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Four Sided Triangle Ch. 01

By: hotmann



Ow! Was the first thought that came into my head as I awoke. The sunlight streaming in through my blinds plus the hangover pounding into my head were giving me a great one-two punch. I turned away from the window, blinked a couple times, and then sat up. If the hangover was bad before, it was awful now. I groaned, and arose, hoping that a shower would help stop the jackhammer that was now plugging away at my brain.

I stumbled out into the hallway in only my boxers, stopping to look into my sister Emily's room. She was only ten months younger than me, and since I was born in January and she in November, this meant that we had gone through school together. Now a month after graduation, we had decided to party away our summer before we both headed off to (separate) colleges.

Emily had just woken up too I could tell by the groaning that was escaping from her mouth. I laughed, and asked her "Same bus get you too."

"Yes," escaped her lips, and she sat up to look at me. Her long black hair was a mess as she looked at me and asked, "Headed for the shower?" I nodded, and she lay back down to catch a few more minutes of sleep. I continued down to the end of the hall, where I was met by a closed door. I knocked, hoping to not receive an answer.

"Who is it?" my other sister Lisa called. Damn! She could take forever in the bathroom if she wanted to, and if she knew I was out here with a wicked hangover, she would. 

"Its Dylan. I gotta pee."

"Hold on, I'm almost done."

I heard her move around a little, and then the door opened. She was only wearing a towel, and smiled at me as she went past without a word. Finally I got into the bathroom, shut and locked the door, and went into step 1 of hangover relief.

Five minutes later, as I had the shower going and was washing off, I reflected the previous night's events. An acquaintance of mine had had a party, which I had attended hoping to get some action. I had broken up with my last girlfriend just before graduation, and was trying to spend my last summer before college playing the field. So far though, I had found the field empty.

I finished in the shower, got out, and was toweling off when there was a knock on the door. 

"Dyl?" I heard Emily say.

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute."

"Ok, thanks."

I finished up, and opened the door to see Emily sitting on the floor, in nothing but a tanktop and tiny mesh shorts. I kicked her lightly, to make sure she was awake.

"Guess who I hooked up with last night?" she asked me as she got up.

"I dunno. Who?"

"Jim."

I laughed at the fact that my sister had hooked up with my best friend. 

"What did Bridget have to say about that?" Jim had recently broken up with his girlfriend, and I knew she still wanted him. That fact that Emily and Bridget were friends probably didn't help things either.

"I dunno, she didn't see us, I don't think."

"I see. You two an item now?"

"I don't know." Em reached for my hand, and I pulled her to her feet. "Can you talk to him first?"

"Sure, I'll give him my 'You fucked my sister' speech. I've gotten quite good at it."

"Hey, I didn't sleep with him. Or that many other guys, for that matter. Bastard."

I laughed as I went down the hall, leaving Emily fuming a bit.

Later in the day, I decided to talk to Jim. Our conversation pretty much was him getting nervous and apologizing, me telling him I didn't care, him telling me he really liked her and asking me to talk to her, and me reminding him he'd better tell Bridget before she killed my sister. I relayed this to Emily, who had apparently forgotten about Bridget, and decided she had better talk to her friend before Jim does.

Since we had all gotten blitzed the night before, Jim, Emily, and I all decided to take a night off, and watch movies at our house. This lasted about half a movie before I started to feel like a third wheel, and decided to try and find some fun elsewhere. I left the lovers alone, and headed to my buddy Pete's for a party.

Pete lived right on the edge of town, and his parents allowed him to build a huge bonfire pit along the edge of their property for parties. Pete's parties were so well known that some people even brought tents and sleeping bags so they didn't drive home. I was still recovering from the night before, so I was planning to stay sober.

I pulled up in the beat-up Jeep Wrangler that Emily and I shared, and after getting out, the first person I saw was Bridget. She was backlit by the fire, leaving most of her features darkened, but I could still see the anger in her eyes. I decided to test my luck, since if I didn't smolder her now, Jim and Emily were sure to get it worse later.

"You ok Bridget?"

"No. I was hoping it was your trampy sister, so I could kick her ass."

"Whoa, easy killer. What's wrong?"

"Oh come on. You know she hooked up with Jim last night. I can't believe she did that to me, that bitch."

While I was still talking at a normal level, Bridget's voice was starting to rise, and it was now that I realized two things: 1. She was drunk, and 2. She was starting to draw attention. I decided to try to both calm her down and sober her up.

"Hey, let's go for a drive and talk about it."

Bridget looked at me with absolute hatred, but I could see she was moving from 'angry' to 'weepy' drunk, so I pushed my luck.

"C'mon, I won't bite." She nodded, and hopped into the Jeep.

Pete's property was crossed with some trails left by a logging company, and since I knew them pretty well, I headed down one slowly. Bridget was jostled around a little bit, so I pulled her closer to me, figuring she just needed a little attention.

"So, what's new?" I asked, hoping for some non-relationship conversation.

"Ughh, not much. I've been pissed all afternoon since Emily called me."

"Well that was nice of her."

"Nice to what, steal my boyfriend?"

"Hey, remember, you and Jim aren't together anymore. And wouldn't you rather have your friend tell you up front rather than sneak behind your back?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I dunno, I guess I was still hoping Jimmy and I would get back together."

"Bridge, you're going to be hundreds of miles apart at college. It's the same reason why Julie and I broke up."

"I thought that was because she wouldn't put out?" Bridget's tone changed now.

"No, she put out just fine, don't worry."

"Really? She always claimed she never let you touch her."

"Ha. That's a lie. She blew me in this Jeep."

"Ewww, why did you tell me that?" She giggled.

"Took your mind off Jim, didn't it?"

"Yeah. Where are we going?" She moved closer to me now, and shivered.

"Dunno. Where do you want to go?" I put my arm around her out of sympathy.

"I don't know. Somewhere private."

Now, at this point, despite the fact that I was now probably thinking more with my dick than my head, a little voice was telling me that this girl just wanted to sleep with me to get back at her Jim. But a bigger voice was reminding me that this girl was an absolutely gorgeous redhead with a perfect hourglass figure. In fact, as I looked down at her nestled into my chest, I could see down her shirt. The trail rounded a bend now, and I pulled off and turned off the headlights, and started to rub Bridget's bare shoulder. She put her arm around me, and gave a sigh of contentment.

"Dylan, why are you being so nice to me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I said I was going to beat up your sister and best friend. Yet here you are, being nice and comforting me."

"Well, I figured that if I talked to you, you'd calm down, so you wouldn't try to tear my best friend and / or sister apart, and look like a complete psycho bitch in the process."

"Oh… Thanks." With that, she leaned up and kissed my cheek.

"My pleasure" I replied, and turned to face her.

We leaned in and kissed, softly, before shifting to face each other. After a few minutes, I pulled her tight to me, and began to rub her back and sides. She did the same, feeling my chest and shoulders. I began kissing her neck and shoulders, and then when I felt she was pretty worked-up, suggested we move to the back seat. She nodded agreement, and I climbed through, and pulled her through after me. She ended up on top of me, and we stayed this way as I removed her top, feeling her breasts between my fingers. She was at least a C and probably a D cup, with beautiful, milky-white breasts that matched her pale Irish complexion. I kissed my way down to them, and gave them ample attention, kissing, kneading, sucking, and massaging. I could feel her start to moan in my ear and grind on my leg, and headed south, working my fingers into her pants. She lifted her waist, and let me unbutton her jeans, and push them to her ankles. My fingers danced across her bare sides and bottom now, unobstructed except for a tiny g-string. Her hands had made it up under my shirt, and ran up and down my chest, then down to my shorts. She lifted off of me, her legs straddling my body, her milky-white complexion perfectly lit by the moonlight, and a big smile on her face as she removed my jeans and boxers. As she did, I pulled my shirt off, leaving her g-string as the last remnant of our clothing. When she finished with my boxers, she leaned down and began to kiss down my chest, her tongue dancing around my stomach, before finally lightly kissing my member, which was up to about ¾ strength by the time she got there. As she did, she brushed back her curly red hair, and looked me in the eye as she swallowed my cock whole. I groaned with the feeling of her warm mouth replacing the cool night air. She slowly went up and down my full length, one hand massaging my balls as the other supported her. I ran my hand through her hair, enjoying her effort. She continued to deep throat me, taking her time to kiss up and down my cock, smiling at me as she did so. Finally, she began to kiss her way back up me, finishing back at my ear. She nibbled a bit, breathing heavily.

"I'm so wet," she whispered, and took my left hand and placed it on her crotch. I could feel her juices starting to leak out, and began to slowly work her lips, lubricating my finger, before slowly massaging her clit. This earned me an appreciative moan, and as my right hand began to massage her chest, my left slipped inside of her. She gasped, slowly starting to ride my finger in appreciation. I kept it up, alternating massaging her clit and slipping my fingers inside her, before she moaned in my ear "I need something bigger."

I laughed a little bit, and adjusted slowly, running my dick up and down her lips. I heard her groan again, and then exhale as I slipped the head into her.

"Oh my god, I didn't realize how big you were." This was a complaint I had heard before, specifically by girls who tried to swallow me whole, but I didn't stop. I pushed a little more, and felt her pussy open up to my assault. When I got all the way in, I heard Bridget groan "So full." I started to thrust up into her, and she began to grind against me, her body pressed up against mine. As she did this, her breasts bobbed up and down in front of my face. I started to massage one, my other hand pulling her body against mine.

She started to moan and groan a little louder now, her body sweating as she got a good workout. She leaned back now into a 'cowgirl' position, letting me watch her as she rode me. She put her hands on the roof of the Jeep now, her body thrusting against mine. I could feel her juices all over my crotch now, as she was audibly moaning with ever thrust. I put my hands behind her ass, and pulled myself into her, speeding up. "Oh God! Oh God!" she panted now, before giving one last great thrust. I felt a rush of her juices around me now, and she writhed about on top of me, before collapsing down. She kissed me, and sighed:

"Oh my God, that was fantastic. I've never cum that fast before."

"Who said we were done?" I answered, my cock still rock hard inside of her.

"Mmm, I know. What do you want now?" She started to kiss my neck. My mind raced with that invitation, and I realized what my greatest want was at this moment. I whispered into her ear now:

"I want to tit-fuck you now. Is that ok?"

She giggled a little, and nodded. "Yes, but I've never done it before."

I smiled now, and we reversed positions so that she lay on the seat now.

"Its easy. First you lay on your back. Then, I put my cock between your beautiful breasts."

She let me, tweaking her own nipples as I did so.

"Third, you cover my cock with those pretty tits." She smashed her milky jugs together, trapping my cock inside."

"And finally, I ride." I began to thrust slowly, my cock still lubed with her juices. I was long enough that she could lean down and suck in the end of my cock with every thrust. She giggled a little, enjoying the feeling. I kept going, feeling the pressure in my balls begin to build. Bridget kept me going to, licking my head, massaging my balls, telling me she enjoyed the taste of her own juices.

Finally I knew I wouldn't last much longer, and she told me that since I had made her cum so well, I could cum wherever I wanted. Again, my mind raced, and I had a hard time narrowing my choices down. Finally, I ran out of time, and just decided to go for broke.

My first shot landed on her forehead and ran into her hair. My second, on her cheek. My third, her chin. My fourth, her neck. My last few dribbled out on to her chest, which was still moving up and down as she breathed heavily. When I got done, she cleaned off my cock, then I climbed off and she cleaned her own chest and face. I began to pull my clothes back on, shivering as the cold now hit me. She lay there naked, her pussy still coated in her juices.

"I should take you home," I said, feeling a little guilty now.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because you can't go back to the party like this."

"Can't I come back to your place?" She asked seductively.

My frozen reaction told her what she didn't want to hear.

"Ohmigod, they're there, aren't they?" Her reaction was shock with a little disappointment.

"They were when I left. Are you still hung up on them?"

"No, no. Just, surprised I guess. I thought it was a one night thing."

"I guess not." Fully dressed now, I climbed out to get into the front seat.

"Dylan, is this a one-night thing?"

"I dunno. We'll see, I guess.

Four Sided Triangle Ch. 02



Back at Dylan's house, things had heated up between Emily and Jim. They had been sitting a 'respectable' distance apart when Dylan was still there, but since he had left and Emily and Dylan's parents had gone to their bed at the other end of the house, all respectability had gone out the window. They were in the rec room, which was in the basement, watching a string of suspense movies. Emily was not a huge suspense movie fan, and though she had started out giggly when it was light out and she was sober, after a couple of beers and darkness, she was clutching Jim to her like she was freezing death.

This amused Jim, and he took a couple opportunities to suddenly spasm, which caused Emily to shriek. He stopped this though, when she told him that if he did it again he wasn't getting any tonight. Although he had only gotten to second base the night before, he was optimistic for tonight, though he wasn't going to push his luck. He'd known Emily since they were both in diapers, and had always admired her ability to be both tomboyish and a girly girl, depending on the situation. He also didn't mind that she had turned into a knockout, whose lean athletic figure had entranced him when she had starred on their high school basketball team, despite the fact at 5'5', she was much shorter than most of the girls. He also wondered where she hid her tits on the court, since he'd never seen her C-cups jiggle or get in the way while she bounded up and down the court.

Those C-cups weren't far from his mind right now; in fact, he was using them as a pillow. Emily was wearing a simple tank top and mesh shorts. She also had no bra on, which Jim could tell by the nipples poking him in the back of the head. She was breathing heavily due to the movie. Jim decided to use this as an entrance, and moved around behind her, wrapping his arms around her as her protector from the evil aliens or zombies or whatever it was in this movie. He'd been paying much more attention to her.

Emily wasn't sure how far she wanted to go with Jim. She'd had a crush on him for years, but because he had been with Bridget for that time, she had never had her chance. She'd also been pretty drunk the night before, and wasn't sure how far they'd gone already, but she didn't want to go too far too soon.

Emily liked the way she felt in Jim's arms. She felt 'safe.' She knew it was cliché, but to her, it was true. She was quickly losing track of the movie, not that it was that hard to follow, but she was paying more attention to Jim. She felt him nuzzle up against her neck, and leaned back against him to voice her appreciation. She then felt his lips on her neck, and shiver run up his spine. She turned to face him, and they kissed there on the couch, as the zombie aliens finally were beaten back by the humans.

She felt Jim's hand run up her back, under her shirt. She didn't mind, in fact, she liked it. She started feeling his chest under his shirt, and finally worked it up and off. Emily never minded being forward; in fact, she loved being in control. She felt Jim was moving a little too slow getting her shirt off, so she reached down and took it off herself, showing him her tanned chest. Jim immediately latched onto a nipple like a baby needing milk. He was good at it too, she thought, and moaned in acknowledgement of his skill. She felt his hard-on burning a hole into her leg, too. She wasn't ready to free the beast, so she just lay back and let Jim work on her chest. He continued to massage, lick, nibble, and tweak, as she arched her back in appreciation.

It was at this point she heard a creak on the stairs. Emily quickly ducked and covered, leaving Jim wondering what had happened. As she hustled to get her shirt on, he heard her hiss "Someone's coming." He sat up and away from her, trying to push down the massive hard-on that he'd grown. But no one came down the stairs.

"Hello?" Emily said, hoping to find out who it was. Again no answer.

She moved to the stairs, and looked up. The door at the top was slightly ajar, but she didn't see anyone. Still a bit confused and scared, she tiptoed quietly up the stairs and silently pulled the door shut. She then tiptoed back down to where Jim was sitting, staring at the credits. She stepped in front of his view, and slowly, seductively, danced a little dance, turned her back to him, and removed her shirt. She tossed it at him, which he caught and smiled. She then turned slowly around, arms crossed in front of her. Jim was grinning, enjoying the attention this gorgeous female was lavishing on him. She straddled his lap and sat down, her arms still hiding her chest from sight. She leaned in and kissed his cheek, then neck. Jim was getting extremely hard now, and tried to shift himself a little bit. Emily pulled back and bit her lip:

"Aww, don't want me on your lap?"

"No, no, its not that. Its that…"

"What? Did I give you a hard-on?"

"Umm, yeah."

Emily stood up now, and smiled:

"Well, what should I do about it?" She turned around now, and bent over, showing Jim her ass.

"Uhh…"

"Nothing? Ok." She moved towards her shirt to put it on.

"No wait." Jim's mind began to function again.

"I want you to keep going."

"Keep going with what?"

"With your dance."

Emily smiled, and turned back towards him, one arm across her chest now. She leaned down, and kissed him once.

"Ok."

She moved to the tv, and switched until she found a channel which was playing music. It was just muzak, but she knew she could work with it. She began to sway with the music, and moved back towards Jim. His eyes were locked on her body as she swayed with the music. She did a spin, and as she did, she dropped her arm, showing him her chest again. 

She then hooked her fingers in her shorts, and danced around him, sticking her ass into his face every few turns. Finally, she stopped, facing away from him. She bent down, almost in two, and slid her shorts down and off. She threw them at him and hit him in the face. He pulled them off, and saw her now, still dancing, with only a tiny little black g-string on. He was amazed that he still didn't see a tan line on her body.

Emily knew she had Jim completely enraptured now. She moved up close to him, and straddled his legs. She began to grind against one, a trick an older friend who had worked as a stripper had taught her. She could feel Jim's cock about ready to split his pants, and realized that she too was soaking her panties. She decided this wasn't a bad thing, so she stood up and smashed Jim's face against her panties, so he could smell her scent. He groaned in anticipation, and she backed off again. She did the same bending move again, except this time, after she was done; Jim had a fantastic view of both her brown-hole and her pussy. He saw she was completely shaved, something he hadn't ever seen before. Now naked, she dropped to her knees, and crawled over to him.

She pushed him back into the couch, and slowly unzipped his zipper. His cock popped out like a jack-in-the-box. She smiled up at him, and then lightly kissed the tip, then down the sides. He groaned, loving the attention. Emily then licked him up and down, lightly taking one of his balls into her mouth. She also took the time to push his pants down to his ankles, before taking his whole member into her mouth. It was then she heard another creak.

She dove behind the couch, attempting to pull her short and shirt back on, as she looked up at the stairs for someone to come down. But again, she didn't see anyone. As she finished pulling on her shirt and Jim had his pants back up at his waist, she whispered she was going to go see. She crept over to the stairs, and up, still seeing no one. She reached the top of the stairs, and noticed the door was open again.

Knowing she had shut the door already, she walked through it, wondering who was spying on her late night trysts, fearing it was her father. The lights were all off in the house as she wandered through. She reached the stairs that went up to the second floor, and still didn't see a light, so she went back to the kitchen, grabbed a glass of water, and headed back towards the basement.

Jim met her at the door, looking fairly nervous.

"Emily, what's going on?"

"I don't know. But I know I shut this door earlier, and now its open again."

"Is someone spying on us?"

"Who knows. Shall we continue?"

"Actually, its late and I'm a little freaked out now. I've got a vision of your dad and a shotgun in my head. I'll catch up with you tomorrow, ok?"

"Aww, are you sure? Things were just getting fun." Emily leaned into Jim, grabbing his crotch as she did.

"I'm sorry Em. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"You'd better" she said, and gave him her best pouty look.

"G'bye beautiful" he said, and kissed her.

"Bye." 

She led him to the back door, which was in the rec. room. Jim only lived a couple blocks away, so he usually just cut through a couple of backyards. He waved as he moved out of sight.

"Fuck, I'm really wet and horny now" Emily thought, as she headed back upstairs. She stopped to drop off her glass in the kitchen, then moved up to her bedroom. She'd gotten there, and started to change for bed, when she realized she'd forgotten her panties in the rec room. "Oops" she giggled, and decided to make a naked run back down there for them. She light-footedly jogged through the house. It took her a minute to find the panties stuffed into the couch. 

Knowing they were soaked, she didn't bother to put them on, so she was still naked when she literally ran into me in the kitchen.

"Dylan!"

"Whoa, hi Em."

Emily's hands immediately shot out to cover her private parts, and she ducked behind cover to put the panties on.

"I didn't hear you come in."

"Obviously. Jim still here?"

"No he left. Umm, can you turn around so I can go upstairs and put some clothes on."

"Sure. Go ahead."

Emily bolted upstairs and got into her room and slammed her door, forgetting that everyone else was asleep. She quickly pulled off the panties, through a fresh pair and her pajamas on, and opened her door back up. I'd just reached the top of the stairs, and turned to see her looking out at me. She put a finger to her mouth in a 'quiet' signal, and motioned for me to come in. I followed her, and found her sitting at her desk chair. I could see her face was still cranberry from the collision.

"So, looks like you two had some fun."

"Actually, no. I think someone was spying on us."

"Huh?"

"Yeah. The rec room door was open earlier, so I shut it, then I heard a creak, and checked the door, and it was open again."

"I think you're paranoid Em. Its those horror movies."

"Fuck you Dylan."

I looked at the panties in a pile on her floor, and chuckled.

"Why are you in such a good mood tonight? Did you get laid?"

Emily and I had always been close and told each other about our love lives, so I had no hesitation in answering her question.

"Yeah I did, actually. But you'll never guess who."

"Julie?"

"No, but you're so funny. I'd rather fuck a tree than her." Julie and my falling-out had been the stuff of legends. 

"Some college girl back for some slumming?"

"Again, you're a shitty comedian. Think of poetic justice."

Emily's face scrunched up in thought, then it hit her.

"Oh my god. You hooked up with Bridg…"

Her sentence was caught short as my hand covered her mouth.

"Whisper please. Some people here might be sleeping, unless yours and Jim's moans woke them up. Oww! You bit me!"

"You deserved it. And I can't believe you hooked up with Bridget. Wow."

"Yeah, I think in some way she was trying to get back at you and Jim."

"By sleeping with my brother. I don't follow."

"Hey, I'm just explaining, not justifying. But yeah, we did it in the Jeep."

"Uggh, as if you hadn't dirtied that Jeep enough. How am I going to drive it now?"

"Maybe that was my goal, to get my own car. Hey, does it freak you out that we've fucked two people that used to date?"

"Actually, Jim and I haven't done it. He got freaked out by the 'door incident' earlier and bailed."

"Aww, I'm sorry sis. Is that why you were wandering around the house naked?"

"No, that was just because I… never mind. I'm going to bed now. G'nite."

"G'nite sis." I headed down the hallway to my room. I heard Emily shut her door, then her bed creak.

My room was directly across from Lisa's." As I crept down the hall to prevent both her and my parents from waking up, I saw a sliver of light from her room. As I moved closer to say 'Good night,' I heard some shuffling.

I knocked on the door, and heard "Come in." I opened it to see Lisa in bed with the covers up to her chest. She was breathing heavily, and her face was flushed.

"Lisa, you ok?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You're a little flushed."

"Oh, I just jumped into bed."

"Oh, ok. Good nite sis."

"Good night Dylan."



Four Sided Triangle Ch. 03



The next few weeks passed pretty fast. Jim and Emily were now officially an item, and spent all their time together. Bridget and I, on the other hand, hooked up when ran into each other, but never really went out of our way to make that happen. It was into August now, and the heat was getting oppressive.

I spent as much time as I could in our pool, and it was not surprising for there to be eight to ten other people there, between Emily's, Lisa's and my friends. Bridget had even come over a few times and managed to behave, though I did catch her giving Emily and Jim dagger eyes once or twice.

My parents finally did the best thing that any parents can do, and went away for a weekend. Of course, us three kids immediately planned a huge party. We decided to keep it outdoors only, since our neighbors didn't live too close, and we didn't want to have to clean the house.

The party started on Friday afternoon, about two hours after my parents had left. It was just Emily, Jim, Bridget, myself, and about five others to start off. Lisa was going to spend the night at a friend's, then come back later to have some fun. We'd gotten a couple cases of beer and some girly drinks, and were feeling good by the time dinnertime came around. We grilled for dinner, then kept drinking straight into the evening.

By about ten, we were all feeling pretty good. A group of us guys were out back playing some drinking games, so I'd lost track of the girls, until Lisa ran out and grabbed me.

"Ohmigod Dylan, you have to see this."

"What?"

"Emily. She's really hammered."

"So, I've seen that before."

"But has she ever danced on the coffee table in the rec room before."

This caught my attention, and I followed Lisa down into our rec room. I heard the music thumping even before I got to the stairs, and by the time I reached the bottom, I could see at least a dozen people in there

In the center of the room were two girls grinding on each other like something out of a rap video. Or a porn.. I could see Emily facing towards me, but facing away was a girl with long, curly, red hair... Bridget.

They were really going at it, smacking each other's asses, hands all over each other. I looked around the room for Jim, but just saw guys smiling and girls giving dirty looks. Lisa grabbed my arm, and screamed into my ear:

"Dylan, you have to stop them."

"Why?"

"Cuz people are going to start talking."

"So?"

"Emily's going to hate herself in the morning too."

"Well that's her fault."

"C'mon Dylan, at least kick everyone else out. There spilling beer everywhere."

While the embarrassment of my sister didn't get a response, the reminder that these people were trashing my house did. I walked over to the stereo, and hit the stop button. Immediately, the room began to groan.

"Ok everybody, out of the house. Party's out back."

While several male voices rose in protest, the threat of locking up the beer was enough to send people out the door. When everyone had left, I looked around for the two stripper wanna-bes, but they had bailed up the stairs. I headed up, and heard someone upstairs in the house. Not wanting to find someone having sex in my bed, I stormed upstairs after them.

I tracked the noise to Emily's room, and when I got to the door, I found it open a crack. I peeked in, and saw a sight I didn't expect. Emily and Bridget were on the bed, still fully clothed, but making out like there was no tomorrow. I froze, not knowing whether to stop them or pull up a chair and watch. I decided on the latter, and got a good view for about five minutes, before I heard a shriek from the back lawn.

Figuring that I should investigate, I quietly headed back downstairs, and made sure everything was under control. Not wanting to be disturbed, I told Lisa to keep everyone out of the house, and headed back upstairs. This time, I heard creaking as I neared Emily's room.

I peeked in the crack again, and saw something that blew my mind. My sister was completely naked, moaning loudly, arching her back in pleasure as Bridget drove her fingers in and out of her and sucked on her breast. This gave me a massive hard-on, of course, and I shifted my pants as I watched them continue to go at it. 

Bridget's pale fingers continued to piston in and out of my sister's thin, tan body as Emily thrust back at her. Bridget's red hair cascaded over Emily's stomach as she kissed down her body. Bridget's hair hid her face, but I knew she had hit the sweet spot by the way Emily suddenly screamed out in pleasure.

Emily grabbed her own breasts now, her body still thrusting in pleasure. "Ohmigod, Ohmigod" she moaned, and I could her the 'slap-slap' of her crotch against Bridget's hand. Suddenly she stopped screaming, and her body thrust spastically as she came. Bridget stopped, and kissed her way back up Emily. Their faces met, and Bridget let Emily taste her own juices. Emily moaned again, and I heard Bridget ask her to return the favor. Emily seemed hesitant, but a few rubs of Bridget's hand on her bare pussy persuaded Emily to go down on her. Emily moved off the bed, her ass sticking out towards me. 

I could see how the wetness had dribbled out from her pussy onto her legs, and how red and puffy her lips were. Bridget was facing me now, as Emily sucked on her nipples. I had pushed the door open enough that I could see with two eyes, and Bridget looked up now, and smiled at me. I put my finger to her lips to 'shh' her, and she nodded, as Emily pushed her onto her back. Bridget's legs were spread wide, and I ducked down to watch my sister go down on another girl.

It was obvious this was Emily's first time doing this, but Bridget encouraged her, and soon Em was chowing away like a pro. Bridget pulled her legs out, spreading herself wide open, and I watched Emily stick one finger in her, then two, then three fingers into her, as her mouth clamped down on Bridget's clit. Bridget writhed about now, her body spasming in pleasure. She moaned "Yes, that's it, faster, yes, please, yes" then bit her lip, and I saw her start to cum. Emily was unsure what to do, but Bridget pulled her head into her crotch, and Emily attempted to keep up with the wetness that pulled from the redhead's pussy. When she was done, they began to kiss again. Bridget rolled Emily over onto her back, and began to finger her again. Emily was worked up again, and started to respond to Bridget's touch. 

Bridget then turned towards me, and motioned me to come into the room. I shook my head 'no,' but she kept insisting, and finally, I slowly pulled the door open and crept in. Bridget moved over and stuck her crotch in Emily's face so she couldn't see, then motioned for me to eat Emily out. Up until the 'naked run' night, the thought of touching my own sister would have disgusted me, but after watching her '69' with my semi-girlfriend, my dick was doing the thinking. 

I moved in, and kissed Emily's inner thighs lightly. I then moved closer and closer to her pussy. I felt Bridget's finger on my chin, and looked up to see her smiling at me. I leaned in and kissed her, giving me my first taste of my sister. She then broke the kiss, and pointing me back to the wonderfully bare pussy in front of me. I leaned down, and slowly licked around Emily's lips, then up and down them, before finally sticking my finger between them as I nibbled on her clit. I heard Emily moan into Bridget's pussy as I worked on her pussy, my tongue and fingers alternating back and forth between her clit and pussy. She began to moisten more and more, and I heard her moaning more into Bridget's pussy and licking less. Finally, Bridget sat up, moving away from Emily's face. Emily was too far gone to notice, and began to moan louder and louder as I worked my full magic on her. Finally, she began to cum, and I sucked down my sister's sweet nectar as it spilled out onto my face.

As she came down from the orgasm, I saw her begin to realize that it wasn't Bridget doing the licking. She sat up suddenly, and saw me kneeling there, my face covered in her juices. I smiled, and I saw her face alternate between shock and awe. Finally, Bridget spoke:

"Emmy, isn't he so good at that? I just had to show you."

My sister nodded, still staring me in the eyes.

"You should feel his cock. It's the biggest thing I've ever taken. You have to try it."

"I – I don't know, Bridget." I could see Emily was a little freaked out by what had just happened. After all, she had just had her first lesbian experience and been eaten out by her brother one right after another.

"Ok, fine then. How about this? I'll take it out and play with it, and you jump in when you feel comfortable." Bridget was determined to make this happen, I guess.

As my sister lay back on the couch, Bridget moved over towards me and began to kiss me. I could smell the aura of pussy in the room, and tasted it on Bridget's mouth. The taste of my sister's forbidden cunt, which I too had just sampled.

Bridget quickly began to rip off my clothes as she continued to kiss me. In no time at all, I was down to just my boxers, which her hand had found its way into. I groaned as she pulled my cock out and began to jerk it. Bridget then began to kiss down my body, her hand pistoning up and down.

I looked over to see Emily rubbing her own pussy with one hand, while the other massaged her breast. I smiled at her, and she smiled back, tweaking a nipple in front of me. At that point, Bridget's lips touched my cock, and I closed my eyes in pleasure. 

Bridget was quite an accomplished cock-sucker, and she had pull out all the stops tonight. I'd never felt anything like what she was doing to me, as she ran her lips up and down my cock, her lips tracing lines around me. I looked down and saw her curly red hair bouncing up and down in time with her neck movements. She looked up at me, and smiled around my cock, before pushing her nose against my stomach in an exquisite deep throat.

I came out of my trance long enough to check on Emily. The sight of this curvy redhead attempting to give my penis CPR had apparently gotten her pretty worked up, as she now had 2 fingers deep inside her own cunt. It hit me then that I had never realize what a fantastic body my sister had until now. She had one of those lithe, athletic bodies like Jennifer Garner, and a great rack with no sagl. Her long, tan legs were spread out almost into a split as she fingered herself.

Bridget had taken me out of her mouth, and began to suck on my balls as she jerked me. I ran my hand through her hair, and she smiled up at me, then looked over at Emily. Her hand continued to run up and down my dick as she asked my sister: "Do you want to try? He tastes wonderful."

Emily bit her lip as she looked at Bridget, then nodded. She crawled down the bed to where I was standing as Bridget moved over to make room. Emily took over jerking duties, then leaned over and lightly kissed the tip of my cock By this point I was reaching the boiling point as I now had 2 beautiful girls working to get me off, but I held back, wanting to feel more of my sister's touch.

Emily kissed my cock lightly a few more times, then took it in her mouth. Bridget was watching hungrily, tweaking both her own and Emily's nipples, and smiling up at me. Emily took most of my cock in her mouth, running her tongue around my length on the inside. She began to bob back and forth, her black hair back in a ponytail. Bridget spread my legs and got beneath me, sucking in my balls. I knew I wouldn't last much longer, and told the girls so. Emily pulled out her meatsicle, and looked up at me: 

"Dylan, will you come in my mouth? I want to taste you."

I froze, then nodded, surprised by how forward my sister was being. She then sucked me back in and began to double her speed. It felt fantastic, and soon I felt a deep rumbling. I grunted and tensed up, and Emily pulled my cock out and began to jerk it, aiming it at her mouth.

I let myself go, and watched my cum shoot out. The first shot went high and hit Emily in the nose and cheek, but she took just the tip in her mouth, and sucked up the rest. When I finished, she showed me my seed in her mouth, then Bridget came over, and started to clean off my still-sensitive cock. She then turned to Emily, and ran a finger over her face where the cum line was. Emily greedily took this finger in her mouth, swallowing the last of my spunk.

The girls then kissed, and looked up at me:

"Got any more of that for me, big brother?"

I nodded, but pointed to my penis, which had started to droop.

"I know what gets penises up" Bridget said, and laid onto her back. "Show him how you eat pussy, Emily."

"Mmm, only if you do the same, Bridg. I love what you can do with a wet box."

Hearing these two girls talking like hardcore lesbians did get me going, and watching my sister and Bridget follow through on their words soon had my little soldier standing at attention. I moved down to where Bridget's mouth was clamped on my sister's cunt, kneeled down, and poked Bridget in the face with my cock. She looked at it, smiled, and moved out of the way. I ran my cock up and down Emily's lips, which were sticky with her juices from earlier, and heard her groan into Bridget's pussy. I leaned over her and whispered:

"Tell me what you want, little sister."

She looked back at me, smiled, and answered: "I want that big, fat cock of yours in my pussy."

Bridget wriggled out from under Emily and whispered: "This is so hot." She sat back and watched as I slid into Emily.

She was pretty tight, not quite virgin-tight, but not as loose as some girls I'd been with, either. I start thrusting slowly. In our current doggy-style, I had a great view of her tight little ass jiggling every time my body slapped against her, and I grabbed a fistful as I started speeding up. She started to moan, and I felt her juices wettening up her cunt and getting all over my crotch. We kept fucking like this for a little bit, before I pulled out of her.

"I want you to ride me" I said, and she gave a smile.

I laid down at the head of the bed, and she came over and slowly slid herself down on top of me. She smiled, and began to ride, not moving in and up and down motion, but more of a front and back, that had her clit grinding against my stomach. Bridget moved over next to me, and I leaned over and kissed her while Emily continued to ride. I saw Bridget was furiously working at her own pussy, and asked if she'd like to sit on my face. She nodded, and swung a leg over me so taht she was facing Emily.

Before Bridget's pussy came down on my face and blocked my view, I saw that she and Emily were making out, hands fondling each other's breasts.

I dug into Bridget's cunt, which was drenched from the workout she had been giving it. I rubbed her clit, sucked on her lips, and finally slid my tongue inside her. I was enjoying the fact that I was satisfying two girls at once, when I felt Emily's rhythm start to get ragged. Knowing she was getting close to cumming, I started to push back against her thrusts, and soon had her moaning and groaning. I sped up my assault on Bridget's cunt, and soon had her moaning and groaning as well. Knowing that if I put one over the edge the other would soon follow, I pulled out another trick out of my bag. As I tongued away at Bridget's clit, I started to rub her asshole with my finger. Her tone changed a little, and I sped up my tongue to a dizzying pace. She began to scream "Yes, Yes, Yes" and finally, just as I felt her start to spasm, I slipped my finger into her ass and sucked down hard on her clit.

This drove her absolutely insane, and she clawed away at my stomach as she came. Emily climaxed at the same time, and I felt twin streams of girl cum leaking out onto my face and crotch. Emily continued to thrust away as I felt her spasms subside, but Bridget was still spasming, almost out of breath. I finally released my hold on her clit, and she collapsed off of me.

Emily smiled down at me now, and leaned down and kissed me.

"Mmm, you taste like Bridget."

"Yup, and you taste like me." We both giggled at this, and she whispered in my ear:

"I want you to cum in me so bad. Don't worry, I'm on the pill."

No girl I had been with had ever let me cum in her, so this kicked my cock into high gear. I wrapped my hands around Emily's ass and began to pull myself into her, penetrating into her tight little cunt. She cried out in surprise the first few times, but soon began to spread her legs almost to a split, and I continued to drill into her.

She sat up now, and I was fully aware of how unbelievably gorgeous she was. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her hair was a mess, and she still had a faint cum stain on her cheek, but all things considered, she never looked hotter to me.

I reached up and pinched a nipple, and she leaned down and let me suck on it. Her nippled were rockhard from all the stimulation, and I felt her tense up a little, then that familiar loss of rhythm that came before she came.

I got two really good grips on her ass now, and yanked her onto me with each thrust. She began to groan with each thrust, and whispered to me "I'm gonna cum again."

I nodded, and sped up, hoping to get her off before I unloaded inside of her. She was leaning down over me now, our chests rubbing together. She kissed me again, and for the first time, we let our tongues intermingle. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and pulled myself deep inside of her as I started to cum.

As my first shot hit the inner walls of her pussy, she came as well, and our moans and grunts were almost in unison for a few minutes. When we both finally came down off of our orgasms, we kissed again, and she lay her head on my chest.

I looked over at Bridget, who was shaking her head in awe. Emily turned her head, and we both smiled at her. She smiled back.

"That was the hottest thing I have ever seen. Can we do it again?"



Four Sided Triangle Ch. 04



Ever have a secret to hide, and someone else to hide it with? Oh, and that person isn't so sure the secret is such a good thing? Yeah, that's the situation I was in.

It turns out both Emily and Bridget were both a lot drunker than I had realized. So drunk, in fact, that Emily didn't look me in the eye for about a couple days afterwards, and the next time I talked to Bridget, the conversation started with "I had the weirdest drunk dream last night." And since they both realized that I had been pretty much sober at the time, the whole thing must have been my fault.

Finally, about a week after the party, after the four of us (Jim and Emily were still together, I guess he didn't know) had cleaned the entire house, my parents had come home and pretty much figured out what had happened, and I told Bridget that we needed to not see each other anymore, I finally cornered Emily and talked to her about what had happened.

Lisa had dragged my parents to the mall for some 'back-to-school shopping,' so we had a few hours alone. Less than a minute after the car had pulled out of the driveway, I walked upstairs and knocked on Emily's door.

After a minute, the door cracked open, and Emily looked out at me.

"Em, we need to talk."

She opened the door and sighed: "I figured you'd want to."

I walked in her room only a step, not wanting to make her think I was going for a repeat performance. She had crawled back on her bed, and wrapped her arms around her knees.

"Em, what happened between us at the party…"

"Dylan, I don't know what happened…" She began to cry at this.

I was caught off-guard, but my brotherly instincts took over. I sat down on the bed next to her.

"What do you remember?"

"I-I don't know. But Lisa said something about Bridget and I dyking out… and-and I was all messy the next day. Dylan what happened?" She was almost hysterical now, so I rubbed her back a little to calm her down.

"Ok, I'll tell you what I know, ok?"

I walked her through the story, softening the fact she had danced with Bridget in front of half the town, and got to the point where I walked in on Bridget and her. As I told how Bridget had motioned me in, she suddenly looked me in the eyes, as if seeing me for the first time.

"So I came in, and started to go down on you." It felt more than a little weird to tell my sister the sexual things I had done to her. But she was remarkably calm about the entire thing, although she was silent until the end, when Bridget and I left the room, and she was passed out on the bed.

After that, I paused for a minute, before starting to speak again:

"Emmy, I had no idea you were both so wasted. I wouldn't have done anything if I'd known. And I know you're really freaked out about the entire thing, so if you want me to forget it ever happened, I will. Like I said, I'm really sorry."

"No, its ok. I only remembered the rec. room, and then Bridget going down on me some. I was really worried because I thought maybe we'd done it in front of everyone. And then I had cum in my pussy and my mouth tasted funny the next morning, so I wasn't really sure what had happened."

I laughed a nervous laugh.

"No sis, I was the only guest at your performance."

Emily seemed to be thinking something over, as if trying to make a decision. Finally her mouth opened.

"I've never done that stuff with a girl before."

"I know, you could tell."

"Was I bad at it?"

"No, you were a quick learner. Bridget said you were better than most of the guys she's had."

Emily blushed deeply at this.

"Listen sis, I'm really sorry about what happened…"

"Dylan, its ok. Somewhere deep down inside, I guess I wanted it to happened. I'm more bothered by the fact I don't remember any of it. That makes me uncomfortable."

"Well, Bridget's a little fuzzy too. And she apologized as well, for putting us in that position."

"Oh ok. Umm, Dylan." She looked me in the eye, working up the courage.

"Was I good? Jim never really seemed to enjoy it when we did it. Am I bad at sex?"

"Em, remember, I've had more girls than Jim, including Bridget, and you were the hottest fuck out of any of them. I don't know what was with Jim."

"Well, maybe it's because he had a small dick." She giggled now. "That was what Bridget and I started talking about before we started dancing. Neither of us was really satisfied by him. And he couldn't lick a pussy either."

"Yeah, Bridget is probably better at it than him."

"I don't know, I can't remember."

"We can call Bridget and find out?" I suggested it as a joke, but Emily froze up a little.

"Sis, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, really. It was a joke."

"No, Dylan, that's the thing. I almost want to. Just so I'd remember."

"You mean, you want Bridget and I…"

"I'm not sure. Is she ok with what happened?"

"Yeah, she is. But I told her we can't see each other anymore. I didn't want her trying to force herself on you. You know how she is."

"Yeah, she's only happy when she has a cock in her." We both laughed again, and she looked me in the eyes now, a serious look on her face.

"Dylan, I want to."

"So I should call Bridget?"

"No, just us, for now. I mean, if you want to."

Rather than talk, I leaned in and kissed her, to show her my answer. She was cool to that at first, but warmed up after a few seconds, and soon our tongues were dancing together. My arms wrapped around her, and we just sat there, making out, for a few minutes.

Emily was dressed in her usual pajamas, which consisted of a spaghetti-strap tank top and a pair of mesh shorts. I pulled her down so that we were both lying on our side, and pulled her body against mine. She moaned a little as she felt my hard cock crush against her crotch, and rubbed it through my pants.

She hooked a leg over my hips, and as we continued to make out, the 'tiger' in her started to awake. She rolled over so that she was on top of me, then reached down and pulled her shirt down, popping her left breast out of it. Her pair of beautiful C-cups defied gravity, and she shoved one into my mouth, which I began to suck on.

Her moans affirmed her enjoyment of my sucking, and she soon leaned back and took her shirt all the way off. She held her arms high behind her head for a moment, which gave me the chance to drink in how gorgeous she really was, before she dove back in to make out with me again.

As we played a second period of tonsil-hockey I could feel her crotch grinding on one leg, and her hand undoing my shorts. In no time at all, she had freed my monster from his confines, and slowly stroked it up and down, seeing how big it would really get.

She broke our kiss, and moved down my body, her hand still jerking my erect cock. She got down there and kissed it once, looking at it admiringly.

"Dylan, my god, your huge. Ingrid told me it was big, but wow." Ingrid was a friend of hers I had dated about a year ago. She had enjoyed slaying my dragon.

My sister now licked up and down my dick, before putting her lips around it and diving in a little bit. I was surprised that her technique was better than it was when she was drunk, but she didn't seem to take me as deeply. I guess alcohol reduced her gag reflex.

Emily alternated taking me in her mouth with running her tongue up and down my shaft and sucking on my balls. She was driving me nuts, but I didn't want to cum on her face like I had before, so I was trying to hold back. Finally though, I had to speak up.

"Emmy, if you keep that up, you're going to wear me. Again."

She giggled a little, and pulled back, her hand still thrusting up and down my shaft.

"I figured you'd done that. My face was all sticky the next day."

"Well, some of that was Bridget too, don't forget." Emily blushed at this, but came up and kissed me again, her jerking slowing down to a crawl.

"Big brother, will you stick this big dick in me now?" Dirty talk from such a pretty girl, I loved it. I reached down and pulled down her shorts and the thong she had underneath, exposing her bare pussy to my staring eyes. I saw she already was wet on her lips, and ran my finger up and down them, spreading the moisture.

This earned me a moan of enjoyment from my sister, and I leaned down and kissed one of her tits as I continued to rub her snatch.

"Enough teasing, put it in me." My sister was obviously a little cock-hungry now, but I didn't want to disappoint her, so I rolled on top of her, and rubbed my cock up and down her slit, coating myself with her juices.

"Mmmmm… That's it. That's what I want."

With that, I entered my sister for the first time again. Her pussy was as tight as I remembered, maybe even more so since she wasn't all worked up. I pushed in to her, letting her get used to my size before I went to town on her.

"God I feel so full. Why didn't I ever do this before?" This elicited a chuckle from me, and I leaned down and kissed Emily, as I began to thrust in and out of her.

We continued to fuck for a few minutes in the missionary position before Emily put her hands up to stop me and spoke authoritatively:

"Bro, I want to ride you."

I pulled out of her, and lay down on my back with my head on her pillows, my cock doing its best flagpole impression. Emily came over, kissed my cock, sucked each of my balls, and then positioned her kneeling figure over my member. She adjusted herself a few times and sat back, sinking my key deep into her lock. She groaned with pleasure again, muttering "So big, so full," before beginning to ride me.

And what a ride she was. She was so athletic and flexible that she did things I've never seen before or after. At one point she pulled her feet up so that instead of kneeling over me, she was squatting over me, still fucking me. At another point she had her legs out almost into a split, which opened her pussy up to a gaping hole. Through all this I was too impressed to cum, and just went along with her.

Finally, after fifteen minutes of acrobatics, she grabbed onto my shoulders, and really began to grind her pussy against me. After only a minute or two of this, she started breathing rapidly, and I grabbed her ass to help her along. This drove her wild, and I felt her shudder and cum around my cock, more juices spilling out onto my crotch all the time.

"Dylan, please don't stop" she cried, and I continued to thrust up into her as she floated down from her orgasm. Finally she almost collapsed, and I rolled over, my cock still in her, and started fucking her missionary again.

The sight of her lying on her back, cupping her own breasts and playing with her own nipples, her face flush with excitement, and her mouth making little squeaking noises, all added up to tip me over the edge. I raggedly croaked out "I'm gonna cum" and she grabbed my ass, pulling me deeper into her love tunnel. She also pulled her legs up and in, bending herself almost in two, which tightened her pussy down to an unbelievable size.

That was the final straw, and with a big groan, I began to shoot my load inside of her. This put my sister back over the edge, and she came along with me, our juices mixing inside her pussy.

After a minute, when I was sure I was done, and she had stopped shuddering, I pulled out, and lay next to her. Emily turned towards me, wrapped a leg over me, and kissed my cheek.

"Oh my God Dylan, that was fantastic. Now I know why you always have a girlfriend."

"Well sis, you weren't so bad yourself. I never knew what people meant by sexual gymnastics before."

"Mmm, well, you should see what other positions I can do." With that, she got more serious, and sat up on her elbows so she could look at my face.

"Dylan, what do we do now? I want to keep doing this."

"Umm, well, I guess we just keep it secret, and act the same around everyone else."

"Ok. As long as you keep that cock ready for me, I'll do anything I have to."

"Anything?"

"Yup. Anything."

I was about to come up with another snappy answer when we both heard a car pull in. I jumped off the bed and looked out the window to see our parents and Lisa getting out of the car. I grabbed my clothes and rushed off to my own room, barely getting dressed before my mother burst in to show me the new things she'd bought me for college.



Four Sided Triangle Ch. 05



Chapter 5 - Lisa's Story

As the youngest child, Lisa often got left out when Dylan and Emily got to have fun. As such, she had gotten good at detecting when either of them was keeping a secret from her, and for the last week, her 'secretgraph' had been going off the charts.

So when Lisa came home from shopping with her parents and headed straight up to show her older sister the g-string that her mom had finally let her wear (though that was all Emily ever wore, and had for years), she was really surprised that upon entering Emily's room, it stank of pussy, sweat, and something else.

"Emily, what's that smell?" She asked her older sister when Emily came back from the shower. Lisa was surprised when her sister turned beet red and muttered something about "working out," but let it go so that she could show her sister her new undies.

Emily smiled at her sister's excitement at moving from 'granny panties' to 'ass floss.' But in looking at her sister's body, she knew it was only a matter of time before she broke men's hearts.

Emily wasn't that skinny, and her C-cups weren't tiny, but compared to her sister, she had a boy's body. Lisa was an inch shorter than Emily at 5'4", but it wasn't that so much as her curves that made people forget they were sisters. While Emily (and Dylan) favored their father's dark hair and skin, Lisa got their mother's strawberry blonde hair, as well as her giant tits. Emily had often wondered why the 'D-cup' gene had skipped her, especially since her little sister had had bigger breasts than her for as long as she could remember. But Emily knew her ass and legs were her best features anyway, as Dylan had commented earlier while she was riding him like a prize bull.

Lisa had stripped down and was putting on one of her new g-strings, and her "Ta-da" finally broke her sister from her trance. Emily's response was a little slow, but then her mouth opened as she stared at her sister's crotch.

"Lisa, did you shave yourself?"

"Yeah, I've been doing it for a few months. I wanted to get in shape for bikini season. I took it all off, see?"

With that, she pulled down the g-string to show her sister her virgin pussy. Emily smiled, realizing that her sister was probably dying to show it to someone. Despite her best attempts, Lisa was a virgin. Dylan had made sure of that. While he seemed to let Emily do her own thing, he watched over Lisa like a hawk. She'd had boyfriends, but due to Dylan's protectiveness and the fact that her parents had caught him and Emily in several compromising positions, Lisa hadn't really had the chance to lose her virginity. But now that she had just turned 18, she was determined to make sure that would change.

"Very nice. I love how mine feels."

"I know. Especially when you go commando."

"Lisa?!" Emily blurted, surprised her innocent sister would do such a thing.

"Well, I have those black pants, and since I didn't want to show any panty lines, I had to do it. And wow, did I enjoy it."

Emily laughed now, and kicked her sister out while she got dressed.

As Lisa, fully clothed now, headed back to her room, she thought back to the smell. 

"I bet she was masturbating in there," she thought, and giggled to her self. She waved to her brother as she entered her room to drop off her clothes.

Lisa's relationship with her brother had been pure hero-worship when they were younger. It wasn't until Dylan had discovered girls and was never around anymore that Lisa began to favor her sister more, since she had cool things like bras and make-up. Lisa still had a crush on Dylan somewhere down deep, but the fact that he had been changing girls as often as socks lately bothered her more as a sister than anything.

When Lisa got back to her room, she stripped back down to her g-string, and tried on the black pants that she had mentioned to Emily. She looked in her full-length mirror, and saw that she now showed no panty line. Lisa ran her hands over her ass now, feeling how smooth it was. While she didn't have the tight ass that Emily did, Lisa stayed in good enough shape that her ass still turned heads, although it was the 'boys up front' that stole the show.

Lisa loved her breasts, and pinched one nipple now as she looked at herself. Her thoughts turned back to Emily's ass though, and the night she had spied on her sister and Jim fooling around downstairs. She had almost been caught, but the sight of Emily's head bobbing up and down on Jim's cock still filled her fantasies, as did Emily's striptease.

Lisa caught her hand rubbing her crotch now, and she changed out of her 'come hither' pants into something more comfortable, and headed downstairs. It was Saturday, and she wanted to find out if she could sneak out and join her siblings at whatever kegger they were headed to tonight. It was not long since they had their own party, and although she had spent most of her time keeping people out of the house, she had still had too much to drink, and ended up making out with some college boy before the night was over. She never caught his name though, and she was pretty sure it was a one night thing and she might never see him again.

Lisa's attention drifted back to the dinner table just as her mother asked Dylan and Emily if they had a date tonight. Both of them blushed at this, and vehemently denied it. This got Lisa wondering again. "What were the two of them hiding? They'd been acting weird since the party, but that wasn't it. Had something happened while she was off with that psychology major?"

Dylan realized he was getting paranoid about his 'relationship' with his sister. So far, only Bridget knew anything, and her memory was too fuzzy to really know what had happened. But his mother's comment tonight, combined with the looks Lisa had been giving him, had really freaked him out. Although he and Emily had agreed that this wouldn't be a two-time thing, that was only a few hours ago, and he realized how hard it would be to keep it secret. And where did Jim fit in on all this? Too many questions, not enough answers.

Emily's head was swimming with the same problems too, although she had already come to the conclusion that she would break things off with Jim. Their relationship had always been fairly casual, and she knew it wouldn't break his heart, as he would be heading off to college within a month, and although they were both going to college in Boston, her logical side knew it wouldn't last.

After dinner, Dylan and Emily decided that they were going to tell their parents they were going to a party, when instead they were going to go off for a little more 'alone time,' and try and figure things out. What complicated their plans though was that their parents signed off on Lisa going with them. That was a first, and it complicated matters.

As the three of them rode in the Jeep out to the camp on the lake where the party was being held, Lisa finally spoke up:

"Ok, what's going on between you guys? You've both been acting weird since the party. Did something happen?"

"Nothing." Dylan replied. "You're just paranoid because you're culpable as well."

"Oh c'mon," Lisa replied. "Mom and Dad figured it out already. They just don't care because we got everything cleaned up. I mean it. You guys are acting like you have a secret or something."

At the word secret, Emily's head whipped around and looked at her brother's, and Lisa knew she was on to something.

"You do! What is it?"

"There is no secret, Lisa, drop it."

"Does this have to do with Emily and Bridget doing 'Girls gone Wild' in the rec. room?"

Dylan flinched at Bridget's name, and Lisa knew she hit the bulls-eye again.

"Oohh, it does. Wait a second, where did you guys go after that? I don't remember seeing you outside, and I made sure the rec. room was empty."

Emily's blush told Lisa more than words could.

"Oh my god Emily, you were with Bridget, weren't you? Ewww, that's your brother's girlfriend."

"SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!" Dylan roared from the driver's seat, which caused Lisa, who'd been sitting in the back seat and leaning far forward to lean back in her seat, surprised at her brother's overreaction.

"Bridget and I weren't dating. We just, um, you know."

"You just fucked her." Emily spoke now for the first time, and there was acid in her speech. Lisa opened her mouth to speak, but Dylan beat her to it.

"Yeah, so, we were both single, so what's the problem?"

"Oh come on. She only fucked you to get back at me and Jim and after that only because you've got a big cock and she had nothing better to sleep with."

"Whoa, don't flatter yourself sis. I may have used your situation the first time, but I don't remember her complaining much, and you know what, she was pretty good too."

"Uggh, you men. That's all you think about."

"Well guess what, that's all Bridget thinks about too. Who's gonna be the next one to fill her up. You think you were something special to her?"

In the back seat, Lisa's mouth dropped open so wide that she could have fit a football team's worth of cocks up there. Her sister had sex with Bridget? Who had also slept with her brother? Ewwwww!

As Lisa had this realization, Emily's response was reduced to her only opening and closing her mouth as she realized what Dylan had just said, and in front of whom. Her head whipped around to Bridget, her eyes a mixture of fear and anger.

Lisa's face was still full of shock as her eyes turned to meet her sister's. The look on Emily's face only confirmed Dylan's comment, and as Lisa started to speak, she was cut off by her brother, who had pulled the Jeep off the shoulder now, and turned to face her.

"Lisa, if you ever tell anyone what I just said, or what I'm about to tell you, I will make sure that not only will you die a virgin, but that if you put one toe out of line, the whole town, including mom and dad, will know about it. Got that?

Lisa was too shocked to not believe her brother, so she nodded slowly. As she did, Emily's fear/anger mix kicked up a notch.

"Dylan, you can't tell her what happened. I mean..."

Dylan covered Emily's mouth with his finger, his eyes promising to Emily to trust him. Her face softened after a moment, and she turned back around and faced aimlessly out the windshield as Dylan spoke.

"After the rec. room incident, I caught your sister and Bridget making out upstairs. They were both so drunk, neither remembered, so I filled them in. No second base, no home run, no real gossip. Just two black-out drunken girls doing a little experimenting. Got it?" Lisa nodded, slightly disappointed that there wasn't more to it.

"And since you promised never to reveal this to another soul, this is the end of it, ok?"

Lisa nodded again, watching Emily now. Emily was turned and watching Dylan now, almost as if that wasn't what she expected him to say. They locked eyes, and smiled at each other, as Lisa processed the information she'd just been told.

One part of her wondered if Emily was a dyke, or bi. Another part had the mental picture of it. A third part of her wondered what it would be like to kiss her sister. And a fourth part wondered if her brother was lying to her, and if there was something more. After all, what girl hadn't 'experimented' with other girls, practicing kissing, shaving each other, etc? Hell, Lisa had even shown another friend how to masturbate, after watching Emily do it once.

Emily tried not to look over at Dylan after he finished telling Lisa the story. She was amazed that he had been calm enough to tell her that convincing lie, and thought about how she would make it up to him later. With that, she blushed again. This was her brother, and she was thinking of him like a boyfriend.

Dylan on the other hand, was praying to every god he knew that Lisa was buying what he was selling. He looked in the rearview mirror, and saw her looking out the window, obviously in thought. Every once in a while, she would still give him or Emily a strange look, but overall, it looked like she had bought it.

They rode in silence now, as they were only a few minutes from the party. While there, all three drifted in different circles, Dylan talking to some guys from his soccer and hockey teams, Lisa talking with some older girls she knew, and Emily cornering Jim and breaking it off with him. Jim took it well, but still left right afterwards. Emily thought he was going to find Bridget, but didn't really care. She had a cock available to her 24/7 right now, which made her smile.

Emily sat and talked with her sister's crowd now. Even though it had only happened five minutes ago, they all knew what had happened with Jim, and wanted details about him and their relationship. Emily answered all their questions honestly except "Why?" She also kept stealing looks over at her brother, who was a circle or two over, relieving past athletic glories. Finally Dylan motioned for her to follow him, and she excused herself from the conversation.

Emily followed Dylan outside, where he opened a beer for her and handed it to her. In doing so, he ran the very cold lip of the beer bottle up her arm, and over her nipple, which immediately hardened. It was subtle, but she still blushed and giggled. With that, they both went back in to the party.

In the few minutes they were gone; it seemed that Lisa had gone from sober to drunk. She didn't drink often, and since she was partying with a 'college' crowd tonight, she seemed determined to out drink them all. She was sitting on the lap of one of Dylan's friends now, her arms draped around his neck. As soon as Dylan entered the room, his friend's eyes got big, and he tried to motion to Lisa to move off. His move was subtle though, and Lisa was too far gone for subtlety at this point. In fact, she didn't even notice Dylan and Emily had reentered the room until Dylan's hand lightly took hers, and pulled her up off his friend's lap.

"What are you doing Lisa?"

"None of your business. Just having some fun." Her eyes were glassy, so Dylan knew it was time to go. He opened his mouth to tell his sister it was time to leave, but before he could, Emily spoke up:

"Well Lis, I bet we can have more fun out there than we can in here."

"Oh?" Lisa's interested was piqued, as was Dylan's, who gave his sister/lover a questioning look.

"Yeah. Let's go out front and I'll show you. Dylan, can you get Lisa a drink?"

Dylan opened his mouth to tell Emily that was a bad idea, but her look told him that his presence was no longer wanted, so he went back to the fridge from whence he came.

After Dylan turned left, Emily took her sister by the hand, and led her out onto the yard, where their Jeep was parked. She dropped the tailgate, and offered a seat to Lisa, who took it.

"Lisa, you really didn't want to hang out with him."

"Oh don't be Dylan, Emmy."

"No really, I saw him naked once, and he isn't that big."

"When did you see him naked?"

"Well, we... you know..."

"Ewww. I almost made out with a guy who fucked my sister?" Lisa noticeably recoiled at that thought.

"No-no, we never fucked, just made out. But does it really disgust you to kiss a guy I've kissed?"

"Yeah, that's like one step short of incest." Lisa lay back now, the alcohol making her drowsy.

It was Emily's turn to recoil; as this is the first time the "I" word had been presented to her since her fraternal copulation. As she was thinking of a response, Dylan sat down next to her, and slipped his arm around her.

"How's our little sister doing?" He asked cheerily.

"Just shwell. Where's my beer?"

Dylan and Emily both chuckled as Lisa's word now slurred.

"Emily was trying to convince me that 'incest is best'."

"Oh really. What did she say?"

"I think she was trying to get me to hook up with someone she hooked up with, but only if he has a nice big cock."

"Well, I'm sure your sister has seen her share of big cocks."

Emily elbowed Dylan in the ribs now, and he took his arm from around her to nurse them.

"Well Dylan, I know you're a big cock, but it has nothing to do with what's in your pants."

"Touche, sis. You don't complain too much though."

"What?!" Lisa had gone from almost passed out to fully awake now, and sat up, her face in shock as she stared at her siblings.

"What did you just say?"

Emily cringed at Lisa's interjection. She was so caught up in her flirting with Dylan she had forgot her sister was 3 feet away. She cringed and looked at Dylan.

Emily's back was to Lisa, so Lisa couldn't see the horror that had come over her sister's face. Dylan was facing her, and his look was more of confusion than horror.

"I said she doesn't complain too much about me being a cock. What did you think I said?"

"I thought you said she didn't complain too much about your cock."

"Wow Lisa, go to bed. You are hammered."

Emily had recovered enough now to turn and smile at Lisa.

"Yeah, who's the 'drunk girl' at the party now?"

"At least I'm not making out with someone my brother fucked."

"Umm Lisa, you were making out with someone your sister made out with. That's almost as bad."

"Yeah, but he's a guy."

"So. Are you telling me you've never kissed a girl?"

Lisa blushed a little now, her memories of her 'experimentation' parties with her friend Kate coming back to her. When she was younger, she and Kate had practiced kissing, masturbated together, and once even tasted each other to see if all girls had tasted the same.

"Yes, I have. So what."

"So what's wrong with me kissing Bridget? She was a good kisser, from what I can remember."

"Eww. That's gross."

"You've kissed a girl too."

"Yeah, but Kate and I were just experimenting. It doesn't count."

"Kate?" Dylan rejoined the conversation.

"Yeah, what about her?" Lisa was too drunk to see where this train was heading, but Emily could and started giggling.

"Umm, you've kissed someone your brother has too then."

"What? She never told me that."

"Well, one night when you were passed out after a party that all three of us had been too, she made out with me."

"Ohmigod. That is so gross."

Emily's giggles had gone into full blown laughter, and she stopped and took both her brother and sister's hands.

"You know what the best part about that is?"

"What?" Both of them answered.

"Now we've all made out with someone that each other have. It's like we're all one step removed from hooking up with each other."

Dylan started laughing too, but Lisa was hesitant. She'd never thought of that before, and the suggestion kind of made her wonder. Ever since she'd heard ... thought she'd heard Dylan talk about Emily not complaining, she'd wondered why Dylan would have chosen Emily over her. Emily was the same age as him, but she and Dylan had always been closer.

"Wow" Lisa thought. "I'm getting jealous over something that didn't even happen. And over my brother." She mentally shrugged, and returned to the conversation.

"Ok girls, let's head out." Dylan took the keys from his pocket, and headed around to the driver's door.

"Umm, Dylan, I'm not sure I can walk." Lisa's face had gone green as she tried to stand up, so she was sat back on the tailgate.

"Oh shit. Well, just curl into a ball and roll into the trunk. You can lay there on the way home."

"Dylan, it's going to be pretty bumpy," Emily added concernedly. "She'll probably throw up back there."

"Can we please not leave then? Let me just lie here for a while, and I'll be ok."

Dylan shrugged, and went around to check his younger sister's condition.

"Ok Lisa, but still curl up and I'll shut the tailgate, so that if you fall asleep, we can still leave."

Lisa followed his advice, and was asleep seconds after Dylan shut the tailgate.

Dylan moved around and joined Emily, where she had sat on the hood. Her body was resting back on her elbows, and her eyes were in the sky.




Four Sided Triangle Ch. 05



"Beautiful, huh?" She said, as she heard him approach.

"You sure are."

"Dylan, Lisa!"

"She's asleep. I can already hear her snoring.

"Oh, so she won't know I did this?" Emily leaned over and kissed Dylan, who was standing next to her. It was a long, slow, sensual kiss, and as she pulled away after a moment, they both exhaled.

"Nope, or this." Dylan leaned in and began to kiss up his sister's bare arm and onto her neck, his trail only broken by the thin spaghetti strap of her tank-top. As his hand rubbed down to her waist and under her shirt, she pulled away.

"Mmm, that feels good. But someone could walk by."

"Ok, then let's move somewhere more private."

"Where? The woods? I don't want a pinecone up my ass."

"But I heard you were in to that." Even in the dark, Dylan could see the faux dirty look he received.

"What about the back seat?"

"Sis, Lisa's back there."

"So, she's passed way out. C'mon, it'll be fun. I've never had sex back there."

"Really? I didn't know that."

"Yeah. You can pop my Jeep cherry."

Dylan laughed, and Emily pulled him around and inside, lightly closing the door behind her. She pushed him down onto the seat, and climbed on top, her legs straddling his torso. She leaned in and they kissed deeply.

Dylan's hands ran up and down his sister's sides, working her shirt up into her armpits. Finally, he brought his hands front and center, and covered her breasts. Emily bit his lower lip and moaned as he did this, arching her body forward, her crotch pressed into his stomach. She started to grind lightly now, her crotch going back and forth across her brother's stomach.

Dylan's fingers began to lightly rub Emily's nipples, bringing them to full attention. His lips trailed off hers now, his kisses moving down to her left breast. He began to suck lightly, and Emily pulled herself up into him, her hands gripping the roll cage above them as he snacked on her chest. Dylan's right hand slipped around her back and down the back of her shorts. Emily's tiny waist and flared hips allowed him easy access, and his hand felt that she had no panties on underneath the khaki shorts she wore.

"Little sister, where are you panties?" He spoke into her chest.

"I didn't wear any. Lisa told me about going commando, and it really turned me on, so I had to do it."

Dylan released her nipple again with a pop.

"Lisa goes commando?"

"Uh-huh. She's shaved too."

"Wow, that's pretty hot."

Emily grabbed him by the hair and turned his head up to look her in the eyes.

"Hey, focus some attention on the sister who's about to fuck you in the back of our Jeep."

They both laughed, and Dylan returned his attention to his sister's perky nipples.

Mere feet away, Lisa had awoken at the multiple mentions of her name, and come fully awake at the work 'fuck.' She stayed still listening to the sounds of copulation. She was facing the tailgate, so her back was to the lovers, so she couldn't see anything. Her groggy mind tried to fully comprehend what was happening.

"They're fucking. Ohmigod that's so gross. But it explains why they've been acting strange. Why did Dylan choose her? I wonder if he would fuck me." Lisa's mind raced with random thoughts, until the sound of her sister's long, low moan drilled into her head.

"Ohhh, that feels so good." The lovers had moved around now, and Emily crouched over her brother's face, his tongue frantically whirlwinding around her pussy. Dylan's hands cupped his sister's ass, kneading the tight ass cheeks that most guys would give their left nut to hold as he was now. One of Emily's hands moved through his unruly hair, pulling his head to her. The other cupped her own breasts, tweaking the nipples and cupping their weight, when she didn't need it to keep her balance.

Lisa's patience finally wore down, and she slowly and silently turned over so that she now faced the front of the vehicle. Her view was limited to her sister from the chest up, but that view, combined with the slurping sounds coming from the back seat, were more than enough to turn her on.

"I want you inside me now." Emily had cum once from her brother's oral attack, and now needed something bigger and fatter inside her slick, wet pussy. She moved off her brother, helping him to free his cock from his shorts, as they slid his boxers down to his ankles. Emily pushed him back down now, and mounted him, rubbing her lips up and down his cock a few times, and then sank his missile deep into her hole, and groaned with satisfaction.

"So big." Emily still wasn't used to the size of the heat her brother packed, and despite her lubrication, her pussy still stretched as she slowly bucked up and down. Dylan's hands were cupping her ass, spreading her cheeks wide as she bounced up and down on his pelvis.

After hearing her sister comment on how large their brother was, Lisa knew she had to see it. Getting out wasn't an option, but Lisa knew if she was careful, she might be able to sit up enough to see it. No matter what, she had to shift, as her pussy was so soaked she was afraid she would look like she wet herself.

As she quickly tried to work out a plan and her sister bounced like a basketball, Lisa suddenly realized that she had nothing to hide. They were the ones in the wrong, and her sitting up would do nothing but expose them. She mulled this over for a few minutes, before deciding this was the best course of action. She took a deep breath, and sat up suddenly, her eyes locking on her brother's crotch for a look at his cock.

Unfortunately for Lisa, her timing was terrible, and she sat up just as her incestuous siblings reached a mutual climax. Dylan's hands were locked onto Emily's hips, driving his cock deep inside her as splashed her insides with his cum. Emily held part of Dylan's shirt in one hand like she was riding a horse, and her other hands gripped her breasts, squeezing it tightly as her brother brought her to a shuddering climax. Both had their eyes closed, and neither noticed Lisa.

Lisa was a virgin, but she knew the sight of someone in the midst of an orgasm. As her jaw hit the floor, she got a good look at Dylan's dick.

"It's monstrous." She thought, not really having much to compare it to. As she stared though, she saw Emily start to open her eyes, and decided that since she had seen what she came for, there was no reason to admit she'd been awake. She dropped back down into her hiding place, trying to breathe silently as her siblings try to get their breath under control as well.

"That was fantastic, big brother. I love being on top." Emily leaned in and kissed him, then rolled off and looked for her shorts.

Dylan laughed, and then sat up. His eyes caught his sister lying in the back.

His voice low, he leaned in to Emily: "Do you think she heard us?"

"I hope not. It doesn't look like it. She hasn't moved. C'mon, let's go home now."

"Ok. Dylan redressed and slid to the front seat. Emily remained in the back, and the entire way home, diddling herself in the rearview mirror, which did nothing to help Dylan's driving skills.

The next day, Lisa woke up in her bed, still in her clothes from the night before, with a massive hangover. She lay there for awhile, going over what she remembered from the night. She mulled over what she thought she saw her siblings do, then dismissed it as nothing more than a drunk dream. With that, she got up, and started to peel off her clothing, preparing for a shower that she hoped would reduce the jackhammer currently operating on her skull.

After stripping, Lisa threw on her fuzzy pink bathrobe, and headed down the hall to the bathroom. The door was shut, so she stopped to look in Emily's room. There were voices in there, so she stuck her head into the doorway.

Dylan and Emily were in there talking, Emily still in bed, under the covers, and Dylan sitting on the bed, holding her hand. HOLDING HER HAND?!?!

"Maybe it wasn't a dream?" Lisa wondered, as she knocked on the bathroom, and receiving no answer, entered.

She spent the next 20 minutes in the shower, thinking over what she had seen, and coming to three solid conclusions: 1. She would never drink that much again, 2. Her brother was fucking her sister, and 3. He was going to fuck her too.

Lisa's body had made her nothing if not a good cock tease, so that afternoon, after their parents had gone to work and Emily had left for her job at an ice cream parlor, Lisa put plan "Brotherfucker" into action. She pulled out her smallest swimsuit, a dark green bikini whose three triangles of cloth did nothing except accentuate her giant rack and curvy hips, and put it on. She then sauntered down the hallway, and leaned into Dylan's room.

"Hey big bro, wanna come swimming?"

"Umm, not right now. I'm trying to finish this email for my college."

"Aww, c'mon. After this summer, we'll never get to hang out anymore." Lisa put on her best pouty face, and leaned down, which only made her bikini top strain harder to hold back the twin monsters.

"Ohh, all right. Just for a little bit. Go ahead, and I'll meet you down there."

"Great!" Lisa answered him cheerily, and then hurried downstairs to the pool for phase 2.

Dylan joined her after a few minutes, and as he approached, Lisa timed her exit from the pool. The water had done nothing to flatten her curves, and as she exited the pool up the ladder, she could feel her brother's eyes boring a hole in her chest. The thought of it turned her on, which made her nipples, which were already poking through the bikini, only harden a little more.

As Dylan went to set his towel down, Lisa stepped up onto the diving board. She bounced once, and then dove in. As soon as she hit the water, her hands went to work, and by the time she surface in the shallow end, they had performed their duty.

Dylan looked up from taking off his sandals just in time to see his little sister come up the ladder again. Only this time, her bikini top was nowhere to be seen.

Dylan realized he should tell his sister, but the site of her breasts was nothing short of breathtaking, and his mind shut down for a few seconds.

Lisa let him drink it in for a moment, then looked down, and 'realized what had happened'

"Ohmigod! My top!" She hurriedly covered her chest, although her little arms really weren't up to the task. She then turned and looked back into the pool.

"Dylan, could you get it for me? It's floating over there."

The sound of his name knocked Dylan from his trance, and his gaze drifted from his sister's chest to the direction she was indicating. He saw the bikini top, floating on the top of the pool, out of arm's reach. He slowly walked over and jumped in, snatched the bikini top, and swam back to the edge, where he handed it up to Lisa.

Lisa reached down with one arm, giving Dylan yet another great look at her chest, before taking the bikini top. Turning away from him, she took stock of her wayward piece of clothing.

"Oh shoot. Dylan, can you tie this for me?"

By now, Dylan's hard-on was sticking straight out in his swim trunks, and there was no way he was getting out of the pool because she would see it.

"Umm, sure. Come over here."

Lisa complied, her hands holding the twin pieces of cloth to her breasts as she jumped down into the pool. She walked over to her brother, and then turned around, her bare back and barely covered ass towards him. One hand reached up and moved her hair out of the way, the other holding the top.

"Just grab the straps and tie them please."

Dylan realized that to do so, he was going to have to grab the straps that now dangled in the cleavage between her breasts. Throwing caution to the wind, he reached over her shoulder, down her chest, and plucked one strap out, his hand brushing her breast. He repeated the operation with his other hand, before tying the two together.

He then reached around and found one strap for the bottom tie, but couldn't find the other. He looked again and realized that Lisa had it trapped underneath her arm, and the cloth covering her right breast.

"Umm, Lisa, the strap is, you know."

"What? Oh, here." Lisa lifted that side of her top, letting the strap fall out, but also exposing her breasts at a much closer range. She knew it was working though, as she felt Dylan's erection poke her in the back again.

Dylan quickly tied the bottom tie, and stepped back.

"Oh, thanks big brother. Sorry for flashing you." As she said this, she stepped closer to Dylan, and threw her arms around his neck, pressing her chest to his.

"You're the best."

She leaned up and kissed his cheek, her wet hair touching his shoulder, and her crotch rubbing his. Dylan was dumbstruck again and only pulled out of it after she took his hand, and led him towards the pool.

They both swam around for awhile, Lisa being playful, and Dylan's boner staying up. His thoughts drifted to whether Emily was going to be home soon enough, or whether he was going to have to take care of this himself.

Finally, he was getting tired, and decided to get out. As he reached the ladder, Lisa called out: "Wait, before you get out."

Dylan stopped, his hands holding the ladder. Lisa sauntered over, her wet breasts dripping, her nipples still protruding. As she approached, she wrapped one arm around his neck again, and leaned in.

"Thank you again." With that, she kissed his lips softly. She then pulled away, her hand slipping down his chest. As he turned and put one foot on the ladder, Lisa spoke again.

"Dylan?" 

He turned to look at her.

"Do you like my breasts?"

He nodded slowly, trying not to stare at them, but doing so out of the corner of his eye.

"Then why won't you touch them?"

Dylan's head whipped around, his vision locked onto Lisa's breasts, which she had somehow bared in mere milliseconds.

"I want you to touch them, fondle them, lick them, suck them, fuck them, and do anything else you want to them. Will you do that for me please, big brother?"

Dylan nearly fell off the ladder as he heard these words come from his innocent little sister's mouth.

"Lisa, I... I can't."

Lisa moved closer now, and pulled her brother by the arm back into the pool, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"But you do it for Emily."

Dylan's mind reeled now. "Oh shit, she had been awake." His thought of what to do next was lost though, as he felt his sister's lips on his again.

Seizing the moment, Dylan kissed her back, bringing his arms up around her waist and back. He rubbed up and down her wet back now, their mouths locked in battle. Lisa grabbed Dylan's hands, and placed them firmly on her breasts. As he began to fondle them, tweaking the nipples, she felt a rush of warm fluid between her legs. She groaned into his mouth, before pulling back only an inch.

"My room. Now."

They quickly hurried upstairs, stopping to make out twice along the way. When they finally reached Lisa's room, she pushed Dylan back onto the bed, and proceeded to remove her bikini bottom, exposing her whole body to him. She then stood over him, and pulled his head to her breast.

Dylan sucked on her breast like it was the last food on earth, and upon hearing her moan again, his hand slipped from her butt, which he had been cupping, around to her crotch.

He massaged up and down her slit, feeling the wetness not so much from the pool, but from her. As he switched breasts, he attempted to insert a finger into her. She swatted his hand away though, and instead, knelt down in front of him, and pulled his swim trunks off, exposing his massive hard-on, which had raged since Lisa had 'lost' her top. She dove into it with vigor, making up for lack of experience with energy.

Like her sister, Lisa was a natural cocksucker, and soon she was taking almost all of Dylan down her throat. As she finally bottomed out and could take no more, she released his cock from her mouth, and took over pumping by hand. With that, she moved back up her brother, pushed him onto his back, and lay next to him, kissing him. His hands soon came back into play, one fondling her breast, the other stroking her wet hair. As his 'breast' hand headed south again, she placed her hand over his.

"Dylan, wait. There's something I need to tell you."

"What?"

"I'm a virgin, and the first thing I want in me is your penis. Will you please do that for me?"

Her switch from naughty vixen to naïve virgin only made Dylan hornier, so his answer was to kiss his sister fiercely. He rolled her over onto her back, and continued to kiss her. Finally, he put his body between her legs, and holding his dick with one hand, began to rub it up and down her slit.

The buildup of the afternoon had gotten to Lisa, and as soon as his dick brushed her clit for the first time, she came; her bottom began to spasm a little, her voice screeching out little yelps. Dylan kept rubbing up and down before she finally came down off of it, and looked at him. With that, he smiled at her, and slowly, tenderly, pushed himself into her.

Lisa had known he was pretty big and that she would be tight, but she had no idea that she would feel this full as he entered her. She was so wet from their foreplay that he slid in easily, and punctured her maidenhead with one sharp thrust. She groaned, a little with pain, a lot with pleasure, and soon he was fucking her with a nice rhythm.

Lisa's hands had gone to her breasts, and the site of her playing with herself, plus the knowledge he had just taken her cherry, plus the nice blowjob she had given, made Dylan know that he was not going to last long. In fact, after only a few minutes, after Lisa had her first orgasm via penis, he pulled out of her, his penis throbbing on the edge of orgasm.

Lisa grabbed it and pulled him forward, smashing her tits together over his penis. Dylan smiled down at his sister, who looked back up at him, then at his penis, which only thrusted twice between her tits before coating them, and her face, with his milky cum. 

As he finished, Lisa wiped his cum off of her face and stuck his penis in her mouth and licked him clean, just as she had heard her sister do the night before. She then kissed Dylan on the cheek, whispered "Thanks bro" and hurried off to the bathroom to clean the shiny cum stains off her body.

She hadn't made it two steps in the hallway before she literally ran into her sister, who was standing around the corner.

"Emily!" Lisa started, unsure of her sister's reaction to her coupling with their brother. Dylan, who was just putting his swim trunks back on, hurriedly did so and also came out into the hallway.

Emily didn't speak at all, just silently reached out and with her finger, wiped a little of Dylan's cum off Lisa's neck. She then stuck her finger into her own mouth.

"That was the hottest thing I have ever seen. Lisa, you slut, I can't believe you let him take your cherry. He had a big head before, now he's not going to fit through doors."

Dylan and Lisa both breathed sighs of relief, happy their sister hadn't blown up at them.

"And you Dylan, how dare you sully our innocent little Lisa. You should be punished for that. Come into my room, and I'll take care of you."

She winked at Lisa, and then wiped a second spot of cum, this time sticking her finger in Lisa's mouth. She then stepped past her, and dragged Dylan past Lisa into her own room.

"Come on big bro; let's see if the little red-headed slut taught you anything."