Anything - For My Sister - chapter 2 / 3 - Sex Stories

Anything - For My Sister - chapter 2 / 3

... total loss after the crash, she probably would have stolen back the rusty heap of a car Karen had stolen from her three years before. Mom could barely drive a stick but had still stolen my pickup truck. I planned to replace it soon anyway. Knowing Mom as well as I did, I left the key on the dash for her, so she wouldn’t ransack the house searching for it.

The twins had a little difficulty adjusting to their lives as my new kids. They weren’t used to having three regular meals a day and were often in the middle of making something when Karen or I went to the kitchen to start dinner.

They thought it was odd that a brother and sister would share a bedroom when there were more available, but let the strangeness of it go, since they were so happy.

One morning Kimmy confused me by asking what they should tell their friends about our family. After thinking a moment, I said they should tell people I was their big brother, who adopted them, and Karen was my wife. They shouldn’t say anything about them being related to Karen, or her and I being brother and sister. The now eleven-year-old ‘twins’ thought it was very weird Karen and I got married, but knew it was important that they keep our secret. They were mainly happy to have two parents who loved them and provided for them well.

Since we had plenty of money, Karen and I both decided to be stay-at-home parents. Instead of jobs or hobbies, we spent our time loving each other as much as possible, whenever Kim and Kelly ...

... were asleep or in school.

Karen was a great partner. Even when she was on her period or sick, she would help me take care of my sexual needs. If she wasn’t in the mood to fuck, usually she would give me a blowjob. The few times when she was feeling really bad, she would at least watch me jerk off and ‘play catch’ with her mouth when I came.

I thought I was the happiest man alive, and nothing could be better. At Halloween, Karen proved me wrong.

She convinced me to get a costume with her and go to the annual Willowbrook Halloween party. I dressed as a pirate, and Karen went as a buxom pirate wench.

The Willowbrook party was famous, and infamous. A billionaire couple, the Willowbrooks, had over two hundred guests at their mansion. The couple stood at the top of the grand staircase. Thirty-year-old Mrs. Willowbrook, dressed as a panty-free nun in a black mini-skirt, tapped a glass with a spoon to get everyone's attention. I was shocked. I'd never seen a sexy nun before. I didn’t think it was even possible.

Fifty-year-old Mr. Willowbrook, dressed as a Roman Emperor in a toga, gave a short speech. "Friends, Romans, Countrymen! Every Halloween we have a costume party. It's important to make sure everybody knows the rules. Privacy and confidentiality are paramount. Nobody says anything about what they do or see here tonight. Condoms are also important. There are plenty all over the house, use them. Fun is most important of all. Do anything you want, with anybody who's ...