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Sisters Pt. 01

By: electricblue66



I have always had a thing for sisters.

My own sister is six years older than I am. As a consequence, by the time I was in high school, she was long gone from the family home, was living on the other side of the world, and I never knew her at all. We were, quite simply, strangers within our own family. But I have always been proud of my tall, elegant, unknown sister. 

During my years at university, I would go back to my home town each semester break and over those long hot summer holidays, one year a sweet girl would entrance me and captivate me, and then the next year her sister would do the same. I was like Merlin trapped in his tree, and Nimue and her sisters spun their magic. I was hopeless.

I had survived those angst ridden teenage years where you learn to love and lust, bounce from hopeless crushes to those first tentative kisses, then clumsy gropes in the back row of the movies, hurried hand jobs in cars, the occasional weekends where parents were away and long hair fell down over pale skin, and more memories were chosen and made and remembered. 

The bad moments were forgotten, the wondrous minutes expanded into hours, and so little myths and moments became permanent etchings and carvings on shelves in my mind. So many lovely girls had places there. Some might have loved me in their own young, innocent ways, and some held my hand and ran with me in the rain.

One pair of sisters entranced me especially. At the beginning of my second year at uni I sat in the college dining room with my mates from the previous year, and we assessed the girls coming into their first year in the hall. We judged in our chauvinist way whether they had come from state schools or the fee paying private schools, mummy and daddy's little angels; or the Catholic schools, virgins maybe, innocence doubtful. I knew that two girls were coming down from my home town, I didn't know them, but knew of them through my parents.

They were both dark haired, these two, but the slighter, smaller girl beguiled me immediately. Her friend was bigger breasted, taller, not so much my type. But Tori, she was slim and delicate. Her hair was dark, cut just above her shoulders, and she had a way about her when she turned her head to look at me. She would turn her head, but as she did so she would close her eyes, as if she could not bear to see the smearing wash of the turning movement. 

The effect was always there - she would turn her head and there would be the movement of her face, and a sway of her hair, but the face that now looked in my direction would always be eyeless. And then she would then open her eyes, slowly, but always looking directly at me. She always did it, and at first it was a bit unnerving because her gaze would always be so direct, once her eyes were open. 

Once I got used to it, I saw that there was a more subtle effect, that I'm not sure that Tori even knew. The way she slowly opened her eyes was just so sexy, so slow. It was like a swoon in reverse, this lazy slow look, as if Tori knew that her eyes would open and reveal her thoughts. It was like a little seduction, every time. She was a slight, slender, sexy little thing with languid eyes; a young woman, no longer a girl.

We would often, a group of us, often go for a long walk around the side of the mountain to a swimming lagoon on the lake. The lake was shallow and its water quite warm, and a beach had been constructed with a diving pontoon some thirty metres from shore. That day there were five or six of us, I can't remember now exactly who, but I do remember Tori. 

It was the first time I had seen her strip down to her swimming costume, which was a black one-piece, cut low down her back to a scoop of cloth just covering the cheeks of her bum. She was shy, and turned quickly onto her belly and lay with her arms in front of her body, hiding her chest and her small breasts.

It was hot, and the pontoon was the thing, because I could show off my fast swim and slender frame as I climbed from the water, and then we three boys would bomb the water, a competition to make the highest mushroom of spray, a crump as our bodies hit and levered against the water, or a carefully timed flip of our legs in a rotating dive. Water would burst and spray twenty metres with a good martini. I don't know why we called those spraying dives a martini, but that's what they were. We laughed and showed off for thirty minutes or so, and then tired of the water.

The other two knew that I had a thing for Tori, and as we straggled back to the shore, one of them pulled my feet from under me and I floundered in the water. The two of them were orchestrated, and one grabbed my legs, the other my arms, and carried me dripping to where Tori lay.

"Don't you dare, you bastards, she's dry."

But my chivalry was no good. As she turned to see what was happening, the two of them dropped my dripping body right on top of her, my weight pushing her back on to her towel.

"God, I'm so sorry," I panted, "they're such tools. I've drenched you. Are you OK?"

Luckily for me she had a sense of humour, and she just pushed me off herself and sat up, wrapping her towel around her slightness. It was probably just as well that the water was a bit cooler now, because I was saved the embarrassment of a swelling cock against her. I have to say, I didn't mind what had just happened. But still, not cool. 

But I wrapped my own towel around myself and dried off in the sun. Tori and I chatted about this and that, how her course work was going, that sort of thing. The sun was warm and a gentle breeze caressed our skin. Tori forgot that she was a nervous fawn, and lay on her back, her head resting on a pillow of our clothes. She was slender and her limbs were fine, and lying on her back her small breasts flattened on her chest. 

Damn, that one-piece was nicely cut. It scooped in at the sides of her waist before splitting into two long triangles of cloth that separated over her slight breasts, but could not hide the bumps of her budding nipples, slightly peaked in the cooling breeze. I couldn't help myself and had to gaze at her lovely curves. And she turned her face towards me, with that slow, heavy lidded stillness, and when she looked up at my face, she could see the direction of my gaze, and I was caught. 

Tori's big brown eyes opened just a fraction wider than her familiar look, and I knew that I was seen, looking at her body. She looked down at her body, as if to intersect with the direction of my look, and when she slowly moved her eyes back up, she dragged the line of my gaze and silently commanded me. We looked into each other's eyes, and it was a different kind of seeing. I had seen her, and maybe she was realising I was there.

We made our way back along the path to the hall and I carried her bag full of gear, my towel draped across my shoulder. If it was a walk to the library I would have carried her books. The others were content to leave us to wander along by ourselves, behind the gang, and they were giving us space and time. We were friends together and knew each other's moods well. The boys could fool around where there was water and sun, but we would give each other space as the sun went down. And the girls were innocent and learning, and as the low moon rose, their moods were ethereal, weaving spells over us and especially me. Tori was slight and dark, with something of the fey about her.

But this was something simpler. I had been dropped on her unawares, wet and cold, and she had laughed as she rolled away. But she had felt my body on hers in the warming sun, and even though she was quiet and reserved, maybe Tori would respond in her own slow time, her languid look as she turned towards me, turning sultry. I hoped so, oh yes, I hoped so.

In the end it was in her own slow time and in her own unique way, which I did not expect. About a week or so after our walk back from the lake in the dusk, Tori came to my room one evening late, a quiet knock on the door. I had been reading, lying on the bed opposite the window, with just a single lamp on. 

The window was open, a mild late summer breeze lifting the scent of a freshly mown grass lawn up to the second storey in the cooling night air. A half moon had risen, casting a pale blue shadow over the courtyard and the room. Tori put her finger to her lips, hush, not a sound. She pulled a chair around so that its back was against the window, shucked off her shoes and was bare legged, bare footed, wearing a pleated skirt and a loose shirt buttoned down the front.

She kneeled on the cushion of the chair and leaned on its back, looking out the window, not saying a word. Her elbows rested on the back of the chair, and her chin rested in the palms of her hands, her fingers like a little prayer on each side of her face. The moonlight cast a pale shadow into the room, her shadow a darkness on the floor. She was motionless for two or three minutes, not saying a word. I put my book down and turned off the lamp. 

This was not usual for Tori, and I knew something was unfolding here, but it was her play, not mine.

She looked slowly back at me and then back out the window. In the shadow of the chair I saw that one hand had dropped to the edge of her skirt, and her fingers curled around the hem. 

Slowly, slowly (God, this girl did everything slowly), slowly she started to roll the skirt up her thigh, a tantalisingly slow roll of cloth. Then there was a tighter bunch, and she stretched out the fingers of her hand to grip a fuller fold of the pleated cloth, but still the slow rising of the cloth was slow. One side of her skirt was raised near her hip now, and there was a diagonal of cloth draping across the back of her legs down to the other knee, and now this side of cloth also started to slide upwards.

The high side of the cloth was now as high as her hip, and bunched up close to the waistline of the skirt. Half her ass cheek was now a pale half crescent, and I realised I could not see the line of her panties - surely by now I would be seeing the soft curve of her underwear? And then she shifted her knees, so they were spread maybe eight inches apart, and now she was twisting on the waist band of her skirt so that the other side also lifted higher, and now the full curve of the bottoms of both cheeks were slowly visible. 

I saw, in the dark shadows of the chair, in the shadow of the moonlight, that there was another dark shadow, that was the darkness of Tori's splitting crotch being revealed before me, uncovered except by the cloth of her skirt. Which was now fully lifted and bunched about her waist, and before me were the two taut cheeks of her ass, curved above the bare thighs, and a dark shadow between her legs. And her hand stopped its upwards pull of the cloth.

Again, she slowly turned towards me, her eyes closed until she was ready to look, and then the languid, slow opening of those heavy lids, and her eyes were dark. She looked back to the window, and shifted her knees maybe another two inches apart. Her skirt was bunched high around her waist, her ripe bum was exposed to my stare, and now her slow hand reached for the buttons of her shirt, undoing them slowly one by slow one. Damn, her seduction was slow and freezing me motionless, my eyes a burning heat within my astonished skull.

Again Tori turned towards me, and this time she nodded, just the once, a permission. Her skirt was bunched right up around her waist, and her shirt all undone, but held close to her body, nothing showing. Across the courtyard the opposite rooms were either darkened windows with curtains drawn and glimmers of light around the outside, or black windows; the rooms unoccupied. 

Directly across from my window was Tori's darkened room, her lights off, for her darkness was here in my room. But Tori wasn't taking anything to chance. Should anyone have looked up at her at my window, they would only have seen a dark silhouette of a girl, gazing out the window, with a shirt held warm around her. The bareness of her legs and backside and the glorious darkness between her legs were a secret thing, for my eyes alone, inside the room and in the moonlight shadow.

And for my hands, because now I was willed to move by her slow-eyed look, and I quickly crawled out of my clothes and made my way to her on the floor, for I instinctively knew she did not want any sudden movement to be seen from outside, no movement to attract attention. I was behind her, my face inches away from her shadowed groin, and the curves of her bottom were taut and fine before me. 

I slowly ran one hand up the outside of her leg, as slow as her lifting of her skirt, and she took that one hand in hers and placed it further up inside her loose shirt and onto the tight peaked nipple rising tight and proud from her small breast, and held it firm to her heart. She squeezed my hand to her breast, and in turn I held her breast firm and tight, and ah goodness, I could just feel the quick flutter of her heartbeat against the cup of my palm. Her movements and her look may have been slow, but her quick pulse beat another story.

I gently pressed on her hardened nipple and her small breast, which was hot under her shirt, and enjoyed the delicate weight of it on my palm, and her breast was nicely curved. And now she took one of her fingers and ran it between her legs, slowly, a gasp emitting from her throat, and a sigh. Satisfied with her wetness, Tori reached further back and found my other hand, and brought it with her own up to her nestled sex, and made me cup her sweet dark place. 

She pressed her weight down upon it and slowly squirmed upon my palm, gently rocking from side to side, back and forth, and her sex was wet on my palm, her lips slick. She clasped her hand to my hand that was against her breast, and pressed it hard to her. So both my palms cupped her two hot places, and both her hands pressed my hands to her heat.

"Kneel down behind me," she whispered,"I want you in me."

I carefully climbed onto the chair behind her, and placed the head of my shaft to the centre of Tori's wetness. She was light and delicate, and I had a length, but I did not know how experienced this girl was.

"Come down on to me," I urged, "I can hold your weight." 

She was a fairy light thing, dark and lithe, but clearly knowing what she wanted. I was astonished at her audacity in this seduction, and she had either thought this through many times in her head, because her seduction was preternaturally slow and determined and I was being entranced by her, or she was moving moment by delicious moment. It didn't matter, it was slow and magical.

But Tori was frustrated by the clumsiness of our bodies on the chair. 

"Back on the bed, go back to the bed," she murmured. 

As she left the window she pulled one curtain across so there was only half a moon beam, but it cast its blue light over the thrown back blankets. She pushed me onto my back on the bed and pulled that twist of her skirt down her legs and cast it to the floor. Tori left her shirt on, but it swung open as she climbed on top of me, sitting upright. 

Her breasts were hard nippled and firm, just a slight curve of flesh on her delicate body. She was small framed and lithe, a flat tummy and narrow waist, a shadow of dark hair at the base of her belly. She was little, but oh fuck, what a woman. Tori had surely decided exactly what she wanted, and was taking it, getting it. She may have been only nineteen, but she was a woman, not a girl. Damn, she was heat, smouldering.

She looked down at me, her big eyes open wide, pupils black and dilated. Her black bob of hair was dishevelled now, falling about her face and hiding it like a veil, a dark, black veil. Her nose was little and upturned, her lips full. Tori's tongue was a concentrated little point just piercing her lips, as she raised herself on her haunches and started to lower herself onto my hardness. 

Slow, wet inch by slow, wet inch she slowly impaled herself onto my shaft, her eyes never blinking and never moving her gaze from my face. I sank into her eyes as my heat sank into her wetness, and the two of us were making little moans together as she sheathed me in her tightness. Christ she was tight, and arched her back as if to make room for my length.

She collapsed onto my body, and sprawled her littleness along my tall slimness, and I held her close on top of me, my hands cupping her taut ass and pressing her to me. She nuzzled her mouth into my neck, and then rolled to her side, taking my length with her so that we lay on our sides, my cock deep inside her, one of her legs pulled high and resting on my hip. 

Our hands laced fingers through and through, held to our chests like a mutual prayer. So we lay slowly together, quiet and slowly moving. We had no urgency and her slowness was restful, and she lengthened my time and made sure I was hard in her for a long time. Just lying gently on our sides, hardly moving, just a slow, sweet caress of our moon blue skin.

Her slowness was so slow, and her langourous, heavy lidded gaze so langourous, and her smouldering sexuality so burning and intense; that there was a weave of conflicting magical spells in the room, all cast in blue under the cooling moonlight. We both wanted this intensity to peak and explode right now in a surging fire of ecstasy, in a shower of gold; but at the same time we both wanted this slow, liquid molten heat to last forever like a slow river of silver weaving and meandering through a forest.

So we resolved the impossibly good dilemma by scattering and caressing the touch of our delicate fingers up and down each other's bodies like moths darting near a flame; our kisses murmuring endearments over our throats and cheeks and eyelids, tongues penetrating lips and sucking heat into each other's mouths. 

Our words to each other were soft little exhalations at the wonder that was between us, no real words or sentences, just our thoughts made breath. This was a firstness between us, and might be a last, so in that mutual moment it was as if we both wanted it to last forever. And for a moment, it did. 

Our gentleness and wet unhurriedness was so slow, so gentle, that at one point, and it might have been for ten minutes or ten seconds, I don't know, we fell asleep in each other's arms, my hardness still deep in her wetness and in her clench, her delicate fingers a soft palmed embrace of my cheek, her hand feeling the pulse over my heart, my hand a stopped caress of her silk black hair.

With a small start I shifted awake and opened my eyes. As I did so, I felt a rolling twist of my body and when I blinked, there gazing back at me were not the dark black eyes of Tori that I expected to see, but a piercing gaze of blue, looking back at me, deep into me. Then there was the rolling twist once more, and I opened my eyes again, to see Tori's familiar slow eyed gaze, her eyes slowly opening with that direct, familiar look.

"I think I've just seen my own eyes," I said. "I think I just rolled out of my body, looked at my own eyes, and rolled back. That was incredible."

"How can that be?"

"I think it's a peak moment of intensity, that triggers something in the brain. You've peaked me, lovely girl, you've reset my brain."

"Reset mine," she urged, and began to move on me with a new urgency. She dipped her finger down between us to pull some of her wetness up over her clit, and I could feel the urgency of her finger frigging herself. Her other hand snaked around to my ass, and she pulled me hard into her. She clenched, and bit her lip and then bit mine, and a salt taste was in our mouths, and a new passion was upon her, rising and speeding. Her finger on the top of her sex was like a switch, and her movements were no longer slow and considered. Tori was in a new place now, a hot surging place.


Sisters Pt. 01



She no longer wanted moonlight slowness, she was remembering the sun on her skin and the heat of light, and was chasing the golden heat. She was my night, and I was her day. She rolled from her side to her back, and both hands clenched to the cheeks of my ass, and her fingers dug.

"Fuck into me hard, golden boy, fuck me hard," she hissed.

This complete unexpectedness from her was an instant thrust, and I surged my prick into her tightness, and she held and gripped me there. Her lithe body was writhing back under me, her hips bucking up as mine thrust in, and we started a quick, urgent fuck. She was biting down on one knuckle now, to stop herself crying out, for the walls of the rooms were thin and sound carried. 

I cradled the back of her head in my hand, and took my weight on my elbows, and arched my chest and neck above her and fucked her long and sweet and hard. Her voice was a whimpering in the room, little cries of overtaken joy and ecstasy, choked back so she would not cry out.

Ah,Tori was a little sweet thing beneath me, and I was lithe and fast and strong above her and deep inside her, and now she was a building peak of exhilaration, her wet sex clinging to my prick as I thrust into her deep, my length a hot shaft deep inside her, and her sex was a tight clench on my cock, deepening. Her hands were clutching at the cheeks of my ass now, pulling me hard inside her. And she raised her legs high and opened herself wide, and her thighs were closing tight upon my hips now, and then her calves wrapping around my back as she wrapped me tight into herself. 

She was open and fucked hopeless under me. Then the pace of her breath quickened, and she ground her pubis up against me so that her clit felt the long hard thrust of my cock swithing deep inside her wet tight sex, and she clenched herself to me, and with a long arch of her back and a deep croon in her throat, she came.

Tori came, her rippling orgasm clenching through her limbs and jerking muscles tight over me. And her long clenching hold on my cock gripped me hard, and her body pulled onto mine, and with a spasming ripple I matched her sweet coming, and pumped thrust after pulsating thrust into her, falling my weight onto her like a dead thing, my cock a pumping surge of wet come. 

Ah fuck, she was small and light and delicate, and I had heaved my weight onto her like some uncontrolled thing, some beast. And she was like some fairy witch, because she had entranced me so, her little darkness a pulse of midnight black. We lay panting and heaving, a sheen of sweat slick between us.

I rolled to my side, my softening cock still inside her, and Tori nestled herself down onto my groin to keep me inside her. She nestled her hands between us, one palm on my heart, the other caressing my throat slowly. Her lovely dark eyes were big and soft, gazing at me.

"Your blue eyes," she said, "your blue eyes are so deep, ah God, let me fall into them."

Her own heavy lidded eyes closed, and she kissed me once, on the lips.

"Hold me close, A, hold me hard. I don't know if we will do this again, so hold me tightest now." 

Her voice was a longing already, soft and lost. I was too young to keep her, and she was too young to be kept. But we had seared each other into each other's heart. Tori.

-- ooo OOO ooo --

That was the only time with Tori. It was as if we both knew that we were too young to control that intensity again, and could not bear the parting that would inevitably happen. So we silently agreed that the one night was all there was, the slow rising of her skirt her only seduction of me. No-one else ever knew. 

Sometimes I would see her kneeling at her own window across the courtyard, her shirt draping her body and her hand down. She would look at me across the courtyard, but I would pretend not to see her. Sometimes I would stand at my window in the darkness gazing at the darkness of her room. The next semester Tori moved to another block of the college. I never saw that room.

When Tori turned her head, she would close her eyes as her head moved, as if she could not bear to see the smear of vision as her eyes moved. And when her face stopped its turn, she would slowly open her big dark eyes, and they would already be gazing straight at me. She always did it. She was little and dark, small breasted, dark haired. She turned her face slowly, and opened her eyes. She always did it.

--ooo OOO ooo --

Sarah was curvy and fair, fuller breasted and blonde. Taller than Tori, Sarah was the twin sister, visiting from our home town. More unalike I could not imagine, Tori with her small, lithe darkness, Sarah taller with her blonde radiance. Younger, but already confident. Competing with her sister, perhaps? Sarah was only down for two weeks, staying with her sister. Nobody knew she was there, until this gorgeous blonde girl with the greenest, greenest eyes came into the dining room one evening.

She was delectable, a confident swing already on her hips as she walked. Whereas Tori was dark and kin to the faeries and the moonlight, Sarah was sunshine and daytime and bright golden light. But sisters, oh yes; despite their differences, their similarities were there to be seen. The same, but opposite; the same, but different. Sisters. 

And I, being a son of the sun, with my own blond hair and golden tanned skin, with no more than five minutes thought, well, I was doomed at the sight of her. Icarus, born to crash and fly, but not in that order, that was me.

It was winter, and the lake was brushed with cold winds and black ice would careen careless drivers into the guard rails on the road around the mountain. The dusk came in quickly at that time of year, but I had it in my head to show Sarah the lake and the play of the settling sun on the water, long red tinged ripples reflecting across the water, darts and arrows flashing with the wake of landing birds and meandering swans. 

The walk to the water's edge was maybe half an hour there, half an hour back, half an hour in between. Sarah set off wearing a thin woollen jumper but was soon cold. I was wearing an old suit jacket I had picked up for five bucks at an Op Shop, so wrapped it around her shoulders, chivalrous because I was now fucking cold but wasn't going to tell her that. Jesus, love is fucking blind, stupid and dumb. Or was that just me?

Down by the water's edge she was content to stand and watch, checking out the final blaze of the sun on the water as it dipped and flared red on the blackness. And I was content to stand off to one side and watch her, as she stood there with her arms wrapped tight around herself in the cold, nicely pushing up her full breasts in my coat, and pulling it into her narrow waist. Without doubt, my coat looked way better on her than it ever did on me, and I told her so.

Sarah laughed, "yes, aren't I just the fashion queen!" 

And her laugh was clear and bright, always a smile with pearly white teeth. She was young, she was pretty, she was wearing my coat. And I was fucking cold, and she saw me shiver.

"Here, Galahad," she laughed, "your gallantry has been noticed, here, come share your coat with me."

And she opened up her arms which were covered in the long sleeves, and welcomed me inside her wrap of the coat, and her body was immediately warm against mine.

"God, you are cold, here, let me warm your back." 

And placed her hot hands inside the back of my shirt and held me close against herself, her hands low over my kidneys, her breasts against my chest. Sarah was delectable and warm, and in her closeness I could smell the fragrance of the shampoo in her hair.

"Come on," she said, "let's get back before you freeze to death." 

And wrapped one arm about my waist and started walking, so it was only natural that my arm went around her, and we managed to synchronise our paces and lock ourselves together. The walk back was faster, because the wind had risen and we wanted to get out of the cold as fast as we could. 

Soon we were away from the open exposure down by the water, and the quick walk warmed us both. We then found it easier to just hold hands, and there was a nice innocence between us. I have no idea what we talked about, but we did, and when we got back to the hall, wanted to continue talking about whatever it was. So we ended up in my room; the second sister, in my room.

I was still cold from the wind. "I'm going to have a shower, why not make yourself a cup of tea or coffee while I'm gone."

The shower block was down the corridor, so I grabbed my towel from the rack and made my way there. The water was hot and welcome, and I soaked the cold from my bones, just standing under the spray, steam rising, water falling. When I got back to my room the light was low and Sarah was not immediately to be seen. But then I heard a stir behind me, and realised she had crept into my bed, and was hidden in the thick doona, her nose and cat shaped eyes peaking from under the covers.

"Get in, I'll warm you up." 

She was practical, a girl who had grown up on a farm, and if something needed to be done, it was done. Both these sisters, then, were confident enough to just say or do what they wanted, no pretence and no artifice.

I turned away from her to undress and slide my clothes off, a rare coyness on my part, for generally I was not afraid to be naked in front of a girl or a woman. With Sarah, though, I was just grateful for her warmth, for my skin was still cold, and it was strange, for at first the hot comfort of her body was all I wanted. I clambered under the covers with my back to her, and she spooned my curved body, her warm body wrapped tight around me, her arms held around my chest. 

This was a first for me, in bed with a girl as a friend but not as a lover, even though she was beautiful, sexy. But somehow, there was a continued innocence between us. Or perhaps I was slightly afraid of her young confidence, or humbled before her and her generosity. It was too complicated for me to figure out.

Because of the cold, my cock was small and shrunken, a cold thing between my thighs. Sarah's cupped hands found their way to my groin, as if she knew, and she gently cradled my genitals in her warm hands.

"Oh, you poor thing, you really did get cold, didn't you?"

But of course, with warm hands cradling my cock and balls, they didn't stay small and shrunken for long. But Sarah didn't move her hands except to accommodate my shifting length, and it was as if she just wanted to feel the change in me as an experience, a curiosity. 

And I was content just to enjoy the sensation in my cock of its filling and thickening, and the comforting heat of her gentle grip. But then she pressed the light fur at the base of her naked belly up against my ass, and squeezed ever so gently on my rigid cock, and pushed the heat of her breasts into my back, and there she was, a hot naked girl in my bed, and who was I kidding?

"Sarah, should we be doing this? We've known each other less than a week, you're going back home in less than a week, and your sister lives here in this college. This can't be right?"

Fuck, was I insane, what new morality had swept over me? The winter winds must have frozen my brain just as much as they chilled my body.

"But all I'm doing is keeping you warm, because you had to loan me your coat, as I was so cold on that walk. Besides which, I'm quite comfortable, I'm nice and warm, I'm here, you're here, and honestly, I really don't want to go anywhere this time of night. It's too cold outside..."

How the fuck did she learn to play miss innocent? Hell, she had gone to an all girl's school, where did she even get the confidence to so brazenly lie here, my cock in her hand, and say all this? I had a lot to learn, was all I could think.

And then the little minx slowly started to move her fingers back and forth, up and down my shaft, down around my tightening balls, scratching her nails through my pubic hair, down along my thighs. And she was so deliberately slow, almost as if nothing was happening. Who, me? she might have said. Yes, you, you delightful, confusing, I can't keep up, completely not cock-teasing girl, slowly playing with my cock.

"Ummm, shouldn't I be paying some kind of attention to you," I offered, uncertain of my role here.

"No, it's OK, I'm quite enjoying myself just as I am, it's quite relaxing, actually. It's OK though, I won't fall asleep and ignore you." Her voice was playful, as if she had just put an idea into her head. But she kept gently stroking, and gently stroking, and gently stroking, no faster and no slower, and then she murmured, "what's the earliest erotic memory you can ever remember? I'm a country girl, my first buzz between my legs was riding a horse."

And in a flash, an image of my sister's dark triangle of hair under sheer panties and her full, swinging breasts surged into my mind and I was back in a room of our family house, and Oh. My. God. The image was so intense, like a super enlarged close-up on a big movie screen, in ultra slow motion, no sound, just a glorious movement. My sister's big, heavy breasts swinging in their fullness flashed huge in the middle of my head, coupled with the intense physical sensation of Sarah's slow gentle hand to confuse the erotic connections within my brain. And I groaned out loud, a low, passionate, primal sound from deep in my throat.

"A, are you all right?" Sarah was concerned.

"For God's sake, don't stop with your hand, please don't stop."

With a woman's instinct, I think Sarah knew that my mind was consumed by another woman in that moment, and her hand was no longer her own. She also knew that her question had triggered this deep primal reaction, so she was responsible. And she would have to deal with the consequences.

"A, what is it, what just happened?"

Sarah's voice was full of concern, for my reaction had startled her as much as it startled me, but of course she didn't know the intense flash of memory that had consumed me. And here's the strangest thing, my head wanted that image of my sister to be edited from my brain because I shouldn't be having erotic thoughts of my long gone older sister when there was a gorgeous girl in my bed. 

But at the same time, the illicit wrongness of that memory was a rod of iron to my cock, and I felt harder than I ever had in my life before. Fuck, that was intense. My heart was thumping in my chest, and unbidden, a tear traced down my cheek. For me, for my sister, for Sarah, for Tori - fuck, I didn't know.

I turned in the bed to face Sarah and whispered, "just hold me as tight as you are ever able to hold anybody, just squeeze the life out of me. I don't know what the fuck just happened there, but I just need you to wrap me in your arms and hold me."

She didn't ask anything of me, but did just that. She held the palm of her hand over my pounding heart and slowly I came back to normality, her arm wrapped around my back, her legs wrapped in between mine. Her breasts were full and warm against my chest, my cock still hard against her belly. Then she started to stroke my hair, soothing me. And, incredibly, I dozed off in her arms. I was exhausted.

Sarah told me later that I slept for at least half an hour, nuzzled up to her neck, her warmth around me. And then I stirred and rolled onto my other side, and she wrapped herself along my back and once more cupped her soothing hands about my now softened cock. And we both slept. And that was that. 

Sarah, the sister of the dark seductress Tori, all unknowing, had awakened the image of my own sister in my head. Her question was innocent and playful really, but a giant erotic switch had clicked in my head. 

Sisters. Dangerous creatures, sisters, best to stay away.



Sisters Pt. 02



This is the second part of my "Sisters" story cycle, and this time gets to the point, as vaguely set up in the first part. 

I got distracted by another family's sisters in Part 1, but no apologies for that, because I quite enjoyed meeting those two young women again. It's been a long time....

This Part 2 is about a brother and his older sister, and her milk giving breasts. If the latter freaks you out, don't even start reading. But then you won't meet Carolyn....

--- ooo OOO ooo ---

"Hey, Carolyn, it's so good to see you."

And it was, because it had been a very long time. The last time I had seen my sister was when she had come back to our small town one Christmas five years back, her girlfriend in tow; which startled my mother, disturbed my father, and impressed the hell out of me. 

Caro's gayness was something unexpected to us all, but what the fuck would I know, since the last time she had been in my living space as a real person with emotions and feelings - hell, I was only interested in myself and never understood her. So that hardly counted as being "worldly wise". But I was older now.

At uni I had been someone's "second favourite body" which was my way of discovering that a guy might like me, but I wasn't into guys, but gays weren't a threat to me, either. To each his own. So that was sorted out early and what the fuck, who cares? I liked women's bodies, I liked my own cock but didn't have much interest in the next guy's. Life is easy, sometimes, when it isn't complicated by gender doubt. Anyway....

But this was now, that was then, and now was me in England for the first time since I was a teenager. Caro picked me up from Heathrow and was driving me across London to her place. NW1, whatever that meant in terms of London's demographic. Caro was still tall and magnificent, her face harder because of her strong beliefs and activism, her feminism a strident cause, and her work with the disadvantaged and down-trodden, truly heroic. 

By comparison, I was now the comfortable bourgeois brother she had railed against as a teenager herself, living at home. But time had passed, she had mellowed, and I had grown, finally. And now a trip about Britain by train and boarding house, bed-and-breakfast and a page full of phone numbers. The plan was to loosely base myself at Caro's place in London, and come and go by train mostly, a big circular trip of the country.

But first, I needed to catch up on zeds after the long flight and too many time zones. I didn't really know if it was morning or night. I just needed sleep. So I slept, like some zombie in the city, crashed out on the bed in Caro's spare room. In the morning I shuffled down the hall to the toilet, a towel wrapped around my waist - the habits from the uni hall days came back whenever there were other people around. Usually I would wander about my own house naked, either my soft cock swaying against my thigh, or a piss filled hard-on rigid in front of me, first thing in the morning. Best to consider the natives though, in someone else's house, hence the towel wrapped around me, stiffened cock wrapped sideways.

Caro's house had a central hall, with bedrooms off one side, stairs, toilet and bathroom to the other. As I came out of the toilet, my long piss leaving my morning rod nicely filled but not raging hard, I found that Caro was less careful than I. Passing the bathroom I saw that its door was slightly ajar, and I saw a quick flash of long leg and naked ass as Caro turned from the shower to grab her towel from the rail. That was nice, she's got a good firm ass because she kept up the swimming. 

And then kerblam, the sudden vision of my boyhood glimpse of her panty covered pubes and the swing off her big breasts, fuck, that brought my cock straight up to a hardness. Jesus, that's not right, she's my sister, for God's sake. I quickly made my way to my room, and stuffed my swollen cock into briefs and jeans, and willed it down. And waited five minutes until she had finished in the bathroom, and then made it down to the kitchen, well before she did.

"Hey sis, what's planned for the day for you? I thought I might get to the Tate. Interested?"

"Yes, but I've got a lot on at work, so best not. But get back for dinner, Judy's coming over, you must meet her." 

The latest girlfriend, I'd not met her yet, but had heard about her via letters from my mother. 

But no clue whatsoever whether Caro was even aware of me in the corridor earlier. Bloody hell, I need to stop seeing things like that. Maybe I need to wear a blindfold when navigating corridors around my sister. Fuck. OK, need to get out and about.

"I'll get some wine on my way back this arvo, do you prefer white or red? I'll find an Oz wine for three times the price I pay back home!"

And the rest of the day was me the tourist in London, soaking up the art in the Tate, going down the river on a ferry, and then the tube back to Caro's. All the time, the shimmer of those long legs and taut ass turning in the bathroom. Stop, stop, stop. Stop thinking those images. 

Buy the wine, get a fruit flan for dessert, and prepare to meet Judy. Who was short and blonde, quite the opposite of my tall, imposing sister, but vivacious and easy going. A foil for Caro's intensity, and proof I suppose that opposites attract. What I was not prepared for was their excited news.

"I'm pregnant," announced Caro, and my jaw hits the floor. 

Dare I ask, who's the father? But that was covered and explained. All planned, Caro explained, a guy both she and Judy knew, who was quite happy to help with an insemination, discreetly delivered via a clinic and a jar, who had no desire to be part of a family but happy to help. Well, that I did not expect. But hey, a first grandchild for my parents and me to be an uncle. How cool was that, my big sis had once again shifted all expectations. Damn, I was proud of that woman.

So the next four or five months were spent wandering around Britain in my own good time, two weeks at a time all over the island, and back for a couple of days, and watching Caro's belly slowly grow, and seeing her bloom with that incredible aliveness of a pregnant woman. Full of health, and sexy as hell with it. Some women don't suit being pregnant, others do, and Caro was one who did. 

In the first few months she actually fined down some, and then her belly began to fill, her breasts became fuller. She was tall and awesome at the best of times, and with her big proud belly, she was just fucking gorgeous. It didn't matter a stuff that I was her brother, she was incredible. Carolyn with her big belly, and a baby kicking. Wow.

Then, one night, when Judy was away on business for a couple of days, Caro fell sick. At about two in the morning I heard her get up and rush to the bathroom, the door banged shut, and I could hear miserable retching. I waited till she stopped, and gave her five minutes.

"Caro, are you OK, is there anything I can get you?"

"Just get me some blankets please, I'm freezing."

She sounded OK, but I could hear a shiver in her voice. I banged on the door with a couple of blankets, and she let me into bathroom.

"I just can't get warm," she was toughing it out, but I'd never seen her so pale. "God, I feel awful."

"Why don't you run yourself a long shower, that will warm you up, make you feel better. I'll go make you a pot of tea, that herbal shit you like so much."

"Ya prick, what's wrong with that tea, it's all right." So she's not too bad then, fighting back. "But you're right, a shower will do wonders."

And she stripped off her dressing gown right there, set on getting herself into the shower as fast as she could.

"Ah, Caro, I'm still here, you don't want to startle your brother, do you?" 

And even though I made light of it, I have to say that even if she was crook, she looked amazing, turning there in front of me.

"Oh yes, sorry, I'm so used to being naked in my own house, I forgot. Did I shock you, bro?"

"Honestly, Carolyn," and I put on our dad's mock sternest voice,"these days, I don't think you could shock us any more than you already have."

She laughed, stepped into the shower cubicle, all magnificent, big bellied, long legged, full breasted, wonderful. 

"Go run the towels in the tumble dryer for five minutes, so they're warm when I'm done in the shower."

I banged and clattered in the kitchen, making her tea while the towels warmed up in the dryer; then I took the cup of tea to her bedroom and placed it on the bedside table, then went back to the bathroom with a couple of piping hot towels. I figured that she wouldn't care if I went straight in, and I was right, she was shameless and uninhibited in front of me. 

As I entered the bathroom Caro was just coming out of the shower cubicle, her tall body still streaming rivulets of water, long threads of wetness down her long slender arms and legs. Her head was held high, for she has always been a proud woman and not ashamed of her height. In fact, her height was her weapon, for she was as tall as many men and taller than most, looking down on them. 

She looked me straight in the eye, her vivid green eyes sparkling and holding my gaze. Her look kept my eyes from dropping down along her body, so although there was the idea of my naked sister in the room I could not say I registered any specific details of her, because she commanded the direction of my gaze. 

It was only when she turned away and began to wrap the hot towel around herself that I was able to see the nubbed ripples of bone down her spine and the long ridges of muscle, rippling and stretching as she lifted and moved her arms, wrapping the towel about herself. Carolyn was still only partial visions of herself for my eyes, never a completeness. She was my fragmented sister.

But she was grateful for me looking after her. It was a new thing between us, because she was usually the tough ball-breaking bitch when it came to organising and doing stuff, as she was a natural leader, and had spent her life with people looking up to her, both literally and figuratively. But I think she was quite touched by what I was doing, wrapping one warm towel about herself and using the other one to dry her arms and legs. She looked far better for having the shower, with her usual colour in her cheeks.

"What do you reckon that was all about?" I asked. "Dodgy food, or a bit of flu, or some shit coz you're pregnant?"

"Don't know, I do feel better now though, so I'll see how I go in the morning. I'm going in for a check up in a couple of days anyway." 

She brushed the last moisture from her hair, then grabbed her dressing gown and turned to the corridor. 

"Come talk to me for a while, so I can take my mind of myself."

So there I was, sitting beside Caro who was all tucked up in her bed, talking as real siblings for the first time in our lives, and both of us realising we were indeed strangers to each other, but family all the same and it was a nice closeness. Different and unexpected, for her as much as for me.

Then she was tired, and needed to sleep. As she tucked herself down under the covers, she touched my cheek with her fingers. 

"Hey, bro, thanks for looking after me tonight, I really do appreciate that."

"Caro," I replied, "we're family, it's my job." 

And leaned down to kiss her on the forehead, just as our mother always used to do when we were little - it was her automatic thing, started no doubt when Caro was tiny, and then the same for the rest of us. Carolyn's eyes softened at the gesture, a memory for her as well, and she held my hand and squeezed it.

"Love you, brother." The first time she'd ever said it.

"You too, sis. Hope you sleep well, and feel better in the morning."

In the morning I stirred awake before she did, and had my own long, hot shower, soaping my ass and balls to a lather, and stroking my cock to a nice swell just because it felt good. I didn't need to come though, just enjoyed the heavy weight of my cock against my thigh as I dried myself. Going back to my room, I glanced through her door, and Caro was fast asleep, a little shuffle of a snore at the back of her throat. 

The morning sun was just catching glints of her hair, and for the first time in my life I saw my older sister soft and peaceful, the usual strength and fierceness gone from her face. And instead of being my splendid older sister of whom I was in awe, suddenly she had a freshness to her, and it was as if our roles had reversed, and now I was the sibling in charge, looking after her. I knew this wouldn't last - as soon as she awoke she would be the familiar Caro.

But here, here was a moment not to be missed. So I carefully pushed her door open, hoping it wouldn't squeal on its hinges, and crept to the side of her bed. I knelt on the floor so that I would not rock the bed and wake her, and just gazed at the soft, beautiful, sleeping face of my sister. Her face was sideways on the pillow, and I could see a rolling movement under her closed eyelids, so she was dreaming. 

Her short, fair hair was a tumbled mess about her head, and one hand was out of the covers, resting on the sheet. Her fingers were half curled towards her palm, and then one twitched with her dream. I slowly looked at every inch of Caro's pale skin, and counted the freckles on her forehead and the heights of her cheeks. There were forty-one. Her lips were full like mine, the traits of our father passed to the son and the daughter. Caro had my mother's full round cheeks that became more obvious as she grew older, while I had my father's higher boned leanness.

As I looked at her face lying quietly there, it was like looking in a mirror because there were the sibling's common traits; but it was also like looking at my parents, for their features were there in each of us, their children. And at the same time her face was so familiar, yet so unique. 

I was so moved by what was flickering through my mind at that moment, that tears welled to my eyes, for this woman that I didn't really know, for this sister that I never really had. Carolyn, I love you, I said to her, silently, in my head. I'm sorry I never knew who you were.

"Brother mine, are you all right?" Her voice was low and quiet, just a whisper.

I'd not realised she was awake, how long had I been lost in my thoughts?

"Just a bit homesick, maybe." I had surprised myself with the depth of these feelings for her but wasn't really prepared to share them. Nor was I ready. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm good. But hey, how are you feeling this morning, after last night?"

Caro paused before she answered, as if she was recycling her memories of what had happened during the night, including her unashamed nakedness before me. 

"Yeah, I'm OK. I feel much better. I think I'll take it easy today, though. Are you going to be around? Judy doesn't get back till this evening."

"Yeah, I'll just take a book and a towel down the garden, get some rays."

"OK, that will be good, I'd prefer someone to be around, just in case. Hey, thanks again for looking after me last night."

"Sis, we're family, that's our job." 

Best to lighten up the mood with the old lines, I thought. I stood up, and turned to go back to my room to get dressed. 

"Hey brother," her voice was soft and low, just as I reached the door, towel in my hand. "I never thought I'd say this about a man, but you've got a nice bum."

Fuck, she's not saying that, surely?

"And bathrooms have mirrors, and the doors in this house never close properly...."

Jesus. I tried to remember the number of times I'd copped a glancing look at her, these last few months. As usual, Caro always had the last word. And it seems that sisters always know the secrets in families.

--- ooo OOO ooo ---

"Caro, she's absolutely divine, look at those tiny hands!"

After a long labour there was now a squalling, red cheeked, furious thing, announcing her presence in the room. Judy was there, cradling her precious partner's head in her arms, looking down at the tiny blood strewn thing on Caro's belly, and she had the honour of cutting the cord, thus separating the babe from the womb. I was the stupid pleased uncle, looking at this scrap of humanity, knowing that this tiny girl was a vital part of my family's continuation down through the years. Incredible, this tiny, miniature human being. Her tiny, tiny fingers clutched my little finger in an instinctive grasp. An amazement beyond all revelation. So this was life.

Later, when they were all back home, I told them all that I was going up to Scotland for a couple of months, get some serious hill walking in, climb Ben Nevis, that sort of thing. I also knew that I needed to get out of their way, so that Caro and Judy and the tiny New thing could sort out their new routines and life together. It was all a brave new world, and I was neither qualified nor a part of it, and I didn't want to be in the way. 

Judy had a series of teaching tours on the Continent for several days at a time, so we made arrangements that I would be back in the city for those times, so Caro would have some help and be able to continue her routine.

So it was a couple of months later, one cooling autumn night when Judy was away, that the words, "we're family, it's our job," came around one more time and then one more time again.

Caro was still breast feeding, and had a routine where she would wake in the night, give the child a tit full of milk, then plunk her back into its cradle, and roll over and go straight back to sleep herself. She and Judy joked that it was the night milk train, regular as clock-work, and ready for work in the morning.

I had stayed up late watching some rubbish movie on TV, and was going to my room. As I passed Caro's room I heard her mutter.

"Bugger, why can't you take both breasts like you used to?" She sound sleepy but annoyed. "Shit, where's the damn pump, I'll have take it off myself." Then the scrawl of the infant, crying. "Oh, don't you start."

"Caro, you OK, do you need another pair of hands?"

"Yes, could you? Can you put her over your shoulder and burp her, while I take some milk off? She only wants one breast now, so I've gotta use the pump. I hate it, but if I don't, my full tit will burst."

Caro handed the tiny thing to me, and I put her to my shoulder and rubbed her back till she burped, with a little sweet smell of milk sick on the bib on my shoulder.

"She always fills herself right up, and there's always a tiny bit spilt." Caro's voice was gentler now, her child doing what she always did, and now she's got a helping hand from her brother, Caro doing what she needed to do. But the pump was cold and a nuisance, and Caro struggled to get her milk flowing. Once she did, all was good. I was amazed at the amount she got, and that from just one breast. 

"Can you pop this bottle in the fridge for me? I'll take it to the clinic in a day or so, they'll have someone who needs it. There's one girl who is drying up too quickly, and if I'm producing enough for two, then there's no waste. With these big boobs, there's plenty of milk!" And she laughed. Caro, being the earth mother. Something else unexpected from Caro, but she always was full of surprises.

"OK, good night, see ya in the morning."

Going back down to the kitchen with the fresh warm bottle of milk in my hand, I was curious. I wonder what breast milk tastes like? I remembered years ago on a farm, having some milk hot, straight from the cow's udder, and being amazed at how rich and creamy it was. The farmer used to shoot a stream of milk at the cats, who would jump in the air to get it straight into their mouths.

Caro's milk was equally warm and fresh in its bottle, and I was curious. I unscrewed the lid of the bottle and poured a little milk into a glass. Its smell was a little sweet, and it looked a little thinner than full cream cow's milk, more like one of those lo-fat milks. I lifted the glass to my nose, scenting the fluid like a fine wine. And then took a sip. 




Sisters Pt. 02



And another, licking the sweetness around my lips to savour its delicious sweetness. Like a fine wine - goodness no, this stuff was like nectar of the gods, sweet and seductive. God, it was delicious, and I had to stop myself taking more from the bottle. I placed the bottle in the fridge and rinsed the small glass, savouring the taste of Caro's milk on my tongue. Then it struck me exactly what I had done. I had delighted in a sip of life giving milk from my sister's breast.

Mulling over in my mind the implications of this simple act, I made my way to my own room, closed the door, stripped, and fell into bed. And an erection instantly sprang hard against my belly. That was unusual, for I might often drift into an erotic reverie before sleep, and enjoy the slow thickening sensation of my cock shifting under the covers and hardening up over my thigh and finally springing taut against my gut, and then idly pulling a slow come from deep in my balls. 

But this was different, this was an iron rigid erection, full and thrusting, and I could already feel a fullness heavy in my balls and deep in my ass and groin. This was a cock like a cock with a woman after lengthy foreplay. This was a cock that would surge and shoot a massive jet of come up to my chest and even on to my own face. This was a hard, strong fuck cock, right for fucking deep into a woman's cunt or ass, not for the lighter pleasures of my own hand.

I lay there astonished at my reaction, and it could only be to the idea of Caro and Caro's milk and Caro's breasts. My sister's breasts, and at that thought my shaft strained harder and tighter. I wondered at myself, but not for long, because this shaft wasn't going to go away by itself. But I didn't have a woman, so my hand was the only thing left. I threw back the covers and gripped this betraying prick hard in my fingers, and my heavy ball sac in the palm of my other hand, and fucked the air as hard as I could, and as quietly as I could, tugging and pulling down on my surging balls, to prolong and intensify the ecstasy. 

It was wrong to think of Caro like this, but then the surging sway of her heavy breasts flashed through my erotic memory banks once again, and then the vision of her firm long legs and her strong belly, flat from her swimming and that was a memory; and then the image of her big, pregnant belly as she had stood before me in the bathroom that night, and she was tall and strong and proud before me. And then I imagined her big naked belly curved above a dark patch of hair, and her long legs spread wide as she stood over me. In my heated imagination I saw her big full breasts with milk seeping areola, wide and brown and long nipples seeping droplets of milk, white pearls dropping onto my chest as she stood above me. 

And then the impossible thought of Caro crouching above me, the lips of her sex long and purple and wet, coiled with dark hair, and then the clenching tight grip of her cunt, her cunt that did not like a man inside it; but I wasn't a man I was her brother and oh fuck, Caro, my seed shot long and hot onto my chest and I could not help myself, I gasped out loud with the illicit wrongness of it, and tasted the after taste of her sweet milk, and again my cock thrust another jet of wrong come. But ah fuck, at that moment it was right beyond all dreaming that I should imagine this magnificent woman sucking her deep sex down over mine. No matter that she was my sister. Fuck, oh fuck.

I slicked the long streams of come between my fingers and scooped my own white, hot fluid to my mouth, and the tangy taste of my seed played on my tongue with the sweet memory of Caro's honey sweet milk. I pulled the covers up my body, a smear of my own juice on my lip. Holding my softening cock in my hand, I drifted quickly into a deep sleep and slept, deep and long and satisfied. And just as I lost that last, lucid moment of wakefulness before falling, that flash of Caro's panty covered pubic hair surged across my eyes. Ah Caro, my first flash of a woman, what have you done to your younger bro?

The next morning I was uncertain, but Caro carried on as if nothing unusual happened, and for her, nothing had. I was the one who had experienced the massively wrong reaction, and the intense sexual connection to my sister, her big milk filled breasts and the sweet delicious taste of the milk. 

I was confused beyond all confusion, and during the rest of that day strange and bad ideas began to swirl around in my head. Judy was away for several more nights, and I was guessing that Caro would still be giving one breast only each time she fed.

"Caro," I ventured, cautiously, "do you think that you will have the same problem tonight, only givingmilk from one breast?"

"Probably, why do you ask?"

"Well, I was thinking you might need the same routine, you know, me burping the bub while you take off the milk."

"You're right, she's definitely feeding less now. During the day I can swap breasts each time and that balances things. But at night, I reckon I'm always going to have a full tit left over. But I really hate the breast pump in the middle of the night, it's so cold."

She paused right there, and looked at me with a strange new look in her green eyes.

"Brother mine," whenever she wasn't being quite serious, she would use the pet name that was becoming familiar between us. "Brother mine, are you trying to say something here?"

"Well..." and I decided to just blurt it out, "yes, I was kind of thinking that you really don't like the pump because it's so cold and clinical..."

"And you thought your warmth mouth might do instead...." And again she paused, as if wondering what she herself had just said. "That's a strange thought to have, brother mine. Damn, that's too weird."

"God, I don't know what I'm saying. Shit. This is weird. But," and I decided to just commit to the idea, "if the pump is cold and a hassle, and she's always going to leave most of a breast, then it's practical and quick. You'll be able to get back to sleep quickly, and I...."

"What's the deal for you?" Caro's voice was soft and thoughtful. "No, that's too strange, even for me."

"No, it's OK," and now it was confession time. "I had a taste of your milk the other night, and I really liked it. Just a small taste." I couldn't tell her what else had happened, that really was wrong.

Carolyn looked at me for about thirty seconds without saying a word. I have no idea what thoughts were whirling through her head. "So it would be coz we're family, it's your job?"

"Yes, that's it." I grabbed at the straw she was offering, as a way through this strangest of strange conversations.

"But I wake at different times, and it's cold in the night. You'd get cold in the corridor, going back and forth."

And now the strangeness multiplied by about one thousand, because Caro was now going into problem solving mode, like she always did, seeing through the practicalities and impracticalities of a suggestion.

"Perhaps if you come to sleep in my bed," she said, "it's big enough. We'd both get a good night's sleep if nobody had to move from room to room. I'll just poke you if you snore."

So that seemed to be that. A completely practical solution to a recurring problem. And for some completely unrelated reason the farm girl practicality of Sarah flashed into my head, her completely practical solution for me being so cold, that night way back at uni.

"So, we see how it works, tonight then?" Caro mused, a little smile straying to her mouth. "Hell, I've hardly ever had a man caress my breast, and now I'm proposing my brother suckling milk from me? Far out, what would mum and dad think?"

"Probably best they never know," I replied, "even if we're family. But, it's my job." The old line, once again, seemed to break down politeness and barriers.

Now I was trying to figure out how in God's name I was going to control my prick, because I couldn't share that little detail (a large embarrassing detail when hard, and hard to hide, truth be told). I resolved that pajamas were probably the best idea, so at least then there would be some cloth involved. I knew Caro wore a nightdress on colder nights, so two lots of cloth should prevent detection if my wayward prick showed a mind if its own. I should be OK, and if I did multiplication tables in my head, that should keep my prick down. So there was the plan.

Both of us were a little nervous later that night, as we manoeuvred around each other. Caro solved the problem.

"You get in that side of the bed, I get in my side, and we turn our backs on each other until she wakes and wants feeding." Like Sarah, Caro was being practical. "And then we work out what to do when she's had her fill." 

It was impossible to work out the details until the time was ready. I was beginning to wonder how clever this all was. But in the end, the cold night solved it for us, for we were warm against each other's backs, and both fell asleep quickly. I suppose our hearts had the same beat, and our breath had the same sigh, for we were the same blood. And an hour or two later, the little continuation of the family blood squalled and demanded; and one of Caro's breasts, the nurturing one, was emptied.

Turning back from the cradle, Caro wondered, "OK, how is this going to work? Do I put my full breast to your lips, or do you put your lips to my breast? Look at it, it's weeping milk already. Make up your mind, brother mine." 

There was a laugh in her voice, as if she recognised the strangeness and awkwardness of the situation. The nipple of her milk full breast was thick and engorged, pulling up the flesh at the end of Caro's large breast. I thought, this will only be strange the very first time and then it will become familiar. 

So, holding my own weight on my arms and barely touching her body, I thought, OK, I'm here for a practical purpose, so let's be practical. 

Caro was still sitting up, her big breast offered to me, so I carefully placed my lips to that big nipple, and with an instinctive deep suckle, I took the whole bud onto my tongue. The sweetness of the weeping milk was delectable and light on my tongue. I kept up a gentle suck and then, with a sigh and a softening of the firm flesh, Caro relaxed her body and gave up her breast to my mouth. And then my mouth was filled with the full, sweet flow of her milk.

"Oh, your suckle is so strong, this feels different," and her voice was low and soft. "Ah, goodness, here is my letting down."

And with a surge, more milk flowed into my mouth, and I did not need to suck on her nipple now, for the flow of her milk was faster, and I had to swallow it deep or it would spill from my lips. I felt her strong hands cradle my head to her breast as she fed me her wholesome milk, and my mind spun with the deepest bond with my sister that I could ever imagine, as I drank that rich milk down.

"God, that feels good," sighed Caro, her fingers unconsciously stroking my hair as I took her sweet milk, "you take it off so much faster, there is less of an ache deep in my breast. This is such a good idea, my breasts are empty for the first time in ages."

Her breast might have emptied its rich, sweet load of warm milk into my hungry mouth, but my prick had risen huge and tight beneath my belly. For Caro, my suckling was a practical thing, but for me there was a confusion of love and an erotic charge, but the surging, throbbing wrongness of my reaction and my desire was swirling around in my mind. I couldn't show Caro that this feeding was the most intense sexual thing I had ever experienced; that part of it was so wrong, somehow.

"Dearest brother, that really worked, and felt, well, really nice. I love you, bro, even though this is the strangest way of ever showing it."

"Seriously, sis, it was a pleasure. Your milk is sweet and creamy, it's an amazing taste. And hey, how did my mouth compare to your old, cold pump?"

She laughed. "It's your job, right? You're family."

And settled down in the bed, turned her back to me, and within about five minutes, was asleep. But I wasn't. My prick was rock hard, like it was the other night, and wouldn't fade. Even after another five minutes I knew it was no good. I was going to have to do something about this, or I'd never sleep. So I carefully rolled from the bed, trying not to rock the mattress or pull on the covers. I managed to roll free without disturbing Caro, and made my way down to the loo, to see if maybe I could piss the hard-on away. But no, that didn't work, so the only solution was to go back to my own room, and stroke myself till I came. Which wouldn't take long - my balls were high and tight and full.

I pulled my pajama pants off and looked at my prick, which was straining vertical against my belly, it was so tight and full. The head if it was a deep red, and darker, almost purple, around the rim. The long shaft was thick, the long vein just to one side of the centre line a dark ridge, splitting to wrap around both sides of the head. My balls were high, almost pulled right up into my groin. I grabbed both sacs with both hands, and pulled them down away from my heat. Ah, the pleasure of that long pull was gorgeous, and a throb pulsed up the shaft. A seep of pre-cum was a bright shine, a pearl from the open red slit, and it was just like the milk that leaked from Caro's thick brown nipple.

And that image did it for me, I had to fall to the bed, my eyes closed with the vision of Caro's big swaying breasts as she turned away in her opening pajama top, and my earliest erotic memory surged to the front of my mind. I would make this fantasy long and slow, not like the other night when the quick, sudden heat of the moment needed a fast release. It might be wrong, so wrong, these visions of Carolyn in my head, but they were there, and I had no choice.

"Here brother, let me take care of that," Caro's voice was a whisper, sleepy and soft. 

"I rolled over and you were gone and I was cold, so I came looking. Is that from our father, that bigness..."

Ah, sweet bliss, her warm hand replaced mine, and she sat beside me, inquisitive and a slow movement.

"You know, I've hardly ever touched a man, and not since I was a teenager. I hope I know what I'm doing!"

Oh yes, she knew what she was doing, and she was tantalisingly slow, her fingers and palm wondering at the heat and shape and curve of my prick and balls, as she slowly and then ever so slightly faster stroked my rigid shaft. Slower now, pulling the skin right down down towards my rich, red balls, and wrapping her palm around them. When she squeezed, I groaned with the pleasure of it, and she squeezed again, longer this time, learning. 

I could feel her weight on the bed beside me, but the only contact between us was her two hands, curling and caressing and lengthening my hardness. Then she began to stroke the flat plane of my belly with her fingers, scratching the flesh and then the flesh of my thighs. The bed shifted as she moved on the bed, and I felt a heat close to my body, but still the only touch was her two hands.

A hand moved away, and the strokes settled to a steady pace, and it was as if she was distracted. I slowly opened my eyes to see what she was doing, and in the low light of the room I saw her head down, looking at her own body. One hand was cupping the breast that I had suckled upon, her fingers slowly teasing and pulling on that big nipple, pulling it out long from her flesh, pinching it hard. From the wide brown circle of flesh about the nub, I could see a bead of milk. Caro slowly ran her finger around the long nipple, and collected a smear of it, which she put up to her lips, slowly, hesitating. 

She rubbed her own sweet milk along her lips, slowly, and then licked the wetness from her finger tips. All the time she continued the long steady stroke of my prick, a slow tightening and then a roll of her palm on the upwards movement. It was if she was hypnotised, and in wonder. 

Her slow finger, the tip wet from her milk and from the suck of her mouth, touched the straining end of my cock, and she collected a bead of my fluid. As if in a dream, she put that bead to her lips, and mixed and mingled her sweet honey taste with my tang. And her hand stopped on my cock. Slowly she turned her face towards mine, and her gaze focused on my eyes and there was a long falling into those green depths. 

Her hand was still motionless on my heated rise of flesh. I watched, spellbound, as that wet finger tip returned to the high pearl of her nipple, more milk beading there, and then watched it as she slowly moved it through the air down to space between her legs where it was lost in the darkness of her long, naked thighs. Then she gripped my cock, and her stroking started once more.

"I did not expect that," her voice was so low I almost didn't hear her, but I don't think she was talking to me. And she brought that finger, which was now scented with another scent, to my lips, and I tasted another sweetness for the first time.

"Brother mine, I did not expect that, not at all."

Oh fuck, would she stop now, now that she too had had an unexpected reaction? But no, her hand, and it was just one firm, strong hand now, began a faster, quicker stroke on my shaft. Her other hand was held firm against her breast, the palm of her hand pressing up against the nipple, just pressing on her own flesh. She was motionless in terms of her own body, her hand not moving on her breast, her face now turned towards my thickened cock and the steady move of her hand upon it. 

She was sensitive now to the increasing gasp of my breath and the quicker rise and fall of my chest as she surged the come from deep within my spine. Her hand was quick now, but still her body and the hand on her breast were motionless; and she was totally focussed now on my long cock. I had no idea of the thoughts that might be whirling through her head, but she at least was paying attention to me.

I began to move my hips now, a thrust into the pull of her hand, and the one connected place between us was the single handed fuck of my shaft into the tight ring of her fingers, and she knew just what to do. 

"Jesus, look at that colour, that redness of his head." She was narrating what she saw. "His cock is bigger in my hand, it must be bigger. Surely." 

Her voice was a wonder, and her hand was wonderful.

"Are you close, sweet brother, are you close? Come for your sister, come now for your sister, there's a good brother, come for you lovely big sister with her big breasts and her long legs and her taut ass. Oh yes, I've seen your eyes on me, do you want to fuck me, your gay sister. Do you want to be my man?"

Her taunting was too much, and oh fuck, Carolyn had got into my head and knew now just what buttons to push, what wrong words to say, how to tease and pull the long stream of come up from deep inside me, and with a final throbbing twist on my cock, her eyes widened as my cock surged its first massive pump, and a stream of white hot come blazed over my chest, and I groaned with the wicked, wrong pleasure of it, streaming come pulled from me by my sister's hand. A second and then a third huge wet pulse surged from my prick and my eyes fluttered back in my head.

Caro took her own palm away from her breast, and a spill of milk dripped from her erect nipple.

"I really did not expect that. I'm horny as hell doing this to you, and that can't be right, can it?" Her voice was still full of wonder, as if she could not believe herself and what her body was doing to her. "Maybe it's because we're family, and it's my job..." Now she was using the old line to ease over the strangeness of our situation.

"Clean yourself up, shove over, and I'll stay here tonight. You're warm and I've got cold sitting here. I'll figure this out in the morning." She paused, and laughed, her loud joyful laugh. "Fuck it, no I won't, I enjoyed it, and there is nothing to figure out. You're my brother, and it's only fair that I looked after you, since you looked after me."




Sisters Pt. 02



Carolyn, my practical sister, climbed into bed, wrapped her hot breasts and long belly against my back, grabbed my hands in hers, and that was that. She was asleep in about five minutes, and I was not far behind. Family. The strangest people in the world.

The next day we silently agreed to say nothing at all about last night, and went about our daily business as if nothing had happened. Caro did her stuff at the co-operative, I cooked us an evening meal. We watched TV, and then the evening was done.

"I'll see you in a while," she said. "I really don't like the breast pump and she's still only taking one breast." So, I'm invited into her bed, once more, for a practical purpose. "Don't bother with your pj's, they'll just get in the way. I'm guessing that you'll solve my problem, and I'll need to solve yours. Again. Men." 

She was light hearted, but somehow I sensed she was a bit too flippant. I really could not figure her out. I certainly enjoyed her attention, and despite not being with a man since her teens, she sure had a good sense of timing and knew how to please a man. Or at least, her brother. Perhaps I wasn't the same thing. But Caro could stroke my cock any time she wanted to. Now that is totally wrong, but fuck it. We're family, it's just a job. No big deal. 

With the light out, we were just innocent siblings sleeping back to back in a big bed, waiting for her daughter to wake and want to feed. Carolyn was convinced that she would only take one breast, and that was the reason I was there, to provide a practical solution to a milky problem. We were both pretending that this was a practical arrangement, for convenience and nothing more. The fact that I had an unavoidable reaction afterwards, well, that was surely just because of the erotic kink of taking a woman's milk. The fact that Carolyn was my older sister and I her younger brother, well, that had nothing to do with it. Of course not.

"Hush, little one, take your fill, there's a sweet girl." The love in Caro's voice for her daughter was humbling, and something special to share. This night I lay beside her, gazing with wonder at the child taking her fill, and adoring my sister adoring her child. The only thing in the world for Caro at this moment was this tiny scrap of a thing that she was completely responsible for. I knew that this was a bond that I would never have, and I loved Carolyn for sharing a tiny part of it with me. But then Caro changed and her mood shifted.

"I want... I don't know what I want. Fuck. This is so, so strange. I'm a proud gay woman, yet the idea of a hard cock in my hand, as if it was mine, that's something new to me. Fuck, I'm confused. Jesus, brother, I've got to stop over-thinking this." And she shook her head, as if to shake cobwebs and dusty thoughts out of her head.

"Caro, if this is too weird, we can stop now."

"That's just it, I don't want to stop, I want your blonde head cradled in my hands as you suck on my breast, I want it to be so wrong that it's right. I want to hold someone who is the nearest thing to being me without being me. That's the thing, you're my brother, you've got the same blood as me, the same parents as me, when I look at you I see bits of me. This is us, now, doing this, and what can ever be closer than two children from the same womb, the same father?"

Caro was right, in some strange, indefinable way, what we were doing was the closest to loving ourselves that someone could ever get. This was family.

"Come here, brother of mine, come to your sister's breast." 

By speaking the words out loud, she harnessed the illicit power that was circling through the room. My cock was instantly hard, but I kept it from touching her body, because her milk filled breast came first. And saying the words was creating the same forbidden pulse in my sister, for I could see her milk beading already, white pearls forming tiny drops from her tight nipples. I quickly moved to her breast and sucked that brown ridged flesh into my mouth, taking as much of her big breast as I could, and was almost instantly rewarded by a rush of warm milk, accompanied by a loud sigh from Caro.

"Ah, that is exquisite," she sighed, "take the honey sweetness from me, oh yes." 

Eagerly I swallowed the warm liquid into my belly, and this time I ventured my hand onto her belly, and she let me keep it there, just a waiting weight.

"Let me taste myself," she said, and I did not swallow but moved to her mouth with a kiss full of her own milk. "I can taste why you like it so much, it's delicious," she sighed, her tongue piercing my lips, our first kiss on the lips. 

I returned to her breast, and in the bed, I felt her legs shift apart. As I suckled upon her, Caro's hand slowly stroked my head, and below I could feel an equally slow movement and I realised she must have been slowly stroking her wet self, and the pace of her fingers was the same. 

A gentle stroke of the fair hair on my head and a finger gentle on my cheek, and between her legs another long finger with a slow line through the dark coils of her hair and along her lips. All the time my slow suck and swallow, and for a moment in that room there was silence, just the faintest, faintest slick of liquid in my mouth and slick liquid between her legs, and a slide of my tongue over her nipple, and her finger over her clit.

Then her breast was empty, and my belly was full; and her hand was empty and my cock was full. 

Caro shifted down the bed, my head still on her breast, her hand still cradling me there. I felt her heart beat and it was quick but steady, her breathing even. She rolled a bit in the bed, and the hand that was between her legs curled around my cock and stayed a moment there, and all was still. 

She could feel my heart beat as a pulse in the vein on my shaft, and a tiny beat with each breath I made. For a moment in that cool room we were shared breath and shared heart, our sibling bodies in synch with each. I was her male part and she was my female part and we were one. Yet we still remained separate, and right now I was subject to her will. I did not know what Caro my beautiful sister might do, for I could never read her.

"Not yet, I'm not ready for that, not yet," and I knew she was whispering to herself and there was a promise of future nights in what she said, but not yet.

What was now, though, was a squeeze and a slow grip on my heated shaft, as Caro took the length of me in both hands now and cupped a dry cunt with the palm of her hands and she pulled the skin on my shaft and that was the movement over the head of my cock.

"My breasts, just press your palms to my breasts to slow the ache." Her voice was low, but she was determined, and I did as she willed, a hot heat from both her nipples beneath my palms. Even this pressure became wet as she seeped more of her cream onto the curve of her breasts.

"Look at me, I'm all fluid," as she let go my cock and slicked long fingers between her legs and brought that slick silver wetness to her breast and mingled it with her whiteness. I reached to the tip of my cock and there was a tiny bead of pre-cum there, and I brought that little drop of fluid up to her nipple, and our two fingers slowly mixed our bodies together. My cock lay tight and hard against her thigh, and our two fingers slowly mingled fluids around her nipples and teasing them up high with finger tips pinching and rolling, and our heads were level on the pillow together. 

My eyes gazed deeply into her green ones, and they were my mother's eyes. Caro looked back and whispered, "your eyes are the same blue as father's." 

Caro was always distant from our father and he was rarely "dad" for her, but for both of us, this was the same thing. This togetherness was a celebration of our distant parents and their lying in a bed long ago and mingling their own fluids, and making us. I was the tall, slim blond boy, my mother's son; and Caro was the tall, slim blonde girl, my father's daughter; and we were each other.

We are exactly the same height, Caro and I, but her legs are longer, so as we rolled towards each other and her legs parted, my cock fitted neatly between her thighs and she rested her sex and asshole on the long hot shaft between us, and clamped me there, my pulse a long one against her groin.

"Not tonight, brother mine, even I'm not ready for that, but I like your thickness there."

"Caro, my darling sister, it pleaseth me also," and we laughed together, re-writing Shakespeare.

"Caro," I went on, "do we need to talk about this?"

She was silent for a moment. "No, I don't think so. We both know where this is going, we both know where we will end up. But I think we go there in our own time. You will do something that I like or don't like; and I'll respond. And I'll do something that you will like or not, and you'll respond. My body has taken this into its own hands, and I'm conjuring feelings for you that I never knew, that I never thought were possible. I'm even getting off on your maleness, which isn't something I thought would ever happen." She laughed, and gripped my cock between her thighs, her eyes smiling.

"Brother mine, I never knew you when we were younger, but I'm sure getting to know you now. And I think my body likes yours, and I know your body likes mine."

"Caro, I like your body, my body just does what I tell it to. Well, that's mostly true - my cock does have a mind of its own, that's for sure!" 

"Yes it does, doesn't it. But sometimes," and she paused, more for dramatic effect, I think, "I don't mind. It saves having to think about stuff, having a nice cock making itself obvious."

She paused again and I could sense something flash through her thoughts. "Tell me, little bro who isn't so little. Is that a family trait down there, your size I mean? Did dad have a long cock like yours, I've often wondered...."

"Well, I never saw him erect, but yeah, judging by his soft cock whenever I saw it, I'd say so." And a memory flashed through my mind. I laughed. "Once, when Rosemary - did mum tell you about Rosemary - when she was staying with us one semester break, Rosie came out of the shower one morning and dad was making a pot of tea, kettle in one hand and teapot in the other. And turned to say hello. Apparently he forgot to do up his dressing gown.... Poor Rosie, she reckons she didn't know where to look. Couple of weeks later, she revealed that she did actually look, and was quite impressed." I paused, and another familiar memory surged through my mind. "He's not the only one forgets to do buttons up in the mornings."

"Lucky Rosie, got to see the dad, and also got the son." Caro smiled, but clearly didn't know what else I was on about. There was a wistful tone in her voice. But then her mood shifted, she was like quick-silver, sometimes. I had to keep up.

"What else did Rosie like, little brother? Your luscious lips?" 

Caro's reminiscences were over, she was here and now, and took my head in her hands, she planted a wet kiss on my lips, her tongue piercing between and thrusting a hungry little push into my mouth. She kissed me again, hard, and ground her body up against mine. Her hands were behind my head, holding my mouth to hers, and my arms wrapped around her strong back, crushing her big breasts to my chest. We held each other hard and tight, the kiss long and deep, a passion between us and all concentrated on our mouths.

And then her mood shifted again. "I'm tired, I need some sleep now. You don't mind if we just stop now, do you? I love you, but you're exhausting me. I'm exhausting me. Tomorrow's another day."

"Scarlett O'Hara, tomorrow certainly is." And truth be told, I was tired as well.

Caro rolled away from facing me, letting go my cock from between her legs.

"Oh, that's a nice feel between my legs, can you leave it there?" She clearly liked the hard heat nested along her lips but just wanted sensation, not movement.

"Sure can. You know, it's just my job, to keep my angry sister content."

"I'm not your angry sister," playing the little game with me, "I'm your demanding sister. There's a big difference."

And she rolled to her side, lifted one leg just a little so I could slide my still hard cock between her thighs once more, but now her ass nestled back against my groin, my long body spooning her back, my arms around her front. She clutched my hands to her breast like a prayer, and with nothing further said, just one long clench on my length from her firm thighs and one satisfying push back of her hot centre onto the base of my cock, we both fell asleep. Snuggled as warm as children.

And so the nights repeated themselves. We would go to the bed seeking warmth and comfort, for the nights were cooler and our bodies were identically matched, heat for heat, chest and breast, my cock between her legs and a ridge for her lips to slide on; or sometimes my hardness up against her belly as if it were a shared cock between us, sometimes mine and sometimes hers. We would kiss, and share her milk between our mouths. We would play with the fluids from our bodies, mixing them in pools together on her belly or over her breasts, her hands a long pull on the shaft of my cock, my fingers a squeeze on her nipples so that the milk burst and spurted from her ridged teats. 

Slowly we became more and more familiar with each other's bodies, finding scars and remembering where they came from. Sometimes, after making me come and watching my softening cock cooling onto my belly, she would idly rouse her purple clit, and give herself a slow, luxurious, silent orgasm. She was alone in herself in those moments, and would shudder and drop, and only after a coming would she raise her heavy lids and gaze at me, and then take my hand in hers, and lace her fingers through mine.

Over the nights, fewer words were said, yet my fingers never went to her sex, for she would gently brush me away. She was satisfied with my slow heat between her legs and would sometimes sit upon me, my shaft a ridge along my belly and for a slow minute she would rock along it with a slow sway, the head of my cock a bright red-purple match for her swollen clit. She liked the slide, but her own fingers were enough for her. 

Sitting above me like that, her breasts would both weep milk, and there would be a slow rivulet of cream down her body. And for now, it was enough between us. Now it was an understood thing that her milk was as much for me as it was for her child. The original, practical reason for my being there was forgotten, and no longer an excuse. Neither of us wanted an excuse, and it was enough.

Judy came back between her study trips to the continent, and in those times I would go away, and Caro would either bring out the pump once more, or share her sweet milk with her lover. I never knew and it did not matter to me. We were brother and sister, lost and found together, and for us, it was just us. And it was enough.

And then it wasn't. As simple as that, one night it was different, and from then on, it would never be enough and we were doomed to each other and to a lost, impossible, illicit love. Ah God, Caro. The telling of it is an ache.

It was the cold of winter, and all during the day Caro had been different, distant and critical. She had snapped once or twice and her temper was high. Best to give her space, when she was like that. The fire brand of her youth returned to her that day, and she was magnificent and frightening. I kept away.

But that night, she called from the corridor,"where are you A? I'm so cold." 

She oh so rarely called me by my name, and God, yes, her body was cold.

"Jesus, Caro, are you all right, why the fuck are you so cold?"

"I don't know, but I hope you've got heat for two. You've got a job to do, you've got to get this chill from my bones. Fuck, I feel like a block of ice."

I ran her a hot shower and made her soak herself for a good ten minutes to get some blood to the surface of her skin. She just stood there, her head bowed, letting the hot water just run over her head and down her back. I threw two thick towels into the tumble drier and got them hot.

"Come on Caro, come out now and I'll dry you down."

She crept from the shower, almost as if she was beaten down and lost, her eyes to the floor. I wrapped her around in the biggest towel, and rubbed the water from her limbs with the other one. Caro just stood in the middle of the bathroom and let me dry her, raising an arm when told her to, turning her body when I said. Slowly some colour returned to her skin.

"Come on, get to bed." 

I quickly got in behind her, and spooned her to my chest and legs. Her back slowly warmed, and I just had my arms about her, willing as much heat into her chilled body as I could. My cock was soft between the cheeks of her ass, this was different, and my task no longer the same. There was some deep wrongness in Caro that had to be soaked from her with warmth and heat.

Slowly the warmth crept back into her body, and I felt her relax and fall back onto me, and I realised that she had been holding herself stiff and tense all this time, all this day. She took both my hands in hers, and laced her fingers through mine, and clutched them high to her chest. Her voice was soft and slow, as she spoke to me.

"A, we can't keep doing this. The little one is growing, and the milk has got to go now. She won't need it much longer, so your job is nearly done. But before we end this thing between us, we have to finish this thing between us. Brother mine, I need you to be my big brother, one more time. And me, your sister. Look after me, one more time."

And down her cheek trickled one slow tear, one more silver fluid from our bodies. I didn't say a word, but took the lick of that tear onto the end of my finger, put it to my mouth and kissed it, just once. And put it to the tip of her weeping white breast and collected some of that white pearl fluid. And put it to her lips where she kissed it, just once. And I trailed my finger down her long body, over her navel, down the faint trail of fine hair that was the centre line of her belly, and down into the coil of her black hair deep in her crotch. 

And her legs parted, just a little, giving me access to the rising hardness of her clitoris, and I swirled one slow circle of my fingers around that risen peak, and my fingers continued down to the slick wetness that was between her legs. And I slid apart the slick lips and pooled her honey there onto my fingers. And I returned my fingers with her wetness to the dripping bloom of milk at her breast and anointed her tight nipple. And I brought my fingers with her two scents and tastes up to her lips, and she kissed my fingers, just once, and licked her scent. And with her tongue wettened fingers, I returned my own fingers to my lips, and kissed them there, just once. And she let me do all this.

And in her ear I whispered, "Caro, are you sure?"

And she replied,"yes, I want this, my brother, I want all of this."

And I turned my dearest sister to face me, and wrapped her in my arms, facing me. And her breasts were against my chest, hot and wet and full. And my cock was risen against her belly, hot and hard and full. And our eyes gazed deep into each other's eyes, and deep inside her eyes I saw myself, looking out. And deep inside me, my sister Caro saw herself, looking out. For we were one blood, two halves of the one thing, and by loving the other, we were loving ourselves.

And she lay on her back and pulled me on to her, so that my full length was along her long length, and she caressed the sides of my body and her hands ranged over the cheeks of my ass, and she caressed me in a way she had never done before. She was slow and tentative, and not at all like my firm, positive sister. It was as if she was questioning everything that she was doing, and discovering something at the same time, and finding a new physicality in me, her brother, something that she wasn't familiar with but something she wanted to remember.




Sisters Pt. 02



Slowly, oh so slowly, Caro's long legs drifted apart and she moved up the bed and gently willed me down the bed, until the tip of my rigid cock was against the sweet wet lips of her sex. Then Caro urged me into her wet open sex, by a firm grip of both her hands on my ass, and she lay completely still beneath me as I cradled my weight on my arm, one arm wrapped under her neck to hold her close. 

With one slow, gentle slide I entered into the deep beckoning opening of my beloved sister, and it was so slow, and so gentle, and so deep, and I was in her to the length of my long cock, and our hearts beat as one, and ah sweet fuck, she took me into herself and I was in her, and we finished what we had started. My Caro, my sweet dear not known sister, Caro took me into her.

And our hearts burst and together we arched our backs so that I was as deep in her as I could ever be, and she was as tight and wrapped around me as she could ever be. And together, we were complete. There was no need for any words, for everything that had been said between us either had been said or didn't need to be said.

As she lay beneath me, my length deep inside her, and her long limbs along mine, she pressed her hot breasts up to my mouth and she sighed.

"Suckle on me one last time and bring down the milk as we love. I want to feel that last exquisite surge into your hot mouth as I come and come and come. One last job, dearest brother, one last time."

My rhythm into her began to climb, and as I suckled on each of those full magnificent breasts, I could feel a heavy surge of sweet milk let down full into my mouth, and my mouth filled with her whiteness. I took some to her lips and she drank from me, and then her hands were upon my ass cheeks and she gripped me hard into her, her long legs wrapped up and around my torso, and her hot clenching wetness surged around my hardness and then I was coming and coming into her depths and she was coming and coming with me, her body twisting and rippling with her pleasure. Ah goodness, I came deep into my darling sister and she came hard around me her beloved brother. And there, we were family and we were done.

Our sleep that night was deep and complete. After silently coming in the night, not a word being said between us because we did not need words, we rolled onto our sides, facing each other and seeing the male mirrored in the female and the woman mirrored in the man, we slept; my shaft still in her grip in the morning we were so close, twinned and entwined.

In the morning, Judy came, and I was gone.

--- ooo OOO ooo ---

Carolyn is my older sister who lives on the other side of the world. She sends me postcards, and I go to her from time to time, especially when it's cold, as she often has little jobs that need to be done. 

"Caro, of course I'll do it. We're family, it's my job."



Sisters Pt. 03



A reader of Sisters Part 2 asked me to write a sequel. So here it is.

I don't know if it works. We'll see.

-- ooo OOO ooo --

"Have you sent the post card?" I asked.

"Yes, honey, in the post this morning."

"Will he come, do you think?"

"Yes, he always does."

"Will he know what to do?"

"Yes, he always does."

I was nervous, I didn't quite know why. Perhaps nervous that he would come, perhaps nervous that he wouldn't. I didn't know Carolyn's younger brother well, but I did know that when there were big changes in her life, she always wanted her brother to be there for her. 

I was always a little uncomfortable, because I didn't fully understand the depths of their relationship. Perhaps even a little bit jealous. She loved me, I know she did, but sometimes I think that love was shared.

I hadn't seen A for nearly three years, not since Amelia turned three. He had gone back home, and became a distant brother and the uncle who would send money for us to buy what Amelia would like; and Caro once again became his remote sister on the other side of the world. 

I sometimes talked to her about him or tried to, but she would always say that she didn't really know him, that she was already gone from the family home when he was growing up. I was never sure, though. 

Sometimes she would stop, and just gaze into a far distance, her mind far away.

"Are you OK, Caro?" I would ask, uncertain of her moods, but certain she would have them.

"Yes, I'm OK. Judy, I'm fine."

"What are you thinking about," I would press.

"Oh, nothing really." Caro paused. "Just jobs that need doing." 

And that last was said quietly, an afterthought. I felt like I was interrupting something.

But we had talked about this, a lot. Long conversations deep into the night, Caro and I, curled around each other.

"Are you sure?" Caro asked.

"Yes, I'm sure," I replied, a tremor in my voice.

And Caro sent the postcard.

-- ooo OOO ooo --

I can never decide which Caro I love the most, or delight in the most. 

Sometimes it is Carolyn, the tall, statuesque, magnificent woman who stares down those she has little regard for, with a high disdain, her flashing green eyes looking down her imperial nose. She can be haughty, fierce, a fine public speaker and intensely passionate about everything she does.

Then, at other times, she is the softer Caro, gentler with herself, the mother of little Amelia. At those times I feel more her equal, where my opinions are as important as hers, when she is not on her soap-box. We will walk hand in hand along wind-blown, cold beaches, and watch the spume fly backwards from the waves like the manes of galloping horses, or the veils of mermaid brides.

I'm also not sure which sexual Caro is my favourite. Sometimes it is the strong, powerful woman who takes my smaller, finer body into her long arms and gathers me up between her long legs, and presses me to her full breasts, and I am her doll.

Then, at other times, I am the powerful one, and I hold her at my command with the tip of my tongue a wet press on the risen core of her clitoris, my tongue twisting and swirling there. And because I am so much smaller than she is, when I crouch over her body with my tongue deep between her lips, my delectable bottom and my smooth, tidy slit; well, they are a treat for her eyes, because I am too far away from her mouth and tongue. 

I torment her, because she can scent me and see me, but I am too quick for her and rise myself away. Caro cries after my departing sweetness, and pretends that the weight of my legs on her arms is preventing her chasing me.

I am like a kitten playing, and she the tolerant mother cat. Once, as a special treat and because I know Caro loves that fine line between my tight little quim and my little rose bud of an asshole, I dabbed a smear of honey on my darker hole, and held my cheeks firmly together. 

Caro had to force my legs apart to taste my juices and probe her long tongue deep between my lips, and then she made her way to my sweet little ass. And that time, it really was sweet, as the honey was a delightful surprise for her. Every time she calls me "honey" now, my ass clinches at the memory. Caro always calls me "honey", at least once, every day.

Mostly though, we just enjoy a slowness and gentling passion, waking slowly to the sun. Caro will sit up in our bed, still drowsy from a long night's sleep, and raise a leg to spread her lips wide and wet, her coils of dark hair a mystery between her thighs. I will slide my smooth as silk mound between her legs, and we will sit facing each other, our wetnesses mingling as we slowly rock against each other. 

This way, our hands are free to caress each other's breasts and to pull up our nipples into a tightness, and our fingers trace delicate patterns on our skin. I love it when the mornings are long, and our orgasms lazy.

There is a quickening in me at the moment, though, some deepening thing inside my soul and heart and womb - something is missing inside me and my whole being is aching for it to be filled. It is not love that I'm missing, for my dear Carolyn and little Amelia fill my heart every day with their joy. 

It is not comfort, for I have that too. A comfortable house, a comfortable job, good food and fine wine whenever I want it. Even grapes dropped one by one into my mouth when I am Cleopatra on my lounge, Olympia with my hand between my legs, and Caro with her long, strong fingers, attending me.

It is not sex that I am missing, as Carolyn worships me when I am there and longs for me when I'm gone, and indulges me in between. We buy trinkets and toys, long beads of white pearls that pull long from my sweet ass, beautiful clamps with fine chains that connect our nipples together; or a longer chain that allows some distance between our hard breasts but never far. 

Oh yes, my delectable curves are pampered and played with, Caro's wonderful hands weighing my plump breasts in her palms, her long fingers spreading the peaches of my bum for her tongue. Oh yes, my back arches as my voice cries out with another pearlescent, shuddering come. Oh yes, all of these things are wonderful, and good, and in my life.

But no, and I have known it for some time now - what I am missing, what I have never had, is lust, hot and bad. It's that simple. I am like Cleopatra with her asses' milk, but I want more than the milk. I want the cream. I want to bath in it, I want to sink into it. I want to drown in it and to be pulled back from the depths, gasping.

I spoke to Carolyn about this, when it was an unformed and a lingering thing just in the back of my mind, until then an unspoken whisper and an unmade yearning. I couldn't express it then, because I did not know what it was, this void. 

She looked at me with those deep green eyes of hers, long and silent for some thirty seconds, and I could see a flicker of emotion run through the soul of herself that I could see in her eyes. She gazed at me, and in a low steady voice, she spoke, and confessed.

"Oh my Jude, my beautiful Judith, I've been greedy and I've been selfish. I thought I could keep it all for me, but I see now that I can't do that. I have to let you have it too." 

And she looked away, her gaze long and distant. Her voice dropped to a whisper, and I don't know if I was meant to hear. 

"I hope he is strong enough for the both of us." 

I wasn't sure who "us" was.

And so the postcard was sent.

-- ooo OOO ooo --

"Hey, Judy, it's been a long time."

And it had, three long years, and Caro's brother was older, his fair hair shorter, but his grey blue eyes just as compelling, his smile crooked and huge. He wrapped me in his long arms and lifted me from the ground, and swung me around. My skirt swirled, and I laughed with the childish delight of the sudden movement. So he was instantly physical with me, and I held his back firm and hard in my arms. I am little before him, and I have to tilt my head up to touch his lips with mine.

He is Caro's brother and I love him because of that. He worships his sister and his face glows with pride when he hears what she does, what she has done.

"Dad is so proud of her now," he reveals, "but will never tell her so. He's too proud himself, to say he was wrong, way back then."

So Caro continues a strong family trait of pride and obstinance, but God, she has family, while I do not. I long for that.

"Where is Caro?" he asked, "I thought she was going to pick me up. No matter though, because here I am. And look at you!"

And he did. A looked at me with his deepest blue eyes, and his face softened. He scratched his fingers in the back of his hair as if to bring the blood to the surface of his skin.

I had prepared myself for his arrival, but my preparations were secret and for me only. That morning, after Caro had left for work, I ran myself a hot bath, steaming and scented. We could not get asses' milk, so I made do with the next best thing, which was heavenly scented bath salts. 

I dropped aside my robe and lifted a delicate leg into the water, my toes stretching to the heat, and carefully stepped into the bath. I looked down at my pert, round breasts, my little pink nipples puckered already. Now why would that be? 

I held them both in my hands, and squeezed them hard, pulling my nipples tight and long. I love the feel of my breasts in my hands, my own weight in my palms, a soft crease in the valley between them.

My belly is flat, and I keep my sex completely smooth, silky to my touch. But I hide my mound under the bubbled water, and when I look down the bath, there are only the two small islands that are my peaked nipples, floating high; and the tall mountains of my knees, bent and raised up higher. 

I imagine tiny adventurers in tiny boats, sailing from between my breasts and then conquering the smooth climb up my legs. And I imagine tiny divers, deep beneath the waves. My legs drop, and my knees spread apart, and my finger slides between my lips.

I no longer need to imagine tiny people pleasuring me, for my finger is immediate and, oh dreamy days, I must be aroused, because it is no time at all until water is splashing from the bath as my limbs shudder and I am gasping. Goodness, I really need to concentrate on why I'm here. 

I take my razor, and swiftly remove the finest fine down that dares to touch my legs, and I run the silent blade over my mons, so smooth and soft. Climbing from the bath, I cannot resist bending over and spreading my legs, my bum ripe and fresh in the mirror, my little pink bud of an asshole a starred crease of flesh. I am full of curves, all smooth skin, my hair pony tail blonde, my little nipples pink and high. I am a collection of round curves and peaches and cream complexion, a blushing English rose.

My lips are a brightness of red, my nose is small and upturned, and my eyes are big and blue. I am a cliche, a picture; but you know, I don't mind that, because I am also a very clever woman. I should either be that wonderful stereotype of the bookish librarian who lets her hair down and devastates, or the nerdy girl, likewise. 

But I deceive, for I am neither of these. I slide through those particular alleys of society where I entice men but I am impossible and not available for them. I am not a girly girl, not any more, well, perhaps not; but ah me, I love girls. I love women, and I don't know men.

I am completely the opposite of Carolyn, in nearly every way, and I wonder, as I often do, if that is why she desires me, because I am so not like her. I am vain and precocious and precious, I know that. Perhaps I really am her doll. But now, sitting before A, I am conscious of the way I have dressed, and I wonder if perhaps I should be more subtle. Perhaps I shouldn't try so hard. Perhaps.

But he solves that problem by being so bone tired and exhausted from the long-haul flight that he just wants to crash face down on his bed. He throws off his shoes and collapses onto the bed, and I think he is asleep in five minutes. I look down at him in his blue jeans, and admire the tight tautness of his ass and his slim legs, and I see that his hair is nearly the same blond fairness as his sister's. 

I imagine them both as children running in the sun, in a hot place, their long blonde hair and their limbs like gazelles, small and fast like animals. There is a deep twist in the depths of my groin that I only get when I devour Caro with my eyes and my hungry heart. But this is not Caro, and I am confused. I am nervous also, which doesn't happen often with me.

The next morning I am slow to go downstairs, and I pause at the kitchen door, silent. And I see. I see Carolyn and her brother standing in the kitchen, facing each other, just quietly talking. Don't wake Judy. And they are like some animate mirror, they are so alike. They're a reflection of each other. Identical in height, both six foot, their hair is the same fair blondness, cut very similar in length. Caro's legs are longer, but both have slender, long limbs, both in identical blue jeans. 

Standing to me in profile, Caro's full breasts are obviously different, but brother and sister have a similar shape to their asses. And look at that, even their gestures are the same, but mirrored. It is as if I am looking at some androgynous creature split sideways and looking at itself. They are so alike. Older sister and younger brother. This family is so beautiful, I am in awe. I feel myself become wet, gazing at the pair of them.

I am silent but spellbound at the door. They both sense my presence at the same time - of course they do. Their low voices stop, and the air between them is silent and still. It is uncanny as they both turn to look at me, an identical slow turn of their heads, and I am faced with two strong gazes, his deep blue eyes, grey blue, and her green eyes, jade green. I am penetrated deep into my soul by their gaze, and the look is twice its normal strength, for there are the two of them, and their presence multiplies itself in the room.

"Hi, honey, how are you this morning, sleepy head?" 

Caro's endearment is sweet and fond. She loves me.

"Jude, hey, good morning." 

A is friendly, he likes me.

"Wow, you two, I forget how alike you both are, little bro and big sis together. It's lovely to see you together again."

"Hey, it's our job, we're family," says A. 

Caro smiles, but not at me. I am left out, but not for long She comes up to me and gives me a tight embrace, and I am sweet and little beside her. 

"I'm out of here for the day," says A, and I'm alone with Caro.

"Does he know?" I ask.

"Not yet, but he will." Carolyn was thoughtful. "He always does."

"What should I do?" 

I am on very unfamiliar territory here. I can seduce a woman, but have never seduced a man, and that is the plan.

"Oh, I don't think he will need his hand held." Caro smiled. "You're a woman after all. He'll know what to do, and he'll do it all in his own good time. Don't have any expectations. My brother generally does things when you least expect him to. It's his job. I'm his sister, but I have to say he's got quite the mind of his own." 

She paused. "Even I didn't expect it, the first time. I certainly didn't expect my own reaction."

Caro was being cryptic. Her words clearly had a layer of meaning that meant nothing to me. I am so used to being in control of events, being the centre of my world, but I was fast coming to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe, I was the innocent one here. For the first time in a very long time, I was running to keep up. My god, what was I doing?

"Judy, whatever happens, always remember, we're family. We look out for each other. That's our job."

-- ooo OOO ooo --

Time passes, and I become comfortable with a man about the house. A comes and goes as he chooses, and we all relax with each other. Caro always loses an edge of her intensity when her brother is around, and at times it's even as if she is flirting with him. That's a strangeness, because Caro just doesn't flirt with men. Maybe I'm misreading stuff, because I've not got a brother, so how would I know how sisters treat their brothers? 

One day, though, it was raining, and he was home with me alone. It was a late summer day with warm, summer showers drifting across the sky, veils of rain like moving curtains. Trees dripped and windows ran with drops and rivulets.

"Judy, come for a walk with me. I love the rain, and I'll tell you a story of me, my dad's green jumper, and the girl who wore it. We ran in the rain, Lucinda and I."

And he was a wonderful teller of tales. I walked beside this lovely man as he recounted the innocence of a first deep, heartfelt love, when he was really just a boy. He had finished his last year at high school, and was in the last summer holidays between his school time and his university time. He turned eighteen in August of that year, and this was December, a hot southern Christmas with heat in the trees and long walks to Lucinda's house down across the creek. She turned eighteen two months after he did, so they were young together. 

She was a shy girl, and he told me about his long walks and his long talks with her, and he was wistful as he told the tell of falling in love with this girl, this golden blonde girl with the finest limbs and the finest hair and her shy blue eyes and her soft voice. 

Lucinda was slender and delicate with sweet curved breasts and slim legs. As he described her tight blue jeans and her white bra under a clinging tee shirt covering her small conical breasts, I looked down at my own full breasts and my own tight waist and my own voluptuous hips, and God help me, I compared myself to this sweet memory of his. And I didn't know if I could match it, I didn't know if I could measure up to this girl, I didn't know if I even came close.

"It was raining, she was cold, and I gave her my old green jumper, that my father had worn when he was the same age as I was then, and you know, I will never forget the image of her wearing it, big around her and shapeless on her, and her lovely figure all hidden. 

"God, she was beautiful, that lovely girl. Her eyes always gave her emotions away, those gorgeous blue eyes crystal with tears, sometimes. But I didn't always know how to read them. We held hands in the rain, that day, and she wore my old green jumper."

And A stopped. He turned to me, and with a soft finger gentle under my chin, he tilted my head so that my blue eyes gazed up at him and he gazed down at me.

"Judy, you are nothing like that sweet girl, but how can there be two lovely blonde girls on this planet that are content to walk with me in the rain?" 

His eyes were crystal and bright. 

"I don't have my dad's green jumper to wrap you in." He stopped, and smiled. "But I guess you've got my dad's own daughter to wrap you up and keep you warm, so you've gone one better." 

He touched the end of my nose with his finger. "Ah God, I loved that girl. And all we did was walk in the rain. Nothing more."

And at that point, with those words, a little bit of my own heart broke for him, for his sad happiness. Or his happy sadness. I crept my little hand into his big one, and he wrapped his strength around me, automatically. I knew then that young Lucinda had once done the same, snuck her smaller hand shyly into his bigger one, and his clasp was protective and full of love. And his hand holding mine felt just like Caro's. 

I leaned my head against his shoulder, and felt the movement in his neck as he looked down at the top of my head. I knew then that his lovely girl had done the same, in her rain. And his shoulder felt just like Caro's.

We walked some more in the light rain, and it was warm upon our skins. He was bigger than me and I walked close beside him, my hip swinging against his in time, and half of me was sheltered from the wet. 




Sisters Pt. 03



The other half was wet cloth that I pulled from me once I got home, going to my room to put on a soft cashmere top, smooth and warm against my bare belly and back. My deep blue bra pushed my breasts up high, and as I turned away from the mirror quickly, I felt a nice movement in them, a sway of my creamy flesh.

Going back down to the lounge room, I was conscious of a heat in my cheeks, which I put down to our long walk in the fresh air. Of course I did. It was only the outside air and the rain, surely, that heated my skin. 

I sat opposite him and coiled myself onto the couch and, oh God, I caught myself, I caught myself playing with my hair, twisting the blonde locks and sucking a strand into my mouth. Really? I really did that, before I stopped myself? Christ, I'm like a silly school-girl.

I glanced across at A, to see if he saw, but he was distracted, not looking at my face. I followed his gaze, and realised that he was looking at my slim feet with bright red toe nails. Experimentally, I stretched one foot out, just a tiny movement but a tightening of the muscles which made my calf muscle tense just a bit. And I saw that he saw that shift and tension in my leg, and his pupils dilated some. He slowly moved his gaze upwards, along my legs and thighs and up to my breasts in one smooth movement of his eyes and face. 

But his gaze stopped on my breasts. I took in a deep breath, swelling them up high, a silent sigh and a swell under the soft wool. And in the time that he took to realise where his eyes were, I was able to compose a firm gaze in my own eyes; so that, when he, with a little shake of his head (no, she belongs to my sister) looked up to my face, I was looking straight at him, with a tiny smile in the corner of my mouth. 

So he knew he had been seen, stopping his look on my rising breasts. And his eyes widened just a little, and then he turned inwards to himself and smiled at some memory of his own or in amusement at me. And his crooked smile was just like Caro's.

This was fun, a new thing for me, being a coquette to my lover's brother, a tease. And then I wondered at the danger of it, and what it meant about me and Caro. But he is Caro's brother, so isn't that nearly the same thing? He is just a male version of Caro, and family, so isn't that alright?

Just then Caro walked in, and I startled like a nervous fawn, guilty about myself. But A was relaxed and gave nothing away. Caro looked at her brother and did I see the corner of her eyebrow rise just a little, a silent question for him? 

He shook his head, just a little. So it was a question, and answered, but apparently, not yet. I think these two knew more about this than I did. Caro smiled at us both.

"Later?" she asked.

"Later," he replied.

Damn them, brother and sister keeping secrets. I pouted.

"Oh Judy, no. You'll see. It's all OK." 

I had to trust Caro, and he was her brother, so I had to trust him too.

Later. What did they mean by that? And how much later? Could I wait that long? But I didn't know how long.

In the event, not long at all.

"Judy darling, are you nearly ready for bed? I am, it's been a really long day, but it's a sleepy Saturday tomorrow, so why don't we snuggle off now?" 

Caro called down from the landing.

Oh, my Caro, I love it when you promise a long lie in, because that's when I know you're in one of your pamper Judy moods. I'm so spoilt, I love being pampered.

"OK, let me just finish up down here. Where's A?"

"Oh, he's tired too, I think he's in his room. Say goodnight to him from me, on your way to me..."

So Caro has given me permission to visit A in his bedroom? She doesn't mind me playing like a kitten with a ball of string, then. Ooohh, that's yummy, I love the way his eyes narrow when I stretch one of my delectable curves towards him. He knows I'm playing, and he also knows that I don't really know what I'm doing - I don't do men, so he is indulging me. 

But he's Caro's little brother, so he's not the same as other men. He's Caro's brother, so he's already a little bit mine, because he's family.

But A wasn't in his room, and he wasn't in the bathroom either. Oh well, perhaps he's sitting outside in the garden in the moonlight. Never mind, I'll see him in the morning.

After brushing my teeth and splashing cold water on my face to bring a dash of pink colour to my cheeks, I wrapped myself in a long, beautifully coloured kimono found hanging on the door. It was a deep blue silk with a great golden dragon wrapped around my back. Its long, fierce face and front claws draped over one shoulder, and its long tail ran down the other arm. I could lift my arms, and the dragon would run through the room.

I was naked underneath the smooth silk, and I loved the glide of the soft cloth against my softer skin. My nipples were already little buds of tightness, pulling a soft ache to the front of my breasts. Caro's warm palms will press against that ache and her hot mouth will close over my nipples, one by one, and make them longer still. Ah, Caro's hot mouth. 

But then a forbidden flash of her brother's soft smile fluttered through my head, and I wondered how many times his lovely Lucinda had teased that smile from him. I became flustered and unsettled.

The floor to our bedroom was nearly closed. That was unusual, because we would usually, Caro and I, just bang it open and leave it that way. A was in the house, so perhaps Caro was being more circumspect. 

The light inside was soft and low, so I pushed the door slowly open. My heart thumped inside my chest and my mouth opened in a soundless O, and my hand instinctively flew to my mouth to cover any sound.

There in front of me, standing facing the mirror so that their backs were towards me, and I could not see their faces, standing there were the two, identically tall bodies of Caro and her brother. Ah me, they were beautiful together, and oh God, this was a stage before me and I was to be pulled onto it. There was to be a seduction here, and it was clearly all arranged. But not by me. I thought I would be the seductress, but no.

In the low light, their tall, nude bodies were before my eyes. I couldn't take it all in, and they knew I could not, for there was a chair, just by the door.

"Sit in the chair, Judy, and take your time. There's plenty of time, my princess, plenty of time."

I collapsed into the chair, and grasped its arms, and my eyes were huge and my heart was thuddering in my chest. I gasped with my surprise.

Caro and her brother stood side by side, their heads an identical blonde fall of hair. Their hips touched each other's, and each had a long arm around the other's waist, their other arm hung by their sides. 

Caro's legs were longer and the wider curve of her beautiful ass higher than his, her cheeks wonderfully rounded, her long thighs slightly apart. The tauter, smaller cheeks of his bum were a firmer contrast to hers, but his slim thighs had the same long shape, and his legs too, were slightly parted.

But I could not see any detail in the dark shadows between, just those four wondrous curved moons before me and their long, slender legs. I clenched my own thighs together, and my hand touched my throat. I could feel a pulse beat there, quickening.

The long lean muscles of their backs seemed identical, rippling up to his broad shoulders and Caro's finer shoulders. Brother and sister stood before me, their stillness a huge presence in the room. 

I was seeing two parts of one incredible thing, their yin and yang, their light and day, their sun and moon. And then I remembered that they were both children of Leo, lion and lioness in the room. Was I their running gazelle? If I was, I wouldn't run far or fast! 

My pulse ran high and quick, and I clenched my thighs again. The deep ache in my breasts, oh my, there would be two warm palms and two strong hands to hold the weight of my breasts. My nipples stood firm at the thought of their hands on me.

But not yet. My eyes were catching up, and I was slowly taking them both in. My eyes were two devouring things, and my fingers reached out to the air to pull them closer to me, in my chair, these exquisite creatures before me. 

Shimmering silver and golden threads must have jumped from my fingers to their skin, because there was now a slow and beautiful movement. Caro and her brother slowly turned together, inwards, so that their profiles were mirrored before me.

Their hands fell to their sides as they faced each other, Caro's high breasts just grazing his chest, her nipples flattened against his flesh. In profile, the curves and lines of their tall, slender bodies were even more similar. 

Their faces mirrored, the profile of their aquiline noses and their full lips identical. The curve of their ass cheeks almost the same, the long swerve of their thighs a mirror.

Her breasts pushed against his chest, and below their bellies I could see a dark hang between them, the shadow of his cock hanging down, just a shadow still. I willed the slow turn to complete so they would face me, melting in my chair.

But their will was stronger. They remained looking at each other, and neither man nor woman had yet looked at me. For the first time in a very long time I was not the centre of attention, which is a new thing entirely for me, as I am spoilt and indulged. 

But it was clear that for Caro, right now, it was her brother who was her entire focus; and for A, it was his sister before him. I was an audience, without doubt, so perhaps this was for me as much as for each other.

Caro leaned in to her brother for a deep kiss, and was rewarded, for I saw a thickening length between their thighs as his cock began to swell. I was fascinated, for I did not know the swell of a man. 

As she felt his heat touch her thigh, Caro swayed her body forward, joining her furred centre to the hard plane of his belly. I envied her that hot movement, even though it was a mystery to me, and I wondered when and how I would learn the same delight.

His hand rose to the swell of her ass, and he pulled her firm to his body. Now her breasts were crushed flat against his chest and their guts were together, and now no part of their gender was clear. They both became androgynous, and it was as if they were swapping their sex for the other. 

Caro my sweet woman was like a tall man, hard and masculine, while her brother softened and became his feminine side. With their profiles towards me, and their gender hidden, they were the same and they were each made of the other.

But then their lips were released from that long kiss, and with another slow turn, they completed the slow circle and faced me. Carolyn was my familiar, tall woman with her big full breasts and that dark delta at the base of her belly, and her hips were familiar and wide. Her green eyes held my gaze, oh my Caro, my lovely Caro.

But ah god, her brother beside her was a new sight for me to feast my eyes upon. The same slender height as his sister, but then the differences, ah me, the differences. 

His chest was lightly traced with black hair around his nipples. And whereas Caro had big, round brown nipples with big, ripe centres; A's nipples were finer, pointed buds. A fine trail of dark hair ran down the centre of his belly, ending in a darkness at the top of his thighs, and his lovely and oh so new to my eyes cock, his cock was thick and hanging down his thigh. It was thick and long, a deep red head vivid against his pale thigh, and the darkness of his balls all heavy.

They were both motionless before me, two tall angels in the room, golden headed seraphims. I was speechless and the only sound a shuddering sigh of breath, and it was me, catching my breath for I was breathless. This family is beautiful, was the only coherent thought in my head.

"Come to us, Judy, come and join us here on the bed." 

Caro's voice was husky, her nipples hard already, and I knew her sex would be hot and slick. But A, he was so new to me, so new. I lurched from my chair by the door, almost drunk with the visual drug that was before me, and now I was to be embraced by them both and feel their long bodies against my little curved one, and they would both pick me up like a doll or a pet and place me on the bed, my limbs sprawled. 

They would have their way with me, or so I hoped, but I did not know what they had planned. Because this was the execution of a plan, whispered over nights and days, and me all oblivious.

Cunning creatures, siblings, I did not know what they did, conspiring to use my little self! What bliss was promised me here? For I knew that they must have bliss planned for me, else why was I here? But I determined to take some tiny portion of control, if I could, by at least revealing myself from within my dragon gown. 

I knew that Caro's eyes would narrow just a bit when she saw my lush breasts and tiny waist, my curved hips, because her eyes always narrowed at the sight of me. 

But it was a challenge to see how her brother would react to his vision of me, because he knew his women and had had his fair share, and I didn't know how I might compare. And in my vanity, I found that I wanted to compare. I wanted to be his best girl, the best he'd ever had.

So the dragon slid from my shoulders as I crossed the floor to their arms, and glee, I saw a little twitch of his long, heavy cock as his eyes found my hourglass curves in front of him. So, I had time on my hands, and a set of reactions all new to me. But I didn't know what pulsed his cock. 

Was it my full tits, my deep cleavage, and my pink, hard nipples? Was it my little waist, curving in on my belly like a violin, all tight curves and me all highly strung? Was it my silken smooth mound with the neatest crease of lips, tidy and plump, with their slit rising a tiny bit up my belly?

Or was it my big blue eyes, that gazed up at him, my neck stretched back and my long throat for his long fingers to stroke and hold in a tiny choked restraint. If I thought of a slim collar about my neck, would he get the thought of it in his head, I wondered. 

Would he place his hot lips on my neck, a devil rising or a fallen angel? Could I make his long shaft rise, with just the sway of my walk? I was tormenting myself with so many thoughts, I was dizzy with the newness of him.

But it was Caro who touched me first. She put her hand to my waist and pulled me onto her long, firm thigh, and I pressed my wetting cunt to her leg, and she pushed her leg forward and I was spread on her thigh. My slippery lips were a wetness.

"My, Judy, you're wet already. Why would that be, I wonder? Is there something here that delights you, my little minx?" 

Her voice was bright with her high laugh, and she was teasing me. I pouted, my red lips a frown, pretending to be cross. But she had discovered me already, my warm lips on her strong leg, a sliver of moistness there. I nuzzled my spreading lips onto Caro's thigh and pressed my weight down onto her. 

And then, oh goodness, I felt a hot heat behind me, and A was pressing his body against my back. I felt a burning line of heat on the crease at the top of my bum, where my two plump globes split apart like two halves of a peach, and it was the hotness of his filling cock pushing against me.

God, I didn't know whether to push forward onto Caro, or to push backwards against his hardening centre. Oh me, I was sandwiched between them and was all overwhelmed. My legs grew shaky, and I fell to my knees between them. 

Of course this placed my face and mouth right next to Caro's dark bush and my hands on her firm, beautiful ass. And his swinging cock by my cheek. I didn't know where to look, my eyes had never been so close to a rising cock and suddenly I was shy and out of my depth.

"I think we should put this poor girl on the bed," 

A laughed, "and care for her there. I think she may be overcome."

"Yes, let's do that," his sister replied, as they acted out a little play, and me the heroine, all a swoon and weak at the knees.

But A was right, it was too much for me to absorb, all at once - the wonderful sight of their tall, graceful bodies in the room together had set my heart fluttering and my sex all slippery and wet, and there was too much sensation and I didn't know where to start. But, my God, they both did. 

I found myself curved and small between them, facing Caro with her familiar big breasts against my swelling tits and her lovely lips on mine. But as I savoured her well known taste, and the push of her tongue into my mouth, that wet thrust that I knew so well, there was an unfamiliar heat behind me.

I was torn between the hot familiar taste of Caro and the unknown rod of heat up my back, and then the familiar feel of her hands on my breast and her fingers on my nipples and the unknown wander of his hands on the curves of my waist and down around my belly as he explored me, all new to his touch. 

The amazing thing was, his hands were just like his sister's, the same mix of tentative wonder and confident exploration, his long fingers slow and swirling on my skin. But then I sensed a difference: because my flesh was new to him, his pattern of discovery was different.

Whereas Caro would wander her fingers where she knew I would be delighted and shiver to her touch, A was different. He didn't know my sensitive places nor the old familiar sequence of touch, so it was like Caro for the first time, all new. 

Ah me, his touch was a harder, stronger version of Caro's touch, but he was her brother and there was an uncanny similarity in their fingers, and now he was all softness and it was like being between two copies of my lovely Caro.

But then his fingers found some new curves to slide down, and I moaned and shifted my legs apart so he had a new place to find. With one slow, singular finger, he ran a line straight down from my navel, slowly down the centre of me until he found the little crisp bud rising at the base of my belly. 

He didn't even slow as his finger tip slid over the top of my clit, shuddering a shock to the thousand nerve endings there, and I couldn't help myself, I let out a high moan of pleasure, and my ass bucked back against him.

His finger stopped, stayed momentarily where it had slipped between my wet lips, and then it went back to that tiny place where it had been. But this time his finger tip centred around my clit and circled that little nub, circled it once, oh God; circled it twice oh twice, ah fuck; circled it thrice for a witch and a spell and good luck, oh fuck; and then some more and some more. 

And now the sweet brother knew, his fingers went where his sister's fingers went, and he knew what to do, he knew what to do, and my cunt clenched and my bud grew and oh fuck, he knew what to do, his finger circled some more and swooped down into my wetness and swirled my sweet juice up around my hardened, risen clit, and oh fuck, he fucked that little clit between his clever fingers and oh my sweet fuck. He made me come, sweet goodness, sweet heat, and my body shuddered as a first orgasm rippled through me, a little death.

My breasts were squeezed hard by Caro and her tongue thrust its wet fuck into my mouth and I was hungry for her mouth and the heat of her hands crushing my breasts, and I pushed my ass back against his hot hard heat, a long shaft up my back, and it was as if Caro was in front of me and behind me and she was in two places at once and I didn't know where I was and then, there I was, shuddering down from my first orgasm with him, and I was sandwiched between these brother and sister angels and I was a spoilt creature between them, oh bliss, sweet bliss. 

And that was my first come with A, Caro's brother. I was family now.

But my God, they were relentless. I was lying on my side between them, with their long bodies completely enveloping my little one, and his hot hard burning rod was against my back, and the familiar heat of her breasts was against mine.




Sisters Pt. 03



"Judy, lift your leg just a little, so that he can slide his hot cock between your legs, because his hardness will be wonderful to ride your cunt lips on, and it's a little tease for what might come later. I loved riding on his cock like that, my brother's hard cock. Before he fucked me."

Caro voiced the wickedness of her pleasure in her brother's heat, and I knew now that she had in her way already experienced what was just starting with me. And the illicit thrill of her brother's sex being talked about by the sister, oh Lord, that was wicked and oh so bad and oh so good - brother and sister together? I thrilled at the idea of it, oh my, the wrongness of it. Fuck.

"Before I came inside her, she rode my prick between her legs. Jude, imagine it."

So A also knew how to thrill me with the bad goodness of their love, and my imagination ran feverishly. He was behind me, so I lifted one leg to give his cock a place to go between my thighs, and he placed his long heat between my legs, and my cunt was dripping honey sweetness on to his shaft. I clamped my legs together, trapping him there, and oh wow, the heat. That was a wonderful heat I had not known could exist.

"So, Judy, do you like my brother's cock between your legs?"

Caro pushed her tongue into my mouth like a swift, pointed fuck, sweet between my lips. I thrust my breasts to hers, and my back arched and I pushed back onto his heat. Her repeated use of the illicit name, brother, was wicked beyond belief, and my heart and cunt throbbed together with the sound of it. And Caro was also saying that she had fucked her brother. Is that what families did?

I was itching to get the heat of Caro's brother's long prick - now I'm delighting in the idea of her brother doing things to me and to her and the naughtiness of the word "brother", oh how I wish I had one of my own - but his long prick, I wanted it to tease deliciously over the opening of my cunt that was dripping and hot. 

They had other ideas, these sluttish siblings who fucked each other hard - God, the idea of it was enough to make me squirm, even if all they were doing was lying naked, wrapped about me.

I'd never even seen them fuck, but I was delirious with thought of it, the idea of it, and I was slowly going mad with the lust of it. How could I get them to fuck before me? And then, what about me? I didn't want to miss out on that, not ever, but how do could I tease them to it? How could I be as wicked as them? I wondered, and clenched my thighs on his highness while I pondered.

I know. I can be a provocative minx, and if I thrust my pink rump up before his eyes, surely he would want to plunge his long cock into my sexy tight cunt? Who could resist that sight, the two round moons that were my lovely bum?

"Caro," I started, with my little girl's innocent voice, "Caro my darling, can you lie on your back so I can suck your succulent cunt, and lick my little tongue up your long wet crack?"

She can never resist my tongue and its long lick right up between her lips and jabbing on the high centre of her purple clit. She sprawled beneath me, and A climbed back from both of us, and I could feel his presence behind me. 

Caro spread her ever so long legs wide, and her dark, hair coiled cunt lay spread before me, light glinting on its wetness. Her long, muscled belly was toned and firm, and her big breasts fell to the side of her torso, her big nipples wide and brown and tight, just right for my fingers to grab and pinch even tighter. Her throat arched back, and she was abandoned on the pillow.

But her wet cunt was not abandoned and not ignored. Usually, when I would lick, I would either lie down her long body and she would suckle on my smooth lips and we would be French together, les femme merveilleuse; or I would curl between her spread thighs and sip on her honeyed nectar, like a butterfly on an open flower. 

This night, I lay between her legs, but instead of curling myself on the sheets, I arched my back and raised my pretty bum up high, on my knees before him, my face deep in Caro's heat. Surely my smooth spreading lips would entice him, and he would have no choice, he would have to slide his long cock into my deepening cunt, for who could resist that lovely fruit?

But oh God, oh shit, I had forgotten that, when my bum cheeks were up so high, another tidy place would reveal itself. I had forgotten my own little starred pucker of my bum hole, my tidy little shit hole, my pink starred strawberry.

"Why, Judy, there's a sweet little treat for my eyes. Caro, I'm sure you can guess what your tart of a woman is doing, what delights she displays before me!"

"Brother mine, you'd best pay attention then, and put your tongue where mine has been. And our Judy can be pierced by the brother's tongue just like she has been probed by the sister's tongue. She's a slut, and you know what we do to dirty sluts. Brothers and sisters, they have to deal with dirty sluts."

Fuck, Caro is pushing all my dirty buttons now, and calling me her little slut, God I love being her dirty doll slut with my bobbing blonde hair and my wide innocent eyes. And now she tantalises me with the idea of her brother. And my pink bum hole is nestled between my round cheeks, so I spread my thighs to reveal more of my tightest hole.

"Caro, your Judy really is shameless. All I can see is a tidy pinkness. I must look closer."

I felt a shift behind me, and gripped Caro's big tits in expectation, and then gasped. His hot breath blew over my thrust up bum hole, and it puckered in the heat. And oh God, then there was the longest wet lick all over my back hole, and oh fuck, his tongue thrust deep into my sphincter, forcing me open to his long, wet tongue. I lurched forward, my lips pushing between Caro's wet ripeness. 

And I fucked his sister with my tongue, and I was fucked by her brother's tongue deep in my ass hole, and there I was, between these wonderful siblings, all hot and splayed open. Gloriousness was all around me, oh gorgeous Caro and your bad, bad, brother, his tongue in my asshole. 

Deep in my ass, and oh fuck, another tremble in my clit. And I swirled my own fingers around my little pearl, and my other hand pulled tight on Caro's nipple. With his tongue in my tight pink passage, I surged up to another delicious come, and I counted, twice, one two, sweet lovely comes with Caro's brother.

And even though I had never had cock in my life, I wanted cock in me, his cock in me, Caro's brother's cock in me. And I would have what Caro has had, I want that. I want a brother, Caro's brother, to fuck my virgin cunt hard. Why should she have it all and me have none? 

Wasn't I delicious and blonde and beautiful like his lovely Lucinda? Why should his sister have her fun and not me, and why should straight girls be the only ones to want cock? God, I was all mixed up, and just listen to my thoughts all tumbling about in my head.

But Caro and A had other ideas.

"Caro, Judy's sweet little asshole is oh so sweet, but I want your deep heat around me, like we did those years ago, I want my sister's tight cunt around my long prick. And I want our Judy to watch."

A pushes and pushes and pushes my buttons, he keeps saying sister, and he is her brother, and oh my, he keeps saying our Judy. And that makes me their plaything, their joint loved girl, their sweet little doll. 

He makes me belong to both of them. I am spoilt beyond belief, little Judy, how could I be so lucky?

"Brother mine, I've got another idea. On your back, little brother."

And Caro stood above him, and her big, magnificent tits swayed loose, and her thighs were long and strong. She then crouched above him, and reared her own magnificent ass high, and I was behind her and loved the dark cleft of her brown star, her asshole, and the big globes of her ass. 

I split those cleft cheeks apart with my little hands and plunged a big, wet, open mouthed suck on to her ass, and sucked the dark musk taste of her bum into my mouth. My tight little tongue pushed a dainty tight fuck into Caro's shute, and she clenched her muscle around me, pulling me in.

Then Caro lowered her body down, and I heard her low voice, a whisper.

"Watch, Judy, watch me take my brother's hard shaft into my deep cunt."

Mesmerised, I lay between his legs as close as I could be, his big cock and his tight, swollen balls a visual treat for my eyes. Caro carefully centred her dripping cunt lips over the tip of his shaft, her finger tips just holding it, just her thumb and two fingers, holding his shaft vertical. 

And before my eyes her lips opened around him, and her body descended an inch and then stopped. His head was gone, and she was still. Slowly, she descended again, one slow inch at a time, stopping each time. And his balls rose higher as she descended on him, six more slow inches one by one.

There was a hushed silence in the room, the only sound Caro's little moan as each slide down filled her just that little inch more; and A's muted gasp of breath each time she stopped, and he clenched himself to stop a pulsing spurt of come; and a little sob from me, because it was a promise, but not yet. 

Once Caro was impaled upon her brother's shaft, all gone now, there was a longer stillness. I tentatively reached my fingers to his heavy balls, and held those two high eggs between my fingers, and I delicately pulled them away from his body. I slowly slowly rolled his balls in those cooler sacs of skin, and I was surprised at their coolness.

So there we were, me stretched out between his legs, my two fingers idly caressing my sensitive clit and slicking a longer finger into my wetness, lazily; my other hand gently caressing and tugging on his high testicles. 

Above him, the long body of my first lover, Caro, leaning forward so her big, heavy breasts were falling before his eyes, and her long teats sucked into his mouth, first one side and then the other.

"Come up now Judy, come up and crouch over him too. Sit up where I can kiss you and feel the weight of your breasts in my hands. Come and sit on my brother's face."

Oh wickedness, the idea of it! So I crawled up the bed and I too raised myself up onto my knees and spread my legs about his face. I was rewarded with a groan of pleasure at the visual treat I was giving him. The muscles in my thighs quivered as I lowered myself down onto his mouth. 

I stopped just above his lips, and looked down between my alabaster thighs and my milk white belly, and saw his tongue push out of his mouth as far as it could. And felt a wet probe between my legs, a flicker on my lips. 

I rewarded myself once more by lowering myself again. My body shivered as he sucked his whole mouth around my cunt lips, and he sucked my whole dripping place into his mouth.

Then his tongue was a powerful thrust up into my tight cunny, and I ground down onto his face, furiously pushing my crotch down on to him, and he gulped at my sex, hungry for my cunt, thirsty for my juice. 

My nipples thrust out from my ripe globes, and the hot mouth of Caro was upon them, biting and sucking the flesh of my breasts into her mouth, her strong palm squeezing the other breast firmly against my chest. And then her mouth and hand swapped, and the other nipple was nipped between her teeth, and then twisted between her fingers and rolled under her thumb.

Then her tongue was a swift fuck into my mouth, and both sets of my lips were being bitten and pulled, and her brother's tongue was hard up into my cunt; and his sister's tongue thrust hard into my mouth, and both my wet entrances were pummeled by these two, this wonderful, lovely pair. 

Little Judy was impaled on two hard tongues, and it was as if I became disembodied between these two shuddering siblings, some watching thing, seeing my own body shudder between them. I rode his face and she kissed me deeply, and then our soft gentle hands were upon each other's breasts, Caro and I, and it was like a leisurely Sunday morning as we just fell around each other.

But there was A, beneath us, his face all slick from my juice and his tongue surely tired by now, and he lay still as Caro slowed her movements upon him, his hands and fingers feebly groping up at our soft, curved bodies. He reached up and cupped one of my smaller breasts, its weight and the lovely feel in his hand, and he reached up to the heavier weight of his sister's bigger breasts. And I was between them both.

"Watch this," Caro whispered in my ear, and this time I joined in her conspiracy, her game with her beloved brother. "Watch this."

And she reared up from his belly, her strong cunt clenching just the big, purple head of his cock between her dark lips, the coils of her hair all slick and glossy with her juice.

"Watch this."

And she thrust her whole weight down along his pulsing shaft, and as she did so I thrust my whole weight down onto his face, and for a last time he pierced me with his tongue. But Caro's tight downwards clench all along his risen shaft was too much for him. He couldn't stop himself, who could? 

With a low guttural moan, and a clench of his hands to my breasts and a gasp of his breath, Caro's brother, her little brother, exploded come deep into my beloved Caro, shuddering, shuddering, shuddering.

I gazed at her face, but her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back. As I watched, I saw a familiar flicker behind her eyelids, and her tongue pierced her lips, and I saw a slow, echoing shudder across her lovely face. And Caro came too. 

Sweet and long, a high, soft sigh that I knew so well, and thought was just for me, she sighed around her man, her brother. And I knew that she would make one last clench around his shaft, just as she did when my fingers were inside her, and I thought that was just for me.

Her face slowly lowered from her ecstasy, and her eyes slowly opened, and her green eyes gazed at me, just as she always did and I knew was just for me. Her finger touched my lips, and my tongue wet it, just the tip, as she always did for me, and I knew it was just for me.

"Judy, my darling, he's just doing a job, because he's family. It's always you."

And my darling Caro twisted my tight, hard nipple, one last time, and with a stinging in my eyes, and a wettening there, I came, one more time, gently quivering. And I knew it was just for me.

We all rolled apart and I found myself once more curled between them, A's wet heat soft between the cheeks of my bum, his arms around my body, his hand holding his sister's. And Caro lay, her breasts against mine, soft. And I was all wrapped up and protected between them. My golden haired angels, looking over me.

Caro's fingers scooped to the dribble from between her legs, the mix of her juice and his come.

"Taste," she said, and I did. And it was a nectar from the gods. Ah me.

-- ooo OOO ooo --

The next several weeks were more of this glorious sensation, and my mind was a sensation of delight. But through it all, A never let the tip of his cock pierce the lips of my sex, however much I wanted him to, however much I tried to wriggle onto his high standing shaft. It didn't matter how many times I reared the twin moon of my bum up before his eyes and spread wide the bright pink valley beneath, that enticing cleft. 

He would dart his tongue along my cleft, piercing my bum and swathing up to my clit with the flat of his tongue. He would nibble and suck on my lips, and drink my sweet nectar and share my taste with me on my own lips in long kisses. But he would not thrust his cock into my cunt.

Caro would hold my body on hers, my back to her front, and our legs would spread before him, and A would kneel between our risen knees and lick and suckle us both together. He would nip the buds of my nipples in his teeth, and he would pull back my throat in a gentle choke, the other hand in my hair. 

Caro would tie me with scarves and they would both torment me for hours, my writhing body a whole pleasure of comes. Once, I even took the big purple head of his cock into my bum, just the first inch, but I did not like it any further than that, because my bum is small and he is big. I like a long finger from Caro in my bum, sometimes, but his cock was too big. It hurt me, and I didn't like that.

And I would suck on his cock with my mouth over his long shaft between my red, strawberry lips, and would greedily drink his cream and take some and feed it to Caro in a kiss.

But in all that time, I never once took his shaft into my cunt. I tried, oh yes I tried, but he was never tempted. Or if he was tempted, he didn't. He wouldn't, he just wouldn't put his long heat in me. 

And slowly, despite everything else that was happening, I started to compare. I started to compare myself to Caro, but we were so different, that was pointless. Besides, she was his sister, so I could never match that. I started to compare myself to other doll like girls in the street. But that was pointless too, because they were strangers, and how could A ever know them? 

And finally, shameful me, I started to compare myself to Lucinda, who A had run with in the rain when he was just eighteen. But A had never slept with Lucinda, he had never even seen her nude, her slim grace always hidden from his gaze. But despite all this, with my nakedness splayed before him, I compared myself to Lucinda, and in my world, I did not compare to her. And I was humbled and lost.

I never said anything though, and was always smiles with both A and Caro. I even went for more walks with A in the rain, and would sneak my little hand into his big one. He would always squeeze my fingers, and lean down and kiss the top of my head. Just as he always did with Lucinda.

But he never fucked me in my cunt. I think he loved me, but he never fucked me.

After several weeks, my mind a whirling torment, the moon was full and my bleed began, as it always did. I am regular as can be, my menses match the moon and she is my goddess. I really am a wind up doll, just like clockwork. Sometimes, Caro's more changeable cycle coincides with mine and we are blood sisters together, our bleeds combined.

But this did not disturb A. He didn't probe my deepest place when I bled, but didn't mind the metallic tang it left. And Caro too. 

At the peak of the moon, when the goddess was her roundest and her light the whitest, Caro and I sat all sprawled across A, his big shaft between us, and we traced a finger tip of our blood up and along his shaft, and a swirl over our bodies like a red tattoo, just a thin line swirling in a Celtic entwinement.

"Look Judy, we are all blood together. We are sisters, and we have anointed my brother with our blood, so he is our sister too. We are family." 

So Caro, in her way, did somewhat appease my fear. But deep inside, I still compared myself. He did not want my sweet cunt lips around his shaft, so I must be wrong inside myself. 

I was wrong. I was completely wrong about myself. 

Later, I realised I had forgotten Caro's words.

"Will he know what to do," I had asked, long ago.

"Yes. He always does," Caro had replied. 

She knew her brother, but I did not.

Later that week A announced that he would be away for some days, taking a long hill walk in Wales, where his and Caro's parents had walked in their first days of marriage, a long time ago.

"I'll be back in the middle of the month," he said, "be ready for me."

I didn't know what he meant, and Caro said nothing. There was an emptiness in my heart while he was away, for this was his first absence since he and Caro had first shown their long lean backs to me. But there was no other empty place, for he had never filled me to my deepest depths because he did not want me, he did not want to take me there. I thought that I could never compare.

The night he was due back, there was a difference in Caro. I could not place it, I could not figure what it was, but she was somehow different, some strange tension in her. Was she nervous, even? I was eager to see him, for I missed his harder version of Caro's softer body, his yang to her yin; his lingam to her yoni. I was eager to get my little fingers around his thick shaft, for I loved the heat of him.




Sisters Pt. 03



Caro made me dress up. She was in a regal purple robe I had not seen before, and she dressed me in a plain white shift, all silk buttons down the front and simple embroidery in two seams that curved over my plump breasts, the light cloth falling to my feet. It was dark, for the moon was in its darkest phase, not to be seen and not seeing.

"Are we to play a Roman mistress and her hand maiden, Caro?"

"Perhaps, little one, perhaps. You must be patient, my eager one."

Oh yes, Caro was going to play one of her teasing games with me, that always ended in me aching and arching my back in ecstasy, my orgasms rippling through me in waves, like surf from a long swell along a long beach, golden sand and skies of blue. Blue, goodness, like A's eyes, gazing down into my blues eyes, gazing up. 

Caro's eyes are green, but she is never jealous, even when my lips are around his shaft. When my lips are around his shaft and his cream is spilling into my mouth, her hungry lips and mouth are beside me, and we share his essence. He is her brother and she is his sister. They are family.

But the night is dark, and A is not here yet, and I am like a maiden in a plain white shift. Is there an altar here, for me to be tied to?

"Judy, come to me, girl."

Caro is commanding, and stands tall in her purple gown, and her heels are high and she stands tall in the room. She is playing the queen tonight, and I am her plaything, my hair twisted in a braid about my head. My little pink nipples thrust hard and I look down and they are peaked under the white gown. 

Caro undoes three buttons, and the soft cleft of my cleavage sways beneath the cloth. I moisten, and I feel heat on my throat and the top of my chest, from a pale blush. Caro's finger tips flutter over my eyelids, closing them. She kisses me, once, and then my eyes are veiled by a soft velvet cloth and there is darkness.

She takes my hand and guides me to a chair. Caro carefully places my feet apart, each heel touching the leg of the chair. I am not bound there, but I know I must pretend to be. That makes me control myself, knowing that my ankles are not tied but might be. I can move, but mustn't. 

My thighs relax and widen on the chair, and I moisten some more and my sex is wider, but it is hidden under my gown which has three buttons undone and my breasts rise with each breath I take.

Caro places my arms along the soft, padded arms of the chair, and again, my wrists are not tied but could be. She stands behind the chair, and I am conscious of her beside me, and that musky aroma, I can scent her as she stands beside me. Her dark delta must be so close, if I was to turn my eyes, the long swell of her belly would be there before me, and her dark coiled cleft glistening below. I could touch my tongue to her clit, probably. 

But her purple gown is closed and I can not see. Black darkness is in front of my eyes. My other senses quiver heightened now. My fingers twitch. I press my thighs together and I am wet.

I hear a door close, and slow footsteps down the long hall. I try to remember if the door to this room is open, but cannot remember. I know the chair faces the door, and the door faces the long hall, but I don't know if A, for surely this is him, returned, I don't know if he can see me in my white gown and the three buttons undone as he walks down the hall. 

The steps are slow. God, I must wait. I can't wait, for I'm Judy and I'm so impatient. My ankles and wrists are not tied, but the imaginary ropes bind me still.

Caro whispers, her voice high above me.

"Brother mine, she is ready, now."

What, ready? Why am I ready, and for what? Nobody has spoken to me. God, am I really so small that I am their thing, and my will all nothing? But I am pale, and curved, and beautiful.

"The moon has turned her eye from the sun, now, and the time is right." 

Caro is a high priestess now, am I to be a sacrifice?

The footsteps have stopped, he is near. The door to this room did not open, so he must have seen my white covered body from the end of the hall. I shuddered in a breath, and relaxed my thighs beneath the simple shift, its three buttons all undone. Then he was beside me, a kiss for his sister but not for me. 

"Judy."

A statement, his voice deep, but was that the slightest tremor I heard? I turned my head to his voice and looked up, my sightless eyes hidden from his gaze, but I knew he looked down, and there would be a fondness is his slow smile as he looked down upon me, his gaze a blessing.

I heard cloth fall, but I did not know if it was Caro behind me or A in front of me. There was silence in the room, and then soft fingers were upon my cheeks and a single touch to my lips, one finger, just one touch. My breath shuddered, but I kept the tilt of my head high and proud. I could not see, but I was prideful, and the tilt of my head would remind them of that.

I felt air move beside me, and there was a movement and I could feel a presence in front of me. Someone was kneeling on the floor before me, not touching, but beyond a doubt, there. And then there were fingers upon the buttons of my shift and slow teasing one by slow teasing one, oh goodness.

One button was undone, and more of my deep cleavage would show, but the cloth was still covering my nipples, I could feel the drag of it over my breasts. God, they were sensitive. And another button unslipped, and the drape would widen on the top of my belly, still my breasts covered. 

And another, and another, and now the small thimble of my navel, cupped in the soft swell of my belly, would be seen. My breath was steadier now, I was making myself breath deeply and steadily, and my lovely belly would rise with each breath, and my smooth, pale skin would replace the moon.

"Stand up, Judy, sweetness."

His voice was soft, he wanted to see me stand before him as he kneeled before me, and I would put my hands upon his head. I stood, and felt Caro's hands on my waist, to steady me. She was silent, but I knew she would be looking over my shoulder, looking down my body in its white dress, buttons undone now, to its waist. 

I felt her hands lift to the cloth of the gown on my shoulders, and she lifted it gently from my shoulders. I felt the soft cloth pull gently away from my nipples, and then it was released, falling away from like warm water, shimmering down my body and over my hips, falling to a puddle on the floor. 

My body shivered as the cloth fell away, and my senses were so heightened. As I felt the gown slide from my body I heard the slightest intake of breath from A, and I knew that his eyes widened at the sight of me in front of him. 

My smooth, smooth mound would before his eyes, my slender tidy crease rising up the bottom of my belly, all hairless and smooth. My legs were slightly parted for balance, so I knew the dark shadows would hide my lips between my thighs. But his eyes would be wide before me. How could they not be?

But then I felt strong arms around my body and under my legs, and I was lifted into his arms and carried, my naked body in his arms, and his chest was flesh against my flesh and my arms went around his neck in an automatic gesture. I was carried to the bed and placed gently on it, and the cloth from my eyes removed.

There in front of me stood A, his nude body tall and slim in front of me and oh God, his risen cock, thick and high against his belly. Beside him stood Caro, his sister, and she too was nude, her heels gone now so they were the same height. 

They stood, side by side, this brother and sister, and they were two things the same, two halves of each other. And as they gazed down upon me my eyes shifted and flickered from one to the other, and some strange switch flicked in my head and I could not tell them apart.

First it was A with his high, hard cock, and then it was A with big firm breasts. And then It was Caro with her slender waist and fuller hips, and then it was Caro's rigid prick before my eyes, and they shimmered and changed and were interchangeable. 

They became two parts of the same creature, and it didn't matter if it was him or if it was her, it was them. And they moved towards me with love in their eyes and a hard, risen cock and big swelling breasts, and they were the same and they were one, brother and sister. 

The older sister and the younger brother were over me now, and gently spreading apart my legs and I was dripping with nectar and honey, and they gently held back my knees and spread me wide, and my pink nipples thrust high on my breasts and my breasts were swollen and tight and the moon was dark. 

And their hot and hungry mouths suckled on to my throbbing teats and bit them and sucked them into their mouths, and it was like one mouth on my breasts, their suck was the same.

They each took my hands and raised them high over my head and held me there, my body stretched long beneath them, and they trapped my hands in theirs and we held our hands together, fingers entwined together, and I was held. My thighs were apart, and I was wide and held beneath them, and my sex was wide and wet and open and inviting and oh my sweet fuck, there was his big cock head between my lips, and it was Caro's cock and A's cock. 

And oh my God, it was my cunt that their cock was sliding into deep, oh so deep, and I had never had that heat inside me before, nor that weight over me and deepening into my womb.

And they were above me, his blue eyes gazing down and her green eyes gazing down, and her swaying breasts grazing my peaked nipples, and his thrusting cock sliding within me, and I wrapped my legs about his waist to clench him close and to grip him into me, and my hands went to his tight ass to pull him into me, and beside him as he fucked into me, his sister urged him on.

"Fuck her, fuck my sweet Judy for me, brother mine, and be my seed and take this gorgeous girl who is beyond compare for me. Take her, brother, take her take her, fuck her deep for me, fill her with our seed for your sister. Oh God, my brother, fill this sweet love with our seed, make her yours so she be mine. Oh fuck, yes, brother."

And he replied, panting into me with his thick, hard thrusts, my centre split with the heat and length of him.

"Oh fuck yes, sister, I'll take this sweet darling girl and I'll fuck her for you, harder than I ever fucked you, sister, I'll thrust deep to the depths of her womb and fill her with come for you, our come, our blood, your come, your seed that is my seed."

And then, little me, little slow me, silly Judy, I finally got it. I finally realised why he had gone away and then come back when the moon was gone.

"Oh yes, A, please please please, fuck me your hardest fuck me your best, come on now, come on now, deeper into me, deeper, sweetest man, you lovely man, come on brother brother, fuck me, oh fuck, fuck fuck me."

For I knew I had to urge every forbidden lust from within his deep swelling balls, I had to be his sister beneath him, I had to be every woman he had ever had and every woman he had never had, I had to conjure every last drop of seed from his heavy balls shuddering high up against the dark heat of my ass. 

I had to grip his long length deep into my cunt, to grip and pull and urge that thick rich come from deep inside his balls. And I had to pull that seed from him through his heart, from his love for his sister, through his love for me, I had to fuck that life from him, deep into me, deep into me.

And now I was rising with him, my throbbing orgasm building up with his, and I urged him up to his forbidden peak, his fuck for his sister being driven into me, into me, oh God yes, into me, my cunt filled with his heat, and one more button to press.

"Come on, come on, now, now, oh yes, come on you darling boy, come run with me in the rain. Come with me the only time, lovely boy."

And my final, last urging, that was the one, the one that made him eighteen all over again, with the girl who was beyond compare, who ran in the rain with him.

And he surged his fill of seed deep into me, for his sister, for him, for me, for her. With a long shuddering thrust of his surging prick, he came so deep, so hard, so deep into me that I thought my heart might burst.

"Oh sweet boy, I'm coming too. Be my boy."

And for that thirty seconds, as I shuddered and twisted with the peak of my own high brilliance of light and whiteness, for those long moments, he was mine alone, that lovely man and me. 

For those long moments as we came together, I was his and he was mine, and we did not compare. We were the best, me and him, him and me. He was mine, deep in my soul, deep.

-- ooo OOO ooo --

Three moons later and the sickness stopped. My belly was starting to swell. 

That night he came back from his long walk in the hills was the only time he took me deep within, but it was enough.

"You know, Judy, you were a bit of a minx, thinking you could compare, especially right there at the end. You could never compare to Lucinda."

My heart dropped.

"You never needed to compare. She was Lucinda, she was then and she always will be beyond compare, in a special place in my heart. But you are Judy, and that's you. They're your blue eyes, not hers, that's your blonde hair, not hers."

He looked at me fondly with his dark blue eyes, grey clouds in the sky, and tilted my chin up with his finger.

"You, you're Judy. That's who you are, you don't need to compare."

He paused.

"Besides, you're family now, you've got our blood, Caro and me." He paused again, and smiled, his thoughts turning inwards.

"We're family, and it's my job."

-- ooo OOO ooo --

After he left, I sat and pondered one afternoon, my hand on my kicking belly.

"Caro, what if the baby's too small, and I have too much milk?"

"Darling Judy, we'll send a post card."

"Oh, will he know what to do?" I smiled, it was our game.

"Of course he knows what to do. Why do you think Amelia was such a good baby..."

Brothers. Sisters need them.