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 Title: Holly Jolley Christmas


Summary: Sister's bi roomie needs some Xmas cock...  And so does Sis.


Keywords: inc,fic



   I was fruitlessly looking at hotels on my tablet when the text message
came in.  When I heard the alert, I grabbed the phone and saw the message
was from my sister.

   "Mom wants 2 know when ur coming home?" the message read.

   "Not sure.  I'm trying to figure a couple of things out," I typed in
response.  A moment after I hit send, my phone started ringing.  It was my
sister again.  She didn't even give me a chance to say anything.

   "You text too slow," Holly teased.

   "Pardon me for spelling, Sissy."

   I could almost see her rolling her eyes when she groaned.  "What do you
mean you're not sure?  Classes are out for Christmas.  You get in the car
and drive.  If you don't remember the way, use the GPS on your phone."

   "Ha, ha.  I'm trying to find a hotel or a friend I can crash with."

   "I thought you were going to stay at the house?"

   "That's what Mom expected me to do.  I really don't want to be stuck
there with everybody.  Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Ellie, our cousins...  A day,
maybe two -- fine.  I'd lose my mind if I had to stay there a week."

   "Good point," Holly admitted.  "There's no way you're finding a hotel
last minute like this."

   "Yeah, I've come to that conclusion," I said, and then sighed.

   "Well, easy enough.  You come stay with me."

   I'd almost forgotten that she'd moved into a mobile home with a friend a
couple of months earlier.  "Sleeping on a couch for a week doesn't sound
any better."

   "You wouldn't be on the couch.  Gawd.  There was a full size bed in the
front bedroom when we moved in.  We both have our own beds, so we moved
that one to the room in the middle.  It takes up most of the room, and
we'll have to clean the boxes off it, but it's a bed."

   Technically, that solved my problem.  It presented a whole host of new
ones, though.  "You just moved--"

   "Nope.  No excuses.  You're staying here, and that's final."

   I broke out into an evil smile and said, "Wow.  Aren't you a little
young to be doing a perfect imitation of Mom?"

   "Fuck you."

   "Yeah, that definitely didn't sound like Mom."

   Holly asked, "So, can I let Mom know you're on the way, and that you're
staying here?"

   It was my best option, as fraught with potential disaster as it was.  I
blew out a long, slow breath and then answered, "I'll throw some stuff in a
bag and head that way."

   "I'll text you directions once I get off the phone with Mom.  See you
soon.  Bye."

   "Bye," I said, and then ended the call.  After that, I muttered, "Oh
boy," and turned my attention to packing.

   ****

   I was surprised when I pulled up in front of the place.  It's a mobile
home.  The first thing you think is trailer trash.  It looked fairly nice
from curbside.  The walk and stairs were shoveled.  There were flowers in
the windows.  If I didn't know it was a double-wide trailer, I might not
have guessed that it was.  I recognized my sister's car, so I knew I was at
the right place.

   Bag in hand, I headed down the walk between the snow banks, and then up
the stairs.  Before I could knock, my sister opened the door.

   "Come on in," she said, stepping out of the way and gesturing grandly.

   My little sister was growing up.  She had her brunette hair done up, and
she was wearing makeup even though she was sitting around the house.  Her
redheaded roommate Jemma grinned as I stepped in the door.

   Jemma was the first of those fraught with peril things I was worried
about.  She was gorgeous, had great tits, and it was general knowledge that
she was very much bisexual.

   What was also general knowledge -- even though they had never openly
stated it -- was that she was sleeping with my sister.

   Though I'd seen pictures of her and knew of her in general, we'd never
actually been introduced, so Holly took care of that.

   "Jay-Jay, this is my brother, Doug.  Doug, Jemma Jolley."

   The redhead and I both offered a wave and said, "Hi," almost
simultaneously.

   Holly then grabbed my arm and said, "Come on.  I'll show you where your
room is so you can drop your bag."

   As we walked, I told her, "I really need to hit the can."

   "It's right there," she said, pointing at the bathroom door as we passed
it.  She stopped once she passed the next door, and said, "Here you go.  I
wrote the wi-fi password on that notepad."

   The room was small, barely large enough to contain the full-size bed
with room to walk around it.  All I really needed was a bed while I was in
town, so it would work fine.

   I tossed my bag on the bed, turned to Holly, and said, "Be right out."

   "There's spray on the back of the toilet," she informed me as I walked
down the hall to the bathroom.

   That should have been fairly obvious, but when I walked into the
bathroom, I discovered that the information was more valuable than I
anticipated.  Two women living together and sharing a bathroom meant that
almost every available surface was covered in one product or another.  The
shower caddy looked almost dangerous, considering how many bottles were
jammed into it.

   I took a leak, wisely saved myself a tongue-lashing by putting the seat
back down afterwards, and then headed for the front room.

   Holly was holding her phone out, facing me, when I walked in the room.
The text message from our mother was hardly surprising.  I hadn't expected
to have any time to settle in before I was summoned, even though I'd been
home only a month before for Thanksgiving.

   "Well, I guess I'm out," I said, and rolled my eyes.

   The girls both laughed.  Holly picked up a key from the table and handed
it to me.  "The front door," she explained.  "Just in case Mom doesn't let
you out of there until she passes out."

   I knew that was a distinct possibility.

   ****

   As it happened, Mom had to turn in early because she was picking up my
grandparents from the airport in the morning.  That let me pull up at
Holly's place around eight, full of home cooking, and drowsy.

   The last thing I expected to see when I let myself in was Jemma and my
sister drinking beer.  From the looks of them, they'd had a couple, too.

   Holly pointed toward the kitchen and said, "Still some in the fridge if
you want." She must have recognized the surprise in my demeanor, because
she said, "Come on.  It's not as if you weren't drinking when you were
eighteen."

   "Just caught me off-guard," I said, and chuckled.  She was offering, so
I headed to the fridge and grabbed myself a bottle.  There were only three
bottles left in the 12-pack.  Not my brand, but beggars can't be choosers.

   Holly scooted over closer to the redhead and patted the couch cushion
next to her.  "How was it?" she asked.

   I sat down heavily and opened my beer.  "Not as bad as I expected.  Mom
made dumplings."

   Holly made the strangest -- and cutest -- face.  It was a combination of
a pout and a scowl.  "Shoot.  I should have gone with you."

   Jemma laughed and said, "Glad you didn't.  I'd have had to listen to you
hyperventilate about getting fat."

   My sister playfully smacked her roomie, but then admitted, "You're
right."

   "That explains the lite beer," I said, and took another drink.  Then I
stole a joke and said, "Like making love in a canoe."

   Both girls stared at me in confusion.

   I delivered the punch line, "It's fucking close to water."

   Holly groaned, but Jemma busted out into laughter.

   "Well, you could always buy what you like tomorrow, and we'll give it a
try," Holly said.

   "You're trying to get me to buy you beer," I said, figuring out where
she was headed.

   Holly replied, "Guilty," and finished the last of her bottle.  "Are you
going to want another one?" she asked.

   I shook my head.  "Between the driving and dinner, I'm about to pass out
as it is.  Sure you need another one?"

   "Yep," she said in a bubbly voice as she popped up off the couch.  She
glanced at Jemma, and the redhead nodded.  Holly returned with the last two
beers as Jemma polished off the one she'd been drinking.

   Holly brought up the Walking Dead not long after sitting back down, and
we ended up talking about that for quite a while as I nursed my beer.  My
eyes were getting heavier by the moment, culminating in my sister nudging
me when I half nodded off.

   "Think I need to go to bed," I said as I shook off the doze.

   "You think?" Holly asked with laughter in her voice.  "Night."

   "Goodnight," Jemma said.

   I returned, "Night," as I got up from the couch.  A yawn hit me as soon
as I stood, and then another as I walked down the hall.  I closed the door
behind me, plugged in my phone, stripped down to my underwear, and turned
out the light.

   I was exhausted, but when I slipped into bed, I grabbed my phone and
checked my Facebook notifications.  That was my mistake.  There were a
bunch of funny memes in my feed, a couple of sexy selfies from girls at
college, and a hilarious drunken status from one of my friends that
demanded several responses.  He just kept making it worse with every post.
Before I knew it, I glanced at the time and realized it was after midnight.

   "Fuck," I said under my breath before turning off the phone.  I pulled
up the covers and tried to settle into the unfamiliar bed.

   I was somewhere between awake and asleep when I heard it.  At first, it
was just noise keeping me from drifting off.  Ever so slowly, I realized
that what I was hearing was Jemma.  She was giggling, moaning, and
whimpering.

   My eyes shot wide open in the darkness when I realized that the only
explanation for those sounds was sex.  It was coming from the front bedroom
-- my sister's.  The implication of that was impossible to deny.  On the
other end of the trailer, my sister was going down on her roommate.

   Or maybe she's using a dildo, I absently thought.  In my half-awake
state, I could see both possibilities in my mind's eye as clearly as if I
weredreaming them.  It was even more intense because I could hear Jemma's
cries growing louder -- more strained.  I was hard as a rock in no time.

   I clenched my teeth and winced at the uncomfortable sensation of my cock
throbbing within the confines of my underwear.  There was no way I was
jacking off in a borrowed bed at my sister's place -- let alone to the
sounds of her having sex.  Despite that, I strained my ears, listening for
every little whimper I could hear.

   I heard the unmistakable sound of Jemma coming.  There was a brief pause
in the sound, and then I heard Jemma start moaning and groaning again.  Not
long after, she came again -- her voice even louder.

   It didn't end there.  She must have come five times before the sound
from the other end of the trailer died down.  Obviously, Holly was a hell
of a pussy licker.  I lay there with a vision of my sister devouring her
redheaded friend in my head the whole time.

   It wasn't the first time I'd thought of my sister that way, either.

   When quiet finally descended, I pulled the pillow over my head and tried
not to think about it.  I don't know how long it took me to drift off, but
the last I remembered, I was still as hard as a steel bar.

   ****

   I came to slowly the next morning, again hearing a sound that was dim
and unidentifiable at first.  As the sleep fog cleared, I realized it was
the shower running.  The room I was in shared a wall with the bathroom, so
I could not only hear the water falling into the tub, but the faint hum of
the pipes as well.

   Which meant that either Jemma or my sister was naked only a foot or so
away from me.

   I already had morning wood -- though thankfully not the need to pee kind
-- and that realization wasn't causing it to go down.  Quite the opposite.

   The water shut off, and a few seconds later, I heard the door open. 
"What time is it?" my sister called to the front room.

   "Ten after nine," Jemma answered.  "Better wiggle it."

   "Shit, shit, shit," Holly muttered as she closed the door.

   I lay there in the dim light filtering through the curtains -- my cock
throbbing -- and thought, This is going to be a long frikkin' week.

   Holly turned on the blow dryer not long after, and the noise ensured I
wasn't going to go back to sleep any time soon.  I really needed to get up
so I didn't mess up my internal clock too much, anyway.  I'd have to go
back to classes all too soon.

   I sat up and grabbed my phone to check messages.  Ever so slowly, my
erection drooped as I took my mind off the night before and what was
happening on the other side of the wall.  I heard Holly leave the bathroom,
and not long after, the beer caught up with me.

   The last thing I wanted to do was walk out of that room.  I was sure
they'd see the guilt in my face.  Unfortunately, I didn't have much choice.
I got dressed, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

   A glance down the hall didn't reveal anyone.  I walked to the bathroom
and peeked into the front room to find it empty.  Breathing a sigh of
relief, I hurried into the bathroom and did my business.

   My lucky streak ended when I walked out.

   "Good morning," Holly and Jemma said, one after the other.  Holly was
rushing around with a muffin in one hand, gathering up things.  Despite the
hurry, her hair and makeup looked perfect to me.  Jemma was sitting on the
couch in a thin pair of shorts and a tight little top with spaghetti
straps. There's no way she had a bra on under that thing.

   I didn't have a lot of choice at that point, so I said, "Morning," and
headed into the front room.

   My sister snatched up her keys off the counter that separated the
kitchen from the front room and tossed them in her purse.  "I've got to go
to work.  If you're hungry, Jemma can show you where everything is."

   "Okay," I said, and nodded.

   Jemma then asked Holly, "You're sure?"

   My sister nodded to her and said, "Mmm hmm."

   The redhead grinned and said, "Thanks."

   Holly then turned back to me to say, "Gotta go." Before she headed to
the door, she gave me a smile and a look that absolutely screamed, I know
something you don't know.

   I was wondering what the hell that was about when Jemma asked me, "So,
are you hungry?"

   "Not really," I answered, and then shrugged.  Leaning against the
counter, I added, "I ate too much at dinner yesterday, and Mom has already
harangued me into coming over at one for lunch with my grandparents and
everyone else."

   "Good.  One o'clock, huh?"

   "Yeah."

   Jemma stood up, looking incredible in that barely-there outfit she was
wearing.  She walked toward me and said, "Well, if you're not hungry, are
you thirsty?"

   The look she gave me when she said that spoke volumes.  My eyes widened,
but otherwise I stood there in shock as she walked up to me.

   She ran her fingertip down my chest as she said, "It's been like nine
months since I was with a guy, so I asked Holly if I could borrow you. 
She's cool with it, so what do you think?  Wanna fuck?"

   The question Jemma had asked and the look my sister had given me both
made complete sense then.  I didn't need to say anything.  The answer was
in my eyes.  Jemma let out a moan, wrapped her arms around me, and moved in
for a kiss.

   I kissed her hard.  Our tongues wrangled.  Our hands roamed.  I squeezed
her tight little ass and slid my hands up the back of her shirt.  Her hands
glided over my back, tracing the lines of my muscles, and she lifted a leg
to curl it around me.  She caught me off-guard by pulling away from the
kiss in a rush.

   Not that I was complaining when she jerked her top over her head.  Good
god, what incredible tits.  They were big, but not heavy enough to hang
overmuch.  Nice and firm.  I confirmed that when I squeezed them.  They
were all real, too.  She had big areolas, the color barely darker than the
surrounding skin, with just a hint of blush.  Her nipples stood out from
them just the right amount.  Not too big.  Not too small.  A brush of my
thumbs over them confirmed that they were hard.

   She didn't let me enjoy them for very long, though.  Jemma grabbed the
front of my shirt and roughly jerked it out of my pants, then went to work
on the left side.  I took the hint and pulled it over my head, letting it
fall to the floor at our feet.  She pulled me close again, her naked tits
pressed against my bare chest.

   After a few seconds of hungry kisses, she paused long enough to say, "My
room," before crushing her lips to mine again.

   We stutter-stepped down the hall with our arms still wrapped around each
other and our tongues engaged in a serpentine dance.  When we reached her
door, we both ended up blindly fumbling for the knob until she grasped it
and managed to turn it.  She bumped the door open with her hip, causing it
to bang against the wall, and dragged me inside.  A couple of steps later,
we were next to the bed.

   Jemma's lips left mine, and she leaned back far enough to see what she
was doing to unbutton my pants.  As soon as the button came unhooked, she
grabbed the side with the hole and jerked it while she ripped my zipper
down.  The tab had barely hit the bottom before she pushed the denim and my
underwear down over my hips.

   "Oh god, yes," she said in a breathy, sultry voice when she exposed my
cock.

   I had to take over at that point, because she curled her fingers around
my erection and squeezed.  While she moaned and stroked me, I pushed down
on the denim, getting it past my thighs.  As soon as my jeans were around
my knees, she let go of my cock and pushed on my chest with both hands. 
With my legs tied up in the half-dropped pants and the bed behind me acting
as a fulcrum, her push easily sent me flopping onto the mattress.

   Since I hadn't bothered putting on shoes yet, she had little trouble
tearing my jeans the rest of the way off.  She tossed them aside, and the
denim thumped against her dresser.  Before my pants could land with a
second thump on the floor, she crawled in the bed atop me.  She went after
my neck instead of my lips with her kisses -- thankfully not sucking to
leave hickeys.  It was bad enough that my sister knew what was going on,
without there being physical evidence.  Meanwhile, she ground her pussy
against my erection.

   Even though her tits were pressed against me, I wanted more skin on
skin. I wormed my thumbs under the waistband of her shorts and pushed them
down.  All I accomplished was exposing her ass, though.  I didn't have the
right angle or leverage to slip through the cloth that was crushed against
my cock.

   Jemma apparently shared my sentiment, though.  She quickly sat up over
her knees, turned, and then dropped down onto her back.  I was up before
she was down, and between the two of us, we quickly had her shorts and
panties down to her ankles.  She freed one foot, and then kicked her final
garment off the other.

   I dropped down onto my hands atop her, and lowered my lips to those
nipples that had been calling to me since the front room.  Jemma gasped as
I sucked the right one between my lips, and then again as I lowered my cock
to her sex.  I groaned from the feeling of her soft folds and the hint of
warm wetness between.

   She stroked my back and tousled my hair while I sucked her nipples,
moving back and forth between them.  The sound of her moans and the feeling
of her lifting her hips to my cock had me throbbing like mad.

   "You're making me so fucking wet," she said in a rush.  Her fingers
fisted into my hair, she whimpered, and shuddered beneath me.

   There was an easy way to test that.

   I straightened my arms, sucking hard on her nipple until it popped out
of my lips.  Then in a series of quick, continuous motions, I rocked back
onto my knees, pushed hers up and out, dropped prone over the V of her
legs, and dived in.

   She sucked in a high-pitched, stuttering gasp when I locked my lips over
her clit.

   She tasted like heaven.  I sucked and tongued her clit, reveling in the
way she writhed beneath me.  I could see her fingers clawing at the sheets
in my peripheral vision.  Her loud, sharp cries of pleasure echoed back off
the walls.  It wasn't at all lost on me that my sister had been right where
I was only the night before -- licking her roommate's sweet little pussy.

   Still, Jemma had a reminder for me when one of her hands suddenly moved
to the back of my head, pulling my lips tighter against her folds.  In a
voice that bounced around in both volume and pitch, she said, "That
obviously runs in the family."

   A growl rumbled in my throat as I doubled down.

   I had every intention of trying to match my sister's performance from
the night before, but Jemma had other ideas.  Less than a minute later, her
fingers moved to my temple and lifted.  When I didn't relent, she grabbed a
handful of hair and tugged -- not too hard, but hard enough to let me know
she was serious.  I reluctantly lifted my mouth from her folds and looked
up.

   Jemma moaned and said in a breathless voice, "Come here.  Come here."
She held out one hand to the side, and beckoned me by waving the other.

   I took the hint and crawled over her for a kiss.  She kissed back, but
only for a second.  Then she licked her juices off my lips, which made me
groan.  She was tasting her own pussy on my lips, and loving it.

   "As good as I taste," she said, and then kissed me hard.  "And as
incredible as that felt..." She kissed me again.  "I can get that any time.
I need that cock.  Now."

   That was hard to argue with.

   We were in perfect synchronization.  I pushed up to my knees, and she
parted hers wide in invitation.  Once I edged forward into position, curled
my fingers around her leg and pushed down on my erection, she parted her
nether lips wide with the fingers of one hand.

   She lifted her head, watching as the head of my cock settled against her
wet heat.  "Hurry.  Give it to me.  Give it to me," she begged.  Then her
head slammed back into the pillow and she yelped when I slid inside her.

   I growled, "Ah yeah," as her warm, wet pussy wrapped around me.

   Jemma whimpered in rapid succession as inch after inch disappeared
inside her.  Then when my balls settled against her, she groaned, and
muttered, "So deep.  Stay there."

   "Oh, you feel so good," I said as I held myself balls-deep inside her.

   She responded, "So full."

   Her head lolled on the pillow, and her incredible tits rose and fell
with her rapid breaths.  She tickled her clit with the tip of her finger,
and the stimulation caused her already tight pussy to clench rhythmically
around me.  I drank it all in and flexed my muscles to make my cock throb
inside her, which drew out an excited moan.

   Jemma's eyes locked with mine a moment later and she said, "Now fuck
me."

   I kept it slow at first, savoring the feeling of her.  She wasn't
messing around, though.  A second finger joined the first, and it was
rubbing, not tickling her clit.

   "Faster," she demanded only a few strokes in.

   I kicked it up a few notches, and she rewarded me with an approving
whimper.

   "Like that?" I asked.

   She answered, "Yes.  Just like that."

   That tight little eighteen-year-old pussy felt incredible, and she
looked unbelievably sexy playing with herself and squeezing those big tits.
Grunts and groans rose in my throat unbidden, and I had to turn on the
willpower in a hurry.  I usually liked to have a girl well warmed up with
my tongue before sliding inside her.  I didn't have that luxury.

   Her eyes locked with mine and she cried out in time with my thrusts, "Uh
huh.  Give it to me.  Fuck me.  Fuck me."

   I let out a loud growl.  Her talking dirty was yet another push toward
the edge.  I leaned back a little, changing the angle I was penetrating
her, and pulled on my erection.  It was a trick I'd learned some time
before to help keep me from coming, and it was working.  There were limits,
though -- especially when I was buried in such a tight, hot pussy.  It also
tended to stimulate a woman's clit, but Jemma certainly didn't need any
help with that.

   Her fingers were a blur over her hood, and she was breathing fast.  I
could see color rising in her cheeks, and she let out increasingly loud
whimpers every time I drove my cock home.  She began to jerk and squeeze
her breasts even harder.  To my surprise, she seemed to be on the edge of
orgasm.

   She confirmed that suspicion a second later when she let out a yelp,
followed by, "Faster!  Harder!  Almost there!"

   I slammed into her, driving her ass into the mattress and making her
tits bounce.  "You gonna come for me?" I growled.

   "F-fuck y-y-yes!" she wailed.

   I gave her all I had.  Our bodies slapped together with loud reports --
but not nearly as loud as her screams.  Her whole face flushed red.  Her
mouth hung open -- her jaw trembling.  She screamed over and over again,
and then suddenly stopped.  Her eyes widened and the rapidly moving hand
between her legs froze for a few fast heartbeats.

   "Ah, fuck yeah," I spat out when she wailed in release.

   Her back arched up from the bed so high that she was only supported by
the back of her head.  That lasted but for a moment, though.  She
immediately lurched the opposite way, her hair fanning out into a wave. 
I'm fairly sure her chin hit her bouncing tits.

   After that, she was flailing everywhere.  Her hands alternately slapped
into the mattress and fisted the bedclothes.  She latched onto a pillow,
and ended up hurling it off the bed when the next wave of orgasm wracked
her body.  Her walls clamped down on me like a vise, but I fought through
the resistance to keep pounding her.

   Her whimpers and yelps took on a weepy-sounding quality after a few
seconds.  I felt a warning tickle in the head of my cock at almost the
exact same time.  I buried myself in her depths before that tickle got any
more urgent.  Pinned down by my cock, she continued to thrash and come.

   I'd never had a woman come for me so quickly -- or violently.  I was
stunned, delighted, and a little bit worried, all at the same time.  The
worry faded a short while later when her movements calmed down to writhing,
and her screams were replaced by noisy gasps.  It was still nearly a minute
before she was able to catch her breath.

   "Ohmigod," she squeaked once she was able.

   I was grinning hard enough to feel it in my cheeks when I said, "That
was incredible."

   "Uh huh," she agreed, punctuating it with a loosely coordinated nod of
her head.  She stiffened immediately after and cried out when an aftershock
rolled through her.

   "Damn, you come fast."

   The words came out in a rush when she said, "Not that fast."

   Yeah, that was nice for the old ego.

   "You didn't come, did you?" she asked.

   I shook my head and said, "I'm good."

   She chuckled and said, "Yes, you are."

   Another aftershock took control of her, and her right leg continued to
shake even after the spasm ebbed.  She reached out with a hand that wasn't
much steadier, trying to calm down her out-of-control leg.  I grabbed the
errant limb, feeling it tremble, and caressed it with my other hand until
it stilled.

   Jemma let out a long, deep, satisfied moan as she sank back into the
pillow.  Then she beckoned me with a crooked finger.  I sidled over to her,
ready to lean down for a kiss, but she stopped me by pushing a hand against
my chest.  She then waved me forward until she could get her hand behind my
butt to guide me to where she wanted me.

   I groaned loud and long when she took my pussy-slick cock in her mouth.
She licked and sucked me clean, but she didn't seem to be trying for
anything more.

   "You love watching me taste my pussy, don't you?" she asked when I
slipped from her lips after a suck.

   "It's hot as hell," I admitted.

   She tongued me a couple of times, and then said, "I love it.  The only
thing better is when it's someone else's pussy I get to taste."

   "I'd love to watch that."

   A crooked grin spread across her face, and she said, "I'm sure you
would." She then looked at my cock and licked her lips.  "Guess that quick
peek was long enough."

   "Huh?" I asked, confused.

   "You sure you want to know?" She didn't wait for me to answer, and
instead launched straight into the explanation.  "We were drunk one night,
and Holly told me that she accidentally walked in on you jerking off.  She
said it looked like you were hung."

   My ears burned at the reminder of that.  It was easily one of the most
embarrassing things that had ever happened to me, and it was recent.  Holly
had walked in while I was going at it full bore, and I remembered the
wide-eyed look of shock on her face.  She'd quickly muttered an apology and
scurried out of my room.

   That wasn't the end of it, though.  A short while later, I'd ended up
finishing to a fantasy where she didn't leave the room, but instead came
over to replace my hand with her own.

   "Ah, I made you blush.  Sorry," Jemma said, and then giggled.

   I shrugged and grunted dismissively, but it didn't reduce the hot
feeling in my ears any.

   "I'll make it up to you," she said, and then rolled over, rising up to
her hands and knees.

   I didn't need any extra encouragement.  I moved in behind her and
squeezed her taut little ass.

   She looked back over her shoulder and said, "I want you to come inside
me."

   "Oh my god," I growled, and squeezed harder.

   Jemma wiggled her butt and said, "Give it to me."

   I took aim and sighed as I slid inside her.  She was still looking back
at me and moaned while making the sexiest face.  I adjusted my stance once
I was inside her to the hilt.

   "Do it.  Fuck me hard and come in my pussy."

   I knew I was in trouble after only a few fast strokes.  That sweet pussy
and the position eroded my control quickly.  I slipped a hand around her
leg and found her clit, hoping to get her there before I exploded.

   "Come on.  Fuck me.  Fuck me hard," she demanded.

   I slammed into her on the next thrust, rocking her forward, and kept it
up.  As best as I was able, I concentrated on my fingers.  I really wanted
her to come again.  She wasn't making it easy.  Between yelps, cries, and
grunts, she kept up a constant stream of sexy encouragement.

   "Yes.  Give it to me.  I want that cum.  Fuck me.  Fill me up.  Shoot it
deep inside me."

   No woman had ever begged for a load like that.  The hot itch in my cock
spread rapidly, and the coordination of my fingers between her legs faded
just as fast.  I grunted and growled from between tightly clenched teeth --
still utterly determined to make her come.

   Jemma sank down to her elbows and an explosive sound burst from my lips.
The change in angle pushed me even closer to the edge.  The one tiny sliver
of hope was that she took over frigging her clit.

   "Come for me.  I want it.  I want your cum," she cried out.  Her voice
grew louder and jumped an octave when she continued, "Faster.  Harder. 
Fucking come in my pussy."

   I growled like an animal as I rushed toward exactly that conclusion. 
There was no more holding back.  I dug my fingers into her hips and pulled
back every time I slammed forward.  She was going to get what she wanted
any second, and there was nothing I could do about it.

   "Yes!" she screamed over and over again, the pitch jumping all over the
scale.  The urge to come grew torturously intense, and then suddenly went
numb.  It let me go another half a dozen strokes before returning with a
vengeance.

   I buried my cock inside her and roared as I erupted like a volcano.

   Jemma screamed, "Yeah!" The word was long and drawn out, but then she
suddenly gasped, followed by a shriek.  The tiny bit of my brain that
wasn't engulfed in white-hot ecstasy realized that she was coming.

   I bellowed again when her pussy clenched my pulsing cock.  Every
ejaculation was powerful, tickling the slit of my cock, causing my muscles
to stiffen, my fingers to dig into her hips, and my toes to curl.

   As much a squeal as words, Jemma said, "Give it all to me!"

   I did -- long after the well was dry, even.  When my orgasm finally
began to fade, I was leaning over her, limp and gasping for breath.

   Jemma moaned, "Mmmm hmmm," and then weakly chuckled.

   A second later I jerked out of her when she wickedly tightened her
intimate muscles around my sensitive cock.  I sat down heavily, and through
half-lidded eyes, I watched our mingled juices well up from inside her,
meander down her nether lips, and then drip onto the bed.  After that, I
let my head fall and my eyes close.

   I felt the bed shift, and peeked to see that Jemma had rolled onto her
back.  She was sitting up and looking at her pussy.  Then she rolled onto
her side and reached toward the nightstand.

   "Here," she said.

   With no small amount of effort, I looked up to see her holding an Ipad.
I could barely hold the thing up when I took it from her.

   "Take a picture.  I want to see," she said as she lay back down and
spread her legs.

   It was no easy task.  My brain was barely working, and it was doing far
better than my body.  Somehow, I managed to turn on the camera, aim, and
then take a picture of the cum leaking out of her pussy.  When she took the
Ipad back, I lay down and found a blissfully cool spot to lay my head.

   "Oh, wow.  That's a lot.  So hot," she said as she looked at the
picture. "I'll send it to you."

   I just groaned.

   She chuckled, reached between her legs, gathered up a dollop of cum, and
brought it to her smiling lips.  As soon as she put her fingers in her
mouth, I closed my eyes and curled up because my cock screamed in protest
at the sexy display.  Too much, too soon.

   I must have at least partially dozed off, because I started when she
patted my ass.

   "You'd probably better go get in the shower, if you're going to make it
to your Mom's by one," she told me.

   Fuck.

   ****

   Fortunately, the shower and a couple of cups of coffee rejuvenated me.
Jemma gave me a kiss and said goodbye as she headed in for her own shower,
knowing I'd have to leave before she got out.  I tried not to think about
her slurping up my cum not so long before.

   It was just before dinner by the time I got back to my sister's, but it
had been a good visit with everyone.  Grandpa was telling off-color jokes
most of the day.  He pulled me aside at one point and told me that the only
damn thing good about getting old was that once you reached a certain
point, people would let you get away with anything and pass it off as
senility.

   Jemma's car wasn't there, but Holly's was.  I grabbed the twelve-pack of
beer and headed inside.  I'd opted for Icehouse since the microbrew I
usually drank wasn't available in the area.

   The moment I walked in the door, my sister offered a deceptively sweet
smile and asked, "So, how was your day?"

   You could have fried an egg on my face.  Holly doubled over in laughter.
I muttered half-formed curses under my breath and turned, acting as if I
was going to take the beer back out to the car.

   Still laughing, my sister said, "Sorry.  Sorry.  I'll stop.  Don't take
the beer.  I may need one when I get back.  It's my turn to face the family
horde."

   "Yeah, Mom said you were coming over for dinner.  I told her I'd ate too
much at lunch, and I was still worn out from the drive yesterday."

   Holly had a look in her eye as if she was going to say something else
about what had happened with Jemma when I said, worn out, but must have
thought better of it.  Instead, she said, "Jay-Jay's at work, and then
she's supposed to run over to her mom's.  She probably won't be home until
late, and who knows when I'll get back."

   I hefted the beers while walking to the fridge and said, "Think I'll be
fine."

   My face lit back up when I saw that Jemma's top was still lying in the
floor where she'd dropped it, and her bedroom door was wide open.  The bed
was the same rumpled mess it was when I crawled out of it.  I stuck my head
a little farther into the fridge than necessary when I put the beer in to
try to cool it down.  Then I grabbed a bottle and closed the door.

   I turned back toward my sister at just the wrong time.  I had been too
embarrassed to notice how she was dressed when I walked in, but there was
no missing it as she stood in front of the couch with her arms over her
head, stretching.  Her jeans looked as if they'd been painted on, showing
off her butt.  The sweater she was wearing was just as tight, and her tits
absolutely defied anyone not to look at them.

   That beer got cracked open fast and I tilted my head back to drink
before she caught me ogling her.  She headed out a couple of minutes later.

   I drank seven beers by the time she got home.

   When I heard the car pull up, I turned off the television and stood up.
Holly looked just as disturbingly, jaw-dropping sexy as she had when she
left.

   "You going to bed?" she asked when I walked down the hall.

   "Yeah, I had a few, and I'm beat.  Grab a beer if you want one.  Night."

   "Goodnight," she said, sounding disappointed.

   I wasn't really tired.  I just didn't trust myself around my sister with
her dressed that way.  Once I got in bed, I pulled out my tablet, connected
it to the wi-fi, and tested the speed.  Satisfied it was good enough, I got
my earbuds, browsed my digital movies, and brought up Christmas Vacation.
No better way to get yourself in the Christmas spirit.

   After the movie was over, I went ahead and pulled up Facebook on the
larger screen.  There wasn't nearly as much going on that night, so after a
few minutes, I closed it down.  I was finally beginning to feel drowsy.

   Not even a minute later, I heard my sister whimper.

   I peeked out the window, and sure enough, Jemma's car was parked out
front.  She must have come home while I had the earbuds in.  It was barely
after eleven, and the redhead was eating my sister's pussy on the other end
of the trailer.

   I was hard as a steel bar in nothing flat.  Holly must have been keeping
it down at first, because it already sounded as if she was headed for a
crescendo.  Turns out I was right, because I heard her come not long after.
God, how the sound of that made me throb.

   It got quiet again, leaving me lying there in the darkness with my arm
over my eyes and my boxers tented.  I started when I heard the door open,
and quickly jerked the covers over the evidence of my erection.

   Jemma peeked in, and I saw her smile in the faint light coming from the
hall.  She then walked in, letting me see that she was completely naked.

   "Good, you're up.  Are you up for a quickie?" she asked.  She didn't
wait for an answer, but instead, crawled in the bed with me.

   "Holly's just at the other end of the house," I protested.

   The redhead shrugged.  "So?  She knows we're screwing.  What else would
I be doing when I told her I was going to see if you were awake while I was
naked?  Come on.  You know you want me.  I'll be as quiet as I can, if that
makes you feel better."

   She reached between my legs and moaned when she found me hard.  Then she
moved in for a kiss.

   I sucked in a fast breath through my nose when I tasted pussy on her
lips.

   Jemma pulled away and said, "Oops.  Sorry.  I wasn't thinking."

   "It's okay," I muttered.  My cock was throbbing in her grasp to beat the
band.  I could still smell and taste my sister's pussy.

   "I bet I can make you forget about it," she said as she tugged at the
waistband of my boxers.  I was never going to forget it.

   I needed relief, so I lifted my ass.  Jemma made short work of my
underwear, and then straddled my hips.  As promised, she kept her groan
quiet as she sank onto my cock.  She felt just as sensational as she had
the first time.

   "Oh, I love your cock," she whispered while swiveling her hips.

   "I love that pussy," I agreed.  It had double meaning, because I was
talking as much about the taste of my sister's as I was about hers wrapped
around my cock.

   Jemma rode me slowly at first, her body undulating in waves, and almost
inaudible moans humming in her throat.  I reached up for a double handful
of those sweet tits, groaning in accompaniment with her moans.

   Her moans soon grew louder, though still quiet by any standard, let
alone compared to the cacophony earlier in the day.  Her hips worked
faster, and she began to gasp.  She dropped down onto her hands over me,
and I accepted the silent invitation to suck her nipple.

   "Uh huh," she whimpered while I massaged the stiff bud with my lips.

   I only had the opportunity to taste its twin for a few seconds before
she straightened over me again.  She slid a hand slowly down her body, and
let out a gasp, followed by a groan when her fingers found her clit. 
Though it came with a flash of guilt, I imagined my sister sitting behind
her, her breasts pressed against the redhead's back, replacing Jemma's
fingers with her own.

   She moved faster, and began adding a few bounces, increasing the
sensation.  Her sounds of pleasure grew louder as well, but between the
sexy display of her riding my cock and how amazing it felt, I'd more or
less forgotten my concern about Holly hearing us.  Truth to be told, a part
of me wanted her to hear us, and wondered if it was making her wet.

   A loud whimper passed Jemma's lips when her need surged, and she began
truly riding me.  Her ass slapped against my legs.  Her breasts bounced and
quivered from her efforts.  The hot friction of her pussy sliding over my
erection combined with the always-repressed fantasies of my sister to drive
me higher as well.  Her red hair bounced from her motion, sometimes
half-covering her face in the sexiest way.

   "Oh god," she whimpered.  "I'm gonna come.  I'm gonna come."

   "Fuck yeah.  Do it," I said.  I bumped my hips up to meet her when she
slammed down on the next stroke.  The clap of our colliding flesh was loud,
but not nearly as loud as her yelp.

   I was getting close to orgasm, but she was ahead of me.  A few bounces
later, she froze with me buried to the hilt, her mouth open as she
trembled. Then, with a sharp cry, she lurched forward and fell atop me. 
Her breasts were hot against my chest.  I continued to bump my hips up to
her, causing her climax to soar.

   Her voice strained and broken by the throes of ecstasy crashing through
her, she said, "Do it.  Fuck me.  Fill me up."

   I was moving before she finished.  I grabbed her ass tight and jammed my
cock into her climaxing pussy.  She cried out, the sounds becoming more
primal with every thrust.  Her face was a flushed mask of beautiful agony.
It didn't take long for me to erupt inside her with a growling grunt.

   The contractions of her walls around me milked out every drop of cum I'd
built up over the course of the day.  We lay there, still joined and
twitching from the aftershocks for quite some time.  Then Jemma moaned and
rose above me on trembling arms.

   I jerked and made a comical sound when she let me slip free of her.  She
scooted back, and before I could protest, she took my oh-so-slowly
softening cock in her mouth.  Jemma sucked me hard for a few strokes,
cleaning the mingled cream from my cock, making me clench the sheets in my
fists and growl.

   On the final suck, I slipped from her lips with an audible pop.  She
looked up at me, grinned, gave the head a kiss, and said, "Night night."

   A second later, her sexy ass vanished behind the closed door.  I
remember almost nothing after that.

   ****

   The next day was a full one.  Jemma was already gone to a family
gathering by the time I awakened, and Holly was on her way out the door to
work.  Thankfully, my sister had chosen less sexy attire, because once she
got off work, I was around her for the rest of the day at our mother's
house.

   We had lunch, played cards, had dinner, watched A Christmas Story, and
then went on the traditional Christmas light cruise.  Grandma absolutely
dominated the final rounds of euchre when we got back to Mom's house.  It
was around one a.m.  by the time Holly and I returned to the house.  We
each had one beer, helping make room for a new 12-pack, and then hit the
hay.

   I finally had the opportunity to hook up with an old friend who was back
in town the next day, having spent sufficient time at Mom's for her to not
guilt-trip me over it.  We met up with a couple of other friends, goofed
around all day, and then hit the bar that evening.  I was buzzed, but
nowhere near drunk when the cab dropped me off at my sister's place after
midnight.  I was surprised not to see her car there.

   Jemma was sitting on the couch when I walked in, so I asked, "Where's
Holly?"

   The redhead shrugged, picked up her Ipad, and said, "Come here."

   I walked around the coffee table, watching her tap on the Ipad.  She
said, "I dug this off my laptop earlier.  You said you'd love to see me
eating pussy.  So, want to see?"

   "Do I really have to answer that?" I said as I hurried and sat down next
to her.

   She giggled and said, "Nope." I took the Ipad when she handed it to me
and tapped the play button.

   "Ah, damn," I said and chuckled as the video started.  It was shot POV,
showing Jemma going down on a girl with smallish breasts and a shaved
pussy. She was really getting into it, and the sounds I heard coming from
the girl holding the camera indicated she was quite enjoying it.

   Jemma had a hand between my legs almost from the point I started the
video, and she had something to hold onto in short order.  In the video,
she stopped licking and reached for the phone, or whatever they were using
to shoot the video.  The view lurched chaotically for a few seconds, and
then centered back on Jemma.  The redhead was holding the camera off to the
side, showing her in profile as she tongued the pink pussy in front of her.
After a few seconds of that, she turned the view to show a pretty blonde
whose face indicated she was well on the way to orgasm.

   The video ended abruptly when Jemma dropped the device she was holding
to the bed.

   "Fuck, that's hot," I said.

   "I had a pretty good idea that you liked it," Jemma said, giving my cock
an extra hard squeeze.  She then reached for the button on my jeans.

   "Whoa.  What if Holly comes home?" I asked.  We were in full view of the
front door.

   Jemma pouted, but it only lasted a second before turning into a smile.
She grabbed her Ipad, stood, and tugged on the sleeve of my shirt.  I was
right behind her, and halfway down the hall to her bedroom, I laid my hands
on her sexy, swaying, denim-clad butt.  She was fiddling with her Ipad, but
when we reached her door, I could see that the screen was dark because
she'd turned it off.

   The redhead walked over to her nightstand, sat the Ipad down, and then
started popping buttons on her blouse.  I closed the door behind me and
stepped on the heels of my shoes to get them off.  By the time I finished
that, Jemma had shrugged off her blouse and unhooked the clasp of her bra.
I bent down for a mouthful of her nipple the moment she uncovered her
breasts.

   Jemma moaned from my efforts, and unbuttoned her jeans.  I stayed
latched on for a few moments, but then followed her lead.  We stripped in a
flurry of discarded clothing, and then came together in a crushing embrace
and a hungry kiss, followed by falling into the bed.

   "You loved watching me eat pussy, didn't you?" she asked with her lips
almost touching mine.

   "Hell yes," I answered, and then kissed her again.

   "Love to see it for real, and join in, wouldn't you?"

   "You know I would."

   No words passed between us for a few seconds as we kissed, caressed,
fondled, and ground our bodies against each other.

   Jemma broke the silence by saying, "I noticed you weren't all that
bothered when I talked about you eating pussy as well as your sister, or
when I brought up her seeing your cock."

   Alarmed, I pulled back from the kiss and asked, "What?"

   "Come on, you can't fool me," she said, and then wrapped her fingers
around my erection.  "I felt this throbbing when you kissed me the other
night and tasted her pussy on my lips.  I did that on purpose.  God, the
thought of the two of you together makes me so fucking hot.  Mmm...  And
there it is again."

   In a panic, I shook my head and stammered, "Jemma, I..."

   "Just stop," she said.  "It's obvious." She rolled over, grabbed her
Ipad, turned it on, and started the video she must have cued up on the way
to her bedroom.

   All I could do was gape as I beheld the video of her going down on my
sister.  It was shot in Jemma's bedroom, and the device must have been
sitting on her dresser.  It showed the redhead from the neck up, and my
sister in all her glory.  Holly was shaved bare, and she had small nipples
surrounded by equally small, almost perfect circles.  Despite myself, I
drank it all in.

   "You know you want this," Jemma purred.  "Watch me eat your little
sister's sweet pussy." Her hand curled around my cock again.

   I couldn't look away.  Holly was writhing on the bed, obviously well on
the way toward orgasm.  She was moaning and whimpering in full voice, far
louder than she could have been when I heard her a few nights before. 
Jemma was really going at it, letting out hungry growls that had just a
hint of amusement to them.

   "She's almost there," Jemma said, still stroking my cock.  "Watch your
sister come."

   I couldn't hold back the groan rumbling in my throat as I watched my
sister's face grow red, and her back slowly lift up from the mattress.  She
suddenly let out a shriek, and her hands snapped to the back of her
roommates head.  Holly bucked and lurched through her orgasm, screaming
like crazy.

   "Look at her come.  You're throbbing so hard," Jemma said.  "You'd love
to lick her and fuck her, wouldn't you?"

   I swallowed hard and nodded my head, my eyes never leaving the video,
where Holly was beginning to come down from her peak.

   Jemma leaned in closed and whispered into my ear, "I want to hear you
say it.  Say you want to fuck your sister."

   The words left my mouth before I could talk myself out of it.  "I want
to fuck her." The video stopped, and I turned to the redhead to add, "So
bad."

   Jemma excitedly moaned, and a quiver ran through her.  She let go of my
cock and quickly transferred the Ipad to her nightstand.  As soon as it was
in place, she pushed on my chest and said, "Lie down."

   She straddled me before my head even hit the pillow.  I expected her to
sit on my cock, but instead, she knee-walked forward, and lowered her pussy
to my face.

   I wasn't complaining in the slightest.  I slipped my tongue between her
folds with gusto.

   Jemma moaned and said, "You got a little taste the other night.  I bet
you want a better one.  You'd love for your sister to sit on your face like
this, wouldn't you?"

   "Uh huh," I answered around my flicking tongue.

   "Do it for me.  Pretend you're licking your sister's pussy and show me
how hard you would make her come."

   I was already doing that to some degree, to be honest.  I could still
hear Holly's screams of pleasure echoing through my head.  The longer I
tongued Jemma's pussy and sucked her clit, the more my fantasy of Holly
mingled with reality.  I was absolutely devouring the redhead.  The sounds
she was making indicated it was doing the trick.  Every whimper, moan, and
gasp had a twin that was in my sister's voice.

   Jemma ground her pussy into my face as her pleasure mounted.  "Yes. 
Just like that.  Don't stop."

   That was an instruction I had no need for.  I had no intention of
stopping until she made me by pulling her pussy away from my lips.

   When she spoke next, the redhead's voice was higher in pitch,
breathless, and frequently interrupted by sounds of pleasure.  "You know
the other night?" she said, and then yelped.  "When I gave you that sissy
pussy kiss?  And then you filled me full of cum?"

   "Mmm hmm," I moaned with a mouthful of her folds and throbbing clit.

   "When I...  When I left..." The last word turned into a yelp.  "Your
s-sister was right...  Right outside the door.  P-playing with herself."

   My eyes widened and I froze in shock.

   Jemma put her hands behind my head and jerked me into her pussy.  "Don't
stop!" she demanded.

   I was still reeling from the revelation, but it was also merging into my
fantasy.  I dove back in, and the pressure of the redhead's hands eased
off.

   "We...  We went b-back to her room," Jemma said, her voice growing
louder.  "And I s-sat on her face just l-like this.  And she licked u-up
every d-drop of your c-c-cuum!"

   With that, she let out an ear-piercing shriek as she came on my tongue.
The thought of my sister lapping my cum out of her roommate's pussy drove
me crazy, and I translated it into sucking Jemma's clit.  She bucked on my
face, smearing pussy juice all over me, but I grabbed her ass, holding her
in place.  I kept sucking, and she kept coming.

   Finally, when her voice was alternating between hoarse and squeaky, she
lurched away from my mouth and grabbed a fistful of hair at the same time.
That was enough to keep me from trying to get back into her quivering
pussy.

   Jemma sucked in noisy gasps and trembled, her juices dripping onto my
chest and meandering down to my neck.  I put a hand on her butt to caress
it as she spiraled down from her orgasm, but she must have thought I was
trying to get back between her legs, because she jerked on my hair in
warning.

   I wisely moved my hand and watched her breasts jiggle from the
combination of her shaking and heavy breathing.  I could almost see my
sister's tongue swirling through the redhead's pussy, and my cum dribbling
into her mouth.  A hand wrapped around my cock, and I grunted from the
unexpected touch.

   Then I realized that both of Jemma's hands were right in front of me.

   "S-surprise," Jemma stammered, and then tried to chuckle, but it was
quickly cut off by a gasp.

   The redhead slid off my chest and flopped down next to me, revealing a
wide-open door and my naked, blushing sister standing next to the bed, her
arm extended to reach my cock.

   "It's even bigger than I thought it was," Holly said as she climbed into
the bed, never letting go of my erection.  She then looked me in the eyes
and asked, "Is this okay?"

   It was way more than okay, but all I could do was nod.

   Once she was sitting next to me, my sister stroked me a little harder
and faster.  I had a much better view of her than I had in the video.  Her
little nipples were darker than Jemma's.  Though they weren't as big as the
redhead's, her breasts were absolutely breathtaking.

   My sister admired my cock and said, "You're so hard."

   Jemma scooted a little closer.  "Feels good, doesn't it?"

   "Uh huh," I answered, and nodded as well.

   "Don't tell me.  Tell her," Jemma suggested.

   My eyes hadn't left my sexy sister, but I took the suggestion to heart
anyway.  "That feels so good, Holly."

   She smiled at me, and then looked back at my cock.  She let out a
delighted little, "Oh," when she saw a clear drop had welled up from the
tip.  Smoothing back her hair, she leaned down.

   I groaned loud and long when my sister's soft lips caressed me with the
lightest of sucks.

   "Mmm," she moaned, and then licked the lips that had just been wrapped
around me.  She glanced toward her roommate, and something passed between
them.

   A brief flash of disappointment washed over me when her fingers uncurled
from around my erection, but it faded quickly when she crawled over top of
me.

   "Look at the mess Jay-Jay made," Holly cooed.  "Let me clean that up."

   "Oh my fucking god," I said when she leaned down to lap up the smears on
my chest.

   Her hard little nipples were brushing against my skin as her tongue
worked.  She followed the trail of the droplet that had wandered down to my
neck, cleaning that up as well.  Then, she scooted forward.  I wrapped my
arms around her and kissed her passionately when her lips touched mine.

   Jemma remarked, "Your brother is a good kisser, isn't he?"

   Holly paused just long enough to whisper, "Very."

   My hands roamed over my sister's back, exploring her every curve.  I
caressed her butt, traced the muscles in her back, and let my hands glide
over the swell of her firm breasts.  All the while, Holly alternated
between kissing me and gathering up her roommate's wetness from my face.  I
was in heaven.

   Holly gave my cheek one last, broad-tongued lap, and said, "She tastes
so good.  But you know that, don't you?"

   "He has to be dying to play with those boobies," Jemma said.  "Don't be
a tease."

   My sister pushed up above me and gave her breasts a jiggle.  "Do you
want to play with these?"

   "Oh, hell yeah," I said as I reached up to fill my hands with them.

   "They're not too small after having Jay-Jay's?" My sister asked.

   Still squeezing and exploring them, I said, "They're perfect.  I love
them."

   "Show me how much," Holly said in a sultry whisper.

   I put my elbows underneath me and lifted myself up, but she lowered her
tits to me at the same time.  We met in the middle, and then I sank back
down to the pillow with my tongue swirling over her left nipple.  She
rewarded me with a whimper.

   I suckled the stiff point I'd been licking for a moment, and said, "I
love your tits," before moving to its twin.

   My sister moaned and said, "That feels so good.  They were aching the
whole time I was listening to you eat Jay-Jay's pussy."

   Had to do something about that.  I licked, sucked, and flicked her
nipples, regularly switching back and forth.  Holly moaned and whimpered a
sweet song of encouragement for me.  She was lightly rubbing her pussy
against my leg, and I could feel a touch of wetness there.

   The bed shifted, and Jemma gave her roommate a little slap on the ass.
"Switch places so we can share."

   Holly pulled away from my lips, and I scooted out of the way, to the
opposite side of the bed from Jemma.  My sister lay down, and she put a
hand on the back of both of our heads when her roommate and I leaned over
her.  Her back lifted from the mattress and she gasped when two sets of
lips locked over her nipples.

   Holly stroked my hair while I worshiped her breast.  Out of the corner
of my eye, I could see Jemma doing the same.  A chorus of moans arose from
all three of us, occasionally interrupted by a whimper from my sister when
one or the other of us would suck her nipple harder.

   I felt Jemma's hand on my cheek, and moved in for the kiss she was
offering.  When our lips parted, Holly put a hand under my cheek and
tugged.

   "We're supposed to be sharing," she said with a coquettish little grin.

   She probably suspected something more ardent, so she let out a surprised
moan and shivered when I kissed her softly instead.  I lingered for a long
time on her sweet lips before ending with a final peck and moving back to
her breast.

   Jemma was quick to take her turn.  With both her breasts free, I moved
to the nipple slick with the redhead's saliva while teasing the other with
my thumb.  My excitement was beginning to overwhelm me, and I sucked
harder.

   The redhead asked, "Is your brother making you wet?"

   "Yes.  So wet," Holly answered in a high-pitched rush of words.

   I caught a glance of Jemma whispering in my sister's ear, and Holly
gasped at whatever her roommate had said.  I faintly heard what Jemma said
next, which was, "Do it."

   A chill rushed through me when my sister said, "Oh please, Doug, lick my
pussy."

   Without a word passing between us, we moved in perfect coordination. 
Holly parted her legs a few inches, and as I lifted my knee, she moved her
leg under it.  I shifted my other knee, and she pulled hers up and out,
opening herself up to me.

   I dropped down onto my hands and drank in my first good look at Holly's
pussy.  Her lips were thin and smooth, with only a little bumpy texture,
though the hood at the apex was more pronounced.  I could see a glimmer of
wetness between those dainty lips, and wasted no time seeking it out.

   "Oh god yes," my sister chirped when my tongue slid into her depths.

   The faint, second-hand taste I'd gotten from Jemma's lips didn't even
begin to do her justice.  I felt almost drunk on her bittersweet nectar and
the heady scent of her arousal from the very first taste.  I swirled my
tongue in her canal, gathering up every drop I could reach.

   "You're going to love this," Jemma said, "That silver tongue of yours
runs in the family."

   I reluctantly pulled back from the wellspring of her wetness, but found
another joy when I kissed her hood, looked up at her, and said, "You taste
so sweet."

   Holly reached down and stroked my hair.  "You look so gorgeous.  It
feels so good."

   "I want you to come for me, Sissy," I told her before looking back down
to wiggle my tongue between her nether lips up to the hood.

   Holly drew in a long, deep breath when my tongue brushed her shrouded
clit.  She let the breath out as an, "Oh," of delight when I let the tip of
my tongue slip beneath her hood for a moment.

   Jemma said, "That's it.  Lick your little sister's pussy and make her
come."

   There are no words to describe how badly I wanted that.  I flicked her
clit with my tongue a couple more times, and then gave it a quick suck.  I
dipped down for another taste of her nectar, and then jumped back to her
bud with a hard lick that lifted its protective sheath.

   My sister moaned and tousled my hair, adding whimpers and yelps whenever
I hit a particularly sensitive spot with my roaming tongue.  Lifting her
hood with my thumb and assaulting her naked clit for a few moments made her
body quake and drew out a series of loud yelps.  I gave her just enough
time to relax from that -- tonguing over her hood -- before sucking her
clit hard.  Her butt lifted off the bed when I did that.

   I caught a glance of Jemma as my sister's bottom sank back to the
mattress.  The redhead was flicking her tongue over Holly's nipple, and she
was teasing her own folds with two slowly moving fingers.  Her gaze was
fixed on me between my sister's legs.

   I slowly built the pressure, giving her clit more attention, but always
changing the sensation.  I would lap, pulling up her hood with my tongue to
brush the exposed button for a fraction of a second.  Then I would roll it
with wiggles of my tongue.  Holly's moans grew louder -- sharper -- with
every new touch.  I couldn't help regularly drinking from the font of her
bittersweet honey, though.

   That abundant wetness inspired a whim, and I coated my thumb in her
slippery juices.  Then I let it glide over the puckered iris of her ass.

   My sister rewarded me with a warbling cry of, "Oh g-g-god!"

   Grinning as I licked, I waited a while before tickling her backdoor
again.  It drew an equally powerful reaction from my sister the second
time. It also piqued her roommate's curiosity.  Jemma scooted down to see
what I was doing, and I deviously avoided my newfound trick.

   "Look at how wet you are.  You're dripping," Jemma said, and watched me
eat my sister's pussy.

   "Oh, please, Doug," Holly whimpered, her voice tight.

   Jemma moaned and said, "She's close.  Do it.  Make her come."

   I got my thumb good and slippery again -- under Jemma's watchful eye --
and made my move.  I sucked my sister's hood and clit between my lips at
the same moment as I pressed my thumb over her forbidden hole.  I pushed
harder this time, but not to penetrate, but rather increase the amount of
hot friction as I drew circles around the rim of her ass.  My sucking
pulled her clit from beneath the hood, exposing it to my lapping tongue.  I
massaged the shaft of her clit with my lips as well, and to top it all off,
I gave small, quick shakes of my head.

   Holly came with a wail and a lurch.

   I managed to ride out the bucking of her hips without losing suction on
her clit.  I did have to slide my thumb back to her butt, though.  Her
orgasm spiked and she cried out again the moment I touched her ass.

   Her voice full of excitement, Jemma said, "That's it.  Come on your
brother's tongue."

   I exalted in my sister's orgasm.  Her clit throbbed powerfully between
my lips.  She yelped and shrieked after every fast, desperate breath of
air. Her hands flailed about, clawing at the bedclothes, and smacking
against the mattress.  Her toes were curled so tightly that they'd gathered
up the sheets between them.  I only relented when her cries turned hoarse
and her indrawn breaths ragged.  Even then, I swirled my tongue through the
flow of her wetness.

   Holly pushed on the top of my head, and I lifted up from between her
thighs with the greatest of reluctance.  Her face was red, and still tight
with ecstasy.  I watched her tremble and twitch through the aftershocks
until Jemma turned my head toward her.  The redhead kissed me hard, and
then turned to the task of lapping up Holly's juices from my face.

   "I'm stealing that trick, you know," Jemma said between licks.  "Naughty
boy -- fingering your sister's bottom."

   Though she was still panting for breath, Holly said, "Hey.  H-he's my
brother.  S-share."

   Jemma chuckled and pushed me away.  I dropped down and gave my sister
another of those soft, lingering kisses.

   "Wow," she breathed when our lips parted.

   "Wow," I agreed.

   The redhead slapped my ass and said, "In the spirit of sharing...  My
turn."

   I gave Holly a final quick peck, and then moved out of the way.  Jemma
cat-crawled over my sister, and then settled down atop her with their
breasts pressed together.  She straddled Holly's leg, rocking her pussy
against it.  Holly lifted up onto her elbows and Jemma moved in.  It was
incredibly sexy watching them kiss passionately with their tongues slipping
over each other.

   "I think somebody's enjoying the show," Jemma said between kisses.

   As soon as the redhead let her come up for air again, Holly said,
"Good." She curled her leg around her roommate, adding to the beautiful
spectacle.

   "Bet there's something he'd like even more," Jemma said, and then turned
to me.  "Would you like to see how your naughty little sister licks pussy?"

   I didn't say anything, but I certainly answered by looking into my
sister's eyes and nodding.  My cock was probably speaking louder than that,
considering the way it bounced when the redhead suggested it.

   Holly nodded as well, and then scooted over, allowing her roommate to
switch places with her.  Before she moved between the redhead's parting
legs, she paused and brushed her fingers over my erection.  The needy
little moan she let out when she did it caused me to break out into
gooseflesh.

   Jemma stretched out one leg, hooked my sister's leg with her foot, and
tugged.  "You can wait for that.  Get over here and lick my cunt."

   Holly said, "Come watch," and moved between her roomie's legs.

   I sat down right next to my sister and did just that.  Holly planted
soft kisses on the redhead's thighs, edging ever closer to the wet heat at
the center.  I could hardly believe I was about to watch my sister go down
on another girl.

   Jemma grabbed the back of Holly's head and pulled.  "Stop playing around
and get in there."

   I moaned when my sister's tongue snaked out for the first lick.  She was
using just the tip of her tongue, tracing Jemma's nether lips and hood. 
The redhead's long, indrawn breath hissed between her teeth.  Holly's
perfect little ass was sticking up in the air right next to me as she went
down on her roommate, and I couldn't resist the temptation.  I ran my hand
over her taut bottom, and my sister moaned into Jemma's folds.

   The redhead's voice carried hints of derision when she said, "You're
getting off on this, aren't you?  Having your brother watch you licking
pussy?"

   "Mmmhmm," Holly answered without pause in her tongue-tickling.

   I prickled a little at Jemma's tone at first, but the way Holly reacted
told me it was just part of their play, so I chilled out.

   "Dirty little slut," the redhead sneered, but the smile in her eyes
completely belied her tone, further confirming what I'd guessed.

   Holly closed her lips over Jemma's hood for a moment, and then pulled
back to let it slip from her lips.  She then went into a complicated series
of laps, flicks, and licks all around her roommate's clit.

   After a pair of kisses that I think were borderline sucks, my sister
said, "She tastes so good, Doug.  You like watching?"

   "So fucking sexy," I answered, and let my pinky finger slip into the
cleft of her buttocks.  The muscles in her ass tightened up and she moaned.
Then I added, "Make her come, Sissy."

   Holly moaned even louder when I said that.

   My sister spread Jemma's lips wide and licked her hard for several
strokes, making her roommate cry out and moan.  Then she sucked the
redhead's hood between her lips and shook her head back and forth.  Jemma
trembled and her hips lifted toward Holly's mouth.

   I watched like a hawk, doing my best to ignore the bouncing of my cock
demanding attention.  I was taking mental notes as well.  Holly looked up
into the redhead's eyes and gave her a few exaggerated licks before diving
back in to suck Jemma's pussy again.

   Without missing a beat, my sister reached back, grabbed the arm I was
caressing her butt with, and redirected it.  I wasn't the slightest bit put
out with rubbing her clit instead.

   Once she had both hands and her balance back, Holly rubbed Jemma's clit
with a fingertip while tongue fucking her canal.  Every time her tongue
slid into the redhead's recesses, it ended with an upward motion that
flicked Jemma's exposed clit.  My sister's roommate writhed and moaned
louder.

   I slid my finger between Holly's nether lips, meaning only to wet it,
but the feeling of resistance from that weak push caught my attention.  I
couldn't resist sliding my finger inside her.

   Holly whimpered into Jemma's pussy.

   She was so hot and wet -- and tight even around my finger.  I slipped in
a second finger and could feel the squeeze even more.

   My sister doubled down with my fingers penetrating her.  She licked
hard, her head swiveling on every stroke, and her tongue curling around
Jemma's clit at the top.  That really set the redhead off, and she squeezed
her breasts while crying out to the ceiling above.

   I lifted my thumb and coated it in the juices dribbling out of my
sister's pussy, then pressed it over her clit.  When I stroked my hand, it
plunged two fingers into her and stroked her clit with almost the full
length of my thumb.  Her sounds of pleasure quickly rose almost as high as
Jemma's.

   Almost.

   The redhead cried out with almost every breath, and she was holding
Holly against her pussy with both hands.  My sister's head moved in a fast
nod, broken by random twists, and I could hear the slurping sounds of
Jemma's folds sliding out of her lips at the end of each.

   Jemma looked up at me, her eyes wide, and said in a high-pitched voice,
"Oh, she's going to make me come.  Your sister's going to make me come."

   "Do it, Holly.  Suck her pussy and make her come," I said while picking
up the pace of my pumping fingers.

   My sister let out a muffled squeal, but only a few seconds later,
Jemma's scream of release was anything but muffled.

   The redhead sat up as she exploded into orgasm, holding tight onto my
sister's head.  Jemma hovered above the pillow for a few moments, her body
stiff and trembling as she wailed in exquisite agony.  Then, her back
arched and she screamed again when she slammed right back down.  She half
popped back up while sucking in a loud gasp before her hips began bucking
wildly.

   My sister drew in a gasp that mirrored her roommates and pushed up onto
her elbows when she couldn't keep up with Jemma's thrashing.  I was
finger-fucking Holly as fast as I could, and even leaned back for a better
angle when she rose up from between Jemma's thighs.

   "Ah!  Ah!  Yes!" My sister cried.

   I was eagerly anticipating her orgasm when she suddenly rocked forward
away from my hand.

   Holly looked back at me and begged, "Please.  Fuck me.  Please."

   I was up onto my knees before the second please.

   Jemma was still twitching and breathing like a bellows, but she said,
"W-wait!  I wanna w-watch."

   "Hurry.  Please.  Hurry.  Hurry," Holly pleaded, her body undulating
with need.

   I moved in behind my sister and settled my hands on her hips.

   Jemma moaned pitifully as she sat up and launched into a
poorly-coordinated crawl to the opposite end of the bed.  She flopped onto
her back next to us, looked up at me and said between pants, "Do it.  Fuck
your...  Little sister."

   I growled and she groaned as my cock slid into my sister's tight, hot
little pussy.

   Jemma's sensual voice arose from below, saying, "Oh, fuck yes."

   I pulled back after that first sweet dive into her depths and said, "So
tight, Holly."

   My sister responded, "So big.  So big.  So good."

   She fit me like no woman ever had.  It was as if she was made for me.  I
fucked her slowly, wanting to feel every inch of me sliding in and out of
her clinging sheath.

   "Faster," Holly cried, obviously having other ideas.

   I was willing to give her anything she wanted.  The next pump of my hips
was harder and faster.  I was more than a little concerned about lasting
long enough, or at all, though.  She felt so wonderful and I was so excited
that I didn't know how long I could hold out.

   A brush against my balls the next time I pushed into my sister's depths
was my first indication that Jemma had found the strength to lift her arm
and rub Holly's clit.

   "Give it to her.  Make your sister come," the redhead encouraged me.

   "Yes!  Give it to me, Doug!" Holly agreed.

   I clenched my teeth and did just that.  I pounded into my sister's
pussy, my thighs slapping against her ass.  Every ounce of my willpower was
devoted to ignoring how amazing she felt, hoping to hold out as long as I
could.  It was only when Holly let out a shriek that I snapped out of the
intense state of concentration and realized I must have gotten her closer
than I thought with my fingers.

   The tone of her voice left little doubt that she was soaring toward a
peak when she cried, "Faster!  Harder!  Fuck meee!"

   Her pussy tightened around me in a pre-orgasmic contraction, and I knew
I was home free.  I let myself delight in the sight of her butt jiggling
and my pussy slick cock vanishing inside her.  I looked up at her hair
bouncing from the power of my thrusts, and caught a glimpse of her face. 
It was bright red and filled with ecstasy.

   "Come for me, Sissy," I said, my excitement evident in my voice.

   Jemma's voice rang out hot on the heels of mine.  "Yes, come all over
your brother's big cock."

   Holly cried, "Don't stop.  Gonna come.  Gonna come.  Gonna..."

   And then she did.  "Ah!  Aiyeee!" my sister screamed as her orgasm took
hold.

   Her pussy clenched around me so tight that I spat out, "Ah my...  Fuck!"

   I kept thrusting, but it was much slowed from the wild pounding that had
brought her off.  Her cries of pleasure were the sweetest sounds I'd ever
heard, and they just kept coming.  I slowed the pace of my hips, and after
a few strokes, I stopped with my cock nestled inside her.  I caressed her
butt and watched her quiver as she slowly drifted down from the heights.

   "Oh, Doug," she whimpered between pants.

   "Ah, Holly...  Did you come hard?" I asked.

   She answered, "Mmm...  So hard.  Wonderful."

   Jemma let out a much deeper moan than my sister's, and then said, "That
was so fucking hot."

   "Uh huh," My sister agreed.  "Thank you.  You made it happen."

   "Well, while you're in a thankful mood, can I borrow your brother's cock
for a few minutes?"

   Holly let out a weak chuckle and said, "Uh huh." She then pulled her
hips forward, though she let out a sad moan when my cock slid out of her
with a slurping sound.

   Jemma crawled out of the bed while my sister rolled over onto her back
on one side of the mattress, making room in the middle.  She looked
stunningly beautiful, lying there in the afterglow of her orgasm.  I stared
at her -- grinning -- until she beckoned me to her.

   I dropped to my hands over her, and before she kissed me, she said,
"Thank you."

   "That was unbelievable," I said once our lips parted.

   "We're not done yet, big brother," Holly said, and then broke out into a
mischievous grin.  "Come here and let me clean you up."

   She didn't have to beg me to do that.  I moved over next to her and she
pulled my cock down to her lips.  Shivers ran up and down my spine as my
sister licked and sucked her pussy juice off my cock.

   Jemma climbed back into the bed and wrapped her arms around me from
behind.  She looked over my shoulder and moaned while watching Holly suck
me clean.  She was wearing some kind of nubby finger vibrator, and holding
something else I couldn't see in her other hand.

   Holly finished with a kiss on the head of my cock, and then caressed her
breasts for my wondering eyes.

   Her roommate revealed what was in her other hand when she held up a
condom and said, "Here."

   I took it, but wondered why.  She certainly hadn't been worried about it
before.

   The answer was forthcoming when Jemma said, "It's extra strength, to
make sure you don't come too soon.  I promised your sister that the load
you've been building up is hers."

   The thought of filling my sister full of cum set my cock to bouncing
like a kangaroo on crack.

   Holly popped up and said, "Lay down.  I'll put it on."

   I handed her the condom, and then dropped down on my back.  Jemma turned
on her finger vibe and ran it over her folds with an excited moan while
Holly opened the condom.  My sister stood my cock up, put the condom over
the head, and then slowly rolled it down my throbbing shaft.

   Once it was in place, she looked at her roommate and said, "Come here
and sit on my brother's cock."

   Holly played master of ceremonies, holding my cock while the redhead got
into position above me.  My sister rubbed the tip between Jemma's folds,
getting it slick.  Then Jemma sank down on it with a moan.

   "God, I love your brother's cock," Jemma said while wiggling her hips,
and then slid her vibrating finger between her legs.

   "Me too.  Hurry up and come so he can fuck me and fill me up."

   "Oh my god," I groaned.  Both girls giggled.

   I could feel a hint of the buzz coming from Jemma's vibrator as she rode
me, but there was no doubt the condom was having an effect.  I knew how
good she felt, and the sensation was greatly reduced.  It was a good thing,
because she looked unbelievably sexy gyrating atop me.

   The redhead was really getting into it, slamming her hips back and forth
when she said, "Why don't you go sit on your brother's face while I ride
his dick?  He can get you all warmed up so he won't need that rubber when
he fucks you.  I don't want to be tasting that when I'm licking all of his
cum out of your pussy."

   My sister turned toward me and asked, "Do you want to lick my pussy?"

   "Oh, fuck yes," I answered without the slightest hesitation.

   Holly didn't dawdle either.  She straddled my head and lowered that
sweet pussy to my eager lips.

   "So good," I said as I slipped my tongue into her.  Once again, I was
lost in the perfume of her arousal and her bittersweet nectar.

   "No, you're so good," she moaned.

   Holly was wet to the point of dripping.  She must have been just as
excited as I was about the prospect of my coming inside her.  I tried the
suck and shake trick she'd used on Jemma and got a combination of a giggle
and a squeal as a reward.  I licked, sucked, and probed her with every
trick I could think of.  The plan of getting her worked up was long
forgotten.  I wanted her to come.  Her roommate started adding bounces as
her arousal mounted, and I could hear it in her voice when she said, "That
sexy ass looks so good riding your brother's face."

   Holly said, "He's licking my pussy so good.  Are you gonna come all over
his cock?"

   "Uh huh.  You want me to, don't you?  Want me to come on your brother's
cock?"

   "Yes.  Do it," My sister answered.

   Jemma obviously took that to heart.  She bounced so hard on me that the
headboard started banging against the wall, and I had to grab onto my
sister's thighs to keep her pussy in reach.  The redhead's wild ride tugged
uncomfortably at the root of my cock, but that was one more thing that
would help hold back the volcanic load I knew was just waiting to go off.

   "Ah.  Oh.  Fuck.  Yes.  Fuck.  Yeah.  Yeah.  Yeah," Jemma cried in an
ever-louder cacophony.

   "Oh, she's going to come," my sister said, the strain of pleasure
evident in her voice as well.

   As if on cue, Jemma came with a loud series of yelps.  I grunted into
Holly's pussy, because the redhead's throes were wrenching my erection
every which way.  I never stopped tonguing my sweet sister, though.

   Holly's hair whipped when she turned and looked over her shoulder.  She
said, "Now.  Please."

   A pained whimper sounded as Jemma slid off my cock and it slapped
against me.  My sister pulled away from my lips at the same time and swung
her leg over me.  I saw her roommate curled up at the foot of the bed,
still trembling, twitching, and whimpering from her orgasm.  Holly quickly
scooted down, grabbed the tip of the condom between her fingers, and
roughly rolled it up until she could tug it off.

   The condom flew to the floor, and Holly grabbed my hand.  She pulled
hard to make me sit up and said, "Hurry."

   As soon as I was upright, my sister said, "I want you on top.  I want to
see you." She then sat down next to me, and we quickly traded places.

   I knelt above my sister's widespread legs and admired her, burning the
image into my memory.  She was breathing fast, caressing her perfect
breasts.  Her face was filled with color, and she was smiling sweetly --
though there was most certainly need alight in her eyes.  A brown halo of
hair surrounded her face on the pillow.  Her pussy glistened in the light
from my saliva and her wetness.

   She looked like an angel.

   "I want you, Doug," she whispered, and reached down to part her nether
lips with the fingers of one hand, proving that angel had a wicked side
that needed attention.

   I didn't keep her waiting.  It only took a couple of wiggles over her
wet heat to coat my tip in her juices.  Holly propped up on her elbows to
watch as I pressed against the entrance of her canal.

   "Oh yes," she breathed as she felt the first hint of pressure.

   A long moan escaped her as she watched me slide in her to the hilt.  I
moaned too -- the sound turning to a grunt when my balls settled against
her skin.  Holly threw her head back and gasped when the tip reached her
deepest depths.

   I pulled back slowly, once again hoping to savor the feeling of my
sister's tight, hot pussy enveloping me.  I could hear the slippery hiss of
my cock sliding out of her when I pulled back until the ridge of my
cockhead slipped out.  The same, though slightly deeper sound accompanied
my erection diving back into her depths.

   Holly drew in deep, fast breaths, her eyes fixed on my face.  Every few
strokes, her breath would catch and her eyes would widen in the most
wonderful way.  I groaned when my next thrust caused her to whimper.  Her
eyes rolled up and she shuddered beneath me.

   Lifting up her head, she looked down to where we were joined when the
quake subsided.  She watched me vanish inside her again, and said, "Oh my."

   I looked down as well, and my cock was absolutely coated in her wetness
as I pushed it back in.

   "You're so wet," I said.

   "For you," she responded.

   I lifted my eyes again.  I saw her slowly flicking her clit with the tip
of one slippery finger.  Her other hand glided over her beautiful breasts,
sometimes passing over the erect points of her little nipples.  Her face
was filled with dreamy wonder.

   My hips rocked a little faster of their own accord.  She felt so
incredible molding around me as I penetrated her, and clinging to me as I
withdrew.  The finger over her button matched me, pressing harder and
circling at a quicker pace.

   Our passions slowly overwhelmed us.  I pumped into her at a steadily
increasing pace, grunts vibrating in my throat.  My sister whimpered and
moaned in chorus with me.  A second finger joined the first to assuage her
growing need.  She was so tight and wet that every so often, a tiny,
flatulent sound would emerge as I buried my cock inside her.

   Her breasts began to quiver from the strength of my thrusts.  The quiet
pop of our bodies coming together became slaps.  I watched the flush in my
sister's cheeks spread, filling her face, and then spreading down her neck.
My face felt hot as well, and the first, tickling itch of an approaching
climax swelled in the head of my cock.

   "Oh.  Yes," Holly cried out as I gave in to the urgent demand of my
body. All four fingers drew circles over her clit, tugging at her dainty
lips.

   Again, the headboard tapped on the wall.  I grunted and growled with
every powerful thrust, though my vocalizations couldn't hope to compete
with my sister's loud cries of pleasure.  She drew in an exasperated gasp
and switched hands when her right couldn't keep up.  The notes of
frustration in her voice said that the less dexterous left wasn't giving
her what she needed either.

   Jemma came to the rescue, pushing my sister's hand out of the way and
centering her vibrating fingertip over Holly's hood.

   "You just come nice and hard for your big brother," the redhead told
her.

   I was beyond any semblance of self control by that point.  My cock and
balls both felt tight, and full of hot, shooting sparks.  I slammed into my
sister's pussy, rocking her body, and making her breasts bounce.

   "Ah.  Damn it.  Holly..." I spit out from between my gnashing teeth.  I
was on the cusp, and knew I was going to go off at any moment.

   "Yes!  Give it to me!  Come in me!" she cried.

   "Want you to...  Fuck!  Want you to..."

   "Almost there," she said, knowing what I'd been trying to say.  "Just do
it.  Come inside me!  Fill me u-u-up!"

   I didn't have any real choice in the matter.  Her voice was still
ringing through the room when I pounded my cock into her depths, bellowed
like a beast, and unleashed a torrent.

   My sister wailed in sweet agony the moment my first blast of cum flooded
her depths.

   Blast is the only way to describe it.  I had never come so hard in my
life, and never in my deepest fantasies had I imagined it even being
possible.  It wasn't just that first urgent ejaculation either.  My hips
bumped into her spastically, trying to drive me even deeper as a second,
third, and fourth eruption pooled in my sister's hot embrace.

   Holly bucked and writhed beneath me, her pussy milking my pulsing cock
until I had nothing left to give.  My strength and balance both fled,
causing me to fall forward.  I barely caught myself on one hand and elbow
so I didn't collapse on top of her.  My sister wrapped her arms and legs
around me, pulling me against her, and held me tight as our orgasms crashed
through us.

   I don't know how long I was near senseless, stiffening every time her
walls would contract around me, causing me to throb, which caused her canal
to squeeze yet again.  We gasped noisily for breath, our skin slick with
sweat where we touched.  When I finally recovered my breath and wits from
erupting deep in my sister's pussy, she was letting out a deeply contented
moan.

   Holly kissed my cheek, neck, shoulder, arm...  Any part of me she could
reach with her lips felt their soft touch.

   Jemma reclined next to us and smoothed Holly's hair away from her face.
"Look at you glowing.  All full of your brother's cock and cum."

   "Mmm hmm," my sister moaned, and then kissed my cheek again.

   I let out a broken, weary grunt when that caused my sensitive member to
twitch inside her.

   "Do you need to move?" Holly asked, punctuating it with yet another
kiss.

   I nodded.

   "I don't want you to go, but it's okay," she told me.

   I took three rapid breaths through my nose -- the exhales stirring my
sister's hair -- and then moved to pull free.  What started as a slow slide
ended in an instinctual jerk when the sensation was too much for me.  I
flopped onto my back with a groan and closed my eyes.  The cool breeze from
the ceiling fan on my hot skin was absolutely delightful.

   I lurched and yelled when my sister's evil roommate bent over me and
licked my softening, cream-covered cock.

   She giggled and tried to go in for another lick, but I managed to block
her with a weak and trembling arm.

   "A little sensitive, is it?" the redhead asked.

   I pushed her away.

   "Oh my," my sister moaned.

   Jemma looked her way, echoed the sound, and then scooted toward her. 
"Wow.  That is a lot of cum."

   I knew I shouldn't look, but I did it anyway.  I shivered at the sight
of the river of cum -- my cum -- seeping from my sister's gaped canal. 
Holly reached down, gathered up a large dollop on two fingers, and brought
them to her lips.  While she moaned and sucked her fingers, Jemma went for
her own taste.

   I watched in a surreal, dreamlike state as Jemma licked my sister's
pussy clean, and then shared it with her in a long, passionate kiss.

   ****

   Needless to say, I was apprehensive about the family gathering for
Christmas Eve the next day.  I didn't know how we were going to deal with
what had happened between us around family.  Oddly enough, it wasn't bad at
all.

   Other than a kiss before we left her place, everything between us was
fairly normal.  It probably helped that my female cousins commandeered her
for most of the day.  But, even when we were together, it was just like old
times.  We teased, tossed barbs, and laughed at each other's jokes as
though nothing had happened.

   It was a whole different story the moment we got back to her place. 
Jemma arrived home about fifteen minutes after we did to find our clothing
scattered all the way from the front door to Holly's bed.  I had my face
buried in my sister's pussy, and her roomie joined us in short order.

   It was sometime after midnight as I lay in my sister's bed with her and
Jemma cuddled up nude next to me.  We'd had time to cool down, wash up,
change the sheets, and have a beer by then.  Oddly enough, considering the
long day book ended by the sexual workouts, I was wide awake.

   The girls were running their hands over my bare chest, and when I saw
them look at each other, I knew something was up.

   My sister grinned and asked, "Are you having a Holly..."

   Jemma picked up where my sister left off.  "Jolly."

   Then they both simultaneously finished the question, "Christmas?"

   I chuckled at the obviously planned play on my sister's first name and
Jemma's last.  In keeping with the bit, I answered with my own paraphrased
line from the song.  "Oh by golly, yes."

   The girls both laughed, and their hands slid lower.  My cock twitched
with the first signs of new life as their fingers neared it.

   My sister moaned when she saw the surge of blood causing my cock to
straighten, and said, "Now that's what I call a gift that keeps giving."

   We should have waited to change the sheets.

   ****
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