My Sisters And I

TWELVE

When I woke up, it was still there, buried all the way. Missie stirred slightly rolling her sweet-sticky loving cup around on my morning erection and adding to its length… which caused her to stir again, which caused me to thrust it in until our hairs mingled and clung. She was still more asleep than awake, with her tilted eyes closed. But her sensual reaction was building and I rolled my cock around in her cunt and her breathing became panting and her hands went to my buttocks and firmed there lightly as her crotch began to rotate in response to my lead.

I put a hand first on one beautiful big breast and fondled it until the nipple reared its pink head up in greeting, then slowly turned my attention to the other, all the while keeping up a wonderful slow motion where our fucking pieces were joined. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see little Jean moving toward Cousin George, who was sleeping flat on his back with his dong sticking up like a construction girder.

As she began sucking him off, it became apparent that the month-long abstinence he had promised last night was not going to endure more than eight hours. But then my own affairs got busier and I had no time for the others. When you were fucking Missie, I discovered, you lost awareness of anything and everything else.

She began to move her rump with a slow, steady rhythm that contained infinite variations, each of them more exciting than the one before, and I went along, loving it all the way. My prick felt lazy and contented, yet hungry for more and more and more… and, my senses being numbed with sleep and sex, it was in no hurry to reach climax. She murmured soft words of affection, caressing my body with adept fingers, her eyes still closed but the rest of her wide open. Our lips met and melted together and her tongue slipped lazily into my mouth and I followed her example and closed my eyes on that wonderful spectacle of sex-happy female flesh and let pure sensation take control of me.

“Lovely…” she whispered as a mild orgasm caused her belly skin to ripple deliciously against my own briefly. “I wish it could last forever… so beautiful…!”

A devil seized me then. I slid my hand in between our abdomens and reached for her navel. She sensed my intention and went rigid and cried, “No, darling… not now… oh, my God!” She flicked an arm down to check me, but too late… my fingers found their nubbly little target and the explosion was on once more… that glorious complete detonation of the first real woman I had ever fucked in my life.

If her marathon orgasms had been wildly wonderful last night, this morning's insane reaction topped them both. Missie moaned and flung her head about wildly and cried out for me to stop… but her cunt told a different story and snapped and clung to mine each time I withdrew my cock for another stroke up her frothing cunt past the flanged gates of her womb. Her legs kicked out wildly and I heard, as from afar off, cries and shouts and then the thud of bodies on the rug beside the bed. I tried to grab her thighs, but there was too much action and there were several insane seconds before I could capture even one of her legs. I clamped my arm about it tightly, just below the hip joint, and regained some measure of control over the wild-woman my stepmother had become.

She still kicked crazily with her free leg and rolled her body madly about and flapped her arms rhythmically on the bed itself… but I had her crotch right where I wanted and plunged my prick into her to suit myself… sometimes slowly, sometimes hard and fast, sometimes making her endure the torture of all but complete withdrawal. She began moaning obscenities in both English and Spanish as I banged her to my heart's content… and every time she showed signs of slowing down, I simply flicked or squeezed her belly button again and she went into the maddest movements and most terrific action I had ever felt.

When I felt my jizzum begin to flow up through my balls, I flattened myself out on top of her, pushed her legs into a near-split with both hands pressuring her thighs, then pulled my steaming cock out of her creaming cunt for a second until she lifted it high for my re-entry… then let her have it as hard and deep as I could thrust. She uttered a little scream and her head fell backward with her eyes still closed as my sperm shot into her from the head of the prick I had buried so deeply in her guts… but her cunt was still alive and insatiable. It closed in on my dong with a snapping motion and held it close with little ripples of constriction until every last drop of semen had been drained from it into its natural resting place.

Only then did I roll over so that I faced the door… and there stood my father, still in his traveling clothes, big, red-bearded, the most virile man I had ever known. He was looking at us with a strange expression on his face.

I said, “Hello, Dad… how was L.A.?”

I know that sounds ridiculous, but for the life of me I couldn't think of another thing to say.

The stupid words just popped out. I tried to get my prick out of Missie's creaming box, but she was still involved in afterclimax and wouldn't let it go.

Then Dad said, “Talk about desire under the elms…”

I've got to hand it to Missie… she's a very remarkable woman any way you look at her. At the sound of my father's voice, she snapped out of her sex fog like the turn of a light switch. One second, she was rolling around on my cock, letting her tremendous orgasm die slowly in its own afterglow… the next she was sitting up, her cunt clear of my cock, crying, “You're crazy, darling… there's not an elm tree within five hundred miles.”

He looked at my dripping dong, then at the others… Francie and Darlene and Anita were sitting up, frozen in naked astonishment… Cousin George and Jean, who had gone right on fucking on the carpet after Missie's wild kicking pushed them out of bed, were sitting up with their heads just visible above its side. Then he looked at me… at my face this time… and said, “Clear out, all of you. This place looks like Saturday night in a whorehouse. Get cleaned up and wait for me. I'll talk to you later.”

We slunk from the room, leaving Missie and Dad there alone with that sex-fouled giant bed. Anita stayed to listen with her ear close to the shut door, but the rest of us moved on to the kitchen. As we went, I heard Missie yell something about desire under a motel roof in Brentwood with somebody named Angela, then Dad yelling back, “You stupid shit, I'd fuck any woman alive if it would help me close a deal… a half-million clam deal… and what in hell kind of a crappy operation have you been running at this end while I was doing my damnedest to make money for all of you?”

“You mean while you were having a ball in Angela's pants!” Missie wasn't giving an inch. “She's had her face lifted three times.”

“She's still got what nature gave her where it counts the most,” said Dad.

“I suppose I haven't?”

“Sure you've got it… at least you had it when I married you.” Dad sounded sore as a boil. He added, “Before you turned into a fucking cruise director.”

“Cruise director!” Missie sounded furious. “Why should I put out for a man who fucks every woman he meets?”

“Make that every other woman.” My father's sense of humor was back, and I figured we were home free. The bedroom voices softened until not even Anita could overhear what was being said, if anything.

I said, “Let's go to the beach… we could all use a swim.”

We all trooped down there, all thoughts of more fun and games out of our thoughts thanks to the interruption by our father's unexpected return… but the mattresses were still there on the sand where we had left them after our orgy the night before.

Anita halted and looked at them, and said, “It seems a shame to waste them.”

Francie eyed my cock hungrily and said, “We may not get another chance.”

Darlene said, “But Dad could turn up any moment and catch us again.”

Anita snorted. “Not bloody likely… I know Missie. When she decides to put out for a man, especially for Dad, it goes on for hours and hours.”

I said, “Amen!”

“I don't know about the rest of you,” said little Jean, “but I'm gonna get clean.” She raced toward the water, splashed into it on the run, then knifed through it with a racing dive. The other girls followed, except for Anita. She held me back and whispered, “Is Missie so much better than we are… than I am?”

I kissed her fondly and ran a finger the length of her rump, making her curl like a kitten. I said, “She's been at it a lot longer… wait till you're thirty-five.”

“Thirty-three,” said Anita. “Missie was eighteen when I was born.” She looked up into my eyes closely and said, with one of her lovely nipples pressed against my flesh, “Do you still want to fuck me, darling Jeff?”

I said, “Anytime, anywhere, honey. I love you very, very much.” I looked at the others, sporting in the water like frisky young mermaids. I said, “Hell, I'm in love with all of you.”

Anita sighed, her huge dark eyes liquid. She said, “Darling Jeff, you're going to make a lot of women very happy… and a lot more of them very unhappy.”

“I'm not going to try to follow that,” I said, giving her box a slow squeeze, “but meanwhile, let's have a ball.”

“Let's have a ball, Jeff darling,” she repeated, her lips grazing mine. I could have fucked her then and there, but I felt crummy all over with the accumulated slime of the wild night just past. We went in and joined the others and played in the warm waters atop the reef. The girls darted around me, engaging in subsurface antics, and Francie actually tried to suck me off under water… and might have made it if Darlene and Jean had not each taken hold of one of her ankles and pulled her mouth off my throbbing dong.

Then the girls started romping with one another and Cousin George pulled me aside. It was almost funny how his attitude toward me had changed since he got back from L.A. Until then, he was the snotty sophisticate, the older boy from the East who had done a lot of things with pot and booze and broads that I was still a virgin at. He knew I was bigger and stronger and faster and could beat him up if it ever got down to that… but he had the edge of a year on me, and he had been fucking Darlene and Anita and little Jean while I was a real stupe about what was happening. Then he caught Missie, or maybe she caught him, I don't know. I guess she let him screw her to get even with Dad over Angela, whoever she was. When he got back yesterday, he was really riding a cloud… way up.

Since then, the girls and I had shot his ego all to pieces. I had outfucked him with all of them and been given Francie's cherry, an item he was unable to capture on his own. Then the girls had just about wrecked his prick with their Spanish fly casserole and for a climax, Missie had swung with me instead of him. Now both his head and his cock were hanging low. He said, “How'd you get Missie to swing like that, Jeff? I wore myself out fucking her in that L.A. motel and couldn't get her off the nut.”

I looked him full in the eye, both of us standing there waist deep in the water, and said, “Cousin George, it's just something you either have or you don't… you gotta understand women.”

I expected him to splash water on me for that, or at least to call me a string of dirty names… but Cousin George took it. His eyes slid off mine after a bit and he said, “I gotta hand it to you, Jeff… you may be a slow starter, but once you get going you really move!” It was the nicest compliment I had ever gotten… at least from Cousin George.

We all trooped back to the mattresses then and toweled off and our happy mood fell away and was replaced by sadness. We all felt certain that, with Dad back and knowing about our relationships, there was bound to be an end to it… a prospect none of us looked forward to. It was Anita, earthy and sexy as ever, who broke up the gloom session. She said, “Shit, kids, since we're going to be hung for a bunch of sheep anyway, why not give ourselves one last big ball? Even if we get caught, we can't be in any worse than we are already.”

“Christ,” said Darlene. “I don't know.”

“Darling Jeff…” Anita's dark eyes were meaningfully on mine. She jerked her head toward Darlene, who was sitting with her arms hugging her knees. “Bring her around,” she said. “I want to make one last wild scene before I turn in my cunt for the rest of the year.”

I thought, To hell with Darlene… if she wanted to be a drippy blanket at the orgy, that was her bag. I put out a hand and poked it into Anita's crotch. She was squatted on her knees, three-quarters facing me, and spread her satin thighs to give me access. Her crack and the wiry hair above it felt nubbly even after a swim and I found her clit and massaged it between my thumb and forefinger while I pushed my two middle fingers on up the hole whose portals her clit adorned.

She writhed ecstatically and came in my hand and said unevenly, “Jesus, Jeff… I don't want to be a pig.”

I said, “The hell you don't…!” and went right on finger-fucking her until her whole underside seemed to flatten down and flow around my fingers.

“I'll always be a pig with you,” she said, melting all those marvelous curves against me. We were still rolling over when my cock found its entry and sank into her creaming cunt as if it knew its way there like a homing pigeon. Somehow, Anita got her knees up on my shoulders so that her throbbing pussy was right there for my prick to fuck. We went right to town together and I had her coming like a cavalry charge in about two minutes.

It was delicious, but it was not like fucking Missie. Anita was a wonderful piece of arse… but she was only a kid, however pretty and eager to screw, while her mother was very definitely something else… a woman. I relaxed the pressure a little and looked at Darlene fucking Cousin George, squatting on his cock, while Jean squatted on his mouth and sucked off Francie, who was on her knees alongside. They looked like wonderfully naughty nymphs on a glorious picnic (all except Cousin George, of course)… and that was the difference. They were nymphs, playful, spirited, blazing with lust and laughter… while Missie was a true full-blown goddess of love, a sex offering, an Astarte.

“Don't die on it,” said Anita, clutching at me, and I responded by renewing my efforts until she blacked out while I had not yet poured a load into her guts.

The other combination had broken up and little Jean was sucking on Cousin George's damaged dick, trying to bring it to full hoist, with Francie now squatted on his mouth. I pulled her clear and led her over to the knocked-out Anita and said, “Keep sucking her until she tells you to stop.”

“Why don't you do it?”

“Because I haven't finished yet… I want to fuck Darlene.”

Francie regarded me doubtfully through a disheveled hedge of silver-streaked gold hair. Then she said, “Oh, okay… as long as you save something for me.” When I promised, she added, “It had better be good, too.”

Then she dropped to her knees on the mattress between Anita's widely spread knees and spread them wider. She put her face into my stepsister's crotch and began to suck and tongue her cunt as if she preferred it to fucking.

Darlene was on her back, with her knees doubled up and parted. I dropped to the mattresses and crawled right under them, grabbing hold of her thighs as I went by, lifting them out of my way. Then, when I reached just the spot I wanted, I pulled her sopping little hole right down over my dong… filling her to bursting. It was a T-bone position, one neither of us had tried before. It had the usual result of something new… we both reacted with quick climaxes. Besides, I had not come with Anita and apparently Cousin George had failed to finish Darlene off properly. So we were more than ready.

We came like a pair of shotguns going off simultaneously and poured our charges into each other. It felt beautiful and I was just getting warmed up with Darlene for the slow sweet buildup to an extra-inning second game when three pairs of determined hands pulled us apart and rolled me onto my back. It was Jean and Francie and a recovered Anita. And when they called her, Darlene got into this new action with a milky blend of my jizzum and her sex sap trickling down the insides of her thighs.

They laid me out like the Lilliputians laying out Gulliver, and then little Jean mounted me and squatted down and began working her cunt out on my dick like a madwoman.

The contrast to the two other holes I had so recently filled was stimulating, and I was just beginning to swing with the twelve-year-old when she was plucked right off my cock and Francie inserted the tip in her cunt lips and came down on me so hard our meeting made a loud thump. I squeezed her just forming breasts while she fucked away and came with shrill little yips of pleasure, hoping to hold her there until I could finish. I might as well have tried to hold onto a piece of wallboard in a hurricane. Francie was pulled off by the others and Anita repossessed me, grinding away like a lunatic as if determined to make me come in her during her tenure on my dick.

Then it was Darlene again, and then Jean and Francie and Anita once more and so on… it wasn't until Francie was aboard for the third time that I finally got my rocks off and filled her little womb with my sperm. When I got a chance to speak, I said, “What brought the round robin on?”

For answer, Francie pointed at Cousin George and said, “Look! I think Cousin George is broken.”

My pimple-faced cousin lay flat on his back, his once proud prick almost invisible, shrunken within the bush of pubic hair from which it had so recently projected like a proud spear. He lay so still that, if he hadn't begun to snore gently, I would have thought him dead.

“You kids stay with him,” I told Jean and Francie. “You know how to keep each other amused till we get back.”

They pouted but agreed and I headed for the house with the two older girls. There was no sense going on with the gang-bang if Cousin George was out of the running. I knew damned well I couldn't take on all four of those sweet little sexpots.

Dad and Missie were curled up on the sofa having a drink when we came in. They looked happy as a pair of satiated cats and, like ourselves they were naked. We had never been fussy about clothing on the island, but except for accidental sightings I had never seen any of the girls or Missie nude until I fucked Anita out on the reef… but we kids had got used to running around skinny-dip style and now it looked as if Dad and Missie had decided to become sun worshippers, too.

They greeted us amiably and then Dad called me into his study. He looked me over thoughtfully, then offered me some pot. Considering how he'd given us hell a couple of years ago when he caught Darlene and me puffing grass, this was a surprise.

He said, “I don't know whether this whole bit is right or not, but it's too far along to put a stop to it. Besides, Jeff, you did me one hell of a big favor.”

When my eyebrows went up, he explained that, ever since she had caught him in an infidelity shortly after their marriage, Missie had frozen up on him. “She comes and you'd better believe it, Jeff, but she never really lets go. But when I watched you in bed with her this morning, I realized you'd found the key that unlocks her.”

“I did?” I decided to play it dumb.

“That bit of squeezing her buttocks when you give a big thrust… I wonder why I never thought of it.”

Later that evening, I finally managed to be alone with her and said, “What's this bit about squeezing your rump, Missie. Dad says it sends you… it sure didn't when I tried it.”

Laughter glowed in her beautiful eyes as she moved that incredible body close to my nakedness. She said, “Sometimes, pepito, a girl has to put out whether she wants to or not. Besides, I didn't want him to know our secret.”

I pulled her close and squeezed her buttocks… nothing happened. Then I thrust my fingers into her slit and grabbed her belly button with my other hand. It was a good thing the big sofa was right behind me or we'd have wound up fucking on the tile floor.