Mike & Karen Ch. 02

"Now," he said quietly, his eyes glinting. "If you'd won the men's fencing championship. .."

He rose and returned his foil to its stand in the corner before walking out of the gym, stretching his arms over his head. Breathing heavily, Karen remained laying on her back and stared at the ceiling. Had that lumbering lunatic really just handed her ass to her? Her cheeks flushed red, stinging at the loss.

Worse yet, she couldn't help noticing how wet she was between her legs. She was reasonably sure she hadn't been before or even during their fight.

***

Alexa was giggling, tears of mirth at the corner of her eyes. They'd each had two drinks and were feeling very mellow. Karen smirked and rolled her eyes at her younger sister's inability to keep from laughing at her humiliation.

"Oh my God," Alexa tittered. "He nearly put a sword through you, and it made you wet?"

"Just about everything that man does makes me wet," Karen replied blithely, sipping at her third vaguely green drink. "Why does this surprise you?"

"I suppose it shouldn't," Alexa said, finally taking a breath and getting control of herself. "Just about everything Alex does makes me weak in the knees, even if I don't let him know it."

"Still weird to think of my son as a charmer," said the older woman, looking into her absinthe and champagne. "Clearly there are a lot of things I've failed to notice about him over the years."

"Mom visors?" quipped Alexa, smirking. She was really liking these drinks.

"P'raps," allowed Karen. "Although Alex might disagree, since he thinks I'm his harshest critic in many ways."

Alexa smiled and put her hand on top of her sister's, giving it a squeeze. "He doesn't, and he doesn't resent what you've done, either. If you weren't pushing him the way you do, he would never have the chance to exceed you and Mike. It's a big challenge."

She leaned in, smiling warmly. "And I should thank you; you've made him the man I fell in love with."

Karen sighed. "Trying to turn my son into the perfect catch, and it's my baby sister who scoops him up. What are the odds?"

Alexa giggled and drink her drink, exhaling and licking her lips. "Dayum, these things are powerful. They really loosen up the inhibitions."

"You're a Gordon-Blackwell woman, how many of those can you possibly have?" Karen asked, smirking and making her sister snicker again. "But yes, they do have a rather pleasing effect on one's proclivities."

Alexa nodded. "Yup."

Karen's eyes flickered in amusement. "Like getting turned on by your big sister, I take it?"

This made Alexa blush furiously and look at her lap. Karen sighed and shook her head. "Don't worry, Alli, it's natural. Even if you weren't drunk, I wouldn't blink about it."

"That ... sounds odd, considering your initial reaction to the news of Alex and myself ..." Alexa murmured, not quite sure how to respond.

"Slightly different matter, babe," Karen said, downing the rest of her drink. "I wouldn't blame you one bit for being sexually attracted to Mike and myself. You and I are alike enough that I can predict how you're feeling. You're scared to death of Michael, and you're not in love with me, it's just sexual attraction. Alex is a far more complex subject."

"It's just showing through because I'm kinda drunk," Alexa said. "I don't spend all my time thinking about you, it's just ... right here, like this, drinking absinthe, I'm feeling... really feeling... my sexual atraction to you, Kar."

"Oh, the glories of unbridled youth and its endless possibilities," Karen intoned, stroking her sister's hand somewhat sensually. "I remember it well. And, to be honest, I feel a strong sexual attraction to you, little sister. Pretty much since you got here. You must have noticed"

"Whoah," Alexa breathed, shaking her head. "Am I uber-drunk, or did you really just say that?"

"You heard me correctly," Karen said gently. "Mike and I both think you're incredibly attractive. If it weren't for Alex, I might very well have taken you for a casual lover when you'd come back."

"I ... don't think I could quite handle having Mike for a sex partner," Alexa admitted, still blushing. "You, yeah, but ... I dunno about Gigantor."

Karen smiled. "You've masturbated, thinking about me, haven't you?"

Alexa blushed but nodded. "Quite a lot, when I'm not thinking about Alex. And I've... spied on you two having sex more than a few times. I mean, I'm not the first little sister to spy on her older sister having sex, right?"

"Are you feeling conflicted about it?"

"Well, no, not exactly, I just ... don't know what to do about it." Alexa confessed.

"I can give you some perspective for your little dilemma in no time flat, I guarantee it," Karen declared. "How does that sound?"

Alexa didn't reply, but nodded subtly. Karen paid and took her sister by the hand, leading her to the women's washroom, a tiny affair meant for personal use. She led her sister in and locked the door after them.

"I ... how's this going to help cure me of the sexual attraction I have for you?" Alexa asked uncertainly.

"Do you trust me?" Karen asked, moving close to her sister and unbuttoning her blouse to expose her frilly, lacy bra.

Alexa bit her lip and nodded.

Karen said nothing, and the tiny room was silent as she pressed her body against Alexa's, her hands on the younger woman's hips. Alexa's breathing was all that could be heard. Karen smiled and stared into her eyes while her deft fingers lifted her sister's shirt from the waist and over her bust, exposing her lacy bra and the opulent breasts contained within.

"There is nothing wrong, in and of itself, with genetic sexual attraction," she said quietly, gliding a hand up her sister's thigh and waist, over her arm and shoulder. She gently touched Alexa's lips with the pad of her index and middle finger. Alexa shivered and tried not to kiss them, her skin flushed pink. "It's quite natural, really ..."

She had Alexa pressed back against the door, her breasts squashed to the blonde girl's as she leaned in, smiling sensually. Her lips were now scant inches from Alexa's who was breathing even more heavily now.

"Sexual attraction between two gorgeous, uninhibited sisters is perfectly understandable," she whispered, her lips almost brushing Alexa's. "It would be understandable in almost anyone's eyes. And to indulge it ..."

Alexa's eyes were closed, the brow line of her hair damp, her legs parting as one of Karen's nestled between them. She was trembling, trying to control her breathing.

"There's just one thing to remember, my lovely sister, if you and I were to make love ..." Karen breathed, moving in even closer to Alexa's warm, wet lips. Alexa's sapphire eyes were glazed with her desires and she shut them as she fought for control.

Karen's lips barely touched Alexa's as she spoke in the quietest voice.

"You'd need to make sure it wouldn't completely destroy your relationship with Alex ..."

Alexa's eyes flicked open and she shivered at the words. Karen pulled back slowly, so that their bodies were no longer touching, and she smiled at her sister, from whom all lack of inhibition seemed to be draining rapidly. Alexa sighed loudly and her head thunked against the door behind her.

"All better?" Karen asked as she began buttoning up her blouse, while she observed her sister with a smirk.

"Yuuuuuup," Alexa confirmed, wiping her forehead. "You said the magic words, all right. My sexual attraction to my sister is in for some serious scrutiny."

"That's how I control my attraction for you," Karena agreed, nodding. "I just think about how damned awkward it would make everything for certain people."

"Do I get to blame this on alcohol?" Alexa asked hopefully, trying to adjust herself to look normal. She did her best to ignore the fact that her panties were very sticky.

"One would think," Karen said simply. "I doubt I would have gotten as far as I did if you were sober. And to be honest, I probably wouldn't have been that brazen in teaching you, if I'd had no drinks in me."

"Well, I'm glad you maintained control," Alexa admitted, smoothing out her skirt. "Because I was a goner if you hadn't mentioned Alex."

"Stupid boys," Karen agreed. "Shall we punish them by messing with their heads?"

Alexa smiled evilly. "I get the feeling I'm gonna really enjoy this ..."

***

Alex and Mike were sitting in Mike's office, playing Go on his desk. Alex was trying to prevent a tsuru-no sugimori situation when both of their phones buzzed. The two men blinked, paused their game and picked up their phones.

"We're out looking for sexy outfits!" read the messages from their respective women. The picture they both received showed Karen and Alexa standing together in a changing booth, holding up incredibly small lingerie for their phone cameras. Both women were smirking at the camera, standing close to one another.

Alex made a wry face and looked up at his dad, who said nothing, still observing his screen.

"Whaddya think?" asked the next message, showing the sisters standing back-to-back, wearing tiny thongs, their ass cheeks pressed together. They had their arms stretching back to cover one another's breasts, since they were no longer wearing bras.

"Ummmmm ..." Alex said uncertainly. "What's gotten into mom?"

"Absinthe," sighed Mike. "Brace up, bucko."

Sure enough, another message arrived moments later, this one asking if the sisters looked hot, and the picture was taken from an angle above them both. They were both winking at the camera, but now facing one another, their breasts squashed together and possibly missing the thongs.

Alex squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, trying to focus. "Dad, they're ... they're not --"

"No?" Mike replied, shaking his head. "I think. At least, I'm about fifty-one percent sure they're not. I know there's potent sexual chemistry there, we've discussed it, but your mom probably won't indulge it, because of you."

"I think I'm relieved," Alex admitted, pinching his eyes. "But I guess I'm hardly in a place to say they're doing something weird."

"That's what your mom'd tell you, Mister Lannister," Mike agreed. "They're just messing with our heads."

"Is it working?" Alex asked as another picture arrived, this one showing the sisters sitting together in an embrace, breasts pressed again, cheek to cheek as they mugged for the camera. "I think it is."

"Probably working better on you than it is on me," Mike mused. "Only because I'm more used to your mother's drunk shenanigans than you are. But even I'm not immune to Gordon woman psychological warfare. Never have been."

"Yeah, I'm done ..." Alex said, putting down his phone as a picture showed up of their tiny thongs pressed together, as if the sisters were squirming their pussies against one another. Given how he'd recently found Alexa bent over double and licking herself, he shouldn't have been surprised. "This is getting too bizarre."

"They'll quit soon enough," Mike said, holding up a hand to assure his son. "Best just ride it out, because if they think they got to you and made you quit, they'll just get worse."

"Mom is sexting us, dad," Alex pointed out. "Nothing weird about that?"

"She probably decided there wasn't when you wanted to marry her little sister," Mike answered, shrugging. "I probably should've told you earlier , but one of the really big challenges you'll have to overcome if you and Alexa are in love is your mom trolling you. It'll be her way of reconciling it and dealing with it. And chances are Alexa will be involved."

"Here I thought it was bad enough when it was just her, Freja and Jeanie," Alex said almost glumly. "One would think having four insanely hot women sexting me would make me the happiest man alive."

Their phones buzzed and Mike opened his message.

"Don't open it, Alex," he warned. "Just ... don't."

Alex put his phone back down, shaking his head wearily.

***

He slowly rolled off his wife and they both sighed in contentment. Sweating and flushed with bliss, Alexa looked over at Alex and caressed his cheek.

"That was intense," she purred, smiling. "Don't tell me that seeing me getting all naked with your mom turned you on, you naughty boy."

"Suffice to say you got me turned on despite of my mother's involvement," he replied, reveling in her touch. "Frankly, I'm pretty sure you could be grinding pussy with a dumpster fire or a petri dish full of Ebola, and I'd still be turned on by you."

Alexa giggled. "You should probably stop giving me ideas, husband-mine."

"Yes, you clam-jousting with my mother was totally my idea," he said dryly, pulling her close. She turned on her side and snuggled into him, her hand reaching down to stroke his cock, which was softening now. "Somehow, it's always the dude's fault."

"We didn't actually clam-joust, thank you," she whispered, nipping at his ear. "Would've been hot, though."

"And my parents claim that they're the ones who need time to adjust to this new dynamic ..." Alex muttered, while she giggled and drew the blanket over them.

***

The clash of steel rang across the gym, as blades crossed and parried. Karen smiled grimly as she shuffled forward, ignoring the stiffness in her wrist and the ache in her shoulder. Her free hand sat on her hip and she bent low as she ducked the sabre that passed over her head.

She surged forward and thrust, knowing that her attack would be parried, but counting on it as well. Mike caught the edge of her sabre, but just barely, as it rolled around his blade. Unlike scoring with the foil or épée, one could score a point using the edge of a sabre, meaning that matches were often circular and very fast, with blades sliding along one another frequently at close quarters. But she was well inside his guard now, and she smiled up at him, pressing her breasts to his chest and squirming them.

In the split second of distraction that her soft breasts pressed to him provided, Karen twisted and jammed her hips under his, while reaching back and putting her arm behind his shoulder. Before he could react, she pulled and threw him over her hip, hard, and let gravity do the rest.

Mike landed on the sprung wood floor with a gym-shaking boom, flat on his back. His eyes had only just focused when he noticed the tip of the sabre pointing between them. He blinked a few times, trying to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

"Do you yield, big man?" Karen asked, standing over him and smirking.

"And how ..." he replied, nodding slightly.

She sauntered around his immense bulk and stood atop him before squatting down, her behind resting on his hips. She tapped her blade along his chest, a look of haughty triumph on her face.

"That was quite the maneuver," Mike said, looking up at his beautiful wife. "Not sure how legal it was."

Karen shrugged. "You're larger, faster and stronger than me. If it weren't for tits and treachery, what chance would I possibly have?"

He smiled as she gazed up and down her fabulous frame. She was wearing the white bodysuit of a fencer, minus the mask. The Velcro strip that held her jacket closed ran diagonally across her chest, from right shoulder down to the left side of her waist. She was resting her chin on her hand, the elbow on her knee. She smiled down at him, toying with her sabre point across his broad chest. Unlike her, he wasn't wearing the white, because there was no fencing outfit readily available in his height or dimensions.

"You're very skilled and you know it," he answered, smiling now. "True, you're better with the sabre than you are with the épée, but the difference is minimal."

"I think these are my two best weapons," she quipped, pressing her breasts together between her arms. "Wouldn't you agree?"

He reached up and took hold up her jacket, pulling strongly at the flap. The Velcro made a loud tearing sound, but he had not merely pulled the jacket open; despite the sturdy stitching, he had torn the garment wide open, exposing Karen's bare, opulent breasts. She'd been wearing nothing beneath the fencing jacket. She gasped in a mixture of shock and excitement at his assertiveness.

"Go on," she sighed, leaning forward slightly as his huge hands now came to rest on her soft orbs and began caressing them. "My weapons, maybe, but they belong to you, my love."

Karen put her sabre aside and removed the remains of her fencing jacket, clad now only in the tight-fitting pants and the shoes. She ran her hands along her husband's chest as he massaged and squeezed her breasts and began rocking her hips slowly. If anyone walked by the gym and happened to look in, they were going to get quite a show. Neither of them cared.

Mike pinched and tugged on his wife's nipples gently, making her shiver. Her fingers flexed on his chest. Karen leaned down and kissed him eagerly, her body flush and warm from the exertions of their fencing, followed by his powerful hands on her. She began stripping away his shirt and shorts, eventually lying down between his legs. She deftly removed his shoes and socks, leaving the huge man naked on the gym floor.

She took his immense tool in her hand and smiled up at him slyly while giving it a kiss. His hands grazed through her silken, bronze hair, caressing her scalp. Karen swirled her tongue around the tip, teasing him before slowly taking him into her mouth, pushing her wet lips down the length. She was already skillfully removing her own clothes with her free hand.

Michael watched in rapture as his wife bobbed up and down slowly on his cock. She was the only one who was able to take his whole length, a gift he was eternally grateful for. She hummed around his shaft, sending shivers through him. Even after more than twenty years of marriage, she could still curl his toes like no one else.

She smiled at him, her tawny eyes soft with love and glassy with lust. Her hand moved up and down his length behind her mouth, using a gentle twisting motion. It wasn't long at all before he was hard as a steel rod, throbbing with excitement as she slowly enveloped his cock between her breasts and began squirming around, massaging him. Karen sighed in pleasure, loving the feeling of her husband against her.

Mike finally tugged gently on her cheeks, indicating that he wished to reciprocate. Purring in delight, Karen slowly moved up his body, stopping to kiss him before straddling his face. He took gentle hold of her thighs and began kissing and licking her gooey pussy, which ached with desire for his touch. His tongue slithered about her netherlips and over her clit as she arched her back and moaned.

Karen whimpered as she felt his tongue doing those insane tricks inside her. He'd always claimed he was just spelling her name using Elvish or Klingon letters, but she didn't care, either. She'd never felt anything like it and even after all this time, she'd never tired of it. Pleasure tingled and rippled through her, making her a willing slave to his passions.

Without his wife saying anything, Mike knew when the moment was right to release her, and she moved back down his body until she was over his hips again, taking hold of his cock and teasing it against her slippery entrance. The thick head penetrated her, and she sighed. Then she sank down slowly, taking him all the way inside until he was buried to the hilt.

Nothing on earth could feel as good as this. Nothing.

Karen leaned forward and settled down onto him, letting her husband wrap his arms around her, and they kissed deeply, lovingly, as her warm, wet pussy held onto him. She rocked back and forth slowly on his cock, shuddering as he moved deep inside her. She thrilled to the feeling of his cock opening her, pushing her walls apart, a stretch that touched her soul. Since the very first time they'd made love, all those years ago, she'd known there was no one else for her. This was her completeness. Nothing else would ever matter in her life, until they'd created their own.