By sub01

I had Carol serve Mary and I breakfast downstairs.  I allowed her to wear a little white apron as she cooked, but nothing more.  How delightful a sight she made going about serving us wearing only her little apron, her lovely bare breasts swaying free and unfettered for the apron bunched between them and wouldn't cover a whit, her cheeks rosy and her bare bottom even more so.  The flush from the paddling was lingering far longer than I would have hoped.  It made for quite a nice view as Mary and I ate.

So nice a view, in fact, that when Carol wasn't attending to us I made her stand facing away, just so I could enjoy the sight of her bottom and slender, bare backside.  Hands at her sides, feet together, posture perfect.  I hardly had to coax her at all.  It was as if she knew, probably from her making Mary perform in a similar manner.  Only this time Mary got to sit and enjoy the same view I did.

And Mary did enjoy.  Her gaze was on Carol's bottom as much as mine was, perhaps even more.  I could tell she was intoxicated by the sight of her lover's reddened bottom.  I was too.  But soon my satisfaction with merely seeing Carol's bottom waned.  I wanted to see all of her, sans the chastity belt.

"Go upstairs and bring me down a pair of handcuffs," I told Carol.

This time I didn't have to prompt her.  She went obediently to her knees and crawled.  I watched her all the way to the stairs and all the way up, unable to look away from the gentle, inviting sway of her bare, paddle-reddened bottom.  Her cheeks tensed and flexed, the chastity belt but a thin strip of leather between them.  Parting them just as my cock might...

When Carol was gone I turned back to Mary.  She was still staring after Carol, her cheeks flushed, her eyes hungry.  She blushed when she saw me looking at her.  God, she looked so beautiful.

"I can't believe she's doing all this for you, Brian."

"For us."

Mary smiled.  "No Brian, for you.  She's doing everything for you."  She watched me for a moment, her smile widening.  "We both are."

    I was about to say something when Carol came crawling back downstairs.  Her breasts swayed freely and her cheeks were flushed, though with embarrassment or the exertion of crawling I couldn't tell.  Between her teeth she carried a pair of gleaming, leather lined handcuffs.  I let her come to me without saying a word, and let her wait there for a long moment, staring up at me, before I took the cuffs from her.

"Turn around."

Carol turned away from me on her knees, at the same time placing her hands behind her back.  I didn't even have to tell her.  To see her like that, so willing and submissive, made me swell with excitement.  I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the top of her head, kissing her softly, enjoying her sweet, fresh scent.

"You're a natural at this, Carol," I whispered.  "I should have done this a long time ago."

The handcuffs were cold, gleaming steel, with a supple lining of leather to protect delicate wrists... like Carol's, around which I now placed the cuffs and fastened them snuggly.    I tested them and smiled.  Perfect.

I left Mary and Carol alone for just a moment as I hurried upstairs and retrieved from its hiding place the key to Carol's chastity belt.  When I returned to the kitchen I found Mary kneeling beside Carol and kissing her deeply.  And, I saw with delight, pinching her defenseless nipples.  Mary saw me standing in the doorway and pulled away from her lover, blushing.

"Okay you little slut," I addressed Carol.  "On your feet."  I helped her up and checked her handcuffs again for good measure – still locked delightfully snugly around her wrists – and only then did I unlock her chastity belt and let her out of it.  She'd been in it for more than twelve hours now, and as the snug leather crotch slipped free she sighed contentedly.

"Horny?" I asked.  Carol pursed her lips and wouldn't admit it, but the gleam in her eyes and the flush in her cheeks betrayed her.  As she stood before me I slipped my hand down between her legs and inserted a finger up inside her tightness.  I smiled.  Not only was she wet, she was soaking wet.

"Your body betrays you, my little slut."  I finger fucked Carol for a moment, enjoying how snugly her cunt clutched at my finger, how she breathed deeply and moved her hips just a little as if trying to coax my finger deeper.  She wanted more.  And so, after a moment longer, I pulled my finger out of her.

"Oh Brian, please!"

"Please what?"

"Please Brian, I'm so close!"

I smiled.  "I know you are."  I brought my finger to her lovely lips.  She balked for a moment, but I was insistent and in the end she reluctantly licked my finger clean of her juices.

"Maybe later I'll let you do the same for my cock," I told her.  But not now.  Now I bade her to stand facing the kitchen table and spread her legs wide, and to arch her back a bit so her lovely, luscious breasts swelled out still further.  I wanted to enjoy her while I ate.  When I was happy with the sight Carol presented, I rejoined Mary at the table and took up my breakfast again.

I finished eating before Mary.  As hungry as I'd been, Mary seemed twice so.  She ate voraciously.  Not one to sit idle, and certainly not while in the company of two such beautiful ladies, I pushed my chair back from the table and beckoned Carol to my side.

"Are you still horny?" I asked her.

This time she didn't hesitate to answer.  "Yes sir, very."

I smiled.  Of course she was.  "Well, hop on up here then."

I'd wanted all morning to feel her on my cock.  Now Carol obediently straddled my lap, her movements awkward and ungainly with her wrists were still cuffed behind her back.  To make matters worse she had to rise nearly on tiptoe to clear my stiff erection, which I held pointed straight up.  I could have made it easier for her of course, but I liked seeing her work at it.  It took her a moment but finally she managed to position herself.

"May I?" she asked softly, hopefully, as she stood perched atop my penis.

"Of course," I smiled.  "Please, be my guest."

Carol settled down on my lap, her soft, velvety tightness enveloping me.  I felt a sudden strange flush of guilt, like somehow I was cheating on Mary even though she was sitting right there across the table.  But a moment later the feeling passed as Carol's weight settled on my lap, her oh-so-soft thighs touching mine, her luscious breasts flattening against my chest as she leaned against me to steady herself.

"Ohhh..."

At first I thought it me moaning, but it wasn't.  It was Carol.

"Feel good?"

Carol nodded.  She began rocking on me ever so gently, her thighs tensing against mine.  It was an awkward position for a fuck, especially with her wrists cuffed behind her back.  I didn't help her, didn't guide her, just let her move at her own pace.  It was slow at first, but as the flush rose in her cheeks she began rocking on me faster, fucking me in earnest.  She clenched on me rhythmically, as if milking my cock with her tightness.  But she wasn't.  She was clenching her thighs and trying to bring herself off.

I slipped my hands down to Carol's bottom, following her rocking motions.  The gentle valley beckoned between.  I slipped my fingers between her bottom cheeks, searching there and finding her tight, untried pucker.  Carol tensed on my lap.  As I teased little circles around her pucker she moaned incoherently.  Begging me not to touch her there, perhaps?  Or wanting to fuck me faster?  Or...?

Whatever it was, I teased her a moment longer and then moved my hands back up to her hips, slowing her movements.  I was close to cumming.  Terribly close.  Carol's tightness was so exquisite, so lush and warm.  Just being inside her was incredible.  I shuddered to think that I could have her like this from now on, any time I wanted.

"I can, can't I?" I teased Carol.

She nodded.  "Yes Brian, any time."  Her cheeks were flushed, her expression pained.  "Oh please Brian, could you touch my clit?  Please?  I'm so close..."

I didn't touch her.  She hadn't earned that yet.  Besides, I liked seeing (and feeling) her labor in vain.  As she tightened and clenched and rocked on me I glanced over to Mary.

Jealousy is a beautiful thing.  At least, it was in this case.  I could see in Mary's eyes her growing envy as she watched Carol ride me.  Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes alive with arousal.  From time to time she licked her lips self consciously.  I could tell: she wanted to take Carol's place.

But I was in no hurry to finish with Carol.  I paced myself, and her as well by holding her hips and slowing her when she moved too quickly.  In her exquisite tightness I was only a thrust or two away from flooding her, and yet I held back.  I wanted to enjoy her, yes, but I didn't want to finish inside her.  Not yet.  So I guided her to move on me slowly, which she groaned and did so reluctantly.  Only when I was sure I could do so without loosing control did I hug Carol tighter and thrust eagerly up into her tightness, pressing my lips to hers in a deep kiss.

I was well into the throes of passion when suddenly Carol tensed in my arms and cried out, her lips jerking rudely from mine.  In the haze of our passion I hadn't noticed Mary come around the table.  Now she was standing beside us holding Carol's pretty blonde hair clutched in her fist, pulling her lover's head back roughly.

"Alright you slut, that's enough... it's my turn now.  Get your cunt off my brother's prick!"

Carol let out a squeal of protest as Mary pulled her back by her hair, unseating her from my lap.  I shuddered and gasped as Carol's tightness slipped from my erection.  Oh god, it took all my self control not to cum!

Carol was clearly frustrated at being pulled off before she'd reached her climax.  "Mary wait!  Please!  I'm so close!"

"No, you've had your turn.  Now get back down on your knees and watch what a good little girl gets."

With a smile Mary straddled my lap, steadying herself with her hands on my shoulders.  Her bare breasts swayed enticingly, brushing my chest.  Her eyes glinted mischievously.  She licked her lips, inspiring in me a shudder of excitement.  And then she was on me, and around me, sinking slowly down onto my stiff erection. 

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

Mary felt somehow different than Carol had.  It was an indefinable difference, not tighter, not softer, not anything.  Just different.  Good different.  More intimate.  More loving.  She kept her eyes on mine as she gyrated her hips slowly, massaging me with her pussy, clenching on me and at the same time leaning forward and kissing me.  Her mouth was so warm and luscious, her lips so soft and tantalizing, her breasts so soft as they flattened against my chest.  She lifted her feet so her full weight was on my lap and began fucking me slowly.  I groaned and whispered in her ear.

"Don't you dare make me cum, Mary."

It would have been easy for her to do, but I didn't want to.  Not yet.  I wanted to enjoy her tightness and her passion and her love.  And I wasn't quite done yet with Carol.  Carol, who I now noticed was kneeling obediently nearby on the kitchen floor, watching us jealously.  She hadn't gotten to finish atop me.

But Mary was going to finish.  That much was clear.  She was fucking me faster now, grinding against my lap, her lips eager as she kissed me all over.  My lips, my cheeks, my chin, my neck.  She buried her face in my neck and bit me there gently, again and again.

"Mary!  Oh god Mary, don't make me cum!"  The tease!  She was going to make me cum!  I reached around and put my hands on her bottom, slowing her rhythm.  I paced her slowly for a moment, guiding her, trying desperately to regain my self-control.  I managed, but just barely.

Mary didn't say anything.  She kept her face in my neck, kissing me as she rocked gently atop me.  Her hair was in my face, so silky smooth and so fragrant from her shower.  I inhaled deeply, stiffening inside her tightness just to smell her sweet scent, and to feel her plump bottom in my hands.  I ventured deeper between her bottom cheeks with my fingers, touching the tight pucker of her anus.  As Mary shuddered in my arms I stroked her gently there, exploring but not penetrating, imaging other men having had her there where she felt so tight and reluctant.  Even now I could feel her stiffen in my arms as I tickled her little pucker.  I felt a sudden flush of jealousy, that there should be men out there (How many?  One?  Two?  A dozen?) who knew my sister intimately here, in her tightest hole.

Soon Mary slipped her hands down between our bodies, feeling between her legs, groaning as she began stroking herself in time to her rocking.  She was going to cum.

"Mary, wait--!"

But she didn't let me finish my thought.  She pressed her lips to mine, silencing my words, groaning and clutching me as she shuddered and tightened on my cock.  She was cumming.  And at this moment I was faintly aware of Carol crawling over and kneeling behind Mary, pressing her lips to my sister's bottom.  Kissing her there, and – dear god! – nipping at her bottom gently with her teeth.  I could tell this by Mary's tell tale grimace and the helpless expression on her face as she was wracked by an orgasm heightened suddenly by her lover's gentle bites on her bottom.  I couldn't help myself.  I was in a perfect position with Mary sitting shuddering on my lap.  Following Carol's lead, I leaned forward and bit Mary's nipple gently.  And then not so gently.

"Brian!  Ow!  Oh my god, Brian!  Oh fuck!"

I bit Mary again and again, first one tender nipple and then her other, hard enough that she clenched on me still tighter as she shuddered in orgasm.  It took all my effort not to succumb to her exquisite tightness.  I grit my teeth and hugged her tightly, more to stop her from moving on me than anything.  But I didn't stop biting her nipples.

It seemed an exquisite eternity that Mary clenched on me in orgasm.  Finally her tightness eased and she sagged against me, her breathing ragged, her lips soft and eager as she kissed me over and over again.

"Oh my GOD Brian, that was so fucking nice!"

I smiled and bit her nipple again, making her quiver.  It had definitely been nice.  Almost too nice.  It had taken all my desperate resolve not to cum.  Now I held her close and enjoyed her slow movements, how she trembled in my arms and on my cock, how she paused and just sat still from time to time, as if enjoying just feeling me inside her.  I let her stay like that until her movements threatened to draw my passion forth no matter how gently she rocked on me, and then I finally pushed her away.

Mary rose off my cock reluctantly.  As I slipped from her tightness she tightened on me one last time, and in that final, fleeting moment I nearly lost control.  I didn't, but just barely.

"You little tease!" I gasped.

Mary giggled and straightened up.  Her cheeks and chest were flushed, her eyes alive with arousal, her pussy lips glistening from her juices and pouting open ever so slightly from our fuck.  Just looking at her made me almost reconsider not finishing inside her.  Almost.

I allowed myself a moment to regain my self control.  Carol had been watching us enviously, waiting patiently nearby.  Now she moved forward between my legs and kissed the underside of my erection as it lay against my belly.

"Please Brian, would you fuck me some more?  Please?  I'm so close..."

I chuckled.  Carol was becoming such a shameless slut.  "Maybe later," I told her with a smile.  "Right now I want you to go upstairs and wait for us."  I stroked her silky blonde hair, gazing down into her lovely eyes.  "We'll be up in five minutes, Carol.  I want to find you kneeling by the bed waiting for me."

Carol pouted for a moment.  But she didn't protest, and she didn't hesitate.  She didn't say but a word.  She crawled.  I watched her go, and when we were alone again I turned back to Mary, gesturing for her to join me.  I coaxed her to sit on my lap and kissed her deeply, slipping my arm around her waist.  Holding her close to me, her body so warm and vibrant.  She squirmed gently against my erection.

"Want me to finish you off, sweetie?"

I groaned.  I did, but not yet.  Right now I just wanted to enjoy having her in my arms, and feeling her soft breasts against my chest, and smelling her sweet fragrance.  I was beginning to know her scents.  Of her freshness, of her recent passion... of her arousal.  I kissed the base of her neck, inhaling deeply.  There was another faint smell there: that of her leather collar.  I touched it gently, tracing where it encircled her neck so snugly.  It was a powerful feeling, knowing that Mary was wearing it for me.

"Like it?"

"I love it," I said softly.

Mary snuggled against me.  "Me too."

I let my fingers drift lower, down her front side, past her naked breasts and over the gentle swell of her belly to where her little charm hung from her naval piercing.  I turned the little charm over in my fingers, feeling a twinge of jealousy.  Carol's Pet.  Mary might be wearing the collar for me, but she was still marked for Carol.

Mary must have noticed my wistfulness, for she coaxed me to look up and kissed me gently.  "Carol's waiting for you," she reminded me.

"Let her wait."  I didn't want to part from Mary just yet.  I hugged her tighter and kissed her again, and this time she slipped her arm around my neck and sank into the kiss with a contented sigh.  She felt so warm and vibrant in my arms, so soft, so much like the Mary I remembered from years ago.  So unlike the Mary I'd come to find only two days ago.  I couldn't help but wonder what would happen after I left.  When all was said and done, I was going home and she was staying here with Carol.  Carol, who was waiting for us upstairs, kneeling in the bedroom...

The thought of Carol was too much.  It was time to cement her new position, and take from her as she'd taken from Mary.  With a final kiss I coaxed Mary off my lap and rose.  She started to kneel but I stopped her.  Instead I took her hand in mine, and with a smile I led her for the stairs.