28 comments/ 124824 views/ 54 favorites Breaking Through By: 1sickbastard All characters are over 18. Thanks to SimoneLisbon for editing. Check out her work. Please vote (a 5) and leave comments. "Oh, God, yes, Kim, that feel so...aghh!" Marc was startled as he recognized his sister's voice. But it sounded like it was coming from Kim's room. He'd been living with his sister, Lisa and her housemate, Kim for nearly two weeks. It had been uncomfortable and unpleasant from the start. His mom, now on husband number five, had decided she and her new beau were going to get married the day after he graduated high school and started their honeymoon immediately. So instead of having one last summer with his high school friends, to lounge around and have fun, he was unceremoniously shipped off to where he would be attending college in the fall. The house he was sharing with his sister and her housemate had been bequeathed to Marc and Lisa by his father who had been a senior professor at the college. It hadn't been Marc's first choice, nor Lisa's, for that matter. But surviving dependents received a substantial break on tuition and matriculation fees, and as their mom had failed to do much to provide for their education, their first choice of schools had been moot. In fact, Marc suspected that their so-called mother was happy to be rid of them both, she could spend more time doing what she did best. He wasn't sure what she did best, but she certainly wasn't mother of the year. Marc was far from happy with the situation. He and Lisa had never gotten along as kids. As they had grown older they had fought constantly and with increasing viciousness, at least verbally. The last time one of their fights had turned physical, just before high school, Lisa had broken his nose. Marc lost it at that point, and had literally held her by the throat, several inches off the ground, and told her that if she ever hit him again he would break her neck. Step-dad number two (or was it number three?) had been a former Marine, and had beaten Marc badly. Surprisingly, their mom had divorced the man over the incident. Marc suspected that she had merely been looking for an excuse, as she had taken up with her next husband before the divorce was finalized. So here he was, fucked out of his post high school graduation, sharing his late father's house with his only sister whom he despised, with no friends, no job, no girlfriend, no nothing. The only bright spot in all this was Kim, the highly attractive Asian girl who was sharing the house with him and Lisa. Kim was nearly the exact opposite of Lisa. Where his sister had continued to be catty, bitchy, and outright mean, Kim had done her best to make peace between the two siblings, giving him a kind word, even attempting to apologize for Lisa's behavior. Sometimes she would even reprimand Lisa when she became especially bitchy, reminding her that since he'd arrived, he'd done most of the chores, a fair bit of handyman work around the house, and done nothing to provoke his sister's periodic outbursts. That Lisa would listen to Kim and back down attested to the depth of their friendship. Lisa and Kim were both on the college cheerleading squad. While Lisa had been somewhat wild during high school, Kim had managed to calm her down quite a bit. After she'd moved in, by all accounts, Lisa had quit her wild partying and buckled down on her academics. Without Kim, Marc doubted whether Lisa would have maintained the grades or appearance of 'moral turpitude' required to stay on the squad. In fact, he had gotten into quite a row with his sister earlier. He'd spent the day doing yard work, mowing, edging, cleaning the pool, etc. Afterwards, he'd showered and grabbed a beer out of the fridge, not noticing it was the last one. Lisa had exploded. Kim had gotten between the two. After a tense dinner, Kim suggested Marc might meet up with a local cycling crew which made a practice of taking group bike rides in the cool of the night. Marc loved cycling and readily agreed. Unfortunately, part of the ride was over some fairly rough road. He hadn't seen the pot hole that caused him to endo. He'd been able to roll out of the spill with only a few scrapes and bruises, but his front rim had been buckled. A couple of the other riders had stopped and helped him out. They had applied some basic fist aid, then stayed with him until someone came around with a pick-up truck to bring him home, several hours earlier than he'd planned. All the lights at home were out, so Marc assumed, with more than a little relief, that the girls had gone to sleep. After depositing the remains of his wreaked bike in the garage, he let himself in as quietly as a cat burglar. Thus he heard the sound of his sister's voice clearly, along with assorted moans and soft cries. Padding softly through the house, he perceived that the sound was coming from Kim's room. Her door was partially open, the warm flicker of candle light spilling into the hallway. He had to pass by to get to his own room. As he did, he couldn't help but glance in. What he saw astounded him. Lisa was lying on her side, naked. Her hips were undulating against Kim, who was nearly nude, except for the strap-on she was wearing which was firmly embedded in Lisa's ass. One of Kim's hands was working a vibrator in and out of his sister's clean shaven pussy; the other was around Lisa's head holding it into a deep, passionate kiss. Both of his sister's hands were kneading her own sizable breasts, often pulling at her hardened nipples. Marc had always known his sister was a hottie, in spite of the animosity between them. He had right after he'd hit puberty, inadvertently thought about her while he'd masturbated, but had always felt disgusted at himself afterwards. Once he started dating, and more importantly, having sex, that stopped and hadn't happened again. However, with the tableau of these two erotic creatures before him, he was unable to control his reaction. Transfixed, he was couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight. His cock stiffened and was tenting his shorts. The girls broke their passionate kiss. Lisa's eyes fluttered opened and locked on his. "MARC!" she screamed at the same instant he shouted, "Oh fuck! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean..." Shocked back to awareness, he turned and ran into his room closing the door behind him. Marc collapsed onto his chair. He heard Lisa and Kim arguing loudly. "Lisa, calm down. We should have made sure the door was closed. Marc is a good guy, I'm sure he didn't mean..." "Fuck that, Kim. That little shithead was spying on us! I'm gonna break my foot off in his ass and if he so much as touches me, I'm gonna call the cops and have him thrown in jail!" "No, Lisa, you will do no such thing." Kim's voice was calm as if she were scolding a insolent child. "Really!?! Look here, Kim. I may like playing the sub for you in bed, but that fucker is gonna pay!" Marc's ears perked up. Wait a minute, his sister, the queen bitch who'd tormented him as long as he could remember, was not only a lezzy, but also into bondage! Oh, this was too good! Finally he had Lisa over a barrel. The college was very conservative and associated with a fundamentalist religion. If even a hint of what went on got to the administration, he could have her expelled! This was almost to good to be true. He could blackmail her into, into what? Being nice? Probably not. But at least he could use the leverage he had on her now to make her be civil, or at the very least, stop her from being a complete bitch. Kim spoke again as if she'd been reading Marc's thoughts, "Lisa, remember where you are. If word of this gets out, we're both off the squad. More likely we'll be kicked out of school. I know your mom probably won't give a rats ass, other than having to find another school for you, but my folks will probably kill me and then disown me, in that order. I'm here on a scholarship. If I get expelled, I might not ever get another chance to go to college. Dammit, this isn't just about you!" Shit! If he ratted out Lisa he was fucking over Kim as well, something he hadn't realized. While Marc would have gleefully raked his sister over the coals, he liked Kim a lot. Fucking her over to get at his sister wasn't something he was prepared to do. But neither of the girls knew that. If he played this right, he might still be able to get Lisa off his back without screwing over anybody. He heard Kim talking again, right outside his door. From the sound of it, Kim was getting pissed off. "Lisa, this is not negotiable. You get your ass back to your room, and I mean right now, or you and me are done. I love you, but I'm not going to let you sacrifice my future just because you insist on being a cast iron cunt to you're brother! He's been nothing but really nice since he arrived. And you've been nothing but a fucking bitch to him when he's around. I've just about had it. Try me if you think I'm fucking kidding!" To his surprise, he heard Lisa agree meekly. A moment later, he heard a door open and close. Then there was a knock at his door. "Marc, it's Kim. I really need to talk with you. Can I come in?" Marc waited a moment, composing himself and making his face a neutral mask. "It's open," he said blandly. Kim opened the door and stepped into his room dressed in a shear, thigh length robe of red silk. Marc was stripping off his clothes, revealing the minor injuries he'd sustained. The bruises were beginning to purple, but she couldn't help but notice that he was lean and muscular. His bright blue eyes seemed to burn into her. For a long moment, Kim stared at Marc, not sure how to begin. It was Marc who finally broke the uneasy silence. "So, you and my sister, huh. I never would have figured you two. I mean, no flannel, no mullets, I guess that would make y'all lipstick lesbians." He said matter-of-factly. Kim regarded him for a moment and realized he was wearing only his underwear. The large bulge there made her swallow involuntarily. Lisa's kid brother was either stuffing socks into his undies or... "Kim?" She forced herself to look at his face. "What did you want to talk about?" "About Lisa and me, and what you're going to do about it." "Well, I'm thinking about getting some payback on Lisa." "Why? What is it between you two?" "Fuck if I know. All I do know is as far back as I can remember, Lisa's done everything she could to make me miserable. Now I have a chance to even the score." "Marc, I can kinda get why you'd want to, just based on how she's been acting toward you since you got here. But I'm begging you, please don't." "Yeah? Why not?" "Because if you go and fuck her over you'll end up fucking me as well." "That's true, but it's also too good an opportunity to pass up. I know you'd probably tell me to let it slide and if I were a better person I probably would, but I'm not. So if you have any suggestions on how I can make sure she gets what's coming to her that doesn't fuck you as well, I'm all ears." Kim sat down on the edge of Marc's bed and fidgeted with the hem of her robe. She sighed in frustration. Marc was watching her, waiting. He couldn't help notice that her robe had opened slightly, revealing the round swell of one of her breasts. Shit, Kim was in his room, sitting on his bed, practically naked and he was standing there in just his underwear. He'd noticed that she'd been staring at his junk a little earlier. Hmmmm. "Can I ask you something, Kim?" "Uhm, I guess." Kim blushed slightly, her eyes gazing longingly at his almost naked body. He really was a good looking guy. She felt her nipples stiffen and became aware of the silk brushing lightly over the sensitive nubs. Other than Lisa's pretty face and killer bod, what do you see in her? I mean, You're really nice, and Lisa is, well, a fucking bitch from hell." "Marc, you won't believe this, but Lisa is really very sweet, just not to you. She's really helped me out a lot, with cheerleading, with school, and she's my best friend." "You're right. I don't believe it. When we both lived with my mom, she was miss popularity, but even then she was a bitch. Even her friends thought so. But they were all the hottest girls in school, so they hung out together, fucked who they wanted and fucked over everybody else." "Maybe that's part of it. When she first got here, she wasn't the prettiest or most popular girl. Actually, she was kind of shy and pretty lonely. We had several classes together and I got to know her during the study groups. We talked and found out we like a lot of the same things, music, movies, books, so on. We were both cheerleaders in high school. We tried out for the squad here together. It was so cool that we both made it." "Yeah, okay, I can kinda see that. So when did you hook up?" Right after we found out we made the squad. We scored some beer and came over here. We were excited and a little tipsy. At some point we hugged, then kissed, and it just kinda went from there." Kim realised that as she said the last part, the bulge in Marc's underwear had gotten noticeably larger. It wasn't a sock in there! The tingle in her nipples settled lower. she could feel herself heating up. Unconsciously, she began squeezing her thighs together against the heat that was building inside. A wicked thought popped into her head. "Marc, I have an idea. What if I said we might be able to get at Lisa in such a way that she'd quit slagging on you, give you the respect you deserve and maybe even start being nice to you?" "Okaayyy, I'm listening." "And if I said that part of the deal is you getting to have sex with me?" "You now have my undivided attention. Go on." "First off, I have to let you in on something about Lisa and me. You see, after we got together, we played some games. As it turns out, Lisa is a submissive in bed, and I found out I get off on dominating her, though when I'm with a guy, I like for him to take control." "Whoa, hold up a sec. If you're suggesting that I dominate my sister, meaning I have to fuck her, no way. She's my freaking SISTER, for chistsakes!" "No, I'm not suggesting anything like that. Being a top is more of a mental game than a physical one. But how would you be with watching me fuck her like a slut, then making her watch you fuck me the same way? You wouldn't be touching her, but if it was clear that I'm her Mistress and I'm submitting to you, it might make it so she identifies you as the alpha in the overall scheme of things." Marc was clearly aroused now. His cock was straining against the fabric of his underwear and a dark spot of precum had appeared. Kim stood up and let her robe fall open. She moved over to Marc and pressed herself against him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she looked into his bright blue eyes. "Please, Marc? I think it would work. And if it does we'll have to reinforce the pecking order on a regular basis. C'mon, admit it. You would enjoy watching two hotties perform for your pleasure. Watching them have sex, the being able to fuck the shit out of one of them afterwards. And it would be completely humiliating to Lisa, which, if I know your sister, she would enjoy nearly as much. What do you say?" Marc brought his arms around her and cupped the firm cheeks of her ass. He picked her up and she automatically wrapped her long legs around his waist. He pulled her pubic mound into the hard lump of his erection. Kim pushed back into him and began to dry hump him through his underwear. He kissed her, touching her lips softly, then forcefully. Kim moaned as their lips parted and his tongue invaded her mouth. She accepted it eagerly, sucking on it as she twined her tongue around his. As the kiss ended, she smiled, giggling, "I guess that means you like my plan and are glad to be part of it." Marc smiled back, "I guess it does. So, what now?" "First off, you should probably set me down before I tear your undies of with my teeth and fuck you right here and now. There will be time enough for that later. Next, I'll need about ten minutes with Lisa alone. Maybe you should go take a shower and put some bandages on those scrapes. When you're ready, just walk into my room naked and we'll go from there. Sound good?" Ten minutes and twelve seconds later, Marc, freshly washed, opened Kim's bedroom door and strolled in. Kim sat on her bed, naked. Lisa was kneeling in front of her legs apart, arms behind her back, bound at the elbows and wrists. Marc could see a blue butt plug in her ass and the end of a large pink vibrator protruding from her pussy, the bottom of which rested on the floor. Kim had her legs splayed open. Her hands were in Lisa's hair so she could control her head. Kim was making Lisa lick her. "Ohhh, yes, that's it. Fuck my pussy with your tongue, you nasty slut. Ahh, fuck, yeah, right there. Now suck on my clit. Be a good little slut. Oh, god yessssss, AAAGHHHHH!" she yelled as she climaxed. "Now lick up all your Mistresses juices. Clean it good like the pussy hungry slut you are." Kim looked up and saw Marc standing there, fully erect. She gasped then smiled as she noted the size of his hard cock. Definitely not a sock! "Hello, Marc. Have a seat, make yourself comfortable and enjoy the show. If you feel like jacking off, feel free." Hearing Kim speak, Lisa began to struggle, trying to pull her head out of Kim's crotch. Kim immediately forced the blonde's head back into place. "I don't recall giving you permission to stop or do anything other than lick my cunt clean, slut! Now get to it and don't you dare stop until I say so!" she commanded firmly. Instead of obeying, Lisa continued to struggle. Kim jerked Lisa's head back and slapped her hard on the cheek. "I gave you and order, slut. Why is it that you think you're free to disobey me?" Lisa began to stammer, "No, Kim, Marc can't be here, please..." She was cut off by another slap on the cheek. "Shut up, slut. Marc is here because I asked him. And since he decided to accept my invitation, there's something we need to get worked out. And that is you being a mean, nasty, cunt bitch to your brother. I don't know why you act that way, and I don't really care. But it ends tonight!" She stood up and hauled Lisa to her feet by her hair. "Don't you dare let that vibrator come out or I'll whip your pussy with the riding crop and not let you cum for a week." Lisa, wide eyes filling with tears, brought her legs together to keep the device, already halfway out, from sliding the rest of the way. "Oh, my poor little slut. I forgot how wet you like to get when you're treated this way," Kim mocked with concern. "Here, let me help you," she continued as she reached down and pushed the toy deep inside Lisa. "Is that better?" Kim cooed as she flicked her finger over Lisa's clit, causing the blonde to shudder. Lisa, barely able to move her head, managed to nod slightly. "Good girl. Now we're going to show your little brother just what kind of a nasty slut you are. You're going to get on your knees in front of him and beg his forgiveness for the way you've treated him. But first, we're going to make sure that vibrator doesn't come out until I want." Kim went to the nightstand, opened a drawer and removed a harness. It was soon in place, strapped around Lisa's waist and between her legs, keeping the vibrator firmly in place. "Now, do as your told, slut". Lisa walked over to her brother and knelt before him. Kim followed sat crosswise on his lap and draped an arm around his shoulders. She let her other hand drift down and wrap around the section of his shaft that was sticking up above the thigh she'd nestled against it. She jacked him slowly and, with an imperious look at Lisa, leaned into Marc and kissed him deeply. "Kim, what the hell are you doing!?" Lisa shouted. Breaking Through Kim ignored her and continued to kiss Marc. Lisa began demanding an explanation, yelling and cussing at both of them. Finally the kiss ended and Kim fixed an angry glare on Lisa. "I'm doing what we've talked about several times; bringing another person, most likely a guy, into our fun. If I remember right, you agreed that it would be someone of MY choosing, who may or may not want to fuck you, but would be here to see what a obedient, horny slut you are, to help me humiliate you like you wanted. "Dammit, Kim, please, not Marc, not him!" "Yes, him. And as you've embarrassed me by your rank disobedience, by disrespecting your Mistress and your brother with your outburst, I think there's no need for you to say anything until you've learned your lesson." Kim swirled her finger over the tip of Marc's cock, collecting a bit of the precum gathered there. She stuck the finger in her mouth and sucked it with obvious pleasure. "Mmmm, that's tasty. I'll be sure to get some more of that later, but first, if you'll excuse me, Marc, I have to attend to a disobedient cunt of a slave." She slide off Marc's lap, went to the nightstand and produced a ball gag. She came back, grabbed Lisa by the hair, forced her head back, then jammed the gag into her mouth. "And don't think I didn't notice that you didn't kneel properly either. Now spread your legs!" Lisa gave Kim an angry, defiant look and shook her head. Kim sighed, then went and leaned into Marc. Whispering in his ear, she said, "Lisa is putting up more resistance than I expected. Just play along and I promise it will turn out they way we planned. Okay, sweetie? But for now, I'll need the chair." Marc turned to look at Kim. He put his hands on either side of her head and forced her lips to his, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Kim, surprised by his action, resisted for a split second, then melted into the kiss with an ardor that she did expect, but found herself enjoying more than she'd imagined. He wrapped one hand in her hair and pulled he head back with firm gentleness, breaking their kiss and exposing her throat. With his other hand he cupped a breast and squeezed. Nibbling his way down her neck, past the collarbone and onto the swell of her other breast, he ended by sucking her hard nipple between his teeth and bite down softly. Kim moaned loudly and shuddered with jolts of electricity that ripped through her. Marc released her and stood up. "Far be it for me to interfere with the punishment of a, say, what is Lisa? A disobedient slut or a disobedient slave?" Kim grinned wickedly and laughed. "All of the above, but I'll fix that!" Kim turned to Lisa, whose glare of rage turned to fear as the Asian girl dragged her to her feet roughly by her hair. Kim forced the girl behind the chair and pushed her forward, so Lisa was bent over the back of the chair with her face in the seat. The chairback was high enough that the tips of her toes barely touched the floor. "Marc, would you be so kind as to hold my slut in place while I get some things? Just keep hold of her hair and don't let her smother." Marc took hold of his sister and pulled her head up. Lisa continued to struggle and wiggle free of her tormentors, her cries muffled by the ball gag. Kim rummaged in her closet and returned with a set of ankle cuffs, a piece of metal about a yard long with eye loops at either end, a paddle and a riding crop. With deft movements, she attached the cuffs to Lisa's ankles, then the metal bar to the cuffs, spreading Lisa's legs apart. Next, she secured the cuffs to the chair legs, binding Lisa in place. Afterwards, she removed the waist harness, the butt plug and the vibrator and switched it off. "You were both disobedient and disrespectful to your mistress and my invited guest. Your punishment will be ten strokes of the paddle on your ass for your disobedience. For your disrespect, the punishment will be five strokes on you pussy with the crop. And as your disrespect was to both me and your brother, it will be five strokes each, ten in total." She looked at Marc and said, "Marc, courtesy would suggest that you administer your part of the punishment. But unless you've had sufficient practice to do this safely, it would be better if I did it." "Sure, go ahead. It's not like I've done this before." "No, I didn't think you had. But one needs to start somewhere. Why don't we do it like this; you give her ten spanks with your hand and I'll take care of the rest?" "Sounds good." "Okay. Make sure you keep your palm flat and your fingers together. Usually I make her count the strokes. But since the poor dear has something in her mouth, I'll count off for her. Whenever you're ready, Marc." Kim knelt down in front of the chair and lifted Lisa's head. She stroked her cheek softly and said, "You've been mean to your brother for years, now you're going to get a little of your comeuppance. I hope Marc enjoys this as much as I'm going to enjoy watching." SMACK! The first blow landed. Lisa's eyes went wide with pain and teared up. Her scream was muffled by the gag. "That's one." Kim smiled. "Marc, do try and wait a second or two between each swat. Change up the timing and where you strike. The anticipation of the next blow is as much a part of the punishment as the actual spanking." Marc took Kim's advise and continued the punishment with Kim counting off the blows. She noticed that as he spanked his sister, Marc's cock seemed to swell and become harder. She also noticed that Lisa was pushing back just a little each time his hand made contact on her ass. Once the tenth blow landed Kim said, "Marc! You're a natural. Maybe you would like to give her my ten also, or is your hand too sore?" "Oh, Kim, I've been dying to to see Lisa spanked for years. If my hand was a bloody stump right now I'd still say 'yes'!" "Be my guest, then." SMACK! "Eleven." Marc finished the spanking, his eyes fever bright and his cock throbbing visibly. Kim saw that Lisa's face was covered in arousal. Kim leaned in close to her slave. "You liked that, didn't you, having your pretty ass spanked by your brother? I'll bet your pussy is soaking,' she whispered into her ear. Lisa, flushed from her treatment, blushed crimson, then nodded slightly. Kim stood up and hugged Marc. "You did great for your first time, lover boy." She ran her fingers lightly over Lisa's reddened ass cheeks. "You spread it around nice and even, her ass is a prefect shade of red and there isn't even finger marks which means you landed each stroke perfectly." Kim ran a fingertip down along Lisa's slit and found it wet. She pushed the finger into her pussy. Lisa moaned as it entered. She'd been right, the girl was dripping with arousal. Kim removed her finger, brought it to her mouth and sucked it clean of Lisa's juices. She wrapped her arms around Marc and pulled him into a deep kiss. His arms went around her as he returned her attention. The hand he'd used for the spanking made contact with her skin and felt hot enough to burn. She caught his hand and turned it over. Marc's palm was nearly the same color as Lisa's ass. Kim kissed it gently and pressed his palm onto her breast, soaking up its heat. "I'll teach you how to handle the paddle safely so you won't have to do that to yourself again. It must hurt quite a bit." "It does, but not as much as her ass, I'll bet!" Kim laughed and gave him another kiss. She reached down and squeezed his cock. "I need to finish punishing this cunt. As soon as I'm done taking care of her, I'll take care of you, really good care." Give me a hand?" "Sure, what do you need?" "I need to have this monster inside me," she giggled, giving his cock another squeeze. "But for now, if you would keep the count, please?" "No problem." She picked up the riding crop and flicked her wrist a few times. The noise of the crop slicing through the air, followed by the snap of the leather fob at its end caused Lisa to shudder visibly. As she moved to take her position behind the bound girl, Kim ran the end of the crop over Lisa's body, interspersed with an occasional flick in the air. She took her time and traced different lines down her side, around the outer swell of her breast, along her spine, each line broken by a SWOOSH-SNAP, just above the skin. Kim ended her build up on the inside of Lisa's legs and thighs. She went from one side to the other slowly, but would pause each time she passed Lisa's crotch to gently run the fob over her exposed and vulnerable labia. SWISH-SMACK! A sudden flick set the end of the crop directly on Lisa's labia. Lisa's shriek of pain was loud enough to fill the room even through the gag. "One. Damn, that sounded awful." "It is and it's supposed to be, Marc. If a punishment is given effectively, it won't need to be used except rarely. Disobedience is bad enough, but it can happen occasionally. Disrespect can never be tolerated. The punishments for disrespect are naturally far more severe and far more painful for that reason. Do you understand?" "Yeah," Marc nodded, "yeah, I get it. Please, continue." SWISH-SMACK! "Two." It was the longest ten count of Marc's life. By the end, he actually felt sorry for Lisa. She had stopped shrieking around 'seven', but eyes were red and her face was covered in the tears that streamed down freely. Kim set the crop down, got on her knees, and began to kiss and lick the spots she had abused so cruelly just moments before. Lisa's eyes soon dried and glazed over with arousal as the expression of pain that had clouded her face was replaced with ecstasy. A low guttural moan issued from her throat and her body began to shake. Kim continued to lick Lisa's pussy while she unfastened the ankle cuffs. Once Lisa's legs were free, Kim stood, dragging the tips of her engorged nipples over the back of Lisa's thighs. She unbound the restraints at Lisa's elbows, but left the wrists restraints as they were, and helped her stand. "Now then," Kim purred in Lisa's ear as she ran her fingers lightly over the blonde's breasts, pressing her own into Lisa's back, "let's try this one more time. Are you going to be a good, obedient slut?" Lisa nodded her head in acquiescence. "Good girl. Marc, would you have a seat? I think Lisa has something she'd like to say to you. Oops, I suppose it will be easier for her to say anything if she doesn't have her mouth full." Marc relaxed in the chair while Kim removed the gag, tossing on the bed, and unfastened the wrist cuffs from each other. As soon as she was done, Kim slide back into Marc's lap as she had before; crosswise, with her long legs extending over one side of the chair, one arm draped around his shoulders, her free hand squeezing and jacking his hard shaft. "Go ahead, Lisa." "Yes, Mistress." Lisa walked gingerly around to the front of the chair, facing the couple. She knelt, slowly, gracefully, until she was in what was, apparently, 'the proper position'. Her knees were spread wide and her feet together. Lisa's labia were red, swollen and glistening with arousal. Her spine was straight and her hands were clasped behind her, causing her back to arch upward slightly, making her large breasts jut out and her nipples point up. Though her chin was held high, she kept her eyes cast down demurely. "Mistress, would you allow your slut to speak to your guest?" "Yes, if you have something worth saying." "Marc, for years I've been a mean nasty bitch to you. I don't know why and I have no excuse. I'm sorry I've treated you so badly. Please forgive me." Lisa kept her tone flat and emotionless as she made the apology demanded of her. Kim stopped kissing Marc's neck. "Well, Marc, do you accept her apology?" He sighed. "Considering that this is the first time she's ever even tried to apologize, I think it only polite to take it at face value. Apology accepted." "Personally, I thought it left something to be desired, but if you're okay with it... Besides, right now I think there's something more pressing to deal with," Kim giggled again, as she gave his shaft another good squeeze. "Marc, you feel like you're ready to pop. Before you watch me give Lisa a good hard fucking, how would you like me to suck that fat cock of yours?" "You think I'm gonna say 'no'? Best offer I've had in weeks!" Kim moved so she was straddling his lap. She kissed him deeply on the mouth and they dueled with their tongues for a while. She began to slide off his lap, kissing her way down his body as she sank to the floor. He found his cock in the valley of her cleavage and felt her breasts pressed against his thighs. Now his cock was level with her face and she rubbed it lightly over the soft smooth skin of her cheeks, first one, then the other. She kissed it then flicked her tongue out, barely touching the veined shaft. Kim worked her way down to the base, then up until she could lap at the sticky precum which had coated the head. With her lips pursed together, she slowly engulfed his cock, letting its girth push her lips open. Kim massaged his shaft with her tongue as she took more of him in until it filled her mouth. She gagged slightly as his head hit the top of her throat, then pulled back until only the mushroomed head was left inside. Kim repeated her actions, bobbing her head with agonizing slowness while she jacked the bottom two thirds of his shaft with delicate hands. Marc groaned with pleasure at her ministration. He glanced up and saw Lisa, still kneeling before him. She was flushed, lips parted slightly, breathing fast and shallow, hard nipples engorged and extended. Her pelvis seemed to jerk and undulate of its own accord. He'd never seen her this way, full of lust, a slave to desire. Her mouth worked silently. He realized she was opening and closing it in time with Kim's bobbing head, as if, as if she was the one sucking his cock. That thought created and image of her, his sister, the one who had tormented him for years, on her knees sucking his cock, making him cum and swallowing his load, and doing it willingly, with total abandon. That image tore through his mind and sent him over the edge. He exploded in Kim's mouth, taking her by surprise. She worked to swallow his essence, but it was too much. Dribbles of his cum leaked from the corners of her mouth and trickled down her face. As his spurs slowed she began to suck him harder and finally extracted the last of his load. Kim pulled her head off him with a small 'pop'. She smiled and opened her mouth, revealing she hadn't swallowed the last of it. With a wicked look in her eyes, she closed her mouth, turned around and crawled to Lisa. The kiss she gave the girl was deep and sensuous. Lisa's eyes widened in surprise, then closed in bliss as she accepted the gift of her Mistress. Kim pressed her hand into Lisa's crotch and the girl began pushing against it, fucking herself on her Mistress's fingers. Kim broke the kiss, but Lisa leaned forward and licked her face clean with obvious delight. Kim pushed a hand in between Lisa's opened legs and found her dripping wet. As Lisa began to hump herself on Kim's hand, Kim cooed into Lisa's ear, "Jeezus, your pussy is soaking wet. I hope you're ready for a good hard fucking. I'm going to bend you over then pound tasty little pussy and then that tight little ass while Marc watches. I want him to see what kind of a slut you are. And you are going to enjoy ever second of it, aren't you?" "Oh, yessss, Mistress. Please fuck my pussy until I cum." "No, slut, I'm going to fuck you until your brother says you can cum," Kim purred softly, so only Lisa could hear. "And while I'm fucking you, I want you to imagine that its Marc's big cock inside you." Lisa's eyes went wide. She whispered a barely audible "Oh God," and began shaking violently as her orgasm ripped through her. "You came without permission! Bad girl! Bad slut!" "I'm sorry, Mistress. I lost control when..." Kim growled into Lisa's ear, "When you imagined being fucked by your brother's big dick?" "Yes, Mistress." Kim stood, leaving the still shivering Lisa kneeling in front of Marc. Their conversation between the two girls had been in low whispers, inaudible to him. Kim said to Marc, "Lisa disobeyed again. I told her that she was not to cum until you gave her permission. Her punishment is a spanking, five swats. Would you be a dear and give them to her while I get myself ready?" Marc nodded his assent and started to stand. "No, don't get up. She'll get herself in position so you can spank her without inconveniencing yourself. Oh, and Lisa? From now on you will address Marc as 'Sir'." "Yes, Mistress." Marc sat back in the chair. Lisa got on her hands and knees and began to crawl to him. She slithered up his body, eyes burning with heat, making as much contact between their bodies as she could. Now she was laying across his lap, her ass in the air his rapidly stiffening cock poking into her belly. "I'm ready for my punishment, Sir, at your pleasure." SMACK! "AGGGHHHH! One, Sir. May I please have another?" Marc delivered the assigned punishment, Lisa moaning with a mixture of pleasure and pain as he did. She could feel his cock become rock hard under her as it took place. The last blow landed on her reddened ass cheeks,. Lisa finished the count and lay across his lap breathing hard, writhing. "Please, Sir," she finally managed to whisper, "Please, may I cum?" All at once, Marc became acutely aware that it was his sister, lying naked, on his lap. His naked lap. And him sporting a huge boner which was digging into the soft smooth skin of her stomach. "Get. Off. Of. Me," he replied tersely, through gritted teeth. Lisa scrambled from his lap, a shocked look on her face. Kim, who had absented herself, returned wearing a large, purple strap-on. She surveyed the scene. "What's going on?" Lisa scrambled into her kneeling position. "Sir has finished correcting my disobedience, Mistress, and commanded me to get off his lap." Kim glanced at Marc, who wore a tight, unreadable expression. He met her eyes. "Yeah, like she said, I gave her the spanking and told her to get off of me." The body language and faces of the siblings told her that something had just passed between the two. She decided she would let it pass for now and talk to Lisa later, in private. Kim stepped up to the kneeling girl and pushed the strap-on to her lips. Lisa opened her mouth began to suck it. Kim started to fuck her face. She grabbed Lisa's hair and pulled her forward, forcing the length of it down her throat. Her pelvis touched Lisa's lips before she withdrew and then pushed it all the way in again. After a few minutes of this, Kim pulled back. "Bend over, slut; I think you're ready for a good fucking." Lisa hurried to comply. She stayed on her knees, but leaned forward until she could rest her weight on her forearms, the tips of her breasts just touching the carpet. Kim got on her knees behind her, lined up the strap-on, and buried it in Lisa's pussy with one motion. Lisa's back arched and she moaned with pleasure as she was penetrated. Kim began to fuck her with long hard stokes. One hand came down, grabbed her hair and pulled her head up. Her eyes were glazed with lust and unfocused, riding the waves of pleasure flowing through her. "Oh FUCK YES! Ahhhhh! Thank you, ooooooh, Mistress! Pound my pussy! Oh GOD, I love it. I love being your slut! Fuck me! Fuck your slut!" Marc watched the two. As before, he was transfixed. His self loathing at being turned on by his sister increased as his cock became harder. He wanted to leave, but his limbs were as numb as his mind, which kept flashing visions of him behind his sister, fucking her so hard she was whimpering and moaning her desire. "Make me cum, Marc. Please, I want to cum. Let me cum for you," vision-Lisa kept pleading. Breaking Through The vision flashed back into reality. Lisa was focused on him, begging, "Please, Marc, I want to cum. Aggghhh, fuck! Please tell me to cum. I want it. Want it so much. Pleeaaasse...." His jaw worked soundlessly. He heard a voice say, "Fuck her in the ass, Kim". Marc felt like he was watching a movie. He saw Kim pull back, the strap-on glistening with Lisa's juices. She kept one hand entwined in his sister's hair, the other she used to line up with Lisa's puckered sphincter. Kim pushed forward a little, penetrating her ass. Lisa pushed herself back, taking the length of it into her ass. He heard her moaning with obvious pleasure as she writhed and ground herself on Kim's prosthetic penis. He saw himself sitting in the chair, cock standing stiffly, its head coated with pre-cum. Both girls were obviously consumed with desire. Kim's eyes burned brightly. Lisa's were glazed with lust and arousal. Their skins were flushed, nipples eraser-hard nubs. Kim fucked Lisa's ass with long, hard strokes. Lisa's ass shimmied with the force of Kim's thrust in and out of her tight puckered hole. Over the rasp of their breathing and Lisa's guttural cries, he heard her pleading once more. Pleading him for release. He saw himself stand and walk unsteadily toward the pair. His cock was inches away from Lisa's parted lips He heard himself say "You can cum when I cum," then, horrified, saw himself force his cock into her mouth as she came forward. He kept pressing as she moved back until she was skewered on his cock and Kim's detachable dick. In a sudden rush, he was back in his body. He could feel Lisa's gagging on his cock, her throat milking him, wide eyes looking up, filled with...Surprise? Fear? Lust? A combination of the three? Something else? All at once, he exploded, his cum gushing into her. Lisa swallowed it all, her body shaking with release. Horrified that he'd violated his sister in such an abject manner, he began to pull back, but Lisa moved forward, as if unwilling to let him go. She kept sucking on him as hard as she could until his cock popped free with an audible 'pop'. "Well, for someone who said he wasn't going to touch his sister' you sure touched her pretty damn good!" Kim smirked. A sudden onslaught of fury, driven by shame and self loathing, boiled over in Marc. "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING CUNT!" he shouted. Before Kim could react, he was on her. He grabbed her by the hair and, tearing her from Lisa, threw her on the bed. Fear and shock painted her face. In an instant, he was there. "Marc..." Kim began, trembling. He silenced her with a hard slap to the face. "I SAID SHUT UP!" He grabbed her again and flipped her over onto her stomach. Kim tried to fight, but Marc took hold of her wrists and pinned them behind her back. He was on top of her, cock still hard from his released rage. Her strap-on was in the way. He tore at the Velcro fasteners and ripped it off her. He got a knee between her thighs and forced them apart. SMACK! Kim cried out as his hand came down on her ass. "I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP! NOW PUT YOU ASS IN THE AIR AND TAKE WHAT'S COMING TO YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH!" SMACK! He landed another blow. Now sobbing, Kim did as he said. Without ceremony Marc pushed into her. His cock sank into her pussy easily. She was tight, but very wet. He fucked her mercilessly. Her body pushed back against his thrusts, slamming up to meet him. Each time she did, his anger increased. "You like that bitch? Well, fuck you! You won't like this next part nearly as much!" As Marc pulled out of her, Kim groaned in protest. Still holding her wrists, he pushed his cock against the tight ring of her ass. "Oh God, no! You're too big. Please, Marc, don't AAAAHHHHHHHH!" Kim shrieked as the head of his dick was forced past her tight opening. He continued to push himself inside. "OH GOD, PLEASE, IT HURTS, YOU'RE GOING TO TEAR ME APART! PLEASE STO...mphh!" Whatever else Kim had to say was muffled by the gag Marc found lying on the bed as he shoved it into her mouth. His pelvis made contact with her ass. He stopped a moment, feeling the walls of her rectum pulse and throb around him cock. Marc pulled back, then pushed forward. Kim's muffled cry only served to inflame his desire, his desire to punish her. He pulled back and pushed forward again. And again. And again. He fucked her brutally. Marc wasn't even aware when her muffled cries of pain became grunts of pleasure. He only knew he was doing what he wanted and exhilarated the power he had. All at once, for the third time that night, he came. His orgasm swept over him as he unloaded a torrent of cum deep inside her bowels. Dimly he became aware that Kim was shuddering violently, grinding herself against him. The next thing he knew, he was lying on his side, Kim's diminutive frame next to him. Lisa was sitting behind him, her cool hand brushing his cheek. "Marc?" Marc bolted upright. The memory of what had just occurred slashed through his skull. Panicked he looked at Kim, then Lisa. He recoiled from Lisa's hand. "Oh Fuck! What... DON'T TOUCH ME!" he yelled. Marc leaped from the bed and ran from the room. He felt dirty, soiled, stained. "Oh Christ, what have I done?" he groaned silently as he hurried into the bathroom and got in the shower. He turned the water on full blast, as hot as he could stand, then hotter still. The water poured over his body. At some point, it turned cold. Eventually he got out and wrapped a towel around him. He went to his room and lay down. Sleep eluded him. Marc's mind was a whirl, but he couldn't focus. He got up, pulled on some sweat pants and a tee shirt. The house was dark, quiet. Good. He needed to be alone, to think. No, if he thought about what he'd done... Marc made his way to the kitchen. The girls kept a couple of bottles of booze hidden above the fridge. He grabbed the first one he found, spun the cap off, and took a long swallow. The sour mash bourbon burned its way down his throat, giving him something to focus on. Another swallow. And another. The walls began to close in. Marc went outside and sat down on the steps of the back porch. Another swallow. He reveled in the burning sensation of the liquor as he drank. The warmth collected in his gut and spread. Marc lifted the bottle for another drink and realized it was empty. How much had he drunk? He didn't know. He hadn't checked to see which bottle he'd grabbed or how much was in it. No matter. There was more. He started to rise when a black hole opened up underneath him. He fell into the darkness and all awareness left him. "Marc?" Light burned through his closed eyelids, blinding him. Someone was running a jackhammer in his skull. "Marc, baby, can you hear me? Are you okay? The voice sounded far away, but also, perversely, like it was being shouted in his ear. He felt something cool and wet on his face. "Marc, are you hurt? Please, say something." The voice sounded gentle, concerned, but still far to loud. He groaned and tried to lift his head. Big mistake. Everything started spinning. He felt a straw being pushed through his dry lips. "Here, honey, take a sip. Easy now." He sipped. Water swirled in his mouth. It tasted awful. He spat it out and groaned again. "It's okay, Marc. Have another drink." He did. He managed to swallow it. The liquid hit his stomach and he retched. Soft hands held his head as he vomited. The wet cloth came back, cool and soothing against his face. He felt his head being lifted then set down gently, replacing the rough concrete of the steps with something soft. "Try to drink some more, Marc. You're dehydrated. You did yourself pretty bad last night. But after you get enough water in you, and some ibuprofen, you'll feel a lot better." The hands began moving around his head. "I don't feel any lumps and I can't see any bruises. I think he just drank himself into a stupor. He should be okay, Kim." Marc forced his eyes open. His head was in Lisa's lap. Kim was next to her, concern written all over her face. She gave him a timid smile. "It's alright, Marc, drink some more water. Don't try and get up until you're ready." Time passed. The girls kept urging him to drink the water and talking to him in gentle soothing tones. He puked several more times. Each time, they held his head and passed the washcloth over his face when he was finished. At some point, they got him to swallow several ibuprofen. Eventually, his head quit spinning and he was able to sit up. "Shit, Marc, you're a mess. C'mon, let us help you into the shower and get you cleaned up." With Kim on one side and Lisa on the other, they got Marc to his feet and helped him to the bathroom. By the time they arrived, his head was spinning again. Marc felt his gorge rise, but was able to make it to the toilet before he threw up. The girls waited patiently until he was finished. Kim turned on the shower, then both Kim and Lisa helped him stand up, removed his clothes and got him under the water. "Take your time, Marc," Lisa said, "You'll probably want to hurl again, but it's okay, just go ahead and let it go down the drain. I'll be right here if you need anything. Kim, sweetie, would you go get some more water? He's gonna need it." The water was warm, pleasant. Marc's head was still pounding, but already the pain was beginning to recede. He let the water flow into his mouth, swished it around and spat. The shower curtain opened. Lisa handed him two more ibuprofen and Kim gave him a sports bottle after he swallowed the pills. This time he drank deeply, draining the bottle. He felt like retching again, but this time only a foul tasting burp came out. By the time the hot water ran out, Marc felt nearly human. They helped him from the shower and dried him off. "Do you think you can eat, Marc? Lisa be a dear and go get some breakfast going. Hangover food. I'll help Marc get dressed." Kim and Marc got to his room. Marc sat on the bed while Kim dug out a clean pair of shorts and an oversized tee shirt. "Kim, about last night, I...I want to apologize..." "No, Marc, I'm the one who needs to apologize. I pushed you too far and too fast." "Maybe, but I'm the one who lost control. I RAPED you, Kim. I held you down and forced myself on you, even when you pleaded for me to stop. I HURT you. How can you say that was your fault?" "Because it was, Marc. Remember, it was my plan. I was the one who was directing it. And I knew something had happened between you and Lisa. I should have stopped right there, but I didn't. And when I set it up so she had to beg you for release... And I knew you didn't want to be in a position where you'd do something with Lisa." "I could have left. I should have. I wanted to, but..." "Marc, just listen. After you left last night, Lisa and I talked about what happened. We don't blame you. And you know what else? We both liked what happened. Lisa admitted she's been hot for you for a couple of years now. But how could she ever admit something like that? I've been hot for you ever since you moved in. But how could I do anything about it when I was involved with Lisa? And you know what else? When you came in Lisa's mouth, she said she had the biggest orgasm of her life. The same thing happened to me when you fucked me, especially when You fucked me in the ass. I came so hard I literally passed out." "So what are you saying?" Kim slide onto the bed next to Marc and put her arms around him. "I'm saying, lover-boy, that you can't rape the willing. You didn't do anything that either Lisa or me didn't want. In fact, Lisa's more upset about you not wanting her to touch you. She thinks that she's been a bitch to you for so long that you hate her and you think she's ugly. Do you?" "No. God No!" I've never hated her. Been pissed off at her, sure. And I've always known how beautiful she is." ""Well, then you better tell her that. We certainly don't want her to start being all super bitch again, do we?" Kim leaned into Marc for a kiss, but Marc put his hand up. "Maybe I better go brush my teeth, My mouth tastes like roadkill and sweat-socks." Kim kissed his cheek and rose. "Yeah, go do that. See you in the kitchen, sweetie." Marc brushed his teeth. By the time he was done, the smell of bacon and coffee pervaded the house. His hangover, though not gone, had subsided to the point he was ravenously hungry. He entered the kitchen. Lisa, dressed in a tight, white tank top and lacy boy shorts, was transferring eggs from a skillet to a platter. Bacon was sizzling on the griddle. Kim was dressed in a light yellow tee shirt, several sizes too small which emphasized her breasts and bared her midriff, and a pair of Hello Kitty panties. Kim immediately gave Marc a tight hug and a deep kiss. Lisa smiled at him sadly. Marc pried Kim off him and went to his sister. "Marc, about what happened..." she began. He cut her off by sweeping her into his arms and kissing her passionately. Lisa stiffened, surprised, then melted into his embrace and returned his kiss ardently. As they broke their kiss, Marc reached out and pulled Kim into a three-way hug. "Alright. I'm hungry and the food smells great. Let's eat. After breakfast we'll sort all this out. Sit down, Lisa, I'll get the food. Kim, set the table." While they ate, the three chatted joked. Marc noticed the girls how the girls would continually touch him; the brush of a hand against his arm, a foot on his legs. If his cup ran low on coffee, or if his plate began to empty, they would rush to serve him until made them stop. Once the last of the food was gone, they sat sipping coffee. "Damn, Lisa that was some good eats. Thanks for breakfast. And to both of you, thanks for taking care of me this morning. I mean it. Kim, would you take care of the dishes? I think Lisa and me need to talk." They all got up and Marc took Lisa by the hand. He took her into the living room where they both sat on the couch. "Lisa, Kim told me you and she talked after, after I left. I want you to know that I don't hate you and I don't think you're ugly. In fact, you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen." Lisa's face lit up. "Did Kim also tell you..." "About how you've felt about me? Yeah, she told me. She also said that you really liked everything I did to you last night. I liked it too, but..." "But what?" "You're still, my sister, Lisa. What happened was wrong. And it's illegal too. As much as I want to, we can't." Lisa's face darkened. She slumped down and hung her head. Marc reached out and put his arm around her. Lisa nestled in close, pressed herself against him and laid her head on his chest. He could feel her body quiver, then shake. "Hey, Lisa, are you okay?" She shook her head and hugged herself to him tightly. "Lisa, hey, c'mon, what's the matter?" She shook her head again. Marc reached down and placed his hand under her chin. "Lisa, look at me. Tell me what's wrong." He applied gentle pressure to her chin. Lisa resisted a little, then lifted her head. Her face was wet with tears. "Lisa..." "You're my brother, that's what's wrong!" she shouted. All at once, she began to bawl uncontrollably. She buried her face into his chest and sob. Perplexed, Marc did the only thing he could; put both arms around her and held her tight. Eventually, the sobbing ceased and her body quit shaking. After a couple of deep breaths she started talking, almost in a whisper. "The whole time we were growing up, after Dad left, we had to put up with all of mom's husbands, all those stupid step-dads. She treated them all like shit. The more she treated them bad, the more attention they gave her, until she got sick of them and got rid of them. I guess I wanted you to pay more attention to me, but I didn't know how other than be mean to you. But even when I was, and you tried to get back at me, you were never as mean as you could have been. "But it made me mad that I could be so mean to you, but you always tried to be nice to me until I went to far and you pushed back. Then you'd go back to trying to be nice again. Even when we got older, when I started going out with boys, I would treat them like shit. And they would pay attention to me. I could make them do whatever I wanted. I hated them because they were spineless jerks, but I needed them around to make me feel good until I got bored with them and dumped them. But you never let me push you around the way I did them. You were always standing up to me when I was a bitch. "And when we were in high school, I heard about the fights you'd get into when guys would talk shit about me. Sometimes, a lot of times, I would set them up so they would, so you'd fight them. It was the only way I could get you to do something I wanted. But even then, I knew it was because you cared about me. "After I came to college, I began to miss you. I could still make people do what I wanted, until I met Kim. She's the only other person who's ever been strong enough to make me back down. Then, last night, the first time you spanked me, I realized I've always wanted you. God it turned me on so much. But then you pushed me off, and it hurt me so bad because I thought you were rejecting me. "The whole time Kim was fucking me, I was imagining that it was you fucking me. I loved you being in control of when I could cum. I loved it when you told Kim to fuck me in the ass. When you shoved you cock into my mouth and came, it was the most intense orgasm I ever had in my life, ever. I thought, I wanted you to take me right then and there, to do to me what you did to Kim. I wanted it so bad. But you yelled at me, told me not to touch you. It was like I was the ugliest person in the world and you hated me for all those things I did to you. "And then you kissed me before breakfast. Oh God, I've never been that happy. I thought that meant everything was okay between you and me, and we could be together. But no, we can't, because I'm you're fucking sister." Lisa began to weep again. She looked up at Marc, her eyes red and puffy, face streaked with tears and a little bit of snot leaking from her nose. "I don't care if you're my brother. I know you're a good person. I trust you, Marc and I love you. I want to be with you, make you happy, make up for all the shit I've done to you. You're the only man I've ever felt this way for." Lisa broke down again. She buried her face in his chest as hard sobs racked her body. Marc held her close, stunned by her confession. His headache had started up again, pounding in his brain. He had no idea what to say, so wisely, he said nothing. He tried to think, but the throbbing in his skull made it difficult. Marc closed his eyes, The throbbing abated somewhat. Lisa began to quiet down. Within a few moments, they were both asleep. Marc woke up; Lisa curled up on the couch beside him. God, she looked so beautiful. His headache was gone and his mind was clear. Slowly it began to function. Lisa had dropped a huge bomb earlier when she bared her soul to him. She said she loved him, and not like a sister. What the hell? How was he supposed to deal with that? His body knew exactly what to do. Even as his brain resumed function, he noticed his stiff cock was pressing into her belly. Strangely, he felt none of the guilt or self loathing that beset him last night. He brushed some of her hair from her face and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. Lisa stirred a little and snuggled closer, pressing herself into him. He could feel her breasts, rising and falling with her breath, against his chest. Kim padded into the room quietly. She came over to the couch and knelt next to the pair. "That was quite a talk you two had." "You were listening?"