My Sisters And I

“I suppose I haven't?”

“Sure you've got it… at least you had it when I married you.” Dad sounded sore as a boil. He added, “Before you turned into a fucking cruise director.”

“Cruise director!” Missie sounded furious. “Why should I put out for a man who fucks every woman he meets?”

“Make that every other woman.” My father's sense of humor was back, and I figured we were home free. The bedroom voices softened until not even Anita could overhear what was being said, if anything.

I said, “Let's go to the beach… we could all use a swim.”

We all trooped down there, all thoughts of more fun and games out of our thoughts thanks to the interruption by our father's unexpected return… but the mattresses were still there on the sand where we had left them after our orgy the night before.

Anita halted and looked at them, and said, “It seems a shame to waste them.”

Francie eyed my cock hungrily and said, “We may not get another chance.”

Darlene said, “But Dad could turn up any moment and catch us again.”

Anita snorted. “Not bloody likely… I know Missie. When she decides to put out for a man, especially for Dad, it goes on for hours and hours.”

I said, “Amen!”

“I don't know about the rest of you,” said little Jean, “but I'm gonna get clean.” She raced toward the water, splashed into it on the run, then knifed through it with a racing dive. The other girls followed, except for Anita. She held me back and whispered, “Is Missie so much better than we are… than I am?”

I kissed her fondly and ran a finger the length of her rump, making her curl like a kitten. I said, “She's been at it a lot longer… wait till you're thirty-five.”

“Thirty-three,” said Anita. “Missie was eighteen when I was born.” She looked up into my eyes closely and said, with one of her lovely nipples pressed against my flesh, “Do you still want to fuck me, darling Jeff?”

I said, “Anytime, anywhere, honey. I love you very, very much.” I looked at the others, sporting in the water like frisky young mermaids. I said, “Hell, I'm in love with all of you.”

Anita sighed, her huge dark eyes liquid. She said, “Darling Jeff, you're going to make a lot of women very happy… and a lot more of them very unhappy.”

“I'm not going to try to follow that,” I said, giving her box a slow squeeze, “but meanwhile, let's have a ball.”

“Let's have a ball, Jeff darling,” she repeated, her lips grazing mine. I could have fucked her then and there, but I felt crummy all over with the accumulated slime of the wild night just past. We went in and joined the others and played in the warm waters atop the reef. The girls darted around me, engaging in subsurface antics, and Francie actually tried to suck me off under water… and might have made it if Darlene and Jean had not each taken hold of one of her ankles and pulled her mouth off my throbbing dong.

Then the girls started romping with one another and Cousin George pulled me aside. It was almost funny how his attitude toward me had changed since he got back from L.A. Until then, he was the snotty sophisticate, the older boy from the East who had done a lot of things with pot and booze and broads that I was still a virgin at. He knew I was bigger and stronger and faster and could beat him up if it ever got down to that… but he had the edge of a year on me, and he had been fucking Darlene and Anita and little Jean while I was a real stupe about what was happening. Then he caught Missie, or maybe she caught him, I don't know. I guess she let him screw her to get even with Dad over Angela, whoever she was. When he got back yesterday, he was really riding a cloud… way up.

Since then, the girls and I had shot his ego all to pieces. I had outfucked him with all of them and been given Francie's cherry, an item he was unable to capture on his own. Then the girls had just about wrecked his prick with their Spanish fly casserole and for a climax, Missie had swung with me instead of him. Now both his head and his cock were hanging low. He said, “How'd you get Missie to swing like that, Jeff? I wore myself out fucking her in that L.A. motel and couldn't get her off the nut.”

I looked him full in the eye, both of us standing there waist deep in the water, and said, “Cousin George, it's just something you either have or you don't… you gotta understand women.”

I expected him to splash water on me for that, or at least to call me a string of dirty names… but Cousin George took it. His eyes slid off mine after a bit and he said, “I gotta hand it to you, Jeff… you may be a slow starter, but once you get going you really move!” It was the nicest compliment I had ever gotten… at least from Cousin George.

We all trooped back to the mattresses then and toweled off and our happy mood fell away and was replaced by sadness. We all felt certain that, with Dad back and knowing about our relationships, there was bound to be an end to it… a prospect none of us looked forward to. It was Anita, earthy and sexy as ever, who broke up the gloom session. She said, “Shit, kids, since we're going to be hung for a bunch of sheep anyway, why not give ourselves one last big ball? Even if we get caught, we can't be in any worse than we are already.”

“Christ,” said Darlene. “I don't know.”

“Darling Jeff…” Anita's dark eyes were meaningfully on mine. She jerked her head toward Darlene, who was sitting with her arms hugging her knees. “Bring her around,” she said. “I want to make one last wild scene before I turn in my cunt for the rest of the year.”

I thought, To hell with Darlene… if she wanted to be a drippy blanket at the orgy, that was her bag. I put out a hand and poked it into Anita's crotch. She was squatted on her knees, three-quarters facing me, and spread her satin thighs to give me access. Her crack and the wiry hair above it felt nubbly even after a swim and I found her clit and massaged it between my thumb and forefinger while I pushed my two middle fingers on up the hole whose portals her clit adorned.

She writhed ecstatically and came in my hand and said unevenly, “Jesus, Jeff… I don't want to be a pig.”

I said, “The hell you don't…!” and went right on finger-fucking her until her whole underside seemed to flatten down and flow around my fingers.

“I'll always be a pig with you,” she said, melting all those marvelous curves against me. We were still rolling over when my cock found its entry and sank into her creaming cunt as if it knew its way there like a homing pigeon. Somehow, Anita got her knees up on my shoulders so that her throbbing pussy was right there for my prick to fuck. We went right to town together and I had her coming like a cavalry charge in about two minutes.

It was delicious, but it was not like fucking Missie. Anita was a wonderful piece of arse… but she was only a kid, however pretty and eager to screw, while her mother was very definitely something else… a woman. I relaxed the pressure a little and looked at Darlene fucking Cousin George, squatting on his cock, while Jean squatted on his mouth and sucked off Francie, who was on her knees alongside. They looked like wonderfully naughty nymphs on a glorious picnic (all except Cousin George, of course)… and that was the difference. They were nymphs, playful, spirited, blazing with lust and laughter… while Missie was a true full-blown goddess of love, a sex offering, an Astarte.

“Don't die on it,” said Anita, clutching at me, and I responded by renewing my efforts until she blacked out while I had not yet poured a load into her guts.

The other combination had broken up and little Jean was sucking on Cousin George's damaged dick, trying to bring it to full hoist, with Francie now squatted on his mouth. I pulled her clear and led her over to the knocked-out Anita and said, “Keep sucking her until she tells you to stop.”

“Why don't you do it?”

“Because I haven't finished yet… I want to fuck Darlene.”

Francie regarded me doubtfully through a disheveled hedge of silver-streaked gold hair. Then she said, “Oh, okay… as long as you save something for me.” When I promised, she added, “It had better be good, too.”

Then she dropped to her knees on the mattress between Anita's widely spread knees and spread them wider. She put her face into my stepsister's crotch and began to suck and tongue her cunt as if she preferred it to fucking.

Darlene was on her back, with her knees doubled up and parted. I dropped to the mattresses and crawled right under them, grabbing hold of her thighs as I went by, lifting them out of my way. Then, when I reached just the spot I wanted, I pulled her sopping little hole right down over my dong… filling her to bursting. It was a T-bone