Swapping Sisters: The Pick Up

By Zoe Waters

It's been four years since Danny took his wife's sister on a sexual road trip to give her the release she desired. She now needs a ride home and Danny volunteered for the task, hoping Avery would be willing to have a repeat of their first trip. Will she be as eager as he is to rekindle their passion or will his fantasies of another romp with Avery go bust? Warning - 18+ only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zoe Waters
• Release date: Jun 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311059840

Zoe Waters

Zoe Waters is a freelance writer by day and an erotic novel writer by night. She has been writing and publishing mainstream fiction for over a decade but prefers the titillation of erotic fiction. When not writing, Zoe is scuba diving, hiking with her dog, or trying out the stuff she writes about, if only in her mind. Zoe can be reached at zoewaters13 at hotmail.com. Follow her on Twitter @ZoeWaters13

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Swapping Sisters: The Pick Up

By Zoe Waters

Copyright 2014 Zoe Waters

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Swapping Sisters: The Pick Up

The words I’d waited four year to hear were finally uttered by my wife: Danny, Avery needs a ride home next weekend. I have that work thing I told you about. Would you mind going?

I didn’t answer right away as I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep the excitement I felt out of my words. Carrie continued, Of course you don’t have to. Why don’t I send her bus fare to get back to town instead of you going?

Hell no, I couldn’t let that happen! No, I’m good to get her. I’ve been itching for a road trip and this gives me a perfect excuse. And she’s your sister after all, we can’t just tell her to take the bus.

Sure we can.

Careful, I warned myself. Don’t be too obvious. I keep meaning to get to that sporting goods store I was telling you about that’s only an hour or so from the commune. That’ll work out perfectly.

You sure? Carrie asked, a look of doubt on her face.

I took her in my arms, my hands lightly circling her waist. Yes, I’m sure. Like you said, you’ll be busy working that weekend anyway.

Think you can drop Avery off at Gina’s place? Carrie asked, naming a mutual friend that lived a few miles from us.

No problem. As I leaned down to kiss Carrie, my mind flew back four years in time to when I’d taken Avery to the commune. The ride had been a ruse to get some alone time with me so we could get it on. Apparently Avery had had a string of pathetic lovers who couldn’t bring her to climax, something she’d hoped I could help her with. I was happy to report the mission was accomplished at the hotel where we’d stopped to break the trip into two days. The morning afterward, she gave me a blowjob in the shower that to this day hasn’t been topped in terms of intensity. Later that morning, I’d eaten her luscious pussy on the roof of the hotel until she came, flooding my mouth with the taste of her. I’d also rubbed her one off in the car while driving. And just before we’d arrived at the commune, we stopped and had sex one last time on a tiny island in the middle of a lake. Another couple had thought of the idea first and we watched them screw one another before we’d shagged. It had been a great 24 hours, one I would never forget. The thought of possibly having a repeat of sexual adventures when I picked her up next weekend had my cock hard in seconds. I told myself not to get too excited. For all I knew, this time all Avery wanted was a ride, nothing more.

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The days before my road trip crawled by. I replayed the scenario of seeing Avery about a thousand times in my head. I wondered if she was the same woman or if her time at the commune had changed her. Maybe now she was only into sunshine and rainbows, I had no idea. Maybe she had taken a vow of chastity for the rest of her life. It was a scary thought with a pussy as delicious as hers but it was in the realm of possibility. The other extreme – Avery wanting me as much as I wanted her – sounded like heaven but that was probably wishful thinking.

Avery was scheduled to leave the commune at ten Saturday morning. I left work at noon on Friday, planning to spend the night at a hotel close to the commune. The drive was peaceful as my mind continually replayed the last time I saw Avery. By the time I arrived at my hotel, I could almost remember how she tasted. She was like a ripe fruit that had grown in a flower garden. I loved every minute I’d spent with my face buried in her crotch.

Ten minutes after going to my room, I was antsy. Flipping channels on the TV didn’t help nor did pacing the space. I knew I was just horny as my thoughts all day had involved one sexual position or another with Avery. I was tempted to get a porno and jerk off but then I had a flash of inspiration; were there any full-release massage parlours around? I grabbed my iPhone off the nightstand and did a Google search. I kept being directed to a