4 comments/ 107067 views/ 18 favorites Tegan By: 0037 The story I am about to tell is about the single greatest experience of my life, and therefore, as I am your usual red-blooded male, about sex. Not just any sex, but sex with two women. And not just any two women, but one, Julie, I have slept with consistently for 10 years now and the other I have wanted to sleep with for every one of those 10 years, her sister Tegan. Now don't get me wrong, I am a loving husband and very devoted partner. Julie and I have a great life together and the sex is good. We do play and occasionally experiment, but I am the sort of person that likes the experimentation part of a sex life more than what one (Julie) would call 'normal sex'. But everyone in my wife's family knew what guys saw in Tegs, because it was what they wanted to see in themselves when they looked in the mirror, and would have if they weren't as devoted to sweets and afraid of exercise as the baby of the family was. Tegan was the spitting image of Jules, less about 3 years and 20 kgs. She had a body to die for and loved showing it off at any opportunity, and with tits that I could imagine fit perfectly into my hands, I was constantly stealing a perv. She married Paul a couple of years ago in what was a whirlwind romance. 6 months of dating and a 3 month engagement, something everyone close to her urged her not to do, because I think she was the only one who repeatedly missed Paul's eyes (and the odd hand) straying everywhere. We could all read Paul from a mile away, hot wife who was blind to the odd piece of tail on the side and always pushing the boundaries. Well, it was Friday night and, as I do on the odd Friday night, I hung around after work for a couple of drinks before enduring the long train ride home to another Friday night of sitting on the couch watching the footy, by myself, drinking beer, by myself, and trying to catch the odd pair of boobs on SBS, again, by myself. Jules is not a sports fan at the best of times, so she usually sits on the computer, on the phone with her friends. Two kids asleep in their rooms kills off any chance of a social life after 7:30. Yep, I'm living the good life! Well, one text message changed all that, and yes, I do still have the message on my phone. On the way home can U pls pick up Tegs She has had a rough week and wants a soak in the hot tub tonight. That OK? My first thought was "great, another one of those nights with me sitting around not even able to drink the beer I was looking forward to or watching the game I was looking forward to either. But then I read it again. Tegan. Not Tegan and Paul. Just Tegan. And picking her up means she can't drive, meaning she has been drinking, and it was only 6.30. Now at this stage a part of me was saying "poor little sis, but I am enjoying myself" but it didn't take long for that voice to be drowned out by a much much louder voice screaming "Tegan, drinking, alone, in bathers!!!" Julie, Tegan and their other two sisters are not alcoholics by any stretch of the imagination, but when they do have a drink, two things happen. One, they get adventurous. Boundaries that would normally be up at all times every day slowly get lowered and there are times when we can devote entire evenings to just watching what they get up to, out of, embarrassed about and in hot water over. The usually shy in front of crowds girls become the centre of attention, Quiet girls become very vocal and conservative girls become mini daredevils. But it never goes too far because of point two. They also get amorous. Alcohol equals sex. Usually at the end of the night, after they have either exhausted all possible avenues of the sort of conservative fun guys look at and think "Just a bit further, please", their eyes lock on the respective partners. And we are definitely not complaining, because, and this is verified by all partners, what happens without the influence of alcohol in the bedroom passes for a children's story in comparison to what happens under the influence. Now I don't know what happened to the drink I was half way through, but I do know that was the fastest run to the station I have ever made. When I eventually pulled up to the house, Tegan came out in a two piece suit covered by a very thin piece of material that gave me a hard-on I had to shuffle before it pierced my shorts. "Hey Matt. Thank you so much." She started before even making it into the car. My god, what an ass. "I was on my third vodka when Jules called and I invited myself over." She looked at me, and held my eyes. "No worries. Trust me, that outfit says thank you more than you ever could." I kidded. "It does?" she replied, still staring. I let that hang and turned my attention to the road, now a bit curious as to what was on her mind, as it was definitely something to do with me, but knowing her the way I did, would also bet it was not what was on my mind. "How was last weekend?" She asked. "Not bad. Took some recovery but I'm fit enough now to get back after something like that pretty quick. Great day though." Now, just to explain that little one, I am a part time Tri-athlete. Its not one of those obsessions where I swim every morning, ride to and from work every day and throw in a 10km run every now and then for good measure. Where I can, I keep myself fit and in pretty good nick, and I am one of those few that actually enjoy running, riding and swimming enough to just want to do it, no reason necessary. Every summer I get my butt into gear and get out there for a few races. The only part of my fitness regime that my wife's family is interested in. This is why the question didn't raise any alarm bells at the time. Yeah, what I saw looked pretty good. Jules put the pictures of you up on facebook..." That one raised alarm bells. I know the pics she was talking about. 3 nights ago, Jules printed them off the website, and that night mentioned what they did to her before doing what she did to me, but that's another story. It's enough to say I looked pretty good in them. Tegan held my stare in what I could see was a slightly tipsy way, and now knowing where her mind was, was about to do the "last decent act before attempting the first indecent one" and ask if everything was alright at home when we pulled into the driveway. Tegan hopped out of the car and I feigned being tired to get another glimpse of her ass before getting out myself. We went inside and I could hear the tub bubbling away out the back, a bottle of champagne half empty with two glasses next to it, one clean and the other half full. "Oh, good girl" Tegan teased her sister, before filling the other empty glass. "Now go and get your bathers on so Matty can blame his boner on you instead of getting in trouble for it." Pretty soon we were all outside, sitting down under the patio, enjoying the alcoholic buzz we all had, talking about anything. The game was on inside, and the beer had stayed in the fridge in favor of the champagne and vodka that the girls were partaking in, but If you had seen what I could see at that stage, you would definitely know why. Every now and then when Jules and I would get up at the same time, she would pull me aside and grab my ass, whispering how she was sorry, wink wink, for the nights interruptions and it was not, wink wink, what she wanted to be doing tonight. As soon as I saw the open bottle of champagne, I had expected this. Very rarely is she in this mood when I get home but as I mentioned earlier, Champagne, a warm night and sport on every channel does it to her every time. I tease her that it's just because she is trying to come between me and my football, but I can read her like a book. So question after question passed until I thought there was enough of a buzz in all of us to ask what I was going to ask in the car earlier, just in a different way. "So, how's the sex life going, Tegs? Is Paul giving you enough breathing room these days? I can't see him keeping his hands off you at all" I smiled, getting a playful kick under the table from Jules, which Tegan just giggled at. "Ha, god no. I think he's fucking the babysitter...." Oh shit. "You sure?" I asked, decorum replaced with alcohol about half an hour ago. "Well, either that or it fell off a few weeks ago and she keeps moving further away for him to drop her home." That's when the dark cloud of Tegan's mood came over with the silver lining of her not getting any at home, seeing the photo's of me in the tri shorts and getting drunk and wanting to come over came gloriously into view. It was at this point we could take the conversation into two directions. Sober up and talk her through, Julie's option, or move it on and get back to the laughing and drinking, which was my option. So before Julie could butt in, I hopped up and grabbed her hand. "Small talk and Dr Phil crap later. You need a laugh, a drink and a night off thinking about him." I announced, hoping not to get overruled. "get that off and get in the tub while I get you too another bottle of bubbles." I said, pointing at the sarong with a wicked little smile. Her mind was elsewhere but she snapped back pretty quickly at the sound of her brother telling her to get undressed, but smiled and gave me a cheeky little wink. Tegan grabbed Julie's hand and, in a sign that it was what she wanted too, dragged her over to the tub. By the time we were in the water, we talked and laughed and relaxed a lot. I spent most of the night getting in and out of the tub topping up the drinks and nibbles in the hope that the alcohol combined with the warm water led the girl's eyes to linger on my ass a little longer each trip. I have a feeling it was taking effect because by the fourth trip, it wasn't by my offer but their request. As the evening progressed we started stretching out and legs and hands started innocently bumping into each other and because of the air and bubbles in the water, Now I am not the sort of person to make the first move towards something that can very easily get me castrated, but in the touching that was going on under the water, Tegs hands and feet were starting to linger and when her hand brushed the front of my shorts, I caught her eyes, smiled and winked. Her hand came back, I smiled again, she smiled back and I knew it was on. Our Hot tub is pretty deep and the water on this particular night was up to our shoulders so I was able to reach over and touch Jules's bottom without it showing on the surface. She realized that and was enjoying the fun. After a time I reached across and started moving my other hand up the inside of Tegan's leg. I have been dreaming of getting into Tegan's pants since we met and when I didn't get any resistance I almost came in my pants there and then! I very slowly moved up to the point where I could feel the edge of her bathers and I gently stroked and explored the crack between. The champagne was still flowing, but the conversation had lulled and none of us were really trying to hide it or what was going on under the water. We all knew, but hadn't hit the point of admittance, not yet anyway. At this point Jules apologetically squeezed my hand and lifted it away, saying she had to go to the bathroom. The look on her face said sorry, and I smiled as if to say "OK", all the while thinking "get out, get out, get out". I was now left alone in the tub with my sister, hand between her legs and free to smooth my fingers underneath her bathers. I sat there moving slowly, not saying anything and watching the look on Tegan's face as my fingers gently traced the lips of her pussy, teasing and brushing past her clit. I was intent on taking my time and not giving her what the warmth and alcohol was assisting me with, because I didn't just want an "OK", I wanted an "OH fuck, don't stop, for god's sake touch me, please finger fuck me, I don't care about anything else". I moved around in front, teasing and playing with both sides of the bathers, forcing her legs open with a knee here and a hip there. The sound of Jules returning caused her to pull away and I to return to my seat, but the damage was done. I could feel the hips start to move up and down and knew when Jules was back in the water and settled in, I could get back in. But just as Jules got in, Tegan hopped out, smiling and whimpering "M-m-my turn" and rushing off to the bathroom. I had a sneaking suspicion (or maybe just a wild fantasy) that the bathroom visit wasn't so much for the toilet, but to thrust her fingers inside her swimsuit and onto her clit to relieve some of what I had induced. Once she had left, I leaned over to Jules, gently dragging the hand that was down her sisters bathers up her leg, and whispered "Do you think she will come back out? "God, I hope not" Jules replied, parting her legs and urging my fingers further up her leg. At this point, I would have been quite content to take a saw to my hand, slice it off and bronze it with an inscription that read "10 seconds between two sister's pussies, without their knowledge!" but decided that there was another part of me I wanted these girls to share, so I pressed on. "I'm 50/50 on the issue." I responded. "Yeah, I noticed you are having a bit of, Uuunh....., trouble keeping your, Aaaah.... Eyes off her to- Uuuuuuuhhh... night..." Paydirt. "I am. Can I tell you something you promise not to tell her?" I asked, my fingers moving quickly, then slower, teasing the nib above her passage and causing her hips to thrust up towards my hand, begging them to thrust, invade and blow her over the edge. "Uh-huhh..." she moaned, looking around. "I felt her hand brush my leg after you got out" I lied. "She apologized, and then moved it up a bit before taking it away." "Uh-huhh..." she moaned again, in no way taking in what I said. I pulled my hand away when Tegan returned, leaving Jules on the edge and confused about what she had heard and what she wanted. Tegan glided back into the water a little closer to me, and I traced the underside of her leg as she sank into the water. Her eyes just closed and stopped before her ass met the bench, half not wanting to sit on my hand, half not wanting me to stop. Jules had another big swig of her champagne as did Tegan. Pretty soon I took Jules's hand and put it over on my hard cock and was pleased when there was no resistance. Now I reached out and took Tegan's hand and just held it. I slowly raised it to my leg and helped it start exploring before moving my hand back to her hips, retracing the edge of her bathers and teasing the best I could. To my delight, both girls were exploring and soon enough they discovered that they were "sharing". Both of them jerked away at the surprise contact. Jules looked at me with a look of confusion and Tegan shuffled over, expecting her older sister to scream at her. She didn't, or couldn't, as my other hand was bringing her to the edge of a very long coming orgasm, and when Tegan eventually looked up at her sister, She realised, and started to giggle, and as I had one hand between each girl's legs, we were still in contact in a way. I smiled with them, eased my hand out of Jules's bathers, peeled my board shorts off, and once again put Jules's hand back on my tool. Then, taking a deep breath, I then put Tegan's hand right on top of Jules's. This time no withdrawing. Now lots of body contact with my arms around both girls and I pulled them close so that there were four covered breasts pressed against my hard body. I kissed Jules hard and long before slowly moving in front of Tegan. I gently took the sides of her bather top and lifted. It took a second, but she slowly raised her arms enough for me to slip the bather top off and reveal two of the most amazing breasts I have ever seen. I smiled and traced my fingers around the edge, before leaning in to gently kiss and lick each of them. I then grabbed Jules's arm and dragged her over closer, moved in front of her and repeated the process, pulling myself in and kissing her hard again, letting my right hand drop down between her legs, finding her clit through the fabric of her bathers, teasing her and grinding my cock into them as well. As I was working her, I moved my left hand over to Tegan's leg, slowly tracing up it, when I felt her hand grab mine and thrust it into her pussy, bathers pulled aside and hips moving like she was on the verge of coming. I traced her folds with my fingers, eliciting a faint "Please". "Take them off" I said to her, snapping the bather side against her skin. She lifted her hips and slid them off as Jules gyrated her hips against my now throbbing cock, her head turned away, almost in shame that she was trying to get off in front of the girl she played dress-ups with when she was little. I moved my hands away and pulled back to release Jules from her own bathers, which she quickly acquiesced to, raising her hips enough to slip them off and down her smooth and tingling legs. She went to grab my waist, hoping to pull me back in and continue my underwater humping much less inhibited, but I stopped her. I slowly stood up in front of both of them. Both sets of eyes locked on my cock, one that had seen it many times before, one for the first time. My cock was about eye level and both women were in no doubt as to what I wanted. I moved in closer, holding a hand in each of mine, and asked "Who's first?" Jules went to lean forward, but in the first (of much more, I hoped) contact between them since the sex took over, Tegan grabbed her sisters shoulder, gently pulled it back and moved her head slowly forward. She stared directly at the cock in front of her and breathed "You get more than enough of this, my turn first", and with that, parted her lips and slowly passed the head of my now rock solid cock over her tongue and straight down her throat. I had never in my life felt anything that had made me come as quickly as the feeling of my little sister's lips, tongue and throat covering and clinging to my cock and I doubt I ever will. A second or two after I felt my cock against the back of her throat and then slide past it, the first throbs of an orgasm that I knew I couldn't stop came with an intensity that buckled my legs. I grabbed the sides of her head and held her there. The first thing I had expected was her to pull back, but she didn't. Her tongue started caressing the base of my cock and she started a swallowing reaction that I knew was self preservation. I exploded, shooting never ending streams of come down her throat and gripping the sides of her head as I forced it as far into her mouth as I could. When I had come down a bit, I urged her not to stop. I wanted to stay hard and enjoy at least a bit of having my cock in my sister's mouth and she didn't disappoint. She dragged me out a little and swirled her tongue around the head, cleaning and teasing the sensitive head of her new toy like an expert. She brought it out and then plunged it back in when I glanced over to Jules, whose eyes were transfixed on her little sister's expert technique, her hand between her legs going berserk. I slowly withdrew and, dragging Jules closer, offered my cock to her. I could see the thoughts swimming through her mind, knowing where it had been, what it had done, and where it was going. If ever she was going to put the brakes on what was turning into the best sexual experience I had ever had, it was now. But she looked up at me with eyes that said "just this once", and reached her hand out, slowly caressing the side of my cock before moving even more slowly forward. As her lips touched the head of my cock, I could tell instantly that she was trying to go one up. Now I never actually believed this happened, but this blowjob was unlike any she had given me before, and I loved it. Tegan slid over and wrapped her hand around my leg, as if to say my turn when you get tired, but Jules did not want to let up. Her tongue was playing with the underside of me while her lips sucked the ridge and descended further down the shaft with every nod of her head. She even tried to look up at me, something I had been begging her to do on previous blowjobs, but to no avail. This time, she was trying everything so as to say "this is my cock and my mouth is the best". Tegan, The Neighbors' Daughter I've been living in this town for about three years now. I moved here straight out of college and took a job writing for the local newspaper. Not too glamorous, but it pays the bills and also lets me do some good work. My house sits on a quiet road filled mostly with families with kids. One of my neighbors is a family of four. There's Tom, the dad, who I hang out with and watch the games on TV. Then there's Sarah, his wife. And then there's the two kids. Joe is the youngest, at age 12. Tegan is their daughter who just turned 18. Tegan is pretty cute for her age. She's got short hair which she usually wears in pony tails or pig tails, and she's your average soon-to-be college freshman in most respects. The thing that sets Tegan apart from most other people, though, is that she's deaf. I first found that out when I moved in, and little 15-year-old Tegan was watering the flowers outside their house. I walked over to introduce myself, but she couldn't hear me. I finally walked over in front of her so she could see me. She smiled, and raised a hand to have me wait. She turned off the water and grabbed a notepad and pencil that she had sitting nearby. Hi. Can I help you? "Yeah," I began, not knowing what to do or say. I can read lips. It's okay. "Well, I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Mike, and I just moved in next door. Is your family around?" They're all gone for the afternoon. My little brother has a game. They'll be back tonight. "Okay," I said deliberately. "Tell them I stopped by, and that I'm looking forward to getting to know them." Tegan nodded and smiled, and I turned and walked away. That's how Tegan and I usually ended up communicating. Her family was better, because they could all do sign language, but I never really had the aptitude for picking it up. It was just as well, because there was usually someone there to translate or else Tegan had her little notepad. A few days ago, I'd gone over to their house to ask to borrow their hose. I'd lent mine to my brother, and he hadn't returned it in weeks, and my lawn was starting to crunch. I walked over and found no one at home in the house. I walked around the side of the house to look in the yard, and saw Tegan there, swimming in the pool. I waved my hands as much as I could to try and draw her attention, and eventually she saw me. She swam over to the side of the pool and started to climb out to get her notebook. I shook my head and stopped her. Using one of the few sign language words I did know, I signed, "Parents?" Tegan shook her head, and indicated that they were gone. She then mouthed the words "two days." I pointed to the rolled up hose near the pool, indicating that I'd like to borrow it. Tegan nodded, and waved before going back to swimming. I took the hose and headed back to my house, hooking it up to the faucet and sprinkler, then went inside. A few minutes later, my doorbell rang. I climbed out of the chair and walked to the door. I opened it and found Tegan standing there. She was still wet. Her hair was hanging wet around her ears, and her body was glistening with water. She had on only her striped bikini, which highlighted her smooth skin, narrow waist, and small breasts, and a pair of flip flop sandals. I looked at Tegan, who was looking back at me silently. I saw in her hand her notepad, and motioned for her to use it. She blinked and lifted it up to begin writing, taking glances at me even as water dripped onto the paper pad. Do you want to have sex with me? "What? Tegan!" I was dumbstruck. What the heck was this girl doing? Please? she wrote, and looked up at me with what could have been puppy dog eyes. I swallowed, trying to sort out what to do. Before I could say anything else, Tegan stepped forward and kissed me gently on the lips. I sighed, kissing her in return, lifting my hands to run along the smooth, cold skin of her arms. We stood like that for a moment, kissing in my doorway, before I realized that someone might see. Quickly I pulled Tegan inside and closed the door, and she stood inside my house, dripping and smiling. Tegan took my hand, and led me silently through my house. Tegan knew her way around because she'd been over with her family a few times in the past few years for dinners and games. Now she deftly led me upstairs towards my bedroom, and gently pushed open the bedroom door, leading me inside. She turned me around, and pushed on my shoulders, urging me to sit down. I did, and sat looking at her in awe. Tegan first sat down her notepad and pencil on the dresser nearby. Then, pulling wet hair out of her face, she kicked off her sandals and stood before me. Tegan kept looking at me, chewing her lip as she slowly took hold of her bikini bottoms and pulled them down her legs. She gently laid them on top of her sandals, and then reached to untie her top, letting it drop from her arms and breasts, exposing their perfect roundness in the daylight of my room. Tegan was gorgeous. Petite, with her small figure and breasts, but perfectly proportioned. Her body was tanned, with lines clear where her bikini bottoms had been. I noted, though, that she had no tan lines around her shoulders or breasts. Tegan stepped towards me, and reached down to take one of my hands. She lifted it to her lips to kiss it, then guided it down the front of her body, over her breasts, over her stomach, and towards her crotch. She spread her legs a little, and pressed the palm of my hand against her pussy. Tegan let out a soft moan, and tilted her head back. She was trying to move my hand against her pussy, urging me to rub her. Smiling, getting her hint, I used my other hand to push her legs farther apart, and pulled my hand from her grip, sliding two fingers into my mouth to lick them and get them wet. Tegan looked down at me, watching, as I pulled my fingers from my mouth and delicately placed them against her pussy lips. Tegan let out a strange moan, a deaf moan, and I found the sound of it turned me on. My dick had already been hard, but now it was uncomfortably so. I had to reach to adjust my shorts, even as my other hand started to make slow circles over her pussy lips. When I found her clit, her legs trembled, and she seemed to grow weak. She steadied herself by digging her fingers into my hair, pulling at it and ruffling it eagerly even as her moans began to increase. Tegan's pussy was cold at first, but as I rubbed her, I could feel it start to warm. Her skin was smooth except for the small patch of unshaven hair that she left, what must be covered up normally by her bikini bottom. Quietly, Tegan reached down to my hand again, and helped me guide my fingers up inside of her. Now she really moaned. Her moans were luxurious and deep, and my eyes ran over her body as I slid my fingers gently in and out of her. I reached my other hand up to her breast, cupping it in my hand, reveling at how perfectly it fit and how her rigid nipple pressed into my palm. Tegan grabbed my wrist, forcing me to move faster inside of her. Her moans were guttural now, and her whole body was moving against my hand. I massaged her breast, watching my glistening fingers move in and out of her at speed. Finally, I felt her pussy lips tighten on my fingers, and felt her body shake and quiver as an orgasm hit her. She pulled at my hair, and I could feel the weight of her body press on her hands as her legs grew weaker and she started to collapse. I quickly grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to sit on my lap. Tegan wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply. Her tongue probed my mouth furtively. It was hard and small, and it teased its tip against mine before she opened her mouth wide, pushing her tongue farther in while she closed her lips over my own. She was grinding against my crotch and legs. I could feel her working to rub her bare pussy against the material of my shorts, and I was eager to respond. Quickly I reached between us, and unfastened and unzipped my shorts. Then I grabbed Tegan, rolling her onto her back as I quickly pushed my shorts and boxers down to my ankles, kicking them off my feet. Tegan was reaching eagerly between my legs, fondling my ball sack and gripping my dick. She spread her legs wide, pulling at my dick to line it up with her pussy. Together, with her guiding me, and me pushing, my dick slid up inside of her naked pussy. It slipped past the raw skin of her pussy lips, and into the warm wetness of her mound. I started moving immediately, pulling my dick slowly in and out of her. Tegan draped her legs over my shoulders, grabbing hold of the bed as I fucked her. She was moaning and grunting. At times I thought she was trying to make word sounds, mostly coming out as "mmph" and "may." I didn't care, and neither did she really. Our bodies were communicating. I could feel her pussy contracting on my dick, and feel how she arched her body every time I thrust into her. My dick was throbbing, and I was sure she could feel that. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lip again. Tegan moved her legs, pressing her small feet against my chest, her legs and knees together. I felt my dick move in farther. I felt the soft velvet tissue of her pussy walls hit the tip of my dick as I fucked her. I grunted, and picked up speed. I was forcing myself into her relentlessly now. I wrapped my arms around her knees, bucking and humping her fiercely. I was surprised when I suddenly felt her go stiff, and felt her pussy quiver, and the soft running juices of her cum wet my dick. I moaned her name, even though she didn't hear, and started to fuck her harder. With her cum on my dick, it slid easier, and the soft friction was bringing me to the edge. I pushed Tegan's legs apart and held myself above her. She looked up at me, staring into my eyes as I made forceful, heavy thrusts inside of her for a few more moments, then stopped as my dick spurted inside of her. Tegan's eyes closed, and I could feel her milking me again. My dick throbbed, and I could feel the cum draining out of it. When my orgasm was done, I was relieved that I was still hard. Without hesitation, my dick tender and sensitive still, I started to speed fuck Tegan again. She moaned and whimpered, and I could feel her body weak beneath me. She was reaching above her head, pushing against the headboard to press herself down into my thrusts. I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. I grabbed her arms and squeezed them tight, holding onto them as I rammed inside her. Her pussy felt looser now, but it still felt wonderful. It took several minutes, and my body was sweating heavily from the effort, but I finally felt the second orgasm rising in me. I moved to grip Tegan's shoulders, and grunted as I pumped inside of her tiny little body. Tegan writhed beneath me, and I came. Less this time, but the cum still spurted inside of her pussy. Tegan was panting, and I ran my hands over her smooth, naked, eighteen-year-old body. Slowly I came down, making a few, gentle, tacit thrusts inside of her before finally pulling my dick out of her. Tegan moved a hand down to her pussy and touched it briefly, and I saw her wince a little as she touched her skin. She looked up at me and smiled, and motioned for me to grab her notepad. Stepping over our piles of clothes on the floor, I brought the notepad back and handed it to her. She smiled at me and began to write. I lay down next to her, running my fingers through her drying hair. Tegan stopped writing and handed me the notepad to read. Thank you. That was wonderful. I took the pencil from her hand, and wrote on her pad back to her. You were wonderful. Tegan kissed my cheek, and wrote some more. Can you come over tonight? I'd like to do this again. I nodded, and Tegan smiled. She sat up quickly, and stood and walked to her clothes. She pulled on her bikini bottoms, and started to put on her bikini top. I stood and walked to stand behind her, taking the strands from her hands and helping her tie her bikini back on. We stood there, and I wrapped my arms around her, kissing the back of her neck. We looked at ourselves in the mirror above the dresser, and I felt Tegan press her butt back against my crotch. My exhausted dick responded weakly. Tegan turned, wrapping her arms around my neck to give me a long, amazing kiss. Finally she broke free, stepped into her shoes, and waved. And just like that, Tegan left my bedroom and walked downstairs and out the door of my house. As I heard the door shut, I ran my hands over my face, rubbing it and slapping it a little, making sure it wasn't all a dream. When I was done, I put my boxers on and walked downstairs again. There, at the bottom of the stairs, having been slid under the door, was a note from Tegan. I picked it up and read, 7:00 tonight. I smiled to myself, gently laying the paper on a nearby table and went to shower and relax a little before what I was sure would be a very wonderful night indeed. Tegan I made enough noise to tell her that was true, but was desperate to get back into my baby sister's mouth, so I tried something else. I gripped the base of my cock with one hand and put the other on Tegan's head, drawing her closer to Jules's expert cock smoking. I slowly withdrew from Jules's mouth as Tegan's head moved closer, and she got part of the message and moved in, but when I took my hand off my cock and cupped the back of Jules's head so she couldn't move back too far, they looked at each other and smiled. It was a shy, "lets never talk about this" smile, an "I know what he wants and if it's ok by you?" smile. Tegan took me in her mouth as Jules rested her head on my hip. Two sucks and she withdrew it and pointed it at Jules for her to have a taste and I was in heaven. These two beautiful sisters, straight-laced as they come, were passing my now throbbing cock from one mouth to the other and I was finally getting my double blowjob! I pulled Tegan's head in as Jules was having her turn and again she got the message. She started kissing and licking the part of my cock she could access while Jules had the head in her mouth and when Tegan moved her mouth up to take the head in and made contact with Jules's lips, she slid her lips down the side, just ever so slightly grazing her lips against Tegan's. A slight flicker of registration showed in their eyes and they paused before Jules continued down my shaft with her tongue and Tegan went to work on the head. She almost bumped her head on hers sisters as Jules moved back up to take me into her mouth again, but a bit more quickly than Tegan did and when her lips touched Tegan's, it felt like time slowed. I could see the girls realizing in those alcohol glazed, heat induced eyes that they were about to share their first kiss and neither pulled away. I slowly extracted my cock and let them hold their head there, lips so softly touching each other, pulses racing and tongues about to come out and dare to explore. First one then the other, eyes closed, just tasting, not rushing, no force and no impatience. A moment in time that would never exist in anything but our memories that held for what seemed an eternity. Then the moment broke. Both at the same time backed off a bit and turned back to the (blow)job at hand, but the moment was lost and sensing that, I moved down out of reach and gently cupped Tegan under the armpits, lifting her out of the water onto the edge of the hot tub. I leant over and forced my tongue down Jules's throat, my hands sliding in between Tegan's legs as my hips forced their way in between Jules's legs. They both complied and took my confidence as a sign that I was in charge. Tegan laid back, closed her eyes and put her hands up behind her, relaxing her legs and letting me move them where I wanted while Jules placed one hand on her hip and turning her back slightly to her now spread-eagled sister, leaned away and guided me in to her dripping wet pussy with the other. Having complete confidence that Jules wanted my cock to do exactly what I wanted it to do, I turned back to Tegan, placed a hand behind each knee and held them back, opening her even more. The sight of what was in front of me was actually, rather than being majestic to behold, amusingly familiar. I smiled and wondered about the reaction I would get asking the girls if they knew their pussies were actually almost identical in this position, but thought better of it. I lowered my head toward supper and dug in. My tongue traced around her cavity, gently teasing as I savored and drew out as much of a beautiful eyeful as possible, when I felt two hands on the back of my head. She was getting impatient, which means she was getting more cooperative, so I pushed.....again. "Ask nicely" I breathed over her clit. "Please..." She whispered. The head of my cock was finding the entrance to my wife's tunnel as I cooed "Louder". "Oh god, please" she called back. Jules's hips bucked as I pushed in an inch and held. You can do better than that" I teased, as my lips grazed the top of her clit. "OH FUCK, DO THAT AGAIN" she panted, and I withdrew a little, reminding her who was in charge. She looked at me and I stared her straight in the eye and replied "I know you can do better than that". Her head dropped as mine did and again she got the message. "Eat it" One lick, just grazing the top. One thrust of the hips, and freeze. "Uunh" from Jules "Oh Fuck, lick my clit, lick it, eat my pussy..." A circle of the clit with my tongue and withdraw. Another two thrusts of the hips. "Unh. Come on Tegs" from Jules. I couldn't believe Julie was encouraging her sister to beg her brother to eat her out. This was awesome. One gentle breath, slow and teasing... Then Tegan raised herself on to her elbows and looked me square in the eyes, a couple of strands of wet hair very sexily drooping over her face, lips pouting and said something I will never forget... "Eat my pussy, eat me out properly and make me come and you can put my face and your cock anywhere you want" I smiled, "atta girl" I said, and went to town on both of them. Tegan's head dropped back down as I traced my tongue around the lips of her pussy and, circling smaller and smaller found the edge of the clit and concentrated my efforts. Crystal clear "Oh yeah, lick it there" and "fuck that's good, please don't stop" turned into "Uunhh yeahhhhhhahh" and Oooohhh ffuuuuuaaarrrnnnnnnhhhhhhhhaaahhhh" as I moved and explored the little nub from every side. My finger teased and traced the inside of her pussy as my other hand caressed my wife's perfect tits. As Tegan's hands held my head firmer, I increased my licking to include her pussy and sensitive surrounds, always returning to that sensitive clit as she ground her hips into my face. Then as the grip tightened and the legs closed slightly, I could feel her coming and kept the attention on her throbbing clit. She bucked and kicked and shuddered, a wave of liquid covering my face and me not being able to move from her vice like grip of my head. She relaxed her grip gently and went to move back, but stopped when she realised I hadn't stopped moving my tongue. The sensitive feelings of her post orgasm fade were rapidly turning into pre orgasm build again, so I slowed slightly as I felt the familiar throb of the older sister's pussy around my slowly pistoning cock. Jules is not the sort of person that can back up for a second orgasm after sex. Fingering and oral, yes, but not sex and I had a suspicion it ran in the family. While I was happy for Teg to get a couple of bangs out of the evening, I wasn't about to let the old fella get Jules off, only to have her desert us. The final step of this little fantasy of mine was going to be the most difficult, but as the alcohol, the heat from the spa and Tegan's earlier promise were all on my side, I had nothing to lose. I dropped back into the water and whispered to my wife "if you want to come, get out of the water, lay down on your back and close your eyes" and kissed her. She returned the kiss, at first too drunk to realise what was all over my face, then not caring, kissing me back between the musky juices of her sister's orgasm. I lifted her up and out of the tub and she shuffled back as I moved between Tegan's legs and resting my cock over her dripping pussy, whispered in her ear "time to pay the piper" I kissed her hard, forcing her own juices into her mouth as I slid my cock into her dripping wet pussy. Her hips raised and her mouth opened, moaning as she dragged me in. In the same motion I withdrew to a "God, please don't, I want you in me." "You mean you want me to fuck you?" I teased. "I just had that in your sister. You want it too?" "Fuck yes. She has been raving about you and what you can do with that thing since you started dating. Now fuck me please..." "On one condition" I replied, and helped her over onto her hands and knees, directly in line with her sister's open legs. Tegan looked up to see Jules's hand rubbing her clit while she watched us. She smiled and laid back and Tegan realised where her head was going. She turned back to me and with a sultry and dead sexy look, whispered "your dirty old fuck". "You think that's dirty, wait till you find out where my cock is going." I replied, playing with her clit and pussy, spreading the juices around before slowly lowering my head and pushing her ass forward so her head made a beeline for her older sister's pussy. She pushed back a bit, apprehension creeping in before she acquiesced and dropped to her elbows. My tongue traced her ass cheeks and the tops of her legs moving into her already prepared pussy, when I drifted up a little as Tegan's mouth approached Jules. She paused when my tongue traced her rectum and the penny dropped. I let a big gob of spit onto her hole and moved up behind her, gently grasping the back of her head as I found the entrance to her pussy and whispered "Your face and my cock anywhere I want, I want your face here..." I said, guiding her into Julies soaking wet patch "and my cock here", my finger finding the gob of spit and pushing against her ass hole. Tegan closed her eyes and moaned. I knew then that this wasn't the first thing to invade her rectum and increased my thrusts into her as she edged closer to her sister. I moved to an upright kneeling position behind her and grabbed her waist with a hand as I increased the pace of my fucking her. Jules looked up as well, waiting to feel a tongue on her clit and almost instantly closed her eyes and fell back. Tegan's head was obscuring my view, but I knew she had just made contact. I thoroughly enjoy watching a woman orgasm and Jules was great at it. I had to control my trusts as I watched my wife being eaten out by the little slut of a sister I was fucking, and trust me that was rather hard. But I was determined to get my cock into everywhere I could because I knew this was the last chance I had. As Julie's hands gently found her sister's head, I was reminded of Tegan's hands holding my head in the same way and smiled again. It seems grabbing hold while getting eaten out is another thing that runs in the family. I continued on her clit, doing my best to distract her while she was getting forced into Julie's pussy and stretching her ass with now two fingers. When Julie's breathing quickened and her legs started closing, I made my move, I could feel Tegan start to thrust her hips so I knew she was close, so I increased my finger's frantic flicking as I slowly withdrew and scooped as much juice out of her pussy as I could, forcing it into her ass. As Julie pressed hard and Tegan's hips started pumping, calling out to the impending orgasm it was on the brink of, I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her ass and slowly pushed forward. Tegan's impending orgasm would have to continue impending as I guided her back onto my cock, sliding past the rim of her rectum and on inside her. I let her clit go and grabbed her arm, guiding her hand down to her own clit so as to say "Get yourself off; I am going to town with or without you!" And go to town I did. I grabbed both hips and thrust in and out for all I was worth. Julie looked up as my thrusts affected Tegan's ability to eat her properly, but I winked and looked back down and she knew where I was and what I was doing. She doubled the grip on her little sisters head and thrust her hips, focusing on her own orgasm that was all night in coming. That look on her face, the resignation that her husband was reaming her little sister right in front of her and the picture of Tegan's head in between my wife's legs, hands gripping her legs, holding them open while licking for all she was worth, while my cock was buried deep in her ass, was the last thing I remember seeing. I couldn't hold it any more as I raised my head, closed my eyes and, to the sound of my wife's orgasmic scream and Tegan's shuddering indication of her own explosive orgasm, I came in my sister's ass. Once we had all rolled over and caught our breaths and the post coital smell of sex and sweat had taken over, I reached over for a towel to cover Tegan in and moved around to pick my wife up and carry her into the bedroom. I laid her down on the bed and went back for Teg. I carried her into the spare bed and dragged the sheet over her, stealing a peek at her perfect body one last time and feeling very proud of working my way into it. I got her a glass of water and put it next to the bed, and a couple of fresh towels at the end of the bed, something Jules does when people come over. I went out to clean up and wipe down the Hot tub cushions, switch off the lights and stumbled off to bed. It took me a minute or 20 to get the images of the night out of my head and drift off to sleep, and even though the picture of a naked sister eating out a naked wife wasn't enough to get me up again, before I knew it, I was out like a light. I woke the nest morning to the smell of a coffee on the bedside table. When I came out to the lounge, all evidence of the previous night had vanished. The champagne bottles, glasses, wet towels and clothes I had left out were gone and the spare room was empty. I didn't have to ask what happened or where Tegan was, the shy smile and soft stare from Julie was as good an explanation as I needed. Tegan and Paul, changed babysitters and separated 6 months later anyway. Exactly one week after he got back from a business trip to Sydney with a "couple of colleagues", one of the colleagues turned up in a convertible, sunglasses and bikini, and we never saw him again. I did forget to thank him though... Tegan's Starlet Blog First off, she's been my BFF since always. We hit it off day-one. Jamie was Wonder Woman, with her brunette hair, to my Super Girl blonde.—Even though we were chubby little kids in our Catholic school uniforms. If you saw us back then, your fetish would be so over. :-( But, so, since childhood we grew up together, just on the tip of a decent-sized city in a Southern red state. We weren't trailer poor, but we sure got use out our imagination. So, now, we're twenty-four and, really, never left each other's side. Well, we were apart only a minute—when Jamie went for her Associate's degree and I got on a reality show. After that, for whatever reason, I started getting offers to do more reality TV, some very small movie walk-ons, or whatever, and some regular-like Playboy gigs.—Way fun!—I got me a woman agent: Elyse, she rocks! (The guy I hired at first turned out to be a dirtbag who wanted more than 15%, and it wasn't money. One minute, he'd have me bending over the desk looking over my proofs; the next, he'd have my jeans down my ankles and his cock riding up me. And, he'd still be discussing business! such a workaholic, he didn't know how to separate work and life.—And, he kept selling me as "the go-to bare-a-tit gal".) Anyway, eventually, Jamie and I reunited, with me kinda hiring her as an "assistant" but really just party partners. One thing about men: I didn't finish college—okay?—but I'm not dumb. I'm really very smart. I have a really prosperous career and I'm very intuitive about people. But, for some reason, I'm always hooking up with jerks. I don't know how, but I'm like a magnet to damaged, little boys. They're always hottie autograph hounds one day and total tools the next. I guess I'd be intimidated too if I was a guy who made less than his girlfriend. (I kinda like regular joes over celebrities. Celebs are so fake—all parties and compliments, private visits to your trailer; but, they never wanna eat with you off the set, never ever call after wrapping.) The regular joes are real, but they truly need psychiatric counseling, learn to deal with a confident, independent woman. One guy, Gareth, was so cool, for so long, then three months in, after we had exchanged duplicate keys to each other's apartments, he started in on how turned on he was to all the fan attention I was getting. I thought it just a long joke growing stale, then he returned home one night, from out wherever, climbed naked into bed, awaking me. I was really sleepy, but he was so cute. Then, I realized there was a naked man on the other side of me. Gareth whined so much about my embarrassing him, as they pulled the covers off me and me out my nightshirt, I stopped complaining and let them diddle me, kiss me, double-dick my mouth, then lay me down and skewer me. I didn't mind giving them some—though they rode me too hard, too long; though it would've been nice to have been asked, first. And, though I really didn't appreciate the high-fives over me. You can best believe I dumped Gareth's ass not long after that, and started seeing a buddy of his, who had been such a sweetie to me during the break-up. His name was Cody and, trust me, I was taking it real slow. But, whatever, he became an ass, and was lamer than Gareth. One night, he called and said he was on his way over. I thought I'd surprise him at the door wearing a pink teddy he liked but had yet to see me in. Well, he surprised me. He had three Black guys with him. Three minor league—or, whatever you call it—basketball players. He, I found out, liked the idea of Black guys—big, dumb jocks or drunk, scrawny nerds. So, at the door, I tried to cover myself as best I could, as Cody and I talked over each other over this miscommunication, but these other guys invited themselves in, going to the fridge for beer. Two returned to my side, just casually feeling me up. I brushed their hands away, here and there, but my attention was clouding over. I wanted them gone or, at least, quietly outta the hallway. I guess when I took a breath to refocus, they all thought I had given in. One Black guy lifted me up and carried me into my bedroom. "It's okay, Tegan," I could hear Cody calling; "It's cool, right? you and Gareth used to do this all the time, he said." The one guy set me, reverse-straddled, atop another guy who lay naked in my bed. I sank deep onto his pole, without any lubed-up ease. Cody came over, cradled my chin in his hand, kissed me, pulled off my teddy, then left the room, left the other guy to push me back as he dipped me from the front. The third guy stood on my bed, and wrapped my mouth around his fucking huge johnson. Cody returned to the door, from what I could see through teary eyes and jumbled sight. He had made a sandwich.—Oh, and after, I don't know if he was too shamed to face me, or what, but I never heard from Cody again. Anyway, so while I was dealing with losers—and, Jamie was such a rockstar with her positive vibe and car-keying know-how—she met this really amazing guy on the set of some straight-to-video I was in. Dane wasn't an actor, or anything. He was one of the Crafts services guys. (Jamie likes the regular joes, too. Though Dane was gorgeous, we didn't go for guys who'd be in the mirror primping more than us.) So, they took it slow, finally moving in together after one year, then getting engaged the next. Jamie had stopped "working" for me and settled in LA with Dane. Throughout it all, we three hung out, when we could. I didn't mind third-wheel status, when I didn't have anybody, because Dane and Jamie didn't do a lotta PDA around me and we all hugged up on each other like silly, little kids. So, with all that said, we had gone to Aruba. I had a quick shoot and they had vacation time. One morning, Jamie called and asked if I had packed a brand of bodywash we liked.—It's organic. Awesome.—I had just showered, so sneaking barefoot down the hotel corridor, naked in a plush robe, I made it to their room. They were being playful as ever. Dane had already showered. He was used to rising early, even after partying all night. Jamie was trying to smother him with kisses. She had morning breath and no shower, and Dane was squirming, trying to get away from her. She yelled for me to cut him off and we took him at the couch. We were hugging him and kissing his cheeks and laughing so hard we were all red. Jamie seized up the wash and went to shower. "Hey! if he moves, get him!" she spun and said, then disappeared out the room. Hey, Dane moved. He tried to sit up, straighten his t-shirt. I threw my arms around him, kissing his cheek real fast and furious, then pulled away, laughing. He looked a little po'd. I know how much he likes his clothes, from a mere t-shirt to a three-button suit. "Aw, you mad?" "You move, and see if you like it," he threatened. I shook in place like I was having a brief seizure, and the nincompoop threw his arms around me, kissing my cheek. As he's a lot heavier than me, we fell back on the couch. I was laughing as he was trying to get his hand from pinned between my shoulder blade and the cushion. I refused to lift up. "Well, lookee here," he said. My big dumb boob had popped out. I tried to place it back and Dane attacked me again. "You moved!" This time, though, he started cupping my boob, and pulling the other out, sucking and pinching the nipples. "Dane? no! what're you doing?" "Nothing. This is nothing. Actors do it all the time, don't they?" "I know, but Jamie—" "She doesn't care! it's just play. You two grab at me all the time. It's nothing." "I guess." He shifted us—me flat on my back, him atop me. He untied the belt, pulled the robe open. He palmed my tits as he licked down to my navel. He asked innocently if I thought his cock would fit between my tits. Before I could answer that I didn't know what he looked like down there, there it was. He stripped off his khaki shorts and t-shirt. I scooted up, resting on my forearms, and Dane straddled me, crushing my breasts around his really nice, semi-soft boner. He began to thrust it up and down, amazed how you could see the head at top. "You're so crazy," I laughed. He was so adorable, like a kid, with that expression. To see what his face would do next, I licked down as his cock came up. I tagged it a few times, then he dropped my breasts and pulled my head forward, my mouth on him. I wanted to question whether this was appropriate, with Jamie in the next room, the shower easily heard. But, he wasn't forcing me on him, not trying to choke me, like jerks do. He let me slob his knob with lips and tongue. While I did this, he gently caressed my clit, his palm then fingers running along my bald vaginuus invituus ;-) not within it. He lay me back again, on my side and pulled himself behind me a little. He was trying to stick me in the ass. I tried to explain that that couldn't be right, but he replied that the ass didn't count, that everybody knows the vagina equals actual sex. I know I had heard something like that, somewhere, though not for something like this. But, I guess it was all right and I knew Dane was a great guy. After all, he loved Jamie as all get-out. He lifted my leg up and began to slide in and out my anus. I closed my eyes, let my head fall back, and began to moan to the long stroke. His other arm held me comfortably around the waist, the hand tickling one breast with the airiest brushes. He kept asking, playfully, if I was gonna move anymore and I kept answering, where I could, "No ... no." With all my happy, low groaning, I don't know if Dane actually heard words. He pushed the leg he held over, rolling me onto my stomach, outta the robe sleeves. He pulled me to my knees, and really started fucking me up the ass. He pulled my cheeks wide, said spanking might be a no-no and, instead, pulled my arms behind me and slid out as far as he could then slammed deep into me. I was hardly catching a breath, at this point. I felt hot in the face, and everywhere else. It was rough, but Dane had started gentle, unlike all the insensitive creeps I've dated. He pulled us back, till he was sitting and I was sitting on him. He let me put my feet on his thighs and lead at my own speed. I played with him by going slow and high, then sinking down and just sitting, flexing pelvis over trapped cock. Then, he pulled my legs up and took control, again. He jackhammered me, falling out once and having me set it back in the gaping hole he was drilling. He asked me to get off him. I thought maybe he realized we might've gone a little too far. But, he only switched sitting arrangements. Now, I was seated on the couch and he stood over me. He spread my legs, cupping them in the crook of his arms, and steered his thick, springy cock into my cunt. "No! you said the vagina was a deal-breaker!" "I know, I know! I just want to show you something real quick." He didn't have to, because I knew Dane worked out, and all that, but he lifted me up off the couch and began to bounce me high up his cock and plunge me to its base, without losing control of me, or hurting his back or arms. I almost lost my mind, on that meaty roller coaster ride, with the complete lack of control to do anything but strap my hands around his neck and let my hair fall all over my face. I could feel Dane's cock in my lungs. His grunts left his hot breath whipping my neck and chest. I guess he finally tired of his show of strength. He put my butt back on the sofa, my ankles on his shoulders, braced my upper arms with his hands, and continued to dig up in my snatch. It was a slow, consistent groove. My feet on the sides of his face looked so funny. The navy pedi- looked good. His face would move in close to mine, and we stole little kissy nips. We were both breathing hard—he through his nose, me through parted lips. "Oh, I love you ... fucking me," I moaned outta somewhere. Dane smiled or set his jaw, or something. I had been wet for awhile, but my skin was prickly, and I was drooling down there, spurting where possible. I let out a shudder and groan, and lost myself to whatever. Dane finally did, too. He pulled out and shot a thick, full stream just short of my open mouth. I had a milk moustache that went as far as up my left nostril. I pulled the cock in my mouth and drained it past the point of Dane's being able to keep standing. I wiped off with the robe, while he dressed, then started to return to my room, to get ready. We three were supposed to have brunch then do a little diving. "You play too much," I smiled, walking out. "You play too much," he said, smacking my ass out the door. We never played like that again, and I guess we never thought to tell Jamie, to see if it'd been okay, or be okay for all of us to play like that. But, I don't think she would care.—She's had us flash Dane many times. No big deal.—She knows she's my best friend. And, we're a pretty strong crew. I'm very lucky.