Pixie
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Chapter 23: Confrontation
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 23: Confrontation - Melissa is a pixie – small, blonde, busty, hot, and mischievous, especially when it comes to her sex life. She has to be different too – a contrarian. Doug loves the Pixie, and then endures her adventures long into adulthood – many sexual, and including a collection of interesting characters added to their loving polyamorous ‘family’ by both of them. They also enjoy an unexpected windfall. 200,000+ words, posted one chapter per week, full book available inexpensively at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism
I got to Kara and Carl’s house in Austin about four o’clock Friday afternoon. I wanted to just burst in the front door and ask about the porn films I’d discovered a few days prior that featured the two of them. Instead, however, I bit my tongue and waited for an opportune moment. I had a nice reunion with my sister and her husband.
The day was hot, certainly compared to Columbus. Carl suggested I put on shorts and that we sit beside the pool and talk before cooking up a few things for dinner on the grill. After I changed I walked around the house, taking the long way out to the patio deck. There was the sofa and artwork that I’d seen in one of the DVDs; then I noticed the lamps and the coffee table too. All had been part of the staging in the films. Even the magazines and books on the coffee table were unchanged.
I joined Carl on the deck and he thrust a cold beer into my hands. We talked about the weather, how long it had been since I’d seen them, Carl’s search for a job to replace the one he’d lost many months earlier, and my work as overall property manager for 4,000 apartments owned by the real estate investment company I worked for. He mentioned several times about the ‘hard times’ the family was coping with.
Kara came and joined us, enjoying a late-afternoon glass of wine. Mostly she just listened as Carl and I got reacquainted, occasionally asking a question about my job or volunteering some piece of information about what they’d been up to, including her loss of employment and fruitless job searches. The whole economy seemed to be suffering and the job markets were terrible, even outside of Austin. The country was in recession and it hit their family especially hard.
I looked for an opening to spring my surprise question to them. After we’d talked for over half an hour, it finally came when there was a lull in the conversation. I looked at the two of them, signaling that I was about to speak and then I sprung the question on them.
“So, how is the porn business?”
Carl didn’t bat an eye except to look at my sister to see how she wanted to play this. Kara looked puzzled and for a moment I thought perhaps I’d made a colossal mistake. She asked flatly, “Excuse me, would you care to explain that question?”
I explained, almost rationally but ready to burst apart into a million little pieces, “So Tuesday, I stop by our Triple-X Adult Film and Book Store on the way home from work and I’m browsing the store for a good film or two for Mel and I to share, and I see this special display for two new films by the same outfit. One film is called Love Comes Twice and the other Trial and Error.”
Carl nodded in acknowledgement of what I was telling.
I kept looking between the two of them and continued, “Now it’s odd that they promote one porn film versus another because there is such a wide variety in the kinky tastes of the American public, so the promotional display really caught my attention. Anyway, I ended up buying the two-video package. I remember the display had lots of rave reviews about the videos, plus the words ‘Woman Friendly’. I figured how could you miss with reviews and PR like that.”
“So Melissa and I loved up the kids, read them stories and tucked them in bed. Now we had the whole evening to ourselves. We figure we’ll make love and watch one of the videos I’d just bought and fool around. I pop one of the DVDs into the player and turn it on as we start to get into our ... errr ... lovemaking.”
“I’m splitting my attention between what Mel is doing to me and what is happening on the TV screen, AND THERE IS MY SISTER GETTING FUCKED BY SOME GUY THAT’S NOT YOU, CARL.”
Kara calmly said, “Oh, you must have been watching Love Comes Twice to get to a love scene so early in the video.”
Carl struggled to hold back a laugh and let out a snort. At least they saw some humor in my unease.
“So WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” I asked, my voice resounding around the patio.
Carl answered calmly now deciding to come to my aide, “We are making adult films, and I might add that we are apparently very good at it. The videos are doing a superb job of keeping us afloat economically, I might add.”
I made a couple of snide comments about what being ‘good’ consisted of, but Carl brushed them aside.
Finally, Carl turned square on to me and spoke, “Doug, we told you a little white lie a few minutes ago. We said we were still looking for a job when, in fact, we stopped looking several months back. We have created our own production company making adult films that we star or are featured in. As you saw, there are others involved that got in the same economic fix that we did. There’s good money in this – exceptionally good.”
I must have looked skeptical because he clarified his last remark for me.
“Doug, by ‘good money’ I mean that so far this year Kara and I have already cleared over a million dollars – after taxes.”
I was speechless. I started to sputter as I said, “You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope,” Carl said. “To be more exact, so far this year our little film company has made almost four million dollars on those two films and off an advance to put both films into ‘R’ rated versions. We will most likely have both versions of those videos featured at one of the major film festivals. Just being selected means the films will get another jolt of earnings and it paves the way for our future films to be welcomed in more respectable cinematic circles.”
I asked numbly, “Where’s the other three million?”
Kara gestured to the homes on either side of us and said, “Our partners in the effort live next door to us. We are all in this together after every one of us lost our jobs and couldn’t find replacements. Our homes were nearing foreclosure. We were nearly penniless. If you watched both films you saw everybody in the company at one time or another.”
“I’ll say I saw everybody,” I said, leaning forward again. “I saw all there is to see about everybody too.” I started to sputter again, so I shut up. I tried to smile to take the edge off my biting comment.
Kara jumped in and asked me, “So did you watch the two films? What did you think of them?”
I took a big breath and said, “After I got over the shock that my sister was getting fucked on a porno flick, Melissa and I paid more attention. We paid more attention the second time through too ... and the third ... and the fourth. I just couldn’t believe it was you, but it was.”
I looked at Carl and said, “I guess I can say this in front of you given your new profession, and don’t take offense, but I got the biggest hard-on I’ve ever had watching that first film. Hell, even as we kept watching Mel and I made love three times that first night; it was some of the hottest sex we’ve ever seen or ever had.”
Kara smiled warmly and nodded, encouraging me to go on.
“Anyway after we watched it all the way through the first time Mel says, ‘put it on again.’ So I restart the DVD and I get another hard-on immediately. We maneuver so we can both watch the TV and see it again, this time paying even more attention to details, such as seeing your living room, even though we’re fucking like a bag of rabbits.” I looked at both of them and added, “I figure I can use this language around you guys and you won’t be offended.”
Carl smiled and said, “Go on.”
“So we watch the entire film again as we slow fuck right to the end and then we have another round of fireworks together – very nice climaxes. So, yes, I loved your videos. They’re inspiring, but ... I don’t like my sister being in it. What were you thinking?”
“Would you have gotten so hard and paid so much attention to the film if it hadn’t been your sister,” Kara asked, ignoring my question. She had a slight smirk on her face and probably knew what my truthful answer would be.
I felt myself blush. “Kara. I love you and I always have, but for the first time in my life you made me see you as a highly desirable woman and not as my sister. Every time I’ve watched those films – and I should tell you we’ve watched one or the other of them at least twice every night since I bought them – I’ve wanted to make love to you.”
“Then why don’t you?” Carl suggested in a matter-of-fact manner. When I looked at him, I could tell he was serious and that his suggestion was genuine.
I sat back like I’d been hit in the chest again. I sputtered, “You ... you ... you ... you mean ... you mean you’d ... I’d ... she’d...” I couldn’t put the whole thought together in one coherent sentence. A long silence ensued. My brain had finally fried all its circuits. Kara went and got us some more beers and some cheese and crackers. I found myself staring at the water in the pool with random sexual and lustful thoughts just rushing through my head. Carl and Kara seemed content with the silence between us all.
Suddenly, I heard Kara say, “Oh, look here’s Ally.”
I turned and a beautiful buxom young woman in her mid-twenties came strolling across the backyard from the equally large house next door.
Kara introduced Ally to me with some words about her assisting on this or that video, and emphasizing that she was now directing the current film they were doing – another film called Love Strokes. I recognized her immediately. Without thinking, I blurted out, “Oh yes. You were in Trial and Error – towards the end. You fucked Carl and ... and you made love with Kara.” The words were out before I realized how inappropriate they probably were.
Ally said, “Right,” with a smile and apparent appreciation for my recognition of her roles in the videos. She delivered passionate kisses to Kara and Carl, then came over to me, pulled me up to a standing position, and proceeded to kiss me passionately, her tongue even darting into my mouth just before we broke our kiss. She said, “If you’re Kara’s brother, you deserve a big kiss too.” She pasted herself against me and we kissed again; this time I got into it.
Ally said to me, “You kiss nice. Maybe later we’ll do it some more.” She pulled up a chair between Carl and me and joined our circle.
Kara quietly said to me, “You can kiss me that way if you want to.” She reached over and squeezed my hand. My brain went into fry-mode again. My sister actually wanted to have a sensual kiss with me. Fuck, I wanted to kiss her that way.
I sat numbly watching Carl and Ally talking about shooting schedules and holding hands. There was a comfortable air about their being together that I just sort of appreciated for what it was. I felt I should be having some profound thoughts, but for the life of me I couldn’t figure out what to think about.
Kara pulled her chair closer to me and took my hands in hers. “Doug, you should know some things about us that might make you feel better about all this.” She explained about the loving relationships they’d formed across the three families and with Ally, as well as how they got started doing the films almost by accident when four of them were out of jobs, money and hope. She repeated what Carl had told me about their neighbors and how they were each about to lose their homes to foreclosures.
I learned that Ally lived with Kara and Carl most of the time, like in the same bed. I also got a dose of the group’s philosophy about love and relationships. Not surprisingly, they were close to what Mel and I espoused.
Kara explained, “It’s important that you know that we all love each other. We are not only best friends in every nuance of the word; we are also each other’s lovers and confidants. You might even say ‘spouses’.
We are also each other’s business partners and spiritual advisors. Our lives are inextricably intertwined with each other in every way and on every level you can think of. This is not a swing club or a group grope that we get off on now and again. We are as serious about our relationships as you are about yours and Melissa’s. We work at them every day and in every way we can think of.”
I asked in a quiet voice of understanding, “So you almost have a group marriage here?”