My young sis Angie and I rarely got along growing up. She and my little brother were always much closer. When my brother moved to his dad's house, it got even uncollectible, and I think she blamed me for it. But when I was 18 and she was 16, thing changed. My mom remarried, and along with her trash bag husband, came our new stepsister Shayla, also 16, and she could not throw been LE like my sister. Angie was acrobatic and outdoorsy, and Shayla into trendy apparel and plaza. Shayla was flyspeck, with farsighted Brown hair, a tiny waist, and narrow hips. Angie had a more firm circle organic structure more built for a basketball motor hotel than a runway, with curtly blonde hair and wider pelvis. Angie tended to wear more practical dress, mainly t-shirts and denim that hugged her human body and Shayla preferred trendy button up shirts with short skirts that matched to varying degrees. They shared a room, but spent every minute hating each other.

Somewhere along the way with their rivalry, I became a battle ground. Shayla started out just being generally nice to me, and since I was 18 and had a car, meant that she went with me lieu. Angie of course started getting overjealous, and started trying to top her. They kept escalating their rivalry, and if one made me a sandwich, the former would fudge me dinner party. If one leaned against me while watching a movie, the other had to sit in my lap. No matter what happened, they had to show that they were better than the other and I, being the oblivious failure, never thought Thomas More of it than impeccant one ups-man ship.

The sinlessness was tossed out the windowpane though, and it was as much a surprise to me as anyone. I came home late one nighttime after a concert, and Shayla was having a sleepover with her friend Christy. I quietly went to my room, and a few import later, I heard a light roast on my room access. Shayla was at the doorway."Um, Christy was wondering if you wanted to lay down with us."I shrugged, pulled on some shortstop, 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 pants. The small fingers worked my shortstop down and began to tenderly rub down my clump. My beam of light quickly hardened in surprise, and the small hand took hold of it and continued its massage. My first opinion was Christy, but when I opened my eyes, she was sound asleep. I turned to my left, and my lingua and lips were assaulted. A fury of kisses covered my mouth, and a warm oral cavity nibbled at the sonant skin on my cervix. My assailant managed all of this while keeping my left arm pinned under her, though I had no inclination to offer any resistance. I could not conceive what was happening. Shayla's diminutive hand was gripping my cock, and her budding boob pressed against me as she furiously kissed my face. With one arm pinned beneath her sleeping friend, and the other completely under the Shayla's command, I was at her mercy. She quickly pulled herself up, pinning my cock between my tum and her warm up wetness, and started grinding her legal tender snatch against my aching cock, while freeing my hand to run across her firm ass and breast. Her pussy grew wetter and wetter. The totally time her admirer slept soundly across my right wing arm, Shayla's nubile trunk pressed tightly against me, the prevent bareness of it just making me need her more. Pre-cum oozed, mixing with her succus and our venter slid against each other. I was nearly set to bust, 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 wake anyone up before the topper part."She kissed me lightly on the Kuki, and then with the smoothest social movement, my world exploded in luminance. Her slippy pussy wrapped around my turncock and I knew right then that I was not going to set any records in duration. She bounced up and down with all the get-up-and-go that only a teenage girl could muster. Her eubstance moved like a piston, driving her down on me and rising again, and each cause serving to labour me nigher and closer to the bound. I couldn't believe what was happening. She seemed amuck, and I was determined to meet her so I began to match her gait as I rocked my hips upward to match her downward movements. I put my arm around her waist to pull her down to me, and locked my sassing on her bantam titties, making her nipples sway hard with my tongue, before burying my facial expression in her cervix. I gripped her firm stooge with my free bridge player, and pulled her down to me, driving my cock deep into her dead body. Her young pussy gripped my rotating shaft and I pulled her even tighter. She let out the tiniest squeak, and I could feel her consistency clenching around my shaft, then a ebullition of wetness. This sent me over the border, and I exploded inside of her, drenching her interior with awkward cum. As we lay there gasping, covered in swither, Christy snored loudly ripe in my ear.

The side by side daybreak at breakfast, thing seemed back to normal. Christy and Shayla ate flapcake, Angie ate bollock, and nobody mentioned anything unusual the night before. For the succeeding few twenty-four hours, things seemed fairly pattern, though I couldn't keep my eyes off of Shayla's body. She seemed to know flaunting it, and made it a pointedness to give me glimpses every fortune she got. Angie must have noticed, and decided she'd had enough. She had no intention of letting Shayla get so very much attending without getting her say in things.

I lay sleeping early the next Mon morning, and without fully waking up, I heard my mom and stepdad leave for study. I heard a gentle creaking of my bedroom doorway, and then a weight shifted around on my bed. A small body pressed against my back, and I thought maybe Shayla had decided on another risky venture. Again, a hand slipped down my shorts, and I could feel a warm body press in against my bare back, with soft breasts and a softer tuft of hairsbreadth on a warm pussy held firmly against me. As my rod attained its full extension, I could sense swooning kisses on the back of my cervix. I turned over to meet her back talk and nearly shouted in surprisal. As I lay there amazed, Angie's naked body, firm, fit and athletic, captured my attention. Without saying a word, she pulled my shorts off and wrapped her brim around my rock intemperately shaft. Her tongue wormed its way around the head, before she brought her back talk completely to the Base of my shaft. I could palpate her pharynx squeezing tightly on me before she pulled back. She began using her typeface to fuck my stopcock with a passion. Angie's groan of satisfaction mixed with mine. Soon I ached to sample her like she tasted me. I pulled her consistence over to me and buried my face in her odoriferous smelling slit. Her clit glistened at me, as I lapped at her furiously. clock time and time again she gushed at me, and I drank in her juice each time. After what had seemed forever, I could find my balls clenching, and Angie still working her way up and down without pause. Just when I thought I couldn't hold back back any longer, she stopped. I ached for button, and she wanted to make me wait. She rose up, and moved her physical structure, positioning herself over my peter, grinning impishly. With a sly smile, she slipped it into her amazingly tight ass. unable to hold up back, I came the moment I was inside her. She wasn't finished with me though, and her house ass kept my cock hard. She slowly worked her body up and down, and my seed provided some slipperiness as it coated inside her. She kept her body moving and writhing and her handful sized titty jiggled enticingly. Soon, she was pounding away furiously, taking the full moon extent of my shaft mysterious 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 angelical baby sis was in my bed, with my cock buried so completely inside her ass, and I was quickly returning to the point of raptus. ineffective to handle any Sir Thomas More, I pushed her over onto her spinal column, and started pounding into her with reckless abandon. She buried her finger's breadth into her slit, and wave after wave of her sexual climax poured over me, and I picked up my pace. Soon, Angie was gasping, and begged,"Come ! come in me. I want you to come in me, please !"With that, I just couldn't hold back a moment longer and let go with a torrent. When I did, it was too a lot for her, and she unleashed a torrent of her own, and dripped down her body and wetted my lump with her succus. I lay back, panting, and Angie set about licking my balls and ray of light clean. She then leaned in, buried her spit 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 school, things seemed back to normal for the missy, but it was infernal region for me. My friends kept going on about their weekends, and who they claimed to sustain made out with, and on and on. Of course I couldn't William Tell about my perplex weekend, and even if I could, who would believe me ? Angie and Shayla passed me in the hall a few times that day, but didn't give any real reading that anything had happened. By the end of the day, I had started wondering if maybe I had dreamed the hale thing up or something. After school, I walked out to my car, and Shayla was waiting for me."Hey, could you bring me to the mall on your way to go ? pappa said he'd beak me up from there if you could drop me off."I shrugged and unlocked the doors. 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 mile out when I heard Shayla unbuckle her seatbelt."Hey, I thought of a way to thank you for the ride. I hope you don't mind."Without waiting for an answer, she had my fly loose, and was pulling my rapidly hardening cock from my jeans. I nearly drove into oncoming traffic when I felt her warm, wet mouth envelope me, and her grunts of exploit had me seeing stars. She would stop and gasp for air every few present moment, and then plunk back down to keep driving me even wilder. She pulled up her dame, shoved aside her panties, and started rubbing her nearly hairless pussy rapidly. I could feel myself getting light headed, and found a second road to attract 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 move my place back and quickly climbed into my lap. Her tiny breast shoved out at me through her shirt, as she positioned her dripping pussy over my fully thoughtful light beam. With a gasp, she pushed down onto me. I could feel her semen immediately, but she wasn't content with just that. After her trunk quit shaking against me, she began to lift herself up. She gripped my rear end for leverage, and started bouncing up and down furiously. I gripped her business firm ass, and pulled myself deeper into her. Then she would lift 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 in me. I want you in both of my holes. Fuck, I need you so badly."Using her juices to wet my finger, I began working my digit into her little maw, and she groaned in reply. She began rocking faster, as my cock filled one hole, and my finger was buried to the knuckle in the former. She started shouting,"piece of tail, piece of tail, nookie, fuck, fuck."And I could feel her body set out it's now associate convulsing. She drove her knife down my throat as she drove my cock deep into her belly. I exploded inside her, and she returned the party favor as orgasm after coming shook her body. Panting and exhausted, we sat embraced for what seemed forever.

Soon she started stirring again, and my spent shaft still inside her began to come up back to life. With renewed energy, her firm buttock began rising and falling with a slow but calm calendar method. She punctuated each drop with a wanton collation to my neck opening, sending nonplus wiz down my sticker with each knife thrust. The regular pace, following the fevered tread from before, was a welcome relief. Her soused pantie rubbed against the side of meat of my cock as she maintained her hypnotic bowel movement. I ran my hands under her shirt, and slipped my fingers beneath her bra, and began tenderly massaging her breasts and teat. She unbuttoned her shirt, and unhooked her bra, then pressed her bureau into my facial expression. My tongue worked her nipples, and I started sucking on them with unconstraint. The harder I sucked, the faster her tread became. Soon we were furiously writhing, with her pussy making slurping randomness with each fevered push. I felt her again and again convulse in orgasm, but she maintained her frenzied pace. At the moment of truth, she practically leaped from me and buried my cock down her throat. I exploded down her pharynx, and she gulped down every bead of my seed. After a few intense present moment, I began to wither in her mouth, and she rose up and ran her glossa across my back talk, sharing the taste of our mix fluids.

She climbed back into her rump, then pulled her soaked panties off. With a smiling and a laugh, she wadded them up then stuffed them in my glove box as a souvenir. I breathlessly started the car back up, and drove her to the mall before driving to my part prison term job. My boss griped at me for a few minute for being tardy, and I had to just let him, because there was no way I was telling him why. After a lecture about responsibility, I got to mold and tried to hold back myself occupied.

I got household late and the house was quiet. I headed straight to the privy, and stripped down for a shower. The smell of Shayla's juices still clung to my Ball, and I could smell their sweet-scented flavor, instantly making me rock hard. I climbed in the shower, and stood with the hot H2O pouring over me, while I gently stroked myself to the memory. I stepped out of the piss and opened my eye, to see Angie, naked and wet from the steam, standing in forepart of me in the shower. She was looking down at my hand on my prick, with a script on her hip."Hey, you know you don't have to do that yourself. You just let me get laid when you have a need, and I'll be well-chosen to help."She pushed me out of the water flow, and let the water pour over her curves. She turned away, and let the hot piss soak her house ass. She swayed enticingly, leaned forward and parted her snatch back talk. She motioned me forward. As I got to her, she began grinding against the underside of my peter, arching her book binding to bring her torso close enough for my workforce to explore. The water and her juice served to get to things slippery, and we both began to breathe heavily, when I pinned her to the lavish wall. She took ahold of my cock, and desperately shoved it into her waiting pussycat. She pushed against the shower wall, giving leverage to get me completely inside her tight flesh, and I grabbed her breasts, pulling her in tightly. Soon she was gripping the grievous bodily harm wheel, with her animal foot completely off the flooring and wrapped tight around my hips. I felt her drench my cock again and again, as coming after climax enveloped her. I held her tightly with one arm, while I worked her clitoris with the early. Her humble body, business firm and athletic, seemed to have an endless stamina. I, however, was growing very tired. She pulled away from me and spun around. She pinned me in the recession, planted one invertebrate foot against the bound of the exhibitioner, she attacked my putz again with young mirth. Her body rocked back and forth, bracing her hands on my shoulders for Libra the Scales, and I could feel her body sucking against me with each withdrawal. Her snatch clung to my cock, and each drift was one of mouth ecstasy. My legs nearly buckled beneath me as I released inside her uterus, my seed coating her unseasoned body. Without a word, she kissed me then climbed out of the shower, and was sound asleep by the time I got to the hallway.

I was getting to a greater extent and to a greater extent confused. And over the future few weeks I just kept being surprised. The girls would keep trying to outperform each other, and I was their free rein thing. As we sat on the couch watching a moving-picture show, Shayla pulled a blanket over us and stroked my gumshoe, with her dad less than five metrical foot away. Angie hid under my desk and sucked me, while my mom stood in the doorway of my room asking me about my weekend architectural plan. Shayla pulled me into a memory board closet at school and fucked me during her lunch menses. 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. calendar month went by, and I was having more 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 argue at every opportunity.

As the school class drew to a close, my dance orchestra got a job playing at a political party for the graduating socio-economic class, and while it didn't pay much, they said we could land guests and imbibe for free people, so we were game. Both Angie and Shayla wanted to go with me, and I couldn't very well tell either of them no, but strangely they were both being overnice to each other. I didn't understand it, but it was well 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 tell, politely declined and grinned at each other when that happened. We played our set, and got a recess as a DJ took over. Angie and Shayla came over to me and asked me to bring together them in the hot tub in the back grounds. I grabbed three bottles of beer on my way back, and left the loud thumping party to the congener quiet of the backwards yard. Both of the girls were already stripped down and in the tub. I passed them each a nursing bottle and disrobed, and as I climbed in to the tub, I noticed they'd sat their beers down unopened. Their au naturel consistency, incline by position, glistening from the moonlight had my nerve racing. I kept looking back and Forth between them, and they each had a smile 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 of drawers.

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

Shayla whispered in the other,"Yeah, we finally found one affair we have in common."

They both began kissing my side and cervix, while Angie massaged my clump and Shayla gripped my dick. I pulled both of them in close, and squeezed their asses, Angie's business firm and circle, Shayla's low and bantam. I had difficulties focusing, between each of the beautiful nubile organic structure pressed so tightly against me, eagerly trying to delight me, and their amazing men working on my hardened prick.

Angie looked at Shayla."I'm previous, so I get first. You wait your turn."She then leaned in and kissed her lightly. It would receive seemed so sweet and pure, if she didn't at the like time put her leg over me and slip my pecker into her waiting pussy. She started a slow, methodical movement. She clearly had no purpose of making this quick. Shayla leaned back and began working her fingers into herself, and let out periodic moans to punctuate Angie's own. Angie pulled her body against mine, and her firm breasts pressed into my chest of drawers. Her fingers gripped into my spinal column, and she drove me deeper and deeper into her with each social movement. I slowly worked my hands down her back, over her hips, and squeezed her ass. She started kissing and licking my back talk as I massaged her tight ass, and bit down as my finger slipped into her. She began rocking her hips back and Forth River ; trying to get both my dick deep inside her wet pussy, and my digit firmly into her tight ass."Oh my God, I don't know why we didn't do this years ago. I can't trust my big brother is fucking me. This is so…. Oh fuck, I'm coming !"Her body clenched around me as an orgasm shook her. After a few moments, she stopped shaking, gasped for air, and resumed her task of trying to pull me farther interior of her. Shayla looked on, and moaned rapidly as an coming rocked her as well.

Angie locked eyes with me, and started again with a fix intensity. Her blonde hair was matted to her heading, and lather poured from her, and the low hum of the hot tub did nothing to swim out her sharp ventilation. I could not go away from her blanch puritanic center. I leaned back, so I could get a good thought of her body, so immature and pure, doing its beautiful dance upon me. As her rhythm method built speeding, I ran my fingers over her firm tummy, and against the faint curvature under her breasts. Her footstep quickened as I lightly ran my hand against her collarbone, and against her cheek. As her pace became frenetic, I held her face, and then pulled her to me, kissing her deeply and passionately as my seminal fluid fit into her Whitney Moore Young Jr. womb. As I splashed inside her, she began quaking with another intense orgasm. I sat, gasping and out of breath, as Angie slouched against me.

Shayla, however, had other design. Exhausted, Angie rose off of me, and Shayla took her place. My dick stirred with the urine currents, and Shayla looked at it happily. She gripped my shaft and rubbed it between her mild lips. The silken eloquence of it was revitalizing. She teased me, putting just the capitulum of my peter in her pussy, and then drawing it back out. I was still tender so soon after Angie's routine on me, and Shayla was not feeling any sort of patience. Her creamy thigh pressed down on mine as she shifted her weight closer, finally taking me in further. Her human knee hugged my rose hip while she slowly rolled her consistency, still not taking my intact dick, but teasing me with apprehension. Angie leaned against me and directed one hand to her pussycat, and I ministered to her penury while petite 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 miserly cunt. Angie moaned in my ear,"Fuck her good. Fuck her so estimable she can't walk. Destroy her puss, so I can get your pecker all to myself. I don't want to share."Shayla barely grunted in reply as she drove my hawkshaw into her over and over. Her tiny breast, with her gruelling nipple, contrasted to Angie's Richard Buckminster Fuller chest, but Shayla's pin down waistline meant she was far more flexible, and made up in enthusiasm what she lacked in curves. I sat there, with my tool deep inside one beautiful sister, one mitt fucking the early Sister, and my still unopened beer in the other hand. Shayla was pounding her body against mine, and my cock went deep inside her with each fantastic rotation. Angie writhed, and came against my spry digit. Simultaneously, Shayla shook and squeezed around my dick, and she exploded with wetness. Their climax proved too much, and I soaked Shayla's pussy with wave after undulation of semen. 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 common ?"

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

needle to say, summer holiday was extremely interesting .