"Yes, please," Yelena answers as she slides my cock out of her mouth and scoots over. Monica leans down and slurps my head into her mouth while vigorously stroking my cock. Bobbing her head up and down, she finishes me off in no time. My cock erupts in Monica's mouth, shooting a shitload of cum that built up during the four girl assault. She swallows the initial burst of cum, and then motions Yelena over to finish me off.
"You should at least taste it," she says, pushing my frothing cock into Yelena's open mouth. Yelena sucks and swallows the final few spurts like a pro as Monica pumps my shaft to drain every drop.
"Keep it in your mouth," Anna says. "Just gently suck on it like a lollipop," she instructs. "I bet it gets hard again pretty quickly."
"I thought we were supposed to be giving him some relief, not teasing him hard again." Kamala protests.
"Who said anything about teasing?" Anna answers. "I want to fuck him!"
Wait! What? I sit up so fast that my cock pops out of Kristen's warm mouth. She looks startled and confused, like she's just lost her pacifier. "Sorry," I say, and then almost laugh at the absurdity of my apology. I scoot back down and she resumes her gentle sucking on my semi-erect cock.
I wonder if Anna is the only one who wants to fuck me. I glance at Monica who seems as anxious to get laid as Anna. I can't believe I'm going to fuck these teen beauties, especially Monica. I've never been with a black chick before. My cock swells in Kristen's mouth but before I get too far into my fantasy, cooler heads prevail.
"NO!" Kamala says and all heads turn in her direction. "We've gone far enough, farther actually. We've all been drinking, my brother has a girlfriend, you have a boyfriend," she points at Anna who tries but fails at looking defiant. "I think we should just call it a night." Before anyone has a chance to protest, she opens the door for follow up action.
"We have the whole weekend." Looking right at Anna she adds, "If you feel the same way tomorrow, I'm sure my brother will come back over and accommodate you. We've had a great time tonight," she says then looks right at me. "I know I have. Now let's just go to our respective bedrooms and get a good night's sleep. Who knows we might look at things differently in the morning."
"I won't," Anna says.
"Me either," Monica offers as she gets up off the floor, confirming her willingness.
"That means you can stop, Yelena," Kamala says with a little more exasperation than I think is necessary.
"Oh," she says, "sorry." She slowly removes my cock from her mouth and lays it gently against my pubic hair, patting it twice before giving it a kiss on the tip. "See you tomorrow," she says to my nearly erect cock as she stands and stretches.
I stand up too and each of the girls comes over to give me a hug.
"Good night, Max," Anna says as she presses her body tightly against mine. "Sleep well," she smiles.
Monica is next and without saying a word she wraps her arms around me, mashes her large breasts against my chest and drives her tongue straight into my mouth. I squeeze her ample ass cheeks as I return her kiss we're almost humping each other before we're done.
"Good night, Max," she says, once again trailing her fingernails along the length of my cock. Fuck!
"Jees! You guys!" Kamala says as they shrug and turn towards the bedroom.
"I'm so glad you came, Max," Yelena says, and then realizes what she's said and quickly adds, "came over, I mean." Laughing at her faux pas. "I've never felt anything like that." She kisses me quickly on the lips and turns to make her exit. I grab her and pull her back into a full hug, pressing my cock against her pubic mound and mashing her thick nipples against my chest.
"I'm glad I came, too, Yelena." I tell her. "You've really grown up." Blushing she almost runs out of the living room.
"What about you, Sis?" I ask. "Are you glad I came?" I tease.
"Yes," she says, pulling me into a full body embrace. Skin to skin with my sister is so different than anything I've ever experienced. My cock responds instantly as our bodies conform to each other and Kamala looks into my eyes. "You enjoy yourself tonight?" she asks.
"Very much. How about you?" I ask, trailing my hands down her back and lightly caressing her bare ass cheeks.
"Mmm. Hmm," she says, swaying against my body like we're dancing, which has the effect of brushing her nipples against my chest and rubbing my cock against her stomach.
"You don't want me to fuck your friends, do you?" I ask, as I kiss the top of her head.
"I don't know..." she says contemplatively. "I just don't think it is something that should be done without some consideration. I hope you didn't mind me putting the brakes on."
"Not at all," I say, not as convinced as I sound. "I have to admit the offer was enticing, and I've never been with a black girl before. That is especially enticing."
"Well, big brother," she says, pressing harder against my cock for emphasis on the big. "Maybe you'll get your chance tomorrow." Tipping her head back and standing on her tiptoes, she leans up for a kiss. Our lips meet and they linger there, barely moving. I squeeze her ass and pull her more tightly against me as I deliberate whether to slide my tongue in her mouth.
"I love you," she says, breaking the kiss but maintaining eye contact.
"I love you too, Sis."
"I suppose we should go to bed," she says but makes no effort to move out of my embrace.
"I suppose we should," I answer, grinding my hard cock against her and leaning down for another kiss. This time I don't hesitate. As soon as our lips meet, my tongue starts exploring her warm mouth and I feel her melt against me. We kiss for what seems like forever but is probably only a couple of minutes. Our tongues are entwined and our bodies are moving in tandem like experienced lovers.
"Mmmm," she murmurs when our lips finally part. "Maybe I just want to keep you for myself," she says, reaching between us and giving my hard-on a gentle squeeze.
"I could live with that," I answer without even thinking about the ramifications.
"Really?" she asks, her eyes pleading for the right answer.
"Really," I answer as I take her hand and lead her down the hallway. "Your friends are waiting," I say, giving her a quick peck on the lips as I go into my bedroom and send her down the hall to hers.
"Good night, Max."
"Good night, Sis."
I lay awake for the longest time trying to make sense of everything that happened this evening. I can't believe I ate four different pussies, one of them my sister's, and got an extended blowjob from all four girls. Being with my sister like this feels weird but I'm strangely excited to see where this new aspect of our relationship takes us. With everything going through my mind, the last person I think about is Gwen.
Gwen! I grab my phone to see what Kamala texted. Scrolling through the message app, I find Kamala's response. She told Gwen that I was sorry we fought, that I was helping Kamala deal with some things and I would see her tomorrow. She ended the message with 'I love you'. I lay back on the bed and smiled. I love my sister.
I awake to the smell of bacon and someone getting onto the bed next to me.
"Good morning, sleepy head," Kamala says, snuggling up next to me. She's fully dressed but I'm naked and she lets her hand trail down my chest to my abdomen.
"Good morning," I answer, wrapping my arm around her. "How did you sleep?"
"Like a baby, once I got to sleep," she responds, her fingers making little circles in my pubic hair. "As you can imagine, we had to stay up talking half the night. You were the hit of the party," she smiles. I kiss the top of her head, wondering where her hand is going next.
"Gwen called," she says, pulling her hand back and sitting up. "I invited her for breakfast. She will be here in a few minutes."
"You what?" I yell, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.
"She said she needed to talk to you," she shrugs with a big smile on her face.
"I could have gone there," I answer as I stand up and Kamalas eyes lock onto my morning hard-on.
"True, but I thought you should have home court advantage," she says, reaching for my cock and gently waving it back and forth. "You better take your shower and get dressed. You don't have much time." I watch her sexy ass in her form fitting white shorts as she exits my room.
I'm out of the shower and saying good morning to the girls just as Gwen arrives. It feels a little weird sitting around the table eating pancakes and bacon with my girlfriend and the four teenage girls I was romping around naked with last night. I'm happy to see they've cleaned up the discarded clothing and sex toys that littered the living room when we went to bed.
Gwen is a beautiful 24-year-old woman who dresses like she's just stepped off the cover of Vogue. Her scarf perfectly accents her outfit and I can sense the other girls sizing her up. They look sexy as hell in their tight shorts and mid-drift barring tops
"So what was the problem you needed help with?" Gwen asks Kamala as she takes a bite of pancakes with no syrup.
"Just boy issues," Kamala shrugs like it's not big deal. I wonder if she lies this easily or if she had already come up with something when she sent the text.
"You know," Gwen says, "you can always talk to me, Kamala. I would be willing to help too."
"I'm not sure I can trust your judgment, Gwen," Kamala says, "You picked my brother." Gwen starts to stammer out an answer while the rest of us burst into laughter.
"Just kidding, Gwen," Kamala says, touching her arm. "Thank you, I'll keep that in mind."
We continue with insignificant small talk through the rest of breakfast but it unsettles me that Gwen didn't get that Kamala was kidding. When I look around the table it seems that Gwen is probably the least fun person here. The sex is amazing. Gwen is practically a contortionist but our life outside of the bedroom consists mostly of hanging around with her boring friends or fighting with each other.
"We're going shopping so you two can talk," Kamala says as she gets up and starts to clear the table. Monica, Yelena and Anna join her in the kitchen. Once they've filled the dishwasher, they come back in to say goodbye.
"See you later," Kamala says, kissing me on the cheek. "Bye Gwen," she waves. The other girls follow suit, saying goodbye and kissing me on the cheek.
"An affectionate bunch," Gwen says once they've left. If she only knew.
"Apparently," I answer.
"I hate it when we fight, Max," Gwen says reaching for my hand.
"Me too," I answer honestly, "but we seem to do it a lot." She nods. "Funny, I don't even remember what we were fighting about. It always seems to be something trivial."
"It was about Bethany," Gwen says. "You don't like her and she's one of my best friends. But never mind about that right now, I wished you had come home last night," she says in her best purr-like voice. "I was horny for some make-up sex," she laughs. Fuck! She's even given it a name. I wonder if she names the others 'wake-up sex' and 'welcome home from work-sex'.
"Gwen," I take her hand, "there is nothing in this world as wonderful as sex with you."
"Thank you," she blushes, "I try." She gives me one of her most seductive looks. "Shall we take this to your bedroom?" she asks.