My Sisters And I

FOUR

Nothing much happened the rest of that day, which was a good thing for me. After my bout with Francie, on top of my terrific sessions with Anita and Darlene, I was shot down like a clay bird in a shooting gallery. I ate three big helpings of Missie's tamale pie for lunch and was so stuffed all I could do was lie around the beach. Besides, I had to shape up for tomorrow. The next morning early, my father and Missie were taking the launch to the peninsula and flying up to L.A. Cousin George and Jean, my youngest sister, were going along. They both had teeth-straightening appointments.

It was around one o'clock when I got the launch back to the island. The girls had lunch ready and I could tell by the way they giggled and looked at each other and me that they had planned a big afternoon… and by that time I was ready for anything. I was so excited that my balls felt drawn up into my guts and I could hardly touch my food. Anita and Darlene didn't eat much either, but little Francie, the picture of golden innocence, ploughed through three helpings of the pot roast and took her time about eating them… though usually she put hers down like a starved puppy. The other girls began to get edgy and snapped at her.

Darlene said, “Come on, Francie. You haven't got all day.”

Anita said, “You've got to clear all that driftwood from the north cove.”

Francie just kept right on eating, chewing each mouthful about forty times before swallowing it. She looked at me and her green eyes were dancing and I knew she was having herself some fun, the little devil.

A minute or so later, Anita snapped, “If you don't get your arse out of here, so help me, I'll punish you.”

Francie laid down her fork and looked both of them right in the eye and said, “If you think I'm going to the north cove while you two are balling it up with Jeff, you're out of your fucking minds.”

It stopped them cold. They sat there, looking at her with their mouths hanging open. Then, as one, they turned to me… I was laughing fit to burst. I said, “It's all right, girls… Francie's in the club.”

“You'd better believe it,” said Francie, spearing a final piece of meat and putting it into her mouth.

“When did it happen?” Darlene sounded furious.

“Yesterday morning… at the shack,” I said.

“But she's only fourteen!” cried Anita.

I looked at that raven-haired basketful of goodies leaning over the table in her bursting halter and said, “How old were you when you started?”

“Eleven,” she admitted. “But that was different.”

I turned to Darlene and said, “How old were you?”

She turned red beneath her tan and dropped her eyes and muttered, “Thirteen. But…” Then she flared, “But she's your little sister.”

Francie looked stubborn as a mule. She said, “It wasn't his fault. I made him do it.”

Anita said, “That's like saying you made a dog eat a bone.”

I said, “Listen, all three of you. I didn't start any of this. But it's happened and we're all here alone. I don't know how long I can make you all happy, but I'm willing to find out.”

“That's okay then,” said Anita, tossing back her glossy black hair. “Darlene?”

Darlene said, “I only hope he has enough to go around.”

We went to our parents' big bedroom… its chief feature was a huge Spanish-carved bed, the only one in the house big enough to hold all of us. It took us about fifteen seconds to peel off our clothes, and there were the four of us, bare-arsed naked. It was something special, seeing the three of them like that at once… not that I hadn't seen them all plenty of times nearly naked at the beach, and all of them nude since the big ball began. But having them there together was something else. I felt like a Turkish sultan with the cream of the crop in his harem.

Just looking at them made my dong rise to an all-time high. They were beautiful, each in her own different way. Looking at Francie, I understood for the first time what Nabokov's Lolita was all about. She looked so young, so innocent, so deliciously wicked as she pushed back her hair and got up on the bed after helping the others pull back the covers. Darlene and Anita were perfect contrasting examples of the willowy Anglo-American ideal and the lush Irish-Mexican dream senorita. Even to their skins, with Darlene's golden tan and Anita's dusky satin hide. Along with little Francie and her beautiful bronze body and platinum sun-streaked mop of hair, they were like three Christmas baskets in July.

On her hands and knees, little Francie was pulling clear a corner of the heavily embroidered lace spread. Her bottom was cocked right at me, and I could see her two little holes winking my way… the tight, light-rimmed arsehole just above the almost lipless orifice of her cunt. She shifted position ever so slightly as she stretched forward, away from me, to tug the caught corner clear, and I saw her love hole glitter whitely as it caught the golden afternoon sunlight that streamed through the window. It was already well lubricated with pussy juice.

This was too good an opening to ignore. I said, “Excuse me, girls,” to Darlene and Anita and moved in on Francie. Height, angle, position… all were exactly right. I moved up, gripped both sides of her pelvis and thrust forward, at the same time drawing her buttocks tight against my loins. There was an instant of hesitation as the head of my cock was checked by the tininess of her hole and she stiffened in surprise… then she drove herself backward on my prick until it was completely buried in her deliciously soft, moist sweet tunnel of love.

She uttered a little grunt of satisfaction, and Anita murmured, “If I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't have believed it!”

Darlene cried, “Where on earth does she put it?”

Francie didn't bother replying… she was much too busy. She spread her knees to give me fuller access to her rear and then began pumping herself up and down along my own plunging rod. I was in charge of the action, though, thanks to my grip on her pelvis. I pulled her rump into my gut and let it go, then back and out again… until she flattened out and rested her golden head sideways on the pillow and reached back and parted her buttocks wide with her own little hands, so that I could ram my cock even further into her. Then she began to roll and wriggled and corkscrew until I felt my own juices gathering a head of steam.

Since there was so much fucking ahead, I decided to let this one go quickly. I had already learned that I came quickly the first time in, and more and more slowly with each succeeding cock-in-cunt session. So I let the jizzum gather and roll out of my balls and up the tiny tube in the center of my cock and explode like a burst of liquid fire into the very heart of her body. Francie came, too, and it was heaven for both of us… but when I tried to pull out, she tightened her already tight little hole and held me there like a dog in heat. If Anita's tightening had made my dong feel constricted, Francie's version made me cry out aloud. I yelled, “Let go, honey!”

But Francie was having none of it… she wanted more and to hell with everybody else. The other girls saw what had happened and came to my rescue, Darlene grabbing me around the waist from behind while Anita grabbed Francie by the armpits and they pulled in opposite directions. Somehow, Francie's busy little fingers clamped on my balls, and for a moment I thought I was going to lose the whole shooting match. But then I dug into her buttocks, pinching them hard, and she let out a squawk and her hands flew apart and I was free.

“For that,” Darlene told Francie once some sort of order was restored, “you're going to have to wait until Anita and I are finished with him.”

“Yeah,” said Anita, “you can have what's left.”

I said, “For Christ's sake, girls, what are you planning to do to me?”

Darlene's bright blue eyes were abrim with lust as she replied, “Nothing you aren't going to love, darling Jeff.”

Francie sat at one corner of the foot of the huge old bed like a pouting cherub while I lay down between the other two girls who hovered over me, one on each side, kissing me and rubbing their breasts and pussies against me while they made free of my body with their hands. In return, I poked a finger into each of their juicy little cunts, gently rubbing their clits between thumbs and forefingers while I marveled again at the differences between them. Darlene's sex button was almost clear of her crack entirely, way up high, while Anita's was buried deep inside the dripping lips of her vulva and she writhed like a worm on a fisherman's hook while I massaged it.

Suddenly it was more than she could bear, and she sprang athwart me, pushing Darlene away, not squatting but sitting atop my prick and wriggling her bottom until it made unassisted entry into her hot little box… then ramming herself downward upon it until it slid up into her like a sword. “Ayeeeee!” she cried as she felt her aching cavity filled, and from then on I forgot about Francie and Darlene and everyone else. I even forgot about Anita, so all absorbing was the pleasure of having my prick fully imbedded in her marvelously educated cunt. She started with a half-dozen fierce rotary thrusts, then sank down all the way with all her juices liberated until my entire lower belly grew sticky from her freely emitted fluids of sex.

She was an incredible cornucopia of a girl, her body rich with soft satin velvet-lined curves, and I played with her boobs dangling in front of me, squeezing them together and then separating them and massaging their nipples until they stood up like tiny twin flagstaffs. Then I kissed and tongued first one, then the other. Repeating the process in reverse, I nibbled and then nipped them in order. Making this with the second boob was difficult, since, at my first nip, Anita took off in violent convulsions… but I made it, catching her second boob on the bounce. She had leaned backward upon me, supporting herself with her arms stiffly out behind her, her hands flat on the sheet. Thus she could bridge her rump slightly and indulge in gyrations wilder than any I had thought up in my wildest wet dream.

I endured this as long as I could, then thrust my own pelvis up hard, impaling her to the full extent of my blade, and then grabbing her thighs and pulling her down forcibly on my cock with a force that made a loud, wet smacking noise as our sticking pelvises met.

In the water out of the reef two days ago and now, Anita had been in charge, controlling our fucking action to suit her whims. But, thanks to Darlene and Francie, in the two days since, I had learned a hell of a lot about the art of screwing, including the fact that there are times when the man must take charge of the operation himself or be nowhere at all.

Something told me that now was the time to assert myself with my first sex teacher. I let go of her soft silken thighs, grabbed her straddling calves just below the knees and used their leverage to lift myself upright, tipping her over backwards on top of my legs… all without losing cock-in-cunt contact.

She cried, “Carissimo… what are you doing?”

I said, “Fucking you, sweetheart,” and rolled us right over in the huge bed until I was right on top of her and in the saddle. But her cunt was so deepset it was hard to maintain the connection and impossible to get full insertion, so I said to Darlene without looking, “Honey, shove a pillow under her arse.”

A second later, when it appeared, I grabbed her buttocks and hoisted them until the pillow was beneath them. It was better, but not enough for what I had in mind, so I lifted her higher and this time her cunt was a good foot above the mattress and pointed right into my pubic hairs with my prick buried in her all the way to my balls. I grabbed her thighs again and spread them as far apart as I could, leaving her wide open in front of me with the white pussy juice glistening like milk in the moonlight. Then I began thrusting my stiff wet cock into her slowly… and withdrawing it even more slowly.

She began to wriggle and writhe and thrash about beneath me, as if she couldn't stand it, and the obscenities flowed from her cherry-red lips in a steady stream… but I held to my tempo while she went out of her mind. It was crazy, but it was indescribably wonderful. After long minutes, I could feel the come gathering in the roots of my loins, but I still didn't pick up speed, letting her do the convulsing. Then, when I was good and ready, I jammed everything I had into her and held her absolutely firm and open against me while I poured a full discharge into the roof of her guts.

So absorbed had I been thus far with the delicious novelty of the sensations I was receiving from each of my sisters that it had not occurred to me how much stronger I was than any of them. I had just bent Anita, fiery, strongheaded Anita, absolutely to my will… and to judge from her reaction as she lay still, still impaled on my soaking prick and unable to extricate herself, made her love it. When I pulled it out of her with that thocking soggy sound I was beginning to love above all the world's music, she uttered a moan of agony and clapped both her hands to her now-empty cunt, working her fingers into it as passion, now unrequited, continued to hold her body in its grip.

Then Darlene grabbed me by both shoulders and spun me around until our faces were close together… we were both on our knees on the big bed… but her expression was not one of desire but of reproof. She said angrily, “Don't ever pull out on a girl so abruptly once you have her coming. It does terrible things to her inside.”

I said, “Oh?” and made a move to turn from her. “You want me to go back in there?”

For answer, she gripped me tightly, pulling my hot, sweat-sticky chest against the cool curves of her soft-firm bosom. I responded by tightening my grip until she was all but crushed against me and then kissed her, mashing her lips against my teeth and filling her mouth with my tongue. It was a long kiss and our bodies were close and the wet stickiness of my lower torso seemed to arouse her, for she kept pushing against me harder and harder until my cock was all but flattened between our bellies… but the heat of her embrace served to restore its stiffness, which had been beginning to flag.

I dropped my left hand and cupped her buttocks and lifted her until her nipples were level with my mouth… and then I jerked her legs forward and pulled that wonderful way-up-front cunt of hers down until I was imbedded to the full in its thin, sheathlike length. Her legs went around my waist in automatic reflex, and I let myself fall forward, squarely on top of her, using my forearms and elbows to break our tumble so that I wouldn't really crush her.

Even so, it almost took the wind out of her and she gasped and lay still. Then, lifting a hand and tracing my lips with a forefinger, she whispered, “My God, but you're strong, Jeff. I saw what you did to Anita just now.”

“I wanted you to,” I told her and, for some reason, I meant it. I was a pushover in everything for my three lovely sisters but I didn't want them, especially Darlene, to think I was a sexual patsy.

“You wouldn't do a thing like that to me?”

I looked down into her bright blue eyes surrounded by her silken red hair and I said, “Not unless you want me to?” I made it a question because I read the indecision in her voice and she suddenly turned her head away to one side. It was all the answer I needed. Darlene wanted the works and I set about giving them to her.

As I've already told you, I've always been closer to Darlene than to the other girls. Maybe it was the fact we were born only ten months apart, while the others were strung out more behind us. But we've always gone to bat for each other without thinking about it, and that means something special. Then, when she came to my bed the night before last, I knew we loved each other… she had shown more depths to her affection for me than I had ever expected… desire, jealousy of Anita, revelation of herself without inhibition… and I had plumbed those depths all the way.

Now she wanted a favor, wanted me to fuck her so that Anita would know our relationship was beyond her reach no matter how hard our stepsister tried to match it. If I had fucked Anita brutally, she wanted me to fuck her even more brutally… and I was more than ready and willing to pick up the challenge.

But how? I hadn't exactly made a study of positions in the special library of illustrated books my father thought he had hidden in the big cedar chest under the stuff in the back of his closet. Sure, I'd slobbered over them some when I got a chance… but I hadn't exactly figured out the how and why of each posture.

As I've said, though, I'd been learning fast since I woke up two afternoons ago and discovered Anita fucking Cousin George on the beach… and now I remembered a position I hadn't believed possible, and, thanks to what Anita had done to me before I rolled her underneath, I thought I knew how to accomplish it.

I rolled us sideways and got my legs out in front of me, and then back so that Darlene was sitting astride me with her legs locked around me and her arms held me close to her stiffly erect breasts. I thrust my two arms up inside hers the way I'd been taught in my lifesaving tests and broke her hold around my body. Then I put a hand on each nipple and squeezed until she cried out and pushed her backward until she had to support herself with her hands flat on the bed behind her like Anita. And then I had Francie bolster my back with the pillows that had been under Anita's dripping bottom and grabbed Darlene's thighs just under and above the knees.

If it was fun being able to see the cock-and-cunt action while I fucked Darlene the night before last, and yesterday morning with Francie after I popped her cherry, this was better yet. I could see everything just by looking down, and I had complete control of the action thanks to the way my hands gripped her legs. I looked around and there was Anita, on her knees, looking down at our sex organs with her eyes popping, her lips parted and the tip of her little pink tongue showing. Over my shoulder, I could catch a glimpse of Francie's platinum-streaked golden hair as she watched the game.

Darlene gasped and looked between her bruised breasts at our interlocked organs and began to wiggle her bottom as a climax began to ripple the sleek surface of her belly. But I had no intention of letting her control the action. I squeezed her buttocks even harder than I had squeezed her boobs and pulled her down hard on my cock until our hairs intertwined with a soppy sound. As I did so, I poked my own pelvis forward and rammed my rod into her hard until my crown drove beyond the flanges of her womb and hit bottom beyond. She stiffened and screamed and then let out a moan as if she were dying. Then she went into a series of convulsions that all but tore my prick out of her cunt.

For a few seconds, I lost my grip on her rear mounds and had to hang in for dear life… but when she stiffened again in an agonized climax, I caught hold of her bottom once again and slowed her down and rammed her all the way a second time, holding it in there and keeping her under tight rein while the sweet sex sap flowed out of her hole and spread a delicious stickiness all around our united fronts. Then I pulled out slowly until only the tip of my cock was nuzzling the lips of her cunt, maneuvering her arse so that it nudged her entrance from every angle. She began to cry for mercy, pleading with me to fill once more the unbearable emptiness of her cavity, but I let her convulse for long moments without granting her an end to her misery.

Finally I decided enough was enough and pushed it back in slowly, feeling her relax in unbearable delight as I slid it past the gates of her womb anew and reached bottom. Then, releasing her buttocks, I poked my left thumb into her arsehole while, with my right hand, I began diddling her clit… all the while with my dong impaling her all the way. Darlene let out another scream and went rigid then, and little Francie began tugging me clear of her, crying, “She's out of it, darling Jeff. Don't waste it on her… I want it while it's still alive!”