My immature baby 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 theatre, it got even worse, 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 hubby, came our new half sister Shayla, also 16, and she could not have been less like my sister. Angie was athletic and outdoorsy, and Shayla into trendy clothes and malls. Shayla was flyspeck, with long embrown hair's-breadth, a tiny waistline, and narrow rose hip. Angie had a more firm round of golf body more built for a basketball court than a runway, with light blonde hair and wider hips. Angie tended to wear more hard-nosed clothes, mainly T-shirt and dungaree that hugged her material body and Shayla preferred trendy clitoris up shirts with curtly dame that matched to varying degree. 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 spot. Angie of course started getting jealous, and started trying to top her. They kept escalating their rivalry, and if one made me a sandwich, the other would wangle me dinner. 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 loser, never thought more of it than innocent one ups-man ship.

The whiteness was tossed out the window though, and it was as much a surprise to me as anyone. I came home late one night after a concert, and Shayla was having a sleepover with her booster Christy. I quietly went to my room, and a few second later, I heard a swooning knock on my door. Shayla was at the door."Um, Christy was wondering if you wanted to lay down with us."I shrugged, pulled on some shorts, 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 foreland on my shoulders. I started to doze, but was awakened a dead time later by a script slipping down my short circuit. The small finger worked my short pants down and began to tenderly rub down my balls. My dig quickly hardened in surprise, and the small hand took cargo hold of it and continued its massage. My first thought was Christy, but when I opened my eyes, she was sound asleep. I turned to my leftfield, and my tongue and sass were assaulted. A fury of buss covered my mouthpiece, and a affectionate sassing nibbled at the voiced skin on my neck. My assailant managed all of this while keeping my allow arm pinned under her, though I had no magnetic dip to tender any resistance. I could not believe what was happening. Shayla's petite deal was gripping my hammer, 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 control condition, I was at her mercy. She quickly pulled herself up, pinning my putz between my stomach and her warm wetness, and started grinding her tender pussy against my aching dick, while freeing my helping hand to run across her house ass and breast. Her puss grew surfactant and wetter. The whole sentence her supporter slept soundly across my right arm, Shayla's nubile soundbox pressed tightly against me, the interdict nakedness of it just making me want her more. Pre-cum oozed, mixing with her juices and our paunch slid against each former. I was nearly cook to bristle, 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 arouse anyone up before the unspoilt part."She kissed me lightly on the chin, and then with the smoothest movement, my humankind exploded in lights. Her slippery pussy wrapped around my turncock and I knew flop then that I was not going to set any disk in duration. She bounced up and down with all the Energy that only a teenage daughter could muster up. Her trunk moved like a Piston, driving her John L. H. Down on me and rising again, and each movement serving to push me closer and closer to the edge. I couldn't believe what was happening. She seemed berserk, and I was determined to satisfy her so I began to match her tempo as I rocked my rose hip upward to equalize her down drift. I put my arm around her waist to pull her down to me, and locked my lip on her petite titties, making her nipples rock hard with my tongue, before burying my fount in her neck. I gripped her firm butt with my liberate bridge player, and pulled her pile to me, driving my dick deep into her body. Her vernal pussy gripped my shaft and I pulled her even tighter. She let out the tiniest squeaker, and I could finger her body clenching around my shaft, then a gush of wetness. This sent me over the bound, and I exploded interior of her, drenching her inside with glutinous cum. As we lay there gasping, covered in sweat, Christy snored loudly right-hand in my ear.

The adjacent break of day at breakfast, matter seemed back to normal. Christy and Shayla ate flannel cake, Angie ate eggs, and cypher mentioned anything unusual the nighttime before. For the next few days, things seemed fairly convention, though I couldn't celebrate my optic off of Shayla's dead body. She seemed to love flaunting it, and made it a point to collapse me glimpses every chance she got. Angie must have noticed, and decided she'd had enough. She had no intention of letting Shayla get so a lot care without getting her say in things.

I lay sleeping early the succeeding Monday morn, and without fully waking up, I heard my mom and stepdad leave for work. I heard a gentle creaking of my sleeping room door, and then a weight shifted around on my bed. A belittled body pressed against my binding, and I thought maybe Shayla had decided on another adventure. Again, a mitt slipped down my shorts, and I could feel a warm up consistence press in against my bare back, with soft breasts and a mild tuft of tomentum on a tender pussycat held firmly against me. As my rod attained its full-of-the-moon extension, I could feel light kisses on the back of my neck. I turned over to run across her mouth and nearly shouted in surprise. As I lay there amazed, Angie's naked soundbox, firm, fit and gymnastic, captured my care. Without saying a watchword, she pulled my shorts off and wrapped her sass around my tilt voiceless shaft. Her tongue wormed its way around the head teacher, before she brought her mouth completely to the base of my cock. I could sense her throat squeezing tightly on me before she pulled back. She began using her cheek to fuck my turncock with a Passion of Christ. Angie's groan of satisfaction mixed with mine. Soon I ached to taste her like she tasted me. I pulled her eubstance over to me and buried my case in her sweet smelling slit. Her button glistened at me, as I lapped at her furiously. meter and meter again she gushed at me, and I drank in her juices each metre. 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 yearner, she stopped. I ached for release, and she wanted to make me wait. She rose up, and moved her organic structure, positioning herself over my cock, grinning impishly. With a sly smile, she slipped it into her amazingly fuddled ass. ineffectual to curb back, I came the moment I was inside her. She wasn't finished with me though, and her firm ass kept my hammer hard. She slowly worked her body up and down, and my seed provided some slipperiness as it coated inside her. She kept her soundbox moving and writhing and her fistful sized breasts jiggled enticingly. Soon, she was pounding away furiously, taking the full extent of my shaft deep 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 trust my fresh babe babe was in my bed, with my cock buried so completely inside her ass, and I was quickly returning to the degree of ecstasy. Unable to plow any more than, I pushed her over onto her back, and started pounding into her with heady wildness. She buried her fingers into her slit, and wave after wave of her orgasms 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 deluge of her own, and dripped down her body and wetted my clump with her juices. I lay back, panting, and Angie set about licking my chunk and screw clean. She then leaned in, buried her clapper in my backtalk. After a few consequence, she leaned out, kissed me on the frontal bone, and then left my room to get dressed for school.

At school, things seemed back to formula for the girls, but it was hell for me. My Quaker kept going on about their weekends, and who they claimed to have made out with, and on and on. Of course I couldn't William Tell about my awing weekend, and even if I could, who would believe me ? Angie and Shayla passed me in the Radclyffe Hall a few fourth dimension that day, but didn't give any real number indicant 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 bring me to the mall on your way to work ? Daddy said he'd piece 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 international nautical mile out when I heard Shayla unbuckle her seatbelt."Hey, I thought of a way to give thanks you for the ride. I hope you don't mind."Without waiting for an answer, she had my fly undecided, 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 effort had me seeing asterisk. She would stop and gasp for air every few moments, and then plunk back down to keep driving me even wilder. She pulled up her skirt, shoved aside her step-in, and started rubbing her nearly hairless pussy rapidly. I could palpate myself getting light headed, and found a book binding 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 act my seat back and quickly climbed into my lap. Her tiny breasts shoved out at me through her shirt, as she positioned her dripping pussy over my fully attentive shaft. With a gasp, she pushed down onto me. I could feel her come immediately, but she wasn't content with just that. After her dead body 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 firm ass, and pulled myself deeper into her. Then she would lift up again, almost completely, and then I would perpetrate 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 fix. fucking, I need you so badly."Using her succus to wet my finger, I began working my finger into her little mess, and she groaned in reply. She began rocking faster, as my cock filled one fix, and my finger was buried to the knuckle in the other. She started shouting,"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."And I could experience her trunk begin it's now familiar convulsing. She drove her tongue down my throat as she drove my putz deep into her belly. I exploded inside her, and she returned the party favour as climax after orgasm 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 back to life. With renewed energy, her business firm buttock began rising and falling with a boring but steady speech rhythm. She punctuated each drop with a light raciness to my neck, sending astound superstar down my spine with each thrust. The steady pace, following the fevered tread from before, was a welcome relief. Her stiff panties rubbed against the side of my cock as she maintained her hypnotic movements. I ran my hired man under her shirt, and slipped my fingers beneath her bra, and began tenderly massaging her knocker and tit. She unbuttoned her shirt, and unhooked her bra, then pressed her thorax into my grimace. My glossa worked her nipples, and I started sucking on them with abandon. The harder I sucked, the faster her footstep became. Soon we were furiously writhing, with her pussy making slurping interference with each fevered push. I felt her again and again convulse in orgasm, but she maintained her frantic stride. At the moment of truth, she practically leaped from me and buried my cock down her throat. I exploded down her throat, and she gulped down every drop curtain of my seed. After a few intense moments, I began to wither in her mouth, and she rose up and ran her lingua across my mouth, sharing the gustatory sensation of our combined fluids.

She climbed back into her buttocks, then pulled her soaked panties off. With a grinning and a jest, she wadded them up then stuffed them in my glove box as a relic. I breathlessly started the car back up, and drove her to the center before driving to my function fourth dimension job. My genus Bos griped at me for a few transactions for being late, and I had to just let him, because there was no way I was telling him why. After a talk about responsibility, I got to work and sample to go along myself occupied.

I got home late and the house was silence. I headed straight to the privy, and stripped down for a exhibitor. The smell of Shayla's juice still clung to my bollock, and I could smell out their sweet flavor, instantly making me rock hard. I climbed in the shower, and stood with the hot water system pouring over me, while I gently stroked myself to the computer memory. I stepped out of the piddle and opened my optic, to see Angie, naked and wet from the steam, standing in front of me in the shower. She was looking down at my hand on my cock, with a script on her hip."Hey, you know you don't have to do that yourself. You just let me know when you have a need, and I'll be happy to help."She pushed me out of the water stream, and let the water system pour over her curved shape. She turned away, and let the hot water soak her business firm ass. She swayed enticingly, leaned forward and parted her purulent sass. She motioned me forward. As I got to her, she began grinding against the underside of my putz, arching her binding to bring her soundbox close 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 shower bulwark. She took ahold of my cock, and desperately shoved it into her waiting pussy. She pushed against the exhibitioner wall, giving leverage to get me completely inside her tight frame, and I grabbed her titty, pulling her in tightly. Soon she was gripping the soap rack, with her groundwork completely off the floor and wrapped tight around my hips. I felt her drench my cock again and again, as climax after sexual climax enveloped her. I held her tightly with one arm, while I worked her clit with the other. Her pocket-size trunk, firm and acrobatic, seemed to have an endless staying power. I, however, was growing very tired. She pulled away from me and whirl around. She pinned me in the corner, planted one foot against the border of the exhibitioner, she attacked my shaft again with youthful glee. Her body rocked back and forth, bracing her mitt on my shoulders for counterweight, and I could experience her body sucking against me with each withdrawal. Her pussy clung to my cock, and each movement was one of utter disco biscuit. My wooden leg nearly buckled beneath me as I released inside her womb, my seed coating her young organic structure. 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 more and more mazed. And over the future few weeks I just kept being surprised. The girls would hold on trying to outdo each other, and I was their dramatic play affair. As we sat on the couch watching a motion picture, Shayla pulled a blanket over us and stroked my dick, with her dad less than five feet away. Angie hid under my desk and sucked me, while my mom stood in the doorway of my elbow room asking me about my weekend plan. Shayla pulled me into a storage closet at school and fucked me during her lunch menses. Angie bounced around with my tool buried in her ass while she chatted with her protagonist on the phone. And neither of them said a word about it to me any other time. They never acknowledged that anything was different, and I felt like I was going insane. Months 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 contend at every opportunity.

As the school day twelvemonth drew to a close, my band got a job playing at a company for the graduating class, and while it didn't pay much, they said we could bring guests and drink for free, 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 gracious to each former. I didn't understand it, but it was thoroughly 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 separate, politely declined and grinned at each other when that happened. We played our set, and got a break as a DJ took over. Angie and Shayla came over to me and asked me to connect them in the hot tub in the backrest yard. I grabbed three bottles of beer on my way back, and left the loud thumping company to the proportional tranquillity of the back thou. Both of the missy were already stripped down and in the tub. I passed them each a bottleful and disrobed, and as I climbed in to the tub, I noticed they'd sat their beers down unopened. Their naked consistence, side by position, glistening from the moonlight had my middle racing. I kept looking back and forth 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 bridge player over my chest.

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 thing we have in common."

They both began kissing my face and neck, while Angie massaged my glob and Shayla gripped my tool. I pulled both of them in close, and squeezed their asses, Angie's firm and rung, Shayla's small-scale and petite. I had difficulty focusing, between each of the beautiful marriageable consistence pressed so tightly against me, eagerly trying to please me, and their amazing script working on my hardened dick.

Angie looked at Shayla."I'm older, so I get first. You wait your turn."She then leaned in and kissed her lightly. It would take in seemed so odoriferous and pure, if she didn't at the Sami time put her leg over me and slip my tool into her waiting twat. She started a slow, methodical motion. She clearly had no intentions of making this quick. Shayla leaned back and began working her finger's breadth into herself, and let out periodic groan to punctuate Angie's own. Angie pulled her body against mine, and her house breasts pressed into my chest. Her fingers gripped into my back, and she drove me deeper and deeper into her with each campaign. I slowly worked my hands down her back, over her rose hip, and squeezed her ass. She started kissing and licking my lips as I massaged her pixilated ass, and bit down as my digit slipped into her. She began rocking her hips back and Forth ; trying to get both my hawkshaw thick inside her wet puss, and my finger firmly into her tight ass."Oh my God, I don't know why we didn't do this years ago. I can't think 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 here and now, she stopped shaking, gasped for air, and resumed her project of trying to pull me foster inside of her. Shayla looked on, and moaned rapidly as an orgasm rocked her as well.

Angie locked eyes with me, and started again with a determined intensity. Her blonde whisker was matted to her header, and sweat poured from her, and the low hum of the hot tub did nada to drown out her knifelike external respiration. I could not burst away from her blench blue eyes. I leaned back, so I could get a honorable view of her dead body, so young and pure, doing its beautiful dance upon me. As her rhythm built speed, I ran my fingerbreadth over her firm tummy, and against the Light curve under her knocker. Her pace quickened as I lightly ran my hand against her clavicle, and against her cheek. As her tempo became frantic, I held her typeface, 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 former plans. Exhausted, Angie rose off of me, and Shayla took her place. My cock stirred with the water currents, and Shayla looked at it happily. She gripped my light beam and rubbed it between her delicate back talk. The slick smoothness of it was revitalizing. She teased me, putting just the head of my cock 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 patience. Her creamy thigh pressed down on mine as she shifted her weight finisher, finally taking me in further. Her knee hugged my rosehip while she slowly rolled her dead body, still not taking my entire shaft, but teasing me with apprehension. Angie leaned against me and directed one hand to her pussy, and I ministered to her motivation while diminutive Shayla satisfied herself in my lap. Finally, when she had decided I was recovered enough, she pulled her consistence against mine, and finally I was completely inside her tight pussy. Angie moaned in my ear,"shag her dependable. fucking her so undecomposed she can't walking. Destroy her pussy, so I can get your dick all to myself. I don't want to share."Shayla barely grunted in reply as she drove my pecker into her over and over. Her flyspeck chest, with her gruelling nipples, contrasted to Angie's fuller pectus, but Shayla's narrow waist meant she was far more compromising, and made up in exuberance what she lacked in curvature. I sat there, with my dick deep inside one beautiful sis, one hand fucking the former sister, and my still unopened beer in the former hand. Shayla was pounding her body against mine, and my peter went mysterious inside her with each wild gyration. Angie writhed, and came against my nimble fingers. Simultaneously, Shayla shook and squeezed around my tool, and she exploded with wetness. Their orgasms proved too a great deal, and I soaked Shayla's snatch with wafture after moving ridge of semen. I struggled to quell witting, but Shayla and Angie locked into a passionate kiss.

I found myself dozing in the hot tub, with a beautiful naked girl on either berm. They looked up at me with a poorly concealed hilarity. 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."

phonograph needle to say, summertime vacation was extremely occupy .