My younger babe Angie and I rarely got along growing up. She and my little brother were always much closer. When my crony moved to his dad's business firm, it got even high-risk, and I think she blamed me for it. But when I was 18 and she was 16, things changed. My mom remarried, and along with her scum bag married man, came our new half sister Shayla, also 16, and she could not cause been lupus erythematosus like my baby. Angie was gymnastic and outdoorsy, and Shayla into voguish clothes and malls. Shayla was midget, with tenacious brown fuzz, a tiny waist, and narrow hip joint. Angie had a more firm round body more built for a basketball motor inn than a runway, with unretentive blonde haircloth and wider pelvis. Angie tended to wear more practical clothes, mainly t-shirts and jeans that hugged her mannequin and Shayla preferred voguish button up shirts with short dame that matched to varying grade. They shared a room, but spent every minute hating each other.

Somewhere along the way with their rivalry, I became a fight ground. Shayla started out just being generally decent to me, and since I was 18 and had a car, meant that she went with me places. Angie of course started getting envious, and started trying to top her. They kept escalating their contention, and if one made me a sandwich, the other would cook me dinner. If one leaned against me while watching a movie, the other had to sit in my lap. No topic what happened, they had to show that they were better than the other and I, being the oblivious loser, never thought more of it than clean-handed one ups-man ship.

The innocence was tossed out the windowpane though, and it was as much a surprisal to me as anyone. I came home late one night after a concert, and Shayla was having a sleepover with her acquaintance Christy. I quietly went to my room, and a few moments later, I heard a Inner Light knock on my door. Shayla was at the threshold."Um, Christy was wondering if you wanted to lay down with us."I shrugged, pulled on some trunks, and brought my pillow into the den. They each moved over to the edge so I was in the middle of the mattress, and they immediately rested their heads on my shoulders. I started to doze, but was awakened a short time later by a hand slipping down my short. The lowly finger's breadth worked my drawers down and began to tenderly rub down my clump. My shaft quickly hardened in surprisal, and the small manus took wait of it and continued its massage. My starting time mentation was Christy, but when I opened my center, she was sound asleep. I turned to my left, and my knife and lips were assaulted. A Fury of osculation covered my mouth, and a warm mouth nibbled at the soft skin on my neck. My assailant managed all of this while keeping my pull up stakes arm pinned under her, though I had no inclining to offer any resistance. I could not believe what was happening. Shayla's petite script was gripping my cock, and her budding breast pressed against me as she furiously kissed my face. With one arm pinned beneath her sleeping friend, and the former completely under the Shayla's command, I was at her mercy. She quickly pulled herself up, pinning my cock between my breadbasket and her tender wetness, and started grinding her tender pussy against my aching hammer, while freeing my deal to run across her firm ass and breast. Her twat grew wetter and wetter. The whole meter her acquaintance slept soundly across my right on arm, Shayla's nubile soundbox pressed tightly against me, the forbidden nakedness of it just making me require her to a greater extent. Pre-cum oozed, mixing with her juice and our abdomen slid against each other. I was nearly ready to burst, and we had barely begun. Just when I wanted to cry out, she leaned down close to me and said,"Shh, you don't want to rouse anyone up before the best part."She kissed me lightly on the Chin, and then with the smoothest apparent motion, my earth exploded in lights. Her slippery kitty wrapped around my cock and I knew mightily then that I was not going to set any platter in length. She bounced up and down with all the energy that only a teenage daughter could come up. Her physical structure moved like a Piston, driving her down on me and rising again, and each drift serving to fight me closer and closer to the sharpness. I couldn't believe what was happening. She seemed demoniac, and I was determined to fulfil her so I began to match her gait as I rocked my hips upward to match her downwardly motility. I put my arm around her waist to pull her John L. H. Down to me, and locked my lip on her bantam titties, making her nipples rock hard with my tongue, before burying my face in her neck. I gripped her business firm stooge with my free hand, and pulled her down to me, driving my cock deep into her consistence. Her offspring puss gripped my jibe and I pulled her even tighter. She let out the tiniest squeak, and I could palpate her dead body clenching around my shaft, then a gush of wetness. This sent me over the edge, and I exploded interior of her, drenching her insides with sticky cum. As we lay there gasping, covered in fret, Christy snored loudly right in my ear.

The side by side morning at breakfast, affair seemed back to convention. Christy and Shayla ate battercake, Angie ate egg, and nobody mentioned anything unusual the night before. For the succeeding few daylight, matter seemed fairly normal, though I couldn't go along my eyes off of Shayla's organic structure. She seemed to know flaunting it, and made it a point to feed me glimpses every chance she got. Angie must have noticed, and decided she'd had enough. She had no intent of letting Shayla get so much care without getting her say in things.

I lay sleeping early the next Monday dawning, and without fully waking up, I heard my mom and stepdad leave for work. I heard a assuage creaking of my bedroom door, and then a weight shifted around on my bed. A small body pressed against my cover, and I thought maybe Shayla had decided on another risky venture. Again, a hand slipped down my shorts, and I could sense a warmly body press in against my bare back, with gentle breasts and a softer tuft of hair on a tender kitty-cat held firmly against me. As my rod attained its full extension, I could palpate light kisses on the back of my neck. I turned over to run into her oral cavity and nearly shouted in surprise. As I lay there amazed, Angie's naked body, firm, fit and gymnastic, captured my care. Without saying a word, she pulled my shorts off and wrapped her lips around my rock concentrated shaft. Her tongue wormed its way around the head, before she brought her back talk completely to the base of my cock. I could feel her throat squeezing tightly on me before she pulled back. She began using her grimace to eff my cock with a warmth. Angie's moans of satisfaction mixed with mine. Soon I ached to taste her like she tasted me. I pulled her body over to me and buried my side in her sweet smelling slit. Her button glistened at me, as I lapped at her furiously. time and time again she gushed at me, and I drank in her juice each fourth dimension. After what had seemed forever, I could feel my balls clenching, and Angie still working her way up and down without pause. Just when I thought I couldn't hold back any longer, she stopped. I ached for release, and she wanted to make up me wait. She rose up, and moved her body, positioning herself over my dick, grinning impishly. With a sly smile, she slipped it into her amazingly tight ass. Unable to view as back, I came the moment I was inside her. She wasn't finished with me though, and her firm ass kept my pecker hard. She slowly worked her body up and down, and my ejaculate provided some slipperiness as it coated inside her. She kept her dead body moving and writhing and her smattering sized knocker jiggled enticingly. Soon, she was pounding away furiously, taking the entire extent of my shaft cryptic inside her. She dug her fingers into my chest and bit her lip as she impaled herself on me again and again. I could not believe my dulcet infant sis was in my bed, with my cock buried so completely inside her ass, and I was quickly returning to the point of ecstasy. Unable to palm any more, I pushed her over onto her vertebral column, and started pounding into her with heady wantonness. She buried her fingers into her pussy, and wave after Wave of her sexual climax poured over me, and I picked up my tempo. Soon, Angie was gasping, and begged,"Come ! come in me. I want you to get in me, please !"With that, I just couldn't hold back a consequence longer and let go with a torrent. When I did, it was too very much for her, and she unleashed a torrent of her own, and dripped down her body and wetted my testicle with her juices. I lay back, heaving, and Angie set about licking my musket ball and shaft clean. She then leaned in, buried her tongue in my mouth. After a few moments, she leaned out, kissed me on the forehead, and then left my room to get dressed for school.

At schooling, things seemed back to normal for the girls, but it was hell on earth for me. My friends kept going on about their weekends, and who they claimed to have made out with, and on and on. Of course I couldn't tell about my amazing weekend, and even if I could, who would believe me ? Angie and Shayla passed me in the hall a few meter that day, but didn't give any real indication that anything had happened. By the end of the day, I had started wondering if maybe I had dreamed the whole matter up or something. After school, I walked out to my car, and Shayla was waiting for me."Hey, could you land me to the shopping center on your way to form ? Daddy said he'd pick me up from there if you could unload me off."I shrugged and unlocked the doorway. As the bus Angie and Shayla normally rode home pulled out, I could see Angie in the window staring at Shayla with anger.

We were a mil out when I heard Shayla unbuckle her seatbelt."Hey, I thought of a way to thank you for the drive. I hope you don't mind."Without waiting for an solution, she had my fly open, and was pulling my rapidly hardening rooster from my blue jean. I nearly drove into oncoming traffic when I felt her warm, wet sass envelope me, and her oink of exploit had me seeing stars. She would stop and puff for air every few moment, and then dive back down to keep driving me even wilder. She pulled up her skirt, shoved aside her scanty, and started rubbing her nearly hairless pussy rapidly. I could feel myself getting sparkle headed, and found a back route to pull down so I could park before I had a wreck.

Shayla looked up at me and said,"I thought you'd never get the hint."She hit the lever to motivate my seat back and quickly climbed into my lap. Her tiny breasts shoved out at me through her shirt, as she positioned her dripping cunt over my fully attentive shaft. With a pant, she pushed down onto me. I could experience her come immediately, but she wasn't content with just that. After her soundbox quit shaking against me, she began to lift herself up. She gripped my seat for leverage, and started bouncing up and down furiously. I gripped her business firm ass, and pulled myself deeper into her. Then she would pilfer up again, almost completely, and then I would pull her back down, until I was fully inside her again. She gasped,"Oh God. Oh, put your finger's breadth in me. I want you in both of my holes. screwing, I need you so badly."Using her succus to wet my finger, I began working my finger into her minuscule hole, and she groaned in reply. She began rocking faster, as my rooster filled one hole, and my finger was buried to the knuckle in the other. She started shouting,"shtup, piece of tail, shtup, shag, fuck."And I could feel her body begin it's now familiar convulsing. She drove her tongue down my pharynx as she drove my putz deep into her belly. I exploded inside her, and she returned the favor as coming after orgasm shook her consistence. Panting and exhausted, we sat embraced for what seemed forever.

Soon she started stirring again, and my spent spear still inside her began to come up back to life. With renewed energy, her firm buttock began rising and falling with a slow down but steady rhythm. She punctuated each drop cloth with a light bite to my neck opening, sending amazing sense down my spine with each jabbing. The steady footstep, following the fevered tread from before, was a welcome relief. Her soaked panties rubbed against the side of my cock as she maintained her hypnotic bowel movement. I ran my workforce under her shirt, and slipped my digit beneath her bra, and began tenderly massaging her breasts and pap. She unbuttoned her shirt, and unhooked her bra, then pressed her chest of drawers into my face. My tongue worked her nipples, and I started sucking on them with wantonness. The harder I sucked, the faster her rate became. Soon we were furiously writhing, with her cunt making slurping stochasticity with each fevered thrust. I felt her again and again thrash about in orgasm, but she maintained her frantic pace. At the moment of truth, she practically leaped from me and buried my turncock down her throat. I exploded down her pharynx, and she gulped down every drop of my seed. After a few acute bit, I began to wither in her mouth, and she rose up and ran her tongue across my sass, sharing the perceptiveness of our commingle fluids.

She climbed back into her fanny, then pulled her soaked scanty off. With a grinning and a laugh, she wadded them up then pig out them in my boxing glove box as a souvenir. I breathlessly started the car back up, and drove her to the shopping centre before driving to my persona time job. My boss griped at me for a few proceedings for being later, and I had to just let him, because there was no way I was telling him why. After a lecture about province, I got to exercise and tried to maintain myself occupied.

I got home late and the house was quiet. I headed straight to the lav, and stripped down for a shower. The feel of Shayla's succus still clung to my orchis, and I could reek their sweet flavor, instantly making me rock hard. I climbed in the exhibitor, and stood with the hot H2O pouring over me, while I gently stroked myself to the memory. I stepped out of the water and opened my optic, to see Angie, naked and wet from the steam, standing in figurehead of me in the shower. She was looking down at my deal on my pecker, with a hand on her hip."Hey, you know you don't have to do that yourself. You just let me know when you have a demand, and I'll be happy to help."She pushed me out of the weewee current, and let the H2O pour over her curves. She turned away, and let the hot body of water soak her firm ass. She swayed enticingly, leaned forward and parted her pussy lips. She motioned me forward. As I got to her, she began grinding against the underside of my cock, arching her binding to work her body finale enough for my hands to explore. The water and her juices served to make things slippery, and we both began to breathe heavily, when I pinned her to the lavish rampart. She took ahold of my cock, and desperately shoved it into her waiting pussy. She pushed against the shower rampart, giving leverage to get me completely inside her tight flesh, and I grabbed her breasts, pulling her in tightly. Soon she was gripping the soap rack, with her feet completely off the story and wrapped tight around my hip joint. I felt her drench my turncock again and again, as coming after orgasm enveloped her. I held her tightly with one arm, while I worked her clit with the other. Her little body, firm and athletic, seemed to have an eternal stamina. I, however, was growing very tired. She pulled away from me and twirl around. She pinned me in the corner, planted one base against the border of the shower, she attacked my dick again with youthful mirthfulness. Her torso rocked back and Forth, bracing her hands on my shoulders for symmetricalness, and I could sense her body sucking against me with each withdrawal. Her pussy clung to my cock, and each movement was one of utter transport. My leg nearly buckled beneath me as I released inside her uterus, my seed coating her immature body. Without a Good Book, she kissed me then climbed out of the exhibitor, and was sound asleep by the meter I got to the hallway.

I was getting more than and more disconcert. And over the next few calendar week I just kept being surprised. The daughter would keep trying to outmatch each former, and I was their frolic thing. As we sat on the sofa watching a pic, Shayla pulled a blanket over us and stroked my dick, with her dad less than five understructure away. Angie hid under my desk and sucked me, while my mom stood in the doorway of my way asking me about my weekend plan. Shayla pulled me into a computer storage closet at schoolhouse and fucked me during her dejeuner full point. Angie bounced around with my dick buried in her ass while she chatted with her Friend on the phone. And neither of them said a word about it to me any other time. They never acknowledged that anything was dissimilar, and I felt like I was going insane. Months went by, and I was having more than sex than anyone I knew, but I couldn't even mention it to anyone. And through it all, Angie and Shayla continued to bicker and debate at every opportunity.

As the schoolhouse class drew to a close, my band got a job playing at a political party for the graduating class, and while it didn't pay much, they said we could bring Guest and drink in for gratuitous, so we were game. Both Angie and Shayla wanted to go with me, and I couldn't very well recount either of them no, but strangely they were both being nice to each other. I didn't understand it, but it was good that they had taken a night off from screaming at each other. The night went well, and they both mingled with others, and got hit on a lot, but as far as I could state, politely declined and grinned at each other when that happened. We played our set, and got a faulting as a DJ took over. Angie and Shayla came over to me and asked me to get together them in the hot tub in the back curtilage. I grabbed three bottleful of beer on my way back, and left the loud thumping company to the relative serenity of the back yard. Both of the girls were already stripped down and in the tub. I passed them each a bottle and disrobed, and as I climbed in to the tub, I noticed they'd sat their beers down unopened. Their naked bodies, side by English, glistening from the Moon had my heart racing. I kept looking back and Forth River between them, and they each had a grinning that told me there was something I was missing. They slid around until they had me between them and started running their hands over my chest.

Angie whispered in my ear,"I bet you're wondering why we asked you here, huh ?"

Shayla whispered in the former,"Yeah, we finally found one matter we have in common."

They both began kissing my case and neck, while Angie massaged my testicle and Shayla gripped my dick. I pulled both of them in end, and squeezed their tush, Angie's firm and round, Shayla's small and tiny. I had difficulties focusing, between each of the beautiful marriageable bodies pressed so tightly against me, eagerly trying to please me, and their amazing hands working on my hardened dick.

Angie looked at Shayla."I'm former, so I get first. You wait your turn."She then leaned in and kissed her lightly. It would have seemed so dulcet and pure, if she didn't at the Saame fourth dimension put her leg over me and slip my shaft into her waiting pussy. She started a slow, methodical movement. She clearly had no intentions of making this quick. Shayla leaned back and began working her finger into herself, and let out periodic groan to emphasize Angie's own. Angie pulled her soundbox against mine, and her business firm breasts pressed into my chest. Her finger gripped into my back, and she drove me deeper and deeper into her with each trend. I slowly worked my work force down her spinal column, over her pelvic girdle, and squeezed her ass. She started kissing and licking my backtalk as I massaged her squiffy ass, and bit down as my finger slipped into her. She began rocking her hips back and Forth ; trying to get both my dick rich inside her wet pussy, and my fingerbreadth firmly into her wet ass."Oh my God, I don't know why we didn't do this years ago. I can't believe my big brother is fucking me. This is so…. Oh fuck, I'm coming !"Her dead body clenched around me as an orgasm shook her. After a few minute, she stopped shaking, gasped for air, and resumed her chore of trying to draw me further interior of her. Shayla looked on, and moaned rapidly as an coming rocked her as well.

Angie locked eye with me, and started again with a determined chroma. Her blond hair was matted to her heading, and sweat poured from her, and the low hum of the hot tub did zip to overwhelm out her sharp external respiration. I could not break away from her pale disconsolate eyes. I leaned back, so I could get a good prospect of her consistency, so Whitney Moore Young Jr. and pure, doing its beautiful terpsichore upon me. As her cycle built pep pill, I ran my digit over her business firm tummy, and against the visible light breaking ball under her bosom. Her stride quickened as I lightly ran my hand against her collarbone, and against her impertinence. As her pace became frantic, I held her face, and then pulled her to me, kissing her deeply and passionately as my seed burst into her young womb. As I splashed inside her, she began quaking with another acute orgasm. I sat, gasping and out of breath, as Angie slouched against me.

Shayla, however, had other plans. Exhausted, Angie rose off of me, and Shayla took her post. My pecker stirred with the water system current, and Shayla looked at it happily. She gripped my shaft and rubbed it between her soft lips. The silky smoothness of it was revitalizing. She teased me, putting just the head of my dick in her pussy, and then drawing it back out. I was still tender so soon after Angie's turn on me, and Shayla was not feeling any sort of forbearance. Her creamy thigh pressed down on mine as she shifted her weight closer, finally taking me in further. Her knees hugged my hips while she slowly rolled her body, still not taking my entire shaft, but teasing me with misgiving. Angie leaned against me and directed one script to her puss, and I ministered to her pauperization while bantam Shayla satisfied herself in my lap. Finally, when she had decided I was recovered enough, she pulled her body against mine, and finally I was completely inside her tight puss. Angie moaned in my ear,"shag her good. screwing her so beneficial she can't walking. Destroy her kitty, so I can get your hawkshaw all to myself. I don't want to share."Shayla barely grunted in reply as she drove my dick into her over and over. Her tiny breasts, with her hard mammilla, contrasted to Angie's fuller chest, but Shayla's narrow waist meant she was far more flexible, and made up in exuberance what she lacked in bend. I sat there, with my dick cryptic inside one beautiful sister, one mitt fucking the other sis, and my still unopened beer in the other hand. Shayla was pounding her soundbox against mine, and my cock went rich inside her with each fantastic gyration. Angie writhed, and came against my agile fingerbreadth. Simultaneously, Shayla shook and squeezed around my tool, and she exploded with wetness. Their orgasms proved too a lot, and I soaked Shayla's slit with wave after wave of ejaculate. I struggled to stay conscious, but Shayla and Angie locked into a passionate kiss.

I found myself dozing in the hot tub, with a beautiful naked girl on either shoulder. They looked up at me with a poorly concealed glee. Angie asked,"So, were you wondering what it was that we finally found we have in uncouth ?"

I nodded lazily, and Shayla piped up,"Well, you see, yesterday we found out something interesting. It would seem that we're both pregnant with your babies."

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