The Imperfect Storm Chapter 4

The Imperfect Storm, Chapter 4

(The Sister Bitches turned out to all be bi-sexual because, you know, that happens in the real world. A lot. Trust me. Anyway Trent has bagged them all, and now is looking for a new job.)

I got home from a long day on Monday night. Got my interviews set up with my brother-in-law, Richard, this Wednesday starting at lunchtime and going to 5 pm. Going to have to call in sick at my job, can’t think of anything else.

Whitney and I haven’t talked much since Sunday; Her sisters left late and we fell asleep shortly afterwards. This morning was rushed as we overslept. Hopefully we can talk tonight. Yesterday was so crazy with her sisters. It was a full-blown orgy! That’s what made it such a rough day at work. I just couldn’t stop thinking about everything I did, they did, we did.

I fucked Whitney in front of her sisters.

Then I fucked her sisters.

They also went at it with each other.

Both sisters texted/sexted me pics early today of themselves. Apparently, Missy (who lives with her mom) spent the night at Stacy’s. They sent me pics of them kissing, holding each other’s boobs, both of them licking Missy’s tits.

Jesus Christ. How am I supposed to work? I jacked off in the bathroom but it didn’t help much.

I sent Whitney some texts but I didn’t hear back. That’s not unusual with her job at the hospital, but still… I thought she could find two spare minutes all day, ya know? She wanted to me to be in charge, to dominate her sexually. I did that. It was awesome. But still, it’s pretty weird to have your boyfriend fuck your sisters, so I’m a little concerned with how she’s handling the whole thing. Hey, it was my first multi-partner thing, too. I’m a little weirded out, also. Okay, not that much…

I finally get home and I see Whit’s car in the parking lot. She doesn’t usually beat me home.

I stepped into the apartment, and it’s mostly dark. Again, unusual.

“Whit? you home?”

Well. the apartment isn’t that big, so I wandered back to our bedroom, and saw dim lights on in the bathroom.

I tapped on the door. “You in there, baby?”

“Come in, dahling” she answered with a funny voice.

I opened the door to find her in the middle of a giant bubble bath in the tub. It’s like in the movies, just her head is sticking out at the foot of the tub. Candles surrounded me as I entered, they flickered as I move past them.

“Pour me some more wine, baby?” She held out her glass for me.

Oh boy, the bottle is almost empty, and I know it was full last night! She’s hitting it pretty hard.

I took the glass, but then glided in for a smooch. I kissed her tenderly on her full lips. She responded, and we open mouth kissed for several moments. Mmmmm her lips felt good. Her left arm snaked around my neck, suds and water dripping down my back. We kiss longer… eventually we break, our foreheads touching. We’re so close that she’s all blurry to me.

“Hey,” I whispered.

“Hey yourself” she whispered back.

“Missed you today,” I said, and I kissed her more. I can taste the wine on her lips. On her tongue. I pulled back and find the bottle, finishing it off into her glass.

“May I?” Whitney nodded her head yes. I drank some chardonnay. Not too bad. Smooth. Buttery. I prefer beer or vodka, but wine is nice, too. I handed her the glass.

“So…” I began. “How was your day…”

Whitney laughed at me.

“Well… I took the afternoon off.”

“Really.” And… couldn’t find time to answer a text from me? Uh oh, this probably means something.

“Yep! I was… I had to do some thinking. About everything. About us.”

Gulp. There it is. I reached for the glass and chugged a little, handed it back to her. You know how your brain can think a thousand things in the space of a second, right? So I was thinking: Well, she’s here. My stuff isn’t on the grass. She’s naked in the tub. Unless there’s a midget in there that I can’t see, maybe we are okay. Don’t panic just yet.

“Us,” I repeated. “And what do you think about ‘Us’?”

“I was… very confused… all of a sudden I didn’t know what ‘Us’ was. I mean, yesterday was mind-blowing. But it was also… so far out of what I’m used to… you know… it’s probably illegal in Georgia and Texas.”

I smiled but kept my mouth shut. My father always told me, never pass up an opportunity to keep your damn mouth shut.

“So I was kind of lost. Where was I? Where are we? WHO are we? That kind of shit. So I put the camera on the TV, the one with yesterday’s movie. And I watched it until it was over. And I noticed something. Even when you were fucking one of my sisters, you were watching out for me. You were putting a pillow under my head, or moving something out of my way, or stimulating me if you thought I wasn’t getting enough attention, or just looking at me most of the time. And I thought, my God, this guy really loves me. I mean, in the middle of getting his cock sucked by someone normally forbidden, he’s still concerned with my welfare.”

I should probably talk now, huh?

“I do love you, Whit. Very much.”

“I know. You were probably concerned that maybe you pushed me too far. I mean, having sex with my sisters… I can’t believe that happened… you did push me too far.”

Uh oh, again.

“But, somehow, I feel closer now to you than ever before, Trent.”

I bent down again and kissed her some more.

“Us,” I whispered. “Can be whatever we want. We can write our own rules. If it’s just you and me, that’s awesome and I’m with you. If you never want your sister’s over again, I’m with you–“

“Whoa! Hold on their, sport! I didn’t say I’m dumping my sisters! You didn’t let me finish. I was going to say, you pushed me too far for me to comprehend. But… I watched the movie again… and we were having some fucking good fun. I was having some good fun. I… loved every minute of it… I wouldn’t change it for the world. My comprehension caught up. I’m okay with it. I masturbated twice to it. But, some rules would be good, I think.”

“Rules, as in…?”

“Well, I don’t want you fucking my sisters without me here.”

“Done. What else.”

“Um… that’s about it. Just keep me first in your mind.”

“Ok, then. Rule 1: No fucking your sisters without you. Rule 2: Re-read rule 1. Got it.”

“Good, don’t forget it!”

I kissed her again, lovingly. I broke the kiss to whisper to her.

“So you’re saying… that having your naked sisters touch you is ok.”

“Yes.”

Mmmm… neck kisses.

“And maybe, just maybe, you might want to suck Stacy’s tits again…”

“Yessssss”

Ear nibbles.

“And Little Missy, you liked her tongue in your twat, didn’t you.”

“oh fuck yes…”

Tonguing her neck.

“You know, some of my cum was in you when she did that… when she stuck her tongue in your cunt.”

“Jesus yes!”

More kisses. At this point I still hadn’t even touched her.

“Where’s your hands Whit?”

“I’m touching myself while you talk to me, baby.”

I stood up and kicked off my shoes, yanked off my socks, and dropped my pants in a hurry. My aching cock was straining against my boxers, a wet spot already forming on them. I pulled my shirt over my head. I stood there.

“Well?” asked Whitney.

“Well, what?”

“Well show me that dick!”

“Who’s in charge here?”

“Oh, sorry. You are.”

“Right. You surrendered, remember?” I was referring to what she told me a couple days ago.

“Yes I did. Okay. Mr. Trent. Please. May I please suck on your cock. I really want to.”

“I don’t know… last time it seems you were rather careless with my sperm. I can’t have that anymore.”

“Careless?” she asked.

“Yes, careless. There were some drops on the rug, on the couch, on Stacy’s bra…”

“I’m sorry… it… it won’t happen again. I promise.”

“You promise what.”

“I promise not to waste any of your sperm.”

“…Ever.”

“Yes, ever.”

I dropped my skivvies, finally freeing the beast. Ah! Fresh air!

I stood next to the tub.

“Do what you gotta do, hon.”

Whitney got on her knees in the tub, much of the bubbles dropping off her body. She looked awesome, tits jutting out but I could only see one nipple, the other hidden by suds. She shook her right hand to get the suds off, then pressed my cock against my belly.

She then stuck her face as deep between my legs as she could, and extended her stiff tongue between my balls. She found my main vein, and rose slowly, all the while pushing up, up, up. When she was about an inch from the top, seminal fluid began oozing out back onto her tongue. She got to the top and, releasing her hand, put her entire mouth over half my cock. She sucked and licked, getting all the pre-cum. She pulled off and smiled up at me.

“No waste.”

She continued to look me in the eye as she sucked and stroked me, God it felt so good, her hot lips firmly pressed around my shaft, and she tongued my sweet spot just below the tip like an expert.

While still holding my glance, she took my dick in her hands and spanked her own cheeks with it, first several times on one side, then the other. She dropped down and sucked a ball into her mouth, and the other guy, too. Exquisite.

She stopped staring at me and got to work, establishing a rhythm with her hand/mouth combo. Going as deep as she could on my cock, then almost all the way out. Slowly, slowly, and slightly faster. Little faster, god yes… I could feel the tingles already.

She pulled off to talk to me, but kept stroking me with her hand.

“I want to tie Missy up, and Stacy and I will do nasty stuff to her. Will you help us?”

“Fuck yes!” I said.

She sucked me for another minute or so.

“Film us? Will you film us as we torment my slutty sister?”

“Mmmm hmmmmmmm.” I was having trouble as the imagery and the pressure on my cock mounted.

She sucked harder and faster.