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Sistas

By: Slappy101



I hope you all enjoy this latest story from me, it's been almost a year since my last addition so this is something of a come back. Please leave feedback and vote, it's much appreciated. Enjoy!

Note: This was written in one inspired five hour period. There may be some grammatical errors, none that I saw on a quick scan, but I'm sure there are a few. Sorry about that, I just feel like I want to get it submitted as quickly as possible since I'm very fond of this one. Thank you.

Also, Kieron's name is pronounced as Keer-in not Kee-ron. But pronounce it however you like.

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Kieron drove with one hand on the wheel of his Corvette and the other was stroking the long left leg of his girlfriend Aurora. Whenever he had the opportunity his strong fingers would be rubbing their way up and down his gorgeous girlfriend's chocolate legs. They were soft and strong, as well as silky smooth, all at once. He was almost sad when he removed his paw to shift for a moment, but then he placed it back and stroked his fingers down about five inches.

"Turn here babe," Aurora said in her melodic voice, pointing right with one hand and taking his stroking fingers into her petite palm with the other.

"Got it," he smiled back at her, checking his mirrors and pulling into the turn lane. As the car slowed to a stop at the light Kieron looked over at Aurora. He couldn't help being amazed at times, she looked very similar to the singer Ciara, in body and face actually. She could likely play her double if needed. How could he be this lucky?

"What are you looking at babe?" Aurora asked lightly as she noticed him staring.

He blushed for a moment, his lightly tanned cheeps flaming red. "Nothing Rory," he said quickly with a smile and then pulled his car around the corner and sped up to forty.

"Sure, sure," she laughed, then she became serious. "Look, my sisters are very nice, but they are a bit out there. Giselle is one of those girls who tries to be at peace with the universe and all of that nonsense. She meditates, practices yoga, believes in crystals and spirits and doesn't think money is important whatsoever. I've never been able to understand her." She was squeezing Kieron's fingers quite hard now so he pulled them away and pretended he had to shift.

"Calm down baby," he cooed to her, "You do you and let her do her. What she does with her life isn't your problem as long as she's happy."

"Yeah... Well she's just lucky that we come from money and she doesn't have to work. She's never had a job ever in her life." Aurora was speaking through her teeth at this point.

Clearing his throat Kieron added, "Well babe... Neither have you." As soon as he said it he knew he shouldn't have. However, instead of chewing his face off, Rory laughed at herself.

"Okay, yeah," she giggled, "But still, she has no aspirations..."

"Except to be happy?" Kieron questioned his girlfriend. "That doesn't sound too bad to me baby."

"Oh hush up," she hissed. "Okay, turn left up at this light okay?"

"Yes ma'am," he say calmly and turned his left blinker on with a flick. His right hand was still resting on the shift knob, a bit afraid to return to the warm, silky comfort of Aurora's dynamite legs. "Well, what about Robyn? Your younger sister."

"Rob is a bit better," Aurora answered carefully, "She's never had a job either, but she understand the real world a bit better. She likes to party a lot though, and she's very materialistic." Aurora laughed a bit, "Ironically she adores and admires Giselle to an endless extent. She would never do anything to displease her." After a moment she mused, "It's funny, we're all like complete opposites... I love them though."

Kieron smiled warmly at this gorgeous woman he'd been dating for a month now. Then she pointed silently at a nice apartment complex on the right side of the main road and he nodded, "Alright."

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After pulling into the parking garage and finding a spot close to Aurora's floor they exited the stylish black Corvette and Kieron locked his doors. They held hands as they walked towards the door that led into the high-dollar apartment complex, and passed a group of black guys who all watched Aurora enviously as she swayed by. Kieron smiled and planted a solid kiss on her cheek, catching their eyes as they stared at her plump ass in the tight short-shorts she wore.

As Aurora turned to look at him his baby blue eyes were twinkling mischievously, and she grinned, "Oh stop showing off."

"It's hard with a girl as good looking as you on my arm all of the time," he smiled widely, flashing bright wide teeth. He was certainly an attractive guy, just as she was an attractive woman, but most people didn't expect the two of them to be a couple because he was of Irish decent with light blonde-brown hair and she was a healthy brown and easily a ten out of ten.

Currently Aurora was wearing a white tank top with a white bra underneath that pushed her B cups up to show off some superb, chocolate cleavage. Her midriff was bare from belly button to the start of the V leading into her shorts. Her shorts were tiny and black, hugging her thick legs like an extra layer of skin, and coming down just below her ass cheeks. The one inch black heels she wore finished the casual outfit, making her legs appear delicious and pumping her butt up every so slightly, and making her stand at around five foot, eleven inches.

Kieron was dressed up a bit, wearing a light blue button-up with two buttons undone to show off his chest slightly, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows in the heat. His slacks were black to match Rory and fit him quite well, showing off his but like Aurora liked, and loose about his legs. Shiny black shoes covered his feet. Even with her added height, Kieron was still the taller of the two, standing at six foot, two inches.

The attractive pair entered the building quietly. For some reason everyone became hushed when they enter a high-class apartment complex. Keiron felt that it had something to do with the insulated walls or something. They padded softly down the carpeted floors and down to the end of the hall, where Aurora reached into her handbag and swung out her keys. "You ready?" She asked with a nervous look on her face.

"Baby, it will be fine. You worry too much."

"Okay... I just want them to like you and you to like them, that's all." After releasing an explosive breath she inserted the key slowly into the hole, twisted it, and pushed the handle. The door swung open quietly and Rory moved in apprehensively. Kieron followed, becoming a bit worried by her fear of this situation.

Inside it was quite dark, and his delicious girlfriend moved over to the light switch on the wall, flicking it upward. Kieron blinked once as the lights hit his eyes, and then he looked about the apartment room. It was a nice set up, very posh. There was some trash and plates scattered about, but for the most part it was rather tidy. A nice fifty inch television sat at the focal point of the room. Pointed towards the T.V. were two very comfortable looking couches, with a glamorous coffee table position in the center. Directly ahead of where he stood was a hallway, that led to at least five other rooms, from what Kieron could see. And to his right was the dining room. A very nice set up.

"Hello?" A rich feminine voice called out from one of the other rooms.

"It's just me Giselle," Aurora called to her older sister.

A moment later a beautiful woman came strolling out of what appeared to be the kitchen, putting the remains of a sandwich into her mouth and turned towards Kieron and Aurora with a smile. Normally this wouldn't cause Kieron to drop his jaw; he'd seen plenty of gorgeous women in his life, and considered himself a rather composed gentleman. He was dating a beautiful woman who looked like a celebrity's twin after all. However, Kieron's jaw dropped this time.

The equally amazing older sister of his girlfriend was striding toward the both of them stark ass naked. She had skin the color of caramel, and if Kieron ever looked into her face he would notice her striking similarity to the famous Beyonce (what was in these girl's genes?). Her flawless skin was just as silky smooth in appearance as her sister's and as she approached her marvelous (what appeared to be a hefty C cup) tits were jiggling like jello. Kieron's eyes were fastened to those miraculous globes, perky and soft, sitting high upon her chest and giving her luscious curves the appearance of a teenager rather than someone in their mid-twenties.

Her waist curved in and out like an hourglass, but she wasn't as lithe as her sister, who was about four inches or so taller, Kieron guessed. Her body was thicker, and it didn't look bad or fat at all. Her sloping pelvis led into a soft, curly black bush covering her pubic mound, but not the bald, meaty lips of her brown pussy which were quite delicious looking. Framing her enticing box were a set of thick, caramel legs that despite her height looked like they might go on forever.

As she stopped plainly in front of the pair of them, and Kieron stuffed his left hand into his pocket to keep the immediate boner from becoming apparent, he noticed Aurora covering her face with both hands in exasperation. He finally looked at her sister's face and was stricken by her immense beauty. Completely natural. She had the perfect mix of african and anglican features, exotic eyes, and slightly wider nose, full lips, high cheeks, and a delicate chin. She wore her hair natural, in a springy, loose afro atop her head. Not like bristles, but more like tight curls.

"Oh, hi," she said casually, "You must be Aura's boyfriend!" Her voice was kind, and rich, not as light as Aurora's. She then stuck a hand out happily.

As Kieron bashfully took the gorgeous naked woman's hand into his and shook it, Aurora sighed, "Giselle, why don't you have any clothes on?"

"Why should I?" She asked casually, taking her hand back.

"Because we have company?" Aurora asked, the edge in her voice dangerous.

"Well how was I supposed to know that? You didn't tell me you were bringing him over finally." She smiled handsomely at Kieron then, looking him up and down. "Besides, I don't think he minds at all. I'm Giselle, hun." She finally introduced herself.

Chuckling nervously and still hiding his boner uncomfortably Kieron smiled back, "I'm Kieron, but you probably already know that."

"Oh yeah, we've heard a lot about you," she laughed, her breasts jiggling merrily with her. Kieron's eyes were glued, following the thick, dark brown nipples as they bounced up and down. He marveled at how thick and long her nipples were, and then he felt Rory elbow him.

"Ah! Well, I hope it was all good."

"Oh yes, though she didn't do your looks much justice. You're quite the stud Kieron, hun. Bet you have a nice, thick rod don't you?"

"Giselle!"

The elder sister began laughing maniacally, "Well he does doesn't he? I know you've been sucking on it for the last month Aura." Turning back toward Kieron and scratching at her pubic hair nonchalantly she grinned, "Does she give good head hun?"

"Uhmm.." Kieron stammered.

"That's enough Giselle!" Aurora snapped at her sister.

Still laughing merrily Giselle stops her attack, "Sorry, sorry, I know you give great head sis," and then she winked. "Well, welcome to the casa Kieron. Sorry you had to see all of my goodies like this," her voice betrayed her attempt at being serious.

"No, no, not a problem," Kieron said weakly, still recovering himself. His cock was pounding with lust against his hand.

"Giselle, could you go get Robyn?" Aurora asked, dismissing Giselle.

"Sure thing, should I tell her to put some clothes on first?" Giselle's smile was barely hidden.

"Please..." Aurora sighed.

"Be right back then," she smiled politely and spun to leave. Kieron's jaw dropped again as she put on a show strutting down the hall. Her ass was magnificent, bubbly and firm, jiggling up and down as she moved, her cunt lips peaking beneath her dark ass crack with every step. Kieron felt like he might explode in his pants just standing there. To add to the sight before him, Giselle has an intricate flower tattooed on the side of her left ass cheek, trailing from the curve of her back down to the crease between cheek and thigh.

As she disappeared into the room at the end of the hall Aurora groaned. "I warned you," she growled.

"I didn't mind baby. She's an attractive woman." Kieron tried comforting her, placing his hands on her shoulders as he moved behind her.

Pushing her ass back into his prodding prick she chuckled, "I see you noticed just how beautiful she is."

Kieron laughed and ground his cock into her pert ass, "Yeah, she's almost as beautiful as you."

"What a smooth-talker," Aurora said drily and then laughed. "Lets sit down and wait for Robyn."

They both took a seat beside one another on the incredibly comfy felt cushion of the couch. Kieron could almost fall asleep right there, if it weren't for the hard-on still raging inside of his pants.

After about three minutes they heard the door open again down the hall and could hear two sets of feet coming down the carpeted hallway. Soon enough Giselle reemerged from the darkened hallway, still buck naked and moved into the dining room to grab a cushioned chair from the table.

Following her was a tall, slightly darker young woman. She had Aurora's height, and her hair was straightened like Aurora's was, though it was shorter, just barely reaching her chin. "Jesus," Kieron thought as she came closer. She was a knockout too, and he had to rub his eyes and check again before he decided that she looked like she was Rihanna's twin. He would certainly have to give their father huge kudos; what a family.

Robyn had much more African-esque features than Anglican, unlike the other two sisters. Her nose was a bit flatter, her lips luscious, and her eyes more heavily lidded and not as angled. Her cheeks were still high and her chin was just a bit stronger than theirs.

She had thrown on a very expensive set of underwear, and that was it. Kieron thought back to what Aurora had set earlier about Robyn's connection to Giselle and he thought that she was probably dressed like this just because Giselle thought it would be fun. The panties were little more than a thong, practically disappearing between her fat cunt lips, and showing off the fact that she was completely waxed. Her tits were squished snugly into a tiny, lace bra, of a matching black color. They looked like they might be between a B and a C in size, but it was hard to tell in that particular bra.

She approached almost seductive and casual at the same time, and then bent over to stick out a hand, "Hey there Kieron, we've heard so much about you! I'm Robyn, the youngest." Her smile was angelic.

"Nice to meet you Robyn," Kieron smiled and took her hand, "interesting choice of outfit." He couldn't help laughing a bit.

"Oh, you like it?" She almost squealed, and did a spin to show off. Kieron noticed that she actually had quite a few tattoos, though he couldn't make them all out. He was mostly focusing on her fantastic ass cheeks, wiggling a few feet from his face as she spun. Her hips were slimmer than her sisters, but her ass was just as nice, firm, and bubbly. They all lived up to the black woman's stereotype marvelously.

"Yeah, yeah it's nice Rob, sit down." Aurora almost snapped, she was quite agitated.

Robyn went quiet and submissively went to sit next to her sister. Meanwhile, Giselle had brought the dining room chair over and had positioned it to face them. She now sat in it with a serene smile on her face, left leg planted on the floor and off to the side, and the right leg posted up on the coffee table. Her delicious cunt was splayed open for all to see.

Kieron couldn't help where his eyes drifted. Her juicy lips were spread for him and his cock was throbbingly grateful. His hands were firmly planted in his lap to keep it less obvious. He tried looking away a few times, but the silky, glistening pink insides of her tunnel were winking at him and all he wanted to do was dive in and devour them with his tongue. Aurora was groaning next to him.

"So, do you two have any plans for today?" Giselle asked casually, flipping through a magazine she'd picked up.

"Not really," Aurora replied under her breath, "I just wanted him to meet my 'delightful' family."

Giselle laughed richly, "I'm sure he didn't expect us to be this delightful," and then she flexed her cunt teasingly.

"Ugh..." Aurora groaned, "why don't you put some close on Giselle?"

"Well what's the point now? He's already seen everything. Plus we're a family. Don't worry so much, Aura."

"Well do you have to flash pink at him?" Aurora hissed.

Giselle just laughed her rich, rolling laugh and threw the magazine at Kieron abruptly. Instinctively he reached up to catch it and his thick cock shot up against his slacks, tenting them immediately. "He's enjoying himself I think, Aura."

Kieron couldn't help but blush as Robyn leaned around Aurora to see, covering her laugh with one hand.

"I knew you had to be hung," Giselle relished. "Damn Kieron, that has to be at least nine inches huh?"

Kieron couldn't help noticing that his girlfriend's sister's cunt was getting quite a bit juicier. Deciding that he may as well answer, he said, "Yeah, roughly. I mean give or take half an inch I guess."

"Wow... That monster is getting me all hot and bothered." She looked slyly over at her sister, "I couldn't borrow him could I?"

"Giselle..." Aurora was growling.

"Fine," she gave up immediately. "Robyn? Could you help?"

Kieron was confused at first, but without missing a beat Robyn stood from the couch and scurried over to where Giselle was sitting and got down on all fours. She wasted no time before beginning to lap furiously at her sister's hot cunt. Kieron watched Robyn, as she supported herself with her hands on both of Giselle's thighs and ate that pussy as if her life depended on it. The way she was positioned allowed her cunt to devour the rest of the thong and Kieron could see her juices gathering along her light brown lips. He could also see the stain of her anus peaking from under the string of the thong and his cock stirred.

Giselle was loving the attention, her eyes were closed now and she was leaning back into the chair and rolling her breasts in her hands in ecstasy. Her moans were delicious by themselves, but the mixed moaning and slurping coming from Robyn was giving Kieron chills.

he knew Aurora had to be disgusted with her sisters, and he was quite shocked by the scene that had unfolded as well, but as he looked over at her, he noticed she was grinding her thighs a bit, which he knew meant she was getting aroused. This aroused him even more. Leaning over, he grasped her tit through her shirt and whispered, "Why don't we just join them? It seems like a lot of fun."

Aurora only groaned, not taking her eyes away from her lesbian sister's carpet munching. Kieron just took it upon himself to unbutton her shorts and quickly yank them and her panties off of her hips. He was greeted by the strong scent of her steaming pussy. She might have been just as turned on as him, though she had hidden it better.

His girlfriend's cunt was soaked, and he wasted no time before diving into the swamp between her legs. She liked to keep her hair finely trimmed but never shaven, which Kieron didn't mind at all. His tongue delved deep between her engorged lips, tasting that sweet, tangy musk and lapping it up as fast as he could. His hands pushed her thighs up into the air on either side of her. She was so juiced up that he couldn't lick fast enough, her cream just kept flowing from the pinkish-red tunnel he was assaulting as she squirmed her hips into his face.


Sistas Ch. 02



Thanks everyone who left comments on the first installment, this one took about two days to right, its quite a bit longer, and I hope you all like it just as much, if not more. Please vote and leave some feedback for me so I'm inspired to continue this series. The actual story will continue in the next chapter, this is more of a flashback focusing on Giselle instead of the other characters and introducing their parents. Hope you enjoy.

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Nine Years Ago

At eighteen years old Giselle sat on the edge of her bed as her parents sat on either side of her in two wooden chairs that were facing her. It was two days after her eighteenth birthday and her friends had all gone home after spending the weekend with her as an elongated party. At the time Aurora was fifteen years old and Robyn was only eleven, so they had both been tucked away in bed already.

Giselle had been getting ready for bed too after a long day of hanging out, laughing, and playing with her friends, and so when her parents knocked on her door to talk she was only wearing her long, ratty nightshirt over her supple caramel skin. As they entered Giselle had been reaching up on her top shelf for her book, and being only five foot five inches she was on her tip-toes. Her nightshirt had subsequently ridden up her legs, which revealed most of her plump, firm butt to her parents as they entered; but she never worried about being modest with them. Once she'd retrieved the book and turned around, she couldn't help notice that her father's bluish-green eyes darted from her waist up to her own golden-brown eyes.

Her father, Andrew, was wearing a crimson robe when he entered, and it was belted tightly at the waist, but his lightly-hairy and pale chest was still mostly visible. Giselle had always admired her father's physique, as well as him as a general person. She loved him very dearly. He was of Irish descent; his parents had moved to the United States several years before he was born. His hair was a light brown, and very fine, his eyes were a gentle turquoise, and his six foot four inch body was still in great shape. He'd worked hard his entire life, going from having nothing to being the CEO of a major computer security corporation.

Andrew's wife, and Giselle's mother, Cicily, was an English teacher at the local high school in the suburb of California where Andrew had been working as he climbed his way up the corporate ladder. He met her while presenting his company's product at Cicily's school, and the rest was history. Giselle would be the first to admit that her mom was quite a catch, but her dad was a stud in his own respects, and especially now that he was worth millions of dollars. Together Giselle thought her parents were just delicious; like a nice cold glass of chocolate milk.

Following her husband into the room, Cicily was wearing her favorite nightgown. It was made of a royal purple silk, with a black lace trim along the low neck line and the flirtingly short bottom. The gorgeous material clung to Giselle's mother's equally gorgeous figure. At thirty-six years of age Cicily still had a banging body, one that Giselle had always been slightly jealous of. She sported a rather perky full D cup compared to Giselle's young, yet definitely perkier, B cups. Her mother's dark brown globes were always pushed firmly together in her tops (her nightgown no exception) and Giselle could hardly keep from staring at the wonderful cleavage that her mother presented.

Though Cicily had grown a bit thicker over the years (and three children), her five foot six frame was still something to ogle at; her waist dipped in sexily, and then swerved back out, giving her that telltale hourglass figure so desired by today's women. Her butt was what Giselle was really jealous of though. As she had watched her sexy mother walk over to pull up a seat, she could barely take her eyes off those swaying buns. She began to notice for the first time that the nightgown wasn't quite big enough to cover her mother's entire bubble butt, and those fantastic hips, so she could just barely see that gorgeous crease between cheek and thigh that signified a nice ass.

And there they were, Giselle sitting on the edge of her bed, with her hands in her lap, and her long hair straightened down below her shoulders; her parents each in their individual chairs, and awkwardly quiet. Finally Giselle had to say something, "So... What did you guys want to talk about padres?" Her smile was light and charming, causing her dimples to show through just slightly.

Her mother spoke first, "Well Giselle, your father and I just wanted to have a talk with you. You're a woman now and you're old enough to do womanly things."

"Well I've already had to bleed for a week every month for the last fifteen years... Isn't that enough?" Her mock pleading made her parents smile.

"Not quite, I suppose honey," Cicily said sweetly. She quickly raised her left leg outwards and then up and over her right thigh, crossing them tightly. As she did this Giselle almost did a double take; was her mother not wearing any panties? She could swear she'd just seen a hint of pink amidst a curly forest. Continuing casually her mother said, "Now that you're eighteen we are taking away a lot of your restrictions. I know you and your sisters feel like you've had it rough with all of our rules, but we love you and we are just trying to keep you safe and out of trouble. You understand that, right?"

"Of course mom, I know you have our best interest in mind." Under her breath Giselle added, "Usually." Her father had apparently heard her and smiled from ear to ear.

Then Andrew spoke in his calm, rumbling voice, "Well, whether you believe that malarkey or not, it's true. We try not to shelter you too much, but we just want to be the ones to educate you in some aspects, rather than some stranger we don't even know. Who knows what kind of shit they could be feeding you without our ever knowing." Her father's eyes were stern, yet loving and Giselle almost felt as if she would melt for a moment.

Then Cicily continued, "Now I know its been rough through high school, not being allowed to date at all. You've had to watch your friends go out and have a good time and kiss and hug and everything that goes along with it, and we haven't allowed you to do this. We realize this doesn't seem fair. However, we've always been a very close family and able to share things with one another, and I guess on some level we were afraid we would lose you to some boy." Noticing where Giselle was staring Cicily added slyly, "Or girl."

Giselle blinked quickly as she noticed what her mom had said, and then her cheeks flushed red. "You think I'm a lesbian or something ma?"

Shaking her head from side to side, her mother said sagely, "I think you should be proud of whatever you are, dear. Your father and I are very open people and we will always love you and your sisters, no matter what." Placing her hand lovingly on Andrew's knee she lowered her voice, "Now the rest of this conversation goes no further than this room young lady, do you understand?"

From the look in her mother's eye Giselle knew this was serious. "Yes ma'am," she said meekly, wondering what could be so serious.

"Well then, you may as well know that your father and I are VERY open. I've had my share of lovers, and he's had his. We've both been with our same-sex and enjoyed ourselves sweetie. So those feelings you might have, they are completely normal and should be accepted, and even embraced." Pausing for a moment and noticing the stunned look that Giselle wore upon her face, Cicily decided to go in a different direction. "Okay, what do you know about sex? I've never had the talk with you, but we told you that those kinds of things were strictly prohibited until we said otherwise. So just tell me what you've learned through experiences or stories."

Giselle's mind was going a mile a minute. Her parents were swingers? Just a couple of horny ass sex freaks? She was reeling. What did she know about sex? Not a lot. That was for sure. She'd heard a few girls talking about it, but she'd never really come anywhere close, she'd only kissed a boy on the cheek before. Giselle couldn't believe how good and obedient she'd been while her parents were out sleeping with a dozen strangers. "I don't know much mom," she finally admitted, her voice low. "I've never done anything with anyone. You said I wasn't allowed to. I know what things are called, but I don't know too much about them, just the basics I guess."

Her mother hummed for a minute and then spoke, "Have you ever played with yourself baby?"

Giselle blushed, she knew what it meant but had never really tried it. "No, not really. I mean I wash my vagina, but nothing really further than that. It always sounded weird when I'd hear people talk about it, and I thought it might be against the rules."

Smiling softly Cicily said, "Yes, well we were torn on whether to teach you girls how to masturbate properly once you hit puberty. It's a good way of working down your sex drive and keeping yourself under control, but we weren't sure if it would also activate your sex drive. I think we made the right choice, but now it's definitely time." Andrew nodded his agreement and Cicily squeezed his leg lightly with a smile.

"Time?" Giselle mimicked, "Time for what?"

"It's time for us to teach you about sex, dear; about pleasure, and love, and release. Sex is a beautiful thing Giselle. It's tender and loving, and the ultimate connection of two spirits, two bodies, but it's also instinctual, primal, and gritty. Any porn you may see will typically make sex seem fantastic, but it gives off the illusion that it's very methodical, scripted, and long-winded. Most men will not last a full hour, dear. You should get that in your head right now. Half of the time women won't even last that long." After a moment's thought she added, "Well I suppose it depends on your partner." Giselle's dark brown mother quickly adjusted her butt on the seat, wiggling back and forth, and then continued, "I'm not saying that it's very quick all of the time either. A good session could last an hour or two, but it will not be purely sex. Your father and I are going to teach you some things and we hope that you'll use them to be a responsible and glorious lover to many beautiful people." After waiting for everything she'd said to sink in, Cicily added, "Do you have any questions sweetie?"

"I- I don't know ma... This is a lot to take in... What kind of things are you guys planning to teach me exactly?" Giselle's eyebrow was arched sharply and her eyes were suspicious.

Standing up, Cicily moved over onto the bed next to Giselle and placed her warm, soft palm on her thick, caramel thigh. "Well, apparently you don't know a lot about this amazing little organ you've had your entire life," her mother's words were a purr as that loving hand stroked its way slowly up Giselle's skin, sending shivers along her spine. Soon her nightshirt was being pushed up around her hips and her small hands were shaking at her sides. She couldn't tell if it was anxiety, fear, or possibly arousal. Was her mother about to do something that she'd only attempted to imagine throughout her short life?

Soon her nightshirt was up around her waist, and her mother's searching and caressing hands were pushing her thighs further apart and she was leaning in a bit to examine Giselle's displayed treasure. She'd never bothered with, nor known exactly how to trim or shave her curly black bush, so at this point it looked like her cunt had an afro. "Do you like all of this hair down here, honey?" Her mother asked as she reached in and ran her manicured nails through the wholesome bush and then using two fingers to pry open her damp slit. "You've got such beautiful lips and a gorgeous pink little cunny, you should show it off baby!"

Hesitantly, and trying to adjust to the strange sensations coursing through her loins, Giselle said, "Well, I've never paid much attention to things down there mom. I guess I wouldn't mind cutting it. I just don't know how." Her hips wiggled uncontrollably for a moment as her mother examined her clit. Her whole body suddenly felt like it was on fire and she couldn't stop the luscious moan that rolled from her throat.

With a smile on her face Cicily said, "Oh, don't worry about that, you'll learn in time. Andrew, go get a razor, a buzzer, and some scissors please dear." Giselle had almost forgotten about her father, who'd been content with simply watching the events before him for now.

"Yes dear," Andrew responded and stood from his seat, as he stood up and headed for the door his robe was tented quite extremely. Giselle had heard of erections but never really seen a penis. She couldn't help but be turned on over the fact that her father had one from staring at her hairy little beaver.

Andrew returned in two minutes time and had all the necessities with him. He found a close outlet and plugged in the clipper while handing Cicily the scissors first and unfolding a towel, "Lift your butt so I can lay this down will you Giselle?"

Almost regretfully Giselle closed her legs and her mother sat back while she stood up, allowing her nightshirt to fall back down around her thighs. Then her mother's hands were grasping the shirt and pulling it up over her body. God how she'd been hoping that was okay; Giselle wanted nothing more at this moment than to be completely naked and free with her wonderful parents right now.

She noticed her father examining her naked form after her mother had pulled the shirt off entirely, and that alone was sending electricity through her body. Her dark, puffy nipples were standing erect at half an inch long atop her perky, caramel cones now and her body had goose bumps all over it. As her father laid the blanket down behind her, he leaned in and kissed her closest ass cheek lightly. She knew that he could feel her body tighten.

Before she sat back down, Giselle's mother had her turn so that she could take a look at the genetic gift she'd bestowed upon her. Giselle's ass was wide and soft, but also quite firm, due to her developing hourglass hips, though not quite as curvy as her mother's, and there not being much more than a thin cushion layer of fat on her young body. Also, like all the women in this family, she had a distinct bubble butt, sticking out at least two inches from her back. Cicily admired her daughter's backside approvingly. Prying the cheeks apart with soft, squeezing hands she 'hmmed' and said, "I think I'll trim here first. It's getting pretty thick and anus hair is really never attractive. Plus it will make wiping after you poop easier." She chuckled at her last comment, which actually embarrassed Giselle a bit; as if this entire situation wasn't embarrassing enough. "Bend over, dear."

Giselle did as she was told, spreading her feet a bit and then bending over at the waist and touching her toes easily. Years of taking yoga and ballet had make flexibility one of her strongest traits. After she'd bent herself like an acute angle her mother spread her cheeks again and applied a decent amount of lotion in order to keep her skin moist and not irritate it.

As she was rubbing the shea and cocoa butter into Giselle's crack, Cicily delicately slipped one lubed finger into the dark, enticing pucker that had been staring her in the face. Giselle's body tightened up immediately, but it relaxed soon and she even pushed backwards slightly, consuming half of the digit in her hole hungrily.

She'd never felt any sort of pleasure like this before, Giselle's body was alive with senses. Her knees trembled and her asshole clenched tightly at the probing appendage, wishing to be impaled further. She was in pure bliss and she could feel her loins igniting just as soon as her mother's finger pushed its way past her backside's barrier. And then all too soon the wonderful sensation was gone and her mother retracted her finger before retrieving the razor.

Within moments Giselle's asshole was bald, and as a treat for being such a good girl, Cicily pushed her finger against that tight little rosebud again and it immediately pushed forward, opening up to swallow the dark finger seeking access. Once her daughter's dark tunnel had closed about her finger she began wiggling it around while simultaneously pushing more in until she was up to the knuckle. The tip of her finger pressed and stroked at the walls inside of Giselle's ass, and Giselle nearly fell forward on her face as the pleasure overwhelmed her, "My my, you're loving this aren't you?" Cicily cooed lustily as she continued to play with her daughter's virgin asshole.

Giselle was moaning now, the pleasure was immense, her nerves felt like they might exploded. "A lot," she groaned, "I like it a lot mom."

"Our daughter is a little anal slut Andrew," Cicily commented to her large observing husband.

"Like mother like daughter I guess," Andrew laughed and reached over to give them both playful smacks on their plump asses.

Drawing her finger back out into open air and wiping the lotion off on the towel Cicily then told her daughter to lay back so that she could trim up her pussy. Giselle did as she was told and about ten minutes later her thick bush was trimmed to less than half an inch and her meaty pussy lips were shaven completely bald. Once satisfied with her work Cicily put away the tools and sat back down. "That looks much better," she said, tickling the smooth lips lightly with her fingers, "This makes eating you much more attractive and fun for everyone, and you won't feel as weird as you would fully bald."

With squinting eyes Giselle asked, "Eating me?"

"Oh, right," her mother responded, smacking her own forehead softly. "Here, I will just show you," she said and then shifted from the bed to her knees and shimmied over so that she was in between Giselle's strong legs. Leaning forward between those luscious thighs she quickly said, "This is called eating a pussy, carpet munching, or muff diving. The proper word would be cunnilingus, however." And with that she gave in to the temptation that had been calling to her for nearly an hour now, her face jutting forward and her tongue snaking out to lap firmly at those newly shaven lips.

Giselle bucked at the first lick, her hips involuntarily jerking, her cunt contracting sharply, and a jolt of pleasure coursing its way from her loins through the rest of her nerves. She just groaned, rolling her hips and arching her back slightly as her mother licked and nuzzled her smooth outer lips for about two minutes, but then the woman who'd cared for her for her entire life reached forward and pulled those lips apart with two fingers and then dove her face into her glistening pink gash. Giselle could no longer control her cries of ecstasy, and she threw her head back, her eyes rolling around wildly as her mother attacked her cunt.

In her first attempt at dirty talk she cried out, "Oh mommy! Yes! I love the way you're eating my pussy! You're eating your daughter's drooling pussy!" And it certainly was drooling at this point. Giselle could feel the moisture gathering beneath her cheeks and seeping from her tunnel to greet her eager mother's mouth.

"Mmmf!" Was all Cicily could moan in response. Her daughter tasted so sweet, yet tangy and wild... And unused. It had been such a very long time since Cicily had tasted a completely fresh pussy. She relished in it, burying her head and lashing her tongue back and forth, up and down; driving her daughter wild with just that tongue.

Very soon though, the cunt munching stopped. Cicily removed her face, which looked like a glazed donut because it was literally covered in virgin juices. Licking her lips with a delicious smile she asked, "How was that, sweetie?"

Panting, her ripe chest heaving up and down, Giselle looked up at her mother through the peaks of her nipples and nodded weakly, "I love you," she finally said in a small voice.




Sistas Ch. 02



Laughing Cicily added, "I love you too sweetie. And you haven't even had an orgasm yet. We are going to blow your mind tonight baby."

This sent a shiver through Giselle's spine, and slowly she propped herself up on her elbows. As she did this, her mother stood up and reached down to grab the lace of her dress, and then she pulled it up her curvy figure and over her head. Her delicious titties bounced free, and Giselle watched them jiggle with undisguised lust. They were more marvelous than she'd ever seen them: still rather high on her mother's chest, two large, thick nipples capping each of them and pointing directly at Giselle, they seemed bigger than usual, fuller and rounder, like a pair of gorgeous, black globes. As her eyes trailed down her mother's body she noticed that though she wasn't as in shape as she was when Giselle was younger, her body was truly gorgeous, she had a soft layer of fat around her waist and hips that gave her a delicious fullness that Giselle was again slightly jealous of. As her waist branched out into wide hips and thick thighs Giselle's eyes focused on the full, trimmed bush resting above the cleft of her mother's cameltoe. Just a bit of her dark inner lips poked out, and something inside of Giselle just wanted to bite them and suckle them.

"Isn't mama gorgeous daddy?" Giselle asked with lust coating her voice while she bore holes through her mother from staring so hard.

"That's always been my opinion," he chuckled, "you should see her ass. It's one of the most amazing asses I've ever had the pleasure of fucking."

Now sporting nothing but a wide, horny grin, Cicily spun around for her daughter, her huge ass cheeks slapping against each other as she did. "What do you think?" She asked, using her muscles to flex her ass and make it jiggle while barely moving. Then, looking to tease her daughter to death apparently, she grasped both cheek and pulled them far apart and then bending over much like her daughter had done previously. This position presented a dark, winking pucker that begged for Giselle to lick it, and a nice view of her mother's slightly spread pussy and the soaked pink tunnel beyond.

Blown away by how gorgeous and sexy her mom was, along with being consumed by horniness, all Giselle said was, "Jesus Christ mom, your ass must stick out three or more inches! I never realized how juicy it is."

"Why thank you dear, but it's actually closer to four." When she turned back around she was still smiling, exposing pearly white teeth which contrasted against her dark skin. Then she began to crawl up on the bed, over top of Giselle and eventually was pinning her down, the tips of her thick nipples tracing the entire way up her daughter's caramel body. "Now I'm going to show you how to treat a woman in order to make her feel good and have a good time. You just have to hope that the woman you're with knows how to do the same thing." With that, she planted her full brown lips firmly against her daughter's and they embraced in a passionate kiss.

Their breasts were squished firmly together as they began suckling at each other's lips, tongues pressing against each other and investigating one another's mouths. Giselle's mind was still reeling; all of the things that were happening couldn't be real. Her mother didn't just finish eating her pussy and fingering her asshole, and she didn't currently taste herself on he mother's lips as she shared her first real kiss with the woman who had birthed her. It just couldn't be. But she wanted it to be real so badly she had given up fighting it and was willingly ready to do anything her mother asked of her and prove her unfaltering love for this woman.

As they continued to ravage each other's mouths they both began grinding their muffs together firmly, sending jolts through each other's bodies every time they hit the clit. Long, muffled moans permeated the air for several minutes until Cicily broke the kiss. "Okay baby, now some girls' breasts are incredibly sensitive like mine are. Once you're making out with those types of girls then if you want to have sex with them, all you have to do is start groping and playing with their boobs. Usually you can start outside of the clothes and their arousal will jump so fast that their shirt will be off in no time. Give it about five minutes of squeezing, teasing, and sucking on those sensitive tits and their pussy will be soaking through their jeans. At that point you can start unbuttoning their pants and they will usually do the rest for you."

Slowly Cicily began crawling over her daughter and to the top of the bed, and Giselle watched hungrily as her mother's cunt moved inches above her face, teasing her mercilessly. Then Cicily laid back, supported on some pillows, and spread her thick black thighs wide and invitingly, her pussy parting by itself and calling to the horny Giselle. Instinctively Giselle rolled over and began to crawl towards her gorgeous mother, her tits swaying back and forth and her ass waving back and forth for her father.

"Okay, now when you've got the girl's pants off then you usually want to start by licking. When you lick, try to force your tongue through by itself and keeping lapping at it for a while to get used to the taste and get her more riled up. If her lips are hairy then you may want to spread them before you start eating her though." With her hands she began giving her luscious melons some soft squeezes and then said, "Alright baby, give it a shot." Her smile was very warm and loving.

Giselle crawled forward some more, lowering herself as she went, and not just because her mother had told her to, but mostly because she couldn't think of anything she wanted more right now than to devour her mother's enticing cunt. She lowered her face as she got close and inhaled the sweet, clean scent of her mother's arousal. The scent alone was enough to make Giselle's pussy quiver, but the thought of what she was about to do had her golden honey pot drooling.

"Come on baby, eat mommy's pussy," Cicily purred at her daughter.

No further cajoling was necessary, Giselle shoved her face in between her mother's dark thighs and let her tongue slide slowly up and then back down that tender vulva. The taste of her leaking snatch had Giselle's mouth watering; it was kind of fruity but sort of tangy, which was a result of her mother's good diet of fruits and vegetables. As she began licking more aggressively her mother began cooing and grinding her hips, one hand reaching down to stroke through Giselle's hair affectionately. This caused Giselle to work harder, wanting nothing more than to please this woman she loved so much, and her reward was the sweet nectar that began oozing from her mother's crevice.

Cicily moaned loudly, "Okay baby, now pull my lips apart some more and really get in there. Lodge that beautiful face of yours into your mom's hot twat."

Giselle obeyed, using her fore and middle fingers to separate her mom's labia and then began licking more fervently, the natural lubrication flowing over her tongue; such a delicious wet cunt. She felt like her tongue was going a mile a minute now, and her mom may have felt the same judging by the way she began thrashing against her eldest daughter's face.

"Oh. Oh. Shit baby! Okay, that's really good; I think you're a natural Giselle! Oh, mommy loves you! Now, you can switch between licking, sucking on your mom's fat clit, or tongue fucking me." Cicily was panting and her words were divided by seconds as she moaned them out.

Attempting to switch her plan of attack, Giselle stop her rabid lapping and took one long swipe up her mother's gash before landing on what she assumed was the clit. It was surrounded by some flesh which she had heard is called the clitoral hood, but she had come to understand that clits were rather small, like the size of a pea. Her mother's was about three-quarters of a dime in circumference and long than her own. She would later learn that a lot of girls don't have clits even as big as her own slightly-larger-than-a-pea sized bud.

Her lips seized the engorged nub presented to her and she began sucking at it tenderly, flicking the tip of her tongue across its crest in a teasing manner. Her mother went wild.

"OH OH OH OH! SHIIIIIT! I'm cumming! Oh shit! Oh Giselle! Keep it up, don't stop, don't stop! Fuck I'm CUMMING!" Her mother thrashed and convulsed as she rode that swollen bud for another ten seconds and then Cicily tensed, straightened out, and exploded. Literally. Her orgasm blasted all over Giselle's chin and chest, squirting for at least four seconds straight and soaking her daughter and the bed. Giselle just sat there in horny astonishment.

She licked at her lips and realized that the liquid that had sprayed her didn't taste the same, it had less tang and not much of a taste at all, but it was still slightly sweet. "Wow mom... That was an orgasm?" Her mother was incapacitated though. She just lay there breathing raggedly, her chest heaving hard.

"Not all women have squirting... Or in your mother's case, exploding... orgasms like that baby," Andrew said from his chair. She'd almost forgotten he was there. "Your mother has pretty much always had them, and they are extremely intense and draining. On the bright side you did VERY well. I'm so proud of you darling."

"Thank you daddy, I had fun and enjoyed that a lot! Mom tastes so delicious, I love her so much!" Giselle looked back at her mother, who was curling up on the pillows and watching with a dreamy smile as Andrew took over, her legs trembling still.

Andrew stood up now, towering over the bed with a soft smile on his face, which also seemed somewhat intimidating. Jutting from his groin was a huge tent, "I have really enjoyed tonight, sweetie. You can't understand how hard it's been for me to sit by while your mom has had all of this fun with you. It's my turn now, I've got to teach you how to satisfy your men; should you choose to date them. You're obviously a raving carpet muncher," he winked with a warm chuckle.

"I'm kind of excited dad, but what exactly are we going to do?" Giselle was already crawling to the edge of the bed, her form seeming much smaller next to him.

Andrew reached into his robe's chest pocket then and pulled out a small packet and placed it on the corner of the bed before grabbing his belt and undoing it. Soon his robe was falling around his feet and he stood there in all of his naked glory. A raging hard on stared Giselle right in the face, and it was the first she'd seen. She had seen her father's penis before when she was a little girl, but that was completely innocent and it was never so... massive. Her father had to be between nine and ten inches long, not your normal white guy from what Giselle had heard.

Her father still had the remnants of a six pack of abs chiseled into his stomach, though they were probably not as impressive as they once were. His chest was large and prominent, his arms large and strong, as she had always known, but what Giselle's hungry eyes kept drifting to was that massive boner. So thick, so veiny, so... majestic. She couldn't' think of a better word. It was cut and seemed like it could break a piece of wood if he wanted it to. The heavy balls sack that drooped beneath that beautiful slab of meat looked like it housed two racket balls. Her pussy quivered.

"Well first I'm going to instruct you in giving head. Some girls don't like giving it, but your mothers loves it. She likes the taste of my cock, the feeling of it filling her mouth, and even the taste of my load when I shoot it all over her face and down her throat." Slowly, Andrew was stroking his massive rod and playfully swinging it back and forth. "Go ahead, try it out, dear."

"Yes, daddy," Giselle said obediently. She quickly shuffled over until she was on spread knees at the edge of the bed, nearly doing the splits. She cautiously reached out and wrapped one soft, dainty hand around his wonderful muscle. She could barely fit her hand around its girth. "Wow..." She almost moaned.

Slowly but surely Giselle began to stroke the soft skin of her father's cock back and forth, back and forth. It felt kind of good. So solid and huge. She squeezed tentatively, still pumping it back and forth. She could barely squeeze the thick muscle. Her mouth was slightly open as she stared her dad's penis in its one eye and began pumping faster with her right hand. Whenever she would pump toward Andrew his skin would pull and reveal a bigger pee hole, and then she would close it up again. This sort of tickled her but she wasn't about to laugh.

After a few moments of jerking her dad off she leaned forward and tentatively flicked her tongue out across his head, licking up a bit of his precum. Mmmmm! It was delicious! It may have even been better than her mom's juices, but definitely not as plentiful.

"Go ahead baby, suck on it, and twist your tongue around the bottom. That's where it's most sensitive." Her mom's rich, reassuring voice said from behind her.

That encouragement was what she'd needed. She pushed forward, opening her mouth wide to take the throbbing mushroom head inside. It nearly filled her up. It did taste good though. Like flesh, but so soft and warm, with a bit of salt to it. She moaned on her father's cock and did as her mom had instructed, flicking her soft, warm tongue across the underside of his penis, back and forth, as quickly as she could. Her dad's body trembled at this and she wanted to grin. She wasn't used to having this sort of power over such a powerful man like her father.

Andrew groaned in relief as his daughter young mouth took him inside and covered the head of his throbbing cock in hot, wet saliva. His knees felt a bit weak, but he pulled himself together and thrust forward a little, but not forcefully. Giselle got the hint and pressed her tongue to the base of his head and then moved forward slowly, leaning into him and engulfing another inch of his cock. He knew she'd only be able to fit about four before she could push no longer. He certainly didn't want to hurt his precious little girl.

Her mouth felt stretched, but it was sort of a turn on, and Giselle pushed forward some more, her tongue swabbing back and forth and that huge penis pushing further and further into her mouth. Soon she reached her limit, her mouth was stretched as wide as it could and his cock was lodged a little ways into her throat. Now that she couldn't progress, Giselle felt like she should try again, she slurped back down his shaft and pushed forward to her max again, then repeated.

"Oh, that's great honey!" Her father moaned, his head rolling back. "Now to really drive a guy wild try this: Take the cock and get a lot of your spit and just slobber and spit all over it. Coat the guy's cock in your spit and start pumping him while you suck, especially if he's as large as I am. This way you're stimulating the entire cock. Make sure to squeeze your fist pretty tight. Pressure is rather important."

Giselle nodded with his cock still lodged in her throat, looking up at him with her beautiful golden-brown eyes. She then removed his meat from her lips and began the process of slobbering all over his fat prick. It took her a little while to get her spit glands really working, but soon he was slick and she began working. Her head was bobbing only about three inches so she would have plenty of room to pump. Giselle tried to time it so that her mouth would meet her fist, and this worked pretty well. She would slurp her tongue around his head, flicking the pee hole, and then bob down and meet her fist, then repeat. She was driving him crazy. Soon she began working a twist of her fist into the routine and her father had to stop her.

"Okay, okay, baby." He said, pulling back a bit and breathing heavily. "Wow, you are one hell of a quick learner sweetie. That was amazing. I wanted to fill your belly up with my cum but I have some other things to teach you."

"Like what daddy?" She asked cutely, batting her eyes at him.

"Like how to put a condom on a guy. Usually they will do it themselves, but you should know so you can tell if they are doing it right." Andrew reached down to pick up the packet he'd placed on the bed. "Here, open this."

Taking the condom Giselle swiftly tore it open and looked at it. "Now notice where the rim is on the condom, you have to roll that down the penis and to the base. So you should make sure not to put it on upside down, the rim has to be facing up so you can roll it." With her father's instructions she studied the condom for a moment and then placed it to the tip of his penis and began rolling it downward, covering the huge shaft in a tight layer of shiny latex. Once she'd rolled it down to his balls he instructed her to pull the tip up a bit so that the cum had a place to go.

"Very good Giselle, that was definitely better than my first attempt when I was your age. You almost had an older brother or sister," Her father laughed at his own joke and then patted his hefty cock with one large hand. "Okay baby, now its time to lay back. Your mother and I agreed when you girls were just little that if we were going to teach you like this then I would be the one to take each of your virginities. We figured that this way you would feel comfortable and safe for your first time and learn the ropes so you wouldn't be nervous or pressured when you meet a guy you really like." As he gently pushed Giselle onto her back with both hands he crawled over top of her. "A lot of girls lose their virginity to a guy they really care for and then they fuck up and think they love a guy they just met, get pregnant, and have a kid. This is all well and good for them, and if it happens then it happens and you deal with it. But to avoid this we've decided this would be one of the best ways. Your mom has also made an appointment with your doctor to get you on the pill next week." With a loving smile Andrew leaned in to place a fond kiss on his daughter's soft, full lips.

He was almost amazed at how much she felt and smelled like her mother, especially when she was around his daughter's age. The kiss lingered, and he suckled on her bottom lip for a few moments, his cock pressing firmly into her left thigh.

Finally the kiss was broken and Giselle said with wide eyes, "But daddy... It's so big! Won't it hurt?"

"Probably a little, I'll be going very slowly at first though. Then the pleasure will overtake the pain. Plus, we had all of you girls taking track and riding horses for the education, discipline, exercise, and also for this. Your hymen is probably completely torn by now. Little by little over the years." He kissed her tenderly on the forehead, placing the fat head of his cock at her tight, virginal entrance and whispered, "I won't hurt you." He then began pressing forward slowly.

Giselle moaned and whimpered all at once. The stimulus on her sex was lovely, but she'd never had anything inside of her vagina before. Ever. The immediate stretching made her wince. Her juices had been flowing strongly for nearly an hour now though, so her tunnel was soaked and well lubed, as well as loose from the lubricant. It seemed like a half an hour before Andrew had squeezed just his head inside of her, and she grunted as it popped in. The pain washed over her but quickly faded. Her tight hole was stretched out a bit now, and the pleasure and erotic bliss of having her father's head tucked away in her cunt had her body quivering.

"Are you alright, sweetie?" Andrew cooed down at her in his rumbling voice. His sparkling blue eyes were locked on hers as he continued to ease in, slowly starting to sink his shaft in her depths.

"Yes, daddy," she said softly, "it feels so good... Please don't stop, I can take the pain; the pain actually feels sort of good too. Push faster."




Sistas Ch. 02



He nodded without a word and began to shove his cock meat in a bit faster, she could feel her cunt stretching around him, but the pain didn't worry her, she knew her limits, and she was born to fuck her father. He was pushing at a solid speed now, and her tight pink hole was hugging him the whole way, suctioning his cock as if trying to pull it further inside. With only an inch or so left to go, he hit her back wall.

"Fuck..." she moaned, feeling so incredibly full. It hurt a little, but the pleasure was immense. "Fuck me. Fuck me dad, fuck me like I've been a bad girl. Punish your little girl with your dick!" The look on her father's face was one of pure lust and utter surprise. He probably had no idea she had that kind of aggressiveness in her.

Cautiously at first, Andrew obliged. The incredibly tight pussy hugging his cock right now was his baby girl's and he was about to fuck the shit out of it. He pulled out almost completely, and then pushed his length back in somewhat slowly, not wanting to take her by surprise. When she groaned and reached back to grasp his ass with one hand and twisted her right nipple in the other he slammed into her a bit harder, being careful not to fuck her too hard and hurt her cervix or something. He pulled back out and then shoved his way in, like an oversize train trying to squeeze through a tunnel; he plowed into her again and again. She was screaming, but not in pain, it was in complete and utter lust. Her pleasure had taken over and she was grunting and groaning as he speared her on his cock, twisting her hips and bucking.

Giselle's pussy had loosened a bit by now, she was no longer a virgin, and her flower had never technically broken. She wasn't bleeding at all, which she supposed was in actuality a good thing. She was grunt and bucking and heaving like an animal as her dad began fucking her in much the same way. She could feel something in her belly, just above her loin, a tingling, building sensation and she knew it was going to explode very soon.

"I think I'm gonna cum soon dad! Your little girl is going to cum all over that big cock of yours! I'm going to explode all over my daddy! Oh daddy! Fuck me daddy! I want you to cum on me, cover me in that shit!" She felt like her words had the equally effect on herself that they did on her father, because she began cumming immediately. Her body tense and became rigid for a moment and then convulsed as her cunt spasm and pulsed, pumping for all it was worth. Her dad pulled out at that point, and following his cock came a huge stream of semi-clear fluid spraying into the air from her pussy and covering her father's chest, groin, and even spraying him in the face with a particularly strong squirt. She came for a full minute, spraying into the sir and soaking everything, it was the most intense, mind numbing thing she'd ever experienced. She was even soaking herself with her own cum.

Meanwhile, her father had ripped the condom from his aching, rock-solid meat and was furiously beating it off as he was showered in his daughter's extreme orgasm. As she began to come down, he finally let himself explode, leaning over her body as his cock twitched in his hand and the bulbous purple head erupted with the first line of cum. It shot from his cock like a white bullet and splashed across Giselle's lips. Two more ropes followed quickly and landed across her heaving chest, coating her breasts in thick white spunk. He fired off about four more heavy loads, his balls clenching and emptying themselves at an extreme level. Soon her chin was dripping, her pubes were sticky, her chest was almost covered, and a pool was collecting in her belly button. That was one of the biggest loads Andrew had ever blown and his balls already ached.

With a tired smile on his face he looked his little girl over, all covered in cream. Suddenly his wife snuck past him and began licking at their daughter's body, trying to clean her off a bit. He joined her and together they ate most of his cum, sharing sloppy cum-slathered kisses in between licks.

Giselle just lay there, panting like her mother had been while her parents licked her clean like cats. She licked at her cum-covered face before they started doing the same and tasted her dad's sweet and salty cum. Not bad at all, she thought. After a minute, her parents curled up beside her and held her close between them, the cum smearing all over them all. They were all happy with the night it seemed, and Giselle felt amazing. This was by far the best day of her life, and she felt like life might be getting better from here on out. She also felt very loved, and knew she was safe. And with those thoughts in her mind, her very tired body drifted off to sleep, holding her mother in her arms.



Sistas Ch. 03



*Thanks to all the people who have encouraged this story, voted, and commented thus far. I hope you're still enjoying. This is a very active chapter, and the longest to date. If you're looking to get a nut, you could probably get about six from this one I think. I've always been very liberal with sex scenes because I think that's what a lot of people are looking for. If you're looking for story then there is plenty of progress there as well. I've somewhat designed this chapter so that it could just end here and be done; however it could also go on for several more chapters I believe. It's up to you all, my fans. 

The second installment garnered much less attention and no comments. Only a few votes let me know how you all felt, which was thankfully positive. If you'd like to see this continue, please let me know. Feel free to give me suggestions for further chapters or tell me some kinks you would like to see. I love plenty of other kinks that I leave out so as not to become too cluttered. On the other hand, if you feel like its run its course and I'm not doing it anymore justice then just say so and I'll work on something new or add to some of my other series. Thank you all for reading though. I sincerely hope you enjoy. I write these for both myself and my readers.

Please excuse any typos I missed. I need to find an editor, but have yet to be able to put my hands on one. I read it over and think that its pretty clean, but it wouldn't be surprising if I missed a few things.*

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Since Kieron's first amazing evening spent in the bosom of ecstasy with his girlfriend and her horny sisters, he might have become the luckiest man on the face of the planet. He spent most of his time in the sisters' apartment with the three beautiful women, and if he wasn't pleasuring them or being pleasured himself they all just spent time together talking, laughing, and connecting. Usually they were naked, unless they went out to see a movie or visit the zoo or something.

Though he still considered himself Aurora's boyfriend and cared about her the most, he'd formed a connection with Robyn and Giselle as well. He felt that they probably preferred each other more than they did him, but he could tell that they cared about him at least a little. Each of the girls sought him out sexually though, and valued him greatly as a lover. Luckily Aurora wasn't all that opposed to sharing with her gorgeous sisters, though she would often receive some sort of payment in exchange. Sure Kieron felt a bit objectified, cheap, and used. But no man in his right mind would complain about this particular situation.

Currently Kieron was lying on the girls' extremely comfy couch watching an episode of Burn Notice, which was his favorite show, and had his hands propped behind his head. He was quite comfortable, as usual, despite the fact that he had Robyn sitting sideways on his lap and rocking back and forth slowly with his half-mast cock lodged idly inside of her bald cunt. She was watching the show with him, but had never seen it before.

Twisting her body slightly on his cock made it twitch and grow inside of her; Robyn looked at him with a small frown on her lips and asked, "What is wrong with this show?"

Kieron had a hard time formulating an answer to that particular question. It was rather vague and he had a beautiful naked woman speared on his cock. "What do you mean, babe?" He asked the youngest sister.

"Well," she said, twisting her body all of the way around so that she was facing and straddling him now, his cock was growing completely hard as she did and he was now stretching her walls, "This Michael guy knows everything. And anything he doesn't know his friend and his girlfriend do. He's obviously going to win every episode, so what's the point of watching?"

Kieron had closed his eyes when she'd twisted her velvet tunnel around on his meat, but he opened them slightly to look into her innocent, chocolate brown eyes, "Well because it's entertaining. Most people like the fact that he's so good because they wonder how he will get out of the mess his clients have made this week. It also seems very realistic in the way he puts things together and improvises with the things available to him. It's just like watching House. House is a genius at what he does and always gets the job done, but people love him too."

Robyn seemed to think about this for a minute, with Kieron's cock twitching inside of her. She looked at the show again and then shook her head, "Nope, it just sucks." She began to laugh as soon she saw the face Kieron made.

"You're impossible," Kieron laughed and immediately pushed with his arms and legs, thrusting his pelvis up in the air with the long-legged beauty atop him. She was light, only about one hundred and twenty-five pounds, and Kieron had a nice physique which made this feat rather easy. His back was now arched like a bridge, thrusting his thick slab of meat as far as physically possible into Robyn's tight twat. She couldn't help but cry out in surprise and pleasure as she was literally fucked into the air.

It didn't take Robyn long to get her bearings, quickly locking her feet against Kieron's ass and gripping his hips tightly for support. Once she was on tight Kieron began bucking her like a bronco for a few moments, thrusting her up and down about four times before his arms starting feeling a little worn. With each huge thrust Robyn would squeal and moan simultaneously, and Kieron could feel her cunt start to drip down his balls.

"Ooooh shit Kieron! You know I fuckin' love playing 'Fuckin' Bronco' with your fat white cock!" Robyn was snarling lust, and as Kieron bucked his final time she bit her bottom lip in that sexy way he loved, and her bangs fell down around her face. She cried out again and then began rolling her hips on his pelvis as he became stationary.

The position was hardly just pleasurable for Robyn's aching twat; Kieron's massive erection was pounding with blood as she began riding him slowly at first, just swaying her hips back and forth and making her tits wobble. Then she began to buck, her hips moving back and forth on his shaft, releasing an inch and then swallowing it back up soon after. Kieron always loved fucking Robyn's pussy the most. She was only twenty and she worked out regularly which kept her cunt nearly as tight as a virgin's. His fully-grown meat always stretched her insides and they felt amazing hugging him so tightly as she rode him.

"Shit," she growled, bucking on him sharply, "I think I'm about to cum, stud." She pumped her hips around in small circles and then popped off of half his length by pushing up with her arms and then sunk back down, devouring him. "Yeah, I'm going to cum!" She squealed, "I'm about to cum! Shit. Shit. Shit!"

Kieron didn't need anymore stimulus than that outburst, plus he'd been watching her pert little titties shaking on that sexy, lithe frame and that was all he needed to cum. He released his position as his orgasm burst through his loins and they both fell to the couch. The collision pushed him the deepest he'd ever been and she screamed out in ecstasy, a mind-blowing orgasm pumping through her tubes.

They both began cumming simultaneously: She began to spray a geyser of hot girl-cum all over his cock and belly while he began pumping thick load after load of his sticky cum into her depths. They were both groaning and grinding against each other as their orgasm sent waves of pleasure through their bodies. After a minute Robyn was still twitching and jerking uncontrollably on top of him. He smiled at her and was able to flip her over, so that he was lying on top of her, swiftly and began fucking her as hard as he could, while reaching beneath her and pulling her ass cheeks apart so his balls could slap against her pucker as he nailed her with his half-hard cock.

She began cumming again instantly, and he drained the remnants of his balls into her clenching pussy while she soaked the couch against with a gushing orgasm, just like both of her sisters. Each of their orgasms were like earthquakes almost every time and the pleasure was immense, however, it always left them very drained. The treatment Robyn was getting left her quivering in a puddle of their juices as Kieron kissed her delicately on the lips and pulled out slowly to stand up.

His own legs were weak, but he could manage. For a minute he just watched Robyn as she drifted off to sleep. He had begun to adore her more and more since he'd gotten to know her better. Usually she was adorably cute; very innocent and mischeivous. But when she was turned on she could become a fearsome little vixen.

Turning around Kieron began to smile; standing at the edge of the hallway was a grinning Giselle. "Well, look who's finally up."

"Admiring your handy work?" She quipped back, her grin widening and her eyes narrowing to a sultry squint.

Ignoring her, Kieron retorted, "What made you sleep past noon?"

Giselle shrugged her shoulders, and Kieron was surprised to realize that she was wearing clothes today. "Your girlfriend kept me up late. We don't play often so Aura and I have a ball when I get her to spread those long legs for me."

"You didn't hurt her did you? I haven't seen her today either." Kieron was smiling and approaching the eldest of the trio.

"Of course not, I only hurt Robyn. She does have a few noticeable bite marks though." She laughed wickedly before straightening up to receive Kieron's firm kiss on her tiptoes. 

"Mmm, you taste good." Kieron cooed seductively.

With that wicked grin back on her lips Giselle said quickly, "Keep it in your... Well hold your horse I guess." She laughed again and then added, "Come on, get dressed, you can come to the store with me. We need supplies."

"Oh, alright sure." Kieron agreed, giving her a playful swat on the ass only to have his cock yanked in reciprocation.

"Hurry up," Giselle warned as she licked her fingers clean and Kieron hurried down the hall.

***

Once Kieron had dressed himself in a simple pair of jeans and gray Abercrombie t-shirt, the two of them left the apartment joking back and forth and headed to the supermarket in Kieron's 'Vette. It was an early Sunday afternoon, so most people were either still at church or having lunch together afterwards. This left the roads rather bare and made their drive very quick. Parking spaces were plentiful and Kieron pulled in easily and shifted his car into park.

"Very nice parking job," Giselle grinned at him as he turned the car off, "You got it right into that tiny little space."

Sporting a playful grin of his own, Kieron responded, "Yeah, I'm a pro at fitting my things into tight little spaces." He then opened his door and stepped out into the hot sunlight.

Just like he enjoyed his time spent with Robyn, he equally enjoyed his time spent with Giselle. She was very open and free, giving her a very comfortable manner and making him feel like he could do or say absolutely anything without being judged. It was all about happiness and love with her, and she showed this by playing and trading smart remarks with her sister's boyfriend.

He waited for Giselle to get out of the car before locking it remotely and then waited again for her to come around to him before they started towards the market. For obvious reasons he liked to have the girls walk beside or in front of him whenever possible. Today Giselle was wearing as little as possible: Her ample chest was covered by a white 'wife-beater' t-shirt that was cut-off about two inches below her tits. She wore no bra, which was obvious due to the puffy outlines of her dark nipples; but she didn't seem to care. The rest of her upper body was completely bare down to her curvy hips where a pair of unbelted khaki shorts rested. They rode low on her hips, and were incredibly tiny to boot. The material clung to her ass like a second-skin, and was just a few shades lighter than her skin.

As Kieron followed behind her by a few feet and they chatted back and forth, his eyes were glued to those round, bubbly cheeks swaying back and forth atop her lusciously smooth legs. He could just barely see the crease of each cheek peeking from beneath her shorts as she walked, and he could feel his cock swelling inside of his pants. Afraid that he might run into someone, or something, like this, he picked up the pace and fell into stride next to his luscious, caramel fuck-buddy.

Dipping his hand into her back pocket and grabbing a soft handful of tender meat caused a horny grin to be thrown his way, "Be careful Kieron. You know what playing with my ass does to me. I can feel my pussy twitching right now."

Kieron grinned back, "Oh I know," and grabbed deeper into her back pocket, his fingers reaching down into her crack. It was then that he realized she wasn't wearing panties either and his cock redoubled its efforts to make him uncomfortable.

Clenching her fabulous cheeks together, she winked at him as they entered the store through the automatic doors. "Alright, come on, no hanky panky right here in the front of the store," Giselle chided as she broke away and grabbed a cart, causing Kieron to wince.

He knew she wasn't about to bend over for him right here in the middle of the store, but a guy could hope. Falling into place behind Giselle as she pushed their cart, even managing to make that look casually sexy, his eyes fell upon her ass once more and his hands went straight into his pockets. There was just something about a big, bubble butt on a girl that drove Kieron wild. He couldn't explain, and he wasn't sure if anyone could. He just loved the way it bounced up and down with her steps, jiggling slightly. The way that fat ass stuck out at him, making him itch to grab it. He even loved looking at how toned her back looked where it dipped in and then shot back out; and the way it accentuated the dimples above her ass. Giselle's hips were wide too, giving her a bit of a natural sway and hourglass figure that Kieron loved. Aurora and Robyn had nice asses too, but their hips were quite a bit slimmer.

Giselle picked out mostly an abundance of different fruits, which she just loved to snack on. These were probably the main contributor to her nice figure, and delicious pussy. She lived off of a completely organic diet and rarely ate meat. Crabs and lobster were her main weakness in that category. This lifestyle left her very healthy and in much better natural condition than a lot of girls. Plus her skin was practically flawless due to a large lack of grease and oil in her diet.

From the fruit section she moved on the organic vegetable and other foods. Kieron had to stop and remind her that there were other people who needed sustenance in the apartment. "Giselle, we aren't all going to eat that organic stuff every day you know."

"You guys should try a healthier, more natural diet," she chided, picking out some more healthy foods. "You'll all feel sooo much better! It's purifying. I can remember when I used to eat the garbage you guys shovel into your mouth all day. I just felt so sluggish all of the time."

"Yeah, but it tasted good," Kieron teased, grabbing two steaks and some hamburger meat. "Mmm, cows!"

"That's disgusting! What did those cows every do to you? They have just as much right not to be eaten as you and I do!" Giselle had a seriously appalled look on her face.

"I thought you liked being eaten," Kieron taunted with a smile, grabbing some chips and cereal.

Giselle couldn't help the sheepish grin that crept across her face, accompanied by an actual blush.

"Is the mighty Giselle blushing?" Kieron joked, taking a closer look.

"Shut up!" She snapped with a smile, "You know what I meant."

"Yeah, yeah," Kieron admitted, "But what about the poor, defenseless plants you've been chowing down on? They'll never see their leafy friends again!"

"Oh, be quiet!" Giselle laughed, "Meanie!" She pushed Kieron into some paper towels with surprising strength and laughed harder.

They were in the back of the store now in the second to last aisle, and Kieron came back at her by sweeping her up onto his shoulder and smacking her ass a few times to the satisfaction of her endless giggles and squeals. Finally he put her down after noticing that some people were stopping at the end of the aisle to see what the commotion was about.

Once she'd gotten her bearings, Giselle took a step back from him and managed a very serious frown before saying, "I told you not to play with my butt anymore. Now you're going to have to kiss it to make it better."

Kieron smiled at her with a twinkle in his eyes, believing her to be joking until she turned around and stuck that delicious apple bottom straight at him with her back slightly bent forwards. "Well, alright, if it will make you feel better," he resigned with a sigh and began to kneel down, his cock already twitching. Then he heard the metallic 'zrrrrrt' of her zipper and just as he was leaning in toward her khaki-clad butt the khaki's slid down her legs, revealing a pair of perfect caramel loaves with a dark crack down the middle.

Kieron's heart actually began thumping as he planted a firm kiss to one plush cheek; already he was able to smell the sweet scent of her damp cunt wafting up at him. He glanced from side to side and noticed a few wide-eyed housewives gawking while their husbands were doing quadruple takes. The fact that they were watching him nuzzle Giselle's yummy ass just had Kieron's cock aching against the inside of his jeans.

"Did I say kiss my ass? I meant my ass... hole," Giselle corrected, looking back at him with a devilish grin while kicking aside her shorts.

Compulsively obeying, Keiron moved his face over and began nuzzling his way between her firm cheeks with his nose and mouth, not using his hands. Once inside a bit, he used his tongue to lick up and down her musky crack until he found that puckered dimple. Probing at it with his tongue momentarily, he made her squirm, and then he pushed forward and gave it a tender kiss.

Giggling with excitement and nerves, Giselle looked back sexily as Kieron stood up, then looked at the people gathering at either side of the aisle. She moved forward quickly and placed her hands on one of the shelves while bending over at a right angle and spreading her feet apart. "Now fuck me, big boy! Give these people a show!"

Kieron honestly didn't know what to do at this point other than follow orders. Attempting to ignore the onlookers in the supermarket, Kieron unfastened his belt and dropped his pants and boxers down to his ankles with ease. His rigid cock sprung out to greet the cool air conditioning of the building, and all nine inches of his favorite muscle were pointing straight at Giselle's big, brown, booty.

He shuffled forward quickly with his pants around his feet, and grabbed hold of that beautiful ass while Giselle braced herself against the middle shelf. He could see that her pussy was already slightly parted, like the petals of a soft, beautiful flower, and her slick tunnel was glistening already. Positioning himself at her entrance, he began spreading and massaging her bountiful ass cheeks before suddenly pounding his entire length into her awaiting sheathe, and he could feel the tip of his dick touch her back wall just as his balls smacked against her vulva. She wasn't as deep as Robyn, but equally as tight and a perfect fit.

Kieron had never fucked Giselle's cunt before; she much preferred him nailing her backdoor. It felt just as good as her asshole though, and as he waited for a moment, hilted inside of her, he could feel her flexing and moving her vaginal muscles around his pulsating prick. He about came right there. Giselle had to be the best lover he'd ever had. With a great abundance of will power he was able to keep his spunk inside of his balls for the time being and began to slowly pull back with Giselle's hungry lips hugging and suckling his shaft.




Sistas Ch. 03



Soon he was pounding into her over and over while she moaned and screamed his name, causing her caramel cheeks to jiggle and shake with every thrust. Her perfect tits had popped out of the bottom of her shirt to top things off, and whenever she would look back to watch him fuck her like an animal he would watch those sexy globes bounce and shake with his fast-paced fucking.

It had only been a few minutes since Kieron had begun pumping Giselle's cunt full of his cock, but when he looked around again, tearing his eyes away from her trembling ass, he saw about five other guys with their dicks out as well.

One Hispanic fellow had his busty wife's skirt up around her waist and was drilling away at her pussy with her bent over their shopping cart and holding onto the sides for dear life. Kieron continued humping Giselle as he watched them for a moment, focusing on how her heavy olive tits shook and shuddered as he plowed into her with unadulterated lust in his eyes.

Another couple had moved closer before the wife had stripped her sundress and underwear and was now being held up in her husband's arms as he fucked her like his life depended on it. She was a tiny little thing, with flaming red curls falling down her back and a firm, pert ass that trembled against his fierce fucking. Her husband was tall and strong with sandy brown hair, and he was grunting and groaning the entire time he destroyed her pussy.

There was one more couple in the aisle with them, but they weren't fucking. The female, who had strawberry blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail and a gorgeous face, had her huge tits hanging out of the white, button-up business blouse she was wearing and her black pleated skirt crumpled up around her waist. She was squatted down in front of her short husband and was swirling her pink tongue around his thick prick. One hand was pumping his glorious, purple meat at a steady rhythm while the other was down between her legs, three fingers deep in her bald, horny twat.

The other two men who had their dicks out were the closest of anyone, only about four feet away from Kieron and Giselle as they continued grunting and moaning, both coming close to their climaxes. They were both alone and on either side. They looked to Kieron like upstanding guys generally, but at the moment they were staring with lewd expression at the rutting pair and stroking their good-sized shafts as fast as their dry hands would let them.

Kieron had been doing a good job of holding his cum back so far, but with all of the lust, hormones, and pure sex in the air combined with the amazing cunt of his girlfriend's sister wrapped around his cock, he didn't know how much longer he could go. Lucky for him Giselle had been watching the scenes unfold around her the entire time, and she was ready to blow.

"Fuck! I'm about to cum all over your dick baby! Fuck me harder Kieron! Fuck me 'til you cum inside this chocolate pussy babe!" Giselle's cries seemed desperate and filled with desire, her body began to shake and contract as her legs weakened and she held onto the shelf to keep from falling. Her orgasm was hot and intense, her body writhing and cunt contracting wildly along Kieron's intruding muscle while her glands began spraying the floor with her sweet, hot nectar. Long streams of her clear cum spewed out, soaking Kieron's pants and everything else around.

Kieron helped her stay up by pulling on her hips with all of his strength and plowing into her harder and faster than before. He began to cum within seconds, the tip of his cock spurting hard, juicy loads deep into Giselle's snatch, filling her up quickly, causing much of it to spill out around his shaft even while he was still cumming. "Oh shit..." He moaned as his orgasm finally began to subside. "You girls are going to fuckin' kill me."

Slowly pulling his softening organ out of Giselle's ravaged cunt, dribbling his seed down her lips as he did so and smacking playfully at her extra-sensitive clit with his flaccid cock, Kieron made sure to keep at least one hand supporting Giselle until she'd regained strength in her legs. Once she'd recovered, she stood up straight with a lust-filled smile on her face. Her thick thighs had cum dribbling down them, and when she looked at the men who'd been watching our show so closely she just smiled wider and sank down to her knees. "I know you want somewhere to spray those loads guys," she said casually, grinning while she pulled off her sweaty tank top.

The men now had lusty grins on their faces as they moved closer, Kieron watching them whack away at their pipes. Without saying a word they closed in on Giselle, aiming their dicks at the valley of cleavage she'd just produced for them as she held her beautiful breasts together.

"Come on, cover me in spunk," Giselle coaxed, still smiling, looking back and forth between the veiny cocks pointing at her, one black and one white. Kieron glanced down between her thighs where a pool of leaking cum was forming, then back up at her tits. She never touched the guys; she didn't need to. They'd been so close just watching the erotic show in front of them they didn't need any help at all to reach their climaxes. Just moments after the words escaped Giselle's full brown lips two hot streams of cum splashed out across her throat and chest. Each of their second loads were more accurate, and they began pumping that voluptuous valley full of their fresh seed. Their orgasms weren't as long or strong as Kieron's often were, but they covered her tits in white globs of cum and filled her cleavage nicely enough. Kieron had a boner again just watching.

Everyone was getting close to, or had already cum by now, and the aisle positively reeked of semen and vagina. Kieron was sporting another hard-on, and the guys who'd covered Giselle were pulling up their pants when the sound of hard-soled shoes was heard approaching. Kieron and Giselle both looked toward the direction of the sound, just as everyone else was; a police officer came strolling around the corner, her eyes wide and full of surprise.

"What in the world is going on here?" The stunned officer was young and had soft, dark ebony skin. She was short, about five foot two, and wore her hat atop a short, curly afro. The police woman's eyes were angled exotically, and she had very African features on a short, rounded face. Her body looked rather thick, though her shirt didn't allow for a very good judgment; she had a big juicy butt that stretched the fabric of her pants, along with her thighs. This and her wide hips counteracted the man-ish outfit.

Giselle couldn't seem to do anything but sit there watching the attractive officer, with cum dribbling down her sexy body and an innocent look on her face.

"Well?" The police woman urged, "I got complaints of two people having sex in the back aisles, but this is too much!" Though she sounded angry, her eyes, which were locked on Giselle, seemed much softer than they should.

Giselle finally decided to speak, never losing eye contact, "Well, Officer..." She squinted, "B."

"It's Briana, but I'm Officer Seward." She didn't seem too bothered by what she was called though.

"Well Briana," Giselle continued smoothly, "me and my sister's boyfriend here were just having some old fashioned fun. We didn't ask all of these other people to join in." She gestured to the people gathered around them, most naked or half-clothed, unsure of what to do in this situation, and probably afraid that if they ran away they'd be tackled and arrested.

Seeming almost unsure of how to respond to Giselle's nonchalant attitude and penetrating gaze, Briana lamely said, "You know it's illegal to have sex here right?"

"I didn't see any signs," Giselle responded earnestly.

Kieron could tell Briana wanted to laugh; her eyes were trying to figure out what Giselle's deal was. "Well sex, or even nudity, in public is illegal, and this is a public place."

"Oh my, I had no idea," Giselle countered, "Please don't take me to jail Officer Briana." She looked pathetic, putting on her best puppy dog eyes, which made Kieron want to protect her from this dainty little officer of the law. Her pathetic look probably didn't have the same effect that it would have had she not been covered in two strangers' cum. Of course the effect may have been even better this way. "Couldn't we work something out?" She offered, batting her eyelashes and crawling seductively across the sex-covered floor on hands and knees until she was face-to-groin with Officer Seward.

"I- Well... I just- I don't know Miss," Briana stuttered as her utility belt was undone by nimble fingers, and her zipper was pulled down by pearly whites. Her hands stayed at her sides, not fighting the seduction that Giselle was laying on thick. Kieron had to hand it to his cunning little lover, she'd known since she laid eyes on the police officer that Briana was interested in girls, just judging by the way she'd been looking at her. From that point on she'd done nothing but methodically seduce her. She knew they'd be getting off with nothing more than a nice hard orgasm.

Once Giselle had Briana's pants around her shiny black work shoes, and that big, fantastic ass clad in nothing but her white, cotton panties, she began planting wet kisses all over the woman's toned, inner thighs. The effect was instant, and the short beauty practically collapsed onto the floor; taken over by that demon called 'Lust.' Giselle followed her down with her lips, paying careful attention to the sensitive areas of that succulent skin. However, she soon began making her way up, her lips kissing their way along the sexy contrast between pure white panties and Briana's heavenly, ebony skin. The police woman was shivering under that torture, and her small hands moved to stroke at Giselle's soft cheek as she continued moving up.

With seduction still apparently in mind, though this was hardly the place to seduce someone in most cases, Giselle's teeth and tongue were used to unbutton Briana's shirt, all the way up to her throat. Giselle then latched her mouth onto the darker woman's throat and found her sweet spot, causing her girly voice to moan in a deep rumble. The blue uniform fell away without much coaxing, revealing a surprisingly fit upper body.

Though Briana was squat due to her height, her belly looked tight and toned, just wider than a taller girl's would be. There didn't seem to be a lot of fat on this gorgeous enforcer of the law. Her bra was plain white as well, and again the contrast of skin versus pure white cotton was sexy enough in itself, however the bra was retaining a pair of flawless C cups; almost equal in perfection and size to Giselle's, but maybe a little bigger. However, on this small lady they looked wondrously huge, and Kieron's mouth was beginning to water.

Seeming to read his mind, Giselle didn't waste much time in reaching beneath her newly seduced lover's arched back and flicking her bra undone with one hand. Kieron heard the pop and saw the luscious officer's tits swell out as the pressure was loosened, and then the bra was being removed, and Kieron's eyes feasted on Briana's gorgeous black globes, capped by wide, even darker nipples.

It wasn't long before Giselle's mouth was latched to one tit, and then the other, while Kieron's hand was pumping tightly up and down his rock hard shaft. Briana was writhing on the floor, moaning loudly and clutching desperately at her cotton-clad snatch. For some reason Kieron got the impression that this beautiful little lady didn't get laid very often. If she befriended Giselle like this then that was sure to change.

Kieron looked around for a moment: The two fellows who'd covered Giselle's chest were nowhere in sight anymore, but the other couples had gathered into a lust-driven orgy about six feet away from them now. The red head was bent over with her hand's on the floor like a bitch in heat and a glazed look in her eyes while the blonde's small lover was bucking into her appropriately from behind. The handsome sandy-haired man was on the floor fucking the shit out of the big-titted Hispanic's hairy pussy while the blonde's bald cunt was plastered to her face and she was subsequently devouring the Hispanic man's prick like an expert cocksucker. Her dimple shown like light bulbs as she pumped at his shaft with one hand while bobbing her head and supporting her body with the other hand, heavy tits dangling down under her lithe frame.

When he looked back at Giselle she was peeling Briana's panties off of her fat ass which was not actually fat at all, just a marvelous gift from God. That huge butt was flawless, and Kieron wanted to pound the shit out of it without mercy, but too soon she ahd it back on the floor and her panties were around her ankles. Her feet were caught up in her pants and belt and panties, but she was still able to spread her knees, which revealed her damp, hairy snatch. Kieron could just barely tell that her insides were a deep red, but her lips were so thick and meaty that they completely covered her hole at most instances.

Briana cried out in extreme pleasure when Giselle peeled back her lips and attacked her enticing red insides with her strong tongue. Once her eyes rolled back to the front of her head she looked straight Kieron, who was spectating with cock in hand. She pointed commandingly at him and growled, "Bring that fat dick over here." It was such a change in personality that Kieron hesitated momentarily, but after seeing the passion in her dark brown eyes he moved forward quickly and got down to straddle her face.

As soon as his dick was presented to the little ebony vixen she gobbled it into her big brown lips and began to slurp at it eagerly. Kieron thought she might suck it right off if he didn't start moving his hips, so soon he was fucking her face at a strong pace. Officer Seward took this treatment like a pro, and was deep throating his hefty length at every thrust like a purebred slut.Kieron wanted to let Giselle know just how big of a slut this gorgeous girl was, "What a fuckin' slut," he moaned back to Giselle, "She gobbles cock like she was born with a dick in her mouth."

Moaning hard into that dark cunt she was eating Giselle pulled away, "Mmm, lets see how she does with a cunt on her face," she said with a horny grin. "Switch with me."

Giselle got up and Kieron moved down Briana's luscious little body, taking a succulent tit into his mouth once he'd positioned himself above her cunt. While suckling at that delicious tit he watched as Giselle squatted down over the police woman's face and fastened her cunt to it eagerly. Her ass was facing Kieron, but he didn't mind watching her heart shaped backside squirm as Briana began slurping like a starved woman at the cum-stained cunt presented to her.

"Shit," Giselle moaned, leaning forward to brace herself, "You were right baby, she's got a magical fuckin' tongue. Oh! Shit... You like eating this cum-filled cunt Officer Briana?" Giselle moaned, receiving a mouthful of 'Yes.' "Mmmm, fuck! how's that hairy cunt of hers Kieron?"

Just as she asked Kieron found the hole and pushed his way in. After wiggling past those fat outer lips he slid in easily and penetrated her tight red slit completely; bumping into her wall with about an inch to go. "Shit, she's fucking tight. And warm as shit. I've filled her hungry pussy to the brim with my fat white cock babe. She's not as deep as you are, but I'm going to fill her with my seed anyway."

He began to fuck the slutty cop, bucking as deep and as fast as possible while Giselle rode her face. The fact that he'd already came twice thus far in the day didn't stop him from reaching his climax rather quickly under these circumstances, but Giselle beat him to it. About twenty seconds before he began to fill Briana with his hot, white spunk, Giselle began bucking on her face and crying out in pleasure as her pussy sprayed the distance to the other group of people fucking, dowsing them in her juices.

Seeing this was likely what actually sent Kieron over the edge, and he groaned, "Holy shit," as he began to erupt and felt Briana's cunt clutching at him and milking his cock while her body tensed and her own orgasm rushed through her loins. Kieron's load continued to blast its way into the sex-crazed police woman writhing and screaming on the ground beneath him as her own orgasm rolled through her body, causing her hips and ass to lift up off of the ground and meet his thrusts even more willingly.

It took half of a minute for Kieron to finish unloading his balls inside of this complete stranger's cunt, and about another thirty seconds for her cunt to stop milking every last seed out of him. Weakly he pulled his drained penis out of the dark-skinned beauty, dribbling a few final globs of white cum along her hairy lips. Giselle was standing up too, her legs shaking wearily, but she moved quickly to the nearby shelves and leaned against them for support.

Leaning down to help Briana up, Kieron's eyes drifted to the small supermarket orgy next to them just in time to see the beautiful blonde get a huge load blown all over her face, covering her nose, eye-lids, mouth, and splashing into her hair. He couldn't tell if the blonde had cum or not, but the heavy-chested Latina had stopped eating her pussy as she began to cum, her tits wobbling and jiggling against her chest as she writhed and bucked against the handsome brunette's pelvis. By the look on his face, Kieron judged that he too was cumming. The redhead's face was planted to the sticky floor as the small man behind her pounded her pussy relentlessly before finally hilting himself and depositing his seed in her fiery hole. Kieron certainly appreciated everyone finishing up at about the same time so he was allowed to watch. His cock was twitching again, and as he looked at Giselle he noticed her wide eyes looking at his groin.

"Don't you ever get tired?" She said with a smile and an exasperated, yet playful, tone.

"Oh, I'm exhausted." Kieron admitted with a smile of his own and then nodded toward his cock. "He's not in the least though, apparently."

Officer Seward was looking at his crotch as well, "That's one hell of an impressive dick you've got there." Her voice seemed more subdued than it had previously, and she seemed very girlish standing there naked and out of breath from the amazing fuck she'd just received. "Those big balls aren't so bad either," she noted, glancing down at the dried cum on Giselle's inner thighs and then at the fresh load oozing out of her pussy. "You have a tendency to fill a girl up." She winked then, "I like that. I've never felt so full in my life."

Kieron began to blush, "Well, I do what I can," he said with a smile, "That's a nice cunt you've got nestled between those amazing thighs, by the way. Great ass too," he added, craning his neck to see around the short stranger.

"Oh, you like it?" She teased playfully, spinning around awkwardly due to the pants tangled around her ankles and then began twerking her plush ass with her hands on her knees. The dark brown cheeks jiggled and shook sexily, causing both Kieron and Giselle to almost start drooling. With every twerk of her fat ass, Briana's cunt was slightly visible, still stretched from her fucking, revealing cum smeared lips and glimpses of that deep red tunnel.

Kieron was rock hard again, "Jesus, I'd love to fuck that big ass, Briana," he groaned, squeezing his dick forcefully.

Turning back around she sighed, "Sorry, but I have to get back out on the road." She reached down and began pulling her panties up. The bright white cotton gathered and absorbed the cum leaking down her legs as they slid up her thighs. She pulled them up snugly against her cunt, forming a slight cameltoe before she bent over again, tits swaying, and began pulling up her navy blue slacks. She had to wiggle her body to get the pants up and over her big bubble butt, causing her dark melons to shake and bounce, much to Kieron's delight.




Sistas Ch. 03



"You have an amazing body and beautiful face," he complimented her, cock still jutting out at a right angle, "Why in the world are you a cop?"

Briana shrugged, buckling her belt and going to get her bra and shirt, which was soaked from being on the floor beneath her and Giselle, "I've always wanted to be a police officer, and I love my job. It's just hard to find time to date sometimes." After pulling her bra on she looked at the shirt critically, "How am I going to explain this?" She laughed then, pulling it on anyway. "Here's my card," she reached into her pocket and grabbed her wallet, pulling two cards out and handing them to Kieron and Giselle. "Don't lose it. I want to hear from one of you soon so we can get together again and have some more fun. Otherwise I'll have you both arrested." Her tone was completely serious, but then she began giggling in her majestic voice.

They both smiled at her as she turned to leave, wiggling her butt flirtingly as she went and giving the group of ashamed looking sex-fiends a funny look as she passed them. Kieron didn't even bother trying to make awkward conversation with the other people present, he and Giselle just pulled on their clothes, though Giselle couldn't find her shorts, and returned to their cart.

The fact that Giselle had her ass swaying back and forth in its full glory, and her pubic hair and delicious snatch, on display while they checked out made the whole process somewhat slow. Nobody seemed to know what to make of the situation, and horny guys were leering from everywhere. Kieron heard disappointed chattering from the assorted women, and the cashier and bag boy could hardly concentrate. However, if you looked at Giselle you wouldn't think a thing was out of place. She was cool, calm, and casual. She helped the bag boy, smiled politely, and gave the cashier a flirtatious wiggle of her rear as they left. Kieron almost thought he could hear the young man cumming in his pants.

They put the groceries in the trunk and then sped home to get everything in the freezer. Aurora gave Giselle a strange look as she strolled in half naked, but then just sighed and shrugged her shoulders. That was probably the best thing to do, Kieron thought.

Once they'd put the groceries away Aurora appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, "What have you two been up to?" She asked curiously, moving into the small room and giving Kieron a firm kiss on the lips.

"Oh nothing," Giselle grinned, standing with her feet at shoulder-width, "Just shopping for some groceries."

"You've been gone for over an hour though," she countered with suspicion, "because that's how long I've been up." She was eyeing Giselle now, her exotic brown eyes squinted. "And you're not wearing any pants." She was almost accusing. Suddenly she dropped down in front of Giselle and took her vulva into her hot suckling mouth, causing her older sister's knees to buckle momentarily. Kieron just barely caught her.

Resurfacing, Aura pointed at her light-skinned sister, "You fucked my boyfriend!" Then she paused and tilted her head almost comically, "At the grocery store?" Shaking the uncertainty from her brain she continued, "You owe me!" She growled, "I want my pussy eaten..." Apparently she was horny this evening, because usually she would wait until after she'd had something in her belly. "Now," she added.

Giselle just shrugged, looking around her tall sister and at Kieron, who was mostly examining his girlfriend's lovely ass, which tightened when she was angry or flustered. Aura was just wearing her hair wrap since she'd woken up, so while she'd been bickering with Giselle her ass had been bouncing up and down, and wiggling with her temper. Seeming to notice the growing bulge in his jeans, Giselle said, "Well come on then, we all need a shower, so Kieron can stretch your tight little ass while I eat your pussy. It seems like he's always ready to bust a nut." She laughed briefly and then strut her ass out of the kitchen and down the hallway, leaving Aurora staring at the space she'd been occupying.

"Well, let's go then," Kieron offered, smacking his girlfriend's firm ass playfully. She jumped at that, and smacked him on the arm with a serious look on her face, but when Kieron dipped his shoulder and threw her over it with one arm and shoved two fingers into her cunt while running off to the bathroom, she began laughing wildly.

When Kieron opened the door to the brightly tiled room the shower was already running and Giselle was sitting on the floor mat balancing her body with both feet pulled back behind her head, and her cunt gaping open. Kieron knew she liked to do some Yoga before she showered, and he loved watching her whenever he could. He placed Aura down on her feet softly, all the while watching her sister move her legs back, then lean back and lift herself into a bridge, legs still spread, and her pretty pink folds begging to be raped.

As Kieron watched and began undressing, Aura went over to the linen closet and got her shower cap, placing it on her head over her hair wrap. Giselle didn't have to wear a shower cap since her hair was pretty much natural and she had more Caucasian genes in her DNA it seemed.

Once Giselle was done with her erotic ritual, she stood up and entered the steaming shower, the water running over her body and making her look even sexier, if possible. She turned around then and beckoned to Aura and Kieron to join her in the five by five foot shower stall. Kieron let his girlfriend go first, and she immediately went to wrap Giselle in her long arms, holding her older sister close, and horny hands sliding up and down her flawless skin. When Kieron got in his dick was completely erect again, and he slid the shower door shut behind them, causing the stall to fill with steam.

Moving up behind his girlfriend, he wrapped his hands around her toned abdomen, while she had her palms cupping her sister's wonderful tits and her hairy cunt grinding into that caramel butt. Kieron pushed himself firmly against Aura's backside, and the water allowed his rigid prick to slide easily between her milk chocolate loaves. With his shaft buried between her perky ass cheeks, the young white man began grinding back and forth while suckling on his girlfriend long, brown neck, one of her favorite spots.

He could hear her moans begin pouring from her throat as she worked at Giselle's titties, and he felt her ass clenching at his cock, causing his slick dick to grind harder between those firm orbs. Eventually he pulled back, ready to have at it, and reached down to pry Aurora's cheeks apart. He held them with one large hand and fisted his shaft with the other in order to aim his fat, bulbous head at the dark, tightly sealed pucker that he just loved to penetrate. With the hot water already loosening them all up, and making their bodies slick, Kieron wasn't too worried about hurting his girlfriend with his next move. Anyway, they'd been having anal sex a lot more often since Aura had seen how much Giselle relished it, and she'd gotten much better at taking him.

He pushed forward slowly, but forcefully, weaseling his way into that dark little cavern smoothly. She gasped once as his spongy head popped into her anus, and then she just moaned and he slid half his length deep into her. At this point Giselle turned around and slunk down Aurora's body, kissing her way down that soft flesh until she was face to pussy with her sister's engorged and stubbled lips.

Kieron continue pushing in and pulling out of his long, sexy girlfriend slowly at first, his hands holding onto her hips firmly. When he began to pick up speed she was forced to lean forward over top of Giselle, planting her hands on the steamy shower wall for support. Meanwhile Giselle maneuvered her head between both of their legs as they fucked so that she could lash at her sister's yummy snatch with her well-trained tongue.

Finding her spot, her slimy appendage came darting out to flick and tickle at Aurora's pea-sized bud, attacking her fat little clit first before moving on to her sexy gash. She quickly twisted her tongue around the sensitive sex organ, drawing her lips around it momentarily and nipping at it, causing Aura's entire body to convulse, before releasing it and sliding her tongue down the entirety of her brown slit. The only problem with her positioning might have been Kieron's balls slapping into the side of her face with every thrust into her sister's ass; but honestly Giselle didn't mind.

She soon abandoned the clit and repositioned herself, turning so that her knees were between Kieron's legs and her neck was arched in order for her to plant her face against Aura's steaming cunt. Despite the water cascading down their bodies, Giselle could still distinctly taste her sister's familiar cunt. They'd fooled around a lot over the years, though things had increased quite a bit since introducing Kieron to the family. Robyn had always had a sweeter pussy than Aura did, but Aura's light bitter taste was memorable and it gave her cunt personality. Giselle was always happy to assault the pink muscle between her sister's legs; delighted to thrash her tongue as deeply as possible inside of that delicious hole.

"Fuck, fuck fuck... Fuck me! I'm cumming! Oh fuckin' shit!" Aurora began crying out in her sultry voice as Kieron continued to ram into her butthole with his thick fuck-stick.

"Mmm, yeah babe! I can feel your ass clenching around my fat white cock! Cum your brains out because I'm about to fill your black ass so much your burps will be salty." Kieron was groaning and grunting as he fucked Giselle's sister faster and harder, finally causing Giselle to scramble out of the way as her sister began convulsing and shuddering first, her cunt spraying the shower floor with her sweet nectar, and then moments later Kieorn tightened up and began spewing his thick, tasty load into that depths of Aura's bowels. Giselle just moaned as she watched and tried to dip back in to devour some of her sister's bitter cum or Kieron's salty spunk dribbling out of her asshole.

After a couple of minutes of being bound together by Kieron's sensitive, pulsating cock, still pumping slow, oozing globs of seed into his girlfriend's ass, they finally pulled apart with a lewd and juicy slurping sound rippling from Aurora's asshole. She immediately began to drool his cum from her gaping backdoor and Giselle was there to gobble the dirty mess up, latching her lips to her sister's dirty, stretched muscles and swirling her tongue around her rim.

"Oh... Fuck that was good," Aura moaned, still not moving, just letting the hot water flow over her backside.

"Tasted good too," Giselle added with a satisfied moan.

Kieron was rinsing his messy dick off, rubbing it slowly as it softened in his palm, "I think I'm about ready for a nap."

Aura shot up and looked at him sharply, startling Giselle who retreated from her gaping butt. "You can't take a nap now! Our parents will be here in like two hours and you have to be ready to meet them. Their approval means the world to us."

"Oh shit, that's right," Kieron groaned. He'd been looking forward to the meeting for a week, but now he was exhausted. "I'll have an energy drink or something," he said and then added, "Do they know about all of this? Like have you told them the exact situation or are we hiding that?"

"What do you think dummy? We can't tell them just yet anyway," Aurora snapped before turning off the water.

Kieron noticed that Giselle was strangely reserved now, but he shrugged it off as they all got dry and moved into the bed room to get ready after waking the still-sleeping Robyn.

***

After drying, dressing, and fixing their hair and make-up, all aside from Kieron, the group of them had retreated to the living room to await the arrival of the girls' parents. Kieron had to admit he was kind of nervous. He was afraid what their father might do to them if he somehow got wind of the fact that Kieron had been blowing his thick white load inside of all of his little girls' pussies. The lucky young man tried not to think about it.

From what he understood Mr. Wallace was a self-made millionaire, working his way up through the ranks of some multi-million dollar computer corporation, and now he was the CEO and President. Or something like that. Whatever the case may be, it was pretty damn intimidating. And from what Aurora had told him their father was a large man, even large than Kieron. The fact that they shared a Celtic ancestry may help things.

As for their mother, she was supposedly the Superintendent of the local school system, having been promoted from English teacher to principal and finally this prestigious position. Aurora had confirmed that she was a very nice woman and always very proper and accommodating, but the fact that he'd dropped out of college to seek education in a trade school probably should be avoided in conversation if at all possible.

They'd been waiting an extra hour, watching Underworld: Rise of the Lycans while lounging and cuddling together on the long couch. The movie wasn't exactly scary to Kieron, but the girls were pretty freaked out. Girls get that way, he'd noticed. When the buzzer sounded they all jumped about a foot off of the couch.

"I'll get it," Kieron offered as the girls cowered on one corner of the couch.

"No, no!" Aura exclaimed, realizing who it must be and jumping from the couch and sprinting to the door. She stopped to straighten her plaited skirt, but then realized that it was plaited and scoffed at herself, straightening her blue blouse instead. Taking a deep breath she opened the door slowly, peaking around its edge. Suddenly she squealed and Kieron heard another squeal.

Aura was swept into the room as her mother picked her up in a hug, and he saw her beautifully aged face for the first time. She had been, and still was, a very attractive woman, and her white teeth shone as she laughed and smiled, holding her middle-child tightly.

"Mommy!" The other two squealed and ran to join the embrace.

From the doorway a tall white man wearing a deep emerald suit that appeared to be incredibly expensive came forward. He had an important aura about him, and Kieron locked eyes courageously. Was it a trick of the lights or did Mr. Wallace just give him a nod?

Once the girls had finished grasping their mother they moved on to their father, hugging and kissing him soundly, having to get on their tip-toes just to do so. Kieron could tell that this was a very close family. he stood up when the reunion was dying down and approached.

"Mom, dad, this is Kieron, my boyfriend," Aurora said politely, grabbing his arm as he came forward and smiling proudly.

Kieron offered his hand to both of them, daintily shaking Mrs. Wallace's hand and changing his grip once clasping hands with Mr. Wallace to match his power-shake. "Nice to meet you both," he said in a level voice with a big smile on his face, dimples flashing charmingly. "I've heard all about you," he finished, making sure to hold eye contact with both of them.

"Hopefully not ALL about us," Mrs. Wallace said, giving dirty glances to each of her girls. "I hope these young ladies have been taking good care of you."

"Oh, they've been taking care of me fantastically," Kieron couldn't help but grin widely.

"I understand you're Irish," Mr. Wallace said calmly, his voice rumbling and a faint smile on his lips.

Kieron had seen that one coming, "Aye," he said in a charming Irish dialect, "my grandparents hail from Dublin, sir."

"Is that right," the large, intimidating man responded in a similar accent, his grin widening, just as Kieron had hoped. "That's where me parents resided before they came to these here lands with me as a wee babe."

"Maybe they knew my grandparents," Kieron offered, "I can ask them some day if they had any friends by the name of Wallace."

"I'd like to meet them some day," Mr. Wallace added, "If things work out between you and my daughter, that is."

Kieron smiled, "Of course."

Then Mrs. Wallace chimed in again, "So Kieron, tell us, what do you do?"

Kieron wanted to grimace, but he kept it inside, "I'm an electrician," he said confidently, "I'll become a master in the trade next year after my mentor retires. I make an honest living with my hands, and on my off time I try these hands at writing. I've started a few stories but none have really stuck yet."

Mrs. Wallace didn't look all that disappointed to hear that, she smiled sweetly at him, but he knew she'd prefer if her were training to be a doctor or lawyer of some sort. Mr. Wallace on the other hand was beaming.

"You picked a good one, Aura baby. A hard working Irishman. He reminds me of someone I know." He moved forward and gave Kieron a firm slap on the back, which he stood his ground for. "You've got my approval, son," he said, looking him straight in the eyes.

"Thank you sir," Kieron smiled back.

"Call me Andy, Kieron. You're making me feel old." He laughed a rumbling laugh, "These bones aren't brittle yet."

The rest of the evening went smoothly. They all sat down and talked while Aurora and Giselle began preparing dinner. Mr. and Mrs. Wallace learned quite a bit more about Kieron, and they grew to like him more and more. They laughed together at a comedian performing stand-up on Comedy Central, and just as he was finishing up dinner was ready so they all moved into the dining room to eat a lovely meal.

Dinner went flawlessly, and they were all stuffed by the end with some food left on the table. "Wow, that was an amazing meal girls," Andrew said to his daughters, patting his bulging belly. "You're going to fatten your old man up like this," he laughed.

"It was very good," Cicily agreed, folding her napkin and pushing her chair back. Andrew did the same, standing from his seat as the women did the same. Kieron remembered his manners and stood as well, but once the girls were all up, he and Mr. Wallace sat back down. "I'll help you girls with the dishes," Mrs. Wallace said and began gathering the plates in her sturdy, chocolate arms.

The sisters all began to gather plates and glasses as well and then they all moved to the kitchen to begin washing the dishes. Kieron was left with Andrew to talk, and they managed to make small talk about their favorite sport, which happened to be baseball for both of them, without things being very awkward at all. Kieron was decidedly happy with how the evening was turning out.

After about fifteen minutes of small talk Kieron apologized and excused himself to go to the bathroom. His bladder and bowels were dangerously full from not having used the bathroom since the morning and that huge meal. He hurried down the hall and dropped his drawers before he'd gotten all of the way into the bathroom. In his hurry he'd left the door halfway open, and thought nothing of it because he'd grown used to using the bathroom with the door open with just the girls around. They didn't mind it, and Giselle even thought it was a huge turn on.

Just as he sat down he released two huge plopping turds, and a hot stream of piss against the cool porcelain. His piss lasted for a bout a minute, it was a good, hardy piss and left his cock feeling relieved. He let out a deep sigh and then reached for the toilet paper. While Kieron was wiping he didn't notice someone move past the doorway and into the room at the end of the hall.

As he finished wiping and shook his dick gingerly to get the remains of his urine into the bowl he looked up at the doorway which seemed to have darkened. Standing there was Mrs. Wallace, her eyes glued to his lap. His heart jumped and he immediately attempted to cover himself up.

"No use trying to cover that monster up," Cicily smiled, her white teeth shining. "You're nearly as big as my husband, and half his age," She almost whispered, moving into the bathroom with her daughter's boyfriend and leaving the door open. Kieron was amazed that she could judge how big he was just by looking at his flaccid cock, even though it was growing rapidly.




Sistas



"Oh yeah Kieron! Eat that bitch's pussy!" Giselle was grunting as she apparently watched the strong white young man attack her younger sister's loins. "Oh, fuck Rob, that little tongue of yours is like fuckin' magic baby!" Robyn just moaned in pleasure as she continued her munching.

Kieron was shoving his tongue into his girlfriend's twat now, forcing it as far as it could go and wiggling it around. When he felt her muscles tense he knew she was close, so he grasped her hips firmly and pulled her into him, his nose crushed against her clit and his chin buried inside of her slick hole as he tongue-fucked her relentlessly.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" Aurora groaned just before her cunt exploded with pleasure, covering Kieron's face in her sweet nectar. It was a quick, strong orgasm, and she settled down quickly, slumping into the couch as if she were spent.

Knowing that she needed a few minutes, Kieron removed his glazed face from between her thighs and gave her a sloppy kiss before unbuttoning his shirt, unbuckling his pants, and untying his shoes. He was naked within moments.

He left his girlfriend there then, and turned toward the groaning and grunting Giselle, who looked like she could go for hours. He smiled at her, his fat cock pointing straight at her face, but instead of assaulting her, he got down on hands and knees and snuck up behind Robyn. Grasping her thong roughly he yanked it down her hips and thighs, rabidly hungry for the treasure he sought. That teasing little asshole.

The minute he'd seen it peaking at him he knew he had to have it. Grasping her bubbly cheeks in both hands, Kieron pulled them apart firmly and ducked his face down to take one long lick up the crack of her cunt, tasting the youngest sister and relishing her sweet, sugary cunt. His lick didn't stop as it reached her taint, instead he slurped further and up to the top of her crack, pausing to make sure he got a good taste of that stained rosebud. It was wonderful, bitter, but delicious all the same. He slurped again, but this time the slurp was more focused, just passing over that tight pucker, over and over.

Robyn was writhing under the attention, her cunt was drooling, and her pleasuring of Giselle had become frantic, mixed with even more moans. Her plump ass wiggled back and forth, but Kieron held on tight. He stopped his licking after a while, and began pushing. It was a firm defense at first, he just shoved his tongue hard against the defiant pucker. But soon her defenses crumbled and the wrinkled walls began to give way.

"You like how Aura's boyfriend eats that asshole my filthy little sister?" Giselle taunted, pulling at her perfect tits fiercely.

Kieron could feel her hole loosen as Giselle spoke, and he felt Robyn nod her entire body in response. His tongue then broke through, wriggling its way into that dank hole and slathering the walls with his spits. He waved it around inside, pushing it in deeper, his mouth open and lips planted to the inside of her ass crack. Half of his tongue was shoved in her tight hole now, and her ass muscles began pulsating as her cunt tensed itself.

"Fuck, Rob, I'm about to cum!" Giselle purred in her rich voice, her hips rocking back and forth as she held Robyn's face firmly against her cunt.

Just a moment later Robyn's asshole began clenching ferociously as she too came, screaming her pleasure into her oldest sister's fat cunt lips, as Giselle screamed out her own erotic ecstasy. They both came much longer than Aurora had, and Kieron sat there wiggling his tongue within Robdyn's butt for about a miute before she released him.

As soon as he stood Giselle growled, "Come over here and kiss me with that filthy tongue you've had lodged in my sister's asshole. I want to taste that sexy slut's butt."

Kieron didn't dare disagree, so he moved around Robyn and leaned down to Giselle. She quickly grasped his face and forced her tongue into his mouth, twisting it around his own and licking at his tongue as if she was trying to clean it. After over a minute she released him with a satisfied sigh.

With a broad smile on his face, Kieron looked over to his girlfriend, who was naked now and playing with herself fiercely. His smiled widened. "Well, I still need to unload this bad boy," Kieron reminded everyone as he patted his fat, throbbing cock, which bobbed under its own weight.

"I want it," Giselle groaned, "I want it in my ass. Is that okay Aura?"

Suddenly Aurora had become very submissive, "Of course, Giselle," she smiled sexily.

Then Robyn piped up, "I have an idea: Aura, you lay down with your butt angled against the couch... I'll lay on the couch to have more fun with your boyfriend's wonderful tongue... Giselle you get on your knees over Aura okay? That way you can bury your face in her tight little cunt. And then Kieron can lay over you with his cock in your ass while Aura eats your cunt and he eats me. Does that work?"

Kieron had to wrap his mind around that convoluted position, but finally he agreed, "I think it will."

"Only one way to find out," Giselle and Aura said at the same time.

Quickly Aurora slid down onto the floor and positioned herself, then Robyn positioned herself on the couch between Aura's legs with her own legs pulled back and her ass hanging off slightly. Giselle mounted Aurora and stuck her ass in the air, taking a few licks of Robyn's pussy before burying herself into Aurora's. Finally Kieron positioned himself above Giselle, his cock pulsing.

First he slid it quickly and without warning into that slick, silk pink pussy that had been teasing him all night and pounded it sharply about five times. This gathered a few gasps from Giselle already, his thickness stretching her cunt a bit. Once his cock was nice and lubricated, he pulled it out and smacked its weight down on her asshole a few times. She quivered under each slap.

Kieron couldn't believe how lucky he could be. Surrounded by gorgeous black women, six young, delicious tits, three fat, bubbly ass, three horny, hungry pink pussies, and three tight, brown assholes to be plugged. And staring up at him, winking with every breath, was one of the prettiest puckers he'd ever seen. He must have died and gone to heaven.

Slowly he pushed his huge head against that tiny brown hole in the middle of a field of sweaty caramel skin. As he pushed, the eager Giselle pushed her bowels and the hole opened for him, slipping his bulbous head in immediately. Her body quaked and Kieron was pretty sure she came, as she cried out in vast pleasure and her ass clenched strongly, choking his head.

He paused for a moment to let her regain her composure, but she interrupted his consideration, "Fuck my ass with that big white cock baby! Fuck this black asshole! Fuck me!" He didn't need to be told twice. Without a second's hesitation he began sinking his meat slowly into that incredibly tight pucker. He watched intently as the wrinkled ring began devouring inch after inch of his red meat. Before he knew it all nine inches were lodged in Giselle's bowels and she hadn't said a word of protest. It had taken about twenty minutes to get any sort of anal sex out of Aurora. 

As he hilted himself inside of this gorgeous caramel goddess he groaned heavily. "Fuck!"

"Yeah! You got all of that white meat inside that little asshole baby? Fuck me! Shit... I feel so full! You're a lucky bitch Aura!" Giselle laughed briefly and then attacked Aura's cunt hungrily.

When Kieron began pumping in and out of her her muffled moans filled the room. And once he'd gotten his pace down, pulling about three inches out and then plowing back in, he leaned forward in between Robyn's thighs, and took a heavenly whiff of her sweet cunt.

He began by teasing it with a few jabs, but when she began to grunt and wiggle her pussy into his face he attacked with more ferocity, spearing her light pink hole with his tongue while his hips pumped in and out of the moaning, squirming Giselle. It didn't take Robyn's sing-song moans long to be added to the conjoined moaning of Aurora and Giselle, and soon Kieron's mouth was stuffed in between her smooth labia, and his tongue was darting in and out of the youngest cunt rapidly.

Only about four minutes of this pretzel-like foursome had passed before Kieron knew he couldn't take that intensely tight hole anymore. His balls had begun aching and the tip of his cock tickled as he fucked her faster and faster. "I gon' c'm," he mumbled into Robyn's depths, and she clenched her cunt around his tongue in response.

Apparently Giselle had understood him, or she just felt his approach, but she separated herself from Aura's cunt and screamed, "Fill me with that hot white shit baby! Fill that ass with yo' shit!" 

Kieron groaned at her command and bit down on Robyn's swollen clit, which began to tense and twitch as she too began to cum. Hilting himself in that fat, caramel ass his balls began to clench and spasm and soon the tip of his white cock was erupting into Giselle's black bowels. He could feel at least eight hot ropes of his spunk shoot deep into her depths and her ass began clenching and convulsing around his spraying meat as she too came, her hot twat exploding all over her sister's face below her. Kieron imagined that at this point his girlfriend was exploding all over her sister as well because she was screaming wildly, just as the other girls were.

He continued thrusting and pumping into that tight fit as his hose slowed its eruption after nearly a minutes time. Slowly he began to slight out of her, feeling the tightness of that tunnel more now that it was squeezing his softening cock. With a sloppy plopping noise he slid out of her leaking ass fully. White jizz dribbled out behind him due to the sheer volume of his explosion.

Weakly, he toppled backward onto the coffee table and sat there for a moment, recovering his senses and feeling light headed as the girls all rearranged themselves, helping each other off of the floor and snuggling into the couch together, all naked, all tired, and completely black and gorgeous.

Tired himself, Kieron said, "Any room for me?" Immediately Aurora and Giselle separated and he plopped down in between them. They then cuddled upon him closely, snuggling against his strong chest. "So do you girls do this to every boyfriend you find?"

"Just you, you lucky bastard," Giselle laughed.

"I am one lucky bastard," he smiled, kissing Aurora on the forehead.

One by one they began to drift off, until just Aurora and Kieron were awake. Softly he whispered, "Please introduce me to your mom and dad... So I can thank them about eight hundred times."

She laughed and then replied, "I definitely will baby," and then she drifted off and he followed her soon after, very content with how this meet and greet had gone.



Sister



Two years ago when I moved back into my parents house after college it all started. When I had left home at 18 to go off to school to study engineering I never figured I end up moving back in but, when the job market for engineers dried up I had to take a low paying job and move back in with mom and dad. They were happy enough to have me around again but my baby sister was another story. 

When I left for college she was just a little brat of 14 but, by the time I moved back in she had blossomed into quite a spectacular looking young girl. She had just turned 18 and she looked amazing, just as good as the girls I had gone to college with. The months since I had been back had been hell. She took it upon herself to flaunt her new body in front of me whenever she got the chance, knowing full well the effect she had on me. I think the bitch was a real tease with the guys in her high school as well. She went out with a lot of other guys but from what I saw that summer she never put out. 

Many was the time that a guy dropped her off at the house and she came right in. I doubt she ever even gave any of them a hand-job. She was just so fuckin stuck up that I wanted to just tell her off, but needless to say I couldn't do that in my parents house. She was going to go to college in the fall and my lucky day had come as well because I had gotten a job offer in St. Louis and was going to move there in the fall as well. I probably would have just left her alone if she hadn't of pulled a really bitchy stunt on the fourth of July weekend.

She and some of her girlfriends had been sunbathing in the back yard and when I came out to mow the grass before going to a buddy's house for a party she looked at me and turned onto her stomach and undid her top. She had really large breasts and seeing them squishing out from under her on both of her sides really had an effect on me and I KNOW she knew what she was doing. That bitch was going to have to pay before she went off to college I just had to figure out how.

The weekend before she left for school I finally decided how I was going to pay her back for her torture. Mom and dad were at work until five in the afternoon and she was busy packing up her stuff to leave for the dorms. She looked so innocent stuffing all of her teddy bears into a box, one never would have known how much of a bitchy tease she was from that scene. However, I didn't let that stop me. She had made me horny all summer and now she was going to pay.

I walked into her room. "Hey there Courtney, do you need any help?" 

"Why do you care?" she answered "Are you really that eager to see me go?" 

"Come on Courtney, we're brother and sister and I just want to help you in your big move. Now, let me give you some advice about college. First, you are going to have study really hard if you want to stay above water. Second, you are going to have to learn to organize because mom and dad won't be there to do it for you. And third, you aren't going to be able to tease the college guys with your body the way you've been teasing the high school boys and me all summer." 

She got really angry at that one. "What the fuck are you talking about? I don't tease anyone!" "Yes little sister you do, and you know that you do, and that is the real lesson that I am going to teach you today. I'm going to show you what happens to girls that tease in college."

She was getting really mad and she began to swing her right hand to slap me but I was ready for it and grabbed her hand in the air. "THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS TO GIRLS WHO TEASE IN COLLEGE!" With that I wrapped her arm around her back and pulled it up toward her neck. She really began to struggle and I dropped my weight on top of her and we fell to the ground. She was on her belly with me on top of her and kicking and squirming for all that she was worth. 

"Now take your medicine bitch." I said and with that I slapped her ass hard. She screamed and began to cry a little but that only made me want her more. Up until this point I had only been angry but with her ass wiggling underneath my crotch I began to get really horny. I had intended to just punish her, but I began to realize that I would really enjoy this.

She was wearing nothing but a flimsy t-shirt and jogging shorts, like I said she had been packing. I bit onto the back of the neck of her shirt and jerked my head back to rip it off of her. "Stop it. Stop it you bastard." she screamed. "Fuck you sis, this is what you've been asking for all summer and I'm going to fuck you good." Her shirt had come entirely off so I shifted my attention to her jogging pants. I yanked them down to her ankles to reveal her soft cotton panties covered with little bunny rabbits. "Aren't those just the cutest little things. You'd never know from seeing them that they were hiding a dirty little tease's pussy." I yanked her panties up giving her a painful weggie in both her butt and her pussy. 

After holding it there for a moment I jerked the panties down around her ankles as well. I really wanted to get a good look at her tits so I flipped her over onto her back and they popped up in front of me. What amazing tits! They were large firm and had the hardest little nipples I had ever seen and amazingly she had areolas that cover almost her entire breast. "The college guys are really gonna love these Courtney. I hope you let them get a taste of them." I sucked on each one gently at first but when she began to struggle again I bit down hard on her left breast. At that she winced and began to cry a little. I had a raging hard-on at this point and decided to do something about it. 

"Ok sis, I hope you've enjoyed your virginity because It's mine now." I grabbed her tits firmly and repositioned my self above her and prepared to drive myself into her and rip her hymen to shreds. I plunged my dick into her expecting her to scream but to my amazement I slid right in up to my pubic hair. "Holy shit Courtney, you're wet as hell and I didn't feel no hymen. You've done this before bitch haven't you. Havn't you, you've been fucked before." "Yes" she screamed "I've done it before." "Well then sis, then I guess you should just enjoy yourself." "fuck you!" she shouted.

I pumped my dick in and out of her pussy slowly at first but with growing speed and violence. After about ten minutes of this I began to feel a relaxing of her will. I think she actually had an orgasm. I kept fucking her for another ten minutes but then it occurred to me that if she was enjoying this then I really wasn't teaching her much of a lesson. Well, I figured I'd just have to make it more unpleasent. I stopped suddenly and jerked my cock out of her dripping pussy. I wrapped my arms around her midsection and flipped her onto her stomach. 

"And now its time for my desert" I said. And I rammed my cock up her ass. Again she screamed and that really did the trick for me. I was hurting her and that took me over the edge. I felt my own orgasm begin to build in my balls and stomach and it only took about thirty seconds of raping her ass to get me ready to cum. I needed to cum so badly, but how could I make it terrible for her. I got an idea and with my ejaculation eminent I put my final plan into action. I jumped off of her jerking my cock from her anus in the same move. I dropped on top of her with my knees on her shoulders and my cock straddling her face. She looked up at me in utter fear as I masturbated myself furiously. 

"Here it comes bitch. Enjoy your lesson. You've earned it." With that I began to cum and I purposely aimed for her eyes. My first spurt was so violent that I actually heard it splash onto her right eyelid. I spurted and spurted glob after glob of cum onto her face covering her eyes, nose, forehead and lips. I moaned aloud and nearly collapsed from my orgasm. "Wow. That was really great. Now, for the last part of your lesson." I wiped up a big glob of my cum with my finger and shoved it into her mouth. "It's not over until you swallow all of the cum on your face."

I held her mouth and nose shut until I saw her swallow. And I then scraped the rest of the cum off of her face and fed it too her. When she finished off the last drops I climbed off of her and walked toward her door. Turning around I said, "Well sis, I hope you learned something. Have fun at college."



Sister



This happened to me 4 years ago with a girl I had been dating and her younger sister. I was 23 at the time and so was my girlfriend Samantha. Her younger sister Jess was home for the summer from college and what started out as the same type of weekend we'd all shared in the past turned into one of the coolest nights of my life to that point. I guess I should explain what led up to that night first.

Sam was a tall, beautiful girl and we'd met sophomore year in college and had been dating for over three years. It was serious but at that time neither of us was even remotely thinking of marriage. As I said, Sam was tall (5'8", 120lbs) with a nice 34B chest and a great ass to go along with her long dark brown hair and pretty brown eyes. She turned heads and I always felt lucky that she was my girl.

Jess was her younger sister (21 then) and went to college out of state. I liked Jess a lot because she was a real party girl who knew how to have fun. Sam wasn't uptight but compared to her younger sister she was very responsible because when their parents died she was only 15 and helped her grandmother raise Jess and their younger brother. Besides being fun and funny I had a burning desire to see Jess' breasts, they were awesome. She was 5'5" and very athletic. She worked out at the gym so she had a very tight body. To me just made those tits look more awesome. Of course Sam knew nothing of my desires for her little sister. I jerked off more then a few times wondering what she looked like naked. I was also guilty of peeking thru her hamper when she was home from school to see her panties and to read the tag on her lacey bras. Hell, I was 23 and horny.

I guess I should tell you what I look like to. I'm 6'2" and at he time weighed about 180. I have black hair, a goatee and was in excellent shape from playing various sports year round. I'm also blessed with an 8" cock. It's not a super cock by any means but rather it's built like me, long and lean. Girls made a big deal of it when I was in high school and had just started having sex, but I had only been with Sam during college so I missed that reaction when girls first saw it. I liked being above average and playing two sports in college and sharing showers I knew I was above average (but definitely not the biggest fish in the sea).

So, now you have a picture of the three of us. This particular night had followed a day at the beach with Sam and Jess. It was July and it was hot and Sam had talked to Jess the night before and was worried because Jess had broken up with her boyfriend in April and was still down in the dumps over it. We were going to a small, private beach that we went to frequently because it was never too crowded and she suggested we pick Jess up and take her with us. I had never been to the beach with Jess and figured maybe I would get to see her in a bikini so I was all for it.

It took about 15 minutes after we got there for me to start having to fight off an erection. Sam always wore a sexy bikini so I knew what to expect when she took off her shorts and t-shirt. I was delighted though when Jess stripped down to a purple thong and an equally small top. She looked so amazing that within minutes I wanted to run off somewhere and beat my meat like it owed me money. When she adjusted the strip in front of her thong and cursed because she said she did a shitty job shaving, I saw what she meant. A few stray pubic hairs were visible. With no shame she tucked them in right in front of Sam and I. 

My aroused state worsened when she started to talk about sex. Now this part wasn't uncommon. We often joked (the three of us) about sexual things. One night in a bar when Sam and I had just started dating Jess blurted out; "Sam says she really know how to use your tongue" and her sister nearly fainted from embarrassment and while I was embarrassed, I also felt a rush of pride as the group we were with responded to her statement. I remember being surprised that Sam had discussed intimate details about our relationship with her sister. 

So the three of us were lying on our towels. I was trying not to stare at Jess' perfect ass. It was rounded but so tight it looked like you could bounce a quarter off it. She was asking me (for the male perspective, I guess) why guys wanted girls to shave their muffs (her word for it) and that if they wanted that so bad they should go ahead and shave their hairy nuts. I looked at Sam and we both laughed despite trying to fight it because I shaved not only my balls but also nearly all my pubic hair. I had gone out with a girl just before Sam and I started dating that shaved completely and talked me into trying it. I loved it and have kept myself smooth ever since. Jess wanted to know what we were laughing about and asked her sister if she shaved? Sam just nodded "no". Then she looked at me and raised her eyebrows and we all laughed together. Sam for the record has a full bush that she keeps trimmed but doesn't shave (only her bikini line). 

The conversation stayed on that track for the next 45 minutes. Jess was talking about how lame the guys were at college and she was saying maybe next semester she'd join in on all the girl/girl experimentation that was going on. I had to lie on my stomach at this point because my cock was so hard. It was throbbing and I'm serious when I say I was tempted to go and find somewhere to jerk off to relieve the pressure. Thankfully it was quiet for a while as the three of us just enjoyed the sun. 

When we drove Jess home their grandmother insisted Sam and I stay for dinner. That was fine with me because it was nearly 100 degrees out and my basement apartment had no air conditioning and Sam lived with two other girls and I hated spending the night there. So a few more hours in the cool apartment was a good idea. Besides, a home cooked meal was so rare these days. 

We went and rented a movie and I brought back a couple of six packs and when grandma went to bed at 9 o'clock we all crashed on the living room couch and opened up the beers and put the movie in. We laughed and drank the beers and by the time the movie ended we were all a little buzzed. Sam got buzzed on two beers but Jess could hold her liquor a little better, as could I but we were all feeling it. I said it was time to get going but Sam said she would rather I didn't drive and asked Jess if we could stay. Jess was all for it and we went upstairs and got ready for bed. 

The apartment they lived in was a duplex with two bedrooms and several times in the past Sam and I had spent the night. Jess had a king size bed and the three of us easily fit on it. We had a routine. The bed was pressed against the wall and I would sleep closest to the wall with Sam in the middle and Jess on the other end. Sam joked that I always got a hard-on in the middle of the night and she didn't want me to accidentally gorge her sister with it. 

I wore my shorts to bed and the t-shirt I had been wearing since I showered that afternoon. Sam stayed in the bedroom with me and just borrowed a nightshirt and wore that on top of her panties. Jess went to the bathroom and came back in wearing a long nightshirt that went past her knees. It was pulled tight across her chest and I could see that she was also wearing a sports bra under it. I couldn't tell if she wore shorts above her panties or just panties or maybe nothing (I was fantasizing again) under that shirt.

We had the air condition cranked on hi and we were all under the blanket and Jess put the television on. Sam was sleeping within minutes, which disappointed me because I was spooning behind her with my hard cock pressed against her ass and she just wasn't interested. Jess and I stayed awake and watched something on cable, one of those soft-core movies and we both giggles quietly, careful not to wake Sam. 

I'm not sure when I fell asleep but when I woke up it was 1 AM and I had to piss. I carefully climbed from my place against the wall over the two sleeping sisters and went to the john. I still had half a hard-on and I was tempted to jerk off before I went back to bed but I could hear stirring in the hallway so I flushed and left my frustrated cock as is. I went back into bed and Jess was sitting up on the edge. "Feel better?" she whispered and I nodded yes and she stood and walked out of the bedroom. I heard the bathroom door close. Sam, in my absence had rolled over and was now facing the wall. I tapped her to move over but she wouldn't budge so I lay in what was now the middle of the bed. I faced Sam's back just to be safe.

When Jess came back in I watched her and of course my eyes went to her chest. I could've sworn she had taken off her bra because for the first time I could see the outline of her obviously hard nipples. I was looking over my shoulder and as she crawled under the covers she told me to turn my nosey face back to the wall. She was joking but I knew she had busted me checking out her tits. "Don't roll over and poke your pecker into me while your sleeping. I'm not Sam, remember?" she again laughed at her own wit and I did too albeit a bit nervously.

I couldn't get to sleep. I was just so damn horny and my cock was pounding in my shorts and underwear and I was aching to give it some room. I decided to try and take my mind off my erection. I rolled over and took the remote from on top of the covers and switched the muted television to a replay of the days Yankees game. Jess was lying on her back and breathing deeply so I assumed she had fallen asleep. She had the covers pulled to her neck so she was completely covered. I lay with my head on my left hand and watched TV for a little while until I was finally feeling myself fall back to sleep. 

I can't give you a time the next event occurred because besides opening my eyes in initial shock and seeing that the ball game was over, I was frozen. Jess had her sweet ass pressed up against my cock and as soon as I realized that I started to get hard. I was scared shitless and tried to stay perfectly still. Then I felt Jess pushing her ass back against my cock very gently, than she wiggled it slightly. I looked behind me to make sure Sam was still asleep and she was a foot or so away and still facing the wall. This little grinding continued in silence for a few more minutes. At that point I was still thinking clearly enough to know this was very wrong. A part of me hoped Jess was just dreaming and it would stop soon. Her eyes were closed. 

Finally it did stop. Then I felt a hand take my hand. Jess pulled my right arm over her body and rested it right on her breast. I didn't move it at first but my resolve weakened and I gave it a squeeze. I had never touched a tit that big and I felt how hard the nipple was under my palm. Then her ass started to move again and her hand disappeared under the covers. She rose up slightly and I could feel her pulling her shirt up. She pulled it just above her waist and I took the opportunity to slip my hand under it and have a feel of her naked tit flesh. She shuddered quietly as my hand wrapped around her tit and I started playing with her nipple. I wasn't sure but I thought she was naked underneath. Her ass was still pressed against my clothing covered cock. For the next few minutes, that's how it went with the exception that she had slipped her hand between her legs and was obviously rubbing herself. "Take it out," she said in a breathy whisper but I wasn't sure I was hearing her right. The Whole situation was so surreal. I didn't respond right away. She looked over her shoulder at me; "Take out your fucking cock:" and her words jolted me to reach down and pull my hard cock out of the leg of my shorts. I nearly came when I felt her hand touch my cock. 

She adjusted her position so that my cock was between her legs and her pubic hairs tickled me. Then I felt her wetness. Her pussy was absolutely soaked. Sam's pussy got wet but usually after some tongue work and 20 minutes of hard fucking. Jess was wetter then I ever remembered her sister getting. 

Jess used her hand to keep my cock pressed against her. It seemed to slide between her swollen lips and over her clit and I could feel my entire shaft getting wet. I was playing with her tits a little more aggressively now and she seemed to really like when I pinched her fat nipples. We were trying to move without moving. By that I mean we were doing what we were doing knowing Sam was on the same bed with us and we had to be so careful. I wondered if the thought of how wrong this one was crossing Jess' mind, as it was mine. Then she buried her face in the pillow and she was cumming. I actually felt her getting wetter as she rubbed her clit frantically and came for a good minute or so. I was shocked that she came that way but more then that, I was ready to burst my balls.

She reached down and her hand was touching my cock and her wetness. She brought her hand to my face and she held it under my nose. I inhaled her sweet pussy before I put her fingers in my mouth and tasted her. She tasted so amazing. She did it again only this time she licked her shiny fingers clean. She did it again for me this time.

Without a word she raised one leg slightly and held my cock before guiding the head between her lips. This time though I slipped inside of her. Again, it took every ounce of strength not to blow my load right then. Sam couldn't take birth control pills so we always used condoms. It had been years since my cock was in a pussy bareback. But the thought of getting Jess pregnant was the furthest thing from my mind. All I could think about was how her pussy felt like satin. She was so wet and she was really tight. The head and maybe another inch or two slid in before I met resistance. It wasn't her cherry it was just that she was that tight. I had her pulled so tight to me now that I was able to lean in over her shoulder and when she turned her head we kissed. Our tongues were desperately seeking the others. "Go slow. I've never had anything that big in me" she whispered between kisses and that almost made me cum again.

Eventually I was able to slide my entire 8" into her and she lowered her leg again so we were spooning like before only this time my cock was in her velvety cunt. I forgot where I was for a minute (actually, I forgot who was asleep beside me) and started to pump my cock into her faster. She put her hand on my hip and signaled me to slow down. I did. I needed to cum but I also didn't want to be a minute- man so I was glad to slow the pace to a crawl. Besides, her pussy felt so good without even moving. So almost perfect, right?

Thankfully we heard her grandmother a few seconds before the bedroom door opened. We froze, lying there completely motionless. Thru half closed eyes I could see their grandmother in the doorway looking into the room. There was no way she could have heard us and Sam didn't. She seemed to evaluate the situation and looked perplexed at me spooning with Jess and not Sam. Then she slowly made her way across the room to the air conditioner and lowered it. That's when Jess decided to be bold and started squeezing my cock with her pussy muscles. I have never felt anything like that. I mean, I've had my cock squeezed by a pussy but Jess' muscles were so strong it was as if she were milking my cock. So with Sam a foot behind me and Grandma walking back towards the TV she was milking my cock. Grandma shut the TV and left, closing the door behind her. I heard a quiet giggle from Jess and then felt her hand at our joined crotches. She fingered her clit and gently played with my balls and I moved my hips ever so slightly causing my cock to slide in and out of her gripping cunt. That's about the time I lost it. I broke off our kiss to tell her I was going to cum and she whispered I could cum inside her. 

My cock exploded with a force I never even imagined. I could feel it, rope after rope of my thick cum shooting deep in Jess' pussy. Jess must have felt it too because she exploded with her second orgasm. Her contracting cunt muscles made me feel like she was going to rip my cock off inside of her. When it finally stopped I felt like my heart would burst from my chest. Now we lay there motionless, my cock still inside her and our juices dripping out around it. I knew we had to be making a mess. Finally I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling and weighed what had just happened.

Sam rolled over onto her back and that nearly gave me a heart attack until I was sure she was still in a deep sleep. Jess was on her other side now and facing me. My eyes had adjusted to the total darkness enough for me to see that she was smiling. I had to smile too. I tried to fall asleep because I was so totally drained but before long I felt Jess' hand on my chest. She slowly ran her fingers down my belly to my crotch. My cock had softened but it was still hanging out of the leg of my shorts as well as my balls. She nuzzled closer to me so that her lips were touching my ears. "He feels so soft and smooth," then I felt her tongue touch my earlobe. "And so sticky. I bet he tastes like candy" I suppressed a giggle at her little joke but then she told me to keep an eye on Sam and make sure she stayed asleep. I looked at my girlfriend sleeping beside me, a peaceful look on her face. I felt so guilty at that moment. 

Guilt faded and fear rushed into me as Jess slipped under the covers. I felt her breath on my cock and despite the fear I was feeling I could also feel my cock stirring again. Then I felt her tongue licking around the head. For a long time that's all Jess did. She licked my cock and balls like she was licking an ice cream cone. Whatever, the result was another throbbing erection. 

I wanted nothing more then to close my eyes and enjoy the new mouth on my cock but I couldn't turn away from Sam's sleeping face. I have to say, Jess had the most amazing pussy I have ever felt but it was obvious she hadn't sucked a lot of cocks. Sam gave amazing head, the best blow- jobs I ever got. Jess by no means was terrible (if there's such a thing as a terrible blow- job) but she lacked the technique of her older sister. Still, it felt pretty fucking fantastic.

I tried to pull her away when I felt myself ready to cum. Sam didn't like to swallow. She said she hated the taste. Jess didn't go away though. She put her mouth over just the head and sucked on it while she gently stroked the shaft and I exploded. It was not the same load that I had just shot in her pussy, but it was definitely a big one. She kept at it, milking my cum only this time with her mouth and hand until I was totally empty. 

She slid out from under the covers and we kissed. I had never really tasted my own cum before but as she opened her mouth I tasted not only my own cum but her own sweet taste. We kissed like that and I must admit I was devouring her mouth. I liked it. 

So we didn't get caught… that night. It wasn't until after Jess returned to college that fall. We e-mailed each other and although we both admitted the sex was out of control, we were both feeling some guilt. She would also complain that I spoiled her because she had fucked this guy and he had a "little cock" and couldn't get her off. I had to admit that sex with Sam seemed lacking as well after that night. I would often imagine it was Jess sucking my cock while Sam gave me head. I would cum so fast that way.

I didn't see Jess again until the Thanksgiving holidays. Sam and I were supposed to pick her up at the airport but Sam called last minute and said she was going to be running late and couldn't get out. She asked me if I minded getting Jess myself. What could I tell her? No, I can't because I'm afraid I may fuck your little sister again? So I went.

As soon as we saw each other we were on fire. I didn't take her straight to grandma's. Instead we detoured to my tiny apartment and she begged me to eat her pussy. She was dripping wet and I ate her to two orgasms before I flipped her onto her hands and knees and buried my face in her crotch. I ate her little puckered asshole and fingered her dripping cunt until she came again. Then I slammed my cock into her from behind. I was fucking her hard and fast and she was moaning so loud I was sure my landlord upstairs could hear. That's when we got caught. Sam had a key to my apartment. She was on her way to her grandmother's when grandma called to say we weren't home yet. She stopped by my apartment. She literally caught me with my cock in her sister.




Sister



Sam never spoke to me again except to tell me to drop dead and burn in hell and things of that nature. I spoke to Jess several times but she just wanted to make up with her sister and she stressed that she screwed up and wanted to make things right with Sam. So I was left with no one. Sam no longer spoke to Jess either.

But the story has a happy ending. Samantha and Jess made up eventually and are very close again. Jess graduated and took a job in Los Angeles. Sam got married about four months ago and from what I've heard she very happy and survived her relationship with me. I am doing all right too. I'm living with a 31 year-old bisexual knock out who borders on nymphomania. I'm the only cock she wants in her life but I get to occasionally enjoy some of her female lovers with her. Although sometimes I just get to watch. 



Sister, a Friend, a Lover, and Wife



This is an Earth Day contest story. Please vote.

For the sake of health insurance, brother marries his sexy sister, after she loses her memory in a fall. 

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I love my big sister, Susan, I really do, but not in the way that a brother should love his sister. When I think back, as far as I can remember, just as I've always been in love with my sister, I've always peeped on her dressing and undressing. With her being three years older than me, a lifetime, when a young adult, I was afraid to let my true feelings be known for fear that my Mom would take me to a shrink to have my head examined and maybe she should have back then. My sexual attraction to my sister started during the time that I was peeping on my mother and, instead of subsiding, as I developed from a young adult to a man, my physical attraction to my sister has matured and grown into the real love that a man feels for a woman, when he falls in love and wants to marry.

"Only, I can't marry my sister, can I?"

My incestuous attraction to my mother, Molly, wasn't nearly as strong as my twisted feelings of love that I have for my sister, Susan, but, after reflecting back on watching my mother undressing, if only for comparison sake, seeing my mother naked was exciting, too. Yet, whenever given a choice, more than incest but love, if they were both in their rooms changing in their bathing suits, I'd rather watch my sister strip naked than watch my mother. Even though I knew it was wrong to invade their privacy, I felt as if I were a big game hunter hiding in a clothes closet, instead of in a blind to bag his prey. Waiting for them to enter their room and for the exact moment when they'd stripped off their clothes, while already in place, was always so exciting.

"Oh, my God! My Mom is removing her dress and is standing there in her bra and panty."

Strangely enough, though, as if my Mom knew I was hiding in her closet watching her undress, perhaps her way of enabling me, she'd always turn around to face me, whenever she reached around behind her back to unhook her bra. Standing so silently still, I'd hold my breath waiting for her to remove her...

"Good God, she just removed her bra. Nearly close enough that I could reach out and touch them, my Mom's breasts, her areolas, and her nipples are right there before my horny eyes."

I'd stare at my mother's tits, while touching myself through my pajama bottoms. Then, when she removed her panties and showed me her big, blonde bush, is when I removed my cock from my underwear and masturbated in a handful of tissue. She stood in front of her mirror naked, while brushing her blonde hair, and through her louvered closet door, I had a clear view of the front and the back of her with the aid of her mirrored reflection. Only, content in just watching my mother undress, I never lusted over my Mom in the way that I lust over my sister.

Content to just masturbate over my Mom undressing, while watching her parade around her room naked, I never wanted to have sex with my mother in the way that I always wished I could have sex with my sister. Just as I've masturbated over my mother, I can't count how many times I've masturbated over my sister. The stealth skill set I learned spying on my Mom, I later used to spy on my sister. I always wondered, had my Dad not worked the graveyard shift, had my Dad been home more to monitor my immorally abnormal behavior, being that I still incestuously lust over my sister, if I would have grown up to be the pervert that I am today.

Having watched my mother dress and undress for years, I was 23-years-old and she was a matronly 55-year-old woman, when she and my Dad were killed in a car accident. Now five years later, it's just my big sister and I living together in the same house we grew up in. I don't know why, but I always suspected my mother knew I was there watching her and, never looking my way, where I stood hidden in her closet, she never opened her closet door to retrieve an article of clothing or to put one away. Her clothes were always already on the bed in preparation of changing.

"Weird."

I thought, as I got older, dated women, and had sex that I'd outgrow spying on my sister undressing, but I didn't. All paling in comparison to her, none of the women I dated measured up to my sexy sister. Embarrassed to admit, but if given a choice of watching my sister undress or some woman I picked up in a bar undress, I'd rather watch my sister strip naked. Too enamored, an understatement, with her naked body, whenever she was stripping off their clothes, I imagined Susan undressing for me.

So, being that this is an Earth Day contest story, what does incestuous peeping on my sister have to do with Earth Day? Well, since my sister earned her Ph. D in Earth Sciences three years ago from the University of Alaska, she's been an invited speaker at the Earth Day Symposium each year in St. Louis. It was because of her Earth Day project, funded from the grants she receives and that spotlights her research, that she enlisted me to help her with her field work in gathering all the information that she needs to give her talks to government officials and other experts in the field and her lectures to students. It's because of our working so closely together that my incestuous attraction to my sister grew, before finally coming to a head. Every day rain or shine, we'd head out to a different part of the rainforest to conduct her experiments. With her 24/7, except for not sleeping with her in the same bed, I only wished I did, nonetheless, I felt as if I was more her husband than her brother. 

She's a scientist, a geologist actually, studying the effects that global warming has on the biggest rainforest in the world, the Alaskan rainforest, namely, the Tongass National Rainforest. Armed with a rifle and a handgun, I was her tag along photographer and protector, being that we were in bear country, should there'd be something or someone out there waiting to harm her. Yet, having stalked my sister for years, with an inherent built-in radar and eyes behind my head, I was more sensitive to the two legged predators than I was to the four legged ones. In comparison, if left alone and not threatened, unless they're hurt or protecting their cubs, a grizzly bear is less dangerous than a man intent on sexually assaulting a woman, especially in the wild wilderness of Alaska. In some parts of Alaska, especially where we were, the ratio of men to women was ten to one. Suffice to say that there were lots of horny, desperate, and dangerous men, who wouldn't take no for an answer, should the opportunity present itself to have sex with a vulnerable woman alone in the wild.

Even though I've watched my sister strip naked dozens of times, while hiding in her closet, each time I watch her strip naked is as exciting, as if it was the first time. Just as I know that it's wrong to peep on her undressing, I know that it's wrong to lust over my sister, but I'm unable to control myself from watching her strip. I don't know why I'm so sexually attracted to her, but I am. More than any other woman, wishing that I could touch her and feel her but unable to take that next step, for fear she'd reject me, she arouses me in a way that makes me want to touch myself, while just thinking of her undressing.

Having to be satisfied with just watching her undress, while masturbating, I can't get enough of ogling her naked body, while she gives me a nightly, naughty, striptease show. The anal geologist that she is, even when at home, she acts as if she's out in the field performing her conservationism work on the soil and her environmental testing on the water, in the way that she does, when writing about the flora and observing the fauna. As if she's meticulously recording every minute detail of herself undressing in her little scientific notebook, it amazes me how she undresses in the same exact way every night.

"Check it twice. Then, check it again," she mumbles to herself, while squatting down to record her research information in her scientific journal with her little, blue pencil that looks as if she had taken it from Big Bubba's Blue Balls Bowling and Billiards. Unlike others who only celebrate Earth Day one day a year, with every day Earth Day to my sister, as if she's a human mother nature, she's in tune with the planet. I've never seen a woman as excited over nature and all things natural, as when she's on all fours on the forest floor looking for clues as evidence to support her theories of the destructive damages to the environment caused by global warming, and how better to help with and improve conservationism. "Okay, you can photograph it now, Tommy. I'm done," she says to me, while looking up with a preoccupied look, sometimes looking right through me, as if I'm not even there. 

Always mindful of the intelligence behind her big, bright, blue eyes, I'm careful not to be caught staring down her open blouse at her low cut bra and abundant cleavage. Enamored by her tits, the exposed roundness of the top of her breasts curve away and disappear down inside her bra with her cleavage, as if the sides of her big breasts are a design feature on an antique Chrysler Imperial. With her head down and her so focused on her work, she's oblivious of me staring at her exposed breasts. 

"I love her tits. A real rack, she has beautiful breasts," I say to myself, as if my daily mantra in preparation of peering down her blouse.

I'd do anything to touch her breasts, feel them, caress them, and suck them. As if she's my model and I'm her photographer on a photo shoot, I watch her through my camera lens, while daydreaming about feeling her big tits. Then, as soon as she looks up at me, I slightly turn the camera away from her to focus on the image she wanted me to capture. If only she knew how enamored I am with her, I wonder her reaction. If only she knew how much I want to have sex with her, I wonder if she feels the same way about me, too. Yet, what stops me from acting upon my sexual impulses is because she's my sister. Because we're blood related, bad enough that I'm lusting over her, it's one thing to look but it's quite another thing to touch.

The dedicated and focused researcher that she is, so absorbed in her work, no doubt, thinking of me as just her baby brother, shadowing her, she's unmindful of my sexual presence much of the time. Unaware that her blouse is always so open and that her bra clad breasts are always so exposed, she doesn't know that I'm studying her in the way that she analyzes everything else in nature. Even when she's not there undressing in front of me, having watched her remove her clothes so many times before, I'm now able to visualize her slowly stripping off her clothes again, whenever I want. When alone in my room and thinking about her undressing, as if she's standing right there stripping for me, I masturbate over all that I remember seeing of her.

Only, while watching her undress, with the distant look that she has in her eyes, I wonder what she's thinking. So involved in her work, and with no man in her life, except for me, doesn't she ever get horny? More importantly, does she think of me, when she does? When she mindlessly lifts her head to the ceiling, while unbuttoning her blouse, is she imagining slowly stripping off her clothes for me? In the way that I'm so fixated with her shapely body, in the way that I study her, as if watching a flower blossom and bloom in slow motion photography, does she ever think of me in the sexy way that I think of her?

A modern day, albeit female version of Charles Darwin, admittedly, she seems more the naturalist than the woman and more the scientist than the lover. If I described her as a scientist and a geologist with a Ph. D, one may think of her as a wirily thin, grey haired, and plain looking woman, ala Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg wearing a long black robe and thick eyeglasses, instead of a long, white lab coat and fashion flattering lenses. Only, they'd be wrong. With the educated brain, careful thought, and articulated speech of Miss Hathaway, as if she were a Wellesley woman educated in art instead of science, she possesses the unparalleled beauty and the curvaceous, big breasted body of Ellie May Clampett of the Beverly Hillbillies. Oxymoronic in every way, even after having known her all my life, Susan is as true an enigma, as she is a mystery to me. Honestly, other than her being so smart, beautiful, and sexy, fully aware that my lust for her is outrageously incestuous, I don't understand why I'm so attracted to my sexy sister, an understatement, but I am.

So precise and organized in her detailed observation and documentation of nature, when alone in her room with a hand down her panty and a finger rubbing her bean, while her other hand fondles her breast and fingers her nipples, does she think of me in the way that I think of her, while I'm in my room stroking my cock? Does she think of our times we shared together talking and laughing during our long, insightful walks through the forest, while discussing environmental conservationism? Or does she more think of collecting soil samples, testing water, and cataloging her specimens of insect, flower, and fauna? When making notes in her notebook, in readiness of her talk at the Earth Day Symposium about conservationism and in the continuation of her research of the ever changing environment, is she as distracted in her diligent geological research, as I am in my photographic research, as her research assistant?

Instead of just thinking about rocks and organisms, doesn't she ever think about simpler things, womanly things, such as sex and orgasms, as I always think of manly things, such as her being naked and having sex with her? Whenever I'm with her, I think of her naked, just as whenever I'm not with her, I think of her naked. Christ, unable to control my incestuous lust for her, so horny for my sister, I'm always thinking of her naked. Even when she's dressed, having seen her naked so many times, I see her as if she's standing before me naked. When most men would be satisfied seeing my sister's tits, ass, and pussy, I wish I could feel my sister's tits, ass, and pussy. Unable to remove the naked image of her from my mind, I constantly think of my sister's tits, ass, and pussy.

Alone in the woods with her and with not a soul around, sexually frustrated, I always feel guilty for being more focused on her, my beautiful eighth wonder of the world, than on the beauty of nature. It'd be funny, if she was just as horny, when with me, as I always am, when with her. It'd be my fantasy, if she thought more about having sex with me than about her research but, watching her work and realizing her dedication, I know she doesn't. The consummate professional, especially, when she's off exploring rocks, collecting soil samples, and testing water, so focused on her work, most times, she's oblivious to anyone around her, including me. It's a good thing that I'm there with her to protect her from bears and the more dangerously devious, two legged predators, who hide in the forest hoping to stumble across an oblivious female victim to sexually assault.

Even after having seen her naked so very many times before, wanting, hoping, and excited to see her naked again, I'm still aroused by the mere sexy sight of her low cut bra from the down blouse views that she routinely and unconsciously gives me. With her partially unbuttoned blouse, whenever she stoops over a rock, bends over a plant, or leans into an insect, I stand poised in preparation to ogle her, while watching her through the camera lens to capture whatever it is she wants me to photograph. Doesn't she know she's giving me a down blouse view of her bra, the long line of her cleavage, and the roundness of her breasts? Doesn't she care that I can see so much of her bra clad breasts? Wanting to, but so afraid to reach out and touch her, feel her, is she just oblivious or is she teasing me?

When alone in her room at night, while touching herself, is she just as excited knowing she showed me all that I've seen of her hot body, as I am having seen all that she's shown me of her hot body, while I masturbate? Knowing her as I do, no doubt, she doesn't know that I've seen so much of her body, as I have. Knowing her as I do, she'd be shocked, if I told her that I've seen her naked dozens of times, while hiding in her closet. Only, not sexually satisfied just seeing her naked body, I wish I could feel and make love to her naked body.

I wish I could explore and photograph her naked body in the exacting scientific way that she explores and has me photograph the natural occurrences of nature. Having seen the sight a hundred times before, it never fails to excite me to see a flash of her white bikini panty up an open leg of her short, shorts or her ass crack and the top of her panty band, when she squats down to collect a soil sample or analyze mysterious chemicals illegally dumped in the water. Unable to stop myself from looking, always, I peer up at her to see what I can see of her, whenever I give her a ten finger boost up for her to climb a rock face to test the composition and age of a rock formation. When she's climbing, with her legs spread as wide open, as I imagined them to be, while between her legs licking her pussy or on top of her and making love to her, I imagine confessing that I love her.

"I love you, Susan," I say to her, just to hear her say that she loves me, too, while wishing that I was her boyfriend and lover, instead of just her perverted brother.

"I love you, too, Tommy," she repeats mindlessly and so matter-of-factly, without ever lifting her head, while still digging in the dirt.

In the way that she tells me that she loves me, without emotion and so preoccupied in her work, she may as well as have said, "ditto." Still, imagining her meaning in a different way, the sound of those words, "I love you, Tommy," echoes endlessly in my mind and gives more fodder to my masturbation session. When I recall that she said she loves me, I pretend she said that not as a sister saying that to her brother but as a girlfriend saying that to her lover.

"If only she was my lover," I think to myself constantly, especially when I see something of her that I'm not supposed to see, such as a flash of her bra and/or panty.

If only she knew how much I loved her, wanted her, and lusted over her, I wonder if she'd want me, too? Then, when I reach up for her to help her climb down from the rocks, I'm always so tempted to accidentally on purpose cop a cheap feel of her round, firm ass or to grab a double handful of her firm, C cup breasts. Rather, being that we're related by blood, bad enough that I peep on her and ogle her naked body, to contemplate any other unnatural sibling relationship, especially a sexual one, other than a platonic and symbiotic one, would be wrong. Needing to be content just to grasp her around the waist and lift her 120 pound frame in the way of a dancing partner lifting his prima ballerina, I still wish for more. While holding her so close, with the sweet scent of peaches, I can smell her body wash, as I lower her to the ground. Wishing she was mine, I get more of a sense what it would feel like to hug and kiss her, even when innocently holding her.

When carefully walking in close step behind her, close enough to have the fragrance of her essence constantly in my nostrils, we take care to leave a smaller footprint, so as to trample less of the uninhabited forest floor. Yet, every time she bends at the waist in front of me, I'm tempted to accidentally bump into her ass on purpose and hump her hips doggie style, while reaching around her to cup her big tits in my palms. As if it's an erotic and surreal dream happening in slow motion, mesmerized by the mere sight of it, I watch a bead of her sweat appear and collect at the base of her golden hair and slowly slide down her swanlike neck. Tempted to lean to her, flick out my tongue, as if a frog grabbing a fly, and lick off her sweat, while fantasizing that I was licking her pussy, instead of her neck, I imagine my tongue slowly descending down to lick all of her perfect body. Suddenly, transported back in time, I'm Mickey Rourke armed with a tray of ice cubes to cool Susan's hot body, instead of Kim Basinger's hot body in the movie, Nine 1/2 Weeks. Wishing I could recreate that scene with my sexy sister, I'd give anything to cool her hot, naked body with ice, before reheating her with my tongue.




Sister, a Friend, a Lover, and Wife



Between being alone with her in the forest and with the hot sun penetrating the canopy of leaves of the trees that beats down on us all day, needing a cool shower, I'm so sweaty hot, literally and figuratively. Sometimes wishing we were at the water park, instead of working in the rainforest with gnats and other biting insects, with me there waiting for her at the bottom with open arms, I imagine my sister speeding down a steep, slippery water slide and losing her bikini top at the end. With no one there but us and with her naked breasts pressed against my muscular chest, we plunge to the bottom of the pool and embrace in a long, wet, passionate kiss, before emerging to the surface to have sex on the shore. Ramming my cock into her, in the way she rams her testing probe in the soft soil to test the temperature and consistency of the ground, while lusting over her, everything that I watch her do turns sexual, when thinking of her doing all of that to her or she doing all of that to me.

Then, with more of them appearing and following the same wet route and sliding down behind the first one, I watch her beads of sweat disappear behind the collar of her open shirt in the way that I imagine my warm oozy cum dripping from her lips to collect in a small, lusty pool on her bulbous, naked breasts. With the hot sun heightening my lust for her, while hardening my erection, the back of her shirt is as damp as I imagine her panties are, after I lick her pussy through them. Knowing she'd say no, just wanting to throw caution to the wind and jump in the cool pool of water naked that we always happen upon in the middle of the forest, water not marked on our map, before I could even suggest the idea, she squats down to test the water.

"It's contaminated with toxic chemicals by some illegal dumper. I'll collect more of a sample to analyze at the lab. Maybe they can identify who the dumper was by the chemicals in the water," she said making a note in her notebook and a mark on our map to report the dump site to the proper authorities to earmark it for cleanup. As if a detective looking for a dumped body or the hidden murder weapon, she always finds what she's looking for by snooping around the dump site. "I found some empty barrels behind these bushes, Tommy. Photograph them from all sides. Maybe some of these labels will help us to identify and find the illegal dumper." 

Yet, after being with her all day, nearly time to return home, I'd risk turning myself green for the chance to be naked with her outdoors, just once, even in contaminated water. I wouldn't mind her hosing me down naked, after I hosed her down naked. Just as I've seen her big tits, her round ass, and her blonde, trimmed pussy so very many times before, just once, I'd love to show her my cock. I wonder what she'd do, if I exposed my cock to her. Would she look? Would she stare? Would she reach out to touch, fondle, and stroke my cock, before falling to her knees and taking me in her mouth? Or would she be disgusted by the mere sight of my engorged prick and by the thought of having sex with me, her brother?

More than just a sexual fantasy, drying off her wet, naked body would be my pleasure, especially after she dried off my wet, naked body. I could see ourselves wearing nothing beneath our white safety jumpers, while being quarantined in an industrial hazardous tent for a week. Sleeping alone in the same tent, perhaps, moving our cots closer together, close enough to whisper our wicked thoughts and secret sexual desires, before snuggling, it'd be funny, if she wanted me, as much as I want her. Yet, knowing it's just my sexual fantasy and not her sexual fantasy, twisting me to think that she wants me, as much as I want her, I know she doesn't want me in the way that I want her.

Then, every night, right on time, better than any reality TV show on network television, it's show time. She walks in her room and flicks on the light switch. Intently watching her in anticipated preparation of her stripping naked, as if she's a modern day Lady Godiva undressing in readiness for her naked, bareback horse ride through town, instead of her being a scientist, a geologist, an environmentalist, and a conservationist with a Ph. D getting ready for bed, I wish every man could see what I've already seen of my sexy sister. In addition to her beautiful face, if only they could see her naked, with her big tits, slim waist, blonde pussy, and round ass, then they'd understand how I feel about her and the reason why I do.

"She's so beautiful. She's so sexy. I only wish she wasn't my sister. Then, again, if she wasn't my sister, I wouldn't be standing her hiding in her closet."

In the way that Ginger Rogers kept step with Fred Astaire, only backwards and in high heels, with two hands poised together behind her head in the way of Harry Houdini escaping from his shackles, I watch her skilled fingers deftly untie her braid, while imagining her unbuckling and unzipping my pants with those same long, slender fingers. As if a shimmering shower of sunlight sparkling against freshly minted gold coins, as if she's Rapunzel letting down her long, golden hair, she slowly shakes her head to unleash her sun drenched tresses. Already my beauty queen, if she were in a beauty contest, she'd win. My preferred woman to watch strip naked, if she were the headlining stripper on stage, she'd be laden with money thrown at her feet from the audience and tucked in her g-string. If only she were my girlfriend, instead of my sexy sister, I'd show her how much I love and want her.

If only she was my woman, I'd be the happiest man on Earth. Wishing it was me combing out her hair, I watch her standing in front of the full length mirror, while brushing her long, lush beautiful hair. With her natural blonde hair that runs the color spectrum from pure white to soft yellow to brilliant gold cascading all around my pelvis, I fall asleep every night with my hand around my cock, while imagining her leaning over me and blowing me. I'd do anything for her to come to my room naked in the middle of the night to awaken me with a blowjob.

"Susan! What are you doing in my room? Oh, my God, you're naked!"

"I couldn't sleep, Tommy," I imagine her saying, after startling me awake by her naked visit. "Go back to sleep, Tommy," she says to me in a whisper, while leaning down to lightly kiss my lips, as I reach up my hands to cup her breasts. "If you don't mind, I just came in your room to suck your cock." Just once, if only my sexy sister would enter my room naked and say that to me, I'd die a happy man.

As if she's a conductor on a train to nowhere but here, as if she's a ghost haunting the same place and space at the same moment in time, I could set my watch to the time she walks in her room every night to strip naked in readiness to take her shower. Wishing it was me pouring water through that shower head, splashing across her full breasts, dripping from her pubic hair, and following the curve of her back to fall from her amazing round ass, I'm envious of the shower water enjoying her naked body in the way that I wish my hands could. I'd do anything to shower with her. I'd do anything to lather up her sexy, naked body really good with soapy, warm water, before rinsing her clean. I'd do anything to sit with her, as she takes a bubble bath, while breaking one bubble at a time to see what that bubble revealed of her, before breaking another bubble and another, until there were no more bubbles left to hide her nakedness from me. Then, after she's squeaky clean, when she's standing in front of me wet and naked, I wish I could thoroughly towel her dry on the pretense of making sure that every crack and crevice of her soft, sexy skin was totally dry. After she's completely dry, I'd lick her wet again. 

"Oh, yeah, from head to toe, I wish I could lick my sister."

Imagining showering with her with her back up against the wet, tile shower wall, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, and her lips attached to mine, as if we were one, I'd do anything to feel her, touch her, and make love to her. While kissing and kissing her, French kissing her, before fucking her, really fucking her, with the back of her head gently bumping the shower wall, as if keeping count of all the times that I humped her, I'd do anything to feel and fondle her big tits, before sucking her pink nipples, while fingering her blonde pussy. After working with her all day and sweating with her in the hot sun, out of breath from climbing, and sometimes feeling as if I've already had sex with her, as my personal reward for giving her my undying devotion in helping her with her research, I'd do anything for my sister to suck my cock, while I fondled her big breasts. Only, while masturbating over the imagined image of her, the best that I can ever hope for is to imagine her sucking my cock, while I imagine fondling her breasts, as I watch her slowly strip naked.

Yet, there are some things that I wish I knew about her, if only to heighten the sexual excitement of my masturbation sessions. For instance, of course every woman does, but being that she's my sister and a nerdy scientist, I wonder if she sucks cock. If she does suck cock, I wonder if she swallows. Unless I asked her, unless she sucked my cock, how would I ever know? I should think that someone who looks like her, as hot as she looks, would not only suck cock but also would swallow, too. It would be such a waste, if she didn't suck cock and swallow. Something she'd never tell me, if she has sucked a cock, I wonder how many cocks she's sucked. While masturbating over my favorite sexual fantasy of her sucking my cock, just as it excites me to think of her sucking my cock, it excites me to think of my sister sucking someone else's cock, while I watch, of course.

I wonder if she'd enjoy sucking my cock, as much as I'd enjoy having her suck my cock. I wonder if she talks dirty in bed. If she's anything like me, her brother, I imagine she does. If she's anything like me, I imagine she loves having sex and making love. Imagining that she is exactly like me, I wonder if she's loud, when she has an orgasm. I wonder what it would feel like to be on top of her naked body with my cock buried deep inside of her pussy. I wonder what it would feel like to have her on top of me and humping me, while leaning down to hang her long, blonde hair across my shoulders and her big tits in my face. I wonder what she'd say and do, if I whispered in her ear, all that I was thinking and all that I wanted to do to her naked body.

"I love you, Susan. First, I want to make mad, crazy love to you and then, I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," I imagine saying that to her and shocking her into submission. "I want to give you an orgasm with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock." 

As if she was there doing all that I was thinking, as if my thoughts were real, instead of just imagined as part of my sexual fantasy, I'd give anything to see her naked and on her knees in front of my exposed prick. Watching her stroke my cock and fingering the head of my engorged prick with her fingertips, I imagine her looking up at me, while kissing and licking my cock, as I reach down to fondle her breasts and finger her nipples. Then, just before she takes my stiff dick in her mouth, just before she sucks me, she looks up at me again with her big, blue eyes to tell me what I want and so need to hear.

"I love you, Tommy. A long time sexual fantasy of mine, I can't wait to suck your cock." I imagine her saying, while fondling and slowly stroking my cock to an erection.

"I love you, too, Susan. I can't wait for you to suck my cock," I imagine saying to her, while looking down at her kneeling in front of me and watching as she takes my cock in her warm, wet mouth.

I knew it, I just knew it, I knew my sister wanted me as much as I wanted her. Moreover, my sister sucks cock. My sister is a real cocksucker. Thank you, God, all is right with the world.

"I just love sucking your cock, Tommy. You have such a big, hard prick," I imagine her removing my cock from her mouth to say that to me. I imagine her looking up at me with her bright blue eyes with my hard, hairy prick in her hand and positioned in front of her mouth.

"And I love having you suck my cock, Susan," I say, while I imagine putting a gentle hand to the back of her pretty, blonde head, and pushing her forward, while watching her take me in her mouth again. "Now, don't talk, sweet baby, just suck. Blow me, Susan."

"Only," she says removing my cock from her beautiful mouth, long enough to ask me a question, "would you do me a favor, Tommy?"

"A favor? Sure, Susan, anything. Just name it," I imagine saying, while fondling her big breasts and fingering her pink, erect nipples. "What is it?"

"Would you mind terribly cumming in my mouth?"

Would I mind cumming in her mouth? Did my sexy sister just ask me to cum in her mouth? Are you kidding me? There is a God. Even though this is my imagined sexual fantasy, such a preferred and perfect question, I can't believe she asked me that. Wow! What a sister? What an unbelievable sister?

"Sure, absolutely. Of course, I don't mind cumming in your mouth, at all. It's the least that I can do. Actually, it would be my pleasure to cum in your mouth, Susan," I say with a sly, sexy chuckle.

"Thank you, Tommy," she says taking my cock in her mouth again and sucking me, before removing it again to ask me another question, "And, Tommy?"

"Yes, Susan. What is it baby?"

"After you explode all your lust for me in my mouth, would it be okay for me to swallow your cum? I mean, you won't think less of me, if I swallow your cum, my brother's cum, will you?"

Oh, my God. My sister not only sucks cock but also she swallows. As the good brother that I am, her innocent question, so rich with imagery makes me want to satisfy my sexy sister's every request.

"Of course, Susan, you may swallow. I'd never think less of you for sucking my cock, allowing me to cum in your mouth, and for swallowing my cum. Besides, it wouldn't be much of a blowjob, if you didn't swallow," I say with a lusty laugh, while happy that I could satisfy my sister by merely cumming in her mouth and agreeing with her request to swallow. 

"Thank you, Tommy," she says taking my cock in her mouth again and sucking me, while stroking me.

"You're welcome, Susan," I imagine saying to her, while putting a gentle hand behind her head again, so as to hold her in place, while humping her mouth and fucking her face.

"Oh, sorry," I imagine her saying, while removing my cock from her mouth again to speak, "one last thing, Tommy."

"Yes, Susan?"

"If you don't mind and if it's not too much trouble..." she says looking up at me with my cock in her hand and poised by her lips. "I don't know if you can, but if you can...,"

"Yes, what is it, Susan?"

"Would you mind not exploding all of your cum in my mouth? Is it possible for you to hold some back?"

"Hold some back? I don't know if I can, but I'll try. Why, Susan? I don't understand."

Perhaps she fears that I'd gag her with all the pent up incestuous, sexual lust that I have for her. Perhaps she swallows but doesn't like the taste of cum, especially if she has too much of a mouthful. Thinking that holding back some of my cum may, indeed, ruin my blowjob, suddenly having the thoughts of blue balls, I don't think that I could delay ejaculating all my lust that I have for my sexy sister in her mouth and down her throat. A sexual feat nearly impossible to accomplish, stopping an ejaculation, I don't think that I could stop the volcanic eruption of cum, once it started flowing out of my cock, as if lava flowing from an active volcano.

"Having my beloved brother give me a cum bath has been a longtime sexual fantasy of mine. If you don't mind, I'd love for you to give me a cum bath, Tommy. I'd love for you to shoot a second load of your warm, oozy cum all over my face, in my hair, and across my tits," she said looking up at me with those big, blue impossible to disappoint eyes.

Bringing a tear to my eye, for the sake of Susan's happiness, if only to allow her to experience her sexual fantasy, too, in the way that I was experiencing my sexual fantasy, by having sex with my sister, how could I deny my sister a cum bath? Oh, my God. If I didn't know this was a sexual fantasy, I'd think this was really happening. Only, I wish this was real. Nonetheless, it's exciting to think of her asking me these questions, while masturbating over the thoughts of her blowing me, cumming in her mouth, her swallowing, and me giving her a cum bath.

"I'd be thrilled to do that for you, Susan. It would be my pleasure to give you a cum bath. Now, don't talk, Susan, just suck."

"Thank you so very much, Tommy," I imagine her saying, while taking my cock in her mouth again to suck me, really suck me, this time.

Back to real time and reality, from my hidden vantage point in her walk-in closet, I watch her slowly undress, as if she's purposely undressing for me. With her head poised to the ceiling, looking as if she's thinking of her day or getting ready to model nude for an artist, as if it's all happening in a surreal, slow motion dream, I watch her unbutton one slow button of her blouse at a time. Staring at her delicate fingertips, while wishing she was undressing me or I was undressing her, I imagine sitting on her bed, while intently watching her undress and enjoying her naked striptease show. No longer able to control my lust for her, I unzip my jeans, remove my cock from my underwear, and pull it out from my pants. Slowly, stealthily, and silently, I stroke myself to an erection, as I watch her expose her long line of cleavage, along with the top of her jiggling breasts that her bra doesn't conceal. Seeing all of her 36 C cup bra again, instead of just bits and pieces of it in a mere down blouse view, when I die, if I have the chance to pick what I can return to Earth as, if I can't return as her friend, her lover, and/or her husband, as if her bra cups were my horny hands, with my palms supporting her sweet tits, I want to return as her bra. 

"Oh, yeah, better than returning to Earth as a bug or as her baby brother again, I'd rather return to Earth as her bra," I think to myself, while watching her strip.

Then, as if she was stripping expressly for me, I watch her unbutton and unzip her jeans, before wiggling herself out of them. Slowing sliding her pants down her legs, while exposing her bikini panties, in the way that I'd love to slide myself up and in between her legs to finger and lick her bikini panties, she sits on the bed to peel her tight jeans from her legs and off of her sexy feet and toes. Having never massaged anyone's feet or sucked anyone's toes before, I'd give anything to massage her feet, while sucking her toes. Then, standing to look at herself in the mirror, she turns one way, before turning the other. As if she's my personal Victoria Secret's lingerie model, albeit without the wings, so much better looking than that big facially featured, arrogantly spoiled, and horribly too skinny Giselle Bunchen, my sexy sister has a much hotter body. Seeing Susan in her bikini panty and form fitting bra, as if she's wearing a thinly transparent bikini made of satin and silk, is my preferred uniform of choice for her.

With her arms positioned behind her back, as if she's a contortionist preparing to squeeze her hot body in a small box, she reaches behind herself and unhooks her bra, as I inhale my anticipated excitement, while stroking my cock faster. No matter how many times I've seen her tits, I can't wait to see her tits again. As if she knows I'm there in her closet watching, staring, and leering, just as in the way that my mother used to do, she turns to face me, while I watch her ever so slowly remove her bra straps from her shoulders, before watching her peel her bra cups from her beautiful breasts to expose her areolas and nipples. If only for the sole purpose of helping her to dress and undress, I wish she was a Royal Princess and I was her lady in waiting.




Sister, a Friend, a Lover, and Wife



Now topless, I stare at her naked breasts, in the way that I'd stare at a nude painting of a woman by Manet, Renoir, or Degas, while wishing that I could touch them, feel them, fondle them, and caress them, before sucking them. Still topless, I watch her cup each breast in her hand, first one and then the other, as if checking them for lumps and/or bug bites. I so wish she'd elect me, as her official tit tester. Taking my job seriously, it would take me several, pleasurable hours for me to fully examine her tits each night. Then, with a thumb to her waist band, as if there's a drum roll going off in my head with symbols, upon the completion of stripping herself naked, she slides her panty off in the way that I wish I could slide down the length of her to lick and finger her pussy, before fucking her pussy.

Stealthily hiding behind her hanging clothes to peer out her louvered closet door, concealed from her bedroom light and not daring to make a sound, I'm hidden away in the back of her closet watching her, while stroking myself. Then, as if it's all just a bizarre dream, as if I'm in a huge, crowded, quiet Cathedral at Easter, so quiet that I can hear a pin drop and echo, as it bounces, when it hits the tile floor, while the priest gives his sermon to a silently respectful and intently listening audience, my worst nightmare happens. As if I'm sitting front row center at a symphony orchestra performance playing Beethoven's 9th Symphony, just at the height of the music, and as if it was someone else fouling my perfect sexual fantasy with a loud, involuntary, uncontrollable, and obnoxious outburst, I sneeze. 

"Ahhh Chooo! Oh, Fuck," I mumbled beneath my breath hoping beyond hope that she didn't hear me sneeze but, as loud as a canon shot, of course, she heard me sneeze. How could she not?

With me only a few feet away from her, concealed only by her louvered closet doors and hanging clothes, even with my sneezed muffled by her bathrobe sleeve held up to my mouth, how could she not have heard me sneeze? Just my miserable luck, of course, that she heard me sneeze. She'd have to be deaf, preoccupied, or so deep in thought, not to have heard me sneeze. Only, she's not deaf, nor was she so preoccupied or so deep in thought, in the way that she immediately cowered and tried to cover her nakedness with her forearm and hand. As if I was the boogeyman hiding in her closet, instead of her incestuously perverted brother, I frightened her.

In the way of a startled reindeer that we sometimes stumble across in the forest, before bolting in a flash, a jump, and a leap, I watched her standing motionlessly, while staring at the closet door. Suddenly, even though my cock felt so big and so hard in my hand a few seconds before, feeling as if I was a young man peeping on my sister, as I always did before, when living in the same house with our parents, I suddenly felt so small, so soft, and so ridiculous hiding in her closet. Incestuously driven to peep on my beloved sister undressing, already wrought with guilt, I felt so perverted and, no doubt, I was. Knowing it was wrong to have violated her privacy, I felt, as I did, all those other times that I spied on her, while she dressed and undressed and I peeped at her through the keyhole. Still standing there so nakedly exposed, already resigning herself to the fact that I've already seen her naked, no doubt, more than once, she covered as much of herself as she could with her forearm and hand, before flinging open her closet door.

"Tommy! What the Hell are you doing in there? Get out! Get out of my closet, you disgusting pig! What's wrong with you? How dare you spy on me like that? How could you violate your own sister," she said removing her arm from her breasts to punch me in the shoulder. So preoccupied seeing her breast jiggle with her punch, staring at her breasts and leering at her nakedness, I didn't even feel the pain of her punch. Wishing she'd punch me again, this time with both hands, if only for the pure pleasure of watching both of her tits jiggle, I was as excited as I was embarrassed.

Nonetheless the striptease show of her naked body, wishing there was a secret passage out of her closet, suddenly, I wished I were dead. Wishing I had magic powder to make myself disappear or a super hero power to make myself invisible, I wished that I could just cover my face with my hands, as I did when I was a small child, while figuring that if I couldn't see her, she couldn't see me. Even though I was fully dressed, except for my erect cock sticking straight out of my pants and being so sexually exposed, I felt so nakedly vulnerable, as she surely must have felt.

"Sorry," was the only word I could muster. "Sorry," I said again, this time trying to mean it.

Only, so insincere, my empty apology wasn't for spying on her but more for being caught peeping. With nothing else to say, as if a little boy being scolded by his mother, instead of his big sister, I realized my wrong. Never figuring I'd be caught, with nothing else to do but to take my medicine like a man, I didn't know what else to say than sorry. Only, I wasn't sorry that I saw my sister naked. I was thrilled. If anything, obviously by my erection, I was excited and I'd spy on her again, if I could without being caught. Further, to now be standing two feet away from my naked sister was my dream come true. Yet, happy that my voyeurism of her was finally over, glad that she caught me, at last, I was out of the closet, so to speak.

"Why, Tommy, why? How could you violate me like that? Oh, my God, I'm so embarrassed," she said, while shriveling back from my lustful stare.

"Sorry," I said again, assuredly just as embarrassed being caught, as she was embarrassed standing there naked.

"How long have you been peeping on me?"

"For years," I said with my head down. "It stopped, of course, when we both left Mom and Dad's house but started again, after I moved in with you."

Then, forgetting that my cock was still sticking straight out of my pants, when she looked down at my exposed prick, I looked down with her and, proud by the stiffness of my erection, it excited me to know that my sister finally saw my dick. So distracted by my sister catching me in the closet, forgetting for a moment that my cock was still sticking straight out of my pants, that is, until she looked down, now with new material to masturbate over, I couldn't believe it when she looked down at my engorged prick again and stared this time. As if her stare caused a mini fire alarm to go off in my head, I couldn't believe my sexy sister just stared at my dick. Already so excited that she looked down at my cock, but more unbelievable that she didn't just look at it, but stared at my it, I couldn't believe my cock was her focus of attention.

With her staring at my cock for as long and as hard as she did, does she want me, as much as I want her? Take it in your hand, I thought. Stroke me. Get down on your knees and take me in your mouth and blow me. With her staring at my cock, looking at it, as if it was something of interest she discovered in the forest, I was even more excited by her focused stare, that is, until I was ashamed over what she asked me next. 

"Were you masturbating over me?" Not even waiting for me to answer, not even allowing me to enjoy the possible, albeit ridiculous thought that she was flattered and excited that I'd masturbate over her, her response burst my bubble. "Gross," she said giving me a look of incredibility.

"Sorry," I said with my head still down.

She gave me the same look of incredibility that my mother gave me, when she finally caught me spying on her, after removing her bathing suit and standing in her bedroom naked, before opening her closet door to find me standing there with cock in hand. For years, I had been spying on my mother in the same way that I was now spying on my sister. Remembering my Mom's naked body, as if I had watched her undressed yesterday, instead of years ago, Susan had the same exact body as did Mom, except for having breasts that were a little larger, shapelier, and higher up, of course, than Mom's breasts. A masturbation machine back then, I couldn't even take a guess at how very many times that I masturbated over watching my mother dress and undress.

"Wrong on so many different levels," said Susan continuing her tirade to interrupt the naked vision that I had of my mother. "It's incredible to me that my own brother, would not only peep at me undressing but also would masturbate over my naked body. Gross, that's so gross, Tommy. What's wrong with you?"

Too focused on her nakedness to hear her or to care about her indignity, I couldn't remove my stare from her beautiful body. Pushing my luck, after having already seen her in all manners of dress and undress so very many times before, if only she knew how many times I spied on her throughout our lives, while growing up and living together, I wondered what she'd think of me then. It was only recently that I came up with what I thought was a foolproof plan of hiding in her closet, as I did with my mother. Then, as soon as she was in the shower, just as I had done so many times before, I'd return to my bedroom and she'd never know that I was there watching her strip naked.

Thinking with my penis, instead of with my head, I should have known that, eventually, I'd be caught. I didn't figure that I'd sneeze, while masturbating, before having the chance to ejaculate my lust for her in a handful of tissue and before she disappeared in the shower and I returned to my room. Yet, in hindsight, subconsciously, no doubt, wanting to be caught, now that I was caught, I needed to know if she felt as strongly about me, as I did about her.

With nothing left to lose, having already embarrassed myself and humiliated her, having already temporarily lost my mind with lust for my big sister, I continued making a perverted fool of myself by my incestuous lunacy. With her catching me before I finished masturbating, and with my erect cock still throbbing and sticking straight out from my pants, I was as horny, as I was sexually frustrated. There before my eyes, my naked sister, the reason for my horniness and sexual frustration, in an act of insane desperation, having already crossed the incestuous line by spying on her undressing, I continued forward in forbidden territory in the hopes that she'd respond. I reached out for her and, with an arm around her waist, pulled her naked body to me. With one excited hand reaching down to cup her sweet, round ass and the head of my exposed cock touching her soft belly, I felt her big, firm breast with my other hand.

"Tommy, stop! Don't do this," she said in a quiet and controlled panic, while looking down at my hand and watching me finger her nipple.

Was she enjoying being touched by me, as much as I was enjoying feeling her or was she shocked and ashamed and just placating me? I didn't know. I couldn't tell. So wanting to suck her big tits, it was nearly as exciting to watch her watching me touch her, as it was to see her staring down at my erect prick. However she felt, I only knew how sexually excited I felt. My dream come true, I was finally experiencing my sexual fantasy in holding my naked sister in my arms.

Her breast felt so big and so firm in my hand and as soon as I fingered her nipple, it hardened. I so wanted to lean down to suck her nipple, but not wanting to go too fast too soon, not wanting to startle her and frighten her any more, in the way that I had, when she discovered me hiding in her closet and in the way of coming across a reindeer in the forest, I needed to take things slower. Encouraged by her not pushing me away, if she didn't want me to touch her, why is she watching me touching her? If she wasn't excited by my touch, why did her nipple become erect, when I touched it with my finger? If she didn't want me to touch her, why didn't she slap my face? Is she as excited as I am? Hoping that she was, unable to tell, I didn't know. Does she want me as much as I want her? Hoping that she did, I continued my sexual exploration of my sister's naked body.

"I love you, Susan," I said leaning my lips to her lips, while moving my hand from her breast to cup her blonde, trimmed pussy.

After feeling my sister's breast and fingering her nipple, I couldn't believe that I had her pussy in the palm of my hand. When I kissed her, just a light kiss, in the way of a brother kissing his sister, she shocked me, when she returned my kiss. After I kissed her, feeling her fear, sensing her trepidation, apprehension, and reluctance to, no doubt, continue forward down the Devil's darkly forbidden and dangerous road of incest, she was so stiffly motionless, in the way that we remained as silently still, when coming across a black bear in the woods. Nonetheless, taking the return of my kiss as encouragement and the green light that I needed to continue, I kissed and kissed her, while touching her and feeling her everywhere. 

Then, taking the next step, when I stuck my tongue in her mouth, I thought she'd reject me but she didn't. She surprised me, when she willingly opened her mouth, accepted my tongue inside, and allowed me to probe her opened mouth with my tongue. She even closed he eyes in anticipation of my French kiss, only, when she didn't completely surrender her tongue or even move her tongue, I knew I had gone too far. Hoping to change her mind by getting her excited and more in the mood, I gently and slowly rubbed her clit with my finger and, when I did, instead of pulling away, she gasped and allowed me to gently rub her more. Already moist, I exerted a bit more downward pressure on her bean, while rubbing her a little harder and a bit faster. Then, when I slid my finger closer to her opening and felt her wet warmth, I tried entering her with my finger, but she resisted my passion by pushing back on my shoulders.

"Tommy, no. Don't. I'm your sister. This is wrong. This is incest. We can't do this. This is something we'd regret the rest of our lives," she said with a look of shame. "With you seeing me naked and me seeing your cock, even though I'm tempted, I can't. I just can't," she said taking a step back to release my hold of her.

"Don't you want me?" 

I stepped forward to put my arms around her again. With one hand remaining motionless on her ass and my other hand cupping her pussy again, even though she recoiled before, she made no attempt to squirm from my grasp now, nor did she make any attempt to encourage me. Still, nonetheless encouraged by her lack of resistance, I continued feeling her softly ass and gently fingering her pussy.

"I do want you, Tommy, but not in a sexual way," she said with sad softness that turned to a look of disappointment.

"Don't you love me?" When all that I wanted to do was to give her pleasure, her look of displeasure made me feel sadly perverted.

I felt and squeezed more of her ass, while moving my index finger to gently and slowly massage her clit, before moving my hand up to cup her breast and finger her nipple. A sexual dream come true, standing there feeling up my naked sister for the first time is something that I will never forget for the rest of my life. Whenever masturbating and thinking of Susan, I'll always remember this first time holding her, kissing her, touching her, and feeling her.

"Of course, I love you, Tommy, but not in the way you need and want me to love you," she said talking to me, while watching me touch her and feel her in places, where no brother should ever touch and feel his sister.

As if I was a patient in a mental institution and she was the doctor in charge, as if I had just taken over the institution and, after stripping her naked, was holding her hostage, no doubt, not wanting to make matters worse, she calmly spoke to me in her unsuccessful attempt to quell my lust for her. If I was sexually attracted enough to peep on my sister undressing, if I was excited enough to masturbate over my naked sister, my excitement grew exponentially, when holding and feeling her naked body. The more she talked to me, while she stood there naked and I stood there with my erection pressed up against her soft belly, the more that I wanted her. No quelling my lust for her now, the longer that I felt her ass, fingered her pussy, and felt her breasts and nipples, the more excited I became.

"Don't you ever think of me, Susan?"

Unable to stop myself from touching her, feeling her, and fondling her, I caressed and groped her breast, while feeling the sheer weight of big tit in my palm. She had such great boobs, perfectly symmetrical in every way and the fact that I was standing there holding her, while feeling her naked breasts, and staring at her nakedness was a sexual fantasy come true. Hoping to convince her to have sex with me, in the way that she, no doubt, hoped that I'd allow her to get dressed, misreading my sister's kind and gentle spirit, I felt that this standoff could go either way. Hoping she'd allow me to have my wicked way with her sexy body, just this once, as her way to quell my incestuous desire for her, I somehow knew she wouldn't. A pivotal turning point of what could be a new and wonderful, mutually fulfilling and sexually satisfying relationship, after having waited so long to touch her, I didn't want to let her go.

"I think of you all the time, Tommy, but only in the way that a sister would think of her brother," she said squirming away from my touch again, when my finger fingered her nipple again.

Suddenly appearing ashamed and taking a step back to cover her breasts with her hands, she looked embarrassed that her nipples hardened to my touch. Was I getting to her? Was she getting excited? Did she suddenly want me as much as I've always wanted her?

"Just answer me these questions. Be honest. Tell me. When alone in your room masturbating, have you ever thought of having sex with me? Have you ever imagined sucking my cock? Have you ever thought of making love to me? Have you ever wished I was there licking your pussy, before making love to you?"

"Tommy, how dare you? If this is just some sick way for you to feed your incestuous perversion for me, I won't have this conversation with you," she said looking at me, as if I was deranged and, no doubt, I was. "I'm your sister and you're my brother. I'll never be your lover. Having sex is a line we should never cross and it's disturbing for you to even question me about my sexual wants, needs, and desires. That's just getting too inappropriately personal," she said looking down at my cock again, when my stiff erection pulsated and continued poking her soft belly. "Please cover yourself," she said taking a step back. 

She still covered her breasts with her hands, but with her ass and pussy still so exposed, she seemed not ashamed or embarrassed that she was still naked from the waist down. If only I was a few inches shorter and she was a few inches taller, instead of rubbing up against her belly, my cock would have found a familiar warm, wet place between her legs. Putting my hands to her ass, I'd love to fuck her standing, while pushing her up against her bedroom wall. Bending her at the waist, I'd love to fuck her from behind, doggie style, while fondling her big breasts and fingering her hard nipples.

"Touch me, Susan," I said taking a step back and holding out my still stiff cock for her to see how big and hard I was for her, before taking two steps forward to offer it to her hand.

I watched her eyes look down at my erection again. As much as it excited me to see her standing there naked, it excited me even more, when she looked at my cock. I couldn't believed she looked and stared at my cock, again, more than once. If she didn't want me, why would she even look at my cock? If she didn't want me, why didn't she get dressed?




Sister, a Friend, a Lover, and Wife



Hoping to coerce her to change her mind by giving her a gentle nudge, when she looked down at my prick again, I grabbed her hand and put it on my hard prick and wrapped her stiff, motionless fingers around my erection. Needing to cum, I so wanted my sister to finish where I had left off, when she discovered me hiding in her closet. Placing my hand over her hand, I slowly and gently moved her hand back and forth in a forced hand job, as if I was a horny teenager in the backseat of a car with his Prom date. If only she'd stroke me, I'd be such a happy man to finally receive a hand job from my sister. If only she'd masturbate me, perhaps my sexual lust for her would subside and my incestuous lust and sexual assault of my sister would have ended there, but she didn't masturbate me and my twisted desire for her escalated. If only my sexy sister would fall to her knees and take my cock in her beautiful mouth, my sexual fantasy come true, I'd be the happiest brother on earth.

"Tommy, no, I'm sorry, but I can't do this," she said pulling her hand away from my grasp and away from my prick. "You're my baby brother and I can't touch you in that inappropriate way. I'm horny, too, Tommy, but not for you. Sex between us is wrong. We can't give one another the sexual gratification that we obviously both so need. Always so wrapped up in my work, admittedly, it's been a long while, since I've had sex," she confessed with tears welling up in her eyes, as if they were my dark clouds to my blue skies. "I have sexual needs, too, but not for you. Not for my brother. I'm sorry, Tommy. I'm so sorry."

Accustomed to a woman saying no, when in a bar with her girlfriends, and then turning into a sexual animal, once removed from the jealous judgmental stares of her friends, being twisted enough in my lustful desire for her that I was unable to correctly read her, I wanted to believe that my sister wanted me too and was just playing hard to get. I thought of all the times she flashed me a down blouse view of her bra clad breasts, while she stooped over something in the woods. Was she teasing me or was she so focused on her work that she didn't know she was so exposed? How could she not know she was flashing me? She must have known that I've been peering down her open blouse.

Always so sexually frustrated every day, I thought of all the times that I masturbated over all that I saw of her. What did she mean, when she said that we both needed sexual gratification? She just admitted that she was horny, too. Was that a hint for me not to stop, but to continue? Was she horny enough to have sex with me? Was she lusting over me in the way that I was lusting over her? Never wanting to regret not taking advantage of this situation, after having waited for this opportunity for years, I needed to know, if she'd go all the way with me or not.

Only, obviously not interested in sexually satisfying me, pushing me away, she was suddenly as combative, as I was deranged. Everything changed in an instant. Maybe it was her standing there naked, maybe it was me touching her, maybe it was her touching me, but whatever it was, in the same irreversible way of pulling a fire alarm, as if an incestuous button had been pushed deep within me, there was just no turning back. In a desperate and despicable move, twisted enough to truly believe that she wanted to blow me, as much as I wanted her to blow me, with a hard downward push on her shoulders, I forced her to her knees. Then, with a quick hard pull of her long, beautiful hair, wanting to do this for years, when she opened her mouth to scream, I stuffed her mouth with all the lust I've had for her. 

With my hard, hairy prick in my sister's mouth, all that I had imagined and more, having fantasized about Susan blowing me for so long, my big, hard, cock felt so good in her warm, wet mouth. Forcing my sister to suck me, I could feel her wet tongue trying to avoid my stiff prick. With a strong hand to each side of her head, as if her head was a box with a hole in the middle, slowly rocking my hips back and forth and my prick in and out of her mouth, I slowly humped her head. Then, when suddenly feeling the excitement that I needed to feel, with a strong, forceful hand to the back of her pretty, blonde head, I fucked her face harder and faster. Using my sister's mouth as a glory hole, with me doing all the work, feeling the tension of her full lips sliding up and down the length of my hard cock, it didn't take me long to cum in her mouth.

Cumming and cumming, as if the cum welled up from my feet, from having lusted over my sister for so long, never have I cummed as much. I couldn't believe how much cum I exploded in her beautiful mouth. Finally, thinking that I was done, when I pulled my cock from her mouth, I exploded more cum, a second load, across her pretty face, in her hair, and down her beautiful breasts. Only, as soon as I ejaculated, as if I was a vandal destroying an artist's masterpiece by ruining it with stringy, white strokes of indelible paint, I looked down at my sister covered in my cum. Realizing the wrong I had done to her, already sickened with remorse, I was sorry that I had forced her to blow me. What I could clearly see now that I couldn't see before, the guilt that I suddenly felt was greater than the pleasure that I had just received.

"Oh, my God. What have I done? Susan, please forgive me. I'm so very sorry."

After having watched her strip naked for years and never acting upon my sexual impulses to do more, in an act of incestuous lunacy, as if what I just did was part of my surreal, sexual fantasy, what was once a beautiful loving brother and sister family and working relationship in the field of environmental ecology and conservationism was now ruined. What have I done? If only I hadn't sneezed, she never would have caught me in her closet. If only I hadn't been so attracted to my sister, I never would have been hiding in her closet in the first place to watch her dress and undress. If only I hadn't kissed her, touched her, felt her, exposed my cock to her, and forced her to blow me, none of this would have happened.

As if she was a lifeless rag doll, as if I had shot her with a gun, I watched her collapse to the carpet. Forced to look at all that I did to my beloved sister, she had evidence of my lust everywhere, across her face, dripping from her lips, sliding down her chin, and collecting on her breasts. As if she had just been raped and, no doubt, she was, looking off in a vacant stare, she had an empty expression on her face. I remembered the look. She had the same expression now that she had, when our parents were killed in a car accident five years before, the reason why we were living together again now

"I'm sorry, Susan. I'm so sorry. What have I done? Please forgive me," I said sobbing, while repeating myself, as if I had been a bad child.

Resting on her side in the fetal position, looking as if she was about to suck her thumb, when I reached down for her, she recoiled.

"Don't touch me. Don't you ever touch me again, Tommy. Go! Just go. Take your things and just go. I want you out of this house and out of my life. For you to do what you just did to me, you are no longer my brother," she screamed with tears streaming down her face, while wiping my cum from her face with the back of her hand. "I don't want to see you ever again."

With her lying there so helpless and naked, unable to understand her anger. So twisted and deceived by my incestuous lust for her, I truly thought she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I truly thought she was teasing me and flashing me, when we were in the woods and her blouse was always unbuttoned enough to give me a down blouse view of her bra and cleavage. Maybe as my justification to do what I had done, I suspected she knew that I routinely watched her dress and undress but, obviously, she didn't. How could she not know that I was always watching her get naked, after all of these years watching her? A matter of trust, she trusted me not to peep on her but, now gone way beyond, I broke that bond of trust. 

Nonetheless, in a silent fit of rage, I was tempted to continue what I had started. With the Devil influencing my thoughts and with her already naked, maybe I should fuck her. Always wanting to know what it would feel like to be inside my sister, maybe I should do her now. Now that I forced her to blow me, what difference would it make if I fucked her, too? Then, I thought, what if I made her pregnant? Not wanting to make matters between us any worse than it already was, not wanting to escalate this sexual assault into a police matter, maybe if I left now, she'd find it in her heart to understand and to forgive me one day. Still, with her lying there on the carpet so exposed, as if taunting me, tempting me, daring me to make love to her and really fuck her, it took all the self-control that I had to leave her lying there so naked and vulnerable.

That was the last time I saw my sister, after she threw me out of the house, three years ago. As if my pent up, incestuous lust for my sister invited the Devil in my life, I disrupted the karma of good and invited in evil. Realizing now that it was all my fault and not her fault, I wished I could take the spying, the peeping, and the incestuous lusting all back. I wished I could correct the wrongs that I had done to her. Wishing I had never forced her to blow me, after that one forced blowjob received from my sister, my life was never the same and a lot has happened since then.

With the help of a good therapist and dozens of private and group therapy sessions, I don't sexually fantasize over my sister, while masturbating, any more. Just as I blame myself for my sister never wanting to have anything to do with me, of course, still consumed with guilt and perhaps a stretch, having opened my life to evil, instead of good, ridiculous, of course, but I even blame myself for my parents fatal car accident, too. Had they still been alive, I wondered if she'd tell them how I violated her trust. Suspecting that she wouldn't and never would tell them, before even forcing my sister to blow me, sometimes unable to look my parents in the eye, especially my mother, after having spied on her, too, the guilt of invading my sister's privacy by watching her undress for years before, invaded my heart, as if it was a satanical knife. Believing whatever happened from something so horribly bad was my fault, maybe had I not lusted over my mother and my sister for as long as I can remember, maybe if I had led a better life and been more Godly and brotherly, maybe my parents would still be alive today. I don't know. Whatever the consequences of my actions, I was ready to shoulder the blame.

Then, while working alone in the rainforest, with me no longer there to protect her, my sister was brutally attacked and raped. What comes around goes around and, with me being no different than the man who raped her, the guilt from the rape of my sister weighed heavily upon my shoulders. Sustaining a severe head injury, when she tried to run to escape her attacker, she fell from a 30' cliff, hit her head, and her attacker left her for dead and, nearly, she was. Lucky she wasn't dead, unconscious and naked, fortunately, she was found by a group of hikers. Fortunately for her, she doesn't remember a thing. Fortunately for everyone, they caught the man who did this, when he tried attacking another woman, a cross country runner, in the same area, who just so happened to be an off-duty, female police officer. An expert in Judo, giving him the beating of his miserable life that he so deserved, she beat the crap out of him, when he jumped her from behind. I can only imagine the shocked surprise on his face, when she flipped him, pinned him to the group, and beat him senseless.

A small town crime report buried in the back of the local newspaper, I wouldn't have known what happened to Susan had my friend Dan, a rural police officer in the next county, not called me. Moving away and living on the other side of the country, when I asked him for the gory details, instead of telling me over the phone, Dan faxed me a copy of the attacker's confession. Had I read this confession before my psychological therapy, in the way that I did over the violent details of newscaster Lara Logan being stripped naked and sexually assault by two hundred Egyptian men, I would have been sexually excited and masturbated over the tragic details of the rapist attacking my sister. Fortunately for me, since my therapy, I learned that sexual assault and rape are not sexual crimes but violent acts. Glad that Dan shared the rapist's confession with me, what my sister survived was a real eye opener to what I did to her by abusing her trust in peeping on her, sexually assaulting her by groping her, and raping her by forcing her to blow me. With tears streaming down my face, feeling responsible for her attack, with me not there to help her with her environmental and conservational research, and protect her, while she was working, I read the confession with deep suffering sorrow and gut wrenching sadness.

Confession:

I saw her through the trees and I looked around to see if she was alone or with anyone else. She was alone. I couldn't believe that a woman this beautiful would be alone in this dense part of the forest. Someone who looks like her should always have a man accompanying her to keep people like me away from her. I'll tell you right now, if that was my girlfriend, sister, or mother, I'd never allow her to be in the woods alone.

Hoping she'd continue further away from the main path, she surprised me when she created her own path and walked deeper in the forest, a place where even I had never been before. Not wanting her to know I was there stalking her, I maintained my distance and, ducking behind trees, I even lost sight of her for a while. Then, afraid I was going to get lost, I was about to turn back, when I saw her squatting down over something and writing in her notebook.

"I have a knife," I said, when I grabbed a handful of her long, blonde hair.

When she turned to look up at me, I was taken by her beauty. Expecting her to scream, she surprised me, when she didn't even struggle. Every woman I ever attacked struggled and screamed. With me not being a big man, every woman I attacked fought me.

"Do with me, whatever you want," she said, "so long as you don't hurt me and leave me in peace to do my work. Just don't take my notebook. All my research notes that support my papers are there," she said more concerned about her damn notebook than about safety and about herself.

"Take off your clothes," I said, now figuring she'd scream, make a run for it, or fight.

"Do you want me to remove all of my clothes or just my jeans and panties?"

Saying that so matter-of-factly, surprised me. She said that, as if she had been raped before or as if it didn't much matter, if I raped her, so long as I didn't hurt her and left without taking her damn notebook.

"All of them," I said, since she was asking. "I'd like to see and feel your titties, after I fuck you and while you're sucking me," I said, surprised she was so cooperative, too cooperative. 

"Okay," she said.

Okay? This is bullshit. Now suspecting she may be a cop and this was a police sting, I was wary of her. With everything working so easy, too easy, something just wasn't right. Only, every time I looked around for the men in blue to appear to arrest me, there was no one there but us. Feeling better, when she stripped naked, figuring no cop would remove all of her clothes, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a badge, a gun, or a wire.

As if it was a surreal dream, I couldn't believe the conversation we were having. Never have I raped a woman, who cooperated. Never have I raped a woman who didn't resist or scream. Figuring if she was a cop, but knowing she'd never remove all of her clothes, if she was a cop, I felt relieved, when she stripped naked.

Quickly, I pulled down my sweatpants and poked one of my sneakered feet out of the pant hole, while watching her remove and blouse, bra, sneakers, jeans, and panties, and carefully folding everything in a pile on a rock. For obvious reasons, I don't wear underwear, and wearing oversized sweatpants allows me to remove one leg from my pants without having to remove my sneaker. Wearing tight jeans or removing anymore of my clothes would delay my escape should anyone happen upon me. 

"You have a nice body, lady," I said.

"Thank you, but don't you want to know my name?"

"Nah, no names, lady," I said with a laugh.

"I'm Susan," she said sticking out her hand. "What should I call you?"

"Anything you want, lady," I said looking around, while watching for anyone coming through the trees.

"I'll call you Tommy, then," she said somehow looking smugly satisfied with that name choice.

"Tommy? Yeah, sure, whatever, lady," I said figuring maybe it was her fantasy to have sex with some guy named Tommy.

"Do you want me lying down or bent over?"

Lying down or bent over? Wow, what gives? She shocked me by giving me a choice.

"Lying down," I said wetting her pussy by licking and inserting my fingers inside of her first, before mounting her, as soon as she got on the ground.

To be honest, even though she was the prettiest woman I've ever seen and having the best body that I ever had sex with, it wasn't any fun with her cooperating like that. Sort of like having sex with my sister, it would have been hotter, if she fought and struggled. It would have been hotter, if I had to strip her naked and slap her around a little bit. Still, even though she didn't return my humps and passion, she was a good lay, nice and tight, just the way that I like my women to be. Everything was okay, until she willingly opened her mouth, took me inside, and she started sucking me. Then, as soon as I exploded my load of cum in her mouth, she started screaming.

"Tommy! Tommy! Tommy!"

She kept screaming for this guy Tommy, whoever the fuck he is. Panicked, I figured any second, some big dude named Tommy was going to come running through the forest. Yet, when no one came, I relaxed, until she started screaming again.

"Tommy! Tommy! Tommy!"

"Quiet lady," I said. "What the fuck? Someone will hear you, but she continued screaming, even after I slapped her across the face.

"Tommy! Tommy! Tommy!"

Figuring she wasn't calling for me, I don't know who Tommy was, but I wasn't going to stick around to find out.

"C'mon," I said, trying to calm her down, not sure where I was and figuring she knew better than me where we were. "I'll walk back with you the other way, until we hit the main path. Then, you go your way and I'll go my way."

Only, instead of walking with me, she took off the other way through the dense brush running through the woods naked and screaming.

"Tommy! Tommy! Tommy!"

I didn't know about her falling off a cliff, until seeing it on the news that night and reading about that in the newspaper the next day. Had I stayed away from those woods, the cops never would have caught me. Had I not attacked that cross country runner, some kind of butch dyke, martial arts Judo expert, who turned out to be a cop, I wouldn't be sitting here today in jail and writing this damn confession.

# # #

Wiping the tears from my eyes, feeling my sister's horror, I put the confession down and held my head in my hands, before reading the doctor's report detailing her injuries.

Doctor's Report:

Lucky to be alive, her life altering injuries damaged the part of her brain that holds her long-term memories. With her short-term memories intact, but with her brain permanently damaged, she may regain some small measure of her previous memories, but it's highly unlikely. There has been some progress made with new drug therapy just coming to market and with her being so young and so healthy, she may be a good candidate for that kind of drug therapy but, because the drug therapy is new and not fully tested in the marketplace, it's considered experimental by health insurance companies. Consequently, not paid for by most medical insurances, prescriptions for the drug are very expensive.




Sister, a Friend, a Lover, and Wife



# # #

When I returned home to see Susan, she didn't remember me. 

"Hi Susan."

"Hi," she said with a blank stare and with a look of, who are you?

"I'm Tommy. You're brother."

To look at her, except for her damaged brain, with her bruises and broken bones healed, you'd think there was nothing wrong with her. Only, tragically, even though she can plan for tomorrow, she remembers today, but not yesterday.

Glad that I read the rapist's confession and the doctor's medical report, I felt terribly guilty and fully responsible. Had it not been for me forcing myself on my sister, she never would have been alone in the woods. She never would have been raped. She never would have fallen from that cliff. She never would have hit her head and lost her long-term memory. With no one else to blame but me, it's all my fault.

With her being my next of kin, I did what any brother would do for his sister. Having already gone through her inheritance to pay her medical bills and with the state ready to take the house our parents left us and put her in some sort of long-term assisted living, medical care facility, I took care of her. I hired an agent to rent out our house and whisked her away from Alaska live with me in my house in Massachusetts that I had purchased from my share of the inheritance received from my parents estate. If I had to spend every dollar I had from my inheritance on her healthcare, I would. Only, taking a chance she'd say no. Hoping she'd remember who the Hell I was, while hoping that she didn't remember that I had spied on her undressing and forced her to blow me, I took the chance that she wouldn't run from my house screaming, as she did, when running through the woods from her rapist. After introducing myself to her again, feeling a bit as if she was Drew Barrymore and I was Adam Sandler in 50 First Dates, I explained her dire medical condition and our financial alternatives, before proposing my perfect plan for her to receive the healthcare that she so needed.

"Now, don't take this the wrong way," I said taking her hand in mind, while looking in her big, blue eyes. 

"What is it Tommy? You suddenly look so serious."

"I can cover most of your medical expenses on my health insurance plan," I said with a long pause, while afraid I'd scare her by continuing.

"Yes, but I don't understand how you can cover my medical expenses, your sister, on your health insurance plan," she said looking at me with a face full of confusion.

"I can cover most of your medical expenses, Susan, if you marry me," I said still holding her hand, while watching for her reaction.

"Marry me? I can't marry you. I'm your sister, Tommy," she said with a giggle. "You can't marry your sister," she said looking at me nodding my head in disagreement. "Can you?"

She gave me a look, as if trying to remember someone she knew who married their brother. Perhaps, had she watched as much Jerry Springer as I have and lived in West Virginia, for a short spell, as I did, she'd have firsthand knowledge of a brother marrying his sister was fairly common in some countries, albeit still illegal in most states. Still, a desperate idea that was inspired by my guilty conscience, hoping to give her the medical care that she so needed and deserved to have, having no ulterior motives than to care for my sister, I didn't think it was such a bad idea.

"With you living with me in Massachusetts, on the other side of the country, no one needs to know we're brother and sister. Since I moved here, living alone and working from home in this small western Massachusetts town, no one knows me. With no questions asked, we'll find a justice of the peace in New Hampshire or Vermont and get married on the spot without a marriage license and/or blood tests."

"Okay," she said gleefully, as if agreeing to play a game or take a walk. "I'll marry you, but I'm not going to have sex with you, Tommy, my own brother," she said with a sexy laugh, while biting her lip, as if she was thinking about having sex with me.

Here I go again? Was I misreading her, while hoping that she wanted to have sex with me? Thinking that I was done lusting over her, after having had so much psychological therapy, I suddenly felt a twinge of lust for her that hardened my cock. If she was the aggressor this time and with her being so damn beautiful, therapy or not, I don't think that I could resist her.

"Of course not, Susan. You'll have your own room and bed." And I won't spy on you undressing, I thought to myself, while nearly blurting that out to her.

"Okay," she said. "Then, I'll marry you," she said with glee, as if she was a little girl and we were play acting to get married to be husband and wife. Reminding me of my big sister of old, a genius lacking in commonsense, she was so innocent that way. 

Ready to fly to Vegas, Reno, or Mexico, if a justice of the peace wouldn't marry us in Vermont or New Hampshire, I didn't have to travel very far to marry my sister. I found a justice of the peace in a small western Massachusetts town not far from my house and, for the sake of a few hundred dollars, with no questions asked, no blood tests, and no background check, he married us. Husband and wife, even though we're still brother and sister under the eyes of the law, our marriage was all legal and, once I added her to my health insurance plan, she was eligible to share my medical benefits. 

With comfortable living and sleeping arrangements, with each of us having our own bathrooms, we slept in separate bedrooms, as any brother and sister would. Now, sadly, with her work more of an avocation than a vocation, no longer funded by grants, we even continued with her research together. Only, instead of walking the pristine rainforest of Alaska, we walked the wooded areas of Massachusetts. Just as she'd never be the same, so wouldn't her research and contribution to earth sciences be the same. Nonetheless, I felt some measure of comfort knowing that I was helping my sister and, as the months passed, with the medication working and with her working in the field again, Susan started remembering more and more, bit by bit.

Then, as if our roles were reversed, what comes around goes around in some sad coincidence, perhaps in some perverse homage of my sister's nightly routine, I found myself undressing in the same, slow way my sister did, before taking my shower. Looking up at the ceiling, as if remembering my day, I removed my shirt one slow button at a time. Then, I unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped my pants, before sitting on the bed to kick off my shoes and wiggle out of my tight jeans. I removed my tee shirt, before standing to remove my briefs. Just in the way that Susan always did, when removing her bra and panty, after brushing her hair. Always thinking of the wrong I did to my sister, not happy with the man that I was seeing, I sadly stood naked, while looking at myself in my full length mirror.

Turning one way, before turning the other, even after having had so much therapy, as if rekindled by her living with me again, I was unable to fully remove the lust that I still felt for my sexy sister. Standing there naked and exposed, I couldn't help but think of my sexy sister, while remembering her stripping naked. For sure, being that I'm only human, having an incestuous setback, it didn't help that I was seeing my sister every day, while working and living with her again. Suddenly feeling horny and wanting to masturbate over her in the way that I always had, I thought of Susan naked again. Unable to control myself, I reached down and took myself in hand and fingered the head of my cock, while remembering her undressing in the slow and sexy way she did, when I hid in her closet.

Slowly stroking myself to an erection, I filled my mind with the naked images of my sister's big tits, shapely ass, and blonde, trimmed pussy from the past. Having seen her tits, her ass, and her pussy so very many times were memories that I'd never forget and were something that I could recall in an instant, as if she was still standing before me naked. Then, while stroking myself faster, wanting to cum over the incestuous thoughts of touching, feeling, and groping my naked sister, I remembered her on her knees blowing me. Oh, my God, even though that turned into such a frightful mess, I could use a little sisterly love right about now. 

Then, as if imagining it, as if I were at a concert and the orchestra played the prelude to Peter and the Wolf, I heard the distinct metallic tingling sound of a hanger, before hearing a giggle. I walked to my closet door without realizing that I was still naked. Thinking that there was an intruder in the house, I pulled open the closet door and my sister fell out into my arms.

"Susan! What are you doing hiding in my closet?"

The familiar feel of her in my arms hardened my cock and it was then that I realized that not only did my therapy not work but also that I still wanted my sister, just as I did before, if not even more now. Just in the way that I had hid myself in her closet to ogle her, I couldn't believe my sister was hiding in my closet ogling me. In the way that I had held her with a hand to her ass, while she was naked, I couldn't believe my sister was holding me with her hand to my ass, while I was naked. Only, did she remember that I had peeped on her undressing? Did she remember that I felt and touched her, where no brother should ever feel and touch his sister, while forcing her to give me a slow hand job? Did she remember that I had forced her to blow me? Did she remember me giving her a cum bath? What did she remember? What she remembered, if anything at all, I had no idea.

"I wanted to see you naked, Tommy," she said putting a shocked hand to her mouth in an embarrassed giggle, while staring down at my exposed prick. Then, thinking that all she wanted was to see me naked, turning the tables on me in the way that I once turned the tables on her, she surprised me, when she reached down and wrapped her hand and fingers around my cock, in the way that I had cupped her naked pussy, so long ago.

"Susan, what are you doing?"

"Nice cock, Tommy," she said ignoring my question, while slowly stroking me to an erection and still staring at my cock. "I was watching you playing with yourself," she said with another giggle, "just as I thought, I could do that for him," she said looking up at me with her big, blue eyes. "I'd like to give you a hand job for taking me in, taking care of me, and being so kind to me," she said nodding her head, as if she was inviting me out to dinner as some sort of recompense for being kind to her. "Obviously, with you being sexually frustrated enough for you to masturbate yourself, the very least that I can do for you is to give you some sexual pleasure," she said giving me the same sexual look that I had always imagined her giving me.

A long time sexual fantasy come true, not having to force her to touch me, in the way that I had done more than three years ago, I was invigorated with renewed sexual lust for her, especially after she volunteered to masturbate me. Momentarily forgetting that I was her brother and she was my sister, even after all my private and group therapy sessions that taught me to resist the lust that I had for her, I was now lusting over my sister again. Yet, I persevered in trying to stop her from completely crossing the incestuous line.

"Susan. Stop. No. We can't do this. This is wrong," I said grabbing hold of her hand and stopping myself from saying anymore, while trying to be the strong one. Afraid to remind her that we were brother and sister, afraid that it would stoke a memory that I had once spied on her, felt her, touched her everywhere, and forced her to touch me, before forcing her blow me, it was enough that I temporarily stopped her from masturbating me.

Having second thoughts about blurting our real relationship out, I was about to say that this is incest. I was about to say that you're my sister and I'm your brother, but I didn't. With her hand still around my cock, she started slowly stroking me again in the way that I always wanted to feel her hand around my cock and stroking me. Too sexually excited, just as I didn't possess the self-control to stop her from stroking me, I couldn't bring myself to say anymore than I already had said. Instead, I watched her holding my cock and fingering the head of my erect prick, while slowly stroking me. Seemingly encouraged by my inability to stop her, she continued to stroke me to an even harder erection, while she stared down at my stiff prick, in the way that she examines and analyzes something that she finds in the forest. An obvious understatement, but watching my sexy sister stare at my cock was sexually intoxicating. Finally, after all these years, my sister was as sexually interested in me, as I've always been sexually interested in her. Finally, after all these years, I was about to have consensual sex with my sister.

"Actually," she said letting go of my cock to wrap her arms around my neck, before giving me a kiss. "This isn't wrong, Tommy. Beyond the fact that I'm your sister and you're my brother, I'm your wife and you're my husband," she said breaking the kiss to hold up the gold wedding band in front of my face that I put on her finger at our small and impromptu wedding ceremony.

Before I could protest, before I could even reach for my underwear to cover my nakedness, she kissed me again. What her first kiss was a sister kissing her brother, immediately turned into a deep, wet, sexual kiss of a girlfriend kissing her lover. As soon as her kiss ended, before I could even catch my breath, she pushed me back on my bed. Then, when she reached down to unbutton her blouse, knowing that I'd never control myself from having sex with her, once she started undressing and especially, once she was naked, I halfheartedly tried to stop her.

"Susan, what are you doing? Please don't do this. This is wrong. We can't do this."

"I'm giving you what you hid in my closet to see," she said with a sexy laugh, while giving me a sexy look. "Only, this time, it's on my terms. This time, my striptease is as much for you, as it is for me."

She always surprised me, floored me actually, with something that she unexpectedly remembered. It was encouraging that she remembered me spying on her undressing, but hoping she didn't remember me forcing her to blow me, it was erotically exciting enough that she remembered that I hid in her closet to watch her strip. One slow button at a time, while staring at me, watching me, as much as I was watching her, I watched her unbutton her blouse.

Lost in her sensuous sexuality, no longer able to push her away, my cock came to full life, when my sister exposed the top of her bra and her deep line of cleavage to me. Such fabulous tits, a once familiar sight, it's been a long time, since I've seen her tits and I couldn't wait to see them again. In stunned silence, as if enjoying an orchestra's crescendo heightening the suspense, with my incestuous lust building as much as my cock was hardening, I watched her continue to unbutton one slow button of her blouse at a time, until all of her buttons were unbuttoned. The sight of her removing her blouse in a slow striptease, as I sat naked on my bed with my cock arcing straight up, as if it was imitating the Leaning Tower of Pisa, watching her give me a willing, personal striptease show was something that I always fantasized her doing, when hiding in her closet so long ago.

"You still have your amazing body, Susan," I said reaching out to feel the top of her exposed, soft, big breasts.

"Thank you, Tommy," she said staring at my cock. "Touch yourself, while I strip. I want to watch you masturbate over the naked sight of me," she said with a sexy smile. "I want to see you cum."

Oh, my God, she's such a sexy bitch. Fingering my cock first, just as I didn't want this striptease ever to end, I didn't want to prematurely cum. Slowly, I stroked myself to a stiffer erection, as I watched her unbutton, unzip, and peel down her tight jeans. My favorite outfit to see her wearing, dressed in her sexy bra and bikini panty, seeing my sister in her panties and bra was, indeed, a sight to behold.

"You are so sexy, Susan," I said stopping my masturbating myself to slide my fingers over the impressions her nipples made in her bra, while running my hands down the sides of her slim waist, before reaching around her to cup her firm, round ass.

"Stroke yourself, Tommy. I want to watch you cum. Only, when you're ready to cum, tell me," she said leaning down to whisper her desire in my ear, "so that I can take your cock in my mouth. I want you to cum in my mouth, Tommy. I want to swallow your cum."

Oh, my God. My sister wants me to cum in her mouth. My sexy sister wants to swallow my cum. Are you kidding me? No longer having to force her, too good to be true, I was the happiest brother in the world.

Faster I stroked myself, while watching Susan undress. Slowly she peeled her bra straps from her shoulders, before reaching around behind her to unhook her bra. My familiar drum roll played in my head to build up the suspense, as she ever so slowly peeled her bra cups from her breasts. First one and then the other, to the accompaniment of my imagined symbol crash, she removed her bra and she was topless. To see her naked breasts once again, this time especially and willingly showing them to me, was something that I will never forget, as long as I live. I couldn't wait to touch them, feel them, fondle them, caress them, and suck them. Then, as if the same symbols that clashed at the end of her striptease, when I was hiding in her closet, an even more robust one sounded now, when she peeled down her panty and stood before me nude.

"I'm ready, Susan," I said stroking myself faster, but delaying my ejaculation, until she was on her knees between my legs and had taken me in her mouth.

"I can't wait to suck you, Tommy. I can't wait to taste you, again," she said.

Stunned by her words, she remembered blowing me. How much of that blowjob did she remember? Did she remember that I forced her to blow me? Did she remember me giving her a cum bath? Did she remember everything, before and after, or did she remember having my cock past her lips, before I unloaded my lust for my sister in her mouth. Even though I was shocked by what she just said, wanting to question what she remembered and explain any questions she may have had, I couldn't stop myself from cumming. With a gentle hand to the back of her beautiful, blonde head, I filled my sister's mouth with cum and, just as I did before, as soon as she pulled herself away from my cock, I exploded a second shot of cum all over her face, hair, and breasts. Covered with my cum again, this time, my sister was laughing, instead of crying. As if I had covered her with whipped cream, she wiped my cum from her face with her fingers, before licking her fingers clean.

"Oh, my God, Susan. I'm so sorry, but I couldn't stop from--"

"Oh, Tommy, you bad man, you really gave me quite the cum bath," she said rubbing cum from her eyes, nose, chin, breast, and hair, "but I love it. I love how much you visually show me how much you love me," she said with another laugh. "I only wish I can return the favor by cumming all over you, when you lick my pussy," she said with a sexy grin, while looking down at her cunt.

She didn't have to ask me twice. I pushed her down to the carpet, fell between her legs, and licked and fingered her until she had an orgasm in my mouth and didn't stop until she had another. Then, while she was still basking in the afterglow of being eaten by me, her brother, we started making out, as if we were two horny teenagers, instead of brother and sister. Seemingly wanting to taste herself from my tongue, she appeared more aroused having had two orgasms. Kissing and kissing her, while feeling her everywhere, I was just as sexually aroused as she was. After having time enough to regain my strength, I mounted my sister and made love to her. Something that I always wanted to do so long ago, after watching Susan strip naked, while hiding in her closet, kissing and kissing her, as if we were on our Honeymoon, I was now finally making love to my sister. We were kissing, really kissing, French kissing. Tasting myself on my sister's tongue, to feel her tongue explore my mouth, after my cock explored and came off in her mouth and after my tongue explored her pussy, was my dream come true.




Sister Act



English is not my native language and this story is just fiction.

*****

Venus and Serena Williams were playing a tennis tournament in Miami, Florida. Their father has rented them an apartment there, where the sisters could live together during that week. Also was the father living in the apartment next door for controlling them.

The door bell rang and a UPS guy was handing Venus a small parcel. She opened it and found a video cassette in it and a letter.

Serena took the letter and read it loudly:

Dear Ladies:

As you can see there is a video cassette enclosed to this letter. It's a copy which shows the after - training - activities of last Friday performed by you both.

I was very happy to see that you are enjoying your stay in Miami so much (I saw it very often).

I tapped your dressing - room - adventure just for my own pleasure. Therefore I'm not going to show this tape to the press or anybody else if you do me one favour:

During the next week you will have sex with a few colleagues of yours. I will send you letters with which young ladies you will play around.

How and where you do this, is up to you. You will tape it and afterwards you will give the tape to me.

If you don't follow my instructions the whole world will via TV and Internet see how close your love is.

You'll read from me soon

A HAPPY FAN

P. S. : THANX

They faced each other in shock. Serena pointed to the VCR. It seemed that they had lost their ability to speak.

Venus put in the cassette and pressed the "Play" button. They both were on the screen. The sisters were entering the showers after their training. Both were naked.

Venus pressed "Stop".

"Holy Shit. What the fu... Fuuuuuuuuck", they felt pissed.

"Do you have any idea how we will make the other girls do that with us?", Venus began talking.

Serena was still speechless. Venus continued: "What do you think with whom he wants us to sleep."

"I don't know. The "Junkie" maybe, or the "Russian Bitch". I think they are very popular with men."

"What shall we do?"

"Dad gave us enough pocket money to buy a video camera. We hide it, invite the person we shall tape and then hope she's nice to us."

"Excuse me, but we never ever invited someone to our place, do you remember?" "We say, we changed. We are polite now and want to find friends. Hm?"

"Oh my God. This will be hell."

"I will go to bed now", Serena said goodnight.

Venus stayed, she had something in mind.

The situation had changed. A whole bunch of problems from one second to the other. She pressed the "Play" button again.

The video was of a high quality. It even had sound. You could see both girls very clearly and you could hear them moan.

Venus was sucking her little sister's breasts. Her lips moved from the left nipple to the right and back. Her hands were stroking Serena's ass.

She moved her head down between the legs. The tip of her tongue found the opening while her fingers were playing with Serena'a back door now.

You could hear her moan. Serena threw her head back. She was massagine her breasts. Then she climaxed.

Venus gave Serena a kiss on the mouth, than Serena started licking her sister.

While watching the tape Venus got hot.

She had to masturbate immediately.

She opened the buttons of her blouse. Her nipples were so hard, it was hurting.

She raised her skirt and stroked the inside of her thights. One hand slipped under her panties. She felt her wetness and moaned quietly.

She pushed one finger between her lips and started fucking her pussy.

Soon she moved her hand faster and faster until finally waves of pleasure ran through her body. An orgasm had hit her.

Now she could go to bed, too.

*****

Write me if you want the story to be continued. If yes, tell me who shall appear. Send me one to three names of tennis - girlies. I plan to write three more stories with the three you mentioned most. Dateline is the 31st of July 2001 including.



Sister Act



My younger sister Suzy had always been cute, but when she blossomed into womanhood she became a knockout! I watched with jealousy as the guys began vying for her attention, taking her on dates, kissing her at the end of dates and trying for more (I used to peek thru the blinds and watch her come home). She had always been a flirt, and included me on her list of victims, parading around the house in her bra and panties, or skinny-dipping in our pool when she "thought I wasn't home."

She ended up dating an older guy (around my age) who was a scum bag, cheating on her and generally treating her like crap. It all came to a head yesterday when we had a party at our place. Our folks were gone so we thru a bash, just 20-30 of our closest friends and … well anyone who happened to turn up. Suzy was looking killer, wearing a short leather skirt and a loose sweater that was a touch too small and short; whenever she raised her arms the front rose dangerously, threatening to expose her small pert breasts.

The party went well, good tunes and gallons of booze making it a hit with everyone. But I could see danger brewing as her shit-head boyfriend started making the moves on a blonde skank who lived down the street. He was catching a feel whenever he could, and with the little tube dress she was wearing it was pathetically easy to do. I wanted to throw him out and kick his ass, but Suzy begged me not to. I left for the backyard for a while to cool off.

A few hours later, quite drunk, I went back in the house. Things had slowed down a bit, but there were still a lot of people inside. Noticeably absent were Suzy, her boyfriend and the blonde skank. I finally found them in the games room; Suzy was standing just inside the room, her swaying betraying her intoxication, watching her boyfriend fuck the now naked slut on our pool table. Both the lovers were oblivious to both Suzy and I being there, and we stood there in a daze for a few minutes in shock. Although the sight of the asshole pumping his cock in and out of the slut's wet cunt turned me on (live porno… who can resist?) I started to push past Suzy to kick his ass. She stopped me and pulled me out into the hall.

She drunkenly explained to me that he had been fucking the slut on the side their whole relationship, but that this was the last straw. She asked me to kick him out, but not to hurt him. I grabbed a buddy of mine for back up and we stormed into the room. They tried to separate when I yelled at him, but it was when I grabbed him by his hair and pulled backwards that he was jerked out of her pussy. I hauled his ass screaming to the front door and threw him naked onto the street. Everyone laughed as he ran away, his bare ass visible as he took off down the street. I went back inside to yell at the slut, but found my buddy had already bent her over the pool table and was giving her a "discipline fuck," hard and fast, to show her the errors of her ways; she seemed to be an enthusiastic student.

Suzy had watched the whole scene, and when I came out she mouthed "thank you" and started up the stairs. I followed her as she stumbled up the stairs, figuring she might need some help. A friend of mine stopped me on the stairs to talk, and by the time I got away from him Suzy had already gone into her room. I contemplated not bugging her, but decided this was one of "those times" where interference was important. I knocked lightly on the door, but didn't get an answer so I opened it a crack. Her room seemed empty! I walked in and shut the door behind me and looked around. No Suzy. I was about to leave and search for her when I heard a slight sound coming from her closet, so I wandered over to take a look.

What a sight! There was Suzy, like I had only dreamed of seeing her. She had pushed the clutter in her closet to the sides, and there was my sister kneeling on the floor facing inwards, legs spread, her skirt and panties laying discarded beside her, resting on one elbow, her hand holding her long red hair to one side, her head turned to the side, lips slightly parted. Meanwhile her other hand was stretched back, her index finger fucking her pussy urgently. And to top it off, her pussy was shaved! My sweet innocent sister had a bare cunt! But the jewel of the moment lay on the carpet between her spread knees; a drop of her precious cum, a thin line of juice leading upwards to her partially spread lips; the next drop visibly forming.

Needles to say I was shocked, but I wasn't shocked to feel my cock instantly start to harden! I guess she had gotten as turned on watching her boyfriend with that slut as I had. I was embarrassed and started to back out but I stopped when I realized her eyes were closed and she probably didn't know I was there. I was scared of getting caught, but was so turned on that I hid slightly around the corner, slipped my cock out of my pants and watched her.

She was oblivious to my stroking as she pumped herself with her fingers, moaning softly. I watched as her slick fingers eased in and out of wet cunt, making a slight squishing sound as she did. My eyes roamed over her nakedness, tracing the curves of her ass and thighs, drinking in the sight that I had been dreaming of for years. God she was beautiful! I considered helping her but was too afraid she would freak and leave to actually do it. Her panting came faster, and I watched as she used her thumb to press on her clity, and I knew she was close; I stroked harder to catch up, I wanted to cum with her.

Our hands moved almost in unison as we reached our peak, and as she began to moan out in orgasm I felt the wave hit my groin and I began to spurt my seed. I watched in horror as my cum arched thru the air towards her bare ass! My cum ended up landing between her spasming thighs, splashing to the carpet almost directly on top of her little puddle of cum, our juices mingling together. I fired my load and stood there spent; cock in hand for what seemed like an eternity, watching her finish her orgasm and her chest collapse to the floor. She lay there; ass in the air, panting for a few minutes before she opened her eyes and look directly at me! "Hello brother," she whispered. "I was hoping you'd cum up… now how about you cum in me?" she said with a drunken wink.

I knew the night had just begun...



Sister Act



It was 2006 when I first met Arlene at a Christmas party at a mutual friend's house in Seattle's Queen Anne neighborhood.

Across a crowded room, with Leonard Cohen's "First We Take Manhattan" playing discreetly in the background, I spotted her leaning against the fireplace, lips curled in a half-smile, tall and full-bodied in her late 40's. She had shoulder-length wavy brown hair with little blonde highlights and wore a green silk cocktail dress that bared her well-rounded shoulders and arms. She was nursing a champagne flute and nodding with barely concealed impatience as a 50-something doctor -- whom I knew to be a crashing bore from my work at Swedish Medical Center -- tried to chat her up. Something about her stirred a chord in me.

Finishing off my crantini, I excused myself from the little circle next to the Christmas tree and made my way through the other revellers over to the fireplace. Ignoring the doctor, I approached her from the side and boldly laid my hand on her warm, soft shoulder. "That dress looks lovely on you," I said with a smile as she turned her head.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed with a delight that surprised me. "It's so good to see you. When did you get here?"

"About an hour ago," I said, bemused but not arguing as she wrapped her arms around me. Her full, heavy breasts felt incredible through the silk.

"Would you excuse us?" she said curtly to the doctor. "It's been lovely, but I have to catch up with my girlfriend." He grunted something inaudible and headed for the canapes.

She gave me an unabashed once-over. I could feel her eyes devouring me. I was dressed to kill in new Italian leather boots, black diamond-patterned stockings, and a round-neck, sleeveless black Calvin Klein lace sheath dress. I'd already been propositioned by two married men, one of whom was a former national rowing team star. My friend Janine, the hostess, was well-aware of my habits and had told me I could use the guest bedroom on the second floor if I met anyone I wanted.

"So...do we know each other?" I asked after a long, delicious pause.

"Ha! No," she said, brushing her hair off the side of her face. "I just had to get rid of that guy. And I think I spotted you before you spotted me. You look like a lot of fun. I don't know what it is. Something about you."

"You've got that little sparkle in the eye," I said. "I can always spot a like-minded woman. I'm Frederika, by the way."

"Arlene," she said. "It's a pleasure. You know, I don't know anybody here but Janine."

"Really?"

"Do you remember she used to own an apartment in Bellevue?"

"Oh yes, not too far from one I own, actually."

"Well, I sold it for her a couple of months ago for a very tidy profit. I'm an agent with RE/MAX."

"All makes sense now. Janine and I work together at Swedish Medical Center. Probably 10 years now."

There was something about Arlene that made me feel very comfortable around her. With a flirtatious touch of my hand on her right elbow, I guided Arlene toward a couple of free seats on the leather couch in the corner of the living room.

As we sat down together, thighs touching, Janine bustled over toward us with a tray. "Can I offer you girls another round?"

"Just water for me," I said. "Perrier would be lovely."

"Same for me," said Arlene.

"I'll be right back," said Janine, who always loved to play the gracious hostess.

The music got louder, something by Gwen Stefani. I leaned in to murmur into Arlene's ear. "I'm not much of a drinker, really. I like to save my energy for other pursuits."

"'Other pursuits'?" Arlene said with a sly smile. "I wonder what those could be."

"My job gives me considerable latitude as far as driving around this city -- I suppose much like real estate would in your case. Let's just say that I have my fun when I'm out and about. A lot of fun."

Arlene shifted her body toward me, her ample cleavage on full display. "Well, now you've definitely got my attention. I have a pretty good sense of when someone is making an offer. Very necessary in my business."

Wow. Things were escalating even faster than I'd dreamed.

I smiled at her and was about to reply when Janine returned with our glasses of Perrier. "Look at you two! So cute together. I wish I had my camera. I think Robert took it downstairs. You look just like sisters."

We laughed, exchanged glances and clinked our glasses. Janine bustled off again.

"She's got a point," I said. "Do you have some Irish blood, Arlene?"

"My grandparents are from County Kildare. We went over and visited them a couple of times when I was growing up. Then they moved to New York for my grandfather's work. How about you?"

I produced my driver's license from my purse and showed her my clearly Irish surname. "Any more questions?"

"Actually, I'm bursting with questions," Arlene said. "We're coming up to Christmas, and it's the season to be jolly, so I'm wondering just what kind of fun you like to have in your spare time."

"The kind almost every woman in her 40's would love to be having," I said saucily.

Arlene pressed her thigh hard into mine, aware of but unconcerned with the glances that the nearby men were giving us. "Are you married?"

"Yes. But my husband doesn't know one-tenth of what I get up to. Everyone thinks I'm the quiet one. But I have a very strong, secret, 'fuck-you' side of my personality."

"I'm much the same," said Arlene. "Married five years. But very, very non-monogamous. And bisexual. Does that excite you?"

My cunt was soaked from our low-voiced conversation and I put my arm across the back of the couch, almost cradling her. "I've known I was bi since I was very young. You know what excites me? You do, Arlene."

Her breasts brushed against me as she replied: "The feeling is mutual. And I just have a hunch that you'd be excited to learn that there's more to what I do professionally than sell real estate."

"I want to know all about this," I said. "I want you to tell me about it in the guest bedroom. Meet me there in five minutes."

I rose and confidently maneuvered my way out of the party.

A month later, Arlene and I had gotten to know each other much better. We'd become passionate lovers, regularly meeting for illicit sex in the houses she was selling.

Making out under a heat lamp on the deck of a three-storey 1920's mansion in Madison Park. Sucking each other's big tits for long, lazy, delicious hours on a red velvet chaise in a 25th-floor luxury condo overlooking Elliott Bay. I once got fingerfucked by her in the huge marble bathroom of a beautiful Tudor-style home, where I'd hidden inside a vintage armoire, waiting for a prospective buyer to leave so I could cream like I deserved to.

But that wasn't all. Arlene had tapped into one of my longest-held secret fantasies with the revelation that she worked as an escort on the side. In fact, she told me directly: "I love escorting. I want to do more of it. There is nothing better than acting like the nastiest slut you can imagine and getting paid for it." And when she invited me to join her on an outcall with a shocking premise, I was more than eager to join in. I told my husband I'd be working late that night.

The elegantly dressed older woman slid the envelope across the table to me, and I placed it in my purse and put my arm around Arlene. I'd taken the pseudonym of "Emma" for this outcall, while Arlene was "Ingrid." We were in a spacious, intimately lit suite at the Seattle Airport Marriott. Across the room on the king-sized bed, the woman's husband reclined, wearing just his Donna Karan briefs, a thick partial erection visible through the fabric. Trim with toned muscles, he stroked his length as he listened to us talking.

And no wonder, for Arlene and I were both fully nude. The only thing I had on was a small gold crucifix dangling from my neck. It felt so good and so exhibitionistic to be this way in front of two anonymous strangers who were paying to watch us.

"Thank you for your discretion," the wife said. "So, you two are really sisters. I can see it. How did you two...get together?"

"Ingrid gave me my first orgasm when I was a teenager," I told her. "I was the aggressor. We used to share the same room since we grew up in a small house. One night, after our parents had turned in for the night, I got out of my bed and climbed into hers. I cozied up from behind against this beautiful ass" -- Arlene stood and pivoted to show the woman -- "and I put my arms around her. For a moment, she thought I just wanted to cuddle. But then, when I slid my hands inside her pyjama top and began fondling her nipples, my sister realized I wanted a whole lot more. I'm proud to say that she ate my pussy out for the first time that night. I was sitting on Ingrid's face, and at the very same time, I could hear the sounds of fucking coming from the upstairs bedroom. I came unbelievably fucking hard."

The husband was glued to my every word. He'd now taken out his cock and was stroking it urgently, trying hard not to come but wanting desperately to do so.

"My husband has wanted this for a long time," the wife said. "This is my birthday present to him. One of his biggest fantasies. Two gorgeous sisters who can't get enough of each other."

"We're both bisexual," Arlene said with calm assurance. "We both love taboo. And we both love to perform."

I took her hand and we paraded -- sisters side by side -- over to the bed, and reclined on the duvet, showing off our beautiful, voluptuous, nude bodies.

Smiling with pure pleasure, Arlene turned to me. "Kiss me, Emma."

I slowly extended my tongue from my mouth, making eye contact with both the wife and her husband, before starting to French-kiss her. The husband leaned over us to get a good view. I could feel his fat erection rubbing against my back and I didn't pull away. My hands roamed all over Arlene, and I loved it when she began to squeeze and caress my ass shamelessly.

As previously agreed, the wife took out an old Polaroid camera and took some tight close-up shots as Arlene leaned up and began to suck my left tit. I was groaning with how good it felt. And the audience made it even more exciting.

I reached down and opened my slit so that the wife could photograph that too. I was soaked from Arlene's knowing tongue and the way she manipulated my other nipple with her free hand. I was also on fire from the knowledge that I was cheating on my husband and getting paid for it.

Arlene pulled back for a second. "God, you smell so good, baby. Emma always uses satsuma body cream. Every time I smell it, I think about touching, caressing, and eating her. But first, I'm going to play with her with my fingers."

"I've taken a lot of cocks inside me," I told the husband, looking him in the eye. "I love getting off any way I fucking choose. But nothing feels better than one sister masturbating another sister."

I lifted my ass up to show everyone that I had a thick butt plug inserted firmly inside me. The feeling of fullness was exactly what I deserved. "Like what you see?" I asked the husband challengingly.

He nodded, wide-eyed, pre-come dripping from the tip of his cock.

"Why don't you put that dick in my mouth, you motherfucker?" I said. "I want to be filled completely. Your wife can bring over my purple vibrator, and Ingrid will put it up my cunt. Then my sister will frig me off."

I opened my engorged, unshaven cunt lips wide to accommodate the thick vibrator. I groaned loudly to show everybody just how good it felt as Ingrid thrust it inside and turned it on.

Then I lay back as the husband straddled my face, and I took his cock as deep in my mouth as I could, feeling his heat and the veins standing out.

Arlene squirted a dab of lube on her fingers -- almost unnecessary since I was completely soaked -- and began to rub my swollen clit with a rapid motion diagonally across my bead.

It felt unbelievably good. The wife snapped another Polaroid. Jesus fucking Christ. I was moaning on the bed, writhing like a wild animal.

Everybody was totally focused on me. I began to stiffen up. Arlene was encouraging me on with filth as she masturbated me knowingly: "Come on, that's my little sister. That's my good girl. You like it when your big sis plays with your cunt in front of everyone? You like having me suck your tits like sisters do? Remember how you used to spy on me fucking my boyfriend and I caught you, and invited you in so he could fuck you from behind while I licked your clit? There's nothing better than fucking and sucking with your sister, is there? Is there?"

Arlene's words sent both me and the husband over the edge. I heard him yell out and then he ejaculated straight down my throat, hot, sweet, and thick. I swallowed it all and let out a cry of my own as my climax hit hard. Arlene continued to rub my clit furiously, milking one orgasm after another out of me. As the husband pulled out of my mouth, I let his come trickle out on the pillows -- another nasty sight for his wife to photograph.

We all lay there for a while recovering. Afterwards, the wife ordered orange juice mimosas for all of us from room service. She then consulted briefly with her husband in the other room of the suite, before coming back to inquire: "Would it...be possible for me to join in with you and Ingrid?"

What a way to start off 2007. That turned out to be one of our most exciting outcalls that year, and after that experience, I was lusting for more. And believe me, I got it.



Sister Act



My wife and I had been married for a lot of years and had just celebrated our anniversary when her sister came for a visit. I was very happy to see my sister and we had a wonderful visit. One night after she had been at our place for about three or four days, the two of them decided that they were going to go down to Spokane and do some shopping and gambling. Since I was working and couldn't get the time off, they decided to go ahead by themselves. I didn't mind and thought the two of them needed some quality time together anyway. Well they had some quality time alright, but it wasn't exactly with each other. This is the story I got from my wife, after her sister left and I was finally able to get the story out of her. I'll let my wife tell it.

We decided to go down to Spokane from our home in Canada to do some shopping, HA! We picked the time when my husband couldn't go with us as we didn't want him along anyway. My sister is ten years younger than me and is pretty sexy. She still turns heads where ever she goes. But then so do I. We went down to the city and checked into a very nice hotel and got a room on the 10th floor. We dumped our bags in the room and headed out to a mall out in the valley where I knew Frederick's of Hollywood and Victoria's Secret had stores. We hit both stores, buying lingerie at Frederick's and a couple of really hot dresses at V.S. 

We each bought a pair of boots, mine were black suede and my sisters were red patent leather. Did I forget to mention that they both had four inch heels on them? My husband would have called them "Fuck Me Boots". We rushed back to the hotel and got showers and got dressed in our new outfits, complete with the sexy lingerie. I had a straight black dress that was about three inches above my knees and with the black thigh highs, my legs looked great. Hers was a little shorter and the tops of her red thigh highs were peeking out from under her sequined red dress. She looked awesome and I was really happy that we looked so damn sexy in the new outfits.

We drove out to a new casino on the west side of Spokane. As we drove in I told her.

"We'll use the Valet Service and not have to park the damn car." The two young hunks, that were parking cars, almost lost it when we got out of the car. Their eyes were wide and their tongues were nearly hanging out as we exited the car. My sister was showing a lot of leg to the one on the right side and when I swung my legs out on the left, I gave the handsome stud a real good shot of my panty covered beaver. Of course, we didn't let on that we were doing anything out of the ordinary and we strolled into the casino, causing quite a stir. I saw men doing double takes or simply staring as we walked across the lobby of the casino, our boot heels clicking, and our asses wiggling. We both knew that we were getting the eye from all around us. Shit as we walked by one crap table, everybody at the table stopped and stared. What I am trying to say is "we wowed 'em."

We continued across the casino to the buffet room and got a table very quickly. We both had a nice steak but not much more. We didn't want to stuff too much as we wanted some more action after we ate. After dinner with which we had a bottle of a really nice wine, we went back into the casino area and into the bar. There were some really nice chairs at the small tables but they were quite low. As we sat down, every fucking male eye in the bar was on us. The chairs caused our knees to be higher than our ass and every time we crossed or uncrossed our legs, all the guys eyes swiveled our way. We each ordered a short liqueur to settle the meal, and within a few minutes several more drinks arrived, compliments of some of the men at the bar. 

We lifted our glasses to a couple of the best looking guys, thanking them for the drinks. I really liked the look of one guy, he was in his early forties I think, about six three and maybe 200 lbs., black hair, with some grey shooting through it. His eyes never left my legs except to stare into my big blue ones. My sister caught the eye of a dude that was a bit younger, but was built like a weightlifter. I don't care for muscle bound guys, but she does, so we talked about it and gave the two we wanted to sit with us the eye and they came over to the table. We introduced ourselves and their names were Bob and Casey. We had several more drinks and even danced a few times with them, as there was a live band there on that Friday night. I told Bob that I wanted to gamble a little bit, so we left Casey and my sister at the table and went out to the blackjack table. 

Now I had never played Blackjack before so Bob, got in close with me and helped me with the cards. He knew what he was doing and inside of an hour I had won five hundred dollars. All the time we were at the table, he had his hand on my back, and every now and then he would let it drop down onto my nice round ass. I started getting pretty aroused as he caressed my ass in full view of the rest of the casino. He knew that I was married as I kept my rings in full view all the time, but it didn't matter a whole lot to him. He was standing by my stool and I noticed a pretty large tent in his slacks. He was getting a roaring hard on. I let my leg swing against him several times, letting him know that I knew he was getting a boner and that I was enjoying what he was doing with my ass. When I hit the five hundred dollar mark, I swung around to him and said,

"That's it Bob, I quit. Let's go back into the bar." He stood there for a few minutes and by the time I had cashed out, his cock had softened and he could walk across the casino with me. I was getting a kick out of is acute discomfort. When we got back to the bar, my sister was no where in sight. I asked Bob to go over and ask the bartender if he knew where she went and he came back with a note. It read, "Sis,

Gone back to the hotel, we'll see you there." I looked at Bob and asked if he wanted to go back to the hotel with me. I think he nearly fainted.

"Oh yeah," he said. "Very much."

We left the casino, in my car with me driving. Nobody else drives my car. We arrived at the Hotel within about ten minutes and went up to the room. In the elevator, we were standing close together and he leaned over and kissed me. I kissed him back with every thing I had. I shoved my tongue into his mouth and sucked his into mine. We were still kissing, his hands clamped tightly on my ass, when the doors opened on our floor. I loved the feeling of what felt like a pretty large cock as he ground his crotch into my stomach. With the high heels on, I fit perfectly against his cock. Nothing drives me crazier that feeling a hard cock grinding against my pussy and believe me, by the time that elevator reached the tenth floor I had rubbed my cunt over every inch of his cock.

We broke apart as the doors swooshed open and walked hand in hand down the hall to our room. I used my card to open the door and when I walked in, all I could see was Casey slamming his cock into my little sister. She was getting pretty vocal as he banged her quim, begging him to fuck her harder, faster and deeper. Bob touched my shoulder and said, 

"Let's get another room." I told him.

"You go down and get another room and I'll stay here and watch."

He left the room and I turned back to the wild fucking my sister was getting on the big bed. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his power packed ass and Casey was using the whole eight or nine inches of cock with every stroke. Christ this guy was really hung. I stood there leaning against the wall as they two of them fucked each other's brains out. I couldn't help it when I pulled up my skirt and started playing with my clit. The scene in front of me was so fucking hot. It didn't take me very long before I had a really nice orgasm, but I was really wanting some stiff cock myself. I turned and opened the door and started walking back down the hall toward the elevator, my cunt aching and quivering. With lust. 

Just before I got to the elevator, the doors opened and out stepped Bob, with a card in his hand. We were right next door to the room where Casey and my sister were balling. We hurried back down the hall and in seconds we were in the room and in each other's arms. I was so hot and ready for some serious fucking, but Bob turned out to be one hell of a lover. He held me and kissed me for what seemed forever, slowly removing each article of my clothes, his mouth never leaving mine. I pulled back from him as my dress fell to the floor in a heap. I was standing there in my thigh highs, boots, panties and bra. Not that you could actually call them a bra or panties either. They were really just wisps of cloth, see through cloth, and they covered very little. Bob unhooked the bra in the front, and let it fall into the same pile as my dress, his shirt and slacks. The bulge in his shorts was awesome and I knew I was in for some good sex tonight. But he wasn't ready yet. He pushed me back onto the bed and pulled my panties off. 

"Baby, you have one beautiful pussy," he told me. I turned three shades of red as I realized that I had never been in this situation before. I had never fucked around on my husband, but tonight I was ready to do anything this man wanted me to. Bob lifted my boots up into the air and literally dove face first into my snatch. I felt his lips kissing the lips of my cunt, his nose moving around in my cunt hair. Then I felt his hot...hot...hot tongue slip into my pussy and slide up and down the slit. God, his tongue was going almost as deep as my husbands cock does. 

My husband likes to eat pussy too, but he was nowhere as experienced as Bob was. Bob was a master. He had me in heaven in nothing flat and I was cumming and cumming and cumming. I had at least five or six orgasms while this cunt licker ate me out. I was making a hell of a racket too. I was moaning and yelling...."Ohhhhh God....Eat me baby, suck that cunt....Oh fuck I'm fucking cumming again." and on it went. I didn't think he'd ever stop sucking and licking my steaming pussy and when he raised his head, his eyes boring into mine, I held my breath. I knew what was coming next. 

Bob crawled upward toward my face, his eyes holding mine and I could see the slick pussy juice all over his mouth, nose and chin. He had buried his face in my cunt and I had loved every second of it. 

He had removed his shorts while he was eating my cunt and I could feel the head of his cock bumping against my thighs as he came closer to my face. He kissed me and drove that maddening tongue into my mouth. God, I could taste my pussy juices on his tongue and feel it on his face as his mouth worked my lips over. I was going totally wild with lust when I felt the head of his cock touch the lips of my cunt. My cunt was open and ready. The head of his joint slipped between the lips of my wet and ready pussy and he shoved about four inches of cock into me. I realized that he was bigger than my husband's cock, much fatter.....and I could feel my cunt spreading was he slipped inch after inch into me. Bob pulled his cock back and slowly shoved it into me again, and again and again, setting up a smooth rhythm. He would fuck me slowly, then pick up his speed and force more cock into me. 

He had passed into virgin territory a good while back. I was getting more cock than my husband had ever given me and he wasn't all the way in. I felt an orgasm building rapidly and with a scream of pleasure, I erupted under him. At the same time, he drove the rest of his cock into me. I was orgasming one time right after another. I had four orgasms within two minutes because of his mind blowing fucking. He was just exactly at the right spot, the right angle and the right size to make me go completely mad with lust. I was throwing my ass up at him every time he slammed that heavy cock into my cunt. I had my legs in the air, my boots waving around and my arms wound tightly around his waist, reaching down and grabbing his ass as he pumped in and out of my pussy. I was getting the best fucking I had ever had and I think I was giving him the best piece of ass he ever had too. 

I felt something I had never felt before. Bob pushed his cock all the way into my love box and held it there. His hands held my ass tightly up against his cock and I could feel his nuts tickling my asshole. What I was feeling was Bob's cock swelling, it was extending in girth and length, it was getting ready to explode with a big load of cum. I hunched against him anyway and wrapped my legs tightly around his ass, the heels of my boots banging against his ass cheeks. I felt the head of his cock touch my cervix, the bastard was as deep into my cunt as he could go. 

Then I heard him groan and felt his hot cum blast out into my quivering cunt. It felt like hot bullets squirting into my pussy. I had never actually felt cum squirt into me before but I could feel this fuckers. Spurt after spurt shot into my cunt and as Bob began to pump me again, I could feel it squeezing out around his cock and running down the crack of my ass. My God it was unbelievable. I had never had a fuck like this one and it wasn't over yet. Jesus, his cock was still hard and he was beginning that same beautiful rhythm all over again. My husband can't possibly fuck for a couple of hours after he shoots a load in my cunt but Bob was still hard and still fucking. I prayed he would never stop. 

Bob fucked me seven times that Friday night before I finally passed out from sheer exhaustion. He fucked me in the missionary position, doggy fashion, even standing up, with my back against the wall...he drove his cock so deep in me that I thought I was gonna bust in two. I have never enjoyed a fuck like he gave me that Friday night. God I hoped I see him again, and if I do, I will drop my panties for him any fuckin' time he wants it. I wouldn't give a damn whether my husband was there or not. I also did something else with Bob that I love to do....I got about half his cock into my mouth and took one of his big loads, just as I took him down my throat. I had never sucked a guy off before, but that time I did, and I am glad I did. Bob had given me the fuck of my life. 

When I woke up, he was gone and I was aching all over. My cunt was sore as hell, my tits had love bites on them and the inside of both my thighs were rubbed from whisker burn as was my chin.

I got a shower and got dressed, then went next door and checked on my sister. When I walked in, there they were, sprawled across the bed. I walked up and touched my sister, gently waking her. She opened her eyes and looked at me. She had dried cum on her tits, on her face, in her hair and her pussy was still matted with wet cum. I handed her a robe and we went next door and she got a shower. Then we went back and threw Casey the hell out of the room...not even letting him get a shower. He was so tired from all the fucking he had given my sister, he was wobbling as he walked toward the elevator. That's the story... 



Sister Act



Have I mentioned that Trish has a big sister? No, I thought I hadn't. In fact, I didn't really register the fact myself until our wedding, when Sue turned up along with the rest of Trish's immediate family.

I took a bit of a shine to her immediately – she was a very no-nonsense sort of person who obviously didn't put on any airs and graces. Trish's family were a bit "upper-middle-class" in their general attitudes, and they gave me the feeling that they didn't really approve of me all that much as a new relation (it turned out that her previous boyfriend had been the heir to a fairly major business empire, and I guess a penniless computer programmer didn't seem much compared to that); but Sue was a welcome exception.

Although she was three or four years older than Trish, she was still a single lady. 

"She's always been a bit of a loner," said Trish. "Not that she's against men or anything – she just doesn't seem all that bothered. Bit studious, I suppose you'd say – I think she'd usually prefer to curl up in a chair with a book than with a bloke. 

"And then, of course, she's a professional business woman, so her career takes up a lot of her time."

And our wedding was the last I saw of Sue for a year or two. Then one day, out of the blue, the phone rang and it was the lady herself. She was coming to our part of the world to attend a conference on something or other, and was after scrounging some sleeping space to save on expenses. I handed the phone over to Trish, and it was soon arranged that Sue would stay with us from the following Thursday night through till Sunday (the conference was on Thursday and Friday). She was to go back home on the Sunday morning, so that she and Trish could spend a day together shopping and suchlike on the Saturday. Apparently her company would pay a "host allowance" to employees who stayed with family or friends – it saved them a bundle compared to hotel bills, and allowed the guest to contribute to the entertainment expenses.

So on the Thursday evening, Sue turned up at our door in a taxi, with a holdall and a briefcase in hand. She'd come straight from her conference, having travelled up from London that morning early, and she was well tired; so we showed her the spare room, offered her a shower if she wanted, and told her to put her feet up on the sofa while Trish and I got on with doing the posh dinner we'd planned to get on the strength of her allowance. 

A moment later, though, before she went into the shower, she popped into the kitchen and handed over a bottle of what looked like pretty reasonable wine, as a further contribution to go with the meal. And I must say that, with her coat off, I found her smart white business blouse (which she'd evidently been wearing in rather warm and sweaty conditions) was an attractively filled sight. 

This was, remember, the days when "liberated ladies" were the fashion leaders; no woman under 40 (age or bust size) wore a bra that was obvious to the eye; and even quite conservative women often didn't wear one at all, if they had the figures for it. I can even remember overhearing my Mum, talking to Trish once when they thought the blokes were out of earshot, confessing that she'd been tempted to try going braless once or twice, but hadn't quite had the nerve to try. Which was probably a pity for my Dad, as my mother had a pretty good figure (still has, for that matter). 

In fact, I have to say that that's one thing I really don't like about modern fashions – women wear such obvious underwear these days, and I very much prefer the "natural" look.

Anyway, as far as I could tell at a quick glance, Sue believed she had the right sort of figure to go braless. So did I, for that matter! She was about 3-4 inches taller than her sister, and bigger built in general, but with a very firm-looking figure as though she exercised regularly. But I had the feeling that she probably didn't realise that because she was a bit sweaty, her blouse was clinging to her a lot more than its makers may have intended! 

Funny, really – Trish, who was showing herself to be quite a raver in the right circumstances, was still inclined even now to be a bit conservative as regards her underwear, at any rate in public. Yet, as far as I could see, her supposedly "prim and proper" older sister was actually more in touch with fashion than Trish was, at least in her attitude to undies. Oh, dear, what a pity! Trish, of course, noticed where my eyes had been straying.

"Oi!" she said, as soon as she was sure Sue was out of earshot, "You keep your eyes where they belong – Sis is off-limits to you, you bloody sex maniac!"

"What," I asked, all innocent-like, "even if she wants not to be?"

Trish gave me a straight look. "Oh, sure," she said sarcastically, "I'm sure my stodgy old big sister will be just gagging for a quick session with you. In your dreams, Dave!"

I decided not to mention whose feet I'd seen on the stair for a moment, just as Trish was saying that. Sue must have heard her sister talking, but she'd evidently decided to go back upstairs and make out she hadn't. Oh, shit! I hoped Trish and I hadn't upset her!

Well, a few minutes later she reappeared, and it seemed we hadn't. Sue came back down again, having taken a shower as suggested, and now wearing something more casual (and, worse luck, less revealing). 

I poured a sherry for us all, and sat her down in the lounge to look through the record collection and find something to put on the hi-fi. Meanwhile I popped back into the kitchen to give Trish her drink.

When I came back, Sue was pulling out one of our few classical LPs, confirming my initial opinion that she really was a bit on the starchy side. I put it on for her (no bloody woman gets near my hi-fi, apart from Trish!) and then I sat down to keep her company. We chatted about this and that for a while, until Trish called me into the kitchen to help serve.

Well, I thought no more (well, not much more) about my fantasies over dinner. Sue was a good conversationalist, and we really had a very pleasant meal. She'd had a long train journey that morning, and she regaled us with a very funny account of several minor disasters that had happened on the way, which had conspired to make sure that she was not at her best for the first day of her conference. Amidst all the talking and joking, however, I was sure I caught her eye on me more than once. I began to think she had some fantasies of her own in mind.

But when we finished the meal, she was obviously still very tired. To my disappointment, she excused herself and went straight upstairs to bed, to read herself to sleep. And that was that for that night.

- o -

The next day, Sue was to be off bright and early to the second day of her conference. She'd told us she was to make a presentation this morning, and she wanted to make quite sure she was there in good time and well-prepared. 

And she'd obviously brought two of those business blouses, since she was once more smart and crisp. As far as I could tell from a quick look over the breakfast table, she was still staying in fashion undies-wise, as well; but with the blouse being all fresh and crisp, and even starchier than her, it was even less easy to be sure than it had been the previous night.

As she went out the door, Sue warned us that she might be a bit late as she would probably stay on for a few drinks with her colleagues, but she promised to be back by eight for dinner.

I dropped her off at the station on my way in to work. She'd already said she'd get a taxi back to our place again in the evening, as she wasn't sure which train she'd be coming back on.

- o -

Anyway, when I came back that evening, a bit late myself as I'd had rather a lot to do to clear up at the end of the week, Trish was once again busy in the kitchen. I think having her big sister to stay was making her want to prove what a competent housekeeper she was! It was about seven, and Sue wasn't back yet, but we weren't really expecting her for another hour or so, anyway.

I lent a hand with the preparations, and we got the meal to a stage where it only needed the finishing touches applied, which wouldn't be done till Sue got back. 

That done, I took an opportunity that had been denied me for the last 24 hours or so by her sister's restraining presence, and gave Trish a good groping. 

One thing led to another, and before long she was sat on the kitchen worktop, her skirt round her waist, her knickers on the floor somewhere behind me and her legs over my shoulders, while I knelt in front of her and gave her a good licking-out. She was just shuddering to a climax when we heard the doorbell ring.

"Phew! That was good timing!" grinned Trish as I slid back away from her and wiped my face quickly. "I'd have been seriously peeved at her if she'd arrived a minute or two earlier!" 

She slid off the worktop and straightened her skirt, and went to the door to let her sister in. I got up and made a quick dash to the loo to rearrange my wedding tackle. 

I was seriously peeved at Sue; I must admit I'd been hoping that she would delay her arrival a bit longer, so that Trish could return the favour. But that's life, I guess.

Now, gentle reader, if you were paying attention to the last paragraph or two, you may have realised that we'd forgotten about something. Well, Trish and I hadn't noticed – but Sue soon did. She hung up her coat and asked, "What's that delicious smell?" She followed her nose into the kitchen, nattering to Trish as she went, and the first thing she saw was her sister's panties lying in the middle of the floor, where we'd both managed to fail to notice them when the doorbell rang!

"Why!" she grinned, picking them up and waving them in Trish's direction, "What have we here? What have you been up to in the kitchen, little sister? You naughty girl! How very unhygienic! And what's that damp patch on the worktop there?" At that moment I came back from the toilet and was treated to a real first; never before had I seen Trish blush scarlet! She made a grab for her drawers, but Sue held them up out of her reach, chuckling at her sister's embarrassment. 

Then she saw me behind Trish, and quickly chucked them to me before Trish could intercept them. "Here, Dave – I'm sure you took them off her, so you'd better keep hold of them for now!" she chortled. I caught them and stuffed them into my pocket. Trish pouted at Sue. "Just like when we were at home together," she said, "You could never keep your hands off my stuff! Bitch!" 

It was clear from her behaviour that Sue was in a very different mood from the previous night, and a drink or two after her day had obviously loosened her up quite a lot. When Trish mentioned that, all she said in reply was, "Well, you'd better keep your hubby on a tight leash, then – I could quite fancy him, actually." And she promptly turned to me and gave me a (fairly enthusiastic) quick kiss. Hmmm. She tasted nice, even with a bit of booze on her breath.

And with that, she shot off upstairs to shower and change. And soon came back down with a bottle of wine from her briefcase again – but this time she was halfway through changing when she remembered it, apparently. 

Well, that was her excuse for coming back down with her blouse half-unbuttoned (far enough to reveal plenty of cleavage anyway), and only a waist slip on, having already taken off her skirt. 

Yes, she was definitely keeping up with the fashion of the day. I didn't actually get to glimpse more than the curve of her tit through the opening of her blouse, but she certainly wasn't wearing a bra!

Trish, who was already boggled by Sue's larking about with her knickers, looked absolutely gob-smacked at this. When big sister had dashed off upstairs again, she turned to me and whispered, "I don't know what's got into her! I've never known her to behave like this! You know, I've got the definite feeling she's making a play for you – she knows me well enough to know I'm not the jealous type, I suppose."

"That's about what I reckoned," I grinned, "but she's your sister. What I want to know is, if she comes on to me like it looks like she's going to, do I have official permission to go with the flow?"

Trish looked as thoughtful as I've ever seen her. "I really don't know. I think today must have gone very well for her – we'll have to ask her, won't we? And now she's distinctly tiddly. I mean, if she's really smashed, it wouldn't be fair to let her do something she'd regret when she sobers up, would it? 

"But on the other hand, I don't honestly think she's really as pissed as she's making out. I reckon she's using it as an excuse to let it all hang out a bit.

"And now I come to think of it, she did used to be a bit of a hellion when we were quite young together – we even tried snogging a bit with each other once or twice, after we read a sympathetic reply about lesbianism in some mag's agony aunt column. Never came to anything really, but I'd quite forgotten that till this moment!

"Yeah, come to think of it, it was only when she left home that she seemed to get sober and strait-laced, and I assumed she'd decided to go all formal. Maybe there's a human being inside that shell after all. 

"Hell, yes, if you can get us both in bed together, I'm game if she is!"

"Yeah," I continued, "but how about if she's a little less, er, adventurous than us, and just wants me?"

"Ah." Trish thought for a moment. "No, sod that for a game of soldiers. I guess I'll share my husband with my sister if she wants me to be generous for a night and she's feeling lonely, but I'm buggered if I'll hand you over to her completely. If Sue wants to shag you, she'll have to agree to a threesome."

"Uh-huh," I said, "well, if them's the rules, that's OK by me. But you can help. Nip up now, there's a good girl, and slip into something more interesting – let's get the mood set properly!" You may think all this was assuming an awful lot just from Sue coming downstairs tipsy and half-undressed – but I really did have an idea that she had something more than just dinner in mind this evening. Of course, the fact that as she handed the wine over to me, she'd brushed against me in a way that pulled her blouse a bit further open and pressed the curve of her boob against my arm had nothing at all to do with this feeling! Trish went off to get changed herself. Then I heard her pop into her sister's room for a couple of minutes. They came downstairs more or less together.

Yes, Sue definitely did have something in mind. What a change! She seemed to have decided that my reaction to a bit of cleavage was a good indicator – she'd put on a deep plunge-necked blouse now, with a V that went down nearly to her navel, and made it abundantly clear that she was continuing her no-bra theme. And the skirt was slit too, although not all that high – only to mid-thigh or so. In fact, I realised later, it was one of her business skirts. It had this concealed slit that looked like it was just the seam while it was buttoned up, but it could be unfastened to make it a bit more interesting for evening wear. And it had been, and was.

Sue had also done something with her hair. She'd let it down, teased a couple of locks out of it, and in the way that women somehow manage, it now looked completely different. Total transformation: from a brisk businesswoman to a very attractive and sexy siren!

Trish hadn't let me down, either; she'd decided to match her sister in "formal." She was wearing the evening dress that George had remodelled, with the laces down the sides; as ever, it was abundantly clear that there was nothing under it except Trish. Sue was very admiring – of course, she'd known that dress in its previous incarnation, as it were, and she evidently approved of its transformation.

Also, Trish had put some jewellery on, as had Sue. In fact, I think Trish had lent some of hers to Sue – I was sure I recognised those earrings. Anyway, we sat down to dinner. The wine that Sue had brought was excellent, and went with the meal beautifully. And I think we'd have got quite high just on the company, even without wine – it was one of those evenings that just seem to flow. Mind you, I dare say I was too obsessed with the possibility of what might happen later to be paying that much attention to the meal anyway! When we'd finished eating and cleared away the dishes, and got ourselves a glass of brandy each, Sue suggested that we have a game of cards. Fine, I thought – but even with the hints she'd already dropped, I was quite surprised when she suggested strip poker!

And Trish protested. "Oi, I'm only wearing one thing – that's not fair, Sis!"

"Rubbish!" her sister declared. "You've got one dress, and let me see – two ear-rings, one necklace, one ankle chain ... and two shoes – that makes seven things. No less than I've got on!"

Now that gave me something to think about. Sue was wearing (visibly) a blouse, a skirt, shoes, and if we were counting jewellery the ear-rings I'd mentioned and a bracelet – well, that added up to seven. Bloody Hell! If she was counting jewellery as she had on Trish, she was wearing no more underwear than Trish was – and making a point of letting us know subtly!

"OK," I said. "Well, let's see. I've got a shirt, trousers, pants, and socks and shoes – so I can make seven as well, so long as we don't count my wristwatch. Seems fair to me – yeah, you're on, Sue."

Trish scowled a bit, but agreed reluctantly (well, she made it look reluctant, anyway).

We started playing. I won't bore you with the mechanics, but after half an hour or so the girls had lost their jewellery and shoes, and my shirt, socks & shoes had gone. Sue was just in her blouse and skirt (and anything under it, if she'd been having us on), Trish was down to nowt but her dress, and I was left in my trousers and underpants. So in fact, we were all still completely decent – but all the safety margin was gone, so to speak.

We'd all finished our brandies, and when I dropped out of the next hand early on, I went to pour us another. Sue lost that hand. As I came back to the table (I was sitting opposite her with Trish on my right) she shrugged and reached down to fiddle with her fastenings. 

She undid her skirt, lifted her bum slightly and slipped it down. Then she crossed her legs very quickly. And for fear of ogling too obviously, I was already sat down again, with the table in the way; I couldn't see from there whether she did have her knickers on, or not!

Well, I lost the next round and my trousers, and we were now down to one item of clothing each, as far as I could tell (or perhaps two for Sue, if I was just imagining things about her being knickerless.)

I dealt the next hand. Although my cards looked quite good to start with, I ended up losing the hand, and my underpants were forfeit. Shit, me first for the birthday-suit brigade! I slid out of my pants as discreetly as Sue had disposed of her skirt, and hoped John Thomas would be polite enough not to peek over the edge of the table quite yet. The way I felt, that might be asking a lot of him! I tried very hard to concentrate on my cards.

Now, this was where a camera would have been good, I suppose. Taken from behind me, you'd have seen that I was starkers, while Sue and Trish appeared to be fully dressed; Trish still had her dress on, and as far as anyone could see from my side of the table, Sue was also still quite decent.

Sue and Trish were still playing the hand out, though. Eventually Sue won. Trish looked at us, grinned, and said, "I'll be generous, since Dave's already down to nothing and you're not much better off, Sue – I'll take two things off!" Eh? She only had one thing left on!

Oh, what a bitch! She carefully unthreaded and removed the lace first on one side of her dress, then on the other. And all the time, she made sure that she was still covered. That notional photographer would now be able to see a lot more of her, but her dress still technically (just) covered the interesting bits. 




Sister Act



It was Sue's turn to scowl. "Hey, that's not fair – we were supposed to have seven things each to take off!"

"Who set that as a rule?" asked Trish. "I didn't hear anyone say so!"

Sue and I looked at each other. Well, I suppose technically she was right. We'd said we had seven items, but we hadn't said that was the limit of our stakes. Damn!

One more hand, then, with me praying for the cards to fall the right way.

My prayers must have been good – I found myself dealt a full house straight up, with no need to draw. Judging by their faces, neither of the girls had much of a hand.

And I won the hand. Sue and Trish looked at each other. Trish simply stood up, lifted her dress off her head and let it drop, and stood there in all her glory. Sue grinned at her, then at me. She caught my gaze and held it. Her hand went to her blouse buttons, and slowly started to undo them. 

It didn't take her long – there were only two to undo at the bottom of the V-neck; but she carefully kept the blouse closed so it covered her knockers. Still, I could see a definite case of chapel hat-pegs pushing at the material. Looking me in the eye all the time, she took the sides of her blouse and made a couple of false starts at opening it, as if she was shy ... but I could see from the look in her eye that she was anything but. 

Then her eye dropped to the tabletop on my side ... Oh, shit! Percy's interest in the proceedings had become all too obvious – he was peeping over the edge!

"Always glad to see a fan!" she chuckled, then stood up and removed the blouse in one smooth movement. No, she didn't have any pants on, and yes, she was as gorgeous as I'd imagined.

"OK, now what?" she asked. "Seems to me we're onto forfeits if we carry on playing!" Saying which, she sat down again, gathered in the cards and dealt another hand.

Trish and I looked at each other – obviously she'd no more thought about what came next than I had. We shrugged at each other with raised eyebrows, and sat down again.

Sue won this hand. "Right, I get to set you two a forfeit!"

She thought for a moment and grinned. "Trish, you go and sit on Dave's lap, and stay there till the next round's over. You'd better sit side-saddle, if you see what I mean, so you don't see each other's cards."

Trish came and did as she was told. I couldn't bend Percy down enough to get him out of the way between my legs, so she had to sit with him hard against her thigh. We didn't actually try to "impale" her as she sat down – it didn't feel as though we were quite at that stage with Sue yet!

"Hmmm," Trish said, grinning at Sue, "it's a bit uncomfy here – there seems to be something hard in the way ... what d'you think it might be?"

"Don't ask me, dear, you're the married lady!"

Trish dealt the next hand, and with some difficulty we managed to play without seeing each other's cards. This time she won, and got back into her own chair. "Right," she said, "Even Stevens – your turn, Sue. Same forfeit. And Dave, don't you dare even touch her with your hands!"

Now, this was the telling moment, I felt. Would Sue chicken out at this point? After all, so far all she'd done was to flash her assets at us; would she go as far as a bit of body contact? If she did, then surely we were on for a fun night!

She did. We were.

Very demurely, she got up from the table, stepped round to my side and sat across my lap, just as Trish had. Although to be fair she did sit a bit nearer my knees, so that Percy was only lightly brushing her thigh, rather than making a dent in it as he had with Trish. 

Oh, Christ! My best friend was not just straining, he was at severe risk of exploding. I tried desperately to do times-tables in my head – or count the pips on my cards – or any damn thing other than thinking of this gorgeous bird sat naked on my lap!

"You know, Trish," she said, "you're right – there is something hard in the way here. I wonder what it could be – any ideas?"

"Search me," replied her sister, grinning.

"I think searching Dave would probably be more productive, dear. But maybe if I press against it I can squash it out of the way," she mused out loud. She sort of sashayed sideways along my legs towards me, and now Percy was under as much pressure as he had been with Trish. And I could feel a damp patch on one thigh where she'd smeared her pussy against me – she must be getting nicely wet!

"No, that doesn't seem to work. If anything, it seems to have got harder. Oh well, never mind, let's get on with the game. I'm sure it'll go away in time."

Now it was my deal. Ever tried to deal cards while avoiding touching an attractive naked lady who's sat on your lap pressing up against your willy? Believe me, it's not easy!

Still, I managed. And I managed not to come all over my sister, which was a good deal more difficult, not helped by her slowly tensing and relaxing her buttock muscles as she sat there. If there was one thing certain, it was that I was getting all the right signals. 

Anyway, this time I won the hand. Sue got up again with a last little wriggle of her thigh against my prick, and returned to her place. Now, what could I lay on these two as a forfeit that wouldn't be going too far, but would keep the mood going? Ah, I know!

"Right, my turn to set the forfeit! Sue, you go and stand behind Trish's chair, pressed up against it. Trish, you lean back a tad so that your head's against her chest. You'll have to keep your cards right down in your lap, Trish, but I'm sure you can manage!"

Yup, that worked just as I'd calculated – when Trish put her head back a little, Sue's tits were at just the right height to rest on Trish's shoulders. They both realised what I was after, and seemed willing enough to comply. Sue leant forward slightly and pressed against her sister's back, and Trish moved her shoulders slightly and sat up a bit so that she was nicely nestled between Sue's boobs – which, being more generous that Trish's, benefited nicely from the support. From my point of view, it was a knockout!

It even worked for keeping their hands concealed from each other; Trish's own knockers hid her cards from Sue, as long as she kept them (the cards that is, not her knockers!) well down in her lap.

This round, I got knocked out first. As I folded my hand, Sue gave a little grunt of satisfaction; and then a slight squeak of surprise, as Trish turned her head and administered a quick peck of a kiss to the handiest part of her sister's anatomy. I hadn't been supposed to notice that, I don't think.

"Well played, Sis!" Trish exclaimed. And then proceeded to win the hand anyway. As Sue went to move back to her place again, though, Trish turned slightly and gave her a much more definite and solid smacker on the same boob.

"Come on!" she said. "I know my randy sod of a husband. If we don't take him up to bed soon, he'll make a mess of the tabletop. Let's go!

"Dave, refill the brandies would you, there's a dear – and bring them upstairs with you."

And with that, she got up, put an arm round Sue's waist and propelled her towards the staircase. But Sue got her own back – she motioned Trish to go upstairs first, and then gave her a good solid goosing. And I do mean solid – if Trish was feeling even halfway as randy as I was, Sue must have got the end of her fingers bloody wet! Trish shrieked and nearly jumped out of her skin. "You bitch!" she hissed – and grinned.

I poured more brandies as instructed, and followed the pair of them upstairs, where I found them in our room, and in our bed – one each side, sat up waiting for me to slide in between them. I handed a brandy to each girl, and managed to sort of step across Trish into the middle without spilling my own.

Our bed's fairly wide, but not so much so that I could sit in bed with a bird each side without touching them – as if I'd have wanted not to! Evidently Trish and Sue had sorted things out already, and it looked like we were in for a fun night.

We drank our brandies, Sue suggesting a toast to each other with the final drop. Then the glasses were put aside, and I got leapt on by two birds at once. Trish bore me back from one side as she kissed me full on the mouth, and Sue leant forward from the other and wrapped her lips around my knob.

Oooh! Getting a blowjob from a bird who's just had a mouthful of brandy tingles! In fact, I think Sue had deliberately kept some in her mouth. But the tingling subsided quick enough, and other things entirely took over my mind. Hmmm. Sue might not have had that many boyfriends (according to her sister), but I felt very grateful to at least one of them, whoever it may have been – someone had taught her to user her mouth to excellent effect.

She worked my prick like a hand-pump, and soon had me very close to the boil. And she evidently realised this herself – just as I was thinking of mentioning the fact, she took her mouth away from my tool for a moment, and calmly asked Trish, almost as if I wasn't even there, "If I make him come now, will he be good for another one or two later?"

Trish gave every evidence of thinking seriously about this, while Sue kept gently squeezing John Thomas, just enough to keep me on the peak without boiling over.

"Yeah, the randy sod can usually manage to get it up more than once a night. Go ahead if you want to, Sis – I'm sure we'll be able to get him astir again quite soon!"

Thus given official permission, Sue bent back to her task with a will. 

A moment later she briefly deep-throated me, nibbling at the base of my cock for a moment; then she pulled back and started lightly flicking her tongue all round my helmet, carrying on tickling up and down the length of my knob lightly with her fingers.

Well, that was just too much – I came like a fire hose, and Sue avidly gobbled every drop of my cum, while Trish continued all the while to French-kiss me. 

Before long the two of them, working together, had me coming again, and now I was like a limp lettuce. It may have been partly the booze, but no way was Percy going to perk up for some time, and this soon became evident to the sisters. Trish looked at Sue. "He's gone and conked out, hasn't he? And there was me telling you he'd be good for another one. Bloody useless man!" She grinned at me to show she didn't really mean it, but she was looking a bit put out, as was her big sister.

Their eyes met across me as they knelt to either side of me, and Trish's hand moved slowly across towards Sue. 

Sue looked down and watched the hand approach her. Her brow crinkled a bit and she started to make as if to move away – but before she'd quite made her mind up, the back of Trish's hand stroked gently against the side of her boob and brushed slowly down her stomach, and she shuddered with pleasure and closed her eyes. I watched with bated breath, wondering what would happen next.

Trish caught my eye and quickly motioned with her head for me to get out of the way. I slid down and out from between them, and moved over to sit in a bedroom chair and watch the proceedings. Sure enough, Sue seemed (slightly reluctantly) willing to let her sister fondle her. Trish's hand moved slowly back up Sue's stomach and brushed lightly against the curve of one breast, then went back to stroking her stomach.

A moment later, Trish let her hand brush over Sue's thatch, and Sue gave a soft moan and moved her own hands (which had been hanging limply by her sides for a minute or two) towards her sister's waist.

"Remind you of old times?" Trish whispered.

Sue nodded, then growled throatily and started to run her nails lightly up and down Trish's flanks, as Trish started to gently massage her boobs.

For several minutes they just knelt on the bed, facing each other and gently stroking and caressing, occasionally sighing and moaning with pleasure. It had to be one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen; and from all the evidence (and Trish's words just then), it was something they'd done more than once before. 

I had a feeling that Trish may for once in her life have been understating things a little when she'd said, "We even tried snogging a bit with each other once or twice."

Then Sue surprised me by taking the lead; with her eyes still shut (perhaps she was trying to pretend I wasn't there), she leant forward and gently kissed each of her sister's nipples in turn. As she bent forward to do this she raised her bottom slightly.


Trish grinned at me across Sue's shoulder, and put her finger to her lips to signal me to be quiet. Then her hands slipped beneath Sue's buttocks and pulled them slightly apart, letting a finger slip between her fanny lips. 

Beautiful! From where I sat, that gave me a straight rear view of Sue's snatch with Trish's finger half-buried in it!

I must have twitched a bit at this. With a slight movement of her head and a reproving look, Trish made it very clear that I was to stay put in the chair. I realised that she was now manoeuvring Sue round slowly so that they were lined up along the bed rather than across it. At first I felt a bit put out as this seemed to be hiding some of the action from me, but a moment later I realised what Trish was up to, when she pushed Sue down onto her back.

She bent down and gave Sue a deep French kiss, all the while continuing to stroke and caress her. 

Then she moved her head down to Sue's tits and started to suck on them much harder than before, stretching the nipples out a bit. At the same time, she moved one hand down to cup her sister's pussy, while the other went behind her neck to cradle her. 

Sue's hands were soon likewise engaged; one on Trish's mound, while the other stroked her back, scratching lightly up and down her spine with her nails. Trish wriggled with pleasure, and judging by Sue's moan must have pressed her finger in a bit harder where it counted.

Trish now decided to go for broke. Suddenly she swung most of her weight on top of her sister's body, and twisted so that they were in a "69" position.

"We never quite dared to try this when we were kids, did we?" she whispered. "But now I know from experience that it's good!"

So saying, she buried her head in her big sister's snatch. Sue seemed to struggle for a moment, but then stopped with a little shriek of delight as Trish's tongue reached somewhere interesting. 

I think she'd honestly forgotten I was there for a few minutes, but now she finally remembered my presence. Her eyes opened suddenly and she turned her head to me.

And surprised me – in quite a conversational voice, she said to me, "I didn't know my tarty little sister had ever done this with another woman, Dave, but I think she must have – she's bloody good! Oooh!"

And with that, she winked broadly at me and pulled Trish's bum down so that she could return the favour. 

A moment later they were slobbering away at each other's cunts downright enthusiastically, as if I wasn't even there. Such shameless behaviour! Er … does a Lesbian '69' session between sisters count as incest? 

Interesting question, eh?

Now, as you might expect, watching the two sisters at their incestuous activities soon had me perking up again in the wedding tackle department. But since they obviously didn't want or need any help for the time being, I decided to content myself with a gentle wank while I watched the free show to its eventual climax.

And that's how I came to "know" Sue – of whom more anon. We spent a very happy and active night with the three of us in the one bed, and when Sue left, she promised to … er … come again soon, as you might say!



Sister Act



"I love Pete!"

I looked into my sister's deep brown eyes. A hint of sadness - unshed tears. She meant it. She got up to get my pancakes. 

"Good! That makes me feel better...was just wondering..."

"What?"

I gazed at her tall slim body. 

"Well, you guys have been married a while...everything seems to be going well...you have a wonderful home...yet no pitter-patter of little feet as the cliché goes..." 

I smiled big, trying to make it into a joke.

"Is none of your business!" she said indignantly.

She turned and walked towards me with the breakfast pancakes. Graceful. Blonde hair cut short. Natural wide red lips. 

"I know, Ruthie...I know...mom and dad realize that too...is just that we want to see you happy."

"I am happy." She said stubbornly and sat down at the table with me.

"All right...my happy sis..."

She stuck out her tongue at me.

I rolled my eyes.

She leaned forward and put her hand on mine. Soft touch. Her shirt had moved - cleavage showed. 

"I know you care..."

I felt a lump in my throat.

"Yeah."

"When do you get back today?" she asked.

"Early evening...these pancakes are delicious."

"Mom's recipe."

"I know."

I was in Boston attending a sales conference. Ruth and Pete lived in the town of Arlington, not too far away. Forgoing the hotel accommodation, I was staying with them. My intent - to catch up with family.

"You do this often?" Pete asked. It was evening that same day. I was apron-ed and fixing dinner.

"Not too often," I laughed. Pete was a handsome man. And successful. Ruth and he made a great couple. Ruth was helping me. Pete watched us.

"He likes doing all this," she said. A fond look. She was a great cook herself.

"You do?" Pete asked.  "Well, don't know about that...we gotta eat...someone has to cook...help me move this stuff to the dinner table..."

As we ate, I commended them,

"Great place you guys have here...comfy...nice area."

"Yeah, great school districts too," Pete said.

"Oh yeah?"

"Is why we bought the place...thought we would have kids..."

There was silence.

"Ruth has not told you, eh?"

I shook my head.

He blew a kiss at her. 

"She wouldn't...always loyal," he said, "The truth is, Jack, I shoot blanks!"

"You sure it's you?" I asked.

"The doctors say so...we did all the tests."

I looked at my sister. Her nose had turned red and she was staring into her food.

"Sorry to hear," I said.

"We are considering adoption...but then Ruth can have a baby naturally...artificially inseminated...donor sperm."

"Yeah, the miracles of modern science," I said jokingly. 

But both of them seemed sad. Must have been a big blow.

After dinner Pete excused himself to catch up on some paperwork. Ruth and I sat in the living room. The TV was on but neither of us was in the mood. We sat on the couch. 

She was wearing low cotton hip huggers. The fabric clung to her shapely long legs. The smooth skin of her belly showed. She squeezed her legs together in a sexy gesture.

I put an arm around her. She came into my arms easily. Tears flowed. She stuck her head into my shirt. Breasts pressed on my side. I caressed her hair,

"It's not so bad...Ruthie," I whispered. 

After a while, she stopped crying. Smiling through her tears, she said,

"You could give me a baby!"

I raised my eyebrows questioning.

"Well, even if we did the artificial thing...there has to be a sperm donor...and I'd rather have someone I know...and..."

"Someone you know and?" I asked curious.

"Love!" she completed her sentence.

I gazed at my little sister. Couldn't help smiling - she looked so innocent.

"Is it so difficult to say you love me," I laughed.

She looked away.

I lifted her chin and looking into her eyes said,

"Sweetheart, if that's what you want...I'll go to the sperm bank..."

"Oh, Jack!"

"What?"

"You are so stupid!" And she stormed out of the room.

There was a thunderstorm brewing that night. I lay in the guest bedroom and listened. Darkness around me. 

Suddenly the door creaked open. I strained my eyes. A naked body slipped under the sheets with me. It was Ruth.

"Shuusshh...don't worry...it's ok...Pete knows...approves," she said.

"What?"

"I need your cock!"

She slipped her hand under my boxers. I could hear thunder in the distance. My cock responded to her touch. 

My sister was an animal. She pulled my boxers off. Pinching my bare nipples, she straddled me.

"Ruthie..."

"Just me let do this, Jack...you have no idea how long I've waited to do this."

"You have?"

"You are blind, Jack...you never saw how I felt about you...huge crush...and now..." she laid a finger on my lips.

Her hands searched and found my hard cock again. She slipped my cock into her wet pussy hole.

"Unn...uhhh," she moaned.

It felt good. My sister's wet pussy around my cock. Man. Did it ever felt good. I remembered seeing her bare belly earlier. Smooth skin. I realized I wanted to fuck her as much as she did me. Only I had never acknowledged my desire to myself.

I reached up to touch her tits as she bounced on my cock. Rounded balls of warm flesh. Her nipples swelled to my touch. 

I tore her shirt front. Squeezing, kneading. Oh, man. I had wanted to do that to her tits for so long. Repressed desire. 

She was cumming all over my cock. I pushed her off me. Urgently. She was on all fours. Wondering what I would do next. 

I got behind her. I plunged my cock into her pussy hole. She opened her legs, lowered herself to fit me in. 

No control - my hips moved. The juices were flowing inside me. Never thought I'd get to fuck my little sister. But when I did, it was a slice of heaven. A gush of hidden desire. 

I held her slim waist. Slapping into her spread ass cheeks. I spewed semen into her pussy. Why did it feel so good? Every drop as it oozed out of me. Every little spurt of my cock. Total pleasure. 

"Ruthie, I love you, baby."

She fell back on the pillows. On her back. Laughing. My cum inside her. Her hands flipped the bedside lamp on.

"I have to see your face."

"Why?"

"Oh you are always so serious, so dutiful...need to see you in this state...you never see how sexy I am."

"Au contraire...I...I've always found you incredibly sexy...except that..."

"Except that you are too good to fuck?"

"No, not that...I am as slimy as they come...but..."

"Oh, stop it!" she exclaimed, "Don't talk!" She touched my droopy cock. I was kneeling in front of her. 

"It's your cock..." she had a dreamy look as she touched the sleepy thing. 

"I've always wanted to see...hold you...make you feel...and lose control."

"You succeeded, Ruthie...that was the most awesome three minutes of no control."

"Only three?" she was laughing, "We must have been horny."

I was late up in the morning. No surprise. I don't get laid every night. And I tend to oversleep after one of those special nights. 

I made my way to the kitchen. Pete was all dressed up, ready to leave for work. Ruth was serving him breakfast eggs as I walked in.

"Hi." 

"Hi!" Pete greeted me. 

I looked across at my sister. She looked radiant and happy. I had never seen her that way. Dressed in a short skirt and shirt, she looked sexy.

To Pete, I said,

"You off to work, bud?"

"Yeah, man. What are your plans?" He seemed unruffled. Happy even. Maybe he wanted to have that baby. 

And what better man than me? Then they wouldn't have to explain to the neighbors why the baby didn't look like either of them. And it would be easy to explain a baby with my looks - part of the family.

"Don't know yet...you Ruth?"

"I've the day off."

"In that case...let me call in and see if I can take the day off too," I said. 

My body tingled at the thought of spending the day alone with Ruth. After last night.

I made my call and excused myself as Pete finished breakfast.

I watched as she kissed her husband good bye. They did make a splendid couple. 

Pete left. She came and sat on my lap.

"May I...if I'm not too heavy."

"No, silly...you are light as a feather." I cuddled her, rocked her. I kissed the side of her neck. My face still buried, I asked,

"How was last night?"

"Very cool!"

"You ready for some more?"

"Yeah..."

I got her off me. Holding her long wrist, I gestured for her to lay back on the couch. She obeyed. 

I unbuttoned her shirt. White bra. I undid the bra in one smooth move. Got lucky that time.

"You are an expert...too many women," she teased.

"Yeah, right...like one in fifteen years."

In the bright daylight her tits looked sexier. Perky. Wide areolas. I sucked one in. Then the other. Leaving spit glistening on her. 

I pulled her skirt off. No panties. Took me by surprise. Pleasant one. Hadn't seen that one coming though. I tongued her pussy - tasted pee. 

My tongue moved along her pussy crack. Then teasing her clit. Flirting. Flicking. She was reacting. Moaning,

"Unn...uhh...huh."

She wrapped her long legs around my face. Arching her back, pushing her pussy into my face. Her legs tight - choking me. Pussy smothering me. She came with a loud moan calling my name,

"Jack...oh. Jack...UHH."

She unwrapped her legs slowly. Her breasts were heaving. 

"Where did you learn that?"

I laughed her off.

She kissed me fiercely.

"You are the best."

"Thanks."

"I saved your jizz," she said.

"You did?" I was puzzled.

"Wait...I'll get it."

She came back with an old issue of Playboy. The centerfold - stained. I had masturbated way back when.

"How did you get this...how did you know?"

She giggled, "I found it under your mattress...wanted to save a piece of you...kept it with my old stuff...no one knows...figured you liked this woman..." The playmate stared blankly at us unawares.

"Well, no..."

"What do you mean?"

"I wasn't thinking about her."

"Then?"

"'twas you...you had come back from a date...looking sexy...saw you at the top of the stairs...thought you might have fucked...then started thinking of fucking you myself..."

"Oh, Jack!"

I was on top of her. Holding her down, positioning myself between her legs.. Her pussy still wet from her own cum and my spit. My cock hard. Plunging into her. Slipping out. She steadied me, guided me in. 

Looking into my eyes, she said,

"Fuck me, Jack."

Memories of masturbating into the magazine faded away. This was reality. And I was actually fucking my little sister. Pleasuring myself. Using my weapon to shear through her soft mound. Giving her a baby. 

My mouth seeking hers. Her breasts pressed on my chest. I unloaded inside her. It felt good. It felt great. Man, did I ever want to do this. The secret was out now.

"I want to go out...in the sun...hold hands," she said.

"All right, sis...you wanna play boyfriend-girlfriend?"

"Oh. It's so much more."

"I know."

So we drove to a place on Mass Avenue. After lunch we walked a few blocks. Holding hands. The thunderstorm had passed and the sun was out. We kissed at a street corner like lovers. It was nice. We came back home energized.

Kissing passionately we collapsed into the couch. She leaned on the arm of the couch. Tummy down. Ass in the air. I pulled her skirt up. Panties down her thighs. I caressed her bum. 

"I love your ass."

I spat on my hand. Wetted my cock. I tried pushing into her tight bum hole. Didn't succeed.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"I don't think I am hard enough. Your hole's tight...unopened...I need to be harder to get in."

"Wait," she said and turned to face me.

She wrapped her lips around my cock. 

Oh little sis. If only she knew what that sight was doing to me. And the pleasure waves she was sending through my entire body. 

My sister half squatted in front of me. Tits out. Pussy peeking from under her skirt. Her sexy wide mouth full of my cock. Her long legs all mixed up with mine. 

I brushed my hand through her hair as she sucked my cock. Sucking and wetting. Loving. Caring. Getting my cock ready for her ass hole. 

This time it worked. I was in. My hand on her narrow waist holding her in place. My cock half way in her tight ass hole. Her ass cheeks spread. I stroked her asshole.

"Unn...huh...huH...ow...OW," she moaned. 

"You like it?"

"No...yes!" she gasped.

Pain and pleasure for her. For me - it was all pleasure.

I was going to come. I pulled out. Her hole was wide open - outlining my cock. I jerked off urgently - my cock over her ass. Finishing myself off.

Drops of thick white semen fell on her hole. She slid her slender fingers and rubbed my sperm into her asshole. The last drop fell on her ring finger.

I stayed with my sister and her husband for a few more days as I wrapped up work. The days were busy working. She would slip into my room and spend the night with me. 

Fucking. On top. And under. Licking and sucking. Getting licked and fingered. Pleasuring and giving pleasure. Making a baby.

It was time to leave. I was packing. She stood in the doorway watching. I zipped my bag.

"Why me?" I asked.

"I want my baby to have your eyes."

Pete and Ruth stood hand-in-hand and waved me goodbye. A happy couple - in love with each other. I hoped, in a small way, I had contributed to their happiness and future together.



Sister Act



I suppose that I felt guilty about fucking LeAnne's sister that day when I was fixing the garage roof, but every time I started to get down about it I just thought back to the way that Carolyn had looked, bent over, her totally perfect ass high in the air and my rigid cock sliding in and out of her pussy and started to feel instantly better.

Carolyn had done her part too and kept our little encounter a secret, though that evening after I had deposited my load inside her I could see that from time to time her hand would disappear between her legs and wipe away some of the cum that had escaped from inside her and dribbled down her legs.

A couple of weeks after that incident we were again over at Debbie's, LeAnne and Carolyn's mothers house, for an afternoon of swimming and relaxation. Debbie was gone for the weekend on a trip somewhere and so it was just me and the girls at the house.

It was Saturday and it was a scorcher of a day, with temperatures almost into the hundreds; it was a great day to know someone with a pool! I was in the guest bathroom getting my suit on when I heard a knock on the door. My trunks weren't yet on and I was mostly naked but I figured it was LeAnne and so I told her to come in.

"Whoa, nice suit," I heard Carolyn say. I whirled around and tried to cover myself, but it was no use. And what was the point? It wasn't like she was going to see anything she hadn't already seen.

Still, I felt like I had to put on the indignant act in case LeAnne happened to wander by. "Can I help you?"

Carolyn giggled. "So feisty! Relax, LeAnne is in the kitchen mixing drinks and she sent me back here to see what you wanted."

"How about a Pina Colada?"

Carolyn turned and hollered to LeAnne as she made her way back to the kitchen. "Bartender, two Pina Colada's!" I finished changing and met the two of them in the kitchen were they were both busy at the blender, adding ice, drink mix and alcohol. 

I stood behind LeAnne and put my hands on her soft hips and kissed the back of her neck. She was wearing my favorite bikini, a small black and white striped number that was cut high on the bottom showing off a good portion of her ass and cut low on the top allowing a nice view of her ample bosoms. 

Carolyn on the other hand was wearing a bikini with less material than the one I had seen her in before. That didn't seem possible given the skimpiness of the last suit she wore, but apparently it was. Her suit today was bright neon yellow, or what there was of it was bright neon yellow. It was just a couple of stings and three strategically placed triangles of fabric; one over each of her nipples and one in the front. Her shapely ass was totally exposed save the thin strip between her cheeks and the soft curves of her breasts were visible in front.

The drinks were ready and we went out to the pool where we sat on lounge chairs and sipped the icy concoctions. We spent a few hours by the pool; the girls tanning themselves while I read a book and tried not to get caught staring at Carolyn's body. Intermittently we would hop in the pool and cool off before basking in the sun again. We also had a few more rounds of drinks, well more than a few, and we were all feeling pretty good by the time we decided to call it a day.

I had just finished toweling myself off and slipping into some shorts when the girls called to me from Carolyn's bedroom. I knocked and pushed open the door and saw that both girls were standing in the middle of the room, still in their bikini's.

I swallowed hard, these two girls were so unbelievably hot, and each was sexy in her own way. LeAnne was a few inches shorter and more filled out, with ample breasts, strong sexy legs and a perfect hourglass figure. Carolyn possessed the prototypical dancers body, long and lean with a narrow waist and slender hips. Her breasts were small (and I knew sensitive) and her ass was the most perfect example of a woman's behind that I have ever seen. They both had long blonde hair and big blue eyes making it easy, despite their differences, to deduce that they were sisters.

"What did you need girls?" I asked as I entered the room.

They looked at me and then at each other. At length LeAnne spoke, "Carolyn is having a problem with her suit and she said that since you were so nice as to help her out of her suit the last time you were here, that she thought you would be so gracious as to do so again."

My heart sank. Oh shit, I thought, the game is up now. I tried in vein to think of something to say, but I was totally unable to form a single thought. LeAnne saw me looking furtive and smiled.

"Oh, you thought I didn't know? Of course I knew, who do you think told her she should fuck you?"

I stood there stunned. My terror turned instantly to disbelief; was I really hearing that my girlfriend had told her sister to seduce me?

"Think of it," LeAnne said "as payment for the work you did on the house," and she and Carolyn were both laughing now. "Now, are you going to help us out of these bikini's or not?"

Good thing my body was paying attention because my mind was still grappling with the idea that my girl knew, no, had wanted me to fuck her sister. I moved to them, reached and untied both of their tops, tugged on the front of them pulling both free. These two blonde goddesses were standing before me topless and ready for action. My cock went from zero to straining against my shorts instantly once I realized that I was going to get to fuck them both.

I bent my head to LeAnne's breast and took it into my mouth and gently sucked her pink nipple, feeling it become hard and rubbery in my mouth. My tongue flicked over her breasts, coaxing her nipples to become fully erect.

While my mouth was concentrating on LeAnne I put my hands to work on Carolyn's breasts. Even though her tits were much smaller than her sisters, they were very sensitive. She had these little nipples surrounded by dime-sized areolas that were a dark pink in contrast to her pale skin.

I moved my mouth from LeAnne to Carolyn and found that my touch had already brought her nipples to full standing; I sucked on each of them in turn, nipping at them softly with my teeth, causing Carolyn to cry out softly.

LeAnne got to her knees and pulled down my shorts. The instant my cock was free I was in her hot mouth. Her lips were so soft and smooth and she started by dragging them seductively across the head of my cock, occasionally flicking her tongue out and teasing me. She dribbled a large glob of saliva on my shaft and used her hand to spread it over me. When LeAnne had me sufficiently lubed her pushed me into her mouth, past her smooth puffy lips, and deep into her throat.

My mouth moved from Carolyn's breasts to her lips and we kissed. Our tongues darted in and out of each others mouth in a very sexual and provocative kiss. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and ran her soft tongue over mine in much the same way that her sister was currently using her tongue on my cock. I moved my hands down to her perfectly shaped ass and cupped one of her small cheeks in either hand. She was still wearing her suit bottom but since there wasn't much there to begin with, there wasn't much in the way of my hands. 

I grabbed the ties that held Carolyn's suit bottoms in place and tugged, undoing the bow and causing her tiny yellow bikini to fall to the floor. I ran my hands up over her slim thighs and over her taunt stomach, down through the soft hair between her legs and into her waiting pussy.

My finger slid inside her easily; she was already soaking wet. I pushed until I could push no more and began to finger fuck her tight pussy with a fast and furious. Carolyn went weak at the knees and grabbed my arm for support, her mouth falling open as she breathed heavy with pleasure.

LeAnne was still working expertly on my cock; once she had me totally coated in her saliva she began to work me into her mouth, deeper still, and into her throat. She was now moving her mouth up and down my entire length in slow movements; starting at my head and gently slipping her lips over my shaft until my entire cock was deep in her throat. She held me there for a moment, letting me enjoy the feeling, then would just as slowly proceed back up.

Someone suggested that we move to the bed and we piled on Carolyn's big fluffy bed in a big tangle of limbs. Both girls were kissing me, my mouth turned from one to the other always occupied by one or the other's tongues. I slipped my hand between Carolyn's legs and began to finger her again while LeAnne took a moment to remove her bikini bottoms and then spread her legs so that I could likewise probe her with my other hand. 

I lay there with fingers in each sister, kissing each alternatively, while they both used their smooth hands to stroke my dick. We lay that way for a few minutes before I slid from between them and down to my knees before the bed. Grabbing each girl in turn, I positioned them with legs spread wide at the edge of the bed and began to feast on them.

First I started with LeAnne – hey if she was going to go out of her way to arrange these great sexual trysts then I was damn sure going to make sure I satisfied her. My body tingled with passion as I took a moment to observe the scene before me; two red hot blonde bombshells, totally nude, smoothly shaved pussies spread wide open, waiting for me to do whatever I wanted.

I put my mouth on LeAnne and shoved my tongue past the soft pedals of her pussy into the wetness beyond. I virtually attacked her; shoving my tongue deep inside her and swirling it around her hole over and over. My fingers were on her clit, rubbing and pressing on it to compliment the actions of my tongue.

With my other hand, I kept working at Carolyn's pussy, trying to loosen her tight slit up so that I could get two fingers inside her. I pushed my middle finger into her and curled it, finding her spot immediately. As I applied pressure her back arched and her hips pressed against my hand. With a soft cry of pleasure, she orgasmed.

Her sister wasn't far behind her and as my efforts on LeAnne intensified I brought her to her fist orgasm of the day. Her hands reached between her legs and held my head to her, trying to pull my tongue deeper inside her still. LeAnne's orgasm was long and hard, her legs shaking slightly as she rode the crescendo of pleasure.

Once LeAnne's orgasm subsided I moved my mouth from her and relocated it on her sister. I looked up at LeAnne as I approached her sister, half expecting her to ask me what the fuck I was doing. Instead she looked down and me and smiled and I put my head between Carolyn's legs.

Everything about Carolyn's is long and thin, her pussy not excluded. Using my fingers I spread her lips apart and found her clit, teased it to its full extent with my tongue and then put my mouth on it and sucked it forcefully. Her slender body quivered, revealing the pleasure she was taking from my actions. 

I moved my mouth from her clit and spent a few minutes licking at her hole, spreading my saliva and her wetness over the area making sure that I could penetrate her with my fingers easily. When I felt she was ready I slid a finger insider her and then another; she was so tight I barely had room to move them. 

Slowly I worked my fingers inside of Carolyn's tight pussy, eventually getting her to loosen up to the point where I was able to finger her with a nice smooth rhythm. My mouth was on her clit again, sucking and biting on the sensitive flesh. With my other hand I fingered LeAnne's sloppy wet pussy fast and hard.

Both girls came at seemingly the same instant, soft moans chorusing from their lips as they did. Carolyn's fingers grabbed the blanket on her bed and dug in. The juices flowed from her pussy, coving my fingers and running down into the palm of my hand.

I pulled my fingers from them and stood up. Even though it had been quite a few minutes since my cock had any attention, it was still fully erect and ready for action. I moved back between LeAnne's legs and positioned myself at the entrance to her wet pussy. I penetrated her easily, aided by the wetness her orgasms had left behind. My cock buried inside her to the hilt and I held it there, letting her feel me totally filling her. I withdrew and slammed back into her, again holding my cock deep inside her. Then I pulled out of her completely and moved over to Carolyn.

Even though I had been inside her before, I worried about hurting her. It had taken some doing to get two fingers inside her and my cock is much larger, thank you very much. But when I placed the head of my cock between her soft pussy lips she didn't protest and so I slowly inserted myself inside of her.

It was slow going. It took some work to push past her resistance and get deep inside her, but I went gentle and was soon exploring the depths of her pussy. Once she was accustomed to my size, I pushed a few quick, gentle strokes inside her and then pulled from her and lay down on the bed between the two sisters.

Both were instantly all over me, rubbing their naked bodies against mine, kissing my neck, ears and mouth. Their hands wrested over my cock, pulling at me, stroking me, making me crazy with desire. I pushed Carolyn's head down, urging her to take me in her mouth. When she did, I pulled LeAnne on top of me, straddling my face, and once again ate her pussy.

LeAnne's pussy was insanely wet. I plunged my tongue inside her immediately, causing her to gasp with surprise and pleasure. Carolyn went to work on my cock, stuffing it in her mouth to the hilt – amazing me yet again that she could deep throat my entire cock. She choked and gagged, pulled her lips off of me and slurped the thick strands of spit that clung to my cock back into her mouth. Carolyn worked on me feverously and I in turn worked on LeAnne in the same way.

While I was eating LeAnne I moved my hands over her body, marveling once again at the muscular shape of her legs and ass, the tight muscles of her stomach, the perfect heft of her full breasts. I tweaked her nipples roughly as I licked her, causing her to grind against my face in response. She was getting close to another orgasm and I tried to put the feeling of Carolyn working on my cock out of my mind so that I could concentrate on getting LeAnne off.

Carolyn pushed the entirety of me into her throat and held me there, her cheeks puffing out as she choked herself with my girth. At the same time I had brought LeAnne to the brink of orgasm with my tongue and then surprised her by shoving three fingers into her wet hole; she exploded immediately. Her hips pressed me into the bed, slid back and forth over my tongue working to squeeze every last drop of pleasure from the experience.

LeAnne slid off of my face and Carolyn released my penis from her mouth; the girls switched places. LeAnne took my cock, still coated with Carolyn's saliva, into her mouth. Carolyn slid her lean body up my chest and straddled my face, placing one knee on the bed and the foot of the bed beside my head giving her the ability to lower or raise herself as she desired.

I placed my hands on Carolyn's amazing ass and guided her down onto my tongue. Her lips parted and my tongue snaked inside her, tasting the juices that oozed from her depths. She pushed herself down on my mouth, allowing me to slide even deeper inside her. Then she raised herself slightly until I was just able to glide the tip of my tongue over her soft pussy lips.

Carolyn assumed total control, dictating how she wanted me to use my tongue on her. She would lower herself close to my face so I could lick deep within her and then raise up so that I was gently tracing the outside of her pussy with my tongue. She would slide her hips forward, causing my tongue to slide to the very bottom of her slit. Carolyn would then slide the opposite direction and place her stiff clit in my mouth where I would suck on it delicately until she changed the position again.

While Carolyn was using my tongue for her pleasure, her sister decided to use my cock for a similar purpose. LeAnne let my cock slide from her lips and positioned herself over my engorged penis. She placed me at the entrance to her hole and slowly worked her way down my shaft until she had stuffed herself to full capacity.

LeAnne balanced herself on the balls of her feet and leaned her hands on my chest for support. Once she was loosened up, she began to fuck me with short, quick strokes that slammed my cock against the deepest part of her pussy with each push. 

Though my cock was being ridden with a great deal of passion, my mouth was still being occupied by the smooth slit belonging to Carolyn. Her slender fingers threaded through my hair and pulled my mouth up against her pussy while her hips drove down against my face. She held me there, pressed firmly against me and fucked my face with her hot pussy.

My hands were still planted firmly on her ass and as she began to move against my face more frantically I felt her muscles tighten just before she came. Carolyn's pussy exploded and my mouth was flooded with her juices which came pouring out of her depths in incredible quantities. I stopped licking her and concentrated on swallowing the liquid that was rushing into my mouth, basically trying to keep myself from drowning.

Carolyn continued to press me into her mound and ground her hips against my face as she came, moaning things like "holy shit" and "oh my god" over and over. LeAnne must have been inspired by her sister's orgasm and promptly had one of her own.

LeAnne rose until I almost slid from her and then in one quick move slammed herself back down, impaling herself on my large cock. That did it, sending her over the edge. I felt the strong muscles of her pussy squeeze the base of my cock, flexing with each pulse of pleasure.

The room fell silent as both of these beautiful women rested against my respective parts gathered their breath. My tongue lapped at Carolyn's pussy lazily, tasting the drops of liquid that still clung to the soft pedals of her pussy. I reached my hands down and felt for LeAnne's full breasts, found them, caressed them softly and played with her nipples gently. 

Once they had both sufficiently recovered, they each dismounted and rolled onto the bed in a heap. There was soft, subtle skin every where, which part to devour next was up to me. 

I moved behind Carolyn who way laying face down on the bed, head turned to the side, golden hair cascading down her shoulders and back. I pushed her legs apart with my knees as I positioned myself behind her, felt for her wetness with my finger, then pulled my hand away and replaced it with my cock. Her pussy was indescribably tight, but the last orgasm had left her hole well lubed. With a little gently coaxing I was able to slide first a quarter of my cock inside her, then half, then the whole of it until I was buried up to my balls in soft pussy.

Carolyn's pussy was a study in contradictions; so tight that I could barely enter her, but so long that she could take every last bit of my cock inside of her. Propping myself up on the bed with my hands, I began to fuck her with long, slow, gentle strokes. I withdrew until just the head of my cock was left inside her and then with great deliberation would proceed back into her depths until I had given her all that I had to give.

I knew from our previous encounter that Carolyn liked it hard and rough but for now I was in control. I kept fucking her slow and deep until I couldn't contain my desire any longer. Rather than give into my lust, I slid my cock from her and moved over to LeAnne.

She lay on her side, watching me as I fucked Carolyn, absently running her hands between her legs. LeAnne rolled onto her back as I moved between her legs. She took my rock hard cock, still coated in her sister's wetness, in her hand and guided me home. LeAnne was already stretched out and my cock banged against her depths on the very first stoke.




Sister Act



LeAnne reached down and grabbed her ankles, pulled her legs back and opened her pussy wide for me. I laid my body down against hers, slid my hands under her and onto her ass, put my mouth on her breasts. As I sucked her nipples roughly, my cock pistoned between her legs with strong thrusts. Each time I plunged inside her I would hit the back of her pussy, back where she loved to feel me, feeling the muscles of her pussy flex around me.

I bit her nipple a little too rough, causing her to yip with pain – I simply fucked her harder. I lifted myself off her body and slid my knees beneath me, took her legs from her, held them prone with my hands. At this angle I was able to lean back and watch as my shaft disappeared within her as well as marvel at the sexy shape of her legs.

Before LeAnne came again I reluctantly pulled myself from her and stood up. Free of a warm pussy for the first time in nearly an hour I felt the air of the room coolly against my red hot cock. Both girls looked at me, content to relinquish control to me for the time being. I told them what I wanted and they complied. Both girls moved to the end of the bed, got on all fours and put their perfectly sculpted asses in the air.

I moved behind Carolyn and spent a few moments kissing the soft skin behind her knees, up the back of her long thighs, then ran my lips over the curve of her ass. My tongue flicked across her clit and then ran a few circles around her brown anus before I stood and aimed my cock between her soft lips.

Entering her was much easier this time and after a few gently pushes I was able to increase the pace and begin to fuck her with reckless abandon. Carolyn's slender hips were grasped tightly in my hands, guiding her path up and down my shaft. As I pushed violently into her, she pushed back increasing the strength of our collision. Loud slaps of skin slamming into skin echoed in the room accompanied by Carolyn's steadily increasing moans. 

Carolyn's moans turned to screams and I saw her grip the sheets as she began to cum. I fucked her even harder, slamming my hips against her ass, driving my entire cock into her depths. I felt a warm rush of liquid on my cock as once again she let loose with an impressive quantity of fluid. It dripped from her pussy and left a huge wet spot on the comforter under her.

I pulled from her and bent; sliding my tongue into the hole I had just vacated and lapped at the salty liquid that drenched her hole. Her juices clung to my face and covered my mouth as I pulled her up and kissed her, letting her enjoy the taste of her pussy's sweet nectar.

Carolyn and I were in the midst of a passionate kiss when I felt a tug on my cock. I looked down to see LeAnne's hand wrapped around my shaft, pulling at me to persuade me to turn my attention to her. Her efforts worked and I moved behind her and jammed my cock inside her, slamming it against the very back of her vagina.

I rammed her with three or four strong stokes and then disengaged myself from her, dropped to my knees and went to work on her pussy. My mouth found her clit peeking from the folds of skin that kept it hidden and I sucked it into my mouth greedily. As I sucked her clit into my mouth my hands went to work on her holes. I slid two fingers into her pussy and one into her ass, stimulating every erogenous zone that I could reach from my position.

My concentrated efforts soon had LeAnne breathing shallow and I could see her scrunching her toes, a sure sign that orgasm was approaching. I discontinued my efforts and stood, placing the head of my cock just inside the entrance to her pussy. 

I teased her, sliding a few inches of my cock inside her and when she would move back to meet my advances. I slid back out of her entirely. I knew that this drove LeAnne nuts and would eventually lead to her reaching behind her and pulling me into her. I didn't let it get to that, once I was satisfied that she was getting sufficiently frustrated I gave up the teasing and fucked her like she wanted.

LeAnne liked all kinds of sex in all kinds of ways, but sometimes she just liked to be fucked hard and deep; today was obviously one of those times. I bent my body over her and took a breast in each hand. With my thumb and forefinger I rolled her nipples, pinched them, causing them to grow stiffer.

With her breasts in my hands I pushed my cock as deep inside her as I was able, feeling her stretch to accommodate my size. From this position I was able to hold her in place and still generate the kind of force that she desired. I fucked her with short, deep strokes never taking my cock more than halfway out of her before running it back inside her.

It didn't take long before LeAnne began to make the familiar sounds that indicated her impending trip down orgasm lane. I fucked her harder and faster, driving my cock into her until her body began to shake with torrents of pleasure. She screamed, begging me not to stop fucking her. She needn't have asked, I had no intention of stopping and almost before her last orgasm ended I had brought her to still another climax.

Her body shook and LeAnne collapsed forward, my cock sliding from her with a loud 'sucking' sound. She lay on the bed in a heap, gasping loudly for breath, running her hands through her hair as she fought to recover.

"Impressive," Carolyn said laughing softly. Her sister could only moan in response.

Carolyn turned to me, her mouth upturned in a wicked smile. "Well Mike, with Lee temporarily out of commission what do you say we try and stuff that big cock of yours up my ass?"

After all that I had learned today you'd think I would be immune to shock but you'd be wrong. Here was this slight girl with her long dancers' body and slender figure proposing that I stick my cock in an even smaller hole than the one that was designed for just that purpose.

I shrugged. What else could I do; if she wanted me to try and fit my cock up her ass who was I to argue.

Carolyn pulled a tube of clear liquid lubricant from her dresser drawer and poured a glob of it in her palm then handed the tube to me. She lay back on the bed and reached between her legs, first spreading the liquid over the entrance to her ass and then sliding her fingers inside her hole, lubing herself as deeply as she was able to reach.

I stood there applying the liquid to my penis and watched Carolyn's efforts; if I wasn't already totally rock hard that display would have surely done the trick. Once Carolyn was satisfied she was as lubed as she needed to be, she propped herself back up on all fours and wiggled her ass at me.

For a few seconds I didn't move, I just stood there and admired her amazing body. The slender hips, the tight thighs that didn't have an ounce of fat on them, the round ass that was as perfect as any one would ever find – and I was about to fuck that ass. That realization halted my revelry and got me moving.

Carolyn was looking at me over her shoulder, smiling that same wicked smile, content with the knowledge that she had managed to surprise my once again. As I approached her she moved her hands behind her and spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing her small puckered hole to me.

I placed the head of my cock against the spot and pushed. At first nothing happened, my advances weren't being, well, advanced. But as Carolyn relaxed, her hole started to open and I began to enter her ass slowly. It was so tight in her ass; I could feel every inch of her pressed against my cock as I slid steadily deeper inside. 

When I had roughly half of my cock pushed into her she put her hand against my stomach and stopped me. "You're going to have to work your way deeper gradually," Carolyn said over her shoulder, "but if you take your time I think you can get all the way in."

Slowly I pulled my cock almost out of her ass and then just as slowly pushed it back in, getting just a little deeper than I had been. Repeating this motion, going just the tiniest bit deeper with each push, I was indeed able to get every inch up her ass. I began to fuck her as fast as I dared and got a favorable reaction from Carolyn.

She had her hand between her legs and was fingering herself deeply with two of her slender fingers; I could feel them rub against my cock as I drove in and out of her. Carolyn began to cum, an orgasm that started somewhere deep in her and rose quickly to a fever pitch. Each time I pushed inside her she let out a moan of pleasure; her orgasm seemed to last for a seriously extended period of time.

Encouraged I pulled my cock from her ass, poured another large amount over my cock and into her hole, and plunged back inside her. This time I didn't bother to take it easy or be gentle, I just rammed my entire cock into her ass as hard as I could time and time again.

Carolyn came again, her hands dug into the covers and she shoved her head into her pillow in order to muffle the screams. Their nearest neighbor was about a half mile down the road but judging from the amount of noise that she was making they probably would have thought someone was being violently attacked and call the police.

As Carolyn's orgasm slowly subsided I simply held myself inside her, buried up to my balls in her ass. I ran my hands over her tight ass and looked down at the scene before me, committing it to memory as this was one experience I never wanted to forget. 

LeAnne was lying next to us on the bed, looking intrigued. "Carolyn, I didn't know you were into anal."

"Oh yeah," Carolyn said as she moved her face away from the pillow. "It was Brian's favorite and we did it so much that I began to really enjoy it. After we broke up, I didn't miss our relationship at all, but I missed having his cock up my ass."

"Doesn't it hurt?" LeAnne asked, clearly intrigued.

"A little, a first. But if you use lube and keep reminding yourself to relax it stops hurting and starts feeling good, really good. There is nothing quite as intense as an anal orgasm."

LeAnne looked surprised. "Really?"

"Really. Why don't you give it a try? I'm sure that Mike would be willing to help." She looked back at me over her shoulder and smiled. "Wouldn't ya Mike?"

"O sure," I said picking up my queue, "always glad to help!"

LeAnne looked unsure. "What if it hurts too bad?"

"Then you stop," Carolyn suggested. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

I looked at LeAnne and smiled, she smiled back. "Ok, let's go for it."

Carolyn gave LeAnne a few more bits of advice and suggested that for the first time she lay on her back and spread her legs wide. Not only would it allow her to open herself as wide as possible and due to the angle I wouldn't be able to get too deep inside her.

After wiping my cock clean I reapplied lube to myself and then helped LeAnne get herself adequately lubed up. When she was ready she pulled her legs back and opened her ass to me for the first time.

I placed the head of my cock against her entrance and pushed. Surprisingly her ass offered little resistance and I felt myself slip inside her. Going slowly I worked my way deeper and deeper inside her backdoor, taking my time to make sure that I didn't cause her any pain. LeAnne didn't appear to be in any discomfort; rather she seemed to be concentrating on staying relaxed. 

Once I was sure that I wasn't hurting her I began to work my way in and out of her. It was slow going at first, me making sure to be gentle, but after stopping a couple of times to apply more lube I was able to work up to a steadier rhythm.

The expression on LeAnne's face also began to change; from a look of studied concentration to a look of enjoyment and finally to a look of pleasure. My cock was as deep inside her as the position allowed and I was fucking her ass with as much force as she could handle.

Suddenly LeAnne released her hands from her legs and latched them onto my arms. Her ruby red nails dug into the skin on my biceps fiercely and her back arched up off the bed. I kept pushing into her and when I looked into her eyes she had that far away look that she gets when she's about to cum.

Carolyn was sitting there on the bed next to us and saw that he sister was on the edge of orgasm. Without prompting she put her hand between LeAnne's legs and rubbed her clit with her fingers. 

That was the last bit of encouragement LeAnne's orgasm needed. She shivered and shook, her eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a long moan. Even though she had started cuming I never stopped thrusting and I continued to fuck her through her entire orgasm. When her moaning stopped and her fingers released my arms, I slid myself from inside her and looked down at the hole I had just vacated; LeAnne's previously tight ass hole was now stretched and gaping.

Both girls lay on the bed and looked at me. "You've both gotten to cum, so now I think it's my turn," I said to them. They agreed and told me I could cum anyway and anywhere that I wanted. I excused myself and went to the bathroom, grabbed the soap and cleaned my penis; I wasn't about to do what I was going to do to them without taking the time to wash up. Cleanliness, right next to godliness.

Upon returning to the bedroom I got the sisters into the position I wanted them. I'm not sure they were totally comfortable with my arrangement but they complied anyway. LeAnne lay on her back while Carolyn lay on top of her, putting the sisters face to face. In the position they were I could fuck one of them, pull out and with a slight adjustment slide right into the other one.

"I'm going to cum in your pussy," I said.

"Which one of us are going to cum in," LeAnne asked.

I smiled like the Cheshire cat. "Why, in both of you of course." And with that I entered Carolyn's tight pussy.

For a few minutes I pounded in and out of Carolyn's pussy. Then I slid from her pussy and pushed into LeAnne. I fucked her for a while and then switched back.

Back and forth I went, alternating between both pussies until I couldn't take it anymore. I told the girls that it was time and I shoved inside of Carolyn one last time. The feeling of her tight hole against my cock caused me to lose control; a huge stream of cum shot from my cock and splashed deep inside her. Before I let lose another blast I quickly withdrew from Carolyn and slid into LeAnne. I made it just in time as another jet of cum flew from my cock and this time landed in LeAnne.

I deposited another shot of cum in LeAnne and then moved back into Carolyn where I finished depositing the last of my load. "See, I came in both of you," I said holding myself in the depths of Carolyn.

When I slid myself from her I collapsed on the bed. Both girls took turns alternately sucking my cock, lovingly cleaning the remnants of my orgasm from the shaft. Once they were satisfied that I was sufficiently clean, they slid their bodies next to mine. My right arm slid around LeAnne while my left arm held Carolyn close.

The three of us lay there naked and fell asleep. It was after dark when we awoke and we decided to take another dip in the pool. Without bothering to put our suits back on we ran outside and went skinny dipping. After our dip in the pool we went back inside and dried off, then fucked each other until we could physically fuck no more.

For the rest of the weekend, none of us bothered to put any cloths on. We figured 'what's the point?' It's not like we would have kept them on for long anyway.



Sister Act



Cat hated to fly. Rather unusual for a former space flight engineer. Flight simulators were okay, but she just didn't trust the commercial airline industry. Probably a result of listening to disgruntled aeronautical engineers and mechanics complaining about how much they hated their employers. Oh and lets not forget the pilots who sit in airport lounges drinking scotch on the rocks with beer chasers, trying to charm flight attendants into a quickie before they're next run. Cat didn't want to think about it anymore. 

She was trying to write the next installment of her Cat Tales series, and was typing away on the laptop, but the 20-something year old sitting in the roomy first class seat next to her wanted to chat. The kid was an up and coming Stanford graduate working for a big wireless communications firm in San Francisco. He was all full of piss and vinegar, ready to take on the corporate world, and was going to be a CEO before he turned 35. Or so he thought. He was making an awkward attempt to flirt with Cat, which doesn't normally bother her, but she really wanted to get going on her new story. She now knew that Paul liked to hike and race cars. 

"So what do you do Cat? Is it alright if I call you Cat? Is that your nickname?"

"I work for the space agency. I do public relations and VIP liaison work."

"Wow! You work for NASA? Cool! Did you ever fly in the Space Shuttle? Have you met any famous astronauts? Have you ever had sex while you were weightless? Ha ha ha, that was just a joke. Unless you really have?"

Always the same questions, Cat thought to herself.

"No I've never flown in the Shuttle, only in simulators. I am quite close to a former Apollo astronaut, and I've met more than half of the Shuttle crews. And no, sorry, never had weightless sex. Its on my 'to do' list before I die though."

"Wow, that's pretty cool. Uh, what's Apollo? Was that the name of one of the early Shuttles?"

Cat had to control the nearly overwhelming urge to choke the little shit. He's probably never heard of the Beatles either, she fumed.

"No, that was the name of the space program from the mid 60's until about 1972. The commander of Apollo 17 was the last person to stand on the moon. Way before your time, I'm sure."

"Boy I'll say. I wasn't even born until 1980. So what are you going to be doing in San Francisco?"

"I'm giving a presentation on the next two Shuttle missions to the employees at the Ames Research Facility. I don't normally come out this way, I usually only go to Huntsville and Cape Canaveral."

"Cool. So where are you staying? Maybe I could show you around San Francisco. I know it like the back of my hand. Maybe I could take you to dinner or something."

"I'm staying at the Fairmont in downtown San Jose but I'm only going to be here for two days, I'll be leaving Saturday afternoon. Maybe next time I'm out this way. Thanks for the offer though, you're sweet."

"Hey no problem. If you change your mind, here's my card. Call me on my cell phone anytime, day or night. I really have a thing for older women by the way. So is that what you're working on right now? Preparing your speech on the laptop?"

Older women? I'm gonna throw the little turd out the hatch any minute now, Cat fumed to herself.

"No actually I'm writing a short story. Its my hobby, I'm an amateur author."

"Really? What are you writing, a space adventure? Alien invasion? Amazon Women from Venus? Ha ha ha."

"No actually its an erotic adventure."

"Whoa, really? You write erotic stuff? What's it about?"

"Well, it's a sexy action adventure involving a female hero I modeled after myself. She gets into and out of trouble all the time, and has lots and lots of sex. In this story, she's taken captive by terrorists from Ireland who need her DNA for evil purposes. She has sex with both good guys and bad guys, lots of bondage stuff, forced sex, cum splatter everywhere, she even has sex with a mythical animal. There's CIA, martial arts, violence, love, sex, dream sequences, lesbianism, incest, evil geniuses wanting to take over the world, good versus evil, all that good stuff."

Paul was just staring at Cat as if mesmerized. That same look I'm so familiar with, she thought. The male seizure syndrome.

"Oh man! When will you be done? When does it get published? I've got to read it."

"Here's the website where I have the first chapter published. You can read it for free. This chapter won't be done for a few weeks, but it'll be posted in the same place. Why don't you read Chapter 1 now? I think they have wireless internet on the plane."

Paul scrambled to open his own laptop and access the internet. That should keep him busy for awhile, Cat thought. She went back to writing her story in peace. About two hours later, they landed at San Jose Mineta International Airport. As they were gathering up their possessions, Cat noticed Paul standing in the aisle slack-jawed, just staring at her, having another seizure. Smiling to herself, Cat mused, I guess he read my stories.

* * * * *

"That fucking bitch!"

Bob was sitting at his desk in front of the computer, reading his email. Just as he blurted out the expletive, his friend Derek walked past the open door to his office. Derek stopped suddenly and stared in at Bob.

"Hey Bob, what's up? Doing personal business on company time? Don't tell me its that internet slut again. Do you still keep in touch with that prick teaser?"

"To answer your barrage of questions: nothing, yes, yes, and yes. She's not a slut, but she is a damn fine tease. You saw that letter she wrote to the three of us. She's hot, but I can never figure out when she's telling the truth and when she's just teasing me. Just when I think I've got her figured out, she throws me for a loop. I just can't help myself, I really like her a lot."

"She's fucking with you man, she gets off having guys chase her around, even on the net. Like you said, she's a fucking bitch. Forget about her man. What did she say this time?"

"She just got finished telling me she's gonna surprise me one day by showing up unannounced. She said she's gonna be on her cell phone, standing outside my office window, telling me to look down in the parking lot at the blonde chick with the big tits waving up at me. It'd be just like her to do that."

"HA HA HA!!!! No way Bob. That broad is never gonna show up here. She's just messing with your head. Both of them."

"Very funny. You're probably right. She told me one time she never meets with anyone from the internet. Said I might be the next Ted Bundy. But I wonder; she's full of surprises."

"She's full of herself. She's the type that loves having guys wrapped around her little pinky, always at her beck and call, slobbering all over her. She probably gets old farts to buy her jewelry and cars and shit, then maybe gives them a blow job in return. Nothing but a shallow gold digger. I will never understand how a guy can fall head over heels for a chick. You won't see that happen to me, ever."

"Yeah sure Derek. That's probably why you've been married and divorced three times. You've got to let women think they're in charge, even though they're not."

"No broad is ever gonna run my life. That cunt has got you seriously fucked up, you need a reality check man. Let's go out this weekend, isn't your wife going to be out of town with the kids? Going to Disneyland or something?"

"Yeah, she's going to see her sister in Anaheim. What do you want to do?"

"We could go to the Brass Rail, I hear they have some new dancers. Wait, I know! Let's go to the O'Farrell Theater. Saturday night is amateur night, its supposed to be pretty wild. At least we can watch some decent-looking women do one of the few things they're actually good for: dancing naked for us men, hahahaha. I mean, the only other thing they're good for is fucking. What do you say?"

"Yeah I guess so. Let's take Kevin, he needs a little loosening up."

"Alright!"

* * * * * 

On the way to the hotel, Cat started thinking about her internet friend Bob. He lives and works around here somewhere, I wonder what would happen if I called him up. Normally Cat would never do that, she made a strict policy for herself a long time ago, never ever meet with strangers from the internet. No matter how nice they seem, the world is full of stalkers and worse. I don't need that crap in my life, she thought. But the more she thought about it, the more she imagined what a surprise visit would do to the poor guy. He doesn't believe I'd ever do it, she thought. What was the name of that company he said he worked for? Oh yeah, now I remember! Pulling out her cell phone, Cat dialed information. 

"Yes, I need the address and phone number of _ _ _ _ _ _ . Thank you."

After writing it down, Cat handed the slip of paper to the cab driver.

"Take me to this address first please."

En route to the office building, Cat dialed Bob's phone number.

"Hello?"

"Hi Bob, guess who?"

"I'm sorry I don't . . . OH NO!"

"Oh yes, its me Cat. Guess where I am?"

Bob's heart skipped a beat. "Don't tell me you're in the parking lot of my building. I just looked out the window, no blondes with big tits waving. You're teasing me again."

"Oh you're right, you caught me. I was on my way to Cape Canaveral and I thought I'd trick you. Guess you're too smart for me."

"Goddamn it Cat, you are such a fucking bitch! I almost had a heart attack thinking you were here in San Francisco. How could you do this to me? The guys were right, you're such a fucking prick teasing cunt. I don't know why I put up with you."

"The guys said that? Which guys? Let me talk to them."

"Oh no you don't. That's all they need to hear. I'll never live this down if they find out I almost fell for one of your stupid games. No way. Have a nice time at the Cape. Bye!"

Bob slammed the phone down and stomped out of his office. He had to get some stuff together for his afternoon meeting with the sales people. Of all the nerve, he thought to himself. But a few minutes later, Bob regretted being so mean to Cat. Shit, at least she called me on the phone. I didn't even think she'd ever do that. Damn, I wonder if I can track that number down.

When the cabbie dropped Cat off at the front door of the office building, she debated whether or not to call Bob back or just show up. After verifying she had the right business, Cat entered the lobby and stopped at the reception desk.

"I'm here to see Mr. Bob Saldic.

"Who may I say is asking for him?"

Hesitating only for a microsecond, Cat said, "Tell him his sister Cathy is here to see him. He wasn't expecting me, I just thought I'd drop in."

"Well how nice to meet you! I didn't know Bob had a sister. Please have a seat, I'll notify him right away."

Momentarily away from his desk, Bob didn't hear his phone ringing. Just as the secretary was about to leave Bob a voice message, Derek and Kevin walked in through the front door of the building.

"Oh, Kevin, Derek, do you know where Bob is?"

At first both men didn't hear the receptionist calling them. They both noticed the woman in the waiting area at the same time. A blonde, green-eyed woman about 35 or so, 5'4", slim with a knockout figure. She was wearing a dark gray pin striped business suit consisting of a jacket over a camisole top, and a short skirt. She had on stockings and heels, and her legs looked strong and muscular. She was sitting on the black leather chair with her legs crossed, and the skirt had risen up above the mid-thigh. The lacy tops of the stockings could just barely be seen. For some odd reason, Derek thought she looked familiar, especially the way she was sitting there. 

Trying to get their attention the secretary said, "Kevin, Derek, hello?!"

When they reached the receptionist, she said to them, "Geez you guys, haven't you ever seen a woman before? By the way, that's Bob sister Cathy. She's here to see him, but I don't think Bob knows she was coming. Do you know where he is?"

Kevin said, "No but I'll go find him. 

Derek said, "And I'll go say hello to sis. Hellooo sista!"

Kevin took the elevator up to the third floor, and went in search of Bob. Derek walked over to the woman and introduced himself.

"Hi, I understand you're Bob's sister. My name is Derek Payton, I work with Bob. I'm Director of AsiaPac sales. Nice to meet you."

"So you're Derek. Bob has told me so much about you. Funny, you don't look like a sphincter muscle."

"WHAT! Bob said that about me? I'm gonna kick his ass. I'm one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet. In fact, just to prove it, I'm gonna take you out for a classy seafood dinner right on the wharf. Nothing but the best for Bob's little sister. How does wine and candlelight sound to you?"

"That sounds great Derek. Is Bob coming too, or is it just you and me?"

"Uh, well, I think Bob has a prior engagement tonight. So I guess its just you and me. How long will you be staying?"

"I was supposed to leave Saturday afternoon, but I think I'll stay until Sunday. After all, I did come here to see my big brother. Maybe we should check with Bob first before we make any plans. Although, I wouldn't mind having a nice romantic dinner alone with such a handsome man like yourself."

"Uh, um, I think maybe you're right. We better check with Bob first."

"Okay then. Shall we go up to his office?"

Cat uncrossed her legs to stand up. As she did, Derek could swear he saw all the way up her skirt, right to her crotch. She was wearing stockings alright, because he saw the lace tops near her upper thighs. And it looked like she was wearing very little else. What he thought he saw was a black lace triangle of cloth barely covering her twat. Cat was looking at him looking at her, and she was smiling.

In the meantime, Kevin was frantically searching for Bob. He found him near the photocopy machine.

"Bob! I'm glad I found you. Your sister is here, she stopped by to see you."

"My sister? Which one?"

"Cathy! She's in the lobby right now talking to Derek. Man, you never told us your sister was a hottie. She's gorgeous! Wow!"

"Cathy's here? I thought she was in Las Vegas. I wonder why she didn't call me."

"I don't know, but you better hurry. Derek's probably trying to pick her up right now."

"Derek's trying to pick up my sister? I doubt it, she's not exactly his type. She's a little on the heavy side for one thing."

"What are you kidding? She's beautiful! Slim and petite and it looks like she works out. She's got really well defined arm and leg muscles. You should see her."

"My sister Cathy? I don't think so. Let's go see."

As Bob and Kevin began walking toward the elevators, the doors suddenly slid open, and out walked Derek and . . . Cat! Holy shit!, Bob thought, its Cat! Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod.

"BOB! How are you?"

Cat ran up to Bob and leaped at him. Without thinking, Bob reached out and caught her, holding her in his arms. Cat wrapped her muscular legs around Bob's waist, her arms around his neck, and kissed him. She planted her lips on his and stuck her tongue deep into Bob's mouth. Bob responded like any healthy man and kissed her back, his tongue intertwining with hers. He instantly had a raging hardon, which Cat could feel pressing against her pussy. Bob wanted to throw her down on the nearest desk and fuck her brains out. He was mad with passion; he almost ripped her clothes off right then and there, when he suddenly became aware of the other people in the office. His mouth still glued to Cat's, Bob looked around and saw the shocked looked on his co-workers faces. He managed to pry himself loose from Cat, releasing his grip on her waist so that she could stand on her own two feet.

'Uh, hey Cathy, nice to see you. Boy we haven't seen each other in a long time huh? Hey everyone, this is my sister Cathy. We've always been very close."

"Yeah I'll say", Kevin snickered.

"Wow, are you guys really brother and sister?" Derek jokingly asked.

"YES! We are. Cathy, this is Kevin Gary and I guess you already met Derek. Soooo Cat...thy, what are you doing here? Why didn't you call first you, you, you sneak you?" 

"I did call bro. I tried to tell you I was coming to see you, but you didn't believe me, remember? You thought I was just kidding. I guess its my fault for always playing tricks on you huh? When I tried to call back, there was no answer. So I thought I'd just come by and surprise you. SURPRISE!"

"Well this is a surprise. Unfortunately I have to go to a meeting this afternoon. Where are you staying?"

"The Fairmont. I haven't checked in yet. I need to call a taxi to take me there. I'll be tied up at the Ames Research Facility all day Friday and then Saturday morning, but I'm available tonight, Friday and Saturday nights. Think you and your friends could entertain me? I'd love to see the San Francisco night life."

Before Bob could answer, Derek said, "Sure we can entertain you. We're free this weekend, right Bob?"

"Uh yeah sure, no problem. I'll call a taxi for you so you can check in at the hotel."

"Um, I could take your sister to the hotel", Kevin offered.

"That would be great! Thanks Kevin, I'll get my bag. I'll call ya later, Bobby Boy, maybe we can do dinner. Bye Derek, it was really nice to meet you. Maybe you could join us."

Bob said, "I can't tonight Cathy, but Friday night and the rest of the weekend for sure."

Then Derek chimed in, "I'm free tonight, how about that dinner I offered earlier?"

"Sure, pick me up at the hotel around 7. That okay?"

"Oh yeah, that'll be fine."

Cat walked over to Bob and planted another full mouth kiss on him.

"Its so good to see you Bobby boy! I can't wait to spend an evening with you . . . and your friends."

"Yeah, me too Cathy, this is really quite a shock. A good shock though."

Kevin picked up Cat's bag and she followed him to his car. He drove her to the hotel, which wasn't too far from the office. Kevin just assumed he was going to drop her off and leave, until Cat told him to come up and chat if he wanted. Kevin was not sure what to do, so Cat made up his mind for him.

"Come on Kevin. I've nothing to do until Derek picks me up for dinner, keep me company for a little while."

So Kevin followed her into the hotel, where she checked in and received her key card. Kevin thought it was odd when Cat asked for three extra cards, wondering why she needed so many.

"Here, you take one. I'll give one to Bob and one to Derek. You three are the only people I know in this town, so if I lose my card, I have three people who can help me get back into my room. And that way, you guys can come up anytime too. Come on, lets go."

When they got to the room, Cat opened the door and went inside, followed closely by Kevin. It was a large suite, with a bedroom, separate living room, a kitchenette and a bathroom. Cat told Kevin to throw her bag on the bed and then get himself something to drink from the refrigerator, and to get her a Diet Coke. Cat began rummaging through her bag, coming up with a pair of blue jeans and a yellow tank top. She put the rest of her clothes away in the dresser. Removing the suit jacket, Cat sat in a chair and kicked her heels off.

"I'm gonna need to get this cleaned for tomorrow morning. Could you call the concierge and have him send someone to pick up my suit and have it cleaned and pressed? Thanks Kevin."

While Kevin was on the phone, he happened to glance over at Cat, who had pulled her skirt up above the tops of her stockings, and was in the process of rolling them off her legs. Kevin thought it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. After removing the stockings, Cat stood up and unbuttoned the skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Kevin stared, not saying a word. Cat was standing not six feet away from him, wearing only a thong and a camisole top. She neatly folded the skirt and placed it on top of the jacket. Snapping her fingers to get Kevin's attention, Cat pointed to the suit laying across the arm of the chair. Kevin shook his head and quickly looked away. Bob's sister was standing in front of him, practically naked. As he hung up the phone, Cat turned and walked away, pulling the camisole top up and over her head, throwing it on the chair.




Sister Act



"I'm gonna take a shower and freshen up. After the concierge picks up my suit, come on back and talk to me some more."

What Kevin saw, and would remember for the rest of his life, was the vision of Bob's beautiful sister, her blonde hair hanging down to the middle of her naked back, her bare buttocks swaying slightly as she walked away. After they came and picked up the suit, Kevin was hesitant to walk into the bathroom. He could hear the shower running, and Cat was humming something softly. He walked to the bathroom entrance, hovering just outside.

"They picked up your suit. It'll be delivered by 6AM they said."

"WHAT?"

"I said your suit will be back by 6AM."

"I can't hear you over the shower Kevin, come in if you want to talk."

Kevin came in and sat up on the counter top. He could barely see a silhouette through the translucent shower curtain. The water suddenly stopped and before Kevin could bolt out the door, Cat slid the curtain open.

Standing in front of him naked and dripping, Cat said, "Hey, hand me a big bath towel would you? Thanks."

Trying not to stare, Kevin handed her the towel while looking at the floor. He did manage to glance at her boobs, which looked fantastic. He also noticed she shaved her pubic area completely bald. She dried off quickly, then wrapped the towel around herself. Walking back into the bedroom, Cat sat down on the bed. Kevin walked slowly behind her, and was about to dash out into the living room.

"Have a seat in that chair, take a load off."

Kevin sat down quickly, still staring at the floor. Cat stood up and removed the towel. As she began to pull the jeans on over her legs, Kevin stole another look. Damn, he thought, she looks great. What a body, and not shy about it either. He watched her pull the jeans up to her hips, realizing she wasn't using underwear this time. Now standing topless in front of him, she grabbed the tank top and pulled that over her head. Wow, no bra either. She must save a lot of money on not buying lingerie. He thought she had the most beautiful breasts, and the most suckable nipples. After putting on her running shoes, she began combing out her damp hair.

"So Kevin, how long have you known my brother?"

"About five years. You and Bob seem pretty close."

"Oh yeah, we've been close since we were kids. Bobby was always the protective big brother. I could talk to him about anything. Oh this is funny: One time, I asked him about hand jobs. This'll make you laugh. I was dating these two guys and they both started dropping hints about having sex. Well, I was afraid of getting pregnant, so we compromised on the hand job. Except I had never given a guy a hand job before, so I didn't know what to do. So I went to my big brother for help. I told him I needed him to show me how to give a hand job and he freaked out, said I was nuts. I told him to forget it, I'd ask dad. Well, he freaked out even more, told me not to ask dad or I'd get into big trouble."

"So what did you do?"

"Bobby wanted to know how he was supposed to teach me how to give a hand job. I said, duh, you're a guy, don't you ever jerk off? He said maybe sometimes and I said probably more like all the time. So I said show me how you jerk off and I'll get the idea. At first he didn't want to do it, but when I threatened to ask dad to jerk off for me he said ok."

"Wow, so did Bob do it, right in front of you?"

"Yeah, he's so cute isn't he? Anyway, he pulled his shorts off and laid down on the bed. I sat cross-legged right next to him and he started to masturbate. I thought it was the coolest thing. He wouldn't even look at me at first, just stared at his dick. But then I saw he was looking at me looking at his dick, and I think that turned him on. Isn't that wild?"

"Yeah that's pretty wild."

"So there he is, pumping away with his hand, his cock looks super hard, the head was all purple, and he started moaning and thrusting his hips up, like he was fucking his fist. I hated to interrupt him, but I asked why he didn't use both hands. He said he did sometimes and I said show me. So he took his other hand and started playing with his balls, squeezing and rolling them around. Watching his fist wrapped tightly around his cock, jerking up and down, I noticed he was using his thumb to rub the edge of the little helmet. I pointed it out to him and he looked down and said oh yeah, do that when you're giving a hand job, the guys will like it. Do you like that Kevin?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess I do. I never thought about it before."

"Hmmph, guys! When I masturbate, I focus on the whole process, where my fingers are, what they're doing, how fast or slow I'm going, what parts I'm touching. I sometimes put a small makeup mirror on the bed between my legs, right up to my crotch, so I can watch myself masturbate. I like to see the insides of my pussy, all the neat folds, and I love when my clit gets aroused and it pokes out a little, you should see it. I can see myself rubbing my clit or pinching it, how many fingers I have buried deep down inside, and if I'm not wet enough I'll stick my fingers in my mouth and coat them with saliva, then shove them back in, stuff like that. I guess you guys just whack, whack, whack and you're done right?" 

"Um, I guess, yeah you're probably right."

"Well anyway, getting back to the story, I've got my face right up to Bobby's crotch, inches away from the head of his dick, because I'm still watching how he's using his thumb and fingers, and I'm fascinated with all the bulging veins and stuff, when all of a sudden, a huge wad of his cum shoots out the tip and hits me right on the forehead. No warning or anything! Reflexively I shut my eyes and opened my mouth to yell, when a second gob squirts out and hits me on my lower lip and chin, most of which goes right into my mouth! He couldn't have done that if he tried! Without thinking, I swallowed and thought it tasted pretty good actually. His cock kept on spraying jism like a fire hose out of control, and it went all over me, my clothes, my hair, on his bedspread, everywhere. I was leaning back trying to avoid further hits when I rolled backwards right off the bed, hitting my head on the floor."

"Oh my god, were you hurt?" 

"I remember seeing stars swirling around, but Bobby jumped off the bed and asked me if I was okay. As he's helping me to stand back up, his cock is still kinda hard and its bobbing up and down right in front of my face while he's extending his arm for me to grab. For some reason it looked pretty comical, so I started giggling, then laughing out loud. Bobby saw what I was laughing at, so he started laughing too. Then he noticed I was coated in white sticky goo, and that made him laugh more. We sat on the bed and just laughed and laughed until it hurt. Bobby said I might not want to give a hand job exactly the same way, but I should have the general idea by now. I asked him if he always shoots a huge load like that, and he said no, it was because of the way I was watching him, it turned him on more than when he's alone. So that's how I learned to give a hand job. Bobby let me practice on him a few times after that, just to make sure I did it right. Have you ever let a woman watch you masturbate?"

"Um, nope, never. I've always done it solo."

"Do you think its weird or would it be a turn on for you too?"

"I guess I never thought about it. I don't know if it would or not. I don't think it would turn me on if my ex-wife or sister were watching. They'd both probably think I was crazy, or a pervert or something."

"Hmm, what if someone like me were to watch?"

"Uh, I uh, I don't know, I guess."

"You guess so, or you guess not?"

"No I guess so, I think it would turn me on."

"Wanna try? We still have some time to kill. Derek won't be picking me up for dinner for another couple of hours. Come on, I won't bite . . . . . . . too hard."

* * * * *

Bob and Derek took the elevator back up to the third floor. Their meeting was scheduled to start in five minutes.

"Damn Bob, why didn't you tell me your sister was a knockout. If you were a good friend, you would have set us up before. Man I can't wait for dinnertime."

"Hey, listen, Cathy is my sister, you keep your hands off of her. No hanky panky."

"Oh come on Bob, she's like what, 35 years old? She's a big girl, she can take care of herself. I plan to turn on the Derek charm full blast at dinner tonight. Too bad you have to go home for dinner, otherwise I'd have invited you to come along. Kevin has to go somewhere too doesn't he? What a shame, I'll have to entertain Cathy all by myself, hehehe."

"Actually she's about 43. I'm warning you Derek, its not Cathy I'm worried about, its you. She's a lot tougher than she looks. She chews up and spits out guys like us all the time. Cathy is smart and cunning and knows how to manipulate people, especially men. She'll toy with you for awhile as long as you keep her amused, but when she gets bored and tired of you, she'll pounce and rip your heart out."

"Geez Bob, you make your sister sound like a wild animal or something. She seems pretty nice to me. No offense, but she looks like a cute little blonde bimbo, which is exactly my type. Don't worry, I'll take good care of her, I won't let any harm come to her. I'll protect your little sister Bob."

Bob just rolled his eyes up and shook his head. He thought to himself, the poor guy has no idea what's in store for him. I just hope Cat doesn't blow her cover, I don't want these guys to know she's my internet Cat they've heard so much about. Man, I can't wait to get her alone, she looks so hot. I'm gonna fuck her silly, then fuck her some more. She's gonna get a good spanking, like she's always saying she wants, and I think I'll try anal sex for the first time in my life. After all I couldn't ask for a better teacher. I can't believe she's actually here, in the flesh! Bob walked toward the conference room, a huge grin forming on his face. 

* * * * *

"Okay Kevin, take off your pants and lay down on the bed. Let's see how fast you can cum while I'm watching you."

Following Cat's instructions, Kevin took off his pants and underwear, and sat on the bed with his back propped up against some pillows. He couldn't believe he was doing this with Bob's sister. Cat sat cross-legged on the bed, just as she had described in story she told him earlier. He's got a nice cock, Cat thought, watching it slowly harden. Kevin grabbed his penis in one hand and began to masturbate slowly. He was looking at Cat's chest, admiring the way her large breasts pushed out the thin material of the tank top. Due to the hip hugger jeans and short top, her entire midriff was exposed, showing off her flat stomach. Cat just sat and watched as if completely absorbed in what Kevin was doing. He really had never done this before, and it was becoming a huge turn on.

"Don't you use your other hand to play with your balls?" Cat asked.

"Actually no, I've never tried that."

"Really? I'm kinda shocked, I would have thought all guys did that. Why don't you try it, see if you like it. Do you like me watching?"

"Oh yeah, it's a turn on alright. I wish I had tried this before with someone."

"Do you feel anything building up?"

"Uh, mmmmm, yeah, I think, uh, uh . . . "

Kevin was stroking his shaft faster and faster, and was furiously squeezing and pulling on his nut sack. Cat pulled her top off, exposing her tits, then she leaned her head over his lap, her face close to the action. Kevin was staring at Cat and when she removed her top and leaned over him like that, it was too much for him.

"OH GOD!!! I'M, I"M, CUMMING! LOOK OUT!"

Keeping her face close, Cat allowed Kevin's spunk to shoot straight into her mouth without ever actually touching him. He squirted three good loads before the spasms began to subside. She caught the first one and swallowed, but the other two hit her in the chin and neck. Good thing I took my top off, she thought with a smirk. Finally, when his spasms began to subside, Cat lowered her face to his cock and, placing her lips over the tip, sucked the remaining fluids into her mouth. 

"So, I guess you do like jerking off with someone watching huh?"

"Oh god Cathy, I've never cum like that before. That was fucking unbelievable. I was so horny I thought my dick was going to explode. That was the best orgasm I've ever had. But its not just anyone, its you Cathy, you turn me on so much."

"Geez Kevin, you're a fuckin stud. I've never seen a guy cum so hard and fast. You're the fuckin hottest guy I've ever met. This is the most beautiful cock I've ever seen, I love your cock. Mmmmm, god you're my kinda man. Now, I've gotta get cleaned up before Derek gets here. I can't wait until we go out this weekend. You are still gonna join me and Bob right? I hope so."

"Hell yes, I'll be there babe. Maybe we can ditch your brother and you and me can play some more."

"Mmmmm yeah that would be nice Kevin. Now, put your pants back on before I rape you. I'm gonna wash up and put my shirt back on. And you need to leave before Derek gets here, we don't want to make him jealous. Oh, listen, do me a favor. Don't mention this to Bob okay? He's normally a peaceful, easy-going guy, but when it comes to his little sister, he gets real overprotective, and if he thinks someone did his Cathy wrong, he'll shoot first and ask questions later, if you get my drift.

* * * * *

Derek arrived at the hotel right on time. He called Cat's room from a house phone and she told him she was on the way down.

"Damn", Derek whispered to himself, "I was hoping to go up to her room first and get some alcohol into her. I'll have that little honey eating out of my hands in no time . . ." Then grabbing his crotch and giving his balls a quick squeeze, he said, ". . . and polishing my knob, hehehe".

When Cat walked out the elevator doors, Derek's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. She was wearing a little spaghetti string top with a plunging neckline and no bra, hip hugger blue jeans that looked like they were painted on, and a fringed buckskin leather jacket and matching boots. Her midriff was bare and there was some extreme cleavage on display. With her long blonde hair hanging straight down, the only other accessory was a small purse suspended from her shoulder. 

"What? Is this too casual for the restaurant you're taking me to? I can change into something more conservative."

"NO!!!!! Uh, I mean no that's fine, it looks . . . great. You look fantastic! I can't believe Bob never introduced us before. C'mon, Cathy, you're chariot awaits you."

Laughing, Cat said, "Thank you kind sir, I've always wanted to ride in a chariot."

Just outside the hotel front doors was Derek's Corvette. He bought it a year ago, after his last divorce was finalized, figuring it would make a great chick magnet. Holding the door open, he watched as Cat slid into the passenger seat, getting a good look at her tits. Damn, I can almost see her nipples from this angle, he thought.

On the way to the restaurant, Derek did most of the talking, and it was mostly about himself. He was in high gear, running at top speed, hoping Bob's sister would find him as irresistible as most of the air heads he dated. Flashy car, fancy dinner, lots of booze, all the ingredients Derek needed to get laid. He had some big plans for baby sis, that's for sure. "I just hope she can keep up with Derek the Dynamo", he wondered to himself.

Once they arrived at the restaurant, Derek had to make a decision. Aliotos in Fisherman's Wharf is one of the best and most well known seafood places in the world. They had valet parking only and Derek hated letting those pimply-faced teenaged attendants drive his car, but the only other option was to park about a block away. Then he had a brilliant idea.

"Listen Cathy, I'm gonna park down the street, that way we can take a nice romantic walk along the water. Sound good to you?"

"Mmmmm, yeah, that sounds wonderful Derek. I love romantic walks, especially with handsome men. You're not planning on taking advantage of me are you?"

"No way!! You're Bob's sister and I promised him I'd protect you and take good care of you. I would never violate his trust, or compromise your honor."

"Damn, that's too bad. I was kinda hoping you would."

Derek stopped and looked at Cat, trying to figure out if she was serious or just making fun of him. She had a genuine smile and such an innocent look, he figured she must be for real. Yes sir, the Dynamo's gonna get lucky tonight, oh yeah.

As they walked along the sidewalk, they came to a section that was poorly lit and there were several dark alleyways running perpendicular to the street. Derek happened to notice there were no other people around at the moment. All of a sudden, two figures appeared out of the shadows and confronted them.

"Hey motherfuckers, give us your money man or I'll blow your fuckin heads off."

Stuttering, Derek said "Whaa . . .?"

"Shut the fuck up man or I'll blow your brains out. Now give me your fuckin wallet. And we want the bitch's purse. Hand it over."

Derek started to reach into his back pocket to retrieve his wallet, saying "Okay bud, take it easy. We'll give you the stuff, just don't shoot anybody okay? Cathy give him your purse."

Suddenly Cat said, "Are you out of your mind? This is a Louis Vuitton bag; I paid like $350 for it. I'm not giving it to this numbnuts."

"Cathy come on, what are you doing? Give him your purse so he doesn't kill us."

"Yeah Cathy, give me your fucking purse so I don't kill you and your boyfriend."

"Umm, I don't think so. Why don't you guys go play in traffic or something."

Nervous and losing his cool, Derek shouted, "What the fuck is wrong with you? Give the man your purse!"

Pointing his gun directly at Cat's head, the robber said, "Listen Annie Oakley, give me the purse or I'm putting a hole in your head."

Reacting quickly, Cat grabbed the barrel of the gun and held it tight. The robber tried to pull the trigger, but it wouldn't fire.

"You don't know much about guns do you sweetie? See, in order for it to work, the thingy on top has to slide over the thingy on the bottom. No slide, no fire. And this is the magazine release . . . "

Cat pushed the button, causing the magazine to drop to the ground.

"And now, if I slide the top thingy back like this . . . the little bullet thingy pops out and now its empty!"

The robber stood there stunned, watching as Cat unloaded his gun in less than three seconds. As he bent over to pick up the magazine, Cat kicked him in the face, knocking him onto his back. Then a second kick to his crotch left him rolling around on the ground gasping for air. 

"Now you really are a numbnuts huh?"

The second robber pulled a knife from his belt and took a step towards Cat.

"You fucking bitch, I'm gonna cut your tits off."

"Listen sweetie, I like my tits, and so do a lot of other people, so I'm not gonna let anything happen to them."

Lunging at Cat, he managed to make a small cut on the sleeve of her jacket.

"Son of a bitch, this is my favorite jacket. That's it, I'm not playing anymore."

Cat kicked the robber in the wrist, sending the knife flying out of his hand. When he turned to get it, she kicked him in the abdomen, knocking the breath out of him. Two quick punches to his nose and throat left him sprawled on the ground, unconscious. The first robber was still moaning, clutching his balls. 

"Come on Derek, let's go have a nice dinner."

"Are you serious? What just happened here? Who are you, Catwoman? You just beat up two guys with guns and knives. Where did you learn to do that? Holy shit, I don't believe this. We have to call the police."

"Do we have to? I'm really hungry."

After the police took their statements and hauled the robbers away in handcuffs, it was too late for Cat and Derek to eat in Aliotos, so they found a bar that served chicken wings and beer all night. When they finished, they walked along the wharf for awhile. Cat had to be at the Ames Facility by 8:30AM and it was already nearly midnight.




Sister Act



"I think we need to get back to the hotel, I have to get up early, and so do you probably."

"Hey I never asked you why you're in San Francisco in the first place." Derek asked.

"I'm giving a presentation to the computer geeks at the Ames Research Facility regarding the next Shuttle mission."

"You mean you work for NASA?"

"Yeah, I'm a space flight engineer. Or I was, now I do public relations and training."

"Holy shit! A blonde rocket scientist. I hope I didn't say anything stupid to you tonight."

"No, I don't think so. Why?"

"Well, I'm not known for having a lot of respect for women. I tend to think most of them are either air head bimbos or sneaky, conniving bitches. After tonight, I may have to re-think that. And I'm sorry the night got all screwed up, it didn't go exactly as planned."

"That's okay, it was exciting, I enjoyed being with you. You're my hero! You deserve a reward for taking good care of me. And thank you for respecting me."

The parking lot was empty when they got back to the car. Standing on her tippy toes, Cat leaned up to Derek's face and kissed him on the lips. Then she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him some more, darting her tongue into his mouth. Derek responded, swirling his tongue around hers. Smiling and pushing herself away, Cat stared into Derek's eyes with a lustful, hungry look. Without saying a word, she undid his belt, then unbuttoned the waistband of his pants and pulled the zipper down. Still staring into his eyes, Cat slowly pushed Derek's pants down to his ankles, releasing his dick. Grabbing his cock in one hand, she began to slowly massage the shaft, pulling on it as it got harder and harder. Derek just watched her, getting more and more turned on.

Finally, still holding on to his member, Cat knelt in front of Derek, and opening her mouth, brought the head to her lips. Still staring into his eyes, Cat sucked him into her mouth, slowly bobbing her head back and forth. She was pumping the shaft as she sucked on his cock, bringing her other hand up to play with his balls. She rolled her tongue all around his dick, licking the little hole in the tip. Sucking hard, she tried to get him in as deep as possible, and managed to engulf his entire prick, sucking it down into her throat. Derek began to thrust his hips, pushing Cat's head back and forth. He put both hands on the back of her head and began pumping faster and faster. Cat had both hands on Derek's ass, holding her face as close to his crotch as possible.

"OOHHHH GEEZ US!!!! GOD CATHY . . . OH YEAH SUCK IT . . . I'M CUMMING . . . OH GOD DON'T STOP . . . MMMMMMMM . . . OH OH OH DAMN!!!

Derek unloaded his thick gooey cream down Cat's throat, squirting and shooting his cum, filling her mouth to overflowing. Cat swallowed several times, taking a quick breath in between. When only a few drops remained, Cat sucked those off the tip, then licked the shaft up and down just for good measure. As she stood up, she pulled his pants back up. Stuffing his semi-hard cock back in, Cat managed to zip him up and re-attach the belt.

"That's for being a good boy and protecting Bob's little sister. I'll be tied up all day tomorrow and during the day on Saturday, but we'll all get together Saturday evening. I hope you boys have something fun planned for us to do."

"Sure Cathy, we'll have a good time. God you're an amazing woman, I think I could fall for someone like you. I don't suppose you'd want to move out here? I'd really like that. You could come live with me, I'd take good care of you. Maybe we could run over to Vegas and get married!"

"We'll talk about it Saturday night. By the way, I don't think we should tell Bob his baby sister just gave his friend a blowjob in a parking lot on Fisherman's Wharf. He might not react very well to that, he's very protective of me. Now, take me back to my hotel, please? Thanks sweetie."

* * * * * 

In the meantime, Bob was wondering if Derek was behaving himself with his trophy Cat. He wasn't too worried about her, he was more worried about Derek. "That poor dumbass Scotsman, he hasn't got a clue" he thought to himself. Bob hoped that Cat went easy on Kevin too, he's a good Irish boy, very conservative.

The next day at work, Bob went in search of both Kevin and Derek. He found Derek first.

"So Derek, how was dinner last night? Did you behave yourself like I told you? You didn't violate my sister did you? Because I think I'd have to kick your butt if you did."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. That was the most unique evening I've ever spent with a woman. Your sister is un-fucking-believable! She's like a female version of Jackie Chan. Don't worry, I didn't violate her. I really like her a lot Bob, I told her she should move here. Hey, just out of curiosity, if a guy wanted to ask for her hand in marriage, who's permission should he get?"

"WHAT!!!! Are you nuts? Listen, she's not the marrying type, so forget it. You'd have to get my permission and I absolutely refuse!"

"Geez Bob, what's up with you and your sister? Are you in love with her or something? Vice is nice but incest is best huh? You can't protect her forever Bob, she can make her own decisions. And how come you didn't tell me she was a rocket scientist? Smart and beautiful and sexy, and she can kick ass, how could a man pass that up? She's the best thing that's ever come my way and I'm not letting her get away, with or without your permission."

Now Bob was worried. What the fuck did she do to him? He's not the same; all of a sudden he doesn't have contempt for women anymore? I gotta find Kevin, make sure he's still alive and breathing on his own. He found him in the men's room, primping! Kevin never did THAT before.

"Uh hey Kevin, how's it going? Everything go okay yesterday with Cathy? She got to the hotel safe and sound I guess?"

"You know it Bobby boy, the old Kevinmeister took good care of her, if you know what I mean. She's a hottie alright, but how could a woman resist this Irish charm, eh? You're sister is a cute little honey that just needs a virile stud like me to keep her in line. Not that anything happened mind you. She came on to me big time, but I told her it would violate my friendship with you, so no way hun, not this time. I told her if I could squeeze her in I'd take her out to lunch or something, but I'm a pretty busy guy, chicks always calling me. I guess we're all getting together Saturday night, right?"

"Okay, where's the real Kevin? You're obviously an evil imposter that's taken his place. Its like you've become Derek and he's become . . . Holy shit! How the hell did she do this?!"

"I don't know what you're jabbering about dude, just let me know when we're getting together this weekend. I think Cathy needs another whiff of Kevin-scent before she goes home." 

At lunchtime, Bob's cellphone rang.

"Hi Bob, guess who?"

"CAT!!! Geezus, what did you do to my friends?"

"Why, whatever do you mean Bob? Just being friendly and charming to your boys, nothing out of the ordinary. They are so cute, I really like them. 

"GODDAMMIT CAT! What did you do? They're . . . "

Just then Derek came in to Bob's office.

"Finally talking to Miss Cyberslut on the phone? Geez Bob, you need to get a life. Get rid of the whore will ya? And you can tell her I said so."

"Did you hear that Cat? Derek said you're a cyberslut and a whore and I should dump you. What do you have to say to that?"

"Aww he doesn't mean it. He's soooo adorable I could just eat him up."

"She says you should go fuck yourself Derek."

"HAH! Yeah right. I'd rather fuck her and then dump her somewhere, the cunt. Besides, I'm more focused on your sister right now. Now there's a classy woman, she's the exact opposite of your little floozy."

After Derek left, Bob began to wonder if this fake sister thing was such a good idea after all.

"So when do I get to see you Cat? You've obviously got my two friends under your spell, when do I get to spend some time with you?"

"I have to do presentations all day, and the last one will end about 5PM. Then I have to go to a reception afterwards, cocktails, hor d'oeuvres and small talk with the Ames brass. That should be over by 8PM. Why don't you come to my hotel room about 9 o'clock? You've still got the keycard I gave you right? Just come up and come on in, we'll have a nice candlelight dinner in my room. How does that sound?" 

"That sounds great Cat. God I can't wait to spend some time alone with you. I didn't think you'd ever really do this. I guess I'll never have you completely figured out."

"Mystery is good Bob. Remember, it's a long and winding road to get to the heart of the Cat. See you at nine. Love ya!"

When Bob arrived at the hotel, he valet parked the car, then took the elevator to the third floor, room 315. His heart was pounding, and he had a knot in his throat that wouldn't go away. He kept saying over and over, "Please don't let me be dreaming . . . Please don't let me be dreaming . . . "

Using the key card, Bob entered the room. It was dark, the only light seemed to be coming from the bedroom.

"Hey Cat, it's me Bob. Where are you?"

There was no answer, so Bob crept slowly through the sitting room, heading for the bedroom. There was a room service cart in the dinette, containing several covered trays of food. It smelled delicious, Bob thought.

"Cat? Hello?"

Still no answer. When he got to the bedroom, Bob couldn't believe what met his eyes. There was Cat, sprawled out on the bed, her wrists tied above her head at opposite corners of the headboard, her ankles tied to the corners of the footboard, spreading her legs into an exaggerated "Y". She had a gag tied around her mouth so she couldn't talk. What most impressed Bob was what she was wearing. Some sort of lacy see-through corset with crisscrossing strings that tied in front, pushing her boobs up and out, the edges of her nipples just visible near the top; a wispy black thong; sheer black stockings attached by straps to the corset; and black high heels. What Bob couldn't figure out was how she managed to tie herself up. 

Removing the gag, Bob said, "Hey Cat, what's up?"

"Oh my god Bob, I'm so glad you're here. I was getting ready for your visit when the room service boy came by with our dinner. When I opened the door dressed like this, I guess he thought I was coming on to him, so he attacked me and held me down and tied me to the bed. When I started to scream he put the gag in my mouth. Then he took his pants off and . . . and . . . and he rubbed his dick all over my face, my boobs, everywhere. It was horrible, just horrible Bob! Then he started playing with my pussy through my underwear and he was sucking on my nipples. He tried to get his dick into my cunt through the underwear but it wouldn't work. Just as he was about to rip them off, someone knocked on the door. He pulled his pants up and ran out of the room. I guess it was his boss or something, because he left and didn't come back. He just left me like this! I'm so ashamed."

"Wow, that's some story Cat. You should put that in your next chapter of Cat Tales."

"What are you talking about Bob? I'm telling the truth, don't you believe me?"

"Uh . . . ."

"Oh my god, you don't believe me! You think I made the whole thing up? What an insult! Fine, whatever, just untie me and then you can leave."

"I don't know Cat, I kind of like having you helpless like this. The mind boggles with the possibilities. You hate not having the control, this might be my one and only opportunity ever to get you back for all the teasing. I think I'll leave you like this for now."

"BOB! Untie me now dammit, or you're gonna regret it."

"Mmmmm no, I don't think so. In fact, I think I'll put the gag back on."

"BOB, don't, I'm not kidding any more, untie . . . . "

"Sorry Cat, but you need to be quiet for awhile. Now lets's see, what to do first. Damn Cat, those are some fine looking titties, much better in real life. Your pictures hardly do them justice. How about we let those puppies breathe? I'll just untie these strings like so . . . Oh what the heck, let's just cut them off. I'll go get a knife from the food tray."

Bob found a sharp steak knife on the serving cart and came back to the bedroom with it. Smiling at Cat, he started to cut the corset strings when he suddenly stopped. Putting the knife down, Bob removed his shoes and socks, then undid his pants, pulling them off. Then he removed his shirt and stood in front of Cat in just his boxer briefs. An immense erection was visibly bulging in front.

"Sorry, it was getting crowded in there. I don't know about you, but I am getting seriously turned on. Anyway, let's cut this thing off shall we? Ah, there we go. Yep I was right, those are some fine tits on you girl. Those nipples are begging to be sucked. Mmmmmmm" 

After removing the corset, Bob began mauling Cat's breasts with his hands, squeezing and pushing them together, pinching and pulling on her nipples. Lowering his face, he sucked them into his mouth, biting and licking them, until they protruded from all the stimulation. Working his way down her stomach, licking her belly button, he finally arrived at her thong. Placing his nose directly up against her crotch, he took a long, exaggerated whiff.

"Mmmmmm, Cat, I do think you're in heat. You smell delicious, I think I'll have dinner right here. I'm sorry, but this underwear will have to go."

Using the knife again, Bob cut the waistband near her hip, and then pulled the thong out from under her. Now Cat's smooth pussy was exposed, the glistening dew beginning to seep out from her opening. Without hesitation, Bob dove in and began to eat, feasting on the luscious folds of her cunt, then digging his tongue into her hole, seeking out her clit. He found it easily, as Cat was now fully aroused, and he sucked it between his lips and nursed it like a tiny nipple. Cat began to squirm, shifting her hips from side to side, pulling on the restraints, a muffled moan coming from behind the gag.

Bob looked up and stared at Cat's face. She was obviously in the throes of an impending orgasm. Sticking two fingers into her cunt, he fucked her with them, shoving them in and out. Cat was bouncing her ass off the bed, trying to get deeper penetration from Bob's digits. Finally, Cat climaxed, her entire body becoming rigid, as Bob continued to assault her with his hand. When she finally relaxed and opened her eyes, she was smiling and looking directly at Bob. Removing his fingers from inside her, he placed them both in his mouth and sucked off her juices.

"Feel good Cat? Now I think its my turn. I'm gonna remove the gag, so no yelling."

After removing the scarf, Bob stood above Cat and pulled off his boxers. His cock sprung into view, pointing to the ceiling. Oh my god, he's huge, Cat thought to herself. Still standing directly above her head, Bob began stroking himself, playing with his balls. Then he kneeled across Cat's chest, holding his dick just above her face. Still smiling, Cat licked her lips and opened her mouth. Aiming the tip directly at her, Bob placed the tip of his cock directly onto Cat's lips, and after making a tight seal, she sucked him in. Moving her head back and forth, Cat was trying to get more of the shaft in, without success. So Bob grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, and pulled her face toward him as he thrust forward. Bob began to give Cat a serious face fucking, just the way she had described them in her stories.

"MMMMMMM, damn Cat, you really are good at this. I knew you would be. Oh yeah, that feels good, suck harder bitch! Oh man, I can't wait to tell the myspace gang about this, the guys will be so jealous. The girls too probably, hehehe. UH UH OH YEAH! Shit Cat, I'm gonna cum down your throat. OH SHIT! God that feels good."

Bob was slamming his crotch into Cat's face, whipping her head backwards on each thrust. He was ready to explode when suddenly, he stopped.

"No, not yet. I have another idea. I'm gonna untie your legs and flip you over."

Bob untied Cat's ankles and made her turn over onto her hands and knees, leaving her arms crossed and still fastened to the headboard. Kneeling behind her, Bob stuck his dick into her pussy and pumped it a few times. Then he spanked her ass. And again. And a few more times, alternating from one butt cheek to the other, until her ass was a bright red. Cat was so turned on she was gushing fluids from her twat. She had two orgasms during the spankings Bob gave her.

"Obviously you like getting spanked. Now, let's see if you really like anal sex. Sorry, no peanut butter, but I think your own juices will do just fine."

"God damn Bob, I am so fucking hot. I need my ass reamed. Fuck me in the ass Bob, you motherfucker! Are you man enough? Fuck you Bob, you can't do it can you? Mmmmmm get Kevin and Derek in here, let them both fuck me at the same time. What are you doing? Fuck you asshole, you got a limp dick or something? What are you waiting for, fuck me! MMMMMMM, yeah do it Bob, fuck me. Pull my hair you son of a bitch, PULL IT!! God damn sissy, stick that beautiful cock in my ass or I'm gonna find a man who can!"

"Fuck you Cat, here it comes. I hope it hurts, you fucking bitch!"

Bob thrust his cock deep into Cat's asshole, filling her rectum. Grabbing her hair, he pulled her head back as far as he could, and fucked her fast and furious. He was like a wild animal, pistoning in and out of her poop shoot, using her hair like the reins of a horse. He was so turned on he came within minutes. Cat also had another orgasm, bouncing and thrashing around, still impaled by Bob's rock hard pole. Bob's spunk filled her up, leaking out around the sides of his cock. When he began to soften, Bob let his dick slip out of Cat's ass, his semen flowing out with it.

Bob flopped over onto his back next to Cat. Cat turned over onto her back, uncrossing her arms, but still tied with the restraints.

"So Bob, are you still mad I made a surprise visit?"

"HA! No, I don't think so. That was the best sex I've ever had, thank you Cat. You are everything I imagined, and more. I am so glad you broke your rule for me. I really love you Cat, I hope you don't mind me saying it."

"Of course not silly. I love you too. You're like a brother to me."

They both cracked up laughing. Bob untied Cat's arms and then she rolled on top of him and kissed him passionately. They lay that way for several minutes, their naked bodies entwined.

'The only thing I don't understand is how you managed to tie yourself up?"

"I didn't. As I said before, when the kid delivered our food, I answered the door dressed like this. His eyes nearly popped right out of his skull. I told him I wanted to surprise my boyfriend, and offered him fifty bucks to tie me up and not say a word to anyone. His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree as he shook his head yes. He didn't say a word, just grinned from ear to ear the whole time. He wouldn't even take the money."

Cat asked Bob to help her shower and get cleaned up, which he readily agreed to, then they sat wrapped in complimentary hotel robes and ate a delicious meal together. After killing a bottle of wine between them, Bob said he had to get home.



"I'll pick up Kevin and Derek, and we'll come by here to get you, say around 5PM? Derek has a place in mind he wants to try for dinner. That okay?"

"That'll be great Bob, I can't wait to see you tomorrow. Kiss me?"

After another long, passionate kiss, Bob reluctantly left. All the way home, he kept thinking to himself, "She's really here!"

* * * * *

"Come on Bob, let's play a little trick on Cathy" said Derek. "We'll take her out to dinner, then we'll go to the O'Farrell Theater for some drinks. They have all kinds of shows there, even a comedian, I'll bet she gets a kick out of it. Besides, tonight is amateur night, remember? It should be pretty entertaining seeing some local ckicks struttin their stuff. Maybe we'll see somebody we know, hahaha."




Sister Act



The old Derek was back, Bob thought to himself.

"I don't know Derek, she might get embarrassed. This is my sister we're talking about here. What do you think Kevin? Should we take Cathy to a strip club?"

"Yeah why not? Besides, I've never been there myself, I'd like to see it. I don't think Cathy will mind." 

Bob and his friends arrived at the Fairmont right on time. Using his cell phone, Bob called Cat's room. She said she was ready to go and headed down to the lobby. The three men saw her at the same time, and the same thought crossed each one's mind: WOW! As usual, she's turning heads everywhere she goes, Bob thought to himself. She sure does like to be the center of attention.

Cat was wearing a short black dress that accentuated every curve, stockings, and black high heels. The top half of the dress was open in front, and appeared to simply hang down from the shoulders, draped loosely across her breasts. It was pretty obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, as her entire tit would briefly become visible when she bent over or turned a certain way. Kevin had volunteered to drive, and Bob had insisted Derek sit in the front seat so that he could share the back seat with his "sister". Derek got out and opened the back door for Cat.

"Thanks Derek", Cat said, kissing him on the lips. "So where are we going guys? I'm starved. Hey can we go to Alioto's? I'm dying to try it."

Bob said, "I thought you and Derek went there the other night?"

Derek responded, "Oh, uh, we didn't make it. We had a little incident and the placed closed before we could get in."

"Incident? What kind of incident? No one told me about this."

"Man, you should have seen your sister, she . . . "

"Derek is my hero!" Cat interjected. "He's so brave, he chased off two crooks that tried to rob us."

"Derek Payton? This Derek? You're kidding, right?"

"No Bob, really! These two guys jumped out of a dark alley and wanted our money, but Derek kicked their asses and ran them off. He was wonderful. By the time the police took our statements it was getting late, so we ate at this bar that has great hot wings."

Derek turned around to look at Cat, and she smiled at him and winked. Placing her hand on Bob's thigh, Cat leaned forward and kissed Derek on the lips. With the back of her dress riding up to her waist, Bob got a close-up view of Cat's upper thighs and ass. He had to resist the urge to plant a kiss on her buttocks. He stared, mesmerized by the sight of the stockings, garter belt, and thong his "sister" was wearing, his face less than a foot away. As Cat sat back down, she slid her hand back into Bob's crotch, brushing across his stiffening shaft. Derek saw it, and wondered if it was an accident or done on purpose.

Kevin said, "Hey way to go Derek, you're the man!"

After arriving at the restaurant, the four of them were seated pretty quickly and they soon enjoyed a wonderful meal. Cat had several glasses of wine and was feeling pretty good. Saving their serious alcohol consumption for the club, the guys only had one drink each. Once they paid their bill they were back in the car and, unknown to Cat, headed for the O'Farrell Theater.

"So where are we going?" Cat asked.

Derek said "Its called Mitchell Brother's O'Farrell Theater. They have regular shows all day and special events on the weekends."

"And what's the special event this evening?"

"You'll see."

Kevin parked the car and they walked up to the door.

"A strip joint?" Cat asked.

Bob replied, "Yeah, sorry Cathy, it was Derek's idea. We can go someplace . . . "

Interrupting him in mid sentence, Cat said, "This will be soooo cool! I haven't been in one of these in a long time. Its just the women that strip I suppose? No male strippers for me? Oh look! Its amateur night! This should be fun to watch, lets go inside."

Derek gave Kevin a "high five", then they went up to the window. Ladies got in free so they only had to pay three cover charges. Women also got free drinks all night if they entered the contest.

"Oh look, I can get free drinks if I compete. I wish you guys had told me we were coming here, I could have worn something different. Should I enter Bob?"

Derek gave Bob a pleading look. So did Kevin.

"Its up to you sis. You know you have to strip, at least down to your panties. You are wearing panties aren't you?"

"Of course I am Bob, look!"

Cat turned and quickly flipped up the front of her dress, revealing a brief glimpse of her thong and garter belt. Derek and Kevin got a good look, so did a couple of the patrons walking in behind them. The manager told Cat the contest would start at 9PM sharp. She had to be backstage at least fifteen minutes beforehand so the DJ could have her song ready to go. The only rule was no blatant sex acts were permitted.

"My song, hmm, what's a good song to strip to?"

Derek managed to get them a table right next to the stage. They watched the regular dancers do their numbers, occasionally putting dollar bills in their g-strings. Even Cat placed a few bills in the girls' underwear. She was observing closely, getting ideas for her own performance. She had a thing about winning, and fully intended to take first prize, which in this case was $500. When it came time for the amateur contest, the house was full, and there wasn't an empty table or chair anywhere in sight. Cat stood up and circled the table, kissing each one of her escorts on the lips. Then she went backstage.

The first eight women were pretty good. All of them were probably between 18 to 35 years old at most. They stripped down to their panties and gyrated around for several minutes each. At least three of them stripped completely naked, which didn't seem to be against the rules. Then Bob heard the song: Girls Just Want to Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper. That had to be Cat's song. Sure enough, once the music started, Cat came out on the stage. She was dancing and swaying to the rhythm, her hair flying all around and into her face. As she approached her boys' table, she winked at them and, smiling seductively, suddenly pulled Kevin up onto the stage. He was extremely embarrassed and tried to get back down, but with the crowd cheering her on, Cat wouldn't let him.

She whispered, "Come on Kevin, you might as well play along, I'm not letting you leave. Just unzip my dress and pull it down off my shoulders. Then you can go back to the table."

Turning her back to Kevin, Cat pushed her butt into his crotch and slid it back and forth across the front of his pants. She could feel him getting an erection. Kevin fumbled with the zipper, but finally got it to work. Then he pulled the top half off her shoulders, allowing the dress to drop to the floor. Now Cat was on stage wearing only her thong, garter belt and stockings, and high heels. Her bare breasts fully exposed, Cat slowly turned around so that everyone in the audience got a good look. The crowd was cheering and whistling, shouting for more. 

Just as Kevin was about to run off, Cat grabbed one of his hands and twirled herself into his arms, her bare butt again resting against his crotch. Holding her hands over his, Cat pulled Kevin's hands up to her breasts and made him massage them in front of everyone. Still holding him, she then slid his hands down her sides to her hips as she continued to grind her ass into his lap. While looking directly at the crowd, Cat slowly brought Kevin's hands around front. As the cheers got louder, Cat brought them closer and closer to her crotch. Finally, placing his right hand directly on the front of her thong, Cat used it to rub her pussy through the lacy material. The crowd was roaring and clapping. 

Cat spun around again, this time facing Kevin. Placing her hands on the sides of his head, she guided his face down to her chest. Whispering, "Suck my tits", Cat brought Kevin's lips to her left nipple, and he obediently sucked it into his mouth. With the crowd cheering them on, Cat brought Kevin's face over to the other nipple and he sucked on that one. Kevin was dying from embarrassment, so Cat decided to let him off the hook. She twirled around and pushed Kevin away, dismissing him with a wave of her hand. He didn't waste any time and leaped back to his seat.

Standing on stage with her hand on her chin, Cat surveyed the audience, appearing to be deep in thought. Several men were shouting "ME! ME NEXT!" As Cat walked around the circular stage, she would stop in front of a table and point to her garter belt. The first guy understood immediately, and reached up to undo one of the grips attached to the top of the stockings. Using both hands, he placed one on her leg and used the other to release the grip. As he pretended to fumble with it, he slid his other hand up Cat's inner thigh, until he reached her ass. Rubbing one hand all over her bare butt he finally undid the grip, leaving the strap hanging loose. Cat shook her finger at him as if admonishing him, then leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.

The next guy she stopped in front of looked familiar. It was Paul, the Stanford guy from the airplane! He looked up at her and exclaimed, "Oh my god, its you!"

Putting one finger to her lips to shush him, Cat turned around and squatted in front of him, her bare butt less than an arm's length away. Cat reached back with one hand and smacked her own ass, then looked at Paul. He didn't do anything, so she got up and walked over to Bob and squatted in front of him in the same position. Bob understood what she wanted and swung his arm, smacking her on the butt. With a look of pure joy on her face, Cat blew Bob a kiss, then went back over to Paul's table and squatted in front of him again, sticking her ass out as far as she could. She turned and looked at Paul, pouting her lips as if she were disappointed. Paul finally understood and reached out and spanked Cat's ass. With the same look of pleasure on her face, Cat stood up and blew Paul a kiss. 

More men were gesturing at Cat, trying to get her to come over to their table. Following the same procedure as before, she went from one table to the next, another man releasing a garter strap and then copping a feel on her ass, her thighs, her flat stomach. At one table, three guys worked on the remaining three grips together, running their hands all over her legs and butt. One guy was bold enough to rub the front of her thong. Cat placed her foot on his shoulder as if giving him better access to her crotch, and when he reached up, she pushed him backwards, knocking him to the floor. The crowd roared with laughter.

Finally all six straps were undone, and Cat returned to Bob and his friends. Cat lowered her chest towards Derek, her tits hanging down to his face. He thought she wanted him to kiss them like Kevin did, so when he stood up, Cat grabbed his arms and pulled him up onto the stage. The crowd was cheering loudly again, and Derek looked like he wanted to crawl into a dark corner and hide. With Derek standing, Cat lay down on the floor on her back and held one foot up to him. Derek got the idea and removed one of her shoes. She switched legs and held the other shoe up for him to take off. The audience was clapping and shouting "GO! GO! GO!"

As Derek stood there holding both shoes, looking down at Cat laying on the floor, she spread her legs wide and placed one hand on her crotch. With the crowd still cheering, Cat simulated fingering herself, a look of intense pleasure on her face. Derek didn't know what to do, so he just stared as Bob's sister pretended to masturbate in front of a live audience. Suddenly Cat jumped up and whispered in Derek's ear, "Sit on the floor and roll my stockings off," and then she kissed him on the lips.

Derek sat cross-legged on the floor and Cat stood above him, her legs spread wide, with one foot on either side of him. With her crotch practically in his face, Derek reached up and slowly rolled one stocking down her leg, pulling it off when she lifted her foot. Then he did the same to the other one. The crowd was roaring again, and began shouting "MORE! MORE! MORE!" Cat looked out into the audience and smiled, blowing them a kiss. Then she looked down and saw Derek sitting there staring up into her crotch. Putting both hands behind his head, Cat pulled his face into her thong covered pussy, mashing his nose against the material. The crowd was going wild, the music completely drowned out by the screaming.

Just as Derek was about to put his hands on her ass, his face still buried in her lap, Cat pushed him away and walked over to the other side of the stage. Realizing he had been dismissed and was being ignored, Derek slid off the stage to the cheers of the audience. Several strangers patted him on the back and shook his hand.

"Damn Bob," Derek shouted, "You're sister is wild! Did you know she was like this?"

"Um, nope, I had no idea. I sure hope mom and dad never find out."

"Too bad she's your sister, otherwise you'd be next. It sucks to be you huh? At least you got to spank her one time. Hahahaha!"

"Yeah, too bad she's my sister. Oh well, I'm glad you . . . "

Just then Cat came back to their table and, crooking her finger at Bob, she indicated she wanted him up on the stage. Bob shook his head no, but the crowd began to cheer and clap, and a few strangers pushed Bob towards her. Derek was trying to explain to the other men that Bob was her brother, but the noise was so loud again, no one could understand what he was saying. Bob was boosted up onto the stage, and Cat took both his hands and pulled him to the center.

"Hi sweetie, are we having fun yet?"

"Geez Cat, the guys still think I'm your brother. Isn't this going to seem a little weird?"

Chewing on his earlobe, Cat whispered, "Well, you should have thought of that before bringing me to a strip club. Now you're gonna have to play along or this crowd will probably lynch you. So be a good boy and do what I say, okay?"

"Damn Cat, you always have to be in charge don't you? You always have to win."

"Yes I do Bobby boy, I always win. But I don't think you and your boys are suffering too much do you?"

Before he could answer, Cat spun around, propping her back against Bob's chest and stomach. She then placed both of Bob's hands on her hips, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her underwear. Rocking her hips from side to side, Cat pushed Bob's hands down, bringing her thong down with them. The crowd was going crazy, screaming and cheering and calling out, "LOWER! LOWER! LOWER!!!!"

Derek and Kevin were just staring, not saying a word. They couldn't believe what Bob and his sister were doing up on stage. Fun is fun, Kevin thought to himself, but this is getting a little too kinky. Derek was thinking Bob and Cathy are way closer than he imagined. Even if my sister was as good-looking as Cathy, I don't think I could do that!

Just as Cat's bare pussy was about to come into view, she stopped and looked out onto the crowd. She shrugged her shoulders and waited for a reaction. The crowd went nuts.

"TAKE IT OFF!!!! TAKE IT OFF!!!!"

Placing her hands back on top of Bob's, Cat pushed her thong to the floor. She stepped out of them and bent over at the waist to pick them up, exposing her bare ass and pussy lips to the audience. The cheering and whistling never stopped. Cat put her thong over Bob's head with the now damp crotch covering his nose. Bob inhaled deeply, filling his nasal cavity with the woman's musky scent. Taking advantage of Bob's momentary distraction, Cat undid his belt and zipper, pulling his pants to the floor. Bob was now standing there in his boxers with Cat kneeling in front of him. Cat grabbed his rather prominent boner and began massaging it along the outside of his underwear. She pulled the waistband out and peeked inside, mimicking a shocked look on her face.

With every man in the room up on his feet, their eyes glued to the action on the stage, Cat stood up and kissed Bob full on the lips. Derek stood there watching, shaking his head in disbelief. Kevin was watching as well, completely enthralled. Cat gestured for Bob to lay on the floor on his back, his hard-on poking straight up from inside his shorts. Now wearing nothing but her garter belt, Cat sat down on Bob's chest, facing his feet. She leaned forward, sliding her knees back toward his head, until her naked pussy was directly above his face. Cat then placed her mouth over Bob's cloth-covered cock, holding the tip with her teeth. With her palms flat on the floor on either side of his hips, she proceeded to simulate performing oral sex.

With the crowd shouting EAT HER! Bob was tempted to do just that. But he was afraid the manager would disqualify her, so he leaned up and kissed just the outer lips, darting his tongue along the soft flesh for just a second. The roar of the crowd threatened to bring down the roof. After a few minutes, Cat jumped up and raised her hands above her head, her legs spread wide, and slowly turned around to face the entire room. Realizing they were done, Bob stood up and, grabbing his pants, jumped off the stage and got dressed. Kevin and Derek had gathered up Cat's clothes, and were holding them for her. Cat leaned down to get her stuff, smiling at her three guys, and then walked off stage to the back room to get dressed.

Needless to say, Cat won the contest hands down. Several men approached her on the way out and asked for her phone number, which she politely declined. The manager offered her a full-time job, with benefits. She said she'd think about it. Then a group of distinguished-looking men walked up to her in the lobby.

"Hi, my name is Gary. I'm a neurosurgeon here in California. These are some friends of mine, and they're all physicians too. We're having a medical convention in town next month and were wondering if we could hire you. We're on the entertainment committee and we need to put together some kind of show. We'd love to book you if your available. Money is no object, just name your price."

"Well I'm not sure, Bob is my agent, and you'll have to clear it through him. I'll do anything he asks me too, anything at all. Same goes for his two assistants, Derek and Kevin. Why don't you give him your business card and I'm sure he'll get in touch with you."

Riding in the car back to her hotel, Cat said she wanted to donate the prize money to a worthwhile charity in San Francisco, and asked Bob to find one for her. Kevin and Derek were quiet, still stunned by Cat's intimate acts with her brother. And they were trying to figure out if she was serious when she told the docs she would do anything Bob asked her to. And where did his sister learn to do a striptease like that? She was absolutely amazing, they both thought.

When they got to the hotel, Cat said she was still pretty wound up from her performance, and asked them to come up for a drink and maybe watch a pay per view movie with her. The three of them escorted her up to her room and she told them to fix some drinks.

"I'm going to get comfortable, kick your shoes off and find something to watch on TV. Make me an Amaretto sour please?"

Cat disappeared into the bathroom and when the guys heard the shower running, Derek confronted Bob.

"Holy shit Bob, what was that back at the theater? You and your sister were ready to do the nasty deed, the only thing that stopped you was the fact you were in front of an audience."

"We were just playing around for the crowd Derek, it was all an act so Cathy could win."

"An act my ass," interjected Kevin. "You guys have been fooling around since you were younger. Cathy told me all about it."

"Told you what?" asked Bob

"Yeah Kevin, what's the scoop?" Derek wanted to know.

"When I took Cathy back to her hotel on Thursday, she told me how you taught her how to give a hand job to her boyfriend. Said she used to practice on you all the time."




Sister Act



"WHAT!!! I never did that with Cathy."

Just then Cat came into the room. "Never did what with me?"

All of a sudden it was quiet. Cathy was dressed in a thin cotton half tank which barely covered her breasts and loose fitting girl boxers. She was in the process of drying her hair when she overheard Bob yelling.

"Well? What did you never do with me Bob? And may I have that drink please?"

Derek handed Cat her drink and said, "Kevin says you told him about Bob teaching you how to give hand jobs when you guys were younger. Bob said it didn't happen."

Downing her cocktail in one gulp, Cat handed the glass back to Derek and said, "Delicious! How about another? Come on Bob, the cat's out of the bag. It's nothing to be ashamed of, so we played around a little bit, what's the big deal? Besides, I rather enjoyed it. Maybe you just need your memory jogged."

Cat walked over to where Bob was sitting and kneeled in front of him, between his legs. She undid his pants and pulled them off, then yanked off his underwear. Bob just sat there stunned, unable to move. Resting her elbows on his thighs, Cat began to stroke Bob's semi-erect cock with one hand while cupping his balls with the other.

"WHOA!!! Hell yeah, this is getting good." Derek exclaimed, sitting down next to Bob on the couch.

"Oh yeah, I'll say its getting good. I knew it was all an act Bob." Kevin said, standing on the other side watching the action.

Then Derek stood up and removed his pants, letting his dick spring loose, and sat back down again. He started stroking his own cock while watching Cat stroke Bob. Kevin took the hint and removed his own pants, freeing his massive hard-on, running his hand up and down the shaft. 

Cat could tell Bob was getting close to ejaculating, his thick member oozing pre-cum. Reaching over to Derek, Cat began to pump his dick with her left hand. Lowering her head, she inserted Bob's huge dick into her mouth, sucking him into her throat. Reaching up, she found Bob's hand and placed it on her head. Bob complied, placing both hands on the back of Cat's skull, forcing her face down into his crotch. He grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled up hard, then pushed back down again, repeating it over and over, jerking her head up and down, faster and faster.

"OH GOD CATHY . . . I'M GONNA CUM . . . RIGHT IN YOUR MOUTH . . . OH, FUCK YEAH!!! 

Bob spurted gobs and gobs of his jizz directly into Cat's mouth, mashing her face into his crotch. Cat swallowed as best she could, but streams of the stuff ran down onto Bob's balls. She thought he must have been saving this up for weeks, this couldn't be his normal load. Once Bob's spasms stopped, Cat pulled Bob fat cock out of her mouth and began to lick his balls, which were covered in white creamy goo. She was still pumping Derek, never missing a beat.

Standing and watching the whole show while jerking his meat, Kevin knelt behind Cat just as Bob was ejaculating. Kevin ran his hands between Cat's thighs, finding her cunt with his fingers. She was soaking wet and obviously turned on by the blowjob she was giving her brother. Pulling the loose boxers aside, Kevin inserted his cock into Cat's pussy, ramming it in to the hilt. He started fucking the horny woman, pistoning his dick faster and faster.

As soon as Cat finished cleaning up Bob's nuts, she turned her attention to Derek. She felt the sudden insertion of Kevin's prick into her ready and willing cunt, and immediately put a lip lock on Derek's knob. Wasting no time, Cat engulfed his entire cock, deep-throating him while rolling his nuts around in her free hand. She pulled his rock hard pole out of her mouth for a second and, turning to Kevin, she said, "Spank me."

At first Kevin didn't get it. So Cat stopped sucking Derek's cock again and said a little louder, "I said SPANK ME!"

Bob interjected, "Kevin, my sister wants you to spank her ass while you're fucking her. Just take my word for it, she loves it. Here, I'll show you."

Bob walked over and smacked Cat on her left buttock. Kevin and Derek were both still shocked at Bob's sex play with his own sister. However, Kevin got the idea and, while still in the middle of screwing her, he smacked Cat on the right buttock. Then Bob smacked her again. Then Kevin, then Bob, until they had a good rhythm going. Cat was in ecstasy, enjoying the stinging pain on both sides of her ass, and climaxed within a few minutes. Kevin was ready to pop also.

"OH GOD CATHY I'M CUMMING!!!!"

Kevin ejaculated, pumping his seed into Cat's cervix. When he finished emptying his ball sack, he withdrew his cock, and sat in the recliner, sated. A few minutes later he fell sound asleep. Derek took the opportunity to replace Kevin, shoving his dick into Cat's sopping cunt. He started thrusting rapidly, already over-stimulated from Cat's oral skills, and was unable to hold back any longer. 

"OH SHIT . . . MY TURN . . . OH MAN HERE IT COMES . . . OH FUCKGODDAMN . . . AHHH CATHY . . . OH YEAH BABY!

Filling her cavity to overflowing, Derek shot his load into little sister's twat. When his spurts subsided, Derek withdrew his shrinking fuck stick, and lay on the floor. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep also.

Cat got up off the floor and, winking at Bob, indicated she wanted him to follow her into the bedroom. Cat told Bob to lay on his back on the bed. Using her talented mouth, Cat brought Bob's erection back to full attention.

"Damn Bob, did this thing grow another inch or two in the past hour? Geezus, you're almost too big for me to handle. I love your cock, I want to keep it all for myself. Can I take it home with me?"

"I wish you could Cat. I'm still not sure if I'm dreaming or not, are you really here? God I wish this night could last forever. Maybe you should think about moving out here. I know Derek and Kevin would love it."

"Oh Bob, you know that's not going to happen. But I'll come visit more often if you'd like. Who knows, maybe I'll do the medical convention party. I'll just have to figure out how to keep putting off marrying Kevin and Derek. They both want to be your brother you know. I suppose I could just tell them I can't possibly choose one over the other. Anyway, are we gonna let this lovely hard-on go to waste? Don't you want to fuck your little sister one more time?"

"I want to fuck my sister till she's unconscious. I want to see my fat cock stretch your pussy wide open. I'm gonna cum so hard, my sperm is gonna shoot out your mouth. Come on you prick teasing bitch, sit on my cock till you can't take any more. I want you to beg me to stop. Oh fuck yeah." 

Straddling his waist, Cat lowered herself onto Bob's huge member, embedding it deep inside her. She started out slowly rising up and then easing down. She picked up the pace, bouncing up and down, faster and faster, riding Bob's plump sausage. Bob had both hands on Cat's impressive tits, squeezing and mauling them, pinching her nipples between his thumb and index finger. Cat was riding him like a wild stallion, threatening to break the bed frame.

"OH . . . OH BOB . . . I'M FUCKING CUMMING . . . OH GOD . . . SHIT . . . OOOOOOOH!

As Cat's climax intensified, her vaginal muscles squeezed around Bob's cock. The sensation was too much for him, and Bob began spraying his spunk all over her insides. As her spasms subsided, Cat collapsed forward onto Bob's chest. Once Bob's dick softened a bit, Cat rolled off of him onto her side. Bob turned over also, throwing his arm across Cat's chest, cupping one of her breasts. They both fell sound asleep in the spoon position.

The next morning, when Bob woke up, he discovered he was alone in the bed. Grabbing a towel from the bathroom, he wrapped it around his waist and went in search of his playful internet lover. He saw Kevin and Derek still fast asleep in the living room, right where they had collapsed hours earlier. But Cat was gone, so were her suitcase and clothes. Damn, Bob thought, always the mystery woman. He found a note on the desk:

Hey Bro,

Thanks for showing your little sister a good time. You and Derek and Kevin are the best, I love you guys soooooo much. I can't wait to come for another visit, I hope I have an open invitation? Don't forget to donate my prize money to a good charity. Tell Kevin and Derek I still can't decide which one to marry, so we'll have to wait on that one. Give them my email address, maybe they'll want to chat with me sometime. Who knows, maybe I'll even write a story about them. Love ya!

Your Loving "Sister"

Cathy



Sister Act



Janeen was busy working on her homework when there was a light knock on her door.

"Janeen," her mom said. "I need you to pick your sister up at the mall."

"Didn't she drive?" Janeen asked. 

"You know your sister," her mom answered.

It was answer enough. Janeen knew her sister. Knew she couldn't be depended on. Always in trouble. Always causing Janeen problems. Her mom too.

Janeen closed her book. "I better go pick her up."

"I can always depend on you," her mom said.

"Thanks." It was a pain looking after her sister, but Janeen was okay with the arrangement. Being the good girl had it's perks. And as soon as she finished a couple of years at the local university, she was transferring to a better one and away from home. Her sister would be stuck in this godforsaken town forever.

++++++++++++++++++++

Janeen met her sister inside Macy's. She wasn't hard to miss there in the juniors section, wearing tight haltertop, a short miniskirt, and high heels. Her hair bleached blonde, with dark roots showing. Her midriff was bare and she showed a daring amount of cleavage. Janeen shook her head. Her sister the slut. And she was looking particularly so today.

"Tracy, are you ready to go?" she asked. "I need to get back home to finish my homework."

Tracy ignored her question. Instead held up two tiny miniskirts. "Which do you like better, the red or the silver?"

"Neither." Janeen said. They looked more like bathing suits than skirts.

"You are no help at all," Tracy said. "Here hold my bag."

Janeen held her bags while Tracy modeled in front of the mirror. 

"I really need to go," Janeen tried again.

"God you are worrisome," Tracy said.

"Fine. I'm leaving without you," Janeen said.

"Okay...okay..." Tracy said. "You got any money?"

"No. I'm broke," Janeen lied. Her sister never paid anyone back.

"Rush...rush...rush," Tracy said. "Let me put these back, and I'll meet you at the front."

Janeen walked to the front of the store carrying the bags her sister had been given her. She walked slowly waiting for her sister to catch up. She stepped into the mall to have a seat.

She didn't get far. A strong hand caught her arm. "This way ma'am."

"What?" Janeen's heart began to hammer. "What's going on?"

"Just step this way," said a gruff woman in a dark blue security outfit. She was tall and a bit stocky. Hair short and manner abrupt. "Let's not make a scene. It's a security matter."

Janeen didn't have any choice. She was escorted over to her sister and both were taken to a room in the back of the store.

"Let's see what's in that package," the security officer said.

"It's not my package," Janeen said. "It's my sister's." She wanted no part of whatever her sister was in trouble for.

"Are you refusing to comply with a security officer?" the lady said. "I'll make a note in the report of your refusal. You may want to reconsider, at the trial they take such things into account. 

"No...no.." Janeen stammered. Trial? Did she say trial? Oh fuck! "I just. I mean." And then she handed it over.

Inside the package were several short skirts and tops. A pair of pumps. It was clearly more than her sister could have paid for. 

"These all have the security tags attached," the officer said. "How do you explain that?"

"I can't," Janeen stammered. Her heart pounding. Her head swimming. "I just came in here to pick up my sister. I didn't take anything."

Then she did the only thing she could. She turned to her sister. "Tell her Tracy. Tell her that I had nothing to do with this."

"I don't know why she took that stuff officer," Tracy said. "My sister has a problem with shoplifting."

Tears of despair welled in Janeen's eyes. "You fucking liar," she accused.

"Enough," the officer said. "Sisters, as far as I'm concerned you are in on it together. Some sort of shoplifting team. I'm going to have to search on you both." 

A search? Dear Lord. Things just kept going from bad to worse.

"Do you have anything hidden on your persons?" the officer said. "This is your last chance to volunteer. Then I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask that you both disrobe. It will go much worse for you if you lie."

"I don't have anything hidden." Janeen said. Of that she was sure.

"I don't have anything hidden," Tracy said. "But I can't vouch for my sister."

Bitch!

"Please disrobe," the officer said.

Tracy started to kick off her heels and Janeen just stood transfixed. 

"Wait," the officer said. "I want you to take off your sisters clothes and then she'll take off yours. That way if you have anything secreted away, you won't be able to pull any tricks with it."

"Start on her," the officer pointed to Tracy.

It was a momentary measure of revenge. Tracy was going to be searched too. Janeen took hold of the tube top and lifted, but Tracy refused to lift her arms. God, she was being a stubborn bitch again. "Please," Janeen asked.

Tracy lifted her arms so Janeen could remove the small top. Her breasts fell free and bounced nicely. 

"See officer," Tracy said. "Nothing underneath there but my breasts."

"Now the skirt." said the officer.

Janeen had to kneel down to take the skirt off. Leaving her sister in pink thong. God, what a slut. She was embarrassed to be related to her.

"All of it," said the officer.

Janeen took hold of the thong with trembling fingers. Lowered it down her sisters wide hips and then to the floor. Her pubes were shaved to a small triangle above her slit. Everything else was smooth and bare. Her sister was now naked - naked and smiling without a care in the world. It would be her turn next and she dreaded it. Her sister was doing fine being stripped, but that was expected, her sister was a slut.

"Now her," the officer pointed to Janeen, causing the young woman's knees to go weak. So weak she almost lost her balance as she stood up.

Tracy took off Janeen's shoes and socks. She stood up behind her sister, instead of in front like Tracy had been. She started with Janeen's blouse. Undoing one button on her shirt at a time. 

"I don't think my sister has anything hidden in here officer," she said. 

Thank God her sister was finally helping her. Janeen began to feel that at least she wasn't totally being abandoned.

Tracy took off her sisters shirt. Then she brought down a bra strap, and then the other. Then she took hold of the clasp in front of her cups. "Nothing hidden in here at all. Not even tits," Tracy said. "Trust me. I may be her little sister, but I'm her big sister, if you know what I mean."

Dear God, what was her sister doing? Janeen's cheeks blazed in embarrassment.

"Are you sure you want to see?" Tracy asked. "Such small cups, I can't imagine anything could be hidden there."

Janeen wanted to tell her sister to cut it out, but she just couldn't. Her shame was too great. 

"Take it off," said the officer.

Janeen pulled a cup away, exposing a small pale breast and a brief flash of pink, and then covering her back up. 

"I'm so embarrassed for her officer," Tracy said. "I just can't expose my sister like this."

"I said remove it," the officer said, her eyes intent on the slim mouse haired girl in front of her.

"But officer," Tracy said toying with the small cups, slowly moving them down, exposing more pale flesh, but keeping pink nipples hidden. "I don't think anyone has ever seen them except maybe me and my mom...." 

"Stop your games and take off her bra," said the officer, her voice growing husky and breathy.

"See....nothing here worth seeing at all." Tracy pulled the bra open. Baring her sister. "Want to see underneath her breasts? Ooops there is no underneath, is there sis?" 

Janeen just wanted to hide. To crawl away. Her breasts were firm and pert. No there was no underneath, and it wasn't easy being the sister of someone so endowed and eager to show off her attributes. Never more so humiliating than now. She wanted to turn away and hide her shame, but her sister held her fast from behind. She covered herself the only way that remained, placing her hands over her cute orbs.

"The pants too?" Tracy asked. "Or have you seen or not seen enough."

"Of course you will remove her pants," said the officer. "But pull out her pockets first. Make sure she doesn't have anything hidden."

Tracy stuck her hands deep in her sister's jeans. Too deep. Janeen gasped. Reached for her sister's wrists, exposing her breasts in the process.

"Nothing in here officer," Tracy said as she pulled the pockets out. "Nothing has been in here either if you know what I mean."

"Stop it," Janeen said, feeling more and more self-conscious by the moment. Once again covering her breasts, as her sister pulled her pockets inside out.

Then Tracy undid the button of her jeans. "What do you want to bet on what she's wearing underneath?" she asked. "I bet some old ugly big cotton panties. If I'm right, you'll let us go. If not, we'll work it out however you want."

"You are not in a position to bet anything," the officer said. "Now take them down."

Tracy pulled down her sister's jeans. Not just disrobing her sister, but stripping her. And yes, Janeen was wearing a cotton bikini. Not granny panties, but designed for comfort and not for fashion. 

"Everything goes," said the officer.

"Please officer," said Janeen. "I promise. I haven't hidden anything."

"Oh but she has officer," Tracy said, taking her sister's waistband and tugging down a bit, exposing a round stomach and pelvic bone, and just the barest glimpse of brown curls. "She keeps what's underneath hidden from everyone - and I do mean everyone. I bet we find dust and cobwebs," she laughed.

"Stop it Tracy," Janeen retorted, her chin beginning to tremble. "Please officer, I'll do it myself. Tracy is...Tracy is making a mockery of this." But what she meant was me. Tracy is making a mockery of me and I'm nearly to tears.

"Then who have you been showing it to," said her sister. "Tell me his name. He has a name doesn't he?"

But there was no name. Janeen stood defeated while her sister pulled open the front of her underwear, looked inside and laughed. "Oh sis, you really need to shave. It's like a jungle underneath here."

Janeen's shame was so great, with burning cheeks, her hand moved down to cover her crotch from the officer's hungry eyes, as her sister stripped her of her panties and the last vestige of her pride.

"Come on officer," Tracy said. "Do you think there is a way for us to work this out between ourselves?"

Janeen felt a bit of hope at her sister's suggestion. She didn't want to go to jail. Her knees grew weak at the thought of a record and what that would do to her chances at nursing school. But the officer's hot hungry gaze was on her, not Tracy, and it scared her to the marrow.

"I believe I can think of a way," the officer said. "I want to see you kiss. The two of you."

"That's disgusting," Janeen exclaimed. Truly disgusting. Not only was it her sister, but her sister was a slut.

"Shhhh..." Tracy whispered in her sister's ear. "We don't have to do anything. We can just pretend. It's not so bad." She moved in for a kiss.

However Janeen was having none of it, and turned her head to the side. "I'm not doing it."

The officer pulled a plastic baggie from Tracy's pocket book. "Lookie what we have here. Drugs."

"They're not mine!" Janeen said. This was truly going too far. "They're belong to her!"

"If you think about it," Tracy told the officer with a sly smile, "You'll see that it came out of my sister's purse. I'm ready to do whatever you say if you know what I mean."

Janeen watched in horror as the security officer dropped the bag into her own purse. Took out a polaroid and snapped a quick picture of the evidence. Dear God no! Was everyone against her?

"I believe you just went from a misdemeanor to a felony," the officer said. "Do you want to work it out like your sister, or would you rather I call the cops."

At first Janeen had respected this officer, but now she saw that the woman was no better than her sister. A criminal. A pervert. But, that pervert held all the cards. In a defeated voice, Janeen said, "Work it out."

"Good girl," the officer said, and nudged several articles of stolen clothes to Janeen. "You wanted them bad enough to steal them...let's see what you look like in them." Then to Tracy: "You put your old clothes on."

Janeen hated putting on the clothes. They were the sort of clothes her sister wore. Slutty. Small. Soon both sisters were dressed in tight skirts and halter tops. But the officer wasn't finished there, she made Janeen put on some of her sister's makeup. Not all of it, just the garish lipstick, mascara, and eye shadow. She looked over at her sister. God, what a tramp. Only now, Janeen knew she must look like a tramp as well. 

"Perfect," the officer said. "A perfect pair of sister sluts. Now, kiss little sluts."

Tracy moved in front of her sister, tilted her head up, and kissed her sister on the lips. Janeen stood with lips pursed tightly and let herself be kissed. How disgusting. Her revulsion roiled her stomach.

"I think I'm just going to call the police," the officer said.

"Wait," Tracy said. "My sister's just not a very good kisser. She's a bit of a - a bit of a stick in the mud." Then she whispered to her sister. "Look bitch, you better play ball. I know you don't like it. I don't like it either. But, if we don't do like she says, we are going to be in big trouble. So at least pretend goddamnit!"

"I'm sorry," Janeen said. "I'll try - I'll try again."

"That's my good sluts," the officer said. "Now stand in front of each other."

The two girls moved to obey.

"Wrap your arms around each other's waist and pull each other close."

The sisters stood in front of the officer, arms hugged around each other.

"Look into each other's eyes my little sluts," the officer said. "Now Tracy, give your sister a kiss. Kiss her like you mean it."

Tracy took a handful of her sister's hair and pulled her down so she could kiss. Their mouths touched. Lips parted. Janeen started to fight the embrace, but once she could see that her sister wasn't actually trying to stick her tongue in her mouth, she relaxed into her embrace.

"Now switch."

Janeen attempted to kiss her sister the same way she had been kissed. It felt awkward, it looked even more so. 

"I'm not buying it," the officer said. "You're trying to pull one over on me. Okay blondie, move your mouth away a little bit. You too small tits."

Janeen gladly moved away.

"Now stick out your tongues," the officer ordered. "Get it out there small tits, I know you can to better than that."

On no! She was going to make them really kiss! Janeen's tongue snaked out. Straining obediently.

But there was nothing Janeen could do but obey. She watched in horror as her sister did the same and fixed her with an angry glare. This was her fault.

"Now make those tongues dance my little sluts."

It was humiliating performing for someone else's enjoyment. Worse so because she was being forced to do it with her slut of a sister.

"Now you with the bleach blonde hair, suck on your sister's tongue," the officer ordered.

God, could it get any worse? Janeen stood there while her sister sucked her tongue, sucked it like she would suck a man. 

"Now mousey brown hair, you turn to suck your sister's tongue." 

Janeen couldn't help but grimace as she pursed her lips and took her sister's tongue in her mouth and sucked. 

"I don't have all day girls," the officer said. "Fuck it. I'm just going to call the cops."

"You better do it right bitch," Tracy whispered to her sister. "Now smile and suck my goddamn tongue. All you got to do is do what I do. Now stick your goddamn tongue out and learn a thing or two for once."

And with that she tossed her dyed blonde hair, smiled a smile that held no joy, gave a 'mmmmmmmmmm' and went took her sister's tongue in her mouth and sucked. Sucked it so hard it almost hurt. Sucked so hard, Janeen couldn't resist as her tongue was pulled out from the roots. 

"Okay small tits," the officer sneered. "Suck your sister's tongue."

Oh how she hated her sister. It wasn't that easy for her. It wasn't that easy for someone who wasn't easy. But, Janeen did her best to pretend she was just this once.

She tossed her brown hair. Then she said, "mmmmmmmm", and went for her sister's tongue. Sucked it in her mouth. Wondering just where that tongue had been before. In and out she sucked that squirmy pink appendage, her distaste written clearly on her face, but the security guard seemed pleased.

"Deeper," the officer ordered. "Get those hungry mouths together. Tongues out sisters. Both of you. I want to see those cheeks moving from your sister's tongue. That's it sluts. You are doing good...real good."

But Janeen didn't feel like she was doing well. Her heart began to pound. She was feeling ...tingly. Tingly in a way that she shouldn't be. Not like this. Not with her own flesh and blood.

"Now let me see some hickies on each other's necks. Do her first slut. Show her how it's done."

Tracy nuzzled her sister's neck, gave a small kiss, formed a lock with her lips and sucked. Hard. In the neighborhood, boys said she could suck the chrome off a bumper. They weren't far off. 

Janeen gave a gasp. The kiss hurt. But it hurt in a delicious way. And then her sister as doing it again. Marking her. She had seen girls with hickies. She knew what she thought of them. How common the girls must be to allow someone to suck their neck like that. Now it was her neck, with not one, but two...now three red marks. With growing horror, Janeen realized she was growing more and more turned on. The tingling wasn't subtle anymore. It couldn't be ignored. She needed this to stop, yet the officer just said do it some more Tracy, I think small tits likes it.

"Please Tracy," Janeen whispered. "Mmmmmmm-please stop. It ...hurts...."

But Tracy didn't stop. Not even when Janeen's hips began to grind against her pelvis. Not even when both sides of her sister's necks bore red/blue welts. Only when the security officer said,

"Your turn small tits," the officer said. "Do your sister."

Janeen was glad for a respite. Glad she could suck on her sister's neck, lest she embarrassed herself further. Glad she could get even. She secretly wished her sister would lose control as she had earlier, but her though her sister gave a fake little moan and ran her fingers up her sister's back, it wasn't doing anything for her. She had long since graduated from kissing and a little neck sucking.

"Now suck your sister's titties," the officer ordered. "You go first this time small tits. Let's see you suck those big titties."

"Please officer...don't make me do this," Janeen begged.

"I'm getting tired of having to repeat myself with you." the officer said. "Now do it, or you can do it with the girls in jail. Oh I bet those women in jail would just love a skinny little cutie like you."

Her sister was a slut, but she was a definite improvement over whatever she might find in jail. Janeen swallowed her fear and lifted up her sister's halter top. Tracy's breasts fell out and the large orbs gave a delightful bounce.

"I thought you would see things my way. Okay small tits, I want to hear you say, you are so big little sis," the officer said.

"You are- you are-" Janeen stammered. The words came so hard and brought up so may harsh feelings of inadequacy had felt since childhood. "You are so big little sis."

"Now kiss those fat titties."

Janeen tried to imagine herself as someone else. Tried not to think of what she was doing to her very own sister. Tried not to think of the hard nipple against her lips. 

"Tell her you've been dreaming of this for years."

But it was impossible to ignore what was happening when the officer kept telling her things to say and do.




Sister Act



"I've been dreaming of this for years." Then she took the fat nipple in her mouth and gently sucked. Her own sister. Why did she feel so tingly now? Why wasn't she repulsed as she should be?

The kissing and the necking didn't do anything for Tracy. But this? Having her nipples sucked by her very own sister - so kinky. And then Janeen's humiliation made it even more enjoyable. Tracy began to grow wet.

"Good job small tits," the officer said. "I think you have a knack for it. Now see how far you can get them in your mouth."

Janeen felt like an idiot as she was forced to suck her sister's nipples. To fill up her mouth on them. She wanted to crawl under the desk she was so humiliated. Worse they were hard and aroused making it all the worse. Her sister was breathing heavy. Dear Lord, she was getting off on this.

"Your turn bleach blonde," the officer said. "Aren't you the lucky one. Should take no time at all to give small tits there a little titty suck." 

Tracy took hold of her sister's top, just under her breasts, but not yet lifting it up. "I can't very well say they are big now can I sis?" Tracy said enjoying her sister's humiliation. "How about I say, hey big sis, you're not small...just underwhelming..." And while her sister blushed a deep crimson, she lifted the top off, exposing her sister's breasts. Though she made fun of them, they were nice breasts. Firm and well shaped. Not a D-cup like Tracy's but, they were beautiful breasts, with well shaped nipples, rapidly growing hard under the scrutiny of her sister and the security officer.

"Suck them."

Tracy was feeling mean. She couldn't help it. She had been caught shoplifting and with drugs in her purse. She had offered to work it out with the security officer, yet the woman wasn't interested. The officer told her to call her sister and lure her into this situation. Tracy didn't want the security officer, but she didn't like being second fiddle to her sister. Not at all. She kissed her sister's hardened pink nipple, then took the nub of it between her teeth and gave a little bite.

"Ow!" Janeen gasped, she tried to pull away but her sister had her firmly by the nip. "Quit it Tracy....mmmuhhh...you are...you...are hurting me," she moaned.

Tracy ignored her sister, kissed her nipple softly for a bit, then when she wasn't expecting it, gave it another nip. 

Janeen gave an involuntary moan. Unable to suppress it. 

"Oh...small tits likes it." the officer said. "Now the other."

Tracy took the neglected breast in her hand, lifting it up, bringing pink flesh to her teeth. 

Janeen could see what her sister meant to do. Knew it was coming. "Please don't," she whispered.

Tracy ignored her sister's protest. Gave it a bite just as she had done the other breast. This time Janeen didn't pull away. This time she gave a low moan and wrapped a leg behind her sister to keep from falling down.

"Hmmmm...I believe small tits is one hot little slut," the officer said.

It took a moment for it to penetrate the fog that clouded Janeen's mind. At first she thought the officer was talking about Tracy - the slut. But then she realized the officer meant her. Dear Lord!

"Take off her skirt," the officer said. "I want to see if the little slut is as wet as I think she is."

Tracy moved behind her sister. She took hold of her tight miniskirt. She was growing more and more jealous.

"She won't be. My sister is a prude," Tracy said. "She has a stick up her ass."

Then she lowered Janeen's skirt to her feet.

Poor Janeen. Going through life with a slut for a sister. It made it so hard to date...to have relationships. Her sister had dated the entire school. She would have to accept sloppy seconds. So instead she chose to not date anyone. To wait. And sometimes waiting was so hard. So very hard. 

"You're a hot little slut aren't you small tits," the officer said. "Don't deny it. I can see it with my own eyes."

Janeen knew it. She could feel the wetness down below. She was soaked. 

"You say your sister has a stick up her ass?" the officer said. "Why don't you check? You heard me, stick your finger up there and see if you feel a stick."

Tracy slid a finger between her sister's cheeks. This wasn't going how she planned. Her sister was supposed to have proven how inept she was. Then she would have to watch as an expert did what was necessary for the security officer. To watch what a real woman could to. While she sat alone and ignored. Now Tracy was the one feeling ignored and she didn't like it one bit. But it wouldn't be long now. She was sure of it as she wormed a finger into her sister's tightly clenched opening. It was something she had never allowed boys to do. Her sister surely would prove how much a prude she was now.

But Janeen gave a low moan. Almost a growl. She hunched back, forcing the finger in further.

"I'm not so sure your sister has a stick in her ass...." the officer laughed. "I think you mean she likes taking it in the ass. Now spread her pussy for me, I want to see how wet it is."

Tracy reached in front of her sister. When her fingers found wet lips, she was surprised, this wasn't just an act by Janeen....she was turned on. Very turned on. It took a bit to get a grip on those slick wet lips, but when she did, she pulled them apart.

For her part, Janeen kept her hands over her crotch. Hiding the evidence of her body's betrayal from the officer's hungry eyes.

"Get those hands out of the way small tits," the officer said.

"Please," Janeen begged, shifting her weight from one foot to the next, causing her sister to lose her grip and struggle to find purchase again. But she slowly lifted those trembling hands out of the way, exposing her dirty little secret. She was soaked. Dripping down her thighs.

"Look down small tits," the officer said. "I want you to get a good look. That's one juicy pussy, if I do say so myself."

Cheeks blossoming a bright crimson, Janeen dared to look. The officer was right. Her sex was plump, pink, and very very juicy. Her lips engorged. Dear God, even her clit was erect and visible.

"Now let's have a look at bleach blonde," the officer said. "Lets see if it runs in the family."

At first Janeen was relieved. Glad to no longer be on display like a piece of meat. However, the officer had other things in mind. Instead of displaying her sister from behind as Tracy had done. Janeen was made to kneel down in front of her and take her short skirt off. Then at crotch level, she was made to spread the lips of her sex, displaying the pink insides.

"I thought your sister was the slut, small tits," the officer said. "Take a good look at that cunt. Now tell me who's wetter, your bleach blonde slut of a sister or you?"

She blushed a deep red. The evidence was right there in front of her. The pussy that had seen more traffic than I-95 as not anywhere near as wet as her own virgin sex.

"Now look up at her and tell her I love eating your pussy, little sis."

It was horrible. There on her knees. Her sister looking down at her. Saying those horrible words. But she had no choice. Her only choice was to endure this shame or go to jail. "I love....I love eating your sweet pussy little sis."

"Now say just like when we were little."

"Just like..." God it sounded so perverted. But maybe if she said it she wouldn't have to do anything....just maybe. "Just like when we were little."

"Now get closer to it. Closer. Go on, it won't bite...but then again, I've heard some rumors." the officer chuckled.

Janeen was now just inches from her sisters pussy. It wasn't so aroused and engorged before, but it was quickly becoming so. She could see it glistening. She could smell it. She could see the damp matted hairs. Even a couple of red bumps. She prayed she wouldn't get a disease from her.

"How does it smell?" the officer said.

"I don't know," Janeen said. "Kind of musky....kind of...bad..." Fishy. That was the word she was looking for, but didn't say.

"Now stick your tongue out."

"I begging you...officer...please don't make me do this." Janeen pleaded one last time. Her chin trembled and tears welled in her eyes, but the hardness of her nipples told the story of her arousal.

Luckily for Janeen the officer didn't. But she made her do the next best thing. Made her put her her tongue only millimeters away from her sister's pussy. Made her smile. Made her look up at her sister hopefully. Made her put her head right in there. Skin to skin. Mouth to wet smelly disgusting flesh. 

"Do you want to taste your sister small tits?" the officer asked.

"No." God no. 

"No ma'am," the officer corrected. "Now tell me why not."

"She's my sister." Janeen said. And that was the truth but not all of it.

"You didn't have a problem when she was touching you. Sucking that pretty neck. Tasting those little nipples. I see how wet you are slut," the officer said. "I think it's something else. Out with it or lick her hot little box."

"I'm afraid ...I'm afraid that she might have a.... disease," Janeen admitted. It was the truth. The only reason she didn't say it was because she didn't want to hurt her sister's feelings, but if it weren't for her sister, she wouldn't be in the mess in the first place.

"What makes you say such a bad thing about your own sister?" the officer said.

"She's had the crabs - twice." The truth spilled rapidly. Janeen held nothing back. "We had to bleach all the sheets. She's loose." 

Tracy was getting pissed. Her sister was making it sound worse than it really was.

"You're just jealous," Tracy said. "At least I have dates. And the crabs weren't my fault. I didn't know what's his name was out sleeping with Tammy Bremester. Anyway I haven't had any complaints. Either from boys or girls." She said the last part to the security officer.

"I'll just bet you haven't," the officer said. "But small tits doesn't want you. And I don't think do either."

"My sister doesn't want anyone."

"Her wet pussy says otherwise."

"I'm better." Tracy said confidently. 

"Tracy, you're everyone's slut," the officer said. "Your sister is going to be MY slut."

"I'm not a slut," Janeen said. She wasn't. She had never even been with anyone. 

But she soon found out differently. The security officer told Tracy to leave. Her sister argued at first, but soon left. She gave one last look back...not at her but the security officer. "You're making a big mistake," she said.

The officer locked the door behind Tracy, then sat down at her computer. "Let me show you something I just made. It's rough, but you can get the gist."

And then she showed her a video. It had been done there on the spot in just a few minutes, and it showed. It was very choppy. But the gist was clear, she had captured Janeen kissing, and going down on her sister. Had captured her saying very humiliating things. Like some sort of bad porno. It was very incriminating. It was something Janeen would do anything to keep secret.

"Now who's slut are you?" the officer asked.

"Yours," Janeen replied.

Come here slut, come here and kiss me," the officer said, but stopped Janeen as the girl leaned down to kiss her cheek. "No slut, not here, down here." The officer slid off her pants and panties, then spread her thick thighs.

Not there. Here. Janeen knew this was going to be her first sexual experience. There was no foreplay other than the humiliation she had been forced into with her sister. God, she had saved herself...had saved herself for this. It was bitter irony as Janeen knelt down in front of the officer. Got down on her knees. The woman had thick meaty thighs. Her sex was wet and musky. Her lips and clit were engorged after watching the things the two sisters were coerced into doing to each other.

"Officer," Janeen said, hoping for pity. If the officer knew this was her first, perhaps she wouldn't.... "I've never...I've never done this before. My sister was right...I've never done...anything...."

"Call me Gloria," the officer said. "Mistress Gloria in private. Now lick me. Go ahead. It's real easy, I'll tell you everything to do. Don't worry, I'm not like your sister. I'm very selective. Besides...think of this as a date. I just took you to see a movie. It might not be your idea of a date movie, but it has me hotter than a firecracker. Kiss me. Now."

Janeen may never have licked a woman before, but under Gloria's tutelage, she was an apt pupil with a dextrous tongue. She licked the woman to orgasm and then to another. When it was over, she thought her troubles were as well. She soon found out different. 

"God job slut," Gloria said after kissing her slut. "Now it's your turn. Aren't you the lucky girl." She stood and then demanded Janeen get in the chair.

Janeen went to sit down, thinking Gloria would go down on her next. She was hot and dripping wet, and to tell the truth, she looked forward to it.

"No, stand up on it small tits." Gloria demanded.

Janeen didn't like being called small tits. Hated the way the word made her look down at her chest every time Gloria said it. Hated how inadequate she felt. Hated the tingly feeling inside. Still, she didn't reply, but obediently stood up on the chair. It was on wheels and none to steady, so she stood in a half-crouched position.

"Good girl," Gloria said. "Now put one leg on the desk there."

Janeen put one foot on the desk making her position even more precarious. Her legs were shaking. Trembling in an effort to keep her balance.

"When I give you an order," Gloria said. "You say, yes Mistress."

"Okay - I mean, yes Mistress." Janeen stammered.

"Are you a hot slut?" Gloria asked. "Do you want to come?"

"No Mistress." Janeen gasped, but in truth she did.

"If you lie to me," Gloria warned. "It will go bad for you. Very bad. Now I'm asking you again. Are you hot small tits? Do you want to come?"

"Yes - yes, Mistress." Janeen admitted.

"I want you to masturbate for me." Gloria said. "Play with that juicy pussy of yours slut."

"But - but," Janeen stammered. 

"Now." Gloria's tone brooked no room for argument. Janeen reached between her legs and began to rub her clit, her fingers making a small circle around and around.

"Better hurry," Gloria said. "Your task is going to become a bit more difficult as time passes." Standing on one side of the chair, she slid it away from the desk, holding it in place with her foot.

"Oh!" Janeen gasped when it became clear what was going to happen. As the chair slid away from the table, her legs spread wider, and her balance began to suffer. Not so much now as the chair was still pretty close. But as time went by and the chair slid further away.....oh God. She began to rub faster.

"Switch hands slut," Gloria said. 

Janeen switched hands. Then for punishment for not saying, yes Mistress, Gloria slid the chair back further and made her put her soiled wet fingers in her mouth. Janeen's left hand was clumsy and she was making no headway in achieving orgasm.

"Switch again small tits," Gloria ordered.

Janeen remembered to acknowledge her Mistress this time, and for a reward, Gloria placed a chair in front of Janeen so she could hold onto it and not fall. The chair was a mixed blessing, while it did keep her from falling, it also allowed Gloria to move the other chair even further away from the table. Janeen was almost in a split. Gloria no longer held the chair with her foot, instead she allowed it to move as it would. And that movement depended solely on Janeen's trembling thigh muscles.

God her poor thighs were burning from exertion. Janeen was so close to orgasm. Yet, every time she neared, Gloria made her switch hands again. And no matter how close she was, she could never finish off with her left hand. Instead, it would grow further away. 

"You are fighting it," Gloria said. "What position are slut's legs supposed to be in? Tell me."

"I...don't...know..." Janeen replied, but deep down she knew.

"Spread slut. Spread wide." Gloria said. "Stop fighting.... Be a good slut for me."

Janeen eased her grip on the chair...letting her legs take her weight. Oh God....but it hurt so bad. Made her joints feel like they were going to pop out of socket. She ached so much as it was. But still - but still... Janeen stopped fighting it. Allowing the chair to slide down all the way. God how her muscles ached. Oh how they burned. Yet, her pussy was so....tight.

"That's a good slut. You can use your right hand now." Gloria said. "Matter of fact, I'll help you along in a way I think you'll appreciate."

And with that she bent down and placed a perfectly pink and oh so hard nipple between her teeth. Then bit down ....gently, but not quite so gently.

"Owwww....gawd...." Janeen moaned. She rubbed with her right hand, quickly stroking that little nubbin. Working it. "Mmmmm-mmmmmm" she groaned and then the orgasm struck. Slammed into her like a speeding car. She had to hold the chair with both hands not to fall. She was forced to ride the orgasm out like that. Her cunt aching to be touched...yet not be able to lest she fall. But still she came in great powerful waves. It took her several minutes to recuperate.

After it was all over, Tracy's life returned to normal, but not so for Janeen. She was Gloria's slut now. At first it didn't mean so much. Janeen knew her relationship with Gloria wasn't what some would call normal. She called her Mistress in private and aside from occasionally being required to go down on her in semi-public places, wearing sexy underwear that rode in the crack of her ass, and enduring a spanking or dildoing every now and then, it wasn't so bad. As a matter of fact, in some ways her life was better than before. Her clothes were more contemporary and young, her hair had blonde highlights, she wore makeup. People looked at her when she passed. She drew attention ... usually in a good way. In the beginning her love life had taken a turn for the better. 

Except for the matter of her sister. It seemed as if Tracy was determined to ruin her life.

For Tracy it was a different matter entirely. She was jealous of her sister for the first time ever. She was used to having all the attention. She was the sexy one. She had seduced every guy Janeen had ever expressed an interest in...but she couldn't seem to seduce Gloria no matter how much she tried. Worse, she had noticed the way guys were checking out her sister now. She didn't like this change in events. Not one bit.

Learning to Dance

Tracy looked out the window and noticed Gloria's car parked at the curb. Must be waiting for Janeen, Tracy concluded. She fluffed up her hair, applied a fresh coat of lipstick, and went out to the car.

"Hi Gloria," Tracy said. "You waiting for my sister?"

"Yes," Gloria said.

"I still don't know what you see in her," Tracy said showing off her ample cleavage. "When are you going to want a real woman? Come on. Everyone does. Eventually."

"Do you see one?" Gloria asked pointedly making a point of looking in every direction but where Tracy stood.

"Yes..." Tracy said in her most seductive voice. Then she began to move in time to the beat of Gloria's stereo. Moving her hips. Shaking her ass. Using Gloria's car like a strippers pole. 

"You can't tell me you don't want me. Other boys have liked my sister before. They always come to me in the end. Once they see what they are missing." Tracy turned around moving her hips in and out. Her little flirty skirt had ridden up, showing off more and more of her bottom cheeks with every movement back. Her tiny little thong doing little to protect her modesty. "Let's go somewhere and I'll finish the show."

"Tempting," Gloria said. "But your sister is a much better stripper than you are. You should see her work it. Speak of the devil, there she is..."

Janeen got in the car and they pulled off, leaving Tracy fuming at the curb. Bitch! she thought. Better stripper? Her sister Miss Prude? Not in a million years.




Sister Act



"I think we are going somewhere new for dinner," Gloria said. "Your sister came out to the car tonight. You should have seen her shaking her little slut ass for me. I was a bit jealous that you'd never done that for me, but then I remembered what you were ... my own personal slut. All I need to do is get you a little training."

To Janeen's horror, they pulled into a strip club. Once inside and seated, Gloria told Janeen, "I want you to watch these girls carefully, I expect you to be able shake your little slut ass at least as good as these girls."

It was unnerving to say the least. In a strip club for the first time ever. A club where she and Gloria were the only female customers. Where the men watched them almost as much as the women stripping on stage. Even the strippers eyed the two lone females.

"Hi, I'm Debbie," a woman tight gown said. "Can I interest you in a table dance or lap dance?"

"We'll start with a table dance," Gloria said.

Janeen didn't know what to do when Debbie pulled gently her knee. She thought briefly that the woman was going to do something sexual to her right there in the busy club. But it turned out she just needed a step to get on the table. There were empty seats, but the method she choose was certainly the most provocative.

Janeen felt a little uncomfortable watching the woman strip for her while everyone in the club seemed to be watching her. Gloria wasn't helping matters. 

"See the way she squats down? Heels close together and her knees wide apart? Watch how she rocks her hips so you can see the shape of her pussy even through the thong?" Gloria whispered. "I want you to be able to do that. Here, give her some money. Hold it in your mouth, just like this. Watch, this'll be fun."

Then to Janeen's horror, the stripper smiled as she bent down and sandwiched Janeen's face between her large breasts and retrieved the five dollar bill.

"I won't expect you to do that," Gloria laughed.

There was a whoop and the clapping. Janeen blushed as she realized the older men were clapping for her. Then a fat middle-aged man came by and handed her several large bills. She sat and stared dumbly. Gloria was quick to take the money and gave the guy a nod. She showed one of the twenties to the stripper and then shockingly she reached beneath Janeen's skirt.

Janeen was so startled, she caught Gloria's hand. 

"Who does this pussy belong to slut?" Gloria warned. 

You, Janeen thought. She reluctantly relaxed her grip on the hand. Shifted her thighs apart so Gloria had access. It wasn't as bad as she thought, Gloria merely placed the twenty dollar bill in her panties. Then she saw the hungry eyes of the stripper, that smirky little smile. Oh God!

The stripper straddled Janeen's seat planting her crotch right in the young girl's face. She didn't just reach into Janeen's panties to retrieve the money. Oh no. That would have been too simple. She made a show out of it. She started by reaching into Janeen's sweater, then beneath the cups of her bra, tweaking a hard nipple, then down further. Down in her skirt....feeling up her sex. To get it over with, Janeen had to shift her hips up and spread her thighs, letting the stripper into her panties, otherwise the woman would have felt her up all night.

"Somebody's wet," the stripper said, smiling, crooking her moist tongue out the corner of her mouth. "So very wet." 

Janeen blushed a bright crimson as the stripper ran her soft fingers over her sex. Priming her until she was gushing. Ignoring the twenty dollar bill for what seemed like an eternity. When she retrieved the bill, she didn't just stuff it into her g-string. She held it up for the audience. Showing them how it glistened in the light. Exposing Janeen's secret humiliation for everyone to see. Her cheeks burned red. Her heart raced. It was almost too much to bear.

There was cheering and more clapping. Even more so when the stripper ran her tongue over the face of the bill. It was too much for the audience. More money was brought to the table. Gloria happily took it. 

"Please..." Janeen whispered in vain.

Gloria put the bills in Janeen's bra. Her panties. Her pockets. This time some of the other strippers took notice. An asian girl and a redhead named Liz joined Debbie. They gave Janeen a going over. Surrounding her. Searching her. Feeling her up. Fingering her. Riding her face. Humping her. She somehow lost her panties and bra in the fracass. She vaguely was aware of cheering and as the strippers proudly displayed undergarments like trophies...the audience whooping and hollering for more...only she didn't realize they were her undergarments. Then just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, Liz flicked a fingertip over her clit again and again.

"Please...stop...no....no...not like this...oh God..I'm close...so close..." Then by then it was too late. She had an orgasm while the audience cheered.

Janeen will still coming down from her orgasm while the redhead took her and Gloria's hands and walked them back to the champagne room.

"It's my turn now," Gloria said, handing the girl a fifty. Telling Janeen: "Watch her close slut, you are going to do this for me next." 
Janeen watched as the stripper straddled her lover. Watched the stripper bump and grind against her. Watched as she let Gloria unzip her. Watched as she took off her gown seductively. Watched as she took Gloria's daiquiri and hold it against her nipples until they hardened. Then she turned around, once again placing her legs outside of Gloria's, leaning forward, she began to hump her ass against Gloria crotch. 

Dear Lord, she was going to be expected to do this? In the position stripper was in, the thong did little to protect the strippers modesty. Not that she had any to begin with. Then thin strip of fabric was so tight, the crater of her ass was clearly visible between those pale pink moons. The lips of her sex had swallowed the fabric in the front. She had to know how much of a slut this made her look. She just had to. Yet the stripper didn't blush not one bit. Just looked back and plumped her fat lips up and gave Gloria a mock kiss with a dreamy look in her eyes.

"You want me to go longer?" the stripper asked, holding her hand out. 

"Not yet hon," Gloria said. "My girlfriend thinks she can give me a better show. I'm tempted to find out."

"Oh can she now?" the stripper looked at Janeen with a look that said there's no way this girl can give a better show than me, as she sat down next to Gloria. "I'd to see this."

Janeen knew she was going to be expected to dance for Gloria. But she wasn't expecting this. Not here. Not now. But there was no hope for it. Worse, was the warning Gloria whispered in her ear. If you don't give me a better show, I'm going put your slut ass on the stage. Maybe next week I'll get you up there with your sister? I bet you would be popular. Make lots of money."

Janeen began to dance. She wasn't clumsy. But it was obvious that her shyness was holding her back. She had good reason to be shy. Her panties and bra were in some old guy's pocket. She was totally naked underneath her sweater and skirt. 

"Do you think it would be possible for my friend to dance on stage tonight?" Gloria asked the stripper. "I think it will help her overcome her shyness. Besides, she's always wanted to."

"I'm sure she can," the redhead said. "But we'll have to find her a g-string. It's the law. She can wear mine."

The exchange sent a thrill of fear down Janeen's spine. No. She wasn't going to go on stage. Dear God, no. She made up her mind. She was going to win this. She was going to dance better than this smug red head, if it was the last thing she did. She thought back to the other stripper - Debbie. Remembered how seductive she was. If she could just become Debbie, she could win this. 

Janeen's movements became less shy. There were some other customers in the room, but they seemed busy. Fuck it. She took off her sweater and straddled Gloria. She offered up her pert breasts. Even turning her nipples between forefinger and thumb until they grew hard as pebbles. Janeen took a mouthful of her vodka tonic, kissed Gloria, and let her drink from her mouth. Next, Janeen took an ice cube between her teeth. God, she could believe she was doing this, as she passed the cube to Gloria. She ran her already hard nipples over the icy surface, sending chills up her spine. Turning around and straddling Gloria, she assumed the position the redhead had been in earlier. Legs wide, bent at the knee, leaning forward from her hips, and the arching her spine back up. It left her feeling so helpless - so exposed. Even more so because unlike the stripper, she wasn't wearing a thong, her short skirt riding up so far, it did nothing to protect her modesty. Her cheeks bloomed a bright red. She looked around. The other customers had their eyes on her now. Her shame grew more intense. She could feel the air cooling against the wet lips of her sex. She steeled her nerves. It was going to get colder still. She knew she had no hope of out dancing the stripper. The girl did this for a living. But she could do things the stripper wouldn't. She thought back to one of Gloria's favorite lessons. A slut should be spread...wide.

Janeen reached beneath and placed her hands on her nether lips. She spread them. So pink. So wet. So open. So very vulnerable. Blushing furiously she looked back at Gloria and ran her tongue seductively over her lips - then she spread her cheeks as wide as they would go. She could tell by Gloria's reaction she was winning the contest. 

"I'm so hot," Janeen breathed. "Do you think...you could cool me down."

She reached into the glass Gloria held and took out another ice cube. Large and square. Then she placed the cube against her nether lips, holding it there and waiting. It burned already. God it was colder than she realized. Could she do this? Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

It was too late for recriminations. She felt Gloria's hand take the ice cube. Janeen gave a moan as Gloria pushed it home. Oh God. It was so cold it almost hurt. Yet, it made her tingly all over. 

"Put the next one in her ass..." the stripper whispered.

Janeen's eyes widened in alarm. Gods no!

"Let me get that fifty back," Gloria said.

With growing horror, Janeen watched the stripper hand over the fifty. Then scooted closer to Gloria, directly behind Janeen.

Gloria took out another cube. "Don't keep me waiting," she said.

The other cube was still hot and numbing her inside. Her skin covered in goosebumps. Her nipples so tight they hurt. Gloria bent down and arched her back preparing for the new sensation.

"You spread so nicely before," Gloria teased. "Don't you think so Liz?"

"Yes...spread for us again," Liz said.

Gloria reached beneath...took hold of her lips. They were wet and dripping from the ice and her desires.

"No," Gloria said. "It's not going there this time. It's going someplace else. And where is that?"

Janeen reached her hands back behind her, her face crimson from her shame. She slid her short skirt up and out of the way. She took hold of each cheek of her skinny bottom. She stared at the floor so she didn't have to witness her humiliation from the eyes of the other customers. 

Gloria placed the freezing cube against Janeen's tight opening. Making the young girl flinch and squirm. God, so cold. Would this feel like the last? Why had she done this? Her teeth began to chatter. Gooseflesh covered her all over. 

"I don't think I should do this..." Gloria said. "Look she's cold. And her adorable little asshole...see how it clenches and frets at the thought."

"Do it...please...." Liz's voice was breathy. Janeen glanced back. The stripper had her hand in the front of her g-string. Masturbating.

"You poor dear," Gloria said. "You are in such a state Liz. And you are losing money from your g-string. Why don't I help you with that." Then reached for a bill from the dancer's string, but Liz caught her by the wrist.

"You should take this ice Liz," Gloria said. "My fingers are beginning to get cold. I may accidentally drop it."

Liz took hold of the ice. With her other hand occupied at her crotch, she could do nothing as Gloria helped herself to one bill after another.

"Don't...." Liz begged huskily.

"Then you better hurry little slut," Gloria suggested. 

Faster Liz rubbed. Her finger a bluer on her button. She slapped the mouth of her sex with the flat of three fingers. The sounds wet. Inviting. Her cheek burned. This stocky bitch was stealing her tips. She had earned that money the hard way. Displaying her body for a bunch of lecherous old men. Grinding against them in the champagne room. But she couldn't stop herself. Couldn't stop from running the ice cube over this sexy bitch's hot asshole. So vulnerable. She was cold. Her opening growing red. It was cold. It must hurt. Yet despite her flinching and an odd gasp her or there, she remained obediently spread and available. Why would someone so young and pretty submit herself thus. She could have anyone, yet she chose this stocky bitch to be with. She felt herself peaking. Oh Fuck. Fuck. Fuck ....yeah!

She pushed the cube home. The crater widened then closed after. Liz followed the cube with her finger. Loving the way that tight sphincter gripped her digit. It felt like velvet. God, what she would do for a piece of this ass. Moaning and squirming on the sofa...all her bills liberated from her g-string....it hit her as to what she had done for a piece of that fine ass.

"Good girl Janeen," Gloria said. "Now come here slut and get your hand down my pants. I'm hot as hell." Janeen turned around and mounted Gloria. Ignored the redheaded stripper who was by now oblivious to all that happened, as she lay basking in the glow of her orgasm. Janeen wriggled her hand down the Gloria's slacks. She rubbed her Mistress's engorged clit as she moved up and down. Panting needfully in her ear, "Did I win Mistress? Did I win?" 

"Oh yes slut," Gloria moaned as she came from those expert fingers. "God yes."

The Confession

Janeen had tried to hold onto whatever little amount of dignity she had left. As far as her mom knew, Gloria was just a friend. And her sister was still under the impression that she and Gloria were lovers. Not knowing about the recording of she and her sister, Tracy was in the dark and assumed her sister had decided to keep seeing the security officer to spite her. What Tracy didn't know what that their relationship was much different than that of ordinary lovers. It wasn't a relationship of equals, her sister was Gloria's very own personal slut. And all of Tracy's attempts to seduce Gloria, only served to make Janeen's life ever the more difficult.

Janeen had kept the secret from her sister far too long. Anyway, it was her sister's fault she was in this mess to begin with. Surely she'd understand. Surely, she wouldn't keep on doing this once she knew.

"Tracy," Janeen said. "You've got to stop trying to seduce Gloria."

"Why sis?" Tracy said. "Are you scared of a little competition?"
 "No. " And then Janeen told her sister. Told Tracy about the blackmail. Told her what happened after her little strip tease. Of her embarrassment in the strip club. Of going out to regular clubs in four inch platform pumps and performing for Gloria's enjoyment. Not just dancing..but working her body like some slut ....some poor wannabe stripper.

Then she told Tracy about the time her sister had shown Gloria her new tongue piercing, and told her how much her lover had liked the feel of it against her clit. Tracy had thought her sister was competing with her for Gloria's attentions when she showed up the next week with a tongue piercing of her own. But it wasn't a choice. Janeen had to get it else the video would be given to everyone she knew.

"Bullshit," Tracy said. "You are just scared that I'm this close to stealing your girlfriend."
 There was no help for it. She had to make her sister understand. The piercings had been the final straw; after getting them Janeen knew she had to tell her sister. To throw herself on her younger sister's mercy. Janeen blushed a bright red and she slowly took off her top. Showed her sister the rings through her nipples and the stud in her belly button. 

"There's more," she said. Slipping down her tiny panties, she lifted her skirt. Showed the ring through her clit. There was a small ball bearing through the ring that moved and tugged, always keeping the young woman on edge. Even taking her over the edge and into oblivion if she wore tight clothing. Always reminding her she was another woman's slut.

Now that she had started her confession, talking became easier. "Sometimes she ties fishing twine to it and leads me around by my - by my," Janeen stammered.

"Clit." Tracy said.

"Yes my clit. As if she were walking a dog. God, it's so humiliating." Janeen squeezed her thighs together. Dear Lord, the worse part of all this was how it seemed she was always in a state of sexual excitement now. Always turned on. Always wet. Always reminded she was truly a slut.

Tracy unexpectedly took hold of the ring and pulled up, causing her sister to go up on her tip toes.

"Tracy! Stop it," Janeen said. Almost shocked speechless by new indignity from her very own flesh and blood. "Let me go!"

"You are so lucky," Tracy told her sister. "I bet she fucks you rotten. Does she give it to you?"

"Stop it Tracy," Janeen pleaded. She was already wet. And the ring through her clit had made her so much more sensitive now. It wouldn't be long before... "please..." she begged, no longer fighting or ordering anyone now.

"Then tell me how she gives it to you," Tracy said giving the ring a little tug. Not a short tug like before, but a bit harder, to show her older sister who was boss. 

"Ouch! You are hurting me. Mmmmm...she has a ....she has a strap on dildo." Janeen stammered. Images of the night before invaded her mind. Gloria had put a collar on her bitch. But the lead? It wasn't attached to the collar, which would have been bad enough. No, it as attached to the ring in her clit. Then she led her around the house by her makeshift leash. Had taken her into the back hard. Janeen had balked at the back door. What if someone could see? 

A few tugs and she went meekly, albeit with red rosy cheeks. But worse humiliation was still to come. Gloria ordered her personal slut to squat down. To spread her legs wide. Her next suggestion sent a thrill of fear through Janeen. 

"Do your business." 
"What?" She couldn't surely mean it, could she?

"Pee."

"I can't." And truly she couldn't. Not even if she wanted to.

"What did you think we were going on walkies for?" Janeen asked. "If you aren't ready we can go to around the block?"

"No - no I'm ready," Janeen gasped. Would she dare walk her around the block. She didn't think so, but dared not find out. She tried not to think about it. Just tried to relax. So hard to relax. Someone could be watching from the second floor of the other homes. Gloria certainly was. Don't think about it. With burning cheeks, Janeen relaxed. A hot stream shot from her cunt. So humiliating. Worse, her embarrassment was prolonged as Gloria gave a little tug of the leash. 

"Hurry up girl," Gloria said, persistent in her tugging of the leash, causing Janeen not only stop , but to move forward until her feet were buried in the warm puddle before she was able to start again. This was repeated several times before she could finish.

However, Janeen didn't tell her sister this. She told what happened when the went back inside. When Gloria took off her clothes and strapped on a monstrous dildo. God, it was so big. Huge.

Then Gloria had tugged the twine tied to Janeen's clit ring once again- made her back up, to impale herself on that big cock.




Sister Act



"How big? Tell me. What's it look like?" Tracy asked.

"I think...oh God...Tracy...please stop. It's about twelve inches. It's so thick I can't wrap my fingers around it. Mmmmmm....so big. She made me spread wide for it. Made me beg for it. Her bitch in heat. Make me back into it. Made me fuck myself on it....oh please Tracy - please ...before something happens..."

"Is that all she's made you do?" Tracy asked, not pulling quite so fast on the ring else she not learn what she wanted.

"No. She...she's ahhh...." God she was getting close to coming. This wasn't going how she expected. Not at all. "Now she's making me replace my clothes after your stunt three weeks ago."

"You mean when I showed her my new schoolgirl outfit?" Tracy smiled. She thought for sure she would have seduced Gloria that day....but to no avail. "The day I had my hair in pig tails." 

In the beginning, Gloria required Janeen to wear sexier and more contemporary clothes. Janeen had to admit the extra attention had been nice. Who doesn't like an appreciative stare now and then. But once Gloria got a load of her sister's little school girl outfit, her demands changed. Became more demanding. Much more demanding.

"Yes...but the next day I had to wear an outfit just like it to college. My hair in pig tails. Oh God. Ahhh - Tracy...I'm not like you. I want to be taken seriously. The whole day everyone stared at my nipples...at my legs. I could see it in their eyes.. they didn't respect me. The didn't see me. They just saw....what I was. Now it's even worse, now I have these damned nipple rings that are visible if I'm not wearing a bra. Oh God Tracy, please stop..."

"Stop what?" Tracy said with a smirk. "Tugging your little ring or seducing your lover?"

"Both," Janeen gasped, then caught her lip between two rows of perfect white teeth. Her brow wrinkled in her concentration.

"What's wrong sis?" Tracy teased. "I'm your sister. What on earth are you doing? What sort of slut would get off from her sister?"

What sort indeed. The question made Janeen's shame ever worse. Made the lightning spread through her loins. Oh God no! She tried..oh how she tried to resist. Yet still her body betrayed her. "Please Tracy .... I'm begging you - oh God no - oh - oh - no - no..."

Looking at her older sister as she came, gasping, moaning, hips humping, it was clear to Tracy that she had at last shown her superiority over her sister. She might not be able to seduce Gloria, but looking at Janeen struggling to stay on her tip toes as she road out her orgasm, she knew she had won already. She was the best sister. The number one sister.

"Okay slut," Tracy said. "For you I won't try to seduce Gloria anymore. But you admit that I could if I wanted to right?"

Janeen new Tracy could never seduce Gloria, but nodded her head anyway. It was all she could do.


"And you are a slut aren't you?" Tracy teased. "Admit it."

"Yes..." Gloria admitted. Not a slut like her sister, but a slut nonetheless. Gloria's slut.

Tracy was good to her word. She didn't try to seduce Gloria after that day. Her relationship with her mother improved. Now the two of them would talk conspiratorially about Janeen. About the slutty clothes she was wearing. The piercings. The hickies on her neck when she was never seen with a boy. Then one day Tracy led her mom over to Janeen's bedroom door. Held her finger to her lips and motioned her to listen. 

Janeen's mother listened aghast as she heard things she would have never imagined. The girl that had once been the good daughter getting spanked. Then promising to be a good girl. Promising to lick Gloria's pussy right. My God, promising to take it up the ass like a good slut.

Janeen's mother had almost burst into the room right then. Demanded that Janeen either leave home or stop seeing that dreadful woman. She thought back to every slumber party her daughter had been to. She wondered what sorts of perverted things had happened under the roof of her own home. How she had pretended to be the good daughter all the while engaging in these unnatural ... ungodly activities. At least Tracy was a proper slut. She would probably end up pregnant, but then she would get married - to a man. 

Not Janeen. Dressing like a slut. Now in her bedroom, doing who knows what with her new 'friend'. Oh she was going to put a stop to this right now.

However, Tracy interceeded. Explained it would just drive Janeen into Gloria's arms. The best thing to do would be to wait it out. 

But it was so hard to do the right thing. Not when she could hear Gloria calling daughter a slut - her slut. Telling her to lick it good. After the moans...there were grunts and groans. 

"Such a big dildo," she heard Gloria's muffled voice through the door. "And such a tight ass. It must feel awful. Go ahead and cry out. You know you want to. Mom is just downstairs. If only she could see just how big a slut her big girl is. See just how big a cock she can take up her ass."

God, how she wanted to make them stop, yet she knew Tracy was right. She looked over at her younger daughter...her proper daughter. She didn't like the look in her eyes. So bright. Almost laughing. "Get away from this door. You shouldn't be listening to this filth," she said. With quiet footsteps the two walked back to the kitchen.

It should have been enough for Tracy. Her sister being blackmailed into being a reluctant lesbian sex slave. Becoming the favorite daughter. But she had this idea in her head. Once she thought of it, she dreamt and fantasized of it every night. She promised not to try to steal Gloria. But this idea...it just wouldn't die until she did something about it. 

It was a month later when she greeted Gloria. This time Tracy looked less slutty, more like a regular girl. For some reason she didn't feel the need to show as much skin anymore. 

"I've got something to show you," Tracy said, then she turned around and lifted the back of her shirt. She wasn't a big fan of the tattoo, but it would be worth it. "My mom is so mad. She calls it a tramp stamp. But I like it is so cool....what about you? Do you like it?"

"It's pretty..." Gloria said. She felt as attracted to Tracy at that moment as she had ever before. She even contemplated fucking her.

"My offer still stands," Tracy said. "My boyfriend even wants to watch the two of us together. How would you like that?"

"Fuck off..." Gloria said. She was a fool for thinking this trash had changed.

"Suit yourself," Tracy lowered her shirt and walked away. Her steps powerful and almost challenging. Her smile wicked. She didn't look back.

The next week Janeen stood in front of the mirror, her hair wet, and a towel wrapped around her. There was a tattoo on the small of her back. It said Gloria's sexy girl. It was bad enough. Her new outfits made it easy for anyone to see. She could only guess what people thought of her when they saw it. Her mother - God, her mother had thrown a fit. Called her a dyke. Told her to keep it covered...but she couldn't. Gloria wouldn't allow that. In addition, Gloria went through her closet and drawers on occasion, tossing anything that didn't meet with her approval. More and more, that meant, short, small, tight, and flashy. 

Her mother only knew the half of it. She had only seen the tattoo on the small of Janeen's back. There was one more. Thank God, it could only been seen when she was naked. Gloria dropped her towel. The silver rings through her nipples and the matching one through her clit advertised what she was. And if that wasn't enough, her shaven sex made it clear. Kinky slut. 

But there was a new addition. Another tattoo was there just above her sex. It was written in reverse, so that she could read it every time she looked in a mirror. Answers to: Small Tits. Property of: Gloria Rider If lost:please call 234-555-5656. 

Janeen should hate it...knew that she should have refused to go to that tattoo parlor and and ask for it. Knew deep down that the tattoos were permanent. Knew that this was worse than any embarrassment or humiliation that she would incur if Gloria released the video of her and her sister. 

And yet she had done it anyway. Mistress Gloria wanted her to have the tattoos and Janeen found it increasingly impossible to say no to her. College wasn't going well. She was flunking out. No one talked to her. Even her mother had disowned her for all practical purposes. 

She had no one left but Gloria. It was Gloria who loved her. Loved her more than anyone. Had chosen her over her sister time and time again. Sometimes her relationship with Gloria...the things that Gloria asked her to do were terrifying, yet doing them made her so incredibly hot. A state she was in most all the time now. She gave a tug of the ring through her clit. She wanted more, but knew she wasn't allowed to cum without permission. She knew better than to try to sneak one in .. Mistress would know. 

Besides she had to get ready for tonight. Who knew it took so long to look like a proper slut. The stocking seams just perfect. The hair. The fake eyelashes. The makeup. The heels. The bracelets. The bangles. Mistress Gloria would punish her if anything was out of place. But nothing would be, Janeen was an expert now. She was better than her sister had ever been. She was a hot slut and Mistress Gloria loved her more than ever.



Sister Act



I was really excited as I walked up the path to my sister's house. It was her birthday and I knew that we were going to have a great party that evening to celebrate her turning 23. I had come round earlier to give her the birthday present that I had found in my favourite jewellery store, a gorgeous pair of earrings and matching necklace. I was hoping that she would like them so much she would want to wear them out in the evening.

I knocked on the front door and waited for someone to answer; checking briefly that her gift was safely wrapped up in my bag. A moment later the door opened but Sarah wasn't there; it was her boyfriend Graham who greeted me. Sarah's always been able to find gorgeous boyfriends and Graham was no exception, a little over 6 feet tall with dark wavy hair that I ached to run my fingers through.

"Hi Graham," I stuttered, "I brought Sarah's birthday present around for her."

Graham smiled, "Hi Julia. Sarah's not here right now; she went round to visit your Gran. I think she's not feeling so great and might have to miss the party so Sarah wanted to make sure she got to see her. She should be back soon; do you want to wait for her?"

I frowned, "OK I guess, but I can only wait for a little while, I have some things to do before I can get ready for tonight."

I followed Graham into the living room and we both sat down, making small talk to fill in the time.

"Hey, I have an idea," exclaimed Graham, "why don't you come and see the present that I got for Sarah?"

I jumped up, "that's a great idea, where is it?"

Beckoning me to follow, Graham led me up the stairs and past their bedroom door, to the smaller second bedroom. They barely used this room so I guessed it was a good place to hide the present so Sarah wouldn't accidentally find it. He opened the door and quickly ushered me inside. The room felt different to the last time I had seen it and I gasped as he flicked on the dimmed lights to reveal a dramatic change to the first time I had seen the room. Instead of the single bed and small table that used to be there, I now saw a thin cupboard next to a strange looking chair with some peculiar metal attachments and what looked like a workbench sat in front of it.

I heard the door slam and turned to ask, "What's all th..." when Graham inexplicably grabbed me roughly and pushed me forcefully back into the strange chair.

Shocked at this uncharacteristic behaviour, I reacted slowly to his physical assault and before I could even make a sound he snapped a metal clasp around my right wrist, pinning my hand high up on one of the metal attachments. The metal sound brought my senses back and I began screaming at him, clawing away with my free hand and kicking out at him, frantically trying to escape my bizarre prison. Stepping behind the chair he grabbed my free hand and I was helpless as he bound it in the same manner to a clasp on the opposite side of the chair. Still screaming and writhing I was beginning to feel terrified as his hand slid down my right leg, pulling it up and bending the knee back to clamp my ankle above my waist, my knee almost touching my elbow. Kicking out with my left leg, I couldn't get any leverage to knock his hands away, and with no other free limbs he quickly bound my other leg in the mirror image. I was now bound to the chair, still screaming incoherently at him, with my legs spread wide apart and my skirt only just loosely covering my panties. My long blonde hair had come loose from its ponytail and was now spread wildly over my face after my thrashing around.

Graham stood back, leaning on the workbench and breathing heavily he looked at me with a peculiar smile.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I raged, "Sarah will crucify you for this!"

"I don't think so," panted Graham, "You see this is all part of her birthday present."

"What the fuck are you talking about, you sick freak." I screamed at him, making him wince from the noise I was making.

"We can't have that, not all this noise." he murmured. Graham walked over to the cupboard and opened it pulling out a couple of items. I craned to try and see what else was inside, but the door obstructed anything that I might have been able to see.

He walked back behind the chair, not showing me what he was carrying, ignoring my barrage of screams and abuse. Grabbing my hair, I felt him pull my head backwards and using his free hand he worked a leather harness of my head and I felt a strange, almost rubbery thing being forced between my lips. Now I was really starting to panic and my neck muscles were straining as I tried to bite, spit, anything to stop what was happening. Graham then attached a small tube with a pump to the front of the mask and started quickly inflating the small rubber ball in my mouth. I felt it expanding, filling my mouth and forcing my teeth apart until it was almost touching the back of my throat. With my mouth forced so wide apart and gagged so deeply, I couldn't bite and could barely make a sound past the rubber muzzle. Only my panicked eyes could now show my terror, imaging all the terrible things that Graham could be about to do to me.

Finally finished, Graham relaxed and put the pump away, admiring his handiwork as I was now trussed up immovably and gagged to complete silence. Leaning into the cupboard he picked up a large pair of scissors and walked slowly towards me, snipping them together suggestively.

"Sarah and I installed this room a few weeks ago; she's a naughty type you know. Or maybe you didn't know that?!" he winked at me and snipped the scissors together again.

"Sarah has some naughty fantasies, including playing with other girls and you are going to help me give her the ultimate birthday present."

His words terrified me and my struggles redoubled, but the restraints kept me almost still, completely bound to his horrific chair. I tried desperately to scream, anything to try and get me out of this diabolical nightmare but I was helpless to do anything as he gently slid the scissors under my blouse and started to slowly cut through it.

"You'll need to keep still, or I can't be sure I won't cut you," he warned. My struggles were futile and tears poured down my face as he slowly cut away my shirt, then my skirt, tugging them out from under me and flinging them onto the floor. Graham pulled off my shoes, and then slowly rolled down my stockings, all the time staring at my body, splayed out in front of him just in my bra and panties.

"My God, you have the sexiest body, I'm not sure I can wait until Sarah gets back for this", his breathing was heavy again, but this time his words were loaded with lust.

I shook my head violently, silently begging him to stop, but he ignored me and I felt the scissors slip inside my bra. With two quick cuts I felt my breasts fall free, and a moan of embarrassment escaped my gag as I realised my nipples were rock hard for Graham to see.

Oh my God, how could I be getting turned on by this, my sisters boyfriend had assaulted me and was about to rape me and I could feel wetness between my legs. This can't be happening, but I felt my nipples hardening further as he cut my panties away, leaving me completely naked and spread-eagled in front of him.

I could see Graham struggling to control himself, staring at my completely shaved pussy and I wrenched my restraints trying to avoid his gaze as he leant down towards me.

"Oh, Sarah is in for a treat," Graham chuckled to himself and suddenly walked out of the room. I sighed with relief at his departure, but moments later I found myself wondering what he could have done to me, or more importantly what he still had planned.

Still feeling humiliatingly exposed, I heard the front door slam. Thank heavens, Sarah was back. There's no way Graham could maintain this sick imprisonment with Sarah in the house.

A few moments later, Graham came back into the room and ignoring me completely went straight to the cupboard and pulled out another few things. What was happening, he didn't seem at all bothered by Sarah's presence? Still desperately trying to scream I saw the door open again.

Framed by the door I saw a girl, it took me a moment to recognise my own sister.

"Happy Birthday honey," crowed Graham.

Sarah was almost naked, dressed only in black heels and with a studded black collar around her neck. Her full breasts were connected by a chain, clamped tightly around each of her nipples, clearly tugging on them each time she moved. Her hands were tightly bound behind her by her elbows, forcing her breasts out and exacerbating the effects of the chain. But my horror was completed when I saw the blindfold tightly wound around her head, completely covering her eyes. She couldn't see me!

"This is especially for you, honey. A sexy birthday treat I want you to enjoy." 

"Thank you sir," she whispered as he pushed her down to her knees in front of me.

I was almost hysterical now, straining frantically at my restraints and sobbing mutely into my gag. This can't be happening, not my little sister, not like this.

Graham pushed her head between my legs until I felt her lips meet mine and a jolt went through my body. Sarah moaned gently as her tongue started to gently explore my exposed pussy, slowly at first, but then faster as she started to taste me on her tongue.

Tears of shame were pouring down my face but I felt my pussy starting to throb as her tongue massaged my clit and gently probed away at my rapidly dampening hole. I felt completely humiliated, but I couldn't stop myself, my pussy getting wetter and wetter as she started to suck on my sensitive clitoris.

Before I could stop myself, I felt my hips thrust towards her mouth as she lapped away and I started to panic as I felt the familiar stirrings deep inside me. As if she could sense my impending orgasm, my sister pressed her mouth harder against me, sucking my clit and pushing her tongue inside me, lapping up my juices as they started to pour out.

Sobbing hard, my breath started to come in shallow bursts as my orgasm built inside me, desperately trying to control myself. I couldn't let my sister do this. But tied up as I was, I was helpless against her relentless tongue and within moments my eyes flared open as my throbbing pussy started to climax. As if waiting for this moment, Graham reached around from behind Sarah and grasped both of my nipples, wrenching them hard and watching my pussy spasm again and again against my sisters mouth, my cum being lapped up greedily and smeared all over her face.

After an eternity my exhausted body stopped vibrating and I lay slumped against my restraints, makeup staining my face where my tears had streamed down my face.

But Graham wasn't done with humiliation, or the birthday present for Sarah. He pulled her upright and I watched in misery as she licked my cum from around her lips whilst he bent her over the workbench and quickly lashed her legs wide apart to the base of the bench.

I couldn't take my eyes off this, my little sister willingly tied down and submitting to the will of this malevolent man. Her pussy was clearly dripping wet and he stared into my eyes as he ran his finger along it and then slowly sucked her pussy juices off his own fingers. My resistance was broken and I could only watch as he slowly drove his rock hard cock deep inside her pussy to accompanying moans from Sarah. It was clear that she was already massively excited from licking another girl's pussy and it seemed like only moments before her breath started to come in gasps as her pussy started to clench around his violently thrusting cock.

Clearly aware that Sarah had reached the point of no return, Graham reached forwards and tore the blindfold from her head with my naked body directly in her eye line. Sarah's eyes were heavy and unfocused as her orgasm started to build inside and I was forced to watch as they widened in recognition, just as the orgasm started to wrack its way through her body. Her mouth screamed in a silent denial, but unable to stop herself, her body shuddered on his pulsating cock, the heavy chain on her nipples tugging hard as her breasts bobbed back and forth until she came a second time as Graham pulled out his cock and squirted his cum all over her back, a couple of droplets reaching me and landing on my legs.

Her eyes wet with tears at what she had done, Sarah shook her head and started to weep, still lashed to the workbench.

With both of us sobbing and securely tied down, Graham reached over and pressed a small button, ejecting a CD from a small camera I hadn't noticed before.

Waving the CD at us, he said, "I'm keeping this girls, to make sure you'll be compliant next time I want to have some fun!" 



Sister Act



Chris looked nothing like her sister Robyn, about as opposite in many ways as they could possibly be. I'd been married to Chris now for going on twenty years, though I'd hardly seen or even gotten to know Chris's younger sister very well during all that time. We were almost more strangers than family, which is also the way it was between the two of them. Chris was ten years senior to her sister, and as such, the two of them had never really been very close, even growing up together. When Chris and I got married, Robyn was still a ten year old kid. Cute, but even then a bit of an obnoxious brat, and very obviously jealous of her older sister. One would have thought that with her older sister out of the house and moving away, she'd be delighted to be the spoiled only child. She wasn't. She only seemed to enjoy that when she had it to lord over her older sister in the way their parents spoiled her. Without having Chris around, she lost all the joy out of being able to do that.

The last time I had in fact seen my wife's sister was two years ago now, at her wedding and just a few weeks after her birthday when she'd turned twenty-five, though even then only briefly. I wasn't at all surprised to hear the hushed whispers and talks about how this marriage wouldn't last. Good thing I didn't bet, because it hadn't. Two years later Robyn was getting a divorce. And worse, she was coming here to stay with us for two weeks, "To get away for a while," as Chris had put it. Trying to put the best face on it that she could, though neither one of us were looking forward to her visit. As we both thought and discussed it, it would be no doubt two weeks of crying, bitching, moaning...more crying, complaining how life was so unfair to her, etc...etc...etc.

I planned on spending a lot of time out in the garage doing god knows what just to stay out of the house while she was here.

Admittedly, Robyn was an attractive looking woman, at least she had seemed to be the last time I had seen her, but then again...that was her wedding day after all. Unlike her sister, Robyn was no more than an inch or two over five feet. And though not exactly petite, she had slightly larger breasts and wider hips than my own wife did. But her height gave her the appearance of being almost "top-heavy" as they called it in the boob department. The last time I had seen her she had been wearing her light brown hair short, with blonde streaks running through it. Once again, an exact opposite of my wife. Chris was nearly as tall as I was at just under six feet. She wore her dark brown hair long, usually in a pony tail. And though her breasts weren't quite as big as her sister's were, they were a nice-sized hand or mouth full, no complaints here that's for sure.

And not that Chris wasn't vivacious and outgoing, she was...and she had a bit of a wild-side in her too, though she usually reserved that for the bedroom. Robyn on the other hand always seemed to run around with a chip on her shoulder...or rather her breast perhaps. One of the reasons she'd been given that particular name. She'd been born with a small little strawberry discolored patch of skin on her chest. As a kid, mom and dad had affectionately called her "Their little Robyn red-breast." As a kid, she warmed affectionately to the nick-name. As a teenager on hormones, she resented it, especially whenever she wore something just skimpy enough to hint at her cleavage. It was hard not to be drawn to that small patch of strawberry colored skin peeking out from inside her bra, or bathing suit cups. Though even as an older teen, she learned how to use that to her best advantage whenever she wanted the attention. Which was often.

"Just try and be civil while she's here Jack," Chris had urged me. "She's going through a really rough period of time."

So would we be, but I gave Chris every assurance I'd be on my very best behavior as we cleaned and straightened up the guest room across the hall from our own. At one time, we'd planned on making that into a nursery, but then came the word that because of getting the mumps at the age that I had, I'd become sterile, unable to have children of my own. Chris and I had discussed adoption, but for some reason, never got around to seriously looking into it. Now...even at just forty, we both had great careers and felt it was a little too late for us to be thinking about starting a family of our own. Mom and dad had once again depended on Robyn to do that for them, now...they were disappointed once again too. Another reason why Robyn had felt it necessary to get away for a while, away from mom and dad. Neither one of them were too happy with the way things had turned out, trying to convince Robyn to give Mat another chance. Fat chance that was...she'd already given him another chance, two of them in fact. Finding him cheating on her three times before now. Frankly I wasn't surprised. Though I'd never found Mat to my liking to begin with, I couldn't imagine being married to her myself. Not with her attitude anyway, and from hearing snippets of conversation between Chris and her mom, Robyn had a nasty way of flirting with everyone. Maybe Mat had found that disarming about her, but once again had it been me, it would have driven me nuts. And to this very day, I still swear she had flirted with me at her own wedding, somewhat drunkenly suggesting that I should have arrived a few days earlier before that, giving her a chance for one last fling herself.

Thank God Chris hadn't overheard her say that, or she'd have been looking for another maid of honor on top of tending to a black eye knowing my wife.

No...it wasn't going to be a happy or welcome visit. One in which I certainly wasn't looking forward to at all.

**

I was sitting in the den watching the game on TV when I heard my wife's car pulling up into the driveway. She'd gone to pick up her sister from the airport alone, figuring that would at least give them some time to discuss things on the way back without my being there. Steeling my resolve, I quickly entered the kitchen area knowing they'd soon come in from the backdoor connecting the garage. I pasted a friendly, welcoming smile on my face and stood there waiting for the door to open, which it soon did moments later.

"Hi Jack," Robyn said demurely as she stepped in. It was evident by her swollen eyes, along with my wife's, the two of them had been sharing a cry with one another on the way home. I allowed myself to genuinely smile back at her, welcoming her here as she suddenly took three quick steps and gathered me up into her arms. "Thank you Jack...thank you for letting me...for allowing me, to stay here with you for a while."

That was totally unexpected, her attitude, at least for the moment anyway, was pleasant, and I found myself almost immediately warming and surrendering to it. "You're welcome...anytime," I then added, seeing my wife's eyebrows raise in surprise at the admission, though she smiled at me a second later, giving me her own personal private little "thank you", upon hearing me say that.

"Yes, well..." I said stepping back breaking the warm affectionate hug that had just then began to make me feel a little uncomfortable. "Can I fix you guys something to eat? To drink?"

It was already promising to be another hot somewhat windy day with the Santa Ana winds blowing through the valley.

"A drink would be nice yes," they both announced, "Out by the pool perhaps," Chris suggested then, though I had figured it wouldn't be long before they would be out there. Though I myself had no intention of joining them. Not today anyway. With them both still having blood-shot eyes, I figured they'd still have lots and lots of shoulder crying to do, and the last thing I wanted to do at the moment, was be a part of that.

"Alcoholic? Or non?" I asked.

"Mix us a batch of Long Island Iced teas," Chris informed me with a look that said they indeed still had a lot to talk about. I was more than happy to do just that as they both headed off to change while I began mixing....purposely mind you, a rather strong batch of the drink. If anything, it might help her sister to get a good night's sleep. Though I also had my own ulterior motives. Chris always got exceptionally horny after she'd had a few drinks, provided she didn't have too many of course and pass out instead. Something I reminded her quickly about overdoing when she finally came downstairs once again minutes later. She was wearing my favorite bikini too, looking damn good in it as I immediately reached out, tweaking one of her already hardened little nipples through the thin white material of her bikini top.

"Hey buster...watch it!" She teased spinning away from me. "Mind your manners...or you won't be getting any later," she added with a wink.

"Mind your drinking," I challenged back. "Or neither one of us will be," I admonished her myself. Taking her drink along with her sisters, she soon strolled outside, leaving me to stand there looking at her through the window as she made her way over towards one of the lounge chairs out by the pool. Bending over to place their drinks down on the table, I was lost in the vision of my wife's near perfect ass when Robyn came up from behind me quite unexpectedly.

"You joining us?" She asked pleasantly enough. I had jumped. Knowing now that she had startled me a little, giggling then...looking out the window to see what it was that had so captured my attention. Chris, had already settled down into her lounge chair, but even then it was hard not to notice her beautiful tan body against the stark contrast of the skimpy white bikini she was wearing.

"Maybe later on this evening," I informed her, only then turning, getting my first really good look at my sister. I nearly bit my tongue off. If I thought Chris's bikini was skimpy and daring, it was nothing in comparison to the little bit of black nothingness she was wearing. Most, if not all of her beautiful full breasts were exposed, save for a thin triangle of material just barely covering her nipples. That, and the thinnest of strips running up between her obviously shaved pubic mound. When she turned heading outside, her twin ass cheeks were even more exposed than her breasts had been. Had it not been for the sliver of material around her waist, and a similar one across her back, I'd have sworn she wasn't wearing anything.

I could only stand there gawking at her as she went outside, though she did appear to turn her head looking back in my direction...smiling at me when she did.

I poured myself another Long Island Iced Tea, and headed back to the den to watch the game.

"She's gonna be trouble!" I told myself. And decided there and then I was going to mention my concerns to Chris. The last thing I wanted or needed, was to spend the next two weeks dodging Robyn's flirtation bullets.

**

Half an hour later I headed back into the kitchen to fix myself another drink. If anyone needed to slow down, it was me. Though I promised myself I'd nurse this one until dinner time. Glancing out the window towards the pool, I nearly tripped over myself. Chris was sitting up in her lawn chair, Robyn sharing it, sitting behind her, though she was rubbing lotion into her sister's bare back. Thing was, not only had Chris removed her top, so had Robyn. And even from the side, sitting the way that they both were, I had a clear bird's eye view of their bare breasts. Robyn's definitely larger, fuller...though Chris's somewhat smaller breasts seemed a bit perkier, giving me a rather sexy smorgasbord of differing titty-flesh to stand there looking at.

What surprised me the most was the fairly large, somewhat darker coloring of Robyn's nipples. Even at this distance I could clearly see the hard little points of her nipples as she moved about. Once or twice, seeing them graze the back of my wife's bare back, almost as though she was doing it on purpose. Without initially realizing it, I suddenly looked down, my hard cock pressed fully and tightly against the front of my beige shorts. Worse...a small but growing wet spot beginning to emerge. I knew then I'd soon have to head upstairs to change. But for now at least, I was content to stand there and allow my voyeuristic tendencies to run rampant. I knew better sure. Wasn't I just moments ago reminding myself to stay the hell away from any of Robyn's flirtatious teasings? And now...here I was teasing myself as I reached down slipping my hand down the front of my shorts, openly fondling myself as I stood there watching the two of them.

Playfully, I watched as Robyn completed the oiling of her sister's back, suddenly reaching around in front, cupping her own sister's breasts momentarily in her hands. Chris of course immediately reacted, though not in the way I first might have thought. She leaned back into her sister, her own hands coming up to close over her sisters, momentarily holding her hands within her own against her breasts. It was but a moment, but she then looked over in my direction, standing as she did, forcing Robyn to release her hold on her. Robyn too turned looking towards the house, that sexy little birthmark angling down towards her nipple, not quite reaching it. I stepped back away from the window, though I'd been cautious enough not to have been standing too close to it in the first place. Mentally my mind raced, trying to remember in the past what I could see from their vantage point. I felt reasonably safe they hadn't seen me, especially as I had stepped back even further into the room seeing my wife suddenly turn long before Robyn had. But now, Chris grabbed their two empty glasses and began heading my way.

"Shit!" I exclaimed yanking my hand out of my pants tempted to turn and run from the room. And I would have with plenty of time to spare had I not at that very moment knocked my glass off the counter top, shattering it on the floor. "Fuck!" I now added realizing my dilemma, already stooping to begin picking up the larger pieces of glass just as Chris entered in through the door. "Don't come in any further!" I called out to her, freezing her in place. "I broke a glass!"

She wasn't barefoot however, and quickly determining it was safe for her to enter further she did so. "I'll get the broom," she informed me. Moments later she joined me, sweeping now, though I made effort to remain stooped over as I was, looking for additional shards of glass. When it became obvious I was more in her way than helpful, I stood. And sure enough, Chris almost immediately spotted the now slightly larger wet spot I'd created on the front of my beige shorts. "Spill too?" she now asked, though she chuckled to herself when saying that.

"I came in for a drink," I said lamely.

"And looked out the window."

"Yes...and looked out the window."

"And saw us."

"And saw you," I mimicked back, still more flustered than rational, repeating her every word as though that was the most sensible thing to be doing as she continued to lead me.

"And liked what you saw."

That one stopped me however. Though Chris didn't give me time to respond, turning to gaze back out the kitchen window herself, forcing me to look as well as she did so.

"She does have nice breasts doesn't she?" I felt it prudent not to answer that.

"So do you," I said instead seeing the smile on her face broaden upon hearing that.

Robyn was again laying back in her lawn chair, completely oblivious to the situation inside. I however wasn't oblivious to the fact that my wife was standing there next to me bare breasted, nor that she had obviously seen my wet spot and knew immediately what I'd been doing, or at the very least, what my cock had been obviously doing. Leaking.

"Wish mine were as large as hers are," she added turning back to face me, a smile on her face as she reached down, cupping her breasts holding them together.

"They're big enough," I responded tearing my eyes away from the window. Tempted to reach out and fondle her offering. 

"She is a tease isn't she? Even around me," she added knowingly.

"Yeah, that was ah...a bit interesting to say the least," I openly admitted. "Surprised she did that."

"I'm not," Chris told me. "Even as a kid before she came into her own, she was always jealous of my having breasts, and was constantly walking in on me when I dressed. She'd always take that opportunity to ask me personal intimate questions about myself, wondering when she'd finally grow some...things like that. When she finally did, years later, she even made it a point to show them to me whenever she could, as though flaunting the fact hers were now even bigger than my own. Thank god she grew out of the jealousy thing, though by then of course, it was a pride thing for her for some damn reason. Now at least...she seems to have gotten past that as well. She even went so far as to tell me out there that she thought my breasts were more beautiful than her own. And I think she actually meant that."

I couldn't believe I was hearing this, though to make matters worse, I was getting hard again too standing there looking out the window at my sister, along with my own bare-breasted wife standing next to me. 

Robyn sat up looking in our direction.

"I'd better get back out there," Chris said refilling their glasses. "I've already been gone too long as it is. She'll be wondering," she giggled. "No doubt wondering if we're not standing here even now...fucking in the kitchen."

The look in my wife's eyes told me she was actually considering that. Like I said, when Chris had a few drinks, she got pretty horny, and it was evident she was now. Her own nipples had crinkled up into an amazing hardness. She always had had pretty thick protruding nipple-points whenever she became aroused, her areolas, though smaller and not nearly as dark in color as her sisters were, were nevertheless just as alluring. And especially now as she actually reached up and tweaked them with her own fingers. She laughed looking down at the bulge in my shorts. She turned heading back through the door, drinks in hand, opening it with her back as she turned briefly towards me before stepping outside once again. "And don't you dare do anything with that," she grinned. "Save it for later." And with that she was gone, once again walking out towards her sister who now spun around in her chair, reaching up accepting the drink Chris offered her. I saw her look past Chris towards the house, curiously. Though I had remained back well within the room still watching. Chris took her own seat, facing her sister, breasts now pointing towards one another, my wife's nipples still clearly and obviously erect. Even Robyn noticed that looking directly towards them. For a moment I thought she might actually reach out towards one, though she didn't, tossing her head back in a laugh instead as they shared something.

"Fuck this!" I said unzipping my shorts. No way in hell was I going to pass this moment up, an opportunity like this might never present itself ever again.

It felt wickedly perverse standing there jerking myself off over the sink, staring out the window, though by now both girls were laying down again. Even so, the sight of their heavenly breasts pointing skyward was enough to get me off. I shot my spunk into the sink, feeling even more wicked as I did so, though once the lusty edge had given way, I felt sheepish again. I quickly washed away my pleasure, ensuring there remained no trace of my wanton act, and then headed back upstairs to change.

I chastised myself on the way upstairs, shaking my head. Robyn hadn't been here even twenty-four hours yet, and already she'd become a complication for me. It was going to be a long...a very long two weeks if things continued at this rate.

**

Later that evening well after dinner as everyone finally retired for bed, I lay there in our bed waiting for Chris to complete her nightly ritual as she removed the little bit of makeup she wore, brushed her teeth, brushed out her long glorious hair. I smiled inwardly. The wine we'd had with dinner had been just enough to sustain the day long buzz she'd been nurturing. The twinkle in her eye, and her mischievous grin as she got ready for bed, confirmed the fact she was still horny too. Moments later she emerged from the bathroom, though wearing a simple pullover camisole which looked sexy as hell on her, I knew then she wanted what I did. And I made a point out of showing her my own arousal, the sheet fully tented upwards over my hard erect cock.




Sister Act



"Not here," she whispered then surprising me as she headed on tip-toes towards the door. "Robyn might hear us."

"Fuck!" I said to myself thinking it without saying it aloud. "So what?" I thought. "Can't we be quiet...in here?" I did ask.

"Sure, if you really want to, we can," she informed me not yet turning the door-knob. "But I'm in a dirty...horny mood, and don't much feel like keeping it all inside. So...which do you want? In here, all nice and comfy quiet? Or outside back by the pool on a blanket where we can moan and groan as much as we want to?"

I slipped out of bed, as she turned the knob on the door. The two of us silently padding on bare feet down the hallway towards the stairs, and then outside where we crossed towards the pool area. The only lights being those from the pool itself, giving us a rather erotic little atmosphere to enjoy as Chris spread out the large padded comforter she'd brought outside with her.

"Much better," she grinned turning towards me as she lay down on it. "Now baby...come fuck me, and tell me what it was you actually did do and see there in the kitchen after I left."

I should have known. Chris knew me even better than I knew myself. Seconds later I was behind her, fucking her doggy style, her favorite position. And all the while as I did so, I confessed to standing there watching my cum spurting all over the inside of the sink as I stood there staring at...the two of them.

**

I didn't learn until much later, several days later in fact. Though we'd been very careful, and very quiet heading downstairs, Robyn had been unable to go to sleep. She had heard our whisperings easily enough, even though she'd not been able to quite make out what was being said. When she heard the door open from our bedroom, and then the soft quiet, almost secretive padding of our feet as we headed down the stairs and then outside, she had gotten up. Following at a safe unsuspecting distance, she had slipped out the sliding glass doors of the patio area, coming around the side of the yard rather from the back door entry. Unobserved, she had hidden behind the pool house, watching us as we lay there fucking on the blanket. She had eventually confessed all to her sister, unbeknownst to me, and that she had masturbated while watching us. Crying the entire time.

**

Even after our late night romp in the back yard, Chris as usual got up early for her morning run. As we lived only a few short blocks from the beach, she enjoyed running near the ocean, along the sand, listening to the waves as they came crashing in. It was her favorite part of the day, a chance to be alone, think...plan her day and simply collect herself. After all that had happened recently, I expected she'd no doubt be gone a bit longer than usual. So much to consider, think about, and reason out in her head. I likewise did the same, though rather than running as I did so, I usually preferred to putter around the yard, or work on one of my many uncompleted projects out in the garage as I did so.

Still early, I had gone out to do just that, long before it got hotter in the day, before the winds picked up and began blowing that hot southerly wind in again. I knelt picking weeds out of the garden area. Though I left it up to Chris to arrange and thus decorate the gardens themselves, it was my job to see they were weeded and looking pristine in appearance. This was my time as well, early in the morning while it was still cool and pleasant enough to be doing so. Even as I weeded almost automatically, I was lost in thought...thoughts I knew damn well I shouldn't be imagining, entertaining. Especially now. And yet...there I was, doing just that. So absorbed in my thoughts I once again didn't hear Robyn's approach, jumping again now upon hearing the sound of her voice so unexpectedly.

"Coffee?"

"Jesus!" I yelped like a pup, almost falling over causing her to laugh.

"Sorry...didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't...scare me. Startled me a little yes," I said with a bit of irritation in my tone of voice, not really meaning to. "Thanks," I then added far more politely, accepting the cup of freshly brewed coffee she handed me as she stood there sipping her own.

"You're welcome," she responded, not taking offense at my tone as I'd already softened it with a smile.

"Sleep well?" I asked sipping my own cup.

"Well enough I guess. Different...sleeping in another bed, one you're not used to...and alone." 

"I can well imagine," I told her, only then taking a brief glimpse of her as she looked about the yard enjoying the rare fresh breeze of the still cool morning air. Damned if her appearance, even innocent as it was, or was meant to be...didn't get to me still. Though Chris usually slept in a thin pullover satiny, or even silk shift to bed at night, she sometimes wore nothing more than one of my old tee-shirts to bed. Sometimes with, but sometimes without panties, depending on the mood she was in. I liked the without mornings the best, as that usually meant she was in the mood for a quickie before either one of us dressed for work. A rather nice way to start out the day. Thus...it was a silent, though obvious sign to me of what I could expect.

Robyn was wearing a thin white tee shirt, obviously no bra as the cool morning air had already teased and caressed her nipples into hardness, poking and pressing against the material. Once again kneeling down, spotting a weed I had missed in the small patch I was working, a quick glance her way as she stood there next to me revealed even more. At least she was wearing panties, the hem of the shirt not quite long enough to disguise the fact that she was, or might not have. Though I doubted I'd find her doing the latter, especially around me.

"So, what's on the agenda for today?" She asked looking back down towards me, causing me to once again refocus my attention on the weeds and flowers rather than on the simple cute, almost too girlish little rose etched within the upper crotch of her panties. 

"We talked about going down to the beach later, maybe taking a picnic with us, spending some time at the ocean, unless of course there's something else you'd rather do later?" I asked.

"No, no...I'd like that," she said bending over to gather up my coffee cup. "Sounds like fun in fact," she added. "More coffee?"

"Yes, please."

I wondered briefly if she'd done that on purpose, or hadn't thought about it, not realizing her exposure to me as she leaned over picking up my cup, basically displaying herself, presenting to me that barely covered, likewise near perfect ass of hers. But even more so, the sudden appearance, the outline of her lips pressing against the material of the sheer panties she was wearing, clearly displaying her protruding lips, her "camel-toe" as was so vulgarly, somewhat jokingly referred to. She turned her head looking back towards me. My eyes tearing themselves away from the sight, though already too late.

"Be right back with it," she said standing up, walking away. I had heard...distinctly heard her emphasize the word "it" when she said that, pausing for only a whispered breath of a moment, but enough that it made me wonder. She had to know I'd been looking at "it". She'd virtually caught me red-handed. And so...had the "it" she'd referenced, emphasized.. been the "it" I'd been thinking about. Once again I shook my head in frustration, scorn and chastisement at myself. Having Robyn around was going to be a lot harder than I thought.

**

Thankfully she didn't stay or hover around me when she returned with my fresh cup of coffee, heading instead back inside the house. Even so, her nipples still protruded provocatively against the front of her almost too thin tee shirt for comfort. My comfort anyway, as I felt my cock stiffen, against my will, already pressing against the front of my now too tight cut off jeans.

"Hurry home baby," I thought. "Daddy's got a hard one for you," I joked with myself, though I was also pretty sure she wouldn't approve of who'd given it to me, even though I'd not wished for that. Didn't make it any easier however, Robyn was...admittedly was, a good looking, sexy, seductive woman. A constant reminder for me to mind my P's and Q's around her.

By now it was already getting hot...too hot. I hurriedly finished off the section I had told myself I would do before putting my gardening tools away, heading back into the house for my morning shower. I hoped while doing so, Chris might return home and thus join me inside there. I was hard as a rock. As I climbed the stairs towards the bedroom, I heard the shower already running.

"Shit! That must be Robyn," I realized. She had beaten me to it, though I shouldn't have been surprised by that. Chris had already told her she could use the shower in our room as opposed to having to go all the way down stairs and use the one in the downstairs area. Even so, I found irritation in having to do that, now share time...scheduling amongst the three of us, though as I said...most of the time, Chris and I simply showered together even if we didn't fool around. Not exactly something I could do with her sister, which meant simply waiting for my turn. With the door to the bathroom closed however, I saw no point in leaving the bedroom, content to sit on the edge of the bed, flipping through channels on our TV while waiting for her to come out.

I glanced over towards the bathroom door. It's not like it was wide open or anything, it wasn't. But it wasn't fully closed either. A small crack, a very small crack alerted me to the fact it wasn't fully shut, and which was also why I could hear the fall of the shower inside a bit more perhaps than I should have been. I sat, feeling impatient, irritated with having to wait on her, deciding to use the advantage of having the door open a crack as an opportunity to yell into her, and ask her if she couldn't hurry things up. I approached the door, seeing movement beyond as I did.

Our shower was unique, custom made. Big enough to easily support four inside comfortably, though that had never been our intention of course. We just liked having the room to shower in, along with two separate shower heads on either side of the wall. In addition, you stepped down into it, two small steps with a safety rail. Something I liked as there was no need for a shower curtain, or sliding glass door to have to clean, not to mention easily used as a jet tub as well whenever we decided to use it for that purpose. At the moment however, even with the door barely cracked the way it was, I could clearly see my sister as she stood with her head back beneath the shower, rinsing her hair. Her full breasts jutting outwards beneath the spray, a thin, very thin strip of pubic hair between her legs, pointing upwards towards her naval almost like a beacon, inviting you to look at it. Which I found myself doing. I swallowed my words, finger tips on the door, a slight, very slight push, opening it a fraction more, if that. But just enough to even more fully see her as I stood there spying on her.

Next to the built in rack holding an array of body soaps, shampoos, conditioners and the like, we had also had installed a hand-held spray for those harder to reach places. I now watched as she reached over turning it on, and then herself by the looks of it. She wasn't simply rinsing off, or washing anything else either for that matter. Not when I saw her hand travel up, cupping one of her breasts, toying with it. Her mouth forming a small "0" as she moaned softly, teasing her extended nipple, holding the shower massage against herself with an obvious pulsating beat.

"Fuck!" I moaned silently to myself once again. Because here I was again...looking at my sister, masturbating. Feeling the erection which hadn't completely dwindled away, suddenly racing back to full and complete hardness again within seconds. The sight of her standing there, so vulnerably revealed. Closer this time in my observance in fact, details of which I now saw even more sharply, the pucker of her nipples, the crinkle of that delicate delightful skin. I allowed my eyes to caress her looking downwards, the water itself highlighting the normally almost invisible hair on her tummy just below her naval where she didn't shave. Wet however, it now lead like a path down towards her cunt, her lips puffy, protruding, swollen as she held and pressed the head of the pulsating shower massage against herself. Occasionally moving it away, teasing instead with a finger or two for a moment. Allowing me when she did that, a brief clearer glimpse at her lips, her opening, which she then spread, teasing and torturing her amazingly large looking clit. This too, far bigger than her sister's, so easily seen over the few feet separating the two of us as I stood behind the door. I watched as she changed hands, now playing with her neglected breast, placing one foot slightly above the other on the ledge running around the tub on one side. Effectively spreading herself even more...comfortably, the shower massage again directed at her cunt, specifically against her clit as she groaned audibly, shaking briefly, now pulling fiercely on her nipple with her fingers as she pulled on it, even twisting it.

"Jesus!" I said, though glad the shower was loud enough to drown out my words, spoken softly as they had been, though I again was reminded in doing that just how precarious my situation was at the moment. Though relatively sure she wouldn't know I was standing there peeking in on her, a focused glance in that direction might reveal any distortions behind the door from the light coming behind me. Something I was very well aware of, and already at the verge of stepping back, leaving the bedroom entirely.

Which is when she came.

She had let go of the hand-held spray, leaving it to bang wildly against the wall as she reached down...slapping, no...spanking her pussy as it were. She was slapping it hard with one hand, the other pulling...fingers pinching the flesh, her lips surrounding her clit, bunching it up, almost as though yanking upwards on a man's foreskin. No other way to describe it, explain it, as she pinched, holding it there, in a way, re-sheathing her clitoris. And though in doing so, she slapped, hit, and then ground her free hand against herself furiously, all the while crying out her pleasures, wave after wave of them...or so it seemed anyway. One long, never-ending string of orgasms that shook her from head to toe. She was still climaxing in fact, when I spun away from the door, the sound, subconsciously perhaps of footsteps just then nearing alerting me to the fact...Chris had come home.

She walked in, saw me thankfully standing looking towards her, and not through the door itself, though I was still too close to it for my own good. "Just came in to use the shower myself," I said trying to once again sound irritated. "Was just about to ask her to hurry up in there when you walked in."

Chris looked down at my crotch. "Ah huh," she smiled accusingly. "I bet you were asking her to hurry up...and cum," she giggled suggestively. "I'm willing to bet she's using the hand held shower massager you put in for me...isn't she?"

"I don't know...I...I ah...wasn't looking for that, at that...at her," I stammered.

"Ah huh," Chris said again stripping off her own clothes now.

"No really...I wasn't, I just came in to shower, realized she was already in there, thought I'd peek through the door, ask her to hurry up in there."

"Peek through is right," Robyn said suddenly coming into the room, thankfully covered up with a towel around her torso. "Thought I saw something a moment ago, blocking the light behind the door...thought it might be Jack, just wasn't sure if he was really brazen enough to sit there and spy on me."

"Spy? Spy? Who said I was spying?" I stammered defending myself, trying to sound shocked, angry even at the suggestion.

"Give it up Jack...you're standing there with a hard on," my wife said, and then burst out laughing, just as her sister did, now looking down and over towards me.

"Oh my...you really do. And...you really were spying on me, weren't you?" She accused without really sounding too upset about it.

"Well, you probably were masturbating in there, weren't you?" Chris now boldly and bluntly asked her sister. "Go on, admit it...you were probably using my shower massage."

"Well of course I was, especially after you told me about how you enjoyed using it, you certainly can't stand there and expect that I wouldn't...after all."

"No...but I can't say that I expected you to put on a show for Jack either," she said a bit more seriously, taking the edge off what a moment ago seemed like a bit of harmless ribbing.

"The door was shut."

"Not all the way...unless Jack," she paused once again looking towards me.

I don't know if Robyn had purposely not closed the door completely shut, or if she'd left it as a temptation for me. There was no real way of knowing. But...under the circumstances, it was at best circumstantial that she'd done that. And under those same circumstances, unfair to judge her by. I had been the one to push open the door a bit wider than it had been. I had been the one to stand there and observe her, even after I'd realized what she was actually doing. 

"It wasn't entirely closed...but not open enough to see anything either, until I opened it a bit more," I freely confessed, surprising them both. "It really was my intent to ask your sister to hurry things up in there, I just didn't know at the time I attempted to do that...what things she was currently doing things too," I said trying to lighten the mood a little. "Which honestly honey...is when you came in."

"So you're telling me...you already had that when you came up here?" she asked once again nodding her head in the direction of my now...rapidly deflating member. At least it was doing that.

"He might have," Robyn said coming to my rescue, though that too was quite unexpected in a rather unique sort of way as well. And at first, I wasn't sure if she'd made things better...or worse in having said that. "He had one when I went out to give him a cup of coffee, just before coming upstairs to shower," she informed her sister. "Maybe...he was still thinking about yesterday, this morning...which is why he had one, and still did...even now."

Chris and I exchanged looks with one another. "What did she know," we were both thinking without saying as much, though our mutual looks asked the same question. "Had she heard us...seen us?" I asked myself. "Or did she know about my adventure in the kitchen yesterday? Had she and her sister privately, secretly, discussed any of that?"

I felt a strange sense of relief, though why I didn't know, catching a knowing smirk on Robyn's face as she eased by headed for her bedroom. "Time for me to dress...and get ready for the beach," she announced. "And besides, you two need to shower...maybe even talk a bit before we leave," she snickered quickly dashing from the room as Chris playfully reached out in an attempt to steal the towel away from her.

"Women!" I said once again shaking my head. Just when you thought you had them figured out, you realized, you really didn't.

"Come on you horny old goat," Chris told me shrugging out of the rest of her clothes. "She's right...we both need to shower, and what's more, we really do need to talk too!"

"About what?" I asked nervously.

"About her...about her staying here with us. About you and I. About me and her...about a whole lot of things I haven't told you about yet. And maybe it's time that I do, before you hear anything from anyone else."

Ok...this was starting to get interesting. "Like what?"

"In the shower," she said simply. "I'll tell you a little bedtime story in there, or maybe I should call it a "shower story", she giggled good-naturedly, though it was the same naughty giggle I very often heard her use whenever she was aroused too. Which was a fairly decent sign under the circumstances, as that meant...




Sister Act



I soon followed her inside, my hard stiff cock leading the way.

**

Chris held my dick in the shower, soaping it up...making it slick. "I need to come clean with you about something," she told me.

"Funny," I responded back as she continued to manipulate my cock back and forth, using the soap in her hand while doing so. "Keep doing what you're doing...and I'll come clean all over you," I said gritting my teeth, pleasurably so.

"Funny back," she laughed. "Seriously though...I really do need to tell you something, and now seems as good a time as any, especially while I have your undivided attention."

"My cock you mean," I groaned as she continued to work it, without missing a beat.

"In a manner of speaking, yes. But doing this might help in telling you what I need to," she said somewhat seriously. And had she not been doing such a nice job on my very aroused blood engorged cock, I might have heard the subtle concern in her tone of voice. Fortunately for her however, I had more blood in my cock at the moment, than I did inside my other head, which might have alerted me to that fact.

"Go on..." I said pleasurably, meaning both. "Continue."

"Two, almost three years ago now, when I flew out to be with Robyn just before her wedding?"

"Yeah?"

"Well...I'd arrived just in time for her bachelorette party remember? I mean...after all, I was the one throwing it."

"Yeah, I remember," I said enjoying the feel of her hand on me, though it slowed somewhat as she lost herself in thought. "You going to tell me something happened at the party I maybe shouldn't know about? Don't know about?" I quickly amended.

Already I was imagining some male stripper, and though there had been one, and though I was reasonably sure nothing much had happened, it wouldn't surprise me, nor really upset me either, to find out my wife, along with every other woman there, had done a bit of fondling, and perhaps a bit more in fact. Short of Chris actually fucking him however, it wasn't anything I'd have been upset in hearing. In fact...just the opposite, but she already knew that, because she knew me.

"You know better than that," she informed me. "And besides, I already told you what happened, you already know I fondled the guys dick, same as everyone there, including Robyn, who did a bit more than that, but...that's for her to tell you about, not me. No Jack...what I have to tell you about, happened later, after we all got home."

"Ok, so tell me...what happened after you got home that night that you haven't told me about?"

For a moment, Chris quit stroking my dick, telling me in an instant, that this was sort of serious. Not serious enough that I needed to be necessarily worried about it, obviously...but serious enough that she was nervous about telling me, in fear of my reaction perhaps. And that did worry me just a little. Though she then smiled and went back to stroking my slippery cock, putting me at ease a little.

"Not sure how you're going to take this, but...here it is. I finger-fucked Robyn that night."

To be honest, I'm not sure I heard her right. "Say that again? You did what?"

"I fingered my sister. Finger-fucked her cunt. Thought you should know."

"Jesus! Chris? Isn't that..."

"Incest? That what you're thinking? I don't know...maybe it is, a little anyway, but even if it is, even if that's what you want to call it...that's all I did...all we did."

"We? You mean...she finger-fucked you too?"

"Yeah...she did. We did."

"And why is it I'm only hearing about this now?" I asked, though the sudden realization of where this was going and why...suddenly hit me.

"Because I'm considering doing it for her again, and wanted to ask you about it before I do that, that's why. And because I wanted you to hear the whole story before I did, why I did the first time, and why I'm considering doing it again for her now."

"Yeah, maybe you should start at the beginning and tell me why you did that in the first place, maybe then I'll have a better understanding as to why you'd want to even consider doing that again in the second place."

"Before or after you cum?" She asked.

"Better make it before...at least that way I'll still be a little horny here, and a bit more open-minded to the suggestion. Not so sure how I'd feel about it after the lustiness in my balls went away."

"Good point," she said removing her hand.

"Hey! Didn't tell you to quit stroking it, just don't make me cum yet while you fill me in," I half pleaded with her. At least she laughed at that, soaping up my dick once again.

"Ok, here it is. I think during the party, and especially after she'd you know...fondled..."

"What else?"

Chris gave me an eyebrow, but then nodded her head just a little. "After she had fondled the guy's dick...as we all did," she openly confirmed once again for me, "she did suck it off a little. As did a few of the other women there, though not all of us...and certainly not me."

"Ok, I believe you...so, she sucked him off...a while."

"A little," she corrected.

"Did he cum?"

Chris hesitated, but shook her head again.

"A lot," I re-corrected her.

"Ok, she did a lot...for a little while."

"Whatever...where you going with all this?"

"Point being. After the party we came home, she was having second thoughts..."

"About what she'd done?"

"No...about what she was about to do. As did everyone else for that matter. Hell Jack, you know as well as I did, we were all second guessing her marriage to Mat in the first place. Needless to say, as much as she wouldn't admit to it, it was making her rethink things as well, especially after she caved in so easily in sucking that guy off...some guy she'd never met until that night. Using the excuse of the party as her last fling if you will."

Suddenly another unshared observation came to mind, though I sort of figured that now was not the time to bring that one up with my wife at the moment. "Go on...and then what?"

"She was scared...nervous, had almost decided to back out of the wedding that very night, and probably would have, had it not been for mom and dad pressuring her to go through with it. After all, they'd spent a lot of money on it...on her, the dress, invitations and what not. The list went on and on."

I could see it in my mind, the pressure from my wife's parents would have been enormous to carry through with the wedding, regardless.

Chris quit stroking my cock again, staring me straight in the eyes. "She was scared shitless Jack, scared to death she really was making a big mistake. And as we all now know...including mom and dad, even though they've continued to press her into making it work...she was right, as we all were. They never should have gotten married to begin with."

"Ok, ancient history. We all knew that, including your own sister apparently. But..."

"I'm getting to that," she said cutting me off. "She was upset, horribly so, asked me to stay with her that night, in her room...in her bed, with her. So I did. We talked...we cried, we laughed a little. And then..."

"And then?"

"And then we kissed."

"You kissed? What do you mean you kissed? You two kiss all the time."

"Not like sisters kiss, not that night. We kissed, we tongue-fucked one another, and that led to the other thing. Before I knew it, realized it...I had my hands on my own sister's cunt, and then I was caressing her, trying to sooth her, somehow quiet her crying, her fears, her anxiety, and maybe even my own. But as I fingered her, played with her, she calmed down...relaxed, began to enjoy it. As I was."

"Holy shit Chris...you enjoyed fingering your sister."

"Yes I did, and I enjoyed it when she fingered me in return. I mean, it just happened, we never did it again after that night, nor did we do anything else either. Just that...just finger-fucked one another. But...we did. And it seemed to help, both of us. Robyn went through with the wedding, though obviously as it turned out, it was still a big mistake, but at least she got through it, as we all did. Anyway...I've heard her crying, heard her again last night, long after we'd come back to bed. She's still going through a lot Jack, and probably will be during her stay here. So...I was thinking, just in case, just in case we ended up in a position like that again, in case it happened again, that you should know. I'm not opposed to doing that for her again if it should help her get through this. Strange as it may sound Jack...I do know my own sister, and I know that a little stress relief helps. And not the kind you give yourself either. Obviously, she's been doing that. And maybe that helps a little, but not nearly as much as the love and affection from someone close to her."

"Like you."

"Yeah...like me."

To this day, I'm not sure of what my answer would have been had my wife not been holding onto my cock at the time. Especially if I'd already come before then.

"Ok."

"Ok? You're ok if I do that for her...with her? If...she even wants me to, or allows it."

"Yeah, I'm ok with it. IF, you honestly think it will help with all this, though I'm still not sure why it's necessary for her to finger you too."

"Because Jack...it also helps her to give back affection in an intimate way, as well as in receiving it, that's why. Not to mention the fact, we're about as different as night and day, something you sure as hell well know. And having done that, brought the two of us a lot closer, ever since that day. You know as well as I do, we never really used to speak on the phone at all. After that night...we did, at least once a week, and more after her divorce. So...that's why."

"Ok," I said again.

"You're sure? You're ok with this?"

"No, I'm not sure...but yeah, I'm ok with it. I trust you. I trust your judgment. Always have, always will. If you honestly think this will help your sister get through this, and as long as it doesn't backfire on either one of us...yeah, I'm ok with it. Only one thing I will ask you though."

"Which is?"

"She knows...that I know, and agreed to let you do it."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"No problem."

"Oh yeah? And whys that?"

"Because I told her yesterday out by the pool that I think you'd agree to go along with it before I did it. Told her I wanted to discuss it with you first before we did anything. She said she wanted to make sure you were indeed ok with it, before we did anything. She really does love you Jack, and doesn't want you to be worried about anything, or think ill of her in anyway. And that's also why I told her she should come up, leave the door open a little bit while she showered and then pleasured herself. But not before she was sure you were peeking in on her."

I stood there staring at my wife. "You're kidding me right?" Chris just smiled. "You set me up? Set this up?"

"Thought it might be a good way to broach the subject with you yes...not every day a husband hears that his wife wants to finger-fuck her own sister."

She had a point there.

"OK, so now what."

"Now I make you cum. And you can even think about the two of us fingering one another while I do that."

Chris was right. I did.

**

It's amazing how things changed after that. Not rapidly mind you...gradually, slowly. But in hindsight, looking back now, it was probably the best thing that could have ever happened.

After my nice slick, soapy hand job there in the shower, where I came in what felt like gallons, so intense my orgasm, standing there, imagining the two of them, my wife and her sister, fingering one another, well yeah...admittedly, it was a turn on, wicked as it really was.

We had soon after dressed, heading off to the beach. Chris didn't wear the same skimpy bikini she felt far more comfortable wearing out by the pool, though the red one she was wearing was still revealing enough. And thankfully as well, Robyn didn't wear her next to nothing black one either, though the one she did wear, was just as revealing as her sister's white one was. Go figure. Still, laying there on our towels situated between the two of them made me grin with pride (and a little knowing lust) as many men walked by periodically, gawking at the three of us, or rather the girls anyway, who seemed to enjoy the attention.

"I'm going down to stand in the surf for a bit," I stated, catching a grateful wink from my wife upon saying that. I sort of figured she wanted a moment to discuss things with her sister, let her know I was now ok with the two of them...comforting one another so to speak.

I'd barely gotten a few yards away when they rolled towards one another in whispered conversation. Standing in waist deep water shortly after that, looking back at the two of them as they looked at me, waved, and then kissed.

"Women!" I said laughing to myself. Wondering as I did, how many other men were getting off on seeing that as much as I was.

**

I walked back up to where the girls were and plopped down on my back lying between them, both laying on their tummies, wearing dark sunglasses so there was no way of knowing if their eyes were open, sleeping or otherwise. I then felt my wife's hand suddenly reach over molding itself around my somewhat flaccid cock through my trunks.

"Chris!" I chortled pleasantly. She laughed.

"No one's looking," she laughed again squeezing me. For the moment at least, we were somewhat alone, the closest people to us having wandered down to the water leaving their towels behind still a reasonable distance away. With the sun starting to wane, many had already picked up and began leaving the beach, though it had been our intent to remain there and watch the sunset together.

I then noticed the wine we'd brought with us for our picnic we'd had earlier was gone, as was the second bottle we'd brought too. "You're drunk," I stated simply.

"That...and horny," she replied squeezing my cock again, feeling it begin to stiffen in her hand. I looked over towards Robyn, but she remained as she was unmoving. I figured her to be sleeping for sure.

"So?"

"So what?" She asked.

"So...did you tell your sister?"

"About what?"

"You know damn well what...that I said, ok." She giggled.

"Oh...that. Of course I did."

"And?"

"And we discussed it."

"And?"

"Well...we sort of came to a decision."

"About what?"

Looking towards my wife, I didn't notice Robyn or was even aware of her until suddenly I felt her hand likewise reaching over, now resting alongside my wife's hand. The two of them now simultaneously cupping my prick together.

"What the fuck?" They both laughed.

"Told you he'd be surprised," Robyn commented squeezing it alone now as Chris removed her hand, leaving her sister's there to fondle and caress me by herself. She reached up holding my chin, rolled over and kissed me.

"We both decided it would be a lot more fun and exciting if you were to be included," she told me. I noticed then she had pulled her bikini top down, exposing one breast though it remained partially hidden between us as she lay there on her side grinning at me.

"You're horny."

"Very, and so's Robyn."

"Very!" She likewise giggled.

"Yeah...me too," I now said reaching over to finger my wife's bare nipple as Robyn continued to manhandle my now very rigid prick through my trunks. "Maybe we should go back," I said nervously as the other couple began heading back towards their beach towels, the sun just then getting ready to make its final descent into the ocean. Even as they did, glancing over towards the three of us, Robyn continued to play with my cock, which was now clearly obvious.

"After it sets," Chris moaned pleasurably as I tweaked her nipple. "And after you've eaten my pussy," she then added letting me know her intention.

"And mine," Robyn tossed in.

"And hers," Chris confirmed.

"Fuck me!"

"Later..." they both said simultaneously.

**

There was barely a moon, so dark now that it was hard to see anything except for outlines and shadows. Much to my surprise, the couple remained behind us sitting on their towels some twenty or thirty yards away.

"I don't think they're leaving," I whispered thinking that there was no way I was going to be doing anything to anyone until they did.

"Maybe they want to watch," Chris chuckled and then removed her top completely, likewise lifting up her legs, slipping off her bikini bottoms a moment later, now totally naked.

"Jesus Chris!" Normally a bit more subdued, though she did have a wild side, I was nevertheless surprised at her boldness out in the open like this.

"Eat me," she said simply. "Come on Jack...you're as excited as I am, admit it."

"What if they..."

"What if they what? Want to come over and join us? Watch? Let them...they might learn something!"

"Yeah, come on Jack...eat my sister, because then you're going to eat me too."

"Maybe, he should eat us simultaneously, side by side," Chris suggested.

"Now that... sounds like a great idea!"

Unlike Chris, Robyn stood. And though it was fairly dark, there was no mistaking, even at this distance that she had completely removed her swim wear before settling back down on the beach towel laying next to her sister as I sat there kneeling in front of them, looking down, and then looking back up and over towards our willing voyeurs. In doing so however, it became obvious to me they were doing something as well, though it was hard to see exactly what. The movements they were making however assured me they were momentarily at least, lost in their own private pleasures.

"Damn!" I finally grinned, and then looked back at my two luscious naked ladies. The moonlight just painting their voluptuous naked forms laying there on the sand. Erotic shadows now displayed, the sculpture of their respective breasts, partially showing in the moonlight, partially hidden in the dark. I'd never seen anything more sensual or more beautiful in all my life. "Eeny, Meenie, Miny...moe, catch a woman by the toe," I had grabbed each of theirs within my hands pulling on them. 

Each was giggling, though Chris finally sat up reaching towards me, grabbing me by the head and bringing me towards her as she fell back onto the sand. "Enough with the teasing!" She said loud enough for our nearby friends to hear. "Fucking eat me!" she added hotly. "Now!"

Chris spread her legs obscenely as I finally caved in, diving between them. I could feel my hard stiff cock almost burrowing into the still warm sand beneath me as I did so, lapping away contentedly at her wet sloppy split. Glancing up, I could just make out Robyn's hand as she reached over, softly circling my wife's right nipple with her finger tips, causing her to moan even more than she had been.

"Oh fuck that feels good," she groaned audibly, loud enough I was sure, that even with the sounds of the waves still coming in, she'd been easily heard. Suddenly, the thought of that no longer bothered me, if anything...it aroused me even more. Lifting up slightly to peer over towards our audience, they...now sitting up, looking towards us. Though in that brief look, I noticed, without clearly seeing, each one had their hands in the other's lap, and just like these two were, the woman was obviously naked. I smiled and went back to work, licking and sucking my wife's precious pussy. "Now her," Chris said moments later. "I don't want to cum yet...not until we get home."

I sat up again, sliding over, repositioning myself, taking another glance over Robyn's prone form as she likewise spread her legs, bent at the knee prepared to receive me. I chuckled. "Looks like they're doing what we are," I informed them both. All three of us looking backwards them towards the other couple. Sure enough, she too was on her back, legs likewise spread obscenely, as her lover lay between her legs doing to her what I'd been doing moments ago, and about to soon be doing again. Only this time...to Robyn. To my wife's sister...my sister. I couldn't believe I was about to actually do that either, even as I settled myself, leaning forward, and then ran my tongue up Robyn's equally wet slit for the very first time.




Sister Act



"Oh...my...god!" Robyn breathed out deeply, loudly. "It's been so fucking long!"

I proceeded to attack Robyn's cunt with a vengeance, intoxicated perhaps by the increased excitement of actually doing this, especially where we were, and with an audience to boot. As Robyn had done to Chris, Chris now did to her sister, rolling over onto her side, her hands coming up to caress, tease and fondle her sister's slightly larger breasts. I peeked, still licking, sucking and teasing Robyn's clit. Just enough light as it fell on her exposed breasts, her nipples about as hard as they could possibly be, if not even more so than I'd seen them as Chris manipulated each. Watching my wife doing that, while I licked her sister's cunt was sending a flood of excited shivers racing up and down my spine, not to mention my hard stiff cock which I swear, felt as though ready to tear through my swim trunks.

"Ok, ok! Stop, stop!" Robyn near begged a few minutes later. "I don't want to come either yet...and I am already way...too...fucking...close!"

I eased up on her, only slightly disappointed, but more than ready now to pick up and walk home, even with a hard on leading the way. Anxious now to even more further enjoy the delights and eroticism of being with the two of them. In ways I am sure, I hadn't as yet even begun to imagine yet.

"Your turn," Chris said putting that thought on hold.

"What?"

"I said...your turn!" And then grabbed me, pulling me down and over onto my back. As she did that, Robyn likewise sprang into action, grabbing the bottom of my swim trunks, literally yanking them off. When she did, my cock sprang up like a coiled spring. 

"Fuck!" Robyn exclaimed.

"What?" Chris asked.

"You said he was pretty good sized, but I had no idea!"

I was glad it was dark, or they'd have both seen me blushing. "I'm not THAT big!" I responded.

"Big enough!" Robyn replied, and then dove down onto my cock, just as Chris did. I lay back, my mind going in circles, stars filling my eyes and head as I felt two tongues, two pairs of lips suddenly joining, gathering me in, and licking my steel-hard shaft together.

"Fucking A!" We then heard quite audibly and clearly behind us. Causing the three of us to burst out laughing together. And then they were, laughing along with us.

"Maybe...we should be heading back," I said reluctant to actually be suggesting it.

"Yeah, maybe we should," the girls agreed as the three of us stood, dressing again picking up our things. We soon strolled by our equally nude friends, stopping briefly as we passed.

"Hope we didn't scare you away," the woman said speaking. "I told Pat he was being too noisy!"

"Yeah...we were enjoying the show," Pat added to that sounding quite disappointed that we'd decided to pick up and take off.

"We were enjoying yours too," I told them both. "But...I'm, we're..." I corrected, "In need of a whole lot more now, and the sand doesn't make that very comfortable in doing," I laughed.

"No...it doesn't," the sexy little blonde agreed, as I only then took my first real notice of her very small, but very sexy looking breasts. Twin little cones of delight with pink perky little nipples, especially when she stood, offering her hand to me and the girls. As did Pat, standing a bit awkwardly moments later. All three of us looking down at him as he did.

I was surprised when I spoke. "Now THAT's what I'd call a BIG cock!" I said brazenly enough, speaking the words I now knew the girls must have been thinking.

I think he was blushing too, though frankly I was now glad to be wearing my trunks again, even though they were still tented considerably. 

"Sorry about that," he stated softly. "But admittedly, watching the three of you really was quite exciting."

"Obviously," Chris half whispered almost as though praying still looking down at his magnificent specimen of a prick, once again making everyone laugh, putting us all at ease with one another.

"Hey, if you're ever interested in dropping by and visiting," the blonde said turning. "That's our place, down there around the bend, first one on the beach."

I'd seen it before, it was the most talked about, most beautifully built place down there. And I knew then who he was. "You're...Patrick James!" I exclaimed. A well known, much sought after architect. The company I worked for had a while back tried to get him to contract with us for a project we'd been working on, but he'd been too busy and unavailable at the time. I then told him that.

"Well then...you three really should come over and join us for a drink one evening," he suggested shaking my hand, though once again, it felt odd, doing so...especially with that amazingly large prick of his bobbing up and down so obscenely while I did so. I don't think either Chris or Robyn ever took their eyes off it as we stood there.

"We'll ah...do that," Chris half stammered.

"Please do," the blonde said, finally introducing herself. "And by the way, since my horny husbands too preoccupied to remember to introduce me, I'm Susan," she stated. "Maybe next weekend perhaps? Or even during the week if you're available," she smiled demurely.

"We'll be there," I quickly agreed even before my wife could. If nothing else, my own boss would be delighted to hear that I'd managed to get my own foot in the door, so to speak. Though I'd leave out the part where I had stood there shaking the man's hand, with his blood engorged cock sticking out nearly a foot while I did so, bobbing up and down as we did that.

Saying our goodbyes then, we slowly walked away, heading back towards our own place, and what I now knew was going to be one hell of a delightful evening.

**

I was sitting on the edge of the bed patiently waiting for the girls. They had jumped into the shower, and though I wouldn't have minded joining them myself, they'd made it clear they wanted to save any more fun for the bedroom. I'd turned off all the lights save for a small beside table lamp giving the room a nice soft sensual look and feel to it. We were still nervous, even as excited as we all were. About to embark on something I don't think any of us realized might...or could, and now would happen, we were all still a little apprehensive about it. At least I was.

Chris was the first to emerge from the bathroom. "Robyn's still drying her hair, she'll be out in a minute," she began. "But that will give us a moment to chat."

"About?"

"About this, all of it," she explained. "Obviously we're moving into uncharted waters here."

"You can say that again," I said smiling a little, still feeling the tingles of excitement, though my prick certainly wasn't feeling very nervous at the moment, standing tall between my legs.

"The thing is...I think we need to be in agreement about something," she said somewhat seriously. "Under the circumstances, especially now with what's happened, and with what we're obviously about to do...it probably won't be the last time, at least while Robyn's here staying with us."

I hadn't really considered that, but...under the circumstances, she was probably right. Once we'd started this, it probably wouldn't be.

"So, what is it we should all be agreeing too?" 

"Well, for one...none of us does anything behind anyone's back. If for some reason you and my sister should end up alone at some point, and decide to mess around without my being there, I think I should at least be told about it...in detail," she grinned almost wickedly. "Though I think we should make every effort to include one another whenever we can."

"Agreed," I said easily enough. "And...visa versa," I told her. Chris had taken off two weeks of vacation in order to be here with her sister during the day. I didn't have that luxury, going to work the next morning in fact, though I had planned on taking the next two Friday's off for a couple of three day weekends at least. "So same holds true for you two then," I further emphasized. "While I'm having to work while the two of you have plenty opportunity to play during the day...I would hope that I'd at least be informed and told about whatever the two of you end up doing together."

"Agreed," she responded back, and then giggled. "Maybe...we'll even call you at work while we're doing that sometime."

"Oh yeah...I can just see you doing that, leaving me there at the office with a nice big fat erection, and unable to stand up or go anywhere until it went down. Yeah...that'd work."

Just then the door to the bathroom opened and Robyn came walking out...delightfully, and deliciously nude. "Ok sport...your turn, go wash that sand off your body...and cock," she grinned hotly. "And hurry up about it too!"

"Yes mam!" I said ducking past her as she took a swing at me. This no doubt would be the fastest damn shower I'd ever taken.

**

I couldn't have been in the shower more than two minutes when I came out. What I saw caused me to nearly trip over my own two feet. Visions of them fingering one another had dominated my thoughts, now...based on what I was looking at, I'd expanded those fantasies two fold here.

They were on the bed, licking one another simultaneously, locked up in a decadently salacious sixty-nine together.

"Oh...there you are!" My wife said looking up at me as I stood there just inside the doorway. She was lying on her back, Robyn on top with her head still down between my wife's legs licking away. "Ready to join us?"

I was...and I wasn't. This was too good...too horny, too fucking exciting to pass up. "In a minute or two yes...but right now, I think I'd honestly prefer to sit down and just watch the two of you."

"No surprise there," Robyn mumbled into my wife's cunt, not even bothering to look up as she spoke. "And I'm not ready to quit doing this anyway," she added, and then made it perfectly clear she was having a good time as she added some rather wicked slippery sounding noises while fingering my wife's cunt in addition to licking it.

I walked over taking a seat in one of the two armchairs we had there in the room. Perfectly content for the moment to sit there, sip on another glass of wine, slow stroke my cock...and watch the ladies as they pleasured one another. On some few occasions I'd actually sat down and done just that watching a porn movie or two. After this, I didn't think I'd ever enjoy doing that again half as much.

"Any naughty...dirty, juicy requests?" Chris now asked. 

"Aside from the one you're already doing you mean? As I pulled upwards on my prick, a nice fat juicy droplet of precum oozing out of the tip causing Chris to comment on it, directing her sister's attention towards me upon doing that.

"I do so love watching it when you jerk off for me," she stated. "But yeah...in addition to this, what else would you enjoy seeing?"

That was easy. From time to time we both watched a few porn movies together, each of us masturbating, watching one another while we did. An excursion outside of the norm, that we both found immensely erotic and satisfying. During one or two such sessions, I had always gotten most aroused when seeing two or more women together. Perhaps that was in and of itself the norm for a lot of men...but even more arousing and exciting to me than seeing two women going down on one another, was watching them actually grinding their cunts together. My favorite position being, what I called a "scissors press."

"You know what I'd like seeing," I said simply, not having to say any more.

"You'd like that would you?" Chris asked briefly before plunging her tongue and mouth back into her sister's wet split. 

"You fucking know it!" I answered back, sliding that nice droplet of lubricant around the head of my cock, making it slick, teasing it even more as I sat there pleasuring myself, watching them.

"So, what is it he wants us to do?" Robyn asked lifting her head up. Her face was wet, glistening with my wife's juices. I wanted to run over there and run my tongue over her lips and face licking it up.

"Wants to see us pussy-fuck," Chris told her.

"Pussy fuck?"

"Yeah, roll over...I'll show you."

I removed my hand from around my dick, gripping the glass in my hand now instead. If I hadn't...I'd have squirted in an instant. Just the mere thought of seeing this bringing me too fucking close to the edge. Robyn rolled over, now on her back, her large breasts melting like ice cream having fallen off the cone. I personally found it sexy however for as large as they were, flattening out a bit her nipples remained hard, pointed and so fucking alluring as they poked upwards.

I sat watching as Chris slid in between her sister's legs, one leg under, the other over as she did so. "Ah...now I see what you mean," Robyn responded as she made herself available, and comfortable as Chris finished positioning herself. Laying at opposite ends of the bed now, joined in the middle, I stood...walked over and peered down for a much better, much closer look as the two of them held hands, now grinding against one another.

"This what you wanted to see?" My wife asked hotly, her words lust-filled, slightly slurred as her own pleasure became obvious.

"Oh yes! Hell yes!" I said my eyes glued to the two of them. My wife's totally bare pussy, swollen puffy lips, slick with arousal, meeting...pressing, grinding against her sister's, that narrow little patch of hair once again pointing down like a direction arrow where the two of them met. "Fuck yes!" I then added, hand back on my prick though I'm not sure I even knew at the moment it was.

I stood there watching for a while until I couldn't stand it anymore. "Don't move!" I said crawling up into the bed, joining them. I knelt, leaning forward, and then added the tickle of my tongue to their two pressed cunts, so sloppy and slick together as they continued their slow teasing gyrations, though now allowing, and making room for my dancing tongue. It was an incredibly unique sensation, doing that...licking them both back and forth, tasting their subtle differences, dribbling their own cream back and forth on one another, then watching them 'pussy-fuck' each other again.

"Now I have one for you," Chris asked with an almost glazed look in her eyes. I'd seen her horny...plenty of times, but I don't think I'd ever seen her look quite like this. She almost looked evil, and it was the most erotic expression on her face I had ever seen.

"Name it!" I said easily. She grinned...wickedly.

"Jerk yourself off...and then squirt on us," she told me.

"Oh yeah! Yeah! For fucking sure! I'd love seeing you do that!" Robyn said jumping in. "Jack off that nice hard prick of yours all over our cunts while we pussy fuck!" Robyn moaned deeply growing more and more excited at the thought of seeing that.

"Yeah baby...we want to feel that hot sticky cream of yours splashing against our cunts while we do this," Chris added.

I stood above them looking down, no longer worried or concerned about coming too soon, the joy of doing this for them...with them, already urging my balls into doing just that only seconds away now. Hearing, watching...listening to the slickness of their respective cunts as they slid, pressed, and humped against one another was music to my hears, and soon to become even more so I imagined, upon releasing what I knew would be a torrent of spunk splashing against and between them.

"Oh fuck...fuck, am so fucking close!" I exclaimed moments later, now bent at the knee, still hovering above them, though aiming...pointing my purple swollen cock at the twin split targets below me.

"Spurt it baby! Spurt it...shoot it all over us!" Chris urged.

"Yeah Jack...do it!" Robyn added, "Let's see that hard stiff cock of yours explode!"

I almost toppled over from the sheer force of the pleasure that suddenly leapt from the end of my dick. Watching these amazing spurts leave my cock, ribbon after ribbon of spunk shooting from the tip, splashing almost perfectly between them, bathing them both in copious amounts of cream that began to pool up in between them. It wasn't long before the sounds of the squishy sticky mess was even more easily heard than it had been, now fucking one another, using my own spent semen as additional fun sauce in order to accomplish that with. I stepped back, still throbbing, listening...amazed. 

"I'm gonna fucking cum!" Robyn cried out seconds afterwards. "Fuck me sis! Fuck me! Fuck my fucking cunt!"

Chris screamed out her own incredible climax, unintelligible sounds suddenly ripping out of her throat, the slap of flesh suddenly dying out in an instant as they merely held one another, pressing against one another with every ounce of strength that they had. As though in suspended animation, they stayed that way for a very long period of time, neither one of them moving, though holding...still quivering, pressing...throbbing.

"Holy...fucking shit that was good!" Chris finally managed to breathe coming down.

And all Robyn could do...was cry.

**

I damn near called into work. Though had I done that, there'd be no way in hell I'd have been able to take off Friday if I were to do that. Still half in the bag from lack of sleep, we'd finally collapsed, exhausted sometime around three in the morning. We'd finished off in the wildest of ways...at least for me anyway. Chris kneeling down on all fours, doggy-style, her favorite position, but with an amazing twist. Robyn, draped over her, her own cunt accessible as I plowed into one...and then the other, back and forth, over and over, fucking each in turn, sometimes once, twice, a few times. In and out, back and forth, until I started cumming again, shoving it in one...squirting, in the other...squirting, cumming...squirting. I soon after collapsed, exhausted, spent...done. All three of us remaining like that until the fucking alarm went off. All too soon.

I had showered again, coming out a while later, Chris still out cold asleep in our bed...Robyn obviously up, though the smell of coffee alerting me to where she was. I headed down stairs, eager for some caffeine to give me a boost before leaving for work, though I envied being able to stay in bed for a while, for a number of reasons.

"Thank you!" I said taking the cup Robyn offered me, sipping from it, though admiring the view I was now looking at. She was wearing one of my dress shirts, open completely, looking hot as hell in it, naked beneath.

"Wish you could stay," Robyn wondered honestly meaning it.

"Me fucking too!" I wished openly taking another grateful sip of my coffee, though the clock on the wall was telling me it was already time for me to leave or I'd be late.

Robyn closed the distance between us, hugging me, putting her arms up and around my neck having to stand on tippy-toe in order to do so. "Wanted to thank you for last night," she said suddenly kissing me, affectionately not quite passionately.

"You're ah...welcome," I said as she stepped back away slightly, unable to avert my gaze as I looked down towards her breasts, nipples once again already hard peeking out towards me. "I'd best get going...before I can't," I grinned at her already feeling the surge in my cock as it too began to awaken.

"Before you go," she said stepping back in towards me, her hand suddenly reaching down clasping the zipper on my slacks.

"Fuck! I can't Robyn! I'm going to be late as it is," I told her.

"Please? I want to feel you squirt on my tits...feel your cum on me for a while in remembrance of last night."

There was no fucking way I could leave now...not with a hard cock, and those tits just begging me to squirt on them. 

"Go for it!" I told her as she hurriedly began jerking my cock, holding it against her tits, teasing her nipples with it as she did that. With no reason to hold back, it didn't take long either...surprisingly, especially after last night, though I highly doubted I'd have a lot of goo to present her with. To my surprise, I still did.




Sister Act



Neither of us saw Chris standing there in the doorway. I had just then zipped myself up, sticky streamers of my spunk still clinging to Robyn's breasts as she turned around facing her sister, as I did.

"And I'd have thought you'd have been empty after last night," she giggled. "Seems having a nice big pair of titties around recharges you far sooner than I would have thought."

"Not just the titties...and like I've told you, I love yours every bit as much. No...just remembering last night can do this," I said patting my crotch again. "Now...I really am going to be late, so I'd best be off."

Chris came over to give me a kiss good-bye. "Have a nice day sweetie," she told me, and then stood next to her sister, her hand already coming up to begin massaging my cream into her sister's breasts. "We certainly will," she added.

"Damn!" I said shaking my head, and then headed off to work.

**

Thankfully I wasn't that late, and once Robert heard how I had actually met Patrick James in person, and had spoken to him, he'd forgotten all about any tardiness on my part.

"Think you can speak to him?" He asked.

"For sure," I smiled smugly. "We're having drinks with him at his place this weekend."

I almost expected Robert to give me the rest of the day off, though he didn't. Though he did take me out and treat me to a nice long lunch. One in which that had my head buzzing far sooner than I'd have preferred. Back at three, I decided to call home...see what the girls were up to.

"Need me to bring anything home?" I asked.

"Only your nice hard cock," Chris told me, telling me something else as she said that. They'd obviously both been aroused all day. I could tell it in her tone of voice. 

"Anything...exciting or interesting happen today?" I asked fishing, though there were far too many colleagues about for me to get any more specific than that. 

"Maybe...maybe not. Guess you'll have to wait until you get home to find out."

"Tease!" I near whispered over the phone.

"Baby...you aint seen nothing yet!" And with that, she hung up.

Needless to say, I made it home in record time, coming into the kitchen to the smell of what I knew was a delicious pot roast cooking in the oven. Obviously, they were preparing one of my favorite meals. But what I hadn't expected, was to see them as they stood in the kitchen preparing it. Each of them wearing an apron...and nothing else.

Chris handed me a scotch as I came in the door. "Dinner in about an hour," she informed me. "Finish your drink, relax...and then sit back and enjoy yourself for a bit, while we do," she hinted telling me little else. "We have a surprise for you...we went shopping today."

"I'm not sure that's much of a surprise, I fully expected you would," I answered back. Chris stuck her tongue out at me.

"It's what we went shopping for," she informed me. "So behave, or we won't show you the appetizer we've prepared for you before the main course...later," she added. "Now, run along...get comfy, something sexy even like...a robe," she once again hinted letting me know she wanted me ready, willing...and available. "The blue silk one," she then added.

It was a nice robe, but it wasn't meant to be a warm one, almost feeling too sexy on whenever I wore it, so I didn't much. Now however...it seemed like the perfect thing to be slipping into. I finished my drink, passing on another as my head was already buzzing enough as it was from the late liquid lunch I'd had. I then raced upstairs shedding my clothes, donned the silk robe, and was back downstairs within ten minutes. Once again...the girls proved to me they could shock me even when I was half expecting it. Chris was laying down on the kitchen table, legs draped over the edge, Robyn standing between them, wearing what appeared to be some sort of strap on dildo, that looked real as hell.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed seeing the two of them. I remembered a while back, once again watching a video, seeing that. Chris had expressed an interest, though at the time, neither one of us knew anyone, or had felt comfortable with anyone we did know...who might be willing to do that with her. Now we obviously did.

I stood there watching Robyn fucking her sister for a while longer, and then Chris glanced at the clock on the wall. "As much as I'd like to continue this," she said forcing her sister to step back. "Dinner's almost ready. And this...we must save for later."

As though on cue, the doorbell rang. I glanced down at myself somewhat alarmed, even more so looking at the girls, neither one of which seemed to be in any big panic to dress or cover themselves up. "That would be...our guests," she said.

"Guests? Guests? What guests?" I asked realizing, that like it or not, I was the one now expected to answer the door...dressed, or rather undressed as I was. "Who?"

"Answer the door!" Chris spat pointing towards it just as the doorbell rang again.

"Women!" I said shaking my head walking towards it. "Can't live with them..."

I opened the door, and my jaw just about dropped.

Patrick and Susan stood there in the doorway holding a bottle of wine. "Hope we're not too early!" Susan stated as I stepped back inviting them both in. "Hmmm, smells good in here too," she added as Pat once again took my hand shaking it. At least this time he didn't seem or appear to have an erection when he did. Though I now noticed, both of them wore nothing more than a pair of similar robes to the one I was wearing. Chris and Robyn soon after came walking into the entry room greeting them both. Still naked, much to Pat's delight, and his wife's from what I could see. At least Robyn wasn't wearing the strap on, though as I stood there thinking about it, I wouldn't have been too surprised if she had, nor might the two of them been either.

"I feel...over dressed," Susan stated, and then slipped out of her robe, revealing the fact that she too was naked beneath it.

"Surprise," Chris told me winking at me. "Met Susan while we were out shopping today," she then informed me. "Thought we'd invite them over to dinner tonight...told them what we had been planning for you, thought it sounded like fun, so we decided to include our new friends. Didn't think you'd mind that too much."

"Not at all!" I said grinning from ear to ear. "Not at all!"

**

As the girls had set the dining room table, we did all slip back into our robes at least when we sat down to eat. Patrick's selection of wine was one of the finest we'd ever had, and enjoyed all three bottles he'd brought with him in no time. Once again, my head was swimming already, but even more importantly, so was Chris's, and that usually meant only one thing. Horny as she'd been earlier, she was even more so now.

Patrick and I sat back in the living room digesting our meal, now sharing a glass of Brandy I had. The girls had shooed us out of the way as they hurriedly cleaned up carrying out the dinner dishes, though I had a pretty good idea, it was also so they could chat, giggle, and share things with one another. No doubt...many of which would include whatever it was they had on their minds for this evening. An unexpected, though very welcome twist to what was becoming a rather naughty way of life. One in which I'd never have expected to find myself enjoying as much as I had been, and no doubt would be later on. Though the idea of now including another man was a rather unexpected twist, and one I still wasn't too sure about. But, I was willing to keep an open-mind about such things, and play it by ear, see how it went. I knew from past discussions with Chris, we'd long ago agreed, and assured one another, we would never ever do anything we both weren't one hundred percent in agreement with. As we hadn't really discussed it at length here, I had to imagine we either would shortly, or that the situation wouldn't present itself yet...where we had to.

Needless to say I wasn't too surprised when Chris called me into the kitchen as Susan and Robyn both joined Patrick in the sitting room with a brandy of their own.

"So?"

"So?" Chris answered back smiling.

"Women!" I said more to myself. "Ok, how about you tell me what's going on...and what I'm to expect rather than standing here wasting time trying to worm it out of you."

"But that's half the fun!" Chris shot back grinning at me seductively. "Ok, ok..." she relented seeing the look on my face. "Nothing for you to worry about. Had a nice long discussion with Susan, wanted to see where she...where they were at. Bottom line is this...for now, until we all get to know one another really well, and determine no one's got any problems with anything...at the moment at least, it's more of a girl-girl-girl thing...between us. Which obviously Patrick's ok with. He's content to enjoy that...and Susan of course during the course of things, no one else. Same holds true for us too...me and Robyn both. Us...you, only. How's that sit with you?" She asked.

It sat fine...for now anyway. Not sure how I felt about Chris, or Robyn for that matter, trying to stuff that almost too enormous sausage of Pat's up either one of them, at least not at the moment. Not until I knew emotionally if I could even handle that. And even more surprising, I found myself almost as jealous at the thought of Robyn being with him in some capacity, as I was thinking about Chris doing that. Chauvinistically speaking however...Susan was another thing. Girls and girls...was for whatever reason, perfectly acceptable. Such were and are in many ways, the double standards of life. For now at least.

"But you're cool with Susan and I...and Robyn."

I smiled.

"Pig!"

I smiled even wider.

"Horny pig!" She added.

"You got that right...now, anything else? Or should we rejoin our guests before we miss anything."

"Yeah...I'll meet you in there, I need to go find where Robyn put my strap on!"

**

I guess I shouldn't have been too terribly surprised. By the time I entered the room Patrick now sat still sitting in his chair, though his robe was open. His prick, large as it was, stood up like a small baseball bat between his legs, he had two hands wrapped around it, stroking it up and down. I could of course do that too...but you could easily put another two hands around his...not mine.

Susan and Robyn stood swaying to music which I'd heard coming down the hallway. Mostly dancing, they did seem to periodically touch, caress, and rub against one another there on the floor. I took my seat, undid the sash on my robe parting it. Maybe I wasn't nearly as big as Pat was...but I was just as fucking hard, if not more so. And certainly so as I sat there watching the girls, soon three of them all dancing and swaying erotically together. It didn't take long for things to heat up either, watching all three pressing themselves against one another, hands and fingers suddenly disappearing for moments, looks of lust-filled eyes becoming more and more apparent. And then as one, they fell to the floor, forming a small, intimate, wicked little circle.

"Nice!" Pat said vocally, expressing my own wicked thoughts.

"Very nice!" I confirmed looking down at the girls, finding it oddly erotic, looking over, watching Pat as he sat there unabashedly stroking his enormous prick...me doing the same to my own. On the floor, Chris was now uninhibitedly licking Susan's cunt, bare like my wife's, Susan in turn licking and slurping on Robyn's, she last but not least...licking her sisters, though after a while of that, someone called "switch" and as though choreographed, they merely turned around facing in the opposite direction and did it that way for a while.

"God I love watching my wife eat pussy!" Patrick remarked. 

"Yeah...me too. Especially watching her eat her sister's pussy."

You could have heard a pin drop.

I looked over towards Pat, his eyes wide. Then down at the girls, all of whom had quit licking one another.

"She's your sister?" Susan asked.

"Shit!" I said under my breath. "Who knew? Obviously they didn't.

"Sorry...just never came up really, didn't know...wasn't sure how you'd respond." Chris stated somewhat worriedly.

"Damn!" Pat said suddenly. Susan laughed.

"What?"

"Now I'm in trouble," she giggled. "Patrick's always had a thing for my sister...pillow talk, that sort of thing. Always asking me if either one of us ever did anything together growing up. Told him...not as much as he'd probably like hearing about, but as I he's often fantasized about, seeing me with my sister...now at least, he's seeing that here with you two!"

"Whew...glad it's not a problem then," Robyn said breathing a sigh of relief. 

"Maybe someone should have filled me in!" I stated, glad that what appeared like a disaster here had been averted.

"Ok....NOW I need some sucking after hearing, and now knowing that wife!" Patrick said standing up. 

He looked even bigger standing up than he had sitting down. Susan crawling over to grab a hold of his prick, playing with it as she tried mightily to draw him as fully as she could into her mouth before gagging on it.

"Remind me to show you a little trick sometime," Chris told her. "Though even then, as big as he is...you might not get all of it down your throat, but a lot more than you are now."

"BJ 101?" Susan giggled. "How about now?"

"Sure...why not? Jack honey, how about you come over here and let Robyn demonstrate technique on you while I instruct?"

I had to grin...after all, I was about to get sucked off by my own sister, something that obviously Patrick would have enjoyed feeling himself at one point...but might never do. Having my own wife instruct her sister while she did was a personal secret pleasure I was certainly going to enjoy too.

**

Although Chris was a pretty good instructor, and frankly, just hearing her trying to tell Susan how to gobble down her husband's cock was hot all by itself, Susan still gagged repeatedly unable to take it much more than she had before. Chris looked over at me, her expression clearly asking the question.

"Go ahead," I laughed. She smiled, blowing me a kiss.

"With your permission," she began speaking to them both. "And a suggestion," she then added. "Let me show you on your husband how you can do it, and then after that...practice the technique on Jack who's not quite as...well, as big as Patrick is," she stated wondering if they'd agree to doing that. Pat and Susan looked at one another briefly, and then both nodded their heads in mutual agreement. "Cool!" Chris said excitedly as told Patrick to lay down on the floor beside her. "The real trick is in breathing through your nose, letting his cock slide past the point where you feel like you're going to gag, without gagging and forcing it out again. Once you accomplish that, the rest is easy...as long as you remember to breath slowly through your nose. Now...watch me."

Admittedly, even I was spellbound watching my wife as she prepared herself to try and fully take in this mammoth prick down her throat. She'd done it easily to me often enough, but then I wasn't nearly as big as Pat was, a bit thicker in girth, barely perhaps, but the length of his enormous prick certainly posed a real challenge. Everyone sat there looking on, including Robyn who'd left off sucking me, now watching just as intently as everyone else was as Chris slipped and wrapped her lips around the head of Pat's prick. We watched as Chris slowly began to gobble it up inch by inch as she began making her way down the length of his shaft.

"Fucking A!" Pat groaned leaning back on his elbows trying to watch, his head tossed back in exquisite unexpected pleasure as Chris consumed nearly half his cock...obviously far more even then than Susan ever had. His comment however causing Chris to laugh, and then gag, removing her mouth from his penis.

"Don't do that!" She admonished him laughing along with everyone else now in her failed attempt. "I can't suck you, or breathe through my nose if I'm laughing!"

"Sorry," Patrick smiled his face having turned red with a slight embarrassment, though the obvious flush of excitement had added to that. "Just never felt anything like that before," he then added, turning towards his wife, saying "sorry" again to her too.

"Don't be...hopefully I'll learn how to do this myself here shortly, and then after that you'll finally be able to feel my mouth sucking you down the way she can!" Susan grinned winking at her husband.

Once again Chris leaned over drawing Pat's cock into her mouth, easily reaching the point she had gotten to the last time before gagging on it. I think everyone was holding their collective breaths, watching. She paused, breathed, and then took another inch, another, another. Suddenly she had taken him almost...but not quite all the way down to the base of his prick. I'd have taken bets she couldn't take the last two inches or so without choking on it. Once again she stayed there, allowing the fullness of his cock down her throat to settle in. And then to everyone's surprise, swallowed him whole.

"Holy fucking shit!" I exclaimed not even realizing that I'd said that. The comment immediately breaking the suspense and tension, once again a ripple of laughter, though it again forced Chris to fully release Pat's cock.

"Damn!" Susan added to that. "That was...amazing, I still can't see how you can do that...especially to him!"

"Practice, practice, practice!" Chris responded.

"And I'm looking forward to that too!" Pat chuckled pleasurably.

"And speaking of...let's see you try it on Jack's prick," Chris told her.

The action and interest now turned towards me as Susan scooted over placing herself exactly over my cock the way Chris had over Pat's. I felt her mouth suddenly surround my prick-tip sucking it in.

"Remember to breathe through your nose," Chris reminded. 

It took a moment, and for a moment we all thought she wouldn't make it, almost gagging, giving up as she made it almost half way down my shaft.

"Hold still and relax, let your throat relax before taking any more," Chris said kneeling next to her, though I noticed her hand reaching over, cupping one of Susan's breasts, teasing it gently as she said that. Susan sighed pleasurably, and then her throat seemed to open...one, two, and then three inches suddenly sliding down her throat. She had indeed taken me fully. She held still for a moment more, and then amazingly, I felt the flat of her tongue lick, my cock fully taken, licking again, sucking simultaneously.

"By George! I think she's got it!" Chris laughed.

As Susan continued to practice on me, Chris returned to Pat's prick much to his delight.

"Hey!" Robyn suddenly exclaimed obviously feeling left out at this point, pouting cutely as she did.

"Come here sweetie," I told her. "I think I can keep you entertained while the two of them are 'practicing', I grinned. Robyn beamed brightly as I lay back down, content and pleasurably amused as Susan practiced her newfound technique on my cock. Settling down over my face, though turning to face the action so she could watch, I immediately speared her delightful wet split with my tongue.

"Oh yeah...yeah," she giggled excitedly. "Eat my pussy baby...eat my pussy!"

**

Even for a deep-throat novice, I felt it best to warn Susan when I soon after felt the first pleasurable surge inside my balls. They were already telling me that I'd be filling her mouth with copious amounts of cream soon if she kept doing what she so delightfully was.

"I'm getting close kiddo...don't want to drown you," I warned. Though I was also still uncertain and especially not knowing me all that well yet, that she'd be too keen on drinking down my cum. Not unexpectedly then, she sat up, slipping me out of her mouth, though continuing to hold my cock with her hand, still working it.

"I would like to see you squirt," she admitted hotly. "I do rather enjoy seeing that."




Sister Act



"Me too!" Robyn agreed with her, "though I like tasting it too...especially Jack's sweet cream. You keep jacking him...I'll give you a target to aim at," she grinned, and then leaned over further, opening her mouth in a wide capturing net, though closing it again, speaking. "Whenever you're ready that is," she giggled waiting.

I glanced over next to where I was laying, just a foot or so away, Pat likewise on his back, though still resting, balanced on his elbows watching my wife once again drive fully down onto his cock, the entire length disappearing like a magic act...though more like sword swallower, as Chris knelt over him, sucking and likewise tonguing his shaft. He reached out, his finger tips likewise capturing one of my wife's hard little tit points...tugging it. She smiled around his dick, liking it. The moment she did, it triggered my own pleasured release.

"Fuck...here, it...comes!"

Robyn opened her mouth once again, even wider this time...though hovering several inches above my dick as Susan pumped it, more rapidly now. 

"Oh yeah...squirt for us baby...squirt!" She asked, as I began doing just that.

"Oh yeah! Take it! Take my fucking cum!" I cried out, feeling the first spurt explode from my prick tip, watching as it splashed against the side of Robyn's mouth, the aim slightly off, though Susan and she both hurriedly corrected for the almost immediate second shot. Even this one...though fully and cleanly entering Robyn's mouth, forced her head upwards a little with the surprising volume of it, almost forcing her to gag with the unexpected velocity of the spurt.

"Damn! He cums good!" Susan barked excitedly.

"Yes he does!" Chris replied looking over, almost proudly so as she and Pat both looked over towards the three of us. Susan was still working my stiff shaft up and down, pumping out what felt like gallons and gallons of cum cream, most of which now began landing against Robyn's breasts as she herself had placed her own hand over Susan's, helping to guide it, aiming it where she obviously enjoyed feeling it.

"I do so love feeling all this hot warm cream on my tits!" She explained unnecessarily. Though so did I.

**

Basking in the afterglow of my climax, I almost lazily went back to licking and tonguing Robyn's now even wetter juicy split. Susan crawled over joining my wife, the two of them now wrapping lips around Pat's enormous prick, teasing him delightfully, even kissing one another with his prick sandwiched in between the kiss.

"Never done that before," Susan smiled, lips smacking, sucking kissing, doing it again as Pat groaned audibly. "Gonna cum for us too baby?" She then asked, the words no sooner out of her mouth than he began doing just that. It was admittedly erotic as hell, watching his prick squirt, both Susan and my wife still licking, and sucking it together. Streamers of his own precious semen shooting skywards, landing almost everywhere at once as they continued mouthing his prick until the last remnants of his orgasm merely bubbled, and then flowed from his prick-tip like molten lava from the seething volcano of a prick they both held.

It was a delight for me in another way too though, the erotic scenario triggering Robyn's release as she suddenly cried out, wailing at the top of her lungs, hunching back now almost suffocating me as she came. I drank in the delicious wet surge of her bliss, felt the liquid flow of her climax, swallowing, drinking...near drowning in it myself. And content to do so had I done. When she finally sat up, looking back and behind her, I lay there grinning like a Cheshire cat, my face drenched, glistening in her erotic rapture.

"Fuck you do that so well!" She thanked me.

"Any time," I said meaning it.

**

With three of us temporarily knocked out of action, it was no surprise then when Chris stood up walking over towards the coffee table where she'd first placed her brand new strap on dildo down on to.

"So...heads or tails?" She asked looking at Susan.

"I'll fuck you...and then you can fuck me," she told my wife.

"And then I'll fuck you both!" Robyn added to that with a mischievous smile. 

It was another long...but very enjoyable evening. Though it had been wild enough as it was, I was content with spending the rest of the time with my two girls, though it was fun to watch Susan take that mammoth prick of her husbands, something she was obviously well used to doing. Watching them fuck beside the three of us as we did, until everyone was once again spent, almost too much to move. We bid them goodnight, just after midnight, and agreed to get together again come Friday evening, this time at their place.

"I've gotta get some sleep!" I told the girls dragging myself upstairs to bed. "And I can't afford to be late in the morning either," I added.

"I'll have the coffee ready and waiting for you," Robyn said.

I looked at her and groaned, as she winked at me.

"Best set the alarm for a bit earlier," I told my wife. "Or I have the feeling I will be late again," I then added.

**

At least I wasn't in as big a rush this morning as I stood there leaning back against the kitchen counter. Chris and Robyn both having scooted their chairs over in front of me, sitting side by side...naked, leaning slightly off to one side. Robyn's right breast, pressed against my wife's left breast, as they in turn ran my dick back and forth between the two, teasing their own nipples with it, once again jacking me off. 

"Think he'll have much...especially after last night?" Robyn wondered now slapping my dick against the two of them as she asked that.

"No worries there," my wife assured her. "Sometimes I have to wonder if he doesn't have an extra set of balls hiding somewhere he cums so much," she grinned back. "Just you watch, there'll be plenty for the two of us!"

Minutes later, I treated both pairs of titties to a fairly impressive display of tit-squirting, several massive loads landing equally against each of them, and then enjoyed watching afterwards as they stood, mashing their wet sticky breasts against one another, virtually massaging and rubbing it in to one another.

"Have a nice day dear!" Chris said kissing me good-bye, as did Robyn. "Because we certainly will!" She added her hand already making its way down between her sister's legs as I forced myself to step out through the door.

**

I arrived at work with plenty of time to spare, Robert nodding his head appreciatively from his office as I walked by heading towards mine. Debra, my administrative assistant brought me a fresh morning cup of coffee, something I'd never asked or required her to do, something she just did for me almost from the very beginning. She had poured herself one as well, part of our early morning ritual now as we sat down to plan out the day. As she very often did, closing the door so we'd have some privacy to work and discuss things over that first cup.

In the three years now that Debra had been working for me, I had never not once made any untoward advances against her. Ours was, and would remain a professional relationship. Having said that however, it was also a friendly and pleasant one as well. We often joked, flirted a little without crossing any major lines in the sand. It kept things light and easy between us, and the fact she had a nice looking body, without showing too much of it off, was an added bonus. And today was no exception to that either. Debra had dark shoulder length hair, a nice full bosom, breasts somewhere in between my wife's and Robyn's, though I of course had never actually seen them. Just the occasional unintentional glimpse down the front of her blouse a few times. Sexy bras, lace bras mostly, a hint of well defined sculptured flesh with a small sprinkling of freckles, which I frankly found quite stimulating for some odd reason. In addition to all that, Debra had long curvy legs, a tight form fitting ass that looked damn good in jeans, which she usually always wore on casual Fridays. Today was Tuesday however, so she wore her usual business fare, which today consisted of a short black skirt, showing off those long legs of hers, and a nice somewhat see-through white blouse, though she most usually wore a camisole beneath that whenever she did.

"You look tired," she began. "Late night?"

I couldn't help but laugh at that. "You have NO idea!" I told her grinning wickedly. She knew the look.

"Lucky woman...wish my husband was as, well...adventurous as the two of you seem to be," she told me.

"If she only knew," I thought to myself, taking a moment to glance down at her chest as she seemed to sigh wishfully, causing her chest to heave, enough so that that one extra undone button on her blouse, which probably shouldn't have been, gapped just a little. The mere glimpse of a few sprinkled freckles caused my prick to stir inside my pants. "Yeah...it's been interesting to say the least, my wife's sister's staying over with us for a couple of weeks, so we've sort of been working around that," I said lying a little, not wanting to hint at anything that would raise any eyebrows.

She laughed at that. "Yeah, been there, done that myself. Late night in the bathroom, not always the best place to enjoy oneself...at least, not all the time," she confided in me.

Images of her now getting fucked in her bathroom filling my head, though I had never met her husband.

"So...what's on the agenda for today?" I asked deciding I'd best change the subject and get back to business before I allowed my cock to "dick-tate" otherwise.

Taking my cue, Debra opened the schedule book for today glancing at it just as my phone rang. I answered.

"Jack Stevens," I said answering.

"Hi honey," my wife said slurring her words a little. "Guess what we're doing?"

I felt my cock suddenly stir once again. Normally I might have been slightly irritated with a personal call, especially so early in the day, just having gotten to work after having so recently seen her. But now...with the too recent memory of walking out the door, seeing the two of them rubbing their cum-splashed tits against one another, Debra's freckled tits...and those damn sexy long legs of hers, I decided to indulge myself, listening in.

"Should I come back?" Debra asked. I put my hand over the receiver.

"No, stay put. I've been expecting this call, but it shouldn't take too terribly long," I assured her, returning to my wife. "Thanks for calling me," I then said trying to sound professional, letting Chris know as I did...I wasn't alone.

She laughed. "You have company then?" She asked snickering.

"Yes...I do in fact."

"Debra?"

"Yes." I responded even nodding my head as though lost in thought. Chris knew my routine in the morning as we'd often discussed it. She also knew of my somewhat friendly, only slightly flirtatious relationship with her. We held no secrets from one another.

"Way cool," she responded back, "this could be fun," she then stated, though it sounded more like she was addressing her sister than she was me in saying that. 

"Go on..." I said urging her to hurry things up just a little, smiling at Debra, even winking at her as she sat there trying not to look as though she was listening in on my conversation, even though she obviously was.

"Well, after you left...Robyn titty-fucked me. And then I titty-fucked her too!"

"That sounds interesting," I said over the phone trying to hide the fact I was rapidly growing erect and aroused on my end. "How's that work?" I now asked.

"You want specifics?"

"Yes...please."

"Not until you take your cock out."

"Here? Now?" I asked, realizing maybe I was saying something I shouldn't be, raising suspicion, glancing at Debra again though she sat patiently in her seat, still smiling at me.

"Yes...unless you don't want to hear about it until you get home," Chris told me.

I unzipped beneath my desk, fishing my cock out carefully, Debra sitting across from me, making the whole thing dangerously thrilling.

"Ok, I can do that," I said having already done so.

"Promise? You're not just saying that to get me to tell you? You did? You are?"

"Yes." I said simply.

"Well, with our tits still nice and messy after you came all over them, Robyn had me lay down on the kitchen table, and then proceeded to mash her breast against my pussy, fucking and teasing my clit with it, until I came. And then I did the same thing to her. It was really naughty...really horny. Really hot!"

"I can only imagine," I responded stroking my dick. 

"You hard? Wet? Slippery?"

"Very," I said again. "Yes...very much so."

"You playing with it now? Stroking it up and down, rubbing the head for me? For us?" She added.

"Yes, I am," I said still trying very hard to sound professional here on my end, though I was doing exactly that.

"Want to see us do that for you again tonight after you get home?"

"I would yes...I'd enjoy ah...I'd enjoy that very much, it would be much appreciated."

Chris laughed. "Ok baby, I'll let you get back to work now then. "Enjoy your cock," she added. "Come for me."

"I will...that, I can assure you. I will. And thanks for calling," I finished finally hanging up. "Sorry about that," I said speaking to Debra, cock still in hand, though I had every intention now of putting it away once she'd left rather than finishing myself off here in my office.

To my surprise however, she stood up grabbing my cup and hers. "I'll get us some fresh coffee," she said. "And I need to make a pit-stop into the ladies room first before I do that," she added surprising me just a little. She stepped towards the door, hand on the door-knob, not yet turning it, turning back towards me. "Oh...and tell your wife hi for me next time she calls."

I sat there looking at her. She laughed.

"You might also want to consider the fact that I have really acute hearing," she grinned a bit wickedly, and then glanced downwards in fact as though having x-ray vision or something as she looked towards my desk. "After that...I'm going to need a few moments too," she finished only then turning the knob on the door, stepping out.

"Well I'll be damned!" I said feeling my face redden considerably. "I'll be go to hell!"

**

A few minutes later Debra returned with two fresh steaming hot cups of coffee. She closed the door, this time locking it before taking her seat, sliding one of the cups over towards me. As she did, I noticed something else. She was no longer wearing the camisole she'd had on beneath her white blouse. She still had a bra on, that I could clearly see, a rather sexy looking one in fact with obvious lace patterns and designs in it clearly showing through. Another thing, there was a third button on her blouse now open as well. Daring, if not a bit too daring for the office, without being totally obscene, just on the edge of being inappropriate. I liked the look. I took a sip of my coffee, though damn near spurting it out across the desk moments later.

"So...you still have it out? Or did you put it away?"

Like I said.

Debra shifted in her seat, slid back a little away from the desk. The chair had rollers. She put one leg up on the edge of my desk. I didn't mind. She didn't have any panties on now either.

"That was horny," she offered. "Your wife and her sister huh?" She then stated matter of factly.

There was no point in denying it...she'd heard, obviously. I grinned, though answering her previous question rather than this one.

"I did yes."

She picked up on that. 

"Still hard? Horny?"

"Very." And then I thought it was my turn to ask her a personal question. "You wet? Aroused?"

"Very," she answered back, spreading her leg a bit more, giving me even more of a tantalizing view.

"I'm your boss."

"I know...I work for you," she offered. "Which is why...only this, nothing more," she said easily enough. "Ever." She then added. "Unless it's too much...or not enough, either way."

"No...no, I'm good with that...if you are," I responded back. She smiled. Reached up undoing another button.

I unzipped again, letting her hear it this time when I did. She undid another button. Her bra had the clasp in front, she popped it. Her tits sprang free. Freckled. Sexy, sprinkles of freckles all over the front of them, racing towards her hard extended light tan colored nipples. Nice and hard...extended. 

"Your turn." She said. "Let me see."

I looked at the door again. This was dangerous as hell, but I was as excited as hell too. I stood, my cock sticking straight out of the front of my pants. She looked at the chair next to her, pushed away, giving me room.

"Take a seat," she invited. I walked over the few steps doing so, sitting beside her, yet comfortably, or rather uncomfortably distant. "Stroke it for me...while I watch."

"Finger it for me...while I watch," I shot back.

She laughed, tossing her head back, her dark shoulder length hair hiding her face for a moment, though she lifted up a bit, bunching her skirt up around her waist as she did so. She had a bit more hair on her pussy than Robyn did, though not much. A small, neatly cropped little triangle, it was sexy...different. Naughty hot. She slipped a finger in, drawing it out again, showing it to me. It glistened. She was indeed very wet.

"Show me one," she asked.

I squeezed my dick, a nice droplet of precum emerged, I swiped it up with my finger showing her.

She fingered herself again, fingers to her mouth then as she sucked them off. "Now you."

I squeezed again, finger to mouth licking. Salty...sweet, tangy...erotic.

"Nice," she moaned, hand back down between her legs, free hand now cupping her breast. "Jerk it...work it for me."

I began doing so, pumping my prick up and down while she watched, while she finger-fucked herself, now pulling hard on her nipples...pinching them.

"Let me hear your wet cunt," I said huskily.

She moaned hearing that, her fingers flying now, smearing her slick wet juices around her extended clit, it was easily heard as she did so. "You like that huh? You like hearing that hot fuck sounding juice noise?" She asked.

"Fuck yes!" I responded, letting her hear mine now in kind, lathering my own cock, spitting on it as well, adding to the stimulation along with the additional wet slick slippery sounds as I stroked it.

"I squirt...a little," she said warning me.

"So? So do I!"

She laughed at that. "Want to see me do it?"

"Fuck yes. See me?"

"Fuck yes."

"When?"

"How bout now?"

"Fuck yes!"

Oddly...she lifted her cup, near draining it, handing it to me. I took it, wondering.

"Hold it for me," she then said, and then stood, legs spread....frigging her clit, fingering her cunt. "Soon...really, really soon." She informed me, redirecting my hand. "Closer...about there," she stated. Mesmerized, I sat there, holding the cup, watching...waiting. Watching her hand, smelling her actually, enjoying her scent. "Ready?"

"Hell yes."

"Here...it...comes!" She groaned deeply, and then did.

For the briefest of moments, it looked as though she was peeing, but she wasn't. This little spurt, spritz, spurt, and spritz, again. It was hot...it was decadent, it was erotic as hell. I heard the splash of her climax squirting into the cup, felt a bit of it hitting my hand. "Not too bad," she said looking down seconds later.

"Not bad at all...very nice in fact," I stated. She laughed again. 

"Not that...I meant, didn't get too much on the floor, mostly in the cup."

"Oh that...yeah, I guess, doesn't matter, even if you did...that was fucking hot."

"Yes it was...your turn." She took back the cup, holding it...grinning. "Always did like cream with my coffee."

One, two...three squirts at the most, it was all I had. A bit too soon to have fully built up the reserves yet, though it seemed to have served its purpose. I shook off, a droplet or two more, neither one of them going into the cup. One landing on her breast, the other on her blouse.




Sister Act



"Sorry."

"Don't be. Nice reminder...it'll dry...clear, a small spot. Keep a smile on my face the rest of the day," she then added finally sitting the cup down. Each of us now a bit more worriedly dressing again. Just finishing that when came a knock on the door. A brief moment of panic, though the knock was light. Had it been Robert's it would have been firmer, harder.

"Yes?"

"Jack?" It was Robert's assistant's voice, Stephanie. "Robert would like to see you, got a minute?"

"Just finishing up here," I announced. "Be right there."

"Ok, thanks." She left. Debra and I smiled, quietly laughing, relieved.

"That was fun."

"Yes...it was," she grinned. "Again sometime?"

"I'd like that."

"Yeah, me too." Debra stood, walking towards the door, unlocking it. Fingered the spot on her now buttoned blouse briefly. "Buzz me when you're done seeing Robert, we still have today's schedule to go through."

I agreed, but not before I had called home again. Chris wasn't going to believe this when I told her.

**

"I don't know whether to be jealous, or horny!" Chris said meeting me at the door the moment I walked in. 

"Yeah, me either!" Robyn said joining my wife in greeting me with an affectionate kiss. "That was hot...that really happen?" She then asked.

"I know it did," Chris answered for her. "Jack's not one to make things up like that, and besides...I love the fact he'd call me and tell me it even happened," she added. "That's why I love and trust him so much...because he does!" She then turned towards me again as I removed my suit jacket and tie, feeling unrestrained once again. "And because of that, making us all horny and all again, I guess that's why we were a little naughty ourselves when the UPS guy arrived."

"Oh god, what happened?" I had to ask.

"Don't worry, it wasn't that bad...not nearly as bad as what you did anyway," she chuckled. "And besides, it was your fault to begin with."

"My fault?"

"Yeah...your fault, you're the one with the great idea to put up that sign at the front door."

I knew which sign she was referring to. A while back we'd found ourselves missing a couple of packages that had been left on the doorstep. After that, I had posted a sign stating that any and all deliveries were to be made around back. After that, we frequently found UPS, Fed EX and a few others waiting for us there near the sliding door entry. 

"Ok, so fill me in," I said as Robyn handed me a glass of scotch. I then followed them outside onto the patio. They'd obviously been out sun tanning by the pool again, each of them once again wearing the same bikinis I had seen them in the first day.

"Well, after that phone call you made, which left us both extremely horny I might add, we'd gone out to the pool to catch some rays...and yes, fool around a bit too. Which we'd just finished doing. At the time, neither one of us where wearing these," she pointed out towards her bikini. "We were both naked at the time, and like I said, we'd been rolling around on the blanket together having fun, just having finished that up, sipping our drinks when I suddenly looked up and saw the UPS guy, just then entering through the back gate with a parcel for us. Needless to say, it was too late to do much of anything but sit there and try and act as natural as we could. At first, he didn't even see us, which is what then gave me, and Robyn too I might add, the idea of having a bit of our own fun, see how the UPS guy acted and responded to seeing us."

"I'll bet he did too!" I laughed trying to imagine it if I'd been in his brown shoes.

"Anyway, there he is walking through the gate, oblivious to the fact we were even there, which is when I called out to him, which startled him just a bit."

"No doubt."

Robyn giggled jumping in. "You should have seen the look on his face after that though, that was even better, his eyes popped open wide as he realized we were both completely naked. He just stood there for a moment."

"Yeah, until I said, it's ok...we won't bite, though that's all I can promise you," I told him. He did laugh at that, and then came over so we could sign his delivery ticket. But that's when Robyn said...

"You have a package for her, but do you have one for me?" Robyn said speaking her own part.

"Needless to say, she was staring at the poor guys crotch when she said that, making it obvious, though he again laughed, his eyes everywhere at once it seemed taking us both in. He did say, we'd just made his day, and then was upset, because this wasn't his normal route and wondered if the other guy whose route it really was, had enjoyed such a delivery before himself. Told him no...he was just lucky today, though if he was covering for the same guy again this week, and had anything else to deliver, he might find himself being even luckier the next time. Told him what he'd just missed seeing. God...you should have seen his eyes bug out then!"

"You two really are incorrigible, you know that?" I laughed. "And I bet...delivery or no delivery, if he's even close to being in the neighborhood, he's likely to drop by again."

"Well, if he does...he might very well catch the next showing then. Admittedly, that was pretty hot, doing what we enjoyed doing out here in the broad daylight. Especially after hearing about your escapade. So...what's say after dinner this evening, we all come out for a late night swim, see what pops up after that."

"Sounds like a fine idea to me," I told them both. "And what IS for dinner anyway?"

**

There's something to be said about making love out in the open air. That night on the beach had been spectacular enough, but even here out on a nice comfy blanket by the pool with only the pool lights on was just as much fun, even better in some ways. Laying down on my back as Robyn mounted me in a reverse 'cow-girl' position as it's called, was spectacular in its own right. As she did that, leaning back against me slightly, Chris moved up between both of our extended legs, soon after capturing her sister's clit with her mouth, sucking it, while I in turn fucked her pussy with a nice slow easy going in and out motion. Almost the exact opposite of what my wife's rapidly flicking tongue was doing to her sister's clit. Drove her nuts...and me too actually as she periodically pulled my dick out of her sister, sucking and licking it a bit, before sticking it back into her.

After a while, after Robyn had had a spectacular orgasm, they traded places, and then I got to enjoy the whole thing all over again as Robyn sucked her sister's clit, and sometimes me as well.

After the day's events...I lasted a lot longer than I might have, seeing to both of their immediate needs long before I got even close to thinking about my own. But when I did, that again was equally fantastic. I think I'm spoiled now..."ruined" in a way perhaps. But damn...the feel of two mouths, tongues and lips, devouring you together, molding themselves around your hard stiff cock, sliding up and down one side and the other simultaneously...fuck that feels good. Almost too good. And then exploding, watching the geyser of cum spurting up into the air, the girls fighting over it, feeding it to one another back and forth, fuck...even that is hot just watching it, let alone how it fucking feels.

It had been an exhausting day however, and after several late nights, I was pretty much done in, actually crawling into bed by ten o'clock. Both girls comfortably on either side of me. I went to sleep with a smile on my face, visions of morning coffee...both here and at work now, dancing inside my head as I fell deeply and dreamily asleep.

**

I was sitting in my office when the phone rang. Debra and I were just finishing up some actual business having gone through the daily planner. This time I didn't bother hiding the fact it was my wife on the phone, putting her on speaker instead, though not before telling her that I had, and that Debra was sitting with me.

"Hi Debra!" Chris said speaking directly to her. "By the way...wanted to thank you for sending home a very horny husband to me yesterday," she told her. I had by then of course already confided with Debra that I'd told my wife all about it, and that she also obviously knew all about her sister, and was ok with that. Apparently, she too had had a few curious growing up experiences she'd had and shared with her sister, but none since then. I'd also briefly told her about the UPS guy, and then about our wild little evening out by the pool, with the three of us.

"Anytime," She answered back. "And damn jealous of the three of you," she added after that. "Wish my husband was as open minded and understanding as the three of you are. That little thing I enjoyed here in the office with Jack yesterday is about as wild a thing as I've done in all the years I've been married now," she freely admitted, which was sort of sad to actually hear about.

"Then you need to do something about it," Chris told her. "Even if you just talk to someone about it sometime," she then suggested. "Anytime your boss..." she paused, "Might be willing to give you a couple of hours off, you can always drop by here for a chat."

"Yeah...right," I told my wife. "Chat hell...you and your sister would have poor Debra spread-eagled and staked out in the yard if she were to ever do that."

"Don't give me any ideas honey..." she laughed.

"Or me either!" Debra responded back. "But I will keep that in mind," she finished.

"So anyway...why'd you call babe?" I had to ask. "Expecting the UPS guy again?"

"No, but thought I'd let you know, Susan is coming over in a bit here, told us that she and Pat are actually now planning to have a party Friday night, a very special party, and wanted to talk to us about it, see if we were interested in going."

I'd actually been hoping for more of a private little get-together again, perhaps a bit more fun like we'd had the last time, not to mention having the opportunity hopefully to actually discuss a little business with him. I had gotten Robert's hopes up about that earlier. Going to an actual party with several other guests didn't sound like there'd be much opportunity for either one of those.

"Ok, I guess...fill me in later when you have all the details then," I told her.

"Ok baby...I will. And Debra?"

"Yes Chris?"

"Make him nice and horny again for me, would ya?"

"OK baby...I will," she answered my wife back.

Debra stood crossing the room heading towards the door. We'd finished our meeting, I figured she was headed back to her desk, but she locked it instead turning towards me. Already her hands were reaching up to begin undoing the buttons on her blouse.

"I need to feel your cum on my tits," she told me. I laughed. 

"I shouldn't have told you about that."

"Yeah, now it's all I can think about, wishing I was there with your wife and sister as you head out the door, the three of us with cream covered tits. Now, I want it...need it, right here on these," she said holding her breasts together.

"And I need to put it there," I responded back. Once again the day was off to a really good start.

**

I arrived home that evening to my scotch, taken out on the patio as I joined both Robyn and my wife who were sitting out there waiting for me.

"Hey babe," I said walking out, giving both of them a warm greeting. "Talk to Susan?"

"Afterwards...yes," she grinned. I was treated to the brief story of how the three of them had spent the first part of their day taking turns licking one another to orgasms. I was soon sitting there with a rock hard cock, but still curious to hear the details concerning the party. But...I was horny now too, which they quickly realized.

"Why don't you get out of those clothes and fuck Robyn, she's been thinking about it all day," Chris told me. "And while you're doing that...I'll fill you in on the details about the party on Friday.

Sounded like a great way to begin the evening as Robyn slipped out of her own clothing and soon stood before me bent over the patio table as I slipped in between her legs, soon rubbing the head of my dick up and down that slick hot little passage.

"Quit teasing me! Put it in!" Robyn demanded. "I've been fucking horny all day long thinking about this!" So I did.

"So, tell me about the party," I asked slowly thrusting in and out of my sisters sweet cunt.

"It's actually not as big a party as I was originally led to believe," my wife began. "Though there is a definite purpose behind having it," she grinned looking over towards her sister as I continued sliding in and out of her. "For one thing, they're having a catered Luau down on the beach, complete with roasted pig and all. Pat's invited a buddy of his, and his wife, some kind of a contractor, said you might be interested in meeting him."

"Oh? Who? Did he say?" I asked pausing, and then giving Robyn two or three quick hard jabs with my cock, hearing her moan delightedly.

"Only that you'd probably appreciate meeting him. They did say that we could also invite another couple to join us if we knew anyone. I was thinking that maybe you should invite Debra and her husband."

I wasn't sure about that, not after what Debra had shared with me. Especially if the party turned out to be anything like I was thinking it might.

"Don't worry too much about that," Chris said after voicing my concerns. "After the Luau, in which the girls are going to be invited to learn how to hula, grass skirts, coconut bras and the whole nine yards...Pat said he'd then inform everyone prior to going back to the house that the rest of the evening would be spent enjoying some adult fun and activities. Anyone not wishing to remain for that wouldn't be expected to."

"I'm sure they won't," I considered picking up the pace a bit now as I thrust even more deeply inside Robyn's tight little fuck hole. "I will ask her though...tomorrow," I breathed speaking in clipped breaths now as my own orgasm began hinting at its eventual arrival here. "What... else?" 

"You're close...and so's she," Chris said making an observation as Robyn was now gripping the edges of the table tightly in her hands, eyes closed, panting hotly. "Sure you don't want me to wait?"

"No...this is sort of wickedly fun," I responded, easing up a bit, though Robyn pressed back, gyrating hard against me, urging me to continue.

"Ok," Chris chuckled. "Here's the thing though...Susan's also inviting her sister to join us as well, and she asked Robyn and I for a very special favor. After we go back inside after the Luau, she wants us at some point to begin fooling around a little, with Marsha, her sister at that point, now being fully aware we are sisters. She's hoping, that with the two of us showing some intimate affection, it might trigger a few of the desires and experiences the two of them once shared. Needless to say, Pat's all for it."

"What a surprise," I grimaced, ever so closer now, though Robyn was hovering on the edge now as well.

"Susan did say, she's not going to even approach her sister about anything, not unless she gives some indication of some sort that, that's of interest for her again. Beyond that, it will be entirely up to everyone else as to what they will...or won't do. Which brings this back to us..."

"What about us?" I asked, my balls about to implode, though Robyn was well ahead of me, taking that very moment to shove back, nearly knocking me off my feet as she came.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck me!" She wailed.

I pounded into her fiercely, feeling her cunt constrict, around my shaft, my impending orgasm finally at hand.

"On my back! On my back! Pull out...let me feel you squirt...on...my...back!" She said still climaxing, quivering...throbbing.

I did so, pulling out, grabbing my prick, though Chris had already stood at this point, coming around the table, taking it into hers and proceeded to finish jerking me off onto her sister's sweet ass and back. Several hot white creamy ropes of cum burst from my prick, landing and splashing upon her sister from her ass to her shoulders and back again. I was surprised at the voluminous amount all things considered, but it had been a nice unanticipated little, or rather big...climax for myself.

"Wow...you fucking came a lot!" Chris said shaking off the last few drops against herself, rubbing the head of my prick now against her swollen puffy nipples. "Hope you've saved something for me after you've had a chance to recuperate," she added.

"I'll be ready for more after dinner," I assured her. "Now...what were you saying about us?"

Robyn stood still trying to collect herself, though taking a seat now next to me, her face still flushed in arousal.

"The us part is this," Chris said. "So far we've done and experienced a lot more in a short period of time than I think any of us thought we ever would. No telling what might happen, or even be expected at the party. Just wanted you to know...if we decide to expand those boundaries a little, at least for one night, see how we feel about doing that, I'm...we're ok with it," she said including her sister. Obviously, they'd discussed all this between themselves earlier.

"And what if any of us aren't?" I asked.

"Then we don't. Like always Jack, we either all do...or we all don't. If we don't feel comfortable with anything that's happening or going on, then we leave, same as anyone else would...or even might do," she said indicating the uncertainty about my inviting Debra and her husband to this. No telling what might happen there, though I was sure as hell going to warn her about that when inviting her.

"Ok," I said taking a seat now myself. "We play it by ear then, see how it goes. But if anyone is uncomfortable, or feels pressured into doing something they don't want to do...lets agree here and now, we don't. If you don't I won't...but, I also don't feel it's fair for us to dictate to Robyn whether or not she does...or doesn't."

She opened her eyes then for the first time really having collected herself. "I'm part of you two now," she informed us. "Where you go...I follow."

**

I was very surprised the following day when I mentioned the party to Debra, even going so far as to warn her about later, after the Luau as to what might be expected, or happen. After considering it briefly, she said she would at least mention it to her husband, see if he was even interested in going, and would call him shortly regarding it, and discuss it with him. After she had, she'd come in and let me know.

Ironically enough I was on the phone with my wife when Debra came back into my office an hour later. I motioned for her to come in. "Chris," I mouthed letting her know this wasn't a business call.

"Hold on a minute baby, Debra just stepped into my office." I looked at her. Her expression told me that it was a "no", almost telling Chris that when suddenly her expression changed into a broad grinning smile. Obviously, she'd been teasing me with the real answer.

"He said sure...why not?" She said.

I spoke to Chris. "She's coming," I told her. There was a brief pause, and then a giggle.

"Oh? Don't hear her if she is," she stated. It took me a moment, and then I laughed filling Debra in.

"I heard," Debra said letting me know that her very acute hearing had indeed picked that up already. She spoke, so I held up the phone so that my wife could hear.

"I'd be more than happy to do just that for you," she told my wife, and let you hear me when I do...anytime," she then added. I then handed the phone to Debra so she could even more clearly hear my wife's response to that.

"Jack told me how you can squirt," she began. "I'd love seeing you do that sometime, but...since I can't at the moment unfortunately, it would still be fun hearing you," she finished saying. "We'd both enjoy hearing you do that," she then added, including Robyn who I realized must be sitting there with her, or nearby as they spoke.