Temporary Girlfriend
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 43: Passage of Time
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 43: Passage of Time - A chance meeting between Josh and Megan leads a day later to pleading with her to become his ‘’temporary’ girlfriend and rescue him from becoming the butt of his family’s ire. Megan agrees. The family fully embraces her, and despite the ‘temporary’ label, they eventually wed and have their own sexual honeymoon with friends, involving her sister and others, living in a loving, polyamorous setting.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Incest Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
The fourteen of us stood between the two jets hugging and kissing each other. The cars had been turned in and the jets had gone through the pre-flight inspections by the pilots. David and I had been the ones to get up early to do the rest of the preflight planning. Josh wanted me to fly as pilot-in-command again.
Two linemen stood ready to assist us in leaving the ramp area at St. Marteen’s airport, amazed at the intimacy we all shared with each other as we kissed and hugged goodbye. Eventually we broke apart, whispered our love for each other once more, and boarded one of the two jets.
Greg and David’s Learjet filled with Stacy, Fiona, Ray, Carl, Katelyn, Beth and Doug. I watched from the pilot-in-command seat as David waved to us one last time and folded up the electric stairs and secured the door. We waited while they started their engines and ran through their checklists and then left the pad to taxi to the runway for takeoff.
Josh sat in our co-pilot’s seat after securing the entry door. In the back of the plane were Amy, Jeremy and Alex. Jeremy and Alex would catch an evening red-eye from Boston back to London that night. Amy would spend a few more days in New England with Josh and me and then with our parents before flying back to Paris.
The radio came alive in my headset, “Citation, November-Four-Eight-Gulf (our tail number), Clearance Delivery.” Josh replied and they started again, “November-Four-Eight-Gulf is cleared to Bravo-Echo-Delta airport in the United States, via RNAV Direct Juliet-Alpha-Xray, Direct. Vectors after departure. Expect Flight Level 400 five minutes after. And you are cleared to taxi to Runway 09; hold short landing traffic.” I let Josh repeat the clearance back to them as I set up the radios with the correct frequencies and put the waypoints in the Global Position System.
We taxied to the runway and went through our checklists. I found my confidence returning now stronger than ever. Josh and I smiled at each other and he reached over and gave me a loving squeeze of my right shoulder. We watched a Boeing 757 sweep into a landing, roll-out, and then taxi towards the commercial terminal.
The radio came alive again, “November-Four-Eight-Gulf cleared for take-off. After take-off, turn to flight plan route and cleared to Flight Level 400. Contact departure on one-two-eight-decimal-niner-five after clearing one-thousand.” Josh repeated the instructions back as I revved up the engines and started to taxi the last few feet to position the plane on the runway centerline.
I took a quick look back at our passengers. Alex was already asleep. Jeremy and Amy were holding hands. Amy gave me a thumbs up gesture of support and confidence with a big smile.
The Citation turned to the runway heading and then we started our roll down the 7,070-foot runway. We soared flawlessly into the air well before the end and I repeated the climb-out checklist from memory but saying the list aloud as Josh held the laminated card to be sure I didn’t omit anything.
As we cleared through ten thousand feet on a nearly cloudless day I gestured for Amy to come up and join us in the jump seat. She came and sat, asking us to explain in detail each of the flight instruments and radios. She seemed fascinated with everything we showed her. I thought we might be setting the hook in.
“You know I wouldn’t mind becoming a pilot,” she told us as we made our turn nearly eight miles high a little north of Jacksonville. “Maybe Greg will teach me how to fly.”
One Year Later
I awoke early and slipped from the bed where I’d slept next to Greg. He was still zonked out. We’d stayed up late making love, and also watching my husband make love to Amy – my sister and also Greg’s primary love interest, although we got along really well.
I brushed my teeth to get rid of my camel breath. Before that, my breath that morning was an agglomeration of my normal yuck, the cum from Greg and Josh, and Amy’s pussy juice in large quantities. I’d consumed a lot of those fluids the night before. Peppermint toothpaste might help cover up anything bad.
I snuck into the master bedroom in our Charlestown condo. Josh and Amy were asleep; he on his stomach with his face almost buried in a pillow, and Amy on her back with a sheet over her lower body. Her breasts, that kind of matched mine, were on display. I was about to have some fun.
I gently pulled the sheet away from Amy, revealing her sex to me. I nudged her legs apart and she complied without waking. With the motivation of love and the urge to pleasure her, I gently extended my tongue and lapped at her sodden slit. The moisture that saturated the area was Josh’s cum and her nectar. David had some cum in there too. Maybe the use of the toothpaste was a waste of time.
Amy spread her legs a little wider to afford me greater access to her slit. I got some long licks in from ass to clit, and then rooted around in her juicy cleft. After a few seconds of that, Amy moaned and her legs spread even wide.
I pushed two fingers into my sister and gently turned them, and then I decided that her G-spot was a suitable target. I kept licking and feeling around inside of her, eliciting more moans and other sounds that indicated that she liked what I was doing to her.
Amy mumbled aloud, “God, Megan, you are as such a horndog, and I love what you’re doing to me.” She sat up partially, supporting herself on her elbows so she could watch my cunnilingus and attempt to bring her off. The combination worked after about five minutes. A year earlier, if somebody had told me that I was a full bisexual, I would have laughed them out the door. Since meeting Fiona, Katelyn, Beth, Stacy, and then re-discovering my older sister, I’d become a convert.
The moaning and talking resulted in Josh becoming awake so he could watch us. Greg had come into the room and sat on the edge of the bed to watch me plunder Amy. He had chuckled as she writhed around in her sleep as my tongue first started in on her.
After Amy’s orgasm, there was a wet spot – again – on the bed. Later, I’d do yet another wash. We were doing one or two a day with just the sullied sheets, sometimes from Josh and me, and more recently from the two of us plus my sister and her boyfriend. Amy held her arms out and I moved up to snuggle with my sexy sister.
Josh had known Greg for about six years, meeting him when Greg first started working for Cessna in their training center. Josh had learned to fly the Citation from him, and five years later, I also had him as an instructor on the jet along with David. That was almost three years ago.
Over the last twelve months, all sorts of noteworthy things happened to each of us and to our close friends.
First, I became an ‘Aunt’. I am Aunt Megan to ‘Little Megan’ – Ray and Stacy’s baby, that was born about a month after the end of our wild honeymoon that Stacy participated in despite her beachball-like appearance. Holding that baby in my arms just about does me in with tears of joy for Ray, Fiona, and Stacy ... and David. I have a connection with that child that transcends anything I could ever expect.
During our honeymoon in the Caribbean, David fell in love with Stacy. The way she tells the story, it certainly didn’t involve her looks because she was ‘pregnantly ugly’. I know that they did have long talks and walks together, and that some had involved Ray and Fiona.
David earned a permanent ‘bed slot’ in Ray, Fiona, and Stacy’s Denver home, and he seemed able to use it, and get Stacy back in his arms almost every weekend. Fi also liked David, and so there was always the expected swapping around, and shortly that also extended to Josh’s other sister, Katelyn, husband Carl, and their intimate friends Doug and Beth. Yep, David was highly motivated to be in Denver as often as he could.
Another noteworthy event from the past year was my crash in Josh’s Citation at the Bedford airport. The landing gear wouldn’t extend because of some faulty tie-rod that broke and tore into and damaged the gear door, and that, in turn, bent into part of the wing’s sheet metal and thereafter blocked it from opening completely. That was the ‘official’ conclusion by the FAA and the NTSB as to the cause of the accident. The plane was out of service for six months, but it did get rebuilt and returned to service.
A week or so after my accident, Josh and I got married. I am Mrs. Megan Bannock, and I love it. We did a big destination party for our closest friends as our honeymoon in the Caribbean Island of St. Maarten’s. After learning of her liberal attitude about life, relationships, and sex, I got my sister Amy to attend. She turned out to be as big a slut as I am, and fully participated in all the loving and fucking that went on that week. That week changed our relationship forever in a good way.
During the honeymoon, and because of the sex and the outpouring of love, Amy fell in love with both my new husband, Josh, and our pilot friend Greg. At that time, she was working in Paris and he was living and working in Wichita, Kansas. Both of them resolved to change that situation so they could be together.
Amy also wanted to be near Josh and me – two of the providers of the many orgasms to her sweet body and the huge buckets of love that we felt for her. Amy negotiated a transfer within Google to their Cambridge office that turned out to be only a short walk from Josh’s condominium in Charlestown. She’d be doing similar work in her new job helping companies get their businesses up on Google- and Alphabet-related sites, for instance, YouTube.
I asked Josh whether she could live with us ‘for a while’. We talked and I explained her love for him and the likelihood that ‘a while’ might be a long time. He was actually intrigued about ‘living with two horny sisters’, as he put it. He admitted that he’d also fallen in love with Amy and wanted her close to him, too. He hasn’t been disappointed. We are horny most of the time, and certainly from a love and sex point of view, he is a prime beneficiary.
Greg assessed his position and possible career track at Cessna, and decided that a job change should be made to advance his career in aviation. He targeted his job search in the Boston area, and the gods smiled on his countenance.
Greg landed a job as both an instructor and charter pilot with a company called Dreamjet, based in Bedford, Massachusetts, next door to where we keep our Citation. The company that owned Dreamjet had the funny name, based on an Australian landmark, Ayers Rock Aviation. They had a fleet of five corporate jets, most comparable to the Citation we had. David would be ‘on the road’ a lot with charter flights, mostly around North America, but Massachusetts would be his new home base.