Sisterly Love 5

Sisterly Love, Ch. 5
by Paris Waterman

I wasn’t surprised to find Candy waiting for me at Penn Station when I left my train’s platform the next afternoon.

Needless to say, I was tired from all the sexual activity of the previous day, but just seeing Candy got me all revved up again; and there I was, walking toward her trying to hide the telephone pole in my pants from any curious bystanders. Although, from the smirk on her face, Candy noticed it immediately, and when she slowly exaggerated licking her lips, I knew for certain she had.

I may be repeating myself, but think it worthwhile: Candy was a frizzy haired redhead, slightly overweight who needed glasses and wore them. (I would later learn she was unable to wear contacts.) She also wore a couple of tattoos and had a nose ring that I found bothersome at first, but learned to ignore after our initial fuck.

My main attraction to Candy was quite simple. It was she that had taken my virginity and made it memorable; not to mention her great tits, smile, and freckle covered face. A secondary factor was the hug she gave me on meeting me–pressing those lovely mams against me brought my dick up against her in a big way and she noticed.

“Oh, I’m soooo glad you’re happy to see me. I always know when a guy likes me!” she gushed happily. “Stephie will be sooo glad to see you too. She really missed you while you were gone.”

“Did you miss me, Candy?” I asked as I dared place a hand on the cheeks of her ass in public.

“Ohhh, YOU KNOW I DID, Howie!”

Outside Penn Station, on a busy corner, I was surprised to see and hear her whistle down a cab; but she did it magnificently. We settled into the backseat and she instructed the cabby to drive us through Central Park. I thought that strange as I’d had ideas of fucking her on her bed back at the apartment. Candy apparently had other ideas and because of what followed I now fully subscribe to caving in to the slightest request or suggestion from an older woman.

As we entered Central Park, Candy’s hand entered my mysteriously unzippered fly and extracted my dick. No easy task there as I was rock hard, but she managed it without harming my precious wang. Once it was out in the open, Candy proceeded to give me a welcoming blowjob that far exceeded the welcoming hug.

I realized afterward that I hadn’t given a hoot about the fact that a stranger was probably watching us throughout my pleasuring. Perhaps last night watching and being watched by Sydnie-Ann carried me another step forward into manhood. And there was that singular moment when I wondered about Candy’s morals and for that matter, those of my sister as well, for they were roomies in the Big Apple.

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At the apartment, Candy suggested that I take a shower and then join her in the “boudoir.” I accepted the offer and began showering, being careful not to activate my dick as I had future plans for Candy and me after drying off.

What is it they say about mice and men? I mean about their best plans going astray? Well, what happened next kinda fits that old saying because the curtain on the shower was pulled to one side and a naked Candy followed her jouncing tits and stepped into the shower with me.

“Stephie will be home soon, so I thought…” No further explanation was necessary or possible as my mouth was on hers and our hands were quite busy exploring. I kept my eyes open as much as possible and can still recall watching rivulets of water running through her cleavage to her belly and beyond into the neatly trimmed pubic hair leading directly to…well if you have a basic grasp of female anatomy…

Want me to be more graphic? Okay. Candy knelt on the tile floor and opened her mouth while I held onto the wall as her tongue flicked over the head of my dick before taking me deep. But it didn’t stay there for long. After her tongue swirled over my corona a couple more times, I knew I was ready to blow tubes and had to halt what was a lovely time.

I had thoughts of an even better time in mind as I disengaged and urged her to stand. Then I got down on my knees with total worship in mind. I ran my tongue over everything in its path and opened her using both fingers and lips. She helped by lifting a knee and pulling on my hair as she fucked my face. I pushed a third finger inside her while sucking hard on her clit until she screamed into the shower spray and began coughing and sputtering.

When I finally slid my cock inside her, Candy was bent over looking back at me with no hint of a smile; her eyes were glazed, her mouth a red smear, and her pussy accepted me without regret. We grunted and groaned and I pulled her hips to me so hard I left fingerprints on them. I bit her shoulder as she pushed back against me demanding I fuck harder. She didn’t beg. She didn’t even moan. She demanded, and I gave her everything I had.

Five minutes later I staggered from the shower, grabbed a towel, and stumbled into the bedroom only to fall flat on my face in front of my sister, Stephie who was sitting on the bed, working on her toenails. I was more embarrassed than injured and after being fussed over by both Stephie and Candy, I was allowed to dress…well, shorts anyway and went into the living room to join Candy.

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The three of us watched TV and feasted on pizza and until 1:00 in the morning, during which time, under intense questioning, I related my experiences with Mrs. Rodriquez and Rosa, her daughter, as well as Regina and Sydnie-Ann Jablonski. I think my sister was more surprised at this influx of sexually activity on my part than Candy, for she mumbled something about me getting more action in one day that she’d had in over a month. Then I went to sleep with no further sexual activities.

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Saturday morning I woke up on the sofa bed feeling alive and horny. I had a monster erection with a very urgent need to urinate. I tried to hide my boner by tucking it along the side of my leg, hoping the shorts would contain it somewhat as I made my way to the apartment’s solitary bathroom, only to find it occupied when I tried the doorknob.

Lifelong habit made me think Stephie was in there. She was a notorious early riser, and so I ventured into the kitchen to find myself looking at a gorgeous ass bent over looking into the refrigerator. My erection poked through the fly of my shorts as I moved closer, still staring at that fine-looking ass, I whispered, “Good mornin’ beautiful. Care to take another shower when Stephie comes out of the bathroom?”

Only it was Stephie and not Candy that turned to look at me and my boner.

“Wow, you’re sporting some formidable artillery there, Howie,” my sister chirped, and then had the decency to look elsewhere while I covered my groin with both hands.

I blurted, “Oh, God, Sis! What the hell? I thought you were Candy.”

“Well, I’m not,” my sister said with a smile still looking at my semi-erection, “and I’m glad you realized it before you did something we might both regret.”

I gave her an awkward grin and tucked my slowly shrinking member away. “Well, I almost grabbed your ass.”

Stephie popped up on her toes, looking down over her shoulder. “What? Are you saying that I don’t have a nice ass? It’s not perky enough to grab? What are you saying?”

I could only stare at her. Words eluded me. Was she kidding me? I mean, after the previous weekend I wasn’t quite sure.

“Steph, are you kidding or are you serious?”

“Oh, Howie, of course I’m kidding! I already know that my ass is perfect, I don’t need you to tell me that.”

Then ignoring me, or seeming to, she reached up after something in the refrigerator, causing her T-shirt to ride up leaving her ass almost totally exposed to me. It was kind of heart shaped and quivered a little as she tightened her muscles. Moreover, she wasn’t wearing panties!

I wished that there would have been more room for my cock to get harder in because it almost hurt the way it had swelled. I was convinced that she was aware of her action and that it was a promising omen for the future.

When she turned she had a quart of O.J. in one hand and a quart of milk in the other. The movement of her arms appeared to lift her T-shirt even more exposing a great deal of her pussy to me. I got a quick glimpse of what reminded me of a horse’s muzzle there between her thighs and as she moved toward me I know I saw her pinkish nether lips.

I looked up and saw her smiling at me. “Well, honey,” she began, “How are you this fine morning?”

“Fine,” I said, repeating her word as in not understanding. I was, after all, still immersed in visions of her unpantied pussy.

“Good. No regrets then? About last night I mean?”

“Sis, I’m sixteen and living the dream. I mean, Candy is…” I was at a loss for words.

She arched an eyebrow in my direction and said: “And this morning?”

“Yeah,” I said sounding as guilty as I felt. “I saw your…”

“Oh, you noticed! How cavalier of you,” she said with a big smile.

“Well that T-shirt went up like that shade in Mom’s foyer,” I said, mentioning a defective shade that had a mind of its own, or so it seemed as it had a habit of suddenly rolling up without cause during the most inopportune times. By way of example, leaving Stephie in bra and panties with the mailman in front of the window, arm raised and about to ring our doorbell.

I didn’t need to remind my sister of that or any other time the errant shade went off on family members without warning.

We were both laughing good-naturedly as she placed the O.J. and milk on the kitchen table.

“Bacon and eggs for you, bro?”

“That’s be fine, Sis,” I replied, as I sat down at the table.

Still giggling, Stephie went to the stove and took two cups from the cabinet and filled them with freshly brewed coffee.

“Where’s Candy?” I inquired, although I had a reasonably good idea where she was.

Stephie brought the two cups to the table and set them down. “Still sleeping. I’m afraid you wore her out last night, brother dear.”

“It was the other way round,” I said defending myself.

“Oh ho!” My sister replied scoffing at my comment. “Well, I’m glad I introduced the two of you. She needed a man,” Stephie paused and gave me an appraising look. “And you needed to get laid properly. From what you told us it seems to have paid dividends already. A mother and daughter…really?”

“Yeah, Sis, it really happened and so did the other–you know, with Regina and the girl across from her apartment.”

Just then the phone rang and Stephie answered it. “Oh, hi Mom! Yes, he’s here. Want to speak with him?”

Evidently she did, as my sister covering her mouth to hide her laughter, handed me the phone and Mom cut to the chase. “So, Howie, who’s this Regina that keeps calling the house?’

“What?” I blurted out since I was stunned to hear Regina had called at all.

“This girl, Regina she said her name was–called three times looking for you–and that’s so far today. Probably call all night if you don’t return her calls, Howie!”

There was a momentary silence on the line–highly unusual for my mother–“So who is this girl, Howie?”

“She–She’s a girl from school, Ma. I…that is…we went on a date last night. No that’s wrong. Thursday night we went on a date. The movies and a burger. Now I’m at Stephie’s…well of course you know that. So did, umm, Regina say what she wanted?”

I realized as the words left my mouth I shouldn’t have uttered them.

“So how long has this been going on?”

“I’ve known her forever, Ma. But dating-wise, Thursday was the first time we’ve gone out. Like I said—we went to the movies. I might have gone out again over the weekend, but I had—you know–this thing with Stephie in the city.”

“So what did you two do last night? What are you planning for tonight?”

I wanted to say we’d be fucking our brains out, but of course knew that wasn’t going to happen. I mean telling my mother, of course. So I went with partial truth.

“Well, Stephie was at work when I got to her place. She had thought to leave a key with the doorman and he let me in. Later we went out and had Vietnamese for dinner then watched a couple movies before going to bed.

“Today–well so far it’s been breakfast and depending on the weather–it may rain, but if not we plan on going to the Bronx Zoo. If it rains, we’ll hit one or more of the art museums that I haven’t been too, grab a bit at the Carnegie Deli, or maybe an Italian place, depending on our mood at the time.”

“Let me talk to your sister, Howie,” my mother said, which I took as a passing grade on my part. Stephanie took the phone and maneuvered her way through the mine field of questions our mom put to her.

When she finally hung up some ten minutes later, she took a deep breath and said: “Let’s finish eating and I’ll let you wake Candy while I take a shower.”

After we finished, Stephie got up to take her shower and I had another good look at her better than fine derrière and grabbed a dish towel from the sink and snapped it against her butt. Stephie shrieked in feigned pain then ran after me, chasing me through the apartment. I ducked into her bedroom, holding the door shut, and then with her pushing on it, let go and jumped on her mussed up bedding. Stephie rushed through the open doorway, face flushed, her hair all over the place.

“Oh you’re gonna get it now, bro!” and leaped on my back, knocking me face down on the bed, and began tickling me as she had done for as long as I could remember.

“Stop it, Sis! Please, no more… I can’t… I can’t breathe!”

“Tough!” Stephie cawed happily.

“It’s—it’s your ass … it’s crushing me!”

And before Stephie could respond to this blasphemy, Candy entered the room wearing only a white sweater and lavender panties and shouted, “Stephanie, what the fuck?”

Her fiery red hair was disheveled, standing up on one side where she’d slept on it. She had a scowl on her face, which looked completely out of place on her. Her eyebrows were raised in a questioning glare.

“Candy, what’s with the language? And what are you yelling about? We’re just fooling around like we always have.”

Candy crossed her arms over her chest took a deep breath and stepped toward us. “You know damn well he’s my man!” then unable to hold her merriment in any longer, she fell on top of us and promptly joined Stephie in torturing me through tickling.

They tickled me relentlessly, only stopping when I began to have some trouble catching my breath. Of course this meant that I had free rein to grab, fondle and grope my sister’s supple breasts, ass and groin. She had to know what I was doing, but made no objection.

Candy, on the other hand, wasn’t at all shy about grabbing and squeezing my rapidly growing dick. And when they ended the tickling assault I was at full size and attempting to tear its way out of my shorts for all the world to see.

“Awww, baby, did we hurt you?” Candy asked in a pitiful tone. She leaned down; slipped her arm around me then leaned in and pecked me on the nose. That was the moment my dick sprang free; it was so swollen the head was turning purple.

“Oh, my God!” Stephie gasped, staring at me wide eyed.

“What?” I asked afraid I’d done something stupid again.

“Howie … its even bigger than I remember!”

I was going to say something lame like thanks, but all that came out was another loud groan as Candy grabbed me and gave my dick a long suck then popped it from her mouth.

“Ohhhh, look at that.” She whispered to my sister, as they both stared at it. Before I could react, Candy squeezed again, only harder. Pre-cum began oozing out and her red nails looked incredible around it.

“Oh yeah,” she said aloud, but speaking to herself, “let’s get that nice and wet.” And gave my dick another squeeze then smeared the pre-cum around the head and began stroking me.

“Oh damn!” I moaned. I was sweating; my heart feeling like it was going to pound through my chest.

“Ooooh” My sister cooed, “Someone likes that doesn’t he?”

“Oh, yes, sis, it–it feels soooo good.”

“You like Candy stroking your cock don’t you?”

I nodded unable to speak.

“C’mon, tell us … do you, or don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” I mumbled.

“Tell me you like me playing with you, Howie; I need to hear you say it,” Candy said with a fierce grimace on her face as she began jerking me off at a faster rate.

When I failed to answer, being lost in the pleasure she was giving me–she stopped.

“No please, don’t stop” I gasped as I came out of my pleasure reverie.

Stephie was laughing and trying to cover her mouth with one hand while the other rested on Candy’s shoulder.

“Aw, does someone need release?” Candy teased.

“Yes, oh please don’t tease me, Candy.”

Candy dropped my dick like it was a hot potato.

Salvation entered the room in the form of my sister, Stephie, who murmured, “Ohhh, I like the sound of that, Howie!” and plucked my boner out of the air–well, not quite, but you get the picture–and resumed my masturbation.

Turning to Candy, she said, “I never thought I’d be doing this using two hands, you know?”

Candy giggled and said, “Jesus, I’ve been with maybe twenty guys and never even came close, and here we are with your brother ….”

I felt my thighs begin to tremble; I was going to cum soon. Stephie smiled at me and asked: “You wanna cum, Howie?”

“Yes, oh please yes,” Like a six-year-old asking for more ice cream.

“Well you know, I want you to, but know what? You could give yourself a hand job.” She said, and looking directly into my eyes added, “But I know a better way,” and winked at me.

I’ve always thought they used a pre-arranged signal, but couldn’t get either one to admit to it. Still, Candy put her knee up on the bed and crawled up between my legs. Was she really going to …?

She lay on her stomach and accepted my hard-on from Stephie, then put her mouth directly over it and said: “Now what?”

“Um, suck it?” I said, thankful the words left my mouth.

Both Stephie and Candy laughed as if it were the funniest thing they’d ever heard. When she stopped laughing, Candy touched the tip of her tongue to the eye at the head of my cock and pulled back bringing a thin, sticky line of my pre-cum with it.

I remember thinking: I’m living a porno movie!

Holding my cock up as if it were a trophy, she turned to Stephie and said, “Your brother does have the nicest penis ever!” and then rubbed it alongside her face.

I moaned.

“You … um, think about this a lot, Howie? I mean, getting a blowjob?” Stephie inquired trying to sound innocent, but the evil in her voice was unmistakable.

I moaned again.

“I’ll take that as a yes, hmmmm?” The tip was inches from her lips, and I was straining not to push it up at her.

“YES!” I managed to gasp after a slight pause.

Candy paused to ask: “Or would you rather your sister do the honors?”

“Candy!” Stephie called out, objecting to this type of teasing.

Ignoring my sister, Candy continued teasing the both of us, saying: “You can tell me, Howie, would you like Stephie here to suck this big old penis of yours?”

She renewed rubbing my cock over her cheeks and nose as she waited for my answer. I paused and in a barely audible whisper hissed: “Yes.”

“Good boy!” Candy chirped happily. “No lying to me or your big sister; I like that, honesty among siblings.” That said, she angled her head down and swirled her tongue across my balls then slid her tongue slowly up along the side. When she got to the top Candy looked me in the eye, and with a wink suddenly took it in her mouth, going about half way down on it. I moaned loudly, I had never felt anything that good before, it was better than I had imagined. I could feel her tongue sliding up and down. I bucked my hips, and Candy pulled up.

“Easy there, partner!” She began. “You don’t shove it down a girl’s throat; especially not mine,” she said with a smirk.

“At least not the first time anyway, now stay still okay?” Then taking it back into her mouth, she slowly took more of me down her throat then paused. I felt her tongue swirling over me, and then she gobbled my entire cock deep–it took a moment before I realized she had my cock entirely in her mouth.

I was shocked as I had never thought it possible!

Candy groaned, and I felt the vibration. She took it from her mouth with a gasp. “Damn that’s a big cock you’ve got there Mister!”

I heard my sister giggling off to the side as Candy began licking it up, and down. I moaned, and my hips jerked upward again.

“You like that little brother?” Stephie giggled in my ear.

“Yes.”

“Yeah, were you surprised at what she did?”

“I…Yeah.”

“Yeah? You didn’t know we were such nasty girls did you?”

“No,” I panted. Candy’s tongue was swirling over the head of my penis and I loved the throbbing feeling.

She sucked it in and out a few times getting another loud groan from me. Stopping she said; “I’m not everybody’s nasty girl of course, but I’ll be yours, Howie! Oh, yeah, I will.” She sucked on it again I couldn’t take much more I felt ready to pop.

As if reading my mind, Candy said: “You ready to cum, Howie?”

“Yes… oh, yes!”

“Or would you like your sister to finish you off?”

“CANDY!” My sister yelled in protest.

“Just kidding, kiddo!” Candy said while waving my dick under her nose.

To me, Candy said, “She would you know–just say the word and she will, Howie.”

I was stunned. I mean, I wanted to cum–but to have to choose–I didn’t want to have to make that choice, and Stephie saved the day by stating unequivocally that she wouldn’t and would Candy please finish me off!”

“Please, Candy!”

“Please what?”

“Finish the job,” I said weakly.

“Oh, all you had to do was ask, Howie,” She said and grabbed my cock at its base with her right hand, brought her mouth to my dick and resumed her blowjob, stroking and sucking, taking more of me into her mouth every few strokes until the head of my cock pressed against the back of her throat.

Candy went on like that, steadily sucking and occasionally impaling her throat on me. It wasn’t easy for me to hold back, especially with my sister now masturbating of to my right. But Candy had a definite talent in sucking cock—she knew when to squeeze the base of my shaft to keep me from ejaculating and it worked to perfection.

It felt so good I could hardly look at her, but I did she had both of her hands on her thighs, using only her mouth to hold my cock. It was an inspiring sight. She didn’t leave her hands on her thighs for very long though. I felt her fingers caressing my balls at times. Other times I felt her hands running up the fronts and backs of my thighs, reaching up under my shirt to rub my stomach and chest. When she finally settled in and started sucking me to get me off, her hands were wrapped around the cheeks of my ass, as if she were afraid I’d back away from her.

My sister, masturbating nearby, had her pussy lips pried apart and was jamming three fingers in and out of a juice covered snatch. I found that I could reach her breasts if I twisted my torso just a bit, and did. Even encased in a bra they felt wonderfully pliant and caused her to gasp with pleasured surprise.

Then Candy turned up the intensity of her blowjob and I was done. I abandoned Stephie’s tits and turned back to Candy and watched the hair fell across her face and how she used her free hand to gather it up behind her head and hold it up as if offering it to me. I reached out part way but stopped. She paused in her fellating long enough to say: “Go ahead, but don’t pull.”

I took her hair from her and held it over her head. I now had a clear view of her working my cock with her mouth. I could now see her lips sliding up and down on me, her lipstick had left red smudges on my cock, and she was moaning every time she went all the way down as if she was enjoying it as much as I was.

Candy was stretched out between my legs, her ass in those little panties was sticking up, she also had her legs bent up at the knees and I could see the red tips of her toe nails. Every time Candy moaned she ground her hips into the bed. Blowing me was getting her going! Returning to the show, I watched as my cock disappeared into her mouth even further, my thighs began to shake even more, it was everything I could do not to thrust my hips. At this point she opened her eyes and looked directly into mine. I could feel myself getting ready to cum; I let out a long whimper, my hips starting to move a little.

“Mmm hmm” Candy hummed encouragingly, her mouth full of my cock.

Using just her fingernails she lightly tickled my balls and that was it! I came and although I knew I was going to, it still caught me off guard or maybe it was just how hard I came.

“Oh, yeah!” I exclaimed loudly as my cum squirted into Candy’s mouth. Unable to control it, I began to buck my hips. Still sucking, she put her hands on my thighs holding me down. I let go of her hair so I wouldn’t accidentally pull on it. I couldn’t believe how much I was cumming and how fucking good it felt. Some of it came out of her mouth and dripped down my cock.

Finished, I slumped back onto the pillow panting. Candy sucked me down one more time and I let out a faint moan that was more like a whimper. Finally taking my cock from her mouth she waited until I opened my eyes to open her mouth, and stick her tongue out. It was covered in cum; closing it, she swallowed then opened wide again to show it was gone.

Oh, my God! Candy was better than any porn star was all I could think. I turned to Stephie to say something–what that was vanished from my brain when I saw Stephie as she started to cum–her hair was plastered across her face; her eyes were closed and she had her right hand buried in her cunt grunting: “UGH—UGH—UGH!” With each grunt joined by I would later learn was a series of queefing sounds, better known as vaginal flatulence, although there was no accompanying odor from them.

“Jesus!” Candy gasped, obviously as surprised as I was by the sight of my sister fisting herself. Candy recovered sufficiently to crawl across my inert body to Stephie and, after cradling her face in both hands, kissed her tenderly during which my sister eased the fist from her cunt with one last queef and threw her arms around Candy continuing the kisses for several minutes.

I found that watching them renewed my erection and I moved back to the bed and joined them, kissing Candy first and then making a tentative move toward my sister. When I paused, Stephie threw an arm around my neck and put my mouth to hers. Her tongue flashed into my mouth light a thunderbolt. By that I mean it was electric–shocking and left every hair on my young body standing on end.

When it ended–and that seemed like an eternity later, she whispered: “Did you like that little brother?”

“That was… wow.” I said, sounding like a moron, but was too dazed to care.

Stephie slid down my torso until her head was resting on my thigh then took my hard-on in hand and rubbed it across her face, kissed the pre-cum off the eye of my cockhead and husked, “Best is yet to come little brother.”

Minutes later I lay back on the bed, one arm around my sister, the other round Candy as I took turns kissing them. The only difference at this point was that Stephie still had her bra on and nothing else. Candy was totally nude and slowly jerking me off.

Stephie suddenly turned on us, saying: “Oh, God, you guys! That’s my bed; can you at least take it in the other bedroom?”

I grinned back at her, and then winked at Candy. “Okay, Sis. We won’t let you see us doing it if it’s going to upset you.” I reached down, grabbed her blankets, and pulled them up over our heads and we embraced under the covers before breaking up in a gale of laughter.

Candy found this hilarious and couldn’t stop laughing. Finally, she spoke up. “Oh, Howie, Yes … do that thing to my neck again! Oh, yes–oh, yes—oh, yesssssss!” The last came out as a high pitched squeal, breaking up in mid shriek because she could not stop laughing.

Stephie got up and walked towards the door. “Okay you two, out of my bed. I don’t care if you do that, but not in here. Oh, and Candy? I know you were faking that.” She waited a beat then walked out, and we heard the bathroom door shut.

I looked into Candy’s eyes and brushed the hair out of her face. “You know that she’s right?” Candy gave me a quizzical look, wondering what I meant. I smirked and said, “You did get kinda loud last week. I must have been pretty good for a virgin.”

Candy’s mouth opened wide in shock, and she punched me hard on the arm. “Shut up! Hey, did you really have four different women the other day?”

“No, only three; I got to watch one in the adjacent apartment.”

“Oh, my God, then it’s true?”

“Mmmmm,” I replied as I ran my fingers along her side, tickling the undersides of each breast. “I think she watched us too, but I can’t be sure. She did smile at me when she and her boyfriend were going at it though.” I plucked at her nipple, almost absentmindedly, thinking back to Regina and Sydnie-Ann.

“Howie, you heard your sister, no hanky-panky in her bed,” Candy said, raising her voice. Later on thinking about it, I realized she’d said it for effect–effect on my sister—trying to bring us closer to coitus–closer to sibling incest.

I feigned a pout, sticking my bottom lip out, and then pulled the sheet up to my face, hiding under it. Candy rolled over me and pulled the sheet down. I didn’t look at her, milking the pouty face for all it was worth. She pulled my chin up, “Howie? Howie look at me. No hanky-panky in Stephie’s bed, okay? Remember I didn’t say anything about mine.”

We hopped up from the bed, and tiptoed across the hall to Candy’s room and I shut the door while Candy lay down and spread her legs for me. I knelt next to the red-headed beauty. “You have something in mind?” Candy asked with a slight smile on her face.

“Nothing; why do you always think I’m planning something?” I said with a smile. Candy ran a hand through my hair.

“You have bedroom eyes. Anyone ever tell you that?”

“Just you; what’s it mean?”

“You didn’t get it?”

“Um, noooo,” and then I did. “Ohhh,” I said. “Thank you for the compliment.”

“You’re welcome, baby,” She cooed before poking my nose with hers and kissed me softly on the lips.

Fully aroused, I kissed her back then moved to her neck knowing she was particularly sensitive there. She was moaning continuously and scratching my shoulder when I reached her collarbone and began licking her skin. Her top disappeared, ending up at the foot of the bed.

“Christ you … you’ve got me soooo wet already.”

“Should I stop?”

“NO—no—noooo!”

“Am I what you’d call a quick learner?”

“GOD YES!”

“Want me to improvise?”

“Improvise?” Candy hadn’t understood the meaning behind the question.

“Yes, improvise … kinda like this …” Bypassing her luscious tits, I left a trail of hot kisses along her abdomen, paying special attention to several former ‘secret’ spots of hers and then her navel.

“OH GOD!”

I knew what tickled her fancy and slowly flicked my tongue inside her navel hitting a certain pleasure point making her moan and writhe so much that Stephie was compelled to open the door she had been listening at to see what was going on.

By that point I had Candy’s left breast in my mouth, (at least as much of it as possible,) while she continued to squirm happily under me. I saw Stephanie enter the room and to titillate her, moved my right hand between Candy’s legs and lightly rubbed her clit.

Stephie’s jaw hung open and I saw a thin trickle of drool leave her mouth and run down her chin at which point she absentmindedly wiped it away. Only then did it occur to me that she wanted to be in Candy’s place. I filed that thought away for future use and continued pleasuring my red-headed partner.

Moments later, I raised a hand and beckoned my sister to join us. I reasoned that since she had gone down on Candy the week before, they had done it before and in their present state of arousal they wouldn’t object to performing for me again, only this time I hoped to take things further.

As my sister approached the bed I began licking Candy’s clit.

“Oh, fuck! Howie–oh, fuck!”

I closed my lips on her clit and sucked it as if it were a nipple. She went through the roof.

“FUCK! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!”

I sensed Stephie joining us on the bed and lifted my face from Candy’s cunt. “Lick her Sis,” I said encouragingly, and shifted so that Candy could accept my erection in her hungry mouth.

And so it began.

Stephie between Candy’s legs, lapping with an eagerness I found incredibly arousing. Candy bestowing me with a superlative blowjob, bringing me to the edge time and again before backing off and bringing me back again. However I was already formulating a plan that required me being able to fuck and so with some regret, I disengaged myself from her seductive mouth and moved around behind my sister who happened to be on her hands and knees at the time.

I will never know for sure if Stephie knew what I was up too. I have my suspicions, but that’s all they are. I didn’t give myself the opportunity to change my mind as I cupped her ass with trembling fingers and thought how much better she felt than Candy; and I’d thought Candy perfect only moments before.

I also knew that Steph was well aware of whose hands were on her ass, and what they might do next. As for me the danger of what I. or rather we were doing was not lost on me and sixteen or not, I intuitively knew Steph did as well. There was no doubt that she felt my hands on her. She had after all joined Candy and me on the bed. That of itself was a willful act. I took it to mean that anything that followed was approval on both our parts.

I should mention Candy’s reaction to all this–her hand darted between my sister’s legs, cupped her pussy and found her excited enough to exclaim loudly: “Jesus, Steph, you’re soaked! Do her, do her Howie!”

I looked into Candy’s wide blue eyes and without saying a word sought confirmation. “Yes, she really wants you too, Howie,” Candy replied calmly, although her body language was anything but calm.

I carefully situated myself between my sister’s thighs and holding my erection in one hand, ran the head up and down her wet opening. Stephie moaned and began to squirm simultaneously. To this day I have no idea what made me do what I did next.

I decided to taste her before entering her and allowed my tongue to trace along each of her folds. Once again, I owe a debt of gratitude to Mrs. Rodriquez and her daughter for allowing me to learn from them.

Stephie’s clit was sticking out. I took it between my lips and sucked on it. Her entire body seized up. I let go, not wanting to take her over the edge so soon.

I repositioned myself and brought the head of my cock to bear on her entrance then gave a slight nudge. Stephie pushed back with an eagerness that startled me. With a soft grunt I moved into her, splitting her pussy open.

I’ll never forget how welcoming warm, wet and tight she was.

“JESUS CHRIST!” Steph screamed, and made a grab for my penis, captured it and fed the remainder into her steaming cunt. I didn’t thrust again, but waited a little for the two of us to adjust to the situation.

“C’mon brother,” Stephie croaked raggedly, “let’s finish what we started.”

I put both hands on her hips, and she pressed back into me. I started slow but quickly built up enough speed to cause the headboard to bang and rattle off the wall. Stephie came quickly enough, crowing delightedly, “Oh, Candy …he’s…gonna…fuck me…to…death!”

“You wish!” Candy replied before gleefully howling with laughter.

I felt Stephie spasming around my dick, covering it with her juices. Candy had taught me how to please a woman when fucking and thanks to her I knew enough to send my hand between us; found Stephie’s clit and massaged it. She came almost immediately.

“Keep cumming, Sis, I’m almost there. We’ll cum together!”

“YES!” Stephie sobbed, “We’ll cum together, my darling baby brother!”

Then I thoroughly wet my fingers with her juices and fed my middle finger into her anus. Stephie lost it, and so did I. All that built up heat and spasming from her pussy triggered the most profuse orgasm I’ve ever had. I’ve yet to replicate it; although there have been moments that came close.

Stephie was gnawing and tearing at the bedspread, and trying to rip it to shreds as I continued fingering her ass until my cock stopped spasming; and only then did I roll away from her and begin to sob with the sudden guilt that swept over me the moment I saw my sister’s tear streaked face.

Moments later Candy was all over me. It took Stephie a little longer to recover before she joined in too, whispering words of assurance that things were all right and caressing me in the less sensual parts of my body.

The bedroom was filled with comforting words in view of what had just transpired between Stephie and me. “No one had been hurt–No harm was done–We loved one another and that made it all right.”

But did it?

It occurred to me that the two women may well have rehearsed some of the language being used on me; that the incestuous act may have been planned in advance without bothering to tell me. I had the good sense to keep such thoughts to myself for the time being. I needed to think things through; to develop my own questions and answers, and to figure out just what to do about it, if anything. I mean, all in all, I felt pretty damn good about everything. The intense pleasure far outweighed any feelings of guilt.

In retrospect, I thought I was a man of the world, but in fact, was only sixteen.

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5 thoughts on “Sisterly Love 5

  1. Thank you all for the kind words on Sisterly Love.
    I have sent chapter 6 out twice now and expect that Rachel is a bit busy and hasn’t had time to add it on. If we’re all patient I’m sure it will happen.
    At least I hope so as I’m up to Chapter 13.
    Paris

  2. Just binged the entire story up until this point. I can’t wait to find out what happens the morning after.

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