Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Assassin
Part: Chapter 15 of 27
Summary: Ass, sass and sin.  A young assassin does more 
than befriend people when he tries to get close to his 
targets.
Keywords: Mm, Mf, Mmf, inc, oral, anal, exhib
Language: English
Copyright: 2009

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I had been given the job of getting close to one Adam 
Pringle - because he was a slippery bastard who was too 
nasty to live.  He was also a hard man to get access to 
but fortunately his twin children Mark and Kyra were far 
more approachable though I'd unwittingly made a couple of 
poor decisions while trying to build a good cover story.

Through my own carelessness, I was "dating" my foster-
sister Anna and two of the other players from her girls' 
soccer team.  An outing for the four of us produced some 
surprising results - the girls found they were much 
better friends than they had suspected, and in ways they 
had never expected!

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Sunday.

I had Mark pick me up by the mall, saying I had some 
things I needed.  The excuse got us out of his house and 
also separated my life with Anna from my business with 
Mark and Kyra; the way things were going Anna was just as 
likely to try vamping Mark - and perhaps Kyra as well.

What might have been a useful distraction under other 
circumstances was more likely to have merely added 
another pair of eyes when I didn't want them and to 
introduce further complications.  I didn't think Anna was 
really interested in another guy yet anyway since she 
hadn't dealt with all the possibilities we could cover 
between ourselves let alone the variations Hailey 
introduced.

I greeted Mark and Kyra warmly, though taking the front 
seat next to Mark probably pissed Kyra off a little.  
She'd get over it.

From the way Mark drove he'd had a bad morning.  I rested 
a hand on his lap and asked what was up.

"You tell him," Mark muttered.

Well!  Wasn't he going to be a cheerful companion today.

"Dad's been on at him to invite *HIS* girlfriend home to 
meet them as well.  Then he wouldn't let up when Mark 
told him he didn't have a special one yet."

"Apparently I should bring them home and fuck them until 
I find one who is special!  Never mind that a love 'em 
and leave 'em attitude is likely to make the supply dry 
up."

"Are you interested in girls *AT ALL* Kyra?"

She had already said she was hetero but that might have 
not been quite honest at a time when she didn't perhaps 
trust me as much.

"No thank you."

"Okay.  I was just thinking that might have been one 
solution - if you were each dating the other's lover.  Oh 
well, next idea."

"You bored with me already?"

"Not in the least Kyra.  Just trying to find possible 
solutions."

"I don't think there is one while I'm under Dad's roof."

"And moving is not an option; you're certainly not going 
and leaving me behind!"

"He'd only track us down and make us come back while we 
are underage."

"So something else then," I challenged.  "How about a 
third couple.  Let's see if the two girls were lesbians 
and the other guy bi *OR* gay we could mix and match.  If 
he was straight, you'd have to find him suitable Kyra 
though perhaps we three could get together as well."

"That's rather a hard task - two lesbians who aren't out 
and a guy of varied sexuality, all of whom can get along 
and none of whom will blab.  It makes moving out seem 
practical!"

"I have to agree brother dear.  Something a little more 
useful next time tiger."

"Well I did suggest a single lesbian - though she could 
be bi as well.  *I* wouldn't mind."

"Yeah, right."  At least Mark was grinning.

"Where are we headed?"  I noticed the suburbs vanishing 
and pondered on our destination.  I'd taken a good look 
behind; twisting sideways in my seat to face Mark allowed 
me to look at Kyra and out the back window as well.  
There was no-one so, unless the car was bugged - and I 
had used a little device that checked for active 
transmitters - we had the privacy we wanted.

"Dad's got a little place just out of town.  I think he 
uses it when he's entertaining.  You know, some big shot 
who wants a couple of girls; the sort you don't want 
being photographed with you at some hotel."

"The big shot or the girls?"

"The big shot, but I guess he wouldn't want his wife 
seeing the girls either."

"Your mother, sorry, Beverley doesn't care?"

"Beverley knows better than to comment let alone 
complain.  At home Dad is the perfect husband and, for 
some, father.  If he keeps his other activities discrete 
then she doesn't lose face or a pleasant lifestyle.  I 
think she knew what she was getting herself into."

"I know she does.  I heard her say something once how she 
landed on her feet even if it was like stepping into 
thick molasses - 'you aren't sure if you can get out if 
you want to and, even if you do, you will never get it 
all off'," Mark quoted.

"Are you sure it was molasses Mark?"

"Can you imagine Bev saying 'Shit' Sis?"

"Not when Smelly Michelly is around."

"She doesn't fool around too then?"

"What!  You into MILFs as well?"

"Well in deference to present company I'll deny any 
thought has ever crossed my mind but she isn't too hard 
on the eyeballs.  I was just curious whether the goose 
copied the gander."

"The goose would be stuffed and served for dinner if she 
did.  Father dear has certain old-fashioned ideas about a 
wife's role."

"And a son's."

Mark sounded depressed again.

"This place is some way away?"

"Maybe twenty minutes."

"And it's all like this?"

"What, farmland?  Yeah."

"And you can drive while being distracted?"

"Huh?  I guess."

"Then you seem in need of a little distraction."

I reached over and began to rub Mark's crotch.  He was 
quite willing to be distracted and, when she heard his 
zip, Kyra leaned forward to see.

Getting Mark's prick out was a challenge but he helped 
and soon his erection stood up proudly.

"Mind if I look a little closer?"

"Be my guest."

I knelt on my seat much as the girls had done for me 
yesterday and started by letting my tongue slide all 
around the knob.

"You want me to steer bro?  You look as though you need 
to pull over."

"I'll be right; it's just good."

I made my cheeks pucker and "good" became an inadequate 
term if I say so myself.  I didn't try any special moves 
- driving down the highway with someone blowing me was 
one thing but I was risking my life here and I really 
didn't know how attentive Mark would be.

Anyway, sometimes you want to make with the cream and 
other times you want that churn to keep going until you 
produce butter.  (Mom and I stayed with a cousin for a 
week on a commune before they decided she wouldn't fit 
in.  I wasn't about to leave her though I could have then 
so my life turned out rather differently than it might 
have.)

Mark wasn't going to get butter this time and I made him 
come in record time, getting an almighty "Arrrgh!" as he 
filled my mouth.

I swallowed all but a little leakage and then sucked on 
him for a while to empty him out before sitting back up.

"God that made me hot!  What did you do to make him come 
so fast?"

"I think it was more that Mark has been saving it up for 
me."

"No way!  I hear him in the bathroom."

"Kyra!"

"Well you complain about me."

"*I* don't go 'Huh HUNH *HUNNNNH* *AHHH YES!*', do I?"

"Well it was only the once."

"Does it help if I admit I jerk off too?" I asked.

"It does if I can watch, or help."

"Then it's not jerking off Kyra," objected Mark.

"It is if I only help by finger-fucking myself - perhaps 
with his fingers."

"Mmm.  Do I get to lick them clean afterwards?"

"You're terribly oral Roger and, speaking of which, 
you've missed a bit."

Kyra leaned forward through the front seats and licked 
the side of my lip.

"You do know most girls would have a problem licking up 
their brother's cum."

"I think most girls I know would have a problem even 
touching cum.  They seem the most uptight group of 
bitches around when it comes to actual sex.  Either that 
or they want to be seen as ultra pure."

"Cock wouldn't melt in their mouth sort?"

"You know I've never understood that saying.  If butter 
wouldn't melt in your mouth isn't that like saying you're 
frigid?  Maybe that *IS* their problem."

I would have had to say that the girls *I* had come into 
contact with hadn't seemed withdrawn, asocial, *OR* anti-
sexual.  I wondered if the girls reacted to the Pringle 
name as much as the boys - not wanting to put Kyra 
offside, perhaps as a rival for some boy, but not 
revealing their confidences as they might have done to a 
true close friend.

Kyra hadn't actually made a one-on-one friend though over 
the years different girls floated in and out of what 
would normally have been a "best friend" slot, none 
staying for long before reverting to a more general 
status.  They were sociable; Kyra and Mark weren't 
unpopular as such, but rather had a reserved popularity.

None of this mattered other than to make my presence more 
valued.

"What is there to do at this place?"

"Horses mainly though that was just an excuse for us to 
come out here.  If you want to, we can go for a ride but 
otherwise we can move the tack around and give them a rub 
down and just say we did."

"And do our riding indoors instead?"

"Or outdoors," suggested Mark with a grin, "it's a lovely 
day."

"I got a bit of sun yesterday so I'd better not spend too 
long out in it or I'll be trying to explain an all over 
tan or sunburn."

"Where did you go?"

"Up to the lake.  I managed to get Anna, my foster-
sister, to tag along so I was never alone with either of 
the others.  I don't think things went quite as they had 
expected."

"You're a bastard you know."

"Not really.  We all had a good day out."

"Now if you could get two of them to pair up we'd just 
need another bi-guy."

"Pair up!  I bet they'd run a mile if they saw a pussy."

I didn't say in which direction and, since that matched 
Kyra's own outlook, she didn't see anything unusual in my 
statement.

"Do you come here often then?"

"Not really unless it's to get out of the house.  We have 
to check if Dad is using it but otherwise we can come 
anytime.  Someone comes out to see to the feed and water 
and to exercise the horses but they disappear if there 
are any guests so there are no inconvenient people 
around.  Fortunately they only need to be here for an 
hour or two and start around dawn so that means there 
will be no inconvenient people around while we are here 
either."

"What about the rest of your family?  Mightn't they turn 
up?"

"Michelle has some treat planned and Dad and Bev will be 
with her all afternoon.  We've been given orders to 
present you for dinner at six so I hope you packed the 
change of clothes I told you to bring."

"Mark you worry too much.  Of course I've got them.  
Anyway, you could have just swung back past my place and 
I'd have picked them up."

"Yeah but that would have been half an hour we could have 
spent more productively here."

"And we don't want to waste a second of that," added 
Kyra.

"Then what are you crawling along for?"

Mark accepted the challenge and we sped up, breaking the 
speed limit by twenty then thirty then forty kilometres 
per hour.  Mark handled the traffic well and I didn't 
feel unsafe beside him though I turned around so my seat 
belt was draped properly across me.

Perhaps I could have gone for butter!

No, there was no need for me to dislocate my jaw and put 
up with the steering wheel and handbrake for that long.  
I did make a note to give Hailey a very special thank you 
when I could though; I appreciate her efforts much more 
now I had been through the same situation.

---

We turned into what looked like a Spanish hacienda, a 
ranch house and courtyard surrounded by sunbaked clay 
brick wall and the house itself having the exposed ends 
of the roofing beams studded along the front wall.

A similar garage opened at the press of a button on 
Mark's remote while an obvious stable was further over, 
on the other side of the garage.

"Door opener, hey!" I teased.  "Not quite the old west!"

"Nor is the satellite dish out the back, the Jacuzzi with 
wide screen TV mounted on the wall next to it nor the 
games room."

"What sort of games?"

"Let's just say it stays locked when Michelle comes out 
to go riding but *WE* know where to find the key!"

>>>>
     I actually already knew of the property.  It had
     been listed as being owned through a shell company
     so it never seemed to be connected with Adam
     Pringle; certainly the IRS hadn't worked out the
     financial link and the FBI hadn't been tracking him
     or his guests at any time that they had been there.
     It probably helped that it was only used by him
     about once a month except when he visited the stable
     where Michelle's horse was agisted.

     That ownership *WAS* recorded by the FBI, as were a
     couple of innocent visits.  I don't blame them for
     the omission at all; Adam was nothing if not capable
     and did his best to separate home and business -
     much like me.  Our own records only showed two
     visits with three names of his guests (one came both
     times) and eight girls who apparently provided a
     selection and possibly a show.

     There was a donkey in the stable and, though there
     was no hard evidence, suspicions were held that he
     too provided occasional entertainment.
<<<<

We moved into the house and I was impressed by the 
tasteful way technological marvels had been installed 
without destroying the western ambience.  Where possible 
speakers, screens and controls were hidden behind 
panelling and inside the arms of comfortable lounge 
chairs or dropped from the ceilings.

I was shown through the rest of the house.  There were 
business facilities with what I was sure would be well 
encrypted lines and an elaborate dining room.  The 
kitchens here would have been capable of turning out 
anything up to a lamb on a spit or a banquet for the 
dozen people seated around the dining table, plus their 
offsiders presumably waiting, and eating, elsewhere.

Once again, I checked each room as we went through but 
there was no sign of our being eavesdropped upon.

The bedrooms were quite lavish.

"You don't have to worry about condoms here."  Kyra 
opened a drawer where there were half a dozen large boxes 
of different types.  "I guess some of Daddy's friends 
don't want to take any surprises home to their wives, or 
regular mistresses."

The bathrooms associated with each were as lavish, with 
marble tiles from floor to ceiling around every surface 
that wasn't mirrored.

There were several separate lounge rooms as well, each 
stylishly furnished and all with well stacked bars.  I 
imagined rival gangs of Al Capone era gangsters meeting 
with each being to left to wait in isolation while their 
bosses talked.

There was a pool table to match that at the Pringle home 
- no wonder Mark was good with a cue - and then, in a 
sheltered area that was neither really inside nor 
outside, was the heated Jacuzzi.

"What do you want to do first?" asked Mark.

"This."  I kissed him without reservation.  "And then 
this," and Kyra got the same treatment.

"Were you serious about the horses?" I asked when we 
finished.

"What, making it look like they'd been out?  Yeah.  
Unless you don't like them; we *CAN* skip the whole 
thing."

"I haven't really had a lot to do with them.  I mean, I 
know which way is up and I can stay in the saddle of a 
dude ranch horse but that's about it.  They're pretty to 
look at and can smell nice - when the stable doesn't 
smell of horse piss - but I don't know that much about 
them.

"Perhaps if we just let Roger walk around the corral.  
I'll take Thunder for a run and then we'll tidy up."

"Don't you ride?" I asked Mark.

"I can.  I don't care for it much; one more thing Dad 
shoved down my throat until I didn't enjoy it any more."

"Well I've got something I wouldn't mind shoving down 
your throat later."

"Or mine?" asked Kyra.

"Or yours," I conceded.

"Let's get them saddled."

It was easier said than done.

The horses weren't kept in the stable unless the weather 
was bad.  Instead they were able to roam around one of 
the nearby paddocks as they wished.  Mark went out with a 
couple of halters and a pocketful of carrots.

"Shouldn't we help?" I asked Kyra.

She moved to snuggle in against me.  "I might be able to 
but they'd shy away from you.  He'll be right, you'll 
see, and in the meantime..."

Kyra, it seems, was not one to waste a moment.

Mark didn't show any sign of minding though when he found 
us kissing and Kyra topless, other than to ask us to stop 
long enough to close the gate for him; he paid more 
attention to the two horses he was tying to the rail.

"Thunder" was obvious; he was not exactly black, more a 
dark charcoal grey - just a hint of ash to lighten what 
would otherwise be a horse called "Midnight".  He was a 
tall gelding - don't ask me how many hands high - and 
appeared to be spirited despite his surgery.

The other, a mare with a reddish-brown coat and a white 
blaze over almost all her forehead, was more docile and 
certainly attractive.  I don't mind redheads!

Mark gave me two sets of reins, loading up each arm 
carefully.  He then took a saddle and blanket from a rack 
and indicated I should lead the way back outside.

Kyra had a hand brush and was giving both horses a brisk 
rubdown where the saddles would go.  I guess you didn't 
want some burr underneath the saddlecloth when you put 
your weight onto the saddle.

She had done Lydia - no origin was given for the name - 
and Mark soon had her "dressed".  I was surprised that, 
instead of a saddle, Kyra had simply put a plain leather 
belt around the barrel of thunder's chest, just behind 
his forelegs.

She saw me looking.  "I like to ride bareback sometimes.  
Without stirrups it's nice to have something to hold onto 
if necessary."

I would have worried about falling and being dragged with 
my fingers caught beneath the strap.  When I 
reconsidered, I doubted that need happen unless one 
pushed the bulk of one's hand through instead of just the 
fingers.  Far be it for me to impugn her judgement in any 
case!

Kyra was bareback herself but it appeared that wasn't 
going to be sufficient.  Off came her shoes and then her 
jeans and panties so she stood naked next to her beast.

"Won't you give me a hand up?"

Mark waved me over as he rechecked all the straps on 
Lydia's tack.

"Cup your hands; right, now bend you knees; okay, and 
lift."

Kyra straightened her leg just as I put some oomph into 
the lift, my legs bearing the brunt of the effort.  She 
swung her other leg over and settled herself.

"Can you open the gate for me please."

I did so and Kyra clicked her tongue and indicated 
somehow that the horse was to move out.  She walked him a 
little way, possibly to avoid spooking my mount and then 
dug her heels in to start a trot that smacked her butt 
down onto the horses wide back.  Again, and Thunder 
cantered off.  The slapping lessened and Kyra was away.

I turned back to Mark.  "I think I can manage her out 
there.  The worst that's going to happen is I fall off 
isn't it?"

"Pretty well though that could kill you.  The ground's 
good here - we pick off any stones that grow a couple of 
times a year and there's no sign of 'dogs or snakes that 
might leave holes the horse could trip in.  If you feel 
you can do it I wouldn't dream of cooping you up.  You 
won't catch Thunder though, you'll have to wait until he 
returns here.  I'll put a pizza in to heat so if you're 
looking for me I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Okay Mark. See you then."

He waved me off and I was successful enough not to look 
like a complete dork.  Riding did feel good and if I 
quite readily rated myself as an informed novice - more 
informed than I'd let on - I certainly wasn't at the same 
ease I enjoyed behind the wheel of any car.

Lydia was a dream though; she accepted my commands as 
being clear and forceful enough to suggest I wasn't to be 
trifled with which was a major step.  She too trotted 
then cantered and a crossed the paddock in seconds, 
turning down the long race that Lady Godiva was tearing 
along.

I couldn't have caught Thunder in a fair race but he 
slowed before horse or rider were aware of the pursuit.

"Hi there."

"Roger!  I didn't think you were comfortable out here."

"I'm surviving so far.  I haven't had much experience but 
I did have a good instructor for the brief time I got to 
see him.  A perk of some work experience."

"Well you sat that canter okay."

"It was far bouncier before."

"You just need to stand in the stirrups more and adjust 
yourself to the rhythm of the trot."

"It doesn't bother you?  Bouncing around bareback?"  I 
was being deliberately na‹ve.

"Roger honey, I have got what, around 300 kilos of muscle 
as the worlds largest vibrator between my legs.  I live 
for the bouncing around."

She grinned at me and took off again to prove her point.

Heading slightly downhill, I coaxed a gallop out of Lydia 
and then had to wonder if I had been overconfident.  I 
kept both feet in the stirrups and lost neither the reins 
nor my seat.  I wasn't disgracefully far behind Kyra 
either when we reached the end of the run.

"God that feels good.  I get a happy from the saddle but 
riding bareback I feel every muscle under me moving as he 
walks or runs.  You would really have to be a girl to 
appreciate it."

I was sorry I couldn't bring Anna out here.  I think she 
would get on well with Kyra despite Kyra's lack of desire 
towards girls.

We took the race at a canter once more and Kyra then 
galloped back while I rode at a more controlled pace.  I 
couldn't really afford a few weeks in hospital at this 
stage.

Kyra pointed to the corral and continued her gallop back 
there but though she had Thunder tied to the rail she 
indicated I shouldn't bring Lydia inside.

"Just loop her reins around the rail a couple of times 
and get your pants off - I need you now.  No!  Take your 
shoes off first.  Sheesh!"

I did so and hung my pants over the rail.

"Where?"

"Get back on your horse."

I needed to climb the fence slightly since the stirrup 
was just a little higher than I could easily lift my 
foot.  The saddle had been warmed by my body so wasn't 
cold though I stuck to the leather a little.

Kyra followed me up the fence and stood carefully on one 
of the posts.  She reminded me of the Karate Kid 
practising his crane kick.

I moved Lydia in closer and Kyra slid a leg across the 
saddle in front of me.

"I would have thought you'd have faced the saddle horn."  
I didn't begrudge having her tits pressed against my 
shirt front nor her cheek against mine.

"Too hard against my clit.  This way I can rub against 
you - much nicer!"

She settled herself on me.  "Think you can keep us to a 
walk?"

"I can try."

Kyra put her arms around my neck and leaned back towards 
Lydia's head.

"Giddy up," she told *ME*.  Lydia obeyed.

When a horse is walking, the saddle seems to slide 
underneath you; this translated to quite a nice gentle 
and persistent fucking motion and Kyra found my mouth 
over and over as she expressed her gratitude for my 
presence.  Other than the fact that I was enjoying it 
every bit as much, I was really only a human dildo since 
Lydia was doing all the work.

I was willing to share the acclaim but Kyra seemed only 
interested in kissing me.  Poor Lydia missed out!

I didn't ask before giving a quick dig with my heels but 
I had been gentle and was rewarded with a trot that, at 
another time, I would have considered to be a nuisance.  
I concentrated on keeping my balance and let the jolting 
lift us both to drop back down again.  Kyra gripped me 
more tightly and sat still to keep us from falling.

I was deeply embedded and each bounce served to drive me 
briefly deeper and to rub our external parts in a manner 
Kyra, especially, found gratifying.  Though I had spent 
the previous day drifting from orgasm to orgasm I 
couldn't resist the feelings that arose from this novel 
experience.

I came, fountaining up inside Kyra and she pleaded with 
me to bring Lydia back to a walk.  I slowed us down and 
Kyra began to grind herself against me.  The saddle 
movements added a chaotic touch to the pattern she traced 
against me and we had to come to a complete stop to 
disengage before we reached the corral.

"I have to say you two looked to be enjoying yourselves 
out there."

"Mark - you've got a boner!"

"Well just because I don't want to jump out of a plane 
doesn't mean I can't find a film about skydiving 
exciting."

"True."

"Have you considered doing the training though?"  I 
asked.

"Huh?  What training?"

"Okay, I'm stretching the analogy.  You need to have a 
girlfriend to keep your father happy and you don't like 
the idea but, really, there isn't a lot of difference - 
though I'm sure you would notice what difference there 
is."

"So I should screw a girl to make my father happy?"

"No, but how about if he caught you screwing a girl?"

"Isn't that the same thing?"

"Not if he catches you soon enough.  Now you don't have a 
problem looking at a gorgeous naked women."  I pointed at 
Kyra.

"But she's my sister."

"You know some people would say that makes it harder to 
say no.  Let me assure you that Kyra has everything a 
hot-blooded young man could enjoy and more."

"Thank you."

"You are welcome my sweet.  God that was fun!"

"Let's get the horses cleaned up then and we can all have 
some more."

Mark and I removed Lydia's gear while Kyra attended to 
Thunder.  I was trusted to manage the saddle while Mark 
lovingly brushed the mare down.  I remarked on it to him.

"I like the horses themselves but don't want the hassle 
that goes with competing as my father wanted.  It wasn't 
a matter of going out and doing my best, I had to be the 
best *EVERY* time I competed; Second was failure.  I 
hated getting up on a horse in the end."

"So you somehow contrived a way of avoiding all 
competition?"

"A fall, a minor break in my leg but then I was too 
scared to get back on.  I even had therapy.  After that I 
couldn't get back on without exposing my fears as a 
sham."

"I'm surprised you wanted to come out here then."

"Well Kyra likes to ride - she is okay on horseback but 
never looked like making a jumper.  That might end up 
being Michelle's fate but not quite yet.  Anyway, there 
is more to do than ride here - and more privacy."

Mark grinned at me and Kyra turned to grin also.

Anyone coming by then would have seen a very odd sight - 
Mark fully clothed, myself in just my shirt and Kyra 
completely naked attending to a stallion whose penis was 
extended from it's sheath.  It would have been impossible 
to explain.

The horses were given a couple of carrots and let free 
while Kyra and I carried our clothes back to the house 
with Mark.

"Throw them down there," Mark pointed to a table.  "You 
can have a shower and then we can eat."

"Why not turn the oven down and join us?"

Mark's eyes lit up.  "Okay."

I stripped of my shirt and Kyra led me to one of the 
bathrooms where she turned on the shower.

"Just be a minute."

Kyra disappeared elsewhere and I adjusted the water from 
the twin needles to a comfortable temperature.  She took 
a little longer than necessary to fetch the towels she 
had in her arms when she returned but I guess she was 
entitled to some privacy at certain times.

Mark had already joined me and we took great pleasure in 
soaping each other's body but Kyra complained we had left 
nothing for her.  I merely pointed out that meant she 
could be pampered.  Mark was reluctant to get involved 
and I decided to try my luck.

"Kyra, do you mind helping with a demonstration?"

"I guess not."

Ah!  So nice to have a trusting helper.

"Okay, let me get behind you.  Right."

I stood close behind her, my erect prick resting 
vertically along the grove of her but so that it was 
aimed directly up her spine.

"That okay?"

"Makes me want to bend over and get fucked again."

"I'll take that as a yes.  Mark, would you stand behind 
me the same way please."

He did and I quite understood Kyra's comment.

"Have you both made a note what that feels like?"

They confirmed they had.

"Okay, well just bear with me for a second."

I slid out from between them and, turning, put one hand 
on Kyra's belly and the other on Mark's butt.

"Move forward lover.  Just stand like you were with me."

"But..."

"Just see what it feels like; you're not being asked to 
do anything else."

Mark shook his head and stepped into position behind his 
twin sister.

"What do you feel that's different Kyra?"

"Well some of the soap has washed away so he's not as 
slippery as you were.  Mark is a little higher and I 
guess I can feel his balls more."

"And you Mark?"

"As she said, Kyra's shorter than you and her butt is 
bigger."

"What!"

"In a nice way Kyra, love.  In a very nice way," I 
assured her before addressing Mark again.

"Okay but if you had your eyes closed, would you have 
noticed any difference if I hadn't been against you 
first?"

"Not from just that I guess."

"Well there isn't much difference between girls and boys 
from behind, is there!" pointed out Kyra.

"Only their bigger butts," teased her brother.

I stood behind Mark and wrapped my arms around him while 
my prick rested against his back.

"Oh, I don't know."

It was my turn to tease and I kissed his neck where the 
water was streaming over it.  Mark pressed back at me - 
he had joined Kyra and myself in being tempted.

I lowered my hand until it was back on his prick and 
gently stroked.  Kyra watched with interest.

"Come here love."

She moved closer and I shifted from behind Mark.  I 
rubbed his prick a couple of times and then asked her for 
her hand.

"Why?" demanded Mark.

"Just think of her as some other guy.  Can you really 
tell it's not a guy's hand?"

Kyra didn't object and was soon not only stroking Mark's 
prick but also my own.  I got her less skilled left hand 
but didn't mind; it still felt good.

"How long do you want me to keep doing this?"

"I don't know about Mark but I could manage forever.  Why 
don't you see if you can bring us off together?"

Kyra listened for her brother's complaint but it seemed 
he wasn't about to raise any further objection.  He was 
close to his sister and didn't really look on her as a 
girl in most things.  He hadn't been tempted by her for 
any incestuous contact previously and the situation here 
had made that less of an issue.  We were seeing if Mark 
could manage to keep a relationship going at a level 
adequate to appease his father.

At least that was the implied reason for us 
experimenting!

I personally was hoping to get them to do enough that I 
could either be a confident or a blackmailer.  I also 
wanted to get some kicks out of it for myself.

It was never going to take Kyra long to manage to bring 
us off.  Mark came first and painted the tiles in front 
of us; I followed soon after and Kyra pushed past us and 
wiped her hands through the mixture before using the 
spray to rinse it, and her hands, clean.

"Well?" I asked Mark.

"It felt good."

I grabbed Kyra's hand and pulled her gently into my side.

"I think it was better than good.  Thank you Kyra."

"You're welcome," she managed after we'd kissed.

I turned to Mark and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh-ho.  No!"

I took his face in my hands and kissed him myself.

"She hasn't got cooties.  It's a mouth - like mine - and 
a tongue - like mine - and lips - like mine!"

"Fuck this is weird!  Do you want to sis?"

"We've kissed before."

"Not like this."

"Come on.  You've done the rest."  Kyra made a good 
advocate.

They kissed like brother and sister for a second and then 
Kyra opened her mouth and licked Mark's lips.  I could 
see them part and the next swipe grazed his tongue as 
well.  He poked it through his teeth, not offering any 
access to his mouth itself and they wiggled tongues 
ineffectively.

"Oh my god!" I cried in mock despair.

I decided if I could get three girls kissing me at once - 
if a little awkwardly - then Kyra and Mark could.

"Come here!"  I was pleasantly forceful.

Turning their faces towards me I firstly kissed Mark then 
swapped to Kyra and back to Mark.  The next time, when I 
turned towards Kyra, I twisted Mark's head to follow me 
and on the way back did the same with Kyra's.  Now their 
mouths were touching and I only moved my tongue between 
them.

Eventually I kept it in the middle and slowly withdrew it 
into my mouth while continuing to rub it against theirs.  
There was as much brother-sister contact going on as 
there was with me.  I finally turned them to face each 
other.

The point had been made and they tried to make it as 
interesting as possible but I guess their hearts weren't 
in it.  What's the saying about as exciting as dancing 
with your sister?

Oh well, they had tried and could at least go through 
with it without puking.

"Don't enjoy it as much when I'm not involved, hey?  
Still if you had to kiss a girl convincingly you know you 
could, don't you Mark?"

"Yeah, sorry Sis."

"Me too Mark."

"Do you think you could help me wash Kyra now?"

Mark grinned.  He might not appreciate the naked body of 
his sister as I did but he appreciated her and was 
willing to help out.  Kyra had done all I had expected of 
her and more; I hadn't really doubted she would - not 
after she had licked his cum from my lips.

The fact that kissing had worried them more than Kyra 
jacking Mark off didn't surprise me.  A kiss was quite an 
intimate activity.

Regardless of whether or not Mark was more at ease now, 
he took care of Kyra's back and I her front.  We soaped 
her up just outside the spray (still warm) and then I got 
him to sandwich her between us.  Our pricks were limp 
this time and Kyra could feel them fore and aft at the 
top of her legs.  I lowered my hands until I had a firm 
grip on Mark's butt and pulled him towards me as I pushed 
my groin into Kyra.

It had the desired effect.

"Oooh!" said Kyra.  "I can feel you both getting hard.  
Nice!"

She put one hand behind Mark's back, indicating she 
wanted him to stay as close as I did.  I felt it too, my 
knob making contact with Mark's somewhere underneath 
Kyra's pussy.  I hadn't worried about contraception when 
we'd been on horseback and I didn't care that Mark could, 
with one inadvertent spurt at that moment, impregnate his 
sister - near enough sometimes was good enough!

Mark did move back but Kyra and I both did our best to 
keep him close and the result was that his knob made 
contact with her rose bud.  It wasn't going to drill into 
her ass without lubrication but it pushed against it in a 
way that had Kyra pressing back in turn.

"God that feels good.  I'd love to have you both inside 
me, together."

"The pizza might get burned," I teased.

"Fuck the pizza."

"I thought you wanted us to fuck you."

"Get the damn pizza then!"

Mark stayed silent.

The pizza *WAS* a little dry but it had started out thick 
and juicy so it wasn't impossible to eat.  We also had a 
beer each; the alcohol wouldn't affect Mark's driving by 
the time we left if he had no more and it might have a 
placebo effect in excess of the actual alcohol it 
contained.  Mark could blame unaccustomed "drunkenness" 
for any misdemeanours.

"I put the heater on in the Jacuzzi - just low to take 
the chill off.  You want to soak in there for a while?"

More water!  Oh well, I didn't get an opportunity to get 
to have a real bubble bath often.  Of course I was still 
interested in seeing whether Mark and Kyra could be 
encouraged or goaded into further displays.

I made no direct reference to the scenes in the shower as 
I sat between them, kissing them alternately.  Instead I 
tried to suggest people who could be depended on to share 
a celibate lifestyle or else to be caught with him and 
then be dropped some time afterwards.

"The only catch with taking the pledge is that a lot of 
those promising not to have sex are doing a Clinton and 
defining hand jobs, blow jobs and ass fucking as not 
being sex - or at least not being the type of sex they 
promised to do without.  I bet some of them could go 
years without losing their cherry but could pick up a 
baseball by sitting on it."

"Eeew! Gross Roger!"

"Just stating the facts and I didn't mention fitting the 
bat in there as well or managing to hit a home rune while 
they did!  Still, if you had someone who didn't mind 
travelling the back roads, you're one hell of a driver 
Mark."

"She would still be a girl."

"And I understand that.  When you were a kid did you have 
something you were made to eat but didn't like?"

"Carrots."

"Okay, you're what, seventeen.  In less than a year 
you're going to be legally an adult.  Now that isn't 
going to help much if you need your father's funds - and 
before you say you don't need them, look around you.  My 
foster family isn't crying poor by any means but they've 
got nothing like this,  You don't *REALLY* want to piss 
this away without careful consideration.

"What happens when you go off to college?  You either 
break up with your high school sweetheart *OR* you go 
into long distance mode where carefully timed illnesses 
or road trips might put off anything more than a kiss 
maybe twice in the first year.  You invest a little more 
than that and you might make it through the second year 
without breaking up but if that happens, well, you're 
heartbroken and keep to yourself for another six to 
twelve months."

"It actually sounds workable Mark."

"Would you pick some dork you couldn't stand to date or 
maybe some girl?"

"Well I could put up with being groped a little if I had 
to.  Turning out the light might help so long as he 
didn't smell.  I guess I could blow him; hand jobs would 
be easy enough.  As for a girl, hmm.  I guess it depended 
on what the stakes were.  Since it is the opposite of 
what you're trying to achieve I can't think of why I 
might need to.  I guess groping each other isn't that 
awful and being eaten by anyone would be much the same no 
matter who it was, so long as they knew what they were 
doing!  I don't know if I could go down on them though."

"We're in sympathy there Sis."

"Which I admit puzzles me.  I can think of nothing 
tastier."

"I don't know about the rest either.  It seems weird.  I 
mean I don't just like *EVERY* guy...."

"Nor do I," interrupted Kyra.

"If I wouldn't fuck some guy, why would I fuck some 
girl?"

"Your question to Kyra wasn't quite fair.  She wouldn't 
have to find someone she couldn't stand.  I think the 
point is to find a girl that you are comfortable being 
around - there have to be a few like that that you 
already know.  Sit up on the decking for me.  Please."

"Why?"

"Because I'll drown if I blow you down there."

I got a silly grin from Mark as he lifted himself up out 
of the water.  He didn't have a bad bod and shouldn't 
have had any trouble getting almost anyone he wanted to 
do any-*THING* he wanted.  For the moment he was getting 
a blowjob from me.

"Lie back," I commanded as I knelt on the submerged seat.  
Positioned by his legs I pressed his knees apart and 
moved closer.  One hand seized his prick, the other 
tiptoed across a flattened belly to play with a nipple.  
Then I kissed the tip and Mark was mine!  To do whatever 
I wished with!

Once again, Kyra was beside me; either interested in 
picking up tips or getting hot watching us - or perhaps 
hoping to be asked to help?  I hoped the third option was 
at least part of the reason because once Mark was 
relaxed...

Kyra had her hand on my back and I found she paid enough 
attention to my eyes that she ended up putting the other 
hand onto the nipple I had left free - on her brother's 
chest and without verbal direction from me.

Mark was now getting a three pointer - prick and both 
nipples.  Could we raise the stakes?

I slid up the hard pole then turned my mouth sideways and 
caressed Mark from one side as I moved down to his balls.  
I caught Kyra's eye once more and almost went cross-eyed 
looking back up at Mark's knob.

Eventually I had some success though I didn't think it 
would ever come.  I watched Kyra's face steadily approach 
close to mine and then enjoyed the image of her engulf 
her brother's erect prick and begin her vertical descent.

"No-argh!"

Two arms stiffened; we both resisted Mark's attempt to 
rise and ignored his admittedly feeble protest.  I mean, 
if anyone was seriously opposed to having their sister 
suck their dick would they let her jerk them off?

I let her take over by herself.

"If you found the right person you might even get to 
enjoy having her do this for you.  Are you really going 
to tell me that it would feel any better if it was me 
blowing you now?"

Mark grunted, I think a good indication he had no 
complaints.  I stood and moved so my prick crossed his.

"Would you like me to ram this up your ass while you're 
getting head?  Or perhaps I should come up that end and 
you can give and get at the same time?  Or perhaps Kyra 
could stretch her pretty mouth around both of us at 
once."

I saw Kyra start.  The idea hadn't occurred to her and 
became suddenly attractive.  She left Mark's nipple and 
took hold of each of us with a separate hand, twisting 
both pricks closer to parallel.

Much as I had alternated between their mouths as we had 
all kissed, Kyra initially swept her tongue across the 
tips of our knobs; a wide swipe that included front and 
back and outer sides as she changed to a more circular 
motion.  I could feel her lips in contact with me and 
then the gentle bounce of her teeth against sensitive 
tissues as she managed to work her way over the two 
pricks.

"Do you want us to come together Kyra?  To fill your 
mouth with one spurt after another?"

She answered me with a shake of her head, an awkward 
movement right at that moment.  She told us when she was 
able (when she no longer had her mouth full) that she 
wanted more than that if possible but for now it was 
message enough.

"Looks like we try to exercise restraint lover.  How do 
you like rubbing dicks with me?"

"It feels so good."

"It does doesn't it.  Kyra you are one sexy and talented 
woman.  You can even make a gay guy appreciate your 
talents."

Her lips closed around us and I felt the air leaking past 
as she tried to suck on the double dong if her mouth.  It 
was novel but having your pricks sucked together wasn't 
as practical as having her swap back and forth.

"You'd better rest your jaw, hon.  I can't imagine how 
we'd begin to describe how you dislocated it if we had to 
take you to the Emergency room."

Kyra backed off carefully and began licking us again 
instead.

"Would you like her to suck you again Mark?"

"Yes.  Yes, please."

"Then you should ask her.  I think she needs to know what 
you want."

"Kyra.  Please suck on me.  I want to feel myself deep in 
your mouth with your tongue rubbing all over me."

That was better than I had hoped but I pushed even 
further.

"You could try poking his ass with your finger as well."

I moved out of the way and Kyra released my prick to hold 
Mark's balls instead and then to explore a little 
further.

I moved behind her and found her pussy was wet inside 
though Kyra was partly submerged in the large tank of 
water.  She made it easy for me to slip inside her and I 
made it all the way in on the second push.

"Oh god yes, fuck me hard!"  Kyra took it for granted 
that I'd gotten the message and began to make Mark 
appreciate her even more.

The water began sloshing around us as I used Kyra's hips 
to aid me - harder! faster! deeper!  Kyra added muffled 
moans to the treatment her brother was getting and, if 
the blowjob tended to be a little jerky, Mark wasn't 
complaining, and certainly not at the vocal vibrations.

Mark and I had both come - twice - so it was a toss up 
who would cross the finish line first.  We may have 
lasted a little longer than Kyra expected but it all 
worked out for the best as Mark's explosion into her 
mouth caused a chain reaction, first in Kyra's loins and 
then in mine.

Whether it was the illicit act with her brother or being 
filled from both ends without caring who was there, Kyra 
came more strongly than she had the previous times I had 
been involved and those hadn't exactly involved her 
passive participation.

She straightened while I was still inside her and 
shuddered as my hard prick pressed against the front of 
her cunt.  I wrapped my arms around her and cupped her 
breasts, holding her against me as we both enjoyed the 
results of our loving.  I softened after a while and slid 
from inside Kyra's body; the water seemed cool in 
comparison.

Kyra turned to me and it was my turn to point out the 
smear beside her lips and to clean it from her face.

"God I'm glad we met you Roger.  Life certainly was dull 
before."

Mark slid into the water and stood beside us.  He wrapped 
his arms around us both and this time didn't baulk at 
kissing Kyra properly before greeting me the same way 
while I fondled his shrunken organ.

"I'm equally glad to have met the two of you.  It can be 
hard making friends when you move though I think I've 
lucked out when I came to live here.  Even so, I don't 
think I've ever known anyone quite like the pair of you."

Well, they were the only twins I knew and the only 
brother and sister I knew who were fooling around.  
Otherwise my three other lovers were probably just as 
adventurous.

"It's not just the sex though?"  Mark wanted more since 
he so often had to make do with far less.

I put my hand to his cheek and the water dripped off onto 
his chest.  "It's far more than just the sex."  I kissed 
him again and he responded with an urgency that could 
have been disturbing.

We continued to hold each other after the kiss ended and 
Mark rested his head on my shoulder.  His arms held me 
even tighter.

I had wanted Mark dependent on me and had obviously had 
my wishes granted.  Now I just had to manage to keep him 
from becoming too clingy during the next two weeks.  Mark 
and Kyra did mean more to me than just another sexual 
outlet - they were the key to the job and that was much, 
much more! 

We were beginning to shrivel and climbed out to dry 
ourselves.  Kyra disappeared again but joined us in the 
kitchen for another drink - a soda now.

"Well Kyra my love, you've taken the taste test - any 
preferences?"

Kyra looked at me, unsure of how I would take an honest 
answer perhaps.  Then again maybe it was the difficulty 
of actually saying that she preferred her brother's 
semen.

"I like you both,... but Mark tasted nicer, almost 
sweet."

"Could be what he's been eating.  What did you have for 
dinner last night Mark?"

"Pepper steak and fruit salad and ice cream."

"Pineapple in the fruit salad?"

Kyra dobbed him in. "He pigged out on the pineapple!"

"'s a good way to make cum taste better.  I'll have to 
get some."

"Is that true?"

"Yeah.  Of course we could always conduct our own trial.  
We'd need a fairly large sample and adequate variation in 
the time between eating and coming."

"And a test whether the flavour decreases with frequency 
of coming."

I looked at Mark.  He might not have fancied being blown 
by a girl (except sisters weren't always the same as 
girls) but he wasn't silly enough to object to a schedule 
of repeated blowjobs - purely in the interests of 
science.

"*I* think we could achieve this by increasing the number 
of participants so we don't over-stress each of them."

"So you want to go down on the whole school Kyra?"

"Only if they return the favour."

"Head for head - or would you want them to fuck you, head 
for tail?"

I got a deserved thump on my arm.

"How about you Mark?  Do you think you could return the 
favour?"  Mark looked a little ill.

I personally can not understand it!  Oh, I wasn't 
enthusiastic about giving blowjobs at first and certainly 
not at being buggered until I got used to the sensations.  
Now I knew what I liked and knew what I could do even 
when I didn't like it as much.  An asshole felt the same 
if it was male or female as did a mouth.  That didn't 
mean it didn't feel different from other holes but rather 
that the variation within a group was greater than the 
variation between them.

Some people would be violently ill at the thought of 
anyone going near their sphincter or of them placing 
their mouths anywhere near someone else's crotch.  Others 
would toss their cookies at the mere sight of two guys 
kissing or even holding hands.

If Mark found pussies alarming, well, it was just part of 
his make up.  It would make it difficult for him to find 
a girlfriend if he wouldn't even pet or eat her though.

Still, it might not matter before it really became an 
issue.  If he could avoid kissing or fooling around on 
the first couple of dates - not hard if we were all 
together - then I didn't really care whether he had a 
problem or not.

There were a number of movies available to watch at the 
ranch house including a cupboard that, once again, 
remained locked whenever the young Michelle was present 
at the hacienda.

Their guest, I was allowed to pick a title and found one 
that looked promising.  We sat together in a heap on the 
lounge floor and watched the story unfold.  Mark said he 
didn't find any of them particularly interesting, though 
a sequence where some stud got his prong blown for almost 
five minutes proved able to keep him glued to the screen.

     Basically, the story involved was simple; young lady
     starts for firm where the boss exploits all his
     workers.  She is forced to meet his needs and
     manages to get some consolation from one of the
     other female workers as they change after their
     shift.  Back in the boss' office next day and the
     woman is again being harassed by him.

     In walks the handsome union rep and our heroine
     believes he will set her free from this sexual
     hardship.  Instead our official and the manager
     believe in sharing the spoils and our heroine is now
     trapped between two rock hard places.

     Boss lies on his desk, worker straddles him and then
     union guy plugs her ass.  Woman finds that worker
     solidarity means more when it's in her ass and
     realises that she has been screwed by both the
     manager and the system.  Lights up, audience leaves
     while the credits role.

"I still want to have you both at once.  Couldn't we 
please?"  Kyra looked back and forth.

"Mark's a gentle lover.  How do you feel about fucking 
Kyra's ass while I try and make her pussy sing?"

"I guess."

My handwork during the movie might just have helped get 
him into a better frame of mind.

"Hmm.  How about you lie on your back then and, Kyra, you 
might like to just make sure your pussy is a little wet 
if it isn't already.  I'll be back in a second."

I was a little longer but returned with the tube of gel 
lube I had tucked away in my pack.  Mark was on her back 
and Kyra was doubled over him licking rather than sucking 
on his prick while her hand worked out of sight between 
her legs.

"I seem to be redundant."

"No!"

"No way."

It was nice to be wanted.  I knew I could have been - in 
several places - with the words "Information leading to 
the conviction of" prominent had I not been as good as I 
was.

"Okay now Kyra, I think Mark's as hard as he's going to 
get.  Would you like to start by sitting on his belly 
facing his toes."

Kyra got into position.

"Do you trust me Mark?"

"Yes."  His voice conveyed the lack of doubt - smitten!

"You, Kyra?"

"I guess."

"I need you to dip Mark inside you.  Is that okay?"

"You want me to fuck Mark!"

"Not quite.  Can you stick him inside you and just sit 
there?"

"I'm not sure about this Roger."

"Have I steered you wrong yet?"

"I guess not but Kyra's my sister.  It would be incest."

"Mate, I somehow think getting a hand job and a blowjob 
would be considered incest too.  If you're both willing 
and no-one gets hurt and most of all no-one ever knows, 
what is the problem?  Hell, ass fucking is a problem in 
some places, even blowjobs - and we won't even mention 
being actively gay."

"I guess then."

"Kyra?"

"If it's just coating him."

"Just put him in and hear what he thinks."

Kyra moved forwards.

"Just trap him under you for a second first."

"Okay."

Mark didn't look comfortable but he didn't break out into 
a sweat; he rested his palms against her back, providing 
some support for her.  Kyra pressed her mound against the 
side of his shaft and moved forward.  The knob slowly 
shifted from vertical to horizontal and gradually 
disappeared underneath the fur.

"What do you reckon Mark?"

"Warm and slimy."

"Think wet and slippery rather than slimy if it puts you 
off.  Okay Kyra, up and down."

Kyra straightened her legs a little and reached under the 
front to point Mark skywards then she settled and finally 
lowered herself.

"Warmer now Mark?"

"Yes," he gulped.

"Problems?"

"Not if I don't come.  I don't want to make Kyra 
pregnant."

"You won't; I start my periods sometime today or tomorrow 
- probably during the night.  I'm safe.  Why do you think 
I've been screwing Roger without protection?"

"I figured you had some cover," I said.

""You'd have fucked me anyway," she grinned.

"I'd have liked to but I had condoms handy.  How are you 
going?"

"Alright."

"Have you thought of fucking Mark before?  It's alright.  
We *ARE* all friends here."

"Thought of it once or twice.  Never expected to."

"When?" asked a surprised Mark.

"Oh back when you first hit puberty.  Yours *WAS* the 
first half-way adult dick I saw though it still had some 
growing to do.  When I saw it like *THIS* I went through 
the whole 'Okay gal, what would it be like to fuck that?' 
stage again.  Of course then whenever I saw a guy it was 
your prick I saw when I mentally undressed him."

"Pity I'm not straight, we could have had some fun."

"Nah.  I would never have risked it.  In fact, I think I 
should get off now."

"Okay," I said, "but straighten your legs first and then 
lean back so you're laying along Mark first."

It was awkward trying to keep Mark inside her as Kyra 
first stretched one leg and then the other out in front 
of her.  I hadn't actually asked her to keep him snug so 
she may have been more interested in fucking him than she 
made out.

When the back of her head was cushioned by Mark's cheek I 
lay down on the floor in front of Kyra's pussy.  Mark 
spread his feet but I had to lean over his thighs; my 
arms rested over the top of Kyra's.

I put a finger behind Mark's shaft and pulled it towards 
me.  With a "plop" the head came free and I covered it 
with my mouth.

My nose poked Kyra in the pussy, burying itself in the 
wet juices of her cunt as I lowered myself onto her 
brother.  I cleaned up the juices and then rewarded Kyra 
by running my tongue up and down the sides of Mark's 
prick as it rested against her pussy.

"Now I don't know about you two but I really like this - 
I can eat you both at once!  Can you imagine me making 
Mark fountain up and cover all your minge with his cum?"

Kyra was gripping Mark's forearms and I could see there 
was nothing wrong with her imagination.

"I think I'd better stop though or there won't be time 
for any fun.  Do you mind if I just feel how nice it is 
inside you before we start?"

"Won't that be starting?"

"Not quite."

I slid into the wet opening and covered Kyra's body with 
mine.  My prick rubbed against Mark's as it was pushed to 
one side; when I reached my limit it was trapped, pressed 
between our bodies.

"How's that Mark?  Can you feel my prick with yours?  I 
can feel your balls against mine; they make mine tingle."

"I was so right to trust you.  You come up with deviant 
ideas but I have to admit they feel good - and, yes, 
having your balls pressing down on mine is just 
fantastic."

"Shall we find out what it's like to rub our pricks 
together inside your gorgeous sister then?"

"Yes please," said Kyra, almost whimpering.

"What's up?" I asked, leaning away from her so I could 
see her face.

"I don't know.  It's just I can feel you both against me 
and I feel so loved.  I did like Mark inside me and now 
you make me want to roll you over and fuck you properly.  
I *NEED* you both in me - *NOW*!  Please?"

"Okay but first - sorry."

I pulled out and Kyra's hands left Mark's arms and 
grabbed mine.  "No!"

"Only for a minute."

"Too long!"

Well she was entitled to pout a little; I would if 
someone stopped fucking me in mid-stream and I'd now 
pulled *TWO* pricks out of her wet cunt.

"Just got to prepare things.  It might be easier if you 
roll onto all fours for a minute."

"A minute for you and a minute for me."

I had an idea Kyra was about to forget the delay.  I 
squirted a little of my gel into the palm of my left hand 
and then dipped a finger into the pool.

It was like painting Kyra's pucker.  At first she reacted 
to the contact, clenching when she needed to relax.  I 
teased and got a little inside.  I tried some more and 
she attached herself limpet-like to my fingertip.  
Rotating my finger broke the seal and I applied more lube 
and then more again.  Soon I was able to get a knuckle in 
and not long after I was finger-fucking her ass.

I changed to my thumb and was able to get a good dollop 
inside her and over the walls.  It was getting messy down 
there - a situation I was quite comfortable with and, as 
a means of keeping the exercise pain free, I'm sure Kyra 
would have been too had I asked.

I could have let Mark do this but why should he have all 
the fun?  I liked making someone react to having their 
ass attacked.  For someone like Mark it was an option 
more expected than not but girls were brought up to think 
of pussy and maybe mouth - not their "dirty" holes.

That was one misconception I had been taught to ignore.  
Oh, an ass wasn't always the freshest spot but a pussy or 
scrotum could be just as unpleasant and armpits left too 
long or sneaker-encased feet were just as unsociable.

But the body's job is to empty itself and unless you 
haven't been for a while, a simple wash should leave you 
fresh enough to entertain visitors.

When my thumb fit (very snugly) inside I knew it was time 
and wrapped my palm around Mark's knob.  I wiped the 
remaining gel over the surface and then parted Kyra's 
butt cheeks with the spread fingers of that hand while I 
placed the nozzle against the entrance and squeezed.  It 
didn't matter in the least that a sizeable proportion 
remained outside; it was where Mark would pick it up on 
the way through!

Which meant Kyra needed to skewer herself on her brother 
once again - just aiming a little off this time.

"Kneel over Mark again before the gel has time to slide 
away.  Yes, much the same as before.  Mark, would you 
like to hold yourself steady or do you want me to do the 
honours?"

Mark grinned.  Letting his lover put him inside his 
sister's ass *HAD* to be a whole level kinkier than doing 
it himself!  I guess if I had the opportunity of just 
lying back and letting people attend to all my needs I'd 
jump at it as well.

I found Kyra's asshole again with my thumb while I had 
the end of Mark's prick in my grasp.  It was no trouble 
to replace one with the other but the extra width (at 
least double) meant Mark stayed knocking until Kyra 
opened the door.

"Push back at your own pace Kyra.  If Mark seems dry let 
him slip out a little then try again.  If it's too dry 
tell me and I can use some more lube."

I doubted that would be necessary.

Kyra did as she was told and Mark closed his eyes; all I 
could see when I looked at him was his silly satisfied 
grin.

"God that feels..."  Kyra was having trouble thinking of 
what to compare it with.  I knew the problem though I had 
no way of knowing just how the sensations differed from 
having one's cunt filled.

"Good at least," I suggested.

"At the very least.  Mark this is wonderful.  Thank you."

"Are you comfortable?  No pains?"

"All is well.  No!  All is bloody fantastic."

"Well you might be a little sore later so perhaps you 
bruised your coccyx on your saddle."

"Huh?"

"If you need a reason."  Kyra wasn't dumb but Anna could 
have given me three excuses that would all have sounded 
plausible.

"Now if you carefully straighten your legs again."

Moving around once again made Mark's prick slide in and 
out at whatever rate Kyra desired.  It proved that she 
was adequately lubricated at least though she really 
wasn't in the best position for a lot of friction; that 
probably helped keep Mark from coming too soon.

Kyra lowered herself and even before she was settled I 
was there between two pairs of legs.  I lay over Kyra 
kissing her breasts as I let my prick brush through the 
light coating of hair that extended either side of her 
cunt.

I set my knob in place and put my hands to the sides of 
Mark's biceps.  Looking at both Kyra and Mark as he 
peeped from behind his sister's ear I eased into her 
until I was as deep in the one hole as Mark was in the 
other.

"I can feel you in there Mark.  How about you?"

"I felt you run right across me."

"So I'm just a convenient place to meet and have a chat?  
Pity you can't have a coffee or a beer while you're 
there."

I could tell she wasn't upset but a little flattery could 
earn bonus points.

"Kyra love, you are probably in no way convenient but you 
*ARE* the most interesting, not to say lovely and 
sensuous, *PERSON* to meet in, on, or around.  You make 
us both feel better than we probably deserve and if I 
hadn't asked you yet it was because I was hoping you 
might describe - in minute detail - exactly what you can 
feel."

"Well in that case, I have to compliment you on what 
looks like being my best fuck so far.  As you entered me 
I could feel when your prick contacted Mark's and when he 
moved a little in response.  Now I feel like I'm a 
bicycle who's tyres have been pumped full, front and 
back."

"So you'd rather I stayed still instead of doing this?"

Kyra's arm shot up and grabbed the back of my neck.  She 
pulled me violently to her mouth and almost cut my lips 
against her teeth.

"You know how there is making love and then there is 
fucking?"

"Uh huh."

"Well I think I might like what's on the other side of 
fucking please."

"Okay.  Let me know if I go too far though."

I started out just working slowly in and out, making sure 
everything was coated nicely and that it caused Mark no 
problems either.

"The *OTHER* side."

I grinned, more at Mark than Kyra.

"Forceful bitch isn't she?  It's a good thing I love 
her."

Kyra looked at me.  Was I serious or joking?  My thrust 
made the question vanish.

Mark had little room to move; Kyra limited opportunity.  
My thrusts did lift her a little and certainly drove her 
down harder so, effectively, I was responsible for seeing 
Kyra got fucked from both sides.

Mark liked it as much as Kyra when I concentrated on 
hard, and fast, and deep.  Mark's own movements made 
things significantly different from what Kyra had felt 
like previously and I have to say I was quite happy with 
how it felt to me as well.

Too happy and the pressure built inside me until I no 
longer cared whether Kyra was heading for orgasm - my own 
took absolute precedence.  That didn't mean she *WASN'T* 
heading ever closer though.

"I can feel you coming."  Mark's voice broke through my 
blurred senses.  If I was ever vulnerable, now was the 
time and the place.  Fortunately I didn't have to deal 
with anything more devastating than coming while my 
lovers weren't quite there.

"Try to hold off if you can."

Sorry Kyra, too late. I thrust a few more times but could 
feel myself wilt and withdrew despite Kyra's 
protestations.

"We're not finished yet.  Can you both roll over while 
Mark stays in place?  I'll help."

Half pulling, half rolling, I managed to get them - 
giggling together - onto Kyra's belly.

"Roll me over again - that was v-e-r-y nice."

Mark used his freedom to thrust gently once or twice.

"Forget that!  This is much nicer.  Oh yes Mark, more."

If you can get up on all fours," I suggested, "I think 
you'll find it is even nicer."

"Nicer!?"  Kyra struggled to her knees but left her 
forearms crossed beneath her cheek.

Mark smiled from behind her and I moved where I could 
reach under to finger-fuck Kyra while Mark and I kissed.  
All the while he kept up the slow fucking and I began to 
see the excitement building inside him.

"Harder Kyra?"

"Oh yes.  Both of you; harder please."

We grinned at each other and I concentrated on just 
trying to keep my fingers near Kyra's clit while Mark's 
meaty thrusts pushed her around my fingers.

It was only fitting that Mark, who had received two 
orgasms at the "hand" of his sister should now be the one 
to give *HER* one.  That it was due to, and during, his 
own was even more fortuitous.

Mark began to build up the frantic speed I myself had 
experienced from him; Kyra was likely to need an excuse 
later!  He arched his back, letting the opposite momentum 
of his upper body drive his hips harder.  I really 
thought he was trying to force his prick out of her 
mouth.

"Yes!" screamed Kyra.  "I can feel you!  GOD! Uhnnng!"

I judged she wouldn't want me fiddling any more and left 
her to enjoy the sensations to follow.

Mark collapsed over Kyra's raised butt, his hands pressed 
to the floor on either side of her shoulders and his 
forehead between her shoulder-blades.

"Oh my god," he whispered.  "That was incredible!"

There was a pause.  "Oo-oo-ah!"

I could imagine a constricting sphincter tightening as a 
well-massaged rectum squeezed a softening prick from its 
confines.

"Mmm, that's nice too."

Was Kyra referring to the passage of her brother's organ 
or the feeling of emptiness now it was gone?

Mark rolled to one side and just lay there.  Kyra looked 
at him, edged over and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you Mark, for everything."

"Thank you both," I thought.  When was I ever likely to 
be part of something quite so outrageous again?

Kyra turned to me as well and I knew I was to be 
rewarded.  "You realise you've made it impossible for me 
to ever have normal sex with just one man again," she 
joked.

"And that is a problem how?"

Kyra thumped me, feebly.  "Oh god I am so worn out.  Why 
couldn't you have come here to live years ago!?"

"So being worn out wasn't a complaint?"

"You know it wasn't.  How about you Mark?  Are you 
feeling fit enough to drive us home?"

"Don't want to go home any more.  Want to stay here and 
keep doing that."

"So it's not just *MY* ass you've got a liking for?" I 
quipped.

"Kyra is so tight and so hot.  Sis I'm not being rude but 
I really don't see why Roger likes your pussy so much 
when your ass feels so much better.

"I guess part of it is that I like the expression on her 
face as we make love, the look of her breasts, their 
feel..."

Mark made a face.  Breasts might seem like an abnormality 
or perhaps provide too strong a sense of the maternal for 
him.  Regardless of the cause, I pitied him for 
apparently not being able to even appreciate the 
aesthetic beauty of a well-rounded tit, let alone its 
erotic potential.

"I think I'd better have another shower," interrupted 
Kyra.  "I'm beginning to leak all over."

"Sounds good."  I stood and offered Kyra my hand then the 
two of us hauled Mark to his feet and a group hug.

It had been quite an afternoon.  Soon it would be time to 
leave and then I would need to survive the evening.

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