Erotic Stories

by Amanda Wals

Joanna finally said, "What if Paul learned to slow down? Would that make a difference?"

  Kaitlyn shrugged. "Possibly. If he learned to slow down, I might be willing to keep going. And if he learned to be more creative. Like I said, he's a considerate, caring guy. Why? Do you have an idea?"

  "Somewhat. But first — no bra and panties tonight. I'm tired of wearing a bra which is too big for me and makes my tits look tiny." Joanna turned to me. "Brandon, go jet ski. Kaitlyn and I need to have a serious girl talk."

  * * *

  After lunch, we went skiing. When we got on the ski boat, Kaitlyn surprised me by sitting down next to me, forcing Joanna to sit next to Paul. It was far easier with all the noise to talk to the person next to you, so I talked with Kaitlyn. She was in great mood, smiling a lot and laughing easily. Her "girl talk" with Joanna must have gone well. I kept an eye on Joanna and Paul while they talked. Paul was nodding his head a lot and occasionally would have a huge grin. I guessed their conversation was a part of whatever plan Joanna and Kaitlyn had come up with.

  At one point, I asked Kaitlyn, "So what do you and Joanna have planned for tonight?"

  She gave me a nervous smile. "Joanna wants it to be a surprise. It'll be fun. Go along with it, please?"

  "What if I don't?"

  "It depends on Paul. He's looking forward to having another night like last night. He told me so on the way to the ski boat. I don't know how he'll handle the disappointment of just being with me. Nothing could happen. Literally nothing could happen in our bedroom." The way Kaitlyn said it, I pictured them spending the night on opposite sides of the room, staring icily at each other. "Or we could have a big fight and break up."

  "Are you that close to breaking up?"

  "We were the first night here. Since we started having our little parties, we've pulled back from that brink."

  I was torn. Last night, we had moved beyond what I was comfortable with, and I felt like tonight we'd keep moving past that line. I could say no, take Joanna into our bedroom, and everything might turn out fine. Or Kaitlyn and Paul could have a big fight, and we'd have a very ugly situation on all our hands. I decided it wasn't worth the risk. "Okay. I'll go along."

  * * *

  When we got back to the lake house, Dad and I started working on dinner while Paul lolled on the couch with his tablet. As Dad and I made dinner, I noticed that, while Mom was showering, the girls went to Kaitlyn's bedroom and closed the door.

  When Mom and Dad left, the girls disappeared into Kaitlyn's bedroom as I expected. Paul and I moved our chairs into their usual spots. Paul rubbed his hands in anticipation, so he must have had some idea of what was coming.

  The door opened, and Paul and I turned to look at the girls. They were wearing terry cloth short-shorts and t-shirts they had cut off so we could see the bottom inch of their tits. As they walked, I was mesmerized by the sight of Kaitlyn's tits as they wobbled. Her t-shirt was thin so I could easily make out her nipple pressing against the material.

  Kaitlyn was in the lead, and she stopped in the usual spot. When Joanna caught up to her, I was stunned to see Kaitlyn turn towards me. My eyes were wide in disbelief as she crossed the distance to me. She straddled my lap on the chair just like Joanna had always done. She said softly, "Joanna is going to teach Paul to keep his hands off her tits," and then her lips were descending towards mine. They seemed to move in slow motion for the last few inches. Did I want to kiss my sister? Should I stop her? I was frozen in place as her lips brushed mine. Electricity shot through me like I had been zapped by ten thousand volts. My heart was pounding in my chest. Kaitlyn had kissed me! The next kiss was a solid plant on my lips. Her lips felt so soft on mine. The kiss, combined with her sexy outfit, was intoxicating. I offered no resistance as Kaitlyn kissed me again and again.

  I started kissing back. Passion rose within me as the surprise wore off, and I got into kissing Kaitlyn. She was beautiful, fun, sexy and smart. I had never thought about kissing her, but now I realized how much I had wanted to. Our kisses got steadily longer and more playful, with our lips grabbing and pulling. My hands moved up and down her smooth back, caressing her firm muscles. I stuck out my tongue and licked her lip. Kaitlyn pulled back, shook her head no before coming forward for another kiss. I took it the rules for this part was no tongue in our kisses.

  I don't know how long we kissed, but it seemed like an eternity. Each kiss was an experience I savored. As soon as a kiss ended, I replayed it over in my mind in the fraction of the second before the next kiss started.

  I heard Joanna say, "You've been a good boy," and Kaitlyn stopped kissing me. I felt dazed, like the experience of kissing my sister was more than I could process. Kaitlyn smiled at me, turned and walked over to Paul, passing Joanna on the way.

  As soon as Joanna was in my lap, she kissed me hard and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I quickly responded. Kissing Joanna wasn't new and exciting-because-it's-taboo like kissing Kaitlyn was, but Joanna made it hot by kissing me with such passion. My heart continued to pound. Joanna grabbed my hands which were on her back like they had been with Kaitlyn and she pushed them down. I dropped them down to her ass and squeezed; Joanna was wearing no panties. Joanna responded by rubbing her tits against my chest. We kissed lots of different ways, sometimes with tongue and sometimes not but always frantically, like our kisses couldn't fully express our excitement for each other.

  Eventually, I heard Kaitlyn say, "Switch back." Joanna hopped off my lap while continuing our last French kiss as she slowly pulled away. During our last kiss, I heard Kaitlyn say, "You were a very good boy." When Joanna broke off our last kiss, she headed towards Paul, and Kaitlyn was almost back to me. She said, "Neck nibbles."

  I got up, and Kaitlyn sat down. I kissed her neck lightly, and she moaned. Again, she really got into my kisses and nibbles, moving to give me better access and then melting and moaning as I used my mouth on her skin. I felt like our kissing earlier had her more fired up for this than she had been last night. As I kissed and nibbled, I struggled with how much Kaitlyn and I were enjoying this; I knew we shouldn't be enjoying this as much as we were, but everyone else was fine with it so I didn't see any reason to hold back. But the internal struggle left me feeling dazed.

  I kissed and nibbled my way down Kaitlyn's neck and towards her shoulder. I had to pull the shirt collar to the side to access her shoulder. I was so damn horny, and couldn't wait to fuck Joanna silly. When I had kissed all of Kaitlyn's shoulder that I could reach, I looked over at Paul and Joanna. Joanna was lolled against Paul with her head resting on his shoulder. Paul's hands were lightly stroking her stomach. I realized then that with the crop top, Paul could have easily felt Joanna's tits while I was busy with Kaitlyn.

  Joanna jumped up and held out her hand. "Come on, Brandon. They've got the couch tonight."

  Sex with Joanna was incredibly hot as both of us were so fired up. It was like a wrestling match except we were co-joined in the middle. When we were done, I was physically and emotionally spent.

  Wednesday, Joanna woke me by snuggling on me. When she saw I was awake, she gave me a kiss. "Had fun last night?"

  "Mostly," I said with little enthusiasm. First thing in the morning was when I felt the worst about our evening activities. Joanna obviously didn't share my regrets or concerns. But then again, she wasn't making out with a sibling.

  Joanna smiled. "I had fun kissing Paul. I hope that doesn't bother you. It wasn't anything serious to me, just some naughty fun. And it was what Kaitlyn asked me to do to try to improve things with Paul."

  "How is you kissing Paul going to improve things between her and him?" The four us of switching for kisses wasn't sitting well in my stomach.

  "Kaitlyn can't get him to listen to her about slowing down, but he listened to me. So now hopefully he'll go more slowly with Kaitlyn."

  I didn't want it to make sense, but it did.

  Joanna waited, as if she was expecting me to make a similar remark about kissing Kaitlyn. When I didn't make one, she
said, "Look, I'm not going to judge you or Kaitlyn for what you did last night. I wouldn't have felt good about kissing Paul if you hadn't been kissing Kaitlyn. I would have felt like I was cheating on you. If it's not even, it's not fair." Joanna's face lightened. "An important part of my friendship with Kaitlyn is that we don't judge each other. She's okay with whatever I do; and I'm okay with whatever she does, including kissing you." Joanna chuckled. "And did you get her worked up with your kisses. I could tell she didn't want to stop kissing you. But she had to because you're mine, all mine." Joanna chuckled some more.

  Kaitlyn had been so eager to kiss with me. And it had been so damn good kissing her...

  I asked, "You're not going to tell anyone I kissed Kaitlyn, are you?"

  Joanna snorted. "Of course not. I'd do nothing to hurt Kaitlyn. And when I talked about the plan with Paul on the boat yesterday, I made him promise to never tell anyone. Did you enjoy it?"

  "What?"

  "Kissing Kaitlyn, you idiot!" Joanna said with a smirk.

  I didn't want to tell her yes, but I didn't want to lie. I went with downplaying the truth. "It was enjoyable. I'd never have done it on my own, but I didn't mind it when she kissed me."

  "The whole evening was enjoyable. I'm looking forward to doing it again tonight."

  * * *

  We did jet skis after breakfast. At one point, Kaitlyn suggested she ride with me and Joanna ride with Paul. Once we were away from the others, Kaitlyn said, "Thanks for going along with everything last night. I think it was a good lesson for Paul. He was more flexible about having sex last night than he usually is. I hope you aren't upset about Joanna kissing Paul."

  "I'm not. I'm not comfortable with it, but I understand why we did it. Joanna enjoyed it. She views it as innocent fun."

  "Good." Kaitlyn gave me a squeeze. "Stop for a minute. I want to get wet."

  I brought the jet ski to a stop. Kaitlyn jumped into the water and swam around for a minute. She then came over to the jet ski, put her hand on it, and looked up at me. I asked her, "What does Paul think of what you and I did last night?"

  "He didn't say. He probably thinks it was disgusting and weird." Understandably so. "Was he bothered by it? I don't know. He's a very simple guy; as long as he can play his game and have sex, he's happy. I can tell he's enjoyed the fashion shows, and that he liked kissing Joanna. And we had awesome sex last night, which made him very happy. Did you and Joanna have awesome sex?"

  I blushed a little. "We did."

  "Great! Paul was probably too focused last night on having a good time with Joanna to have a reaction to you and me. And I don't think he'll say anything negative for fear that all of his fun at night will come to an end."

  All of that made sense. Kaitlyn then did something I've seen girls do countless time - pull her top out for whatever reason. This time when she did it, she gave me a brief view of her tits. She was looking at her top when she did it, so she may not have realized I could see her tits. Or maybe she didn't think my seeing her tits briefly was a big deal after I had gotten a good look at them the other night. Part of me felt that I shouldn't look, but I couldn't resist looking as she had sensational tits. Her show was another one of the things that shouldn't happen whose happening made my head spin.

  I asked, "Are you thinking better about Paul after last night?"

  "Too early to say. Paul is the first boyfriend that I've accepted as he is. Despite his flaws, he's a good boyfriend. But he's not a great boyfriend. If I knew of a guy who I'd thought would make a great boyfriend, I'd dump Paul in a heartbeat. What I don't want to do is dump Paul and then date a guy that I can manipulate without really trying."

  "You're that manipulative?"

  "I don't know if I'm so manipulative or if that I'm so good at it." Kaitlyn's face turned very serious. "I've learned the hard way that you can't trick someone into being a better person, or into making the right life decision. I can't change people; they'll only change when they want to change. I've felt much better about myself since I've started dating Paul because I haven't tried to change him. And I was open and honest with you and Joanna about why I wanted you two to date."

  "Manipulating us into dating would have been bad."

  "You say that, and I see how much happier Joanna is now that she's dating you. I took a big risk in asking you to date her."

  Was she saying that manipulating was a good thing? "We would have figured out eventually that you had manipulated us, we would have been pissed at you and it would have hurt our relationship."

  "And your relationship is great without me doing any manipulation?" That smarted. I opened my mouth to rebut her comment, but I couldn't think of one. Kaitlyn then said, "I used to think in too many cases that the ends justified the means. Or maybe I used to enjoy manipulating people more than I do now. I don't like it when I do it now."

  "So don't."

  Kaitlyn laughed. "Good suggestion. I try. Then things don't happen the way I want them to happen. Look at you and Joanna. Joanna won't accept that you're dating her because you want to. She thinks you're only doing it because of me. That drives me crazy as I think you're a great couple. It's the type of situation where I'm tempted to accept the ends justifying the means." Again, I had the feeling that she was a lot deeper than most other girls. She shook her head. "I wish now I could have had her come over when you were home, had you two hit it off, and then you decided to go out on your own."

  "But that wouldn't have happened. I wouldn't have dated Joanna if you hadn't asked me to."

  "Yeah. It's just that...I've come to realize that Joanna needs to make her own choices. Even if I'm totally certain about what she should do next, I need to let her to come up with the idea on her own. Hopefully at some point she'll choose to let herself fall in love with you."

  Another painful topic. "I hope so, too." But I had no idea when that would happen.

  "Thanks for not judging me. I think there aren't many guys a girl could tell that she's very manipulative, and they'd not judge her for it. I haven't told Paul about my habit of manipulating."

  I shrugged. "If I got angry at you, how could I date your friends?" Kaitlyn giggled. "Seriously, I've been hanging out with two non-judgmental women this summer, so I'm learning to be non-judgmental."

  Kaitlyn climbed out of the water. When she got back up, I asked, "Don't you think it's weird for me to be getting you excited every night?"

  Kaitlyn shook her head sadly, "I think it says more about how bad things have gotten between Paul and me that I find innocent kisses from you much more exciting than what foreplay he does." Kaitlyn grinned. "We're all having fun. For whatever reason, it's like we've all gotten blank checks, during that one hour, to have fun like we'll never have anywhere else. I'm never going to kiss you at home. Joanna is never going to kiss Paul after this week. I like the freedom we've been having, and I'm looking forward to more freedom tonight."

  * * *

  When Kaitlyn and I finally got back to the rest of the group, Mom and Dad gave us disapproving looks for being gone so long. We were suppose to swap jet skis every twenty minutes or so, and Kaitlyn and I had delayed this swap. Paul and I hopped on the small jet skis and raced each other. We played for a while longer before heading back for lunch. The rest of the day was pleasant and completely normal. The only slightly unusual thing was that after dinner Paul volunteered to do all the laundry, and Kaitlyn asked Joanna to help him to make sure "he washes the girly stuff correctly".

  I found the normality of it all disturbing. I had kissed my sister last night. I was going to kiss her again tonight. I felt like people should be acting differently because of it, but no one was.

  As soon as Mom and Dad left, the girls went into Kaitlyn's bedroom. Paul and I got the chairs into position and sat down. I asked, "Did you have fun today?"

  "I did". Paul winked at me. "And I'm hoping for even more fun tonight."

  The door to the bedroom opened, and the girls came out again in crop tops and terry cloth shorts. Everyt
hing was basically a repeat of the night before - Kaitlyn came to me for kisses, Joanna came for French kisses, and Kaitlyn came back for neck nibbles. When I reached my usual stopping point, I looked up and saw Joanna lolled against Paul again. There was something about their familiarity that bothered me.

  Paul called out, "Keep going!" and laughed. What an ass! I couldn't believe he wanted me to continue to make out with his girlfriend.

  Then I had an idea - I'd get back at Paul by driving his girlfriend crazy. Suddenly, I wanted Kaitlyn to dump him in the worst way. I'd get Kaitlyn superexcited so the next time she was with the big doofus, she'd be so frustrated with his pathetic foreplay that she'd kick him to the curb.

  I moved back up to Kaitlyn's neck and started kissing upwards from about halfway up. When I got close to her ear, I gently nibbled on her earlobe.

  "Oh my God!" gasped Kaitlyn.

  I inwardly smiled. I nibbled a few more times on her earlobe while I listened to her breathing quicken.

  Kaitlyn gushed, "You're giving me goose bumps!" She sounded shocked at how much I was exciting her.

  I blew softly in her ear and got another gasp. I went back for another nibble when I heard Paul say to me, "Check out her nipple!"

  I looked down, and it was easy to see through Kaitlyn's thin crop top that her right nipple was completely erect. There was something about clearly seeing the outline of her nipple and that it was so stimulated because of me that greatly excited me. It looked so perfect, so inviting...

  Paul said to me, "Go ahead and feel it."

  I looked over and Paul had his hands on Joanna's tits under her crop top. Part of me was instantly jealous, but then it was like my hands moved on their own accord to slip under Kaitlyn's crop top. I gently cupped her tits and...

  ...I completely forget about everything in the world except Kaitlyn's tits. They felt perfect in my hands - just the right shape, the right size, and the right amount of heft. I savored their perfect-skin smoothness as my hands moved over them. I heard Kaitlyn suck in her breath. Initially, her left nipple wasn't fully erect like the right, but I quickly got it erect by tweaking it with my fingers. I felt like a kid in a candy store - that wasn't quite right, but it was close; I had the feeling that I had free reign to hold and squeeze something that I had deeply wanted to touch but had thought I'd never would. I had admired my sister's tits for years, and now I had my hands on them with her approval, and apparently the approval of her boyfriend and my girlfriend.