Quarantined with Kell, Part III - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part III

... trimmed red pubic hair when she walked. Nothing underneath, as I had directed.

I, too, wore nothing underneath, and I didn’t even make an effort to try to hide how beautiful and desirable she looked.

A single tear traced down her cheek as she walked towards me and did a pirouette, smiling.

“I bought it just for you,” she said.

“I love it,” I whispered back as she leaned in for a kiss. “And I love you.”

We kissed. She hugged me and pressed herself close. The feel of her body under the satin dress was sleek and sensual. She slid a hand down my chest, to the front of my khakis, running her fingers along my cock through the fabric.

“You sure you don’t want me to take care of that before we eat?” she asked. “I know there’s plenty more where that came from.”

“Nope. Baby Bridge is going to have to watch while paint every inch of your body with my seed.”

“Promises, promises,” she said.

She took a selfie of the two of us and sent it to Bridget, making sure one of her tits was sticking out and my erection was obvious. Bridget shot back a photo of herself in just a handbra.

Kell and I sat down to eat. We talked about growing up, about our relationships with my mom, about our relationship with each other. The fish came out perfect and we had a delightful candle light dinner over glasses of wine.

When we were done, I started to clean up.

“That can wait,” Kell said. “I think we’ve teased poor Bridget long enough.”

With Kell’s stage direction, I set ...

... up a webcam in the bedroom pointing at the bed. I hooked up a video cable and twiddled the settings so the picture of Bridget would go through the bedroom TV, while the picture we were transmitting would appear on the smaller laptop screen – so we could see what she saw. Kell and I sat on the edge of the bed. I videoed Bridget and a moment later she came to life on the big screen.

I caught my breath.

My baby sister was sitting on her bed. You couldn’t fairly call Bridge fat, but she wasn’t svelt. She had a big bust and solid hips, but a narrow enough waist to really pull it off. She wore a black corset, lace panties, garters and fishnet stockings. She wore no bra and her breasts hung over the top of the corset. She had done up her hair and put on makeup.

Kell squealed. My jaw dropped.

“Oh my god,” she cried. “You really outdid yourself. You look gorgeous.”

Bridget smiled.

“Hey there, big big brother,” she said, holding her hands out in front of her like she was holding an immense cock that had suddenly sprouted between her legs.

“Hey there, big little sister,” I replied, juggling an invisible pair of large breasts in front of my chest.

“You like?” she asked me, running her hands across her breasts and down the corset.

I smiled into the camera.

“Bridge, you look like a goddess,” I said.

Kell stood up and spun around, showing off her dress for the camera.

“I bought this for our first dinner when Jacob moved here,” she said. “I’ve been waiting ...