Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

“You’ll see,” Randy says. “I bet she’s close. But don’t call her names, okay. She just obsessed with this particular sexual fantasy. It’s a one-time thing. She’s not a slut!” Randy admonishes him.

“Sure. Whatever,” Chris says. “Hey. Is Sylvia home?” Chris asks, heading back into the house.

“Yeah,” Randy says. “I think she’s in her room working on the seating arrangements or something.

“Great,” Chris says sarcastically. “She needs to give up trying to please everybody and just let them sit wherever they want,” Chris says going into the house.

This is the second time that her and Randy have gotten interrupted. Maybe it just isn’t meant to be, Sylvia thinks. Then, again, there’s tomorrow night. Of course, that’s with two other guys. She’s back in her jeans and t-shirt, the body stocking and masked tucked safely away under her bed. At first she was mad about Randy blackmailing her, but now, she’s almost as obsessed with her brother’s hard cock as she was when she first saw her daddy’s. She hopes she’ll be able to distinguish which one is his when she’s blindfolded tomorrow night.

“Hey, babe,” Chris says, walking over to the bed and kissing her on the cheek. “How are the seating arrangements coming?” he asks.

“Okay,” she says. “Did you get everything?” She asks, rolling onto her back and patting the bed beside her.

“Yeah. Piece of cake,” he says, lying down beside her and enfolding her in his arms. “Mmmmm,” he says. “You feel nice. Are you sure about us waiting for our wedding night?” he says, caressing her tits through her t-shirt. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“How do you think I feel?” Sylvia asks, but she’s thinking about her father and brother. “I’m not getting any either,” she lies. As Chris runs his hands up and down her back, cupping her ass cheeks through her jeans, Sylvia’s pussy is aching for release. She was getting so close when Chris’ car pulled up.

“Are you comfortable in aunt Sally’s guest room?” she asks Chris. Since they’ve chosen to stop fucking until their wedding night, they decided it would be best if he didn’t stay at her parent’s house with her.

“Yeah. It’s great,” Chris says. “And Aunt Sally is looking better ever day,” he laughs, squeezing her ass. Aunt Sally actually is looking good. She’s Sylvia’s mom’s younger sister, probably in her mid-thirties, single, with a great ass and a nice pair of tits. He caught a glimpse of her in her nightgown as he passed her door last night. The door was ajar and she was brushing her hair in front of the mirror. The outline of her breasts through the sheer nightgown made his cock spring to life. It hadn’t occurred to him at the time, but on reflection he wonders if the door was ajar on purpose.

“Help yourself,” Sylvia teases, bringing him out of his reverie. “I’ve got my dad and my brother here. We can fulfill some incestuous fantasies of our own, while you get it on with Aunt Sally.” She slips her tongue in his mouth before he has a chance to answer. Draping her leg over his thigh, she pushes her crotch up against his hip. It isn’t enough, but it feels good to have a little pressure on her swollen pussy lips. Chris kisses her back, wondering what he should tell her about Thursday night. Before he comes up with a good excuse, Sylvia beats him to it.

“Tomorrow night, a few of my girl friends want to have a girls night. You know, go out on the town before the wedding,” she tells him as she pushes her pussy tightly against his hip. “Do you mind?” Fuck no, he doesn’t mind. This is perfect, he thinks.

“No, it’s fine,” he says. “I’ll just hang with your dad or your brother,” he adds, relieved that he didn’t have to make something up. “So what are you doing, male strippers or something?”

“Or something,” Sylvia answers, thinking again about her brother’s big cock. He’s much less experienced, but he filled her almost as full as her daddy. She’s already had her last fling with her daddy and she only has two more days until her wedding, she may as well make the most of them.

Randy is in his bedroom with his cock out, stroking it like crazy. His sister was actually fucking him! That sexy, black, body stocking and mask was un-fucking-believable. Why the fuck did Chris have to come back when he did? They were so close! She must be aching, too! He’d heard her tell Dad that her and Chris weren’t fucking until their wedding night. He strokes faster as he fantasizes sneaking into her bedroom tonight after their parents are asleep. Just as he’s wondering how she’d react, he shoots his load, pumping a huge pool of cum into a wad of Kleenex.

Over dinner, Sylvia is explaining some of the challenges of getting the seating arrangements right. Her mother is taking her seriously, while her dad and Chris are making jokes. She notices Randy is just watching her and smiling. She winks at him when no one is looking. They’re sitting across from each other and when she stretches her leg out, her foot touches his ankle. She runs her foot up the inside of his calf, while she admonishes Chris for not taking this seriously.

“It’s not funny!” she says, still rubbing her foot against her brother’s leg. “I don’t want my wedding to be ruined because we sat the wrong people together!”

“I’m sorry, babe,” Chris says. “I just think, you know, maybe you’re exaggerating a little. If these are the type of people who can’t get along for one day, so you… so we can have a happy wedding, then why did we invite them?” He looks to Frank for support and Frank nods, agreeing with Chris’ assessment.

“Why don’t you ask Aunt Sally to help you, Sylvia?” her mom says. “She always knows the latest about who’s speaking with whom. I’m sure she’d help.” Sylvia smiles at Chris at the mention of Aunt Sally, but agrees it’s a good idea.

“Thanks, Mom,” she says, getting up from the table. “I’ll call her and see if she’s busy.”Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

What was that about, Randy wonders. His cock is hard as he watches his sister’s ass swaying back and forth, while she walks out of the room. Was that an invitation for more? Was she telling me that she wants to continue what we started or am I reading too much into this?

“Aunt Sally says she’d love to help, but one of her headlights is out,” Sylvia says, sitting back down at the table. “She’s getting it fixed tomorrow, but she doesn’t want to drive it after dark. I told her we could go get her and Chris can drive her home, since he’s going there anyway. Is that okay?” She directs this last question directly to Chris.

“Sure, babe,” Chris smiles, teasingly. “Do you want me to go get her now?”

“Please,” Sylvia says, standing back up. “I’ll go with you.” When they get to the door she adds, under her breath. “To make sure there’s no hanky panky.” She pinches his ass on their way out the door.

“Ouch!” Chris laughs. “Do you honestly think I’d fool around with your favorite aunt?” Chris asks as they get in the car.

“I was kidding!” Sylvia says, kissing him on the cheek. “What’s the matter? Can’t take a joke?”

“Not when I’m this horny!” he laughs. “You know, this no sex thing is really working,” he says.

“Oh?” Sylvia questions.

“Well, if the objective was to make the wedding night more special and something to look forward to, then it’s really working. I can’t wait to get back inside you!” he says, starting the car and backing out of driveway.

“I’ve missed you, too,” Sylvia says, resting her hand on his thigh. “It’s only a couple of more days.” And what a couple of days it’ll be, she thinks. There’s Randy and his friends tomorrow night and she’s also thinking that maybe tonight she’ll try to sneak into Randy’s room to finish off what they started this afternoon. She was so ready! That was really bad timing!