New Rules 12

New Rules, Ch. 12
by Boxfan

At no point in my life did I do anything to deserve what I had. Okay, maybe some of it. I did in fact work my ass off for each paycheck. But even that was dubious because I enjoyed my job.

I’m sure I could have rationalized more of my life, but I was too engrossed watching my beautiful wife on her knees sucking a cock to think straight. As the cock lazily slid into her mouth I heard Jon, the owner of said cock, moan. He looked at me and smiled before closing his eyes and tilting his head back in rapture. Denise slowly worked his shaft with her lips tightly wrapped around him. She had her own eyes closed; a sign she was content to just enjoy the act as much as Jon.

Jon and his wife Ally were friends of ours that we played with. Over the last few months we had not played much, family time had overtaken playtime. But Denise and I knew well couldn’t ignore our friends.

Jon was sitting on his sofa and Denise was between his legs giving a slow and sensual sucking while Ally and I watched from the kitchen.

Ally couldn’t take her eyes off her husband as he moaned slightly with each slurp from my wife’s lips. Ally was not the cocksucker my wife was. Ally sucked cock like it was a race, hard and fast, and usually over very quickly. Denise could easily spend thirty to forty minutes with a cock in her mouth.

While both Jon and I loved having Ally pull a load jizz from us in record time, Jon had become almost addicted (a-dick-ed?) to the drawn out process of Denise milking his cock with her soft, sensuous mouth. She didn’t do it often, but, when she did, it was treat for whomever was on the receiving end.

This would be Jon’s second load of the morning. The first was deposited in Denise’s cunt after a fast and frantic doggy-style fuck.

Ally and I had watched that also. In fact, we were still fully dressed. Denise was half naked before we even knocked on the door and Jon was naked (and hard) when he answered said door.

He dragged her from the apartment building hallway into the living room and was pulling her panties off while she tossed her skirt and blouse onto a chair. Once she stepped out of her panties, she dropped to the floor with her ass in the air and face on the carpet. Not so much as a “hi” had been said, and my wife was in position to be fucked. Jon didn’t tease or attempt any foreplay. He got behind her and rammed is cock into her very wet cunt.

Ally hugged me and turned to watch as our spouses fucked like rabid heathens. I just smiled and watched the show with her.

His hands gripped Denise’s hips as he slammed into her from behind as hard as he could. Denise grunted and rubbed her clit as her pussy was assaulted by his sizeable dick.

Ally leaned over to me. “He really misses that,” she said in a low voice.

She was five inches taller than my wife and very thin, with small tits. She was not built to fuck like Denise. She actually preferred to be on top and control the fucking.

No sooner had she made her comment than Denise howled as she came. That in turn caused Jon to slam into her even harder. Moments later, he filled her with come. They stayed stationary for a few moments to allow their orgasms to fully subside. Come clung to his cock as he sat back and looked at the pussy he had just fucked.

Ally walked over to him, kissed him on the lips, then proceeded to lick his come from Denise’s cunt. Using her fingers to assist, Ally put as much of her husband’s come in her mouth as she could. Standing, she walked to me and kissed me deeply, pushing the mixture of pussy juice and come into my mouth. She continued kissing me until she knew I had no choice but to swallow.

With our kiss broken, we watched as Denise continued to caress Jon’s dick with her lips. Ally was wearing a loose fitting sundress that came to mid-thigh, making her already long, barely tan legs seem longer. Moving in front of me, she gently pushed her ass against my hard dick. Still watching the show Denise was putting on, Ally reached under her dress and shimmied her panties down to her knees. Not that anything was planned, I just happened to know what she liked, I kneeled down behind and helped her finish removing her panties as she bent over the counter separating the kitchen from the living room, giving me a full view of her toned ass, as well as her completely bare and very wet snatch. I ran my tongue along her cunt just to get a taste before spreading her ass cheeks and rimming her.

Since Denise and I had spent many days playing with Jon and Ally we knew what each other liked. Ally was slightly dominate, thus her preference to be on top. She was a woman who knew what she liked and wanted her needs met, although very willing to meet others’ needs along the way.

But, due to our recent disappearance, Denise suggested we make this get together about them, as a way to make up for lost time. This is why after having her cunt pounded Denise was spending so much time pleasuring Jon’s hefty cock with her mouth. Every so often Jon liked to fuck hard, and my wife was not opposed to that in any way. The long slow blowjob was something most men could enjoy, and it gave me time to take care of Ally.

My tongue glided across Ally’s asshole several times before I plunged it into her. As my tongue pushed past the ring of her anus, Ally squirmed with delight. A few moans let me know I was hitting all the right spots.

Bending slightly and resting on the counter top, Ally pushed her ass to my tongue and used her hands to spread her ass cheeks to give me better access.

With my hands now free, I stroked her smooth firm legs as my tongue tried to push farther into asshole.

Between moans she instructed me, “Finger fuck me while you eat my ass.”

Moving my hand up her thigh, two fingers slowly pushed into her shaved, wet cunt

“Three fingers,” she moaned.

I inserted a third finger as my right arm hugged her waist and my middle finger gently flicked her clit. Each flick of my finger, thrust of my fingers, and stroke of my tongue meant a new shiver of excitement and moan of delight from Ally. I could feel her juices slowly inching down my fingers to my hand to arm, causing me to redouble my efforts to bring her to orgasm. Even as I worked to make Ally come, I couldn’t ignore the slurping sounds from Denise sucking Jon. I was a slightly envious of Ally because she was watching my wife and I wanted to watch also. The first time I watched my wife suck another guy’s cock, a surge of jealousy hit me, but Denise put any fears to bed when afterward she rushed to my arms and professed her love for me and thanked me for the experience. But the single best moment of that night so many years ago was seeing the look of longing on the other guy’s face as we said our goodbyes. He longed to spend more time with Denise, but I was the one she chose. That’s when any jealousy or doubt left my mind. She could have any man (and more than a few women), but she had chosen me to spend her life with. I wondered if Ally had ever felt that tinge of jealousy.

I refocused on what I was doing. Ally squirmed as her orgasm was building. I knew she was close but instead of speeding up my efforts I kept a steady pace. Ally liked the long build up, but between my tongue, fingers, and the show she was quickly reaching a peak.

I felt a sudden rush of her juices and her asshole opened slightly as the impending orgasm relaxed her body. Then as quickly she momentarily relaxed, her anus tightened and her cunt gripped my fingers. Her legs tensed and I felt her body shift as she leaned forward and allowed herself to come. My fingers and hand were now covered with the drippings of her pussy, and the moans had turned incoherent mumbling. As the wave of her peak subsided, she half-heartedly pushed me away. Standing, I could see Jon was watching her and his smile was briefly not caused by my wife’s talented mouth but by the sight of his own wife. The look only lasted a second before he was back to watching the beautiful vixen between his legs.

Ally stood and turned to me. This time when she kissed me the feeling had changed from the earlier more dominate kiss to a softer, lustier kiss.

Shedding the rest of her clothes, she sauntered out of the kitchen, ass swaying in a come hither manner, toward the master bedroom of their apartment. No further encouragement was needed. I undressed and quickly followed her. Ally was waiting for me at the door. Her right hand cupped my balls as her left hand pulled my head to her chest. I suckled her tit as she squeezed my balls. Her nipple hardened as I lightly nipped it with my teeth. She reacted with a sigh of approval and tightening her grip on my sack.

With a slight pull of my hair, she pulled me from her small breast. Still gripping my balls, Ally gently walked me to the master bath, into the shower stall, and instructed me to lie down.

My cock throbbed with excitement at the thought of what was coming. Lying on my back, I watched as Ally stood astride me, her pretty eyes looking down on me, the nipples of her pert tits announcing her arousal, and her hairless cunt puffy and moist. We smiled at each other briefly, then a dribble of urine landed on my chest before turning into a steady stream. A stoked myself as Ally emptied her bladder on my chest and face. The clear liquid lacked any strong smell or even a faint flavor. She must have been drinking plenty of water before Denise and I arrived and flushed herself out.

Piss covered my chest and face, and, as her aim narrowed to my face, I parted my lips to allow the colorless piss to flow into my mouth. I let most of it flow out and down my chin in a warm cascade, but did swallow some.

I was so turned on from watching her piss on me that I was close to coming, so I had to stop masturbating.

As the few drops of her golden nectar fell on me, she smiled and lowered herself onto me. A few quick adjustments and my cock easily slid into her. With one hand on the shower wall for balance, Ally ground her pussy down and fucked herself more than I was fucking her. Her free hand slipped down her body and found her clit. Working her clit as she fucked my piss covered body made her come quickly. She braced herself and stopped grinding me as a wave of pleasure rippled through her.

She slumped forward after her orgasmed subsided and did her trademark move: she tightened her cunt around my cock and I instantly flooded her with come.

We both stayed still for a few moments and basked in the post fuck calm. Leaning down a few moments later, she kissed me hard, “I have been wanting that for a while,” she said, referring to pissing on me. Jon didn’t deny Ally much, but piss was off limits for him.

Ally moved her body up mine and placed her come-filled pussy over my face. Without the slightest hesitation I began to lap her as my own come dripped onto my face and in my mouth. Soft moans could be heard as she relished the attention paid to her bare cunt.

When she was licked clean to her satisfaction, she stood up and leaned against the shower stall as I got to my feet. At that point we looked to the shower door and saw our spouses watching us. Seeing them, Ally went to her knees and opened her mouth. She wanted to put on a short show for them, giving them a rare glimpse of her being submissive. Stepping forward I placed my semi-soft cock in her mouth and she cleaned me off. I took a step back, taking my cock in hand and began pissing on her face and in her mouth. Looking over, I saw Jon with an expression of bewilderment and Denise with a slight smile as Ally swallowed any piss that went her mouth. After a few seconds the last drops from my dick fell and Ally stood up and kissed me, the salty and bitter taste of piss on her mouth and lips.

Denise walked into the shower and turned on the spray and the three of us rinsed ourselves off. Once free of any urine residue, I was told to get out. “It’s private girl-time,” Denise informed me.

I dried myself off and went in search of my clothes.

Jon and I went to the living room and talked as our wives did who-knows -hat with each other. The thought of what might be going on had me hard again.

Half an hour later, Denise and Ally walked into the room dressed as if nothing had happened. We all thanked each other for an enjoyable afternoon and promised to get together again soon, then Denise and I left.

As strange as it sounds when Denise and I play with other people we rarely discuss it afterwards. That was the case after we left Ally and Jon’s. In the car we talked about all the normal boring stuff other couples do: bills, home repairs, dinner, and if Denise should go for a pixie cut. I was totally in favor of the pixie cut, but wasn’t a fan of re-staining the deck (she wanted a reddish cedar look, hell no, light honey all the way).

After a quick stop for coffee we went to the grocery store, I was going to make chicken parm. In the pasta aisle we ran into Ms. Johnson, Sue’s teacher. Denise didn’t hesitate to strike up a conversation, but Ms. Johnson had a look of fear and confusion. I wasn’t sure why, but figured I would shut up and let Denise handle it. A few pleasantries were exchanged and we parted in opposite directions. Just as we were about to turn out of the aisle, Denise turned and hurried back towards Ms. Johnson. Confused, I did what any man would do, I watched her perfect ass bounce as she fast walked, then went in search of chicken. Denise caught up to me and informed me that we were going for coffee with Sue’s teacher. Never-mind that we already stopped for coffee before getting to the store. I was going to be awake all night.

Groceries paid for, we headed to a cafe down the street. They had an awesome house blend that was worth the loss of sleep. And the thought of trying to fuck myself to sleep did cross my mind.

We arrived at the cafe several minutes before Ms. Johnson so we ordered and found a secluded table in a corner. The place was moderately busy, but our table was somewhat separated from the others. I made a mental note that this table would lend itself nicely for possible semi-public scenario of adult play. To be slightly more honest, I thought I would be able to get away with finger fucking Denise or maybe getting myself a handjob, if the wife was so inclined.

We watched as Ms. Johnson entered and ordered. Once she was handed her drink she began searching us out. Denise did a quick hand-wave and our coffee partner made her way to us. As our daughter’s teacher slipped into her chair, I couldn’t help but notice Ms. Johnson looked younger than advertised and had a stunning figure. Her tits were either a small C- or large B-cup that pushed lightly against her snug t-shirt. Her jeans were tight, giving her ass a wonderful shape. I suspected the jeans were enhancing a rather petite ass that would not look so shapely naked. But I’m also biased by the fact my wife’s ass is ample and round and perfect. I like curves, don’t judge me.

As with any situation that could be uncomfortable, we started with some small talk. Weather, the coffee, and other trivial things.

After a few minutes there was a pause and Ms. Johnson looked around twice nervously.

“Sue is supposed to help me with the drama club stuff next week and I am really nervous about it,” she started. “I don’t know what she’s expecting. To be honest I don’t know what I’m expecting,” she continued.

For reasons I can’t explain, I decided to speak up, “There shouldn’t be any expectations.”

“The two of you are going to be doing some organizing of the drama club stuff. I assume the storage area you’re going to be working in will be hot and dirty. So it would only make sense that comfortable, loose fitting clothes will be worn. If at some point a little more than normal is exposed, so be it. No one would think it odd if you both wanted to shower afterwards. Open showers just mean you shower together. It would be easy enough to just enjoy the shared shower without anything inappropriate happening,” I stated, trying to put her at ease.

“So you’re okay with us being, uh, undressed together,” Ms. Johnson asked.

“As long as you’re both comfortable, we…” I said pointing to myself and Denise, “are fine with it.”

“Sue understands that you are her teacher and certain things can’t happen at school,” Denise chimed in. The “at school” part caught my attention.

Denise continued, “But if either of you feel uncomfortable, you can simply walk away.”

Ms. Johnson seemed a little perplexed as we spoke.

I tried to explain, “You set the boundaries and Sue will abide by them. To be perfectly candid, we’re offering up Sue to be a toy for you. We’re just saying that if the two of you enjoy each other’s’ company, we aren’t going to freak out.”

Then Denise circled back to her earlier comment, “We know at school there are things that are off limits. But if for any reason you want to explore your relationship, we are more than happy to have you to our house. For peace of mind, we would prefer that any exploration happen where Sue is comfortable and feels safe. And when at least one of us is nearby.”

That caught me a little off guard. I was alright with it of course, just not ready for the leeway Denise was giving them.

“When you say explore, do you mean…”

“I mean if the two of you agree that you’d like a more intimate relationship – not necessarily more physical – we would not be opposed,” Denise explained, and possibly muddied the waters even more. But muddied intentionally.

A sense of relief came over Ms. Johnson’s as my wife spoke. I guess it was one of those things where women understand more than the words, that men just aren’t smart enough to know.

I was still confused about the whole conversation. My little sex kitten daughter was lusting after a very pretty teacher of hers, and said teacher was at least somewhat interested also. My extremely sexually liberal wife had a private talk with the teacher, arranging to have teacher and student in close confines and…and what? Some time to be alone and tease each other?

I also had a sneaking suspicion that my wife had some designs on the teacher herself. And I could admit I wouldn’t mind a chance to slide my cock into her.

Ms. Johnson took a deep breath and again looked around to see if anyone could hear us. No one was in earshot.

“This is just very new to me. Sue is a very pretty girl and when I saw her….exposed, I couldn’t help but think…” Ms. Johnson struggled to explain.

“I understand completely,” Denise interjected.

“And then to find out she had…those kinds of feelings towards me. It was just overwhelming. I don’t want you to think I’m some kind of sex fiend that can’t control herself. Some…some pervert who preys on young girls. Or…”

“Sometimes, something a little taboo is okay, as long as no one gets hurt. That means Sue and yourself,” Denise said in a very comforting tone.

After a few more minutes of talking, Ms. Johnson seemed to be more at ease with the situation. As did I, and I’m pretty sure Denise was too.

I also learned that Ms. Johnson had a first name: Claire.

Denise and Claire agreed to talk after every time Sue helped her.

The biggest shock for Claire was our willingness to allow anything to happen in the first place. We told her that Sue was a smart, adventurous girl who might try things on her own, so we felt it was better if we were involved. And as two people with liberal views on sex we understood a certain amount of experimentation should be expected, and if we could be there to help any experiences may be a little better.

We parted ways with the feeling that all was well, and we had a new friend. We hoped Claire felt the same way.

Walking into the house, we found the living room and kitchen empty and clean. We made our way up the stairs when we heard the muted sounds of pleasure. Stopping at Sue’s (and now Billy’s) room we saw Sue naked spread eagle with Billy between her thighs lapping at her pussy. Low moans of approval mixed with slurping and sucking sounds.

Sue opened her eyes and saw us. She simply smiled and then looked down to watch her brother as he used his mouth to stimulate her.

Pulling my wife to me I kissed her lightly on the lips then whispered in her ear, “She is almost as sexy as you.”

We walked off to allow them some time to finish.

In our room we stripped off our clothes, lay on the bed, and just held each other. No words were exchanged. Just that perfect moment when words would ruin the mood and a simple cuddle conveyed more physical attraction than any sex act. It was perfect contentment that we shared.

The moment was broken when Sue bounced into the room, naked and still buzzing from a climax.

“Hey, sexy,” Denise said separating from me to allow Sue between us.

“Why isn’t Daddy hard?” she asked, reaching for my cock.

“Keep that up and I will be,” I said as she squeezed my hardening cock.

With her other hand she cupped her mother’s cunt, checking for wetness.

“Did you take care of your brother?” Denise asked wrapping an arm around our daughter.

“Of course. Kevin is coming over later and he needs to make sure he doesn’t blow his load too soon,” Sue answered as I watched her slip two fingers into her mother.

Leaning over, she kissed her mother’s lips while still stroking my now hard cock. I shifted so I could watch as the two most important women in my world teased each other with light kisses. Denise spread her legs so Sue had better access to her moist cunt. A third finger was pushed inside my wife. Dropping my cock Sue reached to her mother’s chest and began to tweak her nipples. Denise responded with muffled moans and arched her back. The movement forced Sue’s fingers deeper into her.

Sue pushed away from Denise and shimmied down the bed. With her face poised above her mother’s pussy, she dripped her head and grazed her tongue across Denise’s clit. A few more tongue flicks and Denise was humping her snatch towards Sue’s mouth.

Sue looked with a wicked grin, “Billy licked me so good, but I need something to fill me. Can you put your thing in my private parts? I promise to be a good girl and do all my chores.”

Using the pouty, little girl voice, Sue had me in the palm of her hand.

“I know it makes you happy when you put your thing in Mommy. I just want to make you happy like Mommy does.” She pouted, looking at me over her shoulder.

Now propped up on her knees, her head still between her mother’s thighs, she continued, “Mommy, is it okay if Daddy puts his thing in my special place?”

Playing along Denise answered, “Does Mommy’s little girl have a tingly feeling in her special place?”

Sue nodded and began to rub her clit.

“Would Daddy’s hard cock make Mommy’s girl feel better?” Denise asked as she pinched her own nipples.

Again, Sue nodded as she continued to rub her fingers across her clit.

At this point I was rock hard and wanted more than anything to fuck Sue, or her mother. But since the whole scene seemed to be between Denise and Sue, with me just being a prop, I waited to see how things were going to go.

Denise moved to Sue’s side and motioned for me to get behind Sue. Reaching under Sue, Denise moved Sue’s hand and used her own to play with her clit.

Sue was now on her hands and knees moaning as her mother slowly masturbated her. Denise continued manipulating Sue’s pussy while she kissed me. With her free hand, Denise gently pushed down between Sue’s shoulders. This left Sue with her face and chest resting on the bed while her ass was still in the air.

Each stroke of her clit made Sue’s ass wiggle, almost inviting a cock to enter her. Denise broke our kiss and whispered in my ear, “You can fuck her, but you have to come on her face or tits.”

Denise recently had become a big(ger) fan of having of having a load spent on her face or chest. This also translated to her enjoying watching it more.

With those words I moved so I could push my cock into my daughter. In a sudden motion, Denise stopped me just before I could line my dick up with Sue’s moist, open cunt.

“Tell Daddy what you want,” Denise cooed to Sue.

Sue responded in her little girl voice, “Daddy, I want to you to put your thing inside me.”

“Mommy’s little girl doesn’t want any accidents, so when he shoots his white stuff where should he shoot it?” Denise asked our daughter with a teacher-like sternness.

A sly grin slipped over Sue’s face as she answered, “Maybe his stuff will help my boobies grow. So I would like Daddy to shoot his stuff on my boobies.”

It was after Sue answered her mother’s question that Denise nodded that I could enter Sue. Trying to keep in the spirit of the moment, I pushed my cock slowly into Sue. A moan escaped her lips as her cunt spread to accept my cock. Of all the times Sue and I had fucked, I couldn’t remember her being so wet. More moans could be heard, as well as things like “more please,” “so good,” and “yes.”

Once I was fully inside her, I waited a few seconds before slowly pulling out. I watched as my cock slipped out her and saw the remains of what appeared to be come on my dick. Since it wasn’t from me, I knew it had to be from Billy. I was getting sloppy seconds from my son. That explained why she was so wet. Denise, who was still beside me, noticed it too. Dragging her fingertip across my cock, she scooped up some of the mess and gleefully sucked it into her mouth. Once her finger was clean she sat back and wantonly began to masturbate as I reentered our daughter.

Sue was still face down on the bed, but turned to watch her mother. She began to push her ass toward me, trying to get my cock in her faster. With my hands on her hips, I was able to control how far back she could push. Despite the fact I wanted nothing more than to fuck her harder than her mother had been fucked earlier in the day, I resisted. This urge was doubly difficult to fight because seeing Denise, legs spread, cunt open, and dripping wet, with three fingers from one hand sliding in between her swollen pussy lips and two finger from her other hand gently pinching and pulling her clit was a vision of lusty perverse perfection. I would have been more than happy to watch her from afar, but watching as my cock was engulfed in perfect teen pussy was even better.

I repeated the slow strokes in and out Sue several more times. Each stroke brought a new sensation. I could feel her getting even wetter. When something felt better, I could feel her pussy clinch against my cock. A slightly different angle and she would move her hips to meet me.

A naturally sexual person, I noted how she was now learning to move her body and adjust herself to enhance her pleasure. The pouty baby talk was not for her enjoyment. That was meant to turn me and her mother on. So not only was she learning to enjoy sex herself, she was learning how to turn on and please others. In a few short months she had gone from just lying on her back, barely moving, to a well-versed sexual partner with a sexual repertoire many people never achieve.

Denise suddenly closed her eyes, stopped watching me and Sue, and tensed up as she began to come. Denise lay frozen in what appeared to be orgasmic bliss, three fingers in her pussy and a her other hand motionless at her clit. This image must have had an incredible effect on Sue because her wet, warm pussy tightened around my cock as she went limp and quivered, signaling she was about to come. The rapid breathing and inaudible muttering began as her cunt twitched violently around my dick.

Denise had opened her eyes and she watched her daughter come. Whatever telltale signs I give that I am about to shoot my load must have been seen by my wife because she began to bark out orders for Sue to turn around and open her mouth, and for me to pull my cock from our daughter and to stoke myself. With surprising speed and force, Denise positioned Sue’s face in front of my cock just as to volley of jizz shot out. The thick white evidence of my perversion landed on the right side of Sue’s face. A second salvo ended mostly in her mouth with a few drops on her chin. A third, weaker shot fell on her chest, right between her A-cup tits.

“Good girl,” Denise complimented Sue before leaning down to lick my come from her face. With her left hand, Denise rubbed the come on her over her chest and tits like lotion.

I was spent and barely able to stay upright. My mind was blank and hardly capable of processing the scene unfolding in front of me.

“Go get dressed and be sure to shower tonight,” Denise instructed Sue as she helped her off the bed.

Following her mother’s orders, Sue bounced towards the door, her tight ass swishing. Stopping at the door she turned and looked at me and her mother saying: “Thank you, Mommy and Daddy,” before disappearing into the hallway.

“After fucking Ally and Sue today, you may not have anything left for me,” Denise teased.

I was about to contradict her when she cut me off, “Looks like Billy is going to have to pick up your slack.”

We kissed before getting dressed. We didn’t speak, but the glances between us held an entire conversation. The conversation was simple: we loved each other, we were both perversely happy, and we hoped we hadn’t made a major mistake by including our kids in our sex lives.

The rest of the afternoon was spent cleaning and doing chores, like any normal family, just with less clothes. We dusted, vacuumed, did the dishes and laundry. The laundry had become progressively lighter over the last few months since there were days on the weekend when none of us even got dressed. Kinky sex and less laundry? Nothing wrong with that.

Denise made dinner while I worked on fixing a broken shelf, and the kids did who-knows-what in their room.

Just as Denise announced dinner was ready, the doorbell rang. We all scrambled to cover ourselves so we could open the door. I grabbed the pair of shorts and a t-shirt I kept handy as Denise ran to the bedroom. I heard Sue shout a few curse words and Billy running down the stairs. He was in a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt as he opened the door.

Standing in the doorway with a blank almost dazed look on his face was Kevin. We had all forgotten that he was coming over. All of us except Billy.

He walked in and just looked at all of us, his face still expressionless. I had never seen him with anything other than a smile. Of course, knowing what was going on in Billy’s room when his door was closed, why wouldn’t he always be smiling?

“My dad got a job in Florida,” was all he got out before he started crying.

Tears scare me. Tears from guys petrify me. I never know what to say or do without making the situation worse. So I stood motionless, as if not moving meant he couldn’t see me. Billy stared with a confused look on his face. We were saved when Denise rushed into the room and hugged him tightly. He latched on to her as if she were his own mother and cried.

“Finish getting dinner,” Denise ordered without looking at Billy and me, then whisked Kevin to another room.

As Billy and I finished getting dinner served, Sue walked looking almost as confused as Billy was. We told her what happened, and she grabbed Billy and hugged him, telling him she was sorry and she would help him get through it. Despite all the sex in the house, this was proof that they had a deeper bond than just casual lovers and brother and sister. It was something I couldn’t put into words.

Sue released him at the sound of Denise and Kevin coming back to the kitchen. Denise wore an expression of worry and sadness. Kevin’s eyes were puffy and red from crying. Without any hesitation Kevin wrapped his arms around Billy. It was the first time they showed any affection in front of all of us.

Billy tried to comfort his friend, but seemed very perplexed on what he should be doing. It reminded me very much of two people out of sync with each other trying to appear natural but failing. Kevin seemed too clingy, while Billy a tad distant. After a few moments they freed themselves from the awkward embrace and went about helping with dinner.

Between bites, Kevin filled in the story. His dad got a job offer making a boat-load of money in Orlando, but the only catch was they had to go right away. They would take what they needed and the company hiring his dad would have the rest delivered to them. The next day was to be spent packing the important things before starting the 16-hour drive.

After dinner, we all helped clean up. Once all the dishes were in the dishwasher, Denise said the boys should go upstairs to have a few last hours together. I didn’t know if she was suggesting they talk or have sex, but either was fine. And, to be honest, it didn’t matter how they spent the time as long as they got some privacy.

Denise, Sue, and I watched TV while Kevin and Billy did whatever they were doing. Sue had to go to the bathroom an awful lot. I would have bet she was hoping to either see or hear something.

The rest of the night was somber, even after Kevin left around 9:30. An hour later, Denise and I headed to bed, and Sue motioned for Billy to join her in bed. After we brushed our teeth, Denise and I went to their room and saw them, not fucking but cuddling quietly. There would be no more sex in the house tonight. We were all too exhausted from the overwhelming sense of loss. Kevin had become a part of the family and we would all miss him.

The next morning was Sunday, the last day of freedom before work and school. I was the first one up and moving so I decided to make pancakes. Running around the house naked is great, but cooking naked was always a little scary. Too many sharp and hot things around some very important parts of my body. I was almost done with the batter when Billy walked in, naked, of course.

He grunted a good morning before pouring a glass of milk, then joined me at the counter. I wasn’t about to bring up Kevin; I would let him talk about that when he was ready.

Without saying a word, he started helping with breakfast. There we were, two naked guys making pancakes. It was pretty cool in a weird way. We didn’t talk or even look at each other, just went about our tasks until we had a table full of food ready.

I was about to go wake the girls when he spoke, “Don’t worry about me. I knew it would end one day. I just needed some time to process it. And the simple fact is that I still get laid more than any other kid in my school, except for Sue.”

We both chuckled and had a quick hug before I went to get the girls.

Breakfast was a hit. We ate, talked, and had a great time. Sex or no sex, it was one of my favorite family moments. We all pitched in to clean up. While Sue and Denise finished the dishes Billy and I talked in the living room. He laid out a very detailed plan for his future that included going to community college before transferring to a larger school to complete a degree in accounting. I was never so organized as that. I was impressed that he knew what he wanted in life. The only real shock was the community college. But he explained that it served a dual purpose. The classes were cheaper and he could help Sue while she was there. Sue, at this point, had never mentioned college of any sort. When I asked Billy, he simply said she was going, willingly or not. Of course, I was a little taken aback. He couldn’t force her to go to college. But he said it was already decided.

When Sue and Denise joined us, I asked Sue about it. She said Billy already had told her she was going and she was okay with it. Her plan was to go to community college as directed by Billy, get a two year degree in something with his help, then go work with her Aunt Vicky selling sex toys. I felt a mixture of pride and shame. Pride because both of the kids had plans. Shame because my teenaged son did the planning and parenting with her that Denise and I should have been doing. Denise was thrilled with both plans. Vicky had already said Sue would have a job if she wanted one. Sue then explained that Billy and herself would live with us as long as possible, then get a place together after that. Moneywise, Billy had already been saving for all this and even recently started saving for Sue.

The next conversation was about Sue and her extra work with Ms. Johnson. We laid out all the rules and concerns from our talk with Ms. Johnson. She readily agreed to everything. I saw her pussy had moistened as we discussed it. Denise noticed too.

“You had some things around the house you wanted to get done today, right?” Denise told me more than asked.

I said I did, begrudgingly, knowing I was about to miss out on some freaky family fun.

“While you do that, I’m going to go upstairs with the kids,” my wife informed me.

All three got up and started towards the stairs. I could see Sue was wet and Billy was hard. Denise sauntered over me and gave me kiss on the cheek, “Poor baby, maybe Sister-In-Law Vicky will take care of you when she comes by later.” Then she hastened upstairs.

For the next hour I tried to change light bulbs, check smoke detectors, and fix a stuck door while listening to the rest of the family fucking.

There were the normal moans, squeals and grunts as well as various phrases, such as: “fuck her ass,” “lick me faster,” “so tight,” and “don’t come yet!” I was rock-hard and very distracted.

I was on the couch trying to decide if I should jack off or not when Denise descended the stairs looking freshly fucked, followed by Sue and Billy looking the same. The kids went to get water while Denise kissed me and sat beside me. Then her phone informed her she had a text.

“Vicky is on her way,” she said loudly to inform all of us.

A murmur of excitement could be heard in the kitchen as both Sue and Billy knew what possibilities now exist when Aunt Vicky is around. Hell, I was excited too.

“Sue, honey, would make sure my toys are clean and ready before Aunt Vicky gets here,” Denise asked/instructed.

“Sure thing, Mom,” answered Sue.

Denise had one finial instruction, “Especially the strap-on.”

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2 Comments

2 thoughts on “New Rules 12

  1. Wow what a hot story. Was so hard with the creampie than shared Cum kiss. Look forward to the next chapter.

  2. Looking forward to reading the first story posted by someone other than the host in awhile – New Rules is a great storyline too!

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