The Second Place Sister: Ch. 3 - Sex Stories

The Second Place Sister: Ch. 3

*Sharing with Melanie* Melanie returned from the gym sweating, sore, but happy. The workout had burned off some of the sexual energy she'd left the house with, but while driving home she had begun to wonder if anything had happened while she was out. Stephanie would have, likely, taken advantage of this photo shoot to mercilessly tease her father. And she had purposely left him in a highly aroused state, just to encourage him to maybe feel out his daughter's intentions toward him. By the time she pulled into the driveway, her panties were soaked with a combination of sweat and her horny juices. She came through the front door, tossing her gym bag in the entryway. It could be dealt with later. She took her small sack of groceries into the kitchen, and was surprised to see Tori and Stephanie already there. Tori looked a little more lively, probably driven from her room by pure hunger. She'd hardly eaten anything the last few days. The two girls were in the midst of putting together some kind of pasta dish, the amazing smell wafting out of the kitchen. She recognized Italian spices in the air, and the smell of fresh baked bread. A steaming pot of sauce simmered on the stove. Mike was there, too, setting places on the table. The three children stopped what they were doing as she entered, all smiles, and yelled, “Welcome home, mom!” “Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise. My three beautiful children, all getting along, and cooking a family meal? I'm inclined to ask what you did ...

... wrong, and how much it's going to cost us to fix,” she jabbed. Stephanie laughed, “Oh, mom. Nothing's wrong! Everything is great! We just want you to know how much we appreciate everything you guys do, and how much we love our family! See, even Tori pulled her hands away from her pussy long enough to help!” “Stephie! Shut up!” Tori cried, blushing a deep red. Mike laughed quietly, his cock aching in his pants at the sight of his hot sisters and his equally sexy mother. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her body shone with sweat. There were splotches of it on her sports bra, and her tight little workout shorts. He imagined, for a moment, that the stains weren't sweat, but rather blobs of hot cum that some gym stud had sprayed her with after she sucked him off in the shower room. Maybe he'd let loose a hose of semen on her pretty face, and she'd eagerly lapped it up and asked for more. His dick was throbbing as he hid it behind the tabletop. “Where's your father?” Melanie asked. “Back in his office,” Stephanie replied, “touching up my fantastic new modeling photos!” “Modeling photos?” Tori questioned. “Your sister is going to apply to do swimwear modeling over the summer. Your dad helped her take some pictures this afternoon to make a portfolio.” “Is that what the fucking racket was out there?” Tori said. “If you want to, you can go tell dad that dinner's about done,” Stephanie said to her mother, ignoring Tori's comment. Melanie nodded, set her grocery bag on the table, ...