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Island Fever 6: Sanctuary
Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com
M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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Chapter 04: "Brat"
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-*- Thursday, October 6, 2016 -*-
-*- The Island -*-
I kept still in bed here in the early morning hours,
though my eyes were strictly fixated on the adjacent
washroom as Trish brushed her teeth in front of the mirror.
She had no idea that I was awake as well. I admired the
way Trish's ample breasts, covered by a plush white towel,
swayed back and forth as she gave her pearly white teeth a
thorough brushing. The visual was tantalizing; enough to
make my libido soar. After spitting out the toothpaste and
rinsing her mouth, Trish then began to run a brush through
her long-flowing, yet damp and stringy brunette locks. She
had just stepped out of the shower mere moments ago.
After nine days away, I finally made my return to the
island from Pennsylvania (along with Kristanna and Devon,
plus Kaden and Ariel) yesterday afternoon. Devon's mother
was out of the hospital and resting comfortably at home.
She had plenty of eyes watching over her and would no doubt
make a full recovery from the heart attack she suffered.
Our family dinner last night, which was a celebration of
sorts since we were finally home (if you wanted to call the
island that, at least temporarily), lasted four hours, giving
us the opportunity to re-acquaint with everyone. Pamela
looked even more beautiful to me than she did last week, her
pregnancy naturally progressing with time, that radiant glow
more luminant than ever. Amy was so overjoyed that she
actually cried in my arms when she first saw me. Scarlett
and Alison seemed quite chipper and energized as well.
Yet once the dinner party was over, I was informed that
Trish and Lindsay had claimed me for the evening and, after
Jackson and Kaylee were put down, I was promptly whisked off
to this guest suite here on the west side of the mansion.
I shot a subtle glance toward Lindsay, still not wanting
Trish to realize that I was awake. Lindsay was sleeping
peacefully next to me, one arm hanging off the side of the
bed with the sheets bunched up at her middle, barely covering
her otherwise naked body. Her blonde hair was wild and messy,
no doubt from the torrid three-some we shared last evening. I
drifted off to sleep satisfied last night, having just pumped
Lindsay's ass full of semen, as she and Trish cuddled and
kissed like lost-lost lovers beside me in the aftermath.
When I heard a blow dryer sound off, I turned my attention
back toward the washroom. Trish was actually hunched over
now, bending forward and head down, drying the underside of
her hair as it dangled toward the floor. Now, I made my move.
Seconds later, Trish flipped her head back up, perhaps
sensing my presence, and smiled once seeing me in the doorway.
I returned the smile, but stayed silent and simply stood there
and watched Trish until she was finished drying her hair.
When the blow dryer was finally turned off, I planted a
gentle kiss upon Trish's lips. "Did you sleep well?"
"I would say so," Trish responded, running a brush through
her hair once again. "How about you?"
With a sly grin, I glanced back toward Lindsay for a
split-second and answered, "Oh, I slept very well."
Trish chuckled, but held true to the conversation. "Do
you have any jet-lag from your trip? You know, Jeremy, I
was going to let you sleep this morning and skip your
exercises. I know you've had a really long week."
"I want to do the exercises, Trish." Actually, waking up
at 5:00am every morning - or 4:43am like it was now - gave
me the opportunity of some solid, one-on-one time with Trish.
There was rarely ever anyone to interfere with us; just Trish
and me, alone, so early in the morning. The other ladies,
for the most part, did not start waking up until 6:00 or 6:30.
So, in a nutshell, while I did not particularly care for
the exercise routine Trish had me on, I was more than happy
to go through with it just so I could spend some quality time
alone with her. Plus, the exercise _was_ good for me...
"And no, I have no jet-lag. I feel fine."
"I brought your razors and shaving cream, though I would
much prefer it if you didn't shave at all," Trish told me,
eyeing the scruff on my face. "You'd look good with a beard."
I glanced in the mirror and traced a finger along my jaw.
"I always thought so, but you know my dilemma. Seven wives,
soon to be eight. Pamela and Amy insist I stay clean-shaven
at all times. They do not like any facial hair on me." I
smiled at Trish via the mirror. "But, as long as they don't
get on me about it today, I won't shave. Just for you."
Trish batted her eyelashes. "Just for me?"
"Just for you," I reiterated, rustling up her hair.
Trish giggled and swatted my side with the bristly brush.
"I just brushed my hair and now you've messed it all up!"
She rolled her eyes for added effect and sighed theatrically.
I took the brush from Trish and then, from behind, began
raking it through her cinnamon tresses. Trish seemed to melt
immediately, smiling and relaxing in the most wonderful way.
She leaned back against me and let out a little moan.
"What's on the agenda for this morning?" was my gentle
question. "Exercise wise?" The last time I trained with
Trish, early last week, she had me go on two five minute jogs
with a ten minute walk in between. That was actually a lot
more brutal for me than it sounds. I really, truly needed to
get back into better shape. Juggling these eight women and
entering parenthood had taken its toll on me over the prior
three-plus years. But, I was not complaining. Not at all.
"We can do 30 minutes of yoga this morning." Yoga? Trish
wanted me to do yoga? I know it was a horrible misconception
on my part, but the first thought that came to mind when Trish
said _yoga_ was that it was an exercise strictly for women.
Oh, I knew that was wrong. A bad stereotype. But, yoga was
not something that I ever envisioned myself doing.
On the other hand, yoga sounded much more appealing than the
50 jumping jacks and 30 push-ups she had me do one morning...
"Yoga is perfect," I relented.
Trish turned and playfully twirled her head at me. "Oh, I
am so happy that you, Krissy and Devon are finally back with
us, Jeremy." She nibbled at her lip and quietly added, "It's
just not the same without you around."
"Oh?" I grinned. "How so?"
"Pamela was all mopey and depressed with you gone, and even
more when Krissy decided to go to Pennsylvania as well," Trish
informed me. "I could tell that something was wrong with
Lindsay too, without you here, as well as Amy. Amy was moody.
Scarlett was busy watching old videos with you in them the
whole time." Trish trailed her fingers to my upturned palm.
"Yet once you touched down on the island, in the helicopter,
everyone was happy again. And, you know, everyone has been
worried to death about Devon and her... long-time secret."
"We're going to work on that," I promised Trish. "What
happened between Devon and her father, once we get back home
to Norway, Devon is going to seek the professional counseling
and help that she never got when she was younger. But, you
know, Devon is a tough girl. A real tough girl. I do not
think her past affects her as much as it would others."
"Just going home to Pennsylvania and seeing her family for
the first time in over three years triggered all of those bad
memories... the repressed memories," Trish theorized.
"That's what we need her to work on," I said. "Krissy and
I want Devon to embrace her family once again, but not at the
expense of her own well-being and psyche. Not going to prod
or press her, but she did agree to go to counseling. Devon's
mom, her sister, two brothers... they really want her back in
their lives. They are good people, and not responsible for
the horrific things that Devon's father did to her."
"I'd love to meet Devon's family," Trish mused. "They do
sound like good people. Do you know what else I love?"
"What?"
"You."
I grinned, then took a deep breath. "I love you too,
Trish. And trust me when I say this, but I missed you as
well." I took her hand in mine and gave it a squeeze. "I
missed ALL of you... all of the girls, the kids. But, that
trip needed to happen. And, I'm glad it did. A lot of
good is going to ultimately come out of it."
Out of nowhere, I leaned over and kissed Trish because,
quite frankly, there was no way that I could resist.
"What was that for?" Trish inquired, smiling and touching
her lips with a pair of extended fingers.
"You," I simply said. "That's what it was for. Because
you're standing here with me being YOU, looking like YOU.
There is no other reason needed."
Trish pressed her lips to mine and I willingly accepted
her tongue into my mouth. The minty flavor of her mouthwash
flooded my taste buds as she wrapped her arms around my torso
and squeezed appreciatively. I cupped the back of my beloved
wife's neck and pulled her more into me, her gentle whimpers
suppressed as I moaned back into her.
When I brought a hand up and massaged one of her breasts
through the towel she had wrapped around her, Trish broke the
kiss and sighed deeply. "I love it when you touch me, Jeremy.
Oh God, I love it when you kiss me, too."
"Tell me what else you love that I do," I breathed, as she
moved her right hand downward and squeezed my cock through
the boxer shorts I had on. I responded by tugging swiftly at
the towel, letting it fall to the floor, leaving Trish naked
and glorious right in front of me.
Trish's breathing was becoming more rapid as well. "I
love it when I suck your cock and you watch me, with those
dark eyes of yours, when I do. I love it how you can spank
Lindsay and call her a bad girl, make her cry out in both
pain and pleasure - like you did last night - then be all
sweet and tender with me the very next moment. Or her."
"Lindsay thrives on a more physical style of sex," I told
Trish. "You prefer things more loving, much more romantic.
I respect that. I adapt to all of you girls, your likes."
"Lindsay needed that spanking last night," Trish nodded.
"She was telling me all day how much she was looking forward
to you coming home, and how much she wanted you to spank her.
Not hug her or kiss her, or be with her, just... spank her.
She begged the others to let us have you last night."
"That sounds like Lindsay," I shrugged.
"You know what else she said?"
"What?"
Trish grinned. "Lindsay said there are two places in the
whole, wide world where she feels the safest, the most loved,
cared for. Number one, in my arms. And two... over your lap."
That made me chuckle. "Over my lap? Really?" Actually,
that made a lot of sense. Lindsay felt truly safe and loved
for bent over my lap? The other highly submissive wife I
had - Amy - would probably say the same thing. Lindsay's
little sister, Alison, was likely well on her way. Alison
would always jump at the chance to get a spanking from me.
Lindsay felt _safe_ over my lap? I could understand that.
"Lindsay LOVES it when you spank her," Trish confided.
"You have no idea how much it turns her on."
"Oh, I have an idea," I assured her. "Trust me."
"Since we've gone from talking about Devon and shifted more
toward an X-rated discussion, Jeremy, tell me the one thing you
most love about being with me. Sex wise, I mean. Tell me the
one thing you enjoy more than anything when having sex with me."
Hmmmmm, that was a tough one. I took a moment before giving
her a response. "Can I have two things? Pretty please?"
"Okay. Two, but no more."
I brought my hand up to her chin and cupped it, then swiped
my thumb across her lower lip. "I love it when I first enter
you. Just when the head of my cock goes inside you and your
body opens up for me, taking me inside. Your pussy wraps
around my cock and allows me in; it feels absolutely perfect."
Trish moaned at my words and even seemed to squirm about in
place before me. She gave my shaft a hard, generous squeeze
with her right hand and whispered, "What's number two?"
"When you orgasm. The look on your face as your pussy
contracts and pulsates. It's... incredible. Beautiful."
"I thought you were going to say cumming inside of me..."
I laughed. "You only gave me two. That was number three."
Trish seemed a bit surprised. "My pleasure, my orgasm, is
more important than your own?"
"Of course it is." I kissed her on the cheek. "Getting you
off - your orgasm - is far more important to me than my own."
"Why?" she asked, her fingertips now caressing my testicles
through the boxer shorts I still had on.
"My goal is to always have you orgasm before I do. It just
makes my own so much better. That way, I know that you are
taken care of. It's my top priority."
"I'm always taken care of when I'm with you, Jeremy."
All it would require right now would be one more kiss, or
even just one more intimate caress, and Trish and I would
begin the process of making love. We were that close to
ignition. I could, if I wanted, carry Trish off to bed and
awaken Lindsay, and enjoy yet another three-some with them.
Maybe even give Lindsay a morning spanking?
Strange as it may sound, though, it could wait. Although
I was against the idea of doing physical exercise (because,
you know, it involved _effort_ and I was stuck in a bad
routine lately), I really needed to get in better shape. I
wanted to live until I was 100, so I could enjoy life and
everything it had to offer. Leading a more active and
healthy lifestyle would do nothing but help me, right?
Plus, there was the _Kristanna Factor_. Kristanna wanted
me to exercise more than anyone, and would not be all that
pleased if Trish and I skipped the workout this morning in
favor of having sex. Kristanna would most certainly accuse
me of sweet talking Trish, getting her back in bed, instead
of doing what I should be doing, which is getting a good
workout in. I did not feel like waking that sleeping dragon.
The wrath of Kristanna was never a good thing to experience.
"Why don't we get dressed and head off to the fitness
center for some yoga?" I suggested to Trish. "The girls
will all be up eventually. Maybe once our yoga session is
over, you and I can make breakfast for everyone?"
Trish beamed with happiness. "I'd like that."
* * *
I glanced over at the clock and sighed. Trish and I had
been at this yoga thing for nearly 20 minutes now, and while I
admit there were some peaceful and redeeming qualities to it,
my 42-year-old body simply did not bend and contort the way
my wife's did. At one point, I watched Trish as she brought
her toes to the back of her shoulders while balancing on her
stomach. Her stomach! A human pretzel I am not, and as much
as I wanted to show commitment and effort to this yoga regime
Trish had in mind for me, it was just not going to happen.
At least, I attempted the foot-to-shoulder. It was not
pretty, trust me; I ended up on my side, a pain shooting
through my lower back for a split-second, staring up at
Trish's flawless yoga pose. "You doing okay?" she asked in a
calm tone, not wanting to disrupt the serenity of her moment.
I smiled from my position of total failure. "Of course.
Just thought I'd try it a different way is all."
"And what way is that?"
"It's the _lie on your side and admire Trish_ way."
"Hmmmmm," she smirked. "Cute."
Perhaps that would be my driving motivation to continue
to come to yoga and other exercise routines with Trish bright
and early every morning. Not so much my improved health,
but the fact she and I were alone - a rarity of sorts with
the way our family setup was structured - and I was being
treated to an up-close and personal view of Trish in spandex
and workout gear moving in a variety of unique positions.
Really, was there anything for me to complain about?
With each minute that ticked away, though, I was slowly
but surely turning the corner. Yoga was not all that bad.
In fact, I was enjoying it. My body was responding more and
more to the tantalizing visual before me, and I was not going
to fight it. I steadied the ship and allowed myself to enjoy
the slow burn of arousal that was happening deep within me.
Stealing multiple glances, I allowed my eyes to travel the
full length of Trish's rock-hard, yet feminine physique, up
her legs to her absolutely perfect ass, across her chiseled
back to her toned, rippled shoulders.
And when she shifted into the _Up Dog_ position, urging
me to do so at the same time, I stole a glimpse of Trish's
vast, wondrous cleavage, which led me up to her neck, to
gorgeous brown eyes staring right back at me. I was caught!
"Enjoying yourself?" she whispered, amused.
I grinned and shrugged. "Best view I've had in awhile."
There was an energy bouncing between us now. It had sexual
overtones, yes, but it was more playful and fun. We exchanged
flirtatious glances throughout the remainder of the session,
made quiet comments to each other, and had an overall good
time. That was the most important thing of all. When it was
over, I was glad I had agreed to this.
"So what do you think?"
"I'm horrible at yoga just as I knew I would be," was my
honest response for her. "But I had fun with you."
"You were not a model student this morning."
Oh, hello there, I said to myself. Trish stepped right
into my personal space and smiled wickedly at me. "You are
right, sweetheart. I was not the best student this morning."
Was I... _hot for teacher_? "But you certainly _Tree Pose_
with the best of them." I placed a hand on Trish's firm,
flat stomach, and the warmth coming through the thin, stretchy
fabric of her blue workout top was utterly intoxicating.
"You can do it, too. Let me help? Let me teach you."
I laughed at her. "You're going to help me _Tree Pose_?
Is this what is happening?" Trish had been a certified
physical fitness instructor for nearly a decade while living
in Canada before meeting me. She sure sounded like one now.
Trish was taking it upon herself to get me into better shape.
"It is," she nodded, stepping behind me. "I'll spot you,
and by the end of this lesson, you'll be a world class _Tree
Poser_. The other girls will line up and marvel at you."
"Either that, or laugh," I deadpanned. "Let's see you work
this miracle, Trish. Where do I sign up?" It was worth a
shot. I mean, what was the worst that could happen? My back,
which was not in the best of shape to begin with, give out and
I be stuck in bed for a few days, a week? During our vacation?
On second thought...
"You sign up right here," Trish said in my ear, her breath
warm and tickling, sending a shockwave all throughout my body.
All right, to Hell with my back, I told myself. _THAT_ was
the type of motivation I needed...
"Don't worry, Jeremy. I got you." God, that was true in
more ways than one. "It is actually a very basic pose and
perfect for beginners. You can do it."
I shot Trish a glance over my shoulder. "So, what first?"
"First thing I want you to do is shift your weight from
your right foot to your left foot and back again a few times."
I did as I was instructed, repeating the motion several
times in gradual succession. "Is this good?"
"Looks good from back here."
"Don't sexualize me while I'm doing yoga."
Trish giggled. "What? Like you do me?"
"That is so not true," I admonished her, albeit playfully.
"You should not make false accusations like that, Trish. So
very rude of you. You are forgiven, though, because you have
so many other admirable qualities."
"Some of my admirable qualities I'm MUCH better at than
others." At the allusion, a powerful chill blasted throughout
me, and I felt my face redden. "But I'll try to take this
serious, and be professional," Trish amended. "After all,
this is your long-term health we're talking about, Jeremy.
And Krissy wants you more fit and active like you once were."
"I'll take my education very seriously," I grinned. I
heard Trish chuckle behind me. She was close, yes. But God,
I wanted her even closer.
"Okay. Now I want you to find a spot - anything on the
wall - that will serve as your focal point. Whatever you
do, do not take your eyes off of it. Got it?"
I tilted my head. "This wall calendar is more than a year
outdated. Says June 2015 on it. This is October 2016. June
2015 was when we were on the island last..."
"Concentrate, grasshopper!"
"My bad. Concentrating." Did she just call me grasshopper?
"Do you have your focal point yet?"
"I'm going with the horribly outdated calendar."
"Of course you are. Now shift your weight onto your right
foot, and while keeping it firm, lift your left."
I did just that, but after balancing on one foot for a few
seconds I wobbled about, but was steadied just in time by a
pair of hands from behind. With Trish's assistance, I tried
again. Somehow, I knew I would not fail this time.
"Good," Trish said. "Now place the sole of your left foot
up against your inner thigh."
"My inner thigh?" I retorted. "Yoga is full of sex talk.
No wonder you enjoy it so much."
"Stop chiding me," Trish insisted. "Concentrate!"
I fought the smile from within and placed my left foot
against my inner thigh. With Trish's hands still guiding me,
I was home free. Just look at June, I said inwardly. Just
look at June! Eventually, Trish's hands fell away from my
waist and I stared at the calendar with all of my focus.
And you know what? I was doing it! I was _Tree Posing_!
And not falling on my face like an uncoordinated klutz.
Trish's voice floated in from somewhere behind me. "That
is awesome, Jeremy. Keep concentrating. Now with your left
hand, draw your knee back to open up your hips."
That did it. Not only did I break out into a full-on,
uproarious fit of laughter, but I lost my balance in the
process. It took several seconds before I finally recovered.
"Open up my HIPS? Really?" The hysteria was too much.
"That language can't be serious." I could tell in the midst
of my immature laughter that Trish was trying to stay above
the joke, but losing the battle as she was grinning from ear
to ear herself. She grabbed my hands and attempted to gather
my full attention in my moment of lost composure.
"You have to be serious about this."
"YOU have to be serious about this and not say things like
THAT," I countered, pushing back against Trish's hands. Soon,
we entered into a bit of a wrestling contest, which was so
ridiculous, it only added to how funny I found all of this.
"How can you expect me to be serious when you're talking about
hips and inner thighs? I think you did that on purpose."
"I did not!" Trish huffed, earning the upper hand in our fun
grapple. Man, I lived for moments like this. "Honest! I was
actually about to tell you to thrust out your pelvis."
"Oh my gosh..." I collapsed backward in laughter, onto the
padded floor beneath us, and took Trish down with me. I shook
my head vigorously, trying to clear the mental cobwebs. I had
not laughed this much in quite a long time! "My hips and
pelvis don't like to take orders."
"Don't forget your inner thigh," Trish said between giggles,
only adding more humor to the moment.
* * *
Apparently Kristanna, Devon, Kaden, Ariel and yours truly
got back to the island just in time yesterday, because there
was a _tropical depression_ that formed and began rolling
through the area the following afternoon (today). There was
no way that we could have flown in from Lima via a helicopter
in these monsoon-like conditions, let alone arrive in a boat.
Not near as strong as a tropical storm or a hurricane, the
tropical depression nonetheless brought with it wind gusts of
up to 35 miles per hour, heavy thunder and lightning activity,
and a deluge of rain that kept everyone isolated inside for
the majority of the day. Of course, the tropical depression
could very well gain steam and be upgraded to a full-fledged
tropical storm, or potentially a hurricane, but none of the
so-called weather experts on the Internet seemed to believe
that would happen. I had been through a few hurricanes here
in the past and trust me when I say this, they are not fun.
The inclimate weather put a serious damper on everyone's
plans for the day. I was going to have a picnic lunch with
Pamela, Amy, Piper and Dani Grace on the beach, but it had to
be rescheduled for another time. Trish and Alison wanted to
go surfing again. Kristanna and Devon had spoken about scuba
diving off the coast like old times. Everyone was bummed,
but we made the best of it indoors. What else was there for
us to do? I spent the day playing with all of the children.
Life on the island (and I once lived here for 18 years, so
I speak from experience) was not always perfect weather and
sunshine. It usually rained quite a bit here during certain
months every year; tanning opportunities were often spoiled.
Fortunately, it seldom rained for more than two days in a row.
But the storms were often strong and nasty (like this one now).
The tropical depression that besieged us lasted well into
the late evening hours. Its lacerating winds stripped leaves
from the trees; screaming gusts passed over the house and
violently tossed branches against its windows. An angry sky
was upon us; the rain came in a downpour, slicing through the
shroud of brooding, gray mist. Ahhhhh, a harsh reminder that a
vacation to the island did not always call for flip-flops and
suntanning oil. In these parts, Mother Nature had a temper.
Despite the horrors that awaited outside, Kristanna smiled
as she removed a strand of hair from Pamela's forehead, only
to then glance over at me. It was 10:15pm, and the three of
us were stashed away in the master bedroom for the evening here
in the mansion after making sure that the kids were asleep.
Kristanna and Pamela were cuddling on the bed, their
breasts pressed together. Kristanna had one hand tucked
behind Pamela's neck, with the other tenderly caressing her
pregnant belly. She pulled Pamela into her and closed her
eyes dreamily, obviously reveling in the warmth, the pure
love, that radiated so seamlessly between them.
"The storm sounds like it's going to destroy the house,"
Pamela murmured, peering over at the series of dark picture
windows, all splattered with heavy bursts of rain.
"It won't, though," Kristanna assured her.
"What if the wind takes the roof off?"
"The roof is secure." she said, kissing Pamela's cheek.
"You sure?"
Kristanna chuckled. "I'm sure. This storm is nothing
compared to ones I've seen here on the island in the past.
Jeremy will agree with me. You worry too much, Pammy."
Kristanna hugged her a bit tighter, now running a hand up
and down the length of her back, covered by an oversized red
and black checkered flannel shirt. "Why don't you try and
get some sleep?" She again caressed Pamela's baby bump.
"You were on your feet a lot today. You need rest."
Pamela made a face and bit her lip. "These past nine days
were incredibly difficult for me." She frowned, then shifted
her focus toward me as I sat on the very edge of the bed and
massaged her foot and ankle. "I missed you both so much. I
am... I am not used to you two being away for so... so long."
"The trip was for Devvy," Kristanna reminded Pamela.
"Jeremy had to go with her. And when I found out about all
the secrets Devvy confessed to Jeremy, I felt it necessary to
go there myself - with Kaden and Ariel - and lend my support.
Devvy needed me, and so did Jeremy."
Pamela nuzzled Kristanna's neck and frowned yet again.
"But I was already lonely without Jeremy, and then things got
even worse when you left for Pennsylvania as well." Pamela
pushed up on an elbow and met Kristanna's blue eyes. Her
disheveled hair, vulnerable expression and enhanced pregnancy
made Pamela the sexiest woman alive to me right now, bar none.
"I love the other girls and all, don't get me wrong. But you
two... you and Jeremy, you... are my rocks. My foundation."
"I know," Kristanna whispered, stroking Pamela's cheek with
her hand and thumb. "I'm sorry I left too, honey, but I felt
it had to be done. You and Jeremy are first and foremost in
my life as well, but I had to be there for Devvy. I love her
too, just as I love Trish, Lindsay, Amy, Scarlett and Alison.
I would have done the same thing for any of them."
"I love them as well," Pamela assured her. "It's just... it
is not the same without you and Jeremy around. I... I really
wanted to go too, and be there for Devon, and be there with
the two of you... but it would have been a lot of hassle with
me being six months pregnant, and having to bring Piper along,
too." She pouted once more. "I just missed you... a lot."
Kristanna smiled widely. "You're so adorable, Pammy, when
you get all moody and selfish."
"I'm not being selfish!" Pamela was grinning as well, but
it slowly faded from her face. "Just being honest is all."
"That's good," Kristanna chirped. "You're nearly naked,
save for that God-awful flannel shirt you have on, and you're
in my arms in bed right now. You owe me total honesty."
Pamela gasped. "What's wrong with my flannel shirt?"
"Nothing," Kristanna giggled. "Your flannel shirt is
beloved by all. We much prefer it on you instead of off."
Kristanna laughed and inclined her head. "Yeah, we do. We
all prefer a clothed Pammy over an unclothed Pammy, right?"
"Is Devon going to be all right?" Pamela wondered, not
diverting from the much more important topic just yet.
"I think so," Kristanna nodded. "In the long run, yes.
We want to get Devvy some professional help when we return
home to Norway, hopefully get her over the hump of finally
accepting her family back into her life. What her father did
was awful, but he is gone now, and can no longer harm her."
"How could Devon keep those secrets bottled up inside of
her for so long?" Pamela frowned.
"Feelings of shame," I chimed in, and both Kristanna and
Pamela turned toward me in unison. "Guilt. Devon did her
absolute best to bury those feelings, those memories, but
everything came rushing back to her the moment she spoke to
her brother and realized that she had to go back to her old
hometown in Pennsylvania because her mother was sick. Devon
was... not herself, on the airline flight there, and that
entire first day, until she shared her secrets with me that
evening. It hit me... like a freight train."
"How could a parent do such a thing to their..."
"Let's not talk about it," Kristanna interjected, tilting
her head from side to side. "I don't want to get upset. We
just got back from our trip yesterday afternoon. Last night,
Jeremy stayed with Trish and Lindsay. Lindsay was begging to
have him first. I roomed with Devvy. You were with Alison.
Tonight, it's our turn to be together - the three of us. I'm
very, very happy, Pammy, because being with you and Jeremy at
the same time happens to be my favorite thing in the world."
Pamela grinned dreamily. "It's mine, too."
"Give me your hands."
Pamela regarded Kristanna cautiously. "What are you going to
do with them? You're not going to handcuff me again, are you?"
"Only you would say that," Kristanna giggled. "Watch." She
covered Pamela's hands with her own, rubbing them thoroughly,
even breathing warm air into them. "Your hands seemed cold,"
Kristanna added, now kissing them in a truly sweet and touching
gesture. "Is that any better?"
Pamela nodded. "Much better."
Outside, an explosion of lightning slashed throughout the
weeping, thunderous sky and landed nearby, illuminating the
suite for a split-second as if a hydrogen bomb had just gone
off. Pamela gulped her throat and looked at Kristanna, then
me, but found solace and comfort when Kristanna brought her
in close once again for a deep, soothing embrace. Pamela,
who was quite uneasy with the ongoing storm, took a fortified
breath when I settled in behind her upon the bed and wrapped
my arms around her as well. She was sandwiched between her
wife and I. Our only goal was to make her feel at ease, safe.
"I just hope that you two never have to leave me again for
such an extended period of time," Pamela told us. "I mean,
Jeremy, you were gone for nine long days. Piper was... very
upset, without you around. But I also know the way our family
is, and more surprise emergencies are going to happen in the
future. It's life. Sometimes, two or three of us may have to
go away for a couple of days, a week, to tend to family
emergencies. No one should go alone."
"Everyone wanted to be there for Devon," I offered. "But
we had just taken an airline flight from halfway around the
world to get here days earlier. Some of the kids - Jackson,
Kaylee, Dylan - did not enjoy all those airline miles one bit.
We couldn't put them right back on a plane. Not yet."
"And you were a bit whiny and _complainy_ on the flight,
too," Kristanna added. "You're well over six months pregnant,
honey. You needed to stay here and rest, recuperate from the
trip. It's going to be another tough trip home for you."
Pamela turned and focused on me. "We are staying on the
island a bit longer than originally planned, right? Because
you and Devon got diverted to Pennsylvania for nine days?"
"We can stay an extra week or two," I told Pamela, nodding
my head for emphasis. "I have no problem with that. Even go
a bit into November, if everyone agrees on it. This island
has so many good memories for all of us... except Alison.
This is her first-ever trip to the island."
"But Alison will leave here with GREAT memories!" Kristanna
beamed. "She and Lindsay will get married here next weekend."
"My parents and my two sisters, their families, are
traveling to Norway for Christmas and will be staying with
us on the farm until Peyton is born, probably sometime after
the New Year," Pamela said, clutching her baby bump with
both hands. "What do you think the chances are Devon will
allow her own family to come and visit us over Christmas?
God, I would love for Devon to be with her family over the
holidays. Think there is a chance it happens?"
"I don't know," Kristanna frowned. "Jeremy and I have
already talked about that very subject. We don't want to
push Devvy. Christmas is just two-and-a-half months away. I
think a more logical goal is to have Devvy's family in town
for her next birthday, which is at the end of March."
Pamela giggled and nodded her head. "Awesome! Five, six
months from now. I bet Devon will be pregnant by then."
"Oh, she will," Kristanna assured Pamela, though her eyes
were suddenly locked on me. She flashed me a killer smile,
then winked and nodded her head. "I got one for you, Pammy."
Uh oh. Why did I sense Kristanna was about to go totally off
topic here, maybe even off the map, with one of her patented
rants of silliness? Oh, I sensed it coming already...
"What you got?" Pamela asked, dramatically slapping the
mattress in anticipation as the two ladies cuddled together.
"Lindsay asked me a question earlier that no one, believe
it or not, had ever asked me before. So, I answered it."
"Oh?" Pamela retorted. "And what question was that?"
Kristanna chuckled and tilted her head from side to side.
"Is it true that a unicorn can kick a triceratops' ass?"
Pamela raised a suspicious eyebrow at Kristanna. "Huh?
Lindsay asked you this? Somehow, I don't believe you."
"Oh, she did," Kristanna insisted. "Trust me, she did."
"No, she didn't!"
"I thought about it for awhile and came to a definite
conclusion," Kristanna mused, ignoring Pamela's doubt for
now. "The age-old question of a unicorn in mortal combat,
opposite a triceratops. The way I see it, unicorns have the
benefit of wings. In theory, that would make them something
of an equine fighter jet. But to me, unicorn wings are not
large enough relative to the rest of their body. Unicorns
are about the same size of a horse. Have you ever been
stepped on by a horse? I have. It isn't fun. It hurts."
"Are you off your rocker, girl?" Pamela wondered, unable
to hold back a smile.
"Just hear me out," Kristanna pleaded. "Unicorns may be
heavy, but a triceratops outweigh them by a lot. You would
think that this would give the agility advantage to the
unicorn, but studies have shown that triceratops could be
quite agile and quick in prehistoric times when angered."
Pamela stared at Kristanna, obviously on one of her
patented, wild tangents, with wide eyes as she continued,
"Triceratops also have bad eyesight. Unicorns have to be
sharper because they have to be on the lookout for dragons.
I mean, who wants a dragon breathing fire at them?"
"Research throughout ancient history shows that among the
triceratops population, 50 percent of triceratops males die
in fights with fellow triceratops. You know, they had sharp
horns. And they were really pointy! But what this ultimately
tells me is that a triceratops is so deadly that it can kill a
fucking triceratops. But unicorns? The only time a unicorn
dies is when a unicorn poacher takes a jeweled saber and jabs
it through its heart, or something. There's also the dragon
issue. Really, unicorns just spend their time eating ambrosia
with the other unicorns. They are not fighters at all. They
are arm candy. Kind of like you, Pammy."
Pamela stifled a laugh, but then made a face. "Arm candy?"
"In closing, I answered Lindsay's question by telling her
that a unicorn has never fought a triceratops, and never would,
because unicorns are cowards. Which means that no way at all
could a unicorn kick a triceratops' ass. The triceratops
would tear it to shreds, and probably a dragon too."
There was 10 seconds of silence where Pamela, as well as
myself, tried to gather our thoughts. Where in the world had
Kristanna come up with something like that? She was crazy at
times and said the most outlandish things, but it was part of
her charm. It was all for cause and effect. Kristanna
wanted to get a reaction - maybe a laugh - out of us.
"I think you are confusing unicorns for Pegasus," Pamela
offered, shaking her head in wander. "Fossil records from
medieval times show that unicorns had no wings, and
manuscripts from that period described them as ferocious
fighters." One thing all of us knew was to never doubt
Pamela and her knowledge of the most obscure, random topics.
The woman was a walking encyclopedia. If she said something,
chances are it was true and 100 percent factual.
"Well then," Kristanna conceded in a deep, funny tone,
seeming a bit put off. "Disregard everything I said..."
* * *
"Look," Alison urged to Lindsay the following morning,
perhaps around 3:45am, as I again found myself in the voyeur
room after coaxing a cranky Piper - following a series of
nightmares - back to sleep in the adjacent nursery. Lindsay
and Alison, meanwhile, were awake because Kaylee had a crying
fit of her own an hour ago. "I need to know... I mean..."
Alison's cheeks went a crimson red as she looked Lindsay
in the eyes, the two sisters sitting up on the edge of the
bed in the guest suite they were sharing for the evening.
Kristanna and Pamela were asleep in our own bed just 15 feet
away. I was tired and should have been there with them, but
felt like seeing what Lindsay and Alison were up to.
"What?" Lindsay insisted, albeit softly.
Alison fidgeted about for a moment, but gathered her
courage as she touched on an unfortunate situation that had
been brewing in their lives since she committed to our family
earlier in the year. "I need to know if it is okay with you,
Lindsay, that we are going to alienate Mom even more from us
when we get married next weekend. It was one thing for you
to marry Jeremy and six other women the way you did. It's a
totally different animal for Mom that I am part of the
relationship now too, and two of her daughters are actually
going to marry each other. It's a bitter pill for her."
Lindsay reached out with her right hand and, to Alison's
relief, took her left into its grasp. The two sisters had
probably held hands all the time while growing up - at the
playground, in line for church, even watching television -
but never before did it have as much meaning as it did now.
Alison was constantly looking for reassurance on everything.
"I love you, Ali, and I want to marry you," Lindsay said.
"I know Mom does not approve and she has not spoken to either
of us, at all, for the past three months. But I love you,
and you love me. I want you as part of our family. I want
you to be happy, and to take care of you for the rest of your
life. I am sorry Mom cannot see that or understand it."
"I just wish that..."
"I know," Lindsay cut her off. "I know, Ali. But Jeremy
told me something very wise last year, and it rings true.
With our relationship, our marriage, it rubs some people the
wrong way. Jeremy's brother and sister refuse to talk to him
because of our marriage. Mom is mad at both you and me now.
Scarlett's family does not know what to think; they have been
dazed and confused about our marriage for well over a year.
It is obvious that beyond all else, they do not approve. Not
everyone is going to be happy or approve of the things we do,
Ali, the lives we have chosen to lead. But we are happy.
You are happy. I am happy. As Jeremy always says, we are
not hurting anyone with our lifestyle, nor are we trying to
push our ideals onto others. Our life is our own, and others
should mind their own business. But NOTHING is going to stop
me from marrying you next Saturday night." Lindsay paused,
but then smiled and ended, "Do you want to marry me?"
"Oh God, Lindsay," Alison sighed. "Of course I do."
"Then why worry about anything else? Anyone else? Even
Mom?" Lindsay shook her head. "No matter how wrong or vile
Mom thinks what you and have together is, Ali, no one is
judging us, or looking down at us, in this family. Jeremy
wasn't all for the idea at first, but he saw how much you
and I love each other, how much we mean to each other, and
he eventually became full accepting of us. Same for Scarlett.
Pamela too. No one here is repulsed by us. Everyone is
happy. They are accepting... happy of what you and I have."
"This is our family now, Ali. I like to think of it as a
little community. A vast network of love and understanding.
Whatever we do here, within our family, we support each other
100 percent. No one cares that you and I are sisters.
Kristanna's parents, back home in Norway, do not care.
Neither do Amy's parents. Captain Mike and his two wives;
they are sisters too, you know. I think all of them are
extended parts of our family. You're safe here with us, Ali,
and you do not need to feel ashamed of your feelings for me.
Do you have any idea how much all of the other girls are so
looking forward to our wedding next Saturday night?"
"You think Mom will come around one day on this?"
Lindsay nodded. "I think so. It will take time, but yes.
Mom always said she wanted us to be happy, no matter what."
"I cannot wait for the wedding!" Alison, whose hand had
been threaded with Lindsay's, withdrew it and traced a finger
along her exquisite engagement ring, specifically its diamond
and platinum ridges. "I stopped asking myself long ago,
debating, whether or not the way I felt about you was right
or wrong. At least, personally. No matter, I cannot help the
way I feel about you. I have been in love with you, Lindsay,
attracted to you, for as long as I can possibly remember. I
always... looked up to you. You're my big sister."
"I just wish you told me these things earlier in life."
Lindsay sipped her bottled water and smiled sweetly, then
glanced toward the adjacent window. "At least that storm
finally let up. I hope it didn't cause any major damage.
This island - all my memories here - are so precious to me.
It would be a shame if something was horribly damaged."
"You know what I could really go for about right now?"
Alison said, nibbling on a doughnut. "Some _McDonald's_.
Been a really long time since I had a nice, juicy Big Mac."
Lindsay gave a horrified expression. "_McDonald's_? You
mean the fast-food restaurant?" When Alison nodded her head
in response, Lindsay made another face. "Ewwwww. Fast-food
is so bad for you. I much prefer healthier foods."
"I saw a _McDonald's_, actually, when we were in Lima two
weeks ago while going from the airport to the marina," Alison
mused. "Maybe one day, _McDonald's_ will have a drone service
like some businesses do. I'd love a burger and some fries now.
I could order online and the drone would bring it to me."
"Oh, sure. Civilization is only 130 miles away. I'm sure
your burger and fries would still be perfectly fresh by the
time they arrive. No way they'd be stale, right? Or maybe
you'd prefer it _drone its way_ here from the United States?"
Alison shrugged. "The drone could have a heater inside
that could maintain proper food temperatures. Or maybe it
could cook the food when it's say, five minutes out from its
destination. That way... hot and fresh. Geez, Lindsay.
Stay up on the technology, okay? Be a forward thinker."
Lindsay laughed. "Perhaps you should think about inventing
such a drone. You want your fast-food? No need to go and get
it yourself, because now it comes to you! That could be your
company pitch-line. Make all sorts of money. Make Jeremy
look poor compared to you. Make billions."
"I should do it!" Alison grinned enthusiastically. "I
would have my Big Mac and fries here right now. Also, I'd
have that drone swing by a _Dairy Queen_ and bring me
chocolate chip ice cream with sprinkles on top. My favorite."
"I much prefer _krokan_," Lindsay countered, referring to
a Norwegian style of ice cream.
There was a long stretch of silence between them. Alison
finally stood up and moved away, but then looked back at
Lindsay over her shoulder. "I need to show you something.
Promise me that you won't tell Amy."
Lindsay's blue eyes went wide with sudden alarm. "What is
it? I cannot tell Amy? What?"
"I found it the other night when I was going through the
closet in here. It's still in the package, so... you know,
it's never been used and... it's a little different, and
weird. It has a card attached and a note from Amy; I am
fairly certain it is one of our wedding gifts."
"What is it?" Lindsay demanded.
"Do you promise you won't tell her?"
"I promise."
Alison smiled shyly, then reached high up in the closet
and emerged seconds later with a shoebox.
"Shoes?"
Alison giggled. "Oh, Lindsay." Suddenly, both she and I
could clearly tell that the box did not have any shoes in it.
Lindsay took it from Alison's grasp and felt something heavy
shift and slide about within. I heard it clunker around.
"Open it," Alison said. "But remember, you promised."
Lindsay put the box on her lap and took its cover off.
Inside, something very familiar looking - wrapped in clear
packaging - lurked. It was very long, thick and purple.
"18 inches of double dong to enjoy on your wedding night?"
Lindsay laughed, reading the enclosed gift card, pulling the
two-headed and flexible, python-like dildo from the box.
Lindsay laughed even harder. "This is from Amy? FOR US?"
Alison sat down and leaned in, hovering just shy of
Lindsay's mouth before answering the question. "It is.
Read the rest of the card. But first, I want to kiss you."
Alison dipped her head slightly and met Lindsay's lips with
her own, then kissed the girl she had been in love with for
her entire life. And just like that, we had lift off.
Lindsay let out a soft whimper of satisfaction before
tilting her face over Alison's and kissing her back with a
ferocity that clearly had her younger sister reeling. Lindsay
luxuriated in the taste, the softness, the perfection, of
Alison's mouth. She wrapped her hands around Alison's waist,
pulling her closer, their taut, slender curves melding in a
manner that caused my cock to rustle about within my trousers.
As they continued to kiss, Alison's hands were on the move.
She tugged at Lindsay's pink tank-top, which had the phrase
_FLIRT WITH ME_ etched across its front in big, block letters.
A very suitable piece of clothing for Lindsay to wear.
"Do you want my top off?" she asked Alison, breaking the
kiss. "Is this what you want?"
Alison simply nodded in response.
Lindsay stood and took a step back from the bed. As Alison
looked on, Lindsay whisked her tank-top up and over her head,
then stepped out of her frilly, little shorts and kicked them
into oblivion. Alison gasped at the sight of Lindsay in her
white bra and tiny G-string. Lindsay smiled, then moved back
to Alison and gently straddled her hips upon the mattress.
Alison cupped Lindsay's ass and squeezed gently, then trailed
both hands up her sides, past her midriff and over her breasts,
to her neck and finally her face, which she cradled. With the
tender, intimate touches, Alison was already undulating her
hips, slowly but surely, underneath the weight of her sister.
"God, you are so beautiful, Lindsay. You are so perfect."
She then captured Lindsay's mouth with her own and delighted
with a sizzling, hot kiss. Alison continued to push against
Lindsay, displaying the need that was ready to overtake her.
As they made out, Lindsay slipped a hand between Alison's
thighs and caressed her through her pajama bottoms.
"You're so wet," she whispered at Alison. "I have barely
touched you yet."
"This is what you do to me," Alison managed to say. "I'm
crazy about you, Lindsay. Just like Trish is..."
Without taking her eyes off of Alison, Lindsay reached
behind her own body and unclasped her white bra, revealing
her pert, juicy breasts. Alison's hands were groping them
in less than an instant, and now it was Lindsay's turn to
pant and moan as ripples of desire shot all throughout her.
Alison squeezed each breast softly, her thumbs encircling the
lush nipples, caressing them, worshiping them.
Lindsay slipped a hand beneath the waistband of Alison's
pajama shorts, under her panties, and began stroking. Alison's
hips bucked at the forbidden touch and she bit her lip in an
attempt not to cry out. But what was the point of hiding it?
The back-and-forth motion of Lindsay's hand between her legs
had Alison climbing to new heights, and quickly.
Alison rocked her hips with wild abandon now, pushing
against Lindsay, desperate for a release. "I cannot hold
out much longer! Oh God, Lindsay!"
However, Lindsay had a slightly different idea on what way
to best deliver total satisfaction to her sister.
"Hold up a second, Ali," she told her, temporarily halting
their lustful actions. "Ali, stop." The two ladies glanced
at one another for a long moment, the desire in Alison's eyes
purely evident, and then Lindsay removed her own G-string in
one quick, easy motion. "Take off your pajama shorts and
panties," she then instructed Alison. "Yeah, that's it."
Lindsay smiled wickedly as Alison did as she was instructed;
her little, shaved pussy, with its pink nub, was spread open
and moist, ready for whatever her sister had in mind.
Lindsay took the initiative, of course, unfolding her own
knees and stretching her legs out wide, then scooting closer
to Alison. "You do the same," she said, motioning, short of
breath. "We can scissor each other... it will really get us
both off. Open your legs and move closer to me."
Alison glanced downward and licked her lips at the mere
sight of Lindsay's pussy, ripe and naughty, and oh so pretty.
She hesitated, but yelped when Lindsay latched onto her hands
and pulled on them. With their pussies now an inch or so
apart, they made eye contact and nodded in unison, and then
Alison was the one to pull back this time. Lindsay and Alison
cried out simultaneously in the scissoring of their firm,
naked thighs, their pussies scrunched and mashed together in
such lewdness that Alison instantly had to pump and gyrate,
begging with the motion of her hips that Lindsay do the same.
My, oh my; two young, adorable sisters scissoring each other!
It seemed like Alison's whole existence was now centered
somehow onto her pussy as she rocked chaoticly against Lindsay.
It was quite the decadent exercise, both ladies grunting, as
they rubbed and smeared their pussies together as one.
In the voyeur room, my own breathing was ragged and I had
my cock out, busily stroking it in the open air as the two
sisters did their thing. There was no way I could sit idly
by and watch what was happening without any sort of reaction.
My heart was beating so incredibly hard within my chest!
Lindsay and Alison did not open the package with the
double-headed dildo. They left the obscene purple thing
lying beside them on the bed, their legs crossed, rocking
together on the very brink of carnal madness.
Needless to say, I felt they should have put the dildo to
use. They could have stuffed it in each other before starting
to scissor (which would have been quite the spectacle to
watch), or perhaps been a bit bolder and tried some ass-to-ass
penetration with it. Still, perhaps it was best that Lindsay
and Alison saved the massive dong for their wedding night.
After all, it was supposed to be a gift from Amy. Right?
"Oh, Lindsay!" Alison cried out. "OH, BABY!" She bucked
her hips again and again, her eyes fixated on her fiancee's.
"Oh Lindsay, I'm gonna cum! LINDSAY! OHHHHH!"
Breathing so hard that I feared she may faint, their
incestuous scissoring caused Alison to scream out as her
body erupted in an orgasmic haze. She moaned through the
whole ordeal, pushing hard against Lindsay, wanting more,
needing more. Lindsay, in turn, rode that pussy as best she
could, humping it like she was an excited, little puppy.
Alison released her sister and fell back onto the bed in a
satisfied, naughty heap, her face red and tear-stained, but a
lewd smile upon her lips. Lindsay let go as well, but made
sure the pussy-to-pussy contact was maintained, and breathed
hard in the aftermath to catch her wind. In the voyeur room,
I had to wipe my brow with a forearm. What a show that was!
"Oh God, Lindsay," Alison sighed. "That was incredible!"
"I wish Jeremy was here with us now!" Lindsay blurted out,
her tone a bit whiny and incessant. I gripped my own throat
and swallowed hard at the mere mention of my name. "I need a
cock SO BAD right now. I would make Jeremy my love slave,
too, right here on the spot! Does that make me shallow?"
"No, it makes you Lindsay," Alison responded, before
vigorously shaking her head. "Wait." She shot Lindsay a
tempered glare. "Jeremy, your love slave?"
"You know it!" Lindsay giggled, full of confidence, and a
certain playful swagger. "If Jeremy were here now, I would
tie him down to the bed and make him my BITCH!"
Whoa.
That was different. And very unlike Lindsay.
My eyes wide in response to those words, Alison brought a
hand to her mouth and stifled a laugh. "Your bitch? JEREMY?
Isn't it the other way around? You're Jeremy's bitch!"
Alison could not contain her laughter any longer. Nor could
she believe her ears. "Lindsay, what if Jeremy is watching
us right now in the voyeur room? What if he hears you? He
would probably come here right now and spank you silly!"
Lindsay scoffed at the idea and flicked her wrist. "Ali,
it's four o'clock in the morning. Jeremy is passed out in
bed after what Krissy and Pamela did to him last night.
There is no possible way Jeremy is watching us right now."
I chuckled out loud, my eyes fixated on the big monitor
here in the voyeur room, as Alison shook her head. Oh,
Lindsay was so wrong. Wasn't she? Horribly mistaken.
"He could go and watch the video footage of us together
right now tomorrow, or the next day, or sometime soon."
Alison was trying to talk some sense into Lindsay. "What if
he hears that you're gonna make him your bitch?"
"He won't. I can delete it before he has the chance."
Alison grinned fiendishly. "What if I tell him?"
"You better not!" Lindsay giggled in response. "Still,
Jeremy likes to spank me, punish me, call me a bad girl.
That is fine and all, and I enjoy it, but when was the last
time someone actually gave Jeremy a spanking?"
"Oh my..." I laughed, amazed that Lindsay was saying these
things about me. She was just asking for trouble...
"Uhhhhh, never?" Alison responded. "I cannot imagine any
of us ever doing that to Jeremy. Nor do I really want to, to
tell you the truth. It would ruin my dominant image of him.
I like that he has that... power... over me. Over us."
Lindsay sat up in bed, a gleam in her eyes. "If Jeremy
were here right now, I'd spank him!" The 21-year-old smacked
both hands together rather harshly and added, "He deserves it!
I'd put him right over my knee and teach him a lesson!"
"Oh God, Lindsay!" Alison chuckled. "Don't say that too
loud! What if Devon or Amy hear you? They're right in the
next guest suite over. They may tell Jeremy you said that!"
"I don't care," Lindsay grinned, acting all tough and
defiant. And it was a total lie. "I'd do it."
"Let's... see about that," I said to the monitor, standing
up in the voyeur room and stretching my back. Lindsay was
incredibly submissive, always eager to listen and please, so
her current bold streak was quite surprising, and amusing.
She was sounding brash and disobedient now, perhaps wanting
to put on a show of sorts for her younger sister. That had
to be it. Get a laugh or two. That was fine, but I was not
going to let it come at my expense. Not this way.
"Looks like you need a reminder of who runs the show
around here," I again spoke to the monitor, though my eyes
were fixated on the image of Lindsay. She was now rubbing
her own pussy with a pair of fingers as Alison caressed her
thigh. I stared at the tantalizing visual for a few more
seconds, then turned and briskly exited the voyeur room. It
was time to teach my wayward, little wife a proper lesson.
Kristanna and Pamela were out like a light, nuzzled up
together in bed, so I treaded lightly as I made my way out
of the master bedroom. Once out in the hallway, though, I
moved fast, making my way across the mansion in record time
to the other side, where the guest bedrooms were located.
"I told you Jeremy might have been watching us!" Alison
exclaimed, full of shock, as I entered the room. She sat up
and literally bounced about upon the bed, a hand covering her
mouth, and glanced over at her sister. Lindsay's eyes, of
course, were as wide as saucers. She did not expect this!
"You got a mouth on you tonight, sweetheart," I told her
with a teasing, yet ominous grin. "Going to make me your
love slave? Your bitch? Even going to spank me?" I
chuckled; Lindsay looked petrified. "Maybe I should take my
sock off and jam it in your mouth, keep you quiet for once.
Or would you prefer Alison's panties in your mouth instead?"
"That's not fair!" Lindsay exclaimed, but she already knew
her fate. "It's not fair you watch us, Jeremy, like that! I
was... I was only joking! I wasn't serious... what I said..."
"You watch me in the voyeur room all the time," Alison
said to Lindsay. "Why isn't it fair Jeremy does it too?"
Alison giggled and added, "And you WERE being serious..."
"Jeremy, you know I was only kidding..."
"I think you know what is going to happen to you, Lindsay,"
I told her, my tone dark. I was not upset. In fact, all of
this was quite humorous to me. Lindsay was going to tie me
down and make me do her bidding, huh? Still, this was a fun
game to play. I could act harsh and intimidating, and Lindsay
could deny and fight it all she wanted. But at the end of the
day, this was going to quite a memorable little experience for
us. All three of us. There was no doubt about that in my mind.
"Go stand with your nose in the corner," were my instructions
for Lindsay. "You'll be over my knee in a few minutes."
"That's not fair!"
I said nothing; I simply arched an eyebrow and fixated my
most piercing gaze upon Lindsay. With an agonizing pout, she
bit her lip and promptly sulked off to the corner. There was
no point in rebelling. Her fate was sealed. She glanced back
at Alison, who seemed utterly amused with what was about to
transpire herself, but re-focused her attention upon the wall
when I pointed a stern finger at it.
There was a moment of eerie silence within the bedroom. I
glanced over at Alison, the tender, wholesome-looking blonde.
There was something about having her bratty sister in the
corner, totally nude with her ass jutting outward, that made
this particular moment seem even more special.
Alison and I were only three feet apart, looking at each
other, whereas Lindsay occupied the corner, 15 feet away. I
made no move to approach Lindsay yet, despite the fact that
she let out a muffled whine and bit her lip. She could not
wait for me to punish her, yet dreaded the discomfort at the
same time. Oh, what a perfect combination.
"Did you enjoy scissoring your sister, Alison?" I asked in
a calm tone. "Fucking her that way? Her fucking you?"
Alison nodded, the pink in her cheeks spreading and turning
a bright red. "Yes, I did. How much... did you exactly see?"
"Enough." I glanced over at Lindsay. "I heard everything."
"I'm sorry," Lindsay whispered, her blue eyes brimming with
tears as she glanced my way. "I really am. Please don't be
angry with me. I... I won't say anything like that again."
I shook my head and sighed at Lindsay. She was not taking
direction very well at all right now. Sensing my utter
dissatisfaction, Lindsay put her nose back into the corner.
"Come here and kiss me," I said, taking Alison into my arms
and embracing her. She was so young and sweet, only 20, and I
could not help myself as I now held her face in my hands and
explored the tasty recesses of her mouth with my tongue. At
the same time, Lindsay's back was to us, her nose in the
corner. Defiant, little brats belonged in the corner, right?
To my surprise, I caught Lindsay as she again turned her
face very quickly over her left shoulder, stealing a glance of
Alison and I sharing our kiss. She seemed a bit agitated,
not being invited into the fray just yet, as my left hand
went down to fondle Alison's breasts through her pajama top.
Oh, those breasts were so ripe, and taut.
"Would you like to watch me spank Lindsay, sweetheart?" I
asked, giving Alison's ass a little swat itself.
"Oh!" she returned in a startled, little voice. "Yes,
Jeremy. Please spank her. She deserves one really bad."
Lindsay clearly heard those words, as she turned and glared
at her sister with evil intentions. But all in good fun.
"Nose in the corner, Lindsay!" I reiterated, my voice firm
and authoritative. But she had disobeyed me one too many
times now, and I needed to take the next step.
Alison watched with bulging eyes as I reached into my
pocket and took out a silver collar and light coiled leather
leash and proceeded to slip them around Lindsay's neck. I
had brought them with me just in case. I doubled the leash
around on itself and made sure it was firmly in place, yet of
no danger to Lindsay.
"She has always responded well to wearing a collar," I said
to Alison, giving the leash a little tug. Lindsay openly mewed
and winced as she felt my power and control over her heighten
ten-fold. "See this collar, Alison? It even has my details on
it so if Lindsay were to ever get lost, anyone who finds her
would know who to call."
"She's your pet," Alison theorized, and I nodded. "Like a
bitch in heat, all chained up!" she added, giggling. Oh,
Alison seemed to having too much fun at her sister's expense.
Perhaps she needed to be taught a lesson as well?
Lindsay dared not move her blushing face from the corner
now as I allowed Alison to remove herself from my embrace.
"Alison, sweetheart, why don't you go over and give your
sister a kiss on the cheek, tell her you love her?" I motioned
for her to go to the corner where Lindsay stood, with a little
pat on the bottom for good measure, and to get her moving.
"After you do that, you'll strip totally naked for me,
Alison. You will watch Lindsay's spanking that way, and
then you will go over my knee yourself."
Alison hitched in a breath full of unyielding arousal and
trepidation. "Me? Over your knee? What did I do wrong?"
Nonetheless, she kissed Lindsay's cheek and said, "I love you."
Instead of answering her, I simply brought one of the
wooden chairs from the computer desk over to Lindsay and put
it down next to her. I sat in the chair and grabbed her by
the wrist, and she promptly leaned over across my lap without
any hesitation or struggle whatsoever. I motioned for Alison
to come over and watch.
"Take your top off, Alison. I want you nude."
She nodded, and removed the pajama top, as well as the
bra underneath. Alison's breasts were very small and taut,
just like the rest of her body. Just perfect for her frame.
"Lindsay has a sweet, little ass, doesn't she?" I asked
before the spanking commenced. "I've always thought so."
I stroked the upturned cheeks that I would soon punish for
those flippant comments from earlier. Lindsay was already
squirming about upon my lap, eager for what awaited.
"Kneel down and give your sister's ass a kiss, Alison," I
instructed her. "I want you to show me how much you love
her. Yeah, that's it. Kiss it better, Alison. Deeper."
Lindsay moaned as Alison obeyed, splaying little kisses
all across that firm, drum-tight ass.
"Do you smell Lindsay's pussy, Alison?" I teased her. "I
bet that makes you hungry, doesn't it? That little pussy you
have spent your whole life fantasizing over? Lindsay, spread
your legs further apart, so we can see your pussy better."
Lindsay whimpered, but spread her knees apart.
"Yeah, that's a good girl," I grinned.
"She's really wet our scissoring earlier!"
"Do you smell her pussy, Alison? Get your face nice and
close. Don't be ashamed because she is your sister; I know
how much it turns you on. You'll be licking her there soon."
"Yes, Jeremy," Alison said, bending down, biting her lips.
"Take a nice, deep breath. Do you smell how much she needs
my cock inside of her? How much she needs to be punished?"
"Oh, God." Now it was Lindsay's turn to groan out and
vocally respond with helpless submissive arousal. I only
added to it by again tugging on her leash.
"Yes, Jeremy," Alison quaked.
"Do you smell how much Lindsay needs your tongue and your
naughty, little fingers inside of her?"
Alison was getting turned on. Deeply. "Yes, Jeremy."
"Look at that pussy, Alison. Isn't it pretty? I'm going
to spank Lindsay, and then you are going to eat pussy before
I spank you, too. And if you are a good girl, I may even
fuck you." Lindsay was silent, but writhing now over my lap
in pure anticipation. I steadied her with my left arm.
"Yes, sir." Sir? Alison had really fallen deep into the
submissive abyss now. She could join her sister there...
"We're going to concentrate on Lindsay's ass for the time
being, sweetheart. Go ahead and kiss your sister there now.
Right on her anus." Alison looked up at me with wide eyes.
"Your tongue, your lips - on her anus. I know you've done
this a few times before. Don't act surprised, or modest.
Now be a good girl, and do what I tell you to do."
I placed my hand on the back of Alison's head and slowly
guided her face toward its destination. Alison trembled, but
showed no resistance as I helped her obey me, bending her
head at the last moment, getting it into perfect position.
"Get your face nice and deep into that ass, honey," I
said. "Show your sister exactly how much you love her.
Extend your tongue, and swipe that anus. Good girl!"
Lindsay cried out as I held Alison's face down, inside
the parted cheeks of her backside.
"Is she kissing, Lindsay? Alison, sweetheart, I need to
hear kissing. Right on her anus. Lots of kissing."
"Yes, she is!" Lindsay cried out in response.
"That's enough," I announced a few seconds later, and
Alison's face was instantly gone. Her face was hot; humid
with desire. Lindsay's entire body was churning about beneath
me, across my lap, her pussy wet and clenching uncontrollably.
Alison licked her lips at the unique aftertaste.
"Watch me spank your sister now, Alison," I told her, and
I started to do just that.
I chose not to spank Lindsay even remotely hard at first.
I gave her some little love taps, simply because I wanted to
prolong this and spank her for a very long time. There was
silence, except for Lindsay's whiny whimpers and deep, ragged
breathing from Alison, as the discipline slowly ramped up and
progressed as I covered those sweet cheeks and upper thighs
with swats at a steady, unhurried pace. Eventually, I was
using some force, and Lindsay began squirming on my lap.
"Hold still, sweetheart," I demanded, wrapping an arm
firmly under her waist. "You know I don't like it when you
squirm and move about during a spanking. It's not allowed.
You need to learn your lesson that I am the one in charge.
You are to NEVER AGAIN speak that way about me. Understand?"
I delivered two very harsh swats - not enough to harm her
or cause excess physical pain, of course - yet Lindsay cried
out anyway, vainly throwing her right hand back toward her
ass to shield it. I caught her wrist, and held on tight.
"HOLD. STILL. Take your punishment like a good girl,
for a change!" I gave Lindsay two more thunderous blows.
She kicked her legs about wildly, unable to control herself,
as Alison now looked on with wide-eyed wonder.
I shifted my right leg so it was across Lindsay's knees,
then offered her five lesser, yet firm swats across the very
center of her ass. Oh, she had responded so well to me. She
may complain and protest, but Lindsay _loved_ being spanked.
And now, it was time to hit the home stretch.
No longer restricting myself to a pattern, I settled into a
brisk rhythm of swats, some softer, some harder, some so brisk
that they made Lindsay buck and shout. No area of her ass was
spared; I smacked one side and then the other, lower, then much
higher, then so low that my fingertips were catching the moist,
swollen lips of her pussy. Lindsay clung to my leg, squirming
helplessly, the fire raging gloriously in the flesh of her ass.
She stiffened and gasped loudly, throwing her head and hair
back in pure desperation. I held her firmly in place, caught,
collared and punished, as I then slowed down quite immensely.
"See how red I've made her ass, honey?" I said to Alison.
"That is what she gets for acting so flippant and bratty,
saying those things about me. But don't you worry! Your
ass will be just as red in a little while."
Alison blushed yet again as I now rested my hand upon
Lindsay's thoroughly spanked bottom, her round of discipline
over for the time being.
"Now," I said to Alison, pushing Lindsay's thighs further
apart and moving her forward just a tad, "you're going to eat
pussy, sweetheart. Make your naughty sister orgasm with that
innocent, little mouth of yours." I glanced down at Lindsay
and added, "Right over my lap, yes. I hear that you feel the
safest and most secure while over my lap, hmmmmm?"
An agitated moan escaped from Lindsay as Alison darted her
head forward and offered the spot on Lindsay's ass a long,
sweeping lick where the heat of the spanking seemed most
intense. She kissed the spot, wanting to soothe Lindsay's
discomfort, her pain, her shameful embarrassment.
"Eat that pussy," I reiterated, now holding the writhing
Lindsay as tightly around the waist as when I spanked her.
"This won't take very long, Alison. She is right at the edge
as it is. Being spanked turns her on like you wouldn't
believe. Put your tongue in that pussy, and finish her off.
Kiss her clit and show her what a loving sister you are."
Lindsay came within 15 seconds.
A moment later, it was little sister's turn to be over my
lap. Lindsay knelt in the same spot Alison did earlier to
watch and observe the punishment. Now it was Lindsay who had
my hand on the back of her head, whose nose and mouth had to
nestle between those upturned little cheeks as Alison cried
out in total shame and arousal. It was Lindsay who had to
kiss the anus and smell the pussy.
Alison did not kick or writhe about all that much. She
took her spanking like a good girl should (quite the opposite
of Lindsay), keeping her mouth shut and accepting the
consequences. I spread her knees far apart and there was her
little, pink pussy, ready as I pressed Lindsay's face into
it, and she licked and licked not only because she loved her
sister and wanted to please her, but she also had to obey me.
Lindsay was always very good, and very quick, to obey me.
"Hold hands, girls. Sisters with the type of relationship
you two have should always be holding hands." Oh, I was
laying it on thick with my words this morning! Best of all,
everything we were doing was 100 percent consensual. We were
three individuals, all in love together. What did it matter
that two of the three just so happened to be sisters?
Alison screeched out at the top of her lungs and came,
but I made Lindsay keep going, tasting the juices, her face
splattered with Alison's release, until she came yet again.
I allowed Alison to literally fall from my lap to the floor
and pulled the front of my trousers down, then reeled Lindsay's
head in and promptly plugged her mouth.
I disregarded the fact that Lindsay seemed short of breath,
simply taking what I wanted with my hard, thrusting cock. She
always seemed to enjoy it when I cupped the back of her head
and powerfully thumped her mouth as if it were her pussy, or
even her ass. My hips pumped furiously, Lindsay's blue eyes
wide as glared up at me from her knees, and soon I settled in
the far reaches of her throat and sought my release.
With a wild, animalistic growl, I shot a thick stream of
semen directly down Lindsay's throat, and into her stomach.
She refluxed momentarily, but adjusted as I pulled back
slightly, the tip of my cock now squished up against the
inside hollow of her cheek. Another blast ensued, and I felt
my sperm pooling within Lindsay's mouth.
I pulled back yet again, not wanting to drown the girl,
aiming the next shot up the side of her nose. It kicked up
and caught her forehead and matted down part of her pretty
blonde bangs, but she kept her mouth open as it soon rolled
down and into its rightful place.
I squeezed the final, few drops out and wiped the head of
my cock across Lindsay's quivering lips. Looking down, I saw
quite the puddle of creamy semen resting in the back of her
mouth. Lindsay proceeded to close her lips and tilt her head
back, swallowing her morning protein shake like a good girl.
Oh, if every morning could only be this good...
"How does it taste?" Alison asked, glancing up at us from
the disheveled heap she found herself in, lying upon the floor.
"Good," Lindsay answered. "Really thick and gooey. And I
can taste Pamela's pussy all over his cock." Lindsay giggled
up at me. "You must have fucked Pamela really good last night,
Jeremy." And Kristanna too, I said inwardly.
"Can I have your cock, too?" Alison was suddenly pleading
with me. She was begging me to give her my cock. Anywhere,
obviously. How could I deny such a request? Yet, how could I
fulfill it at the current moment? I needed time to recuperate.
Time.
Damnit!
I glanced at my wristwatch. It was 4:24am. In 36 minutes,
Trish would start searching the mansion until she found me.
Today, Trish had informed me, we were going to work on my
cardiovascular conditioning during our morning exercise
session. Ugh. The treadmill. I much rather stay here with
Lindsay and Alison until everyone else was awake. I could
exercise my back while taking turns thrusting into them.
"Of course you can have my cock, honey," I informed Alison.
Trish would be along shortly, but there was plenty of time for
what I had in mind. "Take your sister in hand, sweetheart,
and go off to the shower. You two can help me wash up for
the day, and then I will fuck you against the wall in the
shower - just the way you always seem to enjoy it."
Alison's face was beet-red now. "Yes, Jeremy."
When Alison slowly and gingerly led Lindsay toward the
adjacent washroom no more than a minute later, I stepped out
of my trousers and, now completely nude, shook my head. Wow, I
thought to myself. What an awesome morning thus far. The
role play we shared during that BDSM session was off the
charts amazing, and fun. I really focused on the fact that
they were sisters, huh? Where was Amy? She would fit in
perfectly with everything we had done this morning. Amy was
more submissive than both Lindsay and Alison combined.
But I was reminded of the task at hand when I heard the
shower water turn on in the adjacent washroom. I needed a
shower, and Alison needed my cock. Was there a better way
to start the day? Oh yes, there was. There always was.
* * *
I stood in the shower moments later, hands pressed flat to
the wall, while the hot spray ran over me. It soaked my face,
my hair, and then I bowed my head and let it flow like a river
down my spine. A low, rhythmic throbbing had developed within
my body as Lindsay was sitting on her knees beside me in the
spacious shower stall, using a soapy sponge to give my thighs
and calves a thorough scrub-down. Meanwhile, Alison was
standing in front of me, dabbing at my chest with a washcloth.
"Come down here, Ali," Lindsay encouraged, motioning toward
my new-found erection with her eyes. Alison promptly knelt and
kissed the very tip of my cock, then wrapped it in the washcloth
and began a gentle stroking. "Yeah, clean him," Lindsay added.
Lindsay stood and began soaping my back with the sponge. Her
lips were soon at my shoulder, kissing and nibbling. And then,
with no pretense at all, taking the lather in her hands and
running it over my chest in long, sensuous strokes as I gasped
and pressed myself back against her. With a trio of extended
fingers, Lindsay reached down and slipped them beneath Alison's
washcloth and briskly stroked the hard, aching rim of my cock.
Ripples of pleasure just shot all throughout me.
A six-foot-long mirror was spread out on the far wall and
offered me an alternative view of the two gorgeous ladies
reflected there. I indulged myself on the mere sight of them
in the mirror, as well as the man who was squished between them.
Alison rose to her feet and slicked shampoo throughout
Lindsay's long-flowing, sumptuous blonde hair behind me, and
was rewarded with a kiss on the lips for doing so. The two
sisters undulated together momentarily, physically and in their
reflection. Rising steam from the shower gave the mirror image
of them together a truly dreamlike quality, and it was the most
erotic scene I had ever witnessed.
Feeling one last burst of energy within me, I turned and
slid my right hand up the back of Lindsay's neck and drew
her into a passionate kiss that demanded more than just her
mouth. No words were said between us as I hoisted her up,
my large palms engulfing her well-spanked ass, and I pressed
her back against the shower wall itself. I kissed Lindsay
madly, passionately, as I positioned myself to enter her.
Lindsay was ready; when I slid into her, my cock was met
with hot, wet walls parting willingly for me. For lack of a
better term, I fucked Lindsay against the shower wall with
all I had, her legs wrapped around my waist as I held and
thrust inside her. Lindsay was a mess yet again, her hair
sticky with shampoo, her face flushed a hot pink color.
"Oh, Jeremy!" she cried out.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," I told her in all honesty.
"I could spend all day playing with that hot, little pussy."
But there was someone else here who needed attention, too.
In fact, she had begged for my cock just moments ago. And I
knew Lindsay would have no objections if I tended to her now.
"On your knees," I told Alison, my gaze suddenly shifting
toward her. "I want you to suck me."
"But what about Lindsay?..."
"On your knees!"
Alison did as she was instructed and looked up at me as I
freed my cock. It still glistened with Lindsay's juices and
when I pressed it to Alison's mouth, she could surely taste
them there. I thrusted myself into Alison's tender throat,
hard and deep, as Lindsay knelt down and kissed the side of
her sister's head for good measure.
"On your hands and knees now, facing away from me."
"Doggie-style?" Alison asked the question even as she
withdrew my cock from her mouth and promptly obeyed.
"You begged for my cock, and now you're going to get it."
I took position behind Alison on my own knees, her firm, bare
bottom, complete with its reddened cheeks, staring right back
at me. I grasped her hips with both hands and pressed my
shaft into the tight grip of her pussy, thrusting forward with
a languid, slow stroke. I was in no hurry to orgasm yet.
"Good girl," I crooned as I slid myself deep inside her and
then withdrew almost all the way. "You know how to behave
yourself when you're being taken by your Master, don't you."
Master. The word clearly had an effect on Alison as I
watched her shiver and shake beneath me. Lindsay and Amy were
already well aware that they belonged to me (during BDSM play),
but this was the first time I had made such a bold declaration
with Alison. I had taken her, made her mine, over the past
several months. Alison was my submissive and despite the fact
she was going to marry Lindsay, and no matter how often she
got together with any of the other ladies, that did not change
anything. She was mine. The hard cock resting at the entrance
of her pussy right now was the true symbol of her reality.
"Please!" Alison begged.
I inserted my thumb between the folds of her pussy and then
massaged on the hood of her clitoris. "Please?"
She arched into me. "Please! Oh, please... please!"
"Please, what?"
Alison literally jumped when she felt the caress of my thumb
upon her rectum. At the same time, Lindsay leaned over and
kissed her on the cheek, offering some warm, soothing love.
"Fuck me!" Alison was begging me to take her like never
before. She was shouting for it, pleading, bucking, writhing.
"Please fuck me, Jeremy! PLEASE!"
With my right hand, I grabbed Alison by the hair and pulled
her head all the way back as I burrowed my cock into the valley
of her folds. Alison screamed when I blasted into her, so hard
and fierce, wonderful, so aggressively deep. Alison had begged
me to fuck her, but this was not fucking. It was taking,
conquering, claiming. Every inch of her pussy, her body and
soul. Alison was mine. Mine. MINE!
Each pounding thrust was more overwhelming than the prior
one. This was ecstasy in its most rawest form. Every nerve
ending within my body was on fire. Alison was still screaming
out, her sobs echoing loudly, yet she fucked me back with
every last ounce of vigor and strength she had herself, her
sweet, little ass continually bouncing hard off of my pelvis.
"Jeremy, it hurts!" she choked out. "But I like it..."
Lindsay sat down on her knees beside us and, even in the
madness of what was transpiring, she locked eyes with Alison
and then reached out her hand as, tentatively, Alison reached
out with hers as well. As I continually hammered Alison from
behind, she threaded her fingers with Lindsay's.
Alison gazed up at Lindsay's clear blue eyes. Lindsay
gently pulled Alison's hand toward her, up to her lips, and
kissed it. "Cum for me, baby," she simply told her.
Alison screeched out at the top of her lungs and she
thrashed her head from side to side, her blonde hair whipping
about in every direction, and her orgasm brought on my own.
My cock pulsed its seed into her fertile, little pussy as
Alison fell helplessly over the cliff of pleasure herself,
this no doubt being the most powerful orgasm of her life.
At the same time, all of my muscles were seeming to spasm
in different directions, my own pleasure wrenching, until
at last, the chaos left and my sanity returned.
Exhausted, I dislodged my cock from Alison and tumbled,
landing in a seated position against the back wall of the
shower. Alison basically wilted into the tile, appearing
weak and almost lifeless, except for the very heavy, deep
breaths she continually took.
This time, Lindsay made eye contact with me. She seemed
to be asking for my approval on something with her facial
expression, but I could not pinpoint exactly what. Lindsay
chose to remain silent and, very slowly, unhooked the leash
and then the collar from around her neck. When I did not
show any objections, she smiled sweetly at me.
"Here, Ali," Lindsay then proclaimed, reaching down and
fastening the silver collar around her sister's neck, "you
can feel what it is like for a change." Alison was still
recovering from her orgasm, though, and had little reaction.
"Maybe Jeremy can get one of these for you too, and we can
wear them together." Lindsay proceeded to loop the leash
around Alison's neck as well, and clip it to the collar.
She crawled over to me and kissed me flush on the lips,
then gave me the leash.
Alison groaned as I tugged on the leash gently, just
enough to get her attention.
"Lindsay, sweetheart," I sighed, short of breath myself.
"Yes, Jeremy?"
"I want you to go back out into the bedroom and bring me
that two-headed monster dildo that Amy got as a wedding
present for you and Alison." Lindsay's seemed surprised as
I added, "Bring it to me. Do it now."
"Isn't that supposed to be a surprise present?" she whined.
"The surprise is gone because your sister was snooping
around in that closet, looking for presents," I responded.
Alison again moaned as I went on, "You and Alison are going
to fuck each other, right here in the shower, with that
dildo jammed inside both of you at the same time. I want you
two to scissor each other with it!"
"Oh, no..." Alison gasped in shock.
"Yes, Jeremy," Lindsay nodded, rising to her feet.
Perhaps Alison had been through enough already this morning,
but I felt sharing a dildo with the love of her life would
provide a new spark for her. One last bit of energy.
"And afterward, I will tell Amy that Alison ruined her
surprise by snooping, and I will suggest to her that she
take Alison over her knee and give her a proper spanking."
"No... oh, no," Alison pleaded. "Oh, no..."
Lindsay's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Can I watch?"
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