Sisters in Waiting
A Novelette
Copyright © 1999, Kellis
(From the Albany Morning Banner,
August 26, 1928)
Chauffeur Wanted
: Third chauffeur for large
estate, qualified for Pierce-Arrow, Packard and Buick. Residence and meals. Salary depends upon skill as judged by shift
smoothness. Sober, mannerly older man
preferred. References required. No Irish.
Apply by telephone at Union Co. 2810.
Arleigh had left the connecting door
ajar. A light came on beyond it. Cissy looked at her sister. “Maybe we ought to leave.”
Tissy sat up, disagreement plain on her
features. “Oh, no! He’s bringing Fat Cock.”
“So what?
We’ve had enough.”
“Speak for yourself!”
“What if it’s too fat?”
Tissy snorted. “Then we’ll just have to stretch.”
“You don’t want to leave?”
“No!”
Tissy grinned darkly. “But you
can, if you’ve had enough!”
“I won’t make you face them alone. But don’t tell them about the secret door.”
“Why not?
Then they could come to our room!”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
“Afraid?”
Tissy regarded her sister incredulously.
Cissy stirred restlessly. “Then we couldn’t get away from them.”
Tissy cocked an eyebrow quizzically. “What do you think they’d do?”
“I don’t know. Anything. That’s the
problem. Promise you won’t tell.”
The younger shrugged. “All right, but what if we -”
Cissy raised a finger for silence as Arleigh
appeared in the connecting doorway.
Other men followed him: three
others! Two were naked as Arleigh. The last wore a silk dressing gown whose
belt he was tying as they advanced.
Cissy got out of the bed and stood facing
them beside it, hands falling automatically to cover her pubes. She gave up when her huge belly made the
gesture awkward. Tissy simply rolled
over on hers, head propped up by her elbows, and smiled widely at the one first
behind Arleigh. She glanced over her
shoulder to Cissy, crying, “It is him!”
“You know Dick,” said Arleigh as the four
arrayed themselves beside the bed.
“That’s Corky with the tan lines - he loves tennis - and Uncle Edward in
the robe.”
“Your uncle?” Cissy wondered.
“Only by courtesy,” said the berobed man,
obviously much older than the others, thin with deep lines around his mouth and
needing a shave. “Who are these friends
of Dick, Arleigh?”
“The Harwick sisters,” the thin man replied,
indicating both with nods of his head:
“Cecilia and Theresa. We may
call them Cissy and Tissy.”
Tissy had squirmed nearer the men’s edge of
the bed, the better to inspect Fat Cock’s shriveled equipment. He smiled down at her. “Hello, Tissy.”
This could only be Dick. She licked her lips and returned his
smile. “Hello, Dick.”
Uncle Edward took chin in hand. His voice was deeper than the others. “Natural blonde sisters, one notes! Indeed their resemblance is closer than most
sisters I’ve known.” He grinned. “Especially in the midsection. This is amazing! Tell us again, Arleigh, how you met these fruitful young ladies.”
“They were taking a shortcut …” Arleigh’s eyes widened and his voice trailed
off as Tissy’s hand rose to grasp the stout one’s manhood. Dick reflexively drew in his gut but
otherwise tolerated the contact. Her
free hand went to a similar target on Corky of the tan lines, who twitched.
Both men’s mouths fell open. Both looked inquiringly across the bed at
Cissy, who demanded, “What’re you doing, Tissy?”
But the younger could hardly answer. Her mouth was suddenly full of Dick.
“Good god!” he exclaimed, staring down in
fascination.
Arleigh declared, “That’s how she started
with me, too!”
“Amazing!” the uncle repeated, craning
forward for a better view.
“Wait a minute!” Cissy commanded. “You can’t do two at once.”
Uncle sniffed. “Actually, you know, she can do three.”
“Three!
I’d like to see how.”
“There are several ways. The simplest - Corky, press in a bit closer to Dick and put your woody against
his … That’s it. See, she knows what do! And now …”
The older man flung off his robe and whirled
around the foot of the bed. “Excuse
me,” he muttered, passing in front of Cissy.
His chest and back were hairy.
In a second he was kneeling behind the younger girl, having urged her
legs apart and buried a hand in her pubes.
Her buttocks visibly clenched together.
“Ah, yes,” he murmured. “This one is ready.” He shook his head and grinned over his
shoulder at the wide-eyed Cissy. “The
sacrifices one must make for the edification of youth!”
With a hand on either hip he raised Tissy’s
buttocks and shuffled forward until his knees were pressed under her swollen
belly. For a moment his hands were busy
between them. Then he leaned back on
extended arms and began to thrust his hips.
Tissy immediately responded with the counterpoint rhythm. Meanwhile her hands grasped two pairs of
testicles while her lips stretched around two bulbous intrusions, tongue
flitting from one eye to the next. But
she soon abandoned Corky to concentrate on Dick, whose manhood alone was
filling enough.
The rejected man turned a despondent look
upon Cissy. The older sister, annoyed
by her own apparent rejection, dived onto the bed beside Tissy and the eldest,
aiming for Corky’s middle.
But he withdrew slightly, asking diffidently,
“Could I do your … ah …”
Cissy understood. She said in evident disappointment, “I wanted to taste it.”
The old man leaned forward enough to stroke
her buttocks. “You can still taste
it. Lie on your back. Corky can move up when he comes.”
As she turned over, he looked askance at her
belly. “On second thought, let Corky be
the one on his back. He can tell you to
jump off in time.”
They obeyed.
For the second time in fifteen minutes Cissy squatted atop a plunging
penis. Though not so long as Arleigh’s,
she found it adequate in every way but one.
Her own pleasure was only beginning its rise when Corky warned through
tight lips in a contorted face, “I’m about to come.”
“Corky, the Quick!” commented Uncle Edward.
Cissy sprang from her perch and bent to the
engorged organ. After a first dribble,
a strong and surprisingly cool spurt struck the back of her throat. She swallowed grimly and opened her lips,
remembering Arleigh’s complaint, letting friction develop only from the man’s
lunges against tongue and pallet.
While she knelt, buttocks elevated, something
entered her vagina shallowly and compressed the sensitive lump from within and
without. The old man’s deep voice
suggested, “I think you need this.” She
began to rotate her hips automatically.
“Come here,” he said, motioning to the
watching Arleigh with his free hand.
The latter came around the bed.
Uncle Edward added, “Put it in past my thumb.”
“I already fucked her,” Arleigh announced.
“Well, obviously you can do it again.”
The young man knelt behind her without
further protest. The older pulled her
wide to admit him. Cissy shivered at
the initial strokes and the strange mix of pressures.
“Good,” said Uncle Edward. “Now it’s wet, pull out and we’ll see how
she likes the back door.”
Cissy shuddered, guessing what he meant,
fascination rising through her, almost forgetting the stiff flesh still
straining in her mouth. Her guess was
confirmed as Uncle Edward’s thumb slowly but firmly pushed into her anus. She gasped and instinctively relaxed her
sphincters. The thumb returned to her
vagina. In its place appeared something
larger and better padded. No doubt what
it was. It rose within her, on and
on. She shuddered violently.
“There!” said the uncle with
satisfaction. “Every one of your eight
inches. Man and woman are alike here.”
Arleigh began to thrust. Cissy’s eyes drifted closed as her bottom
drew all her attention. Corky’s still
erect organ fell out of the slack mouth.
“Lean back, Arleigh,” advised Uncle Edward,
“far as you can, so she can rise up…
That’s it. Come on, honey, sit
up a little.” His hand left her and he
leaned far forward over Tissy’s heaving buttocks to grasp Cissy’s shoulder.
“Raise up!” he commanded, tugging her. She obeyed, hips bouncing and breasts
jiggling.
The older man continued, “Okay, Corky, slide
down under her.”
Using elbows and heels, Corky worked his way
deeper between the combined pairs of legs.
Uncle grasped the wet penis and guided it to replace his thumb. Cissy cried out at the massive double
penetration. Uncle Edward leaned far to
his right, sighting up into the junction of the three bodies. “That’s the stuff! Go to it. Fuck, my
children, fuck!”
Tissy moaned nasally, shivering madly. She squeezed Dick’s testicles in both hands,
restraining the depth of his lunges.
Suddenly her moans became glubs.
White fluid escaped from her lower lip, but she was so intent upon the
endless thrill at her other end that she forgot Arleigh’s complaint.
Dick screamed an unintelligible oath and
jerked himself free of her. Once again
her face was painted in seminal fluid.
His hand replaced her mouth to pump the last spurts onto her chin. Her eyes remained clenched, lips parted,
tongue feeling for the glob below them.
He edged forward cautiously until the bulbous head again pressed within.
He looked up into Uncle Edward’s grin, who
inquired, “Shot her full, did you?”
“No,” he admitted. “Couldn’t stand to keep it in.”
“Uh-huh.
She forgot, just like you do.”
“Oh.
She’s coming, too, isn’t she?”
“Just listen to her. Listen to them both.”
Tissy’s nasal groans had resumed. Cissy was grunting. Her threesome had settled into an
alternating rhythm, one penis deep when the other was shallow. The girl grunted at twice the
frequency: that is, as either sank
deepest. Her body pitched and
twisted. A flush had descended over her
chest and back. Corky’s semen still
drooled from her parted lips. Drops of
it flecked the tops of her swaying breasts.
“God!” cried Dick, staring at the beet-red
female faces. “How do they do it?”
“That’s the woman’s advantage,” said the
elder. “In principle they can come
forever. Which is the evidence for my
thesis.”
“I know:
that the human race is naturally polyandrous.”
“Right.
This scene makes it obvious.” He
sighed. “Except for our kind. Damn it, I just can’t make it in a
cunt. Come around here and give me some
help.”
Dick withdrew from the girl’s mouth. As he started around the bed, Uncle Edward
said with a grin, “Uh-oh! Look out,
little pink rose, here comes some nectar for you.”
Dick’s eyebrows rose. “I thought you couldn’t - You’re buggering her?”
“No.
I mean Arleigh.”
The latter had begun to grunt at half Cissy’s
rate. Now his whole body
stiffened. He threw back his head and
howled once, then recovered himself. He
settled panting on his heels and exhibited a long, angry organ with a white
eye.
Uncle Edward’s hand urged Dick up onto the
bed. The elder bent and took the thick
wet manhood into his mouth. Shortly his
hips worked faster. Beneath the girl
Corky had begun to groan. The eldest
was finally able to achieve orgasm only a few seconds behind the tanned
youth. He pushed Dick away without
issue and rose panting from the bed.
When the men released them, both girls
flopped on their backs, reached around swollen bellies and crossed their legs
tightly on hands pressed into maddened loins.
Faces and torsos were flushed and both chests heaved for breath. Tissy’s groans had become whimpers. Cissy’s grunts continued with each
breath. Gradually they eased.
“God, what a fuck!” declaimed Arleigh,
holding his wilting manhood tenderly.
Corky stood in a similar pose. He grinned hugely. “Hooray for pussy!”
But Dick was frowning at the panting
girls. He said to Uncle Edward,
“They’re really pregnant!”
“So?”
“Isn’t it dangerous to fuck pregnant girls?”
“Won’t hurt you a bit.”
“I mean to them!”
Uncle Edward grinned. “You think they’re hurting? You should ever be that lucky! They’re in heaven, Dicky-boy.”
“How do you know?”
“I played with cunts many years before I
learned the advantages of bums.”
“What advantages?”
“Lots.
Now’s not the time to go into it.
Ask me for the anus-superior lecture tomorrow.”
Dick snorted. “I won’t have to.”
“All right.
Three main advantages, Dicky: no
monthly denial, no swollen belly in half the cases and in the other half some
very interesting dependencies hanging in front. Where’d I throw that robe?”
“If you’re looking for cigarettes, there’s a
pack on the night table.”
“Thanks, Arleigh.”
Uncle Edward and Corky lit up on the same
match. Arleigh carefully struck another
for himself. Dick, the nonsmoker,
pushed the room’s two chairs to the bedside, throwing Arleigh’s clothing on the
floor. He and Uncle Edward took a
chair. The other two sat on the bed.
Arleigh blew a cloud of smoke, reached out
and cupped Cissy’s nearer breast. Her
eyes rose from his hand to his face.
“How’re you feeling?” he wondered.
She smiled and writhed her hips lazily. “So good!” she breathed.
“I’m glad to hear it,” he responded.
“We all are,” said Dick. “We didn’t stop to think you were pregnant.”
Tissy raised up on an elbow. “You didn’t have to stop and think.”
“We didn’t?”
“You can’t catch us! We’re already caught.” She brought a hand up to wipe her face, took
it away and glowered at the result.
Then she grinned at Cissy. “Boy
come! Did you taste it, too?”
“Yes.
I can still taste it!”
“What do you think of it?”
Cissy shrugged. “I can stand it.”
Tissy seemed to look inward. “It’s not the taste that matters.”
“No,” her sister agreed, “it’s how you get
it.”
“Oh, my, yes!” Tissy breathed.
Uncle Edward cleared his throat. “Am I to understand that you girls never
tasted seminal fluid before tonight?”
Cissy regarded him thoughtfully. She took a breath. “We never had the chance before.”
“Then it follows you never before had a prick
in your mouths.”
“Prick?”
“Cock.
Penis. What do you call
it?”
“We never did.”
His eyebrows rose. “Never called it?”
“Never put one in our mouths.”
“But you must’ve thought about it, at least,”
Arleigh commented, adding to uncle, “Nobody ever gobbled up a prick faster than
she did Dicky’s.”
Tissy retorted, “It’s a nice fat one.”
“It is that!” Uncle Edward chuckled, his gaze on their bellies. “It’s obvious you’re no strangers to
pricks.”
“Not now,” Tissy agreed. She sat up and leaned back against the head
of the bed, hands extended to drawn up knees, careless of exposed pubes.
“Not for some months, by god!” he
exclaimed. “What do you mean, ‘not
now?’”
Cissy explained, “You said ‘pricks.’ We never saw but one until now.”
“You mean one apiece?”
Arleigh interjected, “That’s what I was
telling you. The same boy knocked them
up.”
Uncle’s eyebrows rose. “At about the same time, too! Tell me, Tracy - I mean, Tissy - we’re you
both sleeping with the same fellow?”
Cissy responded, “We never slept with
him!”
“I mean, we’re you both screwing him at the
same time?”
Tissy giggled. “Well, no! He didn’t have
but one thing.”
Uncle Edward grinned around at the others
then said to the girls, “Then tonight was your lucky night.”
“Oh, yes!” Tissy agreed readily.
Arleigh snorted. “Huh! We’re the lucky
ones!”
Uncle Edward grinned at him. “Your first piece, eh, Arleigh?”
“First two!”
“What do you mean, two?”
“I told you:
Tissy blew me and I screwed Cissy properly before I woke you up.”
“‘Properly?’”
“Well, she was on top.”
“Mouth doesn’t count,” averred Dick.
“Why not?” Arleigh demanded.
“Everybody’s got a mouth!”
“And a bum, you’ll say next.”
“That’s right!”
“I don’t care,” Arleigh sneered. “A girl’s bum feels better - mouth, too!”
“Probably not better,” Dick remarked
slowly. “It’s a girl’s! That’s what matters.”
“Are too better,” Arleigh maintained. “Feel of them! No bristles. Smoother
skin. And they smell different -
like meat cooking.”
“Their ass holes?” Dick inquired
incredulously.
“I don’t know about that. I mean their armpits.”
“I kinda like a big stomach,” Corky chimed
in, smiling around at Cissy. “Makes
good padding when it’s on your ribs.”
Tissy sniffed in her sister’s direction. “See!
I told you they’d like us.”
But Arleigh pursued his argument. He declared, “And nothing beats a pussy.”
Dick turned away. “I wouldn’t know,” he muttered.
Corky’s eyebrows rose. “You never laid a girl?”
“No,” Dick admitted, eyes downcast.
Corky regarded the eldest. “Can’t we fix that?”
Uncle Edward shrugged and tilted his
head. “It’s up to them.”
Tissy’s eyes brightened. She rose to her knees and licked her
lips. “You want to do me?”
Cissy warned, “You’ll be sore.”
“How do you know?” her sister
demanded.
“Have you forget the bottle?”
“Oh, he’s not that big!”
When Cissy fell silent, Uncle Edward said, “There
you go, Dicky.”
The stout man blushed but got gamely to his
feet, slipped around Cissy and knelt on the bed beside Tissy. Cissy gathered her legs under her and sat
up. Corky got off the bed and took
Dick’s vacated chair. Arleigh leaned
over Cissy’s shoulder. In a moment his
hand slipped under her arm to cup a heavy breast.
Dick coughed embarrassedly. “I’m not in condition to do much.”
“That’s easy to fix,” retorted the girl. Her hand shot out and lifted his large but
flaccid member.
Uncle Edward suggested, “Why don’t you lick
her, too, Dicky? That’ll restore you
faster than she can!”
“But … she’s full of your spunk!”
The eldest grunted. “Since when did my spunk bother you? Lie down for her.”
In a moment they were doubly joined on the
bed, the girl reversed atop the man, wet sounds emanating from either end. Tissy raised up briefly from the stiffening
penis and observed to her sister in evident surprise, “He knows about the
lump!”
Uncle Edward smiled.
By the time Dick’s equipment reached full engorgement
Tissy had already enjoyed two lingual orgasms and forgotten the purpose of
their arrangement. But Dick withdrew a
wet face from her pubes and asserted redundantly, “I want your pussy!”
Removal of the tongue brought Tissy to her
senses. She released the massively
fattened organ and reversed herself.
Cissy leaned forward to assist the vaginal entry. Tissy’s eyes widened. “Oooh!” she breathed to her sister. “It’s almost as wide as your bottle!”
“But no long neck,” Cissy noted. “You’ll be all right, you lucky thing!”
Tissy grinned. “He can do you tomorrow.”
Her eyes crossed as Dick began to move.
“Oooh!” she breathed again, beginning her own automatic contribution to
their rhythm.
Dick’s hands rose to her breasts. The four observers watched in silent
fascination. Cissy leaned forward, the
better to study the fleshy conjunction.
Corky hitched his chair to a position looking up the flailing legs and
bent forward for the same reason. After
a close inspection he turned wide eyes up to the eldest. “Her skin follows him out!”
Uncle Edward grunted. “It’s sticky.”
Arleigh got off the bed and knelt beside
Corky. “What do you mean?”
“Look!
When he pulls back, her cunt skin tries to follow.”
The newcomer stared avidly. “God, it does. No wonder it feels so right.”
He turned to the eldest with a sly grin. “What if Dick ends up preferring pussy to your bum?”
Uncle Edward shrugged. “Maybe he will. So what?”
“Thought you loved his fat prick.”
“He was bound to find out sometime that girls
like it, too.”
Arleigh thought that over. “Of course they would.”
The eldest chuckled. “Arleigh, I hope you have some conception of
what a rare adventure this evening is.”
“I’ve already said it was great luck.”
“Yes, it is!
Think about it. Here we are in a
sanctuary for queers, ruined women, drunks, lunatics and other undesirables,
run by an old Victorian who believes in rigidly segregating the sexes, waiting
for the hue and cry to subside so our compliant judge can quash the charges,
when into your room blunder two very young and prick-starved girls who’d barely
found out what one was good for before their supply was shut off. And what fine girls they are - certifiably
sweet and clean, game for anything that swells their clits, with rosy faces
that many would call beautiful! And
already pregnant as can be! We can fill
their cunts with quarts of spunk without the least worry. Incredible luck indeed - for you three, I
mean.”
Arleigh had frowned at the mention of a
“compliant judge.” He complained,
“Aren’t you spilling the beans?”
Uncle Edward grinned. “In front of them, you mean? That’s the other interesting fact about our
visitors.”
Arleigh opened his mouth to demand further
explanation but Tissy’s soprano moans were reaching crescendo. Again her face and torso had reddened in a
general blush. Her arms were extended
to anchor on Dick’s shoulders while her hips bounced madly, both vertically and
side-to-side, on his midsection. His
heavy body writhed beneath her, contriving to maximize his penetration.
Arleigh and Corky bent again to inspect the
junction of anguished flesh while Cissy’s hand disappeared between her own
legs.
“God!” Corky breathed. “Look how wet they are! He’s not come yet, is he?”
Uncle Edward suggested, “That’s mostly from
her.”
But Dick was not far behind. He threw his head back and emitted a series
of groans discordant with the girl’s.
Shortly the frenzied activity subsided.
Tissy fell backward between Dick’s legs. Her head would have struck Arleigh’s had he not quickly withdrawn. She lay panting, nipples wobbling, the soles
of her feet turned up beside her thighs, hands fallen by her sides, legs still
spread across Dick’s hips. The thick penis
stood free and glistening, a last dribble descending from its eye. Dick’s round chest heaved with his own
breathing.
The fascinated Cissy sighed and withdrew wet
fingers from herself. Arleigh turned to
Uncle Edward.
“What other interesting fact?”
“Eh?
Oh, I was referring to their innocence.”
“Innocence!
Are you kidding?”
“No, I’m not. Ah, Cissy, who was the man that knocked - that made you both
pregnant?”
Reluctantly the girl faced away from the
spectacle of her sister’s drooling vagina.
“Wh-what?” she asked distractedly.
“Oh. Stan. Stanley Gilligan.”
“I mean who was he? A neighbor?”
“Uncle George’s chauffeur.”
The eldest grinned at Arleigh. “See?”
“Huh?
See what?”
Uncle Edward shook his head impatiently. To Cissy he continued, “Do you live with
your uncle?”
“Yes.
We’re orphans.”
“I’m sorry to hear it.”
She seemed surprised. “Why?”
“It’s the polite thing to say.”
“Oh.”
She smiled shyly. “Thank
you. Our parents were killed in the
train wreck. Uncle George came to look
out for us.”
“Nice of him.”
Arleigh wondered, “What do you mean, the
train wreck? Was it a major one?”
Uncle Edward answered for her. “To Cissy and Tissy it was! Do you understand yet? What worries you goes right over their
heads. Well, Dicky, how do you feel?”
The stout man had raised up on an elbow. Now he rose further to a sitting position,
his attention focused on Tissy, who had thrown an arm over her face. He leaned forward and took the other
hand. “Are you all right, T-Tissy?”
She uncovered her face and smiled at
him. “Oh, Dick,” she breathed, “that
was heavenly!”
He caught her other hand and raised her
up. Leaning over both their bellies,
his arms went around her shoulders. “I
thought so, too!”
Her hands slipped behind his head and pulled
their faces together in a kiss.
Corky drew back. “Look at that!”
Arleigh snickered, “Love at first fuck!”
Uncle Edward smiled. “It makes more sense than love at first
sight. But you’d better watch out,
Dicky.”
The stout man tore his lips away from the
girl to glower at the grinning eldest.
“For what?”
“For Uncle George. As the case in point, what happened to your Mr. Gilligan, Cissy?”
“Uncle George shot him.”
“You see what I mean, Dicky-boy?”
Dick looked askance at the girl in his
arms. “Shot him?” he breathed.
Tissy looked to her sister, who answered for
her coldly, “Like a dog.”
“Did you see it?” asked Arleigh, eyes
rounded.
“No, but I saw in the newspaper where he was
buried.”
The elder’s grin widened. “Uncle George takes a very dim view of
plowing these furrows, and when he finds out …” The man’s voice trailed off weakly. The others turned to find him staring into the distance.
Arleigh sneered, “How could he find out now?”
The eldest snapped his fingers. “The Harwick sisters from Albany County -
I’ll be damned! Uncle George! Does his last name happen to be Chamford?”
Cissy nodded. “George S. Chamford.”
Uncle Edward’s face turned pale. He stood up, clearing his throat. He gestured with his chin. “Come on, fellows, we have to talk.”
The three exchanged glances. Arleigh and Corky got to their feet but Dick
balked. “I’m staying with Tissy,” he
announced.
“You can come back to her,” the eldest
countered. “I need you particularly.”
The stout man scowled, then managed a smile
for Tissy. “I’ll be right back,” he
assured her. She smiled in return.
Cissy wondered, “What’s the matter?”
“We need to huddle,” said Uncle Edward
soothingly. “It’ll only be a moment.”
The eldest led the three other men through
the far door, leaving the girls alone on the bed. His voice carried back.
“Arleigh said they were looking for you, Dick. I want to know when and how you first met them - and close that
door.”
It slammed shut, muffling further discussion.
--Kellis
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