The New Tenant Pt. 03

An adult stories – The New Tenant Pt. 03 by Antarctica77,Antarctica77 Authors note:

If you do not like the themes of cuckolding, cheating and the like, please reconsider reading any further.

Thanks to Roxy, Joko44 and Anora / MorbidOrb for feedback and help.

*

It was the next morning. Josh would come home in a few hours, and I was to pick him up. We had talked on the phone, and I had told him I had something to tell him. At first we joked about me killing a prostitute and had to hide the body, but when he tried to press further I refused in a series of devilish giggles. Instead we hung up, and I promised to tell him later when he was home.

Right now, however, I was just waking up. I had some shit I had to do before then, so I got up at a reasonable hour. Which was at eleven in the morning. Some would call me a slacker, but hey. I have my own schedule. I rarely had to get up earlier, so why should I?

I had just finished my espresso when I heard bare feet stumble along the hall, towards the kitchen. Toby was awake. My mind immediately went dirty, wondering how awake he was. If both heads were stood up. “God, come on now, grill. Get it together,” I thought, shaking my head at myself.

But I refused any awkward shit, so I turned back to the espresso machine and started making myself another one. Letting him enter the kitchen like any other day. But I heard what could only be described as some awkward shuffling. Toby had moved between the kitchen island and the fridge, a few feet behind me. He tried to speak up, but only was able to mutter a low, “uh”.

I turned around to see what he wanted. My eyes immediately shot to his crotch. Turns out he didn’t enter the kitchen like any other day. He came in packing. Packing heat. Through his sweatpants an obvious bulge protruded. I moved my eyes to meet his, and he stood there with an awkward, expecting smile. “Really now?” I thought.

“You gonna cum on my face everytime you need to jerk off now?” I challenged, folding my arms across my chest. I wasn’t even dressed in anything particular. The same shit I wore last night, as I had just gotten out of bed. And still he wanted me?

Toby looked up at me, a bit taken aback. Maybe he was recoiling? Suits him, taking such liberties, I chuckled. I was after all his landlord. And married. It was so fun teasing guys. Even if it was my number one fan.

“W… would you let me?” Toby asked after a bit. Not the response I expected.

Perhaps he was eyeing his opportunity. Now I was the one a bit taken aback, but I was careful not to show it. Not wanting to seem like he got me or anything, I responded without thinking.

Toby didn’t look half as taken aback by that proposal. Perhaps by my language, but not so much the proposal. I hadn’t indulged him, but I hadn’t totally shut him down either. Maybe that was my rookie mistake.

If we were both going to masturbate, why not just do it together? We had done it already, and it was what I’d do in the shower now after, anyway. Wait, was I really? This was so unlike me. Perhaps I should test that out some day.

“So how about it?” I asked, placing my fists to my waist, looking sternly at him. Slowly trace my gaze towards his crotch again. “You got something you wanna do?”

“Y-you sure?” Toby muttered.

I didn’t reply. I just raised my eyes and met his beady dark ones, and raised my eyebrows expectantly. Slowly his hands reached the sides of his waistband. After a moment’s hesitation, Toby pushed down and unleashed his fat cock, already at a half chub. While I wanted to keep eye contact, my eyes were drawn down. His cock was almost like a magnet. I just had to look at it.

But he was hesitating again. What was it now? I looked at him expectantly. Then it dawned on me what he wanted. Toby wanted me in his favorite position.

“Of course, how could I forget,” I said and sank down to my knees in front of him. “You want me down here don’t you?”

His cock was now inches from my face. It was rapidly growing at my proximity.

“E-easier to aim,” Toby said with a small smile, daring a joke. I opened my mouth in playful shock, and slapped his thigh.

“Naughty!” I exclaimed. Then I felt his warm cock throb in front of me. Best close my mouth before he dares anything more. Instead, slowly and shallowly Toby started to stroke the head of his cock.

“So you want this to become routine, then?” I asked. Toby nodded eagerly.

I didn’t say anything more than that. I didn’t mind helping him like this, especially if I got to enjoy the show as I now started to stimulate my clit. But I also knew how much guys jerked off, no way would I commit to that. Instead, I sat back on my heels and looked down at his cock. My vision was filled with nothing but his throbbing member jolting slightly up and down as he stroked it. It was mouth watering to see Toby’s full hog throb like this. Knowing he was imagining my naked body. Staring at my body in the flesh.

Which reminded me. I dragged my t-shirt off. Revealing my perky tits for him once again. Some extra motivation. I heard him groan a little at how eagerly I had undressed for him. It made me giggle to hear how Toby loved the visual of me shirtless on my knees before him. His slightly older, married landlord eagerly awaiting his cock to explode on her again. I was so wet for him. He could probably hear how slick I was for him. I couldn’t help it.

Toby then let out a loud satisfied grunt. At the same moment did I feel my eyes get sealed shut once again, and then the expanding wet warmth started covering the rest of my face. Rope after rope darting across my face, totally glazing me. And without any warning. It was such a thrill to get my face spunked down in my own kitchen, first thing in the morning. Toby was so hungry to nut all over my face, just ten hours or so since the last time.

I fumbled around the counter for my phone, until Toby handed it to me.

“Thanks… Josh wanted a pic,” I said. Toby grunted, still in his post orgasmic bliss.

*

While I now seemed to get all the visuals I needed from Kimberly, I yearned for her soft touch. Yes, I had the photos, both taken by her and me, and I had her underwear. But that underwear was worn a long time ago. And I hadn’t truly had any more experiences with her as Josh had come back from Indianapolis a few days ago. Though, I did toy with the idea to see if Josh would let me nut all over Kimberly’s face in his presence.

But in a more immediate issue. My body needed something from her to satisfy me. Which is how I had finally ended up in their bedroom. Or at their floor, I should say. The floors were not really separated by floors like in most houses. More like a section that stuck out from the staircase, sort of. The floor with their bedroom, and the guest rooms, were up the first flight of open switchback staircase and hovering over part of the lounge area. Outside the windows I could look both out at the backyard, pool and all that, but also down at the lounge area and what not quite easily.

Kimberly and Josh were out of the house at the moment, letting me roam the house at my own leisure. Usually I wouldn’t be so comfortable just wandering into their room in search for treasure, but given events I was getting more comfortable taking… liberties. Even if it didn’t have to be fully disclosed.

Kimberly seemed to have a wide range of clothing. Everything from splendid dresses, to day to day clothes. All ranging from high end to more casual. I knew of course she looked good in anything (and probably in nothing, honestly) but it made sense for a woman like her to have a bit of everything. But I only needed one item.

Quickly I found her stash. Or rather, her where she kept her underwear. I opened the first drawer. I hit the jackpot. “How many panties does someone need?” I thought, scanning the vastness of the big wide drawer. But I pushed the thought aside. At first I wanted to grant myself with a nice navy blue Bjorn Borg thong, but I also knew that Kimberly just owned those and very seldom used them. So my best bet was some of the spandex boxer shorts. Thinking back I could imagine any of these wrapped around her perfect booty, the fabric cutting just at her thigh and above her pelvis perfectly. Yes. A pair of boxers was the best choice. I picked up a red one.

Instead of heading out, I started to look around some more. “When in Rome,” I thought, though I was in a much better place. Might as well check their room a bit. It was overly large. It took most of this side of the floor. The bedroom itself was just one third of it. They had a huge bathroom, but I didn’t dare go in there. It was too deep into their lair, I’d never hear them come. Other than that, they had two walk-in closets. One on each side of the bed. One was Kimberly’s, the other was Josh’s I presume. I didn’t check. I only roamed the Kimberly side.

I slumped down at her side of their king size bed. It was a pretty modern designed bed, with industrial beddings and a white fur. But as I lifted her pillow to my nose, I drew in. Nothing industrial about her scent. Warm and sweet. Sexy and intoxicating.

“Kimberly,” I moaned into her pillow. A small groan followed after.

I carefully placed the pillow back, and instead went to find another pair of boxers. The ones I already had captured were for later. I needed a pair for immediate use.

*

It was early May and almost 70 degrees. Not Florida-warm, but nice enough for me and Kim to have a small picnic. We both came from Michigan, so this was plenty warm for us. We had taken the diamond black Rolls Royce Ghost today, as it had better luggage than the Jaguar and the Lambo. I really needed to get a regular car…

The park was quite away from our house, but it sort of reminded us of the one near where we grew up, where we had kissed the first time. Which is why we liked coming here. It wasn’t the same, but close enough. Some fountains and what not, a mowed lawn. Just sloped enough. We had that at home, but it was just nicer to make a trip out of it.

“We do?” I asked, joking around.

“Yes! ‘Hope’s Branded Cars’, remember?” Kim chuckled, looking quizzically at me. “You signed the papers.”

“I’m just joking, Kim. Come on now. Here, take a grape,” I said, and grabbed the blue grapes out of the basket we had brought. Yeah, we did it real 1960s style, with a basket, checkered blanket and everything. Fuck, we should’ve brought the 67 E-type. Oh well.

Kim scooted closer and laid down on her side, resting her head back against my chest, whispering overly seductively up at me, “Feed me, daddy!” and started laughing hysterically. I shook my head while I tried to give her the end of the cluster of grapes. Kim fought her laughing long enough to accept one.

“So your Italy trip… when was that?” Kim asked.

“If, Kim. Nothing is determined yet. But I really want those leather jackets in our store. So hopefully I’ll go over there and hash out the details and perhaps see how we can get some European distribution while over there too. With a hub in Italy?” I said excitedly.

“Business trip? Sounds boring then,” Kim said. “Maybe we can get a place over there? You know, for non-business relations, eh?”

“Well that’s the thing. If things go our way, after the master defense, I’ll go over there and deal with the boring shit. Then you come over for our anniversary?” I suggested.

Kim smiled up at me. “Sounds like a plan, mister,” she beamed. “Finally a trip to Europe, eh?”

“Who knows what souvenirs we might pick up on the way. T-shirts, shot glasses, an apartment in Napoli. Who knows,” I joked. Kim chuckled.

“Calm down, big boy, first things first,” Kim said. I nodded, turning my attention to some kids playing frisbee.

Kim then laid back down on my chest and let out a satisfied sigh. I did too. We laid like this for a bit, basking in the spring sun. Listening to birds chirping around. Smelling the flowers on the rise. I plucked a few straws of the fresh grass, and twirled it in my fingers.

“We’ve come a long way, huh?” Kim said, squinting up at me, shielding against the sun with her hand.

“We have,” I agreed.

“We should celebrate,” Kim said.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Party this weekend?” we said more or less simultaneously.

“Makes me remember,” Kim said, lowering her voice a bit. “You know what I found in the laundry?”

I shook my head.

“My dirty underwear. But it wasn’t me who had used them, let’s say,” Kim said, looking at me for my reaction.

Fast on the trigger, I replied, “What, you think Toby’s wearing your boxers? Don’t you think they’re a bit small for him?”

Kim burst out laughing, slapping my shoulder, squirming in my lap.

*

Out by the pool we had a few sections, you could say. If you stood by the kitchen door you would have the poolhouse at your right, the grill, table and some lounge chairs with pillows and all that crap, and behind all that the gate to the lawn and tennis court. On your left, left side of the pool, you’d see there was a small elevated roofed deck. We hadn’t really used it for anything other than bringing some chairs up there, but now we finally found a purpose for it.

For the party, maybe stupidly, we had bought a new pool table, which we threw up on the deck. The deck was big enough so the chairs could still be around with plenty of space. I couldn’t recall why we built this thing, but finally it had a purpose.

“Bend over like that,” I requested, as Kim posed next to the pool table, with me across from her, getting her beautiful face in frame. We were having ourselves a photoshoot, taking some gnarly pics for our own amusement.

Kim smiled at me, showing her glittering white teeth, wearing one of those red leather jackets, with her white t-shirt and loose fitting jeans. Kim looked so good, even without trying. These pictures could be sent right to the catalog, no doubt.

Kim moved her hands down on the table, and with the pool behind her and the light brown wooden beams slightly out of focus behind her, she almost glowed in the lens. Especially with that smile.

“Stop drooling and do your job, mr photoman,” Kim said, before returning to her slightly mischievous smile. I took the picture as requested.

“Let’s take a profile picture,” I said, playing the eager photographer.

Kim, the natural model, stood straight, turned her upper body at an angle, while remaining eye contact with the lens. I zoomed in so her shoulders were still in frame, but no more, and took a picture. Kim then let her mouth hang a bit, as if to ask a question, and I took another.

“That’s hot,” I said. “Bite your bottom lip. Just like that.”

I rapidly took a few pictures before putting the camera away. I had enough of just looking at those lips.

“What you planning there, big boy?” Kim joked, squinting her smoky eyes slightly as I closed the distance.

I quickly cupped her breast inside her jacket with one hand, cradling the back of her neck with my other, as pulled her into a hungry kiss. Kim moaned into my lips and I just knew I had to have her. After a full minute of making out, I turned her around and shoved her over the pool table.

“Jesus Josh, right here-ugh,” Kim said and groaned out as I slid her jeans down to her knees and roughly shoved myself inside her.

“Come on then,” Kim moaned. “Before the guests…”

“I couldn’t help it… You’re just so fucking hot,” I groaned as I thrusted frantically into her.

It didn’t take long however. It was so naughty to fuck my girl over the fresh pool table more or less out in the open like this. Even if it was our own backyard. I bucked several times as I came inside her.

“Ugh… practicing for later? Hit me deeper then,” Kim groaned as I shot my seed inside her. I nuzzled into her neck from behind, drawing her scent, severely exasperated.

“Fuck, Kim. You’re too hot… what was that?” I asked. “Practice for later?”

“Yeah, you know… Not later today, but you know. One day,” Kim said, turning to look at me. My heart fluttered at what she was implying. I didn’t have the words, I clutched her cheeks and kissed her nose, her forehead and her mouth.

“Now lets fuck for real in the shower. I need to get ready for when the guests come. Did you invite Luna? And the others?”

Luna was my younger sister. She was in town to check out the college. If she were to go, she could always stay at ours, which would save her a bunch of money. Or at least, let her live comfortably and safely. College was already paid for, to say. Ten guesses who paid for it. Anything for my family. Luna had initially been against it, but after I had big-brothered my way to the final say, it had been settled. She wanted to remain independent and all that crap, which was fine. I would never hold it over her head.

Luna was in many ways like Kim. In that both were gamers. Luna was more of the drawing anime, watching anime type of girl. Kim was more of a hard knuckled gamer, not really giving a shit about any of the fandoms out there. But worth noting, they shared some of the lingo.

“Yeah yeah, a whole bunch of people. I’ll just head over to Toby and give him the heads up.”

Not long after did the giant door bell chime through our gigantic home. Kim was getting her face on, so I was in the business of hosting our guests. Not that it was that formal, but for some of them it was their second time around here.

I cracked open the door and was greeted by Luna’s baby blue eyes. Her eyes always looked like they had a tinkle in them. A hidden smile, almost. She had dressed in a light green toppish, jeans and hey. A red leather jacket! And…

“Luna, what the fuck have you done with your hair?” I asked, scanning my younger sister.

Normally, she had her long blond hair. Now it was… not completely different, but very… special. Her hair was dyed steel gray, almost silverish with darker undertones. Luna had also cut her sides, making her hair into a mohawk style, but with really long wavy hair floating down one of her sides. It was almost like she had cosplayed as a Cyberpunk character with her sporty outfit and her new hairstyle.

“Freshen things up a bit. It’s called silver blonde balayage. You like?” Luna said, throwing her hair from one side to the other, before adding, “Kim told me your clothing thing is doing some leather jackets. So consider this another preview of what that might look like. By the way, I brought these random hobos.”

Luna pointed her thumb over her shoulder at Linda, Jen and Robert, all three waving behind her.

“Welcome back guys!” I cheered, waving them on in. “Just in time to be the first guests.”

“Oh, the privilege,” Luna joked, walking past me, giving me a coy smile on the way, dumping a flask of Prosecco in my hand.

“Behave, lil sis!” I joked.

“Oh she’s not the one to behave, you dirty skank,” Linda teased as the gang walked inside.

*

“How’s the PUBG going?” Luna asked. Luna was Josh’s younger sister, and by extent she was more or less like a sister to me as well. We were catching up a bit in the kitchen.

She stood slightly taller than me, but most of Josh’s family did. I had to admit Luna was quite pretty. In a nerdy quirky kind of way. We were sort of similar in that way, although of course she was half Norwegian, half Italian, like Josh, while I was full blown Latina. To say, Luna was a really pretty girl. Luna also had a nose ring, which I could never do. Piercings? No thank you.

But she was also a hefty gamer, which was nice. A nerd, much like me. Though she always tried to make me watch those god damn cartoons. Anime. Yuck, I couldn’t stand them. So corny, and the screaming was just so annoying.

“It’s alright. CLG is trying to get a roster back, but the talent they’re going for… not so talented.”

“Girl, I don’t talk esports. I meant your own games,” Luna said, sipping her white wine. I sipped my red in return.

“Erh. Too many bots and cheaters. I’m going old school lately. CSGO for the most part. Some League.”

“What are you two neeerds talking ’bout?” Amanda said, stumbling into the conversation, almost spilling beer on Luna. Amanda always seemed to get too drunk, but I knew that it was just an act. She had drank less than me, but I guess being ‘drunk’ gave her the excuse of being a bit of a bitch.

“I like your outfits. You’ve dressed similarly. Was it on purposssse?” Amanda asked, scanning us.

We both had red leather jackets. But I wore white shorts with a white cotton off shoulder crop top. Luna wore a green singlet and her jeans. Really, it was just the jackets. But I gave it a shrug. Amanda on the other hand had skin tight black jeans of some sort and black blouse that showed her firm stomach along with a lot of cleavage.

“I guess… I didn’t even think about it,” I said, looking over at Luna who chuckled.

“Well, we are sisters, after all,” Luna laughed. “Yes, we’re scheming.”

“You nerds better watch out, then. Toby seems to like Kim at least. Maybe he has eyes for… silver blondes as well?”

I looked over to the lounge area. Toby sat on a sofa with his back against the pool area, where scantily clad women (and men) were partying, Still, he sat glancing over at me. And Luna by proxy, I guess.

“Hey Luna! Check this shit out,” Josh called out, pointing at something in the bar area.

“Excuse me. Lady. Girl I don’t know,” Luna said, giving a small bow to me and then Amanda.

Luna took her wine glass and walked over, but demonstratively hung her leather jacket on a stool. “Damn, she has been working out,” I thought, biting my lip, looking at Luna’s arms. Their family was pretty athletic after all. And were those new tattoos? I had to ask her about that.

“Where did you leave your lap dog?” I asked, smirking at Amanda. While she was a bitch, she was also a friend. I knew she had been struggling with Zach lately.

“Pff. He’s here somewhere. I don’t know why you guys let me bring him.”

“Girl, you asked!” I said in slight shock.

“I thought you would say no!” Amanda said, playfully shoving at my shoulder, hovering her mouth open as if to laugh.

“Is it that bad?” I asked.

“If he’s gonna act like a child,” Amanda said and shrugged.

“Sooo. Spill it. What happened in the closet?” I said, biting my bottom lip slightly. I wasn’t one to partake in dirty girl talk, but hey! I was curious.

“Oh… Wouldn’t you like to know. Come, let’s head out to the grill. I want fresh air,” Amanda said, hooking her arm in mine.

I went along. It seemed like Amanda had a secret to share.

“Boys, girls, and others, fuck off,” Amanda said to the few guys hanging around the grill area. She was so brash. They all got sour faces, but did as they were told. Amanda had that effect on people. I chuckled.

Amanda slouched back into a sunlounger, and stared across the pool at the people dancing. I sat down on the edge of one next to her.

“What’s with the secrets? Enough stalling!” I asked.

Amanda hesitated still, staring out at the pool in slight disbelief, recollecting whatever she had on her heart.

“I… I couldn’t get him off,” she muttered.

“What?”

“Toby. When I jerked him last time? That has never happened before. I wanted to, and for fucks sake, all boys cum when I get my hands on them. But Toby just held off. Like he held on for dear life, it seemed.”

“He was saving it,” I said conclusively, more to myself than to Amanda.

“What?”

“Yeah. I think Toby hoped… he would have some luck with getting me in a similar situation,” I explained. “He has a thing for me, I think.”

“Ooouuu. You got an admirer? Lucky you, because,” Amanda said, then shielding her mouth with her hand, whispering deviously, “he’s fucking hung.”

We both immediately started giggling, sharing something so naughty. Maybe Amanda wasn’t so bad. Then our comradery… girlradery, ended.

“What the fuck you two giggling about?” Zach asked, coming over with a sour face. He had been over at the other end talking with some jock friends.

“Girl talk,” I chuckled. Zach rolled his eyes. What a jerk.

“Can it, I need to talk with Amanda,” Zach said, not even looking at me.

I decided to play the good girl friend, and folded my hands in protest. But Amanda laid a hand on my shoulder and said, “It’s okay.”

I hesitated for a bit, but headed back inside again.

*

Many many hours later, as the party started to die down, the normal crew was back together. We had invited a bunch more people, but most were either past out waiting for cabs, or had already left. The remaining guests turned out to be the normal ‘crew’. Or at least, it felt like that was how it was developing. Kim, me, Linda, Jen, Robert, Amanda and Toby. Only this time there was no Zach, but instead my little sister Luna.

Zach was passed out drunk in the pool area somewhere. The rest were seated in the sofa group. Though it had become pretty warm so most had ditched the jackets and sweaters by now.

“Who the fuck brought Everclear?” I asked. I was in the middle of mixing a tray of drinks for our guests.

“Who gives a fuck?” Amanda said. “Now get the fuck down here. We’re having ‘Bottle Dares’ again!”

I turned and saw that she had gathered the gang in the sofas again. Toby and Kim in the two-seater closest to me again. To her left in a three-seater sat Linda, Jen and Robert. Opposite of that sat Amanda and Luna in another two-seater. Which gave me the lone three-seater with the back against the pool.

“Josh, mind getting me a cider instead of a drink? I’m finished with the heavy drinking for now,” Linda requested.

“Again with the dares? Please no NSFW shit this time around,” I said, making my way over with a tray of pina coladas and a cider.

“Alright,” Amanda pouted. “Not… yet…”

“My fucking sister is here!” I complained.

“NSFW? What happened last time?” Luna asked.

“Don’t ask,” I muttered, leaning back in the middle of my designated sofa.

“Okay then. You don’t want this to be NSFW, why don’t you begin, Josh?” Amanda said demonstratively.

“Hey. What about the rules?” Luna complained. I grabbed an empty bottle, and drew my breath.

“So I put out a dare that involves two people, then spin the bottle to choose those two people, basically. I’ll make a dare now… eh… fuck… one has to wrestle the other to the ground. We had that one last time,” I said, placing the bottle on the table.

“And now, I’ll spin it to see who will be the one to wrestle-” I spun the bottle. It landed on Robert. “And who’s getting taken down… Which will be me. So how about it Robert?”

“Easy enough,” Luna said, sipping her drink. “You guys gonna wrestle until forever?”

“Nah. Maybe I should’ve put a time limit. How about… take me down in… 20 seconds?”

“Sure thing,” Robert said.

We moved to the middle of the floor between the lounge area and the kitchen. And as soon as Kim stood the timer, Robert pounced on me. But yeah. 20 seconds later and he was sweating profusely, with me still standing.

“Fuck, you’ve got some balance,” Robert panted. “And now I’ll do a dare.”

Robert picked up the bottle, thought for a moment, “Let’s keep up the physical challenges. Someone has to squat someone else. So Linda-”

“Yeah yeah, I think I get it now,” Luna said. “Linda has to squat with Kim on her back. Not that complicated.”

Linda shot to her feet, flexing her arms. In return Kim giggled and playfully bit her lip at Linda’s theatrics. She was something alright. I also took the opportunity to scan her outfit. Skin tight black jeans across her wide hips, and a maroon loose fitting top with ample cleavage. She had a hint of makeup, extenuating her deep gray eyes and some gloss making her lips glisten ever so slightly. There was no other way to say it, Linda was so fucking hot.

And as Linda guided Kim to her feet, it looked like Kim agreed with me. Kim was quite obviously checking Linda out as she moved to Linda’s side to get behind her. But Linda stopped her, “No no. I want to look you in the eyes while I take you.”

So this was turning NSFW whether I wanted it or not. Damn horny girls. I glanced over at Luna. I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable. But she seemed to be intrigued by Linda’s charisma as well. I shrugged, turning back to Kim wrapping her legs around Linda as they firmly held around each other’s waist in a tight embrace.

“How many? Five?” Linda whispered directly into Kim’s face, only a few inches apart. Kim’s hair floating from Linda’s breath. Jesus…

Kim nodded. Then Linda stepped over to the space between my sofa and their sofa to get some space, stepping over the armrest while carrying my wife with ease.

“Man, you’re fucking strong, Linda!” I exclaimed.

“Lots of squats, homeboy!” Linda cheered, slapping her own ass.

Linda took position and turned towards us, and slowly bent at her knees. She didn’t stop until she got down deeeep. And then thrusted up. Kim giggled into Linda’s neck, holding on so as not to tumble to the floor. “Careful, you’re tickling me!” Linda giggled in return.

“I think Linda might take you down if she had her 20 seconds!” Amanda laughed, looking over at me. “I don’t think I would mind that,” I thought to myself, chuckling.

Linda quickly did her other four squats without effort, then dumped Kim into the sofa next to Toby. But instead of jumping into her old seat, she climbed across me and plumped down there instead, sitting between me and Luna.

“Alright, my turn. This person needs to make a nice poem for the other person,” Linda said, spinning the bottle.

And guess who was the lucky guy. Me.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed and the others chuckled.

Linda spun it again. And it looked for a second that it was going to land on Amanda, but the bottle rolled slightly so the bottle pointed at none other than my little sister Luna.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed again, and the others chuckled again.

“Ooouuu! Kinky!” Amanda chuckled.

“Shut up, Amanda!” I said jokingly. “Alright… give me a few seconds to find a nice rhyme.”

Luna blinked theatrically at me. “I cannot hold back the tears, such a beautiful poem,” she joked. I was glad she didn’t make it awkward at least. Luna took a sip of her pina colada, scanning me. The others turned to chatter, while I was thinking. After a few minutes of churning my brain, I figured a little scheme out.

“So here we go. I go with the classic rhyme scheme here,” I said, and stood up, did a small ‘ahem’ and began.

“I present to you, ‘Luna, my little sister.’

Whose colada is that? I think I know.

Its owner is quite happy though

Full of joy like a vivid rainbow

I watch her laugh, I cry hello.

She gives her colada a shake,

And laughs until her belly aches.

The only other sounds’ the break,

Of distant waves and birds awake.

The colada is half full, half empty and deep,

But she promises to keep,

After cake and lots of sleep,

Sweet dreams come to her cheap.

She rises from her gentle bed,

With thoughts of kittens in her head,

Sheets her jam with lots of bread,

Ready for the day ahead.”

There was a brief silence as I stood looking at the small crowd.

“Awww, that is so sweet,” Jen said, folding her hands under her chin.

“I do like jam, and I do have a colada half empty. Or is it half full? Hmmm, all the things to ponder,” Luna said, twirling her glass in her hands demonstratively while inspecting it with a furrowed brow.

“See! I’m learned! I promise,” I joked, having nabbed most of that poem. I looked over at Kim.

“You nailed her on the head with that one,” Kim chuckled.

“So I get to spin now?” Luna asked. Amanda nodded eagerly, being sort of the game master of the whole thing.

“Alright. Let’s do some body shots!” Luna said. “First gets to shot, the other has to provide the belly.”

“Exciting!” Amanda beamed.

The bottle landed on Amanda.

“Even more exciting!” Amanda beamed again.

And then on Kim.

“You’re getting all the girls tonight,” I chuckled, pushing playfully at Kim.

Kim seemed to be in the playful mood, though. So instead of moving, or Toby scooting out to give her room, Kim just turned and leaned her head back into Toby’s lap, and hiked her top almost to her bra. Amanda grabbed a tequila bottle from behind the sofa and poured a decent shot into Kim’s taut navel.

“Ooh. Cold,” she exclaimed, giggling. Kim was fighting hard to suppress a laughing fit. Kim was very ticklish, and no doubt Amanda’s long blond hair was tickling her sides. And perhaps the anticipation of Amanda’s soft lips pressed against her navel did some work as well.

“Lay still girl, or I may have to lick it off of you instead!” Amanda said, laughingly while trying to lower her full lips to a slightly trembling Kim.

Immediately images of the blonde bombshell licking all over my hot wife flashed through my retina.

“Quick! Toby, shake Kim!” I quickly said, grabbing Toby’s knee.

But Kim held out a trembling finger at Toby, commanding with a shaky voice, “Don’t.”

Toby chuckled, but heeded her command. He no doubt liked having Kims head resting on his crotch. I wondered if she could feel him. Or if he was hard just from having her there.

“Good boy,” Kim said, still holding back as Amanda’s lips finally connected with her olive skin. A small slurp and Amanda darted away.

“You got yourself a lackey,” Amanda chuckled. She then looked up at Toby, dropping the tequila down her throat, and then opening her mouth to Toby. “All gone.”

Did she just allude to…

“My turn!” Amanda exclaimed. She always knew how to turn these things into something naughty. Especially with tequila in her blood. And now was no different. “Kisses!”

She eagerly spun the bottle. It landed on Jen. And Linda. Without a second thought, Linda bent over the table to reach Jen. While I’d love to witness the girls making out, I got an eyeful of Linda’s nice, wide yet very fit ass. I could feel myself grow a little just at seeing her bent over like this. I glanced over at Kim who just winked at me, and gave a small nod towards the ‘landscape’. And then Linda slumped back down next to me.

“I want someone to whisper a dirty secret. Phew… I’m starting to work up a sweat,” Linda chuckled. She wasn’t the only one. It was getting quite hot and heavy around the sofas.

The bottle landed back on Linda. And then on Luna. “I’m getting all the action? Again?”

“Seems that way,” Amanda said, but not as playful as she used to. She still had some predilection against Linda it seemed. I just shook my head. As long as it remained on this level.

But Linda took it in stride. She just blew Amanda a kiss, before Luna and Linda leaned in close. Linda thought for a moment and then said something inaudible to my sister. Luna then got wide eyes. When they leaned back, Luna shot me a quick look and burst into a small giggle she suppressed with the back of her hand. Linda on the other hand avoided eye contact.

“What?” I asked, holding my hands out.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Luna said. “Spin again, Linda.”

“Oh give me a break. Erh. More kissing then? And I mean with tongue and everything.”

“What happened to the ‘no-NSFW’? Oh, never mind.” I quickly broke as I saw the bottle land on me. Fuck yeah.

I stared intensely as the bottle slowed down. It passed Amanda. Luna, thank god. Linda. Me, of course. Kim. Toby. Jen. Robert. Amanda. And then it stopped dead on… Luna.

I gulped. Fuck. Just what I wanted to avoid. But the girls seemed to find it highly entertaining. Except Luna. She looked a bit shell shocked. But then she shook it off, and instead leaned forward in her seat and puckered her lips jokingly.

“Time to reward you for that poem,” she said. But I could tell she was just trying to make the situation less awkward.

“Oh no, I said with tongue and everything,” Linda argued.

“This is so gross,” I muttered.

“Incest is wincest, am I right?” Amanda joked, pushing Luna a bit.

Luna frowned at that, but started to move across to our sofa regardless. I kind of expected Linda to take Luna’s place, but instead she moved closer to me.

“I wanna watch. To make sure that you do it proper,” Linda explained. But I could tell she was really into watching two siblings kiss in front of her. Or maybe she liked Luna?

Luna sat her knees into the sofa, and looked at me expectantly. Not wanting to leave my sister hanging, I turned as well. I looked at her. Was this really about to happen? Why were the gods so cruel… If only it had landed one person before, or after. But no, it had to be my lil sister.

“Just imagine that it’s me,” Linda mumbled almost sultrily, only for the three of us to hear. Was she getting turned on by this?

Luna then leaned over, wanting to be done with it, placing her hands in between Lindas thighs for support. I moved closer too, but not sure how to engage this in a… brotherly way. But maybe the best cause of action was to think of Linda. Hell, she orchestrated this. And she was right there. I could almost smell her. Might as well.

I leaned closer, moved my left hand to cradle the back of Luna’s head, closed my eyes and thought about how fucking hot Linda was. A moment after I felt lips touch mine, and I pursed out to meet what I imagined to be Linda’s lips. I focused on how hot it was when Linda did squats with Kim. If only that dare had included kisses as well.

I could feel warm, heavy breathing against my face as we held the kiss for a moment, not really moving or anything. Maybe Luna was also imagining it was someone else. Or maybe she was more distressed. It was hard to tell with my eyes closed.

“Let me see it,” Linda muttered in a low voice.

I felt Luna dart her tongue slightly forward. I wanted to throw up. Yet… we had to get this over with. So when she flicked forward again, I welcomed her inside my mouth. If anything, I could feel that even trying to make it as digestible as possible, Luna was a great kisser. Yuck.

“That is so hot,” Linda muttered, being the eager spectator. That seemed to be enough for Luna to pull back.

Maybe I should’ve been the one to do so, but at least it was over. But I felt spit and saliva around my mouth as we had had pretty open mouths so Linda could see, so I had to wipe it away. I then realized that everyone had been looking with great enthusiasm, and how it might look wiping my mouth after having almost made out with my sister.

“It got that heavy, huh?” Amanda teased.

“Oh, I think there is plenty that got heavy,” Kim joked, both of them bursting with laughter.

“Alright, you have had your fun. I’ll grab a beer to cleanse my body. You want anything, Luna?”

Luna gave a disgusted nod. She seemed to share the need for something strong.

“Oh, you gonna buy her a drink, now?” Kim joked. I just shook my head.

“Here you go,” I said a few minutes later, handing a cider to Luna. I grabbed the bottle, ready to move on. “I need a lapdance after that. So that is the dare. May the gods be less fucked.”

The bottle spun and landed on me.

“Oh for fucks sake!” I exclaimed. Did I have some secret magnetism for empty bottles or something?

The girls tooted.

“Me me!” Kim joked.

“No, you have him all day and all night. Me!” Amanda joked. “I wanna lick those biceps while he grinds on me.”

Kim sent Amanda a dirty look. A look that told that she didn’t really mind that happening. Had those two been bonding off late, or something?

I spun the bottle again, with great vigor. Maybe plenty of force would send it right past Luna. If it landed on any other, it would be fine. I was pretty comfortable about myself, so had no problem with getting it on for any of the other guests. Sure, a girl would be preferable, but hey. Guys need love too, am I right?

But the gods were gracious. It landed on Amanda.

“So stripper rules apply?” I asked.

Kim nodded, saying, “be as sexy as you want. But no touching. At least not from Amanda, right? Stripper rules.”

“No fun,” Amanda said, pouting her lips for a moment before turning into a wicked smile. “I wanted to taste those veiny biceps.”

I quickly got up, reached out a hand to help Amanda up from the sofa.

“Don’t pout. I’m giving you guys 60 full seconds. Take one of the kitchen chairs and put it where you wrestled. We’re gonna watch the show, you be sure!” Kim said, as the gang turned in their seats.

I went over and grabbed a chair, placed it and pointed at it as I looked at Amanda, who sat leaning against the back of Kim’s sofa, mushing out her firm thighs, and commanded her to, “Sit.”

Both Kim and Amanda bit their lips as they exchanged a glance. Amanda then walked over with a sway in her hips, before demonstratively sat on the chair. She sat up straight and looked at me coyly. I met her blue eyes as I walked in front of her. I gave Kim a nod, and she started a timer on her phone. She also found a thumping song with decent rhythm.

Knowing how fast 60 seconds could go I started right away. I closed in on Amanda quickly, moving my feet outside of Amanda’s squeezing hers together. I then fell forward, quickly catching myself against the back of the chair, my pecs a few inches from Amanda’s face. Amanda playfully flicked her tongue out, but I shot back up and wagged a finger at her, giving her a wicked smile. Moving my hips slowly side to side to the song, I slowly started to unbutton my shirt. Not too slowly, of course. And as the time ticked, I skipped the last buttons by dramatically ripping my shirt off, whipping it back across the room.

“Damn my husband is hot,” I heard Kim mutter, as I unveiled my ripped torso to the room.

But I wasn’t done. I returned to my previous position, hands on the back of the chair and my firm pecs close to Amanda’s face. I could feel her warm breath on my skin. And perhaps she could feel my body warmth as well. I moved my feet up a bit so I could straddle her, making my grinding match the beat at a faster pace. And then I heard the alarm clock from Kim.

“God damn it, just when it got even better,” Amanda exclaimed, moving her hand to touch me, but recoiling at the last second. “Fuck,” she muttered, breathing heavily now.

I dismounted, gave Amanda a quick rub of the hair and made my way back to the sofa group, greeted by cheers. I looked over at Luna. Even she seemed a bit flustered. Or really just out of it, watching her brother grind sexily all over another girl. Yeah.

“So I get to pick again? I’m guessing I’m doomed no matter what dare it is,” I complained. “Alright. Whoever gets chosen has to get a back massage from the other. Maybe I can trick the system.”

I spun the bottle. And it landed on Kim. And it landed on Toby. I almost spat my beer out. I had almost forgotten. So many… distractions. But now Toby would get to touch Kim. Had he even done that before? I knew he had done other stuff… but somehow him touching her was another level.

“Should I just spin the bottle while I get… massaged? Is 60 seconds alright?” Kim asked, the last question directed more at me. I answered both questions with a nod.

Kim took the bottle and said, “Someone has to take off a piece of clothing of the other person’s choosing.”

I gulped. I already had my shirt off. But I was too distracted too to see who was chosen as Kim turned in her seat for her massage. I wanted to see when Toby’s fingers kneaded into her smaller back, on top of her top. Toby looked more focused than anything. Kim groaned out as she felt his fingers press into her shoulders.

“Josh! Come on! Pick something!” Amanda complained.

I looked back. Oh right. It was me again. “Erh. The socks.”

I hadn’t even seen who it was. To my huge dismay, it was a slightly disappointed Linda who rolled off her socks. “Fuck.”

“I want to see some groping,” I said, spinning the bottle. But Amanda stopped the bottle with a groan.

“Boooring. Let’s make it interesting. Like last time. One person has to go down on the other for 30 seconds!”

“For fucks sake,” I said again. If I had been taught anything, sex games were not safe with your siblings around. I looked over at Kim. She was just done with her massage, rolling her shoulders slightly with a satisfied groan.

But I was safe. The bottle landed on Linda and… back on Amanda.

“Where’s that trusty old broom closet?” Linda said, getting up immediately. Amanda didn’t look so happy. “Or how about it Amanda? Out by the pool? Dimly lit both for privacy and for romance?”

“Sure, why not,” Amanda said, not really wanting any of this. To her, this backfired majorly.

I quickly got up to find a towel for Amanda, if she were to slide her tight jeans off I’d at least offer her privacy. Amanda accepted it in defeat, as Linda led her out. I don’t know if Linda was actually going to make Amanda go through it, and part of me wanted to see. But it was best if they got to do this however they deemed fit. So it was time to distract the crowd.

“Luna, why don’t you spin the bottle in the meantime?” I said, just as Luna put down her drink.

“Sure thing, bro! Letsh keep it going with a 30 second lap dance!” she exclaimed, swirling the bottle immediately. God damn it. But luck…? Luck had me by the balls. It landed on Kim and then Toby.

Kim stood up, dragging Toby with her. She seemed a bit flustered already. Maybe the alcohol had been flowing a bit. Yeah, that had to be it. Kim guided Toby to the chair, nodded to me.

I knew it perfectly well, but if Kim wanted to turn sexy on, she was a phenom. Kim didn’t waste any time. She pressed her palms at her sides as she grinded her hips slowly, pushing her ass out, slowly turning her back to Toby. He seemed quite excited to have Kim’s snaking body slither up against him, as she leaned back into him, never stopping her grinding. She was now resting her ass directly into the crotch of his sweats. No doubt he was feeling firm Kim’s hot ass grind against his crotch. It was mouth watering, looking at her slowly, methodically grinding into him, her face nuzzled into his neck. I could imagine Toby feeling her warm, slightly vodka lazed breath on his skin, her smoky eyes looking heavy and so sexy. And did she just flick her tongue?

“Time’s up!” Luna exclaimed, pouring herself another cider. Was she getting hammered? I didn’t mind, but I also knew either me or Kim would be the one to hold her hair when it all came back.

“Jesus fucking christ,” Amanda suddenly exclaimed as she came back.

She looked utterly disheveled. And like she had reached some new found knowledge. It was not the same Amanda that had gone out to the pool deck that came back in. And even Linda looked a bit rugged.

Amanda stumbled over to the sofas and slumped down next to Luna with a heavy sigh. She looked pretty… fed? Satisfied? Drowsy? What had Linda done to her?

“Mine,” Amanda said, grabbing the bottle. “Seeing things are getting hot and heavy out here, lets see… one has to make the other cum in 30 seconds… just using their hands.”

“Not Luna… not Luna” I thought, as I watched the bottle land on… Kim… and Toby. Again. Two in a row, what were the odds?

Toby looked awfully smug, even for him. Maybe the alcohol and the dance just now had shot him something extra. And I swore I saw a bulge as he made his way to his feet. Still, somehow he managed to hide it.

“You okay?” Kim asked, as she stood by me.

“Hell yeah,” I said. It was all part of the game. And. I can’t lie, my beautiful wife doing something with Toby. Though it was just hands. So really, no big deal. Barely any different from what they’d already been doing. I knew it was all fun and games.

Kim guided Toby towards the door. Not the broom closet, but out to the pool area.

“You alright with your girl jerking off some guy?” Amanda asked.

“Pff, we’re all young and having fun. Ain’t nothing wrong with that?” I answered, shrugging my shoulders.

“Zach was not so understanding,” Amanda muttered. “He was screaming and yelling how much of a slut I was.”

“Listen to the big guy,” Luna laughed, waving me off.

“Hey, me and Linda have been turning you girls mad, you should do something in return. It’s only fair that Toby gets some relief!” I joked.

Kim and Toby had already made their way out. In the meantime, the girls, and Robert, made their disagreement apparent.

“Really now?” Linda said, sipping a glass of some Spanish red named Beronia.

“The bottle gods didn’t favor us, what could we do?” Jen said.

“You really think you something, huh?” Luna said, slapping my chest across from Linda.

“How about some straight up dares?” Amanda asked the room. “If he thinks he makes us girls so fucking wet, we should return the favor. I bet us girls can take Josh out, and dump him in the god damn pool.”

“Hey now, girls. No reason to get frisky. Hey!” I exclaimed, jumping out of the sofa, backing off.

Like hyenas they circled around me. Or at least that was my drunk brain thought.

“Luna, me and you take his arms. Linda you’re strongest so you take the legs.”

I turned to run, but Linda threw herself forward and got my legs before I even took a step. I knew how to fall, so my chin never touched the ground. Before I knew it, my arms were in the hands of my lil sister and Amanda. I could probably have wrenched out of their hold, but being dragged off by a bunch of girls? Heh, why on earth would I stop that?

“Jesus christ you’re heavy!” Amanda groaned.

“You must be at least 200 lbs!” Linda groaned.

“Girls! Mercy!” I laughed.

Robert held the door, and soon I felt the night breeze tickle my body. I knew then they were serious about this. I started the smallest attempts of resistance, but not truly whole-heartedly.

“Hey! I don’t even have swim trunks on!

“Neither did we, but still you made us drench ourselves over your six pack and your big pecs!” Amanda said, as they holstered me out.

“Robert, could you fetch a towel?” I asked, switching over by trying to be as casual as possible, like I wasn’t about to get dumped in the pool against my will. “I’m feeling like a swim right about nooOAAAW-”

And so I was airborne for a full second as the girls plunged me up into the night sky before I crashed through the cold water. Jesus fuck was it cold. But as I broke the surface, I let out a loud, “Woah!” and started backstroking the short side.

“Ah. So refreshing. How about it girls? Wanna join?” I asked, hoping to at least see how daring Amanda and Linda could be.

But alas, they all chuckled and turned to head back inside, expecting me to get up right away. Surprisingly, it was quite nice outside. So why not do a lap?

*

The whole night Toby had been grabbing and groping at me. Not so much in the beginning, but he had become more daring throughout the night. And to be honest, I loved the attention. I could easily have stopped it, but instead I just welcomed his initiative. Hell, at some occasions, maybe I was leaning into it a bit.

At first he had just sort of had his hands by my thigh. Then Toby moved his hand under my thigh. On my knee. And when he moved to sip the pina colada Josh had made him, he put his hand behind me. No doubt hoping I would accidentally slam my ass down on his palm. It was like he was testing the waters to see where I stopped him, or how far he dared to take it. He didn’t dare to, but I could tell he wanted to feel up on my ass. And I wanted him to dare it, to do it in front of all our friends. Or just slip his hand down under. No one would see it. Only the two of us would know.

And I knew Toby was hard. When Amanda did a belly shot, I decided to push the envelope by resting my head in Toby’s lap. And wouldn’t you know, I felt something bump into the back of my head. And as Amanda tickled me and graced my belly with her lips, I felt a small twitch even. And I could easily tell that he liked my outfit. Tight shorts and an off shoulder cotton crop top, all white. And as my dirty little secret, I had no panties on underneath. If Toby had dared move his hand a bit, it would be our dirty little secret.

Then there was the lapdance. With how daring Toby had been, I had so much pent up excitement in me, it was such a thrill to have some sort of outlet. When I pressed my ass into his crotch, I felt his huge cock nudged in between my cheeks. I could feel the heat even, and the pulse. So I got more pent up. Josh was for sure getting some tonight. I was so fucking horny by the end of it.

And now I was sitting here on my knees. Next to me sat Toby leaned back on a lounge chair. We were both dimly lit by the pool light, but I could still make out the contours of his massive bulge. He was no doubt very excited. The dare was to make him cum with my hands in 30 seconds. I bet I could do it in less, seeing how aroused Toby was. Honestly, I would’ve been just as easy a target myself, with how pent up I was.

“Get your pants down,” I commanded. It was nice to be in control. I guess I usually can be kinda submissive, especially with Josh. Around Toby it was much different. He wanted something, but was too afraid to ask. But if nudged, he became a bit more… expectant.

Toby didn’t reply, he just raised his hips and quickly slid his sweats down to his knees. Out stood his massive erection. Silhouetted by the dim light, but yet I could make out raging veins that stretch across Toby’s fat monster. For the first time I’d be touching it. For real. It didn’t count before. But now it certainly did. And I was so turned on for it.

Some part of me even wanted to shove that thing in my mouth, but I knew that was a bridge too far. Though, I think he’d cum even faster from that. Instead, I reach out and place my hand on his thigh. I felt him squirm. Yeah, 30 seconds would be no big deal. Slowly, I inched my hand up his thigh until I made contact with his testicles. Not only was he hung, but he had huge swollen balls too. They were so huge. No wonder he came a lot.

Toby didn’t reply, he just raised his hips and quickly slid his sweats down to his knees. Out stood his massive erection. Silhouetted by the dim light, but yet I could make out raging veins that stretch across Toby’s fat monster. For the first time I’d be touching it. For real. It didn’t count before. But now it certainly did. And I was so turned on for it.

Some part of me even wanted to shove that thing in my mouth, but I knew that was a bridge too far. Though, I think he’d cum even faster from that. Instead, I reach out and place my hand on his thigh. I felt him squirm. Yeah, 30 seconds would be no big deal. Slowly, I inched my hand up his thigh until I made contact with his testicles. Not only was he hung, but he had huge swollen balls too. They were so huge. No wonder he came a lot.

It was wonderful to see how he squirmed at my touch. My delicate fingers tracing his grapes no doubt felt amazing. I could tell from how he jolted slightly when I reached some sensitive spots. I gently caressed his balls for a few moments, before getting to business.

“Toby, set the clock.”

Toby flicked out his phone and started the timer, giving me a nod. He was very eager for me to finally touch his cock, I could tell. So I then moved my hand up to the base of Toby’s cock. It was so warm. And so huge. But I hadn’t fully grasped it yet. Both figuratively and literally. I doubted my fingers wouldn’t reach all the way around him. I wanted him a bit more pent up before I went to town. 30 seconds was plenty. Slowly, I traced my fingers up his erection, tickling him. He was throbbing so hard as I reached the tip there was already leaking precum all over. I’m sure I could made him cum without even jerking him. But that would just be cruel.

So instead I gripped the slick, fatness of his cock. And truth be told, I couldn’t reach all the way around. There was a significant gap in my grip. I gripped him hard, but not so much he would feel any pain. Quickly, I started to stroke his foreskin up and down at an almost frantic pace. His cock was so fat and hard, pulsing hard in my hand. Toby grunted as I fucked his cock with my hand. Yeah, this would be a walk in the park.

Soon he was quivering all over, clutching the armrests and grunting frantically. And in a matter of seconds I felt his cock give several giant pulses followed shortly by my hand becoming wet from wrist to knuckle. Cum shot into the hair and splashed across my fingers. Meanwhile, he didn’t even say anything. Like it was a given.

So the next few moments he continued to grunt and buck as he shot his semen all over his erection and my hand. It was so thick. So much. I could see the whiteness glow in the mallow lighting. I just watched on as he squirmed in my grip, shooting his huge load.

And it brought me a sense of pride. I could make Toby cum in 30 seconds, which Amanda couldn’t in 60. Though, he didn’t exactly hold back. I bet he loved cumming all over my hand.

Then we both snapped our heads towards the door. Out came Luna, Amanda and Linda, carrying a laughing Josh between them. I heard the timer go off, just as Josh got tossed into the pool. “He just missed the show,” I jokingly thought.

Josh said something to the others, but they headed back inside. He then turned to swim around for a bit it seemed. The temperature was decent, so I could imagine a midnight dip was pretty nice.

“Toby, head inside. I’ll join ya’ll in a minute,” I said. Toby nodded and started to make his way down the pool, giving a nod to Josh on the way. I guess Josh didn’t see anything, because he didn’t really see anything, as he just relaxed in the water.

I had to drag Josh out of the water and have him fuck me on the pool table. I was so worked up from all the built up tension. And now he was right there, ready for the taking.

“Josh! Get the fuck out the water right now!” I exclaimed urgently.

“What’s up?” Josh asked, swimming over to me.

“I need you to cum inside me ASAP,” I said.

Josh’s face froze, seeing I was serious. I needed some good dicking. Now. Josh eagerly hopped up out of the pool and urgently punished me for being a bad girl.

“Fuck yeah, Josh, right there!” I squirmed bent over a lounge chair. “Toby got me so worked up, I needed some of that hubby cock!”

“Yeah? You worked up and all frustrated?”

“Not anymore, Joshie boy. Fuck me! Yeah! Pump this hot lil momma good until she thanks you!”

“You want my cock?” Josh asked, slowly but deliberately thrusting into me.

“Oh, yes! Give it to me! Fill me with your man juice, baby!” I said, shoving my ass back against him.

And Josh obliged. He pumped me full of his manhood, sending waves of pleasure through my body. That cock felt amazing. He was so strong and virile. And the more he fucked me, the more I loved it. Soon I was squirming and moaning as he pounded away at me. Then I felt him reach under and start playing with my clit. I was close, so damn close. And then I exploded like never before.

“FUUUUCK! Oh god! OHHHH YEAHHHHH!!” I screamed out, bucking wildly on the lounge chair.

I felt the familiar sensation of my pussy clamping down on his dick, milking him dry. I then felt his warm fluid splash over my walls, coating my insides. And soon I felt him release inside me. I could feel his seed drip out of me, filling my womb.

A few minutes rolled by as we recollected ourselves

“That was hot!” Josh said. I just nodded back, reaching down and stroking his cock. He was still rock hard.

“Now get back in the water,” I said, winking at him.

*

Coming back from some wild fucking with Kim, I saw the others had carried on the game without us. I might’ve lost out on some action, but I was beat. Spent. Kim had drained me three times before she was satisfied. So I was more motivated to go to sleep than anything.

“But Josh. We’ve found this really interesting way of making even sleeping exciting,” Amanda said with a coy smile.

“Really now?” I said, suppressing a yawn.

“Yeah. We draw names from this bowl,” Amanda said, holding up a bowl with a bunch of paper notes.

My sleepy brain was a bit bamboozled by this proposal. It sounded like good fun, but I was more sleepy than anything. Though. Waking up with a cluster of girls in my arms did sound enticing.

“No, we’re sleeping in pairs,” Amanda dismissed, seeing my cogs move.

“Sure. Why not? Robert, ready to hit the hay?” I joked.

Amanda then held out the bowl for Robert. He picked a name from it. “Jen, you dirty slut,” he joked. How did they always end up with each other?

Amanda shrugged and then gave the bowl to Linda. “Heeey, we’re bunking buddies. And here I thought I would sleep alone!”

“Not tonight, girl,” Amanda sighed. It was hard to tell if she was annoyed or excited about it. Linda seemed to have done one on her earlier.

“So me then?” I said. I only had Toby, Luna and Kim left. And of those, I hoped for Kim of course. Though, the brotherly part of me also didn’t want Toby to sleep in the same bed as my lil sister, and do who knows what.

Amanda gave me the bowl and out I fished a small note that read the name of my sister Luna. Well fuck. The brother in me won I guess. But I also couldn’t hide that Toby and Kim sleeping together was exciting. I knew Kim would never cheat on me, but it was a real thrill to wonder how far they would take it. Not that I could do anything to relief my imagination, as I would have my fucking sister in my bed.

“What the fuck?” I exclaimed.

“Poem, then you make out. Time to seal the deal?” Amanda joked. Luna, drowsy and sleepy, frowned at her comment. So did I. I kinda wanted to throw up just thinking about it.

“Shut up already. I’m probably just gonna pass out,” I said. Luna nodded. I’m guessing both were too tired by now to really play along with all that bullshit.

“Guess that leaves Mr Big Dick and our local dancer,” Amanda said with her normal coyness.

I shook my head, but couldn’t really shake it from my head either. I looked over at Luna. She seemed to have fallen asleep even. Did I have to carry her to bed? I could just leave her here… but that wasn’t the nice thing to do. So with a grunt I hooked my hands under her and lifted her up. Yeah, she was out cold. Perhaps one too many drinks. But it was all good. I hoisted her up on my shoulder and waved the others good night.

I gave Kim an extra wink and blew her a kiss. She blew one back. Who knows what she would be up to? She was already so horny when she jerked Toby off outside. And now a whole night?

A few minutes later I dumped my sleeping sister into Kim’s side of the bed. As awkward as it may have been, I decided that I would just play it casually. I brushed my teeth and hit the hay like any other day, letting Luna do her thing. Which was sleeping.

*

The next day, I woke up with a slight hangover. It took me a few moments to realize the state of what happened last night. I moved my hand down and felt a leg and an arm draped across me. It quickly dawned on me that during the night, I hadn’t cuddled up to Kim, but Luna. It was so natural to me to sleep close to Kim, but with Luna there I must’ve crawled over to her instead. Though it was now her who had cuddled up on my chest, sleeping quite heavily.

The natural reaction would of course be to jump up and be disgusted and yadda yadda yadda, but Luna seemed to be in deep sleep. So I just carefully moved her leg off of me, and slid out of bed, gently putting her head down on my pillow. I threw on my robe and groggily made my way out into the hallway and down the stairs.

As I entered the hall, I looked down to where Toby’s annex was, just as I saw Kim emerge. She looked a bit disheveled. I swore I could see some crust on her even. Fuck she looked nasty. I loved it. She carefully closed the door behind her, turned and saw me. She gave a small smirk and made her way over.

“Been a naughty girl?” I asked, letting her know I was in good spirits, despite the hangover.

“You bet… He had… morning wood…” Kim whispered, not wanting any more attention than necessary.

“Really now?” I said, grabbing her. I could swear she had some ‘battle scars’ on her face.

“Did you guys… have…” I started, not daring to finish the sentence.

“No! I’d never… I just jerked him off a bit,” she explained, slightly exasperated. “And he came on my face… and… I’ll tell you later. I need to sleep. I slept like a baby, but I don’t feel like it. Probably the alcohol. You know I can’t sleep properly unless I’m in my own bed.”

“Well. Be my guest. Luna’s up there, though.”

Kim shrugged and headed upstairs.

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