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 ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
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   "Okay dear, go ahead and ease it in."

   I watched Felicia's face in the mirror as Patricia instructed her.  The
long plastic phallus didn't feel nearly as good inside me as Patricia's
real one had only moments ago, but the look on the teenager's face was
priceless.  She watched raptly as the dildo strapped to her loins
penetrated deep into my body, hardly daring to breathe.

   "Ohmigod!" Dolores' young daughter almost whispered as the straps
holding the plastic were pressed into my buttocks, "I'm totally FUCKING a
man!  Uncle Gary, Auntie Patricia, this is so awesome!"

   She pulled partway out then pushed tentatively back in, studying the
grip of my anus around the plastic shaft as she did.  When I pushed back to
meet her, Felicia grew bolder.  She grabbed my hips and started pumping,
the smaller shaft on the inside of the harness doing nice things for her as
she screwed me.

   "You know what he likes, Felicia?" Patricia whispered in her ear, "He
likes feeling your tits on his back while you fuck him!  Yes, that's right
dear!  Now, reach around and grab his cock...  Good!  You've still got
lubricant on your hand, so just stroke him a little as you fuck him... 
There, you're getting the hang of it!  Now, baby, fuck his brains out!"

   Felicia did her damnedest!  Her slender, petite figure could not muster
the force that Patricia's taller frame could generate, but the sight of
that tiny sprite slamming away at my fundament was almost enough to set me
off, by itself!

   Patricia decided that now that Felicia was preoccupied with slipping the
sausage to me, it might be a good time to start preparing her for the next
phase.  She took a small, slender vibrator and lubricated it thoroughly. 
Placing the very tip of the vibe in the center of Felicia's tiny catholic
butthole, she just held it there.

   The teenager cringed away at first, probably because of the cold lube,
but Patricia followed, not pushing inward, merely holding the tip in place.
Eventually, Felicia drew back for another thrust into me, and as she did,
an inch or so of the vibrator slipped into her.  She gave a little squeal,
but kept fucking.

   Patricia continued keeping a steady pressure on the vibrator, and on
each outstroke it sank a little deeper into our tiny student.  When only
the knurled base of the vibe protruded, my lovely wife deftly twisted the
control ring, sending vibrations deep into Felicia's little body.

   Felicia shrieked as she felt the vibrations and began jerking
spasmodically at the end of the plastic prod!  The effect on me was
delicious, if somewhat strange, and as Felicia's grip tightened on my rod,
I let go all over the sheets!

   Felicia wasn't far behind!  Crying out her lust, she collapsed on my
back, her little butt still twitching and jerking on the end of the dildo!

   Patricia shut off the vibrator, but left it embedded in the girl's ass.
I was just working up the nerve to disengage from her strap-on when the
intercom beeped.

   "Yes, Edgar?" Patricia said, after rising to thumb the button.

   "Miss Carmen, has arrived, Madam." The butler announced formally.

   "Very well Edgar." My wife replied, "Please tell her we will be down in
a few minutes, and be sure she has refreshments.  Does she have luggage?"

   "Yes, madam." Edgar said, "I've taken the liberty of having her bags
placed in her old room, Madam, and Gwen is seeing to her needs.  She awaits
you in the sitting room."

   "Hmmm." Patricia said, "Edgar, please extend my apologies to my sister
and ask if she'd like to wait in the library, instead.  That was always her
favorite room."

   "Of course, Madam!" Edgar said, "I should have thought of that!"

   "Oh, and Edgar..." the lovely blonde said.

   "Yes, madam?"

   "Is Mary presentable?"

   "Maria is seeing to that now, Madam."

   "Thank you, Edgar." Patricia said, "That will be all."

   "Well, Felicia," I said, smacking the little teen on one delicious butt
cheek, "It looks like you'll get to keep one cherry intact a little longer,
but this is just a rain check.  I AM going to sodomize you one of these
days, girl!"

   Felicia gingerly removed the vibrator from her butt before replying,
"Shoot!  I was starting to get into the whole idea of having your humongous
telephone pole up my butt!"

   "I'm sorry, dear." Patricia said solicitously, "I really thought we'd
have enough time.  We'll call when we can continue, but it's best not to
shock my sister too much right away."

   "I understand, Aunt Patricia." Felicia said, slipping out of the dildo
harness.  She grabbed me by the cock and gave me a burning look.  "Save
some of this for me, big boy!"

   "Hey," I replied, jokingly, "Tell that to my wife!  That belongs to her
now.  She just lets you borrow it now and then!"

   Felicia giggled as the two of us headed for the shower together.

   "No hanky panky in there, you two!" Patricia called out, "We don't have
time for that!"

   "Spoilsport!" I called back, but her point was well taken, and except
for a few teasing touches here and there, the young teen and I managed to
get cleaned off and toweled dry without too much delay.

   Edgar had the limo waiting for Felicia, and let her out as Patricia and
I went to the library to greet her sister.

   As we made our way to the library, I took the opportunity to try to
satisfy my curiosity about the sisters' names.

   "You never explained why you and your sister, though twins," I said,
"have such different names.  Most parents can't resist naming their twins
alike."

   "As you might guess," Patricia answered, "Our parents were not like
most. They thought that Carmen and I would have enough to deal with in our
lives and didn't want to further burden us with names that sound alike.  I,
for one, am glad they made that choice."

   Carmen looked like my lovely wife, but there was no mistaking one for
the other.  Carmen's long, flowing blonde hair and a preference for
diaphanous clothing gave her a fragile, ethereal quality that I would be
hard-put to ascribe to her sister.

   As she turned, one of her Father's first editions open in her hands, she
looked somehow vulnerable and childlike, despite being of a height with
Patricia.

   "Carmen!" I said warmly, "How nice to finally meet you!  I have been
looking forward to finally getting to know you!"

   I embraced her like a long lost sister, which, in a sense, she was, and
when I released her, she gazed at me skeptically, as if trying to decide if
I was for real.

   "It's nice to meet you, too, Mr.  Travis." she said politely.

   "Gary, please!" I replied.

   Carmen placed the book she was holding on a nearby table and turned to
her sister, tears welling up in her eyes.  When they embraced, it was not
the polite 'see, I still love you' touch-and-release sort of embrace.  It
was a meeting of old lovers, ancient friends, people who know more about
each other than anyone else, and still love each other anyway.

   These two beautiful women, so alike, yet so different, were clearly
still attached at the heart, and for a moment, I felt superfluous.

   I had had reservations about Carmen's visit.  Among other things, I
wasn't sure how she felt about her Father having left most of his estate to
Patricia.  From the way they greeted each other, without words, I realized
that their bonds were so deep and so strong that no mere financial
arrangement was going to come between them - and neither, for that matter,
was a husband.

   After an eternity, or what seemed like one to me, Patricia whispered, "I
have missed you SO much!"

   "Me too!" Carmen replied, "I'm sorry I missed your wedding!"

   "Don't worry about it!" Patricia replied, "I know you had more important
things to deal with, but we have so much to catch up on!"

   They finally broke apart, but only to arm's length.  Their hands stayed
tightly clasped together.  Carmen's eyes burned into her sister's.

   "It's been what, almost eight months now?" she said as if her life
depended on the answer, "And he seems nice, but I have to ask, is he, you
know, 'the one'?"

   They took chairs side-by-side, and Patricia huddled close to her sister
as I settled into another chair.  They reminded me of schoolgirls swapping
stories about their dates.

   "You remember how we used to tell each other what our dream lover would
be like?" Patricia asked conspiratorially.

   Carmen nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with the happy memory.

   "Well," Patricia stage-whispered, looking sidelong in my direction,
"he's better!"

   A faraway look came into Carmen's eyes and she asked dreamily, "Really?
He really likes you the way you are?"

   "May I answer that?" I asked.

   They both looked expectantly in my direction.

   "I LOVE her the way she is." I said sincerely, "I fell in love with her
before I ever saw her without her clothes, and when I saw how your sister
was blessed, I felt I'd died and gone to heaven!"

   "But," she turned back to Patricia, "You told me you have sex with other
people.  Is that because you don't like having sex with each other?"

   "On the contrary," my wife replied, with an indulgent smile, "the
interludes we have with others only serve to make our own sex better! 
First of all, neither of us will screw another person if we're not both
there.  These are not extra-marital affairs.  Occasionally, when someone
catches our fancy, we'll invite them to share our bed, but our best times
are still with each other."

   Carmen's eyes sparkled as she listened, "But does he let you, you
know...?"

   "Let me!?" Patricia laughed, "Gary's a real slut for that, sometimes!"

   "Is he, you know, gay?" her sister asked.

   Personally, I was getting a little uncomfortable being the subject of
conversation, rather than a participant, so before Patricia could answer, I
said, "Let's just say we both like to give free rein to our fantasies. 
Sometimes she'll be my slut, sometimes, I'll be hers.  Just depends on our
mood."

   Carmen's eyes grew wide, but before she could say anything else,
Patricia changed the subject.

   "That reminds me!" she said excitedly "I'm going to be a Father!"

   "A Father?!" her sister asked, perplexed, "But how?"

   "You remember those charming Islands I told you about, where we had such
a wonderful reception from the natives on our honeymoon?" she said, "Well,
it seems that all three of our 'chosen ones' are about to give birth!  Now,
Me'ili's is probably Gary's, but unless the other two screwed around with
somebody else, they're about to give birth to MY babies!  Isn't that
wonderful?!"

   "You are so lucky!" Carmen said sadly.

   "Oh!" Patricia continued, as if she hadn't heard, "I forgot to tell you!
We've been invited back to the Islands to attend a sort of birth ceremony
this summer!"

   Carmen smiled morosely.

   "I'm so happy for you, Patricia!" she said.

   "Oh, don't be such a poop!" Patricia laughed at her sister's expression,
"I was hoping to talk you into coming along!"

   At that, her sister perked up a bit.

   "Do you mean it!?" she asked.

   "Oh come on, Carmen!" I laughed, "You know very well she means it!  In
fact, I've taken the liberty of booking a seat for you on the same flight
we're taking!"

   "This is the place where they practically worship people like us?"
Carmen asked hopefully.

   "It is indeed!" I replied, "Patricia's nearly a goddess to them, and you
will be too, assuming you don't mind sleeping with as many of them as
possible...!"

   For the first time, Carmen showed a sense of humor, if only a little,
when she replied, "I don't know, let me check my schedule...  Okay, if you
insist!"

   I was pretty much on my own for dinner since Carmen and Patricia had so
much catching up to do.  Even though we ate at the same time at the same
table, it was almost as if I wasn't there.  After dinner, I served the
ladies cognac, then took my leave.  I wasn't jealous of the time my wife
spent with her sister, but neither did I need to be there.

   Instead, I caught up on some work.  The search for a CEO at SyncComp was
turning into a real nightmare.  The egos that some of the candidates
brought with them, and the accompanying demands were sometimes so
outlandish as to be laughable.  Here we were, three months down the road,
and not a single offer outstanding, despite having sifted through reams of
resumes and CV's.  As a result, I was having to make many of the decisions
that would normally fall to the CEO.  Officially, they were coming from
Patricia, but she had enough on her plate, so I filled in where I could.

   It was after midnight when I finally turned in to an empty bed.  I had
gotten so accustomed to falling asleep with Patricia's head on my shoulder
that I was still half-awake two hours later when she finally joined me. 
She tried to complete her bedtime preparations quietly, in the dark, so as
not to wake me.  After the second time she ran into something in the dark,
I took pity on her and spoke up.

   "Why don't you just turn the light on, sweetheart," I said into the
darkness, "Even if I'd been asleep, all that bumping around in the dark
would have awakened me by now!"

   "I was trying NOT to wake you!" she laughed as she touched the wall
switch.

   "I know, and I appreciate it." I replied, "But I'd consider it a greater
courtesy if you keep yourself out of the hospital!"

   I watched my lovely wife as she prepared for bed, and my lust tented the
covers, but it was clear that she had something else on her mind.

   "So, did you and Carmen get caught up?" I asked, in the hope that it
would give her the opening she needed.

   Patricia smiled gratefully, "Is it that obvious?"

   "To most people," I said, "perhaps not, but I flatter myself that I'm
getting to know you passably well.  What's on your mind, dear?"

   "It's Carmen, sweetheart." she said, settling on the edge of the bed.

   I didn't bother telling her I could have guessed that much.

   "What about her, Patricia?" was all I said.

   "Well, I've been wracking my brain to try to find a way to let her
experience what I've found with you," she said, "and I think I've come up
with a way, but it will require your cooperation."

   "Sweetheart," I said, "if you want her to join us in bed, just say so. I
wouldn't have any more objection to her than to any of our other temporary
lovers."

   "Well," she temporized, "that's not quite what I had in mind, at least
not yet.  You see, dear, if I'm there, she's going to assume that you're
having sex with her because I'm twisting your arm in some way, that you're
not doing it of your own free will."

   "Out of the question, darling." I said, "I will not have sex with
someone else when you're not there, even to help your sister."

   "I know that's been our policy, Gary," she said seriously, "but I'd
really appreciate it if you would consider this one exception.  It would
mean a lot to me."

   "One of the reasons this relationship works so well is that we trust
each other, Patricia." I said, "One of the reasons we trust each other is
that neither of us gives the other reason for doubt if it can be avoided. I
like having things out in the open, and I really don't want to take
liberties with what's worked for us."

   "We've been married going on eight months now," Patricia said, "and in
all the time I've known you, you've never given me even the slightest hint
of a reason to doubt you, Gary, so when it comes to trust, I'd say you've
got some in the bank, earning interest.  I really need you to do this for
me, Gary, for Carmen."

   "Look, Patricia," I said, "even if I agree, she's got to know that the
request comes from you.  Even pretending I'm cheating on you wouldn't help
her, because then, SHE wouldn't be able to trust me."

   "I know, dear," she said, "and of course we'll have to be honest with
her, but if I'm in the room, there's always the chance that I'm coaching
you with gestures or hand signals or something.  At least if I'm not there,
whatever you do, you do on your own.  I think all she really needs is for
you to be with her for a time and show her that there are really people in
the world who appreciate us 'girls with something extra'.  Don't use that
line on her, by the way, I've already told her that you said it to me, and
it'll sound contrived if you say it to her."

   "If you're sure that's what you want," I replied, "and if she agrees. 
How do we approach her?"

   "Well, I laid the groundwork tonight, saying we'd talk about it." my
lover said, as she slipped under the covers, "Let's play it soft and see if
she brings it up, okay?"

   "All right, lover," I said, "I just hope this doesn't backfire on us."

   "You worry too much, dear." she said affectionately, snuggling her
blonde-tressed head to my shoulder.

   The next few days were fairly uneventful.  Carmen seemed somewhat more
relaxed in our presence, and Patricia and I gave her plenty of space, but
made ourselves available if she wanted company.

   One day, as I worked in my computer room, trying to take care of the
mounting pressures at SyncComp so Patricia could oversee her other
companies, while still keeping in touch with my network, Carmen wandered in
and just sat in one of the chairs.

   "Hi!" I smiled, "Just let me finish this email and I'll be right with
you!"

   "No hurry." she said, slipping her feet from her shoes and tucking them
under her on the chair.

   I finished, did a quick proofread, correcting a typo or two, and hit
'send'.

   "What can I do for you, Carmen?" I asked.

   "You know," she said, looking around at the walls hung with pictures
that must have been familiar to her, "I always felt safe in this house. 
This was the one place in the whole world where I could come and just be
myself - the one place where people accepted me for who and what I was, and
it didn't matter to them."

   Her gaze settled on my face as I rolled my chair out from behind the
computer desk so it would look less like I was 'forted up'.

   "The odd thing, Gary," she said with intensity, "is that now, with you
and Patricia here instead of my parents, I feel even safer.  I can't
explain it.  It's connected with the way you DON'T treat me like anyone
special, but there's more to it than that, and I can't put my finger on
it."

   "I don't know if I can help with the finger-putting-on exercise," I
smiled, "but I will say this.  As long as you treat us with respect, I
don't know of any reason to treat you any differently than anyone else. 
That said, as my sister-in-law, you are due, and, I hope, receive, certain
considerations that are not afforded every guest."

   She waved a graceful hand in dismissal.  Elegance and grace seemed to be
a family trait.

   "I understand, and appreciate that," she said, "but what I'm talking
about is that you don't walk on eggs around me, either because I'm just out
of therapy or because I've got this enormous dick between my legs.  You
joke about it with Patricia, in my presence, and I realize that, even when
I was growing up, and everyone in the household treated me with love and
respect, the only one who would joke about girls with cocks was my sister.
I like that you're so totally at ease about it, and that you don't think I
need to be protected from any mention of it, do you see?"

   "I think so." I said, "And I'm glad to hear you say it.  There are no
manuals about how to treat girls with cocks who've just come out of
therapy, so I just go to my old standby, which is pretty much to treat you
like a girl with a dick who's just come out of therapy and so what?  I
don't see any point in hiding from something we all know, but neither do I
see any point in making a big deal of it."

   "I can see why Patricia loves you so much, Gary." Carmen said warmly,
smiling, then turned thoughtful.

   "Gary, would you..." she began, then changed course, "When I first
arrived, Patricia suggested that I - that you and I - have sex together. 
She said that she had discussed it with you and that you were okay with the
idea..."

   "We did discuss it," I said, "and I have to admit to some initial
reluctance because she thought it would be best if she weren't present, at
least initially.  Patricia and I, you see, have kind of made it a policy
for both to be present when one or the other is enjoying sex with another
person.  It's one way to keep trust issues from arising when others are
brought into a relationship.  As you know, your sister can be very
persuasive, however.  I believe the way she put it was that I have trust
'in the bank and earning interest'."

   I smiled wryly at the memory of that conversation.

   "At any rate," I said, "I agreed that, in this one case, if both of you
wanted it, I would go along."

   "If you still feel that way, Gary," Carmen fidgeted with the edge of her
skirt, looking down rather than at me, "I - I think I'd like to, you
know..."

   Her blue eyes flashed upward, pleading, fearful.

   I smiled warmly.

   "I'd be honored!" I replied, "But it will be awkward if we just START,
so why don't I call your sister and suggest that she eat out tonight, then
we'll have the staff prepare us an intimate dinner for two and see how it
plays out.  How does that sound?"

   Patricia, when I told her, was elated.  "Thank you for this, Gary.  You
won't regret it!"

   Gwen, using Mary as a waitress, prepared an excellent dinner. 
Apparently Gwen had been given forewarning by Patricia that this might come
up, and she outdid herself to prepare and serve an intimate meal for two.
Mary served us in a skimpy french maid costume, still wearing her collar
and balancing on impossibly high heels.

   As she left after serving the first course, Carmen leaned across the
candlelit table and asked, "That's Mary, right?  She wasn't here when I
lived here before, and the others treat her, well, strangely.  I mean that
outfit is better suited to a slut than a maid or waitress!"

   "Can you keep a secret?" I asked conspiratorially.

   Carmen nodded.

   "That's my ex-wife." I began, just to see the expression on her face,
then continued, with a laugh "No, I'm not a vindictive bastard and Patricia
hasn't turned into a monster!  She came to us for help finding a job, and
we recruited her to help nail a bastard of a CEO who was abusing his power
to rape his admins.  They were afraid to testify, so we asked Mary to take
the job and we put surveillance equipment throughout the executive suite at
the company.  To make a long story short, we got the asshole, and Mary
discovered that she enjoyed being abused.  When Patricia offered her a
collar and all the abuse she could handle at our hands she accepted.  She
was so willing that we offered her as a kind of bonus to the staff for
their loyalty, when we aren't using her.  I've never seen her looking more
beautiful, by the way.  The position seems to agree with her, but if you
have doubts, ask her yourself."

   When Mary returned, Carmen addressed her directly.

   "Your name is Mary, isn't it?" she asked.

   "Yes, Mistress." Mary replied, eyes downcast.

   "What is your position here?"

   "I am Mistress Patricia and Master Gary's slave, Mistress." she
answered, "At the present time, I am assigned to serve Mistress Gwen."

   "How do you like your position, Mary?" Carmen asked, "Let me see your
face when you answer, please."

   "Oh, Mistress!" Mary gushed, "It is hard, and yet it is the best thing
that has ever happened to me!"

   "It doesn't bother you to be slave to your ex-husband and his new wife?"

   "Oh, no, Mistress!" Mary replied, "They are the best Master and Mistress
a slave could hope for!  I am so lucky they agreed to train me!"

   "If I told you to come to my room tonight and be my slut for the night,
would you?" Carmen asked.

   "No, Mistress." the slave replied, "But if Master Gary or Mistress
Patricia ordered it, I would be delighted to be your slut for as long as
they commanded!"

   "You are aware, slave," I said, "that Mistress Carmen is Mistress
Patricia's sister, and that she too, has a big cock for you?"

   "Yes, Master Gary!"

   "And how does that make you feel, slave?"

   "This slut's pussy is already wet thinking about her hard cock, Master
Gary!"

   "And how do you feel, Mistress Carmen," I asked, "about what you just
heard?"

   "I must admit, I've got a raging hard-on!" she replied, embarrassed.

   "Slave!" I commanded, "I'm going to want Mistress Carmen to fuck me with
her big, hard, cock after dinner, and I don't want her cumming too soon. 
Get under the table and suck her off, and be quick about it.  Gwen still
needs you in the kitchen!"

   "Oh, thank you Master!" Mary complied with alacrity, pushing Carmen's
long skirt up to her waist.

   I watched my sister-in-law's face as Mary engulfed her entire shaft in a
single gulp.  Her eyes went wide, then closed as her hands tangled
themselves in Mary's red tresses!

   "Oh my GOD!" she cried, thankfully not noticing me waving Gwen away as
she came to see what was keeping her helper for so long, "She is GOOD!"

   In only moments, Carmen was jacking herself off with Mary's head as she
blasted load after load down her eager throat!  Mary cleaned every last
drop of cum from Carmen's cock, swallowing repeatedly, then neatly
rearranged her Mistress' skirt and backed out from under the table, licking
the last bits from her lips.

   "Thank you for your gift, Mistress Carmen!" Mary said as she shakily
regained her perch atop those impossible heels, then to me, "May I return
to the kitchen Master Gary?"

   "Yes you may, and hurry, Gwen is looking for you!"

   I looked across at my flushed companion, and said, "She's getting quite
good at that, wouldn't you say?"

   Instead of answering, Carmen asked, "My god, Gary!  What kind of life do
you people live here?"

   "Well," I answered, "let's just say we have a number of ways of
relieving stress..."

   Though somewhat miffed that I had screwed with her carefully planned
presentation, Gwen continued to impress us with the quality of the meal. 
Each course was small and flavorful, and a perfect complement for the
previous course.  The wines, which were changed with each course, were
artfully chosen to enhance and uplift each dish.  As we sipped Port after
an elegant dessert that had just the slightest hint of sweetness, Carmen
and I felt relaxed and satisfied, but not over-full.

   Gwen, under the pretense of making sure everything was all right, came
out to take her bows.

   "You've outdone yourself tonight, Gwen!" Carmen gushed, "The entire meal
was superb!"

   "Oh, piddle!" Gwen fussed, "Mr.  Travis almost ruined the whole thing
with his little side-show!  It's a good thing I'm adaptable!"

   "Oh, come now, Gwen!" I laughed, "What did you think was going to happen
when you sent Mary out here in that outfit?"

   Gwen conceded the point with a grin, then turned to Carmen again, "He's
a real devil, our Mr.  Travis, but he sort of grows on you!  It's so good
to have you home again, Miss Carmen!  We've missed seeing you around here!"

   "It's good to be home, Gwen!" Carmen replied warmly, "And even though
Mummy and Daddy aren't around any more, it still FEELS like home, thanks to
you and the rest of the staff, and to 'our Mr.  Travis'!"

   Well, it was pretty clear who had been the baby of the family!  Although
they were twins, Patricia always spoke of her parents as 'Mother' and
'Father'.

   "Ms.  Patricia made a wise choice in that one, Miss." Gwen said, winking
at me, "Even though he does make an awful mess in my kitchen when he tries
to cook!  I only hope you'll be as lucky as your sister one day.  When you
do find him, though, please make sure he knows how to clean up after
himself!"

   After Gwen returned to her kitchen, I rose and offered Carmen my hand.

   "Your parents chose their staff well." I said conversationally as we
walked, "I must admit that I had never even considered the idea of a
household staff before I met your sister, but if I had to recruit and train
them myself, I don't think I could improve on the folks that have served
your family for so long."

   Carmen smiled.  "I've talked with the other three, and they all have
stories to tell about you, Gary.  At first, I'm afraid, you were quite a
shock to their carefully planned existence!  They only started warming to
you after they saw how happy you made Patricia.  Gwen and Edgar figured you
were just after her money.  When they found out that it was you who
insisted on the pre-nup, and even protested the generosity of the terms,
they finally began to realize that you were for real.  You really dropped a
bomb in their midst when you offered them Mary's services!"

   I grinned, "Yes, I imagine Edgar, in particular, was shaken by the
offer, but I've noticed that he and Walt spend a lot of off-duty time in
the playroom with her!"

   Carmen laughed, "Oh, he has learned to appreciate you, Gary, but you
took some getting used to!  Walt, too, told me how you terrorized that
young fast-food cashier up in the wine country!  You did know that he can
hear what goes on in the back of that limousine, didn't you?"

   "Not at that time, no," I replied, chuckling, "but it probably wouldn't
have mattered.  Do you know the rest of that story?"

   "That was what amazed me!" she answered, "When I asked Patricia about
it, and she described that weekend, I could hardly believe it was my
sister!"

   "What, even after she built and stocked that playroom?" I laughed.

   "Oh, Patricia didn't do that!" Carmen said, "We were never allowed in
there as kids, so it wasn't until after our parents died that we discovered
how they enjoyed their sex!  No, that was all our Father and Mother's
doing, though I think Patricia has added to it.  No, Patricia didn't
discover her love for that sort of thing until she met you!"

   "Now wait a minute!" I said, remembering that first weekend that now
seemed so long ago, "She brought a whole suitcase full of stuff on that
trip to the Napa Valley.  She must have had something in mind!"

   "She did, silly!" Carmen laughed, "She and Dolores had a long talk
before she even met you, remember?  She was falling for you even before
that weekend and just decided to go for broke.  You could so easily have
broken her heart that weekend, instead, you turned out to be just the
person she'd searched for all her life, and in the process of proving it,
you opened a whole new world for her!"

   I had guided us to Carmen's room and now, with the door closed, I bent
to kiss her.  She was more tentative than her sister, less sure of herself,
but once she warmed to my kiss, her lips became moist, pliant and hungry!

   "Can I tell you a secret?" I rasped, finally breaking the kiss.

   "Not if you want to keep it from Patricia." she said, still holding her
embrace.  The heat of her soft belly pressed against my groin.

   "Actually," I said, "I suppose I would have told her myself, had the
topic ever come up in conversation.  That weekend, you see, was my first
time to delve into that realm, as well, not to mention my first time with a
woman as nicely equipped as you two!"

   Carmen laughed out loud, "Oh, that's too funny!  You mean all that
bondage and multiple partners and so forth were new to you, too?"

   "Except in my fantasies," I nodded, "yeah!"

   "Then I guess you two WERE a match made in heaven!" she said, "Because
Patricia thinks she's still there!"

   "So do I." I said seriously, "She's the best thing that's ever happened
to me!"

   "Then what are you doing here with me?" she said, suddenly fearful
again.

   "I'm here because there's nothing I wouldn't do for your sister," I said
honestly, "and because there's nothing she wouldn't do for you.  That said,
however, you can see for yourself whether or not I WANT to be here."

   With that, I placed her hand on the outline of my erection in my
trousers, and suddenly she was smiling again.

   "Is that a gun in your pocket, big boy?" she asked in a bad imitation of
Mae West, "Or are you just happy to see me?"

   "Well, I've BEEN happy to see you." I replied, "Now I'm happy at the
prospect of seeing more of you!"

   I bent once more, but this time, I swept her long blonde hair away from
her face, and traced the delicate shell of her ear with the tip of my
tongue, nipping at the lobe as I reached the bottom.  As she drew in a
sharp breath, I continued downward, nibbling at the tender flesh on the
side of her neck with my lips, then biting intimately at the curve where
her long, slender neck joined her shoulders.

   My hands, meanwhile, found and released the hook and eye at the back of
her dress, then slid the zipper down to the top of her ass.  Taking a
handful of hair at the back of her head, I bent Carmen's head backward, not
roughly, just demandingly, and gave her a deep, soulful kiss that had her
grinding her loins against my thigh.

   I finally let the dress slip off her arms to puddle around her ankles as
I kissed my way down her arched, vulnerable throat.  To my delight, my
sister-in-law had worn no undergarments.  I stood and held her at arms
length, getting my first look at the body that was so much like, yet so
different from the one I had loved for the last few months.

   Carmen's cock, bobbing in front of her, appeared slightly more slender
than Patricia's but unless I missed my guess, it was an inch or so longer.
Her breasts were smaller, more delicate, their flesh almost translucent. 
The tiny pink nipples in their centers looked as though they would respond
to the slightest touch.  To my surprise and delight, each nipple held a
golden barbell, and another pierced the head of her cock from side to side!

   She may have gotten the piercings to please a demanding boyfriend (or
girlfriend) at one time or another, but clearly hadn't seen fit to remove
them!

   I knelt in front of her and placed my hands on her slender waist,
tugging her toward me.  She took a step, then another, and my lips closed
over her right nipple.  Pale, slender hands slid through my hair and a soft
moan escaped her mouth as I gently nipped at that tender nubbin, my tongue
flicking back and forth across the tip as my teeth held it firmly in place.
The golden balls of the barbells clicked against my teeth as the nipple
bobbled back and forth under my tongue.

   Carmen moaned softly as I made oral love to her little breasts.  My
right hand moved downward and closed over her cock.  As I suspected,
pre-cum oozed copiously from its tip, and I used my palm to spread the
slimy fluid over her glans, as I continued mouthing her tits.  She gave a
little cry at my touch, and thrust her hips forward.

   This was not going to be a slow, gentle seduction!  She was almost ready
to pop, in spite of Mary's earlier blowjob, and I decided I was going to
have to relieve some more of the pressure.  Driving two fingers deep into
her sopping pussy, I dove suddenly down her shaft, stopping only when
Carmen's yellow pubic hair tickled my chin.

   With my nose plastered against my sister-in-law's belly, I gave a low
moan and rotated my head around her long, slender shaft.  Sure enough, she
touched places in my throat where Patricia had never been, and I delighted
in the feel of that barbell sliding up and down my gullet!  My fingers
found and corkscrewed around her G-spot as the vibrations from my vocal
cords did wonderful things to her shaft and glans.  In seconds, Carmen
jammed my nose into her pubic bone as she shoved uncontrollably into my
throat, powerful pulses driving her cum the length of her cock to blast
directly into my stomach!

   I was pushing against her pelvis, desperate for air, by the time she
finished cumming and released my head.

   "I'm sorry, Gary!" she gasped, "I just got carried away!"

   "No harm, no foul." I said when I finally got my own breathing under
control, "I was just afraid I'd have to get rougher with you than I wanted
to, just so I could breathe!"

   "I am sorry!" she said again, "It's just that you do that like you enjoy
it, and, well, that's the first time a guy has done that for me!  It's such
a turn on!"

   "I have to admit to having had mixed feelings about doing that when I
first met Patricia," I said, "but over the last few months, I have truly
come to enjoy giving my lover pleasure that way."

   "At dinner," Carmen said hesitantly, "you told Mary that you expected me
to be fucking your ass...  Was that just for her benefit, or, well..."

   "It was for both of you, Carmen." I said, "If it pleases you to do so, I
would love to have you inside me."

   I looked down, expecting to see a wilted cock needing 'fluffing' as they
say in adult films, but instead found a rampant erection once again pointed
directly at me!

   Carmen giggled when she saw my expression.  "I know!  It surprises the
hell out of me, too!  I'm horny as a teenager tonight!"

   "Well, since you're ready for action, shall we take this to the bed?" I
said.

   "I think you're forgetting a step!" Carmen smiled as she began
undressing me.

   "Oh," I said, "THAT little detail!"

   My sister-in-law may have had her insecurities, but she knew her way
around a man's body, and by the time my clothes were gone, I was ready to
blow my own load from the delicate touching, nipping, tonguing and other
delightful tortures she visited upon me as she rid me of my clothing.

   When I was naked, Carmen gave me a shove that landed me on my back, on
the bed, then, hair flying, she landed on top of me, capturing my lips with
her own!  There was hunger and raging lust in the kiss she gave me, and
just a hint of hesitation - a strange, though exciting combination!

   I have made it a habit, in recent months, to stay lubricated when I'm
home, because it's not unusual for my sexy wife to drop in for a quickie,
and about half the time, she wants my ass!  It's so much more convenient to
just drop trou wherever we happen to be, and bend over.  Saves having to
carry the stuff around or find a tube somewhere!

   In this case, I didn't have to worry about whether or not Carmen had
lube handy.  When she threw my legs into the air and positioned herself
between them, I was ready.  It's a good thing, too!  She wasted no time on
preparation, once she saw that I was lubricated, but plowed straight in!  I
winced a little as that barbell and her glans forced their way inside, but
the pain was only momentary, and soon she was sliding deep inside.

   I looked up to find her fixated on my face, as my emotions chased
themselves across my features.  The pain faded quickly and I can't imagine
what Carmen saw on my face as she slid deeper into my bowels than anything
had ever penetrated before.  I do know that while it was the same feeling I
get with Patricia, it was strange and wonderful to feel her going so deep!

   Carmen's eyes locked on my face but I couldn't hold her gaze.  Each time
that long, slender pole plumbed my intestines, as if attached to it by
strings, my eyeballs rolled back in my head!  I moaned at the fullness and
pushed upward, as if there might be another quarter inch I could accomodate
somehow.  My own rigid staff slapped wetly against my belly with each of my
sister-in-law's invasions of my most private place.

   I grasped her slender buttocks and urged her to go faster, harder,
reveling in the utter depravity of being sodomized by this ethereal blonde
twin of my wife!

   Something in my reaction must have pleased her.  Despite two orgasms in
a very short time span, Carmen drove quickly toward her third, her pelvis a
blur as it slapped obscenely against my upraised buttocks!  She released my
legs, and I grabbed my ankles and held on for dear life as those elegant
hands transferred their grip to my raging erection!

   Using my cock as a handhold to pull herself into me, Carmen slammed my
ass hard - once, twice, three times!  As I felt the heat of her discharge
within me, my own orgasm exploded all over my chest.  Heedless of the slimy
mess, Carmen collapsed on top of me, kissing me repeatedly while her cock
pulsed with aftershocks in my still spasming colon!

   I let my legs wrap around her soft buttocks, and held her in my arms as
her climax gradually subsided.  Like a kitten, she licked a few drops of
cum from my chest, then nestled her head beneath my chin.  In moments
Carmen was snoring daintily on top of me, her no longer rigid shaft still
embedded in my ass.

   I was lost in thought, gazing at the ceiling, so it gave me a start when
someone tapped on Carmen's bedroom door.

   "Gary?" Patricia's voice was pitched so only a wakeful person would hear
it, "Carmen?  May I come in?"

   I felt a stirring at my chest and looked down at my sister-in-law's
contented smile.  I raised an enquiring eyebrow and she answered sleepily.

   "Come on in, Patricia!"

   The smile on Patricia's face as she saw us still entangled was almost
maternal.  She was dressed for sleep and sat down on the side of the bed.

   "So, dear sister," she said playfully, "may I have my husband back? 
I've gotten so accustomed to sleeping on his shoulder that I can't seem to
fall asleep without him!"

   Carmen held me possessively and said, "If he wasn't so in love with you,
sister, I would keep him!  I guess I have to give him back to you
though..." The last was delivered wistfully.

   I started disengaging myself and said gently, "I have enjoyed this
evening immensely, Carmen, and if you ever want to join Patricia and I in
our bed, you're always welcome.  As marvelous as it's been, however, I too
sleep better with my wife, so whether you give me back or not, I'm going!"

   I said it lightly, with a smile, but it WAS more truth than poetry.  I
HAD enjoyed myself, but I had no desire to do it again without Patricia
being present.