“You are MINE Alex Monroe!” She told me through gritted teeth, grimacing as she pounded herself with my hard rod. “You are MINE and nobody is going to change that. I will fight for you. And I will not lose. You are MINE! You don’t want to know what I’ll do to keep you. For better or worse. You said the words! For better or worse. I’m going to make it ‘for better’. For so fucking better you’d DIE before you’d leave me. Do you understand me Alex? We are going to live the best life we possible can. Together. Always. Do you understand me, ALEX!” She was as passionate on my cock was she was with her words. Fucking me like a mad woman, beating on my chest with her little fist, accentuating her demands.
I pulled her down and kissed her hard. She bit my lip, pulling at it hard. “Fuck me, use me, share me,” she gasped, “I don’t care as long as you love me, really love me. Not the ‘love you’ of a goodbye kiss on the doorstep, but the groaning, moaning, heart-rending ‘I Love You’ that I deserve.”
I held her still, my cock ready to burst inside of her. “Stop. Feel it.” I told her. I held her face in my hands, pushing my cock into her, kissing her sweet, passionate lips. I felt the impending release and I pulled my mouth away. I pushed up hard, and felt the cum explode out of me, deep inside of her.
“I”
Another push and another delivery.
“Love”
Another hard push, my hips raised off the bed, lifting her with them, the last streams of my orgasm pulsing forth.
“You.”
She came hard on my cock as I held her tightly, whispering. “I’ve been a fool. I swear I will never take you for granted again. I will take every opportunity I can to show you how much I love you. Far more than I did a dozen years ago, when I didn’t know you but I lusted for the package. When I didn’t share a life and a child with you. I swear, all the love you feel for me and show me, I’ll return twofold.”
She pulled up off of me, wiping her tears away from her eyes. “You silly boy, that’s impossible. There’s not that much love anywhere. And anyway, I get to use TWO people to show you how much I love you, because, though I hate to admit it, Jenny may love you almost as much as me.” She leaned over and gave me another kiss before her baby-sister dislodged her with a well placed shoulder.
“Get OFF!” She growled in mock anger. “This was supposed to be mine, you promised, and you already stole one.” Her face went to work, cleaning her sister’s juices, and mine, off of my limp dick, slowly urging it back to life.
Holly stroked her sister’s hair as she went down on me. “I don’t know why she’s had this mad crush on you for over 12 years, but it’s the damnedest thing. I was getting to the point I was afraid to leave you guys alone together, afraid that she’d try to steal you from me.”
Jenny pulled up from her blow-job, still stroking me with both hands. “You couldn’t understand. You’ve never felt it like I have. I saw him walk in the door all those years ago, and it was like somebody punched me in the stomach. During dinner, I could barely breath, every word he said made me tingle. When I got up my panties were soaking wet, and I didn’t even know why. When I went to bed that night, I masturbated for the first time just thinking about him.”
She laid her head on my side, and watched her hand move up and down my cock, restoring its hardness, watching it lengthen and thicken.
“I couldn’t understand it. I wanted to stop and beg him to wait for me to get older. When he sat down and spoke with me, he didn’t treat me like some little kid, he treated me like an adult. Over the years I could always see how he looked at me, seeing my body, appreciating me, but respecting you enough to never make a move, never take that first step, which I would have gladly welcomed. Every family gathering, every time I came by and stayed with you, every fucking time I saw him, I felt it and wanted him desperately, and he was there, so much what I needed, and just out of reach.”
Jenny got up on her knees and faced her sister, while she sucked me. She made a nice show of it. She pulled up again, stroking me while she spoke to Holly.
“I’ve loved him longer and deeper than you. Almost half my fucking life I’ve spent fantasizing about him. Even when you first started going out with him, I knew I loved him then, and you didn’t even seem to care about him at first.” She sucked me hard, just for a second. “I never would have taken him for granted.” She put her mouth on my cock head, sucking and twisting her face, aggressively claiming me. “I never would have said ‘no’ to him, not once.” She took another go, pounding her face down onto my cock, gagging herself, “And I certainly would never have cheated on him!”
The words hit me like a ton of bricks, in spite of my suspicions, and Holly looked up with a look of utter terror and surprise. She got off the bed and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Jenny ran to the door, knocking on it. “Oh God, Sissy, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so, sorry. It just came out. I’m sorry! I’m such a fucking idiot. I fuck up everything in my life.” She groaned, dropping to her knees in front of the door and openly crying. “Please come out, please. I’m SORRY. I didn’t mean to say it. I’m an ungrateful stupid little cunt. Here you are giving me my life’s dream and I just fuck it up like I fuck up everything. Please, sissy, please, please.” At the end of her begging she was lying on the floor, in front the of the door sobbing. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry.”
Cheated?
The door slowly opened, and Holly appeared. She stepped over her naked sister, looking down at her with a look that was part anguish, part anger, part sadness. Then she dropped to sit beside her, her knees bent, tucked to one side. She reached out and placed her hand on her sister’s head, stroking her hair.
She was quiet, and I was waiting to see if she would blow up. Instead, it seemed like just the opposite was happening, as she held her sister tenderly.
“Do you remember how you went through that phase where you wanted to wear your hair in braids? The Little House on the Prairie years. And every morning I would braid your hair before the bus came. You had such pretty hair. I loved that time, and didn’t even realize it for years. Now I think about it all the time. Sometimes we don’t even realize how wonderful something is, until it’s gone. Sometimes only time can show us what was important.”
Jenny moved just enough to wrap her arms around her big sister’s waist, her head at her hip, clinging to her fiercely, still sobbing.
Holly sighed, running her finger’s through her sisters hair, parting it, separating in into three separate portions and interweaving them together. She hummed while she did it.
Then she looked up at me, her hands on autopilot. “Yes, I did it. I was going to tell you about it. And it was more than once.”
She bent her head down as if ashamed.