Playing With My Sister Ch. 11byKenJames©
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Author's Note: "Playing With My Sister" is a bisexual series. It has a lot of male-female and female-female sex, but this story also contains male-on-male sex scenes. If this bothers you, please go read something else, rather than sending me nasty anonymous emails.
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Alexander Summers stopped inside his apartment door, staring at the scattered clothes and listening to the lewd female sounds. He slipped silently into the hall and stared wide-eyed at his younger sisters in the bedroom.
Kristen was lying on her back with my girlfriend Suzie straddling her head, kneading her swollen little breasts as she pressed her golden crotch into Kristen's face.
"Jesus Kristen, you big hot butch lezzie!" Suzie cried. "God! You're making me cum! . . . Oh Fuck!" Her screams grew progressively louder.
Al's long thick pole was bulging in his jeans. He reached for his zipper, but thought better of it. "Hi Kristen . . . Suzie . . ." he said, trying to sound casual as he stepped into the bedroom. "I knew you were planning a surprise party, but I never expected THIS!"
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My name is Paul Menghini. I'd just turned 18 when my family moved from Sidney, Nebraska to Brooklyn. Mom and Dad bought her parents' hardware store when they retired and moved to Florida.
The past four weeks had been busy. It started when my super-sexy 21-year-old sister Angela caught me watching her 21-year-old boyfriend Bernie fucking her. Instead of being angry, she took me to bed. I'd fantasized about Angela, but never expected she'd be my first woman.
I'd been dating 18-year-old Suzie Summers for several months. We met shortly after my family moved to Brooklyn. For most of that time, she had been a timid little Catholic schoolgirl.
Right after Angela and I started fucking, Suzie became aggressive, humping my cock through her panties and jacking me off. Two weeks after my first time with Angela, her family went to Vermont for the weekend and Suzie gave me her virginity, in her parents' bed.
Suzie followed me home that night and watched from the fire escape as I fucked Angela. She and Angela had sex -- Suzie's first time with another woman. Suzie begged me to take her butt cherry. We started gently, but she was soon screaming for me to fuck her fast and rough. She came hard when I shot up her asshole.
Angela and I had other erotic adventures with Suzie. This one began on a Saturday afternoon at her big brother Al's New Jersey apartment.
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Suzie saw her big sister Kristen through the apartment window and opened the door before she could knock.
"Hi Baby," Kristen said, hugging Suzie affectionately. "I'm sorry I'm late. Someone caught me at the library. It's still almost two hours before Al gets home from work. He already knows we're taking him out for his birthday. What's the big surprise we came early to prepare?"
Both women were tall and slender, with strong Eastern-European features and thick shoulder-length hair. Suzie was blond, with small breasts and buttocks. Kristen was a 21-year old brunette, slightly heavier and taller than Suzie, with big tits and a sexy rounded ass.
"Well, I fibbed a little," Suzie admitted, pulling the living room drapes closed before sitting on the big couch. "I really wanted to have a private sister-to-sister talk."
Kristen sat down beside Suzie. There were two glasses of wine on the coffee table. Suzie handed one to Kristen and took the other for herself. "To sisters!" she said. "To our family ties! To our love!"
"To sisters!" Kristen echoed as they took long drinks. "Suzie, what's this about?" she continued, setting her half-full wine glass on the coffee table.
Suzie drained her glass. "Love . . ." she said. "And family . . . men . . . and women . . . sex . . ." She set the glass on the coffee table with a thud. "Kristen . . . I'm not a virgin!"
"Has Paul gotten you pregnant?" Kristen asked anxiously.
"No!" Suzie answered positively. "He brought condoms, but I was already on birth control."
"Thank God!" Kristen said, grabbing her wine and finishing it in one gulp. There was a bottle sitting beside the couch. Wordlessly, Suzie refilled their glasses.
"I'm fine!" Suzie said. "Happier than I've ever been! But, I need to talk to you about love . . . sex . . . being a woman . . ."
"Kristen, I watched your tape," Suzie confessed. Kristen had borrowed Suzie's video camera and left the tape in it ("Playing With My Sister Chapter 7"). "I lied when I told you I hadn't. I was just checking if it was blank and I saw . . . you . . . and the others . . . doing everything . . ."
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Kristen made the video with her Episcopal seminary student boyfriend Jim, her brother Al and his girlfriend Valerie.
Kristen had rough sex with Jim, screaming "I'm your whore! Your filthy whore!" as she came; recreated her young girl feelings of guilt and shame for masturbating, knowing God was watching and disapproving, but unable to stop; ate Valerie to orgasm, then joined her in a three-way with Al; rode Al's cock while Jim fucked her ass; and played with her pussy while watching Jim and Al butt-fuck.
Kristen was standing beside the men, staring at Jim's penis sliding smoothly in and out of Al's rolling buttocks. Al grabbed Kristen and forced her to her knees. "Jack me off!" he commanded, grabbing her hand and guiding it to his crotch. "While your boyfriend fucks my ass! . . ."
The camera zoomed in as Kristen squeezed Al's balls and stroked his throbbing dick. He came within seconds, splashing her face and chest.
Jim pulled out of Al's ass and pushed him aside. "Here's some more!" he growled, spraying Kristen with his own hot cream.
The camera zoomed in until Kristen's face and upper body filled the screen. There was semen on her nose, cheeks, lips, and running down her chin. Her big gracefully-undulating breasts - and the little gold cross between them - were coated with gleaming cum.
"Father forgive me, for I have sinned," she said, looking directly into the camera. "That's how we're supposed to start Confession . . . Well, I'm not going to ask for forgiveness. The priests -- old men who hate their sexuality -- say it's a sin, but God made me this way! I don't know what the priests' Heaven is like, but mine is right here!"
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"Did you want me to find the tape?" Suzie asked, looking into Kristen's eyes. "I think you did, at least unconsciously."
"Maybe so," Kristen conceded. "I don't usually forget things."
"I'm sorry!" Kristen continued, taking Suzie's hand. "It's hard to explain why I made the video. There are a lot of reasons and some of them only make sense to me."
"Don't be sorry!" Suzie answered. "Let me tell you a story.
"It was our third date when Paul and I first kissed," Suzie continued. "That was long before you made the video. I was shy, but he was insistent, wrapping his arms around me, pulling our bodies together and pressing his lips against mine. I resisted because I wanted it so badly.
"Paul kissed me carefully, not trying to use his tongue or feel me up, pulling his face away after a few seconds and looking at me anxiously.
"'Don't stop!' I whispered, surprised at my words. Our bodies melted together, my breasts flattened against his hard chest and my crotch pressing against his penis.
"My panties were soaked. I froze for an instant, afraid it was pee, then recognized the heat in my vagina.
"The fire in my loins built and spread through my body as we kissed. Only Paul could extinguish it, by spraying his seed deep inside me.
"We kissed for several minutes. I pushed Paul away because I already wanted him to fuck me. After I went to bed, I masturbated for hours. I've been dreaming about him every night since then.
"Since puberty, I've had these burning desires . . . fantasies about men . . . women . . . forbidden thoughts . . . Those feelings grew even stronger when I started dating Paul.
"I fingered myself every night, fantasizing, playing with my breasts and pussy, trying not to scream too loudly when I came . . . Feeling horribly sinful, pushing myself closer to Hell with each wave of pleasure . . . God watching and judging . . . If He doesn't want us to do it, why does He make us burn the way we do?"
The wine glasses were empty again. Suzie poured carefully, avoiding Kristen's gaze.
"I've always idolized you," Suzie said, setting the bottle down and turning to face Kristen. "I wanted Paul so badly . . . Knowing you were remaining chaste . . . gave me the strength to resist my physical desires.
"It was such a revelation to find your tape! I tried to stop myself from burning a DVD, but I wasn't strong enough. I played the video in my bedroom, cumming over and over as I watched. That's when I had my epiphany.
"God made us to have sex! He . . . I'll say 'He,' although God must be both male and female . . . He threw us out of the Garden for denying our sexuality . . . rejecting His greatest gift to us! . . . The fruit was poison! It made us ashamed! . . . And the sex-hating priests have been keeping us away from God's gift ever since!
"I watched the video and fantasized about Paul . . . making love . . . fucking . . . his cock in my mouth . . . pussy . . . ass . . .
"I went to Victoria's Secret and bought sexy underwear. I also got birth control pills from Planned Parenthood. Then I waited . . . dreaming and masturbating . . .
"But I wasn't just fantasizing about Paul . . . He's fucking his sister Angela, just like you're having sex with Al . . .
"I got the wet panty feeling . . . like with Paul . . . the first time Angela hugged me. She held me for a long time. I could feel her nipples. They were tight, just like mine. She finally laughed and kissed me . . . hard. It seemed playful, but I sensed her restrained passion.
"On the video, you described slipping into Al's bedroom three years ago and begging him to take your cherry. He was reluctant, but did it. You screamed into a pillow so Mom, Dad and I wouldn't hear you.
"Remember Wednesday night when you thought I was having a nightmare? I was about to throw the sheet off. If you'd come into the room a few seconds later, you'd have caught me. At first, I was relieved, but then I almost wished you had. I wanted to sneak into your room, like you did with Al, but I was afraid . . ."
"Suzie, I don't know what to say . . ." Kristen began, staring at Suzie as she set her empty wine glass at the edge of the coffee table. It was unbalanced and fell to the carpet with a soft thump.
They'd finished the bottle. Suzie's face was flushed and her speech was slightly slurred. "You don't need to talk," she answered, picking up a remote and punching buttons. "Just watch." Across the living room, the TV lit up and a DVD began playing.
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Suzie and Paul were naked on the screen, standing in front of a double bed.
"I'm copying Kristen again!" video Suzie said, laughing as she kissed Paul. "Making this movie."
Suzie and Paul kissed passionately while he fondled her breasts and she gripped his buttocks, grinding his crotch into hers. After a minute, Suzie fell to her knees. Looking directly into the camera, she said "I've never sucked Paul off and made him cum, but I want to do it now."
She licked, sucked and fondled Paul's stiff dick and bulging balls, finally jacking his shaft and fingering his cock-head until he sprayed hot juice into her face and hair.
"Jesus, that was good, Baby!" Paul exclaimed, pulling Suzie to her feet.
As he kissed her, the image dissolved to Suzie on her back with Paul kneeling between her open legs. "Yeah Paul, do it now!" she whispered as he pressed his erect penis into her folds.
The view shifted fluidly, moving from long shots of the passionate couple to close-ups . . . their faces . . . Suzie's bouncing breasts and rolling hips . . . Paul's pumping buttocks and plunging penis . . .
"Oh God, I'm cumming!" Suzie screamed, slamming her pelvis upward to meet Paul's driving rod.
"Me too, Baby!" Paul cried, pulling his throbbing cock out of Suzie's snatch and shooting thick ropes of cum onto her hot pink pussy lips and thick blond pubic hair. Still stiff, he plunged back into Suzie's cunt, fucking her to another intense orgasm.
The view dissolved again, to Angela and Suzie on the bed in sixty-nine position, fingering and eating each other to screaming climaxes.
In the next scene, Paul bent Suzie over the bed and fucked her ass long and hard, finally spurting on her buttocks.
At the end, Suzie's face and chest filled the screen. The footage was taken from the end of the blow job scene and she was kneeling in front of Paul, possessively caressing his slightly-softened penis. Fresh semen gleamed on her breasts, face and hair. "God made us to have sex!" she said, facing the camera. "I've denied God's gift long enough! I'm making this video to officially end my denial!"
She held that pose for five long seconds, then burst out laughing. "I guess that's good enough for the big serious closing," she said, then giggled again. "Cut already!" The screen went dark.
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"Baby Sister, you're amazing!" Kristen said, turning to stare at Suzie, who was sitting cross-legged on the couch, with the top three buttons of her blouse unfastened, exposing her modest cleavage. "You're more daring than I was at 18!"
Suzie's already-short skirt had ridden up her thighs, almost exposing her crotch. As Kristen stared, she "accidentally" pulled the cloth up another half inch, revealing a few golden hairs.
"A few weeks after my 18th birthday, I found a magazine on the way to Catholic School," Kristen said, trying to keep her eyes on Suzie's face. "It was lying in the street with a tire track across its cover. Its title was 'Barely Legal Lover' and it had a romantic cover photo of a pretty young blond woman kissing a handsome older man."
Suzie was "unconsciously" rubbing a finger over her left nipple as she listened to Kristen's story.
"I was curious, so I opened it," Kristen continued. "The first pages were text with small photos of the man and woman from the cover inside a Taco Bell. The story was well-written and pulled me in. The pictures were innocent enough as the man gave the girl a ride home in his sports car . . ."
"I skipped to the middle," Kristen said, staring at Suzie, who was fondling her inner thighs as she listened. "There was a full-page photo of the girl lying on her back on a glass-topped table.
"The opposite page showed her little breasts and swollen nipples, covered but not hidden by her sweat-soaked tight purple top. The bottom half of the page held a tight close-up of his big erect penis penetrating her vagina.
"I stared at the pictures for several seconds before closing the magazine, looking around guiltily to see if anyone had noticed me.
"There was an elementary school a block away. I was afraid the children would find the magazine, so I put it in my school bag. There was a dumpster behind my school and I was going to throw it away there.
"As I walked, I couldn't stop thinking about the story . . . and the pictures. I liked Tracy, the blond girl. She was smart and aggressive. Ken, the older man, was tender and compassionate. I'd dreamed of being married, but hadn't thought about the physical part of 'making love.' The photos suddenly made that real.
"I couldn't throw the magazine away. I didn't dare put it in my locker, so I spent the day afraid to open my school bag. That afternoon, I told the nuns I wasn't feeling well and left early. Nobody else was home, so I locked myself in the bathroom and read the entire magazine.
"I'd always heard that sex books were cheap and crude, but 'Barely Legal Lover' wasn't. The story and photos were extremely explicit, but the love between Tracy and Ken -- and the actors playing them in the pictures -- made it warm and romantic.
"The older girls were always talking about their boyfriends when the nuns couldn't hear. I acted innocent, so they'd tell me more. At night in our room, I'd try to stay quiet as I played with my breasts and buttocks, fantasizing about the boys at school. After you fell asleep, I'd slip my fingers between my legs, trying not to moan and wake you as the waves of pleasure washed over my body."
Suzie finished unbuttoning her blouse and pulled it open, exposing her little breasts and hard nipples. "I heard you sometimes," she said. "I thought you were praying, caught up in the Holy Spirit . . . I envied your faith but somehow knew I'd never have it . . ."
Kristen laughed before continuing. "That day in the bathroom, I stripped and sat on the toilet lid with 'Barely Legal Lover' open on the clothes hamper, turning pages as I masturbated.
"I caught big brother Al jacking off once. He'd locked the bathroom door, but it hadn't closed completely. He was standing in front of the sink with his pants down around his ankles, staring at himself in the mirror as he stroked his stiff penis, so intent on his flying fist that he didn't notice me. I gasped in astonishment as semen suddenly sprayed from his swollen tip.
"Al jumped when he turned and saw me staring wide-eyed. 'Jesus, Kristen!' he cried. 'What are you doing here? Get out!'
"I stayed in the open door, unable to take my eyes off my big brother's swollen member. It was as thick and stiff as ever, gleaming with his juices. 'So, that's how boys do it!' I marveled as he pushed me out into the hall and slammed the door.
"I was thinking about Al and his big spurting cock as I thrust rough fingers into my hot wet pussy while staring at the pictures of Ken and Tracy making love. I had the most intense orgasm of my life, sliding off the toilet seat and rolling on the floor as I finger-fucked myself until I was exhausted.
"After that, I masturbated with the magazine every time I was alone. I couldn't stop thinking about Al. He was a 21-year-old stud and I wanted him for real.
"In bed one night, I'd fingered myself for hours and still wasn't satisfied. I took the magazine from its hiding place and walked naked down the hall to the bathroom. Something made me stop at Al's door. My heart hammered in my chest as I turned the knob and stepped inside.
"Al thought he was dreaming when I pressed my body against his. We kissed, my first time open-mouthed with tongue. I wrapped my hand around his erect penis as he slipped a finger between my legs.
"Suddenly, Al froze. 'Vickie?' he muttered sleepily. 'What? . . . Who? . . . Kristen? . . . Jesus, what are you doing here?'
"'I need a man!' I answered, rolling onto my back and pulling Al on top of me. 'You! . . . Now! . . . Please!'
"His cock-head was pressed against my pussy mouth, but Al was frozen. 'Are you crazy?' he whispered. 'I can't fuck you! You're my little sister!'
"'Al, I'm going to do this!' I answered. 'If you won't help me, I'll find another boy!'
"Al knew I meant it. He took charge, kissing my mouth, face and body until I was hotter and wetter than I'd imagined possible. He had condoms hidden in the back of his nightstand drawer. I hadn't thought about that.
"Al took me from behind, with my face pressed into a pillow to stifle my screams. It hurt a little, but the pain passed quickly and I came over and over as he fucked me. I felt his cock throb as he shot into the condom.
"Afterwards, I removed the thin scrap of latex from his penis and let the thick fluid inside drip down onto my breasts. Al smeared it with his hands as he kissed me, rubbing the fluid into my skin.
"As Al held me in his arms, he whispered 'I have to be honest. You've gotten so sexy I've been thinking . . . fantasizing . . . about you. I'm glad you wanted me for your first man!'
"We've been lovers ever since. Al has always had girlfriends, but that's never bothered me. He met Valerie a year ago. I'd played with a couple of girls in my early teens, but was never interested in women until I met her.