Chapter 1

I barely pulled into the garage and got off my Harley when I heard noises from the bedroom. It was the sound of moans, in fact. I knew instantly what that meant. My new live-in girlfriend, who hadn’t really bothered to have “the talk” with me about fidelity before she pulled a classic “fait accomplis” on me just a month before, was busy getting her ashes hauled by someone while I was at work. Well, maybe she was listening to porn and jilling off, that was always possible, I reminded myself.

I walked toward the noise rather stealthily, curious as to what this might mean for us. I wasn’t necessarily going to kick her out, since we hadn’t discussed that issue or made any such commitments. Her attitude would be the main factor in this matter. Any sign of a double standard and she was out on her ass, back to Mom and Dad’s.

Being just nineteen, under the drinking age, that would be a real buzzkill for her, wouldn’t it? That was even truer for a girl with such strict parents. Harry and Kim Phuong were in some respects classic Asian “tiger parents,” everything about ambition, drive, success, focus, discipline, etc. There was little time for fun or frivolity for them, at least in their daughters’ eyes, which was understandable given their past.

“Anne-Marie! What the hell is that noise?” I feigned ignorance as I burst in on my cute half-Korean, half-Vietnamese girlfriend naked on our bed with her sister, Sophie-Claire.

Now, don’t ask me why both names were so distinctly French. I had no fucking clue. It just was what it was. I was far more interested in the fact that said girlfriend and said sister were in the middle of a rather intense sixty-nine. They were oblivious to everything else, of course. I didn’t cough or do anything else to announce myself beyond my earlier words. I just chose to test the waters and put my lover on the spot as to her intentions and ethics.

I simply grabbed Sophie-Claire, who was on top, and slid my cock inside her obviously wet and ready snatch, making her jump a bit as she adjusted to my entry. Instead of reacting angrily, she pushed back with a real vigor and met my every stroke with her hips while her sister kept lapping away at whatever I wasn’t fucking.

I heard a giggle after a little bit and some strained words in either Korean or Vietnamese, wasn’t sure which. There was a curious, but familiar smell in the room, but I tried to put it out of my mind. She was shockingly slick, too ... more than her sister was most of the time, but I didn’t think too much of it, since this was my first time inside her. That could have been her normal slickness, right?

I had to admit to myself that the sight of those fine buttocks of Sophie-Claire’s was just as nice as the view that I regularly got from Anne-Marie. Yes, for those keeping score, Anne-Marie was very fond of the “doggy-style” position, and rather rough action at that. It was definitely one of her top selling points with me and made it much tougher to stop her moving in on me like that.

Her fondness for cosplay was another virtue in my book, as was her love of wearing berets for some reason. When I say “wearing berets,” of course, I mean wearing them and nothing else. When not wearing a beret, she loved to dress up as Sailor Moon and several other anime characters. She was also keen on having me spank her and pull her hair, which I did with Sophie-Claire to test her reaction as well.

Now, bear in mind that Sophie-Claire was engaged, but if it didn’t bother her enough to keep her from going down on her own sister, why should I care? Either way, her fiance still got the horns planted on him, assuming that he didn’t know about it, of course. One more person screwing his intended wouldn’t make him any less betrayed, would it? In for a penny, in for a pound, as they would say.

Finally, of course, Anne-Marie and Sophie-Claire moaned their release, both of them highly excited. Just then I spilled my load, bareback, inside the latter. I admired my girlfriend’s sister’s ass for just a little before the ladies seized me and put me on my back. Then Anne-Marie started sucking me, looking up at me with love as well as lust, and that was when I noticed that odd smell again.

I looked down and saw blood on my cock. As soon as I caught it, my girlfriend winked at me and just kept sucking me harder. She didn’t seem worried about my response or by the way that her sister planted her pussy right above my face. I dove in, being fond of the taste of gash myself, when I fully grasped what I tasted other than my own creampie. Oh, God ... she was on the rag! Even so, my cum diluted it a bit, enough to make it tolerable, especially when combined with her natural cunt juice.

I just kept licking that bloody twat for several more minutes, even as Anne-Marie got me stiff again and started riding me for her own pleasure. When I swiped my tongue across the taint and even explored Sophie-Claire’s butt-crack a little, my lover’s happily engaged sister squirted her fluids all over my chin. I parted her sweet cheeks and really honed in on her pucker, making her cry out in sheer ecstasy, much to her absolute shock.

This continued for several more minutes until Anne-Marie creamed herself all over my dick and clenched it with her sloppy snatch to drain my balls dry. Every last remaining drop of my spunk was emptied into my girlfriend’s drenched slit and she screamed in absolute, primal satisfaction. There was no doubt that, whatever else happened, I had lost none of her affection or lust for me. Far from it, from what I could tell.

“Here, let me taste it on your lips, your tongue, babe! My sister’s period blood! I want it now, hon!” Anne-Marie urged me as she made out with me, “not to mention a snowball ... just that this one’s a cherry snowball ... nice and bloody!”

“So ... you know now! Good ... now you can at least help pick up James’s slack! And so what if it means that he’s a cuckold now! Serves him right to wear those horns for not taking care of business at home! You’ve never let my sister down, at least from what she’s told me! You even straw buy her booze for her!

“Any man willing to break the law for my sister is pretty sweet in my book ... and sexy! Sorry if it was a shock, the sisterly incest, but I mean, hey, you two never had that talk. Technically, neither did James and I. He just went straight for popping the question. Not my fault if he conflated marriage with monogamy!” Sophie-Claire winked at me.

I wasn’t sure how much of her attitude was her period and how much was something else, but hey, I was the winner in this whole enterprise so far. Why would I upset the balance that tilted in my own favor? Clearly, it wasn’t about cheating on me, but about something else entirely.

“I’m just glad that she likes manly drinks, not girly ones!” I winked at both of them.

“Yeah, well, what can I say? There’s always a little tomboy in every cosplay girl, even if it isn’t a huge part of her. That’s my running theory at least. Anyway, for the record, James is squeamish about menstrual sex, in case you missed it. The rest of the time, he’s not half-bad. He can even be pretty good ... weird as fuck at times, but mostly good.

“But damn ... you ... you know how to rock a girl’s world! I can see that even though she was bragging on you, Anne-Marie wasn’t lying or embellishing at all! Fuck, yeah, Dan! You’re a fucking sex god! I’m never giving up this dick! Nor is my sister! I can already tell that much!” Sophie-Claire didn’t let anyone speak for her.

“See, babe ... I HAVE BEEN BRAGGING ON YOU! I’m super proud to be your girlfriend! I don’t know if you have any clue as to the ... intensity of my feelings for you, but, they’re so fucking strong right now, dear! Haven’t you noticed how much I hump you lately? We already did it a lot, but now I jump your bones even more, don’t I?” Anne-Marie confirmed with real enthusiasm as both ladies kissed and felt me up.

“I would appreciate it if you don’t spread the news about straw-buying. That’s for my girls, not for just anyone. As a barman, I don’t care to lose my liquor license. Tends to make owning a pub pretty damn tough, you know,” I chuckled nervously.

“Maybe we should blackmail you, then. You know ... we won’t tell, as long as you never stop fucking us? Ever? Sound fair? Well, we’re normally not bossy or pushy, but you just gave us some leverage over you ... and you know it!” Sophie-Claire teased me as she stroked my balls and both girls started sucking my cock in earnest as a team.

“Oh, damn ... oh, God ... you two really want to be my lovers for life ... both of you?” I asked them.

“Hell, yes, babe, if you can fuck like that! Looks like Anne-Marie was even right about your reaction to catching us together! She totally has your number, hon!” Sophie-Claire declared.

“Damn straight I do! I knew that he’d just join in and I was so fucking right! Dude don’t have a bug up his ass like James and my last two boyfriends! Hell, he even smokes weed with me, don’t ya, dear?” Anne-Marie commented before she got back to slurping on my prick.

“Naturally. Why wouldn’t I? I own my bar, so I can easily avoid drug testing. One of the few perks of self-employment. I dictate the terms of hiring and such and I’m not gonna fire myself, am I? So, I don’t know James all that well, despite dating his future sister-in-law. Tell me, is he a lightweight or can he hold his liquor? What are his better qualities, since he’s not cutting the mustard in bed during your periods?” I asked my girlfriend’s sister while they took turns sucking me off.