by Amanda Wals
Kaitlyn turned and looked up at me, an inviting look on her face. I felt like I was falling as my lips moved slowly towards her. Down, down, down I slowly went until my lips touched hers.
My lips had barely touched hers before Kaitlyn pushed her tongue into my mouth. I opened my mouth wide and let her tongue in as I continued to squeeze her tits. This was so hot, so crazy; to be Frenching my sister like this. And she wanted it; she totally wanted me doing this - her tongue was dueling mine fiercely; she was pressing her tits into my hands; she was moaning every time I squeezed or tweaked. I was totally inflamed with lust, and I needed to fuck. I needed to fuck right now.
I broke off the kiss and looked over at Joanna and Paul. They were Frenching and groping like Kaitlyn and I were. Joanna must have noticed me looking at them as she broke off their kiss and stood up. She grabbed her crop top, pulled it over her head and threw it aside. She grinned mightily as she walked towards me while swaying her hips sexily. When she reached me, she took my hand and pulled me towards the couch. When we got to the couch, she pushed me to lie down the length of the couch on my back. She grabbed her shorts and slowly pulled them down while wiggling her ass. It was a crazy sex show. I stared at her neatly trimmed, dark brown bush while she slowly pushed her shorts to the floor.
Joanna stepped out of the shorts and came on to the couch on her knees. She straddled my face and commanded, "Eat me." I stuck my tongue upward and parted her pussy lips. Her pussy was full of moisture - the wettest I could remember her being. I ran my tongue up and down the full length of her pussy, exploring how wet she was. I liked Joanna's taste and slurped up her juices as quickly as I could. I brought my hands up to cup Joanna's ass to help her balance. I'd done oral sex on Joanna many times, but this was the first time she had ever sat on my face like this.
As I slurped, I suddenly heard Kaitlyn's voice say, "Fuck, yeah!" Based on the loudness, she was close by - definitely not in her bedroom. With Joanna's legs pressed lightly against my ears, it was hard to place where the sound had come from. I gave Joanna a couple more licks before I heard Kaitlyn say, "That's it! God, yes. Lick me, Paul! I'm so damn wet!"
I pictured this part of the living room - the coffee table to my right was the center of the furniture here. Above my head was the TV and on the opposite side of the TV were two comfy chairs that had low, U-shaped backs and thick cushions to sit on. It was from there that I decided I was hearing Kaitlyn. Knowing that my sister was having oral sex and was probably naked so close to me drove me wild. I redoubled my efforts to make Joanna cum.
I made a series of quick licks around Joanna's clit as Kaitlyn continued to moan. I had no idea how I was doing as this was a new position, and I couldn't hear Joanna's breathing over Kaitlyn's loud moans. I took a break from focusing on eating Joanna out to look upwards. She was holding her upper body straight, and her body seemed so long from this angle. She had her right arm on the couch back to help her keep her balance. Her small tits really stood out from her chest. I took a mental picture and stored it away as one of life's precious memories before I returned my focus to making her cum.
As my tongue danced around Joanna's clit, I listened to Kaitlyn continue to moan. The two couples having sex like this was incredibly crazy; like something out of a porn movie. What would Joanna do once I made her cum? Would she fuck me in front of Paul and Kaitlyn?
Kaitlyn's moans got even louder. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" It was incredibly erotic to hear my sister's cries of ecstasy. She sounded close to cumming. I had no idea how close Joanna was, so I continued frantically working her clit.
I heard Kaitlyn yell, "Yes!" and then she was quiet. A few moments later, I heard movement from that part of the room. Were they going to fuck in the chair right next to us? Then I heard them moving away from us and the door to bedroom close. Shortly after that Joanna came, flooding my face with her juices.
After Joanna clambered off me, I sat up. Joanna grabbed her clothes off the floor and said, "Let's go to our bedroom." I noticed Kaitlyn and Paul's clothes were still strewn all over the floor. Joanna smiled and said, "They'll have to pick them up later."
* * *
The next morning Thursday, I was awakened by the sound of someone entering our bedroom. I looked up to see it was Kaitlyn, dressed in her crop top and shorts from last night. Joanna was snuggled against me on the wall side, so I had an unobstructed view of Kaitlyn.
Once Kaitlyn saw I was awake, she said quietly, "Good morning!"
I shook my head. What was Kaitlyn doing in my room? She had never come into my room when I was with a girlfriend before. From the light, it was probably ten minutes before Mom would knock on our doors. As much as I loved my sister, I didn't want her seeing me and my girlfriend in bed naked. It bothered me that another social rule was being broken. "What are you doing here, Kaitlyn?"
I noticed Kaitlyn had something in her hand, which she dropped on the floor. Joanna was awake now, and she partially sat up so she could see.
Kaitlyn said, "Last night, Paul got a look at Joanna's naked backside. I want to keep things even." With that, she turned around. She grabbed her crop top, pulled it off and dropped it on the floor. She grabbed her shorts and pulled them slowly down while sexily wiggling her ass like Joanna had done the night before. Joanna laughed good-naturedly. I admired Kaitlyn's beautiful ass as she put on her show. She was a curvy girl and had a full, nicely-rounded ass. Her firm ass cheeks practically begged to be squeezed. Kaitlyn has to be the sexiest woman in the world. Eventually, Kaitlyn was squatting on the ground. There was enough light that I could see her stepping into something. Then she was moving upwards, swinging her ass side-to-side again, as she slowly pulled up her bikini bottoms. When she reached her full height, she pulled the bottoms into position. In her hand was her top, which she quickly put on while continuing to face away from us. She gave us a look over her shoulder, smiled, and said, "See ya soon."
Joanna said, "Kaitlyn! I'd like to have a long talk with Brandon. Could you cover for me at breakfast?"
"Sure. Talk as long as you want." And then Kaitlyn slipped out the door.
I looked at Joanna. I was curious as to what she wanted to have a long talk about. Last night, we had crashed right away after we had fucked, so there hadn't been a chance to talk.
Joanna said, "I want to talk about last night. It went waaay further than I was expecting. While you were kissing on Kaitlyn's neck and shoulders, Paul asked me several times if he could feel my tits. I said no, that we could only do what you and Kaitlyn were doing. Paul told you to feel Kaitlyn's tits so he could feel mine. He was happy when he saw you kiss Kaitlyn as that meant he could kiss me. Everything had me so excited I had to have sex right there and then."
So Paul had been more than fine about what Kaitlyn and I had done. Probably thought it creepy, but was happy to ignore what we were doing if he could do what he wanted with Joanna. I was not in a happy mood.
Joanna smiled at me. "I've said it before and I'll say it again; it was all harmless fun. This morning, I wanted to tell you why I think that. I have three reasons, the most important of which is you're my guy; you're the one I want to have sex with, the one I want to sleep with, the one I want to wake up with, the one I want to have fun with." That made me feel warm all over. Joanna had never declared her affection for me so strongly before. "Reason number two is that I trust you and Kaitlyn. You aren't going to do anything to hurt me. Hopefully you trust me to not do anything that hurts you."
I liked how this talk was going. "I do, Joanna." And then I asked, "Do you trust Paul?"
Joanna chuckled. "No. Well, sort of. I think he'll keep his word, but he's very aggressive about making out and will push things if he sees an opportunity to do so."
"Like last night."
"Yes. I'm glad you were there to keep him from going too far. But it doesn't really matter as he'll be out of the picture soon."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. I watched him and Kaitlyn, and he doesn't excite her at all. I think she'd dump
him this morning if there was some convenient way of sending him home. But there isn't, so she'll try to make their relationship last until we get home."
I nodded. That made sense, and I was glad that Kaitlyn would dump Paul soon.
Joanna said, "This week has been a perfect storm. I think whatever you and Kaitlyn do is harmless because I trust you, and I think whatever Paul and I do is harmless because I probably won't see him again after this week. And I think it's important that we switch partners up so Kaitlyn can be happy as she keeps their relationship on life support." Joanna smiled. "I like alternating as I have fun with Paul, and then I have even more fun with you."
I smiled at that.
Joanna tapped her finger on my chest and said in a light but commanding voice, "So don't expect anything like this to happen again. You're to never kiss another girl besides Kaitlyn, and you can only kiss her the rest of this week. After that, you're my guy full-time. Understood?"
Exactly what I wanted to hear. I kissed Joanna and then said, "Understood."
"Good." Joanna smiled. "There's something else I wanted to discuss. The other day, when Kaitlyn was discussing how Paul bought her so much stuff, it probably sounded very mercenary to you; like she's only dating him for the money he spends on her. And now that she has so much stuff, she's lost interest in him."
I thought back to the moment. "It did sound that way."
"There are two reasons why a girl wants a guy to spend money on her. One is that she wants to raise her lifestyle. I've done that. I hate being poor relative to all of my friends. I've dated guys primarily because I wanted them to spend money on me."
"And they were jerks."
"The ones I dated were. But there are nice guys who are happy to spend money on you. There's a reason why young women marry rich guys who are old enough to be their fathers - financially security has a lot of appeal in a world where men have more wealth than women. If I dated someone like Paul, his willingness to spend money would go a long way towards keeping me happy. But I don't think that's what Kaitlyn is looking for."
This was interesting. "What is she looking for then?"
"I think she views Paul spending money on her as a sign of affection, and she's looking for an openly-affectionate guy. They have this great synergy in that he likes buying her sexy clothes, and she likes dressing up sexy for him. The Friday Paul was arriving to spend his first weekend, Kaitlyn was so excited about dressing up sexy for him that she couldn't resist sharing with the rest of us at the office. That was her first fashion show there." I wished I had seen it. "But Kaitlyn doesn't need expensive clothes to dress sexy. You saw that last night."
"I did. She looked very hot last night." I belatedly added, "And so did you."
Joanna rolled her eyes slightly. "So her not being excited about Paul now isn't due to how full her closet is." Joanna looked thoughtful. "Something has changed since the end of college. Any idea what?"
"No." I was little surprised our conversation had taken this turn. "I spent very little time with them at school."
Joanna sighed. "Well, Kaitlyn will probably tell me everything next week." She started climbing over me. "Time to go help make breakfast." Once she was out of the bed, she threw on her nightshirt and said, "I'm so happy now. I wish Kaitlyn was happy with me." And then she left.
I lay on the bed, thinking about our conversation. A weird side effect of our group make-out sessions seemed to be that Joanna was much happier with our relationship, much closer to saying 'I love you.' Was it because the sessions required me to trust her so much? Whatever it was, I felt good about last night's session even though Kaitlyn and I had gone way, way over the line. If everyone else was fine with it, why shouldn't I be?
* * *
When I came out for breakfast, Mom gave me a concerned look. Was she worried about Joanna and I having a long talk? Or did she suspect what the four of us were doing during her and Dad's walk?
During the morning's water skiing, Kaitlyn and Joanna regularly changed sides of the boat, and we guys almost always talked with whoever was sitting next to them. Kaitlyn was very happy when she talked with me. She didn't look happy when she was talking with Paul.
When the morning's water skiing was done, Kaitlyn had Joanna stay behind as the rest of us headed up to lunch. When the girls came in the lake house, they were giggling. Shortly thereafter, Kaitlyn told Mom that she and Joanna were going to go shopping after lunch and asked what was needed from the store. After Mom ate, she made a list and went over it with Kaitlyn.
I asked Kaitlyn, "Can I come with you?"
She gave me a smirk, and said, "No. It's a girls' shopping trip."
Once we were all done eating, I walked Joanna down to the minivan. She got in the passenger side, lowered the window, and said with an impish grin, "We're going to do some naughty shopping." She gave me a kiss, and then she and Kaitlyn were gone.
* * *
The afternoon wasn't much fun without the girls as I was beginning to loathe Paul. The girls didn't get back until almost time to make dinner. Over dinner, they were all giggles. Or Kaitlyn was all giggles - Joanna swung from giggling to being nervous or anxious. But both were giggling madly when they went to Kaitlyn's bedroom after Mom and Dad had left. Paul and I waited impatiently for the girls to come out as we didn't have anything to say to each other. As every other night, Paul and I were wearing shirts, shorts and no shoes.
The door opened, and I turned to see Joanna stride out. She was wearing white high heel shoes; red panties that were cut low at her crotch and high on her waist; a shiny, plastic black belt; and the only thing above the belt was a raspberry-colored beret. She looked super hot. And then Kaitlyn came out behind her dressed the same and turned the hotness up to eleven. She had great tits and just a sexy air about her. Watching her walk had me rock hard.
Joanna and Kaitlyn walked to in-between Paul and me as usual, and I was mildly surprised when Joanna turned towards me. I heard Kaitlyn say to Paul, "Be a good boy and you'll get your reward later." And then Joanna was on my lap.
Joanna kissed me on the lips, and our kisses quickly became very hot; short kisses with lots of passion. It was weird that kissing my girlfriend was now a hot, novel experience, but this week was weird. I had no idea of what the limits were. With the way the girls were dressed, we were clearly getting crazy tonight, beyond what we had done before. I decided to stay with the same limits as the first round last night.
After a few minutes of kisses, I stopped and leaned Joanna back from me. I said, "What a naughty outfit." Joanna wore high heels to work, but she'd never worn them on a date with me. The panties and belt were gaudy and looked cheaply made. I suspected the girls tried to spend as little as possible on their outfits and had picked clothes they felt they would look equally good in.
Joanna blushed a little. "You like it?"
"I love it. You look so hot in it, so very naughty." Joanna beamed in pleasure. "You like being my naughty girl, don't you?"
"I like being naughty."
"You look good enough to eat," I said as I moved my mouth slowly towards her tit.
"Not yet," said Joanna as she intercepted my head and brought my mouth up for another kiss.
We kissed for probably another minute before Joanna stood up. She turned and walked across to Paul, and Kaitlyn walked across to me. If Joanna looked hot, then Kaitlyn was on fire. The belt around her waist and the high-cut red panties emphasized her narrow waist and curvy hips. Her perfect tits swung gently side to side as she sashayed over to me. My opinion that my sister was the sexiest woman in the world was reconfirmed.
Once Kaitlyn was on my lap, she leaned back to give me a good look at her. "You like?"
"I like. You're an incredibly sexy woman. You could make a blind man see dressed like that."
Kaitlyn laughed before coming in for a kiss. During our next kiss, I pushed my tongue forward between her lips and she eagerly opened her mouth to accept it, moaning once my tongue was in her mouth. I had been unprepared
for Frenching with my sister last night, but I was ready and eager tonight. I knew it was wrong; I knew I shouldn't, but the other three were pushing me to do it and, damn it!, I wanted to do it. And I loved it - I loved holding Kaitlyn close, the feel of her skin and most of all the sensation of our tongues frolicking together while our mouths were locked. I had never enjoyed kissing someone so much before. The kissing had my cock almost painfully hard. The wickedness of passionately kissing my sister in front of my girlfriend and her boyfriend while my parents were blissfully gone on a walk was driving me crazy. It was sick, weird and immoral, but it was also incredibly erotic.
Kaitlyn shifted her weight as she kissed me, so that my cock was now pressing against her pantie-covered pussy. Had she intended that? No, she couldn't have intended that as this round was to be kissing with nothing sexual.
Then Kaitlyn shifted her weight again, rocking her hips forward to press more of my cock against her pussy. And then she rocked back, relieving the pressure. She continued lightly rocking back-and-forth as we frantically kissed. When I had thought kissing my sister was as hot as it could get, she managed to turn it up hotter.
Kaitlyn stood up suddenly. I could have kissed her for hours, but I knew she and Joanna had a plan for the evening. Were they even bothering to try to teach Paul better foreplay technique? I watched Kaitlyn's ass as she swung it slightly back-and-forth on the way back to Paul. The panties covered about half of her ass cheek, providing some shaping to an ass with great shape.