By sub01

"Brian, I--"

Mary was talking, but I wasn't listening.  I rose and took her in my arms, silencing her with a kiss, my stiff erection pressing against her naked, shaven mound.  And then clutching her hand I led her for the doorway, too eager to wait another second.  I just had to have her upstairs, in bed.  I just had to.

And yet she held back.

"Oh Brian, do me right here, please?" My sister's cheeks were flushed, her hand trembling in mine.  "Oh please, I want Carol to see.  I... I want her to hear.  Please Brian?"

And in that moment I wanted nothing more than to have Carol watch, as Mary suggested.  To have Carol see me fucking Mary, and loving her.  With a smile I took Mary in my arms, pressing her back against the table and nudging between her legs.  Coaxing her nightie up, my cock pressing against her belly.  Reaching down to guide myself into her...

"Wait Brian!"

I groaned, beside myself with desperation.  Wait!?  Was she trying to kill me!?

Mary wiggled from my arms and moved to Carol, standing by her head and gazing down at her lovingly, wickedly.  "Remember what you make me do every time before you have one of your lovers, Carol?" Mary asked sweetly.  "How you make me lick your cunt and get you all ready for them, for their cocks?  Well, now you can do the same for me."  She smiled back at me.  "Help me up here, Brian."

Trembling with excitement I scooped my Mary up in my arms and lifted her, helping her onto the table.  Not just onto the table... onto Carol's face.  Mary squatted down with her knees on either side of Carol's head, settling her cunt down onto her lover's lips.

"Eat me, you little slut," Mary gasped.  "Just like you always make me do to you.  Get me ready for my brother's prick..."

From the expression on Mary's face, Carol did just that.  Mary began squirming almost immediately, and gasping, and though I couldn't see Carol's face, trapped as it was between my sister's legs and nearly concealed anyway by the hem of Mary's nightie, I could imagine that she had her tongue deeply inside her.  And delightfully so, for Mary's enjoyment was unmistakable.  She began rocking gently atop Carol's face, at the same time leaning forward to lie against her, as if too weak-kneed to stay upright.  It was a position which tugged the hem of her nightie up and made her bare bottom swell out so invitingly, her pale, unblemished cheeks parting ever so slightly and affording me a peek at her bottom hole.  And below that the top of Carol's lovely blonde hair, almost shimmering as her head nodded between my sister's thighs in time to her rocking.

I couldn't take my eyes from the lewd sight of my sister's bottom hole peeking from between her lovely cheeks.  Such a tiny, tight pucker.  I felt a stab of jealousy at the thought that Carol had made her welcome men back there, and other things.  That my sister's little pucker should have blossomed to accommodate them despite her reluctance, welcoming them obediently at her lover's urging.  Her lover, who now lay helpless and serving for a change.

Seeing Mary's tight anus pouting so cutely between her bottom cheeks, I just couldn't help myself.  It just seemed natural, somehow.  As she squirmed atop Carol's laboring tongue I leaned forward and pressed my lips between her bottom cheeks, gently kissing her little bud.  The effect was like lightning.  Mary gasped and jerked, arching her back.

"Brian!"

"Sorry."  I blushed and started to pull back, suddenly embarrassed at what had gotten into me.

"No!  Don't you dare stop!"  Mary reached back and grabbed my head, pulling my face back between her cheeks.  "Please Brian, don't stop!"

I'd never done such a thing, never even considered it, but with Mary it only seemed natural that I would do anything and everything to please her.  I kissed her little rosebud again, and then tried using my tongue.  The tip at first and then wider, lapping at her tightness, flicking, teasing.  I imagine that the delicacy of our tongues on her at the same time, and so lewdly, must have driven Mary absolutely crazy, for she arched her back and whimpered, clutching Carol's legs, digging her finger in, sobbing as she came.  It was a powerful orgasm, and as my sister shuddered atop Carol's face I never let up with my tongue, never stopped teasing her tight little rosebud which clenched so delightfully in the throes of her passion.

Afterward, as Mary trembled and lay weakly atop Carol, I helped her down off the table, off Carol's face.  Helped her to stand and held her, for her knees seemed as if they were threatening to give out.  Carol's face shone with my sister's juices.  The unmistakable sheen covered her lips, her nose, her cheeks, even her forehead and chin.  In her passion, Mary had nearly smothered Carol.  And yet as Carol caught her breath, rosy cheeked, she was smiling just a little.  When she saw me looking her smile vanished, but I knew.  She had enjoyed making love to my sister with her mouth.  She had enjoyed being forced to do it.

Now it was my turn.  I was desperately horny, stiffer now than I'd ever felt before.  Mary had regained her senses and seemed steadier on her feet now.  I had to have her.  Remembering her earlier admonition to do it here, right in front of Carol, I now guided her to stand between her lover's legs, facing the table.  Facing Carol.  I wanted Carol to see everything, to have a perfect view of my sister's face as I fucked her.

I was desperate to be inside my sister, yet more than anything else I suddenly, powerfully wanted to taste her first.  I wanted to know her excitement, and her passion, and taste what Carol had tasted.  I moved to kneel behind Mary but she protested softly, reaching back and clutching my arm.

"Oh Brian!  Please, sweetie, just fuck me!"  Mary's voice was husky, her need unmistakable.  "Please honey, you can lick me later, I just need your prick in me so bad right now.  Just fuck me, please?"

Oh God!  To hear my sister begging me, to hear her eagerness, her desperation... and for it to be in front of Carol!  I straightened up and nudged my erection between Mary's thighs from behind, thrusting up into her even as she angled her hips just so.  I'd never before felt her so wet and open, never before entered her so easily.

"Oh God, Brian, your prick feels so fucking good!"

Mary was absolutely right about that part.  It felt like heaven.  She was so hot inside, so wet, so tight.  As I started fucking her she clenched on me tightly, gasping.  "Oh Brian!"

I didn't make love to her.  I didn't hold her tenderly, gently.  I fucked her, hard and fast.  My eagerness was uncontained, my lust for Mary overwhelming.  I needed her.  I just had to have her.  And I did, fucking her hard from behind, reaching around at the same time and slipping my hands up underneath her nightie to cup her soft breasts, and grip, and clutch.  Burying my face in the back of Mary's neck and kissing her savagely, even biting a little as I thrust inside her clutching tightness.  And as I did I grunted in desperation.  "Oh God, Mary, I'm not going to last very long!"

Mary turned her head and smiled, her cheeks flushed, her voice husky.  "Me either."  And then she did something that threatened to make me explode... she leaned forward and pressed her lips to one of Carol's soft, luscious breasts, biting hard on her lover's nipple in her passion.  Carol cried out, her eyes wide, squirming beneath us.  But our weight held her pinned, and the bonds kept her helpless as my sister bit her nipple again, and again, each time harder.  Groaning even as she did, and teasing Carol endlessly as I savaged her from behind.  "Oh fuck, Carol, you can't fucking imagine how good this feels!  How good Brian's prick feels inside me!  Look at me, Carol... I'm not your fucking toy anymore... I'm Brian's... you're Brian's... oh fuck Carol, I'm going to cum soon... oh my god...!"  All this around Carol's nipples, as she kept biting them in her eagerness.

My thrusts were rocking Mary against the edge of the table, and against the base of the vibrator that was still buried in Carol's cunt.  By fucking Mary I was vicariously fucking Carol with the vibrator, and I saw that it was threatening to bring Carol off.  But we couldn't have that.  Even in the haze of my passion, and the impending surge of my pleasure, I clutched Mary's breasts and pulled her up, away from Carol, away from the vibrator which now quickly slipped out of Carol's clutching tightness and fell to the floor.  I could see the jealousy in Carol's face, the frustration, the desperation.  She gasped and pleaded.  "Oh, Mary!  Please, oh my God I'm so close!  Won't you please help me?  Mary!  Please!"

But Mary wasn't listening, and neither was I.  I was cumming.  Not just cumming... exploding.  My need was so pent up, my passion so strong, that I couldn't help but grunt and bury my face in the back of my sister's neck, gripping her soft breasts and humping into her eagerly, forcing her still harder against the edge of the table as I spurted inside her tightness.  And Mary was right there with me, trembling in my arms, tensing on my cock as she came too, her sweet voice so husky and desperate as she sobbed with relief.

*    *    *

I held Mary like that for a long time afterward, still bent over the table and over Carol, enjoying her warmth as I softened inside her.  Enjoying feeling her breathing return to normal.  Enjoying feeling her shiver in my arms as I playfully pinched her nipples, which were now so sensitive in the aftermath of her orgasm.

Finally I planted a gentle kiss on Mary's back between her shoulders and rose.  The vibrator still lay on the kitchen floor where it had slipped out of Carol, and now I picked it up and set it on the counter.  As I did Mary turned around and slipped her arms around me, pulling me close and kissing me deeply.

"Oh my God Brian, that was exquisite!"  Her cheeks were flushed, and her neck and chest and shoulders as well.  I smiled and kissed her back.

"It was beyond exquisite, Mary."  I held her a moment longer and then moved to pull away, but she stopped me.

"Wait, Brian.  We're not finished yet."

"We're not?"

Mary's eyes twinkled with excitement.  "No Brian, we're not.  We still need to do something about Carol."

I wasn't sure what Mary was getting at.

"Well, she still needs to cum... don't you Carol?"

I glanced to Carol and saw that my sister was right.  She most definitely did need to cum.  It was written on her face, and in her eyes, and in the unmistakable flush in her cheeks and chest.  She nodded eagerly as Mary and I watched her.  "Yes, oh thank you Mary!"

Mary laughed.  "Don't thank me yet, Carol.  You haven't heard the game yet."

Carol hesitated.  "The game?"

Mary leaned forward over Carol, putting her face to her lover's and kissing her on the lips.  Smiling at her teasingly.  "Do you remember that game you made me play a while ago, Carol?  When you made me identify all those nasty things with my pussy?"

Carol nodded slowly.

"Well, now it's your turn, and you'll see just how hard -- and frustrating -- it is."  Mary turned and explained the game to me with a smile.  "If she identifies three things right in a row, she gets to cum.  But trust me, that's easier said than done.  And of course we'll have to blindfold her."

Of course.  Intrigued by Mary's idea for a game, and feeling a fresh surge of excitement at the idea of getting back still more at Carol, I reached for a dishtowel.  It would be perfect to blindfold Carol with.  But Mary stopped me, smiling.  "Just help me off with my nightie, will you sweetie?"

I helped Mary out of her nightie, slipping it up and over her head, tingling with renewed lust as she moved still closer and kissed me, her naked breasts brushing so softly against my chest, her tummy touching mine ever so gently.  I wanted to hold her there for a moment, to enjoy her nakedness against me, to tell her how much I loved her, but with a smile she took the nightie from me and turned back to Carol.

"Nighty night, lover."  And she proceeded to place her scrunched up nightie over Carol's eyes, wrapping it around our helpless captive's head and tying it off in back, effectively blindfolding her.  Carol protested and pleaded and shook her head in vain.

"Oh Carol, you're such a wimp," Mary giggled.  "Remember when you made me spend an entire day blindfolded?  I didn't protest once, you little slut.  And look at you."

In my mind I expected Mary to go upstairs and bring down an armful of nasty, kinky items with which we would torment Carol.  But instead my sister moved to the kitchen counter and began selecting items from there.  The cucumber from earlier.  A banana.  An ear of corn.  A narrow, lumpy squash.  My cock was throbbing to see Mary gather such things, growing erect even now so soon after having fucked her.  I took Mary's example and gathered from the refrigerator still more items: celery, carrots, even a few strawberries and cherries.

"Would you like to do the honors, sweetie?" Mary asked as she held the first item out to me... the banana.

I would, and I did, taking the banana and pushing it slowly up into Carol's tightness.  She was so wet and open that I didn't need any lubrication, even when I sawed the banana in and out a few times.

"Careful," Mary giggled, "not too much or she's likely to cum."

The game was simple, but Carol's task not at all.  We used all the items on her randomly, mixing them up.  Carol could only guess two of the items with any consistency, the cucumber and the banana.  The others she had trouble with.  With each crude violation her cheeks grew more rosy, her voice more anxious, her guesses more desperate.  The celery seemed the hardest for her to identify.  I used it on her several times, and each time she identified it as the cucumber.  The banana was the easiest for her, no doubt due to its unmistakable curvature.  I made a point not to use it on her in succession with the cucumber, which she also knew intimately by now.

I was sure that Carol would also know the narrow ear of corn immediately just from its texture, but Mary was a step ahead of me.  She handed to me two condoms from the box which she'd made Carol bring down earlier.

"You've planned this all along," I accused with a smile as I quietly unwrapped the condoms.

"No!"  Mary's eyes were twinkling.  "Never!"

With the two condoms stretched tightly over the narrow ear of corn, I took my time inserting it up into Carol's tight pussy.  She was anxious now, her arousal more obvious than ever.  As I pressed the corn deep she hesitated.  "Is it really fruit?  It... it feels like rubber."

"That's because I put a condom on it."

"That's not fair!"

I chuckled.  "Who said anything about being fair?"  I pressed the ear of corn deeper into her tightness, feeling her clench on it.  "Besides, what's fair about what you've done to my sweet little sister?"

Carol didn't answer.  She struggled in her bonds, working desperately at the ear of corn with her pussy.  Finally I slowly withdraw the corn from her tightness.  It was a snug fit, and as it came free her pussy pouted open, so wet and inviting.

"Well?"

"I don't know," Carol admitted reluctantly.  "A cucumber?"

"Nope.  Not even close."  Oh, how delightful!

We soon switched to the smaller items.  Mary teased one of the strawberries over Carol's nipple, making little circles with it.  "Now, these next ones are a bit smaller, so you'll have to push them out once you're done."  To my absolute delight, Carol guessed that strawberries were cherries, and cherries were strawberries.  And each time she had to push them out afterward.  Mary and I wouldn't help her.  It was just too much fun to watch Carol straining and trying to void herself of the small fruit.  Serves her right, I thought.  That was the last time she would get between my and my sister.

We went through all the items a second time, and some a third, under the pretense of allowing Carol as much chance at earning an orgasm as possible.  But the truth was, Mary and I just wanted to torment her longer.  And it did torment her.  By the time I slipped the carrot out of her tightness for the last time Carol was squirming and whimpering, begging us to please, please touch her clit and bring her off.  Which of course we didn't do.  I think Mary maybe wanted to at this point -- she said she didn't, but I could see it in her eyes -- but I was insistent.  My jealousy and bitterness were tempered now, but I still didn't feel like helping Carol over that last hump to her own pleasure.  So with the game finished, and all pretense of the possibility of orgasm for Carol over with, we simply began teasing her with no other purpose in mind than to torment her.

We spent the next hour playing with Carol as she lay helplessly over the kitchen table.  We used everything we could think of on her: vegetables, fruits, the clothespegs again, several toys from upstairs, including the crops and paddles... even a thick double headed dildo.  This particular item Mary pressed deeply up inside Carol, and then she turned around and backed between her lover's legs, fitting the other end of the dildo into her own pussy and fucking herself on it.  It was such a hot thing to watch, my sister fucking herself on the dildo lodged in Carol's tightness.  I couldn't help but pull Mary's head down, making her lean forward and take my cock in her mouth.  As she fucked herself on the dildo she sucked me enthusiastically.  Almost too enthusiastically.  I was erect and at the edge in moments despite my earlier orgasm, and had to pull out of Mary's mouth several times to keep from cumming.  I wanted to of course, but not yet.  I was saving that for later, when we could be together properly.  Mary had two delightful orgasms while fucking herself on the double ended dildo, helped along by both her fingers and mine.  And to my absolute glee, Carol had none.

We even ate a late lunch at the table with Carol still tied down to it, enjoying our meal while watching her squirm and plead.  Mary wanted to let her up (I think she was feeling some guilt at having kept Carol bound for so long) but I would have none of it.  I did let Mary feed Carol from her plate, though.  And of course, in true tormenting fashion that I'm sure Carol would have approved of had she not been on the receiving end, I made Carol thank my sister politely after each and every bite.