Chapter 2

Elizabeth, Anne, and I got in the car and headed to the restaurant. Liz had just gotten off work after a tough day, and with her sister visiting from England, I thought it would be a good idea to take the girls out to dinner. I had made reservations at a local steakhouse so Anne could get a sampling of American food.

It was about a 15 minute drive across town to the restaurant and I chuckled to myself seeing how excited the girls were getting! They were chattering like a couple squirrels and with Anne’s thick English accent, Liz was starting to revert back to her childhood English as well.

We pulled up to the front of the steakhouse and I found a good parking spot close to the door. I helped the girls out all gentleman-like which made them both giggle like schoolgirls. We went inside and were seated at a nice table in an out of the way section of the restaurant.

I knew a little about steaks and which ones to pick out so the girls let me do the ordering. I chose three 10 oz. Rib Eye steaks with all the fixings (baked potato, sautéed vegetables, and dinner roll) and to drink I chose a nice Cabernet Sauvignon.

When the steaks arrived, they looked wonderful. Bobby’s was known for its amazing steaks and they didn’t disappoint this time either. We began eating and Anne was the first one to comment on how delicious and tender her steak was. Elizabeth also was quite happy with her cut and mine was excellent as well. We all sat and ate and drank and enjoyed the evening out.

We had just about finished dinner when Anne excused herself to go to the ladies room. Elizabeth decided to join her (what is it about you girls that you have to have a bathroom buddy?) and the two of them headed for the ladies room. I continued eating my meal while I waited for the girls to come back. It seemed like they were gone a long time, but finally the two of them returned. After I seated them, I sat down to finish eating. I had just taken another bite when Elizabeth dropped a bomb on me that very nearly killed me!

“So how was my sister?” Elizabeth said bluntly.

I nearly choked on the piece of meat I was eating! I coughed and sputtered finally take a sip of wine to get the meat down.

“W-what do you mean?” I asked stammering, my mind already racing to figure a way out of this.

“How did she do driving today?” she asked. Whew! What a relief! That could have been awkward!

“She did great. She really got a handle on it pretty quickly,” I said.

“Yes ... that what she told me!” she said, looking at me. Uh-oh ... what was going on here? I thought to myself.

“Huh?” I asked, trying the play clueless thing. The girls broke out in playful laughter. I looked at the two of them like they had both lost their minds completely.

“Oh, relax stud ... Anne told me about your little ‘driving lesson’ today. So you liked baby sister did you? Kinda hot thinking that you were doing something so naughty isn’t it?” she said with a wide grin.

Even though it seemed like this was a joke, I still wasn’t quite sure what was happening so I opted to not say anything just yet. We finished our dinner and I paid the bill. Then we left the restaurant with me still being very careful about what I said and did. I knew these were dangerous waters and I was not looking to drown in them!

Once we got headed to home, Elizabeth and Anne pressed me on the matter more. “So honey, you never did tell me how you liked fucking Anne. Was she as good as you had hoped?” Elizabeth asked.

I gulped, “What do you mean?” I asked, sweating like a whore in church.

“Oh hon, you aren’t that good at hiding your excitement! I saw how you looked at her the minute she got off the plane! And poor baby had to wait two whole days before you had a chance to sample her! So was it worth the wait?” she asked, grinning wide.

“Well she was good in her own way,” I said diplomatically, “Each of you have your own unique talents and it’s not fair to say one is better than the other, only different!”

“Smart man!” she said giggling. “Well, when we get home I want in on your game. I want to watch you and Anne. I want to see you fuck her,” she said.

“WHAT?” I asked, incredulously.

“That’s right, baby I want to watch you fuck Anne. We have always loved watching each other fuck our boyfriends. It turns us on – both to watch and to know we are being watched. And with her here and you so ... attracted to her, it’s a perfect chance to do it again!” Liz said. I could tell Anne was all for the idea as she was wriggling in her seat in excitement.

“But honey, we can’t – you are sisters for Pete’s sake!” I protested. I was into a lot of kinky things, I admit, but incest wasn’t one of them!

That is when I learned about the history of the Smythe sisters.

“Oh Tom, we aren’t true sisters. It’s kinda hard to describe, actually,” she said.

“Oh?” I asked, curious now about this part of my wife’s past.

“Yeah. You see my parents and Anne’s parents were very good friends and we grew up best friends too. Then, Anne’s parents got into a terrible car accident and were killed. Well, she didn’t have any other relatives she could go live with, and rather than send Anne off to someplace she wasn’t familiar with and make a bad situation worse, my folks took her in and she came to live with us. So you see, even though we consider ourselves sisters and call ourselves that, we technically aren’t true sisters,” Elizabeth explained, “And so your fears of incest are unfounded!”

Well that put a whole new spin on things! Very quickly we found ourselves racing back to the house with dreams of wild sexual escapades running through our minds! I pulled into the driveway and parked the car next to the front door – I could put it in the garage later! I opened the car door for my lovely ladies and we went inside.

All the talk of sex and the discovery that Anne and Elizabeth weren’t actually sisters had gotten my imagination running faster than the car we came home in! We headed straight for the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes along the way. Shoes, shirts, pants, it all came off so that by the time we made it to the bedroom, I was left with nothing but my boxers and the girls were down to bras, panties, stockings, and heels. Anne went to remove her heels and I stopped her, telling her that I wanted her to keep them on – I always like the sluttiness of doing a girl while she still wore her heels!

“Wait here girls, I’ll be right back!” I said and headed for the dining room. I got one of the dining room chairs and began wheeling it back to the bedroom for Elizabeth to sit on while me and Anne played. As I approached the bedroom, I heard the distinct sound of two girls giggling and laughing. This was going to be fun!

I put the chair next to the bed so Liz could have the best view of Anne and I. Luckily for her, our dining room chairs had arms on them so Liz took off her remaining clothes and settled into her chair, throwing her legs over the chair arms in preparation for the show! I went into her nightstand where I knew she kept a couple battery-powered “friends” and picked out her favorite ... a powerful Hitachi Wand! This toy would guarantee that she would be able to join in the fun and the orgasms along with Anne and I. I plugged the cord in and handed her the Wand, then I turned my attention to my own “toy” ... now climbing into bed herself.

There was my playmate, Anne, laying on the bed wearing only her panties, stockings, and heels. Her flame-red hair framed her cute lightly freckled face, her full breasts pointing upwards at me. Those glorious breasts were capped with rosy aureoles and hard stiff little nipples reaching for me as if begging me to suck them. Her legs were spread wide and her skimpy panties held promises of sweet succulent treasures beneath them. Anne smiled wickedly as she held out her hand to me, beckoning me to join her.

“Do you like what you see, Tom?” she said, slowly running her fingertips over her breasts then cupping them like she was handing them to me.

Then with her soft emerald green eyes, long lashes and sleepy lids, she locked her gaze with mine, with her knowing smile. Looking me straight in the eyes, she held out her right hand, curling her index finger in a “come here” fashion. She moved her left hand slowly down over the slight curve of her tummy towards her exposed and shaven slit.

She paused her left hand just above her panties and seductively put her right to her mouth and licked her finger, returning it to explore below her navel. I watched her pull aside her panties and saw first one, then two fingers open and push apart her nether lips and then they disappeared deep into the pussy I had just recently started to know as she opened her long legs wider, giving me a better view of her sexual intimacy.

“Ohhh...” she moaned, “Well, are you going to just stand there with your mouth open or are you going to help a girl out with this?” she said, pointing towards her pussy.

I couldn’t wait any longer and stripped out of my boxers quickly, pushing them down as my hard cock sprang free, throbbing immediately, and took up its customary acute angle, pointing upwards at the ceiling.

“Mmm, nice! I like it!” she said, “Now, bring it here quick! I want that cock in me!”

I climbed into bed and crawled toward the naked Anne. Her slender arms reached out to encircle my shoulders with the familiar grace, and as I drew close, she met me with her warm soft lips rekindling our passion from from earlier that day. She then went wild with her own abandon. I kissed her neck then her shoulder then moved down her chest kissing her first at the notch between her collarbones and working my way down her sternum until I reached those magnificent young breasts.

My hard cock, trapped between us, was arranged so it rested along the slit between her legs. My right hand reached out and gently cupped her firm curve of her wonderfully pert naked breast, catching her nipple and tweaking it gently between thumb and forefinger, a motion I had come to learn already that she liked so much.

Once again her nipples stood tall and proud, each waiting their turn for tender kisses and licks. Her right hand reached down to take a hold of my eager cock, tugging on it and coaxing it closer to where she needed it to be. Her hands reached down to cup the sack of my tightening scrotum, gently massaging my cum-heavy balls then moving back to tug on my shaft again.

“Please Tom ... Please fuck me! I need to feel your cock inside me!” Anne whined, pulling on my cock for emphasis.

Meanwhile in her chair, Liz slid the fingers of her right hand down over her well-trimmed pussy hair and into her slit. Her fingers sank into the wetness with ease and she mewled at the feeling. She couldn’t remember the last time her pussy had been this wet.

When her fingers were covered with juices, she brought her hand to her face and smelled herself, closing her eyes and relishing the thick, musky odor. She wondered if her sister’s pussy smelled like hers and hoped that she had the chance before she left to find out.

Enjoying the smell of her juices, Elizabeth proceeded to slip her wet fingers into her mouth, tasting her own pussy. The taste was something that she always enjoyed privately. She would often silently finger herself while lying in bed at night next to her sleeping husband, and then taste her juices.