Fostered Care Ch. 03

Shaun smiled. "Love you too, sis." They stepped back, and looked at each other shortly, each revelling in the warm fuzzy feeling that echoed after their hug. "Just be sure and keep those friends of yours away from me tonight," he warned. "Your slumber parties always get out of hand."

She gave him a cheeky look. "I have no idea what you mean," she told him.

"Yeah, I bet you don't." * * * "I brought us a little somethin-somethin, to make the evening interesting," announced Taylor. Dinner had come and gone -- a chilly affair, there were definitely unfinished recriminations left over for Shaun but Bill and Therese didn't want to cause a scene in front of Chris's visitors, for which Shaun was thankful; after dinner the girls had retired to Christine's room, and now Taylor was pulling a bottle of rum from her bag.

"Ooh, rum!" grinned Sherrie. "We can drink like pirates. Arr!"

They all laughed; Taylor popped the bottle, took a swig, shuddered whole-heartedly and passed it on. "It's about time we had a few drinkie-poohs during our sleep-overs," she reckoned. "I don't know why we haven't done it before."

Christine paused with the bottle only momentarily, before sharing their grins and taking a swig of her own. "Ugh!" she grunted, pulling a face. "It tastes foul!"

"It doesn't matter how it tastes," Sherrie grinned, grabbing the bottle for herself. "It's how fucked-up it gets you!"

"It's overproof rum, too," Taylor pointed out. "Extra-strong. Only the best for us."

The night carried on, as they drank uninterrupted in the privacy of Chris's room; her parents were well-used to the sounds of merriment that arose from Christine's slumber parties, and respected her privacy enough to leave them well alone. As it got late and the bottle drained low, they got to talking about the usual things: boys, toys, sexual accomplishments to date, and so forth. "So is it true what Peter's been saying?" Taylor asked of Chris. "That you used to go down on him?"

Christine pulled a face. "Yeah, it's true," she confessed.

"Why would you do that?" asked Sherrie. "I thought you didn't love him enough to do... you know... sexy things."

"Well, a blowjob isn't the same as sex -- at least, not in my book," Christine told them. "I was curious to see what it was like, and I turned out to be pretty good at it; I kind of got a liking for it, so I kept doing it."

"What's it like?" Sherrie asked. Taylor and Chris looked at her. "What?" she asked, defensively.

"You've never done it?" Taylor asked her, incredulously.

"No," Sherrie replied, shyly. "I mean, the opportunity never came up," she explained. "What am I supposed to do: walk up to a guy and say, 'I'd like to suck you off now, drop your pants please'?"

"That'd probably work," Christine grinned, as Taylor laughed.

"I can't believe you've never blown a guy!" Taylor added.

"Is it fun?" Sherrie asked, innocently.

"Heaps of fun," Chris confirmed, as Taylor nodded along too. "You get to see his dick right up-close, you get to touch it and feel it and see all the detail -- and if you do it right, it drives them absolutely mad."

"I don't know if I'd do it right," Sherrie lamented. "I'm not really good at this sort of stuff. I'd probably bite him, or something."

"We'll teach you how!" Taylor told her, brightly. "But we need something decent to practice on..." She looked at Chris, with a growing smile. "You reckon Shaunie might be up for it, Chris?"

"What?" Chris asked, taken aback.

"Your brother, Shaun," Taylor prodded. "He's always up for that sort of thing; you reckon, if we put the hard word on him, he might let me and Sherrie have a go?"

"You?" Chris echoed. "Why do you need a go at him? I've heard all about you, Taylor Jones -- you don't need any more practice," she goaded.

"Well..." Taylor grinned, denying nothing. "Someone's got to show Sherrie how to do it, don't they? Besides, why should she get to have all the fun? You know I've always had a soft spot for Shaunie," she added.

"Go on, Chris," said Sherrie, taking up the plea. "Can we go and surprise your brother? Give him a thrill?"

"I dunno..." Chris said, thinking about it.

"It'll be fun!" Taylor encouraged, after a fortifying swig from the nearly-empty bottle of rum. "And it'll be kind of kinky, too; imagine it, getting to watch us as we sucked on your brother's famous cock... wouldn't that be such a thrill?"

Chris wasn't about to admit it, but it most definitely would have been a thrill. There was a part of her that really, really would have liked to see Shaun get sucked off. There was also a tiny, secret part of her that fantasised about joining in -- but no, no way. That couldn't happen. She knew that none of it should happen, it wasn't safe, it was a big risk; she knew that they should just leave him be and have their own fun. But she'd had her fair share of the rum, which had her in a mood for doing what she knew she ought not to do; as if to help her make up her mind, she grabbed the bottle and finished it off.

"Let's go wake him up," she decided, sharing in their wicked grins. * * * It had never happened before, but Shaun woke up in the dead of night to find his cock in someone's mouth. His heart nearly stopped, but as he tried to leap up he saw a number of people in his moon-lit bedroom: Christine gently holding him back, holding him down on his bed, with her friend Sherrie right by her. "It's okay," she told him, softly, soothingly. "It's Taylor -- she's teaching Sherrie how to give head."

"Is that okay?" Sherrie asked, worriedly. "You don't mind? I've never done it before, see, so we all thought..."

Shaun boggled at them, and he sniffed the air. "Have you been drinking?" he whispered.

"Do you think we'd be doing this if we were sober?" came Taylor's voice, from below.

Shaun looked at them. He didn't know what to think or to say; there was his sister, Christine was right there, sitting right next to him with a calming hand on his chest even as her best friend sucked his cock. "It's okay," Chris smiled. "It's nice. Don't you think?"

Shaun thought about it, and he had to agree: it was nice. Taylor was doing quite a good job, and it was kind of a turn-on to see Sherrie watching intently, watching as Taylor's mouth drove up and down on his shaft. He rolled his eyes for show. "Well, if you really have to..." he said.

"Thank you, Shaun!" Sherrie whispered, with glee. "Thank you! I'll do a really good job, I promise!"

Shaun looked at her. "Are you going to suck me too?" he asked her.

Sherrie blinked. "If that's okay..." she said, shyly.

Shaun couldn't help but smile. "That's fine," he assured her. "Really: that'd be tops."

"Thank you, Shaun," Chris said, smiling with gratitude. "It's really good of you, helping out with my friends." She turned to watch Taylor's instructional sucking of her brother's cock; shortly she realised that Shaun was still looking at her, mouth open in amazement. "What?" she asked him; a possibility occurred. "Do you mind if I watch?" she asked.

"Oh," he said. "No, no I don't mind," he assured her. "No, that's fine." He didn't mind, but he was amazed that she would want to see it; that proved even more of a turn-on, seeing Chris watching as he was blown, seeing his cock large and stiff, sitting right by him with a reassuring hand stroking gently across his chest.

"See, he's getting bigger," Taylor told Sherrie, like a master practitioner instructing a student, pausing in her ministrations. "So you can tell he likes it, I'm doing the right thing. Right, Shaunie boy?"

"That's right, Taylor," he replied. "It feels awesome."

"Okay then: your turn, Sherrie," Taylor instructed. "Now Shaun, it's Sherrie's first time, so if you're going to come we'd like fair warning."

"It shouldn't be a problem," he told them. "I've... well, I've already come today, pretty big-time," he confessed; they all grinned at each other, thinking of Ms Tiann. "I don't know if you'll finish me off again tonight," Shaun added.

"Wow," said Christine, impressed. "You must have quite the stamina -- I've never heard of a boy who didn't come after a couple minutes of a good blow-job."

"Must be all the practice," Shaun assured her.

"Oh so modest," Chris retorted, just a little sarcastically.

Meanwhile, Sherrie started off on Shaun's cock slowly, hesitatingly, trying to replicate the up-and-down action she had seen Taylor use. "That's it," Taylor encouraged. "That's how you do it!"

"I can't fit it all in," Sherrie reported, around a mouthful of Shaun's cock.

"I don't know if anyone could fit all of that in," Taylor replied. "You're quite the big boy, Shaun -- seems the rumours were true," she added, with a sly grin.

"Aw shucks," said Shaun, affecting a blush; Christine laughed, and slapped him gently on the chest. She was really, really enjoying this; she found it oddly comforting, sitting next to her brother, as he reached up to hold her hand and she watched as her friends sucked his cock. She found it all immensely arousing; she was wearing her loose-fitting bed clothes with no underwear, and she could feel the moisture gathering in her shorts and her nipples poking through her top. If pressed, she could blame the erect nipples on the cool night air spilling through Shaun's opened window, but the wetness in her shorts would be harder to justify, so she kept her legs crossed and her moistened crotch out of the moonlight.

Shaun's reckoning that he wouldn't come seemed to prove true, as time went by and Sherrie and Taylor took turns sucking him off. Taylor grew bold, and declared that it wasn't fair that Shaun had all the fun, so she removed her panties -- to the shock and delight of all -- and began to teach Sherrie all about sixty-niners, sitting on Shaun's face as she leaned down his torso and sucked him from above. Shaun voiced no objection, and Christine watched with growing fascination and arousal as he lapped at Taylor's exposed pussy, licking at her hole and greedily drinking up her juices. He was obviously very good at it, as Taylor began to lose control: bumping and grinding her hips into Shaun's face, moaning and groaning, her own steady technique faltering under his onslaught; all of a sudden she had to get off his cock for fear of sinking her teeth into his enormous bulging member, and she grabbed two handfuls of his bedsheets and came with a strangled cry, coming and coming and coming, until she could bear no more and she leapt off him.

"Oh man," she gasped as she rolled onto her back on the bed, chest heaving, juices still dripping from her tight little cunt for all to see as she gently touched and teased herself, descending slowly from her peak. "Oh man," she said again. "Sherrie. Hop on. You've got to try him. Hop on -- before Chris beats you to it."

Sherrie needed no encouragement -- her pants were already gone, and she decided to fling away her top too as she climbed naked aboard his face and her mouth descended, more expertly now, upon Shaun's cock. Chris hadn't missed Taylor's little dig, though, and as Taylor crawled over to her she grabbed her and took her aside.

"What was that?" Chris demanded. "What did you mean by that?"

"Come on, Chris," Taylor grinned, half-naked and tingling, drunk with the rum and with the heady contentment that her encounter with Shaun had brought. "Don't deny it. I could see it on your face -- I could see how horny you're getting, watching Shaun getting sucked, watching me fuck his face. I could see you wishing that it could be you on top of him... you sucking him off... you getting eaten by him..." Chris opened her mouth to object, but Taylor shushed her, putting a moistened finger to Chris's lips on which Chris couldn't help but taste Taylor's juices.

"Chris..." Taylor whispered. "It's okay. I don't blame you. Look at him! He's not your real brother, and he's gorgeous and sexy and funny and he's so good in bed... and you've got to live with him every day, not allowed to touch him, not allowed to do it with him! Chris: I understand! I can see it -- I've always seen it!"

Chris boggled at her, surprised and ashamed at her transparency; she was unable to deny the truth of her feelings, her lust for Shaun. She looked over to Shaun, but he couldn't hear them, his ears muffed by Sherrie's thighs. "Taylor," she said. "I..."

"It's okay," Taylor assured her again, grasping her hands encouragingly. "Besides," she added, as Sherrie started to lose control, yipping very quietly like a muted puppy as she came, "I've got an idea." They separated, and watched as Shaun finished Sherrie off; her eyes lolled with indescribable contentment, with the discovery of an entirely new realm of pleasure.

"Okay, Shaunie boy," Taylor announced. "We've thought up a new game."

"Aren't we having enough fun already?" Shaun joked, with a grin. He looked to his sister, catching her as she stared helplessly at his enormous, glistening cock; she met his eye, and couldn't help but shyly match his grin.

"We're going to blindfold you," Taylor told him, taking off her top and fashioning a blindfold out of it, "and you're going to do a blind taste-test -- you're going to tell us who you're licking, and also you're going to tell us who's sucking you. And remember: they might not necessarily be one and the same," she added, with a surreptitious glance at Christine after she applied the blindfold to Shaun.

"Sounds like a worthy challenge," Shaun grinned; there may possibly have been a touch of alcohol in the girls' cunt juices, because he felt a little intoxicated too with the heady, horny action in the bedroom.

Shaun may not have guessed at the ruse, but Christine spotted it right away. 'No way,' she mouthed, eyes wide, seeing Taylor's intentions. 'No way!'

Taylor simply smiled at her. "Okay, we're going to sort ourselves out..." she told Shaun; she gestured at Sherrie, and Sherrie gladly hopped back aboard Shaun's face, while Taylor moved over and went down on his cock.

Shaun lapped happily away at the unidentified cunt, working away at his favourite pastime despite the growing ache in his tongue; he could tell the taste right away as Sherrie, she had a subtly different taste to that of Taylor which he couldn't quite describe but would never mistake. They all stayed in position for about a minute, until Sherrie's tender pussy could stand no more, and she had to get off his face for fear of collapsing again with orgasmic ecstasy.

"Can you tell who it was?" Taylor asked after she moved away from Shaun's cock.

"It was definitely Sherrie on my face," he declared. "And was it... Sherrie again, on my cock?"

"Half right: Sherrie on your face, me on your cock," Taylor told him. "Okay, we'll try it again." She then mounted Shaun's face this time, and took his cock into her own mouth, and Christine watched as she worked away at him.

She knew Taylor's plan: one of the girls would sit on his face, and then Chris could have her turn sucking on Shaun's cock without him knowing. The thing was: she wanted to. She really wanted to. She knew she shouldn't, she swore she wouldn't -- but she had said before, a blowjob isn't really sex, right? And if she was willing to blow Peter who she hadn't really cared for all that much, she drunkenly reasoned it was only fair that she blew Shaun whom she loved, very much... and he would never find out because he was blindfolded, and she could trust Sherrie and Taylor on their lives to never tell a soul...

As Taylor started coming again, Chris realised with a start that she was touching herself, gently, through the front of her pants, as she pondered the possibility of going down on Shaun. She also realised that Sherrie was watching her as she did it; Sherrie gave her a long, slow smile, and Chris realised that Sherrie could see it too: she knew, just like Taylor, how Chris felt for Shaun. How she loved him. How she wanted him, but couldn't have him, and how she hated not being able to suck him like they could suck him. 'Go on...' Sherrie mouthed, silently.

"Okay..." said Shaun as Taylor clambered noiselessly off him. "That was Taylor's pussy, and... Taylor's mouth?"

"Dead right!" Taylor gasped. "Ready to go one last time?" she asked, of all of them -- particularly Christine...