Amy had to work the next morning. Amy and I usually chat on the phone during her drive to work to plan our evening. Today was different. Today we talked about what Emma and I would do during the nine hours that she was gone.

“Is Emma up yet?” Amy asked.

“She’s in the shower now.”

“Last night was pretty fucking hot. I’m giving you permission in advance to do her again, but only if she brings it up. Hold on. I just got a text from work. ‘Day shift canceled due to a power outage.’ We will update throughout the day for second shift. Yeah! I have a free day.”

“Hold on, your sister's done with her shower. Hit mute so she doesn’t hear you listening in.” The line went dead on her end.

Emma came out in only a bathrobe, a towel wrapped around her head. She sat next to me on the sofa. “How did you sleep?”

“Like a baby,” she snickered. “I, uh. I never did that before.”

“Had an orgasm?”

“Asshole. I mean, sucked cock.”

“So you have had an orgasm.”

“Not during intercourse, but I’ve had plenty when he isn’t home. It feels good, but it never lasts long enough for me to enjoy. I usually end up in the bathroom, fingering myself until I can finish. I. Um. Can I suck your cock again? I mean, if you think Amy wouldn’t mind. I really liked doing it last night.”

“You mean here. Now?”

Emma didn’t respond. She just slipped off the couch and got between my knees, saying. “Yes, please,” Emma begged, reaching for the button on my pants.

I lifted my butt as she slipped my pants and underwear off and set them over the arm of the sofa. Emma took my half-hard cock into her mouth and flicked her tongue across the vein, coaxing it to life. A smile in her eyes, she peered up at me with satisfaction. “Mmm,” she moaned as she took me back into her mouth.

I picked up my phone and switched to video call, and Amy’s smiling face popped up on the screen. I held the phone out so she could see her sister’s head bobbing up and down in my lap. A big shit-eating grin spread across my face as I turned the camera back on me. Amy held up one finger, followed by five. She was fifteen minutes out but stayed on the video call. I held my phone up so that she could watch her baby sister service my cock.

Emma sucked my cock for another ten minutes before asking, “Am I doing something wrong?”

“No. You’re doing just fine. I didn’t know if you’d want me to cum in your mouth, or if you’d like to go to the bedroom and sixty-nine.”

Emma grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. I ended the phone call when her back was turned. I figured Amy would be home soon enough, and she’d likely join in when she caught us in the act.

Emma dropped her robe at the doorway and waited for me to get on the bed. I purposely positioned myself so she couldn’t see the doorway. Emma climbed onto the bed, pausing long enough to give me a long, tongue-twirling kiss—my God, I thought. She’s a better kisser than her sister. Our lips parted briefly, and our eyes met—hunger and raw passion stared back at me. We grabbed for each other, kissing with reckless abandon. Lips and hands roamed freely for what seemed an eternity. Emma stroked my cock, and I reached between her legs and dipped two fingers into her vagina while rubbing her clit with my thumb.

“Wow,” she said, coming up for air.

Emma swung her leg over my head and lowered her pussy onto my mouth. She held my cock with one hand while she tickled its tip with her tongue. Her tongue feels amazing, but there’s no way that she can take me as deep… Oh, my god, yes, she can. I thought as Emma took my cock in until it touched the back of her throat. She had me so deep that I could feel the breath from her nostrils tickle my fuzzberries.  

I ducked my head, losing myself in the moment, lavishing her labia with my tongue. I grabbed her breasts, caressing her nipples with my fingertips, making her moan. This only fanned my desire to please her orally. To make her climax like never before.

Emma raised her head. “Oh, God. Ahhh. Fuuck me. I’m cumming,” she moaned as she humped faster.  

“Ehm ehm,” Amy said from the doorway.

Emma and I were too engrossed in rapture to hear Amy clear her throat.

“More. Don’t stop. More, please. Ohh, God! I’m cumm…”

“Cumming on my husband's face!” Amy said, loud enough to rattle the rafters, startling us both.

Emma tried to scramble off me, but I had my arms wrapped around her, squeezing her ass cheeks while I continued to eat her pussy. Emma finally broke from my grasp and sat beside me, trying to cover her nakedness with my pillow. “Amy!” we said in unison.

Amy stared intently at her sister. “I never minded you using my things, but I would have never thought you’d do it with my husband," Amy said as she stripped out of her clothes. “He’s not some sweater that you can try on while I’m out of the house.”

Emma’s lip quivered. “He made me do it! He said that you’d want him to do it. He…”

“He what? He didn’t strip you out of your clothes and force you to mash your muff in his mug. Now did he?” Amy’s low, steady tone sounded like a stern parent scolding a child. “I should have said something last night, but you enjoyed riding his cock. Didn’t you?”

“You. You saw us?”

“Mmm, hmm. I stood in the hallway with my finger up my snatch while I watched you fuck my husband. I would have joined you last night, but I wanted to see just how far you’d go.” She crossed the room and sat on the bed next to baby sister.

“You’re not mad?” Emma’s voice trembled.

“No, sweetie. On the contrary. I wanted you to see what a real husband is like. To see how you deserve to be treated. To be loved. Fucked. To give you the assurance that you won’t be alone, and the courage to leave your shit marriage. The three of us will be happy right here in our bed.” Amy leaned in and kissed her sister on the mouth with the passion of a newfound lover.

Emma’s tongue burst into her sister’s mouth, kissing her with the same intensity as she had kissed me earlier. Their hands moved over one another’s breasts, caressing. Fondling. Squeezing.

“Hmm. Where the fuck did you learn to kiss like that?” Amy asked.

Emma giggled. “Amber Stetler. She taught me to eat pussy too.”

“She did not!”

“Mmm, hmm. She said that I was pretty good at it, too. But I haven’t done it since then.”

“Show me.” Amy leaned back and spread her legs.

I watched as Emma lay between Amy's thighs and drove her tongue through Amy’s pussy lips. She flicked Amy’s clit with her tongue before pushing deep into her big sister’s fuck hole. I never envisioned that we’d end up like this when I got out of bed last night.

“Get on your knees, Emma.” I got on my back and stuck my head between her legs so I could lick her cunt as well. I plowed my tongue through her pussy lips to her clitoris. I sucked her bean between my lips and flicked it with the tip of my tongue. She mashed her cunt into my mouth, grinding her muff against my invading tongue. It didn’t take long for Emma to start humming again. She humped my head as if she were riding a dick.

Above me, Amy wriggled under her little sister’s talented tongue. It wasn’t long before she had Amy panting for more. “Holy shit, Emm. Do that with your tongue again. Oh my God! Emmy. Keep doing it. Oh, Fuuck Emmy. I’m cumming. I’m cumming, Emmy."

Hearing that she was making her big sister cum must have triggered something in Emma, because she started humping like mad. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and stuck my thumb into her slippery slit, coating it with her juices so that I could stick it in her sphincter.  I slipped the tip in, making her squirm as I wiggled it in her anus. This has got to be virgin territory. I thought. Her hubby would never do something like this.

My thumbs are double-jointed, allowing me to wiggle them in odd ways. Emma responded the same way my wife does when I do it to her while I ate her pussy. Emma bucked and humped faster as she grew closer to climax.

“Mutha-fuuuc…” she gasped, grinding her muff onto my mouth as she came.

Emma and Amy were cumming up a storm, and I was determined to get mine. I pulled my head out from between Emma’s legs and got on my knees behind her. I was tempted to put my cock in her ass, but I didn’t want to overstep my bounds and ruin the moment. I stuck it in her cunt, thinking that I could always put my thumb back in her dumper.

The inviting warmth of Emma’s pussy enveloped my penis. God damn, she was steaming. Her tight little pucker winked at me as I watched my cock slide in and out of her cunt. The temptation to stick something back in her anus grew with every stroke of my cock until I couldn’t resist any longer. I slipped my thumb up her bum and wiggled as I had before.

Emma flung her head back. “Ahh, Gaahhhd,” she groaned. “Wiggle it some more.”

Amy hadn’t noticed me fucking her sister until Emma groaned. When she did, she said. “That’s it, Honey. Fuck my baby sister. Make her cum. Fuck her.” Amy cheered me on. Cum inside her so I can eat it out of her cunt. Do it for me.” In the meantime, Emma had resumed eating her sister’s pussy. From the increasing groans and moans, they had to be close. I knew that I could hold out as long as needed, and if we timed it right, we’d cum simultaneously.

Emma tensed as an orgasm hit her with full force. Her pussy spasmed on my shaft, sporadically clenching my cock in the process. Her already tight twat felt all the tighter, driving me to the brink myself.

“I, uh. Uh, ah. Oh God, Emmy. You’re. You’re making meee…” Amy cried out just as I started to dump a babymaker up Emma’s vagina. I swear my cock was so deep that there’d be none for Amy to eat when Emma straddled her head. They sixty-nined for another five minutes or so, milking everything they could out of their climaxes.

Afterward, I lay on my back with them, one on each shoulder, cuddling, when Emma said. “Two loads in less than twelve hours. Good thing that you had a vasectomy.”

“What vasectomy? I was on the pill, and now we’re trying to have a baby, but we didn’t want to say anything yet. You have the pellet to keep you from...”

“No, I don’t. He made me get it removed, which is why we haven’t been having sex. I don’t want his baby. And you didn’t hesitate to pump me full of cum last night, and I assumed that you were neutered and couldn’t get me pregnant. It doesn’t matter if you do, because after last night and this morning, I’ve decided to divorce him.”

I couldn’t hold my tongue any longer. “What would you do if you got pregnant?”

Amy socked me on the shoulder, saying, “She’d move in here and live with us. We’ve got the room, and if we both got pregnant, we’d be here to help each other out.”

“Then what? The three of us live like a trouple? I don’t know how your parents would feel about us becoming polygamists,” I responded.

“Yes. A trouple. We could get a California King for the three of us, and turn the guest room into a nursery. And don’t forget about all the pussy you’d be getting. Emma, let’s get him hard again so he can pump a babymaker in me too.”

Not that I’m complaining, but it didn’t seem like I had a vote. They just started sucking my dick back to life, and by the end of the day, I pumped them so full of cum that they sloshed when they walked.

Amy and I went with Emma when it was time for her to go home. We told her to act normal for one more night, and we’d be back in the morning with boxes to pack her things. She didn’t have much—just her clothes and a few childhood keepsakes. Out of spite, Emma dumped the reverend’s clothes all over the house. When she reached the bottom drawer of his dresser, she found their bank account statements and a large stack of money mixed in with offering envelopes from their church. Turns out the reverend had been skimming from the offering plate.

The first stop was the church, where she returned the money. We stood by her side for support as she told him that she was leaving her husband. On top of all the years of emotional abuse, the final straw was that he’d been embezzling from the church. Surprisingly, he agreed that she was right to leave him. He also said he’d involve the police because of how much he'd stolen.

Our last stop out of town was the bank, where she emptied their savings account. “We can use some of this for our new bed and the nursery. It’s not like he can use it where he’s going.” Emma laughed. “I don’t know what the future holds, but I’m looking forward to doing it with you two.”

“So am I, Emmy. So am I. Honey, what are you looking forward to other than Plenty O’ Pussy!”

“Me? I’m looking forward to playing squirt guns with your tits—both of your titties. The two of you can hose me down with sweet melon juice.”

Six weeks later, we found out that I was going to be a papa times two.