As I slumped back and off his face, Gerry pulled Jenna down to kiss her, and she responded by licking my juices of his face, before looking at me and smacking her lips. God she was sexy!
Jenna climbed off Gerry, and swapped ends, sliding her lips over his raging cock, kneeling so her lovely backside was high in the air. I took this as an invitation, taking hold of those delicious globes and kissing and licking between them, tasting her secret hole and making her mewl around the cock buried in her mouth. She pushed back against me, forcing my tongue deeper into her bum, and we stayed like that for the sweetest while, her mouth sucking on Gerry’s cock while I rimmed and reamed out her bum hole with my tongue. I was eager to taste her pussy, so, reluctantly, I pulled away from her sweet back hole and licked the folded crease of her pussy, inhaling her scent as I lapped and licked her. Her pussy was sweet and tangy, so I bored in, teasing, tasting and probing, making her moan and gasp around the cock in her mouth.
I pulled her cheeks apart so I could get in closer, sliding a finger into her tight hole as I licked her succulent pussy in long strokes from her clitoris to her rosebud, making her jump and twitch as I lapped all her sweet spots.
Eventually, my teasing and licking was too much for her, and her pussy convulsed a she came in a series of waves, her tight little anus winking at me as her orgasm swept over her, making her groan out loud. This was too much for Gerry, and he came in a rush and flood of spunk, filling her mouth as I jammed my tongue in her arse, her orgasm flaring as Gerry pumped himself dry into her hungry mouth.
We all collapsed on the bed, our hearts racing with the force and depth of our sexual release, too drained to do anything except paw and stroke each other, maintaining connection after that shattering experience.
Jenna was the first to recover.
“If I’d known Gerry’s sister could fuck like that I’d have come looking for you myself, Lorna. No wonder Gerry’s keeping you to himself in here!”
I froze.
“You… You know? How?”
Jenna laughed, a light, amused tinkle.
“Lorna, I’m not completely dense, you know! From certain angles, you and he are almost identical; it wasn’t hard to put two and two together!”
Now I was worried, but Jenna rolled over to me and slipped her tongue into my mouth as her hands slid down to cup and squeeze my bum cheeks, pulling my mound tight against hers.
“Relax, Lorna; if I had a brother half as hot as Gerry I’d have pounded his cock into oblivion fucking years ago!”
As she talked she rubbed her pussy lips against mine, the wet friction doing strange things to me. I arched my back to push my pussy harder into hers, and she leaned forward and sucked my nipples between her teeth, chewing softly on one then the other, sending bursts of pleasure shooting up and down my spine. I slid further down the bed, while Jenna slid further back, her leg pushing under me until I lifted my hips to allow her leg under me, and suddenly our pussies were locked lip to lip, our clitorises grinding against the other’s cunt in a mind-blowing welter of wet succulence and arousing heat. So this was what ‘scissor sisters’ felt like! I rubbed and rode my pussy against hers, our juices mingling and lubricating us as we slid back and forth and gyrated our hips to plunge our pussies against each other.
Jenna was breathing harder and harder, her movements becoming jerkier as she approached her orgasm, and I knew I was getting there with her. She came with a hissing scream, her convulsing pussy jammed against mine, setting me off in an orgasmic whirl of my own, making me scream out in fulfilment. We lay locked together as our mutual orgasm died away, finally untwining ourselves from each other and sharing a long passionate kiss.
I looked up to see Gerry grinning at us.
“Fucking hell, Lor, that was the horniest thing I’ve ever seen, please promise me you’ll do that again soon!” he smiled, and I had to grin; under all that adult male exterior, the horny teenager still lurked in waiting!
Jenna rolled over to run her fingers slowly over Gerry’s jawline and lip.
“I’m going to miss you, Darling Boy!” she murmured, and I could see tears glimmering in her eyes.
Gerry, sweet boy that he was, he caught her and held her close as she lunged at him, her arms locking around his neck as she collapsed into his lap. She cried silently, knowing this was the last time she’d see him, and I didn’t begrudge her one second of it; she had a history with him, and she deserved her goodbye, no matter what form it took.
“You don’t have to go, Jen, really!” he whispered, stroking her hair as she cried against his shoulder, and I wanted to hold her too, and comfort her, and keep her here with us; I think I might even have begun to fall in love with her.
She leaned back to look at up at him through teary, reddened eyes.
“Yes I do, Gerry, you know I do; if I stay, my parents will find me, and I’ll end up being press-ganged into marrying some creepy old fucker in Malaysia or Singapore or somewhere just as God-forsaken! I love you like crazy, but I have to run, best I make a break for it while I still can. You know what, though? I’ll come back one day, I promise, and you, Lorna, and I can play some more, okay? Keep a candle in the window for me!”
Now I was in tears; I’d only just found her, and she was leaving us, leaving me. Gerry looked at me with sympathy and understanding in his eyes as Jenna belted her raincoat back on and slipped on her shoes.
“I really have to run, darlings, I’m sorry, I need to get my stuff, my flight is from Stanstead at one o’clock and it’s already eight! Gerry, don’t you dare forget me, remember, I had you first, and I do, do love you so, you’ll always be my Darling Boy! Lorna, look after him for me, and I promise you, I’ll come back as soon as I can, keep a space warm in the bed for me, darlings!”
With a flurry of hugs, and a long passionate kiss for me, she was gone. Gerry put his arm around me, and all the promises I’d made myself about being strong went out the window as I cried for her like my heart was breaking. The last time I cried like that was for Zoe Huxley, my beautiful, quiet, sexy little school crush, who’d seduced me on the school ski trip my last year and taught me just how beautiful it could be with another girl. When she left to go to university in Milan, I was inconsolable.
Gerry pulled me against him and rocked me as I cried, his arms strong, and firm, and comforting, but when I looked up at him, his cheeks were wet too.
I woke up several hours later still in his arms. He was fast asleep, with me still cradled in his lap, and I saw that he’d been crying in his sleep. Poor boy, Jenna leaving had affected him deeply, and I remembered what he’d said to me about first loves; she may not have been his first love, but she was obviously one of his best and truest, and my heart ached for the pain my boy was feeling. I had a momentary twinge of jealousy as I remembered she’d said she was his first, something I could never have, and it had to mean something to him, he was crying for her. I promised myself I would never leave him. I was his first love; he told me so. I would be the one who stayed this time, I would never desert him.
He must have sensed I was awake, his eyes fluttered open and he looked at me, the momentary flash of pain and loss in his eyes stabbing me as I realised he was looking for Jenna.
“Jenna…?” he murmured, obviously still confused, and I loved him even more at that moment. He had loved her, and he’d lost her, and my heart ached for him, that he could love me as he had said, but still feel the loss of his other love.
“No Gerry, just me!” I quavered, also missing her, and the darling boy gathered me even closer.
“It will never be ‘just’ you, Lor, never! I love Jenna, but I’m in love with you, I always have been, but Jenna was there for me when no-one else was, I just need time to let her go. Is that okay with you? I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t want to lose you, now that I’ve finally got you, but I…”
I understood what he was saying, and even though I was feeling her loss too, I was feeling even more than ever just how much I wanted this beautiful, sad, sweet, golden man-child here with me right now. I reached up to stroke his handsome, boyish face.
“It’s okay, baby, I understand, take all the time you need; when you’re ready, you’ll find me there, don’t worry; I miss her too, I’ve got to find a way to let her go too, maybe we can do it together?”
He looked down at me, and tried to smile, and that’s when the tears spilled down his cheeks as he cried for her, unashamed in front of me, knowing I wasn’t judging him, instead sharing his loss with an equal portion of my own. I had never seen Gerry cry. Even as a child he’d been solemn, controlled, closely shuttered, almost detached from his feelings. Now he was revealing to me his inner self, and it shook me, but left me feeling oddly privileged that he trusted me with his vulnerability. Now it was my turn to comfort him, to hold him close and murmur soothing words as I stroked his face, the back of his neck, his shoulders, maintaining contact with him, just letting him know I was still there.
I wanted to cry for him as well; our father had abandoned and ostracized him, then I’d done the same, and he’d grown up in the care of others, friends who’d cared more for him than we had. He’d had to make his way through life alone because neither dad nor I had cared enough about him to reach out and call him back. Of course he loved Jenna; she was one of those people who’d shown him true love and affection when he needed it most, maybe the only one, and yet he’d never let me go; with all my abandonment of him, he’d still held high that torch for me. I owed him for that, for never letting me go when I’d let him go years before. I owed him for believing, even in the face of all things to the contrary, that one day he’d be able to tell me what he felt for me. Who was the one here with the true depth of character and loyalty if not him? With that came the understanding that I loved Jenna not just for her, but because she’d loved Gerry well enough to keep his sweet self intact in spite of the way we’d abandoned him. She’d kept him safe and undamaged for me.
Eventually his tears stopped, and his composure began to return.