


Treading Lightly

by clearwinston



Category: Incest/Taboo
Published: 2015-04-03
Updated: 2015-04-03
Packaged: 2017-05-02 14:21:08
Chapters: 1
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/treading-lightly
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1379904&page=submissions
Summary: A brother and sister invite their sister to play.
Erotica Tags: Bisexual, Brother/Sister, Cum Swallowing, Lesbian, Oral Sex,
Threesome
Average Rating: 4.82






        Treading Lightly


It wasn't my best moment, I have to admit.  
  
"Seriously, Aaron, what the hell?"  
  
"I'm sorry!" I answered, yet again. "I didn't know anyone was down here.
Especially doing. . . that." I waved my arms in circles toward her general
direction.  
  
"I thought you were training," she grumbled, holding her purple yoga mat in
front of her.  
  
"I was. I'm having an off day so I didn't finish with swimming like I usually
do."  
  
"Well, at least turn around." She spun her finger in a circle as she said it.  
  
I turned around and listened as she huffed past me, rushing out of the
basement lounge.  
  
When did my sister start doing naked yoga? I wondered. I heard a woman's voice
telling me to relax my breathing. It helped.  
  
Until I realized Leah had left her laptop on the coffee table and it was just
the instructor on the video continuing with the lesson. I turned it around on
the table and noted that there were only a few minutes left, meaning I had
come in during the cool down. I closed her laptop and carried it upstairs,
setting it on the bottom step that led upstairs to the bedrooms.  
  
I was slicing off a few pieces of cheddar cheese to eat with some crackers
when I heard Leah bound down the stairs. Here comes the shitstorm, I thought.  
  
"Hey," she muttered.  
  
"Hey."  
  
"Listen, I'm sorry I got so mad downstairs."  
  
"It's cool," I answered, handing her a slice of the cheese. She thanked me as
she took it and grabbed a cracker off my plate. "I need to be more careful. I
was going to play Call of Duty, but I guess I should have knocked first."  
  
"Why would you knock to go down to the basement?" she laughed. "That's shared
space. I should have just been more careful."  
  
"Yeah, maybe," I shrugged. "Either way, I'm sorry I walked in on you."  
  
"Don't worry about it. I'll be more careful in the future. So," she said,
taking a bite, "the basement's open now if you want to play your game."  
  
"Yeah, thanks. Let me ask you a question."  
  
"Sure."  
  
"Why. . . I mean, why don't you wear anything when you do yoga?"  
  
"Oh," she laughed. "Kim hooked me. Part of a good yoga session is not only
stretching and stress relief, but self-awareness. Being naked is very freeing,
just mentally if nothing else. Have you ever worked out naked?"  
  
"What? No!"  
  
"Not riding your bike or running," she laughed, "But stretches or body weight
stuff. You should try it."  
  
"I'll keep that in mind," I said, rolling my eyes. I picked up my plate and
drink and walked toward the basement.  
  
"Or playing Call of Duty!" she called after me, laughing.  
  
I played for a couple of hours before calling it a night and coming upstairs.
Mom and Dad had left yesterday to take a cruise for their 25th anniversary,
leaving Leah and I home alone. I'm 19 and Leah's 21, and we have another
sister, Sara, who's 24. Leah is the fun one, short and lean with blond hair
and blue eyes. Sara is taller with a curvier build with brown hair and blue
eyes. I'm not especially tall or big, about 5'7" and 150 pounds. I'm in good
shape, but I'm not totally ripped or jacked. My hair is a light brown and I
have the same blue eyes as the rest of my family.  
  
"Hey, dork," Leah blurted as she plopped down on the couch beside me. "Mom
sent a selfie of her and dad leaving port a few minutes ago." She turned the
phone toward me and showed me a picture of my mom in her sleeveless yellow
shirt, visor and sunglasses, and my dad in his teal golf shirt and sunglasses.
They looked happy. Leah said that Mom attached a text saying they were staying
overnight once they got back into Port Canaveral, and would be back next
Sunday. "How's it going?" she asked, nodding toward the TV.  
  
"I'm getting my ass kicked," I muttered, ducking behind a wall as bullets
smacked into the concrete behind my shoulder.  
  
"That sucks," she said, watching me as I tried unsuccessfully to clear the
area so I could move from behind my cover. I began getting frustrated at being
pinned down while Leah looked on. I finally took a chance but took a fatal hit
from a nearby explosion.  
  
"Dammit!" I cursed, throwing my controller onto the couch.  
  
"And this is supposed to be a stress reliever?" she asked with a smile, her
eyebrow raised.  
  
I just rolled my eyes, feeling pinned and under fire again.  
  
"Come on," she said, popping up off the couch. "Let's go get a pizza." She
pulled at my hand and I finally relented, standing up to follow her up the
stairs after turning off the TV and Xbox.  
  
She drove her Altima into town as I rode along. I had to admit she was fun.
She had a way of relieving my stress no matter what she did. Right now she was
just singing along with Gwen Stefani, mimicking her movements and facial
expressions from the video, being cute, funny, and unintentionally sexy all at
the same time.  
  
Wait. Did I just consider my sister sexy? Maybe that wasn't the right word.
No, it was.  
  
As her head bobbed and she sang, I started laughing.  
  
"There you go!" she laughed. "I knew I could cheer you up."  
  
"Okay, okay," I relented.  
  
We pulled into the pizza place and in a few minutes we were splitting a
buffalo chicken pizza, without Sara, which she would never forgive us for if
she found out.  
  
"I have to ask," I blurted out, "Where did you hear about the yoga thing?"  
  
"That didn't take long," she smiled before pinching a piece of chicken and
eating it, sucking her fingers clean. As she wiped her hands on a fresh paper
napkin from the dispenser on the table, she said, "It's one of the things we
talked about in class." She was an exercise science major. "Because yoga is so
popular, our instructor said it was important to learn how to do it right.
Tons of people get injuries from doing yoga wrong, so she feels like we need
to know the right way to do it so we can lead classes or help clients without
hurting them.  
  
"So, we talked about all the different kinds of yoga and we learn the basics
in the intro class, which I took last year. This year I'm taking the next
level up and we are getting into them more intensely. A couple of weeks ago we
talked about the possibility of doing it naked and how it's so good for lots
of things."  
  
"Well, I can tell you one thing it's bad for: me. I don't need to see that."  
  
"What?" she laughed, "You don't like seeing a beautiful woman naked and
stretched out like that?"  
  
"You're not a beautiful woman. You're my sister."  
  
Her jaw dropped and she started laughing as she pelted me with wadded up
napkins and her uneaten pizza crust. I laughed with her as I tried to deflect
the projectiles, catching the crust and taking a bite from it with a smile.  
  
"You're such an asshole," she laughed, shaking her head. "Seriously, though,
you should try the yoga thing."  
  
"I don't know," I mumbled.  
  
"Come on. If you have someone who knows what they're doing to help you, it can
be a huge benefit. Lots of athletes use it to help with flexibility and on
their off-days as a replacement for a more intense workout."  
  
"You think it would help?"  
  
"Sure I do. Think of what a couple of extra inches reach on your swim stroke
could do."  
  
"Do you promise not to make fun of me?" I asked, eyeing her sideways.  
  
"Scout's honor," she smiled, her right hand raised with three fingers
extended.  
  
"All right," I shrugged, "I'll give it a shot."  
  
"Cool! We'll start tomorrow morning."  
  
*****  
  
As I sat at the breakfast table eating my last piece of bacon, Leah bounced
into the kitchen and smacked me on the back of the head. "Morning, loser!" she
said, dropping into the chair next to mine.  
  
"Slut," I nodded in greeting.  
  
"You ready to get your yoga on?"  
  
"I wouldn't put it that way, but yes I am."  
  
"Good. Meet me downstairs in a few minutes. I'll set it up." She stood up and
I couldn't help but notice her hot pink boy shorts and black sports bra. She
was barefoot and her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail.  
  
"I don't have any yoga pants. Is that going to be a problem?" I smiled.  
  
"You can borrow some of mine." She didn't even look back as she said it, but
the tone in her voice told me she was smiling.  
  
Leah burst into fits of laughter, collapsing on the couch when I walked into
the basement lounge.  
  
"These things ride like you wouldn't believe," I said as I dug the black lycra
out of my ass.  
  
"I can't believe you," she said, still laughing.  
  
"You said I could," I smiled.  
  
"You know I can see everything, right? It looks like you're smuggling fruit."  
  
I looked down and of course I already knew I was showing my whole package,
which just added to the humor, as far as I was concerned. "Well, I figured
that I saw what you had, so. . ."  
  
"Still not quite the same," she answered with a wry smile. "All right," she
said, standing, "Let's get started."  
  
"Wait. Let me go change." I turned to leave the room.  
  
"Nope."  
  
"What?"  
  
"You had your chance to dress for yoga and that's what you chose. The lesson's
starting right now."  
  
"No way! I'm not wearing this!"  
  
"Trust me, you don't want to miss the warm-up."  
  
"What am I supposed to do, then?"  
  
"I can think of two options." She didn't say anything else, but just looked at
me. It didn't take me long to catch on.  
  
"You've got to be fucking kidding me, Leah." She shook her head and tucked her
thumbs into her waistband. "Come on. Not funny."  
  
"I'm not laughing. It's either those," she said nodding at the yoga pants I
was wearing, "Or nothing."  
  
"Let me go put on some shorts. It was just a joke."  
  
She shook her head and started pushing her shorts down slowly. She stopped and
said, "It's very freeing. Come on, no one's gonna see us."  
  
"I don't know that I want you seeing me like that."  
  
"Okay, then, you can see me like this again and you can wear those." She
shoved her shorts down and kicked them off, then yanked her sports bra over
head and tossed it onto the couch. "There." She stood with her hands on her
hips and I couldn't stop my eyes from roving. Please, God, don't let me get an
erection, I thought.  
  
"If you rip my pants, I'm going to be pissed," she warned, nodding at my
crotch.  
  
I should have known I couldn't have stopped it, but I also felt ashamed at
developing a bone at the sight of my sister.  
  
"Take 'em off."  
  
"Leah. . ."  
  
"Off!"  
  
"Dammit," I muttered, shoving them down and pulling them off my feet, my
erection bobbing in front of me.  
  
"Very nice, little brother," she smiled. "Okay, let's get started." She turned
and pointed to a green mat on the floor and she knelt across from me on a
purple one. "Today we're doing couple's yoga. We're going to do moves that
allow us to use each other as resistance and to assist in the moves and for
balance." She reached over and clicked on the space bar on her laptop and the
image on the television changed to a fit couple in spandex sitting back to
back. "I want you to try to imitate the guy's position as we do this, okay?"  
  
"Yeah, sure," I nodded, looking at the on-screen example. Ooh, sitting. I
think I can do that, I thought sarcastically.  
  
She ordered me to sit cross-legged on my mat with my back to her and I felt
her naked back against mine a moment later. "Okay, keep your back straight so
that your shoulders are back and our backs are touching all along our spines,"
she said quietly. "Hold it there and relax. Breathe with me." She showed me
how to breathe and we sat like this for a couple of minutes and I was
beginning to feel relaxed with my hands on my knees. Her ponytail lightly
tickled the base of my neck and upper spine and I could feel her warm back
against mine. It was surprisingly peaceful.  
  
"Okay," she said, breaking the silence, "Arms straight out to the side." I did
as she told and she wrapped her arms under mine, pressing her palms to the
insides of my wrists since her arms were not as long as mine. With a light
pressure, I could feel her stretching my chest open as my arms moved behind me
slightly. She released the pressure and I did the same to her, pressing my
arms forward only a few inches.  
  
Next she had us standing up and she showed me various poses as I followed her,
most of the names escaping me as I tried hard not to notice the perfect ass in
front of me as we stood spread eagle on our mats before pressing forward with
our bodies, bending my front knee while my back leg was held straight, foot
flat on the floor. I tried to keep my focus on what I was doing, but her butt
rounded out when she did it and it looked amazing.  
  
She moved us back into an upright position again before directing me to follow
her lead while correcting my form over her shoulder. I could tell she was
getting more relaxed as we continued on. We did three or four positions
standing up before returning to the mats. "Okay," she sighed, "These last
couple will help us cool down, but we have to face each other." Her eyebrows
were up as if she was looking for a response from me.  
  
"Okay."  
  
"Okay, give me your hands." I held them out and she took them. She spread her
legs out wide to the side, keeping them flat on the purple mat, which was
parallel to, and touching, my green one. I tried not to look, but I couldn't
help it. I got a quick snapshot of her spread open before me, the pink of her
lips splayed open, surrounded by sparse brown hair. I looked up at her eyes
and noted she was smiling. "See what you wanted?" she asked.  
  
"Sorry."  
  
She shrugged. "Your turn. Spread 'em. You need to put the soles of your feet
on my calves and keep your legs straight." I cleared my throat and uncrossed
my legs nervously, knowing that this would be the most exposed I had ever been
with her. I did as she said and felt the stretch in my inner thighs slightly,
the same stretch I had been feeling in various parts of my body this whole
time.  
  
"Lean back just a little, pulling me forward until I tell you to stop, okay?"
I nodded and leaned back as she asked, slowly reclining a little more until
she told me to stop. I stayed like that for a few seconds and then she
directed me to sit up straight and she would lean back. I became more excited
as my face got closer to Leah's body and soon enough I was hovering about a
foot over her mound. I could smell her and it was intoxicating. With my head
hanging low I knew she couldn't see my face and I took the opportunity to
notice the full pink lips of her pussy and the sheen of either excitement or
exertion, and the musty scent accompanying it. I began to grow, just a little,
but enough.  
  
Leah smiled at me, looking down. "I told you you'd like naked yoga."  
  
"What?" I smiled. "I can't help it."  
  
"I get it," she said, letting go of my hands, "So it's cool."  
  
My opinion of yoga had changed. Let me tell you it was not as easy as it
sounded. Part of it was that this yoga stuff was harder than I imagined.
Fortunately I already have good core strength and decent balance, but it still
took a lot of effort. If it weren't for Leah encouraging me and sometimes
holding me up, I wouldn't have made it through the first session.  
  
The other part was even more difficult: looking at her naked while we were
stretched out together, touching and pulling on each other. Fortunately my
focus on the exercises helped me deflate for the most part, but I was still
sitting here doing this with a hot, naked blonde college chick.  
  
"Good job, Aaron," she smiled after our cool down. She disconnected her laptop
from the television and continued to kneel on her mat, placing her hands flat
on the floor. Her modest breasts dangled slightly, pointing at the floor.
"Tomorrow you do your own thing and we'll meet back here again the next day.
How does that sound?"  
  
"Uh, fine, I guess." I was distracted.  
  
"Good," she righted herself again. "Next time, come just like that." She
hopped up and I got a quick look at her trimmed hedge before she turned away
and picked up her laptop. I shouldn't have watched her walk out of the room,
her laptop in one hand and her clothes, including the yoga pants, in the
other. I did anyway.  
  
******  
  
The next afternoon I walked into the kitchen with my gym bag over my shoulder
after a swim. I had noticed Sara's car at the curb and saw her standing at the
counter.  
  
"Hey, Sara," I said. She smiled and walked over, giving me a hug and kiss on
the cheek.  
  
"What's going on? Looking good."  
  
"Thanks."  
  
"I smell chlorine. Must have been a swim day," she said as she walked back
over to the counter where she was making a sandwich. "Want something to eat?"
she asked.  
  
"Sure."  
  
We chatted as she made our lunches and we sat at the table. "I understand Leah
got you to do some yoga yesterday," she said, taking a bite of her sandwich.  
  
"Yeah, she talked me into it."  
  
"It's not as easy as it looks, huh?" she smiled.  
  
"No," I laughed.  
  
"I remember when Janine first invited me to her yoga class and I was like,
'How hard can it be?' It kicked my ass that first day and she laughed at me
when I complained about being sore. I learned my lesson. I love it now,
though."  
  
"I bet Jonathan loves that you do yoga, too," I said with a wink.  
  
She rolled her eyes. "Jonathan's a dick," she huffed. "He just wants to get
his. He expects me to perform like a porn star instead of making love to me
and helping me get off."  
  
"Oh. Sorry. I didn't—"  
  
"No, it's cool," she shrugged. "I know. I don't see it lasting with him
anyway. He doesn't seem to learn anything, doesn't want to invest in our
relationship in any meaningful way, you know?" She just shook her head and ate
another chip.  
  
"That sucks."  
  
She just shrugged and changed the subject. We talked about school and work and
other stuff, just catching up. Leah came through the front door and dropped
her bag on the couch. "Hey, sis!" she called.  
  
"In here!" answered Sara.  
  
Leah came into the kitchen and greeted us both before opening the fridge and
pulling out a sports drink. She kissed Sara on the cheek and sat on my knee.
"What's up?"  
  
"Nothing. Just talking to Aaron. Mom and Dad made me promise to check on you a
few times while they're gone, because apparently they still can't trust you to
stay out of trouble."  
  
"Oh, that's right," Leah rebutted, "They still don't know about your escapes
late at night to go see boyfriend-of-the-week all those years."  
  
"And they're never going to know about it," our sister warned. Leah just
shrugged while looking at the ceiling innocently before taking a pull from her
drink.  
  
"So, how long are you staying?" I asked.  
  
"I haven't decided if I'm spending the night yet. I don't have any big plans
for tomorrow, but I'm meeting some of the girls for dinner tonight and I'll
decide then."  
  
Leah just nodded. "Cool."  
  
"So, I was just talking to Aaron here about your yoga experiment. How'd he
do?"  
  
Leah busted up laughing and clapped her hands. "You should have seen him in my
yoga pants! It was awesome!"  
  
"What?" Sara laughed. "What were you doing in her yoga pants?"  
  
"In my defense, she told me I could wear them," I said, straight-faced.  
  
"You should have seen him trying to dig them out of his ass," Leah laughed.
She stood up and started digging out a wedgie, standing on her toes, her back
arched and face scrunched up.  
  
She had Sara and I both cracking up. Finally Sara asked, "How did they do
during yoga?"  
  
Leah was still smiling, but said, "Oh, I didn't make him wear them for yoga.
That would have just been cruel."  
  
"Well, that's good," she laughed.  
  
Leah hopped up on the counter and peeled a banana from the selection of fruit,
eating it as we finished our lunch and talked.  
  
At about 6 o'clock, Sara headed out to meet her friends and Leah jumped over
the back of the couch, landing next to me as I watched television. I just
laughed and shook my head.  
  
"Just us," she said.  
  
"Yep."  
  
"So how are you feeling after yoga yesterday?" she asked with a smile. "Sore
at all?"  
  
"Not really, no. I mean, I'm already in shape, so that helps, but it was
definitely a good workout."  
  
"I'm glad you think so. Excited about tomorrow?"  

"I guess, kind of."  
  
"I am!" she laughed. "Hell, I'm still excited from yesterday."  
  
"What? What do you mean?"  
  
"You know."  
  
"No," I said, confused, "I really don't."  
  
"Well, exercise gets me. . . you know. . . excited," she hinted, raising her
eyebrow.  
  
I shook my head, still not quite sure what she meant. After I exercise, I'm
usually pumped up and feel good, but I wouldn't call it "excited."  
  
"Horny," she blurted in exasperation. "Exercise makes me horny. And yoga is
one of the worst. Being naked doesn't help."  
  
"Oh. Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't know."  
  
"It's cool." She fiddled with her drawstring on her shorts, nervously looking
at her hands.  
  
I cleared my throat. "Well," I said hesitantly, "Obviously I was excited
during yoga, too. But I don't think it was the yoga."  
  
"Yeah, I picked up on that," she smiled, quickly glancing at my groin. "Did
you. . . you know. . . afterward?"  
  
"Oh." I blushed and nodded.  
  
"Me, too," she blushed. "Did it help?"  
  
I shrugged.  
  
"Me, neither," she smiled bashfully.  
  
We sat in silence for a minute. I hesitated to ask, but did anyway. "When
you're. . . horny like that, have you ever just called someone for a hook-up?"  
  
"Nah. Hook-ups aren't my thing. If I have a boyfriend, I've definitely called
to get him to help out, but when I'm single like I am now, I have to use Lefty
Lucy," she said, holding her hand up and wiggling her fingers.  
  
I laughed at the name she had given her hand. "I thought you were right
handed."  
  
"I am," she shrugged, "but I couldn't think of a good name for her," she said,
looking apologetically at her right hand as she turned it over quickly.
"Either way, using my own hand isn't nearly as good as being with someone
else. Even it was just someone else's hand."  
  
I thought for a moment. Dare I ask? "What if. . . What if we helped each other
out?"  
  
She looked at me sideways. "What?"  
  
"I mean, I know I'm your brother, but we did do naked yoga together, and we
touched while we did it, and we both got excited from it, so what if I helped
you. . . you know, relieve some tension, and you could help me?"  
  
"You mean, you want me to jerk you off and you want to finger bang me?" she
smiled a crooked smile.  
  
I shrugged. "Just asking. It's cool if you don't. We can just forget it."  
  
"You wouldn't go bragging to your friends about it?"  
  
"God, no! That's all I need is to be known as the dude who fingers his
sister!"  
  
"No good?" she laughed.  
  
"Oh, I can hear it now: 'Was she as tight as I remember?' and 'How does she
compare with your mom?' Fuck that noise!"  
  
She was laughing heartily at me by this point. Oddly enough, she hadn't called
me sick or shut me down completely. If I had to, I could jerk off any time,
but like she said, having someone else do it is always better.  
  
"So, how would we do this?"  
  
"I'm sorry?" I asked.  
  
"I mean, would you just whip it out and ask me to start stroking it, or what?
Because I need some warm-up time. It's a whole experience for me, even when
I'm alone."  
  
"I don't know. I haven't thought that far ahead."  
  
"It's just that, if we're going to do this, it has to be effective, right. I
mean if you're going to do this to relieve some sexual tension, then you can't
just lube up and jam a finger in me. That's like going to the gynecologist.
Not a turn-on. At all."  
  
"Okay. How about we just let the other person give us some direction, then?"  
  
"And you're not going to tell anyone?"  
  
"No. You?"  
  
"No."  
  
"So, we're doing this?" I asked with a little bit of a smile.  
  
"Sure," she chirped. "Let's go for it."  
  
I nodded with a mix of relief and excitement. I looked around the room,
searching for. . . hell, I don't know. I guess I just expected a massage table
with oils and toys to rise up from the floor or something. "Where should we,
uh. . ."  
  
Leah shrugged with a nervous smile, rubbing her thighs with the palms of her
hands. "I don't know. I hadn't really thought about it." After a moment she
said, "OH! Why don't we get undressed like we did for yoga and do it
downstairs?"  
  
"Yeah, okay," I shrugged. "What are we going to need?"  
  
"Just our mats and a couple of towels, I guess. I'll get the towels. You go on
down and unroll the mats."  
  
We both stood together and she jogged up the stair while I tried to act chill
as I descended the steps to the basement lounge. I didn't have butterflies in
my stomach; I had full-on bald eagles fighting in there! I was nervous as
hell, but super excited. My erection was a full-on steel girder as I unrolled
the mats and knelt to place them. Should I put on some music? I thought. What
the hell?! This isn't a date. It's not like I have to set the mood. I'm with
my sister and we're just helping each other relieve a little tension so we can
relax.  
  
Just then I heard Leah bounce down the stairs and do a u-turn around the wall
to bounce down the basement stairs as well. As soon as she rounded the corner
I saw her with two of the big fluffy bath towels we usually fought over (I
always lost), and a bottle of baby oil.  
  
"Good thinking," I said, referring to the oil.  
  
"What? Oh. This?" she asked, lifting the bottle. "Yeah, it didn't really occur
to me that we don't want to do this dry." She blushed a little as she said,
"Besides, like I said, I need to be warmed up a little before we get to. . .
that." She looked away as she said "that." My sister looked cute when she was
nervous. "I was thinking that maybe you should, you know, do me first because
when a guy. . . finishes, he's usually tired."  
  
I nodded with a smile. "You might be right." I cleared my throat and nervously
declared, "I, uh, I have a feeling this is going to be a good one."  
  
She just smiled and bit her bottom lip. She walked over and set the towels and
oil on the coffee table. I picked up a towel and laid it over her mat. "Thank
you," she smiled. "Do you care how I wear my hair?"  
  
"Why would I care about that?" I asked.  
  
"Because I can leave it up or I can let it down. Whichever you prefer." She
looked like a girl asking for a compliment, nervously waiting for an answer.  
  
"Let it out," I smiled.  
  
She returned my smile and reached up to release her ponytail. She fluffed her
hair with her hand and the full blond locks cascaded around her face and over
her shoulders. She raised her eyebrows with a smile and I smiled with a nod in
return.  
  
"How do you want me?" she asked, looking at her mat.  
  
"Whatever's going to be most comfortable."  
  
"Would you strip with me?" she asked. "That way it won't feel so awkward. This
is weird enough as it is."  
  
I laughed, acknowledging that it certainly was unusual, and then pulled my
shirt off to get us started. As I stood back up from pushing my shorts down, I
saw that Leah had already removed her shirt and was pushing her shorts down.
Her breasts jiggled lightly with her movement, and when she stood back up, she
said, "Caught ya," with a smile.  
  
I didn't say anything, but just knelt on my mat, which was beside hers. I
fully expected her to lie on her back and let me get to work, but she lay on
her stomach and turned her face toward me. "If you stroke my back a little, it
lets me relax into it. Is that okay?"  
  
"Whatever you need," I smiled.  
  
"Oil?"  
  
I reached for the oil and my sister closed her eyes, awaiting my touch. Her
breathing was steady and I took the opportunity as I oiled my hands, to notice
her back, but also butt and legs. Her little butt was round and her hips
flared a little, her legs were long, but not overly thin, and toned. I placed
my hands gently on her back and she took in a sharp breath at my first
contact, but immediately relaxed again.  
  
My oiled hands glided smoothly across her back and I spent a few minutes
stroking up and down her back, from her shoulders to the swell that
transitioned to her butt. I didn't touch her butt yet, but I also wasn't
planning to give her a full body massage. This was just warm-up to help her
achieve sexual release. "How's that?" I asked quietly.  
  
"Really good," she sighed.  
  
"Lower?"  
  
"Mm-hmm," she nodded.  
  
I applied a little more oil and moved over her globes, one hand on each cheek.
She sighed again, only this time it trailed to a moan. As I hovered over her,
I could smell her excitement. I began to squeeze her ass gently and
rhythmically as I stroked over them in circles. Little moans began to escape
her lungs as I worked and her hips would shift. Her muscles would clench as
she subtly drover her hips into the mat, or they would lift, just a little, as
I approached the bottom of her cheeks.  
  
I smiled to myself, thoroughly enjoying the exploration and, admittedly, the
pleasure I was creating in a woman. I've always loved that. As her hips rolled
and as my hands caressed her back and ass, I began moving lower and toward the
middle. Her moans and motions became more insistent, and it emboldened me to
progress more quickly toward the goal. I pressed my fingertips toward her
pussy and she gasped audibly, lifting her hips to allow me better access.  
  
"You're wet already, I see," I told her quietly.  
  
"Mm-hmm," she nodded against the arm where her cheek rested.  
  
I kept one hand where it was, in the crease where her ass and thigh met, and I
slid the fingertips of the other hand down through her lips.  
  
"Oh, god," she whined a little above a whisper.  
  
"I need you to tell me what you want, okay?" My voice was still quiet as I
spoke. She nodded, never opening her eyes. I continued to stroke my fingertips
along the split of her labia, grazing steadily from her perineum to her
clitoris. She whined and moaned and rolled and gasped almost constantly, but
she never spoke. "Do you want to roll over?"  
  
"No," she whispered. She hesitated for just a moment and then pushed herself
back so that she was on her knees, but she had spread them apart. She rested
her cheek on her forearms again, as they where crossed under her head.  
  
My response was involuntary. "Damn," I muttered. She looked fucking amazing!
Head down, ass up.  
  
"Is this okay?" she asked. "I'm more responsive this way."  
  
"Yeah, it's. . . it's fine. Good. I mean, if that's what you want."  
  
"Can you rub my clit and put a finger in me?"  
  
I swallowed hard and nodded, knowing that she probably didn't see me. I
reached under her with my left hand and found her clit and began circling it,
much to her delight. My hip was up against her hip and I was facing her feet,
looking straight down into her beautiful pink asshole, splayed pussy, and
tanned ass and legs. My erection bumped the side of her hip where it met her
thigh, and I looked down. I turned a little so that part of me wasn't touching
her and noticed a silver strand of my pre-cum connecting her hip and my
cockhead. It was thin and it snapped as I pulled away. Still I continued to
stroke her and the middle finger of my right hand entered her moist heat. It
felt delicious and my imagination immediately went to what this would feel
like around my dick.  
  
I continued to thrust into her and soon she began to press back against my
hand in time with my thrusting. "Add another one," she whined. I did. Now my
middle and ring fingers entered and re-entered her most sacred place while my
sister groaned her approval. I would be lying if I said I saw this as strictly
"clinical", a way to help my sister relieve the tension that the flood of
endorphins and hormones caused through exercise. I wanted so much to bend over
and run my tongue along several parts of her body. After I would do that, I
would settle in behind her and graze her labia with my throbbing, dripping
head before pressing into her until I was as far as I could go.  
  
"Oh, god!" she whined, her hips thrusting back against my hand. I had
inadvertently increased my speed while I daydreamed and she was working with
me to move herself along. "Faster," she demanded. I went faster. My shoulder
and forearm were beginning to burn from the increased effort, but I didn't
dare quit or even slow down.  
  
"DAMMIT!" she cried lurching forward off my hand and collapsing onto her
stomach as her body spasmed. She had reached under herself, landing on her
arm, and her own hand was rubbing quickly across her clit. Her hips thrust
against her hand and her legs shook, her toes pointed straight out behind her.
She wailed a single, long cry as her body shook. I enjoyed watching her in
this most intimate of times. Her forehead "rested" on her forearm and she had
the towel clenched in her teeth as she came. Her ass muscles were tense as the
orgasm wracked her body.  
  
It ended as quickly as it had begun. Leah lay there, face down on her towel,
panting heavily, her eyes closed as if she were drifting off to sleep. After a
minute, however, a smile grew on her face and her eyes opened, making her look
as if she were just waking from a nap.  
  
"Holy crap, Aaron," she smiled, looking up at me, "That was amazing. MUCH
better than my own hand."  
  
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I smiled. I stood and walked to the small
refrigerator in the corner and pulled out a margarita wine cooler. They
weren't our favorite, but Mom and Dad always kept some around for nostalgic
reasons from their college and dating days, but were cool with us having them,
too, sparingly.  
  
As I walked over, Leah sat up and hugged her knees to her chest, her ankles
crossed. She accepted the bottle, which I had already opened, and thanked me.
Her face was covered in a sheen of sweat, and I noticed as I looked, that her
entire front was slick, as well. She saw me looking and looked down at
herself, smiling. She extended her legs out in front of her, crossing her
ankles again and rested on one arm extended slightly behind her. "I guess
there's nothing to hide after that, huh?" she asked.  
  
"Not really, no." Her little nipples were rock hard. "You, uh, you want to go
for another one?"  
  
She looked at her bottle as she asked, "Are you that anxious to get your
fingers back inside me?" she asked with a smirk.  
  
"I'm just trying to make sure you're satisfied."  
  
"Uh huh."  
  
"What? I am!"  
  
"No, I believe you," she countered unconvincingly.  
  
"Well, you're not the only one in need, here."  
  
"I can see that." She took a sip from her bottle and set it on the coffee
table. She stood and said, "Let's take care of your little problem and go from
there." She pulled two sofa cushions off the couch and set them up in front of
it so I could lean on them comfortably while still sitting on the yoga mat on
the floor. She unfolded the other towel and laid it out flat on my mat. Before
I could sit down, however, she told me to wait, and she sat down on the mat,
right up against cushions and leaned back on them. "Get the oil."  
  
After grabbing the oil, I watched her spread her legs and pat the towel
between her thighs. I raised my eyebrows and she nodded, "Have a seat." When I
sat down, she laughed. "Don't be shy," she said. "Scoot back nice and close. I
scooted back as far as I could, my ass and lower back pressed up against her.
She pulled back on my shoulders and I leaned back against her. This was nice.
"There. Isn't that better?" she whispered in my ear.  
  
I swallowed hard and nodded. I watched as her arms reached around either side
of my chest, one hand pouring oil into the other before the hand with the
bottle disappeared and came back empty. She rubbed her hands together and
began stroking over my chest and stomach and up and down my arms. Her touch
was light and smooth and she was very deliberate with her movements. I could
hear her breath quietly escape her nostrils by my right ear and tickle at my
ear and cheek.  
  
I was at full mast, again dripping from our time together. Her hands coasted
over my chest and stomach, paying less and less attention to my chest. Soon
enough her right hand disappeared again and she returned it with the baby oil
bottle. She poured a little onto the head of my swollen prick and her left
hand smeared it around while she set the bottle to the side again.
Immediately, jolts of electricity shot back to my anus, causing me to jump and
for my rear end to clench up. Her right hand joined her left and she coated my
shaft and balls, gently stroking over me.  
  
This was unbelievable. I'd had handjobs before, but no one really invested in
it like this; there was no buildup like what Leah was doing. She slid both
hands down my shaft and ran her fingers through the curls of my pubic hair,
scratching lightly at me before her palms again cruised over my stomach and
chest. I heard her moan lightly as she rubbed my stomach before sliding her
hands back down, wrapping one around my shaft and the other cupping and
massaging my balls.  
  
"What do you want me to do?" she asked quietly.  
  
"Damn, Leah. You're already doing everything right." I didn't even open my
eyes.  
  
She whispered in my ear. "Do you want me to keep playing? Or are you ready to
come?"  
  
"I'm ready whenever you are."  
  
"If I make you come now, it won't be as good as if I draw it out."  
  
She was right, I knew. "Doing you first worked me up enough that I think it's
already going to be pretty huge."  
  
"Really?" she sighed, squeezing my cock around the base.  
  
"OH!" I grunted. "Yeah."  
  
"You liked making me come?"  
  
"Definitely."  
  
"I liked it, too," she breathed, loosely stroking me. "Do you want to do it
again?"  
  
I whispered, "Yes."  
  
"Right now?"  
  
I nodded.  
  
"We can do that. Doing this for you has kept me revved up."  
  
"Can I just do it with you sitting right there? I want. . . I want to see your
face and body when you come."  
  
"If that's what you want." Her voice was raspy now.  
  
I turned around to look her in the eye. "That's what I want."  
  
She bit her bottom lip and smiled a sexy little smile. I felt a mix of relief
and excitement. I turned around and backed up before pulling the other mat
over next to hers. I didn't want to sit directly between her legs because that
would make for an uncomfortable reach, but rather felt it better to sit next
to her and reach across myself.  
  
My sister sighed and dropped her head back onto the couch cushion when my hand
rested on her thigh. I dragged my fingers up over her hip and across to her
belly button, circling it and causing her to giggle, before pushing my hand
down to her sparse, trimmed bush. She was wet enough that I didn't feel the
need to waste any time in building her up, and I continued down further so
that my index and middle fingers were on one side of her slit and the ring and
pinky fingers were on the other. She cooed at my touch and I pressed my
fingers together, capturing her lips between my middle and ring fingers before
pulling my hand away and stretching her labia.  
  
"Shit," she breathed. "This won't take long."  
  
I smiled to myself and looking at her face to see her reaction, I cupped her
mound and rotated my ring and middle fingers around her vaginal opening,
massaging the entrance. She moaned and her stomach flinched. Keeping my palm
flat against her clitoris, I pressed my fingers into her. "Fffuu-!" she
breathed, gripping the towel with one hand and my thigh with the other. She
had a death grip on me as she gasped and groaned while I worked my hand
steadily on her. I still held my palm flat and my fingers buried, but I would
press my hand downward, palm firmly against her, and bury my fingers; I
smoothly reversed, pulling my hand back up, which withdrew my fingers.  
  
Leah was clearly in heaven and her body convulsed in tiny little spasms, which
caused her modest breasts to bounce. Her nipples danced invitingly, and I
couldn't help myself. I quickly latched my mouth onto her nipple, bringing a
cursing squeal from her. I felt her jerk her head up, but I couldn't see it.
Rather than pushing me off or yelling at me, which I kind of expected
actually, she reached up and pinched her other nipple while also gripping my
cock.  
  
"Suck it, Aaron!" she demanded. "Lick my nipple 'til I come!"  
  
Her juices were flowing over my palm and fingers. My index finger and pinky
stroked her vulva as my two middle fingers thrust into her, my palm stroked
her clit and lips, and my mouth worked her nipple. This all proved to be too
much for her and she quickly clamped onto my fingers and stiffened up.  

Even though her strokes became short and sporadic, her hand was still covered
in oil, her body was covered in oil, I had a nipple in my mouth, and I was too
far gone to hold back.  
  
"Here it comes!" I cried, lifting my head from her tit.  
  
She looked down at the cock she was now quickly stroking and breathed, "Oh,
yeah, come for me."  
  
I couldn't help but cry out as one of the most intense orgasms of my life tore
through me! I could barely hear Leah coo her encouragement, but when I was
finally able to open my eyes, she was looking at me with a smile, the corner
of her bottom lip between her bared teeth. She was still pulling slowly,
making sure she got it all.  
  
I was wiped out and dropped my forehead on her shoulder. She turned her face
and kissed me on the top of my head. "Thank you," she whispered. "That was
amazing."  
  
I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. I lifted my head and noticed she
was looking down at herself. My eyes went wide when I looked down with her.
Her torso was covered in cum. Not only was she slick with oil and sweat, but
she had several streaks of my semen across her chest and stomach, a small
puddle on her hip, and the webbing between her thumb and forefinger was loaded
with the last bit that she had squeezed out of me, which had apparently rolled
down onto her hand.  
  
"I'm sorry. That's a huge mess."  
  
"Don't apologize!" she said. "That means I did good! Besides," she said more
quietly, looking me in the eyes, "I like making a man come that much. I think
it's hot."  
  
I smiled, but also blushed a little. It appeared the experiment was over and
reality was starting to set in. "I'd better get cleaned up."  
  
"Yeah, me, too."  
  
I got up off my towel and knelt onto the mat again, draping my towel over her
body. I used the corner to clean her hand and wiped myself off while she used
the main section of the towel to wipe herself down.  
  
She stood and balled the towel and walked over to the refrigerator. She
brought me a cooler like I had done for her earlier, while I rolled up the
yoga mats. She put the cushions back on the couch and smiled at me. "You wanna
watch a movie?" she asked.  
  
"Sure."  
  
Instead of going upstairs, we watched one of our favorites on the big screen
in the lounge, trying to find some semblance of normality after what could
only be considered an inappropriate sibling experience. By the end of the
movie, each of us with another cooler, some popcorn and Twizzlers in us, we
were pretty much back to our old selves.  
  
As I ascended the stairs to my room, following behind Leah, I couldn't help
but notice her ass again. Those lounge pants might as well have been
nonexistent. I had seen that butt and touched it. And I loved every second.  
  
"Night, Aaron," said Leah as I walked past to my own room. I stopped and
turned.  
  
"Good night."  
  
She hesitated a moment. "Thanks again," she said, almost shyly.  
  
"My pleasure," I smiled. "And thank you."  
  
She smiled and nodded before turning and closing her door behind her.  
  
As I turned to go to my room, her door opened again and she quickly reminded
me, "Yoga day tomorrow. 8:30." Again her door quickly closed.  
  
I smiled. Tomorrow was yoga day.  
  
******  
  
I looked out the window of my room to make sure, and to my relief, Sara's car
was not in the driveway or at the curb. She had apparently gone home after
Leah and I went to bed, and after returning from her evening with her friends.
I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, then put on some of my running
shorts, not bothering with a shirt.  
  
As I entered the kitchen to grab some breakfast, a mixture of nervousness and
excitement stirred my gut. Leah turned to see me and smiled around her straw,
sipping the fruit smoothie she had made. "Help yourself," she said, pointing
her cup at the counter. I picked up the blender pitcher and poured the
yellowish green blend into the cup.  
  
I held it up and examined it, not quite sure what to think.  
  
"Pineapple, orange, banana, and kale," she offered.  
  
"Pretty good," I said after taking a sip. "Thank you."  
  
I sat down across from her at the table and she said, "Still feel all right?"  
  
"I feel great. You?"  
  
"Slept like a baby," she smiled.  
  
"So we're still okay?" I asked. She nodded with wide eyes. "Good. I thought
maybe things might be. . . you know."  
  
"Nope. I'm good."  
  
"Whew!" I said, wiping the back of my hand across my forehead with an
exaggerated flourish, flinging the imagined sweat to the floor. Leah just
laughed, making me laugh.  
  
We talked for a few minutes as we finished our smoothies before I followed her
down the stairs as she talked. "New positions today, along with some of the
same ones we did yesterday. I want you to really push yourself, okay? Don't
hold back. I'll keep an eye on you."  
  
"Yeah, okay."  
  
Her laptop was already set up and the television had a logo bouncing randomly
around the screen, letting me know that she had set everything up a while ago.
She pressed a button on the remote and a beautiful couple was frozen on screen
in what I could only assume was a more advanced yoga position.  
  
Without hesitation, Leah pulled her tank top over her head, looking at me with
a smile. I smiled back and pushed my shorts down as she did the same, once
again both of us comfortably naked.  
  
"I guess I didn't do as good a job as I thought last night," she smiled. I
looked down and confirmed what I had already known: I was hard again.  
  
"Nope, that's not it. Try again."  
  
"Morning wood?"  
  
I shook my head.  
  
She simply gestured to herself by running her hands quickly from her shoulders
to her hips like a model showcasing a car on a game show. Her eyebrows were
raised questioningly as she did it, as if looking for confirmation.  
  
I nodded with a smile.  
  
"Even better," she said. She surprised me next by touching herself between her
legs and extending her hand to show me her wet fingers. I could only smile in
response. "Shall we?" she asked, motioning to the mats.  
  
"Let's."  
  
We began the same as we had the last time, back to back, and repeated many of
the same poses. This time, however, she had me sit across from her and sit
closer, draping my legs over hers so that the backs of my knees rested on her
upper thighs near her hips. She then prompted me to lean forward and lower my
head. She pushed gently on my back until I told her I could feel the stretch.
My neck and back were stretched in this position and the top of my head was
against her body, just beneath her breasts. I could see and smell her flowered
pussy, which of course did nothing to reduce my erection.  
  
After a short time, she directed me to do the same to her, so I removed my
legs and she took the top position. As she tucked her head and bent down, I
knew what she could see, but I also knew I had an obstruction that she didn't
have. What I did NOT know, however, was just how flexible she was. As I
pressed down on her upper back, I kept waiting for her to tell me to stop, but
she kept sinking lower and lower. She began laughing, so I stopped, but then I
felt her hand grip my shaft and press it down until it was sticking out
instead of up. "Okay," she giggled, "Keep going." She was able to go a couple
more inches.  
  
A short time later I let her up and she let go, my erection smacking against
my stomach. She laughed again, drawing a snicker out of me before she stood
and helped me to my feet. "Okay, we're going to do a couple of the standing
poses we did last time and then a couple of new ones." She prompted me to
stand behind her and to press on her back as she spread her legs and, keeping
her legs and back straight, began bending forward. I pressed, fully aware of
my proximity to her ass and pussy.  
  
This was uncomfortably exciting. When I say that, I don't mean I was so
excited it hurt, but rather, I knew that standing directly behind my naked
sister, who was excited, and being naked and excited myself, the natural thing
to do would be to drive myself into her. Too much, I thought, shaking my head
to clear the thought. I tried instead to focus on the yoga. Besides, if last
night was any indication, then she would be happy to relieve me afterward, and
I knew I was more than willing to relieve her. No need to get excessively
inappropriate.  
  
"Whoa!! What the hell?!" Leah jerked herself up and stepped away in a flash.
"What the fuck is this?!" Sara's face was red and she was clearly pissed. She
took two steps toward me and shoved me hard in the chest, forcing me to
collapse onto the sofa behind me.  
  
"Sara!" Leah called as our sister pushed her away, more gently than she did to
me, to keep some distance between us. "Wait!"  
  
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Aaron?!" she yelled, turning her attention
back to me. Leah was still calling her name and gripping at her arm, trying to
keep her back and turn her around so she could talk, but Sara's rage was
burning against me. Her eyes were filled with hate-tears and she was seething.
"How the hell could you do this?!"  
  
"SARA! STOP!!" Leah cried.  
  
Sara jerked her arm away and as I stood, saying, "I can expl—"  
  
SMACK!!  
  
My face stung and things went blurry as I landed on the couch again.  
  
"SARA!!" Leah finally gathered all her strength to yank our sister away from
me and practically landed on me, covering my body with her own as she sat on
the couch in front of me. "STOP IT!" She turned to me, but I could barely see
her. I was still stunned and dazed, probably a mix of the shock of the moment
and the impact from my big sister's palm against my jaw. "Aaron, are you okay?
Aaron?" I could hear the worry and fear in her voice.  
  
"Yeah," I croaked. "I think so."  
  
"Can you sit up?"  
  
"Yeah." She helped me up to a sitting position and pulled the blanket from the
back of the couch, quickly draping it over my midsection.  
  
She stood up and pointed to Sara. "Don't move!" I looked at Sara and she was
standing with arms crossed, shooting daggers at me with her eyes. Leah was at
the wet bar running water over a small towel. She folded it as she walked back
over and pressed it gently against my cheek. I held it there, nodding in
appreciation and Leah stood and pulled on her shorts and tank top again.  
  
"What's this all about?!" Sara asked coldly.  
  
"Sit down," Leah answered.  
  
"I don't want to—"  
  
"SIT!" she yelled, pointing at the chair behind Sara. Sara jumped, surprised
at Leah's demeanor, I guess, and sat in the chair, still leaning forward, her
elbows on her knees.  
  
Leah sat down next to me and sighed before trying to explain how things had
unfurled between us. Sara asked questions, harshly at first, but soon enough
she appeared to really try to understand. Leah didn't tell her about our time
together last night after Sara had left, and I wasn't going to mention it
until Leah was willing to share that. We were already potentially in hot water
and I didn't want to guarantee it.  
  
I mostly listened as Sara and Leah talked. I found out more about both of them
than I would have expected. Leah wasn't defensive, but did begin to express
more about her recent relationship failures and a couple of the jerks she had
dated. Sara began to share a little in understanding, finding a common ground
I think. As for me, I took it all in, listening, soaking, trying to
understand.  
  
Eventually, Sara turned to look at me. "I'm sorry I hit you," she said. She
took a deep breath and continued. "I just saw you both naked and it looked to
me like you were taking advantage of her. I overreacted. I should have known
better, but I was just so shocked to see that, you know? So, I'm sorry. Please
forgive me."  
  
"Of course," I smiled. "Nothing to forgive." I stroked my cheek. "That said,
you want to kiss it and make it better?"  
  
She just smiled and walked over before bending forward to kiss me on the cheek
she had slapped. "Better?" she asked.  
  
"Getting there," I smiled. She stood and smiled back.  
  
"Hey, I thought you had gone back home last night," Leah said. "Your car was
gone and you didn't come in last night."  
  
"No, I did, but it was really late and you guys were already in bed. I got up
early and went to get some things done, but I'm leaving in a little while. I
got us some bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches from Louie's. I thought it might
be a nice breakfast. They're probably cold now," she shrugged.  
  
"That's cool," I said, standing up. "I can just toss 'em in the toaster oven
for a couple of minutes.  
  
Leah just started laughing and Sara looked away, trying not to smile. I had
forgotten I was naked under the blanket and when I stood up, it fell to the
floor. I laughed and quickly covered myself. Leah tossed me my shorts and I
quickly pulled them on, apologizing to the ladies. I led the way to the
kitchen and we talked and laughed while waiting for the sandwiches to warm,
and eating together.  
  
After a period of silence, Sara finally asked, "So. . . you two haven't done
anything, right?"  
  
Leah and I briefly looked at each other.  
  
"Oh, shit, you have!"  
  
"Come on, Sara, it's not like that," defended Leah.  
  
"What do you mean?" she asked, suspicious.  
  
"We just. . . touched a little," I answered. Leah looked at me, but didn't
give any indication as to how she felt about me saying it.  
  
"What do you mean, 'touched a little'?"  
  
"I told Leah that the yoga made me a little horny and that whacking it didn't
really help that much. She said that someone else's hand is always better than
your own, and then we decided to try and help each other out. We just. . .
masturbated. . .each other. That's it, I swear."  
  
"That's enough!" she said.  
  
"Come on, Sara, you weren't here," Leah answered. "And neither of us is dating
anyone. We were both pretty worked up, not just from yoga, but from just
general stuff anyway, and not having sexual release, we didn't see the harm in
lending a hand. We talked about it for a while beforehand. It's no big deal."  
  
"You're brother and sister!"  
  
"We know!" I defended. "Listen, Sara, you said yourself that Jonathan isn't
interested in taking care of you, so you know what it's like to have to take
care of yourself, right?" She shrugged before nodding in response. "And you
know the difference between doing it yourself and having someone else do it
for you. That's all it was."  
  
Sara looked between the two of us and Leah nodded, eyebrows raised.  
  
"I don't know."  
  
"You want in on it?" Sara and I both looked at Leah wide-eyed, disbelieving
her offer.  
  
"What?" Sara cried, half laughing. "I don't think so!"  
  
"Why not?"  
  
"Leah, you're my brother and sister! This is way out there in left field.
Besides," she shrugged, "I have a boyfriend and this would be like cheating."  
  
"So it's more about the cheating than the fact that we're related."  
  
"You're putting words in my mouth."  
  
"It's not as weird as you would think," I said. "We thought the same thing at
first, but once it started, it was just. . . nice."  
  
"Yeah, I don't think so."  
  
"Tell you what, Aaron and I will get undressed while you think about it; then
you can get used to the idea of us being naked. And if you want to do it, you
don't even have to get undressed. We can just reach under your shorts."  
  
"We?" I asked.  
  
"What? I want her to be comfortable." She looked at Sara. "If it'd make you
more comfortable, I can do it for you. Aaron won't even have to touch you."  
  
I was blown away once again.  
  
"What? No. I'm not into girls. Thanks, though."  
  
"Then I'll do it. And you can even imagine it's Jonathan. Like he's making an
effort, trying to please you. You can even call me Jonathan if you want. I'm
cool."  
  
She seemed to be considering it, looking back and forth at Leah, then at me. A
little more than about a minute later, Leah simply stood up and took off her
shirt before pushing her shorts down and dropping them both on the kitchen
table. Knowing what she was expecting, I stood and removed my shorts and
dropped them beside Leah's.  
  
I could tell Sara was trying not to look, but her curiosity apparently got the
best of her. I kind of liked being looked at, appreciated. Leah was now
shameless. She actually reached over and took hold of me, stroking me gently,
bringing me to full mast in front of our older sister. I mirrored her actions,
reaching over to run my hand along her labia.  
  
"See?" Leah said. "We're just helping each other relieve a little tension. And
we want you to join us. Let us help you out."  
  
Sara still looked suspicious, even though she seemed to be tempted as she
watched.  
  
"I don't have to touch either of you, right?"  
  
"Nope. This will be us helping you."  
  
"And no one's going to find out?" She licked her lips.  
  
"Promise. Not a word."  
  
"Who's going to do it?"  
  
"Who do you want?"  
  
She shrugged shyly.  
  
"You want both of us?" Leah asked quietly, as if trying to soothe a child.  
  
Sara looked up at Leah's face. Leah and I were still touching, stroking. After
a moment she nodded. Leah smiled.  
  
"Do you want to get undressed first?"  
  
"I don't think so." She sounded uncertain.  
  
"Underwear, then?"  
  
Again a pause. "I guess that would be all right."  
  
"Let's move back down to the basement," Leah suggested, letting go of me. Sara
stood and began putting the dishes in the sink. "Aaron, go get us some towels
and the oil, please."  
  
I pulled three towels from the closet in the bathroom, and grabbed the bottle
of oil we used last night. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was
excited to see Sara's body, even in underwear. Her curves and fuller breasts
and hips were exciting. The contrast between her body and Leah's was going to
bring a new level of excitement to this, but I had to maintain control and
remember the purpose of this was not seduction of either of them, but just
sexual release.  
  
As I landed on the bottom steps of the basement stairs and could see into the
room, I was just in time to see Sara's hair fall back into place as she pulled
her arm out of the shirt, which now hung on her right arm. Her hourglass
figure was amazing! Her narrow waist and full hips showed her to be as
different from Leah as I had imagined she would be. Leah's thin, fit frame and
blonde hair stood in stark contrast to Sara's darker hair and fuller figure.  
  
Sara turned to me and covered her breasts with her forearms, smiling shyly.
"Um. . . hi."  
  
"Hi." I smiled and walked toward them, but moved past Sara so that she
wouldn't think I was staring. This would be awkward enough for her as it was.
Hell, it was generally awkward anyway, but Sara seemed especially skittish
compared to Leah. I handed Leah the towels and the oil. She thanked me and
asked me to lay out the mats.  
  
"Sara said that she wants to watch us first so she can still change her mind.
I told her that was okay with me. What do you think?"  
  
"That's fine, I guess," I said, looking at Sara. She looked at the floor. I
turned back to Leah. "Besides, she's already seen us." Leah nodded and we both
took our seats on the towel-covered mats. We looked over at Sara. She had
settled onto the couch in just bra and jeans, having failed to remove her
pants. That was okay, I thought.  
  
Leah looked at me. "Who first?"  
  
"Last time I did you first, remember? I can do that again if you want."  
  
She looked down. "You look ready. Doing you will get me ready." I nodded with
a smile and she caressed my chest, sliding down to my stomach and rubbing
along my body. Her touch sent tingles to all the right places, and I began to
respond. My already erect prick began to swell even more, the veins becoming
more prominent and the head becoming even more pronounced. Leah smiled at me
as her hand moved over my thatch of brown hair and encircled my shaft loosely
at the base.  
  
My sister climbed over my thighs, facing me as she straddled my knees. This
caused her lips to splay open over me, allowing me to see the moisture, which
had already gathered there. She poured the oil over my head as her other hand
began to caress me in earnest. She put the oil down on the towel beside us and
used both hands to begin working me over. Her hips began to roll, making her
soft, firm ass glide across my knees and thighs.  

I picked up the oil and coated my hands, reaching forward to stroke Leah along
her hips and thighs. She smiled at me when I reached for her, and her eyes
closed when I touched her while she continued to stroke me. I was even more
excited now, having felt the wet heat of her own arousal as she worked me
toward my release. I slipped my middle finger over her clitoris, sliding it
forward and backward from her clit to the vaginal opening. She gasped and her
hips stuttered. She rose up off my legs a little, making it easier for me to
reach her and she scooted a little bit forward.  
  
My cock, now dripping pre-cum, was less than a foot away from her spread lips.
Her hands gripped me tightly and moved freely, my fluids adding to the
slickness of the oil. My finger was now dipping into her on every pass before
gliding forward again to graze her clitoris. Her hips began to move faster,
just a little, but enough.  
  
I was surprised when her forehead landed on my chest. She had collapsed onto
me with a groan as she came on my fingers. I couldn't believe she had come
first, but she had. Not by long, however. I immediately fired off, knowing I
had made her come, which had also caused her grip to tighten, even as she
worked to stroke me to climax, even though she had lost the steady rhythm she
had been using.  
  
"Oh, wow," Sara whispered. I had forgotten she was here, I was so wrapped up
in Leah and me. I looked over to see her slack-jawed. "That was so beautiful.
I had no idea." She looked me in the eye and smiled. "I think I understand
now."  
  
Leah sat up, settling back onto me legs, still trying to catch her breath. Her
nipples were still hard, but she looked relaxed. "Oh, my god," Sara said,
covering her mouth.  
  
"What?" Leah asked, looking to our sister. "You're. . . you've got. . ." Sara
wiped her hand across her own cheek.  
  
I looked back to Leah's face and saw a streak of my semen low on her face,
right at her dimple. It was so sexy. I noticed that most of my semen had
ejected with such force that it hit her in the face, neck, and chest before
dribbling back onto my own stomach.  
  
"What?" asked Leah, touching her cheek. "Oh!" Her eyes registered her surprise
when she touched the wet streak. She smiled and shrugged when she looked down
and saw the rest of it. She started to laugh a little, causing Sara and I to
do the same. That seemed to lighten the mood a little bit.  
  
Leah used a wet bar towel to clean up both of us before she stood in front of
Sara. Leah was still naked, and so was I. "Well?" said Leah. "You still up for
this?"  
  
"I think so," Sara smiled nervously.  
  
"What did you think about watching?" asked Leah.  
  
"It was. . . beautiful."  
  
"Did it turn you on?"  
  
"A little."  
  
"Good," she smiled. "Let's get those jeans off, then." She held out her hand
and Sara took it, standing next to her sister and placing her hands on the
button of her waistband.  
  
She turned around so that her back was to us, and wiggled out of her jeans.
Her panties matched her bra, both of them being a lacy navy blue. The panties
were bikini style, high cut on the hip with narrow center strips. When she
pushed her jeans down, they grabbed her panties and they were pulled halfway
down her butt, giving a glorious view of her full, round cheeks. Leah looked
at me with raised eyebrows and I just smiled back. Sara pushed her jeans
further down and then reached back to pull up her panties so that she was
covered again.  
  
After slipping her jeans off her feet and draping them over the opposite arm
of the couch, she turned to face us. She was amazing.  
  
"You're so beautiful," Leah complimented with a smile.  
  
"Absolutely," I agreed.  
  
"Thank you. Um, where should I. . ." she looked around as if trying to decide
where to sit.  
  
Leah said, "We've only sat on the floor, on the mats. If you want the couch
with, like, one of us on each side, we can do that, but we'll need to put
towels on it first."  
  
"Why? I mean, I don't. . . um. . . ejaculate." Sara looked embarrassed.  
  
"Doesn't matter," smiled Leah. "We might use oil to help out, or who knows?
You might even surprise yourself."  
  
"Oh. Okay," she shrugged before sitting on the green mat.  
  
Leah sat on one side of Sara and I sat on the other. "What do you need to get
warmed up?" Leah asked, her hand on Sara's knee.  
  
"I usually start with kissing, but I don't think that's a good idea.
Afterward, touching helps. Honestly, though, watching you two has already
warmed me up some."  
  
"Great!" smiled Leah. "Just lean back against the couch, close your eyes and
enjoy this. If you want either of us to do something different, just ask."  
  
Sara took a deep breath and nodded before leaning back against the cushions
Leah had stacked against the couch. We both rested on our hips and I followed
Leah's lead, doing to one side of Sara's body what Leah was doing to the other
side. When Leah stroked Sara's thigh, I did the same; when she pulled her knee
to the side to open her up, I opened the other leg. After seeing that Sara was
not objecting and had seemed to relax, I began to do things differently so
that she was able to enjoy multiple sensations. I also enjoyed touching her
body and discovering her for myself.  
  
Sara inhaled sharply and I noticed Leah's hand had moved up her inner thigh to
graze Sara's panty covered crotch. The look in Leah's eyes told me she wasn't
just doing this for Sara, but was truly enjoying herself. Was I witnessing her
first thoughts of being with a woman? She looked up at me and shook her head
with a smile, mouthing "So hot! Oh, my god!" I could only smile and nod.  
  
I moved my hand up Sara's arm and grazed my finger down her upper chest toward
the cup of her bra. At this point Leah was cupping and stroking her sister's
pussy through her panties. Sara's breathing had picked up and I saw her look
down to see her sister's hand touching her. I thought I would take the chance
and gently cup her breast through her bra. Her eyes diverted to my hand and
she looked up to my face, smiling a little before closing her eyes and
dropping her head back again.  
  
"Is this okay?" Leah asked quietly.  
  
"So good," sighed Sara.  
  
I moved to the other breast and lightly squeezed and cupped her through her
bra. As I alternated between them and began exploring her nipples, which were
bumps through her bra, I would gently pinch at them, bringing a gasp and a
subtle arch of her back, pressing her breast against my hand. By this time
Leah had her fingertips tucked into Sara's waistband and gliding across her
belly from hip to hip. On the next pass she pressed further in and soon enough
her entire hand was hidden beneath the fabric and I could see her knuckles
circle as Sara was pleasured at what I could only assume was her clitoris.  
  
Her breathing had picked up and I could smell a woman's arousal. Maybe it was
hers, maybe Leah's. Maybe both. But it was strong and it was unmistakable.  
  
Seeing Leah's hand in Sara's panties gave me the boldness to try and reach
into her bra. My fingers slid down her upper breast and pressed into her top.
I quickly felt the soft skin of her areola before feeling her large rubbery
nipple. I was able to begin caressing, pinching, rolling and enjoying her
nipple and her breast, before again appreciating its twin.  
  
Sara was making noises now, seeking her own pleasure. She finally pulled my
hand away quickly, in exasperation, saying, "Fuck it!" She quickly sat up and
reached back to remove her bra before dropping back, grabbing my hand and
placing it back on her now bare breast. She quickly lifted up enough to shove
her panties down and off, dropping them on the floor next to her bra. Leah
quickly put her hand back on Sara's pussy, now playing and watching.  
  
Sara's breasts were amazing, just as I had suspected. They were large, fitting
her frame well, with large pink areolae and nipples. I opened the bottle and
poured some oil in my hand. Leah stuck her hand out to me and I poured some
into hers as well. We both quickly rubbed our hands together before working on
Sara's body again.  
  
"Oh, wow!" Sara gasped. "That feels amazing." She was free with her expression
now, and I was responding to her expressions of sexual arousal. My erection
grew to full mast from a swollen semi. I used one hand on her breast and the
other moved down to join Leah's at her pussy. Leah looked up at me and smiled.
She held my hand and moved it to Sara's clit. The hand that Leah had been
using moved down and she slid her middle and ring fingers inside her sister,
bringing a gasp and a moan from Sara.  
  
Leah's other hand moved up to Sara's breast. Now Sara had her brother and
sister each playing with one tit and her pussy. Her hips began to roll now and
we could see and feel her getting closer. Her hand grabbed my thigh and
squeezed. She looked down to see her siblings bringing her to the point of
orgasm, her body slick and shiny with the oil, and I guess the visual sent her
over the edge because she cried out quietly, squeaking through her orgasm.  
  
Leah pulled her hand away and I followed suit. Sara looked so beautiful as she
sat there quietly trying to catch her breath. "Oh, my god," she said with a
smile. "That was so much better than I thought it would be."  
  
"See?" laughed Leah. "Pretty nice, huh?"  
  
"Oh, yeah," laughed Sara. "Having both of you do it was like an overload on my
brain. You were both doing something different and it was just crazy!"  
  
"I have a confession to make," Leah said. "It got me worked up, too."  
  
"I can see that Aaron enjoyed it," laughed Sara.  
  
"Well, you're both so beautiful," I said. "Can you blame me?"  
  
Sara cleared her throat. "If you guys are cool with it, I think I'd like to
help you guys out, too."  
  
"Really?" asked Leah.  
  
Sara nodded. "I mean, we're already past the modesty, and I've already had a
girl touching me, so I think I might like to try to, you know, do that to both
of you."  
  
"Awesome!" Leah cried. "Hey! You want to help me do Aaron again, and then you
guys can both do me?"  
  
"I'm in!" I smiled.  
  
"Hell, yeah!" said Leah with a laugh.  
  
It wasn't very long before I felt two sets of oiled hands on my body. Sara and
Leah were such a contrast in physical appearance, but also in personality. I
could feel the difference between them in the way they approached bringing me
sexual pleasure. Not long after they began, they worked together to bring me
to a roaring climax. My chest and stomach, and their hands, were spattered
with cum. After cleaning up, we both worked on Leah, and she was ready just
like she said she was. It didn't take her long at all. For someone who had
never done anything with another woman before, Sara sure knew her way around
Leah's body, although I guess that makes sense.  
  
Sara had to go home after lunch and we all hugged good-bye, knowing that what
we had shared was special and that we were all good again. I went to take a
shower and I had only been in for a couple of minutes when the glass door
opened and Leah stepped in.  
  
"That was so much fun," she said, pulling the door closed behind her.  
  
"Leah! What are you doing?"  
  
"Like this is a big deal," she said, rolling her eyes. "We've been
masturbating together and masturbating each other, and now the shower is
private?"  
  
"Sorry. We just hadn't talked about it."  
  
"Yeah. Fun, though, right?" she asked, wetting her hair. Her nipples were
pointed right at me as she tilted her head back into the stream.  
  
"Lots of fun," I answered. I didn't even think about it, but just cupped her
breasts, my cock swelling rapidly.  
  
She yelped and looked at me. "And just what are you doing?" she asked with a
smile.  
  
"It's not like I haven't already touched you, right?"  
  
She bit her lip and shrugged. I continued to cup her modest breasts and
lightly pinched her nipples. "If I recall, you've already sucked on them."  
  
I smiled and bent down to take one in my mouth. She gasped and moaned, and I
felt her hand grip my shaft. As I licked and sucked on her nipples, I reached
down and cupped her ass, squeezing her globes as the water ran over my hands.
She buried her face in my neck and continued to stroke me when I stood back
up. I reached under her and ran my fingers along her lips as I squeezed her
ass with my other hand. I saw her pinching and pulling on her own nipple, and
squeezing her own breast as we touched. She began writhing against my hand and
panting in my ear. "Oh, god, Aaron. Keep doing that," she whimpered.  
  
Her arm wrapped around me, pulling us closer together and her hips moved
faster in shorter strokes. Her clit was grazing across my palm and my
fingertips entered her just a little each time she came forward, and then they
slid out each time she moved back. Her hand stopped stroking when she bit my
neck and groaned through her teeth, convulsing on my hand.  
  
She slid down my chest tiredly, her hand regaining a very light grip on my
shaft and caressing me. When she looked up at me she raised her eyebrows with
a coy smile. I had been busted sucking on my fingers.  
  
"That wasn't part of the plan," she said bemusedly.  
  
I cleared my throat. "I couldn't help it."  
  
"Uh-huh." She grabbed the conditioner off the shelf and poured a generous
amount in her hand before lowering to her knees in front of me. I was rock
hard and my sister's face inches from my cock, was not going to do anything to
alleviate that. Leah massaged the cream all over my cock and balls, her hands
gently gliding over my skin. She looked as if she was inspecting it, looking
at it from every angle, pressing it up against my stomach, pushing it gently
to each side. "I haven't really had a chance to get a good look at you," she
said as she continued to examine me. "It's nice."  
  
"Uh, thanks?"  
  
"What was that?" she laughed. "I just paid you a compliment and that's the
best you've got? When I say it's nice, I mean it. Good size, nice shape, full
veins, good head size, even coloring. It's a work of art," she said, smiling
up at me.  
  
She looked so beautiful. Okay, she looked sexy. Her hair was wet, her nipples
were hard, her eye makeup had run just a little, just enough to make her eyes
look dark and smoky, but not leaving streaks down her face. "You're beautiful,
too," I smiled. "I mean, all over, but your. . . uh. . . your. . ."  
  
"Pussy?" she smiled.  
  
I nodded. "Yeah."  
  
"Say it," she said, stroking me smoothly, her hand bumping the ridge as she
looked up at me.  
  
"Your. . . pussy."  
  
"Mmmm, I like when you call it that. Now tell me it's beautiful."  
  
"It's beautiful."  
  
"Nope. Say it." She smiled, lightly stroking me, but looking me in the eye.  
  
"You have a beautiful pussy, Leah." Her eyes closed and she flinched, but
continued to stroke me.  
  
Never opening her eyes, she asked, "What makes my pussy beautiful?"  
  
"The first thing I noticed was your hair, the way you keep it trimmed. It's
womanly, yet refined. It shows that you take care of it, pay attention to it.
The lips are perfect, a beautiful swollen pink, sticking out to be touched.
Their softness felt good in my hands and I like how they spread open for me
when I touch them. I like the look and the smell and. . . and the taste." She
gasped sharply, her eyes still closed. "There's nothing about it that doesn't
appeal to me."  
  
She opened her eyes and looked up at me, still stroking me slowly, bringing me
gently to the edge. "Thank you," she said quietly. "That's very sweet to hear.
And it's so sexy to hear you describe me that way." I just smiled in return
and we looked into each other's eyes for a moment. "Now," she said, twisting
her fist around the shaft, and cupping my balls with her other hand, "Let's
get you finished up."  
  
Leah began using a variety of techniques to bring me around more quickly. I
gripped the towel bar as she lengthened her strokes, caressed my balls, and
ran her finger back over my perineum. I was throbbing and began breathing
heavily as my stomach tensed and the tingle stirred behind my balls.  
  
"I liked having it on me earlier. Do it again. Paint me with your cum," she
demanded. I twitched in her hand and groaned.  
  
"Here it is!" I grunted, involuntarily pinching my eyes closed. I grunted with
the first blast and heard Leah squeal before laughing. She continued to laugh
and comment as she pumped, drawing more out of me. Soon my climax was over and
I was instantly sensitive. I gripped my shaft and stepped back, hinting at her
to let go. She did and I opened my eyes.  
  
She sat there looking up at me with a huge grin. "What do you think?" she
laughed.  
  
"Holy hell," I muttered. She had a couple of streaks on her face and in her
hair, and a few more that were on her chest and neck.  
  
"You like that, huh? Seeing me splattered in your cum?" I could only nod
stupidly.  
  
She stood up and smiled at me as she ran a finger across her cheek and sucked
my cum off her finger. My eyes were wide. That was so fucking hot!  
  
"And you said I was delicious," she winked. I was stunned and that little
video clip was already on instant replay as she turned me around to face the
spray and reached around me to rinse the conditioner and semen off my groin.
She pushed me to the side and I stepped back so she could get under the spray
and I helped her get the last of it off her face and from her hair.  
  
We talked as we dried off and I commented that I was tired now. She asked if I
wanted to take a nap. I agreed and she ushered me into her room. She lay on
her bed and patted the mattress. I lay down next to her and she pulled the
sheet and blanket up over us. She curled away from me on her side before
reaching over and taking my hand, pulling it over her waist. Soon enough I was
spooning my naked sister, the smell of cucumber melon shampoo filling my
nostrils and lulling me to sleep.  
  
"When we wake up," Leah said quietly, "Take me out for lunch."  
  
"Okay," I said drowsily. She squeezed my hand and we fell quiet.  
  
******  
  
"Are you ever NOT hard?" Leah asked with a giggle.  
  
"I can't help it," I smiled. I woke up with my hand cupped to her tit and my
erection between her cheeks. She pressed back against me, trapping my prick
between us.  
  
"Do you need to get off before we go to lunch?" she said, turning her head to
be able to look at me over her shoulder.  
  
"I don't know what the hell has gotten into me lately."  
  
"It doesn't matter," she smiled. "I'm happy to help." She reached back and
pressed her palm flat against the topside of my cock, keeping it wedged
between her cheeks like a hot dog in a bun. "Why don't you get some lube to
make it easier on both of us?"  
  
"Okay. Where do you keep it?"  
  
"Just use mine," she said, lifting her left knee with a smile. I reached down
and discovered that her pussy was soaked. I dipped in, bringing a gasp from
her, finger fucked her a few times, then pressed my fingers back behind her
pussy, sliding past her anus (another gasp, and a giggle), and lubricated her
crack. I reached for more and lubricated the top of her crack. I returned my
fingers and slowly sluiced them in and out of her pussy as I began fucking
along her crack. After a minute, she let go of her leg and rolled onto her
stomach. I naturally followed her so I wouldn't lose the sensation and my
dripping erection was creating my own lubricant now, keeping her crack wet and
slick.  
  
"Lay on me," she whimpered, arching her back a little to keep her ass high.
"Reach under and put your fingers back inside." I did as she asked and her
arms were extended above her head, gripping the edge of the mattress. As I
continued to ride her, sliding through her ass crack and pumping my fingers in
the same rhythm, into her pussy, she started breathing harder and muttering
something under her breath. I couldn't discern the words, but it was clearly
an encouragement.  
  
This was the hottest she had made me, the most turned on. I began taking
longer strokes, pulling so far back that the ridge and underside of my head
were getting constantly stimulated. "Tell me when," she breathed. "Tell me!"  

"Yeah [grunt, still thrusting]. Okay. Here. Here!"  
  
"Get up!" she cried, pushing up and spinning around in a flash. I had squeezed
the base of my shaft to hold out for as long as possible, but she quickly
grabbed my shaft and pumped it, aiming it right at her. Her eyes were pinched
shut, but her mouth was open, her tongue extended.  
  
Holy shit! I thought. I couldn't even finish the thought because my body
reacted to what I was seeing and feeling, and I blasted straight into her
mouth, shooting through the nine or ten inches of air that separated the end
of my dick and her mouth. That first stream went right into her open mouth,
splashing on her teeth and upper lip as it entered. I thrust my hips forward,
closing the gap as she continued to pump. Second shot, third shot in or right
at her mouth, clipping her nose, upper lip and corner of her mouth.  
  
I thought that was hot, but suddenly she clamped her lips around the head,
continuing to pump and to swallow as I ejected my seed into my sister's mouth.
"Fuck!" I cried. Leah's tongue went to work abusing my head and the piss slit.
She opened her eyes and looked up at me as she continued to suck. I couldn't
help but smile and I saw her eyes smile and an attempt at a smile showed on
the lips around my shaft. It's almost like she got the go ahead at that one,
and she shoved forward, drawing me in with her hands on my ass, beginning to
give me a real blowjob. None of this pretend "we're not doing anything wrong"
bullshit. My sister was sucking my cock. Simply because she wanted to suck it.  
  
I hadn't gone soft yet, which given the circumstances, shouldn't have
surprised me. I scooted forward and slowly reclined. Without taking a break
from her task, my sister scooted up onto her knees and her head followed my
prick until she was kneeling at my hip, sucking my dick. I reached for her ass
and ran a finger through her lips. She moaned around me as she continued to
work.  
  
"Come here," I said, gripping her hip, so she knew what I meant. She looked up
and smiled, still sucking, as she rotated around to straddle my head.  
  
I gripped her ass as her open pussy shone above me. I loved her smell and
already knew I loved her taste, so I licked from clit to anus, bringing a
groan from her, vibrating up my shaft. She tried to talk around me, but
couldn't. Poor thing. She couldn't decide if she wanted to talk to me or to
suck my dick.  
  
As I explored her with my tongue, I was able to measure her responses to find
her pleasure spots. Soon enough I invaded her with two fingers as I focused on
her clit with my tongue. She let out a long, deep guttural groan around me as
she approached her release. I couldn't believe how close I was getting,
myself. Her hips began to roll and flinch, but I wouldn't let up.  
  
"Lick my balls!" I told her as my orgasm approached. Her hand continued to
stroke me and I felt her cheek against my shaft while she wrapped her lips
around my sac and lashed at my balls with her tongue. She alternated left and
right and still made sure her hand bumped over the head on every pass. "Leah!"
I grunted with the burning tingle of my climax. She clamped her mouth over my
cock again, taking most of me in, and cupped my balls as I felt jet after jet
burst forth into that beautiful mouth.  
  
Imagine my surprise when she squealed around me and dripped onto my mouth with
her own release, her wet, soft folds squeezing my fingers. After a few
moments, she collapsed onto me, her cheek on my thigh. Fortunately the house
was cool with the air conditioning and ceiling fans on, because we could have
both been a sticky, sweaty mess. Instead, I would be able to clean us up with
washcloths instead of spending time in another shower.  
  
She turned around and curled up beside me. She hovered over me for a moment
and I thought I knew what we both wanted. I lifted my head and she met me in
the middle for a soft, passionate kiss. I dropped back onto the pillow. She
sighed and lay her head on my shoulder.  
  
"Should I still pretend with the yoga thing?" I asked.  
  
She giggled. "I don't think that will be necessary."  
  
******  
  
Pulling the breadstick from the cheese sauce, Leah asked me, "Do you think
Sara will want to keep doing this with us?" She bit off the end of the
breadstick as she awaited my answer.  
  
I just shrugged. "I don't know. I don't even know how she would respond if we
asked."  
  
"I don't know what she would do if she found out what we did a little while
ago," Leah said with a worried look on her face.  
  
"Yeah. That's a tough one."  
  
"Can I ask you a question?" She seemed a little nervous.  
  
"Sure."  
  
"If she. . . did want to do something again, and wanted to do. . . more. . .
you know, like us, then what would you think about that?"  
  
"Honestly? I think that would be awesome."  
  
"Would you go down on her?"  
  
"Would you be cool with me going down on her?" Where was this going, I
wondered.  
  
"Yeah, I mean it's not like we're dating or something." She took a sip of her
drink and shrugged, as if she were trying to act nonchalant about it.  
  
"Leah," I asked, "Tell me the truth. Would that bother you?"  
  
"Not really, no." She seemed worried about something.  
  
"What is it, then?"  
  
"Nothing," she sighed. "It was stupid."  
  
"Listen," I said, leaning in closer, "This whole thing is kind of unusual. And
it's also sudden. We haven't really had any time to process through it and see
where it's going to go, so don't say any of your thoughts or worries are
stupid, okay?"  
  
She nodded. "Okay. I guess you're right."  
  
"All right. So, what's going on?"  
  
"Well, if Sara. . . did. . . want to join, then would you think it was bad if
I. . . wanted to. . . do stuff with her?"  
  
I wasn't really expecting that. "Do you mean you want to finger her again, or
do you mean you want to eat her?"  
  
"I don't know," she mumbled, looking down. "Both, I guess."  
  
"Oh. That's cool." She looked up at me. "I mean, if you want to do that and
Sara's cool with it, I'm certainly cool with it."  
  
"Really? You don't think it's weird?"  
  
"What? Two hot chicks expressing sexual pleasure? Hardly!" I laughed.  
  
''What is it with guys wanting to see two girls together anyway?" she laughed.  
  
"No dicks to look at, extra girl parts to see, women expanding their sexual
boundaries, watching ladies climax—"  
  
"Okay, okay," she laughed, holding her hand up. "I get it."  
  
"Okay," I smiled. "Seriously, though, if you want to do something with Sara,
then maybe push for it or let it unfold like you did with me. If she's not
willing, she'll stop you."  
  
"I guess so."  
  
We spent the rest of our lunch talking, but not about that. After we got home
I changed and went for a short interval run before coming in and cleaning up.
As I was walking out of my room to go take a shower, Leah came up the stairs.
"I'm going over to Carmen's. We're gonna go to a movie and get some supper
later."  
  
"Cool. Have fun."  
  
"What are you going to do?"  
  
"I don't know. I may just veg, but I need to start planning for classes in the
fall. I'll probably find out what books I need and order those. Then I might
play some video games. Kind of in the mood to kill me some zombies."  
  
"Good luck with that," she smiled. "See you tonight."  
  
I waved as she turned to leave.  
  
I was about an hour into my game when my cell phone rang. I saw that it was
Sara, paused the game, and answered.  
  
"Hey, what's up?"  
  
"Not much. What are you guys up to?"  
  
"Nothing. Leah went out with some friends and I'm just playing a zombie game."  
  
"Oh." She sounded a little disappointed.  
  
"Everything okay?" I asked.  
  
"Yeah."  
  
"Sara, what's the matter?"  
  
It took a moment before she answered. "I broke up with Jonathan."  
  
"Oh, man. I'm sorry."  
  
"Yeah."  
  
"What happened? Or maybe it's none of my business; you don't have to tell me."  
  
"No, it's fine. Like I said, it's been coming for a while, but after
everything this morning, I knew that I couldn't waste my time staying with
someone who wasn't going to focus on my needs at all. I called him and we
talked. He didn't even seem that upset about it, which just confirms my
decision."  
  
"If it helps, I would have been crushed if a woman like you broke up with me."  
  
"Thanks," she said, sounding lighthearted. "That's sweet."  
  
It was quiet for a moment before she said, "Can I ask you about this morning?"  
  
"Sure."  
  
"Would it be okay if we did that again sometimes? I mean, not all the time,
but if I don't have a boyfriend and get tired of taking care of things myself?
If it's not, that's okay, too."  
  
"Of course it's okay," I said calmly. Inside, my stomach was doing flips. "In
fact, you don't have to wait until you're desperate. Any time, come on over
and either one of us will be happy to help out. Or both of us."  
  
"Either one?" she asked nervously. "Even if it's just Leah and me?"  
  
"I would think so. She's already done it, so I don't know why she wouldn't do
it again. Of course, that's her call, not mine."  
  
"I get that."  
  
I began thinking that maybe I could be a catalyst to relieve some concerns on
both sides without letting on to either one, what the other was thinking.
"Would that be weird for you, Sara?"  
  
"I don't know," she said quietly. "A little, I guess."  
  
"Did you like it?"  
  
"Of course I did," she said boldly. "But, you know, we're both women and
that's just. . . I don't know."  
  
"You can tell me the truth, Sara. I won't say anything to anyone, I promise.
And no judgment from me, either. What can I really say? I'm masturbating with
my sisters, so what kind of moral ground can I possibly hold?"  
  
"Promise not to say anything to anyone?"  
  
"I promise."  
  
"Not even Leah?"  
  
"I swear, not even Leah."  
  
She took a deep breath. "I liked it with Leah. I've never wanted to be with
another woman before. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a lesbian, but she certainly
knew what a woman wants."  
  
"And she has no trouble telling what she likes, either," I answered.  
  
"That's true."  
  
"You know, maybe you should talk to Leah about this. I think she may be open
to at least listen. Even if she isn't willing to do anything with you, at
least you'll know. And I'll still be willing to help out," I smiled. "You can
teach me whatever you want; I'm an eager learner."  
  
She laughed at that. "I bet you are. Thanks, Aaron. I feel better."  
  
"Good. Still, I'm sorry about Jonathan. I hope your next boyfriend is
different."  
  
"Me, too."  
  
"Do you want me to have Leah call you?"  
  
"No, that's fine. I'll call her sometime soon. Please don't tell her I called,
okay?"  
  
"Okay."  
  
"Bye, Aaron. I love you."  
  
"I love you, too, Sara."  
  
We both hung up and I sat there, staring at the undead army on my screen as I
thought about Sara's call.  
  
I awoke in the early morning hours with Leah sliding into my bed. She spooned
in behind me and kissed the back of my shoulder. I patted the hand she had
draped over my ribs and drifted back to sleep.  
  
******  
  
I was awakened by Leah's cell phone playing the latest in an endless stream of
ever-changing ringtones. I rolled over to see that Leah wasn't there, but her
phone was on the nightstand. Suddenly she burst into my room and practically
dove for her phone. She had foam at the corners of her mouth and dripping down
her chin; she had obviously been interrupted while brushing her teeth. I
smiled at her as she spoke into her phone.  
  
"Hey, Sara," she said with a smile. I started laughing at her, her mouth
dripping foam. She smiled and gave me the finger.  
  
"Nothing." She plopped down on my bed in her towel, her blonde hair hanging,
wet and limp, water dripping off the end onto my sheet, making dark blue spots
on the pale blue sheets. After a pause, she said, "Hang on." She turned to me
and asked, "Are you going anywhere? Sara wants to come over." Her mouth curled
up on one side in a wry smile.  
  
"Nope," I smiled, shaking my head. "Nothing on the agenda today."  
  
"Awesome." She held her phone up to her ear again. "Nope. Come on over."  
  
After a couple of minutes of talking, Leah hung up and leaned over me. "She'll
be here at 11 with lunch. That gives you," she looked up at the clock, "a
little over an hour."  
  
"That gives US a little over an hour," I said with a smile, stroking her
thigh.  
  
She sat back. "Yeah, but you'll need half of that time taking a shower and
brushing your teeth. Ugh."  
  
"Shut up!" I laughed, hitting her with a pillow. I knew she was right, though,
so I laughed with her and got up to get ready for Sara.  
  
At 11:10, Sara strolled in the front door with burgers, fries and shakes from
Pappy's, the best burger joint in the county. Hand-molded 1/3-pound patties
made to order, hand-cut fries salted just right, and real creamery shakes in
15 flavors. Sara was smart enough to remember our favorites, and I sighed as I
inhaled that first taste of the orange cream shake before she even pulled the
first burger from the bag.  
  
She laughed, "I guess I made a good choice."  
  
Quoting the old Templar knight from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, I said
in a slow, gravelly voice, "You chose. . . wiiiiisely."  
  
Sara laughed and shook her head and Leah just smiled before biting the end off
a long french fry.  
  
We sat around the table, talking, Sara telling us about her breakup with
Jonathan and Leah and I asking questions. She was very open about the whole
theme of their relationship, in short she trying to make her needs and desires
known, sexually and emotionally, and he being unwilling or unable to do what
it takes to establish a stronger relationship in any area.  
  
I was only mildly surprised to see that she spoke of it almost from a
businesslike angle; the emotionality of the breakup was noticeably absent. I
figured it had run its course and Sara had already spent her time in tears,
and she had come to the decision after thinking through it for a long time.
She was clearly already disconnected from Jonathan to the point that the loss
of the relationship was much like taking off a backpack after a long hike. She
had depended on it while she carried it because of what it held, but now she
was ready to be relieved of the burden.  
  
"What was he thinking?" Leah asked. "You're beautiful, smart, kind. Some day
you're going to have some guy tripping over himself to make you happy."  
  
"Maybe," she shrugged.  
  
"Listen," Leah said, "You know what you're worth or you wouldn't have broken
up with someone who doesn't. You know what you want and because of those two
things, you can turn away anyone who's not willing to invest in you."  
  
"She's right," I said.  
  
"Thanks, guys," smiled Sara, taking each of our hands in hers. "That means a
lot." She sighed and then, without letting go of our hands, said, "While I've
got you both here. . . um. . . I've been thinking a lot about what we did."
She paused as if waiting to be interrupted or trying to get her thoughts
together. Neither of us interrupted her. After a few seconds she continued.
"Well, I was wondering if it would be cool to. . . to continue?"  
  
"You mean to keep doing sex stuff with us?" asked Leah.  
  
Sara nodded.  
  
"I think that would be awesome!" she exclaimed with a huge smile.  
  
"Me, too." I couldn't hide my smile.  
  
"Good," Sara giggled. "I was worried."  
  
"It's the middle of the day," I said. "The neighbors are at work. You ladies
up for a swim?"  
  
"I didn't bring a suit," said Sara.  
  
"So?" I smiled and wriggled my eyebrows. She and Leah just cracked up.  
  
"You're a perv, wanting to swim naked with your sisters."  
  
"Hey!" I defended, pointing at her. "That's not what makes me a perv."  
  
Again, they laughed.  
  
"Come on," said Leah, standing from the table and gathering the trash. "It'll
be fun. Besides, Aaron's not the only one who wants another look at you." She
turned away, from the table, facing me as she carried the trash and had a look
of nervous excitement on her face.  
  
I looked at Sara and she blushed while arching her eyebrows at me. I gave her
a quick wink and subtle thumbs up. She smiled. "He's not the only one that
wants to see you, either," she said, standing and grabbing the bags and
ketchup packets from the center of the table.  
  
I went to stand and bumped my fist hard on the bottom of the table before
grabbing my crotch and groaning. They had both jumped at the loud noise, but
laughed hysterically at my implication. "I'm okay," I groaned, still holding
my groin. "I just got a little excited, I think."  
  
"Let's get out there, then," Leah laughed. "I'll grab some drinks from
downstairs. Cool?" she asked. We both agreed and she ran down to the basement
and came back up with the small six-pack cooler filled with bottles of beer
and we walked outside. The sun was high and pool looked refreshing, but
ultimately I didn't care about how the pool would feel. I just wanted to be
naked with these two beautiful women.  
  
I took a chance and pulled my shirt overhead first, bringing comments of
"Someone's eager," from my laughing younger sister. I pushed my shorts and
underwear down and kicked them over by the door, my semi-erect prick hanging
low.  
  
"Come on, Aaron," said Leah seductively. "Help me out of these clothes," she
requested, walking toward me. Sara had her back to us, cranking up the
umbrella over the table to keep the beers in the shade. I slid Leah's tank top
over her head, running my fingers up her sides and over her ribs, bringing a
quiet sigh from her. As I pulled the shirt off her extended hands, I reached
over and pinched one nipple lightly, causing her to give me a look while she
mouthed, "naughty."  
  
She turned away from me and wiggled her hips a little, sticking her ass out. I
looked up and saw Sara watching us with a gleam of subdued excitement in her
eyes. Her nipples pressed through her pink baby doll t-shirt, even though she
was wearing a bra, albeit a small, thin one, which I could make out through
the shirt. I noticed her looking over her sister's nearly naked form subtly.  
  
I stood behind Leah and turned my fingers downward, keeping my palms flat
against her sides. Sliding my hands downward, my fingers tucked into her
waistband and my knuckles caught her shorts and small panties, slowly
rolling/pushing them down over her hips and thighs. When they got to about her
knees, they fell the rest of the way to the patio, where she kicked them to
the side with her foot.  
  
I rested my chin on her shoulder and caressed her hips and ass. She rested her
hand on the back of my head and moaned quietly. My hand traveled smoothly
around front, one turning toward her breasts, where I cupped and squeezed each
one, while the other hand dipped south and slid between her legs, pressing
against her clitoris and labia. That only lasted a second, only enough for (a)
Leah to feel and enjoy me, (b) me to get a taste of her smooth skin, and (c)
Sara to watch and feel a sense of freedom.  
  
Leah stepped forward, reaching behind her to run her hand over my cock, which
was now at full attention, and turned to look at me and then at Sara, who
immediately noticed what Leah was doing. Sara had that same look on her face
that she had when she watched Leah and I masturbating each other in the
basement. It was a look of longing and hesitation muddled together.  
  
Leah stepped aside, looking at Sara. Without a word, Sara walked timidly
toward me and lifted her arms over her head, looking me in the eye, a gentle
smile forming on her lips. I smiled and gripped the hem of her shirt before
pulling it quickly and smoothly over her head. Her bra-clad breasts were
magnificent. The tiny pink bra barely covered half of each breast, the areolae
cresting the top edge of each cup like a sunrise.  
  
Leah reached down and unclasped the button on Sara's denim shorts. She stepped
in closer and, standing almost nose to nose with her sister, she pushed the
shorts down over her big sister's fuller hips and thighs. Sara had to work her
hips a little to help Leah slide down the tight shorts and pink panties, but
she didn't hesitate a bit.  

The tiny blonde had to squat down in front of us to continue pushing the
shorts all the way down past Sara's calves. When she pulled Sara's shorts off,
she tossed them to the side and rested on her knees, her legs still spread.
She stroked herself and then looked up at Sara, who was watching intently,
before reaching up and caressing the brunette's labia. Sara gasped and rubbed
her hip at Leah's touch.  
  
Leah stopped rubbing herself and grasped my shaft, which was at face level.
She looked at it, then up at me with a smile. Sara continued to look down at
her little sister. I watched as Leah stopped stroking Sara's pussy and took
her hand, pulling on it gently. Sara knelt down next to Leah so they were both
kneeling right in front of me. I wondered. . .  
  
But not for long. Sara gripped my shaft and each of them now had one hand on
my cock, stroking and caressing it. Sara looked at it lovingly and she looked
so beautiful, her blue eyes lidded in desire. Leah pushed Sara's hand back
toward the base and held it there so that her sister's pinky and wrist were
pressed against my groin. Leah's hand still on Sara's, she quickly, but
smoothly engulfed me in her mouth while looking Sara in the eye. Leah's eyes
sparkled with a playful mischief and as soon as her mouth covered my head,
Sara's eyes burst open in surprise.  
  
"Leah, no!" she gasped.  
  
"Mmm," Leah moaned around me, still sliding back and forth, bumping her hand
with her lips. She pulled back for a moment and said, "Sorry. I got carried
away this morning." She immediately went back to work, sending tingles of
pleasure down through my balls and back to my anus. She looked up at me and
winked, looking into my eyes as her lips and tongue stroked along the exposed
length of my shaft and head. She looked so sexy, but so did Sara. Leah
continued stroking her own pussy as she knelt on spread legs, her little pink
nipples poking straight out toward me.  
  
"What do you mean?" Sara asked, still watching intently.  
  
"The first time he came on me in the shower. The next time I caught it in my
mouth and he tasted divine, so I cleaned him with my tongue. After that I just
thought, 'Fuck it, I want to suck him off!'"  
  
"Three times?!" Sara exclaimed, her hand not moving, but her eyes watching
Leah intently as she went back to bobbing on me. Leah just nodded with a smile
as she looked Sara in the eye. "What's gotten into you?!"  
  
"This!" Leah laughed, squeezing my shaft. She then resumed working me over.
Based on her technique, however, I don't think she was trying to get me to
come; instead she was just teasing our sister.  
  
"Aaron!" Sara looked up at me, still gripping my shaft, but looking
incredulous. "How could you do that to her?"  
  
"I didn't do anything!" I defended.  
  
"I wouldn't say THAT," laughed Leah, again taking me into her mouth.  
  
"What does that mean?"  
  
"Well," I started, shrugging nervously, "After she did oral, I figured I
should probably. . . " I faded, looking and feeling sheepish.  
  
"I don't fucking believe this," Sara laughed. "You two are just horny little
shits, aren't you?"  
  
At least she didn't seem mad.  
  
"I guess it runs in the family," argued Leah with a smirk. "Come on," she
said, pointing my prick at Sara. "Take a turn. I've seen the way you've been
looking at it. Don't deny you want this hard, fat cock just as much as I do."  
  
"But. . . I mean, Jonathan—"  
  
"Isn't your boyfriend anymore," Leah interrupted. "Here's a nice cock attached
to a man who, believe me, would make sure you're more than satisfied."  
  
Sara looked at Leah and then at me, her mind clearly arguing the two sides. I
could hear it now, the voices in her head, arguing, "He wants it and you do,
too," versus, "This is your brother."  
  
She surprised us both by taking a tentative lick, then smiling bashfully at
Leah, who nodded at her with a huge smile. Sara boldly advanced on the dick in
front of her face and I was in heaven. Her timid style once again contrasted
with Leah's hungry aggression, but that just made it all the hotter. Being
able to visibly witness Sara's transition from the maternal conscience of the
three of us, to our partner in crime was very exciting.  
  
For the next couple of minutes I was the beneficiary of a pair of beautiful
mouths and hands working to bring me pleasure, a guilty pleasure. After a
short time, they were practically fighting over me. They would each find a
section on my cock or balls to lick and suck and squeeze and stroke. At one
point, Leah was swirling her tongue around the underside of my head and Sara
licked up the left side of my shaft from the base to the head. I felt their
tongues overlap underneath me, and Sara suddenly pressed her mouth to Leah's
like it was a natural progression. Leah moaned and embraced Sara and the two
immediately began kissing heavily right in front of me.  
  
Taking my cue and feeling a wave of joy wash over me at their mutual advance,
with me being the only one knowing what each was thinking and how much of a
risk Sara took, I was genuinely happy at Sara's bold move and at Leah's
enthusiastic response. I stepped back out of reach of either of them, as if
they wanted me right now anyway, and backed over to the table. I needed to
cool down. After having already had three intense orgasms today, I didn't know
if I could get two more out, so I figured I had better let one good one build
up; walking away and watching seemed like the best option. And as much as I
wanted to touch myself while I watched, I controlled myself and enjoyed a beer
and the glorious show in front of me.  
  
Their hands roamed freely, each feeling the sexy, feminine form of the other.
I opened a beer and took a long pull as I watched and listened. Soon enough
each had one hand buried between the legs of the other, stroking rhythmically
as they kissed, the other hand moving between a breast, a thigh, and an ass.  
  
In a matter of a few minutes I saw Sara kissing Leah, her tongue extended and
licking at Leah's teeth and lips, but Leah's face was frozen in a look of
intense concentration and her abs began flinching while her breathing came in
ragged gasps and grunts.  
  
"That's it," Sara said into Leah's mouth. "Come for me. Come for your sister."  
  
Holy shit, that's hot! I thought. Leah apparently did, too, because she
clamped her legs around Sara's hand and she gripped Sara's thigh tightly, her
fingers digging into the tan flesh of her sister's creamy thigh. Leah's mouth
opened in a silent scream and she continued to flinch on Sara's hand. A few
seconds later she relaxed and her eyes opened to look her sister right in the
face. The two beauties smiled sweetly at each other and Leah gave her big
sister a gentle kiss on the lips  
  
"Wow," she giggled, "That was amazing."  
  
"It was," Sara smiled.  
  
"Now you," Leah said, leaning in to kiss Sara. Sara returned Leah's kiss, then
shook her head no and backed away.  
  
"I want to," she said, stroking Leah's cheek, "But it would only be fair if
Aaron licked my pussy. After all," she said, looking at me with a seductive
smile, "you already got to have a taste, so to speak. I want to hear if the
rumors are true."  
  
"Fine with me," I laughed. I reached in and opened two more bottles before
handing one to each of the ladies. Sara and Leah had already stood and walked
to the table and they each took a bottle before we clinked them together in
salutation.  
  
"It looks like Aaron might blow any second," Leah smiled, looking down at my
turgid rod. "What do you say we cool off a little first so we can enjoy the
benefits of a relaxing afternoon?"  
  
"Sounds great," said Sara, fanning her face with her hand. "It's hot as hell
out here."  
  
For the next hour we acted almost normal. We laughed and played and splashed
each other like we had always done. The only real difference was that we were
all naked instead of in swimsuits like we had always worn growing up. While my
curiosity brought all kinds of questions to mind, I didn't want to be the one
to discuss sex during our swim. I got the feeling we were trying to take a
break from that aspect of our relationship, if only for a short time. Instead
we talked school, sports, work, and your basic movie reviews and
recommendations, however the conversation naturally drifted.  
  
Leah had pulled a giant inner tube into the pool a few minutes after we had
started swimming and at this point we were all hanging on it, circled around
the outside, treading water in the deep end. "This morning," Sara began with a
smile. Leah smiled and nodded, looking at me. "What happened there?"  
  
Leah explained about the shower and how she had joined me and jerked me off,
then curled up next to me for a nap. She told Sara about my morning wood and
how she got me off before letting me give her a facial, even catching some in
her mouth. She shrugged as she said that the natural progression was just to
clean me off, which led to a blowjob, then a sixty-nine.  
  
"I can't believe you two," she laughed. "You're just looking for a reason to
get off together."  
  
"You didn't put up much of a fight once we talked, so your high ground has
officially crumbled under your feet," smiled Leah, making no accusations.  
  
"I know," smiled Sara. "This has been so much fun, and I trust you guys
completely, so it made it a lot easier."  
  
"Obviously we trust you, too. You know that, right?" I asked Sara.  
  
She nodded with a smile. "I know." She kicked away from the float and paddled
backward toward the stairs. "Let's go inside." She had a mischievous look in
her eyes and I knew what that meant. Leah laughed and began chasing Sara, who
laughed and squealed as she tried to beat Leah to the stairs. I tossed the
float onto the patio and swam leisurely to the shallow end. By the time I made
it to the stairs, my sisters were drying off at the table and watched me climb
the stairs. Their eyes focused on my erection as it cleared the surface of the
water while I ascended the stairs. Leah threw me a towel and a minute later I
was closing the glass door behind me and following two gorgeous asses up
toward Sara's old room.  
  
I didn't even bother closing the door, knowing no one else was home, and as
soon as Sara got to her bed, she plopped onto her back and Leah was on her
hands and knees over her. They kissed passionately, seeming to pick up right
where they had left off. They were both obviously much more comfortable with
their explorations than either had been just a couple of hours ago. I saw
Sara's hands cup Leah's ass and one of Leah's hands gripped Sara's breast
while she held herself up with the other. From my angle I saw their pussies
and Leah's ass. Leah's cunt looked ready to be taken, or at least tasted;
Sara's was harder to see because her legs were together whereas Leah's legs
were spread to straddle her sister's hips.  
  
I walked right up behind Leah, who was distracted by kissing Sara and licked
right up from her clit to her asshole, causing her to yelp. "Dirty boy," she
giggled, looking over her shoulder at me.  
  
"Shouldn't you be making out with your sister?" I said sternly. She smiled and
turned back around, again kissing Sara passionately. I placed my hands on her
ass and began eating her out again. She moaned and her hips moved as I worked.  
  
Sara asked what was going on and Leah breathed, "Aaron's eating my cunt."  
  
"Hey! I haven't had my turn yet. If you're going to eat a pussy, it should be
mine!" She shoved Leah off to the side, causing her to tumble on the bed with
a pout. I stood up and Sara spread her legs open, gripping herself behind the
knees. I knelt in front of her with a smile. Her pussy was pink and open,
shining with arousal, her breasts were piled high on her chest, and her head
was raised to look down at her brother who was about to lick her pussy for the
first time.  
  
I winked at her, bringing a relieved smile from my gorgeous brunette sister as
I repeated the lick I had initially given Leah. I licked from Sara's crack, up
over her anus, through her lips and ending at her clit, which I flicked a few
times with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth and pulling on her lips
with my own. She whined at my touch and I could hear Leah, who was now
kneeling beside her sister, comment, "That's so fucking hot." She looked at
Sara with a gentle smile. "He's good, huh?"  
  
"Mm hmm," she replied, her eyes still closed. "But just starting. Hard to
say."  
  
Leah stroked Sara's hair as I began to work to bring her pleasure. I took my
time and alternated what I was doing to her. I stroked her inner thighs and
reached up to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples while I sucked on her
labia, stuck my tongue into her pussy, licked at her asshole, nibbled her
inner thighs, and flicked and sucked at her clit. After a few minutes, she
directed me to insert two fingers into her and to suck on her clit. I did as
she asked, smoothly inserting my index and middle fingers into her, beginning
to thrust them steadily in and out while sucking and licking her clit.  
  
"Oh, god," she moaned. "Just like that, Aaron. So fucking good." She was
breathing heavily and Leah leaned in to help out, sucking on Sara's nipple. I
could see her tongue licking at it and her teeth pulling it while I looked up
my sister's body and licked at her clit.  
  
Leah caught my eye and smiled around our sister's breast before biting at her
nipple and lifting her head, never breaking eye contact with me. I watched
Sara's nipple pull, her areola extend and her breast begin to lift away from
her body. She whimpered and trembled and finally the breast fell away from her
little sister's bite. Leah repeated on the other breast with similar results.  
  
Moments later Sara groaned, "Ooooh. . .fuck! That's intense! Yes! There! Right
there! AAAAHHH!" She convulsed on the bed, releasing a wail from deep in her
core. After a few seconds she pushed my head away and Leah sat up.  
  
"My turn?" she smiled. Sara giggled and nodded, still out of breath.  
  
"Goody!" exclaimed Leah. "Can I sit on you? He can do us both that way."  
  
"Mmmm," Sarah nodded.  
  
Leah took a seat on Sara's pubic mound so their pussies were practically
stacked up. Her own legs pinned Sara's back and she held her sister's ankles
while leaning back a little. I couldn't believe my luck and attacked Leah
first, then Sara. After another couple of minutes each of them had climaxed
again and I had their mixed tastes on my tongue. It was far from unpleasant.
My cock was rock hard and dripping pre-cum.  
  
Leah sat up and little and held her arms out. "Come kiss me," she whispered. I
stood and leaned in to kiss my sister. She was so beautiful, so sexy. Sara was
watching me over Leah's shoulder. Leah leaned back and Sara surrounded us with
her arms. I could feel her hands caressing my back and arms as I kissed Leah
in between us.  
  
As Leah leaned back, it forced me to follow and my erection grazed the soft
moisture of a woman. Leah didn't say anything, but I opened my eyes and saw
Sara's eyes opened wide. I looked her in the eye as I moved forward and the
moist heat of her cunt surrounded my cockhead. Her eyes closed and she sighed,
all while I still kissed Leah.  
  
I pulled away, kissing Leah's cheek, then her ear. I was only inches from
Sara's face. She looked so passionate and mouthed, "More." I pressed forward
and she let out a whimper. I continued to press all the way until my stomach
was against Leah's pussy and my cock was buried to the hilt in Sara's. Sara's
brow furrowed and she smiled, just a little; it was almost imperceptible, but
it was there. I pulled out a little and slid back in. She was hot, wet, tight,
and controlled. It felt incredible.  
  
My abdomen was sliding along Leah's clit and lips as I moved and she whined as
well. "Mmm, that feels good," she whispered. She pulled my head up, pulling my
mouth back to hers and kissed me deeply. Our tongues chased each other and I
began to move more steadily now.  
  
Sara whined, "Oh, god." Leah pushed me up and looked at me sideways with a
wicked grin. Her smile got wider as I continued to thrust into Sara, gliding
across Leah.  
  
"Sara?" she asked, still looking me in the eye with that smile.  
  
"Yeah?" she breathed.  
  
"Are you fucking my brother?"  
  
"No," Sara giggled tiredly.  
  
Leah pushed up on my chest and I rose up to standing, still smoothly gliding
in and out of Sara's pussy. Leah sat up, still straddling Sara's hips and
looked down.  
  
"You lying whore," she smiled, turning to look at Sara. "You are fucking my
brother."  
  
"Uh uh. He's fucking me."  
  
Leah had a hand on each of Sara's knees. "And it looks damned good," she said.
"You two are fucking hot together. I want a better look." She didn't wait for
Sara to answer, but instead scooted back so that she was straddling Sara's
chest and lay on top of her so that her face was only a few inches away from
our union.  
  
Her ass looked amazing sticking up in the air and I could imagine what Sara
was seeing. Her sister's pussy splayed open just above her, her ass rounded. I
pulled my cock out all the way and it popped up, shiny and slick right at
Leah's face. She didn't hesitate to bury me in her mouth, where she worked me
over with her mouth and tongue for a few strokes before I pulled out and re-
entered Sara's cunt.  
  
Sara groaned. I saw her work her arms under Leah's legs so that she could use
her hands to stimulate her sister or herself. She stroked her own sides and
stomach before caressing Leah's breasts, then her own, then wrapping her arms
around Leah's waist.  
  
Suddenly Leah blurted out, "Fuck it," and licked at Sara's clit. Sara yelped
and began cursing at her sister, ordering her to lick her clit, to eat her
while I fucked her. Leah was enthusiastic, but just as suddenly she stopped
and wailed. I looked up and saw Sara's head working in circles, her eyes
looking at me over the arches of her younger sister's globes. They were in a
very active 69! Holy shit, they were eating each other out!  
  
Between the long foreplay on the patio, the knowledge that I was fucking my
sister, the taste of my sisters' arousal still on my tongue, the feeling of
Sara's pussy on my cock, and the sight of my sister's eating each other, I
couldn't hold back.  
  
"I'm coming!" I called, the semen boiling behind my balls, a ball of fire
ready to be released.  
  
"Feed Sara!" Leah cried.  
  
I quickly dislodged from Sara's pussy and scrambled behind Leah, squeezing my
cock in a death grip. I stroked it twice and launched a blazing stream of
pearl right at Sara's mouth where it connected with Leah's pussy. Sara moaned
and captured me in her mouth where I continued to fire blast after blast into
her mouth. She sucked like she would die if she didn't get every last bit of
it, and as quickly as possible. She continued to moan around me and her mouth
finally opened in a scream.  
  
I saw Leah's head working quickly and I immediately understood that Leah had
made Sara come with her tongue. As soon as Sara came down she attacked Leah's
pussy with a renewed vigor, bringing her to her own violent release just a
minute later. While Leah was coming down from her orgasm, Sara gently but
thoroughly cleaned my cum from Leah's pussy and Leah turned around to clean
Sara's face with her fingers, licking them clean before collapsing beside her
on Sara's bed.  
  
I lay on the other side of the busty brunette, utterly exhausted.  
  
As we all regained our normal heartbeats and breathing patterns, Sara said
quietly, "I have to go home tonight. I'm working tomorrow."  
  
"When will you be back?" Leah asked.  
  
Sara sighed. "I don't know. Soon." She paused. "Can I trust you two not to
fuck each other while I'm gone?"  
  
"No," Leah said, matter-of-factly.  
  
After just a second's pause, all of us burst into fits of laughter.  
  
Sara didn't have to leave for several hours, so she suggested we go to the new
horror movie we all wanted to see. We hadn't been to a movie together in
forever, so we readily agreed. Sara insisted on treating us and we had a great
time reconnecting as siblings in a normal fashion. As we were on our way home,
Sara's phone burst out in a Beyonce song. She hit the answer button on her
dashboard display and answered. It was Mom and Dad.  

"Hi, Sara!" Mom greeted.  
  
"Hey, guys." Leah and I both called out our own greetings.  
  
"Oh, we have you all there together?"  
  
"Yeah, we're on our way back from county. I had to bail them out," Sara said.  
  
"The important thing is, is the house okay?" Dad asked.  
  
"It's fine, Dad. A little sheetrock damage and some blood on the carpet, but
nothing some spackle and a steam clean won't cover," I answered.  
  
"Good to hear. Take care of it before we get back, okay?"  
  
"I'll make sure it's done, Dad," Sara laughed. "How's the trip?"  
  
"Great!" Mom exclaimed. She and Dad began telling us about some of the things
they had seen and done at their first port-of-call.  
  
"It sounds awesome," Leah exclaimed. "When are you going to take us on a
cruise with you?"  
  
"Twenty-five years from now," Dad answered.  
  
"It's a date," laughed Leah.  
  
"Well, we're just checking in. It sounds like you guys have everything under
control. Thank you for checking on them, Sara."  
  
"It's no problem," she smiled. "We're having a great time," she said, winking
at us.  
  
"Sara took us to a movie," I said, "And she's spent the whole day with us just
playing around," I said.  
  
"It sounds like you're having a good time," said Dad. "We really appreciate
it. We have to go; these phone calls are expensive. We'll see you in a few
days. Take care of that carpet, Aaron."  
  
"No problem, Dad."  
  
We exchanged I love you's and Sara disconnected the phone call. By the time we
got home it was late evening and Sara headed back to her own apartment. She
said we should come over to her place later in the week and spend the night.
Leah and I agreed that it would be fun and Sara said she would call tomorrow
to finalize the arrangement.  
  
Leah slept in my bed again that night, but we were both so exhausted from the
day that we didn't do anything but cuddle up together and sleep together
naked. The next morning, however, was a different story.  
  
As Leah and I came out of the bathroom after our shower, we both checked our
phones and, sure enough, we had a text from Sara. She wanted to know if
tomorrow evening was a good time to come spend the night and "reconnect."
Neither of us had anything going on, so of course it was a good time for us.
Leah replied for us and she and Sara worked out the details.  
  
The next two days were great for Leah and me. We spent a lot of time learning
what each other liked and she even helped me realize I was multi-orgasmic,
helping me to learn what a "dry orgasm" was and how amazing it could still
feel to climax without ejaculating until a second, third or fourth orgasm. She
said she believed that if I could make her come as often as she wanted, that
she should return the favor, so she looked online to see if men could be
multi-orgasmic, found some info, and put it into practice. Let me tell you,
Leah was a great motivator for me to invest in the research. Of course our
time was spent with Leah focusing on helping me achieve pleasure, but she
didn't let me focus on her pleasure until after we had spent most of our time
focusing on mine. Once she was ready, however, both of our orgasms were more
intense than what we had first imagined they could be. Her own climax was so
intense her eyes went crossed, and mine was so strong that I fired like a
cannon in both force and volume.  
  
"Sara's going to like that," Leah laughed. "If we can convince her to be
patient, that is."  
  
******  
  
Sara texted us, telling us she was on her way home early and that we were
welcome to come over any time. It was just after 3pm. I heard Leah calling my
name when I broke the surface of the water. I looked up and she was standing
by the side of the pool holding her phone. "Sara's home," she smiled. "She
said we could come on over."  
  
"Awesome!" I said, scrambling out of the pool. I quickly showered and packed a
change of clothes.  
  
Leah and I arrived at Sara's a little after 3:30 and she greeted us at the
door, kissing each of us as soon as the door was closed. "Let's go get an
early dinner," Sara said with a smile. "My treat."  
  
We readily agreed and Sara drove us to a steak house where we enjoyed an early
dinner of juicy steak, loaded baked potato, and Caesar salad. When I asked
Sara why the special dinner, she just winked and said, "We're going to need
our energy." I don't know if I blushed or not, but I certainly responded
physically to the comment. Either that or my pants suddenly shrank a little,
causing my crotch to feel tight and to tingle.  
  
As soon as we were back in Sara's apartment, she sat us down on the couch and
settled in across from us in her accent chair. "I'm really glad you guys came
over tonight," she said, smiling at us. "Are. . . are we still good?"  
  
"Yeah," Leah said, her tone noting surprise at the question. At the same time
she answered, I answered, "Of course."  
  
"Okay, good," she breathed, appearing more relaxed. "I didn't mean to have sex
with Aaron last time; it just kind of happened and I was so caught up in what
we were doing, that I wanted it."  
  
"It was so hot," Leah laughed, reiterating her initial comment during our last
encounter.  
  
Sara blushed and tucked her hair behind her ear. "So, have you two. . .?" she
let that hang. I looked at Leah and she looked back at me with a smile, biting
her lips between her teeth, causing her mouth to become a thin line. She
looked back at Sara and shook her head enthusiastically before bursting into a
fit of laughter at Sara's expression.  
  
"Are you serious?" asked Sara.  
  
"Totally," Leah exclaimed.  
  
"But I thought you two would be all over each other after that!"  
  
"I was tempted," I said.  
  
"WE were tempted," corrected Leah. She looked at me and nodded.  
  
I cleared my throat. "Sara, this week has been amazing and unexpected. We've
told you how it started and you know how you got involved. And the truth is. .
.well, we didn't feel right doing that. . . without you there. At least not
the first time."  
  
"What?" She placed her hand on her chest and her eyes softened.  
  
"Sara," Leah said, walking over to her sister and kneeling at her feet before
placing a hand on Sara's. "What we all shared together was such an amazing
experience, one I'll never forget. Aaron and I talked the next morning, and
yes we played around some more, but we agreed that we wanted you to be there
when it happened, just like I was there when he was inside you that first
time."  
  
Sara's eyes were filled with tears, and she nodded and smiled at Leah. "Thank
you," she said, reaching for Leah, who rose up on her knees to return Sara's
embrace. I walked over and wrapped my arms around both of them, each of us
embracing the other two. We stayed like that for a short time, less than a
minute, and just felt the bond of a different kind of love than just the
sexual passion we also had come to share with each other. "I can't believe you
guys waited," Sara laughed, wiping tears from her eyes. "I don't think I would
have been that strong."  
  
"Yes you would," I said. Leah nodded her ascent. I stood and reached both
hands down to help them both up. "I hate to be impatient," I smiled, "But I've
been looking forward to this for the last couple of days."  
  
They both laughed, took my hands and stood. Sara went to her kitchen, pulled
three bottles of her favorite beer from the fridge, and brought them to us.
"Come on," Sara said, leading us to her room. Sara had a nice, plush queen-
sized bed. Her room was decorated simply, but nicely with modern clean lines
and dark wood furniture with a gold duvet and pillows. She and Leah each
grabbed a top corner of the duvet and top sheet and pulled them down to reveal
matching gold sheets. I knew from experience that Sara had the most
comfortable sheets I'd ever slept on. When I was younger, but she was in high
school, she used to let me curl up with her as we read book series together
most weekend nights. She had discovered sateen sheets ("Not satin," she had
clarified, "Sat-EEN."). They were a soft, wrinkle resistant sheet set that
felt amazing and light on my skin. I knew instantly that she was still using
these kinds of sheets. I ran my fingertips along the folded top sheet and felt
the smooth material, looking forward to being embraced by my sisters while
simultaneously feeling the softness of the sheets and Sara's pillow top
mattress.  
  
"Aaron?" Leah smiled.  
  
"What?"  
  
"I said, 'Are you all right?' You kind of zoned out for a second."  
  
"Sateen," I said, looking at Sara.  
  
She smiled and tilted her head. "Sateen. You remember."  
  
"I always loved those sheets."  
  
"Wait until you feel them tonight. I promise you'll never be able to forget."  
  
"Sara?" Leah asked. Sara turned to her and watched her walk around the edge of
the bed from the other side. "Would you help me get undressed, please?"  
  
"I'd love to," she smiled. They met at the foot of the bed, right beside me,
and embraced. Their tongues began grazing against lips and other tongues, and
their hands roamed across each other's hips and asses. I reached down to
stroke myself as I watched, my erection pressing against my jeans. Leah
reached her hand out and grabbed my wrist. Gripping it firmly, she pulled it
away before letting go and wagging her finger at me side to side, letting me
know I was not to do that. Her hand went back to caressing her sister and a
moment later she reached up and began unbuttoning Sara's shirt, starting at
the bottom. Sara moaned into Leah's mouth as they continued to kiss. As soon
as Leah unfastened the top button, she pushed the shirt down off her sister's
shoulders, and I watched it fall to the floor.  
  
Leah then lifted her arms above her head and Sara took the hint, pulling at
the hem of Leah's t-shirt and lifting it up, breaking the kiss just long
enough for the shirt to clear her head. Leah flung her shirt onto the floor as
they resumed their kissing. The tiny blonde reached for Sara's hands and
pulled them to the front of her jeans. Sara had no problem unfastening the
jeans and pushing them down over her sister's tiny hips. Leah pushed on Sara's
shoulders and Sara settled in front of Leah, kissing her stomach on the way
down. The brunette pulled the jeans and socks off her sister's feet, throwing
them away, then caressed her thighs as she continued to kiss her stomach and
the front of her panties.  
  
Leah sighed as her big sister kissed her, and her stomach flinched. "I hate to
ask you to stop, but I have to," she breathed.  
  
"It's okay to breathe, Aaron," she giggled. I guess I had forgotten. When she
pulled Sara's shirt off, I saw that she was wearing a snake-print and black
lace push-up bra. The cups were low and again, the dark pink areola of my
sister's large, perfect breasts crested the fringe.  
  
Leah's bra and panties were no better. Hers were a matching set of fluorescent
orange, almost a sherbet-color that contrasted her tan skin nicely. The bra
gave full coverage, but created a nice cleavage. The panties were a thong
style, which accentuated her fit ass perfectly, making it rounder and perkier.  
  
"I'm sorry," I smiled, shaking my head. "You look delicious," I said.  
  
"What about me?" Sara pouted.  
  
"You're okay, too, I guess," I shrugged. Sara gasped and slapped my arm,
bringing a laugh from our sister.  
  
"I promise, Sara, his opinion is about to change dramatically." Leah knelt
down, turned Sara around so she was facing away from her, and unzipped the
back of her skirt. She pushed it down and I suddenly realized why Leah didn't
want me touching myself.  
  
"Fuck. Me," I whispered.  
  
"I thought so," Leah laughed, bringing a knowing smile from Sara. She was now
standing in a matching bra and thong panty set, with black thigh-high
stockings. Her ass jutted out nicely, round and full, accented by the panty
above it and the stockings creeping halfway up her thighs. The exposed skin
was smooth and beautiful. Sara turned to face me and placed one hand on her
hip. The other caressed the top of her chest nonchalantly.  
  
"Still just okay?" asked Sara.  
  
"You're a fucking goddess!" I said.  
  
"Right now I'm just a goddess. Soon I'll be a sucking goddess. THEN I'll be a
fucking goddess."  
  
"Damn."  
  
They both giggled at my response.  
  
"Wait," I said. "Have you been wearing that all day? Like, to work and
everything?"  
  
Sara nodded with this sultry look in her eyes. "I put it on this morning,
thinking about tonight. My panties are soaked straight through," she said,
stroking her pussy through the satin. "I could smell myself as I sat at my
desk; it was all I could do not to touch myself while I tried to concentrate
on work."  
  
"Wow. I. . ."  
  
"Trust me," she continued, "It won't take long to make me come." She looked
over at Leah, then back at me. I looked at Leah for a moment and saw the same
expression of desire that I must have been displaying. "No matter whose tongue
it is."  
  
Leah seemed to shake it off, whispering dryly, "Then. . . uh, then we should
probably get started."  
  
"Yeah," I muttered.  
  
"Yeah," nodded Sara. She dropped to her knees next to Leah and ran her hand
over my cock, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "There it is," she
said, looking up at me. She unzipped my pants while Leah untied my shoes. Leah
lifted my foot and took off my shoe and sock, then repeated it with the other
foot while Sara pulled my jeans down and off. My erection was still trapped
beneath my boxer briefs and Sara touched the tip with her finger, right at the
cooling wet spot that had darkened the lime green shorts.  
  
"Are you already going to come for me, Aaron?" asked Sara sexily.  
  
"We have a surprise for you," Leah smiled.  
  
"A surprise? Oh, really?" A crooked smirk eased onto Sara's face. "I like
surprises."  
  
"I think you're going to love this one. Right, Aaron?"  
  
"Definitely."  
  
"Good." Sara pulled on my waistband to lower by shorts and said, "Let me see
what I've been missing." She cooed when she saw me again, and I gasped and
groaned when she licked immediately from the balls to the tip. "Mmmm," she
moaned. "Still as delicious as I remember."  
  
Leah's hand covered Sara's and she teased her big sister. "You have to share,
remember?" Sara pouted as Leah repeated her sister's action.  
  
"You're mocking me, now, aren't you?"  
  
"Why do you say that?"  
  
Both hands were stroking and caressing me as they talked, otherwise ignoring
me. "Because you licked him like I did. Are you playing a game with me?"  
  
"Ooh," said Leah, smiling wide-eyed. "We should play a game. Like when we were
kids."  
  
"Mmm, I like that idea. What do you say, Aaron?"  
  
"Whatever," I groaned. "God, I'm dying here."  
  
"Simon says!" Leah blurted.  
  
"That could be fun! Who goes first?"  
  
"Simon says, suck on Aaron's balls!" Leah lifted my shaft and pushed on the
back of Sara's head. Sara laughed as she began to use her lips and tongue on
my sac.  
  
"Oh, shit, Sara!" I groaned. The tickle and pull and suction felt amazing.
After a few seconds she pulled back with a smile, letting my right nut pop
free from between her deep pink lips.  
  
It was Sara's turn. "Simon says, lick and suck his shaft until it's dripping
wet, but stay away from the head." Her smile was wicked and Leah looked
excited to comply. She worked up some spit, her tongue covered in foam and it
dripped as she extended it to slide it along my shaft. She continued to lick
at me, play me like a flute, wrap her mouth around me from the side, lifting
and pulling me down, being very thorough until her face and my cock were both
shiny, slick, and dripping. She leaned back and smiled.  
  
Sara smiled at her and Leah reached over to pull Sara's straps down. She
licked and sucked on Sara's breasts and nipples, bringing a series of whines
and gasps from our big sister. Leah began running her wet tongue and face in
Sara's cleavage and it was soon dripping with her saliva. While she was doing
that, she reached back and unclasped Sara's perfect bra, pulling it off her
arms and dropping it on the floor. Leah sat up and pushed me onto the bed so
that I was sitting on the edge.  
  
"Simon says, titfuck your brother." I groaned and my cock twitched, a spurt of
pre-come rolling down over the head. Sara smiled and knelt between my legs.
She leaned forward and pressed her tits together around my swollen prick,
looking me in the eye. She began sliding up and down, the soft, firm flesh of
her breasts caressing me. She would look down to see the head of my prick
gliding through the top before disappearing again. I saw her purse her lips
and a long, silver line of drool pushed out and dribbled into her cleavage.  
  
I groaned at the sight, thought and feel. I began to thrust up into her tits
and her tongue would dart out to swipe at my head. Leah had stripped off her
bra and panties and stood beside us, stroking herself as she looked on. I
could feel the tension building and groaned loudly.  
  
"That's it!" Sara prompted. "Come for me!"  
  
Suddenly, Leah jumped in and pulled Sara back, her sister looking shocked.
"Don't, Aaron!" She gently pulled at my balls a few times. The fire continued
to build in me and my feet and legs tingled. A warm glow quickly grew in my
core and I grunted. The tension released.  
  
"What was that for?" Sara asked.  
  
"You didn't say, 'Simon says,'" laughed Leah.  
  
Sara laughed, and I snickered as I plopped back on the bed.  
  
"We've been working on dry orgasms for Aaron so he can come more than once.
Did it work, Aaron?"  
  
"Hell, yeah, it did," I breathed.  
  
"That was an orgasm?" Sara asked, surprised.  
  
"Yep," nodded Leah. "I'll tell you about it later. But look. He's still ready
to go. Simon says, suck his dick while your sister eats you out."  
  
Sara muttered something and grabbed my prick, stroking it a couple of times
before pushing her mouth down over it.  
  
Leah pulled Sara's panties down and Sara lifted her knees so her sister could
pull them off. Leah lay on her back and scooted under Sara and apparently
began eating Sara's pussy because our sister became more animated, more
aggressive, and more vocal. She grabbed my hand and put it on her head,
bringing me closer to my own orgasm, just the thought of it, what it meant. I
grabbed a handful of her hair and began directing her.  
  
She flinched and groaned, lifting her mouth off me and muttering some curse
words as she came on her sister's mouth. She lifted up a little and looked
down. "Where did you learn to do that?" she breathed.  
  
Leah sat up and shrugged, giving her sister a kiss. Leah reached for me and
stroked me lightly. "Can you edge for me, baby?"  
  
"It'll be tough, but I think I can do it."  
  
"Edge?" asked Sara.  
  
"It means he almost comes, but holds back so he doesn't do it."  
  
"Where's the fun in that?" she asked with a pout.  
  
"You'll see," Leah answered. "Simon says, lick my pussy while I stroke Aaron."  
  
"It's not your turn," smiled Sara as took Leah's place on the carpet. "Simon
says, give your brother a hand job while I lick your pussy." Leah smiled
before jumping and groaning, presumably at the touch of Sara's tongue. I saw
Sara's hands slide up Leah's lithe body and tweak her nipples. Leah threw her
head back and whined.  
  
"Leah, let go," I groaned, feeling myself build up again. I clinched my PC
muscle hard and held it, Leah letting go and grabbing her own thighs as our
sister continued to work her over. I closed my eyes so I would not have the
visual stimulation of my sisters having lesbian sex, and concentrated on
holding my muscle. After several seconds of controlling my breathing and
holding my PC muscle, I backed away from the edge, but my erection was still
rock solid.  
  
"Simon says, sixty-nine," I ordered.  
  
Leah looked at me in surprise, then stood, turned around and straddled Sara's
head. I looked down to see Sara gripping Leah's ass while her tongue began
working Leah's clit and lips. My cock pulsed in front of me as I stood and
walked down to Leah's head and watched her eat Sara's pussy. I walked back
toward Sara's head and stood over it. She looked up at me and smiled. Still
licking Leah's clit, she pulled Leah's ass cheeks apart, causing Leah to whine
as her pussy spread open. I knelt over Sara's head and pointed my cock down at
her mouth.  

She pulled in the head and first couple of inches, sucked it and went back to
focusing on Leah. She then made a long swipe with her pink, flat tongue,
bringing another moan from her little sister. The tip of my cock was suspended
above Sara's face and I pointed it directly at Leah's cunt. I pressed smoothly
into her and she threw her head back with a whining, "Oh, god, Aaron!
Finally!" She whipped her head back and watched me pressing into her until our
hips met. I felt Sara's tongue on my balls and groaned in response.  
  
Leah pulled forward, and then drove her hips back into mine, burying me into
her again. "Are you just going to sit there, or are you going to fuck me?" I
gripped her hips and pulled out before pulling us together again. "That's
better," she sighed, dropping her head down to continue working over her
sister. Soon enough we were in a steady rhythm.  
  
I could once again feel the buildup. Leah was moving faster and both women
were approaching their orgasms. Leah jerked forward, collapsing on top of
Sara, spasming on top of her, and dislodging me. Somehow she still kept her
fingers thrusting into her sister, bringing her to another climax.  
  
I was beginning to hurt now. All the anticipation, the dry orgasm, and the
edging, meant that I needed release, and I needed it now. "I can't hold out
anymore, Leah," I begged.  
  
She smiled and nodded, kneeling in front of me and helping Sara off the floor
to kneel beside her. "You ready for your surprise, Sara?" she asked with a
beaming smile.  
  
"I'm always ready for a surprise," she laughed.  
  
Fuck, they looked hot: sweaty, soaked in each other's pussy juices, naked
except for Sara's stockings and heels, contrasting in appearance yet both
beautiful.  
  
"Come on, let's make him come for us." Sara immediately forced her mouth down
onto my cock, taking almost the entire thing. "Damn, Sara," Leah laughed, "Go
for it!"  
  
"You gonna help me or what?" she asked.  
  
Leah took her place and soon enough I was getting another double blowjob, each
girl encouraging the other as they traded back and forth, sucking a few
strokes and then trading out.  
  
After only a couple of minutes I shouted a warning. "On the bed!" Leah cried,
pulling Sara up with her, they both lay on their backs side by side. "Watch,
Sara!" Leah grabbed my cock again, prompting me to let go of it, and I tried
to watch as she jerked me off with the aim of covering both young women in my
seed. Not only was this going to be an amazing orgasm to feel, but if the last
couple of days were any indication, it was going to be fucking incredible to
watch.  
  
"Here it is!" I grunted, my whole body wracked in spasm, the tension centering
on my groin. A burning jolt clenched my ass and balls, forcing my cock to
jump. The next burning jolt sent a burst of fertile lava exploding from the
tip of my prick, bringing a squeal from both girls, laughter from Leah, and a
"holy fuck!" from Sara. Again and again I sprayed them, Leah aiming me as she
pleased, although it was truly pretty random. She and Sara were covered with
streaks across their thighs, stomachs, breasts, mouths and faces, even their
hair.  
  
I collapsed onto the bed, dizzy from the experience and tired from the sudden
surge, then sudden drop in my body's chemicals. I watched them as I tried to
recover. They played with the pools and streaks on their own bodies as well as
on that of their sisters'. They continued to comment to each other, but it
became a soft echo as the room began to fade.  
  
"Let's get cleaned up," I heard Sara say.  
  
"Yeah," said Leah. "After he rests a little bit we can play some more." The
bed moved, shaking me gently and their voices got more distant. I heard them
continue to talk and then the shower started up.  
  
Before the bathroom door closed I heard Sara say, "I'm glad you guys are
spending the night. Tomorrow I'm giving him my ass."  
  
EPILOGUE  
  
She did. And so did Leah. It was fucking amazing!  
  
My parents came home at the end of the week, bragging about their trip and
bringing us each a gift from the Caribbean. My sisters each got gold jewelry
and I got a machete with a hand-carved handle and hand-stitched leather sheath
with a design burned on it.  
  
My, Sara's, and Leah's relationship became closer, of course, but naturally we
continued to date and have relationships, usually at different times. No one
ever found out about our sexual relationship, and it only lasted a couple of
years, but it was never fast-paced or frequent. When one of us was sexually
frustrated, we would make a call and fuck it out for the night, but we
established some rules. We all wanted to have our own families one day, so we
agreed that we needed to turn our attentions outward to those ends.  
  
It had been seven years since Leah and I last had sex. She had married a
douchebag personal trainer, and she was a volleyball coach and athletic
director at a small state college. Sara and I hadn't done anything together in
five years, after she met and quickly married a financial advisor.  
  
I couldn't believe it when Mom told us the news. "She said she went to visit
him at work and caught him with one of his clients." Mom looked saddened as
she bobbed the tea bag in her mug.  
  
"Why didn't she tell us herself?" Sara asked me as we sat on the back deck.  
  
"I don't know," I shrugged.  
  
"Where can I get one of these?" I heard as the glass door opened. I turned
around to see my fiancée Sam holding Sara's 18-month-old son, Cody. "He's so
cute. Yes, you are," she squeaked, pinching his stomach and making him laugh
while he grabbed at her hand. "You want to come home with aunt Sammie?"  
  
"I'll pack him a bag," Sara laughed before Sam handed him over. Sara held him
up and bit at his stomach, making sounds like she was gobbling him up. Again,
he laughed loudly. Sam sat down next to me and took my hand.  
  
"One day?" she asked. I nodded and squeezed her hand.  
  
"Soon," I said. "I promise." She smiled and laid her head on my shoulder.  
  
"What are we going to do about Leah?" Sara asked me.  
  
"First, I'm going to find Robby and curb stomp him," I said. "After I bury the
body, I'm going to go see if I can make Leah feel better."  
  
"As much as I like the plan, let's just go to step 2. If she's home today, you
want to go see her?"  
  
"I don't know," I said, looking at Sam. "We're all here and it's already
getting late."  
  
"Go," said Sam. "I can make sure Cody is taken care of."  
  
"Are you sure?" asked Sara.  
  
"Positive!" Sam smiled, taking Cody from his mother. "It'll be fun. Won't it?"
she asked Cody again. "Are you gonna have fun with Aunt Sammie?" She nuzzled
his cheek and plied him with kisses all over his face and neck, making him
laugh and squirm.  
  
"Thank you," said Sara, leaning over to hug Sam.  
  
"Yeah, thank you." I kissed her and patted her thigh. I never thought I would
find someone like her. She's pretty amazing and I honestly couldn't wait to
marry her.  
  
Sara and I each tried calling Leah on her cell, but she never answered. We
tried texting, but got no reply.  
  
When we pulled up to her apartment building we saw her car, but not Robby's.  
  
We walked up to the second floor and knocked on her door.  
  
"What?" she called out through the door.  
  
"Open up! It's Aaron and Sara!"  
  
"I'm not here!"  
  
"Leah! Open this door!" Sara demanded  
  
"No!"  
  
"Come on, we just want to talk," I said. "We're worried about you."  
  
"I told Mom not to say anything," she said.  
  
"Well, she did. Now let us in." Sara was softer now. "Please, Leah. We love
you."  
  
After a moment of quiet, we heard the deadbolt unlatch and Leah opened the
door. Sara was first in, and hugged her, pushing her back a little so I could
squeeze in and close it. As soon as Sara hugged her, Leah started crying,
muffled by Sara's sweater. Sara looked at me with tears in her eyes and she
cried silently with her broken sister.  
  
I looked around the room and saw boxes piled against the wall, hastily packed,
some of them bulging, only being held together by packing tape.  
  
"What's all this?" I asked.  
  
"Robby's shit!" she belted, acid dripping from her lips. "If he wants to fuck
her, he can stay there and fuck her all he wants!"  
  
"When did you find out? Tell us what's going on," Sara said, walking Leah to
the couch and clearing a place to sit, moving Leah's wedding album and stacks
of pictures to the floor. I pulled a kitchen chair in and sat across from
them.  
  
For the next two hours we talked and listened, Leah unloading about their
whole relationship. She had settled down as we talked, moving from anger to
sadness and ultimately relaying the stories like a narrator, disconnected
somewhat, depersonalized.  
  
"Thanks for coming over, guys. I feel a lot better." I looked at my watch and
noticed that it was almost 10. After the long drive over, and the long talk,
time had moved pretty quickly.  
  
"It's late," I said. "I need to call Sam." They both nodded. I walked into the
kitchen and called her. She answered quickly. "Hey," I sighed.  
  
"Hey. How is she?"  
  
"Better than when we got here. Still not great."  
  
"I'm glad she's doing better," she said sincerely. "When are you coming back?"  
  
"Even if Sara and I left right now, which I'm not sure about, we wouldn't be
back until after 11. We still haven't eaten any supper. I'll see what Sara
wants to do."  
  
"Oh, okay. Do you want me to wait up?"  
  
"Only if you want to, but that's not necessary. If you want, I'll text you
when we get an idea."  
  
She agreed with that and we expressed our love before hanging up. I had asked
her to tell Mom, but she said Mom was already in bed.  
  
"Are you leaving?" Leah asked.  
  
"Not yet. We can stay as long as you need us," I said. Sara nodded.  
  
"Can you. . . can you guys spend the night?" she pleaded.  
  
"If that's what you need," answered Sara. Leah nodded.  
  
I shot a text to Sam about the change in plans and she just said. "You're a
good brother. Take care of her. I'll see you in the morning. I love you."  
  
I announced I was hungry and asked if they wanted me to order a pizza. They
agreed it sounded good, so I quickly placed the order and we continued to
talk. We ate and drank some beer and wine and the mood began to lighten up. We
would transition into talking about Robby, then back into something else, then
to Robby again.  
  
Around 1:30 Leah said she needed to go to the bathroom and when she came back
out, she was stark naked.  
  
"Do you think I'm still pretty?" she asked, unconfidently.  
  
"Leah!" Sara said. "Put something on!"  
  
"Sara, please. Aaron?" she asked, turning to look at me. I hadn't seen her
naked in years, but she looked amazing.  
  
"You're beautiful," I said, swallowing hard.  
  
"Very," Sara said, matter-of-factly.  
  
"Sexy?" she asked.  
  
"Absolutely." My body was responding.  
  
"Of course," Sara agreed.  
  
"Thank you," she said, smiling gently. She turned to walk back to her bedroom
and the door closed. Sara and I sat there for a long time, looking at each
other and wondering what was going on. Sara eventually got up to check and saw
that the light was off under her door.  
  
"Now what?" I asked, perturbed.  
  
"Hell if I know!" she whispered loudly. She opened Leah's door. "Leah?" she
asked quietly.  
  
"Yeah?"  
  
I followed Sara in. "You okay?" Sara asked.  
  
"Better now that you guys are here." She sounded tired or sad.  
  
"Where do you want us to sleep? You only have one couch and one bedroom," said
Sara.  
  
"In here with me," Leah said, sitting up and turning on the lamp.  
  
"I didn't bring any pajamas," I said.  
  
"Me, neither."  
  
"You don't need them." Uh oh. I recognized that look. I hadn't seen it in
years, though.  
  
"I don't think that's a good idea," I said.  
  
"Leah, you're drunk," said Sara.  
  
"I'm not," she countered. "I only had one beer and one glass of wine. On a
full stomach. I'm fine; just relaxed is all."  
  
"I'm engaged."  
  
"And I'm married. This can't happen."  
  
"What can't happen?" asked Leah. Sara just gave her that disapproving look she
gives.  
  
"Just come to bed. It's a big king-sized bed; we can all fit without
touching."  
  
After a moment of quiet, Sara sighed. "Turn off the light at least, so we can
get undressed. Aaron, make sure everything is locked up, please." The light
went off and I walked out to the living room to turn off the lights and lock
the door. I walked into the dark bedroom, feeling along for the bed. I felt
the corner of it and stood to undress. "You're in the middle," Sara said, "So
climb up from the foot."  
  
When I was just in my boxers I climbed up the center, feeling for the legs on
either side of me. They both laughed when I squeezed their legs just above the
knee, and Sara hit me with a pillow. "Ow!" I complained.  
  
"That's what you get!" she laughed. Leah laughed, as well, which was nice to
hear.  
  
I scooted under the covers and realized how big this bed really was. I still
had plenty of space, and felt that this might be okay after all. We chatted a
little like we used to when we would go camping and it was dark. Leah must
have been thinking the same thing because she suddenly blurted out the punch
line to a funny ghost story our father used to tell us.  
  
"I am the ghost with one black eeeeyyyeeee," she bellowed.  
  
Sara immediately caught it. "You gonna be the ghost with two black eyes if you
don't shut up!" We all burst out laughing and the tension was effectively
released.  
  
"This is fun," Leah sighed.  
  
"Yeah, it is," answered Sara.  
  
Leah rolled toward me and quietly said, "We used to have all kinds of fun."
Her hand stroked my chest and her breath was in my ear.  
  
"Leah," breathed Sara, exasperated.  
  
"What? We did." Her hand continued to caress my chest and my body responded. I
couldn't help the rising erection. No matter how much my mind was telling me
this couldn't happen, my body was making sure I knew it would be totally cool
with it.  
  
"No, Leah," I said. It was unconvincing. Hell, I was unconvinced.  
  
"Did I say I wanted to do anything? I'm just remembering; that's all." My
stomach knotted up and Sara kept quiet. "Remembering how we used to touch each
other," she breathed. I was getting harder. Sara shifted a little and when the
sheet fell back into place, the warm air under it breezed across my face,
carrying the scent of feminine arousal. Oh, shit. "Remembering the feel of
your cock in my hand. In my mouth." Her hand still circled my chest. Her voice
was sexy, breathy. "Remembering the taste of Sara's pussy."  
  
Sara gasped and her elbow bumped me. What the fuck was happening?  
  
"Remember, Sara?" asked Leah. "Remember when I first rubbed your clit?"
Another gasp. I could hear her breathing getting heavier. "Your brother's cock
first sliding into your cunt? My tongue on your pussy?" This was clearly
getting to Sara, too. Damn you, Leah! "Mmmm, remember your first taste of my
cum? When we ate each other out while Aaron fucked you?"  
  
Sara whimpered and her elbow bumped my arm again. Leah licked my ear, her
breasts pressed against my arm, and slid her hand down my stomach into the fly
of my boxers and gripped my shaft, stroking it gently.  
  
"He's hard, Sara," Leah teased as she stroked. "Is this for me?" she asked. I
swallowed hard. "Or for Sara?" I twitched. "Oh, you do remember," her voice
betrayed the smile hidden in darkness. "Is it those gorgeous eyes and lips, or
the full tits that she's let you fuck so many times? Maybe her tight, wet
pussy? Mmmm, I think I know what it is. I saw that look on your face when you
drilled that tight ass."  
  
"Oh, god," Sara breathed. I just flinched.  
  
"See? Sara remembers. I remember watching that ass bounce as you slammed your
cock into her tight back door. I remember licking your cum off her ass and
pussy where it leaked out. Watching her tiny asshole close back up after you
fucked it so hard. Mmmm, makes my ass tingle. I know what that cock feels like
in the ass, when it pulses, when it stretches, when it throbs while pumping
your thick, hot cum, into it."  
  
I did remember. I remembered very well. I remembered the first time I fucked
Sara's ass that day in her apartment, the whine as I intruded her, her face
buried in a pillow. I remembered our sister holding Sara's ass cheeks open as
she smeared lubricant and spit and pussy juice on Sara's asshole so I could
slide into her. I remembered Sara returning the favor for her sister that same
morning. I remembered Leah pulling Sara's hair, lifting her head back as she
forced her tongue into Sara's open mouth. I remembered every time I fucked
them, either of them, both of them, every time I came in them, on them, and
every time they came on me. I remembered the feel and the taste and the scent
of their pussies, mixed with their perfumes and shampoos and body washes and
lotions.  
  
"Sara," she said, "He remembers. At least his body does. Come see."  
  
"No," she weakly declined.  
  
"Sara. Don't be rude."  
  
Sara hesitated then I felt the sheet lift a little, and the bed shift as she
rolled over. Her hand found my hip before it found my cock.  
  
"Oh, my god," she breathed. "I've missed it."  
  
"Me, too," I groaned.  
  
"Me, three. It's been so long. Robby hasn't fucked me in weeks. My toys and
hand aren't enough. I need this. I need you both. I love you. Please."  
  
Sara and Leah both gripped my shaft, but I quickly felt Sara's hand cover
Leah's and begin to use it to stroke me. "Thank you," breathed Leah. "Thank
you."  
  
I felt Sara sit up and Leah followed suit, somehow she knew or maybe she was
prompted, I don't know; I couldn't see a damned thing. I heard them kissing
passionately above me. Fuck, I wanted to watch. "Lights. Please," I begged.  
  
"No," said Sara quietly. "No lights tonight. Just touch. Talk." They kissed
again.  
  
After a moment, the sheet was pulled back and I felt Sara's mouth on my cock.
"Fuck," I breathed. "Shit, yeah."  
  
"So good," she said. "So yummy."  
  
Leah sat at my other hip and joined Sara. Soon enough they were kissing around
my head and shaft.  
  
"I'm close," I grunted.  
  
"Already?" giggled Leah  
  
"Fuck you," I laughed.  
  
"Later," she said, bringing a giggle from Sara, who still had me stuffed in
her mouth and bobbed as she fondled my balls. "I'll let you have the first
come," she told Sara, "If you'll share it in a kiss."  
  
"Mmm, love to," said Sara.  
  
Well, that just put me right up top. My body began to thrust, my hips forcing
me into Sara's mouth, hot and wet and slick. I grunted and thrust into her
mouth. She moaned as gush after gush sprayed into her mouth. I lay exhausted
as I finished and she sucked all the way, getting the last bit from inside,
and leaving me clean outside. I heard them both moan as they kissed for a long
while. I could only imagine them swapping back and forth, kissing like lovers,
my seed being pushed back and forth from Sara's mouth to Leah's and back again
before ultimately being divided up, each swallowing her share.  
  
"As good as I remember," said Leah.  
  
"Let's play while he rests," said Sara. She climbed over me and told me to
move over, so I did. They were quickly in a sixty-nine, Leah on top as she
usually preferred, eating each other loudly and passionately. After their
second climaxes I was almost fully hard again.  
  
"Turn around," I commanded. They both giggled, but scrambled. I grabbed Leah
to make sure she was where I wanted her, then reached for Sara. Leah was
almost just as I remember her feeling: tight, toned, and tiny. Sara was a
little softer than she used to be and I knew from looking at her that she was
a little fuller after having her first baby, but she was still sexy as fuck. I
positioned her next to Leah, both of them on their hands and knees on the
floor facing away from me, their upper bodies lying on the bed.  
  
Leah sighed, "Oh, yeah," when I found her pussy and shoved forward. She
grunted her encouragements. I had to find a way to make this fair, so I gave
her 20 steady thrusts, then quickly pulled my dripping cock out of her cunt
and quickly found her sister's.  

"Fuck!" she grunted as I impaled her. She was surprisingly tight.  
  
I leaned over her back and whispered in her ear, "Your pussy's so tight. How
do you keep it this tight?"  
  
"Weights," she said. "For my cunt!"  
  
"Is she tighter than me?" asked Leah.  
  
"Let's see." I pulled out of Sara after 20 and rammed back into Leah, who was
tight as fuck! "What the hell?" I said. She had a death grip on me with her
pussy muscles.  
  
"That sounds like a challenge," Sara giggled.  
  
"You're on, slut!" laughed Leah. Sara just laughed.  
  
After 20 I pressed back into my other sister. "Holy shit!" I couldn't believe
it. She was at least as tight as Leah.  
  
"That good, huh?" asked Leah. I heard her begin masturbating while I fucked
Sara. When I went back to her, she was still going and started to whine as her
orgasm approached. "I'm close," she whined, "Can I have more time?"  
  
"Finish her off," said Sara, "Then it's my turn."  
  
I was getting close myself. Leah's pussy clamped down around me as she cried
out her release, and I stayed buried to the hilt, which gave me a nice break.
When her pussy relaxed, I started moving slowly again. "Good?"  
  
"Mmhmm." She sounded relaxed.  
  
"Good. Don't move." I slapped her ass lightly, bringing a giggle.  
  
I thrust back into Sara and she was working her own clit over. "Remember when
you and Leah had a surprise for me?" she asked as I railed into her.  
  
"Yeah, and Sam thanks you two, by the way," I laughed, still thrusting.  
  
"Well, I have a surprise." She was sounding strained.  
  
"What is it?" I asked.  
  
"Keep going!" I did. "Faster!" I picked up the pace. "Lean over me!" I leaned
forward and felt the front wall of her pussy gliding along the underside of my
head with more pressure.  
  
"Oh my fucking—"  
  
"GAAAAAHHHhh!" she screamed, her cunt forcing my cock out and spraying all
over my groin and legs as she wailed. I forced my cock back into her and
started again; a few seconds later, she forced me out for a second time,
spraying against me. This time I forced myself into her and started fucking
harder. When she screamed I held her hips hard against me so she couldn't buck
me off and kept myself buried inside as deeply as possible. She absolutely
flooded me.  
  
"What's happening?" Leah asked, excitedly.  
  
"She's spraying all over the place!"  
  
"Holy shit!" she laughed. "You're a squirter?!"  
  
"Surprise," laughed Sara.  
  
Leah laughed as she said, "You better not stain my carpet, you bitch! I'm not
losing my security deposit because of you."  
  
"Fuck you," Sara said, still laughing.  
  
"If you'll excuse me," I said to Sara, moving back to Leah and ramming it
home. She wailed at my intrusion.  
  
I was hard as steel now and my orgasm wasn't far off. I cut down to about 5
strokes with Leah before moving back to Sara. I rotated between them about 3
times and said, "Who wants it?"  
  
"Both of us!" cried Sara. "Come in her first, then me!"  
  
"So hot," whined Leah.  
  
I fired my first two bursts into Leah, missed my third, firing before I could
get into Sara, and finished my weaker blasts into her.  
  
I fell back onto the cold, wet carpet and started laughing. The girls turned
around and asked what was so funny. "Looks like you're losing that security
deposit," I laughed.  
  
That was the last time we did anything sexual together. Every once in a while
when we had time to talk alone at family get-togethers, we would make an
inside joke. At Leah's wedding shower two years later, she almost fell out of
her chair laughing when she opened Sara's first gift: puppy training pads.
Everyone else laughed politely, looking confused, some asking what that was
for, but Leah just said it was an inside joke between sisters. I laughed so
hard when Leah and Sara told me, that Leah actually laid one out under my
chair, making me laugh even harder.  
  
Oh, yeah, sorry. Leah did get married again. Garrett is a counselor, not
Leah's counselor, but he worked at the campus clinic, counseling students, and
got to know Leah just from being on staff together. He's a nice guy,
respectful and kind to Leah, supportive of her dreams and he encourages her.
We privately call him the anti-Robby. Our family loves him and he fits right
in. He, Caleb (Sara's husband), Dad, and I sometimes play golf together on
Sunday mornings when everyone comes to visit. I'm really glad Sara and Leah
found someone that loves them the way they deserve to be loved.  
  
And they consider Sam to be another sister. Sam and I got married a few months
after that last encounter with Sara and Leah. They were both bridesmaids and
they loved how Sam picked nice dresses for our small, summer, garden wedding.
Sam and I have three kids now, two sons and a daughter, and they love their
cousins: Sara's two sons, and Leah's little girl.  
  
Sometimes I think back on those times with Sara and Leah and wonder if things
would have ultimately turned out differently if I hadn't decided to try naked
yoga with my sister, or if our other sister hadn't caught us. When I think
about, though, it doesn't really matter. Things are what they are.  
  
Life is good, our family's close, and my wife is reaching into my underwear,
so if you'll excuse me. . .




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