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The Birthday Party
by Losgud (losgud@hotmail.com)

***

A guy and his wife plan a romantic weekend together when 
his sister stops by and changes everyone's plans in a 
big way. (MFF, bi, inc, mast, oral, threesome,  humor)

***

My wife and I have birthdays ten days apart. This year I 
decided to do something special to celebrate. Janey's 
was the previous Monday, mine the upcoming Thursday, so 
for this weekend between I developed a plan.

By the time I'd finished with the preparatory part I was 
feeling physically beaten. Hustling around town in all 
the Friday after-work traffic, and then the arrangements 
with the kids nearly fell apart. Man, I don't know. It 
was all set up that they'd be staying overnight at our 
friends' place. Their kids and ours get along fine, and 
we've had this reciprocal agreement for well over a 
year. If anything, we were owed a few sleepovers. 

I get there, they put up a stink, start hemming and 
hawing, and in the end ask for a baby-sitting fee. A 
stiff one. In cash. In advance. Some friends! I added to 
my mental lists. Tonight: hit the bank machine on the 
way home. Tomorrow: lose the friends.

My plan entailed either a nice dinner out, or else a 
nice dinner in. I had the cash in my wallet and the 
goods in the fridge. I'd leave it up to Janey what we'd 
have to eat. For dinner, that is. Dessert, well... I had 
this vague vision of donning our birthday suits and 
partying all night long. With no interruptions, or the 
hint or possibility of interruption.

We live in about the tiniest house imaginable. Any 
smaller and it'd be a pioneer cabin on the prairie. It 
seems fairly common that a couple's first child is 
regarded as a miracle of sorts. But I save that 
designation for our second one. I mean, the big miracle 
was that we ever managed to find the moment of privacy 
to mix together the vital ingredients. There was talk 
for awhile of having a third, but it never amounted to 
anything but talk. 

By the time I got back from dropping the kids I was in a 
pretty sour mood. It would have been so much easier if 
my sister the super-Aunt had been able to take the kids. 
That was the original schedule, but then she'd begged 
off because of some last minute plans of her own. Shit, 
now I'd have to be getting up at dawn to get the kids 
before our friends sold them on the baby market.

Needless to say I was not happy to see the car parked in 
front of our house. That would be Sheila. What was she 
doing over? The thing about my sister is that she never 
just popped in for a minute. If she came in the door she 
stayed in the door for hours. Janey and Sheila can just 
yack and yack and yack.

I should be glad that the two of them are such fast 
friends, but that's always been a given. They're the 
same age, a year older than me, and they first met their 
freshman year in college. I'd heard great tales of Janey 
more than three years before I met her. Sheila brought 
her home for Thanksgiving their final year, and I just 
happened to be home from my university as well. 

Janey snuck into my room and jumped my bones the very 
first night and I've been an addict ever since. It 
wasn't until after we were married that Janey let it 
slip that she'd been badgering Sheila on my account for 
quite awhile. 

So Sheila, is there another one like you at home, but 
with a dick. Oh my, he's cute. I think I'll take him! So 
much for all that nonsense about chance, fate and free 
will. Shooting fish in a barrel, that's how I was 
landed.

I get along great with Sheila. There's always a bit of 
that Bossy Older Sister Syndrome. And the confusion of 
growing up. First I was in love with her; she was the 
perfect idol. Then she turned into a yucky girl and I 
loathed her. Then she turned into a yummy girl and I 
entered a period of vague lust. 

Now that we're all grown up we have one of those rare 
sibling relationships. It's not the shared history and 
blood that binds us. I like hanging around with her 
because I genuinely like her.

Not that any of this made me any happier to see her 
sitting in my living room. Sitting and sitting in my 
living room. After a brief greeting, the two of them 
continued chatting away. As though I hadn't come in. 
They were hogging the sofa between them, which left me 
to sit in one of the uncomfortable chairs. Buy some 
comfortable chairs, I noted. I seized a pause in their 
conversation to say just that. "Hey Janey, how about we 
go out sometime and buy some chairs designed to be sat 
in?"

She graced me with a blank look, gave a quick shake of 
her head, then answered, "That sounds good, honey. 
Whatever you say, Ray. Whatever you want." And then they 
went on talking about other things. 

Well, what I wanted had nothing really to do with chairs 
except as props. Anytime the talk veered towards a 
subject that might allow me to enter in with a comment, 
my comment was brushed aside and the conversation 
quickly steered elsewhere. 

I sat around trying not to be too grim, but eventually I 
was fed up. I took to my feet and stood there for the 
longest time without being noticed. Eventually I poked 
Sheila's knee with the toe of my shoe.

"Hello! What are you doing here anyway? I thought you 
had plans for tonight."

"I do," Sheila responded crisply.

Oh, I was in a pissy evil mood. "Oh yea? What? You gonna 
get laid or something?"

"As a matter of fact," she leveled a very cool gaze at 
me, "that's exactly what I intend to do. All in good 
time."

"What's your problem Ray?" Janey came to her defense. 
"If you're in a bad mood, why don't you stuff it in your 
pocket and go away."

I gave up. I shrugged and left the room, heading into 
the kitchen for a beer. There were some snorting sounds, 
and then peals of laughter behind my back.

I stormed off down into the basement to work on my 
project. Cellar is a more apt description of the space. 
It's squat and chilly and damp, but it's all mine. I 
have a workbench down there, with tools. I'm a 
woodworker, or a sculptor, or something. I don't have 
any artistic pretensions, I just need a title to define 
what I do. It involves a large hunk of tree trunk, like 
a chopping block, that was one of the deluxe features 
that came with the house. I never felt like summoning 
the strength or friends to help me lug it up the stairs 
and outside. Since then I've added to it. Scraps of 
boards, nails. Some artists use brushes or chisels. 

Me, I got a hammer. It's hard to say exactly what I'm 
making, or if it'll ever be finished. I have my doubts. 
Its purpose is pretty obvious. When I'm about to boil, I 
come down here and blow off steam. The therapeutic value 
of banging nails with a hammer. I envision the day when 
I stand back and see it as complete, and then I'll haul 
it up and mount it out in the yard. Already I've given 
it a title. "My Anger, Dispelled." 

Of course when I consider the likelihood of the day ever 
arriving when everything in life makes me go kissy-
kissy, the chances seem better that eventually I'll be 
dead and some poor realtor will have to deal with this 
nice little house with a nightmare in the basement. Too 
big to fit through the door, too heavy to lift, and 
impossible to dismantle. I use very serious nails, and 
slather the wood first with a real mean hide glue.

I went at it for about twenty minutes. Bang bang bam! 
Then I'd hear little female footfalls on the 
floorboards, chatter and laughter echoing in metallic 
haunts down through the ductwork. Bang bang BAM! A 
screech, a shriek, a chair being shifted. BANGBANGBANG 
bam. Murmurs in stereo, than a single piercing giggle. 
God damndamndamn DAMN! I wound up running out of scrap 
wood.

Though I wasn't any happier, all the tension had flowed 
down my arms and into my creation. I took a few steps 
back. Lookin' good! In the current stage it suggested a 
few possibilities to me. Birthday party time! I washed 
my hands in the little utility sink I'd managed to 
successfully install down there. From there I planned to 
go upstairs and straight out the front door, wordlessly. 
Take a small walk. Grab a decent bite on the way and 
wind up at Hed's, the only bar where all my real friends 
ever hang out.

I knew in advance how that would turn out. If I went to 
Hed's with a friend or two, we'd walk in the front door 
to discover that everyone in the universe I knew was 
there. The bartender would wave at me madly and have 
what I wanted ready before I got to the station. The 
jukebox would be playing exactly every song that I 
wanted to hear. 

I'd hardly dare to put a quarter in the pinball 
machines, because I'd wind up playing for half an hour 
off the one coin. All the atoms of tiny round tables 
would drift together as our crowd created a brand new 
element. There would be several intriguing people I'd 
never met so thrilled to meet me as I charmed them with 
my wit and intelligence. Beautiful women would stand up 
to refresh their drinks, turning first to ask if they 
could get me another.

When I went up alone, I would enter through the back 
door so I could have a clear view of everyone there. 
Invariably there would not be a familiar face in all the 
place. I would be virtually invisible to the bartender, 
who would be surly and forgetful. I could slip my life's 
savings into the jukebox and never hear a song I'd 
played. A game of pinball would be all three balls 
instantly gone through the gap between the flippers. 

I would remain Mr. Hydrogen, at my tiny table wherever 
in the room, sitting unbonded. Not only would no one 
talk to me, but no one would even glance my way. Between 
my second and third drink I would have the usual 
epiphany: why are you sitting drinking in a bar full of 
people you don't know? My standard recourse would be to 
have another round, deciding then to either finish up 
and leave or answer why not?

I was about to depart on what would certainly rise to 
the upper reaches of the list of my most dismal birthday 
celebrations. Just as I was turning to leave I was 
caught by the last piece of wood I'd hammered on. It 
stood straight out, pointing at me like an index finger. 
The stance was almost accusatory, but really there was 
something so kinetic about its placement that it seemed 
more like a nag frozen in mid-wag. Then the whole piece 
spoke to me. Duh, dumb fuck, you're going in the wrong 
door! 

I nearly wept on the spot. It was the best present I'd 
ever received.

I took the stairs in bounds, stopped in the hall to grab 
a coat from the rack, then composed myself for the quick 
waltz through the living room to the front door. 

I stepped in the room and froze. Janey and Sheila were 
basically where I'd left them. Janey had slid down the 
sofa a bit while Sheila was kneeling on the floor in 
front of her like she was tempting her with new shoes. 
But there weren't any shoes. The shoes were like the 
rest of their clothes, tossed and scattered around the 
room. The pair of them were absolutely naked, and 
Sheila's head was burrowed between Janey's wide-spread 
thighs.

Janey gave me a glazed sort of look, a big smile 
slurring the words, "Happy Birthday baby, whyn't you 
come join the party!" 

Sheila looked up with a glistening face long enough to 
say, "We're just reliving the glory of our college days. 
Too bad you never visited. Janey's told me plenty about 
what a talented tongue you have."

With that she returned to Janey's crotch, while lifting 
her own rump higher, widening her thighs, and exposing 
the inflamed parts of her treasure nest. Her hands 
retreated from Janey's labia to her own, spreading her 
lips in imitation. In a narcotic whisper Janey crooned, 
"Help yourself, baby, it's an open invitation."

By then my nose was stuffed full with the smell of ripe 
pussy. I was instantly intoxicated and on the floor, 
scooting forward and turning on my back as I placed 
myself between Sheila's knees, grabbing her ass and 
pulling her flowering lips down towards mine. There was 
a golden chalice brimming with nectar, and I was 
thirsting for every drop. 

It was hard to say which movement was more frantic, my 
tongue licking her lips or her cunt rubbing against my 
mouth. I heard some muffled words from far away that 
sounded like Suck my clit! so I did. There was an 
intense groan followed by screams that I felt resounding 
back up from the very floor joists. That would be Janey; 
Sheila was still on the journey. I grabbed the cheeks of 
her ass with both my hands and kneaded them like plump 
hunks of bread dough, pulling her down, down, my tongue 
lashing back and forth from slit to clit. 

Right as I felt my reward beginning in the clenching of 
her thighs, a pair of hands started peeling off my 
clothes, the fingers lingering, tracing sexy lines on 
every square inch of my revealed skin. While a small 
hand grasped my big cock, a pretty voice whispered like 
a breeze through trees, "Mmm, yea, suck your sister's 
cunt. Doesn't her pussy taste delicious?"

That it did, and then much more so as Sheila let go, 
screaming and creaming all over my face. Janey plunged 
her mouth down on my cock, taking it all the way down 
her throat, pulling back up to just the head, sinking 
down and up and down and up. I wanted to tell her to 
slow down but there was no way for the words to leave my 
mouth. Fortunately Sheila then slowly shifted around. 
And then there were four hands, two sets of lips and a 
pair of tongues lightly covering every surface of my 
cock. 

They were teasing me supremely but I didn't mind. I 
still had Sheila's sex nudging against my mouth. I left 
her clit alone to come down from its hypersensitive 
state. My tongue had plenty enough to occupy its time, 
leisurely lapping up the spill of her juice. But once 
they started giggling together, I lashed my tongue out, 
tickling and licking her clit, nibbling it with my lips, 
working them together to suck her off like crazy. 

The assault caught Sheila by surprise and she simply 
exploded. There was no time for grunting and moaning, 
she went straight off howling. I seriously thought she 
was going to fracture my skull. As nice a way to die as 
any, I supposed. She rolled off me gasping and panting. 
Janey looked down at me while stroking me with both 
hands, her eyes two big supernovas, exclaiming only, 
"Amazing. Fucking amazing!" 

I thought so. 

Janey rose up on her haunches, straddling me, then sank 
down, fucking me very, very slowly, her eyes gone to 
slits, a wide thin smile on her face. She leaned over 
and kissed me deeply as Sheila began to stir, then she 
lifted herself off me. Sheila moved over and gave my 
glistening cock several long cat licks.

Janey bent down and seized each of us by an arm and 
announced, "Enough of the cake, let's move into the 
bedroom and go for the icing."

They each grabbed me by the hand as we started off down 
the hall. I hung back a little, then Janey looked back. 
"Isn't that cute? He's checking us out."

Flustered I muttered, "I feel like a hick in Paris. All 
the sights are so-o fine." I withdrew my hands and 
caught up, letting my hands slide down between each of 
their rumps. Cupping, squeezing, my middle fingers 
trailing up into the lushness of their labias. "I do 
believe I've died and gone to heaven."

Sheila reached over and gave my jutting cock a squeeze. 
"You still feel incredibly alive to me."

Janey teased, "You will wind up in heaven, but so far 
you've barely started on the way."

They pulled down the covers then pushed me down in the 
middle of the bed, clambering in on either side of me 
and rolling my legs wide. I thought, breathlessly, that 
they were both going to go back to scaling old Knob Hill 
together again, but instead they just snuggled up 
against me. I had a thigh wedged between each of their 
thighs. Simply lying there like that felt exceptionally 
nice. Three mouths sharing one kiss. Then Janey raised 
up on her elbows and scooted up a little, with Sheila 
quickly following.

"Look," Janey giggled, "I'd say he's in titty heaven." 
Well, that was an accurate assessment. There was all 
this soft flesh contrasted with stiff nipples rubbing 
against my chest and brushing across my face. I wound up 
with a breast in each hand while they crushed the other 
two together so I could get both nipples in my mouth. 

I added a note to my general list: buy a bigger mouth! I 
was going wild having two different types of breasts in 
my face at the same time. It was like being a little kid 
and discovering chocolate ice cream--it didn't usurp 
vanilla as a favorite flavor, instead expanding the 
sheer pleasure of ice cream about ten-fold.

"Watch this," Janey told Sheila. "Ray just loves this. 
It drives him crazy." With that warning she slipped a 
hand between Sheila's legs, returning with fingers slick 
and fragrant. She smeared the cunt sauce on Sheila's 
nipple while Sheila reached down in imitation to double 
the pleasure. Whoa, shit! You can get ice cream hand-
dipped or soft-serve!

Crazy? Did someone say crazy? The word didn't begin to 
describe the way the circuits in my brain were frying. I 
could hear them popping and hissing. There was stinky 
smoke billowing out my ears!

Finally Sheila moved up and around, murmuring something 
about wanting to get better acquainted with that big 
fuck stick. That was fine with me. In all the excitement 
I'd almost forgotten about it.

No one can say I wasn't brought up right. When someone 
gives you a present, you tell them thank you as soon as 
possible. Poor Janey looked like she was a little tired, 
her bottom sort of sore. I pulled her up figuring my 
face would make for a very pleasant seat. She sat down 
with a big sigh. 

Knowing I'd be in close quarters, I exaggerated the 
motions of my tongue and lips. Oh, thank you, thank you 
thank you thank you thank you! It didn't take her long 
to squeal You're welcome. The whole while Sheila had my 
cock in her mouth. My sperm was a string of 
thoroughbreds anxiously waiting to run the Derby. The 
starting bell kept clanging away, but Sheila would never 
quite let the gates lift.

Janey slung herself off me, then crawled over to where 
Sheila had rolled away on her back. Sheila had her legs 
bent and spread. Janey reached down with her hands and 
gently parted my sister's plush pink gates. I lay there 
watching in a stunned state. "Wake up, Ray! I think 
Sheila wants you to fuck her now." Sheila smiled and 
swiveled her hips in agreement.

That was enough of a wake-up call for me. I got up and 
approached on all fours. It took me forever to cover the 
distance. The bed seemed to have lengthened to the size 
of a football field. There's something about the sight 
of a woman willing, wanting and waiting that makes time 
slow wa-a-ay down.

Finally I reached my destination, parking my hips 
between her thighs. No doubt I could have slid right in 
without assistance from either of us, but Janey seemed 
to take particular delight in playing the tour guide, 
grabbing my cock and slowly, leisurely rubbing the head 
all up and down Sheila's eager parts. "Put it in, 
Janey," she groaned, "for godsakes, put it in!" Janey 
complied lovingly, ending her double tease.

"You be sure to do her good," she patted my ass while 
putting her tongue in my ear.

I always pride myself on doing it good. Pride, of 
course, coming as it does before the fall, I kept myself 
from doing it too good at first, not wanting to fall 
that fast. Sheila just locked down, her gaze on mine and 
her limbs around me. She never said a word, and made not 
a sound, not even when her mouth gaped open so wide her 
eyes were squeezed shut. An armory was exploding inside 
her, silently. Her entire body went totally tense, 
slowly melting away into complete laxity.

Sheila grabbed my head and began covering my lips with 
nippy little kisses. "See," she panted, "I told you I 
planned to get laid tonight!"

Dumb me and my astonished face as it dawned on me. "I 
was set up!"

Sheila pulled out from under me, then rolled over, 
displaying a new angle to her charms. "Let me set you up 
once more." I grabbed onto her hips as she snaked a hand 
back to insert me inside again. 

Janey pulled her fingers out of her cunt long enough to 
scoot over for a closer look. "Oh god, Sheila, you 
should see how sexy this looks. So hot! His big purple 
cock sliding in and out of your red hot twat! Come on 
baby, pump her, pump her pussy, pump her pussy full of 
come!" Janey had her free hand on my balls practically 
yanking them off while Sheila's cunt clenched at my cock 
as she went off wilding again. I really had no choice in 
the matter. I picked up the pace, slapping against her 
ass, and started blowing a great big load.

I wasn't even quite finished when Janey pulled us apart, 
rolled Sheila on her back, then dove straight in for the 
delights. Sheila stretched her arms out long towards me, 
"Come here and let me have a taste too!" She took my 
cockhead in her mouth, taking down the dwindling 
pulsations, and then began licking my entire shaft 
clean. She didn't allow me the chance to get properly 
soft. Once I was raging full again, she sort of batted 
us both away. "Now I want to watch you fuck Janey."

I moved up behind Janey, grabbing onto her lovely ass as 
I slid my way in. Sheila came around beside me, trailing 
her fingers all over us. "Oh Janey, you're right, this 
is such a beautiful sight." Then she turned to me, "But 
I know a way to have an even better view." With that she 
slid underneath Janey into a classic sixty-nine, except 
that she had a cunt stuffed full of cock for her mouth 
to play with.

We played with each other like a symphony, the movements 
rising and falling for what seemed like hours until the 
final climax, when we three crashed together, the triple 
crescendo rattling the window panes and sending bits of 
plaster scattering from off the walls.

We all drew up together in the bed for a mighty cuddle, 
one of them having stepped up to turn out the light. 
"Happy birthday!" Janey and I cooed at one another, 
turning in unison to croon, "Birthday happy!" to Sheila. 
Fingers slowly stroking and toes sort of kissing sent us 
off to sweet sleep.

When I eventually woke up, my head was buried beneath a 
pillow the way I usually wind up sleeping. I probably 
wouldn't have woken up so soon, but my morning erection 
had wound up in a softly sucking mouth. I lay there 
drifting in the luxurious feeling. No one ever quite 
like Janey to drive my cock crazy. 

I could sense that we were alone, though when Sheila had 
gotten up to go I couldn't tell. I do sleep very 
soundly. I was thinking a nice blow job would be just 
perfect before I had to get up to go fetch the kids. 
Without warning my wet cock was alone in the cool air, 
but then it was sunk deep in the cushy warmth that no 
mouth can duplicate.

The pillow was stripped away from my face. But it was 
Sheila gazing down at me with asterisks in her eyes. 
"I'm so happy to have gotten back together with Janey," 
she whimpered, "but I'm ecstatic to have finally gotten 
together with you."

"Where is she?" I managed to ask.

She reached over to the night stand and retrieved a 
note. Ray, it read, I've gone to get the kids. Will stop 
at my folks and stay for a late-ish lunch. Fuck her good 
again, and again and again and again! 

Love, Janey.

"What time is it?" I gasped.

"Why, I've just sat down to breakfast," Sheila grinned. 
"Next is brunch, then lunch promptly at noon, which'll 
probably leave plenty of time for an early afternoon 
snack. No reason to wait for birthday parties anymore!"

END

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