When My Wife Fucked My Sister [FF]

I don’t know how my older sister, Michelle, discovered church but I remember when. She was in her late teens when she started coming home and talking about rules in the Bible. It was strange, our family had always been extremely liberal. We tried to be tolerant at first.

Time went by and she went further and further into the church. She never became hateful, but the church she went to was one of the fire and brimstone places that had very strong words about same sex relationships. That was especially hard on Anne, my wife, who was openly bisexual. But still, out of all the family it was Anne that tried to keep the lines of communication open.

Michelle got engaged to a man from the church, a youth pastor, and invited Anne to the Bachelorette party. It wasn’t going to be a wild night of debauchery. It was going to be a retreat at some church camp in the woods. Anne reluctantly agreed to go. It was everything she expected, an old and slightly run down church with a little residence behind it, in the forest, near the base of the mountains.

The first item on the agenda was a long ridgetop hike. The women set out in the morning and hiked through an extremely hot day. Walking themselves to exhaustion.

When they returned Anne discovered the only good part of the retreat. The hot tub and the sauna. Most of the women skipped it, went to the showers and went for some free time before dinner.

Michelle and Anne were joined by a couple of women in the hot tub and then they retired to the luxurious sauna. Anne wasn’t especially shocked that everyone kept their swimsuits on for the sauna. She thought about stripping down for the shock value, but gave up on the idea. They stayed in for fifteen minutes. Then quickly immersed themselves in a cold pool.

Only Anne and Michelle went back into the sauna after that. Anne lay on a towel, closed her eyes and tried to relax. She heard rustling and looked up. Michelle was stripping off her wet swimsuit. She lay back on her own towel. Anne was surprised. She’d never seen my sister naked before and she couldn’t help but look.

Michelle was very slim. She’d always been athletic and was well built. Despite her small frame she had large breasts with large nipples. A small golden cross lay nestled in her cleavage. A thin sheen of sweat made her tanned skin glisten.

Anne was most fascinated by Michelle’s thick thatch of dark pubic hair. Anne always kept herself neatly trimmed into a thin little landing strip. Michelle was the polar opposite. She had wild hair springing out in every direction.

Michelle glanced over and Anne blushed, knowing that she was staring. She turned her head away and closed her eyes, pretending to bend focused on the heat of the sauna. She heard rustling in Michelle’s direction and tried to ignore it.

The noises continued. Got closer. Anne tried to ignore it. Silence fell over the sauna, broken only by the faint sounds of hissing water.

The silence was too much. Curiosity got the better of her. She opened her eyes. Looked over at Michelle. Michelle wasn’t at the bench opposite. Instead she stood right next to Anne. Looming over her. Uncomfortably close, a stern look on her face. Anne jumped.

“You’re bisexual, aren’t you?” Michelle asked. Anne sighed. She’d been expecting something like this. To be castigated and converted. She just hadn’t expected it to be here, in the sauna. Michelle’s gold cross hung between her breasts, gently swaying, hypnotic. Anne couldn’t take her eyes away.

“Yes. I am.” Anne had never tried to hide who she was.

“Can I kiss you?” Whatever Anne had expected, this wasn’t it.

“Of course.” Anne wasn’t really thinking about her answer. She wasn’t thinking at all. Michelle leaned over. Slowly. She was hesitant. Her cross grazed across Anne’s nipple as she bent towards Anne’s lips.

When she finally kissed my wife her lips where trembling. She was very soft, very tentative. Her lips parted slightly and her tongue licked at Anne’s lips. Anne’s hesitation fled and she wanted nothing more than to devour my sister. Desire crashed on her like a tidal wave.

Still, she held back. She didn’t want to scare Michelle away from this nervous exploration. Michelle grew stronger, more confident. Her tongue pushed against Anne’s lips, parting them, then plunging forward into my wife’s mouth. They started to kiss passionately. They paused only to gasp for breath in the hot room.

Michelle shift her weight a little, lifted her hand to grope at my wife’s breast. Anne moaned softly, encouraging my sister. Michelle played softly with my wife’s breast as they kissed, gently stroking her nipple. Anne moaned again. Suddenly Michelle pinched Anne’s nipple, hard. Too hard.

Anne gasped and sat up abruptly. She almost smashed into Michelle she rose so quickly. The other woman barely backed away in time.

Both women sat on the edge of the wooden bench. Panting in the heat of the sauna, sitting close enough to each other to breathe in each other’s breath, staring into each other’s eyes.

Michelle moved so that her back was against the hot wooden wall, her legs dangling off the end of the bench. She grabbed Anne by the back of the head and pulled her in close, kissing her deeply.

Michelle sucked on Anne’s lips and on her tongue. Then, without much subtlety, she pressed down on Anne’s shoulders. Soft at first, then with more pressure when Anne didn’t move. Anne took the hint. She kissed my sister hard, then started toward her way down Michelle’s neck, kissing a trail down to her collarbone. She paused, then went to Michelle’s breast, sucking at her nipple, feeling it get hard in her mouth. Michelle sighed and her hips started to roll. Anne moved between Michelle’s breasts and sucked at the little golden cross.

Michelle moved her hips so that she was hanging off the bench, just a little, and spread her legs wide. Anne knew what she wanted. She kissed her way down Michelle’s belly until her mouth reached that luxurious thatch of hair.

She looked up. Michelle’s chest was heaving, dripping with sweat.

“Do you want me to…?” Anne tried to ask.

Michelle interrupted.

“Just eat me.” Michelle was staring intently at the far wall. Almost like if she didn’t look down she didn’t have to acknowledge what she was doing.

Anne pushed her back a little and spread her knees far apart. Michelle was almost dripping she was so wet. Anne slid a finger in, deep, easily. Michelle grunted and her hips bucked. Anne bent forward and breathed in Michelle’s scent.

Michelle ground down on my wife’s finger and grasped my wife’s head, pulling her urgently towards her pussy. Anne plunged in, licking hard at Michelle. Michelle grunted again, deep in her chest, like she was holding back.

Anne tried to lick softly, to build up, but Michelle was having none of it. She pushed against Anne’s hand and pulled her head in tight. In the heat of the sauna it became hard to breathe. Michelle ground against my wife’s face, holding her head tighter and tighter against her pussy. Anne pushed her tongue out as far as it would go and let Michelle set her own pace. She slid another finger into Michelle’s open pussy, then a third.

Michelle started to rhythmically thrust against Anne, grunting with each push. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. Each grunt seemed to get deeper and more primal. With a low growl that seemed to shake her entire body she pulled Anne’s face deep into her pussy. Her legs spasmed and closed around Anne’s head, trapping her. Her body tensed and with a bone crushing shudder my sister came against my wife’s mouth.

Michelle held Anne there for a minute, breathing heavily. With a soft sigh she spread her legs and released my wife. She gently whispered.

“Anne.”

Then she stood and walked about of the sauna, leaving my wife a little confused, with a dripping wet face.

They never talked about it. Not at the Bachelorette or after.

But Anne was invited into the bridal party.

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