An Ordinary Teenage Sex Life 2

Chapter 2: Friends

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Kwan,” I said politely and lightly bowed my head.

“Hello, Ben. How have you been?” Megan’s mother said warmly.

“Good, good. I’ve got no complaints.”

“That’s nice.” She leaned forward and patted my arm. “By the way, I wanted to thank you for introducing James to my daughter. He’s a very nice boy.”

My eyebrows furrowed. “Introducing?”

“Yes. Megan said you were the one that brought her and James together.”

“Oh… well,” I blushed. “Uh, James,” I began, feeling quite awkward saying his first name instead of ‘Kaito’. “He and Megan knew each other from school already. I just gave him some advice on asking Megan out.”

“So modest,” Mrs. Kwan chuckled. “Both of them told me you were the primary reason they started dating. I’ll admit that given your history with Megan, I was a little worried about the kind of boy you might recommend. But James has been a perfect gentleman and he’s so devoted to Megan.”

I smiled and nodded. “Yeah, he is.”

“Anyways, you didn’t come here to talk to an old windbag,” Mrs. Kwan stepped aside and waved me through the doorway. “Everyone’s in the living room.”

Clutching my poorly-wrapped present, I smiled and walked into the house. Several friends saw me and greeted me as I stepped into the living room. And then fifteen minutes later, I was singing “Happy Birthday to you!” along with everyone else. Everyone cheered and clapped as Mrs. Kwan set down the cake.

Cassidy called, “Make a wish!”

Megan grinned while looking right at Kaito, “No need. He’s already here.”

The Sanders twins giggled. Elaine Fukuhara squeezed Daniel Chen’s hand and grinned. And Kenny Doyle elbowed Kaito in the ribs.

I mused on how much can change in a year, smiled, and sipped my Sprite. This time, Megan’s parents were planning to stick around and watch over the party. There would be no scurrying up to bedrooms to have sex. And I didn’t even have a girlfriend present at the party. And yet, even without the sexual excitement or romantic love, I felt happier with my friends than I had in a long time.

We’d all been together for years. Some of us had been friends since elementary school, some since Junior High, and others had only joined us this close in the past few months. And after that time together, we were a circle of friends with bonds of friendship that felt like they would last forever.

But this time next year, who knew how far apart we would be flung? Colleges and jobs might take us away from home. Relationships would break-up. Every one of us would grow up and change into a slightly different person than the one we were today.

Lost in my philosophical musings, I was drawn back to the conversation when Sung held aloft the present I’d brought, handing it over to Megan with a deadpan, “This one looks like it was wrapped by a dude.”

Megan laughed and flipped open the card, gleefully announcing, “It’s from Ben!”

Everyone but me laughed at the shoddy wrapping job, but I shrugged off the ridicule in good humor. Hey, I’m a lover, not a present-wrapper. I decided to kick back and enjoy the day for what it was. There was just a week of summer break left, and I planned to enjoy it as much as possible.

Sinking deeper into my beach chair, I crossed my legs and stretched them out in the sand. My hand reached out to the side, I snagged the cold IBC root beer bottle, and I took a healthy swig. And I ogled all the female flesh before me. Cassidy was trying to dunk Rachel Tyler into the waves. Megan and Stephanie Vo were splashing the two of them from behind. And everywhere were nice pairs of tits and asses jiggling around to the musical accompaniment of girlish laughter. Now THIS was what a summer break was all about.

“I am the luckiest man on Earth,” Kenny Doyle drawled beside me. Even through his sunglasses, I could tell his gaze was locked onto Rachel. I couldn’t blame him; his girlfriend was pretty stacked.

“She’s just so… ooh, check out three o’clock,” Kenny’s voice abruptly changed and I saw the microscopic tilt in his head as he tried to keep his face forward but crane his eyeballs to the right.

I smiled. Just when I figured he was zoning out to the beauty of his girlfriend, leave it to Kenny to continue scoping the beach for other chicks. And so maintaining my own blank sunglass-stare forwards, I clicked my eyeballs to the right to see what Kenny was looking at.

He was right, there were two knockout babes coming down the beach wearing skimpy bikinis over the fittest, tannest hardbodies you could dream of. The girl on the right was of medium height, with a stacked rack highlighted by a green and white bikini. Her black hair was pulled back in a functional ponytail and her oversized Chanel sunglasses obscured half her face while highlighting her strong cheekbones and jawline. She seemed quite familiar, but I didn’t place her at first glance.

The girl on the left, however, was recognizable almost immediately. I’d memorized those slender legs absent of any trace of cellulite. I took in the flat tummy with just a hint of musculature. And there was no doubting the proud and round E-cups that attracted male attention like bees to honey. It was Adrienne.

I jerked in my seat at the realization and at almost the exact same instant, Adrienne saw me as well. She nudged her companion, who I now recognized as Heather Wilkinson. She was another cheerleader in our class and while not part of Adrienne’s inner clique last year, was still a known friend. And the two beautiful soon-to-be-Seniors walked over toward us.

“Helloooo ladies,” Kenny said theatrically as the girls got within a few feet. Already prepared, he raised two more IBC bottles. “Care for a drink?”

Heather giggled and reached for one while Adrienne waved him off.

“Careful dude,” I warned. “Your girlfriend IS right over there.” And as I forced myself to not stare at Adrienne’s hot body, I reminded myself that MY girlfriend was just a phone call away.

“There’s no harm in showing hospitality to a lady,” Kenny took on the air of a snooty aristocrat, as if offering Heather a glass of wine at a ball instead of a root beer on the beach.

“Hey, just looking out,” I shrugged. “How are you girls doing?” I asked between their two heads, avoiding staring at either one of them and struggling to keep my gaze above their necklines. I was trying to be Good Ben and bikinis were just so unfair.

“Good, good,” Adrienne answered while Heather took a drink of the ice cold refreshment. And then as she pushed her sunglasses up onto her head, my gorgeous ex-girlfriend pointedly looked right at me with her hazel eyes boring into the back of my skull. “And how are you, Ben? Haven’t seen much of you since that whole Tyson thing.”

“Er, um, yeah,” I fumbled, still not looking at her, hiding behind my shades and feeling awkward. “I’ve been around.”

“I was kinda hoping we’d run into each other more often.” The stunning blonde smiled at me, her eyes twinkling. “You’d think that being neighbors we’d somehow cross paths a few times every week.”

“Never did for six years,” I frowned and then mentally kicked myself for such a dumb response. “But I’m sure we’ll be running into each other a lot when school starts next week.”

“Sure thing, see you then,” Adrienne grinned, showing off her pearly white teeth. Her eyes evaluated me intensely and with more than a little interest. My own eyes gave up trying NOT to stare at her luscious curves and I felt my knees go weak at her familiar beauty.

“Thanks for the root beer,” Heather smiled at Kenny.

“Sure, sure,” Kenny grinned. “Feel free to come see me anytime for your hydration needs,” he cheered, raising his bottle.

Heather’s eyebrows popped above her sunglasses as she smiled. Adrienne shot me one last look, an unreadable expression on her face. And then they walked away.

Kenny’s eyes tracked them for thirty yards, staring at exquisitely tight asses that belonged on Olympic gymnasts. “Dude, Adrienne is NOT looking at you like an ex-boyfriend.”

“Don’t remind me,” I groaned, staring straight into my drink.

“Still on taxi duty?” Brandi, my older sister, grinned at me. She was standing outside baggage claim at John Wayne Airport when I pulled up and then ran around to greet her with a friendly hug.

At first, she just gave me the usual two-second sisterly clinch, releasing me well before I got to start enjoying the feel of her body in my arms. I stepped back, feeling some of the joy inside me melting away. Like every other past lover in my life, it seemed that she’d moved on.

I couldn’t blame her. After all, we’d had our incestuous fling and enjoyed the naughty thrill; but she was still my sister and ours couldn’t be a permanent relationship. She’d flown away to college and to Brian and never looked back. When it came time for our usual family trip to camp, Brandi had even shown she was grown up and no longer another “kid” in the family by staying at school for her internship. Perhaps she’d outgrown me as well.

But then a little smile tugged at the corners of Brandi’s lips. Her eyes fixed on me and she pulled me to her for a second hug. And this time, Brandi clutched me a little tighter and sighed with a hint of a moan while pressing her crotch a little deeper into my pelvis. “Ohhh, I missed you, Ben,” Brandi sighed.

When I pulled back, I arched an eyebrow at the pretty 19-year-old. She blushed and reached a hand to my cheek. “Hope you’ve stocked up on Gatorade, little brother. I talked to Dawn and she gave me the green light to drain you of all bodily fluids.”

“Seriously?” I asked with wide-open eyes. Did she just say what I thought she said?

“Dead serious,” Brandi answered in a husky, sensual tone. “I need to get laid, Ben. And I’ve been thinking of your dick all day.”

For some reason, I couldn’t WAIT to get back home. And before I knew it, I’d raced back to the driver’s door with keys in hand.

“Uh, Ben?” Brandi called from the sidewalk as I slid into the driver’s seat.

“Yeah?” I quickly answered and popped my head up above the roofline.

Brandi grinned and pointed to her bag. “We still have to load me and my luggage into the car.”

“Oops.”

Our parents were suitably happy to see Brandi when we arrived. They asked about her internship and she expressed her disappointment that she had to miss summer camp. “Things got quite interesting from what I’m told,” Brandi grinned while darting her eyes past Dad’s head to where I was leaning against the hallway wall. There was a twinkle in her eye as she saw me chugging a 64-ounce Gatorade bottle.

Sometime around the 30-minute mark, I wandered back in and Brandi looked at me pleadingly to rescue her from our parents. This time, my brain processed that the sooner my sister was done chatting with the parental units, the sooner I could bury my cock inside her. So I meandered into the living room and casually remarked, “Come on, Mom. Stop talking her ear off. She’s here for a week and you’ll have plenty of time to get all your little details about college life. C’mon, Brandi, I got something to show you.”

My sister was already rising to her knees. “I’ve gotta unpack anyways. I’ll finish telling you about the new apartment at dinner, okay?”

My parents reluctantly murmured their acquiescence as Brandi and I left the room and headed for the stairs. I let Brandi go up first and then paused to admire the view as she hopped up each step in those tight shorts. Seriously, my sisters had fiiine asses.

We got up into the hallway and at my head nod, Brandi followed me into my bedroom. “You said you’ve got something to show me?” she asked with a mask of innocence on her face.

I grinned and shrugged. “I just made something up to get you out of there. On the other hand, if you see something you like…” I drawled while spreading my arms to the sides.

Brandi was already on her knees and unbuttoning my shorts. “We don’t have much time, so just gimme your cum quickly, okay?”

I grunted, “Umm, okay,” already short of breath. My erect cock, which had started growing as I watched Brandi hopping up the stairs, sprung out right into my sister’s face and she quickly enveloped the head in her hot mouth.

“Oh, shit,” I groaned and stumbled, my knees turning to jello as Brandi sent shockwaves of pleasure up my body. I looked down, reveling in the old familiar sight. Her dark hair with blonde streaks was pulled back tightly and held with clips. Her brown eyes were focused on my shaft as I entered and exited her mouth. And her pretty face was simultaneously beautiful and naughty, the image of my older sister with my dick stretching her lips a powerful turn-on.

She tried to deep-throat me once, not quite reaching the base before gagging and pulling off. “You’re bigger than you were last winter,” she panted.

“Shit happens,” I groaned and put my hand back on her head, guiding her down onto my cock once again. This time, Brandi was better prepared as she took me into her throat, this time accomplishing the deep-throat and massaging my shaft with her neck muscles.

I didn’t last much longer than that. With both my hands behind Brandi’s ears, holding her at full depth, I heard her sharply inhaling all the oxygen she could find through her flared nostrils. And when my hips spasmodically jerked, thrusting myself that extra eighth of an inch deeper down the pretty brunette’s throat, her eyes popped open and then she backed her head away in anticipation of my creamy spunk.

I didn’t disappoint. Growling at the sensations pounding into my brain, I bit down on the urge to yell as my balls unloaded, nutting a gallon of cum into my sister’s mouth. Brandi’s timing to fly down was perfect. Brooke had been on her period since Wednesday and her heavy flow and crankiness had meant I hadn’t gotten my rocks off for two days. And that meant my older sister got WAY more cum than she was expecting.

Gamely, she swallowed down as much as she could before the urge to breathe outweighed the urge to get every drop. And when she pulled off I kept firing away, spraying Brandi’s eyelids shut, coating her cheeks, and splattering her nose with my pearly jizz.

“Fuck!” Brandi croaked when I was done, delicately attempting to open an eye without letting the burning semen seep into there. I quickly fetched her some tissues and watched, grinning, as my sister both licked up and mopped up all my spilled jism. “Brooke not taking care of you enough?” she asked with amazement in her voice.

“Just for a couple of days. She’s on her period,” I sighed. I wanted to apologize for hosing down Brandi’s face, but the orgasm felt too good and I was floating on too great of a buzz to feel any remorse.

Brandi smiled and sat back on her heels, mopping up the rest. I remembered that my sister didn’t actually like the taste of cum. But the knowledge that it was her little brother’s jizz was a naughty thrill she just couldn’t resist.

When she was done, she grinned at me. “That was so nasty, Ben. I loved it.” And then she sighed and looked down at her shirt, where several globs had dripped off her chin and hit the fabric. “I’d better sneak out of here and change my shirt. There’d be hell to pay if Mom or Dad caught us.”

I nodded and picked up my shorts, buttoning them and checking to make sure there was no evidence on me. “I’ll go lookout and give you the all clear.”

“Okay,” Brandi nodded as I headed for the door. “And Ben?”

“Yeah?” I turned around.

My sister smiled brilliantly at me. “Save your strength. I’ll want payback tonight.”

“Oooh, Ben… Oooh, like that… like that,” Brandi moaned and spread her legs a little wider. “Fuuuck! You’re getting better at that! You’re almost as good as Dayna!”

I smiled and went back to my task. I prided myself on my cunnilingus skills, which were the most effective route to making a girl happy. And it was no shame to be a close second to Dayna Evans in that category.

My 19-year-old sister giggled as she pushed my head deeper into her crotch and drummed her heels against my back. “I’ve been fantasizing about this for a month!”

Brandi laughed and then took a sip of her coffee. I looked up to see her fighting to keep her upper body still while she drank, the little pleasure spasms I was causing in her threatening to make her spill. And when she set the mug back down onto the counter, I took that as my cue to take her over the top.

With two plunging fingers in her snatch and my tongue wrapped around her clit, I soon sent Brandi into a shuddering climax. One hand was rubbing her own breast while she had the other clapped over her mouth to stifle her ecstatic moaning. And I soon felt the flow of honey trickling onto my face as she released her orgasmic nectar.

Even when she was done cumming, my horny sister wasn’t done with me yet. Her hands rather painfully tugged on my hair to pull me up and then gripping my cheeks, she pulled my faces to hers so that she could plant a fierce kiss on my lips and also taste her own fluids. And only after she ran out of breath did she tilt her head back and sigh in utter rapture. “Mmm, Ben. It’s good to be home.”

I wasn’t done with her yet, either. I dropped my shorts to my ankles, which left me completely naked while Brandi was just clad in a baggy T-shirt and nothing else. My hard cock sprung upwards, waving toward my sister’s pussy like a flower reaching for the sun. And scooping Brandi’s asscheeks into my hands, I tugged her to the edge of the kitchen counter and then gently lowered her onto my shaft.

“Oh gawd,” Brandi grunted as gravity pulled her all the way down to the base. She wrapped her legs around my waist for leverage and planted her hands on the countertop to hold herself upright. Suspended in mid-air as she was, it took almost all her strength just to hold that position while I drew my legs back and thrust myself deep into her pussy once again.

“Fuck me, Ben! I missed your cock! Fuck me!” my 19-year-old sister gasped.

I intended to do as she asked. But as erotic as our position was in my head, it was murder on our muscles. Brandi was athletic but she wouldn’t last long from the strain of holding herself on the counter’s edge. And I couldn’t get the leverage I wanted to really pound her pussy.

So lifting up on her buttcheeks, I elevated Brandi back up onto the counter where her naked ass was once again chilled against the cold granite surface. And with my cock still embedded inside her, I snaked my foot out to catch the short 10-inch stepping stool my mom used to reach up to the top cabinet shelves, hooking my toes around a leg to drag it over in front of me. And then planting one foot on the stool, I was able to elevate just enough to get a good fucking angle as I gripped my sister’s hips and really began to drive myself into her body.

Desperate for a handhold, Brandi reached out with her left hand and gripped the bottom rail of a nearby overhanging cabinet. Her right hand grabbed onto the sink faucet, and she had to bite down to stifle her moaning as I sawed in and out of her tightly clenched pussy.

“Oh, gawd… oh, gawd… fuck me, Ben! Fuck me!” she whimpered.

The cold granite had to be hard and uncomfortable. Brandi’s position was extremely awkward, holding onto the faucet and cabinet with her legs dangling in uncomfortable directions. Her whole body kept slipping and sliding, making my job of thrusting much more difficult. And my leg was starting to burn from trying to hold myself at this weird angle with only one foot on the step-stool.

But it was all worth it. My sister and I were practically fucking in the kitchen sink, of all places, while the rest of our family slumbered above us. It was so naughty and we both loved it.

Despite the awkward position, Brandi found enough pleasure and stimulation to start jerking spasmodically as an orgasm overtook her. She gritted her teeth to not scream, unable to clamp a hand over her mouth for fear of losing her position on the counter. And all that came out was a hissing groan of pleasure.

I came soon after, seizing Brandi’s hips in both of my hands as I jackhammered into her pussy while filling up my sister with my heavy cream. “Oh, Brandi,” I groaned in delight, even while my dick was still spitting cum. “You’re so hot!”

“Nngh,” she moaned and let her head fall back awkwardly against the wall behind her. She lay there panting for a minute as I stepped back onto the floor, pulling my cock out of her as I slid the step-stool back where it belonged.

A light suddenly came into my sister’s eyes, stirring her from her post-coital mellowness. And with an energy I didn’t think she had left, Brandi pivoted her hips around until her crotch was hanging over the sink. I looked on in confusion until she spread her legs and hunched with her abs, and the first trickle of my cum started running out of her reddened vaginal opening to drizzle down towards her anus and eventually start dropping off into the sink itself.

“So fucking naughty,” Brandi giggled happily. “By the way, it’s your turn to do the dishes.”

I chuckled at my sister’s antics. After dropping off a few ounces of sperm into the sink, she grabbed a paper towel to clean herself up. And then she sighed and leaned back against the wall. “Yeah, it’s good to be home.”

I washed my hands and face off in the sink (and rinsed away the incriminating seminal evidence) while Brandi pulled her panties back on. I would have preferred she stay half-naked, but there was no sense in taking chances any more than we already had. And then with the fresh glow of a happily satisfied young woman, Brandi sank down into the living room couch while I took the seat beside her.

I sipped my own coffee mug and fixed my sister with a smile. “So I know you gave the ‘rents your little speech about how school’s gone the past semester. Now tell me the good stuff.”

“Good stuff?” Brandi laughed. “I thought I just gave you the ‘good stuff’.”

“Not that. The stuff you can’t tell Mom and Dad. Are you still with Brian?”

Brandi’s face fell and I immediately wished I could take back the question. She sighed and explained, “We broke up in June. Brian’s smooth and quite the charmer. I caught him cheating with one of my best friends.”

I winced in sympathy. “I’m sorry.”

She tried to make a joke of it. “Yeah well it worked out for you. You got a red-hot horny sister who hadn’t had dick in almost three months.”

Her tone was light but she couldn’t quite manage to smile, no matter how hard she tried. My eyebrows canted and I leaned forward, squeezing her leg as I repeated, “I’m sorry. I know how painful that is when you find out your trust has been betrayed.”

Brandi snorted and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, you would, wouldn’t you, Ben,” she said a little harshly. Then catching herself, she took a deep breath and mused, “Guess it’s a good thing I’ll never be dating you, Mr. Player.”

“Hey, I’m not a player,” I pouted defensively.

“Well, you’ve certainly gotten around from what I’ve heard.”

I frowned and furrowed my eyebrows. “Did Dawn tell you EVERYTHING?”

Brandi shook her head. “No, not everything. But I can read between the lines. I got the impression you cut quite a swath through the girls at school since I left.”

I grimaced. “I’m not as proud of that as you might think.”

My sister held up her hand. “Hey, I’m not here to judge.” Brandi went quiet and looked away for a moment, biting her lip nervously as her eyebrows furrowed.

I watched my sister’s expression for a second, curious and concerned. She looked like she had something she didn’t want to say to me. “What is it?” I asked.

Brandi exhaled and glanced at me before looking away again. “Dawn’s almost positive you’re going to cheat on her. She thinks there’s no way you can last eleven months.”

“What? I said I could and I will!” I insisted, trying to convince my sister who looked pretty doubtful herself. “I mean, at least with Brooke around to take the edge off…”

“Brooke’s a sophomore, Ben.” Brandi shook her head. “She’s very pretty and outgoing and once school starts she’s going to be attracting boys like flies. You can’t lock her down.”

“I know,” I said in a wishy-washy voice.

“And I don’t know if I’m coming home for Winter Break this year,” Brandi continued, shrugging apologetically. “What are you going to do when you haven’t had sex in a few weeks and some babe with big tits throws herself at you?”

I fixed Brandi with an intense gaze. “So what do you want me to do? Just give up? Break up with Dawn before I hurt her by cheating or something?”

“No, no,” Brandi shook her head. “But I do think you need to talk to Dawn about what this separation is doing to both of you. Dawn is gorgeous and she’s getting a lot of male attention, too. You’re both young. You’re both horny. And you’ll only end up disappointing each other if you set the expectations too high. Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Ben.”

“But isn’t this a promise I NEED to keep?”

“For who? For her? Or for you?” Brandi looked at me sternly. “Look, I don’t know all the details, but I gather that you’re trying to prove something to yourself that you can be monogamous to Dawn. But even right now, you need to screw Brooke — and me — just to keep your libido in check. Fact is, you’ve never been monogamous to anyone, not even Dawn.”

I scowled and folded my arms over my chest.

“And besides, what makes you think Dawn really wants monogamy out of you anyways?”

“Huh?” My eyebrows furrowed. “She’s a girl; of course she does!”

Brandi gave me a wide-eyed look. “And what if Dawn’s not like other girls?”

I was confused. “Why wouldn’t she?”

“Because she loves you Ben, for who you are. She knew your history and loved you anyways. She may be ultra-possessive of your heart, but not so much for your body. Why do you think she so easily brought Dayna and DJ into your sex lives?”

“So what are you saying? That Dawn would be okay if I slept with other girls?”

Brandi shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know for sure. I mean, I know she’d rather you didn’t; but when push comes to shove, I think it’s just sex to her, Ben. As long as you’re honest about it.”

I frowned. If Brandi was right, it would be an ideal situation for me. I could have my cake and eat it too. But it also flew in the face of all the progress I thought I was making in maturing and understanding love, the way Keira and Megan had been hoping for me. I shook my head, “It just seems to good to be true.”

“Hey, like I said, you need to talk it out with Dawn before you do anything stupid,” Brandi cautioned before sipping her coffee again. “But it sort of makes sense for the two of you to have an open relationship until you can get back together. I mean, if I were in her shoes, I’d be happier knowing you got it all out of your system while you’re five hundred miles apart, so that you could come to me free and completely devoted in a year. From the way she talks, once you’re in college together she plans to never leave your side. But until then… well… you’re just kids.”

It made a sort of logical sense to me as well. And as I nodded slowly, I started to feel the first hints of my old horndog Ben instincts breaking free of the repression I’d been feeling for the past month or so. A little grin started coming to my face as I thought of all the hot chicks I might be able to bang.

“Just remember, Ben,” Brandi warned. “This is just my feeling based on what I know of Dawn. You still need to actually TALK to her. And even if she okays an open relationship, it’s still not a free pass to fuck any girl you please.”

“Right, right,” I nodded, my mind racing.

“And before you get all excited, remember that an open relationship goes both ways.” Brandi’s eyebrows raised in warning. “Can you handle that?”

I scowled immediately. The idea of some other guy putting his paws on my Dawn was not a happy thought. Still, Brandi had given me some food for thought.

With that, my sister set down her empty coffee mug. “Okay, time to clean up and get to bed.”

I nodded seriously and reached out to grab her mug in addition to mine, standing up and carrying them both to the kitchen sink. I felt a weight pressing down on me as I thought about all the complications and lustful urgings involved in a long-distance relationship. Not even the memory of Brandi squirting my cum out of her pussy into the sink could quite rescue me from my intense introspection.

But when I got back, Brandi was standing next to the stairs, her T-shirt flung over her bare shoulder and held up only by a finger. She smiled brilliantly and my eyes immediately went down to her naked breasts.

“Feel like sneaking a shower with me, little brother?”

I smiled at her tits, feeling my mood lighten immediately. Hey, the entire house was asleep. “I’m willing to risk it if you are.”

Sunday we hung out as a family. Mom and Dad decided to take us all to the Aquarium of the Pacific. We’d actually been there three years prior, when it opened, but the twins eagerly raced around checking out all the exhibits as if they were brand new. Seriously, those two could spend hours just petting the rays and feeling their slimy suede-ish bodies. Brooke had some thoughts of being a marine biologist and eagerly delved into all the scientific descriptions of the various sea creatures and plant life, even the boring ones. And I let out my own inner geek and enjoyed the place quite a bit myself. Those spider-looking crabs are just cool.

Brandi wasn’t much into aquariums, but she seemed to de-age back into a teenager hanging out with her younger siblings. She turned positively giggly watching the sea otters; and she seemed to enjoy just being a kid with our parents after spending the last year trying to act like a responsible adult at college.

Late that evening, Brandi repeated her little nude streaking across the hallway after her shower. I chased my sister into her bedroom and we quietly hopped under the sheets together.

Monday, Brandi spent the entire day visiting her old high school friends who were also home for summer break. She didn’t get back until just after midnight, and it took everything I had to stay awake to wait up for her.

Way too early on Tuesday morning, I felt something tickle my balls; and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” somebody groaned and as I sat up I realized I’d just shoved my dick an inch into someone’s throat.

A face quickly moved over mine and with a wide smile, Brandi said cheerily, “Good morning!” The warm suckling on my erection continued further below.

I blinked rapidly, my brain not yet processing how Brandi could be smiling at me from three inches away and giving me a blowjob at the same time. I was further confused when my older sister bent down and kissed me firmly, her tongue creeping out to tickle my lips before she pulled away.

Only then was I able to look down and see Brooke bobbing her head up and down in my lap, breathing through her nose and attempting to get my cock to re-enter her throat without gagging.

“It’s almost noon, Ben,” Brandi smirked. “You’re starting to lose your endurance or something. I didn’t think I wore you out that much last night.”

I gasped as Brooke gave me a particularly good suck. “I’m not the young man I used to be,” I chuckled.

“Well maybe if you’d pace yourself you wouldn’t be so wiped out,” Brandi tsked me.

“Well maybe if you got home a little earlier instead of staying out all day with your girlfriends, I wouldn’t have been so wound up,” I grinned.

Brandi smiled. “Hey, I didn’t fly back here just for YOU.” She rolled her eyes and then a little grin came to her face. “Okay, well, the idea of getting properly laid WAS a pretty important part of the decision. But I DO have friends around here I want to visit.”

I just shook my head and groaned as a particularly nice bolt of pleasure shot up my spine. Brooke was getting good at this.

Brandi smiled and got up, heading for my door. “Well, I’ll keep the twins busy helping me make lunch. Brooke, don’t take longer than five minutes. I know you like toying with him, but just make him squirt and get downstairs before the girls get suspicious, okay?”

“Mmph!” My little sister nodded with a mouth full of cock.

I sighed and lay my head back against the pillow. I loved my life.

Sweaty but satisfied, I made the last turn towards home. My day had started with an awesome blowjob from my little sister. Truly, there are very few things in life better than that kind of wake-up call. The morning was bashing a PlayStation controller with my friends. Lunch was a heavenly burger from Fuddruckers. And the afternoon was spent with more video games and an intense game of streetball. Winning the last game on a three-pointer with a hand in my face was just AWESOME.

Too bad I had to get home before Mom finished dinner. I could have hung out with my boys until well after the sun came down if it were up to me.

It was about 6:15pm when I pulled up to the curb, and to my surprise, there were two hot girls standing in the driveway. My eyebrows furrowed in mild confusion, I got out and casually walked up to the two of them.

“Hey, Brandi,” I greeted breezily. Then I stood up straight and looked almost questioningly at the stunningly gorgeous blonde chatting up my sister. What was she doing here? “Hey, Adrienne. What’s up?”

“Hi, Ben,” Adrienne smiled sweetly, if a little sadly as well.

Adrienne and I just sort of stood there for a few moments, staring back at each other while simultaneously reminiscing about our prior relationship and musing on how things had turned out. That time I’d run into her post-date with Tyson, our conversation had been punctuated with awkward silences, and this day was no different.

Fortunately, Brandi was there to fill in the empty gaps. “Looks like you’re just beating Mom’s curfew,” she said warily while looking back and forth between me and Adrienne inquisitively.

“Yeah, uh, am I the last one?” I asked while still looking at Adrienne. I felt a crackle of energy in the back of my head as my ex-girlfriend got a little smile on her face.

“No, Brooke’s not home yet either,” Brandi said, her mind clearly on a different subject.

“So, uh,” I pointed back and forth between my two-years-older sister and my ex. “How did you two end up here together? I didn’t think you really knew each other in high school.”

“Oh,” Adrienne shook herself from her reverie, her mesmerizing golden gaze on me dissipating as she glanced at Brandi. “I was at South Coast with some of my friends. You remember Heather Wilkinson, right?”

I nodded. Heather was the raven-haired beauty on the beach with Adrienne that one afternoon.

“Well,” Brandi took over the narrative. “I was out with Heather’s older sister, Jamie, and we stopped by South Coast as well. We hadn’t planned it but we bumped into Heather and Adrienne and their friends, and we started shopping in a big group together. Adrienne and I got to talking and we ended up here.”

I smirked and looked to Adrienne. “You just have a way of charming everyone in my family, don’t you?”

Adrienne blushed and smiled. “I’m good with families. I’m very polite with moms and I think most dads just want to nail me. And your little sisters are so adorable.”

“Wait, you’ve met my parents and my sisters?” Brandi arched her eyebrow.

“Well, yes,” Adrienne said, looking a little confused. Then she darted her gaze back and forth between me and my sister, settling on me, that old sparkle back in her eyes. “Wait, Ben. You didn’t tell her?”

I shrugged. “She was at college. It never came up.”

“Wait, what?” Brandi arched both eyebrows this time.

Adrienne tilted her head towards me while folding her arms beneath her breasts. “Ben and I dated for about two months. You didn’t know?”

Realization spread across my sister’s face. “Ohhh. No, I hadn’t. I knew Ben had a girlfriend after Megan and Cassidy, but I never knew who.”

Adrienne smiled wistfully. “Best two months of my life,” she sighed.

Feeling guilty, I bit my lip and averted my eyes.

Brandi just looked at the two of us and nodded knowingly. “Lemme guess, Ben fucked it up by being a dick-for-brains moron?”

I turned red while Adrienne nodded and sighed. “Pretty much.”

Just when I felt like crawling under the nearest rock, Brooke pedaled into the driveway on her bike, a little out of breath from racing to beat the 6:30pm deadline. “Am I late?”

“No, you’re fine,” Brandi told her.

“Oh! Adrienne! Hi!” Brooke said excitedly when she realized who we were talking with. My little sister had that star-struck look in her eyes again. “Are you going to have dinner with us?”

Surprised, Adrienne darted a look at me and Brandi before stammering, “Uh, well, I was really just chatting—”

“Actually, that’s a great idea,” Brandi interrupted. “I’m sure Mom and Dad wouldn’t mind. I mean, as long as your dad is cool with it.”

Adrienne’s face fell and she exhaled sadly. “Doesn’t matter. My dad’s never home by dinnertime.”

Brandi cocked her head, arching an eyebrow. “So what do you usually do?”

Adrienne shrugged. “Just eat dinner alone mostly. Unless I’m out on a date or something. And I do visit friends sometimes.”

“Well you’re not eating alone tonight!” Brooke said firmly, actually grabbing Adrienne’s hand and tugging her into the house.

Brandi and I were too surprised to do anything as Adrienne turned her head around to us with a surprised look on her face. But she let Brooke drag her inside and shaking our heads, Brandi and I followed after.

I was already cringing inside. The idea of being trapped in a room with my ex-girlfriend, someone I STILL felt guilty for hurting, didn’t sound like a good time. It didn’t help that I was still quite physically attracted to her and I was still working out in my head how to stay loyal to Dawn. But Mom and Dad, of course, were thrilled for Adrienne to join us.

“I don’t mean to impose, Mrs.—”

“Nonsense,” Mom interrupted her with a smile. “You’re welcome here anytime you like.”

“You’re very gracious,” Adrienne said politely while bowing her head slightly.

Mom beamed at the gorgeous young blonde while Dad tried not to be obvious in glancing at Adrienne’s tits, lightly covered by a thin, summery blouse. And when the twins came to the table they were even more excited to see Adrienne than Brooke had been.

Emma even asked, “Are you Ben’s girlfriend again?”

Adrienne blushed and shook her head before locking her gaze onto me. “No, we’re just friends,” she said rather wistfully.

I fought down the urge to hold Adrienne’s hand. My parents had sat her between me and Brandi, and it was all I could do to keep my mind focused on Dawn, my actual girlfriend. It was a weird juxtaposition. Being this close to Adrienne made me want to wrap her up in my arms and passionately make love to her. She physically stirred a lustful flame in me that seemed like it would never die. And yet she mentally stirred the painful memory of the terrible things I’d done in my past. I both wanted to be closer to her and also get the hell away from her.

Thankfully, I was saved by the food. Cut, bite, chew. I could handle that.

As expected, Adrienne charmed everyone. She stirred a livelier conversation around the dinner table than we’d had in weeks; and even a slight detour into a discussion of her home life couldn’t totally dampen the spirit. My parents expressed sympathy for Adrienne’s lack of parental involvement in her life and reiterated their invitation to visit anytime she liked.

Brandi seconded that notion, at least for the rest of the week. “I’m here until Sunday and I need some cool, adult company in a house full of ‘children’,” my older sister joked.

I rolled my eyes, Brooke looked offended, and the twins actually pouted, “We’re not children!”

Laughs went all around, and everybody was happy.

Late that evening, I flopped onto the couch, my right hand on the armrest as I rolled my head around my neck to stretch it out.

“You talk to Dawn already?” Brandi sat at the opposite end and pulled her legs up, draping them across my knees. Automatically, I reached out and started rubbing her feet in a massage perhaps more intimate than a typical sibling relationship. Feeling the pleasant relaxation start oozing up her legs, Brandi let her head loll back as she sighed happily.

“Whoa, you don’t want to stain the couch,” I warned her.

Brandi picked her head up and righted the bowl in her hands, which was filled to the brim with mint chocolate chip ice cream. She giggled and scooped up another bite, sucking on the spoon erotically and then pulling it out to take a long, sensuous lick.

I tried to ignore her sexual teasing for the moment. So focusing on the task at hand (at foot?) I answered my sister’s question. “Yeah, I talked to her.”

“Have you had THE talk yet?” Brandi’s eyebrows went up.

I frowned and shook my head while focusing on massaging my sister’s feet. I knew the talk she was referring to. “No. I’m not sure I ever will.”

“What, you don’t want an open relationship?”

I shook my head. “Ideally, Dawn and I can just have a normal relationship, right? Wouldn’t that be better? One guy, one girl, no extra complications.”

Brooke snorted. “Wait till I go back to school and Brooke finds a new boyfriend. THEN tell me you don’t want to discuss an open relationship.”

I rolled my eyes at her. “I LOVE Dawn.”

“Okay… But are you sure you can do it?” Brandi looked at me quizzically while eating another scoop of ice cream.

“I’m doing alright so far.”

Brandi snorted. “You’re doing alright because I’m fucking your brains out right now, and Brooke was doing so when I wasn’t here. Speaking of which, I’m gonna enjoy tonight, having you all to myself. Brooke will be off her period by tomorrow and she’s gonna want to cut in.”

I nodded and shrugged. “I’d still like to think I can handle it without you two. I mean, I know you’re warning me about what might happen if I start getting the urge to stray, but that hasn’t really happened yet. And I don’t want to bring up something complicated like an open relationship unnecessarily.”

“Okay, okay. I’m just saying, there’s a lot of temptation around here. Don’t think I didn’t notice that crackling chemistry between you and Adrienne tonight.”

I frowned. “What are you talking about? We dated; we broke up. It’s over.”

“Maybe. But that girl’s still got a thing for you,” Brandi blinked slowly and shook her head as if in disbelief. “Hell if I know why, you being such a dork. But she still wants you.”

“No she doesn’t. She’s out of my league and I hurt her pretty badly.”

“Then why was her hand on your thigh?” Brandi smirked.

I rolled my eyes. “She’s a flirt. It’s what she does.”

“Riiight.” Brandi ignored me then, looking at her ice cream as she finished the last two bites.

We were silent for a long few moments, Brandi letting her lead loll back again as she closed her eyes and set the empty ice cream bowl on the coffee table. I concentrated on stroking my sister’s soles and stretching out each individual toe, feeling a fuzzy warmth in my belly as I listened to her sighing happily.

Then I broke the silence, asking quietly, “You really think I’m a dork?”

Brandi smiled with her eyes still closed. “You’re my little brother. Of course I think you’re a dork.”

I rolled my eyes again.

Then Brandi continued. “Actually, you’re an idiot. You’re an idiot savant. Dumb as a brick in most regards, but somehow you’re a Mozart when it comes to a girl’s body.”

“What, like this?” I hummed as my foot massaging turned into foot caressing, gliding along my sister’s calves and tickling the pit behind her knee just at the edge between ticklishness and pleasure.

“Hmm, something like that,” Brandi sighed, a hint of a moan in her voice.

My hands ran a little higher up her legs, caressing her thighs with long strokes that started inching closer and closer towards her crotch. “Feel good?”

“Mmm, you should stop, Ben,” Brandi moaned with her eyes still closed and her head thrown back. “It’s still early and Mom and Dad might still be awake.” Her words said no, but she shifted her hips and opened up her legs a little wider.

“Then you’ll have to keep quiet,” I murmured as I slid the hem of her shirt aside with one hand and lightly ran my fingertip over the crotch of her panties with the other.

Brandi’s response was immediate. She arched her back and let out a quiet moan, thrusting her crotch towards my hand and suspending her hips in the air for a few seconds before sagging back against the couch cushion, whimpering softly. “Fucking tease,” she growled.

“Oh, and that spoon thing you were doing was just a part of eating ice cream?”

Brandi smiled, her head still tilted back with her eyes closed. She drawled, “Well…”

She didn’t get another word in before I slipped my fingers beneath the strap of her panties, this time directly stimulating her clit with skin-to-skin contact. And whatever Brandi had intended to say was drowned out in a moan of pleasure.

Light tickling of my sister’s pussy turned into firm stroking. Firm stroking turned into finger-plunging. And once I got her panties off, finger-plunging was soon joined by tongue-licking as I knelt on the floor beside the couch and dove my face into Brandi’s bare-shaven crotch.

“Oh, gawd… oh, gawd, Ben…” Brandi whimpered while I ate her out. She raised her T-shirt up her chest to paw at her own breasts while her legs came up and wrapped around my neck. Seeing my sister’s tits come into view, I took a wet-slicked hand and snaked it up her torso, rubbing her firm boobs and coating her nipples in her own pussy-juice.

“Unngh, Ben. You’re gonna make me cum!”

Smiling, I pinched her nipples a little tighter and bore down with my lips and tongue, really working her over. Every girl was different. Some of them liked me nibbling on their clit, others preferred a softer approach. Brandi was one who enjoyed my touch everywhere BUT her clit, firmly stroking her vaginal lips and drawing ever closer and closer to her pleasure center. But now as her hips began to vibrate, I zeroed in on that firm little nub, taking a long lick at it from base to top while wrapping my lips around it and sucking powerfully.

Lick, lick, BOOM. And I suddenly had a writhing, gasping 19-year-old sister trying to break my neck between her thighs. “Aaaa-waaaah!!!” she moaned beneath her own hands trying to muffle the sound.

No sooner had Brandi’s orgasm passed than she had spread her legs wide, giving me room to breathe while simultaneously tugging on my shoulders. “Fuck me, Ben! Fuck me now! I need it! I need your cock!”

My shorts were left on the floor as I got up from my kneeling position. My sister’s hand was already around my shaft as I moved between her legs; and she guided me into position as I leaned my hips in while bracing my arms against the back of the couch.

“Ohhhhwuuuhhhhhhnnnnggghhh,” Brandi moaned as I slid in to the hilt. And once I was fully embedded in this beautiful brunette’s snatch, she wrapped all four limbs around me and held me tightly.

Momentarily satisfied by that first lunge, I rested my forehead against the cushion behind Brandi. And as she adjusted to my intrusion, she turned her head to mine and we came together for a sweet kiss.

When we pulled back, Brandi smiled and growled right into my face, “You naughty sister-fucker.”

I chuckled and pulled my hips back a few inches, quickly ramming them forward again as if to punctuate Brandi’s comment. Even though we’d screwed every night since she came back home, I would never tire of being inside her.

Brandi was of like mind. Her eyes glittered as she gripped my biceps and growled happily, “Mmm… fuck me, little brother. Fuck me good.”

I’d started to do just that when suddenly we both heard a surprised gasp somewhere behind us. Brandi and I both froze immediately, and all I could think was a single thought, ‘Oh, SHIT.’

In shock, I craned my head around to see who had caught us. When I saw her, my eyes went wide while my jaw dropped. And despite the heavenly snugness of Brandi’s pussy, my dick started to deflate inside of my sister.

Beneath me, Brandi had gone pale. But she found her voice before me and managed to croak weakly, “Uh, hi Mom.”

“Brandi! Ben! What are you doing?” Mom hissed, fighting to keep her volume down. She quickly stepped around the couch towards us, clearly seeing the compromising position we were in. There would be no denying that my prick was currently embedded inside my sister’s pussy.

“Wait, Mom, I can explain,” Brandi sputtered while pushing at my chest. Obediently, I pulled out and turned around, losing my balance and collapsing onto the floor, flat on my ass.

“Explain what?” Mom challenged, her eyebrows high as she darted her eyes around the room in a panic. Brandi had no immediate answer and Mom frantically waved at the two of us. “For God’s sake, put some clothes on!”

Brandi quickly tugged her shirt down to her waist and darted her eyes around for her panties. I found them on the floor beside me and handed them over while scrambling into my shorts. Brandi slipped into her panties and stammered, “Mom, this isn’t what it looks like.”

“No, it’s exactly what it looks like,” Mom waved her off while keeping her eyes towards the stairs. “My eldest daughter is having sex with her only brother,” she hissed.

Brandi and I both went rigidly quiet and pale. Once we got our clothes back on, Mom looked over us to make sure we were presentable and then all of a sudden, she exhaled a long, long breath. Mom’s shoulders sagged down and her erect posture softened, and the panic on her face evaporated away.

Brandi looked like she was going to try and say something again when Mom held up a hand to quiet her. “Look guys, I’m not that upset that you two were having sex.”

My head rocked back and Brandi and I glanced at each other. Did Mom just say what we thought she said?

“Actually, I’ve suspected for some time,” Mom continued. “Let me guess, you two started this past Winter Break?”

Brandi’s eyes flew open and she clapped both hands over her mouth, stifling a too-loud exclamation of, “Ohmigod! How did you know?”

Mom hand-gestured for Brandi to keep the volume down and gave her eldest daughter a condescending look. “I know my children, and the way you normally act around each other.” Mom then gave me an all-knowing look. “I also figured you started sleeping with Brooke at camp, Ben.”

It was my turn to go as pale as a ghost.

“Relax. I always knew you’d do what was best for her.” Mom had already turned her gaze to Brandi. “At least Brooke confines it to their bedrooms later at night.”

Brandi and I looked guiltily at each other.

“Look, I get it,” Mom sighed. “I was your age once and believe it or not, I had a little thing with your Uncle Brandon for a few years when we were teens.” She looked pointedly at me and Brandi to emphasize she was serious. “But not in the family room at ten o’clock at night, understand? Do you realize how easily Eden or Emma could catch you? I realize they’re usually in bed by now but one of them could easily have gotten up for a glass of water or something. And they’re way too young to get involved in something like this.”

“Wait, wait,” Brandi finally spoke up. This was all moving a little too fast for her to process. “You’re not mad at us for having sex?”

Mom shrugged. “You’re taking your birth control, right?”

Brandi blinked slowly before nodding.

“And you have no illusions about getting married to your brother or anything, do you?”

Brandi shook her head quickly.

“Then as long as you two keep it quiet and discreet, I’m not going to stop you. Or Brooke.” Mom looked us both straight in the eye. “But you MUST keep it discreet: from your friends, the neighbors, and especially the twins, understand?”

We both nodded obediently, still in shock at what was unfolding.

Mom then reached over and picked up Brandi’s empty ice cream bowl. “Besides, I don’t want you to stain the couch.”

Neither Brandi nor I were in the mood for sex after that. But my sister still crawled into bed with me and pillowed her head on my shoulder. “Did that just really happen?” she asked me once we had a chance to calm down.

I was staring like a zombie at the far wall of my bedroom, blinking slowly. “I think so.”

We both went silent for a long few moments. And then Brandi sighed. “I should have known. I’ve been a little friskier with you than normal in front of the ‘rents and Mom always seemed to be looking the other way.”

She shook her head while I still was catatonic in shock. Then Brandi wondered aloud, “Can you believe Mom’s okay with us having sex?”

I shook my head slowly. “Do you think Dad knows?”

“Probably,” Brandi sighed. “Mom and him tell each other everything.”

“What do we do now?” I asked, squeezing her tightly against my side.

“Do you want to stop?”

I startled at that, turning my head down to my sister. “No! I love what we do together. I love you, Brandi.”

My sister tilted her head up towards me. “I love you too, Ben. But is it too much of a risk?”

“What risk? Mom already caught us and gave us the OK. As long as we’re more discreet about it and we take extra care to not let the twins find out…”

Brandi sighed and squeezed her arms around me a little tighter. “I’ll have to talk to Brooke about this. She’ll never believe Mom caught us and still is okay with it.”

I rolled my eyes. “Actually, she’ll believe it and then get more reckless. We’re going to have to rein her in.”

“YOU’RE going to have to rein her in, Ben. I’m leaving on Sunday, remember?”

I took a deep breath. “I still can’t believe it.”

Brandi giggled and then leaned up, pecking me tenderly on the cheek. “Believe it.” She sighed again and said mournfully, “I’m going to miss fucking in the kitchen. It was such a turn-on.”

“I’ll still find ways to make you happy,” I said earnestly.

“I know you will, Ben,” Brandi hummed.

“And besides,” I grinned, thinking of fucking Brooke in front of the webcam when the house was empty. “We can still do it whenever the twins are out of the house.”

“Ooh, I can’t wait,” she giggled. And then with a last squeeze, Brandi slipped out of bed and turned to bend and kiss my forehead. “Goodnight, little brother. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“You okay, Ben?” Megan sat down in the sand beside me, tilting her wide-brimmed hat to better shade herself against the sun. School started the next Monday, so my gang of friends had decided to get together and spend this Wednesday afternoon and evening at the beach.

Some of the girls were sunbathing. Some of the guys were bodysurfing or wakeboarding. And various others were just chilling on the sand, like me. Although at least until Megan sat down with me, I’d been the only one sitting alone.

The presence of my ex-girlfriend stirred me from my reverie and blinking, I glanced over at her. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”

“You looked like you were on another planet.”

I smiled and shrugged. “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

I shook my head. “Nothing, nothing.” The LAST thing I was going to do was tell Megan I’d been analyzing every look and glance my parents had given me since Christmas, trying to figure out how they knew I was having sex with my sisters. Part of being discreet meant not letting my school friends know what I was up to at home.

“C’mon, Ben. I know you,” Megan grinned. “You were thinking something naughty, weren’t you?”

“Woo,” I deadpanned. “Guessing Ben’s thinking about sex. Real tough odds there, Megan.”

“Fine,” she conceded while rolling her eyes.

“Speaking of which, how are things going with Kaito?”

A little smile came onto Megan’s face. “’Speaking of which’? You asking about my sex life, Ben?”

“Ooh, not exactly.” I winced at the thought. I knew full well Megan didn’t belong to me and she had every right to move on with her life; but that didn’t mean I wanted to imagine her having sex with any other boy but me. I supposed I would always feel slightly territorial for my past lovers. It was just a part of how sex permanently changed relationships. “I really just wanted to know how things were going in general.”

“Things are good,” Megan said firmly, and then leaned in conspiratorially. “And no, we haven’t done it yet.”

I held my hands up. “Hey, I didn’t actually ask and I don’t need to know.”

“No, I kinda want to talk about it,” Megan continued, pulling her knees up under her chin and wrapping her arms around them. “You’re still the only boy I’ve ever had sex with, Ben, which makes you the only one I can talk about this with. James is just so… so… respectful of my body. I thought you were passive in that you would never push me to do anything I didn’t want you to; but at least you’d TRY and then get rejected. James won’t even touch me unless I make the first move. It’s like he doesn’t have hormones, and yet I can see the desire in his eyes.”

I arched my eyebrow, wondering why the hell my ex-girlfriend felt it necessary to tell me all this.

Megan sighed. “You know, after even Mr. Nice Guy Ben turned into a playboy slave to his hormones, I figured all boys were really just hard-wired for sex. But seriously, I think James is different.”

“You mean, different?” I raised my eyebrows and waved a limp wrist.

“No!” Megan laughed and pushed me. “But he’s just so restrained. When I start getting frisky with him, I can’t tell if he’s Joe Cool or just scared shitless. Like the other night while we were making out, I had to move his hand up to my boob and he just held it without moving. He kissed me back just fine but he didn’t even try to move his hand inside or go for my nipple or anything. I don’t know what to do with him!”

I frowned, staring across to the waves where Kaito was taking turns wakeboarding with Daniel Chen. Part of me didn’t want to hear another word about what my ex-girlfriend was doing with another guy. But a bigger part of me wanted to support Megan in any way I could. And from the way her conversation was going, she needed a male point of view. “You’re wondering what’s going through Kaito’s head?”

“YES!” Megan bobbed her head at me with wide-open eyes.

I shrugged, thinking back to what had been running through my head whenever Dawn wanted to “play at sex”, or even when Keira started going down on me. I was simultaneously thrilled and excited and frightened out of my wits. I’d been scared to make a wrong move and ruin whatever I had going. Granted, I always overcame that fear enough to at least go for boob and then be ready to apologize three seconds later, but not every guy was like me. Some, like Kenny, just attacked girls remorselessly; and if there was someone at that end of the spectrum, there had to be guys at the other end. “I think he’s just scared.”

“Scared? Of what? Me?”

I nodded. “You say he’s got the desire in his eyes but he seems scared shitless. I’ll bet he WANTS to go further, but he’s terrified of how you’ll react if he tries something you don’t like.”

“I’ve never given him anything but green light signals!”

I rolled my eyes. “He’s not reading your signals. Guys are terrible at picking up signals. You girls think you’re being so obvious, but you’ve gotta anticipate that we become as dense as bricks once the blood flow goes into our dicks.”

“You think that maybe he’s just not that into me? I mean, if he were, he’d be pushing for more, wouldn’t he?” Megan quailed.

I took a deep breath. “Why don’t you ask Stephanie Vo or Emily Anderson? Kaito went out with both of them. If you’re right, maybe he pushed them a little more than you and that might mean he liked them better than he does you. But trust me, Kaito’s INTO you. So if I’m right, they’ll tell you the same thing you’re telling me. He’s just scared and you’re gonna have to make the first move. Hell, you had to make ME put my hand on your boob.”

Megan nodded thoughtfully, processing everything I was telling her. Her mouth curled into a strange wriggle and she looked into the distance, her eyes darting left and right while I watched the wheels cranking in her head. But in the middle of her ruminations, my ex-girlfriend darted her eyes to me. “You sure you want me to make a move on him, Ben? Can you handle that?”

I blushed. “Well, I guess I’d rather you date a guy like Kaito who’ll keep his hands to himself, rather than someone more… well… like me.”

Megan barked a laugh, and I chuckled along. “Seriously,” I continued. “You’re a control freak and he’s ready and willing to let you set the pace for everything. It sounds perfect.”

“I am not a control freak!” Megan punched my shoulder.

“Believe what you want,” I smiled wryly.

Megan giggled and wrapped her arms around me. “Thanks, Ben.”

“For what?” I hugged her back, reveling in her familiar warmth and scent.

“For being so great about this. You didn’t have to help out with me and James,” she sighed into my ear.

“I just want to see you happy, Megan. Even if that means I’m not the one to do it for you.”

My ex-girlfriend smiled and turned to kiss my cheek. We held ourselves just inches apart, eyes searching into each other’s. “Friends, Ben?”

I smiled. “Forever.”

With that, Megan kissed my cheek again and hugged me firmly. She stood up, brushing sand off her legs and her bikini-clad butt, drawing my attention.

I was the only one to notice, either, as when I looked to the side I saw that Kaito was standing knee-deep in the surf, staring at the two of us with a wary expression on his face.

But Megan soon rectified that situation, skipping down the beach towards her budding new boyfriend. And deciding to just take charge of the situation, she splashed up to him, wrapped her arms around Kaito’s neck, and pulled him into a fierce french kiss that left absolutely no doubt as to her feelings for him.

I smiled happily for them. And for the millionth time, I wished Dawn was here.

“Got another dog there, Master Chef?”

I glanced at the questioner and grinned. “Onlee zee finest qualitee ground horse-bits und cow buttocks for your dinner, mademoiselle,” I gestured theatrically in a really, really bad accent.

“Great, now I don’t want it,” Cassidy pouted while spreading open her hot dog bun and letting me drop a fresh wiener into it with the tongs.

I grinned and waved across the grill, my eyes questioning if she wanted anything else. Cassidy waved her hand no but I reached for a round patty of dead cow. “C’mon, bring another burger over for Cameron.”

Cassidy frowned and pinched her eyebrows together. “Uh, I don’t know if he wants another one.”

I glanced over to the redhead’s new boyfriend, who was tapping his paper plate, which had been thoroughly cleaned up, including the stray potato chip crumbs. “The guy is over two hundred pounds, Freckles; and he only had one burger. Trust me, he wants another one.”

Cassidy smirked and glanced over at her boyfriend with a curious look.

“Besides,” I continued. “He’ll just love the fact that you brought him one.”

Cassidy giggled at that, nodding while I dropped both halves of a toasted burger bun onto her plate. “You giving me advice on keeping my man happy, Ben?”

“Because he makes you happy, Freckles,” I said warmly while depositing the burger patty onto the bottom bun.

“You’re a good friend, Ben.”

I smiled and sighed wistfully. “Always.”

With sand in my buttcrack and my trunks still slightly damp after a late evening dunk into the ocean at sundown, I parked my car and trudged up to the house.

To my surprise, two hot girls were sitting together on the bench we had out on the front porch.

“Hey, Brandi,” I greeted breezily. Then I stood up straight and smiled at the stunningly gorgeous blonde chatting up my sister. “Hey, Adrienne. You come by for dinner again?”

“Yeah,” Adrienne smiled happily. “Your mom’s meatloaf is AMAZING.”

“Aww,” I groaned, my shoulders sagging obviously. “She made meatloaf?”

Brandi arched her eyebrow at me. “What, like you would have skipped barbecuing on the beach with your friends for meatloaf?”

I licked my lips, humming while patting my belly. “It IS good meatloaf…”

Adrienne giggled. “Yes… it WAS.”

I grumbled, but Brandi waved me off. “Relax, Ben. Mom’s got leftovers you can eat for breakfast. Now go away, we’ve got girl stuff to talk about.”

I glanced to Adrienne, who just smiled with a teasing look in her eyes. And before I got any more awkward around her, I headed inside to take a shower and settle in for the evening. There was a PlayStation controller inside with my name on it.

Late that night, I found my hands getting a little twitchy as I meandered through my current video game level. The twins had fallen asleep long ago and it was just after 11pm. I turned the volume down on the TV so that I could hear the upstairs shower running. Only one other person took her showers this late, and while I ordinarily would wait for Brandi to come downstairs so we could hang out, chat, and get a little frisky, I knew that wouldn’t be part of the plan tonight.

I sighed and shook my head. Was it really just last night when Mom caught me with my dick inside my older sister? And even though Mom accepted our sexual activity, the event was still traumatizing enough to me that I couldn’t imagine getting naked with Brandi in the family room at night again. Even now, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, paranoia at a parent or baby sister walking up behind me fresh in my mind.

Abruptly, the shower turned off and the sound of water rushing through the pipes faded away. Without a second thought, I turned off the video game. Yeah, I didn’t save my spot, but I would live. So I headed up to my bedroom. After all, Mom hadn’t said we couldn’t continue, only that we keep things discreet. And with Brandi leaving in a few days I wasn’t going to miss any opportunities.

I walked through the door and saw that my bedside table lamp was already on, and that’s when I saw that my room wasn’t empty. Brooke was reclining on my bed, wearing just a baggy T-shirt and panties, with her left hand snaking beneath the shirt and the right tucked beneath the panties.

“It’s Wednesday, Ben. My period is done,” she grinned happily.

With everything going on, I’d forgotten the day. But no matter. As Brooke dragged the hem of the T-shirt higher, revealing inch after inch of tanned, creamy skin, I felt my cock rising to the occasion. Stepping into the room, I started dropping my own shorts to the floor as I approached the bed. “You miss me?”

“Yeah,” she sighed. “I have this craving seven inches inside of me that only you can fill,” Brooke husked, her dark eyes flashing.

I grinned, but paused as I thought of my mom once again. “Did Brandi talk to you? About Mom?”

Brooke giggled and flung her shirt away, revealing her slender little torso naked to the world while she began tugging downwards on her panties. “Yeah. I kinda figured she knew from the glances she kept giving us.”

I sighed. “Was I the ONLY one who had no idea our parents might know?”

She laughed musically and crawled naked across the bed towards me. “Well now there’s no worry about getting caught,” my little sister grinned. “We don’t have to hide from Mom and Dad anymore.”

“This isn’t a free pass to do whatever we want, Brooke. We gotta be careful, especially around the twins,” I said firmly, even though I moved closer to my little sister so that she could reach out and take my erection in hand. “Show restraint.”

“Of course!” Brooke giggled with a wicked gleam in her eye. “Doncha trust me?” she said impishly before bending over and swallowing the first four inches of my dick.

“Ohhh,” I groaned as I was wrapped up in her heavenly mouth. Restraint? Hell, if I didn’t reel Brooke in and soon, we were sooo gonna get caught.

But I would worry about that later. Quietly, the door clicked open and Brandi slipped through the crack, wearing just a towel around her waist. She grinned at her two younger siblings engaged in such a lewd act of incestuous oral pleasure, and with a flick of her wrist, the towel puddled to the floor. “Lemme have a taste of him, Brooke,” Brandi said in her condescending big-sister tone. “And then… we’re gonna find out what those Evans sisters taught you about eating pussy.”

I had to admit, my sisters were quite the effective distraction. It wasn’t until my cell phone rang on Thursday afternoon and the caller ID flashed that I realized I hadn’t talked to or IM’d Dawn since Tuesday. The day after I got caught fucking Brandi, literally one of the biggest turning points in my life, I HADN’T called to tell my girlfriend. I was too busy barbecuing with my friends, splashing around the beach, and then getting in the middle of a torrid threesome with two of my sisters.

Seriously, when you’ve got one sister’s tight pussy riding your dick while another sister’s sweet snatch is perched on your face, it’s kinda hard to think of any other girls, girlfriend or not. So I hadn’t talked to Dawn; but she didn’t seem to mind. She’d been out with friends on Wednesday as well, and belatedly I filled her in on everything going on in my life.

Dawn expressed mild surprise when I told her my mom had caught me and Brandi in flagrante delicto. She laughed at my recap, done with suitably hyper-panicked embellishments. And then she explained that her parents had known about her having sex with her sisters for years.

“Guess it’s just different when you’re a guy, you know?” I shrugged, even though Dawn couldn’t see me. “When it’s just girls, parents call it ‘experimenting’. But when a boy gets involved, it’s dangerous incest.”

“Well, my mom doesn’t have to worry about me knocking Dayna up,” Dawn giggled.

I also regaled Dawn with stories of my ex-girlfriends, of Cassidy with Cameron and Megan’s and Kaito’s budding new romance. Once upon a time, I had worked to keep my personal life at home a bit of a secret from Dawn, in the interest of maintaining the privacy of my friends and our sexual exploits. But Dawn was my girlfriend now, and since we’d gotten the cell phones I held no secrets from her. So like any good boyfriend and girlfriend, we shared the sometimes humorous lives of those around us. I still wouldn’t get too personal, but I did want Dawn to get to know my friends a bit.

Along the way, I explained how Adrienne had become a conversation companion of Brandi’s and her coming over to my family’s house the past couple of nights. “Can you believe my ex-girlfriend was eating dinner with my family when I wasn’t?” I remarked with some amazement.

Dawn giggled and then started to tell me about her friends’ latest exploits. Rather selfishly, my mind started to wander as my girlfriend rambled on about people I didn’t know. True to my typical phone aversion, I felt like finding a way to getting off the line, but I forced myself to focus for Dawn’s sake.

Then she mentioned Mark, her ex-boyfriend, and I was all ears. “He asked me out again this morning. I was with Tricia at the mall when Mark and his friends went by and we sorta struck up a conversation. He asked me out and I told him I had a boyfriend. He said he didn’t see any boyfriends around and I explained that you were down in SoCal. Do you know what he said? ‘Hey, more than a hundred miles away doesn’t count.’”

Dawn started laughing. “Can you believe he said that? More than a hundred miles? Where do guys come up with that?”

“Did you agree?” I said a little icily into the phone.

“What?”

“Did you agree to go out with him?” I bit out. Once again, thoughts of Dawn with another guy sparked green jealously like no one else. Cassidy had Cameron, Megan had Kaito, and Adrienne dated whoever the hell she wanted. But Dawn was MINE.

“No! Of course not, Ben,” Dawn said soothingly, quickly recognizing my mood. “How could you think that excuse would work on me?”

“Sorry,” I grumbled. Then I took a deep breath and said in a calmer voice, “But we both know we’ve had our own excuses in the past for what does or doesn’t count.”

“True.”

“And in all fairness,” I sighed. “You and I did have sex when you were with Mark and I was with Megan.”

“It didn’t count then.”

“It always counts. Look where it brought us now,” I chuckled.

“I suppose,” Dawn sighed. “Still, you’re lucky. You’ve got two hot sisters and I’m all alone here wishing for a Y-chromosome.”

“Eww, don’t get one. I like you better as a girl,” I grinned.

“You know what I mean,” Dawn shot back.

And for a moment, I thought of what Brandi had told me before, that Dawn was horny and getting a lot of male attention. I, at least, had Brandi and Brooke to let off steam. Dawn had DJ; Dayna and Brandi were nearby. But they weren’t a substitute for a good dick. Could I really be okay with Dawn getting some elsewhere? Could I really handle her having sex with another guy just for sex’s sake, as long as her heart belonged to me?

From the green jealousy that lanced through me at the mere thought, probably not. Maybe it wasn’t fair that I had girls around me when Dawn didn’t have any guys, but it was the situation we found ourselves in.

For a second I thought of initiating the “open relationship” discussion. After all, I wanted my girlfriend happy, even if I didn’t currently feel inclined to take advantage of it. But I decided not to. After all, I was still being satisfied by my sisters. And if Dawn really needed it, she could always ask me. I’d let her initiate that particular conversation. Heck, maybe Brandi was wrong and Dawn could just wait for me.

So I let that thought die out and in the end, all Dawn said was, “I miss you, Ben.”

“I miss you too, Dawn.”

“I love you. Always.”

“I love you, too.”

It was not quite 6pm when the doorbell rang. My mom was busy in the kitchen and Dad was working late, so I paused my computer game and went to the front door.

“Oh, hey, Ben!” Adrienne stood there, looking absolutely radiant in the late afternoon light. The sun was coming down from the horizon, basking everything in an orange glow. Butterflies leaped to action in my stomach and I felt my heart speed up. She’d just always had that effect on me.

“Hey, Adrienne,” I smiled and stood in the doorway. “Uh, Brandi’s not back yet. She’s out with some friends.”

“Oh, uh,” the tall, gorgeous blonde said a little nervously. “I was hoping the offer to come hang out for dinner still stood. It just gets so lonely at my house.”

“Oh, of course, of course,” I waved her in, nervously looking about. Even though Adrienne and I were on pretty good terms ever since the breakup, I still felt painfully awkward around her. The past few days, she was with Brandi, who kept my beautiful ex-girlfriend engaged in conversation so I was never under any pressure. But Brandi wasn’t around right now. Mom was cooking, Dad wasn’t home, and I glanced around hoping at least one of my little sisters would come out and relieve me from having to entertain Adrienne.

No such luck. Clumsily, I gestured Adrienne towards the living room and shut the door behind her. After a second’s hesitation, I followed after her. It was only half an hour until dinnertime. I could handle being around Adrienne for half an hour.

“So how was your day?” I asked genially as I settled into a wing chair while Adrienne sat on the couch. I forced myself not to look at her legs.

Adrienne smiled. “Okay, I guess. Just another summer day, you know?”

“Yeah,” I nodded and then went quiet, feeling the awkward silence creeping up on me again.

Adrienne seemed to feel it too as she averted her eyes and looked at the floor. Whenever the rest of my family was around, neither of us felt this way. There were little siblings to chat with and parents to be polite to. There was no pressure to actually face each other one-on-one and talk… like now.

This was so weird. I’d literally gone from barely knowing Adrienne except for her being the gorgeous neighbor down the street, to suddenly being her object of lust, to her boyfriend, and then ex-boyfriend all within the span of a few months. I didn’t know whether to talk with her like a passing acquaintance or an intimate confidant. And just as I started to fumble for something to fill the dead air, Adrienne exhaled and threw her hands up. “Ben, this is ridiculous.”

I blinked and arched an eyebrow at her.

“Look.” Adrienne leaned forward and planted her elbows on her knees, which had the unfortunate (fortunate?) side-effect of giving me a glorious view down the front of her blouse. “You’re perfectly normal when there are others around and there’s no reason to get weird when we’re alone together. Yeah, we’ve got history, but that shouldn’t really change anything. And yet every time you’re around me you seem… different. Like you’re not comfortable that I’m around. And the last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, wincing apologetically. “I guess I’m still just not sure how to act around you. You’re an ex-girlfriend and I can’t help but remember that it’s my fault there’s an E-X in front of the ‘girlfriend’.”

“Things just go back to normal. I’ve had lots of ex-boyfriends,” she shrugged.

“I haven’t had that many ex-girlfriends.”

“You seem just fine around Megan and Cassidy.”

“I’ve had time to talk things out with Megan and Cassidy. We had the foundation of being friends before dating, and after working out the details and the emotions and some time apart, we decided to stay friends.”

“We’re friends, too, aren’t we?” Adrienne pouted.

I looked plainly at her. “Are we? Before we started dating, I was just another invisible admirer of yours. I lived a stone’s throw from your house but we barely ever spoke. And if it’s about going back to the way things were before, well… we weren’t friends before, Adrienne.”

She smiled and put her hand on my knee. “But I want to be friends now.”

“Why? I hurt you, didn’t I, Adrienne? Just when you started to trust me with something very personal to you, I went and gave you a reason not to trust me anymore. And because of that, I wasn’t sure where we stood.”

Adrienne sighed. “Ben, you gave me a reason not to trust you as a boyfriend. Yeah, you slept with a girl I despise. But some would say that’s just karma for all the shit I’ve pulled myself. I still trust you as a friend. You know my secret and I’m not worried about you ever using that against me. And while we were together, I spent more time just talking with you than all my previous boyfriends combined. With them, it was hang out, get drunk, or get naked. Once we were done fucking, they’d leave and I’d do my own thing. With you, I got to just… just be. I miss that.”

She took a deep breath and tilted her head to the side. “Besides, the more I thought about you cheating, the less it bothered me. You’re just a boy, Ben. I ordered you out of my house and told my friends to shun you. I get why you expected that I’d dumped you and put you in a spot where you were susceptible to Donna’s charms. It happened. And if I hadn’t overreacted we might still be together right now.”

Adrienne’s face softened and for a brief moment, she looked at me the same way she had when we were dating. She looked at me like she still loved me. But I couldn’t help feeling my old guilt. “You didn’t overreact, Adrienne. I cheated. You dumped me. I deserved it.”

“Maybe,” Adrienne squeezed my knee and leaned forward. My eyes yo-yoed down to her exposed cleavage automatically before I looked back up into her golden eyes. “But sometimes I look at my life right now and wonder if it wouldn’t be better if you were still in it.”

Perhaps I was reading too much into Adrienne’s words, but her intense tone and the way she was looking at me couldn’t be denied. I blinked rapidly as my heart thudded in my chest. And in a slightly nervous voice, I asked, “Adrienne, is that why you’re coming over here for dinner? To see me? Because I’m really serious about Dawn and—”

Adrienne jerked her hand back and huffed. “Men. Always so self-centered,” she groaned and turned her gaze away. But I caught the flash in her eyes as she glanced back at me for a brief split-second.

Embarrassed, I shut up.

“I just want to be friends, Ben, okay?” Adrienne said firmly. “And it’s more than just you, Ben. Really, I’ve loved coming to hang out with you guys the past few nights. Brandi is supercool and down to earth; she doesn’t act like she’s older than me. Brooke is sweet and the twins are adorable. Your parents are so welcoming. I mean, your whole family just screams warmth and love.” Adrienne wrapped her arms around herself and a bit of moisture formed in her eyes. “It makes me wish I was one of your sisters too, Ben.”

Naughty thoughts of just what I was doing to my sisters immediately sprung to mind, and I coughed lightly to cover my reaction. “Ahem, well, I have to admit,” I began while smiling wryly. “I wouldn’t mind having another beautiful sister to hang out with.”

“Well, a friend will have to do. Friends, Ben? No awkwardness?” She sat up straight and proffered her hand to shake formally. Her rigid posture and open expression were a marked change from her usual sensuous posing and bedroom eyes, and I started to breathe a little easier. As long as Adrienne kept her flirting with me in check, I could handle her being around without worrying about my fidelity to Dawn.

I smiled and shook her hand. “Friends. I’d like that.”

Adrienne giggled. “Can I still call you ‘Tiger’?”

My cock twitched at the pet name, and a low groan started deep in my throat which I just managed to cover. I probably shouldn’t, but I liked the little buzz of excitement that shot up my spine when she called me that name. What was the harm? “Uh, sure.”

And then Adrienne threw herself at me, wrapping me up in a warm hug. “Thanks, Tiger.”

Someone giggled behind us. Abruptly, I released Adrienne and turned around to find Brooke grinning at the two of us. “Should I take a picture and email it to Dawn?”

I rolled my eyes and Adrienne giggled. “Please do,” the gorgeous blonde said. “Send her a picture and maybe she’ll break up with Ben so I can have him back.”

I shot an alarmed look at Adrienne, who just laughed and waved, “Just kidding, just kidding.”

I arched an eyebrow, not sure whether to believe her. But Brooke giggled and continued, “C’mon. Dinner’s just about ready.”

“Laters, Ben.” Kenny had just shut the passenger door to his pickup truck after safely ensconcing Rachel inside. He waved as he circled around to the driver’s side and I waved back.

It was our final pool party at Elaine’s house before school started. And late on this Saturday night, the party had finally come to an end. Like a good friend, I was helping Daniel with the final bits of cleanup.

“Bye, Ben,” Cassidy smiled as she walked past, her arm wrapped around Cameron’s waist. I smiled at the happy couple.

Musical giggling caught my attention from the other direction. Megan was smiling wider than I’d seen her in a long time, and Kaito just had a goofy-dazed expression on his face. Less than an hour ago, she’d taken the nervous and shocked boy upstairs to one of the guest bedrooms. And we all knew what happened in a guest bedroom at one of Elaine’s parties. Even though Kaito probably hadn’t lost his virginity just yet — not in a strange, unromantic room like this — I knew it was only a matter of time.

Strangely enough, I didn’t mind. I didn’t really think of Cassidy or Megan as ex-girlfriends anymore. We were just friends. Even Adrienne, as attracted to her as I still was, I considered to be just a friend. She’d been out on a date on Friday. And she was at my house again for dinner tonight, to hang out with Brandi on her last night in SoCal before going back to college.

We’d all moved on. The old relationships had run their course and come Monday, it would be a whole new year.

Surprisingly, the house had been very quiet when I returned home. It was later than I realized, almost midnight. In the upstairs hallway, I noticed that the light was still on in Brandi’s bedroom, a pale yellow glow peering underneath the door. Perhaps she was waiting for me. After all, it was our last chance to fuck before she had to leave.

But I was still grimy and chlorinated from Elaine’s pool party. Quickly, I took a shower to clean up. I knew the sound of running water would notify my sister that I’d returned home. Afterwards, wearing just a towel around my waist, I went and knocked on Brandi’s door.

“Come in, Ben,” her soft voice floated through.

I smiled as I poked my head in, expecting to see Brandi reclined on her bed wearing her usual thin T-shirt and panties. Or if I was really lucky, she might even be wearing something quite sexy. And when I looked over, my jaw dropped to the floor and my eyes went wide. “Oh, shit!” I grunted.

Brandi was wearing something quite sexy alright; she was practically wearing a buck naked and very sexy Brooke.

My older sister was naked and reclined across her bed, propped up by pillows. My younger sister’s smaller body was right on top of her, so that the two girls were pressed chest to chest with Brooke’s lips at Brandi’s neck. And they were both covered in a very fine sheen of sweat.

Brooke’s ass was elevated up, so that the cute 15-year-old hottie was practically in a doggy-position before me. Between the globes of her perky buttcheeks, I had a clear view of her crinkled anus and flushed pink pussy, already glistening with moisture. My cock became erect so quickly it actually dislodged the fold in my towel and the terrycloth fabric puddled to the floor without me having to do a thing.

“Need one of us to warm you up, Ben?” Brandi asked with an impish grin. “Or do you just want to stick it in and start fucking us?”

“Mmm… fucking…” I grunted in a caveman voice. So naked and with my own skin slightly damp from the shower, I quickly stepped forward and knelt on the bed behind Brooke, my legs straddling Brandi’s beneath me. My little sister just moaned into the crook of her sister’s neck while I positioned her hips for entry; and her spine went rigid as my thick shaft began slowly burrowing into her tight vaginal tunnel.

“Oooh, fuck me big brother,” Brooke groaned.

My jaw quivered and my eyes fluttered as I experienced the blissful sensations of my cock being surrounded by warm, wet pussyflesh. With a firm grip on Brooke’s hips, I pressed forward and pushed until I was fully embedded inside her. And with a wicked smile I reached my hand back and then let fly with a hard spank against her asscheek.

Brooke wailed abruptly and then was cut off a second later when Brandi clamped a hand over her little sister’s mouth. I was chuckling as Brandi glared at me. “Relax,” I smiled. “The twins are three doors down. They can’t hear. And we know Mom and Dad aren’t going to come stop us.”

“You keep that up and they just might,” Brandi’s eyes flashed in annoyance. “And I do NOT want my last orgasms cut short.”

“Aww, but Brooke seems to like it,” I pointed. Indeed, Brooke was panting with heavy-lidded eyes. And from the extra squish of my dick in her pussy, she was apparently recovering from a quick orgasm.

“Yeah, well, good for her, but I-Ayyyiieee!” Brandi’s sentence was cut off by a squeal of her own, which she just barely cut off with a hand over her own mouth. While she’d been glancing over to see the expression on Brooke’s face, I’d slipped out of my little sister, and then abruptly yanked Brandi’s legs back and swiftly entered her snatch in a single thrust.

“Unnngh,” Brandi groaned and let her head loll back against the pillows as she felt my dick throbbing deep inside her.

“Still complaining?” I smiled with a twinkle in my eye.

“Shut up and fuck me,” my older sister growled.

“Yes, ma’am,” I grinned and then set to my task. It was made easier when Brooke rolled off to the side, freeing me to get a grip on Brandi’s hips while she elevated her legs around my waist.

But Brooke wasn’t totally idle. She’d recovered from her orgasm and was right beside me, nibbling her little mouth along her sister’s exposed skin from arm to shoulder and to neck. My little sister then detoured down Brandi’s chest, and I felt an extra surge of energy in my thrusts when I watched Brooke’s tongue extend out and take a long lick at her older sister’s erect nipple.

I wasn’t the only one affected by Brooke’s touch. Brandi moaned and reached a hand up, clutching her little sister’s head tightly to her chest until Brooke opened her mouth and began to suckle at the sensitive teat. There was something instinctually alluring about the young one nursing at a breast while my cock pistoned in and out of Brandi’s vagina, although we were a twisted version of family to be sure. And our incestuous orgy just got even more wicked when Brandi pulled Brooke’s head up so that the two sisters could meet in a sloppily wet Sapphic kiss.

The three of us were still pressed together this way when Brandi crested over into her first climax. She and Brooke had gotten each other warmed up while I was in the shower. Now Brooke and I finished her off as Brandi’s little sister sucked away her oxygen and caressed her erogenous zones while Brandi’s little brother carved his dick against her G-spot. The beautiful 19-year-old brunette whimpered into the 15-year-old’s mouth as she felt the sensations overwhelming her, and at the very end she turned her head to softly moan as her body exploded in ecstasy.

I rode her through the contractions, prolonging Brandi’s orgasm. But when she went limp and sagged against the mattress, I pulled out and quickly rolled Brooke onto her back. My little sister lit up in a happy smile as I mounted her, and she moaned in almost the exact pitch and tone as Brandi had when I began thrusting away inside her.

Now after first screwing Brooke to climax and then screwing Brandi to climax, not to mention several hours of staring at pretty 17-year-old girls in bikinis by Elaine’s pool, I’d more or less exhausted my orgasmic control. I simply gripped my little sister’s tiny waist to hold her in position while I used her body as a masturbatory device, pounding myself into her clenching cunt over and over again without restraint.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh!” I grunted.

“Mm, mm, mm!” Brooke whimpered with a smile.

My little sister rather enjoyed being aggressively fucked. Giggling with glee and moaning up a storm, she pulled her legs back and to the sides in an effort to get me even deeper. And when I slammed forward a final time and stayed there, the sultry teenage vixen started laughing as she felt my fire hose spraying down her innards with all my cum. “Oh, cum in me, big brother! More! More! I want more!”

And we were far from done. As the liquid pressure began to wane, I stopped grunting while my dick squeezed out the last few drops deep inside Brooke’s vaginal cavity. And when I pulled out and flopped onto my back, Brandi was quick to take my place.

Flipping her younger sister’s legs over her shoulders, Brandi nuzzled her head between Brooke’s thighs, noisily slurping while I sat back and smirked. I knew that Brandi wasn’t actually fond of cum, not like Dayna or DJ. She simply didn’t like the taste; but she loved the naughtiness of knowing she was swallowing her brother’s jizz. To be sucking it out of her own little sister was just double the fun.

And Brooke wasn’t just lying back and enjoying it either. With whimpered groans, my sister directed me around to sit beside her so that she could twist her torso and slurp my wet noodle into her mouth. Brooke was definitely enthusiastic about blowing me and it showed in how rapidly her fellatio was reviving me for another round.

Brooke got me halfway there. Brandi got me the rest of the way in less than two seconds. All she had to do was reach into her bedside table and pull out a tube of Astroglide. And then with a slightly nervous smile, my older sister said, “Okay Ben. Time for you to finally fuck me in the ass.”

“You know, I keep watching you do this. First to Dawn and now Brandi. Maybe someday, you’ll have to fuck me in the ass, too,” Brooke mused and I felt a surge of adrenaline push through me. Fuck, I nearly blew my wad right there.

“Maybe when you’re bigger,” I grunted and focused in on the ass at hand. My older sister Brandi was in a doggy-position before me, slowly gliding a small, pink dildo in and out of her own anus. My younger sister Brooke was beneath her in a sixty-nine position, her excellent tongue work distracting her older sister from any pain.

Presently, my older sister sighed and pulled out the dildo, setting it aside.

“You ready?” I asked. There had been no need to stroke myself. I’d always known my sisters had world class asses. The view and the prospect of buggering Brandi had me more than hard enough.

“Do it, Ben. Fuck your naughty sister in her asshole,” Brandi grunted.

I nodded and held her hips, guiding my mushroom head against my sister’s back door. And with surprising ease, after just a little push the head slipped in.

As expected, she tightened up immediately, her sphincter muscle clenching me so tightly I was afraid she’d snap off the head inside her.

“You okay?” I asked cautiously.

“Yeah, yeah,” Brandi exhaled and nodded. “Dayna’s shoved dildos almost as big as you in there, Ben. I’ll be alright.” She relaxed and with some added pressure the full length of my cock slowly penetrated into her rectum.

“Still,” Brandi grunted. “It feels so fucking full!”

“So tight,” I moaned in response, enjoying the sensations and heat while also marveling at the sight before me. Brandi, my pretty older sister with the dynamite body had her perfect, drumtight ass currently skewered on my cock. “I’m in your asshole, Brandi. Your little brother is fucking you up the ass.”

“Oh, shit,” Brandi moaned appropriately. “So wrong… so wrong… and yet so right,” she sighed.

“So right,” I agreed as I withdrew back several inches before pressing forward once again, re-burying my prick deep into my sister’s bowels.

“Wow…” Brooke gasped, having a REALLY up close and personal view. Even though the girls were in a sixty-nine position, neither of them was of much use to the other. Brandi was too focused on my dick up her butt and Brooke was too busy watching.

No matter, both were doing exactly what they wanted. As was I. “Such a great ass, sis. Have I ever told you how awesome your ass is?” I mused while slowly pumping in and out of her tightly-clenched anal ring.

“Nngh,” Brandi grunted as I hit bottom. “No. You said I had a nice ass but you never told me it was awesome.”

“It IS awesome, Brandi. You know how much Kenny always told me that? You too, Brooke. Kenny always said my sisters had the finest asses on the planet. Better than Elyse’s. Better even than Adrienne’s. So perky. So bubbly. So firm.”

“And YOU’RE the only man who’s ever fucked it, Ben,” Brandi groaned. “Maybe the only man who ever will. Ugh… so full…” she moaned, sounding like she had some pain.

“Are you okay?” I asked with some concern, stopping my thrusts.

“No!” Brandi squeaked. “No, I mean, don’t stop! Keep going! Keep going!” she urged, and I restarted my slow thrusting. “Ugh, it hurts, Ben. But Dayna was right. I’ve got a zillion nerves in there and they’re all going off right now. I feel like my butt is on fire but I don’t want you to stop! Keep going, Ben! Nngh! A little harder! Harder!”

Aided by copious amounts of lube, I began to saw in and out of my sister’s butt with increased force. Brandi had folded her arms over Brooke’s legs, pillowing her head on the backs of her hands. But now Brandi pushed her chest up so that she was up on all fours, flexing with her arms to hump her hips back to meet my every thrust. “Fuck me, Ben! Fuck my ass! Violate your sister’s asshole, Ben! Fill my rectum with your thick cock and spew your incestuous sperm into my bowels. Do it, Ben! Fuck me! Fuck me and fill me!”

How could I resist a plea like that? I narrowed my focus until all I could see was Brandi’s perfect peach of an ass being split by my cock. And I stopped clenching my ab muscles, willing myself to let my orgasm run free whenever it would. I didn’t have to worry about my lover in this moment. Brandi was getting half her pleasure from the pure knowledge that her little brother was sodomizing her and the other half from Brooke, who had returned to her oral ministrations.

“So good, Brandi. Your ass feels so good,” I grunted breathlessly. “I’m gonna cum, Brandi. Your little brother is gonna fill you up with sperm. I’m gonna cream so hard inside your asshole that you’ll be shitting brother-jizz for days. Tomorrow when you’re on that plane flying back to school, you’re gonna feel my spunk leaking out of you on to the seat! I’m cumming, Brandi! I’m cumming!”

My hands were white-knuckled as I gripped Brandi’s hips hard enough to bruise. My pelvis slammed up tightly against her asscheeks. And I’d thrust so hard that my sister’s arms buckled as her torso crashed down onto Brooke’s legs. Flailing, Brandi had flung her arms back towards me, and instinctively I reached out to them, gripping her hands.

But right then, my orgasm exploded out of me. And as I threw my head back to exult in the euphoric sensation of gallons of cum rushing through my cock, I yanked down on Brandi’s hands, pinning them against her lower back and holding my sister in that awkward position while I busted my nut into the furthest recesses of her asshole.

“Uggghhh!” I grunted.

“Nngh!” Brandi moaned in mixed pleasure and pain.

“Mmph!” Brooke squeaked in panic as Brandi’s legs gave out and the 15-year-old was suddenly crushed under her own sister’s crotch.

With aberrant twitching, semen boiled out of me and poured into Brandi’s ass, continuing on and on in a flood that felt like it would never end. But it did end. And when it did, only then did I release my sister’s twisted arms.

“Ohhh,” Brandi sighed as she flopped her arms forward once again.

Dizzy, I pulled out of her tight asshole, leaving it a lewdly stretched open cave of darkness as I sagged to sit on my own butt.

“Mmph!” Brooke squeaked again, this time able to push Brandi’s limp body off her face so that she could gasp in a single inhalation for precious oxygen.

And even though she hadn’t orgasmed from her first live male assfuck, Brandi pressed her forehead against her bed and sighed, “Holy shit that was incredible.”

“You happy to be heading back?” I asked Brandi, who was staring out the window as we passed Jamboree and I merged to the right for my exit.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “Don’t get me wrong. It was nice to be home and certainly nice to get properly laid, Ben. But I’m used to college now. I miss my friends and Dayna and I’m actually excited about getting back to classes. After working eight to five for three months, I’m really happy to get back to only having a few hours of classes a day with lots of downtime in between.”

I shrugged. I didn’t know what college life was about just yet, but I’d take her word for it.

“Oh yeah, I’m having dinner with the Evanses tonight. Is there anything you want me to say to Dawn?”

I shook my head. Thanks to modern technology, I could say anything I wanted to Dawn whenever I wanted. “Nah, just tell her I love her and that I miss her.”

“Sure thing,” Brandi nodded. “And don’t forget what I told you about her. You two need to work out how to handle this long-distance thing before it strains your relationship. That girl loves you, Ben, but she’s got needs too. Not everything is just about you staying loyal.”

I gritted my teeth. It was a good thing we were stopped at a red light off the MacArthur ramp. If I’d been moving as I thought of Dawn with another guy, I might very well have crashed. “Yeah, I know,” I said darkly to Brandi.

Brandi smiled and reached over to squeeze my hand. “Relax. She’d never cheat on you. But you two need to have ‘the talk’. And soon.”

“I know, I know,” I grudgingly admitted.

“And you’d better keep an eye out for Adrienne.”

“What? Why?” Did my sister know something about Adrienne’s intentions that I didn’t?

“Oh, relax, relax. She likes you, but I don’t think she’s going to make a move on you. Not right now at least.” Brandi laughed.

“Then what?”

Brandi looked thoughtful for a second and with the green light, I started moving forward. Then my sister explained, “There’s something… off… about her. I don’t know her very well, but there’s something not right going on in her life. She’s clinging onto our family a bit and I have to honestly wonder why. She lived across the street from us for seven years, Ben. And then all of a sudden she wants to spend every evening with us?”

I arched an eyebrow, not understanding. And we didn’t have much longer for explanation as I was already pulling into the airport.

“She’s a good kid, Ben. I’m just guessing that some bad things happened to her in the past and she’s really vulnerable right now. I don’t want to see her hurt. So just keep an eye on her. For me, okay?”

“Sure, sure,” I agreed, frowning. I knew Adrienne’s secret. But I wondered if Brandi had a clue.

Brandi went silent, and a minute later when I was pulling into the parking garage, she turned and said, “You can just drop me off. You don’t have to wait with me.”

I glanced over, “Don’t you want me to?”

My sister smiled. “Yeah. That would be nice.”

So I parked and we went in. We breezed through security and went to sit at her boarding gate. Brandi smiled, slipping her hand into mine while laying her head on my shoulder. To anyone else, we were just another young couple.

About twenty minutes later, we heard the announcement over the PA to board her flight. Brandi squeezed my hand and we turned to each other, our eyes meeting with little twinkles. And then automatically, I leaned in, brushed Brandi’s bangs to the side, and gave her a VERY un-brotherly kiss goodbye.

When I pulled away, she smiled radiantly at me and said seriously in her big-sister voice, “Talk to Dawn. Keep an eye on Adrienne. Take care of Brooke. Got it?”

I smiled. “Got it.”

“I love you, Ben.”

“I love you, too.”

She giggled. “See ya later, alligator.”