Ted Leonard - Sister_s loving pets

As Bill handed her a five, someone tapped on the door – three taps, then two, then three more.

"I gotta go," Veronica said, tucking the bill into her garter belt. "There's a live one at the bar."

"Wait!" Bill shouted as she whirled out the door. "What about my sister?"

"That's your problem," Veronica called over her shoulder. "Go home and fuck her for God's sake!"

Bill put his drippy cock away and zipped up his pants. Smoothing his hair out, he stepped out of the back room and sauntered through the bar. He saw Veronica at the bar, her skirt way up on her curvy thighs. She was sitting with a live one, and she ignored Bill as he went by.

Bill drove his pick-up home slowly. Usually, he exceeded the speed limits to get home to his sexy wife, Ellen. But now his curvy little sister was there, too, with her glistening blonde hair and clear blue eyes and jutting pointed tits. God, those tits, he thought.

He smiled to himself as he remembered Cindy growing up, developing those fabulous tits. Like most young teens, Cindy became a T-shirt fanatic. She drove her mother nuts for money for more and more T-shirts. Bill liked the legends written across them. They gave him an excuse to admire her lovely tits without seeming conspicuous. But one day he'd had enough.

Cindy was sobbing pitifully in her bedroom because her mom wouldn't let her buy another super T-shirt. Bill acted the big brother and talked with her. He tried to explain the household financial condition, but that didn't cut any ice with heartbroken Cindy. She wanted a T-shirt!

Finally, in desperation after watching his kid sister's tits rise and fall with her sighing and whining, he, grinned at her and said, "You don't need another T-shirt, Cindy. It isn't your T-shirts that attract the boys, it's your pretty tits in 'em."

Cindy had blushed profusely, but Bill noticed that she liked his attention. And for the next few minutes he was able to look freely at her budding tits and talk about them. As far as Bill was concerned at the time, that day was fantastic. For years to come, that afternoon in Cindy's bedroom burned in his brain, and he jerked off many times to the luscious memory.

The memory came back to him now as he swung into the front yard of his house. Even as he turned off the ignition and climbed out of the truck, he braced himself. It wasn't easy for him to enter a comfortable little house occupied by two very sexy females. Bill didn't know which one gave him the biggest hard-on, his sultry wife or his sensual sister.

Maybe if I just plant myself in front of the TV, he thought. Maybe I can keep my mind off of them. God, this is going to be a long night. I suppose Cindy will want to watch TV, too. I'll have to sit there and suffer while she prances around and squirms on the damned sofa!

To make matters worse for him, when he opened the door, both girls were on their feet smiling prettily. They met him at the door.

"Hi, honey," Ellen chirped. She stood against his body and pressed tightly as she kissed his mouth warmly. She felt his dick awaken against her crotch and she gave a secret and soft moan for his benefit.

"Hello, Bill," his sister greeted him when Ellen went to fix dinner. She stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek. But the firm points of her delicious young tits scraped against his chest as she did so. Bill's cock enlarged as if Veronica had never sucked it off.

Bill quickly headed for his recliner where he could conceal his hard-on. "Did you two have a nice day?" he asked, staring at the TV.

"Oh, it was wonderful," Cindy bubbled. She perched her cute ass on the sofa and looked at him, wide-eyed and innocent.

Bill had already noted their clothes. His curvy wife was in one of her brief little mini-dresses, cut low across her ripe thrusting tits and high on her luscious white thighs. Cindy looked even more naked in her tight little shorts and a T-shirt tied in a knot right between her jutting young tits.

Bill groaned to himself as his sister excitedly told about her day with Ellen. He was trying so hard not to look at her that he almost missed what she was saying.

"Ellen and I became very good friends today."

That got his attention. Last year he had gotten the distinct impression that Cindy didn't like it here in the country. She certainly hadn't seemed very happy.

He glanced at her shorts and saw how tight they were in the crotch. He swallowed hard when he noticed that her pussy pushed out against the light material.

Quickly raising his eyes to hers, he said, "What causes this? You were bitching and moaning because Mom made you come here for a vacation."

To his surprise, Cindy didn't come back with her usual caustic remarks. Instead, her blue eyes softened and even twinkled a little as she purred, "I'm sorry about that, Bill. Will you forgive me? I haven't been very grateful, have I? No wonder you get mad at me. But I am sorry, really. I guess I just had to get used to the place or something. I like it here. I like Ellen and I love you."

It was only then that Bill realized Cindy was slowly petting Samson's broad head. The German shepherd was quietly prone near the sofa, next to Cindy's legs. Bill frowned.

"I thought you were afraid of Samson?" he queried, puzzled. "Christ, you wanted me to trade him in for God damned French poodle!"

"Oh, I was just being mean," Cindy sighed. She leaned over and gave Samson a big hug, pressing her cheek to the top of his head. "I wouldn't trade him for the world!"

Bill shook his head hopelessly. "Crazy teenagers," he murmured. "Can't make up your minds."

Before the words left his mouth, a strange new sensation coursed through his groin and his prick throbbed. Why was Cindy hugging Samson so affectionately? What the hell had gone on here today that she liked Ellen and hugs Samson?

He couldn't see it, but Ellen happened to appear in the doorway behind him. She frowned hard at Cindy and shook her head violently. She pointed a warning finger at Bill.

Cindy understood the message. She was displaying too much affection for the dog. Bill just might catch on.

"I think I'll go up to my room till it's time to eat," Cindy said, jumping to her feet.

Ellen returned to the stove and Bill peered curiously at his cute sister as she hurried up the stairs. Why was Samson following her? And why was he trying to sniff her crotch?

He groaned to himself, and his cock ached with hardness as he thought naughty thoughts about Samson fucking his kid sister. His weary brain filled with images of the big German shepherd fucking his horny cock into Cindy's pretty little pussy.

Then he silently cursed himself and shook his head against the visions. They were too much for him at the moment. If I keep this up, he thought grimly, I'll have to go into the bathroom and jack off!

He got to his feet and used all his will power to make his prick subside. Then he sauntered into the kitchen and moved up behind his wife. He slipped his arms around her slim waist and filled his hands with her lush tits.

"Bill," Ellen cooed, rubbing her ass against his growing boner. "Stop that. Cindy might see us."

"She's upstairs," he whispered into her cute little ear. He flicked the tip of his tongue in it and pushed his stiff cock at the spot where Ellen's ass-cheeks came together.

"Mmmmm, you're nice and stiff," Ellen murmured. "Let's go to bed early tonight."

"Good idea," Bill said.

He released her and sat down at his place at the table. Yes, he thought, I should go to bed early and fuck the hell out of Ellen's ever-ready cunt. Maybe I can fuck Cindy out of my head.

That seemed like the thing to do – until the three of them were eating dinner. Then he ate in silence, amazed by the changes around the house. The girls had Samson between them and they kept feeding him tidbits from their plates and saying sweet nothings to him as if he were a baby – or a very special pet!