My Sister, Mary {Redman} {MFF inc}
(c) November 2000
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My Sister, Mary
by Redman


I lay back on the bed, watching my semen begin to 
slowly ooze out of Sheila's beautiful vagina. She 
opened her arms, drawing my sister Mary into her 
embrace. They kissed passionately, until Sheila 
attempted to rub her sperm-laden pussy all over Mary. 
Being a lesbian, Mary naturally found Sheila's actions 
distasteful.

Once again I marveled at Sheila's ability to 
manipulate us both into doing what we wouldn't 
normally do ourselves. Certainly she was beautiful, 
intelligent and sensuous. Either one of us would have 
been more than happy to accommodate her wishes. But 
Sheila's perverse pleasure was in getting us to do 
something that we wouldn't normally do ourselves.

With me, it was easy. As a man I had always wanted to 
be with two women. That wouldn't change just because 
one of the women happened to be my sister. I had 
always been intrigued with Mary, especially after she 
told me she was a lesbian. She and I had been close 
all our lives. We talked about everything. I knew 
about her sexual preference years before she announced 
the fact to Mom and Dad. Neither one of us had settled 
down with a partner, so we comfortably shared an 
apartment together. Besides being my sister, Mary was 
my best friend.

But Mary knew I was curious, like any heterosexual 
male, about the ways of women who love women. I asked 
her incessant questions, especially at first. Some she 
would answer, some she would not. 

So it was easy for Sheila to bend me to her will. The 
only thing that would have prevented it was Mary 
herself. Even more than my innate incestuous interest 
in my sister, I truly loved her and wanted her to be 
happy. If Mary had not begged me to join her and 
Sheila, I never would have imposed myself on their 
relationship.

But Mary was smitten with Sheila; was head-over-heels 
in lust with her from first sight. Mary and I had 
attended a party together and we both met Sheila 
there. I had hit on her first. She was attractive, 
single and easily approachable. She had seemed 
interested, but non-committal. She flirted back, 
giving as good as she got, but then made it clear she 
wanted to mingle and see what other opportunities were 
available.

So it surprised me to see her in a quiet corner later 
with Mary. Even before I had a chance to ask what was 
going on, I could see that Mary was taken with her.

Mary is a plain girl. I loved her, but if she had been 
straight and not my sister, I wouldn't have hit on 
her. Sheila, on the other hand, was gorgeous. I think 
Mary was surprised that such a beautiful girl would be 
interested in her. When Sheila caught my eye over 
Mary's shoulder and winked at me, I knew she was going 
to be bad news. Sure enough, she lived up to the 
premonition.

Sheila wanted to date us both. At first it was 
separately. She was a fun, sexy date. After dinner and 
dancing, we necked like teenagers in my car in front 
of her house. She let me finger her to orgasm and then 
she pushed me up against the car door and gave me a 
fast, very effective blowjob. As she wiped her mouth 
off with the back of her hand, she told me she looked 
forward to our next date. She kissed me goodnight, 
making sure I received a little taste of my own semen 
on her tongue.

Two nights later she went out with Mary. We never 
officially compared notes, but when Sheila dropped her 
off, Mary came in with her clothes and hair 
disheveled. She was flushed and out of breath and I 
had the distinct impression that she had just been in 
the throes of orgasm. Mary quickly went into her own 
room, ashamed to let me see her.

After dinner on our second date, Sheila insisted on 
going back to my place. That was fine with me, since I 
knew that Mary was working late that night. At first 
Sheila seemed disappointed when Mary wasn't there, but 
we ended up in bed anyway. Sheila was an amazing lover 
and the more we experimented, the more amazing she 
became. There was a point at which she became even 
more vocal -- even more enthusiastic -- in our 
lovemaking. I was so distracted that I didn't learn 
until later that it coincided to the same time as when 
Mary arrived home from work.

Apparently though, things did not go so well on Mary's 
next date with her. Mary wouldn't tell me what the 
problem was, but there had been some quarrel. Sheila 
wouldn't return Mary's phone calls or mine. After a 
week passed, I began to lose interest. Sheila was 
wonderful, but I had experienced her fully, or so I 
imagined. I didn't particularly care for the way she 
treated us both, especially Mary. 

That's why it surprised me when I came home one 
afternoon to hear Sheila in Mary's room. They were 
obviously making love. Sheila's loud moans and wails 
could easily be heard from the next room. My 
imagination was inflamed. I knew what I had done to 
work Sheila up to such a fevered pitch. I wondered if 
Mary was doing similar things.

Somehow they must have heard me even though I tried to 
be silent. They grew suddenly quiet. I started to 
leave, to give them the privacy their lovemaking 
deserved. Looking back on it, I wish I had left.

Mary came out in a terry cloth bathrobe. She made 
nervous chitchat for a few moments and then blurted 
out her odd request. 

"Tommy, would you like to join us? Sheila wants you to 
join us. Please . . ."

"Are you serious, Mary? I mean . . . I'm your brother. 
I've never even seen you naked."

Mary came real close to me and, with tears in her 
eyes, whispered, "I love her, Tommy. It wouldn't be 
you and me together. It's just that we would both take 
turns . . . with her. I don't like the idea of you 
watching me and I don't like the idea of me watching 
you. But, it's what Sheila wants. And Tommy, I want 
Sheila! No matter what it takes, Tommy! I want 
Sheila!"

She started to sob a bit, so I hugged her as her 
brother and her best friend. I knew what it was like 
to be in love. Hadn't Mary helped me through my own 
schoolboy crushes and obsessions? Hadn't Mary always 
been there for me?

"Sheila's bad news, Mary," I whispered to my sister, 
holding her tight. "She's only gonna break your heart. 
You know that?"

"Maybe so, Tommy," my sister sniveled, "but I have to 
try. I have to!"

So I joined them, against my better judgement. I wish 
I had been stronger for Mary's sake, but a part of me 
wanted it, too. I wonder who's to blame more: Sheila 
for demanding it of Mary or me for going along with 
it?

It was the most erotic, beautiful thing I've ever 
experienced. Sheila was propped up on the bed against 
the headboard. The lights were off, but four candles 
around the room illuminated the women and the bed 
enough for me to see everything. They were a study in 
contrast: Sheila, lean, naked and gorgeous: Mary, 
stocky, bundled in her robe, unsure of herself and a 
bit unattractive. 

My sister crawled on the bed with her lover -- with 
our lover -- and they began to kiss. She moved her 
hands over that lovely body as Sheila lay back and 
looked into my eyes. Sheila was blonde and her breasts 
were heavy, tipped with hard, prominent nipples. 
Mary's hands found them and she began to rhythmically 
rub them as they kissed. Sheila's hands went inside 
Mary's robe and slowly, inch by inch, she began to 
pull it off my sister.

Mary was moaning as Sheila's hands obviously found her 
breasts. Sheila whispered something in her ear. At 
first Mary shook her head, but the blonde's legs came 
around her in an embrace and Sheila nibbled at her 
ears as Mary squirmed. Soon, with a little more 
coaxing, Mary began to remove her arms from the 
sleeves of the bathrobe. From the gleam in Sheila's 
eyes, she was enjoying stripping Mary in front of me. 
I was no better though; my erection was already hard 
and throbbing in my pants.

When Mary's arms were out of the robe, Sheila began to 
push her down between her legs. Mary kissed her as she 
moved south, making love to Sheila's breasts and 
belly. As she went down, Sheila pulled more and more 
of the robe from my sister's body. I first saw the 
backs of Mary's knees, then her thighs and eventually 
her bare bottom. It wasn't the prettiest bottom I had 
ever seen; certainly not comparable with Sheila's; but 
it was perhaps the most erotic. 

After I had gazed on it for quite a while, with all 
the flourish of a stage magician, Sheila whisked away 
my sister's robe and, there before my eyes, was Mary 
worshiping between Sheila's naked thighs. Two naked 
women, loving each other. Or, more honestly, one 
expressing her love and the other accepting it. 
Sheila's eyes were locked on me. Mine kept moving back 
and forth from her beauty to my sister's activity 
between her legs.

Mary knew how to please her or else the erotic tension 
of the situation was enough to get Sheila off quickly. 
In moments, the blonde was thrusting herself back into 
my sister's face. I saw Mary put a hand underneath her 
and she began to use her fingers as well as her mouth 
to stimulate her love. Mary's small, pointy nipples 
swayed underneath her to the rhythm of their movements 
together. I watched them jiggle on her chest and felt 
ashamed that my sister's body stimulated me so.

Sheila suddenly began to climax. Her thighs clenched 
at Mary's head, her hands pushed Mary's face down 
towards her center. She bucked and moaned loudly as 
the spasms of orgasm racked her body.

When Sheila's thighs finally released her, Mary looked 
up at me hesitantly. Her face was shiny in the 
candlelight, slick with Sheila's juices. I wanted to 
lick and kiss her face, but Sheila beat me to it. As 
Sheila kissed and fondled her, Mary watched me, 
embarrassed by her own arousal in the blonde's arms. 
Soon, Sheila had effectively swapped places with Mary. 
It was her between my sister's thighs; it was Mary 
laid out on the bed as a banquet. As Sheila began to 
tongue her, the blonde's hands reached behind herself 
and spread her asscheeks and vagina out in an 
invitation for me to enter her.

I didn't need any more encouragement. Much to Mary's 
further embarrassment I quickly stripped and 
positioned myself behind Sheila. She was so wet to 
look at, so warm when I entered her. She bore down on 
my cock with her vaginal muscles, flexing her velvet 
glove around my shaft. I drove into her, pushing her 
down more forcefully onto my sister. I could see 
Mary's anguish and her arousal, both mixed in her face 
-- the face I loved and cared about. But, more than 
anything else, I could see Sheila opening before me, 
accepting me deeper and deeper. 

Soon, it wouldn't have mattered if there had been a 
hundred lesbian sisters present. All I could think of 
was Sheila's wonderful wetness around me. I held on 
fast to her hips and hammered into her. Her grunts and 
mine mixed with the moans of Mary's impending climax. 
I watched, mesmerized as Mary's breasts bounced in 
tight little circles on her chest. When I exploded 
into Sheila, it was almost as though I exploded into 
my sister, by proxy. Over Sheila's shoulder, I saw us 
both achieve orgasm at the same time, climaxing 
together on either end of the blonde.

And that's when I lay back on the bed, watching my 
semen begin to slowly ooze out of Sheila's beautiful, 
well-fucked vagina. She opened her arms, drawing my 
sister Mary into her embrace. They kissed 
passionately, until Sheila attempted to rub her sperm-
laden pussy all over Mary's brown pubic thatch. Mary 
squirmed beneath her. Sheila, undaunted, rose up over 
her, positioning her crotch above Mary's mouth. With 
the greatest reluctance, Mary began to lick my semen 
out of her lover's vagina.

That's the way it went, night after night. Sheila used 
me to humiliate and degrade Mary. Every time I pleaded 
with Mary to stop her, my sister would beg me to 
cooperate. Her infatuation with the blonde temptress 
was so great that she was willing to lower herself to 
any level to please the girl. As much as I wanted to 
keep from responding, as much as I wanted to hold back 
for Mary's sake, I found myself mounting Sheila. I 
found myself filling her with my semen every night. 
Filling her vagina, filling her mouth, ejaculating on 
her face, her belly or her breasts.  Then I watched, 
fascinated as Mary was asked repeatedly to clean her 
up.

Finally, even these perversions were not enough to 
satisfy Sheila.

She was on top of Mary, kissing her and fondling her 
breasts. Their pussies were rubbing against one 
another, Mary's brown humping back against Sheila's 
blond. Sheila had been teasing her unmercifully, 
building her up almost to the point of orgasm and then 
stopping.

Then, unexpectedly, Sheila rolled off of her and 
looked me fiercely in the eye.

"Fuck her!" she demanded of me.

I was completely taken aback . . . completely 
surprised. Mary looked equally stunned. I had never, 
in all our time, even touched Mary. Certainly I had 
looked at her. I had lusted after her. I had 
ejaculated into and onto Sheila while fantasizing it 
was Mary, but never anything more.

Sheila leaned down and whispered something into Mary's 
ear, probably some dire threat. Mary looked at me in 
anguish. I should have left immediately. I should have 
been strong for both of us. Instead, I let Sheila 
convince Mary, let her bully Mary into doing her will.

"Do it, Tommy," Mary whispered almost breathlessly. 

Still I hesitated. Finally Mary began to beg me. But 
it wasn't the begging that convinced me. I realized 
even as I approached her that that was only the 
pretense. From the moment that Sheila had said it, I 
was going to do it. I was going to violate my sister, 
probably even if she hadn't agreed. At least in my 
mind I could always say Mary begged me. In my heart, I 
know it wouldn't have made any difference.

Even then, I was not unkind. Mary was no virgin. She 
and her lovers had used dildos and phalluses. But I 
was the first man between her legs. I was the first 
man to spread her out and enter her slowly. I was the 
first man to bury himself into her tight, wet vagina. 
I was the first man to make love to her.

And it was making love. At least, on my part, I know 
it was. I did love Mary . . . I do love Mary. I wish I 
was stronger and had not done what I did; but having 
committed myself to this course, I was as gentle and 
sweet and kind to her as I have ever been to any 
woman. I held her in my arms and I rocked into her 
gently, trying to feel some movement, some response 
from my sister.

She was crying softly. I kissed her eyes and her 
tears, first as a friend, then as her brother, then as 
a man who was making love to her. Mary stopped crying. 
She slowly began to move beneath me, tentatively, in 
awkward, unpracticed movements. As I gently explored 
her depths, she returned my kisses and her hips began 
to rock ever so slightly.

I held Mary's head between my hands and looked into 
those warm, deep brown eyes. At first there was only 
shame and hurt, but as we moved together, I began to 
catch a sense of something else in her eyes, something 
softer and more vulnerable.

"Do you remember when I asked you to marry me, Mary?" 
I asked in moan-like whispers between my thrusts.

Mary's back arched ever so slightly and I saw her eyes 
roll back in their sockets just a bit as a wave of 
pleasure when through her. It caused me to bear down, 
to drive into her a little bit more.

"You were six, Tommy," Mary finally responded. Her 
voice sounded like a hoarse croak. As she said my 
name, her legs came up around me and embraced me. Her 
heels began to dig into my backside, encouragingly.

"But I loved you, Mary. I've always loved you," I 
groaned, moving closer and closer to my climax.

"Then show me," Mary whispered in my ear. She said it 
so softly I could have almost imagined it.

Her response was more than I could take. Without 
thought of the consequences, my body tightened like a 
spring and then released in orgasm. As the first spurt 
of my semen entered her, I realized that Mary had 
never used birth control -- had never needed it. My 
seed was the first to land on her fertile soil. It 
should have given me pause. At that moment, it made 
the sensation all the sweeter.

Mary's legs were still around me, her arms still 
holding me tight. She whispered into my ear, coaxing 
my ejaculate from me . . . coaxing me to fill her . . . 
coaxing me to finish.

When I had done, I raised up from her and looked down 
on the sister I had violated with my love. She gave me 
a sweet, sad smile of forgiveness. In the candlelight 
after our lovemaking, I didn't notice her plainness 
anymore. Mary was suddenly beautiful to me.

We both looked over at Sheila at the same time. She 
was scratching herself obscenely between her legs, 
trying to get herself off. Mary looked at her with 
disgust. Somehow the spell had been broken.

Mary and I looked back at each other. A wave of 
understanding passed between us. Whether it was the 
understanding of siblings or of lovers, I'm not sure. 
Perhaps it was both.

We both seemed to mouth the words at the same time.

"She's bad news!"

"Get out of here, Sheila," Mary said, suddenly finding 
a voice for her resentment of the humiliation the 
blonde had put her through. "Get your things and get 
out of here. I don't want to see you ever again."

Sheila stared back, mid-stroke, unbelieving. She 
looked at me. I responded by tossing her skirt to her. 
Before I handed her expensive silk blouse back, I 
wiped my wet, sticky genitals off with it. 

After she had left in a huff, Mary and I were in the 
living room. Both of us were in our robes, trying to 
survey the damage done to our relationship and to our 
fragile egos. She began to weep and after a while she 
let me hold her while she sobbed on her brother's 
shoulder quietly.

After she had cried herself out, she looked at me 
defiantly.

"I'm still a lesbian, you know."

"I know, Mary. I'm sorry I took advantage of you. I 
knew that girl was trouble from the very beginning."

"I know. You tried to tell me, Tommy."

"Sometimes it's hard when you're in love."

"Tell me about it," Mary hissed. Then, looking at me 
sideways with an accusatory glare, she reaffirmed, 
"I'm still a lesbian, you know."

"I know, Mary. Nothing we did changes that."

"Still, it wasn't terrible," Mary whispered softly. 
"If you asked me nicely sometime, I'd think about 
doing it again."