Vector - Ch. 6

6.

Claire sat at her makeup vanity, a hair dryer in one hand, a brush in the other, blowing out her auburn hair with a series of strokes, leaving it flat, sleek and shiny.  She scarcely noticed what she was doing as it was part of her daily morning routine, the motions expert and automatic.

Claire had virtually forgotten the strange bout that had come over her last night.  Instead her mind was back on earlier this morning, a small smile playing on her lips.  Having had not just one steamy morning romp session, but two..!  Maybe more like two-and-a-half to three, really.  After their roll in the bed, she and Justin had done it twice more in the shower.  They hadn’t gone at each other like that since they’d first started dating, many years ago, and even then, she didn’t recall the intensity being what it had been this morning.

She ought to initiate things like this more often, Claire thought to herself.  She knew that she and Justin’s sexual appetites were different, that she simply just wasn’t in the mood nearly as often as he was.  But she couldn’t help that.  Did he really want to do it with her when she wasn’t in the mood for it?  He seemed to accept that.

It wasn’t exactly coincidence that they tended to have sex whenever Jane was visiting, however.  It was perhaps more territorial instinct than calculation, but Claire always felt just a little insecure when her sister was around.  Maybe it was because everyone one of her boyfriends had at one point or another wondered out loud, what if they’d dated Jane?  She found that irritating.

Still, in a lot of ways, she felt sorry for her sister.  Claire had always been the good, dutiful, successful older daughter, Jane the troublemaker.  Claire had been homecoming queen at their high school, while Jane had fallen in with the town lowlifes, whom their parents detested.  When Claire had graduated university and was starting off her career, Jane was floundering through community college, barely making it through.  Around the time that Claire had bought her first place, her sister gotten fired from her job, having gone wild with some financially successful but scuzzy bar owner.  Claire suspected that Jane had developed a pretty bad cocaine habit, though she never shared that with their parents and she could never confront Jane about it herself.  What would be the point?  She was already barely speaking to her parents.  If Claire were to try and intervene, Jane would just get angry and not keep in contact with any of them. 

That had been a pretty dark period of time for their family, her parents stressed to the max, but Jane had eventually turned the corner and gotten a decent job through a friend of hers and started to do well.  She’d started dating a contractor she met through the job and while he wasn’t the greatest catch in the world by Claire’s estimation, he was nonetheless a step up from the usual riffraff, and her parents, while not thrilled, seemed happy enough that she was at least settled.  

And then the divorce had happened.  Chaos and turmoil.  Claire found herself worrying both about her sister falling off again and her parents who were even more obsessed with that possibility, and in general this new level of uncertainty for Jane’s future.  Her sister went quickly through a series of rebound relationships and seemed to be reverting in many ways to her worst behaviors.

Unexpectedly however, she appeared to level out, on her own.  She’d become obsessed with fitness, which could be annoying due to her constant and dogmatic preoccupation with it, but then, there were worse things in the world to be obsessed about.  The only thing about it though..  Claire would never admit it to anyone, but for the very first time in her life, she felt somewhat jealous and competitive of her sister’s new figure.  Really, it was the only time ever that Jane was actually better than her in some way, so it was rather shameful to feel this way.

She could recall a few different occasions where she was out at the mall, shopping with her sister and a talent scout handed her a card for a modeling agency or to be in a music video, while Jane had been completely ignored.  How many other times had Jane stood in her shadow?  How many other ways?   

She knew Jane dressed and acted proactively to get the kind of attention that came to Claire without even trying, attention she didn’t even want.  Now that Jane was single and looking better than ever, would she, Claire, begrudge her that?  Could she wish her sister well only as long as she wasn’t doing better than Claire herself?  It was an awful thought, one which she tried her best to make untrue.

All of that aside, none of it was the reason she’d come on to her husband last night or this morning.  Now, she recalled dinner last night, feeling like she was coming down with something, a general wooziness, her head clouded.  She couldn’t really remember much beyond that, only later somehow already being in bed,  laying in a restless, uncomfortable sleep, her mind flashing with a series of incoherent thoughts that made little sense.  It felt almost like her brain was shifting around…  Mostly asleep, she’d clutched at her head, fingers tangled up in her auburn hair…

She’d suddenly woken abruptly, feeling stiflingly hot.  She’d kicked off the covers and found that that wasn’t enough.  She was still half-dressed and shucked off her remaining clothes too.  Claire had felt like her skin was on fire, and she ran her hands over her arms, shivering slightly as she did so.  She’d felt feverish, but also thrumming with some… pent-up restlessness.  Claire had sat up in bed, naked, noticing suddenly that the bathroom light was on, and that the shower was running, noting that Justin must be in there getting ready for bed.

And then instantly she’d known what was wrong, what she needed, though the way that it came to her, it was as though it wasn’t even her own idea.  That didn’t matter though… 

Rather than heading to the bathroom, Claire had first walked, topless, into her closet and pulled out a sexy black nightie and pulled it on.  She bent over, pulling off her panties, unsurprised to find that they were drenched through.  Then she had crossed over and wrapped her arms around her husband’s chest…

It had been hot, so hot going down on Justin…  Usually she hated it, doing it only occasionally when she felt especially obligated to be a good wife, Valentine’s Day or his birthday…  But this time it was different.  Having his warm, hard erection in his mouth was such a turn-on for some reason.  Being down on her knees in front of him, getting him off, servicing him… it all lit up the pleasure centers of Claire’s brain.  She felt herself dripping, lubrication leaking down her thighs and she wanted him, wanted her husband between her legs, filling her up, only… she needed something more, need something else…

When precum welled up and oozed out of the tip of Justin’s swollen cockhead, Claire had swirled her tongue over it, and there was sudden instant euphoria.  It blossomed in Claire’s head, seeming to radiate from her tongue, and then it spread throughout her body, her nipples growing hard, her clit engorging painfully.  It was good, so good…  And she needed more.

If she’d reacted so powerfully to just that scant taste, what would his whole entire load be like..?   She’d never done this with Justin before, but this time was different.  She needed to have that big burst of hot, sticky cum filling her mouth, coating her tongue, needed to swallow it down, have it filling her belly…  She heard him half-heartedly protesting, knew that he was close and Claire re-doubled her efforts, wanting it, needing it.

What’re you doing..?

Some part of herself had vaguely wondered what was going on, why she was sucking off her husband like her life depended on it.  Claire had no answers but it also seemed unimportant to know.  All that was important was getting more than that small taste, she needed it, needed it all…

Justin had choked out for her stop, even as his tool had grown extra rigid, burning hot in her mouth, and she felt her clit twitch in anticipation, pressing her tongue against the sensitive underside of his head, sucking hard…

And then it had happened; Justin had jammed his cock hard into her face and then cum positively exploded out, filling her mouth.  Claire’s eyes had gone wide, and she felt her pussy spasming; unbelievably, she was having an orgasm without even touching herself down there.  

Justin’s cumming in my mouth.

The thought was thrilling, exhilarating, turning her on beyond anything she’d ever experienced before.  She’d felt tears leaking out of her blue eyes, moaning loudly, muffled by the cock in her mouth, compulsively swallowing all the while, trying and failing to keep up with the pulsing flow, feeling it overflow and spill over her lips, dripping down and spattering on her tits…

When at last the pulses had subsided down to a few last weak spurts, which Claire had still hungrily sucked down, she could barely think straight.  It was as though a fuse had blown in her head.  She didn’t remember going back to bed, only remembered waking up in the morning with Justin asleep beside her.  The memories of the previous night had come flooding back and Claire only knew one thing…  

She needed more…

***

Justin’s order was taking forever.

Normally, he wouldn’t mind.  He’d pass the time by checking out Tracy, the cute red-haired college girl who worked part-time as hostess on the weekends.  He wasn’t in the mood for that at all just then, however.

The typical Saturday morning rush had most of the booths in the pancake house occupied, servers and busboys bustling about with stacks of plates and trays of hot breakfast food and it was twenty minutes before Tracy even came over to see what Justin needed.  He ordered a generous amount of pancakes, eggs, bacon and sausage, thinking that he ought to have gone to a fast food place instead, or at least called ahead.

But then, he hadn’t really been in a position to plan ahead before leaving the house, had he?

What was he going to do, Justin wondered to himself.  He’d gotten with his wife’s sister.  In the garage!  And they hadn’t been particularly discreet either, both of them had been so loud, it wouldn’t be a surprise to know that Claire had heard them.  In the immediate aftermath, he couldn’t deal with that possibility.

So, like a coward, he’d just run away.  If Claire had heard them, Jane would have to be the one to deal with it.  And then what..?  Justin would have to come home and deal with the repercussions.  He imagined the scene before him when got back if Claire did know.  Jane, probably thrown out of the house.  Claire would be hysterical, in tears, screaming about betrayal and heartbreak, calling him every name in the book.

And he’d deserve it, wouldn’t he?  Every word of it.  What had he been thinking?

As Justin sat down on a stool at the counter, waiting for his order, he couldn’t understand why he’d chosen to think with his dick instead of his brain.  After all, he knew better… it wasn’t the first time he’d ever been flirted with or tempted during their marriage.  To cheat on Claire with Jane of all the women in the world…  that would be unforgivable to Claire.  Betrayed by both her husband and her sister…

It was just that…  Justin didn’t know.  His arousal had been so powerful.  He’d been almost helpless to stand up against it. That seemed like a terribly flimsy excuse to him, and he couldn’t imagine trying to use that as an explanation for his behavior, but it was true nonetheless.  The reality was, Justin had been extremely horny all morning long.  For sure, his wife coming onto him like it was mating season, and seeing his sister-in-law getting eaten out by his scandalous, attractive neighbor had been like throwing gasoline on the fire, but that didn’t account for his amazing stamina.  He’d busted a load four times this morning.

And thinking about this morning, despite the feelings of guilt, Justin could feel a stirring in his loins.  He wasn’t exactly ready to go again this minute, but he felt like he could be before long…  

What the hell was going on?  Jane throwing herself at him.  Claire throwing herself at him, too.  Justin himself raring to go, unable to control his own impulse. It was as though all of them had had their hormones amped up somehow, acting beyond their own volition.

Justin abruptly thought back to the airport yesterday, the way it had gone into lockdown just as they were leaving.  What Jane had said about the flight over.  What if..?

The idea that occurred to him seemed even crazier than what was actually happening to him.

 C’mon, Justin told himself.  Get real.

That was the stuff of a teenage boy’s fantasies.  Where it was just that easy to get some…  Where everyone acted out of compulsions that weren’t their own, and weren’t responsible for their own actions.

If something like that were true, then it wouldn't be his fault, or Jane’s even.  There would be a reason they couldn’t help themselves.  If it were true, he wasn’t properly in control of himself when he’d bent Jane over the hood of the car and banged her fucking brains out while he felt up her hot, supple body…

Jesus Christ, what is wrong with you..?!

Justin shifted uncomfortably on the bar stool, feeling his member starting to grow hard again.  How could he possibly be getting aroused yet again, so soon?

It wasn’t that hard to see why though, was it?  Jane’s fine body, her hot, wet, tight, little pussy…  somehow the same and yet different from her sister’s pussy, which he knew intimately well…  Claire’s sister, similar in so many ways to her, but so much more of a whore…

Goddamnit, stop this…  stop it now, you sick bastard..!

Justin’s head was spinning.  Guilt.  Shame.  Lust.  Over and over again.  The lust made him feel guilty, the guilt was perversely hot.  He kept swinging back and forth, disgusted with himself for being unfaithful to Claire, for messing around with that self-centered nuisance of an in-law, back to getting stiff at the thought of railing his classy, straight-laced wife’s hard-bodied, slutty sister.

It took around half an hour for Justin’s order to come out, and by then the cycle had become distinctly one-sided.  He checked out Tracy’s nice little ass several times as she walked back and forth to the hostess podium.  His worries about his wife’s hurt and anger were a far distant concern.  Instead, he vaguely wondered if Jane were still at the house whether she’d come on to him again, and whether he’d be able to resist.  Deep inside, he knew that his mind was already made up on that.

His erection was starting to throb inside of his pants, and he found that rather than dreading going back to the house, he was almost anticipating it.  Christ, he was horny.  He gave Tracy one last appreciative glance as he passed by, heading out the door with a full paper bag in hand.

When he approached his car, all he could think of was the way that Jane had been bent over it, right at the front, grinding up against the fender, just there over the passenger side tire.   

He knew wasn’t thinking straight but he couldn’t make himself care.  He just wanted to get home.