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Danni's eyes were red when they came out of the bathroom, but she was calm again. She didn't look at me.
"I think that's probably enough for tonight," Phee said.
"No fair!" chimed Beth.
"I agree," said Denise.
"Hasn't he caused enough trouble?" suggested Phee.
"Only for you and Danni," said Frankie.
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Phee, darkly.
"Nothing," said Frankie breezily. "But he's ready, and Denise and Beth want to try it."
"Why are you so sunny about this all of a sudden?" asked Phee. "An hour ago you were disgusted by the idea."
"I didn't say I'm going to touch him," said Frankie. "But now I'm not worried about him any more."
"That doesn't make any sense at all," argued Phee. "You've argued against having him in here from the beginning."
"That's because I thought I was going to lose," said Frankie. "I'm not so sure about that any more." She grinned.
I held up a hand.
"In the interest of full disclosure, I need to remind everybody that
our parents won't let me have a girlfriend, or Phee have a boyfriend
until we graduate. They're old fashioned about it."
Denise waved a hand back at me. "A mere formality," she said.
"I like all of you," I reminded them.
"A formality that isn't so mere," noted Denise. "But I can live with it, as long as Roberta isn't included."
"Roberta isn't included," I said firmly.
"Having a formal boyfriend is overrated," said Beth. "They get all clingy and want you to do things."
"I don't want anybody's heart to get broken," I said.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" That was Danni, who finally broke her silence. "God's gift to women?"
Frankie spoke. "That has to do with a conversation we had with
him while you were in the bathroom realizing you're still in love with
him, even though you've tried to fall out of love with him for over a
"Don't be a bitch," warned Phee.
"Well then, tell her not to be one either," snorted Frankie.
"And I don't want you fighting because of me," I said. "If I see that happen, I'm leaving."
Danni remained silent, but glowered at me. Actually, I think she
glowered on a general basis, but happened to be looking at me when I
"I don't care what you all do with him," she said in an obvious attempt
to project dignity and unconcern. She might have succeeded, had
she not been glowering when she said it.
"Then I say we continue as planned," said Denise.
"And what, exactly, does that entail?" I asked.
Beth stood up and pointed at the bed.
"It entails you taking off your clothes and lying on Phee's bed."
I lay there dazed, to tell you the truth. The whole thing with
them confronting me about being a jerk, and the conversation after
that, and the kissing, and all the emotion of that ... all of it had
pretty much worn me out. But Beth and Denise were eager to
explore. Danni still looked sullen, but wasn't crying any
more. Frankie looked pensive. Phee just stared at me, with a
strange look on her face.
I don't even remember taking my robe or shorts off, but there I was
lying on my back on my sister's bed. I was limp as a noodle, and
that seemed to fascinate the girls as much as an erection did.
"It was hard," pointed out Frankie. "Why isn't it hard any more?"
"Kiss him," muttered Danni. "It'll get hard then."
Denise turned her head to Danni.
"Look. We get it that you like him. We all
like him. We've all liked him for years now. You want us to
go in his room and leave the two of you alone? Is that what you
want, Danni? You want him all to yourself?"
I thought she was going to yell, because she took in a deep
breath. It made her beasts push her PJs tight, like Beth's had
been. But she didn't yell. Instead, her face relaxed and
"I'm sorry. I just didn't think I would feel like this.
You're right. We talked about this and we agreed. I promise
to do better."
I was astonished when all the girls rushed her, saying "Awwww" and
stuff like that. There was this general group hug, and I heard
somebody, Frankie, maybe, agree that kissing me was way different than
she thought it would be too. Then they all flowed apart and
turned back to me. Danni spoke again, but this time her voice was
"Frankie ... show him your breasts."
"What?" Frankie froze.
"If you want him to get hard, show him your breasts."
"Noooo," she moaned. "Nobody's ever seen them."
"We have," Danni reminded her.
"No boy has ever seen them," Frankie said.
"Then it's high time one did," said Beth. "He's seen the pictures ... remember?"
Frankie flushed. She looked at me.
"If you laugh at me I'll hate you forever," she threatened.
"You need to hurry," I said. "Just thinking about seeing them is making me hard already."
Her mouth dropped open and she looked at my cock. It had been
lying limply to one side of my balls, kind of on the front of my left
thigh. Now it had lengthened a bit. I could feel it moving.
"Hurry!" said Beth, her voice excited.
That's what peer pressure will do. Frankie's fingers flew to her
PJs and she unbuttoned the shirt. She stared at my cock the whole
time and, ever so slowly, pulled her top apart.
Frankie had freckles that went from one cheek to another, across the
bridge of her nose. They were pretty dark, and impossible to
miss. So were the freckles that made another arch from one
breast, across her upper chest, to the other breast. Her nipples
were imperfectly formed. They were puffy, and it was difficult to
tell where the nipple was, buried in that bulging areola. But the
areolas bulged outward from her breast flesh, and those puffy nipples
were eminently suckable.
I know they thought I was doing something intentional, because my penis
scraped upwards, filling and firming, until it was no longer lying to
the left, but was now aimed sort of at the left of my head.
"You did that," I said to Frankie. I looked at Beth. "You too?"
She blushed too, but her fingers went quickly to the buttons holding
her own flannel together. Her tits - and I use that word with the
utmost of flattery ... ladies, a guy can maybe explain that to you -
were phenomenal ... unbelievable. They were everything I had
dreamed them to be. Not only were they large, they were full and
tight, meaning they sagged only a little, just from their own
weight. The nipples were like dark brown pencil erasers, set on
an even darker brown background. Just seeing them made me wish
she had a baby - a baby I had made - to suck milk from them.
My cock lifted off my belly and sat, quivering, like a little cannon,
aimed to shoot at the headboard. I felt my balls pull up tightly
against my groin, and knew they'd feel hard and rough. It
wouldn't take much to get them to empty.
"Why is it like that?" asked Denise. "It looked just like that when he was standing up too!"
I needed to calm down a little, so I welcomed the distraction. I
rolled over and stood up. The girls darted away from me as if
they were afraid. I faced them. I was still looking back
and forth between Frankie and Beth, whose breasts were still exposed. My cock adopted what I call the anti-aircraft position that Beth had alluded to.
"When I get really turned on, it gets so hard it won't take any other position," I explained. "If I were a little less
excited, it would be straight. If I was less excited than that,
it would aim downwards."
"You're excited because of ... us?" Frankie sounded like she couldn't believe it.
"You and Beth ... yes," I said. "You're both beautiful ... delicious looking."
"Delicious." Beth said it with something like wonder in her voice.
"Boys like to suck on breasts for some reason," said Danni. It appeared her sulk was over.
"I get that," said Frankie. "I like to do that too." She
blinked, blushed, and pulled her PJ top together to cover her breasts.
"That's not a problem, Frankie," I said.
"I'm not a lesbian!" she yipped.
"Okay," I said. "That's fine too, but it doesn't matter. I
know I'll never have sex with you, but I still love looking at you."
"Really?" Her voice was high up.
"Wait." That was Danni. "Did you just lay a bunch of BS on her?"
I looked at Danni and shook my head. "I meant it."
"What about the rest of us?" she asked.
Denise groaned. "Stop doing this to yourself!"
"What's she doing?" I asked.
"She's trying to convince herself she doesn't have feelings for you."
"Shut up!" yelled Danni.
"If you start yelling at each other, it's going to get soft," I warned.
Danni looked like she was going to cry again.
"Danni!" I said, a bit loudly. She looked at me. "Let me explain."
She nodded, and I thought her eyes had some un-spilled tears in them.
"I've fantasized about having sex with all of you." I realized
what that actually meant and quickly added, "Except Phee, of
course." They all just looked at me. "Normally, I'd never
tell you that. But we're not normal any more, I guess. So
that's been there. I've even dreamed about it while I was
..." I wondered if that might be going too far.
"We know what you mean," said Phee, of all people.
"Okay, but dreaming about it is one thing. I've never believed I'd be lucky enough to actually get to do
anything with any of you. Why do you think I went off so fast
last time?" I looked at Danni. "I'm really sorry about
that, but you paralyzed me. I had no control. You owned me
in that moment."
She flushed, but looked less unhappy, so I went on.
"Now look at me. This is amazing. I'm standing here naked
with the sexiest, hottest girls I know. I can't believe they want
me to do that. There is the possibility some of them might even
touch me. It's mind blowing. Do I hope it happens?
You bet your ass I do. Do I assume that anything else will
happen? No way. That might jinx everything. I'm
already the luckiest guy in town, and even if nothing else happens, I'll always remember you guys, and wish there were five of me, so that I could be with each of you."
It was quiet, while they all just looked at me.
"Get back on the bed," said Beth, eventually.
I did, and Beth came to the edge of the bed. She sank down, mostly on the mattress and looked at my cock. Denise went to the other side and did the same thing. They had to lie halfway on the bed to get to me because it was a queen.
"Are you going to touch him?" Danni asked Frankie.
Frankie shook her head. "Kissing him made me think about it. Maybe next time, but no ... not tonight."
"Then would you touch me?" asked Danni softly.
Frankie paled. "In front of him?"
"I'm so horny," whispered Danni. "If you don't help me, I might do something stupid."
Which is how I got to lie there, while two girls traded off sliding
their warm hands up and down my rigid shaft, while I watched two other
girls kissing, each with a hand in the other's PJ bottoms.
Phee stood off to one side watching through glittering eyes.
It was unbelievable.
I didn't even care that I had to help Denise and Beth to get me to
spurt, because they couldn't get the hang of the right combination of
grip and speed.
Of course it might also have been because I never wanted this night to end.
I didn't wake up the next morning until someone sat on the edge of my bed. I opened bleary eyes, and saw it was Phee.
"Hi," I said. My voice cracked a little. I breathe through my mouth when I sleep, and my throat gets dry.
"Hi," she said. "You were a big hit last night."
"Thanks," I said. "I hope that's not weird for you."
"We'll talk about that later. Breakfast is ready."
I said okay and she left. I realized she was still in her own flannel
PJs, and looked at the clock. It was nine. It was also a
Saturday, though, so I assumed Phee had stayed in her PJs while she got
all the girls gone. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth
before going to the kitchen. Phee was dumping bacon and eggs from
the pan onto a plate. She set it down on the table and pointed at
the chair. I sat and she brought me a glass of milk.
"Eat, so we can talk," she said.
I looked around.
"Dad is golfing, and Mom went on some kind of tour of quilting shops
with her friends," she said, in answer to my unspoken question.
I ate, and she sat and watched me. I could tell she was emotional
about something, but I couldn't identify the emotion. When I
finished, she took my dishes and put them in the sink. Then she
took my hand and took me back to my bedroom.
"Sit down, please," she said, pointing at the bed.
I sat and she paced. Eventually she stopped and faced me.
"Why did you print my picture off that tumblr site?"
I swallowed. I didn't want to answer. I just looked at her.
"I have to know, Tut," she said.
"What if you don't like the answer?" I asked.
"Don't worry about that. Just tell me why you did it. Was it to give to Mom and Dad?"
"No!" I said immediately. Maybe too quickly. "I told you I wouldn't do that."
"You told me that later, after you printed it. Tell me ... was it to ... look at later?"
I looked at her and she looked scared.
"Look," I said. "It's not so bad, really. I mean you know I'd
never hurt you or anything. And guys are just guys
sometimes. Please don't get all freaked out."
She didn't look freaked out in the slightest. If anything, she looked less nervous. In fact, she took a step closer to me.
"Tell me the truth. Do you ever think about me ... that way?"
Another question I did not want to answer. "What way?" I hedged.
"Like you think of the others," she said. "Like you talked about last night."
I swallowed again.
"Didn't we talk about this already? I told you I printed them so I could show them to you."
"Is that the only reason you
printed them?" She leaned over and stared into my eyes. I
noticed that the top two buttons of her PJs were undone, and I could
see right down the front of them. I stared at the creamy inside
slopes of my sister's breasts, and swallowed again.
"No," I whispered. I hadn't meant to answer truthfully, but the distraction of her cleavage had sandbagged me.
She reached for my hand and pulled me to my feet. She's only a little shorter than me. Among the girls, only Danni is taller than Phee. She stood very close to me and stared into
"Have you ever jerked off thinking about me, Tut?" Her voice was just a whisper.
I swear I'd have lied, except her hands came to land on my waist.
I had slept in my shorts, and still didn't have on a shirt. Her
hands were warm and I felt tingles. They say you have to think
more to lie about something, because the truth comes easy. And I
couldn't think, just then, so again the truth slipped out.
I winced. I expected recriminations. I expected screaming. I expected threats of doom and gloom.
What I didn't expect was for her hands to leave my waist and come to my
face. She gripped said face firmly and then pulled it to hers,
where her warm, soft lips were suddenly crushed against mine, and her
hands slipped to the back of my head to keep the kiss going.
It was like kissing Frankie. Except it was like kissing Beth,
because I could feel my sister's hot breasts through the flannel
covering them as they pressed against my chest. Then it was like
kissing Danni, because when her hips found my sudden, instant and
complete erection, they bumped into it not all that gently. In
the end it was like kissing Denise, because suddenly my hands were full
of firm buttocks, helping her rub against my boner.
Suffice it to say it was not a sisterly kiss.
And when it was over she pushed me hard, and I landed on my back on my
bed, my arms flung wide. My expectations still weren't met,
because again she didn't yell or scream. Instead, she unbuttoned
her PJ top, just like the girls had the night before, and pulled them
open to display her breasts. She looked at the front of my
shorts, which were tented obscenely, and reached with her fingers and
thumbs to squeeze her nipples.
"Why do my friends get to have fun, but I can't?" she asked, her voice shaky.
Like I could answer that. Like I could even talk.
Phoenix could be very assertive when she wanted to be. Generally,
she chose her battles, but I knew full and well that if she wanted
something, she usually got her way. This had happened, to my
general dismay, on plenty of occasions.
She stepped up, putting her left leg between my legs, and shrugged her
top off. She bent over and gripped the waistband of my shorts.
"I had to stand there last night, and watch my best friend making out
with Frankie, while Beth and Denise got to play with your beautiful,
hard prick!" As she said "prick" she jerked hard and exposed the actual organ to which she was referring.
"And even though they all know I wasn't pissed off about you lusting
after me, they still assume I'm not allowed to do anything ... while
they get to satisfy their own curiosity at my expense!"
She reached for, and gripped my penis.
"I'm curious too, you know," she said, staring at the head of my cock
as she pushed the foreskin off of it. "I get horny too, you
know," she said as she jacked slowly on my rod. She crawled up
onto the bed, retaining her grip on my manhood, and lay down on my out
flung right arm. Her face came toward mine. "I want to know
what it feels like too," she said, and then she kissed me again.
This was very different than it had been with any of the other girls.
It was different on obvious levels. There was a fundamental
difference between doing something with two girls at once, while you
watched two others engage in at least semi-lesbian
foreplay ... and being alone with one girl. There was another
fundamental difference between playing around with potential
girlfriends ... and doing the same thing with your sister.
But I think the main difference was that I forgot all about the fact
that Phee was my sister. Rather, she was the girl I loved more
than any other, the girl I wanted to please more than any other, and
the girl I would die for before hurting. We had always been
close, but this was taking things to a whole new level of closeness.
We basically made out while she played with my dick. At one point
I whispered into her mouth "I want to touch you," and her hand left my
penis to bring my left hand to her naked breast. I admit I got a
little wild. There was a time when I rolled over on top of
her. She didn't resist at all, and just kept kissing me. I
took some time off to kiss my way down to her chest and suck on turgid
nipples, and her hands played with my hair while I did it. But
she loved kisses, and I loved kissing her too, so we did a whole lot
more of that.
Finally I slid my hand into her bottoms. She stiffened, groaned, and then spread her legs.
All I knew about fingerfucking a girl was what I had seen in internet
videos, but knowing about the clitoris was really all that was
important, because finding hers was easy. Then it was just a
matter of rubbing it until she shuddered and squealed and panted and
whined. I honestly believe it was knowing I had caused an orgasm
in her - the first I'd ever given another human being - that resulted
in my semen bursting forth to soak her hand. She was still
stroking, but not even close to what would actually bring me off.
In the end we lay there, gasping and panting, sweat rolling off our
bodies, tangled up together, both pretty much freaked out by what had
I was told later in life, or maybe I read it somewhere, that women have
one of two reactions to making love. At least if the loving they
got is good loving. They either lie there, happy and satisfied,
which is what evolution is all about. Lying there gives the sperm
time to wiggle through the mucus plug in the cervix, and go in search
of an egg. Or they get all excited and perky and jump up and are
full of energy. They say women like that will do things like
going on a cleaning frenzy when they are well fucked.
Anyway, when I was told this, or read it or whatever, I already had an
example of the second type. Phoenix was energized by having
orgasms. The more she had, the more energized she became.
She once got up from bed and painted an entire room. More about
that later, perhaps.
I got my introduction to that kind of woman that morning. One
minute we were lying there panting, and the next she was on all fours,
her perfect breasts hanging over my chest as she kissed me on the lips,
and cheeks and forehead.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she squealed. That was followed by "Don't you dare tell any of them we did that." She bounced off the bed and stared at my messy cock.
"I love you, Thutmose Robinson. I don't care if it's perverted or not. I love you, and I always will."
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