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41. Thanksgiving Game Gone Awry

Thanksgiving Game Goes Awry - Incest/Taboo

Sexy board game brings two couples together.

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Brothers and sisters

Husbands and their wives

There's so much bad stuff

Here. Isn't it nice?

Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.

"There's no way," my wife said, acting amused in a way that told me she was secretly horrified.

"I'm telling you, it's true," I said.

We'd just finished our first Thanksgiving as a married couple at her parents' house and we were driving home. The highway was surprisingly dark. Tiny snowflakes drifted down onto the windshield like snowy kisses. I wasn't in the mood for music, so our soundtrack was solely the low rumble of the car as we recapped the day's events to each other.

Dinner had been nice, though awkward. Becky and I had been married for a little over a year at that point and the shared family thing was new to both of us. I spent most of the time feeling uneasy and out of place. I'm sure my wife felt the same way when we visited my parents for Christmas later that year.

Still, it wasn't so bad. Becky's family was friendly enough. Her Dad buried himself in football. Her Mom made a delicious apple pie. They weren't the most outwardly emotional people I've ever met but in some ways that made things easier.

It was Becky's brother, Joey, who had drawn my attention. He was a decade younger than his sister and had turned 18 a few days before the holiday. I'd met him a few times before, of course. Joey was a short, skinny kid with an oversized nose and a shock of black, curly hair -- your typical high school artist type with a handful of odd mannerisms and a healthy serving of angst.

That Thanksgiving, for the first time, something about him stood out to me.

"Joey totally has a crush on you," I repeated to my wife.

Becky shook her head. "You can't be serious, Drew. He's my kid brother."

"So?"

"So, it's gross and wrong and... I don't know." Becky tucked her pale blonde hair behind her ear, subconsciously saying that I was making her uncomfortable. "I think the problem is, Drew, that you're not used to seeing siblings."

That was true. I'd grown up as an only child, so I was willing to concede that maybe I didn't 'get' the whole brother/sister dynamic. But I've seen what it looks like when a guy has a thing for a girl. The way he smiles at everything she says. How he jumps up to help her with even the smallest thing. How his eyes are always drifting to certain parts of her body. Joey was checking all those boxes and then some.

"I'm not saying he's doing anything wrong," I said, "I think it's cute. He appreciates his gorgeous older sister."

"Gorgeous, am I?" Becky asked. Like I said, we'd been married for less than a year and we were still smitten with each other. Like we couldn't believe we had this other, amazing person in our lives.

"The gorgeous-est," I said, "Poor Joey couldn't help but be enraptured by your beauty."

Becky punched my shoulder, then crossed her arms, play sulking. "I do not want to be with my little brother," she said.

And, for a moment, I paused.

Because I hadn't even implied that.

A year later, we went back to the Wisniewski's house for Thanksgiving.

This time, however, there was an additional guest: Joey brought home a brand-new college girlfriend. When Becky told me who was coming, I expected some gawky, awkward college girl. I did not anticipate Sierra.

Sierra was a tall brunette, hair down to the middle of her back, with high cheekbones and bright green eyes. She was a freshman, only 19, but she had a woman's body. Her huge chest looked ready to burst through her striped blouse and her wide hips did the same with her dark skirt. Yet, despite all those curves, her body was surprisingly trim. I'll admit, I spent most of the evening staring Sierra's way.

"Drew, could you pass the potatoes?" Mrs. Wisniewski asked, startling me out of my reverie. We were all sitting around the table, food laid out like some grand medieval feast that even a host of knights couldn't finish.

I reached for the bowl and handed it over. "Here you are, Mrs. Wisniewski."

She smiled graciously, but I could tell I'd made a faux pas. The poor woman had asked me to call her Carol at least three times that evening alone, but I couldn't stop myself. My parents had raised me to be too polite, probably.

My only excuse is that I continued to be distracted by the distant Sierra. She was monumental. Magnificent. She dominated the landscape and I simply couldn't look away.

"Where's the salt?" Becky asked. If my wife noticed my attention (or lack thereof) she'd yet to mention it.

"Oops, I think I left it in the kitchen," Mrs. Wisniewski said.

"I've got it," Joey said, and jumped up like his butt was on fire.

I guess I wasn't the only one entranced by someone I wasn't supposed to be. Despite the stunning woman he'd brought home, Joey still seemed stupefied by his older sister, Becky. My wife had a decade on Sierra, but with her petite body and elfin face, she was the one who looked like a young girl. Becky's new haircut, her blonde hair slashed right below her ears, only enhanced that impression.

As Joey scrambled to help, I gave Sierra an eyeroll and she laughed. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who noticed how enamored Joey was with his older sister.

Joey returned, saltshaker in hand, grinning like a fool. Like Becky, Joey was short and thin. Unlike his sister, he'd yet to escape his awkward phase. When he moved, he looked like a spider on a slippery surface, skittering around with appendages akimbo. How he'd managed to pull a girl like Sierra, I'll never know.

"I'm sorry we're going to miss your birthday," Becky said to her brother as he personally delivered her seasoning. "It's always easier when it lands on the holiday or at least before it."

"You're here now, it's good enough," Joey said, still mooning. "When you're born on Thanksgiving, you're used to being less important."

"You interrupted the doctor's turkey," Mrs. Wisniewski said, "He complained about it the whole time I gave birth. Remember Harold?"

Mr. Wisniewski grunted. The game was on in the other room and he kept trying to watch it around our heads. I guess all of us were staring someplace else that night.

"Sierra seemed nice," I said as we drove home afterwards. Unlike the year before, it was a warm night, feeling more like early fall than winter.

"I know you noticed," Becky said, but her smirk said she was feeling playful. "You're ten years older than her, you know."

"Tell that to your brother," I said, "He couldn't keep his eyes off you all night."

"Oh God, not this again," Becky said. She tried to tuck her hair behind her ear. Even though her locks were now too short for it, she hadn't lost the nervous habit.

"You can't tell me you didn't see Joey swooning every time you spoke," I said.

"I was too busy watching my husband drool over some nineteen-year-old girl," Becky said, less kind this time.

"You know I only have eyes for you," I said, and leaned over to kiss my wife.

She gave me her cheek.

The next year's Thanksgiving visit almost didn't happen.

The weather report was for an epic amount of snow and we talked about staying home. Well, I talked about it, anyway. Becky wouldn't listen.

"We have to do Thanksgiving with my family, I've never missed it," Becky said. We were both in the bedroom getting dressed for the day. "Besides, it's Joey's birthday exactly today. He's turning twenty. We have to be there for that."

"I don't want to drive home in a blizzard," I said, looking anxiously out our apartment window. The sky was grey and ominous, but no flakes were falling yet.

"Mom says the weather is fine down by her," Becky said, "And worst is, we'll sleep at my parents' if we're stuck."

I liked the Wisniewskis well enough but crashing at their house -- marinating in potpourri and surrounded by my mother-in-law's "Gone With the Wind" platter collection in the guest room -- did not appeal.

I was about to press things further, when I heard a sob from behind me. I turned and saw my wife standing there in her cute, white bra and panties, holding up her dress like it was a dead body.

I took the frock out of her hand, black and velvety, and saw that the zipper had ripped right out of the lining.

"It's fine, honey, you have plenty of other clothes," I said.

"It's not that," Becky said. She dropped onto the bed, disconsolate. "It's everything."

That she reacted so dramatically about something so small should have been surprising. Sadly, it was nothing new. My wife's malaise had begun with her thirtieth birthday, only a few months before. Suddenly, everything seemed to make her upset or angry. We'd been fighting more, as well.

"That whole reorganization at work, the thing with the car, and now you want me to miss Thanksgiving? I can't do it, Drew, I just can't."

I sat next to Becky and put my arm around her. "I'm not keeping you from your family," I said, firmly.

"No, I know," Becky said, "It's just a lot of stuff, you know?"

I did. Becky had been talking about quitting her job and going back to school. I was dreaming on buying a house and hopefully having kids. For the first time in our relationship, we were in two different places. That made it hard for us to work together.

"Look, I care about you," I said, meaning it. "A lot. I know this has been a tough year for you. I want us to get through it together."

Becky leaned her head on my shoulder. "I love you so much," she said.

"I love you, too," I said, and kissed her forehead. I picked up the dress and took another look. "I think I can fix this, if you give me a minute."

I managed to sew the zipper back in, then handed the dress to my wife. As Becky got ready, I got in the shower and got dressed in a pair of tan, corduroy slacks and a light blue dress shirt with a navy sweater vest.

I was thirty-two and married, but I wasn't looking the part yet. My light brown hair was only starting to thin at the top, barely noticeable. I was tall and broad-shouldered. Years of running had kept my body trim. Most people at work were surprised when they found out I was already in my thirties. At that point in my life, looking young was a good problem to have.

As I finished buttoning up my shirt, I saw Becky was doing her makeup in the mirror, and I made a point of paying her a compliment.

"You look pretty," I told my wife.

"It's only my family," Becky said, "We're not hitting up the clubs." She kissed my cheek, then stopped, as if something had just occurred to her. "Hey, if you're lucky, maybe Sierra will be there."

I snorted. I knew how college relationships worked. There was no way that amazing woman was still together with Joey.

It started to flurry on the drive down the Turnpike. By the time we arrived at Becky's parents' house the snow had gotten heavy. Every movement seemed to echo in the emptiness as we climbed out of the car. The wind whined and howled. There was something peaceful about the way the suburban neighborhood was wrapped in an ever-growing blanket of snow.

Becky's Mom met us at the door. She quickly said hello, then grabbed Becky's hand and pulled her back to the kitchen.

"Harold's in the den," she told me. My assignment was clear. Sit quietly as my father-in-law watched football. Everything else, apparently, was women's work.

Sure enough, I found Mr. Wisniewski half asleep in his La-Z-Boy. He grunted and handed me a beer as I sat down on the couch. Coming from Harold Wisniewski, that was the equivalent of a warm hug.

I heard footsteps by the door and looked over. It was Joey and, Christmas miracle come early, Sierra. The beautiful college girl looked even better than I remembered. She was wearing a pink, fluffy sweater and a dark skirt. Her long brown was hair tied back. Her cheeks slightly pink. Sierra's body had both slimmed down and filled out in all the right ways. Like a sculptor was slowly bringing her into perfect form. If she continued to progress this way, in about two years she was going to be so radiant I wouldn't be able to look directly at her.

I got up and said hi, shaking Joey's hand and wishing him a happy birthday. Unlike the rest of us who were looking nice for the occasion, the skinny boy was wearing a paint-spattered t-shirt and jeans.

Sierra leaned over to give me a hug hello. I did my best to make it quick, keeping our bodies as far apart as possible. It was like hugging a landmine, any closer and all sort of things might go off.

"Oh nice," Sierra said, looking behind me at the game, "Stafford's on my fantasy team."

"Cool, I've got Golladay going," I said.

"Excellent," Sierra said, giving me a fist bump as she flopped onto the couch.

"I'm going to go see if I can help Mom and Becky," Joey said, then left the room. The three of us nodded distractedly as he left.

It wasn't long before we were called in to dinner. As per tradition, the table was overfull with food. It was more than six people could ever eat in a week, let alone one night. Conversation was muted, but we gradually stopped stuffing our faces to talk a little bit.

Mrs. Wisniewski asked about my job and Becky complained about hers. Sierra talked about which classes she liked, and Joey showed us a picture on his phone of a painting he was working on back at school.

"That's really good," Becky said, looking at her brother's phone.

"See, I told you," Sierra said, "Everyone knows you're super talented except you."

Mr. Wisniewski grunted and took a large bite of turkey. Becky showed me the screen. The painting was well done, though a bit troubling. It was a nude portrait of a thin blonde woman who had more than a passing resemblance to my wife. I gave Becky a look, but she just shrugged.

"What?" she asked.

I decided it would be safer to change the subject. "Any plans for the big two-oh?" I asked Joey as I passed him back his phone.

"We were planning to go out with a bunch of my friends, but..." Joey said, and gestured out the window. Everything was buried in white. At least a foot had piled there and, judging by the skies, we were probably due for even more.

"We can all do something fun together," Becky said, brightly, "Since we're stuck here, too."

Joey's face lit up. "Yes, that'd be great."

After we ate, Mr. Wisniewski escaped to the den to watch the rest of the afternoon game while the rest of us helped clear the table. Then Mrs. Wisniewski brought out a cake and we all sang happy birthday to Joey.

Becky went and found a bunch of old boardgames and the whole family (excepting Mr. Wisniewski who escaped to the evening game) sat around the table playing Scrabble. It turned out that Sierra was something of a word whiz and she whipped us all.

Finally, with the sun down and the snow showing no signs of slowing, Mrs. Wisniewski declared it was time for her to go to bed. She helped us set up the guest bedroom, retrieved her husband (who was already asleep in front of the TV), and wished us all a good night.

The four of us sat around the table, staring dumbly at the stack of board games. I think we were all a bit woozy from the massive meal. No one knew what to do next, though none of us was willing to go to bed at such an early hour.

"Well, I might as well put these away," Becky said. She piled up the board games and carried them upstairs.

"Is everything OK with Becky?" Joey asked me as soon as she left, "She seems a little off."

I nodded, grimly. "She's had a tough go of it lately. Her birthday kind of knocked her for a loop."

"What happened on her birthday?" Joey asked.

"Turning thirty is a lot different than twenty," I said.

"Oh my God!" Becky shouted from upstairs.

"Are you OK?" I asked. I got up to go after her, but she met me halfway down the stairs, her face bright red.

"I found something," Becky said, "I saw something. Oh my God."

"What is it?" Joey asked, unable to contain a laugh at his sister's suddenly frantic face.

"Did you see a mouse?" Sierra asked.

"Did you see Santa?" I asked, "No wait, it's too early for Santa."

"Did you see Mom and Dad..." Joey rolled his wrist suggestively.

Becky's face, impossibly, went even redder. "No! But... Come on you have to see this."

We trooped upstairs, Becky leading the way. We went into the guest room, where my wife and I were supposed to be sleeping that night. On the far wall there were a couple of bookshelves. On the bottom, under the rows of Mrs. Wisniewski's carefully curated, creepy, collector plates, was a stack of battered board games.

Becky knelt down and -- like opening a long-forgotten tomb -- moved aside the expected Scrabble, Candyland, and Monopoly boxes. Under it all was another box, smooshed down and torn on one side. The picture on the top was of two very seventies-looking couples, sitting around a harlequin-colored board game. The people were all in their underwear and smiling in a static, unwholesome way.

The title said, "Two to Tango: A Board Game for Consenting Couples."

"Holy shit," Joey said, looking down at the box.

Sierra giggled so hard, she snorted.

"Well, that's unexpected," I said.

"I know, right?" Becky said, "I mean, like, Mom and Dad are very, you know, Mom and Dad."

Admittedly, no child thinks their parents have sex. Ironic since that's how all of us came to be. But, honestly, the Wisniewskis seemed like the kind of couple that didn't have sex. Ever. Like, if I found out that Becky and Joey were adopted, I'd believe it. So, the Wisniewskis really didn't seem like the types to play dirty board games. I'd have been less surprised if Becky found a bag of cocaine in that bedroom.

"Didn't Mom say she got these games at a garage sale a few years ago?" Joey said, "Maybe this was just, you know, stacked in with everything else."

"Or maybe they're secretly swingers," Sierra said, maybe a bit too excitedly.

I got a mental image of Mr. Wisniewski at a swap party, trying to glance around a half-naked woman so he could catch the football score. Now it was my turn to laugh.

Joey and Becky eyed each other, warily. After all, Sierra and I were only outside observers. The siblings, though, this was their family they were staring at right now. It had to raise all kinds of questions.

"Definitely bought by accident," Becky said.

"No doubt," Joey said.

"We should play it!" Sierra said. She clapped her hands excitedly.

"What? No," Joey said. He purposefully looked away from Becky. "I'm not playing sex games with my sister."

"Come on, you can't tell me you're not curious," Sierra said, "I bet it'll be fun." She reached down and grabbed the game, then skipped happily out of the room. The three of us all eyed each other, shrugged, and followed the beautiful brunette downstairs.

Sierra dumped the box on the dining room table. There were cards, a board, a spinner, some dice, a sand timer... It was like whoever came up with the game couldn't decide on components, so they included all of them. Not exactly the sign of a great design.

While Sierra started to dig through it all, Becky went back to the kitchen. I followed her into the other room.

"Well, this is weird," I said, "You OK?"

"Like, in general?" Becky asked. My petite blonde wife leaned back against the counter. She gave me a wispy smile and tucked her hair behind her ear. It was almost long enough now that she could do it.

"Are you OK with this?" I said, "The game, your family, all of it."

"I'm fine," Becky said, her new favorite catchphrase, "I just need a drink." She grabbed a footstool from some hidden place, then climbed up and opened a tiny cabinet above the fridge. A moment later, Becky came down cradling a bottle of scotch. She did it all so easily, without even a pause, I knew this wasn't a lucky discovery.

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My wife's past was a bit of a mystery to me. I knew Becky had been a bit of a rule breaker in high school and college, though I didn't have the details. By the time we met, she had settled down.

Becky referred to her school time as her 'lost years.' She didn't explain any further. Her ease at extracting her Dad's hidden alcohol suggested that it went beyond hoarding overdue library books and eschewing the handrails on escalators.

Becky took a swig straight from the bottle and gave me one, as well. The liquid burned nicely as it slipped down my throat. While I drank, Becky took out four tumblers and then we brought our prize out to the dining room.

Sierra had most of the components out and was paging through the instructions.

"Oh my God, this is hilarious," she said. Joey gave us both a look, as if asking us to control his girlfriend for him.

Becky responded by putting a glass in front of her brother and pouring him a drink.

"Um, thanks?" Joey said.

"I figured you'd need the support," Becky said, "I know you're not of age yet, but it is your birthday, after all. Just don't tell Mom and Dad."

"I don't think that's going to be a problem," Joey said, looking pointedly at the perverted board game his girlfriend was paging through.

"Good point," Becky said. She poured all of us a drink and we sat down. I was facing Sierra. Becky was across from her brother.

We raised our glasses. "To horrifying discoveries," Becky said. We all took a sip, though I noticed my wife had more of a gulp.

"So, what are we doing here?" I asked.

"Oh my God, this game is such a mess," Sierra said, "But I think I've got it figured out. We each spin the wheel to move our pawn. Then we draw cards depending on the color we land on."

She pointed to a board that looked a bit like Candy Land. A winding, multicolored path through a strange, fantasy forest filled with faux-risque graphics. There were stylized 69s (the number, not the position) and very cartoonish pictures of people in retro underwear. At the top of the board, where the cartoon path ended, the word 'heaven' was written out in garish, bold gold type.

"Are we supposed to by dying at the end of this?" Joey asked, pointing at the graphic.

"I might die just thinking about our parents playing this," Becky said.

"Come on guys," Sierra said, "It isn't Thanksgiving unless you're playing a vaguely dirty board game that your sibling found hidden in your parents' house."

"I don't know about this," Joey said, taking a nervous gulp of his drink. His face went a bit flushed. I doubted he'd had much alcohol in his life, let alone something hard like scotch.

Honestly, though, I didn't blame him for being discombobulated. If I dared think about what was going on, I was fairly freaked out, as well. I was a mid-thirties, married man, sitting down to play a dirty game with two college kids, one of whom was my wife's brother. What exactly were we expecting to happen here?

But for all that Becky seemed out of sorts, she wasn't stopping anything. And Sierra, beautiful Sierra, seemed to think the whole thing was silly. And I knew that, though he might deny it, Joey didn't truly have an issue with this at all. So, all of us -- still mostly sober mind you -- talked ourselves into doing this thing that, in retrospect, seems like an obviously bad idea. Of course, by the time it was clear that we'd taken a wrong turn, we were too far gone to go back and undo it.

Sierra laid four decks onto the table: green, purple, yellow, and orange. She put the spinner in the middle and gave each of us a tiny pawn to put on the board. The pieces were small and made of tin. Like Monopoly pieces they were in different shapes, only these ones were supposed to be dirty. Mine was a tiny, silver-y, panty-covered butt.

Becky eyed her piece -- a little circumcised penis with a tiny bump on the bottom to symbolize balls -- like she expected it to jump up and bite her at any moment. I noticed she'd already finished her first glass and was pouring a second one. Joey saw what his sister was doing and quickly finished his own drink. Becky filled his glass after she was done doing hers.

"Slow down guys," I said.

"I'm playing a sexy board game with my husband and my brother," Becky said.

"You're right," I said, "Speed up guys."

"The game is not that sexy," Sierra said, "I mean, look at this thing. It's all PG-13 racy. I glanced at the cards and they're all silly stuff like kiss your partner on the bottom. That kind of thing. It's trying so hard to be horny, it actually makes me feel less aroused than before."

"Sounds like most of the guys I dated in high school," Becky said with a smirk. Both girls giggled.

And just like that, the game was on. We decided that, since it was her idea to play, Sierra should go first. The spinner told her to move three spaces, which put her pawn on a purple square. She picked up the matching colored card.

"Take off one piece of clothing," Sierra said, "Easy enough." She lifted off her pink sweater, revealing a pinstriped, white and blue blouse.

Moving around the table, it was Joey's turn next. He also spun a three and took a purple card.

"Take off one piece of clothing," he read, "OK." He reached down and took off a sock.

"Do both, babe," Sierra said, smiling coquettishly. Joey didn't argue, he just reached down and bared both his feet. If his sister was elfin, then Joey was a hobbit.

Becky was next. She hit a two, which was a yellow square. She held up the card and read it aloud. "Truth: when was the last time you masturbated." My petite blonde wife turned pinkish.

"That's a lot more than slipping off a sock," I said.

"When I was looking before, each of the decks had a theme," Sierra said, "Purple is clothing. Yellow is truths. The greens and oranges are different levels of dares. But, honestly, it was all pretty tame. As far as I can tell, this is as racy as it gets."

Looking at the board, most of the early squares were greens, purples, and yellows. But as the path went along, the colors changed too, to the point that it was almost all orange at the end. For a moment, I considered what Sierra thought 'tame' meant. But then Becky broke my concentration.

"Two days ago," she said, staring down at the table. No one needed to ask what she meant. Becky took another big swallow of scotch.

"How was it?" Sierra asked. That girl was going for trouble. I was about to argue that her question wasn't on the card, but my wife answered before I could.

"Eh," Becky said with a shrug.

I'll be honest, Becky and I had been going through a bit of a dry spell. Considering everything else going on in our lives, that shouldn't be so surprising. But I felt a little hurt by her admission. I mean, two days before I had been home and would have been more than willing to help out, as it were.

Sierra interrupted my thoughts to tell me it was my turn.

I spun a four, making me the first person to grab a green card.

"Taking the early lead," Sierra said.

"Drew was always the competitive one," Becky said. I shook my head at her and looked down at my card.

"Kiss your partner," the card said. I leaned over and kissed Becky on the cheek.

Sierra made puppy eyes at both of us. "So adorable," she said. Times like those, it was easy to remember that she was more than a decade younger than me. No matter how much her hot body might say otherwise.

For the next two rounds, not much happened. We took off innocuous clothing and did harmless stuff. The riskiest thing was when Becky had to kiss my crotch over my pants. And even that didn't feel sexy. Just strange.

On Becky's next turn, however, things got more interesting. She got a 'remove clothing' card, but had nothing to take off except her black, velvety dress. For the first time, someone would be showing serious skin.

"Oh man," Joey said, trying to appear embarrassed when Becky showed us the card.

His sister, however, did not pretend at any modesty. Instead, she calmly asked me to unzip her dress. I reached back, careful not to undo my handiwork from that morning. Becky stood up and lifted the outfit over her head.

My wife revealed her conservative, matching, cotton white bra and panties. She did a little pose, arms out, then sat back down. Becky had a nice body -- cute and compact. She was tiny all over, with little breasts that barely needed the bra. Her skin was pale and slightly pinkish in key places. She saw me checking her out and gave me a small smile.

"Still in love, so cute," Sierra said, playfully.

Joey made a show of covering his eyes.

"Oh, stop it," Becky said, "It's no more than a bikini."

Given permission, Joey gave his older sister a good look. The siblings both flushed at the same time, in the same way. It was adorable. Kind of.

I also lost a piece of clothing on my next turn, which meant slipping off my corduroy slacks. I was down to boxers and a dress shirt. I hoped no one noticed the bulge in my underwear and quickly sat back down.

"How far are we going with this?" I asked. Becky was down to her underwear and I was one piece of clothing behind. Joey was also in his t-shirt and boxers, while Sierra, disappointingly, had managed to stay mostly covered. Both her blouse and skirt remained.

"There aren't too many more purple squares," Sierra said, as if this addressed my question.

I gave my wife a serious stare. "Let's talk for a second," I said. I signaled with my head and Becky followed me into the kitchen. There was a pocket door, and I pulled it closed behind us.

Becky was in only her underwear. I wasn't far off from the same. Both of us stood in her parents' kitchen while another couple (including her brother) waited for us in the other room.

"This is weird, right?" I asked.

"It's just my dopey brother," Becky said, "It's fine." She looked a bit stumbly and I realized that maybe she'd had a bit more to drink than I'd thought.

"Look, I get that we've been fighting a lot lately," I said, "But I hope you know I support you, no matter what."

"It's fine," Becky said, "We're fine. Let's have fun." She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then went back out to the dining room. I watched her go.

What exactly was I so worked up about? No one was naked. Everything had been lively, sure, but nothing untoward. I knew my problem: it was the unknown. What happened when we did take off more clothes? Or if the cards started asking for something more serious? But then, wasn't I being silly worrying about things that hadn't happened yet?

I forced myself to take a deep breath. It felt like one in the morning, but when I looked at the clock in the kitchen, it said the time was only 9:30. Things weren't as bad as I thought. Not yet.

"Everything OK?" Sierra asked me when I came back into the dining room. The curvy, young brunette seemed actually concerned, which was sweet.

"I poured you another glass," Becky said, and handed me my drink. I took a gulp and felt a bit better.

It was my spin next and, sure enough, I lost my shirt. I slowly undid the buttons, then tossed it aside. I've never been a muscle man, but I was slim with a bit of brown hair on my pecs. Becky gave an appreciative cheer when I bared my chest. Even better, Sierra gave me a sly little smile. But don't think I missed that both my wife and I were now in only our underwear.

The next two rounds balanced things out a little better.

While Becky and I got truths (she'd cheated on a geometry test in high school, I'd smoked pot a couple times in college), both Joey and Sierra lost their clothes. Joey had to take off his t-shirt. He was thin, almost scrawny, and his chest was covered in thick black hair.

But I barely noticed because I was still reeling from Sierra finally (finally!) showing some skin. The beautiful brunette had undone her blouse, revealing a bright red, plunge-style bra. Her breasts seemed even larger than I'd imagined. Full and fantastic. And I wasn't even seeing all of them. Sierra caught me staring -- hell how could she not? -- but instead of getting upset, she just gave me a grin.

Things got even better the next round. Becky had to play with her nipple for a minute (behind her bra, it was barely anything interesting), I had to admit that I had a crush on some girl at work (I wasn't going to mention Sierra in that moment. I wasn't that stupid), and Joey ended up standing on one leg and singing the Star-Spangled Banner (like I said, the game was weird).

But spectacular Sierra also lost her last piece of overwear, slipping her slim skirt down her long legs. She was wearing a pair of bright bikini briefs that matched her shining scarlet bra. Her panties kept everything covered, sadly, but seeing the shape of her thighs and butt was more than enough reward. I was suddenly very glad that Becky had guilted me into going to her parents' house for Thanksgiving.

Becky refilled our drinks while we got used to our new state of mostly undressed. Eyes went everywhere, examining everyone in detail. The scotch was running low, but my wife came back with another bottle, this time gin, and made sure we were all well lubricated.

I would have gotten up to help my wife pour, but I was trapped at the table. I had an epic erection going, and my underwear might as well have been see-through. I noticed Becky's brother wasn't getting up either. We both were clearly suffering from the same affliction.

Worse, the chances of someone revealing something serious next were super high. I was trying to balance my hopes of seeing more Sierra skin with my own wish to stay covered (let alone the complex feelings I had around my wife or her brother getting naked) and I kept toppling over. Except, for the first time, the game didn't cooperate. The purple squares began to peter out on the path. Instead, a new color came into play: orange.

Sierra had described these before as "riskier" dares and I hadn't thought to ask what she meant. The greens had all been oddly tame (like Joey's one-legged anthem). Thus, almost anything was more dangerous than what we'd been asked to do so far. But we found out very quickly what the oranges offered.

It was my wife's turn and, sure enough, she landed on the first orange square. I noticed her hand was shaking slightly as she reached for the card. It might seem silly to be so worked up, but we kept waiting for the game to surprise us with something shocking. It had promised us dirty doings on the box, so we had to assume they were coming at some point, right?

Becky read the card. "Kiss the person of the opposite sex on the other team," she said, showing us the card.

Well, there it was. The game had finally revealed its biggest twist. And honestly? It wasn't that bad? Becky bounced out of her chair, went around the table, and kissed her brother on the cheek. They both giggled nervously. Then Becky sat back down. She gave me a shrug.

I was next and I got a purple, one of the last. I started to stand up and pull down my boxers. Then the reality hit me, and I paused. I didn't mind being naked if everyone else was too. But the truth was, just looking at the board, it was really unlikely that would happen. Why did I have to be the only one showing brain?

"What if I don't do it?" I asked. The table turned and looked at me. "What's the penalty?"

Sierra froze for a moment, then reached for the manual. I looked over at Becky for solidarity, and she gave me a small chin nod.

"It says you have to move back three spaces," Sierra said. I didn't see the big deal with that at all. So, I'd be behind. I mean, did I really care? It seemed like losing the game was a much lesser penalty than losing the last of my clothes. I moved my little butt-shaped token backwards and sat down, still in my underwear.

It gave me a moment to look at the state of the board. Even with my setback, we were all more than halfway through our journey. Yes, we were all in our underwear and we'd only done the first orange dare. But with so little of the path left to play, it was hard to imagine things getting much more interesting than this.

Sierra was next and she took a truth card. "Have you ever participated in a threesome?" she read. "Fuck." She quickly looked away. She seemed surprisingly upset by the content of the card.

"Seriously?" Becky asked.

"It was before I met Joey," Sierra said.

"Wow," I said.

"It's not as hot as it sounds," Sierra said, still not able to look our way. "I was a freshman in college. I'd turned 18 a few months before. My boyfriend kept begging for us to be with another guy. He said it would be fun to 'share' me. Turns out I wasn't the one he wanted at all."

"Wow," I said, again, but in a much different tone of voice.

"It's silly now, but at the time it kind of broke my heart," Sierra said, "I felt so rejected. Like, how bad am I that my boyfriend would rather be with another dude?"

"That's not how it works," Becky said, kindly, "You don't 'turn' someone gay. They just are that way."

"No, I know," Sierra said, "Rationally, I get it. But in the moment, it hurt, you know?"

"I'm sorry, babe," Joey said. He reached over and rubbed Sierra's shoulder.

"Let's get on with the game," Sierra said, quickly.

Joey was next and he also earned a yellow card. But this one was different than what we'd gotten used to.

"You must answer one question honestly," the card said. All of us looked at each other. The card was surprisingly opaque. What question? Who provided it? Sierra, our gamemaster, went and looked at the manual, but it didn't explain anything.

"I guess, ummm, we just do what it says?" she said.

We sat in silence. Everyone mulling it over. The card was so random, it felt like anything was on the table. But then, that also meant that nothing was, either. It was another weird design choice in an already strange game.

Finally, I sat up and gave Joey a smirk. I didn't mean to be mean to the guy. Honestly, I thought he was OK. Weird, sure, but who isn't? He was clearly a talented artist, very smart. We didn't have much in common, but since when was that a requirement of friendship? But I couldn't get the idea out of my head. I knew I was putting him on the spot. In the moment, with everything else going on, I didn't care.

"Who was it in the painting?" I asked. Everyone turned and looked at me. Joey's face went a little pale.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"The nude you showed us earlier," I said, "Who did you paint?"

"Oh!" Joey said. His eyes flitted around the room. "She was, um, a model. You know? They bring them in for us. So yeah, just some random chick who does nude modeling for extra cash. I don't know her name or anything."

"Uh huh," I said. Joey sat back with his arms crossed, defiant. Becky rolled her eyes. Sierra though, was looking at me quite differently. It was the same face she'd made when we were playing Scrabble and she was working out the best word to use.

Becky was next to go and she got a dare to fondle herself for one minute. Apparently, that's what the sand timer was for. So, we turned that over and Becky lazily dragged her hands over her body. It wasn't as hot as I'm sure the game designers had been hoping. Mostly, she just cupped her breasts and ran her finger over her panty-covered crotch till the sand timer ran out.

"How was it?" I asked.

"Eh," Becky said.

Now it was my turn, and I pulled an orange. "Spank your partner's bare bottom ten times."

"Oh, come on!" Becky said.

"I don't know, hon, you have been pretty naughty lately," I said. Becky rolled her eyes at me.

"You better hope one of those doesn't come up for you, buddy," Becky said.

"At least it's me doing it and not your brother," I said. Becky looked over at Joey for a moment, then back at me. Was I wrong that my 'consolation' wasn't all that soothing to her?

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"Fine," Becky said.

I gestured for my petite blonde wife to bend over my lap. I reared back like I was going to slam her ass, but then I gave her a light pat instead.

"Boo!" Sierra said.

"Give it to her for real," Joey said.

I looked down at Becky, lying prone over my lap. She had to be feeling my hard-on mashed into her chest. She did look pretty hot that way -- her tight, perky, white-panty-covered butt pointing upwards.

This time, I gave her a proper slap.

"Ow!"

I hit her again. Her buttcheek turned a satisfying pink.

"Does anyone else want a shot at this?" I asked, grinning at the table.

"The card says..."

"I do!" Sierra said.

"Me too!" Joey said.

Becky groaned, but didn't move off my lap. Sierra stood next to me and whacked my wife, hard. This time, Becky really did yelp in pain. Sierra, though, just laughed and clapped her hands.

Then she stepped out of the way so Becky's brother could take a turn. Joey looked down at his older sister, lying prone over my lap, like a starving man staring at a filet mignon. He reached back like he was going to slap his sis, but instead he just groped her butt.

"Sorry," he said, clearly not at all sorry, "I guess I just don't have it in me to hurt you, Becks."

We still had six slaps to go, and so I stopped teasing my wife and got down to it. Slap. Slap. Slap. I smacked her bottom till it glowed rosy. Becky complained throughout, but I could tell she was mostly pretending. Even more importantly, I couldn't miss the wet spot in the crotch of her panties.

Becky climbed off me and went back to her seat. She groaned as she sat on her tender butt, then gave me a sneaking smile. I didn't think my wife was into the rough stuff, but maybe she wanted it more than I realized.

Sierra was next. The beautiful, buxom brunette got another orange dare. I don't think I was the only person in the room that was anticipating something exciting. Except, as soon as she saw the card, her gorgeous face twisted into a frown.

"I don't want to do this one," she said. She flashed us the card, which had her making out for five minutes with someone of the same sex. In other words, my wife. "I'm sorry, Becky. I'm sure you're a great kisser. It's just not the kind of thing I'm into."

"No problem," Becky said. I doubted my wife wanted to make out with Sierra either. I won't lie, I was a little disappointed. Picturing my pretty wife passionately kissing the sexy Sierra had me, somehow, even harder than before. But then I thought about how I'd feel if I drew a card that made me kiss Joey and I realized that it was for the best that no one was being forced to do anything.

Sierra moved her piece back three spaces. Now, Joey and Becky were both in the lead, with me and Sierra trailing noticeably behind. Without knowing what the 'prize' was, it was hard for me to care that I was losing.

The fact that we seemed to be only a few turns from the end had me both happy and disappointed. On the one hand, this weird, sort-of-dirty game wasn't really leading anywhere, no matter how much we might pretend otherwise. Was I going to have sex with my wife in her parents' house after we played? No, I was not. And now that we'd gotten past losing clothes, making it clear that I'd only be seeing Sierra's underwear, I didn't have much excitement for anything else that might occur.

Still, the idea that maybe something that was more sexy than silly might show up for me and Sierra kept me optimistic. And, honestly, I didn't mind if something similar occurred with Becky and Joey. I mean, what was going to happen? It was only her brother, after all.

I got a taste of it the very next turn when Joey's orange card gave him one minute to fondle my wife. Becky stuck her tongue out at him after he read his fate aloud.

"You have to play with your sister's boobies," she said, teasingly.

"I'll suffer through, somehow," Joey said, but I wasn't buying his nonchalance.

He patted his leg for Becky to sit on his lap and his big sister did as she was told. I turned over the sand timer. Joey slowly began to tickle his way up his sister's bare arms.

At first, Becky giggled uncomfortably, but she began to settle as her brother traced his way around her shoulders. He ran his hands down, gradually circling till he reached her tiny breasts, then quickly skirted away. He went back to her shoulders, and I swear I saw a little look of disappointment cross my wife's face as her brother teased her.

Again, Joey began tracing his way towards Becky's breasts. But he only skimmed the tops before escaping. The final time, he slid his hands below her boobs and, quickly, cupped Becky's little tits over her bra.

My wife lay back on her brother's chest and groaned a little as he grabbed hold. Slowly, Joey began rubbing Becky's breasts. The gesture wasn't the tentative touch of a sibling. He was clearly not uncomfortable. This was the slow massage of a lover.

I was so distracted, I forgot to watch the sand timer. When I looked down, the grains had all gone. We'd forgotten to look.

"That's time," I said, my voice betraying me slightly.

Becky got up, gave her little brother a grin, and went back to her seat.

"That was nice," she said, though no one asked her.

"You have fun, too?" Sierra asked her boyfriend. Joey was sitting back, looking a bit dreamy. I doubted it was just the alcohol.

"Oh yeah," he said, then suddenly remembered who he was talking to. "I mean, um, they were nothing compared to yours, babe."

Now it was Becky's turn to be insulted. She made a short, sharp, "hmph!"

"I mean, ummm. Crap," Joey raised his hands in surrender.

"I think what Joey means to say is that you have very nice breasts, Becky," I said, "But because you're his sister, he prefers Sierra's."

"Yes, that," Joey said, "Thanks, Drew."

Becky appeared to be mollified by Joey's apology through me, and she sat back with a satisfied smirk. Sierra, however, was now eyeing both siblings warily.

My wife's turn was next, and she drew a yellow card. Again, all it said was that she had to answer one question honestly. Before any of us could speak, Joey jumped out.

"What's going on with you, sis?" he asked.

Becky tried to play it off, but, perceptively, Joey wasn't having any of it. For a moment, I really respected the kid. He clearly cared about his sister and was smart enough to see she was suffering.

"You're clearly not OK," Joey said, "I can tell. I know Drew can, too."

I nodded, taking Joey's side. Becky sighed.

"I'm having a tough time lately, that's all," she said, placatingly, "It's not a big deal. I'm fine. Everything's fine. Work's been a pain. And, well, I turned thirty a few months ago."

"I know, sis. I just turned twenty," Joey said.

"Thirty is different than twenty," Becky said, unknowingly repeating what I'd said before. "You've got your whole life in front of you."

"So do you!" Joey said.

"It's not the same," Becky said, "I'm looking at my life and I'm starting to wonder about where I'm at. What I'm doing. Is this really my career, my life? Or do I want something more?"

"Like kids?" Joey prompted.

"You've been talking to Mom too much," Becky said, "But yes. Maybe?"

I startled. I'd been talking about kids for the past year and gotten completely stonewalled. Now Becky was admitting she was at least thinking about it. That was big.

"I guess being home is part of it too," Becky said, "I used to be so young and fun. Now here I am, feeling like an old lady. I like my life, you know? But sometimes I miss the young, wild me. I don't remember saying goodbye to her, and now she's totally gone. It makes me sad sometimes."

The room was silent. I don't think Becky had planned on going full monologue, but now that she had, it hit the room like a Hulk fist, smashing through our alcohol-induced good cheer.

"Sorry to be such a downer," Becky said.

"It's fine," I said, "I wish you could say these things to me more."

"I wish you'd listen," Becky said. Somehow the room went even silent-er.

"It's, um, your turn, Drew," Sierra said.

"I think I'm ready for this game to be over," I said. I looked at my wife and she nodded slowly.

"After you go, the rest of us can each take one last turn," Sierra said, "I think it'll be fun to finish it."

The way she said it, it made perfect sense. I wasn't looking forward to yet another fight with my wife. Doing something else for a little longer, even this silly boardgame, seemed like a better option. I looked over at Becky.

"Can we at least talk first?" I asked her.

She smiled at me and stroked my arm. "It's alright," she said, "We're alright. I'm sorry I snapped at you. Let's just have fun."

"You're sure?"

"Definitely," Becky said, taking another swig of gin.

I took my wife's word for it. I'm not sure what else I was supposed to do. I spun and landed on an orange dare.

I'll be honest, I think we got complacent with the game. The fact that I was playing a sex game with my wife and another, college-aged couple -- one of whom was my wife's younger brother -- slipped away at some point. The alcohol helped, for sure. The toughest part of the game had been a truth card, for God's sake. That says a lot.

So, when I turned over my card, I was legitimately surprised. My heart leapt in my chest. My stomach dropped to the floor. I don't think I've ever been more excited and terrified at the same time.

"Ummm, OK," I said, "I think I'm going to pass on this one."

"You can only pass once," Sierra said quickly.

"Since when?"

"It's in the rulebook. I'm sure I said it before," Sierra said. She handed me the manual as if I was actually going to check. "Come on, it can't be that bad."

I gave her a searching look. That was pretty confident coming from someone who didn't know what the card said.

"Do you have to kiss Joey?" Becky asked, sounding a bit too enthusiastic.

I couldn't even say the words. I just turned the card over so the table could read.

"Oh wow," Becky said.

"Nice!" Joey said, then quickly recovered, "I mean, um, yikes."

But it was Sierra who I was searching. The beautiful brunette stared hard at the card. She made her little processing face, which somehow only made her more adorable.

"Well, I guess I walked into that one," she said, then smiled at me broadly.

The card said, "Get a one-minute handjob from the person of the opposite sex on the other team."

"Sorry," I said, truly meaning it. Yes, sure, this was my dream come true. But that's the thing about dreams: they ignore some important aspects of reality. Things like the fact that the hot girl's boyfriend and your own wife are watching it happen. That you both must and must not enjoy what's going on. Any excitement I might have felt about the idea was overcome by my anxiety about its actual execution. Even the thought of taking off my boxer shorts in front of the incredible coed made me feel ill.

"It's OK," Sierra said, "I'm happy to do it for you, truly. It'll be fun."

My wife went around the table and sat next to her younger brother so Sierra could settle down at my side. Her bright green eyes shone wide at me. A smile played on her full lips.

The gorgeous girl slipped her hand down my bare chest slowly. "Start the timer," she said, and dipped under my boxers.

Her hand gripped my dick, tight. I groaned, despite myself. Becky and I hadn't been intimate in weeks. Spending the evening with two attractive women in their underwear hadn't helped things either. The fact that it was Sierra -- curvy incredible Sierra -- who was holding my cock only amplified all of that. I doubted I was going to last much longer, and she hadn't even started stroking me yet.

For a moment, I glanced over at my wife. Sierra used her free hand to quickly pull my attention back to her.

"It's OK," she said, "I've got you."

Gently, she began working her hand up and down my shaft. In that moment, she had complete control of my body. Every little twitch of her fingers, every subtle movement, had me in her thrall.

Despite the magic of her grip, the sorcery of her touch, it was Sierra's face that made the difference. Her eyes were bright with affection. Her mouth curled up in concentration. All of it made for the perfect picture of a woman who was both wonderfully submissive and yet totally in control.

"Your husband has a great dick," I heard Sierra say, distant. She pumped me up and down. Her fist moving faster. There was no lube, but I didn't need it. Her touch was perfectly tight yet still soft and wonderful. There was no doubt in my mind. In a moment, I was going to go right over the top, covering the beautiful coed's hand in my...

"Time!" Joey called. I looked over at the sand timer. The top was completely empty. I groaned in frustration. My balls ached as Sierra let go of my cock. Surprisingly, though, the look on her face seemed just as disappointed.

"Was she good?" Becky asked me, sounding surprisingly supportive.

"Not... bad..." I choked out. I was so on edge, my vision was going in and out of focus.

"I'm glad," Becky said.

Sierra stayed seated next to me and took her turn. She also got an orange card. I was in denial. I truly believed that the last card had been a fluke. That we would be back to silly stuff in seconds.

"Get fondled for one minute by the person of the opposite sex from the other team." Sierra showed us the card.

"Well, seems like your lucky night, Drew," Becky said. Again, I waited for my wife to sound upset. Again, she was remarkably calm about all of this. When I looked her way, she just gave me a saucy smile. I know. I should have seen it coming. Sometimes we tell ourselves stupid lies and we believe them simply because it's easier than accepting the truth.

"You're sure?" I mouthed to her.

"Yes!" Becky mouthed back, like it was a ridiculous question.

Sierra turned over the timer, then turned to face me. Like Joey had done with my wife, I started slowly tracing my way over her shoulders. Sierra shook her head at me and laughed.

"Don't waste time. Get to the good stuff," she said. She grabbed both my hands and put them right on her bra-covered breasts.

Oh. My. God.

I'd been with women before my wife. Maybe I was just used to Becky's little boobs. But I swear, Sierra's massive melons were like nothing I'd ever hefted before. Even through the bra. They were so full and soft. Practically perfect as they overspilled my palms.

The gorgeous brunette grinned at me warmly. And I decided to go for broke. I had lots of excuses for what I did next. But let's be honest here: I had a chance to touch what could easily be the world's greatest breasts. I wasn't going to let the moment slip.

I slid my hands under the cups of Sierra's red bra and grabbed hold of her bare boobs. They were amazing. Even better than I could have imagined. Her nipples were like diamonds scratching against my palms.

The gorgeous girl gasped as I groped her, but she didn't say a word. I slowly massaged at her flesh. Hefted each breast. Amazed at what I was holding in my hands.

"Fucking hell," I said. The words just slipped out. But Sierra only smiled at me.

"We're running out of time," she breathed, eyes focused on the sand timer.

Immediately, I knew what she wanted. I took my right hand out from under her bra (I couldn't let go completely) and then put it right on her pussy. It was like touching a stove, her sex was so hot. Even through the red bikini panties.

I pressed my fingers about where I thought her clit would be. She grunted, shifting her body closer.

"Fucking hell," she said.

I moved my hand to her waistband. I didn't care who was watching. I was going to reach down, feel this beautiful girl's bare pussy, and bring her off like...

"That's time!" Becky announced.

Again, both Sierra and I shared a look of phenomenal frustration. For a second, I imagined begging Becky and Joey for another minute. Long enough for Sierra and me to get each other off. But the words didn't work in my head, let alone on my tongue. So, I let them drift by.

Sierra and I separated, both of us fidgeting like crazy. I could see from where I was sitting that her red panties were soaked. She, no doubt, could see my hard-on fighting its way through my boxers. My own wet spot right at the tip. We gave each other a last, wistful look, then went back to the game.

I thought for sure that I would now be looking at two pissed off siblings. Joey could not be happy about what I'd done with his girlfriend. And, despite her protestations, I couldn't imagine my own wife was pleased. Instead, though, brother and sister both seemed to be eyeing each other calmly. They were clearly communicating, though I couldn't read what they were saying.

Joey didn't bother spinning. There were only orange spaces in front of him, so he took a card from one of those. His eyes went wide. His jaw dropped.

He turned over the card so we could see. "Simulate sex with the person of the opposite sex on the other team."

"What do you suppose simulate means?" Becky asked.

"Pretend," Sierra said, not unkindly.

"Yes, but how?" I asked.

"We just kind of go through the motions, I guess," Joey said. He took his sister's hand and pulled her up from her seat. "Here, um, why don't you, like, sit on the table."

Becky looked back at me, but I gave her the same warm smile she'd shared when it was my turn. She was the one who'd insisted this was all OK, after all.

Stiffly, my tiny blonde wife climbed up on the table and sat down. The hardwood held up admirably.

"OK, now what?" Becky asked.

Joey answered by slowly spreading his sister's bare thighs. Then he stepped between them. His body said he was nervous. His eyes said he was anything but. He pressed his underwear-covered crotch against his sister's.

Sierra gave me a goofy grin, then turned over the sand timer. Joey began to slide back and forth into Becky. He bounced his butt, as if he was penetrating her up on the table. I doubt their crotches were even touching. I was standing behind my wife though, so I couldn't really see for sure.

At first it was silly. Both siblings giggled. Then Becky's brother got a little more daring. He slid his hands around my wife's bare back, standing even closer. His movement became tighter.

I stepped to the side to see. Joey's hard dick was definitely pressing right against my wife's pussy now. The only thing between them was the thin cloth of their underwear. Becky closed her thin, pink legs around her brother's waist. The both of them rocked back and forth.

They weren't simulating sex anymore. The siblings were dry humping each other. Becky's little gasps and Joey's low groans. My wife wrapped her arms around her brother's shoulders. Joey's hands slipped down to grip her ass. The two of them gained a new urgency. I frantically split my focus between the two of them on the table and the sand timer.

"That's it," I said, as soon as the last grain slipped down.

The siblings disengaged slowly, like one of them might explode if they went too fast. That might have been the case, actually, now that I think about it. Becky gave Joey a shy smile. He grinned back at her. They both sat down in their chairs. Their faces the same shade of red. I noticed my wife's hand was resting on her brother's bare, hairy thigh.

As I sat back down, I found I had a very strange reaction to it all. I wasn't angry. I was a little jealous. But mostly I felt, horribly, terribly, totally turned on. More than ever before. It was a good thing I'd given up on hiding my hard-on, because it would have poked right through the table regardless.

Becky was still panting slightly as she picked up her last orange card. She looked at it, then shook her head ruefully. "Give a lap dance to the person of the opposite sex on the other team," she said. We all laughed. In only a few turns, we'd gone from shocked to expectant. If anything, I thought this one was a little tame.

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Joey pushed his chair back from the table to give his sister room. Becky stood in front of her brother, hands on her hips. She shook her head at him. "You're so bad."

"Yet you're the one who got spanked, sis," Joey said. He grinned at her knowingly.

For a moment, I saw Becky's confident veneer falter. She tried to tuck her pale blonde hair behind her ear.

"Can I maybe get some music?" she asked.

"I don't want to wake up your parents," Sierra said.

Holy crap. We'd gotten so into this, I'd forgotten the elder Wisniewskis were sleeping off their turkey binge in the master bedroom, up the stairs and all the way down the hall.

"If they haven't woken up by now," I said, letting my sentence trail off.

"I'll put it on low," Sierra said. She picked up her phone and picked something with a pulsing beat. Then she turned over the timer.

Becky is an athletic girl. She can usually keep up with me on runs and she was a cheerleader in high school. But she has zero rhythm. I mean none.

I guess with these things it usually turns into a strip tease, but Becky had nothing that she could strip. She wasn't taking off her underwear for her brother. So, instead, she just swayed her hips from side to side. Ran her hands up and down her body. She looked more uncomfortable than sexy. For a moment, it looked like a total bust.

Then Joey reached out and grabbed his sister's waist, pulling her forward. The dance dissolved. Joey ran his hands over Becky's body. Her bare arms and stomach. Becky lowered her crotch over her brother's and they both began to grind again. I saw Joey's hands close over his older sister's tiny tits. He pinched her nipples through the bra, and she groaned.

They were right back to where they'd been before, humping together through their underwear. Both sweating, eyes focused only on each other. Bodies building a rhythm.

"That's time guys," Sierra said.

The siblings kept going.

"Guys?" Sierra said. Finally, she waved them down. "Stop!"

Reluctantly, Becky peeled herself off her brother. She fell into her chair. They kept looking at each other, though. Becky's hand was now right on Joey's boxer-covered crotch. She was slowly stroking him up and down. Lazy, like she didn't even realize she was doing it.

"I don't suppose we could get another minute?" Joey asked, panting.

"Game's over," Sierra said, shaking her head. Becky stopped rubbing her brother's dick. But she didn't take her hand away.

"Fun game!" Becky said, a bit too forced.

"So, who won?" Joey asked.

"Well, we didn't exactly finish," Sierra said, "But I guess whoever is in first at the end of the game is the winner. Not that it means anything. It's not like there's a prize."

The relief washed over me. OK, we'd had some dirty fun. It was over the line at times, but not too bad. No one had gotten naked. Nobody had cum. I felt Sierra's boobs, she grabbed my dick, and the sibs both dry humped for a bit. That was definitely not appropriate. But it wasn't terrible. We'd come out of it safe. I really swear I felt that way. That we'd had just the right amount of risque excitement and could now go back to our regular, riskless lives.

I took a deep breath. Let my shoulders relax. I didn't realize how tense I was until that moment. This was fine. It had been fun! We blew off steam, yes, but we didn't blow up my marriage.

"Joey and I are both on the same square," Becky said.

"So, you both win," Sierra said. She started packing up the board.

"We tied," Becky said, with a smile.

"Well, you know what they say about ties," Joey said.

Then, before anyone could react, he turned to his sister and kissed her full on the lips. This was no little peck. It was a full, passionate kiss. Becky squirmed for a moment, then calmed. She reached her hand down and started rubbing her brother's dick through his boxers.

I was about to interrupt when I felt Sierra's hands on my bare chest. She looked at me, eyes overflowing with passion, and kissed me. Her tongue teased at my mouth and I let it slip in.

"It's OK," she said, softly. "Let it be OK."

Her hands dragged down my chest and found the waistband of my boxers. She pushed them down, then grabbed my naked, aching dick with both hands.

"I wasn't kidding before," Sierra said, "You have a great cock."

I forced myself to look away from the beautiful brunette. My wife had stripped off her brother's shorts and was stroking him up and down, as well. They were still kissing, passionately, like they were alone in the house. In the universe.

Sierra got my attention back. She reached behind herself and unsnapped her bra. Her magnificent breasts spilled free. Wow. Her tits were enormous, but they were also surprisingly round and physics-defyingly perky. Topped with cherry red nipples. I reached up and squeezed her bare tits while she stroked my dick. I wasn't going to last long.

Again, the siblings had mirrored us. I saw that Joey had gotten his sister's bra off. Becky's little boobs and pale pink nubs were totally exposed. Joey suckled one of them while his sister jacked him off.

I supposed I ought to do the same and brought my mouth to Sierra's nipple. The gorgeous girl groaned as I sucked on her boob.

"So good," she said.

Slowly, Sierra spread her legs, inviting my fingers to return the favor she was giving me. I didn't hesitate. Just reached across and pulled her red panties aside.

Sierra's pussy gaped open, dripping with girl goo. She was shaved completely bare; of course, she was. Her labia were puffy and near perfect. Her little clit was poking out, like saying hello.

For a moment, I thought about going down on her, but I wasn't sure if that was a good idea. I decided to play it safe and reached over with my fingers. I gently probed at her pussy, gradually working my way up to her clit. When I made contact, she gasped, loudly. Her grip on my cock slowed.

The next thing I head was Joey.

"Come on, sis," he said. Almost a whine.

"I don't know," Becky said.

They were both still in their seats, but Joey's hands were behind Becky's head and he was steering her down to his cock. Becky looked over at me, warily. Then she went back to staring down at her brother's turgid shaft.

"Come on sis," Joey said again, "Give me a blowie for my birthday."

It sounded like a pretty stupid argument to me, but it worked well enough for my wife. Becky opened her mouth and slurped up her brother's dick. Noisily, she began sucking up and down on him. Joey's eyes rolled back in his head.

"Oh God, yes," he said, "Becks, you're the best."

"Uh huh," My wife said, mouth full of her brother's dick.

I looked over at Sierra, hoping we'd get to match the other couple one last time. Instead, the beautiful brunette didn't move. In fact, she was stroking my dick even less -- totally focused on how I was rubbing her pussy. I started to bend down, myself. After all, I had no problem with oral. But Sierra shook her head.

I redoubled my efforts on her clit. I felt her body tighten around my hand. Her eyes went soft. I was getting her there, no doubt. She kept her grip on my cock, but now it was more like holding onto the safety bar on the roller coaster. So tight it was almost painful for me.

Joey was the first to go. I heard him grunt, then let out a low groan. I glanced over at my wife, surprised. I knew she didn't like to swallow. I kept waiting for her to pull off her brother's dick and finish him with her hand. Instead, Joey moaned, thrust up with his hips, and emptied his seed into his sister's waiting mouth.

Becky choked for a moment, then dutifully gulped down her brother's spend. Joey clearly came a lot, pumping into his sister so much I saw a small drip escape the side of her mouth and run down her chin.

My petite wife looked up at her brother with nothing but love. They smiled at each other. Then looked over at their significant others.

I was really rubbing Sierra hard now. One hand in her pussy, the other on her clit. Pumping and pressing as fast as I could. Her own hands were now on her tits. She pulled at her nipples like they were cherry taffy.

"Oh fuck!" she cried. Her legs, her arms, her eyes -- they all slammed closed. She underwent what looked like a little seizure. Then stilled.

Her beautiful green eyes popped open. Her pupils dilated with lust.

"Oh wow," Sierra said. "That was really..." She stopped herself, remembering she had an audience. "That was nice."

"I'm glad," I said, meaning it.

The gorgeous girl looked over and saw my cock, still hard as a rock. "I guess I lost track of things, in the moment," Sierra said.

"It's OK," I said. My wife and her brother were both watching us now, hands to themselves. Something told me the moment was over. I would not be getting off. I was sad, for sure, but also kind of relieved. Maybe cumming isn't a good idea, I thought, with remarkable clarity.

Sierra smiled at me, shyly. "I'll owe you one," she whispered. I hoped my wife hadn't heard.

We all slowly stood up, like we'd just been wrestling. Our muscles sore. Bodies aching. My balls felt like they were going to burst, they were pulsing so hard. I willed myself to let it go.

Silently, we all gathered up the boardgame stuff and the alcohol and cleaned up. We did not want the Wisniewski parents finding any evidence of this adventure in the morning.

When we were done, we picked up our clothes. Becky pulled her bra on, but we all stayed in our underwear. Joey gave his sister a chaste little kiss on the cheek. Sierra shared the same with me. The college couple tromped off to Joey's bedroom down the hall. Becky and I went to the guest room on the other side.

Still in our underwear, we quietly climbed into bed.

We lay in the darkness, silent. My hard-on wasn't going anywhere, but somehow I knew that asking Becky for a little assistance was out of the question. I looked up at the pockmarked ceiling and hoped that, if sleep wouldn't show up, at least the night might go quickly.

"Well, that was weird," Becky said. She was staring upwards as well. Arms straight at her sides. Both of us in nearly the same position in the strange, musty bed.

"Very odd," I agreed.

"I'm sorry. I let it go too far," Becky said, "With everything going on and the alcohol. I lost control. That was bad."

"No, it's OK," I said, "I mean, we both crossed a line."

"Yes, we did," Becky said, "You're not mad?"

"Maybe a little jealous?" I said, thinking specifically of the fact that my wife's breath probably smelled of her brother's cum right then. "But no. Like I said, we both did it."

"It wasn't so bad," Becky said, "Maybe?"

Again, I had to agree. I know it's weird to say what we did was dodging a bullet. But honestly, it really felt like we'd ended up with the lesser of about five-hundred other potential evils. I felt weirdly thankful in that bed. I truly did.

"I told you so," I said with a chuckle, "About your brother."

Becky laughed. "And you got your sexy Sierra."

I turned to her, serious. "I love you," I said.

"I know," Becky said, "But still. How was it being with your little crush girl?"

"Fine?" I said, "I don't know. How was it being with your brother?"

"Weird," Becky said, "Strangely familiar but also definitely strange. It was... I can't describe it. Like, just touching him, I could feel the genetic connection. It was more like feeling a part of myself than a stranger. Something about that made everything seem really, super wrong. Almost sickening. But that pumped up the allure of the whole thing, too. I can't describe it."

"Sounds intense," I said.

"Do you wish it had gone further?" Becky asked, as if it had just occurred to her.

"With Sierra?"

My wife rolled her eyes at me. I didn't know how to answer. There didn't seem to be a response that didn't get me in trouble. But not answering would be deemed equally as damning.

"I wish I'd gotten off," I said, "My dick is killing me. But, like, what do you mean by further? Like sex? I don't know."

"Be honest," Becky said, "Seriously, after what happened tonight, I literally can't get mad."

"Maybe?" I said, "But then I think about it and I don't know. I don't think I've ever been happier to be disappointed. If that makes sense."

"Sorta," Becky said.

"Do you?" I asked, "Wish it could have gone further?"

"With my brother?!" Becky asked, "Ew. No."

But there was something odd in the finality of her refutation. Like it was somehow less convincing than a half-confession.

We went quiet after that. Eventually I must have drifted off, though I don't remember doing it. I can't imagine how I fell asleep, being honest. But, at some point, consciousness must have slipped away because the next thing I remember is popping awake to a dark room.

The bed next to me was empty. The covers folded back.

I slipped out from under the sheets. The quiet of the house seemed to dampen every sound. I opened the bedroom door. Everything was dark. Had Becky gone to the bathroom?

Then I heard whispers coming from downstairs.

I slunk down the hallway. I could see, now, a small orange light was on in the kitchen, but nothing more. The hushed voices became clearer. Becky and Joey were both standing by the dining room table. Still in their underwear. I noticed my wife's thin hand resting on her brother's chest.

"I don't think we should," Becky said.

"So why are you out here?" Joey asked.

"I don't know," Becky said.

They were both so locked into each other, they didn't hear me as I slipped down the stairs. I crouched on the carpet a little ways away and watched them. Even with the little bit of light, I could see well enough.

Joey's dark hair and olive skin contrasted strangely with his sister's pale, pink body and light blonde hair. Despite that one difference, though, they were quite similar. They were about the same height. Joey only an inch or two taller. Their bodies were both shaped the same. Faces alike, too. They even made similar expressions as they spoke. You didn't need a family tree to know that Becky and Joey were sister and brother.

Yet the way they stood and spoke to each other, they were acting like anything but.

Becky's arms were now wrapped around Joey's neck. His hands were on her bare waist. They rocked back and forth slightly, though nothing inappropriate was touching. Yet.

"I lied before," Joey said, "That's you. It's always been you."

"That's sweet," Becky said, trying to look away. I could hear them both so clearly despite their quiet. Like I was tuned into their frequency.

"It's how I see you," Joey continued, "Angelic and perfect. Beautiful in every way. I love you, Becky."

"You're my brother," Becky said.

"And more," he replied.

"My husband is sleeping right down the hall," Becky said, "Your girlfriend..."

"I want to be with you," Joey said, "I don't care about anyone else."

He leaned down and kissed her. Their lips met loud and wet. Becky's hands rested on her brother's chest, but she didn't push him away.

I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and nearly leapt right through the ceiling. Fortunately, the siblings were so enraptured in each other, they didn't hear me gasp.

I turned back and saw Sierra standing next to me. She was wearing just her scarlet bra and panties.

"They get to the good part yet?" she asked, so quiet I could barely hear.

I wanted to pretend at obliviousness, but I couldn't. I shook my head.

"Good," Sierra said. She settled down next to me. Reached over and absently began rubbing my cock though my boxers. I reached for her, but she gently put my hands back in my lap.

Joey ran his fingers up his sister's flank and closed them around her little tit. Their lips connected tight. He pulled the bra strap off Becky's shoulder, baring one breast, then the other.

"Joey, I don't know," Becky said.

"Yes, you do," he said, "You came out here. You want it. Want me. Say it."

"Joey," Becky whined. Like she was the younger sibling instead of ten years older. But she let her brother unsnap her bra and expose her chest. Joey wrapped his hands around my wife's boobs like they were made of gold. He broke their kiss and began to suck on her pale, pink nipples. Becky let her head drop back.

I looked over at Sierra. The gorgeous girl was totally entranced by what was going on in front of her. Absently, she reached into the fly of my boxers and grabbed my bare cock. I gasped and she shushed me. "Almost there," Sierra said.

I don't know what I was rooting for at that point. What I was hoping. Maybe I was supposed to step in and stop them. Or shout and cheer them on? What Sierra was implying only twisted my instincts further.

I was overcome with it. The jealousy of watching my wife with another man. The disgust of seeing a brother and sister being intimate with each other. The desire of feeling an impossibly beautiful woman -- probably the most incredible girl I'd ever seen -- stroking my dick and suggesting so much more. There was no result that I wanted, yet none I could live with going without.

With his sister's bra removed, Joey went for the next prize. He reached down to Becky's cotton white panties and slowly pulled them down her thin thighs. I couldn't see it in the darkness, but I knew that Becky had a small, blonde tuft of hair over her slot. Her labia trim and tight. Like they were keeping a secret.

My wife lightly kicked off her underwear when it reached her ankles. Still kissing her brother. Their tongues clearly twisting. Their bodies ever closer, the barer they became.

Joey pushed his own boxers off, kicking them away the same way his sister had. Despite his earlier orgasm, his dick stuck straight out. Pointing right where it wanted to go. Right in his sister's most forbidden spot.

Sierra pulled at my underwear, tossing it nearby. She reached back and undid her red bra, again revealing her perfect, massive breasts. She pushed her panties over her ample ass. Watching the fabric stretch around her hips was maybe the most erotic thing I've ever seen. After everything that already happened that evening, that's saying a lot.

The beautiful brunette sidled closer to me. Her breasts pressed into my arm. Her long hair hung cool over my shoulder. She squeezed my dick, lovingly. Latched onto my earlobe with her lips, sending tingles down my arms.

"I'll give you another blowjob," I heard Becky whisper to her brother. Both of them now completely naked in front of each other in the family dining room.

"No," Joey said.

"We can lick each other," Becky said.

"Say it," Joey said, "I know what you really want."

There was a long, heavy pause.

"No Joey," Becky said, "We can't."

Joey started to pull away. My wife grabbed his hips to stop him.

"You have to tell me," Joey said.

"OK," Becky said.

My heart managed to sink in despair and explode with joy at the same moment.

"Yesssss," Sierra hissed in my ear.

"Say it," Joey said.

"I want your cock inside me," Becky said.

"Whose cock?"

"My brother's," Becky said, "I want my brother to fuck me. Come on Joey. Please. Put your dick in your sister. I promise it'll be so good."

Joey practically cackled. He kissed his sister, hard. Becky pulled back, teasing. She turned around and started to bend over the table. Her little tits pressing into the wood.

"No," Joey said. He pulled her up and spun her around. He gripped her thighs and lifted her up, so she was sitting on the table. Her bare butt resting where we'd shared Thanksgiving dinner with her family only a few hours before.

"You have to see," Joey said, "To know. You can't pretend. You have to look into my eyes and know that it's your brother who's fucking you. Making you cum."

"Oh God," Becky said. Her words were laden with anticipation, desire, and just a hint of fear.

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I could see my wife's blue eyes go wide as she took her brother's cock for the first time. Watched her face slightly cinch as he entered her pussy. That perfect mixture of pain and pleasure.

Sierra pulled my gaze to her and kissed me, hard, on the lips. Then she turned around and knelt down on all fours, facing the sexual siblings.

"So, we can watch," she said.

I began to kiss my way down her thighs.

"Don't you dare," she hissed.

I got the hint. I took my cock and aimed it up at her slit. She was so aroused, I could feel the heat coming off her pussy in waves. Could smell her unique scent. Powerfully feminine and wonderfully intoxicating. A lot like Sierra herself.

I placed my dick at her opening and slid forward. The college girl took my cock like a champ. Just shlllllluuuuurrrrrp and I was completely encased in her cunt. For a moment, I was surprised at how easy it was. Then she bore down with her pussy, like a mouth squeezing down on my dong.

Holy fuck! I'd never felt anything like it. Both of us groaned as we became one.

It must have been a bit too loud, because the siblings suddenly stopped and looked our way. All four of us -- brother buried in sister, husband hilted in girlfriend -- froze in mid-fuck. Finally, Becky reached up and put her hand, lovingly on Joey's cheek.

"It's OK," she said. They kissed. Then Joey began slowly battering his sister on the table.

"She likes her nipples twisted," he said to the room, like this was a casual conversation.

I reached down and found Sierra's breasts. It was like pulling on a string. As soon as I tweaked her nipple, her pussy closed even tighter. Again, the two of us groaned in shared ecstasy.

"She like a finger up her ass," I called over to the dining room.

I heard a gasp and then a groan, telling me that Joey's pointer was now planted in my wife's anus. The table began to squeak as brother and sister fucked each other. Sierra gasped with every thrust of my cock.

"How have you not blown your load yet?" Sierra asked, incredulous.

"Your pussy is amazing," I said, "But I'm a man. Not some college boy. I won't cum till you do."

"Oh fuck, yes," Sierra said. It was like I'd unlocked something deep in her. Hit the 'sports handling' button on her body. Suddenly, it was clear that she'd been holding back. My sex kitten turned into a fucking tiger. Growling and grunting. Head lolled down and tits flying. I gripped her awesome ass cheeks and held on for dear life.

If the siblings heard our exchange, they showed no sign. The two of them were wrapped around each other, as intimate as any couple. If I was fucking Sierra, then Becky and Joey were making love. Their movements timed and complimentary, appreciating every inch of each other's body. It was weird, hearing my wife's familiar squeaks of pleasure mixed with the strange grunts of another man. Her brother.

I knew the expressions Becky made when she had sex. But I was seeing them while buried in another woman. I was familiar with the sounds of pleasure that escaped Becky's lips, but they were coming from an unexpected place. I couldn't get beyond the fact that she was having sex with her sibling. Yet I couldn't escape that I was also doing a beautiful girl a decade younger than me.

In some ways, it was the most awful thing I've ever felt. And in others it was the best.

I heard Becky gasp, the air trapped in her throat, and knew she was cumming. "Oh Joey," she said, "I'm cumming. Cumming on your cock. My brother's making me cum so GOOD."

Sierra didn't need to say a word to tell me she was doing the same. Her body went stiff, her pussy caressed my cock as tight as it could. A full-body shiver ripped through her. A quake that started at her hands, ran up her back and settled at her thighs. She jerked uncontrollably against me, like she was getting shocked. Her hand held me tightly in place.

"Sierra's a quiet cummer," Joey said, oddly observant in the moment.

"Becky's not," I said.

"Nope," Becky agreed. "Oh FUCK!"

She said it so loud, I looked up the stairs, expecting her parents to come down at any second. The house didn't even creak. Tryptophan for the win!

Sierra hung limp off my cock. For a moment, I thought that, once again, I'd missed my chance to get off. But slowly, dutifully, she straightened up and started riding my dick again. I slapped her buttcheek, hard.

"There's my girl," I said.

"Yours?" Sierra asked.

I was hit with the gravity of what I'd just said. But the busty brunette didn't slow. I reached down and grabbed a hank of her long, light brown hair. I pulled it tight. Her head snapped back.

"Mine," I said. The beautiful coed giggled and groaned. But she didn't argue it.

"That's it," Joey said, "Do it. Cum on your brother's cock."

"Uhn... Oh... Uh huh," Becky said, no longer able to speak coherently.

"This is my pussy," Joey went on, "It was made for me. You're my sister."

"Yes," Becky practically sobbed it out, "I love you so much."

"Show me," Joey said, "Cum for me."

And right on cue, my tiny blonde wife blew over the top. "Oh yyyyyYYES!"

"Say it, Becks" Joey said not even pausing to let his sister's orgasm dissolve.

"I love my brother," Becky said, "I love my brother's dick. I want it. In me. All the time. Please."

"Oh! Oh Becky," Joey said. Apparently, loud orgasms ran in the family, too. "I'm going to... Oh. I'm gonna cum in you. In my big sis."

"Cum," Becky commanded, "Fill your big sister's little pussy UP!"

Joey roared. He arched his back. I didn't need to be there to know that he was unloading into my wife. Another orgasm ripped through Becky as her brother came inside her. Her hungry pussy slurping up her sibling's seed.

"fffffFUCK!" Becky said, thrusting her little tits upward. Joey buried his head between his sister's little tits as he emptied himself. Wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. The two of them reveling in their pleasure. Like it was so powerful, it could barely be endured.

"Oh, I can feel it," Becky moaned, "So hot inside me."

"God, sis, you feel so good," Joey said, "I don't ever want to let go."

"I knnnnooooww," Becky said, her own pleasure grabbing hold of her one more time.

I heard that back and forth, unable to process what they were saying. Knowing exactly what it meant. I was buried too deep in Sierra's snatch to care.

"You close?" the beautiful brunette asked, glancing back at me.

"I can be," I said, honestly, "You sure you don't want another orgasm?"

"I'm going to," Sierra said, "But I need you to cum first. I can't take anymore. Come on. Fill me up."

I pumped her pussy hard. For a moment, I thought about asking if she was protected. But I decided, if she was asking for it, then it was probably OK.

Sierra was chanting now. "Fill me. Cum in me. Give me your load. I want it. Need it. Make me cum. Come on. Please. Cum in meeeee!"

I pressed my dick into the stupendous Sierra as deep as I could. The first burst came out of me like a cannon shot. My sperm shooting out in one long, sizzling stream. I felt it blast against her cervix, like battering its way into her womb.

Sierra's head tilted back. Her whole body went tight. Straining. Even her tits barely jiggled. A long, choked, "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," escaped her lips. She squeezed my hips so hard I found bruises there the next morning.

In the moment, I didn't notice. I was too overwhelmed by my own orgasm. Every nerve in my body exploding with bliss. My cock firing full, potent plumes like I was dumping a years'-worth of cum into her cunt. Like every humor I held was being delivered into the beautiful girl's pussy.

Sierra finally tipped forward. I toppled on top of her. Both of us gasping. My slowly shrinking cock dribbled lukewarm cum over Sierra's perfect ass. The beautiful girl giggled, the orgasm leaving her happy and high.

"You're fucking amazing," I told her. I kissed her cheek. Sierra turned her head and kissed me, hard, on the lips. Weirdly, that felt like the most intimate thing we'd done all night.

When we disentangled, we found our significant others standing over us. All four of us shared a strange, unknowing look. Like none of us could exactly work out what had just happened. Yet none of us could deny that it did.

We just watched each other for a moment. I saw a glob of cum escape Becky's cunny and slip down her thigh. I wondered if Joey could see the same on Sierra.

Finally, Becky broke the silence. "I think I'll sleep in Joey's room tonight," she said, like the thought had just occurred to her. The siblings looked at each other, shared a goofy laugh, then practically skipped up the stairs holding hands.

"That's going to be a problem," I said, watching my wife's little butt jiggle as she went up the stairs.

"Probably," Sierra said. She reached down and squeezed my hand. I looked into her eyes. I'd noticed them earlier, of course, but suddenly I found them positively striking. Almost more beautiful than the girl herself. Which, as I've said, was really saying something.

"So, I have a guest bed upstairs," I said, "If you'd like to check it out. There's a whole collection of creepy dishware and everything. Plus, a few old boardgames."

"Sounds like something I have to see," Sierra said.

When we finally fell asleep, my dick was still buried in her perfect pussy.

I didn't spend the next Thanksgiving with the Wisniewskis because I was no longer married to a Wisniewski. Instead, I ended up driving six hours to Boston and getting a tiny hotel room right outside the city center.

I got dressed in a charcoal suit with a light blue tie and flagged an Uber downtown. I sat in a dark restaurant, surprisingly full for the holiday, and ordered a bottle of Merlot.

When she walked in a minute later, I swear the whole restaurant turned to stare. She was wearing a bright red, sleeveless dress, the hem coming halfway up her thigh. Her breasts pushed out like they were desperate to escape. Her hips swinging in time to the background jazz.

She walked right up to my table, disappointing quite a few potential suitors, and beamed at me broad and bright.

"Hi baby," Sierra said.

"Hi beautiful," I said. I got up and pulled out her chair. She sat down and tossed her long hair. Fuck me. I still couldn't get over the girl I was going with.

It wasn't easy all the time. Sierra was a twenty-one-year-old coed finishing college and planning on grad school. I was a thirty-three-year-old man working in finance some 200 miles away. When we did get together, half the time people thought she was my daughter. Or maybe my niece. I didn't care. I loved the most beautiful woman in the world, and, for some reason, she'd decided that she loved me.

"Happy anniversary," I told her once I'd filled her glass.

Sierra raised her eyebrow at me, provocatively. "Is that what we're calling this day now?" she said.

"It's the day we got together for the first time," I said, "The worst and best day of my life."

"About that," Sierra said, "There's something I need to confess."

"Oh really?" I asked. I put my menu down. My heart started thumping in my chest. A thousand scenarios flitted through my mind and not one of them was good.

"Last year," Sierra said, "Before Thanksgiving even happened. Joey told me he had feelings for Becky."

"He just came out and told you," I said, dubious.

"He showed me the painting he'd done," Sierra said, "I mean, I already knew how he looked at her from the year before."

"It didn't take a master detective to figure that one out," I said.

"Right," Sierra said with a rueful grin. "So, I confronted him, and he told me he'd been crushing on his sister forever. I think he thought I'd freak out or something?"

"But you didn't."

"No," and here Sierra's voice got very low. She looked down at the table, her face flushed. "I, um, I kind of have a thing. For that kind of thing."

"I see."

"The idea of it, seeing that? It turned me on," Sierra continued, "So, I told Joey I would, um, help him. You know? Make his wish come true. I didn't think it would go as far as it did, I swear. I thought maybe they'd kiss or whatever. Get it out of his system. Like with the threesome I told you about. Though, just like before, it kind of blew up in my face."

"You brought the boardgame," I said.

"And hid it in the guest room knowing Becky would find it," Sierra said, "I may also have shuffled the cards in a certain way? You know, to get the right results?"

"So, you and me?" I asked. Her explanation made sense. But I couldn't see where Sierra was going with this and it had me worried.

"Well, if Joey was going to get his crush girl, why couldn't I have my older guy fantasy?" Sierra reached over and squeezed my hands. "Seriously, I couldn't stop thinking about you after we me the year before."

"I guess it worked out," I said.

"I guess," Sierra said, "I'm sorry about Becky though."

"No, it's ok," I said, "Something like that? Our marriage was broken well before you got to it."

"You think they're having Thanksgiving dinner with each other right now?" Sierra asked.

"Honestly? I don't give a fuck," I said, "I'm just glad I get to be with you. At least for a little while."

"Only a few more months of this," Sierra said, "Thank you for being so patient with me."

"You're worth waiting for," I said.

"First graduation," Sierra said, ticking it off on her fingers, "Then NYU. And then?" She lowered her eyes, waiting for me to take the bait.

"What?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"Then you get me pregnant," Sierra said. A wide, genuine smile slipped across her face.

I chuckled. I really liked that plan, honestly.

"There's just one thing," Sierra said, "I don't suppose you have any sisters?"

"I'm an only child," I said.

Sierra pouted; her lips pursed. But then she looked right at me. Her enchanting emerald eyes were as bright as I'd ever seen them.

"Maybe we can pretend."