My Sisters And I

ONE

It all began when I was awakened from a snooze in the sun and looked around to see my cousin George fucking Anita right alongside me. For a few moments, while I recovered my sleep-slowed wits, I didn't know what I was looking at… I thought they were just rough housing, the way we kids always had when we were together on the island, summers.

Then I saw that Anita's scarlet bikini bottom was lying on the sand and that she had her knees up and wide apart and that he was planted right between them with his pimply buttocks bobbing up and down like a pair of speckled peaches as he drove his cock in and out of her hole. It was wet and white and stiff as a ramrod each time he pulled it halfway out and rammed it back into her. Evidently the fluid that covered it had spread to his balls, for they were sugared with sand.

Anita was poking her pelvis up to meet his trusts halfway, and both of them were grunting and moaning as if they had prime bellyaches. It was the sounds they were making that had wakened me from my snooze in the sun. George's black trunks were down around his ankles, and Anita was holding her bright red bikini top in her left hand.

I opened my mouth to yell something at them, then shut it. I had never seen two people fucking before and the sight both appalled and fascinated me. I felt my balls tighten up and a wave of sick excitement grab my stomach muscles. Then I got a hard-on so big and fast that I thought it would run right through my trunks. The constriction of the double-thick cloth made it hurt so much that I let out a yelp of pain.

Just then Anita and George stepped up the action and he began jamming his cock into her so hard that I thought her cunt was going to swallow his balls. I looked up a little and saw how her beautiful breasts were squashed flat under his weight and then glanced at her face which was turned toward me… and saw her shining black eyes looking full at me, fully aware of my reaction and full of mischievous laughter.

Then she did something wild with her bottom and locked her legs around George's buttocks and began drumming on them with her heels. He rammed himself all the way into her cunt and stiffened and let out a loud “Jesus Christ!” as he poured his sperm into her guts.

They lay still for a minute or so then George pulled out of her, making the damnedest thock-Hock sound, like a cork being pulled out of a bottle of machine oil. His prick was still soaking wet and a heavy drop of white stuff, like a white bead, formed and then dripped from its tip and made a little dark clot in the rumpled sand beneath them.

He looked down at its dwindling length and said, “Jesus,” and took his right hand and squeezed more jizzum out of it. Then he lifted it and saw the sand encrusting his nuts and made a face and got up and looked and saw that I was awake. He grinned like a satisfied tomcat and said, “Hey! It's about time you woke up, Jeff. How long you been watching us ball?”

I said, “Long enough.” Then I began to get mad and said, “Why'd you have to go and do that? You're always getting us into trouble.”

It was true. Cousin George had been getting my sisters and me into jams every time he came to the island to visit… and this was his third year. He was seventeen now, older than all of us kids except Darlene who was eighteen. I'm sixteen and Anita's fifteen and Francie's fourteen and Jeanie's twelve. Anita isn't really my sister… she was already there when my father married her mother after our real mother ran away with Mr. Dobson and got the divorce. If that sounds kind of mixed up, it is. But we manage to live with it pretty well. Missie (her real name is Maria Juanita Alvarez y O'Brien) is beautiful and cooks great and keeps Dad happy, which is more than our real mother did… she mostly got smashed and beefed about things all the time.

Cousin George comes from Camden, New Jersey, and he likes to raise hell… as long as somebody else gets in trouble over it and pays for it. The first year he was here, he found a patch of marijuana over on the west side of the island and showed us how to make tea. Darlene and I got caught smoking under the boathouse and that's the only time Dad ever whaled the daylights out of any of us.

Last year, he bribed Lopez the boatman to bring some pulque over from Baja, and again Darlene and I got caught. We were always allowed to drink wine and beer, but hard liquor was strictly off bounds… and we got so smashed we passed out in the copse at the south cove and they searched for us and found us when we didn't come home for dinner. We were barred from all the fun over Labor Day weekend, which is the big deal for our family and my allowance was cut for six months.

Now here he was, fucking Anita… and I could smell trouble right away and knew, somehow, that most of it was going to fall on me and Darlene, maybe, no matter who started it. So I began to beef. But George just grinned at me. He has straight straw-colored hair that sticks out in front of his forehead and his face is bright red with acne. If I were a girl, I'd run a mile from him, but for some reason girls go for him… maybe because of that big dong I was looking at right then, He said, “You call this trouble? Maybe I ought to charge you a tuition fee for a course in sex education.” He tried to dust the sand off his balls again, then said, “Oh, shit,” and trotted down into the water.

Anita was sitting up when I looked her way, getting ready to put her bikini top back on. She was one teen-ager who really needed a top. She had breasts like a pair of ripe canteloupe halves and nipples like twin garnets jutting out from the middle of them. She was dark-skinned anyway, and a summer in the hot Lower California sun had turned her a satin-smooth dark brown. She was the prettiest girl I had ever seen and she knew I thought so. Suddenly, as she reached up her back to fasten the top, she went shy. She said, “I suppose you think I'm awful, Jeff.”

“I don't know what to think… I just wish you hadn't done it with George.”

“Why not with George?” The devil was gleaming right in back of her half-lowered eyelids with their great long lashes. “Would you rather it were you?”

There she sat, half facing me, with her knees wide apart and her dripping cunt staring at me like a third eye, pale pink beneath the patch of curly black steel wool, frosted with grains of sand like George's balls before he went in the water. I had to swallow twice before I could say, “I don't know… shit, maybe I do.”

“I'd a lot rather it was you,” she said, her round little face solemn and lovely. “It could have been, you know… any time.”

I knew… oh, how I knew. Ever since she came into my life, the adorable little minx had been deviling me… nuzzling me, rubbing those terrific soft curves against me, kissing me at every opportunity, making it plain that her love for me was no sisterly thing. I'd been fighting her off, feeling noble on account of some goof-ball idea I had she deserved the treatment of a sister… also, because I was scared shitless. Now I felt like at least seventeen kinds of an idiot. I'd only let George get her… dirty old George with all those pimples and the mean, dirty mind.

She put out a tiny hand and touched my knee and said, “It's not as if I were really your sister, Jeff. It wouldn't be like… well, incest.”

“Wouldn't it?” I asked. I knew what incest was, of course, but it was a stupid question, because then I had no idea what it was like.

George came trotting up then and picked up his trunks and said, “Let's go up to the house. I'm hungry.”

“You go ahead,” said Anita. “I want to talk to Jeff.”

Their eyes locked and then his shifted to me and he grinned, a knowing, non-nice grin. I started to get up to go with him, but Anita laid a finger on my forearm and, so help me, I couldn't move. He pulled on his trunks and walked slowly off up the beach and disappeared around the point fifty yards away. Anita waited until he was out of sight and said, “Why do you think I let him do it here? I wanted you to see it.”

“You must be crazy!”

“I am… I'm crazy for you. I always have been.”

“You sure took a funny way of showing it,” I said. I was feeling like hell. I knew I should run a mile but there was this wide-open cunt right in front of me, all surrounded by Anita, and I couldn't.

“I tried everything else,” she said and she looked as if she felt like hell too.

I felt my jock start to rise again and got up and ran for the water. I didn't trust myself another minute with her then… and the thought of taking George's wet seconds was more than I could bear. I was still a virgin at sixteen, which made me something of a rarity in this generation, and I didn't want it to go that way, much as I wanted my stepsister.

I hit the water in a hard flat dive and swam out to the reef two hundred feet off shore in the gulf. I don't know whether it was because my stiff prick worked like a sea anchor and slowed me down or because Anita can swim like an eel, but when I came up for air, sputtering, she was already there, glittering wet and smiling at me like a dark nymph off one of the ancient Greek vases in the museum back home.

She said, “I saw what happened to you… I saw it the first time I looked, when George and I were…”

I said, “So maybe I am human.”

She said, “Oh, you're human, all right, I always knew that. See…?”

She moved close against me and our wet bodies meshed, and then I could feel her hand snaking inside the top of my briefs, reaching for my dong and gripping it… and my dong leaping to life like a frightened faun. Encircling my body with her left arm, she lifted the full little flower of her lips to kiss mine and, for the first time, I realized that Anita was nude. As I became aware of this, and of those burgeoning and beautiful curves pressing against my own bare torso, I forgot about everything else and pulled her tightly to me… and felt my cock spring free from the constraint of my own brief trunks as her busy little right hand pulled them down to my knees.

We were waist-deep in the smooth warm water and she climbed me like a totem pole, lifting her soft round rump until it was above the tip of my cock and then, with her legs locked around my waist, reaching down and underneath to direct its head into the gateway of her cunt. Then she pushed herself down on it, leaning backward as she did so, until it was buried to the hilt in her already well-oiled tunnel of love. Looking up at me with a rapt and radiant expression, she said softly, “At Uutt…!”

Anita never looked more beautiful than at that movement and certainly she never felt more beautiful to me. How the hell does anyone describe his first piece of arse? It's so completely different from what we are led to expect. It's like penetrating an elastic cylinder of velvet mush that suddenly develops rippling muscles and contractions and counterthrusts… except that it isn't like that at all. The best way I can think of is to say that it's the first time anybody finds himself truly part of another living being… and vice versa.

I'd moused around after school for the last three years or so. I'd sucked a lot of tits and I'd poked my fingers in a lot of pussies and I'd even had one girl who liked to jerk me off while I diddled her… but all that was so much flat beer after I really got my prick into Anita that first time. I'd heard it described as heaven in a lot of stories and songs, and for the first time I knew what the writers meant. It was all of that….

Anita let herself lay back on the water with her legs locked around me and her billowing boobs and arching belly curving up at me… and I didn't give a damn anymore about her letting George fuck her a few minutes before and about getting his wet seconds. I was home… and how! Then, keeping her leg-lock around my rump, she began to pull in and push out, using the muscles of her satin-sleek brown thighs and lower legs for leverage, and I could feel electricity charge through me in waves of pleasure. I got the idea quick enough, and grabbed one of her round little buttocks in each hand and began to grind her against my loins in circles.

Something happened inside her, as if I had used a cattle goad instead of my prick, and she began to make waves as she agitated her cunt more wildly and began to utter little rhythmic moans of mounting delight each time our hairs met when we socked it to each other. The inside of her pussy was getting as wet as the water surrounding us, but her waters were a lot warmer than even the shallow, sun-swept gulf. I knew what was happening all right, and I didn't give a damn. All I knew was that I was one hell of a lot happier than I had ever been in my life.

Then she really went wild and I felt the surge of my own semen start, deep in my loins. I bucked into her harder, and she made a wild gyration just as I pulled back and my cock rose right out of the water, clear of its tunnel and rampant as any unicorn's horn. Anita uttered a gasp and grabbed it with both hands poking her cunt up above the surface and pushing down on my dong so that it funneled right down back into her, then locked herself around me, grinding in close, so that there was no chance of its happening again. One good thing about our little accident… I had been on the verge of shooting my wad, but the loss of cunt-contact and the comparatively cool water had slowed me down… so I proved to be no Hair-trigger Jack on my first time out, or in.

It took another few minutes to get me back up to that pitch again, and in that time I thought Anita was going to lose her mind. She kept getting crazier and crazier and more and more terrific. She cried out in Spanish and then in English… words I didn't know she knew in any language… not merely the usual “shit,” “fuck,” and “cunt” type thing but intricate oaths involving various saints in all sorts of wild forms of sex. Then it was getting close to time again, and this time I lifted my hands from her rump and grabbed her by either side of the waist and held her tight against me and blew my full charge right up into her womb. She wriggled like a gaffed fish and her nails dug into my shoulder blades and I felt the nip of her teeth on my chest. Then it was over, and she was sobbing against me and murmuring, “Mother of God, Mother of God…!” and massaging my back as if she were rubbing a washboard.

I felt my prick begin to wilt inside her and tried to lift her off so we could get clear… but she went into a spasm and locked herself around me, holding on tight with her arms and legs and putting her cunt into a rhumba that would have revived a mummified Egyptian pharaoh. I didn't think I had anything left, but it took only a few seconds to convince me that most of the stuff I had picked up from my peer group or learned about in sex education was all wrong… at least where Anita and I were concerned. They suggested that rest was needed between fucks and that a man and woman should separate and caress gently and perhaps sleep until their powers were restored. They also claimed that a woman's peaks become increasingly milder and more widely spaced as she goes on with it. It wasn't like that with either Anita or me… not that first time or any of the others. I discovered what I've since learned a lot of men either never learn or can't accomplish… that I could come twice without having to leave the velvet-lined loving cup. At first I made a move to push her away, but when my prick leapt to attention again inside her, I dug right in and began driving it right up into her guts as hard as I could.

As for Anita's orgasms growing weaker and more widely spaced… that was a cartful of crap, too. If anything, she came faster and faster and harder and harder until I thought she was going to kill herself from the exertion. She dug into me with everything she had… boobs, belly, cunt, legs, arms, feet, fingernails, and teeth. She was really wild. At first, while her pussy was full of my first discharge, it was so slick and slippery I thought my cock would slip out again… but she took good care that it didn't, hanging herself right around its base, with its tip buried way up inside her and grinding around and around and then back and forth and then sideways until her own fluids had swallowed up mine and she was deliciously sticky and sweet inside once more.

After a bit, I began to feel the strain in my belly muscles… after all, even with the support of the salt water, I was carrying a lot of her weight… so I slowed down a little. She went into frantic gyrations, as if she feared I was going to stop, but I grabbed her buttocks again and slowed her down and just let it rest there inside her while she wriggled like a trout on a hook. She finally lost her fear of my dropping out of the game and lay back herself on the water and let us just stay joined all the way without moving. She looked up at me and her bright black eyes were sunken and dulled with passion and she let out a little sigh and said, “Isn't it lovely?”

Then a bit of sand under my left heel was displaced by the weight put upon it and I was forced to shift position slightly or lose my balance and louse up the whole wonderful scene… and that caused a reaction by both of us right where it counted the most, where my whole prick was imbedded in her beautiful crotch. She uttered a sound that was half sigh and half gasp and then grabbed my arms and pulled herself against me and again went into that wonder rumba that had jacked me off the first time so beautifully. For a couple of seconds, when this maneuver caused a bit of salt water to get into her cunt, I thought my prong was going to be skinned alive… but, once again, the flow of her juices came to the rescue and we were off to the damnedest races I had ever enjoyed till then.

It took me even longer to come, of course, and with my climax slower and hers coming faster, it was right out of this world and into some crazy orbit around the moon. Man, we really flew before-after what seemed an eternity of delight-I felt the irresistible surge gathering somewhere inside the roots of my testicles and jammed her down on my cock so hard I thought the beak of her pelvic bone, buried beneath the soft, hair-covered Venus mound, was going to break my pelvis. She sensed what was coming, of course, from the way my dong expanded and began to throb in her tunnel, and then she did the damnedest thing. She seemed to tighten her entire cunt, from far inside at the womb entrance, to the little pink lips at its outer gates. She clamped it around me so tightly that I had a wild thought of Poe's story, The Pit and the Pendulum… only my prick was the pendulum trapped in the pit. I thought at first the pressure she put on it would crush it, but somehow my tool survived and then a whole new sensation of pleasure swept slowly outward from my cock and began to pervade my whole body.

Green as I was, I knew this was something special, and I dug my fingers into her buttocks and wedged both of my thumbs inside the tight little rim of her arsehole and stretched it apart. She gave a little dry of anguished delight and jumped, relaxing her cunt-grip on my dong and then tightening it still more. But the second of relaxation had given my jizzum time to rush upward toward its appointed goal, and then she was hanging on for dear life and pumping up and down on my prick until I jammed her all the way onto it again and let her have the full benefit of what my first explosion had left me… which was plenty.

She gasped, “Oh, my God!” and fainted and I staggered and fell over sideways, carrying her under water with me. It brought her back to consciousness, of course, and we caught our breath and then fished for my trunks and her bra, which she had worn out from the beach and discarded only when she caught up with me.

We barely made it back to the beach and had to lie there on the sand for an hour or more before we recovered the strength to go up to the house and put on some clothes for dinner.