Chapter 8

We were in her apartment when Beverly arrived. Brenda went straight for the refrigerator and started handing out bottles of beer.

“Mental lubricity. Yessss. My kinda place. Josh, has Brenda told you anything about us? I mean us, as kids, or anything like that? Has she mentioned her friend, Lisa?”

“Yes. To all of that. Lots.”

“Oh, crap! This is going to be much less fun if I don’t get to explain things.”

“What is there to explain, Beverly? You came home to find a couple of little girls playing grammar school grab ass and joined in with them. Pretty easy in my book.”

“Josh, I had just, within the last couple of weeks, been seduced by my roommate in the dorm. She looks so much like a slightly older Lisa, it’s not funny. In any case, I just fell into it because of that. I have no regrets; other than the possible effect it had on the way I treated my little sister afterwards. I was a bitch, I acknowledge that fact, and I want to apologize, not only verbally, but in my actions, and rectify the situation.”

“Good for you. There is always a call for someone willing to mend a fence or build a bridge. Oh, Brenda, where is this Lisa lady now, and who is Renee, again?”

“Never you mind, bucko. Let me get you into my grasp before I show you off to the general populace.”

“I’m completely in your grasp, young lady. I put a ring on it and have every intention of staying that way, in your grasp, that is, forever, and ever, and ever.”

“Thank you, Josh. Really. Thank you. Now we need to see what my sister’s true intentions are. After all, she followed us home, and it’s not really all that late.”

“I have no ulterior intentions, or motives, if you will, I promise. I wanted to spend some time with my sister and her boyfriend.”

At that, Brenda lifted her hand, knuckles out, and pointed to her ring.

“Fiancée. Sorry!” was Beverly’s reaction.

Brenda giggled. “Damn right, girl.”

I had to interject a bit. “Speaking of intentions and mental lubricity, I remember a past bout of mental lubricity, Beverly, wherein you said you wanted another shot at Brenda’s little pussy. Remember that? It was so off the wall; your boyfriend didn’t even pick up on it.”

“I said that? Oh, yeah, I think I remember that night.” Beverly was turning a bit pink.

“Oh, Josh, I doubt seriously if that’s what she’s here for.”

“What, Bren? That would be so horrible, having your sister making love to you like we did when we were younger?”

“No, BB. I never said that, and wouldn’t. Water under the bridge. I’m going to shower and get ready for bed. I’ll get you some blankets and such.”

After Brenda brought back the bed clothes, she headed off to the bathroom to clean up. Beverly and I chatted for a bit, mostly about Travis, and the fact they were probably going to see each other again at some point.

“Beverly, you’re welcome to the bathroom next if you like. Do you need some night clothes or anything for tomorrow?”

“Yes, if you don’t mind,” BB said. They went off to take care of that while I picked up a bit and got a glass of water, heading into bed. I hit the head on the way, then as the girls were coming out of the bedroom, I went in, crawled into the sack, and waited for my lovely to join me.

I heard bathroom activities happening at about the same time that Brenda came in and crawled into bed with a kiss and a spooning. She pulled my hand up from her tummy and placed it over her breast, holding it there with her hand.

We shared ‘I love yous’ then I drifted off to sleep and dreamed of a blonde woman giving me a blowjob while another one looked on.

Waking, I realized it wasn’t a dream. My fiancée was actually letting her sister play with my morning wood. I didn’t think it was going to happen, but there she was, Miss Beverly in all her glory, leaning down once again to put the tip back into her mouth while Brenda told her to be careful with her teeth.

“Brenda, baby, BB, hon, I gotta go pee. I’ll be right back.” They let me up so I could take care of things but made me promise to get right back in bed with them. There was coffee available on the nightstand, so I was happy to comply with their wishes.

When I got back, I went straight for the coffee and Beverly went straight back to work trying to suck my kidneys out of my body through my penile projection. It had softened a bit in the bathroom but was coming back strong since the entire thing was in Beverly’s mouth. Her teeth were all the way to my pelvic bone. At least they were for a little bit. As it grew back, she couldn’t keep it there, choking on it a bit, then finishing me off, and swallowing all I had to offer.

“That was better than I thought it would be. It’s not great, but...”

“Wait a minute, didn’t you...” Brenda started to ask.

“I made him, well, I have always made them wear rubbers when I did this. This is only the second one without, and the first one was when we were really young, and I don’t think he really had anything to taste one way or another.”