Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: Treading Lightly


Summary: A brother and sister invite their sister to play.


Keywords: inc,fic



   It wasn't my best moment, I have to admit.

   "Seriously, Aaron, what the hell?"

   "I'm sorry!" I answered, yet again.  "I didn't know anyone was down
here. Especially doing. . .  that." I waved my arms in circles toward her
general direction.

   "I thought you were training," she grumbled, holding her purple yoga mat
in front of her.

   "I was.  I'm having an off day so I didn't finish with swimming like I
usually do."

   "Well, at least turn around." She spun her finger in a circle as she
said it.

   I turned around and listened as she huffed past me, rushing out of the
basement lounge.

   When did my sister start doing naked yoga?  I wondered.  I heard a
woman's voice telling me to relax my breathing.  It helped.

   Until I realized Leah had left her laptop on the coffee table and it was
just the instructor on the video continuing with the lesson.  I turned it
around on the table and noted that there were only a few minutes left,
meaning I had come in during the cool down.  I closed her laptop and
carried it upstairs, setting it on the bottom step that led upstairs to the
bedrooms.

   I was slicing off a few pieces of cheddar cheese to eat with some
crackers when I heard Leah bound down the stairs.  Here comes the
shitstorm, I thought.

   "Hey," she muttered.

   "Hey."

   "Listen, I'm sorry I got so mad downstairs."

   "It's cool," I answered, handing her a slice of the cheese.  She thanked
me as she took it and grabbed a cracker off my plate.  "I need to be more
careful.  I was going to play Call of Duty, but I guess I should have
knocked first."

   "Why would you knock to go down to the basement?" she laughed.  "That's
shared space.  I should have just been more careful."

   "Yeah, maybe," I shrugged.  "Either way, I'm sorry I walked in on you."

   "Don't worry about it.  I'll be more careful in the future.  So," she
said, taking a bite, "the basement's open now if you want to play your
game."

   "Yeah, thanks.  Let me ask you a question."

   "Sure."

   "Why. . .  I mean, why don't you wear anything when you do yoga?"

   "Oh," she laughed.  "Kim hooked me.  Part of a good yoga session is not
only stretching and stress relief, but self-awareness.  Being naked is very
freeing, just mentally if nothing else.  Have you ever worked out naked?"

   "What?  No!"

   "Not riding your bike or running," she laughed, "But stretches or body
weight stuff.  You should try it."

   "I'll keep that in mind," I said, rolling my eyes.  I picked up my plate
and drink and walked toward the basement.

   "Or playing Call of Duty!" she called after me, laughing.

   I played for a couple of hours before calling it a night and coming
upstairs.  Mom and Dad had left yesterday to take a cruise for their 25th
anniversary, leaving Leah and I home alone.  I'm 19 and Leah's 21, and we
have another sister, Sara, who's 24.  Leah is the fun one, short and lean
with blond hair and blue eyes.  Sara is taller with a curvier build with
brown hair and blue eyes.  I'm not especially tall or big, about 5'7" and
150 pounds.  I'm in good shape, but I'm not totally ripped or jacked.  My
hair is a light brown and I have the same blue eyes as the rest of my
family.

   "Hey, dork," Leah blurted as she plopped down on the couch beside me. 
"Mom sent a selfie of her and dad leaving port a few minutes ago." She
turned the phone toward me and showed me a picture of my mom in her
sleeveless yellow shirt, visor and sunglasses, and my dad in his teal golf
shirt and sunglasses.  They looked happy.  Leah said that Mom attached a
text saying they were staying overnight once they got back into Port
Canaveral, and would be back next Sunday.  "How's it going?" she asked,
nodding toward the TV.

   "I'm getting my ass kicked," I muttered, ducking behind a wall as
bullets smacked into the concrete behind my shoulder.

   "That sucks," she said, watching me as I tried unsuccessfully to clear
the area so I could move from behind my cover.  I began getting frustrated
at being pinned down while Leah looked on.  I finally took a chance but
took a fatal hit from a nearby explosion.

   "Dammit!" I cursed, throwing my controller onto the couch.

   "And this is supposed to be a stress reliever?" she asked with a smile,
her eyebrow raised.

   I just rolled my eyes, feeling pinned and under fire again.

   "Come on," she said, popping up off the couch.  "Let's go get a pizza."
She pulled at my hand and I finally relented, standing up to follow her up
the stairs after turning off the TV and Xbox.

   She drove her Altima into town as I rode along.  I had to admit she was
fun.  She had a way of relieving my stress no matter what she did.  Right
now she was just singing along with Gwen Stefani, mimicking her movements
and facial expressions from the video, being cute, funny, and
unintentionally sexy all at the same time.

   Wait.  Did I just consider my sister sexy?  Maybe that wasn't the right
word.  No, it was.

   As her head bobbed and she sang, I started laughing.

   "There you go!" she laughed.  "I knew I could cheer you up."

   "Okay, okay," I relented.

   We pulled into the pizza place and in a few minutes we were splitting a
buffalo chicken pizza, without Sara, which she would never forgive us for
if she found out.

   "I have to ask," I blurted out, "Where did you hear about the yoga
thing?"

   "That didn't take long," she smiled before pinching a piece of chicken
and eating it, sucking her fingers clean.  As she wiped her hands on a
fresh paper napkin from the dispenser on the table, she said, "It's one of
the things we talked about in class." She was an exercise science major. 
"Because yoga is so popular, our instructor said it was important to learn
how to do it right.  Tons of people get injuries from doing yoga wrong, so
she feels like we need to know the right way to do it so we can lead
classes or help clients without hurting them.

   "So, we talked about all the different kinds of yoga and we learn the
basics in the intro class, which I took last year.  This year I'm taking
the next level up and we are getting into them more intensely.  A couple of
weeks ago we talked about the possibility of doing it naked and how it's so
good for lots of things."

   "Well, I can tell you one thing it's bad for: me.  I don't need to see
that."

   "What?" she laughed, "You don't like seeing a beautiful woman naked and
stretched out like that?"

   "You're not a beautiful woman.  You're my sister."

   Her jaw dropped and she started laughing as she pelted me with wadded up
napkins and her uneaten pizza crust.  I laughed with her as I tried to
deflect the projectiles, catching the crust and taking a bite from it with
a smile.

   "You're such an asshole," she laughed, shaking her head.  "Seriously,
though, you should try the yoga thing."

   "I don't know," I mumbled.

   "Come on.  If you have someone who knows what they're doing to help you,
it can be a huge benefit.  Lots of athletes use it to help with flexibility
and on their off-days as a replacement for a more intense workout."

   "You think it would help?"

   "Sure I do.  Think of what a couple of extra inches reach on your swim
stroke could do."

   "Do you promise not to make fun of me?" I asked, eyeing her sideways.

   "Scout's honor," she smiled, her right hand raised with three fingers
extended.

   "All right," I shrugged, "I'll give it a shot."

   "Cool!  We'll start tomorrow morning."

   *****

   As I sat at the breakfast table eating my last piece of bacon, Leah
bounced into the kitchen and smacked me on the back of the head.  "Morning,
loser!" she said, dropping into the chair next to mine.

   "Slut," I nodded in greeting.

   "You ready to get your yoga on?"

   "I wouldn't put it that way, but yes I am."

   "Good.  Meet me downstairs in a few minutes.  I'll set it up." She stood
up and I couldn't help but notice her hot pink boy shorts and black sports
bra.  She was barefoot and her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail.

   "I don't have any yoga pants.  Is that going to be a problem?" I smiled.

   "You can borrow some of mine." She didn't even look back as she said it,
but the tone in her voice told me she was smiling.

   Leah burst into fits of laughter, collapsing on the couch when I walked
into the basement lounge.

   "These things ride like you wouldn't believe," I said as I dug the black
lycra out of my ass.

   "I can't believe you," she said, still laughing.

   "You said I could," I smiled.

   "You know I can see everything, right?  It looks like you're smuggling
fruit."

   I looked down and of course I already knew I was showing my whole
package, which just added to the humor, as far as I was concerned.  "Well,
I figured that I saw what you had, so. . ."

   "Still not quite the same," she answered with a wry smile.  "All right,"
she said, standing, "Let's get started."

   "Wait.  Let me go change." I turned to leave the room.

   "Nope."

   "What?"

   "You had your chance to dress for yoga and that's what you chose.  The
lesson's starting right now."

   "No way!  I'm not wearing this!"

   "Trust me, you don't want to miss the warm-up."

   "What am I supposed to do, then?"

   "I can think of two options." She didn't say anything else, but just
looked at me.  It didn't take me long to catch on.

   "You've got to be fucking kidding me, Leah." She shook her head and
tucked her thumbs into her waistband.  "Come on.  Not funny."

   "I'm not laughing.  It's either those," she said nodding at the yoga
pants I was wearing, "Or nothing."

   "Let me go put on some shorts.  It was just a joke."

   She shook her head and started pushing her shorts down slowly.  She
stopped and said, "It's very freeing.  Come on, no one's gonna see us."

   "I don't know that I want you seeing me like that."

   "Okay, then, you can see me like this again and you can wear those." She
shoved her shorts down and kicked them off, then yanked her sports bra over
head and tossed it onto the couch.  "There." She stood with her hands on
her hips and I couldn't stop my eyes from roving.  Please, God, don't let
me get an erection, I thought.

   "If you rip my pants, I'm going to be pissed," she warned, nodding at my
crotch.

   I should have known I couldn't have stopped it, but I also felt ashamed
at developing a bone at the sight of my sister.

   "Take 'em off."

   "Leah. . ."

   "Off!"

   "Dammit," I muttered, shoving them down and pulling them off my feet, my
erection bobbing in front of me.

   "Very nice, little brother," she smiled.  "Okay, let's get started." She
turned and pointed to a green mat on the floor and she knelt across from me
on a purple one.  "Today we're doing couple's yoga.  We're going to do
moves that allow us to use each other as resistance and to assist in the
moves and for balance." She reached over and clicked on the space bar on
her laptop and the image on the television changed to a fit couple in
spandex sitting back to back.  "I want you to try to imitate the guy's
position as we do this, okay?"

   "Yeah, sure," I nodded, looking at the on-screen example.  Ooh, sitting.
I think I can do that, I thought sarcastically.

   She ordered me to sit cross-legged on my mat with my back to her and I
felt her naked back against mine a moment later.  "Okay, keep your back
straight so that your shoulders are back and our backs are touching all
along our spines," she said quietly.  "Hold it there and relax.  Breathe
with me." She showed me how to breathe and we sat like this for a couple of
minutes and I was beginning to feel relaxed with my hands on my knees.  Her
ponytail lightly tickled the base of my neck and upper spine and I could
feel her warm back against mine.  It was surprisingly peaceful.

   "Okay," she said, breaking the silence, "Arms straight out to the side."
I did as she told and she wrapped her arms under mine, pressing her palms
to the insides of my wrists since her arms were not as long as mine.  With
a light pressure, I could feel her stretching my chest open as my arms
moved behind me slightly.  She released the pressure and I did the same to
her, pressing my arms forward only a few inches.

   Next she had us standing up and she showed me various poses as I
followed her, most of the names escaping me as I tried hard not to notice
the perfect ass in front of me as we stood spread eagle on our mats before
pressing forward with our bodies, bending my front knee while my back leg
was held straight, foot flat on the floor.  I tried to keep my focus on
what I was doing, but her butt rounded out when she did it and it looked
amazing.

   She moved us back into an upright position again before directing me to
follow her lead while correcting my form over her shoulder.  I could tell
she was getting more relaxed as we continued on.  We did three or four
positions standing up before returning to the mats.  "Okay," she sighed,
"These last couple will help us cool down, but we have to face each other."
Her eyebrows were up as if she was looking for a response from me.

   "Okay."

   "Okay, give me your hands." I held them out and she took them.  She
spread her legs out wide to the side, keeping them flat on the purple mat,
which was parallel to, and touching, my green one.  I tried not to look,
but I couldn't help it.  I got a quick snapshot of her spread open before
me, the pink of her lips splayed open, surrounded by sparse brown hair.  I
looked up at her eyes and noted she was smiling.  "See what you wanted?"
she asked.

   "Sorry."

   She shrugged.  "Your turn.  Spread 'em.  You need to put the soles of
your feet on my calves and keep your legs straight." I cleared my throat
and uncrossed my legs nervously, knowing that this would be the most
exposed I had ever been with her.  I did as she said and felt the stretch
in my inner thighs slightly, the same stretch I had been feeling in various
parts of my body this whole time.

   "Lean back just a little, pulling me forward until I tell you to stop,
okay?" I nodded and leaned back as she asked, slowly reclining a little
more until she told me to stop.  I stayed like that for a few seconds and
then she directed me to sit up straight and she would lean back.  I became
more excited as my face got closer to Leah's body and soon enough I was
hovering about a foot over her mound.  I could smell her and it was
intoxicating.  With my head hanging low I knew she couldn't see my face and
I took the opportunity to notice the full pink lips of her pussy and the
sheen of either excitement or exertion, and the musty scent accompanying
it. I began to grow, just a little, but enough.

   Leah smiled at me, looking down.  "I told you you'd like naked yoga."

   "What?" I smiled.  "I can't help it."

   "I get it," she said, letting go of my hands, "So it's cool."

   My opinion of yoga had changed.  Let me tell you it was not as easy as
it sounded.  Part of it was that this yoga stuff was harder than I
imagined. Fortunately I already have good core strength and decent balance,
but it still took a lot of effort.  If it weren't for Leah encouraging me
and sometimes holding me up, I wouldn't have made it through the first
session.

   The other part was even more difficult: looking at her naked while we
were stretched out together, touching and pulling on each other. 
Fortunately my focus on the exercises helped me deflate for the most part,
but I was still sitting here doing this with a hot, naked blonde college
chick.

   "Good job, Aaron," she smiled after our cool down.  She disconnected her
laptop from the television and continued to kneel on her mat, placing her
hands flat on the floor.  Her modest breasts dangled slightly, pointing at
the floor.  "Tomorrow you do your own thing and we'll meet back here again
the next day.  How does that sound?"

   "Uh, fine, I guess." I was distracted.

   "Good," she righted herself again.  "Next time, come just like that."
She hopped up and I got a quick look at her trimmed hedge before she turned
away and picked up her laptop.  I shouldn't have watched her walk out of
the room, her laptop in one hand and her clothes, including the yoga pants,
in the other.  I did anyway.

   ******

   The next afternoon I walked into the kitchen with my gym bag over my
shoulder after a swim.  I had noticed Sara's car at the curb and saw her
standing at the counter.

   "Hey, Sara," I said.  She smiled and walked over, giving me a hug and
kiss on the cheek.

   "What's going on?  Looking good."

   "Thanks."

   "I smell chlorine.  Must have been a swim day," she said as she walked
back over to the counter where she was making a sandwich.  "Want something
to eat?" she asked.

   "Sure."

   We chatted as she made our lunches and we sat at the table.  "I
understand Leah got you to do some yoga yesterday," she said, taking a bite
of her sandwich.

   "Yeah, she talked me into it."

   "It's not as easy as it looks, huh?" she smiled.

   "No," I laughed.

   "I remember when Janine first invited me to her yoga class and I was
like, 'How hard can it be?' It kicked my ass that first day and she laughed
at me when I complained about being sore.  I learned my lesson.  I love it
now, though."

   "I bet Jonathan loves that you do yoga, too," I said with a wink.

   She rolled her eyes.  "Jonathan's a dick," she huffed.  "He just wants
to get his.  He expects me to perform like a porn star instead of making
love to me and helping me get off."

   "Oh.  Sorry.  I didn't--"

   "No, it's cool," she shrugged.  "I know.  I don't see it lasting with
him anyway.  He doesn't seem to learn anything, doesn't want to invest in
our relationship in any meaningful way, you know?" She just shook her head
and ate another chip.

   "That sucks."

   She just shrugged and changed the subject.  We talked about school and
work and other stuff, just catching up.  Leah came through the front door
and dropped her bag on the couch.  "Hey, sis!" she called.

   "In here!" answered Sara.

   Leah came into the kitchen and greeted us both before opening the fridge
and pulling out a sports drink.  She kissed Sara on the cheek and sat on my
knee.  "What's up?"

   "Nothing.  Just talking to Aaron.  Mom and Dad made me promise to check
on you a few times while they're gone, because apparently they still can't
trust you to stay out of trouble."

   "Oh, that's right," Leah rebutted, "They still don't know about your
escapes late at night to go see boyfriend-of-the-week all those years."

   "And they're never going to know about it," our sister warned.  Leah
just shrugged while looking at the ceiling innocently before taking a pull
from her drink.

   "So, how long are you staying?" I asked.

   "I haven't decided if I'm spending the night yet.  I don't have any big
plans for tomorrow, but I'm meeting some of the girls for dinner tonight
and I'll decide then."

   Leah just nodded.  "Cool."

   "So, I was just talking to Aaron here about your yoga experiment.  How'd
he do?"

   Leah busted up laughing and clapped her hands.  "You should have seen
him in my yoga pants!  It was awesome!"

   "What?" Sara laughed.  "What were you doing in her yoga pants?"

   "In my defense, she told me I could wear them," I said, straight-faced.

   "You should have seen him trying to dig them out of his ass," Leah
laughed.  She stood up and started digging out a wedgie, standing on her
toes, her back arched and face scrunched up.

   She had Sara and I both cracking up.  Finally Sara asked, "How did they
do during yoga?"

   Leah was still smiling, but said, "Oh, I didn't make him wear them for
yoga.  That would have just been cruel."

   "Well, that's good," she laughed.

   Leah hopped up on the counter and peeled a banana from the selection of
fruit, eating it as we finished our lunch and talked.

   At about 6 o'clock, Sara headed out to meet her friends and Leah jumped
over the back of the couch, landing next to me as I watched television.  I
just laughed and shook my head.

   "Just us," she said.

   "Yep."

   "So how are you feeling after yoga yesterday?" she asked with a smile.
"Sore at all?"

   "Not really, no.  I mean, I'm already in shape, so that helps, but it
was definitely a good workout."

   "I'm glad you think so.  Excited about tomorrow?"

   "I guess, kind of."

   "I am!" she laughed.  "Hell, I'm still excited from yesterday."

   "What?  What do you mean?"

   "You know."

   "No," I said, confused, "I really don't."

   "Well, exercise gets me. . .  you know. . .  excited," she hinted,
raising her eyebrow.

   I shook my head, still not quite sure what she meant.  After I exercise,
I'm usually pumped up and feel good, but I wouldn't call it "excited."

   "Horny," she blurted in exasperation.  "Exercise makes me horny.  And
yoga is one of the worst.  Being naked doesn't help."

   "Oh.  Shit, I'm sorry.  I didn't know."

   "It's cool." She fiddled with her drawstring on her shorts, nervously
looking at her hands.

   I cleared my throat.  "Well," I said hesitantly, "Obviously I was
excited during yoga, too.  But I don't think it was the yoga."

   "Yeah, I picked up on that," she smiled, quickly glancing at my groin.
"Did you. . .  you know. . .  afterward?"

   "Oh." I blushed and nodded.

   "Me, too," she blushed.  "Did it help?"

   I shrugged.

   "Me, neither," she smiled bashfully.

   We sat in silence for a minute.  I hesitated to ask, but did anyway. 
"When you're. . .  horny like that, have you ever just called someone for a
hook-up?"

   "Nah.  Hook-ups aren't my thing.  If I have a boyfriend, I've definitely
called to get him to help out, but when I'm single like I am now, I have to
use Lefty Lucy," she said, holding her hand up and wiggling her fingers.

   I laughed at the name she had given her hand.  "I thought you were right
handed."

   "I am," she shrugged, "but I couldn't think of a good name for her," she
said, looking apologetically at her right hand as she turned it over
quickly.  "Either way, using my own hand isn't nearly as good as being with
someone else.  Even it was just someone else's hand."

   I thought for a moment.  Dare I ask?  "What if. . .  What if we helped
each other out?"

   She looked at me sideways.  "What?"

   "I mean, I know I'm your brother, but we did do naked yoga together, and
we touched while we did it, and we both got excited from it, so what if I
helped you. . .  you know, relieve some tension, and you could help me?"

   "You mean, you want me to jerk you off and you want to finger bang me?"
she smiled a crooked smile.

   I shrugged.  "Just asking.  It's cool if you don't.  We can just forget
it."

   "You wouldn't go bragging to your friends about it?"

   "God, no!  That's all I need is to be known as the dude who fingers his
sister!"

   "No good?" she laughed.

   "Oh, I can hear it now: 'Was she as tight as I remember?' and 'How does
she compare with your mom?' Fuck that noise!"

   She was laughing heartily at me by this point.  Oddly enough, she hadn't
called me sick or shut me down completely.  If I had to, I could jerk off
any time, but like she said, having someone else do it is always better.

   "So, how would we do this?"

   "I'm sorry?" I asked.

   "I mean, would you just whip it out and ask me to start stroking it, or
what?  Because I need some warm-up time.  It's a whole experience for me,
even when I'm alone."

   "I don't know.  I haven't thought that far ahead."

   "It's just that, if we're going to do this, it has to be effective,
right.  I mean if you're going to do this to relieve some sexual tension,
then you can't just lube up and jam a finger in me.  That's like going to
the gynecologist.  Not a turn-on.  At all."

   "Okay.  How about we just let the other person give us some direction,
then?"

   "And you're not going to tell anyone?"

   "No.  You?"

   "No."

   "So, we're doing this?" I asked with a little bit of a smile.

   "Sure," she chirped.  "Let's go for it."

   I nodded with a mix of relief and excitement.  I looked around the room,
searching for. . .  hell, I don't know.  I guess I just expected a massage
table with oils and toys to rise up from the floor or something.  "Where
should we, uh. . ."

   Leah shrugged with a nervous smile, rubbing her thighs with the palms of
her hands.  "I don't know.  I hadn't really thought about it." After a
moment she said, "OH!  Why don't we get undressed like we did for yoga and
do it downstairs?"

   "Yeah, okay," I shrugged.  "What are we going to need?"

   "Just our mats and a couple of towels, I guess.  I'll get the towels. 
You go on down and unroll the mats."

   We both stood together and she jogged up the stair while I tried to act
chill as I descended the steps to the basement lounge.  I didn't have
butterflies in my stomach; I had full-on bald eagles fighting in there!  I
was nervous as hell, but super excited.  My erection was a full-on steel
girder as I unrolled the mats and knelt to place them.  Should I put on
some music?  I thought.  What the hell?!  This isn't a date.  It's not like
I have to set the mood.  I'm with my sister and we're just helping each
other relieve a little tension so we can relax.

   Just then I heard Leah bounce down the stairs and do a u-turn around the
wall to bounce down the basement stairs as well.  As soon as she rounded
the corner I saw her with two of the big fluffy bath towels we usually
fought over (I always lost), and a bottle of baby oil.

   "Good thinking," I said, referring to the oil.

   "What?  Oh.  This?" she asked, lifting the bottle.  "Yeah, it didn't
really occur to me that we don't want to do this dry." She blushed a little
as she said, "Besides, like I said, I need to be warmed up a little before
we get to. . .  that." She looked away as she said "that." My sister looked
cute when she was nervous.  "I was thinking that maybe you should, you
know, do me first because when a guy. . .  finishes, he's usually tired."

   I nodded with a smile.  "You might be right." I cleared my throat and
nervously declared, "I, uh, I have a feeling this is going to be a good
one."

   She just smiled and bit her bottom lip.  She walked over and set the
towels and oil on the coffee table.  I picked up a towel and laid it over
her mat.  "Thank you," she smiled.  "Do you care how I wear my hair?"

   "Why would I care about that?" I asked.

   "Because I can leave it up or I can let it down.  Whichever you prefer."
She looked like a girl asking for a compliment, nervously waiting for an
answer.

   "Let it out," I smiled.

   She returned my smile and reached up to release her ponytail.  She
fluffed her hair with her hand and the full blond locks cascaded around her
face and over her shoulders.  She raised her eyebrows with a smile and I
smiled with a nod in return.

   "How do you want me?" she asked, looking at her mat.

   "Whatever's going to be most comfortable."

   "Would you strip with me?" she asked.  "That way it won't feel so
awkward.  This is weird enough as it is."

   I laughed, acknowledging that it certainly was unusual, and then pulled
my shirt off to get us started.  As I stood back up from pushing my shorts
down, I saw that Leah had already removed her shirt and was pushing her
shorts down.  Her breasts jiggled lightly with her movement, and when she
stood back up, she said, "Caught ya," with a smile.

   I didn't say anything, but just knelt on my mat, which was beside hers.
I fully expected her to lie on her back and let me get to work, but she lay
on her stomach and turned her face toward me.  "If you stroke my back a
little, it lets me relax into it.  Is that okay?"

   "Whatever you need," I smiled.

   "Oil?"

   I reached for the oil and my sister closed her eyes, awaiting my touch.
Her breathing was steady and I took the opportunity as I oiled my hands, to
notice her back, but also butt and legs.  Her little butt was round and her
hips flared a little, her legs were long, but not overly thin, and toned. I
placed my hands gently on her back and she took in a sharp breath at my
first contact, but immediately relaxed again.

   My oiled hands glided smoothly across her back and I spent a few minutes
stroking up and down her back, from her shoulders to the swell that
transitioned to her butt.  I didn't touch her butt yet, but I also wasn't
planning to give her a full body massage.  This was just warm-up to help
her achieve sexual release.  "How's that?" I asked quietly.

   "Really good," she sighed.

   "Lower?"

   "Mm-hmm," she nodded.

   I applied a little more oil and moved over her globes, one hand on each
cheek.  She sighed again, only this time it trailed to a moan.  As I
hovered over her, I could smell her excitement.  I began to squeeze her ass
gently and rhythmically as I stroked over them in circles.  Little moans
began to escape her lungs as I worked and her hips would shift.  Her
muscles would clench as she subtly drover her hips into the mat, or they
would lift, just a little, as I approached the bottom of her cheeks.

   I smiled to myself, thoroughly enjoying the exploration and, admittedly,
the pleasure I was creating in a woman.  I've always loved that.  As her
hips rolled and as my hands caressed her back and ass, I began moving lower
and toward the middle.  Her moans and motions became more insistent, and it
emboldened me to progress more quickly toward the goal.  I pressed my
fingertips toward her pussy and she gasped audibly, lifting her hips to
allow me better access.

   "You're wet already, I see," I told her quietly.

   "Mm-hmm," she nodded against the arm where her cheek rested.

   I kept one hand where it was, in the crease where her ass and thigh met,
and I slid the fingertips of the other hand down through her lips.

   "Oh, god," she whined a little above a whisper.

   "I need you to tell me what you want, okay?" My voice was still quiet as
I spoke.  She nodded, never opening her eyes.  I continued to stroke my
fingertips along the split of her labia, grazing steadily from her perineum
to her clitoris.  She whined and moaned and rolled and gasped almost
constantly, but she never spoke.  "Do you want to roll over?"

   "No," she whispered.  She hesitated for just a moment and then pushed
herself back so that she was on her knees, but she had spread them apart.
She rested her cheek on her forearms again, as they where crossed under her
head.

   My response was involuntary.  "Damn," I muttered.  She looked fucking
amazing!  Head down, ass up.

   "Is this okay?" she asked.  "I'm more responsive this way."

   "Yeah, it's. . .  it's fine.  Good.  I mean, if that's what you want."

   "Can you rub my clit and put a finger in me?"

   I swallowed hard and nodded, knowing that she probably didn't see me.  I
reached under her with my left hand and found her clit and began circling
it, much to her delight.  My hip was up against her hip and I was facing
her feet, looking straight down into her beautiful pink asshole, splayed
pussy, and tanned ass and legs.  My erection bumped the side of her hip
where it met her thigh, and I looked down.  I turned a little so that part
of me wasn't touching her and noticed a silver strand of my pre-cum
connecting her hip and my cockhead.  It was thin and it snapped as I pulled
away.  Still I continued to stroke her and the middle finger of my right
hand entered her moist heat.  It felt delicious and my imagination
immediately went to what this would feel like around my dick.

   I continued to thrust into her and soon she began to press back against
my hand in time with my thrusting.  "Add another one," she whined.  I did.
Now my middle and ring fingers entered and re-entered her most sacred place
while my sister groaned her approval.  I would be lying if I said I saw
this as strictly "clinical", a way to help my sister relieve the tension
that the flood of endorphins and hormones caused through exercise.  I
wanted so much to bend over and run my tongue along several parts of her
body.  After I would do that, I would settle in behind her and graze her
labia with my throbbing, dripping head before pressing into her until I was
as far as I could go.

   "Oh, god!" she whined, her hips thrusting back against my hand.  I had
inadvertently increased my speed while I daydreamed and she was working
with me to move herself along.  "Faster," she demanded.  I went faster.  My
shoulder and forearm were beginning to burn from the increased effort, but
I didn't dare quit or even slow down.

   "DAMMIT!" she cried lurching forward off my hand and collapsing onto her
stomach as her body spasmed.  She had reached under herself, landing on her
arm, and her own hand was rubbing quickly across her clit.  Her hips thrust
against her hand and her legs shook, her toes pointed straight out behind
her.  She wailed a single, long cry as her body shook.  I enjoyed watching
her in this most intimate of times.  Her forehead "rested" on her forearm
and she had the towel clenched in her teeth as she came.  Her ass muscles
were tense as the orgasm wracked her body.

   It ended as quickly as it had begun.  Leah lay there, face down on her
towel, panting heavily, her eyes closed as if she were drifting off to
sleep.  After a minute, however, a smile grew on her face and her eyes
opened, making her look as if she were just waking from a nap.

   "Holy crap, Aaron," she smiled, looking up at me, "That was amazing. 
MUCH better than my own hand."

   "I'm glad you enjoyed it," I smiled.  I stood and walked to the small
refrigerator in the corner and pulled out a margarita wine cooler.  They
weren't our favorite, but Mom and Dad always kept some around for nostalgic
reasons from their college and dating days, but were cool with us having
them, too, sparingly.

   As I walked over, Leah sat up and hugged her knees to her chest, her
ankles crossed.  She accepted the bottle, which I had already opened, and
thanked me.  Her face was covered in a sheen of sweat, and I noticed as I
looked, that her entire front was slick, as well.  She saw me looking and
looked down at herself, smiling.  She extended her legs out in front of
her, crossing her ankles again and rested on one arm extended slightly
behind her.  "I guess there's nothing to hide after that, huh?" she asked.

   "Not really, no." Her little nipples were rock hard.  "You, uh, you want
to go for another one?"

   She looked at her bottle as she asked, "Are you that anxious to get your
fingers back inside me?" she asked with a smirk.

   "I'm just trying to make sure you're satisfied."

   "Uh huh."

   "What?  I am!"

   "No, I believe you," she countered unconvincingly.

   "Well, you're not the only one in need, here."

   "I can see that." She took a sip from her bottle and set it on the
coffee table.  She stood and said, "Let's take care of your little problem
and go from there." She pulled two sofa cushions off the couch and set them
up in front of it so I could lean on them comfortably while still sitting
on the yoga mat on the floor.  She unfolded the other towel and laid it out
flat on my mat.  Before I could sit down, however, she told me to wait, and
she sat down on the mat, right up against cushions and leaned back on them.
"Get the oil."

   After grabbing the oil, I watched her spread her legs and pat the towel
between her thighs.  I raised my eyebrows and she nodded, "Have a seat."
When I sat down, she laughed.  "Don't be shy," she said.  "Scoot back nice
and close.  I scooted back as far as I could, my ass and lower back pressed
up against her.  She pulled back on my shoulders and I leaned back against
her.  This was nice.  "There.  Isn't that better?" she whispered in my ear.

   I swallowed hard and nodded.  I watched as her arms reached around
either side of my chest, one hand pouring oil into the other before the
hand with the bottle disappeared and came back empty.  She rubbed her hands
together and began stroking over my chest and stomach and up and down my
arms.  Her touch was light and smooth and she was very deliberate with her
movements.  I could hear her breath quietly escape her nostrils by my right
ear and tickle at my ear and cheek.

   I was at full mast, again dripping from our time together.  Her hands
coasted over my chest and stomach, paying less and less attention to my
chest.  Soon enough her right hand disappeared again and she returned it
with the baby oil bottle.  She poured a little onto the head of my swollen
prick and her left hand smeared it around while she set the bottle to the
side again.  Immediately, jolts of electricity shot back to my anus,
causing me to jump and for my rear end to clench up.  Her right hand joined
her left and she coated my shaft and balls, gently stroking over me.

   This was unbelievable.  I'd had handjobs before, but no one really
invested in it like this; there was no buildup like what Leah was doing. 
She slid both hands down my shaft and ran her fingers through the curls of
my pubic hair, scratching lightly at me before her palms again cruised over
my stomach and chest.  I heard her moan lightly as she rubbed my stomach
before sliding her hands back down, wrapping one around my shaft and the
other cupping and massaging my balls.

   "What do you want me to do?" she asked quietly.

   "Damn, Leah.  You're already doing everything right." I didn't even open
my eyes.

   She whispered in my ear.  "Do you want me to keep playing?  Or are you
ready to come?"

   "I'm ready whenever you are."

   "If I make you come now, it won't be as good as if I draw it out."

   She was right, I knew.  "Doing you first worked me up enough that I
think it's already going to be pretty huge."

   "Really?" she sighed, squeezing my cock around the base.

   "OH!" I grunted.  "Yeah."

   "You liked making me come?"

   "Definitely."

   "I liked it, too," she breathed, loosely stroking me.  "Do you want to
do it again?"

   I whispered, "Yes."

   "Right now?"

   I nodded.

   "We can do that.  Doing this for you has kept me revved up."

   "Can I just do it with you sitting right there?  I want. . .  I want to
see your face and body when you come."

   "If that's what you want." Her voice was raspy now.

   I turned around to look her in the eye.  "That's what I want."

   She bit her bottom lip and smiled a sexy little smile.  I felt a mix of
relief and excitement.  I turned around and backed up before pulling the
other mat over next to hers.  I didn't want to sit directly between her
legs because that would make for an uncomfortable reach, but rather felt it
better to sit next to her and reach across myself.

   My sister sighed and dropped her head back onto the couch cushion when
my hand rested on her thigh.  I dragged my fingers up over her hip and
across to her belly button, circling it and causing her to giggle, before
pushing my hand down to her sparse, trimmed bush.  She was wet enough that
I didn't feel the need to waste any time in building her up, and I
continued down further so that my index and middle fingers were on one side
of her slit and the ring and pinky fingers were on the other.  She cooed at
my touch and I pressed my fingers together, capturing her lips between my
middle and ring fingers before pulling my hand away and stretching her
labia.

   "Shit," she breathed.  "This won't take long."

   I smiled to myself and looking at her face to see her reaction, I cupped
her mound and rotated my ring and middle fingers around her vaginal
opening, massaging the entrance.  She moaned and her stomach flinched. 
Keeping my palm flat against her clitoris, I pressed my fingers into her.
"Fffuu-!" she breathed, gripping the towel with one hand and my thigh with
the other.  She had a death grip on me as she gasped and groaned while I
worked my hand steadily on her.  I still held my palm flat and my fingers
buried, but I would press my hand downward, palm firmly against her, and
bury my fingers; I smoothly reversed, pulling my hand back up, which
withdrew my fingers.

   Leah was clearly in heaven and her body convulsed in tiny little spasms,
which caused her modest breasts to bounce.  Her nipples danced invitingly,
and I couldn't help myself.  I quickly latched my mouth onto her nipple,
bringing a cursing squeal from her.  I felt her jerk her head up, but I
couldn't see it.  Rather than pushing me off or yelling at me, which I kind
of expected actually, she reached up and pinched her other nipple while
also gripping my cock.

   "Suck it, Aaron!" she demanded.  "Lick my nipple 'til I come!"

   Her juices were flowing over my palm and fingers.  My index finger and
pinky stroked her vulva as my two middle fingers thrust into her, my palm
stroked her clit and lips, and my mouth worked her nipple.  This all proved
to be too much for her and she quickly clamped onto my fingers and
stiffened up.

   Even though her strokes became short and sporadic, her hand was still
covered in oil, her body was covered in oil, I had a nipple in my mouth,
and I was too far gone to hold back.

   "Here it comes!" I cried, lifting my head from her tit.

   She looked down at the cock she was now quickly stroking and breathed,
"Oh, yeah, come for me."

   I couldn't help but cry out as one of the most intense orgasms of my
life tore through me!  I could barely hear Leah coo her encouragement, but
when I was finally able to open my eyes, she was looking at me with a
smile, the corner of her bottom lip between her bared teeth.  She was still
pulling slowly, making sure she got it all.

   I was wiped out and dropped my forehead on her shoulder.  She turned her
face and kissed me on the top of my head.  "Thank you," she whispered. 
"That was amazing."

   I nodded, still trying to catch my breath.  I lifted my head and noticed
she was looking down at herself.  My eyes went wide when I looked down with
her.  Her torso was covered in cum.  Not only was she slick with oil and
sweat, but she had several streaks of my semen across her chest and
stomach, a small puddle on her hip, and the webbing between her thumb and
forefinger was loaded with the last bit that she had squeezed out of me,
which had apparently rolled down onto her hand.

   "I'm sorry.  That's a huge mess."

   "Don't apologize!" she said.  "That means I did good!  Besides," she
said more quietly, looking me in the eyes, "I like making a man come that
much.  I think it's hot."

   I smiled, but also blushed a little.  It appeared the experiment was
over and reality was starting to set in.  "I'd better get cleaned up."

   "Yeah, me, too."

   I got up off my towel and knelt onto the mat again, draping my towel
over her body.  I used the corner to clean her hand and wiped myself off
while she used the main section of the towel to wipe herself down.

   She stood and balled the towel and walked over to the refrigerator.  She
brought me a cooler like I had done for her earlier, while I rolled up the
yoga mats.  She put the cushions back on the couch and smiled at me.  "You
wanna watch a movie?" she asked.

   "Sure."

   Instead of going upstairs, we watched one of our favorites on the big
screen in the lounge, trying to find some semblance of normality after what
could only be considered an inappropriate sibling experience.  By the end
of the movie, each of us with another cooler, some popcorn and Twizzlers in
us, we were pretty much back to our old selves.

   As I ascended the stairs to my room, following behind Leah, I couldn't
help but notice her ass again.  Those lounge pants might as well have been
nonexistent.  I had seen that butt and touched it.  And I loved every
second.

   "Night, Aaron," said Leah as I walked past to my own room.  I stopped
and turned.

   "Good night."

   She hesitated a moment.  "Thanks again," she said, almost shyly.

   "My pleasure," I smiled.  "And thank you."

   She smiled and nodded before turning and closing her door behind her.

   As I turned to go to my room, her door opened again and she quickly
reminded me, "Yoga day tomorrow.  8:30." Again her door quickly closed.

   I smiled.  Tomorrow was yoga day.

   ******

   I looked out the window of my room to make sure, and to my relief,
Sara's car was not in the driveway or at the curb.  She had apparently gone
home after Leah and I went to bed, and after returning from her evening
with her friends.  I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, then put on
some of my running shorts, not bothering with a shirt.

   As I entered the kitchen to grab some breakfast, a mixture of
nervousness and excitement stirred my gut.  Leah turned to see me and
smiled around her straw, sipping the fruit smoothie she had made.  "Help
yourself," she said, pointing her cup at the counter.  I picked up the
blender pitcher and poured the yellowish green blend into the cup.

   I held it up and examined it, not quite sure what to think.

   "Pineapple, orange, banana, and kale," she offered.

   "Pretty good," I said after taking a sip.  "Thank you."

   I sat down across from her at the table and she said, "Still feel all
right?"

   "I feel great.  You?"

   "Slept like a baby," she smiled.

   "So we're still okay?" I asked.  She nodded with wide eyes.  "Good.  I
thought maybe things might be. . .  you know."

   "Nope.  I'm good."

   "Whew!" I said, wiping the back of my hand across my forehead with an
exaggerated flourish, flinging the imagined sweat to the floor.  Leah just
laughed, making me laugh.

   We talked for a few minutes as we finished our smoothies before I
followed her down the stairs as she talked.  "New positions today, along
with some of the same ones we did yesterday.  I want you to really push
yourself, okay?  Don't hold back.  I'll keep an eye on you."

   "Yeah, okay."

   Her laptop was already set up and the television had a logo bouncing
randomly around the screen, letting me know that she had set everything up
a while ago.  She pressed a button on the remote and a beautiful couple was
frozen on screen in what I could only assume was a more advanced yoga
position.

   Without hesitation, Leah pulled her tank top over her head, looking at
me with a smile.  I smiled back and pushed my shorts down as she did the
same, once again both of us comfortably naked.

   "I guess I didn't do as good a job as I thought last night," she smiled.
I looked down and confirmed what I had already known: I was hard again.

   "Nope, that's not it.  Try again."

   "Morning wood?"

   I shook my head.

   She simply gestured to herself by running her hands quickly from her
shoulders to her hips like a model showcasing a car on a game show.  Her
eyebrows were raised questioningly as she did it, as if looking for
confirmation.

   I nodded with a smile.

   "Even better," she said.  She surprised me next by touching herself
between her legs and extending her hand to show me her wet fingers.  I
could only smile in response.  "Shall we?" she asked, motioning to the
mats.

   "Let's."

   We began the same as we had the last time, back to back, and repeated
many of the same poses.  This time, however, she had me sit across from her
and sit closer, draping my legs over hers so that the backs of my knees
rested on her upper thighs near her hips.  She then prompted me to lean
forward and lower my head.  She pushed gently on my back until I told her I
could feel the stretch.  My neck and back were stretched in this position
and the top of my head was against her body, just beneath her breasts.  I
could see and smell her flowered pussy, which of course did nothing to
reduce my erection.

   After a short time, she directed me to do the same to her, so I removed
my legs and she took the top position.  As she tucked her head and bent
down, I knew what she could see, but I also knew I had an obstruction that
she didn't have.  What I did NOT know, however, was just how flexible she
was.  As I pressed down on her upper back, I kept waiting for her to tell
me to stop, but she kept sinking lower and lower.  She began laughing, so I
stopped, but then I felt her hand grip my shaft and press it down until it
was sticking out instead of up.  "Okay," she giggled, "Keep going." She was
able to go a couple more inches.

   A short time later I let her up and she let go, my erection smacking
against my stomach.  She laughed again, drawing a snicker out of me before
she stood and helped me to my feet.  "Okay, we're going to do a couple of
the standing poses we did last time and then a couple of new ones." She
prompted me to stand behind her and to press on her back as she spread her
legs and, keeping her legs and back straight, began bending forward.  I
pressed, fully aware of my proximity to her ass and pussy.

   This was uncomfortably exciting.  When I say that, I don't mean I was so
excited it hurt, but rather, I knew that standing directly behind my naked
sister, who was excited, and being naked and excited myself, the natural
thing to do would be to drive myself into her.  Too much, I thought,
shaking my head to clear the thought.  I tried instead to focus on the
yoga. Besides, if last night was any indication, then she would be happy to
relieve me afterward, and I knew I was more than willing to relieve her. 
No need to get excessively inappropriate.

   "Whoa!!  What the hell?!" Leah jerked herself up and stepped away in a
flash.  "What the fuck is this?!" Sara's face was red and she was clearly
pissed.  She took two steps toward me and shoved me hard in the chest,
forcing me to collapse onto the sofa behind me.

   "Sara!" Leah called as our sister pushed her away, more gently than she
did to me, to keep some distance between us.  "Wait!"

   "What the fuck is wrong with you, Aaron?!" she yelled, turning her
attention back to me.  Leah was still calling her name and gripping at her
arm, trying to keep her back and turn her around so she could talk, but
Sara's rage was burning against me.  Her eyes were filled with hate-tears
and she was seething.  "How the hell could you do this?!"

   "SARA!  STOP!!" Leah cried.

   Sara jerked her arm away and as I stood, saying, "I can expl--"

   SMACK!!

   My face stung and things went blurry as I landed on the couch again.

   "SARA!!" Leah finally gathered all her strength to yank our sister away
from me and practically landed on me, covering my body with her own as she
sat on the couch in front of me.  "STOP IT!" She turned to me, but I could
barely see her.  I was still stunned and dazed, probably a mix of the shock
of the moment and the impact from my big sister's palm against my jaw. 
"Aaron, are you okay?  Aaron?" I could hear the worry and fear in her
voice.

   "Yeah," I croaked.  "I think so."

   "Can you sit up?"

   "Yeah." She helped me up to a sitting position and pulled the blanket
from the back of the couch, quickly draping it over my midsection.

   She stood up and pointed to Sara.  "Don't move!" I looked at Sara and
she was standing with arms crossed, shooting daggers at me with her eyes.
Leah was at the wet bar running water over a small towel.  She folded it as
she walked back over and pressed it gently against my cheek.  I held it
there, nodding in appreciation and Leah stood and pulled on her shorts and
tank top again.

   "What's this all about?!" Sara asked coldly.

   "Sit down," Leah answered.

   "I don't want to--"

   "SIT!" she yelled, pointing at the chair behind Sara.  Sara jumped,
surprised at Leah's demeanor, I guess, and sat in the chair, still leaning
forward, her elbows on her knees.

   Leah sat down next to me and sighed before trying to explain how things
had unfurled between us.  Sara asked questions, harshly at first, but soon
enough she appeared to really try to understand.  Leah didn't tell her
about our time together last night after Sara had left, and I wasn't going
to mention it until Leah was willing to share that.  We were already
potentially in hot water and I didn't want to guarantee it.

   I mostly listened as Sara and Leah talked.  I found out more about both
of them than I would have expected.  Leah wasn't defensive, but did begin
to express more about her recent relationship failures and a couple of the
jerks she had dated.  Sara began to share a little in understanding,
finding a common ground I think.  As for me, I took it all in, listening,
soaking, trying to understand.

   Eventually, Sara turned to look at me.  "I'm sorry I hit you," she said.
She took a deep breath and continued.  "I just saw you both naked and it
looked to me like you were taking advantage of her.  I overreacted.  I
should have known better, but I was just so shocked to see that, you know?
So, I'm sorry.  Please forgive me."

   "Of course," I smiled.  "Nothing to forgive." I stroked my cheek.  "That
said, you want to kiss it and make it better?"

   She just smiled and walked over before bending forward to kiss me on the
cheek she had slapped.  "Better?" she asked.

   "Getting there," I smiled.  She stood and smiled back.

   "Hey, I thought you had gone back home last night," Leah said.  "Your
car was gone and you didn't come in last night."

   "No, I did, but it was really late and you guys were already in bed.  I
got up early and went to get some things done, but I'm leaving in a little
while.  I got us some bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches from Louie's.  I
thought it might be a nice breakfast.  They're probably cold now," she
shrugged.

   "That's cool," I said, standing up.  "I can just toss 'em in the toaster
oven for a couple of minutes.

   Leah just started laughing and Sara looked away, trying not to smile.  I
had forgotten I was naked under the blanket and when I stood up, it fell to
the floor.  I laughed and quickly covered myself.  Leah tossed me my shorts
and I quickly pulled them on, apologizing to the ladies.  I led the way to
the kitchen and we talked and laughed while waiting for the sandwiches to
warm, and eating together.

   After a period of silence, Sara finally asked, "So. . .  you two haven't
done anything, right?"

   Leah and I briefly looked at each other.

   "Oh, shit, you have!"

   "Come on, Sara, it's not like that," defended Leah.

   "What do you mean?" she asked, suspicious.

   "We just. . .  touched a little," I answered.  Leah looked at me, but
didn't give any indication as to how she felt about me saying it.

   "What do you mean, 'touched a little'?"

   "I told Leah that the yoga made me a little horny and that whacking it
didn't really help that much.  She said that someone else's hand is always
better than your own, and then we decided to try and help each other out.
We just. . .  masturbated. . .each other.  That's it, I swear."

   "That's enough!" she said.

   "Come on, Sara, you weren't here," Leah answered.  "And neither of us is
dating anyone.  We were both pretty worked up, not just from yoga, but from
just general stuff anyway, and not having sexual release, we didn't see the
harm in lending a hand.  We talked about it for a while beforehand.  It's
no big deal."

   "You're brother and sister!"

   "We know!" I defended.  "Listen, Sara, you said yourself that Jonathan
isn't interested in taking care of you, so you know what it's like to have
to take care of yourself, right?" She shrugged before nodding in response.
"And you know the difference between doing it yourself and having someone
else do it for you.  That's all it was."

   Sara looked between the two of us and Leah nodded, eyebrows raised.

   "I don't know."

   "You want in on it?" Sara and I both looked at Leah wide-eyed,
disbelieving her offer.

   "What?" Sara cried, half laughing.  "I don't think so!"

   "Why not?"

   "Leah, you're my brother and sister!  This is way out there in left
field.  Besides," she shrugged, "I have a boyfriend and this would be like
cheating."

   "So it's more about the cheating than the fact that we're related."

   "You're putting words in my mouth."

   "It's not as weird as you would think," I said.  "We thought the same
thing at first, but once it started, it was just. . .  nice."

   "Yeah, I don't think so."

   "Tell you what, Aaron and I will get undressed while you think about it;
then you can get used to the idea of us being naked.  And if you want to do
it, you don't even have to get undressed.  We can just reach under your
shorts."

   "We?" I asked.

   "What?  I want her to be comfortable." She looked at Sara.  "If it'd
make you more comfortable, I can do it for you.  Aaron won't even have to
touch you."

   I was blown away once again.

   "What?  No.  I'm not into girls.  Thanks, though."

   "Then I'll do it.  And you can even imagine it's Jonathan.  Like he's
making an effort, trying to please you.  You can even call me Jonathan if
you want.  I'm cool."

   She seemed to be considering it, looking back and forth at Leah, then at
me.  A little more than about a minute later, Leah simply stood up and took
off her shirt before pushing her shorts down and dropping them both on the
kitchen table.  Knowing what she was expecting, I stood and removed my
shorts and dropped them beside Leah's.

   I could tell Sara was trying not to look, but her curiosity apparently
got the best of her.  I kind of liked being looked at, appreciated.  Leah
was now shameless.  She actually reached over and took hold of me, stroking
me gently, bringing me to full mast in front of our older sister.  I
mirrored her actions, reaching over to run my hand along her labia.

   "See?" Leah said.  "We're just helping each other relieve a little
tension.  And we want you to join us.  Let us help you out."

   Sara still looked suspicious, even though she seemed to be tempted as
she watched.

   "I don't have to touch either of you, right?"

   "Nope.  This will be us helping you."

   "And no one's going to find out?" She licked her lips.

   "Promise.  Not a word."

   "Who's going to do it?"

   "Who do you want?"

   She shrugged shyly.

   "You want both of us?" Leah asked quietly, as if trying to soothe a
child.

   Sara looked up at Leah's face.  Leah and I were still touching,
stroking. After a moment she nodded.  Leah smiled.

   "Do you want to get undressed first?"

   "I don't think so." She sounded uncertain.

   "Underwear, then?"

   Again a pause.  "I guess that would be all right."

   "Let's move back down to the basement," Leah suggested, letting go of
me. Sara stood and began putting the dishes in the sink.  "Aaron, go get us
some towels and the oil, please."

   I pulled three towels from the closet in the bathroom, and grabbed the
bottle of oil we used last night.  I couldn't believe this was happening. I
was excited to see Sara's body, even in underwear.  Her curves and fuller
breasts and hips were exciting.  The contrast between her body and Leah's
was going to bring a new level of excitement to this, but I had to maintain
control and remember the purpose of this was not seduction of either of
them, but just sexual release.

   As I landed on the bottom steps of the basement stairs and could see
into the room, I was just in time to see Sara's hair fall back into place
as she pulled her arm out of the shirt, which now hung on her right arm. 
Her hourglass figure was amazing!  Her narrow waist and full hips showed
her to be as different from Leah as I had imagined she would be.  Leah's
thin, fit frame and blonde hair stood in stark contrast to Sara's darker
hair and fuller figure.

   Sara turned to me and covered her breasts with her forearms, smiling
shyly.  "Um. . .  hi."

   "Hi." I smiled and walked toward them, but moved past Sara so that she
wouldn't think I was staring.  This would be awkward enough for her as it
was.  Hell, it was generally awkward anyway, but Sara seemed especially
skittish compared to Leah.  I handed Leah the towels and the oil.  She
thanked me and asked me to lay out the mats.

   "Sara said that she wants to watch us first so she can still change her
mind.  I told her that was okay with me.  What do you think?"

   "That's fine, I guess," I said, looking at Sara.  She looked at the
floor.  I turned back to Leah.  "Besides, she's already seen us." Leah
nodded and we both took our seats on the towel-covered mats.  We looked
over at Sara.  She had settled onto the couch in just bra and jeans, having
failed to remove her pants.  That was okay, I thought.

   Leah looked at me.  "Who first?"

   "Last time I did you first, remember?  I can do that again if you want."

   She looked down.  "You look ready.  Doing you will get me ready." I
nodded with a smile and she caressed my chest, sliding down to my stomach
and rubbing along my body.  Her touch sent tingles to all the right places,
and I began to respond.  My already erect prick began to swell even more,
the veins becoming more prominent and the head becoming even more
pronounced.  Leah smiled at me as her hand moved over my thatch of brown
hair and encircled my shaft loosely at the base.

   My sister climbed over my thighs, facing me as she straddled my knees.
This caused her lips to splay open over me, allowing me to see the
moisture, which had already gathered there.  She poured the oil over my
head as her other hand began to caress me in earnest.  She put the oil down
on the towel beside us and used both hands to begin working me over.  Her
hips began to roll, making her soft, firm ass glide across my knees and
thighs.

   I picked up the oil and coated my hands, reaching forward to stroke Leah
along her hips and thighs.  She smiled at me when I reached for her, and
her eyes closed when I touched her while she continued to stroke me.  I was
even more excited now, having felt the wet heat of her own arousal as she
worked me toward my release.  I slipped my middle finger over her clitoris,
sliding it forward and backward from her clit to the vaginal opening.  She
gasped and her hips stuttered.  She rose up off my legs a little, making it
easier for me to reach her and she scooted a little bit forward.

   My cock, now dripping pre-cum, was less than a foot away from her spread
lips.  Her hands gripped me tightly and moved freely, my fluids adding to
the slickness of the oil.  My finger was now dipping into her on every pass
before gliding forward again to graze her clitoris.  Her hips began to move
faster, just a little, but enough.

   I was surprised when her forehead landed on my chest.  She had collapsed
onto me with a groan as she came on my fingers.  I couldn't believe she had
come first, but she had.  Not by long, however.  I immediately fired off,
knowing I had made her come, which had also caused her grip to tighten,
even as she worked to stroke me to climax, even though she had lost the
steady rhythm she had been using.

   "Oh, wow," Sara whispered.  I had forgotten she was here, I was so
wrapped up in Leah and me.  I looked over to see her slack-jawed.  "That
was so beautiful.  I had no idea." She looked me in the eye and smiled.  "I
think I understand now."

   Leah sat up, settling back onto me legs, still trying to catch her
breath.  Her nipples were still hard, but she looked relaxed.  "Oh, my
god," Sara said, covering her mouth.

   "What?" Leah asked, looking to our sister.  "You're. . .  you've got. .
." Sara wiped her hand across her own cheek.

   I looked back to Leah's face and saw a streak of my semen low on her
face, right at her dimple.  It was so sexy.  I noticed that most of my
semen had ejected with such force that it hit her in the face, neck, and
chest before dribbling back onto my own stomach.

   "What?" asked Leah, touching her cheek.  "Oh!" Her eyes registered her
surprise when she touched the wet streak.  She smiled and shrugged when she
looked down and saw the rest of it.  She started to laugh a little, causing
Sara and I to do the same.  That seemed to lighten the mood a little bit.

   Leah used a wet bar towel to clean up both of us before she stood in
front of Sara.  Leah was still naked, and so was I.  "Well?" said Leah. 
"You still up for this?"

   "I think so," Sara smiled nervously.

   "What did you think about watching?" asked Leah.

   "It was. . .  beautiful."

   "Did it turn you on?"

   "A little."

   "Good," she smiled.  "Let's get those jeans off, then." She held out her
hand and Sara took it, standing next to her sister and placing her hands on
the button of her waistband.

   She turned around so that her back was to us, and wiggled out of her
jeans.  Her panties matched her bra, both of them being a lacy navy blue.
The panties were bikini style, high cut on the hip with narrow center
strips.  When she pushed her jeans down, they grabbed her panties and they
were pulled halfway down her butt, giving a glorious view of her full,
round cheeks.  Leah looked at me with raised eyebrows and I just smiled
back.  Sara pushed her jeans further down and then reached back to pull up
her panties so that she was covered again.

   After slipping her jeans off her feet and draping them over the opposite
arm of the couch, she turned to face us.  She was amazing.

   "You're so beautiful," Leah complimented with a smile.

   "Absolutely," I agreed.

   "Thank you.  Um, where should I. . ." she looked around as if trying to
decide where to sit.

   Leah said, "We've only sat on the floor, on the mats.  If you want the
couch with, like, one of us on each side, we can do that, but we'll need to
put towels on it first."

   "Why?  I mean, I don't. . .  um. . .  ejaculate." Sara looked
embarrassed.

   "Doesn't matter," smiled Leah.  "We might use oil to help out, or who
knows?  You might even surprise yourself."

   "Oh.  Okay," she shrugged before sitting on the green mat.

   Leah sat on one side of Sara and I sat on the other.  "What do you need
to get warmed up?" Leah asked, her hand on Sara's knee.

   "I usually start with kissing, but I don't think that's a good idea. 
Afterward, touching helps.  Honestly, though, watching you two has already
warmed me up some."

   "Great!" smiled Leah.  "Just lean back against the couch, close your
eyes and enjoy this.  If you want either of us to do something different,
just ask."

   Sara took a deep breath and nodded before leaning back against the
cushions Leah had stacked against the couch.  We both rested on our hips
and I followed Leah's lead, doing to one side of Sara's body what Leah was
doing to the other side.  When Leah stroked Sara's thigh, I did the same;
when she pulled her knee to the side to open her up, I opened the other
leg. After seeing that Sara was not objecting and had seemed to relax, I
began to do things differently so that she was able to enjoy multiple
sensations.  I also enjoyed touching her body and discovering her for
myself.

   Sara inhaled sharply and I noticed Leah's hand had moved up her inner
thigh to graze Sara's panty covered crotch.  The look in Leah's eyes told
me she wasn't just doing this for Sara, but was truly enjoying herself. 
Was I witnessing her first thoughts of being with a woman?  She looked up
at me and shook her head with a smile, mouthing "So hot!  Oh, my god!" I
could only smile and nod.

   I moved my hand up Sara's arm and grazed my finger down her upper chest
toward the cup of her bra.  At this point Leah was cupping and stroking her
sister's pussy through her panties.  Sara's breathing had picked up and I
saw her look down to see her sister's hand touching her.  I thought I would
take the chance and gently cup her breast through her bra.  Her eyes
diverted to my hand and she looked up to my face, smiling a little before
closing her eyes and dropping her head back again.

   "Is this okay?" Leah asked quietly.

   "So good," sighed Sara.

   I moved to the other breast and lightly squeezed and cupped her through
her bra.  As I alternated between them and began exploring her nipples,
which were bumps through her bra, I would gently pinch at them, bringing a
gasp and a subtle arch of her back, pressing her breast against my hand. 
By this time Leah had her fingertips tucked into Sara's waistband and
gliding across her belly from hip to hip.  On the next pass she pressed
further in and soon enough her entire hand was hidden beneath the fabric
and I could see her knuckles circle as Sara was pleasured at what I could
only assume was her clitoris.

   Her breathing had picked up and I could smell a woman's arousal.  Maybe
it was hers, maybe Leah's.  Maybe both.  But it was strong and it was
unmistakable.

   Seeing Leah's hand in Sara's panties gave me the boldness to try and
reach into her bra.  My fingers slid down her upper breast and pressed into
her top.  I quickly felt the soft skin of her areola before feeling her
large rubbery nipple.  I was able to begin caressing, pinching, rolling and
enjoying her nipple and her breast, before again appreciating its twin.

   Sara was making noises now, seeking her own pleasure.  She finally
pulled my hand away quickly, in exasperation, saying, "Fuck it!" She
quickly sat up and reached back to remove her bra before dropping back,
grabbing my hand and placing it back on her now bare breast.  She quickly
lifted up enough to shove her panties down and off, dropping them on the
floor next to her bra.  Leah quickly put her hand back on Sara's pussy, now
playing and watching.

   Sara's breasts were amazing, just as I had suspected.  They were large,
fitting her frame well, with large pink areolae and nipples.  I opened the
bottle and poured some oil in my hand.  Leah stuck her hand out to me and I
poured some into hers as well.  We both quickly rubbed our hands together
before working on Sara's body again.

   "Oh, wow!" Sara gasped.  "That feels amazing." She was free with her
expression now, and I was responding to her expressions of sexual arousal.
My erection grew to full mast from a swollen semi.  I used one hand on her
breast and the other moved down to join Leah's at her pussy.  Leah looked
up at me and smiled.  She held my hand and moved it to Sara's clit.  The
hand that Leah had been using moved down and she slid her middle and ring
fingers inside her sister, bringing a gasp and a moan from Sara.

   Leah's other hand moved up to Sara's breast.  Now Sara had her brother
and sister each playing with one tit and her pussy.  Her hips began to roll
now and we could see and feel her getting closer.  Her hand grabbed my
thigh and squeezed.  She looked down to see her siblings bringing her to
the point of orgasm, her body slick and shiny with the oil, and I guess the
visual sent her over the edge because she cried out quietly, squeaking
through her orgasm.

   Leah pulled her hand away and I followed suit.  Sara looked so beautiful
as she sat there quietly trying to catch her breath.  "Oh, my god," she
said with a smile.  "That was so much better than I thought it would be."

   "See?" laughed Leah.  "Pretty nice, huh?"

   "Oh, yeah," laughed Sara.  "Having both of you do it was like an
overload on my brain.  You were both doing something different and it was
just crazy!"

   "I have a confession to make," Leah said.  "It got me worked up, too."

   "I can see that Aaron enjoyed it," laughed Sara.

   "Well, you're both so beautiful," I said.  "Can you blame me?"

   Sara cleared her throat.  "If you guys are cool with it, I think I'd
like to help you guys out, too."

   "Really?" asked Leah.

   Sara nodded.  "I mean, we're already past the modesty, and I've already
had a girl touching me, so I think I might like to try to, you know, do
that to both of you."

   "Awesome!" Leah cried.  "Hey!  You want to help me do Aaron again, and
then you guys can both do me?"

   "I'm in!" I smiled.

   "Hell, yeah!" said Leah with a laugh.

   It wasn't very long before I felt two sets of oiled hands on my body. 
Sara and Leah were such a contrast in physical appearance, but also in
personality.  I could feel the difference between them in the way they
approached bringing me sexual pleasure.  Not long after they began, they
worked together to bring me to a roaring climax.  My chest and stomach, and
their hands, were spattered with cum.  After cleaning up, we both worked on
Leah, and she was ready just like she said she was.  It didn't take her
long at all.  For someone who had never done anything with another woman
before, Sara sure knew her way around Leah's body, although I guess that
makes sense.

   Sara had to go home after lunch and we all hugged good-bye, knowing that
what we had shared was special and that we were all good again.  I went to
take a shower and I had only been in for a couple of minutes when the glass
door opened and Leah stepped in.

   "That was so much fun," she said, pulling the door closed behind her.

   "Leah!  What are you doing?"

   "Like this is a big deal," she said, rolling her eyes.  "We've been
masturbating together and masturbating each other, and now the shower is
private?"

   "Sorry.  We just hadn't talked about it."

   "Yeah.  Fun, though, right?" she asked, wetting her hair.  Her nipples
were pointed right at me as she tilted her head back into the stream.

   "Lots of fun," I answered.  I didn't even think about it, but just
cupped her breasts, my cock swelling rapidly.

   She yelped and looked at me.  "And just what are you doing?" she asked
with a smile.

   "It's not like I haven't already touched you, right?"

   She bit her lip and shrugged.  I continued to cup her modest breasts and
lightly pinched her nipples.  "If I recall, you've already sucked on them."

   I smiled and bent down to take one in my mouth.  She gasped and moaned,
and I felt her hand grip my shaft.  As I licked and sucked on her nipples,
I reached down and cupped her ass, squeezing her globes as the water ran
over my hands.  She buried her face in my neck and continued to stroke me
when I stood back up.  I reached under her and ran my fingers along her
lips as I squeezed her ass with my other hand.  I saw her pinching and
pulling on her own nipple, and squeezing her own breast as we touched.  She
began writhing against my hand and panting in my ear.  "Oh, god, Aaron. 
Keep doing that," she whimpered.

   Her arm wrapped around me, pulling us closer together and her hips moved
faster in shorter strokes.  Her clit was grazing across my palm and my
fingertips entered her just a little each time she came forward, and then
they slid out each time she moved back.  Her hand stopped stroking when she
bit my neck and groaned through her teeth, convulsing on my hand.

   She slid down my chest tiredly, her hand regaining a very light grip on
my shaft and caressing me.  When she looked up at me she raised her
eyebrows with a coy smile.  I had been busted sucking on my fingers.

   "That wasn't part of the plan," she said bemusedly.

   I cleared my throat.  "I couldn't help it."

   "Uh-huh." She grabbed the conditioner off the shelf and poured a
generous amount in her hand before lowering to her knees in front of me.  I
was rock hard and my sister's face inches from my cock, was not going to do
anything to alleviate that.  Leah massaged the cream all over my cock and
balls, her hands gently gliding over my skin.  She looked as if she was
inspecting it, looking at it from every angle, pressing it up against my
stomach, pushing it gently to each side.  "I haven't really had a chance to
get a good look at you," she said as she continued to examine me.  "It's
nice."

   "Uh, thanks?"

   "What was that?" she laughed.  "I just paid you a compliment and that's
the best you've got?  When I say it's nice, I mean it.  Good size, nice
shape, full veins, good head size, even coloring.  It's a work of art," she
said, smiling up at me.

   She looked so beautiful.  Okay, she looked sexy.  Her hair was wet, her
nipples were hard, her eye makeup had run just a little, just enough to
make her eyes look dark and smoky, but not leaving streaks down her face.
"You're beautiful, too," I smiled.  "I mean, all over, but your. . .  uh. .
.  your. . ."

   "Pussy?" she smiled.

   I nodded.  "Yeah."

   "Say it," she said, stroking me smoothly, her hand bumping the ridge as
she looked up at me.

   "Your. . .  pussy."

   "Mmmm, I like when you call it that.  Now tell me it's beautiful."

   "It's beautiful."

   "Nope.  Say it." She smiled, lightly stroking me, but looking me in the
eye.

   "You have a beautiful pussy, Leah." Her eyes closed and she flinched,
but continued to stroke me.

   Never opening her eyes, she asked, "What makes my pussy beautiful?"

   "The first thing I noticed was your hair, the way you keep it trimmed.
It's womanly, yet refined.  It shows that you take care of it, pay
attention to it.  The lips are perfect, a beautiful swollen pink, sticking
out to be touched.  Their softness felt good in my hands and I like how
they spread open for me when I touch them.  I like the look and the smell
and. . .  and the taste." She gasped sharply, her eyes still closed. 
"There's nothing about it that doesn't appeal to me."

   She opened her eyes and looked up at me, still stroking me slowly,
bringing me gently to the edge.  "Thank you," she said quietly.  "That's
very sweet to hear.  And it's so sexy to hear you describe me that way." I
just smiled in return and we looked into each other's eyes for a moment. 
"Now," she said, twisting her fist around the shaft, and cupping my balls
with her other hand, "Let's get you finished up."

   Leah began using a variety of techniques to bring me around more
quickly. I gripped the towel bar as she lengthened her strokes, caressed my
balls, and ran her finger back over my perineum.  I was throbbing and began
breathing heavily as my stomach tensed and the tingle stirred behind my
balls.

   "I liked having it on me earlier.  Do it again.  Paint me with your
cum," she demanded.  I twitched in her hand and groaned.

   "Here it is!" I grunted, involuntarily pinching my eyes closed.  I
grunted with the first blast and heard Leah squeal before laughing.  She
continued to laugh and comment as she pumped, drawing more out of me.  Soon
my climax was over and I was instantly sensitive.  I gripped my shaft and
stepped back, hinting at her to let go.  She did and I opened my eyes.

   She sat there looking up at me with a huge grin.  "What do you think?"
she laughed.

   "Holy hell," I muttered.  She had a couple of streaks on her face and in
her hair, and a few more that were on her chest and neck.

   "You like that, huh?  Seeing me splattered in your cum?" I could only
nod stupidly.

   She stood up and smiled at me as she ran a finger across her cheek and
sucked my cum off her finger.  My eyes were wide.  That was so fucking hot!

   "And you said I was delicious," she winked.  I was stunned and that
little video clip was already on instant replay as she turned me around to
face the spray and reached around me to rinse the conditioner and semen off
my groin.  She pushed me to the side and I stepped back so she could get
under the spray and I helped her get the last of it off her face and from
her hair.

   We talked as we dried off and I commented that I was tired now.  She
asked if I wanted to take a nap.  I agreed and she ushered me into her
room. She lay on her bed and patted the mattress.  I lay down next to her
and she pulled the sheet and blanket up over us.  She curled away from me
on her side before reaching over and taking my hand, pulling it over her
waist.  Soon enough I was spooning my naked sister, the smell of cucumber
melon shampoo filling my nostrils and lulling me to sleep.

   "When we wake up," Leah said quietly, "Take me out for lunch."

   "Okay," I said drowsily.  She squeezed my hand and we fell quiet.

   ******

   "Are you ever NOT hard?" Leah asked with a giggle.

   "I can't help it," I smiled.  I woke up with my hand cupped to her tit
and my erection between her cheeks.  She pressed back against me, trapping
my prick between us.

   "Do you need to get off before we go to lunch?" she said, turning her
head to be able to look at me over her shoulder.

   "I don't know what the hell has gotten into me lately."

   "It doesn't matter," she smiled.  "I'm happy to help." She reached back
and pressed her palm flat against the topside of my cock, keeping it wedged
between her cheeks like a hot dog in a bun.  "Why don't you get some lube
to make it easier on both of us?"

   "Okay.  Where do you keep it?"

   "Just use mine," she said, lifting her left knee with a smile.  I
reached down and discovered that her pussy was soaked.  I dipped in,
bringing a gasp from her, finger fucked her a few times, then pressed my
fingers back behind her pussy, sliding past her anus (another gasp, and a
giggle), and lubricated her crack.  I reached for more and lubricated the
top of her crack.  I returned my fingers and slowly sluiced them in and out
of her pussy as I began fucking along her crack.  After a minute, she let
go of her leg and rolled onto her stomach.  I naturally followed her so I
wouldn't lose the sensation and my dripping erection was creating my own
lubricant now, keeping her crack wet and slick.

   "Lay on me," she whimpered, arching her back a little to keep her ass
high.  "Reach under and put your fingers back inside." I did as she asked
and her arms were extended above her head, gripping the edge of the
mattress.  As I continued to ride her, sliding through her ass crack and
pumping my fingers in the same rhythm, into her pussy, she started
breathing harder and muttering something under her breath.  I couldn't
discern the words, but it was clearly an encouragement.

   This was the hottest she had made me, the most turned on.  I began
taking longer strokes, pulling so far back that the ridge and underside of
my head were getting constantly stimulated.  "Tell me when," she breathed.
"Tell me!"

   "Yeah [grunt, still thrusting].  Okay.  Here.  Here!"

   "Get up!" she cried, pushing up and spinning around in a flash.  I had
squeezed the base of my shaft to hold out for as long as possible, but she
quickly grabbed my shaft and pumped it, aiming it right at her.  Her eyes
were pinched shut, but her mouth was open, her tongue extended.

   Holy shit!  I thought.  I couldn't even finish the thought because my
body reacted to what I was seeing and feeling, and I blasted straight into
her mouth, shooting through the nine or ten inches of air that separated
the end of my dick and her mouth.  That first stream went right into her
open mouth, splashing on her teeth and upper lip as it entered.  I thrust
my hips forward, closing the gap as she continued to pump.  Second shot,
third shot in or right at her mouth, clipping her nose, upper lip and
corner of her mouth.

   I thought that was hot, but suddenly she clamped her lips around the
head, continuing to pump and to swallow as I ejected my seed into my
sister's mouth.  "Fuck!" I cried.  Leah's tongue went to work abusing my
head and the piss slit.  She opened her eyes and looked up at me as she
continued to suck.  I couldn't help but smile and I saw her eyes smile and
an attempt at a smile showed on the lips around my shaft.  It's almost like
she got the go ahead at that one, and she shoved forward, drawing me in
with her hands on my ass, beginning to give me a real blowjob.  None of
this pretend "we're not doing anything wrong" bullshit.  My sister was
sucking my cock.  Simply because she wanted to suck it.

   I hadn't gone soft yet, which given the circumstances, shouldn't have
surprised me.  I scooted forward and slowly reclined.  Without taking a
break from her task, my sister scooted up onto her knees and her head
followed my prick until she was kneeling at my hip, sucking my dick.  I
reached for her ass and ran a finger through her lips.  She moaned around
me as she continued to work.

   "Come here," I said, gripping her hip, so she knew what I meant.  She
looked up and smiled, still sucking, as she rotated around to straddle my
head.

   I gripped her ass as her open pussy shone above me.  I loved her smell
and already knew I loved her taste, so I licked from clit to anus, bringing
a groan from her, vibrating up my shaft.  She tried to talk around me, but
couldn't.  Poor thing.  She couldn't decide if she wanted to talk to me or
to suck my dick.

   As I explored her with my tongue, I was able to measure her responses to
find her pleasure spots.  Soon enough I invaded her with two fingers as I
focused on her clit with my tongue.  She let out a long, deep guttural
groan around me as she approached her release.  I couldn't believe how
close I was getting, myself.  Her hips began to roll and flinch, but I
wouldn't let up.

   "Lick my balls!" I told her as my orgasm approached.  Her hand continued
to stroke me and I felt her cheek against my shaft while she wrapped her
lips around my sac and lashed at my balls with her tongue.  She alternated
left and right and still made sure her hand bumped over the head on every
pass.  "Leah!" I grunted with the burning tingle of my climax.  She clamped
her mouth over my cock again, taking most of me in, and cupped my balls as
I felt jet after jet burst forth into that beautiful mouth.

   Imagine my surprise when she squealed around me and dripped onto my
mouth with her own release, her wet, soft folds squeezing my fingers. 
After a few moments, she collapsed onto me, her cheek on my thigh. 
Fortunately the house was cool with the air conditioning and ceiling fans
on, because we could have both been a sticky, sweaty mess.  Instead, I
would be able to clean us up with washcloths instead of spending time in
another shower.

   She turned around and curled up beside me.  She hovered over me for a
moment and I thought I knew what we both wanted.  I lifted my head and she
met me in the middle for a soft, passionate kiss.  I dropped back onto the
pillow.  She sighed and lay her head on my shoulder.

   "Should I still pretend with the yoga thing?" I asked.

   She giggled.  "I don't think that will be necessary."

   ******

   Pulling the breadstick from the cheese sauce, Leah asked me, "Do you
think Sara will want to keep doing this with us?" She bit off the end of
the breadstick as she awaited my answer.

   I just shrugged.  "I don't know.  I don't even know how she would
respond if we asked."

   "I don't know what she would do if she found out what we did a little
while ago," Leah said with a worried look on her face.

   "Yeah.  That's a tough one."

   "Can I ask you a question?" She seemed a little nervous.

   "Sure."

   "If she. . .  did want to do something again, and wanted to do. . . 
more. . .  you know, like us, then what would you think about that?"

   "Honestly?  I think that would be awesome."

   "Would you go down on her?"

   "Would you be cool with me going down on her?" Where was this going, I
wondered.

   "Yeah, I mean it's not like we're dating or something." She took a sip
of her drink and shrugged, as if she were trying to act nonchalant about
it.

   "Leah," I asked, "Tell me the truth.  Would that bother you?"

   "Not really, no." She seemed worried about something.

   "What is it, then?"

   "Nothing," she sighed.  "It was stupid."

   "Listen," I said, leaning in closer, "This whole thing is kind of
unusual.  And it's also sudden.  We haven't really had any time to process
through it and see where it's going to go, so don't say any of your
thoughts or worries are stupid, okay?"

   She nodded.  "Okay.  I guess you're right."

   "All right.  So, what's going on?"

   "Well, if Sara. . .  did. . .  want to join, then would you think it was
bad if I. . .  wanted to. . .  do stuff with her?"

   I wasn't really expecting that.  "Do you mean you want to finger her
again, or do you mean you want to eat her?"

   "I don't know," she mumbled, looking down.  "Both, I guess."

   "Oh.  That's cool." She looked up at me.  "I mean, if you want to do
that and Sara's cool with it, I'm certainly cool with it."

   "Really?  You don't think it's weird?"

   "What?  Two hot chicks expressing sexual pleasure?  Hardly!" I laughed.

   ''What is it with guys wanting to see two girls together anyway?" she
laughed.

   "No dicks to look at, extra girl parts to see, women expanding their
sexual boundaries, watching ladies climax--"

   "Okay, okay," she laughed, holding her hand up.  "I get it."

   "Okay," I smiled.  "Seriously, though, if you want to do something with
Sara, then maybe push for it or let it unfold like you did with me.  If
she's not willing, she'll stop you."

   "I guess so."

   We spent the rest of our lunch talking, but not about that.  After we
got home I changed and went for a short interval run before coming in and
cleaning up.  As I was walking out of my room to go take a shower, Leah
came up the stairs.  "I'm going over to Carmen's.  We're gonna go to a
movie and get some supper later."

   "Cool.  Have fun."

   "What are you going to do?"

   "I don't know.  I may just veg, but I need to start planning for classes
in the fall.  I'll probably find out what books I need and order those. 
Then I might play some video games.  Kind of in the mood to kill me some
zombies."

   "Good luck with that," she smiled.  "See you tonight."

   I waved as she turned to leave.

   I was about an hour into my game when my cell phone rang.  I saw that it
was Sara, paused the game, and answered.

   "Hey, what's up?"

   "Not much.  What are you guys up to?"

   "Nothing.  Leah went out with some friends and I'm just playing a zombie
game."

   "Oh." She sounded a little disappointed.

   "Everything okay?" I asked.

   "Yeah."

   "Sara, what's the matter?"

   It took a moment before she answered.  "I broke up with Jonathan."

   "Oh, man.  I'm sorry."

   "Yeah."

   "What happened?  Or maybe it's none of my business; you don't have to
tell me."

   "No, it's fine.  Like I said, it's been coming for a while, but after
everything this morning, I knew that I couldn't waste my time staying with
someone who wasn't going to focus on my needs at all.  I called him and we
talked.  He didn't even seem that upset about it, which just confirms my
decision."

   "If it helps, I would have been crushed if a woman like you broke up
with me."

   "Thanks," she said, sounding lighthearted.  "That's sweet."

   It was quiet for a moment before she said, "Can I ask you about this
morning?"

   "Sure."

   "Would it be okay if we did that again sometimes?  I mean, not all the
time, but if I don't have a boyfriend and get tired of taking care of
things myself?  If it's not, that's okay, too."

   "Of course it's okay," I said calmly.  Inside, my stomach was doing
flips.  "In fact, you don't have to wait until you're desperate.  Any time,
come on over and either one of us will be happy to help out.  Or both of
us."

   "Either one?" she asked nervously.  "Even if it's just Leah and me?"

   "I would think so.  She's already done it, so I don't know why she
wouldn't do it again.  Of course, that's her call, not mine."

   "I get that."

   I began thinking that maybe I could be a catalyst to relieve some
concerns on both sides without letting on to either one, what the other was
thinking.  "Would that be weird for you, Sara?"

   "I don't know," she said quietly.  "A little, I guess."

   "Did you like it?"

   "Of course I did," she said boldly.  "But, you know, we're both women
and that's just. . .  I don't know."

   "You can tell me the truth, Sara.  I won't say anything to anyone, I
promise.  And no judgment from me, either.  What can I really say?  I'm
masturbating with my sisters, so what kind of moral ground can I possibly
hold?"

   "Promise not to say anything to anyone?"

   "I promise."

   "Not even Leah?"

   "I swear, not even Leah."

   She took a deep breath.  "I liked it with Leah.  I've never wanted to be
with another woman before.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not a lesbian, but she
certainly knew what a woman wants."

   "And she has no trouble telling what she likes, either," I answered.

   "That's true."

   "You know, maybe you should talk to Leah about this.  I think she may be
open to at least listen.  Even if she isn't willing to do anything with
you, at least you'll know.  And I'll still be willing to help out," I
smiled.  "You can teach me whatever you want; I'm an eager learner."

   She laughed at that.  "I bet you are.  Thanks, Aaron.  I feel better."

   "Good.  Still, I'm sorry about Jonathan.  I hope your next boyfriend is
different."

   "Me, too."

   "Do you want me to have Leah call you?"

   "No, that's fine.  I'll call her sometime soon.  Please don't tell her I
called, okay?"

   "Okay."

   "Bye, Aaron.  I love you."

   "I love you, too, Sara."

   We both hung up and I sat there, staring at the undead army on my screen
as I thought about Sara's call.

   I awoke in the early morning hours with Leah sliding into my bed.  She
spooned in behind me and kissed the back of my shoulder.  I patted the hand
she had draped over my ribs and drifted back to sleep.

   ******

   I was awakened by Leah's cell phone playing the latest in an endless
stream of ever-changing ringtones.  I rolled over to see that Leah wasn't
there, but her phone was on the nightstand.  Suddenly she burst into my
room and practically dove for her phone.  She had foam at the corners of
her mouth and dripping down her chin; she had obviously been interrupted
while brushing her teeth.  I smiled at her as she spoke into her phone.

   "Hey, Sara," she said with a smile.  I started laughing at her, her
mouth dripping foam.  She smiled and gave me the finger.

   "Nothing." She plopped down on my bed in her towel, her blonde hair
hanging, wet and limp, water dripping off the end onto my sheet, making
dark blue spots on the pale blue sheets.  After a pause, she said, "Hang
on." She turned to me and asked, "Are you going anywhere?  Sara wants to
come over." Her mouth curled up on one side in a wry smile.

   "Nope," I smiled, shaking my head.  "Nothing on the agenda today."

   "Awesome." She held her phone up to her ear again.  "Nope.  Come on
over."

   After a couple of minutes of talking, Leah hung up and leaned over me.
"She'll be here at 11 with lunch.  That gives you," she looked up at the
clock, "a little over an hour."

   "That gives US a little over an hour," I said with a smile, stroking her
thigh.

   She sat back.  "Yeah, but you'll need half of that time taking a shower
and brushing your teeth.  Ugh."

   "Shut up!" I laughed, hitting her with a pillow.  I knew she was right,
though, so I laughed with her and got up to get ready for Sara.

   At 11:10, Sara strolled in the front door with burgers, fries and shakes
from Pappy's, the best burger joint in the county.  Hand-molded 1/3-pound
patties made to order, hand-cut fries salted just right, and real creamery
shakes in 15 flavors.  Sara was smart enough to remember our favorites, and
I sighed as I inhaled that first taste of the orange cream shake before she
even pulled the first burger from the bag.

   She laughed, "I guess I made a good choice."

   Quoting the old Templar knight from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade,
I said in a slow, gravelly voice, "You chose. . .  wiiiiisely."

   Sara laughed and shook her head and Leah just smiled before biting the
end off a long french fry.

   We sat around the table, talking, Sara telling us about her breakup with
Jonathan and Leah and I asking questions.  She was very open about the
whole theme of their relationship, in short she trying to make her needs
and desires known, sexually and emotionally, and he being unwilling or
unable to do what it takes to establish a stronger relationship in any
area.

   I was only mildly surprised to see that she spoke of it almost from a
businesslike angle; the emotionality of the breakup was noticeably absent.
I figured it had run its course and Sara had already spent her time in
tears, and she had come to the decision after thinking through it for a
long time.  She was clearly already disconnected from Jonathan to the point
that the loss of the relationship was much like taking off a backpack after
a long hike.  She had depended on it while she carried it because of what
it held, but now she was ready to be relieved of the burden.

   "What was he thinking?" Leah asked.  "You're beautiful, smart, kind. 
Some day you're going to have some guy tripping over himself to make you
happy."

   "Maybe," she shrugged.

   "Listen," Leah said, "You know what you're worth or you wouldn't have
broken up with someone who doesn't.  You know what you want and because of
those two things, you can turn away anyone who's not willing to invest in
you."

   "She's right," I said.

   "Thanks, guys," smiled Sara, taking each of our hands in hers.  "That
means a lot." She sighed and then, without letting go of our hands, said,
"While I've got you both here. . .  um. . .  I've been thinking a lot about
what we did." She paused as if waiting to be interrupted or trying to get
her thoughts together.  Neither of us interrupted her.  After a few seconds
she continued.  "Well, I was wondering if it would be cool to. . .  to
continue?"

   "You mean to keep doing sex stuff with us?" asked Leah.

   Sara nodded.

   "I think that would be awesome!" she exclaimed with a huge smile.

   "Me, too." I couldn't hide my smile.

   "Good," Sara giggled.  "I was worried."

   "It's the middle of the day," I said.  "The neighbors are at work.  You
ladies up for a swim?"

   "I didn't bring a suit," said Sara.

   "So?" I smiled and wriggled my eyebrows.  She and Leah just cracked up.

   "You're a perv, wanting to swim naked with your sisters."

   "Hey!" I defended, pointing at her.  "That's not what makes me a perv."

   Again, they laughed.

   "Come on," said Leah, standing from the table and gathering the trash.
"It'll be fun.  Besides, Aaron's not the only one who wants another look at
you." She turned away, from the table, facing me as she carried the trash
and had a look of nervous excitement on her face.

   I looked at Sara and she blushed while arching her eyebrows at me.  I
gave her a quick wink and subtle thumbs up.  She smiled.  "He's not the
only one that wants to see you, either," she said, standing and grabbing
the bags and ketchup packets from the center of the table.

   I went to stand and bumped my fist hard on the bottom of the table
before grabbing my crotch and groaning.  They had both jumped at the loud
noise, but laughed hysterically at my implication.  "I'm okay," I groaned,
still holding my groin.  "I just got a little excited, I think."

   "Let's get out there, then," Leah laughed.  "I'll grab some drinks from
downstairs.  Cool?" she asked.  We both agreed and she ran down to the
basement and came back up with the small six-pack cooler filled with
bottles of beer and we walked outside.  The sun was high and pool looked
refreshing, but ultimately I didn't care about how the pool would feel.  I
just wanted to be naked with these two beautiful women.

   I took a chance and pulled my shirt overhead first, bringing comments of
"Someone's eager," from my laughing younger sister.  I pushed my shorts and
underwear down and kicked them over by the door, my semi-erect prick
hanging low.

   "Come on, Aaron," said Leah seductively.  "Help me out of these
clothes," she requested, walking toward me.  Sara had her back to us,
cranking up the umbrella over the table to keep the beers in the shade.  I
slid Leah's tank top over her head, running my fingers up her sides and
over her ribs, bringing a quiet sigh from her.  As I pulled the shirt off
her extended hands, I reached over and pinched one nipple lightly, causing
her to give me a look while she mouthed, "naughty."

   She turned away from me and wiggled her hips a little, sticking her ass
out.  I looked up and saw Sara watching us with a gleam of subdued
excitement in her eyes.  Her nipples pressed through her pink baby doll
t-shirt, even though she was wearing a bra, albeit a small, thin one, which
I could make out through the shirt.  I noticed her looking over her
sister's nearly naked form subtly.

   I stood behind Leah and turned my fingers downward, keeping my palms
flat against her sides.  Sliding my hands downward, my fingers tucked into
her waistband and my knuckles caught her shorts and small panties, slowly
rolling/pushing them down over her hips and thighs.  When they got to about
her knees, they fell the rest of the way to the patio, where she kicked
them to the side with her foot.

   I rested my chin on her shoulder and caressed her hips and ass.  She
rested her hand on the back of my head and moaned quietly.  My hand
traveled smoothly around front, one turning toward her breasts, where I
cupped and squeezed each one, while the other hand dipped south and slid
between her legs, pressing against her clitoris and labia.  That only
lasted a second, only enough for (a) Leah to feel and enjoy me, (b) me to
get a taste of her smooth skin, and (c) Sara to watch and feel a sense of
freedom.

   Leah stepped forward, reaching behind her to run her hand over my cock,
which was now at full attention, and turned to look at me and then at Sara,
who immediately noticed what Leah was doing.  Sara had that same look on
her face that she had when she watched Leah and I masturbating each other
in the basement.  It was a look of longing and hesitation muddled together.

   Leah stepped aside, looking at Sara.  Without a word, Sara walked
timidly toward me and lifted her arms over her head, looking me in the eye,
a gentle smile forming on her lips.  I smiled and gripped the hem of her
shirt before pulling it quickly and smoothly over her head.  Her bra-clad
breasts were magnificent.  The tiny pink bra barely covered half of each
breast, the areolae cresting the top edge of each cup like a sunrise.

   Leah reached down and unclasped the button on Sara's denim shorts.  She
stepped in closer and, standing almost nose to nose with her sister, she
pushed the shorts down over her big sister's fuller hips and thighs.  Sara
had to work her hips a little to help Leah slide down the tight shorts and
pink panties, but she didn't hesitate a bit.

   The tiny blonde had to squat down in front of us to continue pushing the
shorts all the way down past Sara's calves.  When she pulled Sara's shorts
off, she tossed them to the side and rested on her knees, her legs still
spread.  She stroked herself and then looked up at Sara, who was watching
intently, before reaching up and caressing the brunette's labia.  Sara
gasped and rubbed her hip at Leah's touch.

   Leah stopped rubbing herself and grasped my shaft, which was at face
level.  She looked at it, then up at me with a smile.  Sara continued to
look down at her little sister.  I watched as Leah stopped stroking Sara's
pussy and took her hand, pulling on it gently.  Sara knelt down next to
Leah so they were both kneeling right in front of me.  I wondered. . .

   But not for long.  Sara gripped my shaft and each of them now had one
hand on my cock, stroking and caressing it.  Sara looked at it lovingly and
she looked so beautiful, her blue eyes lidded in desire.  Leah pushed
Sara's hand back toward the base and held it there so that her sister's
pinky and wrist were pressed against my groin.  Leah's hand still on
Sara's, she quickly, but smoothly engulfed me in her mouth while looking
Sara in the eye.  Leah's eyes sparkled with a playful mischief and as soon
as her mouth covered my head, Sara's eyes burst open in surprise.

   "Leah, no!" she gasped.

   "Mmm," Leah moaned around me, still sliding back and forth, bumping her
hand with her lips.  She pulled back for a moment and said, "Sorry.  I got
carried away this morning." She immediately went back to work, sending
tingles of pleasure down through my balls and back to my anus.  She looked
up at me and winked, looking into my eyes as her lips and tongue stroked
along the exposed length of my shaft and head.  She looked so sexy, but so
did Sara.  Leah continued stroking her own pussy as she knelt on spread
legs, her little pink nipples poking straight out toward me.

   "What do you mean?" Sara asked, still watching intently.

   "The first time he came on me in the shower.  The next time I caught it
in my mouth and he tasted divine, so I cleaned him with my tongue.  After
that I just thought, 'Fuck it, I want to suck him off!'"

   "Three times?!" Sara exclaimed, her hand not moving, but her eyes
watching Leah intently as she went back to bobbing on me.  Leah just nodded
with a smile as she looked Sara in the eye.  "What's gotten into you?!"

   "This!" Leah laughed, squeezing my shaft.  She then resumed working me
over.  Based on her technique, however, I don't think she was trying to get
me to come; instead she was just teasing our sister.

   "Aaron!" Sara looked up at me, still gripping my shaft, but looking
incredulous.  "How could you do that to her?"

   "I didn't do anything!" I defended.

   "I wouldn't say THAT," laughed Leah, again taking me into her mouth.

   "What does that mean?"

   "Well," I started, shrugging nervously, "After she did oral, I figured I
should probably. . .  " I faded, looking and feeling sheepish.

   "I don't fucking believe this," Sara laughed.  "You two are just horny
little shits, aren't you?"

   At least she didn't seem mad.

   "I guess it runs in the family," argued Leah with a smirk.  "Come on,"
she said, pointing my prick at Sara.  "Take a turn.  I've seen the way
you've been looking at it.  Don't deny you want this hard, fat cock just as
much as I do."

   "But. . .  I mean, Jonathan--"

   "Isn't your boyfriend anymore," Leah interrupted.  "Here's a nice cock
attached to a man who, believe me, would make sure you're more than
satisfied."

   Sara looked at Leah and then at me, her mind clearly arguing the two
sides.  I could hear it now, the voices in her head, arguing, "He wants it
and you do, too," versus, "This is your brother."

   She surprised us both by taking a tentative lick, then smiling bashfully
at Leah, who nodded at her with a huge smile.  Sara boldly advanced on the
dick in front of her face and I was in heaven.  Her timid style once again
contrasted with Leah's hungry aggression, but that just made it all the
hotter.  Being able to visibly witness Sara's transition from the maternal
conscience of the three of us, to our partner in crime was very exciting.

   For the next couple of minutes I was the beneficiary of a pair of
beautiful mouths and hands working to bring me pleasure, a guilty pleasure.
After a short time, they were practically fighting over me.  They would
each find a section on my cock or balls to lick and suck and squeeze and
stroke.  At one point, Leah was swirling her tongue around the underside of
my head and Sara licked up the left side of my shaft from the base to the
head.  I felt their tongues overlap underneath me, and Sara suddenly
pressed her mouth to Leah's like it was a natural progression.  Leah moaned
and embraced Sara and the two immediately began kissing heavily right in
front of me.

   Taking my cue and feeling a wave of joy wash over me at their mutual
advance, with me being the only one knowing what each was thinking and how
much of a risk Sara took, I was genuinely happy at Sara's bold move and at
Leah's enthusiastic response.  I stepped back out of reach of either of
them, as if they wanted me right now anyway, and backed over to the table.
I needed to cool down.  After having already had three intense orgasms
today, I didn't know if I could get two more out, so I figured I had better
let one good one build up; walking away and watching seemed like the best
option.  And as much as I wanted to touch myself while I watched, I
controlled myself and enjoyed a beer and the glorious show in front of me.

   Their hands roamed freely, each feeling the sexy, feminine form of the
other.  I opened a beer and took a long pull as I watched and listened. 
Soon enough each had one hand buried between the legs of the other,
stroking rhythmically as they kissed, the other hand moving between a
breast, a thigh, and an ass.

   In a matter of a few minutes I saw Sara kissing Leah, her tongue
extended and licking at Leah's teeth and lips, but Leah's face was frozen
in a look of intense concentration and her abs began flinching while her
breathing came in ragged gasps and grunts.

   "That's it," Sara said into Leah's mouth.  "Come for me.  Come for your
sister."

   Holy shit, that's hot!  I thought.  Leah apparently did, too, because
she clamped her legs around Sara's hand and she gripped Sara's thigh
tightly, her fingers digging into the tan flesh of her sister's creamy
thigh.  Leah's mouth opened in a silent scream and she continued to flinch
on Sara's hand.  A few seconds later she relaxed and her eyes opened to
look her sister right in the face.  The two beauties smiled sweetly at each
other and Leah gave her big sister a gentle kiss on the lips

   "Wow," she giggled, "That was amazing."

   "It was," Sara smiled.

   "Now you," Leah said, leaning in to kiss Sara.  Sara returned Leah's
kiss, then shook her head no and backed away.

   "I want to," she said, stroking Leah's cheek, "But it would only be fair
if Aaron licked my pussy.  After all," she said, looking at me with a
seductive smile, "you already got to have a taste, so to speak.  I want to
hear if the rumors are true."

   "Fine with me," I laughed.  I reached in and opened two more bottles
before handing one to each of the ladies.  Sara and Leah had already stood
and walked to the table and they each took a bottle before we clinked them
together in salutation.

   "It looks like Aaron might blow any second," Leah smiled, looking down
at my turgid rod.  "What do you say we cool off a little first so we can
enjoy the benefits of a relaxing afternoon?"

   "Sounds great," said Sara, fanning her face with her hand.  "It's hot as
hell out here."

   For the next hour we acted almost normal.  We laughed and played and
splashed each other like we had always done.  The only real difference was
that we were all naked instead of in swimsuits like we had always worn
growing up.  While my curiosity brought all kinds of questions to mind, I
didn't want to be the one to discuss sex during our swim.  I got the
feeling we were trying to take a break from that aspect of our
relationship, if only for a short time.  Instead we talked school, sports,
work, and your basic movie reviews and recommendations, however the
conversation naturally drifted.

   Leah had pulled a giant inner tube into the pool a few minutes after we
had started swimming and at this point we were all hanging on it, circled
around the outside, treading water in the deep end.  "This morning," Sara
began with a smile.  Leah smiled and nodded, looking at me.  "What happened
there?"

   Leah explained about the shower and how she had joined me and jerked me
off, then curled up next to me for a nap.  She told Sara about my morning
wood and how she got me off before letting me give her a facial, even
catching some in her mouth.  She shrugged as she said that the natural
progression was just to clean me off, which led to a blowjob, then a
sixty-nine.

   "I can't believe you two," she laughed.  "You're just looking for a
reason to get off together."

   "You didn't put up much of a fight once we talked, so your high ground
has officially crumbled under your feet," smiled Leah, making no
accusations.

   "I know," smiled Sara.  "This has been so much fun, and I trust you guys
completely, so it made it a lot easier."

   "Obviously we trust you, too.  You know that, right?" I asked Sara.

   She nodded with a smile.  "I know." She kicked away from the float and
paddled backward toward the stairs.  "Let's go inside." She had a
mischievous look in her eyes and I knew what that meant.  Leah laughed and
began chasing Sara, who laughed and squealed as she tried to beat Leah to
the stairs.  I tossed the float onto the patio and swam leisurely to the
shallow end.  By the time I made it to the stairs, my sisters were drying
off at the table and watched me climb the stairs.  Their eyes focused on my
erection as it cleared the surface of the water while I ascended the
stairs. Leah threw me a towel and a minute later I was closing the glass
door behind me and following two gorgeous asses up toward Sara's old room.

   I didn't even bother closing the door, knowing no one else was home, and
as soon as Sara got to her bed, she plopped onto her back and Leah was on
her hands and knees over her.  They kissed passionately, seeming to pick up
right where they had left off.  They were both obviously much more
comfortable with their explorations than either had been just a couple of
hours ago.  I saw Sara's hands cup Leah's ass and one of Leah's hands
gripped Sara's breast while she held herself up with the other.  From my
angle I saw their pussies and Leah's ass.  Leah's cunt looked ready to be
taken, or at least tasted; Sara's was harder to see because her legs were
together whereas Leah's legs were spread to straddle her sister's hips.

   I walked right up behind Leah, who was distracted by kissing Sara and
licked right up from her clit to her asshole, causing her to yelp.  "Dirty
boy," she giggled, looking over her shoulder at me.

   "Shouldn't you be making out with your sister?" I said sternly.  She
smiled and turned back around, again kissing Sara passionately.  I placed
my hands on her ass and began eating her out again.  She moaned and her
hips moved as I worked.

   Sara asked what was going on and Leah breathed, "Aaron's eating my
cunt."

   "Hey!  I haven't had my turn yet.  If you're going to eat a pussy, it
should be mine!" She shoved Leah off to the side, causing her to tumble on
the bed with a pout.  I stood up and Sara spread her legs open, gripping
herself behind the knees.  I knelt in front of her with a smile.  Her pussy
was pink and open, shining with arousal, her breasts were piled high on her
chest, and her head was raised to look down at her brother who was about to
lick her pussy for the first time.

   I winked at her, bringing a relieved smile from my gorgeous brunette
sister as I repeated the lick I had initially given Leah.  I licked from
Sara's crack, up over her anus, through her lips and ending at her clit,
which I flicked a few times with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth
and pulling on her lips with my own.  She whined at my touch and I could
hear Leah, who was now kneeling beside her sister, comment, "That's so
fucking hot." She looked at Sara with a gentle smile.  "He's good, huh?"

   "Mm hmm," she replied, her eyes still closed.  "But just starting.  Hard
to say."

   Leah stroked Sara's hair as I began to work to bring her pleasure.  I
took my time and alternated what I was doing to her.  I stroked her inner
thighs and reached up to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples while I
sucked on her labia, stuck my tongue into her pussy, licked at her asshole,
nibbled her inner thighs, and flicked and sucked at her clit.  After a few
minutes, she directed me to insert two fingers into her and to suck on her
clit.  I did as she asked, smoothly inserting my index and middle fingers
into her, beginning to thrust them steadily in and out while sucking and
licking her clit.

   "Oh, god," she moaned.  "Just like that, Aaron.  So fucking good." She
was breathing heavily and Leah leaned in to help out, sucking on Sara's
nipple.  I could see her tongue licking at it and her teeth pulling it
while I looked up my sister's body and licked at her clit.

   Leah caught my eye and smiled around our sister's breast before biting
at her nipple and lifting her head, never breaking eye contact with me.  I
watched Sara's nipple pull, her areola extend and her breast begin to lift
away from her body.  She whimpered and trembled and finally the breast fell
away from her little sister's bite.  Leah repeated on the other breast with
similar results.

   Moments later Sara groaned, "Ooooh. . .fuck!  That's intense!  Yes! 
There!  Right there!  AAAAHHH!" She convulsed on the bed, releasing a wail
from deep in her core.  After a few seconds she pushed my head away and
Leah sat up.

   "My turn?" she smiled.  Sara giggled and nodded, still out of breath.

   "Goody!" exclaimed Leah.  "Can I sit on you?  He can do us both that
way."

   "Mmmm," Sarah nodded.

   Leah took a seat on Sara's pubic mound so their pussies were practically
stacked up.  Her own legs pinned Sara's back and she held her sister's
ankles while leaning back a little.  I couldn't believe my luck and
attacked Leah first, then Sara.  After another couple of minutes each of
them had climaxed again and I had their mixed tastes on my tongue.  It was
far from unpleasant.  My cock was rock hard and dripping pre-cum.

   Leah sat up and little and held her arms out.  "Come kiss me," she
whispered.  I stood and leaned in to kiss my sister.  She was so beautiful,
so sexy.  Sara was watching me over Leah's shoulder.  Leah leaned back and
Sara surrounded us with her arms.  I could feel her hands caressing my back
and arms as I kissed Leah in between us.

   As Leah leaned back, it forced me to follow and my erection grazed the
soft moisture of a woman.  Leah didn't say anything, but I opened my eyes
and saw Sara's eyes opened wide.  I looked her in the eye as I moved
forward and the moist heat of her cunt surrounded my cockhead.  Her eyes
closed and she sighed, all while I still kissed Leah.

   I pulled away, kissing Leah's cheek, then her ear.  I was only inches
from Sara's face.  She looked so passionate and mouthed, "More." I pressed
forward and she let out a whimper.  I continued to press all the way until
my stomach was against Leah's pussy and my cock was buried to the hilt in
Sara's.  Sara's brow furrowed and she smiled, just a little; it was almost
imperceptible, but it was there.  I pulled out a little and slid back in.
She was hot, wet, tight, and controlled.  It felt incredible.

   My abdomen was sliding along Leah's clit and lips as I moved and she
whined as well.  "Mmm, that feels good," she whispered.  She pulled my head
up, pulling my mouth back to hers and kissed me deeply.  Our tongues chased
each other and I began to move more steadily now.

   Sara whined, "Oh, god." Leah pushed me up and looked at me sideways with
a wicked grin.  Her smile got wider as I continued to thrust into Sara,
gliding across Leah.

   "Sara?" she asked, still looking me in the eye with that smile.

   "Yeah?" she breathed.

   "Are you fucking my brother?"

   "No," Sara giggled tiredly.

   Leah pushed up on my chest and I rose up to standing, still smoothly
gliding in and out of Sara's pussy.  Leah sat up, still straddling Sara's
hips and looked down.

   "You lying whore," she smiled, turning to look at Sara.  "You are
fucking my brother."

   "Uh uh.  He's fucking me."

   Leah had a hand on each of Sara's knees.  "And it looks damned good,"
she said.  "You two are fucking hot together.  I want a better look." She
didn't wait for Sara to answer, but instead scooted back so that she was
straddling Sara's chest and lay on top of her so that her face was only a
few inches away from our union.

   Her ass looked amazing sticking up in the air and I could imagine what
Sara was seeing.  Her sister's pussy splayed open just above her, her ass
rounded.  I pulled my cock out all the way and it popped up, shiny and
slick right at Leah's face.  She didn't hesitate to bury me in her mouth,
where she worked me over with her mouth and tongue for a few strokes before
I pulled out and re-entered Sara's cunt.

   Sara groaned.  I saw her work her arms under Leah's legs so that she
could use her hands to stimulate her sister or herself.  She stroked her
own sides and stomach before caressing Leah's breasts, then her own, then
wrapping her arms around Leah's waist.

   Suddenly Leah blurted out, "Fuck it," and licked at Sara's clit.  Sara
yelped and began cursing at her sister, ordering her to lick her clit, to
eat her while I fucked her.  Leah was enthusiastic, but just as suddenly
she stopped and wailed.  I looked up and saw Sara's head working in
circles, her eyes looking at me over the arches of her younger sister's
globes.  They were in a very active 69!  Holy shit, they were eating each
other out!

   Between the long foreplay on the patio, the knowledge that I was fucking
my sister, the taste of my sisters' arousal still on my tongue, the feeling
of Sara's pussy on my cock, and the sight of my sister's eating each other,
I couldn't hold back.

   "I'm coming!" I called, the semen boiling behind my balls, a ball of
fire ready to be released.

   "Feed Sara!" Leah cried.

   I quickly dislodged from Sara's pussy and scrambled behind Leah,
squeezing my cock in a death grip.  I stroked it twice and launched a
blazing stream of pearl right at Sara's mouth where it connected with
Leah's pussy.  Sara moaned and captured me in her mouth where I continued
to fire blast after blast into her mouth.  She sucked like she would die if
she didn't get every last bit of it, and as quickly as possible.  She
continued to moan around me and her mouth finally opened in a scream.

   I saw Leah's head working quickly and I immediately understood that Leah
had made Sara come with her tongue.  As soon as Sara came down she attacked
Leah's pussy with a renewed vigor, bringing her to her own violent release
just a minute later.  While Leah was coming down from her orgasm, Sara
gently but thoroughly cleaned my cum from Leah's pussy and Leah turned
around to clean Sara's face with her fingers, licking them clean before
collapsing beside her on Sara's bed.

   I lay on the other side of the busty brunette, utterly exhausted.

   As we all regained our normal heartbeats and breathing patterns, Sara
said quietly, "I have to go home tonight.  I'm working tomorrow."

   "When will you be back?" Leah asked.

   Sara sighed.  "I don't know.  Soon." She paused.  "Can I trust you two
not to fuck each other while I'm gone?"

   "No," Leah said, matter-of-factly.

   After just a second's pause, all of us burst into fits of laughter.

   Sara didn't have to leave for several hours, so she suggested we go to
the new horror movie we all wanted to see.  We hadn't been to a movie
together in forever, so we readily agreed.  Sara insisted on treating us
and we had a great time reconnecting as siblings in a normal fashion.  As
we were on our way home, Sara's phone burst out in a Beyonce song.  She hit
the answer button on her dashboard display and answered.  It was Mom and
Dad.

   "Hi, Sara!" Mom greeted.

   "Hey, guys." Leah and I both called out our own greetings.

   "Oh, we have you all there together?"

   "Yeah, we're on our way back from county.  I had to bail them out," Sara
said.

   "The important thing is, is the house okay?" Dad asked.

   "It's fine, Dad.  A little sheetrock damage and some blood on the
carpet, but nothing some spackle and a steam clean won't cover," I
answered.

   "Good to hear.  Take care of it before we get back, okay?"

   "I'll make sure it's done, Dad," Sara laughed.  "How's the trip?"

   "Great!" Mom exclaimed.  She and Dad began telling us about some of the
things they had seen and done at their first port-of-call.

   "It sounds awesome," Leah exclaimed.  "When are you going to take us on
a cruise with you?"

   "Twenty-five years from now," Dad answered.

   "It's a date," laughed Leah.

   "Well, we're just checking in.  It sounds like you guys have everything
under control.  Thank you for checking on them, Sara."

   "It's no problem," she smiled.  "We're having a great time," she said,
winking at us.

   "Sara took us to a movie," I said, "And she's spent the whole day with
us just playing around," I said.

   "It sounds like you're having a good time," said Dad.  "We really
appreciate it.  We have to go; these phone calls are expensive.  We'll see
you in a few days.  Take care of that carpet, Aaron."

   "No problem, Dad."

   We exchanged I love you's and Sara disconnected the phone call.  By the
time we got home it was late evening and Sara headed back to her own
apartment.  She said we should come over to her place later in the week and
spend the night.  Leah and I agreed that it would be fun and Sara said she
would call tomorrow to finalize the arrangement.

   Leah slept in my bed again that night, but we were both so exhausted
from the day that we didn't do anything but cuddle up together and sleep
together naked.  The next morning, however, was a different story.

   As Leah and I came out of the bathroom after our shower, we both checked
our phones and, sure enough, we had a text from Sara.  She wanted to know
if tomorrow evening was a good time to come spend the night and
"reconnect." Neither of us had anything going on, so of course it was a
good time for us.  Leah replied for us and she and Sara worked out the
details.

   The next two days were great for Leah and me.  We spent a lot of time
learning what each other liked and she even helped me realize I was
multi-orgasmic, helping me to learn what a "dry orgasm" was and how amazing
it could still feel to climax without ejaculating until a second, third or
fourth orgasm.  She said she believed that if I could make her come as
often as she wanted, that she should return the favor, so she looked online
to see if men could be multi-orgasmic, found some info, and put it into
practice.  Let me tell you, Leah was a great motivator for me to invest in
the research.  Of course our time was spent with Leah focusing on helping
me achieve pleasure, but she didn't let me focus on her pleasure until
after we had spent most of our time focusing on mine.  Once she was ready,
however, both of our orgasms were more intense than what we had first
imagined they could be.  Her own climax was so intense her eyes went
crossed, and mine was so strong that I fired like a cannon in both force
and volume.

   "Sara's going to like that," Leah laughed.  "If we can convince her to
be patient, that is."

   ******

   Sara texted us, telling us she was on her way home early and that we
were welcome to come over any time.  It was just after 3pm.  I heard Leah
calling my name when I broke the surface of the water.  I looked up and she
was standing by the side of the pool holding her phone.  "Sara's home," she
smiled.  "She said we could come on over."

   "Awesome!" I said, scrambling out of the pool.  I quickly showered and
packed a change of clothes.

   Leah and I arrived at Sara's a little after 3:30 and she greeted us at
the door, kissing each of us as soon as the door was closed.  "Let's go get
an early dinner," Sara said with a smile.  "My treat."

   We readily agreed and Sara drove us to a steak house where we enjoyed an
early dinner of juicy steak, loaded baked potato, and Caesar salad.  When I
asked Sara why the special dinner, she just winked and said, "We're going
to need our energy." I don't know if I blushed or not, but I certainly
responded physically to the comment.  Either that or my pants suddenly
shrank a little, causing my crotch to feel tight and to tingle.

   As soon as we were back in Sara's apartment, she sat us down on the
couch and settled in across from us in her accent chair.  "I'm really glad
you guys came over tonight," she said, smiling at us.  "Are. . .  are we
still good?"

   "Yeah," Leah said, her tone noting surprise at the question.  At the
same time she answered, I answered, "Of course."

   "Okay, good," she breathed, appearing more relaxed.  "I didn't mean to
have sex with Aaron last time; it just kind of happened and I was so caught
up in what we were doing, that I wanted it."

   "It was so hot," Leah laughed, reiterating her initial comment during
our last encounter.

   Sara blushed and tucked her hair behind her ear.  "So, have you two. .
.?" she let that hang.  I looked at Leah and she looked back at me with a
smile, biting her lips between her teeth, causing her mouth to become a
thin line.  She looked back at Sara and shook her head enthusiastically
before bursting into a fit of laughter at Sara's expression.

   "Are you serious?" asked Sara.

   "Totally," Leah exclaimed.

   "But I thought you two would be all over each other after that!"

   "I was tempted," I said.

   "WE were tempted," corrected Leah.  She looked at me and nodded.

   I cleared my throat.  "Sara, this week has been amazing and unexpected.
We've told you how it started and you know how you got involved.  And the
truth is. . .well, we didn't feel right doing that. . .  without you there.
At least not the first time."

   "What?" She placed her hand on her chest and her eyes softened.

   "Sara," Leah said, walking over to her sister and kneeling at her feet
before placing a hand on Sara's.  "What we all shared together was such an
amazing experience, one I'll never forget.  Aaron and I talked the next
morning, and yes we played around some more, but we agreed that we wanted
you to be there when it happened, just like I was there when he was inside
you that first time."

   Sara's eyes were filled with tears, and she nodded and smiled at Leah.
"Thank you," she said, reaching for Leah, who rose up on her knees to
return Sara's embrace.  I walked over and wrapped my arms around both of
them, each of us embracing the other two.  We stayed like that for a short
time, less than a minute, and just felt the bond of a different kind of
love than just the sexual passion we also had come to share with each
other. "I can't believe you guys waited," Sara laughed, wiping tears from
her eyes.  "I don't think I would have been that strong."

   "Yes you would," I said.  Leah nodded her ascent.  I stood and reached
both hands down to help them both up.  "I hate to be impatient," I smiled,
"But I've been looking forward to this for the last couple of days."

   They both laughed, took my hands and stood.  Sara went to her kitchen,
pulled three bottles of her favorite beer from the fridge, and brought them
to us.  "Come on," Sara said, leading us to her room.  Sara had a nice,
plush queen-sized bed.  Her room was decorated simply, but nicely with
modern clean lines and dark wood furniture with a gold duvet and pillows.
She and Leah each grabbed a top corner of the duvet and top sheet and
pulled them down to reveal matching gold sheets.  I knew from experience
that Sara had the most comfortable sheets I'd ever slept on.  When I was
younger, but she was in high school, she used to let me curl up with her as
we read book series together most weekend nights.  She had discovered
sateen sheets ("Not satin," she had clarified, "Sat-EEN.").  They were a
soft, wrinkle resistant sheet set that felt amazing and light on my skin. I
knew instantly that she was still using these kinds of sheets.  I ran my
fingertips along the folded top sheet and felt the smooth material, looking
forward to being embraced by my sisters while simultaneously feeling the
softness of the sheets and Sara's pillow top mattress.

   "Aaron?" Leah smiled.

   "What?"

   "I said, 'Are you all right?' You kind of zoned out for a second."

   "Sateen," I said, looking at Sara.

   She smiled and tilted her head.  "Sateen.  You remember."

   "I always loved those sheets."

   "Wait until you feel them tonight.  I promise you'll never be able to
forget."

   "Sara?" Leah asked.  Sara turned to her and watched her walk around the
edge of the bed from the other side.  "Would you help me get undressed,
please?"

   "I'd love to," she smiled.  They met at the foot of the bed, right
beside me, and embraced.  Their tongues began grazing against lips and
other tongues, and their hands roamed across each other's hips and asses. I
reached down to stroke myself as I watched, my erection pressing against my
jeans.  Leah reached her hand out and grabbed my wrist.  Gripping it
firmly, she pulled it away before letting go and wagging her finger at me
side to side, letting me know I was not to do that.  Her hand went back to
caressing her sister and a moment later she reached up and began
unbuttoning Sara's shirt, starting at the bottom.  Sara moaned into Leah's
mouth as they continued to kiss.  As soon as Leah unfastened the top
button, she pushed the shirt down off her sister's shoulders, and I watched
it fall to the floor.

   Leah then lifted her arms above her head and Sara took the hint, pulling
at the hem of Leah's t-shirt and lifting it up, breaking the kiss just long
enough for the shirt to clear her head.  Leah flung her shirt onto the
floor as they resumed their kissing.  The tiny blonde reached for Sara's
hands and pulled them to the front of her jeans.  Sara had no problem
unfastening the jeans and pushing them down over her sister's tiny hips. 
Leah pushed on Sara's shoulders and Sara settled in front of Leah, kissing
her stomach on the way down.  The brunette pulled the jeans and socks off
her sister's feet, throwing them away, then caressed her thighs as she
continued to kiss her stomach and the front of her panties.

   Leah sighed as her big sister kissed her, and her stomach flinched.  "I
hate to ask you to stop, but I have to," she breathed.

   "It's okay to breathe, Aaron," she giggled.  I guess I had forgotten. 
When she pulled Sara's shirt off, I saw that she was wearing a snake-print
and black lace push-up bra.  The cups were low and again, the dark pink
areola of my sister's large, perfect breasts crested the fringe.

   Leah's bra and panties were no better.  Hers were a matching set of
fluorescent orange, almost a sherbet-color that contrasted her tan skin
nicely.  The bra gave full coverage, but created a nice cleavage.  The
panties were a thong style, which accentuated her fit ass perfectly, making
it rounder and perkier.

   "I'm sorry," I smiled, shaking my head.  "You look delicious," I said.

   "What about me?" Sara pouted.

   "You're okay, too, I guess," I shrugged.  Sara gasped and slapped my
arm, bringing a laugh from our sister.

   "I promise, Sara, his opinion is about to change dramatically." Leah
knelt down, turned Sara around so she was facing away from her, and
unzipped the back of her skirt.  She pushed it down and I suddenly realized
why Leah didn't want me touching myself.

   "Fuck.  Me," I whispered.

   "I thought so," Leah laughed, bringing a knowing smile from Sara.  She
was now standing in a matching bra and thong panty set, with black
thigh-high stockings.  Her ass jutted out nicely, round and full, accented
by the panty above it and the stockings creeping halfway up her thighs. 
The exposed skin was smooth and beautiful.  Sara turned to face me and
placed one hand on her hip.  The other caressed the top of her chest
nonchalantly.

   "Still just okay?" asked Sara.

   "You're a fucking goddess!" I said.

   "Right now I'm just a goddess.  Soon I'll be a sucking goddess.  THEN
I'll be a fucking goddess."

   "Damn."

   They both giggled at my response.

   "Wait," I said.  "Have you been wearing that all day?  Like, to work and
everything?"

   Sara nodded with this sultry look in her eyes.  "I put it on this
morning, thinking about tonight.  My panties are soaked straight through,"
she said, stroking her pussy through the satin.  "I could smell myself as I
sat at my desk; it was all I could do not to touch myself while I tried to
concentrate on work."

   "Wow.  I. . ."

   "Trust me," she continued, "It won't take long to make me come." She
looked over at Leah, then back at me.  I looked at Leah for a moment and
saw the same expression of desire that I must have been displaying.  "No
matter whose tongue it is."

   Leah seemed to shake it off, whispering dryly, "Then. . .  uh, then we
should probably get started."

   "Yeah," I muttered.

   "Yeah," nodded Sara.  She dropped to her knees next to Leah and ran her
hand over my cock, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.  "There it
is," she said, looking up at me.  She unzipped my pants while Leah untied
my shoes.  Leah lifted my foot and took off my shoe and sock, then repeated
it with the other foot while Sara pulled my jeans down and off.  My
erection was still trapped beneath my boxer briefs and Sara touched the tip
with her finger, right at the cooling wet spot that had darkened the lime
green shorts.

   "Are you already going to come for me, Aaron?" asked Sara sexily.

   "We have a surprise for you," Leah smiled.

   "A surprise?  Oh, really?" A crooked smirk eased onto Sara's face.  "I
like surprises."

   "I think you're going to love this one.  Right, Aaron?"

   "Definitely."

   "Good." Sara pulled on my waistband to lower by shorts and said, "Let me
see what I've been missing." She cooed when she saw me again, and I gasped
and groaned when she licked immediately from the balls to the tip.  "Mmmm,"
she moaned.  "Still as delicious as I remember."

   Leah's hand covered Sara's and she teased her big sister.  "You have to
share, remember?" Sara pouted as Leah repeated her sister's action.

   "You're mocking me, now, aren't you?"

   "Why do you say that?"

   Both hands were stroking and caressing me as they talked, otherwise
ignoring me.  "Because you licked him like I did.  Are you playing a game
with me?"

   "Ooh," said Leah, smiling wide-eyed.  "We should play a game.  Like when
we were kids."

   "Mmm, I like that idea.  What do you say, Aaron?"

   "Whatever," I groaned.  "God, I'm dying here."

   "Simon says!" Leah blurted.

   "That could be fun!  Who goes first?"

   "Simon says, suck on Aaron's balls!" Leah lifted my shaft and pushed on
the back of Sara's head.  Sara laughed as she began to use her lips and
tongue on my sac.

   "Oh, shit, Sara!" I groaned.  The tickle and pull and suction felt
amazing.  After a few seconds she pulled back with a smile, letting my
right nut pop free from between her deep pink lips.

   It was Sara's turn.  "Simon says, lick and suck his shaft until it's
dripping wet, but stay away from the head." Her smile was wicked and Leah
looked excited to comply.  She worked up some spit, her tongue covered in
foam and it dripped as she extended it to slide it along my shaft.  She
continued to lick at me, play me like a flute, wrap her mouth around me
from the side, lifting and pulling me down, being very thorough until her
face and my cock were both shiny, slick, and dripping.  She leaned back and
smiled.

   Sara smiled at her and Leah reached over to pull Sara's straps down. 
She licked and sucked on Sara's breasts and nipples, bringing a series of
whines and gasps from our big sister.  Leah began running her wet tongue
and face in Sara's cleavage and it was soon dripping with her saliva. 
While she was doing that, she reached back and unclasped Sara's perfect
bra, pulling it off her arms and dropping it on the floor.  Leah sat up and
pushed me onto the bed so that I was sitting on the edge.

   "Simon says, titfuck your brother." I groaned and my cock twitched, a
spurt of pre-come rolling down over the head.  Sara smiled and knelt
between my legs.  She leaned forward and pressed her tits together around
my swollen prick, looking me in the eye.  She began sliding up and down,
the soft, firm flesh of her breasts caressing me.  She would look down to
see the head of my prick gliding through the top before disappearing again.
I saw her purse her lips and a long, silver line of drool pushed out and
dribbled into her cleavage.

   I groaned at the sight, thought and feel.  I began to thrust up into her
tits and her tongue would dart out to swipe at my head.  Leah had stripped
off her bra and panties and stood beside us, stroking herself as she looked
on.  I could feel the tension building and groaned loudly.

   "That's it!" Sara prompted.  "Come for me!"

   Suddenly, Leah jumped in and pulled Sara back, her sister looking
shocked.  "Don't, Aaron!" She gently pulled at my balls a few times.  The
fire continued to build in me and my feet and legs tingled.  A warm glow
quickly grew in my core and I grunted.  The tension released.

   "What was that for?" Sara asked.

   "You didn't say, 'Simon says,'" laughed Leah.

   Sara laughed, and I snickered as I plopped back on the bed.

   "We've been working on dry orgasms for Aaron so he can come more than
once.  Did it work, Aaron?"

   "Hell, yeah, it did," I breathed.

   "That was an orgasm?" Sara asked, surprised.

   "Yep," nodded Leah.  "I'll tell you about it later.  But look.  He's
still ready to go.  Simon says, suck his dick while your sister eats you
out."

   Sara muttered something and grabbed my prick, stroking it a couple of
times before pushing her mouth down over it.

   Leah pulled Sara's panties down and Sara lifted her knees so her sister
could pull them off.  Leah lay on her back and scooted under Sara and
apparently began eating Sara's pussy because our sister became more
animated, more aggressive, and more vocal.  She grabbed my hand and put it
on her head, bringing me closer to my own orgasm, just the thought of it,
what it meant.  I grabbed a handful of her hair and began directing her.

   She flinched and groaned, lifting her mouth off me and muttering some
curse words as she came on her sister's mouth.  She lifted up a little and
looked down.  "Where did you learn to do that?" she breathed.

   Leah sat up and shrugged, giving her sister a kiss.  Leah reached for me
and stroked me lightly.  "Can you edge for me, baby?"

   "It'll be tough, but I think I can do it."

   "Edge?" asked Sara.

   "It means he almost comes, but holds back so he doesn't do it."

   "Where's the fun in that?" she asked with a pout.

   "You'll see," Leah answered.  "Simon says, lick my pussy while I stroke
Aaron."

   "It's not your turn," smiled Sara as took Leah's place on the carpet. 
"Simon says, give your brother a hand job while I lick your pussy." Leah
smiled before jumping and groaning, presumably at the touch of Sara's
tongue.  I saw Sara's hands slide up Leah's lithe body and tweak her
nipples.  Leah threw her head back and whined.

   "Leah, let go," I groaned, feeling myself build up again.  I clinched my
PC muscle hard and held it, Leah letting go and grabbing her own thighs as
our sister continued to work her over.  I closed my eyes so I would not
have the visual stimulation of my sisters having lesbian sex, and
concentrated on holding my muscle.  After several seconds of controlling my
breathing and holding my PC muscle, I backed away from the edge, but my
erection was still rock solid.

   "Simon says, sixty-nine," I ordered.

   Leah looked at me in surprise, then stood, turned around and straddled
Sara's head.  I looked down to see Sara gripping Leah's ass while her
tongue began working Leah's clit and lips.  My cock pulsed in front of me
as I stood and walked down to Leah's head and watched her eat Sara's pussy.
I walked back toward Sara's head and stood over it.  She looked up at me
and smiled.  Still licking Leah's clit, she pulled Leah's ass cheeks apart,
causing Leah to whine as her pussy spread open.  I knelt over Sara's head
and pointed my cock down at her mouth.

   She pulled in the head and first couple of inches, sucked it and went
back to focusing on Leah.  She then made a long swipe with her pink, flat
tongue, bringing another moan from her little sister.  The tip of my cock
was suspended above Sara's face and I pointed it directly at Leah's cunt. I
pressed smoothly into her and she threw her head back with a whining, "Oh,
god, Aaron!  Finally!" She whipped her head back and watched me pressing
into her until our hips met.  I felt Sara's tongue on my balls and groaned
in response.

   Leah pulled forward, and then drove her hips back into mine, burying me
into her again.  "Are you just going to sit there, or are you going to fuck
me?" I gripped her hips and pulled out before pulling us together again. 
"That's better," she sighed, dropping her head down to continue working
over her sister.  Soon enough we were in a steady rhythm.

   I could once again feel the buildup.  Leah was moving faster and both
women were approaching their orgasms.  Leah jerked forward, collapsing on
top of Sara, spasming on top of her, and dislodging me.  Somehow she still
kept her fingers thrusting into her sister, bringing her to another climax.

   I was beginning to hurt now.  All the anticipation, the dry orgasm, and
the edging, meant that I needed release, and I needed it now.  "I can't
hold out anymore, Leah," I begged.

   She smiled and nodded, kneeling in front of me and helping Sara off the
floor to kneel beside her.  "You ready for your surprise, Sara?" she asked
with a beaming smile.

   "I'm always ready for a surprise," she laughed.

   Fuck, they looked hot: sweaty, soaked in each other's pussy juices,
naked except for Sara's stockings and heels, contrasting in appearance yet
both beautiful.

   "Come on, let's make him come for us." Sara immediately forced her mouth
down onto my cock, taking almost the entire thing.  "Damn, Sara," Leah
laughed, "Go for it!"

   "You gonna help me or what?" she asked.

   Leah took her place and soon enough I was getting another double
blowjob, each girl encouraging the other as they traded back and forth,
sucking a few strokes and then trading out.

   After only a couple of minutes I shouted a warning.  "On the bed!" Leah
cried, pulling Sara up with her, they both lay on their backs side by side.
"Watch, Sara!" Leah grabbed my cock again, prompting me to let go of it,
and I tried to watch as she jerked me off with the aim of covering both
young women in my seed.  Not only was this going to be an amazing orgasm to
feel, but if the last couple of days were any indication, it was going to
be fucking incredible to watch.

   "Here it is!" I grunted, my whole body wracked in spasm, the tension
centering on my groin.  A burning jolt clenched my ass and balls, forcing
my cock to jump.  The next burning jolt sent a burst of fertile lava
exploding from the tip of my prick, bringing a squeal from both girls,
laughter from Leah, and a "holy fuck!" from Sara.  Again and again I
sprayed them, Leah aiming me as she pleased, although it was truly pretty
random.  She and Sara were covered with streaks across their thighs,
stomachs, breasts, mouths and faces, even their hair.

   I collapsed onto the bed, dizzy from the experience and tired from the
sudden surge, then sudden drop in my body's chemicals.  I watched them as I
tried to recover.  They played with the pools and streaks on their own
bodies as well as on that of their sisters'.  They continued to comment to
each other, but it became a soft echo as the room began to fade.

   "Let's get cleaned up," I heard Sara say.

   "Yeah," said Leah.  "After he rests a little bit we can play some more."
The bed moved, shaking me gently and their voices got more distant.  I
heard them continue to talk and then the shower started up.

   Before the bathroom door closed I heard Sara say, "I'm glad you guys are
spending the night.  Tomorrow I'm giving him my ass."

   EPILOGUE

   She did.  And so did Leah.  It was fucking amazing!

   My parents came home at the end of the week, bragging about their trip
and bringing us each a gift from the Caribbean.  My sisters each got gold
jewelry and I got a machete with a hand-carved handle and hand-stitched
leather sheath with a design burned on it.

   My, Sara's, and Leah's relationship became closer, of course, but
naturally we continued to date and have relationships, usually at different
times.  No one ever found out about our sexual relationship, and it only
lasted a couple of years, but it was never fast-paced or frequent.  When
one of us was sexually frustrated, we would make a call and fuck it out for
the night, but we established some rules.  We all wanted to have our own
families one day, so we agreed that we needed to turn our attentions
outward to those ends.

   It had been seven years since Leah and I last had sex.  She had married
a douchebag personal trainer, and she was a volleyball coach and athletic
director at a small state college.  Sara and I hadn't done anything
together in five years, after she met and quickly married a financial
advisor.

   I couldn't believe it when Mom told us the news.  "She said she went to
visit him at work and caught him with one of his clients." Mom looked
saddened as she bobbed the tea bag in her mug.

   "Why didn't she tell us herself?" Sara asked me as we sat on the back
deck.

   "I don't know," I shrugged.

   "Where can I get one of these?" I heard as the glass door opened.  I
turned around to see my fiancée Sam holding Sara's 18-month-old son, Cody.
"He's so cute.  Yes, you are," she squeaked, pinching his stomach and
making him laugh while he grabbed at her hand.  "You want to come home with
aunt Sammie?"

   "I'll pack him a bag," Sara laughed before Sam handed him over.  Sara
held him up and bit at his stomach, making sounds like she was gobbling him
up.  Again, he laughed loudly.  Sam sat down next to me and took my hand.

   "One day?" she asked.  I nodded and squeezed her hand.

   "Soon," I said.  "I promise." She smiled and laid her head on my
shoulder.

   "What are we going to do about Leah?" Sara asked me.

   "First, I'm going to find Robby and curb stomp him," I said.  "After I
bury the body, I'm going to go see if I can make Leah feel better."

   "As much as I like the plan, let's just go to step 2.  If she's home
today, you want to go see her?"

   "I don't know," I said, looking at Sam.  "We're all here and it's
already getting late."

   "Go," said Sam.  "I can make sure Cody is taken care of."

   "Are you sure?" asked Sara.

   "Positive!" Sam smiled, taking Cody from his mother.  "It'll be fun. 
Won't it?" she asked Cody again.  "Are you gonna have fun with Aunt
Sammie?" She nuzzled his cheek and plied him with kisses all over his face
and neck, making him laugh and squirm.

   "Thank you," said Sara, leaning over to hug Sam.

   "Yeah, thank you." I kissed her and patted her thigh.  I never thought I
would find someone like her.  She's pretty amazing and I honestly couldn't
wait to marry her.

   Sara and I each tried calling Leah on her cell, but she never answered.
We tried texting, but got no reply.

   When we pulled up to her apartment building we saw her car, but not
Robby's.

   We walked up to the second floor and knocked on her door.

   "What?" she called out through the door.

   "Open up!  It's Aaron and Sara!"

   "I'm not here!"

   "Leah!  Open this door!" Sara demanded

   "No!"

   "Come on, we just want to talk," I said.  "We're worried about you."

   "I told Mom not to say anything," she said.

   "Well, she did.  Now let us in." Sara was softer now.  "Please, Leah. 
We love you."

   After a moment of quiet, we heard the deadbolt unlatch and Leah opened
the door.  Sara was first in, and hugged her, pushing her back a little so
I could squeeze in and close it.  As soon as Sara hugged her, Leah started
crying, muffled by Sara's sweater.  Sara looked at me with tears in her
eyes and she cried silently with her broken sister.

   I looked around the room and saw boxes piled against the wall, hastily
packed, some of them bulging, only being held together by packing tape.

   "What's all this?" I asked.

   "Robby's shit!" she belted, acid dripping from her lips.  "If he wants
to fuck her, he can stay there and fuck her all he wants!"

   "When did you find out?  Tell us what's going on," Sara said, walking
Leah to the couch and clearing a place to sit, moving Leah's wedding album
and stacks of pictures to the floor.  I pulled a kitchen chair in and sat
across from them.

   For the next two hours we talked and listened, Leah unloading about
their whole relationship.  She had settled down as we talked, moving from
anger to sadness and ultimately relaying the stories like a narrator,
disconnected somewhat, depersonalized.

   "Thanks for coming over, guys.  I feel a lot better." I looked at my
watch and noticed that it was almost 10.  After the long drive over, and
the long talk, time had moved pretty quickly.

   "It's late," I said.  "I need to call Sam." They both nodded.  I walked
into the kitchen and called her.  She answered quickly.  "Hey," I sighed.

   "Hey.  How is she?"

   "Better than when we got here.  Still not great."

   "I'm glad she's doing better," she said sincerely.  "When are you coming
back?"

   "Even if Sara and I left right now, which I'm not sure about, we
wouldn't be back until after 11.  We still haven't eaten any supper.  I'll
see what Sara wants to do."

   "Oh, okay.  Do you want me to wait up?"

   "Only if you want to, but that's not necessary.  If you want, I'll text
you when we get an idea."

   She agreed with that and we expressed our love before hanging up.  I had
asked her to tell Mom, but she said Mom was already in bed.

   "Are you leaving?" Leah asked.

   "Not yet.  We can stay as long as you need us," I said.  Sara nodded.

   "Can you. . .  can you guys spend the night?" she pleaded.

   "If that's what you need," answered Sara.  Leah nodded.

   I shot a text to Sam about the change in plans and she just said. 
"You're a good brother.  Take care of her.  I'll see you in the morning.  I
love you."

   I announced I was hungry and asked if they wanted me to order a pizza.
They agreed it sounded good, so I quickly placed the order and we continued
to talk.  We ate and drank some beer and wine and the mood began to lighten
up.  We would transition into talking about Robby, then back into something
else, then to Robby again.

   Around 1:30 Leah said she needed to go to the bathroom and when she came
back out, she was stark naked.

   "Do you think I'm still pretty?" she asked, unconfidently.

   "Leah!" Sara said.  "Put something on!"

   "Sara, please.  Aaron?" she asked, turning to look at me.  I hadn't seen
her naked in years, but she looked amazing.

   "You're beautiful," I said, swallowing hard.

   "Very," Sara said, matter-of-factly.

   "Sexy?" she asked.

   "Absolutely." My body was responding.

   "Of course," Sara agreed.

   "Thank you," she said, smiling gently.  She turned to walk back to her
bedroom and the door closed.  Sara and I sat there for a long time, looking
at each other and wondering what was going on.  Sara eventually got up to
check and saw that the light was off under her door.

   "Now what?" I asked, perturbed.

   "Hell if I know!" she whispered loudly.  She opened Leah's door. 
"Leah?" she asked quietly.

   "Yeah?"

   I followed Sara in.  "You okay?" Sara asked.

   "Better now that you guys are here." She sounded tired or sad.

   "Where do you want us to sleep?  You only have one couch and one
bedroom," said Sara.

   "In here with me," Leah said, sitting up and turning on the lamp.

   "I didn't bring any pajamas," I said.

   "Me, neither."

   "You don't need them." Uh oh.  I recognized that look.  I hadn't seen it
in years, though.

   "I don't think that's a good idea," I said.

   "Leah, you're drunk," said Sara.

   "I'm not," she countered.  "I only had one beer and one glass of wine.
On a full stomach.  I'm fine; just relaxed is all."

   "I'm engaged."

   "And I'm married.  This can't happen."

   "What can't happen?" asked Leah.  Sara just gave her that disapproving
look she gives.

   "Just come to bed.  It's a big king-sized bed; we can all fit without
touching."

   After a moment of quiet, Sara sighed.  "Turn off the light at least, so
we can get undressed.  Aaron, make sure everything is locked up, please."
The light went off and I walked out to the living room to turn off the
lights and lock the door.  I walked into the dark bedroom, feeling along
for the bed.  I felt the corner of it and stood to undress.  "You're in the
middle," Sara said, "So climb up from the foot."

   When I was just in my boxers I climbed up the center, feeling for the
legs on either side of me.  They both laughed when I squeezed their legs
just above the knee, and Sara hit me with a pillow.  "Ow!" I complained.

   "That's what you get!" she laughed.  Leah laughed, as well, which was
nice to hear.

   I scooted under the covers and realized how big this bed really was.  I
still had plenty of space, and felt that this might be okay after all.  We
chatted a little like we used to when we would go camping and it was dark.
Leah must have been thinking the same thing because she suddenly blurted
out the punch line to a funny ghost story our father used to tell us.

   "I am the ghost with one black eeeeyyyeeee," she bellowed.

   Sara immediately caught it.  "You gonna be the ghost with two black eyes
if you don't shut up!" We all burst out laughing and the tension was
effectively released.

   "This is fun," Leah sighed.

   "Yeah, it is," answered Sara.

   Leah rolled toward me and quietly said, "We used to have all kinds of
fun." Her hand stroked my chest and her breath was in my ear.

   "Leah," breathed Sara, exasperated.

   "What?  We did." Her hand continued to caress my chest and my body
responded.  I couldn't help the rising erection.  No matter how much my
mind was telling me this couldn't happen, my body was making sure I knew it
would be totally cool with it.

   "No, Leah," I said.  It was unconvincing.  Hell, I was unconvinced.

   "Did I say I wanted to do anything?  I'm just remembering; that's all."
My stomach knotted up and Sara kept quiet.  "Remembering how we used to
touch each other," she breathed.  I was getting harder.  Sara shifted a
little and when the sheet fell back into place, the warm air under it
breezed across my face, carrying the scent of feminine arousal.  Oh, shit.
"Remembering the feel of your cock in my hand.  In my mouth." Her hand
still circled my chest.  Her voice was sexy, breathy.  "Remembering the
taste of Sara's pussy."

   Sara gasped and her elbow bumped me.  What the fuck was happening?

   "Remember, Sara?" asked Leah.  "Remember when I first rubbed your clit?"
Another gasp.  I could hear her breathing getting heavier.  "Your brother's
cock first sliding into your cunt?  My tongue on your pussy?" This was
clearly getting to Sara, too.  Damn you, Leah!  "Mmmm, remember your first
taste of my cum?  When we ate each other out while Aaron fucked you?"

   Sara whimpered and her elbow bumped my arm again.  Leah licked my ear,
her breasts pressed against my arm, and slid her hand down my stomach into
the fly of my boxers and gripped my shaft, stroking it gently.

   "He's hard, Sara," Leah teased as she stroked.  "Is this for me?" she
asked.  I swallowed hard.  "Or for Sara?" I twitched.  "Oh, you do
remember," her voice betrayed the smile hidden in darkness.  "Is it those
gorgeous eyes and lips, or the full tits that she's let you fuck so many
times?  Maybe her tight, wet pussy?  Mmmm, I think I know what it is.  I
saw that look on your face when you drilled that tight ass."

   "Oh, god," Sara breathed.  I just flinched.

   "See?  Sara remembers.  I remember watching that ass bounce as you
slammed your cock into her tight back door.  I remember licking your cum
off her ass and pussy where it leaked out.  Watching her tiny asshole close
back up after you fucked it so hard.  Mmmm, makes my ass tingle.  I know
what that cock feels like in the ass, when it pulses, when it stretches,
when it throbs while pumping your thick, hot cum, into it."

   I did remember.  I remembered very well.  I remembered the first time I
fucked Sara's ass that day in her apartment, the whine as I intruded her,
her face buried in a pillow.  I remembered our sister holding Sara's ass
cheeks open as she smeared lubricant and spit and pussy juice on Sara's
asshole so I could slide into her.  I remembered Sara returning the favor
for her sister that same morning.  I remembered Leah pulling Sara's hair,
lifting her head back as she forced her tongue into Sara's open mouth.  I
remembered every time I fucked them, either of them, both of them, every
time I came in them, on them, and every time they came on me.  I remembered
the feel and the taste and the scent of their pussies, mixed with their
perfumes and shampoos and body washes and lotions.

   "Sara," she said, "He remembers.  At least his body does.  Come see."

   "No," she weakly declined.

   "Sara.  Don't be rude."

   Sara hesitated then I felt the sheet lift a little, and the bed shift as
she rolled over.  Her hand found my hip before it found my cock.

   "Oh, my god," she breathed.  "I've missed it."

   "Me, too," I groaned.

   "Me, three.  It's been so long.  Robby hasn't fucked me in weeks.  My
toys and hand aren't enough.  I need this.  I need you both.  I love you.
Please."

   Sara and Leah both gripped my shaft, but I quickly felt Sara's hand
cover Leah's and begin to use it to stroke me.  "Thank you," breathed Leah.
"Thank you."

   I felt Sara sit up and Leah followed suit, somehow she knew or maybe she
was prompted, I don't know; I couldn't see a damned thing.  I heard them
kissing passionately above me.  Fuck, I wanted to watch.  "Lights. 
Please," I begged.

   "No," said Sara quietly.  "No lights tonight.  Just touch.  Talk." They
kissed again.

   After a moment, the sheet was pulled back and I felt Sara's mouth on my
cock.  "Fuck," I breathed.  "Shit, yeah."

   "So good," she said.  "So yummy."

   Leah sat at my other hip and joined Sara.  Soon enough they were kissing
around my head and shaft.

   "I'm close," I grunted.

   "Already?" giggled Leah

   "Fuck you," I laughed.

   "Later," she said, bringing a giggle from Sara, who still had me stuffed
in her mouth and bobbed as she fondled my balls.  "I'll let you have the
first come," she told Sara, "If you'll share it in a kiss."

   "Mmm, love to," said Sara.

   Well, that just put me right up top.  My body began to thrust, my hips
forcing me into Sara's mouth, hot and wet and slick.  I grunted and thrust
into her mouth.  She moaned as gush after gush sprayed into her mouth.  I
lay exhausted as I finished and she sucked all the way, getting the last
bit from inside, and leaving me clean outside.  I heard them both moan as
they kissed for a long while.  I could only imagine them swapping back and
forth, kissing like lovers, my seed being pushed back and forth from Sara's
mouth to Leah's and back again before ultimately being divided up, each
swallowing her share.

   "As good as I remember," said Leah.

   "Let's play while he rests," said Sara.  She climbed over me and told me
to move over, so I did.  They were quickly in a sixty-nine, Leah on top as
she usually preferred, eating each other loudly and passionately.  After
their second climaxes I was almost fully hard again.

   "Turn around," I commanded.  They both giggled, but scrambled.  I
grabbed Leah to make sure she was where I wanted her, then reached for
Sara. Leah was almost just as I remember her feeling: tight, toned, and
tiny.  Sara was a little softer than she used to be and I knew from looking
at her that she was a little fuller after having her first baby, but she
was still sexy as fuck.  I positioned her next to Leah, both of them on
their hands and knees on the floor facing away from me, their upper bodies
lying on the bed.

   Leah sighed, "Oh, yeah," when I found her pussy and shoved forward.  She
grunted her encouragements.  I had to find a way to make this fair, so I
gave her 20 steady thrusts, then quickly pulled my dripping cock out of her
cunt and quickly found her sister's.

   "Fuck!" she grunted as I impaled her.  She was surprisingly tight.

   I leaned over her back and whispered in her ear, "Your pussy's so tight.
How do you keep it this tight?"

   "Weights," she said.  "For my cunt!"

   "Is she tighter than me?" asked Leah.

   "Let's see." I pulled out of Sara after 20 and rammed back into Leah,
who was tight as fuck!  "What the hell?" I said.  She had a death grip on
me with her pussy muscles.

   "That sounds like a challenge," Sara giggled.

   "You're on, slut!" laughed Leah.  Sara just laughed.

   After 20 I pressed back into my other sister.  "Holy shit!" I couldn't
believe it.  She was at least as tight as Leah.

   "That good, huh?" asked Leah.  I heard her begin masturbating while I
fucked Sara.  When I went back to her, she was still going and started to
whine as her orgasm approached.  "I'm close," she whined, "Can I have more
time?"

   "Finish her off," said Sara, "Then it's my turn."

   I was getting close myself.  Leah's pussy clamped down around me as she
cried out her release, and I stayed buried to the hilt, which gave me a
nice break.  When her pussy relaxed, I started moving slowly again. 
"Good?"

   "Mmhmm." She sounded relaxed.

   "Good.  Don't move." I slapped her ass lightly, bringing a giggle.

   I thrust back into Sara and she was working her own clit over. 
"Remember when you and Leah had a surprise for me?" she asked as I railed
into her.

   "Yeah, and Sam thanks you two, by the way," I laughed, still thrusting.

   "Well, I have a surprise." She was sounding strained.

   "What is it?" I asked.

   "Keep going!" I did.  "Faster!" I picked up the pace.  "Lean over me!" I
leaned forward and felt the front wall of her pussy gliding along the
underside of my head with more pressure.

   "Oh my fucking--"

   "GAAAAAHHHhh!" she screamed, her cunt forcing my cock out and spraying
all over my groin and legs as she wailed.  I forced my cock back into her
and started again; a few seconds later, she forced me out for a second
time, spraying against me.  This time I forced myself into her and started
fucking harder.  When she screamed I held her hips hard against me so she
couldn't buck me off and kept myself buried inside as deeply as possible.
She absolutely flooded me.

   "What's happening?" Leah asked, excitedly.

   "She's spraying all over the place!"

   "Holy shit!" she laughed.  "You're a squirter?!"

   "Surprise," laughed Sara.

   Leah laughed as she said, "You better not stain my carpet, you bitch! 
I'm not losing my security deposit because of you."

   "Fuck you," Sara said, still laughing.

   "If you'll excuse me," I said to Sara, moving back to Leah and ramming
it home.  She wailed at my intrusion.

   I was hard as steel now and my orgasm wasn't far off.  I cut down to
about 5 strokes with Leah before moving back to Sara.  I rotated between
them about 3 times and said, "Who wants it?"

   "Both of us!" cried Sara.  "Come in her first, then me!"

   "So hot," whined Leah.

   I fired my first two bursts into Leah, missed my third, firing before I
could get into Sara, and finished my weaker blasts into her.

   I fell back onto the cold, wet carpet and started laughing.  The girls
turned around and asked what was so funny.  "Looks like you're losing that
security deposit," I laughed.

   That was the last time we did anything sexual together.  Every once in a
while when we had time to talk alone at family get-togethers, we would make
an inside joke.  At Leah's wedding shower two years later, she almost fell
out of her chair laughing when she opened Sara's first gift: puppy training
pads.  Everyone else laughed politely, looking confused, some asking what
that was for, but Leah just said it was an inside joke between sisters.  I
laughed so hard when Leah and Sara told me, that Leah actually laid one out
under my chair, making me laugh even harder.

   Oh, yeah, sorry.  Leah did get married again.  Garrett is a counselor,
not Leah's counselor, but he worked at the campus clinic, counseling
students, and got to know Leah just from being on staff together.  He's a
nice guy, respectful and kind to Leah, supportive of her dreams and he
encourages her.  We privately call him the anti-Robby.  Our family loves
him and he fits right in.  He, Caleb (Sara's husband), Dad, and I sometimes
play golf together on Sunday mornings when everyone comes to visit.  I'm
really glad Sara and Leah found someone that loves them the way they
deserve to be loved.

   And they consider Sam to be another sister.t Sam and I got married a few
months after that last encounter with Sara and Leah.  They were both
bridesmaids and they loved how Sam picked nice dresses for our small,
summer, garden wedding.  Sam and I have three kids now, two sons and a
daughter, and they love their cousins: Sara's two sons, and Leah's little
girl.

   Sometimes I think back on those times with Sara and Leah and wonder if
things would have ultimately turned out differently if I hadn't decided to
try naked yoga with my sister, or if our other sister hadn't caught us. 
When I think about, though, it doesn't really matter.  Things are what they
are.

   Life is good, our family's close, and my wife is reaching into my
underwear, so if you'll excuse me. . .


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