Henry quit stroking my cock again, staring me straight in the eyes. “She was scared shitless Samuel, scared to death she really was making a big mistake. And as we all now know…including mom and dad, even though they’ve continued to press her into making it work…she was right, as we all were. They never should have gotten married to begin with.”
“Ok, ancient history. We all knew that, including your own sister apparently. But…”
“I’m getting to that,” she said, cutting me off. “She was upset, horribly so, and asked me to stay with her that night, in her room…in her bed, with her. So I did. We talked…we cried, we laughed a little. And then…”
“And then?”
“And then we kissed.”
“You kissed? What do you mean you kissed? You two kiss all the time.”
“Not like sisters kissing, not that night. We kissed, we tongue-fucked one another, and that led to the other thing. Before I knew it, realized it…I had my hands on my own sister’s cunt, and then I was caressing her, trying to soothe her, somehow quiet her crying, her fears, her anxiety, and maybe even my own. But as I fingered her, played with her, she calmed down…relaxed, began to enjoy it. As I was.”
“Holy shit Henry…you enjoyed fingering your sister.”
“Yes I did, and I enjoyed it when she fingered me in return. I mean, it just happened, we never did it again after that night, nor did we do anything else either. Just that…just finger-fucked one another. But…we did. And it seemed to help, both of us. Tom went through with the wedding, though obviously as it turned out, it was still a big mistake, but at least she got through it, as we all did. Anyway…I’ve heard her crying,
heard her again last night, long after we’d come back to bed. She’s still going through a lot of Samuel, and probably will be during her stay here. So…I was thinking, just in case, just in case we ended up in a position like that again, in case it happened again, that you should know.
I’m not opposed to doing that for her again if it should help her get through this. Strange as it may sound samuel…I do know my own sister, and I know that a little stress relief helps. And not the kind you give yourself either. Obviously, she’s been doing that. And maybe that helps a little, but not nearly as much as the love and affection from someone close to her.”
“Like you.”
“Yeah…like me.”
To this day, I’m not sure of what my answer would have been had my wife not been holding onto my cock at the time. Especially if I’d already come before then.
“Ok.”
“Ok? You’re ok if I do that for her…with her? If…she even wants me to, or allows it.”
“Yeah, I’m ok with it. IF, you honestly think it will help with all this, though I’m still not sure why it’s necessary for her to finger you too.”
“Because samuel…it also helps her to give back affection in an intimate way, as well as in receiving it, that’s why. Not to mention the fact, we’re about as different as night and day, something you sure as hell well know. And having done that, brought the two of us a lot closer, ever since that day. You know as well as I do, we never really used to speak on the phone at all. After that night…we did, at least once a week, and more after her divorce. So…that’s why.”
“Ok,” I said again.
“You’re sure? You’re ok with this?”
“No, I’m not sure…but yeah, I’m ok with it. I trust you. I trust your judgment. Always have, always will. If you honestly think this will help your sister get through this, and as long as it doesn’t backfire on either one of us…yeah, I’m ok with it. Only one thing I will ask you though.”
“Which is?”
“She knows…that I know, and agreed to let you do it.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“No problem.”
“Oh yeah? And why is that?”
“Because I told her yesterday out by the pool that I think you’d agree to go along with it before I did it. Told her I wanted to discuss it with you first before we did anything. She said she wanted to make sure you were indeed ok with it, before we did anything. She really does love you Samuel, and doesn’t want you to be worried about anything, or think ill of her in any way. And that’s also why I told her she should come up, leave the door open a little bit while she showered and then pleasured herself. But not before she was sure you were peeking in on her.”
I stood there staring at my wife. “You’re kidding me right?” Henry just smiled. “You set me up? Set this up?”
“Thought it might be a good way to broach the subject with you yes…not every day a husband hears that his wife wants to finger-fuck her own sister.”
She had a point there.
“OK, so now what.”
“Now I make you cum. And you can even think about the two of us fingering one another while I do that.”
Henry was right. I did.
**
It’s amazing how things changed after that. Not rapidly mind you…gradually, slowly. But in hindsight, looking back now, it was probably the best thing that could have ever happened.
After my nice slick, soapy hand job there in the shower, where I came in what felt like gallons, so intense my orgasm, standing there, imagining the two of them, my wife and her sister, fingering one another, well yeah…admittedly, it was a turn on, wicked as it really was.