Over the last two months, our sex lives had pretty much settled down. A day never went by without me having at least one cock in my pussy, and on lucky Wednesdays, both of them in each of my holes. I always looked forward to Wednesdays. The evening always ended on such a high for all of us and it split the week up nicely.
Fuckfests on the weekend were now reduced to every other weekend, which was far more manageable. It meant that jobs got done around the house rather than me being fucked every five minutes because one of my twins would have a hard-on that they needed to get rid of. I had made a pact with myself, that as long as they needed sex, I would give it to them.
I felt alive, exhilarated, on top of the world and just about every woman I knew as a friend was aware of the change in me, though they all put it down to me turning a corner and taking control of my life.
To the outside world, everything looked normal. Just as it should look.
Until my sister arrived for two weeks. She was having a couple of rooms in her house refurnished and needed somewhere to stay for just two weeks. It was the least I could do. I sat both of the boys down one evening and told them what was going to happen. I was bombarded with the usual questions. Can we still have sex? Do we have to be quiet? What if she catches us?
That last question caught in the back of my throat and I didn’t know what to say to that, so I said nothing. They were disappointed with my other answers as I practically told them they would have to be celibate for two weeks. They both shrugged and took it like a man and complained that that would be impossible for them. But I re-iterated that that was how it was going to be. Had to be. There was no other way.
Luckily I had four bedrooms and I made the spare bedroom up for her. It was the one next to mine and I realised as I made the bed that I could hear both boys stripping off next door, giggling away at each other, and with saddened heart I knew that any sound in the house would carry and alert Emily to our extra-family life.
When I stood in the doorway to my bedroom they were on the bed and getting familiar with each other. It was something I encouraged every time. If their dicks were millimetres from each other on those Wednesday nights, then there was no reason they couldn’t experiment.
It was good to see them sitting on the bed stroking each other's cock and giggling over it. It never went further than that but it sure as hell turned me on. Not that I needed turning on, you understand.
When I saw them fondling each other, I just stripped off in the doorway, watched for a while until both of them were hard as nails and entered. I could see pre-cum ooze from Tom’s dick as I walked towards them.
“You gonna lick that up, James?” I asked.
“I thought I’d leave it for you, mom,” he replied. They were still a bit shy and uncertain about each other but I hoped that one day they would be in a sixty-nine when I entered the bedroom. It’s nice to have fantasies and hope that one day it will happen.
I didn’t waste any time feeding off Tom’s cock and then James’ cock as well. Neither of them took long to spurt down my throat and I put that down to their playtime. Of course, I kissed both of them after they had unloaded down my throat. It was a rule. A number-one rule that if I was going to swallow their spunk then they could kiss me and damn well share in it afterwards. Neither of them objected and I knew they wouldn’t. Though this was the first time that they would be tasting both of their juices at the same time, and I knew it was a step in the right direction.
During that week we fucked like rabbits, knowing it would be our last for a while. It seemed like every night was Wednesday night.
The Saturday arrived and Emily’s car pulled up outside the house. I sent the boys to pick up her bags and they marched in behind us. We spent the rest of the day catching up with each other and even Emily commented on how well I looked. It was good to see her even though it had been a couple of years since I saw her last.
It turned out, we did have a lot to catch up on, especially her last boyfriend that had more or less walked out on her. The last I knew, they had just gotten together and were having fun every night of the week. She blamed it on him being half her age but I knew better and I just shrugged and added nothing more to the conversation. In that respect, she was a bit like me now. Rampant, twenty-four-seven.
The Sunday passed as uneventful as it could be and by Monday I was back at work and the boys were off to college. I felt nervous leaving her in the house on her own and I had hoped that I had hidden everything that needed to be hidden from my sister. I knew she would rummage around and in that respect, I left a dildo and vibrator in my bedside cabinet for her to find. Those items wouldn’t have been a surprise to her. The memory stick with incestuous material on it would have been, and that video the boys made me make with them in our first week would have blown her mind. It was just a video of me taking their spunk over my face, but it was the three of us in the image. There was no doubting that.
Monday and Tuesday had passed us by, but not without the tell-tale signs that not all was well.
Our evening caresses on the sofa had stopped; neither of us had had sex in the last four days, though I suspected the boys masturbated like fuck in the evening and early morning. Something they hadn’t done for the last two months. I could even see their hard-ons at the dinner table leak pre-cum through their jeans. It was that obvious, to me, anyway. I was feeling horny most of the day and evening and could do nothing but make small talk with my sister and now it was Wednesday evening. Double Trouble night.
It dawned on me that the only double trouble I would be getting was my dildo and vibrator at the same time, and that was not the same.
My sister stood up to clear the dishes away to the kitchen and I was thrown a barrage of questions from both boys. We can’t go on like this? Haven’t fucked for four days? It’s our night? I need a blowjob, Mom?
I felt sorry for them, but there was nothing I could do. Then a thought struck me.
Emily had just sat back down at the table for a chat when I suggested that I had better go to the grocery store to pick up some items I needed for tomorrow’s dinner. I stood up and fetched my keys from the side table. I had hoped the penny would have dropped.
“I’ll help you,” Tom shouted. Then James decided he would have to come along too to get some biscuits.
“Right, see you in a bit, Emily,” I said, as we all headed for the front door.
“Wait!” She shouted, “I think I’ll join you,” she said with a smile. “Make a foursome.”
Plan A was well and truly thwarted and we hadn’t made a plan B. We were fucked, or at least we would have liked to have been.
As we drove to the store I couldn’t help thinking that there was something wicked in my sister's voice when she said Make a Foursome. I dismissed it immediately and tried to think of how I could fuck my sons without her knowing about it. Maybe I should send her out to get the groceries while we stay at home. Plan C was forming in my head.
The following morning I awoke to strange sounds coming from my sister’s room and I shelved thoughts of her masturbating. But I had to get up and so I pressed my ear against the door to listen. James walked out of his room and caught me. He never said anything and just did the same as me and listened at her door. His cock found itself in my hand and I started stroking it. I pulled it free from his boxer shorts. We listened to Emily moaning to herself and then cry out. James spunked all over my hand and it was all I could do to direct it over our clothes and slurp most of it up that pooled in my hand before drinking it down.
I had only just made it back to my room when there was a knock on my door. I answered it to find Emily standing there in her nightie asking me whether she could use my shower because one of the boys was using the communal one, and she needed to go somewhere.
I nodded and pointed to the shower. She commented on the rather large bed but I shrugged it off.
I couldn’t believe my luck. Once she was in the shower I almost ran to Tom’s room to tell him that Emily was on her way out and he nearly fainted. I told him to tell James. It was a Friday and it would have been wrong to send my boys to school when they had been ill all night. I formulated their excuses in my head and rang the headmistress of the school to inform her that they wouldn’t be in that day. Her voice of concern was very welcome and I assured her that I would be taking the day off work to look after them. Too fucking right I would, I thought as I put the phone down. I quickly phoned into work to tell them the same news.
Plan D had come to fruition.
We waited for Emily to get ready, dress, do her hair, put on lipstick, have breakfast while we all did the same; the boys dressed for school and I dressed for work. We had to keep the pretence up for Emily’s sake. She was out of the door first and I left with her. Primarily to make sure she left. I split from Emily’s car and drove around the block and back home.
