My Beautiful Young Sister Wife Read Free Page B

more than five and a half years
ago.
    I was twenty-four now my mother’s first born,
her only son. I had two younger sisters, Emily who had just turned
eighteen and Sarah who was going on six, she was born almost
exactly nine months after the first time I fucked my mother. I
suspected that Emily knew that Sarah was not my father’s child but
she had never said anything.
     
    I started down the hall toward my old room.
My mother came after me and led me past the door to my room, the
door to Sarah’s room, and the door to Emily’s room, all the way
down the hall to her master bedroom which was at the far end of the
hall. She opened the door to her room, stood to one side and
invited me inside. This was a familiar gesture. She had invited me
to come to her bed many times and I had never refused her
invitation.
    The master bedroom had a wall of closets
which separated it from the rest of the house and a vestibule which
had an entrance door with a lock and an inner door which gave
access to a sitting room. The bedroom itself was on the far side of
the sitting room so the bedroom was well isolated from the
remainder of the house. She closed the entry door and locked it.
This was routine when she wanted me to fuck her and it confirmed
what I already knew. She wanted sex and she was going to get
it.
    We went on through the vestibule and she
closed the inner door behind us. As we passed through the sitting
room she said, “We don’t need to change the sheets Danny. I’m sure
you knew that was just an excuse for coming with you so people
wouldn’t be suspicious, but of course they are anyway. I guess I
just needed to kid myself.
    “I’m mainly worried about Emily. She may be
wondering if there is something sexual going on between us. I don’t
want to tempt her to become sexually active by reveling in my
relationship with you, but I really want you tonight.
    “I think she may have already guessed that we
have sex when you come home. I don’t know how much she knows but
she probably has been wondering since we always disappear soon
after you get here and I think she knows you sometimes spend the
night in my room. Of course she may not have guessed but I wouldn’t
be surprised to learn that she has checked to see if you’re in your
room on more than one Sunday morning and you weren’t there.
    “She may even have figured out what we were
up to before you left home. I wasn’t very careful at first―I
suppose I never was very careful, I’m still not very careful. All
the people in the living room out there know I’m in here with you
and it’s taking me a very long time to change the sheets. Half of
them probably know I’m in here soiling the sheets instead of
changing them.” She chuckled as she removed her jeans and top,
revealing her familiar gorgeous body in bra and thong panties.
    I had seen her like this so many times but it
never failed to cause an incredibly intense surge of sexual desire
every time I saw her in her underwear. She stood there in her bra
and thong waiting for me to come to her and take off her underwear.
She never removed her underwear that was part of my responsibility,
part of the ritual. She had known before the first time she let me
fuck her that I was fascinated by her underwear.
    I suddenly realized mom was still talking to
me. “I guess what I’m saying is, I don’t want to rub our sexual
relationship in Emily’s face. I hope she will wait until she finds
the man she wants to marry before she becomes sexually active. I
know that’s probably wishful thinking but I don’t want her to be
aroused by knowing that you’re fucking me.
    “Anyway I can’t wait any longer. I want you
right now even at the risk of arousing half the people in the
living room. When I go back in there some of the people will know
for sure that you just finished fucking me. They’ll see the
satisfied expression on my face that’s unmistakable and they’ll
know.
    “Now I don‘t want to waste any more time.