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Subject: Siblings Trio by Methuselah
Author: Methuselah
Keywords: mff inc
This probably won't make much sense unless you read my "Sibling
Revelry", "Siblings Reunited" and "Siblings Revisited" first, although
you're welcome to try.
   My little sister and I had had great success in inviting her
schoolfriend to join us in our little games, more than even she expected,
given that it was her plan.  Over the next few days, she was an invisible
spectator at our antics, which made them all the more exciting.  We were
particularly inspired by the Polaroid of myself inserted in Jane's cunny,
taken by Rachel at our request.  She had been worried that I might be
jealous.  As soon as we had time together after our little "menage a trois"
she interrogated me.  "You don't mind sharing me with Rachel, do you,
Adam?"
   "No, love, I enjoyed it".  I did.  I came four times, which is
impressive, even for a fourteen year old.  I hugged her close, as we stood
in the lounge in our school uniforms.  Well, we'd taken off our blazers
and, being summer, we were allowed to do without sweaters.
   "I noticed", she giggled against me and, more seriously , asked.  "You
don't mind if Rachel and I do it together, love?  I mean, just us...  We
will do it all three together again; there's something you've got to teach
her.  It'd be nice, sort of, to do it, just the two of us...  I still want
to do it with you, so don't be jealous."
   For a twelve year old who'd being having full-on sex with me for a full
five years, Jane was uncharacteristically embarrassed and tongue-tied.
   "No, Jane love, don't panic.  I'm more than happy for you to have
private time with your schoolfriend; I never expected to be involved in the
first place.  You go for it and you can tell me about it afterwards." I
grinned.
   "Adam!  That's private!" She thought for a moment.  "Mind you, I will
tell you if it makes you sexier." She could feel my erection pushing into
to her through uniform skirt and knickers.
   "It does, love,as you can feel." I squeezed her bum, bringing her closer
up to me.  "And we really must do it all together again at least once.  I'm
looking forward to teaching her to swallow.  Mind you, I suppose you're the
real expert..."
   She was getting into it now and rubbing her delightful little self into
me.  Two half-oranges were poking into my midriff and a flat tummy was
putting exquisite pressure on my willy.  "I suppose I am.  You should know
after all, big brother." My left hand was now hauling up her skirt and my
right was wriggling its way round with evil intent.  "But I don't remember
saying anything about swallowing.  She might not like it and spit it out."
   "Into your mouth like you did to her?" I enquired, as my hand worked its
way up under her lengthy blue serge skirt and down the front of her school
knickers.  (These were designed to be boy-proof and the long legs with
their elastic made them impregnable from below.  However, with the
cooperation of the inhabitant, they could be breached from above)
   "Mm.  I just might like that, Yes, that's good, Adam.  Make me come and
I'll do you."
   My leading fingers had met their warm, damp, silky objective and I could
feel her blonde kitty-fur on my palm.  (No, I couldn't feel it was blonde;
I'd been there before.  Do keep up!) I had to be quick before either her
knicker elastic or my circulation gave up, but that didn't feel like being
a problem.  Jane's breath was coming in short pants* as I stroked her
tickle bump and the top of her cunny vigorously with those two fingers. 
She buried her head in my chest and murmured "Lovely, oh lovely, Adam!" as
her thighs closed and a toothless mouth tried to bite off my fingers. 
"Your turn in a moment."
   * Obvious joke omitted
   After a moment, she released my hand and backed off.  After patting down
her skirt she looked perfectly decent if one ignored the disarranged hair,
scarlet features and rapid breathing.  I celebrated the safe return of my
fingers by licking them clean to taste my little sister's lovely flavour.
   "Now, if we're going to teach Rachel how to swallow, I think we should
really get in some practice, don't you think?" She dropped to her knees in
front of me.  "Now, if I can just work out how to open this..."
   (Not as easy as now with stud fittings and zip flies.  You'd almost
think that boy's flies were designed to be difficult for girls to open!)
   Fortunately, Jane had more than a little experience, if only with me. 
The fly was unbuttoned, the underpants negotiated, and the beast released.
She kissed the tip and looked up.  "This is the real test.  If I spill any,
it'll get on my school uniform!"
   It clicked as to why she'd never done this before in uniform.  (Yes, of
course I was slow - I was a teenage boy.) It made it extra exciting and
there was an awful temptation to pull out at the last minute and splooge
her school uniform.  She took him her mouth, licked under the tip and
commenced to suck.  She added the stroking of her right hand and I realised
this was going to be a quickie.  Still stroking, she lifted her mouth off
me and whispered "Tell me when you're coming, love,"
   Another precaution; normally she was ready for me to come when and
where, as it happened.  With my arousal and the full-on wanking that wasn't
going to be long, and at the last minute it occurred to me that we hadn't
made it last night and I hadn't even done it myself.  Too late.  "Here it
comes, love.  Yes, take it, Jane!" She closed her lips around me, bringing
up her left hand as a long stop, but still stroking with her right.
   I came like a volcano and watched her swallow each spurt as it arrived.
No displaying my come in her mouth today!  As the flood diminished to a
trickle, she sucked out the last drops like an industrial vacuum cleaner,
checked her left hand and her uniform, then looked up at me.  I genuinely
thought I was going to get a bollocking, and was acutely aware of my
vulnerable position.  Instead, she smiled at me and said "Look, I got it
ALL!" Isn't that good?"
   "Well done, love, that was amazing!" Come to think of it, or to think of
come, it felt pretty good too.
   "There was an awful lot, though.  Did you know there'd be that much?"
   "Only at the very last minute, and I really didn't want to put you off.
Can you imagine if you'd pulled off me to ask how much?"
   "Ugh, messy!  Was it good for you?"
   "Great!  Sort of a quickie with an edge.  I probably shouldn't tell you
this, but for a moment I was tempted to pull out and shoot all over your
school uniform."
   "Adam, that's awful.  I'd have been in a real mess.  I mean I'd have
been in real trouble."
   "Both, really.  But I didn't, did I?"
   "Hmm.  I spose so..."
   I got my training in women early.  I wasn't in trouble for what I did
and was in trouble for what I didn't; that wasn't going to change in the
next forty years or so...
   "Sorry, love." (See, the training was working) "Come up and be hugged."
I offered her my left hand to lift her up by her come-stained right (subtle
or what?)
   "No, the other one, I think." she said, licking that hand clean, not
without a degree of pleasure.  "But put him away first.  I didn't swallow
all that so he could drip on my school things "
   Actually, she'd sucked him dry, but I took her point.  I neatly tucked
him away, and helped her to her feet.  We hugged, and she whispered "I was
good, wasn't I?  There was gallons of it and I didn't a spill a drop.  Do
you think Rachel could do that?"
   I put on an expression of Deep Thought.  "Not, I think, without a LOT of
training.  Are we ready to put in the effort required?"
   Jane giggled, and we hugged and kissed.  We'd made up.  "Your bedroom
now, big brother?  Get out of our school clothes into something more
comfortable?"
   I had a pretty good idea as to what "more comfortable" might be and, as
it turned out, was wrong.  I was right about one thing, though.  I reckoned
we'd made up enough for me to broach the idea of more "birthday treats". 
As we were at the doors of our respective rooms, I asked "We really enjoyed
our birthday treats, didn't we?"
   Jane nodded her approval but awaited the suggestion that was bound to
follow.  "I mean a year is far too long to wait, isn't it?"
   "She nodded again.
   "So how about every month, on the day of our birthdays?  That'd be a
fortnight apart.  Does that seem fair?"
   "Sounds good to me.  Yours will be next in a week's time."
   "Great, I'll start thinking about it."
   As far as I could see, she hadn't guessed the thought that had led me to
ask, but who could read women, let alone little sisters?
   "Now, would you like to watch me undress?  We haven't done that in a
while."
   To explain.  Jane never undressed in my room, especially from her school
clothes.  We tended to fling things about in my room and Jane's school
knickers under my bed would invite disaster.  However, she was being very
cheeky indeed.  She knew that I'd watched her undress, and a lot more, with
her classmate just yesterday, through her keyhole, and spurted over the
door and carpet in the process.  I decided to play along.  "Yes, Jane, I'd
like that."
   She stood in her room exactly where she had then, and stripped slowly
and teasingly.  When she reached her plain cotton brassiere, she stopped
for moment.  "You still like my breasts?  They're not as big as Rachel's".
   "They're perfect, love."
   "Would you like to see them?"
   I nodded, and she turned away undid the clasp, and let the garment all
away.  She turned back to me and fondled them in her hands.  They were
gorgeous and felt my cock rising and trying to make room for itself in my
underpants.  I tried to make it comfortable and she giggled "Do stop
fiddling with yourself.  Right, if you've stopped fidgeting, I'll carry
on."
   Her hand crawled down under the elastic into those formidable
bottle-green knickers, rummaged about and came out with glistening fingers.
She took her left nipple between two fingers and started rolling it.  I
knew she could make herself come like this - it was one of the first tricks
we learned, but this was for my benefit.  She grinned at me and then,
two-handed, rolled the knickers down an inch.  A pause and then another
inch.  "Like that, big brother?"
   She knew I did.  She knew the sight of it had made me come spontaneously
on another occasion, but I was under control - just.  Jane rolled the
knickers down over her hips and let them fall to the floor.  Her still
sparse golden fleece was damp with her arousal, but hardly concealed her
beautiful pink cunny.  Just to be sure, though, she held herself open with
one hand to reveal her inner secrets then touched her most sensitive spot
with just the tip of her right forefinger.  "You like, Adam?"
   I did, but I was still holding on.  I nodded grimly.
   "All right, Adam, I'll come to your room in just a minute." She blew me
a kiss.
   This was more like Standard Operating Procedure.  I went to my room and
stripped of those agonising clothes and tried to think unerotic thoughts;
sprouts were always a favourite.  For once it was only a minute rather than
a Female Minute.  As I stood facing the door, my sister came in and stood
before me in her dressing gown.  It didn't register that it was more
tightly belted than usual; I was expecting her to reveal her naked self and
my right hand was already cupped to fit her mound.  Instead, she stepped
back, turned round, untied the gown and let it fall to reveal the rear view
of those minimal lime green knickers she'd worn to seduce Rachel.  She bent
forward and wiggled her bottom at me, then straightened and turned to face
me.  "These are nicer, aren't they, big brother?  Would you like to feel
how nice they are?"
   I would and I did.  She stepped forward and snuggled up to me while I
stroked her buns through the sheer nylon.  Then she stepped back while I
did the same to her pussy, running two fingers up and down her cleft.  I.
was about to slip them inside, but she stepped back.  "Would you like to
wank off on them, love?  Front or back?"
   "F front please" I stuttered.
   "Come on then..."
   She rubbed herself up against me and stroked my balls with her right
hand, while the other went inside those lovely knickers to hold her cunny
open, I tried to make it last, but it was hopeless.  After maybe six
strokes, I spurted over the front of that little scrap of material and it
ran down her crotch and the insides of her legs.  She let go of me and took
a dollop of my come from her knickers to her mouth.  "Mm.  Nice.  My turn
now."
   So saying, she put that hand back on the crotch of her knickers and,
with her cunny still held open, began to caress herself with two fingers,
pushing the sodden material right into her cleft.  Her wank lasted little
longer than mine.  As she gasped out her pleasure, the garment was barely
visible; most of it seemed to be inside her.  I reached out to hold her up,
she looked about to collapse, and we hugged, then kissed deeply.  Breaking
off, she took one of those fingers in her mouth to enjoy and then offered
me the other to savour.
   She neatly doffed the knickers and put them under my pillow.  "They're
yours.  Put them somewhere safe and I'll wear them whenever you want. 
Let's lie down now."
   "Thank you, Jane.  That was amazing!" I said as we snuggled together.
   "Are you happy that I still love you, Adam."
   "I never doubted it, Jane." I hadn't, but it was more than nice to have
it proved like that.
   "Good.  If you're really lucky, you might get to do the same with
Rachel's new knickers.  Let's have a bit of a zizz."
   We did, but on the way an image of her schoolfriend in HER knickers
flashed across my mind.  I rather thought I might wank off over the back of
those, given the chance.
   Our playtime was definitely spiced up by our games with Rachel, even in
her absence.  If we never did it again, and I hoped we would, she'd changed
our love life forever.
   That, however, looked less likely a few days later, on the Friday, when
Jane still hadn't come home by six o'clock.  I was seriously considering
getting those knickers out of their hiding place and using Jane's aroma to
spark off a leisurely stroke with no problem finding somewhere to receive
my come.  In fact, I was on the way to their hiding place (no, I'm not
going to tell you where) when I heard a key in the lock.  Jane bounced in
looking flushed and very pleased with herself.  "You're a bit late, love.
Anything exciting to tell?" I had fair idea that she had.
   "Yes, Adam, as if you hadn't guessed."
   "Come and sit on my bed and tell me about it."
   She made herself comfortable and revealed all (verbally, that is)
   "Well I invited Rache back to play, but she had to be home by six, so
there wouldn't be time to come here and go home again." I resisted the
opportunity for a merry quip and she continued.  "So we stopped off at the
park, sat on a bench and chatted about what we did the other day.  We got
very hot, specially when we got to you coming all over her, so we played
with ourselves separately together, so to speak."
   "Wasn't that a bit obvious, though?  On a park bench in broad daylight?"
   I was thinking of the rigmarole I'd been through the other day, of
lifting up her voluminous skirt and infiltrating my hand under the
waistband of her school knickers.
   "Nor really; we used the plackets in our skirts."
   Plackets?  It made me think of the TV show "Call my Bluff".  Are
plackets?
   a) Chinese parcels, b) Devices for plucking guitar strings c) Small
commemorative slabs
   And why would she have any of those in her knickers?
   She could see my puzzlement.  "Plackets.  These.  See?"
   She showed me a vertical slit in her skirt which gave access to her
undergarment, presumably for some strange female purpose that men wot not
of.  "And you got your hands inside your knickers through there?" The
angles didn't look right to me.
   "No, silly" she confirmed "But we could do ourselves through the
material.  Neither of had done it quite like that before.  It takes longer,
of course, so we were a bit late.  It feels quite good, though; a bit
rough, but good."
   It clearly did.  She was doing it again.  "And we came together, which
was lovely!  I reckon we could get away with doing each other, if we took
turns." Her hand was moving quicker now.
   "Jane, can I asked you a special favour?"
   Her hand stopped for a moment.  "What's that, Adam?"
   "Well, I know it's two days early, but could I have my birthday present
now?"
   "I don't see why not; rather depends what it is..."
   "You'll probably say no, but I'd like to come all over you in your
school uniform like I didn't the other day".  Sharp intake of breath from
Jane.  "and then come all over you naked while you play with yourself."
   "You don't want much, do you?  Were you thinking that up while me and
Rache were playing?"
   "Yes, love.  I had to keep my mind occupied."
   "And your hands, probably." She waved away my attempts to protest my
innocence.  "Look, my blazer and skirt need to be dry cleaned, so that's
not on, but blouse and knickers go in the wash today, anyway.  Will that
do?"
   "That would be perfect.  And with you naked, after?"
   "Of course, but you might need some help second time round; or third, is
it?" she giggled.
   "Certainly not third!" I protested "I was waiting for you to come home;
possibly with Rachel..." I grinned.
   "Hmm.  I believe you.  Thousands wouldn't." How do you want this
disgusting orgy to start?" She was smiling, though.
   "If you take your skirt off and kneel down while I undress..."
   "I suppose it is your present, though." I started to strip for action.
"Hang on!"
   "Oh no", I thought.  She's changed her mind.
   "Would you like me to wear my tie?" Just like we boys, girls at posh
schools ripped off their ties as soon as beyond the range of school radar.
   "Won't it get messed up?"
   "No, it's easy to clean.  Anyway, it's had worse than that on it."
   "Really?", I thought.  I severely doubted it, but said nothing.
   Jane vanished into her room and came back, a couple of minutes later,
without blazer or skirt, but wearing the tie of a very prestigious local
girls' school, noted among the local yobbery for the unavailability of its
pupils.  By then, I was standing naked and eagerly facing the door.  My
little sister gave me a twirl, wiggling her green-clad bum at me, then
knelt at my feet.  "I suppose HE will be wanting some attention?", she
asked and, without waiting for an answer, took HIM in her mouth.
   I'd only half told the truth to Jane.  I had played with myself earlier,
but had denied myself a come; I had plenty in reserve.  She gave me a slow
and luxurious blow job, tongue and lips pleasuring me with all the
expertise of five incestuous years.  For once though, I gave her no
warning. I pulled out of her warm wetness and wanked my self off over her
face, neck, chest and tummy.  Her chin, blouse, tie and knickers were
spattered with my come, although the last-named were already damp from her
afternoon play, and from her fingers, which appeared to have crept into
them unheeded.  The sight was all I imagined; my shrinking willy was
already beginning to take heart.
   Jane licked around her mouth, then looked down at her school clothes. 
"Oo!  You really splooged me!  I've never seen you come so much!"
   I smiled modestly.  "It probably looks more than when it's in your
mouth."
   She wasn't convinced, and stood up to look in my full length wardrobe
mirror.  "No.  There's gallons of it.  Look, you even got it on my knees!
Looks really sexy...  Photo?"
   That hadn't occurred to me, but the camera was ready to hand.  (For my
models, OK?)
   "Did you get it?  Ugh, they're getting cold now; I'll put them in the
wash.  I don't know how you get your clothes so dirty, young lady!" This
last in a perfect take-off of mum's scolding; I suppose she'd heard it
often enough.
   The picture whirred damply out of the camera; slightly askew but well in
focus.  For obvious reasons, it didn't show Jane's face; the rest was all
there.  A large damp patch over her left breast showed the outline of a
nipple.  I hadn't realised that she'd removed her brassiere, a fact that I
was not about to advertise.
   "Let me see!  Don't hog the picture!" A naked sister thundered into my
room.  "Oo!  That IS sexy!  See my nipple?  Good thing I took my bra off.."
   "Thanks, love.  That was very kind of you.  Are you OK to start the
second half or do you need a break?" We football fans tend to think like
that, I'm afraid.
   "I thought YOU might need the break" that naked thunderer insinuated,
"but it doesn't look like it", she giggled, fondling the organ whose
stamina was being questioned.  "How do you want me?"
   "Er...  On your back on the floor, knees up, legs apart..." I wondered
if I was pushing my luck, but apparently Jane was into it now.
   "Like this?"
   "Perfect.  Now, if you can stroke yourself with two fingers so I can
still see your cunny?" Might as well go the whole hog.  "Beautiful!  Now
I'm going to wank off over..."
   "Just a moment!"
   Surely she couldn't have changed her mind now!  My balls would be aching
for a week!
   "Photo?  Before and after?"
   Brilliant idea, and the "before" was duly snapped.  My willy had relaxed
slightly while fiddling with the camera, and I had a moment of doubt.  Then
I looked down at my naked sister, fingers in her pussy and the other hand
fondling a sweet little breast, and he snapped back to attention.  I
stroked myself slowly, looking down at Jane over the helmet.  "Does it feel
good, love?"
   "Lovely, Adam, but I'm nearly there." I realised that she hadn't had a
come yet and had had a fair amount of foreplay.
   "Come if you want to."
   "No, I can hold it back.  Let me know when you're nearly there, and
we'll have it together."
   I hadn't realise how much of timing it right depended on body contact;
this was new territory.  I started wanking a bit faster and my darling
little sister smiled up at me, fingers moving slowly over herself.  Then it
happened, almost taking me by surprise.  "I'm coming Jane, I'm coming!"
   Her fingers went into top gear, with a surprising degree of force, as
she drove herself to climax, Her legs were scissoring open and shut as I
sprayed my offering over her body.  Not as much as before, but breasts,
tummy, pussy and legs all received their share.  A couple of adventurous
drops even reached her face, red with arousal and open-mouthed.  It was
more wonderful than I'd imagined.
   I didn't need to be asked.  The camera was out and shooting as soon as I
was steady enough to hold it.  Before even waiting to see the result, I was
on the floor hugging my damp little darling.  I lay on top of her, sharing
the wet spots I'd spattered over her.  "Love you, sister."
   She kissed me passionately, hugging my bottom.  "Love you too.  I had a
lovely come, but don't you think we'd be more comfy on the bed?"
   We were.
   The next day, Saturday, mum didn't leave us alone for five minutes.  I
guess she thought she was giving us "quality time".  In the end, I gave up
on hopes of even a brief fondle and, inventing some forgotten homework,
commenced detailing a Focke-Wulf 190.  I was excited when she announced
that she was going to the cinema, and less so when Jane flashed me our
private signal that her period had started.  Still, it turned out that
having my un-birthday present a day early had been a good move.
   When mum left the house, at least we had the chance to talk.  As well as
sharpening up our sex life, having a third wheel on our bicycle had got us
talking more.  "Sorry, Adam, I should have checked my diary."
   "Never mind, love.  At least I got my present early."
   "You seem to have enjoyed it too, love.  At least we can play while
mum's out."
   We did.  We fell back on a recourse from the early days.  She rubbed the
tip of my willy against a nipple and stroked him until I spurted over her
pretty little breast.  Then I rolled the come-soaked nipple between my
fingers until she shuddered and came.
   "Mm.  Nice.  Different from when you stroke my cunny, but still nice."
   "Glad to be of service.  It seems ages since we...  Well...  fucked."
   "It's OK to say it" my naughty little sister giggled "The last time we
Fucked was to entertain Rache." I could hear the capital F.  "Does it
bother you?"
   "Not really, but it'll be a few more days yet.  Are you missing it?"
   "A bit, but we went six months without before you helped get me on the
Pill."
   "Don't remind me.  I counted every day." I grinned.  "Never mind,
there's always Rache..."
   A sharp look, until Jane realised I was joking.  She grinned herself
"Not without me there, and anyway you can't."
   "She's a virgin?"
   "She is, but I'm sure we'll cure that one day.  No, she always comes on
at the same time as me, so she's unavailable."
   I wondered if that had anything to do with them having been close
friends for a long time, and maybe wanting to be more.  It's something I
didn't understand then and, quite honestly, baffles me now.
   Then the meaning of her first sentence hit me.  I stood openmouthed. 
"Do shut your mouth; you look like you're catching flies." she laughed. 
"Of course we will.  If she wants to, that is, and she probably will.  I'm
sure you do."
   I remembered to shut my mouth, which helped me to neither confirm nor
deny that hypothesis.  Neither road looked promising.  "Now, I'm going to
have a bath and wash this horrid stuff off my sweet innocent breasts." Her
protest might have had more force if she hasn't been massaging the "horrid
stuff" into those innocent breasts for at least five minutes and licking
her fingers with every sign of pleasure.  "You've still got my pretty
knickers, so you'll have something to play with.  As well as that little
thing, I mean."
   Unfair.  It wasn't erect but it wasn't that little.  Since she had me
bang to rights about the knickers, I decided not to argue.  "Shall we say
goodnight, then, love?"
   Jane leapt into my arms and we kissed at length.  Unwinding herself, she
said, "You mustn't mind my teasing, Adam love.  I do really love you.  Me
and Rache will arrange something special when we're fit for games.  You go
and enjoy my pretty little knickers."
   So I did.  It was good, but they weren't quite as much fun without their
occupant.
   As it happened, both girls were "fit for games" by Tuesday, but Thursday
was the earliest day we could arrange those games.  For once, I was
consulted in advance, which made a pleasant change.  When they arrived
straight from school, without any games on a convenient park bench, I was
waiting in the living room and there was a strange moment of embarrassment.
Although we'd had passionate sex only a few days ago, I had never really
spoken with Rachel, let alone got to know her.  I suppose if we'd ripped
our clothes off and made a dash for my bedroom there would have been no
awkwardness, but that train had departed.
   Several minutes passed in the kind of stilted conversation suffered with
distant relatives at those endless Christmas family do's.  I suppose that
is the price we pay for their awful presents.  Eventually Jane lost
patience.  "Let's start again.  Adam, this is Rachel.  Rachel, this is
Adam. Now, let's stop talking about the weather and get our clothes off and
play with each other's naughty bits before we all die of old age!"
   Sound advice, and that's what we did, if slightly more sensuously than
that.  The girls disappeared into Jane's room to divest themselves of their
school uniforms, and I disappeared into mine to do the same and wait for
them.  I sat naked on my bed, where I could hear them giggling through her
closed door.  It seemed like hours, but I'd plenty of experience of waiting
for females.  If I hadn't learnt patience, I had learnt the futility of
chivvying them, a valuable lesson for later life.
   When they did appear, they weren't, to my surprise, naked.  Rachel was
wearing those minimal pink knickers that I'd so admired last week.  Jane
was wearing the lime green ones that I could have sworn were stashed away,
stained with my come, in a hiding place known only to me.  They were in
pristine condition, except for the tiniest damp spot at the crotch,
probably associated with the giggling I'd heard from my little sister's
room.  None of Rachel's ample bush was showing, despite the lack of cover
provided by her knickers, so I guessed that she'd got the scissors out.
   As they posed in their scanties, I realised that something new was
happening.  In the past, Jane and I had stripped off and got straight down
to fondling each other's interesting parts.  Since my birthday present with
her pretty ickle undies, and my splooging of her school uniform, suddenly
clothes were part of the game.  I could spell "eroticism", I was clever
like that, but for the first time I had some inkling of what it might mean.
   On their part, they were definitely posing.  Both were giving me a
three-quarter view and pushing forward their crotches to let me admire
their pleasant parts, so lightly covered by that delicate underwear.  Where
they learnt it I can't imagine; there was no such thing as a "pop video" in
those days.
   Their attention was fixed, not on my willy, although that was well worth
a look in its current state, but on my eyes as I ogled their nether
regions.
   The indent of each slit was clearly visible and both were showing a damp
spot now.  Rachel's dark bush was no longer peeking out above and below, as
it had when those knickers were newly bought, and I guessed that she'd done
some scissor work.
   Temporarily sated with looking downwards, I raised my eyes unto the
hills.  My little sister's hillocks were as lovely as ever, with her pink
excited nipples, and her school friend's lush rolling hills provided a
thrilling contrast, with their dark conical tips.  The girls noticed my
change of ogle and cupped their breasts with both hands, pushing them up
for maximum effect, spectacularly so In Rachel's case.  Even in my state of
arousal, I made a mental note to ask my sister where they got those poses.
   "Do we look nice, Adam?" My sister broke into my reverie.
   "L...  lovely, dear..."
   Rachel looked surprised at my choice of language but said nothing.
   "Do you like these?", Jane asked, stroking herself through her sheer
knickers.  "The knickers I mean..." She giggled as Rachel followed suit.
   "I think they're both beautiful.  I mean they're all..."
   They were both giggling now, and sheer nylon was being rubbed into eager
cunny at both extremities of my vision.  There was an increasing aroma of
excited girl in my room.
   "They feel nice, too." Rachel piped up.
   "All of them." Jane added, to renewed merriment.  "Do you want to try,
love?", in a gentler voice.
   I took a couple of steps forward and, as the girls ceased fondling
theirselves, cupped a lightly-clad mound in each hand.  Both were well damp
by now and my fingers found their way into each slit to feel an aroused
tickle bump at the top.
   I looked up to ask permission to go further "Can I...", but was cut
short at the sight of the school friends squeezing each other's breasts.
   "Do you like watching us?  Would you like to play with yourself while
you watch?"
   Jane knew perfectly well the answer to both questions.  She knew that
I'd done just that when her friend was last here but, as far as I knew,
Rachel didn't.  "He w...  what?"
   "Yes, come on, Rache, let's do It on the bed."
   Rache was sufficiently aroused not to complain at the proposal and made
as if to remove her only garment.
   "No, Rache, keep them on.  He likes then, don't you, big brother?"
   I was quite incapable of speech, which apparently betokens consent.  The
girls lay on my bed face to face with my sister on the far side, clad only
in that delicious underwear.  Jane kissed Rachel and slipped a hand down
inside her knickers and, after a moment's thought, she responded in kind.
   My little sister broke the kiss for a moment to advise (well, order,
really) "You know you wanted to come over Rache's knickers - well, now's
your chance!"
   What Rache may have thought about this, we'll never know, as she once
again had a mouth full of her friend.  Their hands were working in each
other's cunnies and I was free to pursue my evil desires.
   On Rachel's last visit, my willy had spent a pleasant session cushioned
against her right buttock and rather fancied a repeat performance.  I saw
no reason to disappoint him, so I laid on the bed behind her and snuggled
up against her back.  It gave me the chance to get a good hold on those
lush breasts and, as a bonus, to feel my sister's stiff nipples against the
backs of my fingers.
   Once again, I marvelled at how soft and springy her bum felt as he poked
into it.  The smooth material rubbed sensuously against my erection as the
body inside it wiggled in pleasure.  I judged that Jane's fingers were
having the desired effect.  The feeling of the nylon was going to bring me
off eventually without manual intervention, but I had a hand ready lest
Rachel should beat me to it.  The sound of her gasps and the pumping of her
bum suggested she might.
   "Yes, Jane.  That's it.  It's happening!"
   Two strokes of my hand and I was there, too.  I pumped out my come on to
her knickers.  There was a fair amount.  I'd been waiting for this for a
while.  I was vaguely aware of my sister reaching her climax on the other
side of the sandwich and then we all squoze together.
   "Ugh.  My knickers are all wet!"
   "So are mine." Said Jane, innocently
   "No, I mean at the back.  Adam's made them all wet!"
   "Did you come all over Rache's knickers?"
   "Yes, it was lovely.  Didn't you feel me poking you?"
   "I like it when he comes all over mine." Jane added truthfully.
   "Oh, all right.  It was just a bit of a surprise, that's all.  "
   "You really must stop surprising our guest." Jane admonished mock
seriously.  "First it's in her mouth, then it's over her knickers!" Then
she broke up in giggles and, after a moment Rache joined in.  I would deny
ever having giggled, but I did laugh as we hugged and wriggled in pure joy.
   "Shall we get these wet things off", said Rachel, getting into the
spirit of things.  "We don't want to catch cold."
   Two pairs of flimsy knickers were doffed (Rachel's were indeed very wet)
and flung to the floor.  As a result, two naked girls lay on their backs
for my inspection.  Both were flushed down to their breasts from their
recent arousal, but what took my eye was Rachel's gardening.  Her
kitten-fur had been pruned right back and I expressed my approval.  "That
looks really nice, Rache."
   At this sincere compliment, she blushed even redder, and clapped a hand
over the area under discussion.  My sister said "Adam!" and gave me a Look.
Women, eh?  All right, little girls, eh?
   I decided for once not to back off.  I took the protective hand in mine,
raised it to my lips and kissed it, noticing the familiar taste of my
sister's cunny.  "No, it's really nice.  It makes you look really elegant
down there."
   "Really?"
   "Yes, really."
   I released her hand and smoothed her fur down with mine.  Jane smiled
and I realised that I'd got away with my male insensitivity.  She leaned
over and whispered something in her friend's ear.
   "Will he?"
   "If you ask nicely."
   "Adam, you know you promised to show me how to do It properly with my
mouth?"
   I thought it was more about her not being surprised when I came, but I
wasn't going to argue.
   "Yes, Rache."
   "Can we try it now?"
   My little sister had a secret smile on her face and I knew she'd set me
up again.
   I had the perfect excuse, though.  "I can't do it right now, Rache. 
I've just come all over your lovely knickers" (as if she didn't know) "and
it'll take a while to build up to another one.  While we're waiting,
there's something I'd like to try."
   The girls looked at me expectantly; I'd scuppered their plan and they
wondered what I might have in mind.
   "Well, Jane, Rache has done it with both of us and I wonder which of us
makes her feel best.  Maybe we could both try doing her with our mouths and
see who makes her come?"
   "That's not fair.  I've only done it once and you've done it hundreds of
times." I could see her silently curse.  Rachel wasn't supposed to know
that I'd watched Jane go down on her.  That was supposed to be their
secret.
   "Yes, and I think I'm quite good at it, but you're a girl too, and you
know where everything is and what a girl likes.  Shall we let Rache
decide?"
   Rache was listening open-mouthed and blushing.  "You BOTH want to lick
me down there?  Jane's the only one who's ever done it to me.  "
   "Was it good?" I asked innocently.
   Blushing still redder she whispered "Lovely."
   "Would you like to try it with me?  Jane and I could take turns."
   "Yes, please", almost inaudibly.
   "Are you ready for this, Jane?"
   "Oh, all right", she said ungraciously, "but it'll be my turn to try you
both next time!"
   Rachel looked unhappy at this.  I knew why, because her tongue had
barely made contact with Jane's pussy last time, as I watched without her
knowledge.
   When Jane made up her mind, she never hesitated.  "Lie back and relax,
Rache.  Who's going first?"
   "Toss for it?"
   The coin that we kept for sentimental reasons was put into use once
again and Jane correctly called "Heads".
   "You go first, Adam.  You make her come and then I'll do the same."
   That wasn't quite what I had in mind, but if it kept my little sister
happy...
   Rachel understandably looked a bit nervous, but I rolled over towards
her and kissed her gently mouth to mouth.  I ran my fingers through her
long dark hair then hugged her to me.  "This is for you, Rache.  Just relax
and enjoy."
   I ran my hands down to her breasts and rolled her nipples in my fingers.
My mouth followed in their wake and I took one in my mouth, something I'd
wanted to do ever since I saw her strip in my sister's room.
   As I suckled, my hand ran down her belly to ruffle her kitten-fur; then
further to her cleft, still wet from my sister's attentions.  I pressed my
palm down on her button and felt her push back with the pleasure of it.
   I trailed my tongue down the same route until I reached her tickle bump,
which I touched with just the tip.  She smelt and tasted wonderful,
slightly stronger than my sister, but just as arousing.  I started licking
her bump while working my fingers in her cunny, remembering just in time
not to push them right in.  This was a virgin, not my sister!  Imagine my
surprise when she whispered "Go on", emphasising her point by clasping my
wrist and pushing my hand into herself.
   I needed no further urging.  With two fingers well inserted into her
sopping sheath and tongue working hard, I could feel her pleasure as she
pushed back at me and started gasping incoherently.
   I was also aware of a hand stroking my bum and my balls, which could
only be Jane.  Taking a short break, to Rachel's squealed disapproval, I
saw that her other hand was, predictably, busy between her legs.
   I set to In earnest now, the fingers of one hand wanking Rachel's cleft
and the other holding on to a luscious bun, taking her love bump between my
lips and sucking.  She came so hard it took all my strength to hold on, but
I let her come down to earth with my lips gently kissing her and my fingers
just resting on her lips.
   Then I kissed back up her body and let her taste herself on my tongue. A
muffled squeal from behind me and a hand clamped down hard, fortunately on
a buttock, signalled that Jane had had her thrill too.
   I realised I was pretty close too.  My willy had been in an intimate
relationship, not for the first time, with my lower sheet, and was nearly
dripping.  However, I knew the rules.  "Your turn, Jane."
   She was ready and up for it but Rachel finally called a halt to our
games.  "No, really I couldn't.  Not just at the moment.  That was lovely,
Adam, but just let her have a rest..." A long pause.  "How about the other
thing?  Would you be ready now?  I'd like to make you feel as good as you
did me."
   I looked over at my sister and she shrugged; a surprisingly erotic sight
when performed by a naked girl with developing breasts.  "That's all right
with me if I can have my turn with you afterwards."
   "Of course, Jane.  Can you help me out with this first, though?"
   "All right, Rache.  You stay laid on your back and Adam can kneel over
you."
   I could.  As Jane well knew, it was one of our favourite positions,
dating back to when we we very young.  I knelt over Rache's midriff, with
my balls cradled in those rounded breasts.  From the feel of her nipples
against them she was still well aroused.
   "Now, take him in your mouth like so..." My little sister inserted my
painfully rigid self into her friend's mouth.
   "Now, you suck on him and lick him with your tongue.  Would you like me
to wank him off?" By now, Rachel was less naive and had guessed the meaning
of the word.  She nodded as well as she could in the situation.  "Now, you
tell her when you're going to come.  Don't swallow it all, Rache, keep some
for me."
   We'd received our instructions, and my sister started stroking as much
of my willy as wasn't already being sucked and licked by her friend.  It
took about a minute of this before I burst.
   "I'm coming Rache.  Oh yes, here it comes.  Suck me.  Fuck me.  that's
amazing.  Stop, Jane!  STOP!" I had to remove my little sister's hand by
force before she would submit.
   I looked down at Rachel and despite her impression of a swollen-cheeked
chipmunk she looked well pleased with herself.  Well she might.  She'd
taken it all, spilling hardly a drop.  She even opened her mouth to show
what she'd achieved, at which point my darling sister dived in to get her
share.  This developed into a full-on lesbian snog and I dismounted to let
them get on with it.
   Jane started to kiss her way down her friend's body and I realised that
this would become Jane's leg of the Cunny-licking Battle of the Sexes.  I
did wonder whether a girl could get pregnant this way, given that Jane now
had a mouthful of my come, but thought it inadvisable to complain.  I knew
where Rache was on her cycle, and I reckoned she was safe.  I also knew
just how cross my sister would be if I thwarted her now.
   Instead, I had the rare pleasure of watching a girl give oral sex to
another.  Despite it being only her second time, she really knew which
buttons to push, and I noticed she used her spare hand to good effect on
Rachel's breasts.
   I tentatively reached down to stroke my sister's little bum, and got a
wiggle of approval.  That was nice and the spectacle in front of me was
most exciting.  I took myself in hand and stroked my willy as well as my
sister's bum.  This took more coordination than you might think, and I was
forced to concentrate on the former.
   Jane didn't seem to mind.  She seemed intent on inserting her head into
her schoolmate's cunny, with a fair degree of success and Rachel was on
another plane entirely.
   Watching her open mouthed ecstasy and hearing her cries was too much for
me.  I slid down the bed and completed the circle by wanking myself off on
to my sister's left buttock as Rachel pulled her blonde head up into her
crotch, in the throes of orgasm.  Jane hauled herself up and kissed Rachel
to give her a taste of herself and to share what was left of mine.
   Then she felt behind herself "My bottom's all wet!"
   I couldn't help myself; I creased with laughter.  Rache was mystified
until I pointed down to my half-mast willy.  Then she started laughing. 
Jane tried to keep her dignity for a second longer, then looked at us and
started giggling.  I leapt on both of them and we became a wet, smelly,
giggling mass of happy kids.
   We never did agree as to who was better at cunny-licking, but it was fun
trying to find out.  Next, it would be my sister's turn to choose between
Rachel and me...
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