Water Is Thicker Than Blood...

I thought about it for a moment and rolled over on top of Jennifer to kiss her back before responding. “No comment… But, James already knew I had a huge crush on you. He asked you out on a date first though.”

Jennifer finishes my short story, “And so he knew you would jump at the chance to ask me out if you knew we just split up. However, now you are my best friend and I plan on keeping you. Though as much as that makes you much more adorable to me.“ Jennifer kisses me from her position of submission below me with me between her gorgeous lithe legs. “You had better tell me who.”

I groan because Jennifer is plenty worth breaking this one tiny dude best friend forever rule: Never rat on your bro, especially to his girlfriend. The addendum was added after puberty. Technically I doubt James still considered me a friend, or Jennifer his girlfriend for that matter. Still, dude rules lasted forever even if you were mad at the other… well, they are supposed to.

“Your sister.”

“MY WHAT?” It is a good thing we are alone in her parent’s house at the moment, I think as Jennifer screams.

“Well, I fucked her too and she said…” I suddenly thought better of revealing this little secret, because maybe she wouldn’t be happy to hear it. This is when I begin to learn that Jennifer has been instructed in Tai Chi from a very early age. Her legs slide up and around my waist, and she begins to squeeze her thighs together. I knew her cunt had an amazing grip but now I found out how she started working on that muscle group.

“Owwie! I give! Let me speak!” I suspect that it takes a considerable amount of pressure to inflict the amount of pain I suddenly am feeling. Maybe I am masochistic but I am beginning to like her showing her displeasure out on me, maybe that is because the pleasure I am gifted from her sharing her body is mind-blowing.

“Then speak.” Jennifer waits impatiently while phantom pain still echoes in my abdomen.

“She said she wanted to experience us before you got to me.” I wince as I prepare to be hit, though no strike comes. Instead, she kisses me savagely with her tongue down my throat. A few breathless moments and she is whispering and nibbling on my ear “That is good, keep being forthright and honest and I will be happy. You want to keep me happy, yes?”

“I hope you had your fill of her because that little harlot is going to get hers. She’s been reading my diary and she’s ENGAGED!” Jennifer goes red with rage. “When I get my hands on her.” It sounds corny but in the heat of the moment, it gets the point across.

I push Jennifer’s blouse and bra up as I begin tenderly kissing her breasts. Even her breast flesh is flush with anger but I can tell I am having an impact as her body gets turned on and her nipples get hard. I bite them playfully.

“John!!! You think you are going to get some after just telling me you fucked my sister with my ex-boyfriend?” Jennifer playfully asks incredulously. I say playfully because her hands are pressing my head into her bosom now, which is the opposite sign of ****.

I begin unbuttoning her tight fit denim jeans and slowly weaving my hands under her Victoria Secret panties. As my kisses travel down Jennifer’s belly I get to her navel and start sucking on it. I delightfully discover this is another erogenous zone of hers. “Expect?... I expect nothing… but I do hope that you reward me for eating you out and being honest.”

“Honest while under duress,” Jennifer adds with barely any hint of sarcasm. She is totally disregarding that I have my hands in her panties and am peeling her jeans down her svelte womanly hips.