Sibling and Female Partner in Chapter 2
After engaging in a sexual encounter with my sister Becky for the first time, I awoke the next morning with a throbbing headache. Considering the amount of alcohol we consumed the night before, it's understandable. Although I enjoyed the experience, I felt a hint of regret, perhaps caused by the guilt of having had sex with my sister.
I was lying in her bed, positioned near the sliding glass doors leading to the balcony, which allowed sunlight to fill the room. It was only 7:00 a.m., but the sun's rays were filtering through the drawn curtains from the window in the adjacent bathroom. I squinted, attempting to focus on the room around me. Becky and Tammy's shared room, furnished with soft colors, radiated pink and peach hues in the early morning light. Becky and Tammy were sleeping, legs intertwined beneath the covers, both looking peaceful and at ease.
Becky's positioning was unusual; she lay grasping the pillow between them, resting her head on it and facing the wall, her body draped across Tammy's. Her left arm lay on the pillow, and although it was possible she held Tammy's hand, her right arm, stretched out, was slightly off the pillows, indicating her discomfort. Her back was uncovered, an indication of her frequent restlessness throughout the night. Tammy, on the other hand, was scrunched up on the bed, hips tucked in, as she burrowed under the sheet, warm and cozy. Her left arm was concealed under the pillow, while her right hand rested on Becky's hip.
Becky's back was exposed, unlike the rest of her body, as she lay on her right side. Despite occasionally feeling warm, I found it odd that her left arm, which typically was more exposed, was absent from the scene. This raised my curiosity about whether they regretted what had just transpired or if they were afraid of causing offense towards each other. They shared a special bond and were a couple, so perhaps my movements had been inappropriate and now, she had to cover herself more.
My own sexual fantasies often featured Becky stripping off her pajamas, whether she was awake during the act of undressing or not, and ultimately touching herself as preparation for bed. When asleep, I envisioned her lying naked beneath the sheets, shivering in the cold. I imagined her form and considered the pleasure she might experience if she woke up wet. I mused about the possibilities of slipping into her room unnoticeably, finding her body warm, her face flushed from sleep, and reaching out to touch her intimately. Did such fantasies cross her mind, as I considered possibilities of sleeping nude myself?
As Becky's and Tammy's bodies transformed from a state of relaxation into slumber, they had comfortably shared a bed for the night. Now, I noticed Becky was wearing pink panties, the same ones she'd discarded last night, upon allowing me to enter her. I also noticed Tammy was wearing a white tank top, presumably replacing the green one from the previous night. It seemed peculiar, as their intimacy with each other may have been jeopardized.
In comparison, I had once been invited to share a bed with a married couple. This experience allowed me to explore their desires, as they had both proposed having a ménage with me. However, the set-up was tricky and the outcome could have led to complications. This situation seemed similar; I wanted Becky but I didn't want to unsettle their relationship. She was a special person to both myself and Tammy. I knew how unstable these situations could be and had witnessed negative consequences in similar situations in my past.
However, after some time, she developed a strong emotional bond with me, causing him to develop resentment. I believe she harbored genuine emotions towards me, or perhaps not for him. I was bewildered as I assumed that as adults, they already had everything seemingly figured out. I held a sincere conversation with the gentleman and apologize, expressing that I had not intended for this to occur. I proposed we cease our interactions. At first, he was appreciative, but following another week, his demeanor drastically transformed into hostility. I sensed that his wife might've been unhappy about the lack of interaction, or being on the outside of the decision-making process. Nevertheless, I never inquired, and I eventually parted ways from the position. It was unfortunate, as I held fondness towards them both, but things had progressed to a level where I was mingled in a real relationship.
On that particular day, these thoughts occupied my mind, and my heart pounded rapidly. I hypothesized that they had engaged in conversation after the sexual encounter, even though I believed we had all dozed off. Perhaps Becky or Tammy, or both, regretted their actions. Perhaps one or both loathed me and desired my departure. While much of this could be considered paranoia, I have always followed my instincts, and at that moment, my instinct was to allow them space. Fortunately, they both appeared to be deeply asleep when I stood up, and so I silently departed the bed.
As I stood, I recalled that I had entered the bedroom wearing all my clothes, and I located my apparel among the clutter that filled their room. Such a state of disarray was typical for women. Unearthing my boxers, I found them at the end of the bed where I had removed them after Becky had eagerly pleaded for sex. These recollections filled me with sadness, and I pondered whether I was merely fabricating a scenario. Nevertheless, I decided it wouldn't be awful to give them some privacy. If they had not already engaged in conversation, perhaps they would prefer to do so now. Stealthily, I gathered my clothing and left the room.
In my own room, I tossed aside my belongings, clad in just my boxers. The clothes fell with a loud thud, and the belt's jingling was a dead giveaway of my entrance. I knew this had been too noticeable and hurriedly retied my boxers. In the hallway, I visited the second restroom, a space that served double duty as a guest bathroom. I kept this bathroom clean but was jokingly compared to a bachelor for leaving shavings or "manly items" scattered about. When the girls' friends arrived and made use of the facilities, Becky and Tammy mocked them, insisting they could use the more private bathroom in their room. "Or you can use the manly one," they'd tease. While some visitors felt more comfortable with their own restroom, Becky and Tammy frequently utilized the one I designated for myself. Consequently, I knew it was likely they had heard my urinary activity when I relieved myself. Remarkably, they had never commented on this. [^ (@) - Substantially, there's a bit more detail in the verbiage employing 'in the first place' and 'felt silly' that gives the story a conversational tone. 'In the first place' in the original indicates setting up the context and positioning on a prior decision to have sex, which renders the story timeline and reasons for leaving tidily concluded. It introduces the notion that they should never have entered a relationship and that the narrator had been mistaken. 'Felt silly' subtly adds a sense of regret, but more significant is that it implies that these worries were unfounded. In the other sections, 'robotically' and 'quietly' have been implemented to accurately convey the narrator's actions and 'funny' has been shifted to 'remarkably' to comment on the realization that they may have heard the narrator relieving himself. The remaining text is mostly identical.
Though some details and language have been changed, the overall flow, message, and sentiments of the original text remain intact and informal.]
Currently, I shook my head and attempted to concentrate on emptying my overfilled bladder. I partially shut the door, but to avoid generating noise, I left it slightly ajar. I took my penis out of my boxers and aimed it towards the toilet. There was some morning wood, but it had mainly dissipated. By concentrating and relaxing, I eventually began urinating. I'm accustomed to having a forceful stream, and after a night of drinking and engaging in sexual activities, and now with a semi-erection, it came out aggressively and loudly. It felt fantastic, the relief coursing through my lower body. As I stood there, I could detect Becky's pussy juice remaining on my penis. I had just been inside her, profoundly inside her, only last night. Following my urination, my penis had regained its full rigidity, and I was feeling rather content with myself. I recalled the way her pussy tightened around my penis as I climaxed. I recalled her abrupt dampness. Did she ejaculate? This caused me to become significantly aroused once again. No matter what the outcome from all this, at least I had a treasured recollection.
I tucked my firm penis back into my boxers, although this was ineffective. I was now highly aroused. I switched on the sink, less concerned about noise due to what had just crossed my mind. While washing my hands and face, I softly undulated my hips against the sink with my erect organ. I recalled Becky humping me on the couch and wondered if my trousers smelled like her pussy. I decided to check, but regardless of whether they did or not, I was about to spread out on my bed and masturbate to my sister. Sudden thoughts crossed my mind of Becky and Tammy sauntering into my room to observe me stroking my penis. With this in mind, I gave the sink one more little undulation and turned to depart.
Striding into the hallway, I nearly collided with Becky. I was eagerly returning to pleasure myself to her, but there she was standing in the entranceway. She appeared half-awake, yet she awoke further when I nearly bowled her over. "Oh! Excuse me!" she exclaimed. She held me back with her left hand, at first to prevent me from knocking her down. Later, she touched me more gently and squeezed tenderly.
"Hi! I apologize!" I stated, foolishly. I was astounded and a bit guilty, both from the previous night's events and what I had been daydreaming about. "Did I wake you up?"
"No, it's okay," she yawned. She donned an aged worn red T-shirt that reached her hips. I could witness her panties below the hem. My penis surged a touch. I pictured those panties smelling amazing at the moment.
Sooner than I anticipated, she drew me in for a fleeting kiss. Just a peck on the lips, but as she did so, her stomach crashed against my erection. "I didn't want to wake up Tammy, so I followed you," she mumbled. There was something intimate about the way she spoke, like we were clandestinely sneaking around our parents. I relished it; it made me feel close to her again. I debated whether to depart but desired to remain.
She opted for me. Without uttering a word, she dragged off her underwear and sat on the toilet. She gave me a brief glance but then closed her eyes. After a moment, I could hear her urinating. Becky resembles me in this respect: she urinates forcefully and for an extended duration. She emitted a gentle sigh and I could discern the relief coursing through her. Her large breasts were pressing against the T-shirt, and her nipples were protruding through the material. I was thoroughly savouring this, and I stood in the doorway watching her, caressing my penis through my boxers. I desired to fuck her once more immediately. She lifted her eyes to me, enjoying the sight, then gazed back down at my hand rubbing my hard on. My penis was barely confined by my underwear at this point, the waistband detached from my stomach. She raised her eyes to me again and smiled.
She finished her pee with a slight grunt and a moan, then closed her eyes calmly once more. She stood up, and without wiping her vagina, she pulled her panties up and adjusted them tightly around her. She walked over and leaned in for a peck on the lips, but without stopping, she took my hand. Once more behaving secretively, she looked down the hallway towards her bedroom door, but no one was there. She then directed me into her bedroom instead and towards the bed, pulling me down beside her. She was giggling again. She appeared exquisite; at that moment, I was head over heels in love with her once more. We lay on our sides and began to passionately kiss.
The intensity escalated. We deep French kissed for a short while before my hands were all over her. I was on my right side, and although we hadn't been hugging at first, I soon wrapped my arm beneath her and drew her closer. My left leg moved between hers, my bare thigh pressing against her crotch. With my left hand, I grabbed her butt, then rubbed her vagina a little. She allowed me to lead, holding me firmly against her but not pulling excessively. I moved my left hand up and sat up a little to create space and placed my hand on her right breast. Her nipples were still erect, so I gave it a gentle press with my thumb. Then I thought it wasn't enough and I reached my hand under her shirt, feeling the soft flesh of her gorgeous breasts. We kissed again, then I pulled her shirt up and kissed her nipple. She was now breathing harder, and she let out a low murmur. I loved discovering that my sister was a moaning type. I wanted to please her more.
I rose up off the bed and raised her T-shirt up entirely, over her head. She followed suit willingly, soon being entirely unclothed. Now she was predominantly on her back, looking up eagerly at me. I remained my right arm under her, at her lower back, and moved my lips over her. Her mouth, her neck, her breasts, her stomach; all received my affection. My left hand was now at her hip, but as I moved my lips back up to her breasts, I moved it between her legs and began rubbing her vagina. I could already tell she was saturated. I moved up again to kiss her, going from her breasts down to her waist. My right hand was no longer beneath her – I flattened her hair with it while I settled in between her legs, ensuring I remained leaning directly over her. My left hand was still stimulating her vagina continuously.
It dawned on me that perhaps she was attempting to be silent to avoid alerting Tammy. However, I was past caring about all that now. I didn't care who knew about us now. In fact, I liked the idea of Tammy learning about it. She'd been a part of the previous night, a part of our first time. I wanted Tammy to know.
Becky had her arms flung back, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Her lengthy, wavy blonde hair was wild behind her. She appeared stunning in her moments of bliss, moaning louder and louder. Then she opened her eyes and gazed up at me.
"Fuck me, Samuel. Fuck me once more," she demanded, eagerly. She hugged me tightly and planted her mouth on mine. Our tongues danced lustfully. But then I pulled away again, an evil plot forming in my mind.
"I will," I said casually. I took my right hand away from beneath her. I held her knees in my hands, and gently separated her thighs. She raised her hips slightly. She must have thought I'd be removing her panties and mounting her, but I didn't want to do that. I didn't want that to appear to be chance. Instead, I crawled between her legs, but I bent down and placed my arms under her. I hoisted her up off the bed, raising her towards me. My nearly upright penis pressed against her drenched underwear. She was taken aback, but let out a small escape of joy as well. As I lifted her, she put her arms around me and clung to me. Perhaps she thought I would fuck her in this position, or impale her against the wall. However, that wasn't my goal. I had a different intention.
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I was still on my knees on the bed, but I moved backwards and onto the floor, standing. Then I adjusted her weight on my arms. I pressed our hips together, bracing her against me, and started kissing her intensely. She returned the favor, her arms around my shoulders now as I supported her with my hands on her butt. It was difficult having her whole weight on me, but she ground against me a little. I felt her panties again and she was definitely wet. So now I knew my sister was a moaner and a leaker. She had fucked me the night before and now, after peeing in front of me, we were about to fuck again. I had to be careful; I was so aroused now I could have cum just standing there. I took a moment to collect myself and started walking towards the door.
She probably didn't know where this was going yet, but she burst out in laughter. I felt relieved that she didn't seem to care about being discreet anymore; that would make things easier for what was about to happen. "Watch your head," I announced and she broke off our kiss and buried her head against my shoulder as we passed under the door frame. When she came up again she laughed and kissed me, but then she turned to see where I was taking her. I guided us down the hall and to her bedroom door.
When we reached the door, we could see Tammy waking up and looking over at us. She appeared confused as I made eye contact with her. Becky and I both burst out laughing. Tammy stretched her arms like a relaxed cat, a puzzled expression on her face.
"What are you two up to, you crazy people?" she probably thought we were nuts, but she took it in stride, as always. She was fully conscious now and gave us a half-smile.
I stood at the end of the bed and leaned down to allow Becky's weight to fall off me. However, before she could move, I grabbed her hips and flipped her over. Laughing, she landed on her knees and elbows instead of falling over. Her breasts hung down and I envied Tammy's view, but I had my own plans. I grabbed her panties in the waistband and pulled them down over her thighs until they reached her knees. She knew what to do: with her feet off the bed but still bracing herself, she moved her hips upwards slightly so I could take them off her. I took a moment to appreciate her pussy as I held Becky's soaked panties up in front of my face. Inhaling, I experienced a moment of bliss - the scent of her juices and pee filled me. Then I looked up to see Tammy still staring at us, smiling. I threw the wet panties at her.
"I'm about to fuck my sister again. You won't miss it," Becky giggled.
Tammy didn't say anything aloud but her actions spoke volumes: she reached down and picked up the wet panties with her left hand, bringing them up to her face to smell them. As Becky looked at her, grinning, Tammy knelt up, pulled the blanket off and displayed her bottom naked. I could see her nipples sticking out against her tank top. Then I turned to face my sister lying in front of me.
I leaned down to take my boxers off, bringing my face close to her now-exposed sex. I took another deep inhale of her wetness. Her asshole was visible now too, a pink and brown hole smiling in anticipation. I took a minute to kiss her pussy before planting a light kiss on her asshole. This made Becky laugh again. Tammy looked at me, then at Becky, then back at me. Still holding her left hand up behind her head and her right hand holding Becky's panties, she parted her legs. I started sliding into my sister as she began to slowly finger her own pussy. With me inside, we both settled onto the bed. Becky turned her head slightly to the left and I could see her mouth slightly agape as she enjoyed herself, her eyes flickering open and closed.
Rather than the previous night, I was now generating some serious oil in my sister's vagina. The evening before, I was so captivated by our connection that I simply placed my dong inside her until we both achieved climax. However, even though I was moments away from erupting merely a few minutes earlier, my penis now performed at an expert level. It was harder and stiffer than the previous night. I was thrusting long and deep; occasionally speedy, at times slower. Occasionally, I would pull out slightly just for a second so Becky could feel the engorged helmet delving within her again. Other times I would allow my hips to descend, causing her to sense the girth rubbing up against her clit, while my balls slapped against her. I would occasionally raise up, allowing my phallus to spread her wide open as I simultaneously rubbed her urethra. I could feel my chamber tapping her G-spot, teasing it.
Becky adored all of it. She moaned, grunted, squealed. Her mouth hung open. When her eyes opened, she gazed at Tammy with glee. Tammy observed silently, her hand unrelentingly rubbing away at a steady pace. Every now and then, she would glance at me, but she mostly basked in Becky's reactions.
After a few seconds, I leaned forward slightly and reached down around Becky's hip. I located her clit and began to massage it. The response was prompt: Becky ceased moaning and began a steady grunt of pleasure. At this, Tammy elevated herself on her elbows and moved closer to my sister. She used her mouth to engage with Becky's, and her hand continued to stroke the wet panties, while her left arm caressed Becky's swaying left breast. This was when Becky reached orgasm.
My penis experienced it: the wetness she had earlier but now every bit as noticeable and evident. This was a squirt, without a doubt. Just as she urinated forcefully, Becky erupted hard onto my cock. I could sense her urethra pulsing on the tip of my penis, lustfully engaging with it. Instead of disengaging, I plunged all the way in and remained immobile, feeling her vagina orgasm around my dong. Becky detached from Tammy and emitted a cacophony of pleasure. Her eyes closed and her facial muscles tightened beautifully. Her face flushed, but I perceived her back and butt also flushed slightly. It was a stunning sight: my sister was experiencing an intense full-body orgasm, all thanks to me.
This impacted Tammy as well. When Becky commenced to climax, her eyes widened, as round as saucers. Her legs spread somewhat wider, and her hand abandoned the springy briefs, instead beginning to rub the fabric against her vagina. She elevated her knees and propped her feet on the bed. She watched Becky's face intently, reveling in her orgasm vicariously. It was breathtaking too. I saw the love they had for one another. Again, it felt like Tammy was a second sister to me.
Nonetheless, I was not intent on reaching my goal so quickly. My member had its own mind; all I could consider was intercourse. As Becky emerged from her orgasm, she recommenced kissing Tammy. However, she displayed no proclamation of being done, either. She now commenced to push back onto me, inclined to accommodate my sausage unceasingly. Her dewdrops accumulated on her, her fair hair mingling with her perspiration and clinging to her neck and shoulders. Her lips connected with Tammy's persistently, sometimes tonguing her and letting her taste my sister's moisture. She parted her lips and placed her palm over Tammy's cheek, locking her gaze with hers.
"I just came so fucking intensely, baby!" And she laughs.
Tammy chuckled as well, "I couldn't help but notice!" Then they kissed again. As soon as Becky's hand moved away from Tammy's vulva, she started to kiss Tammy intimately. At this point, I was not keen on interrupting their happiness, but I felt a connection to Tammy and wanted to convey that to her. My free hand found her knee, but I carefully crawled my way up to her upper thigh, commencing to rub the inner area. She seemed to relish it. She drew closer to me, still with her eyes closed, delighting in her sister's kiss and my touch. A heartwarming feeling washed over me: my sisters adored me deeply.
As my fingers glided across her smooth skin, thoughts of the previous night filled my mind. When I reached climax inside Becky, I had unwittingly touched Tammy as well. There was tenderness there, and I sensed it within me now too. I gently stroked her thigh, applying light pressure, and Tammy started moaning. My gaze shifted down to see Becky's hand enveloping mine. She had moved away from her lover's pussy and was offering my hand to take over. The moment my hand was over Tammy's wet folds, Becky skillfully guided my index finger to Tammy's clit. Together, we adoringly caressed it as she moaned louder and louder, almost gasping.
Breaking the intense kiss, Becky stared intently at her, soaking in the pleasure emanating from her.
"You're so gorgeous, dear." Tammy opened her eyes to see Becky gazing upon her in adoration. "I adore you so much, you're so beautiful," she whispered. They kissed again, and Tammy reached her climax. Becky grasped my hand, urging me to thrust deeper inside Tammy. However, she soon released her grip, reached down with Becky's now discarded panties, and began to softly rub Tammy's clit in slow, circular motions. As Tammy panted and moaned, Becky pressed her lips against hers once more. Just when I thought Tammy's orgasm had subsided, she suddenly tightened her entire body and drew her legs together. She clenched our hands tightly before softly rolling to one side and then the other, allowing her intense pleasure to flow through her slender frame. Her nipples were rock-hard, I noticed.
The next thing I knew, I was cumming. I found their entwined bodies absolutely mesmerizing, and I felt compelled to join them. After a few more thrusts, I took my hand away from Tammy's wet folds, and it slowly moved down her leg and held it gently. With my other hand, I captured Becky's hip and withdrew myself. My erection was rock-hard, harder than it had ever been in my life. With the intent to join them in lovemaking, I decided to pump in and out of Tammy's gushing pussy. I placed the glans near the entrance, almost pulling back before thrusting fully in once more. This rhythmic movement granted me pleasure beyond measure.
Becky perceptibly withdrew from Tammy's orgasm, and as she moved away, Tammy failed to reach a second climax. Yet, she accepted me happily and tenderly massaged my entire shaft. Her eyes were fixed on me, and she truly seemed like a goddess. She turned her head, trying to meet mine, her face flushed and drenched in sweat. I returned her gaze, looking into her eyes and realizing how beautiful she was. But this time, I was lying between them with her languishing on the bed.
"Hey, Samuel," Becky called from my left. She was lying on her side, displaying such comfort, but also flushed and damp from our sexual escapades.
"Turn on the fan," she instructed, pointing to a switch on the wall.
Moving dutifully, I switched the ceiling fan on to a medium speed, making sure it would maintain that level.
"That's perfect." She looked back at me, grinning. "Now come here." She patted the space next to them.
I walked back towards the bed, making sure to keep an eye on Tammy's peaceful form. She appeared to be out cold, lying only a few feet away, her tank top exposing her seductive breasts. She looked far younger, resembling nothing more than a child. I glanced at Becky. She, too, seemed to be at peace, though still flushed and sweaty from our passion. She offered a lazy smile.
"Your sister is ridiculous. She could sleep all day, you know." Then Becky processed what I had said and looked back at me, smiling.
"Becky, come here," she said, looking directly at me as she called out to her.
I drew closer to the bed, and she patted the spot between them. I could make out the bedding, covered in our perspiration and Becky's urine. As I took my place between the girls, lying on my back, I wrapped my arms around my chest and snuggled up next to Becky, facing her. She tenderly put her hand on mine and leaned up, kissing me deeply. To my surprise, Tammy suddenly awoke, only to realize she had reached her grand finale. She glimpsed at me and let out a hearty chuckle. Noticing her lackluster state, I found it amusing and snapped my attention back to Becky.
"Samuel!" she called me, her smile gentle yet affectionate. "I truly love you, my younger brother."
"I love you too, my sweet sister," I responded. We continued kissing, our lips melded together, and I began to lazily cuddle with the two of them, just like the night before.
But this time, Tammy had enjoyed the orgasms too, and she was slightly discombobulated by them. Her face was serene yet meek, and as I looked at her serene demeanor, I hoped she would not fall asleep.
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