My Sisters And I

TWO

That evening I looked at my father with new eyes as he sat at the head of the table, dishing out the food Missie had prepared. Until now I had always taken him for granted. But after my initiation on the reef with Anita, I realized what a lot of man he was… massive, red-bearded, obviously virile as a goat. I wondered about him in bed with Missie, dark, passionate, beautiful, a grown-up version of her daughter, who sat demurely across from me, acting as if nothing at all had happened.

Without closing my eyes, I could visualize Dad and Missie, naked, thrashing around on the huge bed in their room, his big prick imbedded in her cunt in a thrusting, gasping, sobbing tangle of limbs, rolling and rocking in the grip of their ardor. Then I tried to visualize Dad with my real mother and quickly withdrew the thought because I simply couldn't make it.

Then Cousin George snapped me out of it, saying, “Give Jeff another helping. He's great for seconds.” I offered my plate to be passed up the line for another helping. Darlene, on my left, took it and handed it on to Dad, who dished out another helping from the big earthenware pot. As usual, on Tuesday, it was a stew made up of the Sunday roast. As it came back, George, bless his dirty little heart, said, “It's a good thing Jeff goes for leftovers, too.”

I tried to think of some kind of comeback to put George in his place, but couldn't think of anything that wouldn't spill the fact I had fucked Anita that afternoon. So I just looked at George who returned my gaze mockingly. He and I had never actually come to blows, but we'd been close a number of times. Now I knew I was going to have to whale the tar out of him… and soon. I knew I could outfight him, just as I was pretty sure I could outfuck him after what had happened out on the reef. I was bigger and stronger and faster, even if he was a year older. I knew that he hadn't even made the tiddlywinks team at his school back East, while I was slated to play fullback at my own school in the San Fernando Valley.

What surprised me was Darlene. She snapped at George, “Quit picking on Jeff, if you know what's good for you.”

Majestic at the head of the table, Dad looked down at us and rumbled, “If you've got any arguing to do, do it outside… not in this house and not at table.”

I glanced at Missie, saw that she was regarding me with open speculation, and thought, Oh-oh, I'd better be careful. Missie may not have been the best-informed woman in the world, but when it came to human relationships, she was wise. Then I felt Darlene's hand on my thigh. She squeezed and I looked at her, and read a message in her hazel eyes I couldn't quite decipher. She was trying to tell me something… but what? I decided I'd find out soon enough, so I just looked at her, seeing her with new eyes in the light of my afternoon's experience.

Before, she had been just big sis… now I realized she was one hell of an attractive woman… tall, willowy, with long, red hair. Freckles peeped through the suntan of her lovely face. I wondered what it would be like to be in her pants and if anyone had been there yet… and then I saw her turn pink beneath the tan and the freckles and turn her attention back to her plate. What the hell was she trying to tell me…? And when would I find out?

I looked back at Anita and caught her regarding me. As she caught my eyes, she winked. I decided one thing right then and there as I winked back. I was going to get more of what I had gotten from her that afternoon, come hell or high water… a lot more of it!

I thought I'd never get to sleep when I went to bed at nine as usual, laying there, reliving those marvelous orgasms and what I knew had to be wonderful fucking in spite of my inexperience. I'd heard enough talk about it at school and around to know it wasn't often like that. I blessed Anita for being what she was and then lost the whole thing as the sandman arrived and did his job.

I was awakened by a dream that a kitten was romping all over me, to discover that it was real. Somebody was in bed with me, somebody soft and definitely female. I reached for the light switch but a hand stayed my arm and a soft voice whispered, “Don't… you'll wake the rest of them up.”

It was Darlene. She was naked as I was and since my bed on the island is only a cot we were as close together as two people can get… well, almost. She had looked willowy in a bikini, but, naked, her breasts were a lot fuller than I had suspected. I touched them, then cupped one in my hand and felt a shiver run the length of her beautiful body. Her lips were mere inches from mine and her breath was perfumed as she whispered, “I'd like to kill both of them.”

“Both of who?”

“George and Anita, for what they did to you on the beach.”

It caught me off guard. I asked, “What do you know about it?”

She said, “Francie and I saw the whole thing. We were on our way to join you when George started screwing Anita… that chiseling little Latin chippie!”

“Was that what you were trying to tell me at dinner?”

“Not all of it, Jeff darling.” Her arms slid around me, supple as two snakes, and her lips were suddenly crushed to mine, her tongue darting in and out of my mouth like a dancing flame. I was still sleepy, but I couldn't help responding. I put my own tongue to work and played with her bubbies until the nipples stood up like little pricks, and then I dropped a hand to her pussy and explored its design and discovered that whoever said women were all alike upside down was a bald-faced liar. Where Anita's cunt was set deep in her crotch, close to her asshole, Darlene's was well up front and center… and the patch of hair above it was soft and silken where Anita's was like steel wool.

I dug into her with my fingers and felt for the button and found it and her juices began to flow around my hand, sweet and wet and hot. I could feel her body flutter again as she came a little. She gasped and stiffened and pulled her lips clear and I had a sudden restraining thought and said, “Are you sure you want to go through with it?”

Her answer was a quick hug that all but broke my ribs. She whispered, her voice hot and fierce, “I've been wanting this for two whole years, darling, never mind if it's right or wrong. After what I saw this afternoon, wild bulldozers couldn't stop me.” She reached down and fondled my prick which had risen and was ready for the fray. She all but crooned over it while she caressed it and I began finger-fucking her again. She said, “I've been planning this ever since last summer when I saw you get a hard-on at the beach one day… and to think that filthy little cunt got ahead of me.”

I knew there was some dissension between Darlene and Anita, but I had never suspected it ran so deep. It was, I discovered, to be a night of many surprises.

She whispered, “That beautiful prick, so clean and pure as Sir Galahad's lance… and she had to spoil it!”

“It doesn't feel spoiled to me,” I said.

“Oh, darling, I didn't mean that. It's beautiful!”

So help me, then she bent over and kissed its tip and then took the head into her mouth and began lipping and tonguing it gently while she palmed my balls and ran her thumb and forefinger around the base. I knew right then somebody had been in Darlene's pants and I was glad. I knew about blow jobs, naturally, but except for that one time in L.A., my acquaintance was at best secondhand. Now, with Darlene performing on my prick like a great clarinetist, I quickly discovered that I might as well have been a virgin that way too.

She licked, she sucked, she nibbled with her teeth, she made a cunt of her beautiful mouth and pumped up and down on my rod until it grew taller and thicker than ever before… all the time giving its base and my balls a gentle massage with her fingers and palm that sent shivers of sheer delight racing the length of my spine. More important, she sensed when I was ready to spurt and withdrew briefly, lifting her lips and hand from my throbbing dong and looking up at me with a silent laugh of happiness.

“I love doing this,” she whispered. “Isn't it awful?”

I said, “Awful isn't exactly the word for what I'm feeling.” I reached for her wonderful mop of red hair and pushed her mouth back over my cock and she got to work again… and when she tried to pull clear after a couple of minutes I held her there forcibly while the sperm rushed up from the balls she was gripping and exploded from the tip of my rod, deep in her gullet. When I finally released her, some of my jizzum was running down the side of her chin, and I pulled her close and kissed it clean, relishing the salty warmth of my own semen.

Then her lips were on mine again and she was crowding her soft, exciting curves against my naked body and our tongues went into their tango. Suddenly she pulled clear and reached for my still-stiff and throbbing cock and said, “Isn't it supposed to lie down and rest for a while?”

“If you really watched me with Anita this afternoon, you know better,” I told her.

She grimaced and said, “That part of the action was mostly under water, so I couldn't really see what went on. But, goodness, darling, you're the first boy I've fucked who can make it twice without stopping… not to mention for the second time in the same day.”

“Don't knock it,” I told her.

“Who's knocking?” She laughed silently again and once again her hungry lips and tongue sought mine… and found them for the most exciting kiss I had ever known till then. We lay there, side by side, for a while, with only my rigid cock between us and it was very sweet but fast becoming more than I could bear. Sister or no sister, things had gone too far to pull back… I had to get that aching prick into her body and let nature take its course.

Darlene apparently was of the same mind, for she stalled me, wriggling her body upward against me without breaking our kiss, and then sliding my joystick right up into her deliciously sopping wet cunt until our hairs met and mingled in a double mat of delight… all without having to put me in the saddle, thanks to the position of her cunt. She sighed and removed her lips from mine and said, “I used to think there was something wrong with me… having my pussy so far forward.”

I said, “But now you know better.”

She laughed again and wriggled against me and said, “Oh, do I know better!”

Her wriggled, with my cock imbedded all the way in her tunnel, set me afire, I began to thrust and withdraw, slowly and only halfway, and she advanced and withdrew her sweet little pussy in perfect union with me. At first we took it slowly, savoring the delights of making one another's carnal acquaintance. Darlene had a perfectly delicious little cunt. Where Anita's had been soppily sweet and narrow at the entrance, it was roomy once you got past the barrier, save when she tightened her inside muscles the second time I came within her. Darlene's was like the blade of a rapier… or maybe the scabbard would be a better way of putting it… all the way up. Putting it into her was like putting a single finger into a very tight-fitting glove… and way at the end there were soft little flangelike membranes that excited the crown of my cock like crazy.

After a bit, I got an idea and slowly slid my tool out of its pulsating container so that only the very tip was within her lips. I felt her gasp at the emptiness she must have felt and pulled back each time she thrust her hungry cunt at my cock to reclaim it for her own, barely maintaining the contact.

“Don't, darling,” she whispered hoarsely, “You're killing me. Put it back where it belongs… please, darling!”

I teased her a little longer, but no man in his right mind could keep out of that heavenly place for long once he had enjoyed its sweet fruit, and then let her have it… hard, fast and all the way. She lay still on her side, shuddering with the shock, and then she exploded, gripping me tightly and opening up her legs and rolling on top of me and leaning forward so that her boobs swung back and forth across my face while her long red hair fell into my eyes. With the force of gravity working for us, my cock went so far into her guts that I was afraid I would actually rip her organs to pieces. But I didn't, of course, and the added penetration only served to add more inflammable fuel to the fires that burned within her… and within me as well. She literally came all over me. Her juices flowed so freely that not only my cock was soaked but the entire area around it, while the insides of her thighs were sticky sweet and when I reached for her buttocks to assert some sort of control, they, too, were liberally doused with Darlene's pussy juice.

All the time she was doing the most wonderful things with her bottom, bumping it up and down, pushing it north and south and then east and west and then rolling it around and around in a succession of circles. Thanks to the action I had already had that day, I was slow to come again, and the delay only made her action the greater. Darlene didn't just keep having orgasm after orgasm like Anita… she had a succession of peaks, each more intense than the last in a sort of mounting crescendo, until she reached a terrific climax that left her spent and shuddering and hanging on for dear life. She supported herself with her hands flat on my shoulders and half sobbed, “Oh, Jesus, Jeff… oh, Jesus.”

I was afraid she was through and would leave my climax unreached, so I put my right hand down and massaged her little clitoris while my cock was still imbedded in her cunt all the way to the roof. It was easy, thanks to the way her pussy was positioned, and I just poked my first two fingers into it and worked them around in that marvelous slime.

For a moment, Darlene stiffened on top of me, every muscle taut… and then she detonated with a quick little scream and began working her cunt around on my cock like a crazy woman, flopping her torso against mine with each stroke so that her breasts were repeatedly crushed between our sweat-covered torsos. Her eyes closed for long periods and I was afraid she was going to pass out, but she came back and looked down at me, blankfaced with passion. Once she gasped again, “Oh, Jesus, darling… you're killing me!” but she didn't get over this big hump for a much longer time… nor did her actions reveal any desire to be finished.

It kept getting sweeter and sweeter for me, too… and I had no intention of letting her off my prong until it had finished the job nature intended it for… so when she finally came to a stop, I reached down again and gave her steaming-wet clit another little massage.

She gasped, “Oh my God!” and then, “Oh no, not again! Not so soon, darling. I can't!”

But she could and we both knew it, and I began lifting my own rump and following her crazy motions, not just with my prick but with my whole body. This seemed to put her in some kind of overdrive, and I had to grab hold of the sides of my cot to keep us from tumbling off onto the floor… which could easily have roused the whole family. My sister flew into orbit and was lost to the world… and I could begin to feel the hot lava stirring behind my own jock. It was time for me to take control of the action for the finale… don't ask me how a greenhorn like me knew that, but I just did, it was instinctive, so I pulled her plunging, heaving, wriggling body down flat on mine and rolled her under me without once breaking the magic contact of cock in cunt.

Darlene cried softly, “Oh, Jeff… you're marvelous!” Then she began to cry for real with great tears rolling down her cheeks and mingling with the sweat and saliva on her face. This was the first time I had ever really been in a woman's saddle, and I liked it fine.

I flattened her deliciously curved body beneath mine and saw her breasts vanish into her torso as Anita's had done that afternoon when Cousin George was riding on top of her. Darlene planted her feet as far apart as the cot would permit and pulled up her knees so that she could bridge her body and thrust her cunt upward at my cock as I had been bridging to thrust my dong into her while she was riding shotgun on me. Each time I rammed it home, it seemed to go all the way up to her diaphragm and she quivered a little but corkscrewed her cunt right back for more. I tried the corkscrew motion myself and she clutched me convulsively and uttered a sharp little cry and her eyes rolled upward and she became dead weight beneath me. This was not what I wanted at all… since I was still far from finished. I kept right on fucking her, but it wasn't much fun… once I heard an older kid at school describe screwing one of the girls who was a lousy lay as like fucking a log of wood, and now I knew what he meant.

So I stopped with my tool still inside her dripping cunt like a banderillo's spear in a bull at the fights in Tijuana and decided to have some fun on my own. I had been around girls all my life… with three real sisters and one stepsister, how could I miss?… but I had never really had a chance to examine a female pussy at close quarters. I had read all this crap about it looking like a calla lily or an orchid or a lotus blossom and I wanted a look for myself before I reached my own conclusion… so I lifted myself on my knees, pulling her cunt with me so that I was squatted on my haunches with Darlene's legs forking my body and her pussy right there under my nose.

The position forced my prick downward until I was afraid it would break, so I pulled the pillows down and got them under her shoulder blades, lifting her upper body and making the contact bearable. Then I took a good look. Her lips or labia were darker than Anita's, more purple than pink, and they came out when I pulled my dink partway out, then folded in around it when I poked it back in again. Right above the hole I was using was the button, poking out wetly with its membrane covers drawn back, and above the clit the union of the labia into a crack in her skin than ran up into the damp red grass of her pussy and vanished.

I grabbed hold of the undersides of her thighs then, just above the knees, and doubled them back on either side of her flat belly and got a full view of her bottom, with its tight little grey-rimmed arsehole just below where my dong disappeared in the depths of her cunt. For some reason, this excited me again, and I began to thrust in and out of her, enjoying the changes that took place each time I moved my cock either way. Her juices were still running so freely that, in this position, her cunt made soppy little sounds at the same time. Finally, I knew I was about to blast a load of jizzum into her and it seemed a shame to have her miss the final action… so I extended the tip of my right index finger and gently diddled her exposed clit.

Her legs pistoned out on either side of me like the hind legs of a jumping frog and she began to writhe so strenuously that I nearly lost contact entirely. I got hold of her thighs again and pushed her legs up and apart once more and then began taking full measure of her with long slow deep strokes, straight ahead, in and out, keeping her under control by my grip on her legs. She moaned and muttered and began thrusting and then rolling from side to side and I began to roll with her, feeling the tide within me rise, slowly at first and then with more and more speed until, with a grunt, I jammed it all the way up and let her have it full in the womb. She gasped and cried out until I had to cover her mouth with my hand, and kept right on throbbing beneath me until at last my cock began to wane within her and finally was just a wet little mushroom lingering at the gates of heaven, reluctant to leave.

She let me know by her eyes that she was sane once again, so I released her lips and kissed her damply with all the love in my heart. She hugged me and then I rolled off her beautiful body and we lay side by side once more while she traced the outline of my lips with her fingertips.

“No wonder there's a law against it,” she whispered. “It's too wonderful.”