That night, I went to bed and turned out the light, listening until the TV switched off after the Nightly News and Dad rumbled off to bed. Then the quiet settled on the house as I lay awake, the butterflies in my belly. I heard every little sound, wondering what this all meant and did Karen really mean what I think she said.
A while later, and I had lost track of time, the door between our rooms slowly opened and I heard Karen’s voice, “Come here.”
I rolled out of bed and into her room. She had her drapes open so that the moonlight and the light from the street poured into her room. It was enough light now that my eyes had adjusted to see pretty well. Karen had gotten back into bed and patted the bed next to her. I sat down. “Lay down so we can talk,” she ordered.
I did. Now we were face to face. We had been like this many times, playing or talking, but this felt so different. “Are you cold?” she asked.
“A little,” I answered.
She pulled up the covers and said, “Get under.” Now that was different! I hadn’t done that since we were little. I got under and she snuggled up next to me. I was suddenly very aware that a girl was next to me in bed. Her hand went to my chest and I jumped. She smiled at me as her hand began stroking around my chest, then slowly moved down over my stomach. She got down to my pj bottoms and I sucked in my breath. I didn’t do it on purpose like I might now, but it did create a gap that Karen’s fingers found sliding under the waist band.
“Ka… a…ren?” I stuttered.
“What?” she asked so innocently. Her hand moved further under the band. “Does this bother you?”
Her fingers found my cock and wrapped around it. I tried to answer but couldn’t. I felt the blood rushing to it and embarrassed told her, “Karen, stop it.” I knew she would hate me it she felt my cock getting hard, she’d think I was a pervert. Boy, looking back I can’t believe how silly I was being. She stroked my cock and didn’t expect me to get hard? She didn’t stop as the blood rushed in.
“Do you really want me to stop?” she asked. “I think you like it.”
I was desperately trying to stop it from growing when it finally impinged, Karen was enjoying it. “Karen, what are we going to do?”
I think she recognized the change in tone and she decided to tell me. “Tim, think about it. We both want to learn about sex, right?” I didn’t know about her but I desperately wanted to try out sex, all the way sex. I could only nod as her fingers were slowly stroking my hardening cock. “So, who best to teach each other but each other? It’s obvious,” she finished.
My thinking ability was slowly eroding as the hormones blasted out from my balls and overwhelmed my brain. As my pop liked to say, God only gives men enough blood to run one head at a time and when all the blood runs south it doesn’t leave enough to run the big head.
Seeing I had no intention of arguing, Karen threw back the covers of the bed. This confirmed what I had been realizing, that this was all planned, for Karen was naked, wonderfully naked, her long curly blonde hair coming down but hiding nothing. God but she was beautiful and hot.
She was touching herself alredy wild with desire and said, “Tim, it drove me crazy watching you lick Leah and Makenzie. Please, please do me.”
I looked from her pussy to her face. She was smiling at me and I knew I was going to do what she wanted, whatever that was. I bent forward and buried my face between her thighs. Having just been coached by Karen the night before, I knew what I was supposed to do, and I did it to Karen. I could tell she enjoyed it as my face was soon covered with her cum.
When she finished cumming, I slid up the bed to lie next to her. My cock was hard and slid up over her. As she came back her hand found my cock and she said, “Your turn.” I was about to get my second blow job, and this one from my sister. I almost came. Karen sat up, but instead of bending to my cock, she lifted her leg and straddled my hips holding my cock straight up. I wondered what she was doing. Then she slowly sat down on my cock. I distinctly remember thinking, ‘What the hell is she doing?’ as she slid my cockhead around her pussy, then lined it up and sat down hard. I felt my cock started to bend and it hurt for a moment, then it pierced up into her pussy lancing deeply into her and I knew what had happened. My eyes slammed open. Karen stopped half way down and I saw her gasp.
I said, “Kar?”
She opened her eyes and smiled, “That wasn’t bad.” She started rotating her hips and slowly sliding further down my cock until she bottomed out and ground her pussy against me. “Mmmmm,” she moaned, “That feels good. Do you like it?” she asked me.
That made me take my attention off her and concentrate on my cock which was being massaged by her hot wet tight pussy. Did it feel good?!? “It feels incredible,” I said.
Karen smiled and started moving. I quickly lost it. I had never tried to hold back before. Usually I was jerking off and trying to cum as fast as possible, before someone else wanted to use the bathroom. Having Karen’s incredible hot pussy massaging my cock caused me to lose it. I began blowing my cum into Karen. Her eyes opened in surprise, but she didn’t stop.
My cock stayed hard from the sensations on it. Karen was finding her rhythm moving on my cock. Having blown and relieved the pressure, I was able to experience my first fuck and it was incredible. Karen was moving faster as she climbed her peak. Ultimately, Karen was shaking and trembling as she moaned and fell forward. Her pussy slowly grasped my cock, still hard now.
I kissed her cheek. She smiled and kissed me on the lips. “Thank you,” she said.
“My pleasure,” I answered.
She giggled. “Well, we did it.” My face clouded up as I realized that I had just done incest and was probably about to be in trouble, big trouble. Karen smiled, “And I’m glad we did.”
That changed everything. “Did it feel good?”
“Yeah. I just knew we should teach each other,” she said.
We lay together for a while just basking in the afterglow. I crawled off to bed and remember nothing until the next morning.
I kept waiting for the shoe to drop but nothing was said by Karen or anyone else. Eventually, I began to wonder if it had actually happened or if I had dreamt the whole thing.
That night after we went to bed, Karen whistled from her room. I went over and she waved me in. “Quiet,” she said. I sat on her bed. “Paige wants to come over and sleepover.” I shrugged pretending like it didn’t matter. “What am I going to do with you?” she shook her head.
“What?”
“Tim, think. Paige wants to sleepover, just her not Makenzie and Leah. Think why she wants to be alone with you.”
“I don’t know. She didn’t want to do nothing the other night,” I said.
“Oh my doofus brother. She was nervous about doing anything with Leah and Makenzie there, but she does want to try out sex. She just didn’t want for Leah and Makenzie to think she was a slut,” she said.
“Oh yeah,” I said as if I understood. What? How does that make sense? She’d give me a bj and watched as I licked Leah and Makenzie but if we did more she’d be a slut? I wish I understood women.
Karen continued as if I did understand, “Exactly, so if it is just her, then she’d get you all to herself, like maybe tying stuff she couldn’t with the other girls here,” she said. “So do you get it now?”
“Like all the way?” I asked. Who cares if I understand if I’m going to get laid. She nodded, “Wow.”
Karen hit me with her pillow. “Don’t look so happy.”
I tossed it back to her. “Sorry, like I’m really sorry that maybe Paige wants to, do it. Come on Kar, any guy would want to get to do it.”
“Men,” she huffed. “Wouldn’t it be more important to do it with someone you love?”
“Well excuse me but I don’t have a girlfriend,” I huffed back at her.
Karen looked at me and I could tell she was ready to go off on me. “What?”
“Well stupid! What about the other night?” she said.
“Yeah, but you and I can’t, well, be boyfriend and girlfriend,” I said.
“Oh you can do it with me and it doesn’t count?” she asked
“Of course it counts. What am I supposed to do?”
“Think about it, Tim. I want to do it and you want to do it. Paige wants to do it and picks you because you are the nicest guy we know, plus she knows you are older. None of the guys we know at Johnson are worth even messing with at all. So, you’re it. At least we love each other and it will mean something, right?” she wound down. “But with Paige?”
That shut me up. Actually getting to know what a girl thinks about sex, my God but that was every young guy’s dream. What do girls actually think was the holy grail, the way to get girls to do it was to understand their twisty minds.
“I thought Paige liked me,” I said.
“But not like me,” Karen answered.
“You’re my sister, Kar. I think you’re just jealous,” I said.
“Get out. Get out!” she practically yelled as she threw her pillow and smacked me. I quickly retreated closing the door behind me as another pillow smacked the closed door. I crawled into bed and tried to figure out what exactly had happened.
I woke from sleep and felt the bed moving. “What?” I said groggily.
“It’s me,” Karen said as she slid into bed beside me.
“What? I asked warily.
“I came over to apologize. I realized you were right. I was jealous. I didn’t want you to like Paige, even though she is my best friend. I hated the idea you might like her,” Karen said.
“What changed your mind?” I asked.
“I don’t know if I should tell you. You have to promise NEVER to tell anyone.” I nodded. “Okay,” she continued. “The last couple years when the four of us had sleepovers we’ve been practicing with each other. The last couple times we have done each other. So I thought it was kind of wrong that I made love to Paige and I’m telling you can’t.”
I picked up my jaw from the bed and asked, “Are you a lezzy?”
“No, you doof. I thought I proved that the other night.” I couldn’t argue with that. “We just practiced kissing at first, Then Paige started touching Makenzie and she touched me and I touched her and pretty soon we were getting each other off like crazy. It just kind of moved to making love, but we aren’t lezzys.”
I was trying to get my head around it all. First, I had sex with my sister, then her friend wants to have sex then I find out my sister and her friend have had sex. I was spinning. “Karen, what am I going to do?”
She sat back, “Do you want to have sex with Paige?”
“Yeah,” I said.
She smiled, “Okay, I can’t blame you. This is what I think. I’ll invite her for a sleepover, just her. But here’s my price. She would go crazy if she thought you and I…”
I nodded.
“But it would drive me crazy for you two doing it and me nothing. So, I want you to agree to make love with her but you have to tell her you want to watch her and me in order to get ready.”
“Really?” I asked.
She nodded. “If I’m satisfied, then I think I can watch without going crazy.”
Like I didn’t want to watch two girls do it. “Okay.”
Saturday night, Paige came over early. The three of us watched movies and ate pizza. There was energy in the air as Paige and I would often lock eyes each knowing what was planned. Karen would make little comments as Mom would come in or leave. I was ready to strangle her at one point. Paige solved the problem by hitting Karen’s shoulder and shutting her up.
When mom shooed us off to bed, Paige stopped in my room after I shut the door. She kissed me and said, “I can’t wait until you come over to Karen’s room.”
That caused a problem because I had hardon from then on. It was impossible to lie still in bed waiting for the quiet of the rest of the house with a throbbing hardon.
Finally, after what seemed like eons, the door to Karen’s room opened and dark haired Paige came into my room. She lay down on my bed and we quickly kissed. As she pulled back I could smell woman on her face. Paige must have already been turned on since as she lay back, her legs spread open inviting me and her hand unconsciously stroked her vee of dark hair above her slit.
“You don’t mind do you?” she asked. “Karen wouldn’t let me come over until she… you know.” Paige said.
I had to laugh because Karen couldn’t even wait until we got together. Man, we were related, that was for sure. “No, I don’t mind. Are you still, ready for me or did you and she?”
Paige giggled and said quietly, “No, I didn’t get anything. Karen was just all how I had to do her before I could come over.”
I kissed her again and told her, “Okay, I’ll take care of you.”
“Good,” she said and rolled into me. “I’m ready.” I threw the blankets aside. I was naked under them. I was seeing her naked for the second time, but this time, it was way different knowing we were going to fuck. “Tim,” she said after we had kissed for a bit. “I’d really like it if you licked me like you did Leah.”
That was easy to do. I crawled between her legs, spread wide, and burrowed my face into her pussy. I was becoming an accomplished pussy eater. Paige was turned on from her earlier encounter and her pussy smelled strongly of aroused woman. What a wonderful aroma that is. Even then I loved the smell and taste of a sexually aroused woman.
As I started licking Paige, I thought about all of the coaching Karen had given me and bang, I figured out where Karen learned so much to coach me; licking pussy herself. Who should know better than another woman, so I applied myself as she had told me. Licking, playing, teasing and finally satisfying Paige. Paige was a quiet cum, trembling and collapsing as she hit her climax, rather than mashing my face into her or squeezing my head with her thighs.
I crawled up over Paige, her legs spread, and settled between them. She opened her eyes and looked up at me, a small smile playing on her lips. “That was better than I thought it would be,” she said.
Our eyes locked and we knew we were about to do it. Her arms went round my shoulders as my cock found her pussy. I rolled my hips as it nestled between her labia and slid down to her pussy entrance. I pushed and the head of my cock slid into her entrance, then slowed as it was stopped by her cherry across the entrance. I added a little oomph and her hymen split sending my shaft thrusting into her. Paige gasped as I split her open, my hard cock filling her where she had never been opened before. I felt her muscles spasm and waited. “You okay?” I asked.
Paige closed her eyes then opened them again, “Yeah, its okay. Go slow.”
I pulled back a little then thrust back again, slowly pushing slightly deeper on each thrust. Paige was moving with me welcoming me into her pussy, until I bottomed out mashing into her clitoris, grinding my body into hers. She gasped at the sudden sensations shooting into her body.
I pulled back and pushed in again. God, but Paige was tight. It felt like her pussy was going to peel back the skin on my dick, the way her muscles pulsed around the shaft. Man, did it feel good. We started slapping together, belly to belly, groin to groin, cock into pussy.
Paige was moaning as we slowly fucked, deep and with purpose on every thrust. Paige met every thrust with her own push. The rumblings began deep in my balls. I could feel them pulling up ready to blast. Again and again I fucked hard into Paige and she met me hard every stroke. We hit that natural rhythm where our bodies responded to the other without thought or even control. It was a good thing because my mind had shut down to everything except the pleasure pouring into my mind from my body.
I felt it coming and ground into Paige hoping to get her off as it began, the deep rumbling followed by the intense release as my balls emptied themselves in blast after blast of cum deep into Paige’s pulsing pussy. She felt the cum and it lifted her over the top, moaning and trembling under me, her vagina milking my cock for every bit of cum, her body trying to suck in the cum.
I fell to the side, used up. Paige rolled into my arms. The last thing I remember was Paige curled up into my chest.
Karen woke us early in the morning. “Paige, quick, I think our mom is up,” she said shaking Paige.
Paige and I uncoiled as we had fallen asleep in each others’ arms. “Huh?”
“It’s morning. Come back to my room, hurry,” Karen said.
Paige rolled out of bed and they disappeared quietly back into Karen’s room. I saw Paige’s pjs on the floor and hopped out of bed picked them up and quietly threw them through the door into Karen’s room. I hopped back into bed and pulled up the covers. A minute later mom knocked on my door, “Breakfast.”
“Okay,” I said. “Should I wake the girls?”
“No, let them sleep. Hurry,” she said.
“Okay,” I hustled out of bed and into the shower happy for Karen waking us in time.
That became the pattern for me and Karen in high school. I’d wind up dating one of her friends. Often, she would have already been doing stuff with her friend. Or I’d break in a friend of hers to sex with Karen encouraging her friend to go ahead and try sex and then introduce Karen into a group thing. It only blew up once. One girl threatened to tell everyone. It was only a united front by both of us plus our counter threat to tell all sorts of things she had done, mostly untrue but what the hell, a tattle-tell deserves it, that caused that threat to finally die. We were more careful after that.
By college, Karen had figured out she was a true bi. She genuinely liked it both ways. I wound up falling in love with and marrying her sophomore college roommate. Since they had been intimate, there was little resistance to making it a three way for the rest of college, and after.
A few folks feel sorry for Karen, the maiden aunt who lives with her brother. Mom is always trying to fix up Karen with a potential husband. But the three of us know she is very happy sharing our bed. Maybe someday Karen will find the right guy, one she likes and would fit in with our special type of family. Until then, I’ll just have to keep two women happy while putting up with two women working to keep me happy.
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