When she finally did, years later, she even made it a point to show them to me whenever she could, as though flaunting the fact hers were now even bigger than my own. Thank god she grew out of the jealousy thing, though by then of course, it was a pride thing for her for some damn reason. Now at least…she seems to have gotten past that as well. She even went so far as to tell me out there that she thought my breasts were more beautiful than her own. And I think she actually meant that.”
I couldn’t believe I was hearing this, though to make matters worse, I was getting hard again standing there looking out the window at my sister-in-law, along with my own bare-breasted wife standing next to me.
Tom sat up looking in our direction.
“I’d better get back out there,” Henry said, refilling their glasses. “I’ve already been gone too long as it is. She’ll be wondering,” she giggled. “No doubt wondering if we’re not standing here even now…fucking in the kitchen.”
The look in my wife’s eyes told me she was actually considering that. Like I said, when Henry had a few drinks, she got pretty horny, and it was evident she was now. Her own nipples had crinkled up into an amazing hardness. She always had had pretty thick protruding nipple-points whenever she became aroused, her areolas, though smaller and not nearly as dark in color as her sisters were, were nevertheless just as alluring.
And especially now as she actually reached up and tweaked them with her own fingers. She laughed looking down at the bulge in my shorts. She turned heading back through the door, drinks in hand, opening it with her back as she turned briefly towards me before stepping outside once again. “And don’t you dare do anything with that,” she grinned. “Save it for later.” And with that she was gone, once again walking out towards her sister who now spun around in her chair, reaching up accepting the drink Henry offered her.
I saw her look past Henry towards the house, curiously. Though I had remained back well within the room still watching. Henry took her own seat, facing her sister, breasts now pointing towards one another, my wife’s nipples still clearly and obviously erect. Even Tom noticed that looking directly towards them. For a moment I thought she might actually reach out towards one, though she didn’t, tossing her head back in a laugh instead as they shared something.
“Fuck this!” I said unzipping my shorts. No way in hell was I going to pass this moment up, an opportunity like this might never present itself ever again.
It felt wickedly perverse standing there jerking myself off over the sink, staring out the window, though by now both girls were laying down again. Even so, the sight of their heavenly breasts pointing skyward was enough to get me off. I shot my spunk into the sink, feeling even more wicked as I did so, though once the lusty edge had given way, I felt sheepish again. I quickly washed away my pleasure, ensuring there remained no trace of my wanton act, and then headed back upstairs to change.
I chastised myself on the way upstairs, shaking my head. Tom hadn’t been here even twenty-four hours yet, and already she’d become a complication for me. It was going to be a long…a very long two weeks if things continued at this rate.
**
Later that evening, well after dinner as everyone finally retired for bed, I lay there in our bed waiting for Henry to complete her nightly ritual as she removed the little bit of makeup she wore, brushed her teeth, brushed out her long glorious hair. I smiled inwardly. The wine we’d had with dinner had been just enough to sustain the day long buzz she’d been nurturing.
The twinkle in her eye, and her mischievous grin as she got ready for bed, confirmed the fact she was still horny too. Moments later she emerged from the bathroom, though wearing a simple pullover camisole which looked sexy as hell on her, I knew then she wanted what I did. And I made a point out of showing her my own arousal, the sheet fully tented upwards over my hard erect cock.
“Not here,” she whispered, then surprising me as she headed on tip-toes towards the door. “Tom might hear us.”
“Fuck!” I said to myself thinking it without saying it aloud. “So what?” I thought. “Can’t we be quiet…in here?” I did ask.
“Sure, if you really want to, we can,” she informed me, not yet turning the door-knob. “But I’m in a dirty…horny mood, and don’t much feel like keeping it all inside. So…which do you want? Are all nice and comfy quiet here? Or outside back by the pool on a blanket where we can moan and groan as much as we want to?”
I slipped out of bed, as she turned the knob on the door. The two of us silently padded on bare feet down the hallway towards the stairs, and then outside where we crossed towards the pool area. The only lights being those from the pool itself, giving us a rather erotic little atmosphere to enjoy as Henry spread out the large padded comforter she’d brought outside with her.
“Much better,” she grinned, turning towards me as she lay down on it. “Now baby…come fuck me, and tell me what it was you actually did do and see there in the kitchen after I left.”
I should have known. Henry knew me even better than I knew myself. Seconds later I was behind her, fucking her doggy style, her favorite position. And all the while as I did so, I confessed to standing there watching my cum spurting all over the inside of the sink as I stood there staring at…the two of them.
**
I didn’t learn until much later, several days later in fact. Though we’d been very careful, and very quiet heading downstairs, Tom had been unable to go to sleep. She had heard our whisperings easily enough, even though she’d not been able to quite make out what was being said.
When she heard the door open from our bedroom, and then the soft quiet, almost secretive padding of our feet as we headed down the stairs and then outside, she had gotten up. Following at a safe unsuspecting distance, she had slipped out the sliding glass doors of the patio area, coming around the side of the yard rather from the back door entry. Unobserved, she had hidden behind the pool house, watching us as we lay there fucking on the blanket. She had eventually confessed all to her sister, unbeknownst to me, and that she had masturbated while watching us. Crying the entire time.
**
Even after our late night romp in the backyard, Henry as usual got up early for her morning run. As we lived only a few short blocks from the beach, she enjoyed running near the ocean, along the sand, listening to the waves as they came crashing in. It was her favorite part of the day, a chance to be alone, think…plan her day and simply collect herself. After all that had happened recently,
I expected she’d no doubt be gone a bit longer than usual. So much to consider, think about, and reason out in her head. I likewise did the same, though rather than running as I did so, I usually preferred to putter around the yard, or work on one of my many uncompleted projects out in the garage as I did so.
Still early, I had gone out to do just that, long before it got hotter in the day, before the winds picked up and began blowing that hot southerly wind in again. I knelt picking weeds out of the garden area. Though I left it up to Henry to arrange and thus decorate the gardens themselves,