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Hardest Choice Ch. 01

By: pixie_baby



The Johnson's weren't quite your typical American family, but there was nothing really out of the ordinary about them. Amy, the mother, had one twenty-seven year old daughter from her first marriage to a European man whose genes had dominated Laële, and he had given her an old Celtic or Gaelic name. From her second marriage, she had twins first, Tasha and Tara. Your average twenty year olds, there wasn't anything different about them setting them aside from any group of twenty year old girls other except that they were identical and did everything together. Then there was nineteen year old Brad, Amy's only son, her favorite if she ever admitted having one. Finally the baby, eighteen year old Stella, a real wild child.

Brad was a lone boy in a full household of women, because all but Laële still lived at home. It's all he was used to, since his father had died when he was four. His mom did very well but had never married a third time. Meanwhile, Brad was alright living with four women, visited by a fifth frequently. It made him more understanding of the female sex, and therefore more attractive to girls at school. Although he'd had a few chances, he was a virgin. The girls who'd offered it to him were sluts, and while he wasn't asking for a chaste supermodel to lose it to, he at least wanted someone who hadn't been with the entire football and basketball teams.

He himself was a swimmer. He had a pretty big dick, even flaccid, which garnered him some stares from the high school girls' team. He was getting his stuff together for an off season summer vacation practice when Laële showed up. 

His decade older half sister looked great. She could've been used in movies as a Celtic princess, with long thick red hair and snappy sparkling green eyes. She had full, dark lips and the palest skin of the family. It wasn't a bad pale, very ivory looking, a porcelain complexion. She had a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheek, and delicate, fine features, with gorgeous cheekbones. In a low cut tank top and short shorts, she could stop traffic. She was tall and slender, with long legs and a tiny waist, and smallish breasts, a 32B.

Brad couldn't help but gape a little on his way out the door.

"Hi, Brad," Laële said in her low, quiet voice which she never raised, even in anger or grief. "Where are you off to?"

"Swim practice. I'm walking, and I don't want to be late, so I've gotta leave now," he replied, beginning to leave in just a pair of sport shorts, boxers, and his bag slung over his shoulder.

"I'll take you," she offered. He accepted gratefully. Her car had a nice air conditioner and it was blistering outside. She ran inside gracefully, long legs beautiful in use, to say hello and tell their mom what was happening.

He was already in the car, starting up the a.c., when she got back. 

"Where to?" she asked.

"The high school." They drove in silence with only the radio making noise. As he got out and thanked her, she asked what time practice would be over, if he wanted a ride home. He told her and she drove off.

At practice all the guys were asking about his gorgeous chick, but all he had to say was "She's my sister," and they stopped asking about Brad and started asking for a phone number. He laughed at them but privately agreed. That was a fine woman. He felt a little uncomfortable thinking such thoughts, but it wasn't like anything would happen. They were just thoughts, not anything really bad. So he thought about her all during practice. His mind's eye traveled up and down her body, and he wondered what she looked like naked.

Practice ended and he quickly deck changed back into his boxers and sport shorts. He ran out to her car and hopped in. God, her body was so much better in person than any good imagination. He tried to think of other things, but it was too late. He was hard and the sport shorts did nothing to hide it. But she was apparently focusing on the road. At least, he didn't think she noticed.

"Hey, Brad?" Laële said in her low quiet voice; he had never before realized how sexy and smoky it sounded, like a good jazz chanteuse. He was lost for a second, imagining moans of ecstasy emerging from those luscious lips. Then he snapped back to reality.

"Yeah?"

"You won't mind if I have a stop I need to make, will you?"

"Of course not," he replied.

"Thanks," she said, and began driving in a direction that puzzled him. She pulled into a remote, deserted part of the huge local park. Quizzically, he asked her what she needed to stop for here. For an answer, she turned the car off, unbuckled her seat belt, and turned to face him.

"Look at me, Brad," she said, her voice still quiet yet now also commanding. He couldn't help but do what she told him, although he wasn't sure at all what she was doing. With her brilliant sparkling eyes still locked onto his, her hands came up, and she slowly pulled her skimpy revealing tank top off, and he broke the eye contact to glance down quickly. Oh shit! She had nice firm boobs, held in by a strapless black bra. They were a little small, but pert and young looking. His gaze moved to her stomach, and oh, she was hot. He'd always known she was very slim and tall, enough so for modeling if she'd wanted to, but she was also incredibly toned.

He sucked in a sharp breath. My God, she was hot, but she was his half sister. He'd felt uncomfortable just thinking about her, how could he really do anything? Feeling a bit of a pervert, he averted his eyes and stared at the trees outside the passenger window. He sat in the silence, zoning out with thoughts racing through his mind for only a few seconds. Then she took his hand, and he flinched, but she didn't let go. He frantically wondered what she was doing until his hand touched her skin. She put his hand flat on her tummy, then moved it up. She slid his hand under the band of her bra and placed it full on her breast. When his hand felt her hard nipple, he quickly jerked his head to look at her, in surprise. She looked at him steadily as she reached behind herself to unclasp the bra. It fell away, and again he gave a small gasp.

She sat beside him, facing him, wearing only short shorts and one of his hands over one of her breasts. She had a cute smattering of freckles which only served to turn him on further. He was at full erection, seven inches, throbbing. In shock, he couldn't move his hand, wasn't quite sure what she wanted or what he should do.

Laële pressed his hand firmly to her naked breast, and since he would not move, she began rubbing up and down, her tit against his hand. Then she pulled his other hand to her other nipple. She rubbed up against them both, then made his hands squeeze her tight, and then she forced his unresponsive fingers to pinch her nipples gently. He sat there in his tented sport shorts, staring.

She let his hands fall, then unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. She wriggled out of them, pulling her black panties with them. Now he was really staring. She clambered over to his side of the car and sat in his lap facing him. His eyes now knew not what to take in. His gaze flickered from her eyes, to her breasts that he'd just felt, to her neatly trimmed cunt. Oh, the soft short hairs there were covering up such a prize.

The sight of her totally naked snapped him out of his shock, and it made him lose all his reservations. So what if she was his half sister? They wanted each other, right now.

He pulled her in for a kiss, and their tongues entwined as her boobs pressed into his chest, her nipples so hard against him. As she gently squirmed in his lap, various parts of her crotch rubbed against his dick. The kiss ended, but she kept wriggling in his lap as he went back to her breasts. He saw the little wet spots her cunt left on his shorts and decided to excite her more. He put his mouth around her boob, and she let out a low, long moan. He began making out with her nipple. He tried various things, but he noticed when he flicked with his tongue, she jumped.

He pulled his dick out of his shorts, finally releasing his massive hard on. Laële continued her squirming, lubricating his dick with her arousal. Her slit rubbed against his big thick cock in a maddening way; he felt he was going insane with lust. He flicked again with his tongue. She jumped, stroking his erection with her cunt. That was it; he could take no more teasing.

Brad took Laële by the ass and placed her atop his dick. He thrust upwards slowly, entering her gently. But she was no virgin, needed no gentleness, and sat down upon his dick. He was totally enveloped in the hottest, softest, wettest, tightest feeling he could ever have imagined. They both moaned. Laële sat for a second, letting him totally take in the feeling. When he seemed to be used to it, she ground into him, moving in little circles with her hips. He gripped her sexy sides, holding on for dear life as her grinding cunt pleasured him.

Then she began really fucking him. He moaned "Yes! Yessss," as she bounced atop him. Her perky little breasts jiggled a bit in front of him. She got a little bit faster, harder, with each bounce.

She was breathing hard, moaning in that low quiet husky voice. Then, going incredibly fast and hard, feeling his cock throb inside her she knew he'd cum soon. So she let go. With a very un-Laële-like scream, her body convulsed in his lap. For the first time, he witnessed a female orgasm from the inside. Oh fuck! It felt like she was squeezing him rhythmically with her cunt. At first, she gripped him, tight and firm, for about eight seconds. Then she released and immediately held him again, for a bit shorter time. After about the third time she did this, he let out an unexpected grunt and thrust his hips hard, then shot a hot load into her. They calmed down, Brad still inside Laële. After a few minutes, she pulled up off of him, put on her clothes, a little trickle of his cum escaping her hole, and she drove him home.

They sat in silence, again, Laële looking just as she had when she picked him up, calm but not unfriendly. Brad knew he must look a little shaken. He'd just fucked his gorgeous half sister. He tried to decide whether it was right or wrong but everything led back to what he'd experienced. Her breasts, her waist, her stomach, her cunt, her legs . . . he felt himself begin to harden again, being a horny teenage boy, and tried to force himself to think of her as only his half sister.

She pulled up in front of his house, said only, "Tell your mom I can't come in, I have stuff to do. Bye." He nodded and said, "Thanks."

When he walked in, his mom raised her eyebrow.

"Little late, aren't you?"

"Uh . . . oh, right. Laële had to make a stop on the way home. Oh, and she said sorry she couldn't stay to visit but had more stuff to do." Brad wondered what his mom suspected, if anything.

"Oh, ok," she said.

********

That night Brad dreamed of pale freckled breasts, of long tossing red hair, of stunning green eyes, of long bare legs, of a tight not soft wet clenching cunt, of husky moans of ecstasy. The next morning, a Saturday, he woke up with a huge erection. He masturbated to thoughts of Laële, came, washed his hands, and went to breakfast, wearing just a pair of black boxers.

The house was quiet. His baby sister . . . but no, she wasn't a baby anymore. She was eighteen, Stella was now. She sat at the table eating cereal and flipping through a glossy rock magazine, the indie type.

"Good morning, Brad!" Stella was a bit wild; ok, she was quite a bit wild, but she didn't have an attitude like a lot of the wild kids at school. She liked black, but didn't dress in the baggy style Goths did. Today she was wearing a black crop top, showing a purple dangle in her belly button, and tight black Dickies. Her blonde hair, with its purple streaks, was in a pixie cut, framing her face in a way that made her look fresh and young yet mature at the same time.

Brad couldn't help but compare her to Laële. Stella was shorter and not quite as slender, with bigger breasts. They appeared to be around 34C, nice for a girl her age. But he shouldn't have been thinking about his own sister like that. He forced his thoughts to breakfast.

"What, no 'good morning' back?" Stella pouted teasingly.

"Oh . . . sorry. I must not have heard you. Morning, Stella," replied Brad, trying to cover up his faux pas.

"That's better!" She continued eating, flipping through her magazine, and chatting to him. He tried to pay attention, but the crop top was alluring. His gaze flickered to her chest and her belly dangler a few times. Still talking, she took her bowl and spoon to the dishwasher and bent over to load it. Brad was surprised that he'd never noticed it before: his little sister had a magnificent ass. The two cheeks were generous but not unattractively fat. They looked firm but nice to feel. Also, there was no panty line, and these pants were extremely tight. Brad deduced that Stella was wearing either a thong or no underwear at all. Both possibilities were really sexy. But shit! She was his full sister, and no way could she be interested. He made himself look away.

She sat back at the table, leafing through her magazine again, drinking a glass of orange juice. When she glanced up at him, noticed he was staring at her, made eye contact, and smiled warmly, Brad realized something else: Stella had incredible eyes. They were a gorgeous gray, sometimes green-gray like fine marble, sometimes blue-gray like a stormy sea, sometimes a soft gray like velvet.

As Brad stared, Stella reached the end of her magazine. She finished off the orange juice and stuck the glass in the dishwasher. He mentally fondled her displayed ass when she bent over, and began to feel the beginning of a hard on. Good thing he was at a table, safely hidden from her beautiful eyes.

Stella looked straight at him and said, "Big brother, we haven't been spending much time together lately. What do you say we go into my room and have a good talk?" He hesitated, not wanting to pay any more attention to his baby sister. "Come on," she pleaded, "like we did when we were little and the twins left us out of everything."

"Uh . . . I'll just go pull some jeans on," he said, then waited a second, hoping she'd leave first so he wouldn't have to show himself.

"No need! We'll huddle together under the sheet like we used to," she said, and took him by the hand. "Now come on."

"She led him to her room, which he hadn't been into in a while. Her name meant "star" and, appropriately, her bedroom was decorated so. Constellations were scattered on an inky black and swirled purple background. Some quiet but intense instrumental rock music was playing. Books on astrology filled the shelves, and several black lights completed the mystic mood in Stella's private lair. 

She jumped into her black satin sheets and patted the spot next to her invitingly. With barely a beat of hesitation, he hopped in her bed. She giggled like a schoolgirl and snuggled in. He looked around her room, seeing things he hadn't seen before. There were pictures taped to her mirror, pictures of Stella with some girlfriends from school, whom Brad knew, and also pictures of Stella with boys, whom Brad also knew, although she didn't have and had never had a steady boyfriend. Seeing her with other boys raised a protective feeling from Brad, and, surprisingly to him, a strong wave of jealous. Oh, he wanted her, and here she was, not a foot away, and in a bed, too!

Then his eye caught something else. Holy shit! It was a dildo! He stared in shock. Soon his shock became a pleasant surprise. An image of his baby sister using a dildo on herself popped into his mind. Just as he began really getting into the fantasy, though, Stella's eyes followed his gaze, and she laughed.

"Oh, that? Well, I haven't met the right guy to lose it to, so in the meantime, that's my Mr. Right," she said with a wry smile. "I don't think it's quite as big as a real man, though." Brad knew for sure that at the present time, he was bigger than the blue thing that had been inside his little sister.

"Oh . . ." he stammered. "Well, uh . . . I'm glad you haven't thrown away your virginity, like some girls at school."

"Yeah," she agreed. "But people never talk about boys 'throwing away their virginity.' How sexist. Big brother, can I ask you, you don't have to answer: are you a virgin?"

Brad looked at her and decided to tell her the truth – just not all of it.

"No," he answered, straightforwardly. "I have had sex with one girl, one time."

"Ooooh, tell me! Was she a virgin, who was she? Did you use protection?"

All of a sudden Brad remembered that they hadn't been protected. If he impregnated his own half sister . . . 

"Don't worry," Stella said cheerfully, noticing his stricken look. "If she didn't make you wear a condom, she's definitely on the Pill."

He relaxed, and Stella began teasing him, trying to persuade him to tell her who his lover had been. Of course he would not, and they started play wrestling like they'd done when they were little. Somehow, Brad had no clue how, Stella ended up on top of him, pressed against him. He looked into her big gray eyes and knew she had to feel his erection.

"Big brother, what's it like?"

"What's what like?"

"Sex."

"I don't know about girls, but for me . . . it's great. Amazing."

"But physically? What does it feel like?"

"Stella, I really have no idea how it feels for girls."

"I know!" She rolled off him and grabbed her dildo. Brad's dick throbbed. "You show me how it's done, only using this."

Wishing with all his might that he could show her what it was like firsthand, he agreed. She clambered onto the bed, awaiting her lesson.

"Well, when we did it, I was sitting down, and she was in my lap, facing me." Stella nodded, and then acted as if she was in the same position, dildo in front of her crotch like some guy's hard on.

"Right. Then she took off her clothes . . ." Here Brad paused, hoping for her to take the hint. She got up, threw off her crop top, and oh, she had sexy breasts, just the right size. She shimmied out of her tight pants, and indeed, she was wearing a thong. Oh! His hips gave a tiny involuntary twitch. But . . . 

"What's that?" he asked, pointing. She came closer. It was a little tattoo, a cute star in purple with a black outline, located just above her ultra low rise panty band, near her left hip bone. While he was examining her tattoo, complimenting it, she pulled off her thong. Brad let out all his breath at once.

She stood before him, bare, beautiful. He looked her over slowly, top to bottom. His gaze traveled from her unique eyes, to her ample breasts, to her sexy belly dangler, to her smooth, totally professionally waxed cunt.

"Turn around," he breathed. She did so, and her ass was perfect. The cheeks were creamy, smooth, and tanned. Her butt was in shape, but not overly muscular, with enough junk in the trunk to make him long to touch it. After a few long moments of staring, he cleared his throat.

"Uh . . . perfect. That's just how she was." Stella went back to sitting against her dildo. "Then she, uh . . . she sat on me. You know?"

"Like this?" She raised her body up, weight on her knees, positioned her gorgeous cunt above the dildo, and slowly lowered herself onto it.

"Exactly." She grinned at his approval. "Then she bounced up and down on me, but since you're a virgin, you might not want to do that too strenuously." She nodded.

"Actually, big brother, I prefer this position." And she lay down, spread her legs in front of him with the dildo still inserted, and slowly began to fuck herself with her dildo in front of his face. He couldn't help it; he moaned.

"See," said Stella, "the reason why I like this is because I can use my other hand to play with my clitty." She did just that, spreading the lips without a trace of hair, pulling up the little hood of skin, exposing her most sensitive spot. As soon as she touched herself, she let out a loud squeal.


Hardest Choice Ch. 01



"Oh! It feels so good," she moaned, her stimulating finger moving in small circles at a medium speed while her other hand pulled the dildo in and out. Brad was frozen, totally consumed by the sight. The speed of the small circles increased, and Stella continued moaning, squealing, yelping, and whimpering loudly. Her hips began to buck, and the small circles turned into fast hard flicks. Having seen a girl orgasm, Brad recognized that his little sister was very close.

"Stella, stop." She did so, with an unsatisfied groan.

"This better be good," she said, glaring at him.

"Oh, it is. Little sister, how would you like to find out what sex is really like?" Her eyes went wide.

"Oh, really? Brad, would you?" she asked eagerly.

"Sure," he said. "Come here." And he pulled her into his arms, feeling her breasts pressed against his chest, kissing her hard. She returned the fast, intense kiss, rubbing her body up and down his slightly. He groaned into her mouth when her crotch found his dick, and wriggled up against it. 

She broke the kiss, just to pull off his boxers quickly. Then, with a young girl's natural curiosity, she put her hand around his hard on and squeezed gently. Her other hand made its way to his balls, which she caressed.

He didn't want her to jerk him off, he wanted to fuck her. So he grabbed her, laid her down on the bed, on top of the satin sheets. He gazed at her slit. It was so smooth, and he could see juices from her arousal and her masturbation that he'd interrupted. He ran a finger over her lips, reveling in the feeling of a hairless cunt. Exploring, he slipped the finger inside. Stella automatically tensed, gripping his finger. He couldn't take anymore and neither could she.

"Brad, fuck me," she pleaded, and he needed no further persuasion. He pulled his finger out, giving a little wriggle on the way, which made her gasp. He straddled her body, a knee on each side of her. Slowly and gently, he guided his head inside her. She moaned and closed her eyes. He kept going, slowly, gently, and it was a torment to him. He wanted to ram her, to fuck her so hard her head hit the headboard. But he needed to go easy on her, so he did. He continued pushing as lightly as he could, and soon he was up against her hymen. She whimpered a little, anticipating pain. With one smooth easy push, he popped her cherry. She cried out, grabbed him, and he stopped. For a second, she had to get used to it, then she said, again, "Fuck me."

A little more firmly than before, Brad pushed the rest of himself in. She was the tightest thing he'd ever felt, so hot and wet, and she kept clenching up on him. He pushed until he could go no further, then stopped, his head against the wall inside her.


"Again," she moaned. So he pulled out, leaving only his head inside her, then eased back in. She yelped and her hips bucked when his cock bottomed out again. Slowly, he increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts. As he stroked harder and faster, Stella went wild. She brought her cut up to meet each thrust and yelled every time he got all the way in. This excited Brad even more, so he fucked her faster and harder, until he was slamming into her, balls slapping against her, her bed practically rocking off the floor.

He was so close, but determined that she would cum first. So he kept on stroking, holding back, grunting the whole time in the effort of it. He felt her body tremor, and he knew it was the beginning of her orgasm, so he let himself go. With one last might thrust, a load of hot cum shot into Stella, who screamed and came, her hips bucking madly into Brad as she shook and clenched. They came with each other for a few seconds, him spurting, her convulsing. Her tight grasping cunt milked his dick for all it had.

Brad pulled out of her, his wilting cock covered in a mixture of their fluids. They fell asleep together, spooning, his chest to her back and her ass pressed into his crotch.

They awoke a few hours later, still alone in the house. 

"Mmmm," Stella murmured lustily, "that was a good way to start my day." She gave a little wriggle with her ass. Brad mumbled an agreement and pressed his groin further into her ass. She kept wriggling, squirming, and rubbing, until she felt him stiffen and enlarge between her butt cheeks.

"Big brother, you want some more already?" she teased him.

"Fuck yes," he growled. He got off the bed and then asked, "Baby sister, what do you think of anal?" For an answer, she took her index finger, slowly slid it up her ass, and ground her ass on it, moaning.

"Alright," he said, then ordered her, "get on your elbows and knees, hold onto the headboard, and close your eyes." She did so, sticking her ass out at him. He did as she had done, taking one finger and pushing it in her. Her ass was even tighter than her cunt. He slid another finger in, and she squirmed and moaned. He wriggled the two fingers, spread them in different directions, and flicked them around. He forced a third in and continued. Her moans got louder, more desperate.

He pulled out his fingers. He spied a bottle of lotion and slathered some on his thick long hard rod. He also took a dollop and placed it on her hole, making her shiver in delight and anticipation.

Brad placed his hands on her hips, to hold her still. Then he pushed his way in. Stella squealed when his head forced itself inside, and the rest of his dick slipped in. He paused for a second, feeling the incredibly tight walls around him, and the even tighter ring around his base. He could've stayed right there, perfectly still, basking in the bliss that was her ass, for a wile, but Stella got impatient. He held still, enjoying her, then she suddenly ground into him, shoving her ass back and gyrating it against him. He gasped at the feeling of the tightness around him that shook, and clenched, and rubbed, and pressed.

He took the hint and began to fuck her ass. He pulled out, and she was so tight that it almost felt as if she were trying to hold onto him. The friction of his thickness pulling out of such a narrow tunnel rubbed on his hard on in a way that drove him crazy. He pushed himself back in, and now most of the lubrication was gone, so he could feel the tight hotness on him even better. Her squeals of delight and little squirms fueled his lust, and it overcame him. He had to fuck her ass hard. So without warning he rammed her ass, his cock taken in as far as possible, pushing her entire body forward, making her scream out in pleasure. He pulled out fast and hard, the friction almost causing him to cum right then, but he controlled himself. He continued ramming her ass as hard as he could, and she screamed every stroke. His thrusts pushed her body forward but his hands held her as still as he could. His balls slapped against her butt and she pushed her ass out even further for him. He kept going, until her scream went wild and high pitched, and her ass suddenly clenched him, and she bucked back into him, her hips thrusting backwards wildly. He let out a deep grunt and pulled her body into his, hard, then collapsed on top of her, cumming hard and hot. He filled her ass and laid there for a few minutes. He pulled out and watched his cum start to dribble out of her when she rolled over to face him.

She pulled him down on top of her again and kissed him slowly, leisurely. They stayed there for about an hour, kissing and dozing, admiring each other. Then they heard a car pull in the driveway, and Brad grabbed his boxers and bolted into his room. 



Hardest Choice Ch. 02



He spent the rest of the day in his room. A mixture of feelings was brewing inside him: lust, shame, disbelief, pleasure. Finally, late at night, he fell into a sweaty fitful sleep. 

The next morning, he waited until everyone was gone. The twins were off shopping, Stella . . . oh, Stella . . . was job hunting. 'I got a job she can do anytime,' thought Brad. What about his mom? Ugh, she was still home. Nothing against his mom, they were about as close as a normal seventeen year old boy and his mother could be, but sometimes he just wanted to be alone, and after fucking two of his sisters was one of those times.

He realized he was a little hungry. After contemplating whether he should try to wait for her to leave or just grab some food, Brad sneaked into the kitchen, hoping to grab an apple or something without his mom seeing him. Right as he was getting out of the kitchen, thinking he'd made it, he heard her voice.

"Hello, kiddo. What are you sneaking around in your own house for?" Brad turned around to answer, and stopped dead in his tracks. Holy shit. 

For the first time in his life, he thought of his mom sexually. His friends had always thought his mom was hot, but Brad had always thought that was disgusting. This weekend had changed his perceptions though. She was fairly good looking. Although she was getting close to fifty, she took such good care of herself that most men would find themselves at least mildly attracted to her. She had strawberry blonde hair, always done perfectly with not a single strand out of place, very professional. She had blue eyes, and knew the makeup that suited her best. And she had a nice body, too. It wasn't the effortlessly hot figure of a young woman, but a body disciplined and trimmed and willed into smoking sexiness.

Damn. His mother had really fucking huge tits. He was sure they were natural too – the only natural 38DDs he'd ever seen or heard of. She was wearing a tiny white cami, and they were practically spilling out. The cami was so thin, her nipples weren't even hard and he could see them perfectly well. He imagined ripping off the cami and savagely using his tongue on her nipples.

He was hard, wearing gray boxers now, and his mom could tell if she looked, but he'd stopped caring. All he wanted was her boobs.

"Brad?"

"Oh . . . uh . . . breasts, I mean, breakfast."

"Of course. You're not just having an apple, are you?"

"Uh . . . yeah, this is good."

"You sure?"

"Uh huh."

"Well, at least get a drink."

An idea popped into Brad's dirty mind. "Sure, Mom." He took a big cup, filled it to the top with icy cold water, and began to walk to his room. But when he neared his mother, he tripped himself and threw the cup, directing it at her. His aim was true, to his joy, and he let himself fall, doing it so he wouldn't hurt himself.

"Honey, are you ok?" She knelt on the floor, concerned.

"Just fine. I'm really sorry, Mom," he said, staring at her chest.

The cami was now almost invisible. He watched her nipples harden and her huge boobs jiggle as she got back up.

"Well, I'm glad you're ok," she said. He was still on the ground – the view was great. He was directly underneath her breasts, the nipples jutting out.

He got up and grabbed a napkin. "Here, let me help you with that," he said, and began to pat away vigorously at her shirt. At first, he stayed away from her chest, then edged closer, using her reaction to judge how close he could get. But all she did was thank him and press in a little closer. He patted her on the breast and her expression didn't change at all. He dropped the napkin and just fondled her eagerly. Oh fuck, her boobs were so big and nice.

A boy could take no more! He pinned his mother against the fridge and pulled her shirt off. She didn't fight at all. He tried to take as much of her tit in his mouth as he could. He rolled his tongue over her nipple, and then he sucked hard. She cried out, her blue eyes wide in surprised pleasure. His mouth was so full of breast, soft and smooth. His tongue flicked at the nipple, and his mom moaned. Then, he couldn't help it, he just had to, he bit her nipple gently. She squealed high and wild.

He released her breast from his mouth. They stood for a second, wondering what was next. Then, all of a sudden, his mom pulled down his boxers releasing his hard dick. She dropped to her knees.

'Oh my fucking God! I'm going to get a blow job from my mom!' Brad thought. Then all thoughts flew out of his head, and all he could think of was the joining of her mouth and his hard on.

She put her mouth around him, and he groaned. It wasn't tight, but it was hot and extremely wet, and oh, damn, her tongue! She licked and flicked at his head, holding his dick in her hand while her mouth concentrated on his head. She sucked on it, hard, then released it, and flicked at it again. She tongued the hole at the end of his cock.

Then, without warning, she took him all the way in her mouth. She forced him in, down her throat. She gagged a little, sending ripples of convulsing muscle around his head. She kept him there, playing with the underside of his dick with her tongue. She sucked gently, then pulled her head from off of his cock.

"No!" he grunted, and pushed her head back onto him. She sucked as hard as she could. Then she pulled his hands from the back of her head, so that she could pull off again. She began bobbing up and down on his hard on, her mouth moving around him. He couldn't take it, needed her to go faster, so he held her head still, then fucked her mouth. His crotch slammed into her face so hard he was practically shoving his balls in too.

"I'm gonna cum!" he groaned. She wrenched her head away. "No!" grunted Brad, ready to force his cock into her mouth. She lay on the floor and squeezed her boobs together.

"Fuck my tits, Brad," she told him. Lustily, willing to do anything to climax, he straddled her stomach. Then he pressed his head into the bottom of the tunnel formed by her breasts. He thrust his dick up her tit valley, then pulled back down.

Wildly, he began fucking her breasts, his cock rubbing against the big beautiful lumps of flesh pressing in on him. The sight of his hard on in between her boobs excited him almost as much as the feeling. Because she'd almost gotten him to cum from the oral, it wasn't long before he grunted, thrust once more hard, and shot his load.

He coated her breasts with his cum. Jerking and convulsing, the last droplets fell onto her. His mom took a finger, wiped some off her chest, and licked the finger clean.

Brad was still hard and unsatisfied. He lay down, and told his mother, "Ride me." She stripped and revealed a waxed cunt. His dick stood straight and tall and she impaled herself upon it. Leaning on her hands and knees, she began fucking him from on top. Her cunt, while not quite as tight as the others', was still hot and wet. His eyes were fixated no the big swaying globes above him. She picked up speed, and her breasts moved more wildly. They bounced and jerked. He reached up and squeezed them. He noticed that every time he pinched one of his mom's nipples, her cunt clenched around his dick, and when he pinched them both, she tensed even more. So he gripped her large nipples and pinched them rhythmically, so that she gripped him every time he was fully in her.

After a while of this fucking, his mother humping him and clenching as he played with her nipples, Brad felt himself getting close. He pinched her fast, and soon she was going as fast as possible. The wet friction of a cunt stroking his dick like a jackhammer atop him made him moan. She was squealing, letting out a high yelp every time his cock head slammed into her wall.

Suddenly, he gripped her nipples both really hard, squeezing and not letting up. His mother screamed, threw her head back, her spine arched, and she collapsed atop him, shaking on him, her convulsing pelvis grinding and vibrating o his cock. It sent him over the edge, and with a thrust that pushed both their hips off the floor, he came into his mom. With each cum ejaculating throb of his dick, he thrust again. Finally, he could cum no more. He rolled over so that he was on top, his mom underneath. He pulled out of her, then kneeled so that his cock was in his mother's face. He wanted to finish this experience wither her with a final nasty touch.

"Clean off my dick, Mom. With your mouth." She took him fully in her mouth without hesitation, then slowly sucked her way up his length, cleaning with her tongue the whole time. She paid special attention to his cum hole, making sure there were no more droplets of his liquid remaining.

"Mmmm. Good, Mom." She let his cock go and stared up at him. "Have a nice day, ok, Mom?" He got up, too his boxers, and left her naked, cum all over her chest and face and leaking from her cunt, on the floor.

********

'What a family,' thought Brad that night. 'The best in the world, all a boy could ask for.' He fell asleep, slipping into an erotic dream about being the master of a harem of women of all gorgeous shapes and sizes and types. Not surprisingly at all, he awoke with an erection, and masturbated to the delicious thoughts of the pleasures of his mom's mouth.

After he came, he showered. He had a quick light breakfast and then changed into his swimming trunks. It was a beautiful summer day, and he enjoyed relaxing in the water, no work out intended. The house had to be empty. His mom (he shivered out of desire when he thought of her) and the twins at work, and Stella (groan) was job hunting again.

When he got out to the pool in the backyard though, he had a little surprise. The twins were there, sun bathing.

"Why aren't you at work?" he asked Tasha and Tara. Neither even bothered to open their eyes to look at him as Tasha answered. "We called in sick today. Needed another day. We got the Monday blues." Tara asked lazily, "You don't mind, right? Us being here with you?"

"Oh, no way," answered Brad. "It's your backyard too." Of course, that wasn't the real reason he didn't mind them being there. Actually, he would've been willing to beg them to stay there. The twins were very good looking girls, and they were in string bikinis, and there were two of them. 

Since they were his sisters, of course Brad knew the subtle differences between the way they looked, and could tell them apart even if they were dressed identically, with the same hairdo and makeup. But to a stranger, the easiest way to identify them was their hair. They had the same dirty blonde coloring, but Tasha wore hers shoulder length and curled it. Tara wore hers long and straight, silky smooth, but usually pulled it into a cute sporty ponytail.

Right now they had their eyes closed, relaxing and tanning, but Brad knew if their eyes were open, they'd be a bright beautiful blue. He grinned at the thought of another similarity: they had the same pretty, perky 36D boobs. Tasha's were attractively held in by a pink bikini, Tara's in lavender. The bikinis weren't too low cut, just showing enough to tease him.

The twins' eyes were closed still, so Brad felt free to stare. They had toned tummies, tan too, perfect for showing themselves off in two piece swimsuits. Mmmm . . . small waists, curvy hips, and gorgeous long smooth tanned legs . . . and double of everything. Brad jumped in the pool to hide his hard on.

He swam around, trying to find the best angle to continue staring. He'd just found it when a timer went off. He wondered what it was for, and then Tara shut it off as they flipped over.

Ohhhh. Beautiful legs, leading up to nice asses. He began to daydream until he heard someone saying his name.

"Brad?" asked Tara. "Would you mind if we tanned naked? We don't want to make you uncomfortable, but we don't want tan lines either."

"It's fine!" replied Brad, hoping he didn't sound too eager.

"Cool," said Tasha. The twins proceeded to undo each other's knots and remove their tips. Now Brad had to pretend not to be staring. He did laps of head up freestyle, and treaded water facing them. They took off their bottoms and his cock jumped. They lie down on their stomachs again and he could stare again.

Stare he did. The sun gleamed off of their bronze bodies. Round smooth cheeky asses begged to be fucked, and if he got at the right angle, he could see their cunts. Oh, they were shaved.

He gazed at them, full of want, trying not to touch himself, mostly succeeding, until the time weren't off again. They flipped onto their backs, presenting him the view he'd been longing for. Their breasts were tanned perfectly, not too dark, not pale.

But he was most interested in their shaved cunts. Tasha and Tara had their legs spread pretty wide open. He saw smooth lips, and once in a while, when they shifted a little to get more comfortable, he caught a flashing glimpse of clit or inner lips.

Tasha was saying something very quietly to Tara; Brad strained to hear it. Oh fuck. Did she just say "I'm horny"?

That had to be it, because Tara got up and straddled Tasha. She didn't face her, but was sitting on Tasha's tummy, back to her face. Brad didn't care if they noticed him staring or not. He had to know what would happen next.

Oh shit! Tara licked a finger, and used it to start slowly rubbing up and down Tasha's clit. Tasha moaned, "Keep going," and Tara did. With the one finger slowly stimulating Tasha's clit, she took her other hand and slid one of her fingers inside Tasha's cunt. Brad groaned quietly and forced himself to not begin masturbating.

Tara's finger made small, average speed circles on Tasha's clit. Her other finger was going in and out, in and out, at the same pace. As Tasha moaned, Tara increased her pace. She began flicking Tasha's clit, hard and fast, and suddenly shoved an additional two fingers inside. Finger fucking her with three fingers and flicking her clit with another, Tara went fast, hard, intense. Tasha let out a long high squeal and seemed ready to cum when all at once Tara stopped. She leaned over, and to Brad's immense viewing pleasure, licked up Tasha's slit.

"Mmmm, wetness. You must be excited."

"Fuck yes I'm excited!" Tasha practically yelled. "Now make me cum!"

Tara licked, long slow glides of the tongue. Tasha wriggled in ecstasy underneath here. Then Tara focused all her energies on Tasha's clit. She drove her tongue into it, hard, and Tasha squealed, long and high and loud. Tara tongued Tasha's clit for a little while, until Tasha seemed close. Then Tara nibbled on Tasha's clit, and as Tasha's moan grew louder, higher, and wilder, Tara gave one hard suck.

Tasha let out a moan of utter pleasure, and convulsed underneath her twin sister. Her hips twitched, and even from the pool, Brad could see her cunt lips tensing and relaxing. His hard on jerked. Tara lazily cleaned Tasha up with her mouth, then returned to her sun bathing spot.

"You are the best sister ever," Tasha said, and she gave a contented sigh.

"I know," said Tara, and she laughed. It made her chest jiggle a little. Brad was amazed – it was like they'd forgotten he was there.

"So, would you like the favor returned?" asked Tasha.

"You know," replied Tara, "you're great and all, better pussy eater than any man" – both laughed again – "but I really just want to get laid. It's been a while."

Tasha nodded sympathetically. "The only thing a steady boyfriend is good for." They giggled.

"But yeah, seriously, I need some dick. Like soon."

Brad could take no more of this. He jumped out of the pool, with his erection on display through thin trunks, hoping he wasn't making a humiliating mistake.

"I can arrange that," he offered.

The twins looked up at him and grinned.

"Oh, honey, we see that you're big enough, and ready to go. But you're just a kid. You'll probably give me all you've got for a hot ninety seconds, then shoot your load and get all embarrassed," said Tara.

"One way to find out," he answered, and pulled off his trunks. He allowed them one look at his gloriously swollen throbbing dick, then jumped into the pool. The twins looked at each other. Tara smiled, said "Why not?" and ran to the edge and jumped in. She came up, hair slicked back, gorgeous tanned body dripping wet.

Brad was standing up in the pool, leaning against the wall, in the semi-shallows. The water came to his chest, and at the same depth, it came to Tara's neck. Tasha had jumped in too, and they were standing in the pool in front of him. He made no move, just looked at them.

The twins turned to each other. They pressed up on each other, breasts mashing into breasts, and Tara wrapped her legs around Tasha. They kissed long and deep. Brad needed release badly. He grabbed Tara, and held her to himself. Standing in the middle of the pool, he pressed into her, hard on against her stomach, and he kissed her.

She kissed back, savagely, tongue wild in his mouth. As she made out with him, she wrapped her legs around him. H could easily hold her up in the low gravity of water. With her legs spread wide, her slit was placed up against the base of his dick. He lifted her up until her cunt was at level with his head. She positioned herself atop his cock, just barely letting him in, keeping herself up so that only his head was inside her. He felt hands at his balls – it was Tasha, getting in on the action. She massaged tem, and he was just enjoying the caresses of his sac when Tara squirmed her way down his dick.

"Oh fuck!" he gasped. The combined feeling of hands on his balls and a tight hot wet smooth soft cunt on his dick was exquisite. Tara began fucking him. Her body rubbed up his as she pulled herself off of him, then rubbed back down as she lowered herself back onto his cock. Her entire body was creating friction against his as they fucked.

Meanwhile, Tasha, standing behind Brad, had decided to try something else. She took a deep breath of air, then went underwater. She licked the backside of Brad's balls while Tara was fucking him.

Brad moaned, "Oh shit, you were right. I'm not going to last very long."

"Long enough for me," gasped Tara, breathing hard. "I'm getting – unh! – close!"

To please her more, Brad flexed his dick inside her. She cried out and clenched around him. A few thrusts later, he did it again, and again she yelled and tensed. Tasha was still licking his balls, coming up for air, going back down.

Brad gave another flex inside Tara. She screamed, and her body shook around him. She convulsed so wildly that it almost made him lose his balance. Her body gyrated against and upon his, while her cunt gripped him ever tighter. Tasha took his balls completely in her mouth, and was it for him. He let out a grunt and wrapped his arms tight around Tara. He thrust up into her, hard, as his cum surged inside her. They shook together, fluids mixing, while Tasha watched.

They calmed down, and Tara slid off of Brad. They all relaxed in the pool for a few minutes, satisfied. Then Brad swam to Tara, kissed her with a little bit of tongue, sweetly, a serene kiss. He did the same to Tasha, and jumped out of the pool.

"Have a nice day," he said, getting his trunks.

"We already have," said Tara, smirking.

He laughed and went inside.

********

Lying on his bed, he contemplated the past few days. In four days, he'd had sexual relations with all five women in his immediate family. Was it just a coincidence that they'd all been willing at once? Or was it that they'd always been willing, and he'd never realized it until now? Maybe it was a chain reaction. Each experience emboldened him to try the next.

And what about the future? Brad knew he wanted these arrangements to continue, but did they? He decided to wait and see. There was nothing else he could really do.

********

The rest of the week went basically uneventfully. He didn't make any advances, and he wasn't advanced upon. All in all, his entire family acted as they always had. Brad figured he was the only one who felt the sexual tension in the air, because the girls acted so naturally he almost began to believe he'd imagined it all.




Hardest Choice Ch. 02



Then Saturday rolled around. That afternoon, Brad's mom had decided to have a good family lunch, which meant Laële was included. As they ate, Brad looked around the table at all the beautiful women he'd been with. He stiffened as memories of sexy bodies, feelings, noises, and sights filled his mind.

Dinner ended, and not a moment too soon for Brad, who longed to escape to his room and jerk off wildly. But his mom insisted that everyone come into the living room. Brad rolled his eyes and went in. It was probably going to be some serious discussion about family values or sticking together or something she got off of Lifetime. Although he shouldn't assume the conference would be boring; he might actually be able to be entertained by thoughts of being close to his family now. Just as he began day dreaming, his mom started to talk.

"I'm going to jump right into this. Brad, you've had sex with all of us, haven't you?"

He was floored. Guilt flooded him, but none of the girls looked angry, jealous, hurt, or disgusted. Actually, they all looked very interested. He stammered for a minutes, then realized that none of the girls minded him being with all of them. His curiosity was piqued; where was his mom going with this? But she'd asked the question. He glanced at Tasha and shook his head.

"For our purposes, the twins count as one," said his mom.

'What purposes?' wondered Brad. He nodded, and said, "Yeah," to answer her question again.

"Well, Brad, the girls and I want to do something with your help. We agree that we are all very attractive but can never decide who is the most. So we want to have a little contest, with you as our judge. The rules are these.

"One: until you have made your decision, none of us are allowed to touch you. Two: if you touch any girl in the contest sexually, she automatically becomes the one you've chosen. Three: once you've made your decision, you must call a family meeting to tell the rest of us who you think is the sexiest.

"Is this acceptable?"

"Why can't we touch each other?" asked Brad. He didn't relish the idea of being celibate until he finished made his mind up about such a tough decision. It could take a little while, and he didn't want to go any length of time without sex, now that he'd experienced it.

"The idea of being sexy is that you can be sexy without having sex," his mom answered. "That does not mean, however, that we cannot use sexual . . . behaviors to try to seduce you, because we all are going to be striving to win."

They were going to be sexual in front of him, but he couldn't touch them?

"Do you agree to the rules?"

Brad thought quickly. Maybe this was the only reason they'd all fucked him. Maybe the only way he'd ever be able to have sex with any of them again was if he agreed to this. Life would be a little awkward if he agreed to this, but if he didn't, it'd be extremely uncomfortable, because he could tell they wanted him to do it.

"Sure, I'll do it," he said, trying to sound casual. Stella and the twins clapped excitedly. His mom looked pleased. But Laële just looked serene and otherworldly, as always. Brad wondered why Laële was doing this, if she wasn't really into it, as she seemed not to be.

"Wonderful," said his mom. "The contest begins right now. Choose carefully, Brad. We'll take your judgment seriously. Family meeting adjourned."

Stella danced out of the room, young and lithe and hopeful. The twins followed, whispering to each other, plotting how to win, no doubt. His mom was next, looking experienced and organized and mature. He and Laële were left alone. They sat in silence, much like that day in the car, not two weeks before.

"What're you thinking of?" Brad finally asked, partly out of curiosity, partly to break the silence.

"Mom asked me to live here until the contest is over, to make things fairer. I was thinking about moving my things into the guest bedroom," she said, in that rich voice, so quiet. He could hardly imagine her voice would ever make those noises he'd heard in her car.

"Oh. Cool," he said, totally surprised and glad to hear that she'd be around.

"Yes," she said. "I think it'll be nice. Good night, Brad." And she left. He watched her go, then went to his own room.

********

How could he ever choose just one? If he picked a tie, all would be mad at him and he'd get nothing. If he picked one, he'd get only them, because the rest would likely resent it. But it was better than nothing. So which should he pick?

Well, if he picked the twins, he could have a two-for-one deal. His mom, though, gave an amazing blow job and had the biggest boobs, and didn't even seem physically old. And Stella was the only one to show an interest in anal and toys, a major plus for her. Plus, he'd taken her virginity! But Laële . . . she was the most beautiful in his opinion, and she had been his first. And, he had to admit, she was the most intriguing, because she seemed almost mysterious to him. What a decision.

But he didn't have to choose right that second. So he feel asleep, and dreamt about sharing one big bed with all five of the women. And of course he woke up Sunday morning with a huge throbbing hard on. He headed to the bathroom, thinking he'd jack off in the shower, and save himself a mess.

The bathroom door was locked, the light on, and the shower already running. He went back to his room, resigned to waiting, when all of a sudden it struck him: all the girls were trying to seduce him. Why shouldn't he walk in on one of them? He turned around and went back to the bathroom. Everyone in the house knew how to pick the bathroom door lock, but they all used it anyway, as an "occupied" sign. He picked it and opened the door.

Through the steam and the shower curtain, he couldn't really see who it was. He walked over and pulled the shower curtain back. The woman turned around. It was his mother, her body wet, glistening, dripping. Rivulets of water streamed down those big beautiful breasts. She looked at him steadily. He pulled off his boxers and put the seat of the toilet down, sitting on it like it was a chair, his hard on sticking up and out.

Standing underneath the flowing water, she ran her hands over her breasts. She squeezed them, rubbed them. She pinched her nipples, and they hardened. Then her hands slid down to her tummy, which was in shape but not really skinny. Her hands passed her stomach and went down, lower. Brad stared, pumping his dick, not too fast, in his hand. Her hand slipped between her legs. With her right index and middle finger, she spread her outer lips. She slipped the first finger of her left hand inside herself, and ground down upon it. Then the finger began moving in and out, slowly.

His mom pulled the finger out. It was covered in her liquids. She licked up and down her finger, sucked it clean. The she returned to her cunt, inserting two fingers this time. She used her thumb on her clit, and began gasping and moaning. He increased the speed of his stroking a little.

She leaned against the shower wall and began squirming on her own hand. As he watched, she added a third finger, filling herself up. Her hips were thrusting onto her hand wildly, and he was going fast now. Her thumb went faster, harder, pleasing her clit as much as she possible could. Her cries were loud and full of lust. He could feel himself getting close. She fucked herself with the three fingers as he stroked hard and fast. She cried out, her pleasure filled voice echoing and resounding in the room. The sound of her climax pushed him over the edge. He grunted, and a stream of hot cum flowed from his dick, falling on the floor, making a mess.

He leaned back, breathing, calming down. His mother leaned against the wall. She slipped her fingers out and looked steadily at him again. After a moment, she went back to washing herself. Brad went to the shower. Very deliberately, he made sure not to touch her while he cleaned off his hands. Stepping over the pool of his cum, he left the bathroom naked, carrying his boxers.



Hardest Choice Ch. 03



*Author's note: This story is about a contest. Please leave comments on whom you'd like to vote for to win. Then I'll write a story using your choice as Brad's.

*

The rest of the morning and afternoon were uneventful, if filled with tension. As Brad spent his day doing his normal summer stuff, playing on the computer and doing his summer homework and working out, his family acted normal too. The twins were lazy, flipping through piles of Cosmos and trying new makeup and hairstyles on each other. Stella was working on a summer project for her art class. His mom was watching a Lifetime marathon of chick flicks. Laële was outside in the shade, reading some big fat important looking book.

As he went about his business, occasionally he ran into one of them. The situation was incredibly awkward, because whenever he saw one of them, automatically his memory of whatever they'd done together popped up vividly. When it was time for dinner, Brad decided that the best way to keep his thoughts from turning him into a blushing, stuttering idiot would be to concentrate on the food. He didn't talk to any of the girls unless they asked him a direct question, and looked at them as little as possible. He had never thought about spaghetti so much in his life.

When dinner was over, everyone went off by themselves again. His mom was cleaning up, Laële was working out in the garage, and Stella was glued to the television, which was displaying a close up of Orlando Bloom at that moment. He had no idea where the twins were; probably off taking care of each other. He sat down to watch Pirates of the Caribbean with Stella. Surprisingly, she made no attempt to seduce him. The movie was a welcome break form his never ending stream of thoughts of his situation.

The credits began rolling, and Brad went to his room. He was startled when he walked in. All the lights were off inside, but he could still see, for there were two dozen long slender red candles giving off a faint hint of cinnamon lit throughout the room. The beautifully flickering illumination revealed a multitude of perfect red roses strewn about.

And the twins were sitting provocatively on his bed, both in black lacy teddies. They both had the flawlessly groomed dirty blonde hair down long, Tasha's curled in sexy ringlets and Tara's smooth, straight, and silky. They had a little makeup on that made their bright blue eyes sparkle and shine and stand out even more and their lips look full and so kissable . . . and ready for other things. The teddies were satiny and moved over their skin like airy whispers. The teddies had slightly revealing necklines, teasing him with bits of cleavage here and there, those 36D breasts with their hard nipples underneath the sexy fabric. The fabric stopped at mid thigh, not short enough for his desperate gaze. He was already very big and hard, the setting creating such an erotic aura, with the twins the focus of the vibes of the environment.

He gaped at them for a moment, feeling as if he were in a dream. Then he sat in his chair to watch what they would do next, because he was sure that things were going to heat up.

Brad was right. As soon as he settled into his chair and got comfortable, readjusting the anticipatory erection in his pants, the twins looked at each other. Tasha took Tara's face in her hands, then moved in for a kiss. Tasha licked Tara's lips, and sucked them, and nibbled them. She sucked Tara's tongue into her own mouth, making Tara moan in delight.

Tasha kissed down Tara's chin, to her neck. She sucked and nibbled the beautiful curve where Tara's neck met her shoulder. She licked down a little further until the teddy blocked her oral journey. Tasha slipped the straps off from over Tara's shoulders, and the top of the teddy fell down. But since they were sitting on the bed, it didn't come all the way off. It stopped at the waist, showing off those voluptuous boobs but hiding the one cunt in the house Brad hadn't fucked.

Since the teddy no longer held her back, Tasha started in on Tara's tits. She ran a light teasing finger over the skin, stopping and moving away from the nipple often, making Tara beg for it. Then, in the middle of a gentle caress, she all of a sudden stopped and gave the nipple a hard pinch. Tara gasped and jumped a little, but Brad could tell she'd enjoyed it. Tasha kept pinching, then brought her mouth down to nibble on it. Her teeth gently enclosed around the hard nipple and she gnawed on it ever so slightly, ever so lightly. Her tongue flicked out and she licked all over Tara's breasts. Tara gave a low, long moan.

Brad unzipped and began stroking himself for the second time that day. Tara laid down, stretched out in front of him, and Tasha slipped Tara's teddy all the way off. There Tara sat, naked and gorgeous, long hair and striking blue eyes, tanned and toned. And very much full of desire. Her whimpers were lusty and pleading. Tasha ran her hand over Tara's foot, massaging it. She traveled up the sexy calf, over her knee, up to her mid thigh. Here she stopped, making Tara cry out in want, in need. She ran a careless finger over the skin of her inner thigh, so gentle, teasing, almost tickling, sending shivers through Tara's body. Tasha put both hands on Tara, one on each leg, and teased her with wandering thumbs. Just as Tara was about to scream in frustration, Tasha easily slipped in a finger, fully inside, using her other hand to roll circles over Tara's clit. So instead of desire, Tara's scream was of satisfaction. As suddenly as she had started, Tasha stopped. She slipped of her own teddy, and now Brad was seeing double. She positioned herself along Tara's body, but antiparallel, with Tasha on top, giving Brad a beautiful view of his twin sisters in a 69.

Now Tasha continued pleasing Tara, again inserting a finger and stimulating her clit. Tara, with Tasha above her, spread the legs above her head and licked the slit between the two lips. Now both sisters were moaning in pleasure, Tara as she licked her sister and was fingered, vice versa for Tasha. Tara's tongue was driving away at Tasha's clit, fast and hard, flicking, rubbing, with as much force as she could put into her tongue. Meanwhile, Tasha was fucking Tara's cunt with three fingers and using her other hand to flick and rub at Tara's clit.

Brad pumped away harder and harder as his twin sisters fucked each other manually and orally harder and harder. All three were gasping, moaning, grunting, lost in the feelings inside the erotic setting. Tara's tongue disappeared inside Tara's cunt as her own cunt was filled with fingers, and they pleased each others' clits with more fingers. Brad saw Tara flicking and wriggling her tongue inside Tasha.

When Tasha felt the tongue inside her move, she shouldn't hold it in anymore. She screamed and let go, shaking atop Tara, gripping her tongue with her clit. Tara, feeling the convulsing hand in her clit, cried out too, and they came together. Brad, watching their bodies spasming and rubbing against each other, hearing their bliss filled voices, surged and came as well. All three felt the supreme satisfaction of an orgasm, the girls barely able to think, they came so strongly. Then the room was silent except for the occasional gasp as they calmed down.

Once the twins had recovered, they pulled the teddies back on. They went around the room., swiftly blowing out the candles, and then left Brad alone in darkness. He sat still for a second, then put himself into his bed, which was still warm from them. It still smelled like them too, and the haunting scent of sex stayed with him, even in his sleep.

The next day, Monday, Brad awoke early. He dealt with his now-usual morning hard on quickly, cleaned up, ate a brief breakfast, and ran out of the house for morning practice. He was afraid that if he lingered, he'd get distracted.

At practice, his coach told him to watch any videotapes he had of himself swimming, the more recent the better, to work on technique. It sounded like a good idea to Brad, who had a tape of the last meet. When he got home, though, he couldn't find it. After a bit of searching, he realized it was in the VCR already. The label read "Brad, 6/29 + 7/6" (the dates of the meets) in Stella's beautifully quirky handwriting. Stella was the one who recorded all his meets. Mostly it was because their mom and the twins were working, but also because Stella was the best person for it. She knew how to work the camera like a professional, and always got the shots Brad wanted. Brad grinned, remembering that there was more than one thing Stella knew how to do well.

He pushed play. The tape began tracking, and Brad frowned. What was this? It certainly wasn't his swim meet. Actually, it looked like Stella's room. Maybe she accidentally taped over his meet while playing with the camera, trying solve new recording tricks.

Oh fuck. This was no accident.

The camera was focused on Stella's bed, that bed where he and Stella had fucked. Their fluids had flowed and mixed in that bed. Just the memory of it brought him to an erection.

Stella appeared now. Naked, she laid down on the bed. She spread her legs facing the camera, not wasting any time. Hands appeared now. Brad couldn't tell whose hands they were, but the moment he didn't much care. The hands were tying Stella to her bed, spreading her legs even more. Her cunt glistened a little, already wet in anticipation.

Brad pulled out his hard on and started stroking, his eyes never leaving the screen. A hand brought a huge thick long dildo into the picture. Stella raised her hips and it was placed, sticking up, underneath her. She brought her hips back down, slowly forcing the oversized rod inside herself, her ass, no lubrication. Brad could see what a close, tight fit it was. As Stella squirmed onto it, she cried out from the exertion. Another dildo, identical to the first, eight inches long, about as thick as his fingers making an OK sign, was pushed inside Stella's cunt firmly.

He watched intensely. Hands entered the picture again. They tied clever little straps from the dildos around Stella, so that the big fat sticks wouldn't slip outside of her. One last toy was brought in. A small vibrator, the kind you strap onto the clit. It was affixed, to Stella's great pleasure, and activated.

She cried out in lustful ecstasy. Immediately, her hips began moving, and she squirmed within her constraints. The hands that had appeared onscreen must've belonged to a male, because the same hands could be seen again, only now they were wrapped around the owner's cock. He was stroking himself, as aroused as Brad was at the sight of Stella squirming, full of dildos. She moaned, squealed, gasped, and soon her hips were really bucking. Up and down her body thrust, but the dildos never slipped, and Stella stayed fully filled. Her cries grew higher and her gyrating motion more frantic until she screamed. Her back arched, thrusting her chest up and out, giving the camera a great view of the bases of the dildos stretching her little holes tight and the fluid leaking from her cunt. The nearby dick suddenly spurted, and Stella was covered in cum. She lie on her bed, panting, and licked a droplet of cum from her lips.

The vibrator was turned off. As Brad watched, the hand pulled the dildo from her ass, and he watched as her ass muscles clenched in response to the friction. Next, the dildo in her cunt was released. It slipped right out, covered in her juices.

At the sight of Stella's liquids, Brad gave one last stroke and surged, cumming due to a homemade porno starring his little sister. He sat there, recovering for a few moments. Then he headed to the shower to wash his sticky self off.

A few days passed, and surprisingly to Brad, life went back to a semblance of normal. He supposed the girls were awaiting his decision. It was just the he'd never had to make such a tough choice; he wasn't sure he could do it. Every time he thought he'd made up his mind and picked his choice, his fantasies wandered on to another and soon he was undecided again. So he went through his days slightly preoccupied, waiting for his mind to make itself up.

Of course, the women were all trying very hard to seduce him. He felt flattered, sexy, erotic. He had gotten over the fact that all of the women vying for his attention were closely related to him; in fact, it was now rather exciting to him. He was a bit frustrated, what with all the gorgeous girls around and the rule about him touching them, but he masturbated to them all the time.

There was just one thing. Well, to be precise, just one woman: Laële. She hadn't tried at all to seduce Brad. He figured that she was playing hard to get, and that she would give in eventually. Yet after two weeks, she still had not advanced upon him. Brad was puzzled. One day, when all the other women were busy or not at home, he went to Laële's room and knocked on the door. 

"Who is it?" her low voice asked.

"Brad," he answered clearly, trying to sound cool and casual.

"Come in," she told him, and so he did.

Her room was simple, elegant but tasteful, so fitting for her stately beauty. She sat on the bed reading.

"Can I sit down?" he asked. She nodded, and he sat, not too close to her.

"What's up?" she asked, friendly but to the point.

"Well . . . uh," he said, not having been quite sure what to say. "Um . . . so, uh, what do you think of this little . . . contest?"

She gazed at him steadily. "It's a rather interesting concept, but I don't need anyone to tell me who is or is not sexier than I am."

He nodded in approval of her self esteem. "So, is that why you haven't tried to, uh, influence my decision?"

"Brad, the reason why I haven't done anything to influence your decision is because to me, that would defeat the point. That's being slutty, not sexy. If I'm sexy, I don't need to put myself out."

"Oh, ok. I see," he said respectfully. He hoped she realized that he really did understand and wasn't mocking her. He was still curious, though. "So then what made you decide to join in the contest anyway?"

She smiled at him, just a small smile, but full of grace. "Like I said, it's a fascinating idea. But the main reason is that I love sex."

Brad's eyes doubled in size. She went on.

"I get sick of being so calm all the time. I need a release. Sex is the one thing that can make me lose control, and I love that feeling. And I don't want to be in a relationship. I know that sex with you is just sex, it's not complicated. We just have a good time," she explained.

"Oh," he said, taking it all in, thinking about what she was saying.

"Plus," she added teasingly, "you have such a big dick." And she left him alone in her room.

He stayed up late that night, thinking hard. For hours he deliberated the merits of each woman, her pros and cons, what she offered, how she was sexy. Finally he reached a conclusion.

The next morning Brad let the women know that he wanted to call a family meeting. He told all the women that he'd decided and would let them know at the meeting who he had chosen. All of the women glowed in anticipation. He set the meeting time at eight o'clock that night.

The day passed, seemingly so slowly to al of them. Finally the time arrived, and they all sat in the living room.

"Um, so," Brad started off. "Just to let you know, it was really tough for me to make this decision. I mean, you're all so beautiful and sexy. But, um, yeah, I chose one – or two," he added, looking at the twins. "So, do I just tell you now?"

"Wait, Brad," said his mom. "You've been really sweet about this whole thing, and we want to, you know, give back to you somehow."

He nodded, wondering how they were going to thank him. Then all the women stood from the various couches and recliners they'd been sitting upon. Without speaking, without taking their eyes off of Brad, they all removed their shirts and pants. He stared in a state of pleasantly surprised lust: they were all wearing matching baby blue satin lingerie sets of bras and thongs.

His gaze passed over them all. His mom, her big breasts filling the bra cups, those big breasts that he had fucked. The twins, gorgeous youth in double, trendy and cute and toned. Stella, his wild girl, his uninhibited fuck, with a baby blue string covering the two holes he'd once filled. Laële, her elegance and sophistication so erotic when she was atop his cock.

They walked over to where he sat in a recliner. Laële and his mom began to undress him, slipping his shirt off. When he protested a little, they reassured him that this special thank you would not count against him, an exception to the rules of the contest. He relaxed and they continued to strip him. The four feminine hands slid over his bare skin lightly, sensually.

As Brad was being undressed, the twins and Stella engaged in a three way make out session. He watched their tongues move together, watched Tara suck on Stella's lower lip, then her tongue. He saw Stella's hand slide over Tasha's stomach, to her breasts, over the smooth satin covering her lovely nipple.

He was naked. His mom and Laële guided him to a couch, and laid him down on his back, erection resting on his abdomen. All five women gathered around his body and then began to touch him. Their hands, their fingers all over his body. They were caressing his face, rubbing his shoulders, running over his chest, feeling his abs, massaging his legs. He felt wonderful, with so much sweet touching. It was making him totally relaxed yet still so turned on.

Then the girls added their mouths to the mix. Someone was sucking his neck, another mouth was nibbling his nipple, a tongue was licking his stomach, and still the fingers were caressing him. He groaned in delight. Their mouths and hands roamed over his body, stopping to attend to certain parts and then continuing, for a few minutes.

Tasha kissed Brad and began to make out with him. His mom licked, sucked, nibbled his nipple, alternating to the other one every few minutes. Tara started licking and fondling his balls with her mouth. Her tongue swirled over his sensitive sac, and she squeezed her mouth around him gently, just enough pressure to feel exquisite without hurting him. Together, Stella and Laële went down on his dick. Their tongues lightly traveled over him – he could feel their mouths meeting upon his skin. One sucked his base, hard, while another flicked at his head. He moaned into Tasha's mouth.

The double blow job persisted. He felt someone take his dick completely into her mouth, deep down, his thick long erection buried in her mouth, he could feel the soft smooth lining of her cheeks and the slight little rasps of her teeth, her tongue playing with the underside of his cock, his head bumping against the back of her throat; while still a tongue ran over his balls. Coupled with the kissing and nipple stimulation, he wasn't sure how much longer he could take it. His hips began to buck at the girls blowing him, forcing his cock down an eager throat. He was close, he was so close.

And then all the girls stopped at once. He groaned in frustrated lust and rapture, and opened his eyes, just then realizing that they had been closed. The beautiful women standing around him were now removing the sexy lingerie they'd been wearing, and the floor was now littered in baby blue satin. They stood him up off of the couch, and then Tasha lay down. She gazed up at him expectantly and spread her legs. 

Brad needed no further encouragement. He ascended atop her gorgeous body and slowly guided the swollen head of his hard on to her wet hot cunt. He pushed gently, entering her leisurely so as to enjoy every bit of her tight grip. Besides, he was already so close that if he went too fast, he'd be over in seconds.

He thrust into her gradually, until he felt his head come up against her wall. Then he pulled out, and to increase his pleasure, she clenched her muscles around him so that pulling out was even tighter than entering. He repeated his thrusting, picking up the speed a little. As he did this, he felt someone behind him. She was kissing his back as he fucked Tasha, and then her mouth moved a little lower. He felt a tongue tracing his spine, lower, lower, until it was at the top of his crack. It kept going down until it was at his hole. The tongue, wet and warm, was licking his asshole, and it was a sensation he'd never had before.




Hardest Choice Ch. 03



The tongue stopped, to his regret, but only to be replaced. As he began pumping even harder and faster into Tasha, who was moaning and squealing, a finger worked its way into his ass. It held still for a moment, letting him adjust, and then wriggled inside him, flicking against his walls. He moaned and twitched inside Tasha, who loved it, letting out a yelp of delight. The finger pulled out and Brad missed the sensation, until he felt it return, only thicker, two fingers forcing into his hole. The fingers twisted inside him, filling his hole. 

Not quite full, though, because now he had three fingers inside him. He was gasping and thrusting and felt like he was on the very brink. The three fingers inside his ass stroked him, pumping his hole, in and out, fucking him as he fucked Tasha. He felt so close, oh so close, full of warm fingers, filling a hot wet cunt, hearing Tasha moan his name at him. The fingers inside him spread, caressing the inside of him, rubbing his walls, and his dick gave a jump inside Tasha from the pleasure of it. She let loose and her body shook, shuddered around him. Her cunt convulsed, twitching and seizing on his dick, grasping him with muscle spasms, clenching him and letting go, squeezing him. Her orgasm sent him over the edge, and he came inside Tasha, shooting into her cunt as three fingers in his ass pulled out. He felt the sensation of friction as the fingers slowly exited his asshole, rubbing up against his walls and rim as they left. The delicious friction prolonged his orgasm as Tasha's twitches continued around him.

After what seemed like a blissful eternity of sexual climax, Brad lay on the couch, spent. The women lounged in the living room with him. After some time passed, and Brad felt like he had enough energy, they all went to the bathroom to clean off.

The shower was crowded, steamy and slippery. Brad found himself in the middle of the group of women, with breasts pressed against him and hands brushing up on him. When a finger trailed up between his legs, around his balls, and up his crack, he found himself aroused again. He took the nearest woman, Laële, and kissed her deeply. She responded, kissing him back, pressing against him. There was another girl behind him, pressing her front into his back. 

The hot water streamed over them all as Brad pulled Laële in closer, his erection against her warm soft skin. His mouth found her nipples, and he licked them before gently biting them. She arched her back against him in pleasure, moaning. His tongue traveled down, over her stomach, flicked at her navel, and then he moved down to her cunt. He spread the lips with his fingers, kneeling, and put his tongue to them. Laële gasped, and he continued licking her. He brought his tongue to the sensitive clit and flicked at it, quick and hard. He nibbled it with his tongue and sucked it. Laële was squealing, ready to cum, so he stood up again.

He put his arms around her, holding her tight, and then entered her, swiftly. He drove up inside her hard and fast like she liked it. She was bucking against him, meeting his hips with hers, and taking him completely inside her, pushing his head against her wall. He drilled her, while her cunt gripped his dick and held. She was so hot and so wet and so tight, so gorgeous, moaning his name, her voice jumping with his thrusts. 

He could feel her getting closer, she clamped onto his cock ever tighter. He stroked as fast as he could, hips gyrating into her, until she screamed, and her muscles contracted around him so fast it felt like she was vibrating. He gasped at the strength of her orgasm, pulled her into his dick, forcing everything he could into her, and came. He shot deep inside her as she continued spasming around him, and they held each other tight, shaking together. His fluid filled her up and mixed with hers. She laid her head on his shoulder, panting, recovering.

All of them relaxed underneath the shower then, letting the water work tension out of them. They all dried off and dressed, then went back out to the living room. Brad still had to tell them his decision. He sat down in front of all the women.

"Thanks for a very pleasure filled evening," he told them. "I think now's the time to let you know who I've chosen."