I lead a nice boring life story. That's the way I like it. I don't need any big highs, and I hope that is balanced out by not having the big lows either. I have a comme il faut job ; I'm Assistant Coroner at the county morgue. It's far from glamorous, but it pays the notice. I drive a decent car, and I can travel a little each year.

Not that I have anyone to travel with. I'm recently divorced. We just signed the composition last month. God, was that bitterness. Rachel and I had been married for five days ; no kids, thank God. But, it got ugly over the assets. It wasn't like there were a lot of those. We had almost no equity in our menage, thanks to the fusillade housing bubble ; two nearly paid for cars ; and we each had a retirement account.

I'm just glad I was in billing of our money. I'd had kept Rachel on a budget, vetoed the idea of getting a huge household, an adjustable interest rate mortgage, and I had not allowed credit card debt. Rachel fucking hated that. She came from a family that spent money, regardless of possessing it or not. Their credit lineup were always maxed out ; they changed cars every other class, and lived in a house they couldn't afford. She thought we should live on the same way.

I guess some of that was my faulting. I always treated her like a queen, giving her presents, taking her out as often as I could, and spending any extra money I had on her. You couldn't blame me, though. Rachel is a fucking mantrap. She's the hot blonde right out of Central Casting. Five-five, tight digit, arrant c-cup boobs, a really squeamish backside, and the side of an saint. She really looked like she belonged in the motion-picture show.

I had no musical theme what she saw in me. I'm good looking enough ; above average if I wanted to risk being called stuck up. But, Rachel is at least a footmark or two above me. When we were dating I was in heaven with her on my arm. The guy would gaze at her and then appear at me. When they stared at me, I knew what they were thinking. ‘ Him ? What's she see in him ?'

Yeah, that was Nice. But, I had to work to finally get to revel that trunk of hers. She always said she was saving herself for marriage. I eventually wore her down, and the net few month before the wedding we had sex a few times. At the time I thought it was not bad. I came to agnize she was never saving herself for the honeymoon bed ; she hated sex.

The fighting began on our honeymoon. She claimed she was tired and didn't want to experience sex. Are you kidding me ? This was supposed to be one of the most extra night of our lifetime and she was going to catch TV ? She eventually relented, but she did little to a greater extent than lay there until I was done.

It didn't get a lot better. I'm a red blooded male and I expect sex from my married woman. It was a constant battle to get it once a week. It was frustrating especially when I would spend the week ogling her luscious eubstance, seeing her nude in the shower, or just getting dressed. She would repel me wild just vacuuming the room wearing jeans. Oh, sure, If she wanted something ; like an expensive dress, she would grow on the charm, score me, and usually get what she wanted. That sex always put me on cloud nine and those multiplication became the highlight of my life.

They were also few and far between. I'm not a miser. Not even close. I do my part to help the American language economy, but I just decline to over-extend myself. My parents did that. Well, Dad mostly. Mom was the responsible one. Dad would bring dwelling house useless gadgets, like an reflexive Irish potato peeler, all the fourth dimension. They eventually had to hold bankruptcy, back when I was still in high school day. I was embarrassed for them, and even though they tried to hide out it, I knew they were both, especially Dad, ashamed over it.

Not long after, we found Dad dead, in his bed. The autopsy said accidental death by anovulatory drug and John Barleycorn. I always wondered. Dad drank, and he took analgesic for an old hurt from his US Army years. But, he knew the risk. He lectured me once when the dentist gave me a prescription for Vicoden, after having a wisdom tooth pulled.

"Now don't you go out boozing, while you're taking those pills. That's a sure way to get dead."He told me.

Yeah, I always wondered if it was really an accident. Maybe we all did, but no one said a word.

You can see why I watch my money. Rachel didn't get it. We fought constantly over the money. She would see a few one dollar bill in our savings bill and would require to blow it. My objection of needing it in example something happening were always answered with.

"You worry too very much. We're Whitney Moore Young Jr. ; we need to induce fun."

It never mattered that I was right. She wrecked her car, and that wiped out our savings with the medical deductable and getting her car fixed. She healed up fine. She hated that I was correct about the money, and sex was out of the question while she convalesced.

It wasn't long after that we called it quits. It was her idea. She got a lawyer, paid for with our money. I had to get one, too. We went back and Forth for months. She demanded alimony, even though we both worked and she had a honest job. She wanted a firearm of my belittled 401 ( k ). She wanted me to pay off her personal recognition batting order. Finally, I gave in and signed over all interest in our star sign ; the only asset we had of time value and she signed the theme.

I was free. I have seen her just once since then ; hanging on the arm of some lawyer-type. I almost felt sorry for him.

Tonight, I have a fiddling fervor planned. Today is Kimmy's 21st birthday. Kimmy is Rachel's footling sister ; the ‘ homely sister'as she calls herself. Rachel has Playboy face. Her baby, Kimmy, is the lady friend next door. Her consistence is on par with her sister's ; maybe a trivial smaller in the thorax and slightly flatter pelvic girdle, but still very pretty. It was just heavy to stand up to Rachel, and Kimmy hated living in her babe's shadow.

I walked into Club Regina, where Kimmy and a few friends were gathering. I wasn't sure I was going to enjoy this ; as I only knew Kimmy's friends on a"Hi, How are ya"basis. And, I figured Rachel would be there. That could get awkward. But, I really liked Kimmy. She is fun, saucy, and loved life.

It was dark in the club so it took me quite for a while to ascertain the Kimmy. She saw me first and started waving frantically. I walked over and found her 6-top table filled with her, three former young woman, and Rachel. I gave a perfunctory nod to Rachel, who did the Sami, as Kimmy threw her arms around me and gave me a very aggressive kiss. It took me a arcsecond to retake my wittiness as I returned her wet, lusty, osculation.

When we broke apart, her girlfriend were grinning ; Rachel was glaring.

"What was that for ?"I asked surprised.

"It's my birthday. All natal day young lady get kissed"she replied, but that answer seemed well short of the strength of that kiss.

This could be an concern night I thought, and accepted Kimmy's invitation to demand the remaining seat. Kim re-introduced me to her three girl friends, all of which I had met. First there were the similitude sis, Karen and Sharon. They weren't identical, and I could never see any family resemblance. Karenic was blond with blue eyes. Sharon had brown whisker and dark optic. The other lady was Tasha, a pretty red-head, and Kimmy's unspoiled friend.

The waitress came by for my drink order. I was going to have beer. The sleep looked like they might be close, so I offered to buy a round.

"Ladies, do you all need another. This is a party"I said.

Kimmy was nigh aegir. Her girlfriends agreed. Rachel glared.

"Another white zin, Rach ?"I asked politely.

"I'm fine."She replied rather coldly. Her look did not go unnoticed by everyone else. But I did not push it. We were here to celebrate and I was going to do my best not to ruin it for Kimmy.

A Song dynasty from Whitesnake came on and Kimmy grabbed me by the hand and started to embroil me out to the dance floor.

"waiting ! Wait !"I complained"I need to pay for the drinks."

I quickly dug into my wallet found $ 50 and handed it to Tasha.

"Tasha, Can you please bring care of them for me ?"I asked"Tip her a few bucks, too."

"Ok, but you owe me a dance."Tasha replied.

My arm was nearly pulled out of it's socket, as Kimmy led me to the dance floor.

"What is it, 80's night or something ?"motioning up toward the music

"I guess !"Kimmy shouted"I like it though"

We gyrated and danced to the song. I could not help notice how in effect Kimmy looked. She was wearing compressed jeans that showed off the curve of her body. She was being a in force missy and had on a bra, but that did not forbid her chest from bouncing, heaving and capturing my attending. When I looked up from checking her out she was looking at me, smiling, as if to say ‘ Gotcha ’. I felt my brass go hot.

The song ended and sweet youngster of Mine by accelerator pedal and rose came on. This song was less energetic and we spent way too much time looking into each former's center. When it ended she eased into my weapons system and gave me another deep kiss, which I eagerly returned. I was still confused, but I couldn't help kiss her vertebral column. Her kiss was hot, driving, and was meant to pound home plate a point beyond ‘ Thanks for the dance."piece of me understood that point, and I felt an erection start to turn. I broke off the kiss.

"Kimmy, multitude are going to gaze"I said smiling, but not taking my weaponry from around her.

"Yes, I know. It isn't often they see a cleaning woman as strikingly handsome as I am."She said with a grin.

I rolled my middle and lead her back to the table. The drinking had arrived and I nearly drained mine with the starting time long pull. I noticed Rachel had not warmed up to me at all, and was staring daggers at me. We talked for a few call, telling stories, and Kim flirting with me seemingly non-stop.

The music era changed as Lady Gaga's Poker cheek came on. Tasha got up, grabbed my hand and said.

"clip to pay up. This is my favored strain"

I had no intention of saying no, either to paying my debt or to ogle Tasha as she moved on the flooring. Tasha was small, about 5'2 ”. Maybe a smidgeon heavy, but that only made her ass smell really skillful. I already mentioned her flowing red mane, which hung down to her shoulders, and accented her sparkling greenness eye. She probably had C-cup breasts, but they looked larger on her small soma. Tasha is very pretty and I could tell from the table causerie, that she was easy to talk to. That was hard on the dancing storey, but I tried anyway.

Tasha moved with a dancer's saving grace and I complimented her one it. She said that she taken some terpsichore stratum, but she has a bad knee and had to give it up. We danced a little Sir Thomas More, and Tasha leaned in.

"You know, Kimmy really likes you."

I wasn't surely how to take that, and Tasha picked up on my confusion and went on.

"I think she has a thing for you. Ya know, now that you are divorced and everything"

"Ya, divorced from her sister"I added

Tasha just raised her eyebrow and shrugged.

"So, why are you telling me this ?"I said

"I really like Kimmy. She's a good friend."And then she added"And you're kinda dense."

I laughed out loud at this as the dancing ended. I opened my arms and gave Tasha a hug.

"Thanks for the dance……and the capitulum up"I said

We walked back and sat down. I finished my beer and miracle of miracles the waitress appeared.

"Anyone else involve another ?"I offered

Kimmy and the Twins decided they were dry, Tasha was nursing her's, and Rachel gave me the look I used to get when I she wasn't getting her way.

"C'mon, Ron ! terpsichore with us"the twins said in unison.

‘ fuck'I thought. I was getting exhaust. But, when pretty woman want your attention…..

"Tasha ?"I sang out her public figure and gave her some immediate payment. She just smiled as the girls top me out by each bridge player.

We danced an gumptious version of Nazareth's pilus of the Dog, but Karen and Sharon seemed much more occupy in each other than me. I form of felt like a airplane propeller, but whatever. It was fun. We all sang along to the chorus over and over again.

‘ Now you're messin'with a son of a beef'

When the birdsong was done they both gave me a big hug, and Karen added a peck on the cheek.

The three of us sat down. I wiped my brow, and exhaled. The new bout of drunkenness appeared about the time my tenderness rate dropped to 100, and I took another foresightful pull.

"You think you're the shit."Rachel hissed at me.

Before I could even compose an solvent a lot less say anything, Rachel got up and stormed off.

"What'd I do ?"I looked around dumbstruck.

"You married her, you divorced her, and then you fucked her trivial babe"Kimmy said with a pixilated grin.

"What are you talking about ? We've never had sex"and then looking at the other ladies, I repeated, more earnestly

"We've never had sex !"

They all had the Saame smirk on their face, like the joke was on me. Kimmy and I have flirted shamelessly for the last five years. She was a gangly fifteen twelvemonth old when I started dating her sister. There was sexual tension between us for class, especially when it was patent that thing weren't working out between Rachel and me. But, we had never even kissed.

I would be lying if I told you I never thought of Kimmy, sexually. She is a knockout herself. Late in our marriage if I needed a fantasy to help oneself relief myself when Rachel wouldn't ; Kimmy's brass and soundbox would stand in. She was an promiscuous person to wish. She is personable and dessert, with just a signature of bitch thrown in. She is hurt and has a great gumption of humor.

Her wit is something to lay eyes on. I once watched in awe as she called another girl a

‘ Trouser hounding gutter-snipe, with the ethical motive of an skittle alley cat, a syphilitic crotch, all tied together by delusions of adequacy."

The missy had made a pass at her then young man, and left in tears. I laughed at her later about it, and almost got my own earful, before she realized I was not mocking her.

Now, though ? I had not thought about adult female in general for several calendar month, least of all Kimmy. I damn near forgot about her birthday, I was so focused on getting out of my marriage. What was she up to ? I thought I was about to notice out when she almost shouted

"It's about time."

As the pianoforte intro for All my aliveness by K-Ci and JoJo came over the sound system, Kimmy took me by the hand and led me out to the dance floor and poured herself into my arms. Kimmy is much shorter than my 6 understructure height ; maybe coming in at 5'4 ”. ‘ Dynamite in minuscule packages"was the phase that often sprang to mind.

I took in her smells, as she rested her promontory on my shoulder joint ; her rose floral shampoo, and the undertones of her subtle aroma. I could palpate her breasts infatuation against my chest of drawers and that thought started to get me aroused, again.

Needing a distraction I tried to talk'

Kimmy.."I started, but she interrupted without moving her principal from it's residuum daub.

"Call me Kim. Kimmy is a footling female child's name.'and then she pulled back a full step.

"Do I look like a little girl to you ?"she said more unplayful than I thought she ever would ask that question.

"Noooo."I said drawing that out, and looking her from head to toe.

She was wearing a simple, practical outfit of jeans and a sweater. Both were tighter than they needed to be, showing off the alluring dandy of her breasts and the voluptuousness of her hips and pegleg. She came back to me satisfied.

"What was that about us sleeping together ?"I asked very occupy in the result

"I told Rachel that I was going to possess you tonight."she purred as she nuzzled back into my chest.

I pushed her back, shocked.

"You said what ?"I exclaimed much too loudly.

I don't know what I expected her reaction to be to that, but tears and a retreat to the door was definitely not it. I chased right behind her, caught her by the arm, and she wrenched away.

"Kimmy !"Then catching myself and starting over more in control."Kim, please talk to me."

She stopped, turned, looked down still crying, but holding her terra firma.

"I'm sorry. You just caught me by surprise. No wonderment Rachel was so pissy towards me"

"sniff…Why do you dedicate a fuck what my treasured big baby thinks, anyway ?"Kim snapped at me angrily.

A yard reasons seem to flood into my mind. But logical system defeated them all in seconds. I smiled at her and said.

"I guess I don't"

"Then am I not good enough ; not pretty enough for you ?"she snapped again.

"C'mon Kim, you know you are pretty. Why would you even think that ?"I answered

A shrug of the shoulder joint as she looked at her skid was the solely result I got.

"You just caught me by surprise. That's all. I think you are very pretty and I really savour being with you."I said sincerely

Kim looked up, but did not attend totally convinced.

"Really, you're fun to be around. You just overhear me by surprise. You know what a squawk Rachel can be. I guess I'm still on guard."I continued.

"Can we go finish our dance ? I'd really like that."I said and then added with a niggling mirthfulness"I didn't get a hazard to grab your ass."

That got a grin from her. Kim had actually done that to me at my wedding reception. We were in the midsection of a slow dance, and she dropped one helping hand and filled it with my derriere. She giggled when I about came out of my skin.

But, then the persuasion of the marriage ceremony reception reminded me of something else

"How are you and Rachel doing after……"I let the question sales booth out.

Kim and Rachel's parents had been killed six months ago, in a traffic accident. Kim still lived in the family line abode. Rachel had moved back in after the divorce. They both needed someone to lean on, plus the bills had to be paid. I led her back to the dance floor. She answered me as we walked back.

"OK, I guess. The big pain and shock is passed. Now we are just dealing with the banknote. We will likely make to sell the house."She said with an air of resignation.

Kim pulled me in tight and I did not dissent. The dance was nearly over so we just swayed slowly holding each early ; feeling each other's lovingness and the emotion of the dance. The song ended and we held each for an supernumerary second and then she pulled back, taking my manus with her.

"You forgot to catch my ass."She said with a smirk.

"I'll catch it later. I'm going to let the anticipation bolt down you."I smirked back.

We were back to the table in moments. Then I heard Tasha say.

"Welllll, I've got be going. face how belatedly it is."she smiled and glanced at her phone"It's almost 9:30"and then she gave an overstate yawn.

Karen and Sharon did the same matter, grinning at me, as they gathered their things.

"Very late."said Sharon.

"Nearly morning."echoed Karen

Tasha might opine I'm dense but even pig smoothing iron isn't as dense as I'd have to be to not pick up on what was going on.

"And I supposed you're not tired in the least, Kimmy"giving her a little verbal tweak by using her juvenile name.

She ignored that, but said

"Nope, I'm drunk. You have to drive me home."

I rolled my heart and then hugged each of the departing madam auf wiedersehen. With that Kim and I walked out to my car.

"That was so totally lame."I said

"It worked"she said smugly

"I'm really driving, though. No pauperism to influence fate."

Two beers on my 210 pound frame was not going to impair me near as much as whatever Kim had tried to ward off with her 105 lbs. She did not reason. We rode to her theater in silence, marked only by her insisting ( I did not heed ) to hold my right hand as we traveled. My bucket hindquarters, much to her bother did not allow her to sit close.

I had knew what was going to happen when I got Kim home. She wasn't exactly being elusive. But, it was happening so fast. Should I sleep with her ? I mean she's a little drunk ; I don't want to take advantage of her. It's not like I don't want to ; Kim is very pretty and I haven't had sex in calendar month. Would I be leading her on, if I do ? Hell, would I be leading her on period ? Do I love her ? Did I love her sis ? How a great deal wood would a woodchuck grub if a woodchuck could chuck would ? Fuck, I don't know.

We pulled in the driveway, and I still had no estimation what to say or not to say, or anything. But, I followed dutifully and walked in behind Kim. The door closed and we sat down on the couch. Kim leaned over, put her arms around me, and pulled me in for a osculation. She pulled back a few column inch, and said

"So, are you going to give me any trouble ?"

I just stared stupidly at her, not knowing how I was going to answer. She added more lenient kiss and then continued

"I think I've made it clear what I want, so am I gon na get lucky ?'she said in a shade that was both indulgent and insistent at the same time.

"Kim, I had no idea you even thought of me this way."I blurted out.

"Tasha's right, you are dense."said Kim with an exasperated suspiration as she pulled back

"well, I mean I knew…figured out…thought you were acting…tonight"I fumbled.

"I have been flirting with you and trying to get you to observe me for nearly six class"she said with a hint of fire.

"I noticed you."I said softly and truthfully."I noticed you."

"Yeah, right. With my model-hot Sister shining like the sun, you couldn't even see me, let alone notification me."

"I used to think of you when I would fantasy"I said without thinking

"Fantasize ?"she said perking up with a very impish grin.

She knew what I meant, and was daring me to say it. I could feel myself blush.

"Are you telling me, that you had my movie star sister in the household and when you would jerk off, you thought of me ?"she said amused.

I blushed deeper, but could not bring myself to even nod my caput.

"What a waste. You could give birth been living those fancy"she said lustily and looking me dead in the eye.

Those ten words hung for just a secondly and then we both moved towards each other. Kim's candy kiss came to me almost as an attack. I met her with equal passion. There had been enough arousal in the last half ten. She knew what she wanted, and so I was going to give it to her.

My hands went for her sweater, but she beat me by half a beat, and pulled it over her mind. The supernumerary few bit to waitress for Kim to remove her bra were too many. I needed to see her tits. I hungered to smack her fruit. I longed to sense her mamilla harden in my sass. I reached under her bosom, yanked her bra over them and took her nub into my oral fissure. Kim's knocker was house, inviting, and I mauled her other melon vine as I teased her nipple into a tight cherry.

Kim jumped at my aggressive action, recovered, released her now useless bra, and unfastened her jeans. I grudging released her breast, so I could unclothe. My clothes were gone in an instant, and I pulled Kim to me and kissed her passionately, our tongues dancing, and each of us moaning our lust as we pawed at each other.


I kissed Kim into the sofa, and I worked my torso between her willingly parted wooden leg. I was so fold to taking her. My rim moved from hers to her cheek, and then her cervix. I nibbled, sucked, and kissed.

"Ohhh, God."Kim moaned out as I kissed my way down to her breasts, which pouted gently, and begged for my attention.

I took one bridge player and moved it above her pass, earning a puzzled facial expression. The second deal followed.

"You are not allowed to prompt those hands."I told her with a wry smile, and I kissed my way down her taut midriff to her soft pubic mound.

Kim parted her branch wider, giving my unfettered admittance to her neatly trimmed pussy. I was greeted by the musk of her arousal and the glistening of her tumefy vulva.

"Mmmmmmmm"Kim moaned in anticipation.

Rachel had never been this willing in her life, and I dove in. I started at the freighter of her dripping nook and dragging my tongue from the top of her trivial rosebud, through her wet lips and ending as my tongue slathered over her clit.

"Ohhhhhhh"Kim moaned softly.

I traced her labia back down one position, and gave her another slow lick up, once again caressing her love pea with my tongue.

"Ohhhhhhh"Kim moaned a little louder.

Kim started to change as I licked again, tracked back down, and licked again.

After respective laps around her pussy, Kim began to strain with prevision, as I approached her clit, so I gave it my undivided tending. I licked around it, swirling my lingua, and then using my lips to bear on up the little goon to subject her love button to my oral exam assault.

"Ohh ! Ohhh ! Kim groaned out

I took her short love clit between my lips and massaged it with my lips imagining I was chewing it. I got the reaction I was hoping for as Kim took in a quick hint and let it out in ragged breaths. I released it, licked all around it, and then took it back in between my sass and began to hum with it there.

"Fffffffuck !"she cried out as her hands came down and mashed my face into her quaking snatch, and I felt her legs tense.

I did my safe to figure out, hum, and suck as she climaxed once, maybe twice, and then she relaxed and let me breathe.

"Happy natal day"I said as I came up for air.

"Shut up and shag me."Kim said lustily.

Kim joined me on floor and got on all quaternion

"Do me from behind ! fucking me punishing !"

The sight of Kim on her hands and articulatio genus, vulnerable, offering herself to me, made me recall all of the meter I took her in my pipe dream ; all the times I buried myself deep into her love tunnel, and the exhilaration I felt when I climaxed by my own hand. I was about to experience that and my cock was so hard it hurt.

I moved in behind her, but could not resist feeling her ass. It was like the rest period of her Loretta Young dead body ; firm, enticing, arousing. I moved my hands all over it, kneading the globes and caressing her hips. My men followed them to her waist, getting a surge of adrenaline as I thought how it would experience to use her hip joint as a lever to beat back myself cryptical into her pussy. I could not consider this was happening. I wanted it to go on forever. I wanted it to end now. I wanted to be unloose of the tension that was building.

My hands left Kim's waistline and they reached underneath to happen her dislodge breasts. I kneaded them slowly, feeling how heavy they were ; how firm, and how tight the nipples had constricted. I ground my hip joint into hers, trying to erase just a little of my frustration, but there was only one way out.

"Please, Ron."Kim begged hotly.

She needed me, too. Kim was breathing deeply and pushing back to me ; offering herself ; begging for me to dawn her pussy, and bring her another climax.

I rubbed my cock inside her, testing, teasing, and then I pushed it in firmly, feeling her mean pussy grudgingly part to accept me. I took in a abstruse breather as my full measure was lost inside her and then shivered in modest relief and a deepening hungriness

"Ohhhhhh. Yeah."Kim added as I began to slowly fuck her tight puss.

I moved in and out slowly, savoring the way her kitty milked my stopcock. This added more water system to the tide building behind me, forcing me to act faster. I was rapidly losing ascendency. My lust and hungriness were taking control.

My pace quickened and it fed on itself. Each thrust in sent a jolt of pleasance that would dissipated and ask another. The faster I went ; the louder my lust yelled for more. Then I realized it wasn't all lust that I was hearing.

"Yes, Ron ! Fuck me ! Harder ! Harder !'

The little girl in my fantasies was begging to be pounded harder, driving my intimate tautness to new heights. I was getting close and I was no longer in dominance. I could not block up now. I used Kim's pelvic arch to aim her back into me as I stabbed deeper and harder. The collision was violent. I might be hurting her, I could not secernate, but I could not halt. I had to cum. I had to let succour

Cracks formed in the wall resisting my climax, and Kim's final cry of pleasure shattered it and I began to blow up inside her.

"Awwwwwwwwww !

I yelled above Kim's own call, as my articulatio coxae locked into hers and I poured my dear succus into her constricting pussycat. I felt myself spurt once, twice, and then a third time, surely sending a Imperial gallon of liquid in to her petite kettle of fish. I viciously pulled Kim's pelvic girdle into mine and felt the flood of pleasure dry wash over me, take me, and drive all other thought away. I shivered, convulsed, and saw little blackened spots, as I was drowned in the sensation.

Sanity oozed it's way back and I felt myself breathe again. I relaxed and as my vitals began to steady down back into formula scope, I became aware again. Kim was breathing deeply, trying to find her own composure. Her typeface was turned sideways, middle closed, and her cheek on the carpet. She looked subject matter and happy.

I looked around for something to clean ourselves, as Kim opened her eyes, met mine, and smiled happily, maybe with a touch modality of embarrassment. I saw a Kleenex box on a nearby stand. My softened organ melted out of Kim. I got up and retrieved the tissue so we could minimize the spotting of the carpeting.

Kim got up too and I heard her say

"Owwwwww ! That hurt's"

Oh, Fuck. I thought. I hurt her ! God, I'm such a fuck changeling ! I pounded and pounded, without thinking. I was so selfish and she's injury ! I tore her ! fuck ! She'll hate me ! Now we are going to have to go to the emergency room, and Kim will suffer to explicate what happened and how it happened, and who did it to her ! It will probably be in the papers ! and diddly, what will Rachel say ?

"What's faulty ? !"I asked excitedly

"I got rug burn on my knees."She said examining the red marks.

"Totally worth it."Kim said as she pulled me into her and gave me a long, passionate kiss.

"I..I didn't hurt you ? I thought I got, you know, a little channel away."I said relieved.

Kim chuckled and said.

"I'm not made of glass ! You were great !"

I let out a sigh of backup and pulled her in for a hug, feeling her firm breasts crush against me.

"cascade ?"Kim offered


"Oh, Yeah"I said grinning

We look a tenacious hot shower, where we had sex again and I enjoyed soaping her ripe body. I made sure that her bosom got very uncontaminating, soaping them respective times and licking soap from her nipples making both them and my own peter hard. The water eventually turned frigid and chased us into her bed for the night.



The next morning we were awakened by the sound of Kim's bedroom room access being slammed. We woke with a showtime, looked up, and saw Rachel standing there looking pissed.

"Aren't you done violating my sister, yet ? Rachel spat angrily.

"Rachel, Get out of my room !'yelled Kim

I got out of bed and looked for my underclothes to pull on. I'm not shy and it's not like Rachel had never seen me naked.

"I just needed to see if you went through with it."Rachel said bitterly, and walked out

God, I knew that was coming. I had hoped to put it off awhile. Rachel was always jealous. God knows why. She attracts male attention like flowers attract bees. It was office of the marriage ceremony I never got used to. guy would dally constantly with her ; and it didn't matter if I was there or not. I trusted Rachel, so I tried to blow it off. But, God forbid another woman looks crossways at me. She had snapped at Kim countless meter for being suggestive. Her own sister ! Whatever.

Kim and I threw on our clothes. I didn't like that. Kim looked very good naked and I had enjoyed seeing every curve of her physical structure. Her upset, pouting breasts ; her perfect legs ; the delicate lines of her bare shoulder joint, the gentle flair of her pelvic arch, and the pronounced swell of her shapely buttocks. I was actually getting aroused as she moved around getting dressed. Kim noticed me watching her and said

"What ?"

"You're beautiful."I said like it had just dawned on me.

She rolled her eyes

"Took you long enough."She said with a smile and buttoned her jeans.

Rachel was downstairs in the living room, sitting in a hot seat when we came down. We plopped down on the couch.

"Why are you doing this to me ?'Rachel said, to me, with much less choler than before.

I took in a breath about to launch into a long account as to why I enjoyed being with Kim, explaining that she was fun and how our personalities meshed well, when Kim beat me to the punch.

"Rachel, what the fuck are you talking about ? First, I practically raped Ron concluding Nox. I went after him."

I was going to object to the rape part. As I recall, I was pretty unforced. But, Kim did not appear like she was in the mood for wittiness.

"Second, YOU divorced him. YOU got a attorney. YOU filed the document. YOU decided you and Ron did not do work. YOU ! Rachel. So where the roll in the hay do you get off claiming to be some god tinker's damn victim ?"

This was a pullulate across Rachel's bow. Rachel had fallen prey to Kim's tongue on more than one function. She was not Kim's equalize when it came to wit and wit. Rachel was no dummy, but she knew where her limits were. Kim had fired the first base verbal burst, and if Rachel decided to fire back, it would not be pretty. I swallowed and sank back a bit.

"screw it"Rachel said, but did not get up"I hope you two are happy as hell."

She did not vocalize like she was happy for us.

"Besides, I didn't really ignite you for this. You two are going to facilitate me."Rachel said very thing of factly ; like it had been decreed by God himself.

I could feel my temper jump to simmer. Nothing piss me off quicker than being told what to do. Even in a study surroundings. I always chafed under a knob who said"Do this ... Do that."My stream boss, the coroner, Dr. Syygo, asked for anything that needed done. It was like I had a choice. Even though we both knew I didn't. It was just more polite, more cultured. Rachel knew this and was pushing my buttons. I found my voice before Kim, this time.

"Rachel, you don't secern me what to do, anymore. I'm not your husband and I don't have to even heed to what you want, let alone do it."I growled at her.

Kim just nodded curtly at her as if to say ‘ What he said."

"Petrov and I…"Rachel started but was cut curtly by Kim

"Boris ? ! You want us to help oneself him ? What does he involve, a green card ?"snapped Kim

"His name is Petrov"said Kim snootily,"And, yes, he is component part of this. Actually he is most of this"she said, again in that tone of dictum, turning up the fire heat my temper.

"What exactly are we supposed to aid you with ?"ask Kim, annoying mixed with curiosity.

"You are going to avail Petrov and I move"Said Rachel using the same whole step, and further pissing me off. She seemed to be enjoying this ; watching me turn red.

"motility ? Where ? Why ?"Kim asked very very much startled and confused.

"He's asked me to get hitched with him and I've accepted. We are going to live in LA"

"A bit sudden, isn't it, Rach"I asked annoyed that she was getting married so soon after kicking me to the curb.

"That's none of your business."She said very condescendingly, and I felt my wrath grow a bit more.

"Well, I'm willing to help pack if you can mold around my schedule, but I'm not going to California"I stated flatly, trying to curb my anger for Kim's sake.

"You two will do it. You'll do it when I want and you'll even drive the fucking Ryder truck if I tell you. You'll do it or.."

My humor kicked up two more notches at her step and at her choice of words. She was telling me what to do again, and now she was involving Kim, too.

"or I'll show everyone the video and tell them that is the reason Ron and I divorced."she said in the Saame god-damned tone. She was doing this on purpose.

I was confused. What video ? I looked at Kim. She seemed bewildered and then a light went on.

"You fucking bitch."Kim snarled at Rachel

"What ?"I said looking at her confused.

Kim turned to me to explain, and did so with obvious annoyance and anger.

"A twelvemonth or so ago, Dad got a wild hair about home security system and had a home organization installed. Part of that involved a surveillance organization, interior the house. The idea was if burglars got in, they could be identified. Mom hated it. She said it felt like it was spying on her. She always sat on that electric chair, to avoid the photographic camera in this room."

Kim said that pointing first at the chair Rachel sat in, and then up above it to a humble black box looking right at us.

That was enough for me to connect the Department of Transportation. Rachel had checked out the video from the camera covering the living room, doubtless hoping to find exactly what she did. Now we would do her bidding or she was going to show it to everyone and claim that last night's sex took seat before the divorce.

Snap ! My temper boiled over. You can only kick a dog so many times before he bites.

"You fucking backbite"

I echoed Kim, but unlike her, I got up off the couch, walked over to Rachel. Her heart got wide, she was sealed I was going to belt her one. I was, but at the last second, the Logos ‘ belt'triggered a better idea and I grabbed her carpus and pulled her out of the chairman and drug her across the room, over to the dining room.

"Let me go, dammit ! I'll show everyone the video if you don't !"Rachel yelled with panic as she stumbled behind me.

"Kim, don't interfere ! She has had this coming for a foresighted time."I scolded Kim, who was shocked into silence ; something rare for her.

I pulled out a dining way chair, spun it around, sat, and pulled Rachel across my lap.

"Let me go ! Dammit ! I said let me go"

whang ! Whack ! knock ! Whack ! Whack !

I delivered the maiden coke of the spanking Rachel had earned over the last one-half ten. I had been pushed past rationality ; past even thinking.

"Owwwwwww !"Rachel screamed

"I -have –put- up -with –your- shit- for- long- enough"I said.

Each word was punctuated with another C to her dungaree covered tooshie. But, even through my anger it still struck me how perfect Rachel's ass was ; perfectly rounded hips, tapering down forming a nice heart cast. Her derriere itself ; unit of ammunition, fully, and firm.

Whack ! Whack ! Whack ! knock !

"Owwwwww ! Kimmy ! Are you just going to abide there ? Do something ! !"yelled Rachel

"Can I assist ?"said Kim coolly.

belt ! Whack ! I continued as Kim's word's filtered in. I had always loved Rachel's ass. And with each swat, my ire was dissipating, and my stimulation was growing. I could feel myself growing difficult with Rachel's body on top of me, both trying to muffle my growing hard-on and egging it on. I stopped spanking Rachel.

"Yeah, serve me get her blue jean off. They are too hard on my hand."I said

"Don't you dare !"scolded Rachel

whack ! Whack ! belt !

I reigned down three Thomas More swats, trying to correct her attitude a bit. It wasn't working. Rachel was trying to kick Kim as she got near. I reached underneath and grabbed Rachel's hanging tit, feeling it's resolution through her blouse and bra.

"Get your hands off me !"Rachel squealed in surprise

I did, but only long enough to pull her blouse and bra up, exposing her titty. I grabbed the bare melon vine and squeezed it firmly for outcome, and then took her nipple between my ovolo and forefinger and gave it a firm pinch.

"Owwwwww ! Don't !"

"Hold still ! Those drawers are coming off, and if you don't time lag still I'm going to see if this tit twists off, too"

She kept struggling so, I began to deform it.

"Owwwwwwwwwwww ! ! Stop !"she screamed

"appreciation still and I will"

She complied, and Kim reached underneath and undid her pants, and slide fastener. I let go of Rachel's nipple and instead busied myself with releasing her other breast. Rachel did not object. I quickly had both titty free. I could feel their weight as they hung free, and I busied one deal with fondling them. Kim was working both the jeans and panties down her pelvis when Rachel spoke again.

"Please don't do this !"

"still !"I ordered"You've had this coming for a foresightful metre !'

The jeans and panties cleared Rachel's hips and then slid down easily, giving me my firstly view of her bottom. It was red, like she just gotten out of a hot shower. Rachel held still as Kim completely stripped her bare from the waist down.

"What do think Kim, should we end up the job and strip her naked ?"I said motioning to her top.

"Yes. The overplus will do her good"replied Kim

"piece of ass you !"Rachel snapped

"Slap ! Slap ! slap ! I unloaded three harsh swats to her defenseless ass.

"Owwwwwwww ! halt !"

The speech sound was so very much different. more liquid. It sounded like it hurt. It felt amazing from my end ; as her bottom of the inning gave into the reversal, but instantly bounced back as if to ask for Sir Thomas More.

"Owwwwww !"That fucking hurts"Rachel screamed.

smack ! Slap ! smacking ! I continued and then added.

"Apologize to your sis and then ask her to take off your dress"

"Owwwww ! screwing you both !"Rachel screamed.

So I spanked her harder and faster.

smacking ! smacking ! Slap ! Slap Slap ! Slap !

"Noooooooo ! Stop ! OKayyyyy ! Okayyy ! Stop ! I'm Sorry"I'm Sorry"

I stopped and asked

"What are you sorry for ?"

"I'm sorry for yelling at Kim !"she cried out, still feeling the burning on her ass

"And…"I prompted

She was silent, knowing her oral cavity was going to her in fuss, but unable to ask Kim to wind up stripping her.

Slap ! slap ! slap ! Slap ! I began spanking her again

"Owwwwwww ! Rachel yelled"Kimmy, take off my clothes, please ! stay ! It hurts !"

I paused and Kim went to work. She pulled the blouse up and over Rachel's head word, untie her bra and pulled it off. It was done. Rachel was completely naked. I reached under and fondled her firm breast as I viewed Rachel's bare ass.

The color had improved to a profoundly red overall. I put my hand on her ass and felt that it had warmed, but it was not hot. That fact begged me to get again and I did.

"This is for trying to blackmail us !"

smacking ! Slap ! Slap ! Slap ! slap !

"This is for trying to gild us to assist you !"

smacking ! smack ! Slap ! Slap ! Slap !

"No ! Stop it ! Stop it ! I'm sorry ! I'm sorry !

"This is for being a bitch at Kim's birthday party"

Slap ! Slap ! Slap ! slap ! smacking !

"Please ! No more than !"

"This is for that god damn condescending spirit of yours !"

Slap ! smack ! Slap ! Slap ! Slap !

"Owwwwwww ! Stop ! Please ! No More ! I'm sorry !"

"Here."Kim said interrupting my round and handing me a straight whisker brush

"Give her some for me. She was always flirting with boyfriend. Some of them would fall around just to see Rachel."Kim continued

"No ! I didn't ! I'm sorry !"

Thap ! Thap ! Thap ! Sounded the hairbrush on Rachel's now very red and complaining ass. The pain was obviously much more intense as Rachel erupted into new, vivid battle and worked furiously to block the assault.

Yowwwwwww ! No ! Stop it ! Owwwwww ! Please ! I'm sorry ! hitch !

"This for all of Kim's swain"

"Thap ! Thap ! Thap ! Thap ! Thap ! Thap ! Thap !

"S..stop ! P..please !"Rachel cried.

Rachel was in tears now, and my choler was starting to melt under them, but I remembered one more thing, which spurred me on.

"And this is for making me beg for sex for all those long time"

Thap ! Thap ! Thap ! Thap ! Thap ! Thap ! Thap ! Thap !

"Owwwwwwwwww ! I'm sorry ! I'm sorry ! Please ! Stop ! Don't !"

My arm was tired. My anger nearly gone. But I was now hard as a rock. Rachel was sobbing softly and Kim was looking at me expectantly. Rachel'ass was an furious red from her waist all the way past were it melted seductively into her thigh. I took my helping hand and rubbed her red ass. Rachel jumped, probably thinking she was to be abused more. But, I was done inflicting pain. My thoughts were on joy ; mine.

I squeezed her red ass, feeling how hot her skin was, and firm her butt was. And then I gently spread her ass boldness, revealing her little rosebud. This got a reaction.

"sniff…sniff….We are not…sniff… conjoin anymore ! You're not allowed to touch me like that !"she said angrily, but with simplicity. She knew how vulnerable she still was.

"You should fuck her in her ass"said Kim"She did it to you for all those years."

"No ! No ! You can't"Rachel started"

Thap ! I delivered a half-hearted smack to her ass.

"tranquility !"I ordered

Rachel hated anal sex. She would never let me anywhere near her butthole. I had longed to get it on her there.

"Please don't."Rachel begged and her choice of actor's line ; going from ‘ You can't"to"Please don't"told me she was beaten. She would allow me to take her ass, but I didn't hate her that much. I had loved Rachel at one time, and my ire was gone.

"Tell you what, Rachel. I will give you a chance to excuse for all the have in mind thing you have done to me and I won't shtup you in your, oh so, shapely ass. Are you really sorry, Rachel ?"

"Yes !"she said quickly"I'm sorry"

"You're reaaaaallly regretful, and not just saying that ?"I asked again.

"Yes ! I'm really sorry."said Rachel, starting to foregather herself together.

"OK then. You can give way me the best blowjob you have ever given and I will have your apology."

"What !"she exclaimed.

"This way, I know you are solemn and not just lying to me to avoid having your ass fucked"

Rachel sat for a here and now, cerebration, and then sighed.

"Are you going to cum in my mouth ?"Rachel asked weakly

"Don't you think I should ?"I answered with my own condescending tone.

"Do I have to immerse ?"she asked knowing that if I said yes, she would do it.

"No, I guess you don't have to swallow."I said as I allowed her to get off my lap.

She stood up and I got to see the boob that I had been fondling. They were like her sister's, pouty, upturned, and firm looking. One teat, the one I had twisted, looked a lilliputian swollen. My dick reminded me how horny I was.

"Rachel, would you mind terribly if I sucked on your teat for awhile ?"I asked like I was suggesting she go get me a cup of coffee.

I knew she sure as hell minded, but she did not want to puddle my angry and I knew it. She took a step towards me, and I took one mammilla into my mouth and sucked on it greedily. My script went up and began to squeeze her other tit. I felt her sensitive mammilla Menachem Begin to tighten, and I teased it with my spit. Rachel squirmed slightly and I used my free hired hand to quarter her in tightly. She winced as I handled her sore ass, but did not pull away. I switched side of meat and worked on her former tit, sucking like I was drawing pleasure directly from her soul.

I pulled back, grabbed both boob and kneaded them feeling them give to my will and spring back. I was so ready for her sass. I stood up, pulled down my pants and underclothing and sat back in the chair. One facial expression from me and Rachel was on her knee joint.

She took me hesitantly into her mouth and began to encircle the promontory of my tool with her natural language, delaying the slide into her depths, but also ramping up my anticipation and frustration. I let out a groan as my cock finally slid into her mouth and went to the back of her throat. Rachel then started a slow back and Forth, rhythmic motion. Sliding me in, while pressing her tongue on the bottom, and adding a little Thomas More suction on the way out. It felt soooo good.

I opened my eye and saw Kim, looking at us, longingly. I motioned her over, and pulled her in for a mystifying, wet kiss. My men found Kim's breasts and I massaged them through her shirt. She had not put on a bra for our tryst with Rachel, and I could feel her upright nub easily through her shirt. Kim pulled back, and took her shirt off letting me feast, first with my eyes, and quickly with my mouth on her perfect breasts.

Rachel began to foot up the stride, and my anxiety was transferred to Kim's tit as I sucked more deeply, kneaded her knocker with one hand, and her ass with my other.

"Mmmmmmmmm"I moaned into Kim's chest as Rachel continued to act back and Forth, driving me mad. I began to rock my pelvic girdle trying to get her to go faster, and was squeezing Kim's body more aggressively as my heat built.

"Faster, Rach !"Kim encouraged, sensing what I needed.

Rachel did get to proceed faster. I felt a tingle run down my spine as her lingua slid faster under my throbbing organ. She went flying still. I took my mouth from Kim's juicy nipple.

"Oh, God, Rachel ! Fuck, that feels good ! Almost there ! Almost…"

And then the trigger flipped and I began to spout hot cum into Rachel's back talk. Rachel felt the first of all rope, and to my surprised she swallowed and kept milking me. It was like it was her own aliveness's blood. I squeezed Kim's breast and at my first burst I greedily took in her mammilla and began to deplume it deep into my mouth.

I felt my second spurt and then my third. Rachel was taking it all and Kim was pulling me tight into her firm boob making breathing impossible. But, I did not give care. breathing was not important at the bit. Filling Rachel's sassing with cum and my own mouth with fast, vertical pap overwhelmed me, and pushed everything else out.

I backed away from Kim's chest and pulled her in for another mystifying candy kiss, as my coming peaked and began to retire. Rachel finished and withdrew, but slowly jacked me off, as if not wanting to be finished. Kim and I kissed, moving the needle down from red hot passion to relaxed lover.

"Wow ! ass, Rachel ! Where was that when we were married ?'

Rachel had rarely given me head and never let me cum in her mouth. The thought of her swallowing was as far fetched as fourth dimension travel. I kissed Kim again and whispered.

"Thank you. That was the keen experience of my life."

I meant it. I pulled her into a tight hug and whispered again

"I think I love you"

I meant that too.

"Me, too"she whispered back.

Rachel got up, and without a password gathered up her clothes and went upstairs. We heard the bathroom door close, and soon the cascade was running. Kim and I cuddled together on the couch, saying zero for a yearn time.

"Kim ?"I asked"Why did you do that ?"

‘ Do what ?"came the obligatory answer, even though she knew exactly what I was talking about.

"service me spank, and then encourage me to have sex, netherworld to practically rape, your sister ?"

"Sisters talk."Kim started."Rachel would profess to using sex to get what she wanted and rationing it out, like it was Au. I just thought that you deserved to take a little……..and I wanted to see how you would react if you could throw me or Rachel.

"What ?"I looked at her with wide middle."That was a test ?"

"Sorta. Rachel is smoking hot and I am just cute. I wanted to see if you would even think of me when you were given the opportunity. You did."Kim responded with a worried smile.

"I'm not trusted I like that."I said, and then added with a smirk"Maybe you need a spanking."

Kim cuddled back into me. I looked around for the remote, found it and clicked on the TV.

"I want to see how the Rockies did last night"

"So, it starts"Kim said with a smiling and a light timber"I'm soon to become a sports widow."

The TV linked up with the satellites and soon the black window was replaced by a scene featuring a smoldering car with emergency equipment all around. The announcer was in mid-sentence.

‘ on the condition of namelessness told this reporter that police are treating this as a homicide, and that explosives were likely involved. The identity of the man killed in the explosion has not been released, but my informant tells me that he is a Russian national, here on a work visa. His figure is Boris Leniovich. My source William Tell me that Petrov is suspected of having tie-up to the Russian mob, who may be trying to gain a foot clutches in the Denver area."

"Wow"I said"It sounds like his mob pal blew him up. I wonder what he did ?'

"I don't know. Maybe he was doing the boss's wife."Kim answered

"A one tract-mind. My form of lady."I tossed back to her.

"Hungry ?"Kim queried

"Yeah. I could eat a horse."I said realizing how hungry I was.

Kim was about to say something when Rachel's stressed and emotional voice carried down to us from upstairs

"Why, Petrov ? Why, what is wrong ? ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..I don't understand ? Why ?"

There was a long pause and Rachel's voice changed to storm and then shock.

"What ! ... ... ..But, Petrov ! ... ... .Why ? ! ... ... ..Petrov, they'll down me !"

Kim and I looked at each former, each of eyeing the same unspoken question. Rachel was almost in weeping now.

"Please, Petrov ! Don't…………please ! ... ... ... ... ..Nooooooooooooo !

And then all we heard was Rachel sobbing.


To be continued……..