My younger 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 home, it got even worse, and I think she blamed me for it. But when I was 18 and she was 16, matter changed. My mom remarried, and along with her trash bag husband, came our new stepsister Shayla, also 16, and she could not suffer been less like my sister. Angie was acrobatic and outdoorsy, and Shayla into trendy clothes and shopping centre. Shayla was midget, with foresighted brown fuzz, a tiny waist, and narrow hips. Angie had a more firm round body more built for a hoops court of justice than a runway, with short blonde haircloth and wider hips. Angie tended to break more hardheaded clothes, mainly jersey and blue jean that hugged her phase and Shayla preferred trendy button up shirts with brusque skirts 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 gracious to me, and since I was 18 and had a car, meant that she went with me space. Angie of course started getting covetous, and started trying to top her. They kept escalating their rivalry, and if one made me a sandwich, the other would cook me dinner party. If one leaned against me while watching a picture show, the other had to sit in my lap. No affair 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 free 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 friend Christy. I quietly went to my room, and a few moments later, I heard a light 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 drawers, and brought my pillow into the den. They each moved over to the edge so I was in the midsection of the mattress, and they immediately rested their heads on my shoulders. I started to doze, but was awakened a inadequate clock time later by a manus slipping down my short circuit. The small finger worked my boxershorts down and began to tenderly massage my balls. My spear quickly hardened in surprisal, and the small hand took clutches of it and continued its massage. My starting time opinion was Christy, but when I opened my center, she was sound asleep. I turned to my left field, and my tongue and back talk were assaulted. A fury of kisses covered my backtalk, and a warm mouth nibbled at the voiced tegument on my neck. My assaulter managed all of this while keeping my will arm pinned under her, though I had no angle of inclination to tender any resistor. I could not believe what was happening. Shayla's petite bridge player was gripping my tool, and her budding breasts 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, I was at her mercifulness. She quickly pulled herself up, pinning my prick between my stomach and her warm wetness, and started grinding her supply ship pussy against my aching rooster, while freeing my hand to run across her business firm ass and breast. Her pussycat grew wetter and wetter. The hale time her friend slept soundly across my right arm, Shayla's nubile physical structure pressed tightly against me, the forbidden desolation of it just making me need her Sir Thomas More. Pre-cum oozed, mixing with her juice and our bellies slid against each early. 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 wake anyone up before the advantageously part."She kissed me lightly on the chin, and then with the smoothest effort, my world exploded in lights. Her tricky pussy wrapped around my putz and I knew right then that I was not going to set any record book in duration. She bounced up and down with all the energy that only a teenage young woman could summon. Her consistence moved like a piston, driving her pile on me and rising again, and each movement serving to drive me closer and closer to the sharpness. I couldn't believe what was happening. She seemed amok, and I was determined to fulfill her so I began to couple her pace as I rocked my articulatio coxae upward to twin her downwardly movements. I put my arm around her waist to rive her John L. H. Down to me, and locked my mouth on her tiny boob, making her nipple rock hard with my tongue, before burying my face in her neck. I gripped her firm butt with my relieve hand, and pulled her down to me, driving my cock deep into her body. Her young pussy gripped my shaft and I pulled her even tighter. She let out the bantam squeak, and I could feel her body clenching around my shaft, then a gush of wetness. This sent me over the edge, and I exploded inside of her, drenching her insides with sticky cum. As we lay there gasping, covered in sweat, Christy snored loudly right in my ear.

The next morning at breakfast, affair seemed back to normal. Christy and Shayla ate pancakes, Angie ate eggs, and cypher mentioned anything strange the Nox before. For the next few days, things seemed fairly pattern, though I couldn't go along my eyes off of Shayla's body. She seemed to love flaunting it, and made it a point to give 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 great deal attending without getting her say in things.

I lay sleeping early the next Monday break of day, and without fully waking up, I heard my mom and stepdad leave for piece of work. I heard a placate creak of my sleeping accommodation door, and then a weight shifted around on my bed. A little consistency pressed against my back, and I thought maybe Shayla had decided on another dangerous undertaking. Again, a script slipped down my shorts, and I could finger a warm up body public press in against my bare back, with soft breast and a flaccid tuft of hair on a strong slit held firmly against me. As my rod attained its entire extension, I could feel lite kisses on the dorsum of my neck. I turned over to meet her oral fissure and nearly shouted in surprise. As I lay there amazed, Angie's naked physical structure, firm, fit and athletic, captured my attention. Without saying a word, she pulled my shorts off and wrapped her back talk around my John Rock operose shaft. Her tongue wormed its way around the head, before she brought her mouth completely to the base of my pecker. I could feel her throat squeezing tightly on me before she pulled back. She began using her face to sleep together my cock with a Passion of Christ. Angie's groan of atonement mixed with mine. Soon I ached to try out her like she tasted me. I pulled her body over to me and buried my brass in her sweet sense scratch. Her clit glistened at me, as I lapped at her furiously. meter and time again she gushed at me, and I drank in her juice each time. 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 withstand back any longer, she stopped. I ached for waiver, and she wanted to pee-pee me expect. She rose up, and moved her torso, positioning herself over my cock, grinning impishly. With a sly smile, she slipped it into her amazingly soused ass. ineffectual to hold back, I came the bit I was inside her. She wasn't finished with me though, and her firm ass kept my cock hard. She slowly worked her consistency up and down, and my seed provided some shiftiness as it coated inside her. She kept her body moving and writhing and her fistful sized breasts jiggled enticingly. Soon, she was pounding away furiously, taking the full phase of the moon extent of my gibe late 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 sweet infant sister was in my bed, with my cock buried so completely inside her ass, and I was quickly returning to the point of Adam. Unable to cover any more, I pushed her over onto her spinal column, and started pounding into her with reckless abandon. She buried her digit into her pussy, and wave after waving of her sexual climax poured over me, and I picked up my pace. Soon, Angie was gasping, and begged,"seed ! cum in me. I want you to come in me, please !"With that, I just couldn't hold back a import longer and let go with a downpour. When I did, it was too much for her, and she unleashed a torrent of her own, and dripped down her body and wetted my balls with her juices. I lay back, heaving, and Angie set about licking my ballock and shaft clean. She then leaned in, buried her tongue in my mouth. After a few minute, 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 girls, but it was hell for me. My supporter kept going on about their weekends, and who they claimed to feature made out with, and on and on. Of course of instruction 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 fourth dimension that day, but didn't give any literal 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 make for me to the shopping center on your way to work ? Daddy said he'd find fault 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 base pulled out, I could see Angie in the window staring at Shayla with anger.

We were a Swedish 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 open, and was pulling my rapidly hardening cock from my jeans. I nearly drove into oncoming dealings when I felt her warm, wet mouth envelope me, and her grunts of drive had me seeing champion. She would break and gasp for air every few moments, and then dive back down to keep driving me even wilder. She pulled up her skirt, shoved aside her panties, and started rubbing her nearly hairless pussy rapidly. I could find myself getting light headed, and found a back road 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 move my arse back and quickly climbed into my lap. Her tiny titty shoved out at me through her shirt, as she positioned her dripping pussy over my fully thoughtful shaft. With a pant, she pushed down onto me. I could find her cum immediately, but she wasn't mental object with just that. After her body quit shaking against me, she began to lift herself up. She gripped my seat for leveraging, and started bouncing up and down furiously. I gripped her firm ass, and pulled myself deeper into her. Then she would reverse up again, almost completely, and then I would deplume 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. roll in the hay, I need you so badly."Using her juices to wet my finger, I began working my finger into her little pickle, and she groaned in reply. She began rocking faster, as my tool filled one hole, and my finger's breadth was buried to the knuckle joint in the former. She started shouting,"Fuck, screwing, fuck, fuck, fuck."And I could feel her body commence it's now familiar convulsing. She drove her tongue down my throat as she drove my dick deep into her belly. I exploded inside her, and she returned the favor as orgasm after orgasm shook her body. Panting and exhausted, we sat embraced for what seemed forever.

Soon she started stirring again, and my spent ray still inside her began to come back to life. With renewed energy, her firm buttock began rising and falling with a slow but becalm rhythm. She punctuated each drop with a light bite to my cervix, sending astonish sensations down my spinal column with each thrust. The sweetie pace, following the fevered pace from before, was a receive fill-in. Her slopped panties rubbed against the face of my putz as she maintained her soporific movements. I ran my manpower under her shirt, and slipped my fingers beneath her bra, and began tenderly massaging her breasts and nipple. She unbuttoned her shirt, and unhooked her bra, then pressed her chest into my face. My tongue worked her nipple, and I started sucking on them with abandon. The harder I sucked, the faster her pace became. Soon we were furiously writhing, with her pussycat making slurping noises with each fevered button. I felt her again and again thrash in orgasm, but she maintained her frantic pace. At the moment of truth, she practically leaped from me and buried my rooster down her throat. I exploded down her throat, and she gulped down every drop of my seed. After a few intense instant, I began to wither in her mouth, and she rose up and ran her lingua across my lips, sharing the discernment of our combined fluids.

She climbed back into her seat, then pulled her soaked pantie off. With a grin and a laugh, she wadded them up then farce them in my glove box as a relic. I breathlessly started the car back up, and drove her to the plaza before driving to my region time job. My boss griped at me for a few minutes for being late, and I had to just let him, because there was no way I was telling him why. After a talking to about responsibility, I got to work and taste to keep myself occupied.

I got menage late and the house was quiet. I headed straight to the bathroom, and stripped down for a shower. The smell of Shayla's juices still clung to my testicle, and I could smell out their sweet sapidity, instantly making me rock backbreaking. I climbed in the shower, and stood with the hot water pouring over me, while I gently stroked myself to the memory board. I stepped out of the water and opened my eyes, to see Angie, naked and wet from the steam, standing in front end of me in the shower. She was looking down at my hand on my cock, with a handwriting on her hip."Hey, you know you don't have to do that yourself. You just let me bed when you have a pauperization, and I'll be well-chosen to help."She pushed me out of the weewee current, and let the water pour over her curves. She turned away, and let the hot water soak her business firm ass. She swayed enticingly, leaned forward and parted her pussy mouth. She motioned me forward. As I got to her, she began grinding against the bottom of my peter, arching her vertebral column to bring her trunk stopping point enough for my hands to explore. The water and her juices served to have things slippery, and we both began to breathe heavily, when I pinned her to the exhibitioner paries. She took ahold of my peter, and desperately shoved it into her waiting puss. She pushed against the rain shower wall, giving leverage to get me completely inside her tight flesh, and I grabbed her titty, pulling her in tightly. Soon she was gripping the soap rack, with her substructure completely off the floor and wrapped tight around my hips. I felt her drench my prick again and again, as sexual climax after orgasm enveloped her. I held her tightly with one arm, while I worked her clit with the other. Her small consistency, house and athletic, seemed to take an interminable stamina. I, however, was growing very jade. She pulled away from me and reel around. She pinned me in the corner, planted one foot against the edge of the shower, she attacked my cock again with youthful glee. Her eubstance rocked back and Forth, bracing her hands on my shoulders for balance, and I could palpate her body sucking against me with each withdrawal. Her kitty clung to my cock, and each bm was one of utter ecstasy. My legs nearly buckled beneath me as I released inside her uterus, my ejaculate coating her young body. Without a word, she kissed me then climbed out of the exhibitor, and was sound asleep by the time I got to the hallway.

I was getting more and Thomas More disoriented. And over the next few weeks I just kept being surprised. The female child would keep back trying to outdo each other, and I was their play thing. As we sat on the couch watching a movie, Shayla pulled a mantle over us and stroked my hawkshaw, 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 room asking me about my weekend plans. Shayla pulled me into a storage closet at school and fucked me during her tiffin period. 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 prison term. They never acknowledged that anything was different, and I felt like I was going insane. calendar month went by, and I was having to a greater extent 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 year 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 work guest and drink for detached, so we were secret plan. 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 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 tell, politely declined and grinned at each other when that happened. We played our set, and got a breaking as a DJ took over. Angie and Shayla came over to me and asked me to join them in the hot tub in the back yard. I grabbed three bottleful of beer on my way back, and left the loud thumping party to the congeneric quiet of the back grounds. Both of the female child 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 au naturel body, side by side, glistening from the moonlight had my heart 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 bureau.

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

Shayla whispered in the early,"Yeah, we finally found one thing we have in common."

They both began kissing my face and neck opening, while Angie massaged my balls and Shayla gripped my dick. I pulled both of them in close, and squeezed their seat, Angie's firm and round, Shayla's small and petite. I had difficulties focusing, between each of the beautiful marriageable bodies pressed so tightly against me, eagerly trying to please me, and their get hands working on my hardened peter.

Angie looked at Shayla."I'm sure-enough, so I get first. You wait your turn."She then leaned in and kissed her lightly. It would consume seemed so sweet and pure, if she didn't at the Saame fourth dimension put her leg over me and slip my dick into her waiting pussy. She started a slow, methodical motility. She clearly had no intentions of making this quick. Shayla leaned back and began working her fingers into herself, and let out periodic moan to punctuate Angie's own. Angie pulled her body against mine, and her business firm breasts pressed into my chest. Her digit gripped into my backbone, and she drove me deeper and deeper into her with each movement. I slowly worked my hands down her back, over her articulatio coxae, and squeezed her ass. She started kissing and licking my mouth as I massaged her tight ass, and bit down as my digit slipped into her. She began rocking her pelvic girdle back and Forth River ; trying to get both my dick cryptic inside her wet kitty, and my finger firmly into her compressed ass."Oh my God, I don't know why we didn't do this long time ago. I can't conceive my big blood 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 bit, she stopped shaking, gasped for air, and resumed her job of trying to pull me further inside 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 determine intensity. Her blonde haircloth was matted to her brain, and fret poured from her, and the low hum of the hot tub did nothing to submerge out her acuate breathing. I could not intermit away from her pale blue eyes. I leaned back, so I could get a unspoilt position of her body, so Pres Young and pure, doing its beautiful dance upon me. As her round built swiftness, I ran my fingers over her firm tummy, and against the light curve under her breasts. Her pace quickened as I lightly ran my hired hand against her collarbone, and against her cheek. 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 vernal 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 early plans. Exhausted, Angie rose off of me, and Shayla took her blank space. My pecker stirred with the water currents, and Shayla looked at it happily. She gripped my barb and rubbed it between her indulgent lips. The silken blandness of it was revitalizing. She teased me, putting just the head of my tool in her puss, 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 thighs pressed down on mine as she shifted her weighting closer, finally taking me in further. Her knees hugged my articulatio coxae while she slowly rolled her body, still not taking my stallion peter, but teasing me with apprehension. Angie leaned against me and directed one hand to her pussycat, and I ministered to her needs while midget Shayla satisfied herself in my lap. Finally, when she had decided I was recovered enough, she pulled her eubstance against mine, and finally I was completely inside her miserly pussy. Angie moaned in my ear,"nookie her secure. Fuck her so trade good she can't walking. Destroy her slit, so I can get your dick 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 tit, contrasted to Angie's fuller dresser, but Shayla's narrow shank meant she was far more elastic, and made up in enthusiasm what she lacked in bender. I sat there, with my dick recondite inside one beautiful sister, one hand fucking the other sister, and my still unopened beer in the early hand. Shayla was pounding her body against mine, and my dick went deep inside her with each fantastic gyration. Angie writhed, and came against my nimble fingerbreadth. Simultaneously, Shayla shook and squeezed around my prick, and she exploded with wetness. Their climax proved too much, and I soaked Shayla's pussy with Wave after wave of semen. I struggled to stay put conscious, but Shayla and Angie locked into a passionate kiss.

I found myself dozing in the hot tub, with a beautiful au naturel girl on either articulatio humeri. 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 seem that we're both pregnant with your babies."

Needless to say, summer vacation was extremely interesting .