5 comments/ 29030 views/ 26 favorites Cheating Sister's Sailor Party By: PapaOoMowMow Disclaimer: I know nothing about the Navy, or Wisconsin, or anything, really. Enjoy! ***** "I hope you got chains for them tires," said the guy at the gas station on the Wisconsin border. "We're supposed to get two feet." It had just started to snow, a few big flakes falling softly by. I was driving up to my sister's place in Evansville with two of my buddies from basic training, Sweet and Hector. She lived with her husband in a little apartment above a bar. We had twenty four hours of liberty to get drunk and get laid and get back to base. Sweet was inside the gas station, talking to the girl at the register. We were in our whites, with our pea coats on, and he was playing the sailor angle for her, putting his cap at a cute angle and talking a lot of romance of the sea stuff. Hector stayed in the backseat, his watch cap pulled down tight. The heat didn't work and he claimed that he was going to hibernate all the way out to Evansville. I was pumping the gas, and hoping ten bucks worth would get us to Evansville. "Two feet? Fuuuck," I said. "I mean, no offense, but them tires ain't got much tread on 'em. You might want to go on back." That was not going to happen. We'd been cooped up for weeks, and having graduated basic we had just a day to cut loose. We weren't supposed to be going so far, but this was the best shot we had at getting our dicks wet. It was less than ninety minutes to Evansville. Besides, they always make the weather reports sound as scary as they can. Usually, December doesn't get that bad. Five hours later, we were still at least ten miles out of Evansville. My hands ached from the cold, and how tightly I was gripping the steering wheel. "Small town bars are the shit," said Sweet. He had pretty much kept up the conversation the entire time. "You show up dressed in whites, it's like you're in a costume. Plus, you're a stranger, right? An exotic. Guys all want to buy you drinks and the girls all want to suck your dick." "They fuckin' better," said Hector. "This shit is fuckin' cold back here." "Yo, he's alive," said Sweet. "I figured you were fuckin' dead. I was gonna move you to the trunk for better rear wheel traction in this bitch." "You want better weight distribution, just turn me over so my giant dick is pointed backwards." "That's your leg, bitch," I said. "Your dick's the thing the cold shriveled up and turned into a pussy." I couldn't see the road at all. I was guessing where it was from the signs and mile markers, but a couple times I'd gone off and had to come back on. The car was fishtailing with every turn, and we were barely going fifteen miles per hour. But the thought of that magical bar up ahead kept me going. In my mind it was full of tipsy Wisconsin farmgirls with blonde hair and big boobies drinking shots of Jaeger. One of them was straddling me, wearing my cap. As my hands navigated under her short skirt, I found no panties... ... and veered back into my lane just in time to avoid the oncoming pickup truck. "Fuck, man!" yelled Sweet. We all caught our breath. "Was he in our lane or were we in his lane?" Hector asked. "I don't fuckin' know," I said. "I was thinking about white girls." Sweet laughed. "Me too!" "Wilson, you fuckin' better drive this bitch or we're all balls deep in snow pussy," said Hector, but he was laughing while he said it. I was white (still am) and Sweet was black (still is). Hector was something Latino, I never asked and he never mentioned it. We all were seamen recruits and we all had no hair, and that seemed more relevant at the time. So we could joke about race pretty freely. I got along with both those guys really well. Sweet was a talker, a charming guy with a million stories. He talked to every single woman he met. Literally. He'd talk to tollbooth operators and women on guard duty and grandmothers and other guys' wives. "Practice, motherfucker," he said. "It makes perfect. Got to get my line straight." Given enough time and opportunity, he'd bring up sex. "All they can do is say no, right? You want to talk about rejection? My mother put me out when I was five, sent me to my uncle. It was horrible, tore my shit up. It took years. I went to therapy and everything. But I got through it. I can get through that, I can take it when some Petty Officer's wife tells me no." Hector was much quieter. He mostly swore, although he was really funny when he did say anything. But he was like, magical. He could fix broken stuff. He wouldn't say anything, just, like suddenly your Xbox controller was working again. Or a washing machine, or whatever. And he had girlfriends, actual multiple girlfriends on base he'd made himself while going through basic. He never talked about them, either. One day we saw him blow a kiss to a redheaded white girl who blew a kiss back, and another day he briefly touched hands with a Latin girl after mess. "Do they know about each other?" asked Sweet. "I don't know. I never asked," said Hector. If anyone could figure out a private place to fuck on the base, it was Hector, but he wasn't telling. I wasn't as confident as Sweet or as quietly efficient as Hector. What I was, was eighteen and out of my mind horny. I'd joined the Navy when my high school girlfriend broke up with me, right after we had sex for the second to last time. That was also the second to last time I'd had sex. It had been months. I got fairly good at jerking off in my bunk. What was funny was that I did it with so much stealth and care, in total quiet and secrecy, even after I noticed that both the guys on either side of me were doing it too. But I was eager for that bar. I needed it. Even with the cold and the horrible driving, I was erect the entire way up to Evansville. Evansville surprised us. The snow was heavy enough that you couldn't see houses from the road, but suddenly there were buildings on either side of us. None of the lights were on in the stores, and I began to get a sinking feeling. "Aw fuck," said Sweet. "That's it, isn't it," said Hector. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck." "Fuck," I agreed. We had driven up right in front of the bar. It was not full of hot white farmgirls without panties on. It wasn't full of ugly grandmothers, either. It wasn't even full of dudes. It was dark, even the beer signs were off, and there was a piece of paper taped to the door. It couldn't have looked more closed if it had been flattened. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck!" we all said, getting louder and louder until we were shouting at the top of our lungs. "I think there was a bar, like, thirty miles back," Sweet said. "Fuck off," I said. "We don't even have enough gas to get there. We've been running on fuckin' fumes." "Is your sister hot?" he asked. "Fuck off," I said. "She's married." "Married? Oh noooooooo," he said. We all cracked up. We abandoned the car near what probably was the sidewalk on a side street by the bar, grabbed our ditty bags and knocked on my sister's door. "It's open, come up!" she yelled. My sister Brianna was ten years older than me. She was actually my half-sister, but her dad was long gone by the time I was born, so I just thought of her as my sister. She'd been the boss of all us kids, five total with her the oldest and me the youngest. I was her baby, the one she got along with best. After she moved out, she'd bring me into the city on sleepovers. We'd stay in her tiny studio apartment, eat popcorn, and watch movies cuddled up under a blanket on her bed. She got married when I was fifteen and moved up to Evansville. She was smart and beautiful, had gone to college and had a series of teaching jobs in the city, and everyone was surprised when she married this cop named Bill and disappeared up to Wisconsin. I'd seen her only twice since then. But when I came in the door, it was like no time had passed at all. "Wilson baby," she said and gave me an enormous hug. "I missed you!" "I missed you too!" I said, hugging her back. It was one of those hugs where your bodies are pressed together all the way from neck to knees. I could not help it. Maybe it was her smell. She smelled wonderfully female. Maybe it was the curves I could feel even through my pea coat. But I melted into her, and at the same time, I started to get really, really hard. Brianna was pressed right up against me. She had to have felt it. But she didn't move, she just held me. I tried to just enjoy it without it becoming sexual, like a nice backrub or something. Finally, she shifted herself to look at my face. Her eyes were amused. I knew I was busted. "Stuck all alone at that big naval base," she said, and I blushed. I've always been an easy blusher, and she knew it. "I can't believe how BIG you've gotten," she said, smiling, and I felt my blush go all the way to my ears. She relented, and hugged me again cheek to cheek. "Ohh, it's so good to see you." Finally, I pulled away. I don't know how. "Brianna, these are my friends. This is Hector, and this is James." Sweet smiled and said, "Ma'am, you can call me Sweet." "Nice to meet you, Sweet, and Hector," Brianna said, hugging each of them in turn... not so long or so fully as me, but enough that if she was trying to figure out if we all were hard, she had her answer. Not that it was difficult to figure it out. "Ma'am," said Sweet, and my sister interrupted, "Call me Brianna. I'm not old enough for ma'am yet. Kristin, can you believe these sailors are trying to ma'am me?" Another woman leaned her head in from what was probably the kitchen. She was black too. "Oh, they want something. You know they do," she teased. "All I want," said Sweet, "is to know how a beautiful black woman like yourself could have an albino like Wilson for a brother." "Different fathers, of course. Wilson, don't you tell your friends anything?" "No way," I said. "I like to see the look on their faces when they realize we're related. Where's Bill?" "Bill's upstate on an investigation. He probably wouldn't have been home until tomorrow anyway, but this makes it definite. Come in! Leave your coats on, though. It's freezing in here!" It was cold in there. The apartment was tiny, taking up just the back half of the building. All of us, with our bags over our shoulders plus a couch, barely fit into the living room. There was a little dining area with a table and two chairs, with a poster of Dizzy Gillespie, that was at the other end of the living room from the door. "Put your bags in the bedroom. I have no idea where everyone will sleep. I hope you like floors. Can you believe it? The heat went out. Tonight, of all nights. I left a message with the landlord, but I don't even know if he'll get it." "Can I take a look?" asked Hector. "Seriously?" asked Brianna. "Yeah," he said. "You gotta let him look," said Sweet. "He's magic with tools." "I'll take him down through the bar," said Kristin. "I bartend there. I was supposed to work tonight, but no one was coming in. So I came up to hang out with my sweetheart instead. She offered to let me stay over. My kids are with their dad tonight anyway. I thought we'd have heat, though. Sweet went down with Hector and Kristin, and left me on the couch with Brianna. "So where's Bill?" I asked. "Oh, he's in Memphis doing some training," said Brianna. "He's not due back until Friday. If this keeps up it might be the weekend. "I've gotten used to him not being around," she said. "He's ambitious. It's what attracted me to him in the first place, so I can't complain, but when he's off for three weeks on a case or training or testifying or God knows what, I get lonely." "Well, if he leaves you to roam around a mansion like this, you can hardly complain." "Oh my God, this place is what we fight about more than anything. He doesn't care, 'cause it's just a bed and a clothes closet to him. I love him, I do, but that man is cheap. And stubborn. I can't believe how much time I spend in this apartment, in this little town. Kristin is basically my only black friend?" "Why don't you come down to the city more? Mom would love to see you." Brianna stood up and walked over to the window by the table. "I should. I probably will be forced to soon or I'll go crazy. But Mama didn't like Bill when I married him. She told me he was too excited about being a cop to care that I was stuck in some tiny town with nothing to do the twenty-three hours a day I didn't see him. That his idea of what I should do was either nothing or having babies. "It's so irritating when your mother is right. Know what I mean?" Brianna smiled. She had the most amazing smile, always. "Now don't move, I've been waiting long enough. I have to touch that bald head." She came over to the couch and climbed onto me, straddling my legs with both hands on my shaved head. "Mmm, soft," she said. My sister and I had always been pretty physical with each other, grabbing each other and snuggling up and rubbing backs and necks and so on. I remember at 11 or so, I used to sneak up behind her and grab both her boobs at once. I was a pretty annoying little brother, I guess. But it wasn't sexual, really, or I didn't know it was. I just wasn't wired to be aroused by her. So even though she had cute breasts and long legs and a gorgeous, wide, strong ass, I could grab on to her or even hump her leg without getting aroused or feeling awkward. This time, though, it was different. I don't know if it was the years since we'd spent time together, or the fact that I'd hardly seen a woman in three months, but her leaping on me was incredibly sexually exciting. I mean, the apartment was cold. She had on heavy jeans, probably long underwear, and a fleece hoodie with the hood up. There were layers of clothes before I got anywhere near her flesh. But I could smell her. She smelled like freshly sanded exotic wood. And her hands were running over my head, and my hands were sitting right at the small of her back. And I imagined all that clothing just being gone, and her naked on me, and maybe 'cause I knew what her body looked like, what I imagined was so real that my breath started to get heavy. She clambered around so that her knees were in between my thighs, straightened up, and looked down at me from above. Straight from knees to shoulders, meant that her soft little belly was pushed into my chest, and her soft little breasts were right in my face. And, of course, her knees were pressed up against my crotch. "There's the scar from when I dropped that clock on you," she said, touching the very top of my skull. I slowly, slowly let my hands slide down from her waist to the top of her ass. She stroked my head gently as I let my hands slide down further and cup her cheeks. "If you think it's my rear end you're holding, you're going to be disappointed," my sister said. "Why's that?" I said, giving the cheeks a light squeeze. "It's all clothing down there," she said. "So damn cold in this place. I can hardly even feel your hands. "I have on," she said, "regular underwear, tights, long underwear, sweatpants, and these jeans, which I got specifically to wear with this outfit. They're big." "That's not all you," I said. "Man. What about up here?" I poked her between her breasts. "Hoodie, sweatshirt, sweater, long sleeve t-shirt, long sleeve t-shirt, t-shirt." "Ooooh," I said, grabbing at her breasts, "no bra. Score." I felt up her boobs or whatever the bulges on her chest were. Outside the top layer only, of course. "I can't feel a thing," she said, with a sardonic expression on her face. "You could go four layers deeper and still not get to second." "So," I said. "I can fool around with you as long as I don't take your clothes off? I mean, it's not like I'm messing around with my sister." "You're basically humping laundry," she said. I put my face up against her chest and loudly motorboated her sweatshirt. "Nothing," she said. "I can't tell if you're kissing me or brushing threads off my clothes." Truth to tell, it was still working on me. She might not have felt much but I was incredibly excited. I was painfully hard now, and her knees pressed up into my crotch made me tingle. I opened my mouth wide over where I imagined a nipple might be, started squeezing her ass together with both hands, and subtly rocked my hips back and forth to slide my dick up against her knees. "You get points for trying, you little sicko," she said, using one of her old nicknames for me, "but I'm not feeling you, dawg. "Try this," she said, and getting on to her hands and knees at the end of the couch, stuck her ass out to me. I kneeled behind her, grabbed a hold of her waist, and started humping it. Even with all that clothing, it felt great. I started to realize she was feeling something, too. She was arching her back and pushing her face down into the arm of the couch, getting her pussy as close to my cock as it could be behind all those layers. "Nope, nope," she said. "Still nothing." She wriggled down and turned herself over, facing me from underneath. Her knee grazed my stomach as she slid it under, so I lay between her legs. "Are you sure you brought your dick, little brother? You used to forget stuff all the time." "Oh, now you're going to get it," I said. I pulled her legs, lifting her ass into the air, and began to hump her hard. If I could have gotten through, like, eight layers of clothes that we had between us, I would have been fucking the shit out of her. She, in turn, was lifting her ass up, her knees up by her shoulders so that I was pounding her right on her pussy under all that knitwear. She was cracking up as I was thrusting, but I could have cared less right then. Whether it was repressed incest or just a happy wrestling match, my cock felt like it was full of stars. Pushing down onto her was was like hot Saturday night, and sliding backwards was like angelic Sunday morning. Down and back, down and back, hard and fast. It felt better, and better, until... Suddenly, and with the weirdest open mouth expression, I came in my pants. Right there, in the middle of a downstroke. I froze when it happened, Mr. Smooth Moves, and I gasped out, "O" ... just like that. No h, no period. Just "O". And sploosh, it gushed from me like a wave rushing through sand and it washed me away. "Oh my God," my sister said. "Did you..." I was still frozen. "O" I said again, and then the second wave hit and scattered me all over the ocean. My arms collapsed and I fell against my sister's chest with my mouth still stuck in a "O". Eight more pulses spurted out, and I could feel the scalding wet jizz all over and around from my waist to the tops of my thighs. And as I regained myself, bit by bit, I felt the shame pulling over me like a blanket. "Whoa," said my sister. I lay there face down in her chest, because I had no idea what to say. "I think you must have been hard up," she said. "Can you masturbate in those Navy bunks?" "Not really. Maybe three times a night," I said. "I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry, Wilson honey. I don't think you could've helped yourself. I mean... maybe next time you could buy me a drink or something..." "It's on!" yelled Kristin, pushing through the door. "Hector is a genius!" She was carrying two bottles with pourers stuck in them, liberated from the bar downstairs. "Hector is a genius," yelled Sweet, carrying another two bottles. "Whoaaa! Private moment?" "Don't be disgusting," Brianna said, "we're brother and sister." "If you were my sister, I would," said Sweet. "Sorry, no offense. But you are spectacular." My sister pushed me off her and stood up. I rolled to the floor, and stood up. "I gotta go to the bathroom," I said. "And clean yourself up!" said Sweet. I hustled in and tried to clean the sperm off. When I got out, there was food spread out on the table and everyone was eating. It did feel warmer, too. Brianna was feeding Hector bits of cheese and grapes while he leaned back on the couch. Sweet was telling of our foiled plans for the bar downstairs, his arm draped over Kristin. Cheating Sister's Sailor Party "Oh baby," said Kristin, "I think you would have been more disappointed if the bar was open. Not a lot of gals under forty in there." "It's a lot colder down there, too," said Brianna. She pulled her hoodie off, and took a hit off the vodka bottle. "It's a lot more pleasant where you are, believe me." "And a lot more pleasant now that you're here," said Kristin. "Three cute little sailors, all dressed up in their whites. Which one do you like best, Bree?" "Don't make me decide, Kristin, they're each one cuter than the next. Line up, boys." We stood in a line at attention, and Sweet said, "Company... salute!" We saluted, and the women cracked up. "Sailor boys!" said Kristin. "Eight years ago y'all would have gotten me into some trouble! Good thing we're respectable now." "But we needed to talk to some ladies," I said. "I mean, we drove out here in this blizzard. I love my sister and all but I can't, you know, try to hook up with her." "Though you were tryin'," said Sweet, and everyone cracked up, then cracked up again at how red I got. "You guys are too cute," said Kristin. "You deserve better than a couple old married ladies in their late twenties." "I have an idea," Brianna said. "Kristin, come in here." The ladies went into the bedroom, grabbing a bottle of Wild Turkey on the way. They turned the music up and shut the door. "What are they doing in there?" I said. "Scheming, scheming, ladies scheming," said Sweet. "Damn, Hector, I think you fixed that furnace too much." "I set it to about eighty-five degrees," said Hector. "Maybe if it gets hot enough, they'll get down to a t-shirt or something. I mean, if I wanted to see a pile of clothes I could have just gone to Target, right?" "Respect," said Sweet. "This is Wilson's sister here. Don't go thinking like she's some girl followed you home from a bar. And Kristin, too. She's her friend. They're both married." Hector mulled this over. "Can I think what I want?" he asked. "I already did," said Sweet, and they fist bumped. "No disrespect, Wilson." "Aw, you guys are the best," I said, in a fakey nice voice. "I can't believe that you'd leave them both for me." "It's true," said Sweet, "Wilson's done the best here, rubbing your hard-on on your sister like that. Don't deny it, I know you were hard, even if she didn't through all those clothes." "So hard," said Hector. "Lying there, on top of her... between those long legs... in those soft thighs... look, he's hard all over again." "You're hard too, you dick. So much for respect." "I got a lot of respect for your sister," said Hector, "but it's all up at the head end. Nobody told my dick." "Hector," said Sweet, "I'm actually starting to sweat." Hector laughed, a low cackle. "What are they doing in there, anyways?" It was another forty minutes before they came out, and it was really hot. Hector and Sweet were sitting on opposite ends of the couch, and I was in a chair pulled over from the kitchen table. We had finished the vodka bottle and were feeling no pain, but not yet wasted. Brianna and Kristin stepped out of the bedroom and our jaws dropped. Kristin had put on a denim miniskirt and a little sleeveless crop top with a lacy white bra, the straps sticking out and glowing against her dark skin. She was short, with nice wide hips and little round tits, and the miniskirt was tight around her round ass. Her little naked belly was round and smooth, and it looked soft and touchable. She'd put on make-up, too, heavy lipstick and eye shadow and whatever else. Her hair was teased up and had a silk scarf all up in it somehow. She was barefoot. Brianna was probably a head taller than Kristin, and was wearing a little black dress that was incredibly hot. Her skin is lighter, sort of a coffee with two creams in it color, and the black was a beautiful contrast to it. She had on black stockings and high heel shoes, and when she did a little spin, I could see the seams running up the back of her legs. She ran her hands over her dress, nervously seductive. The dress was low cut up high and high over her knees down low with a black satin bow in between. I could see more cleavage than I'd seen in months. The straps of the dress lay next to her black bra straps, and her shoulders were strong and fine. She had on bracelets and a necklace and earrings and perfume... they both had on perfume. I could smell them from across the room. "Oh my God, I died in the storm and went to heaven," said Sweet. "Now," said my sister, "you guys came a long way to meet women. So we're going to be your bar girls, okay? You just treat us like you would some nice Wisconsin girl you met in a bar." Sweet was already on his feet. "Allow me to be the first to buy you two ladies a drink," he said. Hector was right next to him. "Tequila?" he said, holding up the bottle. "Woooo!" said Kristin, "Shots!" My sister cracked up. I was right behind with five glasses from the kitchen, and we toasted.. "Here's to new friends," said Sweet... and bottomsed up. "Oh, that's good," said Brianna, daintily wiping the corners of her mouth. "I haven't done a tequila shot with boys in a while." "Do another," said Hector. "Don't mind if I do," said Kristin. And we did. "Now this is our table," said Brianna, sitting at the kitchen table, "and you boys are all on the couch." We sat down in a row, while they sat at the table. "Kristin," she said, in a loud stage whisper, "Those boys are checking you out." "They're checking you out," said Kristin. "I'm checking you out, too. You look totally hot." "They were nice to buy us those shots," said Brianna. "We should go sit with them." "Totally," said Kristin. They pushed back their chairs and stood up, bringing their glasses with them. Kristin threw her arm over me and plunked down in my lap, at one end, and Brianna settled into Sweet's lap, at the other, stretching her legs out across Hector in the middle, with her high heels right up on my thigh. Hector began to stroke her knees across those black stockings. Her dress was starting to ride up past her knees, and Hector wanted to help. I slipped my hand around Kristin and up to her waist, touching her bare side. She was warm and soft. "Are you comfy?" she asked me. "Very comfy," I said. "Not yet," she said. She squirmed in my lap. "I can't get comfortable," she said, grinding her ass against my leg. She writhed against me. "You lied, you're not comfy at all. You're all bony." Kristin stood up, leaving a sudden cool where she'd sat. She lifted up Brianna's feet up high. Her dress slid up to her hips, showing that her stockings were thigh-highs with lacy tops and lots of beautiful brown skin above them. Brianna squawked. "Sorry, Bree," she said, and plunked down again, straddling Hector. "Are you going to be more comfy?" she asked him. "I sure hope so," he said. Kristin started writhing back and forth over his legs. His hands were on her hips, over her denim skirt, but the skirt was pushed up almost all the way to her crotch. "Bree!" she said, "This boy's no better than the first one!" "Try leaning forward," Brianna said. "Like this?" said Kristin, pushing her tits up against Hector's chest. "That's not comfortable at all," she said, rubbing them back and forth. "Let me try yours." Brianna stood up and Kristin started crawling across Hector to get to Sweet. Her foot went high up between my legs,almost brushing my cock. Hector patted and cupped her ass as she went past him. She climbed up Sweet, pushing her tits up in his face before turning again, and setting her ass directly against his crotch. "This is good," she said. Brianna pushed in between Hector and me. There wasn't much space, and her hand was right up on my thigh. It was just accidental, but I still hadn't forgotten about the picture in my mind of her laying beneath me, totally nude. I was frozen... she was pressed up against my side from shoulder to knee, but I couldn't do anything but feel her against me. I noticed that Hector had a hand on her leg, set judiciously between knee and stocking top. And then I noticed that he had his other hand between Kristin's legs. My sister turned towards Hector, pressing her ass against me almost up on my lap, and said, touching his shirt, "Ooh, sailor boy. This must be your sea chest. Do you have any tattoos?" Hector's hand had slid up as she turned, and was now right at the top of her thigh-high, touching bare skin. It went just a little higher and she gasped, "Naughty!" and stood up. "Come on, Kristin, let's dance," she said. Kristin reluctantly slid off Sweet, then bounced up. "I love this song!" she said, bouncing happily around. Her tits were bouncing too, and she was shaking her ass. My sister locked eyes with Sweet, and slid the strap off her shoulder... then back up. Rubbing her hands up and down her body, she thrust her chest forward. It was more than I could take. I stood up, too, and started dancing with Kristin. I'm a pretty terrible dancer, but it was really fun. I mean, I knew they were teasing us. But I was drunk. And even if they were teasing us, and nothing was going to happen, they were still the two sexiest women I'd seen in months. Sexiest woman and my sister, I thought, trying to keep the thoughts of Brianna's bouncing breasts out of my mind. Kristin turned her back to me, and I stepped up and started to grind against her. Sweet did the same to Brianna, and the four of us were grinding away, each couple facing the other. Sweet was stroking her shoulders and arms as they danced against each other. Even smiling and laughing, Brianna's face gave her away. She was really turned on by this. Brianna dropped her grind down low, and Sweet went with her, and as she leaned her shoulders forward I could see down her dress, seeing just endless boob swaying and bouncing. That made my cock pay attention, which in turn made Kristin shriek happily and grind a little faster, bouncing her ass up and down against me. When the song changed, Kristin went over to Hector, still on the couch. She started to give him a lap dance, slithering her nice round ass up and down his body. He lay back, giving a huge smile, with his hands on her hips. Then he leaned forward a bit and slid his hands up until they were at the bottom of her crop top. Taking it in his hands, he slid it up as she raised her arms. Now Kristin was dancing in her bra. It was lacy and kind of see through. Hector ran his hands up her bare back, and I could see her shiver. Meanwhile, Sweet had begun to lightly brush against my sister's big tits. He had moved his hands from her shoulders and arms to her sides, and as he slid up and down he slid around forward, too. You could see the fabric slipping up as he went from lightly brushing to gently touching, his hands board flat and making circles over her nipples. When all of a sudden, he softly squeezed, she gasped, and her shoulder straps both slid perilously close to the side. He whispered something in her ear and she laughed, and as his hands slid back down over her body to her thighs, her nipples revealed themselves, making dents through bra and dress both. "Sit up," Kristin ordered Hector. Turning around, she pulled his jumper off. She giggled as it stuck halfway over his head and began to run her hands up and down his bare chest. Hector wriggled, trying to get it off. She flicked his nipples, left then right, left then right. Hector was obviously torn between pulling it back down so he could see, and trying to get it the rest of the way off. He tried to compromise with one eye out of the top while pulling with his arms, all tangled above his head, but couldn't get it. Kristin sucked his nipple, and then he yelled... she'd nipped it. Roaring, he tore his shirt off and scooped her tits out of her bra. Trying to smack him, she laughed so hard she fell on to the floor and sat there, with tears coming out of her eyes. "Whoa!" said Brianna, jumping to her feet and brushing her dress down. I could see Sweet's hand pulling back from far up underneath her skirt. She pulled her straps back up over her shoulders and said, "Krissie!" "Bree Bree!" said Kristin. "I gotta go to the bathroom. Come with!" She grabbed Kristin's hand and hauled her up, making her round little breasts bounce prettily. She pushed Kristin, still waving and laughing at Hector, into the tiny bathroom and shut the door behind her. I was standing up where I'd been dancing, blinking away. Sweet was on one side of the couch, hands still raised. And Hector was on the other, dazed and shirtless. Slowly, Sweet lowered his hands to his lap. Then he said, "Excuse me," and untangled his cock from where it had hardened in some untenable position. "This is fucking crazy," said Sweet. "We got to set some ground rules." "Like?" I said. "Like, can I fuck your sister in front of you, or do you have to go to the other room first?" "They're just teasing," I said. "They're both married." "Not Kristin," said Hector. "Just a nice single mom." "Do you think those kids were born with an anchor tattoo?" asked Sweet. "The girl does respect the Navy," I said. "If I get much more respect I'm going to cum in my fucking whites," said Hector. Suddenly, I needed alcohol to make sense of it all. The sudden vacuum had me sober and uneasy. I upended the tequila bottle, getting a couple more drops. "Cashed," I said. "What's left?" said Sweet. "Any of that vodka?" "Long gone," said Hector. "And you finished it." "Shit, so I did," said Sweet. "There was never much of that bourbon, either. What's left?" The last bottle was on the table, about half full. "Malort," I read off the label. "Anyone try this?" "Go for it," said Hector. When I think back on it, I realize he was hiding a smile. "Pass it over here," said Sweet. I took a big slug and passed him the bottle. He took it and lifted it, then looked at the expression on my face. "What's that," he said. "Kinda... grassy," I said. Sweet took a drink as well. I opened my mouth. "Blagh," I said. "That's terrible." It was getting worse by the second. The aftertaste was going from bad to horrible to war atrocity. It was kind of like eating a mouthful of sour, dry grass, and gradually figuring out that someone had puked on it. "Ohhh, fuck," said Sweet. "That's horrible." "I think the shit went bad," I said. "Malort!" yelled Hector, and cackled again. "That's nasty shit! It's like a bottle of piss with weed in it!" "It's bitter," said Sweet. "I think someone just dried out my mouth with a cardboard box." "Ohh," said Kristin, coming out of the bathroom, "we missed the shots of Malort!" "Who was first? It was Wilson, wasn't it.," Brianna said. I nodded. "Ha! Little brother likes the boooooze." Her skirt was down, her straps were up. Kristin was still in her bra, but she had a serious face. "Okay," said Brianna, "listen up. I have something to say here. Now we all having fun, right? We can keep having fun. Everybody likes fun. I like fun. We just have to..." and she paused for a moment, looking for the right word where the wall met the ceiling. "... ease back the fun. Still have fun, right? But no we're-going-to-regret-this-in-the-morning fun. Drinks and laughs, fun. Grabbing titties, that's regrets. Fun with all our clothes on. Zippers stay zipped fun." "We have buttons, not zippers," said Sweet. "Buttons stay buttoned fun," said Brianna. "Buttoned up fun. Start opening buttons and the fun ends." "Whatever you say," said Sweet, looking sincere. "I am a married woman," said Brianna. "I never met the man, but Imma take your word for it," said Sweet. "That's my little brother," said Brianna, pointing at me. "I love and respect him, and I respect you too," said Sweet. "Are we all okay with this fun kind of fun? We have a deal?" "Deal," we all said. "Bu-ut... " said Sweet, and the two women shot eyes at each other... my sister angry, Kristin amused. He went on ".. if we're going to have drinks and laughs we need drinks. 'cause this shit is barbaric." "I'll get 'em," said Kristin. "I'll come," I said. "No Wilson," said Sweet, "no cumming. None of that kind of fun." Kristin pulled her shirt back on. As we went out the door, I saw my sister warily sit down in the kitchen chair, and Sweet and Hector sit up on the couch. It was a narrow flight of stairs down to the bar. We didn't have to go outside, but the stairs led to an outside door and it was cold. I sobered just enough to feel how drunk I was, weaving a bit as I skipped down the stairs. "Fun!" I yelled, then tripped and caught myself on the railing. Kristin laughed. "You so dru-unk, little brother," she sang. At the bottom of the stairs, she tripped and fell down on her butt. I couldn't stop myself and fell down on top of her. She giggled. "I guess I'm drunk too," she said, and kissed me. I kissed her back. Her lips were full and soft. "Fun," she whispered. "Fun," I whispered back. We made out for a while, in no hurry to get up. Her tongue softly parted my lips, teasing them apart. I slid my tongue into her mouth more roughly, penetrating her lips. "Easy, little brother," she said. "Try it slow. Fun..." I kissed her more slowly, gently entangling my tongue with hers. Our hands explored each other's safer places: arms, shoulders, backs. After a while, her hand slid off my shoulder and down my chest, rimming my navel before diving to loosely encircle my cock. "Fun?" she said. "Fffuuu..." I said. Kristin stroked the tip of my cock through my pants with the tips of fingers. "This is no-regrets fun," she said, and added, "But I never regret anything." I should have stroked her pussy or something but I was so stunned that all I could do was hold myself up with my hands and feel her hand on me. She kissed her way around my chin and cheeks and I think I groaned. She giggled. "Fun," she said, and stood up. "Let's go get the bottles," she said. I stood up and followed her into the bar. It was bigger than I thought, and warmer. It had some kind of full kitchen and a bar that stretched the length of the building. The lights were out, but there was just enough light to see by coming from the streetlight outside. "You can have whatever you want," she said, "but here are the rules. One: open bottles only. Two: nothing off the top two shelves. And three: only two bottles per trip. You know we're going to finish every bottle we bring up, and if we're too drunk to get more, it's time to stop." I looked over the shelves. There were a lot of different bottles, many I'd never heard of before. As I stared, Kristin began to rub my ass. "Take your time," she said. "I'm in no hurry." "Jager," I said, and pulled down a bottle of Jagermeister. Kristin rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you're 18," she said. She reached up to the top shelf and pulled down a long thin bottle I didn't recognize. "I thought nothing off the top shelf," I said. "I work here," she said. Pulling down two shot glasses, she poured two shots. "Try this," she said. We clinked glasses, and I poured it down. Harsh, boozy, but fruity and somehow even sweet. It warmed me all the way my throat and into my belly, heating me from inside. I swear it was the booziest thing, but I felt twenty percent more alert afterwards. "That's good," I said. "Jager," she said, shaking her head. She turned away and reached up to put the bottle back up on the high shelf. Carefully, I slid my hand up her skirt. She had on white lacy underpants. I could feel the texture of the lace stretched over her cheeks. She put the bottle back, then rested her hands on the back counter. I kneeled behind her and slid her skirt up. Then I put my fingers in the waistband of her panties, and slid them down to her ankles. "Fun," I said. Her ass was gorgeous, full and muscular and round, I kissed each cheek, then pushed between them to tongue her asshole. She stepped out of her panties, stepping wider and tilting her hips to raise her pussy up. I licked, experimentally. She had plenty of soft, crinkly hair around her pussy, and she tasted good. I started eating her out in earnest, pressing my face into her ass and my tongue in her cunt. Cheating Sister's Sailor Party "See your sister might suggest that was a little over the line," Kristin said, a little short of breath, "but I don't see... mmm... anything wrong with it. Fun's fun, right? Now suck my pussy, little brother." I licked her for a while from behind, then she turned around and sat right on the counter's edge while I ate her out. Her knees were up to her tits, and her little miniskirt sat around her waist just like a belt. I didn't really know what I was doing, but I wasn't a total newcomer to oral sex. From her moans, it was working for Kristin. When she came, she wrapped her thighs around my head and grabbed my hair. I was briefly worried that I would suffocate as she pushed my face right up to her pussy. Once she came, her breathing slowed again and gradually, she relaxed her grip on me. "Ohh, that was nice, Brianna's little brother. You can lick my pussy an-y-time." Kristin let me go, and lazily stretched out. "We have to do more of that stuff," she said. "Fuck yeah," I said. "You taste so fuckin' good, Kristin." "But we have to get back up now," she said. "Brianna will beat my ass for corrupting her little brother. "Brianna is a little uptight," she went on. "She says she used to party, but since she's married I haven't seen any of it. Her husband is always away working nights, and I just see her sitting down at the bar. She comes down and drinks iced tea with me. We have fun disapproving of the sluts. This was her idea, the teasing and pretending to be them. I'd never have thought of it, but Bree is hilarious. But I think it went too far for her. She told me in no uncertain terms to stop teasing the boys. We couldn't lead them on." Kristin leaned over to me. "Am I teasing you too much?" Kristin whispered in my ear, brushing my cock with the back of her fingers. "Yeah," I said. "Don't stop." "That's not what Brianna says," said Kristin. I think my dick must have jumped a little, because she added, "Ooh! Did you get a little tingle there when I said Brianna?" "No," I said. "I think you did," she said. "That's sick," I said. "So what happened when you guys were alone upstairs, and why did you have to go to the bathroom?" "I just had to pee is all." She leaned into my ear and started whispering, her lips brushing against me. "Brianna titties. Brianna pussy. Brianna ass. Brianna suck cock. Brianna pussy wet for you." I couldn't help myself. As she whispered my sister's name in my ear with all those dirty words, I got harder and harder. "It's 'cause you're rubbing my dick," I said. "That must be it," she said. "Let's try." Dropping her hand, she whispered, "Brianna pushing three fingers in and out of her soaking, dripping, wet pussy. Her little finger, going in and out her asshole. Other hand rub that clitty. She 'bout to cum hard, cum so hard, big sister got little brother on her mind." My dick jumped against my pants like it was throwing itself against a locked door. "Oh my God," said Kristin. "It's 'cause you're whispering in my ear," I said. "Okay," said Kristin. "Whatever you say. But we can't let you go upstairs like that. Your sister is a good girl. She'd never approve of me letting you go up with your dick all popping out like that." She opened my fly, one button at a time, then slid her hand in and pulled my cock out through my underwear. Stroking it softly, she kissed my neck. "Let me suck that nice hard cock for you, get you right again. Can I?" "Yeah," I said. "Yeah who?" she said. "Yeah, Kristin," I said. She pushed her body against mine as she leaned up to my ear again, and whispered, "Call me Brianna." Once again, totally unready, I came. Kristin/Brianna was still at my ear. She felt me shudder and heard me groan and felt my cock flinch and spurt past her fingers. My cum hit the bar sink with a muffled poink. She moaned into my ear as the cork popped on the second gush, urging me to cum for big sister. Unbalanced, I grabbed on to her shirt and bra as I fell over and almost brought her down with me. I finished my orgasm kneeling and gasping, bent over to the sticky tile floor. "Ohhh, my fucking God," I said. Kristin kneeled down next to me. She had left her tit out. "Did you cum all over my underwear?" she asked, fake-indignant. I reached down and picked them up. They had been right in the path of my last few sprays and were half covered in cum. "Uh, yes I did," I said, "Sorry." "Are you okay?" she said, gently touching my arm. "I'm... uh... recovering..." I said. "Sorry not sorry," she said. "You can't tell Brianna ever," I said. "Never," she said. "I'm not kidding," I said. "Seriously. She'll freak. She'll be completely grossed out. She'll never want to see me again." "I won't tell her," she said. "Swear on it," I said. Kristin held her hand up. "I swear I will never tell Brianna about it," she said. I sat back on my butt and leaned against the bar cabinet, with a long exhale. "The last thing your sister needs is more trouble right now," said Kristin. "Bill takes her for granted, like she's just stashed away in this little town. He's always off doing training or whatever. Your sister... she's a good girl, right? I bet she was always a good girl. Working hard, doing homework, helping mom out with you." "Brianna was like a total goody goody when we were kids," I said. "Really nice to me normally, but total disapproval when I was bad. She'd scold me more than Mom would." "Yeah. You're a good girl, you work hard, you stay right, and you get a reward. And now, she's doing the right thing, being the good wife, and nothing comes of it." Kristin looked pensively down the bar. "Me, I'm a dope. I have two kids and no husband, never did. I dropped out of college and I work in a bar and I live in the basement of my ex-boyfriend's mother. I don't know nothing except how to have fun sometimes. But I'll share that with Brianna, as much as she'll take." Kristin stood up. "I talk too much," she said. "But what I'm trying to say is I love Brianna, and that your secret is safe with me. Okay?" "Thank you," I said, and we hugged. "I love her too." We gathered ourselves. Her underwear was nasty with cum and dirt and sticky beer dregs, so she balled them up and put them in her pocket. I buttoned up my fly and picked up the bottle of Jager and a bottle of Jack. At the bottom of the stairs, I kissed Kristin, a friendly peck. Then I had a snort of laughter. "What?" she said. "You made me cum really hard," I said, laughing. "I'll do it again if you're not careful," she said, and flipped up her shirt at me. "After you," I said, making a sweeping gesture up the stairs. "You not fooling anybody, Wilson," she said, "tryin' a look up my skirt like that." I watched her bare ass move under her skirt all the way up the stairs. She gave it a little extra roll for me. At the top of the stairs she turned and flashed her pussy at me, then opened the door and walked in. I was not prepared for what I saw. There, sitting on the couch facing the door, was my sister. Her dress was pulled down, the straps down hanging off her elbows. Her bra was not there, and her nipples were shriveled into tight points. Below the waist, her dress was pushed up high. Her legs were spread wide. One of her thigh highs was on, one off. Her pussy was slick. Sweet and Hector sat on either side of her. Sweet had his shirt off, Hector had his on. Each of them had a drink in his hand, and Hector was holding her underwear. Their pants were around their ankles. Brianna had a hand around each cock. She was squeezing them and twisting them and rubbing them. Her head was rolled back, eyes closed, her face in perfect ecstasy. We stood, staring. Hector saw us, but didn't react. Sweet and Brianna had their eyes closed. I couldn't believe it. My good girl sister was more naked than naked, with a cock in each hand. I stared at her tits and pussy. Her tits were big and soft, with wide cinnamon nipples coming to long, hard tips. Leaning back as she was, they were slightly spread, hanging down heavily. They had little stretch marks up high. Her pussy had natural, kinky hair, but either trimmed or just short against her. The edge of her vulva was a darker brown than the rest of her skin. The lips were mostly inside, with a little pink peeking out. Her clit was tucked away. Her whole body was beautiful. Her thighs were long and round, not too tight and not too flabby. Her shoulders were nicely defined, and her arms were long too... long and strong. Her hair, wisps coming loose from the tight bun, was delicate and soft. But I kept looking at her tits and pussy. I might never see those again, and I couldn't take my eyes off them. "Krissie?" said my sister. "I'm here," said Kristin. "It's not my fault," Brianna said. She kept on squeezing and twisting the two cocks while she talked, not opening her eyes. "I bet them a handjob they wouldn't drink a glass of Malort. I told them if they did, I would jerk both their cocks, but only if they both did. I didn't think they would do it. Well, I had to keep my word. Also I danced for them a little. I just teased them. Teasing them. It's not my fault," Brianna said. "And then... then they were so hard, you know? I just got excited. Sexually. I got wet. They feel so good in my hands. I have two cocks in my hands, and it's an amazing feeling. I get wetter every time I think about it." "It's hot, Bree Bree," said Kristin. "Is my brother there? Is he looking at me all slutting up?" asked Brianna. "Don't worry about it," said Kristin. She stepped in front of me. She was short, a couple of inches shorter than me, so I could see right over her. I stepped up to press up against her, and started cupping and caressing her tits. Her hair smelled good. I kissed it. I kept staring at my naked sister. I could feel my cock getting harder against Kristin's ass. "All right, sailors," said Brianna, "first one to cum gets to fuck me." I took hold of Kristin's hips and pressed my hips into her. Somehow I was already hard again, like I hadn't just cum. Without taking my eyes off my sister, I reached across Kristin's soft belly and unsnapped her skirt. I unzipped the zipper and slid my fingers down her bare belly to her cunt. I just cupped it, feeling the curve and the wetness. We watched. Brianna had opened her eyes. She leaned down to kiss and lick Sweet's cock. Kristin and I both growled as Brianna's lips slid over the head. She kissed it first, her lips slightly parted, and gave it a little lick. Then she went down over it and began sucking him like a total slut. She was still jerking Hector with her other hand. Hector polished off his Malort, and slipped two fingers into Brianna's pussy. Kristin turned around to face me. "You don't seem too traumatized," she said, and kissed me. I kissed her back, pushing her skirt down and cupping her ass. "What I've seen you can't unsee," I said. "I'm not responsible for my actions." She pulled my shirt off and started to work on my pants again. "So many buttons. Didn't I just do this?" "Are you going to suck me?" I said. "No, I'm going to fuck you," she said. I pulled her top off, then fumbled with the back of her bra, trying to find the closure. She got my pants all the way open, then pushed my pants and boxer briefs down over my hips. I could not find the hooks and was searching back and forth across her back. I didn't let go even as she pushed me down on to my butt, straddling me on her way down. I was still searching as she took my cock in her hand and slipped it inside her wet hot pussy. "Wilson," said Kristin. "Let go." I let my hands drop. She unhooked her bra in front and shrugged it off. "Better," she said. And she began to ride me, fucking up and down. "Oh, fuck," she said, "I needed this since the heat came back on." We kissed while we fucked, her holding my face in her hands, my hands gripping her ass cheeks. She groaned and quickened her pace. I rolled her on to her back and started pounding her from on top. If there's one thing I could do sexually, it was fuck hard and fast, and I did. It wasn't long before Kristin was screaming, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" and sinking her nails deep into my ass. Forty thrusts in, she came, and on the forty second, so did I. "Ohhh... you're a hot fuck, baby," she said. I rolled off Kristin, flat on to my back, and caught my breath. This was wilder than pretty much anything I'd ever imagined. There we were, three young sailor guys and two older women, both nearing thirty, just all having no holds barred sex. We'd gone from teasing and dancing to fucking and sucking. I had hoped to maybe make out with a local girl, maybe if I was super lucky. Instead, I'd already cum three times, and the third time was inside a woman I'd just met that day. Kristin kissed me on the cheek. "You get your strength back," she said. "Next time you slow it down a little bit, okay? Otherwise you're going to have a heart attack, and the roads are closed. We can't get to the hospital. So you just slow that sweet fucking dick of yours down and fuck me thorough next time. Really work the corners." "Was I too fast? Sorry." I said. "Oh Wilson baby, that was exactly what I needed. And I think it's what you needed too. Don't ever apologize for getting that nut." She leaned into my ear and whispered, "Now I'm going to eat your sister's pussy. I eat pussy real, real good. I'm going to make her scream. And you know you want to watch. If you're good, you can suck my tongue after and find out what she tastes like." And with that, she stood up and was gone. As much as I might try to deny it, my dick was very, very interested in what she'd said. Man! Really, really interested. And by that, I mean it was hard all over again. I didn't move. I stayed on my back. Seriously, I'd always loved my sister, and never thought about her sexually. Or, like, not really. I might have masturbated into her bra, pilfered from the laundry, or tried to pull her clothes off when I was 10 and we were wrestling. I tried to peek into the bathroom when she was taking a shower. That was just curiosity, though. Even as I was thinking, trying not to sit up and watch her, I was picturing her naked body, those big soft brown boobs... that wet pink little groove... I mean, maybe I was just still curious what it would be like to fuck her. Curiosity isn't so twisted, right? I don't have to give in to it... it's just a feeling. It made me feel a little sick to my stomach, actually, but I couldn't stop imagining her laying on her back and spreading her legs for me, opening up her pussy and guiding my cock in. What would it feel like to fuck my own sister? My stomach might lurch, but my cock wouldn't go down either. I shouldn't look, though. I wouldn't. Of course I looked. Nobody ever died of a funny tummy. When I sat up and started watching, My sister was sitting at the edge of the couch with her legs spread wide, and Kristin was kneeling in front of her and eating her out. Sweet was standing on the couch, with his cock in Brianna's right hand and practically in her face, but just then, between gasps, she was kissing Hector, who was pinching and pulling her nipple. And, I guess, jerking him off too. She broke off the kiss, turned and sucked the pink head of Sweet's brown cock in between her wide, sensuous lips. She pulled him out, a long strand of saliva tying them together, then sucked him in so deep her lips went right up to his pubic hair. I knew my sister was a sexual woman. I'd overheard her talk about boyfriends when she thought I was too little to understand. I'd seen her vibrator when I'd stayed at her place. But this was different. This wasn't some abstract understanding. It was like the difference between reading about a fire, and being in a burning house. I could see, too, how my sister was in charge. Sucking Sweet's cock, then kissing Hector, then grabbing the back of Kristin's head. No one made a move until she did, and then they'd counter. It wasn't Kristin, the happy little slut. It wasn't Sweet, the knowing seducer. It wasn't even Hector, who could basically do anything. Brianna was making this happen. She wrote the screenplay and was directing it and starring in it and even did the costumes. With a subtle prompt from my sister, Hector stood up on her other side and started to feed her his cock as well. Now she had two dicks in her mouth and was rubbing the tips together. My mouth went dry, imagining my cock in there. Hector looked at Sweet with a 'can you believe this' expression, and Sweet smiled back with a long, slow, nod. They each put one hand on the other's shoulder to steady themselves. Brianna sucked Hector for a moment, then turned back and sucked Sweet again. She focused on Sweet's cock, bobbing up and down on it. Hector used the moment to reach over and put a tight grip on Sweet's nipple, giving it a long hard pinch. Sweet just closed his eyes and put his hand on my sister's head. "I'm cumming," Sweet said. My sister pulled her mouth off of Sweet and pointed his cock at herself, and Hector too. The first ejaculation went straight past her and landed with an audible splat on Hector's thigh. The second hit her cheek, almost going into her ear. Sweet groaned, and so did Brianna... I could see that Kristin had redoubled her efforts, and now had fingers ramming in and out of my sister, with her tongue giving long, hard licks to her clit. Sweet came again, this time across her tits and on to Kristin's hair, as Brianna had fallen back on to the couch and was giving in to the onrush of orgasm. She screamed and squeezed Kristin between her thighs, while Sweet dribbled out three or four more bursts on to her tits. Sweet cum slid down between those big tits as they shuddered and bounced, flung every direction by the power of my sister's climax. Sweet slumped down to one end of the couch. At the other, my sister pulled Hector down and climbed on top, riding him to a second cum for herself. Kristin stood up, wiping her lips, and gave me a boy scout salute. Why would she give me a boy scout salute, I wondered. Kristin smelled her fingers, closing her eyes, then opened them and winked at me. I realized that those three fingers had all been deep inside my sister. She took three easy steps across the little room, and held them to my face. They smelled like pussy. I was smelling my sister's cunt while I watched my friend fuck her, her titties bouncing up and down with every thrust. Without thinking, I licked Kristin's fingers. They tasted like pussy, too. Now I knew what my sister's pussy smelled and tasted like. My stomach lurched again, but you couldn't have scratched my cock with a diamond. Kristin took a loose hold of my cock and led me over to the couch. She straddled Hector's face, settling herself as he began to lick her slit. Then she leaned over to where I stood and began to suck me. My sister was still rising up and down on Hector, but being so close I didn't dare look. I couldn't risk that she'd see what Kristin had so easily seen... that Brianna was more than just any naked woman to me. From the way her head was turned as she licked and sucked my cock, I could tell that she was offering it to my sister to share. I couldn't look. Nothing happened. Was she horrified? Offended? Disgusted? I had to know. I slowly turned my head, keeping my eyes closed. She was still bouncing up and down, so she hadn't been driven away. Slowly I opened my eyes. My sister's face is magic while she is being fucked. She glows. Her eyes, softly shaded by eyelids, become dewy and revealing. Her lips are slightly parted, lip gloss smearing across one side. Her head moves counter to her body like an experienced rider on a horse. I was dumbstruck by her beauty, by her sensuality. I stared. And looking up, she stared back. We looked deep into each other's eyes. She was riding Hector's cock and I was filling Kristin's mouth but we were caught, unable to look away.