Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

“Who wants to go in the water?” Tim asks, turning towards the waves as he stands up. Paul’s hands guiltily pull away from his sister’s ass cheeks as he considers the idea of using the waves to hide his erection.

“I’ll go with you,” Paul answers much to Sharon’s dismay. Wiping his lotion-covered hands on his swimsuit, he joins his brother-in-law and they race towards the water.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

“Not me, I’m sunbathing,” Sharon says, smiling to hide her disappointment about her massage being interrupted. Paul’s hands felt so good and she could tell by the way he was touching her that he… that he… what? Wanted to fuck her again? Is that what she really wants, to commit incest again? Does she even know what she wants? Closing her eyes, she conjures up mental images of her brother lying back naked while she shows him what she’s learned to do with her mouth.

Paul and Rick plunge into the surf side-by-side, each with his own motivation. Paul dips under the waves to hide the bulge his sister created in the front of his swimsuit and hoping the cool water will help it subside. Tim wipes his fingers under his nose, breathing in Rhonda’s erotic aroma before plunging both hands into the water and rubbing them together to clean off the pussy juice.

The two men spend the rest of the morning frolicking in the waves, body surfing and wrestling like teenagers. After lunch, with their wives settled in with beach reads under a big shady umbrella, they rent boogie boards and continue riding the waves most of the afternoon. Rhonda and Sharon sit in their beach chairs, reading, chatting and cheering on their husbands, while men of all ages try not to gawk at the sexy women in their pale yellow bikinis.

After showers and a light dinner the two couples finish a bottle of wine while playing scrabble on the terrace. Rhonda smiles at Tim as she runs her bare foot up his calf, reassuring him that even though they haven’t had a chance to be alone, she appreciated the orgasm on the beach and understands what he’s trying to do for her.

The night is nearly an exact repeat of the night before but this time as soon as the lovemaking sounds begin from the adjacent room, Paul rolls his wife onto her back and mounts her with an urgency she’s never seen from him. Still aroused from his morning encounter with his sister’s bare ass cheeks, he drives his cock deep into his wife’s willing pussy. With his eyes closed and the sounds of his sister’s moans penetrating the thin walls, Paul fucks Rhonda with a vigor that shows promising signs of leaving her well satisfied.

Rhonda has no illusions about what’s driving her husband’s passionate behavior. Her brain quickly makes the connection between Paul’s earlier erection while touching his sister and his reaction to the lustful sounds from the next room. Although mildly disturbed by the incestuous inferences, right now she’s more concerned with how he’s pummeling her pussy. Always good at compartmentalizing, she pushes her thoughts to the back of her brain, digs her nails into Paul’s ass cheeks and bucks her hips as she urges him on.

“Oh God! Ohhhh God! Don’t stop! Don’t stop,” Sharon’s cries fill Paul’s ears and it’s just like she’s there in the room with him. He pounds Rhonda’s horny pussy while envisioning his sister’s naked body lying under him. The louder the sound from Tim and Sharon’s bedroom the harder Paul fucks his wife. He’s slamming into her like never before and Rhonda is responding with her own moans of pleasure.

As Tim and Sharon lie on their backs catching their breath, he smiles at the faint but recognizable sounds coming from Paul and Rhonda’s room. Maybe his idea is working.

“God what you do to me!” Sharon whispers as she snuggles up to her husband. Now it’s her turn to listen to the squeaking bed, tapping headboard and barely stifled moans coming from the other bedroom. Just before she falls asleep, her brain replays the day’s events, with special emphasis on her brother massaging her ass cheeks. What did it mean?

When Paul rolls off of Rhonda, he kisses her gently on the lips before turning over. This is a sin!

He admonishes himself. Even though I am not physically sinning with my sister, God can see my depraved mental sinning. Paul feels his wife’s naked body spoon against his back as he fights to hold back his tears. Why can’t he be stronger?

Rhonda is up early the next morning and leaves a note on the table that she’s gone shopping for groceries so they don’t have to eat every meal out. Tim wants to boogie board some more before the 24-hour rental period expires but Paul begs off, claiming he’s too tired. As Tim heads to the beach, Paul and Sharon find themselves alone in the house. It’s the first chance they’ve had to talk alone since they arrived.

“What happened to our vow, Sis?” Paul asks, not intending it to sound so accusing.

A few steps down the beach, Tim turns back to get his sunglasses and sunscreen. Returning to the house, he walks in through the door from the garage and just before he calls out to Sharon, hears her voice rise in the living room. Freezing in his tracks, he listens to the building argument between her and her brother.

“That’s what I’d like to know?” Sharon says.

“What do you mean?” he asks, his face aglow with anger and confusion.

“You come up with this great penance, but I’m the only one who has to live it,” she yells.

“From what I’m hearing through these walls, you’re not living it very well,” he shouts. Tim stands perfectly still, listening and wondering what they’re talking about.

“Well, I was living it until about a month ago. I lived it religiously and it almost ruined my marriage,” she declares. “I’ve been lying there like a frigid virgin, trying my best not to lose control and have an orgasm, while you’re climaxing every damn time you fuck Rhonda! Am I right?”

“What are you talking about?” he yells. “We took a vow! Penance for our sin of incest! You can’t just ignore that, Sis!” he argues.

What the fuck! Tim’s jaw drops as he listens from the kitchen. Incest? Paul and Sharon?

Ohmygod! That’s what this is all about. Oh-my-fucking-god!

“Tell me you don’t climax when you fuck Rhonda!” Tim hears his wife yell. “Convince me you’re not getting off with your wife, every single time.”

“Of course I am,” he sighs, “but it’s quick and perfunctory and… and…”

“And what?” Sharon yells.

“And it’s never like it was with you,” he says so quietly that Tim almost misses it.

“I don’t believe you,” Sharon says and Tim realizes she’s about to repeat the lies that Rhonda told her. He backs farther into the kitchen, quickly opening and slamming the door.