by Amanda Wals
"That's it, Thomas. Lots of pressure against my clit. That feels so good."
As I slid upwards, my hard cock made a beeline for her pussy. I needed to slide only a little more forward and I would be in. A long steady stroke, then back to our starting position. A long steady stroke, then back to our starting position. Being so close to fucking but stopping short made this game very exciting. Is this how we were going to start fucking?
"That's enough, Thomas. Come back up here and finger me."
I got on the bed to the right of Caitlin and moved my right hand to her crotch. I slipped a finger between her pussy lips and began working it up and down her slit. Caitlin turned towards Rebecca.
"Like you, I prefer to be eaten but I mix in occasionally being fingered so it won't be same old, same old." She turned to me. "I don't think it will take you long. Last night, I got so hot watching you and Rebecca fuck while I advised. I felt like I was a part of the action."
Caitlin wrapped her hand around my cock, giving it a quick pump up and down, then dropped her hand down to my balls and gave them a light tickle. She turned back to Rebecca.
"It's a good idea to play with Thomas' privates while he's fingering you so he'll be ready when you're ready. Could you do that for me?"
"Sure," said Rebecca as she hopped off the bed then got back on behind me. I was on my side, tilted slightly away from Caitlin so her hand could play with my balls. Caitlin removed her hand.
"What should I do?" asked Rebecca.
"Play with his cock and balls," replied Caitlin. "Nibble on his neck. Whatever he likes. Don't get him too excited, but keep him hard."
Rebecca wrapped her right hand around my cock. Her hand was much smaller than Caitlin's and a little colder. She slowly pulled her hand up the length of my cock while rubbing her tits across my exposed right side.
"Do you like that?" she whispered huskily to me.
"Yes," I said in my normal voice.
"Do you like the hand or the tits?" she whispered. Her hand was making its way slowly down my cock.
"Both."
Rebecca stopped with the tit rubbing and instead kissed lightly down my right arm. Her right hand dropped down to my balls and cupped them.
"Do you like this?" she whispered. Her sexy whispers were driving me wild.
"I prefer a light tickle."
"Like this?" She gave my balls a soft tickle.
"God, yes."
She moved her hand back to my cock and gave it a light stroke upwards while rubbing her tits again against my side. She was doing such a great job of keeping me hard that I was having difficulty staying focused on my mission. Caitlin was excited enough now that I could mainly focus on her clit. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply. I slipped my hand down to her vagina to get some more fluid and my hand was soaked.
"You're really wet, Caitlin."
"This is so fucking hot."
Last night, the cabin had smelled of sex. Now, it reeked. I was sure the sheets underneath Caitlin were soaked.
Caitlin grabbed my hand and pulled it up a little higher. "Right there."
I pressed hard on the new spot and made tight circles with my finger.
"Rub hard now. I'm close."
Rebecca had shifted up and was nibbling on my neck and blowing in my ear while stroking my right side with her hand.
"Yes! Yes!" cried Caitlin as she tensed her body in anticipation of her orgasm. "Yeeessss!" she bellowed as it hit her. From the way she flopped around, it was clearly a big one.
Rebecca had shifted back down and was stroking my cock again to get it back to maximum firmness while she ever-so-lightly brushed my side with her nipples.
Once Caitlin had recovered from her orgasm, she spun around to get on all fours and pointed her ass towards me. "Fuck me, Thomas," she commanded. "I need you in me right now."
I moved behind her, lined my cock up with her pussy and slid in. She was so wet that there was no resistance. I plunged my full length into her.
"Agggggh!" she cried.
I grabbed her heart-shaped ass, pulled myself out and slammed back into her. I skipped the slow stuff. If she wanted to be fucked, a fucking was what I was going to give her.
"Rebecca, this is doggie style," said Caitlin. She had paused between "Rebecca" and "this" for a pant. "It feels much different than missionary. You're going to have to experiment to find what works for you." Caitlin had to bunch her words together because of the pants, which made her sound more formal. She raised up on her hands and arched her back a little bit. "You can go up high." Then she dropped her chest down so that it was touching the sheet. "Or you can go low. There is no right way. Guys love to hold your ass and pound you from behind like an animal."
I certainly did. Caitlin's soft, round ass was perfect for doggie style.
"I'm so little compared to Thomas," said Rebecca. "He'll be too high up for me."
"Then don't do this while you're both in bed. Try having Thomas stand next to the bed. Or lay over a couch arm. Fucking someplace besides the bed is great way to add variety."
Rebecca stood behind me and moved forward until her chest touched my back. She ran her hands lightly up my arms, then across the top of my shoulders, then back down again. Her nipples were barely touching my back and she made slow circles with them on my skin. "Would you like to fuck me like this tomorrow night?" she whispered. "On the couch?"
"Definitely."
Caitlin apparently took that to mean that she had adequately demonstrated doggie style. When I pulled back, she pulled herself off me then stood up on her knees. "Lie down on your back," she ordered.
I happily complied, lying down on the left side of the bed to avoid the big wet spot. Caitlin mounted me, grabbed my cock and guided it into her. She put her hands on my chest then raised her body off of me so that most of my cock was out of her, then dropped back down on me. She went through the cycle a number of times. I raised my hands up to cup her beautiful tits. I got her nipples between my fingers and then made slow circles. Her tits were such a nice size for my hands.
Once we had a good rhythm going, she turned to Rebecca. "This is girl-on-top. Guys love it because the girl does most of the work." She faced me and smiled. "You like just lying there, don't you?"
"Hell, yeah," I said with a big smile.
Caitlin faced back to Rebecca. "I love girl-on-top positions as it makes me feel in control. Girl-on-top is even better on a couch. And as you can see, the guy gets to play with the girl's tits if he wants."
"Or fondle her ass." I dropped my hands down to Caitlin's ass and helped her rise up and drop down.
Caitlin said to Rebecca, "Why don't you play with his nipples."
Rebecca scooted around so that her head was close to my neck. She slid her hand down my chest until it reached my nipple. She pinched it lightly between her fingers.
"Like this?" she asked.
"Whatever Thomas likes. Think about what you like and do it to Thomas."
Rebecca tried different things - twisting my nipple, rubbing my nipple softly with one finger, making light circles around my nipple with a finger, stroking my chest in the area around my nipple. Each time she tried something different, she whispered in my ear, "Do you like?" Then she added nibbling on my ear lobe and kissing down my neck.
"Is this a good way to kiss and make up?" she whispered.
"Oh, the best. This is incredible." I was in pleasure overload. Caitlin was such a great fuck, then adding Rebecca's nibbles and strokes was mind-blowing.
"I think Thomas is getting close," said Caitlin. "Guys like to fuck hard before they cum and Thomas can't do that with me on top. So we're going to roll me over and switch to missionary. Ready Thomas?"
Caitlin rolled and I rolled with her. I swung her around to keep us away from the wet spot. Caitlin was right that I was close. And I did want to pound her hard to finish. I slammed into her and she slammed back.
"You can do some variations," said Caitlin to Rebecca, "by moving your
legs into different positions. I prefer to keep my feet on his ass and use them to encourage him to fuck me harder."
Now that she mentioned it, I could feel her heels giving me little kicks on my ass. I was plunging into her as hard and as fast as I could. Her tits were bouncing up and down in front of me. She was thrashing around underneath me. This was our last fuck and it was going to be our best.
Rebecca was on her knees next to me, stroking my back as I fucked Caitlin.
"You don't fuck me this hard," Rebecca whispered.
"I can't. You're too tight. I love your tightness."
"In that case," she whispered, "fuck her hard for me."
That put me over the edge. Waves of pleasure hit me as felt the cum flowing up out of my balls.
"Yeessssss!" bellowed Caitlin as she came. My cum shot into her, binding us together once again in the special way that only hot sex can do. I slowed the pace as I came and came. Finally, I stopped to savor the moment. I looked down at my beautiful sister blissfully stretched out beneath me.
"I love you, Caitlin."
"And I love you, Thomas."
Caitlin pushed me so I pulled out of her. She turned to face Rebecca.
"He's yours now. You better keep him happy."
"I will," said Rebecca as she put her arm around me to give me a hug. "I will."
Epilogue - August
And she has. Sunday night when we got to Rebecca's apartment, we packed up a few days worth of clothes and she moved in with me. We've slept together every night since.
Tuesday night, we went back to her apartment and packed up more until it was time for the video call with her parents. Rebecca started the call by saying "This is Thomas. I love him, I went on the cruise with him and I've moved in with him." The band-aid was ripped off in record time. Her parents were stunned. For the rest of the call, they were subdued. Most of the call was introducing me. When they asked about the cruise, we kept to the script that we had developed with Caitlin. Rebecca then said, "I know Thomas is the right guy for me, but we have some emotional wounds that need healing. Would you please pray for that healing and for the strengthening of our relationship?" Her parents gave a long prayer for that and I was touched by their sincerity.
The next Sunday, we started our search for a church that we both liked. We spent months visiting different churches. As part of the search, Rebecca and I had many long discussions about what we believed. We both believed that God wants us to be frugal to ourselves; loving of our friends, family and neighbors; and generous to those less fortunate than ourselves. As a part of that, we discussed the big topics - how we wanted to live our lives together, what our career goals were, whether we wanted kids, when we wanted them and how did we want to live once God blessed us with them. It turned out that once we moved beyond labels, we were spiritually quite close. We've recently found a church that has many people our age and has been quite welcoming. We're thinking of joining soon. Rebecca's parents seem more disappointed that she's going to join a non-fundamentalist church than that she's living with me.
Caitlin is doing well. On her flight back from Miami, Jacob suggested that they get back together like Rebecca and I had. Caitlin laughed so hard she nearly peed her pants. Caitlin moved in with Lisa. With the reduced rent and a nice raise, she is making a big dent into her debt. She's had several opportunities to date but has been going slow, researching each guy and has yet to find one she thinks is worth dating.
Rebecca and Caitlin talk on the phone all the time now. It started when Rebecca called for a few more sex tips, but their friendship really took off once they started discussing work. Caitlin has been coaching Rebecca on how to be more assertive and Rebecca has been coaching Caitlin on how to better market her bank and herself. They have both gotten kudos from their bosses for improved performance. When either has a bad day at work, they pick up the phone and call the other to vent and strategize. Rebecca tells me that it's easy to have a meaningful conversation with Caitlin because Rebecca knows that nothing she tells Caitlin is going to shock her or make her think less of Rebecca and me as Caitlin already knows all of her darkest secrets and still likes her.
Life with Rebecca is great. She's still not comfortable kissing in public, but has grown fond of hugging, cuddling and sitting on my lap in public and in front of our friends. Our sex life is much better. Frequency is up. Communication, variety and enjoyment are way up. It's not like sex with Caitlin, but we both wind up feeling loved and satisfied.
On the Fourth of July I proposed, Rebecca accepted and we are going to be married in her hometown the week before Christmas. Caitlin will be the maid of honor. Paul is going to be one of my groomsmen.
I think often of Caitlin. She was right in that there was no way we could logistically continue our relationship. I believe that things turned out as they did on the cruise because Caitlin and I were cruise-compatible and Rebecca and I were not. In Boston, Rebecca's sweet and easy ways fit me better than Caitlin's blunt, earthy style. Still, there are times - particularly when Rebecca isn't in the mood for sex - that I fantasize about what would have happened if Caitlin and I had tried to make our relationship work.
Caitlin is going to visit us for five days over Labor Day. Rebecca and I bought her the plane ticket. It was Rebecca's idea - she wants some more in-depth sex lessons.
I can't wait.
THE END
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Cycling Weekends with Sis
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Time to get ready, Julie." The bike rally was due to start in ten minutes, so my sister and I needed to get into position. My friends Ben, Patrick, Connor and Evan also got on their bikes. There were twelve loud pops as we snapped our cycling shoes into our pedals.
We rolled over to the pack for the forty-mile ride and I placed us at the back. It was a lovely day for a bike ride: a pretty blue sky with a few clouds, a mild breeze, a little on the cool side, but it wouldn't be too hot later.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked. "You've never ridden anything close to this far."
When we had signed up for the rally, there was to be a twenty-four mile ride. I had thought that would be a challenging but doable ride for my sister. Yesterday morning, I got an email from the rally organizers that emergency roadwork had forced the cancellation of that distance. The choices were ten, forty or sixty-six miles.
Julie looked at the pack behind us. The people lined up for the ten-mile ride were mostly families.
"Josh, I'm not doing the kiddie ride again."
A year ago, I had convinced Julie to go to her first bike rally and she had hated it. She had weighed 165, which was a lot of weight for her 5'1" frame. Her bike had been an entry-level bike. Her clothing and gear had marked her as a newbie, more likely to quit than to ride another bike rally. My friends had each given her a once-over and then ignored her. She had felt pathetic when she hadn't been able to keep up with twelve-year-olds. Now, Julie weighed 110 with toned, firm legs. She had a much nicer bike. Her clothing was similar to everyone else's in the pack. She looked like she belonged.
She didn't blend in in one way - she was a woman. I looked ahead of us and could make out three other woman in the large group; biking was very much a man's sport. With light blue eyes and blond hair that came down to a little beyond her collar, Julie looked like what I would imagine Tinker Bell would look if she were human and let her hair down. Julie again looked like she had looked when she had been a cheerleader in high school, a thin little thing with big tits, a short beanpole with two cantaloupes.
"It's okay. I'll stick with you the whole time and we'll take lots of breaks. Don't push yourself too hard. On a scale of one to ten where one is no exertion and ten is an all-out sprint, I want you to ride at four or five."
A trumpeter played the national anthem and then a guy with a bullhorn sent out the riders for the sixty-six mile ride. Our pack moved up to the start line. After giving the first pack a five-minute head start, the guy with the bullhorn sent us out.
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Patrick and Evan stayed with us until they were warmed up, then they took off. Ben and Connor rode with us to the first rest stop, which was at twelve miles. Julie and I averaged 13.9 miles per hour, which I thought was a good pace for her. If Julie wasn't with us, Ben, Connor and I would have averaged over twenty miles per hour.
"How are you doing, Julie?"
"Okay. A little sore, but no big deal. I like the new bike. I'm going to make all forty miles."
Her attitude had changed so much since she started training with me. Over a year ago, she had come depressed to my apartment, feeling fat and ugly. Her weight had undermined her self-confidence. Without self-confidence, she hadn't been assertive at work and instead had been shy and passive. Co-workers had regularly dumped grunt work on her. She had been hating work and life in general. Now, she was confident again; she was once again outgoing and finding the joy in life.
As I tended to our bikes and refilled the bottles on them, Julie and my friends hit the snack table. After I was done, I walked over. The snack table had bananas cut in two with their peels on. There were also lots of different types of homemade cookies. I grabbed a banana and a yummy-looking lemon bar. Julie and my friends had gotten similar refreshments and were chatting a little ways from the snack table. I joined them.
Ben and Connor towered over Julie and me. I was short and thin like Julie, standing 5'6" with light brown hair and brown eyes. Ben and Connor were both at least 6'3". They could kick my ass on flat sections, but I was faster if there were big climbs.
"Your bike is a lot nicer than one you had a year ago," said Ben to Julie. "How much did it set you back?"
Not a topic I wanted brought up.
"I didn't buy it. Josh bought it for me a few days ago."
"How much did it set you back, Josh? Twelve hundred? Fifteen hundred?" asked Ben.
"It wasn't too bad. You guys ready to get going?"