#mini-story

When my wife passed away, my twin girls were still quite young so my mother in law, Beth, started coming over to help a lot.

My former father in law, being the dumbass he proved himself to be, objected to how much she was at our house so he gave her an ultimatum. Guess he didn’t know her as well as he thought he did because she didn’t give him the answer he expected.

She asked me if she could pretty please move in with me since she was over all the time anyway and she did need a place to stay while the divorce was pending.

She took him to the cleaners but didn’t move out. No, instead she went and got some sexy lingerie and then came to me wearing some of it - a sexy black number, in fact - and said, “Hon, I got a pussy going unused. You got a cock going unused. Why don’t we put them to use together?”

Now, I wasn’t the dumbass her ex-husband was. While she wasn’t as svelte as she had been (which I knew about because my wife at 22 was just like Beth had been at 22 - I saw the pictures), she was still pretty sexy. And, like she said, we both had sex organs going unused. On top of that, she was pretty darn near to being the twins’ mama by now. So I welcomed her into my bed without any problem.

She was still young enough and we were so compatible together that I inevitably knocked her up. I’d already been thinking about it but when I found out she was pregnant, I immediately went and bought a ring.

We got married right after she gave birth to another girl. (She refused to waddle down the aisle, after all.) And on our wedding night, she wore the white version of the black outfit she wore our first night.

After I moved in with my son and his wife, this was my view every morning as I walked into the kitchen for breakfast.

It took me two weeks before I gave in and touched her ass. When she turned around I fully expected her hand to be whipping around to slap me. Instead she just put her hands on the counter, spread her legs and leaned back against the counter. “About time you realized I was offering you something. Now, is there something else you’d like to touch?” she finished as she meaningfully looked down at herself.

I just grinned and reached out with one hand for a tit and with the other to her pussy. I soon had her undressed and I wasn’t long behind. My first orgasm didn’t take long - it had been awhile after all - but the subsequent ones took longer which she really appreciated.

I came in her warm - and very wet - pussy for the last time in the shower about half an hour before my son was due home. As we dried off, she said, “Now, Fred has been trying for a year and a half to get me pregnant. After nothing happened, I secretly took some of his sperm to a lab and had it tested. He’s infertile. But I know if I told him, he’d react badly and insist on divorcing me or something dumb like that.”

I had to nod - he was a noble idiot like that. “It was probably the mumps he had as a teenager.”

She nodded. “Likely. Anyway, you can have all of me you want as long as you don’t do anything to prevent pregnancy. And he can ride me all night long if he wants - I can take it,” she said with a salacious smirk. “Deal?”

“Deal,” I said as I kissed her and patted her on the ass.

My wife agreed to take the kids to go trick or treating. Between the two of them, my wife and my sister then convinced my brother-in-law to go with them.

As my wife walked out the door behind the kids she turned to my sister and I and said, “you owe me.”

“No problem,” my sister said from behind me. As the door shut behind my wife, I also heard a gentle thump on the table behind me.

I turned around to see my sister perched on the table, one long stockinged leg wrapped around the other. “So, we’ve got about an hour and a half or so. What shall we do while we wait?”

I grinned and walked up to her and took her in my arms to kiss for a while until we were sure the others didn’t come back for something they forgot. After about ten minutes, we figured we were safe so I pulled Beth off the table and spun her around to bend over the table. I palmed her breasts which I had already bared during the last few minutes of kissing, and slid my hard dick into her pussy.

An hour after we started, my phone buzzed. It was a text from my wife and said we had 15 minutes before they were home and added, “you owe me even more now.”

I showed it to Beth and we smirked. We both knew how Holly wanted to be paid back and we would make sure it happened as soon as possible.

I was sitting on the deck enjoying a beer. She came out the back door and called out to me. “It’s time to eat.”

I looked over at her and smirked. She looked tasty but I knew she wasn’t on the menu…just yet. But I still had to tease her. “Eat what?”

She blushed and said, “Later for that, Pop,” then turned and wiggled her ass at me as she went back inside.

There was a nice spread on the table inside and my son grinned at me as I followed Nancy’s twitching ass to the table and sat down.

Some time later, I groaned as I pushed back from the table. “That was good but now I’m full.”

Nancy pouted. “Too full for dessert?”

I chuckled as my son said, “You know Pop - give him ten minutes and he’ll be ready for dessert.”

Ten minutes later, right on time, Nancy had cleared the table and had sat down on the table right in front of me. “Dessert time!” she said firmly.

I grinned and gave her a kiss then pushed the shoulder straps of her outfit down and got started on dessert.

By the time dessert was done, her outfit was discarded on the floor, she was covered in hickies, and both my son and I had fucked his wife to several good orgasms each. As I sat down from the last knee-trembling orgasm I’d spurted into her pussy, she stretched sinuously like a cat and purred, “That was some good dessert.”

Then she calmly stood up and walked out of the kitchen with swaying hips and our last loads running down her leg. “Ben’s turn first tomorrow,” was all she said as she left.

Ben and I grinned at each other, acknowledging once again how lucky we were that Nancy had decided to serve “dessert” to both of us after my wife had passed away.

See, Ben had had a particularly bad case of mumps in high school which left him more or less infertile and Nancy was determined to get pregnant so she basically worked on Ben until he agreed to let me father the children.

She hadn’t caught yet, but we were having fun trying. And there was always the chance that Ben would shoot a viable sperm cell into her pussy so it wasn’t for sure who would knock her up which was part of the fun, we had to admit.

Her:

I had two phones - one for my personal use and one for work use. I purposely bought 2 different types of phones and different types of cases because I didn’t want to mistake them - not with the job I had!

There was one number I talked to all the time on my personal phone that I never expected to show up on my work phone. However, when my boss contacted me with a new client using that number, my pussy immediately got wet and I decided to accept the client.

The day I was supposed to meet the new client, I groomed myself very carefully and put on my sexiest outfit that accentuated the parts of me that I knew he liked from listening to him comment on those parts of his wife more than others and then on others when she passed away.

Him:

After my wife passed away, I mourned, naturally. But eventually my libido woke up and I started noticing other women. But I didn’t want to date - I wasn’t really sure why. Eventually I decided I had to get off the bench somehow and back in the game so when I went out of town for business I decided to hire an escort.

Now, I knew that that city was where someone else I knew lived. But I wasn’t worried about running into her with my escort. It was a big city, after all, and she didn’t live anywhere near my hotel or the restaurant I was going to with the escort. But I did contact her and see if she wanted to go to lunch with me the day after my “date” and catch up. Not that I was going to mention my “date.”

Her:

When he contacted me on my personal phone and suggested getting together for lunch the day after, I had to giggle to myself even as I told him I’d love to have lunch with him. I had a moment of doubt - would it be awkward - but ignored those worries. We had a good relationship so if the date didn’t go well, we’d have a good laugh. And if it went well…who knows? Maybe we’d just have brunch in bed?

Him:

The day finally arrived and I texted the escort to see if she would be ready at 5. “Yes,” she responded. “I’ll be wearing a burgundy dress. See you then.”

I pulled up to the address she gave me at 5 and saw a very nice looking woman outside waiting for me, dressed in an outfit that really accentuated her legs and ass, my favorite parts of a woman. I adjusted myself in my pants, already half hard at the sight. She was facing away, texting on her phone so instead of rudely honking at her - maybe she wasn’t the right person? - it was the right color dress but coincidences did happen - I texted the escort. “I’m at the address now, in the silver BMW.”

I looked back out the window just in time to see her approaching the car. I wasn’t soon enough to see her face, however, so when she opened the door and got in the car, I was shocked.

She looked at me impishly and said, “Hello, Daddy. Let’s go.”

I stared at her in shock and started the car on autopilot and drove to the restaurant. At the restaurant, I asked for a private table and after some remonstrating on my part and soothing/cajoling on hers, I calmed down.

Then she put her hand on mine and said, “You’ve already paid for me. Why don’t we just go with it? I’ve always thought you were sexy and I’m pretty sure you like how I look. Let’s just go with it, huh? No worries. If we have a good time, great. If not, well, at least we both get our ashes hauled and have something to laugh about tomorrow.”

In spite of myself, I agreed. So I relaxed and we flirted throughout dinner, then I took her back to my hotel. And, well, we had a great time.

Her (one year later):

So today was our one year anniversary of the first time we fucked. And that was what we did - fucked. I let him have me in every way possible. The next morning, we made love then had brunch. We never did make it to a restaurant for lunch. We had a quiet heart-to-heart and I quit my escorting job and he sold his house where he’d lived with Mom. He arranged for a transfer to an office in a third city where neither of us had lived and we bought a new house together.  I started calling myself Mrs. instead of Ms. and he started introducing me as his wife.

I went off birth control and not long later the inevitable happened. So now here I am nursing our two-week-old son and I hear him bringing me brunch in bed, our weekend tradition now.

I’m so glad I accepted him as my client. Daddy’s the best husband I could have asked for and he can still fuck my brains out even though he’s twenty-one years older than I am.

“Oh, honey,” she laughed as she wiggled her ass at me. “Did you really think your parents asked me to babysit you while they were gone because they didn’t trust you?”

When I shrugged, my aunt giggled and shook her ass at me again. “It wasn’t their idea - it was mine. I told them quite bluntly what I wanted and they owed me big time so they went along with it.”

“So, uh, what did you want, if it isn’t the obvious?”

She turned towards me again and lifted her hem the little bit necessary to reveal her pussy. “I want your dick inside here,” she said, pointing at it. Then she lifted her hand to her lower stomach. “And your baby in here. Four or five times sounds good. The baby, that is - I’m only 25 after all so I can have several before I get too old. You can put your dick in me as many times as you want, of course.”

Well, you know, when she put it that way…and it wasn’t like I hadn’t been perving on my hot, young aunt for a few years already.

I spared a brief moment to think about what my parents owed her for if they were willing to go along with this before I returned my attentions to where she obviously thought they should be - her pussy.

After their parents died, Nancy got custody of Jake. It wasn’t really necessary since he was almost eighteen but the law was the law.

After he turned eighteen, however, he started blowing off schoolwork so she decided instead of disciplining him, she’d offer incentives.

And she knew he loved her work outfits so she incorporated them into her plan. She started checking his homework after work and for every assignment he successfully completed that day, she opened another button or fastener on her outfit. Then she stayed that way until bedtime.

It wasn’t long, to her total lack of surprise, before she was walking around all evening with a completely open blouse and usually either an open bra or no skirt after it fell to the floor after being unfastened.

When he brought home his first A score on an exam, she smiled and knelt down and sucked him off. After that, he generally only brought home A’s.

At the end of the year, when he showed her his straight-A report card, she just grinned, grabbed his hand, and led him to her bedroom.

They didn’t leave the room for anything other than bathroom and food the whole weekend.

That tipped them over the edge and by graduation he’d completely moved into her room.

For old times’ sake, however, she kept up the incentives when he started college. He didn’t really need it anymore, of course, having reverted back to the good student he had been before his parents passed away. But it was still fun to have her walking around half-dressed again so he didn’t complain.

So, as sometimes happens, my sister got left at the altar by a dumbass. After the requisite crying and anger, throughout which I had to comfort her since our parents were both deceased, she calmed down.

Mostly, anyway.

I had an idea to help her calm down the rest of the way as well as take a little bit of revenge on her fiance. “Well, the honeymoon trip is already paid for and you were supposed to be leaving tomorrow. Why don’t we go? Have a nice trip on his dime, eh?”

She’d been holding the tickets, etc., so we got away with it. Oh, of course she had to tell him over the phone that it was the least he owed her. He agreed. Then we had to quickly explain the circumstances to the travel agent and get the names on the tickets changed. Most notably from his name to mine.

Then we ran to my home so I could pack. She got weepy again and we cuddled that night like we used to when we were teenagers and she had a bad dream or a nasty breakup or whatever. The one thing that was different was that her tits and ass were bigger, more well defined. There was quite a difference between her current age of twenty-five and how old she had been when I left home, which was fifteen, after all.

Oh, and the other thing that was different? I woke up holding her tits. See, at our ages, we were used to that - me with other women and her with her fiancee. So in our sleep we didn’t realize. When I woke up, I realized what I was doing and slowly disengaged from her.

Successfully, I thought, since she didn’t rouse for another ten minutes when she heard me moving around in the bathroom.

We took our time getting ready and eating breakfast. But eventually we had to leave since her suitcase was still at her place. So we rushed over and when we got there, she got a weird look on her face, like she realized something. She bit her lower lip and looked at me.

“How much time do we have?”

I looked at my watch. “Not much. We really should be on the road in like five minutes.”

She shrugged like she was saying Fuck it and picked up her suitcase. “Let’s go.”

I didn’t think much of it since we were in a hurry.

I really should have.

See, she’d packed for a honeymoon. Something we’d kind of forgotten in our rush.

And when we got to where we were staying at a nice beach resort, she showed me exactly what she’d packed.

No normal underwear. Just lingerie.

Clothes that said “Come fuck me.”

Then she sat me down and laid it out. “You’ve been there for me my whole life, in pretty much every way. Last night felt awesome, including when you were holding my tits. It felt more right than when dumbass held me. If we weren’t brother and sister, I’d have married you right out of high school. Last night and this morning made me realize something - I don’t care anymore. Especially now that Mom and Dad aren’t around anymore. Now, you have a choice. Either this is our honeymoon and I wear this stuff all week and we do what comes naturally. Or I go to the resort store and buy some underwear and normal vacation clothing and we’re just brother and sister. So which will it be?”

I grinned at her. Last night had felt right to me as well. I nodded to myself and reached into her suitcase and pulled out a sexy red bit of nothing. “Go put this on, wife.”

She giggled and grabbed it from my hand and ran to the bathroom. After a little while, she came out dressed in something that looked even better on her than I’d imagined when I saw it in the suitcase.

Our first fuck was quick and frantic. The tears we both shed afterward were cathartic in a very different way than the night before. We admitted to each other that yes, we really did love each other and this first fuck had felt perfect.

The next time was nice and sweet and gentle. And then we started our honeymoon. And every time we went out, she had no underwear on wearing clothes that screamed “come fuck me!” My favorites were the thin t-shirts she had that were thick enough not to show areolae but thin enough to show me when she was aroused.

And whenever we were alone - which was frequent because this was a honeymoon resort, after all - I did what her clothes said - I fucked her.

Now, as luck would have it, I was at a point in my career where if I wanted a promotion in my company, I basically had to move to another city. I’d resisted it for a year or so, wanting to stay near her since she was the only family I had left. But now it could work in our favor. So our pillow talk often included talking about just which city we wanted to move to.

And the fact that she wasn’t on any sort of birth control since she had felt ready to go ahead and get started on a family. She said she felt like that even more strongly so we didn’t bother buying condoms. It felt awesome spurting in her unprotected pussy knowing we could be making a baby. And every time I saw her firm braless tits, I thought about a baby sucking on them which made me ready to fuck her again.

She never objected. In fact, once she figured out what had me so randy, she always giggled whenever the sight of her tits made me hard.

When we were finally on the flight home, I leaned over and whispered “I don’t like seeing you in a bra anymore after the past week. And I think you know I really liked those white t-shirts. I want to see you in them all the time at home.”

She just giggled.

And nodded. “Of course, hubby.”

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I sat on the bed, waiting. My woman had told me to sit down and wait while she went into the bathroom of the hotel to “get ready.”

After about five minutes, she appeared wearing this really hot black and purple outfit. I recognized it and I should - after all, the reason we were here was it was our anniversary and she’d bought that outfit for our first time. And it still fit her just as well as it had all those years ago, I mused as my hand involuntarily went to my groin and started stroking myself.

I knew she expected some sort of reaction so I gave her one. “You sure know what I like,” I said as I leered at her and started stroking myself a little more obviously..

She just smirked and sashayed over to me and brushed my hand away from my groin and started undoing my pants. “I ought to know what my little brother likes after all these years,” she said as she pulled me out of my pants and lowered her head to start sucking.

I smiled and ran my hands over her glossy hair. Twenty years and five children later, it was still true - homegrown love was the best.