"Come on, they're meant to be good. We can catch up another night."
The hard stare which followed told me the decision was made, however hard I tried to influence it. It was Gabi who confirmed the inevitable.
"So, Jamie, see you in an hour. I'm going to grab a quick shower and change into something more relaxing. Are you going to join me, Mara?"
I didn't even have the chance to argue my case. With that final question still ringing through my mind, the two lovers in my life headed off together. I couldn't help myself but stand and stare as they disappeared into the distance. They were so much like chalk and cheese. You had Mara, a good few inches taller with her tanned complexion and flowing dark curls. Then there was Gabi, still as petite as ever, pale skinned with her shockingly blonde hair. I, though, had eyes for the one thing they had in common, staring at their firm asses as they walked. Different the two women might have been, but equally appealing they both were. Finally, I returned to my own place, a déjà vu feeling back in my mind as I wondered just what the two women might be getting up to. I guess I was a little more relaxed about it than the night before, but still this hour couldn't go quick enough.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
On the other side of campus, a trail of discarded clothes wound its way from doorway to bathroom. Everything though came in pairs. A pair of shoes followed by a second pair, then two blouses and two pairs of jeans made a most enticing trail through the flat. The way they were tossed, almost with gay abandon, told of a sudden spontaneity and excitement between the two wearers. The most intimate of apparel was left to adorn the bathroom itself, a black lace bra hanging from the door handle and a second, cream and padded, hung off the edge of the sink. Matching knickers sat one on top of the other in the middle of the floor.
To the curious voyeur, there would have been little more to see. The two women had already disappeared into the shower cubicle, steam now rendering their sensuous bodies into nothing more than ghostly apparitions. Amidst the cascading torrent of water, Mara and Gabi were plotting, a mixture of torment and pleasure foremost in their minds. The immediate pleasure came via a bar of soap and two pairs of wandering hands.
"Mmmm, Gabi," came a gentle moan.
It didn't take much of an imagination to know where one set of hands had reached. A higher pitched giggle, moments later, told that the fun was flowing both ways. That's all it was though, a little fun and frolics together in the shower. A tongue lapping at young sex, maybe a finger dipped just inside, just enough to get the heart racing. Think of it as the appetizer before the main course, tasty enough to abate the hunger but no too much to ruin the appetite.
It was the petite frame of Gabi, wet blonde locks caked to her shoulders, which emerged first from the shower. Close behind came Mara. What should have been two jealous protagonists had, in the course of a couple of days, become two excited lovers. Lovers? Did they love each other, or did they have a single common love interest? Surely though, the spontaneity and excitedness in the way they practically danced to the bedroom suggested just a hint of feelings for each other.
Gabi, hair still wet, was the first to jump on the bed.
"Come on then, what's keeping you?" she teased.
Mara though had something else on her mind.
"Enough, Gabi," she retorted. "And, if you don't get up soon, you'll make the bed all wet, and something tells me that a wet bed won't be so good when we want it later."
Disappointed, yet still pouting in a most teasing sort of way, Gabi sat up. There was already a slight damp mark on the pillow where moments earlier her wet hair had lain.
"Spoilsport," came a teased reply.
Mara though was having none of it. Her mind was set, and she was already rummaging through her drawers, looking for the perfect accompaniment for the evening. Finally, she turned, a sheer black negligee held in one hand. Suddenly Mara had become a stripper, dancing seductively for her personal audience as she . . . no, stripper was the wrong word. Strippers took clothes off, and here was Mara doing a version of dirty dancing as she put on her negligee. Whatever, it was plain to see that her audience only had eyes for her. A matter of seconds later and she was dressed, that sheer fabric doing a poor job of hiding her ample breasts and full bush. A rather unflattering dressing gown did a much more satisfactory job of concealing her desires. Mara sat on the edge of the bed, turned and placed a gentle kiss on Gabi's lips.
"So, what did you have in mind for that brother of yours?"
"Oh, I have an idea," came a mischievous reply from Gabi, "but he is your boyfriend, so I guess you have the say, don't you think?"
"Go on then, tell me your plan."
"Well, I think you said it yourself, when you asked all those questions last night. You were worried he was up to something."
"Yes," Mara replied, "and I was right, he was up to something. No wonder he was so scared about the two of us being together, alone."
"Exactly," agreed Gabi. "So, why don't we turn the tables on him. He's scared you'll find out about us, but he doesn't know that you already have the dirty dishes on him."
"I guess you mean he doesn't know that you've dished the dirt on him," came a giggled retort.
"Yes, whatever. Well, I was thinking we could do something like . . ."
What came next was whispered, almost inaudibly into Mara's ear. A nodding head and a couple of muted chuckles signified her agreement with her guest's plan. All that remained was for Gabi to ready herself and Jamie to arrive.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
At the appointed hour, I knocked on the door still hoping to convince both women to go out to see the band. I stood there, on the doorstep, waiting. A second rap and still I waited. Had the two loves in my life decided, after all, to go see the band? I already had my hand clenched into a fist, ready to bash the door down, when it slowly opened. What must Gabi have thought when she saw me there, fist raised in the air and ready to be brought down hard.
It was only a fleeting thought, as something else immediately grabbed my attention. It was Gabi's state of dress, or more her state of undress. Here was my sexy step-sister seemingly dressed in nothing more than a large bath sheet, secured tightly at the top. I knew she had said about showering to freshen up, but I did expect her to cover up too. Now, was I being a hypocrite? Any other time I would have been more than happy for Little Sis to show off her delightful petite frame. Now though was not any other time. Now was time with Mara. I'd managed to steer clear of any confrontation so far and for sure I was going to keep it that way.
"Come on in, Big Boy," came the sweetest of welcomes.
I had no other intention. For one, I didn't want to give Mara any opportunity to doubt me and, for two, I didn't want any passers by to see my step-sister dressed this way. Quickly I stepped inside and pushed the door closed behind me.
"I guessed you'd be dressed by now. Should I come back a little later?"
"Oh, but I am dressed. I told you I was going to put on something more relaxing."
"You're wrapped up in a towel, Gabi."
"So I am. Are you suggesting I should take it off?"
I couldn't quite believe it when Gabi's hands headed for the top of the towel. She really was intending to take it off, right there and then.
"No, no . . . what will Mara think?"
"Oh yes, silly me. I guess I'll have to say hello in a different way."
She was on me in a flash, standing on tiptoes with her arms around my neck and her lips pressed tightly against my own. I tried to pull away, but simply ended up edging myself backwards onto the closed door. I knew it was wrong and that Mara could appear at any moment.
"Gabi, we shouldn't," came my attempt to catch her attention, muffled words barely understandable as she continued her caress.
For all I tried to object, Gabi was having none of it. She was up close and personal, rubbing her sweet body against mine. I could already feel the tell-tale stirrings inside my jeans and guessed, by the way she ground her towel covered hips over that very area, that she could too. Still I continued to utter my muffled complaints, but to no avail. What happened next though was a little unfortunate series of events. A noise in the background, had Gabi pull away quickly. I though was a little slow to react, and what started as another muffled complaint became fully audible.
". . . we shouldn't . . ."
"Shouldn't what?" came a familiar voice.
"Oh, nothing. I was just making my Jamie feel welcome," came Gabi's rather innocent reply as she backed cautiously away.
I on the other hand just stood there, suddenly rather self-conscious. It wasn't anything we had done; in fact, we really hadn't done anything. What was on my mind though, was the bulge in my trousers. It had been little more than a kiss and a playful embrace, and almost immediately I was rising to attention. I so hoped that Mara wouldn't notice.
I was soon to find out the answer. Mara was quickly replacing Gabi in her own embrace, a more sensual kiss, but as she pulled herself in close her hand suddenly headed south.
"What's this?" she asked, cradling my bulge in her hand. "Looks like Gabi really made you welcome, doesn't it?"
"No, its not what you think."
"Really? It seems to me that your little sister really gets you excited."
"No, no, it's nothing like that."
"Then, Jamie, you won't mind if I undo these and take a look, will you?"
Rabbit caught in the headlights suddenly came to mind. I froze on the spot, willing my cock to suddenly returned to its unexcited state. The problem though was that this unexpectedly dominant, controlling Mara was a bit of a turn-on as well.
"Mara, you can't!" I exclaimed. "Now is not the time and what would Gabi think?"
"Can't? Or, maybe you don't want me to? What exactly are you hiding in there?"
"I mean it, Mara. Now is not the time for . . ."
". . . for what? For exposing just what the two of you have been up to? If you have nothing to hide, then you won't have anything to object to. Now, be a good boy and stop your moaning."
I should have been pulling myself away in disgust at her confrontational style, yet I simply stood there as she undid my belt, button and zip. I didn't even stop her sliding my jeans down over my hips, my only action being to try and hide the evidence behind a well-placed hand and to pray for a sort of miracle. Okay, so I wasn't religious, and praying wasn't my forte. Instead, I was running all sort of excuses through my head just in case of the worst.
A hand grabbed mine, a vice like grip, fingernails digging hard into my bones. She yanked yanking my hand to one side, and I glanced down at the lump in my boxers. Slowly, I glanced up at Mara, who simply smiled back as she placed her free hand on my encased manhood. There was no denying it now. In fact, if I had even the slightest decrease in arousal, the presence of her hand suddenly reversed that trend.
"So, what's this Jamie?"
"It's . . . it's . . ." I really couldn't find the words.
"It's what the sight of your sister does for you. I always knew you were close, but really didn't expect you to be this close. What do you have to say for yourself, Jamie? And how about you, the innocent little sister?"
"Stop, Mara. It's not her fault. I guess I was excited to see you both, and Gabi was just there first."
"Is that it? Did seeing us have this effect?"
I gasped slightly as Mara squeezed my hardened manhood and firmly caressed its length.
"In that case I have an answer."
"What?"
"Well if seeing us makes you hard, then the answer is for you not to see us. Gabi, be a darling and pass me one of the scarves from the coat stand. If what you tell me is correct, Jamie, wrapping it tightly over your eyes will solve any problem."
Moments later my world went dark. Instinctively I reached for the scarf, intent on removing it. A hand was waiting and once again I felt fingers digging into my wrist before I had the chance to do anything. That second hand went back to caressing my bulge, before squeezing hard, real hard.
"Owww!" I screamed. "What was that for?"
"For being a naughty boy," came a reply. It was Mara's voice and I assumed it was still her hands holding the various parts of my anatomy.
"But I haven't been . . . owww!" came another scream as she once again squeezed down hard, this time on my balls.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice. Keep misbehaving and it'll be the hard way. So, are you gonna behave yourself?"
"Yes, yes," came my almost pleaded reply, knowing that all I could do now was rely on my sense of sound to try and work out what was happening around me. My mind was awash. Why had Mara suddenly turned on me like this? For sure, her unexpected dominance was rather exciting, even arousing, but why now? It was so out of character for her, or at least it was so out of the character that I knew.
"What is it you want, Mara?"
"Oh, I think you know what I want. I want to know all about you and . . ."
"Gabi," I replied. The penny had dropped. This was all about Gabi. She'd seen her kissing me and put two and two together. "It's not what you think Mara." I could feel her gripping tight on my balls again, tight enough to be painful but this time I didn't scream.
"Tell her Gabi, tell Mara that it's not what she thinks."
The silence was earsplitting, almost incriminating. At the time when I needed her most, was Little Sis really going to let me down.
"Please, Gabi," I was almost pleading, "tell her about you and Jules."
After what seemed an eternity, a second voice called out from the dark.
"But, Jamie, Big Boy, I've already told Mara about me and Jules. She was a very interested listener. What else do you want me to tell Mara about?"
"Tell her about us? Tell her how . . ."
My words suddenly took on a very female tone, a Latin female tone.
"How you let her get you all excited, just like this."
Much to my relief the hard grip on my balls disappeared, replaced by a gentle caress over my whole bulge, fingers tracing the outline of my manhood. If my erection had subsided at all, it was now harder than ever.
"Mmmm, Mara," I called out, "but what about Gabi?"
"Oh, don't worry about her. I think she's interested to see what happens next, to compare notes so to say. I know how much the two of you enjoyed your time together, isn't that right Gabi?"
"Yes, Mara," came Gabi's voice. "Having a brother like Jamie is great. He is so . . . what's the word? . . . accommodating."
"Are you, Jamie? Are you accommodating? How did you accommodate your little sister? Did you accommodate her in the cinema? How about your bedroom, did you accommodate her there also?"
I was shocked. It was only two words, but why had she picked those two? It wasn't like 'cinema' and 'bedroom' normally came up in the same conversation but suddenly she had used both. Was it an unlucky coincidence, or did she know more than I expected? Unfortunately, it was obviously the latter.
"Yes, Mara, but it wasn't what you think. I never intended it to happen, it just sort of . . . owww!"
"I told you before, you're in no position to try and justify yourself. I know much more than you could imagine; the how's, the what's and maybe even the why's. Now, tell me what she did next."
It was like she was asking questions, but already had the answers. I just stood there, silent in the darkness, by senses working overtime as I pondered quite what she was going to do next. No wonder Mara had been so keen to stay in for the evening. She had it all planned. I could already hear the words running through my head as she showed me the door and the end to our relationship. Would Gabi do the same also?
"Cat got your tongue? Well let me try and guess. Did she take her hand and slip it gently inside your pants? Is that so? Is that why she calls you Big Boy? Is it because of this?"
I so wanted to stop her, but instead just stood there as my boxers slowly rode down my legs. Even in the warmth of her room, I could feel the chill of fresh air around my now rampant cock. I didn't have to reach down to know that it was pointing up towards the ceiling. The hand was back, now stroking my nakedness. Was it daintier and perhaps just a little colder than before? I couldn't be sure.
"Mara, I called out. You don't need to do this. My heart belongs to you, not Gabi."
"Oh yes, that I know. But, it didn't stop you when she did this."
As her words died in my ears, I felt the touch down below. A gentle kiss before slowly she ran her tongue along the underside of my shaft. Time after time she repeated this most gentle of caresses.
Unable to see anything, I seemed ever more receptive to her touch as I listened closely to the gentle lapping of her tongue. Somewhere in the background there was another noise. It was a rustling sort of noise, a gentle rustling, maybe the sound of something soft being rearranged or even discarded. It was there, a noise in the background but my mind was too focused on what was happening closer to home to really pay too much attention.
"Oh, look how hard you are," came Mara's still hard voice. "Did you get as hard for Gabi, and did you let her take care of it for you? Maybe she did this as well."
A hand took over from that tongue, sliding up and down my shaft, the coating of saliva easing its passage.
"Mara," I tried to interrupt.
"Mara, Mara, Mara . . . but what about Gabi? Did she stop there, or did she take you inside? Tell me Jamie, tell me what she did with you."
"She didn't," I retorted, reaching down and stroking Mara's long hair. At least I assumed it was Mara's long hair, but in the dark I guess it could only be an assumption.
"Didn't what, Big Boy?"
There was something different about the voice. It was more like Gabi's but not quite. Was Mara trying to imitate Gabi, just to rub it in? I reached down again, running my fingers through long hair. Yes, it felt like Mara, but the voice? I gasped out loud as, without warning, she ran that hand down the length of my shaft, exposing my engorged head as she went.
And then it started. It was so gentle, yet with every touch a tiny shockwave of excitement ran through my cock, making it jerk involuntarily. Teasing my head, ringing my peephole before stroking around the helmet and then returning to flick across my most sensitive spot.
"Mmmm, Mara," I moaned, as her tongue worked its magic.
Her teasing tongue ceased its torment, only to be replaced by a gentle warmth as she took my head inside her soft lips. I could have died and gone to heaven as she slowly withdrew from my cock, sucking as she went. And then once more, taking me in her warm mouth just a little deeper than the last time, before pulling off again. There was a rhythm building, a most delightful rhythm which I hoped would never stop. Disappointingly but maybe expectedly, it did stop, her warm mouth being replaced by the chill of fresh air on a now wet cock.
"You liked that, didn't you?"
It was Mara's voice for sure this time.
"Yesss," I replied, hoping she would get back to sucking me off.
"But Gabi didn't do it like that, did she?"
Without thinking, I shook my head. In my mind I had gone back to that Christmas Eve. I could feel her climb under the sheet and gently caress my cock as I slept. I could feel the way she sank deep down onto my cock and fucked me with her young mouth.
"You'd like it again, wouldn't you Big Boy? You'd like me to take you just like Gabi did. Tell me, is that what you want Jamie? Would you like me to be like Gabi?"
"Yes, Mara. Yes, take me, Mara."
I gasped out loud as those lips returned, this time sinking down deep along my shaft. Until now I hadn't known Mara as being a big lover of blowjobs, but here she was showing off in front of Gabi, demonstrating how I was hers and how good she was. Down, down, then, sucking as they went, the lips withdrew. Once more they sank down, once more they withdrew, my moans providing a musical accompaniment. Each time the warmth went just a little further, and before long I could feel my head nudging into the soft fleshy palate of her throat before she pulled off again.
Without thinking I reached down and, with my cock deep inside her mouth, I cupped the back of her head. I wasn't sure . . . but the hair . . . did it feel different? She pulled her head back and with it I withdrew my hand. Whatever uncertainty there might have been was soon overtaken by the pleasure down below. I was moaning madly as still she continued to fuck me with her warm mouth. Inside I knew I couldn't last long.
Did I dream it, or was there the gentle caress of lips on my balls? Surely not, she couldn't have her mouth it two places at once, could she? It must have been fingers and not lips. Still she continued, relentlessly, increasing her tempo the more I moaned. When finally moans became grunts, an uncontrollable urge to release my load overtaking me, the mouth withdrew. The mouth withdrew, but not the stimulation; a hand, or maybe two, was now working my shaft, inching me towards the point of no return. With one final grunt I felt the rush as I shot wildly into thin air.
Then there was nothing. A silence once more, with just the darkness for company. I waited, but nothing. It seemed an eternity until finally the silence was broken by the sound of laughter. One quiet voice to start with, then a second as a single chuckle became solid laughter. A single word filled my mind.
"Why?"
In a flash I ripped off the blindfold, intent on knowing why they were laughing at me. The sudden influx of light was blinding, but slowly, ever so slowly, shapes came into focus. Blurred, amorphic blobs gained definition. Two shapes, kneeling just in front of me, emerged out of the blinding light.
Two young women, one dressed in a black negligee and the other as nature intended, facing each other.
Two young women, their faces drizzled with pearly white
All I could do was stand and stare. Inside, my blood was boiling. Mara had put me through all of this, the guilt trip of me and Gabi, yet here they were complicit in their devious plan. It was Gabi who finally spoke.
"Oh yes, Big Boy. Your darling Mara wanted to know all about us. I guess that, as she came on the end of my tongue, I must have let it all slip out."
There was giggling once more, this time from Mara.
"Oh, yes Jamie, you have one interesting little sister. No wonder you couldn't resist her charms. Now, what are you going to do about the mess you made?"
I really didn't know how to handle it. Should I be annoyed with them or should I be thankful that my secret was out, yet we were still talking?They simply knelt there, the two lovers in my life, each sporting the cutest of smiles. The view in front of me was rather sublime. Here they were, almost statuesque in form, hewn from different rocks yet carved with the touch of a single sculptress. For a split second I imagined myself making a threesome of desire, my grand form of Michelangelo's David towering over the two submissive beauties.
My gaze ran from one to the other. Rude it might have been, but it was just impossible not to stand and stare. Thinking about it I might as well have been invisible as the two women were paying no attention at all to the fact I was in the room. It seemed that I had served my purpose and for this moment in time their fixation was with the strings of gloopy cum that were slowly working their way down each other's faces.
It was Gabi who reacted first, resuming her laughter as a glob of cum dripped off Mara's chin and landed on her black negligee. They say laughter is infectious and in this case they were right. I watched as Gabi licked a huge glob off her own lips and Mara, in turn, burst into fits of giggles. She coated a finger with more pearly cum and smeared it over one of Gabi's hardening nipples. It was tit for tat as Gabi wiped a load down Mara's nose before presenting her own cum-covered nipple to Mara's lips. There was no hesitation as I watched my so-called girlfriend suck eagerly at my step-sister's breast.
"Don't mind me," I whispered, rather sarcastically, in an effort to get some attention.
It seemed that they didn't mind. The two women were still more interested in each other than they were in me. I really didn't know how to handle it. I'd been so worried about the two of them meeting, and more so about my secrets being revealed, that I hadn't even considered this turn of events. I'd known all along that the relationship with Little Sis was wrong, even if she wasn't related by blood, yet it had been so exciting, so enjoyable, so . . . what was the word, taboo. Still, I wanted it to remain a secret and when Mara came on the scene—I had to admit that my feelings for Mara were, at least I believed they were, related to love and not just a bit of excitement—it became much more important to keep it hidden.
I knew, when Gabi insisted on staying at Mara's, that there was a real risk of everything changing, unravelling in front of my eyes. Yes, my secret had now been outed. I'd never know whether it was Mara forcing it out of Gabi, or more a case of Little Sis offering the information in a bid to split us up. It was one of those questions you wanted to understand the answer to, but you knew better than to ask. Things had changed also, but not in any way that I could have expected. I guess now there was another question in my mind, as I watched these two lovers—yes, I had to consider them as playful lovers—cleaning each other most sensually of the remaining jizz. Instead of asking myself what could happen if my secret came out, the words now running thought my mind were much clearer . . . in fact, they were words set to music which played over and over.
"Should I stay, or should I go now? Should I stay, or should I go now? If I go there will be trouble, and if I stay it will be double. So ya gotta let me know. Should I stay or should I go?"
I had no intention of leaving, yet still the words ran through my mind. I coughed gently, again trying to get some attention. Finally, my efforts worked, with Gabi giving me a sarcastic glance before addressing her apparent lover.
"Looks like we've cleaned up his mess for him, Mara. Did you have anything else in mind, or should we let him go for the night?"
I stared back at Little Sis, hands now on my hips, rather frustrated at the way she was addressing me as little more than a disposable servant. Before I had the chance to reply, Mara was already chipping in.
"Oh, I don't know. I'm sure he could have his uses, unless you want another girl's night in?"
"Really? Are you sure he can be useful? I seem to remember him promising us sausages but I'm still hungry and waiting. How about you? Are you hungry too, Mara?"
"Oh yes," she laughed, "I'm desperate for a big fat sausage."
"Do you think he has enough sausage to satisfy both of us?"
"Why don't you ask him, Gabi? In my opinion . . . I guess . . . well . . . I guess he's not man enough for it."
Inside I was not amused. Not only had they taunted me with that blowjob, making out that it was a sudden realisation of my exploits with Gabi when they had both been fully aware of what had gone on before, but now they were teasing me, doubting my manhood. Oh, how I wanted to show these two young women a thing or two. At the back of my mind though, I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction. They may have had their own ideas about what they wanted, but having had their own fun, I was going to make sure that I had mine too.
I waited, silently watching as Gabi jumped up and practically glided over to my half-clad body. The excitement which had welcomed me into Mara's apartment was back, and some. I guess this was Gabi in a nutshell, exuberant, exciting and enticing in equal measures. In this moment I saw both sides of my step-sister; the young performer I had known for several years, confident in her personality, combined with the sexy seductress of more recent times.
Danced she did, over to me and then beyond. All I could think was how sexy my step-sister looked, her pale faultless skin framing the most petite of bodies. Before long she was all over me, arms and legs taking turns to wrap around my body from her position behind my back. She had always been a performer, and this was no different. It was dirty dancing in all its glory, somewhere between the hottest tango and a steamy pole dance. I felt a button pop open, then another. It seemed to take no time at all before my shirt, the only remaining item of clothing, was hanging free.
Oh yes, this was a performance for sure, but who was her audience?
With a bit of help, my shirt fell to the floor leaving me standing there naked. It didn't stop Gabi though, a leg wrapped around mine, and a hand caressed my naked chest. I gasped as the other hand gently coaxed my manhood back to life. Taking me by surprise, I felt a gentle kiss on my neck. I could only assume, knowing the height difference, that Gabi was balanced on tiptoes using my larger frame as a counterweight.
Her fast breath, warm against my neck, suggested she was as excited as I was becoming. I closed my eyes as Gabi continued to slowly work my cock in her hand, memories of that first time in the cinema filling my mind.
"You like that, don't you Big Boy? You like how your little sister works takes your big cock in her little hand."
It was a rhetorical question. The way in which I was already almost standing to attention told Gabi the answer, yet still she teased.
"Tell me Big Boy, or more to the point. tell that girlfriend of yours just how much you like me stroking your huge cock."
"Shit," I thought to myself. In my minute of self-pleasure, I'd almost forgotten that Mara was kneeling there watching the performance. My eyes shot open, as much in embarrassment as anything, half expecting a non-plussed Mara to be looking back at me. To my surprise, she simply smiled and nodded. Was it a nod to me or a nod to Gabi? I guess I would never know. I tried to read her lips as she mouthed a couple of silent words. Was I always this slow? It seemed that Gabi had understood immediately, whilst I was still pondering the reply. I felt her lips gently caress my neck, followed by a request I could hardly refuse.
"Fuck me, Big Boy. Fuck me with that huge cock of yours."
Before I had the chance to reply Gabi had already slid around to the front, her hands now looped over the back of my neck and her lips fused up against mine. A tingle in the lips, hard nubs pressing into my chest and the grind of her mound over my hard shaft, I could feel them all, every last sensation. I reached down and cupped her ass, my large hand gently massaging her petite firm flesh, squeezing her cheeks before easing them gently apart. I felt Gabi rise higher on her tiptoes, spreading her legs ever so slightly as she went.
I couldn't help it but, at this height, the tip of my manhood just happened to nudge against her apex. Still she ground against me, teasing, tempting me with the hidden delights of her waiting sex, so close yet still out of reach. I could resist no longer and, grabbing hold of her cute ass, lifted her petite frame into the air. Light as Gabi was, it took little effort to get her up to waist level in a single movement. I held her steady as Gabi wrapped her legs around me, pulling herself in tightly to my naked torso. If she had just stayed there for a few minutes then gotten down again I would have happily fucked her on the bed, but it seemed that Little Sis had other ideas. Breaking away from our embrace, she whispered in my ear.
"Yes, Big Boy, shove that huge cock in me and fuck me in your arms. Now, Big Boy, fuck me now."
Did I need any further encouragement? Probably not, but her words were irresistible, like the call of the siren to any unexpecting seafarers. Here she perched, a porcelain-pale goddess, legs spread, her sex hovering tantalisingly over my erection. The anticipation was too much, my cock jerking between her spread ass cheeks, and nudging up against her warm sex. My mind was set. If she wanted it here and now, she was going to get it. Reaching down, I traced a finger between her ass cheeks and along her snatch, bringing a wiggle as I passed over her tight rosebud and then a gentle moan as I eased her lips apart. She was already dripping with desire, yet still I couldn't help myself but dip a finger into her pussy opening. I couldn't go deep from this angle, but there was something about the warmth and tightness which set my heart beating faster every time.
I would have been happy to just finger her to a quivering orgasm in my very arms, but she had other ideas. Pulling on her arms, she rose up against my body, her sex now hanging a few inches above my manhood. They say that actions speak louder than words and this one told the obvious. It wasn't a finger fuck she wanted, but something much bigger inside. Removing my hand from her snatch I moved it to my cock, gently stroking it before pointing it upwards. Adjusting her hips, Gabi placed herself so that my head was pressed firmly against her outer lips.
She moaned as I leant in and pushed gently, showing her just what was waiting there. Wet she might have been, but a little helping hand was still needed before she would take me inside. Slowly I reached down and eased her lips apart, my head nuzzling into her inner most warmth. Her moans continued as I rubbed my swollen head against her slick sex, pressing deeper as I went, until finally my manhood teased at her pussy opening. Gabi did the rest, sinking down slightly, gasping as she stretched open around my waiting cock. She paused, the tip just inside, before continuing to lower herself down on my shaft.
I moaned inside, a silent satisfying moan, as her warmth enveloped me. For that instant I wondered, does she ride me, or do I fuck her? Gabi didn't leave me waiting for long to find out. She pulled herself up against my chest before dropping down again. It was a slow, steady sort of fuck inching my cock in and out of her tight cunt. Fuck? I guess it was a fuck, but to be honest the word has connotations of thrusting passion whereas this was more of a gentle ride. Whatever it might have been, she was soon moaning gently as she went. It didn't take long though before a gentle ride was no longer satisfying enough.
"Harder," she whispered between moans. "Fuck me harder . . . deeper . . . faster."
What could I do? I tried to meet her rhythm with my own thrusts but, with Gabi loose in my arms, the effect was only slightly better. There was one thing for it. I needed some way to keep her steady whilst I continued to work her sex. I glanced around, eyeing up the options; the bed, the floor, a table, and then it dawned on me, where better than up against the door. She had teased me the minute I had walked in through the door, threatening to strip off as I stood there, so where better place to fuck my Little Sis than up against the same wooden door. Slowly, trying not to make it a giveaway, I shuffled towards the door, letting Gabi continue her slow ride as we went.
"What . . ." she blurted out.
Oh, what a surprise, the cold of the door making her jump as I leant her up against the glossy surface.
"Shhh," I whispered.
I had no idea if this would work or not, whether the door would provide enough leverage to fuck her hard, but it was worth a go. Little Sis wanted to be fucked in my arms and fucked hard. What could be more rough and ready than being pummeled up against a wall, or a door in this case.
"Hold on tight," I whispered, feeling her grip strengthen around my shoulders as her arms grabbed on for dear life.
What started off as a few experimental thrusts, each one fuller and deeper, soon developed into a lasting rhythm as I slammed into her pussy. Compared to that gentle ride, there was nothing sensual about this fuck, but then again, she had asked to be taken hard and that's just what I intended to do. Pulling almost all the way out, I'd wait before slamming back in. Out again, then back in, her petite frame rising up against the door with each thrust, her moans increasing in intensity the longer I ravaged her sex.
It was a race against time to see who would cum first. I could already feel the impending burn building in my head and knew I couldn't last much longer. From the way that Gabi was clenching hard at my shoulders, her head back, her breathing coming in sharp blasts and her nails digging into my back, I guessed she was in the same place. Still I worked her hard, taking encouragement in her increasing tone, intent on finishing her off before she finished me. A scream, almost deafening with her mouth up against ear, combined with the almightiest stiffening of her body, told me the end was up for one of us. Still though, I ploughed my furrow, not stopping until finally I joined her, spewing my load deep inside her.
I stopped, my cock still buried in her sex, as I caught my breath. Gabi was practically slumped over my shoulder, heavy breathing filling my ears as she came down from her orgasm. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest. Closing my eyes, I simply enjoyed the moment. It was a tap on the shoulder which broke me out of my dreamy state.
"I think you can put her down now," came Mara's soft voice.
"Er," I replied, still engrossed in the feeling of closeness with my Little Sis slumped over my shoulder, and not quite taking in what I had been told.
"You know," continued Mara, "put her down . . . over there, on the bed. Gabi's had enough sausage for the day and it's good to have a little rest when you've been so full. You though . . . well, you still have work to do."
She was right, of course. Gabi was almost a slumbering baby in my arms as she came down from her high. Slowly, easing her away from the door that she had been resting against, I turned around and headed forward. Mara had suggested I placed Little Sis gently on the bed. In actual fact I practically dropped her out of my hands onto the hard floor, grabbing hold firmly at the very last minute as she started to slip out of my grasp. Standing right in front of me was my Mara. Whilst I had been sending Gabi to her heaven and beyond, Mara had stripped off herself and was now standing there naked as the day she was born. Once more, I couldn't help myself but to stare at the two women. In my arms I had the pale, petite frame of my step-sister, such a contrast to Mara's naturally tanned complexion and fuller figure.
"Careful, you don't want to drop her," came Mara's teased reply as she kissed both of us, me on the cheek and Gabi on the forehead. "Now, don't take all night about it, I'm getting rather jealous that she's had her sausage and mine is still to come."
Yes, suddenly I got it. I had been so slow all day. The request for sausage at lunchtime was nothing to do with food. They had been trying to tell me, in the subtlest of ways, just what they wanted. Sausage, COCK-tails, a slow comfortable screw and one between the sheets all became obvious once Mara had pointed them out. The problem though was that I had the observation skills of a brick. They could have gone on all day, with round after round of sexual innuendo, and I probably wouldn't have picked up on it, my mind so concerned about the what might have been to even notice what was right under my nose.
I leant forward and lowered Gabi onto the soft mattress, my softening cock slipping out as I went, accompanied by the type of groan which epitomised the loss of something most satisfying. I glanced down at Gabi's shaven snatch. Her lips were now slick with juices. There was only the slightest trace of cum dribbling out from inside, which wasn't exactly a surprise given that I had spewed a huge load earlier in the evening. There she lay, eyes still closed, her arms loosely at her side and knees splayed as her legs dangled off the end of the bed.
What a picture my Little Sis made. One resting beauty, as a second took her place.
"Come here, Big Boy," whispered Mara.
I turned around and there she was, back on her knees, waiting for me.
"You'll need to wait a while, Mara," I replied.
I was the spoilsport, yet at the same time I felt I had to be honest. Getting hard twice in quick succession was manageable, but three times was pushing it. It was nothing to do with the beauty in front of me. It was just . . . well, even big boys need a little chance to recuperate from time to time.
"Of course you do," came Mara's understanding response, her hand caressing my empty balls. "I need to repay a favour anyway, but first let me taste her on you."
"What?" came a confused reply, a confused reply which morphed into an incomprehensible muttering as she took my head into her mouth. It was not a blowjob in the purest sense, more a wash and towel dry as she used her tongue to extract every last smear of juices before using her discarded negligee to dry me off.
"I love you, Mara," came my whispered reply.
"I know," came the most perfect of answers. "Now, you won't mind if I clean up your little sister, will you? I owe her one."
"Be my guest," I replied, wondering just how she intended to clean her up and why she owed her one.
I didn't have long to wait as Mara knelt down at the foot of the bed. Once more, if I had thought about it, the answer should have been obvious, but it seemed so out of character from the Mara I had known to date. Had it taken a night together with Little Sis for Mara to reveal her true self? Or was she putting on a show for my benefit? Or maybe, just maybe, I was the one who hadn't pressed the right buttons.
I was practically gawping as Mara lowered her face towards Gabi's slick cunt. A moan from below told me that contact had been made. There wasn't so much to see with Mara's head blocking any real view, but still I stared. I guess it was the wonderment of watching Mara eating another woman which enthralled me so much. For all I could see nothing, the continued moans told me that Gabi could feel everything. Before long Gabi had one hand on the back of Mara's head, pulling her closer, and another teasing her own hardened nipples.
I ran my eyes away from Gabi's crotch, following the curve of Mara's back all the way down to her ass. The way she knelt, on her shins with her bottom raised into the air, gave me a perfect view down her snatch. The tantalising glimpse of pussy lips smiling back at me was too good to resist.
"Why should Gabi have all the fun?" I thought to myself as I sat down behind Mara. In my mind, my intention was clear. I was going to make Mara cum before she could do the same to Gabi. I glanced down at my cock, lying there soft against my lap. Okay, so that wasn't the answer. I'd have to use just what I had left; my fingers and a long, searching tongue.
Down I went, sliding on my bottom between her legs, all the way until my knees were under the edge of the bed. It wasn't the most comfortable of positions, but it did give perfect access to her waiting snatch. I felt like a mechanic, ready to service the engine in front of me. Holding on to her for balance, a hand over each hip, I ran the tip of my tongue down the length of her snatch. She was dry, but not for long. Just the touch of my tongue, easing gently at the join between her lips set juices flowing; sweet satisfying juices which I eagerly lapped up.
By the time she opened up, allowing easy access to her most sensitive regions, the room was filled with a medley of moans. The high-pitched bird like sounds of Gabi were joined by a more muffled chorus from Mara. The question though was just how close they both were. I wasn't going to take any chances and upped the ante in my torment of Mara's now sodden sex. First her clit came under scrutiny, my tongue flicking quickly over the hard nub before I finally sucked it in between my lips. I turned my attention to her pussy opening, rimming the edge before dipping up inside. And so I continued, alternating between the two, gaining speed as I went.
It seemed that whatever I did was met with an increasing chorus of muffled moans. Even when I took a chance and ran my tongue over her puckered rosebud, pressing slightly but with no intent of penetrating, a further moan arose. I adjusted myself, a single arm across her lower back as I brought the other hand into play. In fact, all I wanted was a thumb, carefully positioned over her clit as I forced my tongue back into her love canal. A combination of both—my tongue was dipping in and out of her opening whilst my thumb traced tiny circles across her clit—sent her into a shaking orgasm as she screamed deep into Gabi's waiting sex.
Was it coincidence, or did one climax encourage another? I wouldn't know, but within minutes of Mara's orgasm, a huge scream signaled that Gabi had cum for a second time that evening. I pulled back a little and surveyed the scene. Right in front of my nose was a sodden pussy and a sweet smell of sex. I just couldn't help myself but run my tongue once more over her snatch, intent on savouring a final drop of her love juices. The way that Mara jumped probably said it was a little too much. Slowly, and a little reluctantly, I extracted myself from my rather tight position between her legs.
There was a single armchair in the room, and I positioned myself there, intent on watching the two lovers pulling themselves together as they recovered from their delightful torment. It really didn't take long before I had company, Mara climbing onto my lap. She was still panting quickly, her breath tickling my neck as she snuggled up close. I couldn't help but feel her dampness down below, my cock twitching slightly at the thought of her wet sex sitting just above. "All in good time," I thought to myself as I kissed her gently on the forehead.
"I love you, Jamie," came a laboured, whispered voice.
"I love you, Mara," came my honest reply.
As if needing to demonstrate my love, I wrapped an arm around her naked body and pulled her into me. It didn't take long before a cosy twosome became three, Gabi climbing on across my free leg. She too snuggled in and I found myself wrapping my other arm around her shoulder.
"I love you too, Jamie," came Gabi's voice.
How was I meant to reply? Or more to the point, how was I meant to reply without upsetting Mara? Imagine my surprise when Mara actually responded.
"Tell her you love her, Jamie," she whispered.
I paused, unsure if she really meant what she was saying.
"Go on, tell her," continued Mara.
"I love you too, Gabi," I finally whispered.
A kiss on each cheek told me both women were happy. As for me, well that would have been an understatement. Here I was, snuggling up with the two lovers in my life. What's more, they knew about each other and it didn't seem to matter. In that moment, I could have been in heaven.
Later that night, Mara got her own taste of sausage, long and hard just as she had asked for earlier. She was in control, riding me gentle or rough, fast or slow, however she wanted. Maybe it was a subtle statement; I could do what I wanted with Gabi, but when it came to Mara . . . well, she was the one who wore the pants.
That night, I needn't have worried about the two women spending time alone. It was a tight squeeze, but all three of us managed a cosy night's sleep in Mara's bed.
Even the dream that had woken me the morning before returned. This time I could see the face. More to the point, I could see the faces; two faces smiled back at me. It was a dream I'd had some time ago as well; Christmas Eve to be precise. An invisible mouth, warm and wet, was enveloping my manhood. It was a . . . a . . . a reality, not a dream. I woke to the feel of Gabi's mouth on my cock.
"Happy Christmas, Big Boy" she teased, before going back to her sucking. It wasn't Christmas, but I got the message.
And so, life continued. I was still with Mara. In fact, we were closer than ever, as if it was always meant to be but needed just that little kick start to make it happen.
I still had Gabi, as well. Had? Well, no, it was Jules who had Gabi, but we were still very close and personal on a more than regular occurrence. We were all very close and personal.
What had started as me and Little Sis, had developed into our own "ménage à quatre".
Even as the years passed, we kept just as close as ever, and just as satisfied. It seemed nothing at all could surprise me in this relationship.
Not even the suggestion that we take a natural holiday together. Yes, this did surprise a little but only due to Gabi's still indifferent use of English. A natural holiday? What she actually meant was a naturist holiday. Oh well, we hadn't been exactly shy together, so what was there to hide in public?
The latest of Gabi's English faux pas left me more confused than surprised. It was a decade or so after our university days when an invitation arrived on our door mat. I read it closely, wondering how she could have muddled up her words so much and what it was that she actually was trying to say.
It was an invitation to make oven buns together.
"Baking?" I thought to myself, wondering if that was really her intention. I never had Gabi down as a cook. And what exactly were oven buns, or even buns in the oven? For once in my life I wasn't being slow, in fact I was probably being too fast and adding two and two together to make five. Was Gabi telling me she had a bun in the oven? Was she pregnant? I smiled, knowing how good she and Jules would be as parents, before wondering who the father was. As usual though—it was now becoming a bit of a habit for me to miss a word or two—I had ignored the verb, the verb which changed the whole meaning of what she was saying.
I took the invite and added my acceptance . . . a scribbled "looking forward to seeing you and Jules again, and congratulations," with a smiley face.
I would have a few weeks to wait though before we made oven buns together.
The End