“OK, baby,” Ashley said. She smiled warmly at my sister and gave her a little kiss, right on the lips. Then she slowly drifted back down to Emma’s amazing, shining thighs.
“Hey big bro,” Ashley called from between my sister’s legs.
“Yeah?”
She gestured for me to come over. It was like being invited up to the dais before the big ceremony. I was a VIP. Very Immature Puck-head.
I knelt over by where Ashley was waiting. I did my best to ignore the fact that we were sharing our little sidebar with a very wet, very welcoming vagina. A vagina that also happened to be my sister’s.
“Look,” Ashley whispered, “your sister is really really nervous. She’s never done… stuff like this and doing it in front of everybodyNher friends, her brother’s friends…”
“Her brother,” I added.
“Sure. Well, anyway, look. I need you to do me, well her, a really big favor.”
“Ash, shit, I’m really not comfortable…”
“Fuck off. I don’t care about how comfortable you are, OK? Your baby sister needs you and you’re gonna be there to support her. You don’t want to be sexy with your sis? Fine. Then don’t invite her to big naked sexy orgy parties.”
“This isn’t a…”
Ashley just glared at me.
“OK. It’s a big naked sexy orgy party,” I said.
Ashley took both my hands in hers.
“Look. I understand. There’s so much… guilt and pressure and bullshit built into this stuff. People have a hard time with it. I get that. But I’m not asking you to rub your sister off or play with her tits while I work her clit…”
We both watched my cock leap when she said that.
“… Just sit with her. Hold her hand. Help her through it. At least to start. She’s gonna have an awesome time and nothing should get in the way of that, OK?”
“Awesome time, huh?” I teased.
Ashley just looked at me and smiled, knowingly. Holy holy holy holy holy shit.
“So you’re actually telling me that in order for Emma to really enjoy this, she needs to have her naked brother by her side, holding her and comforting her?”
“Pretty much,” Ashley said. She had already turned her attention elsewhere.
“Isn’t that a little… wrong?” I asked.
“I dunno. Always worked for me.”
I was halfway up Emma’s body before what Ashley said sank in.
*
I sat down cross legged. My knees were next to Emma’s head. I was an arm’s length from reaching down and cupping her perfect peachy boob. I tried to remind myself not to think like that.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey,” she smiled. Ashley looked up from between Emma’s legs and gave me the thumbs up. I gave it back to her. Were we getting a little oral here or starting up a 1920s-era airplane?
“If it’s ok, I’m just gonna sit up here with you while Ashley… well, y’know… does this.”
“It’s ok,” Emma said. I was waiting for her to tell me I was being weird but she said nothing.
Kristen turned down the light. Everyone crowded around.
I reached down and touched Emma’s hand, she put her palm in mine and squeezed.
Then, like someone had suddenly plugged her in, Em’s whole body just stiffened.
“Oh my,” she breathed.
I tried to look down to see what was happening, but it was dark and Em’s body had plenty of distractions. All I saw was a little curly head bobbing up and down in the distance. A blonde, steel wool sponge was going down on my sister.
“Oh!” Emma exclaimed, shuddering.
“Oh!” she said again. Her hand dug into mine.
“Too much?” Ashley asked. She peeked her head up from Emma’s pubes.
“Just a little… ticklish…” Emma said.
“Oh,” Ashley said, “no worries then. That’s half the fun.”
She ducked her head back down. This was all very weird.
“Oh!” Emma said almost immediately, her grip grew even tighter.
I looked down and saw her arm was drifting dangerously close to my throbbing dick. I shifted slightly so we could get a better grip on each other without the risk of embarrassing… contact.
“Holy fuck are you juicy,” Ashley called up.
“Sorry,” Emma said, wincing.
“Oh baby, don’t be sorry,” Ashley said, “It’s fucking awesome.”
“Oh!” Emma said. Then right after, right out of her chest, she made a long, low, “oooooohhhhhhh.”
Like a purring cat, then, she let out a deep growl, and stretched herself out far and flat, taking my hand with her. Her legs dropped straight down to the floor, then popped right back up again and spread out farther than I ever thought they could go.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she sobbed, head tossing back and forth.
“You OK, baby?” I asked.
“Oh God… so good.”
“It’s ok, sis. I got you.”
“So good, Jason… So so good.”
I looked down at her and smiled.
“Oh Jason… oh that’s so good.”
“Well, it’s Ashley doing most of the work,” I joked, immediately regretting it. I was here for my support, not my comedy stylings.
“It’s ok it’s it’s ok it’s ok,” she rambled. Her legs shot straight out again, then popped back up.
“Sorry, that one was on me,” Ashley called up, “Slipped for a sec there.”
“It’s ok it’s ok it’s ok,” Emma continued on.
“Guess it’s ok,” Sam said. Kristen punched him on the shoulder. Hard.
I looked down at my little sis, her bright green eyes were practically shining in the darkness. She started shaking. Her perfect peaches shook in time with her tremors. My cock was positively pounding.
“Ooooooohhhhh… Jason. Jason Jason Jason.”
“It’s ok, Em,” I said, “I gotcha.”
“It’s so… good. Why didn’t anyone tell me it was so good?”
I smiled wryly at her. She was about to say something when her mouth snapped shut and she went stiff again.
“Aaaaaooowww,” she howled, head thrown back. Her legs popped up again. I saw she was jamming her cunt downward, into Ashley’s face.
“Come on, baby. Come on,” I said, “You can get there. Come on.”
“Ooooh Gaahhhhd,” Emma was just absolutely pistoning down on poor Ashley, like she was trying to stick her non-existent dick down Ash’s throat.
Her tits pinwheeled around on her chest. Her hair, damp and discordant. Anytime Emma got a break between gasps, she blew her bangs out of her eyes. I don’t know why I didn’t notice it before. Emma still had her hair up. That was so very very Emma. Completely naked, hair still in a pony tail. I had to laugh a little.
“Oh! Oh! Oooowhoooooa! ohhhhhh! ohhhhhh! ohhhhhh! Fuck I’m close. Fuck that’s close. Fuck I’m fucking close!” She cried.
“It’s ok, baby. You can get there,” I said, “I know you can. You want to cum, right? You need to cum. Come on baby. You can get there, baby.”
“Don’t… don’t call me that,” Emma panted.
“What?” I was surprised.
“Don’t call me baby,” Emma said, “I’m not your baby. I’m your sis. I’m your little baby sis. I’m your little baby sister and I need my… I need my big brother, OK? I need my big bwuther to come and help me. OK? Come on big bwuvver. Be there for your baby sis.”
When she said it, my cock almost jumped right off my crotch. I was hard enough for hanging laundry and absolutely leaking clear juice, like a faulty faucet. Hah. So much like my sister.
Emma stared right through me then, her need so full. So raw. She was dripping sweatNrunning in rivulets down her forehead, her neck, her chest. Dribbling down to the blanket like oh so much of her girl cum had already done. Oh to press my mouth to her and lick up her sweet sweaty chest.
“Ok, sissy…” I started. But I never called her sissy. Sissy was Kate’s mean pet name for Emma. It was what Ashley had called Emma when she was trying to mock me about my little sister’s panties.
“OK, sis,” I started again, “OK little sis. I’m here for you. Big brother’s here.”
I squeezed her hand.
“I… I’m so close. I want… I want…”
“I know baby sis. I know it’s so hard but it’s so good. Ash’s doing such a good job on your little clitty. You’re gonna cum so hard. But you gotta hang on, ok little sis? Big brother is here for you, but you gotta hang on OK?”
Emma was gasping for air. I’d seen her run miles and not gasp for breath like this. I was gasping, too. I think everyone was.
“Oh… oh… ohhhhhhhh,” her body suddenly shook, then twisted, then stopped. I thought she’d had it then. Such a big build up for a little peak. But wow, still pretty awesome, though.
Then I saw that wasn’t what was happening at all. Emma was groaning it frustration, not pleasure. She slid down aggressively, pulling my arm with her. In the confusion, Ashley’s head had popped up so she could take a breath. She looked like she’d been bobbing for applesNher face and her nose and her chin were just dripping with thick, girly goo.
Then Emma kicked out her legs, slid a bit further, and wrapped her thighs right around Ashley’s bouncy little blonde curls.
Snap!
Emma absolutely locked her legs in place, burying Ashley in Emma’s juicy juicy quim. Ashley kind of struggled for a second, more from the surprise than anything, but she wasn’t going anywhere. Legs of steel. I couldn’t believe it. I would have to rethink my leg rankings after all.
Emma was almost bent over backward now. Her legs were on an angle, coiled around Ashley’s neck. That left Emma’s beautiful little bottom just hanging above the floor and put most of her weight back on her chest and neck. If the position bothered her, she didn’t mention anything about it.
But in repositioning herself, purely by accident, Emma had also slid her face right under my throbbing, dripping cock.
“Oh,” she said, looking up at it.
“Sorry,” I said and tried to shift.
“No, I…”
Emma gasped mid-sentence, arched her back and howled.
“Oh GOD!” she cried.
“I gotcha, Em, I gotcha,” I said.
She just lay there, writhing, hopefully not suffocating Ashley too badly.
“Oh, Jason,” she moaned, “Oh Jason. Oh Jay-Jay. Oh my big strong Jay bird. It’s so good. It’s so good. It’s so good.”
“I know, Em. I know. I gotcha.”
“I… I don’t think… Oh god it’s so good. I’ve gotta get there. Help me get there, big bruvver. Help your baby sis.”
She was so driven, so hysterical. I couldn’t ask her what she meant. How could I help her get there?
“OK, baby sis. OK Em. It’s ok. You can do it. I know you can.”
She groaned again. The long, loud frustrated one.