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Three Sisters

By: rickydean56



All sexual contact in this story was after Ricky turned 18 and all his sisters were older than he was. The exact ages of his sisters at the time of the actual sex were 19, 22 and 23. His poor mom had 4 kids in close to 5 years. Bear in mind folks, this is fiction, no guy could be this lucky. It's just a far out fantasy. I myself wouldn't do my sister no matter how good looking she may be, just my own weird morals I guess but the story came to me as I was writing and I'm guessing the incest part flowed into my mind because I see so much of it on this site. Personally I'm more into non/consent but I just sit down and write, I don't worry too much about what, I just let it flow. And sorry in advance for not describing a petite girl who weighs 105lbs but somehow has a 36DD bust or describing his dick. The whole 8-10 in dick in every story gets a bit old to me. In real life 6-7 is more than the average woman can take without hurting her in some positions. And you don't "open her cervix" without severe complications and pain. Not being a jerk here just explaining why I leave all that out. I personally belong to the "itty bitty titty" club myself. More than a mouthful is wasted although in some cases it does look good. But enough bitching, let's get kinky!

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Ricky was the youngest of 4 kids and was blessed or cursed with 3 older sisters all depending on how you look at it. From an early age he was treated with seeing 3 beautiful girls running around in various degrees of dress or undress. When they were young they would even bathe him, he was their own personal live doll. They would dress him up and he played along, not because he liked it but because they were nice about it. If he didn't play along they treated him mean so he learned to get along. 

As they got passed the doll stage they lost interest in him and he became a bit of a pest. He wanted their attention and would do anything to get some from them even if it was just chasing him out of their rooms. 

After a while he decided that playing computer games was more fun and he started ignoring them. They would tease him from time to time to get a reaction but once he got that puppy dog look in his eye they would go back to ignoring him. 

They were just having fun but it hurt and after a while he caught on and he swore that they would not get to him and it became a challenge to just tune them out. 

If he happened to walk in on them in the bath he just ignored them. They would scream get out and such but he would just go stand at the pot and piss and then leave never once even glancing to see them. 

They became invisible to him, or so they thought. Even his mom started noticing and would even chastise him, telling him to at least acknowledge them when they spoke but still he just tuned them all out. They assumed he was just addicted to his computer. But inside his head, oh no, he noticed everything.

He became so good at seeing things in his peripheral vision that he actually preferred it. Even if looking right at you to speak he would appear to be looking right through you. His mother even took him to the eye doctor to get his vision checked. She thought something was wrong with him. After a while they being teenage girls just dismissed him as weird and ignored him too. The would walk in on him while he was in the shower and take a piss and from time to time he noticed they would even take a dump. 

By the time he was 18 it all became routine and maybe a bit too routine because being in his own little world meant he wasn't paying attention. They may have felt invisible to him but they still noticed him. 

Take the time he was washing himself a little bit too good in the shower and one of them walked in and after sitting on the pot she noticed and at first she looked as if too yell but then again thinking he was tuning her out she just watched. But he saw her, in fact seeing her, knowing she was watching brought him to the point a lot sooner than he expected. Soon he was spewing all over the shower walls. She must have shared this tidbit of information with the others because after a while he noticed that nearly every time he was in the shower someone would come in for some reason or another. 

The more he ignored them the braver they got. One day after just getting in the shower the door came open and Rhonda, the oldest of the 3, pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in. She was totally naked and she just told him she was sweaty and need to rinse off real quick. So he stepped to the side and let her get under the water. She stepped up and brushed him on the way by. Her skin was warm and he felt it all the way to the explosion in his brain but he didn't react. He just stood there. 

She raised her hair above her head using both hands. This opened her up to him like a dream but he just stared right through her. She turned around and around and he knew this was all a test after she, all the while staring right at his face, reached down and spread her legs a bit and rinsed her pussy off. 

He saw it all but never flinched; inside he was shaking. He was afraid he would blow all over her without even touching his dick much less her. But oh he wanted to touch her, he wanted to just grab her and slam her up against the wall and fuck her. Grab those beautiful tits and bite those nipples. Make her scream but he didn't. He appeared to not even notice her. Just waited, much like waiting on an elevator door to open, never looking or really seeing the others around you. 

She actually got a bit pissed judging from the look in her eye but he just stood there like a statue. After she got out he continued with his shower. He did refrain from washing too good, he didn't want one of them to come in and catch him this time. He didn't want her think he was thinking of her while doing it. He would be though, normally he thought of just random bits and pieces but this time he would be thinking of her bits in detail. But he didn't want her to know. 

After that it became common practice for one of them to jump in the shower with him. Always with the pretense of just needing to rinse off before this or that but he knew what they were doing.

Now don't get me wrong, his prick was hard as a rock during all of this but hell it was hard as a rock nearly the whole time he was home. He couldn't control it but he could control the rest of his body so he just kept at it and after a while he got it down. 

His brain finally shut off his prick. He learned that if he found something to get mad about and focused on the anger his prick would stay down so he looked for things to make him angry. He kept the anger out of his voice and actions which were easy being as he seldom spoke to any of them anyway. And while this little trick pleased him it didn't have the same effect on the girls. Now instead of teasing overtly looking at his face for a clue they just flat out stared at his little guy. 

It got to the point to where he started going to bed early and getting up in the middle of the night to shower and clean himself really good and then he would leave before they were up. He enjoyed all the attention but it was getting boring. Hell his mom even got to the point of peeing while he was in the room. Seeing 3 or 4 naked girls walking around the house all day was hard on his concentration. 

One morning he couldn't find anything to keep his anger up and without the anger his prick would wake up so he gave up his computer games and left the house. He roamed around looking for something to entertain him and while walking in the park a few cute girls came walking by him talking and shaking their goodies and he stared right through them. 

Now those girls were used to every set of eyes following them when they walked by and that confused them. It confused them so much they both looked at each other and raised their eyebrows in that questioning way. What was that all about they wondered did he not see us? So they stopped and one of them bent over to tie her shoe while the other casually watched to see his reaction. But he just walked right on by without so much as a glance. 

Now without really meaning to he gave them a challenge. Most of the time every man they passed nearly tripped over his tongue so when this cute boy just walked right by without a glance, well he must be blind. Was he gay maybe? 

Now Ricky was in a quandary, he had never had much luck with the ladies. He had no idea how to talk to them, his sisters berated him for everything he ever did so he just assumed that all girls would do the same. So when these to 2 bouncing beauties came up to him and stopped right in front of him, looked him in the eye and started talking to him he was lost.

Actually he was just waiting for them to berate him for something but he noticed quickly that they were actually just trying to get his attention. Cute girls didn't chase him so he was racking his brain trying to figure out what was going on when the realization hit him that his ignoring them was confused them. 

"This was interesting" he thought to himself, girls got confused too? Well at home he ignored his sisters and by doing so he got to see them naked all the time. Maybe that worked with all girls. So he held his true feelings in check, he wanted so bad to just melt at their feet and lick the sweat off their legs but he just stared through them and waited. 

The girls explained that they were freshman and the local college and they were both 19 and then asked him his name and what school he went to. Then to wanted to know his age and where he lived and blah blah blah so finally he just put his finger to lips of the one talking. 

That age old shushing finger, he then looked her in the eye and told her to hush. He then explained, "I have no idea what you're talking about or why and frankly I don't care, if you want to get my attention you will have to stop giving hints and just flat out ask me. I don't do hints. Do you want me to notice you? Do you want me to desire you? I will not be teased, if you want me then tell me, if not then leave me alone." 

Neither of the girls had ever been talked like that so they were in a state of shock just standing there. So he put his lips on them one at a time and kissed them. Then he just walked off. 

Once he got out of sight he just about melted, his legs where shaking so hard he thought he would fall. He moved off the trail and wandered off into the thicker part of the park. He came up on a large tree lying on the ground so he just sat down and tried to get his brain back in gear. Had he really just kissed two beautiful girls and then just walked off? Where the hell did he get the nerve to do that he wondered. And telling them to let him know if they wanted him to desire them? How arrogant must he sound to them, geez, what the hell was he thinking? 

He was just coming down from the adrenaline rush when he heard someone walking his way. Trying to appear calmer than he was he just leaned against a tree and waited. He wasn't sure of what to do, who would have any reason to be this far back in the woods. Would they wonder the same about him? How would he explain his reason for being here? 

Well talk about a surprise, it was the 2 girls from the trail walking his way. He was shaking inside but on the outside he put on his game face. Waiting was something he learned well at home so he waited. 

They walked up to him and explained how they saw him heading off the trail so they followed him. They assumed he wanted them to follow so they did. 

He sat quietly and watched them, never responded to them. They seemed very nervous yet he could tell they wanted to say something, just didn't seem to have the nerve to do it. So he just kept his voice very calm and asked them if they had something to say.

They both looked at each other and he could see they were both hoping the other would do it so he stepped up and looked at the blond and told her to tell him what she wanted from him. Now he could see that she was shaking, maybe she was a scared as he was. Interesting. 

"Do you want me to look at you? If so where do you want me to look? Is it your ass I'm supposed to stare at or your pretty face? Or do you want me to look at your tits? If you're afraid to say it then just show me. If it's your face then come stand right in front of me, if it's your tits then hold them up with your hands and if it's your ass then turn around and bend over," he couldn't believe he was able to say all that without stuttering but thru it all he kept his game face on. 

She looked at her friend and they both giggled and then her friend asked for her, "What if it's all three?" 

He then replied "Well then if it's all three then you need to come push your tits in my chest and kiss me while putting my hands on your ass." 

After plenty of giggles and looks between them she walked up to him and pulled her shirt over her head and undid her bra. She then moved close and pulled her pants down to her knees. Then she rubbed her bare tits on his chest and took his hands and put them on her ass and kissed him. 

Now he damn near forgot to breathe, he hadn't meant for her to do it naked but then again he wasn't stupid enough to complain either so he kissed her, he even took his hands off her ass which was hard to do and moved them to her face. He then held her face in his hands and kissed her softly and put all the passion he had in that kiss. 

He damn near came in his pants. After a minute her arms wrapped around his neck and held him tight so he lowered his hands back to her ass again and gently squeezed both cheeks and pulled her crotch into his and ground her against his prick. 

How he stopped from cuming he didn't have a clue. 

After what seemed like a lifetime she leaned back from kissing him. His hands were still holding her ass so she just leaned back into his hands and arched her back. She then cupped both her tits in her hands and held them up for him. 

He wanted to hold them but he also didn't want to let go of her ass so he just leaned his head forward and sucked first one then the other and then back again. About the time he was on the 2nd trip across he felt hands on his. They were pulling his hands off her ass but they weren't her hands, she was still feeding him her tits. 

He looked up and her friend was pulling them apart. She never said a word, she just pulled them apart then she stood there and stripped down to her socks and shoes and then she stepped up and started tugging on his shirt. So he lifted his arms and let her take it off and then she reached for his pants. 

Where the strength came from he didn't know but he told her to wait. She stopped and looked at him with a questioning look. So he told her, "If you take my pants off and lean up against me like she did then I'm going to fuck you. If you lay your pussy against me then I'm going to take that as an invitation. If you leave my pants on then I'll just kiss and fondle you. Again, I don't take hints." 

Now the blond was looking flustered so he asked her what was wrong and she explained that she wasn't through yet. It was still her turn, she had wanted to do more. 

So he asked her what else she wanted to do. 

She didn't say a word; she just dropped his pants and then dropped to her knees and put his cock in her mouth. 

Now there was no way he was going to last and he didn't want to look like the virgin he was by cumming too soon. He wanted to stop her or at least slow this down but it was too late. He grabbed her head to pull her away but instead he just gripped her head and hunched his ass and quickly face fucked her for about 3 strokes and blew. 

Oh damn did he blow. He thought his eyes were going to cross all the way around to the back of his head. And give the girl this, she never stopped sucking. He just knew she wanted more. Thankfully the tree was there to lean on or he would have fallen right on the ground. He finally pulled her off and then stood her up and kissed her, really kissed her. He didn't care who's dick she just sucked she deserved a kiss. 

While he was still kissing her he turned her a bit sideways and reached down and ran a finger up her slit. He thought she was going to pull his tongue out of his mouth when he did that. Her hips bucked and before he knew what was happening she came right on his hand. Well at least he wasn't the only one quick on the trigger. 

Now she backed away as fast as she could with her pants around her ankles and then started fixing her clothes. 

Now the dark haired girl looked a bit flustered, she kept looking at his dick which was by no means limp but it had lost its hard. 

He motioned her over and pulled her close. He explained to her that if she wanted to finish what she started to not worry, in fact now that the first one was out of the way he was hoping he could last a lot longer this time. Now that her friend had dropped his pants all she had to do was help him get them off from around his ankles and then he was all hers. 

Now she hesitated a bit so he bent over and started pulling his pants back up. He had them up but not buttoned when she reached out and touched his hands. She slowly moved her head from side to side signaling him to stop. So he stopped and reached for her face. He then took her face in his hands and pulled her to him. He then kissed her and slowly she melted into him. He knew then that she was his to do with anyway he wanted but that wasn't what he wanted. 

After a long kiss he pushed her to arms length and told her the way it was going to be. She was going to tell him what she wanted. Not show him, tell him. 

She didn't think it was fair; her friend got to just show him. "She just got on her knees and started sucking you," she said. 

Well he said, "She caught me off guard, sorry." Then he reached out and to her face and pulled her close and told her "This time he would let her have a break." 

She sighed in relief and then he finished by saying "A break meaning I will let you close your eyes when you tell me. If you want me to suck your tities then tell me, if you want me to rub your clit then tell me. I will probably do whatever you want (what a joke, I'd use my tongue to wipe her ass after a dump if she asked but I'm not telling her that!!) within reason but you have to tell me." 

Oh to be able to read her mind. He could see the turmoil all over her face, she was biting her lip so hard he though she would draw blood. He leaned forward and got close to her and moved his lips to her ear and told her to just whisper what she wanted him to do.

She said "Fuck me" and he could feel her shiver when she said it so he told her "No". Now she just backed up and looked confused so he told her "No I won't fuck you but I will make love to you. I will eat you up and ravish you but no I won't just fuck you, but again you will have to ask. Do you want me to eat you, do you want him suck your tities and lick your pussy?" 

Again he told her to whisper in his ear what she wanted and gently licked her ear and lightly stroked her pussy at the same time. She melted and told him to eat her, to suck her all over, to treat her like a sex toy but just do it and stop talking. 

So he finished striping and then he pulled her close and told her he would treat her like she deserved to be treated, like a queen and then he started kissing her all over. It didn't take long and she was begging to be fucked. In fact she was begging so loud her friend had to come over and put her hand on her mouth. 

He lied on his back and urged her to crawl on. His cock was as hard as it could be and if she wanted to fuck then come show me. She jumped on, damn near broke it she slammed down so hard. She didn't want to be a queen, she wanted to be fucked and if he wouldn't fuck her then she was going to fuck him. Her friend was trying to keep her quiet she was moaning and gasping so loud. 


Three Sisters: A Crazy Lesbian Orgy



Summary: Jasmine and her two sisters cross every taboo line.

Note 1: This is a Valentine's Day 2014 Contest entry...so please vote.

Note 2: This story came about one night when trying to console my sister after a rough break-up. A lot of good food, and exotic wine and the conversation got very, very personal. The dialogue at the restaurant in this story is mostly authentic as best as I could recall it a few days later...the rest of the story as well as the flirtation with the waitress is, of course, fiction.

Note 3: Thanks to Robert, goamz86, Wayne, SimonBrisco and MAB7991 for editing this special story (well special to me).

3 Sisters: A Crazy Lesbian Orgy

Like most great things in life, it happened rather unexpectedly.

Jill, my oldest sister, had caught her boyfriend of over ten years getting head from another guy. Things had not been going well for the past year between Jill and her long time boyfriend, Adam, but this was not something any of us would have ever expected. Adam was a man's man, and apparently that meant having sex with men.

To make matters worse, Jill had caught him just a few days before Valentine's Day. Thus we decided to have a special sister's night out on Valentine's Day. Caroline, the middle child, agreed as her husband was out of town working and, not surprisingly, my husband, Howard, had no problem not going out to an overpriced dinner and instead staying home to watch hockey.

Before I continue this crazy story, I should highlight that although Jill is the oldest and I the youngest, only four years separate all three of us. Mom was a baby making machine, producing Jill, and then, sixteen months later, Caroline and, lastly adorable ol' me just fifteen months after that.

Although we were sisters, I should also note that we all looked very, very different. Jill got the breasts both Caroline and I had wished we had throughout high school and college, but less so now, as we don't have to carry them around all day at work. Jill was also the only blonde, taking after dad, with blue eyes that drew men at will and yet she was the shortest of us at 4'11. And although she wasn't fat, she was big-boned, again like father, and that had always been her insecurity issue. In fact, she is in great shape for 43. That said, usually she was the glue that kept our family together...the one who always had it going right. She was structured, a psychologist not surprisingly, and the one out of us three who dressed for comfort rather than fashion.

Caroline, on the other hand, was Jill's polar opposite. The rebel of the family since high school, she willingly admits that from sixteen to thirty were her 'slut years' (she won't give an official number, but she does admit whatever number we guesstimate...we should probably double that). She loves tattoos, is a brunette with hazel eyes, annoyingly slim, married to a rich banker (we call her 'trophy' to ruffle her feathers, even though she has a job as a nurse and makes very good money) and always wears the latest and hippest fashions. Her insecurity issue is that she never got breasts. I mean, she has them in the most remote sense of the word, but even though she has long legs, a perfect body and tight ass (she works out every day...it would be nice to have a pool in my backyard too), she fixates on her tiny almost non-existent breasts. She has contemplated getting breast implants for years, but so far we have managed to convince her not to.

Then there is me. I am the plain Jane of the group. The shy one; the boring one; the one with kids. Jill didn't have any because Adam didn't want any, and Caroline didn't have any because she learned, after spending a lot of money, that she was physically unable to. I, on the other hand, had three and they fucked up my body good. Besides having thyroid issues, which makes reaching orgasm twice as much work, I have never lost the baby weight, especially in my ass. I have green eyes, brown hair (with tinges of grey if I don't dye it) and an adorable smile. My breasts are an average 34b cup, enough to showcase in the right outfit, but not enough to get much attention. My husband is a leg man and thus doesn't focus much on my breasts. He's more interested in my very toned legs...especially in nylons, which he expects me to wear every day.

My job is very stressful. I am a high school teacher and have to be mentally strong all day, and therefore I like to just let go at home...thus I am very submissive to my husband. Oh, and my biggest secret is that I write erotica on a website called Literotica and not a single one of my friends or family know. My writing over the past three years has covered a variety of genres and themes, with the most common being lesbian and incest. That said, I write fantasy and, truthfully, never considered seriously crossing the line.

Now that you know a little about us, let me get on with my tale. This story is actually about how the three of us crossed a line that we never even considered crossing until that fateful night that I am about to describe.

Caroline had insisted we all get dolled up for our 'Valentine's No Men' evening as she booked us a table at the most expensive restaurant in town. Again, it must be nice to have connections and money. Caroline, being Caroline, insisted we meet her Thursday evening to go clothes shopping...her treat. By the end of the evening, each of us had a dress that you would wear purely to draw attention, with matching heels and new lace undies. It cost over two thousand dollars but Caroline shrugged it off by insisting money is made to be spent. Jill joked it wasn't her money, to which Caroline countered, "All the more reason to spend it."

On Friday, Caroline again insisted we meet right after work, this time at her favourite hair salon where we got our hair, nails and make-up done. By the time we arrived at the restaurant, we had already polished off a bottle of wine and looked like three elegant cougars on the prowl. I was in a red dress, with a black belt that showcased every curve I had (the good and bad), with matching four inch heels and beige pantyhose that really did accentuate by best asset, my legs.

Jill was in a multi-coloured dress that was longer than mine but tighter on the top, making her breasts the obvious attention spot for our waiter or waitress.

Caroline, of course, was in a gold gown, with a side slit that showed off a ton of leg and the fact she was wearing thigh high stockings rather than pantyhose.

I asked, as we drank cocktails at the bar while waiting for our table to be seated, "Aren't thigh highs a little provocative for such an outfit?"

"Cameron insists I only wear thigh highs as it gives him quicker access to the goods." She shrugged, adding, "His words not mine."

I often wore thigh highs for Howard for the exact same reason, but I wasn't one to openly share my sex life. Instead I shrugged, "Whatever floats your boat."

Jill joined in, "I never wear pantyhose, I hate them."

Caroline said, "They are like make-up, or heels, just another way to enhance your look."

"They are uncomfortable," Jill said, before adding, "plus I always get runs in them."

"First, that is why I wear thigh highs, they are very comfortable. Second, if you buy quality hosiery, like Wellford's, they last forever and you feel like you are wearing silk...because you are."

"If you say so," Jill shrugged.

"I am so making you try some on when we get back to my place!" Caroline said.

Jill agreed, because it is always easier to agree with Caroline, "Whatever you say."

Caroline smiled, "Excellent, you are finally learning."

"Just trying to shut you up," Jill countered.

Caroline laughed, "I just aim to please."

Jill quipped, "That is why you were so popular in high school."

"And college," I added.

"Jealousy," Caroline said, all sing-song, knowing it was true and also letting us know she was fine with her slutty past.

A cute host led us to our table and it was obvious he was overwhelmed by the three of us. He stared at Jill's cleavage, my legs and Caroline's everything.

Once we were seated, Caroline asked Jill, "Are you ready to jump on the horse again?"

"God no!" Jill said dramatically, "Men are currently off the menu."

"Does that mean you are switching sides?" Caroline asked playfully.

Jill shrugged, finishing her drink. "It couldn't be any worse than being with a man."

"It's not worse, it's just different," Caroline revealed, surprising both of us.

"You have dyked out?" Jill asked, surprised.

Just before Caroline could reply, our waitress, a cute blonde in her early twenties, arrived at our table.

"Hi, my name is Emma and I will be your server for the evening," she greeted.

"Good evening, Emma," Caroline replied, obnoxiously like she always is.

"Good evening, ma'am," Emma replied politely.

"Ma'am," Caroline gasped as if she had been greatly offended. "I am no ma'am!"

The poor girl went red, obviously not used to such a response. She stammered, "S-s-sorry."

Caroline smiled, "I'm Caroline or Goddess of Beauty, you may choose."

Emma smiled, quickly playing along. "Can I get the Goddess of Beauty something to drink to start?"

"Yes, a bottle of your best wine," Caroline answered.

"Of course, will that be all?" Emma asked.

"For now," Caroline smiled warmly.

Emma left and Jill scolded, "That was a bit much."

Caroline smiled, "Just warming her up for you."

"She is half my age," Jill said, flabbergasted by the suggestion.

"The young ones are usually the most eager to please, or at least the easiest to train. Well, them and married women with husbands who neglect their sexual needs, of course," Caroline shrugged.

I asked, trying to be crude, "Have you eaten cunt since you got married?"

"Is the sky blue?" she answered.

I joked, today being a cloudy miserable day, "Not today."

"Fine, are Jill's tits huge?" Caroline rephrased.

Jill quipped, "Especially in this ludicrously tight dress you made me wear."

"You're getting laid tonight. If not by some college stud with a big cock who can get it up five times, by some sweet lesbian or bisexual," Caroline boldly predicted.

"How can you tell if a girl is a lesbian?" I asked.

"That is hard sometimes, but almost all girls, especially younger ones like our Emma there, are bisexual...it is the new 'in' thing," Caroline explained.

"It's 'in' to suck cock and eat cunt?" I asked.

Caroline laughed, "Where did that nasty mouth of yours come from?"

"I learned from the best," I shrugged.

"We will see if that is true," Caroline said, her tone ominous in a way I couldn't explain. "And trust me, it is 'in' to be bisexual."

"If you say so," I said, the conversation getting a bit uncomfortable. I had fantasized about women for the past three years: mostly younger girls who I fantasized would seduce me and make me their pet teacher. On occasion I would see a black woman and get wet wondering what it would be like to submit to a black woman or a black man for that matter. Yet, that was the reality of fantasy...it was just fantasy.

The thoughts of making my fantasy a reality really changed when a new teacher, Amber Addison, started at school. She was young, fun, beautiful, black, and seemed to flirt with me. She told me how good I looked most days, squeezed my shoulder and arm on many occasions and even put her hand on my leg at the bar during one of the Friday night happy hours. Although nothing had happened, she had definitely triggered my curiosity. My masturbation fantasies of late had not been of my husband, or a gangbang (another secret fantasy of mine) but of Amber seducing me and making me hers.

"Oh my God, Jasmine, you have a crush on someone," Caroline accused.

"I do not," I quickly refuted, even as I felt the heat in my cheeks rising.

"Have you already eaten pussy?" Caroline asked.

Thankfully, I was saved by the waitress who brought us some stupidly expensive wine which she poured for each of us. As she leaned forward, I noticed her breasts were quite voluptuous as well, although not as big as Jill's. After she poured the wine, she also took our appetizer orders.

Once she was gone, Caroline repeated her question, although with a little less frankness. "Is this just a crush or has it already become something more?"

"I would never cheat on Howard," I answered, avoiding the question thus putting automatic admittance in the mind of Caroline.

"Oh my God, Jasmine, you are such a Leave it to Beaver woman," Caroline accused.

"Why, because I am loyal and traditional?" I asked, getting annoyed by my sister's overbearing personality.

Jill chimed in, "Leave Jasmine alone."

"I am just saying it is not cheating if you are just eating cunt or getting your cunt munched by another female," Caroline said.

"Oh I can't wait to hear this logic," I sarcastically responded, even though part of me was curious, particularly with my crush on Amber.

"I would never cheat on Cameron with another guy," Caroline began.

"How 1950's of you," I said, unable to hold back my sarcasm.

Jill giggled as she finished another glass of wine.

"On the other hand, having a little lesbian rendezvous is completely kosher," Caroline said.

"Because?" I asked.

"Because my husband doesn't have a cunt. He can't provide the lesbian experience," Caroline answered.

"So eating pussy, not cheating," I clarified. "Sucking another man's cock, is cheating."

"Exactly," Caroline nodded, as if that cleared up everything.

"Does the lesbian fucking you with a strap-on count as cheating since your husband does have a cock?" I asked, trying to poke holes in her bizarre theory.

"That is a grey area," Caroline answered. "But I can't say I haven't been on both the giving and receiving end of a nice strap-on." Finishing her wine, she looked around to see if the waitress was coming, before she answered, "Can you keep a secret?"

"Of course," Jill and I simultaneously replied. Although we were both disturbed by our sister's slutty behaviour and obnoxious personality, we did seem to live vicariously through her wild nature. Plus, judging by her tone, this was going to be a doozy of a reveal.

"Do you know what pegging is?" Caroline asked.

"No," Jill and I simultaneously answered, both of us leaning forward to hear Caroline's suddenly more discreet voice; although truth be told I did know what 'pegging' was through my writing.

"Are you ready to order?" Emma asked, making all three of us jump.

"I think we are," Caroline answered, smiling. Each of us ordered while an older gentleman brought us our appetizers.

Once we were alone again, Caroline filled each of our wine glasses and said, "A toast."

"To what?" Jill asked.

"To sisters who don't do this enough," Caroline answered.

"Agreed," I said, raising my glass.

"Fair enough," Jill agreed, raising her glass too.

We clanked our glasses, giggled like school girls and each shot half our glass of wine.

"To a crazy night," Caroline added, finishing the glass she had just poured.

Not wanting to be outdone, I finished my glass of wine as well...I was now well on my way to being drunk. "More," I requested, handing my glass to Caroline.

"Is our baby sister getting a little wild tonight?" Caroline asked.

"Maybe," I shrugged coyly.

Caroline poured herself and me another glass as Jill inquired, "So what is pegging?"

"Are you sure you are ready for this?" Caroline asked.

"You can't start a story and not finish it," I said.

"Fair enough," Caroline said. "Pegging is when the girl, wearing a strap-on, fucks a man in the...."

"Ass?" Jill asked, her eyes going big.

"Do you peg Cameron?" I asked, the thought of her big burly husband taking a strap-on in the ass both disturbing and hot.

"I told him if he wanted my ass I got his," Caroline smiled, revealing yet another naughty aspect of her life.

"You take it up the ass?" Jill asked, clearly overwhelmed by all these sexual revelations.

"Oh fuck yes; it is the ultimate act of submission. Giving in to the ultimate taboo and giving complete trust to your lover," Caroline explained. "Plus, once you get used to having a cock in the ass it really feels fucking amazing."

"I would never," Jill said.

"Never say never," Caroline smiled.

"Oh, I'm pretty confident," Jill countered.

I recalled my ex-fiancé, Mike, taking my ass and although I didn't enjoy it the first time, I soon began to crave it and would beg for Mike to fill my ass with his cum. Of course, this was not something I planned to ever share with my sisters...nor was it something a gentleman like Howard would ever think to do to his wife...unfortunately.

I tried it once years ago," Jill admitted, "but it hurt too much."

"Oh, it takes patience and lube and a lot of wine the first time," Caroline smiled.

"When was the last time you took it up the butt?" Jill asked.

"Last weekend," Caroline answered freely with no shame at all.

Jill sighed. "I haven't been laid in six months and you get it in the butt."

"Really? Six months? I would die," Caroline said, as if she were told she had six months to live.

I joked, looking at Caroline, "Does anal sex count as sex?"

"Of course, so does oral," Caroline replied.

"Well, in that case he has had sex with me, but not vice versa," Jill said.

"You give him head, but he doesn't reciprocate?" I asked.

"He will just walk over to me and shove his cock in my mouth," Jill admitted, tears starting to roll.

"Oh, honey," I said, moving to her, even as I tried to figure out how someone so strong as Jill could be used so easily.

Caroline said, "What happens once he shoots his load?"

"Caroline, enough!" I sternly said, giving Jill a big hug.

Jill, between tears, admitted, "Either he comes in my mouth or shoots his cum all over my face or tits. He loves coming on me."

"Wow," Caroline said. Even she was surprised.

"But he thinks eating pussy is gross and he doesn't really like having sex," Jill continued.

"He thinks it's okay for you to give him head and not give it back?" I asked. "What an asshole."

"That is a fucking understatement," Caroline said, before adding, "plus, eating pussy is not gross but rather a sweet, sweet delicacy."

"Oh for Christ's sake, Caroline," I said, frustrated that Caroline never knew when she went too far.

"I am just saying, it is just a pathetic excuse by a pathetic man," Caroline said.

Just then, Emma arrived with our meals. Noticing it was an awkward situation, she handed us our meals and asked, looking at the almost empty bottle of wine, "More wine?"

"For sure," I said, thinking getting Jill shit-faced was definitely in the cards.

Emma left and for a few minutes we ate and drank in silence. As I ate, I tried to figure out how Jill, the strongest of us, could be submissive to a dick like Adam. The thought of Adam walking over to her all pretentious and shoving his cock in her mouth was so shocking and yet, truth be told, the thought of Howard doing that to me was quite a turn on. Howard was a gentleman though, and never caught on to the obvious reality that I was submissive no matter how much I hinted.

My ex-fiancé, Mike, was a dominant man who knew exactly what I needed sexually. I remembered the time he walked into my apartment, walked up to me, put his hands on my shoulders and guided me onto my knees. I sucked him, as expected, swallowing his load before he fucked both my pussy and ass. And then I remembered other times when I had submitted to him like when he made me blow him during Christmas at my parent's house, with both my sisters asleep in the same room; or when I had to suck his cock under the table at a restaurant, and again at a Broadway play; or the time I had to ride him in the back of a taxi.




Three Sisters: A Crazy Lesbian Orgy



I missed the clear-cut-man-in-charge relationship I used to have, although I didn't miss the lack of emotion and conversation that had also been a part of it. Yet, I do often yearn to be face-fucked, forced to do something naughty in public, or to feel a cock in my ass again. Being a teacher, I always have to be in control, and thus having a man just take control in the bedroom is a major turn-on.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Caroline asked.

"What?" I replied, drawn back into reality.

"You seemed to be in la-la land," Caroline said.

"Oh, I was just thinking of the past," I answered honestly.

"Mike?" Caroline properly guessed.

"Maybe," I shrugged.

"He had you as whipped as Adam apparently has Jill," Caroline said.

Jill snapped, "I wasn't whipped."

"You were his personal live-in cum deposit," Caroline said bluntly, again not one to beat around the bush.

"Says the girl who takes it up the ass," Jill countered.

"Not because I am submissive, but because I enjoy it. Plus, remember I give and receive," Caroline reminded us.

Drunk enough to say it, I said, "I can't believe Cameron takes it up the ass."

Jill said, "I can't believe my boyfriend is a faggot either, but, hey, life is full of surprises."

I had to laugh. "Who would have thought that my Howard is the manliest of the three of our men?"

Caroline laughed, "Do you actually believe that?"

"Well, Adam is a faggot, quoting Jill, and your man takes it in the ass," I pointed out.

"Well, my man satisfies me sexually and knows exactly what I need," Caroline countered. "Can you say Howard does that for you?"

I could feel the harsh truth of her words as Mike's dominant persona and Howard's oblivious always-a-gentleman persona were polar opposites. I loved Howard more than I had ever loved Mike, yet Howard didn't come close to sexually satisfying me the way Mike had.

I feigned ignorance, "I have no idea what you are implying."

"Mike, Mike and Mike," Caroline smiled. "He was a dominant persona."

"And?" I asked, continuing to play stupid.

"And although you love Howard, you miss the strong firm personality of Mike because you, my dear sister, are..." she paused.

"Annoyed?" I answered.

"Submissive, like Jill," Caroline correctly assessed.

"Riiiiight," I replied, denying her truth.

Jill sighed. "Enough of the psychoanalysis. I'm the doctor here."

"And you solve everyone else's problems, but not your own," Caroline pointed out just as Emma returned to enquire about dessert.

"Can I get you ladies anything for dessert?" Emma asked.

Caroline looked at both Jill and I before asking, "That all depends, are you on the menu?"

Emma blushed bright red as she answered, "No, but the chocolate mousse is to die for."

"Well I'd rather have something more natural," Caroline said dripping with flirtation, "but I guess that will have to do."

Emma left and Jill gasped, "I can't believe you just hit on our waitress."

"I can't believe she rejected me," Caroline said, not used to being rejected.

"I guess everything happens sooner or later," I quipped.

"We will see if that is true later," Caroline answered, with the same ominous tone as before.

Emma came back with our dessert and we again all ate in silence.

A couple of minutes later, Emma returned with the bill and Caroline giggled when she looked at it.

"What? Even more than you expected it to be?" I asked.

"Yes, Cameron is going to shit when he sees the bill, but look at this," Caroline said.

Taking the bill, I saw a note from Emma.

Off at one

Emma (with a heart after the a)

Just below, she included her number.

"Wow," I said, she hasn't been rejected.

"I never get rejected," Caroline said confidently.

"So it seems," Jill laughed.

Half an hour later, we were at Caroline's house and now on our fourth bottle of wine.

"So was Adam always only into oral?" Caroline asked.

"He has always enjoyed oral the most, but he at least would return the favour or fuck me to orgasm," Jill admitted.

"On the bright side you must give amazing head for him to prefer your mouth to your cunt," Caroline pointed out.

"I hate that word," Jill grimaced.

"Head?" Caroline asked, playing innocent.

"The 'c' word," Jill said.

"Cunt...really?" Caroline said, enjoying causing her oldest sister stress. She then added, "Although I love giving head, my gag reflex makes it difficult."

"Super-slut has a sexual deficiency," I quipped.

"I still give head, but I really have to focus and almost always gag when he shoots his load down my throat," Caroline admitted, before adding, "but I am a trooper and always make sure to leave my man completely satisfied."

"I love giving head," I admitted, "especially the feeling of a cock growing in my mouth. Not a big fan of swallowing, but thankfully Howard is more of a cum in the cunt type of guy."

"You too?" Jill said, again wincing at me saying cunt.

"Sorry," I shrugged. "Must be the wine."

"Oh, that reminds me," Caroline said, standing up and going to her room.

Jill asked me, "What was that about?"

"Who knows? Maybe she needed to go and have a quick orgasm," I joked.

"She probably would leave us to get herself off," Jill laughed.

Caroline came back with a couple packages. She handed one to Jill. "Put these on."

"Why?" Jill asked. "I told you I hate pantyhose."

"First, they are thigh highs, and, second, they are Wolfords," Caroline said.

Moving to me, Caroline put her hand on my pantyhose clad knee. "Oh yuck, where did you buy these? Walmart?"

"Yes," I admitted, embarrassed by my lack of purchasing power for nice things.

"I brought you a pair too," Caroline said, handing me a pair.

Curious what expensive nylons would feel like, I said, "Fine, I'll put them on."

Jill, who hadn't yet put hers on, watched as I quickly yanked off my pantyhose and began putting on the expensive silk thigh high stockings. As soon as I slid one stocking up my leg, I let out an accidental moan. "Oh my, these are the softest nylon stockings I have ever felt. Jill you have got to try them on."

Jill did and soon we both had thigh high stockings on.

"So?" Caroline asked, looking at Jill.

"They feel nice," Jill said, moving her hand up and down her leg.

"Plus, the mocha color really hides how white you are...well, like all three of us are," Caroline explained.

Jill agreed, "They really are nice."

"They are another tool of seduction," Caroline said before turning to me. "Now, Jasmine, I realize it is your turn," Caroline said.

"For what?" I asked.

"So I admitted my cocksucking deficiency and Jill has admitted her submissive nature, what about you, baby sister," Caroline said. "What is your sexual weakness?"

"Well you already know I was submissive to Mike and I miss it sometimes," I admitted.

"We all knew that already," Caroline smiled. "Something we don't know."

I sighed. "Well, I have never had an orgasm from intercourse, nor can I have multiple orgasms."

"You have never come from getting fucked?" Caroline asked crudely.

"I only get off from oral sex, and only once each session," I admitted.

"You poor girl," Caroline said, "that needs to change."

"Do you have a magic wand? I joked.

"Actually, I do," Caroline laughed. After a pause where she seemed to be thinking about something, conniving perhaps, she changed topics completely, as she suggested, "Let's play truth or dare."

"Really? We are not teenagers anymore," Jill said.

"But it's nice to live it up once in a while," Caroline countered.

"I'm in," I shrugged, figuring what the hell, it's just the three of us.

"Fine," Jill reluctantly agreed, although it was obvious she wasn't really excited about playing.

"Jasmine, truth or dare?" Caroline asked.

"Why me first?" I protested.

"Because you're the youngest," she rationalized.

"Fine, truth," I chose.

"Spit or swallow?" Caroline asked.

"Swallow, of course," I replied, smiling.

"Slut," Caroline quipped playfully.

"Takes one to know one," I shot right back. Turning to Jill, I asked, "Truth or dare?"

"I have shared too many truths with you two already today, so dare, definitely dare," Jill answered.

I thought about this a while before a naughty, yet fun, dare popped into my head. "I dare you to give head to the empty wine bottle and take as much of it in your mouth as you can."

"Really?" Jill asked, almost certainly surprised it was me who made such a dare.

"I'm curious just how good a cocksucker you are," I explained.

"Oh, I am very, very good," Jill smiled, reaching for the bottle.

Caroline and I watched, both stunned our conversation had gotten so intimate, as Jill took the empty wine bottle and began putting it in her mouth. Jill, her eyes closed, slowly moved the bottle in and out of her mouth, each forward movement taking more and more of the thin bottle neck in between her lips.

Neither Caroline nor I spoke as we watched a silly dare turn into a rather intimate act. Jill treated the wine bottle like it was a real cock. She bobbed back and forth on the long glass fake cock, she swirled her tongue around the top of the bottle before returning to taking a shocking amount of the bottle in her mouth.

I looked to Caroline, whose eyes were big, as she mouthed, 'Holy shit!'

I nodded, as I returned my gaze to watching my oldest sister give fellatio to a wine bottle.

In reality, Jill only sucked the bottle for two or three minutes, but it seemed like so much longer. Taking the bottle out of her mouth, Jill turned to Caroline and asked, acting as if she didn't just perform fellatio on a wine bottle, "Truth or dare?"

Caroline responded, "Wait, wait, wait! That was very impressive."

"I told you, I do it a lot," Jill shrugged.

"You took a silly task and made it super erotic," Caroline said, clearly impressed.

"I try," Jill shrugged.

"No wonder Adam wants blow jobs all the time," I added.

Caroline laughed, "I would have gagged for sure."

"Me too," I concurred.

"Practice makes perfect," Jill smiled. "Truth or dare, Caroline?"

"Truth," Caroline answered.

Jill didn't hesitate. "Have you been with any women we know?"

"Yes," Caroline answered.

"And?" Jill asked.

"And what?" Caroline asked coyly.

"Whose pussies did you eat that we know?" Jill asked crudely, so very unlike her.

"A few," Caroline answered back, still not answering the question.

"Tell us," both Jill and I demanded in unison.

"I answered the question," Caroline shrugged.

"But you can't leave us hanging," I protested, curious as hell.

Jill added, "You can't just reveal such a juicy piece of news and not finish."

After a pause, Caroline said, "Tell you what. You each do three straight truth or dares and I will share my dirty little lesbian secrets."

"Come on," I pleaded, wanting to know.

"Fine, I'm in," Jill said.

"Me too," I agreed with a dramatic sigh.

Looking at me smiling, Caroline asked, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," I answered again.

"Are you submissive to Howard?" Caroline asked.

"I try, but he is pretty oblivious," I admitted.

"I knew you were with Mike, but wasn't sure Howard had it in him," Caroline smiled, looking at Jill. "Two subs and a domme."

Jill protested, "I'm not submissive."

Caroline laughed, "You are the prototype for submissive in denial."

"You're psychoanalyzing the psychologist?" Jill asked.

"Just like Jasmine, you are always firm and strong at work, thus you want others to make decisions for you at home. That is why you allow Adam to shove his cock in your mouth because although it pisses you off royally to be treated like that, it also turns you on."

Jill didn't say anything.

"Dare," I said, trying to draw the attention away from Jill.

Caroline pondered a moment. "I dare you to kiss Jill for a minute."

Jill surprisingly didn't protest but instead bargained, "But that counts as one of my three as well."

"Fair enough," Caroline shrugged, surprised how quickly Jill agreed.

I looked at Jill, who broke the awkwardness by saying, "Come kiss me, Boo Boo."

Boo Boo was my nickname when I was younger, one that was used to remind me I was the youngest and I laughed, "I haven't heard that nickname in years."

Jill closed her eyes and puckered up, purposely looking ludicrous. I was laughing when I reached her and still giggling when our lips met. Yet, the instant our lips touched my giggling stopped. I couldn't believe how soft her lips were. I was expecting little pecks, but our lips never left each others as the original awkwardness shifted to intimacy. I forgot she was my sister and when her tongue explored my mouth, I assumed she forgot I was her baby sister, too.

I responded with my tongue exploring her mouth as our hunger, passion and urgency increased the longer we kissed. I could feel a wetness down below, something that never happened to me from just kissing. Maybe it was the taboo of kissing my sister, maybe it was the incredible softness of her lips or maybe it was all the wine and sex talk, but my body was on fire.

Caroline's voice brought both of us back to reality. "I could watch you two all night but I have more dares and truths to use."

Jill broke the kiss, looking at me with the same confused 'Wow! That was amazing' look that I had on my own face.

I smiled, trying to make light of our rather intimate moment, "I bet we got our lesbian sister jealous."

"First off I am not a lesbian, but bi. Secondly, you two were making out like horny teenagers for over three minutes," Caroline countered.

"We were not," I protested, even though time had seemed to stand still during the brief kiss.

"My phone backs me," Caroline said, showing us her phone and us kissing.

"You taped us!" I exclaimed, even though it was obvious she had.

"I wanted you two to have a real memory of your first girl-girl kiss," Caroline said, before asking me, "Truth or dare?"

"Definitely truth, who knows what you will be daring me to do next," I quipped.

"Are you the Literotica author Jasmine Walker?" Caroline asked, throwing a bombshell question to me.

I stammered, giving away my answer without actually answering it, "W-w-why would you think that?"

"Your lack of denial is answer enough," Caroline smiled. "Although I got to say I am a little hurt you have never written a lesbian sister story considering all your lesbian and incest stories."

"How did you know it was me?" I asked, denial being futile.

"Well, the story 'A Night of Unconditional Surrender' was the first story where I wondered, especially when you used both your real names. Plus, the picture you use is from your college days and I remember the dress even though I don't recognize the couch and your face is covered. Then I searched your iPad and read your notes and my suspicions were confirmed," Caroline explained.

"You write porn?" Jill asked.

Caroline added, bragging like a proud parent, "Actually, she is the most favorite author on the website."

"I like to call it erotica," I countered, thinking my writing was more than just porn, with character development and believable plots (well, for porn) and somehow feeling proud that Caroline knew how distinguished I was in the field of erotica.

"Wow, it's always the ones you least expect," Jill said, clearly shocked by the revelation.

I exclaimed, "Isn't that serial killers? Anyways, Howard is gone a lot and I started writing fantasies and published one and got addicted to the comments and e-mails."

"How many stories have you written?" Jill asked.

"I don't know, over a hundred," I said, although I thought it was over a hundred and twenty.

"And what do you write about?" Jill asked, very curious of my prolific secret writing career.

"Lesbian, incest, gay, orgies, she-males, younger-older, submission, blackmail, anal, humiliation, just to name a few," I explained casually as if I were discussing the weather.

"Truth or dare, Jill?" Caroline asked, eager to continue her power trip of revelation.

"I'm still coming to grips with the fact that my middle sister is bisexual and my youngest writes erotica," Jill said.

"Truth or dare, my sister-kissing sister," Caroline smiled.

Jill's face went red as she choose, "Truth."

Caroline laughed, "Scared what I would make you do next?"

"Petrified," Jill smiled, getting into this sick twisted game of truth or dare.

"Did your cunt get wet during your marathon make out session with your baby sister?" Caroline asked.

Hearing the question, I was instantly curious. Did the kiss impact her the same way it did me?

Jill, trying to be strong to not be bested by Caroline, answered, using the hated c-word I had never heard her use, "Yes, my cunt got very wet from Boo Boo's kiss."

"Dare or dare?" Caroline asked.

"Hmmm," Jill pondered. "I guess dare."

"Come kiss me," Caroline dared.

Jill shrugged, acting confident (wine will do that), she asked, "That's it? I was expecting something a little more extreme."

"Oh, we are just getting started," Caroline said, as she snapped her fingers for Jill to come.

"What am I, your puppy?" Jill asked, even though she began moving to Caroline.

"No, more like my little pet," Caroline quipped back, reminiscent of lines from many of my stories.

Jill reached Caroline and leaned in to kiss her. I was instantly jealous, feeling left out which, of course, was absurd. Unlike my kiss with Jill, Caroline was clearly the aggressor. She moved her hands and cupped Jill's breasts while assumedly French kissing. I wished I would have been aggressive enough to feel up Jill. Yet, unlike many of my protagonists in my stories, the real me is shy, reserved and conservative.

The kiss lasted a couple of minutes before Caroline broke it.

I instantly demanded, "Spill the beans, whose cunt have you munched on that we know?"

Caroline smiled, "You sure you want to know? Some are people you know very, very well."

"Tell us!" Jill and I screamed in unison, just as Jill returned to her chair and downed the rest of her wine, her face beet red.

"Fine. The first was Mrs. Poole, then Mrs. Waters, then some girls in high school including Tara," Caroline revealed.

"My best friend Tara?" I interrupted. I was curious how she ended up having sex with Mrs. Poole, our school principal in high school, and Mrs. Waters, our chubby sweet next door neighbour, but the thought she had sex with Tara, my best friend, was crazy.

"The one and only," Caroline smiled.

"How?" I asked.

"I ordered her to come to my room after you were asleep during Christmas when I was home from college. She obeyed, and became a very good little cunt-licker," Caroline explained.

"I don't believe it," I gasped. Tara was a mother of four now. The thought of her with Caroline was incomprehensible.

Caroline smiled, adding fuel to the fire. "We still get together every month or two."

"You still see her?" I asked, even though the answer had already been given.

"She is still my submissive pet," Caroline revealed. "She obeys without hesitation."

"Wow!" Jill said. "I'm more stunned by Mrs. Waters."

"Oh she is the most submissive woman I have ever met, besides maybe you two," Caroline said. "There are more, by the way."

Both of us should have been insulted by Caroline's accusation but curiosity overwhelmed humility. "Just tell us," we both demanded.

"Well there was my old roommate Becky, which probably isn't much of a surprise, Professor Hamilton, who loves licking assholes, Jamie Wolfe a couple weeks ago, and the big reveal," she paused, drumming on the table for dramatics.

Becky was a slut, I didn't know Professor Hamilton, but Jamie, who was in my class back in high school, was our reverend's daughter and was currently eight months pregnant. Yet, the pause implied we were in for an even bigger shock.




Three Sisters: A Crazy Lesbian Orgy



"Marilyn," Caroline revealed.

"Aunt Marilyn?" Jill asked.

"Our mother's sister?" I asked.

"The one and only," Caroline smiled.

Marilyn was ten years younger than our mom, an 'oops' grandma said (although a pleasant oops), and like Caroline, was in the upper class social circle, as she was married to the CEO of some oil company. She was beautiful and a complete bitch.

"That is incest," Jill said.

"So was you making out with me and Jasmine," Caroline pointed out. "She is also my most obedient pet at the moment. If I call her now she will be here in thirty minutes, ready to please me."

"No way," I said.

"Want me to prove it?" Caroline asked.

It was obvious she was telling the truth and, horny as hell and curious to see that bitch put in her place, I said, "Yes, I do."

Caroline reached for her phone and texted our aunt. As we waited for a response Jill asked, "How did you get that bitch, wait, no, why would you want that bitch Marilyn?"

"Partly because she was such a bitch to mom and us growing up and partly because I love seeing hot women submit to me," Caroline shrugged.

"Well, this is the strangest Valentine's Day ever," I said.

Jill laughed, "Better than being home alone with Ben and Jerry's and my Meg Ryan collection."

Caroline's phone buzzed and she read it to us. "Be there in an hour, Mistress. Have to get rid of small cock first."

"Let me see that," I demanded, giggling at what she had called her husband.

Caroline tossed me her phone and I read the exact same words. Curious, I scrolled up and saw other booty calls or even more intriguing lines like:

-Mistress are you available I am craving your cunt

-Mistress I am home with another cunt licker and she would love to serve you too

-Mistress it has been two weeks please let your worthless slave serve you

-Slut bathroom in five minutes

I asked Caroline, "Where were you when you demanded her to meet you in the bathroom in five minutes?"

"The city hall Christmas party," Caroline answered. "I came on her face and made her walk around the rest of the night with cum on her face."

"No way," Jill gasped, completely drawn into Caroline's story.

"Humiliating her is the most fun I have," Caroline smiled. "Now back to Jasmine. Can you really not come any way but from oral?"

"Sad, but true," I admitted.

Caroline stood up, grabbed my hand and said, "Come with me."

I was so drunk and so horny, I followed as she led me to her bedroom.

Once in her bedroom, she said, "Just wait here."

I watched, curious and confused, as Caroline brought out a big contraption from her massive walk-in closet.

She put the contraption, with an erect dildo on top, on the floor and then returned to the walk-in closet just as Jill walked in with the bottle of wine. "Of course you have a Sybian."

"A what?" I asked, even though it was obviously an expensive sex toy, I had never known its name despite all my sex toy research.

Caroline came out with what looked like a long magic wand.

"Take your panties off, Jasmine," Caroline ordered.

"Excuse me?" I replied, surprised by her demand.

Caroline sighed, "I am going to make the impossible possible. You are going to come from a cock inside you."

"You're my sister," I pointed out.

"Exactly," she said, "and sisters look after each other."

To my surprise, Jill supported Caroline's ludicrous plan. "Psychologically, you have convinced yourself you can't come through sex and thus it has become true. Yet, unless you have tried every position and contraption the odds are you can."

"Really?" I asked, Jill always the rational one among us.

"Yes, I suggest you give it a try. You are safe with us here," Jill said.

"Plus, do you know how many times we heard you masturbate when you were young?" Caroline added.

"But you never saw me have sex," I countered.

"Well, now we will," Caroline shrugged, moving to me, dropping to her knees, moving her hand under my dress and tugging down my panties. I froze like a statue, stunned my sister was taking my panties off and yet my pussy undeniably tingled as my head imagined it was Amber on her knees in front of me.

Standing up, Caroline moved behind me and said, as she unzipped my dress, "Your dress is too tight for the Sybian."

I again was speechless as I felt my dress open and then fall to the ground. I was now naked except for the thigh high stockings and bra. Having written a plethora of stories where this exact same thing happened, it was still surreal, shocking, exhilarating and new...reality so much rawer than the living through fiction.

"Straddle the cock, baby sister," Caroline instructed.

My mind on auto pilot, I walked over to the strange contraption and straddled it. Refusing to look at Jill or Caroline, I slowly lowered my pussy onto the plastic cock. Once it was completely inside me, I felt vibrations start inside me and let out a surprised moan.

My eyes closed, all the sex talk getting me horny, as did all the wine, I just let my morals fade and allowed the pleasure to cascade through me.

"You can either sit on it and allow its vibrations to get you off or you can ride it like a sexy cowgirl," Caroline explained.

Not wanting to have my sisters watch me ride a plastic cock, I just continued to allow the crazy vibrations to cascade through me. In only a couple of minutes I felt my orgasm rising and yet knew that was as far as it would go.

Jill, always in psychologist mode, even when drunk, said, "Just let go, Jasmine, don't be thinking you can't come."

"I'm so close," I whimpered.

Suddenly I felt an intense pleasure on my clit and opened my eyes to see Caroline on her knees again. This time her magic wand was sending ridiculously intense vibrations to my clit. I screamed, "Oh myyyyyyy fuuuuucking God."

"Come, Jasmine," Caroline instructed, tapping my clit with the wand.

"Oh fuck," I gasped, my orgasm building quickly.

"Ride the cock," Caroline ordered.

I obeyed, desperate to come, wanting to reach orgasm without a tongue. "Oh God, yes, so close, yes, yes, yesssssss!" I screamed, as the impossible became possible and my orgasm cascaded through me with an intensity I had never experienced in my life. I collapsed on the cock and allowed the vibrations inside and outside of my cunt to continue as wave after wave after wave of orgasmic euphoria washed through me.

Caroline purred, "I told you, baby sister, never say never."

A moment later, Caroline moved the magic wand away and the pulsations of pleasure began to slow down.

I kept my eyes closed, feeling both euphoric and ashamed at having just come in front of my two sisters. After a couple of minutes of allowing my orgasm to slowly dissipate, I was startled to reality when I heard Caroline.

"Open up, cocksucker," Caroline ordered.

I opened my eyes, thinking she was talking to me, just in time to see Caroline standing in front of Jill, wearing only thigh highs and a strap-on. Jill obeyed taking Caroline's plastic big cock in her mouth.

I stared in voyeuristic stunned awe as Jill bobbed up and down on a large, black plastic cock.

Caroline ordered, "That's it, get it ready for that long-ignored cunt of yours."

That made Jill bob faster, easily taking the majority of the big cock in her mouth. She seemed even more submissive than me. Watching my sister suck cock turned me on and I began slowly riding the Sybian again.

A couple of minutes later, Caroline ordered, pulling the cock out of Jill's mouth, "Get out of your dress."

Jill looked up at her tattooed sister and said, "We probably shouldn't do this."

"Jasmine couldn't come from cock and I fixed that problem and you haven't been fucked in months and I am going to fix that too," Caroline said. "Now get undressed."

Jill hesitated only briefly. The wine, the crazy truths revealed and hunger to get fucked, overriding the reality she was about to commit incest, she stood up and with help from Caroline got out of her dress.

Caroline unclasped Jill's bra too, revealing the massive and yet shockingly firm breasts we both wished we had.

Jill, surprising both of us, begged, "Please Caroline, suck my tits, Adam always ignored them too!"

Caroline moved around to Jill and cupped Jill's breasts in her hands before leaning forward and sucking her sister's left nipple in her mouth. "Ohhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmm," Jill moaned.

"Such beautiful breasts," Caroline complimented as she continued to splatter them with attention.

Undeniably, my mouth watered. I too wanted to give Jill's breasts attention. Even though the pleasure of the Sybian was amazing and I was beginning to wonder if I could have two impossibilities occur, I got off, joined my sisters and took Jill's right nipple in my mouth as I cupped her breast. It was so heavy; I wondered how she could possibly carry such weight all day.

"Oh yes, Boo Boo, suck my nipple, bite itttttttttt," Jill moaned and instructed.

My own breasts and nipples lacked any sort of erogenous zone or sensitivity, so I was fascinated by the impact our mouths had on Jill's breasts. I licked, I nibbled, I bit and I sucked. I made love to Jill's breasts.

"Time to fuck you, Jill. Get on all fours, my pet," Caroline instructed.

Hearing the words 'my pet', I was instantly jealous having wanted those words said to me for so long.

Jill instantly obeyed, a submissive through and through, getting on all fours without protest.

Caroline turned to me, her plastic cock hitting my leg, and ordered, "Get back on the Sybian, my baby pet. You don't get off until you have come two more times. Is that understood?"

"Um, y-y-yes," I answered.

"I've read all your stories, Jasmine. How would your Domme character expect her pet to respond to such instructions?" Caroline inquired, reaching behind me and unclasping my bra.

I knew this was going to change everything if I answered as she expected, although with Jill on all fours ready to get fucked by Caroline and I ready to obey any order given by my strong-willed sister, I knew the change had already occurred. "Yes, Mistress," I answered.

"Good, baby pet," she smiled, leaning forward and taking my right nipple in her mouth. I didn't tell her my breasts were sexual dead zones as I fake moaned. After a rough tug on my nipple, she moved away and ordered, "Now go come again and again, baby pet."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, loving being ordered around and loving how naturally the word 'Mistress', even to my sister, rolled off my tongue.

I returned to the massive fuck-toy, straddled it and began riding it hungrily as I watched Caroline move behind Jill.

Caroline, not surprisingly, making sure we both submitted to her as the Mistress in this crazy, kinky, incestual, lust-filled night, asked Jill, "Do you want me to fuck you, Jill?"

Jill was distracted by the cock rubbing up and down her pussy lips as she stammered, "Y-y-yes."

"Yes what, Jill?" Caroline asked.

"Yes, I want you to fuck your big sister," Jill answered, clearly frustrated the cock wasn't in her yet.

"You understand, big sister, that once I fill your hairy cunt with my cock you are my pet," Caroline explained.

"Meaning whaaaat?" Jill asked, the pussy teasing driving her crazy.

"You obey me, always," Caroline explained. "Jasmine has already agreed, haven't you, baby pet?"

All the years writing such scenes, I knew exactly what to say and answered like I had fantasized so many times, albeit never thinking the first time I said it would be to my sister. "Yes, Mistress Caroline, I am your submissive cunt-licker ready to serve you. My mouth, pussy and ass are yours to use as you wish and your baby slut sister submissive is yours to play with as you please."

Caroline smiled, clearly impressed by my declaration, "I will take you up on the offer very soon, baby pet."

Jill, her mouth dropped open in shock at my words, finally spoke. "I'm yours too, Mistress Caroline. Teach me to be a good pet."

"You will obey my every order?" Caroline asked.

"Y-y-yes," Jill stammered, clearly overwhelmed with the sudden shift of power as well as her desperate need to come.

"Yes, what?" Caroline sighed, pulling her cock away.

"Yes, Mistress, I'll obey every fucking order," Jill urgently answered, before begging, "Now please, fuck your pet's wet cunt."

The crazy declaration by Jill, mixed with my own recent declaration of submission, caused electric currents of pleasure throughout my body and my second orgasm exploded through me without warning. "Fuuuuuuuck, I'm coming again!" I screamed.

Jill screamed too, as Caroline slammed deep into her cunt. "Yeeeeeeeeees!"

The sounds of sex echoed through the room as I trembled with orgasmic bliss and Jill began breathing heavily as Caroline slammed into her, the sounds of their bodies colliding yet another turn on.

Caroline suddenly, a couple of minutes later with Jill's orgasm obviously building, pulled out.

"Noooooooo, please put it back in!" Jill pleaded, her eyes big and wild with desperation.

"Beg for your sister to get you off," Caroline demanded.

Jill didn't hesitate, her need to come all that mattered, "Oh God, Mistress Sister, please fuck my cunt and let me have my much needed orgasm."

"And you will let me fuck your ass?" Caroline asked.

"Yes, dammit," Jill agreed, bursting with frustration. "Now fuck your pet's burning cunt."

"Pet Jill, Pet Jasmine, both of you on the bed now," Caroline demanded.

"I'm so close, please just fuck me like a slut," Jill begged.

"Bed, now," Caroline ordered, as she went to her magical closet.

Jill reluctantly obeyed, as did I, although my obedience was out of curiosity.

Caroline returned with a long double-ended dildo, just as I reached the bed, and I instantly knew I was about to do something I had only written about or watched in porn.

Jill got on the bed after me just as Caroline instructed, "Move your cunts close together, my pet siblings."

"Yes, Mistress," both Jill and I said, both hungry for pleasure that had been abruptly stopped.

Caroline joined us on the bed and said, "Jill, you have the hairiest cunt I have ever seen. Maybe that is why Adam wouldn't go down on you. We will fix that later, too. Jasmine, yours is cleanly trimmed cunt, very impressive. Although a Brazilian is definitely the way to go if you want your cunts eaten by the ladies."

Neither Jill nor I spoke as we watched Caroline rub one end of the dildo up and down Jill's pussy lips.

Jill moaned as Caroline slid the head inside her wet cunt. Caroline then turned to me and without any teasing slid the other end inside my very wet cunt. About a foot of the dildo was still in view between Jill and I.

Caroline instructed, "I want my pets to fuck themselves to orgasm. But first I want you kissing cunts."

"What does that mean?" Jill asked, confused.

I answered, "We've got to get all of the rubber snake in our cunts until our pussies are touching each other."

"Oh," Jill said, as I began, moving my legs slowly, awkwardly, towards her and allowing the rubber toy to slide deeper inside me. "Oooooh," Jill repeated, seemingly understanding what I was really explaining as she too began moving her body towards me.

Caroline disappeared briefly, but returned with both a video camera and the magical wand.

Jill, seeing the video camera, pleaded, even though she didn't stop moving towards me, "Caroline, please don't film this."

Caroline said tersely, "When we are being intimate like this you will speak to me properly or be punished. And trust me, after reading Boo Boo's stories I have a lot of ways to punish disobedient pets. Don't I, Jasmine?"

"I guess soooo," I answered with a whimper, as the toy shifted deeper in me and at a strange angle.

"Share with big sister some of the punishments you have written about," Caroline demanded.

Over a hundred stories, and yet with a dildo in my cunt and my eyes eye level with Jill's voluptuous tits I couldn't think of any.

"Stop moving my pets," Caroline ordered.

Jill whimpered, "Please Mistress, I can't handle much more teasing."

"You can come once our little sister answers a simple question," Caroline replied turning to me. "Answer me, my little slut, or I will punish you with making you serve Aunt Marilyn using punishments from 'Spanked to Submission'," Caroline threatened.

Finally, a plethora of naughty humiliations popped into my head. "Walking in public with cum dripping down my face; wearing a butt plug in my ass and having to ask a female teaching colleague or worse an eighteen year old student to remove it; made to orgasm in church during a service; going to a gloryhole and sucking cock after cock after cock; shoving my cunt full with carrots and then leaving them on the table in the staff room for all my fellow colleagues, getting fisted by a stranger at a lesbian club; being tattooed with 'Caroline's pet' above my cunt; or." I smiled naughtily, "getting double penetrated by my two sexy sisters."

"Is that last one a punishment or a fantasy?" Caroline asked.

"Depends how much wine I have had," I playfully answered.

"Get each other off, you dirty incest pets," Caroline ordered.

Both Jill and I were burning with lust, each of us a vessel for each other's pleasure, we both bucked our asses forward and soon the plastic snake had disappeared and our pussies were kissing.

"Holy fuuuuuck, Jasmine!" Jill screamed.

"Yeeees!" I screamed too, as I began grinding my cunt onto hers. Caroline taped her two sisters fucking each other with a big smile on her face.

After a minute or two, as both Jill and I aggressively fucked each other, our breathing getting heavier, our orgasms desperate to explode, Caroline, one hand on the camera, the other holding the magic wand, leaned forward and put the buzzing wand on our grinding cunts.

"Oh fuuuuuuuuck," Jill screamed the moment the powerful vibrating wand touched her clit.

"Come now, my big sister pet and my baby sister slut," Caroline ordered, as she tapped the wand on Jill's clit and then mine.

Being called a 'slut' turned me on like crazy as I flashed back to Mike pounding me and calling me a variety of dirty names, each memory was turning me on.

"Call me names, Mistress," I begged, so close, hoping some nasty name calling could be the trigger to reaching my third orgasm in a row.

Caroline obliged, "Jasmine, you are a repressed slut, craving to be used as the dirty whore you want to be. You will be my pet, my slut, my cunt-munching, ass licking slave."

"Yeeeeeeeees!" I screamed, each name causing twitches throughout my body until I came.

Jill begged, "Me too, Mistress."

"Oh Jill, I plan to use your mouth, cunt and ass whenever I want. Take you to a gloryhole and have you suck a dozen stranger's cocks. Have you eat my cunt during break at the hospital and release you from the invisible sexual chains you have been held by all these years. You are my personal fuck-slave, is that understood, slut Jill?"

"Yeeeeees, fuck, make me your sluuuuuuut!" Jill screamed, as her whole body quaked and the dildo slid out of her as cum sprayed out of her cunt, squirting everywhere.

Without thinking, I spun around, the dildo still in me, and buried my face in my oldest sister's cunt. I had wanted to taste pussy for so long, wanted to be a protagonist in one of my stories, and, suddenly now that I'm in one, I was going to submit unconditionally to pleasure and not the consequences that were bound to arise the next day when sober.

Jill's squirting coated my face as I hungrily licked and licked, the taste everything I had fantasized. Jill moaned, "Oh yes, Jasmine, lick my cunt, don't you dare fucking stop."

I wished I could stay buried between Jill's legs forever, as her hairy cunt created an aroma that was so intoxicating I was enveloped in perfection. Combined with the deliciousness of her cum that was utterly irresistible, I knew I was not only Caroline's submissive, but would be Jill's too if the opportunity arose.




Three Sisters: A Crazy Lesbian Orgy



Caroline commented, "Shit, Jasmine, you are like a fat kid at a candy store after years on a diet."

I looked up and said, so drawn into the submission, "Oh, Mistress, thank you for helping me become what I have fantasized being for so long."

Jill grabbed my head, and pulled me deep into her cunt, as she ordered, "Keep licking, my cunt-munching baby sister. Once I come, I can come again and again."

My face buried in Jill's pussy, I licked hungrily, my nose also buried in her wet, scented pubic hair.

I don't know how long I was pleasuring Jill's pussy when I heard the unmistakable, grating voice of Aunt Marilyn. "Oh my fucking God!"

I went to move my head, but Jill grabbed me and held me in my submissive position. "Don't stop fucking licking. I'm so close again," Jill demanded, holding my head firmly. I continued licking and tried to hear the conversation between Caroline and Aunt Marilyn.

"Slut, get undressed now," Caroline ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," Aunt Marilyn replied, before asking, "How did this possibly transpire?"

"The same as you, whore," Caroline said. "They are submissive and looking for a Mistress."

"Fucking hot," Aunt Marilyn said, before adding, "the only female left now is your mother."

My eyes went wide at such a thought, but I was quickly distracted when my face was coated with Jill's pussy juice when she came all over my face once again. "Keep licking, slut. Swallow big sister's cuuuuuuunt juice."

I had no choice since she was holding my head deep in her flooding cunt, but I would have obeyed anyway as licking cunt was as exhilarating as I imagined when I wrote about it.

I felt hands on my ass, my cheeks pulled apart and then a tongue licking my butt hole. I had written about such naughty acts, but had never really wanted it done to me. Yet, the wetness as she swirled her tongue and slowly penetrated my ass with her tongue was so dirty, I felt my cunt, the dildo still part way inside me, starting to burn again.

Jill finally let go of my head a couple of minutes later, and I turned around and saw Aunt Marilyn's flaming red hair behind me.

Caroline said, "I told you she would be here. She will obey any order."

Jill ordered, "Tell us what you are, slut Marilyn."

Aunt Marilyn quit licking my ass and replied obediently, which was so hot because she had always been such a bitch to us, "I'm Caroline's unconditional slave."

"And now you are also Jill and Jasmine's unconditional slave too. You will be on call for both my siblings as well. Is that understood?"

Although it was obvious she was not impressed by this, she obediently agreed, "Of course, Mistress Caroline. May I continue licking Mistress Jasmine's beautiful asshole?"

"You may," Caroline said, still filming all the incestuous debauchery. "Jill, come and lick my cunt."

"Yes, Mistress," Jill answered. I watched as Jill got off the bed, moved the few feet to Caroline, dropped to her knees and, without hesitation, lean forward and began licking Caroline's cunt.

I wondered if Caroline would taste similar to Jill; I also wondered what would be the difference of a shaved pussy compared to a hairy pussy. I desperately wanted to taste Caroline. My knees sore, I rolled onto my back, looked at Aunt Marilyn and ordered my new pet, "Keep licking my ass, Aunt Slut."

"Yes, Mistress Jasmine," Aunt Slut responded, lying on her belly and continuing to lick my asshole. I wanted to humiliate her and pondered how as her tongue bathed my rosebud.

Meanwhile, I glanced over to Caroline and Jill, wishing I could see better as all I could see was Jill's back.

Caroline asked, "Do you want to fuck Slut Marilyn's ass?"

"God, yes," I said, the idea of fucking someone's ass a major turn-on.

"Go choose a strap-on from the closet. This slut can take any size in her fat ass," Caroline instructed.

"Get on all fours, bitch," I ordered, getting off the bed and going to the closet.

I couldn't believe how many toys were in her closet. She had at least a dozen strap-ons. I grabbed the biggest one there, ten inches in length and fucking wide. I strapped it on me and felt my cunt get damp, another fantasy coming true. I returned to the room and Marilyn's eyes went big when she saw the size of the cock I was wearing.

Caroline laughed, "Go big or go home, is it?"

I shrugged, "This bitch has been a pain in my ass for years and now I plan to return the favour."

Caroline laughed again, "Oh, you and your puns."

I reached the bed, moved in front of my new pet and shoved the cock in her mouth. I roughly face fucked her, making her gag as I got eight inches in her mouth. Listening to her slobbering sounds was yet another turn-on.

Caroline ordered to Jill like she was a puppy dog in training (which maybe she was), "Stay," and went to her closet of pleasure. She returned with a strange contraption. She walked to Jill and put the contraption with a cock on Jill's head. I gasped as I realized she had made Jill's face a cock. Caroline then ordered, "Sit on your knees."

Jill obeyed, and Caroline straddled Jill's face and lowered her cunt slowly. It was the hottest and strangest moment of the night so far.

I slapped Marilyn's head and said, "Keep sucking, bitch," as I realized I had stopped face-fucking her to watch my two sisters in a kinky sex act.

Suddenly, I really wanted to fuck Marilyn's ass. I pulled out of her mouth and went to the closet of naughty toys to grab some lube. As I grabbed a bottle, I saw handcuffs and smiled deviously. Grabbing them, I returned to the room of sin to see that Jill was now on her back and Caroline was riding our sister's face. Things just kept getting hotter.

Reaching the bed, I ordered, "Slut, put your hands on the bed rail."

Aunt Marilyn saw the handcuffs and obeyed, saying, "I didn't know you were such a devious woman."

"I always assumed you were a slutty whore," I countered, as I handcuffed her to the bed.

Caroline moaned, "Does my slut want her Mistress's cum?"

Jill mumbled, partially muffled by the toy cock strapped around her mouth, "Yes."

Caroline got off the cock, quickly took the toy off Jill's head, and lowered her wet cunt onto Jill's face. "Lick me, my pet."

Jill assumedly obeyed, as Caroline's moans began to increase. I moved behind Marilyn and ordered, as I poured lube between her ass cheeks, "Beg me to fuck your fat ass, bitch."

Aunt Marilyn responded, as I rubbed the big cock up and down between her ass cheeks, "Oh, Mistress Jasmine, fuck my fat ass with that big cock. Punish me for all the times I treated you pooooorly."

I pushed forward, the wide black cock slowly penetrating her ass. I kept pushing forward, even as her whimpers echoed through the room, the wide cock obviously causing an extreme burn. "Shiiiiit," she whimpered, which made me smile.

I kept pushing forward, wanting to see all ten inches buried in her. I wanted to pound her hard, to have her screaming in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Caroline moaned loudly, "That's it Jill, suck my clit."

I turned to watch Caroline with her eyes closed, cupping her tiny breasts, as she was near the brink of orgasm.

I continued pushing forward until eight inches had disappeared between Marilyn's, tanned, fat ass, all the while she kept whimpering. I then began moving in and out, loving the feeling of fucking someone. Although I loved a cock in my mouth, pussy or ass and loved being fucked hard and deep, it was an exhilarating experience to be the one doing the fucking. I held onto her hips, and as her whimpers shifted to moans I began to move faster in her ass, still determined to fill it completely.

"Yeeeeeees," Caroline screamed, as she was clearly coming on Jill's face.

I watched her facial expressions shift throughout her orgasm as I continued pumping the plastic cock deep into Marilyn's ass.

Marilyn, now enjoying the cock in her ass, begged, "Fuck my ass harder."

I obliged, slamming forward, allowing the whole black cock to disappear in her ass.

"Yeeeeeees!" she screamed, as I went deeper than it seemed possible inside her ass.

My body continued to slam into her for a couple more minutes, her moans increasing, when Caroline stood up and ordered, "Come here, Jasmine. But keep that cock buried deep in the slut's ass."

I undid the strap from my body and with the cock already deep in her ass, I slapped the end of the toy pushing it even further up her ass.

"Oh, fucker!" Marilyn screamed, as it burned her ass.

"Stay," I quipped, laughing at the order since I had her handcuffed to the bed.

Caroline grabbed my hand and led me to the closet, grabbed another strap-on and put it on my waist, all the while kissing my neck and back. "You are still one sexy woman, Jasmine."

My face flushed at the rare compliment in a night of naughty submission. "As are you!" I said, turning around and kissing her.

She returned the kiss and for a couple of minutes we kissed passionately. Breaking away at last, she said, "I want this to be more than just tonight, Jasmine. I want you to be my obedient pet."

I looked into her eyes and answered, "I meant every word I said earlier. I am yours, and Jill's too."

"You really are the submissive character in all your stories aren't you?" she asked, her hand moving to my still wet cunt.

"My stories have been my outlet to avoid succumbing to my submissive nature, and the subservient lifestyle I have always craved," I admitted.

"Well, now you have a great story to write," Caroline said, sliding her finger in my cunt.

"Ohh, you want me to write it?" I asked,

"For sure," Caroline said. "Your fans need to know that you are an incest-whore, just like the women you write about."

"And your pet," I added.

"Exactly," she said, grabbing a thinner strap-on and putting it on herself. "Now let's go double penetrate your big sister."

"Fuck, yes," I agreed, the thought making my pussy juice leak down my leg. "Can I get dp'd too?"

"All in good time, my slutty baby sister," Caroline laughed, grabbing my hand and leading me back to the bedroom. Jill was in the washroom so we both waited for her return.

I walked over to Marilyn and slapped the toy in her ass three times and chuckled as she screamed with each spank.

"You are as devious as some of your dominant characters," Caroline said, impressed, just as Jill came out of the washroom and saw her two younger siblings with strap-ons.

She asked, her eyes big, "Are those for me?"

"It is your Valentine's Day present from us," Caroline said.

"Yes, your first double penetration," I added.

"Oh my," Jill said.

Caroline smiled and said, "Remember, I told you to never say never. Now, Jasmine, lay on the bed on your back beside our bound bitch."

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, loving the way the word 'Mistress' rolled off my tongue so naturally.

Once I was on the bed, I glanced over to Marilyn, but didn't say anything before turning my gaze back to my sisters.

"Straddle Boo Boo's big cock, Jill," Caroline ordered.

"Yes, Mistress Caroline," Jill replied, eager, I imagine, to get fucked again after her lengthy lesbian session of pleasing Caroline.

Jill joined me on the bed, straddled my cock, lowered herself onto it and leaned forward until our lips met. She slipped her tongue in my mouth again and we made out passionately while we felt the bed move, assumedly Caroline joining us.

As I continued kissing Jill, I thought about the reality that I was about to have my first threesome. I would have never in a million years thought that it would be an incestuous threesome. Yet here I was with my strap-on in Jill's cunt, my tongue in her mouth as we awaited Caroline's sodomizing of Jill.

Caroline asked, "Are you ready to get your ass filled, Jill?"

Jill broke the kiss and answered, "A little scared, but that is no longer my decision to make."

"Whose is it?" Caroline asked, even though she obviously knew the answer.

"Mistress Caroline's," Jill answered, before adding, "and all three of my holes and my big titties are yours to play with as you wish."

'Good answer, slut," Caroline said, spanking Jill's ass.

Jill returned to kissing me as I assumed Caroline generously coated Jill's rosebud with anal lube. "Now relax, Jill, this will be uncomfortable for a bit."

"Okay," Jill said nervously, looking into my eyes.

Trying to comfort my nervous sister, I said, "Trust me, you are going to love it once you get accustomed to the feeling."

"I hope so," she said.

"Now get those lips back onto mine," I said.

We continued to kiss while Caroline began to penetrate Jill's ass. I would have loved to have watched it, but the whimpers that resonated in my mouth as we continued kissing told me the sodomy had begun.

My tongue distracted Jill as best it could while Caroline continued the slow exploration of Jill's virgin ass.

Eventually, Caroline announced, "All in, Jill."

Jill broke the kiss and asked, "Are you going to fuck my ass or just kneel there making obvious announcements?"

"Such a bad little ass-slut," Caroline playfully said, as she began to fuck Jill's ass. I watched Jill's facial expressions as she got used to a cock in her ass.

Jill moaned, "The two cocks are filling me so completely."

"Oh, we are just getting started," Caroline promised, as she began to shift from slow strokes, to long hard strokes, forcing Jill's body to move forward with each thrust, her massive tits slamming into my chin as Jill shifted positions.

"Oh shit, Caroline, pound my ass," Jill begged, the sensation of a cock in her ass finally bringing the pleasure I long recalled feeling.

"Are you an ass-whore now?" Caroline asked, continuing to fuck her sister hard.

"Oooooh yes, a dirty fucking ass-whore, just like Aunt Slut here," Jill replied, moving her hand and viciously slapping the cock in Marilyn's ass.

I had forgotten she was beside us. I was so transfixed with Jill's lips and now her tits as Marilyn screamed, "Bloody fucking hell."

"Meet my strokes, Jasmine," Caroline said. "Let's really double fuck our sister."

I obliged, bucking my ass up, which caused Jill to scream, "Oh my Lord, don't stop, fuck."

Although difficult, I kept bucking my ass up, meeting Caroline's forceful thrusts which caused Jill to make a variety of unique noises and curse like I had never heard her before, while all her sentences became incoherent babble.

"Oh pound my...shit...ass...harder...double team me...oh God...whore...I'm a whore...an incest slut...shit...cunt on fire...close...oh yeah...come...please...oh, oh, oh," Jill babbled.

Jill was so close and I reached for her tits and tugged on them hard while bucking up furiously, wanting to hear her explode.

"My tits, my melons, oh yes, pull them, suck them, fuckity, fuck, fuck," Jill continued to babble.

I leaned forward took her right nipple in my mouth and tugged on it with my teeth just as she screamed, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck holy shiiiiiiit!"

She collapsed on me, her tits suffocating me as I felt her body tremble.

Caroline kept thrusting into her ass as I just allowed the cock in her cunt to sit lodged in her.

"Keep coming, ass-slut," Caroline demanded.

Jill babbled, "Still...fuuuuck...coming."

I licked and bit her tits thinking what a way to die. Being suffocated by the biggest tits I had ever felt. Finally, Caroline pulled out, Jill weakly rolled off, crashing into our bound bitch and I watched as Caroline shoved the cock, just in Jill's ass, into Aunt Marilyn's mouth, roughly face fucking her.

My appetite still not quenched, I rolled on top of Jill, straddling her, and lowering my cunt on her face. Leaning forward I buried my face in her well fucked cunt as I started a sister 69.

The two of us licked each other lavishly, taking our time, as we listened to the gagging sounds of Marilyn.

After a couple minutes of licking each other, my leg cramped and I had to stand up. I apologized to Jill, "Sorry, sorry, sorry, leg cramp."

Jill laughed, "I forgive you this one time."

Caroline pulled her cock out of Marilyn's mouth and said, "My pets, should we go and get some real food?"

"God yes, getting fucked and eating cunt was quite the work out," I said, dramatically.

"Ditto," Jill laughed.

Caroline said, "Marilyn we will be back later...probably."

"Don't leave me here like this," Marilyn begged.

"You're right," Caroline said, going to her magical closet again. Returning, she walked over to the still bound bitch, turned on a small ball and slid it in Marilyn's pussy. "Don't you dare come until we get back."

"Yeeees, Mistress," Marilyn moaned, both her holes now filled.

Leaving her alone, we went downstairs, and devoured the appetizers Caroline had brought out before this crazy night became epic.

Finally, Jill said, "So now what?"

"Do you mean now or tomorrow?" Caroline asked.

"Both, I suppose," Jill said.

"Well, I am getting pretty tired; I don't think I will even call Emma tonight. But we need to have one finale hurrah. As for the future, this is definitely the beginning," Caroline smiled.

"I am not sure what this will feel like once I sober up completely and realize what we did," Jill said.

I poured each of us a glass of wine and said, "Well, then let's not sober up. Plus, Caroline promised me a double penetration."

"And I do always keep my promises," Caroline smiled, standing up.

"Jill downed half the wine, as she asked, "Can I fuck Boo Boo's ass?"

Caroline laughed, "I think I created a monster."

"Two monsters, Mistress," I purred as Caroline went upstairs to grab a few toys as we prepared for one more round downstairs in the living room.

Truth be told, it ended up being two more rounds. A lengthy double penetration for me, where I came like crazy and we finished up with a three sister daisy chain where we licked, sucked and fingered each other's pussies until we all reached orgasm simultaneously all of us falling asleep out of exhaustion on the living room floor...completely forgetting about Marilyn until the next morning.

Like I said at the beginning of the story...most great things in life happen when you least expect it and this, the most completely sexual experience of my life, the first of many with my beautiful sisters, was completely unexpected.

Not surprisingly, Valentine's Day became an incest tradition without men, although we did add another member the following year...mom.

THE END



Three Sisters All at Once



I didn't realise she was one of three sisters. Sharon had invited me home for supper---pot luck, she said---because I was temporarily on my own. I was eighteen at the time, and I'd never been invited out by a girl before.

So I was quite surprised when it turned out there were four of us for supper. Three of the most beautiful women I could ever hope to meet, and ugly me. I'd put on a decent shirt for the occasion, just to make a good impression, but I wasn't sure whether the ladies had dressed up or dressed down. All three of them were dressed in sort of Dogpatch blouses, flimsy raggedy things with short sleeves and low, loose necklines, and the same sort of Dogpatchy skirts.

It wasn't till the meal was under way that I began to realize just how Dogpatchy they were. As they leaned forward to pass the vegetables---and on more than one occasion reached down to pick up fallen tissues---I became aware that those raggedy blouses were all they were wearing. Above the waist, anyway. I was constantly treated to the sight of gaping cleavage and deep valleys and rolling hills, and two or three times the edge of a delectable pink pagoda came into view. 

One of the sisters, Maisie I think, had to reach across in front of me to take my empty plate, and I found my face thrust against the softness of a creamy globe whose perfume roused me almost as much as the sight of the nipple that peeped above her neckline. And I'd never seen nipples before, not up close. So by the time the meal was over, I'd been trying for some time to conceal an embarrassing erection in my jeans---embarrassing because I was wearing jockey shorts under my jeans, not y-fronts, and there was nothing to hold an erect cock in place.

After supper, Louise decided we were going to dance. They would take turns teaching me to tango, she said. Well, holding those girls was agony. My hands could feel the warmth of their bodies through the thin material of their blouses, their breasts were pushed right against my chest, and I just knew they must be able to feel my erection every time they pressed close to me. And then Louise decided she was too hot, and asked me to undo the buttons down the front of her blouse. The others weren't looking, so they didn't see how my fingers fumbled. But Louise did, and she helped me, and when she pulled her blouse over her head she had nothing at all on underneath it and she was naked right down to the waist. I didn't know which way to look, but Louise just grabbed me and held me close and we went on dancing. But this time my hands could feel the delicious nakedness of her back. 

And then she turned round with her back to me and leaned back close against me, and I looked down at her naked breasts. And damn near died. They were so large, and round, and pointed, with nipples that stood out bigger than I knew women's nipples could be.

"Hold me!" she said, and I put my hands on her hips.

"Hold me tight!" she said, and I put my arms daringly right round her waist and squeezed her.

Then she took my hands in hers and lifted them and clamped them to her breasts. "That's what I meant," she said. We went on dancing, but I couldn't concentrate on the steps. Her breasts were so hot and firm in my hands, and the nipples were pressing into my palms. And I wanted more than anything to feel the nipples in my fingers.

"Well, look at Louise!" Sharon said. "Jim's a fast worker. Move over, Louise, he's my date."

Louise wriggled out from my embrace, and Sharon confronted me. "Mine's a zipper," she said. "Much easier than hers." She grabbed my hand, and put it on the zipper at her back. I was learning, fast. I'd never experienced anything like this before, but if this was the way they wanted to play I was willing. I unzipped Sharon, and even helped her shuck off her blouse. She took hold of my two hands and stood back, and pulled me with her to dance. But she was three feet in front of me, naked to the waist, her breasts smaller than Louise's but protruding aggressively, the tips red and swollen looking, and jiggling with every movement. I gazed at them enthralled, hungering to hold them, to take those swollen nipples into my mouth and suck them. My cock was throbbing. I felt as if I was going to cum any minute.

Sharon let go my hands and came close to me, her arms round me. and those naked tits pressed into my chest. "My skirt's very loose," she whispered. "Put your hands underneath it." It reached to just above her knees, so I reached down to the hem at the back and felt the base of her thighs, warm and smooth.

"Higher," Sharon commanded. I moved my hands up her thighs, wondering how high she wanted me to go.

"Right up as high as you can get." There was something incredibly intimate about feeling under her skirt. My friends called it feeling up, and I suddenly realized what it meant. I ran my hands up the backs of Sharon's thighs, her skirt falling down over my arms, till I could feel the crease at the base of her ass cheeks.

"That's nice," Sharon whispered. "Go higher." My hands went higher of their own accord, the flimsy skirt pulled away from her buns, and I was holding them, squeezing them, exploring them, my fingers probing the crack between.

Maisie came dancing across to us. "The way things are moving nobody's going to undress me," she said, and peeled off her blouse. She moved behind me, put one arm round my waist and ran the other hand down the front of my thigh. "Look at this, girls," she said, massaging the bulge in my crotch. "Look what you're doing to Jim!"

Before I knew what was happening, she had my zipper down and her hand was feeling expertly inside my shorts. My cock was straining to be set free, and it would have shot out from my fly even without Maisie's help. There were cries of delight, and in an instant Sharon was on her knees in front of me. "There's enough for all of us," she pronounced, "but we can't all have it at once." I was struggling to get out of Maisie's grasp, and at the same time to zip myself up. It was one thing for the girls to display their breasts. Breasts were allowed on topless beaches, I knew. But it was a different matter flaunting genitalia.

"He doesn't seem to want to cooperate," Sharon said. "We'll just have to play dungeons and dragons. This is the dungeon, Jim, and we're the dragon ladies. You'd better give in quietly."

Before I knew what had happened I was flat on my back on the floor. One of the girls was unfastening my belt, and then it was being used to bind my hands together and hold my arms back over my head. My pants were hauled right off, and then my shorts, and I thought that was the last of the indignities. But two of the girls grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart till my thighs were wide open. If it was my cockstand the girls were after, they must have been disappointed, because I was scared and there was very little erection left in me.

"It's awful of us to treat you like this," Sharon said, standing over me with her legs astride my waist. "But it's for your own good. You weren't going to enjoy this evening the way we planned it. Now you will."

Looking up at her, with the light behind her and the outline of her long legs showing through her skirt, and her glorious breasts completely naked. I began to wonder why I shouldn't enjoy the evening. Was I going to be tortured in the dungeon, or were they just going to take pictures of me or something? I had no idea, but surely neither possibility could be that bad? And looking around at the display of breasts it seemed as if it might be the best thing that had ever happened to me.

"The girls are cock-hungry," Sharon said. "You're rather disappointing at the moment, so we'll have to see what we can do." Deliberately, she unzipped her skirt at the waist, and let it slide slowly down to her feet. She kicked it to one side and stepped forward to stand over my face, feet wide apart. I had never seen a girl undressed. I had never seen a cunt. And here was a beautiful girl stark naked, standing over me with her cunt spread wide, right over my eyes so that I could see every detail of it. Sharon slowly leaned forward so that her breasts fell down toward my face, full and round, the nipples protruding between her fingers as she massaged them.

"How's he doing, girls?" she asked.

"It's coming up," said Louise's voice. "Perhaps we should give it some help." I felt fingers on my cock, holding it, feeling it, caressing it. And masturbating it. I could feel how erect it was. I found myself trying to analyze whether it was the naked cunt above my eyes or the masturbating fingers round my cock that excited me more. The fingers stopped their masturbating, and Sharon stood up and moved away. Was this the end of my indoctrination? But then I was aware of a girl standing on each side of me, naked as Sharon had been. They knelt down on either side, and as I turned my head from side to side I could watch their fingers playing with their pussies, opening them wide, pulling the cunt lips apart to let me look up inside the open holes, rubbing what I later learned were their clitorises.

They had both been shaved, unlike Sharon, and even though Sharon had looked completely naked the other two were even more so, their pubic mounds smooth and pink and their cunts showing more detail even than Sharon's had. As they played with themselves I could see their protruding clitorises just inches from my face, their vulvas pulled wide open and dribbling cunt juice onto their fingers.

"Kiss me," said a voice from above, and Maisie spread her knees wide and lowered a deliciously naked cunt toward my mouth. 

"No, kiss me," said Louise, and the other cunt lowered itself on the other side of my face.

Whichever way I turned my head there was a glistening wet cunt inches from my mouth, the lips wide and the cunt hole an open invitation to my tongue I couldn't make up my mind whether to turn my head from one to the other and enjoy the sensation of two drooling pussies inviting my mouth, or whether to thrust my face into one and lose sight of the other. My mind was made up for me. Two hands grabbed my head and twisted it to force it between two soft, perfumed thighs. Then my face was forced against a hard crotch and my mouth was pressed into the hot wetness of a cunt.

The same instinct that had made me want to suck on Sharon's nipples made me take the fleshy cuntlips into my mouth and suck them as if I could get milk from them. I had never tasted anything so delicious, never felt anything so sensuous in my mouth. As if I had always known what to do, I sucked at those engorged cunt lips, nibbling them between my teeth, and then probed with my tongue into the depths of Sharon's cunt. And then my head was pulled away, and turned, and forced deep into the other open cunt, and instinctively my tongue probed as far up inside that drooling vulva as I could go.

But Sharon's voice broke in. "Move it, girls." The two most exciting things I had ever had in my mouth moved away. And then Sharon was kneeling, but this time astride my body, her breasts outlined against the white ceiling, her smooth belly in front of my eyes and her navel winking at me. Slowly she shuffled on her knees, moving closer to my face till her hot thighs were pressed against my ears and I could smell her perfume mixed with the scent of her cunt. And then, my head clamped between Sharon's legs, I could see nothing but a curly haired crotch and two cunt lips hanging down toward my eyes, swollen, fleshy, juicy cunt lips, and the cunt hole between them seeming to pulsate as it opened and closed. My cock was going mad, I was sure. I could feel it straining from my groin, throbbing and aching for some contact. The knees shuffled forward again, and I felt disappointed as that drooling cunt moved over my forehead and out of my view to give place to the tight crater of Sharon's anus and the underside of two creamy white ass cheeks. But the cunt came quickly back into view as Sharon sat back, slowly lowering her ass down to sit on my face, her open cunt pressed onto my mouth.

Sharon's thighs were spaced wider apart than those of the other two girls. Her crotch had room for a vulva stretchd so wide open that it enclosed my whole mouth, and I felt as if I was being taken right inside her body. Instinctively I probed with my tongue, exploring every part of her fuckhole and feeling the little sensitive projections that lined it. Sharon gave a little scream, to be answered with giggles from the other two girls. I was almost past being aware of anything except the fact that I was pinioned helpless, at the mercy of the beautiful girl who was sitting on my face engulfing it in naked genitalia and using my tongue to masturbate herself, my mouth forcibly filled with salivating cunt. 

And then the other sensations began. Fingers stretched the underside of my cock till the head felt as if it must burst. A rough tongue ran round and round the knob, till I would have cried out with the ecstatic agony if my mouth had not been gagged by Sharon's cunt. A gentle hand caressed the insides of my wide open thighs, working its way up to take my scrotum and enclose it. And then my knob was taken into a hot, wet mouth that sucked it rythmically in time with the massaging masturbation of the fingers stretching the shaft.

I could feel the orgasm building deep inside me. I knew I was about to cum. But I tried to postpone the explosion. I knew that once I had ejaculated the excitement would be drained from me, and I wanted it to go on for ever. But Sharon must have sensed that I was nearly there. Suddenly emptying my mouth of the most exciting things I had ever sucked, she scrambled to her feet, and once again gave the command. "Move it!" And I was left with no cunt to suck, no mouth sucking my rampant prick, no masturbating fingers.

But only for a moment. Sharon was on her knees again, this time astride my hips. And this time as she sat down, her cunt was lowered onto the throbbing pole that rose from my groin. I felt it like a hot, wet mouth enclosing my swollen knob, then my whole prick was sliding up inside her body, massaged by the pulsing muscles of her vagina. It was the first time my cock had ever been inside a cunt. It was the first time it had ever been held and masturbated by a female hand. It was the first time my mouth had ever sucked a cunt. It was the first time I had ever been taken prisoner and raped. And I sure hoped it was not to be the last!

The cheeks of Sharon's ass were pressed hard down on my thighs. I was into her as far as she could take me, and I marveled that a vagina could be so long and so wide. And then the pressure on my thighs relaxed, and Sharon was slowly sitting up, letting my prick slip out from between her lips. I began to panic. Was the exquisite sensation of having my cock so totally enclosed about to end? But her butt was coming down again, and her tunnel was sucking me in as completely as before, and once again Sharon sat on me with all her weight and with all my prick enclosed inside her And then she began to wriggle, to gyrate, to grip me with her cunt muscles, to heave up and down. She's masturbating herself, I thought, using my cock as a wanking post. And if it's doing to her anything like what it does to me, she's going to be cumming pretty soon. And I wondered what it was like when a girl had an orgasm. I wanted to watch her cum. But that was not to be.

Once again my whole field of vision became the rose garden between two thighs. But this time the flower that filled my eyes was not framed in hairy foliage. In its raw nakedness it was even more exciting to look at, to examine, to explore. As it slowly lowered itself onto me, I was able to move my head and nuzzle the warm thighs, the smooth hollow between them at the very spot where they gave way to the pouting lips, feel with my own lips the naked flesh of every part of a twat that even to my inexperienced senses was near to cumming.

All the time my cock was stretched and released by the grasping muscles of a throbbing vagina, and my mouth drank in the love juice from a salivating cunt, I knew I was in heaven and gave myself up to the ultimate pleasure. My thighs began to twitch, my pelvis began to heave, and I could feel the cum surging up the shaft and into the depths of Sharon's hungry entrails. Sharon screamed, and heaved herself up and down faster and faster as I heaved myself up to meet her in an effort to achieve even deeper penetration. The muscles of her cunt seized my cock, and with every withdrawal they milked the last drops long after my cum pump had finished squirting my semen up into her belly.

As the last of our frantic fucking finished, and Sharon sank, still moaning, back onto my thighs, the cunt in my mouth went into spasm. The hot thighs imprisoning my face began to open and close. The crotch pressed onto my face writhed and ground itself against my mouth and my nose. I would have gladly died to continue the delight. Whenever I'd jacked myself off in the past, my prick had gone limp and my enthusiasm had drained away, and that was the end of my lonely sex. For a while at least. But with my shrinking cock held tightly by the still pulsing muscles of Sharon's vagina, I was aware that my enthusiasm was far from waning. And the delicious stretching sensation of an erection was not going away.

The drooling genitalia that had been masturbating themselves on my face released me, and I was able to breathe freely again. That was a relief, but I gazed longingly at the dangling lips and the wide round cunt hole as it moved away.

Suddenly my prick was left agonizingly naked as Sharon eased herself off me. And then it was being taken in hand again, and the head was being rubbed against something silky soft and slippery. A warm wet mouth enclosed me, and held me. But no tongue caressed me, and as my cock was taken deeper in I realized that it was no mouth but another cunt that had taken possession of me. This time the cunt was not descending easily to suck my cock deep inside its well lubricated tunnel. It was a smaller cunt, gripping me so tightly that I could feel my cock forced back into my groin as the sensitive skin was stretched back from the knob.

I had never been fucked before, yet already this was my second fuck. And already I was able to distinguish between a voracious, wide open vagina copiously lubricated, a cunt about to cum at any moment, and a tight little pussy with the friction to masturbate me back to the size it needed for its own ultimate pleasure.

The pressure stretching back my foreskin was filling my prick with the tension that only comes from feeling it taut and swollen and erect. I knew it must be ready to force its way deeper into that waiting canal. I heaved myself up to thrust myself inside her, and I heard a gasp as the head of my cock forced open the walls of her cunt. And then the body that had been masturbating on my face moved away, and I could see that it was Maisie sitting astride my thighs, Maisie's cunt I had just forced myself up into, Maisie I had heard gasp. And I saw, too, the whole length of her naked torso, the firm globes of her tits as they jiggled with every movement, the dark aureola spreading wide over their tips, the tumescent buds of her nipples, red and raw, calling to me to suck them. With difficulty I raised my head and looked at her belly, her winking navel, and down to the pink nakedness of her pubic mound with the shaft of my cock piercing it.

Then Maisie began to play with me. She raised her body, and my cock was dragged out of her till the muscles at the entrance of her cunt held me tightly just below my cock head. Then slowly she sat lower, taking me in and stretching my erection and gripping me so tightly that it seemed as if I must be bursting her vagina open. Then up again, and down again a little lower as if she could take me no further. Then she squirmed her whole body, rotating her pelvis so that my cock was like an auger reaming her out. And so it went on, deeper each time, squirming so that the head of my cock explored every recess of her vagina as it progressed further up into her belly.




Three Sisters All at Once



Finally she was sitting hard down on my thighs, and every inch of my cock was penetrating her, still tightly grasped all along its length. It had been such a totally different fuck from Sharon's, and I was afraid it was finished. But it was only just beginning. Now that Maisie's cunt was opened all the way up to her navel, the inch by inch progress was finished. Once more she rose till only the head of my cock was into her, and then steadily she sat down, taking me all the way in. Then up and down, up and down, slowly and steadily, using my prick to give her the pleasure she wanted in her own time.

This was a fuck altogether different from the one Louise had given me. With Louise, my cock had slid in and out of a cunt that was so wide open and so well lubricated that I was amazed a tunnel with such an insignificant slit at the surface could be so large. But Maisie's cunt was so tight that I felt I must be bursting her entrails apart, and wondered why she wasn't crying out in pain. I was almost crying out myself, but not in pain. With every downward thrust my prick was gripped as if by a tight clenched fist, the whole surface was stretched, and the sensitive skin of my knob was rubbed till the exquisite agony was almost unbearable.

And then Maisie was crying out, in a wailing tremolo. "Oh my god, he's filling my belly so full. I can feel his knob scraping me, he's reaming me out."

That was when I knew I was going to cum again. I could feel it deep down, beginning to surge all the way up from my balls. I felt as if every part of my body and soul was pouring out of me in a great explosion. And Maisie screamed. "He's cumming. I can feel his spunk, it's so hot, it's filling my belly. Keep cumming, keep filling my belly, don't stop. I'm going to cum with you."

The tight cunt worked my cock faster and faster as Maisie's whole body heaved up and down, her ass thumping on my thighs. Her tits were flailing up and down and I wanted to watch them. I wanted to be able to sit up and take their swollen buds into my mouth and suck them. But I couldn't even hold up my head . I couldn't move. Every scrap of my energy was pumping out my jism as Maisie's cunt squeezed me and stretched me and sucked me dry.

Louise's voice came from somewhere behind my head. "You deserve a rest, you've serviced the three of us very nicely. I think we could all do with a drink. And then we'll introduce you to some more nice sex games. We've got the whole night ahead of us."

I'm finished, I thought. I've had enough sex to last me a lifetime. She surely can't mean to go on all night.

But she did!



Three Sisters Ch. 01



This is my family incest story. For those that have been here awhile, this is a remake of VertigoJ's Party of Five. Vertigo abandoned his work at Chapter 20 almost a decade ago, but I loved his work so much I wanted to start fresh and finish it this time. I encourage you to check it out. The characters are named the same and all have similarities, and I've certainly kept some of my favorite plot elements, but anyone who has read Vertigo's story will see I take it to different places almost immediately. I've e-mailed him my work hoping he enjoys it. All feedback is welcome, I'll respond to anyone that isn't anonymous.

I'm not the first to remake the Party of Five series, as you can check out the Just the Six of Us series by MentalCase. He has some very creative ideas that have inspired me too. His story just released it's 28th Chapter on May 17th so I encourage everyone to check it out.

Finally, would anyone like to volunteer to edit? I clearly could use the help! Would love someone to spell check, grammar check, and make helpful suggestions. If you are interested mail me through Literotica.

THREE SISTERS: CHAPTER 1

"Josh, if you don't get the fuck up in 5 seconds I swear I'm coming back with a pitcher of ice water!"

"Wha?"

"Get up!" she said yanking down the covers.

Josh was only now starting to realize it was Jacquie that was talking to him. Oh, and that he had his usual morning wood standing proud in his now-exposed boxers. Thank god he had worn boxers!

"Jesus, Jackie, what if I'd been naked?" Josh exclaimed doing his best to covertly hide the true source of his embarrassment.

"And? I've seen a penis before, Josh. Granted, maybe not in a while..."

"Not MY penis!"

"Joshua Alexander Gleeson! You think in all the years of taking care of you since..."

"Mom," Josh thought finishing her sentence in his head knowing how hard it was for Jacquie to talk about their mother even after all these years.

"...since I started taking care of you?" Jacquie finally finished. "Please, little brother, the ladies of this house only wish you were that discrete!"

"Haha. Very funny."

Jacquie walked around his room picking up his clothes from the night before that he'd left on the floor humming to herself. Josh quickly made his way to the bathroom, making sure his oldest sister only could see his back as he went.

"Hurry up in there and deal with your 'situation'. I have a surprise for you downstairs."

Josh didn't dignify her remark with a retort as his face had turned 50 shades of pink and red. Still, she wasn't going to ruin his good mood now that he was fully conscious. Today was his 18th birthday and tomorrow he would have his beautiful girlfriend all to himself for an entire weekend. Yes sir, life was looking up for Old Josh!

In a hurry to get dressed and down for breakfast, Josh only paused to admire his freshly shaven face. It wasn't long ago that he had been riddled with acne. It hadn't kept him single, but it sure wasn't a confidence boost for a teenage boy that had freakin' Dawn as his sister. Josh was pretty sure there was a year where he heard "Craterface" more than "Josh."

Thank God for Alice ordering him that face product she had seen him watching on TV. He didn't have the heart to tell poor naive Alice that he had really just been checking out the hot chick from Dancing with the Stars that was advertising it. Always looking out for him, Alice had surprised him with a 6-month supple for Christmas and it really had done wonders for his complexion.

Walking downstairs, he heard Jacquie humming to herself in the kitchen. She really was right in her comfort area taking care of him and his sisters. She smiled as he came down and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. He made a show of whipping off his face with the best disgusted expression he could conjure up despite his big grin.

"Sit down and close your eyes. No peeking"

Josh did as he was told even though he knew she had a chocolate cupcake with a single candle in it for him to blow out. This was a tradition that Jacquie had taken over for their mother after she died 12 years ago.

"Now we will have the real deal tonight when Dawn gets home from her gig, this is just to tide you over."

Josh couldn't help but tear up a little like he usually did in moments like this when it really hit home how much Jacquie sacrificed to take care of him and his sisters. Maybe not brilliant like Alice, Jacquie was clearly a step or two ahead of Dawn and him in the IQ department. If Josh had to build his perfect woman, she might have an ass like Dawn's or the never-hurt-a-fly nature of Alice, but she'd be more like Jacquie than anyone else. It didn't hurt that she had possibly the most spectacular pair of tits he'd ever seen on a woman.

Jacquie seemed to catch him staring at her chest because she gave him a knowing smile and asked him if he was going to make a wish.

Blushing yet again, Josh blew out the candle quickly.

"So what did you wish for?"

"Pretty sure that only works on the real cake. Unless I get two wishes thanks to you."

"Oh yea, I have connections with all the important fairies."

"Thanks for all this."

"For a cupcake?"

"Not just the cupcake, for, you know, just being you. Taking care of us, me, even though I'm a pain in the ass. I know this isn't how you saw your life turning out."

"Josh, I'm 27, not 60. You sound like I'm an old maid!"

"You know what I mean. You should have a degree in something. Traveling the world. Married. I don't know. Anything but washing my dirty underwear every day."

"Josh, you're being sweet and I honestly appreciate it. But don't you for one second think I've regretted any second of taking care of you three. I love you all with all my heart and soul. Do I wish Mom was still with us? Every second of every day, but only because I miss her so much. Not because I wish I was sunbathing in Ibiza in the morning while having threesomes with Pablo and Armando at night."

"Pablo and Armando, eh?"

"Oh shut up you," she said, playfully punching him in the shoulder. "They were characters in this cheesy romance book I was reading."

"You and those romance books."

"Don't look at me, I borrowed this one from Alice and her book collection. If you can call that a book collection. The Library of Congress should be so well supplied."

"Hey, I like to read!" Alice said coming down the stairs.

"I know you do sweetie." Jacquie said, giving Alice and hug and her morning vitamin shake.

"Happy birthday, Joshy. I couldn't wait to give you my gift." Josh blushed as always as Alice used her pet name for him. If anyone else called him "Joshy" (Dawn!), he'd hate it, but from Alice it just seemed to fit.

"Aww, you didn't have to."

Josh admired the perfect wrapping as he shook the box to see if he could figure out what was inside while his sisters laughed. He finally gave up and opened up the small box. Inside was a handsome male bracelet with a blue stone in the middle.

"It's a Sunstone. Or more specifically, a Viking Sunstone that dates back as far as the 13th Century. This one came from a sunken ship that was excavated 8 years ago off the coast off..."

Josh listen to his sister go on-and-on about his gift and lost his attention somewhere between the Spanish Armada and Queen Victoria. Still, he could listen to his sister talk for hours and never complain. Her soft voice was soothing and her excitement for life infectious. She wanted to know everything about everything and, to Josh at least, seemed to have succeeded. When they used to do trivia, everyone wanted to know where their hidden smartphone was because no way they could always win every week without cheating.

"Let Josh finish his breakfast, Sweetie. You're going to make him late for school."

"Oh, sorry. I'll finish telling you about it tonight. Okay?"

"mmhmm" Josh managed to say while scarfing down the food that Jacquie had stealthily placed in front of him while Alice was talking. Josh only had a couple of minutes to leave if he wanted to be present for 1st Period so manners were out the window. Today were the last classes before Finals and always had can't-miss information for the tests.

Quickly hugging and kissing each sister on the cheek, Josh ran upstairs for his backpack and books and skipped a few steps on his way to his jeep. He probably wouldn't see Valerie until lunch, but was hoping he would get a big birthday welcome when he did.

Turns out Valerie had left early to her senior year Internship so Josh was going to have to go without any birthday kisses unless one of his buddies was feeling amorous. He had to settle for a semi-sweet birthday text message that said she loved him and a promise to call tonight.

The rest of the day was equally uneventful with Josh's Senioritis at an all-time high. A lot of his friends had skipped classes at record levels their final semester, but Josh knew better. He wasn't sure who would be angrier, Jacquie or Alice, but he wasn't about to find out.

He remembered his best friend Matt, in one of his less sensitive moments, saying to Josh he was lucky that he didn't have parents bossing him around day and night. Matt thought Josh's life was some sort of fantasy. No parents, enough money in the bank to live like kings, and three gorgeous sisters walking around naked all of the time.

The truth was that his Mother's well-meaning sister had come to live with them following her death, and had tried to assume the matron role of the household. However, from the get-go it was Jacquie that had taken care of them and Alice that had handled all the money questions. Josh honestly had no idea how much money they had, only that Alice was investing it since she was 15 years old. Of course, there was no financial planner on Earth Josh trusted more than Alice.

When it had become clear she wasn't really needed after a few years, Aunt Cindy had happily moved back home to get back to her gardening. Something she swore was impossible to do properly in Southern California's climate. Social services had long-since stopped checking up on them and if necessary Aunt Cindy was only a short flight away. Jacquie, about the age that Josh was today, was the boss and no one was complaining. She was strict, but loving and fair. Much how Josh remembered his mother.

Only Dawn had really rebelled against Jacquie. How that slut had made it through high school Josh could only speculate. Certainly not with her legs closed, that's for sure. Dawn and Josh did not get along, to put it mildly. Alice once described their relationship as only Alice could: Hitler and Churchill sharing a flat in 1942. Josh assumed he was Churchill.

It wasn't that he hated Dawn, it was just... no wait, he totally hated Dawn! The way she dressed like a prostitute in high school. The way she made those outfits look Church-appropriate compared to the stuff she wears now. Sure, she was smoking hot, but did she have to remind Josh of it every fucking day? Wondering how they could possibly share the same genes or if he was adopted. Josh's early, and extremely often, introduction to sex was the excruciatingly thin walls that separated his room from what can only be described as Dawn's sex pad. Clown cars had less guys in them then Dawn's bed.

Josh returned home to find his sister folding clothes in the living room. She kept bending over to pick up the next item to fold which gave Josh a good view of her cleavage through the top of her blouse. It was distracting to say the least.

"Where is Alice?"

"Taking a nap."

"She's sleeping a lot lately, huh?"

"Yea," Jacquie responded sadly. "How was school?"

Appreciating the change of subject Josh told her about his day in all its boring detail.

"So did your Physics teacher say if the test was going to be all multiple choice?" she asked as she bent down especially far to grasp a missing sock and Josh could swear he could see what might be a nipple but probably was just a shadow. Kind of like when he was a young kid and tried to watch scrambled porn on cable.

"yea, um... he said that we... um... could maybe have, like calculators and..."

Jacquie made eye contact with Josh and finally stood up. With a giggle she adjusted herself.

"um... what was the question?"

"Men," she said, but with a wink to Josh.

Josh, ready to crawl in a hole and die, made an excuse about needing to call Valerie and went up to his room until dinner. When he made his way to the table he was relieved to find only Jacquie and Alice waiting. Dawn was not someone he felt like dealing with right now.

They had a peaceful meal and no one mentioned Dawn once. Fine with Josh. However, when it came time for cake Josh asked what they were waiting for.

"Dawn isn't here yet," Jacquie told him.

"So?"

"Josh, we haven't had a single birthday apart from each other in our entire lives and we aren't starting tonight."

"Dawn will be here soon, Joshy. She texted my phone earlier saying she would be late," Alice pointed out.

"Why ruin a perfect good birthday?"

"Josh, can you please try and be nice to Dawn just this once? Especially today," Alice requested in that Alicey way that made Josh's will crumble.

"I guess. I mean, it's MY birthday, shouldn't she go out of the way to be nice to me? Wait, what do you mean, 'especially today?'"

"She's had a rough day," Jacquie told him.

Josh, eager for future ammunition to use in his never-ending war with Dawn, pestered them until finally Jacquie caved.

"Her boyfriend admitted that he was cheating on her while she was away on a photo-shoot in New York. She had pretty much known he was a jerk from day 1, but you know Dawn's taste in guys. Anyways, they had a big fight and she ended it with him. I think she was late because she wanted to pick up some things from his place."

"I don't get it. If all of these guys have places, why is she always having sex here? I'm pretty sure she picks up random guys and takes them home for the sole purpose of ruining my sleep!"

"Josh!" Alice exclaimed, but both sisters were laughing, probably because they knew it was true Josh decided.

"So promise me you'll be a gentleman tonight?"

"Are you kidding, Jacquie? This is the best present you've ever given me!"

"Josh, how would you feel if you found out Valerie was having sex with more than just you?"

"We, um... aren't exactly having sex."

"But you've been together for so long. I thought sex was just a given thing after so many dates," Alice chimed in, clearly fascinated with a subject Josh assumed she knew nothing about.

"We like kiss and stuff. You know how Christian she is. I guess she wants to save herself for marriage."

"That's really sweet of you Joshy to be so understanding."

"So that means you're a virgin?"

"Jacquie, that's none of your business!"

"It is okay, Joshy. I'm a virgin too. You don't have to be ashamed."

His sisters were clearly trying to kill him from embarrassment and it was working.

"It's different for me Alice. I'm not, you know... and I'm a guy. We are expected to have sex! It's not cool to wait."

"Well I am very proud of you, Joshy. We can create the Gleeson All-Virgin Club! I'm President because I've been a virgin the longest so I'm the best at it."

Everyone was laughing and Josh was actually glad he had confided in his sisters. He still made them promise to keep his secret from Dawn in return for a pledge to be nice to her. They talked and laughed and Alice shared what she had learned that day about Hungarian furniture design.

When Dawn finally did come in she was clearly in a bad mood, but if she had been crying, her perfect make-up hid it. She looked amazing, actually, much to Josh's chagrin. If he had to be nice to her at least she could do was have the decency to look miserable.

After they had cake it was time for presents. Alice had already given him his gift, so it was Jacquie's turn and she had him open several boxes containing the usual assortment of everyday clothes, video games and running shoes that proved she knew him perfectly. Her final gift was a new laptop that she swore to return if he didn't ace his Finals.

Dawn had a wrapped present for him too which was unusual in that she usually just gave him his gift in the shopping bag from wherever she had bought it five minutes earlier.

He unwrapped and opened the large box and found an entire outfit, head-to-toe. Dress shoes, slacks, a button-down shirt, even sunglasses. Best of all was a leather jacket that he was sure was worth a nice down payment on a new car. Everything was designer labels (of course), and Josh was hard pressed to find any fault in her gift.

"Wow, Dawn. Make sure you have my birthday marked in your calendar! Josh, tell Dawn thank you."

Josh was annoyed that Jacquie was in full mother mode talking to him like he was 10 again even as he obediently mumbled a thank you.

"No reason to thank me. The whole gift is actually rather selfish. Tired of you dressing like garbage making people think I'm related to a homeless guy."

Josh was biting his tongue remembering his promise, but she had a way to get under his skin, quickly, even with a comment that wouldn't register to him had anyone else in the world said it.

"Doesn't that skank girlfriend of yours, Vicky..."

"Valerie!"

"Whatever. Doesn't she care enough about you to take you to the mall?"

"I noticed you didn't give me any underwear. You know it's not optional for us normal people, right?"

"Josh be nice," Alice implored but Josh had already opened the flood gates.

"You'd like to see my underwear, I bet. Pervert."

"Oh right, because your 1 inch skirt makes it so hard to check out. I guess easy access for any guy with a working penis. Or no penis! Penis optional to ride the town bike!"

"At least I have options. What's the matter, could only blackmail one girl in your school to sleep with your ugly ass."

"You leave Valerie out of this or I swear..."

"You'll what, call me a whore? Slut? Your insults got old a long, long time ago, Joshy," Dawn fired back, using Alice's pet name because she knew he hated her using it.

"The truth never gets old. Unlike you who can't even keep one guy satisfied without him screwing another girl."

At this point both of his other sisters gasped and Dawn looked like she was going to kill him. Josh had pissed off Dawn a few thousand times, but he couldn't remember her ever looking this angry. Fire flashed in her eyes and in spite of himself, Josh flinched in fear.

"Calm down, Dawn. Josh didn't mean it. You really shouldn't have called Valerie a skank."

"Yea, they aren't even having sex," Alice added.

Josh groaned. He was so fucked. Why couldn't Dawn have just stabbed him with a knife or something. At least the end would have come quickly.

Dawn went from nuclear meltdown angry to laughing hysterically.

"No sex? Two YEARS and you haven't gotten in her pants? Two years! What a fucking loser!"

Josh tried to respond but he knew he'd been beaten. Dawn kept laughing hysterically and repeating "two years" over and over, each time bringing with it a new set of laughter.

For her part Alice just looked over apologetically and mouthed "I'm sorry," to Josh. Unable to stay in the dining room any longer, Josh stormed off to his bedroom and slammed the door. If anyone came to see if he was okay he didn't hear them over the loud music blaring through his headphones.

A couple of hours later, Josh noticed a missed call from Valerie on his phone. He figured she would be asleep already, but he had to talk to her at least once on his birthday. Predictably, he woke her up and they talked a little. He told her about his birthday party, leaving out anything to do with Dawn of course. They talked about what they would pack for the trip to the cabin this weekend and logistics of meeting up. They shared their 'I love you's' and said goodnight.




Three Sisters Ch. 01



Josh tried to sleep, but his mind was occupied with thoughts of revenge on Dawn. He finally figured the best revenge was to prove her wrong. They were both 18 now, maybe it was time that Valerie and he took their relationship to the next level. They were going to different schools in the Fall, even if both colleges were close by, wasn't it only natural to want to have sex before they stopped seeing each other every day?

He knew her feelings on sex, and had always respected them, but maybe she just needed a little push. She always seemed to enjoy when they made out, and had even let him feel her up through her shirt. Dawn always said women love sex as much a guys, and her not-so-quiet performances next door to him certainly didn't make him think she was lying.

Josh drifted off to sleep determined that this weekend's camping trip with Valerie was going to be the end of both their virginities. The fact that it was a family trip with Dawn would just make his victory that much sweeter. He would show her who the loser was. 



Three Sisters Ch. 02



Thank you for the comments on my story, both on website and e-mailed to me directly.

I responded in the comment section to a couple complaints, but to repeat here, I'm doing a remake of Party of 5. I saw no reason to change the names or to reinvent the wheel, especially in Chapter 1. My goal is to end up pretty close to where the original Party of 5 was around Chapter 20 with a few differences. Still, half the fun is in the getting there, right? After that it's all virgin territory like Josh himself!

If it was too short it is because I have a LOT more to go. Also, I thought 10 pages of typing meant a lot of pages on Literotica. Nope! First time writer here. This page is 16 pages, so at least a bit longer.

Perhaps those that are impatient for the "good stuff" should either wait for a while before reading until I've built up several chapters, or find a story with a more instant reward. Come back in a month  

I have no idea how many people are like me, but I find little enjoyment in immediate sex/gang bang sex stories. I need to be invested in characters to enjoy it fully. Not a criticism to anyone else's stuff or tastes, I just write what I myself would like to read. 

Special thanks to my editor for helping out. I forgot if he wanted me to list him here, so I won't mention him by name this time. I'll ask him for next chapter if he wants me to name him. 




"WHAT THE FUCK?" Josh screamed as he was awoken from a particularly graphic dream, got hopelessly tangled in his covers, and found himself in a wet heap on the floor.

"I warned you to get up," Jacquie managed to get out between breath-stealing laughter. Her normally angelic voice suddenly sounding more like nails on a chalkboard to Josh. 

"Yesterday!" 

"And today. 5 times."

"So you tried to drown me?" Josh sputtered. 

"Are you awake?"

"Yes!"

"Then it was a risk worth taking. Now get ready. You need to load the car with all our supplies. Here, I made your checklist. We still have go to the store for a few things. If your sister takes forever to get ready, I might send you there before we all leave together. We can swing by and pick up Valerie and be at the cabin by 1."

"Okay, okay. Give me 10 minutes and I'll be down. Is that fast enough for you, fire marshal?"

Jacquie just giggled and moved to leave. 

"Where are you going now?"

"To get some more ice water. Dawn is even harder to wake up than you!"

The idea that Dawn was about to get doused was enough to brighten Josh's morning mood. That and his morning erection had seemingly escaped Jacquie's attention this time. He made a point to delay his shower long enough to hear the fireworks next door. 

Josh checked out Jacquie's list. The usual collection of food, drinks, cooler and other camping supplies that Jacquie had him gather every time they headed north-east to the family cabin at Big Bear Lake. She also included a starred reminder to grab all of the luggage from each room, because God forbid a girl in this house carry a bag 20 feet. The drive was only a little over 2 hours if anyone but Dawn was behind the wheel. She'd get them there a lot quicker if you didn't mind feeling like you were on a particularly unsafe rollercoaster. 

Josh fired off a quick text to Valerie to make sure she was up. No one took as excruciatingly long to get ready as Dawn, but Valerie was a close second. Where Dawn was the queen of hot & slutty, Valerie could have been the cover model for Young Christian Monthly. With her blue eyes, blond hair, hour glass figure and a classically beautiful face, Josh was the envy of all of his friends. Of course, their admittedly less attractive girlfriends were probably willing to have sex with them. 

Josh spent the rest of the morning planning his seduction of the beauty. Alice had sold the family cabin that his Mother had owned since before he was born years ago. He had only vague memories of going there when he was little. 

Since they had purchased the 3 bedroom Big Bear cabin, Josh had always gotten a room for himself being the only male of the group. He had never appreciated the extra privacy more than now. In the almost two years they had dated, Valerie and Josh had never slept in the same bed together, let alone overnight for an entire weekend. Even with her graduating soon, he couldn't believe Mr. and Mrs. Lipton had approved this weekend trip. 

Thoughts of Valerie naked, moaning and in various sexual positions occupied Josh's mind until a straight out of a horror movie scream came through his wall.

"Motherfucker, I'll fucking kill you!"

Oh yes, it was going to be a good weekend.

*****

Josh finished loading up the jeep right as his sisters emerged from the house. The 5-seater vehicle was tight when it was just the 4 of them heading to the cabin, but add in Valerie in a second and it was basically a MENSA test to make it all work. 

Luckily for Josh he had two things going for him. First, what Alice was to math, and physics, and chemistry, and history... you get the idea... Josh was to packing a vehicle. He was the Einstein of his generation in loading cargo. A necessity when living with three chicks and being the go-to individual for lifting heavy objects. 

His second advantage was Dawn's skanky attire. She could fit a week's worth of outfits into a medium sized purse. Guess there were some advantages to being a functioning nymphomaniac. 

Unfortunately, any space Dawn saved the family was more than filled by his other two sisters' need to pack up their entire fucking bedrooms to go away for 3 days. 

Jacquie was such a home body that whenever she left the home she felt the need to go overboard with accessorizing and outfit changes. Josh had tried to explain she basically needed shorts, a bathing suit and some t-shirts, but his arguments had fallen on deaf ears. If Brad Pitt showed up and invited Jacquie to join him on the red carpet for his latest movie premiere, Josh was pretty sure Jacquie was prepared.

And while Alice may have fallen somewhere in between her sisters in terms of clothes, she was perhaps even worse because 3 days of vacation had to include a collection of books that would take Josh a year get through. He had bought her a Kindle for Christmas a few years earlier which she had assured him was the 'perfect' gift. Never mind he'd seen her use it a few times for maybe a week and then gone back to the ones she could hold in her hand. She liked how they smelled or something.

Speaking of Dawn's attire, holy shit. Josh couldn't help but check out Dawn as she led her sisters out of the house towards the car. Somewhere in the back of Josh's mind he noted Alice jumping into the front passenger seat as Jacquie went about her inspection making sure everything was there

Dawn took out a hand mirror from her purse to check herself out near the front of the jeep. If she was wearing any less she'd literally be naked. He was going to grab his dental floss to offer her something more substantial to put on. Her outfit reminded him of those models that posed naked for Sports Illustrated, but had outfits painted on them. You still knew they were naked though because you could see nipples. Josh could see nipples. If her mid drift exposing tank top wasn't sexy enough, she'd obviously used a pair of scissors to cut it up in (almost) the best places. 

"Put your tongue back in your mouth, pervert. I know this is the most skin you've ever seen in your pathetic life, but maybe save the lust for someone it isn't illegal to fuck?"

"I was just shocked you had bothered to wear clothes at all. What if we run into a couple of 50 year old, overweight gas station attendants? Won't the 5 seconds it will take to get your clothes off really put a damper on your sex life?" 

"At least I have a sex life. The last person to touch your genitals told you to cough and then made you pay for it."

"Well you are the expert at getting paid to touch genitals."

"There isn't enough money in the world to touch your dick, Honey. So you can stop saving up now."

"You act like having sex is some big accomplishment. Spreading your legs and getting horny losers to put their dicks in you really what you are going to be bragging about at the old folk's home?"

"Josh, if you want some advice on how to get Vanessa to give it up all you have to do is grovel for a few hours."

"You know her fucking name. And get it all out now, because no way am I allowing you to torment her with your shit all weekend and ruin this trip for us."

"Oh, is little Joshy worried I'll embarrass him in front of his girlfriend about his inability to seal the deal?"

"Yes Dawn, that's brilliant. You got me. You can tell my virgin girlfriend that I'm a virgin too, and see how horrified she is about her, OUR, decision to wait until marriage to have sex."

"She doesn't want to wait until she's married to have sex, idiot. She just doesn't want to have sex with you."

"Oh right, because that's the only explanation. Some of us believe in God. I know Lucifer has a special place all picked out and reserved for you, but I'll pass on your life path if it's all the same."

"If you think it is God that is keeping her panties on, you are dumber than you look. And you know how dumb I think you..."

Just then Jacquie grabbed both of their arms and pulled them to the side away from the car and Alice.

"Look you two," she both whispered and yelled, which sounds impossible, but you don't know angry Jacquie. "Alice is feeling really great this weekend. I swear to God if either of you two little shits takes away even a second of her happiness I will personally make you regret it."

Josh looked over at Alice, smiling in the front seat, totally oblivious to their latest argument. Josh felt exactly 2 inches tall all of a sudden. Jacquie told him and Dawn to each apologize, which they did in as cold a manner as possible. 

"Now you guys can hate each other all you, just internalize it for 3 days. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

"And Dawn, be nice to Valerie. You might even find you like her."

"Okay Jacquie, you win. By the end of the weekend we will be the bestest friends in the whole wide world."

Josh just grunted and climbed into the driver's seat. He'd be worried about what Dawn would say to Valerie if Val wasn't so well versed in all things Dawn. They had discussed her and her lifestyle ad nauseam. Val was of the firm opinion that Dawn was an extremely troubled young woman that needed to find Jesus. These two were oil and water. Josh knew that Valerie would avoid Dawn as much as possible.

They made it to Valerie's house in a few minutes as her family lived only a couple of miles away. He really was worried about her over packing as his poor Jeep couldn't take much more. They had never taken a trip together, and the one time he had dropped her off for a winter church trip she had a huge suitcase that had to weigh 60 pounds. To be fair, she was going on a missionary trip for 2 weeks so that was hardly a good comparison.

True to her word (this time), Valerie was standing out front of her house ready to go when Josh pulled up. Josh theorized that her readiness was an attempt to avoid a confrontation between Josh and her parents. Truth be told, they actually liked Josh. Well, as much as super religious, straight-laced protective parents could like the teenage boy dating their virgin daughter. Which probably wasn't all that much. 

Even after nearly two years of dating, and several more admiring her from afar, Josh still got knots in his stomach each time he sees her. She was that pretty. If Dawn was Jessica Alba dancing on a stripper pole in Sin City, Valerie was more like Julie Roberts all dressed up in Pretty Woman. Blond hair, blue eyes, long legs and perky cheerleader breasts. Which were totally not on display today as she was dressed head-to-toe in sweats.

"Hey Baby." 

"Hey Josh. Grab my bag, sweetheart?" 

Josh grabbed her reasonable sized duffle bag and was rewarded with a chaste kiss on the cheek which was pretty much the maximum amount of PDA she was willing to show. Josh reminded himself that he had a lot of work to do this weekend if he was going to lose his virginity. That's okay, he liked a challenge. The recently purchased condoms in his bag were not going unused.

"Come sit next to me, Valerie. Let Joshy concentrate on the road." 

Josh shot Dawn a 'die' glare which she ignored. Josh did most of the family driving for the last year or so and Alice pretty much had a reserved spot up front since she wanted the best view of everything. It still peeved Josh that Dawn thought she was somehow winning. 

Inexplicably, Dawn managed to spend the rest of the car trip monopolizing Valerie's attention. They talked about shoes, jewelry, make-up, shopping and, of course, boys. Basically everything that Josh knew zero about and had even less interest in learning. Dawn even asked her advice on various love issues. Somehow, Dawn had managed to piss off Josh with kindness. Her depravity knew no limits.

Josh said all of three words to the love of his life during the entire car trip. They alternated from discussing random inane girl crap at full volume to hushed whispers and giggles. He was sure he had heard his name bantered a few times when they huddled together secretively. The trip would have been truly miserable if not for Alice sitting next to him. She was a tour guide for everything they passed on the road. Apparently in anticipation of their latest trip, she had Google Earthed the route and researched highlights. Only Alice. Josh could listen to her for hours without complaint, though.

They arrived at Big Bear as close to on schedule as a trip with 4 girls could hope to be. The girls hustled inside while Josh began to unload the Jeep. The room division was pretty much permanently set for years with Josh and Dawn getting the smaller rooms near the front of the cabin and Alice and Jacquie sharing the large master bedroom in the back. 

Josh slowly piled up the luggage and supplies in the cabin's entryway, allowing Jacquie to coordinate where everything went from there.

"Josh, please put Valerie's bag in Dawn's room."

"What the fuck?" Josh blurted out causing all 4 girls to stop and look what they were doing and look at him like he had screamed fire. 

"Um... I just realized I forgot something at home. Go back to your lives. Jacquie, can I speak to you alone for a moment, please?"

"What is it Josh, I have to get everything unpacked?"

"Why are you putting Val and me in Dawn's room?" Josh asked hopefully.

"I'm putting Valerie in Dawn's room, with Dawn. She was kind enough to volunteer to share. Did you want to sleep on the couch?"

"No, I want to sleep in a bed, with my girlfriend. Together."

"Josh, I promised Valerie's parents that the sleeping arrangements would be strictly same sex. Why do you think they allowed Valerie to come at all? You are welcome by the way."

"And I totally appreciate that. But do you see her parents? I don't see them. It's not like you stopped Dawn from sleeping with guys when she was my age. Or years before she was my age..."

"Josh, I gave them my word. This is a family trip, not a time to shack up. Besides, I didn't hear Valerie complaining."

"That's because she is too nice. Of course she wants to stay in the same room as me."

"Nonetheless, it's done. You can spend every waking moment together for 3 full days. Just none of the non-waking ones."

Josh spent several more minutes trying to change Jacquie's mind despite knowing that nothing really changed Jacquie's mind once she put her foot down. Josh entered full brood mode as he unloaded the remaining articles in the Jeep and went about doing errands that Jacquie assigned him for the cabin. He did what she told him to do, as always, but he did it in the most passive aggressive way he knew how. If Jacquie noticed his discontent she failed to acknowledge it.

"Why don't you guys head out to the lake and swim. I'm going to get dinner ready." Jacquie announced after the cabin was just the way she wanted it. Josh tried to remind her that this was her vacation too, but he knew that taking care of them was just her nature. 

"What do you say, Val, wanna go swimming with me?"

"As long as it's safe to swim in the lake. There aren't like snakes or anything, right?"

"Well, I mean, it's a lake, not a pool. Stuff lives in there."

"Come on V, don't be such a pussy. I go in there all the time." Dawn jumped into a conversation that did not include her Josh thought. And V?

"Well, if you say so I guess I could try it out. Plus I can wear that new bikini I told you about!"

A suddenly excited Valerie disappeared with Dawn into their shared room to presumably change. Josh, excited about seeing Valerie in this bikini (he previously had been treated only to very modest one pieces), went to change himself. 

When he returned to the common room he found only Alice ready to head to the lake. 

"Where the hell is everyone?"

"They haven't come out yet. You know Dawn. Wanna put some sunblock on my back?"

"What? Oh, sure, no problem."

Josh went to work on Alice's back. Her skin was really smooth, and she smelled like strawberries. She just felt so frail in his arms. She wasn't like anorexic or anything, just tiny. Her shoulders were bony and she always kinda giggled when he touched her like a person that wasn't used to being touched. Josh took his time rubbing the oil into her skin, noticing for the first time she had also gone to put on a bikini. 

When he pressed the sunblock into her lower back she let out a half squeak, half moan that had Josh momentarily forgetting whose skin he really wanted to be touching. Very momentarily actually, as Valerie and Dawn emerged from their bedroom giggling. 

Josh half expected them to come out with their make-up and hair perfectly done up, they had been in there so long. Valerie actually looked a little flushed. Probably running around trying on several outfits until she settled on the perfect one. Dawn, well, she actually did look pretty perfect already. Bitch.

"So what do you think, Josh?" Josh stood back and admired his love. The bikini hid little and he was slightly surprised that her stomach was so toned. He had touched her breasts before through layers of clothing, but this was oddly the best view he had ever seen of them. And they were definitely worth waiting a couple of years for!

"Wow! Um. You know. Great."

All of the girls had a nice laugh at Josh's flustered state, even Alice who quickly asked the girls to leave him alone.

"Come on, Valerie, I'll show you to where we keep the rafts, "Alice kindly offered. "I don't like to get in the lake fully either." She led Valerie out the front of the cabin to the storage area on the side.

"I have to admit, Joshy, you landed yourself a hot girlfriend. The guys at your school must be REALLY ugly."

"Well, since 80% of them have slept with you you're probably right."

"Oh come on. I was just trying to give you a compliment."

"Yea, some friend you are, making sure that we can't even share a bed together all weekend."

"Hey, that wasn't my idea. Jacquie asked me to bunk up with V. For the record, I told her you guys were just going to be holding hands and singing gospel music all night so she should just let you share a room. It would be like two platonic guy friends."

"You are so fucking funny. Did you ever think that maybe I was going to try for something a little more?"

"Believe me, Josh. That girl is not going to sleep with you anytime soon. Take my advice and move on to a girl that is really into you in every way."

"Just because every guy you know ends up being into you, in every way, doesn't mean Val doesn't love me. She is just waiting for it to be perfect."

"How are you going to sit there and call me a slut and then not take my advice about sex? Who knows more about sex than me?"




Three Sisters Ch. 03



Here you go, Chapter 3. Wanted to knock these things out quicker than every month, but a month at the latest was the goal. Unfortunately, work called expectantly and I found myself indisposed for a couple of weeks. This is 17 pages types, so slightly longer than Chapter 2. I have 5 pages already written for Chapter 4, so hopefully it comes out quicker. I took the complaints (and the praise) to heart, but the story is already mapped out in my head. I still thought about the comments when I was writing, so hopefully it shows. Still a slow build up, but moving in the right direction I hope! Your comments make this all worth it, so please don't be shy.

THREE SISTERS CH. 03 

Josh stood in the doorway of Dawn's room inside the family's cabin, unable to react to what he was seeing. His mind had finally processed the scene, but had yet to give the body its orders to somehow make this right. But the reality was there was no making this right. 

Before him was his girlfriend, Valerie, the woman he thought he was going to grow old with, having sex with another person. That would be devastating under any circumstance. However, the other person was none other than Josh's nemesis, his sister Dawn. They had never been close, had never been friends growing up. But pure betrayal? Stabbing him in the back in the most hurtful way possible? What had he ever done in his life to her to be the target of this hatred?

Nothing, Josh decided. He would never have done this to anyone. No one should feel what he is now feeling. Anger seized Josh now, temporary overpowering his despair and confusion. 

Simultaneously, Valerie happened to look over in Josh's direction and gasped when she saw him there. Quickly she rolled to her left, grabbing the sheets to cover her naked lower half and kicking a probably confused Dawn in the head. Valerie disappeared in the darkness behind the far bed. Josh saw Dawn recover, stand up and look his way. 

"Josh! Oh my God. It's not... we..." Dawn stuttered out, and began to move his way. Her face glistening with the evidence of her treachery.

Blood flashed in Josh's eyes. His rage boiled over and he made his right hand into a fist and cocked it back, ready to take Dawn's head off. Realization came over Dawn half way to Josh, and she cowered down, covering her face with her hands.

Seeing her terrified, Josh's rationality returned just enough to feel shame that he could have hit a lady, even if Dawn barely qualified. Scared about what he would do if he stayed in that room a second longer, Josh fled into his own room, slamming and locking the door. 

There his emotions took over. Anger. Hurt. Sadness. Disappointment. He had no ability to cope with them all. Josh felt tears well up in his eyes, but fought them back. He had not cried since his mother died. Not when he broke his leg playing football. Not when his dog died. So certainly not when his whore of a sister ruined his life. He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. 

All of Josh's thoughts focused on Dawn and how she could do this to him. It occurred to him that Valerie was not without fault here, but he dismissed most of these thoughts believing that her naive nature was no match for the Queen of Sodom. 

Josh wasn't aware of how much time had passed when he heard a soft knock at his door. Looking at his phone he realized it was almost 3 in the morning. No doubt Valerie coming to talk to him and explain her side of the story. Josh ignored the knock. He'd talk to her tomorrow when he could trust himself more. The knock came again, followed by a soft sigh. Josh heard Valerie walk away, clearly having given up on talking to him.

Sleep came eventually. Josh awoke sometime later to the sound of knocking once again at his door. He wasn't sure what time it was, but the sunlight coming through his window told him he had gotten at least some sleep. 

"Josh, honey, I know you are sad but you can't spend all day in bed," came Jacquie's voice through the door. "Hurry up and get out here, I made you all your favorite things for breakfast."

How the hell did Jacquie know he was sad? Had Dawn fabricated some tale to Jacquie and Alice, in the hopes of mitigating the damage once they learned the truth? Well if she thought he was going to go down without a fight, she had another thing coming. It was about time that his sisters knew the real Dawn, the one that he had seen for years. Also, he needed to get Valerie alone. Sure, she had hurt him, but after he deprogrammed her they could get past this. 

Josh dressed quickly and started to exit his room when he saw a note folded up near his door entrance. It contained just two words, "I'm sorry." Val had already started to reach out to him, which elevated Josh's mood to somewhere just north of "fuck me." 

Josh saw Alice sitting at the kitchen table, which was overflowing with more food than 5 people should be able to eat. Jacquie was in the kitchen cooking even more. Josh looked around but saw no sign of either Valerie or Dawn. 

"Eat up while it's hot," Jacquie said from the kitchen. "And Josh, I know you are sad about Valerie having to go home because her grandmother is sick, but you really should have gotten up to see her off. Her father didn't look happy about not seeing you when he got here this morning. Well, to be fair I didn't get to talk to him, but he sure wasn't happy about something when he pulled up. Maybe he's just really close to his mother?"

Guess that explained what happened to Val. She must have called her Dad to pick her up. Josh wondered what story she had told him to get him to drive 2 hours in the middle of the night to get her. No wonder he looked pissed off. Josh may have harbored a belief that he could make things better with Valerie in the future, but a small part of him was hoping that long drive home was as uncomfortable as possible. Now what about Satan?

"Where is Dawn?"

"She got called away for a modeling shoot. She woke me up this morning and said she had to leave right away. New York or something. Said she had no idea when she would be back. Someone sent a car to get her and she was out the door."

"Thank Christ."

"Oh you two. I thought you were actually getting along yesterday. Someday you are going to laugh about all this fighting."

"Don't hold your breath." If she only knew.

Josh spent this rest of the morning putting on a brave face. Jacquie didn't mention anything when he barely touched his food. When Alice wanted to go for a walk through woods he was quick to volunteer. Even in his depressed state he couldn't say no to Alice. 

Amazingly, he actually enjoyed the 2 hours Alice and him spent alone together. She'd even made him laugh a couple of times. Josh thought back to when he was a kid and his mother died. His memories of his mother were vague, but after the funeral Jacquie had taken all four of them to see a movie, a comedy. The real memory that came through was they had all sat in that theater laughing together. He couldn't even remember the movie. 2 hours of laughing, followed by weeks of everyone crying. 

Alice was having a similar effect on him now. Even day-dreamy Alice noticed something was bothering him, but only asked him once if he wanted to talk about anything. Still, her child-like passion for the world was infectious. Josh only thought about Valerie a few thousand times, a marked improvement. Sadly, when he returned to the cabin and was by himself again in his room, life caught up to him just like after the movie. 

Josh's funk couldn't be shook off in the late afternoon when Jacquie announced that she was ready to actually go outdoors and to the lake. He declined her invite and spent the remainder of the daylight hours in solitary with his thoughts, which alternated from "Why me, God?" to extravagant plans of revenge against Dawn. 

Somewhere along the line he'd fallen asleep and awoke to a plate of dinner left on the nightstand by his bed. Deciding to eat on the kitchen table, Josh grabbed the plate of food and headed outside of his room. He found Jacquie watching a video on the couch. One of the family's homemade movies from before his mother died. He sat down and started eating in silence next to his sister.

Josh recognized himself as a one year old being held by his mother. The entire family was there. Even Dawn looked pretty cute as a kid. You know, before she grew up into Stalin. Everyone looked so happy. Josh glanced over at Jacquie and she looked mesmerized by the scenes before her. Nothing was more important to her than family. Josh usually felt sorry for her that she didn't have more going on in her life. Usually. Now he figured that having a life was vastly overrated. 

"You want to talk about it, yet?" Jacquie said, breaking the silence but not her gaze at the TV.

"Talk about what?"

"About whatever it is that is bothering you."

"I'm fine."

"Josh, I raised you. You think I can't tell when something is bothering you? And this one must be a doozy. I don't know that I've ever seen you this down."

"Just sad Valerie left, that's all."

Jacquie finally turned and looked at Josh. Squinted her eyes, and gave a long sigh.

"Fine, don't tell me if you don't want to. You know, I'm a pretty good person to talk to. You might actually feel better."

"I doubt it."

"Try me."

"There isn't anything you can say to make this one better. Plus, you are just going to take her side like you've always done my entire life."

"Whose side?"

"Obviously Dawn's. Who else could I be talking about?"

"You two really did have another fight. Well she's gone for a while, problem solved."

"She needs to never come back. I mean it, Jacquie. Her or me. You have to choose."

"Okay, slow down. Take a deep breath, then tell me what the hell you are talking about."

"She fucking slept with Valerie! My girlfriend cheated on me with my fucking sister. Are you happy now? Can you fix my fucking problem?" Josh's voice was rising, focusing his rage on innocent Jacquie. 

"This is all your fault. You let her do whatever the fuck she wants. Fuck this guy, fuck that guy. Of course she grew up not knowing that you don't fucking steal people's girlfriends. Maybe if you'd given a damn about us she'd have turned into a decent human being."

Jacquie flinched as if she'd been struck, and Josh understood immediately that he had gone too far. 

Literally huffing and puffing, Josh just starred at Jacquie waiting for her reaction. 

"You get that all out of your system?"

Josh nodded.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes."

"And is there something you maybe want to say to me?"

"I'm sorry," he said clearly, even while staring at the floor. 

"Forgiven. I understand that you are furious with Dawn, Josh. But I'm not Dawn. Now, from the beginning, calmly, tell me what happened."

Relieved that she had been so forgiving, though hardly surprised, Josh told Jacquie everything. He explained how Dawn making fun of him for being a virgin had pissed him off. About how Dawn had learned he wanted to try to move things forward with Valerie. He even mentioned how he thought it was working, due to the sexy bathing suits and Valerie seeming a little more open and flirty. He left out the Truth or Dare game. Jacquie probably wouldn't understand that at all.

Finally, he explained how he had walked in on the two of them together, having sex. 

"Well, small favor you didn't kill her right then. I'd be down to two siblings and have to bail your ass out of jail."

"Oh, believe me, I wanted to. I managed to hold back though."

"Guess I didn't raise you all to be indecent human beings after all?" she added, but with a smile that let him know she was just needling him. 

"I said I was sorry, Jacquie. You know you're amazing. We all know you're amazing."

"I love you too, Josh. Just like I love Dawn."

"Can we just forget the D word even exists? At least for tonight?"

"Okay."

A long silence ensued, Josh not really knowing what to say and Jacquie looked deep in thought. 

"A boy cheated on me once." Jacquie finally said. "You probably don't remember. I was a little younger than you, 17. So you couldn't have been older than 8. Senior year of high school, like you. Brandon Weiss. We couldn't have been dating for more than 3 months, but I'd decided that I was in love. So when he tried to have sex with me I gave in. I thought that is what you had to do to keep a boy interested.

"Anyways, one day I came to school and some chick I didn't recognize was looking for me. Told me to back off if I knew what was good for me. Apparently, he had been screwing some sophomore for almost the entire time we were dating. Certainly during the time he had told me he was in love with me and begged me for sex.

"I couldn't have been more devastated. Imagine how you feel now, only add in teenage girl. Now I know you and Valerie were together a lot longer than me and Brandon, but try explaining that to hysterical 17 year old me. In most ways I was a pretty damn mature 17 year old. I didn't drink, smoke, skip school, or anything my friends would do. Hell, you know I'd basically been raising you guys without any real adult help for a few years at that point. But when it came to my heart, I was no better than anyone else.

"I missed Mom then more than anytime I could remember. I know she would have known what to tell me to make it all better. Mom was so wonderful, Josh. I'm sorry I don't know how to make you feel any better. I wish she was here now." 

Josh saw the sadness in her eyes that was always there whenever she talked about their Mom. 

"Nah, you did fine. I'm glad you are the one here with me now." 

Josh hugged Jacquie and put his head down in her lap. He slowly started to fall asleep as she combed her hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry about Valerie, baby. I promise you'll feel better soon."

Funny thing about it, just like when he was talking to Alice, Josh was already starting to feel better.

A few weeks had passed since the weekend at the cabin. Josh had not seen Dawn during that time, and had only seen Valerie at his graduation ceremony. He had made an attempt to find her afterwards, but she disappeared quickly. 

Josh would like to say that he had handled his break-up with Valerie like a champ, but he hadn't been his normal self. Of course Alice hadn't noticed. She just went about her day doing Alice stuff. Reading. Writing in her journals. Playing on the computer. She loved Josh's company and he made a point to spend at least an hour each day with her. Not that it was a chore. The time with Alice always proved to be his favorite of the day. 

Alice loved to lecture him about whatever it was that she had just learned about. Her second favorite hobby was to quiz him about life experiences that she had not experienced. Like what did it feel like accepting a high school diploma in front of the entire school? Poor Alice had not felt well enough to attend her own. Only when a normal person asks this question, you can get away with a quick answer like, "nice" or "pretty sweet." Not with Alice. She wanted to know every single detail. She'd make Josh dig deep to properly explore her quandary, all the better for her to live vicariously through him.

While Josh wasn't on Alice's level mentally, she never made him feel stupid. They'd played chess a thousand times, Josh never coming close to winning, and he couldn't think of a single time where she hadn't complimented him on his play or tell him he was getting better each time. It was bullshit, but it was just one of the million things he loved about her. Josh had always followed Alice around when he was a kid, even before his mother had died. Of course this had been the source of a tremendous amount of Dawn's teasing and insults. All the worse in that Dawn was probably right in that Josh had a little kid's crush on his sister. 

Alice had eventually learned about Josh's break-up with Valerie. Naturally, she had proceeded to mercilessly grill him on what heartache felt like. Did he think of her when he woke up? Was it physically painful the moment they decided it was over? Josh had told her they had just had an adult conversation about long distance relationships and decided to end things. He hated lying to her, but the idea of sharing the gory details he had told Jacquie just seemed impossible with the sheltered Alice. When Josh had tried to give Alice a hint that this wasn't a subject he had any interest in talking about, telling her that it was especially painful talking about it, it just opened up a whole new line of questioning about WHY was it painful to talk about. 

Jacquie was an entirely different story. She knew Josh was hurting and was always trying to make him feel better. Josh noticed that she'd go out of her way to give him a hug or a kiss on his head every time she saw him. She would ask him about his day or if he noticed any cute girls at his summer job working as the family attorney's office. Josh always smiled and answered no. He enjoyed her attention, but couldn't quite shake the general malaise that seemed to follow him around. 

One day approximately a month after 'the incident,' Josh was in his room doing his usual nothing when he heard a knock at the door. Jacquie came in after Josh invited her looking a little excited. 

"I've had a revelation. Do you ever think Dawn may have done you a favor?"

If Josh's eyes were daggers...

"Hear me out. You have to have done a little reevaluation of your relationship with Valerie."

"Huh? Have I reevaluated my non-existent relationship with my cheating ex-girlfriend? Sorry, can't say I have."

"No dummy. I mean, forget Da... you-know-who for a second. I mean, before all THAT happened. You probably thought everything with Valerie was perfect, right?"

"I guess."

"And now?"

"Geez, Jacquie. What do you want me to say? That things were perfect and if Dawn wasn't a big slut I'd be with Val until the day I die? I'm not a total imbecile. The Valerie that I thought I knew wasn't the real Valerie. Or at least, there was a side to her that she never showed me. But if you want me to pin a fucking medal on Dawn's chest, don't hold your breath. All she cared about was hurting me. If I never see her again it will be too soon."

"Oh Josh, you only get one family. But, I didn't come here to talk about Dawn. My point is if that never happened, you'd likely still be with Valerie right now. It might have taken you guys years to realize you weren't meant for each other."

"You mean taken her years to realize she didn't want to be with me, right?"

"No, that's not what I meant. And you can't believe that this had anything to do with you."

"Why not? What Dawn said was right. She wanted to have sex, just not with me. She wasn't attracted to me."

"Look me in the eyes when I say this. What happened that night had nothing to do with you. Maybe it was just Dawn doing what Dawn does. Or maybe Valerie was just too drunk to make a proper decision. You did say she never drinks. Or maybe she's gay."

"Oh that's just great. So I spent 2 years of my life as her beard? If that's true, then she decided to date me because I'm some pussy that she knew wouldn't try to get in her pants?"

"Or because you are a great guy that respects a girl's boundaries."

"That doesn't change the fact that I'm 18 years old and the only boobs I've ever seen are digital."

"So had you seen her breasts all would be perfect in the world?"

"Yes. No. I don't know. They were really nice breasts!"

Jacquie laughed then got a playful look on her face. 

"As nice as mine?"

"How the hell should I know? I don't go around comparing my girlfriend's breasts to my sister's." Which was totally true. Josh never really thought of his sisters in a sexual way. Well, maybe Dawn a few times. But that was because she was so in-your-face about it that the thought was basically forced into your mind. But never Alice or Jacquie.




Three Sisters-in-Law



This story is largely based on reality; the names of the persons involved are changed.

It was originally written in Gujarati, one of the many languages of India. The English translation has been scrupulously edited by my friend Ravi Pande. His suggestions have been invaluable to me. I cannot thank him enough.

There are some Indian words, which I have freely used in an effort to preserve the flavor of the story; an uneducated rural woman would not know shishna or ling for penis, for her it is always lund. Here is a short list of those words with colloquial English counterparts:

Lund : Erect Penis

Lodo, Lauda ; Flaccid Penis

Nunni : Small, immature Penis

Bhos : vulva

Chut, choot : vagina

Gaand : Ass hole

Stan, thaan : Breast

Chudai : Fuck

Once again I thank my editor for the time and effort he has devoted for this story.

Vantyaak

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Hi,

I am Mangal. Today I am going to reveal a well-guarded family secret, in which I am implicated. I seek the verdict of my readers whether I did or did not do anything wrong in the given circumstances.

The story begins when I was twenty years old and my elder brother Kashiram was contemplating taking a fourth wife. Yes, he already had three wives, hail and hearty, living under the same roof. Their only drawback was that none of them had produced a child.

Polygamy, in those days was accepted, both socially as well as legally. General ignorance and male chauvinism precluded any thought that the husband could be the cause of infertility. Hence the quest for a younger wife in vein hopes of getting a child.

We were big time farmers in a small village in a remote corner of Gujarat, India. We owed about 200 acres of prime land growing mainly cash crop, several houses and shops in the village and a small money landing business. There was no shortage of money. 

Kashiram Bhaiya (as an elder brother is referred to) is thirteen years senior to me. I was ten at the time of his first marriage with Savita Bhabhi (wife of brother). At twelve I lost my parents and was brought up, then after by Bhaiya and Bhabhi.

Five years passed and Savita Bhabhi did not conceive. Several doctors, vaidyas (indigenous physicians), hakims, astrologers and likes were consulted, tests were done, potions were given, amulets were tied on the arms of Bhaiya and Bhabhi. (I do not know if one was tied on his cock!) But nothing worked. Bhaiya got tired of waiting and decided to take a second wife. I was fifteen then and did not know why Bhaiya married second time. Unfortunately Champa, the second Bhabhi also failed to conceive.

The condition of both Bhabhis became miserable. Bhaiya was getting anxious by the day. This reflected in his behavior with Bhabhis whom he treated rudely, though, I am sure, he did not stop fucking them in the futile hope of somehow fathering a child.

Bhaiya wedded Suman Bhabhi three years later. I was eighteen and had fully matured. My balls were the first to enlarge, soon followed by my cock. Hair sprouted in the under arms, on the face and on the genitals. I broke my voice. I started putting on muscles, wet dreams and masturbations followed.

I was a mere child when I saw the elder Bhabhis for the first time. The thought of fucking did not did not enter my brain even when I was vaguely familiar with the process, thanks to some of my more 'advanced' school mates. With Suman Bhabhi it was a lot different. For one thing, she was only slightly older than me. Secondly, she was quite beautiful, or let us say, she appeared beautiful to my teenage eyes. Thirdly, she considered me of her own age group and hence was quite free and unrestrained in my presence.

On my part, I could not keep my eyes off her. During the day I would have several glimpses of her rounded breasts and smooth thighs. At night their memory would serve as source of my fantasies of unveiling those treasures. My dick would then harden and I would enjoy slow prolonged session of masturbation before slipping into sweet slumber.

Suman was Bhaiya's favorite. The other two were openly neglected except when their husband took a fancy to fuck them for a change. Bhaiya strongly believed that a hard fuck with a thick long cock ending in filling the chut (vagina) with thick semen was sufficient for the man to become a father. It was beyond his imagination that he himself could be the cause of their problem. He never had his semen analyzed.

Another couple of years passed and Kashiram became even more anxious to beget a child and thought about a fourth marriage.

Those days a young servant girl of my age used to come to our house for routine work like cleaning, washing dishes, making beds etc. Her name was Baasanti, I knew her since early childhood. She was not beautiful by any standards but she had a pair of knockers that would put any of the super models to shame. She used to put on choli (tight skimpy blouse) ghaghari (pleated skirt reaching up to midway between knee and ankle) and odhani (half sari, one end covering the front of chest). The thin cloth of choli could not hide her small nipples, which appeared tobe in a state of perpetual erection. Her body was emanating strong intoxicating fragrance, which would give me an immediate erection.

I could not control myself. One day in a secluded area of the house I confronted her and grabbed one of her breasts. Angrily she slapped off my hand, glared into my face and said in menacing voice, "Aayinda aisi harkat karoge to bade seth se bata dungi." (If you do this again I will tell Big Master).

Mention of Bhaiya's name was enough to dampen my ardor. Then after I left her alone. Baasanti was married about a year ago. She had now come for a couple of weeks. Her body had rounded up nicely after the marriage and I had a strong desire to fuck her. However she continued glaring at me and I could not collect courage enough to try her once again. And then ....

Something happened during next few days, I did not know what. The atmosphere changed for the better suddenly. Baasanti started smiling at me, a sweet shy smile full of invitation. I could not believe my eyes. A couple of times I could feel her gaze on me and caught her staring at me with hungry eyes. I was strongly tempted to crush her in my arms and maul those proud tits of hers. But then I was scared of Bhaiya. I did not respond to her messages.

I had my own study room on the second floor of the house away from the general hustle bustle. One afternoon I was there reading something when Baasanti drifted in stealthily.

My heart sank. I felt like fainting. I stood up immediately and started pushing her out of the room saying, "Out, out, before somebody comes up. Go away. I don't need you."

She turned about. There were tears in her eyes. She said, "I will go away as you wish but please tell me why you are so mad at me, what did I do to displease you?"

"Displeased? Oh, no. I am not displeased with you, now go away." 

She did not budge. She said, "I know why you are so mad at me. The other day I slapped your hand away that is why. But, Mangal, what could I do? My tits were so tender those days; it hurt badly when you grabbed it. Mujhe maaf kar do Mangal. (pardon me, Mangal)

Right then her odhani slithered down from her shoulder revealing fair amount of her fabulous cleavage. I am not sure if it did so of its own or she contrived to slide it down. Whatever be the cause, the result was the same: her chest was uncovered for the benefit of my eyes. Her choli had low cut neck and considerable portions of her delectable breasts were visible. My cock jumped up in anticipation.

My mouth went dry. I could hardly speak. Somehow I managed to say, "Err...err...there is no need to apologize, please don't. It ...it..is I who should apologize, it was my mistake. Now, go away. I am not mad at you."

A shy sweet smile lit her face. Throwing her arms around my neck she whispered in my ear," Oh, Mangal, I am so relieved. For a while I thought that I would never be able to make up with you. But you are so kind and forgiving. I am very happy now."

Unconsciously my hands had gone around her slim waist. She had pushed her pelvis against mine, which was not healthy for my aching lund. I said, "I am happy that you are happy."

"But you know? I will not sleep easy until you do once again what you were doing the other day."

Before I could comprehend whatever she was saying she grabbed my hand and pressed it flat on her soft breast.

I was terrified. I pulled my hand away but she held it fast. Down below my cock started dancing anticipating entry into a tight chut. 

I said, " Leave me alone, are you crazy? Oh, can you imagine what would happen if somebody comes up and catches us red handed?"

"You are unnecessarily scared. At this time of the day everybody is sleeping. Go on, feel my boob, grab it and maul it. It does not hurt now. Don't you like my boobs? Want to see more?"

I forced my hand away and pushed her out of my room. I said, "I will really be mad at you if you do not go right away. Now, go. Please."

At last she turned to go. She paused for a moment as if hesitating and said, "Mangal, Can I come back late at night?"

I could not believe my ears. Was she offering herself to me? To make sure I cupped her breast and asked, "Are you sure you can make it?" 

She did not protest. She lowered her gaze and said, "I am sure I can make it. You want me to come, don't you?" She covered my hand, which was holding her breast.

I squeezed gently and said, "Yes, I do."

"And you would like to ... to fuck me?"

"Yes, yes. I would rather now."

"Not now. Have you fucked anybody before?"

"No, you will be the first, if you allow me."

"Wait till tonight; we will enjoy then."

She ran away. At that time I did not know that somebody cleaver than me was working unseen to us.

In anticipation of the night my lund remained stiff in spite of shagging twice. By about ten o'clock when finally she showed up I was fit to climb a wall. I grabbed her in my arms and started kissing. Forcefully she separated herself and said, "I am going to sleep here, with you. The whole night is at our disposal. What is the hurry?"

She had put on silky choli, ghaghari and odhani. There was a kind of sweet heady fragrance emanating from her body, which made my lund throb. She draped her arms around my neck and once again I crushed her soft body against mine. I murmured in her ear, "Oh, sweetie, where were you all these days?"

She held my head in both of her hands and started kissing me, pecking on my cheeks. The touch of her soft lips was very exciting. I tried kissing her in return but she would not allow me shaking her head this way and that. In this skirmish her lips came to touch mine. Suddenly all movements stopped. I pressed my lips on hers and stilled myself. She also stopped but continued rubbing her fingers in my hair.

I was a novice in the field of fucking. I only possessed theoretical knowledge gleaned from sleazy books and from tales of exploits of some of my friends. I did not know that a kiss could be this profound. For few minutes I was lost to the world, aware only of two things wet swollen tingling lips and wet slippery jerking lund. So, when she opened her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue on my closed lips I could not take it any more.

I pushed her backward till she touched the bed. I broke the kiss and pushed her flat on the bed and threw myself on her. I remember saying something like, "Pardon me, Baasanti, I cannot restrain myself." What happened next has left only sketchy and faint memories in my brain.

I roughly stuck my mouth on hers and pulled up her ghaghari. Forcefully I parted her thighs and came down between them. A tug on the string of my pajama uncovered my rampant lund.

I had some idea of what to do. I lowered myself on Baasanti's soft and smooth body and pushed my lund in the general direction of her bhos. The lund slipped on the slippery surface and could not enter her chut. My hips had started fucking movements causing the head of my lund to knock around on her bhos. Surprisingly she, of her own lifted her thighs and held them wide, took my lund in her hand and directed it to the right spot. The sensation of cock head engaging in the mouth of her cunt was unbelievably exquisite. I could not hold myself. In one powerful thrust I pushed all the eight inches of my lund into her vagina.

If kissing was intoxicating this was killing. Baasanti's narrow chut gripped my lund while her inner muscles gently milked it. The cap was pulled up exposing the sensitive head of my lund to the satiny walls of her chut. I however was not in a mood for fancy fucking. I gathered her in my arms and started fucking mercilessly with deep forceful strokes. She in her excitement clung to me with her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. She answered each of my strokes with equally forceful jerk of her pelvis. Relentlessly I pounded her bhos including her sweet clitoris while her chut rubbed my lund raw in spite of those slimy secretions.

I lost track of time. With pure pleasure dripping from the entire length of my lund I continued banging Baasanti, I don't know for how long. The orgasm when it came, hit me suddenly. A huge tide in the sea of incredible pleasure engulfed me throwing me into a sort of spasm. All movements stopped, only the lund jerked uncontrolled in the narrow confines of her chut and spewed out load after load of thick semen. My eyes squeezed shut, my mouth drooled out saliva and perspiration broke out on whole of my body. I kind of died for those thirty seconds.

The tornado passed away as suddenly as it came leaving an after glow of content and a sense of relaxation. Untangling our limbs I was about to dismount when she put her hands on my butt and held on. My lund surprisingly had not wilted. Keeping it pressed into her chut I kissed her brow and asked, "Did you enjoy?"

She pulled my head down on her breasts, ran fingers in my hair and said, " "Haay haay Mangal, aisi chudai kabhi ki nahin meine" (Oh Mangal, never have I been fucked like this before.)

I asked, "Meine thik se choda?" (Did I fuck proper?)

"Bahut achchha choda." (You fucked very nice.)

"Fir mauka deogi chodane ka?" (Will you give me another chance to fuck?)

"Jab chaho tab, mere Raja." (Whenever you wish, my Prince.)

"To mujhe bath room men jaane de, mujhe pisab lagi hai. Aa kar fir chodenge." (In that case, let me go to the bathroom, I have to pee. Then we will fuck again.)

I pulled out my lund slick with my semen and juices of her bhos. Baasanti was surprised to see it. She said, "Look at that, he is still stiff like an iron rod. So thick and long. Go and wash it, Mangal, we are going to have fun."

I went into the bathroom, passed urine and washed my dick taking care of the head by pulling up the hood. The head was still very sensitive; I could not touch it.

When I came out Baasanti was reclining on the bed. She called me in with out stretched arms. Once again I enfolded her soft smooth body in my arms and sealed her mouth with mine. My cock started getting harder. Breaking the kiss I asked, "Are you sleepy?" 

"No, why?"

"I 'm going to fuck you again."

"No, you are not."

"Yes, I am. Don't you want it?"

"I do, but you are not going to fuck me, you will make love to me; let us say we are going to make love. Are you ready?"

I guided her hand to my lund and asked, "Need more proof?"

She said no, and glued her mouth to mine.

That was the day when I kissed and fucked a married woman who knew much more about sex than me. I realized that I still had a lot to learn. 

The feel of her soft lips on mine was very sweet and exciting. It became tastier when she rubbed her closed lips on mine. Before I could do anything she opened her mouth and took my lips between hers. Then I felt her small shy tongue come out and lick my lips from one corner of the mouth to the other. It felt dirty in the beginning but the pleasure was so intense and kind of new to me that I just remained passive. For full five minutes she ravaged my lips and then reluctantly separated. All the four lips were swollen and wet with our mixed saliva. My lips were tingling.

Not one word was spoken, like hungry kitten our mouths sought out each other again. This time her tongue came out and pushed open my lips. The pleasure was escalating and I was curious too. I allowed her full freedom. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and licked around. It dueled with my tongue and gradually withdrew. My tongue followed hers till it reached the inside of her mouth. I also licked smooth inner skin of her mouth. But she knew more. Taking my tongue between hers and her palate she started sucking. Sucking like you do a lolly pop. After sometime she released my tongue and gave me hers to suck. Mean while my lund was clamoring to invade her chut, spewing out copious amount of pre-come.

Baasanti was no less excited. Her face was flushed and her body felt hot. She broke the kiss and sat up. She pushed me in flat on my back, untied my pajamas and pulled them down exposing my engorged cock. Taking it in her fist she gave it five or six quick strokes and said, "Mangal, tu ne lajavab lund paya hai. Koi nasibdar hi teri patni banegi, (Mangal, you have a unique cock. Only a lucky one will come to be your wife.)

She continued stroking at a slow speed, squeezing out the juice at times. She pulled up the cap and bared the red glistening head and then did something I had never ever dreamt. Suddenly she bent down and took the cock head into her mouth. First she ran her tongue all over it and then sucked on it applying negative pressure. At the same time she moved her head up and down making the cock go in and out of her mouth. My lund was at bursting point and I had to pull it out quickly to prevent it from shooting my load.

I said, "You have seen enough of my lund. Now let me see your tits and pussy."

Baasanti was an ordinary girl. About five feet two inches she weighed not more than 120 pounds. Her complexion was dark but her skin was delicate and smooth like butter. She had a round face with big dark innocent looking eyes. Her lips were full and soft, her hair long silky and raven black.

A pair of perfectly rounded breasts was sitting on her upper chest. Each was topped by a dark knobby areola of two inches size. Each areola was conical, ending in a pert nipple. Despite having been married for some time Basanti's breasts were firm like those of a virgin with nipples pointing skywards. Once she uncovered her breasts I could not keep my hands off them.

I sat up and continued caressing her with my fingers and my lips. I kissed and sucked each of her breasts, one after the other and then descended on her flat tummy. She was very ticklish there. While she could tolerate my hand on her tummy, touch of my lips there made her jump and push me away. 

Gradually I licked and sucked my way to the final destination, her pussy. As Baasanti's was the first adult pussy I was seeing in my life I could not compare it with other girls' vulvas. But I liked what I saw. In hindsight, I can say that her pussy was quite beautiful.

High cushiony mons and outer sides of her plump bigger pussy lips were covered with a dense forest of black, silky crinkled hair. She had trimmed the hair short enough to feel prickly. The bigger lips were thick and fleshy, they were touching each other in the middle, concealing the rest of her bhos. I ran my fingers lightly all around. She jerked her pelvis and pulled up her legs. It was easy for me to pry open her thighs. With that done her bhos became accessible. I parted the bigger lips and opened up the slit. The slit was about 3 inches long flanked on two sides with delicate thin smaller lips. The smaller lips met under the clitoris at the front end of the slit. At the rear end of the slit the labia remained separated because of the opening of her pussy, her chut, her vagina whatever. Her clitoris at the time was thickened and elongated and looked like a small penis. The whole bhos was drenched in its own secretions. I ran my fingers back and forth in the slit and pushed two fingers in her chut. Keeping my thumb on the clitoris I started to finger fuck her. In no time her hips started jerking and my fingers could feel the ripples in her chut. 




Three Sisters-in-Law



She could not take it any more. She sat up and pushed me flat on the bed. Taking my lund in her fist she gave it ten to fifteen strokes. Every time she pulled the foreskin up forcefully I felt a little pain. But that pain only increased the stiffness of my lund. Holding the lund up right Baasanti straddled me and brought her chut on the tip of my lund. After engaging the head in the mouth of her chut she let go the lund, bent forwards enough to bring her nipples to my lips. She gradually lowered her ass and my lund slid in like a well-oiled piston. When her mons pressed against mine and the lund was fully engulfed by her chut she bent a little forward to permit me to take one delicious nipple in my mouth and suck on it.

As soon as my lips touched her areola her chut started throbbing. My lund retaliated with a mighty jerk. Unsheathing almost the whole of the lund by lifting up her hips she suddenly dropped herself down taking it all in. After five or six such pranks she got tired and laid herself down on my prostrate body. My lund was far from satisfied and so was her chut. Putting my hands under her hips I lifted and held them a little away from me. This gave me enough room for moving my pelvis. I started long vertical strokes from below upwards into her chut. As expected her chut was secreting plenty of love juices making my work easier.

She could not keep her weight on her arms for long. She collapsed on my chest but did not forget to glue her mouth to mine. After few minutes we changed position. She lied down flat on her back with pillow under her head and lifted both legs high in the air. I stood up on the floor and pushed my lund in her chut. As we continued fucking our excitement escalated. Baasanti could not control herself. She became frantic to precipitate orgasm that was eluding her. In broken words she told me something, which I could partly understand. She pushed me and I took the hint. Pulling out my lund I sat up. Hurriedly she grabbed me by my hair and pushed my face into her bhos. She gibbered something like, "Take it in, in, take it between lips ... Oh, can't you see it?"

She had guided my lips on to her clitoris. At first I felt it a little dirty but then the smell that came from her vulva was so intoxicating that I said what the hack, let's see what happens. Tentatively I closed my lips on her erect bud and she jumped shouting, "There, there, right there, Oh, God...."

I ran my tongue along the short length of the clitoris and once again took it between my lips. Two tugs and Baasanti cried out in a shattering orgasm. She bucked and jumped like a mad mare, pulled a handful of my hair and scratched my back with her nails. Her orgasm lasted for what seemed to be like an eternity.

After the tornado went away she flopped down like a rag doll, drained out of energy. With a feeble effort she pulled me over her and said in my ear, "I wish I would be your wife. I am sorry that I did not start fucking with you earlier. Did you come?"

I did not reply. I simply lifted her legs, pushed in my lund and furiously pumped away into a glorious orgasm. While my body jerked in orgasmic throes she soothed my back and butt with gentle caresses.

I did not know when and how we slept. It was late morning when my eyes opened. Baasanti was gone without leaving any trace of her presence. I did not see her around. Suman Bhabhi immediately noticed that my eyes were searching for somebody. She cornered me and asked, "Whom are you looking for? Anybody special?"

I should have wakened up at that moment but like a fool I continued thinking about Baasanti and nothing else. She did come again and we fucked regularly for five nights. Then she disappeared. I was hoping that she would stay for about a month, but she went away rather early and suddenly. She did not care for a farewell fuck.

Then started the real drama.

Nothing happened for three days following Baasanti's departure. Only I was feeling sad. I remembered her chut and masturbated more frequently than ever.

On the afternoon of the fourth day I was trying to engage my mind into study with a book in one hand and erect lund in the other. In came Suman Bhabhi. I was taken totally unaware. Quickly I adjusted my clothes and hid my lund. But, my friends, it is not easy to hide a fully erect lund. Bhabhi had an eyeful before I could hide it. With a mischievous smile on her sweet lips she asked, " Kyun Devarji, padhai kaisi chal rahi hai? Mein kuchh madad kar sakati hun?" (Hi, Devar ji, how is the study going on? Can I be helpful?)

I had difficulty in speaking as, suddenly my mouth had gone dry. With a voice totally foreign to me I said, "n..no, no, thanks Bhabhi. Every thing is ...is ....al...alright."

With a sparkle in her eyes she said, "You had something in your hand when I came in, which you hid some where. What was it? Where is it?"

I had recovered to some extent and I was not to be out done. With a serious face I said, "Ohhh ...that? That is of no use to you."

Bhabhi was adamant, said, "Very well, let me take a look." Without warning she grabbed my lund, squeezed it and dropped it. She said, "Oh God, what are you doing with a piece of wood? Are you crazy?"

"Bhabhi, cut the crap. Tell me why are you here at this odd hour?"

She smiled sweetly again and said, "Just to ask you a question."

"Which is?"

"How did you like Baasanti's black pussy?"

I was shocked. Shocked and excited. As such I had deep liking for Suman Bhabhi. I had never thought of fucking either of the older Bhabhis. With Suman it was other way round, there was no time when I ceased thinking about fucking her. That day it looked like she was adding fuel to the fire. First she grabbed my lund, and then uttered 'pussy'. I was puzzled but not my lund. It was in the process of wilting but now reverted itself and became fully erect once again. It did not go unnoticed by Bhabhi who said, "See, see your lund is saluting merely on hearing her name."

I tried to wriggle out by telling a lie, "What are you talking about, Bhabhi? What have I to do, if anything, with Baasanti's pussy? I have not seen Baasanti, let aside her pussy as you call it."

"I see, may be she came in here for prayer meetings every night?"

"Wrong. She has not come here at all."

With a sly smile she pulled out a panty, stiff with dried semen on it. She waved it in my face and asked, "This was found in your bed. Whose is it?"

Here I committed a fatal blunder blurting out confidently, "This cannot be hers because she never ... never....oh o. "

"Yes, you are right she never put on a panty. But then how do you know?"

"O.K., I plead guilty. I fucked her, o.k.? So what? She came by herself to me. Did I do anything wrong?"

"That will be decided by your Bhaiya."

My heart sank on hearing his name. I knew he did not approve of extra marital sex especially with a servant. I threw myself at her mercy and said, "Why have you to bring Bhaiya in this matter? Please don't tell him. In return I will do anything you tell me to do, any time, anywhere. You tell me and I will do it. Anything under the sun, but no Bhaiya, Please, my beloved Bhabhi?"

That was when she seriously told what she wanted of me and why. She talked for half an hour at the end of which I was convinced that she was right.

First she made me take an oath of secrecy. That done she proceeded to test my knowledge of human reproduction asking questions about lund, choot, semen, spermatozoa, pregnancy etc. 

Once satisfied, she said, "You know why your Bhaiya cannot father a child?"

"No. Why? Does he not fuck you good?"

"That he does and quite well indeed, with all three of us. Every time he takes us to the climax and deposits large quantity of semen in the chut. But there are no sperms in his semen. His balls do not produce the essential element, the sperms."

"What could be done?"

"I intend to give him a son."

"How?"

"That is where you step in."

It took me a couple of minutes before settling in my conscious brain. Then it clicked. Bhabhi was asking me to plant a baby in her womb. But how could that be done without fucking? That means I will have to fuck her. Oh Boy.

Then I realized that she had deliberately trapped me with Baasanti so that I would not deny her proposal. However I did not feel bad about it, in fact I liked it. She apologized and also informed me that of her own she wanted to be a mother. With an expression of shock on my face I said, "Bhabhi, what are you talking about? You and me? You are like a mother to me. How can I fuck you?"

"Simple, be a madarchod. (mother fucker)."

"Bhabhi, please do not joke."

"I am not joking. Do you wish I go to an unknown man or to a servant or to some nin com poop and allow his dirty cock up into my chut? Do you wish that?"

"Stop it. I do not want you to do that and you know it. But .... "

"But, let your Bhaiya know and ask for his permission?"

"No, no. He would kill both of us merely for thinking on these lines."

"Relax, Mangal. Our scriptures have recognized sixteen different types of 'sons', this kind being one of them."

Even though I was feeling tickled in my heart at the prospect of fucking Suman Bhabhi, I made a show of reluctant acceptance. At long last I consented. 

To make amends I smiled and said, " It was not necessary for you to take all this trouble, Baasanti and all. You could have simply called for me and I would have fucked you anytime any where."

She felt shy, her face flushed but she said, "Do not brag. Fucking requires a lund and you only have a nunni, I am told."

"Me and nunni? Shall I take it out and show you?"

"No, no, no. Not now, may be in near future."

"You will give me a certificate to that effect."

Ignoring the banter she said, "We shall do like this: Whenever he fucks me, I shall come to you the next day. Say, he fucks me on Monday night at ten, I will come to you on afternoon of Tuesday. In case I conceive, and pray God I do, he will think that it is his doing. This way we will maintain peace in the family."

Friends, after a couple of days Bhaiya went to another village for some work; he was to return after three days. Once he was gone, Suman came to my room in the afternoon. I folded her in my arms and tried to kiss her. Putting her finger on my mouth she said, "Suno, kal raat tumare Bhaiya ne mujhe tin baar choda hai, so aaj mein tera garbh dhar lun to bhi kisi ko shaq nahin padega. Din dauran aane ki vajah bhi yahi hai." (Listen, last night your Bhaiya has fucked me three times. So nobody will suspect us even if I become pregnant by you today. For the same reason I have come during daytime.)

Without speaking I took her finger in my mouth and sucked on it. I wetted it well with my saliva took it out and ran it on her closed lips. Once her lips were wet enough I bent down and licked them with my tongue. She opened her mouth and took my tongue in and started sucking on it. She steadied my head holding it in her hands while I was busy feeling her rounded hips. In the process I had lifted up her sari and petticoat baring her butt to my fingers. My lund instantly had hardened and was already oozing copious amounts of precum.

I stiffened my tongue like lund and started its movements in and out of her mouth not unlike those of a lund in choot. At this point Suman felt for my cock and untied the string of my pajamas. The pajamas fell to the floor, I was not wearing knickers, and she quickly grasped my lund.

I guided her to the bed and set down with her in my lap. She was holding my lund while we continued French kiss. My fingers unhooked her blouse and separated its flaps exposing her breasts overflowing from a tight little bra. I had some difficulty locating the hooks of her bra. At this point she helped me by unhooking bra herself. I completely removed her blouse and bra. She tugged at my nightshirt and taking her hint I removed it. My hands were busy caressing her firm smooth breasts and pinching her knobby areolas and pointy nipples. She had medium sized conical breasts that sat high on the chest. Firm like those of a fourteen year old, they fitted perfectly in my palms. I caressed them one after the other running my fingertips from wide base to pointed peak of a nipple. Goose bumps broke out on her body. My hands also felt itchy. I closed my palm gently over one breast and squeezed. She moaned and my lund started dancing. 

I continued playing with her boobs. Her erect nipples were inviting. I touched them with fingers moistened with my saliva and pinched them between my thumb and forefinger. Suman said, "Gently please, my nipples and clit are very sensitive, cannot bear the touch at times like this." 

Did I tell you about Suman Bhabhi? She was slim with a height of 5'6" and weight of 120. Her complexion was fair. She had round face with natural rosy cheeks and full lower lip red like a ripe tomato. Her most attractive feature was her eyes which had a kind of sparkle rarely seen. She had straight lustrous and silky hair reaching between knees and ass. She had a well-rounded and shapely ass leading down to long slim legs. She had a flat tummy and tiny waist. I will describe her pussy later on.

We were not in a hurry. While I was busy with her tits, her hand was wrapped around my cock, which was jerking every few seconds. She was gently milking out the pre-cum with up and down motion of her fist. The foreskin was sliding on and off the glistening head of my lund. There was a look of admiration in her eyes. She said, " Devar ji, you have grown up to almost like your Bhaiya. Clearly this, yours is no nunni (small penis of a boy), it is a full-fledged lund. My devarani (sister) is going to be one lucky girl. But let's not talk. Do not tease me any more, make haste."

She lay down flat on her back with pillows under her head. She pulled up her petticoat and sari way above her waist and lifted her wide spread thighs. Her bhos was fully exposed to my view. She averted her face and closed her eyes.

Like her breasts Suman's bhos was also small, like that of a teenager. The only difference was in having hair; Suman's bhos had thick thatch of black silky hair. Also may be her clitoris was bit longer or it so appeared due to excitement. The outer lips were flashy touching each other and concealing the inner parts.

I settled between her smooth thighs with my pecker in one hand. She herself pulled open the lips of her bhos. I could then see the delicate folds of inner labia, her clitoris and the mouth of her chut. Every thing was glistening wet with the slimy love juice. A heady aroma wafted from the bhos, which only made my lund jerk uncontrollably.

Having fucked Baasanti I was now somewhat experienced. While she was holding her bhos wide open I rubbed the head of my lund all around her pussy especially over her clitoris. Immediately her hips started bucking. My lund was ready to burst but I persisted on spreading my juices all over her bhos.

When she could not take any more of this teasing she snatched away my lund from my hand and directed it to the mouth of her chut. I allowed her to engage the head of my lund in the mouth of her chut and bent forwards supporting myself on outstretched arms. Mischievously I asked, "Bhabhi, kaho kya chahati ho (sister, what is your wish)?"

Her answer surprised me, "Mangal, sale chutiye, tu ab tera lund meri chut men dal kar nahin chodega to mein tera khun pi jaaungi. Kis ki raah dekh raha hai tu, bahenchod, bhadave?" (Mangal, you product of fucked up pussy, if you do not fuck me pushing your lund in my chut I shall drink up your blood. You sister fucker pimp, whom are you waiting for?)

This was enough for my lund and me. One strong push and all eight inches of my lund were buried in her chut. "Aaaaahhh.....", she uttered and wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. She was like a ripe fruit. Her chut immediately started throbbing.

Pushing my lund as deep as it could go I waited savoring the sweet touch of her velvety vagina on the length of my lund. I had fucked Baasanti's chut but it came nowhere near Suman's in tightness, softness and milking technique. I was scared that I would climax before she gets her orgasm. Hence I said, "Bhabhi, you want me to cum early?"

She rained kisses on my face and said, "No, no/ Make it as long as possible and enjoy."

"Then stop milking my lund."

"I am not doing it knowingly. It just happens. Don't you like it? Every time my chut spasms your lund responds with a jerk."

I pulled out few inches and pushed in. I could tolerate it. I tried again and thus started my slow rhythm fucking of Suman's chut. Both, my lund and her bhos had secreted large amount of lubricant juices. Whole of her bhos and lower tummy and upper thighs were smeared with these juices. My scrotum and thighs were similarly affected. Going in and coming out of the lund was smooth and easy, each movement sent shivers to whole of my body. Suman was ahead of me in excitation. There was a pink flush over her breasts and vulva, her hips were jerking uncontrollably and her chut was squeezing my lund like a fist.

I pounded on her pussy for what seemed like an eternity. Meanwhile she had had two small orgasms. In the end she clamped upon my lund in such a way that foreskin of the lund started sliding up and down over the sensitive head. It was then impossible for me to hold the waters. Suddenly the dam broke and I was caught up in an earth shattering orgasm. My whole body stiffened like my lund and I stopped moving with my lund deeply rooted in Suman's chut. Only the lund convulsed and jetted out thick globs of semen, I don't remember how many times. Suman bhabhi helped me by pushing my crotch against her bhos with her hands on my buttocks. 

At last I came back to the earth. I knew that Suman had not climaxed and my lund in her chut was rapidly wilting. That was when what Baasanti had taught me came useful. Keeping the mons pressed against mons I rocked my pelvis side to side. Baasanti had told me that this maneuver does not need an erect cock to stimulate the clitoris. She was right. Suman Bhabhi immediately cried out, "Oh, oh. Ussss what are you doing?"

"I am trying to make you come. Want me to stop?"

She was in no mood to answer, her hips had already started jerking and her chut started throbbing once again. I continued the assault on her clitoris and within seconds she climaxed into a strong orgasm.

I held her lovingly till the orgasmic throes subsided. My limp cock had already slipped out of her chut. She extended her legs and I dismounted. She again lifted her legs up to prevent semen flowing out of her chut. She turned to her side; I wrapped her in my arms from behind and we both slept.

Friends, what could I say? Suman Bhabhi came in daily and we fucked twice every day till Bade Bhaiya returned home. The lady luck smiled on all of us and Suman missed her next period. Morning sickness followed. The family was overjoyed. Everybody congratulated Suman Bhabhi. Savita Bhabhi tied a taavij (an amulet) on her arm to ward off evil spirits. Bhaiya puffed up his chest and twirled his bushy mustachios. Champa Bhabhi took over Suman's household chores. Savita Bhabhi and Champa Bhabhi were especially pleased because now they had a hope of getting pregnant and Bhaiya was likely to fuck them more frequently as Suman Bhabhi's chut was closed to him for nine months.

It was ironic that the person responsible for this achievement, namely me, was totally ignored by all. All except Suman that is.

After few days Bhaiya called in the local lady doctor for a check up. She confirmed the pregnancy and prescribed some vitamins. She was explicit in her talks. With all of us present she told Bhaiya, "Congratulations once again, Kashiram Ji. This is a very precious pregnancy you have been waiting for. Now you will have to be careful. You better keep away from Suman Ji till after delivery."




Three Sisters-in-Law



Bade Bahiya turned beet red and tried to restore dignity by offering tea to the doctor. Savita and Champa hid their smiles with their hands while I could not help tittering. Bhaiya glared at me with murderous eyes.

At the next occasion when Bhaiya went out, Suman Bhabhi came hurriedly to me and said, "Mangal, a serious problem has occurred. I am scared to death."

Her fear was infective. My heart went putty pat. I asked, "Wh ..what happened?"

"I think. Savita Didi (elder sister) and Champa Didi have smelled something and are suspicious of our relationship."

Perspiration broke out on my body, My legs felt weak and I had to sit down. 

Bhaiya surely would kill both of us if he came to know the truth.

I asked, "What shall we do Bhabhi?"

There were footsteps of somebody approaching. She had to leave. While going she whispered, "I will think about something, don't worry."

Don't worry. Easily said than done. Out of fear I lost my sleep and appetite for the day. She came in again in the early night and said, "I have given it a serious thought. There is only one way we can take."

"And that is?"

"You make them pregnant too."

I was shocked. I wanted to protest but could not simply because she was right. I complained, "Bhabhi, after fucking you I have lost interest in others. How shall I be able to fuck them who are like mothers to me?"

Suman smiled and said, "Leave everything to me. Be madarchod (mother fucker) for sometime and try to enjoy."

With all of them now involved in the conspiracy it was easy for Suman Bhabhi to formulate a plan of action. Under one pretext or other all the three would take turns to come to my building. The one who had been fucked by Bhaiya on the previous night would slip into my room; the other two would keep an eye for intruders.

Within few days it happened to be Champa's turn. She had had her period before about ten days and was fucked thrice the previous night. She was feeling more bashful than Suman or Baasanti. As soon as she came in, she started removing her clothes. I held her hands and said, "Bhabhi, let me have the pleasure of undressing you."

I took her in my arms, gave her a powerful hug and said again, "Bhabhi, I know it is as difficult for you as it is for me. But why not to enjoy it when we have to do it? What do you say, Huh?"

She cringed like a schoolgirl. Lifting her face I kissed her mouth. When the simple kiss became a French kiss she tried to push me away. Slowly and patiently I guided her through the experience of sweet kissing of her mouth, her nipples, her bhos and my lund. Within ten minutes we were naked on the bed. She was still covering up her bhos with her hands. When at last I succeeded getting my fingers on her vulva I found that she was already wet and slimy from previous night's fucking. I did not have to wait for long.

Little nudging from me and she lifted her legs and widened her thighs. I settled between her legs and holding the lund in my hand I rubbed its slick head in the wet slit of her bhos. Her bhos was overflowing with her own juices and was swollen due to excitement. As soon as my lund touched her clitoris she sort of jumped up and gyrated her hips. Leaving clitoris alone I engaged the head of my lund in the mouth of her chut, laid down myself on her body and glued mouth to mouth. She wound her legs around my waist.

With slow steady pressure I entered her chut. My foreskin got pulled up immediately leaving now naked head to rub against the velvety walls of her chut. In spite of being fucked by Bhaiya all these years her chut was surprisingly narrow and snug. She had a good grip on the lund. 

All throughout she had kept her eyes closed. With my lund fully ensconced in her chut I broke the kiss and said, "Bhabhi, open your eyes and look down. Do you think my lund is as good as Bhaiya's? I will not start fucking you till the time you see my und and reply."

Reluctantly she lifted her head from the pillow and looked at the spot where our bodies were joined. I moved out the lund, about an inch and made it jerk while she was looking. She dropped her head on the pillow and chewed her lower lip. I asked, "Well, what is the verdict?"

She said, "Chalo na, kyun satate ho? Achchha hai tumara, jaisa tumare Bhaiya ka hai vaisa hi. (Come on, please don' tease me. Yours is good, as good as your Bhother's)."

I pinched up her pert nipple, glued my mouth to hers and started fucking her with slow deep strokes using the whole length of my lund. Champa started breathing fast with Aah and Ooh. Soon she was writhing and bumping making my lund rotate around in her now relaxed chut. As our excitement escalated my strokes became fast and irregular. Couple of times I pulled out completely to 'air' my lund to hold my cumimg. (I learnt this trick from Baasanti).

After about twenty minutes of vigorous fucking she had a shattering orgasm. I was not far behind. The post-orgasmic flutter in her chut played tricks on my lund, and I swept into an equally glorious orgasm. That was only when Champa took initiative and kissed me. All four of us, three bhabhis and me slept in the guesthouse.

Next day Champa Bhabhi, who usually served food to all of us during lunch and dinner, avoided facing me. Suman later on told me, "Champa Didi is very pleased with your performance last night. She has told me to tell you that any time you want ..... you know what, don't you?"

Of course I knew.

It was now Savita's turn. She had to wait for an opportune day. Eventually the fateful day came up. Savita Bhabhi had been a mother to me and I did not relish the idea of fucking her but we had no other option. Besides she was nearing menopause and was left with limited time to produce a baby.

As soon as the two of us were left alone she closed her eyes. I took her in my arms and kissed her lips. She bore it passively without opposing. I did not remove all of her clothes; I unhooked her blouse and bra and took her breasts in my hands. Immediately her nipples became erect. That prompted me to leech my mouth to the nipples. As I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked on it, her excitement escalated and she stretched herself flat on the bed taking me over her. Much later Suman told me that nipples were the keys to unlock the passion in Savita Bhabhi. (She, in turn had learned the fact from Bhaiya.) Savita Bhabhi herself pulled up her sari and petticoat and spread her thighs. My lund meanwhile had started stiffening but was not fully erect yet. Bhabhi herself was managing bhos and lund so I used my hands to caress her breasts and roll her nipples.

Pushing her hand between our bodies Bhabhi untied the string of my pajamas. She pushed the pajamas down my hips and grabbed my lund, which was half erect at the best. All the same she directed it to her chut and prompted me to push in. I pushed but the shaft buckled and only the head entered the chut. At this point Bhabhi contracted her chut and squeezed the head. The lund responded by a jerk and increase in hardness. Three such squeezes and lund became fit to enter any kind of chut. Savita Bhabhi's chut was not so young and was well used. It was not as tight as those of Baasanti and Suman but it had strong internal muscles, which could squeeze a lund like a fist. Over the years Savita Bhabhi had trained her chut well.

Once the lund was in the way was clear. I fucked Bhbhi for half an hour and gave her three orgasms. 

Next day all four of us sat together and pledged that we will keep this matter a secret.

Bhaiya had stopped fucking Suman Bhabhi, not the other two. All of them demanded fuck from me and who was I to deny their command?

Luckily other Bhabhis also conceived. Bhaiya was ecstatic. The family astrologer claimed the credit saying that he had predicted babies by Bhaiya once the shadow of Saturn went away from the family. Good that he could not predict as to who was to father the babies; or let's say he could predict but kept his mouth shut. Good for everybody. 

In due course Savita and Suman gave birth to boys and Champa to a girl. Bhaiya hosted a big feast, distributed sweets to the whole village, and donated money to temples and local charities. Festivities continued for more than a week after the birth of the youngest child. It was good that nobody paid attention to my activities and me because I was then busy fucking Baasanti who was specially called in to attend the new mothers. I resolved not to marry.

Everybody is happy, everything running smoothly. There is a small problem only I have to face. All the three kids are dear to Bhaiya and he takes good care of them. Problem occurs when sometimes he gets mad and gives a slap or two to the child. I find it difficult to bear. I feel like holding his hand and tell him, "Beware, Keep off my child."

As of now I have not collected courage enough to tell him so.

Later on the secret was out. Who did it? How did Bhaiya react? I will tell you in next part of the story, provided you are not bored so far.



Three Sisters



Before he could reply or even think her sisters decided to put in their two cents worth. "We could tell", they both said at the same time.

Kate took a deep breath and turned toward the voices. "Why are you two sluts naked?" was all she said to them. Sometimes a good offence is the best defense.

"Slut? Hell we didn't just fuck our baby brother" replied Becca the middle sister. "We got so horny watching you two we decided to join the fun. But it looks like little brother is worn out, maybe we will just have to play with each other for now and see what happens." 

After which they both jumped on the bed and attacked Kate, licking her titties first and then Becca headed down to her pussy and started licking all around the tender lips. 

Watching her lick his cum out of Kate's pussy worked wonders on his libido. He could feel his dick filling up with blood already. He was 18 so running out of gas was not something he worried about. The idea of cumming 4 times in one day was crazy, but hell he probably beat his meat that many times in one night from time to time. 

But where to start was the question. Should he grab one of them or let them decide? Funny, the thought of having to decide which of 3 naked girls to pick first was just beyond his comprehension. Before today the idea of having a choice of one was beyond him. What if he were to wake up and find out that this was all just a dream? Ah shit if that were to happen he figured he might just kill himself. Plus this dream was just too real, or unreal to be a dream. And anyway, he could smell pussy on his face and dreams didn't have smell. And speaking of the smell of pussy, it was all over his room. With Becca on her knees eating out Kate her ass was sticking up in the air and looking so inviting. 

He wondered if she would mind him having a taste. Only one way to find out he figured so he climbed up on the bed and rolled over on his back and squeezed in under her. It was a tight fit and his legs were bent in a funny angle but he managed. When he moved his face close enough to stick his tongue out and taste her he hesitated. Not sure of himself, he didn't want to get slammed, but nothing ventured nothing gained so he gently reached out with his tongue. 

Well, he got slammed, just not the way he was worried about. As soon as his face hit her thighs she slammed her pussy into his face. Nearly brought tears to his eyes she hit his nose so hard. She lowered her pussy onto his face and ground his head into the mattress. Well the guessing is over it seems, no question about how she feels. 

So he just started licking, he wanted to make it good so he teased and licked the lips on both sides. He sucked them and tried to tease but that didn't last long, she didn't want to be teased and she moved around until he was on target and she trapped his head with her thighs. She then rocked her clit on his mouth and let him know she was ready to finish. 

So he started sucking and licking at the same time, trying to show some skill that would make her think he was a good lover. He felt he had her close and was focused on getting her there when he felt something warm on his dick. 

He couldn't move his head to see what was going on but based on the warmth he assumed someone was sucking his dick. Now Becca was eating Kate, he was eating Becca which only left Rhonda. Geez what more could possibly happen. Three girls and one boy, of course the fact that they are all brothers and sisters just makes this that more kinky. Next thing you know mom will join in and then it would really be a family affair. 

Now why in the world would he be thinking of his mom at a time like this? With his dick in one sister's mouth and his mouth nose deep in another ones pussy you would think he would be deep enough in fairytale land. 

He noticed that Becca just got off again and when she did she rolled over off of him and Kate and when she did another body took her place. 

Now he's in a daze, his dick is being deep throated by Rhonda and he's getting close to blowing his top again so he didn't immediately click to who took Becca's place. He thought for a moment that Kate had moved around but he could still feel her legs.  

Hey, wait a minute here! Kate's lying on her back getting eaten out by someone. Rhonda or at least he thinks it's her is sucking his dick and now Becca is lying beside him catching her breath. So the question is who is sucking his dick and who is sitting on his face? 

Here he was thinking of his mom and now an unknown woman or girl is in his bed. Surely not! How does he find out without being obvious? Can he tell a young pussy from an older one? 

The one on his face is bald and sweet tasting, so does it belong to Rhonda? If so who is sucking his dick? Who ever they are they are doing a mighty fine job of it. Does he really want to even know? Ah geez, just thinking about it put him over the edge. 

Now he's squirting deep into someone's throat and they are lapping it up and sucking like there is no tomorrow. He's quickly falling into la la land but even in his haze he noticed the pussy on his face is getting up. Should he look and see who it is? He thinks about it a minute and decides to look up and when he does he notices 4 bare asses heading out his door. He was so distracted by all that ass that he didn't look up to see if he could recognize anything else. 

Too late now, they were gone. Maybe in a minute he'll get up and go see who is who and where. Maybe in a minute he thinks and then the next thing he knows he wakes up and it's dark. The sun was shinning when he last looked? He rolled over and looked at the clock, "oh shit is it really 9:42? Crap, as quick as he could he got up and grabbed his boxers off the floor, didn't have time to waste looking for clean ones. Then he quickly headed down the hall to the kitchen and after turning the corner he stopped cold. 

What the fuck? In the kitchen were 5 girls and there were 2 more at the breakfast bar. They are all dressed normally and here he was in his boxers. All of them turned to look his direction. Searching their faces he looked for reactions to help him decide the best course of action. Should he be cool and just head for the fridge, or should he be polite and say excuse me and turn back? 

Yesterday he would have turned on his blank stare and got a drink from the fridge and then walked out as if they were all invisible. But after todays joyful encounter he didn't think he had the ability to pull it off. He needed anger to build up his walls but after the last few hours he didn't have any anger in him. 

Quickly he decided to play it coy. He walked in with all the grace he could muster and got a Dew from the fridge. Turning to walk back out his mom popped off at him, "Hey sleepy head, I'm used to you being up and gone early every morning, what happened to make you sleep away the afternoon?" 

Now did he detect a smirk in her voice? Did she know first hand or was she just in the wise? If she knew surely she would be upset, wouldn't she? If in fact she were one of the group then being upset was probably a moot point. How should he respond? All these thoughts racing thru his head so fast he couldn't think. 

He couldn't come up with a response worth saying so he just kept his mouth shut and sat down on the couch. What was going to happen next he wondered? 7 to 1 odds meant he was not going to win no matter what he did but then again losing wasn't always a bad thing.

Who was the mystery girl? Who knows, in fact who cares at this point. His life will never be the same as it is. He doubted he would ever top this day. "Everything from here on out will be nothing in comparison. Or will it?" He wondered as 7 girls walked in the room with his mom following. All of them sat down and they were looking at him with a glint in their eyes. "Shit! What am I getting myself into here? Ah hell, who cares!" He said to himself and losing all self control he just sat there with a big smile on his face and waited.

*****

 I don't know how to end it, should he get any luckier or should this fantasy just end?