“It’s not even Halloween. It’s March. That’s basically the opposite of Halloween.”
“Well it’s an anti-Halloween party then. It’s the best time! Costumes are so cheap! Come on. Don’t you love me?”
Mike watched his girlfriend bat her eyelashes and pout. He had already effectively given up the moment she asked, but stubbornness won out.
“Claire, you know I love you. More than anyone. But I don’t even have a costume. Where will I find one in” – Mike checked his watch with elaborate verve – “six hours?”
“You know, I just so happened to be out shopping today.”
Mike rolled his eyes theatrically. “Shocking. What did you get?”
“It’s a superhero! Generic superhero. With a mask. No one will even know you’re there! Except me. And Clara, of course.” On cue, Mike’s sister waved sarcastically from the sofa, barely looking up from her book.
Mike grumbled. He sighed. He shrugged. “Fine. Fine!”
Claire stepped in to give him a soft kiss. “I love you too. Thank you.”
Mike softened. He knew Claire had him wrapped around her finger. “What are you wearing?”
“We’re going as cat-women.”
“Like, furries? And what do you mean we?”
“Bodysuits and masks and tails. Normal masks. Nothing too extreme. But very sexy.” Mike gulped as she whispered this last into his ear.
“Sounds good. Um. Is it, uh, revealing?”
“What, don’t think I have anything to show off?” Her indignant look left Mike scrambling for words.
“No! No. You have so many things. Uhm.” He stared at her ample chest as she raised an eyebrow. Some time later, he noticed. “It’s just…” Mike looked over her shoulder to Clara sitting on the sofa, still reading.
His sister looked up from her book. Expression flat, she raised a hand and curled it. “Meow.”
Claire followed his gaze and giggled. “No! Well, yes, it’s very revealing. But why was your first thought how your sister would look in it, you pervert?”
Mike was lost for words until he saw the laughter dancing in her eyes. “I definitely had two-” He leaned over to stare at her ass “or three thoughts before that.”
“You better have.” Claire leaned in for a gentle kiss with a touch of heat. “Come on. I want to model it for you.”
She dragged Mike by the hand into her bedroom off the main area. He slumped onto the bed as she shimmied out of her trousers. Picking up a bag she walked into the bathroom, blowing him a kiss as she did.
Mike lay back on the bed. He wasn’t sure why he disliked parties so much. All he knew was that Claire seemed to need the occasional wild night to unwind. He knew he shouldn’t complain – after all, that was how he had met her. He couldn’t quite remember how Clara had convinced him to come to their apartment-warming. Perhaps she had given him a long, unblinking stare until he had given in. He knew he should thank her, too – the last two years with Claire had been incredible, and he knew Clara had helped push them together. He did still worry about his sister hearing their sometimes loud nights together though.
His thoughts were interrupted by a long, shiny, black-clad leg slinking from the bathroom door. The rest of Claire followed. The suit was the barest nod to feline form – skin tight black material revealed every curve of her taut, fit frame. The neckline, plunging to her navel, barely holding in her breasts, had a furred ruff at the collar. A tail waved from behind, and a mask covered her face from her nose up, ending in a pair of pointed cat ears. The black mask blended into her dark hair and warm, dark eyes. The overall effect was a powerful predator slinking towards her prey. Mike was very much into it.
He rose to his feet to meet her. Claire pushed into him, face angled up to meet him. They didn’t need words – their mouths met, hungry, devouring one another. Mike’s hands moved from her side to her legs to her ass, gliding and stuttering over the gloss of her costume. One hand found her ass and squeezed, pushing her further into him. Claire angled herself to grind against his crotch, feeling his hardening cock press back against her, her hands on his chest, gripping him, pulling him against her and using the leverage to grind against him harder.
They moaned in to one another. Mike thrust against her, propelled by need. Claire broke the kiss, and spun away, giving him a the perfect view of her narrow waist and flared hips, the light streaming through the window reflecting and hugging her curves as he had a moment ago.
“So, you like it then?” Claire asked.
“It helps that the person in it is the hottest woman in the world.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere. It has one killer feature you know.”
“What is it?”
She put a hand in the centre of his chest and pushed him back onto the bed. Mike raised his head just enough to see her hand working the central zipper, sliding it down impossibly far. Her dark landing strip came into view, stark against her pale skin, and somehow she kept going. The zipper ended just under the tail at the back. Mike licked his lips, for now consuming her with his eyes. Claire slunk onto the bed. The tension gone from the sides of the costume, her breasts spilled out, swaying with every prowl, dusky pink nipples standing proud. She drew level with his face, and didn’t slow. Mike almost caught a nipple in his mouth, but her chest drew up and away from him as her hips drew forward. In a moment, he was staring into the centre of her; her glistening wet slit inches from his mouth. He pushed his tongue out, aching for her.
Claire pulled away, practically leaping to the side.
“So you like it then?” she said, staring at the huge bulge in his trousers.
“Of course I do! Aren’t we going to -“
“Oh we don’t have time for that, I have to get ready!”
“It’s six hours away!”
“Are you questioning my routine?” her husky voice teased him gently.
Mike sighed. He couldn’t argue with the results, whatever magic she worked over the next hours would take her from beautiful to outright stunning. “I’ll leave you to it.”
“Mike?”
“Yes my love?”
“No jerking off when I go to get ready. It’s a big old house we’re going to tonight. I’ll need my superhero to protect me while we explore.“
Mike could feel himself twitch at her words. He was sure he was leaking a pre-cum puddle into his underwear. “Of course. I’ll just. Uhm.” Thoughts of doing anything other than taking his girlfriend then and there had left him – she still hadn’t zipped up, and a single nipple peeked coyly from her catsuit.
“Go talk to Clara! She could use the company.”
“Sure, sounds good.”
Mike waddled out to the main room, leaving Claire to get ready. He adjusted himself while still behind Clara – they were both adults, but he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.
He sat on the couch next to her. “Have fun?” She said, wryly, glancing at his poorly-hidden erection.
Mike stared back at her, unable to think of a response. Eventually, he decided on the trivial. “The costume is pretty cool, yeah.”
“It would be nicer if you would do this for Claire without having to be bribed by sex you know.”
“She didn’t have to bribe me! You know I’ll do anything she asks. I just have to put up a little fight. She has to think I have some backbone, at least.”
“How’s that gaslighting going?”
Mike stared at her, matching her blank stare with his own. Eventually a dry smile crept across both their faces. “Fuck you Clara.”
“Fuck me? Did she leave you that wound up? You really are sick.”
Mike found himself endlessly irritated by how much better at teasing Clara was. Mostly because she seemed capable of dealing with anything. He was five years older, just enough that they hadn’t really been close until her late teens. Their father’s death when Mike was ten had driven a wedge between them. Their mother’s death when Claire was nineteen had brought them closer again. In the decade or so since then she had found the most perfectly economical way to fluster him. Even seeing one another much more regularly since he’d met Claire hadn’t left him better armed; if anything, he felt more self-conscious that she heard him and her best friend going at it most nights. He needed to bring out the big guns.
“Says the one wearing that cat outfit. Are you going to leave it unzipped all the way tonight? Maybe finally find a man that can put up with you?”
As the words left his lips he wished he could call them back. He didn’t know why Clara was single – she was pretty, he could see it objectively. In fact, more than one person had told him that Claire and Clara looked like sisters, or twins. He couldn’t see it, but if Claire was beautiful, as he knew she was, Clara must be too – though he couldn’t see past her being his sister.
Clara’s mouth narrowed to a near invisible line, and her usually cold, dark eyes lit up with fury. She slammed her fist into his thigh.
“Ow, ow, I’m sorry, ow, I didn’t mean it,” Mike protested.
“You’re sorry all right, a sorry sack of shit!”
“I know, that was too far.” Mike knew he had hit too close to home.
Clara’s last boyfriend, Larry, had been a nice guy. They had been together for six years. When they broke up, Mike happened to run into him one day getting a coffee. He couldn’t help but ask, why had Larry left her? Larry could barely explain it himself.
“There’s a hole in her, somewhere,” Larry had said. “There’s something she wants, or needs, and I could feel I couldn’t give it to her. Have you ever felt like that? Like you weren’t enough for someone. I’m not just talking high standards here – I mean that every day I felt like she could see more and more of me and it didn’t line up with what she wanted.”
That was five years ago. The thought had played in Mike’s mind since. At some point, Clara decided whatever she saw in the men around her wasn’t enough – she treated them badly, and they left.
Mike reached out his arms, beckoning for a hug.
Clara socked him in the gut.
“Apology accepted.”
Mike felt like his breathing returned to normal a few minutes later. Feeling brave, he decided to ask the question. Again. “So, are you seeing anyone?”
The flat gaze pinned him to his seat again. “No. But…”
“That ‘but’ is a lot more than I’ve heard in the last few years.”
“A friend of mine is seeing this guy-“
“You dog.“
“It’s not like that. She is with this guy, and she wants me to. Uh. Be with him.” Clara’s face blazed red.
“You mean your friend wants you to have a threesome? This is a little too much, I think.”
“Then why did you ask? Anyway it’s not like that, it’s, we both know him and it might be safe- UGH, this is why I hate talking to you. Why are you like this?”
“Like what?”
“Like you don’t really want to know even after you ask! I just want a safe way to get out there without someone turning out to be a creep or a freak or a surprise one-night fling, okay?”
“Of course it’s okay. I just want to make sure you’re not going to get hurt. I do love my sister after all.”
Clara sighed. “Sorry. I’m a little tense.”
“Sounds like you should call this guy sooner rather than later huh?”
Her look pulled a sound from Mike that he could only describe as a “nervous giggle”.
“Seriously”, he said. “If you’re safe, have fun. It’s been a while. I just hope you can find someone you know, longer term.”
Clara sat in silence for a moment, and slumped into him. His arms went around her instinctively, holding her close.
After a moment, she picked herself back up, cheeks red. “Anyway, I should get ready. The party is in just over five hours!”
“Of course. Hardly any time at all. I’ll leave you to it.”
Mike was left to himself. He spent the next four hours making light snacks for Clara and Claire (snatched from behind mostly-closed doors), reading, playing video games, and eventually, spending twenty minutes to get ready.
He sat on the couch in his garish blue-and-yellow outfit, goggles pulled up, trying to make sure his dick was only semi-visible through the fabric rather than on total display. He wasn’t quite convinced when, at last, Claire and his sister finally emerged. For the first time, he understood what his friends had teased him about. He couldn’t tell which was which. Both sported the same outfit, same dark hair, dark eyes, same body shapes, and with the heels they’d chosen, identical heights. The masks covered enough of their faces that he couldn’t help but stare in amazement at the similarity of their lips and chins.
“Uhm, wow.” He kept his gaze carefully between them. When one struck a sexy pose, his first feeling was a wave of relief and moved close to her. “You look amazing.”
“I knew you were a pervert.” Clara’s high voice stopped Mike dead in his tracks. A wry grin spread across her face. He couldn’t be mad.
“Ha. Yes. Very good.”
Claire pushed herself close to Mike. “She does look good though. But keep those eyes on me, mister.”
“You got it.” Mike gave Claire a kiss, and the three of them set off for the party.
* * * * *
As they pulled up, Mike thought the house would be better described as a mansion. There had to be dozens of rooms.
“Whose house is this again?”
“Sarah’s dad’s place.”
“Of course. Who is Sarah?”
Claire rolled her eyes. “She’s a friend from school! We used to do this all the time, her dad would go out of town, we’d have a party, she’d get grounded. It’s just like old times.” She beamed at Mike even as he shook his head.
He could feel the beat of the music even from outside. Clearly they had a formidable sound system. The door was unlocked, and costumed bodies thronged inside. Claire took him by the hand, and he almost lost Clara, before grabbing her wrist and dragging her along. Quickly, they found a kitchen and poured drinks. Mike took two, quickly, to get over how self-conscious he felt in his costume. He didn’t need to – everyone here was fully committed. He later found out that Sarah had turned away a few who dared turn up in normal human clothing.
Claire and Clara quickly fell into chatting (screaming) to their friends. Mike, too, screamed at others over the pounding music. Football, video games, crypto. He could feel his will to live slipping. Claire came to his rescue, dragging him to the dance floor, and soon they pressed against one another in the mass of people.
Claire’s dancing quickly turned into grinding against him. There was an energy in the air, something about the masquerade that lowered inhibition more than just the flowing alcohol. The sense that anything was permissible; that taking off the mask would absolve all sins.
This is what Mike told himself as his hard cock poked obscenely into his costume, jutting hard into Claire’s pussy as she tried to fuck him through what he hoped and prayed was no more than three layers of clothing. They had never done anything like this in public, but a glance around showed him they weren’t alone. A man to his right had his hand in the harem pants of a genie, working feverishly. A woman to his left was on her knees in front of a man, fully clothed, her face pressed into his crotch. Everyone was technically decent; everyone was dashing into obscenity.
Claire turned towards him, kissing him long, hard, and deep. He reached up to cup a breast, and he felt rather than heard her moan into his mouth. She pulled back, and yelled something at him.
“What?”
“Hm m uhmm!”
“Meet you upstairs? Where are you going?”
“Pm! Tm mmmmm!”
Mike hoped he’d understood her right. He went to get another drink, before making his way upstairs a few minutes later. He tried a few doors. Most were locked. One was memorably unlocked, and he tried and failed not to stare at the sights within until someone threw a ridiculous feathered headdress at him. He closed the door and turned around to find his cat-like lover close to him. She pushed in for a searing kiss. She paused, then quickly withdrew, half-dragging him to a room that was effectively a storage cupboard. A rich person’s storage cupboard – low light, but plenty of room and a half-covered window.
The door closed behind them, and Mike heard her lock it. Light streamed in through a narrow slit between the blinds and the window frame, revealing her in moonlit half-glimpses.
She pressed against him, hard, pushing him against the walls, tearing at his clothing. He tore back, unzipping her as far as he could. She took over, unzipping herself the rest of the way, as his hands sought the warm softness of her breasts. Her nipples hard against his palm, she moaned into his mouth, still tearing at the pants of his silly costume. He gave in, and pulled his pants to his ankles himself. She sank with them, instantly licking at the head of his cock, sucking him, lapping at the river of pre-cum. She sucked him deep, soaking his length, and stood for another searing kiss.
Mike kissed her back, hard, his hand sliding down over smooth, unbroken skin until he landed at her soft, wet slit. He slid his fingers along her, coating them in her, and slid one, then another inside. She felt tight, and he worked her until she was panting into his mouth. He pulled his hand free, and reached down to grab her legs, lifting her onto a low cabinet. She leaned back, hands above her head, perfect framed in a beam of moonlight.
Mike soaked in the sight of her, the warmth of her dark eyes, her smooth, shaved mound, her mouth half-open and panting in need. He leaned over to kiss her, angled his hard cock just so, and slid inside. The sound she made was somewhere between a moan and a yelp, then a purr as he seated himself fully within her. The teasing earlier had taken its toll; he was harder than he could remember. Or maybe it was the outfits.
She worked her hips back against him, soft wet moans breaking against his lips; he slid into her slowly, their hips crashing together over and over. He ground himself against her, bottoming out, before driving himself in, and out. Her moans increased in pitch, and intensity. She practically screamed into his ear when she came, and she clamped down on him like a hot vice. He was barely able to ease his way out. He pulled away slightly, eager to drink in the sight of her again.
He looked at his hard cock sliding back into her. He saw her shaved pussy. Unbidden the memory came to him, asking Claire to shave all the way, just to see. She refused; she had tried it before and it was too uncomfortable, the landing strip left just enough coverage. He looked at her again. Was that a new, tiny mole next to her breast?
He felt short of breath. This wasn’t Claire.
The woman beneath him wrapped her legs tightly around him, pulling him back in, fucking her hips against his. His mind raced, slowly after a few drinks, but he wasn’t drunk. There was only one person it could be. Only one person knew it was him in this costume, and only two were dressed in the cat outfit.
He was fucking Clara. He was fucking his sister.
She reached out to pull him in for a long, deep kiss. He found himself returning it. He needed to stall for time. Was it a mistake? Could she know? He needed to be totally sure. He pulled back, and brushed at the mole. It came away; a small fragment of the cheap black costume. It must be Claire then. Maybe she wanted to indulge him by shaving bare. He stared at her smooth mound.
He thrust back inside her. But wasn’t she tighter than normal? He thrust again. It had to be Claire. Why would Clara try to fuck him? No. That was wrong. Why would Clara fuck him, was the question. Why would his sister be moaning on his cock, clearly about to cum again. It couldn’t be her.
Could it?
The thought sent him into a dizzying spiral. His lover came, hard, on his cock. He kept thrusting. He leaned in to kiss her, searching for any hint that this wasn’t Claire. If there’s even a chance, he thought. I should stop.
He kept thrusting.
Harder.
The thought that his stern, tender, intense sister could be the one panting hard beneath him remaking his mind. The masks, the unknown, the idea that they could do something so wrong and that it could feel like this. It didn’t matter any more who it was. Just for tonight, they were someone else. It wasn’t Mike and Claire, or Mike and Clara. It was the nameless superhero fucking the cat woman. And the superhero was getting close.
“I’m gonna cum”, he said.
She pulled him in for a hard, hot kiss, thrusting her hips back against him. His head slipped beside hers, and he kissed her neck, nuzzling into her. He couldn’t hold back any longer, and as her legs wrapped around his hips, holding him in, he came, hard and hot, rope after rope inside her.
“Cla- ah!”
When the storm subsided, he kissed her, again, softly, tenderly.
She kissed him back, and pushed him off. She zipped herself together, and made to leave. “Nice work”, she said, in a husky voice. Claire. He wasn’t sure if he was relieved or disappointed.
He took a moment to collect himself, tucked everything back in, and made his way downstairs. He found Claire quickly, and moved behind her, kissing her neck again. She pushed back against him, shrugging him off, and turned to give him a flat stare.
“Fuck, Clara, I’m so sorry.” He knew he said it, and knew she couldn’t hear him.
Claire rescued him, coming up and giving him a long, deep, half-drunk kiss. She muttered something into his ear at roughly the volume of a jet plane, and he nodded while staring at Clara.
Later, as they made their way home, he sat between them. He couldn’t help but look from one to the other, still unsure. He got home and felt like crawling straight into bed. He tried to pull Claire with him, but she was busy texting. Clara had already made for her own room, and Claire begged off. She went to the bathroom and had a long shower. When she came back, fresh and clean, she cuddled into him. He kissed her, softly, drinking in her scent, the feel of her. She kissed him, hard. Her hands began to roam. His did too. Soon they were naked, pushing against one another.
Mike’s hand worked down, feeling her smooth, bare mound. “What made you shave?”
She stared at him for what felt like a long time. “Maybe I just wanted to say thank you for Halloween in March.” Her normally husky voice had dropped an octave from shouting at everyone over the pounding music. “Why don’t you take a closer look.”
Mike didn’t object. He slid down, further than he needed to, kissing his way back up her thighs, drinking in the sight of her. He reached her slit, and took a long, slow lick. He lapped at her juices, and tongued her clit hard, then soft, then hard, until her thighs clamped around him.
“Ready for round two?” he asked. She nodded, slowly. He slid into her, and they made love, gently. Mike cupped her face, kissing her cheeks, her eyes, her neck, her lips. He arched his back and thrust into her; she arched hers to meet him. Their movements took on an intensity. He buried his face in her hair, slammed into her, wondered if she felt different to before. He wondered if he had fucked Clara. He looked into the warmth of her eyes, closing as she came. She clamped down on him gently, and he wondered if the two of them had worked together. He kissed her deeply, and wondered if his cum was inside his sister. He couldn’t hold back; he sank within her and panted as he came.
In moments, the two were asleep.
Mike slept fitfully, and woke to half-remembered dreams of cat suits and the unknown and a throbbing erection. He looked to his side, and saw Claire, half covered in the bed sheets, facing away from him. He realised that from this angle it could just as easily be Clara. He felt like kicking himself; how had he not seen the resemblance before? He had never even really looked at Clara – not properly, and not through the lens of lust. She was just there. And when they met, Claire had worn glasses. The similarity of their names had given him pause, certainly. Right up until Claire kissed him, at any rate.
He was sure he’d been with Claire last night. But the thought of being with Clara had awoken within him. He got up, quietly, and went to make coffee. He heard a door shut, and turned to see the bathroom door closing, moments before the shower started. He stared at the coffee pot in his hands, half full with water. He thought back to last night. He had to know.
Mike crept back to Claire’s room – their room, really, since he practically lived here. He peeked around the corner of the door, and saw Claire exactly where she had been lying before.
He crept further down the hallway. The apartment was old. High ceilings. Exposed piping. Keyholes in the doors. Of course, they used simple thumb-locks for the bathroom instead of a heavy tumbler key, leaving a perfect keyhole for him to press his eye against.
The room hadn’t yet steamed up. He saw Clara walking towards the shower. His sister, naked. Ass swaying. He tried not to focus on it. She stepped in, and turned, tilting her head back. The hot water ran down her body, slicking her breasts, her waist, and the focus of Mike’s purely innocent investigation: her pussy. He saw clearly she was shaved bare – just like whoever he had been with last night. He stood, too quickly, what little blood that wasn’t taken by his hard cock rushing from his head and washing him away in a wave of dizziness.
Claire chose that exact moment to leave their bedroom. She paused, looking at him holding on to the bathroom door handle for support. “Come on big boy, you can hold it for a few minutes. I need some coffee.” Her voice was gravelly, lower than he had ever heard it.
The thoughts seemed to slosh in Mike’s partly-fueled brain. Claire seemed to think nothing was wrong. Clara seemed to think nothing was wrong. Had he imagined everything? The image of his sister’s hot, wet body still seemed to shine in his mind. Eventually, he found his tongue, just where he had left it and not quite hanging out. “Sure. Let’s go.”
Mike made the coffee while Claire slumped at the table. “So,” she said, “did you enjoy yourself last night?”
“You know how I am at parties.”
“You know that’s not what I meant. Maybe it was just me that had such a great time though. I seem to remember cumming my brains out, but maybe it was all a beautiful dream.”
“Sssh! Clara could come in any second!”
“She’s a big girl, Mike. You know I think she might even have had sex before?”
“Ha ha yes okay, but let’s just keep it quiet. Please. Especially since she hasn’t… you know… in a long time.”
“That’s what you think.”
“What does that mean?”
“I have it on very good authority that she might have found herself a little something last night. Or maybe even a big something.”
Mike felt his breath catch in his throat. “A boyfriend?”
“Some big dick superhero, probably. Just watch her closely, see if she’s walking funny. I know I am.”
A moment later Clara came into the kitchen, making straight for the coffee pot, clad in a short robe. Mike felt his gaze travel up her legs, telling himself he was just doing as Claire said. He tried not to imagine what he had seen through the keyhole. He tried not to think of her half-costumed and groaning beneath him. He failed on both counts.
He looked at Claire, who arched an eyebrow at him. He felt his cheeks warm, shrugged, and took a long, long drink of his coffee. Clara slumped down at the table with them.
“So. What did you do last night? Or should I say who. Mm. Whom.” Claire couldn’t keep the grin from her face as she quizzed her housemate.
Clara gave her a wry smile and glanced at Mike, face resuming its flat mask. “I don’t know what you mean.” Her voice was as husky as Claire’s usually was. All three had dropped in pitch. Mike thought back to the two words he had heard last night, and felt his certainty erode further. He flashed back again to the hot feeling of his lover last night. Of her pressed against him. Kissing him deeply. Taking him within her.
“I think I’ll have my shower.” He made to stand. He sat down quickly.
“What’s wrong?” Claire asked. Clara simply stared at him. He stared back. Her eyes were so cold.
“Nothing.” he said. “Just finishing my coffee.” He drained the cup, left hand gently and cautiously tucking his hard cock into the waistband of his shorts. He risked standing, and quickly turned, scurrying for the bathroom. He thought he heard a giggle behind him, but turned to see both women talking quietly.
He turned on the shower and hopped in before it could even warm up. The cold water did nothing to calm him down. He couldn’t help but picture the night before. The half open catsuit, breasts spilling out. Shaven pussy. Her mouth on his cock. Her tongue lashing against his. His cock deep inside her as she came, hard. All of it could be Claire. All of it could be his sister. His hand pumped his cock. He thought of one, then the other, and knew he couldn’t tell the difference. The thoughts merged; the two together. One sucking his cock, one kissing him deep. It didn’t matter who was who, or how wrong it was. He came quickly, hot jets blasting the shower wall and rushing down the drain. He leaned into the cold wall, wracked with guilt and unsated lust.
If it was Clara, then Claire had to have been in on it. Unless she wasn’t. She’d talked about having sex, but did she mean at the party? Or when they got home? If it was Clara, then Clara had to know at least; he was the only one in that costume. Could his sister have tricked him like this? He thought of her flat gaze. She looked at him with a kind of mild annoyance, and had since he’d met Claire. As if he was stealing her best friend. Could it be bizarre revenge? Was she trying to split him up with Claire? Or was it something else?
If he had fucked Clara, that meant he’d cheated on Claire, too. And why did he find it so fucking hot? She was his sister. It was so wrong. Sure, they hadn’t been close, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t incest.
His thoughts ran in circles until they too went down the drain. He left the shower feeling numb. He couldn’t think of how to move forward, so he tried to put it behind him. He toweled off, clothed himself, and went to breakfast, smiling as if everything was totally normal.
* * * * *
Weeks passed and life seemed to fall back into the usual routine. He spent most nights at Claire and Clara’s, some nights at his own place. He and Claire made love as often as they had before, and his relationship with Clara stayed as normal as it had ever been. Thoughts of her body, flashes of her beneath him came to his mind. He dismissed them quickly. Mostly. Sometimes it took a few minutes and a lot of heavy breathing.
Normal life, until a month later, when he came into their apartment to find Claire wearing her costume. At least, he was fairly sure it was Claire.
“Why are you wearing that?”
“Oh? Don’t you like it any more?” She struck a long, stretched-out pose, arms above her head, hands laced, hips to one side. He couldn’t deny the skin-tight outfit showed enough to draw him in, and concealed enough to make him want more.
“Of course, it’s easy when there’s someone so hot in it.”
“That’s such a good answer.”
“But it’s still not Halloween. It’s probably even less “alloween than last time.”
“I know. But I was thinking about how much someone enjoyed this outfit last time. And it cost money, too! Why not wear it, and use it, and have a little fun.“
Mike closed the distance between them, pulling her close for a kiss. He grabbed her ass, kneading her into him. “I’m all for fun. Where’s Clara?”
“If that’s your idea of fun, I’m calling the police.” Her eyes sparkled as she teased him. Mike couldn’t help it, his cheeks flamed.
“No! I just mean… Can we be loud, is all.”
Claire gave him a long look. “Don’t worry. She’s out.” Mike replied with another, deeper kiss, and pulled at her zipper. “Ah ah! Not yet. Bedroom.” She pulled him forward, and patted him on the ass, pushing him gently ahead of her into the half-lit room. The door closed behind him, too quickly, and she pounced, pushing him onto the bed and mounting him, kissing him feverishly.
Mike ground his cock against her, aching against the too-many layers of clothing between them. His hands caressed her back, sliding down to her hips, her ass, pushing her harder against him. Their hands worked between them, together, as she tugged at his belt and he felt the warmth of her breasts in his hand. She struggled with his belt, he helped her, quickly shrugging out of his jeans, his underwear, and his shirt. She rose above him, slowly unzipping herself, revealing the hot, wet warmth of her inch by inch.
She sank down, pressing her hot, wet slit against him, but Mike ached for more. He grabbed her, pulled her down to the bed, rolling on top of her. She gave a high yelp. Too high. He paused for a split second, and shook his head. He kissed his way down her body, between the valley of her breasts, cupping them as he passed. Down to her smooth, shaved mound, kissing the rise before sliding down to lap her wetness. His tongue dove into her depths, back to her clit, and back to press further within her soaking slit. She let out a soft gasp as he renewed his attack on her clit, and she started to clamp his head in her legs.
She gasped again, and pulled him forward. He slid into her in a single hot, wet stroke. She cried out in a high yelp, practically squeaking beneath him. He had never heard her make noises like this before. He pulled halfway out, and paused. He looked down at her body. She felt different. She moved differently. He looked into her eyes, and she gave him a flat look back. He moaned, and sank back in. Her arms crept around him, holding him close. He thrust harder, hitting the angle just-so. She panted beneath him, writhing, bucking her hips back against him. She crushed him into her, cumming hard, clamping down on his cock. The feeling was incredible. The sounds came from his mouth, unbidden. “Oh, Clara.”
She froze. He froze. His stomach dropped as she reached up to her mask. Unclasping it behind her, she pulled it off, and he looked directly into Claire’s eyes. “You really are filthy.”
He felt light headed. He tried to dissemble. “What do you mean? I said “Oh, Claire, ah. What… did you think I said?”
She slapped his arm. “Don’t lie to me. I can see you shaking. You’ve been caught.” She pushed hard with one leg, and flipped him onto his back, following him to land on his crotch, his rapidly-shrinking cock trapped between them. “Tell me. Do you want to fuck your sister?”
“No!”
“Then why did you say her name?”
“It was an accident.”
“An accident. If I ‘accidentally’ called you Brad would you believe me? Or would you know I was thinking about fucking someone else?”
“Who’s Brad?” Her eyes blazed. “Sorry, sorry!”
“Should I tell Claire that her brother thinks about her while he’s fucking me?”
“Please. Don’t.”
“Then tell me the truth!”
Mike thought for a moment. Claire could always tell when he lied. He was sure their relationship was over. But he could hopefully stop her from telling Clara. “At the party. Last month. When we had sex in the closet. Maybe because I was drunk, I don’t know, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t you. Maybe it’s because you shaved for the first time, or the costume, or something. But then the only other person it could have been was Clara, in that costume.”
“So you’ve been thinking about fucking her for a month?”
“I haven’t been thinking about fucking her!” he lied. She arched an eyebrow. “I haven’t really, but I thought I might have done it. And it made me look at her differently. I saw how much she looked like you.”
“Aw, how sweet. You want to fuck your sister because she looks like your girlfriend. Thank you, prince charming.”
“Are you going to tell her?”
“I’m going to think about it.”
“And… us?”
“I’m going to think about it.”
Mike could only nod. “I’m sorry.” He felt his face start to crumple. He knew he was disgusting. He couldn’t help it.
Claire looked, for a moment, like she was reaching out to caress his face and comfort him. She seemed to snap back, and jumped off him. Her back turned, she spoke. “You didn’t choose to feel like this. Please don’t be upset. I just need to think for a few minutes.”
Mike took comfort in her words, if only a small amount. She left the room, and he distantly heard the shower start. His thoughts circled, and he wondered if either of the women in his life would be able to look him in the eye ever again.
Clara came home shortly after. He could hear them chatting in the hallway. Fear gripped him, but he soon heard them giggling. Claire was putting on a mask of normality. Their chatter seemed endless and indistinct. Before Mike knew it, he had fallen asleep.
* * * * *
He woke in the morning to find Claire staring at him. Before he could speak, she began.
“Here’s what we’re going to do. You didn’t choose this. But I need to know how you really feel. I’m going to test you. I’m going to find out if you really, really want to do that, or if it’s just an idea that won’t leave. And once I know for sure how you feel, we’ll decide where we’re going. Okay?”
Mike sighed in relief. There was hope. “Okay.”
“First question. Who is your girlfriend?”
“You, Claire!”
“Are you sure I’m Claire?”
“Of course I am!”
“Look at me. Closely. What’s the biggest difference between me and your sister?”
“Your eyes.”
“How?”
“Yours are warm. Alive. Hers are flat. Angry.”
“You really think she’s angry?”
“Don’t you?”
“I think she looks calm. Reserved.” Mike wasn’t sure what to say in response. Claire continued. “Honesty, from now on. Who do you think about fucking?”
“You!”
“And?” Mike gulped. He couldn’t say it out loud, could he? Claire glared at him. “And?“
“Clara,” he whispered.
“Good. Honesty is good.”
“Did you tell her?”
“No. I won’t, unless I feel like you really want to do it. Then I think she should know, don’t you?”
“No!”
“Well, that doesn’t really matter any more. Come on. Let’s get breakfast.” Mike slouched to his feet. He padded to the door before being pulled short. “One last thing, Mike.” She pulled him in for a gentle kiss. “I still love you. No matter what. This might lead us somewhere where we can’t stay together, but I can’t help how I feel either.”
Relief washed over him, deeper this time. “I love you too. Forever.” He kissed her again, and she gave a soft smile before dragging him behind her.
At breakfast, he avoided looking at Clara until she asked him a direct question. Claire had to nudge him to get a response over whatever inane thing he was doing today. The other two shared a look, while he stared into his coffee.
The three went to work. That night, he came home later, and Claire was waiting for him in their bedroom. She beckoned him closer, pulling him in for a hard kiss. “I need you.” Mike didn’t hesitate. Moments later, they were naked together, and Claire’s hand was wrapped tightly around his cock.
“Mm. Someone is eager,” she said.
“Well, someone is hot. Can’t help it.”
“You want me to climb on top of you? You want me to put my hot pussy on your cock and have you deep inside me?”
“God, yes.” Mike throbbed in her hand.
“Or do you want me to call Clara in and you can fuck her hot, smooth pussy?” Mike said nothing, but couldn’t help it. His cock surged. “I see.”
She worked her way down his body. He could feel her hot breath on his cock. “Do you want me to suck it?”
“Uh. Yeah?” Claire’s only response was to practically inhale his cock, sucking him deeper than ever before. “Oh fuck, Claire, that’s amazing.”
She pulled off. “So you got my name right this time.” She smirked at him, and started to lick at the head of his cock. Her tongue danced across the sweet spot just under the head, and she alternated licking and sucking. Mike felt himself starting to get close. Claire’s efforts intensified. She stroked him as she sucked, trying to pull the cum from him. “Do you want Clara to eat your cum?”
Mike came with no warning, blasting his hot load across Claire’s face until she could get her mouth over the head of his cock. She sucked and swallowed, before wiping her face with a tissue.
Mike lay on the bed, panting. Claire straddled him, working her way up his body. “How is it that she makes you cum like that? You did a bad job Mike.”
“So-mmph.”
Claire settled onto his mouth. “Put your apologies deep in here.” Mike’s tongue begged forgiveness, even as the thought of Clara sucking the cum out of his cock seared through his mind. He’d restricted himself to only fantasies around what he’d seen, or what might have happened. Claire’s probing was finding new ground. Soon, he was hard again, and Claire was cumming on his mouth. She groaned out her orgasm.
“You are – ah – forgiven. For now. I need this cock in me. Don’t think about your sister.” Claire slid down and impaled herself on Mike, leaning in for a hot, hard kiss. “Fuck, I love this cock. Keep fucking me like this and maybe I’ll even get past your fantasies.”
“It’s not really -“
“Not really what? Not like you really want to fuck your sister?” Claire started to slam her hips into him. “So if she came in, right now, and asked you to fuck her instead?”
“I’m with the woman I love!”
“Don’t you love your sister? Okay, fine. So you wouldn’t fuck her right now. Maybe you’d just tell her to sit on your face.”
Her words left him uncomfortable. The images she conjured pushed him closer to the edge. He couldn’t help but imagine his sister’s hot, smooth pussy on his tongue. Imagine her and Claire pressed together, writhing against one another. Kissing. He came, hard, cum boiling out of him. His hips shot up, slamming deep into Claire, sending her over the edge. She clamped down on him hard, pushing him higher and further.
They came to a moment later, drenched in sweat. Mike caught his breath. “Are you enjoying this?” He asked.
Claire gave him a flat look so close to Clara’s that he felt disoriented. “Don’t push it.”
Suitably cowed, Mike drifted off to sleep. His dreams were once again filled with Claire and Clara, guilt and arousal, shame and sex. He woke in the dark to see a silhouette grinding on top of him, his cock sheathed inside her. He didn’t dare say her name. He knew it was Claire. A part of him longed for it to be Clara. The guilt ate at him while he thrust back into her, drawing a delighted gasp. He pulled her close, kissing her neck, driving into her. His hands traced her back, held her ass, her legs, her hands. He felt her tight warmth grasp him, felt her breath roughen in his ear. He grew close too. “Claire.” She stiffened as he came. In moments they were asleep again.
Claire woke him with a soft kiss. “You did well last night. Almost lost it, but redeemed yourself later. Keep it up.”
He watched her sashay away, and remembered how hard it was to focus only on her. He still couldn’t get rid of the thoughts. He couldn’t explain why they arose in the first place, not really. A series of chances and coincidences. He’d probably never know. But he could work to get better.
In the weeks that followed, he tried to normalise his relationship with Clara. They talked more, and he worked to get past being uncomfortable. It worked, maybe too well. He caught himself staring at her, more than once. She stared back, blank, until she raised one sardonic eyebrow and his face flushed. He wondered every day what was happening inside her mind, if she suspected his fantasies. He knew she couldn’t, because he hadn’t been cast out, tarred, and feathered. But he had long given up on controlling the thoughts that arose in his mind, reality be damned.
Claire’s assault became relentless. They were having sex twice as often, and most times Claire mentioned Clara, usually trying to get him to cum just by describing things he wanted to do to her. Eating her out, fucking her from behind, cumming in her mouth, fucking her ass, sucking her tits, kissing her, over and over and over. Mike felt drained. He felt like he was sliding backwards. It was like every mention of Clara had him half-hard, while Claire wanted him to show he could restrain himself.
Things came to a head.
“Mike, you clearly still want to fuck your sister. Am I right?”
“I’m trying! But you keep talking about her when I’m about to cum!”
“Answer the question!”
“Yes! Fine! Yes!”
“At least you’re still honest. I’ve been trying to help you Mike. You’re supposed to think of the person you’re with. When I mention her, I’m trying to override what you are thinking with what you are feeling. But enough.”
“Enough?” Mike felt uneasy. He didn’t want to lose Claire. He certainly didn’t want her to tell Clara.
“Enough. You can’t stop thinking about her, so I’m going to give you one last chance. One last override. One chance to never have to deal with the guilt of being with me and thinking of her again.”
“I’ll try.”
“You better. Go home to yours, but come over tomorrow.” Mike nodded, and made for the door. “And Mike?” He turned back. She kissed him, softly. “I still love you.”
“I love you too. I’m sorry.”
Mike left and wrestled with the guilt all night. He knew, truly, he could no longer change what he wanted. A switch had been flipped that he couldn’t un-flip. But he could try to hide it, for Claire. He loved her, truly. But the thoughts of his sister haunted him.
The next day, Mike came to Claire’s apartment after work. He let himself in to find the lights already dimmed, and Claire waiting for him in the cat outfit, eyes and face almost invisible in the mask and the dark of the room. Wordlessly, she pulled him by the hand to the bedroom. She pulled him in for a searing kiss, pulling the clothes from his body. His hands roamed over her, caressing her ass, her back, her neck. He broke the kiss to shed the last of his clothes, and she stepped back, striking the exact pose that Clara had tricked him with before. He stayed strong.
He moved in to kiss her mouth. He kissed her neck, drawing high sighs. He kissed down her chest, bringing moans. He reached her zipper, and opened her all the way, kissing further until he reached her smooth, bare mound. He kissed the join between her thigh and lips, one side, then the other. He kissed her slit, flowered open in lust. He breathed on her clit, swollen and eager, until her hips arced almost imperceptibly towards him. He dove in, sucking, bringing a high squeak from her, totally unlike Claire’s sultry moans. He stayed strong.
He licked and lapped until her thighs clamped down on him, and licked and lapped more, until she pulled him away. He crawled up her, kissing his way back along her chest, pausing to capture a nipple and tease it with his tongue. He kissed his way further, to her neck, her jaw, her mouth. He took his dripping cock and rubbed it along her hungry slit, as she panted her need into his mouth. He pushed the tip into her searing wet heat, further, inch-by-inch seating himself deep within her. She writhed against him, thrusting hard and kissing harder, urging him deeper with her legs. His cock ached within her, flashing in and out. She moved just-so, low lamplight catching her eyes. He stared at their warmth.
“I love you Claire.”
Her eyes went flat, what he could see of her expression blank. It called to mind immediately that night at the party, the sight through the keyhole, the wild fantasies that Claire had beaten him with, the thoughts and feelings he had been fighting for so long, the hot wet need of her against him. He broke. “Oh fuck, Clara, yes.”
She bucked against him, pushing him away, over, onto his back. She followed, trapping his cock between them. She reached up to unclasp her mask, and pulled it off. He saw the flat look flare into wild heat as his sister rushed into kiss him. Clara ground herself against his cock, angled herself, slipped it back within her. She fucked him like a woman possessed, mewling into his mouth, slamming her hips into his, taking the whole length of his cock over and over. She came, hard, and Mike thought he would lose his cock – she pushed him over the edge, and he splashed what felt like a pint of cum inside his sister.
It took a moment for the stars to clear, but when they did, Mike was more confused than ever. He stared at his sister smiling down at him. “Is this a dream? Where is Claire? What the fuck is happening?”
Her face resumed its usual flat stare. Clara flopped face-down on the bed beside him. “Go find Claire. She’ll explain everything.”
Mike stared at her for a moment, face hidden in the pillow, and stood. He pulled on his trousers, and opened the bedroom door to find Claire sitting on the ground outside it.
She stood, took him by the hand, and dragged him to the couch. They sat, not quite as close as they would normally.
“Claire?”
“Yes, my love?”
“What the fuck is going on?”
“You mean why-“
“No more games. No more fucking about. Explain, now.”
“Clara is… very special to me. I sometimes feel like she’s my sister too. The fact that people mistake us for sisters doesn’t help. But that doesn’t matter. I love her. Not the same way I love you, but I do. I’d do anything for her. She’s so alone Mike. She holds herself apart from everyone because she’s terrified, all the time. Do you know how many guys I’ve tried to set her up with? How many girls, even? She can’t even keep her friends because she’s so terrified of losing them, just like she lost your parents. She has landed on two people she feels mostly safe with – and one of them is me.”
“Are you saying I’m the other one? She doesn’t act like it.”
“No, she doesn’t. She acts like that to you because she thinks it’s only a matter of time until you leave, too, even if she feels safe now.”
“That’s pretty sad. And wrong. I’d never leave her.”
“I know that, and you know that. Someone else doesn’t.”
“So…?”
“So she’s still a person with needs. She needed to find someone. She can’t live her life as an island. So, I had an idea.”
“The costumes?”
“She took some convincing. The plan was simple. Get us mixed up. Give you a kiss. That’s all. See how easy it is to be with someone. It wouldn’t have worked with anyone else – she hasn’t let anyone get close in years.”
“A kiss? Just a kiss?”
“It took weeks of convincing her that it was fine. That it wasn’t wrong because it’s just a kiss, and what’s the harm in that? She still almost chickened out. I had to practically throw her up the stairs to you.”
“So it really was her. But. Uh. We didn’t just kiss.”
“I know that! I watched you two go into the closet. I heard you. Other people heard you! You weren’t discreet.”
“Why did you let it happen?”
“In the moment? I was happy that Clara was opening up. I thought you were just making out, even. For a while. When I realised you weren’t. Well. You’d already done it. And maybe you didn’t know yet.”
“Did you really think so?”
“I did. You didn’t seem to have any idea. For a little while. A very very short while.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I had to do? I had to shave my pussy. Clara told me everything before you came downstairs at the party, and I was fucking reeling. And I didn’t hesitate. Halfway home I realised I was going to have to lean into how similar we were even further. I had to text her asking if she was definitely still bare. Can you believe that? ‘Hey I know you fucked my boyfriend, so I’m going to help pretend you were me.'”
“You are so selfless.”
Claire gave him a wan smile. “I knew you suspected when I saw you watching her through the bathroom keyhole with a massive erection.” Mike’s cheeks blazed red. “I don’t blame you. She’s hot. I can say this because we’re practically identical, and I’ve had two years of someone building me up.” She smiled at him, dazzling for a moment. “I watched you jerk off in the shower, too. And I had to nearly fight Clara to stop her from joining me.”
“Really?”
“Really. She said the moment she kissed you, something inside her broke open. Like she finally felt safe, somehow. That’s why she dragged you in. That’s why she had to have you. That’s why she did it again. She is crazy about you, and I think she has been for a long time. You’re everything to her. No one else can come close. She buries it deep inside her. And it feeds her fear. The closer she gets to you, the more she has to lose. But when you kissed her, she says she knew it was worth it. For the first time she had more closeness than fear. I’ve never seen her look so free. She’s really in love, maybe for the first time.”
“Why are you crying?” The tears running down Claire’s face became a flood.
“Because you love her too! Of course you do! I had to know how you really felt so I did the same thing, again. I dressed up in the costume and I gave you only the barest hints that I could, maybe, possibly be your sister. And you jumped at them! How do you think it feels to be called by her name?”
“I’m sorry Claire. You know I am. I-“
“Can’t help it? I know. Neither of you can. This stupid plan broke something open inside both of you. And I tricked you into it! I had to spend a month getting you ready to accept how you feel. A month getting you both ready. Clara thinks I was getting you ready to sleep with her because I’m into it. And you know, a part of me is? Mostly because I’m seeing you two happy. I can tell it’s more than just lust. But I know I’m only in the way. So give me some time and I’ll move out, okay?”
“What?”
“I’m not going to get in the way of you two. She can’t be happy with anyone else. You deserve someone who adores you like she does. If I stay, I’ll get pushed to the side. I can’t compete'”
“Claire. You are a fucking idiot.” Claire’s head snapped up to look at him in shock. “I told you I loved you. Why would that change? Why would it ever change? You’re perfect. You’re beautiful, you’re kind, and you’re clearly far too selfless. I will love you forever, if you let me. I won’t touch Clara again.”
“Can you really say that? After everything I’ve told you? After how I know you feel? I’m not even asking for that. I want you to be with her because I want you both to be happy. If it’s just you and me, then she isn’t happy, and I can’t live with that.”
“I can’t live without you though. If you leave, I’ll be miserable. And then Clara will be miserable. So you have to stay. Probably forever.”
“Are you serious?”
“Of course I am. Stay. Stay with us both. I mean it, if you want me to be with Clara, I can do that, but I want to be with you, too. You shouldn’t have tricked me, but you’ve paid for it enough.”
“Are you trying to turn having two women into some kind of self-sacrifice?”
Mike put his hands together in mock prayer, before flashing her a grin. “I mean it. I love you Claire. If you don’t love me, I won’t stop you. But don’t feel like Clara will come between us. She never could. You’re both a part of me. Always.”
She slumped into him, something halfway between a hug and a collapse. “‘Kay. I guess. We can try.”
Mike arched her chin up for a kiss. “Are you really okay with me sleeping with my sister?”
It was Claire’s turn to redden. “Uhm. Actually. It’s kinda hot.”
“Really?”
“It’s so intense. And so wrong. I couldn’t stop thinking about it after the first night. But you look so good doing it.” Her cheeks reddened more. “I wanna watch again.”
Mike was stunned. He regained his speech a while later. “That’s some turnaround.” He kissed her again, with more passion. “I didn’t realise you were so kinky.”
“You can’t talk,” she murmured into his mouth. “I’m not the one who fucked their sister.”
“You’re just the one who spent a month talking about it.”
“Maybe I’ve just convinced myself too.” She pulled him onto her as she lay back. “Show me. You tell me you love me. Show me that you do, and really, really make me feel like I can compete with her.”
Mike kissed her, deeply. His hands slid up her bare thighs to the bottom of the long t-shirt she wore. He pulled her underwear down, then off, and crawled on top of her on the broad cushions. “You don’t need to compete. There’s no competition. Both of you will always have my heart.” He shed his trousers, rubbing against her, grinding into her. Their mouths pushed against one another, locking tight. He slid slowly inside her, and she moaned into him. He moaned back. They moved slowly, caressing, touching. Mike planted warm, tender kisses on her face and neck, and Claire held him tight as he moved within her. Doves probably flew out of vases. He felt himself reaching the peak, and kissed her deeply. “I love you Claire. Always and always.” She stared deep into his eyes, and came when he did.
An hour later they were still curled up together. Wide awake, basking in one another’s presence. They each felt like they had reached a new level of depth and understanding of one another. But each knew there was another task.
“What are we going to do about Clara?” He asked.
“You make it sound like she’s a problem. Is she?”
“No! I just mean. Uhm. She’s still in our bed. Shouldn’t we tell her what we’ve talked about?”
“You’re right, we should. In a moment. This is nice.” They snuggled together more, and nearly fell asleep before Mike jerked awake.
“Did you hear that?”
“No?”
“Come on.” He reached out a hand to her, pulling her behind him to their bedroom.
Clara was lying on the bed, costume gone, sheets wrapped around her. Her face was in her hands as she sobbed, trying to stay quiet, and barely failing.
“I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have. I’ll move out. You never have to see me again”, she said.
Mike shook his head. They needed another long heart-to-heart. He didn’t have it in him, right now. He padded over to her, knelt down, lifted her chin, and kissed her hard. “None of us”, he said, “are going anywhere. I love you. I love Claire. I’m never leaving until you both pick me up and throw me out.”
“But I-“
“Ah! Ah!” He put his finger to her lips. “I know everything. Claire told me. We’re going to play nice. Sometimes very nice. We’ll work it out.”
Clara gave him her flat stare for a moment, before the mask seemed to crumble. Love shone in her eyes as she pulled him close.
“I love you. Please. Please stay.” A moment later, he felt her reach out to drag in Claire too. He understood. She was talking to both of them. He was sandwiched between them, his face in Clara’s breasts, with Sarah’s on his back. “I could get used to this.” He wasn’t sure who slapped him.
* * * * *
The three sat at the table.
“Is there anything I don’t know?” Mike said.
“Lots”, said Claire.
“Yeah, you’re pretty stupid”, said Clara.
Mike rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”
“Well”, said Claire. She and Clara shared a Look. “There’s the texts.”
“The texts?”
“Yes Mike”, said Clara. “Those are the words she said.”
“What is in the texts?”
“A lot of stuff”, said Claire. “Mostly I would tell Clara what we’d done every night to keep her up to date on progress.”
“Wow. Did you like that?” He asked Clara.
“Oh yeah. Ohhh yeah that was great. I may have come back with a few suggestions.”
“Like what?”
“Like most of what I’ve said to you for the last two weeks,” said Claire.
“Really? That was Clara?”
“Yep.” Clara beamed in pride.
“Filthy”, Mike said.
“Need I remind you -“, Clara began.
“Yes yes, fucked my sister, but you can get off your high horse because you started it!”
“Children, please,” said Claire, “there is one thing I didn’t tell him, because I was going to leave.”
“You were going to leave?” Exclaimed Clara.
“I was. But I won’t. I’ll explain later. Or tomorrow. I have a reason to stay. I have two reasons to stay.” She beamed at both of them. Clara and Mike wore the same smile back.
“Fine. Don’t think about it again. So what was the thing?”
Claire leaned over to whisper in her ear. Clara reddened as she spoke.
“Oh. Yes. Yes. Yep. Yes.”
Clara sprang to her feet, grabbed Mike’s hand, and dragged him to the bedroom. Claire followed. Clara turned to Mike, and moved close. “Are you really okay with this? You won’t change your mind?”
In answer, Mike kissed her, long and deep. “I’m always here for you. Both of you.” Clara pressed against him, and he kissed down to her neck. She clutched him tightly, releasing just enough to let him undo her robe, and pull off his trousers, leaving them naked and ready. They kissed again, and Mike saw Claire sit at the side of the bed, legs parted, and hand working busily.
Mike picked his sister up, her legs wrapping around him, and he lowered them both to the bed. He kissed her deeply, bowing his head to capture a stiff nipple, all the while angling his hips to find just the right spot. He slid inside his sister’s impossibly wet pussy, hearing the high squeak he had come to love. She kissed him, hard, bucking back against him. He realised now that he should have known immediately that it wasn’t Claire in that closet; Clara moved so differently, her own, wonderful person. He looked into her eyes and saw the fire blazing there, stared deep into her soul as he thrust deep into her. He was distracted by a very wet noise to one side.
Claire was three fingers deep in herself, and panting hard. “Don’t fucking stop,” she said. “This is too hot.”
Mike didn’t need to be told again. He thrust hard into Clara, and rolled onto the bed, spinning her around to land on top of him. His hands found her breasts, cupping and caressing as she started to ride him. He arced his head over to Claire, pulling at her, kissing her leg. He pulled more, insistently, until she got the idea. She straddled him, facing Clara, her eyes still glued to his cock buried in his sister. He saw no more as she sat down, grinding her wetness into his mouth. Mike’s tongue went to work, licking and sucking, as Clara’s hot wetness clamped tightly around him.
Mike’s hands supported Claire’s ass as she sat on his face, and he paused licking and sucking as he heard Clara’s whimpers. Heard her muffled whimpers. He pushed up, half-lifting Claire just enough to see her kissing Clara deeply, tongues lashing against one another. He tried hard not to cum, and distracted himself by licking Claire’s clit, doubling and redoubling his attack until she screamed as she came. A muffled scream. He tried not to dwell on it, fucking harder and harder into Clara. As she clamped down on him with her own squeak he could hold back no longer, and pumped spurt after spurt deep into his sister.
The tension flooded out of the three of them. Claire fell into his left arm, Clara into his right. He kissed Clara first, then Claire. “I never knew you were into women,” he said.
“I think I’m just into Clara.”
“Yeah, she seems to have that effect.” Claire nuzzled into him, whispering promises of love. He looked over to his sister, already half asleep, with a smile on her face happier than any he had ever seen.
“I really do love you,” he said.
“Me or Claire?” said Clara.
“Yes.”
In a few seconds they burst out in giggles. In a few minutes, they turned into moans.
