Chapter 4: Sunday Dinner for Julia
Six days had changed the house. Kate had scrubbed it top to bottom, twice, and the kitchen now glowed like a restaurant photograph: mahogany table polished to a dark shine, white porcelain, crystal glasses that caught the overhead light, fresh peonies floating in a low bowl at the center. Four place settings. Julia didn't know about the fourth chair's real purpose yet, or about anything else.
Jimmy had been handed a shirt and orders. "Wear the blue one, the one that fits across your shoulders. And shave close." His mother had inspected his jaw with her thumb at noon, nodded once, and walked away with a sway she hadn't bothered to hide. Since that first night, the whole house ran on a current. He and Paul shared glances over coffee that would have been unthinkable a week ago. At night all three of them ended up in the big bed, and mornings started with Kate's hair smelling of both of them.
Paul came out of his room in a fitted shirt of his own, smelling of Kate's good cologne. He stopped in the kitchen doorway and looked at the table, the flowers, the wine already breathing on the counter.
"She's going to think it's a birthday," he said.
"It's a harvest," Kate said. She wore a black dress that stopped mid-thigh and a necklace Jimmy had never seen. "Six days of it. Let her look. Let her want. She's been calling me every Sunday for nine years asking about my sex life, Paul. Tonight I'm going to answer."
Jimmy heard the doorbell at seven sharp. His stomach dropped, the way it had the night his parents had first walked into his room.
Julia came in carrying a bottle of Barolo and a cloud of perfume, kissed Kate on both cheeks, shook Paul's hand a half-second too long, and looked at Jimmy with her eyebrows lifting.
"God. You got tall. And broad." She held his arm briefly as she said it, feeling the muscle through the blue shirt. Her eyes were Kate's eyes, and her mouth was Kate's mouth, and the rest of her was built differently. Kate had complained about that ass since high school and Jimmy could finally see why. The dress she'd worn was tight and dark red, and it was not a dress for a family dinner.
"You look amazing, Aunt Julia," he said, and her smile stayed on him two beats past comfortable.
The wine went down easy. Julia did most of the talking at first, her divorce, her raise, the empty house she couldn't sleep in. She sat with her legs crossed, one heel dangling, and every time Paul refilled her glass she touched his forearm. Jimmy watched it happen and felt his pulse pick up. Across the table Kate tracked her sister's hands the way a hawk tracks a field mouse.
The roast went over well. The second bottle went over better. Julia's cheeks had gone pink, and her glances had stopped being careful. She looked at Paul's hands wrapped around his glass. She looked at Jimmy's mouth when he talked. She looked at Kate's legs and back up at Kate, a little too slowly, and then laughed at something nobody had said and covered it with her glass.
"Do you know what she asks me, Paul?" Kate said, leaning back, swirling her wine. "Every Sunday. For years. How's the sex. Rate it, one to ten."
"Kate." Julia's laugh came out thin. "That was years ago, I was being..."
"You were being a honest lady. I appreciate honesty." Kate set her glass down. "So last Sunday I told you nine and a half. You remember what you said?"
Julia's fingers tightened on the stem. "I said nobody gets a nine and a half after seventeen years of marriage. I said you were being polite."
"I wasn't being polite."
Paul reached over and put his hand on Kate's thigh, openly, under the table's soft light. Julia saw it. Her mouth opened and closed.
"Something changed," Julia said slowly. Her eyes went from Paul's hand, to Kate's face, to Jimmy, and stayed on Jimmy. "You're all... different. I'm sitting here tonight and I feel a particular climate in the air like a fog floating around. I can't explain it, you three look like you're sharing a secret and it's physically uncomfortable for me to watch."
"It should be, your instinct is smart and perceptive" Kate said. "Because we are."
The kitchen went very quiet. The flowers floated, untouched by any breeze. Julia's wine sat forgotten in front of her.
"Julia," Kate said, and her voice was steady and low, the voice she'd used the night she'd undressed her son in his own bedroom. "Do you remember what you told me at Mom's funeral? You'd had too much champagne and you grabbed my arm in the coat room and you said, if Paul ever got bored of you, send him to me, I'd know what to do with him."
Julia flushed from her throat to her hairline. "I was drunk. That was four years ago."
"And you texted me a photo of Jimmy from the lake last summer with four fire emojis and no explanation."
"I was being a menace, it was like a intimate spicy joke. Sisters are allowed to be menaces." But she wasn't laughing now. Her eyes were wet-bright and hungry and scared all at once, and they kept sliding to Paul, who sat calm and big in his chair and let Kate lead, because he had learned to.
Kate stood. She came around the table unhurried, bare feet on the tile, and put both hands on the back of her sister's chair, and bent so her mouth was near Julia's ear. Jimmy watched his mother's lips move and watched his aunt's chest start to rise and fall faster.
"Nine and a half," Kate whispered, loud enough for the table to hear. "And that was before we stopped counting."
"Kate, what are you saying?" Julia's voice cracked on the last word.
"I'm saying you've been a lonely woman for six years and horny for longer, and so were we, and we fixed it. I'm saying you called me every Sunday because you wanted my life." Kate's hand settled on Julia's bare shoulder. Julia didn't move away. Her eyes found Paul's, then Jimmy's, wide and dark and wanting. "So. You've had the tour of the kitchen. There's dessert. And there's the question."
Jimmy watched his aunt's hand tremble around her glass. She looked down at the red wine, then up at him, and her tongue touched her lip.
"What question?" Julia asked.
"The question is whether you, Julia, my beloved sister, dares to cross her own limits, and experience with your own family the most forbidden and intense pleasures imaginable" said Kate, looking at her with serious eyes and an invitating attitude.
Julia's mind twisted through itself like a vine catching fire. Every inhibition she owned came up at once, forty-four years of being the proper sister, the divorced one, the one who called on Sundays and kept her wants folded small in a drawer. And underneath all of it, a hurricane rose through her pores, heat climbing her throat, her breasts, spreading between her legs with a wet, inevitable insistence she couldn't stop. She sat paralysed, both hands locked around her wine glass, the Barolo trembling in a thin ring against the crystal.
Her vulva pulsed. She could feel the damp fabric of her underwear clinging, feel her own secret coming for her, and she prayed to every god she'd stopped believing in that nobody at this table could see it.
"Say something, Julia, feel yourself totally free to tell us about your thinkings" Paul said. His voice was low. Kind, even. That made it worse.
"What exactly," Julia whispered with wide open eyes, "are you telling me?"
Kate pulled the chair out and sat down beside her, close, their knees touching. "I'm telling you that a week ago this family was bored. Like you. Like your empty house and your vibrator drawer and your Sunday phone calls."
"You don't know about my..."
"Vibrator drawer," Kate said. "You told me about it yourself, three months ago, laughing, after the second bottle. You told me you'd worn the batteries out and it still wasn't what you wanted." She took the glass out of Julia's frozen hands and set it down. "What you wanted was sitting at this table."
Julia looked at Paul. His shirt fit the way she'd imagined it at Christmas, when her fingers had closed on his bicep and her whole body had gone up in flames while she'd smiled like a harmless aunt. He was watching her with no shame in his face at all, just complicity between curious adults.
"And Jimmy, with us" she said, barely a whisper.
Jimmy met her eyes. Nineteen and broad in his blue shirt, and looking at her the way men looked at women, not the way boys looked at aunts. "Hi, Aunt Julia," he said, and there was laughter in it, and something else.
"Oh my God." Julia pressed the back of her hand to her mouth. Her cheeks burned. "Oh my God, this is... Kate. He's your son. He's my nephew."
"Yes," Kate said. "He is. Isn't he a beautiful boy? We are talking about forbidden and delightful fantasies, to create a new world around these four walls, to live secret moments giving to our bodies and souls the chance to express theirselves how much we love each other"
The humidity between Julia's thighs swelled past the point of argument. She felt it, hot and heavy, and her body made the decision while her brain was still screaming. Then, without thinking too much, Julia shifted in the chair and the movement gave her away, a small roll of her hips against the seat, and she saw Kate's mouth curve, knowing that her sister had watched it happen.
"You're wet," Kate said softly.
"Don't say that out loud."
"Why not? I'm wet too. I've been wet since the doorbell has sound thinking that you were arriving smelling as usual. I've been wet for you, actually, for a lot longer than that, I must confess."
Julia turned her head and her sister's mouth was three inches away. Kate's eyes. Kate's mouth. Her own face, warmer, wanting. "Wet for me?"
"Someone to teach," Kate said going ahead decided and lust. "Someone to kiss while they're both inside me. You have no idea what's been missing from my life, Jules, and I've known it was you since you grabbed Paul's arm at Christmas and almost came at the dinner table."
"I did not almost..."
"You did. I watched you." Kate reached out and took her hand. Her fingers were warm. "Now. The bedroom rule. The bedroom is mine and Paul's. You get the kitchen, the living room, whatever I decide. You earn the rest. Do you understand me?"
Julia's pulse hammered in her ears. "Earn it."
"First thing you have to earn," Kate said, "is my permission to touch him." She tipped her chin at Jimmy.
Julia's breath left her. The hurricane in her skin turned to a full storm. Six years of loneliness, four years of desiring her sister's husband, a summer of fire emojis she'd never explained. All of it converged on this mahogany table with its stupid floating peonies.
"And if I say yes," Julia said, her voice shaking, "what happens to us? To you and me?"
"You'll find out, with us all together" Kate said. "Probably sooner than we expect."
Paul stood, crossed the kitchen, and took Julia's other hand, and now she was held between them, her lust sister on one side, the man she'd lusted over for years on the other, and she was still fully dressed and already in a trance of unknown but inciting erotism.
"Last chance to be polite," Paul said. "We close the door on polite after tonight, now we are entering in a forbidden land."
Julia laughed, a broken, wet sound. "I have been polite my entire life. Look where it got me. Divorced. Rich and alone. Wearing out batteries." She looked up at him, at his jaw, his arms, the chest under that shirt. "Paul. I told Kate I'd know what to do with you. I was lying. I don't know what to do with any of this. But I want to find out. God help me, I want it so badly I'm shaking."
"You're not the only one," Jimmy said, and she looked at him, and then, helplessly, down at his lap, where the blue shirt's hem did nothing to hide that he was hard.
Her mouth went dry. "He's..."
"Yes," Kate said, enjoying every syllable. "He is. And he knows what he's doing, you believe me, it's been six days of very good performance. He takes iniciative beautifully, you'll surprise, just enjoy."
"Kate, I need you to say it plainly. Because if I'm wrong about what this table is offering me, I will never forgive myself, and if I'm right, I need it in words."
Kate leaned in and said it plainly. "You're staying with us all night until breakfast. My husband is going to fuck you in this kitchen tonight. My son is going to fuck you too. Both of them without limits, every way I allow, while I watch and touch you and tell you how. And then, if you're obedient and hungry and you don't come once without permission, I'll consider letting you into the bedroom tomorrow. That's the offer. Now is your turn, you must say yes or no."
The word came out of Julia before her lungs were ready. "Yes."
"Say the whole thing."
"Yes. I want all of it, I want to get everything from this purposal, all the time, in all ways and without need of permission or compassion. Yes."
Kate turned Julia's face back to her and kissed her sister's mouth for the first time in their lives, with real love and desire, slow and open, her tongue deeply inside through her wet lips, tasting the saliva and breathing the air that she exhaled, while Julia moaned with a sound into it that none of the three of them had heard before. In an infinite moment that appeared eternal, they were two woman confessing each other their love, touching and caressing each other like never before, holding each other by the waist and mutually devoring in an allucinant new experience. Paul and Jimmy were privileged witness of all that sensuality, admiring such beauty like an artwork. When Kate pulled back, Julia's eyes were glassy.
"Stand up," Kate said. "Walk to the counter. And take the dress off on the way. Slowly. Give the boys a show."
Julia rose on unsteady legs. Her fingers found the zipper at her spine. Paul poured three fresh glasses of Barolo, unhurried, and Jimmy leaned back in his chair, and his aunt's dark red dress slowly began to slide down over that ass Kate had envied since high school.
The zipper ran out of teeth. For a second the dress hung from her hips on its own momentum, then it gave way and pooled at her ankles in a ring of dark red silk. Julia stood in the middle of Kate's spotless kitchen, her body barely covered in black lace and heels, a real forty-four years old amazone, cheeks burning, smooth skin, chest heaving.
"Get rid of that dress," Kate said. "Kick it under the table if you like. we won't need them again on tonight."
Julia got rid of it. The tile was cool under her bare feet. She hooked her heel into the fabric and pushed the dress aside, and then she just stood there, arms loose at her sides, while three pairs of eyes enjoyed the view of her entire body.
She was worth that. The lace bra held heavy tits that spilled over its top edge, where the erect and hard coffee-coloured nipples reign in that cuspid. Her thighs like columns of a greek temple showed off sensual cut high panties, and the damp patch at their center was unmistakable under the kitchen light. Her abdomen was soft and her waist moved in a provocative way. Her thighs were a delicious invitation to the pleasure. And her ass, God, her ass, round and high and straining the lace, exactly the precious ass Kate had hated her for since they were seventeen.
"Turn around," Kate said. "Slow."
Julia turned. The lace disappeared between her cheeks and she looked back over her shoulder at Jimmy, at his hard cock tenting his trousers, and something in her face changed. The shame burned off like fog. What was left underneath was hunger.
"Look at her, Jimmy," Kate said. "That's what I've been competing with for twenty-five years."
"You never had to compete, never you needed that" Paul said, but he wasn't looking at Kate. He was hipnotized at his sister-in-law's ass with his glass forgotten in his hand.
Jimmy stood. He crossed the kitchen and stopped behind her beloved aunt, close enough that she could feel the heat off him, and reached out and laid both hands on her hips. Julia shuddered at the contact.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," he said.
"I will absolutely not tell you that, you never will hear that from me" Her voice came out wrecked. "Touch me. Please, my loved boy. I've been thinking in your hands since a very long time, imaging this moment."
He slid one hand up her ribs, over the lace, and closed it around her precious tit. Heavy and warm, spilling through his fingers. Julia's head fell back against his shoulder and she moaned, loud, at last uncontrolled, the moan of a woman who had moaned alone for six years. He rolled her nipple through the bodice until it jumped hard against his thumb.
"Kiss me, take my mouth for you, I'm totally yours" she gasped, turning her face up. "Jimmy, kiss me before I die."
He turned her in his arms and did it. Her mouth was like Kate's mouth, softer, wine-sweet, and she kissed like she was starving, like a hungry and anxious beast, tongue shoving into him, her nails digging into his shoulders through the blue shirt. He walked her backward until her ass hit the counter and she let him pin her there, grinding her lace-covered cunt against his hard cock with helpless little rolls of her hips.
"God, he feels big," she panted against his lips. "Kate, is he big?"
"Find out yourself, I assure you that you will not regret it, you believe me, I know perfectly what I'm talking about" Kate said. She had seat in a chair close around to watch them with all details, and she put her legs crossed and her wine, watching like a director. "Show her, baby boy."
Jimmy dropped to his knees in front of her. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her thighs, over her heels, and the smell of her hit him, ripe and musky and soaked. Her vulva was shaved to a neat trimmed strip and glistening. He pushed her thighs wider and blew warm air on her and Julia grabbed the counter with both hands.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, he's going to..."
Jimmy put his mouth on her pussy and licked her from her hole to her clit in one long flat stroke. His tongue now was exploring the intimacies of that moaning and burning female, showing her all his skills in that things. In a delirious pleasure, Julia cried out, a short sharp sound, and her knee buckled. He carried her thighs on his shoulders and went back entering with his tongue, fucking deeply into her, tasting her, her juice smearing across his chin.
"Paul," Kate said. "Come watch this. Look at her face."
Paul set his glass down and stood beside his wife, and Julia looked up at him with her mouth hanging open while her nephew ate her cunt. Her eyes were glassy and black. "Paul," she whimpered. "He's so good. His tongue is so..."
"Better than the batteries?" Kate asked.
"Infinitely. Oh, God, I'm going to, it's been so long, I'm going to cum already, I can't..."
"Not yet," Kate said, sharp as a whip crack. "You don't cum without permission, remember? That was the deal. Hold it."
Julia made an animal noise of frustration and grabbed Jimmy's hair, hauling his mouth tighter against her. He sucked her swollen clit in and flicked it, and her whole body shook, thighs clamping his ears, hips stuttering against his face, riding the edge and screaming internally at herself not to fall over it.
"Please," she gasped. "Kate, please, I need to cum, please let me."
"Not yet. Stand her up, Jimmy."
Jimmy rose, lips shiny with her, and Julia stood swaying between them, flushed from her tits to her hairline, her clit visibly pulsing. Kate stood and crossed the kitchen and took her sister's chin in her hand.
"How bad do you want it?"
"More than anything in my life."
"Then beg. Beg all three of us. And be specific."
Julia looked at her sister, at Paul, at the boy who had just eaten her to the edge, and six years of polite loneliness poured out of her mouth in a flood.
"Please, I want all of you fuck me. Both of you. Paul, I've wanted your cock for four years, I've touched myself thinking about your arms, please fuck me with it, anywhere you want. Jimmy, baby, please, your cock felt enormous against me, I want it inside me, I want my nephew to fuck me, I want it right here on this table. Kate, please, tell them what to do to me, use me, I'll do anything, I'll be so obedient, just please don't stop tonight."
Kate smiled, slow and satisfied, and kissed her sister's wet cheek. "There she is. The dirty girl was in there the whole time."
She turned to the men. "The table. Now. Paul, lie on your back face up. She's been waiting for you four years, she gets to ride you first. Jimmy, her mouth is yours, make her choke on it while she does. And nobody lets her cum until I say."
Paul pulled out a chair and then lay back along the mahogany table, shoving the peonies aside, and opened his belt. Julia climbed up over him on her hands and knees, tits swinging, and dragged his trousers down his thighs. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and veins along the shaft, and she moaned at the sight of it.
"Four years," she whispered, wrapping her hand around him. "Four years of Sundays."
Jimmy stripped off the blue shirt and climbed onto the table at her head, kicking off his trousers, his cock hanging heavy above her face. Julia turned and swallowed it to the root on the first push, greedy and sloppy, drooling around him while she stroked Paul's cock and lined it up against her soaking introitus.
"Go on," Kate said, standing over them all with her wine. "Take your reward, Jules."
Julia sank down onto Paul's cock in one long shuddering push, taking every inch, crying out around her nephew's cock buried in her throat, and began to ride her brother-in-law on the kitchen table while her son fucked her mouth.
Kate set her wine down and crossed to the table. She put both hands on her sister's hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh above the lace garter, and pushed her down onto Paul with a heavy roll.
"Faster, Jules. You've waited four years, don't you dare waste them now."
Julia cried out around Jimmy's cock and obeyed. Her hips snapped back and forth, Paul's cock plunging in and out of her soaked cunt with wet slaps that filled the kitchen. Her tits bounced over his chest, nipples dragging against him on every downstroke.
"That's the attitude, dear sister, you can take all that you've dreamed this years" Kate breathed, moving her hands on her sister's waist over the rhythm, steering her, forcing her to empale over Paul's cock. "You fuck my husband like you dreamed about. Show him what those Sundays were really for."
Paul groaned and grabbed his two hands on Julia's ass, the ass he'd been forbidden to look at for a decade, and brutally charged up into her. The table legs creaked on the tile. The peonies slid to the edge of the bowl.
"She's so wet," Paul gasped. "Kate, she's drenching me."
"Of course she does. She's been leaking since the doorbell." Kate leaned in and kissed the back of Julia's neck, biting the tendon, then looked up at Jimmy. "And her mouth? Better than her phone voice?"
Jimmy pushed deeper into Julia's throat and held there. She gagged, drooled around him, and swallowed hard, and the spasm ran all the way down her body into her cunt, because Paul shouted at the clench.
"God. She came close, she's milking me already."
"Deny her again," Jimmy said, pulling out of her mouth with a strand of spit following his cock.
"Please," Julia sobbed, riding faster, losing form, hips jerking. "Please, Kate, I can't hold it, his cock is so deep, I've wanted this so long, please let me cum on your husband's cock."
"Not yet." Kate slid one hand around her hip and pressed her thumb flat against Julia's clit, not rubbing, just pinning it, holding her on the edge. Julia bucked wild, nearly screaming. "You cum when I say. You're mine tonight. Both holes and everything between them."
Paul's head tipped back on the mahogany. His balls were tight and shining with her. "I'm not going to last either, she's..."
"Then change her hole before you waste it. Now it's time to pull out."
Paul lifted Julia off him by the waist like she weighed nothing. She whimpered at the loss, cunt clenching around nothing, a thick drip running down her inner thigh. Kate turned her sister around and bent her over the table edge, face down next to Jimmy's cock, ass presented high with that deep cleft shaking.
"New rule for your first course," Kate said. "My husband will own of your precious ass. He's been fantasizing about this ass since our honeymoon, haven't you, darling? I've known that for twenty years too."
Paul stood behind her, breathing hard, staring at the way her buttocks framed the tight pink ring between them. "Tell me that you want it. I wanna hear it from you"
"I want it," Julia begged with a suplicant voice, turning her head, hair stuck to her wet face. "I want your cock in my ass, Paul. Nobody's ever... I've never let anyone, please, please I need you be the one."
Kate laughed softly, darkly, and spat on her sister's asshole, rubbing the spit in with her thumb until the ring loosened. "First time for everything, Jules. Tonight I'm giving away to you everything I've been enjoying."
Paul pressed the pink head against her. Slowly, delicately and carefully, watching her beautiful hole stretch around him, the fat crown disappearing inch by inch entering into the ass of the moaning woman, getting inside and taking her anal virginity. Julia's mouth fell open against the table and a low continuous moan poured out of her, louder as he sank deeper, until Paul's hips met her buttocks and he stood buried to the root in his sister-in-law's ass.
"Oh my God. Oh my God, it's too big, don't move, it's too big and it's perfect."
"Breathe," Kate said, stroking her flank like a mare. "Now fuck her slow, Paul. Let her feel every inch. She's earned the whole thing."
He drew out and pushed back in, long and unhurried, and Julia clawed at the table, knocking a crystal glass over with a clean ring. Her eyes rolled toward Jimmy's cock hanging beside her cheek and she turned and swallowed it again, moaning around him in time with her husband's strokes, the vibration making Jimmy hiss.
Kate circled the table, watching from every side. She unzipped the back of her black dress and let it drop, stepping out of it naked, and stood at Julia's head, pressing her own soaked cunt against the edge by her sister's ear.
"Look at me while my husband fucks your ass. I want to watch your face when he makes you crazy at all."
Julia's eyes, glassy and black, found Kate's. Paul's rhythm deepened, faster now, the slapping of his hips against her buttocks picking up pace. Kate reached under her sister and cupped her swinging tit, rolling the hard nipple, and Julia's whole body was shuddering between the three of them.
"Jimmy," Kate said. "Get under her. Eat her clit while Dad fucks her. She's about to break and I want it to be catastrophic."
Jimmy slid off the table and dropped to the floor, getting himself beneath Julia's hanging body until her cunt dripped above his mouth, and sealed his lips over her clit. He sucked it with delicate work. Flicked it with his tongue while his father's cock filled her ass inches away, close enough that he felt Paul's thrusts through the thin wall of her.
Julia's scream broke into pieces. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I can't stop it, Kate, please, I'm sorry, I'm..."
"Let her cum," Kate said, and pinched the nipple hard.
Julia exploded. Her legs gave under her, held up only by Paul's grip on her hips, and her orgasm slammed through her in convulsions, cunt gushing over Jimmy's chin, asshole clamping so tight around Paul that he roared.
"Fuck, she's strangling my cock, I'm going to..."
"You cum inside her and fill her ass. She wants her first time done right."
Paul pushed deep and held, hips jerking, pumping his load into her in long pulses while Jimmy kept sucking her clit through the aftershocks. Julia babbled into Kate's thigh, incoherent, wrecked, her body nothing but tremors.
Paul finally pulled out, slow, and his cum ran down from her gaping ring onto Jimmy's face below. Jimmy licked the last of her through it anyway, lapping at her slit while she shivered.
Kate knelt and lifted her sister's chin. Julia's mascara had run, her mouth was swollen, her eyes couldn't focus.
"How was it?" Kate asked.
"Four years," Julia whispered. "Wasted. I want more. I want all of you, I want his cock in my cunt, I want..."
"You'll get everything." Kate kissed her with total love, tasting the lips of her sister and caressing her with the tongue during a long time, showing how much she loved her. Then she looked over at Jimmy, hard and aching and glazed with his aunt's cum, and something wicked moved through her smile. "But first, baby boy, your aunt owes a debt. She came without permission. On the table. In front of everyone."
Julia's eyes went wide and terrified and thrilled at once.
"What's my punishment?" she asked.
"Punishment," Kate repeated, letting the word hang. She stood and crossed to the sideboard against the wall, the tall one with the drawers Paul was never allowed to open, and pulled the second one down. From under the linen napkins she lifted a long purple dildo, thick as Paul, molded with veins and a broad base, and held it up where her sister could see it. "You came without permission. So you don't get a cock again until I'm done with you. This is what you get, and you get it from me."
Julia stared at it, still bent over the table, Paul's cum drying on her thighs. "Kate, that thing won't..."
"Yes, it will. Your ass is open now. Your cunt is next." Kate walked back around the table, dragging the toy's head slowly along the mahogany as she came, and knelt behind her sister's raised ass. "Jimmy, bring me the oil by the stove. Paul, sit down and watch. You've been looking at her for four years. Now you get to watch me open her."
Paul pulled out a chair and sat, his spent cock swinging heavy against his thigh, his eyes fixed on the two sisters. Jimmy ran the little bottle over and put it in his mother's hand.
Kate oiled the toy slowly, letting her sister hear every wet sound of it, the shaft squeaking under her palm. Then she pushed two fingers into Julia's cunt, and Julia gasped, rocking back onto them, the wet slap of her own arousal loud in the bright kitchen.
"Listen to yourself," Kate said. "Gushing. Six years and you're soaked from one ass-fucking and my son's tongue."
"It's you, it's all of you, please, I can't..."
Kate pressed the fat head against her sister's opening and pushed. The lips stretched around it, pink and swollen, and the crown popped through with a wet sound that made Paul groan from his chair. Julia's whole body jolted, her nails scraping the table, and a long broken moan poured out of her.
"Oh God. Oh God, it's so thick, it's splitting me."
"That's what I feel six times a week now." Kate bottomed it out, the base flattening against Julia's clit, and held it there, rolling her hips so the head churned deep inside. "Feel that? That's the shape of the cock that's been keeping me happy. You wanted my life, Jules. Here it is."
She started to move. Slow at first, long dragging pulls out to the crown, then deep slow pushes back in, and Julia took every one of them with a shudder, her cheek flat on the table next to the fallen peonies. Her ass, still gaping from Paul, twitched with every thrust.
"Harder," Julia begged. "Please, Kate, harder, I'm aching."
"You were aching for four years and did nothing about it. You beg prettier now."
Kate gripped her sister's hip and sped up, fucking her in earnest, the toy hammering in with wet, meaty slaps, Julia's heavy tits swinging under her with every stroke. Kate bent over her back, lace nipples dragging along her sister's skin, and kissed up her spine to her neck.
"Open your eyes," Kate whispered. "Look at your man."
Julia lifted her head. Paul sat three feet away, leaning forward, his jaw tight, watching the toy disappear into her over and over.
"Paul," Julia whimpered, riding back onto the dildo. "I wanted you to see. I wanted you to see me like this for four years."
"She's mine right now," Kate said, not stopping. "But look at his hands. Look how badly he wants to be in there instead."
Jimmy stood at the end of the table, hard again, stroking himself slowly as he watched his mother fuck his aunt. Kate caught his eye over Julia's back and smiled, wicked and flushed.
"Come here, baby boy. Kneel by her head. Give her something to suck while I ruin her."
Jimmy knelt on the tile at Julia's face and she turned, opened her mouth, and swallowed his cock down, gagging happily around him as Kate drove the dildo into her in deep, pounding strokes. The three sounds filled the kitchen together, the slap of Kate's hips, the wet suck of Julia's throat, and Julia's moans, constant now, pitched higher with every thrust.
Kate reached underneath and found her sister's clit, slick and rigid, and rolled it between two fingers in time with the toy.
"That's it. That's how you cum when you're allowed. On my hand, on my toy, on my terms. Now, Jules. Now you can cum for me."
Julia went off like something breaking. She screamed around Jimmy's cock, her whole body convulsing, cunt clamping the toy so hard Kate had to fight the stroke, and a spray of fluid hit the tile under her. Kate kept fucking her through it, slow and deep, milking every wave out of her until Julia slumped flat on the table, shaking, babbling nothing.
Jimmy pulled out of her mouth. Kate drew the toy out slowly, the head leaving her sister's cunt gaping and dripping, and set it on the table beside the peonies. Then she turned Julia over, gently, and pulled her up into her arms on the chair, rocking her, kissing her damp forehead.
"Breathe, my dear love. You're fine. Now you belong to us."
Julia's eyes focused slowly. "I've never cum like that. Not once in my life."
"And that was only the punishment." Kate laughed softly and tucked her hair back. "Imagine what the reward looks like."
Paul stood, his cock already hardening again at the sight of the two sisters tangled naked together, Kate's arms full of his sister-in-law. "I need to be inside one of you," he said, hoarse. "Now."
Kate looked up at him over her sister's shoulder, then down at Julia, wrecked and glassy in her lap. She ran a hand down Julia's sweat-slick stomach, between her thighs, and pushed two fingers back into her used, flooded cunt without warning, making Julia yelp.
"Well," Kate said. "There are two of us and two of them, darling. Which hole do you want, and from which man? Choose fast. Nobody in this kitchen is waiting for you."
Julia's answer came out fast, greedy, no thought in it at all. "Paul in my cunt. I've waited four years for that. And Jimmy in my mouth again."
"Wrong," Kate said, fingers still buried in her sister. "You've earned Paul's cock, that's true. But my boy has been standing there hard for twenty minutes watching me work, and I'm not letting him wait one second longer." She pulled her fingers out of Julia and stood, licking them clean, eyes on Jimmy. "Paul, take her to the table. She rides you this time, face to face. I want to see her tits in your face while she finally gets what she begged for."
Paul hauled Julia up off the chair and walked her to the table, and she climbed into his lap the moment he sat down, sinking onto his cock with a long shudder, her forehead dropping against his chest.
Kate turned to Jimmy. She bent over the back of the empty chair across from Paul, forearms flat on the carved wood, ass pushed out toward her son, and looked back at him over her shoulder.
"Come here, baby boy. Mommy needs filling too."
Jimmy crossed the kitchen in three strides. His mother's cunt was already glistening, swollen and flushed from the whole evening, and he spat into his palm and stroked himself once, twice, then pressed the head against her opening. She was soaked. He slid in with one long push, bottoming out against her ass, and Kate's moan rolled out low and filthy.
"There it is. That's my son's cock. Fuck me hard, Jimmy. I want the chair to shake."
He gripped her hips and drove into her, hard, the way she liked it. The chair skidded on the tile with every thrust. Her ass clapped against his pelvis, loud, rhythmic, and the sound mixed with Julia's rising moans from the table where Paul was lifting his hips up into her.
"Look at them," Kate gasped, chin tucked, watching her husband and her sister across the kitchen. "Four years she's wanted that. Look at her face."
Julia was riding Paul with her head thrown back, his mouth on her nipple, her nails raking his shoulders. But her eyes came up, found Jimmy's cock plunging in and out of her sister inches away, and stayed there.
"Kate," she breathed. "God, the way he fucks you. I can see his whole cock, it's covered in you."
"Five times tonight, that boy has cum," Kate said, pushing back onto Jimmy to meet his strokes. "And look at him. Still going. Nineteen years old, Jules. I told you Sundays were wasted on phone calls."
Jimmy laughed breathlessly and smacked her ass, the crack of it sharp in the kitchen. Kate yelped and then pushed back harder, demanding more.
"Harder, I said. Treat me like I treated Julia. Wreck me, my baby boy. Give me everything from you"
He bent over her back, one hand holding in her hair, and fucked her with everything he had. Her tits swung beneath her, dragging across the chair back, her nipples rigid against the wood. Her cunt clenched around him on every stroke, drenching his balls, and the wet slap of it echoed off the cabinets.
"Yes. Yes, like that, don't stop, don't you dare stop."
At the table, Julia was moaning louder, rising toward her peak, Paul's hands locked on her hips as he drove up into her. "He's so deep, Kate, I waited four years and he's so deep."
"Cum on him," Kate called out, breath ragged. "This time you have permission. Cum on my husband's cock and scream while you do it."
Julia came loudly, thrashing on Paul's lap, and Paul groaned and buried himself in her, holding there, filling her with a second load while she shook through it. Jimmy watched it all over his mother's shoulder without ever slowing down, his father's face twisted in pleasure between his aunt's tits, while his own cock vanishing again and again into the wet heat of his mother's cunt.
Kate reached back and spread herself wider with both hands, offering him everything. "Deeper. I want your cum in me again before this table cools down."
Jimmy's thighs were burning, his strokes turning ragged. He felt his orgasm building fast, balls drawing up, and he gripped her hips and slammed forward, burying himself to the root.
"Cum in me," Kate ordered, feeling him swell. "Fill your mother up. Now."
He came, hardly pumping into her in thick pulses, groaning against her spine. Kate moaned through it, rocking back to take every drop, her own climax rolling through her in slow waves as his cum flooded her. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, his softening cock still buried inside her, cum already starting to run down her thigh. Jimmy kissed the skin of his mother's shoulders very gently feeling her love.
"Good boy," she murmured, reaching back to squeeze his hip. "Every drop, right where it belongs."
At the table, Julia had collapsed forward onto Paul's chest, both of them drenched and panting. She lifted her head and looked at Kate, at the mess running down her sister's leg, and her eyes were bright and glazed and completely changed.
"I can't believe I spent four years on the phone," she said.
Kate laughed and finally let Jimmy slip out of her, turning in his arms to kiss him, slow and deep, tasting herself on his mouth. Then she looked around the wrecked kitchen, at the spilled Barolo, the fallen peonies, her sister slumped on her husband, her son's cum cooling on her skin.
"Nobody's even touched the dessert," she said. "Paul, pour more wine. Julia, you're sleeping here tonight, that's not a question. And we're not done. It's only ten o'clock."
Julia raised her head from Paul's chest and smiled, wrecked and hungry. "What's next?"
Kate looked at her son, then her husband, then her sister, and grinned. "Now I show you what the big bed is for. If you're very good."
Jimmy's cock twitched against his thigh, already thickening again. He looked down at himself in disbelief. Six loads tonight, and the words "big bed" had woken him right back up.
Kate saw it too. Her eyes dropped to his lap and she laughed, low and delighted. "Look at that, Jules. He heard 'bedroom' and got hard like a teenager at a drive-in."
"He is a teenager," Julia said, sliding off Paul's lap on unsteady legs. Cum was running down the inside of her thigh and she made no move to hide it.
"He's mine," Kate said. "But look at that. Twenty-three years older than him and you're both doing the same thing."
Paul stood, tucked himself back into his trousers, and looked around the wrecked kitchen. "We're not sleeping in this room. Get the dresses, get the wine, move."
They went up the stairs in a loose, stumbling procession, naked except for Julia's heels and Kate carrying the Barolo bottle by the neck. The hallway light caught Julia's body as she climbed, the ass Kate had envied since high school swaying on every step. Jimmy watched it and felt his cock rise another degree.
Kate's bedroom was bigger than either of the others, the big bed dominating it, dark wood and white sheets turned down. Kate flipped on the single warm lamp and pointed Julia to the middle.
"Sit. That's where guests go. Guests sit in the middle and get waited on."
Julia sat on the edge of the mattress, legs together for the first time all night, suddenly nervous in the quieter room. "It's a rule here, isn't it. Like the kitchen."
"The kitchen was your tryout," Kate said. She set the wine on the nightstand and climbed onto the bed on her knees, close to her sister. "This is the actual test. In the kitchen I let you take. In here you give. First."
Paul sat in the armchair near the window, fully dressed again, deliberately, and poured himself a short glass from the bottle. Jimmy stayed on his feet at the foot of the bed, watching, his cock heavy and swaying between his legs.
Julia looked at her brother-in-law across the room. "You're not coming to me?"
"You waited four years," Paul said. "You can wait ten more minutes. She's directing. I'm learning to like it."
Kate pushed Julia's shoulders back until she lay flat in the middle of the bed, then turned to Jimmy. "Knees. Between her legs. Show me how you cleaned me out on the kitchen counter, because that's exactly what I want her to feel."
Jimmy climbed up and knelt between Julia's thighs. They fell open for him without any resistance at all, and the sight of her, Paul's cum still seeping from her hole, made his cock jump and slap against his own stomach.
"He likes looking at it," Kate said behind him, her hand coming down on his ass. "He got hard again watching Paul's cum in me. Didn't you, baby boy."
"Yes."
"Then eat her well. Both of us in there."
Jimmy lowered his mouth to Julia's slit and licked up through the mess, salt and musk and the taste of his father, pushing his tongue past the soft lips and into her hole. Julia cried out and grabbed the sheets. Her hips came up off the mattress on their own, chasing his mouth, and he sealed his lips over her and sucked, dragging his tongue up to her swollen clit.
"Oh, fuck, he's cleaning me out, he's actually..." Julia's words dissolved into a moan. She reached down and held his hair with both hands, grinding up against his face.
Kate moved up beside them, straddling her sister's chest, her knees pinning Julia's arms lightly. She leaned down and took one of Julia's nipples into her mouth, biting it until her sister bucked, then lifted her head.
"Look at him eat you. That's my son. I taught him none of it, he came to it natural." She kissed along Julia's jaw. "You know what he was two years ago when I first saw it? Just a boy in the shower. Now look what my family does."
Julia's answer was a sob of pleasure. Jimmy worked his tongue in and out of her, flat and deep, his chin drenched, and felt his own arousal climbing with every sound she made. He reached down and fisted himself once, twice, without slowing his mouth.
Kate saw it. Of course she saw. "Look at that, Jules. He's jerking off while he eats you. That's how hungry this boy is."
"Give it to me then." Julia pulled at his hair, urgent, hauling her knees up. "Jimmy, please, get up here, I want your cock, I want my nephew to fuck me in my sister's bed."
"Not yet." Kate slid off her sister's chest and moved behind Jimmy, pressing her naked body along his back, her hard nipples against his spine. She reached around his hip and closed her hand over his, taking his cock away from him, stroking it herself with slow, tight pulls. "You don't decide the order in my bedroom. That's mine."
She worked him until he was gasping, his mouth still buried in Julia's cunt, then pushed his head away from her sister and turned him around onto his back on the sheets. His cock stood straight up, flushed dark, soaked at the tip.
Kate swung a leg over him and sank down onto his length in one motion, taking him to the root, and both of them groaned. She braced her hands on his chest and looked back over her shoulder at Julia.
"You've had every hole filled tonight except one," Kate said. "My mouth is empty, Jules. Come sit on my face while I ride my son. That's what the big bed is for."
Julia scrambled up onto her knees, crawled over Jimmy's head, and lowered herself onto Kate's waiting mouth. Kate's tongue went straight to work, and Julia's cry filled the room. Jimmy looked up at the sight directly above him: his mother's tongue buried in his aunt's cunt, Julia's hands clawing the headboard, her heavy tits swinging an inch from his own lips.
He lifted his head and took a nipple into his mouth.
Julia screamed. Kate laughed into her sister's cunt without stopping, her hips rolling on Jimmy's cock, riding him in long grinding circles while Julia's cries pitched higher and higher. Paul stood from the armchair, glass untouched, and walked to the foot of the bed.
"All three of you," he said, his voice rough, his belt already coming open again. "I can't watch this and just stand here."
"Then get in the bed," Kate said, lifting her mouth off Julia just long enough to say it. "This is what the whole thing was for, Paul. All of us, every Sunday, if she earns it. Now get behind me and put that cock in my ass while your son's in my cunt."
Paul climbed up behind Kate, one hand spreading her, and Jimmy felt his father's cock press against the thin wall through her body as Kate moaned, stuffed between them.
"Sunday," Julia breathed, looking down at all of them. "Every Sunday?"
"Every Sunday," Kate said, pushing back onto both cocks. "If you earn it. Now cum on my face, Jules, and we'll talk about the rest."
Julia's head tipped back and she broke apart above them, gushing over Kate's mouth, and Kate ground down hard on Jimmy and Paul at once, taking both of her men into her while her sister came apart on her tongue. The big bed was full, every inch of it, and nobody was anywhere near done.
Paul fucked first, hard strokes that shoved Kate forward onto Jimmy's cock with every thrust, the three of them rocking as one body. Jimmy felt the wall of flesh inside her thin and quiver, felt his father's cock dragging against his own through it, and Kate's cries turned ragged, then broken.
"Oh God, both of you, both my boys, don't stop, I'm going to..."
She came apart above him, clamping down on both cocks at once, her whole body shuddering between father and son. Paul drove deep into her ass and groaned, and Jimmy felt the heat of it, his father's cum pulsing through the thin wall an inch from his own shaft. The pressure pushed him over. He arched up off the sheets and unloaded into her cunt, a seventh load, thin and aching, while Kate moaned low and long between them.
They collapsed in a tangle. Paul rolled off first, breathing like a man who'd climbed stairs. Kate slid off Jimmy's cock and flopped onto her back, thighs shaking, cum seeping from both holes onto the white sheets.
"I need five minutes," she announced to the ceiling. "Nobody touch me for five minutes or I'll die happy."
She was asleep in under two, mouth open, cum drying on her skin, utterly gone. Paul laughed once, hoarse, and got up to pour the last of the Barolo. He drank it standing by the window, then sat in the armchair and his head tipped back. Within minutes his breathing evened out too.
The lamp left Julia and Jimmy awake in the middle of the bed, in the warm yellow circle of light, with a wrecked woman sleeping on either side of them.
Julia lay on her side facing him, propped on one elbow, her heavy tits resting against his arm. Her mascara was ruined, her hair a disaster, and her eyes were still hungry. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his softening cock, exploring it slowly, like reading something.
"Seven times tonight," she murmured. "And he's still sleeping. You're a machine, Jimmy."
"You keep saying my name like that."
"Like what?"
"Like it's food."
She laughed, low, so as not to wake Kate, and the laugh moved her hand on him. "I've said your name to myself for two years. When Kate hung up on Sundays I'd lie in my bed and touch myself thinking about that beautiful boy of mine. That's what I called you. In my own house, alone, with my vibrator."
His cock thickened in her grip. She felt it and smiled.
"You're doing it right now."
"You're making me do it." He rolled onto his side to face her, her fist still around him. "Tell me the rest. If we're doing this family thing, I want to know what you're hiding."
Julia was quiet a moment. Her thumb rubbed the wet tip in small circles. "You'll laugh."
"Try me. I've been spitting on my father's cock in a kitchen this week."
Something loosened in her face at that. She shifted closer, until her nipples dragged against his chest, and spoke into the inch between their mouths.
"I don't just want to be fucked. Anybody can want that. I want what she has." Her eyes flicked to Kate, sprawled and leaking. "I want to belong to somebody. To all three of you. I want to be told what to wear, when to come over, which hole to offer. I've been my own mistress my whole life, my own house, my own money, my own empty bed every night, and I'd give all of it to be somebody's."
"Whose?"
"Yours. Hers. His." She shrugged one shoulder. "I'm not picky anymore. Four years of wanting my brother-in-law while he slept thirty feet from my sister. Do you know what that does to a woman? It sorts you out. It tells you what you actually are."
"What are you?"
Her breath caught. She stroked him once, slow, root to tip.
"Yours. All of you's. I want to be the one who's lent out. Kate hands me to Paul, Paul hands me to you. I want to be passed around this bed every Sunday and sent home before breakfast with your cum running down my leg, so I spend the whole week knowing I'm owned and waiting for the phone to ring." She swallowed. "That's the secret. That's what I've never told anyone."
Jimmy's cock had gone fully hard in her hand, and her eyes were shining down at it.
"Look what confessing did to you," she whispered.
"Look what it did to you."
Her thighs pressed together. "I'm soaked again. Seven orgasms and I'm soaked, because I finally said it out loud." She looked up at him, suddenly shy, absurd after everything. "Do you think I'm disgusting?"
"I think you're ours now." He pushed her onto her back. "And owned things don't soak their thighs without asking permission."
Her mouth opened. "Oh. Oh, you've been trained."
"Six days of training." He was between her legs before she finished the sentence, the head of his cock pressed to her dripping slit. "Ask me."
Julia grabbed his ass with both hands, nails in. "Fuck me. Please, Jimmy. Please give your aunt your cock and own me, I'm begging you."
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