My Sisters And I

EIGHT

Jean's grey eyes regarded me lovingly as she sat Turkish fashion on the shack bed, plaiting her ash-blonde hair into pigtails with deft fingers. In the soft light, her lovely little crack seemed to wink at me. She said, “Jeff darling, you're even better than I hoped you'd be… better than Cousin George.”

“It was Cousin George who took your cherry?” I asked.

She nodded. “He got all of us two years ago… except Francie. She held out for you.” A sidelong up-glance from beneath the long, light lashes, then, “Did she…?”

I nodded. I was thinking of Cousin George, with his ugly face and ugly body fucking Darlene and little Jean. Seeing him fuck Anita on the beach had been bad enough.

Jean read my thoughts and said, “Don't blame him. It wasn't his fault. We all wanted to be fucked and he was here and knew the score. We wanted you, of course, but you were so…” She let it hang.

“So square?” I asked.

She nodded, this twelve-year-old shrimp. I felt myself blush all over. Jean giggled and I felt like slapping her bottom. Jean said, “Don't feel bad. You're just great, even if you were a little slow starting.” She reached for my cock and squeezed it gently, making it throb, then bent over and took the head in her little mouth and began sucking on it, gently at first, then harder and harder, until it seemed to grow an extra two inches.

I pulled her off and hugged her close and her legs went around me and she wriggled her juicy little cunt right down over my cock, sheathing it within her child's body. Seated astride my thighs, she was tall enough to reach up and kiss me and her tiny hummingbird's tongue darted in and out of my mouth. Pulling her lips clear after a long, ineffably sweet moment, she said, “I like it this way… at least I can kiss you while we're fucking.”

I let my hands slide down her seal-slick body and gripped her wee buttocks and began lifting and lowering them on my rigid dong. But after a couple of thrusts, she wriggled her bottom out of my grasp, causing us both intense excitement, and began a wild motion of her cunt that increased our satisfaction. “I want to fuck you my way,” she whispered, her eyes shining with delight through the fringe of long lashes. “I have a lot of ideas.”

She had some beauts, too. Once those incredible lips of her cunt had reestablished their grip on the root of my prick, she pushed me over on my back and, lifting her rump completely clear of my cock, made a quarter-turn and resheathed it so that she was sitting on me sideways. Laughing softly with the fun of it, she made another turn after a few strokes so that her back was to me, then another, and another, until she was facing me again. Then she flattened herself on top of me and began pumping her cunt up and down and around and sideways until she brought me to the point of detonation.

Then she stopped and sat up once more, resting her tiny hands on my chest, and lifted herself ever so slowly, so as not to bring me on prematurely, until she was clear of my cock again. She held it that way for a long moment, looking down at me with laughing eyes while my dong begged for a reprise. Then, compressing her lips, she came down on me with a savage all-encompassing thrust and we were off on the crazy last lap. When I came this time my dong bucked so fiercely it felt like a flying fish about to take off.

She relaxed then, rotating her cunt gently until her passion abated, then rolled off, then licked our combined juices from my prick with an avid tongue. That delicious chore completed, she sat up, blew a strand of light hair clear of her eyes and said, “Whew!”

I said, “I hate to think of what you'll be when you grow up, honey.”

“Why? I'll be just as good… and my equipment will be better.”

I had to laugh. I said, “I didn't mean that and you know it. You're something else already.”

“I know.” She laid her dear little head against my shoulder and stroked my arm. Then, serious, she said, “Something happened on the trip.”

“Let me guess, Jean… Missie got sore at Dad again and blew her stack. And good old Cousin George was there, and…”

She looked at me with surprise, said, “How'd you guess?”

“From the way they looked at each other in the launch just now.”

“Well, I don't like it.” Jean had been a girl of decided opinions since she was three.

“How can you be sure they were fucking?”

She said, “Because I was standing on a chair, looking over the hotel transom last night… and I'm sure it started the night before last.”

I said, just as if she were the oldest instead of the youngest of us, “What have you got in mind for Cousin George?”

“I think we should call a council… just you and me and the rest of the girls. We've all got to be in on it.”

There was no trouble getting Cousin George out of the way. Right after lunch, he and Missie disappeared, and it didn't require a Masters or Johnson to figure out what they were up to. The rest of us adjourned to the beach and had it out. We all felt stiff and uncomfortable in our brief swimsuits after being nude together for so long.

Anita, who had the biggest boobs, felt the constriction the most… at any rate, she was the first to put her arms behind her back, unhook her bra and let her beautiful brown melons tumble out unconfined. Within seconds, the rest of us were naked, our suits tossed carelessly aside, and Jean laid the problem before her older sisters.

She gave us a full account of what had happened in L.A. Dad had taken off with a beautiful society woman and Missie had blown her stack… the result, an early return to the island and a shackup with Cousin George that seemed to be getting out of hand.

“We have no right to punish Missie,” Jean concluded gravely in her little-girl voice. “Dad didn't give her much choice and Cousin George was there and we all know about him in the fucking department.”

Anita's black eyes were shooting sparks. She said, “If he's fucking my mother, we've got to fix him.”

Darlene said, “Any idea how?”

That launched another round of chatter, and it was Francie who came up with the perfect answer. She said, rubbing her pussy thoughtfully, “If we could just get Missie out of the picture tonight.”

“And how do you propose doing that?” Jean inquired.

Anita said, “I know where she keeps her sleeping pills. We could spike her drink after dinner.”

“But Missie doesn't drink after dinner,” Francie objected.

“She'll drink after dinner this evening,” Anita said firmly, “After balling with Cousin George all afternoon, she'll need one.”

“Okay,” I said. “Then what?”

“Then…” Anita tossed back her raven hair… “we girls get you and Cousin George in a fucking contest… and we screw and fuck and suck him until his balls drop off and his cock wilts and he's out of action for a week.”

“Hey!” I said. “What about me? If this contest is on the level, I'll wind up in just as bad shape.”

“Don't worry, darling Jeff.” Anita leaned forward to kiss me, her brown melons brushing my naked chest. “It won't be on the level… and even if it were, you can outfuck Cousin George every night of the week and twice on Sunday.”

“Look!” said Francie, pointing at my dong, which had assumed flagstaff posture as a result of Anita's kiss. “He's ready right now.” She scrambled toward me on her hands and knees, intent on sucking or fucking me off, but little Jean stopped her.

“Not now,” she said. “Not till tonight. We want darling Jeff in shape. Suppose he lost?”

It turned out to be a long, frustrating afternoon, lying there naked on the beach under the caress of the tropical sun with those four lovely sexpots my sisters had turned out to be so suddenly. I could touch, I could feel, I could kiss… but fucking and sucking were out.

Once, around three o'clock, when I felt I couldn't stand it, I swam out to the reef and began to jack off under water… but before I could get in three strokes, a pair of strong, little hands interfered and a thrusting aquatic body like a white seal upended me and gave me a ducking instead of a fucking. I had forgotten how swiftly and far little Francie could swim under water. To drown my frustration, she led me ashore by my dong, while the others sat on the sand and cheered and laughed.

My sisters got the whole evening worked out like a movie scenario. They decided against doping Missie's after-dinner drink as too risky… she might want to go right to bed with Cousin George. So they arranged a casserole meal instead, of chicken mole topped with a local white cheese. We all had our own casseroles with our names on them, so there was no chance of a mix-up.

They dissolved the sleeping pills in Missie's dish, knowing perfectly well that the sauce of chili peppers and chocolate would conceal any telltale taste. I watched them fix the casseroles and saw Anita putting extra spices in all of them, asked her how come.

She came over to where I was sitting and put her forehead against mine and said, “We need all the help we can get for tonight… and hot spices help steam you up… so I'm putting it all in.”

I said, “Watch your language,” and she giggled, and then I said, “Why put all that stuff in Missie's casserole?”

Anita shrugged and said, “Missie won't know the difference once she falls asleep, and it's better they all taste the same.”

My stepsister was a wonderful cook, and the dinner was a huge success… in every way. Right after congratulating her daughter on outdoing herself, Missie's eyes went heavy and she yawned and almost fell asleep at the table. Shaking herself awake, she excused herself, saying, “I don't know why, but I'm sleepy. Perhaps the trip…” She went to the big bedroom alone and all of us except Cousin George exchanged glances. He went on talking about the trip like an idiot and we laughed at his corny jokes like idiots… until he faked a yawn and said, “Jeez, kids, I guess the trip's got me, too.” After which he rose and retired, too.

Darlene had to clap her hand over her mouth to hold back a hoot of laughter. When she recovered, she said, “He thinks Missie went to bed like that as an excuse for them to get to bed together sooner.”

Little Jean, worldly beyond her twelve years, said, “Wonder how he'll react when he tries to wake her up?”

“Let's get the joint cleaned up,” said Anita, rising.

With all of us pitching in, it only took a few minutes to get everything washed, wiped and put away. Then we got the mattresses off our beds and carried them down to the beach, where we made one big pad out of them… with Cousin George's, it worked out fine at six. His bedroom was empty when we peeked in, so we stripped the bed and took his mattress along to complete the rectangle. Then Anita and I went back to get him.

He came stumbling out of Missie's bedroom as we came in, his dong hanging out through the open fly of his shorts and his pimpled face pale with panic. He said, “I can't wake Missie up… I think she's dead!”

Anita said, “That's right, Cousin George… I guess you fucked her to death.”

His eyes went wide and glassy and he swayed where he stood. He said, his mouth opening and closing like the mouth of a goldfish, “But I couldn't of… I haven't fucked her since…” He let it hang as he realized the enormity of his admission.

This was not in the script, but it didn't faze Anita, who planted her feet wide in front of him and said, “Okay, Cousin George, you bastard, if you fucked my mother to death, I'm going to fuck you to death.”

She put on the avenging fury so perfectly that even I was scared. I made like a protector and said, “You wouldn't do a thing like that, Anita.”

“The hell I wouldn't… as soon as I make sure he's not telling another of his lies.”

“So help me…” said George as Anita pushed past him and marched into Missie's bedroom with Cousin George and me trailing along behind.

The bedside lamp was on and Missie was lying there, naked, with the sheet pulled down by her feet. I could not help appreciating the magnificence of her full-blown woman's body as I noted the coral-tipped mounds of her breasts, the low dome of her belly and the thickly furred smaller mound just above the fork of her thighs. Nor could I help wondering how different it must be to fuck a woman like that instead of the kids I'd been screwing around with.

“Is she…?” Cousin George stammered as Anita lifted her head from the supposed corpse and drew the sheet over her mother's body, even covering her head. Then she turned and moved toward us, glaring at Cousin George like an avenging fate. As she passed us, she grabbed his wrist and said, “Come on…”

When he hesitated, she dropped her grip to his dangling cock and led him by it, as tiny Jean had led me that morning, out of the house and along the path to the beach. When we got to the pad of mattresses, she called, “Okay, girls, come and get it!”

Three naked nymphs came racing out of shadowy concealment under the pines and launched themselves at Cousin George… and, as soon as she had shed her scant clothing, a fourth, Anita, joined them.

Cousin George yelled at me to help him, but I was having too much fun watching. The girls didn't exactly undress him… they tore his clothing to shreds as they ripped it from his struggling body. Jean rolled behind him as Francie and Darlene shoved from the front, and he went arse over teakettle flat on his back with his skinny legs flying in the air. Anita was on him like a shot and the other three held his arms and legs as she began belaboring his unresponsive cock. She must have given his balls a squeeze, because he suddenly shrieked, “She's going to fuck me to death… don't let her fuck me to death.”

“You couldn't fuck your way into a paper bag, much less out of one.” Given his limp cock a hard yank that made him scream like a banshee, Anita got up and came over to me and said, “Come on, darling Jeff… let's show the dirty bastard how to fuck.”

I was enjoying the sight of Cousin George's discomfiture and more than willing since the whole scene, plus the hours that had gone by since Jean fucked me, had made me horny as a goat in spring time. I had long since dropped my own shorts to the sand, and my prong rose like a canted pillar in the bright moonlight.

Nor did the fact that Anita was as gentle and frisky as a provocative kitten hurt. She hugged me, rotating her marvelous teen-age breasts against me and brought her cunt as close as my rampant prick would permit. Then she knelt and bent my cock downward and nuzzled it with her lips, pulling it into her mouth and sucking it long and sensually.

When she judged it was ready, she gripped my haunches and pulled me to the mat with her, spreading her legs in a wide Y and thrusting the moonlit bush above her suffusing crotch right at my cock. I lifted the back of her thighs as she took hold of my prick and pushed down on it until it was below the level of her cunt… then let go and it sprang right up and into its target. She was so ripe for penetration that I felt as if I'd never fucked her before… boy, was she ready!

We both seemed to move in every direction at once, and yet were in perfect harmony. I went along until I could feel my own juices being to rise… then I began rolling her back and forth, giving her a tremendous ram with my cock each time we hit our sides, pulling it out on the rise slowly, and letting her have it hard and fast all the way on the way down to the other side.

Anita was a big orgasm girl all the way, quick to trigger and quick to keep coming back… but this action I'd picked up with Darlene on Missie's bed the night before really sent her into convulsions. She began to quiver all over as I went on rolling her, pummeling my chest and shoulders and digging her long fingernails into my back until I was afraid she'd shred it.

We were still rolling back and forth on the mattress pad when I felt myself began to buck and leap in her cunt as my own orgasm got under way… and as the jizzum rose inside my cock to explode deep in her tunnel of love, I felt a burning sensation along the inside of my tube that damn near made me let out a yip… and when it was over and I pulled my sopping stick out of Anita's boiling, slippery cunt, I knew it was going to stay hard as a rock.

Forgetting the game we were playing, I said, “Honey, what in hell did you put in that damn casserole? My cock's burning up.”

She put a sweat-wet hand over my mouth, said, “Shh!” and whispered, “He'll hear you. I gave him three times as much of everything. Watch…”

Evidently, the sight of me plumbing Anita had finally roused Cousin George to action. When I looked around, he was making it with Francie, flat on his back while she plunged up and down on his stiff prick like a jumping toy on a stick. The other girls were kneeling, side by side, just beyond them, savoring the spectacle and cheering Francie on as she made her initial assault on Cousin George's cock.

After a minute or two, his loins began to buck and tense and I could see he was coming… but just as he grabbed Francie and forced her all the way down on his cock, he opened his mouth and let out a howl that a mad dog would have envied.

Francie tumbled clear in a hurry as he shoved her off and sprawled alongside Anita and me, giggling, while Cousin George grabbed his dripping prick with both hands and began twisting it and squeezing it like a masturbator caught in a tornado.

Suddenly, moaning like a martyr on the rack, Cousin George scrambled to his feet and raced for the water and plunged into it up to his waist, still holding onto his burning pole with both hands.

Anita said, “He's going to have a hard-on all night… and every time he fucks one of us, he's going to think he's got a red-hot poker in his prick.”

“Hey… how about me?” My own cock was hot and sore… and erect as it could get.

“You'll be all right, darling Jeff,” said Anita. “Won't he, Darlene?”

“Does darling Jeff's poor joint need some soothing syrup?” my oldest sister crooned, moving against me and tucking it into her marvelously forward cunt. “Maybe it would like a poultice…right?”

“What have / done that rates this?” I asked. “I've only fucked you when you asked me to… and I haven't fucked Missie at all.”

Darlene cooed, “Let's just say, you're an un-innocent bystander, darling.” Then, dropping the rib as she began to squirm on my pole like a live moth impaled on a pin, she said, “I'm sorry, honey… Anita didn't mean to make yours so strong. But we didn't want you to lose out to Cousin George, either. After all, you're our only brother, and we're proud of you and want you to do well.”

The gentle fucking motions we were making began to get to her then, and she pulled me tight against her satin body and rubbed her boobs against my chest and began to suck at my lips and thrust her busy tongue between my teeth. Before I settled down to the sweet sport with her, I caught a glimpse of Cousin George over her right shoulder. He was racing out of the water, still moaning… and fell upon little Jean, poking his hot rod so hard into her cunt from behind that she fell forward on her belly with Cousin George on top of her, pumping into her rear like a maniac.