Family, Sex, and Consequences Ch. 03

Rachel loved staying with her boyfriend's family. The Allens were welcoming wonderful people and whenever Rachel stayed with Rodney, they treated her just like she was part of the family. She and Rodney were even allowed to sleep together when she stayed. She and Rodney went to the same college and for breaks it was always more convenient to go to his parent's house.

Now things were slightly different. She and Rodney happened to see his little eighteen year old sister Janet having sex at a party. Sex. with a man and a woman. Ever since witnessing this erotic event, Rachel couldn't get the image of Janet licking pussy out of her head. Even worse, she couldn't get the idea of Rodney sliding his cock into Janet's beautiful wet pussy. She felt disgusting, yet aroused. The very idea of this kept Rachel in a constant state of arousal. Janet's presence in the room would cause Rachel to blush and tingle with desire.

One Sunday, when Rodney went to help his dad, Janet and Rachel were left alone in the house. Janet channel surfed on the TV while Rachel flipped through her notes for her psych class. Rachel couldn't bear the tension.

"Janet," Rachel broke the silence, "may I ask you a question?"

Janet hit the mute button on the television, "Sure, Rachel."

"It is a personal question, and I don't mean to pry..." Rachel started to babble.

"Just ask, already. What do you want to know?"

Rachel bit her lip. She hadn't practiced this, had no idea how to say what she wanted to say, "Are you... do you like girls?"

Janet looked at Rachel in silence for several heartbeats before responding cautiously, "What do you mean? Most of my friends are women."

"No... not like that... I mean, are you a lesbian," Rachel asked and then quickly tacking on, "or bi?"

Janet set the remote down. "I don't know if I feel comfortable discussing my sexual orientation with my brother's girlfriend, no offense."

Rachel nodded. "I understand, it's just, well.... The other night, there was this party, Rodney and I went to it on a whim. You were there."

It was Janet's turn to blush. "Oh god..."

"We saw you, and the two -- the couple."

"Oh god..."

Rachel continued, "It was so hot. You are so hot."

Janet's mind raced, fear of discovery clouded her senses. She did not hear Rachel's words clearly. She calculated which lie to tell.... Forced? Drunk? Drugs? Nothing sounded like it would get her out of this free and clear. "It's not what you think, Rachel. It was ... I did ...," words failed her.

"Janet, there was nothing wrong with what you were doing. I'm not chastising or judging," Rachel responded calmly, though she felt herself getting more aroused recalling the events of that night. Remembering how Rodney fucked her, calling her by Janet's name.

"You can't tell anyone!" Janet said. "Oh god, Rodney saw? Oh god..."

"Don't worry, we aren't going to tell anyone. There was nothing wrong with what you were doing. You are all adults, you get to make these decisions for yourself."

"If mom and dad ever find out..."

"They won't, I promise you. Though fucking people at a party isn't the most discrete way to behave."

"I know, I know. It's just so... I like it so much."

Rachel smiled. "I know what you mean. Getting caught up in the moment, not caring who knows or sees or hears..."

"I don't know what I am," Janet said.

"What do you mean?"

"To answer your question. Lesbian, bi, straight... I don't know. I am just sexual, you know? "

"Good answer," Rachel said. "Why label it? You like what you like."

"Have you ever been with a woman," Janet asked in a half --hearted attempt to push the focus away from her.

"Sadly no, but I've always wanted to."

"You are bi?"

"I am bi," Rachel replied. "Just not a lot of opportunities to explore it, you know. I love your brother, everything I do , he knows about. I don't cheat. That does limit who I can be with, though."

Janet looked a bit surprised. "He lets you sleep with other people?"

"He does, and I let him do the same. So long as it was discussed before it happens. Your brother is quite the libertine."

"Libertine? What's that?" Janet asked.

"A free thinker, a lover of life and pleasure and all that ..."

"Then I'm a libertine, too," Janet added. "There is so much to explore and feel and do. I want it all."

"Do you?" Rachel asked, very pleased at the direction their conversation turned. "What are some of you fantasies?"

"Oh, so you are prying now. This feels odd. Should we be this open?"

"You said you were a libertine like your brother, he is open. He talks openly about sex and his desires all the time."

"Yeah, but I doubt he is as twisted as me. Sometimes I think I'm really fucked up," Janet said.

"In what way?"

"I really like to be dominated by a man. I love it when he takes control. I really love it when he is rough with me, spanking me, slapping me. I love the idea of being taken by force, being told to do things. I want to be used."

Rachel was overwhelmed by the base confession Janet gave. "Janet? Do you think I'm attractive?"

Janet paused. "You are very pretty."

"Come here, Janet."

Janet hesitated and then stood from the couch and walked over to the chair Rachel was sitting in. Rachel set her notebook on the floor to the side of the chair and gazed up at Janet. Janet wore a simple babydoll tshirt and pajama pants. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She looked gorgeous to Rachel.

"Kneel down," Rachel commanded.

Janet complied, still hesitant, but willing. Very willing.

Rachel leaned forward and gently kissed Janet on the lips. It was a soft tender kiss. Rachel held it for just a second and pulled back a little. Janet tried to keep her lips in contact, but Rachel placed a hand on Janet's shoulder forcing the separation.

"Janet?" Rachel asked in a whispering voice.

"Yes?" Janet responded.

"Are you a slut?"

Again Janet hesitated. She didn't exactly like that word. She didn't want any label, but she felt compelled to answer.

"I am a slut, Rachel. "

"Good. Now get up..." Rachel pulled Janet up and into the chair with her. The two women shared a passionate kiss. Their tongues flicked and licked each other as their hands caressed and groped the new flesh. Rachel was so pleased to finally have this opportunity. Janet seemed to be caught up in the moment.

Rachel's hand slid into Janet's pajama pants and her fingers slipped along Janet's bare wet slit. With her finger coated in Janet's juices, Rachel guided her finger back along the slit until she felt the nub of Janet's swollen clit. Rachel worked her finger in slow circles as Janet writhed in ecstasy.

Janet's hand massaged and grabbed at Rachel's firm breasts. Her fingers finding Rachel's erect nipples and toying with them, making Rachel moan and finger Janet's pussy harder.

They moved against each other, Janet on top of Rachel. Rachel positioned herself so she could grind her clit against Janet's thigh. It was just the right amount of contact to give her the stimulation she required. Rachel was so preoccupied with giving Janet as much pleasure as possible she didn't even realize until the last possible moments she was going to climax. When she felt the orgasm build up inside her, she began thrusting her fingers deep and hard into Janet. Janet moaned loudly and pressed her face against the back of the chair to muffle herself.

Rachel came. Her body spasmed with the orgasm as she bucked her hips, forcing her cunt against Janet's leg. It took several moments longer for Rachel to bring Janet to an orgasm.

Both women, entwined on the leather chair, looked like they had been mashed together. They breathed in unison and gave each other small but passionate kisses.

Janet spoke first very quietly, "I want more...."

Rachel didn't respond immediately, just soaking up what those words meant.

"I want more, too. So much more. Probably more than you are willing to give."

Janet lifted herself up from Rachel slightly so she could see her face. "I doubt that."

"Really?" Rachel asked gazing into Janet's eyes. Rachel ran her fingers along Janet's toned arms, admiring the curves of the muscles.

Janet realized that there was a lot she hadn't experienced and suddenly had a moment of doubt. What could Rachel possible want from her besides this? She didn't respond.

"That's okay," Rachel finally said, "this is weird enough for you, I imagine."

"What do you want from me?"

Rachel shook her head slowly, "No, Janet, no. Let's just enjoy this."

The mystery compelled Janet. "I'll be your slave...," Janet said.

"I want you to be a slut, not mine, not anyone's, Janet."

"Yes, yes, anything," Janet found herself almost begging.

"Tonight," Rachel said, "I'm going to come to your room and you are going to eat my pussy."

"I'll do it right now!" Janet said eagerly.

"No... no, tonight. It has to be tonight," Rachel asserted.

"I'm still so horny, Rachel. Please?"

Rachel didn't say anything. She pulled Janet into an embrace and ran her fingers through Janet's silky blonde hair.

***

Rodney and his father Mark arrived home after a day of helping a friend of the family with some maintenance. Patricia, the matriarch of the Allen family had arrived home shortly before the men and enlisted Rachel and Janet in the dinner preparation. Mark walked up behind his wife and hugged her, kissing her neck.

"Dear lord, Mark," Patricia said with shock, "You need a shower!"

Mark laughed. "It was a sweaty day."

Rodney also had the grime of a hard day's work on him, but he knew better than to try to give Rachel a welcoming hug. "I'm hitting the showers, be right back," Rodney said, sidling his way through the kitchen.

Mark agreed with his son and also made his way towards a shower.

At dinner, Rachel found herself seated between Janet and Rodney. She was in heaven. She caressed Rodney's leg with her foot as Janet did the same for her. Rachel was in a flirting threesome and was the only one to know. She felt bliss in the truest sense of the word, the wanton lust of the moment. She even had the thrill of a moment when Janet had her hand on one thigh and Rodney had his hand on her other thigh. She longed for them to feel each other's hands, meeting at her very aroused, very wet pussy.

It didn't happen. Everyone was trying to be ultra furtive and hands under the table while eating looks a bit odd.

Clean up after dinner went quickly. Everyone helped clear the table and the dishes were stacked in the dishwasher -- both Janet and Rachel seemed very eager for the day to end.

Rodney finally cornered Rachel and asked, "What are you on fire about?"

She gave him a knowing smile, "You'll find out soon enough. I hope all that hard work today didn't tire you out. I expect a thorough and proper fucking tonight."

"Oh you do, do you? What if I told you that I was too tired to fuck? What would you do then?"

Rachel shivered a bit, grabbed Rodney's hand and pushed it into her pants. "Feel how wet I am? You can't joke about this."

His fingers slipped along her lips, "My god, what has you so worked up?"

She just looked into his eyes, overcome with lust, "Janet."

"What do you mean? Thinking about when we saw her at the party?"

"No. Today. When all of you were out. We had a chat about...," Rachel paused as Rodney moved her hand up and down as much as he could with it trapped in her pants. His finger had found her clit, rubbing it in a slow circle. "Oh god, that feels so good."

"What did you chat about?"

"S-sex. Mmmm... she's ohh, so sexual."

Rodney's voice deepened a bit and he spoke softly, "Tell me."

"She loves it, she loves sex. She's nearly begged me to ... yes, like that, just like that..."

"Begged you to do what? Tell me, exactly, tell me."

Rachel grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand from her pants. She gasped a bit, "No, not here, not now. Wait until tonight."

Patricia Allen and Mark settled into their bedroom for the night. It was a large room filled with large furniture. They loved spending time in their bedroom. Patricia lounged, reading or watching TV while Mark also read or exercised. That was their leisure time, but they were still very much in love and very sexual.

"How was your date with your slut?" Patricia asked as she pulled on a light and lacey blue nightgown.

When they first started dating so many years ago, Mark confessed his love of sex, sex games, and a deep desire to dominate a woman in the bedroom. Patricia tried to satisfy his desires, but she just couldn't get turned on with all his little mind games. They made an agreement and opened their marriage up a bit to allow him to explore his desires. Patricia was also allowed to explore with other people as well. She took advantage of this as much as she could as she had a strong desire for younger men and group sex.

"It was fine, but she still has problem with anal," Mark said, settling in on the bed.

"That's a shame. I guess you are stuck with my ass for the time being."

"Your ass is all I need, I'm just caught up on it for some reason. She is so capable in every other way, so subservient, so eager to please me. She wants to be able to fucked in the ass, but it is like some psychological hurdle," Mark pondered the problem but still couldn't come up with any insights.

"Are you in the mood to fuck my ass tonight?" Patricia asked as she crawled into the bed as kittenish as she could. She lifted her ass into the air and wiggled it back and forth.

Mark smiled, "Kiss me."

She leaned in and started giving him a deep passionate kiss. In the silence they heard a familiar sound.

Patricia pulled back and looked at the wall. "Rodney is fucking Rachel again."

"I don't blame him!" Mark said without hesitation.

Patricia playfully slapped his chest. "You get a hard on everytime you see her. Is it her dark hair? Tiny pert tits? What about her turns you on so much?"

"The whole package. Her attitude, everything."

Patricia nodded in agreement. "She is a hottie. Tight little body."

"Oh ho! Look who else is horny for the son's girlfriend!"

Patricia just smirked at him and kissed him to shut him up.

"Tell me about Janet," Rodney commanded as he pushed his cock in and out of Rachel's pussy. He had her on all fours, taking her from behind where he could control his thrusts. Rachel moaned and yelped with each thrust.

"Uhh...ohhh... We made out."

"Damn. Really?" Rodney loved the image in his mind of his sister and girlfriend kissing and fondling each other.

"Yes, and she ahh she almost begged me to let her eat my pussy."

"Did she? Did she eat you out?"

Rachel moaned and pushed back hard on Rodney's cock to get him to thrust deeper. "No, not then."

"Not then? When?"

"Tonight."

"What?" Rodney was confused a bit and really excited.

"I told her I would come to her room tonight and have her go down on me."

Rodney kept his rhythm going. He loved hearing this. "When tonight?"

"Uhhhnnn... gah... harder... right after you finish fucking me. Right after you fill my cunt with you hot cum. I'm going to make you sister eat your cum, baby, you sister is going to taste you directly from my cunt."

A deep force, a chthonic force swelled within Rodney. His ironhard cock slid in and out of Rachel's very wet, velvety welcoming cunt like both were handtooled by Swiss artisans. He clenched his teeth and summoned every ounce of will to withhold his orgasm, forestalling it precious seconds so he could appreciate each and every thrust, each and every wave of Rachel's quivering orgasming body. He could tell, her arms flung to the side hands gripping fistfuls of sheets, her head twisted violently and her eyes fluttering. Precious seconds until that force that started at the root of his being surged forth, releasing spurt after spurt of his seminal essence into Rachel's waiting, wet vagina.

"Can I come in?" Rachel asked as she opened the door to Janet's room. Janet was sprawled upon her bed, a vibrator buried deep in her pussy. She looked startled from the door opening but quickly recovered when she saw it was Rachel.

"I thought you chickened out."

"Never. I'm so fucking horny." Rachel closed the door behind her and sat on the bed besides Janet. She immediately put her hand on Janet's smooth legs. "And you feel so fucking great."

Rachel let her hand come to the vibrator which Janet had expertly extracted and turned off with one hand. Rachel took the small pink toy and brought it to her mouth. She gave it a playful lick and then put it in her mouth and cleaned off Janet's juices before returning it to Janet's cunt.

Janet sat upright as if stung by something and wrapped her arms around Rachel. They kissed passionately for several minutes. Janet pushed Rachel's robe from her shoulders and pulled it to the side of the bed. She noticed that Rachel was wearing panties. When she slide her hand between Rachel's legs, Rachel moved so Janet couldn't get her fingers on Rachel's pussy.

"Beg for it," Rachel finally said.

"Oh, yes... please, Rachel. Please let me have your pussy?"

"Are you going to eat my wet cunt, bitch?"

"Fuck yes, I'm going to eat it so good, I'm going to make you come so hard that you'll forget who you are...."

"That's a pretty big boast," Rachel said as she rolled to the side. "Pull my panties off, you little slut."

Janet quickly complied and noticed that Rachel was beyond wet.

"Eat me! Lick my pussy."

Janet buried her face into Rachel's cunt and immediately realized that she was licking thick hot cum from Rachel. A second later it dawned on her that it was Rodney's cum. She didn't know what to do, but she was bound and determined to finish what she started. Eating her brother's cum was just a wonderful unexpected perk.