My Sisters And I

SEVEN

I woke up out of a crazy dream in which I was sliding down the soft throat of a huge whale, like Jonah in the Bible, to find that Francie was sucking my cock, her tousled gold head with the silver streaks bobbing up and down like the head of a huge woodpecker hard at work on a tree trunk.

The blue waters of the Gulf were bright pink in the dawn and, looking upward, I could see a few faint stars still twinkling in the lightening sky. The air was deliciously cool against the heat of the day to come, and if the sand felt grainy beneath me, the sensations Francie was beginning to evoke in my awakening prick more than made up for such a small discomfort.

I extended a hand to caress her head and let her know I was awake, and at once the sucking halted and a pair of bright green eyes peered up at me through a fringe of golden curls. She said, “At last!” and, holding the base of my now rampant dong in her little-girl fingers, scrambled on top of me and inserted the head in her already creaming little cunt, pushing downward on it with a corkscrew motion to render our union complete.

I began lifting my rump in time with her pumpings so that, in the wild and wonderful action which followed, my cock remained constantly plunged to the hilt in her pussy, and little Francie came completely unglued in a couple of minutes, gasping for me to stop even while she got more and more athletic as her climaxes followed quick and fast, each more explosive than the other.

“I can't stand it!” she cried as I went right on fucking her with all my might. “You're wiping me out!”

But I was just beginning really to enjoy myself, and I had no intention of calling a halt even for an instant until nature had run its full course. This took a long time, thanks to the fact that my prick was still half numb with sleep, and her reactions kept getting crazier and more wonderful, as voluptuous rapture went racing through her entire body.

She had stopped begging me to let up and was now gasping, “Fuck me, Jeff… fuck me… fuck… fuck… fuck.”

Her sex sap flooded us both and ran down into my own crack and clotted the sand uncomfortably. When I couldn't stand that any more, I pulled her down close on top of me and rolled her underneath, without breaking the wonderful fucking rhythm we were enjoying. Her widespread legs began pistoning stiffly in and out as her cunt continued to bob in and out and up and down and around and around on the joystick I kept plunging in and out of her guts.

She began to toss her beautiful head spasmodically from side to side and her green eyes were glazed with the continuous climax that made her little brown body heave and roll like the waters of the Gulf in a hurricane. She began nipping at my shoulders until I had to put one hand over her mouth and this seemed to excite her even more and her cunt nipped at my cock convulsively.

It took a long time to make me come that morning, but when my jizzum finally boiled into action, it came like all of a sudden. I jammed my cock into her cunt until it felt as if the rest of me was going to follow, and let her have it as far up as it would go.

She wrapped herself around me, rolling us back and forth on the sand, still in the grip of uncontrollable passion, and I began to realize that this could well be the most exciting of all the terrific fuckings I had had since Anita claimed my virginity that memorable afternoon.

I closed my eyes and dug my toes into the sand and got on with the terrific game we were playing, oblivious like Francie to the rest of the world.

Suddenly, a pair of hands gripped my loins from behind and above me and lifted my rump in the air… and at the same time, another pair of hands dragged Francie, screaming bloody murder, right off my dong and out from under me. The next thing I knew, Darlene and Anita, playful as a pair of pumas, were rolling me over and fighting for my cock, which stood forlornly upright like a flagless flagstaff.

“God damn it!” I yelled. “You bitches have no right to do this.” I was sore as a boil and opened my mouth to give them a piece of my mind… but before I could utter another syllable, they both gave me a piece of their arse and quite effectively shut me up for some time.

Anita planked her dripping cunt squarely over my open mouth and before I could check myself I had thrust my long thick tongue right up her hot-velvet coozie and was tasting the sweet-sharp taste of pussy juice again. At the same instant, Darlene impaled herself neatly on my rampant prick, forcing it all the way up into her womb and rolling herself around on my loins like a rodeo rider.

This change of cunts, in midstream as it were, proved too much for my intention to hold out, and I began to respond in kind, in Darlene with my cock and Anita with my lips and tongue as I alternately sucked at her labia and then lapped her flowing cunt.

It was crazy and not very comfortable, being ground into the sand by both of them, but once the triple play was well begun I no longer gave a damn about anything else. I had never fucked and sucked so hard in my brief experience of sex… nor was I ever to do so afterward. I hit maximum… and held there. I grabbed Anita's buttocks and churned her crotch as I sucked it… not that she needed much guiding… and rolled and thrust my own loins furiously as Darlene got things really swinging downstairs. I could feel Anita beginning to peak toward climax as she rolled her hot, creaming crotch across my lower face, and Darlene go into convulsions as my cock did its work in her roiling guts… and then I was spurting semen into her womb as if it were jet propelled. A real liftoff… for all of us.

We took a swim to clean off and then went back to the house for breakfast. After the workout we had all had, we were ravenous. Bacon and sausage and eggs and coffee never smelled so good to me in my life… and I knew that I would never settle for jogging as an appetite builder after the glorious fun we had all enjoyed. Jogging might be all right for other health nuts, but from now on I was hooked on fucking for exercise… it was a hell of a lot healthier and a hell of a lot more fun!

We were just sitting around, relaxed and naked, when the radio telephone signaled that somebody was calling the island. I answered and it was Jean, my little twelve-year-old sister. She said, “Come on over in the launch and pick us up.”

“Who's us?”

“Missie and Cousin George and me.”

When I told the girls, they looked stunned. Then Darlene jumped to her feet and said, “For Christ's sake, Jeff, take your time. Anita and Francie and I are going to have our hands full getting this place in shape.”

I took my time getting over to Baja, feeling relaxed and lazy and thinking about how much nicer it was to be naked than wearing clothes… even the shorts, shirt, and huaraches that were all I had on. I decided, when I grew up, that I was going to be a nudist and to hell with anybody who tried to stop me.

Even absorbed as I was with all the terrific things that had happened on the island, I could not help noticing that something was wrong when I made the return run. The Baja sunlight was all around us and the sea and sky were crystal clear… but in the boat there was nothing but static.

Jean sat up in the bow with her back to us, letting her legs dangle overboard, while I was alone in the stern sheets handling the rudder. Missie and Cousin George sat facing each other on opposite sides on the benches that ran the length of the cockpit. When I asked Missie where Dad was, she said, “Your father's staying on in L.A. for a few days.”

The way she said “your father” made me think of icicles hanging from the edge of a roof in wintertime. I thought, Oh, shit, Dad's done it again. He was a man women never seemed to want to leave alone… and every time he cut out, there was hell to pay with whoever happened to be his wife.

I looked at Cousin George, but old pimple-face wasn't giving me the time of day. He kept trying not to look at Missie and not making it. I couldn't blame him for that. Missie is Anita grown up, which means she's one hell of a lot of woman. She was made for a bikini… an Anita with the baby fat whittled down to sleek firm flesh. Not that I had anything against her daughter's baby fat… not after wallowing in it as I had the last few days and nights.

A couple of times I caught her looking at Cousin George and saw the lines of her beautiful face soften into tenderness even though her brilliant black eyes remained troubled… and Cousin George looked so smug I felt like popping every pimple on his ugly face. I thought, Oh, no! and wondered just how this unforeseen development was going to affect all of us, and what in hell was going to happen when Dad finally got back to the island.

Somehow, the girls had got the place back in shape by the time I moored the launch to the jetty… they were all down there to meet us, and there was much kissing and hugging as if Missie and Jean had been gone a month instead of a couple of days. As usual, I had to carry most of their bags up to the house… Cousin George always manages to weasel out of his share of everything unless it's making trouble for others.

As I started up the path, little Jean dropped back and looked up at me with her moonstone-grey eyes. She said, “Jeff, I want to talk to you. Meet me at the shack as soon as you can.”

I started to ask her what was up but before I could get a word out, she had trotted ahead to rejoin the group walking ahead of us… five beautiful, bobbing, lightly clad female rumps and one ugly male bottom.

When I got to the shack half an hour later, little Jean was already there. She said, “What took you so long?”

I said, “I made it as quick as I could,” and wondered why I should be on the defensive with a twelve-year-old kid.

She got up off the couch and said, “I want you to fuck me.”

I damn near went down the drain, though after what had happened with my other sisters I probably shouldn't have been so surprised. But, until then, Jean had always seemed just a little girl, a runny-nosed preteenager, a child.

She read me and said, “If you don't, I'm going to go out of my mind.”

I said, “But…”

She said, “Oh, don't make such a thing out of it. I know you fucked Anita and Darlene before we left. And if you're worried about my being a virgin like Francie, don't. I've been fucking since I was ten.” She moved in close, looked up at me and said, “Please, Jeff… I've got to get my rocks off.”

I never had been able to refuse her anything… from making her a kite, when I had better things to do, to slipping her hard-won allowance money for a Saturday afternoon.

This, I decided, was a hell of a time to take a hard line with her.

Besides, twelve-year-old or no, when she turned it on as she turned it on for me then, Jean was suddenly an irresistible little sexpot. She had ash-blonde hair and long light lashes and a round little face that was going to be beautiful. Below, she had a round firm little body that could literally do anything.

She was wearing a little peach-colored shorts-and-bra outfit that took her about two seconds to peel off. It was the first time I had seen her naked in years, and there had been some interesting developments with sensational ones in prospect.

Nude, Jean might have been a satin-skinned boy but for two major differences. Her breasts, which had begun to swell with promise, caused a pair of exceptionally large nipples to stand out from her ribs in low relief. Their areola were so close to the hue of her suntan that the nipples themselves appeared to have no surrounding discs at all. The other difference was in her cunt, above which a little swirl of ash-blonde down was barely evident… but the mound from which it sprouted was large and round, its lower portion bisected by a crack that suggested her cunt was as interesting and as beautifully placed as Darlene's.

Jean's approach to the business of fucking was much more forthright and matter of fact than that of her older sisters. Perhaps she was too young to flirt… though, as a boy who has been brought up in a houseful of females, I have never yet seen one of them who was too young to flirt. Let's put it this way… she didn't fool around.

I got out of my clothes in a hurry and I could have hung them on my prick, which was sticking outward and upward with an eagerness that suggested it hadn't found a home in months… what a liar! When Jean moved in on me, she was so short that the tip of my rigid tool caught her right at the base of her breastbone. She had been about to embrace me, but, finding this barrier of flesh in the way, she stopped and considered it, frowning charmingly. She moved it to one side, then to the other, but it swung back before she could press her sleek little body against mine. She pushed it up against my chest and closed, but the damned thing was beneath us like a broom handle.

She scowled at it, then looked up at me, her lovely grey eyes abrim with mischief. She said, “What a beautiful big handle!” Then she turned her back on me, revealing dimpled little buttocks and, taking hold of my prick in her tiny fist, marched into the other room, leading me like a child with a huge dog on a leash.

There, without letting go of it, she lay down flat on her back on the makeshift bed and opened herself wide. It was evident that Jean had little use for foreplay… or need of it. Her nipples were sticking up like stiff little pricks already and her cunt was already creaming. From the outside, it was a very interesting cunt. It was as highly placed as Darlene's, but with a huge pair of orchid-purple labia… and even more than Darlene's, the clitoris was outside of her hole, midway up the crack above it, almost completely detached from the rest of her sex-apparatus.

Still hanging onto my dong, which was throbbing with anticipation, she pulled me down into her saddle and placed the head of my cock right between those sweetly suffusing lower lips. As I came down over her, she looked dangerously small and fragile compared to my much greater size and bulk.

I said, “I'll squash you.”

She said, “Stick it in, Jeff… I won't break.”

With the words, she thrust her hole up at me and caught my prick in her pool of pleasure, pulling it halfway in. I was again past the point of no return and couldn't have stopped if I'd wanted to… which, as so often before in like circumstances, I definitely didn't.

I counterthrust, driving my dong deep into her… but hit bottom before it was two-thirds buried. I pulled back, or tried to, not wanting to wreck her insides, but those outsized labia surrounding the lips of her cunt seemed to rise up and clamp right around the base of my cock, trapping me like a fly caught in a venus fly trap.

I said, “Jesus, Jean… where'd you pick that up?”

She gave my prick's base a squeeze with her labia that sent the jizzum racing in my balls, then said, “I didn't have to pick up anything. I was born with an educated pussy.”

There was no coherent talking after that… at any rate, none I can remember.

Setting her little bottom firmly in place on the mattress, planting her feet wide apart, Jean began thrusting and gyrating her cunt with a speed and perfect rhythm that reminded me of a great orchestra in full flower. Everything was beautifully integrated… and the more action she gave her cunt, the tighter the grip she held on my cock with her labia.

She thus held me in her tunnel of love as close as she wanted me but gave me terrific action at the same time. Before three minutes were up, I let go a full charge into her… I couldn't do a thing about slowing it up, so great was the way she moved making it.

She shuddered, stopped briefly and cried, “Oh, shit, there I go again… milking a man before I'm ready.”

I said, “This is Jeff, Jean… remember? Just keep it moving and don't give up the ship.”

My words seemed to excite her. She closed her eyes and got her little arms around my middle as far as they would go… and then closed her cunt more tightly than before, as if to keep every last drop of our merged fluids inside her.

I remembered the trick I'd tried on Darlene and reached down as we went right on fucking and diddled her fully exposed clitoris. She was building a fine hot fire for both of us as it was, but when I touched the button, the munitions factory blew sky high.

Until then, when I thought about Jean at all, it was as a quiet kid who kept to herself and minded her own business… but then, I had never been in her business before. She had the lowest boiling point of any of my sisters… and they were none of them exactly slow to convulse in climax. Maybe Jean was on Fahrenheit while the others were on centigrade… any way you looked at it, her degrees of heat were closer together.

How so much sex sap could flow from such a small container was a phenomenon of nature. Little Jean didn't just flow… she spouted, she cascaded. The slippery-slickness of my jizzum in her cunt was dissolved in seconds and the sticky sweetness of her own fluids made thrusting in and out of her tunnel like poking my prick into a tube of thick machine oil. It took a little doing but was it ever worth the effort!

And if her tunnel was too short to hold all I had to offer, it was surgeon's-glove tight and those grasping, gripping, protruding lips more than made up for its lack of depth. At one point they were actually clamped around some of my hair and pulled it so hard it hurt! Jean was simply the greatest. She may not have had all the fancy curves and knobs to hang onto that Anita and Darlene offered… but that sleek little body of hers had a mobility and endurance neither of them could match. Fucking her was like fucking a perpetual motion machine. Jean knew plenty of tricks, too. When she got tired of the straightaway, she wriggled around underneath me and rolled herself up into a ball, offering herself at a different angle that caused her to explode all over again when I began to pump her with my cock scraping the bottom of her pussy instead of the top.

This gave me the idea that maybe she was arse-hole-happy, so I poked my middle finger up her bottom hole and crooked it upward so that I was putting pressure on the under side of my cock through the thin wall of tissue. This drove her out of her mind, and the first thing I knew she was biting the lobe of my right ear… so hard I thought she was going to sever it. I gave her a hard slap but she hung on… until I took drastic action by pulling my cock right out of her wildly thrashing cunt.

She let out a gasp and clutched me, letting go my ear, and said, “I won't bite anymore, Jeff… I promise. Just put it back inside me and fuck me.”

I got up on my knees and looked down at my prick. If it had been soaking when it came out of my other sisters, it was really under pussy juice now. When I moved it back toward target, the target had changed again. Jean had rolled over so that her head and knees were underneath and the curve of her little-girl back on top… with her dimpled buttocks looking me right in the face and her gaping little cunt like a Cyclops' eye between them, begging to be filled.

I grabbed her buttocks and spread them further and jammed my cock into her like a battering ram… and this other new angle sent me right off my own nut within a dozen hard long strokes. As my sperm spurted off the top of her womb, I came down on her with all my weight, and she flattened out under me like a pillow.