Chapter 9

Abel awoke some time around three o’clock in the morning, feeling a thick, wet, warm pussy around his cock that he naturally enjoyed without too many questions asked. Who was about to complain about getting ridden by someone with a luscious cunt, especially when neither a hard prick nor a sloppy snatch had a conscience? He assumed that it was Christina, but he didn’t worry too much about the whole thing. They had agreed in principle to an open marriage, though he expected it to take effect at some point in the future.

“Ahhh ... arghhh!” Abel groaned as he felt the wondrous twat soak him in its slick juices and coat him in such a way as to stimulate him further.

Abel was still only half-awake, mind you, and it was still rather dark, so he didn’t worry about a thing as he relished the sweet sensations of the hips bucking and working with his to take him deeper into that loving slit. It was a very drenched gash, but this hardly bothered him. In fact, it felt heavenly on his dick and he made no pretense otherwise. His eyes still hadn’t adapted to the dark and he heard the sound of a woman’s raspy voice as she creamed herself and came on him, feeling her juices as they slid down their thighs. Abel shuddered and spent himself without any further issues or qualms on his part, falling back to sleep straight away and dreaming some more of lovely ladies at his work and Christina’s.

When Abel arose later, he stumbled into the master bathroom to take a leak and didn’t notice anything amiss. He reached for the faucet to wash his hands, and then he felt someone caress his firm buttocks while soft kisses were planted on his upper back. Assuming that it was Christina, Abel turned around and planted a very wet lip lock on the source, tangling his tongue before he recognized the smell and taste of her lipstick. Shaking a bit, he reached for the light and turned it on, looking into the lovely, captivating eyes of his sister, Eva.

“Eva?” Abel asked with complete shock.

“Yep, bro, it’s me. I guess you can say that my rebellion took longer, but when I heard what you did, I felt a real swift kick in the ass to take my life into my own hands there. I ... I’m done. I’ve had it with this whole business. I believed it, gave so much to it, thought that this was the right way to go, everything ... and then... , my best friend died. For lack of a blood transfusion. Dead. And the only memories that I have of her ... are of how she served the Watchtower Society and the faithful and discreet slave, the Governing Body, the Kingdom Hall, all of it.

“That’s what I have of her. That and the New World Translation of the Bible that she left to me in her will. That’s what I have left of Jennifer Marie Sampson. This, right here. This fucking book!” Eva almost apologized for cussing, but she threw the NWT version of the Bible at the wall, anyway.

“Normally, I wouldn’t approve of projectiles in my bedroom, but it’s not just mine anymore. You’re my fiance’s sister. You’re family now, Eva. Welcome home. You don’t ever have to leave. Ever. Not unless you wish to leave. You’re safe here for as long as you wish to stay. That’s why I encouraged you to do what you clearly wished to do, though you obviously had doubts, to seduce your brother. It’s perfectly natural, honey,” Christina emerged from somewhere in the master bedroom and pulled Eva closer for a hug.

“And Abel’s good with this?” Eva asked aloud.

“Duh, sis! You’re my flesh and blood! You’re family! I can hardly wait to introduce the kids to their auntie, too! You don’t have to explain anything, though I must admit to being stunned that I had sex with you. I never expected that to ever happen to me, not that I’m complaining. For a virgin, you were damn good in bed!” Abel praised Eva, making her aquamarine eyes flash and dance a bit.

“Um ... I’m not quite a virgin ... nor was I last night. I got drunk one time ... and I fucked Jennifer. And she fucked me. We agreed to never speak of it again, of course, but I lost my virginity to a woman. With her fingers and mine, you see. Part of me reasoned for a short time that this was our punishment from Jehovah, but why wouldn’t I have been killed, too? There’s no justice in sparing one girl for lesbian stuff and killing another. For that matter, why would Philippa still be alive, or Mom? Or you! Yeah, that just doesn’t add up! Nothing against you, of course. You know what I mean,” Eva ranted a bit before Abel silenced her with a kiss that she could never forget.

“So ... this is my new home? I could get used to this, as far as I can tell. Where’s my room, though? Where will I stay? Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I just ... I just need to know where I’m staying at night, aside from nights like last night, I guess,” Eva rambled, making Christina giggle a bit.

“Sis ... you’re looking at it. You’re staying right here. Back me up on this. In this room. This is your bedroom, just as it’s ours. This is your bed, too. It might get crowded and you’ll witness things that you can’t unsee, but I didn’t take you as a lover only to discard you, I can promise you that. The last thing that you need right now is to be held at arm’s length. You need a lover? Here I am. Your brother. Your lover,” Abel assured Eva with another kiss.

“You ... you mean it?” Eva shook her head with disbelief.

“Of course, he does. My fiance doesn’t make rash promises. When he swears something, he means it. Absolutely. Just as I do. I’m holding him to it. Now, some might argue that he should have asked me first, but I say ... nope. He acted sincerely, out of love and empathy as well as lust and real desire. Real need from both of you. It’s his body, too. I’m not one to tell a man what he can or can’t do with his own damn body, though now that he’s made a promise, I expect him to keep it. I believe that this was a permanent, lifelong commitment, am I right, dear?” Christina backed Abel up quite happily, much to his relief.

“So ... here? I’m allowed to sleep in the same bed with Abel and you? I haven’t shared a bed with Abel in years, but damned if I don’t want to now! With him ... and you. You’re the best sister-in-law ever! And you haven’t even married him yet! I can’t wait until the wedding! I will do whatever you want me to do to help out, I swear it! You might get tired of me by then, but I’ll help out as much as I can!” Eva hugged Christina again, but the widow planted a very sensual kiss on her as well.

“Chris ... tina?” Abel and Eva both reacted at once.

“You’re bi, I’m bi, and we’re sharing your brother. I just thought that I’d taste your lips, at least once. You have great lipstick, by the way. Very nice cherry gloss to them, too. I almost can’t believe that you were ever a JW, with lipstick and gloss like that! Doesn’t really seem like a religious zealot thing to use. So, that’s progress, I imagine, babe. You don’t mind if I call you that, or perhaps, ‘sis,’ or maybe both?” Christina brazenly hit on Eva, who blushed a little, but nodded, anyway.

“It’s ... cool. I’ve only been intimate with one woman before, of course, as I’ve said, but I’m pretty sure that I’m bi. I’m definitely attracted to both men and women, and if I’m being totally honest here, I’ve always been so hard on my siblings, both of them, because of my strong attraction to both of them. You can say it, Abel. I’ve been a world-class bitch! Smug, self-righteous, sanctimonious, fanatical, etc. Ice fucking queen!