Jack never liked the holidays, especially because he never liked being with his wife's family. For her part as a wife, Heather was kind and gentle, but she was very family-oriented. Jack loved his wife and so, every year of their 5-year marriage, they traveled north to spend four days with the fam.
He didn't mind the family, really, but it was more the fact that he just wanted to be at his own home to relax and drink and have sex with his pretty young wife. Was that so much to ask?
On the first night, Heather got into her childhood bed and stripped down completely naked and pushed her butt against Jack's thickening cock. In that position, he slid his cock into his wife's 26-year-old pussy and fucked her slowly, romantically until he came deep inside her. He was clothed and she remained naked with his cum in her the whole night.
The next morning when Jack awoke, Heather was gone, already downstairs, making breakfast with her parents. He rolled over and looked at his phone for a bit until he heard a new voice. Dina.
Dina, Heather's older sister, lived in California and rarely made it back to see her parents and sister. She was trying to make it as an actress and looked the part. Tall and skinny, maybe too skinny in some areas. Her butt was perfectly proportioned so it actually looked like she had a good ass. Jack was always a fan. Her hair was dyed nearly platinum blonde and when Jack came downstairs, everyone but Dina greeted him. That was the standard. Dina neither liked or disliked Jack, she just sort of tolerated him. Her hair now was pulled back in a messy ponytail and not nearly as luminous. She had on tight yoga pants that were tighter than he'd ever seen. Way tighter on Dina than what his own wife's workout pants looked like when she wore them.
Jack went to hug Dina who was not all that interested but her baggy hoodie fanned out and she embraced him with a weak side hug.
"Dina is just now getting in," Heather said, stirring pancake batter, "She traveled all night."
"I am so exhausted. I'm going to go lie down." Dina departed for her makeshift room in the basement and Heather and her parents and I ate a lovely breakfast and talked about the plans for the weekend.
That night is when things got interesting, and when many lines were crossed and never recovered.
Jack and everyone else went shopping then out to a big dinner. The next day was Christmas Eve so when they got home, Heather's parents went right to bed, and Jack, Heather, and Dina stayed up drinking in the basement, which had a fully stocked bar. A few shots, a few bottles of wine. Everyone was toasted. Soon, Heather pulled Jack close and said in a whisper, "Come on..." implying, of course, that she was drunk and horny.
Instead of dutifully going up to her room and fucking her, Jack had other plans that had been forming all day and all night. He wasn't proud of it either.
Hours earlier, Jack was behind the wheel of his in-laws' SUV, driving Heather and Dina to the mall. The in-laws drove separately to conceal the gifts. At the mall, Heather seemed to fixate on shopping and chatting with her mom, and Heather's dad, Stan, wasn't much of a talker, so Jack was stuck walking with, and behind, often, Dina. He didn't mind the view. She had on different workout pants, purple and nearly painted on. She wore a fleece and a ponytail. Everyone else was 10 steps ahead when they got to the elevator. Two steps down, Jack tried to not stare into his sister-in-laws ass, but he made quick glances anyway, his cock feeling thick.
About halfway up, Dina leaned to one side and let out a long silent fart, almost directly in Jack's face. He didn't really notice anything till she turned around and made the "shhh" sign with her pointer finger and thin lips. He didn't know what she meant. It didn't smell bad, so he was oblivious to anything other than her ass. Sure, maybe the mall was a little funky smelling, that is it. At the top of the escalator, she waited for him and said, "Sorry. You were in a bad spot."
"What do you mean?" Jack asked.
"Oh." Dina paused. "Nothing. Ha. Let's catch up with them."
That was the nicest thing she'd ever said to him. And from that point on, she was much more warm. She talked as the strolled the mall floors, told Jack stories of L.A., dating, and how hard it is to make it in Hollywood. He nodded and said he wasn't bold enough to chase his dream of being a novelist, and so on.
After dinner at a chain mall restaurant, it was time to leave. Heather kissed Jack and told him she was going to ride home with her parents. So it was Jack and Dina in the big SUV, alone, and only Dina knew that just a bit ago, he took in her gas and now, for some reason, she was horny. Beyond so.
Dina couldn't believe it either. Why had that made her want to fuck her brother-in-law? Now she had him alone in the car...
He pulled out of the parking lot and Dina said, "You know, I need to confess. I told you about my dating back at the mall because, believe it or not, I haven't been with a guy....you know, like that, in a while. I guess I am lonelier than I thought."
Jack, unsure of what to say, nodded and drove. He, too, was feeling sexually frustrated. But not because he didn't have sex, he had sex a lot with his wife, but she never let him do anything too far out there. All he said was, "That must be tough. I hope you can sort that out."
Before he could react, her hand was rubbing his crotch. "I am weird. I know it. I know I am wrong for everyone, but I know I can be open with you, because you won't ever say anything to anyone about it. Right?"
His cock hardened and he looked at her for a moment. She was biting her lip. She said again, "Right?"
He nodded and pulled off into the park reserve right off the main road. "Right."
Dina texted her sister that she and Jack were going to stop for one extra special present for her, won't be long.
"I am weird. No one would ever know."
Jack unbuckled his pants, in sheer lust, and said, "Weird, how?"
She takes his cock in her little warm hand and grips it. "Well, for one, I have no idea why but I knew I wanted to fuck you just a bit ago. When I knew you were staring at my butt....but guess what?" She stroked a quick stroke. "I let a nasty fart out right into your face..."
Normally, Jack wouldn't like knowing that, or, maybe he did, he hadn't considered it, but now, with his hard cock in his sister-in-law's hand, he said, "I'd do anything to be near your butt."
It sounded weird, and it is, but he meant it. He had long dreamed of this moment, but normally, the dream would fade because up until an hour ago, she hadn't given him the time of day. She stroked some more, long, sensual strokes and asked, "Does my sister like this cock?"
Jack nodded, deep in carnal bliss. Already knowing he will never say anything about this.
She picked up the pace. "Did you like smelling my fart? That gas from my perfect...tight..bum."
He nodded trying to not cum.
"Do you like dirty talk?" she asked.
"Yes. Ugh. I do."
"Do you like knowing that a hot girl like me farts in public? We all do. My sister does too. I bet she never lets on though."
He kissed her then, and then his whole life was about to change.
At first he fingered her pussy, tight and hairless, while she was still fully clothed. The heat in the car was on but soon, they knew they needed to be somewhere with the tinted windows. The back seat folds down, he thought. So he got out and awkwardly walked briskly to the back seat door on the passenger side. She met him and they crawled in together as the seat folded down effortlessly.
Tme melted and soon they were naked except for their shoes. He was on top of her, hammering away at her semi-famous pussy, grunting with each thrust.
Her legs curled around him, but not tightly, she grabbed his head and said, "My pussy is tighter than Heather's?" Her white running shoes clunking together.
Jack grunted and considered her question, even in his rhythm. "You're so much fucking tighter."
Then, out of nowhere, she came. Hard, and loud. As her body convulsed, she squealed, "Say something filthy now. Anything. Say it."
He didn't know then why, and to this day has no idea why, but he said into her sweaty cold ear, "Show me where you poop from."
She smiled wickedly as her orgasm subsided and said, "So you want to see my turd factory.... my poop hole?"
He was close to cumming and now embarrassed, worried he'd wrecked it. He was still too hard to care. "Please."
She pushed him off and rolled onto her knees, her lower back was small. Her ass spread easily as he reared back and let her take position. She arched her back then winked her anus at Jack, inviting him.
"Can you believe someone as hot as me poops?" Her labia parted, wet, dripping.
"No."
"I haven't pooped in three days. Travelling...."
"I can't believe this. I want it."
"Want what?"
Jack suctioned his mouth on Dina's wrinkly anus and sucked lightly, soon feeling her sphincter loosen, letting out a light puff of air.
"I just fucking farted in my brother-in-law's mouth," Dina says, loudly, almost jokingly. In amazement. "Holy shit!"
As she said that, Jack couldn't hold on. He erupted all over her little anus and lower back, painting her with his thick load of hot cum. He was panting and she was starting to gently giggle. "Wow. You had a lot pent up, huh?"
Ashamed but still horny, Jack weighed that question. "I actually came in your sister last night." He said it to try to make it seem like he had control over what had happened.
"But it didn't feel as good as it did right now, looking at the hole I poop from, huh?" She was almost egging him on.
Jack buckled up his pants and searched the center console up front for napkins. Once he had them he wiped his wife's sister clean of his semen. "Come on. Let's go."
"Why so grumpy? You just fucked me. You just said nasty shit. You just covered me with your cum. You should be happy!"
"Not a word of this. Ever." Jack finished dressing quickly and got out. He climbed into the driver's seat as Dina got dressed.
"I won't say a word. Why would I mess up my career for this? But, by the way, I like your style."
They pulled into the driveway and as they walked up toward the door, Dina said, maybe a bit too loudly, "If you want, I will for sure need to poop later."
Jack stayed silent, and though he couldn't explain why, his cock was getting thicker in his pants.
So, parents were asleep. Heather was horny for her husband's cock but he knew he still smelled like sex. On top of that, he remembered what Dina said, and he couldn't help but be intrigued.
"OK lame-o," Heather teased. As she walked away she slapped her ass, jokingly, but Jack knew she'd never let him fuck her asshole. The most she ever let him do was look at it as he fucked her from behind. She never farted near him or mentioned pooping. He convinced himself then that the only ass he would fuck that night would be Dina's. But would she want his cock up there with a full gut of shit?
Dina, now alone with her brother-in-law, drank out of the wine bottle and danced slowly, sexy.
"I still am in awe." Jack took a beer and opened it. "We are crazy."
"See? You didn't want to fuck my sister because you know what I have for you."
"Not true," Jack said, "Well...."
Dina danced up to him and started lightly grinding her ass against his crotch.
"You know what?" she asked, wiggling her hips.
"That this is going to wreck my life?" he responded.
"No. We are adults. No one will get hurt. But, I do think you'd like knowing that I have to poop soon..."
"It's weird to admit that I do like knowing that." He pulled her close. She smelled of sweat and expensive perfume.
"You ever fuck the shit out of a girl?" Dina turned and asked in a hushed voice. Two floors separated the two of them and the rest of the family. Still. No need to cause suspicion.
"No," he said honestly. The closest he ever got to this situation was in college when his on-again, off-again girlfriend made him stop fucking her so she could poop. Even that didn't then him on then, so why now? Why is he hard and desperate for her to poop for him?
"Let's go."
She led him down the short hall to the bathroom. Dina pulled off her pants and bent over the bathroom sink, looking at Jack in the mirror as he shut and locked the door. Neither of them even considered how bad it would look if someone even came down to say good night.
"I'm not getting totally naked. Come on," Dina said. "Slide in and hold it there..."
"Have you, like, done this before..." Jack pulled his cock out and rubbed it against her stinky knot.
"You, to say the very least, are not the first... Hollywood... it pays to be open-minded with certain casting agents. "Come on."
He slid in, though both of them winced in delightful pain as her sphincter opened up to accept his veiny shaft. He got all the way in, balls deep.
"Holy... fuck," he moaned, "wow."
"MMM OK, fuck yeah... OK..." she said, like she was making a deal with her colon.
"OK. GO. Fuck me. Fuck me till I poop all over my parents' guest bathroom," Dina said into the mirror.
And he obliged without comment. He slid out and in, slowly, methodically.
"Fuck you are too tight."
She hiked her knee to rest on the bathroom counter, loosening up her hole, but not by much. "You like being up in your wife's sister's gorgeous guts?"
"UGH!" Jack grunted, worried he was being loud. He was fucking her now, raw and as he looked down, his cock was becoming a different shade, darker...
He was railing his sister-in-law's tiny pooper and soon, he exploded deep up in her, coating her waiting turds. He slid out and Dina immediately climbed onto the toilet and squatted, and looking Jack in the eyes as three massive, rock solid turds slid out, just like his cock did. Her farts spewed out his cumload and he rubbed his now poo-covered cock hard, cumming again on her face...
Then, a knock on the door... "Guys??"
Jack and Dina froze. The doorknob jiggled, thankfully it was locked. They thought.
After fucking Dina so deep that she needed to poop out his cum and her three-day long turds, Jack also covered his sister-in-law's pretty, Hollywood-hoping face with another thick load of his cum. He was sweaty and now frantic.
"What are you doing in there?" It was Heather, Jack's wife. She pushed on the door and, *pop*. It opened.
Standing in the doorway, this is what Heather saw: Crouching on the toilet seat, like a festival girl on day three of Lollapalooza shitting outside, was her older sister. On her older sister's face was a thick smattering of cum. The cum was that of Heather's husband, Jack, whose hard cock is still throbbing from ejaculating not only all over her sister's face, but it also, she could see, was leaking from her sister's now poop-dirty butthole. In the toilet, Heather could barely see the thick semen strands because her sister's thick turds were obscuring it. The smell overtook her. She stared at her husband and pushed him away from the sink so she could vomit. Hard.
Jack wavered between getting dressed or helping his wife. When he approached her, still naked, she yelled, "Get the fuck away...." and proceeded retching. His cock was lightly brown and he quickly pulled his boxers on and shirt, then pants. Then went to hug his wife.
Dina, who seemed sort of in a daze, hopped off the toilet and stood as she wiped her anus clean. Jack watched, then scolded himself for looking. Dina flushed the toilet and looked at her sister, heaving. The smell lingered as Dina picked up her clothes and gave Jack and Heather space in the small bathroom.
In the mirror, much the same way Jack had just unloaded his balls in his wife's sister's bowels, he looks at his wife in her eyes. The smell of her puke covering up her sister's poop, she growled, crying. "How could you?"
"Heather," he said, stroking his wife's hair. "I don't know. I don't know what happened. Or why. I am so sorry. It is not about the sex. I love you. I love you." he repeated the last part over and over.
"Then what was it?" she grunted, deep in her belly. "Oh my god, did you watch her....poop?" Heather vomited again.
"Just," Jack said, "listen to me. Please?"
"What?"
"I can try to explain."
And he tried. And then the sun came up and there were more tears.
And then, five weeks later, Jack looked around the house he had bought with his wife for the last time and climbed into the moving van, heading for the opposite part of the country, away from the life he'd ruined for letting his cock lead him so far astray.
He and Heather texted off an on for the better part of the next year, but only administrative stuff and the occasional birthday wish. Heather kept telling Jack that she hasn't, nor will she ever, speak to her sister again. Jack, to his bleak credit, said nothing back.
Heather was set to be remarried the following year and didn't invite her sister, Dina, and that is when things got interesting for Jack. Again.
A text: *Hey. It's Dina. Remember me?*
Jack waited a day to respond. Then said, *I do.*
Dina: *Haha. So you know about Heather's wedding? The 'I do' seems too perfect.*
Jack: *I had no idea. Good for her. You going?*
Dina: *Hell no. After nearly three years she still won't say a word to me."
Jack: *Go figure*
Dina: *Heard you're in Boston now.*
Jack: *I am. How's La La Land?*
DIna: *Ha. I haven't lived there for well over a year. I'm in NYC now. It sucks. Still lonely. Which leads me to you: Want to meet up?*
Jack wriggled up his face: *Um. Why?*
Dina: *Are YOU going to Heather's wedding Saturday?!?*
Jack: *No.*
Dina: *Your place or mine?*
And that is how it was rekindled. For better or for worse.
Jack hadn't really dated anyone since the tumultuous and embarrassing divorce. People knew details. Details he didn't want people to know. Dina skated by with a familial ex-communication, but Jack had friends and colleagues all now certain he was a deplored pervert for what he did. He kept to himself in a small one-bedroom just west of Boston.
He took the train to NYC.
When he got to Dina's apartment, he was so mad at himself. This was the dumbest thing he could imagine doing, but he knew no one would ever know. And, so what? He changed his attitude as soon as she opened the door.
Dina looked great. Slimmer than the last time he saw her. And for some reason, she answered the door in a kimono.
Jack eyed her up and down, "I thought we'd, like, go out to celebrate your sister hating us?"
"You honestly thought that is why I wanted to hang out? How sad for you."
He entered her loft and looked around and then as he turned back to Dina, the kimono was draped around her ankles. She was naked in the well-lit apartment, her pussy smooth, her tan fake. She had a new tattoo on her pelvis of a guitar. She pulled her hair up into a high ponytail.
"What the fuck." Jack said, shutting his eyes.
"What the fuck is right," Dina said, sashaying over to her now ex-brother-in-law. "Don't tell me you haven't thought about what we did... don't tell me you haven't jerked your thick, long dick wishing you could smell me again..."
"You ruined my life."
"Then why are you here?" Dina grabbed at Jack's belt and soon, she was on her knees, taking his whole cock in her waiting, warm mouth.
As they slowly fondled their way to her tiny bedroom, Jack let his guard down and admitted, "I haven't stopped thinking about you..."
"I know," Dina said, breathy, totally naked on the balls of her tiny, sweet feet. In the threshold of her bedroom, she stopped and bent forward slightly, still firmly grasping Jack's hand.
A tiny belch from her anus, barely audible. Then the scent he had been trying to tell himself he didn't want. But now, it is all he lived for in that moment.
He kneeled and spread Dina's tiny cheeks and inhaled more of her intoxicating gas, thinking what his ex-wife looks like right now on the dance floor with her new husband. Then, in a moment of passion and violence, he picked up Dina and threw her onto the bed, her legs spread as a balancing act. This, he thought. This is why my life ended. Now, I will take it for all I can....
He devoured Dina's pussy, not caring how many scummy low-lifes had been in it, had cum in it. She grabbed his hair hard as he fucked her hole with his tongue. It felt good for them both.
"You want to fuck this stinky whore?" She said, "No one knows how good my butt smells." She slipped her legs under each other and was on her stomach looking back as she let out another long fart.
Jack leaned and inhaled deeply. His tongue flicked against her wrinkly knot, it was slimy, and tasted of her insides. His cock bulged and he pulled his pants off quickly, breathing in her gas that lingered around them. "I love seeing where you poop from," he said, an homage to years prior, when he asked to see where she poops from in the back of his then-in-laws' SUV.
"Ever since we texted, I haven't allowed myself one single shit. I figured, maybe you'd still be a filthy sicko."
With that, Jack spit on Dina's stinky pooper and reached below to spread her tight pussy lips. With his cock head, he felt around and soon, he slide all the way into her slippery canal. "AWW" he grunted, feeling her pussy clench his cock.
Then, they were fucking. Like, loud, skin-slapping fucking. No condom. No regrets. Only pleasure. As he railed her, he periodically spread her ass to look into her slightly gaped butthole.
"Fuck me fuck me fuck yes. Come on. Fuck this pussy." Dina yelled this and reared up so now she was on her hands and knees, she looked back over her right shoulder and said, "This is your pussy now. Fuck!"
"Yeah baby. My slut."
When he came, it was an eruption and his whole brain was on fire. He pumped thick ropes of cum deep up into this woman, a woman he hated, a woman he was once related to.
They collapsed on each other and she rolled to her side and aimed her asshole at Jack. "You know what else is yours? If you want it?"
She let out a long, loud fart that warmed his skin. As he inhaled, his cock reignited and he slapped her taut ass and smiled.
They fell asleep. It was 3 a.m.
The next morning Jack awoke with his already-hard cock in Dina's mouth, he thought he might have been dreaming. Then, realizing he was awake, Dina climbed around and put her asshole on his nose, and continued pleasuring him in the 69 position. He sniffed and licked and then Dina said, "You really want it?"
"Want it?" Jack asked, muffled in her muff.
She let out a silent fart in his face and said, "Oh I think you know..."
Her gas smelled of fresh poop.
"MM. Fuck. Yes. But no. I want to fuck it from you."
Within moments, their naked bodies were up and he was behind her in her kitchen/living room. He was behind her with a bottle of lube. He smeared his cock and forced his way past her insanely tight sphincter.
"Oh my fucking god," Dina shouted, throaty with morning.
"Poop this fucking cock out," Jack demanded.
"Your cock.... ugh... a fat turd...." she huffed, spreading her stance more to accept him, and expel him.
He slid out and with his cock came a mountain of thick, brown, firm turds.
"Oh fuck! Sorry! I know you wanted to cum..." Dian said, shocked and upset.
"On your knees," he demanded and she followed his order.
She knelt in her pile, unknowingly and it squished audibly.
"Suck your poop, off this cock..." he grunted. "You wrecked my life, now clean my cock from your shit."
A minute later, he unloaded down her throat. He grasped her hair tightly as he climaxed. "Good fucking slut. Good girl."
Then they never dressed. That whole rest of the weekend. And they only cleaned up her mess before he left on Monday morning.
That was five years ago, well before the world changed. They met up a lot after that and while they didn't always get as filthy as that time in her NYC apartment, they fell in love and married last year. A private ceremony with only themselves and the minister. To this day they have never spoken to her family, about anything.
They live in Florida, outside of Tampa and every morning, Dina poops with the door open, and often, Jack stands in the doorway and cums on his new bride's face, silently, with the understanding that their love needs no words, only action.