Michael Smith - Siblings

Their kiss ended very gradually as Connie hooked her heels on the chair rungs and lifted herself up until her shimmering breasts were level with Alex's eager mouth. My sister cupped those shallow globes in her hands and flicked her tongue around first one nipple and then the other. Then she picked one as her favorite and began milking it with her lips.

Watching, I felt a "ghost" tingle in my own functionless nipples; Alex had given me that same treatment on occasion and I knew quite well the mini-spasms it caused. Multiply that by all the nerve endings in a woman's breasts, I thought, and it was a wonder Connie wasn't creaming all over Alex's stomach.

Actually, Connie had arched her neck back and was pulling Alex's face against her body with both hands. She was also balanced on the chair rungs with her knees half-bent; her legs trembled visibly and her ass muscles clenched and moved with the tension.

Eventually, even Connie's physical stamina gave out and she settled with a plop on Alex's thighs. Her nipples, which I had*never* seen in a fully relaxed state, seemed to have extended another half-inch. The two girls embraced feverishly, hands moving everywhere, kissing whatever they could reach. Even Connie's little-girl toes were wiggling and I thought I heard her whisper "Oh, God…!"

My benign voyeurism had pumped up my cock as stiff as a post. I didn't want to waste such a rousing hard-on by masturbating but I couldn't stand my present condition much longer. I was on the point of opening the kitchen door and fastening myself to the first female who came within reach, when the two girls hopped up from the chair and hurried up the back stairs toward the bedroom, hand in hand.

I stepped into the vacant kitchen and inhaled the estrogen fog; the room smelled like a cathouse, pheromones all over the place. I could no more resist following my two lovelies up to the bedroom than I could resist breathing.

When I got there, Alex was already on her back on the bed with Connie in a '69' position above her. My sister could barely reach the smaller girl's crotch, but by propping up her head on both pillows she had managed it. Her fingers were spreading Connie's soft folds. It was difficult to see what Connie's lowered head was doing, behind that veil of hair.

I settled as quietly as I could in the old overstuffed chair in the corner. At least I didn't have any clothing to get rid of. Alex saw the movement from the corner of her eye and smiled in my direction. We locked smokey gazes and she raised an inquiring eyebrow. Did I want to join in? I blew her a little kiss and shook my head. I would watch for awhile and that was all right with her, too. My cock was still stiff and I took a grip on it where my sister could see. She grinned and returned her attentions to her present partner.

Connie's hands were busy now, and I guessed she was parting the folds of flesh, clearing the way to her own target. Her head moved lower and Alex's toes curled. Not to be left behind, Alex lifted her head a bit and began plowing her tongue up and down the length of Connie's gleaming cunt. Connie pushed her crotch as low and as far back as she could without losing mouth contact herself. In seconds, both women sounded like they were slurping hot cocoa, sucking and licking and moaning, as clouds of steam seemed to rise from each end of this two-headed beast.

My reaction was as spectacular as it was predictable. I was getting a cramp in my arm muscle from jerking myself off so energetically. I didn't want to come yet – in fact, I was forming a plan for that. I watched the two heated bodies squirming on the bed and fought to maintain my own control.

The time came, though, as the girls were reaching a fever pitch, when I knew it was now or never for me: Move-it-or-lose-it-time. I got up, cock still in hand, and moved closer. Alex had had an orgasm, I thought (though you can't always tell with a woman, even when you know her*very* well), and was doing her best to bring Connie off along with her. Neither of them had any special lesbian inclinations – they were individuals making love – and I was a little surprised they had reached such a level of expertise so easily. (On the other hand, what did I know? Perhaps women are simply more subtle and articulate lovers than men, by birth.)

I stood at the foot of the bed, behind my sister's head, and she paused and reached back to stroke my leg. I climbed onto the mattress, knees on either side of Alex's head – and Connie's calves – and ran my hands gently over Connie's back to get her attention.

"Connie, love, I have something here that's badly in need of a home…"

She raised her head enough to murmur "Do it! I'm not used to this; I think I need it, too!" She wiggled her ass a little for emphasis. I held her hips and urged her back toward me; I didn't want to topple over and crush them both. Connie bent her knees more, laid her cheek against Alex's belly, and gripped the backs of her thighs.

As I stropped my cock on the margins of that little brown cunt, I felt Alex's lips nibbling at my balls – an extra added attraction. Then I slid into Connie's warm, juicy vagina and her spine straightened. I tried to move slowly but it was a struggle. Alex had propped up her head again and was slurping in my scrotum while her hands roamed over my legs, my hips, my ass. The physical feedback was electric.

It didn't take long for either Connie or I to reach the brink of orgasm, but it wasn't like we had launched ourselves from a standing start. I held her hips more tightly as I jerked once, then twice. Connie was gasping for breath as she climaxed. It was a wonderful feeling but I quickly found it wasn't quite over.

I became aware that Alex had worked her hand up between my groin and Connie's ass and was trying to get her fingers around my cock as I pulled back for another ejaculation.

"No – gimme… I want it, too! Please, Michael!" The vehemence of her demand made my cock twitch. So I left Connie's luscious cunt and my loving sister pulled my sticky cock down and engulfed it with her mouth. It was already hypersensitive and her tongue swirling around the head made all the nearby nerve endings jitter wildly. I hadn't finished emptying my balls and Alex saw to it that not a drop of my semen was wasted, swallowing rapidly as it jetted against the back of her throat. Then she flicked the tip of my cock with her tongue and that released a final torrent. She sounded very pleased with herself.

When Connie coasted down from her orgasm, she crawled off Alex and cuddled up to one side of her; I did the same on the other side and we hugged and kissed and stroked each other in lazy weariness. We passed several hours like that – sated, happy, totally at ease with each other. Toward dusk, we crawled out of bed and made our way, arms around each other, to the bathroom. After our jubilant orgy we all were badly in need of a shower.

When I was house-hunting, back during that summer before Alex's freshman year, a bathroom with a larger-than-usual shower was high on my list of desirable features. It narrowed the prospects considerably, but our time together under the hot spray was important to us both. A major factor in taking a lease on this mis-located brownstone was that it*was* older than most apartments and houses I had looked at. The bathtub was a claw-footed monster big enough for a mast, a rudder, and a crew of six. The important thing was, it was easily large enough for three people who were on very friendly terms.

Connie arranged the Mickey-and-Minnie vinyl shower curtain and cranked up the hot water while my sister and I readied a stack of thick towels and got out the big sponges. The sides of the tub came up to my knees when I stood on the outside and I had to give little Connie a steadying hand while she climbed in. She flipped the shower lever on and the bathroom instantly filled with clouds of steam; no wonder the wallpaper was peeling at the upper corners of the room.