3 comments/ 70318 views/ 8 favorites Heather's Day Out By: BrettJ By popular demand -- another Heather & Bryan adventure. Don't worry readers, I have many more in mind -- and you won't believe what I have in mind for our naughty friends! * Bryan Adamson couldn't figure it out. He'd never seen his sister, Heather, in such a pissy mood. This wasn't like her, not in the least. Oh, his fiery redheaded sibling could get angry, sometimes moody -- but the attitude she'd displayed as of late was not his cute, sexpot sis. After a wild night of loving with his girlfriend, one of the few women who might match his sister-lover's passion, Bryan was relaxing. Insatiable little Racquel was sucking his cock with lavish strokes, she hadn't had enough just yet. He laughed when he thought that she'd been a virgin only month ago, she was an insatiable cockslut now. Her technique differed from Heather's, but it got results, he could already feel himself getting ready for another round. He heard the clicking of stiletto heels on the hardwood floor and turned to see Ingrid entering the room with a tray of steaming mugs of coffee -- ahhh, much-needed caffeine. Following behind, carrying a tray of pastries, was sex-kittenish Carrie, Ingrid's daughter and Racquel's sister. All were his lovers, insatiable sluts all, ready for anything sexual, living depraved lives with him as -- with their consent -- the "Lord of the Manor". Ice-cool Ingrid slid into bed beside her sensual brunette daughter and their shared lover. It had been he, with the full encouragement of Ingrid and Carrie, who had taken Racquel's much-cherished virginity mere months ago, Bryan had been tireless and recognizing a good thing when they saw it, all three women kept fucking him whenever he had time. All were unique, all three had their merits, and any one could exhaust a man. Once timid and gentle, Racquel was now a wildcat, demanding and fierce. Ingrid, still cool under pressure. Carrie was -- well, she was Carrie. But it was Heather, sister or not, who was his life-partner. They had tried for some time to figure out how they were going to make their incestuous relationship work, for neither could could stay away from the other for long. All Heather had to do was wink at Bryan and he was rampant to get into her fiery little cunt and he knew she'd never deny him her slinky bod. Sometimes poolside, she would tease Bryan when no one was looking, slipping the bikini to one side and flashing titty or pussy. After hours, Bryan and Heather would have a clandestine rendezvous and fuck until they passed out. "You're distracted, lover" Ingrid said, idly running her slender fingers through her daughter's thick, brown hair. Few men could ignore Racquel's oral talents -- few women either, as Ingrid and Carrie knew well. Racquel was already snuggling in close to her sensual parent and licking in a teasing manner. Most times this would have Bryan ready to fuck in seconds, but it barely fazed him. Carrie noticed. "Okay studly, you're in bed with two of the hottest sluts in the known Universe, one naked, one in a naughty black Cami and stilettos, doing pervy things to each other while another naked blonde's in the room and you're, like, mehhh ... so just what the fuck's going on?" Bryan stirred and began running his hands down Ingrid's back, but by now, she and Racquel had pried themselves apart and Carrie stood beside the bed. She handed him a pastry from the tray and all of them glared at him. "Mmmff?" he said. "Don't talk while you're eating!" Ingrid admonished him, smacking his arm. " Motherrrrr !" Racquel chided, although she did laugh a bit as the 3 women each took a pastry. Bryan took a mouthful of coffee to wash down some of his Napoleon. He sighed -- these 3 were special, they were linked to each other, they were linked to him and to hide things from them was 100% wrong. They were all open books to Bryan, so how could he be otherwise? "Okay, first of all, apologies to all 3 of you. I'm sorry I wasn't at my best tonight, I have been kind-of distracted." Bryan admitted. "Even your distracted is better than most, darling" Ingrid said in her seductive tone, ruffling his hair. "Go on lover, we're listening." "It's Heather" Bryan told them. They all knew of his incestuous relationship with his sister and were cool with it. After the threeway lezfest he'd been privy to since Day One, Bryan knew he'd found kindred spirits and playmates for life. Racquel knew she loved Bryan, and he adored her in response, but there was an unbreakable bond with his sibling. "Okay, so what about Heather?" "She's been, to put it mildly, bitchy as hell and I don't know why." Bryan responded, finishing the last bite of his Napoleon and leaning against the headboard. "Is she jealous of you and me?" Racquel said, moving up the bed and nestling in the crook of his arms. That made enough room for Ingrid and Carrie to join them. "Nahh -- don't think so, she dates other people." Bryan said. "There's something else going on, but she won't talk about it. Shit, we've only fucked twice in the last 2 weeks and it sure wasn't as hot as normal. Thank God I have you 3 sluts." "Hey!" "I meant that as a compliment hon!" Bryan told his girlfriend. Ingrid and Carrie grinned. Racquel sighed. She wasn't quite as used to this free-wheeling lifestyle as her mother and sister, but she was making up for lost time. She looked over to see that Ingrid and Carrie were already preparing to attack her boyfriend, but biding their time. "I have an idea, if anyone wants to hear it" Ingrid piped up. "Of course Mom, you have the best ideas!" Racquel purred, which was true. It had been her mother's idea for the 3 of them to become sexually involved, Bryan catching them had been a happy circumstance. "Bryan, maybe your sister just needs a girl's day out. Racquel, you two haven't met yet. Why don't you invite her out for lunch?" "Uhhh -- Ingrid darlin', I don't think lunch is what my sister ... " Ingrid cut him off. "Racquel, when lunch is over, invite her over here for a drink." The little lightbulb over Bryan's head clicked on. He knew what his lover had planned for his sister, the kind of afternoon that he'd walked in on a few months prior. He was sure Heather would enjoy herself, she had with Alexus and Vickie and a few other naughty girlfriends. "If nothing else, she'll have a good afternoon and be mellow when she gets home!" Carrie chuckled. She screeched with laughter when Bryan pounced on her and began kissing her neck, shoulders, beautiful tits and began working her all over. Carrie's body began shuddering -- despite receiving orgasms from her mother and sister and Bryan earlier in the day, she was ripe for more sex. Her body wrapped around Bryan's as he thrust his cock deep into her hot grotto -- her cunt contracted around his prick as she saw her now-slutty sister tonguing Bryan's ass and working her nails on his back. Ingrid was behind Racquel, her slender digits fucking Racquel's horny pussy and now all were working in perfect syncopation. As a unit, they all fucked, everyone doing their utmost to heighten sexual pleasures. Racquel had no inhibitions now -- none. Incestuous pleasures with her mother and sister were a part of the daily routine now, many was the morning she would come down for breakfast and find her mother, clad in a silk dressing gown, making the meal. The tinier brunette would slip her arms around Ingrid and slide the robe to the ground, get between her parent's slender legs and begin eating her cunt. If she didn't do that, she would finger her mother's pussy until she climaxed. One morning, she got her mom on the kitchen table and ate her out, when Carrie came down, she ran up and got a strap-on and fucked holy hell out of her baby sister's perverted body. Bryan was the family's all-purpose stud, everyone screwed the younger man. To all intents and purposes, he was Racquel's younger boyfriend, but he serviced all of them. He found Ingrid the most fascinating -- her husband had just gone one day, but she picked up, got a good job and didn't let it affect her outlook. She had sex with whom she chose, although right now, it was only her daughters and Bryan. She fucked with a sensual coolness, although once in the throes of passion, all bets were off. Carrie was, as said earlier, Carrie, She was a total fucknymph, she loved to fuck. She'd happily inherited Ingrid's sex-drive, but she was wilder, from the minute she got into bed, she laughed and squealed and had a good time. Bryan was giving her a good time -- she rarely told him this, but the young stud was the best fuck she'd ever had, he had serious energy and style aplenty when he fucked. As his cock drilled into her, her body twisting to meet his thrusts, she knew a lot of it was tricks he'd picked up from Heather, some from her own mother. No matter -- whatever Bryan learned, he put to best use, her body responded and she nearly fell off the bed. If you had blinked, you would have missed it, Bryan just got back into position and in he went again, while she looked over to see her tanned sister and mother enjoying their own Sapphic bliss. She was so happy Racquel had given in to the cravings of her own body, almost every night the 3 women slept together, many times with Bryan as a happy addition. Ingrid had made a joke "One bed means less laundry". He'd never admit it to "his" girls, but Bryan had to work like hell to keep up with the three hellions. Since giving up her cherry, Racquel had gone from sweet and lovable to demanding and voracious, although still kind. Combined with the other sluts in her family -- did it run in families? -- and at times, Bryan was nearly done in. If they weren't fucking him to death, Heather was. He still fucked his Aunt Alexus from time-to-time and some of her friends. It was like he was in a world gone sex-mad, but he just ate properly, exercised and gave it his all. "Christ lover, fuck my little slut daughter's hole, that's it, ohhh Racquel, eat Mommy's pussy while your sister gets fucked. This is soooo good!" Ingrid moaned while her daughter serviced her. Bryan loved seeing Ingrid lose her cool, it was a sight few ever got to see. Her eyes almost changed color when she fucked and seemed to blaze with passion, he always wondered what idiot would ever leave a woman this hungry for sex? Racquel's tongue knew just where to lick to get Ingrid off, she'd learned her lessons well. Early on, after her first incestuous encounter with her family, she knew she was evil and kept waiting for the bad feelings to come, for her punishment. When it didn't come and she saw how happy everyone was, that Bryan was cool with it, she decided to become the most depraved fuckslut a man could want and she had happily taken on that task. "Oh shit Mom, you know how to make a girl cum!" she exclaimed, Ingrid had an innate sense of where to touch her and just where to lick to send Racquel over the moon. It was enhanced every time Bryan saw them, she loved being an exhibitionist, it was so unlike her previous demeanor. Bryan's hard-muscled body continued pumping Carrie full of meaty dick. Ingrid looked at her older daughter and winked -- no jealousy, no recriminations, just wonderful sex, all done with love and caring. He looked over and saw his girlfriend and her mother making lesbian love with a cool, tranquil passion. Carrie's ice-blue eyes, so much like Ingrid's, looked up at him and she hissed "Now really give it to me, you fucker!" Bryan laughed and thrust against her now, almost -- but not quite -- violently. Of the trio, it was Carrie who liked it roughest, Ingrid could handle anything, Racquel somewhere in the middle. Carrie herself moved up against him, her nails digging into his arms as he came. He flooded her pussy with his juices, then he was pushed away by Racquel. He fell back, looking up at Ingrid's amused face. "Let me clean you up, sis!" Racquel said in a sultry tone that was fairly recent. Carrie beamed at her younger sister and wiggled a bit to allow the brunette easy access to her cum-soaked body. Racquel loved eating cum, she licked and gave her sister little cat-baths to get her clean. "Remember that I fought this, in the beginning?" she said to Carrie. "I must have been out of my mind." "Well, that was part of the fun, seducing you, right Mom?" Carrie replied, nodding to her mother who was just cuddled up with Bryan. Ingrid nodded. Bryan thought of his sister and hoped they could bring her out of her bitchy-funk. His next thought was to wonder if there was any more coffee? Sitting poolside and working on her tan, Heather was still mad. At the world. At people in general. At circumstances. Mostly, she was mad at herself. It wasn't fair she take out her frustrations on her brother-lover and had he been home at the moment, she would have apologized, then using the absence of her parents to her best advantage, taken him upstairs and fucked his brains out. She might have even called Aunt Alexus over for some additional help, or checked to see if Vickie was available. But Bryan wasn't around. Heather was also mad at the fact that she was horny as hell, bored as all hell and neither Alexus nor Vickie were available. She wanted to be doing something, hopefully ending in something that would cool off the heat in her fiery red pussy. Heather was considering calling her friend Brandi, whom she hadn't seen for a while, and seeing if she was up for some naughty fun when she heard the phone ringing indoors. She scampered inside to answer it, out of breath when she reached it. "Hello?" "Hi, is this Heather?" "Yes, it is." "Hi Heather, this is Racquel." It took Heather a second to register that Racquel was the girl Bryan had been dating for a few months. Why was she calling her? She hoped nothing was wrong with Bryan and for a second, she went into panic mode. Luckily, Racquel's next words quelled that fear. "I've been thinking for a while that we should meet and I'm not doing anything at all this afternoon, my whole day is free. So, I was wondering if you'd like to have lunch with me?" Well, wasn't this an interesting development, Heather pondered. A way to cure her boredom and a chance to meet the girl who seemed to have captivated her brother so much. A chance to scope out the competition, so to speak. "That sounds like a nice idea, where and when?" "Do you know the Creperie? I love French food, is that okay?" "I do too, and yes, I know it. What time?" "1 PM okay with you?" "Sure, I'll see you then. Bye!" Heather hung up the phone and looked over at the clock on the wall. She had ample time to make herself look hot, despite trying to convince herself she wasn't jealous of Racquel's hold over Bryan, it simply wasn't true. She wanted to give Racquel a good show and she was going to maximize her look today, to show off her full potential. She grabbed a quick shower to rinse off the sunblock, resisting the urge for some self-pleasure. Toweling off, Heather went to her bureau and applied her makeup. Her face was glowing with healthy vitality by the time she was done, she'd accented her lashes with dark mascara and donned a pair of hoop earrings. Next, what to wear? Okay, she'd already decided on Bombshell. She had a gauzy red top that she chose to wear, and her sexiest black lace bra went on top -- she wasn't going braless, slut was not on the menu. She wasn't out to seduce the girl, for God's sakes, although if she was hot, maybe next time. Okay, she knew her ass was killer, so .... yep, leather miniskirt, to be sure. She had a few, but the best one was black and skintight. She loved the smooth leather against her ass and it always made her brother want to peel it off and fuck her senseless -- and she always let him. She wore panties that were lacy and matched the bra and decided to go the whole route, opting for stockings with garters and suspenders. Hmm -- boots or stilettos? Oh -- her pervy boots that came just past her knee with the stiletto tip. She wouldn't lack for attention upon arrival, that much she knew! Heather was hungry -- she was a girl of voracious appetites, in many ways, so she hoped Racquel wasn't a dainty little thing. One of the things she appreciated about French food was it was very sensual, rich and creamy and textured. She'd skipped breakfast and her stomach was growling when she got to the Creperie. Her oomphy look got the attention she desired, but she was about to be upstaged. She saw eyes turn and in walked a girl she knew had to be Racquel. OMFG, this girl was a honey. She had on a shimmering silver top, just on the "not" edge of trashy that showed the girl had lovely tits. She was wearing black leather pants that looked like she'd been poured into them. Her eyes were hidden by sunglasses and she was wearing a red floppy hat, jauntily tilted to one side. She was tanned and wore a very sexy pair of stilettos and walked with a sensual move that made Heather feel a very predatory hunger. She wasn't sure which emotion to feel -- jealousy over the girl's obvious sex-appeal or horny because she wanted to rip those clothes off and eat her, right there and then! The head waiter waved over at Heather, who nodded back and Racquel walked over, every move a saunter that just delivered the promise of passions in the bedroom. She knew that her brother had deflowered the girl only months before, but how could someone so obviously sexual not delve into the realms of sensuality? Racquel sat down and removed her sunglasses. Her eyes were dark pools of brown, rich and warm. Heather smiled and took her hand -- lord, even her skin felt sensual. Dammit , she cursed, I think we're going to be friends ! Racquel looked at her lover's sister-lover and was smitten. Oooh, all that wavy red hair and that body -- she's a sexkitten, if she's half as good as her brother, man, am I going to cum today. Play it cool, play it cool .... "Well, aren't you gorgeous!" Heather purred, a honeyed tone that added to Racquel's lusts. "I can see why Bryan is spending so much time with you, lady, you are stone-cold foxy!" Racquel was taken aback. She knew she was good looking, but she'd half-expected this to be awkward. Heather was making her feel very comfortable and more than a bit hot. She smiled and took off her hat, setting it on the chair beside her, shaking her brunette locks loose. "Thank you, but you're one of the hottest things I've ever seen. I can see why Bryan is so turned on by you -- any breathing man would be." Before Heather could say anything, the waiter arrived. The girls decided to split a bottle of Chablis and ordered, Heather happy to see that her companion appreciated the sensuality of French food as much as she. Once the waiter had left, Heather spoke again. "Bryan said he's turned on by me?" Heather asked in an incredulous tone. Racquel leaned close and took Heather's hand. "Baby, I know everything !" Were Heather prone to blushing, she was certain she would have been. There were only a select few who knew of the depths of her relationship with her brother and Racquel was one of them? She looked at Racquel, who was still smiling and didn't seem at all freaked or repulsed. "It -- it doesn't freak you out, you don't think it's perverted?" Heather said, leaning in so they couldn't be overheard. "No, it doesn't freak me out, yes, I think it's perverted, but perverted can be fun!" Racquel chuckled. "If Bryan was my brother, I wouldn't care if we were related, I'd fuck him every chance I got." Heather was further stunned when Racquel added " .... but y'know, if you were my sister, I'd be in your panties all the time too!" Heather felt as if Racquel had the upper hand, but as she finished the last of her crepe, she played her trump card. "You know what -- if you were my sister, I think I'd let you." Heather's Day Out Heather had never wanted to kiss someone so badly in all her life and she was close enough to smell Racquel's perfume, but she declined to make a public spectacle of themselves. She whispered in Racquel's ear "So, do you want to come back with me to my place and get out of those tight pants and a nice, warm bed?" Racquel almost accepted the seductive offering, but then she remembered her own scheme. "My place is closer and we shouldn't be driving, we've been drinking. So, why don't we pay the bill, split a cab and spend the rest of the afternoon naked?" Her inner voice was almost laughing. The Racquel of months past didn't have this boldness. She took pride in the wanton little fuckslut she'd become, all her lessons had taken hold. Before the cab came, Racquel pulled Heather close, saying "I'm sorry, but I've just got to do this." She had Heather in a fierce embrace, lips clashing, her hands squeezing hard on Heather's miniskirted ass, the redheaded vixen practically melting in her arms. A few patrons were watching with obvious delight, but other than giving them a good show, Racquel couldn't have cared less. As for Heather, her mind was so lust-fogged, she barely knew where she was at that moment, until she saw the cab approaching and broke free. "Consider that a preview of the rest of our day" Racquel whispered in a sultry tone. Heather barely registered the short cab ride to Racquet's home, so lost in thought was she, plus still slightly inebriated from the Chablis. What the kinky redhead didn't know is that Racquel had only been drinking half-glasses, pouring some of it out whenever she got the opportunity. She wanted to be totally sober when she took the scarlet-tressed cutie to bed, she also wanted Heather relaxed and not-at-all apprehensive about their afternoon of debauchery. Racquel had underestimated her new playmate, however, and Heather was nearly sober by the time they reached Racquel's home. Heather was impressed -- it was quite lovely and as Racquel took her arm and escorted her inside, she sensed that Racquel's family -- about whom she knew little, Bryan had been close-mouthed about most of it -- had breeding. She giggled as she thought of Racquel -- a lezzie slut with breeding, her mind chuckled. Racquel led Heather up the stairs and into a bedroom in which sunlight streamed, the brunette looked even sexier with the light shining on her body. As if coming alive, Heather shook off her timidity. This was ridiculous, she realized as she yanked Racquel towards her and pressed her lips to the brunette's own. I am a little sexpot and I'm comfortable with that ! Heather thought as she grabbed the leather-clad buttocks. Racquel had a great ass, round and firm and she couldn't wait to see that great ass wiggling and bouncing in bed. Racquel was almost losing her balance, Heather's newly-aggressive manner was a surprise, albeit a welcome one. Heather insinuated her tongue between Racquel's lips, they had no audience here, no reason for modesty. The girls clenched each other hard, legs intertwined, tit to tit, the combustible redhead being ignited by the sensual, supple curves of the brunette's sensual form. It was as if time was stopped -- they kissed and fondled and held and took from each other what they needed most. "Bed?" Racquel murmured and Heather nodded. Heather wanted to see the sexy girl with nothing on but a smile and a pair of heels and then she was going to attack her and show her what a heated lezzie-fuck should be like. Heather was going to make this little slut beg her to stop, her brother's girlfriend was going to have the time of her life. "Get my top off, hurry!" Racquel commanded. "I want you to suck on my tits, I want you to lick 'em!" she said. Heather wasn't taken aback by the girl's boldness, she removed the silvery top and saw braless tits, round, firm and with sexy nipples that cried out for sucking. She fastened her lips to Racquel's nipples and they tumbled back on the bed, Heather on top, savagely licking and sucking Racquel's sexy boobs. They were perfect for sucking, squeezable, round and bouncy, and that body, still half-clad in leather pants, writhing around in the bed, little pants and yelps of pleasure coming from her full, soft lips. Downstairs, in the Den, Ingrid was licking up her other daughter's long, slender legs. Carrie's pussy was already soaking wet, she'd been contemplating asking her mother to get out a strap-on and fuck her with it, she was aching to be stuffed full of cock and fucked hard by her mother. No one could make her come like Ingrid, not even Bryan. Racquel was getting close though, Carrie loved the duality of feeling soft skin against her own, tits pressed close while a hard cock was pistoning in and out of her cunt. Both of them heard Racquel's low moans -- they'd judiciously kept out of sight when Racquel arrived home, not wanting to stir up any ruckus just yet. But the thought of the third member of their little triad wrapped around the sexy redhead had both women horny, so they'd gotten naked and slaked their thirsts on each other's bodies. It wasn't the first time, it wouldn't be the last. Heather was still dressed as she and Racquel tumbled around the bed. Racquel's hand reached under the leather mini and could barely caress, it was so tight, but Heather had a terrific ass. Those boots, that top and the subtle waft of perfumed skin, Racquel knew her own puss was drenched. She helped Heather kick off the boots, ooh, the little slut had worn silk stockings, were there? -- there were - stockings, with garters and suspenders even! Yummmeeee! Racquel lovingly stroked the stocking-clad legs and she teased Heather by slowly, inch-by-inch, removing the skirt and fingering her cunt underneath the thong. Heather groaned, Racquel's touch had set her off, she'd been merely horny before, now she wanted to ravage and be ravaged. "Let's take this up a notch!" Heather snarled, more turned on than she'd been in weeks. "Suits me, you slut. Let's see what you can dish out!" Racquel growled, her brown eyes meeting Heather's blue-grey ones, This was a challenge that neither wished to back down from, Racquel got up on her knees and helped Heather removed her top and bra. Perky, edible tits popped out, Racquel began licking, slowly, subtly, letting Heather's soft sighs cue here where to move next. Heather's hands moved all over Racquel's tits, she stroked that sensual face, she nuzzled close, she felt every response her lover's body made. "Come on, you sultry bitch, what do you have on under those sexy pants?" Heather panted, wanting to feast on her lover from head to toe. Racquel's skin was so much part of her sex appeal, she wanted her newest lover almost naked so she could feel the heat of skin-to-skin contact. Racquel moved with a sensual, swaying style as she got out of her leather pants -- enticing, alluring, Heather couldn't tear her eyes from the other woman's soft, curvy body, as more skin came into view, her pussy was not covered by panties. Like Heather, Racquel was also wearing stockings and suspenders, they were of like mind, although Racquel's had black roses woven into her black stockings. She got back on the bed, both women were on their knees, facing each other, they wrapped their arms around each other and shared a kiss that sapped the breath from each of them. Tongues met and slid together, they were panting, they needed air to breathe, but neither wanted to stop, they'd gasp for air and be kissing again, frantically, urgently, hoping nothing would break the spell of their mutual passion. Lips still fused together, they fell over on the bed, hands still seeking and stroking, lost in an erotic whirl that both happily succumbed to. Heather felt Racquel's lips on her neck, her shoulders, behind her ears and fingers gliding over all her most sensitive areas. Migod , Heather thought, if she's this good with Bryan, I've got some real competition ! Heather's body was trembling as the brunette beauty kissed, she looked and saw Racquel between her thighs, brown eyes imploring and Heather nodded, granting the girl's request. Racquel buried herself between Heather's thighs and began eating her, licking up her juices, wanting to get every drop of spend she could swallow. Fuck, she's sweet and a little wildcat, no wonder Bryan loves fucking his sister so much ! Racquel thought as she ate avidly at the flaming snatch. I guess I have some real competition for his affections, maybe we can work something out ? Then Racquel just let her mind go to the task of eating pussy, her tongue flattened and delved along the grooves of Heather's horny cunt. Heather had her hands running through Racquel's thick, dark hair as the girl ate her, she drew her knees up to give her lover more access, her eyes closed as her mind drifted into new places. She tried hard not to wiggle and move, but the other girl was an artiste at eating cunt and Heather was the latest recipient of her skills. Her head flopped from side to side and she beat her fists upon the bed as her body responded to every lick, stroke and caress, each little suckle at her clit sent new spasms throughout her body. One thing that both the youthful hotties had in common was kissing. No matter how much she was fucking or being fucked, Racquel loved to kiss and be kissed. From time to time, as she was devouring the redhead's pretty pussy, she would move up and brush her lips to Heather's or insert her tongue into Heather's mouth. Heather found she was quite turned on by this, plus the sweetness of her own cunt juices on Racquel's tongue. Heather was just lost in the sexual euphoria she was experiencing from Racquel's lashing tongue and practiced fingers. Even her toes were curling as the foxy brunette worked her over, she could barely speak, all she could do was pant and moan and whimper with increased pleasure. Her pussy was drenched and her whole body was charged with electric sensations as her brother's girlfriend treated her to one of the best tongue-lashings of her young life. Deciding to take some control, Heather scampered away, causing Racquel to move up on the bed so she could follow. Heather took advantage of this and pinned the tan brunette on her back and forced her lips hard against Racquel's. The girl had the sweetest, fullest lips she'd ever kissed and it was kiss, kiss, kiss, lick and tongue-duel, then kiss again and her body was now on top of Racquel's. Heather wasn't going to hold back, her entire arsenal, as taught by Alexus, Vickie and a few others, was going to be put to work. There was a look in Heather's eyes, a smoldering, intense look that let Racquel know the girl meant business. For a moment, Racquel wondered if she'd gotten in over her head, but this was one of the most exciting sexual experiences she'd had to date. Heather was almost going feral, she snarled as she nibbled on Racquel's ears, practically mauled her tits and bit her nipples and licked her smooth, taut stomach. There were long, manicured nails now raking Racquel's flesh as her playmate lovingly licked down her body, once she'd scratched, Heather would lick and raise chills in the horny brunette. Racquel figured there likely were lesbians who weren't this good at exciting another woman. "Oh fuck, eat my pussy, you redheaded slut , suck my fucking cunt !" Racquel moaned, using words that mere months ago would not have crossed her lips. She had never been happier, being sexually liberated was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Her mind, spirit and body all revolved around sating her sexual appetites, which rivaled those of Ingrid and Carrie. Heather just gave her an evil look and slithered her tongue along Racquel's thighs and then, so fast it was a blur, buried her face in Racquel's cunt. Heather was having the time of her life with her new friend -- not only was she gorgeous, not only was she friendly and sexy, but she was an incredible lez-fuck. Heather knew she would have to get some more of this, she wondered if she and Bryan might come to some kind of arrangement? Jealous as she was of Racquel's seeming hold over her sibling, she now saw what it was -- pure, raw animal magnetism, the sex appeal of a young woman who was made for fucking. Racquel wondered how much they were hearing downstairs, but really didn't care, it wasn't as if Ingrid or Carrie would object if they put on a good show. She just went with the moment and allowed the other girl to ravage her, both girls still wearing their stockings and both girls gleaming from their exertions. "O-Okay ... " Heather was now panting, she'd really been giving it her all " ... should we do my favorite number?" Racquel nodded and the girls lay down, side-by-side and began to eat each other. This was the culmination of every erotic thought that had crossed Heather's mind since she first saw Racquel -- touching, tasting and seeing that body writhe in the throes of orgasm. Her hands were on Racquel's ass and holding her tight as she plunged her tongue in and out of the girl's warm pussy. Even her back was smooth and sleek, it was like the pretty brunette were made-to-order from an erotic catalog. Racquel just licked and sucked and adored her new lover. She just wanted to chain the flame-haired sweetie to the bedpost and keep her as a Sex Pet, but as she licked her pussy and suckled her clit, she was awash in crazy emotions. Heather felt perfect in her arms, her body grinding against Racquel's, like this was the place she was meant to be. Both women climaxed and shook, neither let go. Heather was almost crying, it felt so good. They moved apart and grinned, kissed, kissed, kissed and moved up the bed, snuggling against each other, just letting their bodies meld together. "Oh -- that was -- never mind, there are no words!" Heather breathed. "Oh, I can think of a few -- fucking incredible, mind-blowing, cosmically orgasmic?!" Racquel sighed. "Yeah -- oh, and add draining. You little whore , you nearly wore me out!" Heather said, softly fondling one of Racquel's breasts. Racquel leaned over and kissed her again, soft as a feather. "I'm trying to learn how to be a total slut in bed, so I did okay, huh?" Racquel purred as Heather idly daubed at her breasts with her tongue. "Uh-huh" Racquel responded, then got an idea. "Hey, we didn't have dessert and I could use a caffeine jolt. You up for some cake and coffee?" "Oh, fuck yes, please!" Heather sighed. "I could just open my mouth and you can pour the coffee down!" Racquel kissed her and said "I can think of other uses for your mouth, we're not done yet. Back in a few!" she said, slapping Heather's ass. Racquel made her way downstairs and found exactly what she'd expected, her mother and sister, naked, in the kitchen having coffee and cake. Both of them had the biggest grins on their faces. "Well?" Carrie asked. "Oh, like you didn't fucking hear us!" Racquel laughed, her mother joining in. "She's wonderful -- I can see why Bryan can't resist her, and I think she's pretty relaxed. Time for Part Two, mom, you have the cake?" "The Caramel Buttercrunch, yes. Oh, we can cover each other with some of the Whipped Cream and lick it off!" Ingrid said in her usual cool, sexy manner. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves Mom, she's gonna jump for a few minutes, obviously. We don't want to overwhelm her." Racquel said sensibly. "True, but from what I heard, she might overwhelm us !" Carrie teased her sibling. "She just might, she just might!" Racquel said as she got the Carafe of coffee, her mother and sister trailing behind her. She could feel Ingrid's eyes watching her swaying buttocks, god, they were all such sex fiends, she laughed inwardly. Racquel entered the room and Heather sat up, anticipating some hot coffee and lovely desserts, plus another round of play. Her eyes widened when the two blondes followed behind, the older of the pair carrying a large tray with cake and 4 plates. She had no idea what the hell was going on and she felt a sense of panic, until Racquel sat down beside her. "Stay calm darling, this is my mother Ingrid, and my sister Carrie. We don't have secrets in this house hon, understand?" "You mean they know what we ...?" Ingrid nodded at Heather. "You don't have a problem with your daughter and I ...?" Ingrid shook her head. "You too?" Heather said, indicating Carrie, who had a warm smile. She nodded. "Okay -- so just what do you know?" Heather said, a bit frustrated and more than a bit confused. Ingrid handed Heather a plate of cake and took her hand and placed it on Heather's other hand. "Dear girl, we know everything about you that Bryan has told us. We know that you and he are lovers, we find that very sensual and kinky and we have no issue with it. You are both adults." Heather took a bite of the melt-in-your-mouth cake and nodded. Ingrid went on. "Would you be surprised to know that my daughters and I also share a bed whenever we desire to do so?" Heather's eyes widened again, but looking at adorable Carrie, sensual Racquel and the graceful, cool Ingrid, she couldn't see why they shouldn't. She smiled and expressed that thought. Ingrid smiled back. "Well, the final surprise is that we - all of us -- have fucked your brother, we are all his lovers." Heather nearly choked on her piece of cake, luckily she washed it down with a mouthful of coffee. "Holy Christ, all of you. Racquel, really, you don't mind ... " Racquel cut Heather off. "Honey, if it hadn't been for my kinky family, I'd still be a virgin, Bryan would have split and you and I wouldn't have had this lovely afternoon. Mom has a very loving, open-minded sexual attitude, she imparted that to Carrie and me. When Bryan told me -- us -- that you were pissed off, we figured maybe you were jealous. There's no reason to be -- we don't want to take him from you, although we might want to borrow him from time to time. But now, you can join us whenever you want, no secrets, okay?" Heather smiled. If this meant she could spend more time with Racquel, this was a wonderful arrangement. Then she gave pause and realized just what Racquel had said and what it all entailed. "Okay Racquel -- Ingrid, Carrie, you listen too -- because this is important and I need to get some shit straight, okay?" "First of all, I am not pissed at Bry, not really -- and it isn't jealousy, or wasn't, or whatever -- although fuck, looking at you, I should be jealous. There's something going on that Bryan doesn't know about, that I do, that he needs to know about and fuck, I can't tell him and it's making me ..." "Bryan says -- pissy" Heather laughed. "That's my brother, to the point. Yep, pissy. He knows me so well. It's going to be weird if he ends up with you and he isn't around all the time, you know?" Racquel gave Heather a hug. "That isn't going to happen, even if we do get serious. We've got a few ideas, our family's pretty smart." Heather brightened. "Okay, we can deal with that later. So -- Part Two. You told me I can share, does that mean I can come over and fuck with you and Bryan?" she said to Racquel. "No darling, that means you can come over here and fuck with any or all of us and you don't have to wait for Bryan!" Ingrid said coolly, waiting for Heather's reaction. Heather swallowed another bite of cake, then looked at Racquel, Carrie and Ingrid. "Okay -- I need to make sure my brain is processing this right. You're telling me I can come over here - any time I want -- and have sex with you all?" Carrie piped in. "Yup, that's about it. Although you might wanna call first!" she giggled. Everyone laughed with her. Heather's Day Out "Bryan knows about all of this?" Racquel poured herself another cup of coffee and snuggled with Heather on the bed, her mother and sister perched on the end. "Well, he knows most of it, we hadn't fine-tuned it yet and it was all contingent on you and I getting along. Which I think we did, don't you?" Heather kissed her new lover on the lips and nestled into her neck. "Definitely." Carrie whispered something in her mother's ear, Ingrid nodded and spoke to Heather. "Heather dear, don't you think you might want to find out if you got along as well with Carrie and I?" Her smile was wicked and promised delights. Heather was still in a state of semi-shock. It was so hard for her to believe that the whims of a capricious fate had led her down so many sensual, sexual paths. Bryan, Alexus, Brandi, Vickie and her kinky friends and now Heather and her beautiful family -- it was like an erotic, highly-kinky fairy tale. "Come with me darling" Ingrid said in a cool, soothing tone, seeing her daughters snuggle together on the bed. Ingrid led her soon-to-be playmate to her own bedroom and the large, en-suite shower. "I love the feeling of water on my skin while I'm having sex and you're a bit -- sweaty -- from all the fun you were having, so would you care to join me?" Heather was the kind of girl who was up for almost anything, so she just nodded and let herself be escorted into the luxurious, glass-doored shower. The water came on and then Ingrid was beside her, running her hands all over Heather's silky, beautiful body. She began soaping the redhead's sexy body, making every movement sexual, pinching nipples, her lips nuzzling Heather's neck, fingers grazing Heather's rounded buttocks and then slipping into an already-horny pussy. Heather gasped and her knees nearly buckled, but she turned around and Ingrid's seeking lips met her own, an agile tongue slipped into her mouth and tasted her. Ingrid was perhaps the most skilled lesbian lover she had ever known, graceful and sensual, she was treating Heather like a precious object and that her pleasure was Ingrid's only objective. Ingrid held Heather's arms up as she backed her against the shower wall, her face sucking and licking Heather's soaked skin and hearing the young girl whimper in delight. "You're just like the rest of us Heather, how delightful!" Ingrid murmured as the water cascaded over them both. "H-how's that?" Heather replied breathlessly, every stroke of Ingrid's talented fingers arousing her further. "A slut darling -- but in the best way. Sex is what keeps you going, you live for it, it motivates you. You're a creature of passion and we're going to have lovely times together, all of us!" "Promise?" Heather said with a gleaming smile. "Promise!" Ingrid said, dropping to her knees and parting Heather's legs. Her face was buried in the girl's soaked pussy, licking and twisting about, Heather nearly bumping her head on the wall as she thrashed about. The water on Ingrid's body gave it a very sensual appeal, her blonde hair was slicked back, but even now, she still appeared sleek and seductive. Her tongue delved deep and Ingrid was rewarded with Heather's flowing juices. She had figured right -- Bryan's adorable sister would make a wonderful addition to their games. Ingrid was a "live for today" woman and she had no regrets about her affairs, with her daughters or other women, Bryan, anyone. Now that Heather was a lover, she intended to keep the little spitfire coming back for more and from the way Heather was moaning, thrashing about and squealing, she was certain she'd achieved that goal. "O-Okay" Heather panted "I do not intend to be an inactive participant in these fun and games. Beautiful lady, if you will allow me ...?" While their mother and Heather were playing in the shower, Racquel and Carrie were far from idle, Carrie had begun eating her sister's pussy the very moment Ingrid and the redhead had departed and they were now in a lazy, sweet sixty-nine , languidly playing, fingers caressing each other, the contrast in their bodies painting a sensual picture. Racquel couldn't believe how far she'd come in such a short time, but she had no intention of going back. She'd tried so many perverted things with her family in the last few months, foursomes, sex toys and even phone sex with a friend of Carrie's -- the only one she wasn't fussy on was the dildo, she liked her cocks alive and hot. Other than that, if it was sexy and fun, the sexy brunette was up for it. Ingrid was feeling one of the best tongue-fucks she'd ever had. She had trained both Carrie and Racquel personally, but Heather was a frickin' natural. Her tongue seemed to know just where to probe and when she stopped that, she kissed up Ingrid's slender, sensual frame, her stomach rippled from Heather's lingual caress until their eyes met and both women shook with orgasm. They toweled off and that became yet another sexual romp, a soft massage with fleecy, linen towels and seeking lips. Holding hands, they made their way back to Racquel's room. Racquel and Carrie were snuggled together, it wasn't hard to see what the pair had been doing while Ingrid had played with Heather under the spray. Carrie was now the only one who had not sampled the redhead's sexual charms, a situation she intended to rectify right now. She stood up from the bed and said "I hear from my sister that you have a very agile little tongue and a very sweet little cunt. Want to show me?" Heather nodded, aroused by the family's sexual openness. Ingrid and her daughter were already slurping each other, Racquel's fingers were really going in and out of her mother's cunt. Even being fucked like a whore, Ingrid seemed to retain a cool sensuality, Heather turned back to Carrie. "Let's do a sixty-nine cutie ... I want to eat that fiery little snatch of yours and feel your tongue in mine, sound good?" Heather pulled Carrie to her and kissed her hard, "What do you think, bitch?" she snarled, letting the others know she wasn't even slightly intimidated. Heather got on top and lowered her face to Carrie's pussy, the cute blonde had shaved it, it was sweet and glistening, Heather plunged her face in deep and began feasting, Carrie went for a slow, teasing motion and began to taste Heather -- this kitten was delectable and she kept worming her tongue deeper into Heather's pussy, seeking more. She knew that Heather'd already had more than a few orgasms, yet she had yet to run dry, she was flowing copious amounts of fluid onto Carrie's seeking tongue. Heather was without a doubt the most sexually responsive playmate Carrie had ever known, aside from her mother and sister -- and, of course, Bryan. Did kinky run in both of their families? Carrie hoped so and plunged her tongue even deeper into her fuckmate's yummy pussy. "Oh Christ, oh fuck , what an afternoon!" Heather groaned, then returned to the happy task of devouring Carrie's sweet pussy. Ingrid and Racquel's bodies joined them on the large bed, Racquel leaned over and sought a kiss from her newest lover, while the foursome began an erotic frolic that would've put any Porn film to shame. Carrie was really into fucking the redhead, she put 110% into making Heather cum. That wasn't a hard task though, from all the suckings and fingerfucks she'd had this afternoon, Heather was overly sensitive to all sexual stimulation. Ingrid and Racquel had moved apart and were kissing wherever they could reach now, wherever a finger could be inserted, it was and probing fingers and tongues brought everyone even more climaxes. The trio were enraptured by Heather's sexual energies, try as they might, none of them could exhaust the pretty redhead. They'd finally met their match, it was now painfully apparent why Bryan was addicted to his sibling's unbridled sexuality. All 3 women now felt the same way and they wished only for Heather and Bryan to be happy and together again, they had no ulterior motive. As it was so evident that neither sibling was sexually selfish, Racquel and her family knew that Heather and Bryan would both share their beds again. And, when the time was right, the siblings would join them together . Racquel scampered downstairs again and made a fresh pot of coffee. She and Heather got re-dressed, Ingrid put on a pale blue silk robe that suited her nicely, Carrie opted to remain naked. The talk turned to idle banter, but the undercurrent of future sensual adventures was certainly there. None of her new lovers pried about what was upsetting her and causing the rift between her and Bryan, but Heather was surely aware they would have to talk. There was no far too much pleasure and happiness at stake not to be speaking and Bryan deserved to know just what was going on. Luckily, Heather's new lovers had given her some truly wonderful ideas as to how to re-open the lines of communication.