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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings
  Category:
      Multi, F/F, F/M
  Fandom:
      Worm_(Web_Serial_Novel)
  Relationship:
      Grue/Imp, Regent/Imp, Grue/Skitter, Imp/Skitter, Grue/Imp/Skitter, Imp/
      Tattletale, Skitter/Tattletale, Grue/Tattletale, Skitter/Grue/Tattletale,
      Regent/Skitter, Grue/Tattletale/Imp, Regent/Grue/Tattletale, Regent/Grue/
      Skitter, Regent/Grue/Imp
  Character:
      Brian_Laborn, Aisha_Laborn, Alec, Taylor_Hebert, Lisa_Wilbourn, Alec
      Vasil
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Seduction, Food_Kink, Anal_Sex, Strap-Ons, Threesome_-_F/
      F/M, Vaginal_Sex, Vaginal_Fingering, Shower_Sex, Threesome_-_F/M/M, Oral
      Sex, Anal_Fingering, Light_Bondage, Blindfolds
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-02 Completed: 2015-07-15 Chapters: 13/13 Words: 42044
****** Brian & Aisha; A Brother/Sister Love Story ******
by Axxor
Summary
     When Alec introduces Aisha to the joys of sex, she goes a little
     overboard. Then she goes a lot overboard.
     Also posted on the Questionable Questing board.
***** Food Play *****
Brian and Aisha

Part One: Food Play

Note: this omake is specifically about an incestuous relationship beginning
between Aisha and Brian.  If you are not comfortable with this, then do not
read on.

Note 2: In this omake, Imp has triggered early.  Leviathan has not yet struck;
the city is relatively intact.  None of the major issues of Worm will be
addressed here; it's just a light hearted story about Imp and Grue fucking.


Aisha wandered through the house, feeling bored.  There was nothing to do.  She
had attended her first meeting of the Undersiders the previous night, and what
a letdown that had been.  All the hype, all the solemn warnings by ex-cool-big-
bro Brian I’m the badass supervillain Grue Laborn, and it had just been Brian’s
friends sitting around and talking. Big fat fucking hairy deal, with a fucking
cherry on top.
 
Taylor had been there, all solemn in her Skitter costume.  Aisha had tried to
get a rise out of her by calling her Taylor, reminding her that she’d picked
her as Skitter when they first met, and Brian had slapped her down.  Brian, the
one guy she thought would have her back.
 
Tattletale was there; Aisha wasn’t going to mess with her like she might with
Taylor.  It wasn’t so much that Aisha was scared of her – I’m fucking scared of
nobody and nothing – but she had that look in her eye, y’know?  That fucking
look that says “I know something you don’t.”  And Aisha might have been willing
to put that down to bluff and bullshit, but every now and again, she’d come out
with something that there was no fucking way she could know about, and she’d
give that knowing little grin, like she’d just been handed the knowledge,
special delivery from God Almighty’s fucking hand to hers.  And the one time
she’d decided to go stealthy and wander around and see how long they took to
notice, Tattletale had actually turned to watch her. How the fuck could she do
that? No, Tattletale was not someone she wanted to fuck with.
 
Bitch was there, of course, and no fucking truer word was spoken.  Didn’t say
two fucking words the whole meeting, spent more time patting her fucking dogs
than looking at anyone.  Smelled like dogs too, as far as Aisha could tell.
 Probably slept with them.  Probably let them fuck her.  They probably couldn’t
tell the fucking difference.
 
She imagined Bitch on her hands and knees with a dog on top of her, busily
fucking its dog prick into her cunt, and her hand slipped into the front of the
tiny red thong that was all she wore.  
 
What little pussy hair that had come in, she kept shaved, because she liked to
run her hand over her pussy mound and feel it all smooth.  And she heard older
guys liked to fuck girls with smooth pussies, and older guys was where it was
at.  Also, some girls.  Aisha didn’t care.  
 
Lisa, for instance. If she didn’t have her powers, Aisha might have fantasised
about pushing her up against the wall in the ladies, zipping her out of that
costume and seeing how well she was shaved, but with those freaky deaky powers,
no fucking way.  She’d probably read the idea right out of Aisha’s head and
tell everyone.
 
Aisha rubbed herself harder, imagining Bitch being fucked deeper and deeper,
accidentally using her power to make the dog bigger, and screaming as the cock
rammed into her pussy and stretched it wide open.  Oh man, that was an image
she’d have to save!  The turn-on that gave her was amazing.
 
She slid her fingers into the hot wetness of her pussy, and smiled secretly to
herself.  The last member of the meeting had been Alec. Alec was hot.  He had
that look and that smile that said I can make you scream my name inside of ten
minutes, and he’d been giving Aisha that look all night.  Her. Not Lisa, not
Bitch – Aisha had to grin at that – not Taylor – though seriously, with her
lack of tit, Taylor should seriously consider getting a sex change.  No hips
either.  It was like her body had heard of this fucking puberty deal, and
said Fuck it. Who gives a shit?  Shit, Aisha was maybe two years younger than
Taylor, and she had bigger tits.  The fucking ice cream man down the street
probably had bigger tits.
 
But Alec had been looking at her, and she’d looked back at him when she thought
he wasn’t looking. Couldn’t let them know you were too interested,
right?  Sometimes he’d caught her glancing at him, and he’d smiled that smile
that sent tingles of interest all the way through her tits and pussy and ass.
 Fuck, if Lisa hadn’t been there, Aisha might have been willing to stick her
hand down her pants and start playing the one-finger panty polka right there,
letting Alec see her, letting him know it was all for him.
 
But she couldn’t. Anyway, she was damn sure Alec knew that she was interested.
 She hadn’t paid much attention when she was being told his powers, but it was
something to do with making other people do shit.  Like, get inside their
heads.
 
Like, if he wanted to, he could make me strip off for him, spread ‘em, and
finger my ass till I came, she thought, and the image was intensely arousing.
 He could make me do all sorts of shit I shouldn’t do, and I could enjoy it
all, and then say “He was controlling me, it wasn’t my fault!”
 
Fuck, if she wasn’t fairly sure she’d catch on, she could do that thing with
Lisa.  Fuck, what was it with her and cute blonde chicks?  Most of the time she
was straight, but sometimes ... there was that one little petite one with the
big tits at school, she’d trapped her in a toilet cubicle, locked them both in,
stripped off every stitch that girl had, and then raped her pussy and ass with
her fingers until she came like a fucking earthquake.  Fuck, that was a fucking
turn-on.  Especially as she was using her power at the time, and the girl
didn’t have a fucking idea what was going on.
 
And the look on the girl’s face when Aisha took her clothes with her was
fucking priceless.
 
Aisha realised she was sitting on the floor, back against the wall, legs
spread, thong hooked around one ankle.  Her fingers were rubbing hard at her
clit, siding into her soft wet smooth pussy, other hand groping and squeezing
her tits, and she was groaning but not quite able to cum.
 
She had started to masturbate around the house more and more these days, and
she’d taken to wearing less and less.  With her power on, she could walk past
where Brian was talking to her fucking social worker, wiggle her ass in the
bitch’s face, and she didn’t know a thing.  One of these days, she was gonna
take her cup of coffee and piss in it, and see if she noticed.
 
Even Brian didn’t know what she was doing; he had that black cloud power, but
while he could see through it, he still couldn’t see her.  So most of the time
when he thought she was in her room, or out somewhere – why the fuck go out?
 There was only a certain amount of fun that could be had from being invisible
and fucking naked in public – she was right there, wearing nothing but her
little red thong, the one he didn’t know about, because he’d damn sure throw it
out if he knew about it.
 
Finally, the fucking orgasm hit, in between jumbled mental images of Bitch
being fucked by fifty dogs in a row, and the memory of that little blonde bitch
but with Lisa’s face, and she grunted as the waves of pleasure smashed through
her body, making her limp with pleasure.
 
When she finally refocused her eyes, Brian was standing right over the top of
her.  Literally, in fact.  His foot was between her thighs, so close that if
she slid a little closer, his toes could tickle her pussy.  His other foot was
right up alongside her hip, and she glanced up to see if he’d seen her.
 
Well, duh, of course not.  I’m in fucking stealth mode.
 
That was the one fucking awesome aspect about her powers being the way they
were.  Most capes, they lost concentration, the powers stopped working.  But
her power, she had to concentrate just a bit to turn it off.  So if she was
doing something like this and someone walked in, she had no fucking worries.
 Unless they stepped on her, that is.  Right now, that wasn’t actually
unlikely.
 
Brian shifted his weight and his foot moved forward.  His big toe hit her pussy
and rubbed her clit; she gasped and felt a powerful wave of arousal.  She could
do this shit, and he wouldn’t even know about it!
 
But then she looked up. Right up the leg of his boxers. He was commando in
there, and Fuck, big bro, you’ve been holding out on me!
 
That wasn’t a cock hanging down the leg of his boxers, that was a
fucking python.  A fucking boa constrictor.  A fucking black mamba.  She tried
to imagine how big it would get all swollen up, and her eyes watered.  Then she
imagined sitting on it, letting it slide into her pussy while he held her hips,
and her eyes watered even more, but in a good way.
 
And if Alec made me strip off for him and then made Brian put that cock up
between my butt cheeks, and didn’t let me struggle, no matter how much I wanted
to ...
 
That would be so fucking hot.
 
Aisha  was about to reach up and give that monster a bit of a feel – maybe even
pull his boxers down, he’ll never know it was me – when he turned away toward
the fridge.  With a groan of frustration, Aisha got up, careful to hold on to
her thong. Once it was off her, he’d see it and she’d lose it.  So she tied it
around her wrist.
 
And then she climbed up on to the kitchen cabinet, where he was obviously
preparing dinner.  All fucking healthy, with vegetables and beef and shit like
that.  What the fuck's wrong with McDonalds, anyway?  All the stuff a growing
girl needs – sugar, salt, grease and more grease.
 
Lounging on one elbow, her tits not two feet from his face, one leg cocked up
so she could play with her pussy, she watched him slice tomatoes.  She grinned
as he went to reach for one, and she handed it to him. He didn’t even register,
and just started to slice it up.
 
Then her eyes lit on the other vegetables, and she grinned in unholy glee.  Oh
fuck, I’ve got to try this.
 
She grabbed a carrot and slid it into her pussy.  It wasn’t totally smooth, but
it went in, feeling like a big cold cock, filling her pussy, stretching her
out.  Then she took it out, all covered with her pussy juices, and put it in
front of the cutting board.  And she did it with the next carrot, and the next.
 
Brian began cutting up the carrots, starting with the ones she’d handled.  She
giggled and pushed another one into her soft wet slick pussy, fucking it in and
out till she nearly came.  This one was well and truly soaked when she put it
down, and reached for another one.
 
That one was her undoing. She did come on that one, and the spasm made her
overbalance and fall backward off the bench.  Brian never heard her yelp as she
fell, or the bruising thud as her ass hit the hardwood floor.  She stood up,
and put the carrot next to the cutting board.  Then she realised that it was
only half a carrot.
 
Fuck, the other half’s still up inside me.
 
Brian continued chopping, oblivious to his younger sister, on the other side of
the bench, sliding fingers into her pussy, spreading her legs as far apart as
she could, to try to retrieve that last half a carrot.  Finally, she squatted,
legs as far apart as possible, and strained as if she were trying to take a
huge shit.  With a grunt, she felt it shift, and finally it slid out of her.
Straightening up, she dropped it on the counter; he’d been just about to take
the pan away, when he noticed the last half carrot, shrugged, chopped it up and
put it in.
 
Rubbing her butt, Aisha stalked off to her room.
 
That’s gonna leave a bruise.
 
***
 
“Damn, but this is a nice meal,” Aisha said, as she ate that night.  “You’ve
done really good, bro.  Some sort of special sauce?”
 
Brian frowned.  “Not really,” he said.  “Just the usual.  A dash of
Worcestershire sauce, is all.”
 
“Ahh, the hot black stuff,” she said.  “But don’t you think it tastes extra
nice tonight?”
 
He concentrated as he ate, and could detect a certain tang, faint but there.
 “Now that you come to mention it ... yes.  Huh.  I wonder what I did
differently.”
 
“Well, I think you should do it like that every time.”  Aisha grinned.
 “Especially when Taylor and your other friends come over.”  Especially Alec.
 I want him to know what my pussy juices taste like.
 
She wanted to giggle, but that might give the game away.  And then the thought
hit her.  And Lisa’s face, when she figures it out!
 
For the life of him, Brian could not figure why Aisha fell off the chair
laughing.
 

***** Food Play *****
Brian and Aisha
 
Part Two: Aisha and Alec
 
 
A couple days later, Brian had not yet invited everyone over to eat with them.
 Aisha didn’t want to press him, in case he became suspicious, so she had to
restrain herself.  This was not easy.  Neither was it good for her; the
impatience caused tension, and the tension led to her making decisions that led
to consequences even more dramatically interesting than her normal ones.  Also,
she masturbated a lot more often.
 
She took to waiting around for when he had a shower; she was considerably
intrigued by the glimpse she had caught of her big (oh yeah, big) brother’s
masculine endowment.  Her opinion was that if he wore tighty-whiteys instead of
boxers, it would look like he was trying to smuggle a fucking boa constrictor
through Customs.  But she hadn’t actually seen his schlong in all its uncovered
glory, and she really, really wanted to see it.  And the more she failed to see
it, the more she wanted to see it.
 
Even in her own mind, she could not tell for sure why she had this obsession
with seeing how well her big brother was hung.  It wasn’t like she had any
great craving for his body after all; Regent was the way she swung.  Well, that
and sexy, sexy blonde girls with nice tits.
 
She was lying on her bed, stark naked except for the red thong (which was
around her ankles at the time), masturbating furiously to an improbable fantasy
of being eaten out by Lisa and Alec at the same time, when Brian knocked on her
bedroom door and opened it.
 
He looked vaguely around at the interior of the room, then shrugged and closed
the door.  She ignored him, shoved the vibrator more firmly into her ass, and
kept rubbing hard at her pussy with both hands.  Her orgasm was satisfying but
not spectacular.
 
Finally she climbed off her bed, and started pulling her clothes on.  Brian had
been there; I guess I’d better go see what Dad Mark Two wants with me.
 
***

She found Brian in the kitchen, cooking up a storm.
 
“Hey, big bro,” she said. “What’s doing?”
 
He paused from chopping vegetables to look around at her.  “I looked for you
earlier.  Regent called, said he and Taylor would be around for dinner.  I need
you to shower and look your best.”
 
“Yes, mom,” said Aisha, grinning and stealing some food from the counter.
 “What are you making?”
 
“Rissoles and potatoes, beans and peas,” he told her.  “Don’t try to tell me
you don’t like it, because I know you do.”
 
She grinned again. “I’m good.  I’ll go have a shower in a little while, okay?”
 
He nodded seriously. “That would be nice.  And do me a favour and clean up the
living room just a bit, all right?”
 
She made a rude noise. “As if.  Not your fucking housemaid, big bro.”
 
“Aisha ...” he said warningly, but she strolled off, showing him the finger
from behind her back.
 
***
 
The instant she was out of sight, she threw full stealth mode on, and ran back
into the kitchen. The vegetables were mostly prepared, but there sat a dozen
rissoles, doughy and uncooked, on a tray.  Oh yeah.
 
She was already wet just thinking about Alec coming over, so she took off her
pants, dropping them into a drawer.  Naked from the waist down, she grabbed the
first rissole, pushing it up against her soft wet sex, pulling her labia apart
so that it would be soaked by her fluids.  It deformed a bit, pressed in there,
so she reshaped it as best she could before grabbing the next one.
 
She found it strangely arousing, to be doing this while her brother worked on
the other side of the counter, preparing other bits of food.  He glanced at the
tray from time to time, frowning as if trying to remember something.
 
Oh yeah, she thought.  Everyone’s gonna be tasting my pussy tonight.  I just
wish Lisa could be here, just so I could see her face.
 
Finally, she finished, and retrieved her shorts from the drawer before dashing
to the shower.
 
She couldn’t have nearly as long a shower as she wanted, and the rissoles had
left little bits and pieces of themselves up inside her labia, so she had to
flush that out too. Before she was finished what she considered a proper
shower, Brian was banging on the door.
 
“Christ, Aisha,” he called out.  “They’ll be here in less than an hour.  Are
you still in there?”
 
Turning off the water, she flounced out of the shower, grabbing a towel and
wrapping it around herself.  “Don’t get your panties in a bunch, big bro,” she
told him as she opened the door.  “I’ll get out of your way, go dry off in my
room.”
 
As she turned away, the towel slipped, and one of her breasts popped out of the
covering.  She noted that Brian’s eyes tracked her errant mammary until she
turned away and tucked it back in.
 
So he likes my tits, does he? she thought with interest.  I’ll have to remember
that.
 
As soon as his back was turned, she dropped the towel and let her power envelop
her.  Even as Brian pushed the bathroom door closed behind him, she ducked
through the closing gap.  The door clicked closed behind her, but she was in.
 And he had no idea that she was there.
 
Fuckin’ sweet, she told herself with considerable satisfaction.  Finally, I get
a good long look at it.
 
***
 
Brian was beat.  It had been a long day, and cooking extra food and cleaning up
the living room – because Aisha simply couldn’t be bothered – just added that
little bit of icing on top.
 
He dumped his clothes in a pile on the floor, then leaned in to turn the shower
on.  
 
***
 
My god, thought Aisha.  It’s not as big as I thought it was.  It’s bigger.
 
There it hung, long and straight and thick; his testicles depended in a dark-
skinned sac beneath.
 
She eyed it avidly as Brian adjusted the temperature slightly.  Then a
distinctly naughy thought passed through her mind.
 
I wonder how it tastes?
 
***
 
It appeared that Aisha had actually left some hot water behind; at the very
least, the shower was just the temperature that he liked it, and so he stepped
into the shower. Flushing hot water over his face, he began to soap himself all
over.
 
As he did so, he began to feel strangely aroused.  Something was happening to
him; sensations were running through his loins.  As he stared at his cock, it
began to harden and swell and rise alarmingly quickly.
 
What the fuck? he thought.  The pleasure became so intense he nearly couldn’t
bear it.
 
***
 
Aisha slipped into the shower stall with her brother.  She stood close by him
as he washed his body, gently handling and feeling his thick cock.  It was
immense; it was hypnotic. Kneeling before him, she took it into he mouth.
 Slowly, expertly, she began to suck him.
 
The thick cock swelled with alarming speed, growing ever harder at her
slightest touch.
 
Oh ho, big bro hasn’t been getting his rocks off lately, Aisha thought with a
grin.  She sucked harder, working the shaft, cupping the balls. Already she
could taste his precum. It was delicious and musky.
 
Faster and faster she worked the shaft, harder and harder she sucked on it,
deeper and deeper into her mouth she drew it.
 
Just before he came, she pulled her head to one side, just close enough to
catch a few flying droplets on her tongue.  The rest of it blasted all over the
side of the shower stall.
 
Mmm, she thought. Big bro tastes nice. She looked at the mess on the wall, and
giggled.  Man, that would feel nice inside me.
 
***
 
Brian had been about to reach for his suddenly priapic member, to stroke it for
relief, but suddenly it exploded, blasting jet after jet of semen all over the
wall of the shower cubicle.  As suddenly as it had engorged, it began to
deflate, leaving only globs of semen running down the wall, and a very
pleasant, if puzzling, memory.
 
What was that? he asked himself.  Some sort of waking wet dream?  He didn’t
have any answers.
 
He didn’t hear the bathroom door open and close.
 
***
 
Aisha closed the door behind her, and picked up her towel.  Drying herself off,
she headed for her room, giggling occasionally at the memory of the look on her
brother’s face.  When she thought of the look he would get if he ever found out
what she had done to him, she giggled harder.
 
Maybe he’d punish me, she thought with glee.  Hold me down and use his cock to
...
 
She drifted into a pleasant reverie that ended in another episode of frantic
masturbation on her bed. The centrepiece of that little mental fantasy was
Brian’s cock, in all its erect glory, plunging into her soft clinging sex, over
and over, deeper and deeper ....
 
“Oh god,” she moaned. “Oh my motherfucking god, yes.”
 
Her legs were quite weak and shivery by the time she finished.
 
***
 
Regent and Taylor had dressed quite smartly for the visit; Regent in a button-
down shirt and tie, and Taylor in a knee-length dress.  Aisha still thought she
didn’t look quite feminine enough to wear a dress.  No wonder she prefers
jeans, she thought.
 
Brian had gone with a dark polo shirt and slacks, while Aisha had decided to
revisit her old favourite of strapless top and ripped denim shorts.  Brian was
more than a little angry, but she honestly didn’t give a shit.
 
Alec greeted Brian warmly, and Aisha a little more warmly.  She met his eye,
and grinned secretly.  He grinned back.
 
Taylor was polite to Aisha, but greeted Brian with a hug, which he seemed to
not really expect.
 
Hey, thought Aisha, that’s my big bro you’re manhandling.
 
***

The rissoles were cooking; Brian had to stay in the kitchen to keep an eye on
them, and Taylor elected to keep him company.  They sat at the kitchen table
and chatted; Aisha found it mind-numbingly boring.
 
For fuck’s sake, she wanted to say.  At least kiss or something.  Make out.
Suck his cock.  Fuck her over the table.  Do anything except just sit there
and talk.
 
And then Alec caught her eye, and tilted his head sideways, toward the living
room.  She rose and followed immediately.
 
***
 
He sprawled on the sofa languidly, taking up most of it.  She sat next to him,
intensely aware of his gaze, somewhat aroused by it.
 
“So,” she said.  “You control people with your mind, right? How does that work?
 Can you control me, right now?”
 
“Only in little ways,” he admitted.  “I might be able to make you trip while
walking, or drop a gun you were holding. And if you had your power on, I
wouldn’t be able to affect you at all.”
 
She leaned closer. “What if I didn’t resist?” she asked softly.
 
His eyebrows rose. “Why would you not resist?” he asked, in a rather intrigued
tone of voice.
 
She smiled.  “I might find it ... exciting.  Kinky.  To be made to do something
against my will.”  She looked directly at him and licked her lips.  “I think I
want to find out what it feels like.”
 
He smiled lazily. “Then give me your hand.”
 
She reached out her hand, and he took it.  He didn’t do anything strange, just
held it.  She thought she might have felt a tickle or two, but that might have
been her own mind playing tricks on her.
 
Eventually, he let her hand go.  “Done,” he said.
 
She blinked.  “Was that it?  Did it work?” she asked.
 
And then she found herself standing up, moving in front of Alec, peeling the
top off in front of him. Her hands cupped her breasts, and she crawled forward
to straddle his lap, letting him lick and suckle her nipples while she ground
her pussy down on his groin.
 
Holy fuck, she thought.  He’s doing all this. I’m just the passenger.  This is
fucking awesome.
 
Sliding back off his lap, she stepped out of the shorts as well, leaving her
clad in the skimpy red thong.
 
She looked down at it, hooked a finger through it, pulled it away from herself,
let it snap back.
 
“Oh, nice,” she heard her own voice purr.
 
She felt her hand push the thong aside and fingers enter her slit, which was
wet and rapidly getting wetter.  They rubbed back and forth expertly, making
her body gasp with pleasure and go weak in the knees.
 
Fuck, she thought, he can make my pussy sing harder than I can.
 
She went to her knees before him, unzipped him, lifted his rapidly-swelling
erection from his pants. Bending forward, she sucked on him, tasting his
precum, swirling her tongue around his cock.
 
Not as big as Brian’s, she noted, but still nice.
 
Lifting her mouth from him, she climbed up on to his lap, slid the thong aside,
and lowered herself on to him.  Her body gasped again as he penetrated her
deeply, and she began a rocking motion, feeling his cock moving in and out of
her in a thoroughly amazing sensation.
 
Now he grasped her hips as she pumped up and down on him faster and faster, her
breath coming in gasps as she felt her orgasm approaching.  
 
She bucked her hips on to him harder and harder, and then climaxed explosively,
biting her lip to avoid screaming.  He jerked his hips and came inside her,
blasting hot semen deep into her womb.
 
She settled down on his lab, his cock still up inside her.
 
“Oh fuck, that was awesome,” she said, and she realised that it was her saying
it, not Alec saying it through her.
 
She stared at him. “I thought you were controlling me?” she said.
 
He nodded.  “I was, until about a minute ago.  Gave you back the reins and you
came home like a trouper.”
 
She shook her head. “I didn’t even notice.”
 
He grinned.  “So yeah, it works.”
 
She kissed him, hard. “Fuck yes, it does.”
 
He grinned and raised an eyebrow.  “So, wanna do this again sometime?”
 
She ground her pubis down on his, shifting his cock inside her.  “Fuck.  Yes.”
 
And then she heard Brian’s voice from the kitchen.  “Aisha! Alec!  Come and get
it!”
 
Warned by instinct, she went to stealth mode just before he poked his head
around the door.
 
She wasn’t quite sure what he saw, except that he did not see his sister
sitting naked on Alec’s lap with his cock in her pussy.
 
“Where’s Aisha?” he asked.
 
“Oh, I think she went to the bathroom,” said Alec.
 
Brian nodded. “Okay.  We may as well start the meal then.  She can get hers
when she gets back.”
 
He turned away, and Aisha climbed off of Alec’s lap, moving her thong back into
place.  She picked up the discarded clothing and re-donned it, grinning at Alec
as he put himself away and zipped up.
 
“Oh, one other thing,” she said quietly.  “The rissoles have a ... special
sauce.”
 
He raised an eyebrow. “Really?” he asked.
 
She grinned and rubbed her pussy.  “Really.”
 
Both his eyebrows went up this time.
 
***
 
The meal went well, but Brian and Taylor could not understand why Alec kept
praising the rissoles, and why Aisha kept giggling like an idiot. 
***** Brian and Taylor *****
Brian and Aisha
 
Part Three: Brian and Taylor
 
 
After dinner, all four of them retired to the lounge, where they sat chatting
about inconsequential subjects, while Brian poured wine.
 
Roughly three minutes and fifteen seconds into this, Aisha got up.  “I,” she
declared, “am fucking bored.  So I’m going to my room.”
 
Brian looked pained. “That’s no way to treat our guests,” he said.
 
Alec shrugged. “Doesn’t bother me.”
 
Taylor looked at Aisha. “If you want to go, go,” she said politely.  “Good
night.”
 
Aisha rolled her eyes. “Like I need your permission,” she said.  “Laterz,
homeys.”  She turned and left the room. Moments later, they heard her door bang
shut.
 
Brian looked around at the other two.  “I’m really sorry,” he said helplessly.
 “I don’t know what’s been getting into her.  She’s been really acting out
lately.”
 
Alec saluted Brian with his glass.  “Well, you’re doing a good job as far as I
can tell,” he said.  He snorted.  “In other words, you’re doing the exact
opposite of what my father would have done.”
 
Brian shook his head. “I think maybe she just needs some alone time.”
 
***
 
Aisha sauntered back into the room, wearing just her thong.  Her first port of
call was Alec; she climbed on to his lap, ground her pussy into his crotch, and
gave him a loud, smacking kiss.
 
***
 
Alec leaned back a little in his chair, smiling slightly.
 
***
 
Then Aisha strolled over to where Brian and Taylor were sitting on the same
sofa.
 
Let’s see if I can’t do something about all this sexual frustration, she
thought.  Big bro’s got all that frustration built up, and Taylor isn’t getting
laid either, as far as I know.
 
She leaned over the back of the sofa and slid her hand down into Taylor’s
dress.  Her bra was a little large for her, so Aisha was able to slide her hand
into the bra cup itself and begin to rub and caress her nipples.  She did this
with both hands, and nibbled her neck at the same time.
 
***
 
Taylor fidgeted.  She was starting to feel quite restless, and the masculine
proximity of Brian didn’t help much.  She crossed her legs, then uncrossed them
again.
 
Is it warm in here, or is it just me? she asked herself.
 
And then she looked at Brian, and she felt a tingle that started right between
her thighs and spread through her body.
 
Oh, my, she thought.  What was that?
 
***
 
Aisha grinned and rubbed Taylor’s clit again, reaching up under her skirt and
pulling her panties down just a little to do so.
 
Then she started sliding fingers in and out of Taylor's pussy, which was
beginning to moisten.
 
***
 
Taylor was breathing quite heavily by now, her gaze fixed on Brian.  Wow, she
thought looking at the wine in her glass.  This stuff hits me really hard.  She
licked her lips.  Makes me horny as fuck.
 
***
 
Taylor seemed to be in the mood now, so Aisha went to where Brian was sitting
on the sofa.  Unzipping his pants, she slid his cock out, hiding it with her
body, and then started sucking on it gently.
 
***
 
Brian’s back arched. He was suddenly and thoroughly aroused, and Taylor was
giving him a soft smile and come-hither looks.
 
She really is quite pretty, he thought.
 
He felt another flood of arousal, and looked down to see that his cock was
firmly outlined against his pants.
 
God, I want her, he thought.
 
***
 
Aisha put his cock back in and zipped it away, before going back to Taylor.
 Getting down on the floor, she reached up into her skirt and removed her
panties, tucking them in her handbag.  Then she pulled Taylor's skirt over her
own head and started licking her pussy.
 
***
 
Taylor suddenly found herself extremely aroused and looking at Brian, who
seemed to feel the same way, and was looking at her.
 
God, I want him, she thought.
 
***
 
Aisha pulled Taylor’s skirt down as Taylor rose and walked toward Brian.  
 
***
 
Brian rose as well, and they turned to Alec.
 
“We’ll see you later,” said Brian, his hand firmly grasping Taylor’s ass and
making her giggle.
 
Alec nodded and grinned. “I’ll lock up when I go,” he agreed.
 
He watched them leave the room in desperate nonchalant haste.  
 
Alec looked around. “That was impressive,” he said cheerfully to the empty air.
 
There was no answer.
 
***
 
In Brian’s bedroom, Brian was disrobing, looking at Taylor.
 
As she lifted the dress over her head, he saw that she was wearing no panties.
 And then she seemed to get the dress stuck over her head.
 
***
 
Aisha grabbed the dress and twisted it around so that Taylor would not be able
to pull it up or down. Then she shoved her forward so that she bent over the
edge of the bed.   Stepping over to Brian, she leaned down and sucked his cock
into her mouth as far as it would go.
 
***
 
Watching Taylor’s ass sticking out like that, Brian felt a huge rush of arousal
and lust.  He stepped forward, took hold of her hips, and started sliding his
large cock between her wet pussy lips.
 
Tangled in her dress, Taylor suddenly realised that Brian was putting it
in now.  His cock felt like a baseball bat.  She struggled and moaned, but
Brian kept sliding into her, deeper and deeper, until finally his crotch met
her ass..
 
“Oh god,” she said. “Oh god.”  I’m really having sex with Brian. I didn’t
expect this, didn’t bring protection ... do I even want to do this?

He moved inside her, and she shuddered all over from the sheer pleasure that
generated.  Stupid fucking question.  Who cares?
 
She finally managed to get that damn dress off her, and looked over her
shoulder at Brian.  “Can I be on my back?” she asked, a little plaintively.  “I
want to see your face.”
 
***
 
Aisha appeared, wearing nothing but the thong, astride Alec’s lap.
 
“Well, Brian is fucking Taylor,” she said cheerfully.
 
“Huh,” said Alec. “And I thought it would never happen.”
 
Aisha ground her crotch into his.  “Wanna make me do stuff again?”
 
He grinned and kissed her, caressing and fondling her breasts.
 
She found herself reaching under and unzipping him, then pulling him out, and
pushing her thong aside. Raising herself up, she slid down on to him, sighing
as he filled her pussy up once more.
 
Slowly, she started pumping her hips up and down, then faster and faster until
...
 
She stopped.  Oh god no, don’t stop, she moaned internally.  But she slowly got
off of him, his cock sliding out of her wet pussy.  Then she got down on the
ground on all fours, with her butt in the air.  Alec knelt behind her, and
grasped her hips; she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her tight anal
channel.
 
She wanted to protest, but had no voice for it.  His cock invaded her ass, and
she found herself arching her back at the pleasure this afforded her.  He slid
deep inside her, and then started to pump his cock between her ass cheeks, over
and over, deeper and deeper.
 
She had never been so anally ravaged before, and she was pleasantly surprised;
very much so.
 
He allowed her to play with her pussy while he fucked her ass to a mind-blowing
series of orgasms, her eyes crossing from the intensity of the final climax.
 
***
 
Taylor settled down on to the bed under Brian, her thighs open and willing; he
climbed on top of her, and slowly slid his cock inside her once more.  She
wanted him so badly, so desperately, and he knew it.  He had no idea why he’d
suddenly felt this burst of arousal toward her, but she had responded, and now
... there was no going back.
 
She cried out under him as she climaxed for the first time, and her arms
tightened around him.  Her vagina felt so tight, so hot, so slippery that he
was having trouble holding off on his own orgasm.  He kissed her; she kissed
him back, avidly.  His cock slid deep inside her, over and over again. She
arched her back and came again, more strongly this time, her tight wet pussy
clenching around his thrusting cock.
 
He felt his own climax arriving fast and he picked up the pace, thrusting into
her, deeper and harder, over and over, causing her to open her eyes wide and
dig her nails into his back; she was just embarking on another orgasm when he
arched his back, thrust hard into her, and started cumming deep inside her hot
tight pussy.
 
The one turned into several, and she cried out mindlessly as her thoughts were
blasted to nothingness; he drove his cock into her a few more times as he
finished ejaculating, then slowly settled on top of her.
 
Her last orgasm ripped a whimpering cry from her, and she subsided.  After a
while, she whispered, “Uh, Brian?  You’re heavy.”
 
He rolled to one side, pulling out of her as he did so, and settled down beside
her.
 
“Fuck,” he said softly. “How did that happen?”
 
She snuggled lovingly into his chest.  “Repeatedly and very enjoyably, I would
say,” she murmured with a sleepy giggle.
 
“No,” he replied.  “I meant ...”  I’m not even really attracted to Taylor all
that much.  I have no idea why I started coming on to her so hard.  Or why she
responded; as shy as she is, I would not have expected that ...

Alec was there. Could he have been controlling us for his own amusement?
 
After a moment, he shook his head.  No.  He doesn’t have that level of fine
control over either of us. And we would have noticed.
 
And then the realisation seeped through him.
 
Fucking Aisha.

She could ...  oh fuck.  He looked down at the more than half-asleep Taylor,
the smile on her face.
 
Fuck, fuck, fuck, he raged internally.  Aisha just forced Taylor to have sex
with me.  And neither of us realised it.

Fuck, I just raped her.  And she has no idea.
 
He came to a cold conclusion.  And I’m never going to tell her.  As far as
she’s concerned, this can be am unexpected one-off that never happens again.  I
owe her that much.  Her first time should be a nice experience.  I don’t need
to poison it like that for her.

But Aisha ...

Aisha and I are going to have words.
***** Brian and Aisha *****
Brian and Aisha
 
Part Four: Brian and Aisha
 
 
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” stormed Brian, slamming open the
door to Aisha’s room and stamping on in.
 
He paused as he realised that she was reclining back on her bed, wearing
nothing but a see-through pair of lacy knickers, with a tablet perched on her
knees.
 
“What the fuck, bro?” she demanded, but she didn’t cover up.  In fact, from his
point of view, he was looking right up between her legs, and he watched her
thighs open a little, giving him a much better view of where her dark labia
pressed against the translucent cloth of her panties.
 
“I said, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he snapped.  “And put
something on!”
 
“Why the fuck should I?” she demanded, sitting up more, which gave him a better
view of her gorgeous breasts – bigger than Taylor’s, he noted absently – and
letting her legs fall even wider open.  The cloth on her panties was now quite
strongly stretched over tempting flesh beneath.  “It’s my fucking room,  You’re
the one who just fucking walked in.  You don’t like it, you leave.”
 
He stood there for a moment.  “Fuck!” he raged.  He walked right up to the edge
of the bed and pointed down at her.  “You fucking coerced Taylor into having
sex with me!”
 
“Fuck off I did,” she retorted.  “You’re the one who dragged her off to bed.
 Shoved your cock in her when she was bent over, trying to get her dress off.”
 
He frowned.  “How did you –“  Then he realised.  “You were there!  You pushed
her over!”
 
Aisha grinned.  “Not saying I did, not saying I didn’t.  But tell me this.  Did
she enjoy it?”
 
He clenched his lips together.
 
“Yes,” he admitted, almost painfully.
 
“And did you get your rocks off, big bro?”  She had a distinctly wicked look in
her eye.
 
This time he clenched his teeth.  “Yes,” he admitted grudgingly.
 
“You or her have any regrets?”
 
He recalled the goodbye, Taylor holding him close, kissing him gently.  The
offer to do it again, any time, was plain.
 
Do I regret it? he wondered.  Would I do it again if she offered?
 
I don’t feel that needy, but hey, if she’s offering a no-strings fuck, sure.

She certainly enjoyed it.
 
He shook his head, reluctantly.  “No,” he ground out.  “No regrets.”
 
“Well then,” she said airily, “what’s the fucking problem?”
 
“The problem is that you made us –“
 
‘- do something that you enjoyed immensely and you’ll probably do again,” she
interrupted.  She sat up, he breasts jiggling slightly.  “I facilitiated you,
big bro.  I opened the way.  I made it possible for two people who aren’t
getting laid to get laid, big time.”  She grinned.  “You should be thanking me,
not yelling at me.”
 
“But it’s still wrong,” he insisted.  “That sort of thing ...”
 
“- is nothing compared to what you or Skitter or Lisa or Regent or Bitch do to
the poor bastards who cross you, every day you go out there,” she pointed out.
 “What I did?  It made Taylor happier.  It made her smile.  Now tell me again
how that’s a bad thing.”  She put down the tablet and reached for a jar of
moisturiser on the nightstand.  Opening it, she dug out some and started
massaging it into her breasts.
 
He stared.  “What the fuck are you doing now?” he demanded.
 
“Moisturising my tits, duh,” she said.  “Keeps the skin nice and supple.  I
start this early, by the time I’m forty, I’ll still have the tits of a twenty
year old.”
 
He was having a very hard time keeping his eyes off how her hands were
squeezing and caressing her breasts, and how her nipples were now very hard,
very swollen.
 
She grinned.  “You wanna do ‘em for me?” she asked.  
 
His brain overloaded, for just a moment.
 
His libido was intensely aware that the incredibly sexy girl on the bed in
front of him, naked except for a pair of panties that made her look
even more naked, was rubbing her hands all over her breasts, and asking if he
wanted to do the same thing.
 
The fact that this was his sister was dismissed as an irrelevant matter by his
libido.  In fact, it wanted to know if she wanted moisturiser rubbed anywhere
else, such as inside that amazingly sexy little pussy slit.
 
“N-no,” he muttered, backing toward the door.  He was highly aware that he was
becoming erect, just watching his sister playing with her breasts.  “Just next
time – don’t play any tricks on Taylor.  Let her decide if she wants to have
sex with me.”
 
“Sure thing, bro,” she agreed, taking another fingerfull of the moisturiser and
lifting the waistband of her panties.  “I won’t fuck with Taylor.”  As she slid
her hand inside, he retreated rapidly, slamming the door shut behind him.
 
She giggled as she massaged the moisturiser into her soft, tender tissues.
 
Mmm, she thought, this feels so good.

She recalled licking Taylor’s pussy.  She’s no blonde, but she tasted nice.
 Wonder if she’d be interested in a little me-on-her loving time?
 
As she felt the pleasure building, she giggled at the look on his face just
before he had fled her room.
 
Game, set and match to yours truly, she grinned.
 
***
 
She opened his bedroom door and walked in.  For a change, she was wearing the
same see-through panties she’d had on when he stamped into her room.  Her
breasts shone with the moisturiser she’d applied, as did her thighs.  Her
distended labia now pressed quite hard against the flimsy cloth, and juices
oozed through to coat the fabric and render it virtually transparent.
 
She was so turned on by what she was about to do.
 
Climbing up on the bed, she pushed back the covers until his body was uncovered
in all its muscular glory.  She still really liked Regent’s bod, but until he
actually took off his clothes to fuck her, she would only have this to work
with.
 
And she had to admit, he had an impressive physique.  She ran her hands over
his body, feeling the biceps, grabbing his thigh muscles.  All the stronger to
shove your cock into Taylor’s pussy, she thought with a grin.  Among other
things.
 
He slept on his back; the boxers he slept in were a little low, his pubic hair
showing over the waistband.  She grabbed them and pulled them off, a little at
a time, until he was entirely naked, and still sound asleep.
 
And now for the main event.
 
I love you, bro, and I know it’s wrong, but I have got to get this cock up
inside me.  She mentally shrugged.  And fuck, I don’t care about right or
wrong.  I care about getting a good hard fuck.
 
Straddling his legs, she bent her head and started licking and sucking on his
flaccid penis.  He took a little while to respond, but respond he did.  His
thick cock began to swell under her ministrations, until it became quite hard,
standing up and throbbing against her hand.
 
He shifted under her, no doubt engaged in a lurid dream,  but did not wake.
 
She grinned.  Moving forward, she slipped out of the panties, raised herself up
over his monumental erection, and started sliding his cock up and down between
her slickly-juiced labia.  A moan arose from her lips; good god, that feels
fucking awesome.
 
And then, slowly, surely, she began to press down on the head of his cock.  Her
labia parted and spread; he slid a little way into her.  Good fucking god, she
wondered, is this thing even legal?
 
Under her, he moaned again, hips making vague thrusting motions.  His cock slid
three inches into her, and she nearly came from the sheer blast of pleasure.
 And then he thrust again, into her hot tight slick wetness, and he slid all
the way home; breathless, unable to move, she sat atop his cock, her shaven
pussy scratched by his rough pubic hair.
 
Fuck, she thought.   Fuck. This is fucking insane.  Fireworks and pinwheels of
pleasure danced past her eyes.
 
This isn’t a cock, it’s a fucking weapon of pussy devastation.
 
And then he moved; still not awake, he grasped her hips and rolled over with
her.  Before she knew it, she was pinned to the bed, his weight upon her, his
cock buried in her pussy.
 
Fuck – she thought, just before he started to.
 
***
 
He wasn’t gentle about it, but nor did she particularly want him to be.  Her
legs were spread wide as he slid his cock in and out of her tight wet slippery
pussy, driving deep into her, over and over and over again.  She grunted at his
insistent thrusts, meeting them, riding them, taking them.  The pleasure in her
body mounted in leaps and bounds; she felt her eyesight waver.
 
And then his eyes opened.  “What the fuck?” he demanded, even as his hips
continued to pump smoothly into her tight young psssy.
 
“Oh god, Brian,” demanded Aisha.  “Fuck me.  Just fuck my pussy.  Ask fucking
questions later.”
 
It would have taken someone of much greater willpower than Brian Laborn to stop
at that very moment, and he didn’t even try.  Instead, he upped the tempo,
driving cries of pleasure and delight from Aisha as her pleasure mounted and
then burst into her head.
 
He fucked her hard and fast, his cock sliding in and out of her slippery
wetness over and over again, driving her to one spectacular orgasm after
another, until he finally hunched his back, drove his cock to the hilt inside
her, and blasted her womb with jet after jet of hot incestuous seed.
 
***
 
Slowly he subsided, his cock slowly deflating and slipping out of Aisha, its
length giving her a long and drawn-out pleasurable sensation as it did so.
 
He rolled off her, and lay beside her.  She propped herself up on one elbow.
 
“Well, big bro, how does sister snatch go for you?”
 
“Aisha –“ he said.  “That was wrong.  On so many levels.”
 
She grinned impudently.  “And yet, you kept fucking me, and you came inside me.
 Lots and lots, by the feel of it.”
 
He shook his head despairingly.  “Fuck, I couldn’t help it,” he groaned.  “It
was so good.”
 
She took his hand and placed it on her soft, wet, just-fucked sex.  It was
still buzzing with sensation, and the touch nearly set her off again.  “And it
can be again,” she breathed.  “Any time you want me.”
 
It was mean of her, she knew.  He had just finished cumming inside her; the
pleasurable feelings were no doubt still rampaging through his body.  Right
now, he was as vulnerable as he was going to get.  Basically, he had no fucking
chance of resisting.  So who wants to give him a fair chance? she thought.  I
want that fucking cock inside me again.
 
Involuntarily, he slipped a finger into her; she groaned and arched her back,
spreading her thighs to give him better access.  Slowly he worked his finger in
and out of her, as she moaned and rubbed her tits.  She saw, in the dim light,
his cock begin to stir again, and she reached out and began to pump it slowly,
back and forth.  It came to full hardness, amazingly quickly.
 
As in a dream, he pushed her on to her back.  Getting between her open, willing
thighs, he poised his cock at her pussy lips, and then slowly pushed into her.
 As he began to thrust into her once more, she arched her back and moaned.
 
“Oh yeah, big bro,” she told him.  “That’s the way.”
 

***** Shower Time *****
Brian and Aisha

Part Five: Shower Time



Brian slowly let wakefulness seep back into his mind.  He was tired; why was he
tired? He had gone to bed after the get-together last night … wait, was that
right?  Had he really had sex with Taylor?  The memory did seem particularly
vivid.  Lying naked in bed, he found himself begin to harden at the
recollection.
 
And then he opened his eyes, and there was Aisha, right next to him.  Also
naked. And he recalled what he had woken up to, in the middle of the night.
 Fuck.
 
Aisha was fucking me, and I didn’t stop her. I just … fucked her.  A lot.
 
His memory, as if trying to make up for its earlier shortfall, supplied full
sound and colour for what he’d done with Aisha. He’d fucked her.  After
realising what he was doing, he had still climbed on top of her, put his cock
into her, and fucked her until they both had screaming orgasms.
 
And that hadn’t been the last time either. Twice more, if his memory served.
Once with her on top, once with him taking her from behind, doggy-style.
 
Fuck.  He wanted to groan out loud, but Aisha’s exremely desirable, extremely
naked body was curled up next to him – those really are some very nice tits
she’s got – and he didn’t want to wake her.
 
All I wanted was to make her safe, give her a place to be where she didn’t have
to be worried about being molested by whatever creep Mom brings home.
 
***
 
He recalled that day very clearly.  Getting the text from her: Please come.
 Help me.  Getting to the house.  Finding out what had happened – or nearly
happened – between this latest dirtbag, and Aisha, a scared girl a third of his
age.
 
Brian was only eighteen, maybe half this jerk’s age, but he had been trained by
his father to fight, and he knew how.  And so he beat the ever-loving shit out
of the guy.  And even then he had to search the apartment three times before he
found her, cowering in a cupboard that he was sure he’d looked in before.
 
“Come on,” he’d said.  “You’re safe now.”
 
***
 
And I want it to be true.  I don’t want her getting hurt.  And I really should
not be having sex with my younger sister.

But, his brain reminded him, she had instigated the whole thing.  She had
manipulated him and Taylor into having sex – rather enjoyable sex, if he
recalled right – and then after he was asleep, she had sneaked into his bedroom
and climbed on board herself.
 
What am I going to do with her?
 
The question went unanswered, as Aisha stirred and looked up at him.  “Oh, good
morning, sexy, sexy big brother.”  She stretched, and rubbed her breasts
against his chest.  “Did you sleep well?”
 
Brian forced a smile.  “Yeah,” he said. I have to talk to her.  “Listen, about
last night –“
 
But she was gone, disappeared under the sheets. And before he could figure out
where, a small hand grabbed his half-hard cock, and then her mouth clamped on
to it.
 
Oh god oh god oh god that feels so fucking good oh god.
 
She sucked busily at him until he was straining not to come, his shaft a rock-
hard obelisk jutting from his hips.
 
And then, just as he thought she was going to give him the final relief, she
took her mouth away from him, and scrambled out of bed.
 
“Well, gonna take a shower now!  You can finish that on your own, can’t you?”
 
With a giggle and a backward flirtatious glance that set his blood on fire, she
scampered out of the room.  He sighed and tried to masturbate, but the image of
her bobbing breasts, her tight little ass cheeks, and the fact that she would
be waiting in the shower, hot water running over her naked body, willing to let
him do whatever her wanted with her …
 
Christ almighty.  An overprotective big brother stands no chance at all,
doesn’t he?
 
With a sigh, he slid out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
 
***
 
She was in the shower, water running, by the time the bathroom door opened.
 Fuck me, he took thirty seconds longer than I expected.  That’s some serious
self-control there, big bro.
 
As he moved toward the shower cubicle, erection leading the way, she
deliberately dropped the soap.  “Oh, whoops!” she said, and bent all the way
over to pick it up. At the same time, she parted her thighs and thrust her butt
backward.  She knew full well her tight little pussy would be on full display
for Brian when he stepped into the shower cubicle.
 
Oh yeah, big bro, put that cock of yours where it belongs.  In my snatch.
 
But he didn’t.  Grasping her arm, he stood up and turned her around.  And then
he kissed her.
 
She was not a bad kisser, although she had some practice.  Brian had had a lot
more practice than her, and it showed.  By the time their lips parted, she was
clinging to him, knees weak and pussy on fire.
 
Holy fuck, that was a fucking kiss lke no other.
 
Before she could recover, he lifted her bodily by the waist, until her tight
young sweet pussy was poised over his upright erection.  Sliding his cock into
her, he pushed her up against the wall and let her slide down until his cock
was solidly embedded inside her.  She gasped and moaned, feeling that she had
been filled up a little past her capacity.
 
Christ, big bro, where did you get this cock from?  Big & Tall R Us?
 
Holding on to her waist, he began fucking her up against the shower wall, her
feet a good six inches off the floor – somewhat more, once she wrapped her legs
around his waist.
 
***
 
Brian groaned.  Aisha’s pussy seemed even tighter, hotter and slipperier than
it had, last night.  He felt like his cock was in a vice, one that was
gradually tightening on him in a most exquisitely pleasurable manner.  He kept
thrusting into her, shoving her back against the wall, sliding his cock hard up
inside her, over and over again.  
 
***
 
Aisha couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t even speak coherently.  Her
breasts bounced, her hard nipples pressed against her brother’s chest, and she
moaned with every thrust.   Her nails dug into his back as his cock punished
her tight young pussy.
 
And then he let go of her waist.
 
And she found out exactly long and thick his cock really was.
 
Her eyes opened wide and she let out a muffled scream as his cock went all the
way home, up inside her tight, wet, hot slippery pussy.  She felt like she was
being split apart.   Fuck me, it’s nudging my fucking tonsils.
 
Then he grabbed her ass, and kept fucking her. Three strokes later, she came,
hard, squeezing his cock with every muscle back of her labia.  The orgasm was
exceptional, and she screamed loud enough to deafen him, her tight pussy
muscles clamping around his thrusting cock.
 
***
 
His own orgasm was not far away; he could feel it. He had to fuck her deeper,
harder … she cried out as he drove into her tight wet snatch as hard as he
could, brutalising her labia, stretching them beyond endurance.  She screamed
and came again, her head lolling back, her eyes rolling up in her head.  The
sheer pleasure blasting through her was too much for her, and she passed out,
still impaled hard on his cock.
 
And then he finally came, falling back against the far wall of the shower, as
his cock erupted inside Aisha, jerking and spurting jet after jet of his hot
seed directly into her young womb.  He fell to his knees, pulling Aisha on to
his cock over and over again, thrusting until he stopped coming.
 
By the time he got his breath, Aisha was beginning to stir.  His cock deflated
gradually and slid out of her; he caught her before she fell, and guided her to
the floor.
 
Sitting in the shower, water falling on her head, she looked around and
blinked.
 
“The fuck just happened?” she said.
 
Brian grinned.  “You just came so hard that you passed out,” he explained.
 “I’ve seen it happen.  Not often, but I have seen it happen.”
 
“Fuck me,” she replied.  “I know I came hard, but that’s fucking insane.”  She
looked with respect at him and his cock.  “I’m gonna have to stop taking you
for granted, big bro,” she said.  
 
He raised an eyebrow.  “Does that mean you’re going to help with the
housework?”
 
She snorted.  “Not fucking likely.”
 
“Really?” he said.  “What if I told you I’d stop fucking you till you got your
chores done?”
 
“Never fucking happen,” she boasted.  “You like sister snatch too much.”  To
illustrate, she spread the reddened lips of her tight young pussy, in a totally
lewd manner.  White gobs of cum oozed out.
 
He had to admit, this was true.  He did like fucking her, far more than he
liked to admit even to himself.
 
“Okay, fine,” he said.  “For each chore you do – and do properly – next week,
you get a sexual favour.  I eat your pussy, I give you a fuck wherever you
want, within reason, I give you a foot massage and then fuck you.  Stuff like
that.”
 
“Can one of my favours be that you invite Alec over?” she asked.  “Because I
want to try a threesome with you guys.”
 
“Wait, what?’ said Brian.  “Since when have you been fucking Alec?”
 
“Since last night,” said Aisha with a grin.  
 
Brian ran his hand through his wet hair. “Jesus christ,” he muttered. “What
does he think about it?”
 
“Oh,” said Aisha, “he doesn’t know about it yet,” She grinned.  “I’m thinking
he’ll be horny enough not to care.  Though he might like guys too.”  Her grin
widened.  
 
Brian gave her a hard stare.  “Not helping,” he said firmly.
 
“Okay,” she said.  “Maybe not a threesome with Alec – but maybe one with
Taylor.”  She grinned at him.  “I guarantee you, big bro, she would say yes if
you called her up and asked for a fuck.”
 
Brian sighed.  “Yeah, I guess,” he said with a grin.  “But you gotta earn these
favours first.  So, up you get, little sis.”
 
“Maybe just one more fuck?” asked Aisha.  She eyed his limp cock hopefully.
 
“No,” he said firmly.  “But if you decided to dress like a slut – that is, more
or less your normal clothing – I would probably be inclined to bend you over
the sofa or drag you off to my room, any time I felt like shoving my cock into
you.”
 
Aisha grinned.  She had lots of clothes like that.
 
He sighed.  Well, at least she’s fucking someone I trust.



 
***** The Seduction of Taylor *****
Brian and Aisha
 
Part Six: The Seduction of Taylor
 
Brian was in the process of cleaning the kitchen after breakfast when Aisha
walked past the doorway into the living room with the vacuum cleaner.  She was
also wearing a t-shirt and loose sweat pants.
 
Huh, he thought.  That's not as slutty as what she normally wears.  What's she
up to?

His suspicions were confirmed when she passed by again; she had shed the sweat
pants to reveal her favourite tattered denim shorts over torn leggings.  When
she bent over to free something from the nozzle, he swore he could see
individual muscles outlined by the tautness of the leggings around her ass.  In
fact, he was almost certain he could see the outline of her pussy lips against
the tightly stretched cloth.
 
He felt his cock start to harden, but he told himself that she was only
teasing, and he really should get the kitchen clean.
 
***
 
Aisha grinned.  She knew he was looking. She wiggled her butt and spread her
thighs invitingly as she fiddled at the nozzle, then finally straightened up
and continued to vacuum.  
 
***
 
The next time Aisha passed by, she was cobwebbing.  She bent over to sweep the
cobwebber over something, and Brian clearly saw the open neck of her shirt gape
wide, her bare breasts swaying enticingly within.  This time when his cock got
hard, it stayed hard.
 
***
 
Brian thought that his sister had abandoned all pretence of modesty when he saw
her next; as far as he could tell, she was naked from the waist down.  And then
she turned and bent over and her firm young buttocks spread invitingly, and he
saw that she was sporting possibly the skimpiest red thong that he'd ever had
the privilege of seeing almost covering a woman's assets.
 
As she mopped the floor, she seemed to need to do a lot of bending over and
flexing her taut ass-cheeks.  And then she left his field of view, and he
breathed a sigh of relief.
 
It was short-lived, however, as she returned shortly to dust the sofa and fluff
out the pillows, wearing just the thong and nothing else.  Brian stood it for a
short while, but when she started playing with herself, he had had enough.
 
***
 
Aisha didn't look toward the kitchen, but she knew her big brother was there,
watching her body move.  She lifted one pillow, plumped it, then bent far over
to replace it.  Reaching back between her thighs, she ran her fingers teasingly
under the narrow strip of cloth ostentatiously intended to cover her pussy,
parting her slick, swollen labia with her index and middle fingers. Rubbing
herself with increasing urgency, she slid the two fingers knuckle-deep into
herself.
 
Moaning softly and tweaking her nipples with her other hand, she worked her
fingers in and out of her tight wet pussy a couple of times, spreading them
lewdly to expose the interior of her pulsating vaginal canal to her big
brother's gaze. Then she pulled them out, and slid them just a little way
farther up between her invitingly spread buttocks until she reached the tight
brown pucker of her asshole, freshly and comprehensively lubricated for the
occasion.
 
Brian watched her slide the two fingers into her asshole, the tight anal
sphincter opening and stretching to allow her entry to her own rear passage. 
His penis was thoroughly erect by now as he watched his sister's shamelessly
erotic sex play; he undid his jeans as he moved up behind her.
 
She felt his hands grasp the thong and wrench it down out of the way.  Then he
took hold of her hips.  She pulled her hand out of his way and braced herself
as he pushed his thick cock between her labia.  She felt her soft, slippery
pussy expand to accept him as he drove hard into her.
 
He was so big inside her, so string, so forceful.  She cried out as he ravished
her, pushing his penis deep into her slippery wetness, over and over again. 
But she wanted something more, something different.
 
"Brian!" she gasped.  "My ass!  Fuck me in the ass!"
 
He slid into her twice more, driving deep, making her cry out with
unadulterated pleasure as he stretched her tight pussy, then he pulled all the
way out of her. Setting his blunt thick cock head at the entrance to her
tightest hole, he pushed inwards.  She cried out as her smooth rounded buttocks
were pushed apart, as her tight little orifice was stretched wider and wider,
as he forced his way inside her.
 
Aisha gasped with pain and arousal; the two sensations were inseparable as her
big brother forcibly penetrated her tight asshole.  His cock was bigger than
Alec's, as she had previously noted, but the difference was only now truly
brought home to her as she felt her anus being forced to stretch wider and
wider to accommodate his intruding member. The liberal amount of lube she had
previously applied was the only thing allowing him to plunder her ass in this
fashion without causing her excruciating pain.
 
There was pain, as he pulled at her hips and rammed his cock ever deeper
between her yielding buttocks, but it was a good kind of pain, the type that
turned her on, the type that made her push her ass back to meet his insistent
thrusting, the type that made her -
 
She came, squeezing her rectal muscles tight around his invading penis,
convulsing under him on the sofa, screaming his name.  Abruptly, all of the
muscles gripping him relaxed, and he slid the rest of the way into her without
opposition.
 
She panted, face pressed up against the back cushions of the sofa, her buttocks
spread farther apart, her tender asshole opened wider, than they had ever been
before.  She could feel his length within her, stretching her delicate internal
tissues, and she moaned softly.
 
Brian looked down at where his not inconsiderable length was buried to the hilt
between his sister's very sexy teenage buttocks.  The sensation of her ass
gripping his cock was insane; he had had more than one lover, but never before
had he felt such heat, such tightness around his erection before.
 
Under him, she moaned.  Around his penis, her thoroughly filled asshole pulsed
slowly with her heartbeat.
 
Fuck, he thought, a little of the cloud of pure lust clearing from his
mind.  What the fuck am I doing?  She can't take this.
 
"Aisha?" he asked.  "Are you okay?"
 
She turned her head slightly.  "Not," she gritted, "if you don't start fucking
me right now."
 
Oh, he thought.  Oh, right.
 
***
 
His erection was still rock solid,; Aisha felt every vein, every roughness in
the skin, even the extra thickness of his foreskin as it dragged over the
twitching, delicate tissues of her ass.  She felt another orgasm building as he
slid out of her, then drove home again.
 
Oh god oh god, she thought, quite unable to speak.   Oh god yes, big brother,
just like that.  Reaching back, she rubbed at her tautly erect clitoris, and
pushed two fingers into her streaming pussy. 
 
The utter unbelievable tightness of her ramped his own arousal to record
levels; three strokes in, and he knew he was going to cum soon.  Four strokes
in, she came again, bucking under him, driving her ass back at his strongly
thrusting erection.
 
He didn't quite make it to ten strokes before her fifth orgasm drove him over
the edge; he drove hard into her, his testicles bumping softly against her
distended labia, and then erupted.  She screamed and came a sixth and seventh
time as his cock spewed sticky white semen all over the inside of her bowels.
 
Slowly, he withdrew his deflating penis from her throbbing, twitching ass; she
felt a rush of cold air as her overstretched muscles tried to pull her anus
back into shape.  She collapsed over the sofa, pulling her fingers from her
vaginal canal, moaning and shuddering slightly.
 
He watched as a trickle of semen escaped from her slowly closing asshole, then
sat down beside her.
 
"So," he said with a grin, "was it worth it?"
 
She looked up at him as she gradually regained control of her body. "Well, my
ass is kind of on fire right now," she admitted, "but fuck yeah."
 
He leaned down and kissed her on the lips; she responded ardently.  By the time
it finished, she was stroking his cock back to erection, and he was caressing
her breasts.  "Well, if you're a very good girl," he murmured, "or rather, a
very bad girl, I might do it to you again sometime."
 
"Ooh, I like that," she breathed, then lowered her head and took his mostly
hard erection into her mouth.  He gasped as her lewdly aggressive lips and
tongue and teeth brought him to full arousal, and then she took her mouth from
him. Stepping out of the thong, she climbed up on to the sofa and straddled
him, lowering herself on to him, allowing his rigidly erect cock-head to slide
up between her arousal-slick swollen labia. As she slowly engulfed his
hardness, she whispered in his ear, "Now you can fuck my pussy." 
 
With her vagina around his cock as opposed to the slightly more fragile tissues
of her ass, gone was any need for the relatively slow and careful pace they had
held before.  She rode his penis hard and fast, sliding her hot wet vagina up
and down along his shaft like a girl possessed.  He kissed her frantically,
lowered his mouth to suckle and nip at her breasts, and gripped her buttocks
with his strong hands.  She gasped as he found her still-tender ass and slid a
finger inside her, fucking her with it as she drove her tightly-squeezing pussy
up and down his rigid cock.
 
She came hard around him, her frentic pace lighting a fire inside her loins
that exploded into fireworks again and again.  He grasped her hips, pulling her
hard down on to his length, so that he penetrated deeply into her, making cry
out and climax even more violently.
 
When he came, he thought the top of his head was coming off; embedded deep
within her soft vaginal canal, he spurted jet after jet of hot white semen into
her softly pulsating womb.  She came again, almost at the same time; they
slumped back against the sofa back, both covered in sweat and panting hard.
 
“Oh god,” he gasped.  “Your ass is spectacular, but there’s nothing wrong with
your pussy either.”
 
She leaned against him, still firmly impaled on his hard penis.  “I’ll say,”
she agreed, and kissed him.  Then she grinned wickedly and began to work her
hips back and forth.  “Wanna try for seconds?” she murmured, squeezing her
talented vaginal muscles around his slowly softening erection.
 
“Better not,” he said with a grin.  “We want to save some for the threesome
with Taylor.”
 
Her eyes opened wide.  “Really?” she asked.
 
“Really,” he confirmed.  “You did a good job with the living room when you
weren’t flashing your every naughty body part at me.  You earned your sexual
favour.”
 
“Ooh,” she said.  “Ooh, I’m just going to go and clean the bathroom.”  She
climbed off him; his deflating penis slid out of her and flopped wetly on to
his leg.  “Maybe my bedroom too.”
 
He stared at her.  “Are you feeling all right? You didn’t hit your head when
you were cumming just now, did you?”
 
She grinned at him.  “I want to be ahead with the sexual favours, big bro.  Get
with the program.”
 
And she was gone, running naked through the house with semen still trickling
down her thighs from her ass and pussy.  Brian grinned and leaned down to pick
up the discarded thong.  It didn’t look any more substantial than it had when
she was wearing it.
 
He frowned, wondering why he was holding his hand out like that.  Shrugging, he
got up from the sofa.  Maybe now he could get the kitchen clean without Aisha
to distract him with sex.
 
Even though he’d just come twice in relatively quick succession, and his cock
felt like it had been skinned alive after being in Aisha’s ass, a not
inconsiderable part of him wished that she would come back to distract him some
more. It might be more than a little disturbing to be regularly having sex with
one’s sister, but the fringe benefits – ie, having insanely awesome sex on a
very regular basis – were beginning to offset any qualms that he had.
 
***
 
Taylor knocked on the door of Brian’s apartment.  She wasn’t sure what she
expected from this visit; the sex with Brian last time had hit them both from
out of the blue, even if she’d been left speechless and drooling with
pleasure.  When Brian decided to really let loose and give her both barrels, so
to speak, he really delivered.  She was still tingling between the legs from
what he’d done to her, over and over and over again.
 
But would he expect sex again?  Was she expecting sex?  Or had it been a one-
off?
 
And how was she to ask any of those questions?
 
The door opened.  Brian answered, wearing a T-shirt and jeans.  “Hi,” he said. 
“Come on in.”
 
She smiled and entered.  “How are you?” she asked.
 
“I’m doing really great,” he replied, and kissed her on the lips, his mouth
firm on hers.
 
After a moment’s hesitation, she kissed him back, her arms going around him. 
His hands cupped her butt and squeezed; she instinctively moved closer to him,
and felt his hardness trapped between them.
 
So, it’s definitely sex then, she thought.  And a warm feeling spread
throughout her body, centred low in her belly.  Her body, at least, did not
disapprove in the slightest.
 
“Mmm,” she murmured into his mouth.  “Are we going to eat, or shall we go
straight to the bedroom?”
 
He kissed her again.  “I cooked. Aisha helped.  Let’s eat first.”  He kissed
her again, cupping her breast, squeezing the nipple through the fabric and
making her gasp.  “We might need to build up our strength.”
 
“Mmm,” she agreed, rubbing herself against what she could feel of his erection.
“Last night was a bit sudden and unexpected.  I’m still not sure what
happened.  Tonight, let’s make it last.”
 
He agreed, cupping her breast again.
 
She grinned at him, then peeled off her t-shirt, took off her bra, then put the
shirt back on again.  Tucking the bra into her pocket, she kissed him.  “Now
you know I’ve got nothing on under it.”
 
“I like it,” he smiled, tweaking her nipple again.  This time, with only one
layer of cloth to work through, it worked much better, and she had to bite her
lip to keep from crying out.
 
“Watch it,” she growled, “or I’ll drag you off to the bedroom, meal or no
meal.”
 
He grinned.  “Okay, okay.   We can wait till after.”
 
***
 
Taylor cut a slice of sausage, chewed and swallowed.  Aisha looked at her over
the table; she was wearing a red outfit that left far too much breast, in
Taylor’s opinion, exposed to all and sundry. 
 
“So, what do you think?” asked Aisha with a grin.  “Brian and me worked on the
sauce.”
 
Brian tried hard not to snort; he had watched Aisha put the sausages up inside
her vagina, one at a time, carefully sliding them into her until they were
entirely engulfed, while he kissed her and rubbed her clitoris.  By the time
she withdrew them, they were thoroughly marinated in her juices.  He suspected
that there was more than a hint of the semen that he had also deposited inside
her, earlier.
 
Taylor frowned, concentrating on the taste.  “It’s different,” she said.  “Kind
of … musky, I guess.  I actually kind of like it.”  She ate another bite. 
“Yeah,” she said.  “It might be a bit of an acquired taste, but I do like it.” 
She tilted her head to one side.  “You’ve used this sauce before, haven’t you? 
The last time I ate over here.”
 
Brian eyed Aisha; she grinned and shrugged.  “Maybe just a little,” she said
with a grin.  “I like it myself.”
 
***
 
When the meal was over, Aisha volunteered to clear the table and wash up.
 
Brian stared at her for a moment, then remembered.  Sexual favours.  Right.
 
He wondered if he should be disturbed that his sexually precocious sister was
actively doing housework – which she roundly despised – in order to have more
sex with him. But then his libido cast a resounding vote in favour of ‘win-win
situation’ and he decided to let the matter drop.
 
He needed to give Aisha time to finish the washing up – she seemed to be
rushing through it as fast as possible, as it was - so he turned to Taylor and
said, “Would you like to dance?”
 
She looked honestly surprised, but then he put the slow, gentle music on, and
she moved into his arms.
 
They danced, and occasionally they kissed, and he felt himself grow hard where
he pressed against her once more.  She definitely felt it too; she pressed
against him even harder, and rubbed up and down subtly.
 
The arousal between them grew, and the kisses became more and more lingering,
the glances more smouldering.  Finally, he turned off the music, just as Aisha
emerged from the kitchen, and said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
 
She was just as eager as he; by the time they got to the bedroom, she was
already out of her t-shirt and working at her jeans.  He put a hand on her arm
to slow her down.
 
“Slowly,” he said softly.  “We have all night.”  He took up a bottle of scented
oil.  “Lie down face down on the bed, and I’ll give you a massage.”
 
Wow, she thought.  He’s actually romancing me.  I could really go for this.
 
She gave him one more kiss, then stripped out of the rest of her clothes and
lay face down on the bed.  Her bare skin felt every air current, every fold in
the bedclothes under her.
 
“Close your eyes,” he said softly, sitting on the bed beside her, as naked as
she was. She obediently closed her eyes, and felt him pouring the oil gently
over her back, a warm stream, slowly trickling over her skin.
 
And then he straddled her hips; she felt his erection pressing upward between
her buttocks, and she found it amazingly erotic.  As his hands began to massage
the oil into her back, she thought, He could put it into my butt from there.  I
wonder if I’d want to stop him?
 
She couldn’t make up her mind; the idea of having him taking the virginity of
her most secret orifice made her stomach clench in arousal.  It sounded a bit
painful, but at the same time sounded very appealing.
 
His hands worked down over her back, drawing out cramps and making her sigh
with more than just pure arousal, as her muscles relaxed.  And then he reached
her buttocks, and he massaged them with hard, strong squeezes of his hands
which somehow made her more aroused than ever. But he didn’t put his penis
inside her butt.
 
Climbing off her, he said, “Turn over.  Don’t open your eyes yet.”
 
Obediently, she rolled over.  She felt his hands part her thighs, felt cool air
on her open labia.  She could feel the coolness of her juices evaporating from
her inner thighs, so aroused was she.
 
He started massaging her thighs, moving slowly up toward her exposed sex.  She
whimpered in anticipation.  Oh god, she needed him to make love to her!
 
And then, his hands lifted from her thighs.  And something started happening to
her labia.  Something soft, and wet, and naughty began to tease them apart. She
gasped, her hips trying to push her vagina toward whatever that was.  Her labia
parted, the tongue began to lap up her flowing juices; she gasped, shuddering
with intense arousal.  And then the tongue flicked her clitoris once, twice,
three times, and she arched her back and came hard.
 
When she recovered, Brian’s mouth was still on her pussy, licking and lapping
and drinking of her juices.  She felt wave after wave of utter orgasmic
pleasure building inside her.
 
And then, someone kissed her.
 
Her eyes flew wide.  Brian’s face, just above hers.  His lips pressed to
hers.  If that’s Brian, then who’s –
 
She broke the kiss, looked down the length of her body, to see Aisha, face
glued to her crotch, delving and licking and lapping with her tongue.  And she
came again, arching her back and moaning with utter release.
 
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she gasped.  “Aisha’s eating me, oh god.”
 
Brian grinned.  “I know,” he murmured. “She wanted a threesome with you.”
 
Taylor gasped as another wave of intense pleasure washed through her body. 
“But she’s your –“
 
Brian sighed.  “Yeah.  She seduced both of us.  Long story.  I’m fucking her,
she’s fucking me.  I invited you tonight so you could have sex with both of
us.  You want to stay, or go?”
 
He gave a signal, and Aisha lifted her mouth, shiny with Taylor’s juices, from
where she had been working so assiduously.  She grinned at Taylor.
 
Taylor took about two seconds to make the decisions.  “You,” she said, pointing
at Aisha, “back to work.  You,” grabbing Brian, “come here.”
 
And as brother and sister began to work on her once more, Taylor reflected that
there a lot worse ways to be seduced.
 
 
In the next post – the Brian/Taylor/Aisha threesome
 
Just because I’m mean 
[:D]
***** Ménage à Taylor *****
Brian & Aisha
 
Part Seven: Ménage à Taylor
 
 
“You,” said Taylor, pointing at Aisha, “back to work.”
 
Even as she grabbed at Brian, she felt the younger girl’s mouth descending upon
her wet, arousal-slick labia once more.  Aisha’s tongue sent thrills of
pleasure throughout Taylor’s body, and she felt her thighs open wider.
 
“You,” she gasped to Brian.  “Come here.”
 
She kissed him, pulling his face down to hers, pressing her lips hard against
his. He responded avidly, sliding his tongue into her mouth; hers went to meet
it.  They duelled sensuously for a few moments, while he caressed and squeezed
her breasts, and Aisha slid her tongue teasingly along outside Taylor’s labia,
licking slowly all the way around her centre of pleasure.
 
It was intensely frustrating, and intensely arousing.
 
She got up, pushing Brian back on to the bed, and went to all fours.  Aisha
followed her, continuing to lick and lap at her streaming sex, sliding her
tongue in and out of Taylor’s slick vaginal canal.  Taylor felt a tingling that
she thought might be an impending orgasm.
 
She lowered her head to Brian’s already mostly-hard erection, and did her best
to suck him all into her mouth.  He gasped and arched his back, as she slid her
mouth down over his rapidly-swelling penis.
 
Aisha paused from her steady licking work on Taylor’s juicy vagina to admire
the way she sucked Brian’s cock.  Damn, she thought.  Once we got Taylor
loosened up, she turned out to be a real slut.  Just the way I like them.  She
imagined a blonde wig on Taylor, and got wet all over again.
 
Brian gasped as Taylor’s mouth continued to enfold his rampant erection,
pushing him deeper and deeper into her throat.  She had her eyes closed,
concentrating on doing the best she could, and her lips and tongue were doing
very well indeed.  She stroked his shaft and caressed his scrotum, and her
mouth was hot and tight and wet about him.
 
Oh god oh god oh god, he thought.  I’ll fuck Aisha’s ass as often as she wants
after this.  This was a great idea.

Taylor felt Aisha sliding her tongue sensuously up and down between her labia,
and spearing it into her tingling vagina, and she arched her back and came
again, sucking hard on Brian’s penis as she did so.
 
I’ve got to get this inside me, she thought dizzily, and pulled her mouth off
of Brian.  He groaned in protest, but then she crawled forward and straddled
him.  Aisha, bereft of a place for her tongue to play, crawled up alongside her
and began fondling her breasts.
 
Taylor reached under herself, and grasped Brian’s thick penis, rubbing it back
and forth between her swollen labia.  She ground down hard on her clitoris,
nearly sending herself into another orgasm, before she slowly started lowering
herself on to his erection.
 
Brian groaned out loud as Taylor’s tight wetness replaced her mouth.  “Get up
here, Aisha,” he ordered.  “I want to eat you.”
 
Aisha grinned and straddled her brother’s face, lowering her soft, shaven brown
and red labia toward his waiting mouth.  She leaned forward and kissed Taylor;
Taylor tasted her own musky juices on Aisha’s lips, and found it highly
exciting.  She caressed and squeezed Aisha’s shapely breasts as she slid
herself farther down upon Brian’s waiting penis.
 
Aisha kissed her again, and cupped her breasts in turn.  She watched with
fascination as Taylor slowly slid down; Taylor was so skinny.  Where did she
put all that cock?  And then she stopped wondering, because Brian had taken
hold of her thighs and was firmly licking and lapping at her dripping sex.  She
arched her back and moaned as he slurped at her juices, and drove his tongue
deep inside her.
 
Taylor gasped as Brian’s thick erection spread her wide, opened her up, slid
inside her, deeper and deeper.  It felt too big, too thick, too ... much.  But
she could not, would not stop.  There was so much of him to go inside of her,
and she wanted it all.
 
Finally, she felt his pubic hair against her mound, as she came to a stop.  His
entire penis was embedded within her tightly-stretched vagina, throbbing gently
inside her, making her body sing with pleasure.
 
She began to work her hips back and forth, making Brian groan and arch his back
under her.  He licked and nibbled at Aisha’s wet vagina, sliding his tongue
between her labia, teasing her clitoris, and flickering it in and out of her
vaginal canal.
 
Taylor caressed Aisha’s breasts and rubbed her nipples; Aisha gasped and came,
spurting her sexual secretions over Brian’s face.  She leaned forward and
kissed Taylor again.
 
“I like your tits,” said Taylor, squeezing them some more.  “They’re bigger
than mine.”  She began to ease herself up and down on Brian’s erection, slowly
at first, and then more quickly.
 
“Yeah, all us Laborns are well endowed,” boasted Aisha, watching her brother’s
thick cock appearing and disappearing from between Taylor’s well-stretched
labia.
 
Taylor began to work herself up and down on his shaft faster and harder as her
excitement grew; she lifted up, slid down, faster and faster.  Harder and
deeper.  Driving herself on to him.
 
Brian lapped and licked at his sister’s streaming pussy, eating her, making her
gasp with pleasure, making her grind her labia down on his face.  He felt
Taylor’s hot wetness sliding up and down his aching penis, tightly gripping
him, up and down, faster and faster.  He wouldn’t be able to hold it off much
longer; he was going to come, and soon.  And it would be a big one.
 
Reaching down, Taylor rubbed at her clitoris, even as the thick cock slid ever
deeper into her.  She impaled herself on it, over and over, gasping out her
pleasure as Aisha squeezed and fondled her breasts.  And then she came, pushing
herself down even harder on to him as she cried out her orgasm.
 
Brian thrust up into her, holding her hips, driving every last inch of his
penis deep inside her wet womanhood, before he came in his turn.  His thrusts
were deep and almost brutal, but such was Taylor’s state that they merely
increased her arousal, and she kept coming, her climax washing through her,
over and over and over again.
 
As Brian felt his seed jet inside Taylor, he drove his tongue hard up into his
sister’s wet and willing vagina, repeating every thrust of his hips with one of
his tongue.  Aisha howled and came above him, flooding his face with her hot
juices.
 
He felt his cock spasming, blasting Taylor full of his seed, thrusting into
her, sending a conflagration of pleasure through his entire body.  Jet after
jet, spurt after spurt, he groaned into his sister’s vagina as he came and came
and came inside Taylor.
 
***
 
They lay partially side by side, partially tangled over one another, sweating
and panting.  Taylor idly rubbed her fingertip in the semen still oozing from
between her labia and tasted it.  “Mmm,” she said.  “Wow, you just didn’t want
to stop, did you?”
 
Brian grinned sheepishly.  “You just turned me on so much, the both of you.”
 
Taylor grinned, then gasped as Aisha rolled over and began to lap at the semen,
sending incredible sensations through her body.  “Oh god ... yeah, well, you
both ... oh god yes .... do that for me too ... oh fuck, Aisha ... I never knew
girls could turn me on ... oh god yes, keep doing that.”
 
Aisha grinned, Brian's cum already smeared over her mouth, and kept doing that.
Taylor lay back and let her legs fall all the way open.  Brian grinned and
leaned down to kiss her.  “Wanna watch me fuck Aisha?” he asked softly.
 
She grabbed him and kissed him hard; Aisha's tongue, delving between her labia,
made her arch her back and moan into his mouth.  Their tongues met and clashed,
sensually, sexually.  Taylor kept quivering and moaning as Aisha's naughty
tongue worked at her labia and clitoris. 
 
"Sixty-nine," ordered Brian, once the kiss finally ended.  "Aisha, you're on
top.  Taylor, would you like to see me fuck her pussy or her ass?"
 
 "Don't - don't care," gasped Taylor.  "Just - oooooh GOD! - just do it!"
 
Still quivering from the shattering orgasm that Aisha had just given her,
Taylor helped Aisha climb into place above her, whereupon the younger girl
resumed her very close and very personal attentions on Taylor's distended
labia.
 
However, now Taylor could perform some attentions of her own on Aisha's sexy
little vagina, and she did.  Her tongue delved into Aisha's vaginal canal,
causing the dark-skinned girl to moan out loud and push her slick, dripping sex
down at Taylor's face.
 
For her part, Taylor had a personal revelation.  Hey, I know that taste.  It's
the sauce they've been using.  I've been eating food that's been inside Aisha's
tight little pussy.

For some reason, this turned her on more than ever, and she ravished and
scoured Aisha's labia and vulva with ever-increasing intensity.  Aisha
responded by driving her own very talented tongue deep into Taylor's hot wet
vaginal canal, lapping at the mixture of Taylor's fluids and Brian's semen that
she found there.
 
 "'Scuse me," murmured Brian, sliding his erect penis in past Taylor's nose, to
rest at the entrance to Aisha's own vaginal canal.  Taylor let her head fall
back to the bed, barely able in any case to move for the twitching pleasure in
her limbs; moments later, Aisha drove her to another orgasm by nibbling at her
rigidly erect clitoris.  Washed away on her own personal tidal wave of orgasmic
bliss, she watched in a kind of wonder as Brian's cock parted Aisha's swollen,
arousal-slick labia, and slid into her.
 
At the same time, Aisha felt her brother's thick penis penetrating her wet and
willing vagina.  "Oh yeah, big bro, do it to me," she breathed, before lowering
her face once more to Taylor's quivering labia.  Taylor was only able to twitch
and moan feebly beneath her. 
 
Bran held Aisha by the hips as he stroked into her; his erection was enfolded,
engulfed, consumed by her hungry vagina.  His penis drove into her slippery
wetness over and over again, sliding into her all the way up to the hilt up to
the hilt.  She responded by pushing her butt back hard at his invading member,
and delving into Taylor's secret depths once more.
 
Taylor, still in a daze from the monumental orgasm, watched with fascination as
Brian's long thick erection disappeared between his sister's swollen,
overstretched labia, over and over again.  The sight alone would have turned
her on beyond measure; knowing that it was Brian's penis and Aisha's vagina
just made it all the more unutterably arousing.
 
She reached one hand down to where Aisha's firm, shapely breasts bobbed and
swayed under the impetus of Brian's thrusts, driving deep into his sister's hot
slippery wetness.  Cupping a breast, she squeezed it, pinching the nipple.  
 
Aisha gasped, and redoubled her efforts to wring every scrap of pleasure from
Taylor's wide-open, well-used vagina.  Taylor moaned, and slid her other hand
down over Aisha's belly, to the younger girl's clitoris, which she began to
pinch and rub.
 
Aisha arched her back and screamed as she underwent a massive climax,
heightened and extended by the efforts of Taylor's hands and Brian's penis,
rubbing, pinching, caressing and penetrating her in their turn.
 
Her vaginal canal clenched around her brother's driving cock, and he felt his
second climax building up in his testicles.  Grasping her hips firmly, he drove
hard into her, slamming his penis deep between her soft labia, causing her to
cry out and climax even more violently. He exploded within her, erupting spurt
after spurt of his hot incestuous seed into the depths of her vagina, filling
her up, driving her into yet another orgasm.
 
Aisha collapsed then, as Brian's softening cock slid from her slippery vagina,
followed by more than a bit of his white semen.  Some of it splattered on to
Taylor's face; she did not mind.  Aisha rolled off Taylor and lay on her back
with her legs spread wide, panting for breath.  Brian wasn't in much better
shape, for all that he was fitter and stronger than the other two.
 
Taylor raised herself on one elbow, absently licking the glob of cum from the
side of her mouth.
 
"Christ," she said.  "Is it normally this good between you?"
 
Brian turned his head toward her and grinned tiredly.  "Fuck no," he said. 
"It's normally good, but this is a whole new level of awesome."
 
Taylor looked to Aisha for confirmation; the other girl nodded happily, her
face still smeared with Taylor's juices.  "When big bro is right, he's right,"
she confirmed, licking the juices off of  her lips. "I haven't come so much in
forever."
 
Taylor rolled around so that she could kiss the younger girl, and gently
squeeze her breasts.  Aisha kissed her back, and caressed Taylor's still-
tingling labia.
 
"So, are you all tired out now, or do you want to do something else?" grinned
Taylor wickedly.
 
Aisha kissed her again, tasting her own juices on Taylor's lips, then glanced
over at Brian. "Well, if big bro's up to it, I'd love a good solid ass-fuck,"
she said bluntly.
 
Taylor stared.  "I thought you were just pulling my leg," she said.  She
indicated Brian's mostly-lax penis.  "You fit that up your ass?  How the fuck
do you mange that?"
 
Aisha grinned.  "Lots and lots and lots of lube.". She looked at Brian. "So how
about it, big bro?"
 
Brian shook his head.  "Sorry, Aisha," he said apologetically.  "Need a little
more recovery time."
 
"That's fine," grinned Aisha.  "Taylor can suck it all better,
while I fuck her up the ass."
 
Taylor glanced at her in mild alarm.  "Wait, what?" 
 
"I got a strap-on," Aisha informed her with a grin.  "Don't worry, it's only
normal size, and we got lots of lube.  Haven't you ever wondered what it's like
to be fucked up the ass?". She leaned close and kissed Taylor slowly and
suggestively, running her hand over the older girl's flank and down to caress
her buttocks.
 
***
 
Minutes later, Taylor was still trying to figure out exactly when she had said
yes to Aisha's plan.  But there she was, poised with her butt in the air while
Aisha carefully worked lube into the tight orifice between her buttocks.
 
Actually, she had to admit that it felt kind of nice.  Sexy, even.  The
slippery feeling when Aisha's finger pressed past her sphincter, opening her
asshole, was very ... sensual.  She felt a quiver in her belly, a spreading
warmth.  I'm getting turned on by this, and she hasn't even put it in me yet.

"Hey," she said.  "If I go sixty-nine with Brian, he can lick my pussy and
yours at the same time."
 
"Ooh," said Aisha.  "I like.". She looked at Brian.  "Now see," she
said.  "This is why I wanted to do a threesome with Taylor.  She has the
sexiest ideas!"
 
Brian grinned and lay back.  "Hey, I was just happy to lie here and let Taylor
suck on me while you fucked her," he sad cheerfully.  "But if this means I get
to lick both of you at the same time, I'm all for that."
 
Taylor grinned at him and then looked over her shoulder at Aisha.  "Am I lubed
enough?" she asked.
 
Aisha grinned at her.  "Hell, you were lubed enough five minutes ago.  I've
just been playing with your ass.". She shrugged.  "It's a very nice ass."
 
Taylor giggled and crawled over to where Brian lay.  She kissed him, her lips
warm and inviting, parting to let their tongues duel for supremacy.  It ended
in a no-score win, most satisfactory for both sides.
 
She gave him a smouldering look, her arousal beginning to rise.  He caressed
and squeezed her breast, rubbing the nipple sensuously.  She caught her breath,
then said, "I just want to say, thanks for inviting me over to do this."
 
"Hey, " he grinned, continuing to titillate her breast.  "You can thank us
later."
 
She bit her lip and shook her head.  "From the look in your sister's eye, I
don't think I'm going to be coherent, later."
 
"Hey,' said Aisha.  "We gonna talk or fuck?"
 
Taylor grinned at her, and straddled Brian, lowering her still-slick pussy to
his face, while she bent over his half-hard penis.
 
As she started to suck and lick at it, she felt him slide his tongue between
her labia, delving into her depths.  His tongue was strong and hot, and
slithered into her most secret crevices, sending sparks of arousal flying
throughout her body.  
 
And then she felt the slippery rounded hardness of Aisha's dildo start to press
between her buttocks, up against her tight brown pucker.  At first, she
instinctively clenched against the intrusion, but then she consciously relaxed,
letting her anal sphincter open to the insistent prodding.
 
She felt it push its way in, felt her ass open to it, spread wider and wider
... and then, suddenly, the head of it was inside her.  She could feel it,
pressing farther and farther into her, the lubrication making it easy, opening
her tightest orifice to ravishment by Aisha.
 
It felt ... different.  Strange. As though she were being filled with something
new, something that could go either way.
 
But then, as it slid into her, the slightly-ribbed surface of the plastic penis
stimultated her lubricated anal sphincter, and she caught her breath, even as
she licked and sucked at Brian’s steadily engorging erection.
 
Oh god, she thought.  Oh god, what’s that?  
 
‘That’ was the sensation that was spreading through her body, originating in
her ass, where Aisha’s dildo was still sliding into her body, entering between
her taut buttocks.
 
And then Brian plunged his tongue into her vaginal canal, and the uncertain
sensation became pleasure of the highest order, joining to the waves of
sensation blasting through her slickly wet vagina.
 
Taylor’s eyes opened wide as she felt the dildo come to a halt; it felt as
though it was tickling her tonsils, it was so deep inside her.  She realised
that she’d paused in sucking Brian’s cock, and she went back to it with a
will.  As a result, he redoubled his efforts to pleasure both her and his
sister, lashing his tongue across their labia, back and forth, and rubbing at
Taylor’s clitoris with his one free hand.  His other hand still squeezed and
caressed her breast, rubbing her nipple hard between thumb and forefinger.
 
Aisha felt his tongue slide between her labia, and she pulled out, then plunged
the dildo between Taylor’s buttocks once more; she heard Taylor cry out, though
from pain or from pleasure she wasn’t sure.  Brian licked her again; she pulled
out and thrust again.
 
Brian felt Taylor’s mouth tighten around his solidly erect penis every time
Aisha thrust into her; he felt himself getting harder and harder by the second,
and closer to climax all the time.  He teased Taylor’s clitoris with one hand,
and lay in wait for Aisha with his mouth; every time she thrust the dildo
almost brutally into Taylor’s most sensitive hole, his tongue found her vagina
and slid into her warm, wet depths.
 
Taylor was awash on a sea of pleasure.  Her nipple, her clitoris and her ass;
all contributed. She could not believe the sheer orgasmic ecstasy that Aisha
was giving her with every thrust.  She sucked hard on Brian’s penis, trying to
muffle her cries of sheer blind pleasure, every time the dildo was rammed to
its hilt between her taut buttocks.
 
Aisha gripped Taylor’s hips and pumped harder; Brian’s tongue reached her from
underneath, sending her vagina singing with pleasure.  Taylor was still sucking
hard on his cock, from all appearances, though she was making broken noises
from around the mouthful of dark meat.
 
And then Taylor’s world exploded; orgasmic pleasure blasted outward from her
butt and her vagina.  Her world whited out; she cried out and collapsed on top
of Brian, twitching slightly.  
 
Aisha pulled back, drawing the dildo from her ass.
 
Brian carefully pushed Taylor off of him; she rolled on to her back, arms and
legs splayed.
 
Aisha grinned at him.  “You do me while I do her,” she said with a lecherous
giggle.
 
So while she poised over Taylor’s semiconscious body, easing the dildo into her
open, wet vaginal canal, he poised behind her.  Once the dildo was firmly in
place, he began to ease his thick cock – well and truly erect now, thanks to
Taylor’s ministrations – into the lubricated orifice between his sister’s
buttocks.
 
Aisha groaned as her anal opening was pressed wider and wider, spreading her
buttocks apart.  “Fuck, big bro, you just get bigger every time, don’t you?”
 
He grinned, and pressed just that little harder, causing the head to pop inside
her sphincter; she gasped.  “Are you saying you don’t like it?” he asked
teasingly.
 
She shook her head.  “Fuck no.  I love it!”
 
She began to work the dildo in and out of Taylor’s slippery wetness, while
behind her, her brother was doing the same to her ass with his thick penis.  As
he pushed his way into her, spreading her ass even wider, she pushed backward
at him, forcing him inside her.  He was big, so very big.  
 
Brian watched as his cock disappeared, inch by inch, inside his sister’s tight
young rectum.  Lubricated, it slid into her; she gasped and took more and more
of it, and all the time, she stroked the dildo in and out of Taylor’s still-
quivering sex.
 
Taylor came back to herself, to find Aisha on top of her, steadily sliding the
dildo into her pussy; it was the most amazing sensation.  She grabbed Aisha and
kissed her.
 
Behind Aisha, she could see Brian, his hands on his sister’s hips, working his
thick penis in and out of her – he must be putting it into Aisha’s ass, she
realised.
 
Aisha kissed Taylor back, and redoubled her pace; Taylor gasped and moaned her
name.
 
Behind Aisha, Brian upped his tempo as well; Aisha whimpered and moaned and
pushed back hard against him.  He stroked in and out of her tightest hole,
harder and harder, deeper and deeper.  He could feel her ass gripping his
erection like a vice; tight and hot and slippery. He wanted to come inside her,
wanted it so bad.
 
He kept pushing his cock between her buttocks, ramming deep inside her, trying
to drive her to orgasm before he had his.  It wasn’t going to be long, they
both knew.
 
Taylor went first; Aisha lowered her face to Taylor’s breast and nipped her
nipple, while stroking vigorously into her with the dildo.  Taylor arched her
back and came, the orgasm leaving her breathless and limp.
 
Aisha came next, but it was a close thing; even as she was arching her back and
clenching her ass cheeks, Brian came inside her, ramming himself deeply into
her tight young ass, and releasing jet after jet of hot white seed into her
bowels.
 
This drove Aisha into another orgasm, and another, as Brian kept cumming inside
her, until they were both spent.
 
They fell to the bed, Aisha’s dildo pulling out of Taylor’s vagina, and Brian
sliding from Aisha’s ass.
 
Aisha found herself lying alongside Taylor; mustering all her strength, she
kissed the older girl.
 
“So, how’d you like it?” she murmured.
 
Taylor turned her head slightly toward Aisha, apparently the only movement of
which she was capable.
 
“Guh,” she said.
 
There wasn’t much else to say.
 
***
 
Taylor awoke early the next morning; she slid out of bed and slowly, painfully,
put her clothes on.
 
She leaned over to kiss Brian goodbye, not wanting to wake him, then saw that
Aisha’s eyes were open and she was grinning.
 
“So,” said Aisha quietly.  “You wanna come back for another shot sometime?”
 
Taylor grinned, and kissed her thoroughly.  “Fuck yeah,” she said, just as
quietly.  “Just give me time to learn how to walk straight again, first.”
 
She tiptoed from the room; Aisha was still giggling when she fell asleep again.
***** Lisa's Surprise *****
Brian & Aisha
 
A Brother-Sister Love Story
 
Part Eight
 
 
Taylor knocked on the door; it opened on the second knock.  Aisha stood there,
wearing nothing but a very skimpy red thong.
 
"Well, hi," said Aisha.  "Over for a repeat engagement?  'Cause Brian's out,
sorry."
 
Taylor smiled shyly.  "Yes, actually," she confessed.  "Since you did what you
did to me, I can't get it out of my mind.  I want ... more.  More of Brian. 
More of you.  More of ... everything."
 
Aisha grinned and stepped back.  "Come on in," she invited.  "I'll see what I
can do."
 
***
 
Taylor was wearing a sundress and sandals; as Aisha closed the door, she
started unbuttoning the top.  Aisha helped her wriggle out of it, revealing a
pair of tight white lace panties and nothing else.
 
"Wow," said Aisha.  “You came ready for business.”
 
Taylor smiled and kissed her.  “Yes, I did,” she said, enjoying the feeling of
Aisha’s taut body moving against hers.  “I want to do it all over again.  And
more.”
 
Aisha put her mouth over Taylor’s breast, and sucked the nipple into her
mouth.  Taylor arched her back and caught her breath.  “Oh god yes,” she
whispered.  “You do such things to me.”
 
Aisha nipped at the nipple, causing Taylor to gasp, and said, “Well, we can
fuck if you want.  But I’ve got a request for you first ...”
 
Taylor grinned.  “What sort of a request?”
 
***
 
Bent over the sofa, bereft of her panties, Taylor clung to the cushions as
Aisha thrust hard into her ass from behind.  On her head, the blonde wig hung
down, partially obscuring her view.  But that didn’t matter; what mattered was
that she was getting thoroughly and undeniably anally screwed by Brian’s little
sister, and that the pumping of the dildo between her taut buttocks was sending
her slowly but surely out of her mind.
 
Oh god, she thought.  Oh god.  Even Brian couldn’t fuck me this hard.
 
Aisha could not believe how turned on she was.  From the moment Taylor had put
on the blonde wig, she had been filled with all sorts of perverted ideas for
things to do with her.  Just having her bent over the sofa like this, allowing
Aisha to sodomise her so hard with the dildo, hearing her gasps, feeling her
muscles clench and relax through the grip Aisha had on her hips, made Aisha
feel even more aroused, more perverted than ever.
 
Taylor bucked under her, crying out as she climaxed again and again.  Aisha
hung on as she continued to pump her hips, driving the dildo into Taylor’s ass
over and over again.
 
Finally, Taylor collapsed on to the sofa, and Aisha pulled the dildo from her
throbbing butt.
 
“Oh god,” gasped Taylor.  “Oh god.  That was better than the first time you did
my ass.  Holy shit, that was ... incredible.”
 
Aisha grinned.  “You can fuck me next ... but first I want you to spank my
ass.”
 
“Spank you?” asked Taylor.  “Really?”
 
Aisha giggled.  “Yeah.  I got a thing for blondies, and that wig you’re wearing
is really turning me on.  I want you to spank my ass as hard as you can, then
fuck me just as hard.  Ass, pussy, I don’t care.”
 
Aisha’s dirty talk was turning Taylor on as well.  She sat up on the sofa, then
grabbed Aisha by the hair and pulled her across her lap.  Aisha squealed then
giggled, letting herself be manhandled.
 
“I turn you on, do I?” asked Taylor, wriggling her bare butt on the sofa,
enjoying the tingling sensation in her thoroughly-screwed anus.
 
“Oh, yes,” breathed Aisha.
 
Taylor reached under her and cupped her hard little breast in her hand, then
squeezed it, digging her nails in.  “Does this turn you on too?”
 
“Oh god, yes,” moaned Aisha.  “Smack my dirty little ass.  Smack it hard.”
 
Taylor brought her hand down hard on Aisha’s taut buttocks, so invitingly
presented.  Aisha yelped and giggled.  Taylor hit her again, and again, then
squeezed her breast painfully again.  Aisha moaned and writhed on her lap. 
Taylor slid her hand down between Aisha’s dark mounds to her soft sex, and
found that the younger girl was incredibly wet.  She slid two fingers between
Aisha’s labia, into her tight vaginal canal.
 
“Mmm,” moaned Aisha.  “Ooh fuck, that feels good.”
 
Letting go Aisha’s breast, Taylor took over spanking her with that hand, while
sliding her fingers in and out of Aisha’s tight vagina in between smacks. 
Aisha bucked and heaved and cried out, and then orgasmed spectacularly, just as
Taylor found her clitoris and pinched it hard.
 
“Okay, you can fuck me now,” she gasped.  “Oh god, that was good.”
 
“No,” said Taylor, a cruel twist to her smile.  “I’m enjoying this too much.”
 
She continued to spank Aisha, sliding her fingers between her yielding labia,
pushing them inside her, while her other hand smacked hard into the girl’s taut
buttocks.
 
Smacking Aisha’s ass was turning her on almost as much as having Aisha shoving
the dildo into her own ass.  She wasn’t sure if it was the cries that Aisha let
out, the way her pussy clenched around Taylor’s invading fingers, and the feel
of her smooth buttocks under Taylor’s punishing palm, but she found herself
getting more and more into it.
 
And so was Aisha; by the time Taylor stopped, she had gone through several more
orgasms, each as thorough as the first.
 
“Oh god,” she moaned, slumping limply across Taylor’s lap, her swollen labia
slick with her arousal.  “Oh god, yes.”
 
“Come on,” said Taylor roughly, lifting Aisha off her lap by one arm.  “We’re
going to the bedroom.”
 
Meekly, Aisha obeyed; the punishment Taylor had inflicted on her throbbing ass
had made her want to do whatever Taylor told her, if she would only do more of
the same to her.
 
***
 
In the bedroom, Taylor shoved Aisha roughly on to the bed.  “On your back,” she
ordered.  “Arms and legs spread.  I want to look at all of you.”
 
Aisha obeyed eagerly, spreading her all for Taylor’s critical inspection.  She
only realised the trap she had fallen into when the siken rope woven by
Taylor’s spiders reached her wrists and ankles, and encircled them.
 
Her eyes widening, she looked up at Taylor as the taller girl strapped on the
dildo.  She tugged at the bonds; they held firm.
 
“What ... what are you going to do to me?” she whimpered.
 
“Whatever I want,” breathed Taylor.  “And you’re going to enjoy it.”
 
Aisha nodded.  She would, she knew it.  Already, she was so turned on, she was
nearly climaxing right there on the bed, and Taylor wasn’t even touching her.
 
Taylor started with the toes of her right foot; licking, then nibbling, then
biting, she moved up the foot to the ankle.  Aisha moaned and twitched at the
varying sensations, arching against the restraints. 
 
Slowly, Taylor moved up Aisha’s legs.  She nipped every now and again, kissing
and licking the rest of the time, but squeezing the limbs hard with her
fingers, digging the nails in to make Aisha gasp.
 
Aisha felt Taylor’s encroaching presence, slowly moving toward the centre of
her sex.  She wanted Taylor so badly, especially with the blonde wig on.  I
wonder if I could talk her into bleaching her hair? she thought, just before
Taylor bit hard into her thigh muscle, and sent another orgasm blasting through
her mind.
 
Finally, Taylor reached her crotch.  She reached under Aisha, cupping and
squeezing her buttocks, digging her nails in, scraping them across the still-
tender skin. Aisha nearly levitated off the bed, crying out with ever-
increasing arousal.
 
And then, Taylor began to eat her.  First, she bit the insides of Aisha’s
thighs, left and right, quite hard, leaving marks behind from her teeth.  Then
she nibbled up one side of Aisha’s sex, tasting her juices slick on her swollen
labia, then down the other side.  Aisha came again, arching her back as she
cried out in release, thrusting her vagina at Taylor’s face.  
 
Taylor held her down, and continued the sweet torture.  Her teeth found Aisha’s
soldily erect clitoris, and she nipped and nibbled at the tiny bud of super-
sensitive flesh, mercilessly driving Aisha into yet another orgasm.
 
She pushed her face close to Aisha’s labia, sliding her tongue between them,
drinking of her juices, before driving her tongue into Aisha’s quivering,
contracting vaginal canal.  Aisha cried out plaintively, driven almost to
insanity by what Taylor was inflicting on her most sensitive areas.
 
Remorselessly, Taylor continued up Aisha’s tender young body, licking, kissing,
nipping, stimulating Aisha’s skin.  She reached the firm breasts, larger than
her own.  Sucked the nipples into her mouth, as hard as she could.  Let her
teeth scrape on the sensitive flesh on the way out.  Did it again.  Bit down,
hard.  Aisha screamed in release as she came again.
 
All Aisha knew was that a girl with blonde hair was tormenting her with every
pleasure she’d ever dreamed of, and some she was learning on the spot.  She
wasn’t thinking straight; she wasn’t thinking at all.  Her body was awash with
pleasure and pain, mixing to give her the best orgasms of her young life.
 
Taylor kissed Aisha, kissed her hard and forcefully.  Her lips were urgent and
demanding on Aisha’s.  Aisha responded, submissively, allowing Taylor to take
charge.  She accepted Taylor’s kisses, moaning with her arousal.
 
And then Taylor slid the dildo into Aisha’s waiting vagina, deep into her
slippery wetness.  Aisha cried out as she did it, with a gentle roughness,
thrusting deep within her, penetrating to the very centre of her being.
 
Taylor kissed her, then began to thrust in earnest.  She lifted herself, giving
Aisha access to her breasts.  Aisha lifted her head, suckled on Taylor’s
nipples, as she felt the plastic penis driving deep between her labia, deep
inside her.
 
Taylor took Aisha hard and fast; her thrusts were not gentle or slow, but Aisha
thrived on them.  She cried out, then found that her arms and legs were free,
as she wrapped her arms and legs around Taylor, climaxing under her as the
dildo penetrated her so very deeply, over and over and over again.
 
At last, Taylor subsided in Aisha’s arms.  And Aisha came down from her last
orgasm, vagina gently throbbing around the dildo.  Taylor rolled off her and
lay beside her; Aisha winced as the plastic penis slid out of her.
 
“Did I hurt you?” asked Taylor in concern.
 
Aisha smiled.  “Only in the very best way,” she murmured.  “That was fucking
insane.  Not even Brian does it to me that good.  I mean yeah, his cock is
awesome, but the foreplay ... fuck me, that just blew my mind before you even
got to my pussy.”
 
Taylor smiled and kissed her.  “Let’s just say, you inspired me,” she said with
a grin.  “Sorry if I went overboard with the spanking.”
 
Aisha giggled.  “Fuck no,” she said.  “That was awesome too.  The way you just
kept going?  Fuck, I was in orbit before you finished.”
 
Taylor kissed her again.  “I’m really starting to get into sex with you,” she
purred.  She handed the dildo to Aisha.  “Put this on.  I want to be on top.”
 
“Ooh,” said Aisha.  “Oh, yeah.”  She kissed Taylor as she strapped on the
prosthetic penis.  “If you want, you can take the wig off.  I don’t think I
need it, with you, any more.”
 
Taylor grinned and took it off, then shook her hair out.  Aisha thought she’d
never seen such an erotic action.
 
As Taylor climbed on top of Aisha, she smiled down at the younger girl.  “Thank
you for ambushing me with all this.  If there’s anything I can do ...”
 
Aisha grinned and reached up, tweaking Taylor’s nipples.  “Come over sometime
and wear the wig for me, so we can get really nasty together.”
 
Taylor bit her lip and groaned, then nodded.  “Oh fuck yeah,” she breathed, as
she started lowering herself on to the upthrust dildo.  She was so wet, so
aroused, that it slid between her labia and into her vaginal canal with barely
a hitch.  She bore down, letting it push up inside her slowly and steadily.
 
“Oh god,” she murmured.  “Oh god.”  She put her hands on Aisha’s breasts and
started caressing them, squeezing them and rubbing the nipples back and
forth.  
 
Aisha hunched her groin upward, thrusting upward into Taylor’s slippery wetness
as Taylor bore down; they began to move together, working the dildo inside
Taylor’s tight vaginal canal.
 
Neither of them heard the front door open.
 
***
 
Brian opened the front door; he more than half expected Aisha to ambush him
wearing nothing but her thong, but she was nowhere in evidence.  But he did see
a discarded sundress, and beside the sofa, two pairs of panties.
 
And then he heard the rhythmic squeaking of his bedsprings, and the soft moans
and squishy sounds of sex done well, and he knew exactly what was going on.
 
Grinning, he started taking his clothes off.
 
***
 
Aisha saw the form of her brother appear in the bedroom door, stark naked,
rubbing lube on his rapidly-hardening erection.  She grabbed Taylor’s hips,
thrusting hard up into her, causing the older girl to arch her back in orgasm. 
Then she pulled her down for a hard kiss.
 
***
 
Taylor did not feel the change in the movement of the mattress as Brian climbed
on to the bed, because Aisha began to rub her clit at that moment, and then she
kissed her; Taylor returned the kiss, and for the moment her world consisted
entirely of the kiss and of the plastic penis hitting every one of her buttons,
deep inside her vagina.
 
And then two strong hands took hold of her hips from behind, and she felt
something warm and hard begin to press between her buttocks.
 
She gasped her surprise into Aisha’s kiss, and went to straighten up, but Aisha
held her firm, and her eyes opened wide as she felt the thick penis begin to
penetrate her tightest orifice.
 
She’d been wrong.  Brian could do more for her ass than Aisha had, earlier. 
She just hadn’t realised it until just now.
 
She wasn’t fighting any more as Brian’s grip moved from her hips to her
breasts, and his cock continued to slide into her somewhat-stretched rectal
passage.  She felt herself pushing back to meet him, which drove the dildo
harder into her, which ... she had no argument with, to be honest.
 
Together, Brian and Aisha took her, one from the front, one from the rear.  She
twisted around and kissed Brian, even as he thrust hard between her proffered
buttocks, causing her to cry out loud.  Aisha held her hips and drove the dildo
hard up inside her, and Brian pushed his manhood farther into her ass than she
had thought humanly possible.
 
Brian groaned; home for less than five minutes, and he was balls-deep in
Taylor’s ass.  Her tight, hot, delectable, slippery ass.  Only his sister’s was
tighter, and that was debatable.  He thrust into her over and over again,
spurred on by her sobbing cries of ecstasy, and her not infrequent orgasms.
 
When he finally came, he felt he was draining his body from his earlobes down
to his ankles, and thrusting it into Taylor’s willing ass, spurting hard inside
her, jet after jet of hot white seed, pumping her full of his essence.
 
She came one last time, then collapsed over Aisha, still impaled on the plastic
penis, which had played no small part in her multiply orgasmic finale.
 
Brian pulled out of her, slowly sliding his gradually deflating penis from her
twitching rectum, followed by a small ooze of semen before her ass closed up
again.
 
Taylor rolled off Aisha on one side, and Brian lay down on the other side of
her.
 
“Didn’t know ... you were home ...” gasped Taylor, still panting hard.
 
Brian grinned and kissed his sister, in a most unbrotherly fashion.  Aisha
responded in like manner.
 
“Just got in,” he explained, after they separated, a process which took some
moments.
 
“Well, that was ... spectacular,” Taylor said.  “You two have managed to ambush
me twice now.”  She rubbed her ass.  “Good god, your cock feels big in me.”
 
“I know, right?” interjected Aisha.  Taylor kissed her, and they both giggled.
 
“Well,” said Brian.  “I was gonna invite you out for something to eat, Aish. 
Want to come along, Taylor?”
 
Taylor smiled.  “I’d love to.  And then maybe we can go and have a threesome
down on the beach.”
 
“As good as that sounds,” said Aisha, “I might stay home.  This wench spanked
my ass red raw, then fucked my pussy till it felt like the first time you had
me, big bro.  I’m not feeling in the mood for anything but sleep.”  She
grinned.  “But feel free to wake me up when you get in.”
 
“I’ll do that,” said Brian.  “Taylor?”
 
Taylor grinned.  “We’ll go out, have something to eat, then come back and
double-team the sexy one here.”  She patted the dildo, still strapped on to
Aisha’s hips.  “I’ve still got to do her ass.”
 
Aisha smiled and stretched lazily.  “I can’t wait,” she purred.
 
Brian and Taylor got off the bed, found their clothes, and dressed.  This took
longer than it might seem; Taylor bending over to pick up her clothes ended up
in Taylor being pressed up against the wall, with Brian sliding his penis into
her from behind.
 
The sex was like a car accident; short, sharp and devastating.  Taylor had to
sit down for a moment to recuperate.
 
Eventually, they were dressed and out the door; Taylor decided that putting her
underwear on constituted a waste of time, and just went with the sundress.
 
This would, of course, allow Brian to have sex with her in public with a
minimum of fuss.
 
***
 
Aisha lay on the bed, half asleep, enjoying the afterglow of the truly awesome
sex she had just enjoyed.  Taylor had done such things to her ...
 
And then she heard the door open.
 
The car had driven away, but she had not heard it return.
 
This was not Brian or Taylor.
 
Going stealthy, she rolled off the bed and strolled out into the lounge to see
who was in the house.
 
Oh, she realised.  It’s just Lisa.
 
She was just about to unstealth and say hi, when she recalled three things.
 
One, she was naked.
 
Two, she was still as horny as hell.
 
Three, Lisa was a blonde.  And a natural blonde, for that matter.
 
Oh my, oh my, oh my.
 
***
 
Lisa sat back on the sofa in the lounge.  She had come over to see Brian about
something, but he and Aisha seemed to be not there.  Two pairs of panties on
the floor indicated that a lot of sex had been going on fairly recently,
including Taylor, to whom one of the pairs belonged.  
 
Good.  Taylor’s needed to get laid for some time now.

She sighed internally.  Now, if only I could … ooh.
 
She had no idea where that sensation had come from, spreading from her nipples
down through her body.
 
And then, a few moments later, she felt a similar sensation from her crotch, as
if something was rubbing her clitoris, giving her a highly pleasurable
sensation.
 
In a flash of insight, her powers told her who and why.
 
It’s Aisha; she’s here, she’s messing with me, and she’s turned on by blondes.
 
However, she could not consciously see or hear the girl.  But she could toy
with her.  And in her currently aroused state, she was in just the right frame
of mind to do so.
 
“Mmm,” she murmured, leaning back on the sofa and unbuttoning her blouse. 
Closing her eyes, she began to massage her breasts through the fabric of her
bra, before shedding both bra and blouse altogether.
 
***
 
Aisha stared.  She had not believed that her ploy would be so successful.  Lisa
had her top off, and she was rubbing and pinching her own nipples.   Sitting
down on the floor in front of her, Aisha began to rub herself, avidly watching
Lisa play with herself.
 
***
 
“Oooh, Aisha, you dirty girl,” murmured Lisa, squeezing her breasts and rubbing
her nipples.  “Ohh yes, squeeze my tits like that.  Oh yes, lick my nipples.”
 
She slid out of her skirt and panties, moving her ass to the edge of the sofa,
and spread her legs wide, exposing her closely-trimmed bush and soft wet pussy
to (she supposed) Aisha’s gaze.  Slowly, deliberately, sensuously, she spread
her labia, then began to rub her clitoris; up and down, back and forth.
 
Then, not closing her legs, she went back to squeezing her breasts.
 
***
 
Aisha could not resist; scooting forward, not stopping her own masturbation for
a moment, she brought her mouth to Lisa’s exposed and delectably inviting
labia.
 
Slowly, gently, teasingly, she began to lick.
 
***
 
Lisa gasped at the sensations she was feeling from between her thighs.  It was
Aisha; it had to be.  But she saw nothing, heard nothing.  It was all
sensation.  It was all pleasure.  And so long as she didn’t know Aisha was
there, she had no further information.  And so she could enjoy what someone or
something, possibly not Aisha, was doing to her.
 
***
 
Growing bolder and bolder, Aisha delved her tongue between Lisa’s swelling
labia, tasting her juices as they began to flow.  She licked deeper and harder,
flicking at Lisa’s clitoris with the tip of her tongue, and then going downward
to lap at the juices in the entrance of her vaginal canal.
 
***
 
Lisa shuddered as the orgasm blasted through her, making her vision darken. 
She had never believed that it could be this good, this spectacular.  What her
power told her, and what she now knew, were two entirely different things.
 
And she knew she wanted more of this.
 
***
 
Aisha went at her again, over and over, her tongue scouring Lisa’s soft flesh,
wringing sensations out of her that she had never felt before.  She brought
Lisa to orgasm again and again; Lisa cried out in her extremity, squeezing her
breasts, pinching the nipples, but never moving her hands to her groin.
 
When she finally heard the car returning, Aisha got up and scampered to the
bedroom.  Her face was smeared with Lisa’s sexual juices; she rather enjoyed
the taste.
 
Crawling on to the bed, she simulated sleep.
 
***
 
As soon as the sensations ceased, and her ears stopped ringing from the last
orgasm, Lisa heard and recognised the car for what it was.  She quickly dressed
again; by the time the key turned in the lock, she was doing up her blouse.
 
“Oh, hi guys,” she said as Brian and Taylor walked in.  Brian looked very
pleased with himself, and Taylor had sand in her hair and an unfocused look
about her that bespoke of very good sex.
 
“Hey, Lisa,” said Brian.  “Aisha around?”
 
“If she is, she must be asleep,” grinned Lisa.  “I sure haven’t seen her.”
 
In the bedroom, Aisha giggled.
***** Aisha Likes It That Way *****
Brian & Aisha
 
A Brother/Sister Love Story
 
Part Nine – Aisha Likes It That Way
 
 
“So what’s up?” asked Brian.  Taylor kissed him on the cheek, gave Lisa a
smile, and continued on out of the room.  She was already pulling her sundress
over her head as she went out of sight. 
 
“Oh, just came over to discuss some matters with you,” said Lisa.  “It can wait
for another day, though.”
 
“No, it’s good,” said Brian, settling on the couch beside her.  “You came over
to talk, let’s talk.”
 
Lisa gave him a direct stare.  “Brian Laborn,” she said.  “Your sister is naked
in your bedroom.  Taylor is with her.  They will both be waiting for you to
join them.  I can listen to music out here until you are finished.  Because you
and I both know that if we try to discuss business first, you will be
distracted as hell.”
 
Brian gave her a sheepish grin.  “Are we that obvious?” he asked.
 
“Everything’s that obvious,” she retorted.  “But yes; the only way you could be
more obvious would be if they were making out on the rug in front of us.”  She
tilted her head and winced.  “Yeah, I’m going to need the music to drown that
out.”
 
Brian listened himself; faintly, from the direction of the bedroom, he could
hear bedsprings squeaking in counterpoint to what sounded like Aisha making
noises of pleasure.
 
“Go,” she urged him.  “There are two teenage girls in there who desperately
need you to do something extremely sexual to them.  I’ll talk to you after.”
 
He got up, then, and headed down the corridor. He didn’t even bother to try to
disguise his eagerness.
 
Lisa heard the noises change, and knew that he had joined the party.  She
leaned back, closed her eyes, and let her power fill in the gaps.  She knew
exactly what was going on in that room.
 
She was surprised by how much it turned her on.
 
***
 
Taylor entered the bedroom naked, shaking the last of the sand from her hair. 
Her nipples were still puffy from Brian’s attentions, and there was a redness
about her labia.
 
Bending over, she picked up two items; one was a blonde wig, with which she
covered her own hair, and the other was a large strap-on dildo.  Aisha leaned
up on her elbow to watch her as she strapped it on.
 
“Hey, sexy one,” said Taylor.
 
“Hey, tall and sexy one,” responded Aisha.  
 
Taylor crawled on the bed and kissed Aisha; the younger girl responded avidly. 
“I love it when you wear that wig,” she breathed.  “You go from sexy to mega
ultra sexy.”
 
“You,” replied Taylor, “are altogether too perverted.”  She squeezed Aisha’s
breast, digging her nails in.  Aisha let out a soft cry, then kissed Taylor
hard.  
 
“Perverted for you,” murmured Aisha.  She reached out and took a container of
lube from the side table.  “I seem to recall you saying you hadn’t done my butt
yet.”
 
“So I did,” agreed Taylor, pouring lube into her palm and smearing it all over
the dildo.
 
“So, did big bro do you good?” asked Aisha, getting up on all fours.
 
“Fuck, did he,” agreed Taylor.  “Once in the car, once in my ass in the
restroom of the place we went to, and once on the beach, under the Boardwalk. 
My head’s still spinning, and my butt is still sore.”
 
Aisha groaned as Taylor ran her lube-covered hands up between her spread thighs
and over her labia.  "Ohmygod," she moaned.  "You can do my pussy first if you
want.  That feels so awesome."
 
Taylor ignored her; she eased first one finger, then two more, into Aisha's
tightly puckered anal opening.  Aisha groaned and pushed back at Taylor's
intruding fingers, her sphincter relaxing and opening for Taylor.
 
"You are such a dirty little bitch," murmured Taylor, pushing her fingers hard
into Aisha's tight anal opening, spreading her taut buttocks and making her
gasp.  "You want me to fuck you so hard, don't you?"
 
"Oh god yes,' whimpered Aisha.  "I want you to use me like a sex toy.  Fuck my
ass.  Fuck my pussy.  Make me eat you.  Tie me up and make me watch while Brian
fucks you."
 
She scrabbled at the sheets as she felt Taylor drive her long fingers between
her buttocks again, and then the fingers were out of her ass.  Oh good, she
thought through the haze of arousal and lust, she's gonna fuck me now.

But then she felt the stinging slap across her ass, and she jerked and yelped. 
"Oh god yes," she moaned.  "That feels so good."
 
There was no answer, and she looked around to see Brian standing naked by the
bed; Taylor, leaning over, was sucking his cock like his balls were an oxygen
tank and she was on her last gasp of air.
 
Even as she looked, Taylor's hand rose and fell once more, landing precisely
across Aisha's stinging ass. Again and again she spanked her, without missing a
beat with her attentions on Brian's throbbingly erect penis.  Aisha cried out
with each slap, feeling the hot sensation spread through her thoroughly
punished buttocks and into her streaming pussy.
 
Brian could not believe how turned on he was. Taylor was half-standing, half-
kneeling on the bed, leaning over to envelop his rock-hard erection with her
lips, and at the same time she was spanking his sister's upturned ass.   He had
known that Taylor was good at multitasking, but this was a whole new level of
arousing.
 
Taylor knew that Brian had to be close to cumming in her mouth; even though he
had already left his seed inside her several times that day, she could tell
from his muted groans that he wasn't far off it again.  She could have gone
ahead and finished him off; she had grown to enjoy the taste of his semen.  But
she really wanted to see him balls-deep inside Aisha again.  Does this make me
as perverted as her? she asked herself.
 
Of course, at that moment, she didn't really care.
    
“On the bed,” she told him.  “Aisha, get on top of him.”
 
Brian obediently lay down on the bed beside his sister, erection jutting
proudly toward the ceiling.  Aisha leaned down and kissed him as she climbed on
top of him, her thighs either side of his muscular hips.  He lifted her up as
she reached under herself to take hold of his thick penis; as he lowered her,
she guided it into place.
 
Taylor watched as Brian penetrated Aisha, his bulbous glans spreading her
labia, opening up her tight vaginal canal, sliding within.  Aisha gasped and
arched her back as she felt herself being stretched, as her brother’s erection
pushed deeper and deeper into her wet and willing vagina.
 
“Ooh fuck yeah,” she groaned, kissing him, biting his lip.  “Fuck yeah, that’s
how you do it.”
 
Brian lifted his hips, pulling her pelvis down at him, driving his cock in the
last few inches, filling his sister’s tight pussy to the brim.  She cried out,
her eyes opening wide in shock.  “Oh fuck,” he responded.  “I love to fuck you
like this, Aish.”
 
Aisha was still adjusting to having her brother all the way up inside her –
he’d been there before, of course, but it was always a shock to the system –
when she felt Taylor take hold of her hips and begin to slide the dildo into
her ass.
 
Fuck, she thought, fuck, how big is that fucking dildo?  It feels like she’s
got her fucking arm up there.

That started a thought that began with the blonde wig and ended with, I wonder
what it would feel like for her to fist me.

And then Taylor pushed the dildo into her ass, hard, and Aisha totally lost her
train of thought. All she knew was that the cock in her pussy, and the dildo in
her ass, were doing things to her that she had been sure were impossible
outside of a drug hallucination.
 
Taylor held on to Aisha’s hips as the smaller girl bucked and cried out,
Brian’s cock thrusting into her tight young vagina in a steady rhythm.  She
drove the dildo deep between Aisha’s taut buttocks over and over again, almost
coming herself as she recalled how thoroughly Aisha and Brian had fucked her,
not so long ago.
 
Brian felt like his erection was in a vice; Aisha’s vaginal canal was so tight
and slippery that his eyes were nearly crossed from the pleasure.  And the
dildo being thrust into Aisha’s ass by Taylor was adding to his pleasure, the
ribbing sliding up and down his pumping cock through the thin barrier of flesh
between the two orifices.
 
Aisha came first, arching her back and bucking wildly as both Brian and Taylor
fucked her hard and fast.  She could feel the sensations blasting between her
convulsing pussy and her overworked rectal passage, melting her brain and
sending the top of her head into orbit.  She screamed out incoherently and
collapsed on top of Brian, just as he pushed himself hard into her and
unleashed his own climax.  His jerking penis spurted wad after wad of hot semen
deep into his sister’s womb as he came violently, thrusting into her again and
again.
 
Taylor kept thrusting into Aisha’s ass until she was sure that both of them had
cum all they were able, then slowly slid the plastic penis from Aisha’s rear
entrance.  Collapsing alongside them, she unbuckled the dildo and then began to
work it into her own vagina, trying for one more orgasm to relieve her own
arousal.
 
It was clumsy with the straps attached, and she wasn’t quite sure how to
release them, but she did the best she could. She had just gotten a good rhythm
going, her eyes closed in pleasure, when someone kissed her.  Opening her eyes,
she saw Brian smiling down at her, before he kissed her again.
 
At the same time, the dildo was plucked from her hands and pulled from her
still-unsatisfied vagina.  She would have protested, but Brian was now gently
suckling and nibbling on her breasts and nipples, which she was not at all
averse to.  She was vaguely aware of Aisha strapping on the dildo, and climbing
on top of her.  Opening her thighs wide, she welcomed the intrusion as Brian
moved back to kissing her.
 
Aisha took her by storm, driving the dildo into Taylor’s vagina as hard and
fast as Taylor had driven it into her asshole. Taylor cried out and arched her
back, coming almost immediately, the rough driving thrusts just what she
needed.
 
Between Brian and Aisha, she came for five solid minutes, leaving her panting
and gasping on the bed, feeling as though she had just been raped most
enjoyably by a selection of America’s Most Well-Hung.
 
***
 
In the afterglow, she lay in Aisha’s arms, kissing her gently.  She had lost
the wig somewhere along the way, but it didn’t matter.  Aisha ran gentle hands
over her, teasing, nibbling at her nipples.  She responded, caressing Aisha's
breasts, pinching her nipples gently, biting the side of her neck.  Ran her
hands over Aisha's body, cupped her buttocks, squeezed them gently.
 
Taylor felt Aisha's hands on her, moving her, rolling her on to her stomach. 
And then she felt her buttocks being stroked, caressed.  Parted.  Aisha's face
pressing up against her ass, her naughty little tongue flickering out, touching
her, licking her where she had never been licked before.  
 
Taylor groaned with newfound arousal, not quite believing what Aisha was doing,
but not fighting it either.  She raised her hips, parted her thighs.  Aisha
continued to do that wonderfully perverted, arousing thing to her.  Taylor
whimpered, near climax.
 
And then Aisha was gripping her hips, and the blunt head of the dildo was
sliding into her ass, where Aisha's tongue had been so shortly before.  Taylor
didn't have the strength or the inclination to protest; she just lay there and
let Aisha do it to her.  The dildo slid into her, inch by tortuous inch, making
her bite her lip with excruciating pleasure.
 
Aisha was gentle about it this time, almost sweet, whispering tender words in
her ear.  The fact that most of these were swear-words did not seem too jarring
to Taylor, who somehow found the strength to lift her ass and push back at
Aisha's thrusts.  She eventually came again, a long slow mind-numbing orgasm
that left her breathless and almost in tears.
 
Brian finished his shower and entered the bedroom, clad in just a towel.  He
found them sprawled side by side on the bed, limbs akimbo, sheened with sweat.
Taylor's ass and pussy were both throbbing now; she had her thighs spread wide
to allow the cool air to get at her reddened tissues.
 
"Christ," remarked Brian as he began to dress. "I can't leave you two alone for
a minute, can I?"
 
Aisha grinned wearily.  "Fuckin' hope not," she declared.
 
Taylor giggled.  "Is Lisa still out there?" she asked.
 
Brian rolled his eyes.  “Yes, she’s still out there.  And fuck knows what she
thinks of you two horny little bitches, fucking in here while I was in the
shower, and she’s sitting out there all alone.”
 
Aisha rolled over and leaned off the bed, curling one arm around Brian’s
thigh.  “We might be horny little bitches,” she purred, “but we’re your horny
little bitches.”
 
Brian looked down at her, and felt himself respond, even after all the times he
had climaxed that day.  “You sure as hell are,” he agreed.  “And tonight, we’re
going to do it all again.  But right now, I have to go talk to Lisa about
business.”
 
“Good point,” agreed Taylor, sitting up. “I’ll just go shower, and join you out
there.”
 
“Wait for me,” said Aisha.  “You can’t shower without me to wash your back.”
 
“Okay, fine,” agreed Taylor with a roll of her eyes. “But no sex, okay? 
Another orgasm like that last one, and I may not survive.”
 
“Sure, no problem,” agreed Aisha insincerely.
 
“I mean it,” Taylor told her, trying to sound severe.  She rolled off the bed
and headed for the bathroom.
 
Aisha grinned at Brian and followed her out.
 
Brian shook his head slightly.  Taylor had no chance.
 
***
 
“Hey,” said Brian as he entered the living room. 
 
Lisa looked up from her seat on the couch. “Hey, yourself,” she said.  She eyed
him critically.  “Ready to talk business?”
 
He nodded.  “Coffee?”
 
“Please.”  She glanced toward the corridor.  “Will Taylor be joining us?”
 
“As soon as she’s finished her shower,” Brian confirmed.
 
Lisa sighed, as she heard a distant cry and a splash.  “Which will be some
time. Given that Aisha went in there with her.”
 
Brian sighed.  “What can I say?  Since Aisha seduced her into our bed, she’s
been like a kid with a new toy.”
 
“Aisha or Taylor?” asked Lisa, although she knew the answer.
 
Brian grinned.  “Both.”  He went into the kitchen and put the jug on for
coffee.  “So,” he said, emerging once more.  “What did you want to talk about?”
 
***
 
Taylor turned the shower on full and ducked under the pounding spray.  Slowly,
her head began to clear.  She could not believe how much sex she had gotten,
just over the last few days. From being a virgin, she had gone straight on to
regular participation in lesbian games and incestuous threesomes with Brian and
Aisha.  Just the amount of times Brian had come inside her, over the last few
days … good god.
 
She opened her thighs, let the hot water run down her belly and over her labia,
stinging slightly where it met reddened flesh. And she knew damn well that if
Brian was waiting outside when she went to get dressed, and offered, she would
fall into bed with him again.
 
And then Aisha’s arms went around her from behind, cupping her breasts.
 
“Aisha!” she remonstrated, though her heart wasn’t in it; what the girl was
doing felt far too nice.
 
“What?” asked Aisha innocently.  Taylor turned around in the circle of her
arms, felt their bodies sliding together under the spray of the shower.
 
“You said you wouldn’t –“ she began, before Aisha pulled her head down for a
kiss.
 
Taylor kissed her back, of course.  She couldn’t do anything else; Aisha’s
mouth was warm on hers, and her tongue was a live thing, intruding between
Taylor’s lips. Unbidden, Taylor’s arms went around Aisha, and they embraced,
kissing and caressing one another.
 
“Aisha …” she began when the kiss finally broke off.
 
“Shh…” whispered Aisha, and slid to her knees in front of Taylor.
 
“What are you – oh!” cried Taylor, as she leaned back against the corner of the
shower cubicle.
 
Aisha knelt before her, clasping her thighs and kissing her soft, tender sex. 
By the time she properly got started, Taylor was wet with more than just water.
Aisha’s mouth, her lips and tongue, roved over Taylor’s highly sensitive labia,
arousing her once more.  Taylor, gasping, leaned back into the corner, her
hands tangled in Aisha’s hair.
 
She could feel Aisha’s ever so talented tongue, flickering from point to point,
driving her insane with arousal, touching on her clitoris, her sensitive labia,
and then sliding into her vaginal canal itself.  Taylor arched her back as the
sensations welled within her; she climaxed violently, her eyes clenched tight
as the blood roared in her ears.  By the time it was over, she was kneeling in
the shower cubicle, in Aisha’s arms, panting heavily.
 
“Oh god,” she moaned.  “Oh god.”
 
“Standing shower head,” grinned Aisha.  “It is a thing.”
 
“I’ll get you for that,” promised Taylor.
 
“Oh, really?” grinned Aisha.  “And how are you going to do that?”
 
Taylor reached down and picked up the strap-on that Aisha had discarded on the
floor of the shower.
 
“Bend over,” she ordered.
 
Giggling, Aisha obeyed.
 
They ended up outside the shower cubicle; Taylor bent Aisha over the washstand,
and took her from behind.  As Aisha cried out in her passion again and again,
Taylor held her hips tightly and thrust the dildo deeply into her tight wet
vaginal passage.  She was not gentle or soft, and Aisha loved every second of
it.  The sound of her belly slapping against Aisha’s ass competed with Aisha’s
sounds of pleasure; the taut body moving against her, the look on Aisha’s face
in the mirror as she pushed back against Taylor’s thrusts, brought Taylor
herself to the brink as she screwed Aisha into a series of blinding orgasms.
 
When Aisha screamed out her final climax, Taylor felt an echoing orgasm blast
through her, even as she drove the dildo deep inside Aisha one last time.  
 
Once they got their breaths back, they climbed to their feet and got back into
the shower, to wash themselves off once more. Aisha tried half-heartedly to
initiate more sex play, but Taylor firmly told her no, and for once, the girl
listened to her.
 
***
 
Freshly showered and dressed once more – Taylor borrowed a pair of Aisha’s
panties – they presented themselves in the living room. Brian frowned at them;
Aisha giggled.
 
Lisa got up off the couch and hugged Taylor; Taylor hugged her back.
 
“You’re looking good,” said Lisa.  There was just enough of a suggestive tone
in her voice for everyone to know what she was actually referring to.
 
Taylor smiled and blushed.  “I’m feeling good,” she agreed, and carefully sat
down on the couch beside Lisa.  Lisa watched Aisha sit down in an armchair with
equal care, and grinned.
 
Taylor’s definitely getting some, she mused.  She’s looking far more relaxed,
far more happy. Let’s hope she can keep her mind on business now.
 
“So,” she began.  “What I came over here to talk about …”
 
And as Brian served coffee, the business of the Undersiders went on.
***** Lisa Seduced *****
Chapter Summary
     Lisa cannot normally engage in sex, due to overload of her intuitive
     abilities. But what if someone damps her senses ...?
“… and that should do it,” Lisa concluded. She leaned back on the armchair and
stretched, her arms over her head, legs out straight.
“Wow,” commented Brian, checking his watch. “We’ve been at this for nearly an
hour.” He glanced at Lisa and Taylor. “Would you like to stay for dinner? We
have sausages.”
“Sure,” Taylor replied readily. “Lisa?”
“I dunno. I should really be getting back to my territory …”
Bouncing to her feet, Taylor leaned over the back of Lisa’s armchair and put
her arms around Lisa’s neck. “Come on. It’s been [i]ages[/i] since we all had a
nice sit-down meal together.”
Lisa rolled her eyes. “Sure, okay. Just tell Aisha to behave.”
“Who?” asked Brian, then joined in the general laughter.
“Where is she, anyway?” asked Taylor, sitting back down on the sofa beside
Brian.
Brian shrugged. “Fuck knows. I had enough trouble keeping track of her
[i]before[/i] she got powers.”
“You do know what she did to me before you two got back, don’t you?” Lisa began
incautiously.
Taylor and Brian both turned toward her. “No,” replied Brian.
“What did she do to you?” asked Taylor.
The sudden intense interest caused Lisa to rethink her next statement; in any
case, did she really want to get Aisha in trouble?
“Nothing really,” she back-pedalled. “Just a few little pranks. Typical Aisha.”
Brian nodded. “She's been getting bolder. The other night? She seduced Taylor
and me into having sex with each other. Then she climbed into bed with me after
Taylor had gone.”
Lisa had already known that Brian was having sex with both Taylor and his
sister, but to have him admit it out loud like that was a little jarring. But
if he wasn’t going to admit that it was weird, nor was she.
“So how do you feel about this, Taylor?” she asked. Before all this had
started, Taylor had been a straight arrow; living at home with her Dad, not
even any boyfriends. It would be interesting to find out how she dealt with the
fact that Brian was having sex with Aisha as well as her.
To answer her question, Taylor climbed on to Brian’s lap, straddling him. She
put her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply; Lisa could tell that he was
responding with equal ardour. He was also unbuttoning her sundress down the
back, while she was pushing his shirt up to get at his – admittedly impressive
– abdominal muscles.
Taylor looked across at Lisa as she shrugged her arms out of the sundress,
leaving the garment puddled around her hips. Her bare breasts attracted Brian’s
attention, and he cupped them gently with his hands.
“I’m loving it,” she told Lisa, grinding her crotch down at Brian’s. “Aisha
fucks me just as hard as Brian does, and watching him cum inside her ass is
just mind-blowingly hot.”
She sighed as Brian began to lick and nibble at her nipples, and she reached
down underneath herself. Lisa heard the [i]zzzip[/i] of a fly being undone, and
then Taylor fumbled some more. When Taylor raised up slightly, then lowered
herself again with a sigh, she knew without a doubt that her friends were
undoubtedly engaging in sex right there on the couch in front of her.
She felt a flush creeping up over her features, which was unusual, because she
wasn’t normally easily embarrassed. But it was worse than that; she found
herself becoming unaccountably aroused. It was bizarre; she didn’t consider
herself anything of a voyeur, and watching people have sex tended to turn her
off rather than arouse her.
“Oh god … oh god …” she moaned softly.
"Are you okay, Lisa?" asked Taylor softly, moving her hips up and down, slowly
and rhythmically. She raised her arms as Brian lifted the sundress up and over
her head, leaving her clad in just a flimsy pair of panties. Lisa knew that she
had these pushed aside so that Brian’s thick manhood could penetrate her wet
and willing vagina. Sliding in and out of her, deeper and deeper, thrusting
harder and harder, until they would both climax together ...
"Aisha ... oh god," groaned Lisa, then she found herself unable to speak
coherently. With a sudden flash of insight, she realised what was going on;
Aisha was straddling her, molesting her, squeezing her breasts. And now she was
being kissed, kissed sensuously, seductively, the sensations tingling through
her body, making her pant with desire.
She didn't want this, she tried to tell herself. Aisha had no business doing
this to her, touching her body without permission - [i]oh god! [/i]- touching
her, making her feel these things.
And yet, she could not bring herself to raise her arms, to push Aisha from her.
The pressure on her lips eased - [i]oh god kiss me again like that - [/i]and
she felt cool air between her thighs. Looking down, she saw that her skirt had
been pushed up to her waist; her panties were still under the couch. And the
sensations that she was feeling ...
She was wet, so very wet, as [i]something [/i]rubbed and caressed her labia,
now swelling with arousal. A sharp sensation on her left breast nearly made her
cry out; Aisha had been suckling on that breast, and had just now bitten down
on her oh-so-aroused nipple.
She looked over to Taylor and Brian for help, of what type she wasn't sure, but
quickly realised that there would be no assistance from that quarter. Brian had
his hands on Taylor’s hips, and she was moving faster now; they were kissing,
passionately and fervently. She could almost [i]feel[/i] his rampant thickness
driving into her, filling her, making her cry out with pleasure ...
And between kisses, they were both watching her.
The feedback was almost too much when Aisha was molesting her; seeing the other
two doing this, while feeling what had to be Aisha's fingers sliding into her
slippery vaginal passage, was altogether too much. Lisa began to feel
overwhelmed, and not in a good way.
"Guys!" she gasped. "Stop! Please! Too much!"
Brian stopped kissing Taylor for just long enough to give her a grin. And then
the darkness billowed out from his body.
An instant later, her information input dropped by ninety-five percent. No
vision, no hearing. Even the sensation of Aisha's hands and lips on her body
was slightly attenuated.
But not so attenuated that she could not feel it. Cool air on her breasts told
her that her blouse had been unbuttoned and pulled open; she felt a mouth latch
on to her nipple, seconds before someone kissed her.
It was Taylor suckling on her breast, she realised, and Brian was kissing her.
She was beyond resisting; she kissed him back, ran one hand over his body. He
was naked, as she found out, a little to her shock, as she ran her hand down
his side to his hip. Her other hand was on Taylor's head; she ran it on to her
best friend's back. Lisa was less surprised to find that she was naked as well;
Taylor must have stripped out of the panties as soon as the darkness came down.
If Brian was kissing her, and Taylor sucking so erotically at her nipple, she
thought dazedly, where was Aisha?
And then she had her answer; an explosion of pleasure erupted between her
thighs.
She was no longer even wearing her skirt, she realised belatedly; Aisha must
have taken it from her while she was distracted. And now the youngest
Undersider was kneeling between her legs, naughty tongue delving into her most
secret crevices.
She felt herself eased forward, the blouse sliding from her shoulders, as
Brian's lips on hers turned her mind to mush. Taylor swapped with him; her
lips, when they met Lisa's, were sharp with the tang of salt, from the sweat on
Lisa's breast. Her tongue met Lisa's, entwined with it, while Brian's lips and
teeth and tongue did gentle roughness to her other breast.
And while Aisha lapped and nibbled and drank of her streaming juices, their
hands roamed over her quivering body. She was caressed, fondled, probed and
squeezed, and every touch drove her into a higher and higher state arousal.
Her orgasm, when it hit, was spectacular; she felt fingers -Taylor's - sliding
between her labia, into her virginal entry, and she welcomed them with another
climax. They slid in and out of her as she arched her back and moaned her
release, and then a thumb began to rub at her engorged clitoris.
She lost count of her orgasms after that; all she knew was that she was being
worked over in the most pleasurable way possible. They took turns sucking at
her nipples, kissing her and eating her pussy; she found that she enjoyed that
the most when Taylor did it.
From the motions of Aisha’s mouth on her nipple, she was reasonably certain
that Brian had taken the opportunity to slide his erection into his sister’s
vagina, even while they were both working to pleasure Lisa. She wasn’t quite
sure if Brian came, but Aisha certainly did.
Finally, limp and panting on the chair, she found herself being picked up in
strong arms, held against a naked body, and carried from the living room. Brian
was doing the carrying, but neither Aisha nor Taylor ceased their delightful
molestation of her helpless body.
***
They placed her on the bed, her senses still blanked by the all-encompassing
darkness. She felt hands caressing her, fondling her breasts, fingers pinching
her nipples. A mouth descended upon hers, and she recognised Taylor’s; raising
her arms, she embraced the other girl, pulling her close, returning the kiss
avidly. Their lips parted, their tongues touched, and she felt another thrill
of arousal. Being divorced from all sensation except touch and taste was
turning out to be a huge turn-on for her; she ran her hands over Taylor’s body,
feeling her curves and hollows, her breasts and buttocks, as though noticing
them for the first time.
And then Taylor pulled away from her, to be replaced by Aisha. The younger girl
was a less experienced kisser, but made up for it with enthusiasm; Lisa giggled
as she play-wrestled with her, sliding her hand down to cup the taut young
buttocks, squeezing them suggestively.
She felt Taylor begin to eat her once more; her tongue slid slowly up and down
between her labia, tasting her juices, making Lisa arch her back and gasp with
sheer pleasure. Taylor’s tongue tasted her very entrance, then slid inside,
eliciting a sobbing moan from Lisa, before sliding back up to her clitoris.
Aisha kissed Lisa again, then commenced to suck and nibble at one breast, while
Brian did the same at the other. Their hands caressed her tingling body,
keeping her at the highest level of arousal, even as Taylor slowly kissed and
nibbled her way up Lisa’s body, spreading her thighs as she came. One of her
breasts dragged between Lisa’s labia, the nipple flicking her clitoris and
making her bite her lip.
When Taylor had almost come up far enough to reach Lisa’s lips with her own,
Lisa realised what her purpose was. Her hands, running over Taylor’s body, even
as Aisha and Brian were running their hands over her own body, found a strap
circling Taylor’s hips. And then she felt the tip of the dildo, prodding gently
at the opening of her soft and thoroughly aroused sex.
“No,” she whispered. “No.”
Taylor kissed her, reached down, rubbed the dildo up and down between her
labia, pressed again at her virgin entrance.
Lisa put her arms around Taylor, kissed her, and lifted her hips to allow
better entrance.
The dildo slipped inside her.
***
She felt it enter her, sliding into her vaginal passage so easily and smoothly
that the dildo must have been lubricated. Lisa had not had a hymen since an
incident on horseback years before, so she did not even have to worry about
that. She kissed Taylor passionately, dug her nails into the brunette’s back,
and gloried in the sensation of having sex, at so very long last.
When the dildo came to rest, so deep inside her that she could not believe it,
she felt so full, so engorged. She was so glad that it was Taylor, her best
friend, the girl whom she had befriended and saved, who was doing this to her.
With her.
Taylor began to work her hips, and Lisa’s mouth opened wide. Her eyes opened as
well, but she saw nothing. But she felt [i]everything.[/i]
The long dildo slid in and out of her, driving deep within her with every
stroke. Lisa clung to Taylor, sobbing with the intensity of her arousal,
wanting to love her back as thoroughly as Taylor was loving her. When the
orgasm hit, Lisa nearly lifted clean off the bed, and still Taylor was making
sweet, gentle love to her.
She put out her hand, and right beside them, she found Brian, on top of Aisha.
Feeling her way down, even as Taylor quickened her stroke, she located Aisha’s
spread thighs, Brian’s thick cock, pushing inside his sister’s tight young
pussy. As she came again, she pulled Aisha’s head to hers, sharing a kiss with
the younger girl, one that Aisha returned avidly.
Dazed by the second climax, she fell back on to the bed; moments later, Taylor
removed the dildo from inside her. Lisa whimpered in weak protest, only to feel
Aisha climbing on top of her. This time, she reached down, located the dildo
she knew was there, and helped Aisha guide it home.
Aisha was a different kind of lover to Taylor. She liked to push things hard
from the beginning, setting a fast tempo, biting and nipping and nibbling at
Lisa’s body. Lisa was caught up in it, returning the attentions and feeling her
next orgasm coming on fast. She ran her hands over Aisha’s sexy young body,
cupping her breasts and running her nails up and down Aisha’s back. Aisha
kissed her again, hard, lips mashing against lips, and drove the dildo deep
inside Lisa’s quivering vagina. Lisa came, hard, clinging to Aisha as she
blasted through one climax after the next.
Which of course meant that Brian was next. Lisa felt herself become aroused all
over again at the thought of the tall, muscular handsome young man having his
wicked way with her. So when he kissed her, his strong hands squeezing her
breasts and caressing her thighs, she felt her legs fall open all of their own
accord.
He took hold of her body, lifted her off the bed, and moved her sideways. A
moment later, she understood that she would be straddling him, taking his
rampant manhood into her from below. She felt his thick erection pressing
against her recently-deflowered vaginal entrance, and slowly pushed downward.
When he entered her, she thought that she would die from the sheer pleasure of
it. His meaty cock, so unlike a dildo, warm, throbbing inside her, sliding
upward into her hot slippery depths ... she felt him beginning to thrust into
her, holding her hips, and she moved with him. Running her hands over his
chest, she leaned forward; her lips found his in the darkness, and she kissed
him again and again, as his penis slid into her, over and over again.
“Thank you,” she told him soundlessly. “Thank you for this.”
And then she felt herself being caressed from the left and from the right, even
as she was being impaled by the hot thrusting penis from below, and she let
herself be taken by the sensations, kissing first Taylor and then Aisha,
feeling their hands cup and caress and fondle her body.
Taylor, in particular, seemed to be paying specific attention to her butt as it
rose and fell, her distended labia sliding up and down Brian’s prodigious
shaft. She didn’t understand at first, but then she felt her buttocks being
parted and a cool slippery fluid being rubbed on her tight anal pucker, she did
indeed understand.
“No,” she tried to protest. “No, not there. No, I can’t.”
But Brian pulled her down into a kiss, one that she could not resist,
especially when he began to thrust up into her harder and harder, making her
eyes open wide with the sensations. She kissed him, and barely noticed when
Taylor slid a finger into her tight anal passage, bringing lube with it. The
anal intrusion went on and on, and even began to feel pleasurable, Taylor’s
finger sliding in and out of her, timing to coincide with Brian’s thrusts into
the centre of her being.
Aisha’s hands were still cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipples, and running
over the rest of her body; when her nimble fingers began to rub and caress her
clitoris, Lisa gasped and felt her latest climax begin to take hold of her.
By the time it had subsided, she was slumped forward over the young man’s
muscular chest, still riding the high. Brian kissed her, nibbled her neck,
caressed her back. Too late, she felt Aisha pull her buttocks apart, and the
blunt head of Taylor’s dildo begin to intrude.
She tried to protest, tried to escape. But Brian’s steadily thrusting cock
destroyed all capacity for higher thought, and his arms easily blocked her
attempt to climb off of him. And then he kissed her, and she simply didn’t care
any more.
***
Taylor looked down at Lisa’s body, kneeling over Brian, his penis deep in her
vagina. A blot of black shadow covered her head and his, so that she could not
see or hear what was going on. Aisha grinned up at her as Taylor carefully
eased the bright pink artificial cock between Lisa’s spread-apart buttocks.
She leaned down and kissed the younger girl. Aisha kissed her back, then
lowered her mouth and sucked on Taylor’s nipple. Taylor groaned, pushing a
little more dildo into Lisa’s tightest hole, wanting to ram it all home, to
give Lisa a good hard fucking.
 
But she wasn’t going to do that. Not to Lisa. Not with her first anal
experience.
“Aisha,” she told the younger girl warningly, “do that again and when I get the
chance I’m gonna bend you over the bed and fuck your ass so hard you won’t know
if it’s Tuesday or lunchtime.”
“So long as you wear the wig, I don’t give a shit,” Aisha told her impudently.
“In fact ...” she leaned forward and whispered in Taylor’s ear. Taylor’s eyes
opened wide.
“Really?” asked the older girl.
Aisha nodded. “Really. If you want to.”
Taylor looked at her speculatively. “I might just,” she murmured. “I might
just.”
A warm pressure against her thighs warned her that she had slid the dildo as
far into Lisa’s tight anal passage as it would go; the fronts of her thighs
were pressed up against the backs of Lisa’s.
She took hold of Lisa’s hips, and began to thrust.
***
Lisa felt Taylor begin to thrust the dildo into her ass, over and over again,
and the sensation was beyond incredible. Having Brian’s penis deep inside her
vagina was one thing, but being double-penetrated by the two people she cared
for most in the world was ... mind-shattering.
“Oh god,” she moaned. “Oh god.”
Brian thrust up into her, harder and faster than ever, and she felt herself
responding; Taylor, from behind, thrust into her in a totally different
fashion, and her mind exploded into yet another orgasm.
She was being violated, penetrated, taken, from two different directions at
once. She should feel angry about the ambush, about the fact that she had been
given no choice at all. But all she felt was ... more.
“More,” she begged out loud. “More. Oh god, give me more.”
And that was when Brian and Taylor went into high gear. Lisa cried out as their
respective cocks, plastic and real alike, struck to her centre over and over
again. Her orgasm built and built, with Aisha adding sauce by reaching down
between them and rubbing her clitoris once more. She kissed the younger girl,
kissed her with all the ardour and desire she could manage.
And then the orgasm struck, blindingly so, blasting through every fibre of her
being. She went with it, carried along, even as her mind whited out from the
pleasure. The last thing she felt before she passed out was the thick jets of
cum as Brian ejaculated deep inside her, shooting wad after wad of his seed
into her quivering womb.
***
Lisa came to, slowly, uncertainly. She was naked, on the bed between a
similarly naked Taylor on one side, and Brian and Aisha on the other. Aisha was
face-down on the bed, as Brian worked his cock between her buttocks, slowly and
carefully. The girl’s face was hidden, but the soft groans of pleasure were
clearly audible.
Lisa looked at them, then back at Taylor. Taylor smiled at her, and caressed
her cheek. “How do you feel?” she asked softly.
Lisa did her best to ignore the cries of encouragement that she could hear from
behind her, and smiled back. “Incredible,” she murmured. “You’re all total
shitheads, but that was ... amazing. How did you get it past me?”
Taylor grinned. “I worked it out with Aisha, and as soon as Brian covered you
up, we filled him in. So you liked it?”
Lisa leaned in and kissed her, softly and gently. “I loved it. Especially when
you were making love to me. Really.”
“Hmm,” grinned Taylor wickedly. “So if we ambush you again sometime ...”
Lisa sighed and assumed a martyred expression. “I guess I’ll just have to let
you have your wicked way.”
But from the glint in her eye, she was already looking forward to it.
***** Lisa Redux *****
Chapter Summary
     Lisa escapes the sexy doings in the bedroom, and decides to have a
     shower. However, Brian follows her ...
Lisa stretched out naked on the bed, next to Taylor. She found her gaze
wandering over her best friend’s equally naked body, lingering on her small
breasts, her spare hips, her long legs.

Beside them, Aisha had her face in the bedclothes and her butt in the air as
she was thoroughly sodomised by her brother. His penis slid in and out of her
tight young ass like a thick meaty piston; from her repeated squeaks of
pleasure, she thoroughly approved of his actions.

She wondered at her own calmness regarding the nakedness, the sensuality as
Taylor’s hand caressed her side, the sheer animal lust as Brian fucked Aisha to
a screaming orgasm not three feet away. She watched with a certain level of
fascination as he grasped his younger sister’s hips, thrusting hard between her
taut buttocks, over and over again ... involuntarily, she rubbed her thighs
together.

Taylor kissed her gently, sweetly, lovingly. Lisa closed her eyes, felt the
kiss, felt Taylor’s hands on her, heard Brian’s grunts as he plunged into Aisha
yet again, as he began to cum inside her, spurting his hot, sticky sperm deep
inside her bowels. Aisha cried out as she came yet again, as Brian’s penis
filled her rectal passage up over and over again, her bowels liberally dosed
with his thick white seed ...

Lisa broke the kiss. “Sorry, sorry,” she muttered, rolling off the bed. “It’s
getting too much for me. Gotta clear my head.”

“That’s fine,” Taylor called after her as she hurried from the bedroom. “Take
your time.”

Lisa found the bathroom by dead reckoning and slipped inside. She leaned
against the wall with her hands on her knees, the ceramic tiles cold against
her bare butt, as she breathed deeply.

She was aware of her body; to be honest, she was aware of her body most of the
time, but right at this moment, she was truly aware of it. The sweat trickling
down her face, the ratty tangles of her hair, the gently bob and sway of her
breasts, the warm throb of Taylor’s teeth-marks in her nipples – when did
Taylor have the chance to bite my nipples, and why does it feel so good? – the
gentle feeling of warmth deep inside her, the slight tenderness that was the
result of being thoroughly taken in both of her orifices ...

Wow, she realised belatedly. I had sex. I really had sex. Several times. And it
was ...

Lisa was not usually lost for words. This time, she had to admit that what she
was looking for was a close match between ‘stupendous’, ‘amazing’ and ‘mind-
blowing’. She had reached orgasm before, of course, through masturbation,
although even that had to be performed in a locked room with a minimum of
outside stimuli. But what had happened with her and Aisha and Brian, the result
of it ... could not be simply called an orgasm. Her mind had been well and
truly expanded – or perhaps stretched, like my poor abused ass, she thought
with a silent giggle – and things would never be the same again.

Still pondering, she stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water. The
stream cleared her head and let her think clearly through what had happened to
her.

Had she been seduced or raped? When she had said no, and they had gone ahead
anyway, was it non-consensual sex, or simply doing what her body wanted to do
before her mind knew what it wanted?

She didn’t know the legal definitions, but she knew one thing.

If she’d known what was going to happen to her, and how good she would feel at
the end of it, she would have been the first one to take her clothes off.

She was slowly soaping her body down, enjoying the sensual feeling of her hands
on her body, when suddenly the lights went out.

At the same time, the sound of the shower splashing in the tub was cut to a
fraction of what it was before.

She knew exactly what that meant.

Seconds later, her surmise was proven correct when strong arms encircled her
from behind.

***

Taylor kissed Aisha; the younger girl smiled lazily and reached up to run her
hands through the blonde wig that Taylor was wearing.

“Oh yeah,” she murmured. “You’re wearing your ‘fuck me’ wig now. What do you
want to do with me?”

Taylor leaned over and told her, in between nibbling on her nipples and
performing similar lewd acts upong her sexy body. Aisha giggled.

“You’re really sick and perverted. I love it.”

***

Lisa leaned back against the tall strong male body in the shower with her. She
could see nothing, and hear barely anything, but his hands on her body were
inflaming her like she could not believe.

Strong fingers cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples almost to the point
of pain; she felt his hand caressing her labia, fingers parting them, touching
her, rubbing her clitoris. When one slid inside her, she gasped and felt her
knees go weak.

She felt herself turned around, her chin lifted, lips press against hers. Hot
water ran down her face as she returned the kiss, her arms wrapped tightly
around his body, her hands exploring his impressive musculature.

His tongue was a live thing, exploring her mouth, engaging her tongue in a mock
duel in which they were both the winners. His warm, hard body, pressed against
hers, excited her in a way she had not even imagined possible. Reaching down,
she found his thick manhood, already well on the way to full erection.
Impossible to ignore, she felt it pressing up between them, demanding her
attention.

As if in a dream, she slid to her knees, wrapped both her hands around the
throbbing almost-live thing that sprang from his loins. She brought her mouth
to it, licking it, tasting it, suckling on it, accepting it between her lips.

Huh. I’m giving him head after we had sex. That’s different.

She felt his reactions through the muscular twitches in his body. He was
enjoying this, a lot. She grinned privately, and worked on him some more,
bringing his arousal to a fever pitch, and keeping it there.

Ambush me, will you?

She could literally feel his groans reverberating through his body as she
sucked and licked and teased his twitching member; it gave her a heady feeling
of power.

And then she was being lifted, lifted by two strong hands under her armpits,
lifted and pressed back against the warm tiled wall of the shower cubicle. Her
feet left the floor, and she knew what he was going to do to her. She lifted
her legs, spread them, lifted her knees as high as she could.

She felt the thick penis prodding, seeking entry into her recently deflowered
vagina, pressing on the soft, yielding entrance.

“Yes ...” she moaned. “Oh, yes ...”

And then, just as he began to lower her, her body twitched forward, and his
cock nestled between her buttocks instead. Pressed on her tiny brown pucker,
her tightest hole. Began to penetrate her.

“Oh!” she gasped. “Oh! No, not –“

And then the head popped inside her, and she couldn’t speak. Her eyes and mouth
were open wide, at the sensation of being anally penetrated by that huge, that
monstrous erection.

She slid down on to him, clinging to him, his massive cock spreading her
buttocks far apart, pushing into her, driven up inside her sensitive anal
passage by her own weight.

When she finally came to rest, the delicate bridge of flesh between her vagina
and her anus resting on the base of his thick erection, she was quite unable to
speak.

He kissed her, to which she responded, and then he began to slide in and out of
her.

Stars, galaxies, universes of flashes of light, went off behind her eyes. It
had been amazing when Taylor had deflowered her ass so gently, so lovingly. But
to be taken like this, with gentle roughness, impaled upon his thick member,
blew her previous experiences out of the metaphorical water.

***

Taylor lay across the bed, her hands fastened behind her with fluffy handcuffs.
She wasn’t quite sure why she was fastened like this, but that was the way it
was. She was also wearing tiny, wispy panties. It was the only thing she was
wearing.

She felt a smack across her ass. She was sure she’d just been smacked. But
there was no-one there. How could she be smacked if there was no-one there? It
came again, or it didn’t. All she knew was that a delightful sensation, of
being punished, or not, was building up in her nether regions, and she was
rather enjoying it.

***

Aisha giggled as she spanked Taylor’s ass as hard as she could. She had her
forget-me field on; she’d had it on as she dressed Taylor in the tiniest
panties she could find, and put the cuffs on her. In the panties, the cuffs and
the wig, Taylor was about as sexy as she could be without being a natural
blonde. And with her ass turning redder by the second from the repeated
spanking, she was looking sexier by the second.

***

Somehow they had gotten turned around; Lisa was on all fours, while Brian
continued to sodomise her from behind. His strong hands on her hips, his
powerful strokes, the feeling of his thick cockowning her soft, yielding
buttocks, stretching her anal passage, it all contributed to a tremendous level
of arousal.

She arched her back as he slid his penis deep inside her ass, pumping at her,
over and over again, taking her anal virginity anew with each stroke, or so it
felt. Somehow she knew that her ass would be burning after this session.
Somehow, it didn’t matter in the slightest.

She climaxed, clenching her rectal muscles around his intruding member. He
groaned ... and thrust harder. The top of her head nearly came off with the
firecracker string of orgasms that rippled through her body as a result.

***

Tayor arched her back and cried out as she climaxed; she wasn’t sure why, or
what was going on, but her ass felt sore. A good kind of sore. And she was
feeling more and stranger sensations by the second.

Aisha kissed Taylor and caressed her butt as she eased the naughty little
panties down and off her nicely reddened ass. As Taylor twitched and moaned in
her spasms of pleasure, Aisha rubbed lubricant between her buttocks, sliding
one finger and then two into her tight asshole.

As she buckled on the dildo, she grinned. Taylor had asked for this, and by god
she was going to get what she had asked for.

***

Lisa lay on her back in the tub, her thighs open. Brian lay on top of her, his
penis firmly embedded between her labia, thrusting deeply into her wet and
willing vagina. Hot water fell on her face; she didn’t care. Brian kissed her
as he fucked her with long, powerful strokes; she returned the kisses, and
bucked her hips up to meet the strokes. He raised a little off of her then,
still sliding his penis into her slippery wetness.

And then the darkness was gone, and she looked up at his face, and then down,
to see his cock driving into her, over and over again. She could feel it, she
could see it, she could hear the shower pouring around them. Her eyes were
taken by the play of muscles as his abdominals bunched, giving power to the
strokes as he thrust deeply inside her, again and again ...

She arched her back and came, again and again. The flood of sensations, of
connections, of insights, only fuelled her orgasms.

And then the darkness was back, as if it had never been gone. And Brian was
still on top of her, still pumping his thick penis deep inside her again-
climaxing vaginal passage.

He rammed into her harder and harder, almost painfully, and then, just before
he came inside her, he dropped the darkness again.

She clung to him as his penis slammed all the way up inside her, and erupted,
hitting another climax herself. She felt the hot spurts of his cum jetting into
her womb, over and over, as he continued to thrust, his erection driving into
her.

***

Taylor felt something intrude between her buttocks, but whenever she tried to
figure out what it was, to focus on it, her attention slid elsewhere. Thus,
Aisha had her fucked halfway to an orgasm before she finally managed to get her
head together. And by then it was far too late.

Face pressed into the bedclothes, hands fastened behind her, she had no choice
but to accept, to allow, the mysterious attentions, the sensations which
plunged into her twitching ass, deeply into her rectal passage. Over and over
again.

By the time she hit her fifth climax, she didn’t care anymore. For all she
knew, she was being gang-banged by ass-crazy poltergeists. Whatever it was,
she loved it.

Aisha held on to Taylor’s hips and fucked her steadily, watching the long,
slender body twitch, hearing the moans, as the plastic cock slid deeply between
Taylor’s buttocks, over and over again.

It gave her a massive turn-on, watching the blonde wig sway back and forth as
she slid the dildo between Taylor’s well-spanked buttocks, making her cry out
and climax over and over again.

As Taylor shuddered into yet another orgasm, Aisha felt one course through her
own body; fucking Taylor like this was so hot.

***

Lisa lay next to Brian in the tub, her arms around him, his around her body.
She kissed him gently, then leaned her head against his chest.

“Thank you for this,” she murmured. “Thank you for showing me what it’s like.”

He kissed her again. “Hey,” he grinned. “You’re pretty damn good yourself.”

She kissed him again, then reached down to stroke his member back to life.

“Turn off the lights,” she told him decisively.

Grinning, he did so.
***** The Return of Regent *****
Chapter Summary
     Alec returns to find his friends having wild sex with one another. He
     is understandably upset about this ...
Alec parked his car out at the front of Brian's apartment building. He'd been
busy over the last few days; between that and a few willing bedmates in his own
area, he hadn't even given Aisha much of a thought since the night he'd watched
her help Taylor seduce Brian. Or had Brian seduced Taylor? It didn't matter
much, either way.

As he got out of the car, he tapped into the link that he now had with Aisha,
ever since she had allowed him to take control of her body. And what he had
done with that control … he felt himself grow hard at the thought. Brian's
sister was just as perverted as Alec was; perhaps more so. Which, considering
his upbringing, was quite a feat.

What he saw then removed any doubts about Aisha's level of perversity. She was
up on one of the armchairs on her knees, leaning with her arms and chest on the
back rest. This was because the short sun-dress she was wearing – without any
underwear – had been pushed up under her armpits, and she was being vigorously
fucked; a long phallus was thrusting between her soft, yielding labia, deep
into her wet pussy, while someone's hips slapped against her ass from behind.

Even as he reached the outside door of the building, he could feel her
approaching climax; the hands on her hips were pulling her back toward whoever
was screwing her so very effectively, and her eyes were already rolling back in
her head from sheer pleasure.

He grinned as he pressed the buzzer; Aisha, or whoever she was fucking, was
going to have to stop, in order to answer the call. It's a dick move, but then,
I never claimed to be nice.

To his surprise, Aisha did not stop gyrating her hips around the cock that was
claiming her pussy, over and over again. In fact, she began to climax, arching
her back and letting out a long, incoherent moan.

And then the buzzer was answered; in the background, he could even hear Aisha's
ongoing climax.

“Yeah?” It was Brian's voice.

“It's me. Can I come up?”

There was a touch of amusement in Brian's voice. “Sure. Come on in.” The door
latch clicked.

Alec had pushed open the door and started up the stairs before realisation
struck. Holy fuck. Aisha's getting fucked silly in the living room, and Brian
isn't paying a blind bit of attention? What the fuck is going on up there?

He reached the appropriate floor, and knocked on the door. A moment later, the
lock clicked, and he turned the handle. The door opened easily, and he slipped
in, closing the door behind him. It was only then that he took in the scene
before him, and his jaw slowly dropped open.

Aisha was slumped over the armchair back, and it was Lisa – Lisa! - behind her,
screwing her well-used pussy with what Alec assumed to be a strap-on dildo. As
for Brian, he had Taylor, both of them as naked as the day they were born, up
against the wall. She had her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist,
and (presumably) his fully erect penis where it would do her the most good. As
Alec watched, he continued stroking into her, driving her into the wall, making
the pictures shake and rattle.

Her head rolled back as his hips thrust powerfully, pushing his erect manhood
hard up inside her tight sweet wetness, fucking her steadily and relentlessly.

She came first, but it was a close thing; Alec watched her nails rake his back,
her back stiffen and arch as the sensations blasted through her. Moments later,
he let out a muted shout, and she gasped again, slumping in his grasp as his
hips twitched convulsively.

By the time Taylor recovered, Aisha had climbed off the chair and was stripping
off the sundress. Lisa was helping her, the dildo still jutting from her hips.
Brian let Taylor down on to a chair, where he allowed his softening penis to
slide from between her reddened labia.

“Hey, Alec,” Aisha greeted him, with a cheeky grin.

“Alec,” Brian noted, giving him a nod.

Lisa went and slid on to the armchair beside Taylor, and began to fondle her
breasts, before they both greeted Alec as well.

“What the fuck is going on?” demanded Alec. “Have you guys just been fucking
since I was last here?”

“Well, no, not really,” Taylor explained, pulling Lisa on to her lap and
starting to unstrap the dildo. “After Aisha got Brian to fuck me, she went into
Brian's bedroom after and had sex with him. Then, when I came over the next
day, Brian and I had sex again.”

“And then, after that, we all started having sex together,” Aisha chimed in,
sidling up to Brian and rubbing up against him. “When Lisa came over, I was
playing with her, then we got her into the bedroom and started breaking down
her inhibitions.”

“Which aren't totally gone, or even mostly,” Lisa agreed. “But having sex is
more fun than I had really understood, and if we take care, I can stand it.
Brian's darkness really helps a lot.”

“That's an understatement,” Aisha giggled, playing with Brian's penis. “I think
he's had his cock inside all our pussies and all our butts.”

Alec shook his head staring from one naked person to the next. “I don't
understand you guys,” he complained. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Alec … “ began Aisha apprehensively.

“No, seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?” demanded. “This
is wrong! Brian, seriously. How the living goddamn hell could you even think of
fucking your sister's ass without even giving me a call first? Or Taylor?
Or Lisa? For fuck's sake! Didn't you think for just one moment that I might
want to get in on some of that action?”

Aisha rolled her eyes. “Oh. Right. Gotcha. You had me worried for a minute
there.” She went to her knees and started sucking on Brian's prick; the half-
hard penis began to stiffen with impressive speed.

Taylor, for her part, slid out from under Lisa; the latter divined her
intention immediately, and shared a kiss with her. As Taylor sashayed toward
Alec, the blonde spread her legs and began to tease her labia and clitoris with
the dildo.

“If you want to 'get in on' this action, Alec,” purred Taylor, “you're going to
have to get rid of some of that clothing. Like, all of it.”

He gulped; used to the shy, virginal Taylor, he was not prepared for the
changes that several days of intense sexual experimentation had wrought in her.
Gone were her inhibitions; gone, indeed, was her clothing. Her body was taut,
lean; her legs long and shapely. Even her breasts, small and high, looked
unbearably erotic with their tiny, hard pink nipples.

She pressed up against him, wrapping one leg around his. Her arms went around
his neck, and he was abruptly aware that she was a little taller than him. She
wasn't wearing her glasses, but he supposed that at this range, she didn't need
them.

“Come on,” she murmured. “Let's go to the bedroom.”

She took him by the hand; he did not resist.

<><>

Alec lay back on the queen-sized bed, wondering if he had died and gone to
Heaven. He was almost as naked as Taylor now; he had needed no urging to
disrobe, and her nimble fingers had assisted him in this task. All that he wore
now were his underpants, which she had told him to keep on.

Outside, in the living room, he overheard Aisha's cries of pleasure as she
resumed her sexual adventures. But then his attention was brought back to the
here and now, as Taylor crawled up over his legs. He felt her taut nipples
brushing his thighs, and his erection swelled within his underwear.

She kept on coming, brushing first her breasts and then her belly over his
cloth-covered penis, until she was full-length on top of him. He kissed her,
and she responded, straddling his hips and pressing her warm, moist sex on to
his trapped erection, grinding down on him until he thought the top of his head
was going to explode. Her hands ran over his chest and belly, then around under
him, pulling him close, as her lips moulded to his, her tongue deep in his
mouth.

By the time she broke the kiss, he wasn't seeing straight; she grinned as he
continued to fondle her breasts and body. Then she slid back down to his groin,
and gently teased his underwear down a little. His penis, thoroughly erect by
now, popped out of its confinement, standing stiffly upright, all but demanding
attention. Slowly, gently, her lips descended on his rigid manhood, enveloping
it with warmth and softness and a thoroughly naughty tongue.

As she began to suckle on his hard cock, he arched his back and groaned in
pleasure …

<><>

Brian's erection was at full hardness once more before Brian pulled her off
him. “Keep that up, you'll have cum in your mouth, but none in your pussy,” he
scolded her.

“And we can't have that, can we?” asked Tattletale. The dildo strapped around
her hips once more, she lifted Aisha to her feet and held her from behind,
hands cupping and squeezing her firm, young breasts. Aisha's breath hitched in
her throat as Lisa nipped gently at the side of her neck.

“Oh … yes … “ she moaned as she felt Lisa's hands on her ass, spreading the
cheeks, smearing lube around her tight sphincter; two fingers popped inside
her, and she clenched down on them.

“Mmm,” purred the blonde. “You want this so bad, don't you?”

“Ngh,” whimpered Aisha, feeling Lisa's slippery fingers sliding in and out of
her ass, in and out, in and out.

“I'll take that as a yes,” Lisa breathed, and helped Brian lift Aisha. The
younger girl spread her legs and reached down between them; as the head of
Brian's impressive erection came level with her eager young pussy, Aisha guided
it on to target. Brian began to lower her, and she gasped as the blunt head of
Brian's cock pushed between her arousal-slick labia.

She wrapped her legs around Brian's waist; she gasped again as, behind her,
Lisa held the dildo so that the tip pressed between her now-spread buttocks.
Against her her tight brown rosebud sphincter.

As she slid down, slowly, inexorably, on to Brian's erection, she felt the
dildo pop inside her. It began to penetrate her tight ass, as thoroughly as her
brother's incestuous penis was penetrating her almost equally tight vaginal
canal, and she cried out in pleasure.

When Lisa began to thrust into her from behind, and Brian from in front,
she really started getting vocal.

<><>

Alec groaned. Taylor's talented lips around his penis were driving him almost
insane. He'd had sex many times before, sometimes even when he was in the same
bed as someone, and he'd had his cock sucked even more times. For an amateur,
Taylor was pretty damn good at it, he had to admit. He wondered briefly just
how many times she had sucked Brian's cock over the last few days to get to
this level of capability. Then he stopped wondering altogether, as the pent-up
pressure in his erection reached danger levels, and he arched his back and
blew.

Taylor gulped his cum, swallowing it as fast as his cock spurted into her mouth
and throat. Her lips slid off of his shaft, and she darted her tongue out to
fetch an errant drop of his semen from the corner of his mouth. He panted as he
lay back, the awesome sensation spreading through him.

“Oh god,” he groaned. “I seriously needed that.”

“Well, I hope you're not going home any time soon,” she murmured, lying
alongside him and caressing his now-limp penis, “because I've got plans for
this bad boy.” She kissed him, and slowly rubbed her body up against his. Alec
kissed her back, putting his arms around her and putting his all into it.
Arousal drove through him, and he felt himself responding to her touch,
stiffening under her hand.

I can't believe I ever called her a dork, he thought fleetingly.

<><>

Brian lay back on the sofa, with Aisha straddling him. His penis slid up
between her thighs, deep into her hot slippery wetness, almost making his eyes
cross with the sensations that her clenching muscles aroused in him. Behind her
– a position that Aisha highly approved of – Lisa held her hips, while her
strap-on dildo continued to drive between Aisha's widely-spread buttocks,
plunging into her ass, over and over again.

“Fuck -” gasped Aisha. “Fuck – yes – god – fuck – yes -”

She had started cumming long since, and was continuing to do so at semi-regular
intervals. All coherent thought was burned from her brain; the only thing that
allowed her to retain her control over her power was the knowledge that if she
let it go, Lisa and Brian would stop doing this.

Even as her brother's powerful cock drove into her pussy, and Lisa vigorously
sodomised her with a plastic phallus, she felt Brian's hands on her breasts,
his fingers on her clitoris, and she arched her back and came again,
powerfully.

And then Brian pulled her down on to him, his large penis driving deep into her
yielding vaginal canal, and she cried out as he began to cum inside her. Lisa's
thrusts never ceased as Aisha climaxed yet again; Brian's semen jetted deep
inside Aisha's body, wad after wad of it spurting into her quivering young
womb.

She slumped forward as, finally, Lisa slowly withdrew the strap-on from her
ass. Even sliding out of her, it felt so damn good.

“Wow,” murmured Brian. “I think we finally managed to fuck her to a
standstill.”

Lisa grinned and kissed him. “She'll be back. But you might want to rest for a
bit. I think Taylor will be wanting a double-penetration with Alec before long.
And I wouldn't say no to one myself, with appropriate preparation.”

“And of course, Aisha herself will make my life hell if we don't do it with her
in every way possible,” Brian noted. “Okay, fine. Can you help me with …
thanks.”

Lisa was already lifting the semi-conscious Aisha off of her brother; his
flaccid member slid out of her thoroughly-fucked pussy and slapped on to his
leg.

Aisha gave Lisa a silly grin. “Fuckin' wow,” she mumbled. “I think my ass has a
concussion.”

Lisa kissed her as she sat the girl up on the sofa. “Well, you'll just have to
give me one in return,” she murmured. “Maybe you can tie me up first.”

“Oooh,” Aisha responded. “I like that idea a lot. But before that I want you to
dress up in your costume, so I can push you up against the wall and unzip you
from it.”

Lisa gave her a heavy-lidded smile. “It's a deal.”

<><>

Alec gasped as Taylor, now straddling him, lowered herself slowly on to his
throbbing erection. She moaned softly as the tip of his penis parted her
swollen labia, pressing into her yielding vagina. The warmth, the tightness,
the slipperiness of her, all made him fully aware that had she not given him
that blowjob earlier, he would probably be cumming already.

But he wasn't; his penis, fully erect, was now sliding into her as she bore
down upon him. Her hot, tight, slippery depths enclosed him, drew him into
herself, consumed him; he groaned, grasped her hips, thrust upward into her.

“Oh yes,” she groaned. “Yes, like that.” Her vaginal muscles contracted,
clamping around him, giving him an exquisite feeling like no other, as she
ground down upon him. Then, with her hands on his chest, she began to rock her
hips back and forth, side to side, working his penis inside her vagina, making
his eyes cross with the amazing sensations.

He reached up with one hand, cupping first one breast and then the other; she
breathed more heavily as he squeezed the firm flesh, pinched her nipple
lightly. His other hand slid down her belly to where his manhood impaled her;
she arched her back and cried out as he began to rub at her clitoris.

Her movements became faster, more frantic, as she drew closer to climax; he did
his best to move with her, to drive his urgent erection deeper into her warm
soft wetness, to sheathe himself more completely within her willing body.

She drove herself against him again and again, letting out little cries of
pleasure as his fingers worked expertly at the hard little nub of her clitoris;
and then she came, her head falling back, another cry escaping her throat as
she ground down upon him. He couldn't hold back for much longer himself, but he
could do something else.

Pulling her down to him, he held her tightly, pushing her legs down from his
hips. In her extremity, she divined his meaning and moved with him, allowing
him to roll them both over, so that she ended on her back, and him on top of
her. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she looked up at him, her eyes
unfocused, her hair wildly strewn over the bedclothes.

“Please … “ she gasped.

He summoned his remaining strength and began to thrust into her, harder and
harder, deeper and deeper, holding her shoulders so that he did not push her
farther up the bed. She grunted with each stroke; he felt her nails digging
into his back, heard her broken voice encouraging him. She climaxed under him,
her back arching, her heels digging into his buttocks, and then he came
himself.

At the point of orgasm, he drove himself into her, all the way to the hilt, so
that she cried out under him. He felt his scrotum clench, felt the heat of his
semen blasting up the length of his erection. Felt the spurts, his cum jetting
deep inside Taylor's body, as he thrust into her again and again. She was
sobbing, kissing him, holding him tightly, as he came inside her, his hips
still thrusting, the hot liquid filling her tight young pussy.

Slowly, he subsided, the frenzy of action over. They held one another as he
rolled off of her, his limp cock sliding from between her legs.

“Wow,” he breathed. “That was … beyond belief.”

She giggled and kissed him again. “Stick around,” she murmured. “You ain't seen
nothing yet.”
***** Coming Full Circle *****
Chapter Summary
     Alec shows them where they've been going wrong, and how to do it
     right. More sex ensues.
"Okay, seriously, guys," Alec told them, and paused to kiss Aisha. "You've been
doing this all wrong." He leaned back on the sofa and groaned as Taylor's mouth
descended upon his erection.
Brian, whose lap Aisha was straddling, with his erection starting to poke up
between them, frowned then kissed his sister. “What do you mean?” he asked. “I
think we've been doing pretty well so far. I haven't had any complaints.”
Aisha kissed him again, rubbing her belly against his burgeoning erection.
“Nope, no complaints here, big brother,” she purred.
Taylor said nothing, given that her mouth was full, but she gave a thumbs-up as
well. Lisa, sitting opposite the sofa in an armchair, tilted her head. “What do
you mean, all wrong? I've been enjoying myself, and this is the first time that
I've ever been able to enjoy sex.”
Alec went to speak, but groaned again. Gently, he urged Taylor to lift her
mouth from his straining erection. “Okay, that's enough for now,” he told her,
running his hands over her body; she arched her back as he cupped her small
breast, pinching her nipple gently.
Alec paused to take a moment to catch his breath, even as Aisha lifted herself
up so that Brian could slip his thick erection into place between her firm
young thighs. Her delicate labia spread under the fleshy assault of his hard
cock, and she moaned softly as she slid down on to him.
“I mean,” Alec went on, “you're just fucking. You're not organised, you're not
thinking about who you're fucking and how, and you're not planning on ways to
make it more fun.”
“Organised?” asked Taylor, from where she was caressing Aisha's breasts and
clitoris, causing the younger girl to arch her back dramatically. “But
it's sex. How do you organise that?”
“For one thing,” Alec told her, “we figure out what people really want, and do
it to them and with them. Things that they really aren't sure if they want to
ask for, themselves.” He eyed Lisa. “For instance, Aisha really wants to slowly
strip you out of your costume, then fuck you senseless. Whereas you want to be
blindfolded, tied up so that you can't struggle free, then fucked hard. For
herself, Aisha wants to be spanked, hard, by you.”
“Okay, smartass,” Taylor challenged, her hands never losing their devastating
rhythm on Aisha's body, “what do I want?”
“Double penetration, me and Brian,” Alec retorted immediately. “Also, you want
Lisa to take you to bed and make love to you.”
Taylor coloured and glanced across at Lisa, who looked back at her. “Yeah, I've
known it for some time,” she confirmed. “When you joined the Undersiders, if
I'd made a move on you, you would've been awkward and shy and maybe turned me
down at first, but if I'd asked you a second time you would've accepted.”
“But I'm not gay,” mumbled Taylor, her gaze dropping toward the floor. “Or at
least, I didn't used to be.”
“No, you're not,” Lisa agreed. “Despite the fact that you and Aisha have spent
the last few days fucking each others' brains out. You're just really, really
needy for someone to be close to. And after a few orgasms, your brain's
decided, 'what the fuck' and has decided to go with the flow.”
“Me, I don't care,” Alec declared. “With my power, I've experienced sex as a
woman, as a gay guy, as a lesbian and as a straight guy, and I have to say,
it's fun no matter what goes where or who does what to whom.”
Brian, who had apparently been paying attention to the conversation, despite
Aisha's very adept distraction, slowed down the rhythm of his thrusting to make
a comment. “So what, you're hot for my ass? Because sorry, I like you but I
don't swing that way.”
Alec shook his head with a chuckle. “I won't force you, but I'll suck your cock
if you want, and if it happened to be a dark room and someone was bending over
for you to fuck their ass, would you care very much if it was my ass instead of
Taylor's?”
He never got an answer; instead, Taylor slithered up on to his lap. His penis
was still solidly erect, and he felt the hot slipperiness as she guided it to
her tight wet pussy. As she slid down on to him, she murmured into his ear,
“I'll let you bend me over in a dark room … “
Taking hold of her hips, he made good use of the height difference to latch his
lips on to her nipples; she arched her back and groaned as he suckled and
nipped at them, even as his urgent erection thrust up inside her, over and over
again.
As her fingers tangled in his hair, and her repeated moans of pleasure
resounded in his ears, he spotted Lisa watching both fornicating couples;
almost secretively, two of her fingers were between her legs, rubbing, stroking
…
<><>
“So why did we all have to get dressed again, just to eat?” demanded Aisha. “I
was kind of getting used to being all naked.”
“For the same reason we all had a shower. Separately, even,” Alec told her. “So
we could start fresh, and enjoy this all the more. Also, so Brian and I could
recover. You and Taylor kind of took it out of us.”
Taylor, beside him, giggled suddenly. “I should hope so,” she murmured.
“So what happens after dinner?” asked Brian, serving up the portions.
“Not too much,” Alec warned him. “We don't want to feel too full, after.” He
paused, then went on. “After dinner, we sit around and talk. Maybe watch some
TV. Aisha sits next to Lisa, and you and I flank Taylor on the sofa. We start
getting each other in the mood, and then we move to the bedrooms for the next
act. You've got handcuffs?”
“And a blindfold,” agreed Aisha readily.
“Good,” Alec told her. “Cuff her, blindfold her, take her into the bedroom or
bathroom – actually, Taylor, has Brian fucked you in the shower yet?”
“Actually, no,” she admitted. “He's fucked Lisa and Aisha there, and Aisha and
I have fucked there, but not me and Brian.”
“Well then, we'll be using it for your double penetration,” Alec declared.
“Sorry, Aisha. You're just going to have to use your bedroom for Lisa.”
“Hey, when do I get my double?” demanded Aisha. “You're my boyfriend, after
all.”
“If you're going to claim prior rights on me, I'm going to have to ask that you
stop fucking your brother,” Alec returned, deadpan. “No? Okay, then. No
boyfriends, no prior claims. We're all equals as far as sex goes. And as for
when you get your double, just as soon as you and Lisa have finished pleasuring
each other, and we've recovered from violating Taylor.”
“Violating?” Taylor laughed out loud. “Oh, man. This is a violation that I'm
kind of looking forward to.”
“And after we've done Aisha, would you be interested, Lisa?” asked Brian.
The blonde thought about it. “It depends on how I'm feeling after Aisha's
finished with me. I'll need to be blindfolded and tied up again, of course. But
we'll see how I do without your darkness around me.”
“And while we're doing that … “ Alec leaned over and whispered to Taylor. Her
eyes opened, and she looked straight over at Aisha.
“Really?” she asked.
Alec nodded. “It's what she really wants.”
“What?” asked Aisha. “What do I really want?”
Taylor smiled, slowly. “You'll see,” she promised.
Aisha stuck her tongue out at her.
<><>
Taylor turned her head so that Brian could kiss her gently on the lips. She was
seated on the sofa between him and Alec, and the knowledge of what they were
going to soon do to her was slowly driving her crazy. From the other side, Alec
ran his hand gently up her stomach, over her breast, where he gently caressed
and squeezed it through the thin cloth; she gasped as he gently tweaked her
nipple.
“Oh, by the way,” he murmured, “Aisha really wants to suck on your nipples,
too.”
“How do you know this stuff?” she asked, already feeling additional warmth
blooming in her lower belly at the thought. She certainly wouldn't be averse to
the idea.
“I might come across as not caring,” he replied, then nipped her earlobe just
hard enough to make her gasp again, “but I've been in so many orgies it's not
funny. I've fucked all of my sisters and most of my brothers, or been fucked by
them. Just from the way you guys look at each other, or react when you're
looked at, I can work out most of your buttons.”
Taylor tried to keep track of what he was saying, but she was distracted by
Brian's strong hand on her thigh; slowly it slid upward, pushing the lower hem
of her sundress with it. She felt her thighs falling open, and was utterly sure
that there was a large patch of wetness on the cloth already, and more to come.
As Alec leaned in to gently bite and nibble at her neck, causing her to arch
her back and run her hand down his belly to where his erection strained at his
jeans, she saw Lisa and Aisha opposite; the two girls were ensconced in the
same chair, with Aisha in Lisa's lap. They were exchanging slow, gentle kisses,
while Aisha coaxed Lisa's costume zipper down, one notch at a time.
“Oh god,” groaned Taylor. “Fuck it. Let's go have that shower, right now.”
“Not yet,” Alec told her. “Brian and I are going to be eating you first.”
Taylor didn't have to be told twice; she slid forward on the sofa, and allowed
Brian to lift her sundress over her waist. Of course, she wasn't wearing
anything in the way of underwear. Alec leaned over and kissed her, pushing the
sundress up farther while Brian got between her legs, putting her thighs up on
his shoulders.
She arched her back and moaned as his tongue got to work on her; it slithered
up between her reddened, swollen labia, eliciting sparks and flashes of pure
pleasure. When it reached her throbbing clitoris, she nearly lifted clear off
of the sofa. A few flicks of his tongue drove her into her first orgasm, and
she cried out again as Alec began suckling on her small breasts, her
exquisitely sensitive nipples.
Her juices were flowing heavily now, and she wrapped her legs around Brian's
neck as he performed wonders with his agile tongue. Her eyes opened wide as he
slid it down farther and probed at her freshly-washed anus, teasing her
smallest opening and making her squirm with anticipation.
And then he was back to her pussy, lapping at her musky effusions, stroking his
tongue up and down between her labia before sliding it into her tight young
pussy opening, to drive her into another climax.
<><>
Her body was thrumming with pleasure by the time Alec tapped Brian on the
shoulder. “Go get the shower ready,” he suggested. “I'll finish getting Taylor
in the mood.”
“I'm already inthe mood,” panted Taylor. “Oh god, am I in the mood.” She sat
forward and lifted the sundress over her head, leaving her naked. “Fuck me here
on the sofa, both of you,” she told them. “I don't care about the stupid
shower.”
“Oh, you will,” Alec told her. “Go on, Brian.”
As Brian reluctantly left, Alec gently pushed Taylor back to lie on the sofa.
He began to lick and lap at her; she arched her back again and again as his
talented tongue elicited more and more pleasure from her centre. She became
aware that he was rubbing something on her ass; looking fuzzily down, she saw
he had a tube of some sort in his hand.
“What's that?” she asked, then knew as soon as he pushed his finger into her
ass. She felt her tight anal sphincter spread easily, and realised that he was
lubing up her ass. As his fingers slid in and out of her, she bit her lip and
moaned with the pleasure. “Fuck, god, yes,” she panted. “Bend me over the sofa.
I want you to fuck me in the ass so bad.”
“Later, maybe,” he murmured, shoving his fingers in extra deep, so that she
caught her breath. “For now, I think I'll just tease you a little.” She arched
her back again as his lips closed over the hard nub of her clitoris, and
pleasure exploded through her brain once more.
She came down from that orgasm with Alec, now as unclothed as she was, helping
her toward the bathroom, where the shower and Brian were waiting. Whimpering
with desire, she did not resist in the slightest.
<><>
“Now, you sure you want to go through with this?”
Lisa lay on the bed with Aisha; both were dressed, but Aisha was barely so.
Aisha was holding her hands, looking into her eyes. She considered Aisha's
question, then measured it against the level of arousal she currently felt.
“I … “ she began. My body wants to say 'yes', but my mind is about to say 'no'
at any moment now.
“Hah!” crowed Aisha. “Trick question!” Lisa blinked; she now had handcuffs on,
and they were fastened to the head of the bed, her arms stretched over her
head.
“Wait -” began Lisa, but then she felt herself being pushed on to her back, and
Aisha was straddling her. Wearing just a thong and a microscopic top, the
younger girl leered down at her. “You're all mine. I have wanted to do this
for so damn long.”
The blindfold went over Lisa's eyes next, cutting out all visual input. All she
had next was hearing, smell … and touch.
“I don't know what it is,” Aisha told her as Lisa felt the first touches on her
body through her thin costume, “but blondes turn me on so hard. I mean, I can
put a blonde wig on Taylor and fuck her right into the mattress. But you,
you're already blonde.”
Lisa arched her neck as Aisha licked and then bit at the side of her neck; her
tiny sharp teeth sent a wave of sensation through Lisa's body. To be held, her
senses muffled, tied down, forced to accept pleasure …
She felt her costume zipper go down a few more notches, and then get pulled
apart. She was wearing no bra under the thin fabric, of course, and her nipples
crinkled as the cooler air hit them.
“Oh god, your tits, they're perfect,” groaned Aisha. A moment later, Lisa's
back arched as the warmth of Aisha's mouth descended on one pert breast;
suckling hard on the nipple. Her other nipple twinged in sympathy, then twinged
again as Aisha's nimble fingers squeezed the breast, tweaking the over-
sensitised nub of flesh tipping it.
Slowly, sensuously, Aisha pleasured first one of Lisa's nipples then the other.
Lisa caught her breath, then let it out in a long moan; Aisha was too good at
this. Her excitement was growing by leaps and bounds, and her mind no longer
had the option to say no. Still, she made little reluctant whimpers, and pulled
half-heartedly at her bonds, because it turned her on immensely to do so.
Aisha's mouth left Lisa's nipples, and the blonde wondered what she was going
to do next. The answer came immediately, as she felt lips descend upon her own
mouth. Earlier, the kisses had been exploratory, gentle, testing the waters.
Now, Aisha's mouth was firm, demanding. Owning. Her tongue invaded Lisa's
mouth, aggressively battling Lisa's tongue. Lisa kissed her back, giving as
good as she got to begin with, then surrendering, allowing Aisha to dominate
her. Relinquishing control. Do with me what you want.
The first cries of pleasure filtered through from the bathroom as Aisha's mouth
moved down Lisa's body once more. Little nips and nibbles marked her path, each
one eliciting a shiver of pleasure from Lisa, entirely unbidden. Earlobe, down
her neck, a trail of touches of teeth, of lips. Up and over a still-exposed
breast, nipping the very tip of her nipple so that Lisa gasped with an indrawn
breath. And then farther down, unzipping the costume as she went.
The zipper ended at the base of Lisa's belly, and Aisha paused. Then, within
the blindfold, Lisa blinked; her arms were no longer within her sleeves; the
handcuffs were now cold and hard on bare skin. Almost instinctively, she lifted
her butt to allow Aisha to pull the costume down off of her body, skinning it
free of her legs. Lisa was once more naked, exposed to Aisha's lewd gaze and
salacious intent.
More kisses and nibbles went on now, down Lisa's belly, but skirting teasingly
around the centre of her sex. Lisa felt her thighs fall open, the warmth
between her legs almost too much to bear. Tiny, teasing nips and nibbles over
the insides of her thighs sent sparks through her mind as Aisha zeroed in on
her main target.
The first touch of tongue to her labia almost made her cry out; Aisha licked at
her gently to begin with, then much more roughly. Lisa convulsed, cried out,
felt Aisha's lips nibbling at her clitoris, and orgasmed hard. Aisha didn't let
up on her; her naughty little tongue danced down between her labia, lapping up
Lisa's streaming juices, then up once more to tease Lisa's sensitive spots over
and over again.
Sexual pleasure was something very new to Lisa; before she had fallen into this
nest of depravity, she could count the number of orgasms she'd had on the
fingers of one hand. She'd had none at all with the help of someone else, and
now she was learning just how fulfilling such a climax could be. Aisha drove
her to the very edge of her limits of pleasure over and over, and then slammed
her into one orgasm after the next with a calculated brutality that left Lisa
breathless, and feeling bruised.
She caught her breath to find that Aisha had moved; the younger girl was now
lying more or less on top of her. Fingers still played with Lisa's swollen
arousal-slick labia, but her mouth was once more pressed to Lisa's. Lisa kissed
her back again, tasting her own juices upon the other girl's lips, enjoying it,
knowing that these juices had been given at the height of her own pleasure.
“Oh god,” groaned the younger girl, “you are so damn hot.”
Before Lisa could even think of an answer – her brain was currently pinwheeling
around the fact that Aisha's fingers were currently teasing her clitoris in a
way that was blowing her mind – Aisha had kissed her again, hard, then moved
off of her. But not for long; she returned, but this time she was straddling
Lisa's face. Her own mouth, Lisa quickly learned, was descending toward Lisa's
soft pussy, in order to recommence operations.
Lisa had never eaten someone out before, but her power came to her aid here; if
she did this and this and this …
“Oh fuck me, god, yes, keep doing that!”
She didn't need the commentary to know that she'd scored on Aisha; the twitch,
the push of soft flesh toward her mouth, and the sudden rush of juices, all
clued her in that she was on the right track. She kept doing that, kept
licking, kept teasing Aisha with her tongue and lips and teeth.
Aisha, of course, was not idle. Her own mouth was busy on Lisa's oh-so-
sensitive labia and clitoris, and Lisa learned that there were several levels
of pleasure to which she had not yet been introduced, or so it felt. Being
fucked by Aisha and Taylor via dildo, and by Brian, had been insanely good, but
this was good in a whole different way. One which she could quite easily get
used to.
Aisha groaned and jerked on top of her, and Lisa realised that she'd given her
young lover an orgasm; she set to doing it again, but had to pause while her
back arched and a nova-blast of pleasure sleeted through her own body. However,
she didn't let that stop her, and went to work with a will; she may be behind
in the handing-out-orgasms stakes, but that didn't mean that she was going to
give up this early.
Even as she did so, she felt fingers sliding into her ass, probing, opening her
up. It only heightened her pleasure, and she wished that she could do the same
with Aisha. But all the same, having her hands restrained gave her all sorts of
feelings of arousal, just in and of itself.
I'm sure I'll get my chance soon enough, she told herself. For now, there was
Aisha's pussy, which needed eating in the worst way. So she kept on eating it,
driving Aisha into one orgasm after another.
<><>
Brian looked around as Taylor and Alec entered the bathroom. The shower was
running at full power, and steam was beginning to fill the small room. Taylor
felt moisture beading on her skin, making it slick; it became much more
noticeable when Alec ran his arms around her from behind. She felt his rampant
erection pressing up between her buttocks, as his hands cupped and squeezed her
breasts. Brian stepped up before her, and she pulled him close, his hard cock
pressing against her belly, as she kissed him. The kiss went on for some time;
even as her tongue swirled sensuously against his, their hands roved over her
body, touching her in places that inflamed her passions even more.
Still kissing Brian, she let them guide her into the shower; the hot spray
stung against her flesh. But she didn't care, didn't mind. The entirety of her
world was consumed by the masculinity with which she was surrounded.
Her body rubbed against Brian's, made even more slippery by the water running
over the both of them. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him again
and again; she felt him slide his hands down her back to her ass. And then he
began to lift her.
She knew exactly what this meant; as her feet left the floor, she wrapped her
legs around his waist, and brought one hand down between them. It wasn't easy,
but she got hold of his urgently erect manhood, and pushed it into the right
place, between her thighs. He began to lower her; she gasped as she felt the
fleshy battering-ram pushing her delicate labia aside, but then the head popped
inside her, and she groaned.
Already, spikes of pleasure were blasting out from her soft young vagina as he
slid into her; this was what she wanted, what she needed, what she craved. A
week ago, she never would have even imagined doing this with Brian in the
shower, much less with Alec there as well. But then, a week ago, she had been a
virgin with a very different idea of sex.
She felt her delicate tissues stretching, adjusting to his thickness; it had
not been all that long ago that she had lost her virginity to him, or even more
recently, had been screwing him in almost this exact posture. However, her
vaginal canal had since returned to its normal size once more, and it felt
almost as if she were doing it with him for the first time, all over again.
They had not ceased kissing as she slid down upon him, finally coming to rest
with his manhood buried firmly up between her hungry thighs. Slowly he lifted
her, and slowly he lowered her once more; she moaned with the sensations that
his thick member sent through her entire body.
And then there came another sensation; she had almost forgotten about Alec,
behind her, but he had not forgotten about her. She was already lubed and
relaxed and ready; the current position had her buttocks spread apart, prepared
for him. Her eyes opened wide when she felt the probing head of his penis – not
as big as Brian's, but then, few cocks were – sliding into her tight anal
opening.
It wasn't unpleasant; far from it, it was hugely arousing. She stopped kissing
Brian momentarily and cried out with the sheer pleasure, letting her head fall
back. The spray tingled on her face, as her rear end was invaded by Alec for
the first time. But not for the last, she promised herself.
“Oh god yes,” she groaned. “Just like that.”
Brian was lowering her now, and as she slid down on to his thick penis, she
also impaled herself on Alec's, driving it deeper and deeper into her rectal
passage. When she came to rest, her body alive with the sensations of what
Brian and Alec were doing to her, she felt engorged, overfull, both of her
nether orifices utterly stuffed full of exactly what she needed.
The respite only lasted for a moment, then Alec started to pump his hips,
driving his urgent erection in and out of her tight yielding ass, fucking her
deeper and harder with every stroke. The sensations made her eyes cross, and
she clung to Brian for support. This did not help, because Brian also started
rocking his hips, pumping his own cock into her, over and over again.
“Oh … god … fuck me … yes … god … “ she groaned, her nails digging into Brian's
back. She could not believe how good this felt, how right Alec had been that
she wanted, needed, desired just this. She could feel the two penises within
her, sliding in and out, separated only by a relatively thin membrane; it was
such a huge turn-on that she rocketed into her first orgasm almost immediately.
While having a cock and a dildo in her was good, this was a whole new level of
sexual awesomeness.
With broken words and gasps, Taylor urged them on; in front of her, Brian
grunted as he thrust upward into her soft, welcoming vaginal canal. Behind her,
Alec held her hips as he pumped his solid erection deep between her buttocks,
plunging into the secret depths of her bowels, over and over again. She lost
count of the orgasms that racked her body, making her sob and cry out in
pleasure, over and over again.
At some point they must have swapped; she was kneeling over Alec, her clinging
labia sliding up and down his still-rampant erection. Brian was behind her, his
thick penis pushing deep between her taut buttocks, taking her hard and fast,
the way she liked it. She leaned down and kissed Alec as he squeezed her
breasts; another climax overtook her, just before Brian let out a guttural cry,
and pulled her hard back on to his plundering cock.
She felt his hot seed spurting deep inside her belly, even as Alec pulled her
down upon him, and released his own load within her vaginal canal. Each of them
was now cumming, spurting inside her, jet after jet of thick semen filling her
up, fucking their sperm deep into her body. She clung to Alec and shuddered
with the intensity of her release.
Slowly, she came back to herself; Brian had pulled his long penis from between
her well-used buttocks and was helping her to her feet. She felt shaky from the
intensity of the multiple orgasms to which she had been subjected, and knew
without looking that semen was trickling from both her pussy and her ass.
“Oh, wow,” she mumbled. “Oh, wow.”
Alec grinned at her. “Told you.”
“You did.” She kissed him again. “Wow. Just wow. Thanks.”
“You'll be okay?” asked Brian.
She managed a shaky nod. “Yeah. I might stay, get cleaned up. Wow.”
“Okay then.” He pulled her to him for one last kiss – which she returned with
interest – and then they left the bathroom, without bothering to dry off.
Stepping back under the shower, Taylor let the hot stream run over her
body. Well, that just happened.
Even as her pussy and ass were tingling, she couldn't wait for the next act.
<><>
Aisha could not believe how utterly sexy Lisa was, sprawled back on the bed,
her raised arms pulling her sexy, sexy tits up into new shapes. Blonde hair
undone from the usual Lisa-style fancy braid so that it spread messily across
the bed and made her look even more desirable. Trim body panting and gasping
with desire, when she wasn't pulling uselessly on the handcuffs that bound her
to the headframe – and, just incidentally, made her look sexier than ever – or
turning Aisha on more than ever with incoherent mewlings of pure lust.
Aisha was between her thighs, the strap-on that had initially been used to
deflower Lisa once more attached to her hips. Lying atop the older girl, she
was driving her to new heights of arousal with the dildo, sliding it in and out
between Lisa's tight clinging vaginal folds, plumbing the depths of her
slippery wetness, while suckling blissfully upon her nipples once more. It
wasn't hard to tell that Lisa was enjoying it; while the vocal accompaniment
was definitely enough to figure it out, the fact that Lisa had her legs locked
firmly around Aisha's waist was a good indicator as well.
Lisa bucked and moaned under her, pushing up her hips to meet the driving
plastic phallus; Aisha sucked hard on her left nipple, tweaked the right, and
rubbed at Lisa's clit with her free hand. Arching her back, Lisa came
explosively, letting out a cry that Aisha figured they probably heard in
Boston. Licking, sucking, rubbing, thrusting, Aisha did her best to prolong the
orgasm until Lisa finally collapsed into a shaken, exhausted mess.
"Okay," Brian stated from behind her. "You can let her up now. I think she's
done for the moment."
Aisha looked around to see her brother, with Alec beside him, both still
spotted with water. "What, you done with Taylor already?" she asked
facetiously; the volume and frequency of the noises from the bathroom had been
ample evidence that a good time was being had by all.
"Yeah, for the moment," Alec confirmed. "Now it's time for you to let Lisa go
and accept your punishment."
If Aisha had thought she was aroused as she could possibly get before, the
words 'accept your punishment' gave the lie to that; she very nearly came on
the spot. But she had to keep up appearances. "Well, if I gotta, I gotta," she
sighed, doing her best to conceal her eagerness.
Lisa mumbled a vague protest as Alec helped unwind her legs from around Aisha's
waist, then Brian undid the handcuffs – they were made for bedroom use, with a
quick-release catch – and scooped up the blonde in his arms. He bore her from
the bedroom while Alec lay down on the bed beside Aisha. She slid into his arms
and they kissed and caressed one another for a few moments.
Then she felt herself moving down to where his gradually-stiffening cock
awaited. Fuck, he's controlling me. As with the first time he'd done this, she
found it a huge turn-on; entirely outside of her own volition, she found
herself sucking on the head of his swelling erection and caressing the shaft.
As she pulled back the foreskin, she could taste the remnants of Taylor's
juices on him; this served to turn her on even more.
"Started without me?" asked Brian, an amused tone to his voice as he re-entered
the bedroom.
"Yeah, why not?" replied Alec. "While she's getting me hard, why don't you warm
up her ass a bit? She likes a good spanking."
"Well, it's not like she's never given me cause to, over the years," Brian
mused; from the sound of it, he was standing beside the bed, right where her
ass stuck out.
A moment later, she was proven correct when his hand landed across her ass; she
wanted to jerk, to yelp, to pull away from where her lips were enveloping more
and more of Alec's now increasingly-rigid erection, but all Alec allowed her to
do was let out a mewing sound around his penis. Again, Brian smacked her ass,
the flat of his hand stinging her sensitive flesh. Alec released much of her
nervous system; she jerked and made another noise, but she didn't stop sucking
on Alec's rigid erection. She did, however, arch her back and claw at the
bedclothes; the smacks hurt, of course, but they sparked off a dark need deep
within her, and raised her arousal to eye-crossing levels.
As her brother spanked her, she sucked willingly on Alec's cock; at the same
time, Alec played with her dangling breasts, tweaking the nipples and pulling
on them, just enough to be painful but not enough to actually hurt. Aisha's
heart was racing and she was breathing fast; she was so aroused now that any
touch on her body was likely to set her off.
Alec obviously thought so too; abruptly she stopped sucking on him and climbed
up to straddle his body. Released of all control, she willingly impaled her
tight young pussy on his urgent erection. As he slid into her, she let her head
fall back and let out a long, low moan; the sensation of his length invading
her arousal-slick vagina was almost, but not quite to set her off.
That happened when Alec reached under her and tweaked her clitoris, when she
was halfway down on to him. She let out a cry as the blast of pleasure rocked
her world, turning her knees to jelly; she slid down on to him a good sight
faster than she had intended, ending up with her shaven pussy snuggled up to
the base of his cock.
As she began to rock back and forth, she stuck out her tongue at him. “That was
mean.”
“I haven't even begun, yet,” he grinned back at her, even as his hands found
her breasts, digging his nails in slightly and making her arch her back in
exquisite pleasure.
“When you're ready,” Brian suggested to her; she looked around to see that his
penis was still only half-hard. He lifted it toward her mouth suggestively, and
she moved around so that she could suck it.
As usual, it took her all her time to get it into her mouth; her jaw was open
as far as it would go, and her tongue had trouble moving around it as
thoroughly as she would have liked. But she did her best to suck on it, even as
Brian continued to punish her bare buttocks with the flat of his hand. She had
to admit, it added quite a bit of spice to the encounter; Alec's cock in her
pussy, Brian's cock in her mouth, and her ass stinging from repeated slaps to
the posterior.
By the time Brian was hard, her ass should have been glowing red from the
assault upon it; as it was, the tingling feeling was spreading from her abused
ass cheeks to her pussy and beyond. Aisha felt more lewd and adventurous than
she had for a long time. So when Brian poked lube into her well-presented ass,
she lifted her butt and shoved it back at him in clear invitiation.
“Fuck me,” she panted, still working her tight sweet wet pussy up and down
Alec's pistoning shaft, “fuck me as hard as you can, big bro. Fuck me till I
scream.”
A moment later, she wondered briefly if she had overstepped the mark; Brian had
been in her ass before, but that had been a little while ago, and she'd
forgotten exactly how big he was. His strong hands grasping her hips, he pulled
her back on to his thick erection; she felt herself opening up to admit him,
spreading wider and wider until she wondered if she could take any more.
When the head popped inside her, she let out a little yelp; she was pretty sure
that he hadn't been that big in her ass before. But he was in her, and that was
what counted. She kissed Alec urgently as Brian slid into her overstretched
anal passage, inch by careful inch. With the both of them inside her, she felt
overstuffed, overstretched. But it wasn't something that she would have missed
for the world; she clung to Alec, whimpering as Brian gradually filled her
tightest passage.
She couldn't believe it when his hips finally contacted her widely-stretched
buttocks; he'd fit it all inside her. Alec was in her pussy, and Brian was in
her ass. Oh god. She got significantly wetter, just thinking about it.
And then Brian started to slide out of her, then back into her. Over and over
again. When he'd fucked her ass last time, there had been nothing in her pussy.
Now … oh god. Now, there was Alec, whose cock was also sliding into her, over
and over again. Together, between them, gradually working up the tempo, they
began to fuck her.
Aisha was babbling by the time they got up to speed. Filthy words spilled from
her lips, entreaties to go slower, go faster, fuck her harder, not to break her
ass. She held on to Alec as if to a lifeline as his penis pumped into her from
below, while Brian's thick erection drove into her from behind. His hips
slapped into her buttocks regularly, his cock filling her up harder and deeper
than she had ever believed possible.
She came just a few moments into this treatment, and then again and again. Her
eyes rolled backward into her head, all she knew was the sheer blinding
pleasure of having two penises driving into her body, sparking off of every
nerve ending.
Behind her, Brian grunted as he fucked her. Her ass felt tighter than ever, and
he couldn't believe how good it felt to ram his cock to the hilt between her
buttocks, over and over again. She cried out with every thrust, and pushed back
at him; despite his recent shower, he was beaded all over with sweat, fucking
his little sister's ass … and she was begging him for more.
Beneath her, Alec felt every mote of pleasure that she felt, as well as his
own. He simultaneously felt her tight hot wet pussy contracting around his
driving penis as she climaxed yet again, as well as the amazing sensations
within that same pussy as his cock drove into it. Only his rigid self-control
did not allow him to come yet, else he would have filled her pussy with his
cum.
Aisha bucked and moaned and cried out as she was assaulted from front and rear;
filled to completion, she took their cocks, accepted them, and rode with her
brother's punishing strokes. She climaxed again and again, her eyes rolling
back in her head and her whole body clenching up with the sheer pleasure that
she was experiencing.
And then, finally, Brian felt the climax coming on. A line of liquid fire ran
along the underside of his impaling cock, and he rammed his thick member deep
between Aisha's well-used buttocks before letting go. She cried out as his seed
spurted into her bowels, jet after jet of it; the knowledge that he was coming
inside her made her climax once more.
Alec knew that Brian had come, so he released as well; Aisha arched her back as
her pussy was filled with hot cum as well. Impaled on two different cocks, she
cried out as they came inside her, then slumped forward over Alec. Spent, mind
fuzzy with the multiple orgasms, she barely noticed Brian pulling out of her,
or Alec rolling her over on to her back.
Her only coherent thought was, Wow, fuck. More of the same, please.
<><>
Taylor looked up as Brian helped Lisa into the shower. The blonde looked as
though she'd been ridden hard and put away wet, as her father used to say.
“Hey,” Taylor murmured. She put her arms around Lisa to help her; she didn't
look too steady on her feet.
“Hey yourself,” mumbled Lisa. “Wow, fuck, when Aisha gets going, she's pretty
insistent, isn't she?”
Taylor pulled her close, wet flesh sliding over wet flesh. “Yeah, she does,”
she agreed. “How's your pussy?” Her fingers found Lisa's vaginal area, trailing
gently over the puffy labia. “Feels like you've been well and truly fucked.”
Lisa's hand found Taylor's equally well-fucked pussy. “Yeah. Yours too. I'll
never doubt Alec's word when it comes to sex again.”
“No shit,” Taylor breathed, and tilted Lisa's chin up slightly. Lisa looked at
her, bottle-green eyes deep and enigmatic, and then Taylor kissed her.
They both closed their eyes as they kissed; it was a gentle, testing kiss. Warm
lips on warm lips, with hot water running over both of them. They liked it, and
so they kissed again.
Taylor spoke first after they broke the kiss. “I think I've wanted to do this
for so long.”
“You kissed me before,” Lisa reminded her. “When you seduced me. When you took
my virginity.”
“Not like this,” Taylor told her. “Not just the two of us. Not alone.” She
cupped Lisa's face in her hands and looked at her. “Not when I can take my
time, and do with you what I've always wanted to do. No strap-ons. Just you and
me.”
Lisa closed her eyes and kissed Taylor again; it was deep and intimate, their
tongues sliding over one another. She could feel the outside world trying to
break in, but she was getting better at ignoring it now, better at not letting
it overwhelm her at moments like this.
Not needing words, they stepped from the shower, turning it off. Slowly,
sensuously, they dried one another, each touch a seduction in itself, trading
slow and gentle kisses. Naked, they padded along the corridor, past the open
door where Aisha was moaning between Alec and Brian, to Aisha's room. Lisa took
Taylor's hand and led her into the room; Taylor was wide-eyed, unsure, a
complete reversal on how she had been just hours before. Step by step, Lisa
coaxed her on to the bed. They lay side by side and kissed, gently and
lovingly. Lisa pushed Taylor on to her back, kissed her again, gradually kissed
her way down Taylor's body. Taylor gasped when Lisa took her nipples in her
mouth, and then moaned softly when Lisa began to eat her.
Taylor's sex tasted of arousal, of lust, of animal heat. She didn't need
coaxing to spread her thighs, and Lisa began to apply everything she knew about
making Taylor feel pleasure. Under her ministrations, Taylor arched her back
and moaned and whimpered, and climaxed heavily. Lisa kept her going, from one
orgasm through another and another; Taylor's soft labia were slick with her
musky effusions as she thrashed in reaction to the multiple climaxes.
Sliding up alongside Taylor, Lisa took the still-shuddering girl into her arms
and kissed her once more; Taylor tasted herself on Lisa's lips, and kissed her
more deeply, more passionately. Soon, she was the one working her way down
Lisa's body. Lisa had had this done to her only a few times before now; this
was the first time that she'd been able to both see and hear properly while it
happened. Somehow, with Taylor, it didn't matter. It didn't bother her.
When she had first been seduced, she had noted that when Taylor ate her out,
she enjoyed it more than with anyone else. Once again, this was true; Taylor's
technique with cunnilingus was exactly what Lisa needed and wanted. She teased
Lisa's labia apart with her tongue, and slowly and surely began to drive her
steadily insane with pleasure. Nibbling, licking, lapping at Lisa's freshly-
flowing juices of arousal, nipping gently at her upstanding clitoris, Taylor
knew exactly which buttons to press, exactly how to elicit the most pleasure
out of Lisa's body.
It didn't take long before Lisa found herself nearing orgasm; its intensity,
when it hit, surprised even her; she cried out Taylor's name as she came.
Taylor hadn't finished; she did to Lisa what Lisa had done to her, only to Lisa
it seemed that she had the greater orgasms, blasting through her mind to leave
her thoughts in disarray.
They lay together afterward, slowly coming down from the multiple climaxes.
Holding one another, caressing, gently kissing. Not trying to arouse, just
enjoying one anothers' bodies.
“You're up next for the double penetration,” Taylor murmured. “That should be
fun.”
Lisa's mouth curved in a smile. “Oh, yes. I'll need the blindfold, but I think
I'll really enjoy it. Will you be there?”
Taylor nodded. “I wouldn't miss it for the world. Alec suggested that I put the
blonde wig on Aisha and let her suck my nipples while I fuck her. Apparently
that'll blow her mind right out of the water.”
“Huh,” Lisa grinned. “That does sound kind of hot. I might try it myself.”
“Do it in the bathroom,” Taylor suggested. “Put the wig on her and fuck her
from behind, so she'll see herself in the mirror as a blonde chick, being
fucked by a blonde chick. It should send her into orbit.”
Lisa gently bit Taylor's shoulder. “Okay, now you're turning me on.”
Taylor tweaked her nipple. “And you're not turning me on?”
They kissed once more, body to body, breasts squashing against breasts. Their
breathing was faster now, their motions more urgent. Taylor went up on one
elbow; Lisa's bottle-green eyes were smoky, sultry. Taylor pushed her on to her
back, then swung a leg over her, holding her arms down to the bed. Lisa stared
up at her, helpless, vulnerable.
It turned them both on amazingly.
And then they both heard Brian's voice. “Lisa? Taylor? Where are you?”
Lowering her head, Taylor kissed Lisa firmly. It was a promise for future
action, a promise that both of them made, and both intended to keep.
“Here we are,” Taylor called out, after separating from the kiss. “Aisha's
bedroom.”
“Woo hoo!” Aisha replied. “Hot girl sex on my bed!”
“Ready for your double, Lisa?” Alec called out.
Lisa smiled at Taylor and caressed her cheek. “Why yes, I believe I am,” she
called back. “Got my blindfold?”
Hand in hand, they got off the bed, and went out to meet the others.
The End
 
[A/N: this has been a fun one to write, but with the lack of plot, the porn was
going to inevitably going to get same-same, so I'm pulling it up here. Thanks
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