Sisterly Love 2

Sisterly Love, Ch. 2
by Paris Waterman

At first I really thought my mother would balk at me going back to visit my sister in Manhattan the next weekend, but she had a date – a DATE! With some guy her best friend knew and recommended. What the hell? I mean, she and my Dad were only separated, and that had only been going on for almost four weeks. I didn’t think that was long enough to be dating (and God knows doing what else) with some guy recommended by her girlfriend.

The thing was – and it pissed me off – my sister thought it was great. I almost cancelled and would have had it not been that Candy was looking forward (like I wasn’t) to our next session. That’s how my sister phrased it, our little session.

Anyway, I continued to slink through the halls of my high school glancing at every clock I passed, willing time to speed up and rescue me, at least until I had to do it all over again on Monday. As it was, I kept mostly to myself, eating lunch in the farthest corner of the cafeteria, bolting from class to class and fleeing the premises as soon as the dismissal bell rang.

The week went by quickly enough. But on Thursday I noticed something – I should mention that Stephie had tipped me off a little about girls my age. She told me not to stare at them directly where they might catch me looking, but to use my peripheral vision to see if they watched me as I passed them in the school halls.

I did, and damned if they – well, not all of them – but a couple of pretty cute ones did check me out as they passed by. You know, checking my goodies out. In my case they seemed to like watching my butt and then yammering away to the girl next to them – there’s always another girl there isn’t there?

So I wasn’t a social misfit. There was a certain level of interest in me and that made me walk a little straighter the remainder of the week. I paid particular attention to several girls I had found attractive, complementing them on their attire and in one case a new hair style and discovered it opened doors I hadn’t thought possible. In one instance, Regina, or Reggie as she told me to call her, actually stopped me near my locker to ask me how things were going. She was close enough that I could smell the spearmint gum she was chewing and I couldn’t take my eyes off her full, pouty lips working on it. I returned to reality on hearing her sigh dramatically.

“Uh, I’m sorry. What’d you say?” I stammered.

Regina bestowed a dazzling smile in my direction and said: “I wanted to know if you were going to the new film opening Friday night.”

If I’m going to be truthful about things, I didn’t get her meaning until much later and I told her I’d be headed to the city Friday after school.

She flipped her brown hair about her shoulders and cut quick looks up and down the hall. Most of the students had filed into their classes and it didn’t appear anyone was taking an interest in her conversation with me. She leaned closer to me.

“Can you keep a secret?” Regina whispered. Of course I nodded.

“My parents are out of town tonight and my dad just stocked up the fridge with beer. You wanna come over and knock back a couple? Maybe watch a movie?”

I was totally floored at this. “Why?” I asked dumbly.

She got a semi-hurt look on her face and turned to leave. I scrambled to stop her.

“No, no, no. I mean, why me?” Regina’s face relaxed and she shrugged.

“There’s something about you…you’re different somehow. I don’t know what it is, but I want to know you better.”

Had I changed that much after the time spent with my sister and Candy?

“Err, I don’t have any plans for tonight, Reggie…I’d love to watch a movie with you. I’d have said yes to Friday night but I have a family commitment in the city this weekend.”

“Soooo,” she said, dragging the word out, “say about eight?”

She gave me her address and phone number which I wrote down in front of her and then stood there looking at her.

She laughed and said, “See you later then.”

~ ~ ~

It was still Thursday afternoon when I met Mrs. Rodriquez. I must admit I had never seen Mrs. Rodriquez before that day. Although I later found out she had lived on the same block as me for over a year. But that’s Yonkers for you. People come and go and if you don’t have some personal contact with them, it’s likely you won’t know they even exist.

Mrs. Rodriquez was at least old enough to be my mother, perhaps older. It is hard to tell with some Hispanic women, but you could tell from her dress that she was not wearing anything remotely current, style-wise.

I only noticed her because she was about fifty feet in front of me, walking down the street carrying two shopping bags when one of the bags burst, sending produce and a container of milk to the sidewalk where it splattered all over her legs and the produce.

I was brought up to be of assistance in such matters, and hurried to her side to help her pick up the head of lettuce and carrots and several apples and oranges, but realized I had no place to put them.

“Let me carry these to your place, ma’am, I said as politely as possible. “No hope for the milk I’m afraid.”

It was then that I found she spoke broken English as she pointed to a building three doors down.

I nodded and started walking toward the building, hoping I wouldn’t drop anything along the way. She followed about two steps behind me carrying the remaining bag, which I would later learn was twice as heavy as it was filled with canned goods.

Mrs. Rodriquez took the lead when we reached the apartment building and using a key let herself in, motioning me to follow. It turned out she lived on the fourth floor and up we climbed, with me praying that I wouldn’t drop anything on the way. I managed not to, and after she opened the door to her apartment, she said, “You come in. You such a nice boy.”

I placed the items I was holding carefully on the kitchen table and made ready to leave, when she told me to sit down. I sat down on one of the four chairs around the kitchen table.

“I’ll be right back,” she said and walked down the hall into what appeared to be a small bedroom. I sighed and stared around the kitchen thinking this woman was going to offer me money or something, which I really did not want.

As I glanced in the direction she had gone hoping to see her return so I could take my leave. I was already daydreaming about fucking Candy over the coming weekend when I caught just a slight glimpse of Mrs. Rodriquez in her bedroom mirror changing her clothes. There it was – a naked woman slipping into a housecoat! Her smallish tits were burned into my retinas. I would never forget them. Seeing something you’re not meant to see is one of the most rewarding sights you’ll ever behold. And if it’s a naked woman – well look out – one’s mind reels out of control. All thought of leaving quickly vanished. Was it possible that I might get another, possibly better view of her nude?

She came back into the kitchen and offered me a beer. “You wan cerveza? I mean beer?”

I wasn’t a beer drinker – I had tasted it, but it wasn’t my thing at that time. I would come to enjoy beer – all types of beer, but that would be in my early twenties. I accepted it, hoping the housecoat might provide another glimpse of her tits, or even her pussy as she reached into the refrigerator.

I took a gulp of my Corona as she put away the groceries.

“You live around here?” she inquired.

I nodded as I took another gulp of my beer.

“You got girlfriend?”

I laughed and shook my head from side to side.

She laughed with me and said, “Ho, I’m asking this and don know you name,” as she finished putting the produce in the refrigerator. Still laughing Mrs. Rodriquez said, “You want you reward, yes?”

Before I could say it wasn’t necessary, she dropped to her knees between my legs and began fumbling with my zipper. Yes, I was stunned. I had never even considered the possibility of – well never mind it was happening.

I had a middle-aged woman fumbling with my fly and then fishing out my erection – and how does one’s dick know what’s happening before you do? I’ve never figured that one out.

But out it came – all seven and a half inches of steel snake.

Without another word Mrs. Rodriquez slid my cock into her mouth. It was obvious Mrs. Rodriquez knew how to suck a cock. There I was, sitting in the kitchen chair with her head bobbing up and down and when I moaned she sent a hand in search of my balls and massaged them. It felt wonderful – so did her mouth, she really was talented in that department.

She paused for a moment, glanced up and smiled. “Es good?”

“Very good,” I replied weakly.

“Mmmm, very nice,” she added, followed by another quick suck of the oozing pre-cum off my cock head. Then she stood up and flipped open her housecoat. Being as short as she was her small perky tits were right in my face as she stood before the chair. Mrs. Rodriquez leaned forward and pushed one her hard ruby nipples into my mouth. I swear it was for that one early moment like being an infant again. I latched onto that nipple and gave suck – it had the greatest taste to it.

With her left hand she continued to tug on my cock as I licked and sucked on her nipples. She let out a small moan signifying that she too was enjoying this professional activity. “You are such a nice boy,” she added as her other hand ran through my hair.

I never heard the door to the apartment open. I did hear a female voice shout: “MOM!”

We both looked at the doorway. I was scared shitless to see a twenty something Hispanic girl standing there wearing a business suit. Mrs. Rodriquez seemed unfazed.

“What the fuck are you doing?” the girl asked with no trace of a Spanish accent whatsoever. Why I noticed this above all else I have never understood.

“I have trouble wid de groceries. He nice. He help me.” Mrs. Rodriquez explained as she tightened her grip on my cock.

“Hi,” the girl said, apparently accepting the unusual situation. She smiled at me as she took two steps toward us and extended her hand. “My name is Rosa, and you are?”

“Howard…that is, Howie…I saw your mother having a problem and…”

I realized that Mrs. Rodriquez was still jerking me off and Rosa couldn’t seem to take her eyes off my dick as her mother stroked it faster and faster.

In fact, Rosa shrugged her shoulders as she looked on, even licked her lips once or twice. My hopes began to soar even higher.

“Mom gets this way,” she explained. “I guess we all do,” she chuckled.

Mrs. Rodriquez grunted her agreement and sank back down to her knees and inserted my cock back into her warm wet mouth. I stared at Rosa for her reaction. She bit her upper lip as she watched her mother suck my dick into her mouth.

To my astonishment, Rosa began undressing right there in the kitchen. The dark blue business suit came off remarkably fast. This girl was hot. She had nice melon sized tits with dark nipples and a perfect black triangle of hair around her pussy. She leaned back against the kitchen counter and began rubbing her pussy against the counter while her mother licked my shaft from the head down to my balls.

I couldn’t imagine this stuff if I were jerking myself off at home!

Another glance over at Rosa found her rubbing her clit furiously while still grinding her snatch against the counter top.

I turned my attention back to Mrs. Rodriquez as she continued to attack my dick. Moments later, Rosa appeared at the table, took a moment to clear some flowers in a vase off of it, and then hopped up on the table and slid across until her pussy was just to my left. She grabbed each knee and spread her legs inviting me to lean in and eat her pussy.

Mentally I gave thanks to Candy for teaching me how to handle such rare moments. I was on her like a bear on a fallen bee hive, gnawing at her pussy after twisting my torso to allow Mrs. Rodriquez to continue working my dick.

Rosa’s pussy had a distinctly different flavor than Candy’s. Perhaps it was the different foods they consumed, I don’t really know, but it was markedly different, but just as pleasant.

Her hands took hold of my head and sort of guided my mouth around her erogenous places and I gripped the globes of her ass to bring her ever closer to me. Rosa moaned happily and loudly when I found her dark pink clit. So loudly, in fact, that her mother stopped sucking my dick to admonish her not to disturb the neighbors.

I kept at Rosa’s pussy, sucking and licking. She got so wet that my face was covered with her juices. A small puddle of her fluid was pooling on the kitchen table under her ass crack. I discovered this when I sent my tongue back down the other way towards her ass, which, by the way, smelled remarkably sweet.

Mrs. Rodriquez had left off my dick and was sampling my testicles, and that felt soooo good for two reasons: one, halting her blowjob kept me from cumming just then, and two, it felt sensational for she was teasing my asshole at the same time.

I must have been servicing Rosa even better than I thought I was – after all, what did a sixteen-year-old really know about eating pussy?

I say this not to brag, but to relate her reaction to my cunnilingus technique at the time. She was bucking and moaning and the small kitchen table was shaking. Rosa shuddered but didn’t loosen her grip on her knees – I later learned she’d feared her legs would close, and her position would prevent her opening them again.

In a near panic, Rosa howled, “Mom, we need to move!”

Mrs. Rodriquez looked up and saw her daughter’s precarious situation and stood up, wiped the accumulated saliva from her face and mouth and said, “Living room.”

“Let’s go,” Rosa chirped as she hopped off the table. I stood up and my jeans fell around my ankles. I slid the jeans over my sneakers, kicked both off and followed the curvaceous Rosa’s nude form down to the other end of the small hall with Mrs. Rodriquez a step behind me dragging her housecoat on the floor.

As we reached the small living room, Mrs. Rodriquez draped the housecoat over a chair and I peeled off my tee-shirt. Now the three of us were entirely nude.

Rosa lay down on her back on the bare linoleum and parted her legs again.

I got down on my stomach between her legs and resumed munching away at her delightful snatch.

Mrs. Rodriquez squatted over her daughter’s face and lowered her hairy dark pussy onto Rosa’s mouth.

At this point I had no idea if I was dreaming or if it was really happening. Okay, okay, I knew it was reality; I just had a problem with the daughter eating the mother with me in the picture too.

Obviously they had done this before, but soon enough I managed to lose myself in Rosa’s honeyed cunt and brought her to a tumultuous orgasm. She managed to control herself in that while moaning she kept her mouth adhered to her mother’s twat and sent her off as well.

Rosa’s cunt was dripping like a leaky faucet at this point. I used my fingers to spread her lips open and took time to fully examine the coral-colored innards of her vulva, something I hadn’t had time or nerve to do with Candy or my sister.

She raised her ass in the air slightly as I ran my tongue between the cleft of her ass. I made it to her asshole and was trying hard from this position to get my tongue into her ass. I glanced up to see Rosa giving her mom a hell of a licking as well. She had better access to her mother’s rear than I did hers as Mrs. Rodriquez was squatting over her while I was in a prone position.

It became obvious very quickly that both women liked liking assholes. Well, I was gaining an affinity for it as well so no herm there, eh?

I looked on with interest was Rosa inserted a long red fingernail into her mother’s ass.

Mrs. Rodriquez had a look of ecstasy about her face. The fingernail disappeared only to be followed by the rest of the finger to the second knuckle anyway – as I realized for the first time that I had yet to cum myself.

I decided I wanted to fuck Rosa more than Mrs. Rodriquez, but not by a large margin, so I got to my knees, placed my cock at the swollen, glistening entrance of her pussy and wet as it was, slipped right in.

“OHHHH!” she gasped somewhat surprised while my hand encircled her breasts and felt her thick, distended nipples for the first time.

“What’s wrong?” Mrs. Rodriquez asked thinking her daughter might have broken a nail while poking around her ass.

“He – he’s fucking me, Mom!”

“About time, don you think?” Her mother replied with a lewd cackle.

I leaned forward on my palms and thrust deep into Rosa’s twat. A moment later I realized I could still sample Mrs. Rodriquez’s tits so I craned my neck a little and filled my mouth with her right teat. Mrs. Rodriquez held my head so that I maintained position in sucking her tit while slowly rising to her feet.

“Enough for now, Chico, I take charge now,” and with that, Mrs. Rodriquez reclaimed her breast, moved behind me and stuck her face where my cock was sliding into her daughter’s cunt. First Mrs. Rodriquez lathered my balls. It felt great to have a mouth down there while I was fucking this incredible Hispanic beauty; then Mrs. Rodriquez spread my ass cheeks apart and began to lick my asshole and I literally saw stars as I came big time, flooding Rosa’s snatch with my load.

“Ha-Ha-Ha!” Mrs. Rodriquez chortled, still tickling my asshole with her very talented tongue. “You fill me next, huh, big boy?”

“You bet,” I managed to pant as I dropped away from her daughter to rest and watch them go at it woman to woman.

Finally Rosa called out “Oh my fucking GOD!” and bucked wildly at her mother’s face seemingly glued to her cunt.

With a certainty that hinted they had done this before, Mrs. Rodriquez turned her face away from her daughter’s cooze and sent two fingers into it.

Almost instantly my jism and Rosa’s juices began flying out and splattering everything in sight.

Rosa’s orgasm swept over her, “Más, Más,” she moaned, obviously wanting more.

“You fuck now!” Mrs. Rodriquez huffed at me. I glanced at my dick, found it still reasonably hard and sent it back into Rosa’s tight little furnace.

She came again almost immediately. Having just ejaculated, I knew I would last quite a while and so I did my best to get the Spanish beauty off as many times as possible while I could.

“YES! YES!” Mrs. Rodriquez shouted as she watched her daughter jerking and bucking under my powerful thrusts.

“Do like doggie!” the mother shouted gleefully moments later. I nodded and turned Rosa over so she was on all fours and entered her from behind. Two deep strokes later she was cumming again as I was hitting different spots within her vagina.

“One more then my turn!” Mrs. Rodriquez yelled happily and within a minute or two, Rosa did achieve another powerful climax and Mrs. Rodriquez roughly shoved me off her daughter and shoved her hairy cunt against my throbbing dick.

I should mention that this time I was on top as I entered her – balls deep right off the bat.

She gave out a loud grunt. I heard Rosa giggle and wondered what she found funny. A second later I landed several feet away on my ass, wondering what the hell had just happened.

“She’s like a fucking bronco!” Rosa said while shrieking with laughter.

“Come on – Come on – Come on!” Mrs. Rodriquez shouted.

I remounted as it were, and this time found a hand hold by grabbing the back of her neck and off we went again.

I was actually in the air half the time, plowing down into her snatch on landing each time with a whomp – whomp sound that Mrs. Rodriquez evidently loved.

“HO, BABY! HO, BABY – GIVE ET TO ME!” she screamed imploring me to even greater feats of fucking.

Lord knows I tried, but I was tiring fast and thank goodness Rosa noticed and joined in trying to help me and her mother out.

She placed herself where she had access to her mother’s cunt and went at her engorged clit with a vengeance. And so, with me pounding away on top and rose rubbing away from below, Mrs. Rodriquez started her orgasm.

We both stayed with her as she rode it out and the next one arrived.

Only when a third, less powerful orgasm ended did I cum again and roll away exhausted.

Rosa, bless her lewd little heart, pounced on her mother’s snatch and ate her to yet a fourth cum, then they both collapsed on the floor, sated.

“Wanna take us to the movies Saturday night?” Rosa said after a while. “We could, you know…do it again after.”

“I’d love too, Rosa, but I’ll be in the city this weekend. It’s my parents, you know?”

“She rattled off a sentence or two in Spanish explaining the offer and situation to her mother, who nodded.

“Another time, perhaps?” Rosa added a moment later.

“Oh yes, I’d love that!” I said and kissed them both, then kissed them again, tonguing them for a longer period to demonstrate that I did like them both very much.

“You wan one more blowjob?” Mrs. Rodriquez inquired slyly as I began to dress with both of them sitting watching me in the nude.

“Thank you, but no, I don’t think I could take another so soon.”

I kissed them both again while rubbing their respective pussies, and then left them, hoping I would see them the following week.

~ ~ ~

Regina’s Place – 8:00 PM

Truth be told, I was nothing if not a sixteen-year-old horndog. Less than three hours earlier I had boinked a mother and daughter, I’d gone home and showered their love juices off me, had dinner with my mother, talked for twenty minutes about the mother-daughter romp with Stephie on the phone, and dressed for a date with Reggie — casually since her parents were out — and Stephie told me what Reggie was expecting from me.

Yeah, I was a horndog all right.

Reggie was more likely to be called “cute” than “hot,” but that was certainly no insult. She had an energetic smile and a delightful laugh. Her big green eyes lit up her face, and her brown hair was usually tied in pigtails. She was of average height and just a tad overweight, but a lot of that came from the shapely pair of D-cups ornamenting her chest. Her ass was also a little plump; once again, certainly no insult. She was the kind of girl a guy could date, or just be friends with, but the trick was to get the best of both worlds. We met at a fast-food place for a quick bite, and then drove back to Reggie’s place. We made conversation about everything except what was foremost in our minds: sex.

We sat there talking and drinking beer for another hour. Neither of us drank much, but we were getting looser, flirtier, and touchier with each other. Only a small table lamp was on, so the room was dark, adding something of a romantic ambiance to the room.

Finally, the topic turned in a wild new direction with Regina suddenly confessing, “This is fun.” She laughed and patted my knee. “Usually I hate meeting new guys.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because of these,” she said, pointing at her breasts and laughing. “I mean, they’re the only reason most guys want to talk to me, and I hate that. I hate it because it’s all they want – well, they want more, of course, but my boobs are up front, you know, and that’s all they think about.”

“I don’t understand – you have a boyfriend, right? I mean, so what about him?”

“No,” she said with a wave of her hand. “That’s why I have a make believe boyfriend.”

“What?”

“I know. It’s shows how completely insecure I am. But I don’t like building relationships on first impressions. So I told the girls in school that I going out with this older guy – he’s like twenty-two and in college, so I can’t show him off. We, umm, meet on weekends and not every weekend, so I keep the kids in school guessing, you know?”

“Why?” I asked, it sounded crazy to me. Hadn’t she asked me over? Why me?

“So what do you think I like you for?” I asked with a smile.

“You’re always pleasant. You talk to me – I mean to me and not at my boobs. Oh, I know you check them out, but everyone does that. Even most of the girls check them out, especially after PE, you know?”

“You mean in the showers?”

“Oh, yeah! By the way, with all this talk about them, would you like to see them?”

I put my arm around her shoulders, “Of course I would, but there’s no hurry is there?”

“Howie, did I hear you right?”

“Umm, I said there’s no rush is there? I mean we could kiss a little and cuddle first, you know?”

“Oh, I knew there was something different about you!”

“Really?”

“You seemed different this week. I mean, you’ve always been nice, but if I’m gonna be honest, you were kind of a dweeb, you know? I can’t put my finger on it, but you’ve changed, or have you always been so…so…”

“Look, Reggie, I’ll tell you a secret since you’ve been open with me.”

“Oh…I love secrets!” she gushed and pressed her breast into my arm.

“Two weeks ago I was a virgin.” Okay so it was less than a week, but two weeks let me put some distance on it.

Reggie’s hand closed down on my thigh. “Really?”

“Yeah…but it happened, I mean I met this woman and she showed me the ropes, you know?”

“She taught you everything?”

“I’m not quite sure about everything, but yeah, she taught me a lot, that’s for sure.”

“Can you…show me?”

I groaned and shoved my fingers into her hair. My other hand swept down her back to curve over her rear. I pressed her to me, rubbing her firmly against my erection.

Reggie closed her eyes at the sensation, pulling her mouth from mine to explore the line of my jaw with her lips. She kissed my throat and nuzzled my chin while I discovered a sensitive spot behind her ear that made her shudder.

“More.” She breathed the single word against my cheek and dragged her lips back to meet mine. I sent my tongue into her willing mouth, caressing and exploring her teeth, gums and of course her tongue.

I felt her hands sweeping over the muscles of my back, revealing her desire to touch every part of me.

We shifted position and discovered we could now see ourselves reflected in a large mirror across the room. Reggie blinked at the image staring back at her. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips swollen and pink. Her eyes had a wild look about them. I had wrapped an arm around her waist and caused her D-sized breasts to jut upward.

“I…I’ve never known I look like this,” she said, breathing hard.

“I…I look at you and see a beautiful woman, Reggie.”

She sighed and leaned her head against my shoulder. “When you look at me like that, I feel beautiful.”

I decided it was time to kiss her and did. Reggie melted into my arms, the kiss went on and on, with me nibbling at her lower lip then opening my mouth and covering hers as we tried to devour one another. My hand went under her blouse and around her back to fiddle with the clasp on her bra. I couldn’t undo it, it was too much for me under the circumstances and Reggie came to the rescue, opening it and pulling the wispy material from her D-sized boobs.

The filtered evening light in her living room slanted across her torso, seeming to pronounce and deepen the natural shadows. Her breasts were fuller, heavier than I’d imagined; the nipples even more prominent. I just looked at them for a full minute in utter admiration. She took the opportunity to rid herself of the blouse and sat there half nude next to me, with a look of expectancy on her face.

Was I supposed to complement them? Is the Pope a Catholic?

“They are fucking gorgeous, Reggie,” I managed to get out, and was rewarded by her lifting one up and bringing it to my mouth.

“Suck it for me, Howie, Please suck it for me.”

I did just that, and I can still recall the initial feeling of those tiny pebbled goosebumps on her areola as my tongue swirled over them—and the rubbery texture of the turgid nipple itself as I nibbled and even bit down on it as Reggie moaned delightedly.

“OHHHHH, SOOOO NICE!”

I recall massaging the other breast with one hand and trying to open her jeans with the other, only to fail in that task as I had with the clasp of her bra.

I made a mental note to have my sister teach me the basic rudiments of opening a woman’s bra that weekend, and then, as before, Reggie came to my assistance and opened the fly to her jeans, raising her hips and allowing me to work them down several inches and exposing the top of her red thong to my eyes.

“The other one…PLEASE!”

Dutifully I switched nipples and suckled like a babe in its mother’s arms, pleasing Reggie no end. Some minutes later, she gently worked the teat from my mouth and whispered, “Do you wanna do it now?”

I looked down at the almost invisible hairs on her belly now highlighted in the diffused lighting. Reggie raised her hips and wriggled her jeans down to her knees. It was as far as she could maneuver them without getting up from the couch we were using at the time.

My mind was about as far from thinking about my dick as it would ever be, for at this point I could discern the soft, curly down of her pubic hair. Her belly curved smoothly in a soft arc to the shadowy darkened region between her thighs. In my mind’s eye, I could see that her rich chestnut pubic hair, while not extensive, was thick, full and curly. I was delighted and tormented and excited, all at once.

Then, looking at the crotch of her red thong, I saw a wet spot. She was getting wet, and I was responsible!

I slipped my hand inside my pants to adjust my dick, noisily sucking air between my teeth. It was all hard and caught, bent awkwardly in my Jockey’s. She stopped to watch me. I misunderstood and kept my hand and my manhood inside my Jockey’s.

“Howie?”

I didn’t answer for I didn’t know what to say, even though I didn’t know what her question was going to be.

“Howie?” she said more forcefully, requiring an answer.

“Yes, Reggie?”

She giggled. “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”

Doctor? She wanted to play Doctor? Well why not it seemed like a move in the right direction and I apparently had stalled for the moment.

Later, Reggie would to tell me that she knew exactly what she was doing and what I was doing. She was very aware, very excited and more, thrilled and scared at the same time. She wanted to escalate matters, but it just had to be in a way she could square with her hypertrophied sense of morality…it just isn’t so if you don’t admit it.

“Umm, okay,” I said after a long moment.

The next fifteen seconds were filled with hasty movements and breathtaking glances by both of us.

My dick sprang from its confinement and slapped my belly, drawing an excited gasp from Reggie.

With her eyes riveted on my erection, Reggie fumbled the removal of her red thong – not that it mattered to me; I was completely mesmerized by the entire unveiling of her pussy.

“Yesssss,” I heard myself hiss.

“Ohhhhh,” I heard Reggie marvel on seeing my appendage fully extended. “It’s much bigger than I thought it would be. Are you sure it will fit?”

In response I began running my hands over her belly in slow, hypnotising circles. “Yes, it will. Are you a virgin, Reggie?”

“Noooo, I did it with my cousin when I turned fifteen. It didn’t hurt. Will this hurt?”

“No it won’t. I promise you it won’t.”

I continued rubbing her belly with Reggie looking on as if she were dreaming. I watched her nipples harden as if desperate for attention. I left her stomach to cup them, her mouth parted and a soft moan slipped free.

I played with them for a time, lifting and squeezing, massaging and pushing them together, and thumbing the nipples before biting and sucking one while pinching the other.

“JESUS CHRIST!” Reggie gasped and suddenly began humping the air while I plied her lovely breasts. Her hand went straight to her pussy and began masturbating. I covered the hand with my own, signalling her that I would take over it she was willing to let me.

She switched to her breasts, scrunching them together, and while it appeared to be a painful thing, apparently it sent joyous sensations directly to her clit, or so she said later.

I gently massaged her pussy, slipping a finger through her wet lips and sliding it up and down the length of her, spreading her moisture in agonizingly slow strokes. She knew without touching herself how wet she’d become, how wet I’d made her.

“OHHHHH!” she moaned, unconsciously pressing her pussy up to meet my finger.

Thinking her wet enough, I added a second finger.

Reggie closed her eyes and let her head drop forward. Her brown hair swept over her shoulders, draping around her in a silky curtain. “Oh, Howie…that’s…” She couldn’t put her feelings into words, not that I cared at that point.

“Look at me, Reggie,” I said; knowing my voice was thick with desire. She raised her arms and clasped her fingers behind my neck. The change in position caused her breasts to bulge out even more than normal. I moved to her clit, teasing and taunting the swollen bud. She jerked softly and sighed out my name.

Reggie’s breaths grew heavy. She was on the verge of begging me to put it inside her. I continued rubbing her juices over and around her clit, fingers sliding through her wetness.

“Howie…I’m…”

“It’s okay,” I whispered against her ear. “You can cum if you want.”

That was all it took in the end, the sound of my voice coaxing her toward orgasm. Her hips bucked against my fingers. I held her upright as our eyes met in the mirror. She strained against my hold and let out a long, low groan through clenched teeth. It ripped through her, so powerful her legs would have buckled if I hadn’t been supporting her.

Something told me to keep at her and I did until she gripped my forearm and whimpered for me to stop. Reggie shuddered and turned in my arms. “That was amazing.”

She swept her hair back and fought to catch her breath as her eyes flickered over my face. “WOW!” she said panting for breath. “You’re something else. I mean, if one of the girls had told me…”

“You’re pretty hot yourself, Reggie. I almost lost it when you came.”

My finger skimmed over one of her nipples. “Ohhhhh, that’s really nice, Howie.”

I shut her up with a kiss; allowing my mouth to roam languidly over hers, reheating the fire inside her all over again.

Given the opportunity to talk again, she quickly said, “I never thought it could be like this, you know? I mean, I thought we’d have some awkwardness somehow. But this…this was like being in a movie only it was real.

Her palms began to glide over my stomach. “Mmmmm, you’re really very muscular,” she added as she flicked my left nipple.

“Not a muscle,” I managed to gulp. Reggie laughed, it was lust-filled and lewd, and then she leaned in and bit it. It didn’t hurt, but I yelped anyway. She laughed again, making this one sound even dirtier than the first.

Her mouth dropped open and she slowly undulated her hips. I felt her hand envelope my dick. I let out a loud groan of appreciation. She ran her fingertips along its length and tentatively stroked my balls. Moisture dotted the head of my cock. She used her thumb to spread the slick droplets. “Am I…am I doing this right?”

“You’re doing everything right,” I answered in a weak, squeaky voice. “You’re perfect.”

I kissed her again, my tongue flickering over her lips then retreated, only to dart inside her mouth when it opened to protest.

Unable to wait any longer, I parted her thighs and rubbed my dick against her pussy, causing her to move her hips as I slid inside her just about an inch.

“You okay, Reggie?” I asked nervously.

“I’m fine, keep going…you feel enormous, but I know you won’t hurt me.”

Bit by bit I pushed further inside her and she stretched to accommodate my girth. I had one hand on her ass, the other squeezing a breast giving her several sensations to thrill to as we proceeded. (I did this instinctively, I had no prearranged plan or diagram to follow.) I wanted one thing – well more than one actually, but consciously I wanted it to be good for her, and of course, me as well.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and hooked her ankles at my lower back. I reared back and drove hard and deep.

Reggie bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut. Her cunt expanded around my cock and it felt like I’d filled her top to bottom. I brought everything to a halt and waited.

She was crying and I reached out for her hand, found it and squeezed her fingers. She squeezed back. The moment her eyes opened I began fucking her again, this time using a slow rocking motion.

“OHHH – OHHHH!

“Does it feel good inside you?”

“Mmmmm…yes, Howie, ohhhh yes!”

She looked into my eyes while my hips pumped against hers. “Does it feel good for you?”

I responded with a hard thrust that caused her mouth to drop open. “You have no idea, Reggie,” I gasped.

She didn’t realize it, but I had cum almost as soon as I’d entered her. But at sixteen one can call upon unbelievable recuperative powers, and I had. My boner remained hard; I didn’t run out of gas. I just kept going, enjoying the extra length of our coupling. Regina did too; she just didn’t know we were in round two at the time.

Her mouth searched for mine, found it and nibbled at my lower lip. “Howie?” she asked huskily.

“Yes, Reggie?”

“Isn’t fucking grand?”

“It certainly is, Reggie.”

“Now I realize why everyone talks about it all the time. You wouldn’t believe how many girls at school say it isn’t all people say it is.”

“I wouldn’t say anything to them, Reggie, but I think they’re not doing it right.”

Reggie let out a loud guffaw and farted – involuntarily, I’m sure.

“Excuse me – but you’re too funny, Howie. “OHHH…Ohh…I think…”

She arched her back and pushed hard against me. Her hips lifted and she let out a long, guttural moan as her body convulsed. “Oh God, don’t stop! OH GOD I’m cumming so fucking HARD! OH GOD! Don’t stop! Oh my, God – DON’T STOP – don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

“Oh, yeah!” I yelled exultantly, and went into what Candy termed “high gear,” slamming stroke after stroke as deeply as possible before backing up and slamming into her again.

Reggie wrapped her legs around me and gripped my forearms. I ejaculated about then, the breath shaking from my nose as I concentrated on keeping the two of us from falling off the couch.

This time she felt the pulsing of my sperm as it splattered within her vagina. I recall growling long and deep as I emptied into her.

My limbs suddenly turned to water and I collapsed on top of her. Reggie leaned her head back and stared up at the ceiling. She swept her hair from her forehead and stroked my back while her pulse settled.

“So…how was it?” I asked with a smile while caressing her face.

Before Reggie could respond, a light flipped on illuminating a room in the house next to Reggie’s.

“Fuck!” the supposedly well satisfied female next to me swore.

“What’s wrong?” I asked while wiping my dick off with my Jockey’s.

“It’s that bitch of a slut, Sydnie-Ann Jablonski!” Reggie glanced down and took in my semi-flaccid state. “Oh, Howie, please don’t let that whore, Sydnie-Ann see it!”

“I don’t understand,” I said, and truly didn’t.

“The bitch next door was obviously spying on us and waited until we got going. Now she’ll tease me no end, that fuckin’ whorish cow!”

“Reggie, we don’t know if she saw any of what we did. And even if she did, so what? What we had was – no, still is – ours and ours alone. Fuck Sydnie-Ann Jablonski whoever she is!”

“No—No! She’ll do something to take you away from me. She’s done it before, she’ll do it again. She’s very hateful.” Reggie was crying crocodile tears and they kept running down her cheeks.

I got up, ostensibly to investigate, and also to see what this Sydnie-Ann Jablonski looked like if possible. “Know your enemies,” some Chinese warlord wrote ten thousand years ago.

I had no intention of abandoning those magnificent tits, or that chestnut covered cunt for that matter, but how was I going to convey that fact to this suddenly overwrought girl?

But that was before I saw Sydnie-Ann Jablonski.

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3 thoughts on “Sisterly Love 2

  1. mmmm thank you again. I loved the contrast between the fuckfest with the mum and daughter, and then the innocent explorative sex of the two teenagers. So delicious and had me cumming in delight :-p xxx

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