Chapter 2: Back at Brenda’s

After class I met Brenda walking outside and we started talking about our plans for the summer. She pulled me off to the side and looked around furtively to be sure nobody could hear her.

“Hey girl, what would you think about coming over to my house tomorrow?” she asked. It would be the last weekend before finals week so if there was going to be a good time this was it.

“Well, anything special in mind?” I replied.

I knew what I HOPED she would say and Brenda didn’t disappoint me. She took my hand and squeezed it. “Ahhhhhh Kelly, you know I like to be with you but I thought you might be interested in knowing my brother has been staying at our house this past week while his house was being worked on.” Anyone that overheard her would think it was just an innocent comment but the twinkle in her eye betrayed her.

“C’mon Kelly, you know we can’t do it unless you’re there with us,” she pleaded.

Brenda was pretty open-minded as you might tell from the fact she fucks her brother in the first place but there was something that still seemed to bother her about doing him alone. Maybe it was too intimate for her and somehow by having me with them it made it less brother-sister and more a three-some style experience, even if the third person just watched.

I’d tried to bring up the subject a few times with her but she never wanted to discuss it. Whatever it was, she had this mental block against fucking David without me being there. Obviously she WANTED to or else why ask me to come to her house! This would have been an interesting topic to explore in Psych class although I doubt my professor would have seen it in quite the same way I did!

We agreed that she would pick me up after classes. Returning to my dorm room I quickly packed some clothes and left a note for Karen telling her where I would be so she wouldn’t worry. I walked out of the dorm just as Brenda pulled up and I hopped in her car.

It only took about fifteen minutes to get to her house and we just chatted about school gossip and such. We went in through the garage door entrance and into the kitchen where her mom and David’s wife were getting supper ready. His wife was a bitch and for some reason she had hated me from day one - even before I was fucking her husband. She thought she was some sort of beauty queen and while she did indeed look pretty good, especially in a string bikini, I didn’t think that she was as hot as she thought she was. In her own a way I think she knew it which is why she resented any other girls around her.

Sure enough, she took one look at me and rolled her eyes, ignoring me afterwards. I would have loved to have walked up behind her and whispered in her ear, telling her how good her husband’s cock felt in me when he fucked me! She deserved it but I knew I could never tell her, much as it would have thrilled me.