17 comments/ 234703 views/ 63 favorites Showing It All Ch. 01 By: harding This is a slightly updated version of the story in response to comments on the first draft, and also some changes required for consistency as I completed Chapters 2 and 3. ~~~ I was sitting on the edge of the bed with my shorts around my ankles, a pair of scissors in my hand and a page printed from the Gillette website explaining how to trim my pubic hair beside me when my sister's voice exclaimed "What the hell are you doing, Tom?" I jumped and almost cut into the side of my cock. Abi stood leaning in the doorway with her arms crossed under her boobs. I had thought I was alone. It was Sunday afternoon, the day my parents always went to the Mall and then Wal-Mart for the week's groceries. I could usually rely on three hours to myself. Abi should be out with her friends, and I had assumed there was no one home but me. I could feel my face flushing. "Um..." I said. "Well?" Abi said. "I was... going to trim my bush." I admitted. "Why?" "Well... it's meant to make it look bigger." "Make what look bigger?" "You know," I said. "What?" "My cock," I said. "Really?" She looked down at me and laughed, "That would be one hell of trick!" I was insulted now. "It's not that small, Abi," I protested. "It doesn't look very big to me," she said. "And you know all about cocks, I suppose. Besides, it gets bigger. And you gave me a shock - that's going to make it shrink too." "Huh," she snorted. Abi and I were fraternal twins who had turned eighteen this summer -- and very non-identical twins. I was near six feet with dark curly hair. Abi was five feet four with curly blonde locks that fell to her chin, framing her face. She was my sister, so I probably wasn't too good a judge of how hot she was, but if I tried to look at her as just another girl then she was pretty hot. Slim, good legs, nicely toned butt that filled her jeans perfectly, flat stomach and sexy boobs. I had sneaked a look at one of her bras a while back and knew she took a 34B size. Usually we got on really well together - but maybe not today. I imagine, like all brothers, I'd had those thoughts about Abi. Most of the guys I hung out with who had sisters said they'd had them, and Toby Black told us he'd seen his sister masturbating when he peeked into her bedroom one night and it had really turned him on. But it had never occurred to me that I might ever do anything with Abi. My secret thoughts were pleasant fantasies, but that was strictly where they belonged, in the closet marked: "Nice to think about, but no way!" Abi remained in the doorway with a crooked smile on her pretty lips. I leaned over and grabbed my shorts and started to pull them up. "Oh no, don't let me stop you from gaining an extra half an inch," Abi said. "I'm intrigued now." I looked up at her from my awkward position and waited. She made no move from the doorway. "If I could have some privacy then?" I said. "Why? I want to watch, see if it does look any bigger when you've finished." "Abi!" I said. "It's you that wants to shave your bush off," she said. "Go ahead, don't let me stop you." "I don't want to shave it off. Just trim it a bit." Abi pushed off the door and came into the room, grabbed the printed sheet from the bed and dropped into the armchair pushed back against the window. She read the words slowly, looked up at me, then back at the page. "It says here you can shave them all off, if you want. Or shave your balls, there's a diagram here how to do that. But it does say you can trim as well." She turned the page to study the drawings. "And shave around the base of it. That's what makes it look bigger, it says here. OK!" She put the paper down and relaxed back into the seat, resting her chin on her hands. "Go ahead." I stared at her but couldn't think of anything to say. "What gave you the idea?" she said, putting her head to one side. I shrugged. "Some of the guys at work were talking. And last week I was showering after my swim and there was this man..." I stopped, embarrassed, hoping Abi didn't think I made a habit of looking at other men in the showers. "What about him?" "Well, he'd shaved everything off. At least it looked that way - I didn't get too close." "And did he look big?" I nodded. "Maybe he liked you, Tom. Maybe that's why he looked big. Did you think of that?" "It wasn't anything like that!" "You like girls then?" she asked. I think my mouth fell open. "Of course I do! You didn't think-" "No, not really," she laughed, " but it's just so easy to tease you, Tom. Go on then, shave those curly bits and let me see how it looks." "I told you, I'm not going to shave them off, just tidy it up." "So why the razor?" "To do around the base," I said. "That's what it said on the website. Taking a bit off around the base will make it look bigger..." "Like I said, Tom, good trick - but I'm still waiting for the proof." I was getting mad with her now, as I always did when she acted this way - she could be totally infuriating. She sat there with her chin on her hands, watching me, seeming not in the least embarrassed. Okay, I thought, if she wants to watch then let her, see if I care. I lowered the scissors again and combed some of the dark curly hair up and trimmed the smallest amount off. It didn't seem too bad, so I worked around some more. "What about you, Abi, ever thought about a little bush work yourself?" She laughed. "Don't be shy, Tom, say what you think!" I shrugged, then realized it was almost a mistake with scissors so close to my cock. "Only wondering. It's pretty common now, or so I understand." She smiled. "Let's just worry about your bush for the moment, yeah?" Five minutes after I started I was beginning to think that I might have taken a bit too much off, but there was no way to put it back, and I guessed it would grow out soon enough. I had been concentrating so much - cutting with scissors close to your manhood will do that - I had almost, but not quite, forgotten about Abi. Then I became aware that as I trimmed I was starting to get aroused and my cock thickened until it lay heavily down inside my thighs. I looked up at Abi and she was watching it with a smile. "It seems to be working, Tom. It definitely looks bigger now." "Ha Ha," I said. "And it might get bigger yet." "It's a good trick," Abi said. I was aware of my heart beating in my chest. I was becoming incredibly aroused, and it occurred to me that it was because my sister was watching me. To begin with it had felt strange, and then I had forgotten about her and concentrated on what I was doing, but now the idea of trimming my pubic hair was turning me on, and the thought of doing it in front of Abi turned me on even more. I was sick, I thought, sick and perverted - Abi was my sweet sister, and I felt bad that my cock was responding like this. "Sorry," I said. "Cocks, you know, kind of have a will of their own." "Is that right?" Abi said. She was leaning forwards now, her elbows resting on her thighs. "I guess you already know that," I said. "You've had boyfriends, haven't you?" I knew Abi had been out with at least five guys, starting when she was fifteen. I didn't think there was anyone at the moment, but she had broken up with Doug only three months ago. "You think I go around looking at cocks all the time, Tom?" "I don't know, Abs. Do you?" She snickered. "No such luck, Tom." I laughed. "Abi, you have to be joking. You're a hot girl. All my friends would do anything to show you their... well, you know..." Abi laughed back at me, then said, "You really think I'm hot, Tom?" I glanced across at her. "Of course you are, Abi... really hot." The weirdness had just got weirder. I was tossing out compliments to my sister while my cock continued to fill with blood and grow hard. To take my mind of things - as if it was likely to make things any better - I picked up the can of shaving foam and squirted some into my palm then used my fingers to rub it around the base of my shaft. "What's that for?" Abi asked. "I'm going to shave just around here," I said, pointing to the base of my cock where I had rubbed in the foam. "I think that's the important bit." I used my other hand to move my cock aside. It had filled more and was now maybe five inches long, but still only partly erect. With the razor I started to work around the root, being careful not to remove too much. "And your balls?" Abi asked. "Not now," I said. "Maybe, some time, I'll see." Her eyes were fixed on me as I worked. "I think it would look cool if you shaved your balls," she whispered. I swallowed hard and continued to work. It was another five minutes before I finished and wiped the extra foam away with a damp cloth I had brought for that purpose. My cock was now over six inches and had started to lift up from my thigh. When I looked at Abi her smile had gone, and her lips were slightly parted. If I hadn't know better I would have said she was getting horny. "You okay, Ab?" I said. She gave a little start as though I had surprised her. "Uh, yeah, fine Tom. Fine. It's really starting to work now, isn't it?" "You're kidding me now, Abi. You know perfectly well what's happening here." I was feeling unbelievably excited now, and my cock twitched and filled more. Both Abi and I watched as it lifted clear of my leg and started to stand erect, extending and growing as blood filled the vessels and made it stiff. It was almost eight inches long now, and about as big as it got. "When will it go down again?" Abi said, color in her cheeks. I laughed. "You must know about cocks, Ab," I said. "Didn't any of your boyfriends get hard?" "Not like that," she said. "Didn't have one who showed me their cock. Didn't want to see it, to be honest." "But you don't mind looking at mine," I said. "That's different," she said. "You're my brother, you're closer than a boyfriend. We tell each other stuff, don't we, Tom?" "We do," I agreed. We always had been close that way. But that was that way... not this way. "So does it?" She said. "I'm curious. You can tell me anything, Tom, you know that." "Does it what, go down again? And does this arrangement work both ways, Ab? Are you going to tell me things too?" "Yeah, will it go down on its own? And I might. What d'you want to know?" "You know what guys do, don't you? Don't you do the same kind of thing too, when you get horny? I'll tell you what I do if you tell me, Ab." I was turning myself on even more now, and didn't care. "Tell me what guys do, Tom?" Abi said. "If you tell me what you do, I'll think about telling you something back." I couldn't tell if she was kidding or not. She must know what I wanted. "What is it you do?" she asked again. She was definitely flushed now, and was sitting far forward in the chair, her arms hanging down between her legs. It was like she was trying to get as close to me as she could without getting up. My embarrassment and shyness in front of my sister was being swept away by the feelings that ached in my cock and balls. "I rub it... like this," I said, and put my hand around the fat middle section and started to stroke it up towards the engorged head and back down. "And does that make it go down?" Abi said, "It looks to me like it's making it bigger." And she was right. I felt more aroused than I had ever done in my life. The dark head of my cock was huge, purple and engorged, the sharp ridge beneath the head delineating it from the long pale thickness below. Veins showed blue winding along my length, and the central slit at the top was starting to leak clear fluid. "Eventually," I said, rubbing a little faster. "How long does it usually take?" Abi asked. Her voice was soft and husky at the same time. "That depends." "On what?" "On how excited I am." "And how excited are you now, Tom?" "Very," I said. I spread the clear fluid leaking from the head with a fingertip and began to stroke again. "But I should warn you, Ab, you know what's going to happen if I keep doing this." "What's going to happen, Tom?" I couldn't believe she didn't know. I think she wanted me to tell her, to talk about it. "I'm going to cum if I keep rubbing it like this," I said. Already I could feel the ache spreading from my balls, moving back inside my ass. I was going to have to be careful or it would all be over immediately. I had never felt this aroused before. "Tell me what happens when you cum," Abi said. She was definitely teasing me now, but I was turning myself on by talking to her about it and didn't want to stop. "Well, if I keep on rubbing like this," and I stroked myself for a while as she watched. "It starts to leak this clear fluid from the top." I lifted my finger and spread some more around, turned my hand and showed it to Abi. "And then if I rub it some more," and my hand returned to my cock. "I get really excited, and I cum." "You said that. So what happens when you cum?" "I shoot semen out of my cock, Abs," I said. "What's that?" "It's this stuff that comes out. It's white and slippery and sticky at the same time. It shoots out of my cock." "How far, Tom. How far does it shoot, this cum?" "That depends. Sometimes about a foot. Other times maybe two foot." "How long does it take?" "That depends too. Some days it might take fifteen minutes. Other times, if I'm feeling really horny, it might only take two or three." "You've been rubbing a while now, Tom. Are you going to cum soon?" "I think pretty soon, yeah." "Wow... I really want to see that..." she whispered. "You do?" Abi just nodded. "You don't think it's weird, watching me do this?" She took her gaze off my cock for a moment to look at my face and shook her head. "S'not weird, is it?" I was beyond caring. I had felt uncomfortable earlier on, but now my only thoughts were on my cock and the pressure that was building. I stroked my hand from the base to the tip of my cock. Each time it reached the base I could feel the bare skin against my hand where I had shaved myself, and it made me even hotter. I was building a wonderful rhythm now, speeding and slowing, wanting to cum but trying to make myself last. I lowered my other hand and cupped my heavy balls just as they began to tighten and I thought I was about to spurt and bit my lip and held it back. I wanted to cum so much now, but I was still worried about doing it in front of Abi. "You must know about this stuff, Ab," I said. "Girls do this too, don't they?" "I don't have one of those!" Abi said. "You know what I mean," I said, breathing hard now, my words coming out between gasps. "You must - have played - with yourself - down there." "Maybe..." Abi admitted. "But I don't squirt any white stuff," she said. "I suppose not," I grunted. "A little clear stuff, if I'm very excited, but it's not white." "Clear stuff?" I said. "Yeah, clear stuff. I thought," she giggled," I thought I'd peed when I first did it. Then I looked it up and it happens to some girls. Sometimes we squirt a bit." "Fuck Abi, really?" I said. The thought of my pretty sister squirting girl cum out of her pussy was almost more than I could stand and I felt my own cum start to rise inside my cock and I squeezed hard and held it back. "Talk to me, Tom," she said softly. "Tell me what it feels like... describe it to me..." "I might not be... very coherent Abs..." "Just talk," she said. "I'm really close to cumming now, Ab. There's this ache that doesn't hurt... deep inside my balls and... and up inside my ass too..." "Your ass," she whispered, hardly audible. "Yeah... and the whole of my cock feels... feels hot and aches as well... but the head... particularly the head feels so good... and the faster I rub... and I need to rub fast now Abs... I'm so fucking close to cumming now... the faster I... oh fuck, it's cumming Ab... if I rub fast like... like this... oh fuck! Abs I'm cumming now! Here it comes!" I shouted. My balls began to churn and I felt a spasm rise up my cock, from the base to the head, and looked down just as the first thick jet of cum shot out and arced up and onto my chest. "Wow," I heard Abi whisper, and then I was lost to all sensation other than the blasts of cum that rushed out of me and landed on my chest, my stomach and my arms. "Wow," Abi said again, "You didn't say there'd be so much of it. And that is definitely more than two feet!" I giggled, gently rubbing the last wonderful sensations in my cock. "That was quite a load, even for me," I said. "I guess I must have been over-excited." Abi just stared, watching as my cock began to deflate, twitching as it shrank, lying back down against my thigh. I took the damp cloth and began to wipe myself off. Abi got up and came across to me. She stood at the edge of the bed and then reached her finger to my stomach, dipping it into a pool of cum. She lifted her hand to her face and studied it, rubbing it between her fingers. "Not as icky as I thought," she said, and sniffed her fingers. For a moment I thought she was going to lick them, but she lowered her hand and wiped it on the bedclothes. She turned and walked to the door, then looked back at me. "That was fun, Tom. Can I watch you do that again sometime?" "I don't know if that's a good idea, Abi," I replied. Now I had cum I was starting to feel bad about the way I had exhibited myself to my sister. "No? That's a shame, I rather liked the show..." "It just feels a bit, you know... a bit weird." "Why?" "Well... because you're my sister." "And that makes it weird?" She was smiling now, teasing me again, I was sure. "Didn't it feel weird to you, Ab, watching me do that?" She seemed to think about it for a while, looking off to one side, then she shook her head hard, blonde curls flying. "Felt good, to tell the truth. It looked like you got pretty worked up as well - or was that normal for you?" I think I probably blushed. "Well, maybe, yeah, I did get carried away some..." I said. "Hmm," she sighed. "So how about it, Tom?" "How about what?" "Another show next week?" "I don't' know... let me think about it." I was beginning to feel really uncomfortable now, with my shorts still around my ankles, my cock laid back between my thighs, cum cooling on my stomach. Abi grinned wickedly and said, "Tell you what, Tom. You let me watch that again, I might let you do the same back. You were right, girls do stuff as well." I gulped. "Like... you mean..." She smiled wickedly. "Maybe... only maybe though - I need to think about that as well - and it depends on how good a show you can put on next time." Before I could think of anything else to say she turned and went out of my room. Showing It All Ch. 02 This is part two of my story about Abi and Tom and their continued discovery of each other. Part one has been re-written slightly based on some comments, but if you've already read it you can just get going here, because it's not changed much. If you haven't read part one you might want to take a look and see how Tom and Abi begin their journey into forbidden territory. ~~~ The week after my sister watched me trim my pubic hair and then masturbate to a climax in front of her was almost certainly the strangest of my life so far. My mind kept stopping dead and then replaying the events of Sunday afternoon, hardly believing that I had actually done it, trimmed my pubic hair short and then jacked off in front of her. Did I really do that, really allow myself to get that carried away? And I was carried away - it had been the most powerful ejaculation I had ever experienced. Over supper on that first night Abi behaved exactly as she always did: sassy, sarcastic, annoying. I kept glancing across at her, trying to catch her eye, wondering if she felt as confused as I did, but she was talking to Mom and Dad, waving her hands about as she explaining something, and I don't think she even really noticed me. How could that be? A few hours ago she had sat - excited herself, I was sure - and watched as I rubbed my hard cock. The following days were the same, and as they progressed I began to think it had meant nothing to her, or not enough to distract her from normal day to day things. We both worked for my Dad at his car dealership, Abi in the office and me on the sales floor. We could have gone to college, but had somehow drifted into the jobs, vacation work extending beyond the summer and suddenly no decision had been made and we were there. Dad was almost fifty now, and I think we were being groomed to take over. I guess that was okay with me, and Abi had not expressed any feelings one way of the other. When Sunday came around I felt a fluttering in my stomach as Mom and Dad prepared for their shopping trip. Abi and I had been alone together since, but there had always been someone else close by either at home or work. Finally they left, and I wandered through the house looking for Abi. She was nowhere to be found. Great, I thought, so that's it, she's gone out so she doesn't have to be alone with me. I tried to pretend I didn't care, but I was disappointed. The first couple of days after last Sunday, I had felt both guilty and embarrassed. What the hell had I been thinking of? Those feelings began to fade and I had a few days where it seemed like it had not really happened at all - perhaps I had just imagined it? Then on Thursday something flipped and I began to think about Abi, about how she had been obviously aroused at watching me, and wondered if she had done anything about that later on. I began to think of my sister in a sexual way, more than I had ever done before. Sure, I'd gotten excited when I caught glimpses of her in various stages of nudity, and she had seen me naked on a few occasions, but less and less as we grew and became aware of our bodies. I knew I was having inappropriate thought about Abi, but something was changing inside me, and I did not want to let the feelings go. Every time I saw her now I tried to act normally, but my eyes saw her differently. I was looking at her as a sexual object and not as my short, annoying sister. And I liked what I saw. I liked it a lot. I've already said that Abi is fairly short, standing only five-two in her bare feet. But she has always been filled with personality, and that seems to add another six inches. She is slim, with small round breasts. I looked at her bra in the wash basket once and it said 34B, which seems about right. I haven't seen her bare breasts for years now, and certainly not since they filled out to their current size. Abi has naturally curled white blonde hair that falls level with her chin. Her eyes are blue and large. Her nose small with a little turn up at the end. Her mouth is wide and full lipped, and her lips always look moist, and now I couldn't stop imagining how it would feel to kiss them. At work she dresses in a white blouse and dark slacks. At home she changes as soon as she can, and her usual wear is a short cotton top that barely reaches her waist, and gauzy skirts that fall half way down her thighs. I've never seen her wear tights unless she's been going somewhere special, and she hardly ever wears shoes. I think our parents used to think she was a bit of a tomboy, and so did I. That's all changed now. As Sunday wore on I grew more disillusioned. Abi was obviously not coming home any time soon, and I took that to mean she thought last week was a mistake, so I eventually got out my racing bike and went for a tour through the local hills. Everyone was home when I returned and as I passed her Abi grabbed my arm then spun away, holding her nose. "Gross, dude!" she said, "You need a shower." I looked down at my sweat stained tee and cycling shorts and nodded, "Guess so." I looked into her eyes, and for the first time in a week she smiled back at me as though she meant it, as though some hidden message was passing between us. "Supper in fifteen," she said. "Be quick... I know you can," she added. What the? When I came down for supper everything was back to normal, and I wondered if I was just so screwed up now that I had been reading something into the way she acted that wasn't there. But as the second week went on, Abi continued to act differently, and I began to think she was trying to flirt with me. We had always been a tactile family, but she managed to brush against me more than usual, clung to my arm longer than necessary. I also noticed she was wearing her tops even shorter, exposing her flat stomach, her skirts pulled just a little lower so that the sweep of skin below her navel was more exposed. On a couple of occasions I even thought I could see just the top few curls of her bush peeking out. I also noticed that when Mom and Dad were around she managed to pull eveything together and cover herself up. I found myself wandering around half aroused most of the time, and tried to work out if this change was all in my imagination or not - and if it wasn't, would I actually get round to doing anything about it? What started out as curiosity about trimming my pubic hair had turned into something more, and I couldn't decide if it was something good or something bad. After a second long week another Sunday came around, and after lunch Mom and Dad left for the shops. I knew Abi was upstairs. She had been at the gym all morning, and after lunch she had gone up to shower. I went to my room and sat in the armchair, reading, waiting, thinking... aroused... unsure whether to make the first move. I heard the shower shut off. Minutes passed and then Abi walked past my door. She had pulled a fresh tee shirt on, with only small white panties below. I could see her clearly as she passed the door, going towards her room at the end of the hallway. She was carrying a bowl and over her shoulder was draped one of our enormous bath towels. I don't know if she knew I was there, she gave no sign she had seen me. I waited, but did not hear her door close, so got up and went into the hallway. My heart was suddenly beating fast, and I was aware that breathing was difficult. I reached her door to find it half open. Abi was leaning over her bed, laying the big towel down over the covers. She had put the bowl on her cabinet, and I saw it held warm water. Beside it lay a pair of scissors, a ladyshave, and my can of shaving foam. I opened my mouth, then closed it again, drew a breath deep into my lungs and tried to calm myself, started again. "Are you about to do what I think you are?" I said. Abi turned around, not startled, not surprised. I guess she had known where I was all the time. "What do you think that is?" she said. "You look like you're going to shave something, and I don't suppose it's your chin," I said. She poked her tongue out at me. "Could be under my arms. Ever think about that?" "Show me," I said. She lifted her right arm to display a completely smooth expanse of skin. I went a little further into the room. "Are you really going to do it then, Abi?" She lifted up on her toes and looked down at the front of her panties, put her hand over them and pressed her palm lightly against the raised mound where a shadow of pubic hair showed through the thin material. "Yeah, I thought I might," she said, and her voice sounded surprised, as though she had only just now made the decision. "And can I... uh... can I watch you?" "That only seems fair, don't you think?" "It sounds very fair to me," I said. I moved into the room, towards the armchair pushed back against her window. "I thought you might have done this last week." "I would have, but I got my period, and I didn't think you'd want to watch me trimming my pussy in that state." "Maybe not," I said, wondering how gross that would have been. "And it wouldn't be fair to do it and not let you watch." "That's very thoughtful of you," I said, and she poked her tongue out at me again. "Tom, there's a mirror on the dresser there, get it for me will you?" I looked around and saw a small hand mirror, picked it up and handed it to her. Our fingers brushed briefly and then I sat in the chair, twisting myself to position my lengthening cock down the leg of my sweatpants. Abi placed all her implements around her, then turned away from me and put her fingers inside the elastic of her panties. She hesitated, and I studied her round ass hugged tightly inside the sheer cotton. I waited. "I'm shy now," she laughed, looking back over her shoulder at me.. "Yeah?" I said. "Yeah," she replied. I watched her back move as she pulled several breaths deep into her lungs, and then she pulled the thin material down over her ass, quickly exposing her round pale cheeks. She bent forward and slid the tiny slip of material over her thighs, let it drop around her ankles, and then stepped delicately out of them. I watched the firm globes of her ass stretch and accentuate their shape even more as she bent down, and I needed to ease my cock again. Abi climbed onto the bed and crawled to the top of the towel, still turned away from me. That was fine, because I had a great view right into the crack of her ass and up between her legs. The puffy pink lips of her labia lay nestled in fine blonde down. Finally Abi turned and sat against the headboard, her slim legs stretching down the bed. She reached over and picked up the scissors and comb, glanced up at me, then started to trim the hair above her pussy. She was only lightly covered down there to start with, and the pale hair revealed a tight vertical slit that began just below her bush and disappeared down between her thighs. Abi let the cut hair fall on the towel, then took the mirror and opened her legs, raised her knees, and placed the mirror on the towel. She had to adjust it a couple of times until she could see herself clearly, and then as she lowered the scissors to trim around the plump lips of her labia the mirror moved and she cursed. "Fuck," she muttered. "Tom, d'you want to help me out here?" "Uh, yeah, sure," I said, and she looked at me for the first time since she had started. "Hold the mirror for me," she said, and I got up and went across. I knew the bulge in my sweatpants was obvious, but I didn't care. I knelt on the bottom of the bed and picked up the mirror, the back of my hand brushing against Abi's inner thigh. I moved it to where I thought was right and said, "Here okay?" Abi looked away from my face and down at the mirror and nodded, "That's good." She started to trim away at the stray hairs that lay outside her pussy lips. I stared, fascinated, as she worked. I was only a couple of feet away from her, and I could smell the musky sweet scent emanating out from her pussy. It seemed to be all I could smell. The tight slit between her legs had parted as she opened her legs. I could see where the nub of her clitoris nestled beneath its hood. The small revealed area of her inner lips were damp with moisture. "How are you going to do it?" I said. "Uh, I thought I'd shave all around here," she said, pointing to her inner thighs, "and then just kind of see where afterwards. I think I'll probably take the sides away, and maybe a bit off the top. What d'you think?" "I think that would be really cool," I said. "Yeah, that's what I thought too." She snipped the central area of her bush with the scissors, shortening it until about half an inch of hair remained, then put the scissors aside and sprayed foam into her hand. She began to spread it over her shortened pubic hair, over her trimmed bush, until pretty much the entire area was covered. I noticed that she spent longer than was strictly necessary working the foam over and around the lips of her pussy, and that several times she pushed forward as though to meet her fingers. "Have you shaved since the last time, Tom?" she said, startling me from my reverie. "I shaved my balls, like you said I should, "I replied, "That was tough, and scary. I was afraid I was going to cut myself. I'm not sure I did that good a job of it." "Will you show me?" "Now?" She had stopped rubbing the foam over herself, but as she looked at me she started to move her fingers again. "If you like," she said, shrugging, trying to make out she didn't care if I showed her or not. For the last two weeks I had been oscillating between extreme arousal and extreme guilt at what I had done. Now, in Abi's presence, crouching beside her bed with her pussy exposed to me, any reluctance had been totally swept away. "I'll show you when you're finished," I said. "I wouldn't want you getting distracted and make a mistakes." "What makes you think I'd get distracted?" she said. I nodded at her hand. "I think you've probably spread that foam around enough now." She looked down and reluctantly drew her fingers away. "I guess so," she said. "This is it then, yeah?" "This is it," I said. She smiled and picked up the razor, began to draw the double blade inwards from her thighs towards the vertical slit between her plump labia. Short blonde hairs were picked up by the blade and dragged off, and Abi wiped them away onto the cloth, continued to shave between her legs. As the foam was drawn away it left smooth, clean skin behind. Then Abi moved the razor up and I saw her turn it awkwardly around and try to shave down just above her clit. "Difficult?" I said. "I can't see and do it at the same time," she grunted, "The angle's all wrong." "I can do it for you," I said, and waited. "Could you?" she finally said. "I could." "Would you?" I nodded and offered my hand. She hesitated, then handed me the razor. She lay back against the headboard and spread her thighs a little wider. "Careful," she said. "I will be. What do you want me to take off?" She pointed vaguely with her hand. "I want a clean strip just above... you know, just above," she said. "But not much. Just a thin strip so you can... uh, see my, you know." "Your pussy," I said, and felt my cock twitch hard inside my sweatpants. "Yes," Abi said. "So you can see my pussy." I could see what she had been trying to do, so drew the blade down and took a narrow line of hair away above her pussy. I wiped the blade and studied her, shaved away some I had missed. My bare forearm brushed against the inside of her thigh as I worked and I tried to ignore the sensations that ran through me from the contact. I also tried to ignore the view laid out right in front of me: Abi's slim belly sweeping down to her hips, hollowed pockets formed where her legs lifted and parted, her inner thighs pale and flexed, her remaining pubic hair flattered by the foam, the shaved areas clean and smooth. "What about around here," I said, and pointed to the edges of her bush, wanting to touch her there but holding myself back. Abi looked down at me and nodded, "Yeah, some. I'll tell you when to stop." I slid the blade down along her lower stomach, removing a narrow strip of hair and then transferred to the other side and repeated the movement. "A bit more?" I asked. "Yeah, just a little," she said. I repeated the stroke further in, glanced up and she nodded, so I took more off again. She now had a vertical strip of short hair about an inch wide, leading down to a bare gap above her hooded clitoris. "More?" I asked. "Enough, I think," she said, and she had difficulty in speaking clearly. "But a bit off the top, to about here," she said, and placed her finger an inch and a half above her pussy. I lay the blade against her smooth flat skin and drew it down, stopped where she had indicated. I had been tempted to just keep going, to take all of her bush off, but managed to stop myself. "Done?" I said. "I think so, but I need to clean myself up so I can see." I sat up and soaked the washcloth in the warm water and wrung it out, handed it to her. Abi stayed where she was and said, "You do it, Tom." I placed the warm cloth directly over the shaved area and pressed it against her, feeling the firm mound of padding over her pubic bone pushing back, then drew the cloth together and wiped all around her inner thighs, above her pussy, and then gently down over her lips, pressing lightly to clear anything from between them. Abi gave a little hiss as she breathed in through her teeth, and I definitely felt her lift up against the pressure. I wiped her again and then placed the cloth on the towel. I picked up the razor again. "There's a bit I've missed, here, and here," I said. "Okay." I used the razor and cleared the stray hairs, wiped the blade, then ran it over the complete area again until her skin was completely smooth. I rinsed the cloth and wiped her again. She looked unbelievably sexy, and I couldn't believe what I had just done, couldn't believe my sister was lying back on her bed showing me her pussy which was now very nearly bare. A small strip of trimmed pubic hair remained, just over an inch wide and about an inch and a half high. It took all my will power to stop myself dropping my head and putting my mouth over her pussy. I sat back. "All done, Abs," I said. She lay sprawled on the bed, legs apart, her cheeks flushed. "Not quite," she said. "I promised you something, didn't I?" "Promised?" I said. "I watched you. So I promised," she repeated. I smiled. "I'd really like that." "What about you?" she said. "Me? I thought I did my bit last time." "You said you were going to show me your balls. I want to see them." I looked along her lean body into her eyes, then stood up and tugged my sweatpants down. My cock formed a long hard ridge inside my shorts and Abi stared at it. I kicked my sweatpants off and put my hand inside my shorts, turned my cock so it was sticking straight up, the head clear of my waistband. Abi licked her lips and continued to look at me. I pushed my shorts down and kicked them off. "Show me," Abi said. "Come here and show me your balls." Her voice was very quiet, husky, but urgent. I moved up alongside the bed and got as close to her as I could without climbing on. My cock stuck straight out and I turned so it was not pointing directly at Abi. "Closer," she said again, patting the bed beside her. I put one knee on the bed and climbed up. "Open your legs, Tom, show me..." she said. I parted my legs and lifted my cock up so she could see my balls. Pre-cum from my glans wetted my palm. Abi turned her head and moved a little closer, and I was aware she was now very close to me. I could feel her breath warm on my upper thighs, could feel it on my ball sac. Showing It All Ch. 02 Suddenly she laughed softly. "You haven't done a great job, Tom," she said. "What? I thought I did pretty well." "Maybe you needed a hand as well, then. There's stray hair everywhere down here," she waved her finger around close to my aching sac. "And down here," she pointed and then got too close and I felt her fingertip touch me right at the base of my balls. She pulled her hand back. "Down here there's still a whole bunch of hair. I'm going to have to sort you out next time. What d'you think? Am I allowed to clean this all up?" I nodded. "Sure." I tried to mask the tremor in my voice with a cough, but I'm sure she heard it. "D'you want to cum again, Tom?" She glanced down at the hand holding my cock back against my belly. "It looks like you do." "Together?" I said. Abi nodded and nipped her bottom lip between her teeth, "That'd be good," she murmured. I let my cock go and it bounced as it dropped down. Pre-cum had made the head wet and Abi watched as another bead pushed out from the slit in my glans and gathered. "I think I'd forgotten just how big it was," she said. I put my hand around the shaft and looked around. "Where shall I go to do it, Abs? The chair?" She shook her head and lifted her ass up, pulled the towel so it now lay across the bed instead of down. She patted it. "Lie here, beside me, but head to toe so I can watch better, and you can see me too." I gulped and did as she told me, lay partly on my side with my feet up on the headboard. My hips were now opposite Abi's breasts. I turned a little and her pussy was just above my face. "Like this?" I asked. "S'good," she said. I turned to look at her as she put a hand on her stomach and ran it up under her tee shirt, exposing all of her tight belly. "Shall I take this off, too?" She said. I nodded. "I'd like that." She nodded, "Me too," and sat up to pull it over her head. "This as well?" she cupped her white bra in her hands and I nodded again. She reached around and unclipped it, slid the straps over her shoulders and then pulled the cups away from the globes of her breasts. They were not huge, but had a perfect shape, fuller underneath than above, forming pointed tips as they curved to her small, erect nipples. Abi lay back down, and without being asked I wriggled and pulled my own sweatshirt off. She smiled shyly at me and then looked down at herself, turned to display herself more fully, and then lowered a hand and cupped her pussy. She pushed her hips forward and groaned. "Tom, I've been waiting to do this for the last two weeks..." "But I thought..." "I was afraid," she said as she ran a pink fingernail up along the slit between her labia. "I got so excited watching you, I didn't know what to do. I got scared. And then I got guilty and finally I realized I wanted to show you this more than anything else. Even if you are my brother, I don't care, I want to do this. I want to show you this." "I'm glad," I said, stroking myself. I pushed my cock down to stick straight out, so that Abi could see it more clearly. She watched my hand move, and clear fluid leaked from the slit in my cock and spread over the engorged head. "I'm glad too," she said, "And I'm still a bit scared, but we can go slowly, can't we?" "As slow as you want," I said. She nodded and inserted a finger between her lips, parting them, then drew it up to rub her hardened clitoris. Her body gave a little shudder. "But we'll get there, Tom, won't we?" I hardly dared let myself think what she meant, but I nodded, "Wherever you want, Abi," I said. She licked her lips, her shoulder shaking the bed as she rubbed herself. We lay like that for several minutes, looking at each other, holding ourselves, and my slow rubbing was starting to make my balls feel full and heavy. I could feel them drawing up towards my body. Abi watched as they wrinkled and shrank. "Does that mean you're getting close?" she said. She pushed another finger inside herself and began to move more quickly. "It does." "I want us to cum together," she whispered. "How close are you?" I asked, slowing my stroke. She smiled, breathing through her mouth now, "Oh yeah, close." I squeezed the base of my cock hard for a second. "Tell me when you're ready," I said. "You can do that?" she said, "Stop yourself?" I gave a small laugh, "Not usually, no, but for you I'll try." "I'm very close now," she whispered, and her hips were pushing gently up and down as her fingers dipped inside her slit and emerged wet and glistening. She took the fluid and rubbed it around her clitoris, spread it over the smooth shaved area between her thighs. "Very - very - close - now." I began to stroke myself again, allowing the feeling to spread. Abi was pumping her hips against her fingers, her legs jerking as she worked herself, and one foot strayed across and touched my arm. She pulled away, then slowly put her foot back against me and left it there, where it jiggled against me as her movements became frantic. "Close... Oh God Tom, now, fuck it, now!" she screamed. "I'm cumming now!" She grabbed her breast with one hand, the other wildly probing deep inside her pussy, then spread her legs wide so that the foot that had been touching my arm slid over and lay across my chest, her pussy almost rubbing against my stomach. As she fucked herself the back of her hand brushed against mine. "Now, now, now!" she screamed and I watched as a jet of clear fluid shot between her fingers and splashed between us. Some landed on my belly and the sight and feeling of its warm slipperiness dragged me over and I groaned. "I'm cumming, Abi," I said. My balls tightened up and I felt the first spasm grip me. A thick white spray of semen exploded from my cock and arced between us, spattered across Abi's stomach and thighs. She was still pumping her hips, squirting more fluid on me, and she grabbed her free hand over mine and pulled my cock around so I was pointing towards her. Her hand gripped mine and moved it up and down and I shot another stream which she directed onto her stomach. I groaned and came again and spattered her breasts. I thought the last time had been cataclysmic, but this was ten times more. I had no idea I could shoot so much cum. Abi's hand gripped mine as I shot load after creamy load onto her until finally there was no more left. I stopped rubbing, and Abi released my hand. I collapsed back onto the bed and placed my palm on the wet splash across my stomach. That was Abi's fluid, I knew, and I ran my hand around in it and then lifted it to my face. I inserted a finger into my mouth and tasted it. It was sweet, slightly sticky, and definitely not pee. Abi watched me, then put her own hand in the slippery cum I had covered her with. She was far more coated than I was, and I still couldn't believe how much I had shot onto her. Abi seemed soaked in it from her breasts to her thighs. She ran her fingers through it and then lifted them to her mouth in turn. She rubbed the wetness over her lips, then darted out her tongue and licked it off. All the while she held my gaze with hers. She lifted her hand again, and put her fingers into her mouth this time, licking them clean. "That is so fucking hot, Ab." I said. She nodded. "I thought it might taste icky," she said. "And does it?" She shook her head. "Tastes nice." "I love you," I said. "I love you too, Tom," Abi said. I rubbed my hand over her foot where it lay across my chest, resisting an urge to let my hand continue up to her thigh. "Is this going to happen again, Abs?" She smiled and nodded, "You bet. I'm going to make sure Sunday afternoons are free from now on." I kissed her foot. "I'd like that. And..." "What, Tom?" "We'll only do whatever you want, Abs. You only have to say no and we'll stop." "I don't think I want to say no, Tom," she whispered, and I felt my wilting cock twitch. Showing It All Ch. 03 It was Tuesday evening when, over supper, Dad said "Tom, Abi, something's come up next weekend." He looked at us both, an expression on his face I couldn't read, and Abi and I looked back, waiting. "Would you two be OK on your own, if your mother and I go out of town?" "What's up?" I asked. "You remember Don Martin? He's the main Toyota agent for the region. He's arranged a golf tournament out on the coast, and he says we have to go. Everyone will be there. All the main people, a couple of high-ups flying in from Japan. He says if we want to expand, we need be there. Both your mother and I need to be there." "Sounds important," Abi said. "You have to go." "You can manage the garage on Saturday, you're both old enough and experienced enough now. I'll make sure everyone knows you're running the show." "This will be good for business," I said. "You have to do it. How do you feel about it, Mom?" Our mother smiled. She was good looking, but quiet and unassuming. She always went along with whatever Dad wanted. She would do the same this time. "I think I might enjoy myself," she said. "All the other wives are going to be there, and I know most of them, so it's going to be just a get together for us. The men will be playing golf, boasting about how good business is. I can enjoy the health club, get a massage and chill out. It'll be wonderful." And that was it. Early Saturday morning they got into Dad's new Lexus and waved as they drove away. I turned to Abi as we walked back inside. I wanted badly to grab her and tear her clothes off right then, but I did nothing. Now we had the house to ourselves until Tuesday morning. Now it was real. There was nothing to stop us doing anything - anything - we wanted. Nothing except ourselves. It wasn't quite 8 a.m. and we needed to be at the showroom in thirty minutes to open up. The drive was fifteen minutes. I pushed the front door closed and Abi stopped in the hallway and turned to me. "What d'you want to do tonight then, Tom?" She said. There was a tiny, wicked smile on her lips, and she looked sexier than I had ever seen her. I shrugged. "I'm easy," I said. She laughed. "I'd guessed that! Wanna hang out here and chill?" "Sure," I said. "Alice wanted me to go around to her place. She wants to have a girls night and watch movies and bitch about guys." "Uh-huh," I said. "Ask her round here. I like Alice." Abi moved towards me and punched me on the shoulder. "I bet you do. But no way. I'll tell her I'm busy." "And are you going to be busy?" "I might be," she said. This time when she reached and touched my shoulder her hand was flat and her touch soft. "We might find something to do, yeah?" "Yeah," I said, my voice tight. "Work." Abi said, suddenly serious. "Get your ass in gear and let's go sell some cars. Show Dad we can do this." Abi and I rode into work together, she quiet in the right hand seat, staring out through the window for the short drive. As soon as I'd opened the showroom she climbed the spiral staircase to the upper floor. I saw her disappear from site and pictured her sitting at her PC. I couldn't imagine her working, but I wasn't sure what I imagined her doing. Ever since Dad's announcement on Tuesday I had been unsettled, fighting the wild thoughts that raced around inside my head. Fighting the big thought that kept pushing everything else aside - would I get to touch Abi tonight? How far would we go? If she was willing, did I really want to fuck my sister? And then - God, if she did let me, I'd need some condoms. Where the hell could I get those without everyone knowing? Soon the rest of the staff began to drift in. Mike and Helen, who were married, arrived first, then Pat on his own, and finally Wendy - the gorgeous, fragrant Wendy. "Hi Tom," she said, sashaying in, swaying her hips as she walked past me, and I turned to watch her move along the length of the showroom to her desk at the far end. It was probably the thought of what Abi and I might do tonight, but everything was turning me on today. Not that Wendy didn't usually turn me on. Wendy was in her mid twenties, married to a salesman who was often away from home. She was formed as though someone had sat down, taken all the elements that made up a woman, thrown away the poor parts and put only the best into one package: Wendy. She had shoulder length black hair that curled around a pretty face. Her eyes were large, light brown with tiny flecks of green, framed by long lashes. Her cheekbones were high and sculpted, her nose small with a little button turn up at the end. Her mouth was wide and she had the kind of puffed lips you thought only came about through surgery, but they had been like that as long as I'd known her. From her elegant neck down things got even better. Her boobs were high and firm and large, always with some cleavage showing because she either wore a low cut dress, or a blouse as today, one more button undone than was normal. Her waist was tiny and her hips blossomed out from there. Her ass filled her skirt wonderfully, and her legs were long and lean. She always wore high heels, and whenever she walked her hips swayed. She turned around as she reached her desk and stared back down the showroom at me. "Are you okay, Tom?" she said. "You look a bit flushed today." I coughed and turned away. "Fine, Wendy. Fine." Until recently Wendy had been my fantasy woman. I had lost count of the number of times I had jacked off to images of her, at least twice a week, sometimes twice a day, particularly if she had been in a sassy mood at work. There were just some days when she seemed to take great pleasure in teasing me. She must surely have know the effect she had, and she would stand too close so I was enclosed in the scent of her perfume, accidentally brush against me as she passed, bend down to put a file away and make sure I could see directly down her blouse and into that soft valley between her pale breasts. Unfortunately for me, given my erotic thoughts about my sister, that Saturday seemed to be one of Wendy's more outrageous days. Before we had even opened up she squeezed past me to reach for a file on a couple who were due to pick a new car up, then bent down and I'm sure deliberately stuck her ass out towards me. "Sorry Tom, was I in your way?" she said as she straightened up with the file and went back to her own desk. I just watched her go and then went to open the main doors. The funny thing was, for all the way Wendy flirted, I never felt that she would ever take it any further. It was all show, all teasing, and nothing more. There was something, under all the show, of someone innocent and a maybe just a bit hurt. The day was long, and I needed something to distract me, but early there were few customers. By eleven only five people had come onto the lot, and only one of those had walked inside. I told Mike I was going upstairs and climbed the spiral staircase to the upper floor. It was here that Abi and Helen worked, processing orders, arranging finance for customers, checking stock levels and arranging for deliveries. Depending on the time of year they might be working flat out, at other times, like now, they were quiet and I often found them reading, messing around, or surfing the web. Today was a web day. I pulled a chair up next to Abi, making sure I was sitting a correct distance from her, and looked at what she was doing. Abi and Helen had deep desks pulled back to back with a low barrier between them. Neither could see the other's screen unless they deliberately walked around. Which today was a good thing. Abi had a web page up showing pictures of shaved female genitals. I leaned in close and whispered, "What the fuck are you doing?" She glanced at me and smiled sweetly. "No one can see. I was curious what it would look like if I shaved everything off." I looked at the image currently displayed. A naked woman showing from the knees to the shoulders, legs slightly parted, her pubic area completely hairless, the inner lips of her labia just showing. I felt my cock respond and sat back. "You'd look good," I whispered. Helen looked around her monitor and smiled at us in a distracted way, maybe wondering what we were whispering about. Abi leaned towards me and said, "D'you think Wendy shaves completely? I bet she does." "Wendy?" I said. Abi smirked. "Don't tell me you haven't thought about Wendy!" I shrugged. Abi laughed softly and Helen glanced over at us again, then went back to her screen. "I've seen the way your tongue hangs out when she's around. And I've seen the way she acts as well. I bet she'd let you fuck her if you tried." "But she's almost thirty," I said. "And besides, she's way out of my league. And another besides - I don't think she would," I added, still whispering. "There's something wrong there, something off." Abi looked at me and pulled a face. "But you do think she's more beautiful than me, don't you?" Shit! "No, of course she's not... just different. You know how I feel about you, Abs." I looked at her with a puppy dog face, hoping I might be forgiven. "I think she's more beautiful... in a kind of slutty way. You do think she's slutty, don't you?" A way out? I tried for it. "Of course she is." "Her husband seems nice though." "He's okay, I guess," I said. I didn't really know him, had met him only a couple of times at staff barbecues. To be honest he'd always struck me as too macho for his own good. I could imagine him out on the road, bedding any woman that fell for him, while the gorgeous Wendy waited alone at home. Just thinking about it sent me off on a little fantasy: Wendy alone, having to find ways to satisfy the needs her husband was neglecting; Wendy in the bath pleasuring herself; Wendy in bed with a small dildo... Abi clicked on the back link and then selected a different web page. This time there was a picture of a naked man, also completely shaved. "What about this?" she asked. I looked. "What about it?" "Are you ready for that?" "I'm not sure," I said. "But I bet you'd like me completely shaved, wouldn't you?" Abi moved her leg so it was pressed against mine and smiled sweetly at me. "Would you like to help me do that later on tonight?" "If you need some help, sure." She leaned close to me and whispered. "I'll let you shave me - shave me completely - but only if you let me do the same to you." "I dunno about that, Abs. What if someone sees me?" "Who's going to care? Tell them you like it. Don't tell them anything." "I dunno," I said again. The phone on Helen's desk rang from an internal line and she picked up, listened, then looked at me. "It's Mike. There's a hot prospect downstairs and he wants to know if you feel like going for the deal." "Me?" I said. Dad never let me close a deal. "Yeah, you, Tom. We've been told you're in charge today." She smiled. "Uh, okay, tell him I'll be down now." She nodded and passed the information on. I wriggled in my chair, reluctant to get up immediately in front of Helen, reluctant to let her see the arousal Abi had caused. But I couldn't just sit there. Abi saved me by passing over a glossy brochure containing details on the new Lexus range, and I used that to cover myself as I stood and walked back to the stairs. I kept my face turned directly ahead, not looking at either Abi or Helen. Coming down the spiral steps I could see a tall man and willowy woman talking with Mike and Wendy. "Ah, this is Tom, our senior salesman, I'll let him tell you a bit more about the LS 600h," Mike said, then added, "Tom, this is Mr. and Mrs Graham. They're new to town, moved into Manor Heights and they're interested in the new LS - the hybrid model." I shook hands and walked them over the showroom to the display car, opened the doors and let them sit inside, smell the deep leather. The husband sat behind the wheel. Nine times of of ten it was always the man who sits behind the wheel. He ran his hands over the wood rim, cupped the large auto selector in his palm. "I can take you out for a test drive if you like," I said. "We have a demonstrator in this exact same model." He looked up at me and smiled, and I could feel the deal was almost done. He was physically aroused by this car. His wife sat beside him, smiling as well, leaning far back into the deep seats and stretching her slim legs out. "Just let me get the keys and we'll take it out," I said. I led them outside to where a dark blue model sat and opened it with the remote then handed the key fob to the man. "You drive," I said, and slid into the huge back seat. "What do you drive now?" I asked. "Mercedes," he said. "Nice car." "Very nice," he said. He slid the fob into its slot under the wheel and pressed a button on the dash. From the silence inside you couldn't tell the engine had started, and in fact it hadn't. Mr. Graham pressed down on the accelerator and we moved away in complete silence. The electric motor would power us for half a mile. When the engine did kick in, the silence inside didn't change "So why d'you want to change? I know the Lexus is a beautiful car, and probably the most advanced technology you can buy, but the Merc's pretty good too." "Oh, we'll probably keep the Mercedes," his wife said as her husband pulled out of the lot. He turned left with the traffic, heading out of town. "How far can we go?" he asked. "As far as you like. Just so long as I'm back in an hour, or they'll send out the cavalry. Why not take it up to the freeway and along to exit 4, then back along the country roads so you can get a feel for different surfaces." He nodded. "Sounds good." Once on the freeway the guy, after doing the usual business of kicking down to see what acceleration was like (phenomenal), he pulled it back to just under seventy. I pointed out the stalk to set cruise control and he removed his foot from the accelerator. All was hushed and smooth inside the car. "So this would be an additional purchase," I said. "The Merc's smaller. We thought Abi could have it as her car and I'd get something bigger. This feels good... Tom?" He raised his voice up at the end, unsure if he had remembered my name correctly. "Tom, yeah," I said, smiling. The first exit was coming up and he indicated and pulled off, swung around underneath and got back going in the other direction. "Me too," he said, and I was confused, not sure what he was talking about. "I'm Tom as well. I've seen enough," he added, "Let's go back and cut a deal. How about this demonstrator - is it available now?" I swallowed. Now I would have to come up with a sweetener, and I just hoped whatever it was Tom Graham would bite, and when Dad got back he wouldn't ball me out for being too easy. As it turned out, a small discount and the offer of a couple of low-cost options sealed the deal and within an hour all papers were signed. Tom Graham was obviously not short of money, because he paid the full amount using a black American Express card, the kind that has no limit. It certainly made no objection to the $110,000 he put on it that afternoon. By three everything had been arranged and cleared and arrangements were made for them to pick the new car up Tuesday. As I walked back in from the lot after seeing them off, all the staff burst into a round of applause. Abi kissed me on the cheek, then Helen, and finally Wendy, pressing those large soft breasts against me and kissing me on the mouth. Arousal time again, and I wondered if I was going to make it until tonight. By six o'clock everyone else had left, and I locked up the showroom and walked across to where Abi waited in our car. As I slid in behind the wheel it suddenly struck me I was following the stereotypes I had noticed earlier. I got out, walked around and opened Abi's door, and said, "Drive us home." She slid across, climbing over the central arm-rest, and I sat in the passenger seat. "Did you mean what you said earlier?" I asked as she drove. Abi drove well, fast enough, but without the aggression most men have. "What did I say earlier?" she said. "About tonight. Letting me shave you," I said. "As long as it goes both ways. You really screwed that job on your balls, Tom. I simply have to sort that out." "Okay," I nodded. "You hungry?" she asked. I thought about it, and realized I was very hungry. I had missed lunch because of the deal on the Lexus. But I had other things on my mind than hunger - food could wait. "I could eat," I said. "But I'm not in a rush." "Good," she said. "Good?" She nodded. "Good." I turned in the seat to look across at her. She held her hands in the perfect position on the wheel, her slim body relaxed in the seat, and she was absolutely, completely gorgeous. "I'm feeling really excited, Abs - and very nervous." "Me too," she said, staring ahead. I reached across and touched her leg, high up, my fingers curling inwards on her thigh, and she smiled. "Tom..." "What is it?" "You wouldn't believe how wet I've been all day. My panties are completely soaked through." "Hmm," I said. "We'd better do something about that, then." "You can't fuck me, Tom," she said. "There's no way I'm going to risk getting pregnant, not to my own brother." "We could call in somewhere, get something." She shook her head. "We'll work it out. I don't want to stop now." I stroked her leg and let my hand drift up, my little finger touching her directly over her pussy. "Stop, or I'm gonna lose control," she said. "That's what I'm hoping," but I pulled my hand back as Abi turned into our drive and parked up in front of the house. I opened the front door and held it for her, followed her in and closed it behind me as she turned and put her arms around my waist and lifted her mouth to mine. Before, we had only ever kissed like brother and sister. This time it was different. Her lips opened and her tongue darted out to meet mine. Our kiss lasted minutes, changing, becoming deeper and more desperate, and then she pulled back and looked into my eyes. "Let's go shower," she said. I followed her up the stairs and into the family bathroom she and I shared, watched as she unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off. I removed my own shirt, unbuttoned my pants and tugged them off. My cock was unbelievably hard, and had left a large wet patch on the font of my shorts. Abi hesitated for a moment in her bra and panties, looking at me, looking down at the ridge in my shorts, then she reached around and unclipped her bra, then pulled her panties down. She had been right about them. The front was soaked from her juices, and once she was naked I could smell the sex rising off her body. I pulled my own shorts down and stepped towards her, wrapped my arms around her and let my erect cock flatten against her belly. She lifted on her toes, pressing her naked breasts against me, her hard nipples rubbing against my chest, and we kissed again. Abi turned on the shower and said, "Sensible now, Tom. I don't want your hand slipping." I nodded as she stepped under the water, and I followed behind her with the shaving foam and a razor. "Now?" I said. She bit her lower lip and nodded. The shower cubicle in our bathroom was large, and she slid down the tiled wall and parted her legs. She had not shaved since the previous week and very short stubble had started to form. I grabbed the shower head with its long hose and knelt in front of her, sprayed the jet of water onto her belly and down onto her pussy. She moaned and twitched. "Careful Tom, or you're going to make me cum." "D'you want to cum first?" I said, playing more water over her pussy. She shivered each time the spray touched her plump labia. Showing It All Ch. 03 "Shave me first," she said, and put her hand on mine and directed the spray away. Her face and chest were already flushed, and the nipples on her full breasts were harder than the last time I had seen them. I squeezed foam into my palm and leaned forward, not even thinking about not doing this to her. I started to apply the foam to her pussy, rubbing it into the small patch of pubic hair that remained, massaging it over the stubble that had regrown. As I worked Abi slid further down until she was almost completely prone in the shower, her thighs parted widely. I stopped rubbing the foam into her before she stopped me again, and began to draw off the stubble from her labia and the sides of her pussy. Then I looked into her eyes and placed the razor flat above the small remaining patch of hair. Abi nodded and I drew it straight down. "No going back now," I said. "Don't want to," she grunted. A strip of hair had been removed, leaving two smaller lines either side. I removed these as well, then re-applied the razor all over her pubic area to remove every last trace of hair. When Abi was clear I sprayed her again to clear the foam and she grunted and shivered. "Like that?" I said. "That's fucking awesome," she said. "This?" I sprayed her pussy again and she groaned. She looked amazing, completely clear of hair, displaying herself for me. "Fuck Tom, keep that up and I'm going to cum." "This?" I said again, spraying directly onto the hard nub of her clitoris poking out above her pussy. "Fuck yeah," she hissed, then, "Do it, Tom... make me cum..." There was a tiny edge of desperation in her voice, and I could partly imagine how she felt, waiting all day... like I had. Her entire body was trembling, the flush spreading down over her chest and breasts. I continued to direct the spray onto her pussy, occasionally lifting it to splash across her breasts, then quickly back down. Abi now lay completely prone, her legs wide, allowing me to direct the hard spray onto her aroused pussy. Her head lay in the water pooled in the shower tray, her blonde hair soaking and spread around her. She started to push her hips upwards towards the water, her hands flat at her sides, making no move to touch herself, just getting off on the pressure of water against her sex. I moved the spray head and let water jet directly up along her thighs, splashing into her parted pussy lips, spraying down between her legs and onto her ass. "Nnn," Abi grunted, her trembling growing stronger, her thighs twitching. "Almost cumming now..." I sprayed up onto her lower belly, down to her pussy, up into the crack of her ass, over her inner thighs, directly into her pussy, splashing water onto her clit, and Abi pulsed her hips and began to shake. "Cumming..." she hissed, and arched her back and groaned deep in her throat. Her fingers were curled against the tiled floor, her eyes closed tight. "Nnn," she grunted again, and amongst all the water spraying onto her I still clearly saw the jet of fluid that arced out from her opened pussy lips and splashed out onto my legs. "Yes... ," she hissed. "Fuck yes..." I allowed the spray to continue, even after she had stopped shaking, but slowly let it drift up along her stomach, over her breasts, around her neck. Slowly, Abi opened her eyes and smiled lazily at me. "Enjoy that?" I said. "Fuck Tom, I've been waiting to cum like that all day. I've never cum that fast before. Thank you." She grabbed my arm and pulled herself up and kissed me, her slippery wet body sliding against mine. "Now," she said. "Your turn." She picked up the can of foam and razor from where I had dropped them and directed me to lie down. I did as she indicated, laying on my back on the warm tile floor, water and spray splashing everywhere around us. My cock jutted up hard above my heavy ball sac, and when Abi ran the spray over it I jumped and knew why she had cum so quickly. The feel of the hard spray of water on my cock and balls felt incredible. But then she moved it away and applied foam, rubbing it in all around my cock and over my balls. I lay back and let the incredible feeling spread as my sister's slim fingers moved over me. She used the back of her hand to push my cock aside one way, then the other, finally holding it down with her palm as she lathered me above. Finally, she began to shave me. She started at the edges of my pubic hair, working her way inwards, and I lay back with my head propped on the tiles and watched as she slowly removed all of the hair above my cock. The sight of my naked skin being revealed aroused me even more. Then she moved down to my ball sac and I twitched as the razor ran over them, scraping away the hair I had missed. She put her hand against my thigh and pushed it, parting them to allow better access and she said, "Lift you hips, Tom, I can't reach down here." I lifted and she bent right down and applied the razor to the base of my balls. "No good," she said, "Turn around." I was completely in her power now. I rolled over and knelt in front of her, felt her spray water and then more foam on me. "I'm going to shave your ass as well," she said. I nodded, my head hanging down, and gasped as she rubbed foam into the crack of my ass and her fingertips slid over my asshole. No one had ever touched me there before, and I had never even considered being touched there, but when Abi's fingers slid over my ass I became instantly aware how sensitive that area was. I felt Abi start to shave the base of my balls where she couldn't reach before, then up along the inside of my cheeks. She sprayed water to wash the shaved hair away, then sprayed more foam and returned to her task. Finally she was done, and splashed the warm water over my ass, into my crack and down over my balls. I let her play the water over my cock from underneath, and it felt wonderful, but I knew it wasn't enough to make me cum. And I wanted to cum badly. Eventually I turned around and took the spray from Abi, stood and turned off the shower. Then I put my hand around my cock and started to rub. "Have to finish myself off, Abs. Before I explode." "No," she said, still kneeling in front of me. "I've got to, Abs," I said, rubbing harder. "No," she said again, and grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away. "Me," she said, and put her small hand around me. "I want to make you cum," she said. "Fuck..." I groaned, and looked down as she began to rub me fast. "Not here," I said, "In your bedroom." We dried off quickly, and very badly, and Abi led the way through to her bedroom next door. I followed, reveling in the sight of her naked back, her tight butt jiggled as she walked ahead of me. She pulled me onto the bed, rolled me onto my back and knelt beside me, studying my unbelievably hard cock. I had never felt as I did then, never felt as on edge, as ready to cum but unable to, as aroused and ready for anything. Abi reached over and touched me above my cock, rubbing her fingers over the clean shaved places. Moving down she brushed the base of my cock with the back of her hand, then moved to my balls. She slid down so her face was close to my balls, studying them, her lips parted, her eyes wide. Her fingers stroked my sensitive ball sac, teased down to the area between them and my asshole and I twitched and my cock jerked and swayed. Finally, she lifted her hand and placed it around my cock, started to stroke me. "Quick," she said. "I'm going to be." "Quick," she said again, and leaned towards me so her mouth was inches from my cock. I could feel her hot, damp breath brushing against the engorged head of my cock. Was she going to, I wondered? Was she? Then she moved closer, her lips still closed, and let the tip of my cock run along them. She drew the slicked head of my cock sideways along her lips in one direction, then back, before starting to rub me again, this time planting tiny kisses on my engorged glans. She moved to kiss along the side, pecking at the sharp ridge all around, then moved back to the head and this time she opened her lips slightly and took me part way into her mouth. "Abi no," I said, "I'm going to cum any second." She drew back and looked upwards, rubbing me slowly. "Cum then, brother. Cum in my mouth, if you want?" "Oh fuck, yeah," I said. "Are you sure, Abs?" She went back down against me and opened her mouth wider, slid my cock inside. I guess she was sure. Her lips were tight, my cock engorged and almost too large for her mouth. She still had her hand wrapped around the base, still rubbing me, but now her head rocked back and forward, and the top two inches of my cock slid in and out of her mouth. "Are you really sure, Abs?" I grunted, wanting to give her one more chance. All she did was nod and take another half inch inside, her tongue working hard around the ridge of my cock, and I couldn't hold it any longer and let the cum surge up through my cock and into her mouth. The first jet felt enormous and as it exploded into Abi's mouth she jerked back, then deliberately pulled herself back onto my cock as I shot a second load in between her lips. When the next jet came I jerked back and sideways, and my cock pulled free of her mouth, and this time I sprayed her lips and chin. She worked her hand hard, milking me as I came again, then again for the final time. My body gave way, and I collapsed onto my side, cock wilting, but not by much, still heavy and long, and Abi stroked it gently with her fingers, looking at it, then looking up into my eyes. We lay together on top of her covers, facing each other. My hands found her breasts and stoked them, tracing their heavy weight as they dipped sideways, one lying against her covers, the other meeting it, the deep cleft between warm and inviting. I licked the curved undersides and sucked her nipples into my mouth, one after the other. Then I stroked her chest and neck and shoulders, exploring every inch of her skin, finding hidden erogenous zones below her ear, inside her upper arm, along the ribs below her breast but only on the left side and not the right. She twitched when I stroked the hollows formed between her upper leg and her belly. The insides of her calves were sensitive, and feeling bolder I turned her over and explored her back. More sensitive areas revealed themselves to me. The small spot between her neck and shoulder blades, just where the groove over her spine began. The curved upper swell of her butt, directly where the deep valley began, but also slightly higher and either side. Her full firm buttocks seemed equally sensitive, but I avoided the cleft between them and moved down to explore her legs. When I licked the hollowed spot on her inner thighs she shivered. The backs of her knees and the area between her heel and her sole caused her to groan. Then I worked my way back up, touching, kissing and licking every inch, stopping and giving special attention to the areas I had found before, and also to those I discovered on my return journey. Abi lay face down, her head turned to one side, a smile on her lips. She was completely relaxed, giving herself over to the pleasure she was taking from my touch. I reached her ass again and slid a finger down between her thighs and ran it along the slit of her pussy, pushed the tip of a finger inside onto the oiled inner folds. Abi lifted herself to allow me greater access, and I inserted a second finger and pushed both inside. She breathed out heavily and then clenched her ass cheeks together, trapping my fingers before she relaxed and let me draw them out. I put both fingers into my mouth, tasting her tangy juices, then slid my wetted fingers back inside her. I put my face down and kissed the back of her thighs, the scent of her pussy encompassing me and filling my nose and mouth. I slid my arm under her leg and pulled her around until she lay on her side. I parted her legs and pushed my head between them, pushed my tongue directly in between the wet lips of her pussy. Abi gasped and her hand gripped the back of my head. I licked the folds and crevices of her pussy, searched and found the small nub of her clitoris and sucked it between my lips. I inserted both fingers far into her pussy and placed my thumb behind them in the space where her pussy ended and just before her asshole. I let saliva drip onto my thumb and stroked her in that sensitive spot and then, when she offered no resistance, moved my thumb back and touched the tight bud of her asshole. Abi sighed and wriggled, lifted a leg and lay it over my shoulder, and when she was finished her buttocks had parted more, presenting me with clear access both front and rear. I let more saliva drip onto my thumb and then added the finger of my other hand, running it up along the crack of her ass and then back down, tracing over her smooth asshole, hesitating there and pressing lightly against the dip that led to her back entrance. My mouth was still on her pussy, alternating between her inner folds and her clit. Then I let my tongue drift down and back, touched her in the narrow space between the end of her pussy and her asshole and she jerked at the touch. I wetted my finger and placed it directly onto her asshole and applied pressure. Abi moaned and pushed her ass back against my finger. I moved my hand back, keeping the pressure constant, then when she relaxed I pressed and the tip of my finger, up to the top of the nail, slid inside her asshole. I stopped, waiting. My fingertip was enclosed in the tight circle of her asshole, and I waited still. "More," Abi whispered. I withdrew my fingertip, rolled her back onto her stomach, and traced my tongue back until it met her asshole. She shivered and moaned again. I let saliva drip from my lips onto her ass, returned my finger to the dark pink opening and turned it, moistening her, then slid the finger deeper, to the first joint. "Mmm," Abi murmured. I pushed again, to the second joint and she pushed her ass back to meet me and I didn't pull back this time and slid inside to the top of my finger. I turned it, moistening her inner back passage, then drew back to the top joint and pushed it back in. I repeated this action several times. As my finger moved out I allowed more saliva to drip onto her asshole and each time I slid back inside the movement was easier. "More..." Abi said. "You like that," I whispered into her ear. "More," was her only response. I slid back down along her back and moistened a second finger and slid it into her ass. She was tighter now, offering more resistance now a second finger was added, and she breathed in sharply when I pushed them into her ass. I drew back, afraid I was hurting her, but she moved her arm back and grabbed my wrist and pulled my fingers back into her ass. "More," she whispered. I pushed both fingers in to the second joint and when she lifted her ass to meet them pushed harder and slid them all the way inside. More saliva, more lubrication, and I wondered if a third finger was possible. The thought of the third finger had made my cock rigid. Three fingers seemed a lot. Three fingers seemed almost as much as my cock, and the idea that I might actually do what was in my head almost made me cum. Abi twisted, lying more on her side than her stomach, and raised one leg over my waist. Her ass became rounder, firmer, but also opened below me. I raised myself up, sliding along Abi's back and whispered into her ear, "What do you want, Abi? Tell me what you want." "I want you..." she whispered. "Fuck me... I want you to fuck me..." "I want to fuck you, too," I said. "Then fuck me." I lifted myself closed and slid my cock straight into her pussy and he gasped and looked down at me. I pushed, feeling her tightness give way and buried myself all the way inside the slick warmth of her cunt. I was trembling, trying hard not to shoot my load straight inside her Abi pushed me with the flat of her palm on my belly. "No," she said. "You can't, not there... but fuck me in my ass, Tom... please... I need you inside me..." I kissed behind her ear, in the sensitive spot I had found earlier. I withdrew my cock and then slid up between her legs, holding her waist, turning her so one leg lay down, the other slid along my waist, my cock running up along her thighs. "Are you sure, Abi?" I felt her nod. "Fuck my ass, Tom. I want your cock inside my ass. All the way, Tom. Put your cock all the way in my ass." I moved position, letting my long hard cock rest against the firm curve of her ass and she smiled and said, very softly, "Yes..." I moved again and let my cock rest in the valley between the cheeks of her ass, let it rest beside my fingers that were still fully inserted inside her tight asshole. She moved her upper leg, laying it along my stomach, the bottom of her thigh pressing against me. Her round ass lay open, slick with my saliva, and I lifted and placed the tip of my cock against her asshole, next to my fingers. "Yes," Abi said again. I slid my fingers back out and placed my cock in the place they had been. The swollen, engorged head of my cock looked huge where it rested against the tightness of her asshole. I applied a little pressure and watched as the tightness yielded very slowly. I remained outside, but had opened the passage into her anus. I pulled back and Abi shook her head and murmured, "Fuck me..." I quickly let more saliva drip onto her asshole and then placed my cock back against her and she sighed and smiled. I pressed again and once more she yielded, and this time I let the pressure continue and slowly, slowly she opened for me. Suddenly the resistance parted and the head of my cock slid inside, the ridge trapped inside Abi's ass. "More..." she said, and I pressed, watched as half an inch slid inside and then she was tight and I stopped. Abi shook her head and whispered, "More..." again. Her left arm came back and her hand gripped my waist, urging me on. I increased the pressure, watched as my rigid cock bent and then started to slide in. One inch, two... three. Abi moaned and I stopped but she shook her head quickly and said that word again: "More..." I pushed. Four inches, five, and now Abi was moving her hips to meet me, rocking herself against my cock, and I slid my left hand down over her pussy, sliding fingers inside her, my index finger against her clitoris, and I felt her immediately begin to twitch and almost as once she gave a little yelp and jerked and I felt that now familiar warm gush wash over my hand as she came. "Hard, Tom," she grunted. "Fuck me hard in my tight little ass..." I started to pump against her, trapped inside her ass, each time sliding a little further into her anal passage. Still with my fingers in her pussy I forced almost the full length of my cock inside her. She lay sprawled on her side, large breasts swaying as I pumped into her, eyes closed. I wanted to cum badly, and also wanted to make it last. I lifted my wet hand and rubbed it over her breasts, pulled on her hard nipples and twisted them. My cock was buried hard between the parted cheeks of her ass, my balls sliding against her inner thigh. When Abi started to shake with her second climax I couldn't hold it any more. The most powerful orgasm I had ever felt started deep inside my own ass as my semen boiled and forced itself out along my cock. I grunted and tried to hold myself back but it was too strong and the first jet of cum shot out and into Abi's ass, lubricating her passage even more and I had to push, had to sink all the way, and I fucked her wildly, beyond control or restraint, my cock buried all the way inside her tight firm ass as I shot a second load of cum inside her, shot again and again and then collapsed onto her back, both my body and hers wet again but now with our own sweat. Showing It All Ch. 03 I couldn't tell if Abi came again or not when I spurted into her, but I think she may have. She let me lie on top of her, half off and half on, and reached back with her arm and put it over my hip. We lay for several minutes as we felt my cock soften and gently slide back out from her ass. I moved slightly and it slid all the way out and I lay back and let it rest against her thigh. "Abi...?" I said. "Mmm?" "Have you done that before?" I felt her head shake. "Never." "Sorry," I said. "I had to." I saw her smile. "It was fantastic," she said. "I wanted you to do that. Thank you." "Oh Abi," I said, unable to express myself any more than in that simple statement of love. "Tom...?" she said. "Mm?" "I want you to fuck me like that again, in the morning." "Well..." I said, with mock reluctance. The hand on my hip lifted and she slapped me. She rolled and faced me, pulling me down for a kiss. Then she pushed me away. "But now," she said, "I don't know about you, but I'm fucking starving!" She rolled away from me and off the bed, walked to her door and pulled on the robe hanging there, turned back to look at me, allowing her eyes to drift all the way down my body. "If I'd known fucking my brother was so much fun, I'd have done it ages ago." I smiled. "If I'd known how good it felt fucking my sister, I'd have let you." Showing It All Ch. 04 I woke slowly, keeping my eyes closed as my body adjusted to its position, curled around my naked, sleeping sister. Abi had her back to me and I lay spooned tightly against her. My cock had either grown hard as I slept, or had not gone down all night, and lay nestled between the cheeks of her ass. My left arm curled around her and cupped her full breasts. I lifted my head and peered over Abi's shoulder at her clock radio. I was almost 10 o'clock. We had played with each other's bodies and fucked until after 1 a.m. Abi had still not allowed me to fuck her pussy, but she had been more than generous with her mouth and ass, which I guess made up for it. I wondered if Abi was up to a morning session, and slid my hand down from her breast, over her belly and on to the smooth shaved skin above her pussy. When I pushed my fingers down between her thighs she mumbled and rolled towards me, her thighs parting and I felt the dampness between her legs and dipped into it. She rolled again, now almost completely on her back and lifted her knees and opened her eyes. "Morning," I said, as I lowered myself down to pull her nipples into my mouth, feeling them stiffen and grow against my tongue. "Mmm," Abi murmured. "That's nice." "More?" I asked, moving down to lick along the full undersides of her breasts and then kiss her stomach. I dipped my tongue into her belly button on the way past and swirled it inside. "Yes please," she said, and I felt her hands on my shoulders, pushing, encouraging me down to where she wanted me. I ran my tongue down the dip between her belly and thigh, drifted inwards and licked along the outer fold of her labia on both sides, then slowly all along the slit of her pussy before extending my tongue and pushing between them to taste her tart, delicious juice. I probed the smooth inner folds of her pussy and then directed my mouth to her clit. She had a small, hard clitoris, and I rolled it around between my lips and then started to suck on it, drawing it back into my mouth, soaking it with my saliva, and Abi moaned and lifted herself towards me. She was still sleepy, still only half awake, and I could feel the urgency of her movements and knew she would cum quickly so I increased the sucking on her clit and pushed two fingers inside her pussy. When the front doorbell rang she was pulsing her hips up against my mouth and was within seconds of achieving her goal. I ignored the bell and held her clit in between my lips, lightly nipping its hardness with my teeth. Abi moaned loudly and began to twitch as the doorbell sounded again. She bucked and I pulled her clit hard into my mouth, sucking it like she had sucked my cock, and slid my fingers in and out along her oily slickness and she cried out loudly and started to cum. I knew what to expect now and moved to take the jet of fluid that spurted from her into my mouth. She tasted clean and sweet, the warm liquid filling my mouth, and then I swallowed. She shot a smaller jet against my lips and it splashed down onto my chin and then she was curling into herself, squeezing her legs together around my ears as her climax washed through her. The doorbell sounded again and as she began to relax Abi said, "Whoever that is, they're fucking persistent." "I'll go see who it is," I said, rolling away. Abi looked down at my hard erection. "I was going to take care of that. Guess you're going to have to wait." "I'll get rid of them," I said. I looked around and realized I had no clothes in Abi's room, and padded through and along the hall to my own bedroom, pulled on sweatpants and a tee shirt, not bothering with any underwear. The doorbell sounded again, this time for longer; whoever was out there was determined to get our attention. I could see a figure through the frosted side panel and unlatched the door to see Wendy standing there, her finger raised to press the bell again. "Wendy," I said, surprised. "Tom, I wondered where you were." She looked at me, my hair still tousled, dressed in just my old pull ons and she smiled. "Late night?" "Something like that," I said, wondering what she would think if I told her what had happened upstairs. "I'm sorry I woke you. But I've got to get these papers Fed-exed today, or Mr. Graham's not going to be able to pick up his Lexus Tuesday. You need to sign all the copies, not just the top one." "You've been into work today?" I said. I stood aside and let her in, not failing to notice the waft of scent she brought with her. My cock had slowly softened but I felt it twitch inside my sweatpants and made an effort to control myself. The thin material would not hide much if I started getting hard again. It occurred to me that if I could smell Wendy's perfume, maybe she could smell me. I almost certainly smelled of sex. Only minutes earlier my sister had squirted onto my face. "I always go in Sunday morning. It's quiet, there's no-one around, and I can catch up on all the paperwork for the end of the week. Your Dad let's me take Wednesday off every couple of weeks, so it suits me fine." "But what about..." I couldn't remember the name of her husband, so just finished lamely by adding," ...Your husband? Doesn't he mind?" Wendy laughed softly. "He's been on the golf course since eight. I won't see him 'til after ten tonight." She stopped. I thought she had been about to go on, give me more information about the state of her marriage, but maybe she thought it wasn't any of my business. "Come in then," I said. "We haven't even had breakfast yet. You want something, Wendy?" "I don't want to intrude," she said, walking along the hallway beside me. I indicated the kitchen off to the right and she went ahead. I think I had only ever seen Wendy dressed for work: a mid-range business skirt, white blouse, dark blazer which she rarely wore. Today she wore tight blue jeans and a loose shirt that looked like it could have belonged to a man: blue cotton, the sleeves a little long so only her fingertips showed below the unbuttoned cuffs. Her hair, too, was less controlled, her curls more wayward. I couldn't prevent myself from watching the way her ass moved inside the jeans as she walked ahead of me into the kitchen. "Where's Abi?" Wendy asked. "Still in bed, I think. D'you need her too?" Wendy smiled. "Only you. Your Dad's given you power of attorney for signing the documents." "Take a seat," I said. "If you don't mind I'm going to make some eggs and toast, I'm starving. Are you sure you don't want something?" Wendy grinned. "Twist my arm, then. I missed breakfast to work on these papers. Eggs sound real good." I moved across to the cupboards and found bread, butter, a dozen eggs and various sauces. I cracked a half dozen eggs into a bowl and stirred them up, heated a pan and dropped a good wedge of butter in to melt, turning the heat down so it didn't burn. "You cook as well?" Wendy said, coming up alongside me. I could smell her scent again. She might dress down on Sunday, but the perfume remained. "You'll make someone a great wife," she said, and laughed. I don't know why, but I bumped her with my hip and said, "Always available." "Behave yourself," Wendy said, but she was smiling, and as I smiled back I wondered what the hell I thought I was doing flirting with her when my sister lay naked upstairs, waiting for me to return so she could blow me. Except she wasn't waiting upstairs. "Wendy, Hi," I heard. I glanced round to see Abi coming through in her short satin gown, pulled tight around her waist. The upper swell of her breasts just showed, and from the way they moved you could tell nothing held them. The hem of the robe dropped to half way down her thigh, and her smooth legs caused the robe to flap open each time she took a step. "Late night for both of you when the folks are away," Wendy said. Her smile had taken on a quizzical edge, and I noticed she glanced from Abi to me and back. A tiny frown formed on her brow and then I saw her mentally shake herself and dismiss the idea that had been forming there. "I've no idea where the time went," Abi said. "We went out to eat, grabbed a movie and then just talked. Next thing we knew it was, like, two a.m. or something. I guess we just can't look after ourselves without Mom and Dad around." She laughed and Wendy joined in. "Tom's doing a great job with the eggs though," she said. I cracked another three and added them to the bowl, whisked them around. I cut bread and put it in the toaster. The butter had now melted and I turned the heat down even more under the pan and poured the eggs in. I let them stand for a minute, then used a wooden spatula to stir the slippery egg around, rolling it together as it started to firm up. I liked my eggs on the soft side, and I knew Abi did too. Wendy, if she wanted some, would need to go along with our tastes. I lowered the heat again, not wanting the eggs to firm up before the toast was done. When the slices popped up Abi took them, applied butter and put one slice on each plate. I checked the eggs and then poured them out beside the toast, cut more slices and put them in the toaster in case anyone wanted more. We all three sat at the kitchen table. I put Tabasco on mine, and Abi this dark spiced stuff she had found from England called Worcestershire Sauce. Wendy took her eggs neat, eating dainty bites, cutting small pieces from her toast and eating that separately. We talked about nothing much while we ate, then Abi cleared the dishes and I poured more orange juice for myself, lifted the bottle to Wendy and she nodded and I topped her glass up. "Go through to the study, Wendy, I'll come sign those papers now once I've helped Abi clear up." Wendy took her juice and went through, and I suddenly felt Abi punch me in the back, and I was aware I had been watching Wendy's ass moving around like a giant peach inside those jeans. "You gonna go through and fuck her now then, Tom?" Abi hissed in my ear. I turned to her, expecting a dark scowl, but instead I was surprised to find she was laughing silently. "Yeah, I could do," I said, and she punched me again, this time on the chest. I pulled her to me and slid a hand down inside her robe, rolled a breast in my palm and then slid it lower and traced her naked pussy. She was completely wet between her legs. "Maybe you should go fuck her, Abs. Ever wanted to do it with another girl?" She smiled at me. "It's crossed my mind, once or twice." She laughed at the expression on my face. "You never wondered what it would be like with another guy?" I shook my head. "Not really, no." "Really?" "No," I said. "But you've thought about another girl?" She nodded. "Curiosity," she said. "And besides, girls are much sexier than men." "That's what you think," she said, snuggling in closer against me and letting my fingers dip into her pussy. Then she pulled back and drew her robe closed. "You'd better wash that hand before you go signing papers. Wendy will smell me on you from a mile off." "I hope not," I said, but went to the sink and rinsed my hands. I started towards the study, but as I passed Abi she grabbed my arm and said, "Get her to stay, Tom." I looked down at her and her face was serious now, her eyes bright. "Yeah?" Abi bit her bottom lip and nodded. "D'you think she would?" I said. Abi shrugged, her breasts rocking. "Won't know if we don't try." Fuck. My cock had suddenly grown very hard. "You mean that?" Abi nodded again. I looked down at her, my short beautiful sister, and could see she did really mean it. "I don't know how we could work that, Abs," I said. "Ask her to stay, see what she says. If she says yes, she's interested. I'll help you. I'd like to see what she looks like naked. Like to..." Abi shrugged, "Well, we'll see." I turned away and went through to the study. Wendy was sitting on a chair, legs crossed, leaning over the desk. I went around and sat in Dad's chair. Wendy passed me the papers, pointed to each place I needed to sign with a long finger tipped with short, neat nails painted bright red. It might have been my aroused state, but I felt she was leaning across more than was needed, sat closer than was normal. I signed the last page and Wendy shuffled the papers together and slid them back into a folder. She sat back and twisted her body as though to ease a pain. "You OK?" I asked. She laughed. "It's all this office work. Gets me in the base of my spine." "Are you going straight back now?" I asked, "Or d'you want to hang around for a bit?" "I'm going to have to get these papers picked up," she said, then looked at me, a look I hadn't seen before. "But I could call and get them picked up here. I've got nothing to get home for, that's for sure." "Are things OK with you and..." I still couldn't remember his name. "Donny," she said. She shrugged. "They've been better - but not much." "I'm sorry," I said. She smiled. "Not your fault, Tom. Not even my fault, I don't think. I don't know what happened really." She looked pensively out through the study windows onto our backyard. The pool shimmered electric blue, reflecting morning sunlight in patterns across the tall back wall that gave us complete privacy. Looking outside I idly wondered what it would feel like to fuck Abi in the pool. Maybe we could try that later, when Wendy had gone, then I smiled to myself and thought: maybe we could try that later with Wendy. I stood up and said, "Let's go through to the living room, you can kick back and ease that spine of yours." I led the way and Wendy followed. Abi was already there, sitting in one of the big leather chairs with her legs under her. "Take a seat," I said to Wendy, nodding to the sofa, then to Abi, "Wendy's got a bad back. All that crouching over a computer, I expect." "Are you OK?" Abi said, her face concerned. "I'm fine," Wendy said, slipping down onto the sofa. "I just get an ache now and then." "Ask Tom to give you a massage. He's really good at those." Wendy laughed. "He can cook and he gives massages? God, this man is a serious catch for some lucky girl." She looked at Abi again when she said that, the same odd expression forming on her face, and I felt my stomach give a tiny flip. Wendy knew. Wendy knew about Abi and me. Or she suspected, and wasn't sure whether to draw the obvious conclusion. She could smell the sex coming of us, I had no doubt. "I mean it," Abi said. "Tom - give Wendy one of your massages." "It's OK, you don't need to do that," Wendy said, but there was no great conviction in her voice. "I'd like to," I said, adding my own efforts to this seduction. "Lie down on your front and stretch out." "I don't know. Are you sure?" Wendy said, but I could see her start to move, not quite ready yet to give in, but more than halfway there. I went across and touched her shoulder, applying the slightest pressure. "Lie down," I said. "It will be my pleasure." "If you're sure," Wendy said. She bent forward and pulled off her pumps, revealing red toenails, then turned and lay on her stomach on the couch. She was a couple of inches taller than Abi, but her legs shorter in comparison, and her upper body longer. The perfect globes of her ass pushed back against her jeans, and her top had ridden up a little to reveal a strip of pale white skin above her waistband. I knelt beside the sofa and put my hands on her shoulders. I felt her tense for a moment, then when I started to work my fingers into her muscles she relaxed. After a minute or two she said, "Wow, you really are good at this." Abi laughed from her chair. "Did you think I was making it up?" Wendy turned her head and looked at Abi. "I did wonder..." "He's always been good that way," Abi said. "Does he do you like this?" Wendy said, looking straight at Abi. "Oh yeah," Abi said. "I love it." "Mm, it is relaxing," Wendy said. She closed her eyes and her lips formed a tiny smile. "Does your husband - Donny, isn't it - does Donny ever give you a back rub?" Wendy have a bitter little laugh. "Donny never gives me anything." I worked my way over her shoulders, digging hard into knots of muscle. I knew we were trying to seduce her, but it was also true that I was good at this, I had always been good with my fingers, and I had worked kinks out of Abi's back many times before, and Mom's too. Dad and I drew the line at me trying my skills out on him, but that was a guy thing too. "I take it he's not the man you thought you were marrying?" Abi said, slumped back in her chair, relaxed. I glanced at her and could see her robe had fallen aside to show the inner length of her thigh. I thought from Wendy's lower position she might be able to see up onto Abi's shaved pussy. Wendy sighed, partly from my fingers, partly from the question. "To be honest, I'm not sure if he was ever the man I thought I was marrying. But I just wanted to get married, I guess, and Donny was there." "You could have had your pick, Wendy, surely," Abi said. "You think?" "You do know how beautiful you are, don't you?" Wendy gave a short laugh. "Me? Oh yeah." "I mean it," Abi said, sitting up, leaning forward. This time the front of her robe loosened and her full breasts almost swayed clear. "You are gorgeous, Wendy, completely gorgeous. Ask Tom, he thinks so too." Wendy turned her head, trying to look back at me. "I don't think so," she said. "True," I said. Wendy sighed again, this time more from frustration. "I know I've got a big set of boobs, and my figure's not bad. But my lips are too big. I'm not really pretty, am I?" I laughed and dug my fingers in, feeling the rising walls of muscle either side of her spine. "No, Wendy, you're not pretty," I said. "You're fucking gorgeous." She laughed again, not believing either of us. "It's true," Abi said. "Some girls are pretty, some girls are foxes. You, you're different, you've got that... something. You're not pretty," and Abi made quote marks in the air, "But you are beautiful." "I guess no-one's ever told me that, then," Wendy said. She sounded sad, wistful, and I realized that despite the way she flirted she really was unsure of her own attraction. Maybe the games were a way of covering up her lack of confidence. "You must know I look at you at work, Wendy," I said, trying to make her feel better. "And I know you flirt with me." She laughed softly again. "Flirt, yeah, but that's because you're so easy, Tom. It's like a game, one I can win easily." "Well, it might be simple to you, but it worked really well on me," I said. "It did?" Wendy said softly. "You never did anything though, did you." "You're married," I said. "To a bastard," she said, the bitterness coming through in her voice. I started to work my way down Wendy's back, searching for knots along her spine, working inwards and down, outwards and across, working around the thick strap of her bra cutting across her back. It would need to be a pretty substantial bra, I guessed, to support her huge tits. "Don't you ever..." Abi started, then hesitated. Wendy turned her head to look at my sister, waiting. "Have you ever thought about anyone else? Ever played around?" Wendy shook her head. "Old fashioned, I guess. I used to think it was wrong. Then, later... well, I thought maybe I should, but by then it was too late. Most guys I come across knew I wasn't like that." "You thought about it, though?" Abi said, still leaning forward. I could see in along her robe to her right breast. I reached Wendy's lower back and she squirmed a little lower and her top rode up a bit more and my next move down found bare skin. She twitched slightly when my fingers touched her and then she murmured, "Really nice, Tom. Yeah, I thought about it, Abi." Showing It All Ch. 04 Abi slid off her chair and came across to kneel beside me. "Doesn't he ever have sex with you?" Abi said quietly. Wendy nodded. "When he wants to," she said sadly. "And do you enjoy it then?" Wendy shook her head. "He doesn't take long. Not long enough for me to... feel anything." Abi leaned in and kissed Wendy on the forehead. "You poor girl," she said, and Wendy smiled softly, taking the sympathy, forgetting she was eight years older than Abi. "Tom could work better if you take your top off," Abi said softly. Wendy's eyes opened, held Abi's. Then she nodded. "OK, if you think that's a good idea." She lifted herself on her arms and began to unbutton the shirt, but it was difficult one handed and Abi reached and put her hand on Wendy's shoulder and pushed. "Sit up, I'll help." Wendy turned and lay back against the couch and allowed Abi to unbutton her shirt. When it was loose she leaned forward and Abi slid the cotton material over her arms and dropped it onto the floor. Wendy sat back in her cream bra. I had been right - this was serious industrial support. Her large breasts were cupped and drawn together, a deep cleavage running down between them. "Lie down again," Abi said, and Wendy rolled over. Abi reached to the bra strap and deftly unclipped it and dropped the loose straps down along Wendy's sides. "Is that OK?" she asked. "I guess it is now," Wendy said. I returned to my task, starting once more on her shoulders, this time her pale smooth skin under my fingers. Abi got up and went quickly out of the room. She was gone a couple of minutes and when she came back she had a bottle of oil in her hand. She knelt back down and unscrewed the top. "Where did you get that?" I asked. "I've had it for ages," she said. "I bought it one holiday. Thought maybe you might use it on me, but never got the chance." I offered my palms and she poured some of the oil into them. A strong fragrance of musk and ginger filled the air. I rubbed my hands together, warming the oil, then smoothed them over Wendy's back. "You're going to have to use our shower before you go home," Abi said. "That's OK," Wendy said. "It's worth it." After Wendy's back was slippery with the oil I dug my fingers in again. She jumped a couple of times as I worked on a particular hard knot, but then she sighed and moaned as the tension eased out of her. "Is this doing your back good?" Abi asked. She had slumped down beside the sofa, half turned to Wendy, her face close to her bare shoulder. I could see her lift her hand now and then as though to touch Wendy, then drop it back. "What back..." Wendy murmured. "He's good with legs too," Abi said. "How are your legs?" Wendy opened her eyes and looked at Abi, and said, "A little sore, I guess." "Yeah? Shall I ask Tom to do your legs as well?" "Would he mind?" They were discussing me as though I wasn't there, but that was OK with me. I wondered if Wendy could see the long ridge in my sweatpants where my cock pressed against it. "I'm sure Tom would be fine with that, Wendy. Roll over and I'll help you out of your jeans." Wendy passively rolled onto her side and then over onto her back. Her bra still clung to the globes of her breasts, but Abi reached across and lifted it away. Wendy's breasts were a wonderful sight. They were the largest I had ever seen. I had expected them to be big, but also expected them to be loose, weighed down, but they were not like that at all. Even half slumped they projected outwards, standing firm. Large pale areolas circled her nipples, a couple of inches across. In their centers her large nipples, small nubs, pointed upwards. Beneath the full curves swept down. The skin over her breasts was pale and white. Blue lines of veins showed through, tracing beneath their smooth surface. If Abi could hold a pencil beneath her boobs, Wendy could hold the pencil case. Abi moved her hands down and twisted the button on Wendy's jeans, tugged the zip down. Wendy watched her, making no protest. "Lift," Abi said. Wendy lifted her hips and Abi tugged the jeans down over her hips. It was hard work. Wendy had a full ass and wide hips, and Abi had to pull hard but eventually they worked down over her hips and Abi grabbed the bottom of the legs and tugged them free. Wendy's cream panties had worked down during the battle. They still covered her pussy, but only just. Both Abi and I could clearly see the large damp patch on the front of them. We hesitated, and I thought Abi was going to take the panties off as well. But she must have been waiting, teasing herself, Wendy and me, and after a while Wendy smiled and rolled back onto her stomach. The back of her panties were pulled down too and the deep cleft of her ass was revealed. The crotch was loose between her thighs and in the gap around the backs of her thighs I could see through, could see the fine curls of her black pubic hair nestled on the sides of her pussy. I poured more oil into my hands and started to work on her feet, moving slowly upwards, again working any knots of tension. When I reached her knees Abi touched Wendy on the leg, slipping her hand inside her upper thigh and applying slight pressure. Wendy moved her leg, parting the space between them, and I continued to work upwards. I reached her pantyline and probed slightly under it onto the curve where her thigh merged into her buttocks, then moved on and above to oil the upper sweep of her ass. As I did so my fingers caught occasionally on the waistband and I began to gently work it downwards. It took minutes, more than five, as I stroked her back and her upper ass, moved and slid a finger down and her panties exposed more of her ass. Every now and again Wendy would lift her hips slightly as I caught her panties and when I pulled they moved more, pulling down along the front as well. Abi had turned and was sitting close to Wendy. At some point the tie on her robe had come loose and she slid the material aside to show her breasts. She had put a hand down between her legs, parted her thighs, and was stroking herself. The smell of sex filled the space around us, mixing with the oil to form a heady atmosphere. Wendy had opened her eyes, and was watching Abi pleasure herself. Wendy's panties were now no more than a bunched horizontal line just below her ass. The deep valley between her cheeks was now fully exposed, and I could see the tight slit of her pussy nestled between her thighs. I took the strip of material and drew it down. Wendy lifted her hips, then her legs, and I pulled the slip of material off. "Is this how Tom massages you too?" Wendy said, lying back down and opening her legs wider. I slid my hand up inside her thigh, kept going, found her pussy and stroked it. Her pubic hair was only slightly trimmed around her labia and I oiled my fingers again and began to work around the outside of her pussy. "He didn't used to, but I want him to now," Abi said. "Change places?" Wendy said, starting to lift herself up, but Abi shook her head. "Not yet." Wendy smiled and lay back down. Her large breasts flattened. When she had lifted up we both saw them revealed, deep and full, swaying heavily. Her nipples had hardened and formed tips at least an inch long. "Can I ask you something, Tom?" Wendy said. "Sure." I slid my fingers in along the flat gap between her thighs and touched the inner lips of her pussy. "Mm, nice," she said, then, "Do you fuck your sister, Tom?" I slid my finger inside her and felt her hips lift to give me greater access. "Would it shock you if I said yes, Wendy?" She shook her head. "I don't think so. I couldn't blame you. She's very beautiful." "So are you," I said, and leaned over and kissed her shoulder, began to kiss her along her back. "You think so?" she said. "You know you are. You're unbelievable." "Thanks. Are you going to fuck me Tom, or just play with me?" "Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked. She nodded. "Very much. I quite like the being played with too, so don't stop altogether." "I want to fuck you," I said. Abi leaned forward, letting her robe slip back off her shoulders. She moved close to Wendy and took her face in her hands and turned her and then kissed her on the mouth. "I want to fuck you as well," Abi said. "Mm-hm," Wendy said. "Have you ever been fucked by another woman, Wendy?" Wendy shook her head. "Do you want to be?" Abi said. Wendy nodded, and turned, rolling onto her side so we could both see the wonder of her enormous breasts. Abi moved down and began to lick those breasts, found the large dark nipples and sucked them into her mouth. Wendy put her hand on the back of Abi's head and pulled her against her. "Have you ever..." Wendy started to say, then hissed and dropped her head back as Wendy pulled hard on her nipple and nipped it with her teeth. "Fuck... have you ever done this before, Abi? Another woman?" Abi shook her head, still clamped on Wendy's breast and mumbled her reply. "You're pretty good at it then," Wendy said. Then she turned and looked at me. "You've got too many clothes on, Tom." I stood and pulled my tee shirt over my head, then watched Wendy watching me as I slowly slid my sweatpants down. My long cock gradually revealed itself and Wendy stared hard at me. When my waistband slipped below the trapped head of my cock it snapped up and slapped against my stomach. I dropped the sweatpants and kicked them aside. "You're completely shaved," Wendy said. "You and Abi are completely shaved." I nodded and knelt down and started to kiss her pussy. She was dripping juice down along her thighs. Her pussy lips were very full, plumped up and rising from her thighs, forming a small hump between her legs, and down the center her opening was closed even with her legs parted. She looked like she would be tight. Her pubic hair was trimmed but only slightly, made tidy on the edges, and though very black was fine, hardly hiding her at all. I probed with my tongue, dipping into her pussy, licked and searched for her clit. It was much larger than Abi's, the size and hardness of it surprising me. I knew, in a hypothetical way, that a woman's clitoris was made of the same stuff as a man's cock, but now, seeing Wendy's, it was almost as if she had a little cock sticking out above her pussy. I wanted to suck it and put my head down, flicked it with my tongue and then sucked it back between my lips. It was hard and I could feel it inside my mouth, pushed my tongue around the tip of it. Wendy grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face down against her. I stuck my tongue deep inside her pussy, licking the dripping juices from her inner walls. I felt something against me and found Abi had joined me. She was pushing against me, wanting to get to Wendy herself. I allowed her to move me but stayed close, watching as my sister began to work her tongue in between Wendy's plump lips. From the way Wendy groaned and started to breathe heavily it looked like Abi was doing a pretty good job. Wendy reached out and grabbed my cock and tugged it, pulling me towards her, her hand tight around me. "Want you in my mouth," she said, pulling me upwards. "Want that big cock in my mouth." Being a gentleman, I could hardly say no. I moved so I was close to Wendy's face, turned as she tugged me again, watched as she licked her lips and then slid them over the engorged head of my cock. Wendy had large, full lips and a wide mouth. Her lips encased my cock, plump and lipstick red, leaving a round ring half way down my cock where she had sucked on me. I leaned into it, sliding into her mouth as Wendy searched my cockhead with her tongue, probing hard into my urethra, pushing her tongue inside, rubbing against the frenulum then down and all around the underside of the ridge. Wendy put her two hands on my ass and applied pressure, pulling me into her. "All of it?" I said, looking down at the half of my cock already inside her mouth. She nodded, and I felt the pressure change on my cock as her head moved. I let her pull me in, watching as I slid deep. I was sure she would stop, would gag, but she just opened her mouth wider and took more. I felt myself bump against the back of her throat and held back. Wendy's jaw worked as her gag reflex tried to kick in, but she swallowed and pulled me and I felt the wonderful sensation as I slid beyond and into the top of her throat. I was now buried all the way in her mouth, my shaved pubic bone hard against her top lip, her hands stroking my ass and balls. She moved her head, sliding me out and then moved forward, driving me back in. I watched, reveling in her obvious expertise with her mouth. I could feel my balls pull tight and knew I was very close to filling Wendy's mouth with my cum. It didn't bother me, I didn't think it would not bother Wendy, she wanted me to cum in her mouth, but I wasn't ready to cum yet, so I pulled back and out. Wendy lifted her head, chasing my cock with her mouth, sucking me back in until I pulled back again. "You can cum," she said, "It's OK." "I know," I replied. "Later." I looked down to watch my sister kneeling between Wendy's legs, her ass pointed into the air, and I moved down, grabbed her hips and slid my cock straight into her pussy. Abi jerked and lifted her head. "Tom, no!" she said. "I won't cum in you," I said. "You say that now..." "I promise," I said, and cradled over her and kissed her shoulder. I straightened up and let my cock dip deep into her, reveling in her oiled tightness. "Fuck me a bit then," she said, and lowered her head back onto Wendy. I pumped into her, controlling myself, knowing I might well break my promise if I wasn't careful. After a minute I couldn't be sure I would hold out and pulled myself out of her. She turned and looked back at me, "Fuck my ass then," she said. I took the bottle of massage oil and poured some onto her asshole, worked it over and inside. Then I placed the thick head of my cock against her tiny hole. I looked up to see Wendy watching me over Abi's shoulder with wide eyes. "You gonna fuck her ass?" Wendy said. I nodded. Wendy wriggled, removed Abi's mouth from her pussy. "Wanna watch it," she said, rolling around and coming to kneel beside me. She reached over with her hand and wrapped her fingers around my cock and gave me a couple of strokes, moved the head of my cock where it rested on Abi's asshole. "D'you like being fucked in the ass, Wendy?" I felt her leaning against me, her huge breasts against my side, parted over my ribs, one pressing against back, one against my chest. "I've never been fucked in the ass," she said quietly. "Have you wanted to be?" "I don't know," she said. "Have you thought about it?" I saw her nod. "What's it like, Abi?" she said. "What's it like having Tom's cock in your ass? He's got a huge cock. Doesn't it hurt?" "He's really gentle. He takes his time. And it feels really good, really dirty and sexy." "Do you... does he make you cum when he's fucking your ass?" As she spoke Wendy continued to stroke my cock, then let her fingers drift along it and touch Abi, stroking them along the valley between her buttocks. She touched Abi's asshole with her finger, and I drew back and Wendy touched Abi there again, pushed the tip of her finger inside. "Mm," Abi said. "You like that?" Wendy said. "Push more in," Abi said, and Wendy obliged my sister and slid her finger in to the second joint. "It's really tight," Wendy said. "Feels good," Abi said. She looked over her shoulder at me. "A bit sore, after last night, but good." "Last night...?" Wendy said. She was on her knees now, gently working her index finger into Abi's asshole, her own ass lifted. I moved around behind her. She was leaning forward and I grabbed her hips and pulled her backwards. She continued to play with my sister's ass, slowly pushing her index finger in and out, fascinated at the way Abi's asshole opened around it then closed back up when she drew it out. I took the oil and dribbled some onto my cock and spread it along my length. I could see Wendy's asshole opened beneath me She was different to Abi. Where my sister had a smooth hollowed asshole with hardly any wrinkling, Wendy's was gathered and puckered, pale and tight. I leaned over and lay along her back, said, "I'm going to fuck you, Wendy." She nodded, and I placed the head of my cock against her pussy lips. They were plump, protecting her inner folds, and I had to push between them. Wendy felt tight, tighter than my sister, and I had to bully my way inside her. She lifted her ass more, widened her legs to accommodate me. She was still playing with Abi, and when I began to slide into her she put her head down and began to lick Abi's pussy and asshole, alternating between the two. Wendy was still tight as I sank inside her pussy, but her inner walls were so slick with her juice that it was like dipping into oil. Warm oil. Fragrant oil. I slid all the way in, my full length embedded inside her, and as my belly pushed against her round ass she moaned and lifted her face away from my sister. "Like that?" I whispered into her ear. "Of fuck yes," she sighed. "Like licking my sister's pussy, too?" "Mm," she nodded. "Lick it, then. Let me see you push your tongue inside her dripping cunt." "Yes," Wendy moaned. She grabbed Abi's hips and turned her onto her back. Abi lay with her ass just resting on the edge of the couch, her legs widely parted. I grabbed her ankle and lifted her leg and placed it along Wendy's back while I continued to pump into her. "Look at her naked pussy, Wendy," I said. "Isn't it beautiful?" She nodded. "It's lovely. I want to kiss it and lick it." "Go on," I said. Wendy lowered herself and began to use her tongue on Abi. I moved sideways and watched, then looked up at Abi who was staring back at me, a sultry smile on her pretty lips. I smiled back and nodded and she nodded back. "Do you like Tom's cock in your pussy?" Abi said to Wendy. Wendy lifted her mouth for a moment from my sister's pussy and said, "Oh God yes." "Is she tight?" Abi said to me. "Really tight," I said. "Tighter than my ass?" Abi asked. "Almost," I grunted. "You gonna cum inside her?" Abi said, her own breathing growing ragged. "I want to," I said. "Can he," Abi said. "Can Tom cum inside you, Wendy?" "Please," Wendy grunted then dropped her face back to Abi's dripping sex. Abi lifted her eyes and looked directly into mine. The color was high in her face and neck. Her perfect breasts shimmered and shook as she worked her hips up against Wendy's mouth. "Fuck her," she said to me. "Fuck her hard. I want to see you fuck her..." Abi wriggled suddenly, pulling away from Wendy and Wendy grabbed her hips and tried to move her back. But Abi said, "Soon, Wendy," and twisted herself all the way around. She wriggled down between Wendy's heavy breasts, wriggled down over her belly and left her legs up on the couch, her pussy lifted and Wendy lowered he mouth to cover it. I felt Abi touch my balls, and then her tongue start to lick them. Her mouth was wrapping itself around my ball sac. I could feel her nose slide against the underside of my cock each time I drew back out of Wendy. Wendy was still trying to eat my sister's pussy but she was starting to breath too hard to give it her full attention. She was on the cusp, almost there. I increased my pace, stroking in and out of her slicked, tight pussy. My own climax was near, demanding to be let go. Abi's hot tongue licked at my balls, her own breathing fast and ragged. Suddenly Wendy lifted her head, trying to move her hand back onto Abi's pussy, rubbing wildly at Abi's clit. Wendy gave a sharp cry and began to buck underneath me. Showing It All Ch. 04 "Fuck me, Tom... fuck me hard..." I rammed into her, pushing my cock as far as it would reach, and Wendy bucked more wildly as a climax tore through her body. She tried to continue rubbing Abi but her own pleasure made rational movement impossible. She put a finger inside Abi, then pulled it out and tried to kiss her pussy, rubbed Abi's clit with her thumb, grabbed at her breasts down below her own, gave up and cried out again as her rapture exploded. I wanted to hold back, to continue fucking this vision but could not do it. My held back juices tickled and jumped, exploded out of me and into Wendy's welcoming pussy. She felt my splash inside her and jerked again, dropping her head onto Abi's belly. I pumped hard into her, emptying my balls, filling her tight cunt with my cum, trembling as it came to an end, leaning forward and onto her back and she too began to wilt down onto Abi. I was breathing hard, planting tiny kisses on Wendy's back, when Abi said, "Hey guys, let me out for fuck's sake!" She was trapped beneath us, unable to move and I laughed and pulled out of Wendy, almost certainly splashing Abi's face when I pulled free. Wendy moved away beneath me and Abi emerged, bright red where she had been trapped beneath us, still breathing hard. "Animals," she said, but she was grinning. Wendy rolled onto her back and slid to the floor, her head propped on the edge of the couch. She lay sprawled, naked in front of us, totally unselfconscious. "Did you cum?" I said to Abi. She shook her head. "S'OK though." I sat on the couch and patted the cushions in front of me. "Come here," I said. "I'll finish you off." "S'OK," she said again, but she sat between my legs, pushing back against my softening cock. I reached around and put my fingers over her clit and began to work her quickly. She didn't need much to finish her, and she lay back against me and I felt her moving against my hand. Wendy rolled over and watched, then came closer and added her own hand to mine, and between us we brought my sister close to cumming. I rubbed her clit and Wendy pushed two fingers inside her pussy. Abi opened her mouth and began to grunt on each breath, rocking her hips against both our hands, and within seconds she cried out and I saw Wendy's eyes widen as Abi squirted clear fluid out of her pussy as she came. It splashed Abi's thighs, splashed my hand, splashed Wendy's. Abi shook and curled her legs up, trapping our fingers, then released a deep sigh and relaxed. Wendy slid down onto her stomach and kissed Abi's pussy, popped out her tongue and experimentally licked the fluid running down Abi's thighs. I watched her face as she tasted Abi's ejaculate, saw her hesitate then return for more, not disgusted. I lay beneath Abi and stroked her breasts, traced my hand over her belly and down to her pussy and felt Wendy's mouth and tongue as she gently worked on my sister. "Is your back better now?" I asked, looking down Abi's long body at Wendy. She laughed and slapped my leg. "Much better, thanks. Byt you can give me another back rub any time you like." "Yeah?" I said. Abi lifted herself up and looked at Wendy. "D'you mean that, Wendy?" Wendy looked back at Abi, at me, and nodded. "Any time at all. I'd really like to fuck you both again... all the time... is that OK?" Abi and I laughed. Of course it was.