“You know what I like, Ricky, do it now, baby!” she muttered, as Rick’s hands slid around her waist to drop down and pull her buttocks apart. As Yaz slowly impaled herself on his cock with a groaning sigh, I saw Rick slide a finger into her tight, pink little anus. As I watched, Yaz leaned back, resting her hands on Rick’s thighs and forcing his finger deeper inside herself as she pumped and ground against him, her eyes squeezed tight shut as she approached her orgasm.
When it came, she shuddered and quivered on top of him, Rick squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples as Yaz ground against him. Eventually she slumped forward onto him, kissing him wildly, then pulling back to grin at him.
“Your turn, baby!”
She slid off him and knelt on the bed. Rick knelt behind her, his hands slipping around her torso to hold and squeeze her lovely, brown-tipped little breasts, kissing her shoulders before he thrust into her, and again, his lean muscular body rippling with every thrust. Yaz exhaled sharply in time to his thrusts into her, all the time murmuring to him, words of love, of encouragement, telling him how much she loved him, how much she loved what he was doing to her.
Shari stood transfixed as her younger sister and brother fucked each other, their bodies slapping together as they pumped and pounded, now giving little cries as they moved together in perfect synchronisation.
Shari’s eyes were fixed on the drama being enacted in front of her, as were mine, my thoughts full of how beautiful Yasmin was, how perfectly my younger siblings’ bodies matched each other in their intensity and complete immersion in what they were doing. I was so transfixed, like Shari, that I didn’t even notice when she moved up against me, never taking her eyes off Rick and Yaz as they fucked, completely oblivious to their surroundings and to their audience, until I realised she’d backed into me, and that I was solidly, painfully erect, my straining cock like a lead bar in the confines of my shorts.
Shari began slowly undulating against me, never once taking her eyes off the two younger siblings as they pounded away together. I thought she was unaware what she was doing until her hand slipped down to slowly trace the outline of my erection with her fingertips, feeling my size as she rubbed slowly, agonisingly against me. Her other hand slipped down to the waistband of her sleep shorts, then inside to begin rubbing herself as she watched her sister. Her movements were trance-like, almost done without conscious volition, an automatic and instinctive reaction to what was unfolding not ten feet in front of us, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she stared in rapt fascination.
In as much a trance state as her, my own hands came up and around her, to cup her breasts and feel the taut nubs of her stiff nipples as they strained against the material of her tee. As Rick and Yaz pounded, grunted, slapped and sighed together, Shari and I rubbed, squeezed and pressed, our hands moving automatically as our bodies responded to what was happening in front of us.
Rick began groaning as Yaz gave a high-pitched, sighing moan, and we watched in awestruck fascination as his flanks flexed and tightened as he emptied himself into her, his hands squeezing her nipples as he climaxed in response to her own orgasm. Shari in turn suddenly turned and pressed herself against me, her arms around me and the curve of her pubis pressed against my solid erection as she rubbed herself against me for all she was worth.
My hands dropped down to instinctively clutch and squeeze her soft, firm little buttocks, pulling her crotch tight against mine as our lips crushed together, and as we kissed so ravenously she climaxed, her body shaking and her breath softly hissing as she continued to rub and undulate against me, the hard little fingertip of her erect clitoris rubbing directly against my cock through the material of our sleep shorts. I couldn’t help myself, it was too much for me, and I came like a geyser, spunk bursting out of my over-stimulated cock to drench the insides of my shorts, more than I think I had ever managed before when I’d masturbated. The force of my ejaculation was almost painful in its intensity, and I really think I would have buckled and fallen if Shari wasn’t pressed against me, still shuddering in the throes of her own orgasm.
At long last my head stopped spinning, and I was able to breathe again, a long, shallow intake of breath that alerted Shari that I was back in control of myself again. She stepped away from me and took my hand, motioning me to silence as we softly padded away down the corridor and back to my room. As I opened the door to go in and clean myself up, a slight pressure on my arm made me turn back to her. As I did, she stretched up and kissed me once, softly, gently, on the corner of my mouth.
“Good night Bobby… and thank you,” she whispered, and then she was gone, back to her room to wait for Yaz, I supposed. I went into my room and cleaned myself up as best I could before flopping into bed; this had been one weird night, and I still wasn’t sure I believed any of it, or understood what had just happened, but now I was too tired to care, and I had to get up in the morning for work.
I was up and out of the house before anyone else was stirring; I had to be at work for 7 a. m., so I had to leave before 6, as it was a long walk to the Street Sanitation depot where I was based. All day as I worked cleaning the streets of Carlisle I thought about the strange, almost surreal episode with Shari last night; I was having trouble defining what exactly we’d done, and why, and if it would happen again; had I had sex and not realised it, or was it just a… a… thing, something to pass over and forget, to get past and never think or talk about ever again?
I was like a zombie as these thoughts occupied my mind all day, my work routine almost completely mechanical, ingrained patterns and habits piloting me through the day while my mind was somewhere else entirely. As the day progressed I realised I wasn’t exactly straining at the leash to get back and have to look Shari in the face again, or Rick and Yasmin, come to that; I had a suspicion, bordering on near certainty, that they’d take one look at my face and know that I’d been watching while they did something so very personal and private.
At last, I could stretch out my day no longer, and I had to go home; fortunately I had an hour’s walk, so with any luck I’d be able to slip in while they were having dinner and go and have a shower before I could think of facing them; I didn’t want them to see me anyway, I knew I must smell as bad as I looked and I really didn’t need an audience.
Luckily I had some change on me, so I was able to buy a Cornish Pasty for my dinner, I’d eat in my room while I thought about how I was going to deal with what I’d seen, and what I’d done, and where I was supposed to fit Shari and Yaz into my world after what Rick and I had done with them; I may not have known much about life, but I did know that definitely wasn’t the sort of thing you were supposed to get up to with your sisters!
By the time I got home I was just too dog-tired to really care anymore; I could hear the others talking in the dining room, so I went up and locked myself in the bathroom while I indulged in a long, hot, utterly luxurious shower, revelling in the feel of the hot water as it relaxed and calmed me. To lie on my bed afterwards and not have to think about or interact with the others for a while was as restful as it was going to get, but I knew I couldn’t avoid them forever.
I think what was most confusing to me was where I fitted in all this; Shari had Yasmin, Yasmin had Rick, but I had no-one; I wasn’t part of that particular equation, I was the nettle in their bunch of roses, and I felt like I had no place in their family dynamic. I sighed as I thought about how they’d become a family before they ever came here, and it was too late for me to fit into whatever they had going on here; I’d been alone for so long it had become my way of life, and I couldn’t fit into theirs, I was sure of it; family really meant nothing to me anymore. Whatever had happened between Shari and me the previous night was almost certainly a one-off, there was no way it was going to happen again, and that thought inexplicably saddened me.
I was awakened by someone gently shaking my shoulder. As I came awake I saw it was Shari, and my first muzzy thought was that she wanted me to help her find Yaz again, before I came fully awake.
“What, what’s the matter, is something wrong…?” I began, but she shook her head.
“Bobby, why didn’t you come and eat with us tonight?” she asked softly, and I looked away. She looked at the nightstand and picked up the remnants of my pasty.
“Bobby, what’s wrong, we cooked a nice dinner, all the family ate together, everyone except you. Why didn’t you join us? Please tell me, we missed you, I missed you…”
I sighed and sat up, and Shari immediately brushed my hair back out of my eyes. I gently shook her off; this was going to be hard enough without her touching me as well. Her eyes widened as she pulled her hand back, the look of concern in her eyes replaced by one of apprehension. I didn’t beat about the bush.
“Shari… Shereen, I’m never going to be part of this family, not in the way you keep trying to make me. You, Yaz, Ricky, you were a family before you ever came here, and you can’t shoe-horn me in somewhere and pretend we’re a single unit, because it wouldn’t be true. I don’t belong with the three of you, and I don’t know how I can ever be one of you. I don’t have a role anywhere in this… this new family you keep telling me I’m part of. Yaz has her older brother and her older sister, both of you protect her, and she looks up to both of you, so you don’t need me; all I’d ever be is an outsider, looking in and never really being a part of anything. What I said before still feels true to me; I have to go and find something of my own, what you’ve got now doesn’t leave any room for me, and pushing my way into your family will eventually make you hate or resent me. I’m sorry, Shereen, you really have only one brother, and it’s Ricky. Now please, I’m really tired and I have to be at work in a few hours…”
Shari looked at me with huge eyes, her lip quivering.
“But Bobby, last night…” she began, but I cut her short.