All Chapters of Dangerous Pleasures: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

She rolled me over on my back, and then crawled between my legs. She took my half-hard dick and put the tip in her mouth and very slowly swirled her tongue around the head. I was in heaven. I love blowjobs that start when my dick isn't full hard, and the whole thing fits nicely inside of a woman's mouth. But the important thing is that my dick had just been inside of her pussy a short time ago. My wife had never done that for me, and I assume that most women wouldn't do that. Olivia was clearly not most women. She had no problem with the fact that it was a recently fucked dick and was going to town on it.When I was most of the way hard, Olivia slowly pulled her mouth off of me. Jennifer, though getting gently screwed by Ken, had actually been watching the whole blowjob intensely, probably thinking, "I can't believe you put that in your mouth," but clearly thinking it was hot.Olivia looked at Jennifer now, clearly proud of her handiwork, smiled and said in a voice that sounded like a

The next day was Monday, so I spent most of my time answering phones at work. Doing admin for a reinsurance company wasn't the worst summer temp job I'd ever had, and it kept me busy. I didn't put a lot of thought into the day before and what had happened. Mostly because, as far as I was concerned, nothing had. I mean, it was a little weird, what Betsy and I had done, but it wasn't that unusual.Except, when I got home, I found myself looking forward to something and I couldn't figure out what it was. Then, finally, it dawned on me. Some part of me, an inexplicable aspect for sure, was anticipating Betsy joining me in bed again. Which was silly for a whole host of reasons. Most importantly was that it wasn't going to happen again. I'd lived with my sister for almost two decades and we weren't going to change habits so easily.I had dinner with my parents and Betsy. I watched Netflix on the couch. Finally, around 10pm, I took my evening shower and crawled into bed. The house was quiet.

"Having the finish line feel so distant makes it hard to start," Betsy said, "But you still have to begin.""I've tried," I said, "Am trying. But right now, not so much. What about you? You're cute and funny. Smart and se... I mean, you're alright for a sister. So, are you choosing to be single or has the universe forced it on you?""Somewhere in between," Betsy said.The waitress came by and cleared our plates. I sat patiently and waited while that business was done so that my sister could explain herself."Unlike my brother, who is pretty great for a brother, most guys are only interested in one thing," Betsy said."Icthyology," I said, nodding empathetically.Betsy tried not to laugh at my dad joke, but she did anyway. Then she glared at me for making her do it."In any case, I'm not ready for that yet," Betsy said, "I'm not a prude. I'd like to do more stuff. But I need to cross the emotional bridge before I can get there, and most guys aren't willing to take the time. So, I'm sin

Betsy let her lips drift lower, like marking a trail so she could find her way back later. My ears and my neck. Down the center of my chest. As her mouth got closer to my dick, it became pretty clear what she had in mind. And this, well, it was way better than a mudpie (better than being sent down a hill on a rocket skateboard, too)."Ohhh, Bets," I groaned as my sister's lips made contact with my cock. It was only a kiss, but already I was aching for more.My sister slowly pecked her way around my pole. She dabbed her tongue against my shaft."That's nice," she said, smacking her lips, "My girlfriends said it was gross, but I kinda like it. Very man-y.""You should give it a really good taste to be sure," I said. Again, I didn't know what part of my brain was sending out these stupid sayings, but the rest of my mind did not approve.Betsy gave my comment the disdainful look it deserved. But then she gripped my dick and steered it into her mouth."Oh yeah, that's much better," she sai

My sister had finally found a way to warm herself up. And she seemed more than willing to allow me to return the favor afterwards. But what I'd thought of as hard, craggy stone was actually made of gelatin. And the supposedly solid structure of our relationship was for more pliant than I'd pictured.Game 7 of the NBA Finals was on a Friday night, and we settled down to watch. I made a bowl of popcorn and Betsy snuggled in by my side."Are you sure you don't want to go upstairs?" I asked."No, that can wait till later," Betsy said, "I'm invested in my orange team."I didn't have the heart to tell her that wasn't what they were called. I honestly didn't care who won, I was mostly watching because I liked basketball. But since Betsy had adopted 'the oranges' I guessed that meant I had to root for the 'the greens' since that's how human nature works. If you choose "A" I must take "B." And we wonder why we all can't get along.The game was close. At the half, my verdant fellows were leadin