Yes

“Whatever. Fine, I can sleep on the couch tonight.” He finishes tucking Stevy in while Jennifer starts changing into her freshman high school cheerleading uniform. She didn’t grow her womanly features until her sophomore summer (meaning she was still flat-chested as a freshman), so needless to say, the uniform was not going to fit her fully mature womanly curves.

It actually ended up looking quite good, with her breasts straining the fabric, with her bigger and more muscular ass sticking out of the bottom of the skirt.

After finishing, John grabbed a spare sheet and headed out to the living room couch. Just a minute or so after John laid down, Jennifer’s dad walked out of the master bedroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist and heads straight into Jennifer’s room. Within ten minutes of her father entering her room, the sounds of flesh slapping together, and her moans begin filling the thin-walled house.

Around 11, about an hour after the sound started, John found himself still unable to sleep. The sound of his wife frantically fucking her father had only grown.

Soon the door to Amanda’s room opened. She walked out and sits next to him. “Can’t sleep either?” She was dressed modestly, but was undeniably beautiful.

John just snaps, “I thought you already left.” He felt bad as soon as he said it, she didn’t deserve his anger, nor his conflicted emotional state.

Amanda ignored his rude tone, remaining sweet, “I was planning on leaving tomorrow morning, but those plans might change. You know, I am like you, I love my family, but I don’t agree with their lifestyle.”

John looks at her, “so why do you stay?”

Amanda “Why do you? Why did you bring your wife here?”

John “Because I love her more than I hate this.”

Amanda “ah… Well, I stay to clean up their messes.” she places her hand on his gently.

John notices her hand gently, clinching his “Am I one of those messes.”

Amanda “Maybe… but why don’t we find that out elsewhere? I am sure you don’t want to sit here and listen to your wife fuck our dad all weekend.”

John replied, “No, Jennifer wants me here.” It was odd to hear Amanda curse, she didn’t seem the type.

Amanda quickly stood up, walked over and opened Jennifer’s bedroom door. “Hay Jenn, do you mind if John spends the weekend with me, at my place?”

John heard the headboard slamming the wall more clearly, heard the little sounds his wife made during sex, the sounds he used to cause when he fucked her.

Jennifer “Oh … oh … AHH. OF COURSE NOT!”

Amanda closed the door and grabbed John, gathering a few things before pulling him out the door.

Within thirty minutes, John found himself just off the road on a ridge sitting on the hood of his car with Amanda, staring a beautiful night sky.

Amanda spoke up, “Jennifer and I used to come up here all the time, growing up. But All that changed after she picked up my parents’ lifestyle.”

“Before she started fucking dad, and sometimes even mom,” Amanda continued, absentmindedly.

John almost fell off the car, what the fuck?

Amanda: “We talked about all our dreams up here. You know before Dad took her, she actually planned on losing her virginity to her husband on her wedding night.”

John isn’t looking at her as her answers, “Really… Wow, how much things changes”

“Yeah,” Amanda said, her melodic happy tone replaced by a more somber tone. “It happened fast John, you probably don’t know about much of what happened.”

John looked at the beautiful young woman beside him on the hood, “I suppose not.”

“John, it was a lot of people, a lot of men eventually,” Amanda replied. “Jennifer sucked so many dicks, all the men who came to the orgies here eventually. You have no idea how much cum has gone into her mouth in that house. How many men fucked her, it was crazy to witness.”

“Then dad bought her the new tits, wanting to titty fuck her, and letting the plastic surgeon fuck Jennifer and mom together to get a discount on the price,” Amanda continued. This was like a bad dream for John, “and the strip club? That man Steve.”

“What about Steve?” John asked.

“Steve is a bad man, when I slept over at Jenn’s apartment before you met, I woke up to him sneaking into my bedroom when I was fifteen John,” Amanda said. “Thankfully nothing happened, but I think he meant to do something.”

“And she is a whore for him, an actual paid whore. She has done so much for him.”

“How do you know all of this Amanda?” John asked.

“Sisters talk, she has never been ashamed, and never been shy to tell me about it. I think she wanted to bring me into that world with her, she told me everything.”

“Everything?” John asked, but horny and excited to hear it, and dreading the truth.

“You have no idea John.” Amanda answered, “None at all. She started fucking Steve and the staff on her first night, on her eighteenth birthday. That night she went to Steve’s house to keep fucking him, after that she started taking customers after work. Sometimes at her apartment, sometimes at a hotel, sometimes just sucking a few cocks in her car before she drove home.”

“And then she met you, and she decided to hide it until you were ready to be brought into the life with her,” Amanda continued. “But she never stopped fucking Steve, or her customers. She told me she fucked Steve on the morning of your wedding, in her dress. She said he came on her face, and that there are cum stains from Steve on the front of her wedding dress to this day.”

A silent moment carried on after that statement, “Marriage, fuck marriage.” Amanda continued in a hushed tone of voice.

Amanda, “I had that dream once, but I no longer have any intention of getting married. Not if what mom and dad represent, or you and my sister, not if that is marriage.”

By now, John is really confused, but he is too lost in the stars to look at her “I am sorry to hear that. Marriage can be a good thing.”

Amanda replied, “John I am still a virgin”

John was startled, that was out of place in this discussion. “Amanda why are you telling them this.” She rolls on top of him, blocking his view of the stars.

Amanda “Because I am hope not to be by morning.” For the first time in a while when with a woman, John's cock got rock hard as it poked through Johns pants and up Amanda's skirt.

“Jennifer didn’t tell me how big your cock was, or how good your cum tasted John,” Amanda whispered into his ear. “She told me you were a good man, the best she had ever met. That you were smart, funny, kind, everything a woman wants. And I want that kind of man to be my first time.”