We made love under the quilt, holding each other tightly, skin to skin, sharing the same breath, kissing each other gently as out hips rocked in a rhythm of love. We orgasmed together but it was the feeling between us that was the true joy that night. I told her I loved her, the first time I had ever spoken those words to a lover. A tear slipped down her face as we held each other close, slipping into sleep, waking in the same position.
Those first few weeks were a joy but then things began to change. She was tense all the time, snapping at me for no reason. She was forever looking at her phone. A message would make her angry, she would make calls that I couldn’t hear. She didn’t want to go out for a meal or have a few drinks or socialise. Sex was mostly off the menu, when we did make love, her body was tense, unresponsive.
She had an office, it was a converted outhouse, she began locking the door. I did glance one time to see her tapping at her computer furiously. A pile of thick books was scattered around. She saw me and screamed at me to leave. If I’d had, anywhere else to go, I would have left her that minute.
She realised how I felt and apologised, after a short argument we had make up sex. It was full of passion, deep penetrating thrusts and loud sounds of lust. But as I neared my climax, I looked into her eyes and saw she was somewhere else.
Then, the next night, a Wednesday, when I stepped through the door, Jessie came bouncing out the kitchen, gave me a big kiss and told me Lexy was coming to stay the night.
I showered while Jessie cooked a special meal. When Lexy arrived, we sat down to eat, talk, and laugh. The dark thoughts taking hold in my head faded away when I saw Jessie looking happy.
“Show me around the house.” Jessie demanded, so the pair went off giggling, leaving me to clear up.
I wasn’t alone long. Jessie shouted down that there were damp patches in the bedroom. I rushed upstairs, hearing them giggle before I opened the door. They were sat in bed with the quilt up to their necks.
“We need you to fix our damp patches.” They sang together and pulled the quilt down to their waist, showing they were both naked.
“Get your kit off!” Lexy shouted.
“Yeah, show us your cock!” Jessie added as she fondled Lexy’s breast.
The pair threw off the quilt and began to kiss as I stripped off my clothes. Jessie’s hand went down to finger my sister who waved at me to come close, opening her mouth wide. Of course I was hard, who wouldn’t be, and when my cock filled her mouth and felt her tongue tease the tip, I felt my cock twitch, ready to cum but I managed to hold it together and soon had control again.
Jessie grinned at me and then moved down, kissing Lexy’s pubic hair, shifting to lick at the outer lips, stroking the clitoris so it moved from its hood and grew large.
“Jessie, no, to quick.” Lexy moaned.
Jessie moved away with a huge grin on her face.
“Oh my god, it’s been so long.” Lexy sighed. “I want to last a while.”
“Are you going to fuck your sister for me?” Jessie asked. “I want to watch, like she watched us.”