Chapter 47 - Twin Sister's Wife Wants a Baby

*Five Years Ago*

Doc Brown's buzzed with the usual weekend crowd--only tonight, it was louder, rowdier, and sweatier than usual. Midterms had just ended, and the relief was flowing, like the beer. The place was packed, a writhing sea of college students looking to forget. The silver lining to all the chaos? More girls, and no live music--the usual cover band had been bumped to make room for drinkers. It was the kind of night that promised stories.

I had just taken a swig of whatever beer came with the cheapest pitcher Sam could find when I noticed her. She stood at the end of the bar, alone but self-assured, swirling a blue cocktail in her glass. Her crimson satin blouse clung to her like temptation itself, tucked into tight black jeans that made her legs look like they went on forever. Her dark hair was cut in a layered, spiky bob, brushing just above her shoulders and perfectly framing her high cheekbones and lips curled into a smile that hit like a gut punch--even from across the room.

Sam nudged me with her elbow. "You know her? She's been glancing over here for the last few minutes."

I shook my head. "No, but I want to," I said without thinking, earning a playful smack to the back of my head.

"Way out of your league, bro," Sam laughed as I rubbed the sting away and finished my beer.

"Such a hater," I muttered, already standing. "I'm going over anyway." I flipped the old one-finger salute behind my back as I headed toward the bar.

I wove through the crowd and slipped in on her right side. Up close, she was even more intimidating--everything about her was sharp and effortless. Just being that near made me want to turn around. Maybe Sam was right.

Before I could bail, she turned. Our eyes met. Her green eyes sparkled under the flickering neon bar lights, locking onto mine with a kind of amused curiosity. Then, slowly, she gave me a once-over before that magnetic smile returned.

"Damn it," I said before I could stop myself. "You found my weakness right away. I can't resist a pretty girl with a smile like that."

She giggled--an actual, unguarded giggle--and her smile widened into something genuine, something that reached all the way to those hypnotic eyes.

"Jules," she said, raising her glass toward me.

I clinked my empty glass gently against hers. "Will."

I was about to say something else when I noticed her glance over my shoulder--toward our table. Toward Sam.

"So, Will," she said, her voice light, "is that your girlfriend over there?"

I laughed, caught off guard. "Sam? No, she's my twin sister."

This time her smile changed--less polite, more... intrigued.

"Okay, that makes this easier then. You seem very sweet, Will, but I was kind of hoping she'd come over instead."

Before I could process that, she slipped past me and took my hand, tugging me along behind her. "Would you introduce me?" she asked, glancing back over her shoulder with a pout that no human being could refuse.

I stood by, dumbfounded, as Jules met Sam. Sparks flew. Then they danced. Then they kissed. Then they left--together.

The next morning, I woke up slightly hungover and desperately hungry. I pulled on a T-shirt and opened my bedroom door just in time to see Sam and Jules slipping out of our shared bathroom, wrapped in nothing but towels, giggling like teenagers as they ran into Sam's room.

"Told you she was out of your league, bro!" Sam called, slamming her bedroom door behind them.

And that... is how I introduced my sister to her wife.

/////

I always knew Sam was into girls. Probably before she did, honestly. It wasn't some "twin intuition" or anything--it was just obvious. I saw the way she looked at women. The same hungry, appreciative look I'd see on the faces of my friends. The kicker? Sam and I had the same taste in women--long legs, dark hair, and a great ass. Jules had all of that, plus a summa cum laude intellect, a razor-sharp wit, and those damn eyes. If she'd passed me by for anyone but Sam, I would've been crushed.

Instead, I spent the next year and a half being teased and tormented--constantly. Brief flashes of skin from our shared bathroom, Jules wearing nothing but one of my old T-shirts and panties in the morning, and the worst part: discovering my sister apparently had a "fucking magical tongue" courtesy of Jules screaming through our thin apartment walls.

I'd be lying if I said I'd never noticed how beautiful Sam was. We had the same All-American blonde hair, blue eyes, but where I had the lean lines of a swimmer, Sam had the curves and definition that came from years of gymnastics and cheerleading. If I was attracted to Jules, by all logic, I should've been just as drawn to Sam--aside from the whole sibling thing, obviously.

After we graduated, Sam and Jules got engaged fast. Small wedding. Beautiful. Simple. It was perfect.

That night, Jules introduced me to her coworker, Eva who is now my fiancée. Later, she told me it was her way of thanking me for bringing her and Sam together.

/////

The house was quiet now.

Everyone else had left after a long Friendsgiving weekend, and the four of us remained, sprawled around the fire. Sam sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the couch where Jules lounged, her legs draped over the armrest. Eva was mirroring Jules on the opposite couch, her feet resting comfortably in my lap.

There was nowhere to be, no deadlines, no distractions--just warmth, wine, and the people I loved most in the world.

I glanced up and caught Sam watching me over the rim of her wine glass. That glint in her eye was all too familiar. It meant she was about to say something ridiculous--something outrageous. The kind of thing that usually meant I'd have to defend someone soon.

Instead, she just said, "Will, Jules and I want a baby." She tipped her glass toward me like it was the most casual request in the world. "And we want you to be the father."

She might as well have asked me to pass the remote.

I blinked at her, sure I'd misheard--or misunderstood. But Sam went on, calm and steady. Like she was ordering dessert.

"Not adoption. Not a donor. I want a child that's part of me and part of Jules. And you're my twin--same DNA, same blood. It makes sense, doesn't it?"

I looked to Jules. She'd sat up a little straighter, one hand resting on Sam's shoulder.

Her face was unreadable--but not surprised.

Then I turned to Eva, who was watching me with curiosity, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"I thought we were talking about taking a cruise to get out of the cold," I said, laughing nervously. "Did I miss a bunch of steps?"

"Will, it's not a joke," Sam said. "We've been thinking about this for a while. We want a child. And we want it to come from someone we know. Someone we trust. Someone we love."

Eva slid her feet from my lap and moved closer, pressing her hip against mine. She placed a hand on my knee, her voice soft and amused. "And you want to do this the... traditional way? No turkey basters? No clinics?"

Sam shrugged. "Nope. Just good old-fashioned P-in-V fucking. Feels more natural. Simpler. More connected."

Ever the subtle one, my sister.

I opened my mouth, not even sure what I meant to say--but Eva beat me to it.

"Okay," she said.

I turned to her, stunned. "What?!"

She looked at me, then at Sam. "I said okay. I won't get in the way if you want to sleep with Jules to get her pregnant."

I looked at the three of them, waiting for someone to crack--someone to say gotcha. But no one did. They just watched me, calm and serious.

Then Eva added, "I have a condition, though. If you get to sleep with Jules... then I get to sleep with Sam. Seems only fair."

The silence that followed wasn't awkward. It was electric.

We all knew I'd already said yes by not saying no.

Sam tilted her head, considering. Then she looked at Jules, who gave the smallest nod. Sam grinned--slow and wicked. "Deal," she said.

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding and stared at the three of them. My head swam with disbelief--and something darker, heavier, warmer--curling low in my stomach.

In that moment, I realized we hadn't just crossed a line from safe and normal into something else entirely.

We didn't just cross it.

We set it on fire.

I sat back down and downed what wine was left in my glass. I looked up at the girls and said, "I'm going to need a minute with this." and I walked out to the back patio, pulling the door closed behind me.

/////

I'm not sure if I was out there for 5 minutes or 50, but I stared out at the moon and stars and waited for my brain to reboot. I didn't turn around when I heard the sliding door open and close behind me, just took the glass of bourbon she balanced on the rail between us and sipped while Eva leaned her head on my shoulder.

"Sorry, I had to just make sure the world was still spinning." I said.

She smiled, soft but with heat behind her eyes, "Is it?"

"Barely"

I sipped my bourbon and leaned on the rail next to her. Both of us staring out into the dark yard. The silence stretched for a beat, then two.

"I can't believe you said yes," I said, half turning my head to watch her reaction, "I expected confusions, maybe a "let's talk about this tomorrow without the wine".

Not.... whatever just happened"

She turned to face me, arms folded across her chest, "Because I said you could sleep with Jules?"

"Because you said it like it was no big deal, like it was one of them borrowing a pair of shoes."

Eva looked down and inhaled then looked back at me, her expression serious but not hard. "I didn't say it wasn't a big deal. I said I was ok with it. There's a difference."

I exhaled slowly, "This is... insane right?"

"Of course it's insane," she said laughing. "But not in a bad way, not in a dangerous way. It's just.... Honest. Real. Complicated... like all of the best things."

I studied her face, looking for cracks, doubts, anything that would make me call the whole thing off. "And the part where you want to sleep with my sister? That's not weird?"

Eva smiled again, a little blush coloring her cheeks, "Will, your sister is hot. Objectively. Subjectively. And she knows it, too. And so does everyone else. She's been flirting with me since you and I got together, you just never noticed."

I blinked, shaking my head, "Sam's been - what?"

"Oh yeah," Eva said. "Subtle stuff, you wouldn't catch it unless you were looking for it. But I was. Because she's Sam. And because I was curious. I've heard them through walls before too, you know."

"Jesus" I muttered, laughing in disbelief.

"You're surprised?"

"Kind of, this is a whole different level of.... whatever this is."

Eva set down her glass and stepped up close to me, pulling my arms around her.

"Will I love you. That's not in question. But sex with someone we already love - people we trust, people we share our lives with? It's not cheating. It's not betrayal. It's.... Something different."

There was a pause, I could feel her heart beating in her chest and her breathing slow and steady.

"It doesn't feel like jealousy?" I asked, kissing the top of her head.

"Strangely... no. It feels like a door we've never looked behind. Not scary. Not wrong. Just new."

I nodded slowly, letting that settle in.

We stood there wrapped in each other for a few minutes before Jules stepped through the door behind us, a blanket draped over her shoulders and a mug of something warm in her hand. She looked at us, no judgement in her eyes - just curiosity.

"Hey," she said softly.

Eva turned, putting her back against my chest, my arms still around her. "Hey."

Jules leaned against the doorframe, her expression calm and inscrutable.

"I wanted to make sure you two had a chance to talk. I know this is... a lot."

"You could say that," I muttered.

Jules glanced over her shoulder and then pulled the door closed behind her, stepping closer to us. "Can I say something?"

"Please," Eva said, nodding.

Jules looked at me first. "Will, I know this feels crazy. But it's not coming from impulsiveness or drunkenness or anything. We've talked about this for a long time."

"And this?" I asked, motioning to Eva and pointing into the house. "All of it?"

She nodded. "We want a child. A family. But Sam didn't get that ability from the womb with you. So we have to find a different way. And we want it to come from love. Not just genetics or biology - love. So that means involving people we already trust in our lives. That means you."

I watched her, the way her eyes shone when she said it, the way her words didn't feel rehearsed, just real..... Grounded.

"So, is this just sex?" I asked quietly.

Jules smiled - not with amusement, but something softer. "It can be. Or it can be more. But whatever it is, it's about connection. And trust. I'm guessing we won't know until we get there. But if it didn't come from love, I'd never ask."

She touched Eva's arm, then mine, light as a feather. "None of this has to happen. But if it does it isn't about ownership, or permission or keeping score. It took me a long time to convince Sam to ask, but I'll be the first to shut it down if I thought any of the four of us would be hurt. It's about choosing to be open with the people we love. The people who matter."

She turned and went back inside, leaving only the scent of hot chocolate in her wake.

I stared at the sliding door into the house, heart pounding for reasons I couldn't sort out much less name.

Eva nudged me gently with her elbow, "You okay?"

"I don't know," I said honestly. "If we do this, you and me, it won't be the same again. No matter who it was, but especially because it's Sam and Jules....."

She reached up on her toes and turned my head so she could kiss me. "I trust you. I love you. I know that this is a gift for them, and no one else can give it. So if you want to, I'm with you. But if you don't, that's fine too and nothing changes."

"That's where you're wrong, it's already changed just by Sam asking." I kissed her lightly. "But you're right about the rest, it isn't about me and Jules or anything else."

Eva's lit back up with the mischief that I fell in love with 3 years ago, "You're just worried I'm going to like sex with your sister more than you. Come on back inside..." as she pulled me back in from the cold.

/////

The four of us found ourselves in the living room again, this time with the knowledge of what we were about to agree to. The flicker from the fireplace reflected in both Jules' and Sam's eyes as Eva and I sat on the loveseat across from them. My sister and her wife were curled together on the couch like we had seen a thousand times before. There was an air to the room - not tension exactly, but anticipation thick enough to chew on.

Sam was the first to speak, "So, I figured we better talk about the "how" of everything here. Since, y'know, we can't exactly wing this."

"Well, Sam, first Will has to stick his...." Eva started before giggling and dodging the throw pillow tossed from the other side. We all laughed, the tension broken and our natural rhythms back.

"No seriously, I agree. Where do we even start with this?" Eva asked as she pulled her legs up to sit cross legged on the couch.

Jules leaned forward, taking command like this was one of her projects at work, "First question - how many tries are we talking about?"

"I mean, hopefully just one," I said, trying to sound casual but already feeling out of my depth.

Sam arched a brow. "Wishful thinking. It could take a few cycles. Timing, biology, stress levels.... We don't want to rush it or put pressure on anyone."

Eva patted my knee, "So we try during her fertile window each month?"

"We?" I whispered to her getting an eye roll in return.

"Exactly," Jules said. "I'd track my ovulation. Then when the timing's right, Will and I... connect."

Sam smirked, "Connect. Right. Love that."

I shot her a look. "I'm trying to be serious about this."

"But it's adorable when you're flustered," Eva teased sliding her hand up from my knee. Just enough pressure to let me know she noticed the growing tension under my jeans.

Jules sipped her wine. "Also on the same note - do we want it to be just.... Once per window? Or a few days in a row."

Sam cut in, leaning back and putting her arm around Jules, "I vote for multiple tries. More natural. Less mechanical."

Evan made an agreeable noise. "I agree. Less stress if we're not pinning all our hopes on one night."

"Don't the two of us doing the actual 'connecting' get a vote?" I asked, looking to Jules to speak up with me.

"No silly boy, let the girls sort this out," Eva said with a kiss on my cheek. "Of course you do but do you disagree yet?"

"Well no..."

Sam took back over, "Ok so there's some detail missing. Is this just a 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am' and then Will leaves or is there more to it?"

I glanced at Jules and was pretty sure I saw a flush to her cheeks that wasn't there before. "I mean that's not my usual way to do things...."

Eva agreed, "Yes, if you want it to be, how did you say it? "More natural. Less mechanical." it can't just be a quick pump and dump then leave." She powered on ignoring the wave of awkwardness that was my fiancée and sister discussing me like a prize stud horse. "If this is about love, then I think Jules needs to get the full Will experience."

All three of us looked at my fiancée with various flavors of shock on our faces.

"What?" She explained, "I want this to be as successful as you, but there is no reason for everyone to enjoy themselves too."

I cleared my throat. "Okay, so what about... where?"

Sam and Jules exchanged a look. Jules answered calm and matter of fact. "Here at our place, our bed. It's where I feel comfortable. Where we feel safe."

"And where would you be?" Eva asked Sam, "Here?"

"I don't think I'm ready to see my brother fucking my wife, so probably not. But I do have your condition to fulfill so I imagine I can distract myself with you...." Sam trailed off showing a surprising level of timidness.

"Umm, yeah that would work." Eva answered in a way that I wasn't certain that she'd been caught out bluffing.

The room grew quiet for a long moment. Just the fire, the clink of a glass, the sound of four people breathing a little faster than they had five minutes ago.

Eva shifted toward me, eyes full of heat, "I think we've covered logistics for now."

Sam nodded, her hand sliding up Jules's thigh, "Yeah... I think it's time we took a break."

Jules glanced up at her with that same smile I remembered from that first night in college - the one that made you feel like gravity had shifted.

"Pick this back up tomorrow?" she offered, already standing and smoothing her skirt down and pulling Sam to her feet.

I barely registered my nod before they slipped away toward their bedroom, hands already wandering.

Eva's lips were at my ear the second the door clicked shut behind them. "Guest room, Now."

"Eva...."

"I've been wet since half way through that conversation, " she growled, low and feral. "All I could think about was your sister's mouth. The way she talks, the way she kisses Jules. The way Jules looked at you like she already knew how you tase. I need you. Right. Now."

I stood, hard already, heart thudding in my throat and let her pull me down the hallway. Her shirt and skirt didn't make it into the bedroom. We barely did.

As the door closed behind us I picked up Eva and pinned her to the door, our lips crashing together with a hunger that had been simmering since my sister had propositioned us.

It wasn't just about sex.

It was the pressure release from an evening of held-back glances, stolen thoughts,

the reality of what we were planning suddenly too real, too heavy to carry without cracking open.

She shoved my shirt up, fingers skating across my stomach, her breath hot my neck. "I can't stop thinking about you with her," she whispered against my skin. "About her with you like this. And what it means. That you'd do something like this for them....."

I paused long enough to look her in the eyes. "You're ok with this?"

Her hands went behind her to release the clasp on her bra, "I am more than okay," she said softly. "It turns me on. Seeing you this way, knowing you're connected to something bigger than just us... that they want you...."

I pulled her in again, gentler this time, letting the urgency settle into something slower, deeper. Her last remaining clothes slid down her legs until she stepped out of the small scrap of lace.

I trailed kisses from her ear, down her jaw and collarbone down her chest, saving the little gasp she gave when I reached the curve of her hip. She tangled her fingers in my hair, breath hitching. "God I love you," she murmured. "Even when I'm thinking about your sister doing that."

That should have been strange. But instead it felt like it naturally fit on top of the raw beautiful honesty that tonight had kicked off.

"You want her?" I asked, my voice rough with heat as I pushed her back until her legs hit the bed and she fell back, legs open and inviting.

"Yessssss, I want her" she hissed as I continued to run my tongue up and down her nether lips, avoiding her clit and entrance for now. "I want her eyes looking up at me from between my legs and her hands all over me."

"Mmmmhmmm" I prodded while still resisting her attempts to drag my mouth and tongue to her most sensitive areas, "And then what?"

"You're being so mean, such a tease," she complained, yelping as I quickly strummed my tongue against her clit.

"Keep talking or I'll stop."

"Noooooooo....." she whined as I started to slowly stroke her button with my tongue and then occasionally dipping into her hole to drag out her taste. "I want to taste her too, I want hers to be the first pussy I kiss. I want her to cum on my face like I am about to do on yooooooooooouurs." Her thoughts triggering her first orgasm as much as any oral manipulations on my part. "In me... now... I need you in me, Will." she begged trying to pull me up by my hair.

As we had done hundreds of times, I slid into her channel as our lips found their counterparts above. "I want you to come to me after being with Jules so I can smell her... no taste her on you... " she moaned as our bodies crashed together already knowing the rhythm we needed. Her legs wrapped around me, her voice in my ear just barely above a whisper until she peaked. We moved slowly at first, touching like we ere memorizing new versions of each other, formed in the space left by the conversation by the fire.

"And when you come to me you can taste Sam on my lips when I kiss you." she cooed right before she came undone with a keening howl that surely had alerted the other couple to our goals.

Her orgasm, or possibly her words, or both - triggered my own and I buried my face in her neck as I poured out into her, heart pounding like we'd run a marathon.

We lay there, tangled and quiet, her head on my chest and her fingers tracing lazy lines across my torso.

"I've never wanted you more than I do right now," she whispered.

And in spite of what we had all just agreed to, neither had I.

/////

Sam was not wasting time - never had. Her mouth was on Jules's neck, her hands working open the buttons on Jules's shirt like it was a race.

Jules grabbed her wrists, held her still. "Slow down." She stared Sam down until she relented and lowered her hands.

"You've got that look."

Jules's lips curved into a slow smile, "What look?"

"The one that means I'm going to want to call in sick tomorrow."

"Good thing you don't have to work in the morning then..." Jules said as she removed her shirt and bra.

Sam grinned and walked towards Jules with the kind of confident sway that had tightened pants and moistened panties everywhere she had gone. "So," she said slipping her hands onto Jules's hips and pushing her loose skirt down, "did it turn you on?"

Jules leaned in, her slight height advantage putting her mouth at the top of Sam's ear, "Watching you agree to let Eva fuck you? Yeah, A little."

Sam hummed against her neck and slid her hand into her wife's panties, "I think more than a little. Or was it more of you getting to fuck Will?"

Jules's voice dropped to a whisper, "Both..." she squeaked as Sam grabbed her by the waist and threw them both onto the bed, their mouths colliding fiercely, all heat and no hesitation. Jules moaned into the kiss, one hand grasping at Sam's wrist and the other pulling Sam closer to her.

"God you taste like wine and trouble," Sam murmured between kisses, dragging her lips down Jules's jaw.

"I am trouble," Jules gasped as she arched her back, now tangling her fingers in

Sam's hair as my sister slowly dragged her way down Jules's body. "You knew that when you married me."

"And I'd do it again," Sam said, her hands now pulling her underwear off her legs, "Especially now that I know how far you're willing to go to start a family."

Jules raised an eyebrow, "Do I hear some jealousy Samantha Williams?"

"Only that you don't have a twin brother to use as a donor," Sam said before nipping at the inside of Jules's thigh and then diving into our pussy with gusto.

Jules let Sam drive for a while, her hands mauling and pulling at her breasts while Sam used both hands on Jules's ass to pull her closer to her face. After Jules screeched out Sam's name and flooded her face with her juices, she sat up pulling Sam up and turning to trade positions. "Your turn," she panted.

Sam kissed her wife hungrily until Jules's pulled away to kneel between her legs. Running her hands up both thighs and lightly blowing on her clit, Jules looked up at her challengingly, "You thinking about Eva right now?"

Sam shuddered. "I'm thinking about you. But yeah... her too."

Jules chuckled softly then gave her exactly what she wanted - tongue, fingers, pressure, until Sam was gasping, grinding, cursing in broken syllables. It wasn't soft. It wasn't sweet. It was fire and passion planned to make Sam forget her own name.

Jules drove her wife through her first orgasm not letting up until she milked a second set of screams from her. Lifting her head once Sam's heels were done drumming on her back and her body stopped convulsing, Jules's reached up and brushed a lock of sweaty hair from Sam's face.

"So we're really going to do this?"

Sam smiled lazily, "Yeah, we're going to have a baby."

Jules climbed up to spoon behind Sam, "And the rest?"

Sam lifted Jules's hand and kissed it, "Yeah, we're going to have fun too."

They both giggled as they heard Eva scream out her own fun down the hall.

/////

The next morning the house was quiet again. I untangled myself from the blankets and pulled on my jeans and t-shirt before making my way to the kitchen in search of coffee and the women. I had just started the pot when I was startled by a quiet "Hey" from behind me.

Turning around I saw Jules leaning against the sink behind me, wearing an oversized hoodie - and nothing else that I could see. Her bare legs disappeared into the soft shadows of the sweatshirt, but the way she was looking at me. I could almost feel it sweep across me.

"You slept in," she commented, not much louder than a whisper, almost casual.

I shrugged, "Too much adrenaline, and wine, and y'know... massive life decisions."

Jules smiled and stepped closer, the sleeves of the hoodie falling long over her hands before she jammed them into the front pocket. "Yeah. That." She looked over her shoulder to where my fiancée and sister were sitting on the patio together talking.

She stopped a few steps away and fidgeted with her hands in the hoodie before looking back up at me. "So I've been thinking."

I chuckled, "The way the last 24 hours have gone that could be very dangerous for me."

She didn't laugh. "I don't want the first time we sleep together to be when we're trying to get pregnant."

That hit like a punch right to my sternum. I turned to face her fully, the air between us crackling with energy. "You mean.... "

Jules looked me in the eye, hers radiating nothing but calm. "I want it to be good. For both of us. And as much as I know we're doing this for the right reasons... we both know it's also going to be.... Intense. And the emotions are a huge reason we want to do it this way."

I took half a step toward her, half wanting to take her in my arms and half wanting to run away. "Jules... this is already intense. I don't know if practice makes it any easier."

"Maybe not easier," she said softly, looking up at me, "but familiar, comfortable. Connected."

She reached out to put her hand on my arm, tentatively grounding us. "I don't want it to feel clinical. Or awkward. I want to feel like it means something... even if it's not love in the traditional sense."

I swallowed, looked down at the beautiful woman in front of me, then back out at the beautiful woman I was going to marry and the beautiful woman that was my sister and best friend. "What does Eva think?"

"She's the one who suggested it," Jules said with a small smile. "Said it would 'take the edge off' when the real time comes."

I exhaled deeply. "Sam?"

Jules leaned in conspiratorially, "She told me to stop overthinking and just go for a ride already."

That set off a deep laughter from both of us that broke some of the tension. "That sounds like Sam."

Jules pulled back a bit to look at me, her green eyes scanning my face, searching for something. "Do you want this too?"

I hesitated, not because I didn't want it. I wanted it too much. Wanted her. The way she was looking at me wasn't like this was a favor, but something more.

"I've wanted this since the first night I met you," I admitted.

Jules smiled widely, before reaching up on her tip toes and kissing me on the cheek, whispering in my ear, "So have I."

She then left me standing in the kitchen with my jaw open as she walked out to join the other two on the patio. Pausing at the sliding door she looked back over her shoulder and finding me watching, flipped up the back of the hoodie to reveal her uncovered ass. A knowing smile was on her face as she rejoined the conversation outside.

I took several minutes to regain my composure and will my erection down to a modest level before taking my coffee out to the patio to join them.

"Hey bro, so when do you want to fuck my wife?"

Hey bro, so when do you want to fuck my wife?" said Sam, as her oh so subtle greeting the next morning.

Jules, the wife in question, blushed and lovingly smacked Sam's arm. Meanwhile my fiancé, Eva nearly sprayed an entire mouthful of coffee everywhere trying to hold in her laughter. I rolled my eyes, used to my twin's "unique" sense of humor.

"Well I need to check my calendar and see when I can fit her in." I tried to say as dryly as possible. An effect ruined by three echoes of "That's what she said" leading to a full round of giggling from all three women. Even I had chuckle, knowing that I had walked fully into that one, and the laughter was a delightful way to really start the day.

And just like that we relaxed into our normal patterns, except for the glances shared between each of the girls and me. The quiet acknowledgment that we were well past normal. That for all of Sam's brashness, or Eva's boldness it was still on the tipping point between fantasy and reality.

A quick breakfast of bagels finished, Eva went to get our overnight bag and I stood to hug my sister and sister-in-law goodbye.

Jules pulled me down for a kiss that spoke of promises yet to be fulfilled and left me looking for my fiancée to make sure I was ok. The heat in her eyes as she caught mine was enough permission for me.

What surprised me more was when Sam pulled me in for her goodbye hug. She reached up on her toes to plant a kiss on the corner of my lips and whisper "I kissed Eva like that too. You're welcome." I looked down at Sam with a bit of surprise, only to receive a wink that from anyone else I would have taken as flirtatious.

I was pulled from my daze by Eva taking my hand and pulling me to the car, "Ok, I need to take my fiancée back before you short circuit him any more today. We'll call soon!"

By the time I got in the driver's seat after closing her door and putting our bag in the back, Eva had a wild look in her eyes and one hand immediately draped into my lap, "Drive. I need you."

We had not backed out of their driveway before Eva started kissing my neck and doing her best to make the driving part of her request difficult..

"Will, I am going to need you to fuck me as soon as we get in the door, if I can wait that long," she said as she slowly stroked my lengthening cock through my pants. "I never thought kissing a girl would be so hot... And how hot it was watching you and Jules..." she trailed off with a quiet moan, gripping my erection in one hand while mauling one of her breasts with the other. "Did you know she's never done anything past kissing a boy? You'll even be the first guy to ever see her naked."

Between the intermittent strokes and grabs of my hard-on, plus Eva's lusty fantasizing, I was stretching the limits of my ability to multitask and drive.

She felt my dick jump at her latest revelation, "Oh you like that idea, do you? That you'll be the first dick she touches, the first man to make her cum. You better make her cum, baby. Give her what you give me, turn her into a puddle."

With only five or so minutes until we reached the apartment Eva slid her yoga pants down to her knees, revealing how obviously wet she was. At the second-to-last stop light before home she started to stroke me through my pants in earnest while circling her clit.

"I am going to have us ready to burst as soon as you slide this beautiful cock into my dripping pussy. I want you to cum right away so that we can go again for real."

Somewhere between stop lights she had lost her shirt as well and now sat 75% naked next to me doing her best to get us as close to the edge as possible. I pulled into our complex, never happier for assigned parking right outside our building. I jumped out of the car like it was on fire the second I turned the engine off and ran around to the passenger door, yanking it open.

"In a hurry?" Eva looked up at me, her eyes half closed and both hands pulling at her nipples.

She squealed as I grabbed her from the car and threw her over my shoulder in a fireman's carry, not caring who might see her bare ass between here and the 5th floor. Normally I would take the stairs but today I'd give Eva a little of her own medicine.

"Hey, the stairs are back there," she questioned as I walked past the normal route and approached the elevator. "What are..."

I landed a light spank on the beautiful ass on my shoulder, "Shush you, you want to build us up to the edge, I'm going to put some gas on that fire too." The ding of the elevator almost covered up the light moan I got in return.

The doors slid open to reveal a married couple I knew lived a floor above us, a few years older than us. They exchanged looks with each other and smiled at me knowingly as they walked past. Eva got a cheery "Have fun!" from the wife as they walked past.

As the doors closed behind us Eva pushed the button for our floor before I set her down, her back against the back wall of the elevator. "That was mean, now our neighbors know what my pussy looks like!" she pouted with a smile. She reached to pull her pants back up before I stopped her.

"Nope, you pulled them down, you leave them until we get home. And I'm sure that your pussy will be a welcome conversation topic for the next time we share an elevator."

Her eyes fluttered at the thought and one hand lazily stroked up and down her lips as she locked eyes with me. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll need a month to save up cum so you can get Jules pregnant."

Before I could respond the doors opened behind me and Eva made a run for our door, pushing her yoga pants off to free her legs. Leaving the dampened fabric outside the elevator I chased her naked ass to the door where she realized that she didn't have a key. She put her back to the door and slid down, mouthing my cock over my pants as I fumbled with the key to open the door. By the time I finally got it open she had pulled the waistband of my pants and boxers down, giving the hallway a brief glimpse of my cock before I all but tackled her through the door.

I pounced on her right away, kicking the door closed behind me, and kissed her fiercely against the entryway wall. She wrapped her legs around my hips and arched her back off the wall so that I could find her honeypot with my erection. We were both so turned on that I slammed my full length into her with no preamble, setting off her orgasm as she promised. Two thrusts later, I joined her, grunting in her ear as I emptied what felt like a gallon of cum into her needy pussy.

"More..." Eva weakly moaned in my ear, wrapping her legs and arms tighter around me. "I need more before I loan you out."

Surprisingly still hard after the last 24 hours of sex, I carried my fiancé over to our couch and set her down with her ass on the armrest. She released my shoulders and lay back, tilting her hips up above her head, her legs opening behind me as I remained fully inserted.

As soon as her shoulders hit the couch cushions I started to pull back until just the head of my dick was still inside her before slamming back in with my full length. My speed quickly reached the point where sweat was dripping from my brow as I used my grip on her hips to pull our bodies together, my balls slapping up against her ass like a counterbeat to our hips clapping together.

"Can you tell how much this turns me on, baby? How much I want to share this with you? To let you sleep with the hottest woman we know?" Eva panted out as multiple small orgasms rippled through her. "Turn me over... I want you from behind..." she begged me.

Being a gentleman I obliged, pulling out and manhandling her until she was standing and leaned over the same armrest. Her toes had no sooner hit the ground before I was back fully inserted in her warm velvety depths with a groan.

Bracing her arms in front of her, Eva let her head hang down, her hair obscuring her face. "Like that babe, pretend I'm Jules, and you're just giving her everything."

It took everything in my power to not cum right there as my fiancé kept up her filthy narration.

"I know she's got bigger tits than me, but from behind I bet we look almost the same. She's got a great ass too. I wonder if she likes a good spank like me..." she cried out again as I confirmed that Eva did still love a pink handprint as a souvenir of our fucking. "Or maybe she wants you to pull her hair, reign her in like the breeding mare she wants to be. Oh god..." I wasn't sure if it was another climax or just a rolling continuation since turning over. "Cum for me Will, flood my cunt, put a baby in me like you're going to do for Jules. For Jules and for Sam. Put babies in all of us!" She wailed, her walls flexing and tightening so hard it was difficult to thrust through the milking sensation. Not that I could last any longer at that point anyway. Whatever liquid was left in my testicles launched itself as deeply into her channel as I could thrust before falling back and slumping to the floor. I ended with an eye level view of my cum starting to drip out of my future wife's pussy as she sighed, "Holy shit, Will. I may not walk again."

I gained my footing and gathered her nearly limp form in my arms in a more traditional bridal carry, taking her to our bed and laying down spooned behind her. She was asleep with a satisfied grin before we hit the pillows. I drifted off as my brain finally registered what she'd said as we had cum together - Did she really say that Sam wanted to get pregnant too?

/////

The early afternoon sun streamed through the curtains, waking me up after a couple of hours of recovery nap. Eva still slept, her hair wild, one bare leg laying over mine as she snuggled into my shoulder. The sheets were long kicked off as we shared the heat of the afternoon sun and our own overheated bodies.

I didn't move for a while, wanting to bask in the peace of the moment. Just watching the woman I love sleep. Breathed in the scent of her sweat and sex. Nowhere I would have rather been.

It wasn't long before she stirred, rubbing her leg up across my thigh as she stretched, blinking her baby blue eyes up at me. "Hey..." she whispered pensively.

I smiled down at her, "So that happened..."

Eva giggled,, a light laugh that filled my heart with joy. "Yeah. That sure did"

We lay there for a few more minutes. Comfortable. Naked. Quiet. But the weight of the previous night's events was still there.

Eva broke the silence first, "So how are you feeling about it?"

I didn't respond for a minute. Watching the ceiling fan turn as I sought an honest answer. "I just keep thinking... this is insane right?"

"A little bit, yeah" Eva said, rolling to her stomach next to me, propped up on her elbows, her feet kicking idly behind her..

"I mean, it is like my brain and body are arguing in slow motion." I said scooting up to a sitting position against the headboard.

Eva idly drew circles and whorls on my thigh with one finger, "Who is winning?"

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "My body is saying 'Jules is gorgeous, and no matter how insane this is, it is kind of hot and everyone involved seems on board with it." I paused, watching for any jealousy or rejection from Eva. "But then my brain pipes up saying, "What if it changes everything? What if someone gets hurt?"

She sat up, tucking one leg under her and stretching the other out to the side. I couldn't help but glance down and see the remains of our early romp dried on her inner thighs and outer lips. Eva grinned at me when she saw where my gaze had fallen.

"That is exactly why they chose you. They clearly have talked about this a lot. Sam may be a little wild but they are never reckless. And I trust them."

I started to ask, but she gently placed one finger across my lips before I could. "And I trust you. I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't. But more than that - I trust us."

I knew right away what she meant, it just felt like she had said it perfectly. "You're kind of amazing," I told her, truly believing it.

The smile I got in response was bright enough to block out the afternoon glare. "You're just saying that because I'm naked and you're thinking about earlier," she said with a smirk.

I growled and launched myself towards her, tackling her to the bed and pinning her below me before kissing her as forcefully as I could. I wanted to pour every ounce of emotion into this kiss. At least until I broke it up by tickling her sides.

/////

*Sam*

The door had barely clicked shut behind Will and Eva when the house settled into that warm, quiet stillness that followed when company left.

Jules was leaning against the back of the couch, fidgeting with the strings on the oversized hoodie she wore. "They're really going to go through with it." she said, her eyes still dancing from last night.

I crossed the short gap between us, my hands landing on her hips and pulling us together until our foreheads touched. "Of course they are. You saw how turned on Eva was when she said yes. And Will..."

Jules raised an eyebrow, silently interrupting me. "He's wanted you since we all first met."

"Uh huh, and you weren't getting anything out of this. Other than a night or two with your brother's hot fiancé. And maybe..."

I kissed her before she could continue. "Mmhm, they both were about to explode after we kissed them goodbye."

"Poor boy doesn't stand a chance," Jules laughed, those emerald eyes sparking with lust, "Once I get him alone, he's mine."

It was my turn to raise a questioning eyebrow, "Possessive much?"

Jules shrugged, a mischievous smirk plastered on her face. "You get off on it."

"You're damn right I do," I admitted shamelessly. "It's super hot watching you go full seductress. Especially knowing the end goal." I kissed her again quickly, then planted a trail of light kisses up her jaw to her ear. I lowered my voice and slid one hand up from her waist to cup one of her perfect breasts over the sweatshirt, "It's a little twisted but perfect. You're going to fuck my brother. For me."

Jules gasped as my breath tickled her ear, "For us." She reached behind me and used a two handed grip on my ass to slowly grind her hips against mine.

"You're into it, how wrong it is."

Jules didn't deny it. "It's a thrill. There's something... raw or primal about it. Planning this all with you. Planning to essentially seduce your brother and his fiancé so that we can bring a baby into the world." She gasped sharply as I rolled her nipple between my thumb and finger. "And the way they looked at us last night... It wasn't just lust. There was more there. That edge where you know you shouldn't be attracted like that but are..." She bit her lip and looked at me. "There's something more there."

I felt my body react like I had been hit with electricity at her words. "God, Jules. You saying that is turning me on so much right now." I nibbled at her neck and slid my free hand up her thigh, pushing the bottom of the hoodie up with it. I was half surprised to find her bottomless underneath it.

"I know," Jules said, halting my hand's progress when I was just close enough to feel the heat emanating from her core. "You're practically vibrating. We haven't even done anything yet and you are ready to pounce."

"I just love how wrong it almost is," I admitted with a whisper against her jaw. "It's crazy and taboo and dirty and... And it's so us. So perfect."

Jules tilted her head back to meet mine with a slow searing kiss, releasing my wandering hand to grab the hair at the back of my neck and pull me in closer.

"We aren't breaking anything, we're not doing anything evil. We aren't hurting anyone..." Jules said between kisses.

"Unless Eva asks me to..." I cut her off.

"Down girl, I'm sure you'll get to find out if she likes that firm little ass reddened soon enough. But for right now..." she pushed me away to arm's length. "For right now, you're mine."

With a laugh she flipped over the back of the couch, landing on the cushions and pulling me until I had to climb over with her. We came together in a tight embrace, the wet smacking sounds of kissing and quiet moans replacing our conversation.

I sat up astride her hips and used the leverage to confirm there was nothing at all under that giant hoodie, leaving her arms tangled in it once I got it over her head. Jules giggled and struggled as I held the sweatshirt down with one arm. I whipped off my cropped tee with my other and ground my mound against hers, feeling her start to soak the thin cotton shorts that separated us.

"This isn't going to be a fantasy anymore," I told her, leaning down to start kissing from her collarbone to her hip bone. "You're going to get properly fucked by a man for the first time and my brother is going to put a baby in you." I crossed to her other hip, teasing just above her mound, and slowly made my way back up her torso. She twisted her body, trying to force her breasts into my path. "See you've never had a real, warm, hard cock in you. Never felt the pulse as a man leaves his sperm inside you. The warmth as you get filled up."

Jules' chest was flush now, not from exertion but from the filth coming out of my mouth. "He's going to take that gold star snatch and breed it. Pump you full of his warm wet sticky cum until you can't take anymore." I had kissed my way back down to the little tuft of hair right above her clit, and nipped and pulled gently at it before blowing a warm stream against her swollen clit.

"You're going to cum so hard the first time he does that." I whispered followed by a slow circle of the tip of my tongue around her button.

"Fuuuuuuck Sam..." Jules whined, "Please don't tease..."

"But I'm not done yet, baby. Will's going to paint your insides white and then when he leaves I'll come in and hold your legs up in the air like this," I punctuated by pushing her legs up in a vee while I lowered my face to her dripping opening. "And I'll hold your hips up so it all runs down inside you. Maybe I'll sit on your face while I do that so that you can make me cum too."

Jules began to thrash harder as I pumped two fingers into her, the heel of my upturned hand grinding on her clit at every apex. The tell tale shake of her thighs warned me of the impending orgasm. "Is that what you'll tell everyone? 'Sam's brother fucked a gallon of jizz into me and then I licked her cunt while she made sure I got pregnant'."

I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked hard, curling my fingers up against her g-spot as I hit all of the verbal buttons I could. I was rewarded with the sight, sound, and taste of my wife coming undone in front of me with a howl of pleasure.

I gently cleaned around her vulva as her breathing approached normal and her eyes rolled back from the back of her head. I coated my tongue in her girl cum before sliding back up her body with mine and sharing her own taste with a kiss.

"You are a filthy minded woman," Jules said between panting breaths.

I kissed her again, "And you love the smut that comes out of my mind."

We sat up together, gingerly. Her naked and wet body slumped back against the back of the couch, mine body mirroring hers other than the soaked cotton shorts still hanging loosely on my hips.

"You know what would be hot though?" She asked me, looking straight ahead, her eyes still not focusing perfectly. I turned to take in the sight of her sex-sweaty body, wanting nothing more than to ravage her again.

"You, sitting on my face, drowning me in your pussy, holding my legs up so that all of Will's cum doesn't spill out..." she turned to lock eyes with me, perfect clarity reflected in those emerald irises. "But there's too much and it starts to run out so you lick up the extra..."

"Hnnngghh, Jules..." I grunted as a mini climax exploded from my center. "Why...?"

Jules stood on wobbly legs, pulling at me as she walked towards our room, "Because you will be jealous of me if you don't get at least a little bit of Will for yourself."

Fucking hell, why did she have to be right about that?

////

*Will*

The next few days were as 'normal' as days could be when you are planning to knock up your sister-in-law. We all went back to work, and our normal day to day lives and other than more vigorous sex than an average week, Jules and I didn't really talk much about "it".

Until Wednesday after work. That was when the last puzzle piece clicked into place to start this off.

"Will, I have good news and bad news," Eva announced as she breezed through our door. She kicked off her heels and started untucking her silk blouse from her skirt as she walked over to me in the kitchen. "The bad news is that Carl is sending Gavin, Angie and I to Chicago tomorrow for 2 days to fix the Jamison account again." She had moved on to unbuttoning her blouse by this point, and had unzipped the side of her skirt, it now hung loosely from her hips. "The bad news is that I won't be here when you get to fuck Jules for the first time."

She launched her body, down to just a matching blue bra and panty, at me and kissed me as though her life depended on it. I reached back to turn off the stove while maneuvering her away from the hot surface and over to our kitchen table.

Eva realized what I was thinking and hopped backwards onto the table, spreading her legs nearly 180 degrees apart, beckoning me in with the crook of her finger.

"No, Will, keep them on," she told me as I started to unbuckle my belt. "I want you to lick my pussy until I can't say 'stop' any more. You're saving that dick for Jules."

I dropped into a chair and dove in, her juices sweeter and tastier than anything I could put together on the stove behind me. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, keeping her pussy as close to my face and as still as I could. I ran my tongue up and down her outer lips before stiffening it and plunging it into her hole. For the next twenty minutes my tongue touched everywhere from the soft skin above her clit to the tight pucker of her ass.

My attack was purely oral other than using my hands to pull open her lips or pull back the hood over her button. I lost count of how many times my fiancé cried out in orgasm before I decided to finish her off, sucking her clit between my teeth and lightly nipping at it while pushing two fingers from my right hand inside her to tap her g-spot and adding my middle finger from my other hand into her ass.

Eva's scream surely was heard throughout the building as she melted down on our Ikea kitchen table (Ingatorp is a surprisingly sturdy set up). Her thighs buffeted my ears as her muscles tensed and released over and over, spraying my chin and mouth with her girlcum. Her body released any tension it had left and she flopped back against the table, barely conscious.

I stood over her, watching her muscles twitch as her nerves felt the electric release of her orgasm ricochet through her. She turned her head to look at me, her auburn hair spread out behind her like a halo. Even with all of the sex we had had over the past week, I was hard as steel and straining the ability of my belt and jeans to keep me dressed.

"I'm serious baby, you're saving all of that dick for Jules tomorrow while I'm gone." Eva said as she struggled to sit upright. "Fucking hell, I need a shower now... What's for dinner?"

I stood there, nearly twitching with need, as my disheveled fiancée sauntered back to our shower with an evil wink over her shoulder. I could almost feel my balls filling to near bursting as the door closed behind her. "Hawaiian pork chops and asparagus." I mumbled, hoping that she was just edging me until after dinner.

She wasn't.

Eva

I should have been asleep - more meetings tomorrow to untangle the mess that Jamison and his team had created, late flight home - but my body had other ideas.

I'd excused myself from dinner with the team early, skipping the hotel bar "after action review" that our teams always had on these client trips. Drunken bitch sessions really, and usually great fun, but not tonight.

I'd taken a long, hot shower. The kind that you only do in a hotel where the hot water is endless and no one else is waiting for you. The kind that usually leaves your muscles loose and relaxed and ready for sleep. It wasn't working tonight.

I lay back on the hotel bed, half propped up by the extra pillows and picked up my phone. No new messages. No missed calls. No updates after that final text from Jules: "On my way, wish me luck!"

My stomach fluttered. I wasn't jealous, not exactly. But I was restless... curious... needy.

I imagined Jules arriving at our apartment, walking into our space like she owned it. I knew that look from her - slow, confident, dangerous.

What would she be wearing? Would she go for the casual and non-threatening look like she just came over for dinner? Or would she show up at their door having used every sexy weapon at her disposal to look like a seductress on a mission? Would she even go over the top and show up in lingerie under a trench coat?

No, the last one would be a Sam tactic, not Jules. Not that I didn't enjoy the mental image - of either of them pulling that stunt now that I considered - but Jules would play it more subtle. A skirt a little shorter or tighter than normal. An extra button undone on the top. A peek of whatever lingerie was waiting to be unwrapped. Makeup just a bit extra.

She'd tease. Make him work for it. Undress slowly. Let him drink her in before she ever let him touch her. And Will, sweet, anxious Will, trying to stay composed while his sister's wife crawled into his lap.

I closed my eyes and let the images sharpen.

Jules straddling him on the couch.

Will's strong hands gripping her hips.

Her moan when he pushed inside her for the first time.

My breath hitched - a moan of my own slipping out.

What did they sound like? Was he soft with her at first, or already lost to the tension that we had all been dancing around? Did she guide him? Did she tell him how she liked it? Or did he figure it out, one sigh and moan at a time?

Before I had even realized it I felt my right hand touch the waistband of my panties. My thighs had parted of their own accord, the cool air teasing the heat between my legs. I was already wet. Already aching.

I imagined Jules pulling him deeper, whispering his name, and my own hips bucked involuntarily. The hotel room melted away, my senses only filled with Jules gasping, Will groaning, the slick rhythm of their bodies finally giving in.

I circled my clit slowly at first, accelerating as my fantasies took over. My other hand pushed my tank top up to my neck, landing on my nipple - teasing it until it bit my lip to keep from crying out. My legs trembled as I imagined Jules spread open, flushed and gasping while Will moved over her, into her.

Fuck.

I dipped a finger into my drenched pussy, so worked up that just the tip of my finger entering caused a flutter of my lower lips. Adding a second finger caused them to almost milk my digits as I ground the heel of my hand into my clit while delving into my core.

I picked up my phone with my other hand, thumb hovering over Will's contact.

Should I call?

Should I facetime and see?

Would they answer?

My fingers didn't stop.

Neither did the images.

And as the first wave of pleasure ignited my nervous system, I imagined Jules tossing her head back, Will buried between her thighs, and me....

I wasn't watching. I was wanting.

/////

Sam

The silence was maddening.

It used to feel peaceful, when Jules and I had the place to ourselves. Now it just felt... empty.

I sat on the couch. Then stood, walked to the kitchen and poured myself a drink. Promptly forgot about it when I picked up my phone again.

My phone with no notifications.

Jules had left over an hour ago. Stood right in our front door, holding my body against hers with a searing kiss that calmed whatever nerves I had at that moment. Then left.

To go fuck my brother.

I should have been freaking out. Or maybe I was and it just hadn't hit yet. Instead, I felt like I was vibrating under my skin. The need to know - to see - was driving me crazy.

I tried to picture it, tried to keep it clinical: Jules and Will on the bed, awkward maybe, tender. But my dirty mind wasn't having it.

Oh no. My filth-filled brain was directing the hottest porno to ever grace the backroom of your local video store.

I knew Jules, the way she moved when she wanted someone. I know how she touched me when her patience ran out. How she smiled before she devoured. I could practically see her undressing in front of him, biting her bottom lip with false innocence. Watching whatever resistance he had just melt away.

I could feel it in my chest, in my thighs.

The need to know.

The idea struck fast and I was grabbing my car keys and slipping on my sneakers before I had consciously realized the plan. If I drove by their place, maybe I could....

I froze with the front door cracked open, the part of my brain that was not driven by my clit catching up. They live on the fifth floor.

There was no way that I would be able to see anything from the street. Even if Will was pressing my wife's naked body up against the windows with the lights on and curtains open...

Fuck, what a sight that would be.

And even if they were doing that insanely hot thing that I conjured for myself, what would that say about me trying to spy?

I stood there with the doorknob in my hand for a long minute, keys clutched tight in my hand, the cool air bringing more goosebumps to my skin. Squeezing my thighs together, attempting to smother the fire raging in my core.

I was turned on beyond reason, jealous in a way that I didn't expect - not that Jules was touching someone else, but that I wasn't there to feel it too. To be present, to share the moment. Brother be damned, I wanted to be there for all of her pleasure.

I leaned forward, pushing the door closed with my forehead as my brain started to come back to reality. I groaned loudly in frustration, threw my keys to the floor and stormed back to our room.

By the time I crossed into our marital space, I had kicked off my shoes and pulled off my shirt and bra. The drawstring to my shorts was the next victim, letting them slide to the floor right as I was climbing into our bed. The bed that still smelled like Jules' shampoo.

I closed my eyes and pictured Jules spread out beneath Will on this same bed. Flushed and moaning, hair messy across this very pillow. I knew exactly how her body moved, exactly what she would sound like as she started to come apart. I pictured Will trying to hold back, trying to be respectful, but giving into his more primal instincts when Jules whispered something filthy in his ear.

My fingers were inside me before I could talk myself out of it. The first glide between my lips sent a shock through me and I gasped out loud.

They were probably in the middle of it right now. Her nails digging into his back or his arms. Her voice breaking. His mouth on her neck.

I opened my phone, hands trembling.

Right there on my favorite contacts were three names. Jules. Will. Eva.

I stared at the screen, my eyes half unfocused before I held my finger over my wife's name. Imaging her answering in the throes of passion, telling me about every little thing going through her lust-fogged brain.

Gods, I was so close.

My hips bucked, pressing my clit against the heel of my hand as I added a third finger to the pair already rapidly fucking into me.

And still - my finger hovered.

I didn't press it.

Not yet.

I slammed my phone to the bed as I found myself unable to fall over the edge into a much needed orgasm. If I didn't get some post-nut clarity soon I was liable to make bad decisions like trying to be a peeping tom from five stories below. Leaving the phone in the middle of the bed, I leaned over the side to pull out our toy box from under the bed.

Just the sight of our accumulated collection of toys was enough to draw a whine from me. My right hand searching through the box while my left hand continued to keep me on the edge. Without thinking I rolled back onto the bed with Jules' favorite vibrator - penis shaped with a surprisingly strong motor that caused it to wriggle in a truly cunt stirring way.

I was so wet that the toy was nearly swallowed by my pussy before I even remembered to turn it on. A breath after I did though, as the toy came to life and I started to melt down. Memories of Jules' reactions to this toy blended with visions of her making those same cries and moans with a real dick instead.

While I was only able to be a witness to her passions being drawn forth by another person. I whimpered as I envisioned her making eye contact with me as she screamed out her climax.

That was enough to set off my own fireworks. I came so hard that my muscle spasms pushed the toy out of my cunt, leaving it shaking on the bed between my thrashing legs. I pulled my legs back, knees nearly to my chest, as my hands took over where the dildo had abandoned me. Having been on edge for far too long the orgasm seemed to go on and on, and showed no sign of letting up. The next clinch of my pelvic muscles was enough to push out a small spray of girlcum, arcing across the comforter to quietly splat near where the toy continued to dance with itself.

The pleasure would rise and fall for a few minutes, slowly pulling me back from arousal-based insanity. My eyes closed, head back, I tried to find the dildo by feeling the vibrations on the bed. The buzzing noise rang in my ears like extra temptation and I didn't think I could get back on that ride so soon.

My left hand grabbed for the source of the gentle vibrations, only to find my phone shaking and lit up. I must have gone deaf or screamed myself out while cumming and missed the ringtone when it started.

Turning the screen to my sight, Eva's picture smiled back at me. I had slid the button to answer before realizing it was a video call not audio.

"Oh hey..." I said weakly. Trying to hide my nudity from the frame, but she would have to have been blind to not have a pretty good guess as to what I'd been up to.

I heard a small giggle, "You too?"

I forced my eyes open and refocused, finding my brother's fiancé looking about as fucked out as I felt. Her auburn hair was a mess, a flush spread down her neck to her collarbones and I assumed below the screen's view. The tangle of hotel sheets behind her evidence that we both were dealing with our lovers becoming lovers in the same way.

"Yeah.... I can't stop thinking about them," I admitted, even as that admission gave my hand a reason to stroke my lower lips gently.

"And I'm guessing that you aren't rage-jilling over there too and are still more than ok with it?" I asked.

"Fuuuuck yes, I want to be there to watch. Even if I can't participate beyond that. Jules is so beautiful and seeing her soft curves against Will's hard muscles..... yum" she purred back. Did I detect some rhythmic shoulder motion just off screen?

"God same, what is wrong with us?" I sounded pitiful as I asked

"Nothing wrong with wanting pleasure for those you love, Sam"

"Is that why we are both touching our pussies while we are talking? Thinking about them?" I had to fight to keep my voice even.

Eva let out the cutest little moan, as though she was embarrassed that it escaped her. "It isn't just them I'm thinking about," she said quietly, her arm moving faster now, her other hand not able to hold the video as still.

Something about her admission just melted me. Not sure if it was the timid way she said it in contrast with the heat in her eyes, or the fact that I assumed she was using her fingers to draw out another climax while talking to me. I couldn't hold on any longer and I drove three fingers into my slick tunnel, the heel of my palm grinding against my sensitive clit.

"Fucking cum with me Eva, I want you to cum with meeeeeeeeeeeee" I howled out as my body exploded in pleasure again. Somehow I forced myself to keep my eyes on the screen though as I saw Eva reach ecstasy at nearly the same time. Her orgasm drawing out a wail that started low and quiet before growing into a banshee-like screech, her face scrunching up as she went through enough pleasure to almost be painful.

She dropped the phone close to her apex, leaving me to recover from my own hysteria to a view of the hotel ceiling and the sounds of Eva panting in recovery.

"So, was it good for you?" I asked while slightly out of breath after she had gone silent.

"Fuck. If we cum this hard with just our thoughts, I don't know that either of us could survive watching," Eva nearly whispered out of breath.

An aftershock of pleasure caused me to squeak as I imagined myself in the room.

I lay back, my hair now a sweaty tousled mess fanned out around my head. My thighs were wet almost to my knees and my pubic hair matted to my skin. I'm sure that Jules would smell the wet spot on her side of the bed no matter how much laundry I did.

My body seemed at war with itself, half of it wanting to come down from that massive peak like normal while the other half wanted to ramp back up even higher until I was nothing but an empty vessel. Until every drop of pussy nectar, every tear, every drop of sweat, every iota of lust wrung out of me and screamed out to the heavens.

Listening to my future sister-in-law recovering from her own meltdown was letting that second half win.

"Eva, do you think Will would be okay if I watched?"

A lusty whimper was all the response I received.

/////

Jules

It was going to happen tonight. Eva had called me to let me know about her work trip and after a quick three way text with Sam, we agreed to make tonight the night. I barely slept after that, my mind racing and my body on fire. Sam was the lucky victim of my over aroused state as we made love until she tapped out and then held each other until morning.

The first part of my day felt like I was moving through a fog, my brain completely absorbed by what awaited me tonight. By lunch time I gave up. I told my boss that I had a "family emergency" to attend to. He didn't ask questions. I don't know if I could have answered them if he did.

Driving home I realized I wasn't nervous exactly. But the gravity of it was settling into my chest like a soft, dense weight. Tonight I was going to Will - not to talk, not to plan. But to start something that would change all of us - me, Sam, Will, Eva - forever.

I ran a hot bath as soon as I got home. Forcing myself to be slow, be intentional and in the moment. I felt my skin flush as I sank into the steamy water, the heat wrapping around me, easing the tension in my shoulders and spine.

The water made me feel open, feel ready.

I let my mind drift as I lay back against the tub.

Would he be nervous when I walked in? Would he hover too close or freeze up waiting for a signal? Would he try to kiss me first - or wait for me to lead the way?

My hand slid down my chest between my breasts as I imagined unbuttoning my blouse while he watched from the couch. My fingers caressed my hip as my mind saw me taking his hand and pressing it to the curve of my waist. Leading him.

I shuddered as my fingers lightly brushed against my lower lips, pulling back like I had been caught doing something wrong. I reached for my body wash and loofa, seeing my razor sitting on the side of the tub.

"Does Eva keep herself shaved? Landing strip? Full bush?" I wondered as I stroked the bare skin above my slit with a feather-light touch. "Does he prefer some hair? What if my shaved pussy is a turn off?" I was forcing my mind to go back to exciting ideas instead of worries as quickly as possible. "Maybe he's never had a fully bare one before and he'll love it"

All of this extraneous mental energy to keep myself from focusing on the two most important things that were going to happen tonight. I was going to have sex with a man for the first time. And that man was my brother in law - the twin to my wife - the fiancé of one of my best friends. It was a dress rehearsal (undressed rehearsal?) for us having sex to get me pregnant.

Those thoughts were equally joyous and terrifying. So I had to go back to the logistics. I had already touched up my legs and pussy with the razor was spinning in that existential crisis for a moment and the water was beginning to lose its comforting warmth. After rinsing off I stood in front of the mirror and took my time. Moisturizer. Perfume. Just a light touch of makeup, enough to show effort but not be overwhelming.

I walked into our closet and froze with too many choices of what to wear. I must have browsed through every shirt, skirt, dress, and pair of pants hung up four or five times before I noticed her.

Sam was leaning against the doorframe to our closet, still dressed in her pencil skirt and blouse that made her look so much more serious than she was. Watching me with a wry smile, arms crossed, eyes filled with equal parts love and lust.

We stared at each other for a long, quiet moment.

"Gods, you are beautiful," she said finally.

I smiled, but something in her face caught me. Her eyes. I saw the ache, the knot of pride, desire, vulnerability and hope.

"Hey," I said, stepping closer. "Come here."

She came willingly, slipping into my arms. We held each other in the hush of our shared space, heartbeats in sync. My naked skin teased by the silk of her blouse and the texture of her skirt, her stockings adding a contrast of friction as our legs touched. I buried my face in her hair and breathed her in.

"You're really okay?" I asked quietly.

She nodded against my shoulder. "I'm more than okay. I'm excited. I want this. For both of us. For you."

I pulled back enough to look into her eyes. Looking for any shadow to cross those blue eyes and give us a reason to call this off.

"I need you to know that I want this too. For you as much as for me."

"Says the one who is about to get properly fucked while I stay here alone," Sam forced out a laugh - her humor letting me know she was really okay.

I kissed her there, standing naked against her. It wasn't rushed. It was slow and deep, our hands starting to wander. I had her blouse half unbuttoned before she broke away and held my hands.

"Save it for Will. When you get back.... Then we can finish this." She said and pulled me back into her embrace. I nodded against her shoulder.

"I'm not sleeping over so I'll hold you to that later." I promised. I felt a little shudder run through her as I did.

After a long moment she smacked my ass sharply and said "Let's get you dressed to impress now!"

I yelped in surprise and then joined her in laughter. The easy peace that was us felt more right than ever. With direction from Sam I chose each piece of my outfit, from the underwear out, based on what she liked and what she knew of Will's preferences.

"Eva and I talk too, you know. Plus we're twins, he likes a lot of the same things I do. I saw his browser history when we lived together for fuck's sake!" Sam giggled by way of explanation.

With my outfit for the night meeting her approval, I stood by our front door, knowing that once I went out there I would be coming back a different person.

I kissed her like I wanted her to remember it the whole time I was gone.

And I think she kissed me the same way.

When we finally parted, her fingers lingered on my cheek. "Text me when you get there."

"I will."

"And Jules?"

"Yeah?"

She gave me that sly crooked grin that I fell in love with all those years ago.

"Don't hold back."

I laughed, breathless. "I wouldn't dare."

I stepped out into the night, our fingers lingering against each other as we separated. The cool night air doing nothing to sate the heat rising under my skin. As I backed out of the driveway I saw Sam still standing in our doorway, backlit by the living room, leaning on the door jamb watching me leave her for the night.

I watched her silhouette in my mirror for as long as I could before focusing on the road ahead.

/////

Will

I woke up unsure if I was actually awake or dreaming. Who would believe that later tonight, my sister-in-law and I would be having sex. And that we would be doing it not just with permission, but encouragement from both her wife and my fiancé.

I was not shocked at all by the fact that I woke up hard as iron after all of this bouncing around my subconscious. I was shocked however by the fact that my morning wood was being bathed by Eva's tongue. The tip of her wet muscle circling around the upper half of my shaft, just light enough to make me twitch into the waking world. As my eyes fully opened and made contact with Eva's she smiled around my cock's tip and dove down until her lips circled the base of my erection.

"Good morn.....Nnnhguh!...." I choked out at the surprise oral assault.

Eva maintained eye contact as she slowly, deliberately pulled back revealing millimeters at a time of my spit soaked rod. Releasing the tip with one last swirl around my frenulum and a loud pop, she sat back on her heels between my legs.

"I was wondering how long you'd sleep through that. Much longer you'd have woken up balls-deep in me," my fiancé purred as she crawled up the bed. I could feel her nipples drag along my chest as she kissed her way up to my mouth. Our lips connected, tongues battling to show who wanted the other more, as I felt her own neediness dripping onto my thigh.

Each of my hands found one of the perfect hemispheres of her ass, grasping and maneuvering her over my erection. She weakly resisted, a moan of protest swallowed by our kiss.

"Nooooo baby, save it for Juuuuuuuuuules!" she howled as I pulled her down until our pelvises locked into each other. Her body betrayed her words as she planted her hands on my chest and started to roll her hips, stirring my shaft inside her while rising and falling. The spiraling motion an exquisite torture for us both as she used what little control she had left to keep the pace slow.

"Oh god, Will... I was going to leave you so horny and needy that you'd have no way to resist her." Eva's eyes met mine, a glowing ember of lust burning through the blue so brightly as to almost glow purple. "I wanted you so pent up that there was no way you'd overthink your way out of it."

Her riding pace slowed even further, dragging her clit across the top of my rod in contrast to her honey literally dripping from her opening. After the post dinner tease last night, I was in no condition to be patient any longer. Pulling her chest down to mine, I pinned her against me and rolled us over. When a shriek of laughter Eva fell back, opening her legs fully. With long, powerful strokes I fed her my entire length from tip to base, her breasts bouncing in rhythm, gasps and moans escaping her pert lips every time I bottomed out.

"No matter what we're doing, you're the one I want," I told her as I accelerated our coupling. "You're not leaving here without knowing that."

I watched as she threw her head back, arching her back and crying out as an orgasm wracked through her body. Her velvety walls rippled along my shaft, milking the cum I'd been building for her since last night. As the warm seed splashed against her walls Eva snapped back to looking at me, eyes wide, mouth open in a silent wail.

I rolled over as I collapsed, pulling Eva on top of me, cradling her against my chest while still joined together by our sex. As our breathing returned to normal and my erection softened she sat back up with a tired, satisfied smile.

"Damnit Will, you better be able to rock her world like that later. If you used it all up on me...." she laughed, shaking her head. "Sam may never forgive me if you disappoint Jules."

I rolled my eyes, for the thousandth time this week I contemplated the absurdity of my situation. "Eva, love...." I started before she silenced me with a kiss. This one of love more than passion.

"I know, Will. I know." She said, saying more with her eyes than words. A heartbeat later she stood up, "Now you're going to have to drive me to the airport since I have to shower again. Someone made a mess of me!" At the door to the bathroom she turned and intercepted my attempt to follow her. "Nuh uh, mister - definitely don't have time for what will happen if you join me in there! Get dressed and then you can shower after you drop me off."

A last lingering kiss at the curbside drop for the airport before Eva walked into the terminal was followed by a single text as I made my way home, "I love you, have fun, make sure she does!" followed by a string of winking emojis, devil emojis, and hearts.

Between the way my day started and what lay ahead, work didn't stand a chance.

My eyes were on the screen, but my mind was stuck somewhere between panic and fantasy. Half-formed thoughts of Jules invaded everything - flashes of memory overlaying spreadsheets and project charts. The tone of her voice and laugh, the way her eyes lingered when she looked at me. I kept checking my phone like it might offer a sign, or maybe even just a distraction.

Eva texted again around lunch. "Still good?"

I stared at it for a full minute before replying. "Honestly, it feels like I am about to jump out of a plane."

Her answer was instant. "Then remember your parachute: she cares about you. And so does Sam. And so do I."

Before I could respond again another text came in, "Live in the moment, not your head."

"You are incredible. I love you" I sent back, receiving a red heart in reply. Nothing else. It was more than enough.

Still when I got home, the nerves crept back in. I spent the next hour doing absolutely nothing productive - then tried to overcorrect. I vacuumed, wiped down the counters, rearranged the liquor car for no real reason. I changed the sheet even though I wasn't sure we would get there. The apartment smelled faintly of pine cleaner and panic.

I looked at the clock: 6:12. Jules had said she'd be here around seven.

I showered. Shaved. Stared at my closet for a whole ten minutes before settling on a plain black t-shirt and jeans. Not too casual, not too formal.

Just me.

Hopefully.

6:44 - pacing.

6:52 - pouring bourbon into a glass to smooth my nerves.

6:53 - forgetting about the bourbon entirely after I set it down and fussed with the thermostat for some reason.

7:04 - knock on the door.

My stomach flip-flopped. I forced myself to walk slowly to open it instead of the rush I felt inside. I opened it and froze.

Jules.

She was.... She was something. Effortlessly devastating. She had on a white off the shoulder sweater over a grey skater skirt that fell to just above the middle of her thighs. Her legs were bare despite the chill in the air and her low-top red Converse kept the look casual and cool. It wouldn't have been out of place at a normal dinner together for the four of us. And yet this was no dinner date. For one, our spouses weren't here. Secondly the sweater was uncharacteristically showing an extra helping of cleavage and a peek of her red bra around the edges.

Jules noticed me appraising her look and smiled shyly in return.

"Hey..."

"Hey," I said back with all of the eloquence I could summon. I was suddenly aware of every molecule of air between us.

We stood there for a moment too long before I finally stepped aside. "Come in," turning to no longer block her way. The scent of her - something soft and clean, like warm vanilla and flowers - hit me immediately. My body reacted before I even looked at her again.

"Want anything?" I asked, trying to stay casual, "Wine? Beer? Bourbon?"

"Yeah, wine please. Not too much though," she said, flashing me a wry smile. "I want to feel it, not forget it."

I laughed. That made things feel more natural already. I poured her a glass and snagged my forgotten bourbon before rejoining her in our living room. She sipped it while walking over to the couch, pointedly sitting on the middle cushion and looking at me. She crossed one leg over the other at the ankle, and leaned back like she had so many other nights at our place.

I sat in my usual spot, and turned slightly so that we could clink our glasses together, "To practice runs!" I toasted with a laugh. The musical laughter from her in return was as intoxicating as the whiskey in my hand.

"So Sam gave me a whole speech before I left," she said, swirling her wine.

"Let me guess -- "Do it, but I'm still the better twin"?

She laughed again, "Close. More like, "You're allowed to want it. Just don't let it scare you. Don't hold back."

I took a sip of my drink, my eyes on her as she turned to face me fully. Her gaze was direct. No games, no pretense.

I threw back the last of my bourbon and set the glass down, letting the warmth spread through my throat. "Eva told me a very similar thing today." I paused, losing myself in her eyes as I looked for any reason to hesitate. "You know you are beautiful right?" I said, voice quieter than I expected. "I have always thought so, always wanted you."

Jules tilted her head and absentmindedly fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. "Since that night at Doc's?"

"Yes. More than I should have since you were with Sam, but yeah."

Her lips opened, paused as though she had forgotten what to say. Then she put her wine down on the coffee table and a hand on my knee. "Truth?" she said. "You're the first man I've even thought about like this. I don't know what I'm doing, but these are the feelings I want to feel as I get pregnant. I want to feel them with you."

I leaned forward, slow enough for her to stop me if she wanted. She didn't. Her breath was shallower now, matching mine. My hand brushed her waist, just lightly, and when she didn't flinch I let my fingers settle there, holding her gently.

"I'm nervous," she whispered.

I leaned in and gently kissed her lips, barely more than I would have kissed her in a normal setting. "Me too. That's why I'm going to take my time."

Jules's breath hitched, her eyes going wide for a moment. "Okay," she said, her voice trembled, just a little -- and it undid me.

I kissed her.

Not fast. Not greedy. Just enough to taste her. Enough to know she wanted it too.

She froze, stiff as a board, but only for a moment before she relaxed and kissed me back. Her hands found my chest, curling into my shirt like she was anchoring herself to the moment. I found myself pulling gently on her waist, drawing her to me, until she sat astride my lap on the couch. Her hands ended on my shoulder and mine on her hips, our faces just a breath apart as we searched each other's eyes for hesitation.

Then she leaned forward, her breath warm and quick against my neck as she kissed below my jaw before our mouths collided again, deeper now. I felt her shift her legs, scooting closer to me as she gasped into my mouth and I swallowed the sound.

Her hips moved against mine with a rhythm that didn't ask -- it insisted. My hands were just along for the ride but my restraint was fraying. Judging by the way she tugged at my shirt, so was hers. After a moment she pulled it up and over my head without ceremony, breaking our kiss just long enough for the fabric to pass between us. Her hands traced along my pecs after she threw the shirt somewhere.

I kissed her again - harder this time - and she responded like she'd been waiting for me to take over. Her sweater rode up as I moved my hands to the bare skin above the waistband of her skirt. I didn't stop there long, touching more of her. The soft yet firm stomach. The curve of her side. The edge of her bra. The sharp intake of her breath when I kissed just below her ear, my hands as far as they could reasonably go with her shirt on.

"God," she whispered. "This feels..... Insane."

"It does," I said, my lips brushing her jaw. "We can stop whenever it gets too much."

Jules looked at me, her pupils blown wide, her expression somewhere between disbelief and want. "I want to keep going," she said. "I just don't want to feel rushed."

"You won't," I told her. "We move at your pace. No one else's."

Her lips curled into a genuine smile and her cheeks flushed a shade darker. "Good, because I want to enjoy this."

She slid backwards off my lap, sanding before me. Reaching out she took my hand and started leading me towards the bedroom. "Come with me," she said walking backward, her fingers still wrapped in mine. I followed without hesitation, the only sound the quiet steps of her sneakers against the hardwood.

We crossed the threshold to the room I shared with Eva and the tension shifted between us. Still electric, but deeper, more about everything we were both afraid to say out loud. We kept our eyes locked on each other as she backed towards the bed.

This was really happening.

Jules came to a stop as her legs ran into the bed. I advanced, closing the distance between us until she reached up and put her arms around my neck. I watched her face, reading every flicker in her expression -- desire, nerves, trust. She was quiet now, not hesitant, just focused. She was always deliberate in anything she did, now it felt like she was choosing every breath.

My hands settled again on her hips. Silently, she nodded at me while biting her lip in anticipation. I slid my hands back under her sweater with purpose this time, gathering the fabric as I lifted it slowly over her head. She raised her arms to take it from me and tossed it aside while I took in the red silk and lace bustier she had been hiding. It was doing an excellent job of pushing her already wonderful breasts up and together, the red contrasting nicely against her tanned skin.

"So Eva was right then?" She asked me coyly. "She said you would appreciate the effort."

I picked my jaw up off the ground and nodded, "yeah, she was right. You would be gorgeous in a nun's habit, but this..... wow."

Jules subtly released a catch on her skirt allowing it to fall and pool at her feet. "You know what they say when a girl has matching lingerie on," she said, turning slowly to reveal the matching red thong.

When she faced me again I dipped my head to kiss her again, my hands now feeling the warmth of her skin through the silk and lace. I felt her tremble slightly as I found the zip at her back, the rasp of it separating the sides echoing through the room. When it reached the bottom the garment fell away like a leaf from a tree.

She stood before me now, topless, her eyes searching mine. My eyes followed my hands as they glided back to her front and then up her sides. She wasn't letting me see her, she was showing me. Trusting me. Offering herself.

Jules gasped quietly when my hands came to rest over her chest, her nipples burning points in my palms as my hands reflexively squeezed her breasts. I tore my eyes from her chest to check in with her. The emerald flash of heat in her eyes was all I needed to see.

"They are very sensitive. I love it when Sam....." she paused, catching herself. "When they are played with, and pinched, and bitten, just so you know."

I rolled the tight brown nub between my fingers, bringing forth a warm purr from her. "Jules, it's ok to bring them up... they want this as much as we do."

She nodded, squeezing my hand against her breast harder. "I didn't want to freak you out by bringing up your sister. But she's what I'm used to doing, and you two are so alike in some ways..... Sorry?"

"Don't be, just do what Eva told me - be in the moment."

She took that pause to reach for the snap on my jeans. "You are overdressed," she said as she started to lower my pants. I whipped off my shirt leaving us both with just one more piece of clothing preventing us from being naked together.

"Same time?" She asked with a smile that showed her anxiousness couched in arousal.

"Sure," I said, hooking my thumbs into either side of my rapidly tightening boxer briefs. A condition that was exacerbated as she began to shimmy side to side lowering her thong. Her arousal was evident as the gusset stuck to her lips briefly before releasing. As the tiny wisp of lace hit the floor I admired the fact that Jules had either waxed or shaved completely bare.

We stood there gloriously nude before each other for a long moment, silent but for our heartbeats. Jules reached for my hand, pulling us together, skin to skin as we kissed with more heat than I think either is us expected.

Our bodies collided together like magnets, our hands everywhere, fleeting touches of otherwise forbidden territory, small moans any time our lips separated to breathe. I am not sure how we ended up on the bed, our legs tangled as we lay on our sides exploring each other for the first time. It wasn't rushed, but it burned, steadily pushing us together.

The only thing that gave me a few seconds of pause was a tug of guilt at the back of my mind. I couldn't stop myself from comparing her to Eva - who had displayed herself on this same bed for me - even though I knew it was unfair. It wasn't a competition between the two. I wasn't making a choice of one over the other. And yet I subconsciously flinched at the realization that I noticed.

I noticed the way that Jules' breasts filled my hands in ways that Eva's never would. The two full cup sizes of difference between them was unavoidable. The long lean body of Eva would be towering over Jules right now, putting those smaller perky tits at about mouth height for my sister-in-law. As different as they were up top, they were co-gold medalists for "Best Ass" in my book - both round, full, heart shaped testaments to the best of womanly evolution. Jules' ended in her taught full thighs, strong from years of cheer and dance in her youth. Eva's legs extended miles longer than Jules', the taut powerful muscles able to wrap around me and hold us together. No sighted person would call either of them anything but gorgeous, and I was hesitating at the realization that I had a Lamborghini in front of me instead of my usual Ferrari.

She must have seen something in my face, because Jules pulled me down for another steamy kiss, our naked chests compressing together. Her eyes searched mine - not for permission, but for presence.

"Overthinking?" she asked gently, lips tilting in a disarming smile.

"Always," I admitted, a sharp bark of a laugh.

Her fingers slid up my ribs, her voice just a whisper above the background noise. "Then let me help with that."

There was a moment right then - just in that heartbeat of a window - where I could have stopped everything. Pulled away. Made some half-joke and killed the mood.

But I didn't.

Because as the static in my head cleared, I realized I wanted this,. I wanted her. Not instead of Eva. Not as a fantasy from those nights in college.

But as Jules.

I rolled us over until I was above her, my legs outside hers, our bodies rubbing together as we kissed and caressed anywhere we could reach. My sister-in-law shuddered as I kissed up her neck from her collarbone to her jaw. A moan poured from her sexy lips before she pushed on my shoulders, disconnecting our bodies.