Two Sisters

Too much of a good thing can be wonderful. -- Mae West

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I was in my front yard playing with my new toy when I saw Mandy and Megan drive up across the street. They hopped out of Mandy’s sporty little car, waved, and ran into the house. Mandy, short for Amanda, was seventeen and Megan was her little sister, sixteen. Calling Megan little was a bit of a joke since both girls were nearly as tall as I am, both standing close to six feet. Both had long blonde hair and both were very thin. I knew from conversations that the bane of their existence was their very underdeveloped chests. I always thought they looked great; long lean bodies don't need big tits. I watched them disappear into their house before I continued playing with my new toy. Boys and their toys.

It was my first major purchase in so long I couldn’t remember. I used to be able to buy what I wanted. That stopped two years before when my wife decided she didn’t want to be married any more. She had taken me to the cleaners including taking our two sons across the country so that she could be near her parents. The only thing I got out of the divorce, other than heartbreak, was our house and I’d had to give her a mortgage that I was paying off even as I sent her child support and alimony and half of my retirement and most of our investments and the car, and, well, you get the idea. Anybody who thinks women get the short end of the stick hasn’t been through a divorce. What really irked me was that if she didn’t want to buy the boys something, she would tell them the reason was that I wasn’t sending enough money to be able to buy it. It was my fault. I had no chance of getting custody of the kids even though they were boys. I read a news article about how some guy lost it and took a gun and shot his wife’s attorney. I can understand what he went through. I sure thought about doing it myself.

Anyway, I had recovered enough that I could buy myself a toy. I had an old SLR that the wife just had to have, like everything else. She had never even used it, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to leave it to me. I bought myself a brand new digital camera. It was a Nikon. I was a bit nonplussed. The damn camera had so many knobs, buttons and controls that I wasn’t sure that I’d ever be able to take a picture with it. I had the instructions, which was a small book, the camera, and a nice 28-300 zoom. I was snapping off pictures, then looking at them before erasing them. The best thing about a digital camera, you can shoot hundreds of bad pictures and you don’t have to pay to have them processed. That alone was going to pay for the camera as far as I was concerned. I used to like about one in ten photos I took, on a good day.

I was snapping away when I heard behind me, “Hi, Mike.”

I turned. “Hi, Megan.”

“Have you heard from Jimmy and Todd?” she asked.

Mandy and Megan had both been babysitters for our sons. They’d often ask how the boys were doing. “Yeah. I talked to them last week. They hate school and the snow, so all is normal,” I said.

“Cool. What’s that?” she pointed at the camera.

“It’s a camera,” I said.

She gave me the teen eye roll. “I know that. What are you doing? And if you say taking pictures...”

I laughed since that was exactly what I had been planning to say. “This is my new toy. Marie took my old camera. This is my new one.”

“Can I see it?”

I wasn’t overly fond of handing over several thousand dollars worth of brand new camera but I couldn’t think of a graceful way out. “Be careful,” I told her.

“It’s heavy,” she said. “How does it work?”

“It’s point and shoot,” I told her. “Just press this button.”

Megan held it up and pointed it at me. The lens focused and I heard it click, then click again and again and again. “Whoa,” I said.

“What?”

“You just took four pictures,” I said,

“No I didn’t,” she protested.

I laughed. “I bet you did. What do you want to bet?”

“Nothing,” she said. We had a little history of her losing bets. She had learned.

“Here, I’ll show you.” I took the camera and hit the menu button. I showed her the four frames, all the same except the last where I had my mouth open. Not a great shot of me. “This thing will shoot three frames a second if you hold the button down,” I explained.

Megan’s eyes got wide. “I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay. Look,” I said holding up the camera. I hit erase and all of the pictures were gone. “Nice thing about a digital, no wasted film.” I handed the camera back to Megan. She went about pointing, shooting, then looking at her pictures. I could tell she was having fun so I let her click away. She kept asking questions that I had to look up in the manual, so I wound up learning a lot about my camera while she took pictures.

After twenty minutes or so, she reluctantly handed it back. “I should go,” she said. “Tell Jimmy and Todd that Megan said hi.”

“I will. See you later,” I said. She went over to her place and I played around a bit more before going in to dinner.

The next afternoon, I heard a knock at the front door. It was Mandy and Megan.

“I told Mandy about your camera,” Megan said.

“It sounds cool. Can I see it?” Mandy asked.

“Um, sure. Come on in,” I said. I pointed to the living room. “Have a seat. I’ll go get it.”

I got the camera, putting in a fully charged battery and making sure the memory was clean before taking it out to the living room. Mandy jumped up when I came in. “Please be careful,” I said to Mandy.

She gingerly held the camera. “How does it work?”

Megan was right behind her, “I’ll show you.”

“You guys want something to drink?” I asked.

“Sure.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

I headed off to the kitchen trying my best to not worry about the camera. I knew these girls and they were both responsible and mature for their age. They didn’t act like typical high school kids, but I still had trouble letting go of the camera. It was just too new. I laughed at myself as I got a couple of cans of Coke and a beer for me and took them into the living room.

Mandy was taking shots of the fireplace with Megan posed provocatively in front of it. They were obviously having fun. Mandy looked at the beer I was holding and then at the cokes.

“Mike, could I have a beer instead?” she asked.

“Me too,” insisted Megan.

I thought about it for a second. I knew their parents let them drink at home. Better that than drinking and driving. Teenagers are going to drink. Their parents knew it was better controlled and under supervision, a stance I agreed with whole-heartedly. “You driving anywhere?” I asked.

“Nope,” she said, smiling.

“Okay.” I took the cokes back out to the kitchen and returned with the beers. Megan was still posing, trying to look sexy.

Megan and Mandy came over for the beer. “Mike?” Megan asked.

“Yeah?”

“You’re a guy,” she said.

“Really?” I said.

A major eye roll followed by, “Duh. I mean, you think like a guy. So, did I look sexy when Mandy was taking my picture?”

They both looked at me intently. “Yes and no.” I held up my hand to quiet them as both started to speak. “Yes, you look sexy. You are a sexy young woman. No, I could tell you were acting, kind of faking it, and that isn’t sexy. Tell you the truth, right now, just standing there you are a hell of a lot sexier than when you were faking it on the rug.”

Mandy whistled and said quietly, “Wow.”

Megan blushed and looked down.

“Don’t blush. You asked,” I said.

She looked up. “Do you really think I’m sexy?”

“Yes, both of you are.”

They exchanged a look that said a million words. I didn’t know what they were saying to each other, but it was obvious they could. “My turn,” Megan said. Mandy handed over the camera and went over by the fireplace. She sipped her beer as Megan set up a shot.

Mandy sat back and tried for a sultry look on her face. “Mike, is this sexy?”

I smiled, “Yep, but not because of the look on your face. It’s because you are sexy.”

“But Mike, models do that,” she protested. I was taking a sip of my beer when she said, “If I took off my clothes would it be sexy?”

You know, beer isn’t very appealing when it goes up your nose. After I finished coughing and wiping the beer off my face, I looked at Mandy. She was giggling behind her hand, as was Megan. “Very funny,” I said. “I nearly drowned.” Now they laughed.

I went out to the kitchen to get a towel to clean up. When I returned they were still playing photographer. I watched for awhile, then went out to the kitchen to get dinner started. A while later Mandy brought the camera in. “Thanks for letting us play with it. It’s really cool.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Megan said.

“Glad you guys had fun,” I said.

Mandy’s face lit up with a smile, “Yeah, we had fun. Gotta go.”

“Bye, Mike,” they both said and headed out. I went back to fixing dinner.

Saturday afternoon I heard a knock. It was Mandy and Megan. “Hi, Mike. Can we have a beer?”

“What am I? Your local beer distributor?”

“Mom and Dad went to Vegas and we’re bored.”

“There goes all of my beer,” I said.

“Not all,” Megan said.

I led them to the kitchen and got three beers. We went back to the living room and I invited them to sit.

We talked about their folks being in Vegas for the weekend. They didn’t understand why anybody would go there to lose money. I couldn’t argue with that.

There was a pause in the conversation and Megan and Mandy shared a look. “Would you want to photograph us? Megan and me?”

“Sure,” I said. “You guys would look great together.” They were dressed casually wearing jeans shorts and little tops.

“Get the camera,” Megan told me.

I hopped up and went to get it. It’s not often you get a chance like this. They really would photograph well. They were so close in looks, but not twins; it would create a natural mystery for the viewer. They were sitting on the couch talking when I came back. I wanted to try natural light as much as possible. I had them sit together on the couch not really doing anything while I tried various things with the camera. I played with the ASA trying various settings. Some were way too dark and some way too light. I was getting the hang of it, so I had them put their heads together and smile.

That one really worked. I was pleased and showed it to them. “That’s cool,” said Megan.

“Yeah, it makes us look good,” Mandy said. They shared a look again. I knew I had just witnessed an entire conversation in a blink. Mandy turned to me. “So, Mike. Would you like to do one of those things like they do in the magazines? I mean, with Megan and me.”

“What kind of things?” I asked.

“Oh come on. You’ve seen them,” she said.

“I’m not trying to be obtuse. I’ve seen lots of things in magazines. Which kind of thing?” I asked.

They shared a look again. Megan took over. “Like they do in men’s magazines.”

“I bet you’d like it too, wouldn’t you?” Mandy asked.

It clicked suddenly. They were talking about nude, as in no clothes, as in naked. Oh my. I won’t say I never thought of the girls as sexy. Of course I had. But they were the neighbor girls. I knew their mom and dad. I just couldn’t, could I? “Uh, sweethearts. Your dad would hunt me down like a dog and shoot me if I took those kind of pictures of you.”

“And who would tell them?” Megan said with a major eye roll.

“Duh, Mike. Like, would you tell him?” Mandy upbraided me. "The only thing is, you'd have to promise not to send them to a magazine. They'd have to totally private. Just for you."

They exchanged looks. Mandy got a sly smile on her face. “I think he’s chicken. I bet he really wants to take those pictures.”

“I bet you’re right,” Megan answered her.

“I bet he won’t say no if we just do it,” Mandy said.

“Just do it!” Megan said to laughter as they gave each other a high five. They turned towards me and hugged each other while giving me a smile. The camera came up almost of it's own.

They both gave me a sly smile then Mandy started pulling Megan’s top off over her head. She paused with the top half off and looked at me. “Well? You gonna take the picture?”

I could see Megan’s breasts already. I held up the camera, focused it, and snapped a couple of frames. Mandy continued slowly removing her sister’s blouse as I snapped away. Megan then did the same for Mandy. Topless, they tumbled onto the couch. Posing in various ways, one girl holding the other, then side by side, then back to back, then both facing away looking over their shoulders at me. The girls were teasing me as they posed, “Do you like this? How about this one? Are you staring?” I just kept snapping frames.

The girls were laughing. “So, Mister Photographer. You don’t seem to mind us being topless.”

I looked over the camera at them as they settled on the couch. “I guess you were right. Just do it.”

“What’s next?” Megan asked.

My voice caught in my throat. I was hoping they’d take off more but I couldn’t bring myself to ask.

The girls gave me that smile. Mandy said, “I bet he does want to see us naked.” Mandy reached down and started unzipping Megan’s shorts. She looked up at me and paused. I held up the camera again and snapped a picture. She pulled off Mandy’s shorts and Mandy pulled off hers. I concentrated on taking good shots. I knew if I started thinking about these two beautiful girls I’d soon be unable to think about anything else. ‘Concentrate on the photos,’ I kept telling myself.

Megan leaned back on the couch as Mandy pulled her little black panties off. I adjusted the contrast to highlight the black silky material against her pale skin. Then Megan pulled Mandy’s white panties off. I adjusted the contrast back to tone down the difference.

The girls sat side by side on the couch. They spread their legs giving me a peek of their pussies. Mandy was smiling, “Like what you see?”

“You already know the answer to that. Yes, I like,” I said as I snapped a frame. The girls moved around in different poses, one girl holding the other, legs entwined, heads together. I kept snapping away trying different settings: contrast, speed, color. I wasn’t taking time to look at the photos and see what worked and what didn’t. I just took pictures.

“Want us by the fireplace?” Megan asked.

“Sure. That will make a different background,” I said.

They stood and went over to the fireplace, turned their backs and bent over showing me their pussies pooched out between their legs. I was really trying to concentrate but I felt my cock start to grow.

“Do you like it when the girls kiss each other in those magazines? Dad’s magazines always show the girls kissing,” Megan asked.

“Yeah, that’s true. Dad’s magazines always show the girls kissing. Do guys like that?” Mandy asked.

“Guys like that,” I said.

They shared a smile and leaned towards each other, their lips touching while I snapped a picture. Then Megan bent down and kissed Mandy’s nipple. As soon as I had snapped the picture, they both started giggling. “That is so gross,” Megan said. “I can’t believe that girls do that.”

Mandy laughed, “I know. Stupid how guys like girls faking it.” Then she bent down and took Megan’s nipple between her lips.

‘Fake or not, that is sexy,’ I thought snapping more frames. Mandy sat down on the rug and Megan knelt between her legs and began kissing her belly, then even lower. I wondered if she would actually go all of the way. I just kept snapping pictures. But that thought completed the job on my cock. It swelled in my pants creating a bulge.

Mandy looked over at me. “Look Megan. Mister Photographer has a problem.”

“He sure does. It doesn’t seem fair that he gets to see everything and we don’t get to see anything,” Megan said in a pouty voice.

“I think you’re right,” Mandy answered.

Mandy came at me. “I’ll take that camera,” she said.

I straightened, holding the camera in front of me like a shield. She wrapped her hand around the lens and pulled gently. I held on. She kept pulling very gently, all the while daring me with her eyes. I let go. “Your turn,” she said.

“Now look girls...” I protested.

They were having none of it. Megan started unbuttoning my shirt. “Don’t try the, 'Your dad will kill me,' stuff. We already settled that. And we promise not to send the photos to any magazine unless you send ours. Blackmail," she said laughing. She had the shirt undone and pulled it off. She grabbed my belt and started to tug. I knew I had lost.

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

“’Bout time,” Mandy said holding up the camera.

I knew I was blushing. It’s not like I’m some sculpted Chippendale dancer. I’m just a normal middle-aged guy. I pushed my shorts down and off my legs. My cock stood straight up. Mandy was snapping pictures, but Megan’s eyes were locked on the erection. I had no idea what they wanted me to do. I couldn’t even imagine. “What do you want me to do?”

Mandy and Megan exchanged a look, another whole conversation. Mandy handed the camera to Megan, “Here.” She came over to me. “I think some couples pictures would be sexy.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me down on the carpet in front of the fireplace.

Suddenly, I had a very sexy and very naked young woman in my arms. Mandy pulled my head down to hers and we kissed. This wasn’t a play kiss for the camera, she put her all into it and I responded.

When I recovered from the kiss I looked up. Megan wasn’t taking any pictures, she was staring, a hungry look on her face. I looked down at Mandy. “Yes,” she said. I understood. I bent my head and we kissed again. Mandy pulled me down and we lay on the carpet, body against body, the heat of her passion passing into me. Mandy was pressing her loins into me. Lowering my head to her tits I took one into my mouth, sucking the entire thing in. Mandy moaned and shuddered as I bit gently on her nipple. My hand slid between her legs which spread in welcome. She was already hot and wet.

Feeling her arousal, all thoughts of restraint vanished. I wanted her now. I moved between her legs and dipped down, holding her legs apart as I stared at her pussy, the dewy folds of her pussy gaping open. She smelled wonderful, fresh and aroused. I lapped at her pussy, teasing her with my tongue before licking all the way to the top then back down. Mandy moaned as my tongue completed the circuit. I stuck it up her pussy before another round trip to her clitoris and back. Her hips were jumping as I teased her clitoris. Her pussy was flowing with her arousal. I rose up over her, my cock in line with her pussy. She looked up at me, her eyes half-lidded with lust. “Do me,” she said.

Her word was my command. I slid into her, one long slow stroke, my cock going deeper and deeper until it was fully inside her, our bodies together. “Yesss,” she hissed as I ground her clitoris. I took a moment to let her body adjust to the penetration. When her pussy rippled around my cock I knew she was ready and set to fucking her hard and fast. Her hips met mine, slapping together, as we fucked.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” Mandy chanted, our fucking like a machine, never varying, on and on until she crested her climax. I felt her shudder under me, her pussy clasping at my cock, pulsing as it sought my cum. A keening wail erupted from her as her nails dug into my back. One last hard stroke and she fell back, her eyes closed, breathing as if she’d just run a mile, shuddering in the fierce afterglow of orgasm.

I looked over at Megan, her eyes bright with desire. “Jesus,” she said quietly. Her legs were rubbing together unconsciously. Her hand was between her legs moving over her slit. She arose from the couch and came over. “My turn,” she said, her voice low with lust.

Mandy lifted her head and looked up at Megan. “Oh, right,” she said. I wondered at that. It almost sounded like she expected it, as if it was planned. Mandy rolled me to the side and disengaged herself. Megan, her face flushed, sat astride my hips, her pussy over my cock. She bent forward for a kiss. As we kissed she began humping against my cock. It was quickly apparent that she was hot and wet from watching her sister get fucked. On the next lift, my cock popped free. She pressed back against it until it slid up and found her opening; without a pause she pressed back burying it in her grasping pussy. My cock slid into the second teen pussy of the morning. ‘My God,’ I thought. ‘I am living a fantasy. Actually fucking two sisters, and together too.’

Megan rolled her hips, getting used to the filled sensation of a cock thrust deeply inside her. She looked down at me, smiled as she lifted up and began fucking herself on my cock. I was her fuck toy. Her hips moved forward and backward, up and down and every which way as she pleasured herself on me. Her head was thrown back, her long hair waving around as she humped her pussy on my cock.

I felt it building inside me, my climax. I held it off, just below the surface, waiting as Megan’s movements became more intense. Her hips were bouncing against me, driving her clitoris hard into me, driving my cock deeply into her. I was close, waiting. Her eyes opened, looking into mine. I could see it, her climax approaching and we connected at that primitive level of pure lust. “Yes,” we both said as we let it overwhelm us. I felt my balls contract as burst after burst of my cum surged up into her, her pussy spasming around my cock pulling my cum into her. One last small spurt and I was drained. Megan stopped, still like a statue, then her muscles dissolved and she fell forward onto my chest. We lay like that, recovering, as her hands moved over my shoulders, touching me softly.

I slid out of Megan and my cock fell onto my stomach, wilting from the sore use it had been put to. Megan rolled onto her side and cuddled into me. Mandy snuggled into my other side. I was in a girl sandwich and it felt just fine. Better than fine, it felt like the best thing that had ever happened to me.

I hadn’t been thinking much since Megan had started taking off my clothes. Now, with the blood back in my brain I started wondering. ‘Why in hell did these two girls just bonk my brains out?’ It was a question for which I had no answer.

It was pretty obvious that neither girl had been a shrinking virgin. They both knew what they were doing. Not surprising, I guess for a senior and a junior. But why did they pick me? These girls could have anyone they wanted. I was slowly petting their backs as they lay next to me.

Megan lifted her head and said to Mandy, “Not bad.”

“Yeah, he passed the test, for sure,” she answered as both girls giggled.

“What test?” I asked.

“Silly. There’s no test. I was just teasing,” she said.

I looked at Megan and Mandy. They both looked satisfied and they also had grins like they knew something that I didn’t. “Have you done this before?” I asked.

“Had sex?”

“No. Both of you together with a guy,” I asked.

“First time,” said Mandy

“Not that I’m complaining, but why me?” I asked.

“Neither of us has a boyfriend at the moment. And last night, after mom and dad left, Megan and I were sitting around drinking some beers. Well, Megan got out one of Dad’s porno DVDs,” Mandy was saying.

I interrupted, “Does your dad know you watch his DVDs?”

Mandy continued, “No. He hides them in his closet, like we don’t know he watches them. Jeez.” She shared a look with her sister. “Dad has a lot of stuff of girls tied up. It’s like a fetish or something. Weird. Anyway, Megan got one of the regular ones out and we were watching it. You know how it is, we were both getting horny. I didn’t want to be the first to get up and go to my room. I mean, that’s like saying it out loud, I’m going to go play with myself.”

“I wasn’t going to be first,” Megan said.

“So we were watching the movie and started joking back and forth, you know, to kind of break the tension. Well, Megan says, ‘That guy looks like Mike. I wonder how good Mike is?’” I looked at Megan, who blushed. Mandy continued, “Anyway, he did look like you. So we were all talking about how you’d be in bed. The whole time this guy is going at it with this girl we were talking about you.”

“I see. But how did you... I mean, it's one thing to talk about something,” I said.

“Yeah. Well then Megan starts saying about how you haven’t been dating since Marie left. And we were like agreeing that you probably weren’t, you know, getting laid. Then I said maybe we should. And Megan was like, ‘Yeah, but who goes first?’ And I was like, ‘I should,’ and she was, like, ‘I should,’ and we went back and forth.”

Megan said, “I don’t see that just ‘cuz she’s a year older she gets to go first. God, she gets to have everything first. Driving, dating, sex. It’s not fair.”

“So we agreed that we’d do it together. That’s when Megan said we could use the camera to like, set the mood. I mean, we knew you might freak with us being neighbors. So Megan figured if we got you worked up by taking pictures of us doing porno things that guys like, you’d be pretty easy,” Mandy said.

I looked at Megan who smiled as she shrugged her shoulders. I smiled as I said, “I guess I was pretty easy, huh?”

Megan laughed, “Yep. You were pretty easy.”

I thought about everything the girls had said. Mix a little alcohol in with horniness, parents away, two beautiful teens, and you get a charity fuck for the old guy across the street. So, I’m supposed to complain. I don’t think so. “Thank you, ladies. That was the best thing that’s happened to me in years.”

“Really, Mike?”

“Yes, really.”

Mandy had a sparkle in her eye which she quickly wiped away. “I’m glad.”

“Yeah, me too,” said Megan. “I enjoyed it too.”

Megan looked up at the clock and said, “Look at the time. Mom and Dad are going to be back tonight and they said to have the house clean or else.”

Mandy looked at the clock. “Shit. They’ll ground us forever if they see it like it is.”

I wondered just how bad the house could have gotten in a day and a half, but knew better than to ask. They had porno DVDs spread out in the house for all I knew. “Let’s get clean then you guys can go.”

They jumped up and I followed them to the bath. I went on to my bath as they cleaned up.

I met them at the front door. Mandy gave me a kiss, “Thanks, Mike. It’s just what I needed.”

Megan was next, kissing me and pressing against me. “Thanks, Mike.”

“Thank you, ladies.” I held the door for them and watched them all the way across the street. They turned back and waved before disappearing into their house. They hadn’t said anything about a repeat performance. It was just one of those once in a lifetime things; serendipity. I smiled thinking about the afternoon. I wandered to the kitchen and got a beer. Turning on the TV, I didn’t even notice what was on. Sipping the beer, I recalled every part of the afternoon. Sam Spade thought the Maltese Falcon was what dreams are made of. This would be the stuff dreams were made of for a very long time. I smiled and held up the beer in a salute, “Thanks, girls.”

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