Sharing My Husband’s Cock With My Baby Sister — Part Two

With a grunt, he shoved his cock deep into my asshole and I panted as I felt him deep inside of me. He started to pump his cook into me, slamming me into the bed with each thrust.

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The next morning I ran into Emma in the kitchen. She was in her usual shorts and t-shirt while I was in the same t-shirt as last night and just panties.

“I see you put on panties,” she laughed.

“Oh sure, miss strut around naked,” I replied.

“Well, I could strut around in just a t-shirt like you,” she joked back.

“I bet Tom would love that,” I responded.

She laughed.

“Can you imagine if he’d seen us?”

I thought about it.

“He would have loved it,” I said.

“You’d kill me,” she answered.

“No, I wouldn’t. He deserves a thrill every once in a while,” I said.

“I’ll see what I can do about that,” Emma said jokingly.

We both laughed and hugged each other. Our day went by as usual and that evening we went to undress for the night. I put on my standard T-shirt and panties and Tom had shorts and a T-shirt. When Emma came down the stairs, we both looked. Rather than shorts and a t-shirt, she was wearing a tank top and little lacy boy shorts. She looked cute.

“I’ll go change,” she said looking at us stare.

“Don’t be silly. You look fine,” I responded.

She joined us on the couch. I kept looking at her, she looked incredibly cute. How could that jerk have cheated on her? I watched Tom and smiled. He was doing that thing where you try not to look but can’t help it.

When we got to bed, my husband pulled my pussy to his face and started licking me with ardor.

“This couldn’t have anything to do with my sister’s panties, could it?” I teased.

At that point I didn’t care, all I cared about was his tongue against my clit and my impending orgasm.

He moved up my body and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. He pushed forward, sinking right into my sopping cunt. It felt so good feeling him inside of me.

“Mmm,” I moaned.

Then I started. I don’t know why, but I liked bringing up my sister when we were in bed.

“Emma did wear cute panties. I may have to up my game,” I said. “Or would you rather see them on the floor? She has a cute ass and pussy. I’m sorry I got to see it and you didn’t.”

My husband moaned and started pumping me harder.

“Yes I’d love to see both your panties on the floor,” he responded.

“Next to each other?” I teased

“God yes,” he replied.

He pushed my legs straight up lifting my ass off the bed. In this position, he could thrust deeper and I could get his whole cock in my cunt. I grunted as he thrust into me.

“That’s it, baby, fuck me,” I said as his cock pumped me. I was feeling like his slut. I loved that feeling. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

I meant it. I loved him so much, and he treated me so well that I would do anything, and yes, anything, for him. I knew his love for me and that if he told me to do it, our love and I would be safe.

I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me.

“But we’ll talk about her later,” I whispered. “Right now I want all of you on and in me.”

I thrust my hips into him and fucked back as he pumped me.

“Yes! Yes! Yes, God yes!” I screamed as I came.

I let him fuck me through another orgasm and then I was getting tired. I pulled him to me.

“Cum in me, my love,” I whispered. “I want to sleep knowing part of you is inside of me.”

I kissed him. I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me. His cock twitched and I felt him stiffen, then his hot cum flooded my pussy, spurting his seed deep inside my cunt. This time, I didn’t bother with a shower and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning I ran into Emma in the kitchen.

“Good night last night?” she asked with a grin on her face.

I looked at her.

“Yes! Yes, God yes!” she mimicked me and started laughing.

I blushed.

“I’m so sorry,” I said.

“It’s ok. Normally I can only hear muffled sounds, but that was loud and clear. I bet you had quite the orgasm.”

“Yeah, it was that good,” I replied.

She laughed.

“I’m glad at least one of us is getting it good,” she retorted.

“It must be hard for you, watching us and being alone,” I sympathized.

“Actually, no, it’s kind of nice. It reminds me there is still true love in the world and feels good to be a part of it,” she said.

That night as I changed for the evening I thought about Emma in her t-shirt and boy shorts. I looked at the little cotton bikinis I wore at night. They were cute, but I owned a lot of nicer stuff I always changed out of or saved for nights out. I wondered why. Tome loves when I wear sexy underwear. Why wasn’t I wearing them more often?

I pulled out a white-lace string bikini pair and stepped into them. I looked in the mirror. I forgot how hot I looked in them. I pulled on a small tank top that left my naval exposed and headed downstairs.

Emma and Tom were on the couch. My sister was in a t-shirt and boy shorts again and I felt their eyes scanning my body as I approached them.

“Whoa sis,” Emma said. “Lookin’ hot. Someone’s getting laid tonight.”

“Well,” I laughed. “With you sitting there all sexy, I figured I needed to up my game to keep my husband’s attention.”

We all laughed. What we didn’t realize then was that this was the start of the “panty war” as my husband, laughingly, now likes to call it. I always said my sister and I were loving but I never said we weren’t competitive. If one of us would get hurt, we would never compete, but if it was just fun, then it was game on.

Every day we were in panties and tops or t-shirts. We would show up in boy shorts, string bikinis, or sexy bikini panties. Sometimes they were very low cut and sometimes they showed a lot of cheek. Once I wore a silk pair of very low-cut string bikinis that tied on the sides.

The T-shirts would also change every day, always exposing our best assets, each of us trying to outdo the other.

I have to admit, the panty war made me hot. I fucked Tom every night, and when I say I fucked him, I mean I really fucked him. I practically attacked him every night, wanting to be fucked hard and dirty. I wanted to suck his cock. I wanted to take it from behind. I wanted to ride his cock. I even had my ass fucked. I wanted cum all over me. The panty war made me super horny. If I’d ever acted like a slut in bed before, I outdid it now.

Often, while I’d be on my knees with my chest and head on the mattress, and Tom was fucking me from behind, I’d bring up Emma and tease my husband with the fact that my ass probably looked like hers.

One experience was super hot. I started teasing him and got on my hands and knees. I was so wet that no foreplay was needed. All I wanted was his hard cock in my sopping cunt.

“Get over here and fuck me,” I said. “Give me that cock and fuck me like a slut.”

“Oh, you think just because you’re running around in your underwear that’s slutty enough to get you fucked like a slut,” he responded as he climbed on the bed behind me and positioned himself.

“Please,” I begged. “I need you.”

“What do you want?” he teased, placing the head of his cock against my wet pussy lips.

I pressed back trying to push myself onto his cock but he kept pulling back and just pressing the tip of his cock against the entrance to my pussy.

“I wanna get fucked,” I screamed.

Thinking about it now I realize there was no way Emma didn’t hear me.

“Here,” I put my head down on the bed sticking my ass up higher. “Pretend it’s my sister’s pussy.”

He grabbed his cock and started rubbing it up and down my wet slit, from my clit to my asshole, spreading my juices all over my holes.

“Please,” I begged. “Pussy, ass, I don’t care. Just fuck me!”

“Do you think Emma ever had her ass fucked?” he asked, putting his hard cock against my puckered hole.

“I don’t know but maybe you could be the first to take her virgin ass,” I said, again trying to push back onto his cock.

Tom was now pushing his cock into my asshole and I relaxed and took a deep breath, trying to accommodate his size. With a grunt, he shoved his cock deep into my asshole and I panted as I felt him deep inside of me. He started to pump his cook into me, slamming me into the bed with each thrust. I used one finger to rub my clit and I could hear the sound of him slapping against my skin as he fucked my ass.

“Who’s asshole are you thinking about, mine or Emma’s? I would so spread her asscheeks for you to push your cock deep into her ass…”

He pushed my shoulders to the bed and started pounding me hard and I came.

“Ungh, ungh, ungh,” I grunted with every thrust.

I could feel him start to tense. At the last minute, he pulled out and I felt rope after rope of cum land on my back, ass, and legs. It felt hot and dirty and I loved it.

“That’s it, baby, cum all over my ass, paint it with your cum.”

We lay in bed for a couple of minutes until Tom got thirsty and asked me if I could get him some water. I said yes and pulled on my T-shirt and headed to the kitchen downstairs. The T-shirt barely covered my ass and the drying cum on my skin. I secretly hoped I would run into Emma and started getting horny again.

Emma was in the living room, watching TV, and waved at me.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she said.

“I’m sorry,” I replied. “I’m just heading to the kitchen to get Tom some water.”

She watched me as I headed for the kitchen.

“Is that what I think it is?” she asked.

I played dumb, I wasn’t ready to admit to my sister that I was parading my husband’s drying cum around the house.

“Umm,” I stammered, not knowing what to say.

“Fuck! It is,” she laughed. “Lucky you, sis. I can’t remember the last time a man came on me.”

Too much information. I never knew my little sister liked it when guys came on her. Maybe she was more like me than I knew.

“I just love the way it feels,” I said. “Sometimes I fantasize about going out with Tom’s cum on my face and see everyone’s reaction.”

“Mmm,” she replied. “That sounds fun.”

“Slut,” I teased.

“I wish,” she replied. “Right now I’m more like a nun.”

We both laughed and as I made my way back upstairs, I realized my pussy was soaking wet. Fuck!

Life went on. The plan was for Emma to stay with us until she saved enough for a down payment. We settled into a routine. Tom and I fucked often and furiously. In the mornings, after I got fucked, Emma would often ask me if I had a fun night. I don’t know how much she heard but it didn’t matter, Tom and I had a great sex life and I was proud of the way he was fucking me. I’d told her about it before she moved in and it was no different now. Sometimes I’d describe in detail how I got fucked the night before. It was just fun.

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