16 comments/ 130683 views/ 38 favorites Sisters Valentine's Surprise By: SuperHeroRalph This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * Brother has a special Valentine surprise for his three sexy sisters-in-law. Valentine's Day is supposed to be the day of love and romance. Only for me, after I seduced my three sexy sisters, is was a day filled with sex. Payback is a bitch and I paid back my brothers in spades for the way they not only poorly treated me all my life but also how badly they treated their wives over the years. My three brothers, Paul, Peter, and John are assholes. My Mom is very religious and just because they were named after three of the apostles, who were religious messengers and ambassadors of God, they think they are holier than thou. I'm the baby of my family, my mother had me when she was 42-years-old and my brothers, Paul, Peter, and John were 12, 14, and 16. Don't laugh, an unplanned surprise, a gift from God, because she thought I was a miracle baby, she named me Jesus. I know, I hated my name when I was a kid but have grown to love it now. If it wasn't for my three, big brothers protecting me, nailed to a cross by the neighborhood kids, I never would have made it out of high school. "There's Jesus! Let's beat the bejesus out of him." We moved to Vegas years ago, when it was the old Vegas, before the real estate boom, before the big, billion dollar hotels were built, and before I was born. Since there's no personal income tax in Nevada, my Dad saw an opportunity to buy a house for cheap money and to start a business. Much like the wild west, much like the California gold rush, and much like the Alaskan land grab, the state was wide open, back then. No one wanted to live in what was mostly a desert. Except for the strip, which wasn't even rehabbed with the billion dollar casinos, yet, it was still mostly undeveloped sand. No offense to God, the Lord Almighty, and to all those people of faith, but this is a true story. Besides, if you're such a holy roller, instead of a Vegas high roller, and take offense at my story, what are you doing here on a porn site? Never mind. We all know that many of the loudest Bible thumpers are hypocritical closet perverts who think that it's okay to have extramarital affairs, so long as they are the ones having them and so long as God forgives them, while the rest of us are chastised for so much as having an impure thought. Anyway, my Dad, Godfrey, his first name, bought a rundown bar. With some paint and repairs, he turned it into a combination strip club, casino, and restaurant. This is Vegas, don't forget. No doubt, because of how religious my Mom, Mary, was in naming her sons after three of the Lord's disciples and naming me Jesus, don't laugh but everyone called my Dad, God. You wouldn't believe me if I told you, but my Mom gave all of our dogs, over the years, the same name of Joseph. Knowing how religiously twisted my Mom is, it wouldn't surprise me if my Mom purposely went looking for a man named Godfrey, just so that when she was having an orgasm, she could call him God. "Oh, God, God! Oh, God, God! Oh, God, God!" I always wondered if she called him, Oh, God, God, instead of just Oh, God. Anyway, since everyone called my Dad God and because, no doubt, my Dad poked fun of the fact that there were so many wedding chapels in Vegas, he called his combination bar, casino, and restaurant The House of God. The House of God is off the strip and in the seedy part of town, but since it's been there forever, so long as there's no trouble, it's given special status and extended courtesy privileges by the Las Vegas police. Not as regulated in the way that the big, mega corporate casinos are by the Las Vegas Gaming Commission, especially back then, my Dad supported the police with kickbacks and payoffs. As did many of the casinos and businesses in Vegas, he helped their families, whenever one of the cops were hurt or killed in the line of duty. Without looking like a bribe or a payoff, fortuitously winning sudden family vacations or a new car, college scholarships for their children was a good way for casino owners to reward the police for special favors without actually having to give them cash. The police knew that had they stopped turning a blind eye to the illegal activity at my Dad's House of God, their sudden good luck in winning trips, cars, and college scholarships would suddenly and coincidentally stop, too. Except for the dirty business he was in, married to my mother, Saint Mary, basically he was a good man and a God fearing man. For sure, he was a better man than any of my three brothers, Paul, Peter, and John. The cops all know there's prostitution going on at the House of God, but they close their eyes to it, so long as there are no other problems, such as drugs, underage drinking, and violence. Prostitution wasn't the problem in Vegas then, that it is now with so many freelancers, and as it is in so many other communities, where it isn't legal. After the legalization of it in Nevada, so long as the state gets their cut, no one complains about selling sex for money. Never having been inside, to this day, my Mom thinks that the House of God is a private gentleman's club. If only she knew it was a strip joint and worse, if only she knew what really goes on in there, she'd disown my Dad and all of her sons, but for me. Hmm, maybe I should tell her. So, why are my brothers assholes? Well, for one, they think I'm gay. Constantly teasing me, ragging on me, and gay bashing me, embarrassing me, and humiliating me, they make my life miserable, a holy Hell. Maybe because I'm so much younger than they are, we don't have the close relationship that my three brothers enjoy with one another. Why do they think I'm gay? Because I won't have anything to do with their strip club. Like my Mom, I've never even stepped foot inside the place. Seriously, wouldn't it be wrong for someone with the name Jesus to frequent such a place? In reality, I have no desire to see women humiliate and pander themselves by stripping off their clothes in front of horny men for money. Many of these women are single mothers and for men to use and abuse them, gawk at them, and grope them is just wrong. I have more respect for women than that. Yet, it's okay that my three brothers think I'm gay and I play up that angle, whenever we're together, mostly so they won't ask me to be a part of their dirty business. There's also another reason why I don't tell them that I'm not gay. For the sake of ogling my sexy sisters, I use their ignorance to my horny advantage. The last reason why the three of them are assholes is because of the way they treat their wives. Always at the club, they are never home. I know they cheat on them with some of the skanky ass women they have working for them. Yet, not making any sense to me, I don't understand why they'd cheat on their wives. Why have leftover hamburger in the form of skanky strippers, when they have filet mignon in the form of beautiful wives at home is beyond me? My brothers, all average looking guys, are married to absolutely gorgeous women, my three sisters, Angelina, Gabriella, and Grace. Understandably, maybe because my Mom is so religious, I wonder if my brothers purposely went out of their way to find women with religious names just to throw my Mom off the track of their House of God shenanigans. It's so divinely weird how that all worked out for them, finding three women that my Mom adores, no doubt, because their names are Angelina, Gabriella, and Grace. Sometimes, when we're all together, because of the religious symbolism that all of our first names have, I feel, as if we're a religious cult. Only, when it comes to religion and in the sense that their business has nothing to do with a house of worship, but in name, along with their first names, all their names are oxymoronic, that is, except for my name, as I'm the good one in the family. Yet, with me now planning to seduce their wives, my three sexy sisters, that's all going to change. In that regard, crossing the sexual incest/taboo line, I'm going to be as big of a bastard, even much more so, than my three brothers could ever be. Anyway, one sister is better looking than the other and when the three of them are together, surrounded by three angels, Lord Almighty, I died and went to Heaven. For sure, being that I'm tall and well built with my blonde, curly hair, big, blue eyes, and round cherub face, my Mom must have had sex with the milkman or the mailman because I look nothing like my Dad and don't look anything like my brothers. My brothers are all short, like my Dad, and have brown hair and brown eyes, again, like my Dad. Coincidentally, as it so happens, the reverend at our church has blonde, curly hair and blue eyes. Pardon me for being sacrilegious, but I can't help but wonder if, one day, Mom was trying her best to get just a little too close to God by having sex with Reverend Dick. Reverend Dick and I look so much alike and if my Dad and brothers ever darkened the door of our church, they'd realize that Mom was surely injected with more than just faith, religion, and the holy spirit. She was injected with Reverend's Dick's dick and semen for her to beget me. "Amen! Praise the Lord!" "Get down on your knees, Sister, and pray with me." When I saw the man for the first time, I couldn't believe the resemblance. Wanting to scream out, "Daddy!", without a doubt, I know I'm his son. Just as grateful that I look more like Reverend Dick than I do my dad, for sure, I'm glad I look nothing like my brothers. We couldn't look any more unalike, unless we were Danny DeVito and Arnold Schwarzenegger in Twins. Reverend Dick is a good looking man. Yet, when I think of my mother kissing Reverend Dick and him feeling my Mom's big tits with her sucking on his cock, before he fucked her and begat me, I get sick to my stomach. "Eww! Gross. Mom? How could you?" Even though I wanted to, I never confronted my mother about her obvious affair with Reverend Dick. Even though I never asked her if she had sex with Reverend Dick's Dick, I always suspected she did and now, with me appearing so much alike the man, I know she did. I just have to look in the mirror to see what Reverend Dick looked like when he was my age. Seriously though, doesn't Reverend Dick sound like a good name for a flimflam man, a charlatan, or a magician? I can only imagine the line Reverend Dick fed my Mom for her to cheat on my Dad to have sex with him and for him to impregnate her with me, baby Jesus. For sure, my Mom would never have an abortion, thank God, ergo, the reason why I'm here, the spitting image of Reverend Dick. His real name, of course, is Richard, but everyone calls him Reverend Dick because, I found out later, he has a really big dick. How they all know that he has a really big dick, I have no idea, unless he makes a habit of having sex with all his female parishioners. Come to think of it, there are more than a few blonde, curly haired and blue eyed children in church. Conceivably, they could be my stepbrothers and stepsisters and I may have a bigger, extended family than I ever thought I did. Maybe Reverend Dick thinks it's his personal responsibility to add to his flock by creating them in his image. "Surprise!" I imagine him standing in his pulpit to address the congregation. "We have a bigger congregation this year. Three more women in the congregation are pregnant. It's a miracle! Hallelujah! Praise the Lord." Anyway, enough about my family history, this story is not about my brothers, my mother, or my Dad. This story is about me having hot, incestuous or taboo sex, however way you consider it, with my three, sexy sisters. "Hallelujah." Fortunately, for me, my sisters think that I'm gay, too. I'm really loving this ruse. Because they think that I prefer men to women, I get away with murder. I can't tell you how many times I've seen my sisters-in-law in their bras and panties, topless, and even naked. Don't forget. This is Vegas, baby! If only they knew I was a heterosexual man, I'd be in deep shit or maybe not. By their looks, stares, and leers, they all like me well enough, but do they like me enough to cheat on their husbands and have sex with me, their brother? Hmm, now that I'm thinking more about them in the Biblical sense, in the way that Adam thought of Eve, I wonder. Certainly, with their husbands never home, they must be sexually frustrated and horny enough to want to have a little fun with their sexy and handsome brother-in-law. That's when I thought of a plan to bed my three sisters-in-law. Valentine's Day is when I finally decided to put my plan to have sex with my sexy sisters into action. I knew my brothers wouldn't be home, big stretch. They're never home. Vegas the city that never sleeps, my brothers go to their club early and leave late. I can only imagine the stories they could tell with all the pussy they must get between banging dealers, cocktail waitresses, strippers, and customers. With all of their sexual energy spent, no doubt, none of them have any libido left for their wives. My brothers are such pigs. Yet, it's my turn, this time, to take a walk on the wild side and experience the Garden of Eden and to take a bite from the forbidden apple. Armed with the knowledge that my brothers are constantly sexually satisfied, I knew their wives would be sexually frustrated and horny, and I used that to my advantage. It all started a year ago, today, on Valentine's Day. I can't believe it's been a year already. Wow, time really does fly, when I'm having hot sex with my three sexy sisters. Where does time go? Leave it to Albert Einstein to figure that one out with his theory of relativity and space travel. Still, I didn't need to be a genius or a physicists to know that my sisters-in-law were ripe for sex and there for me to seduce them. I went to my sister Angelina's house first. She's married to my oldest brother, John, and she's the oldest sister-in-law, not that she's old. Since my brothers are all such pigs, Angelina is much younger than my brother John. God forbid any of my brothers should marry a woman their own age. My brother John just turned forty and Angelina is 29-years-old. I know that because she's fretting over her 30th birthday. Because it was Valentine's Day, I went to her house bearing flowers and candy, of course. "Oh, how thoughtful," said Angelina greeting me at the door with a hug and a lingering kiss, before accepting the Valentine's gifts of flowers and candy. For sure, if my sister knew I wasn't a gay man, she'd never kiss me like that, or would she? With her long dark hair and bright green eyes, she's pretty in the way of a Tiffani Amber Thiessen, only taller, younger, with bigger tits, and a better body. Since the first day I saw her, lusting over her, I fell in love with her. A long time coming, today is the day that I am hoping to finally have sex with my sexy sister. "Happy Valentine's Day, Angelina," I said taking a step back to look at her. It was early, barely 8am, and Angelina was still in her nightgown. Hoping she'd stand in front of the sun drenched window and she did, her nightgown suddenly became completely transparent. With every curve of her perfect body revealed to me, I needed little imagination to wonder what she looked like naked. Still, not really having a seduction plan, I was playing everything by ear. For sure, without a doubt, I'd marry any one of my sexy sisters. They are all so hot, hotter than any women my brothers have working at the club, no doubt, I imagined, as I've never been in there stupid strip club. Only, knowing the pigs they are, I can just imagine the type of lowlife women they'd typically hire. "Grab some coffee," she said. "I'm going to take a quick shower. We can talk in the bathroom." What? Am I hearing things or do I so lust over my sister that I'm imagining hearing her invite me to talk to her, while she showers. I couldn't believe it. Quickly I grabbed a cup of coffee and followed her up to the master bathroom. It's one thing to see a beautiful woman naked, but it's quite another thing to see my sexy sister, who I've been lusting over for years, naked. This is what I mean about my sisters-in-law thinking that I'm gay. I realize that it's many a brother-in-law's fantasy, but what sister-in-law invites her brother-in-law to talk to her in the bathroom, while she's taking a shower? For my sister to freely strip in front of me, shower, and parade around the bathroom naked, she thinks that I'm gay and not interested in women to care that she's parading around naked in front of me. Oh, my God. Even though I've seen flashes of her panties and bra and even topless once, I was finally going to see Angelina naked close up and personal. "Why don't you take a bath instead of a shower," I said. "A bubble bath. It's Valentine's Day." "You know, maybe I will," she said with a laugh and a wink. "Can you wash the places that I can't reach?" No doubt, because she believes I'm gay, she loves teasing me. Be still my heart and hard-on. "Sure, it will be my pleasure," I said knowing full well that it would be my pleasure for me to touch my sister where no brother-in-law should ever touch his sister-in-law. As soon as we entered the bathroom, Angelina stripped off her nightgown. Oh, my God. She has big, natural, shapely tits and her ass wasn't so bad either. My brother, John, is such a knucklehead not to know what he has at home. I'd bang this broad every day and every night, if she was my wife. None of my sisters have any kids. Either they don't want them, what woman wouldn't want a child, or their husbands don't give them sex enough to make them pregnant. Bingo. I believe it's the latter reason rather than the former. So there are am sipping my coffee, while Angelina is standing there naked in front of me and tying back her hair, while waiting for the tub to fill and bending at the waist to check the water. Then, she started looking at herself in the mirror, turning that way and this way. "I'm getting a little bushy," she said standing, turning, and holding up her pussy lips for me to see and inspect. Brazenly, I reached out my hand and cupped her pussy, as if to inspect her bush, but I so wanted to finger her, instead. "Yeah, you are growing quite the forest, Angelina," I said. "I'm shaved," I said. "You are? Really? I've never seen a shaved man." "Do you want to see?" "If you don't mind showing your sister your cock and balls," she said with a nervous, albeit sexy laugh. "Sure," I said. "I don't mind at all. Since you're standing there naked and allowing me to inspect your pussy, I don't mind returning the favor. I'd love to show you my cock and balls." She had no idea how much I wanted to show her my cock and balls. With my Dad being Reverend Dick, don't forget, the man with the big Dick, like father like son, I was proud of my body, especially one particular appendage. Knowing I wasn't built like any of my brothers in any way, including, of course, my package, I couldn't wait to show her what I had in my pants. She watched me undress, as if I was a stripper on stage. I could tell by her stare that she was horny. Yet, was she horny enough to entice me, her brother, a perceived gay man, to have sex with her? Maybe she didn't care that I was her brother-in-law and thought she could change my sexual orientation from a gay man to a heterosexual man, just by having sex with me, but whatever her reason, with her standing there naked and waiting for me to show her my cock and balls, we had already crossed the brother-in-law and sister-in-law line of appropriate behavior. Remotely interested at first, I watched her cheeks blush and then her eyes widened. She never removed her stare from my fingers unbuttoning and zippering my pants. I already had an erection from watching her parading around me naked and as soon as I stripped off my underwear, my cock sprang up ready for action. When her mouth fell open and I so wanted to fill it with all of me. Sisters Valentine's Surprise "Oh, my God, Jesus!" It was so hotly erotic to be standing in my sister's bathroom, while she was naked and I had my pants and underwear down around my ankles for her to inspect my shaved cock and balls. "What? Is there something wrong?" I played the innocent, gay brother to the nth degree. If they were handing out awards, I would have won the Oscar. "Your cock," she said looking up at me with darting eyes, before immediately staring back down. "You have a huge cock. You have the biggest prick I've ever seen," she said reaching out to take my cock in her hand, before reaching down to cup my balls. "I do?" First of all, I couldn't believe that I was exposing myself to my naked sister. I couldn't believe my sister-in-law was holding my cock in her hand. "You're so smooth. I love how it feels. I just absolutely love your shaved cock," she said mindlessly stroking me ever so slowly, while running her fingertips over the head of my penis. "Thank you, Angelina." Then, when she started stroking me, oh, my God. Are you kidding me? Am I dreaming? "Should we be doing this, Angelina?" Continuing to stroke me, cupping my balls, while running her manicured fingers over my cock, she didn't answer my question. "You have a beautiful prick, Jesus, and if you weren't gay," she said closing her eyes, while still holding me in her hand, "I'm very so horny that I'd give you a blowjob that would make you a straight man. Oh, yeah, I'd suck your beautiful gay cock." "Gay? I'm not gay," I said. "Why would you think I'm gay, when I'm standing here with an erection in front of my beautiful, naked, sexy sister?" Immediately, she let go of my cock and covered her tits with her forearm and her pussy with her hand. "Oh, my God. I'm so embarrassed. All these years, I thought you were gay and now to find out that you're not gay is so very disconcerting," she said still staring at my prick and talking to my cock, instead of me. "I'm so embarrassed." I expected her to throw me out of her bathroom, but she didn't. I expected her to ban me from her house, but she didn't do that either. I expected her to immediately call my brother John to tell him that I had beguiled her and tricked her to show me her naked body and flash her my cock on the pretense that I was gay, so that I could see her naked, but she didn't do that either. "Maybe you should take a shower, instead, Angelina. Maybe we both can use a little cooling off," I said turning off the tub and turning on the shower. I was so brazen and so bold, but she was the type who needed to be told what to do. Uncovering her nakedness, she took my hand and I followed herlead. As soon as we got in the shower, we started making out, really going at it, as if we were horny teenagers. Angelina's hand was all over my cock and when I wasn't kissing her, I was feeling her big tits and sucking her erect nipples, while finger fucking her and playing with her clit. Then, I pushed her up against the shower wall, inserted my prick inside of her pussy, and made her scream out my name, while humping her against the wet tiles. "Oh, God, Jesus! Oh, God, Jesus! Oh, God, Jesus!" I couldn't believe how fast she exploded. Never have I had sex with a woman who has had an orgasm so quickly. "It's been a while," she said with her arms still draped around my neck and shoulders. "You have no idea how horny I've been," she said falling to her knees, as soon as we got out of the shower. "Thank you, Jesus," she said looking up at the shower ceiling. Thank you, Jesus," she said looking at me. "I owe you a blowjob for giving me a much needed orgasm," she said falling to her knees. She kissed and licked my cock, while cupping my balls, before taking my cock in her mouth. She was actually making love to my cock and not just blowing me. Never have I experienced such a sensual blowjob. Then, when she finally took me in her mouth, she sucked me, really sucked me, deep throated me, while stroking me. "Suck my cock, Angelina. Blow me. Oh, yeah, baby," I said lightly putting my hand to the back of her head to hold her in place, while I fucked my sister's pretty mouth. "Oh, my God, Jesus, I just love sucking your big cock," she said removing my cock from her mouth to speak. "Cum, Jesus, Cum. I want, I need for you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you." Slowly at first and then more quickly and with more of a rhythm between the synchronized movement of her hand in mouth, she sucked and stroked me faster and faster. Oh, my God! "Oh, yeah, right there, that's it. Don't stop, Angelina. Don't stop. I'm gonna cum. Suck my cock, Angelina. Blow me. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. Fuck! Oh, God! Oh, baby." "Thank you, Jesus," she said. "No, thank you, Angelina, that was the best blowjob I've ever had in my life." "Now, that I know you're not gay, maybe we can do this again," she said standing and giving me a look that melted my heart and stiffened my cock. "I'm free Mondays." Over the next several months, Angelina and I had sex once a week, every week, on Monday. I took another quick shower to freshen up before heading off to see Gabriella, Peter's wife. First stopping off at the florist and the candy store, I was prepared for Valentine's Day with another bunch of flowers and a box of candy. Hopefully, I was ready for more sexy Valentine action with sister number two. Gabriella is a typical Italian woman. Mamma Mia, she even has the accent. Just a couple of years older than me, she just turned 27-years-old and Peter is eleven years older than his wife, the big pig. Why any of these hot women want anything to do with my brothers is beyond me. Maybe it's just because they all have money. Anyway, Gabriella reminds me a little of Penelope Cruz, that is, if Penelope was Italian, because Gabriella has that sexy Roman nose, along with that sexy accent. Of course, as are all my sisters, she's busty, too. They all have great bikini bodies. As it was already late morning, Gabriella answered the door in her bikini beneath her cover up. Oh, my God, I just wanted to have wild sex with her right there. She's so frigging beautiful. "Happy Valentine's Day," I said, as soon as she opened the front door. "Oh, what a nice surprise. If figures my brother would remember me on Valentine's Day with flowers and candy, when my asshole husband didn't even remember me with a card. "Thank you, so much," she said. Even when she's angry, especially when she's angry, she's so sexy. She gave me a kiss on the lips and I so wanted to part her lips with my tongue, while feeling her big tit through her bikini top with one hand and cup her ass with the other. I wondered what she would have done, if I touched her in that way. Would she encourage me or recoil? Would she have slapped my face or grabbed my cock? In the same way that I felt about Angelina, I felt the same way about Gabriella. I couldn't believe I was alone with her, while hoping to have sex with her, too. Just like I did with Angelina, the first time I saw Gabriella, I was in love. She was everything a man could want in a woman. She was exquisite and to think she was my sister, a woman I had been lusting over for years, was a bonus in the sexual stimulation department. If I wasn't masturbating over the thought of having sex with Angelina, I was masturbating over my sexual fantasies of Gabriella. "You're welcome," I said beaming ear to ear that my sexy sister kissed me. She planted her hot body so close to mine that I could imagine being inside of her. I could just feel myself making love to her and humping her, while fucking her. Oh, my God, she makes me crazy wild with sexual passion. It took all the self-control I had not to reach my hand down and around, while kissing her, and cup her oh, so sweet ass. I so wanted to push her up against the wall and dry hump her, while kissing her and fingering her pussy. "I was just about to take a dip," she said. "Wanna go for a swim with me?" Gabriella has an indoor, heated pool. "Ah, gees, Gabby," my nickname for her, "I didn't bring my trunks and Peter's bathing suit would never fit me. It would just fall off my body." "No problem," she said. "Go au naturale and I'll join you," she said removing her cover up and tossing it on a chair. Oh, my God! Who needs a plan to seduce my sexy sisters, when they seeming have their own plan to seduce me. I couldn't believe it when she reached around behind her, unhooked her bikini bra, and wiggled out of her bikini bottoms. Before I could even unbuckle my belt, she was already naked. I'm so glad my sexy sister-in-law thinks that I'm a gay man. Definitely, without a doubt, for her to strip naked like that in front of me, Gabriella was horny. I had a sense that she was ready and hoping for some hot action, even with a gay man. I couldn't help but wonder if Angelina called her and gave her the load down that I wasn't gay. Yet, even if I was a gay man, I'm still her brother. Isn't that still a taboo to see your sister-in-law naked, while trying to seduce your brother-in-law by getting naked on the pretense of going for a dip in the pool? Apparently Angelina and now Gabriella are so horny and sexually frustrated that they don't give a care about what's forbidden and what's acceptable and appropriate behavior, when it comes to family propriety. In the way these three women look, with laws against everything else, I'm surprised there's not a law against me seeing them naked. Oh, my God, Gabby has such an incredibly hot body. Why her husband is not home banging her all day and in every way is beyond me? What's the attraction with that club? I don't understand. It must be drugs. For sure, my three brothers must be on drugs to ignore their wives in the way that they ignore them. Then, I wondered, maybe they are all gay. Wow. Wouldn't that be something if all this time, the House of God was a gay bar and a gay men's striptease club. As I'm walking behind Gabby, I'm stripping off my clothes. Finally, when we get down to the pool, is when she turned around, looked down, and noticed the big dick that I obviously inherited from Reverend Dick, my assumed father. Looking as if she was having a medical emergency, her sexy mouth fell open and she started breathing in gasps. I so wanted to push her to her knees and fill her mouth with my cock and with the excuse that I was giving her mouth-to-mouth or in this case, cock-to-mouth medical assistance. "Jesus, Jesus," she said. I've grown accustomed to women saying my name, after saying the name of the Lord. Redundancy happens a lot with my name. "Where the in Hell did you get that monster?" She grabbed and pulled on my cock. "I wish Peter had a cock like you. Oh, my God! It's huge? Does it get any bigger?" Now what kind of question is that? Of course, it gets bigger. Further, why do all women, when they see my cock, all have the same reaction and the need to grab it and pull it, as if it's a toy? I don't mind, I'm just saying. Hey, easy, I wanted to say. It doesn't come off, that is, unless you rub it, stroke it, suck it, and fuck it. "Bigger? Of course it gets bigger and harder, too." I couldn't believe my sexy sister was standing in front of me naked, while asking me if my cock gets any bigger. Can my life get any better than this? "Show me," she said with that sexy Italian accent, while never removing her eyes from my cock. "Show you? What do you mean, show you? How am I going to show you, Gabby?" "Play with yourself. I want to see how big you get when you're hard." I couldn't believe it when she asked me to play with myself. I so wanted to just start jerking off. What a fantasy that would be. I couldn't imagine a fantasy like this, if I wanted. Gabby standing in front of me naked, while I masturbated. "No, I'm not going to play with myself in front of you, Gabby, my sister. I'd be so embarrassed." "I'll make you hard then," she said with a sexy laugh. "Would you mind if I masturbated you a little, just to get you hard?" Would I mind? Uhm, let me think about that for a nanosecond. Is she kidding me? I couldn't even have a fantasy like this, where my sexy sister asks my permission to stroke my cock enough to get me hard, so that she can see how big and hard I get. "Sure, yeah, you can stroke me a little," I said with a sexy laugh. "Only, I'd get bigger and harder, if I could feel your breast, if you don't mind." "Sure," she said. "You can feel my tits. You can even suck my nipples, if that helps you to get an erection." Oh, my God. I'm dreaming. This is nuts. Standing here feeling my naked sisters tits and sucking her nipples, while she masturbates me is a dream come true. "You have a beautiful body, Gabby," I said. Too preoccupied to acknowledge my compliment, she was busy stroking, while staring at my cock. "Wow, it's getting quite bigger. I've never seen a prick so big," she said in her sexy accent that made me want to have hot sex with her. "I just love your big cock, Jesus." I couldn't believe I was about to say what I did, but I did. She was making me so horny by standing there naked, with her hand around my cock, while I felt her tits and sucked her nipples, with her tits jiggling up and down and side to side with the fast movement of her hand, I needed more. "Maybe if you took it in your mouth, Gabby, it would--" "Good idea," she said. "I was just thinking that." That was the only encouragement that I gave her. She fell to her knees and started sucking me off, as if she was a thousand dollar call girl. Holy shit. Gabriella is one Hell of a cocksucker. Why my brother is not home with this sexy bitch and having her blow him every night, is beyond me. "Okay, easy, Gabby or you're going to make me cum." "I don't mind," she said removing my cock from her mouth to speak. "It's been a while, since your low, down, dirty brother shot a load in my mouth. You can cum in my mouth, if you want. Really, Jesus, it's okay." "Gabby, it's just that--" "I know," she said getting up from her knees. "I'm sorry. You're gay and aren't attracted to women. I wish you weren't gay, Jesus. I know it's wrong, but I'm so horny. I'm so sexually frustrated. Your brother doesn't even touch me anymore. He must be banging those whores in his club. I swear, if you weren't gay, Jesus, I'd fuck you so hard that--" "Gay? I'm not gay, Gabby. Where'd you get the idea that I'm gay? I was just going to say, it's just that you're my sister." The look that she gave me was the same look, as if she stumbled upon a 90% off Valentine's Day sale at Victoria Secrets. She paid no never mind to my mild protest of her being my sister. "You're not gay?" "No." "Seriously?" "Yes, I mean, no. I'm not gay." "Come with me, little brother, or not so little brother," she said pulling me by my pecker. She took me into her master suite and we made our as if we were horny teenagers on Prom night. It's one thing to kiss, French kiss, a beautiful naked woman, but it's an extra, lustful bonus when that beautiful naked woman is your brother's wife. She blanked my mind with her kissing and I touched her, felt her, and caressed her in places that were reserved for my brother but that had gone untouched for years. Someone so sexual should never go without having sex and I was certainly giving her what she so wanted and needed today. We fucked and sucked, as if we were newlyweds in the Presidential suite on our Honeymoon. Just as I had done with Angelina, I ate Gabriella's pussy. It was exciting to hear her cum and to see how she acted and reacted, when having sex. Then, I mounted her and rode her like the wild passionate woman that she was and deserved to be ridden. It didn't take long to make her cum again, just as I had shot a load of cum in Angelina's pussy, I shot a load of cum in Gabriella's pussy. Oh, it's so good to be young, dumb, and filled with cum, especially when I have three, beautiful, sexual frustrated, and horny sisters. I took a shower at her place to freshen up, before leaving. "Thank you, Gabby," I said kissing her good-bye with a long, wet kiss, while feeling her nipple with one hand and cupping her ass with the other. "Wait, before you go, Jesus, now that I know you're not gay, maybe we can do this again, say," she said biting her lip, as if she was nervous and as if she thought I'd say no, "once a week, on Tuesdays?" "Sure," I said, "I'd love to make love to you again regularly, that is, so long as you don't tell Peter." "My lips are sealed," she said, "except, whenever they're around your monster of a cock." My next stop was Grace's house. I just needed to stop off and buy more Valentine's Day flowers and candy. With a perfect score, I was two for two. Would Grace welcome me with open arms in the way that Angelina and Gabriella have been so generous with their time and bodies? I really hoped she would. She had a fabulous body and a face to match. I could see myself spending the rest of my life with Grace. It's too bad she was married to my asshole of a brother, Paul. Grace and I are the same age, 24-years-old. Grace is the only one of my sisters who is blonde and looks more like the typical Vegas dance girl. Tall with long legs, she used to be a dancer. When she's not out shopping, she's always working out in front of the television. "Hi Grace," I said handing her the candy and flowers, as soon as she opened the front door. "Happy Valentine's Day." As usual Grace was wearing a leotard. The woman is always doing some kind or exercise workout or dance steps to keep in shape. Her leotard was so tight that it left nothing to the imagination. I think I saw a mole that she has on her lower back through her skin tight leotard. Grace has an amazing body, probably the best body of all my sisters. Just in the way that I fell in love and lusted over Angelina and Gabriella, I've always had the hots for Grace. Who wouldn't? She's a real fox. "Oh, how sweet. Thank you," she said. "I wish your brother Paul was as thoughtful. He forgot all about Valentine's Day," she said with sadness. "Come in," she said. "I'm glad you're here. You can help me practice my dance moves," she said with a laugh. "I need someone to catch me and hold me overhead. Your brother is too weak to hold me up in the air." "Okay," I said. Only, when she leapt at me, she caught me by surprise and what was supposed to be a catch and a press overhead was more of a fall in my face. Her crotch landed right in my face and I fell backwards with her on the couch. Her pussy was right there, so close, practically in my mouth, that I could taste her perfumed powder. So, there I am holding my hot sister with her pussy so close to my mouth that I wanted to flick out my tongue and lick her through her leotard, but I didn't. I needed to bide my time. I didn't want to rush it. She might reject me, if I pressured her to have sex. I needed to seduce her and she was worth the extra effort.. "Oh, Jesus, I'm so sorry," she said looking down at me, but not moving to remove her leotard clad pussy from my mouth. Suddenly, she looked flush, as if she was going to faint. "Oh, my God, Jesus," she said closing her eyes and putting her head back, before her head fell forward and she opened her big, blue eyes, as if she was in a daze. "If you weren't gay, I'd ask you to eat me," she said, before looking at me with shocked horror. "Oh, God, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. What am I saying? You're my husband's brother, my gay brother. Please forgive me for saying that and don't tell Paul." What is it with these women? Are they that horny and that sexually frustrated that they blurt out, whatever they are thinking. Here I go again. Tired of playing the gay man charade, just as I did with Angelina and with Gabriella, it was about time I stepped out of the closet and showed Grace my true identity. Sisters Valentine's Surprise "Really? If I wasn't gay, you'd have me eat your pussy, lick you, while playing with your clit, and finger fucking you, before sticking my big cock in your wet, tight pussy." "Oh, my God, Jesus. You're going to make me rape you. I'm so very horny. Paul and I haven't had sex in quite some time. I suspect he's having sex with the strippers at the club." So, there I am on the couch with my sister's ass on my chest and her pussy nearly in my mouth, I couldn't stop myself from flicking out my tongue and giving her a long lick through her leotard. I thought she was going to have an orgasm right there. She gasped and took my head in her hands and pushed me in closer to her pussy, so close that I couldn't even talk. I had to push my head back to speak. "Well, to be honest with you, Grace," I said licking her pussy through her leotards again and again. "I'm not gay. I'll get you off if you want, if you want me to do that for you. It will be my pleasure. It will be our little secret. It will be your special Valentine's Day gift from me." I never saw a woman strip so fast, even faster than Angelina. As I was watching her get naked, I started undressing, too. Then, when she turned and saw the size of my cock, looking at me as if she just saw a miracle, she fell to her knees, as if having a religious experience. She gave me a look that I imagined her having, if she won the lottery and I was her lucky lottery ticket. Grace was such a sexy, young thing. She was such an animated lover. She had sex with me, as if she had been locked away in prison for ten years. She couldn't wait to get my cock in her mouth. She sucked on me some, before she fucked me and I made love to her. If I knew my sisters were so horny and so sexually frustrated, I would have approached them long ago. Only, maybe then they wouldn't have been as willing and ready, as they are now. Maybe it was because they were my sisters, maybe because I had lusted over all three of them for years, but I couldn't believe that I was able to cum again and shoot a load of cum in Grace's pussy, as I had done with Angelina and Gabriella. She gave me a kiss that curled my toes, when I was leaving her house. "Do you think we can do this again," she said. "I'm free all day Wednesdays." "Sure," I said. So, every week, once a week, I had sex with Angelina on Monday, Gabriella on Tuesday, and Grace on Wednesday. I'm glad I only have the three sisters because I needed the rest of the week to rest and get my strength back. I didn't use a condom. They didn't even ask me to use a condom. Just as I wanted to make them pregnant, as part of my revenge in the way my brothers had mistreated me over the years, I think all three of my sisters wanted to be pregnant and to finally experience motherhood. Nearly nine months to the day that I had weekly sex with my sisters, they all delivered healthy baby boys. Angelina delivered Mathew, Gabriella delivered Thomas, and Grace delivered Simon and Judas, identical twins. The four boys had blonde, curly hair and big, blue eyes, just like me. My dumb brothers never even questioned, didn't even suspect, that their sons looked exactly like me. If they had gone to church and met Reverend Dick, maybe they might have put two and two together. Yet, since my brothers still think that I'm gay, they'd never believe that my Mom had sex with Reverend Dick. Knowing my dumb brothers as I do, they'd just figure that I was a throwback to an ancestor that was tall, had blonde hair, and blue eyes. They'd figure their sons were part of that ancestry, too. Once their wives discovered they were pregnant, they seduced their husbands to make them believe that they had impregnated them. If they only knew that I was banging all three of their wives, my three sexy sisters, once a week, every week, they'd probably kill me and dump my body in the desert. Who knows, maybe they'd thank me because now that Angelina, Gabriella, and Grace were getting sex on a regular basis, they were happy and not bitchy. Now for the rest of my life, every time I think of Valentine's Day, I think of my three sexy sisterss and, of course, my four nephews, who are really my sons. Like father like son, if I continue this sexual relationship with my sisters-in-law and give them more children, I could turn into a regular Reverend Dick and start my own cult and church. * Please don't forget to vote, make a comment, and/or add me and this story to your favorite lists. Thank you for reading my story.