The Second Place Sister - Sex Stories

The Second Place Sister

... use some time. If you're okay with it, of course. You do own my cunt, after all,” Stephanie grinned, “Could be hot,” They fell quiet, and neither said a word the rest of the way home. The house was silent as they got inside, their parents already in bed apparently. Tori went into her room and was asleep before her head hit the pillow. Stephanie put her hand on the handle to her room, but stopped. The sound of repeated moaning from her parents' room drew her to their door. She could hear them groaning softly, making love. The sound was soft, loving, and in sharp contrast to the filthy display she'd been involved in for the last few hours. The conversation with her mother came back to her weary brain. If she opened that door, it would mean accepting everything in the agreement. Was she ready for that? Could she do it? She thought of the train of cocks she'd sucked tonight, the two men who had fucked her after the gangbang. She could see now, that while she was in love with John, she was certainly open to the idea of being fucked by other men. She enjoyed it even. She could never ask her father not to fuck another woman, just as his wife wouldn't ask him. He'd always have to share her, and she him. She could do that. If it meant he would be happy, and that they would be happy together, she could do it. She shucked off her clothes in the hallway, turned the handle on her parents' door, and slipped inside.