Ray Mills - Sister in the middle

Mona was gripped by a sharp tremor of desire. What Erica proposed sounded absolutely great to her. It was all she could do to overcome the urge to give in. "Put something on, Erica. Please."

Erica turned her face to Mona, smirking flirtatiously. "Oh, I get it," she grinned. "You want to have the fun of taking it off me, right? I mean, we can sit here and have a drink, and then sort of peel each other, right?"

"I don't think you need another drink."

"I'll put an my peignoir, how's that?"

Mona had to go along with her. Any way she could get Erica to cover her nakedness would have to do. She sat in a chair and drank half the martini Erica had poured for her in one gulp, something to steady her nerves.

Erica went to the bedroom and returned moments later wearing a sheer peach-colored peignoir that, if anything, made her even more desirable than she had been when naked. The filmy transparent fabric clung to the curves of her body and concealed the dark circles of her plump nipples just enough to make them more tempting than ever.

But at least she had on some clothing. She sat on the sofa across from Mona, stretching out her long sleek legs.

Mona pitted her teeth briefly. "Erica, Steve called me," she said.

"He called me too," Erica said. "Dig so what?"

"He wants to get back with you. But he said you wouldn't even listen to him!"

"That's right."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't need him and I don't want him. I almost told him that over the phone, only I thought it might hurt his feelings. He's very proud of himself because he has such a big cock, you know. I suppose I shouldn't be telling you that, since you're his sister and all that. But anyway it's true. That's one of the reasons I let his friend fuck me. Just to teach him a lesson. You've got to have more than a big dong to be a good lover. You've got to really care about the other person. I guess that's why I've come to like women so much better than men. They understand, they care. You know that, you must feel the same way."

"No. I don't."

"You like fucking with me, and with Amy. You can't, deny that. I saw the way you were looking at Maria too. You wanted to fuck her. You love it, you don't have to lie to me."

"But I love fucking with… Mel, too," Mona said.

"Oh sure, but it's never as good as…"

"Yes, it is," Mona interrupted. "Look, Erica, didn't you ever stop to think that if you had Steve, you could still have Maria too, or me, once in a while?" The Grand Scheme again. Mona wasn't altogether sure it was true, but she had to keep trying it out anyway, testing it to see if it sounded any better.

"That's sick," Erica giggled.

Mona couldn't help laughing. "Well, the whole thing is sick, I guess."

Erica put her empty martini glass down decisively on the table, "Good," she said. "If it's all sick, then we might as well not worry about it any more. Come into the bedroom with me and let me rape you slow and good."

Mona shook her head and saw Erica frown with puzzlement. But at that moment the doorbell rang.

"Shit!" Erica snapped. "Who the hell is that?"

"I don't know," Mona said. "But you better put something on over that sexy nighty before you answer it."

"Shit on them, I don't care," Erica said. She half-stumbled toward the door. She opened it and saw her husband. "Well I'll be damned, if it isn't my own runaway hubby. Hello, runaway hubby. Did you come back to get the rest of your socks?"

Steve glanced over his wife's shoulder at Mona, who shrugged. "Can I come in?"

Erica stepped aside. "It's part your house too, isn't it?"

Steve came into the living room, looking very uncertain and nervous. Erica followed, half lurching under the influence of too many martinis. But strangely enough, her graceless stumbling only enhanced the amazing beauty of her body beneath the filmy peignoir. Her full tits swayed from side to side, and the gauzy cloth slithered over her high asscheeks and swished around her golden thighs.

"Here," Erica bubbled. "Let me pour you a drink, long lost hubby. Oh silly me, I'm too drunk to do it. Mona, why don't you pour big brother a drink, okay?"

"Okay." Mona poured Steve a martini.

Erica seemed to be the only one who wasn't embarrassed. Instead she was brash, bubbly, drunk enough to think she could say things and get away with them. She flaunted her tantalizing half nakedness at both of them.

"God, Steve," she said. "You're staring at me with rape in your eye. Don't tell me you haven't fucked another woman, hundreds of women, in all this time."

Steve shrugged.

"I think… I'd better go now," Mona said. She put down her empty martini glass and stood up.

"No, don't go," Erica said. "Don't leave big brother and me alone."

Suddenly Erica got up from the sofa and fluttered over to Steve. She kissed him full on the lips, hard and passionately. Steve was very surprised, but he kissed her back warmly. Instinctively his hands rose and clasped her dangling breasts through the filmy peignoir.

Erica broke off the kiss and leaned back out of his reach. "See what he wants to do? Your big brother wants to fuck me. He probably even wants to kill me, rape me to death or something. Wouldn't that make you jealous?" She looked at Mona, her eyes flickering with clever spite.

Mona stared at her, flabbergasted. I've got to get out of here quick, she thought. She's going to say something that'll ruin everything for all of us. Both of them were staring at her now.

"No, I'm going," she said, but at the same time she knew she was aroused and excited, and she didn't want to leave at all. She waited to say and see what happened.

Mona didn't have long to wait. Before she could even turn and walk to the front door, Erica had slumped to her knees on the floor between Steve's legs and was clawing at his belt buckle.

"Mona's been telling me I ought to be more interested in pricks," she muttered half-crazily. "And I was telling her what a big cock you have. That's why I called you big brother, get it? Here, let me take your prick out where she can see it…"

Mona was paralyzed, string, unable to move. She was both appalled and excited by Erica's unpredictable wildness. Steve was obviously stunned too. He grabbed Erica by the shoulders and shook her.

"What the hell are you doing?" he shouted.

Erica smiled kittenishly. Her hands were on his crotch and she squeezed his prick. Steve winced with pleasure in spite of his shock and anger.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she purred. She unzipped his fly, tugged his pants down, and slipped her fingers rapidly under the elastic of his shorts, grasping his bulging cock.

"I… I'm going now," Mona panted desperately. But she was still unable to move, unable to stop looking.

"Oh don't go, don't go," Erica laughed.

Before Steve could prevent it, Erica scooped his long ropey-veined prick out, kissing and licking the thick pulsing tube of flash. It swelled and lengthened in her hands, and began to jump and rise.

Fascinated, Mona stared at his cock from across the room, watching Erica playfully squaw and pump it, then close her sensual mouth over the head of it and give Steve a sharp passionate suck. Again Steve winced, gasping with pleasure.

"Come over here and see it, Mona dear," Erica chattered on, stoking Steve's magnificent erect cock. "You're the one who likes pricks so much, so come here and see this one. It's a beauty, I have to admit that. Yummmmm, yummmmm, it's a beauty." Erica swallowed the flaring purplish head of his rigid cock again, rotating her mouth on it.

Steve had been as shocked as Mona at first. But now he seemed to be willing to let events take their course. Little could happen that was more bizarre than what had already happened. And, while Erica sucked and toyed with his huge stiff cock, he glowered hotly at Mona, challenging her, inviting her, daring her.