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On many of her stories, but not on my copy of this one, deirdre wrote:
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Gathering
by deirdre
9/24/94
"I'm sure it will." Jean, my wife, had just suggested things would be
better when we got Peg home and I couldn't help but agree. Peg was my
younger sister who was flying in from the coast to join me and my older
sister, Sandra for a family visit. We hadn't seen Peg for a couple of
years but had finally convinced her to come--that we had to make an effort
to see each other now that our parents were gone.
We'd only had Sandra for a few hours and already we were desperate.
Yes, I love both my sisters but Sandra really can be overbearing. I know
how to ignore most of her offensive remarks but Jean gets really
uptight--every night with Sandra, she's ready to explode by the time we
retire to our own room. Sandra lives close enough that we get to see her a
few times a year and I hate to say it but I often wish it was Peg who lived
closer.
I didn't recognize Peg. At least not instantly, the way I thought I
would. Her hair was short--well not a buzz or anything like that but short
enough that I'm sure taking care of it was a snap. And she had had long,
silky hair down to her shoulders when she left! She was dressed in jeans
and a rather tight leather top--I wondered how she got it to fit so
snugly--it didn't hide her shape a bit. She is a bit flat but she'd get
stares in that outfit anyway.
I gave her a hug and though she smiled at me, she seemed more
reserved. Somehow I had expected her to be bouncing around more or
something. She was only 20 and was still allowed to be exuberant. But it
was nice to see her and talk to her and I could tell that Jean was happy to
see her too.
Arriving home, we pushed a glass of wine in her hand and talked
pleasantly until Sandra returned from visiting one of her old high-school
chums. Then it was pleasant for about five minutes before Sandra's bossy
ways started grating on my nerves again. She had comments about Peg's hair
and outfit and about her flying off like she did aside from telling Jean
about how best to serve supper among other things. Inwardly I sighed.
I was a little surprised at Peg. I'd expected Sandra to get a rise
out of her--Peg and Sandra used to go at it tooth and nail--but Peg seemed
to let it roll off her. It seemed to all the world to me like Sandra
simply tried harder to get a rise out of her. She interrogated her about
her life, inserting comments here and there that were certain to bother
Peg's sense of independence. But Peg just took it all though I once saw
her expression while she was looking away from Sandra and I froze. I guess
it seemed like a look of determination but somehow it surprised me to see
Peg like that.
I was almost afraid to send those two upstairs, even if we had
separate bedrooms for them. They went up when Jean and I retired to our
room and I heard Sandra nagging all the way up the stairs and heard her
voice continue after that. Jean and I got in bed and couldn't help but
hearing conversation stop and start over and over upstairs. There weren't
any shouting matches or anything but it was easy enough to discern Sandra's
disapproving voice.
It continued so long I finally started dropping off--but then I was
suddenly awakened by a loud scream! I sat up and Jean was sitting next to
me.
"What was it?" she said, confused. I turned on a lamp and we both got
up and went out. There wasn't any sound in the house at all. We ran
upstairs. The door to Sandra's bedroom was open and she wasn't there.
Peg's door was closed.
"Peg!" I said as I knocked.
"What!" she said from behind the door.
"What was that? What happened?"
"Nothing!"
"Peg! Where's Sandra?" She opened the door a crack.
"She's in here with me."
"Who screamed? Was that her?"
"She had a nightmare. She's OK."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! Go back to bed!" She was acting weird. And she never opened
the door another inch. But Jean and I left them and went back to bed. It
took me (and Jean) a little while to settle down again--it had been such a
shock!
The next morning, we got up and breakfast was cooking! We got to the
kitchen and Sandra was making eggs and bacon and Peg was eating. But I
stared at what they were wearing! Sandra was in a short night-shirt type
thing that was slit a little up her hips. I'd seen her sleeping clothes
before and it was always a long baggy nightgown. Peg was dressed in a
little teeshirt and just bikini panties! They both seemed dressed a little
indecently even if they were my sisters. Jean seemed taken aback too--she
and I had our robes on.
Peg offered us eggs. Sandra didn't say anything but just cooked.
There wasn't a place set for her or anything but Peg asked her to set us
places and she did it immediately. Peg asked us how we wanted our eggs.
After Peg put down Jean's protests, we answered her. Sandra didn't say
anything but just started making eggs according to our requests.
We sat at the table. I looked at Peg. She looked at the two of us
and smiled. It was such a self-satisfied smile that it took me aback. Peg
had certainly changed!
After breakfast, Peg went to get dressed and Sandra stayed and did the
dishes.
I'd never seen anything like it! Jean and I got dressed too and came
out to find Peg dressed in a long mid-calf jean skirt over I guess a
leotard. She wore boots. The outfit seemed almost late-70s to me.
Sandra came out of the kitchen still in the little nightshirt. She
went up to change and Peg followed her. They came down again in a little
while, Sandra in a dress. It was a little sexier than I remember Sandra
wearing. I remember her shoes for some reason. They were leather but
reminded me of slippers.
Peg said they had to go out for a while. They left in Sandra's car.
"What's gotten into them?" asked Jean.
"I don't know," I said. I certainly was getting confused.
Sandra insisted on cooking dinner that evening and Peg convinced Jean
to let her. And that's the only time I remembered Sandra saying anything
the whole day! I didn't know what to make of it. We had plans to go to a
movie that night. Peg said we should go ahead, that she and Sandra would
just stick around. She said they'd seen the movie. That was ridiculous
because we'd planned it as an activity for all of us--we'd just pick a
different movie. Peg finally agreed to come. When we talked about movies
to go see, Peg suggested one that was playing at the local art house. It
was a foreign film noted mostly for its nudity and I was a bit surprised
that Peg picked it. I figured Jean wouldn't like it--she's always running
down nudity in movies--but we went and watched it and Jean didn't say
anything.
We got back and went to bed. This time when the two went upstairs,
everything was quiet. I remained amazed but still settled down and dropped
off.
It was dark and someone was shaking me, gently. "Dave!" I heard
whispered. The light next to my bed went on and I was blinded. It was Peg,
standing next to the bed. "Dave! Get up!"
"What is it?"
"Just come on and get up!" I looked at the clock: 12:15AM. I looked
at Jean.
She wasn't there!
"Where's Jean?"
"She's all right. Get up and get dressed!" We both spoke in hushed
tones.
"What's going on?"
"Never mind. I'll show you." I was just wearing my underpants. I
pulled my clothes over them. I felt a little funny with Peg there watching
me, but she *is* my sister.
We were walking out into the hall. "Now," I started again, "what's
going on?"
"Come!" she said and started upstairs, quietly. The lights were off.
When we got to the upstairs hall, light shown around the door of Sandra's
room which was almost but not all the way closed.
"Quiet!" she whispered. "Now, look!" and she slowly opened the door a
crack.
She waved me to poke my head in, opening it just enough so I could do
so. I stuck my head in and looked.
Jean and Sandra were in there! Sandra was in her little nightshirt,
sitting on the side of the bed, and Jean was totally naked, kneeling
between her legs, her face pressed to Sandra's crotch! I stared,
transfixed. Sandra held Jean's hair in her fingers. Jean's hands were
tied, behind her back.
I pulled out. "What!?" I exclaimed, but still in a whisper.
"Come!" said Peg, pulling me back downstairs.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Jean's always wondered what it would be like with a woman," said Peg.
"It works out perfectly with Sandra because Jean tends to want to submit."
I stared. This is about the last thing I'd ever have ever *thought*
much less *said* about Jean! My Jean? It was so crazy!
"You saw them there," said Peg as if reading my thoughts. "Come on,"
she added, pulling on my arm. I was in such a daze, I followed right
along. She pulled me outside to my car. Soon she was driving us.
"Peg!"
"What!"
"Where are we going?" I finally asked as if I'd just realized what
was happening.
"Kathy's." Kathy is Jean's younger sister who lives in town.
"What for?"
"You'll see," she answered. The later she said, "You're going to
seduce her."
"Kathy!?"
"Yes. It'll be easy for you--she's dying for you."
"Kathy!?" Peg had to be wrong.
"Oh, *you* don't see these things." Then we were silent.
"Why?" I finally asked.
"I... wait and see." That's all I attempted to find out. Soon we
were knocking on Kathy's door and she came out, obviously having been
awakened. Peg said we'd been out late to a movie and had stopped for a
drink. I was sure Kathy would be annoyed as hell but she didn't seem to
mind. Soon we were sitting in her living room, drinking--Kathy in her
robe, me in the jeans and shirt I'd quickly thrown on and Peg dressed
too--in jeans and a little top that didn't quite cover her middle. Peg
made small talk with Kathy who seemed to have awakened. We'd had two
drinks each and Kathy went to get something (not seeming at all like she
wanted to throw us out) and Peg said "She's ready. Go for her."
"Peg!"
"Go in there! Gee Dave--when she comes back in, go sit next to her.
She's hot for you!"
"Peg, you're crazy."
"You're blind. Se's coming back. Get up!" and she sort of shoved me
out of my seat and I stood. I faced Kathy and looked at her when she came
in. She did have a sort of shy way of looking at me that I could interpret
as hopeful.
I took the whiskey she had brought out of her hand and asked her if
she wanted another drink.
"OK," she said and she glanced at Peg. The she walked with me to the
other liquor and stood right next to me as I made another round. Suddenly
I was mentally agreeing with Peg--Kathy seemed to be hanging on my sleeve.
I'd always found Kathy attractive but had mentally kept her off limits
even from my fantasies: my sister-in-law. She was definitely cute. I
realized she was wearing a different robe: a silky one instead of the terry
one she'd been in before. I handed her a drink and she took it over to
Peg. Peg took it, thanked her and walked out of the room! I stood there
with two drinks in my hand. Kathy came back, a little smile on her face.
She took both drinks out of my hand and set them back on the bar. Then she
stood there in front of me.
Suddenly my arms were around her and we were kissing. Then we were
sitting on the couch, kissing more. It was so sweet.
Peg was there, next to us. "Undress her," she whispered in my ear.
We broke our kiss. Kathy stared at Peg. She looked like she didn't know
what to do with Peg right there.
"Get undressed," Peg said right to Kathy! When Kathy didn't move, Peg
reached up and started undoing her robe. Kathy let her--helped a little in
fact and then Peg was pulling Kathy's nightgown over her head!
Kathy sat there nude, still looking confused. "Kiss her," said Peg.
We were kissing again--right there in front of Peg. Her naked skin under
my fingers was heaven. She was so passionate.
"Finger her," came Peg's whisper in my ear. My fingers went between
Kathy's legs. She was wet. Her breathing grew as a fingered her. I
continued fingering her and she continued to breath harder and harder.
"Tell her to kiss me," came the whisper in my ear. "Hurry!" I
couldn't believe it! "Stop fingering her until she does it!" Peg's lips
were on my ear. I wasn't completely immune to the feelings *that* was
causing.
"Kiss Peg!" I said. Kathy stared at me but was still out of breath.
Peg had turned away from my ear and was next to me, facing Kathy.
"Kiss her!" I said. Rather than stop fingering her, I slipped two
fingers inside of her. She gasped. "Now!" I repeated. Peg leaned toward
her and in seconds they were kissing. I continued to finger her, watching
the two of them. Then I felt Peg's fingers at Kathy's cunt and soon I
withdrew, leaving it to Peg. Suddenly Peg dropped to her knees, pushing
her face between Kathy's legs. Kathy immediately came in loud gasps. I
stared.
Peg pulled her onto the floor while she was still trying to get her
breath and had her on her back, straddling her in another second. Peg
looked up at me and smiled. She massaged Kathy's breasts and fingered and
pinched her nipples. Kathy seemed to come to her senses. "Hey!" she
called. Her arms shot out, to Peg's body, trying to push her off.
"Help me!" Peg said to me. I grabbed Kathy's arms. Peg lifted her
body enough to pin them under her next to Kathy's body.
"Tell her to stop it," said Peg. I stared. "Tell her to relax!" she
said more vociferously.
I leaned close to Kathy. "Kathy. Relax." I said.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she said. Hearing her voice, I
wondered if she were about to cry.
"Don't say you didn't enjoy it," said Peg and she giggled, "Now you're
going to return the favor, little slut!" Kathy whimpered.
"Tell her to do this," Peg went on. "Kiss her and tell her."
I got down next to Kathy and kissed her. "Do it," I whispered in her
ear. Peg had stood up and I glanced back to see her removing her panties.
She was naked. Her slim little body was everything I'd imagined. She
pushed my head away from Kathy's with her foot , straddled her head, and
lowered herself. I sat up next to her. She pulled me into a kiss and her
tongue was in my mouth.
Then her lips were at my ear again: "Having fun?" she asked.
I fucked Kathy's rear that night. She was licking Peg at the time--it
seemed she licked Peg almost all night. Peg took my cock in her own
mouth--Kathy still licking her--in fact Peg took it all in. I was amazed!
Peg and I drove off at dawn, leaving Kathy lying on the floor in her
living room.
"Let's go back to California," she said. Out of the blue! I was
astounded.
"What about Jean?" I asked.
"She isn't going to stay with you. She'll go back with Sandra."
"What about Kathy?"
"There'll be *other* Kathys."
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Gathering
by deirdre
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