Quarantined With My Sisters

Chapter 5: Doghouse

I awoke with my usual morning hard-on. The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my naked chest against her naked back, feeling absolutely nothing to form a barrier between her skin and mine. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the firm breast I was currently palming as the arm wrapped around her body. And with that arm as leverage, I held her tightly while reflexively sliding my morning wood through the cleft of her bare buttcheeks.

“You’re awake,” my little sister murmured.

“Nngh,” I grunted, technically no longer unconscious but not wholly alert yet either. But after a few seconds I became fully aware of where I was, who I was with, and what I was currently doing, and I stopped dry-humping my sister’s butt and muttered, “Sorry. Didn’t realize what I was doing.”

“No, don’t stop,” Michelle sighed. “You seemed happy to be doing that.”

I hummed contentedly, just pressing the length of my hot dog a little deeper into her buns. “I’m just happy to be here, holding you like this.”

“I know what’ll make us both even happy-er,” she replied, emphasizing the last syllable. “Can you slip into me from behind?”

“Seriously?”

“Uh-huh. I’ve never had morning sex before, but I wanna try.”

“Sounds good to me.” Shifting slightly on the bed, I pushed Michelle’s right leg forward a bit and adjusted my own hips to get myself lined up. Her pussy lips were still somewhat closed, but I managed to notch my mushroom head into position and start pushing. My little sister moaned softly as I slowly pressed my way inside. It took a little while – she was still SUPER tight. But after a minute or so, we were fully joined and I paused at full-depth to kiss the back of Michelle’s neck.

“I love you, Chelle,” I murmured warmly.

She actually clenched her cunt muscles around my cock, giggling as she replied, “I love you, too.”

“You know what they call a couple that depends on the ‘pulling out’ method?” Alex asked later that morning over Sunday brunch.

Michelle and I exchanged glances, neither of us knowing the answer.

Alex waited a few seconds before answering, “Parents.”

Michelle frowned, and I scowled at Alex. “Really? We had this wonderful night together, we want to share with our big sister, and your bright idea is to try and make her freak out about being pregnant every day until her next period?”

“Relax,” Alex drawled with a smirk. “Our periods are pretty regular, like clockwork, and she’s always a week ahead of me. Mine’s due a week from Monday, which means she’s due to start tomorrow. Even if you flooded her, her fertility window has long since passed and the odds of her getting knocked up are astronomical. So even if she were inclined to freak out, she wouldn’t be freaking out for very long.”

I shook my head and squeezed Michelle’s hand. She’d been holding it almost non-stop all morning. “Is that true? You’re not worried?”

She gave me a little shake of her head. “No, not really. I did the math, too. Plus, you’ve been pulling out.”

I raised both eyebrows. “Still, we’re gonna have to get you on the pill.”

Michelle blinked and smiled. “Actually, I already took care of that.”

I frowned. “What?”

“I didn’t tell you, but on Tuesday I went to the doctor and got a prescription for birth control. I was going to start taking them the day my period started, which should be tomorrow. I’d originally planned to give you my virginity after my period ended in another week or so, but ... well...” She blushed as her voice trailed off.

I squeezed her hand back. “I’m glad you didn’t make me wait that long.”

She gave me an apologetic look. “But you’re going to have to wait a little longer to do it again. I’m sorry about that. I had hoped that once we started we would never have to stop.”

Alex shrugged. “You don’t have to stop. Loverboy here can go buy condoms. And even if period-sex can get a little messy, it’s doable. I’ve done it a few times. Condoms help with that, too.”

I made a face. I’d had period-sex a couple of times myself, and the blood was a serious turn-off. Michelle didn’t look too enthused either.

“And then of course, he can put it in your ass. You certainly can’t get pregnant if he blows in your ass.”

Michelle’s eyes flew open WIDE. “WHAT? Eww!”

“Sure!” Alex grinned and then frowned at me, only now seeing my surprised expression. “Wait, bro. You’ve never had anal?”

I popped my eyebrows, feeling embarrassed for some reason. “Uhhh ... well...”

“Really?” Alex looked surprised. “Hot guy like you? Ripped abs and all? Never talked a girl into letting you into her butt?”

“It ... uh ... never came up.”

“Wait, I can get your last cherry?” Alex popped up to her feet. “Oh, we are SOOO doing this.”

“Fuuuuuuck...” Alex groaned gutturally, her eyes clenched shut as she concentrated on the feelings. She was reclining back against her headboard, knees up with her legs spread to the sides, giving us an unobstructed view of her entire crotch.

If you had told me a month ago that Michelle and I would be in our big sister’s room watching her insert a series of increasingly-sized butt plugs into her anus while buzzing herself with a pink vibrator, I would have threatened to cut your balls off for suggesting something so filthy.

My how times had changed.

“We are NOT talking about this tonight with Mom and Dad,” Michelle intoned quietly.

“Well, they DO keep asking me if I’m taking good care of my sisters,” I quipped. Michelle backhanded my upper arm.

“Fuuuuuuck...” Alex groaned again.

“Are we really gonna do this?” I asked a little skeptically.

“Mr. Happy certainly seems ready,” Michelle commented, patting the bulge in my shorts. She turned it into a caress and didn’t take her hand away.

I snorted. “Pretty girl. Buck naked. Inviting me to come fuck her ass. Of course he’s ready.”

“What, you’re saying you’d get hard for just any pretty girl who invited you to fuck her?” Michelle queried with a teasing smile and an arched eyebrow. “Should I be jealous?”

“Lex isn’t ‘just any pretty girl’. What, you’re gonna be jealous of your own big sister?”

“Of course not.”

“That ... does ... bring up ... the point...” Alex wheezed until she turned off the vibrator, closed her eyes, and let her head fall back while she tried to calm down a bit. After two deep breaths, she said much more clearly, “I get what you two say about being in love with each other. I won’t say it’s right or wrong or you’re not allowed or anything like that. But you both know there isn’t a wedding bells and happily ever after kind of ending here, right?”

Michelle and I exchanged a glance. My little sister looked like she didn’t want to rule anything out, but as much as I loved Michelle, I agreed with Alex. “Of course we do,” I confirmed.

“So you can’t actually get jealous of each other,” Alex continued as she picked her head up to look at us. “Well, I guess you can, but you shouldn’t.”

“None of it matters, anyway,” I said dismissively. “We’re stuck together for the foreseeable future, so it’s not like any of us is going to have any opportunities to get jealous. None of us can even meet anybody else!”

“And when the pandemic is over?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

Michelle spoke up, a frown etched on her face. “Wait, are you saying you might want to see other people once we get out of quarantine?”

I heard the tone in her voice, the same accusatory tone Avery had in her voice whenever I did something particularly thoughtless, and instantly felt defensive. “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t say you’d remain faithful to me even after quarantine is over, either.”

“I ... I haven’t really thought about it.”

“You haven’t?” Michelle squawked.

“Well ... not yet,” I sputtered lamely. “Have you?”

“Of course!”

“And you were planning to be faithfully monogamous to me?”

“Of course!”

“Oh.”

“You weren’t? What the fuck!”

“Wait-wait-wait. How is this a serious issue? You’re my little sister. Let’s be reasonable. On no planet could you and I be an actual couple out there in the real world.”

“That’s not the point!”

“Then what IS the point?”

“The POINT is that the man I’m in LOVE with hasn’t thought about whether or not he’s gonna be faithful to me!”

“I just ... I haven’t thought about it yet! I don’t know yet!”

“Whaddaya mean you don’t know yet! I gave you my virginity LAST NIGHT and less than 24 hours later you’re already thinking about who you get to pork next?”

“Ohmigawd! Are we really having this conversation right now?” I gestured with both hands to our big sister’s butt-plugged anus and sputtered, “L-L-Lex is literally buck naked and waiting for it right now!”

Michelle shot laser beams out of her eyes at me and spat sarcastically, “Oh, I’m sorry. Is the time inconvenient? Do you want me to just shelve the discussion until AFTER you’ve sodomized our big sister?”

“What? No! I just...” I paused and rubbed my forehead. I looked at Michelle’s angry face. I looked at Alex’s naked body, big tits on display, knees in the air, and thighs spread apart with a blue butt plug in her ass. And still rubbing my forehead, I apologized, “Sorry, Lex.”

Our big sister grimaced, closed her legs, and did a sit-up. “My fault for killing the mood in the first place.”

Shaking my head, I grabbed Michelle’s hand and led her out of our sister’s room and down the hallway.

Alex called out, “PMS is a biiitch!”

“Not helping!” I yelled back.

“At least it’s a good sign her period’s coming!”

Shaking my head, I closed my bedroom door. Michelle was on my bed and I went to sit down in the desk chair.

“Look, Chelle, I love you. I’m IN love with you,” I began.

“My heart goes pitter-patter with the intensity of your emotions,” Michelle deadpanned.

Burying my face in both hands, I took deep, calming breaths and tried to gather my thoughts.

“Do you love me or don’t you?” Michelle asked, not able to wait any longer.

“Of course I love you.”

“You’re just saying that because I gave you my virginity and you can tell I’m mad at you and you’re trying to get out of trouble.”

“Yes. Absolutely. I can tell you’re mad at me and I’m trying to think of what I can say to make you less mad. I’m a guy - that’s what we do.”

“I knew this was a mistake,” she scoffed.

“Holy cow, Chelle.” I rubbed my forehead, unable to think of any combination of words, numbers, or hieroglyphics that could make her calm down. Briefly, I thought about just walking away, giving her space, and hoping she’d figure it out on her own. But I realized that would be exactly what “a guy” would do, and for her I wanted to be better than that.

“Look, I’m not going to come up with some amazing big speech that will suddenly make everything better. But I AM trying here.” Getting off the chair, I moved to sit beside my sister and wrapped her up in a warm hug. At the moment, it seemed like she would rather be hugged by a porcupine, but I squeezed harder and didn’t let her squirm away. And when I started nibbling on her shoulder she acquiesced and stopped resisting, though she didn’t hug me back.

“I love you,” I stated in earnest, with a lot more feeling than before. “And I’m not saying that because we had sex. This past week has been amazing. I have loved spending every minute with you, apart from maybe the last five minutes or so. I never thought I’d fall in love with you. You’re my little sister and I wasn’t supposed to do that. But it happened anyway. I’ve been fucking Lex for weeks, but I never developed feelings for her. Yes, we’ve formed an intimate bond far deeper than we ever had before, but I plainly told her I wasn’t ‘in love’ with her. I fell in love with you. Lex was always the bossy big sister. You and me: we’ve been at team for a lot longer than just the past few months. You’re my best friend during the day. You’re my cuddle partner at night. Even if we’d never taken that next step of physical intimacy, I would have loved you just the same. I NEVER said I’d want to see other people after the pandemic is over. I also never even THOUGHT about seeing other people after the pandemic is over. The idea never entered my mind. So when Alex asked the question, I didn’t have an immediate ‘no’ answer because I hadn’t stopped to think about it yet. That’s so far off into the future for me that it’s a complete unknown. But I will say this: Alex is right. There can’t be wedding bells and all that for us. You’re my sister. I love you, and I’m IN love with you, but someday -I- will have to wrap my head around letting you go. Or were you seriously considering being faithful to your own brother for the rest of your life?”

Michelle frowned as she turned her head to look back at me, and I stopped talking. Arching an eyebrow, she deadpanned, “Thought you weren’t going to make some big speech.”

I blinked twice and shrugged.

Michelle sighed and pushed at my arms for me to let her go. I released her, and she stood up from the bed. “You know, I did think about what it would take to marry you, have kids, and live happily ever after.”

“Seriously?”

She pursed her lips and looked away from me. “It kinda hurts that you never thought about it.”

“You’re my sister. A week ago I wouldn’t even let myself fantasize about you; if I did, I’d force myself to imaging my hairy, fat college roommate doing whatever sexy thing I was picturing you doing. You, on the other hand, you said you’ve been in love with me for YEARS. You’ve had a lot more time than me to wrap your head around this idea and think that far into the future.”

Waggling her head, Michelle conceded, “Okay, fair enough.”

“And even now, as much as I love you, I still feel the big brother instinct that I’m supposed to protect you, not ... molest ... you.” I sighed and got off the bed myself, walking in the opposite direction. “The absolute LAST thing I want is to keep you to myself and prevent you from finding a REAL happily ever after with a nice guy who will love you, cherish you, give you the kids I know you want AND ... by the way ... be able to kiss you out in public without Mom and Dad freaking the fuck out.”

Michelle sighed again and shook her head. “You’re right, you’re right. It’s just ... I grew up with Disney princess movies and started planning my wedding when I was twelve. Every time I imagined what it would be like to walk down the aisle, I imagined YOU were the man waiting for me at the end.”

“Chelle...” I intoned.

“I know, I know. It can’t ever actually happen that way. In my head, I always told myself that, but ... a girl has her dreams. This whole week has been a dream. And last night...” Her voice trailed off as she stared into space, that look of wonderment back.

I quickly went to hold her again, hugging her from behind while she cooed happily and wrapped her forearms on top of mine. “The dream’s not over. I’m still right here.”

She nodded and sagged against me. “I love you, big brother.”

“I love you too, Chelle.”

She took a deep breath, exhaled, and seemed to finally relax. I held her just like that for a long while, but eventually she twisted in my embrace, and I let her go so she could turn around to face me.

“Look,” she began, “I know I’m being selfish and unreasonable right now. My hormones are going crazy, my brain is filled with serotonin from the high of FINALLY losing my virginity to the man I’ve been in love with since I first realized what love is. And at the very first sign that I wasn’t going to get my Disney princess happily ever after, I cracked. I’m sorry about that.”

“You don’t have to apologize.”

“I do. I need you to know I’m not going to turn crazy stalker on you for the rest of our lives. I’m not going to hide in the back seat of your car the next time you go on a date or anything similarly insane to spy on you. I’m not ACTUALLY a delusional little girl.”

“I dunno. The fact that you even thought about the mechanics of how to spy on me during my next date is pretty ‘crazy stalker’.”

“I’m crazy about YOU, and I have a vivid imagination, which is why I’ve been able to hold onto my cherry all this time. But I realize polite society won’t let me marry my brother. I realize that someday YOU may end up falling in love with some other girl who isn’t me, get married to whoever that bitch is, have kids with the whore, and I’ll have to swallow my hatred of the slut for the rest of my life.”

I blinked and held her at arm’s length, alarmed at her language. “Chelle!”

“I may not LIKE it, but I’ll do it. For YOUR happiness.”

Her words reassured me, but the way her nostrils still flared worried me a little. I raised both eyebrows, measuring her.

Taking a deep breath, Michelle exhaled slowly, and as she did so a lot of her visible anger bled away. “Look, I reserve the right to be in love with you for the rest of my life, alright? Maybe I’m being a love-struck teenager. Maybe I’ll outgrow my infatuation with you as time goes on. But right now this is how I feel. And not even you can tell me I’m not allowed to have those feelings.”

I nodded slowly. “Fair enough.”

“I just got you, alright?” Her eyes were a little moist. “I didn’t think that only a day after we finally made love that I’d have to contemplate losing you already. I thought we could at least float off on a cloud of honeymoon bliss for a while until my period came.”

“Would’ve been nice,” I agreed.

I squeezed her tightly. Everything had snowballed so fast. One minute I was minding my own business, playing video games, and jerking off to internet porn. The next thing I knew, my big sister had my dick in her throat, my little sister watched me fucking the shit out of my big sister, and then said little sister was giving me her fucking virginity. Everything had been fun and games and playful ... But pesky emotions had gotten involved and all of a sudden things were very, very REAL.

Taking a deep breath, I gave her a serious look and said, “I’m sorry my thoughtless words caused you this much anguish.”

Michelle shrugged. “It’s okay. I’m the one who overreacted.”

I agreed that she’d overreacted, but I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut. Michelle hugged me tightly, took a deep breath, and then looked up at me, a clear invitation for a kiss on her face.

I happily gave it to her, my shoulders finally relaxing as it seemed that the immediate danger had passed.

At first, it was a sweet kiss, but neither of us wanted to let go, and our tongues came out the play. Michelle’s hands wandered down and slipped into the back of my shorts so she could palm my ass. Turnabout was fair play, so thirty seconds later my hands palmed her bare buttcheeks as well.

A minute later, Michelle started walking me backward until the back of my legs hit the mattress. She broke the kiss then, kneeling before me and pulling my shorts down with her. I moaned as she took my rapidly-hardening cock into her mouth and let my hands settle on top of her head. Five minutes after that, she was flat across the mattress with those long, lithe legs I loved so much crossed at the ankles behind my lower back.

Neither of us had cum just yet when the banging at my bedroom door started. We were getting pretty close though, which is why we were making so much noise. We both tried to ignore the banging and just kept going, Michelle screaming her pretty little head off. That’s when Alex stopped banging and instead just started yelling, “This isn’t very polite of you two! You left me naked, horny, and all alone! You realize I still have a fucking butt plug in my ass?!?”

I couldn’t help laughing, and stopped my urgent thrusting into Michelle’s tight pussy. She was laughing as well, and smirked up at me, saying, “Let her in.”

I arched an eyebrow. “You serious?”

My little sister nodded.

With a shrug, I called out, “Door’s unlocked!” And then I focused on thrusting again.

It took ten seconds for Alex to realize I was serious and actually open the door. I heard it open but didn’t turn to look. All my attention was on the beautiful young woman beneath me. I ground my pelvis against her clit and carved my cock along her inner walls. And after another minute or two, I was rewarded as she clutched my shoulders tight and squealed in orgasmic bliss.

My turn.

Once Michelle came down from her climax, I hooked my arms beneath the backs of her knees and leaned forward, the motion spreading her legs obscenely wide. I hammered her poor pussy then, taking massively big, long lunges to ensure she felt every last millimeter of my throbbingly hard shaft plunging in and out of her like an oil derrick. My teenage vixen lover tossed her head side to side as she screamed in ecstasy, and she came for a second time even though I wasn’t focused on getting her off.

As the pleasure built inside me, I ramped up my thrusting even further. In my mind’s eye, I could see the needle of a speedometer climbing higher and higher and higher. I was pushing myself to my limits, using every ounce of energy I could muster from the six-pack abs my sisters loved so much, straining to max out as if I could only hit the magic number, I would finally explode (in a good way).

Michelle sensed my impending eruption, grabbed her own calves and pulled herself even further back. I knew from both workout routines and occasional yoga that she was really, really flexible, and she literally folded herself in half beneath me, trapping her knees almost alongside her own ears. And that’s when she said something I was never expecting.

“Cum inside me,” she husked, eyes aflame.

“You serious?” I asked, panting for air. I didn’t slow down my thrusting though.

“Cum inside me. Flood my womb with your sperm. The odds are astronomical right? Probably the same odds of society letting me marry you and start a family. So just cum inside me, please? Whatever happens, happens. It’s impossible, of course. But maybe, just maybe ... If the gods of destiny are on my side, we could have a miracle. If not, then that’s what’s meant to be. Don’t think about it anymore. I’ll get on the pill after this and take them religiously. I’ll never give you cause to worry ever again. But today? Right now? Let me have this one shot, please? Cum in me, big brother. Cummm ... Innnn ... MEEEEEE!!!!”

“ARRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!” I howled as I emptied a diluvial torrent of jism into my teenage little sister.

“ARRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!” I howled again as my cock erupted another flood into the back of her womb, just like she’d asked.

“ARRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!” I howled one more time, my brain exploding with fireworks of pleasure as I filled Michelle up to the brim.

And I delighted to hear Michelle screaming in orgasm right along with me.

I may or may not have blacked out just then. I certainly don’t remember what happened in the time immediately after blowing my load deep inside my little sister’s unprotected pussy. When my eyes opened again, I was staring straight up at the ceiling, having apparently flopped onto my back at some point.

“What the... ? Oh my ... Ohhh ... shiiiiitttt...” Michelle moaned somewhere beside me, her voice not quite right for a girl recovering from orgasm. Rather, it sounded like she was moaning from current arousal.

I flopped my head to the side, the phrase “I love you” on the tip of my tongue. But once my brain processed the images being fed to it by my eyes, the words vanished into thin air.

Alex’s head wriggled between Michelle’s thighs, audible slurping sounds coming out from their joining. I gawked at them in silence, unable to believe what I was seeing. Michelle’s head was flopping from side-to-side, expressions of utter rapture and utter confusion alternating on her face as she whimpered in shock, “Lex! Lex? What the ... unnnnggghhhh!!!”

And a moment later, my big sister popped her head up, the entire lower half of her face shining with moisture. She gave me a shit-eating grin.

“I just love creampies,” she announced with a giggle.

I finally found my voice and said...

“Holy SHIT!”

“Michelle, wake up your brother,” Mom drawled on the screen.

My sister elbowed me in the ribs, pretty hard, startling me from my daydream. “Huh? Whuh?”

“I was asking,” Mom scolded me, “If you’re taking good care of your sisters.”

Frowning, I didn’t answer Mom, instead leaning forward around Michelle to look at Alex on the other side of her, saying, “I told you she always asks that.”

“Well it’s a good thing she does,” my big sister replied to me before turning her attention back to the iPad, “because the answer is NO. He did NOT take good care of me today and I am NOT happy about it.”

Dad suddenly appeared in the frame. He was always puttering about in the background doing something or other, half-participating in the conversation and half-wishing he could be elsewhere.

Like father, like son.

In any case, Dad popped in and asked, “Alexandra? What happened?”

Alex rolled her eyes and jerked a thumb at me. “Let HIM tell you.”

I blushed beet red and started panicking. No way in hell was I going to tell my DAD that Alex was upset I hadn’t ass-fucked her after she’d gone to all the effort of cleaning her anus, lubing herself up, and even pre-stretching her sphincter with butt plugs. “Uhhh ... uhhh...”

Michelle explained matter-of-factly, “He was busy getting himself off instead of helping Alex out with something he’d promised her he would do.”

“Chelle!” I squawked.

“Well, it’s true,” Michelle replied with a smug grin.

“Maybe the first time,” I protested, my mind racing while I sputtered a bit and then finally added, “The second time was your fault.”

“MY fault?!” Michelle exclaimed.

“Yes, YOUR fault.”

“Didn’t we have this conversation about not telling me that stuff?” Mom interrupted.

I dropped my face into my palm and muttered, “Shoot me now.”

Everyone ignored me and returned to their conversation. And by everyone I mean my sisters and Mom, since Dad had once again wandered off.

Not that I’d actually be allowed to wander off. Space out and daydream while seated on the couch so Mom could pretend I was “participating”? Yes. But not wander off. And while my little sister prattled on, I went back to reminiscing about what the three of us had been doing right before this FaceTime call.

It started with Alex eating my creampie out of Michelle’s cunt. I’d had been shocked silly to see the lesbian act, and Michelle had seemed just as shocked as I was. Not that she’d been complaining at the time. Alex was apparently a VERY good pussy-eater, and the pleasurable sensations flooding our little sister’s post-orgasmic brain short-circuited any complaints, concerns, or confused protests about what Alex was doing to her.

Michelle just lost herself to the feelings, let her head fall back, and moaned as she was expertly eaten out.

Hell, even -I- hadn’t gone down on Michelle yet. If you had told me a week ago that Alex would get her tongue into Michelle’s snatch before me, I never would’ve believed it. And yet there she was, a lip-sucking, tongue-lashing, head-vibrating temporary succubus feeding on incestuous brother-sister-mingled cum.

I’d started getting hard again immediately.

And then disaster struck.

Well, not right away. At the time, I thought everything was awesome. See, after Alex brought Michelle to another screaming orgasm by introducing her to the Sapphic arts for the very first time, my big sister discovered she’d run out of brother-jizz to slurp and crawled after me as if intent on getting a fresh batch right from the source. Her face still wet with the juices of her little sister’s most recent orgasm, she pounced on her little brother’s growing erection and stuffed it into her mouth.

Now it was my turn to lose myself to the feelings, let my head fall back, and moan as I was expertly eaten. Alex bobbed her head up and down my shaft with powerful suction, hard and fast. She deep-throated me a few times as well, holding herself at full depth and rolling her eyes up to see the expression of overwhelming pleasure on my face. She was blowing me so well that she could have made me pop within minutes had she been so inclined, never mind that I’d already cum once into Michelle’s pussy. Not that she wanted me to blow this way or anything – she still had that butt plug in her ass waiting for me to replace it with my cock.

But first, Alex wanted to feel me in her pussy. Slowly drawing her head back until she pulled off my prick with an audible “pop”, my big sister grinned, climbed into my lap, and lowered herself around my upright shaft. She pulled my hands up to those big, beautiful breasts, and I happily started fondling away. She rode me expertly, knowing just how to maximize her own pleasure as if I were a living dildo that existed entirely for her enjoyment. And I reveled in the somewhat increased sensation -I- could feel inside her tight tunnel with her vaginal walls somewhat pressed inward from the other side by the butt plug still filling her anal chute next door.

I want to be very clear about what happened next. Admittedly, Michelle and I had left Alex hanging high and dry to go have our argument and eventually make-up sex. So Michelle had not been lying to Mom when she said I was busy getting myself off instead of helping Alex out. But that was just the first time. This was now the second time, and I put all the blame SQUARELY on Michelle.

While I had seen girls making out at various parties, I’d never actually SEEN a lesbian act with my own eyes until ten minutes ago when Alex started slurping my creampie out of our little sister. And while watching internet porn had exposed me to the sights of threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes, internet videos are NOT the same as witnessing your own two sisters having sex with each other in real life.

I’m a red-blooded 20-year-old male. I’d been primed by an amazing blowjob and was currently getting fucked by a bit-titted babe who also happened to be my big sister. Alex had already brought me to the brink of ejaculation as it was, although she recognized the tension on my face and stopped to smirk down at me and say, “Don’t go popping off yet, squirt. I still need to feel your beautiful dick inside my ass.”

That’s when Michelle arrived. My little sister, moaning in heat, grabbed our big sister from behind and turned Alex’s face to meet hers. A second later, Alex’s eyes flew open as Michelle more or less rammed her tongue down Alex’s throat. Michelle’s hands wrapped around Alex’s torso from behind, grasping both big boobies and squeezing them tightly. And finally, Michelle slipped a hand straight down Alex’s taut tummy, bracketing Alex’s clit between two fingers and rubbing furiously.

It was soooo fucking HOT.

Alex seemed to think so too, because her cunt started clenching like crazy as her little sister manipulated her clit. The sensations of my sister’s snatch squeezing my shaft were a startling shock to my system. Suddenly, sperm sped through the sizeable stick I had shoved up my sister’s chute, and I spunked the shit out of my sister’s sodden snatch to both her surprise and my own. The girls had tried desperately to re-inflate me, but Alex was frustrated and I felt under a lot pressure and Alex ultimately called it off saying she just wasn’t in the mood anymore.

“I’ll never forgive him,” Alex snarled, reaching across the couch to slap my knee, stirring me from my stupor.

I blinked twice, rolled my eyes, and groaned at Mom on the iPad. “Are we STILL talking about this?”

Mom waved me off and then fixed me with a stern look, raising one finger in warning. “Make it up to her, you got it?”

She has no idea what she’s asking of me.

I shook my head in disbelief that this was all happening, but I sighed and affirmed, “Yes, Mom.”

“Good. Love you all. Talk to you next week.”

Michelle reached forward to turn off the FaceTime and placed the iPad face-down just for good measure.

Alex turned to glare at me. “You realize I STILL have this butt plug in my ass?!?”

I would have thought that after all the complaining Alex had done about keeping that butt plug in her ass for as long as she had, she would have been eager to go upstairs and replace it with my “beautiful dick”. After all, I’d had plenty of time to recharge after taking the time to eat dinner and then FaceTime our parents.

So when Alex complained (again) that she still had the butt plug in her ass, I said (stupidly), “Okay then let’s go take care of that now.”

Alex frowned, gave me a look that suggested she’d rather bed down with a furry New York subway rat, and retorted, “No thank you. Your services will no longer be required.”

“Umm, what?”

“C’mon, Chelley.” Alex grabbed our little sister by the hand, stood up, and left me with my jaw hanging. The two of them headed upstairs while I just sort of sat there wondering what the hell was going on. But after a few minutes of sitting alone in the TV room by myself, I finally got up to follow after them.

I still didn’t think it was really my fault. If Alex hadn’t fucked me within millimeters of cumming, I wouldn’t have ejaculated prematurely. If Michelle hadn’t suddenly arrived to start rubbing Alex’s clit I wouldn’t have ejaculated prematurely. And hell, if Alex hadn’t set off Michelle little jealous rage in the FIRST PLACE none of this would have happened!

But whether or not it was my fault was actually irrelevant. I was the guy in these relationships, and it was my role to grovel, apologize, and promise whatever I needed to promise in order to make it up to them. The phrase “Happy Wife, Happy Life” may or may not be true. But the phrase “Angry Wife, Shitty Life” I could certainly see as an ironclad Law of Nature. So with that in mind, I headed upstairs to grovel and apologize.

“Holy shit you’re pretty good at that,” Alex’s voice drifted through her closed bedroom door. “Eat me ... Eat me...”

My eyes popped open wide as I came to a dead stop and leaned in closer so that my ear was almost touching the wood.

“You’re so tasty,” Michelle replied after a bit. “I never realized how much fun it could be to go down on another girl.”

“I love it,” Alex moaned. “I’ve missed Emily almost as much as I missed my boyfriend.”

Michelle giggled and chirped enthusiastically, “Well now you have ME!”

“Keep this up and you’ll be my new favorite sibling.”

Michelle laughed. “I’m already your favorite sibling. I just don’t have a dick.”

“Mmm ... would be nice.”

“Eww! No! I like my girly parts just fine, thank you.”

I reached for the doorknob with a new erection in my shorts, awash with visions of my two sisters intertwined, ready to step in and announce that their dick had arrived. But the door was locked.

Shit.

“Turn around, Chelley,” Alex was saying now. “Have you ever sixty-nined before?”

Michelle giggled. “A few times, but never with another girl.”

“First time for everything.”

I clenched my eyes shut and weighed my options. As much as I wanted to get in there and join them, Alex’s subway rat expression and the locked door made clear that I wasn’t welcome at this time. It occurred to me that I could probably go to my room and jerk off thinking about the two of them having lesbian sex. If necessary, I could even re-open Pornhub for the first time in a long time for visual assistance.

But what if the girls called for me in a few minutes?

Alex would probably cut my balls off if she walked into my room asking for a good ass-fucking only to find that I’d blown my wad AGAIN.

I could already hear her bitching, “You realize I STILL have this butt plug in my ass?!?”

With a sigh, I let go of the doorknob and headed for my room. I was going to turn my computer on alright, but would be to play video games, not my ... other ... joystick.

Women.

Eventually, I gave up on waiting for the girls and went to check on them. They’d never come out of Alex’s room, and when I went to listen at the door, I found that all was silent. Gently, I tested the doorknob just enough to confirm it was still locked. And after shaking my head at all that had happened today, I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and crawled into bed alone.

Even though I hadn’t gotten off, I didn’t feel horny anymore. Last night my little sister and I had professed our love for each other, and she had given me her precious virginity. Tonight would be the first night in more than a week Michelle wasn’t sleeping with me. I was more sad about that fact than about not having sex. I’d meant everything I’d said to her about cherishing our time together. Even if we’d never crossed that line and started having sex, I would have been happy. The last few hours were already the longest we’d been apart in the past week, and I felt my heart breaking inside.

Part of me felt angry at the way I was being treated. I hadn’t done anything THAT bad to deserve this abandonment. What? Is premature ejaculation a crime? Alex should take it as a compliment, in a way, that she was so fucking sexy and amazing that I couldn’t hold back.

I especially hadn’t done anything bad to Michelle to earn a cold shoulder from a girl who had professed to love me as passionately as she did. She’d overreacted in the beginning, and she admitted as much. What had I done to her since then to end up in the doghouse? Huh?

Feeling morose and despondent, I didn’t quite cry myself to sleep, but it was pretty close.

But later that night, getting close to midnight, I woke up at the feeling of a body sliding into bed beside mine. Still quite groggy, I muttered a confused, “Wha-?”

Michelle shushed me gently and said, “Relax. It’s just me.” She curled herself up alongside me, pillowing her head on my right shoulder and wrapping her right arm across my bare belly.

Half-asleep and willing to just go with it, I nodded, sighed, and let my head loll away. In the time that I’d actually fallen unconscious, I completely forgot about my anger and resentment. It was perfectly normal for Michelle to cuddle up to me in the middle of the night, and as I cinched both arms around her in a warm hug, I also forgot she had not fallen asleep with me earlier.

But she hadn’t forgotten. I hadn’t quite drifted away to dreamland when she kissed my cheek and murmured, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you earlier. Alex and I both fell asleep on accident.”

“Hmm?” I asked, not really understanding.

“She actually said she was gonna unlock the door and let you in,” Michelle continued. “She still DOES want you to fuck her ass. But she was being spiteful and wanted me all to herself for a little bit. We just sorta exhausted ourselves and passed out. But I’m here now.”

Michelle’s arm slid lower across my thighs, her forearm brushing against my limp penis. She began to circle her palm in a counterclockwise motion, slowly, as if rolling out a blob of Play-Doh. And as she did so, I felt trickles of electricity sparking into the corners of my consciousness, firing up little pistons and gears to slowly bring the great machine of my mind to life.

“Nnnghhh,” I groaned, little bolts of pleasure filtering into my brain.

“I told you I wanted to float away on a cloud of honeymoon bliss until my period came,” my sibling lover told me softly. “Wouldn’t be much of a honeymoon if I didn’t make love to you before bed.”

“Nnnghhh,” I groaned again, took a deep breath, and finally felt my eyelids flutter open.

Michelle hovered above me, smiling brightly. She’d turned on the desk lamp, giving me enough illumination to see her gorgeous face. She searched my eyes for any sign of anger, finding none. And then she tilted her face to the side and pressed her lips to mine, filling my nostrils with her sweet (but musky) scent.

I realized she smelled like pussy. She must not have washed her face since leaving Alex’s room. At that realization, I started to feel a bit of my prior resentment come up, but immediately afterward her explanation about accidentally falling asleep finally registered in my brain, and the resentment evaporated.

Well that, and Michelle slid herself down beneath my sheets, took my new erection in hand, and fed the first several inches of it into her mouth. It’s difficult to stay mad at a girl when she’s giving you a blowjob, you see. Especially when she’s your hot teenaged little sister.

She didn’t get me off, though. Michelle orally pleasured me for a few minutes, giving me pleasant sensations but not enough to make me blow. I knew she wasn’t the accomplished fellatrix that Alex was, not that I minded. We both wanted much more than a simple blowjob anyway.

Soon enough, my little sister crawled back up my body, notched her pussy into position, and sank herself all the way down. It still took a minute just to get in halfway, her not-quite-virginal canal still unused to being stretched this way, and I paused to ask her if she was feeling sore.

“Yeah,” she replied quietly, “but it’s a good kind of sore. It feels natural, like muscles that need to be massaged after an intense workout. So get in there and massage me from the inside, huh?”

I nodded and continued until I reached full depth. I enjoyed the feel of every inch as she surrounded my shaft. And I held my sister’s hips in my hands while moving my head to her breasts like a flower seeking the sun, only my lips sought out and captured one of her turgid nipples.

We made love for what felt like hours. I’m sure it didn’t actually last that long, but I had no true sense of time after being awoken from my slumber and then almost immediately losing myself to sexual ecstasy. My little sister rode me to her first climax and then I rolled us over to give her another one in the missionary position. That’s when Michelle realized we’d never done doggy-style and said so. Of course we immediately separated so she could flip over and I could penetrate her pussy from the rear.

Mid-fuck, I argued that I did slip into her from behind just this morning. Michelle laughed and said that was a spooning position, not technically “doggy-style”. I didn’t care what it was called as long as I got to hold her hips in my hands and stare at her perfect ass and bounce my pelvis off it over and over again.

After Michelle came again, though, completing her trifecta of position orgasms, we settled back into missionary style so that she could look me in the eyes while I came.

“I love you, Chelle,” I murmured quietly, resting my forehead against hers after pausing my thrusts to remain deeply joined together for a little while.

“I love you, too, big brother,” she murmured happily right back, extending her nose up to nuzzle with mine and finally capture my lips again for a sweet kiss. And when she finally pulled away, she asked sweetly, “Cum inside me again?”

I wasn’t going to argue. A minute later, I thrust forward one final time, grunting my release as I filled my little sister’s womb with a million wriggling sperm. She cooed into my ear, clutching me with all four limbs as she reveled in the feeling of being inseminated.

I was so wiped out I nearly fell asleep again.

But I didn’t fall asleep. After a long while resting and recovering, I managed to drum up enough strength to roll off her and flop onto my back. I was still breathing hard when Michelle extended a hand and asked, “Get me some tissues, please? Unless you want wet sheets.”

I reached past my alarm clock to the box of tissues I kept there, grabbed three, and passed them to her. Closing my eyes, I relaxed and enjoyed the post-orgasmic glow for a bit. But then Michelle made a weird noise and I turned to look at her.

She felt my gaze and held up the wadded tissues. Even in the dim light I could see a few streaks of red. They weren’t soaked or anything, but the implication was clear. “Not that bad,” Michelle commented. “We made it just in time. At least we know for sure that I’m not pregnant.”

I nodded, feeling relieved.

“But it looks like you’re gonna have to wait a while until the next time we can make love like this.”

I shrugged. “We don’t need to have sex in order for me to love you. I already do.”

My little sister beamed at me and rolled over to steal another kiss. But after we broke for air, she started sliding out of the bed. “I am really, REALLY stinky by now,” she explained. “I’m gonna go shower, change, and put in a tampon. But I’ll be back in bed before you know it.”

I nodded wearily, already falling asleep again. Amazing ejaculations can do that to a man. And the next thing I knew, my blaring alarm clock announced it was Monday morning and time to get up for school.

I smacked the snooze button, spooned up behind Michelle, rubbed morning wood into her panty-clad ass, and fell back asleep.