The broken hearts – 3

Even though I was half expecting it…I was still taken by surprise at the enormity of it. I had no clue…no idea, even warned beforehand. Sure, I had heard about it, even seen it once (sort of) in a video…but never, ever…anything like this. And even then, I didn’t quite actually see it, just felt it, especially with her still wearing her panties. Sophia seemed to draw in her breath at some point, actually holding it for a long moment as her body tensed, seemed to hang there, and then just explode all at once. And as she cried out, as she finally expelled her breath, I felt this enormous liquid saturation suddenly pouring out of her, all over me…us,

Charlie and Suzie Q. I felt my sister’s fluids, her juice pouring through her panties, all over my cock, down my legs, saturating my balls and everything below that. She thrashed above me, still crying out deliriously as her orgasm swept through her, over her, and around her all at once. Eventually she collapsed, her full body covering mine, her breathing still labored as she fought to finally control it. When she eventually did, she sat up, her face flushed, blushing just a little.

“I warned you,” she said. “Hope that didn’t freak you out though,” she then added. “It’s been a while…a long…long while, since I’ve come quite like that.”

“Freak me out? No. Surprise me? Yes…but damn sis…that was nice, really…really nice.”

In truth, at first…I thought she was actually peeing on me. But even if she had been, if that’s what she’d actually done, I was amazed that the thought of her doing that didn’t bother me. And even after I learned, it was purely and simply a woman’s full on squirting ejaculate instead, I was intrigued by it, stimulated, and now looked forward to seeing her doing it again.

“Fuck!”

“What?”

“We’re going to need to make the bed again,” she announced. “That…and now I need to wash the comforter too.”

I laughed. “You go get the sheets…and I’ll start stripping the bed.”

“Deal,” she said as she slipped out of the bed. “And then after that…you go downstairs, watch some TV for a while and relax. I’ll bring you a beer while you’re doing that. And then later…after dinner, I’ll show you something else fun,” she hinted with that knowing look of hers.

I swatted her ass again as she dodged me heading out into the hall towards the linen closet, giggling the entire way.

And I knew even as she did that…I wanted to fuck her more than anything. Not just fuck her however, make love to her. I stood there realizing even as I repeated the words. More than anything in my life at the moment…I wanted desperately to have sex with my own flesh and blood.

**

I sat on my recliner sipping my beer, half watching the TV, half looking at my sister. Sophia sat in her chair sipping on one as well. She was still mostly naked, though I was too. Still wearing her cum-drenched panties, explaining to me when she came walking in while still wearing them, that she wanted to “feel” me for a while, as well as smell me…smell us all mingled together as if it was just one more aphrodisiac that turned her on. I was just starting to get amorous again simply looking at her when the sound of the doorbell upstairs alerted us both that we were about to have company.

“Shit! I forgot! Marsha said she might be dropping by later. Wanted to show me the new dress she got for her niece’s wedding!” Jumping up, she tossed on her bathrobe, about the only thing she could do, and hurried towards the stairs.

“What should I do?” I asked. I had nothing to wear, and really…no place to go either.

She turned briefly before bounding up the stairs in order to answer the door. “You stay where…and how you are. I’ll come back in a bit and let you know how things are going,” she informed me. “Oh…and if you finish that one, you can finish my beer,” she added. And with that…she was gone.

It was a strange sensation, sitting there naked, company in the house. I could hear the two of them talking briefly, though without being able to make out what was being said, talking in low tones, and then giggling. Seconds after that, the sounds of the two of them moving off, heading upstairs. And then parting, one set of feet heading back downstairs again, the others heading up. I figured Marsha was heading up towards the bedroom, with Sophia now coming down, which she confirmed seconds later as she rounded the corner of the hallway peeking in at me.

“She wants to show me how it looks on her,” she stated. She then paused, considering, and then grinned. “If you want a peek at her…give us a minute. I’ll leave the door cracked for you,” she said, and then hurried back up the stairs again.

I had in fact met Marsha a number of times. She was Sophia’s best and dearest friend. Only a year or two younger than Sophia, they had very often gone out together at least once a month and even golfed together on a league during the summer. I had even kissed her once, under the mistletoe during Christmas time a few years back. It had all been fun of course, everyone was kissing everyone under that sprig there beneath the doorway in the hall.

The thing was, she’d slipped me the tongue when doing so, which had caught me off guard, just luckily for me, my wife hadn’t been around at the time to have seen that. But even after losing Mila, Sophia had once let it be known to me that if I was interested, Marsha was too. She’d gotten divorced a year after that Christmas party. No surprise there. Her husband had been fucking the hostess at the time, another one of their mutual friends. She was attractive, admittedly…but honestly, other than her looks, just not my type.

Marsha was a natural red-headed beauty, of Irish descent, with splotches of freckles on her shoulders that actually looked sexy, not to mention the few that seemed sprinkled on her chest as they disappeared down into the low-cut gown she’d been wearing at the time. I sat there thinking about what Sophia had just said to me…”If I wanted a peek?” Surprised that she’d even venture down that road with me…let alone with Marsha.

Still, there was something about the way she’d said that, hinting at it, that said more. Intrigued, I figured I’d given them plenty of time to start trying on dresses, and hurriedly, yet quietly made my way up the stairs. Sure enough, approaching my sister’s bedroom door, I could see it was open just a crack. And though I was naked, and surely in a precarious situation here if I was discovered, the sounds of their laughter and giggling drew me closer towards the door.

“Well? What do you think?” I heard her asking as I planted one eye against the opening peering inside. Marsha was standing in front of the full-length mirror just inside the closet admiring herself, with Sophia standing off to one side. She was wearing an elegant floor-length emerald green dress, though with the bright red hair, she admittedly reminded me of Christmas all over again. The one obvious thing about it, her boobs looked like they were about to pour out of it, which Sophia then addressed in fact.

“It’s a beautiful dress honey, just make sure you don’t bend over though, or move too quickly one way or the other, or your girls will make a sudden unannounced appearance.”