She touched it. He squirmed in his seat.
"Oh, my big brother’s getting aroused. Oh, I’m sorry, am I turning you on?" she said, stroking it through the denim. "Does this feel good?"
"Uh huh," he barely uttered.
"Do you want me to use my mouth? Because I will."
Max instinctively pushed his dick into her hand as she rubbed it. Carly slid a little closer for a firmer grip.
"Look at you, Max, your dick getting hard because your sister talks dirty to you. Are you a pervert? A sicko? So, it’s okay for my girlfriend, your wife, to be in the bedroom fucking her stepmother, your mother-in-law, and leave us sitting here, but it’s not okay for us to love each other, to please each other? We’re not kids anymore, we’re not going to fuck up our lives forever, Mom and Dad don’t have to know. Or do you want to forget all the bullshit and the brainwash and the hangups and kiss me?"
He grabbed her up in his arms. Their lips met and spread open, their tongues did swan dives in their mouths. Their bodies pressed together and were already overheated with desire as they made out. Their hands groped, their bodies molded on the cushions. Pre-cum dripped from Max’s swollen cock and Carly was close to wetting her panties.
"Let’s be bad, Max. Let’s go into the spare bedroom," she hissed into his ear, then sucked his neck. "If you want, you can turn out the light so you can’t see. In the dark, you can imagine I’m any woman you want me to be."
"Maybe I’ll leave the light on," he said, and kissed her again.
Their mouths and bodies were plastered together. Max pulled her on top of him and felt her groin grind into his hardness, the pressure of her tits against his chest.
Carly broke the kiss and whispered, "Let’s fuck."
Max took her hand and led her down the hallway. As they passed the master bedroom door they could hear the familiar lip-smacking and flesh-slapping and sighs of pleasure from Ella and Hannah. He opened the door to the guest bedroom and closed it behind them.
Max started to unbutton Carly’s top, but she went straight for his jeans, clawing them open, ripping at the zipper. She pushed his pants and Jockeys down in one quick whoosh. His dick pointed like a cannon at the ceiling. They hastily undressed the rest of the way and fell into the bed.
Carly hadn’t had a man in a while, but she was having this one, in as many ways as possible. She knew he’d been fucking two hot ladies already, but now that she going to be number three, she wanted to be the best fuck he’d ever had. This night hadn’t ended like any of them would have guessed, but it would be one to remember. Another angle to the love rectangle; another discussion the four of them would be having in the morning. She squeezed his cock and fed it into her soaked, hungry snatch.
They never turned on the light. After their eyes adjusted to the light, they could see each other just fine.
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