Beach House Weekend with My Sisters
Craig thought the 4-day weekend would be boring until...
It was the middle of July, and I was at my parents for a Sunday dinner. Mom said, "I've talked with all the girls, and we're on for the Girls' Retreat the weekend after this."
I had to restrain myself from doing a fist pump. Mom and Dad would spend Thursday night through Monday morning with my three sisters at a beach house a few hours from here. Mom started the Girls' Retreat four years ago. It was a bonding time for her and my sisters, who were three, five, and seven years older than me. Every year, I couldn't go because I had to work as a lifeguard. So sad. I'd console myself by throwing a party every night at my parents while they were gone. My roommate refused to let me host parties in our apartment, so the Girls' Retreat was my one chance to invite all my friends over for a good time. It was my favorite weekend of the summer.
Dad said gruffly, "I'm not going this year."
"Honey, you have to go. We need a designated driver."
"Not going," said Dad firmly. "My knee is bothering me. The stairs at the beach house would be too much for me."
I had stayed at the beach house with my church's youth group. The house was raised up on stilts to protect it from hurricanes. You did have to climb quite a few steps to get in or out of the house.
"But Dad," I said pleadingly, "you can handle it for a weekend."
Dad glared at me like he was about to hit me upside the head with a two-by-four. He said slowly and loudly. "I'm...not...going." He added. "I never host poker night. This will be my chance to do so."
Shit! I had the parties all lined up. There were going to be babes over every night. I was hoping to get lucky with a cute friend of one of my fellow lifeguards. I started thinking about who could host the parties instead.
Mom sighed loudly. "We need you as a designated driver and to keep guys from getting too friendly with the girls at the bars."
"Take Craig," Dad suggested. "Now that he's twenty-one, he can go to the bars with you. He can be your designated driver and guy-shooer."
My eyes went wide at Dad's words. When Mom looked at me, I said, "I can't go. Got to work. Schedule is all set."
Mom didn't seem impressed by that excuse. "You swap shifts all the time with the other lifeguards. You'll have plenty of time to do so."
Alas, what she said was true. I thought about saying I needed the money from working for college, but then she'd point as I was just swapping shifts, I wouldn't lose out on hours. And what I earned during the summer was not much compared to what Mom and Dad contributed to my college expenses.
I had a feeling that this was all theater, that Mom and Dad had already decided before inviting me over for dinner that Dad wasn't going and that I was. I decided to try to get out of going with blunt honesty. "Mom, I don't like my sisters. They've always been annoying. Tracie moving out was the happiest day of my life. I got to move out of The Shed into the house."
"Your sisters aren't always annoying," said Mom angrily.
"You're right," I said sarcastically. "Sometimes, they're super-annoying. And then there are the special days where they are super-duper-annoying." Mom rolled her eyes. "They've always made fun of me. They've always ganged up on me. I was thrilled when Olivia went to college, I was just as thrilled when Meg went, and I was bouncing off the walls when Tracie went. The idea of spending a long weekend hearing them talk about girl stuff has zero appeal for me."
Dad laughed. "You'll love listening to them talk about celebrity gossip. And the latest shampoo they've tried. You'll have a great time, Craig." My dad guffawed some more. Suddenly, I realized that his bad knee was the least of Dad's reasons for not going.
In our house, it was very much Dad and me versus Mom and my sisters. Dad had always wanted a son. He had married one woman, had two daughters with her, divorced her, married Mom, and had three more daughters. Mom didn't want to have any more kids, but Dad kept begging her to try one more time for a son until she finally gave in. Once I was born, Dad was thrilled. He pretty much ignored my sisters to do things with me. He took me camping, fishing, and hunting. When I did well at swimming, he put me on a year-round swim team. He took me to the practices and the meets, which Mom and my sisters skipped. In the evenings, Dad and I watched sports together while Mom and my sisters put together puzzles and chatted. This was the first time I could think of where Dad was siding with Mom and my sisters instead of me.
"I don't want to go, Dad."
"Tough, Craig. You're twenty-one, you're a good driver, and your mother wants a man to drive her and your sisters to bars and places. Sometimes, you have to do things you don't want to do. I've done it for four years, and now it's your turn."
Dad said that with an air of finality that would brook no argument. There were times when Dad's word was law, and this was one of those times.
Mom said, "Great! I'll let the girls know you're driving. After dinner, start calling your fellow lifeguards to swap shifts."
I sighed and pushed my plate away. My dinner had lost its appeal.
* * * *
Thursday afternoon at the start of the Girls Retreat weekend, my sisters began arriving at our house. Tracie arrived first. Mom had to "remind" me to greet my sister when she did. When I came out to the kitchen, Tracie handed me a fortune cookie.
"Happy National Fortune Cookie Day!"
I grunted and went back to my room.
Meg arrived second. When I came out to greet her, she threw me a T-shirt.
"Put this on."
"What?" I held out the shirt. Meg was an elementary school art teacher and did craft stuff like making T-shirts all the time. The shirt said, Girls Retreat 2023 across the front in yellow letters. "Why do I have to wear this stupid shirt?"
"Because you do," said Dad with a smile. "It's a Girls Retreat thing." He was enjoying my misery.
Mom and Tracie came into the kitchen wearing the same shirt. I sighed and took off my shirt.
"Happy National Fortune Cookie Day!" said Tracie as she started handing one to Meg. But then she stumbled and almost crashed into Meg.
"Don't hurt yourself, Grace," said Dad sarcastically. I chuckled. Tracie was always tripping or knocking something over, and, when she did, Dad and I would call her 'Grace' as a joke.
Meg ignored us and said, "Royal blue with a yellow contrast is the color scheme this year." I had no idea what she was talking about. She, Mom, and Tracie huddled up to chat. I put on my new shirt and slipped off to my room.
When Tracie was two, Mom and Dad bought our current home. Upstairs were three bedrooms, a bathroom, and a game room. Downstairs was the master bedroom, the kitchen, yada, yada, yada. Shortly after I was born, Mom and Dad had an addition built. The front half of the addition was a bathroom that opened onto the pool, so people in wet swimsuits didn't have to go into the house to pee. Behind that bathroom was another bedroom which had been mine growing up. A spiral staircase in it connected to the game room, so the addition doubled as a second fire escape for the second floor. My sisters had made it clear many, many times that the game room was the only room I could go into on the second floor. I didn't like living in the addition bedroom, which I dubbed "The Shed", as it was stuffier than the rest of the house and tended to be hot in the summer and cold in the winter. When Tracie went off to college, I moved into Meg's old bedroom and still used it as "my room" whenever I was home.
* * * *
I opened the driver's door of the minivan and climbed in. To my surprise, Tracie got into the passenger seat.
"Happy National Lollipop Day!" said Tracie as she handed me a lollipop.
"I thought it was National Fortune Cookie Day?"
"A day can celebrate more than one food," said Olivia in her you're-so-fucking-stupid tone.
I grunted. I grunted a lot around my sisters.
I had been expecting Mom to sit up front. I'd much prefer her company to that of one of my sisters. Then Tracie revealed why she was sitting up front.
"I'm in charge of the music."
I realized my plan to listen to hard rock songs as I drove was out the window.
Tracie connected her phone to the car and started a Backstreet Boys song. Oh, God, I thought mournfully. At least my friends wouldn't see me listening to a boy band.
Tracie started singing along and was quickly joined by Olivia and Meg. All my sisters had good singing voices. Eventually, Mom joined in. She had sung in her high school choir and had encouraged her daughters to do the same. My dad had considered being in choir unmanly, so I hadn't. Consequently, I didn't have a good singing voice, and my sisters mocked me when I did sing.
My sisters continued singing away to songs that I didn't listen to. I wasn't sure how to respond. They were having a good time and were good singers, and their singing was far more entertaining than listening to streamed music, but I didn't feel a part of the good time everyone else was having. Mom and Dad had always come down hard on us kids whenever we fought, so I had learned to passive-aggressively express my displeasure with my sisters. I continued doing that. When a song I particularly didn't like would start, I'd sigh loudly. That only happened every three or four songs.
* * * *
After an hour on the road, we stopped at a fast-food place for dinner. As we gathered inside the door, Mom pulled me aside and said, "You order last and pay. You're the man on the trip." My Mom and sisters all ordered different kinds of salad. I ordered a bacon burger. As I was paying, the guy working the cash register pointed at my shirt, said, "Girls' Retreat," and chuckled. I ground my teeth.
The tables were all for four people. Mom and my sisters sat in a booth. I could have pulled up a chair and joined them, but instead sat by myself and played on my phone as I ate. Mom and my sisters ate slowly because they talked so much while they ate. I didn't mind - I was fine with a long break from their music.
My sisters were very similar in looks - pretty, above-average-height brunettes. Olivia was the tallest and thinnest, Meg was the shortest and curviest, with Tracie in between. They were all about the same height with the difference between Olivia and Meg about an inch. Olivia's hair was short and thin; Meg's hair went down to her shoulders and was curly; Tracie's hair was straight and went to the middle of her shoulder blades. Their faces were all pretty, but pretty in different ways. Olivia had the roundest face and usually looked serious; Tracie had a narrow face which was quite cute when she smiled (which she did a lot), and Meg was in-between. Mom was an older version of her daughters with a rounder face and hair dyed a dark blond.
Once my sisters were done eating, I climbed back into the minivan with a sigh. Tracie handed me another lollipop, and we headed off.
After an hour of driving, Olivia said suddenly, "We need to stop at the next gas station."
"Oh, yeah!" chimed in Tracie.
"It's only another hour to the beach house," I said.
Mom said from the back, "We're stopping at the next gas station." I thought back to Dad muttering darkly several times about Mom having a bladder the size of a pea.
This was going to be a long fucking weekend.
At the convenience store, Tracie was the first one out of the Women's Room. She came up to me and asked, "Doing okay so far?"
"I'm doing fine so far except for the music you're playing. Some of the songs make me want to gouge my eyes out." I gave Tracie an ironic smile. "But that would be bad for my driving."
Tracie seemed taken aback by that. Meg came out of the bathroom and said to me, "Thanks for coming this weekend. I really appreciate you making the trip. All of us do. Dad was a grouch the whole time the other weekends. A real wet blanket. When he wasn't driving, he was playing poker on his phone. We had fun despite him. You're not going to do that, are you?"
"No." I felt pressured to say that. Who'd say that they were planning on being a grouch? But I was feeling a lot like a grouch.
"Do you want anything to drink? Soda? Gatorade?"
"Arnold Palmer Tea." As a lifeguard, you learn to not drink soda or Gatorade. Soda makes you pee, and Gatorade is a bunch of crap you don't need unless you're a pro athlete.
"Okay." She opened the cooler and reached for my drink. I thought about my friends commenting about how smart my parents were to give their oldest daughter a name that begins with 'O', their middle daughter a name that begins with 'M', and their third daughter a name that begins with 'T'. That helped them remember my sisters' names and birth order.
"Any candy?" Meg asked.
"Starburst, I guess."
Meg smiled at me as she got the candy for me. "I'm the one who plans the retreat. I want everyone to have a good time."
Olivia came out of the bathroom, the three of them started talking to each other, and I was forgotten. I played on my phone while waiting ungraciously next to the cash register. Based on what Mom told me at the fast food place, I knew she'd want me to pay for everything again. Mom was the last one to pick out a snack. I paid for everything, took the bags, and followed my sisters out to the minivan with a frown on my face.
* * * *
We finally arrived at the beach house. Mom and my sisters grabbed all the light stuff. I got the ice chest full of food which had to be kept cold. Once that was in the kitchen, Mom sent me out to bring in the four six-packs of wine coolers. When I brought them into the kitchen, Mom was the only other one there. My sisters had dumped their stuff and left. Mom said, "Put the food into the refrigerator while we change," before starting to leave.
I said with a little bit of a whine to my voice, "I don't know where the groceries are supposed to go in the fridge."
Mom stopped for a moment. "Put them away as you see fit. There's no system here like we have at home. And once you're done with that, put the other groceries away into the pantry." She left.
I grumbled as I put away the groceries. What was so urgent that everyone else had to change as soon as they got to the beach house?
Olivia came into the kitchen...wearing the same Girls Retreat 2023 T-shirt and the same shorts she had worn in the minivan. She grabbed some groceries and walked over to the pantry. "You've got this put away all wrong."
I rolled my eyes and stepped back. As Olivia shuffled the groceries in the pantry around, I asked. "Weren't you going to change clothes?"
Olivia flashed me a quick smile. "I did." She resumed working in the pantry. Tracie came in wearing exactly what she had worn in the minivan. She opened the refrigerator and started moving groceries around. I shook my head, left the kitchen, and went into the living room, where I had left my bag of clothes and toiletries. As I picked them up, Meg was coming down the stairs. She too was dressed exactly as she had been in the minivan. I asked her, "Where am I sleeping?"
"The living room. This place has four bedrooms. Three bedrooms upstairs, one for each girl, and a master down here for Mom. You'll have to make do here." She smiled at me. "No boys upstairs, just like at home." She continued into the kitchen.
I said to her retreating form, "I live upstairs at home."
Meg called over her shoulder, "You're merely borrowing my bedroom!"
I scoped out the living room. It had a big, armless couch that was up against a wall. In front of it was a coffee table. I was facing the big couch and to my right was a smaller armless couch. Beyond it was the stairwell up to the second floor. To my left were a couple of chairs with arms. Beyond them were the kitchen, the toilet, and Mom's bedroom. Against the wall to the left of the big couch were two bean bag chairs that could be moved to the far side of the coffee table from the couch so a group of up to ten could all sit around the coffee table.
I heard Meg say to everyone in the kitchen, "Let's go!"
I dropped my bag by the big couch. There was no point unpacking, as I'd be living out of my bag. As the others headed toward the door, I followed them. "Where are we going?" I asked.
"A bar!" said Meg as she grabbed a big paper bag that was by the door. "About thirty minutes from here. Karaoke night! If we get there too late, we won't be able to get a table."
Mom got into the passenger seat this time. She provided directions as my sisters gabbed in the back. As we drove, Mom and my sisters sang over and over two ABBA songs, "Take A Chance On Me" and "Dancing Queen", working to get them down pat.
When we arrived at the bar, I asked Mom, "Do I have to go in?"
"Yes," she said firmly.
I thought momentarily about refusing to go in. I had agreed to be a designated driver, not a fifth wheel. But Dad had raised me to be protective of women. My sisters had never needed me to protect them, but I felt like they might need me to in this bar. I sighed and got out.
Inside the bar, we managed to get the last open table. Meg brought her paper bag in with her. When I asked what was in it, she told me, "Fun Stuff." She went over to a chalkboard which had a list of names on it and added "Swedish Bikini Singing Team" to the list.
Mom and my sisters got strawberry daiquiris. I got a lemonade. People got up, crossed their name off the chalkboard, and then sang at the mic. Most people, when they were done singing, put their name back on the bottom of the list. The stage was well-lit, but the rest of the bar was dim. Between songs, my sisters talked about the guys in the bar and who they reminded them of. Several ex-boyfriends were discussed. Surprisingly to me, Mom joined in. I just felt...bored.
When the "Swedish Bikini Singing Team" was next on the list, Mom asked suddenly, "Are we really going to do this?"
Olivia, who had just polished off her second daiquiri, said, "Oh yeah. It'll be a lot of fun." My other sisters nodded. I had no clue what they were talking about.
My sisters and Mom got up and went into the bathroom. Meg was carrying her bag. A minute later, four platinum-blond women wearing string bikinis and big reflective sunglasses stepped out of the bathroom. Their hair was very light, almost white, and came down a little past their shoulders. Their bikini tops were two dark blue triangles outlined in yellow which were just big enough to hold their breasts, with yellow strings to connect the pieces. The bikini bottoms were very high cut, with only a small amount of material over the crotch. They were also dark blue outlined in yellow. They were also wearing blue high heels. Man, they were smoking hot. Every guy in the bar turned to check them out. They strode out with big smiles on their faces. Where the hell did they come from?
One of the four women was carrying a bag, which she dropped off at our table. I then realized that the women were my sisters and Mom. Holy shit!
My family kept walking. Guys started whistling at them. As they walked toward the stage, I could see their backsides. The backs of the bikinis were like wide thongs, which showed off most of their asses. My sisters all had great asses. Mom's ass wasn't as fine, but she was in great shape for someone who was fifty. When they reached the karaoke stage, one of them crossed "Swedish Bikini Singing Team" off the list. Suddenly, I caught the reference. Dad had a Playboy with The Swedish Bikini Team on the cover. Dad only had a few Playboys, so this one must have been special to him. He kept his Playboys hidden, but I found them when I was like twelve. Apparently, my sisters had found them too. The Swedish Bikini Team had been five actresses who wore platinum blond wigs and bikinis while doing commercials for Old Milwaukee beer. Now, my family was recreating them.
One of my sisters picked the song they were going to sing, and the intro to "Take A Chance On Me" started playing. My sisters and Mom began swaying to the music. I realized the bikinis matched the color theme Meg had mentioned. They must have changed into them at the beach house and then put their T-shirts and shorts over them. I thought back and realized that they all had been wearing sandals. So when they went into the bathroom just now, they had stripped off their shirts and shorts, put on their wigs and sunglasses, kicked off their sandals, stepped into their high heels, and thrown all their old clothes into the bag Meg had been toting.
I watched Mom and my sisters sing "Take A Chance On Me". Actually, it was more like checking them out as I listened to them sing. They all had great voices and belted it out perfectly. With their wigs and sunglasses, it was easy to forget they were family. They were just four hot women to me. And to every other guy in the bar. All of us were standing to watch them sing. People were coming in from other parts of the bar to watch. My family was swinging their hips and shimmying as they sang. With the wigs, identical bikinis, and big sunglasses, I couldn't tell them apart. I had been able to tell Mom from the other three from behind, but not from the front. Sometimes, one would bend forward to give us a look down her top. All four of them were getting into it, big time. Damn, they were hot.
Then the song was over, and the crowd gave them a long, raucous round of applause. My family took several bows before walking off the stage. One stopped to put "Swedish Bikini Singing Team" back on the chalkboard. They made their way to our table to steady applause. As soon as they sat down, four strawberry daiquiris appeared. The waiter pointed to the guy who had paid for them, who nodded at my family. He and a couple of his buddies came over to our table.
"Wow, ladies. That was quite the performance you put on tonight. My name is Ray, and this is Buck and Charles."
"Har hooda ber da norda der da flookin flookin," said one of my family in an imitation of the Swedish Chef from The Muppets. And then she looked at me.
I was shocked for a moment and then realized what she wanted. "She thanks you very much for the compliment and the daiquiri."
"Der da fingle bord dere," added another in the same sing-song voice.
"And she thanks you too for her daiquiri," I said to Ray.
Growing up, one of the many ways my sisters taunted me was when I asked them for something, all three of them would talk to me like the Swedish Chef. It used to piss me off so badly. They hadn't forgotten how to do it.
"Loopa loopa ver snugin der skadoo," said a third. She picked up her daiquiri glass and held it up in salute to Ray and his two friends. The other three women picked up their daiquiri glasses likewise. Ray and his buddies looked disconcerted by all this. The sibling that lifted her glass first said, "Ver salud." The three others said the same. And then all of them took a big drink of their daiquiris.
I said, "They all thank you for the daiquiris and salute you for your friendliness. I think they all want to unwind for a little bit before their next performance."
One of my sisters pointed her finger at me and said some more gibberish. The other three women nodded. Ray and his friends apparently realized they were getting the cold shoulder and backed away from the table.
My sisters continued talking in fake Swedish while drinking heartily. Occasionally, one would start laughing, and the other three would join in. I could tell which woman was Mom because she was the one person not talking in "Swedish". When that round of daiquiris was finished, another round appeared. Watching four people get sloshed while muttering gibberish was really boring, up there with watching paint dry. By the time my family had finished that round, they were laughing uproariously at the smallest thing, and "Swedish Bikini Singing Team" had almost made its way to the top of the list.
Mom and my sisters got up and made their way toward the stage, walking a little wobbly as they did. The guy singing was drowned out by whistles and applause. This time, they sang "Dancing Queen". Again, they belted out the song while swaying sexily or shimmying. At one point, three of them tried swaying together but couldn't keep up the timing. They were obviously sloshed, but still sang well and were having fun. When they finished, they once again got a raucous round of applause as they bowed and did fist pumps. They then made their way past our table, slowing only to grab the big paper bag, and continued on to the bathroom. A minute later, they emerged from the bathroom dressed as they had arrived. Meg was in the front and cocked her head toward the door. I stood up and also headed toward the door. I got there first and held it open for Mom and my sisters.
Once outside, my family started whooping and hollering. "That was such a blast!" "What a hoot!" "God, that was so much fun!" "I can't believe we did that."
I unlocked the car and everyone climbed in. Mom gave me her phone. "I don't think I'd be any help." I found the address of the beach house and started on our way. My sisters were drunkenly chattering in the back.
"I can't believe you talked me into that," said Mom at some point.
"You loved it, Mom," said Meg. "Admit it. Aren't you glad Dad didn't come? No way would he let us do something like that." And then Meg hugged me from behind my seat. She kissed me on the cheek and said, "Thanks, Craig."
I heard movement, and it was Tracie hugging me and kissing me on the cheek. "Thanks, Craig."
More movement, and it was Olivia hugging me and kissing me. "Thanks, Craig."
My cock brought attention to itself by straining uncomfortably against my shorts. I felt myself getting warm, embarrassed about getting hard from my sisters kissing me. But they had looked so damn hot tonight. Mom too.
"I admit I had a great time tonight," said Mom. "And those ABBA songs brought back some memories."
"It shocks me still that both couples got divorced," said Olivia. "I mean particularly the blond singer. She had everything. She was beautiful; she had money and fame. Yet she couldn't keep her marriage together and totally lost her shit after she got divorced."
"She was afraid of flying," said Mom. "Which makes it very hard to tour the world."
The conversation turned into a discussion of celebrity gossip, which all four joined. Once again, I felt alone in a car with the rest of my family.
* * * *
As we got close to the beach house, Meg asked me, "Which of us did you think put on the best show while we sang?"
"Honestly, I couldn't tell you apart. With those wigs, identical bikinis, and sunglasses, you all looked the same. You moved around a lot. I think your high heels had different heights as your usual height lineup wasn't there."
Olivia said, "They weren't the same. Some of us like higher heels than others."
I thought about mentioning I could tell Mom apart from behind but decided against it because it'd be an implied insult. Instead, I said, "At the table when you three were talking like the Swedish Chef, I didn't know who was who. Talking like that makes you sound different enough that I couldn't place you by your voices. And you kept moving your hands like the Swedish Chef, so I couldn't use your usual hand gestures to place you. I could tell who Mom was as she was the one who wasn't talking."
Next to me, Mom said in a sing-song voice, "Loopa loopa ver snugin der skadoo da flookin flookin."
All of my sisters cracked up. Maybe it hadn't been Mom who hadn't talked? I wasn't sure at all now.
"What tanning lotion are we wearing tomorrow?" asked Tracie. A discussion followed about the merits of different tanning lotions and how much each of them wanted to tan this weekend. Again, I tuned out until we pulled up in front of the beach house.
"Here we are," I announced.
I let them get out of the car and file up the stairs. I followed along behind, making sure all of them safely got into the house. The girls all went up the stairs to their bedrooms. Mom started doing something with the windows.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"The windows all have shutters which block out the light. It's so that people can't tell if this beach house is occupied or not from the street. As you are going to be sleeping in the living room, I don't want you awakened by the morning light."
"Thanks."
"The couch can be flattened out. Do you want me to help you do that?"
I looked at the couch. "No, I'll be fine. I'll sleep with my back against the couch back."
Mom went into her bedroom. I went into the kitchen and made a sandwich. As I was eating it, Tracie came in. She got a box of Wheat Thins from the pantry. She joined me at the bar. "Have a good time tonight?"
"I did while you were singing."
A concerned look came across her face. "And the rest of the time?"
"Not really."
"You were quiet on the drive home from the bar. Something bothering you?"
"No. When the four of you talk girl stuff, I don't have anything to say. I tune out. It was a boring drive for me. I'm glad I managed to stay awake. But then again, I drank a lot of tea on the drive out."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Tracie took a handful of Wheat Thins and put the box away. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
Tracie left the kitchen.
I finished my sandwich, put the dishes into the dishwasher, turned off the lights in the kitchen, and turned off the lights in the living room. Man, it was pitch dark. I had to turn the lights back on so I could picture the furniture exactly. I turned off the lights and walked down the space between the small couch and the coffee table while feeling the coffee table with my hand. When I got to its end, I sat down on the big couch. I tried stretching out on the couch and found it was big enough for me. I then sat back up. I wasn't sleepy yet.
I heard a sound and looked up to see a flashlight. I heard Olivia's voice ask, "Craig?"
"I'm on the couch."
As the flashlight moved down the stairs, Olivia said, "It's really dark in here with no light on."
"Mom set it up that way. It's so the morning light won't wake me."
"And it's also so that no one can see us in our nightshirts and bikinis from the road." Olivia took a few more steps. All I could see was the flashlight. "Meg made us all matching nightshirts for the weekend." Olivia reached the bottom of the stairs and walked over to my couch. "See?" She turned the flashlight on herself and briefly modeled a blue nightshirt which hugged her curves quite closely and came down a little below her crotch. I hadn't paid much attention to my sisters' looks before tonight, but I was more aware now. All had looked great in their skimpy bikinis. Olivia briefly modeling her nightshirt in poor light had me wishing I could see more, something I had never thought about one of my sisters.
Olivia sat down on the couch next to me and turned off the flashlight. "Tracie said that you didn't have a good time tonight."
"That's not true. I had a good time watching you sing."
"Okay," Olivia said in her don't-split-hairs-with-me voice. "Other than that, you didn't have a good time tonight."
I had been thinking over what I had told Tracie, so I had some thoughts to share with Olivia. "You and Meg and Tracie and Mom are all close, and that's great. I'm really glad for you. I'm not close that way with either Mom or Dad. Or with my friends. But that closeness leaves me excluded."
It was weird being in the pitch dark with my sister. I knew she was next to me on the couch, but I couldn't see her at all.
"I can see that," said Olivia. "I wish I could say I know a solution to that, but I don't. The point of this weekend is for Mom and us to remain close."
"Has Mom told you before about her dates before she met Dad?"
"No," said Olivia with a slight chuckle. "Or maybe just vaguely. Nothing as detailed as tonight. The retreat already is more fun with you here instead of Dad."
"The retreat was a lot more fun for me when Dad went. I hosted parties at our house the whole time you were gone. I was looking forward to doing that again. I think that's why I'm so bummed this evening. I had been looking forward to hosting these great parties, and, instead, I get to listen to my mom and my sisters discuss suntan lotion." I sighed.
Olivia was quiet for a bit before saying, "Is there anything we can do to make it better for you?"
I thought that over. "Talk to me occasionally one-on-one like this. This lets me know you care; that this weekend isn't all about you four having a great time while I'm left out."
"Okay. I'll tell everyone that. Oh, earlier, I forgot to say thank you for handling Ray and his friends. When Meg pitched the idea of us being the Swedish Bikini Singing Team, one of the real concerns was that some guys would come over to our table and not leave."
"So you came up with the idea of talking in fake Swedish."
"Yeah. And it worked well. We should have given you some sort of a heads-up, but we decided to keep the Swedish Bikini Singing Team a secret in case we got cold feet at the last minute. You picked up on us talking in Swedish quickly and handled it brilliantly. So thanks from not just me, but all three of your sisters." I heard Olivia fumble for the flashlight. She turned it on, got up, and went back upstairs. When she reached the top, she said, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
* * * *
Once Olivia left, I stripped down to my underwear, took the pillow and blanket which were on the coffee table, and tried to go to sleep. Maybe it was the caffeine. Maybe it was the rush of seeing my family sing in their hot Swedish Bikini Singing Team outfits. But for some reason, I didn't feel sleepy.
I sat back up. I thought about getting my phone. It was charging in the kitchen. But I didn't want to stumble around in the dark to try to find it. I'd definitely get a flashlight for tomorrow night.
I then saw a light on the stairs. One of my sisters was coming down. I waited for her to identify herself, but she didn't. The stairs ran along one wall of the living room for about two-thirds of their length, then there was a landing, and then the stairs came straight out into the living room. When my sister reached the landing, she pointed her flashlight at me. After having been in the dark for so long, the light felt blinding. I raised my hand to shield my eyes and asked, "Olivia?"
"Shhhhhhush!"
I watched my sister make her way down the rest of the stairs. I could faintly see that she was barefoot and wearing a dark blue nightshirt. It was the same as the one Olivia had worn, but, apparently, all my sisters were wearing similar nightshirts. My sister made the rest of the way down the stairs and came over to my couch. I pulled the blanket a little higher up to cover up more, as I was only wearing my underwear. I kept waiting for my sister to speak, but she never did. She turned off the flashlight, and I heard her set it on the coffee table. A few moments later, I felt her put her hands on my arms. She quickly moved her hands up to my wrists. She pulled my hands forward onto her tits.
"What the-," I said
"Shhhhhhush!"
And then she was kissing me. I was too stunned to offer any resistance. Did I want to offer any resistance? Her lips felt hot against mine as she pressed hers more firmly against mine. My hands began squeezing her tits almost on their own. Which sister was this? I had no idea. And she wasn't giving me any clues.
I was now twisted to be facing down the couch. My sister had moved between my legs and was pushing me downward as she continued kissing me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. Her hands left my wrists, and I felt the blanket being tossed aside. Moments later, I felt her hands on my stomach. They quickly moved down to my underwear. She slipped her fingers into my underwear on the sides and began to pull it down. I raised my ass, and she quickly pulled my underwear down some more. She broke off the kiss and pulled my underwear the rest of the way off.
I was absolutely confused. I couldn't imagine any of my sisters doing anything like this. And yet one was doing this. And I had no idea which.
My sister slid her hand up my leg up to my crotch. She grasped the base of my cock firmly, and I felt her mouth closing on my cock. I moaned.
"Shhhhhhush!"
And then her mouth was back on my cock. It felt hot, wet, and wonderful as it took in more of my length. My sister kept one hand on the base of my cock and the other on my leg. She was giving me a blowjob by braille. I felt her pull her mouth back up my cock, her lips locked around it in a tight seal. She stopped for a few moments with her lips just below the crown of my cock before dropping her head down again, taking even more of my cock into her mouth.
I reached out and ran my fingers through my sister's hair as she continued to bob up and down on my cock. Feeling her hair gave me no clue as to which sister it was as all of them had about the same length of hair. I certainly wasn't going to notice the difference in the pitch dark as it was flung around by the motion of her head.
I struggled to think of some other way of identifying my sister. I could push her off me and try to beat her to the flashlight. But that would mean an end to this blowjob, and I didn't want it to end. I knew this was wrong and that I should stop my sister, but a hard cock doesn't have a conscience. And she was a great cocksucker, much better than any of my former girlfriends. Once my cock was wet, she took the hand which was on the base up to the wet portion, wetted her hand, and began using it on the lower half of my cock as her mouth worked magic on the top half.
And then I was coming. I hadn't lasted very long. Maybe it was because I hadn't had sex in a couple of months. Maybe it was the sexy-as-hell show my family had put on. Or maybe it was because of the wildness of getting a blowjob in the pitch dark from a sister who hadn't identified herself.
My sister kept sucking my cock as I came, slurping all of my cum down. Damn, she was a great cocksucker. She hadn't had any problems handling my big load.
Once I stopped coming, I heard my sister turn. I heard her pick up the flashlight and get off the couch.
"Shhhhhhush!" she said one last time before turning on the flashlight. She quickly made it across to the stairs. Again, all I could tell about her was that she was wearing one of the Girls Retreat nightshirts. She quickly but quietly climbed the stairs and was gone.
* * * *
Which sister had it been? My first thought was Olivia. She had seen how dark it was downstairs. She knew that there wouldn't be enough light to identify her. She had seemed very concerned about me being unhappy. What better way to cheer me up than to give me a blowjob?
But her visit hadn't the least sexual vibe. It was more like a mother hen checking in on one of her chicks. Didn't she have a boyfriend? I tried to think back to conversations back at the bar while we were waiting for the Swedish Bikini Singing Team to make its way to the top of the list. No one mentioned her boyfriend then, so she probably didn't have one.
I knew so little about my sisters. Which one was likely to be great at giving head? I had no idea. Olivia worked in HR at a big corporation. Meg was an elementary school art teacher and did lots of craft projects, many of which she sold. Meg had been engaged and was now single. Tracie was an editor/proposal writer at a small consulting company. I had no idea if she was dating anyone currently. I couldn't remember her mentioning a boyfriend.
None of them talked to me. They talked among themselves. And I had been fine with it that way until one of them sucked my cock.
All three of them had stayed in this beach house before. All of them would have known how dark the downstairs was when the windows were set to block out the light. Olivia had been nonplussed about the darkness when she came to talk to me.
Meg was the one who had first hugged me in the car. She had talked to me at the convenience store. She had asked me who put on the best show when they sang. I felt she had the warmest relationship with me of the three.
But she was the only one who didn't know that I was unhappy with the trip so far. She might have gone straight to bed after we got home. Or Tracie and Olivia had told her what I had said after they had talked with me. I had no idea what had happened on the girls' floor.
And then there was Tracie. She seemed the one most bothered by my being unhappy. But she was the one who had talked to me the least. She was much less of an initiator than Olivia and Meg.
I pulled on my underwear, pulled up the blanket, and tried to think of something I was missing. But I drifted off before making any progress.
* * * *
I awoke to the sound of my sisters coming down the stairs. I grabbed my bag and headed into the downstairs bathroom. The downstairs bathroom had doors into Mom's bedroom and the living room and also served as the master bathroom. I pissed and then took a shower. I was in a better mood this morning. I strongly suspected having my cock sucked had something to do with that. I still had no idea who had done it. Would she do it again tonight? I had absolutely no way to know.
After I showered and changed, I went into the kitchen. It was almost nine, and I could see Mom and my sisters out on the beach, lying on chaise lounges. They were wearing the same bikinis as they wore last night. And they still looked damn fine in them. I quickly made breakfast and went out to join them.
When I arrived, Tracie said cheerfully, "Happy National Junk Food Day! Be sure to have plenty of junk food today to celebrate!"
Olivia added, "Eat some in my name."
I smiled as I sat down in an empty chair. "I'll see if I can make that sacrifice. How is everyone this morning?" I asked cheerfully.
"Fine," was the general response.
"I slept well last night," I said as I checked out each of my sisters. "Almost like a log." Whose tits had I felt last night? Whose lips had kissed me? Whose mouth had sucked me off? Really, the tits were the only feature that I had the remotest chance of identifying, but I hadn't squeezed them for very long. "It was super dark in the living room once the lights were off. The couch was very comfortable." As I spoke, I checked out each of my sister's tits. I quickly gave it up as useless. As Olivia and Meg were lying on their backs and Tracie was sitting up, I didn't think I could fairly compare the three of them. I'd need them all to sit or stand up to be able to judge them well. Even if all of them were sitting up together in a line, I had no idea what I was looking for. I could have squeezed any of their tits last night.
Mom said, "Craig, let's go inside and talk."
Shit! I was majorly busted for checking out my sisters. I shouldn't have stared at their tits so much.
I walked into the house after Mom. Once we were in the kitchen, she said, "The girls tell me that you said you weren't too happy about how yesterday had gone except for watching us sing."
This isn't what I wasn't expecting Mom to talk to me about, so I was relieved to discuss this topic. "Yeah. You and the girls had a great time last night, but I didn't." Until I had a mystery visitor.
"I'm sorry about that, but it's the way it's going to be. Your sisters are all struggling right now, and they need to have a great time this weekend to pick them up. This weekend is going to be one of the sacrifices you have to occasionally make for family. All of us have made sacrifices for you in the past."
I couldn't remember any sacrifices that made my sisters had ever made for me, but I wasn't going to argue about that. "How are they struggling?" I hadn't seen any signs of any of them being unhappy.
"They are. Things haven't gone the way they expected. They are all smart, attractive, and good at their jobs. When I was their age, life was good for people like that. But instead of happiness, they're experiencing frustration. I don't want to say anymore as it's their choice regarding how much you know about their personal lives. What matters is that they need you to cater to them, and as family, it's your job to step up and be there for them even though you don't want to. Your father didn't have a good time the last four years, but he came along because he loved his family. If he was here, he'd tell you to make do the best you can. It's only for a few days. There are plenty of snacks you can eat to cheer you up."
That gave me an inspiration. "You know, the snacks and drinks are intended for the girls. It'd be nice if you went to the store and bought some things for me."
Mom frowned. "Like what."
"Doritos. Arnold Palmer Tea. A six-pack of Anchor Steam. Oreos. And some ice cream."
"Why don't you go to the store and get them?"
"What if while I was gone, some guys came along the beach and started giving the girls a bad time? Don't you want me here while they are out there?"
Mom frowned but didn't have a comeback. "Okay. I'll go to the store; you stay here with the girls."
Mom left the kitchen toward her bedroom, and I headed back out to the beach. When I got there, I announced, "Mom's going to the store to get some snacks for me. I won't survive for very long on Wheat Thins and wine coolers."
"Speaking of wine coolers," said Meg. "Why don't you go get us one each?"
"Why don't you go get them?"
"Because it's the girls' retreat. You're supposed to wait on us, hand and foot." The other girls laughed.
"No way."
"Don't you want a good report to Mom when she comes back?" asked Olivia.
I frowned a little. "I do."
"Then get us each a wine cooler," said Tracie.
I was about to leave but stopped. "On one condition - answer a question for me. Did one of you come downstairs for a snack last night?" I hoped my mysterious visitor would discretely identify herself.
"Not me," said Tracie.
"Nor me," said Olivia.
"Ditto," added Meg.
"Maybe you had a dream last night," said Tracie. "While you were sleeping like a log." My sisters laughed.
"Maybe it was a wet dream," tossed out Meg. The girls laughed some more.
"I thought boys outgrew that," added Olivia in a slightly sneering tone. "But it does sound like something did get wet last night." The girls cracked up.
I stalked off. I hadn't learned who visited me last night. But I had learned that my sisters who hadn't visited me knew who did and what they did. And they weren't going to tell me. Once again, they were ganging up on me.
* * * *
When I brought back the wine coolers, I glanced at the book in Tracie's hands. "What are you reading?"
"Outlander," said Tracie as she held up a book.
"What's it about?"
"It's a time-traveling romance. It's been made into a series on Netflix."
"Okay."
Olivia held up a magazine. "Doing crossword puzzles."
"Okay." I turned toward Meg. "And you?"
Meg held up her book. "What To Do After The Break-Up. A self-help relationship book. I'm addicted to them."
"Learning anything useful?"
"Not really." Meg set her book aside. "The thing you have to realize, and it took me a while to realize this, is that self-help books are always wrong. They are written to apply broadly, so they never apply to your specific case. So I read them more to be aware of issues than to learn something I can use. And you?"
"I brought a book, but I have to read the whole school year. I don't like to read in the summer. I'm going to go get wet."
* * * *
I swam out in the ocean for a few minutes and then returned to my sisters. They were content to lie out. I was restless. Whenever I sat for any length of time, I thought back to last night. There was so much to wrestle with. Should I feel bad about last night? My initial thought was, "No". It had happened so fast that I didn't have a chance to think through a response. It wasn't like I had asked one of my sisters to give me a blowjob or I had seduced one of my sisters into giving me a blowjob.
But my second thought was more unsettling. I had enjoyed getting a blowjob from one of my sisters. I had enjoyed feeling her tits. And that had carried over this morning to blatantly checking out my sisters. All day, I continued to check them out. All day, I wrestled with the thought of getting another visit tonight. Did I want another visit? I knew the answer should be "No", but the answer which kept coming back was, "Wouldn't it be cool?"
My sisters didn't seem bothered that one of them had given me a blowjob. Or was it that the two who hadn't done it closed ranks when others were around, but were critical when it was just the three of them? Whenever Mom went in, I'd go out into the water and my sisters had quite animated conversations.
I spent a lot of my time out in the ocean. When I wasn't, I used the opportunity to judge the relative breast size of my sisters without hopefully being too obvious. Olivia had the smallest breasts, Meg the largest, with Tracie in between. The difference wasn't big, but was noticeable in their bikinis. I tried imagining the size of the breasts I felt last night. Were they Meg-sized or Olivia-sized? Were they not Meg-sized or not Olivia-sized? I couldn't remember. What I could remember was that the breasts had felt great in my hands.
Sometimes when I was out in the water, one of my sisters would come out to talk to me. When Olivia came out, she asked me about the book I'm reading. "It's a spy story where the hero is battling terrorists who want the materials to make a nuclear weapon. He's got a Ph.D. in Nuclear Physics, is an expert in close combat, and beds every woman he meets."
Olivia chuckled. "Sounds pretty typical."
"Makes me want to get a Ph.D. in Nuclear Physics. It must be easy if the hero had the time while doing it to become an expert in close combat and bedding women."
That made Olivia laugh. "How do you like lifeguarding?"
"A lot. Good pay, easy work." I told her lifeguarding stories for a while until she swam back.
When Meg came out, I asked, "What are we doing tonight?"
Meg replied perkily, "It's a secret!"
"A secret that Olivia and Tracie already know?"
Meg frowned slightly. "Nothing we do this weekend will be a surprise to Olivia, Tracie, or Mom. When I started planning this weekend, I pulled together a list of things we could do and had everyone vote on it. We've already done at least once all the things that are close to here and we want to do, so we will be doing things we've done before. The only way to keep things a little fresh is for me to keep secret exactly what we're doing when."
"Why not tell everyone what we're going to do?"
"Because I want the weekend to be as fun as possible. One of the things you learn fast as an elementary school teacher is that things have to be fun. My kids wouldn't learn a lick about art if I didn't make it fun for them. Keeping little secrets may sound corny, but it gives me something to be enthusiastic about, and enthusiasm is contagious."
I agreed with Meg's wisdom on the importance of fun. "What do you think of these weekends?"
"I feel like this is really important to do. I'm sorry we exclude you, but this weekend is about the four of us baring our souls to each other. When we get together for the holidays, there's too much busyness to have serious talks, and you and Dad are always around. Because we've bared our souls on these weekends, throughout the year we can be supportive and deliver the hard news which sometimes someone needs to hear. But you don't get that soul-baring if you don't have a lot of fun together first. And what I fear most is that these weekends will get boring, and people won't make time to do them because they have more appealing ways of spending their time. Speaking of fun, would you get us another round of wine coolers?"
"Okay."
Later, Tracie surprised me when she was alone with me out in the ocean. "Do you ever think about our half-sisters?"
"What? No. I never think of them. I've never met them. One is Joyce. The older one is..." I couldn't recall her name.
"Casey."
"That's it. They're much older than us. I have a tough enough time relating to you, Meg, and Olivia, and you're much closer to my age than they are."
"Do you know why Dad divorced his first wife?"
I thought the answer was obvious. "Because they didn't get along."
"Well, of course," said Tracie. "But do you know what they argued the most about?"
"No."
"Casey came out gay. Her mom supported her. Dad couldn't handle it. He started arguing with her mom, and they eventually divorced. Dad then married Mom, and we came along."
"Okay."
"Mom's kept in touch with Dad's ex-wife. Letting her know he's still alive. Casey has two kids, both in elementary school."
I didn't see the point of discussing Casey. "Like I said, much older than us."
Tracie was quiet for a while. "I think about them every so often. I'd like to meet them. Family is so important to me." She added sadly, "I feel like family is all I have right now."
* * * *
We went out for dinner at a little seafood place, and then Meg plugged an address into my phone. When we pulled up to the place, Meg cried out enthusiastically, "Miniature golf!"
Miniature golf didn't appeal to me, but I went along. When I paid for our round, the cashier said, "No parties bigger than four. You'll have to split up."
Mom said, "I'll golf with Craig."
Mom and I went first. Once we finished the first hole, my sisters started it as Mom and I moved on to the second hole. As Mom and I golfed, I heard my sisters laughing. Mom and I spoke little more than to announce our strokes for each hole.
On the sixth hole, I told Mom, "Go play with my sisters."
"What? I'm fine golfing with you."
"You'll have a lot more fun with them, Mom. You're here to have fun with them. I'm old enough that I can golf by myself."
"Are you sure?" Mom asked with a hint of relief in her voice.
"I'm sure, Mom."
Mom walked back to my sisters. I soon heard her laughing along with them.
I quickly finished the course. I thought about going inside and playing video games, but I decided to sit on the bench at the end of the course and wait for my family. I was security, so I wanted to stay within shouting distance. I thought about pulling out my phone but decided to just think.
Last night, had Meg decided to make the weekend not boring for me by slipping down to give me a blowjob? That was consistent with what she had said earlier. Or had Meg given her speech about the importance of it being fun for everyone, and Olivia as the oldest sister had taken on the responsibility of doing something special for me? Or had Tracie made the sacrifice as family was so important to her? There was no way to know. I was just chasing my tail.
Was my whining about not having fun yesterday the reason I got a blowjob? Should I whine when my family finished golfing to increase my chances of getting another visit? Did I want another visit tonight?
I stood up and shook out my legs. I was in a much better mood tonight than yesterday. Yes, today at the beach had been boring. But lifeguarding was boring. Every lifeguard hoped that their shift would be boring. I had always considered my sisters to be a three-headed hydra that was constantly attacking me, but they weren't attacking me now. They were trying their best to get along with me, though sadly we just didn't have much in common. So, no whining when my family rejoined me
I sat back down and was hit by the realization that it had always hurt me that they were so close and I was excluded. Based on my talk with Meg, I now knew that their closeness came from their willingness to bare their souls to each other. I wasn't willing to do that. Suddenly, my sisters' little club was something that I didn't want to join. I had reached the point where I admired their closeness but didn't want to be part of it. And now, I was content to sit on a bench alone and listen to them and my mom laugh in the distance.
* * * *
After mini-golf, Meg gave me another address to go to. It turned out to be a bar with live music. We got a rectangular table. My sisters sat against the wall, facing the band. Mom and I turned our chairs around to watch the band. The band was loud enough that you had to speak practically into someone's ear for them to hear you. When the waitress came over, I ordered strawberry daiquiris for my family and a beer for me. The band did covers of soft rock songs - not what I was interested in listening to. After a while, I turned my chair around so I was facing the table again, whipped out my phone, and started reading the latest memes as I nursed my one beer for the night.
After I had been on my phone for a few minutes, I felt a foot slide down my lower leg to my ankle. I looked up. My sisters were all innocently watching the band. I looked for some recognition that something unusual had happened. When I didn't get one, I lowered my head back to my phone. I thought I heard my sisters' laughter over the band.
Half a minute later, I felt a foot from another angle stroke my leg. After a couple of strokes, I looked up quickly to see if I could catch someone stretching. Once again, all of my sisters were innocently watching the band. When I looked down at my phone, once again I heard my sisters laugh.
I thought about pulling my foot out of the range of their feet, but then I decided to let them have their fun. I kicked off my flip-flop and stuck my foot out so it was right in front of Meg, who was in the center. I went back to my phone. Feet began rubbing my leg again. I'd feel one foot from one angle, it'd withdraw, and then I'd feel a foot from another angle. My sisters must have worked out a method of signaling whose turn it was.
I looked up to try to catch who was rubbing my foot, and, to my surprise, Olivia was now in the center. When my sisters saw the surprised look on my face, they laughed.
The rest of the time in the bar, my sisters played footsie with me. They used both feet, rubbed both sides of my leg, regularly changed seats, and did whatever they could to disguise who was playing footsie with me. I'd occasionally look up from my phone, and they'd all be watching the band with innocent looks on their faces, and then they'd laugh as soon as I lowered my head back to my phone.
When the band took a break, Mom stood up. "They were really good," she said, "but I'm ready to go back."
"Me too," said Tracie with a big smile. "I had a great time listening to them."
Olivia and Meg enthusiastically agreed. I rolled my eyes.
* * * *
"Goodnight," said my sisters as they climbed the stairs to their bedrooms.
"Goodnight," I replied.
I looked around, memorizing how to get to the big couch before turning off the lights. I made my way there and stripped down to my underwear. I then sat on the couch, listening. Would I get another visitor tonight? I waited impatiently to find out.
After what seemed like a long time, I saw light from upstairs. One of my sisters emerged and started down the stairs. This time, I didn't call out any names. I knew I wouldn't get any response. This time, she didn't say "Shush". All I could tell about her was that she was barefoot and was wearing a short, dark blue nightshirt. She was carrying something, and I quickly realized it was a towel. When she reached the landing and turned, she pointed the flashlight at me. I guessed that was to ruin what night vision I had built up.
When my sister got to the coffee table, she turned off the flashlight. Was it the same sister as yesterday? I had no idea. I heard rustling sounds for a few moments, after which I heard/felt her get on the couch next to me. I turned toward her. She touched one of my legs with a hand and then touched the other with her other hand. She quickly positioned me so that once again I was turned to look down the couch with my legs apart. I could tell she was moving toward me, and then I felt her naked tits press against my chest. She kept moving forward, sliding her tits up my chest until she kissed me on the base of the right side of my neck. I wrapped my arms around her as she slowly kissed up my neck. My hands found her bare ass. I squeezed it as she continued kissing. I tried using the parts of the body I was feeling - her lips on my neck, her tits on my chest, her pussy against my crotch, her ass in my hands - to picture which sister it was, and I drew a blank.
I turned my head to kiss my sister, but she used her head to push me back. When she reached the top of my neck, she got off the couch while taking my hand. She had me stand up before pulling my underwear down and off me. Wordlessly, she guided me around the coffee table to the rug on the other side. She pushed me to lie down on my back on the rug. Once I was fully lying down, I realized she had put a towel on the rug. I heard her get down next to me. She used her hands to position my upper body in the center of the towel. I felt her hand slide down my body until it touched my waist, and then she climbed over me while grasping my cock with one hand. I reached out and cupped her ass as she took my cock into her mouth.
I had never done a sixty-nine with a girl before. My sister's pussy was above my head, so I had to bend my head forward to reach her pussy. I parted her pussy lips with my tongue and took a lick. She was very wet. Her pussy had a tangy taste that I liked. I explored her pussy briefly until I found her clit. I gave it some quick licks and then went back to licking the rest of her pussy.
My sister was using a much different style of cocksucking than last night. She didn't take as much cock into her mouth and didn't suck as vigorously. She was using more hand action than what was done last night. Was it a different sister? Or was it the same sister changing things up? The sister last night had wanted me to come as quickly as possible. I was guessing this sister wanted me to come after I made her come.
So I attacked her pussy with gusto while holding her hips in my hands. It was so strange to try a new sex position in the complete dark while trying to minimize the noise. She'd moved her pussy around as I licked her to guide me to where she wanted me to lick. That was the only feedback I got. I tried to picture my sister's body relative to mine. Was this Olivia? She was the tallest of my sisters. But the height difference wasn't much. As I had never sixty-nined with a girl before, I didn't have any standards for judging how tall the sister I was having sex with was.
I pushed my sister forward so I could more easily get to her clit and then started concentrating on it. As I licked it, she moved her crotch around to position my tongue where she wanted it. I felt weird keeping my tongue still and having the girl move her clit instead of me moving my tongue to where the girl told me she wanted it. Her mouth and hand were working magic on my cock, but I couldn't focus on that as I wanted to do a good job of eating her out. I prided myself on doing a good job of pussy eating.
As I continued wiggling the tip of my tongue on my sister's clit, I brought up one finger and slipped it into her slick pussy. I slowly fucked her with my finger as I continued tickling her clit.
Suddenly, I was coming. I had wanted to outlast my sister, but the pleasure had been too much for me. I slowed my pussy licking as the waves of pleasure flowed over me. Squirt after squirt filled my sister's mouth. Her style while I was coming felt different than last night, but I couldn't say how. Was it because it was a different sister? Or was it because we were in a different position? Or was she just using a different style to throw me off?
Once I was done coming, my sister twisted off me. She used her hands to guide me to reverse positions, so I was on top and she was on the bottom. I resumed licking at her clit while slowly fingerfucking her. She gave my cock little kisses as I worked on her.
After a few minutes, I felt my sister shudder. I slid my finger out as I slowed my licks on her clit. Now, I was glad that I was on top. My face was very wet with her juices, but at least they weren't flowing onto me. When my sister seemed to be done coming, I rolled off her.
I heard sounds. I guessed my sister was using the towel to clean up her juices. I sat up next to her. I felt her sitting up. She put her hands on me, eventually bringing a hand up to my shoulder. She then tenderly wiped my face with one end of the towel, hopefully a dry end. When she was done, she gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
My sister stood up. She worked her way around the side of the coffee table closest to the stairs. I stood up and worked my way around the other side of the coffee table. My sister reached for the flashlight, turned it on, and pointed out my underwear. I grabbed it, sat down on the couch, and started pulling it on. My sister walked around the small couch and headed for the stairs. Again, all I could tell about her was that she was wearing a short, dark blue nightshirt and was carrying a towel.
* * * *
The next morning, Meg was in the kitchen when I came in after showering. A glance out the window revealed the rest of my family was at the beach.
"Good morning," I said.
"Good morning. Have any good dreams last night?" Meg asked with a big smile.
"I did," I said happily. "And you?"
"I don't remember. And if I did, it was nothing like sixty-nining with someone."
Was it Meg last night? Or was it another sister who told her what she had done?
I got a bagel, sliced it in two, and put it into the toaster. Meg didn't have any food in front of her and wasn't moving to get some. "What are you doing here?"
"I was nominated to tell you that you aren't to say a word about your dream to Mom. Either of them."
"It'd be stupid to tell her about them."
Meg shrugged. "People do stupid things every day. Tracie told you about Dad disowning his first family because one of his daughters was gay. How would he respond if Mom told him that his children were having sex?"
Something I hadn't considered. "Probably not well."
"Exactly."
"Was it your idea to play footsie with me last night?"
Meg asked innocently, "Did someone play footsie with you last night?"
I rolled my eyes. Meg got off her chair and said, "I'll grab some wine coolers and go."
"Can I ask you a question before you go?"
Meg sat back down in her chair. "Ask."
"Mom said that all of you were really hurting. I'm not seeing that. What's going on with you, Olivia, and Tracie that this weekend is such a big deal for you?"
Meg sighed for a bit. "I can't speak for Olivia or Tracie, but I can tell you what's going on with me."
"That'd be great."
"Well, you knew I was engaged."
"Steve. I met him last Christmas. Seemed like a great guy."
"He was. Is. Very funny but could be serious when he should be serious and very romantic when I wanted him to be very romantic."
I was trying to remember everything I knew about Steve. "You two met at a bar."
"Correct. I was there with a girlfriend. We both swiped right and started talking. We hit it off right away. We fell for each other very quickly. Two months later, we moved in together."
"He writes scripts for a YouTube comedy channel."
"He does. Like I said, a very funny guy. It doesn't pay all that great, but he says it beats working for a living. We're both very creative but in different ways. We were very compatible. I got along with all his friends, and he got along with all my friends."
Sounded like a dream come true. "And then something happened."
"Fights. Our first fight was two weeks after we moved in together. It was over something minor. He raised his voice a little. I raised my voice a bit more. And we wound up yelling at each other. He finally went into our bedroom and slammed the door. We stayed separate for about an hour, he came out, we both apologized and moved on. I had never had a fight like that with a boyfriend, and he had never had a fight like that with a girlfriend. We both assumed it'd be a one-time thing."
I was beginning to see where this was going. "But it wasn't."
"After that fight, I got a self-help relationship book and read it. I thought I figured out what led to the fight. I talked to Steve about what I had read, and we felt pretty good about things. And then two months after our first fight, we had a second one. We both quickly escalated to yelling at the top of our lungs at each other. This time, I went into the bedroom and slammed the door when I had had enough. Again, we cooled down separately, I came out, we both apologized and moved on. I got another self-help book, we talked through our issues, and we felt pretty good about things. Steve proposed. I accepted. We started planning our wedding. The fights kept happening."
"In between the big fights, did you have little fights?"
"No. We're both pretty easy people, which made our fights even harder to understand. Each time, it was over something minor. Maybe we had the fights because we're both artistic people?" Meg shook her head sadly. "After each fight, I'd find a new self-help book. I found one that said some marriages were like that; that the couple would regularly have big fights, but then they'd kiss and make up, and everything would be fine afterward. I decided that was the way Steve and I were."
"So what happened to end it all?"
"We had another big fight, and this time Steve said he had had enough of the fights. He went into the bedroom, packed up all his stuff, and left. I was stunned. I waited for him to come back and apologize, but he never did." Tears started running down Meg's cheeks. "When I reached out to him later, he asked for me to give him his ring back." Her voice started cracking. "And that was that."
I stood up, Meg stood up, and I took her into my arms. "I'm so sorry, Meg. I'm so sorry."
I held her for a while as she cried quietly. She eventually pulled away and sat back down. "Breaking up was for the best. The fights were very scary while they were happening. Far better for Steve to walk out while we were engaged than to walk out after we had a couple of kids. But after he left, I was emotionally exhausted. I still don't understand why we fought like we did. We broke up three months ago, and I still don't have the emotional energy to date. At school, I was always excited and enthusiastic for my kids, but when most school days ended, I was a wet dishcloth." Meg sighed and pushed away from the table a little bit. "So I'm glad it's summer. I need to emotionally recharge. That's what I'm hoping to do this weekend."
I hugged Meg around her shoulders before sitting back down again. "Thanks for telling me. Let me know if there's anything I can do for you. Boss me around if it'll make you feel better."
She smiled at the last part. "I'll boss you around even if it doesn't make me feel better. That's what older sisters do." She got out of her chair and opened the refrigerator. "Only two wine coolers left."
"I'll go to the store as soon as I finish breakfast."
Meg thought for a moment. "No, don't go." She flashed me a big smile. "I'll ask Mom to go. You stay here."
* * * *
I followed Meg out to the beach and then kept going, diving into the ocean and swimming for a while. By the time I came back to the chaise lounges, Mom was gone.
"Happy National Penuche Fudge Day!" said Tracie cheerfully.
"What the heck is Penuche Fudge?"
"It's some kind of fudge I haven't had before. We're going to get some after dinner tonight. We'll have a small bite, and you'll eat the rest." Olivia and Meg laughed. Tracie held up a tube of suntan lotion. "Would you please put suntan lotion on my back?"
It was an odd request. "You want me to spray your back?" Yesterday, we had used a spray-on sunblock for our backs.
"I don't think the spray-on works as well as this lotion. It's worked great on my front."
I looked at my other sisters. Meg was working on a crossword puzzle. Olivia looked to be reading Meg's self-help book. Both of them were ignoring us. "Sure."
Tracie laid down on her chaise lounge and then untied the string of her bikini top. She looked so damn sexy lying there. I glanced at my other sisters, and they continued to ignore us. I squirted some lotion onto Tracie's back and started working it in over her shoulders and shoulder blades.
"Your hands feel so good, Craig," Tracie practically moaned.
I thought I heard muted laughter. I looked at my other sisters. Their heads were down over their amusements.
I squirted out some more lotion and started working it in. "I love how the lotion feels on my skin," said Tracie. Her words made my cock stiffen.
Again, I thought I heard muted laughter. Again, my sisters were studiously ignoring us.
I continued applying lotion to Tracie's back, she continued expressing how wonderful the lotion felt and my cock continued to get harder and harder.
When I was finally done, Olivia said, "Do my back now."
I thought I saw Meg snicker. I said, "Okay."
Olivia laid down on her chaise lounge and also untied her bikini top. I squirted some lotion on her shoulders and started working it in. "I didn't realize how strong your hands are," said Olivia in a sultry tone. "I love how you squeeze my muscles. This feels so hot." I thought I heard muted laughter. "I guess the lotion has been out in the sun for a while."
Olivia seemed to try to one-up Tracie in her comments as I applied suntan lotion. Her style was quite different. Tracie had used a higher-pitched, perky tone and her comments were generally innocent appreciation of my applying the lotion. Olivia used a low-pitch, sultry voice and was pretty blatant about how my applying the lotion was getting her hot.
When I was done with Olivia, I wasn't surprised when Meg said she wanted me to put suntan lotion on her back. Meg was very demanding, telling me to press hard at this spot and rub more slowly at that spot. Lots of hearty oh-yeah's and like-that's. Again, I thought I heard muted laughter from Olivia and Tracie as I applied the lotion.
Once I was done with Meg's back, she said, "Now do my legs." If doing Meg's back had been tough on my poor cock, doing her legs was far worse. Meg's bikini showed off the wonderful fullness of her great ass. I didn't slip my hand under her bikini or anything beyond applying lotion to her exposed skin, but she had plenty of great-looking exposed skin. I stayed away from the inside of her legs near her crotch. Meg kept up her constant demands for more attention to her body. And of course, once I was done with Meg's legs, Olivia wanted me to do her legs. Olivia also had a great ass, not as well-rounded as Meg's, but seemed to practically beg me to squeeze it. Then Tracie wanted her legs done. Another great ass, somewhere between Meg's and Olivia's. All my sisters had gotten the great-ass gene from Mom.
Once I was done with Tracie, I said, "I'm off for a quick swim." I could hear my sisters laughing behind me. I swam for a long time. I wasn't going to give my sisters another chance at some mischief.
When Mom returned, I came back in and said, "I'm going for a drive. I'll be back for lunch."
"Where are you going?" asked Mom concernedly.
"It's a surprise." I smiled at her. "Meg isn't the only one who likes to surprise people." I winked at Meg and walked toward the house.
* * * *
When I got back, I started getting out the makings for sandwiches. Mom and my sisters came in. "Where did you go?"
"You'll see after lunch."
They didn't seem happy with that answer. It was fun to be the one keeping secrets for once.
When I was done eating my lunch, I went back out to the minivan. I brought in two kites that I had bought. "Kites?" asked Mom suspiciously.
"Yes. The one time I came here with the youth group, one of the leaders brought some kites. There's always a good, steady breeze off the ocean. They're a lot of fun. For a while."
I assembled the stunt kite and the five of us went out on the beach. With the strong breeze, it was easy to get the stunt kite up into the air. It had two strings; pull on the left and the kite went left; pull on the right string and the kite went right. I flew the kite for a while as my family watched. I thought it was the ideal setup - I was doing something I enjoyed close enough to my family that I was a part of the group, but far enough from my family that they could talk about whatever without me overhearing.
After a while, Tracie came over. "Can I try it?"
"Sure."
I briefly explained how the strings worked before handing the handles over to her. She pulled on the right handle hard, and the kite made a hard right turn and plummeted immediately into the sand.
"Oh, no!" she cried in horror.
I laughed. "It's no big deal." I almost added 'Grace', but thought better of it. I had always known it was a mean joke, and I didn't feel like telling it now. "The sand is soft. Hold the handles still while I get the kite up."
Tracie smiled. I thought she appreciated my minimizing the crash. I threw the kite up, and she was flying it again. I talked with her as she flew it. After a while, I said, "Don't worry about crashing it." I felt she was flying it too passively. "It's more fun flying it if you really move it around." Tracie seemed to relax and pulled hard on the strings. She shouted happily as she made the kite dance. Tracie frequently took a child-like joy in doing things she found fun.
After she had flown the kite for a while, I said, "Mom said that all of you were really hurting. Meg told me about breaking up with Steve. You seem to be in a good mood this weekend. Would you mind telling me what's hurting you?"
"Nothing's hurting me," said Tracie said in a dismissive tone. "I haven't gone through a dramatic breakup or anything."
I wondered if she was not willing to share what was bothering her or if Mom had been wrong when she said all three sisters were hurting.
"But my job..." said Tracie cautiously, like she wasn't sure if she wanted to say this. "My job sucks. I hate my boss. I work way too many hours. It's utterly killed my social life," she said in a sudden torrent.
"Wow. That's awful. I'm sorry to hear it." Tracie glanced at me and then returned to watching the kite. I waited for Tracie to say more. When she didn't, I asked. "Was it that bad from the beginning?"
"Pretty much. In the beginning, my boss told me that they were short a couple of people, and I'd have to work extra to make up for it. He said that the extra work and extra responsibility would be good for me, helping me get a lot of experience quickly. So I was fine with it initially. But..." Tracie made a face like she had eaten something bitter. "There's never a plan. Sometime after three, my boss will give me an assignment and say that I have to finish it before going home. Friday afternoon, he'll give me something massive and tell me to come in Saturday and Sunday to work on it. He's there every weekend. So I can't ever commit to attending anything. No point in buying concert tickets. If it's not your birthday or your anniversary, you need to cancel your plans when he wants you to work overtime. Which is all the time. People constantly burn out because of all the overtime, so people leave as fast as we hire new people."
"So there's always a justification for having you work overtime."
"Oh, yes. And it might be okay if my boss was a really nice guy, but he's an asshole. A total perfectionist. If you make the slightest mistake, he rips you apart. I hate it when he calls me into his office."
Tracie was a happy-go-lucky person. It was tough imagining her being perfect in her work. "So no social life, and you hate being at work."
"That sums it up pretty well," Tracie said as she nodded her head.
"Why not quit?"
"Because it'd look bad on my resume. And I'm sure my boss would give me an awful reference. I want out of there so bad, but everyone has told me that I need to work there for two years before looking."
I thought for a moment. "Haven't you been there two years?"
"Almost. I started the Monday after the Girl's weekend two years ago. So I've put enough time in. It was really hard to update my resume because I was so beat whenever I got home. But Meg and Olivia got me through. Olivia gave me a lot of advice on what I should put on my resume. Meg proofread every individual word and checked every fact. She pushed me hard to finish my resume before this weekend, threatening to not let me come unless I did."
This surprised me. "Was she serious?"
"I don't think so. I think she just wanted to motivate me. She knows how much I want another job. All I've had for a social life for the last two years is talking with her, Mom, or Olivia on the phone. They've carried me through these years."
And I was at college, blissfully unaware of the struggles of my sister. Whenever I had seen Tracie, she hadn't wanted to talk about work. She hadn't complained about it to Dad or me. She had her support team, and Dad and I weren't on it.
Eventually, Tracie handed me back the kite and went back to lie down. Meg came over to fly the kite. When she was done, Olivia tried her hand at flying it, and then Mom took her turn. Each of them enjoyed flying it for a while, but not a long while. When we all had flown it as much as we wanted, I reeled in it and took it into the house. When I came back out, I swam for a while. Meg came out into the water with me. We were both up to our necks in the water, raising up and down using our knees as the waves came in to keep our heads above the water.
"Thanks for buying the kite," Meg told me. "It was a lot of fun."
"No problem." Meg was the sister who I got along with best. I was almost certain she had been one of my two visitors. "Who's got the crossword magazine now?"
We turned and faced our family. Meg was to my right. I brought my hand over and squeezed her ass. She pushed it quickly away. "Don't do that!" she said angrily.
"No one can see us."
"It doesn't matter if anyone can see us. It's not appropriate."
I wrinkled my brow. "Playing footsie was okay. Midnight visits were okay. Having me apply lotion while the three of you compete for whoever can moan the most, but my touching your ass when no one can see is inappropriate?"
Meg said, "Have you heard of the novel Fear of Flying?"
"No."
"It's an old novel. It's considered a feminist classic. When each of us got to an appropriate age, Mom gave it to us to read and then discussed it with us for hours. It has lots of sex in it. It coined the term 'zipless fuck'. Have you heard of that?"
I racked my brain. "Doesn't ring a bell."
"A zipless fuck is a fuck for the pure pleasure of fucking. It's between two strangers, and there's no emotional involvement, commitment, or ulterior motives. That type of fuck has tremendous appeal to women. We're always told to not sleep around, to think of our reputations, and not to get into risky sexual situations. I've never had a one-night stand, and neither have Olivia or Tracie. We're not good girls, but we're not sluts. We're in the gray area where all young women find themselves nowadays. Another reason a zipless fuck appeals so much to women is that it's always the woman who has the responsibility for managing the relationship. A fuck with no strings attached means great sex without that weight."
The more Meg talked, the more confused I got. "What does that have to do with my squeezing your ass?"
"I'll get to that."
"I'm not understanding. What would a zipless fuck be like?"
"One of my favorite fantasies is that I'm at a big party with some friends in a huge mansion. I see this really good-looking guy across the room. We make eye contact, but we don't go to each other." Her voice got all soft. "Then there's a hide-and-seek game. I go into a room upstairs and find a hiding place. The good-looking guy comes into the room and goes to my hiding place. He's surprised to see me there. He joins me. He kisses me." Her eyes got glassy. "We begin kissing madly. We begin making out. We can hear people searching, but they're still a ways away. We strip off our clothes. We have marvelous, fulfilling sex and then get dressed just in time for the search party to enter the room." From the way she told it, this was a fantasy that obviously seriously turned her on. "We go our separate ways after we're found, and we never see each other again. That's a zipless fuck. Does that give you a clearer picture of what one is?"
"Yes."
"Zipless fucks have two main problems. The first is why should the guy do anything for the girl's pleasure when he's never going to see her again? At the end of Fear of Flying, the main female character has sex with a stranger on a train, and it's a sexual assault that revolts her. The other problem is that if the sex is great, why would you let the guy get away? Why not arrange to have sex again, to get to know him a little better, and maybe start down the relationship road to see where it goes?"
"Okay. What does a zipless fuck have to with my squeezing your ass?"
"Everything that has happened up until you squeezed my ass has been anonymous. You know it was one of your sisters who did it, but not which one. There's been no commitment, no emotional involvement, and no start down the relationship road. You're still our little brother that we exclude from most of our conversations. It's the closest thing I can imagine to an actual zipless fuck."
I was stunned. Suddenly, her whole discussion of zipless fucks made sense.
Meg continued. "If I let you squeeze my ass, you know and I know. It changes our relationship. It's no longer a brother-sister relationship. It's a sexual, somewhat romantic relationship. I don't want to have that kind of relationship with you."
I nodded. "You're emotionally exhausted. You're not ready for any kind of a relationship."
"Exactly! And Olivia and Tracie don't want a sexual, somewhat romantic relationship with you either. But they're open to having some fun with no commitment and no emotional involvement."
That made sense mostly. "My putting lotion on your bodies?"
"Innocent as can be," said Meg with a big smile. "Though Mom probably wouldn't approve. Again, fun with no commitment or emotional involvement."
I thought that over some more. "Am I getting another visit tonight?"
Meg gave me a coy look. "Maybe. It depends on if anyone wants to visit you. What makes having fun with you so good is that it's totally our choice." Meg smiled broadly. "If you do get another, don't do anything to get her to reveal her identity. The anonymity is vital for keeping it a zipless fuck." She leaned in conspiratorially. "And do whatever she wants. Make it as good as possible for her. Fulfill her zipless fuck fantasy."
"Okay. I will. And thanks for clarifying things for me."
"I've talked to you long enough. Don't want Mom to suspect anything." With that, Meg swam back toward the beach.
* * * *
This story was written by 8letters and published on Literotica
I stayed out in the ocean for a while longer, and when no one else joined me, I swam back in. I went into the house and got the other kite. It was a regular kite. What was special was that the reel for the string was motorized. With the strong breeze from the ocean, I had no problem getting the kite up. I then pressed a button on the reel, and it quickly fed more string to the kite. It didn't take long to get it quite high up there. Flying this kind of kite would get old fast in most situations, but I found it enjoyable because it was something to do with my family that gave me a reason to not be in their conversations.
When the sun was getting low, I reeled the kite back in as the women went in to take their showers. For dinner, we went to a Greek restaurant. After dinner, we stopped somewhere and got penuche fudge. Mom and my sisters each had a small bite, leaving me with three times more fudge than what the four of them ate combined. Meg plugged the address for the evening into my phone. It was almost an hour's drive away. When we got there, it was another club. However, this was more like a small concert than a bar with live music. The main band had a couple of hits twenty years ago, and they had an opening act. We found a table way in the back. To really watch the band, I would have to go stand on the cement floor in front of the stage. As I wasn't interested in the opening act, I was content to watch them from our table. The table was small, so I stood close to the table and slowly sipped my beer. They were loud enough that I couldn't hear Mom and my sisters talking, but I could hear them occasionally laughing. I felt good.
When the main band took the stage, I heard my sisters stand up. I looked over and saw that Mom had a frown on her face. "We'll watch the band for only a while," said Meg loudly to be heard over the music.
I walked with my sisters away from my table. To my surprise, they didn't head straight toward the area in front of the stage. Meg said to me, "We're going to put on our Swedish Bikini Singing Team outfits for a while just for fun. Mom doesn't approve of us doing it."
My sisters went into the women's bathroom and a minute later came out wearing their string bikinis, blond wigs, and high heels. One of my sisters took my arm and guided us to the side of the crowd away from Mom's table. We stood next to a big, well-padded pillar and were on the back fringe of the crowd. The crowd was almost all people in their thirties and forties. My sisters drew several looks from guys in the crowd. I stood in front of my sisters and tried to look mean. Eventually, all the lookers turned their heads back to the band they had paid money to see. I noticed to my right a couple of guys headed toward us. I don't know what my sisters did, but they suddenly stopped and went back the way they came.
Once the crowd was back to watching the band, I relaxed and paid attention to them. I didn't recognize the song the band was playing, but it was okay to listen to. The lead singer made the performance interesting by moving around quite a bit as he sang. When the lead guitarist started his solo, I felt someone take my hand. I looked to my right to see one of my sisters. She guided my hand to her ass as she stepped forward so my arm was perpendicular to my body. She pushed her ass back gently into my hand. I took the hint and started squeezing her ass. It was much like what I had done to Meg earlier, except I had no idea which sister this was. My other two sisters were positioned to block anyone from seeing what I was doing. I rubbed my hand on the smooth contours of my sister's ass and squeezed again. It was an awesome ass, full and round with the right amount of firmness. Was this Meg's ass? I had only got the briefest of feels earlier, so I had no idea. I gave my sister's ass a few more squeezes, the song ended and my sister grabbed my arm and moved it away from her. She stepped back behind me as another sister put her hand on my shoulder to keep me from turning. I looked around in front of us to see if anyone had noticed me groping my sister. The crowd was cheering the band. As the lead singer was introducing the next song, my sisters got a few looks, but they were quick ones. No one kept looking at them for long.
The next song started, and a sister moved into the space to my right. With the poor lighting and their outfits, I couldn't tell which. During the chorus of the song, the sister next to me grabbed my hand and placed it on her ass. Again, I got to grope and squeeze her ass while the other sisters blocked others from seeing. When the song ended, she pushed my hand away. As my sisters shuffled positions, I looked to see if anyone was paying us much attention. Again, it was only glances.
As the band played the next song, for a third time I got to feel one of my sisters' asses for half of the song. Again, I had no idea which sister this was. As they were wearing the same bikini bottoms, their butts felt pretty much the same. The biggest difference was the height, but they could change that by swapping shoes with different heights of heels. It was probably all three sisters, but it could have been one sister three times.
During the next song, my sisters talked quietly amongst themselves. Was I going to get another round of butt squeezes? I had no idea. I remembered Meg saying that what made it fun for my sisters was that what they did was totally their choice. I waited, accepting that whatever fun I had would be whatever my sisters choose to do.
At the start of the next song, one of my sisters moved in front of me. She put her hand against the padded pillar to our left, just like I was doing. My other two sisters positioned themselves to our right. I looked around. We got a few brief looks, but the crowd was here to see the band and not us, so we were ignored. In the middle of the song, my sister in front of me suddenly moved back until her butt was pressing against my crotch. My cock was already standing straight up in my shorts. She maneuvered her butt so that my cock was in her butt crack. She then slowly rubbed her ass back and forth across my cock. When the song ended, my sister moved away from me.
While the crowd clapped and cheered, my sisters moved behind me. As the next song began, my sisters assumed the same positions they had in the prior song. I had no idea which sister was in front of me. Halfway through the song, she too stepped back until her butt was pressed against my crotch. This time, my sister raised and lowered herself, sliding her butt up and down my cock. Jesus, this felt so hot, so evil. To be grinding in the middle of a crowd like this. Once again when the song ended, my sister stepped away from me.
As my third sister started backing up during the next song, she put my hand on her hip. Then she started moving her butt up and down while strongly pushing back against me. Using my hand for leveraging, I was able to seriously dry hump her ass. I was panting by the time the song ended. Again, my sisters moved behind me, but this time one grabbed my arm. The three of them guided me away from the stage and back to the women's bathroom. A couple of minutes later, my three sisters stepped out, dressed as they had when we arrived at the club.
We went back to the table. If Mom had frowned when we left, she looked seriously unhappy when we returned. I turned and watched the band while nursing what little was left of my beer. I'd let my sisters deal with Mom.
When the band left the stage, my sisters and Mom stood up. "We're going to join the crowd for the encores," said Meg. We moved back to where we had watched the band before. No funny business this time as we watched the band perform their two hit songs.
As we walked to the car, all of my sisters said something along the lines of, "That was fun."
Mom said grumpily, "That wasn't on the list of possible things we'd do this weekend."
"It was a surprise," said Meg. "I don't want the weekend to be too predictable."
Had the concert always been in Meg's plans? Or had she decided to do it after I squeezed her ass in the ocean so I could squeeze her ass as I had tried earlier? It hadn't been okay for me to squeeze her ass when I knew it was her ass, but had it been perfectly fine for me to squeeze the asses of my sisters when I didn't know whose ass I was squeezing?
* * * *
After the goodnights, I stripped to my underwear and sat on the big couch. I quickly grew restless, however. Eventually, I stood up and started pacing in front of the couch. Was I going to have a visitor tonight? I had no idea. I kept coming back to Meg saying, "It depends on if anyone wants to visit you". I felt like after the groping at the concert, someone would want to visit me for sex. But what if the third sister didn't want to have sex with her brother? I could definitely see that. Go along with her sisters for some naughtiness but not willing to have incestuous sex.
I reviewed what I had learned today. I learned Meg loves the idea of a zipless fuck. That would clearly give her a motive to have slipped down the first or second night. Except, I haven't fucked anyone, and there's no reason to believe she's into zipless blowjobs. I learned Tracie has had no social life for two years, and probably hasn't had sex in that time. That'd give her a clear motive for slipping down to have sex with me. Except on the first night, I did very little to satisfy a sex-starved woman, and my visitor had apparently been totally fine with that. I did have a sixty-nine with the visitor of the second night, but, if it was Tracie, wouldn't she have wanted to fuck?
Maybe the motive doesn't matter? Maybe the three sisters discussed that I'm unhappy, decided something needed to be done, they came up with the idea of someone giving me a blowjob, and the one who is best at giving head was volunteered for the job? Or maybe I had one sister that got very turned on by performing at karaoke and my unhappiness gave her an excuse for some quick, anonymous sex? Or maybe one of my sisters likes to have sex after she gets sloshed, and I had the only cock she could get to?
There were small details that might help me figure things out if I knew them. When did Meg find out I was unhappy? When did Mom? Why was Mom told that I was unhappy when someone decided to cheer me up?
Why did one of my sisters have sex with me last night? I was already in a much better mood by that evening. Was it that once Sister A had sex with me, Sister B wanted to do it too? That seemed...weak. And it's not like playing footsie drives women wild.
Would someone visit me tonight? I continued to be uncertain. Yes, today had been far more sexual than the earlier part of the trip, but I definitely didn't need cheering up. 'They did it, so I'm going to do it' didn't justify having sex with someone, period; far more so with a sibling.
Or was it the same sister nights one and two, and possibly tonight?
Another possibility is that my sisters would skip tonight and visit me tomorrow night, the final night of our weekend. End the weekend on a high note.
I felt like it had been forever since all the lights were turned off, but I wasn't the least bit sleepy. It was very frustrating to have no control over what happened. But at the same time, nothing would have ever happened if I had had any control over it. Meg had a strong negative reaction when I grabbed her ass in the ocean. I was sure that if I had suggested on the first night that she give me a blowjob, she would have had the same strong negative reaction.
I thought about Meg saying that our fun was something with no commitment and no emotional involvement. Yes, there was no commitment, but I felt emotional involvement. My feelings toward my sisters had changed radically over this weekend. Before the trip, they were annoying people I was happier avoiding. Now, I was very interested in them. This morning when Meg told me about her fights and eventual breakup with Steve, I felt strong emotional pain for her. I had felt awful for Tracie when she told me about how her job was consuming her life. I wanted to know why Olivia was feeling down right now. And I wanted to see all three of them get past their problems to find happiness.
Wasn't it good that I now cared a lot more about my sisters? That I got along with them a lot better? I felt the answer was a resounding "Yes". But I thought about how seriously unhappy Mom looked when we returned from our making out during the concert. We were playing a dangerous game. I hoped it didn't blow up in our faces.
My heart leapt when I saw a light at the top of the stairs. I sat down on the couch and waited for my sister. Should I take off my underwear? I decided against it. I'd start as I always started and let this sister decide when I'd take my underwear off.
I followed her down the stairs closely. She too was wearing the Girls' Retreat nightshirt and carrying a towel. She did point her flashlight at my face when she reached the landing, just like my prior two visitors. She made her way to the couch, grabbed my hand, and had me stand up. She threw the towel on the couch and turned off the flashlight. I heard her set the flashlight on the table and take off her clothes. A few seconds later, I felt her hand touching me. She quickly moved her hands to my underwear. She pulled them down and off me, felt around until she found my hand, and then sat down on the couch, pulling me to sit to her right.
I guessed we were going to have sex on the couch, but I waited for some sort of instruction on exactly how. My sister started kissing me along my neck. Soft, gentle kisses. After five kisses, she stopped, reached out, found my head, and pulled it to her neck. I started kissing her neck like she had kissed mine - soft, gentle kisses. She was sitting with her back against the back of the couch, and I was twisted to face her side. My sister touched me and then felt around until she found my hand. She brought my hand down until it was touching hair over skin - crotch hair. This sister had a well-trimmed bush. She guided my fingers to inside her pussy lips. I continued kissing her neck and the side of her face as I ran my finger up and down her pussy. She was a little wet. I was surprised at how easy it was in the darkness to find my way around her pussy. I quickly found her clit and her vagina. I pictured that she had her legs spread wide to give me maximum access. I was up on my knees now.
For the next few minutes, I kissed my sister along her shoulder while I rubbed my fingers around her pussy. I could hear her breathing, but she didn't moan or give me any other verbal clue as to whether she was enjoying what I was doing to her. I racked my brains for some way to identify which sister this was, but the skin and contour of her neck, face, and shoulder told me nothing, just like rubbing her pussy was telling me nothing. Did the sister last night have a well-trimmed bush like this sister? I couldn't remember. So much had happened in a very short period of time, and I didn't have any visual memories.
My sister put her hand on mine and gently guided it up to her clit. She then moved my finger in a circle around her clit. I took it that that was what she wanted me to do. She pulled her hand away from mine. To my surprise, a few seconds later she wrapped her hand around my neck and pulled my face forward. She kissed me, firmly and passionately while I made the circles she wanted. She broke off the kiss. I could hear her breathing close to me and pictured her sprawled against the back of the couch with her legs wide apart. I continued making the circles. It was a little frustrating to not get any feedback. Was she enjoying my touches? Should I change slightly what I was doing?
I suddenly heard, "Uh...Uh...Uh." I guessed it was my sister coming while trying to make no sound. A few seconds later, she gripped my wrist strongly and moved it away from her.
I relaxed and leaned against the couch's back with my side. Based on the other nights, I assumed that this sister would give me head once she gathered herself, but in a way that was different from the other nights so I wouldn't be able to tell if it was the same person or not.
I heard my sister move. She reached out and touched my chest with her hand. She put her other hand on me and twisted me so my back was pressed against the back of the couch. I felt my sister climb over me. She slid her hand down my chest to my cock. She gripped my cock firmly. After a few moments, the head of my cock brushed some part of my sister's body. A few seconds later, the head of my cock was entering something tight and slick. My sister was slipping my cock into her pussy! She put her hands on both of my shoulders and slowly lowered herself onto my cock. It felt great being inside her. I had no idea what my sister intended. Did she want to fuck? Was she going to now hop off my cock and give me a blowjob? Which sister was this?
I moved my hands to my sister's sides and then slid them up to her tits. I got a brief feel of them before she grabbed my hands and lowered them to her ass. How had those tits felt compared to the tits I had felt two nights earlier? Pretty much the same. Two wonderful breasts which felt great in my hands.
Once my hands were gripping my sister's ass, she put her hands on my shoulders again while pressing her feet into my legs. She started raising herself. I cupped her ass and helped her rise, not helping too much. Again, I wasn't sure if she wanted to fuck or was going to slide off me. Then she started to lower herself, impaling herself on my cock. Damn! She felt great. When she reached the bottom, she began raising herself again. This time, I gave her more help. She began slowly bouncing up and down on my cock in a steady rhythm. I think she was going slow to make as little noise as possible. Mom was sleeping in the master bedroom maybe twenty feet away from us. I did what I could to be silent.
Fucking my sister was amazing. My heart was pounding in my chest, some of which was because of the dangerousness of our fuck. I knew this was wrong, but I was so damn horny that I didn't care. I had spent the day checking out my sexy sisters in their bikinis. Smearing suntan lotion over their bodies while they moaned at my touch while my other sisters watched. At the concert, feeling their asses and having them grind their butts on my cock. I wanted to fuck, my sister wanted to fuck, and fuck was what we happily did. With the total darkness, my senses were all focused on the pleasure my cock was experiencing as it slid in and out of my sister's hot slickness. This was the best fuck of my life.
And then I felt it. I was about to come. Should I warn my sister? If I asked my sister about coming inside her, would she say anything because that would identify her?
It was too late. I was coming inside her, pumping spurt after spurt into her. She stopped moving and rested on my lap as I filled her with cum. She leaned back a bit but kept both hands on my shoulders.
When I was done coming, I felt my sister climb off me. I heard some sounds and then felt the towel being yanked out from underneath me. I thought about lunging for the towel to use it to wipe my crotch, but I couldn't tell where it was. Fortunately, moments later my sister tossed me the towel. I stood up and used it while I listened to the sounds of her dressing. She turned on the flashlight, took the towel from me, and walked toward the stairs. I think she had some of the towel pressed against her crotch. As she climbed the stairs, I looked for some clue as to which sister I had just fucked, but I didn't see any.
* * * *
I came into the kitchen after my morning shower to find no one waiting for me. I looked out over the beach and saw my family there. Tracie noticed me and waved to me. I waved back and then went about making breakfast.
As I was finishing buttering my bagel, Mom came into the kitchen. "Good morning, slowpoke."
"Good morning, Mom."
We sat down at the dining table. She asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"
Alarm bells rang in my head. Had she heard me fucking one of my sisters? I tried to calm the panic and act normal. "Yeah. The couch is surprisingly comfortable to sleep on."
"Good. I talked to you two days ago about sucking it up and letting your sisters have a fun time. I wanted to tell you that you've been doing a great job of that. Buying the kites was a great idea. By flying the kites and swimming in the ocean, you've stayed close to us, but not so close that you can hear us talking."
A warm feeling flowed over me. Mom was a good mom and frequently praised me when I did good, but this was one of the few times I felt like she noticed something subtle I had done and was praising me for it. "I've enjoyed the kite flying and the swimming."
"Have you had a good time with your sisters?"
Again, alarm bells rang in my head. Was this a leading question or an attempt at polite conversation? I quickly scrambled for what to say. "I've enjoyed talking with them one-on-one. More so than what I expected. I still would have preferred to have stayed home this weekend, but I'm not having a bad time." Hopefully, that would put Mom off the trail if she was on it.
"Good." Mom got up. "I'll let you finish your breakfast. Seems like ideal kite-flying weather, so I suggest bringing your kite when you come out."
* * * *
Once Mom left the kitchen, I got the shakes. Last night had been so dangerous. Totally awesome, but so dangerous. Had Mom been fishing for information? I didn't know. I just didn't know.
I did take out the stunt kite when I left the beach house. I started flying it not too far from the girls. After a while, Tracie came over. "Happy National Vanilla Ice Cream Day!"
"Happy National Vanilla Ice Cream Day to you." Tracie took the strings to the kite. "Are we having vanilla ice cream tonight?"
"I'm having vanilla ice cream tonight. You can have whatever flavor you want when we go to get ice cream."
"Where have you gotten all these national food days?"
Tracie laughed lightly. "Last Christmas at work, we did a white elephant gift exchange, and I ended up with this calendar with a square for each day which showed the food of the day. At first, I was pissed about it. I was the second person to pick a gift, and none of the later pickers wanted to steal from me. But once I started using it, I found it a lot of fun. I've never had penuche fudge before, and it was nice to try it. I've eaten a lot of foods this year that I wouldn't have eaten without that calendar."
Tracie and I chatted happily until she got bored with flying the kite. She then went back to the rest of my family, and Olivia came over.
Olivia was the most intimidating of my sisters. She had an I-don't-make-mistakes attitude. She was the oldest and acted like it. I was coming around to the idea that she had never been intentionally mean to me but hadn't much patience with the immaturity of a much-younger brother.
After Olivia had flown the kite for a while, I finally screwed up my courage to say, "The first morning we were here, Mom told me that you, Meg, and Tracie were hurting. Meg told me about breaking up with Steve, and Tracie told me about her awful job. What are you hurting from?"
Olivia sighed. "My break up with Jeff."
"You lived with him, what, three years?"
"Yeah. I did. Three very happy years."
"Would you please tell me more about you and Jeff?"
Olivia shrugged. "We met at work. I had just started working in HR. He was an on-the-rise manager, five years older than me. His dad is on the board. He's a go-go-go guy. He owns a condo in a beautiful building downtown, and he hates spending time in it. He wants to always be going places and seeing people. We had dated only a few months when he asked me to move in. From the beginning, he wanted me to manage his domestic life. He wanted me to be responsible for cleaning the condo, cooking meals, and washing clothes. I didn't have to actually do those things; he was fine with me spending his money to have those things done. But he didn't want to be responsible for anything outside of work."
"You work in HR. What do you do?"
"Most of the work in HR is grunt work; C-Y-A work. That's all I was doing before I started dating Jeff. HR is primarily responsible for diversity in the corporation, and all managers hate diversity. They want to hire people like themselves, or like an employee they think is great. It's our job to convince them to hire someone unlike anyone they've worked closely with. Managers don't want to take that risk."
"Okay." That sounded very hard to do.
"Being Jeff's domestic partner was great for my career. I'd go to parties with Jeff and meet his fellow managers, then sometime later I'd talk to them at work about adding more diversity to their applicant pool for a position. Because I had a personal relationship with them and they didn't want to make Jeff angry, they gave me an honest listen instead of shutting down like they normally do when HR discusses diversity. Also, shortly after I moved in with Jeff, he proposed to some directors that HR should give a short talk at the next quarterly managers' meeting, and I'd be the perfect person to give such a talk. They agreed, of course HR agreed, and when I gave the talk, all the managers had great praise for me. Partially I think because everyone wanted to get on Jeff's good side. Since then, I've been regularly giving short talks to managers. I love doing that. I'm even traveling to other sites to give my talks. A lot of managers see me as the person to talk to in HR."
"Wow! Sounds wonderful. Did you and Jeff ever talk about getting married?"
"We talked about getting engaged," said Olivia in a somber voice.
"So you and Jeff were happily living together, something happened, and the two of you decided to break up?"
Olivia didn't say anything for a while. Finally, she said, "I broke up with him. Mom, Meg, and Tracie convinced me that Jeff didn't love me, but instead loved what I did for him, and a lot of women could do what I did. They convinced me that, at some point down the line, Jeff would dump me for a younger, more attractive woman."
"How did they do that?"
"It's personal," Olivia said in a tone that made it clear that she wasn't going to discuss it.
"Okay. How did Jeff take you breaking up with him?"
"Not well. Not well at all. He alternated begging me to not leave him and being indignant that I'd dare to leave him. Once I moved out, he called me regularly, asking that I come back. I felt like he felt that he owned me because he had spent so much money on me. Or maybe he considered me an ungrateful employee. Not once did he talk about how I was the perfect person for him and how he wanted to be with me forever. I ended up having to ghost him. He'd come see me in HR to ask me to come back. My manager had to banish him from HR. Then he'd send other managers to tell me that Jeff missed me badly and wanted to get back together with me."
"Holy shit! Dude, take a hint!"
"Again, I ran his life outside of work, allowing him to focus on work. When I left, there was no one to pay the bills, to schedule trips and parties, to make sure the closet was full of clean clothes. My moving out greatly disrupted a life he felt was near perfect." Olivia turned away from me to look at the kite for a while. "It was really, really tempting to move back in. I had such a great life with Jeff. But deep down, I always knew that Jeff was a very selfish person whose love for me was very shallow. It got to the point where I had to decide to commit my life to Jeff, knowing his love for me was all about convenience, or to break up with him. Breaking up with him was the right decision, but it was a very hard, painful one."
We were quiet after that, watching the kite dance this way and that as Olivia pulled its strings. Finally, I said, "Part of me wants to say that I'm sorry to hear about your breakup, but I think the right thing to say is that I'm proud that you made the right decision and have stuck to it, even though it's caused you a lot of pain."
I turned and saw tears running down Olivia's face. "Thanks. Thanks a lot." She wiped the tears away with one hand, causing the kite to move oddly. "It's getting better." Olivia handed the strings to me and moved out of my field of vision. I assumed she had gone back to the rest of my family. Instead, she had slipped behind me. Olivia surprised me by hugging me tightly from behind. "You've really cheered me up this weekend. I hope you never find out how." Then she did walk over to the rest of my family.
Meg came over and started flying the stunt kite. She hadn't flown it long when she said, "Mom is pissed about what we did at the concert. I don't know if she saw us doing anything, but she thinks us wearing the Swedish Bikini Team outfits again was a very poor decision. I promised her we won't wear them again. Tonight, we're going to play it safe."
"Do you think she heard anything last night?"
"I don't think so. I mean, she could be raising a big stink about us wearing the Swedish Bikini Team outfits because she heard something last night, but I think if she had heard something last night, she would be discussing that directly with us girls and not talking about something completely different. Regardless, I think we need to play it cool the rest of the weekend. Tonight, we won't do anything like last night."
"And then we leave tomorrow."
"Right after lunch. When we're cleaning up tomorrow, work with Mom. I don't want Mom wondering what you and one of your sisters are doing alone upstairs."
"Okay." I felt crushed. The fun was over. The fuck last night had been great, and I had hoped for more. But at the same time, I had been visited three times, probably once by each sister. It made sense I'd have no visitor tonight.
"And, of course, before I can tell you that we need to cool it, Olivia gives you a big hug. What was that about?"
"Ask Olivia. I don't fully know. Won't she tell you everything if you ask her?"
A frustrated look came over Meg's face. "Yes, she'll tell me everything if I ask her. But I won't be able to ask her until Mom leaves for some reason, and I want to know now. And I'm curious to hear your side of it."
"You know, you're keeping a whole lot of secrets from me."
"I am. Do you have complaints about that?"
I thought that over briefly and then smiled. "No. This has been a great weekend. I feel much closer to you, Olivia, and Tracie than before the trip started. The secrecy is frustrating, but I can't argue against it." I then gave Meg a quick summary of my conversation with Olivia.
* * * *
The day was very similar to the other days. Mom spent the whole day with my sisters. As the day went on, she laughed more and talked more animatedly. Whatever anger she had from last night appeared to slowly slip away.
We went to a soup-and-salad place for dinner. My sisters and Mom were quite excited about eating there. I took one for the team. After dinner, we went to a go-karting place. We had a great time. Meg was a vicious driver. Tracie was always getting stuck or turned around, but she would just laugh until a worker could come over and got her facing forward again.
After go-karting, we went to a little ice cream place right on the beach. I asked what everyone wanted and wound up ordering five vanilla ice cream cones. I handed them out to my family, and then we formed a small circle by ourselves as we ate. I kept smiling as I watched my family talk and have a good time together.
I asked Tracie, "What is tomorrow's national food day?"
"Don't tell him," said Meg. "Keep it a surprise."
Tracie laughed. "I'm not good at keeping secrets like you, Meg." She turned to me. "No national food day tomorrow. Tuesday is National Hot Fudge Sundae Day."
"Oooh," said Olivia. "We could celebrate that one early. Stop somewhere on the drive and all of us share a hot fudge sundae."
"Sign me up for that!" said Mom. We all chuckled.
I finished my cone first. Mom finished hers a little after me. My sisters were taking their time with theirs.
Mom said, "I'm going to go to the bathroom," and left.
Meg suddenly said, "Mmmmm. This ice cream is so good." She gave it a slow lick while looking sensually at me. "I've had some very pleasurable experiences this weekend."
Olivia added in a sultry voice, "I know I shouldn't finish mine." She took one last lick and handed it to me. "But I still have the desire to lick something nice."
I looked over at Tracie, expecting her to join in. Instead, she said in a normal voice, "It's nice to have someone to give food to when I've had my fill." She handed me her cone.
As I ate Olivia's cone, Meg slowly, sensually licked up the drips on her cone. Once I finished Olivia's cone, Meg handed me hers. "Tomorrow, it's back to normal," she said. "All good things must come to an end."
"But we'll have happy memories," said Olivia meaningfully. Was one of those memories of me fucking her last night?
My dick was hard. I wanted to fuck again. I wanted to fuck one of my sisters. I didn't care which one. All three were attractive. I felt like I had a good relationship now with all three of them. I wanted to fuck one of them, but I didn't know which one. I wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex with a young, attractive woman; I wanted to give the gift of sexual pleasure to one of my sisters; but I didn't want there to be awkwardness between us after tomorrow when life goes back to normal.
Mom returned, and the lurid sexuality of my sisters vanished. We were once again four normal siblings; nothing unusual to look at here. I finished the ice cream cones, we loaded up into the minivan, and I drove back to the beach house.
* * * *
Once again, I was sitting on the couch alone in my underwear in total darkness. I pictured the furniture in the living room in my head before standing up and pacing around the coffee table. I walked in front of the small couch, turned the corner to be in front of the rug where I had sixty-nined two nights ago, turned the corner to be in front of the two chairs, and turned the corner to be back in front of the big couch. It quickly became a game - could I correctly walk the distance to the next turn? Around and around the coffee table, killing time until I either heard one of my sisters on the stairway or I was sleepy.
Would I have a visitor tonight? I doubted it. I had had three visits, one hopefully from each sister. Everything was equal. Except that I had fucked only one sister. If one of my sisters came down for a fuck, that would leave one out.
Did that matter? Wasn't all that mattered was whether one of my sisters wanted to have sex with me? If she did, she'd head down, and, hopefully, we'd fuck.
I reviewed what I had learned today. It wasn't much. Olivia had been close to getting engaged to Jeff before breaking up with him. That put her in the same boat as Meg - she might have had anonymous sex with me as a way of cheering herself up and getting over the breakup. I thought about what she said - I had really cheered her up this weekend, and she hoped I never found out how. Had she been the one I had fucked last night, and she didn't want me to find that out? I shook my head. That didn't quite make grammatical sense, and Olivia was great with grammar.
I turned the clues over and over again. All of my sisters had a reason to visit me the first night. None of them had a reason to visit me the second night. Any of them could have visited me the third night because the other sisters had visited me earlier. All three of them had reasons for wanting me to fuck them.
I heard a sound above. I quickly looked up but didn't see any light. But I did hear sounds - one of my sisters sneaking down the stairs. She must be keeping a hand on the banister to guide her down. My head tracked the sounds. Was my sister already naked? Was she being extra careful and not letting me see her by the backlight from the flashlight?
When my sister reached the landing, she turned on the flashlight while pointing it in my general direction. She quickly moved the beam so that it was pointing at my face, which I covered. She then pointed the light at the small couch. She moved the flashlight beam to the foot of the stairs. She again pointed the flashlight at the small couch and then moved the beam to the foot of the stairs. Finally, she turned off the flashlight.
If my sister wanted to keep me from managing to get any kind of look at her, she was quite successful. I heard her moving down the stairs. I stripped off my underwear and moved over to the small couch. I took it from the way my sister had shone the flashlight that she wanted the small couch moved close to the stairs. I guessed she intended to fuck on the small couch and wanted it as far as possible from Mom's bedroom to minimize the chance Mom would hear us. I didn't immediately move the small couch. I thought if I did, I might make some noise. I was at one end of the couch, and I heard my sister move to the other end. I lifted my end and felt my sister lifting hers. I let her lead in repositioning the couch. She eventually set the couch down; I wasn't sure where.
I heard my sister taking off her clothes. I wished I could see. I really, really wished I could see. I wanted to see which sister this was. I wanted to see her strip off her clothes, slowly exposing her sexy body. I wanted to see her naked body in all its glory. But I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face.
I heard some noise from my sister's end of the couch, heard her moving toward me, heard her doing something else - making the couch so that the back was down? Then my sister took my hand. She had me sit on the floor. I heard her sitting down on the couch in front of me. I felt her hands on me. She slowly guided my head forward. As I did, I could smell her wetness. Without my sight, my sense of smell seemed more acute. I reached out with my hands and quickly found her thighs. My sister let go of my head. My sister was apparently lying on the small couch on her back on a towel in front of me with her butt right on the edge, giving me perfect access to her pussy.
I found her pussy lips with my tongue and parted them. I moved the tip of my tongue up to her clit and made a circle around it. I moved my tongue tip lower, licking down the left side of her pussy. I had eaten out one of my sisters two days ago. Did this sister taste the same? I...couldn't tell. Her pussy tasted like pussy. Would I be able to tell the difference in taste between my sisters? Maybe if I tasted one right after another. But I had had so much food between two nights ago and now that I couldn't say that this pussy tasted any different than the earlier one.
Because we were in such a different position than the last time I had eaten my sister, I couldn't tell if it was a different body or not. She had her legs split wide apart, so my arms were inside her legs and my hands were on the top of her thighs. When I had done oral sex before, my hands had been cupping my sister's ass.
I liked eating out a girl, so, once again, I was doing it with gusto. My sister occasionally put her hands on my head to guide me. She seemed to like me licking around her pussy, then sucking her clit, and then back to licking around her pussy. I did that for a while until she moved my head up to her clit, which I attacked. Lick, lick, lick, lick, lick. Suck. Lick, lick, lick, lick, lick. Suck. That must have worked for my sister as she took her hands off my head. I pictured her stretched out on the couch, eyes closed, mouth open, enjoying my ministration. I didn't picture a particular face as I didn't know which one it was. I wished I knew which sister was enjoying it.
As I ate my sister out, I wondered if we were going to fuck afterward. Maybe she would give me a blowjob instead? As she wasn't communicating with me, there was no way to know. But I definitely would prefer fucking.
My sister suddenly clamped my head with her thighs. I stopped licking and let her come. Somehow, she managed to do it silently.
When my sister was done coming, I heard her moving. Time to find out if I'd get a fuck or a blowjob. She put her hands on me and eventually got to my shoulders. She guided me upward and over her. I realized she wanted me to fuck her while her butt was on the end of the couch, so my feet would be on the floor. I gripped the sides of the couch with my hands and made a plank. My sister grabbed my cock and guided it toward her pussy. Soon, my head was inside her. I pushed forward while bowing my back to slide into her. My sister wrapped her legs around the back of mine. This was a position I had never fucked in before, so I had no idea how to judge her relative height from it.
I pulled back and slowly thrust more deeply. She was wet and wonderfully tight. Damn, this felt great. I pulled back and then thrust slowly forward until I couldn't go anymore. My sister and I soon developed a nice, slow rhythm with her legs guiding me through the cycle by their contact with the back of my legs. Because I was going slow, I wasn't making much noise. It was a delightful torture as I really wanted to pound the shit out of the woman beneath me. It was wonderful fucking a sexy woman that I seriously lusted for. I just wished I knew which sexy woman it was.
I was glad that I kept myself in good shape. I didn't swim competitively anymore, but I was around people all the time who did, and I tried to keep in similar shape. Fucking while holding a plank was a serious workout. I could feel myself sweating. Each thrust felt so good as my dick pushed through my sister's tight, wet pussy. I loved my sister encouraging me to fuck her with her legs. I knew that I'd never have a fuck like this again.
Thrust! Back! Thrust! Back! I could feel my pleasure mounting. Again, I thought briefly about asking my sister if she wanted me to come in her. But again, I didn't because I doubted she'd answer me. Two of my three sisters were coming off living with a guy. I assumed that the woman beneath me would never have let me fuck her if she wasn't on birth control.
And then, I was coming. My sister pulled me all the way into her with her legs and held me there. I pumped cum into her over and over again. I thought about kissing my sister, but I didn't know where her lips were and I didn't want to accidentally bonk noses.
My sister pushed me off her. I stood up and waited for her to tell me what she wanted me to do. I heard her put on clothes and then heard her move behind me. She pressed her naked tits into my back, turned on the flashlight, and shined it over toward the coffee table. She shone it down onto the couch, then back to the spot where the couch should go before turning it off. I guessed she was wearing only her panties. She moved around me to the other end of the couch. Together we lifted it and moved it toward where it should go. When we were what I thought was a little short of where the couch belonged, my sister set down her end. I set down mine and waited. My sister walked over to me, got behind me, and again turned on the flashlight while pressing her tits into my back. The couch was close to its right spot. My sister turned off the flashlight, we moved it the rest of the way, and she came behind me to do another test. She seemed satisfied with its position. She turned me to face the stairs. She shone the light on her towel and nightshirt, which were close to the stairs. She turned off the flashlight, pushed me away, and I heard her walk over to the stairs. I stood listening to her move. She pulled on her nightshirt and climbed the stairs in the darkness.
* * * *
Which sister had it been? I had no clue. This one had me give her oral sex. The visitor on the second night had me give her oral sex. But I didn't know a girl who didn't like oral sex. I could see the location determining whether they had me give them oral sex or not. My giving oral sex to a sister on the big couch would be difficult.
I didn't kiss her. I didn't get to feel her hair. I didn't get to feel her tits with my hands, but I felt them several times pressed against my back. I had no idea of her height. She had gone to a lot of trouble to keep me from seeing her at all. Why was that? What would uniquely identify one of my sisters if I got a look at her? Possibly the tan? I doubted I'd get anywhere close to good enough of a look to identify her tan if she had held the flashlight out in front of her as she walked down the stairs.
The fuck had been immensely satisfying and very frustrating. I was no closer to figuring out who had done what when.
When I had finished those thoughts, I heard a sound above and then saw a flashlight turned on. I got a brief look of the stairs and the vague outline of one of my sisters before the flashlight was turned off. I listened as my sister made her way down the stairs. About halfway down, she turned the flashlight on briefly again. When she got to the landing, she turned the flashlight on again, but this time it was pointed toward me. As usual, she pointed the flashlight at my face. She then used the beam to highlight the floor from the big couch to the stairs. She did it again before turning off the flashlight. I stripped off my underwear and started making my way past the little couch toward the stairs. The flashlight came on to guide me the rest of the way to the stairs. My sister was now down at the bottom of the stairs. Once I got close to the stairs, it was turned off again.
When I reached the stairs, I felt for my sister. I discovered that my sister was lying on her back on the stairs. She grabbed my hand and brought it to her pussy. As I hadn't heard her remove her clothes, I guessed that she had come down the stairs naked. She pushed down on my shoulders. I took that for me to eat her out. I suddenly had a scary thought - was this the sister I had just fucked? Was she expecting me to eat out my cum?
I pulled myself together. This wasn't that sister. I had fucked two sisters, and now sister number three wanted to be fucked. Still, I was tentative with my initial licking until I determined that this sister's pussy tasted normal. She tasted subtly different than the last sister. Did she taste different than the sister two nights ago? I couldn't tell. Too much time had passed. I knelt on the floor and braced myself with my hands on the stairs as I began licking away. There was a towel on the stairs to catch any drips. My sister kept her hands on my shoulders, guiding me to what she wanted. What she wanted was for me to stay close to her clit, and, after not too long, she had me concentrate on her clit. She didn't like me sucking on her clit and instead preferred only licks. I did that for a while until she lifted my arm, which I took as a signal that she wanted me to fingerfuck her. She let out a hiss when I slipped one finger inside her. I slowly fingerfucked her as I continued licking her clit. I wiggled my finger inside her as I slid it in and out. From the way she was breathing, she seemed to like that. I pulled my finger out and then inserted two fingers inside my sister. That got me another hiss. I wiggled them as I fingerfucked her. After less than a minute, she pushed my head away. I guessed she was wanting only fingers now. I sat down on the floor and continued sliding my fingers in and out of her. She grabbed my wrist and used it to speed up my hand. This sister apparently wasn't interested in the "slow and steady wins the race" approach. I rammed my fingers in and out of my sister quickly. That was making some noise, but, hopefully, we were so far away from Mom's bedroom that she wouldn't hear.
A couple of minutes later, my sister clamped her legs on my arm. I guessed she was coming and stopped. I waited patiently on the floor, and she eventually gradually opened her legs. Now was when I'd find out if I'd get a fuck or a blowjob.
I heard my sister clamber up the stairs and then a quiet slap. I took that slap as a directional clue. I walked up the stairs slowly with my hands out in front of me. Eventually, I felt skin - my sister's ass. She was now on her hands and knees with her ass toward me. As I rubbed my hand over her ass, she wiggled it playfully. I kept one hand on her ass and with the other I guided my cock to her pussy. I missed her entry on my first attempt and slid down her pussy. I pulled back and tried again. This time, I got the head of my cock inside her. I was sliding about half of my cock into my sister when she pushed backward, burying my cock all the way inside her. I grabbed her waist with both hands and started fucking her. She rocked her hips back to meet my thrust. We made a slapping noise when our bodies collided. I wondered which great ass was I fucking. I couldn't tell.
I pulled back, thrust, and another slapping noise that sounded loud in the quiet house. Again, I pulled back, thrust, and another loud slapping noise. "We're too loud," I said quietly. "We need to slow down."
We both fucked less vigorously after that. We soon settled into a steady rhythm of me fucking the shit out of my sister. She was a damn good fuck. I decided her knees must be a couple of steps down from the landing because her back was level. I was leaning too far forward to keep up fucking like this, so I reached out with my left hand and found the banister. I held on to it with my left while gripping my sister's waist with my right. That way, I could hold my balance as I thrust into her over and over. When my cock was fully into my sister, she'd push back against me to bury it a little further into her. I felt like this sister was really enjoying my fucking her. But hadn't all the sisters enjoyed fucking me? Not being able to see their reaction made it impossible to tell how much they were into it.
I was glad we were so far away from Mom's bedroom, because, despite my best intentions, we kept making noise; a slapping sound every time I thrust into my sister. Her pussy was wet and tight. It seemed wetter than the sister I had fucked earlier. I couldn't tell any difference in tightness. It was just a wonderful sheath that fit my cock perfectly.
As I had come once, I was lasting much longer this time. My sister was keeping up with me, continuing her slight hip rocks every time I thrust into her. Damn, she was good. I pictured her on her hands and knees, her hair being flung around as we rutted, her tits swinging beneath her. Were those Meg's above-average-sized tits swinging or Olivia's smaller-than-average tits? There was no way for me to tell. Had I fucked her last night, and she had come down for a second round? A possibility, but I hoped not. I really wished that this fuck would mean that I had fucked all three of my sisters and filled them with my cum.
My sister suddenly stopped moving. I stopped as well, with my cock buried inside her. Was she wanting to change positions? Was she done fucking? And then she resumed fucking. Had I made her come, and that was why she stopped? God, not knowing was so frustrating.
We were soon back into a great rhythm. I tried gripping the right banister with my right hand, but it was too far away. I alternated between gripping my sister's waist with two hands and gripping her waist with my right and gripping the banister with my left. The sound of small slaps continued as I pounded her.
I felt a tingle in my balls. A few moments later, I felt myself coming. All good things must come to an end, including this fuck. After the first spurt, I slammed into my sister hard, making her collapse onto the landing. I collapsed on top of her. I pumped spurt after spurt into her. Eventually, I drained my balls into her, filling her with what cum I had left. I was exhausted. The first fuck tonight had been a workout, and then this one had gone so long.
My sister twisted out from underneath me. I grabbed the towel and wiped myself. From the sounds, she had moved up onto the landing. I tossed the towel up to her. I remembered that this sister had come down the stairs naked. After a few minutes, she turned on the flashlight and pointed it toward the big couch. I got off the stairs and started walking to it. When I got there, she lit up briefly the stairs above her before turning off the flashlight. As I listened to her climb the stairs, I pictured a composite of my sisters going up the steps naked. I heard the sounds steadily going up and to my left, and then she was gone.
* * * *
The next morning, Meg stopped on her way to the kitchen to tell me, "We're going to clean up the house right after breakfast this morning." She added sternly, "You need to work with Mom to clean the kitchen, master bedroom, and the downstairs bath. We don't want Mom cleaning in the living room in case there are any hard-to-explain stains."
I nodded my agreement and then went into the downstairs bathroom. Mom knocked on the door and said through it, "Skip your shower this morning and join us for breakfast."
"Okay."
I got dressed and joined the rest of my family in the kitchen for breakfast. Olivia was scrambling eggs, and Mom was cooking bacon.
Mom said, "Sorry to make you skip your shower, but at least you'll get a good breakfast out of it."
"No problem," I said as I headed toward the fridge. "What drinks can I get everyone?"
We had a noon checkout, so the plan was to clean the house up while it was not that sunny outside, go out for a few more hours of fun, come in for lunch, then pack up and go home.
I finished breakfast first and said, "I'll start cleaning up here in the kitchen."
Olivia said, "Mom, why don't you help Craig out here to make sure he does a good job, and then the two of you clean your bedroom and your bathroom."
"And you girls cleaning up the rest of the house?" asked Mom.
Olivia looked at Meg and Tracie. Both nodded. "Yes."
"Sounds good."
When we had cleaned up the beach house and headed out to the beach, I took out the high-flying kite. I wanted some time alone to process my thoughts. I was sad that the weekend was almost over. The sex had been great, and I had gotten to know and like my sisters much better. What would happen next? What did I want to happen next? Did I want to have sex with one of my sisters again?
I didn't think having sex with one of my sisters would have the same magic as this weekend. Having sex in the pitch dark with one of my sisters (but I didn't know which) had been crazy and unique. I had grown in my love for them without creating awkwardness. Did I want to start down the relationship road with any of them? Sex with one of them after this weekend would mean doing that, and I didn't feel ready for it. I reviewed the prior night for clues. Olivia and Meg had flirted strongly with me last night when we were eating ice cream. Had they taken turns visiting me last night? Which meant Tracie visited me the night before? Could be. But Meg and Olivia had flirted very strongly with me two mornings ago. If they're flirting last night led to their visiting me for a fuck, then their flirting two mornings ago would have led to Tracie fucking me. The most likely possibility is that Meg and Olivia liked flirting with me when they got the chance and their flirting with me was independent of them fucking me.
I hoped all three of my sisters were feeling better now. Hopefully, Meg and Olivia had less emotional exhaustion and would have the energy to go out and find a new guy. Hopefully, Tracie would get a new job soon and then be able to restart her social life. Hopefully, all three felt more desirable and self-confident. I then realized the best thing to do was just let it go, to move on in my life as if it never happened, and for them to move on in their lives like it never happened.
Mom called, and I took the kite down. We were all pretty quiet as we made lunch. Once we were done, we loaded the remaining food into the minivan and drove home.
On the drive home, some normalcy returned. Tracie sat up in front of me and determined what songs were played, mostly boy-band songs. Mom and my sisters sang along with most of the songs. They had such good singing voices that listening to them was a lot of fun and picked up my spirits.
When we were at a convenience store and the other women were in the bathroom, Meg came up to me and said in a low, serious voice, "Nothing unusual happened this weekend. Olivia, Tracie, and I will deny it if you ever say otherwise. It's never to be discussed. If all goes well, we might do something similar at the next Girls Retreat." And then asked in a normal tone, "Do you want another Arnold Palmer Tea?"
So that's how things are to be. I wasn't surprised. "Sure," I said, responding to both halves of Meg's conversation.
We all got back into the minivan, and I resumed driving. About an hour from home, we stopped for hot fudge sundaes. I got one and the rest of my family split the other. It was a nice way to cap off the weekend.
When I got to my parents' house, I was relieved to be done. Everyone bailed out and grabbed their stuff. Tracie dropped her bag a couple of times as she pulled it out. When she finally got it out, it was just me and her at the minivan. She gave me a firm hug.
"Thanks, Craig, for a great weekend."
A warm feeling flowed over me, and then I felt awkward. Tracie moved off to her car. I set my stuff down on the ground and pulled out the coolers. By then, Mom had exited back out of the house with Dad in her wake. "Craig, don't worry about the food. We'll take care of it. You go home, just like everyone else."
I grabbed the kites and my duffle bag and started walking to my car. My sisters were all at their cars, waving goodbye. I waved goodbye to them, Mom, and Dad as I finished the walk to my car. I loaded my stuff in it and headed home.
* * * *
That evening when I was alone in my bedroom, I watched all the Swedish Bikini Team videos I could find. Their resolution was low, so they didn't look very good. Watching the videos didn't satisfy me, so a week later I bought on eBay the January 1992 Playboy edition with the Swedish Bikini Team on the cover. I pulled it out occasionally when I was about to masturbate. I flipped through the pictorial of the Swedish Bikini Team, picturing my sisters wearing the white wigs instead of the actual models. It'd quickly get me in the mood to jerk off.
On the first of September, I did something I had never done before - I called all three of my sisters to find out how they were doing. Mom usually called me every week to ask me how I was doing and to share family news. After the beach house weekend, I wanted to have more contact with my sisters. My conversations with each were nice. The extracurricular activities during the Girls Retreat were never discussed. Olivia had shared Tracie's resume with all the managers she knew from partying with Jeff, and that led to Tracie getting a new job. Olivia and Meg weren't dating yet, but they each had a couple of guys they were interested in and who seemed interested in them. I had had a brief fling with a fellow lifeguard, but she had left to return to college in another state. On the first of every month, I called all three sisters and had similar conversations.
Two weeks before Thanksgiving, Meg called me. "Olivia, Tracie, and I are planning on spending Thanksgiving weekend at Mom and Dad's. Would you please join us? This may be the last chance for all of us to spend Thanksgiving together."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if Olivia, Tracie, or I start dating someone whose parents live out of town, we'll travel to his parents for Thanksgiving and stay in town for Christmas. That's what I did with Steve and Olivia did with Jeff. And also..." There was a pause. "Mom says she's worried about Dad's health. He doesn't have the energy he used to have. He might not be around next Thanksgiving."
"Okay." I wasn't too surprised by that news, but it still hurt to hear. "Count me in."
"We're spending Wednesday night through Sunday morning at Mom and Dad's."
"I'll see you then."
* * * *
When I got home the day before Thanksgiving, Meg was already there. After hugging my parents and her, Meg told me, "I'm reclaiming my bedroom. Tonight, we will move your stuff back to your old bedroom."
"Really? You're going to go to all that trouble when you spend how many nights here a year?"
"As I don't have a boyfriend, I'm thinking of spending more nights here. Which means I need a bedroom here."
I sighed. "Okay."
Meg and I started moving my stuff back down to The Shed. When Olivia showed up, she helped out too. Once all my stuff was back down in The Shed, I started putting everything away. Meg and Olivia worked on getting Meg's bedroom decorated appropriately. When I was done putting things away, I went into the family room, sat down, and talked football with Dad. Dad and I always spent Thanksgiving watching football, taking a break only for a light lunch and a big Thanksgiving dinner, all prepared by Mom and my sisters. This year, I was planning on spending half my time with Dad and half my time with my sisters.
Mom, Meg, and Olivia made dinner. Tracie showed up just before it was served. "Off work early?" I asked.
"There wasn't much to do. If there had been, I'd come in Sunday night to finish it." Tracie smiled. "I love my new job." She was working at another small consulting company, doing editing and document layout of work done by the company's consultants. As she had had such trouble with her last boss, she had asked during the hiring process if she could come in at four and then work until the work assigned to her was done. Her future boss had been thrilled with that, and that was what Tracie was doing now. Having worked for two years under a grueling workload, Tracie could now knock out her work at an amazing speed. Most evenings, she went home at eight or nine. Her boss was fine with that, as all he cared about was that all her work was ready for review the next morning.
After dinner, Mom and my sisters pulled out a jigsaw puzzle and started putting it together in the living room.
"Mind if I join you?" I asked.
"Yes," said Mom as she made a shooing motion. "Go talk with your dad. He's been looking forward to talking to you since Meg told me that all of you would be spending Thanksgiving weekend with us."
I went back into the family room, sat down, and talked football with Dad. My plans for spending half my time with my sisters were out the window. It really sunk in that my not knowing my sisters well was a choice of my parents, and my sisters and I had very little to do with it.
I went to bed early for me, and, when I woke up, it was Thanksgiving. Dad had me join him for the pre-game show for the first game. He was clearly excited about watching football with me. At half-time of the first game, I got up. "I'm going to go check on the rest of the family." Dad stayed glued to the TV. I went to the living room, where the rest of my family was working on a jigsaw puzzle. "Half-time. I thought I'd come visit until the game starts again."
"That'd be fine," said Mom.
The four of them were seated around a rectangular table that was smaller than the table we'd eat dinner on. No one moved to make space for me, so I stood at a corner. Meg was wearing a shirt that had a picture of a colorful frog wearing a crown. Above the frog was You have to kiss a lot of frogs and beneath it was to find a prince. I pointed at the frog and said, "Interesting shirt."
Meg looked down at it. "Yeah. I'm in the frog-kissing phase right now."
"Ditto for me," added Olivia.
I looked at Tracie. She seemed flustered and said, "I'm not at the frog-kissing stage. I'm trying to locate the frogs right now." I gave Tracie an encouraging smile, grabbed a puzzle piece, and looked for where it should go.
After I had been working on the puzzle for five minutes, Olivia said to Mom, "We should get the snacks out." The two of them went into the kitchen.
Meg said to me in a loud whisper. "Tonight, an hour after everyone has gone to bed, you are to quietly go up the stairs to the game room and then quietly go to my bedroom. The room will be pitch black as I've put up blackout curtains and have taken out all the light sources. Don't look into the room as you slip in. There will be an empty trash can next to the door. Take off your clothes and put them into it and then make your way to the bed. One of us will be waiting there. Do whatever she wants, and don't try to find out who she is. Any questions?"
"This is going to be like the Girls Retreat?"
"Yes, but you and whoever you're visiting will have lots of time and a comfortable bed. My bedroom is the furthest from Mom and Dad's bedroom. We've done a sound test, and they won't hear anything unless you fall on the floor or knock something over. So we have a lot more freedom, but can't do anything stupid. Anything else?"
"No."
"Grab a snack in the kitchen and go back to Dad."
I stood up and walked toward the kitchen Jesus Fucking Christ. I had assumed that I had to wait until next July to possibly have sex with my sisters again. Possibly. Them having another Girls Retreat was not a sure thing, as all three of them might not be able to go. But I was going to be fucking one of my sisters tonight. And probably another tomorrow night and the third the next night. My cock stiffened.
I sat down in the family room. "Did I miss anything?"
"Lots of commercials." A commercial was running now. "The game should resume after this commercial break."
"Good."
"What did your Mom and sisters say?"
Telling him what Meg said was definitely off the table. "Olivia and Mom have some snacks out and are working on another. Would you like some?"
"Yes. And get me a beer while you're at it."
I went into the kitchen. Only Olivia was there. Pigs-in-blankets were in the oven, and she was standing next to it. She flashed me a big smile. Would I be fucking her tonight?
"Piggies ready soon?" I asked.
Olivia looked at the timer. "I'll check on them in four minutes. When they are done, do you want me to bring you and Dad some?"
"If you would please, that'd be fantastic."
Olivia leaned in and said quietly, "I'm doing what you want now, and you'll be doing what I want later." My cock sprang to attention.
When Olivia said no more, I prepared two plates of snacks, grabbed two beers, and went back to Dad.
For the rest of the day, whenever there was a commercial break, I'd think about fucking my sisters. Sex with them at the Girls Retreat had been so much more intense, exciting, and pleasurable than sex with any of my girlfriends. Was it because of the oddity of having sex in the dark? The danger? The knowledge that it was one of my sisters, but not knowing which? Whatever it was, I was pumped about doing it again.
* * * *
"Goodnight, Craig," said Dad as he and Mom went into their bedroom. I checked my phone for the time - 10:12. I went out the back door and in through the door to The Shed. My heart was pounding. The hour wait was going to be hard. I played a game on my phone for a while, couldn't keep my focus, paced for a while to calm down, went back to my game, and repeated the gaming and pacing until it was 11:12.
I took slow, quiet steps up the stairway to the game room, which was over Mom and Dad's bedroom. The door out of the game room was open, and I slowly and quietly walked down the hallway outside of Tracie's bedroom, Olivia's bedroom, and the upstairs bathroom, finally arriving at the door to Meg's bedroom. I noticed a foam cylinder was on the bottom of the door and ran its length. Probably to block light and sound. I opened the door as little as possible, slipped in, and closed the door. It was pitch dark in the room, much like the beach house living room.
"I'm here," I whispered as I started removing my clothes. It was a stupid thing to say, but I couldn't help saying it. Once I was naked, I moved slowly toward the bed. Which sister was waiting for me in it? I had no idea.
Once I climbed onto the bed, my sister attacked. She rolled on top of me and kissed me passionately. Soon, she rammed her tongue into my mouth. She writhed on top of me constantly as she frantically kissed me. We did that until she flipped onto her back while pushing me down. She firmly guided my head to her pussy, where I ate her out. She came fairly quickly. Once she was done coming, she pulled me up to fuck her. She guided my cock into her, wrapped her legs around mine, and encouraged me to fuck her hard and fast. I gave her a good pounding until I came.
"That was wonderful," I said. "Being with you is so exciting."
My sister rolled us over and had me move into the center of the bed. Once I was there, she fed her nipple into my mouth while stroking my cock. I reached up and grabbed the other tit. My sister quickly pushed my hand down. As breast size could be identifying, I guessed my squeezing of breasts was forbidden.
I knew that my sister wouldn't talk, but I could. I intended to do a lot of talking to her, but I didn't have a chance as she kept alternating the nipple in my mouth while stroking my cock until I was hard again. She then quickly mounted me. Once I was fully buried inside her, she put her hands on my chest. I grabbed her ass with both hands and helped her bounce up and down on my cock. I pictured her fucking me, her tits bouncing up and down with every stroke. God, fucking her felt so good. She fucked me energetically, even though we were in the second round.
At some point, she slid off me to the side. She pushed me away from her, and I took the hint to let her get into the center of the bed. She guided me back into the missionary position, where I fucked her hard and fast until I came again.
Once I was done coming, she pushed me to the side. She flipped over onto her stomach, grabbed my hand, and guided it to her ass. Once I placed it there, she moved her ass so my hand started rubbing all of it. I continued rubbing her ass, her lower back, and her inner thighs as she wiggled her body in response to my hands.
"You have such a great body. I love touching it. What makes touching it so special is that I love you."
We continued rubbing and wiggling until she suddenly rolled over on her side. She reached out and grabbed my cock. I was mostly hard. She took it into her mouth and sucked it a few times. It wasn't the great technique of the blowjob I got the first night at the beach house, but it quickly got me fully hard. She then moved back to being on her stomach before rising up on her knees. I moved around behind her and guided my cock into her. I proceeded to fuck her doggie-style. The bed squeaked some as I fucked her, so I slowed the pace.
After we had fucked for a while, she pulled away from me and then I felt her flip over onto her back. She reached out, found my cock, and guided it inside her again. Once again, I fucked her hard and fast in the missionary position until I came. When I was done coming, I felt exhausted and drained. My sister pushed me off the bed. I slowly staggered over to where my clothes were, got dressed, and then made my way slowly and quietly to The Shed and my bed.
* * * *
The next morning, the alarm on my phone woke me at eight. I didn't want to sleep in too late. I took a shower, and, when I came out to the kitchen for breakfast, my sisters were already bringing down the Christmas decorations.
Dad and I were sent out to buy a Christmas tree at Costco. Mom and Dad always had a real tree. Dad and I were there when Costco opened, and there was still a good-sized line. We brought the tree back to the house and set it up in the living room. Mom dismissed us to go watch football. When I tried to help with the decorations at half-time, Mom shooed me away. I got snacks for Dad and me and returned to watch the half-time show with him.
Once all the decorations were up, it was time for a family tradition - kissing under the mistletoe. Mom had plastic mistletoe which was hung in a corner of the living room. Mom and Dad kissed under it while my sisters and I took pictures of them on our phones. Whenever one of us kids was dating someone, we'd eventually have a picture taken of us kissing under the mistletoe. "Only Dad and me this year," said Mom.
That night, I once again quietly slipped into Meg's bedroom. This sister had me fuck her in lots of different positions - cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, spooning, on her back with her legs on my shoulders, her on the edge of the bed while I stood next to the bed, me holding her ankles as she laid on her back and had her legs splayed widely. It was more clinical than passionate. It was much easier for me to talk to her, telling her that she had a great body, that she was beautiful, and that I loved her.
After I came for the second time, she pushed me out of bed. I got dressed and made my way to my bed.
* * * *
Saturday was more college football with Dad. The women were in Mom's bedroom, trying on clothes. My sisters had brought to the house all the clothes they wanted to move on, so it was "try-on and keep if you liked it" time. At one point, Tracie was in the bathroom while I waited outside for it to be free. When she came out, she grabbed my hand and said, "Come with me." She took me over to the mistletoe, where she took a selfie of the two of us smiling at the camera. She hugged me before returning to Mom's bedroom.
Saturday night when I slipped into Meg's bed, my sister kissed me tenderly. We did a series of gentle kisses for quite a while. I kissed her neck, she kissed mine, she had me kiss her neck from behind, and I nibbled on her ear until she pushed me down to eat her out. After that, we slowly made love in the missionary position with several breaks for kisses. After I came in her, she cuddled on my shoulder for a while as I told her how wonderful she was and how much I loved her. We went back to kissing and kissed for a long time. Eventually, she wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked it hard while kissing me. She then rolled me onto my back and mounted me. We made love for a while, taking regular kiss breaks. After a while, she rolled off me, we moved into the missionary position, and I fucked her until I came. Once I was done coming, she didn't push me out of bed like my other two sisters did. Instead, she cuddled on me for a while. When I was startled from almost falling asleep, she pushed me out of bed.
* * * *
Sunday meant more football with Dad. After dinner, my sisters started leaving. There was a round of hugs as each one left. I tried to hug each as I always did. Hopefully, I had fucked each of them. But I equally could have fucked one sister all three nights. Meg had set it up so I couldn't see anything in her bedroom. All three of them had the same motivation - they had enjoyed fucking me at the beach house and had wanted another round. I didn't feel anything distinctive about any one of them. I guessed that all of them had had sex the way they had always wanted to have sex, but, as I didn't know the way any of them wanted to have sex, that wasn't very helpful.
Tracie was the last sister to leave. "I was the big winner for clothes," she said to me. "Would you mind helping to carry them out to my car?"
"I'd be happy to."
When we got to her car, I put the clothes I was carrying into the trunk. Tracie asked, "Could you come over to my apartment tomorrow? Whenever your morning classes are over?"
"Sure. I'd be glad to."
I left shortly thereafter. As I drove home, I turned over all the clues I had about who, when and why. I had lots of theories, but nothing very compelling. But then, I connected a couple of things in a new way. The pieces suddenly fell into place. As I placed which sister I had been with when, new details came to mind that confirmed my choice. Eventually, I had solid guesses for which sister it was every time. I turned it over and over in my head, and it all made sense.
* * * *
I knocked on the door to Tracie's apartment, she let me in, and we hugged.
"Thanks for coming over. With me working nights, I have time in the day to have friends visit, but I don't have any friends who have time off during weekdays." Tracie led me over to the couch and sat down on it. She was wearing a tight cotton dress with red and blue stripes that came down to a little above her knees. I sat down next to her. "Did you have a good time this weekend?"
I laughed. "I had a great time. How about you?"
"I had a great time too." Tracie blushed a little bit. "It was wonderful to spend so much time with Mom, Olivia, and Meg. They got me through two horrible years." Tracie blushed again. "And I had a lot of fun with you."
"The Girls Retreat really changed my attitude toward you, Meg, and Olivia. I'll never break into your close-knit group, but I enjoy hanging around you now." I laughed again. "And your visits were awesome."
Tracie blushed again. "Do you have any idea who visited you at any time?"
"I do," I said as I nodded my head. "I think I have it all figured it. Thanks to you."
"Thanks to me!" squealed Tracie in surprise. "What did I do?"
"The last night this weekend, that sister was really into cuddling and kissing. I think she enjoyed making love with me but cuddling and kissing got her into the mood, and she probably enjoyed them as much as the sex."
I looked at Tracie to see how she'd respond to that. She didn't give away anything. "So?"
"So, you are the hugger in the family. You were the only one to give me a hug when we got home for the Girls Retreat. You were the only one to give me a hug under the mistletoe. You have a more loving attitude than Meg and Olivia. Therefore, you were the last sister I spent the night with."
"But you don't really know. Maybe Meg or Olivia were in the mood to cuddle and kiss this weekend."
"I don't think so." I raised one finger and rocked it a couple of times like a school teacher would do while talking to a student. "I just needed one piece of the puzzle and then all the other pieces fell into place. At the beach house, the visitor on the third night wanted lots of kisses while I was getting her off. I think that was you. My guess is that you weren't that interested in visiting me, so Meg really ramped up the naughtiness to convince you to do so. After dry-humping me at the concert, you decided to visit me. I got you off, and then you were supposed to give me a blowjob like Meg and Olivia had. But you hadn't had sex in almost two years and don't enjoy giving blowjobs. Instead, you climbed on top of me and gave me a great fuck."
Tracie looked at me. I noticed that I could see her nipples through her dress - she mustn't be wearing a bra. She said, "That may or may not have happened like that. What about the other nights?"
"Once I knew it was you on the third night on both weekends, I guessed that the three of you used the same order on both weekends - Meg, Olivia, and you."
"Why that order?"
"This weekend, the first sister was all over me once I joined her in bed. I have never been with a girl that was that eager and passionate. Zipless fucks are a huge turn-on for Meg, and Thanksgiving night was her chance to have an all-night one. Meg is the ringleader of the three of you and organized the Thanksgiving weekend. She did the planning on moving me back to The Shed, turning her bedroom into a dark room, and organizing the visits. So she had been thinking about her zipless fuck with me for longer than you and Olivia, and she had put a lot more time into making it happen, during which she was probably fantasizing about it. Therefore, she was the sister on the first night. And it'd fit that she was the sister on the first night of Girls Retreat. She's a big believer in the importance of fun. She didn't want me spoiling the fun of the weekend by grumbling all the time. As the weekend organizer, she felt responsible for making me happy. She loves oral sex and is great at it, so slipping down to give me a blowjob seemed a reasonable solution to my not having fun on the weekend. I'm guessing she was planning to keep that blowjob a secret from you and Olivia, but you two somehow found out. Maybe Meg was planning on slipping down every night? I don't know. Another thing - the sister on the first night put my hand on her tits for a little bit before giving me the blowjob. As Meg has the biggest tits of you three, giving me a tit-feel as part of giving me a good time makes sense. In none of the other visits was I allowed a good tit-feel."
"Okay. That covers me and Meg. Olivia?"
I exhaled a breath of frustration. "The thing which stumped me for the longest time was the motive of the sister to visit me on the second night. I could think of reasons for all three of you to visit me on the first night. Whoever visited me on the third night probably did so because the other two sisters had done it. But why did the sister on the second night visit me?"
"And Olivia's reason was?"
"I don't know. When I talked to her about breaking up with Jeff, she said you, Mom, and Meg convinced her to do it for a reason that was too personal to discuss with me. I think she visited me on that second night for that reason. The sister who visited me the night after Thanksgiving wanted to try lots of positions. There's nothing about that that makes me think it was Olivia. Really, it could be Meg giving me a second visit and trying to make it different to throw me off. But I think all three of you took a night this weekend, and Olivia is who's left for the second night."
"What about the last night at the Girls Retreat?"
"That was Meg and Olivia. After you fucked me, they wanted their turn. They flirted really hard with me when we were eating ice cream and Mom had stepped away. I'm unsure which was first or second. Part of me wants to say Meg and then Olivia to keep things in order. But the first fuck was more consistent with the other nights with Olivia, and the second fuck was more consistent with the other nights with Meg. The first fuck was in an odd position I had never tried before, and non-standard positions seem to be Olivia's thing. The second fuck seemed to have Meg's passion for zipless fucks. But the positions could have been something they agreed to in order to keep from giving any clues as to who it was." I gave Tracie an intent look. "How did I do?" I hoped to God she'd tell me.
Tracie laughed happily. "That was amazing. You got almost everything right." She raised my right arm and then slipped underneath it so my arm was over her shoulder while our backs were against the couch. "I am someone who loves cuddling and kissing. It was Meg, Olivia, and then me both weekends, with Olivia and then Meg on the fourth night."
"So tell me about it from the sister's point of view. Why did Meg visit me on the first night?"
"Let me step back. After you told me that the only enjoyable part of the evening was when we were singing, I went upstairs and told Meg and Olivia. Olivia went and talked with you and then came back to report to Meg and me. We talked about it for a little bit, decided we didn't have a good solution to your unhappiness, and then went to our bedrooms. Olivia got the idea of texting Mom about you being unhappy and asking her to address it with you. Meg had been feeling randy since our karaoke performances. She decided to cheer you up by visiting you. As you guessed, it was her intention of keeping her visit a secret. She expected you to do the same."
"Much as I expected."
"The next morning, Mom asked you to go into the beach house alone with her. Meg panicked. She assumed that Mom was doing that because she heard you and Meg having sex and wanted to know which sister you had sex with. Meg confessed to Olivia and me and asked that all three of us deny having visited you. She knew Mom would be really pissed about two of her kids having sex together, and Meg hoped that if she couldn't pin down exactly who visited you, then she wouldn't tell Dad because she wouldn't want him to blame all of us for the actions of one. Then Olivia told us that she had texted Mom last night, asking her to talk to you. Meg was relieved and hopeful that you wouldn't tell Mom about her visit. She suggested that we all deny having visited you if you asked."
I winced. "You three denying what you obviously knew had happened pissed me off so much."
Tracie laughed. "We had ganged up to do something mean to you so many times before, it was easy to fall into doing it again. You seemed to take it well." Tracie reached up and squeezed my right hand. "After that, Meg, Olivia, and I were alone a lot. Olivia was giving Meg a lot of shit about giving you a blowjob. 'How could you? Your own brother.' Olivia can get pretty judgmental and bossy, and she was really doing that with Meg. So Meg started pushing back." Tracie twisted to face me. "Promise me you'll never tell anyone that I told you this. Okay?"
What could be such a big secret compared to that of I had fucked all three of my sisters? "Sure."
"Olivia has always been sensitive about the size of her breasts. Mom, Meg, and I have always told her that her chest size was fine. She started dating Jeff, and Jeff would always check out any woman with big boobs. Not at work, but at any party or when he and Olivia were out on the town. It really bothered Olivia. One day, she proposed getting a boob job. Jeff said he thought that was a great idea. He offered to pay for the boob job, but, if he was going to pay for it, Olivia had to have double-D's afterward. Olivia hemmed and hawed about it, and Jeff said if she'd have the boob job that he wanted, he'd propose when it was done."
"Wow!" I had no idea. "I thought Olivia's breasts looked great in her bikini at the beach house. Yeah, she is smaller than you and Meg, but she still has plenty."
"That's what we told her. Has Olivia told you about giving these HR speeches to managers at her corporation?"
"Yes."
"She loves doing them. She'd like to give talks like that as a full-time job. But having massive fake boobs would ruin her credibility. Male managers would spend her whole talk paying attention to her boobs instead of what she was saying. Mom, Meg, and I told Olivia that Jeff's demand for such a big boob upgrade showed that he didn't love her as a person. Olivia thought by having big boobs, she'd get Jeff to stop checking out women with big boobs. We convinced her that big boobs on other women would continue to majorly appeal to him, and, at some point, he'd meet a younger woman with massive boobs and dump Olivia for her. Maybe five years from now, maybe ten years from now, but almost certainly at some point. Would Olivia want to have kids with someone who was going to leave her at some point? She didn't. Jeff had been great for her career, but she had advanced to the point where her career would continue to do well after she broke up with him. It really came down to getting the boob job or breaking up with Jeff, and she decided to break up with Jeff."
"Oh, okay." That was a lot to process. "What does this have to do with Meg pushing back on Olivia?"
"Meg suggested to Olivia that she take this opportunity to prove to herself that her breast size didn't matter when she was having sex; that Olivia should visit you that night, brush her breasts against you, and see if you could identify her by her breasts. Meg sucked me into their argument and got me to agree that I didn't think you'd be able to tell. Olivia said she'd think about it. At bedtime, she had decided to do it. She visited you and brushed her breasts against you several times. You never identified her from that. She found that liberating. The two other times she's been with you, she's intentionally brushed or rubbed her breasts against you. She's loved doing that."
I thought back to the three times I had had sex with Olivia. During the last night at the beach house, she had gotten behind me several times to shine the flashlight. I had assumed it was because she didn't want me to see her in the backlight of the flashlight, but it had been to press her tits against me.
"And then you?" I asked.
"Pretty much as you called it. When Olivia had been arguing with Meg, she had gotten me to say that I wasn't interested in having sex with my own brother. After Olivia had had sex with you, Meg asked me if I wanted to have sex with you. I said no. But after our hijinks at the concert, I changed my mind. I was supposed to give you a cross between a handjob and a blowjob. I don't like swallowing, but having you come on yourself on the couch could easily make a mess that Mom could detect in the morning. Once you started rubbing my pussy, the idea of fucking you got really appealing. It had been almost two years since I had been fucked. So once you got me off, I climbed on top of you for a fuck." Tracie brushed my cheek. "It was a very good one."
I couldn't help smiling. "I'm glad to hear that."
"The next morning when we woke up, Olivia and Meg came into my bedroom and asked how my visit went. When I told them that we had fucked, they got upset. 'You weren't supposed to do that. None of us were supposed to fuck our brother.' All I could do was shrug and say it had been a great fuck. We didn't get to discuss it much as Mom stayed with us most of the day. I didn't think anything would happen that night until Meg and Olivia started flirting with you while we were eating ice cream. Then, I figured one of them would fuck you that night. When we got upstairs, Meg and Olivia started discussing it. Both of them were trying to act like they weren't that interested and offered arguments for not doing it. To me, they were trying to convince the other to decline the opportunity. Eventually, they decided to have you fuck both of them. Meg wanted to go last, as she liked long fucks and thought you'd last longer in the second round."
"Which was true." I chuckled as I remembered fucking Meg on the stairs. That had been an amazing fuck.
"That whole weekend, Meg swore us all to absolute secrecy. This was to be a one-time thing that we would pretend never happened. And that's how it was until November when Meg called me to sound out my interest in having another session with you. Olivia had already signed up, and so did I. Meg called you to make sure you'd be there. We didn't tell you until the last minute of our plans in case one of us got cold feet, but none of us did." Tracie burrowed even more into me. "I'm not good about communicating in the bedroom. I want the guy to be in charge, which leads to him not doing what I want. Saturday night was the first time I've ever had sex exactly like I wanted it. The whole time we were kissing and cuddling, I kept thinking about how I didn't want this to be a one-time thing."
Tracie stopped. It was clear now why she had invited me over. I said, "When Meg told me about zipless fucks, she said that one of the problems with them is, if the sex is so great, why not track down the guy and start down the relationship road with him?"
Tracie laughed nervously. "She said that?"
"Yes."
Tracie was quiet for a little bit.
I asked, "Is that what you are thinking about?"
"Do you remember eating ice cream at the beach our last night there? When Olivia and Meg were flirting with you, I couldn't think of anything to say. I got so frustrated. I thought, 'He's mine. Stay away from him.' And, of course, they didn't stay away from you. I've thought a lot about me thinking that. I thought several times Saturday night about how much I want you to be mine." Tracie turned and moved up to kiss me. "And for me to be yours." She kissed me again. "Meg talked about kissing frogs a lot this weekend." Another kiss. "I lost two years of my love life. I don't want to waste more kissing frogs when I know someone I love and who knows how to please me in bed."
I put an arm around Tracie and pulled her in front of me. She straddled my lap, and we started kissing in earnest. When Tracie had invited me to visit her today, I had considered the idea that something like this might happen and had decided that I wanted to start a relationship with Tracie if she wanted to start a relationship with me. I loved Tracie. I found her a lot of fun to be with. I had really enjoyed kissing and cuddling with her two nights earlier. Why pass up on what appeared to be a promising relationship just because she was my sister?
I slipped my hands under Tracie's dress in back and moved them upward, pushing her dress up as I did. When I reached her butt, I felt only bare skin. She wasn't wearing panties?
Tracie hopped off the couch, grabbed the bottom of her dress, and pulled it off her to reveal her naked body. She smiled and said, "I dressed hoping things would go well." She reached down and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. "Let's get you naked."
I let Tracie pull my shirt off, then got off my shoes and socks before standing up to remove my shorts and underwear. I asked, "Shall we adjourn to your bedroom?"
"I don't know. You've let us sisters have sex with you exactly how we wanted. I thought I'd do the same for you. You can have sex anywhere you want however you want. Do something you've always wanted to do, but never have."
I thought about that. "I've had sex on a couch once and in the living room once - both with you." I gave Tracie an evil grin. "But I've never had sex in the kitchen. What do you think?"
"I'd be fine with that as long as, after we're done, we go to my bedroom for lots of kisses and cuddles."
"Deal!"
This was so wild. I had known this was a possibility, but I still wasn't prepared for it. There were so many things to figure out.
I took Tracie's hand - I hoped she liked holding hands in this situation - and led her toward the kitchen. I asked, "Are you going to tell Olivia and Meg about this?"
"No. I don't think they'd approve. They are expecting me to do kissing-frogs things."
Once we were in the kitchen, Tracie turned toward me. I picked her up under her armpits and lifted her onto a counter. I gave her three long kisses before telling her, "Lean back." She did while putting her arms behind her. She rested on them while thrusting her chest out, giving me perfect access to her tits. I put both hands on her tits, giving them a small squeeze.
"I don't think I got a good feel of your tits before." I continued to squeeze them, moving my hands to different positions.
"You haven't. I think Meg and Olivia had already set the boundaries of no feeling breasts before you got to me." Tracie pulled my head toward her, and we kissed as I continued to get familiar with her wonderful tits.
I ended the kiss and said, "Mind if I suck on them?"
"You're free to do what you want today."
I moved to take a nipple into my mouth. Before I did, I asked, "Do you normally like to have them sucked on?" I took the nipple into my mouth.
"It depends. I like a lot of foreplay. A lot of kissing with other things thrown in. So suck on them for a while, kiss me for a while, and then do some other foreplay until I'm ready for sex."
As I sucked on one nipple, I squeezed the other between my fingers. After I sucked on the first nipple for half a minute, I pulled back and said, "You have wonderful tits."
"Thanks!" Tracie pulled me in for another kiss. "Can we move to another spot? The counter is cold to sit on."
"Sure." I helped her down and then looked around. The kitchen was U-shaped with a bar separating it from the dining area. Along the bar on the side opposite the kitchen were three bar stools. I decided to move over there. As I guided Tracie around the bar, I asked, "Are you my girlfriend now?"
Tracie smiled. "I very much want to be your girlfriend now. Our dating will be a lot different than the dates each of us has done in the past - no dinner-and-a-movie dates - but I still want us to date. I very much want a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship with you."
Once I led Tracie to one of the barstools, she hopped up on it so she was sitting sideways on it. She placed on top of the bar the cotton dress she had worn and then carried around. I stood behind the back of her barstool and started kissing her. She responded by slipping her tongue into my mouth. As we French-kissed, I ran my right hand up and down her body. When I brought it down to her pussy, she put her left arm on the bar and leaned backward while spreading her legs wide to give me better access. Her bush was short, but not bikini-short. I slipped my finger inside her pussy lips and found her very wet.
Tracie broke off our kiss and said, "Oh, yes. Make your girlfriend feel good."
"I love you," I said as I worked my finger down Tracie's pussy.
"I love you, too," said Tracie as she closed her eyes to focus on the pleasure I was giving her. I slowly worked my finger up and down her pussy, guessing that she liked a leisurely pace in foreplay. I bent forward and gently gave Tracie a series of kisses on her shoulder as I listened to her breath. When she seemed to be in a state of really enjoying what I was doing to her, I began keeping my finger close to her clit, making large circles around it.
Tracie suddenly sat up. "Would you give me oral sex please?"
"Sure."
Tracie turned the middle barstool so that it faced away from the kitchen and then slid over to it. "Olivia, Meg, and I all agree that you do a great job of eating pussy." She leaned back, putting both arms on the bar while sliding her pussy forward off the barstool. I knelt on the floor and brought my mouth to her pussy. I parted her lips with my tongue and began licking up and down her whole pussy.
"I've always been bad at communicating during sex as I always wanted the guy to take the lead," said Tracie. "But it's a very different dynamic with you, as I'm used to bossing you around as an older sister. I'm comfortable telling you what I want."
I interrupted my licking to say, "I want you to let me know what you want. I want the sex to be great, so you'll keep wanting to do it."
Tracie laughed. "Based on my first two times with you, my wanting to do it won't be a problem."
I sucked on Tracie's clit and then licked a slow circle around its base with the tip of my tongue. "Did you like that?"
"Yes," said Tracie between deep breaths. "Now add a finger."
I slipped a finger inside Tracie's pussy and began to fingerfuck her while continuing to suck and lick on her clit. It was uncomfortable kneeling on the floor, but I didn't think I had much longer to do it. Her breaths started getting shorter and higher in pitch.
"Yes! Yes! YEESSSSSSS!"
Tracie bucked on the barstool as she came. I slowed my ministrations, knowing that she'd be very sensitive right now but wanted to continue to give her pleasure. Eventually, she pushed my head away. I stood up.
"Fuck on the barstool?" I asked.
"Sounds different and fun. Let's give it a try."
I moved my cock to her pussy, slipped the tip in, but then pulled it out. "You're too high."
"Let's try this." Tracie flipped around she was now facing away from me. The barstools had a loop of metal about a foot above the floor, and Tracie put her feet on that. She then leaned far forward, grabbing the far end of the bar with both hands. I moved up next to her and slid my cock inside her. I pushed forward, slowly burying about half my length inside her. I pulled back and then pushed my full length inside.
"This height is great," I said. "How is it for you?"
"Good. I'd probably enjoy missionary more, but I want to do it like this to see what it's like."
I pulled back and thrust forward. I did that a few more times before placing my hands on the edge of the bar to help brace myself as I fucked Tracie. We quickly established a good rhythm.
"That's it. Fuck your girlfriend."
"I'm going to give you a good fucking."
As I fucked Tracie, the barstool made wooden squeaks. I couldn't fuck Tracie hard because that would make the barstool move, but every thrust was still quite enjoyable. It was kind of like doggie-style, but I had more of a feeling of power because I was standing up. Tracie's pussy felt so good to fuck; tight and wet.
"You're mine now, Tracie."
"Yes!"
"Isn't that what you want? To be mine?"
"Yes. I want to be yours with all my heart."
Every time I thrust into Tracie, there was a loud slapping sound. It was probably the loudest slapping sound I've made while fucking. Not only did fucking Tracie feel amazing, it was a lot of fun - fucking in a room I've never fucked before in a completely new position. I knew that every time I'd visit this apartment, I'd see these barstools and remember this fuck.
Tracie shifted position slightly, turning her head before putting it directly onto the bar while stretching her arms out to either side. That rotated her pussy slightly so that I was thrusting a little lower. I increased my pace slightly. I was close to coming.
"So good, Craig. So good."
I did feel so good. The pleasure kept mounting and mounting. And then, I felt it - I was coming. I slammed into Tracie and blasted shot after shot of cum into her. Pleasure swept through me. The perfect end to a great fuck.
When I was done coming, I pulled out. Tracie grabbed her cotton dress and brought it to her pussy as she turned around. She asked, "Ready to go cuddle and kiss?"
* * * *
Dating Tracie was great. She was a lot of fun, almost to the point of being silly. We spent a lot of time kissing and cuddling, which we both loved. There was something about her that really made me feel like a man. We did a lot of what Tracie called "cheap dates" - going out together to see things that people our age normally didn't see. We took walks in parks and explored interesting parts of downtown despite the cold. We watched a couple of high school musical productions. We also spent a lot of time on the couch cuddling while watching Netflix. My favorite "cheap date" was driving through neighborhoods that had a lot of Christmas lights while listening to Christmas music on the radio and sipping hot chocolate.
But there was a steely fierceness underneath that cheerfulness. Tracie was fully committed to our relationship. A little cold or having to see B-tier events with me wasn't going to stop her from having a good time. She was tremendously happy being with me and loved it when I told her, "I love you," "You're mine" or "You're my best girlfriend ever."
On December 10th, Tracie and I were in bed cuddling after sex. She said, "Meg is going to call you to ask you to stay the nights of the 23rd, the 24th, and the 25th at Mom and Dad's."
I startled a little. Spending three nights in a row at Mom and Dad's implied fucking all three of my sisters again. "Aren't they dating guys?"
"Yes, but no one seriously."
"Shall I tell her no?" I felt like telling her no was the right thing to do now that Tracie was my girlfriend, but Tracie hadn't sounded like she thought Meg's idea was a bad one when she mentioned it.
"Tell her yes."
"But..."
"I'm fine with you making love to Olivia and Meg again. You and I wouldn't have gotten together without you making love to them. I don't see any reason to not let you keep doing it occasionally." Tracie shifted a bit. "If you tell Meg no, she might get suspicious. I don't want to tell her and Olivia about us yet. Maybe once we've lived together for a while I'll tell them." She shifted again. "Also, it's a lot of fun for Olivia, Meg, and me. We'll spend a lot of time planning what each of us will do so that we don't give you any clues as to who you're with. And then afterward, we have a lot of fun comparing notes." Tracie poked me with a finger. "And don't expect me to tell you who was when. You'll have to figure it out on your own."
I laughed.
Did I want to fuck all three of my sisters anonymously again? Hell yes. If Tracie was fine with me doing it, I was absolutely up for it.
I gave Tracie a squeeze. "I love you."
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