Bit of an oddball this one. I ended up posting it on Literotica in the 'Taboo/Incest' section because I didn't know where else to put it. Not too sure that's really where it belongs, perhaps 'Erotic Couplings' might have been better. Feels more like 'Erotic Comedy' to me, but they don't have a section for that.
Rest assured, more Femdom / Chastity stories are coming very soon!
Lucky Lee my friends call me, and not without reason. Y’see I’m getting married soon, to the most beautiful girl I (or any of my friends) have ever seen. There’s no denying it, Angel (I know, I know, could it get any worse?) is absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Stunning. Her hair is ice blond, her features are impeccable, her tits are just right for her slender frame… honestly I can’t fault her. And yet…
Despite all this, I find myself attracted to her sister. Yes, I know super cliché right? But hear me out, y’see… the thing is Angel is beautiful, and almost every man I know would crawl over broken glass to see her take a bath, but she’s just not all that in bed.
Don’t get me wrong, she ‘likes’ sex, she ‘enjoys’ it, but she has zero curiosity. Part of the problem seems to be that she cums too easily. I know, right.., what a pain. And yeah, the first time we fucked and she came after like three minutes I was feeling pretty chuffed with myself… but then she explained that she always cums quick. I mean it’s not a bad thing…
But the thing is, once she gets off, she kinda loses interest. I don’t mean she tells me to stop, she lets me finish… but the passion goes and she looks a little bored. And if I try and initiate anything a little ‘extra’ then it gets shut down real quick. I mean she gives me blowjobs now and again, and occasionally she lets me fuck her from behind, but mostly it’s missionary, with the lights off.
Okay, that’s not true… usually the lights are on.
Usually.
So yeah, like I say… I probably shouldn’t have rushed into marriage and all that, but it’s a bit late now. The church is booked, rings are bought, invites are sent out and I’m fully integrated into her extended family. They fucking love me, bless them! And I love them too, but when we meet up I’m always hoping I get talking to Carli.
Admittedly Carli isn’t as drop dead gorgeous as her older sister, but she’s still great looking. Oddly she’s the complete opposite of Angel in every way and I sometimes wonder if they share the same father. I mean, her Mum (Tina) is lovely and she doesn’t strike me as the cheating type, but who knows? I can see Geoff in Angel, but not so much in Carli…
Carli’s very different in personality too, where Angel is the sweetest girl you’d ever meet and is kind and lovely to everyone, Carli has a bitchy streak to her. Sounds like just the sort of person you’d want to get involved with right?
Yeah, I see that now… but she’s also funny, engaging and very, very sexy.
So it was Tina’s 55th birthday and we were all round her house for a party. Naturally Carli was there too but I didn’t catch up with her until later in the evening. It was late October and a bit nippy outside so the party was mainly indoors, but it didn’t really matter because Geoff and Tina’s house is fucking HUGE.
Angel was off in another room talking to her mum’s cousin or something when I bumped into Carli getting herself another drink.
“Hi, how ya doing?” she asked. “Not too bored I hope?”
I flashed her a grin.
“Not at all, it’s been a fun evening so far.”
She gave me a pitying look.
“Oh Lee… this is me you’re talking to.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot… you’re way too cool for all this aren’t you? Family parties…”
She looked at me through half closed eyes and gently shook her head.
“At least I have wine,” she said witheringly.
As she sipped her wine I looked at her like a thirsty builder looks at a cold pint on a hot day. While she didn’t look much like Angel their bodies were similar, and yet somehow Carli’s looked more enticing; her short black dress clung to her like a second skin.
“Nice dress,” I noted, tipping my head in approval.
She looked down at it as if she had forgotten what she was wearing.
“Oh, thanks… I guess. Do you always go around complimenting strange women?”
This kind of banter was not unusual between us, Carli and I weren’t ‘friends’ exactly, but we seemed to be on each other’s wavelength and somehow she knew that Angel wasn’t necessarily the right girl for me.
“Especially since you’re getting married soon…”
She couldn’t fail to notice the tiny grimace I made at the mention of the ‘M’ word and lowered her voice a touch. Suddenly we were the only ones left in the kitchen and everything seemed a little ‘off’.
“So how are things with you and my ‘lovely’ sister?”
“Good…” I said, unconvincingly.
“You don’t sound very sure.”
“Don’t I?”
“Not really, no. Are you having doubts?”
I tried to focus on formulating an acceptable answer, but my attention was hijacked by the incredibly sexy woman in front of me. Her dress really was incredible and her shoes, fucking hell, the sluttiest black sandals I’d ever seen with her pretty red painted toenails peeping out of them. Jesus!
“It’s great, “ I finally sighed, unconvincingly.
“It’s okay,” she said, moving a little closer. “You can tell me.”
I looked at her sipping her wine, her bright red lipstick smearing onto the glass while I pictured it smeared across the head of my cock.
“I really can’t,” I said.
“You never know,” she said. “Maybe I can help?”
‘You could help all right,’ I mused silently.
She pressed further, until I finally caved and explained what was wrong.
“Angel’s great, but the sex is a little…”
“Dull?” prompted Carli.
“Well, I wouldn’t say that…”
“Wouldn’t you?”
“No, I mean… it’s just… it’s just a bit… vanilla.”
Carli looked at me with a glint in her eye.
“Oooh, yeah… Angel is vanilla, very, very vanilla. I thought this might come up because you seem a bit more switched on than most of her previous blokes.”
A heavy pause fell between us.
“In fact you seem much more like the kind of guy I would date.”
Oh fuck. This was not good.
“Angel is beautiful, she’s total arm candy… but the problem with candy is that after a while it gets a bit sickly and you find yourself craving something savoury. Isn’t that right?”
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck!
“Are you craving something ‘savoury’ Lee?”
I stared into her dark eyes, my cock becoming tightly confined in my shorts and beginning to need an urgent adjustment.
“Yes Carli. I am…”
FUCK!
She looked towards the door of the kitchen then grabbed my hand and led me out through the back door into the garden. She pulled me along as we followed the fence down the long garden path past the shed and the upturned wheelbarrow and on towards the orchard. Once there she stopped and pushed me against one of the trees and kissed me hard, her hands already pulling at my jeans and trying to free my throbbing meat.
Our mouths were meshed together hard, both of us groaning as her fingers closed around and started to pump my cock.
“Yeah,” she said. “You like that?”
“Uh huh,” I replied.
“Angel doesn’t do it like this does she?”
“No…” I finally admitted. “I need someone like you.”
“Let’s see,” she said as she crouched down in front of me and took my cock balls deep in one motion.
“Jesus Fucking Christ,” I hissed.
Carli groaned into my groin as she sucked my pulsating rod, her fingers pulling my jeans down further to give her more access to my balls. At first she was gentle, but as she continued to suck me she got rougher and rougher, pulling on and squeezing my balls until I was wincing.
I felt the cool air encircle my cock as she pulled it out of her mouth.
“If you want a girl like me, you’ve got to let me do what I want,” she said firmly.
“Okay, just… don’t stop.”
Carli’s hand gently stroked along the length of my cock, it was so fucking hard I could scarcely believe it.
“You want to fuck me so bad don’t you?” Carli asked breathlessly.
“Yes.”
“I think you’d do just about anything to fuck me wouldn’t you?”
“Yes… anything. Please…”
“What about if I let you fuck me in the ass?”
“Oh, God… yes.”
Carli’s head slammed forward and she swallowed my cock again, her fingers roughly squeezing and pulling on my balls until I was writhing in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“I’m coming,” I hissed a little louder than I really meant to.
Carli continued to suck, squeeze and pull me until I started to tense up, my balls contracting madly as I fired their contents into my future wife’s sister’s mouth.
Carli didn’t miss a beat and kept sucking until she was sure I was bone dry. Finally she lifted herself back up to her feet and went to kiss me. At the last second I realised she still had my cum in her mouth and I turned my head away.
She took a step back and gave me an angry look, then spat the contents of her mouth all down the front of my shirt, before strutting back up the garden towards the house. I heard the back door open and close and I stared down at the mess on my shirt. How the hell was I going to explain this?
I quickly pulled up my jeans and suddenly I felt rather cold. But then I started to panic. What if there were people in the kitchen now. If Carli came in the back door and then I followed a minute later that was going to look as shady as fuck.
I crept up the garden, trying to keep near the fence where it was darkest, until I got to the patio. I looked in the kitchen window and breathed a sigh of relief. It was completely empty.
Result! I could grab a beer and ‘accidentally’ spill it down my shirt, that should wash away the evidence…
I moved quickly towards the back door and grabbed the handle. Oh fuck no, it was locked…
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and pulled it out, it was a text from Angel.
“Where are you? I’ve looked everywhere.”
FUCK.
Now what?
