Michael Smith: Siblings

All this was spread through our long evening hours together during that first week, and by Friday Connie knew more about the two of us than any "outsider" ever had, including our late parents. Alex and I also knew, without having to ask, that Connie would unburden herself to us, as well, when she thought herself ready. But not tomorrow; Saturday was to be time-out for fun and games.

There was very little clothing to put in the wash by Saturday night -mostly bed sheets. Connie wore a short woollen pullover when she got chilly, which kept her upper body warm enough but also emphasized her firm, bare ass and her small, triangular pubic patch. Alex achieved the same effect with a cropped tee-shirt. Being a warm-blooded creature, I simply remained naked and enjoyed the peek-a-boo scenery… when I wasn't occupied in rearranging it.

We had fruit for breakfast,… with extra juice. We found that Alex's pussy would accommodate twelve grapes, while Connie could hold only nine. Tasty, too. And watching a peeled banana moving slowly in and out of Connie's cunt did wonders for my appetite. But I had to take the girls' word for it that a cock tasted better with smooth peanut butter than with chunky. We knew such games were pretty silly – but what did we care? Anyway, it was at that point that we reached a level of genuine three-way participation.

I lay sprawled on the floor with my head cushioned in Connie's lap while Alex licked the last of the peanut butter from my cock. I loved the satiny feel of Connie's skin. I wondered if it was an "Asian" thing. Alex's thighs were also soft and smoothly muscular, and I had always loved stroking and kissing them, but the texture was somehow different.

I turned my head and kissed Connie's flat belly. Her fingers, which had been exploring my eyebrows, moved to touch my lips; I kissed them, too. Having begun, I decided to kiss her all over.

Curling my arm back around her hips, I shifted onto my side so my tongue could reach toward the secret part of her. I explored her short pubic hair with my mouth; like the cascades that framed her face, it was absolutely black, and absolutely straight, and absolutely beautiful. And it felt so very soft under my lips. Connie wrapped an arm protectively around my head and sighed.

Alex had paused in her ministrations when I moved my hips. Now she pushed my knee up out of her way, moved my balls forward with her nose, and buried her face in my crotch, licking and nibbling that nameless region between my genitals and my anus. Which led me, in turn, to urge Connie over onto her side so I could crawl face-first up into her pussy. The scent of sex she was already beginning to produce was delicious. (I've never understood why women wear perfume for the presumed benefit of their men when a woman's natural aroma can be so intoxicating.)

I carefully traced the folds of her cunt lips with my tongue and watched as the tiny muscles around them flickered. She had hooked an elbow behind her knee to give me full access to her – no effort at all for someone as trim and athletic as she was.

Then Connie's pelvis jiggled about and Alex simultaneously paused in her nibbling. I peered out to see what was happening and found the three links of our bodies closing into an unbroken chain. Connie was moving up Alex's legs practically hand over hand and my sister was doing her best to help. In a moment, all three of us lay in a much closer circle, each with one knee propped in the air and a head burrowing eagerly between a twitching pair of thighs.

Alex moaned softly and stretched as Connie's pointed tongue entered her cunt; it had been several years, I thought, since any tongue but mine had explored that passage. My sister began to suck at my balls, which was a sensation always guaranteed to stiffen every hair and organ on my body. I gently pushed back the cocoa-tinted sheath at the peak of Connie's cunt and sucked noisily at her protruding clitoris. The energy we were creating ran round and round the circle, gaining amperage with each lap.

My hands were squeezing and caressing her firm little bottom and I remembered something else from our night in San Diego. I left her clit (which brought a small, muffled protest) and blazed a trail with the flat of my tongue back toward the brown pucker that encircled her asshole. A few seconds later, my sister's tongue followed the same route back between my legs to the edge of my rectum. It couldn't be a coincidence: I was sure Connie's tongue was rimming Alex's hole as well.

Around the ring of corrugated muscle I went, zeroing in on my target. This was an oral variation Alex and I seldom got around to, and the sensation was not only unusual but sublimely erotic.

We were synchronized, now, like torpedo bombers over a trio of hidden submarines. Our tongues moved faster and faster and then, all at the same moment, plunged into the depths beyond the rim. My cock was rigid and straining but I was already beyond the point of mere orgasm. The strong thrust of my sister's tongue into my ass seemed blurrily to be the result of my own assault on Connie. I hoped the girls were experiencing something similarly marvelous.

Instead of just darting in and out of that beautiful opening, I continued to probe with my tongue as deeply as I could, which surprised me in a dim sort of way. This sort of thing was right on the esthetic edge of what I would ordinarily be willing to do, but I was aware only of the intense sexual pleasure I was giving Connie and receiving from Alex, and I didn't want it to end. Alex's tongue continued to writhe madly in my ass, too, so I assumed Connie was doing the same service for her. The spark of electricity jumped from each of us to the next, tripling our shared ecstasy.

When we finally collapsed, I hugged Connie's hips tightly and kissed the vee just below her breastbone. Alex held my aching penis and rubbed it against her face until my climax broke through and fountained semen across her flushed breasts. And I could see Connie's hands sliding shakily up and down my sister's thighs. It was a long time before any of us was able to change position. Or wanted to.

After we recovered and were able to stand upright without assistance, I excused myself for a bathroom break. My lower body was in turmoil and I ended up hunkered on the can for half an hour. When I emerged, feeling several pounds lighter but much steadier, I followed the sound of low feminine voices to the kitchen. It didn't sound like an ordinary conversation so I peered through the crack between the door and the frame before entering; I didn't want to interrupt anything unnecessarily.

Alex was sitting on one of the straight, ladder-back wooden kitchen chairs, feet flat on the floor, knees spread. Connie sat astride her lap facing her, legs dangling behind the chair. Her arms were draped loosely about my sister's neck while Alex's hands stroked her hips. Their voices had dropped to a murmuring chord and I wasn't sure whether they were speaking actual words or only exchanging the meaningless cooing sounds lovers make.

Connie leaned slowly forward and licked lightly at Alex's upturned face, finally fastening on her mouth. My sister made long stroking passes with her hands, moving from the smaller girl's shoulderblades to the out-thrust curve of her perfect ass. I simply stood and watched, spellbound. They were beautiful, very sensual women, and I had an intensely personal interest in both of them. Watching them make slow love, I felt like a privileged audience of one rather than a peeper.

I considered joining them but quickly decided against it. I'd had Alex's caring and love all to myself most of my life, and Connie and I had shared that memorable night in San Diego without my sister's presence. It was only fair that they have as much time together as they needed, just for themselves.