This past weekend I forced my husband to have sex with my younger sister. I'm not into girls, I'm not into i****t, I hate the idea of him being with anyone but me, she and I have NEVER even talked about doing anything together, but nonetheless I not only got them to fuck while I watched (at first), but planned it out.

My sister has an awful boyfriend, going on ten years with a completely useless anchor that only weighs her down. He can't keep a real job, he does whatever his crackhead mom wants (including having my sister write a hot check for her once and nearly being put in jail) and keeps his loser friends around at all times. She would be so much better off without him. A few months back she confided in me that she's NEVER had an orgasm with him, only with toys when she's alone (which isn't often, as she lives with him and his mom in their crappy little trailer). My husband keeps me satisfied and on my toes at all times, not to brag, but I'm a very happy girl in the sex department. I told my husband about her lack of personal satisfaction and he stopped, got real serious, and said, "do I have to do her to save the family? Take one for the team?" I laughed, smacked him, and we moved on. But the thought did pop up a few times, what it would be like to see him use the same moves on me with her, would she like his cock, would it turn her into a little slut like it does me. And so the idea grew.

I made a plan to get them both tipsy last weekend and pretty much force them together. We had a light dinner on our back patio with wine, moved inside, and I got him to sit with us on the couch (usually when the three of us get together he gives us space to catch up and ends up going off and doing something else). I had him sit between us and I started cuddling with him a bit. I made a remark about her hands and told her to compare them to his, ie a little touch. His hands are big, but incredibly soft and he has the best shaped fingers I've ever seen (perfect for pleasing my pussy). "Aren't his hands big and soft," I said. "Wow, they are," she answered, and giggled a little bit. I ran my fingers through his hair and looked at her to see if I could read her reaction. She was flushed a bit, goofy grin on her face, blue hair a little messy. He was enjoying my caresses, eyes closed, they were still holding hands. When she turned back to us, I pushed his head to hers and basically made them kiss. She looked at me around him wide eyed and I nodded enthusiastically. She closed her eyes and they were kissing, sloppily. My free hand was on his crotch, rubbing his cock that was incredibly hard. I could feel his heart pounding. I grabbed her free hand and put it to his crotch, too, and we were both stroking away. He finally got loose and looked at me wild eyed. I smiled an evil grin, slid down to the floor and pulled off his shorts and boxers, revealing his beautiful cock to my also wide-eyed sister. "Get down here," I told her, and in nearly one motion had my hand on the back of her head pushing her down to his cock. She obliged and sucked him hard, and I looked up and him and watched that initial reaction. His head went back, eyes closed, long low moan came out. She was sloppy, giving my husband a no hand blowjob with lots of noisy slurps and smacks. I took her hands up to his balls, and she instinctively stroked them just like I do to him, pulling just a little bit. "Yes," he said.

At this point, I started pulling at her clothes. "Off," I told her. She hopped up and was naked in no time, exposing her tattoos and beautiful hairy little pussy (looked just like mine if I had 15 extra pounds). She was almost panting she was so excited. He took off his shirt and she leaned down and starting sucking one of his nipples and then pressed her face to his hairy chest while her free hand clumsily stroked his cock. He was looking at me, still in the floor stroking his balls, an uncertain look on his face. "Fuck her," I said calmly. She stopped, again wide eyed. "Really?" she asked me. "Get on his cock!" I commanded her. And she did almost instantly. "Is she wet?" I asked him. "YES!" he gasped as she sank down onto his cock, my cock. I had the perfect viewpoint to see it, and with a few adjustments and small humps from her, could already see her cream sliding down his hard cock. I moved to sit next to him, to watch her go up and down until she found where she wanted him, and then start to get up some speed. She was gasping, he grabbed her ass and pulled her down just like he does me and she cried out. I had orgasm number one myself right there, hand between my legs, and I bit down on his ear and gave him a breathy moan. He started to take over, both hands on her ass bringing her up and down on his cock forcefully, each entry into her bringing a moan or cry out of her that gave me a chill, watching her tits bounce up and down with her head thrown back, her blue hair all over her face as she rode him.

"Cum all over her," I whispered in his ear. I don't let him cum on me, wanting it inside me instead, so I knew this would make him crazy and that she'd be okay with it. He increased the force of his pounding and he was starting to sweat. I could hear their sex slapping together and knew what was going to happen next. She started shaking, her face went red, and she let out basically a howl and leaned into him, sobbing into his chest while she came. I've been there so many times, I know that look really well. She collapsed on him and they both slowed down, and now he was doing all the work, moving her body on his cock like she was his doll. I had orgasm number two, a weak one, but a nice one nonetheless. He let out a moan and hopped up, putting her on the couch, and proceeded to cum all over her boobs while he stroked off his cock with a few quick movements. He convulsed several times and was spent all over her, a very nice load of cum that she was lazily looking at. I noticed she had pressed her boobs together and was still holding them up. I stroked her hair, moving it out of her face. She was crying, tears streaming down her face. Even I've never seen that, and I read about sex A LOT. At this point, she was sitting between us. I hopped up and grabbed a warm washcloth and cleaned her up, then cleaned his cock and hand. Her girl cream was all over his cock and balls.

I ran to the bathroom to drop off the washcloth, and returned to find them cuddling. He was wiping tears off her face, my wonderful gentleman. I snuggled up next to him. I could smell her on him, and that made my pussy hurt for him. I wanted him ASAP, but let this tender moment continue while I stroked his hair and nibbled on his ear a little bit. My free hand on his cock, he got hard again after about ten minutes. She started kissing on him and we were basically just taking turns quietly kissing him, back and forth, and touching him all over. I slid over and took his cock into my mouth, wetting it with as much slobber as I could (I had a lot, my mouth was watering). I took him into my pussy from there and rode him slow until he gave me a creampie. It wasn't a super strong orgasm and I didn't have one myself, but I didn't care. I just wanted to reclaim him. I looked at her several times while I rode him and she just watched at that point, letting us have our re-connective moment. I kept smelling her perfume and the general smell of another woman, and that made me hot.

We cuddled for a long time, and he fell asleep between us. She and I held hands like we used to when we were little girls and just talked about everything, anything. Nothing seemed weird at all. I told her she could have him any time she wants with one condition - no creampies. She's on the pill but I don't want any slip-ups. I also told her to let me know when she's with him just as a courtesy. Again, I've never considered sharing him with anyone, and the thought of anyone but her makes my blood boil. The thought of him doing her again makes me crazy turned on, though. What a weekend!