All Chapters of No Rules, Just Pleasure: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Things got even better the next round. Becky had to play with her nipple for a minute (behind her bra, it was barely anything interesting), I had to admit that I had a crush on some girl at work (I wasn't going to mention Sierra in that moment. I wasn't that stupid), and Joey ended up standing on one leg and singing the Star-Spangled Banner (like I said, the game was weird).But spectacular Sierra also lost her last piece of overwear, slipping her slim skirt down her long legs. She was wearing a pair of bright bikini briefs that matched her shining scarlet bra. Her panties kept everything covered, sadly, but seeing the shape of her thighs and butt was more than enough reward. I was suddenly very glad that Becky had guilted me into going to her parents' house for Thanksgiving.Becky refilled our drinks while we got used to our new state of mostly undressed. Eyes went everywhere, examining everyone in detail. The scotch was running low, but my wife came back with another bottle, this ti

"It's not the same," Becky said, "I'm looking at my life and I'm starting to wonder about where I'm at. What I'm doing. Is this really my career, my life? Or do I want something more?""Like kids?" Joey prompted."You've been talking to Mom too much," Becky said, "But yes. Maybe?"I startled. I'd been talking about kids for the past year and gotten completely stonewalled. Now Becky was admitting she was at least thinking about it. That was big."I guess being home is part of it too," Becky said, "I used to be so young and fun. Now here I am, feeling like an old lady. I like my life, you know? But sometimes I miss the young, wild me. I don't remember saying goodbye to her, and now she's totally gone. It makes me sad sometimes."The room was silent. I don't think Becky had planned on going full monologue, but now that she had, it hit the room like a Hulk fist, smashing through our alcohol-induced good cheer."Sorry to be such a downer," Becky said."It's fine," I said, "I wish you could

Joey pushed his chair back from the table to give his sister room. Becky stood in front of her brother, hands on her hips. She shook her head at him. "You're so bad.""Yet you're the one who got spanked, sis," Joey said. He grinned at her knowingly.For a moment, I saw Becky's confident veneer falter. She tried to tuck her pale blonde hair behind her ear."Can I maybe get some music?" she asked."I don't want to wake up your parents," Sierra said.Holy crap. We'd gotten so into this, I'd forgotten the elder Wisniewskis were sleeping off their turkey binge in the master bedroom, up the stairs and all the way down the hall."If they haven't woken up by now," I said, letting my sentence trail off."I'll put it on low," Sierra said. She picked up her phone and picked something with a pulsing beat. Then she turned over the timer.Becky is an athletic girl. She can usually keep up with me on runs and she was a cheerleader in high school. But she has zero rhythm. I mean none.I guess with th

But there was something odd in the finality of her refutation. Like it was somehow less convincing than a half-confession.We went quiet after that. Eventually I must have drifted off, though I don't remember doing it. I can't imagine how I fell asleep, being honest. But, at some point, consciousness must have slipped away because the next thing I remember is popping awake to a dark room.The bed next to me was empty. The covers folded back.I slipped out from under the sheets. The quiet of the house seemed to dampen every sound. I opened the bedroom door. Everything was dark. Had Becky gone to the bathroom?Then I heard whispers coming from downstairs.I slunk down the hallway. I could see, now, a small orange light was on in the kitchen, but nothing more. The hushed voices became clearer. Becky and Joey were both standing by the dining room table. Still in their underwear. I noticed my wife's thin hand resting on her brother's chest."I don't think we should," Becky said."So why ar

Finally, Becky broke the silence. "I think I'll sleep in Joey's room tonight," she said, like the thought had just occurred to her. The siblings looked at each other, shared a goofy laugh, then practically skipped up the stairs holding hands."That's going to be a problem," I said, watching my wife's little butt jiggle as she went up the stairs."Probably," Sierra said. She reached down and squeezed my hand. I looked into her eyes. I'd noticed them earlier, of course, but suddenly I found them positively striking. Almost more beautiful than the girl herself. Which, as I've said, was really saying something."So, I have a guest bed upstairs," I said, "If you'd like to check it out. There's a whole collection of creepy dishware and everything. Plus, a few old boardgames.""Sounds like something I have to see," Sierra said.When we finally fell asleep, my dick was still buried in her perfect pussy.* * * * *I didn't spend the next Thanksgiving with the Wisniewskis because I was no longe