I stood with my head poking round the door. My hand stroking my cock. I looked at the two girls. My girlfriend was slightly taller, slightly slimmer, with bigger tits and a smaller ass. My sister was slightly shorter, slightly chubbier, with smaller tits and a bigger ass. Not short, chubby, with small tits and a big ass you understand, just different to Stacey’s. And Stacey, not tall, slim, with big tits and a small ass. Just different to Laura. But both fucking beautiful. What did I prefer? At this moment I stared at both and I felt so hot. It was sensational.
And so I decided to act. I could have just stared at them until the scene reached its inevitable climax, but I wanted a piece of the action.
Taking a deep breath I entered the room, naked and with my hand wrapped round my cock. They didn’t seem to notice me, or if they did they ignored me. I climbed onto the bed, and knelt alngside them. Stacey, to my left, was sucking Laura’s tits. Laura, to my right, was kissing Stacey’s shoulder and neck. Laura was the first to respond to me, looking up and smiling at me, before returning to Stacey.
I knelt there, stroking my dick, just watching them. Stacey looked up and moved to kiss me on the lips, while she stroked Laura’s cunt lips. I put my left hand round Stacey to stroke her ass. Laura responded by moving her left on to my cock. I slipped my right hand onto her ass, hoping to slip a finger into her asshole.
We explored each other’s bodies with hands and mouths, the girls taking turns to stroke my penis. Then they adjusted themselves so that their vaginas were against each other, rubbing vigourously against themselves. Their moans were loud and they were sweating. As they came I stroked myself, and shot out stream after stream of sperm onto their stomachs. We all lay down, the girls stroking each other’s hair and smiling.
Finally I got up and left the room. I put on my boxers and went to the lounge. Stacey came through about twenty minutes later, dressed. She sat down and poured us each a glass of wine.
”That was different,” she said, smiling.
I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just smiled.
”I’ve never done it with a bloke and a girl before. Two blokes, yes.”
”Good?” I asked.
”Not bad, Paul, not bad,” she replied. ”You like it?”
I nodded, not sure where this was going.
We sat in silence, and after she had finished her wine, she stood up, put on her coat and went to the front door.
”Goodnight naughty boy,” she whispered, ” and say goodnight to Laura for me. I’ll call you in the morning.”
”Goodnight,” I said.
I sat down with my glass of wine, and ten minutes later I was stirred by my phone beeping at me. A text from Stacey:
That was your sister!!!!!! You perv! Have you been doing your sister??
I wearily tapped out my reply:
No! First time anything like that. Talk tomorrow. LOVE U
I switched off my phone and walked down to Laura’s room. She was lying naked on the bed, reading a book. Damn this girl is a mystery.
”Hey, you ok?” she asked, smiling.
I nodded.
”You like Stacey I take it?”
”Not really.”
I started laughing at that. We both did.
”How did that come about then, ” I asked, puzzled.
”Oh she came in looking for you. She was about to go when she saw my camera. Apparently she wants a new one. She sat on the bed to look at it. As I sat up to show it to her the sheet slipped down, exposing my boobs! Next thing I know she gives me this weird smile then starts touching them. Then one thing led to another, and another, and then that’s where you joined in. Big boy.”
We laughed then kissed, then she playfully pushed me away.
”Goodnight, sleep well. And don’t lose sleep thinking how you’re going to have to face her tomorrow when she’s sober and explain how you came to jiz over her and your little sister!”
”Yeah thanks. I’ll just deny it all.”
Once again we spent the night separately, me hardly able to sleep thinking about what Laura had said and thinking about the events of that evening. Every time I pictured the two of them naked I got a hard on.
At just after five in the morning my bedroom door opened and in walked Laura, wearing that big shirt of dad’s.
”Hey,” she whispered.
”Hey you.”
”Can I just cuddle up with you?” she asked. She seemed strangely small and vulnerable.
”What’s wrong?” I asked.
”No I was just thinking about the stuff this week. What we’ve been doing. Is there something wrong with us? What about mum and dad?”
”Just don’t think about it. When you go home forget all about it. It’s just part of growing up, experimenting. It is unusual I know but it’s not wrong,” I said, trying to reassure her.
”I suppose it can’t be wrong when it makes you feel so happy,” she said, barely audible.
”Isn’t there a song like that?” I joked. ”Anyway we haven’t actually done it, so it’s not wrong.”
”Ok here’s the deal,” she sounded more sure of herself now.” We can play but we can’t do it. You know, no full sex, ok?”
”Deal.”
We cuddled up together, and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
In the morning, I woke first, got dressed and headed to uni. I struggled to focus on my lectures, thinking about the previous night and wondering how Laura was. I was worried about her, but also I found her fascinating. My little sister had seemed so vulnerable and childlike when we lay in each other’s arms this morning. But on the other hand when we are doing sexual things she is in total control and wild at the same time. Which Laura would I find waiting for me when I got back to my flat that evening?