Mark Carver - An affair with sis

When the timing was perfect, he'd blow Sandy's mind.

On Monday and Tuesday, Al purposely made an excuse not to meet and fuck his sister. Linda was almost frantic, but Al held her off. First, he wanted the tawny blonde so hot and primed that she was ready to come all over herself at the mere touch of her tit. Second, he wanted himself the same way. Ellen's tight cunt and silken ass had taken its toll, along with his married sister and his wife. By Sunday night, Al was played out, largely from fucking Sandy.

If anything, the news about her switch hitting acted as a powerful aphrodisiac. He just couldn't keep his hands off her, spurred on by sheer admiration for her nerve and lust.

On Tuesday night, Al called Linda and arranged to have her pick a wild fight with her husband, Jim, on Wednesday night. That wouldn't be hard, since Linda had a bitchy streak a mile wide. Linda would provoke a fierce argument and storm out of the house in a huff, coming over to Al and Sandy's, where she would spend the night. Linda had actually done that once before, about six months ago. She'd slept in the empty bedroom in Al's house then.

Not this time.

Sandy would be working until midnight.

Since the brunette had cut off her action with Ellen, she'd be coming straight home. There Sandy would find Linda, but not Al, who would be out drinking. If Al figured his lusty wife correctly, once she saw Linda naked, she'd freak. With a little cooperation from his insatiable blonde sister, the women would be at it like starving wolves.

At which point Al would enter the picture.

Al liked the idea, and Linda liked it. Since Al hadn't fucked his sister all week, she was ready to explode. Besides, Linda had been doing a lot of thinking, a lot of fantasizing about Al's sultry brunette wife, and, having a feverish sex-drive combined with a love of games, the more Linda thought about the possibilities, the hotter she got.

Al purposely didn't screw Sandy after Sunday, leaving her primed and eager, too. All three of them were seething with lust by the time Wednesday rolled around.

While Sandy was at work Monday night, Al found the stuff she'd bought in San Francisco. It was hidden in a locked suitcase in the basement. He picked the lock easily with a bobby pin, and curiously examined her new dildo. It was nine inches long, curved shapely upward with a giant knob. The massive length was covered with dozens of different-sized mounds, like rounded spikes. It was battery operated and when Al switched it on curiously, it leaped and quivered in his fingers with alarming eagerness.

There was a tiny red button at the base. Al read the instructions, which had a large warning written in red. Pushing the button while the dildo was inserted in a pussy caused a tiny current of voltage to shoot through the huge cock. This in turn caused a nerve-tingling orgasm, which became hotter and more dangerously intense each second the button was held down.

Jesus, thought Al, fingering the attached harness, if they keep this crap up, pretty soon my cock will be obsolete! After recalling Ellen's screaming and clawing and frantic climaxes, though, he wasn't at all worried.

Sandy had also bought some very sexy underthings acid a new whip. There were cut nylon cords in the suitcase, too. He put the items back, shaking his head in wonder. Who would dream his sultry, hotly curved, long legged brunette wife loved to tease, whip and fuck sexy girls? HOW would Linda take all this? His blonde nympho sister was so horny all the time, she might even learn to love it herself.

Wednesday night came quickly.

At nine o'clock sharp that Wednesday night, Linda picked a fight with her husband Jim. It wasn't hard because she was so intensely hot her nerves were practically screaming. All weekend long she'd looked forward to Al's massive cock and wild action on Monday, only to have him stall her until tonight.

Bewildered, her husband could only stammer and shake his head at her attack. All he'd said was that the spaghetti wasn't cooked enough. In fact, Linda had served it to him nearly raw to start the argument. She stormed into the bedroom, emerged with an overnight case and viciously slammed the front door behind her.

In disgust, Jim decided hot to follow her. If she weren't such a terrific piece of ass, he would have left her by now.

As things turned out in the next few months, Jim would be damn glad he didn't. She would be his ticket to more pussy than he'd ever dreamed of in his wildest fantasies.

At nine-thirty, Linda showed up at Al's house. She was so fiercely primed for action she first tried raping her brother, pushing him down on the sofa and trying to get his thick cock out of his pants.

"Just one quickie, Al, please!" she hissed, eyes blazing. "Christ, I'm so hot I could melt!"

If Al ever had the slightest doubt about Linda being a nympho, it vanished forever. This was the way she'd been when he first took her cherry, her little pussy on fire night and day.

"Save it for Sandy," he told her, gently pushing her away. "I only wish I could be here to watch the opening."

He knew that might cramp Sandy's style, although it sure as hell wouldn't stop Linda. Nothing stopped the tawny, hot-pussied blonde mink when she was in this state.

He coached his sister once more, although it wasn't necessary. If anything, Linda might rape Sandy.

Al left the house at eleven, first calling his wife to make sure she'd come directly home from the hospital. Since he hadn't fucked her for a few nights, she was certain he would be waiting up for her, his huge hard-on oozing jism. All three of them, Al, Sandy and Linda were hotter than smoking pistols, thanks to Al's planning.

He went out to his favorite bar and started drinking, trying to dull the seething suspense in his blood.

By the time Sandy got home at twelve-fifteen, Linda's boiling cunt was like a hair trigger. She hadn't even finger-fucked, figuring if she held out this long another hour or two wouldn't make any difference. It did, thought. The blonde was so feverishly aroused that all she could think of was the brunette going down on her, giving her a hot, frenzied blowjob on the spot.

Linda quickly explained to Sandy that Al had gone out drinking, probably until the bars closed at two, that she'd had a fight with her own husband and was spending the night. Linda could see the wheels clicking in Sandy's mind.

"Men can be such bastards!" Linda sniffed. She wore her terry-cloth robe, naked beneath, her robe purposely parted to display her luscious tits against her deep tan.

"Can we have a long talk, Sandy?" she said innocently. "In bed, in the dark? Like sisters? I have to talk to someone and you're the closest friend I have."

"Well, of course," replied Sandy, trying not to betray her wild eagerness. Her blood pounded in her ears as she quickly stripped while Linda went to the guest bedroom. Slipping on a sheer black negligee and naked beneath, Sandy hurried to the basement and got the sex items she'd bought in the city earlier. It was now twelve-thirty. Al wouldn't be home till after two when the bars closed. Even if he did come home early, she would leave a note on their bed telling him she was sleeping with Linda to console her.

Console her? By the time she finished with the gorgeously curved blonde, Linda might need a straight jacket instead of sympathy.

Sandy put the dildo, the whip and the cords, along with a few knotted silk scarves, in her overnight case. She brought it up to the guest bedroom, putting it down next to the bed without explanation.

The brunette was more madly aroused than she'd ever been in her life, even more so than when a passionate blonde student nurse had sat on her face for that first thrilling, obscene sixty-nine with another girl, years before. There was no doubt in Sandy's mind that Linda would have sex with her. Sandy could always tell when another woman was willing, was open to seduction.