1. Sisters


    Date: 9/25/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: Rheged6, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

    get to your house Malcolm we are going to leave my car just round the corner. We will enter the house very quietly. If they are up in your bedroom we will simply sit in your lounge and wait for them to come downstairs. Then my dear, – you may leave the talking to me. Is that clear?” “Yes,” squeaked a now terrified Malcolm. They arrived and entered as planned. The noises coming from upstairs made two things very clear. The first that some very lively sex was, indeed, taking place. The second was that their walking on tip toe was not necessary. It was also clear that proceedings were nearing their climax. “Yes, he’s shot his load,” whispered Jane, “I know those noises all too well – my stupid little sister now has her pussy full of his spunk.” This was almost too much for Malcolm who moaned. Jane immediately realised that her commentary was causing the poor man to suffer even more - it was after all his wife whose pussy was being filled, and she held him close to her. “I’m sorry Malc, that was stupid of me. Look, don’t worry OK? I will sort it.” She pulled him in close and Malcolm found he enjoyed being comforted – he certainly enjoyed the brief soft kiss she bestowed on his surprised mouth. The noises from upstairs were now those of a couple disengaging and getting dressed. When the bedroom door opened Jane stepped slightly in front of Malcolm as the erring couple descended the open plan stairs. Jane filled her lungs. “Robert Bradley and Susan Potter – adulterers and ...
    fornicators,” cried Jane in a voice that declared dire doom to be upon them all. “Do not even think to deny what you have been doing upstairs. I know the sounds you make Robert Bradley when you shoot your load. Today you appear to have been firing at the wrong target. I will deal with you at home – my car is round the corner – move!” At the first sound of the horn of judgment Robert cried several expletives. Susan shrieked and screamed before shrinking into a foetal position. Malcolm screamed as well but managed to stop himself from running to hide behind the settee; such was the avenging fury being vented by his sister-in-law. “Susan Potter,” she went on quietly, “you and I will have words. I will be back here at 3.00pm precisely tomorrow. You seem to have difficulty remembering that we are no longer children and that we no longer share absolutely everything. Now! You have a poor beautiful husband here who has been wrecked. If you do indeed love him, get on and make him believe it.” With that Jane marched out of the door in pursuit of the hapless Robert. The following day, at precisely 3.00pm, Jane Bradley marched in to Susan and Malcolm’s house once more. She did not ring or knock – she simply made her entrance and walked into the kitchen to confront her sister. “Well?” she asked. “Well?” responded Susan, with a gentle smirk on her face. Jane’s face cracked into a beaming grin. “That will teach him to say ‘no’ when I need a new car. It worked beautifully. We went to Hobson’s this ...