Spy Sisters

"And he had the worst breath you can imagine," Anna roared and pounced on her sister. She puckered her lips and kissed the air, advancing.

"Ew, stop it," Selma giggled, raising her hands to fend off the attack.

The two women were in their early forties but on a night like that, it was like they were kids again. All the lights in the house were off, save for an arrangement of candles on the coffee table. Two empty bottles of wine and one that was just shy of being half-full.

Dressed in cozy sweaters, long leggings, and warm socks, they looked even more alike than usual. They both had light-brown hair but Selma's went down to her shoulders and Anna's was cropped short in a pixie cut. Both had a round face and very curvy body that had gotten them jeered as chubby in high school but praised as thicc nowadays.

"Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah!"

"No, Annie, no!" Selma snorted, trying her best to kick her sister away. She landed one knee in the boob and a foot on her thigh.

"What's the matter, girly? Don't you want to kiss me?" Anna rasped in a low growl that sounded more like a zombie than a human being.

"Please tell me you didn't."

At last, Anna relented. She rolled her eyes and threw herself back down on the couch. "Of course not, I'm not that desperate for dick."

"Uh-huh. That was what, a week ago? If he came around here right now, you'd call him Prince Charming and french his stinkbox."

"Ewwwww," Anna squealed and pulled a face of utter disgust. "Anyway, I think that brings us up to date with every date I had in the last month."

"Quite a list. Wasn't sure if we had enough wine for the entire thing."

"Are you calling me a slut?"

"No, a slut would have gotten laid. I don't know what you are but—"

"Horny!" Anna blurted out.

Selma snorted and scooped up her glass of wine. She downed it in two swigs.

"I'm surprised you're not out there getting laid, what with your limp-dick husband."

"Hey, lay off Pete!"

"Certainly not laying ON him. Nobody is."

"I don't need to have sex to have a satisfy—"

"BULL. SHIT," Anna roared. "If that were true, you wouldn't need me. And yet, here we are again. Alone. Just the two of us."

At the words, Selma actually blushed a shade of deep red. "Please... I'm trying to be good this time."

"Who wants to be good when you can be bad?" Anna asked, inching closer to her sister.

The sound of an engine approached the two-story home but neither of the women paid any attention to it. Not until the car's headlights swerved across the living room windows and nearly blinded them. The walls rumbled as the garage door opened and darkness returned.

"That's not Pete, is it?" Anna groaned loudly.

"Nah, it's Jordan. Guess his date didn't go well," Selma said, unable to suppress a note of sincere happiness.

Jordan was Selma's nineteen-year-old son. She happily and frequently told everyone who would listen that he was the best thing to ever happen to her and she meant it. At six-foot-two he was the tallest in the family, outgrowing even his dad. He had inherited his father's dirty-blonde hair and effortlessly-thin physique.

"How is my favorite nephew? I haven't seen him all day."

"In a real bad spot. Trapped in a web of misery. Enchanted by a witch."

The door to the garage opened.

"Come say hi to your aunt," Selma called out.

"Yeah, say hi!" Anna shouted.

"Hi Mom, hi Annie" Jordan shouted back from the hallway. There was another sound, something like a giggle. "I'm going up to my room."

"Now hold on just a—" Selma started but it was already too late.

Footsteps clamored up the stairs. Two distinct sets of shoes, one loud and one more like tippy-taps. Selma winced. The door to Jordan's bedroom slammed shut upstairs.

"I take it that was his...?" Anna prompted.

"Girlfriend. Yeah. Her name is Gwyn. Guinevere Estelle I'm-a-stupid-bitch McGregor," Selma snarled.

"Whoa, I'm detecting some less than pleasant undertones here."

"She's a snooty bitch and I hate her," Selma growled. She reached for the bottle and refilled her glass.

"What did she do to incur such wrath?"

"Ugh. She thinks she's an honest-to-God Irish princess because her grand-grand-grand-dad was from Ireland and he was—" Selma did air quotes, juggling the wine glass "—a lord. Well, she's spoiled like one. Spends all her money on shoes and refuses to walk a hundred feet without being driven. Can't clean, can't cook, can't do anything that might sully her highness' prim and proper manicure."

Anna giggled. "And Jordan's dating her?"

"Yeah, in total secret. Since Valentine's Day. Can you believe it? I don't know what the hell he sees in her."

"Maybe she's a killer in the sack."

"Please, she might sweat and that would ruin her makeup. Anyway, Jordan's not that kind of guy. He takes things slow and he's careful. It's only been a couple of months, I'm sure he hasn't—"

"Puh-leeze," Anna interrupted. "He's a nineteen-year-old man and a hottie to boot. They're probably doing it like bunnies. Mmm, sweaty, dirty fucking."

"Ew, no. You wouldn't say that if you had met her."

"We can go upstairs and knock," Anna suggested with a wicked grin.

"No way. Hold on, let me get the laptop. I'll show you her profile picture, you're gonna die laughing."

Selma gulped a big swig of wine before setting down the glass and pushing herself off the couch. On unsteady legs, she trudged to the kitchen, returning momentarily holding a lightweight laptop. She dropped back on the couch, next to Anna this time, and folded open the lid.

"I'll just pull up her... hey, what's this?" Selma asked in confusion.

Instead of the normal browser window, the screen displayed a video of a darkened bedroom, illuminated only by a light on the nightstand. Selma recognized the room immediately—it was Jordan's. The man himself was also in the picture, or rather his backside was, wearing the typical jeans and forest green sweater. Two delicate, white arms were wrapped around his torso.

"Oh, he was playing with the laptop earlier, he must have—"

"Is that live?" Anna interrupted.

"I think so. He just bought one of those new webcams or whatever they use to play video games on the internet. Anyway, I'll just close—"

"Nuh-uh," Anna said and yoinked the laptop out of her sister's grip.

"Hey!"

"You said you wanted to show me a picture of her. Well, there it is," Anna said, eyes glued to the screen.

Jordan and his girlfriend were in the middle of a makeout session. She was shorter than him by almost a foot, even in her high heels, and had to lean up to kiss him. That didn't stop her in the least. She wore a bright red bodycon that clung to her body like a second skin. Jordan's hand squeezed one of her buttcheeks.

"Oh, yeah, squeeze that tushy," Anna giggled. "Does this thing have sound?"

"Turn it off," Selma said and lunged for the laptop.

Too slow. Anna sprang to her feet. For a moment it looked like Selma was seriously considering not standing up before letting out a defeated sigh. She stumbled toward Anna, who backed off, doing her best to keep an eye on the screen.

"Ooooh, he's unzipping her dress. They're gonna make looooove," Anna taunted her sister.

"I can't believe you! Stop watching," Selma demanded, nearly tripping over her own feet. She steadied herself on the wall.

"She's got nice tits," Anna said.

"Yeah, well, she's nineteen and only lies by the pool all day. Seriously, turn that off!"

"At least someone in this house still has their priorities straight."

"Definitely not you."

"Whoa, holy shit," Anna blurted out and stopped moving.

Selma took the opportunity to lunge at her sister. At last, she managed to hit the immobile target. She was about to grab the laptop when her eyes fell on the screen and she completely froze up.

Jordan laid on the bed with his jeans down his knees and his chest bare. Jutting out from his groin was a flawless, hard, seven-inch cock. It was plump but not too thick, uncut with the tip of the glans just poking out of the foreskin. Slightly curved toward the stomach. Trimmed pubic hair and a smooth, hairless sack.

"Oh my God," Selma muttered absentmindedly.

"I've never seen anything more perfect than that."

Deep down, Selma knew that she was supposed to look away, that it wasn't right. She shouldn't be looking at her son's erection. Yet she couldn't seem to tear her gaze away.

"Is it real?" Anna asked.

"How would I know?!"

The penis disappeared behind two porcelain white, firm ass cheeks. Gwyn straddled him, kneeling over the massive erection. Cradling the top of the shaft with three fingers, she guided it between her legs.

"Oh, yeah," Anna drooled. "Fuck that bad boy, girl. Do it for Aunt Annie."

Jordan's tip slid between her labia and then just stopped. The two sisters waited with bated breath for the lucky girl to slide down, spearing herself but they waited in vain.

"What the fuck is she doing? Fuck him!" Anna urged agitatedly.

"I think she's trying."

It certainly looked like it. Gwyn shimmied sideways and back and forth. The tip penetrated her maybe another quarter inch. Suddenly she threw up her arms in frustration and rolled sideways.

"He's... too big," Selma realized before starting to giggle.

"Noooo," Anna groaned.

Meanwhile, Gwyn sat at the edge of the bed, looking pissed. Jordan kicked off his jeans and sat next to her. The mighty beast between his legs softened somewhat, draping like a superhero's cape over the edge.

They appeared to be arguing for a brief moment about what had happened but their dispute was quickly resolved when Jordan took off Gwyn's bra. Then it went back to kissing. Kissing was followed by touching. Touching was followed by Jordan lying back down on the bed and Gwyn sixty-nining him. She kissed his penis.

"Okay, that's it. Show's over," Selma announced.

"No, this is the hottest thing I've ever seen!"

Selma reached around her sister to try and close the lid but Anna was quicker, darting forward out of reach.

"Get back here!" Selma growled.

Nothing happened as she had planned. Instead of going straight, to the kitchen, Anna made a sharp turn toward the couch. With one hand, she deposited the laptop on the coffee table, and with the other, she grabbed the front of Selma's sweater.

Using her own momentum against her, Selma was flung face-first into the couch. Anna quickly followed, burrowing herself between her sister and the back of the couch. She hooked her leg over Selma's and wrapped an arm around her torso, locking her into a spooning position.

"Hey, let go!" Selma complained.

She turned as much as she could and realized the laptop was right in front of her. Gwyn's head was bobbing up and down on Jordan's cock. At least the top. She barely managed to get more than his glans into her mouth and even that looked like a challenge. Jordan's hands were on her lower back, pressing her pussy into his face.

Selma squirmed, trying to escape her sister's grip but Anna had always been the stronger of the two of them, both in body and in spirit.

"Tell me to stop and I'll stop," Anna whispered.

Selma opened her mouth but no words came out.

Anna brushed away Selma's hair and planted a soft kiss on her neck. She slipped her hand under the elastic hem of Selma's leggings, gliding between her legs. Her fingers brushed over a patch of pubic hair before reaching their goal and dipping inside Anna's warm pussy.

"You're wet, you minx," Anna murmured.

Grinning, Selma reached between their bodies and wiggled her hand down her sister's pants. Everything was smooth but familiar on the way to Anna's vagina. She bumped the little beauty mark with her middle finger before continuing to the ridges and folds that she hadn't visited in too long of a time.

"Mmm, you do remember."

"Do you think I could ever forget?"

"I don't know, my love. It's been almost a month, I was worried you might not call."

They fell into the familiar rhythm, letting each other know without words what they wanted by doing it to their partner.

Selma realized that it had been too long since came as hard as she wanted and she shoved her middle and ring finger into Anna's pussy, dragging the balls of her palm across the clit while working the inside. A split second later, Anna took up the cue, flicking her thumb across Selma's pussy.

"Wow, they're really going at it, too," Anna laughed.

In the tumult, Selma had forgotten to pay attention to the monitor. Gwyn had both her hands on Jordan's cock, pumping it hard while sucking the glans. A shudder raced up Selma's spine. It was one of the most depraved things she had ever done and somehow that felt good.

"Oh yeah, suck it, you slut. Suck it," Selma urged her on.

"Now you're getting it."

"God she is so bad at this."

"How would you suck his cock?" Anna asked, emphasizing the question with a pinch of Selma's clit and a nibble on her earlobe.

"I-ohhhhh wouldn't, he's my—hngh—son," Selma rasped.

"I think I could take him balls deep," Anna said.

"Really? He's so... mmmm, yes."

"Big. Yeah. But at least I'd ohhh-oh-oh-ohhh."

"Hah! I knew you'd still like that."

"Not as much as I like seeing Jordan's—oh, he's gonna—"

Anna was the first to spot the telltale signs that Jordan was about to blow his load. Selma recognized them, too, though her attention was more on that devilishly agile finger that was stoking her furnace. The only person who didn't seem to realize was Gwyn herself.

A little bit too late, she pulled her head up just in time to receive a blast of cum up her nose. Another spurt shot right up her still open mouth. Gwyn spluttered and started coughing as the rest of Jordan's cum rolled down his impressive shaft. Selma burst into laughter, interspersed with moans and sighs.

After that, Gwyn scrambled to her feet. She stomped angrily in the direction of the camera, her face a combination of anger and wet poodle, and the screen went dark. Anna seized the opportunity and rose to her knees, flipping Selma on her back.

Leaning above her, Selma fingered her little sister as hard as she could. Her wrist began to ache but she was hornier than she had ever been in her life. Selma's face took on a much different, much more erotic expression.

"We should fuck him," Anna proposed, increasing the intensity.

"Who?" Selma mouthed nigh-wordlessly.

"Jordan. We should fuck him. Both of us. I want to squeeze his cock with my cunt. I want to see him blow his cum all over your pretty little face. I want to lick his balls while he fucks you in the ass."

"No... we... can't..."

"Yes, we can."

"No... we... hngh..."

"I dare you to cum right now, thinking about his big, beautiful cock inside you. If you cum right now, it means you want to fuck him, too."

"Not... oh god, fair. Not fair. Not.... Ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhh!"

Anna leaned in to kiss Selma, drawing out her sister's orgasmic rasps. She didn't ease up one bit, enjoying the way Selma squirmed under her. She lowered herself onto the left leg, straddling a knee. She rocked her hips back and forth eagerly until she exploded in an orgasm of her own.

When the fireworks slowly dissipated, Anna collapsed on top of Selma and the two of them laid in a quiet embrace for a while, enjoying the warmth of each other's body.

"A month is a long time," Selma spoke after the weight of her sibling started to get uncomfortable.

Anna slid off her without letting go, this time facing her. "Too long. Don't make me leave again."

"We can't—"

Selma was interrupted by Anna's lips, kissing her. "Shhh, don't ruin it. I love you so, so much."

"I love you too, little sister."

Anna broke out in a massive grin. She reached out and brushed away some of Selma's hair, tucking it behind her ear. Selma reached out but it was to draw Anna closer to her.

She closed her eyes and drew in a big breath, enjoying the scent of her sister. A flood of happy, incredible memories swirled around in her mindscape but foremost of all was a mental image of Jordan's cock. She tried to push it away at first but it just wouldn't go away. In the end, she gave up and just looked at it. She was proud of her son for the man he had managed to become. Proud and more than a little turned on.

*** *** ***

It was nearly ten but the house was still quiet. Anna looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She had spent almost an hour getting ready for her special surprise, trying to find a happy medium between looking like she just got out of bed and looking hot.

The short hair was naturally very messy, all she had done was get rid of flattened bed hair. Makeup had been the hardest to sort out because she didn't want it to look like she had any. With a light hand, she just evened out some of the blemishes.

From Pete's closet, she got a t-shirt that was slightly too big for her. It was an XL, plain-white marketing present from "Bob's Home Improvement." As boring as the man himself. From Selma's closet, she got a pair of panties that were slightly too small. It was a pair of cotton briefs in horizontal green and white stripes. She tucked the back of the t-shirt into the elastic band of the panties.

The appearance was as good as she had hoped for. She looked like a woman who just woke up, sleepily using the bathroom before going back to bed. The fact that her hard nipples were definitely visible and the fabric of the panties hugged her skin so close that the cameltoe was unmistakable might have just been coincidences. Much like the fact that she wasn't in the master bathroom but the one down the hall near Jordan's room.

She had to wait another fifteen minutes until she heard the door to Jordan's bedroom opening. Footsteps approached the bathroom. She flushed the toilet and turned on the tap. One, two, three deep breaths. If it was Gwyn instead of him, it would foil her plans.

It wasn't. Anna stepped out of the bathroom with half-closed eyes, looked at Jordan standing there in checkered boxer shorts and gray tee, blinked twice, and resisted the urge to look down at herself to check whether or not her nipples were as hard as they felt.

"Good mo-awwwwwwwwwwning," she yawned, closing her eyes stretching her arms behind her back, actions which she knew would raise the shirt just enough to show off her panties.

Jordan tried his best not to look but it was something he had little control over, especially not that early in the day. His eyes flickered over her curvy body, down to her smooth legs. He startled when his gaze snagged on the mound between her legs, the fabric quite clearly outlining his aunt's vulva.

"Good"—he gulped—"morning, Anna."

"Why didn't you say hi last night?" she accused him. "I haven't seen my favorite nephew in such a long time."

"I, um, uh, had company."

"Ah well, it's good to see you!" she beamed and without giving him a chance to dodge, she embraced him in a hug, wrapping her arms around his chest and pulling him close.

It nearly drove her crazy when she actually felt his manhood bumping against her hip. The urge to drop to her knees and just start blowing him was overwhelming.

"You're bigger than I remember," she said, reluctantly letting go.

"Uh, thanks?"

"Are you gonna eat breakfast with us?"

"I don't know. Gwyn wants to go home and eat there probably. That's her name. Gwyn. My girlfriend."

"Is she pretty?"

"Yes, she is."

"Well, I'd love to meet her. See the kind of woman that can snag such a handsome guy."

"Oh, I don't know if today is the best—"

"Don't worry," Anna said, smiling. "I get it, I was young once. That's not something you want to talk about with your old auntie."

"It's not that, it's just... you know?"

"I'm sure there'll be more opportunities in the future, don't worry about it. I'm gonna go back to bed I think. It was so nice to see you!"