Chapter 5: The Week of Waiting
Julia had worn the coat for two hours before the phone rang.
Nothing under it. Just the coat, black, knee length, buttoned once at the waist, and the heels Jimmy had texted her about on Tuesday. She stood in her living room where she could see the whole downstairs at once, the clean white kitchen nobody cooked in, the leather sofa nobody sat on with anybody, the big window facing the street. Every Sunday for years she'd called Kate from this room and hung up wet.
She had done everything the text said. Shaved. Perfume only at the throat and the inner thighs. The coat. The heels. Nothing else. She'd read the message eleven times that morning.
Coat. The heels. Nothing else. Answer the phone on the second ring no matter what. Say yes ma'am to everything.
Julia lowered herself onto the arm of the leather sofa. The cold of it bit into the bare cheeks of her ass and she let it, let it sting, because being cold and uncomfortable and exposed under a coat in her own empty house felt like the point. Her nipples had been hard since noon. The wool brushed them through the lining every time she breathed.
She looked at the clock. Five forty. The call would come at six, Kate said. Her cunt was soaked already and had been since four, and she hadn't touched it, because Jimmy's text had ended with one more line.
You don't cum until someone in this house makes you.
She pressed her thighs together. The swell of her lips pressed back, hot and slippery, and she ground against her own heel where it crossed under her, the barest pressure, nothing that would count. Her breath fogged the window glass.
For years this house had been hers, hers, hers. The mortgage paid twice over, the wine fridge, the bed she filled alone with her vibrator and her sister's husband's name in her mouth. Now she sat on the arm of her own sofa in a coat and nothing else, counting seconds to a phone call, and she had never felt richer in her life.
The phone rang at six exactly. Second ring. She picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Julia." Kate's voice was warm and casual, wine-hour relaxed. "Nice weather today."
"Kate." Julia's pulse went up her throat. "It's raining."
"I know what it's doing. I can see you're nervous already. Good." A pause, ice clinking in a glass on Kate's end. "Stand up. Take the coat off. Describe yourself to me."
Julia stood and unbuttoned the one button. The coat slid off her shoulders and pooled on the hardwood. Cool air moved over all of her bare skin at once, her stomach, her heavy tits, the trimmed dark thatch between her legs.
"Coat's off. I'm in the heels. Nothing else."
"Your nipples?"
"Hard. They've been hard for hours."
"Put your hand between your legs and tell me what you find."
Julia's fingers slid down her stomach and into the slick heat of herself. She groaned before she got words out.
"Wet. Soaking. I've been wet since four o'clock, Kate, I did what Jimmy said, I haven't touched myself all week except Tuesday night when I..."
"When you what?"
"Fucked myself with the dildo thinking about the purple one you used on me. Thinking about you holding it."
Kate laughed, low and pleased, and Julia heard her shift on whatever she was sitting on. "Good girl. Now listen, because Jimmy wrote the next part and I'm reading it to you exactly as he sent it. He says your mouth is his on Sundays and your ass is your father-in-law's and your cunt belongs to me, and he wants you to arrive here with proof you waited. So. Finger yourself, one hand, and hold the phone to your ear with the other. You cum when I say, not before. Understood?"
"Yes ma'am."
Julia pushed two fingers into herself and braced her free hand on the window frame. The glass was cold and fogging where her breath hit it. She fucked herself slowly, curls of her own juice running down her fingers, the wet sound of it loud in the quiet house, and Kate narrated on the other end like a woman running a class.
"Slower. You're not there to enjoy it, you're there to prove something. Tell me how it feels."
"Like a week of nothing finally paying off." Julia's voice came out ragged. "I'm dripping on your brother-in-law's floor, Kate."
"That's Paul's floor this week, honey, you'll learn the rotation. Stop."
Julia froze with her fingers buried in her cunt, a trembling stand in her own living room, her slick hand suspended between her thighs.
"I'm going to tell you something and you're going to do it, because Jimmy asked and I like it." Kate took a sip of her drink. "You're not wearing the coat here."
"What?"
"You heard me. You live eleven minutes away. I timed it. You walk out your front door in the heels and nothing else, coat in your hand over your arm, you walk to the car, you drive here, and you walk from the car to our front door the same way. It's dark by seven. Neighbors might see. That's the risk Jimmy wants you to carry up the driveway."
Julia's knees went soft. Her heartbeat filled her ears. Eleven minutes of a car seat on her bare ass, a street, a porch light, her sister's doorstep, all of it with her cunt bare and her nipples out in the October air.
"Kate, someone will..."
"Someone might. That's the point." Kate's voice had gone quiet and steady, the voice she used at the dinner table before she said the filthiest thing in the room. "You told my son you want to be told what to wear and when to come over. This is what that costs. You can say no. Say no and come dressed and eat dinner like a cousin. Or say yes ma'am and be ours the whole way through, from your front door to mine."
The silence stretched. The rain ticked on the window by Julia's hand. Her fingers were still inside her, buried, and her cunt clenched around them at nothing, at the mere shape of the order, and that answered it before her mouth did.
"Yes ma'am."
"Good girl." Kate's smile came down the line audible. "Pick the coat up off the floor. Don't you dare wipe your hand first."
Julia bent and took the coat from the hardwood, and her wet fingers left a glistening smear on the black wool, and she held it over her arm exactly as ordered.
"I'll leave the porch light on," Kate said. "And Julia. Knock on the door and wait. Whoever opens it decides what happens to you first. It might be any of us."
The line went dead.
Julia stood a moment in her empty house, coat over her arm, hand still shining with herself, rain on the glass. Then she unlocked the front door and stepped out into the cold and the dark, bare-assed up her own walk, and shut the door of her old life behind her.
The car seat was cold against her bare ass and she gasped out loud in her own driveway. She drove eleven minutes with the coat folded on her lap, wheels she didn't remember steering, and every red light she sat through she could feel her own wetness spreading under her thighs onto the leather. At the last light before her sister's street a delivery truck pulled up beside her and she looked straight ahead and gripped the wheel until her knuckles went white.
The porch light was on. She walked the driveway in the heels with the coat over her arm, rain misting her shoulders, air on her cunt and her nipples, and she heard a car slow down somewhere behind her and keep going. She knocked on the door and stood and waited, dripping, exactly as ordered.
It opened on Paul. He was in an untucked shirt with a glass in his hand, and he looked her up and down once, slow, and something in his jaw tightened.
"Well, look at that," he said. "Kate said you'd come like this. I didn't believe her."
"I did what I was told."
"Get in here before the neighbors get a show." He stepped back, then stopped her in the hall with a hand on her wet shoulder. "Coat stays on the hook. That's Jimmy's rule. You walk into that living room the way you walked up the drive."
Julia hung the coat and walked into the living room naked in her heels. Kate sat on the sofa with her wine, and Jimmy sat on the floor between her knees, and both of them turned and looked at her, and the look alone nearly dropped her to the carpet.
"There she is," Kate said. "Say hello to your family."
"Hello." Her voice cracked. She stood there with her hand still smelling of herself and her thighs shining and nobody touched her, and the not-touching was unbearable.
"Turn around. Slow." Jimmy's voice, and it wasn't the soft boy's voice from the whispered hours in the big bed. She turned. She heard Kate hum with approval at the view. "Good. Come here. Kneel."
She crossed the room and knelt on the rug in front of him, and he put two fingers under her chin and lifted it and studied her face.
"You look terrified."
"I'm not." She swallowed. "I'm starving."
"Tell us what you want, then. All week you've been waiting to say something. I can see it."
Julia's face went hot. Here it was, the thing she'd typed into her phone on Wednesday and deleted, retyped Thursday, deleted again, and now three faces waited on it and her cunt clenched on nothing.
"I want to be double penetrated." The words came out in a rush. "Both of you. Jimmy, Paul, both your cocks in me at the same time, one in my cunt and one in my ass, and I want it here, in the bedroom, in the big bed. Kate took it twice and I've thought about nothing else since I watched her take it. I want to know what she knows."
The room went quiet. Paul set his glass down on the sideboard with a click.
"She's never even had two men," he said. "Not once in her life."
"I had forty-four years of one at a time." Julia looked up at Jimmy. "I want to be filled. That's what owning is, isn't it? Fill me all the way and there's nothing left of me that isn't yours."
Kate laughed and drained her wine. "She's been rehearsing that all week. On your feet, honey. Jimmy, go get the lube from my nightstand. Paul, take her upstairs. She earned the bedroom the second she walked up that driveway."
Paul took her wrist and pulled her up and led her through the hall, and behind her Kate called out, "Don't you start without me, either of you."
The bedroom was warm, lamp-lit, the big bed turned down. Paul sat on the edge and pulled her across his knee in one motion, his hand flat on the small of her back.
"Count," he said, and brought his palm down on her bare ass, sharp, and the crack of it filled the room.
"One." Her breath jumped. He hit her again, the other cheek, harder, and the heat bloomed through her skin.
"Two. Oh, God, Paul, I've wanted your hands for four years."
"You could've had them. All you had to do was ask." Three, four, alternating, and she was grinding against his thigh by five, leaving a wet stripe on his jeans, and by eight she was shaking.
The door opened and Jimmy came in with the lube and Kate behind him, already naked, already dusky-eyed, and she sat back against the headboard like a woman settling in for a show.
"Lay her down on her side," Kate said. "Facing me. I want to watch her face."
They put Julia in the middle of the big bed on her left side, legs drawn up. Jimmy stretched out behind her, his chest to her back, his cock hard and pressing into the crease of her ass, and Paul knelt in front of her thighs.
"Deep breath," Jimmy said against her ear, and pushed into her cunt in one slow slide.
She moaned from the bottom of her chest. After a week of nothing, the stretch of him was almost pain, almost too much, and she grabbed Paul's shoulder and hung on. Jimmy held still inside her, buried, and she felt his finger replace the pressure at her other hole, slick with lube, working in to the first knuckle, then the second.
"Relax for me," he murmured. "You've had Dad back here. You can take this."
"I know what I can take. Give it to me."
Paul slicked himself and lifted her top leg, hooking it over his own hip, and pressed the head of his cock against her ass while Jimmy filled her cunt, and the double pressure, the thick impossible crowding at her center, made her go still and wide-eyed.
"Look at Kate," Jimmy said.
She looked. Her sister lay propped on pillows watching with her lips parted and her hand between her own thighs, and her eyes said it all: this, this is what I have, and now you have it too.
Paul pushed in. Slow, relentless, splitting her open around his thickness while her cunt was already stuffed full of her nephew, and Julia felt herself stretched in a way no part of her life had ever prepared her for, both holes stuffed, the two cocks rubbing at each other through the thin wall inside her, and the sound that came out of her didn't sound human.
"Oh my God. Oh my God, don't stop, don't either of you stop, I'm full, I'm so full, fuck me, please, please fuck me."
They did. Jimmy drew back and Paul pushed forward, trading her between them, alternating strokes so that at every moment she had one cock driving deep while the other pulled almost out, and the rhythm turned her body into one clenched shaking fist of sensation. Her clit dragged against Paul's hip on every thrust. The bed frame knocked the wall in a slow beat.
"Harder," she gasped. "Please, both of you, harder, ruin me, I want to walk crooked tomorrow."
"Greedy thing." Paul's voice was strained, her ass gripping him tight as a fist. "Kate, she's clamping down on me like a vice."
"She's been empty her whole life, Paul. Fuck her like it." Kate slid down the bed on her knees beside them, and her fingers found Julia's clit and rubbed slow circles over the soaked flesh while her sons-in-law, her brother-in-law, her boy, drove into her sister from both sides. "There. Right there. Cum for us, honey. You waited all week. Let go."
The orgasm hit her like a wall. Julia screamed into Paul's shoulder, her whole body convulsing between the two men, her cunt and her ass clamping down around them both at once, and she heard Jimmy groan behind her and Paul swear above her, both of them driven right to the edge by the squeeze of her cumming, and neither of them gave her any mercy. They kept fucking her through it, faster now, and the second wave started before the first had finished.
"Again," Jimmy breathed into her hair, awed. "She's cumming again."
"That's my sister," Kate said. "Keep going. Don't you dare pull out until she begs."
"Please what?" Kate asked, her fingers still working Julia's clit in slow circles.
"Please keep going. I'm begging. Both of you, don't stop, don't ever stop."
They didn't. Paul grabbed her hip and drove up into her ass harder, and Jimmy met him from behind, and Julia hung between them like a rope in a tug of war, cumming a third time in a shuddering roll that left her hiccupping into the pillow. When it finally passed, Paul eased out of her slowly, and Jimmy slid free, and Julia lay in the middle of the bed dripping from both holes, limp and pulsing.
"Look at that," Paul said, kneeling back. "We wrecked her."
"Not yet she isn't." Julia pushed herself up on one elbow, hair stuck to her sweaty face. "Nobody came. That's not fair. That's not fair at all."
Kate laughed from her pile of pillows. "She's right. Look at those poor men. Jimmy's cock is shining and Paul's hasn't been touched all night."
"Then let me fix it." Julia crawled across the mattress on her knees, heels off now, and stopped in front of Jimmy. "Sit against the headboard, baby. Next to your mother."
Jimmy moved up and put his back to the pillows beside Kate. His cock stood straight up against his stomach, dark and slick with lube and her. Julia took him in her fist and looked over at Kate, and something passed between the sisters, a permission older than the arrangement.
"I get his mouth on Sundays," Julia said. "Tonight I want his cock."
"Take it. He's yours tonight. I have other plans." Kate rolled onto her hands and knees and looked over her shoulder at Paul. "You. Get the lube. You're not fucking my pussy this time."
Paul's eyebrows went up. "You sure?"
"Four years you've wanted my sister's ass and you never once asked for mine. I'm done waiting for you to find your nerve. Get in me, Paul."
Julia didn't watch the rest. Not yet. She leaned down and took Jimmy into her mouth.
She went slow, the way she did everything with him. Her lips slid down his shaft until he hit the back of her throat, and she held there, breathing through her nose, letting him feel the squeeze of it. Jimmy's hand found her hair and gathered it up off her neck.
"Oh, fuck, Julia."
She pulled off with a wet pop and licked the length of him, root to tip, flat of her tongue. "You came seven times last week. Let's see if I can break the machine."
She wrapped both hands around the base and worked her mouth over the head, sucking, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue circling the ridge. Spit ran down her chin and she let it, let it drip onto her knuckles and slick her grip. She fucked her own fists with the leftover motion while her mouth rode him.
Beside her, the bed shifted. Paul knelt behind Kate, slicking himself, and Julia heard her sister's breath catch as the head of his cock pressed against her ass.
"That's it," Kate said, low and rough. "Slow. Let me open for you."
Julia turned her head to watch, Jimmy's cock still heavy on her tongue. She saw Paul's hips push forward, saw the thick inch-by-inch drive into her sister, saw Kate's spine arch and her mouth fall open. Kate's face was right there, a foot away, flushed and slack with it.
"God, Paul, you're splitting me in two."
"You asked for it."
"I know. Harder."
Julia moaned around Jimmy at the sight, and the vibration made him groan and tighten his grip on her hair. She started moving in earnest now, head bobbing, taking him deeper on every stroke until her throat surrendered and his hips began to lift off the bed to meet her. Drool spilled past her lips and dripped onto his balls, and she reached down and cupped them, rolling them in her palm, feeling them draw up.
"Julia, I'm close."
She didn't stop. She sucked harder, faster, her hand flying over the wet shaft, and she watched Kate over the ridge of Jimmy's hip, watched Paul hammer her sister's ass with long hard strokes that shook the whole headboard, Kate's tits swinging with every thrust.
"Cum in my mouth," Julia said, pulling off just long enough to say it, spit stringing from her lip to his tip. "All of it. I want to taste you while your father fucks her."
That did it. Jimmy's whole body went rigid, his heels digging into the mattress, and the first pulse hit the back of her throat. She sealed her lips tight and took it, hot and thick, jet after jet, swallowing around him as he groaned and bucked. She kept sucking through it, milking him, and he grabbed the headboard with one hand like he needed something to hold onto.
"Don't swallow yet," Kate gasped from below. Julia looked up. Her sister's eyes were wild, fixed on Julia's bulging cheek. "Show me."
Julia kept the last mouthful on her tongue, opened her lips, and let Kate see it pooled there, white and glistening. Kate came undone at the sight, slamming herself back onto Paul's cock, sobbing out her orgasm into the pillow, her ass clamping down on him until he cursed and buried himself to the root and followed her, pumping into her with short sharp thrusts.
Julia closed her mouth and swallowed, slow and theatrical, and then she opened again and showed Kate her empty tongue.
"Good girl," Kate panted, collapsing forward onto the mattress. Paul slipped out of her and sat back on his heels, wrecked, his cock spent and shining.
Jimmy slid down the pillows, boneless, his chest heaving. Julia wiped her chin with the back of her hand and crawled up his body to lie on him.
"Sixty seconds of sucking," she said, "and I finally have something of yours no one else does."
"You have my cum on your breath. That's yours."
"It is." She kissed his jaw, gentle now. "All mine."
Paul flopped onto his back on Kate's other side and laughed at the ceiling, breathless. "Twenty years married and she never let me do that. Four days of this arrangement and she's begging for it."
"Four weeks if you'd ever grown a spine," Kate mumbled into the pillow. She rolled onto her side and propped her head on her hand, looking at the three of them, the sweat, the shine, the wreck of the bed. "Next Sunday, I'm setting the schedule. Jimmy writes it. Julia follows it."
Julia lifted her head from Jimmy's chest. "What's in it?"
Kate smiled, slow and dangerous, and reached for the wine glass on the nightstand.
"You'll find out when you earn it."
Julia reached behind her and pressed a fingertip against her own slick hole, testing, still loose and tender from Paul earlier. "There's one thing missing from tonight."
Jimmy looked up at her. "Name it."
"My nephew's cock buried deep inside my ass." She circled the pucker slow, showing him. "Paul opened me. Now I want the boy who owns me to finish the job. His first time back there, and I want it to be mine."
Kate sat up against the pillows, interested. "He hasn't done a girl's ass yet?"
"Mom's been the only ass in this family." Julia grinned down at Jimmy. "You took Paul's in the kitchen like a champ, I hear. Time you learned what it feels like from the other side."
Jimmy's cock stirred against his stomach, already half hard again. "You just drained me."
"I know." Kate slid off the pillows and moved down the bed behind him. "Which is why I'm going to help. Lie on your side, baby, facing your aunt. Give her room to work."
He did as he was told, stretching out on his left side, and Julia mirrored him, his cock between them, her hand already stroking it back to life. Kate knelt behind Jimmy, pushed his top knee up toward his chest, and looked at the tight pucker of his hole with open appetite.
"Paul's been in here," she said, running her thumb around the rim. "I've watched it happen twice and never gotten my mouth on it. Fixing that tonight."
"You're not serious," Jimmy said.
"Dead serious." She spit, thick and generous, let it run down between his buttocks, and pressed it in with her thumb. "Relax. You know how this works. You've been on the giving end often enough this month."
Her tongue followed. Flat and broad at first, a slow wet drag across the wrinkled skin, and Jimmy jerked against Julia's fist. Kate hummed against him, low in her throat, and the vibration sank into the muscle. She pointed her tongue and pushed, working at the clench until it gave, and then she was inside him, licking into her son's ass in slow steady strokes while her hand spread him open.
"God," Jimmy groaned. His hips pushed back without his permission.
"That's what I love to give to my baby boy. Take Mommy's tongue." Kate pulled back to speak against the wet skin, her breath hot on him. "This is how you open someone up. Paul never got this courtesy. Feel how good it is? Remember it. Every hole you fuck from now on, you get it ready like this first."
"Does it feel good, baby?" Julia had propped herself on her elbow to watch, her own fingers working between her legs.
"It feels like he's going to make me cum from nothing."
Kate laughed into him and went back to it, longer now, sloppier, spit running down his taint to his balls. She reached under him and found his cock in Julia's grip, added her own hand to it, and mother and sister-in-law stroked him together while Kate ate his ass.
Jimmy's cock went rigid in their fists. "I'm ready. I'm ready, please."
"Please what?" Kate lifted her head, chin shining.
"Please fuck her. Julia, turn around, I need to be inside you."
Julia moved fast. She grabbed the lube from where Jimmy had dropped it on the sheets, slicked her fingers and worked two into herself, quick and practiced, then a third while Jimmy watched from behind. Kate lay back against the pillows, spent from the effort, and pointed.
"Side by side, same as we did. Slide in slow. She'll tell you when."
Julia turned onto her side with her back to him, drew her knee up, and reached back to spread herself. The pucker glistened, still stretched from Paul's thickness, soft and ready.
"Come on, Jimmy." Her voice was ragged. "Slow. I want to feel every inch of my nephew's first time."
He pressed against her and the head slipped in. They both made a sound at the same moment, his a groan, hers something between a gasp and a prayer. The ring of muscle of Julia's ass clamped around him like a hand holding the hilt of a sword, hot and unbelievably tight after Paul's earlier work, and he held still at the first inch, shaking.
"Breathe," Kate said from the pillows, watching her sister take it. "Both of you. You're white as a sheet, Jimmy."
"It's her ass, Mom. It's so tight it hurts me."
"That's the point of an ass. Push."
He pushed. Inch by inch he sank into her, and Julia's hand flew to her clit and rubbed hard, her mouth open, drool at the corner. When his hips finally met her cheeks, both of them stopped, joined fully, breathing hard.
"Full," Julia managed. "Completely full. Oh, Jimmy, move, please move."
He drew back slow and pushed in again, and the friction dragged a moan out of her that shook the headboard. He set a rhythm, long strokes, his cock shining wet each time it reappeared, and Julia's fingers blurred on her clit.
"Harder. Your aunt can take it."
He gave her harder. The slap of his hips on her ass filled the room, and Julia clawed at the sheet and came, clamping down so hard Jimmy swore and nearly lost it on the spot. Kate reached over and gripped the base of his cock through the squeeze, holding him off. Kate's tongue was flying and caressing her son's ass like a butterfly.
"Not yet," she said. "She cums again first."
"Kate, I can't."
"You can. You're my son." She pushed two slick fingers back into his ass while he fucked her sister, curling them against the same spot her tongue had found, and Jimmy's rhythm broke apart into something ragged and desperate. Julia peaked a second time under him, sobbing into the mattress.
"Now, Jimmy. Fill her."
He buried himself and came, pumping into her ass in long pulses, and Julia reached back and held his hip, keeping him deep, milking every drop with her clench until he collapsed against her back. They lay joined, both trembling, while Kate withdrew her fingers and kissed the small of his back.
"How was your first time giving it?" she asked.
"Best thing I've ever felt. I think." His voice was slurred with exhaustion.
Julia laughed, low and worn out, his softening cock still leaking inside her. "Wait until you try it sober. This was your third of the night, baby. You're not even counting anymore."
"Seven last week," Jimmy mumbled into her shoulder.
"Eight now." Kate pulled the blanket up over the three of them and looked across at Paul, snoring gently on her other side. "The schedule's going to need more paper."
Julia lay in the dark with Jimmy's cum still seeping from her ass, and across the bed she felt Kate's eyes on her.
"Paul's out," Kate whispered. "He snores through anything after midnight. Jimmy's not far behind." Her sister's breathing had already gone slow and deep.
"Then it's just us."
"It's just us." Kate reached over Jimmy's sleeping body and hooked a finger under Julia's chin. "I've been watching you all night. Watching my men riding you. You know what that did to me?"
"Tell me."
"It made me desire my sister."
Julia rolled toward her, and Kate's mouth found hers, and the first kiss was nothing like either of them had kissed anyone before. Kate kissed like she fucked, greedy and deliberate, her tongue pushing straight past Julia's lips and into her mouth. Julia opened for her, tasted the wine and spit and salt of the whole night in her, and moaned into it.
They kissed over Jimmy's sleeping chest, mouths working, tongues sliding slow and deep, and Kate pulled Julia's lower lip between her teeth and sucked it. "There," she breathed. "That's the tongue I've wondered about since we were girls."
"You wondered?"
"I watched you kiss your husband at your wedding and I got wet in my maid of honor dress. I hated myself for a week." She kissed her again, harder, one hand fisting in Julia's hair to hold her steady, her tongue stroking the mouth of Julia's until Julia's eyes rolled shut. "Turns out I just needed to wait for you."
Julia swung her leg over Jimmy's hip and crawled up the bed to her sister, and Kate spread her arms and took her whole weight. Their tits pressed together, heavy and soft, nipples dragging across each other, and Julia ground down against the slick heat of her sister's cunt and groaned.
"Oh, fuck, Kate."
"I know. I know everything now." Kate gripped her ass with both hands and pulled her tighter, grinding up, their swollen lips sliding wet against each other. "Feel that? Both of us full of their cum. Twenty years of sharing holidays and never once this."
They kissed again. Slower now. Julia took control, the way she'd taught Jimmy, dragging her tongue across Kate's in long flat strokes, feeling her sister shudder underneath her. Kate's hips rolled up helplessly. Their clits caught on every grind, hot and slick and aching.
"Nobody kisses like you," Kate gasped against her mouth. "Paul rushes. Jimmy's learning. But you, you put your whole self in it."
"Kissing's mine. I told the boy."
"Then kiss me like it's mine too."
Julia held her sister's face in both hands and kissed her deep and wet and endless, licking into her, sucking her tongue into her own mouth until Kate whined. Spit ran down between their chins and neither of them stopped to wipe it. Kate's hands climbed between them and found Julia's tits and squeezed, rolling the nipples hard, and Julia arched into the pain of it.
"Take them. Whatever you want, take them."
"I want you under me." Kate flipped her, fast for a tired woman, and pinned her to the mattress with her whole body. She kissed down Julia's throat, across her collarbone, then took a nipple into her mouth and bit. Julia's back bowed off the bed.
Kate kissed lower. Down her stomach, through the trimmed thatch, until her mouth was at her sister's dripping cunt, two men's spent cum and Julia's own slick all over it. She licked one long stripe through the whole mess and looked up.
"You're soaked in my family."
"Then clean me up. You started it."
Kate buried her face in her. Not gentle, not slow, she ate her like she was starving, her tongue fucking into the sloppy wet of Julia's hole, licking cum out of her, her thumb rubbing hard circles on her clit. Julia grabbed two fistfuls of her sister's hair and rode her face, moaning loud now because nobody was asleep that mattered.
"Yes, Kate, oh fuck, right there, eat your sister's cunt, eat it."
"I've wanted to since you bent over the sink at Mom's fiftieth," Kate muttered into her, then went back down, sucking Julia's clit into her mouth, flicking it with the tip of her tongue until Julia's thighs clamped around her ears and she came, screaming into the pillow, gushing against Kate's chin.
Kate didn't stop. She held her through it and kept licking, softer, drawing out every aftershock, until Julia was whimpering and pushing her head away.
"Too much. Too much, oh my God."
Kate crawled back up her body, chin glistening, and kissed her. Julia tasted everything in her sister's mouth, her own cunt and Jimmy's cum and Paul, and it made her clench on nothing. She kissed her back just as deep, their tongues tangling slow, both of them moaning into each other.
"Sixty seconds of eating me and I came harder than Paul's ever made me," Julia whispered into her mouth.
"That's sisters. Nobody knows your body like the person who grew up next to it." Kate slid a thigh between hers, pressed their cunts together, and started to move. "Now be quiet and kiss me while I use you."
They scissored against each other, Kate's clit grinding against Julia's, their wet lips sliding and catching with every roll of Kate's hips. They kissed through all of it, deep wet filthy kisses, trading the lead, Kate's tongue taking her then Julia's tongue taking her right back. Julia felt the pressure build again from nothing but the mouth and the friction.
"I'm going to cum again just from your mouth."
"I know. That's my mouth's whole talent." Kate kissed her through the last of it, and Julia came a second time with her tongue buried in her sister, shaking, her scream swallowed by the kiss.
They collapsed together, mouths still touching, lazy now. Jimmy stirred beside them and murmured something and slept on.
"Every Sunday," Kate said against her lips. "After the boys are done. That's the schedule's first page."
"And the second?"
Kate smiled into the kiss and pushed her tongue deep, one more long slow stroke. "I'll show you when we earn our own house."