Your ex girlfriend

It takes a few moments for the revelation to really sink in. Your ex, Shannon? Shannon was fine in the sack and everything but not exactly adventurous.

Carrie just smiles at you, waiting for it all to make sense.

“You’re saying... how do you know this?” You feel as if you need to start from scratch.

“I was there. I just told you.” Carrie says playfully.

“But how do you know the details? How do you know what she whispered and stuff?” It’s a good question. You don’t even realize how good a question it is until you hear yourself saying it.

Carrie shrugs it off “oh we fucked a few times after that and she told me the details.”

Wait...

“You fucked Shannon?” You can’t help but picture the visual of Carrie and Shannon, naked, pale, tangled up in a sixty-nine. Your ex girlfriend and your new girlfriend. It’s the sort of thing one fantasizes about but never really happens. Not the sort of thing one is made aware of being real... like really real.

And for some reason you kinda feel upset that you weren’t invited. It just seems like, even though at the time you were between girlfriends, you should have been... well, between girlfriends.

Carrie adds details “I don’t know if she was a freak when you were with her, but she’s obsessed with it now.”

Your cock throbs with the thought... of exactly what, you’re not even sure, of everything. “Obsessed with what exactly?”

“****. Fuckin family. That’s what we’re talking about, right?” Carrie gives you a nudge.

That’s true, you suppose, and this whole thing came up because you made a wholly inappropriate request involving your own sister. But still... the twisted things that you think about and the twisted things that are actually done have always been miles apart. Until now.

“So I’m just saying...” Carrie is blunt and casual about all things sexual, even the most forbidden taboos. “If we want to wet your sister’s appetite... not to mention other parts of hers, we should call in the expert.”

Your mind wanders in a dozen different directions. But it lands on the knowledge that you’ve spent Thanksgiving at Shannon’s house before, with her parents and her brothers and their girlfriends and..

“I can see you’re freaking out a little. So I’ll just answer the question you have. It’s ‘yes.’”

The statement hangs in the air and you don’t know what to make of it and you’re not sure she really know what you’re thinking...

“Yes. She has fucked her brothers, and their girlfriends, and their brothers and I think there’s a sister in there.”

Okay, maybe she does know what you’re thinking. You can barely squeeze out the words “how do you know this?”

Carrie laughs. “I’ve seen the pictures.”

Jesus, you feel woozy. You can’t fathom this. Not just how Shannon turned into such a taboo freak but how she was able to convince everyone she knew.

Then again, as you have to keep reminding yourself, treading into taboo territory was your idea to begin with. Maybe the desire isn’t as unusual as you think.

Still, you want more “tell me.” You say.

“Tell you what?” Carrie teases.

“About the picture.” You’re in no mood to be teased. You’re in the mood to be teased.

Carrie giggles. She’s not usually a giggles. “I can’t really remember 50 or more pictures.”

“Give me the highlights” you insist your cock starting to stiffen again.

Carrie smiles at it. “Let’s see, there was the picture of Shannon getting it in both holes. You could see her face but not the guys. But they were definitely her brothers. Well, cause there was the picture of the three of them naked, Shannon in the middle, her hands around their stiff big cocks.

“Then the same pose with a pretty black girl and two black guys.”

You remember Lana, Shannon’s older brother’s girlfriend.

“There was a great picture of that girl with a cock so deep in her throat you could see the shape of it in her neck.

“Oh, a picture of Shannon’s tongue in a boy’s asshole. A white boy so, probably her brother.

“Then there were the blondes. Two pretty blondes who looked alike. A picture of them kissing, cum in their mouths.”

And you remember Mandy, the girlfriend of Shannon’s younger brother. Though you never met her sister.

Carrie goes on “A picture of one of the blondes licking cum out of a pussy, a white one, so either Shannon or...

“Let’s see, a picture of Shannon licking cum off a black nipple. There seemed to be a lot of cum. I don’t know, they must have been going for a while.

“Oh and I almost forgot my favorite. Shannon, back arched, eyes rolled back in her head, one of the black guys gripping her throat, one of her brothers deep in her ass, and five hands coming from out of frame, trying to get a few fingers each inside he snatch.”

Damn. You’re ready to go again. Carrie can tell. Smiling, she grabs hold of your member. “So... do we give her a call?”