Sisterly Love 6

Sisterly Love, Ch. 6
by Paris Waterman

Several long minutes later, the three of us were sprawled out on the bed, but strangely no one was touching anyone else. Candy was still nude, but Stephie had donned a black lace bra and flesh colored undies, along with high-topped stockings.

Stephie gently touched my shoulder. “Howie, we need to talk.”

“Not now, Stephie. Not now.”

“Howie!”

“Not now, Sis!”

“Look, it’s not as bad as you think, Howie.”

“What…what makes you think I feel bad, Sis?”

“I know you, Howie. I – I just want to make sure you’re all right, you know?”

“Are you telling me you can read my mind, Sis?” I shot back and sat up, holding my knees to my chest.

Stephie took a pillow and held it to her chest, mimicking me to some degree and also covering those magnificent mammaries. Did we think alike, or what?

“Um, are you gonna tell Mom?”

It was only then that I realized how terrified she was that I’d feel guilty about what had just happened and just might confide in our mother.

“No!” The word flew from my mouth before I’d thought to utter it. The relief Stephie felt was evident from the changing expression on her face.

Off to one side, I heard Candy cough. I realized she had to be listening to our conversation, but was she sending a message to my sister with the cough? I decided to ignore it as if it hadn’t happened.

“Good! Good!” Stephie said after a slight pause. “I…umm, I don’t know what you’re thinking just now, but…”

“Look, Steph…I’m not thinking, period, at the moment. I need some time to sort things out, you know? I mean, I love you, I truly do, and I wouldn’t hurt you for the world. Candy, too, for that matter. But, I…”

She kissed me then, not passionately, at least not at first, but sisterly. Then it got heated when I attempted to prolong it, and soon Candy was hugging the both of us and I kissed her, too.

The next thing I knew I was playing with both their tits. Now don’t get me wrong – Candy’s babies were great – C-cups, maybe even borderline D’s. Stephie’s, on the other hand – and I had one of each in my hands at the time – after prying them out of her bra cups (I still hadn’t mastered undoing the damn clasp at the back), while definitely C’s, were incredible to behold, whether in a tight tee, or glistening with rivulets of water after coming out of the shower. What I’m saying is that if Candy’s boobs were worthy of a 10, then Stephie’s reached the higher level of 11 or 12.

They turned it into a contest of sorts. No, they weren’t competing with one another – they were toying with me. “Lick it harder,” Candy cooed as I went at my sister’s left nipple.

“Give it a hard suck and then bite it hard!” Stephie crowed just as I mashed my face into Candy’s right breast. When I came up for air I saw my sister slapping her pussy with one hand and rubbing her clit with a ferocity I wouldn’t have believed had I not seen it myself.

I was rock hard watching her hands moving between her legs, but I also took note of her full breasts, now swollen with lust, and the thick nipples that had hardened at the tips. They were somewhat thicker and longer than Candy’s, and I had a sudden longing to be attacking them instead of Candy’s.

But I fought the urge off and returned to Candy’s lovely jiggling tits, with their elongated nipples begging to be sucked and chewed.

When Candy found my dick and gave it a hard squeeze through my sweats, I heard Stephie let out an ecstatic squeal as her orgasm burst over her until moments later she lay spread-eagled and panting.

And suddenly my sweatpants were around my knees and I was fucking Candy again. My cock sloshed its way into her smooth, velvet sheath with ease and from the initial thrust Candy was squealing with delight as her climax washed over her. I watched her eyes glaze over and her lips puff up ever so slightly. As she said after the fact: “Everything seemed to go white!”

“Candy,” I gasped. “I love you…”

“Oh God,” she gasped back, “Me, too!”

There was a long moment of silence, and then Stephie whispered in a tiny voice, “And what about me, Howie? What about me?”

I was stunned. I moved to her and, took her in my arms. I could hear her unsteady breathing as sure as she could hear mine. We moved together and kissed slowly, but with each swirl of our tongues, we drove deeper and deeper, faster and faster. I held her tightly, shoving my hard-on up against her vulva, and she pushed back. I felt her thick nipples trying to pierce my chest.

“I – I love you even more than Candy, Sis.”

“You…do?”

“Yes – I love you now and forever, Stephie.”

Candy, still in the twilight of her own orgasm began to cry. I hoped they were tears of happiness.

This was it. We knew we had to stop, but didn’t.

Stephie and I kissed once more, let our tongues drag over each other’s lips, and then broke away. But our embrace held. With our heads over each other’s shoulders, we panted as though we were in the throes of making love; even though all we were doing was lying there, holding each other as closely and tightly as possible. It was all we could do to resist kissing again. And that was what we concentrated on – resisting.

We worked up a sweat just holding still…resisting.

After what seemed an eternity to me, our breathing had almost returned to normal. We had been holding each other so tightly that our arms and even legs were quivering, and with some reluctance we let go. But our hug had been stopping us from going forward, so when we let go, the passion came back like an unstoppable flood.

Under the circumstances it was inevitable that we kiss again and we did, and then I was gnawing at her hardened nipples and squeezing the lips of her sodden cunt while she encouraged me, chanting, “YES – YES – YES!”

But it was Stephie who took hold of the hair on my head and yanked me away from her breast to kiss me savagely on the mouth. I used that as a perverted rationale to send two fingers into her steamy vagina and shuddered when she simultaneously wrapped a leg around my right thigh and gasped into my mouth at the thrill I’d provided her. It was a wet, increasingly sloppy kiss that allowed me to taste the salivating hunger she had for me, and which I gave back to her. I felt the full brunt of her weight when she did the same with her other leg, clinging to me like a second skin.

The thing was, I wasn’t ready for it – with my sweats still round my knees – and lost my balance. We fell awkwardly, bouncing off the edge of the bed, tripping over who-knew-what, and finally slamming me back first into the wall, knocking over a picture I hit with my shoulder.

I recall hearing two things at the same time: Candy yelling, “JESUS!” and the glass of the picture breaking and falling around Stephie and me.

Fortunately, neither of us was cut nor hurt in any way other than our mutually damaged pride.

And when my sister took hold of my erection as we got to our feet, Candy took charge, saying: “You two, Stephie’s bedroom – now! I’ll clean up in here. You have unfinished business to take care of.”

I shucked my sweats off as we entered the bedroom. Stephie shimmied out of her panties and sat on the edge of the bed wearing only thigh highs and heels. A very enticing sight to be sure, but she was enticing and more any way I looked at it.

“Better hurry, little brother. I’m afraid I’m gonna start without you!” That said, she sent both hands to her cunt, one spreading her labia and the other assaulting her clit. She moaned as she touched herself, but she was watching me.

I climbed on next to her, entangled one hand in her hair and the other across her chest to cup and hold her big, right breast. I kissed her just as she arched her back from the sensations her own fingers were giving her. As we kissed, the idea of what she was doing to herself seemed more fun than what my hands were doing, and so I released her lovely breast and gently pushed her hands away from her pussy, replacing them with mine. She was so wet I was fucking her with my middle and trigger fingers fully immersed in her from the start. She ground herself against my hand while I rubbed her fleshy nub of a clit with my thumb. She squealed delightedly and croaked: “Do it! Do it! Do it!”

I kissed her ear, felt her shiver, and then whispered the words that would start everything: “I’m going to do it, Sis. There’s no going back!”

“I know! I know! I know!” she replied, wildly humping my fingers.

I tucked all areas of incestuous guilt into the deepest recesses of my brain and eased my dick into her. As I remember it, it was more like it was drawn into her by a powerful suction with a decidedly reluctant release on easing back out. I went slowly at first, in part so as to memorize the delightful sensations her heated sheath offered me.

Yes, I’d had sex before – Candy, Mrs. Rodriquez’s and her daughter, Rosa, and my high school classmate, Regina, all of whom were fantastic, of that I am positive. But Stephie was…superior to all of them. There was this contracting of her vaginal muscles that made each and every thrust into her an adventure unlike any other before or since as she milked my dick relentlessly. Moreover, our conjoining appeared to last and last and last – until with a primordial scream we came together and collapsed in one another’s arms.

We didn’t speak for quite some time. And then it was Stephie who began by saying: “I love you, Howie! I don’t know how, but I’ll figure out a way we can be together…conventions be damned. We’ll get married…umm, one day…no one has to know. I love you so much!”

“I love you too, Stephie,” I said, and meant it. As if to prove it, my hips began moving again. I was still hard and getting harder with each successive stroke.

“I’m your brother, Steph…we can’t get married…”

Whether she heard me or not, I don’t know, but she responded by moving with me, and then we were fucking hard and fast, screaming and thrashing, grappling with each other with an intensity neither of us had ever felt before. It was love making at its greatest; each time I drove my cock into her I felt as if I was going to cum, but didn’t, and so it seemed that I was constantly at the edge of cumming, but holding off just enough so as not to.

Stephie kept telling me she was cumming and our bodies were drenched in sweat. We had the bed shaking and clattering non-stop and the headboard actually splintered against the adjacent wall.

At some point, Candy reentered the room and stood, mouth agape watching us, with one hand between her legs masturbating furiously as my sister and I rutted like wild beasts in the jungle.

Then I came, filling my sister with my seed, but I remained hard and Stephie climbed on top and sank down on my seemingly perpetual erection. She rode me for a minute or two, then went out of control, using her entire body to jackhammer her cunt on my pole until she weakened to the point of becoming a ragdoll and limply toppled off of me and onto the rumpled sheets.

Strangely enough, I found Candy sitting limply off to one side of the bed afterward, also apparently worn out sexually. I still sported a semi-hard cock, but wasn’t interested in fucking anyone at that moment.

When Candy saw my condition, she immediately begged off, pleading with me not to fuck her and I had to laugh until I realized she wanted me to fuck Stephie again instead.

“I think we all better rest for a while,” I managed.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Candy agreed.

“Howie?” My sister said in a soft, low voice.

“Yes, Steph?”

“What are we gonna do?”

I had no idea and was about to say just that when the phone rang. It was my mother wanting me to know that this Regina was pestering her about when I was coming home, and would I please call the poor girl and talk to her, and by all means tell her to cool down but be a gentleman about it, and by the way, when was I expecting to be home anyway?”

That led me to put the same question to Stephie and she tearfully replied that the schedule had the Sunday train to Yonkers leaving at 7:15 arriving at 8:04. I passed that on to our mother, who commented that Stephie sounded like she had a cold coming on and would I tell her to drink lots of juice. I inquired if she wanted to speak with her herself, but mother being mother declined, and after reminding me to call Regina, ended the call by hanging up on me.

“Mom says to drink lots of juices for your cold,” I said robotically as I placed the phone back on the receiver.

“What?” Stephie said wiping a tear from her eye.

“Well, she heard your voice and assumed you have a cold.”

“Oh, yeah, she has to read something into every conversation. She always does.”

“She wants me to call Regina and get her to stop calling the house, too.”

“Regina? Who is this Regina?” Stephie asked as if she’d never heard the name before.

“She’s a girl from school. You know, we had sex Thursday night. I told you.”

“You had sex with some Hispanic woman and her daughter on Thursday,” Stephie said, looking strangely at me.

I glanced at Candy who had been standing there. She shrugged her shoulders and the movement also caused her breasts to jounce seductively.

I smiled lewdly at Candy and spoke to my sister: “I also had sex with this girl from school after that. I did tell you, I think Candy can verify it, but you probably didn’t pick up on it after hearing about the mother-daughter thing.”

Stephie gave me an odd look and said: “Well, you had better call her. Mom doesn’t like strangers calling the house. I should warn you, she’ll want you to invite this Reggie over for dinner, so tread carefully.” And, biting back a sob, she excused herself and ran to the bathroom.

“Oh boy, she’s gonna have herself a cry,” Candy said.

“What…was it something I said?”

“You’re a male. Of course it’s something you said,” Candy snapped.

“Oh, get dressed and watch TV. I’ll comfort her. She really doesn’t need you at the moment anyway.” Candy turned abruptly and after knocking softly on the bathroom door, tested the knob, found that it turned and let herself into the bathroom to join my sister.

~ ~ ~

I got dressed, then called Regina. I was surprised at how happy she was to hear from me. I hadn’t considered us any sort of “item” until then, and I felt somewhat giddy at having a real girlfriend that couldn’t wait – or so she said – to see me again.

We discussed our last time together, although in the vaguest of terms, causing me to suspect that either her mother was within hearing distance, or one of her girlfriends was listening in.

I told her again that I’d be back in Yonkers around 8:00 or 9:00 the following night, and that, if possible, I’d like to see her again on Monday after school.

Reggie was all for it, but never mentioned her neighbor, the horny Sydnie-Ann, or the torrid sex we’d enjoyed together, and neither did I.

Following the call, I took a shower, and, after dressing, encountered both Candy and my sister Stephanie.

“Come on, want to grab a little spaghetti?” Stephie asked with a bright, possibly too bright, smile.

Of course I did. I was starving, and proved it to one and all by gobbling up three plates of pasta and meatballs while both girls watched in amazement.

The three of us played grab-ass in the elevator on the way up to their apartment. I was stiff and raring to go when Candy finished opening the door.

I had thought to tackle Candy first, but apparently they’d discussed this long before it even occurred to me and I was told in no uncertain terms that my sister had first dibs – that’s exactly the words used – first dibs. And who was I to argue?

The thing was both women cooperated in undressing me while remaining fully dressed, except for Stephie kicking off her shoes. And what is it with women and shoes? They can never have enough of them, and yet hardly any of them actually fit comfortably.

“I wanna suck that lovely cock of yours, Howie. May I?” Stephie cooed. Are there any words more endearing to a male than those? Well maybe, but that still remains my personal favorite.

Then again, I was at a loss for words and merely nodded, which was all the go ahead she needed. Her tongue tickled my pee-hole first then slowly circled the corona. I held her head in both hands as she began to bob and suck, not taking all that much in at first, but what she was doing was plenty good, actually more than plenty good, it was marvelous.

Candy made an appearance, wearing only a pair of panties I hadn’t seen before, and when she noticed me looking her way, she shook her tits brazenly at me, laughed, and sat down across from us to, as she said later: “Admire Stephie’s technique.”

“I – ot suppose – uck my – other’s – ock,” Was what I heard my sister say with her mouth full. I’ll let you decipher the exact meaning. I didn’t have any trouble understanding, but then I was getting a super-premium blowjob from her at the time. I believe Candy understood her as well, for she burst out laughing just after Stephie uttered them.

“Oh – od, I – ove you – other! And I – ove – dis–ig – ock!”

Then, possibly frustrated, she yanked my dick from her mouth and said: “I love you and I love this big cock of yours!”

That said, she began rubbing my cock all over her face, pausing several times to give the head a quick, hard suck before rubbing it back over her face again. “What’s wrong with us?” she gently sobbed. “Why I can’t I stop?”

She rubbed my dick, wet with spit and tears and pre-cum, back and forth over her face, licking it each time it passed by her lips.

“God, I fucking love this cock, Howie. I want it so bad. I want it in me. You’re my little brother and I want to suck you and swallow you and taste you more than anything in the world!” she cried.

Then she stuffed my cock back into her mouth and sucked me hard before talking with her mouth full again. Not satisfied that her words were clear enough, she pulled off my dick and repeated, looking me straight in the eye “Tell me to stop! Please tell me this is wrong!”

“It’s… it is wrong,” I managed. “But it seems so right, too.”

Stephie’s tears came faster now. “Oh no,” she cried, still looking at me. “Oh no…Why?”

Her face was still pressed against my hard dick; her hand cupped my balls. Then, moaning crazily, she gobbled me up again, bobbing and slurping me faster and harder than before. It was a mutual attack, for her mouth fucked me with at least as much excitement as when I plunged into her. We had reached a very fast, even pace in no time, with my balls slapping up against her chin and her throat issuing wet, involuntary sounds as she threatened to gag herself on me. Stephie finally pulled off.

Taking me from her mouth, Stephie moaned. “We’ve got to stop!” she said, almost out of breath. Thick strings of spit and pre-cum dangled from her mouth to my dick. But then she allowed herself a glance at my slick, red, throbbing meat again, and gasped: “Oh my God.” She stuffed me back in her mouth even as she said: “God.”

But it was Candy who intervened, yelling: “Cum for her, Howie! Fill her mouth with your cum!”

And with a guttural roar, I did exactly that. My back arched, my hips bucked, and an indescribable pleasure snatched energy from every cell of my body only to fuse together in a huge gush of molten sperm that shot from my dick and into my sister’s mouth. It came with such force and quantity that the first spurt choked her and spewed back out of her mouth. But the thick white globs were what she wanted, and so Stephie kept at it, struggling to find a rhythm of swallowing that matched the relentless surge of my seemingly endless supply of jism.

Stephie was so excited to have me cumming in her mouth that she opened it even as she fought to catch and swallow each drop. She moaned, but she also spoke as the gushes spilled over her tongue.

I recall hearing Candy exclaim: “Jesus Christ – Incredible!” While Stephie groaned as she swallowed, “Mmmmm, soooo fuckin’ good! Don’t stop, baby. I want it all.”

I knew everything had changed now. More than it had with our previous encounters. We were still brother and sister, but we were also something else – something more dangerous, but also more connected. We shared a passion and bond greater than most lovers.

I could have taken her right there. Despite all the cum I’d just released, I was more than ready for another round; ready to fuck her and make her mine by impregnating her.

I’ll even brag that I didn’t embarrass myself when I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom and deposited her on the bed.

Stephie lay there for a moment then opened her eyes and, seeing me staring at her, gave me a broad smile and said: “How many more times can we fuck today? And must you really go home tomorrow?”

“Lots and yes, in that order,” I answered then kissed her lips so softly she later told Candy it felt like her secret angel had done it.

“You are quite the lover, brother mine. I’m so glad you came to see Candy.”

I came to see you, Sis. Candy is a bonus. But it’s you I want. I mean…it’s you I wanted to see…oh, shit! You know what I meant.”

“Mmmm, I do! I really do. Can you get hard again for me?”

“For you – for Candy – I’ll get hard for both of you, and I’ll prove it if you’ll let me!”

My leer made both girls grin, for Candy had discreetly followed us into the bedroom.

Candy’s smile was devilish. “You sure have a way about you, you know? I mean the easy way you have of flattering a girl at just the right moment.”

“I don’t…” Meaning I didn’t quite understand, but she cut me off.

“Howie?”

“Mmmm, Candy?”

“Your sister and I love playing games,” Candy tilted her head to one side and looked up at me from under her long eyelashes. “Ask her. Go on, Howie, and ask.”

“Steph?” I said tentatively.

“Candy’s right, lover mine. If you want to, we can do something. Something different, you know? I mean, would you like to play with us?”

“Yeah, sure. Especially if sex is involved.”

“It’s definitely involved. So you’re up for some fun and games?”

“Yeah, sure, Sis.” I glanced at Candy to see her reaction and found her smiling enticingly in my direction, providing me with even more reason to go along. “What did you have in mind?”

Candy rummaged around in the dresser drawer and approached me with both hands hidden behind her back. “Show him! Show him!” my sister crowed giddily.

Candy brought her hands out from behind her back, and from each open palm hung a black silk scarf. She giggled and said: “We play this lots of times with each another.”

Stephie jumped in, saying: “We tie you to the chair and blindfold you, okay?”

When I didn’t answer right away Stephie quickly added, “Not so that you can’t move or anything, just lightly. You can get out of it if you want to, you know?”

I glanced at the rickety wicker chair in her bedroom. It was overflowing with stuffed animals of all shapes and sizes. “You mean you want me to sit there?”

“I do,” Stephie answered and then giggled inanely. A quick glance at Candy caught her clapping her hands like a little girl.

I thought that by agreeing I’d make both of my lovely ladies happy and after clearing off the stuffed animals willingly sat down as requested. Feeling slightly ridiculous in the chair – it was really far too small for me, I crossed my wrists behind its back and let my sister bind my hands with the silk scarves.

True to her word, she did it lightly and I knew that if I wanted to I could easily pull myself free. When that was done, Stephie slid her leg over my lap as she dropped onto me. Even with her sitting on me I could gaze over the top of her head. Her eyes lifted to mine and sparkled with mischief and lust.

“You are my prisoner now, brother. I get to do whatever I want to you.” For the first time I felt a tremor of fear. Had I made a bad mistake?

But when her fingers gently glided over my nipples and pecs the feeling evaporated. Stephie sighed longingly. “Oh, Howie, you are so wonderful! I love you so much.”

Before I could respond, she dipped her head forward, took my nipple between her lips and began to suckle it. That felt so good that I let my head slip back and my eyes slide closed as I enjoyed her fluttering tongue.

“Oh, Stephie…”

“Shhh,” she breathed, kissing a path up my chest to my throat, where she licked and sucked, kissed and nipped gently. As she did so, her hips began to grind gently on my crotch as she rubbed her pubis against my dick. When her mouth found my ear lobe, she toyed with it for a moment before breathing, “Do you trust me, brother?”

“Not an inch,” I chuckled.

She sat up and her mouth dropped open in shock before she burst into giggles and playfully slapped my upper arm. “Oh you smart ass!”

She shook her head and added: “I am going to make you pay.” That said, she placed a hand on each of my shoulders and began to grind her pussy harder and faster against me. For a minute or so we kept our eyes locked as her tempo increased even more. My cock was rock hard at this point and was probably why she began moaning intermittently while resting her forehead on my shoulder as she humped away at me.

Meanwhile, Candy busied herself with a small box full of toys, examining them as if determining which ones she would use – but on who? I wondered. After several minutes, Stephie moaned then stopped her gyrations, pushed herself upright, and said: “Umm, better not get too carried away, I have plans for you.”

And right on cue, Candy stepped in behind me and added a silk scarf around my eyes as a blindfold until I could see nothing. “Still trust me, Howie?” Stephie giggled as she slipped off my lap.

“Nope,” I answered as the two women moved about the room and I tried to figure out what they were up to, but couldn’t. Suddenly a pair of warm hands landed on my thighs. One of the girls – they both wore the same fragrance so I had difficulty telling one from the other while blindfolded – steadied herself as she knelt on the floor in front of me. Then, with her palms, she pressed on my thighs to indicate I should widen them. I obliged her, and then two mouths descended on my erection, licking, kissing, and sucking until I was groaning with need; my cock was throbbing so hard it hurt.

Suddenly the blindfold was ripped away and I saw Candy glare at Stephie. My sister smiled at me and said: “Change of plans, Howie,” and she took hold of Candy’s panties and all but tore them from her voluptuous body. That beautiful shaven slit was directly facing me, its labia all pink and swollen with desire, glistening with the juices of arousal. I had such a good view that I could even see inside a tiny way where she gaped from the finger-fucking she’d given herself while my sister and I were fooling around.

“See that, Howie? See that gorgeous hole waiting for you? Do you want to put your cock in there, Howie?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me better than that or I may not let you play, after all.”

I could see Candy was game, and so was I. “It is a lovely pussy, Sis. A very lovely pussy and I do want to fuck it – I do want to fuck her…Candy, that is.”

“That’s better,” Stephie cooed, playing her role to the hilt. “Well, Howie, that’s fine. The thing is – I want you to fuck the both of us. I want you to take that limber sixteen-year-old dick and make us both cum repeatedly. Can you do that, Howie?”

“I’ll certainly do my best, Steph,” I replied, gravely. Hey, I took this seriously. I felt confident I could manage, and never for a moment doubted my staying power in that regard.

Stephie outsmarted me – and not for the first time either – instead of freeing my hands Stephie clambered onto my lap and tendered one of her rock hard nipples to my mouth. “Suck it first. Suck on your big sister’s titties. Lick ‘em. Tongue ‘em. Suckle ‘em as if you’re my baby boy and I’m your Momma!”

A grin split my face at her rambling dirty talk, but I did as she wanted and locked my lips around that spongy nipple. I had to admit that she had the most perfect tits I could imagine. They were, as I would later learn, termed banana-shaped, and topped off with large puffy nipples that were made for sucking long term.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as I fluttered my tongue over a distended tip. “That’s it, brother dear. Oh, Candy, he has quite the mouth on him.”

“He does,” Candy readily agreed. “And his dick ain’t bad either.”

While my mouth worked on Stephie, she ran her fingers through my hair and ground her crotch against my stomach. “Oh, Howie. I am so horny I think I’m going to explode! I’ve got to have you first. Just for a little bit; just to take the edge off, okay?”

Without waiting for an answer, she positioned herself over me and sank down, impaling herself on my pulsing shaft.

I had never felt this good in my entire life! She felt like melting velvet as her slickened vagina gave way to my rock hard cock as she rode the elevator to the base of my shaft.

“Unffff!” I grunted, as she bottomed out.

“Jesus, Howie! That feels so good! So right!”

That said, Stephie began riding me cowgirl style, rising up and dropping down on my cunt-juice slathered dick.

When I managed to tear my eyes away from my sister’s humping action, I saw Candy’s hand flashing over her clit as she watched our incestuous coupling. Our eyes met and hers shone with undeniable lust. It really was turning her pussy molten to watch a brother fucking his sister.

“That’s great, Stephie,” I moaned as she worked my dick with as firm a grip as I’ve ever known and it certainly felt like I’d remain buried in her silken sheath forever.

“Candy,” My sister called out, “can you see what a bad, bad girl I am? I’m so nasty fucking my own brother! Can you see? Look at me. Look at me riding my brother’s cock! See him fucking his fantastic meat in and out of me?”

Candy’s hand sped up in its work on her clit, her back arching as she mewled and shut her eyes.

Stephie giggled and looked at me. “She always makes that noise when she cums it’s…”

Before she could finish, I hungrily covered her mouth with mine and thrust my tongue deep only to have her purr into my mouth, our saliva mingling into a sweet, incestuous honey.

My breath rushed out as our mouths separated and I felt my heart pounding with a new kind of love for Stephie, and it warmed me through and through.

We resumed our fuck and somehow Stephie sensed I was ready to explode and lifted off me with a final sucking kiss. “I think it is time to unleash you, and sic you onto Candy, don’t you?”

Stephie was chuckling as she undid the scarf wrapped around my wrists.

“Oh, I’ve been waiting for this, big boy!” Candy half laughed, half snorted as she patted the bed next to where she sat waiting.

The bed bounced wildly as Stephie flopped on it, legs akimbo and shouted: “”Enough already! Fuck her!”

I joined them as quickly as possible, repositioning myself between the two of them, then moving Candy so that I could penetrate her in what was basically the missionary position.

But my sister refused to allow me the honors, taking hold of my stiff dick and with a brusque, “Here, let me,” steered my dick into Candy’s silky, wet hole.

Candy smothered me with hot kisses, wrapped her legs around my hips and began fucking me so furiously it was all I could do to stay wedged inside her.

Well, for a short time anyway – I soon figured out what I needed to do at my end and soon we were hammering away at one another with my sister off to one side cheering us on.

I wasn’t about to ejaculate anytime soon, and so as we both tired from our fierce fucking I slowed us down by easing my cock almost all the way out of her and then unhurriedly plunging back. When I went to repeat the process, Candy reacted by clenching me with her vaginal muscles and essentially trying to hold me in place. It made for a fantastic interlude in our fuck and I have used it repeatedly with different women ever since with great success.

Candy was gasping with pleasure from the outset of this tactic. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders leaving marks I had a problem explaining to Regina Monday afternoon, but that’s another story.

Candy’s climax arrived and the blissful expression on her face had my sister applauding the both of us, with words like: “Great show!” and “You two sure can get it on!”

“Oh, my God, Stephie, it’s wonderful! Oh!” Candy moaned happily.

Even on the sidelines, Stephie couldn’t resist her dirty talk. It was that much more of a turn on because she looked so innocent and childish; you’d never expect to hear such filth spew from her mouth, let alone say them with such relish.

“Do you like my brother’s cock, Candy? Is he tearing up your twat?”

“Lord, yes, Steph!”

And in my case: “Fuck her harder, Howie. Pump that pussy like it belongs to a whore.”

So I did. I continued with our slow fuck until I felt her nearing another orgasm, then I increased my thrusts to top speed and brought her to a mind-jolting climax that left her shuddering for several minutes.

“Oh! Ah! Oh, yes! Oh, God yes!” she croaked as she held me tight with both arms and legs, fearful of having my cock leave her molten cunt now spasming like crazy as she rocked through her latest orgasm.

“She’s such a fucking slut!” my sister cackled lewdly as she stuck her tongue into Candy’s ear. The redhead’s face screwed up in wrinkled delight and her nose ring appeared to vanish into her left nostril as she squirmed from the pleasure.

“Brother fucker!” Candy shot back.

“That’s me,” Stephie laughed, lifting her head up to steal a kiss from me as I continued slowly fucking her girlfriend.

Suddenly Candy shifted beneath me and I felt her inner thighs graze my side before she hooked her knees over my shoulders. Fuck me; women never cease to amaze me. I mean, Candy was a bit on the plump side – not overly heavy – but most women would have needed a little help from me, you know, a guiding hand maybe, but not her. She even crossed her ankles behind my head and I winced as she fucked me back for all she was worth.

Of course, I responded in kind – and soon the sweat was dripping off me like I was standing in the rain. Candy was too – her red hair was plastered to her scalp. Then she lurched and cried out. I felt her shudder and her pussy walls detonated around my cock and I found myself screaming: “Fuh-fuh-FUCKKKKKK!” as I emptied my balls into her and collapsed on the bed.

Candy came a moment after me – rippling and twitching like she was being electrocuted.

We lay there panting; two bodies weak from their combined passion. I’m guessing a minute or more went by before Stephie intruded on us. I say intruded, but that’s probably the wrong word since all she did was stroke Candy’s face for a while until Candy moaned. Then my sister got this mischievous grin on her face and barked: “That’s my brother’s cum you just took, bitch. Give it back.”

With an evilly wanton laugh, she slid down Candy’s body to the juncture between her thighs and worked her tongue into Candy’s well-used cunt, seeking my hot cum.

I watched in disbelief, and then toppled back laughing as she winked at me and licked her lips.

She spent about fifteen minutes lapping and sucking away at Candy’s snatch, bringing her girlfriend to another tumultuous orgasm, and then abandoned her to nestle next to me, saying: “I love you, Howie,” as I put my arm around her and then kissed her, tasting Candy and myself..

I remembered to reach out with my other arm and pull candy close then kissed her too. “And I love you too, you kinky redhead!”

~ ~ ~

We didn’t leave the apartment the rest of the weekend. When I was too tired, or just couldn’t get it up, Stephie and Candy went at one another. Their energy seemed endless, and after watching the two of them perform I usually became re-energized and pounced on whoever was closest at the time.

Truth be told, they half carried me to the taxi and sat on either side of me until we reached Grand Central Station. I insisted I could walk to my train platform, but they saw me to that as well and only left after watching me board my train.

I slept until a kindly woman woke me telling me we had reached my stop. I got home, found my mother was out and went right to bed and slept like a baby.

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