We pulled up in our home drive and were admonished by Trish to wait for her but as soon as we were inside we resumed our frantic kissing. Any lingering doubts about incest were swept away by the hormones raging through my body. I know Brian felt the same way because he had not been allowed to ejaculate for two weeks. I never heard the door closing but suddenly Trish was there with her face right next to ours and she gave Brian a long, lingering kiss. She hesitated a second or two before leaning to me and kissing me tenderly full on the lips. “Let’s get comfortable,” she breathed, taking us both by the hand and leading us to their bedroom.
Starting with me, Brian slowly removed all my and Trish’s clothes, article by article until he had us both naked except for my suspenders and stockings. Trish and I approached him together and removed all his clothes. He was wearing no underpants so when I pulled his trousers down, a well-made tool smacked the end of my nose leaving a sticky trail on it. With a chuckle, I stuck out my tongue and lapped at his leaking penis.
Trish, kneeling beside me, kissed up and down one side of the tool before us as I did the same on the other side. Maybe it was inevitable that our lips would touch. When they did we stayed like that, just closed lips to closed lips for a centuries-long second then I felt her mouth twitch a little and her lips parted in clear invitation. I opened mine slightly and thrilled as her tongue sinuously pushed into my mouth and soon our tongues played a merry dance. It was Brian who parted us and we all got onto the bed with me between them.
They had me flat on my back and Brian was making free with my body, especially my boobs which he would suckle briefly in turn before latching onto one nipple and giving it a thorough nibbling. I gasped as I felt Trish’s mouth going to work on my other tit. He kissed me again then with Brian’s mouth locked onto mine and his hand running up and down my slit, I was in a pampered heaven.
Since we left the airport, I had been well and truly aroused and raring to go. I even found myself enjoying Trish’s ministrations but gasped when she spread my legs and shuffled between them to nibble at my labia. Never mind that I wasn’t lesbian, I loved it. Using her fingers she spread my lips wide and I felt the cool draught as she blew onto the soaking flesh. Then I felt her tongue sliding slowly from the base of my pussy to the top; I held my breath as she approached the top and moaned deeply into Brian’s mouth as she hit the spot.
I needed something in my pussy so I raised my hips and was gratified to feel her tongue pushing inside me but that only made me long for something much bigger – something cock-sized. I groped around until I found my brother’s tool. It was rock-hard and my hand got coated in the slime of his natural lubricant. Meanwhile Trish was using her fingers in all sorts of interesting ways, bringing me to the almost to the boil but instinctively stopping short of letting me go over the top. Breaking off the never-ending kiss with Brian I almost grunted at him, “Fuck me Brian, for god’s sake fuck me.”