0 comments/ 234332 views/ 64 favorites A Slut for a Sister Ch. 01 By: adoration The best thing about my dad getting married again was that his wife is Chinese and I have a thing about Oriental, or part-Oriental women. Dad's new wife was fucking gorgeous - she'd been a cabin attendant, or whatever the fuck they call them, for Cathay Pacific. She was 50, a year younger than dad and best of all she had a daughter! Gina was 20-years-old, a year younger than me, and she'd inherited her mum's looks, her stunningly black hair and her tiny little figure. Gina's mum was originally married to an Italian football player who she'd got pissed on champagne during a flight from Hong Kong to Rome, or somewhere equally fucked. So my new stepsister was part Chinese, part Italian. And she was so totally good-looking I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about her. Anyway, dad - he's a professional golfer on the old men's circuit - married again a year ago. I was glad for him. My mum had fucked him around and taken so much in the messy divorce that the poor old fucker was forced back to the old men's tour to make ends meet. Luckily, he won two tournaments last year so we're back on track, money-wise. Which suits me just fine, because I'm a professional slacker. I'm going to work as a motor mechanic some day, but right now I just like to lay around the house, drink beer, comb the net for Oriental porn and work out at the local gym to keep fit. Dad doesn't approve, but since he and my stepmother spend so much time on the old fuckers' tour, it means I get to do what I like. Anyway, a couple of months ago, Gina came home from the fucking useless university where she's studying art history. Shit I was glad to see her! Denver is fucking boring at the best of times, but Denver in midsummer is the pits. Give me the football season any day. Let me try to describe the little tart for you. When I say little, she's about an inch over five feet and I guess she weighs 85 or 90 pounds dripping wet. Her hair is glorious. It's jet black, it shines with a sheen that you can almost see your face in. She's got beautiful brown eyes, lovely black eyelashes. She's also got a body. I guess her tits are around 34 inches, her waist - well, I can almost get the fingers on one hand to reach the tips of the others when I grab her around the waist. Her tush is quite prominent, which means it's one of the loveliest I've ever seen. Shapely legs. But it's her face which is so Grade A fucking fantastic. I don't know about you, but the first thing I look for in a woman, before her tits and ass, before her legs, is her face. I guess you could say I'm a sucker for a pretty face. She's got one of those baby doll Asiatic type of faces, but she's not too Asiatic 'cos of her father, I guess. Well, dad was off playing in some heated hell hole like Tennessee, or Arkansas, or god-knows-where, and stepmum was with him. Which meant that I was with Gina! The day she arrived, I had been out with some of my motor car nut mates, drinking too much piss, so I checked to see she'd arrived OK, then told her we'd catch up the next day. The next morning, despite the fact I'd had too much fucking beer the night before, I got up at a reasonable hour because I was really keen to set eyes on Gina again. I was disappointed. I'd made breakfast - flapjacks washed down with lashings of hot coffee - and she didn't show. After breakfast I walked into the lounge, sprawled in a chair and read a magazine, one of those so-called "men's magazines", which show lots of tits and ass but no nipples or minges. Fuck knows why I waste my money on 'em. Anyway, there I am, dressed only in shorts and a T-shirt trying to wonder what some Limey model bird named Nell McAndrew would be like in the sack, when Gina walked in. And fuck, did she grab my attention! She was wearing a bikini in what they call metallic lycra, which meant it shone and gleamed like the chrome on a 1950s Caddy. The bikini was a sort of blue colour, and the bra was barely there around her breasts - the sides of her globes were there to be seen between the thin strips covering her nipples. The bikini bottom wasn't really a bikini. It was a strip covering her mons and her pussy and the back was just a string, revealing her glorious little ass. She was also wearing high heels, which just drives me wild. A woman in a bikini and in high heels sends signals to my cock! Fuck she looked great. Anyway, this fucking vision walked over, bent down and kissed me on the mouth - on the fucking mouth! "Hi Brad," she said in her perfect American accent. "Looking at one of your men's magazines, I see," she said. "Gimme a look." And she held out a lovely little hand, but I pushed her away. "It's a men's thing, you wouldn't understand, sis," I told her, but in a jokey, friendly sort of way. "And anyway, shouldn't you put some clothes on?" She laughed and did a pirouette, displaying her smashing figure. "I got it last week and I thought I'd model if for you since it's so fucking hot today. Like it?" "What there is of it is fucking sensational," I said. And then she jumped me! The little vixen plunked herself right down on my lap and grabbed the mag from me. I didn't protest too much, I fancied her like mad. Making herself comfortable on me, Gina flicked through the pages. "I see what you mean about 'a man's thing'," she said. "Fast cars, fast motor bikes, sexy watches - ooh, and look at the tits on that!" She had the page open at the Nell McAndrew spread. "Fuck, I wish I had tits like that," said Gina. "You've got great tits," I protested, "better than hers. And probably just as big, it's the way she's been photographed." "Do you reckon they're real?" she asked, inspecting more pages of the little Limey blonde. "Hard to say, probably not," I said. "It wouldn't be hard to say if you sucked 'em," said Gina. "Would you like to suck them?" "Er, yes, I guess I would," I replied. Then Gina slammed the mag shut, threw it casually on the floor and looked me straight in the eye. "OK, Brad," she said, with a smile, "where's your porn collection, I want to look at it." I stammered: "My porn collection?" Gina laughed. "Yes, your porn collection, brother dear. You know - filthy pictures. You're 21-years-old and every man aged from about 16 on has a porn collection. And I want to see it. Come on, it's got to be up in your bedroom, let's go." And with that the scantily-clad madam held out a hand, took mine and dragged me upstairs. Not that I was protesting too much, she looked sensational and I was seriously excited. In my bedroom, I pulled my large envelope containing some 200 pictures I'd downloaded from the internet and stood beside my bed. Gina looked around the room and sniffed: "Fuck, this room looks like a tornado's hit it. Let's go to my room." And she led the way, her bare, pert little buttocks jouncing in a horn-inducing way as she preceded me. In her room she removed two big books from her sheets - one about the influence of some chap called J M W Turner, the other about the legacy of Vince Van Gogh, or something like that. No, I'd never heard of 'em either. Gina climbed onto the middle of the large bed, grabbed the envelope from my hands and put it by her side. "Now Brad," she said, eyeing me sternly, "you're way over-dressed. Get that T-shirt and shorts off." I protested, but she snapped: "Don't be such a spoilsport. I'm almost naked and I want to see your body - I know you work out a lot. Come on, don't be a party pooper." I pulled off my T-shirt revealing my tanned and tone upper torso. "Very nice, very nice indeed," said my stepsister, in an evil little tone. "Come on, and the shorts." "I can't," I cried, "I'm sorry, not the shorts." "Why the fuck not," said Gina, placing the envelope on her lap and preparing to inspect its contents. "Because I'm only wearing a thong, that's why the fuck not," I almost shouted. "Oh don't be such a fucking prude," said Gina. "I'm wearing less than a fucking thong and I've seen you eyeing my buns, so get the shorts off." And with that she leaned over and pulled me onto the bed and made a grab for my shorts. "OK, for chrissakes," I relented, dragging the garment off to reveal my little white satin thong. "Oh fuck," exclaimed Gina, "I so love the way the white contrasts with your fucking tan. That is so fucking tasty, Brad. Now, let's see what you've got." My hands flew to my groin and held on to the thong for grim life. Gina roared with laughter. "In this, stupid," she said, waving the envelope in front of my face. She pulled out a sheaf of A4 sized pictures and started to thumb through them. The first set was of a porn model I really fancied, named Puma Swede, a busty blonde - nothing Oriental about her, at all. "Big tits," remarked Gina, "but they must be surgically enhanced. And a very strange name. Next." Jenna Jameson revealing all her porno charms was next. "Don't like her," commented Gina, "looks sexy but rather hard. Next." Next was a collection of about 10 pictures of Amber Evans showing off her lovely body in a selection of mouth-watering lingerie. "Very nice," was Gina's summation. "Lovely figure. And that sexy lingerie makes me wet." "Makes me hard," I commented, and Gina leaned over and planted a slow kiss on my mouth. "Glad to hear it, darling bro," she said, "just wait till you see me in some of mine!" Then Gina arrived at the pictures I always knew would reveal far too much about my sexual preferences than I felt she should. Or maybe I wanted her to know all along, who knows? This was a set of pictures of a long-legged Oriental lady in a quarter-cup satin bra and crotchless panties. She had on boots which laced up to just below her knees. The heels were high and chunky. The pictures left nothing to the imagination. As if that wasn't bad enough, the woman was a doppelganger - is that the right word? - for my stepsister. But Gina didn't remark on that. "Lovely tits, much bigger than mine," she said, enviously. "And a lovely pussy - shaved, just like mine." "You shave?" I said, trying to conceal the excitement in my voice. I just love the sight of a shaved or semi-shaved pussy. "Hell yes, otherwise all my pubic hair would be sprouting out the sides of this little bikini bottom and that would be most unsightly. You wouldn't want little Gina-wina to appear unsightly, would you Braddy-waddy?" she asked, in a little girl, sing-song voice. "Er, no, of course not," I stammered. Then Gina delved deeper into the pictures of the tall Oriental lady. And she found what I was fearing - or hoping - all along. The lovely Asiatic bird being fucked like there was no tomorrow by this big Caucasian stud. The man was well built - well, his muscles were about the same as mine, even down there. I've got an eight and a half inch cock, circumcised like the man in the pictures Gina was inspecting and, also like the man in the porn pictures, I shave my cock shaft and ball bag. "He's yummy," said Gina, "I could fancy him. I so like the way he obviously shaves that big prick." Then Gina looked inquiringly at me. "Do you shave, Brad?" I must have turned bright red. "Oh, you do, you fucking do," said Gina, who then darted for my thong and before I knew it had pulled the garment away from my crotch. My cock spilled out from the constraints of the satin and displayed an erection that while not fully-blown was certainly more than semi-stiff. Gina gasped: "Oh my god, Brad, it's beautiful. Oh, it's so fucking lovely." And then, as I sat on the bed transfixed, Gina lowered her mouth and took the helmet of my cock in her mouth and sucked strongly on it. It was the most wonderful thing I'd ever felt! Then she pulled the thong down and tossed it to the floor, making me totally naked. I felt both excited and uneasy. "Gina," I whispered, "this is wrong." Her response was to fondle my stiffy. "What's wrong about it?" she asked. "If mom hadn't married your dad and we met in a bar and you fancied me there wouldn't be one fucking thing wrong with it. Now, shut up, I want to look at these pictures, I've got a theory." Gina looked at the set of the man performing cunnilingus on the Oriental stunner, on her performing fellatio on him, of them fucking doggy-style, of him coming over her face. Then she tossed the discarded pictures and the envelope onto the floor and stared intently at me. "I've just worked it out," said Gina, as if she had suddenly realised that two plus two added up to four. "You masturbate to these pictures, don't you?" she asked. "That didn't take much working out," I snorted. "Course I masturbate to them - that's the whole point of pictures like these." "Yes," said Gina, "but when you masturbate to them, you fantasize that's it me in the pictures, don't you? She looks a lot like me, except she's taller and got bigger boobs. "So you fantasize you're fucking me, not her. And that's why you've shaved your cock and balls, so you'll be like the stud in the pictures here. In your fantasy you're fucking me, just like he's fucking her in the stuff you've downloaded." I lowered my head and mumbled: "That's right, sis. I'm sorry, I really am." Gina whooped in delight. "You're sorry? What the fuck for? I think it's absolutely fucking fantastic. You've got a thing about Asiatic women, haven't you?" Again, I confessed that I had. Then, with a quick flick of her hands behind her back, Gina had removed her bra. Her lovely 34-inch titties stood up, full and form, the nipples brown and gleaming, surrounded by quite small areolae. "Well, stop fantasizing and start sucking, Brad," she ordered, and knelt across my upper torso and pressed her gloriously firm breasts against my mouth. I raised my hands to her shoulders and began to kiss her erect nipples, sucking as much of her breast into my mouth as I could, my hands then roaming to her bare buttocks. I slipped her bikini bottom off and she assisted me. Soon we were both stark naked. Then, Gina pulled her breasts from my oral adoration and moved up my body until her pussy was staring me in the face. Her sex lips were slim, but they were glistening with arousal. Her clitoris was a small, pert little bud. Her skin was dark brown around the outer folds of her sex. A tiny little jet black strip of pubic hair gleamed at her mons. The aroma was intoxicatingly heady. I raised my mouth and placed my lips on her labia lips, tasting the salty sweetness of her sex juices. Then I delved between the lips, pressing against her cunt, then up to her clit. "Oh that is so fucking wonderful, Brad," I heard her coo from above me. "Something tells me you've done this before." Then she removed her minge from my face and lowered it to my stiffy, which was point at my chin. Taking my shaft on one hand she squatted above me and placed the head of my helmet onto her cunt lips. I held my breath, not daring to believe what was happening but realising that in moments I was going to fulfil a fantasy I'd had since I was 16 and fancied a little Chinese girl in the same grade. I was going to fuck a China doll! Gina let go a sigh of ecstasy as she impaled herself on my stiffness and then her pussy had completely enveloped my hard-on and she had fallen on top of me, her mouth mashing against mine as we kissed in the first throes of a torrid fuck. My stepsister didn't fuck about. She moved earnestly and swiftly to her climax. As she neared the point of no return, she raised her upper body and hissed "Suck my nipples, first one, then the other, and do it fast, tit-to-tit at speed, Brad". I did as she instructed and within a minute, well no less than 90 seconds, she had hammered away on me until she roared: "Fuck me, I'm cuuuuuuuuming!" Then she pulled her breasts from my face and pulled her cunt from my cock and placed her pussy length onto my thigh, graunching and grinding her sex lips against me until her climax peaked, then faded. "Oh fuck, that was wonderful," said Gina, pressing her breasts against my pecs, and kissing me lingeringly. "It was so fucking wonderful, I've got to tell my best friend. Do you mind?" I looked puzzled. Gina grinned: "She's called Ming, she's 23 and she's got much bigger breasts than mine." "Ming?" I said. "Yep," said Gina, "she's part-Chinese on her mother's side, American on her dad's. You'll love her." And with that, Gina rolled over and picked up her mobile phone, punched a code in and as the number rang, she resumed her squatting position above my still blood-engorged cock. "Hi Ming, it's me," she announced. Ming obviously made some small talk, Gina continued: "You know I told you that I thought my stepbrother fancied me? Well, guess what?" Ming obviously replied. Then Gina went on: "Well, you'll never guess what I'm doing now." Ming again replied. Then it was Gina's turn: "All right, all right, I'll get to the point. I'm holding his hard-on and it's kissing my outer cunt lips. It's more than eight inches, it's cut and it's gorgeous, so fucking tasty. Know what I'm doing now? I'm sliding down his cock, oooh that feels so fucking good. Right, I'm impaled on Brad. Wanna talk to him?" Gina listened for a moment, then handed me the phone, saying, rather unnecessarily, I thought: "This is Ming." "Hi Ming," I said. "Hi Brad, you naughty boy," came a deep, husky American accent. "You like fucking your sister?" "Yes, Ming," I replied, running one hand over Gina's terrifically firm breasts as I chatted, "she's wonderful." "Been down on her, have you?" asked Ming. "Yes," I said, as Gina pumped up and down on my erection. "Doesn't she taste great?" said Ming, with a chuckle. "You mean you know?" I asked Gina's best friend. "Course I do," said Ming. "It's not that we're lesbians, Brad, but sometimes during a boring evening spent studying it's nice to taste a lovely perfumed pussy. Pussies taste nice, don't they?" "Yes, Ming, they do," I answered. "I hope you'll like the taste of my pussy," said Ming, and I felt my cock give a sudden surge. Here I was, in my first fuck fest with my stepsister and I was having phone sex with her best friend! "Er, that sounds wonderful, Ming," assured her. "Put Gina back on," said Ming, and I passed the phone back. As I did, I could contain my excitement no longer and I announced with a hiss: "Sis, I'm coming." "Hold on Ming, he's about to shoot," said Gina. She dropped the phone on the bed, pulled off me, quickly placed her mouth against my shuddering cock head and smiled as my semen splattered against her face. The second load she sucked down, then rubbed my erection onto the globs of spunk I'd shot onto her cheeks and moved them down to her mouth. She sucked them down thirstily. Licking her lips with content, Gina picked up the phone and told her friend: "He's just come, the big hunk. And very tasty, too. Now, how about grabbing an airline ticket and getting down here for a break. We've got weeks off." Ming spoke, then Gina told her: "Great, call me when you're organised and we'll pick you up from Denver International." Gina climbed from the bed and went to her overnight bag. From it she picked a photo album and sat back down beside me. Some pages into the album, she stopped at about six pictures of a brunette beauty in T-shirts and shorts, but in the last picture, lying on a towel in a garden. I gaped. She was busty - 36ers, I thought - with long, dark brown legs that seemed to go on forever, as the cliches have it. "I told you," smiled Gina, smugly, "she's a stunner, isn't she?" Suddenly, summer in Denver promised to be less boring than usual. To be continued... A Slut for a Sister Ch. 02 After calling her friend, Ming, my stepsister told me of the "house rules" during our parents' absence. She was to wear sexy lingerie or scandalously brief bikinis, I was to go nude. "Hey, you're in lingerie, and I'm fucking nude?" I said, petulantly. "How come?" Gina smiled smugly: "That's so I can see what sort of an effect my lingerie's having on your cock." I grinned. "Fair enough – but I've got one rule for you. You will wear high heels while you're parading around trying to get me hard." It was her turn to ask a question: "Why?" "Because you've got terrific legs and the height of the heels makes your calves and thighs look even more beautiful," I told her. "Pervert," Gina laughed, then the 20-year-old shooed me out of her bedroom, saying she wanted to "surprise" me with her new lingerie outfit. I went downstairs and resumed reading my men's magazine, although after our torrid sexual encounter bikini-clad models who didn't show anything in some magazine were pretty darned tame, I can tell you. Minutes later, my slut stepsister marched into the lounge and paraded about like some runway model, displaying what she'd just bought. The bra and panties were both made of shiny black satin. The bra was one of those half-cup jobs, which pushed her great 34-inch tits up into wonderful mounds. But at the upper part in the central point of each cup a pair of deep V shapes had been cut, which meant that her lovely pointy little nipples were completely uncovered. They were also erect. At her crotch the panties – which were semi-thong style, so they only covered about half her terrific little tush – also had a V-shape cut in them, so while they weren't exactly crotchless panties, they were designed so that a man could put his cock in her cunt while she was wearing them. My cock sprang to pretty immediate attention. When she saw that, Gina laughed: "See, you like my little lingerie parade, eh Brad?" "It's so fucking tremendous it gives me an idea," I told her. "What would that idea be, Brad?" she asked, mock coyly. "Let's fuck!" I said. Gina's reaction was to walk over to a large leather easy chair opposite mine. She sat down, spreading her thighs so they rested on the arms. "But first, eat me," she said as I walked, stiff-pricked over to her. I knelt before her lovely little-lipped pussy and inhaled deeply. Fuck, she smelled so good! I ate her for a while, then she started to pant, so I stood and bent at the knees slightly until my eight-and-a-half inches was prodding at her cunt. Then, inspired by her gorgeous little China doll face looking up at me, I thrust deep into her tight little velvet vagina and began to perform what I do best – except drink beer and fix cars, that is. As I pounded away at her lovely little pussy I felt as if all my Christmasses had come at once. "You are so fuckin', fuckin' beautiful," I told her, an obvious remark, since she knew how much I fancied her, of course. "Brad," she smiled, stroking her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, "do people sometimes tell you you use the 'fuck' word a little too much?" I snorted, concentrating on my fucking, but also pissed at her remark. "You're a fine one to talk," I grunted, pressing deep into her, then pulling back almost to her outer cunt lips. "OK, I use the word too much, too," she said, "but you do say it a lot." I sighed. Here we go again! I'm a 20-year-old Denver old boy layabout who drinks too much beer with the boys and just wants to get laid as often as I fuckin' can. That and become a mechanic for some NASCAR team. "Look," I said, trying not to lose a beat as I thrust back and forth in her tight, lubricated little love tunnel, "I was with the usual gang down at The Drunken Pig last night and we're talking about the Denver fuckin' Broncos." Gina frowned as she thrust down against me on my upstrokes. "But it's the baseball season, Brad." "Makes no difference to me and the gang," I panted, humping her glorious little body with piston-like strokes. "Anyway, football's the only sport in this town – 'cept fuckin', of course." "Your point, exactly?" Gina asked, still fingering her pointy little nipples in that sexy little bra. "Well," I sighed, heaving away at her, "this old bastard – he musta been 40 if he was a day – came over and said to us 'Don't you boys think you use the 'f' word too much?' He musta been a fuckin' Bible-basher." "And you had a smart answer, I suppose," said Gina, whose movements were still going back and forth like a rabbit humping, despite our conversation. "I told him 'Sure we fuckin' do, and we do it because we've got the fuckin' right to'. The fucker!" "And what did he say?" she asked, her voice a little more excited now, I think she was nearing her climax. "So he says to me 'And what gives you the fucking right, son?' And he put a real sarcastic tone on the 'f' word. "So I told him: 'The fuckin' Constitution of the United States of America. Now fuck off'." Gina roared out laughing, then punched me in the belly, playfully, of course, and said: "Lift me up and sit down, I want to come on you." I put my hands beneath her sweet little ass and hoisted her into the air, her ankles gripping me around my back above my heaving buttocks. Then I turned and sat down in the chair. Gina slung her legs out wide so they lay on the chair's arms once more. Then she started to control the pace of the fuck – oh, sorry – the copulation. Soon her the movements of her groin and ass against my cock and pubic bone had her panting, then she was yelling out: "I'm coming, Brad, I'm coming. Oooh, fuck." Then she was there and she lay against me, her breasts heaving on my chest, her mouth covering mine with kisses. I pulled from her mouth and grinned: "Watch your language!" Ming called later in the afternoon, just after another bout of super sex between me and my stepsister, to say she'd arrive in Denver on Monday – the day after tomorrow. We said we'd pick her up. "Great," I said. "That means we've got another day and a half of one-on-one fucking. Which bedroom you wanna sleep in?" Gina, now getting "dressed" in one of her microscopic little bikinis so we could go out and sunbathe by the pool, looked at me sternly: "Hey, down tiger, down. You will sleep in your own bed, and I will sleep in mine." I protested as I pulled on a little white thong to wear while lying by the pool. "What's the matter, sis? Gone off me all of a sudden?" Gina laughed. "Hardly, Mr Monster Cock," she said. "But it's just that I've read so many stories about people getting surprised by parents who arrived home unexpectedly, there's no way I'm going to let my guard down. Mom would most definitely not approve of what we're doing, nor, I suspect would your dear daddy." I had to agree. "You're right. I guess we'll have to make the most of the daylight hours." "Well, not too many," said Gina. "I want to watch the third round of dad's tournament." We played around by the pool for an hour or two, Gina drinking some faggy wine, me sucking on beers, then we went in to watch pop's efforts on the Geriatric Tour. He ended the day a shot behind some character called Irwin, who's a fucking nuisance on the tour, winning far too much. There was a shot of him – dad, not Hale Irwin - kissing mom the cheek at the end of his round – a 69. My favorite fuckin' number! The next day, we spent more time lying by the pool in the dry Denver heat, then we had sex, then we watched pop finish the final round of the Geriatric Tour tournament. Dad's a good bunker player and a good putter. He's got a big green laid out behind the house, surrounded by four bunkers, and he plays splash shots for hour after hour. Then he putts for hour after hour. From more than 20 feet I can't get a putt to within about five feet of the hole, 'cos the green's a really big undulating bastard, but dad's a great lag putter. Hell, they all are. Anyway, Irwin does the unthinkable and bogeys the last hole. Dad sinks a 10-foot birdie putt and it's a fucking play-off! Before they drove off they shook hands and wished each other good luck. Funny game, golf, eh? Anyway, dad drove into the left rough, found a greenside bunker with his second and darn me if he didn't hole out his sand shot. Irwin missed an eight footer to tie and pop had pocketed $250,000! About an hour later, dad called and I answered. "I'm going straight on to Kansas to prepare for the Seniors Open," he told me, "and mom is coming on with me. "Now you behave, no wild parties, keep your drunken friends out of my house, and keep that practice green mowed. Now, is everything all AOK with you and Gina?" Well everything was so AOK it wasn't funny, but I thought it wouldn't be wise to enlighten him as to how AOK it all was. "Sure, pop," I said. "She's doing a lot of studying and has invited a girlfriend down here to help her with them. There'll be no parties – everything's cool." He grunted and I remembered I hadn't mentioned his victory. "Hey, pop, fucking great win today," I told him. "Thanks, Brad," he said, before adding: "Oh, and Brad? Please mind your language. You swear too much." "Too fuckin' right," I said, trying to make a joke of it, but like that fucking Limey Queen Veronica, or whatever, he wasn't amused. He hung up. I passed the news of our parents' continued absence to Gina and we had a dinner that she cooked. She insisted on celebrating dad's win with a bottle of fancy champagne – some crap called Krog, or Krug, or some such shit. Give me beer any day! Monday morning we drove out to Denver International and collected Ming from her New York flight. I just drove around the block several times to save parking in the car park, and soon Gina emerged from arrivals with this tall, dark-haired stunner. I mean stunner. Ming was introduced to me and smiled such a wonderfully warm smile, I thought I'd melt. Back home , Gina announced she was going to lounge by the pool. Ming said she'd join her, but she had some books she wanted to read up. Something about a guy called Manet, or Monet, or something. Anyway, he was French so what the fuck good could he be? Then they came back downstairs and Ming was wearing one of those micro bikinis - and in high heels! I reckon Gina had put her up to it! She was tall, about five eight, I'd guess, with bigger breasts that Gina, otherwise they could have been sisters. I followed them outside wearing my favorite little white thong, and Ming smiled up at me. "Now I see what you like about him, Gina – stripped down he's quite a hunk," she told my stepsister. "Wait till you see him really stripped down," said Gina, "and then you'll be even more impressed." "You flatter me, sis," I said, and lay down on a recliner alongside Ming. Then the 23-year-old art history student leaned up on one elbow and looked at me. I thought her big brown breasts were going to tumble out of her bikini top, but somehow the minuscule straps kept them within the confines of the narrow bands. "Go on, Brad," she said teasingly, "impress me!" "For fuck's sake, Ming," I protested, but my cock was swelling in the thong just looking at her super superstructure. "Go on, Brad, be a sport, we've enjoyed phone sex while you were making love to Gina, don't you remember?" she teased me. "Yes, I remember," I mumbled. It's hard to forget the fact that you've had phone sex with a woman the very first time you've spoken to her – outside of ladies who specialize in that sort of service, I mean. "Well, I'm waiting, Brad," Ming insisted. I looked across at Gina and she was grinning like a loony! "Go on Brad, show her that I'm not making anything up – I don't think she believes me," said sis. Well, I've got two beautiful part-Asian women for company, the house is 500 yards from the next nearest property, I thought what the fuck? I stood and posed in front of Ming's recliner, then eased the white thong down past my hard-on. My "pussy pleaser" as one of my former girl friends liked to call it, popped out and stood out stiffly, its purple head gleaming in the sun, its veins stark along the shaft, my balls thick and heavy. Ming almost gasped. "Ohmigod," she said, running all three words together, "he's even bigger than Julian." Gina piped in: "Julian is one of our lecturers, Brad – he's a West Indian. But apparently you're bigger." Then Ming leaned forward until she was sitting on the front edge of her recliner and ran a hand across my ball sac. Her hand felt cool and gentle. Then she placed her fingers around my shaft and stroked me. "Oh fuck, he is bigger than Julian," she announced and then leaned forward and took my cock's helmet in her mouth and sucked on it, down to the ring. I stood blissfully before her, basking in the sunshine and her sweet-sucking mouth as it worked on my stiffness. Then Ming stood, slipped into her high heels and turned to Gina: "Sorry baby," she said, "but Monet will have to wait a while. This I've got to road test. We'll be back in 20 minutes, just a quick test, I promise." Gina lay back and laughed: "Take your time, Ming, we've got all week!" Ming then took me firmly by the cock and led me into the house and upstairs to her guest bedroom. Once inside her mouth locked onto mine and I ran my hands up to the strings holding the bikini top together and untied them. The strings fell away but her breasts didn't – twin peaks of succulent 36-inch odd breasts stood firmly and proudly pointing at me, the nipples dark red and erect. I bent my head and sucked them. As I did, Ming peeled her bikini bottom – or bikini floss, more like – away and fell back on her bed. I saw an inviting strip of dark pubic hair, which had been trimmed back in a severe crop, so severe that although her pussy was framed by the dark hair, her pussy lips were clearly visible, peeping lushly down from the fronds. I knelt on the bed and lowered my mouth to her sex. It was strongly smelling and moister than the Mississippi. I tasted her sweetly salty labia lips, then licked her cunt. Then I felt her hand stroke my head. "Time for me to feel the strength of that motor, Mr Mechanic," she said, and I rose up her body and placed my cock head firmly in place. She smiled – I thrust. And we were together, my cock in a velvet-smooth cock, as smooth as Gina's, our mouths licking and lapping at each other. "Mr Mechanic?" I asked, as we started our sexual exploration. "Gina tells me you want to waste your time playing mechanic in NASCAR, or something equally noisy," she said. "What else has Gina told you?" I asked as I really started to up the tempo – she was such an exciting fuck! "That she fancies you like crazy, that you're a fantastic lover and that nothing will ever come of it because her mom and your dad would go apeshit if they ever found out," said Ming, her beautifully-built body thrusting back at me as we made love. "That's about right," I said grimly, feeling my desire to explode in her beginning to rise. "What – about being a fantastic lover?" grinned Ming, teasing me. "No, about our parents going apeshit," I said. Then I kissed her and told her of matters which were becoming more pressing. Like my urge to come. "This I've got to see," said Ming, wriggling away from beneath me and pushing me over onto my back. Her right hand grasped my stiffy and she began to pump me in an action that she'd obviously worked hours to perfect. "Beat my Julian's record, dear Brad," she said as she worked on me, her firm boobies pressing against my upper chest. "What's that?" I grunted, as her masturbatory technique dragged me nearer and nearer to the orgasmic explosion that I craved. "Level with his nipples," said Ming, and I smiled. I knew I could do better than that. "Watch this!" I said, modestly, as I felt the sperm making its way from my scrotum to my shaft and then, gloriously into my helmet and out. The spume of spunk sprayed up and splatted onto my neck in the most superb trajectory I'd ever attained. Ming laughed a delicious peal of laughter. "That was sensational, Brad," she said, when she'd calmed down. "I've never seen a load shoot that far. You really are quite a clever young man." And then she lay on her back and patted my steadily limpening cock. "That's not much use now, Mr Mechanic," she said, in an obvious statement of fact, "and little Ming wants her Big O. What's Braddy gonna do about it?" "Braddy" went to work with his mouth on her sweetly-smelling snatch, its lips lush and pink, its cunt oozing sex juice – its clit erect but pliable as I attacked it with my lips and tongue. Soon the 23-year-old student was shuddering to her climax, then soaring into orbit, then make a soft splash landing. I pulled out from her sex trench, and laid beside her. Ming grinned and kissed me on the mouth, our tongues intertwining in an open-mouthed smooch. "We'd better go back and join Gina," said Ming. "Oh and Brad – I don't think you need your thong any more, do you? 'Cos I certainly don't need my bikini." We both trooped back downstairs in the nude – well, Ming wore her high heels – to be greeted by my stepsister. "So Ming, how did the road test go?" she asked, grinning at us. "Very well, thank-you," said Ming, lowering herself back onto her recliner. "He's got a very nice motor and his gear shift is one of the most sensational I've ever allowed on my private test track. I envy you the opportunity to fuck his brains out." "Well," Gina laughed, "that wouldn't be very hard to do to a man whose ambition is to become a NASCAR mechanic, for chrissake." Then, changing the subject, she asked: "And how was your orgasm? Big and earth-moving?" Ming shook her head. "It was nice, but it was preceded by his ejaculation," she told her friend. "You mean the lady didn't come first?" asked Gina. "Brad, I'm ashamed of you." I lay on my tummy, feeling the warmth of the sun on my back. "It wasn't my fault, dear Ming here is so fuckin' sexy I couldn't hold back," I informed her. "And his shoot was spectacular, Gina," said Ming. "He actually hit himself in the neck – I've never seen anything like it." Gina laughed. "What say we keep him from coming for the rest of the day and then, this evening, when he comes we'll see if he can hit himself in the mouth?" I hate it when people discuss you in front of you, as if you weren't fuckin' there. "Hey," I cried, "I'm Brad. Remember me? I'm the guy you're going on about. Do I get any say in this?" Gina roared with laughter. "Bradley, you silly young man. The only say you get in this is when we ask you to say 'Please' before you make love to us. Now, I think it's my turn." And Gina rose to a sitting position, then stood and slipped out of her micro bikini bottom. She was everything I wanted in a woman. Superbly built, a shaved pussy, great little tits – hell no, they're 34s, make that great tits - and the face of a China doll. Gina walked around the recliners and stood at the head of mine, her pussy only inches from my face. Her slender labia lips were glistening with juice from her arousal. She brought her pussy even closer to my mouth and I felt my prick stiffening under me. Soon it would be back to its pre-Ming encounter firmness. Gina's voice was almost hissing as I heard her speak. "What do you say, Bradley?" I groaned and pushed myself up. But before my mouth fastened onto her awesomely aromatic pussy, I whispered: "Please!" To be continued... A Slut for a Sister Ch. 03 The rest of the day the two women occupied themselves by sitting on my face, a position which brought no fucking complaints from me, but they insisted that I keep my hands away from my cock. This was difficult – if I'm not fucking some gorgeous pussy, then I like to be stroking the salami, but Ming insisted. "I've never seen a man throw his spunk so it hits his throat, but if you're that good I want to see you go for your face," the lush-breasted, part-Chinese 23-year-old informed me, when I moaned about the sex being "all one-way traffic". "And anyway, now I know you prefer girls with a tinge of the Asian about them, you're going to be my slave," she told me, "which means you do as you're told, tiger." "Hey," I said, warning bells ringing, "I ain't one of those limp-wristed fuckers who lets women fuck with him, tie him up, whip his ass, none of that shit for Bradley, I can tell you, Miss Ming, don't care whether you are the sexiest-looking part-Asian I've ever laid eyes on." The art student grinned, and fuck she had a great grin! "Don't be so naive, Brad," she said. "Sex slaves aren't all limp-wristed, some of them are hunks. And the term 'sex slave' doesn't just refer to men who like to be dominated, you know." "No," I snapped, "I don't know. I know what a sex slave is." "Listen, Brad," Ming snapped back at me, as she lay naked on her poolside recliner, "I'm telling you what a sex slave is – it's a guy who fucks me when I want it, how I want it. A sex slave is a man who, when I click my fingers, when I arch my eyebrow, he's on his knees worshipping me. "He's a man who, when I say 'Fuck me', gets his cock into gear and fucks me. In short, he's a guy who when I say 'Jump' doesn't dare ask 'How high?" he just fucking gets on with his jumping. "Now if you don't like that, fine. Gina and me here will just withdraw all fuck rights if you don't like it, we'll go to Gina's bedroom and play 'strum the guitar' with each others pussies all day and leave you down here playing with your pud. Make up your mind!" Well, she had me, didn't she? I nodded and mumbled "OK, Ming, OK for cryin' out loud", but I knew I wanted her, and she knew I knew. And Gina, who was watching all this from her lounger, naked as a jaybird, too, knew it all as well. Fuck, if push came to shove, I'd even be seen driving a fuckin' foreign car if it meant I could play hide the sausage with 'em. "Great, I'm glad we've got that sorted," said Ming, "now get into the kitchen, fetch me a nice cold beer, and when you've done that you can go down on me and give me a really Big O, goddit?" I sure did. Although the thought of being regarded as merely a piece of meat with an eight-and-a-half cock attached didn't thrill me, I realised that I wasn't one to talk. Pieces of meat were often how I'd looked on women in the mags I bought. So I guess Ming and Gina had me by the short and curlies – although, since I shave down there, I haven't exactly got any short and curlies. Later in the afternoon, Ming decided it was time I went for what she termed a "PB". "What the fuck's a 'PB?'" I snarled, knowing that I was now merely a piece of putty – or prick – in their hands. "Oh Brad, you're such a typical American," said Ming, in an exasperated tone. "Take some time off from that silly rounders game and that crap where they all get padded up like gorillas. PB stands for personal best, as many athletes will tell you." I grunted: "Never fuckin' heard of it." Ming grinned: "Well you're an athlete, aren't you Brad? A sexual fucking athlete, maybe, but an athlete?" "Yeah, sure thing," I said, starting to stroke my hard-on, "whatever." "OK, then go for a PB, Mr Hunk," she taunted me. My hand really got work now, and I didn't need much encouragement because standing in front of my position on the sun lounger were two of the most glorious looking women I'd ever seen, bare-butt naked save for their high heels, their breasts glistening with sun screen, their shaved pussies with their lovely sex lips peeping at me. Oh fuck, then I came. The spunk shot past the level of my tits, but it wasn't as good as when I'd hit myself in the throat. "Oh dear," said Ming, in a sort of disappointed voice, "you're not getting any better, Bradley. In fact the shots aren't even reaching your throat now. As teacher would say 'Can do better'. OK, Brad, have a swim and a rest and we'll try again later – and this time Gina and I will have to give you some more positive encouragement. I must see that jism splat onto your face while I'm here, and I won't take no for an answer." I did several laps – in fact I did about 50, because I was feeling the need to keep fit. I desperately wanted to fuck Ming again and swimming strenuous laps took my mind off the fact that she was, instead of fucking my brains out, trying to turn me into a wank machine. Not that I've anything against that, of course. After dinner, and well into the evening, Ming decided it was time for "another go at the hand job record" and the lovely naked duo took me upstairs to my bedroom. "Perhaps you'll feel more comfortable up here, stud," said Ming, as she made me lie on the bed. Then she and Gina took some baby oil and took turns to smear it across their ass cheeks and in between their bum cracks. "I promised you some more positive encouragement," said the 23-year-old, "so keep your hands off that massive machine and let me get you aroused, stud." And she climbed up on the bed, presented her ass to my face and lower her gleaming buttocks until my mouth was firmly pressed between the globes, my tongue pressed against the tight, dark brown, almost black, anus. "Work on me, Brad, work on me," I heard her pant from above me, and I pressed my nose hard against her chutney chute and let my tongue flick into her cunt, wet and invitingly lip-parted. As I made my foray into her vagina, Ming bent over and her mouth opened over my stiff helmet and she took me in. It was fuckin' glorious! She pumped me for almost a minute, and then climbed off my face, although I tried to raise my head and keep contact with her stunning ass. "Time for a change of scenery, stud," she laughed, pushing me on the shoulders and making me lie back on the pillows. My stepsister then took over, also adopting the face-towards-the-cock facesitting position. Her lovely puckered anus was soon pressed firmly onto my nose while my tongue massaged her dripping cunt, occasionally drifting further to her clit. As she allowed me visitation rights to her aromatic ass and pussy, Gina swallowed about the top four inches of my old fella into her throat and pumped on me. Then, sensing possibly that I was reaching a point of no return, she pulled away, writhed and wriggled sexily on my face for a few more moments before stepping off the bed. Ming held out her hand and took Gina to the foot of my bed, then looked at me and warned: "Hands off that prick, pud-puller, and just watch!" Despite my desire to achieve relief, I did as I was told – a situation with Ming which was now second-nature to me. Then the two part-Asian minxes began to perform. First Ming ran her hands all over my stepsister's shapely little bum, before laying her fingers along Gina's sex trench. As she did this, Gina parted her feet so I got a clear view of what the taller girl was doing. What she was doing was giving Gina a fantastic finger fuck – her middle finger was embedded deep in the younger girl's cunt, while her forefinger flicked against Gina's clitoris. After a while, Gina started to moan as she gyrated on Ming's hand, but then the 23-year-old removed her finger and placed it against Gina's mouth. She licked and sucked avidly on the sex-juice-smeared digit. Next it was my stepsister's turn to play with the taller, dark-haired beauty. First she sucked on the 23-year-old's incredibly firm 36-inch tits, bringing the nipples up like organ stops. Then, she ran her hand into Ming's minge and began to perform her finger fuck. As she did, Ming looked down at me and grinned. "Get the hand working, Brad, let's see you really go for it this time!" My hand flashed to my rock-hard erection and was soon pumping up and down. As I did this, Gina moved her hand from Ming's dripping sex and stepped beside the bed, put a finger to her mouth, sniffed it, then placed her sex-smeared fingers onto my shaft, stroking me with expert jabs. I lay back and enjoyed it, then started to feel the explosion building in my balls. At last I was able to control my lust any longer and a spurt of semen soared off across my belly and chest to land with a small "Plop" sound on my chin. Ming clapped her hands together and shouted "Bravo, encore, encore!" Still Gina worked on my manhood, but my further ejaculations were nowhere near as strong, although they were fucking marvellous. Ming moved to the opposite side of the bed, lowered her face to my cock, planted a soft kiss on its helmet, then ran her fingers into the globs of semen I had deposited on myself. She brought her dripping fingers to my chin and mixed the stuff on her fingers with the glob of cum on my chin. "Well done, Brad," she smiled down at me. "That means you can fuck me now – take a nice long shower, and I'll be in to wake you up tomorrow morning. Night, night!" And with that the pair left, arm in arm. I soaked myself under a steaming hot shower for about 10 minutes, then went to bed and tried to sleep, an action not made easy by the sounds of lovemaking coming from Gina's next door bedroom. The following morning I woke with – surprise, surprise – a raging hard-on. But I deliberately kept my hand away, remembering Ming's promise from the night before. A glance at my cheap old Timex Ironman watch – cheap but American, none of your Swiss shit for me - showed it was 6.35am and then I saw the handle of my door turning slowly. Ming stepped into the room and shut the door behind her as quietly as possible. She stepped over to the bed and put her finger to her lips in a warning. "Shhhh," she whispered, as she clambered nude onto my naked body, "Gina's still fast asleep. This will have to be a quiet fuck, OK?" Any kind of fuck would be fine with me as long as I could get my cock in Ming's stunning little cunt, I thought, so I nodded eagerly, and shifted to allow the 23-year-old babe to lie beneath me. I was on her body in a hungry flash, my hands roaming over her lovely shoulders, her staggeringly suckable breasts, down to her tautly-toned buttocks. As my hands caressed her great figure, my cock was pressing between her thighs, seeking her growler's Holy Grail. Ming parted her thighs obligingly and my cock head pressed against her cunt lips, which were slippery with juice. Soon I was gliding up her satiny-smooth cunt, my cock feeling alive as never before. "Fuck that's a great cock, it's so thick!" Ming enthused, as I pressed my lips to her mouth, her sensationally pretty China doll face glowing with anticipation. I pumped eagerly into her cunt, wanting to make up for the deprivations she had foisted on me while I had to wank for her pleasure. And then I began to feel that old, familiar surge. I had only been thrusting away on her firm young figure for about a minute when I groaned. I knew I couldn't last any longer, my desire, my lust for her was taking over. My brain refused to send the correct signals to my cock, which was dribbling pre-cum and soon pumping its spunk deep into her. "Fuck!" I snapped, fully aware that she realised I'd come so quickly. "I'm sorry about that, Ming, but it was all the pent-up frustration, all the masturbation games you've inflicted on me. I'm afraid the old fella couldn't control himself." And as I rolled off her unsatisfied body, Ming gave me a slow kiss on the mouth. I thought she would forgive me, but it was a vain hope. "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, stud," she said, in a sort of semi-tired, semi-pissed tone. "That wasn't too good, I'm afraid, Brad. I think I'm going to have to go back to getting my kicks with you from facesitting," she added. "Please, Ming," I pleaded, "I'll do better next time, I promise." "Promises, promises," she mocked me. "Sorry Brad, but I guess what your stepsister says is right. So we'll have to go back to facesitting for our kicks – Gina's and mine, I mean." "What does Gina say?" I asked. "What's she been saying about me?" Ming grinned, took my now limp cock in her hand and gave it a rueful flick. "Well, she says that while your cock is rather pretty, you've got absolutely no control over it whatsoever. "She also says that despite your big prick, you were made to give girls orgasms via cunnilingus." "She said that?" I asked, part of me pissed off, part of me feeling smug. "Yep, Brad," said Ming. "Like your stepsister says – you're all mouth!"