“What are we going to do?” Yinka asks, rising up on one elbow to look down at his sister’s beautiful face. “We have added adultery to our sin of incest.”

“Is it still adultery if Dele knows what we’re doing here today?” Bisola asks her brother.

“What are you talking about?” Yinka demands.

“He overheard us yesterday when he came back for the lotion,” she says and then proceeds to tell Yinka about the rest of her conversation with Dele, including his research into incest penitence and his suggestion that she and Yinka have unfinished business.

“Unfinished business,” Yinka muses. “That’s a weird way of referring to it, but I guess he was right.” They lay silently in each other’s arms for a few minutes with Yinka’s flaccid dick still nestled inside Bisola’s soaked pussy.

“What about Lola?” Yinka asks. “That’s still adultery even if it isn’t for you and Dele.”

“I know,” Bisola’s answer is barely above a whisper. “Dele thinks that if we stop our penance and get this out of our system, it will improve your love life with Lola and everybody wins.”

“Are we getting this out of our system?” Yinka asks with a half smile.

“I don’t think so,” Bisola sighs. “I think we’ve just permanently embedded it in our system, at least in mine.”

“Mine, too.” Yinka says, kissing her again to prove his point. Unbelievably his dick stirs again in her hot pussy and he starts a gentle rocking motion.

“Let’s rest a minute,” Bisola laughs, breaking the kiss and squeezing his ass cheeks to stop his movement.

“What are you going to tell Dele?” Yinka asks his mind racing for a way to discuss this with Lola.

“The truth,” Bisola answers. “I love him, Yinka. I hope he knows what he started and is as open-minded as he thinks he is.”

“I’m going to have to tell Lola, too. I just don’t know how.” Yinka says and they again lapse into a comfortable silence, enjoying the closeness of their bodies and their synchronized heartbeats. Little does Yinka realize that as they speak, Dele is preparing Lola for that very conversation.

As soon as they had driven off, Lola unsnapped her shorts and pulled down the tiny zipper.

“Feel how wet I am already,” Lola moaned, grabbing Dele’s hand as he glanced at his sister-in-law’s open shorts.

“You are rotten,” Dele smiles sliding his hand beneath her panties and immediately feeling the heat emanating from her wet pussy. Slipping one finger between the folds of her labia, he curls the tip of it into her wet opening.

“I would say you’re ready!” Dele laughs as he manoeuvrers his finger to her clit hood and draws little circles gently around it.

“Oh yeah!” Lola moans, spreading her legs and slipping down a little in the seat, resting her head on Dele’s shoulder. As Dele continues to manipulate her clit, Lola pushes up to create more pressure on her sensitive love button.

“Oh yes! Just like that… don’t stop,” Lola is almost screaming as Dele tries to keep his eye on the road while fingering Lola’s clit to match her increasing urgency. The day before when he was making his plans, he had spotted guest house along the beach and had gotten a room overlooking the ocean. That’s where they were headed now if he didn’t pass it by in his distracted state.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa!” Lola grabs Dele’s hand to still it’s motion and clamps her thighs closed, trapping his finger in her pussy. She jerks a couple of times, flooding her pussy with love juice before turning her head towards Dele.

“How much farther?” she asks through half-closed eyelids.

“Not far,” he smiles, “You may want to zip up your shorts. A minute later Dele pulls into the guest house, parking right in front of their room.

“We don’t have to check in?” Lola asks.

“All taken care of, just like you’re going to be in a few minutes,” he smiles. True to his word, over the next few hours they take care of each other in a variety of ways. Dele eats Lola to several powerful orgasms, she returns the gesture with her tantalizing mouth on his hard dick and then they fuck to exhaustion. If it’s not the rocket-launching orgasms that their spouses are experiencing, it’s extremely satisfying and they end up in a tangle of sheets and naked limbs.

“I think there’s something weird going on between Yinka and Bisola,” Lola broaches the subject that’s been on her mind since they got to the beach. Dele hadn’t made up his mind about whether it was his place to enlighten her.

“What do you mean?” Dele asks, wondering how much she knows. Lola explains about Yinka’s initial anger from hearing them make love in the next bedroom, seeing him get aroused when he rubbed lotion on his sister and how it seemed like he was timing his lovemaking with her to his sister’s moans from the next room. “I think it has something to do with their sexual repression.”

“You’re right,” Dele answers. He and Lola have become too close for him to lie to her. “But there is more to it than you realize.” He confides in her about the overheard conversation, his follow-up discussion with Bisola and what he believes is happening at the house right now.

“Oh God, Dele! Yinka and Bisola?” Lola is speechless. She thought Yinka’s reaction was just the natural attraction of a beautiful woman, not the result a prior incestuous relationship. Dele gives her time to digest what he’s told her before he continues the discussion.

“Yeah, just like you and I,” he says matter-of-factly, “except they happen to be brother and sister.”

“That doesn’t bother you?” Lola asks, still trying to get her mind around what she’s hearing. Without waiting for an answer, she continues, “So all this sexual repression started from this one time in university?”

“Yeah. I don’t think their parents’ teachings helped any, but it was Yinka, the religious student who came up with the penance.”

“Wow.” Lola sighs, her head resting against Dele’s shoulder, their naked bodies still wrapped around each other. “Since you seem to be planning this, what happens next?”

“We know about them, but they don’t know about us,” Dele answers.

“Okaaaay,” Lola stretches it out almost into a question. “What does that mean?”

“If today happened the way I think it did, Yinka has lost a lot of his sexual repression. I think we should tell them tonight. Not together, of course, but individually with our own spouses. My instincts tell me that we should shower them with loving affection and let them know that they aren’t the only ones with a secret. Then tomorrow the four of us can discuss what all of this means going forward.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Lola asks disbelievingly.

“I’ve never been more serious,” Dele says, more confidently than he feels. “Think about it, Yinka won’t want to give up Bisola anymore than I want to give up seeing you. I think we can come to some open arrangement where everybody gets what they want.”

“Damn… you really think that’s how this is going to play out?” Lola asks, even as she’s contemplating how wonderful it would be if he was right. She could keep her lover and her husband without any of the associated guilt. Of course, that means she accepts her husband’s incestuous relationship with his sister. It’s a lot to think about.

“We can only hope,” Dele says. “Come on, let’s take a shower and get some lunch. The shower takes much longer than expected, in a nice way. They have a late lunch and head back towards the house.

“I’m nervous,” Lola says.

“I would be surprised if you weren’t,” Dele laughs. “Just follow my lead. We don’t know if anything happened.”

Arriving at the house they find Yinka and Bisola on a blanket near the water. Lola and Dele join them. ‘

“How was your day?” Dele asks Bisola as he gives her a kiss. He can’t help but notice how bright her face looks as she answers.

“Wonderful!” she winks, “How was yours?”

“The same,” he answers cryptically. Bisola scrunches her brow as she tries to decipher what he means. Did he have a wonderful day or was his day the same as hers. Not in a million years.

Lola sits next to Yinka who is lying face down and looking away from the group. She rubs some lotion onto his back but he doesn’t acknowledge Bisola or Dele. Yinka is still recovering from his marathon lovemaking with his sister and is embarrassed to face either his wife or Dele. He especially doesn’t want to face Dele because Dele already knows what’s going on.

They somehow make it through the afternoon and have a semi-comfortable dinner at a local crab joint. Arriving back at the house, by some unspoken agreement they split into their separate bedrooms even though it’s still early in the evening.

“So how did it go today?” Dele asks Bisola, taking her into his arms and kissing her passionately.

“You already know, don’t you?” Bisola asks humbly. “It was just like I remembered it, Dele. But you’re not surprised, are you?”

“No. It just means that you and your brother have a unique love that can’t be replicated by anyone else. That doesn’t diminish the love that you and I have or the love that Yinka and Lola share. How did Yinka react?”

“Oh God,” Bisola almost laughs but catches herself. “When he woke up and I was… you know.” Dele nods. “He must have thought I was some kind of Jezebel coming to damn him to hell for all eternity. But you were right, there was so much unfinished business and neither of us could control ourselves.”

“I’m glad,” Dele smiles as he watches his wife’s face light up while she talks.

“Really?” Bisola asks, still surprised at her husband’s reaction.

“Glad for you,” he says.

“What did you and Lola do today?” Bisola asks, changing the subject to avoid more discussion about what she and Yinka did.

“The same as you and Yinka,” Dele answers, watching Bisola’s face for a reaction.

“What? You mean? No, you and Lola?” Bisola’s face is a contortion of conflicting emotions.

“It started a few weeks ago,” Dele says quietly. “With you and your brother doing your penance, Lola and I sort of commiserated over the lack of passion in our marriages. One thing led to another and…” Dele lets his voice trail off as he waits for his wife’s reaction.

“Why didn’t you tell me last night?” Bisola asks.

“I almost did,” Dele replies. “But I didn’t want it to influence what you did about you and Yinka.

“You and Lola?” she says again. “Do you think Yinka knows or suspects?”

“Lola is supposed to be telling him now,” Dele answers. “Then tomorrow I hope the four of us can discuss what this all means.

“You honestly think we can just all share, don’t you?” Bisola asks, thinking the same thing Lola did about how wonderful it would be if it were true.

“I honestly don’t know,” Dele answers.

“But you told Lola about Yinka and me?”

“She actually suspected something was weird between you two but didn’t have a clue about the actual events. I filled her in on the university stuff.”

“How did she take it?” Bisola asks shamefaced. “Of course, you two having an affair probably helped with her acceptance level.”

“A little, but she still has some reservations on the whole incest thing,” Dele says.

“Yeah, well join the club. I still think it’s weird and Yinka is even more freaked out than I am.”

“But not enough to give it up, right?” Dele asks. “You both want more of each other.”

“Yes.” Bisola sighs.

“I only have one more question for tonight,” Dele says.

“What?”

“Did you save anything for me?” he laughs while he strips out of his clothes.

“Is that all you think about?” Bisola smiles as she starts unzipping her skirt.

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