by Jaie Helier
(10/13/99)

I can sense the atmosphere as soon as I walk in, and I'm not really very sensitive. My beautiful wife, Beth, is sitting with one arm across her breasts and her shoulder turned inward. She's got that 'she's been beating me again' look and her sister Karin is flushed and awkward and biting her bottom lip. No-one is saying anything so I think it would be all right if I do.

"Hi, everybody!" No-one says 'Hi' back. "What are you all looking so gloomy about? It's summer!"

"Piss off, Andy."

That from my wife whose duty it is to be overjoyed at my safe return from work.

"Hi, Andy," Karin sounds very subdued but at least she saying something. "It's not his fault."

"He does it deliberately."

"So whose fault it?" I ask, curious as to what could be ruffling the placid cornfields of sororial devotion. Karin, pretty blond nurse with willowy figure and ripe mango breasts, has been staying with us for two months now and I've noticed she and Beth are wearing a little thin.

"Beth's a bit angry with me."

"A lot!"

I turn to my wife.

"Beth. That's not like you." Now that's not wholly true but it's the kind of lie you can get away with.

Beth gives me a piercing glance. She feels just a smidgen of guilt about her welcome so she gives me another chance.

"She .. stole something of mine."

"I just borrowed it. I was going to give it back."

"Thanks! I don't want to use it anymore."

"So I'll clean it up. Alright?"

"No, it's not alright."

"Now, come on, you two. You're grown up -- you can share. What is it?"

Beth says nothing. Karin plucks at her skirt.

"I borrowed her vibrator."

"Oh... wow... " It's a bit hard to know what to say about that.

"She's a thieving little bitch!" Now it's out in the open, I guess Beth feels free to express her feelings. "How can you do that? It's disgusting."

"I don't mind."

"I do! You've got no...manners."

"Well, I wanted it," whines Karin. "It's all right for you. You got him and a vibrator."

"Well, you can have him, I'm damn sure everyone else does. Just lay off my vibrator."

I feel a sudden need to respond there.

"Now, Beth, that's...that's er...really..."

Shit. How does she know about that?

"You know you really...you shouldn't..."

"Shut up, Andy. Just shut up."

At this point Karin feels it's time to extricate herself. She starts backing towards the door.

"Look, I'm really sorry, Beth. I didn't think..."

"No, you're not. You're not sorry at all. You haven't even bothered trying to give it back."

"I said I would."

"Where is it then? Come on, give it back."

"Well, I... "

Karin goes strangely red in the face and looks at us each in turn.

"I haven't used it yet."

Beth and I stare at her in blank amazement while Karin looks as if she wants the ground to swallow her up.

"I only borrowed it just before you came in and you noticed straight away."

She gives Beth her most appealing look.

"Couldn't I just...keep it for a little? "

"Get it," thunders Beth. "I want it back in my drawer. Now!"

"But..."

"Go!"

Karin gives her a very injured look and leaves the room. Beth glares after her and, when she's gone, goes right on glaring through two doors, a wall and a staircase.

"Well," I say breezily, feeling the need to restore a sense of optimism. "I'm glad that's cleared up. What's for dinner?"

Before she goes out slamming the door in rage Beth very nearly breaks a dinner plate over my head. The only thing that prevents her is my elbow which, in retrospect, might have been better left out of the picture. There are no major nerve-endings on the top of the head while the elbow, I can tell you, has lots. In fact the pain is so intense that I am still clutching it and relatively purple in the face when Karin timorously puts her head around the door.

"Are you...okay? Shit!" She looks around at the debris of the plate and of the apple pie that had been on it. "Look at this mess."

I try to smile bravely but luckily I don't succeed. The attempt brings her hurrying to my side.

"You poor thing. What the hell did she do to you?"

She takes my arm, biting her lip when I wince with pain. Gently she rolls up my sleeve and Yes! Joy of joys, there is an actual cut.

"Oh, look at that. I should wash that. It's going to bruise like hell."

Sweet soft-hearted Karin. Deliciously horny sexy Karin. Why didn't I meet her before I met Beth? Why couldn't I marry her now and lust after Beth instead?

"You better take that shirt off. D'you want me to help?"

Her voice is full of concern.

"If you don't mind."

"She's a brute."

She eases my shirt off over my head. Our eyes meet.

"She's your sister."

"She's your wife."

We gaze for a long moment. She moistens her lips nervously.

"I'll just get some water," she murmurs. "Don't go away."

She returns quickly and washes my elbow slowly. The scent of her so close is intoxicating. She smells like pine cones burning on a warm summer's evening. I can't understand how the scent could be so strong. Then I realize she's left the kitchen door open and I'm smelling next door's charcoal grill.

"Don't move," she says. "Let me bandage it."

"What a beautiful nurse you'd make."

"Umm ... " She looks a little doubtful and suddenly I realize why. Shit!

"Oh, you are a nurse, of course."

She smiles.

"Four years."

"I meant that. Er...beautiful nurse you are."

"I like taking care of people."

"I can feel that. This is very soothing."

It is. It's just beautiful. I want to be near her forever. She could wash my arm and bandage it like this, wrap it and re-wrap it. Hold me when I wake at night from the trauma; clean my face and whatever else she feels needs cleaning. If I just had Karin close by me perhaps I could face my latter days with serenity and a peaceful heart. It's a thought for the future. Right now, though, I'm totally stumped for how to convert this tender caring to sex. Well, after all my own wife practically offered my services and, let's face it, the poor kid must be absolutely desperate to have pinched a vibrator belonging to Beth. But I need to think of something fast. Karin is finishing her task. In a moment she'll get up off her knees and I'll have lost her.

She clears her pretty blond curls away from her face and looks up at me, her eyes full of concern.

"Andy. What Beth said about you...going with other women. Is that true?"

"Of course not. Beth was upset. She didn't know what she was saying. You mustn't think that."

"Oh, right." She smiles nervously and seems to back away a little.

I suddenly get the feeling I might have made a terrible mistake.

"What is it, Karin?"

"Oh, no. It's okay."

"Tell me." I hold out my hands to her and she takes them.

"Oh, only... I was wondering if... I was just thinking maybe we... Well... Well, she won't let me use her vibrator!"

"Ah!"

"But if you don't do that. "

"That's okay. It's okay. That doesn't apply to you."

"It doesn't?"

"Hell, no. You're...you're not just anyone. You're family. I'm concerned about you."

I put my arms around her hips.

"I know it can't be easy for you."

""What do you mean?"

I pull her down and kiss her on the lips and she responds. Her body feels hot under my hands. I look into her eyes.

"Well, being here with Beth and I, when you know that we're in that room making love for hours and hours and you're...alone."

"That doesn't bother me."

"No, right."

I figure I might be better to go back to kissing her -- I was doing fine with that. She pushes her hands down over my chest. I push my hands up over hers. She bends down to me and we tongue-kiss furiously then break apart to give me a chance to unbutton her dress. She whispers feverishly as I drop her dress to her waist and cradle her firm round tits through her satin bra.

"It's this guy who's in the hospital. He gets me so hot. I ought to put in a complaint."

"What does he do?"

"He talks to me all day long. Everytime I go past him he pours out this stream of obscene, disgusting, filthy things he wants to do to my body. He seems to know every part of me. He talks about what I do to myself in bed at night. How does he know?"

"Tell me what sort of things."

She's standing between my legs holding my head at this point and her eyes keep closing with the feeling she's getting from my kneading fingers on her breasts. Her lips are parted and she's breathing heavily. She looks down at me.

"I think...I think I'm going to strip." She says it as if it's something embarrassing that she can't help.

"That's okay," I say reassuringly. She begins to take off her bra.

"He always knows if I've been masturbating. It's like he can smell it on me. He says things like: 'You filthy little bitch, you're on heat again, aren't you? You've had your finger up your hole, haven't you? Why don't you let me do it?' he says. "Let me do it. Come to me so I can put my tongue in your cunt and in your bottom. I'll make you come just the way you like it.'

Her bra is off by this time and, listening to her, I'm sucking her nipple, working it in and out of my mouth as if I want to swallow her whole breast. She wants to take her dress off but I'm in the way so she throws back her head and puts her hands on my back which serves to push her breast even further into my mouth.

"Is he right?" I mumble, coming up for air. "Does he really know when you've done it."

"Almost always. It's like he thinks about it all day."

I'm pushing my hand under her sagging dress, feeling between her thighs and making her gasp. I rub my fingertips on her mound that's covered in her panties. They're satin too and my fingers slip and slide so easily over them.

"How often do you masturbate?" I ask, masturbating her furiously.

"Ooooh...ah...all the time...ummmm"

"You must tell me exactly so that I'll know when you're doing it and can picture you."

"Ummm..." she moaned. "Andy, I want to take my panties down. Give me your cock."

"Tell me first." My finger slips inside the crotch of her panties.

"Please..."

"When?" Her slit is soaking and she can't keep still.

"Each night as soon as I go upstairs."

She's getting desperate now, squeezing her tits with her fingers.

"Before you go to bed?"

"Yes, in front of the mirror."

"And?"

"Morning in the shower."

"What about when he talks to you?"

"Yes, yes, then too in the toilets!"

"Okay." I let her get to her panties and in a flash she's naked. She tears at my jeans which is great. Beth never tears at my jeans.

"Which finger do you use?"

"Ogaligilum," she says, her mouth full of cock.

I take it out and push it between her breasts. It's wet from her mouth and slides smoothly over her nipples.

"The middle one," she pants. "Left hand."

I take her panting face between my hands.

"You like him talking dirty to you, don't you?"

She pushes my hands on to her breasts, twisting her body, sensuously..

"Don't you?"

"I love it," she whispers in a fever. "Give me your cock."

I raise her up and sit her on my legs. She knows what to do. She grasps my throbbing cock in her hand and lowers her soaking pussy over it. It goes in with an audible 'squodge' and immediately she begins bouncing up and down on it. I smile reassuringly at her and she glows like a little girl on a pony ride. She breaks into a canter, eyes bright with excitement. Her lovely tits shake with the motion and she holds them in her hands, squeezing the nipples and moaning breathlessly. She leans forward, gasping, galloping. Suddenly she is coming -- high-pitched squeals and cries and an adorable look of astonishment on her face.

"Aaah," she screams. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck meeee!!"

With that we both come, grasping each other, groaning and panting for breath. She collapses on top of me and lies still while we recover.

"Listen," I say to her after a few minutes have passed. "I don't think you should report him. Imagine how that poor sick guy feels lying there all day. He has nothing to keep his spirits up other than thinking of this beautiful cunt. Why not give him a little feel of it instead? Just once a day maybe. It'd be a small pleasure to give a sick man. What's the poor bastard's name?"

"Professor Zuipkut, Head of Surgery."

While I'm making a complete fool of myself, Beth is already quite some distance away. One good thing about walking out and slamming the door is that no-one's very likely to ask where you went. Beth knows exactly where she is going but then Beth always did.

Around about the time that Karin is standing on the seat to start the next round by pushing her luscious pussy into my face, her sister is nosing her car into the parking lot of an apartment building that I know nothing about on upper 21st near Dayton Ave. She gets out and strides to the door of unit 6. The young guy who opens it looks pretty surprised to see her.

"Beth! Oh, God. Wow. Shit. You're here."

"You gonna invite me in."

"Sure."

Doug is a student teacher who has spent the past two weeks at the school Beth works at. He is so turned on by her that his cock is already rigid before he has even ushered her in the door. Do you think Beth doesn't know that? You don't know Beth.

"Wow...er...d'you want a drink?"

"What've you got?"

"Bourbon and...er...bourbon."

"I'll take it."

He goes to fetch the whisky but he can't help glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. Beth's spectacular. She's tall with strong breasts and long legs. Her brown hair has blond streaks and it's loosely tied in a flowing stream down her back. He can't believe she really here in his apartment. He's been jerking off on fantasies about Beth since the moment he laid eyes on her.

"If I'd known you were coming I'd have...er...cleaned up."

"That's okay. Do it now."

"Ha, Ha. What?"

"Do it now. I'll just drink my bourbon until you're finished. You got ice?"

"Oh, yeah." He takes her glass and puts some ice in it.

When he turns back he nearly drops the glass. My sweet bitch of a wife is sitting back comfortably, with her shirt open nearly to her waist. She has her hand inside her bra and she is fondling her breast while she watches every move of his well-proportioned and well-muscled body.

"Wow. No shit. Beth." He puts the drink on the table next to her. He does it gingerly because he can't take his eyes off her. "Hey, you're not serious about ... "

"Yes, I am."

He glances around uncertainly.

"I didn't think... It's not so bad."

"Clean it!"

"Right."

He turns back to the center of the room and starts picking up the clothes, cds, empty beer cans, nude girlie magazines and other assorted student crap.

"Doug." Beth's seductive tones freeze him in his tracks. "It's a shame to clean in nice pants like that. Take them off."

"Wow." Doug gulps as if oxygen is suddenly a scarce commodity. He hastens to obey.

Displaying a nice pair of boxer shorts he begins cleaning the room in earnest. As he progresses Beth's concern for the welfare of his wardrobe has him removing his shoes then his socks then his shirt. By the time he has finished tidying, dusting and vacuuming and is into polishing the linoleum he has lost the boxers too and she has a pretty good idea of the shape of every muscle in his body. Meanwhile Beth has gone from breast fondling to skirt mauling to panty rubbing and around this time has disposed of the panties and is sitting with her legs ajar and her finger buried to the knuckle in her gleaming pussy.

"Dougie." Beth's voice is getting a little whispery and strained. "There's something real dirty needs cleaning over here."

Doug's eyes widen as Beth's legs do the same. With the tips of her fingers she delicately opens the lips of her pussy.

"Come, boy. Come lick Momma. Nice doggie."

Obligingly Doug trots over on his hands and knees, panting and hanging out his tongue. He even does his best to look as if he's wagging his tail and actually manages quite well even if the wagging happens in slightly the wrong place.

"Ooooh, yeah..." breathes Beth as Dougie's doggy tongue finds its mark. I had always refused to do the doggy act for which she had never wholly forgiven me. I'd done the cleaning once or twice but, I admit, never with that adoring servile whole-heartedness she really got off on. Dougie had it down to a tee.

"Good Doug," she mutters. "Lick, Momma. You like it, don't you, boy."

"Woof," says Doug.

"Harder, baby. Oh, my baby." She's stroking his head, pressing firmly to keep him on the job. "Oh, that's beautiful."

"Woof-woof," says Dougie, sending his doggy vibromassage deep into his mistress' cunt.

"Now what if Momma gets down on the floor. You wanna mount Momma?"

Doug stops licking and howls in approval. Beth slips to the floor and waggles her tush at him invitingly.

"Up, boy. Up, up!'

Dougie springs on her back and in no time at all his dick is taking over where his tongue left off.

Beth yowls like a bitch on heat which Beth would regard as a reasonable description of herself most of the time. She starts pumping with her ass. Her frantic energy is a shock to Doug who hadn't realized that teachers work that hard but he lifts his game and pumps right back. Pretty soon they're both almost ready to yelp but Beth has one more ploy. She pops him out and rolls on her back with her paws in the air.

"Come, doggy," she gasps. "Come, doggy. Fucky Momma. Woof!"

Doug looks at her for a moment with his head on one side then with a joyful bound he's back in there again. This time it doesn't last long. Beth is giggling and whooping and Doug's ass is going so fast he's beginning to look more like a rabbit. Beth gets into some serious pleasure and her tone changes to long lyrical crooning moans as Doug's flickering dick whisks her up towards doggy heaven. This has been the most completely satisfying fuck she's had in months and she knows it. Her body is creamy, her cunt is singing and as Dougie bays to the moon and blows his load, she slides helplessly into a climax that rolls on and on.

Beth gets home at two o'clock in the morning. She's nicely showered and smells of pine-scented soap which brings back pleasant resonances. She snuggles up under my arm and purrs like a kitten. I am completely exhausted from fucking Karin for four and a half hours non-stop but I don't tell her that. She doesn't want to know and she knows already. She wants to tell me about Doug but she doesn't do that either. Then she does. We talk and giggle our way to sleep. I love Beth.