by J. M. Walker
Things thankfully hadn’t been weird, but they were definitely different.
At home it wasn’t so bad.
Every time we walked by each other, a hand would graze another, or Jude and Mia would leave their bedroom door open, waiting for me to join them. I never did. I wasn’t sure why. Not like I had been shy in the things I had wanted them to do to me, but I also didn’t want to rush into anything. We were just having fun, right? I knew about polyamorous relationships, but I had never talked about that with either Mia or Jude. I didn’t know what they wanted out of this. I was fine with just sex. For a while anyway. But I knew that eventually the lust I felt for both of them could turn into something more. I already loved them because they were family, but that love teetered on being actually in love with them and not just because they were my sister-in-law and stepbrother.
When we were out in public, it was like they were trying to embarrass me. I laughed at the memory of going to dinner with them the week before. It almost felt like a date.
“You look beautiful tonight,” Mia said, placing her hand on my knee.
I jumped at the contact, missing her touch but not wanting to push at the same time, so I never hinted.
Jude smirked at us from across the table.
Mia had joined me in my side of the booth. As her hand slid higher up beneath my dress, I now understood why.
“Tell me something, Tiffany.” Mia took a sip of her wine. “What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done? Sex wise.”
“You mean besides this?” I wagged a finger back and forth between the three of us.
Jude chuckled. “She has a point, babe.”
Mia grinned. “Okay, true. You do. How about…” She thought a moment.
I turned toward her, giving her my full undivided attention.
She glanced down at my lap, a slow grin spreading on her beautiful face. “Have you ever been fingered in public?”
My eyes widened. “I…”
Her hand slid up my inner thigh, the tip of her finger hitting my clit. “Have you ever had an orgasm so hard, you worried others could hear?”
I jumped, a soft sigh leaving me.
“Hmm…” Mia tilted her head, licking her lips. “Someone isn’t wearing panties.”
I looked between them.
Jude only drank from his beer. He winked at me.
Mia slipped a finger through my folds, sliding it right into my core.
My breath caught.
“I think we should stay like this for dinner.” Mia waggled her eyebrows. “Because you know, it’s bound to turn into something more.” She pushed her finger into me as deep as my body would allow.
I gasped. “I think we should eat really fast.”
Mia slipped a second finger into me. “Maybe we should eat really slow. I’m all about anticipation, baby girl.” She pushed her hand against me, letting her fingers hit that special spot inside of me that not many people had ever hit.
“Mia,” I panted.
She leaned toward my ear. “You feel so damn good wrapped around my fingers, Tiffany.” She kissed my cheek before pulling away. “Lean against the wall and put your sweater over your lap.”
I couldn’t believe we were doing this but I listened anyway. Lifting my knee onto the bench beneath me, I laid my sweater across my lap.
Mia’s fingers sped up, thrusting in and out of me while her and Jude carried on a conversation like his wife wasn’t fingering me at the table.
“Mia,” I gasped. “Please.”
Their conversation stopped.
She turned her head toward me. “You want to come?”
I nodded, chewing my bottom lip.
“Then do it. Quietly.” She slammed her hand against me, thrusting a third finger deep into my pussy.
If it wasn’t for the low music playing in the speakers above or for the people talking in the restaurant, anyone sitting close by would be able to hear how much I enjoyed being fingered in public.
A tingle started from my toes. Leaning forward, I rested my head against her shoulder. A soft gasp escaping me as the release rocked through my very core. I chewed my bottom lip to keep from crying out.
“Good girl.” Mia pulled her fingers from my body, gave my clit a light tap and pulled her hand from beneath the sweater.
I watched in awe as she reached across the table. Jude took her hand and stuck her fingers between his lips, licking all of me off of them.
“Geezus,” I whispered.
He winked.
She giggled.
I shook at the memory, wishing it could have turned into more that night, but Mia’s dad ended up having a stroke. So they got called away to another state.
I missed them but I hoped that Mia’s father was okay. They only texted me letting me know that they had arrived at her parents’ place and that he was resting as best he could. That was all I hoped for but at the same time, I wanted them home.
One night, I was watching TV and drinking a glass of wine when my phone rang. I frowned when I saw that it was my stepdad calling.
“Hey,” I greeted. “Everything okay?”
He chuckled. “Why do you automatically assume something’s wrong?”
“Because you never call,” I reminded him.
“True. Listen, is your brother home yet?”
My stomach sunk. “No. But Mia’s father is doing better. That’s all I know though.”
“Okay. I’m supposed to be stopping by there sometime soon. Jude needs some help fixing up the basement. I guess he wants to renovate it.”
“Oh okay.” He had said when we had gone out for dinner that he wanted to paint, fix the flooring, and expand the basement a bit but that was all I knew. It wasn’t like I had been paying much attention anyway when his wife’s fingers were deep inside of me at the time.
“So, how are you doing?” Which was dad talk for, when are you going to move out of your brother’s place and get a life of your own?
“I’m fine. Mia and Jude have been good to me.” Really really good. So good in fact, I fucked your son and his wife.
Jude’s father had taken me in when he married my mom. After she passed, we had become closer. He never treated me like I wasn’t his blood. But if he ever found out that I slept with his son, I wasn’t so sure how he would feel about me.
“That’s good to hear. Well I’ll let you go. See you soon.”
We said our goodbyes and I placed my phone on the coffee table in front of me. It made me wonder what that was about when he could have just texted me.
After watching a couple movies and having another glass of wine, I finally put myself to bed only to toss and turn. I wasn’t sure when, but I must have fallen asleep at some point because I woke with a start when I heard footsteps coming from the kitchen.
Slowly making my way out of my room and down the hall, my heart sped up. If there was an intruder in the house, I wasn’t sure what I would do.
But as I reached the top of the stairs, that was when I heard them.
A low moan pulled me down the stairs.
“Fuck.” That single word was followed by a growl.
Reaching the end of the hall, I peeked around the corner. Mia was sitting on the kitchen counter with Jude’s head between her legs.
Her eyes flicked to mine, a slow smile creeping along her face. “You can watch or join. I’m down for either.”
Jude chuckled against her.
“Well I…” I took a step toward them. “I wasn’t expecting you home.”
“I know,” Mia breathed. “My dad is doing better and…God, Jude. Baby. Fuck.” She gripped his hair, holding him tight against her.
He released her with a smack. “We couldn’t have sex there. Too many fucking people.” He rose to his full height and smacked his palm against Mia’s pussy.
She jumped, glaring at her husband.
“Keep the dirty looks to yourself, baby.” He smacked her again.
Mia yelped, grabbing onto his shirt and p
ulled him closer.
“You want her to watch you come?” he bit out, smacking his palm against her center.
“Fuck,” she whined. “Yes.”
My eyes were wide as I watched her break.
Jude kept smacking his palm against her pussy, her inner thighs and much to my surprise, her face.
A husky laugh left her.
He growled, shoving three fingers into her mouth and holding her head in place as he continued reigning blows on her core. “Come for her, you fucking slut.”
Mia whimpered, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as muffled cries escaped her.
Jude pulled his fingers from her mouth, replacing them with his lips and kissed her.
“God, I’ll never get used to that.” She sighed.
“Good.” He helped her off the counter, smacking her ass.
She jumped, shoving him away. “Come here,” she demanded, her eyes locking with mine.
I swallowed hard but did as I was told.
Jude stepped to the side, watching.
Mia closed the distance between us, caught my hand and pulled me against her before slamming me up against the fridge. “I fucking missed you.”
Before I could respond, she slammed her mouth down hard on mine.
I gasped, taking her tongue deep between my lips.
Mia nipped my bottom lip. “Did you miss us, baby girl?”
I nodded. “I thought something was wrong or that…that you didn’t want to do this again.”
Her mouth slid down the length of my jaw. “You have no idea how much I want to do this. Now. Tomorrow. Forever. Always.”
My heart stuttered at her words.
“Let me show you how much I’ve missed you.” Mia dropped to her knees in front of me.
Jude hopped up on the counter, crooking his finger at me.
Mia caught the movement and shuffled closer to him.
When I stood in front of him, I looked down at Mia.
She kissed my thigh, moving out from between us and trailed light pecks up the back of my leg.
A finger brushed down my jaw before pinching my chin.
Jude’s eyes were dark. “I want your mouth.”
Reaching out for his jeans, I started unbuckling his belt. But I couldn’t focus on anything other than Mia’s mouth trailing higher and higher. Her lips hit the crease of my ass.
In a rough move, she pulled my pajama shorts over my ass and down my legs. She grabbed fistfuls of my ass and spread me open before diving her face against my center.
I gasped, arching against her.
Jude cupped my cheek, pushing his fingers to my hair and pulled his cock out of his pants.
Taking the hint, I lowered my mouth onto him, the girth stretching my lips.
He groaned, pumping his hips up and down. “Suck that cock, Tiffany. Fuck. So good.”
Mia cupped my thighs, spreading me open even more for her and swiped her tongue over the tiny bundle of nerves.
A muffled whimper left me.
Jude grabbed my hair with both hands, forcing me further down the length of his cock.
I gagged, choking around him.
He lifted my head, letting me grab a lungful of air before lowering me back onto him. It was rough, intense but so damn hot, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
My thighs shook.
My lips burned.
It was perfect.
***
(Mia)
She tasted good. So damn good. I couldn’t control the urge to eat at her harder and harder. While I heard my husband fucking her face, the sounds only made me want to devour every single inch of Tiffany more.
When Jude and I had started driving home after staying at my parents’ place, I was on him. I gave him a blow job while he drove. He fingered me. But it wasn’t enough. When we were used to having sex multiple times a day and then suddenly going without, it set us on edge. It was selfish on our parts knowing why we had to go to my parents’ house in the first place, but we found out my dad was going to be just fine, over a week ago. My mom liked to drive me crazy and wanted us to stay over to talk to us about having kids. We weren’t ready. Maybe one day. Maybe never. But right now, we didn’t want them. Not that we wouldn’t love one if it happened, but we definitely weren’t trying.
“Fuck,” Jude’s deep voice brought me back to the present.
I licked from Tiffany’s slit to the tight little spot between her ass and kissed her tailbone.
Stepping up to Jude, I watched for a moment. He had always been beautiful in the way he let himself go. His brow was furrowed, a sheen of sweat coated his forehead, his jaw clenched. He was chasing that orgasm and I was going to help Tiffany give it to him.
Pulling Tiffany off of his cock, I tugged her against me and covered her mouth with mine.
Jude grabbed our hands and placed them around his cock, helping us stroke him.
“Squeeze him,” I told her. “He likes it rough, baby girl.”
Jude groaned when she did as I said.
“Told you.” I kissed her swollen mouth.
Tiffany inched her free hand under my dress, her fingers grazing my center. “You like it too it seems.”
I laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Let us show you how much we missed you.”
And for the rest of the night, we did.
Tiffany
“God, Mia.” I held her head as she lapped at my center. “More. Please give me more.”
She laughed, the sound vibrating through every inch of me. “I’ll give you more, baby girl. I promise.”
She slid a finger into me at the same time her teeth grazed over my clit.
I whimpered, arching beneath her. “I…I can’t.” I shook beneath her, the sun shining down on me, heating my skin more than it already was. It seemed to intensify the longer Mia devoured my soul.
Mia hooked her hands under my thighs and pushed my knees up to my chest. I couldn’t help but watch her. Her tongue thrust in and out of me. She swiped it from my slit to my ass, dipping it into the tight little hole.
A shiver trembled through me, my clit swelling even more at the sight before me.
Cupping my knees, I chewed my bottom lip to keep from screaming at the top of my lungs. Not that it would have been a big deal or anything, but I didn’t want our neighbors hearing our exploits.
Mia lifted her head, pushing three of her fingers into me. Once, twice, three times she pumped her hand before removing it and started rubbing her palm over my clit.
I whimpered, throwing my head back and arching beneath her.
Her hand slapped lightly against my center, forcing a hard moan from the back of my throat. “You’re beautiful when you let yourself go.”
My thighs shook, my muscles tightening. “Mia.”
“You want to come?”
I locked eyes with her. “Yes. Please.”
“Then let’s give you that orgasm, baby. But you know that when Jude gets home, more orgasms will be happening.”
My core clenched. “Oh. God.”
“You like that idea.” Her palm picked up speed, running over my clit. “You can’t wait for my husband’s cock. Can you?”
A hard release crashed into me, her name leaving my lips as a gush of liquid left my body.
“Fucking beautiful.”
Before I knew what was happening, Mia grabbed my hands and pulled me into the water with her. She pushed me up against the wall of the pool, slamming her mouth down on mine.
I could taste myself on her tongue, feel her heart beating against mine. Wrapping my arms around her, I deepened the kiss, taking in everything she had to offer me.
I slid my hands up her back, untying the strap of her bikini top. The fabric fell away, revealing her full breasts. Cupping the full mounds, I pushed them together, pinching her nipples between my fingers.
Her breath hitched.
I was never a dominant person but something in that moment had taken over. It was like a beast had
been unleashed. While I preferred that both her and my stepbrother dominated over me, I wanted to do the same to her. Just this once.
In a quick move, I spun us around and shoved her up against the wall.
“Tiffany,” she whispered, breaking the kiss.
I lifted my head, running my thumb along her swollen mouth. “I want more.”
“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” A breathless laugh left her when her gaze flicked past my head. Her eyes widened, the smile falling from her lips.
I followed her gaze, my stomach dropping at the sight.
My stepfather stood there. His eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open.
“Oh shit,” I whispered.
“What the hell is going on here?” Jude’s dad, Keith, demanded. While I had grown up with him as a father as well, right then, I felt like a little girl who had gotten caught for having her hand in the cookie jar before supper. “Does Jude know about this?” Keith shook his head. “No, he couldn’t know. This isn’t right.”
Jude took that moment to join us in the back yard. “What’s going on?” He looked our way, something flashing behind his eyes. “Dad, we should talk.”
“Talk.” Keith’s head whipped around. “Your wife is fucking your sister.”
“Stepsister,” I mumbled.
Mia fixed her bathing suit top before kissing my cheek. “We’ll make this right.”
Her words didn’t make me feel better. This had been what I worried about. But my lust for my sister-in-law took over. I had always felt like the black sheep of the family ever since my mother died. I wasn’t their blood, but they still welcomed me in when they could have kicked me out when I was never technically related to them. Well now, it was surely going to backfire.
“Dad, let’s go inside and grab a drink.” Jude clapped his dad’s shoulder. “There are some things I should tell you.”
Jude finally convinced his father to go inside with him, but I could still hear him mumble about his daughter-in-law and stepdaughter having sex.
I left the pool and wrapped a towel around myself before slipping my bikini bottoms up my legs under the towel.
“Tiffany.”
I ignored Mia and gathered up my things.