By sub01

When I awoke Sunday morning Mary was snuggled in my arms.  Sometime during the night we had moved together.  She lay cuddled up against my chest, her face resting at the base of my neck, her bare, soft breasts pressed against me.  I slipped my arm around her waist and drew her gently closer.  In her sleep she smiled.  A dream, I wondered?  Or perhaps she sensed my closeness.

I watched Mary sleep for a long time.  She was so lovely in the early morning sunlight, her pale skin so soft and elegant, her blonde tresses in cute disarray, her body so soft against mine and her warmth so soothing.  My lust for her was so powerful, my love for her so pure.  I loved everything about her as she lay snuggled in my arms.  Her gentle breathing, her contented smile, the way the first rays of early morning sunlight crept across her pale, naked skin.  Another day was before us, and this one without her belt.  I couldn't help but lean closer and kiss Mary gently on her lips.

Mary smiled in her sleep, a pleasant, contented smile.  I watched her for a moment longer and then gently eased her over onto her back, taking care not to wake her.  As quietly as I could I slipped down to her feet, drawing the sheets back from around her waist so she lay gloriously, exquisitely naked.  I felt a powerful surge of lust.  I'd awoken erect, but now I swelled still stiffer at the sight of my sister's body.  So perfect.  So lovely.

I pressed my lips to Mary's belly, kissing her gently there and then lower between her legs, suddenly wanting to awaken her as she had me the previous morning.  I coaxed her legs apart ever so gently and kissed her shaven mound.  Her smell was familiar now and so delightful.  Again I kissed her lovely mound, and again.  And again.  She stirred in her sleep.  Unable to help myself I suckled gently on her labia, exploring her with my lips and tongue.  Now Mary stiffened, moaning softly yet still without opening her eyes.  I watched her face intently.  She looked so beautiful, so radiant in the early morning sunlight.

As I slipped my tongue between her folds to taste her she smiled contentedly.  She was awakening.  I gently nibbled her pussy lips, tickling between them with my tongue, and now Mary slowly opened her eyes.  She smiled down at me dreamily.  I could tell she liked waking this way as much as I had.

"Good morning, sis," I said with a smile.

"Mmmm... don't stop, Brian," she murmured, echoing how I had implored her the previous morning.  I smiled and pressed my face back between her legs, delving deeply with my tongue.

Mary was wet and open to my tongue, and as I explored her she opened her legs still wider.  Soon she was wide awake and moaning contentedly.  Gone was her embarrassment and bashfulness from days before.  Now she implored me with abandon.  "Oh God, Brian... like that!  Yes, just like that!"  She slipped her fingers into my hair, pulling my face tighter between her legs and guiding my motions.  I began licking faster, moving my attention to her clit and licking around it gently, teasingly.

"Brian!" my sister gasped.  I smiled and kept at her with my lips and tongue.  It didn't take her long now.  She clutched my hair, pulling my face tighter into her crotch and at the same time lifting her legs and planting her feet on my back.  In her passion she pressed her thighs against my head, trapping me exquisitely, nearly smothering me in her excitement.  She orgasmed with a groan, clutching my hair and moaning happily.  I smiled and kept licking.  I loved everything about her at this moment... her taste, her smell, how her thighs pressed against my cheeks and the way she clutched my hair so tightly and the way she pushed on my back with her feet, lifting her hips off the bed and my face with them, and how she trembled and clenched on my tongue as she came.

When Mary's breathing had finally returned to normal I started to pull away.  But instead of letting me go she tightened her legs around my head.

"Don't you dare stop, Brian!"

Who was I to argue?  I kept licking her, looking up to watch her as I did.  She was flushed and smiling, her eyes awake with pleasure.  She didn't have to tell me.  I knew: she was already well on her way to another orgasm.  I smiled into her pussy.  I liked starting the day this way even better than starting it with her lips on my cock.

Mary's orgasm this time took longer, but I was in no hurry.  As the morning sunlight crept across the bedroom I licked and sucked and teased and tickled, even slipping a finger and then two up inside her tightness, until finally she again groaned in orgasm.

Afterward I lay with my chin resting on her tummy, staring up at her in silence as she returned to her senses.  She seemed so peaceful now in the after moment.  So relaxed and completely sated.  She smiled down at me dreamily and slipped her fingers into my hair, stroking me gently, not saying anything.  As she caressed my hair I kissed her gently on her tummy, and then again, hesitating.  Her little charm lay there, against the dimple of her navel.  CP.  Carol's Pet.  I kissed the piercing gently, trying to put aside the flush of jealousy I felt.  When all was said and done, I was going home today and Mary and Carol were still lovers.

I kissed my way higher, just below the swell of Mary's breasts and then between them, and on the base of her neck, working slowly higher, kissing her chin and then, finally, her lips.  Her breath was warm and sweet, and still a little off as she recovered.  I lay beside her now, resting my arm across her belly and just enjoying her closeness.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked at long last.

Mary smiled.  "The best!  And what an exquisite way to wake up!"

I couldn't help but agree.  I'd do it every morning, if I could.

"I'd like that," Mary giggled.

We lay together for the longest time.  Mary's head lay against my chest, her soft blonde hair so gentle and ticklish against my skin.  She reached down and stroked my erection slowly, teasing me with just her fingertips, playing with me absentmindedly.  She cupped my balls and massaging tenderly as I stiffened.  And then at long last she even leaned down and kissed the head of my cock softly.

"I could worship your beautiful prick forever," she giggled.

I smiled down at her.  "I'd like that."

A moment later she took her hand off me.  "But I won't."

Groan!  "You're a tease," I told her, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

"No... I just don't want you cumming just yet."  Mary smiled up at me, resting her chin on my belly.  "Not until I've had another chance at you."

"Well, what are we waiting for?"  I took her arm and tried to coax her up and onto me, but she pulled away playfully.

"Later!" Mary giggled.  "We have all day for that."

She slipped out of bed, though as she rose I managed to lean over and plant one last kiss on the pale swell of her bottom.  I didn't want her to leave me.  I wanted her to stay with me here in bed, all morning or even all day.  I would bring her breakfast in bed, and lunch, and anything else she needed.  This I told her, but she only smiled and a moment later was gone from the room, still naked, her footsteps padding down the hallway.

*    *    *

For a long time I lay alone in bed.  I was stiffly erect and I missed Mary's closeness something terrible.  I felt as if I couldn't stand to be apart from her, not even for a moment.  It was almost frightening.  Two days ago my infatuation with her had been just that... an infatuation borne in our youth and for years deeply buried.  Now, though, what I felt for Mary wasn't infatuation, or even lust.  It was love.  I knew that now, without question.  It was a sobering thought, and one which I soon forced myself to turn away from.

My thoughts turned to Carol.  Beautiful, lust-inspiring Carol.  I smiled, thinking about her lying waiting in the guest bedroom.  She would surely be awake by now.  Had she made it through the night without breaking any of the strings, I wondered?  Or would she perhaps have earned herself a bit more time in the chastity belt?  I smiled, thinking of that possibility.  It would delight me like nothing else to have an excuse to keep her locked up for another day or two.  Or three.  Or...

I slipped out of bed and pulled my shorts on.  There were no secrets among us any more of course, no adolescent embarrassments, but I just felt strange about the thought of walking around their house naked.  I went to check on Carol.  In the hallway I paused, peering into the guest bedroom.  Carol was still in there.  I had hoped to find that she had broken some of the strings during the night.  But she hadn't.  She was still spread eagled on the bed, her arms and legs outstretched, the strings still tying her cuffs to the bedposts.  She was wide awake, too.

And not alone.

To my surprise Mary was in there with her.  She was kneeling beside the bed, leaning over and kissing Carol deeply.  It was a slow, tender kiss.  It was the unmistakable kiss of two intimate lovers.  I felt a sharp pang of jealousy to see it, and it took all of my effort not to steal into the room and interrupt them.

At long last Mary broke the kiss.  She didn't rise, though.  She remained kneeling there beside the bed, stroking Carol's hair softly, smiling down at her.  I could see that Carol's face was flushed, her eyes alive with love and locked on Mary's.  Neither of them had seen me.  As I remained in the doorway watching them, Carol began speaking to Mary.  No, not speaking... begging.  Quietly, desperately.

"Please Mary... please, let me out of this belt!"

From where I stood I could see my sister smile.  "Sorry, honey... Brian has the key."

"Mary, please!  I'll do anything for you!"

Mary stroked her lover's hair, smiling down at her.  "You'll do anything for me anyway, Carol, won't you?  And for my brother..."

"Yes, I will," Carol nodded.  "But please, just let me out of this belt!  I need to cum, Mary.  Desperately!"

Mary laughed, a sweet, loving laugh.  "So do I, Carol.  So do I..."

As I watched with surprise, my sister moved up onto the bed and straddled her lover.  She turned so she faced Carol's feet and then backed up onto her face, planting her crotch squarely on Carol's mouth.

"Lick me, Carol."  My sister's voice was husky and excited.  "Make me cum..."

"Mmmph!"  Carol's muffled grunt was unintelligible, but from the look in Mary's eyes it was obvious that she began licking.  I was shocked, and stiffly aroused.  Mary had already cum twice on my tongue this morning, and yet she needed another?  What on earth had I awoken in her?

"Ohhh, that feels good..." sighed Mary.  She shifted a bit, and now I could see Carol's lips and tongue working feverishly between my sister's thighs.  Maybe she thought that if she made Mary cum, she'd get a chance herself.  Or maybe, I thought with a sudden pang of jealousy, she was just doing what was natural... pleasing her lover.

As Mary squirmed atop Carol's face she looked up and saw me in the doorway.  She hesitated, her face flushed.  She looked to me more beautiful and arousing than ever, perched there atop her lover's face.  Mary smiled and blew me a kiss, and then she raised her eyebrows in question, as if to inquire whether what she was doing was okay.  I smiled and nodded.

"Harder, Carol!" Mary hissed.  "Dig your tongue in deeper!  Lick my cunt like you always make me do it!"

Between my sister's thighs I saw Carol redouble her efforts with her tongue and lips.  Mary gasped and placed her hands on Carol's breasts, steadying herself.  Her neck and chest were flushed now, her excitement obvious.

"Just like that!" Mary gasped.  She began pinching and pulling Carol's defenseless nipples.  "Harder!"

Carol grunted between my sister's thighs and began squirming, no doubt trying to dissuade Mary from pinching her.  But my sister was lost in her own little world.  She pinched Carol's nipples still harder, and then as she began whimpering, close to orgasm, she leaned forward and placed her hands on Carol's thighs, digging her fingernails in.

"Owww!" came Carol's muffled protest.  But my sister wasn't listening.  She dug her fingernails in harder still and now Carol jerked in pain, suddenly breaking the strings that bound her wrist and ankle cuffs to the bed posts.

"Oh God, Carol," Mary gasped, "I'm going to cum!"

And a moment later she did, trembling with delight, arching her back and moaning as she clenched on Carol's face.  It was a deep orgasm, her eyes closed tightly and seeming oblivious to anything but the feelings washing over her.  Shuddering.  Whimpering.  Carol and I were forgotten.  In her passion Mary dug her fingernails harder still into Carol's thighs, drawing from her lover a pained, muffled protest.  But Mary was in her own world now, and beyond caring, or perhaps even hearing.

Finally Mary shuddered and slumped down beside Carol, lying with her head toward the foot of the bed, beside her lover's hips.  Carol leaned forward to kiss my sister's belly, and in that moment she noticed me in the doorway.

"Brian!"

Without a word I came into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed.  Mary smiled up at me dreamily as she lay beside her lover... whose face now clouded with concern.

"I... I couldn't help it," Carol said softly, her wrists and ankles free and the broken strings lying askew.  "It was Mary's fault.  She made me."

I hushed her with a finger on her lips.  "I know... but I'll still have to punish you, of course."

Carol pursed her lips.  I couldn't tell if she looked disappointed or eagerly expectant.  My gaze drifted downward, playing over her exquisite nakedness.  In her excitement Mary had dug her fingernails into Carol's legs so hard that she'd left little red scratches.  Now I ran my fingers over the marks in awe, my cock stiffening to see Carol's pale skin marred by my sister's passion.  A passion that, apparently, I had unleashed.

I leaned down and kissed Mary.  "Wow, sis... three orgasms and it's not even nine in the morning."

Mary smiled up at me but said nothing.  She looked flushed and content.  She lay beside her lover, gently stroking the outline of Carol's chastity belt.  Not talking, just stroking, and touching, and exploring.  Tracing the front panel of the chastity belt where it dipped down between Carol's thighs, so secure and unyielding.

"Like it?" I asked.

"Mmm hmm.  But I don't think she does."

"No," I chuckled.  "I don't suppose she does."

I leaned over and stared down at Carol.  Her cheeks were flushed, her lips and nose and chin glistening with my sister's juices, her lovely breasts rising and falling with her breathing.  She stared up at me wide eyed.  Gone was the defiance of yesterday, the amusement, and deviousness.  Now she just looked obedient... and horny.

I was in no hurry to help her with that.  Later perhaps, but not now.  Now I lay down beside Carol and placed my hand on her stomach, just above where my sister's rested.  Together we stroked Carol's silky smooth skin.  I looked across at Mary and our eyes met, and we shared a smile.  I knew exactly what she was thinking.  I didn't ever want this to end.