A Winters Tale

They had consumed the bottle of champers by the time the meal was finished, and I was on my fourth bottle of beer. I'm not sure how we managed to get everything cleared away, but we did with much laughter and frivolity.

Growing up, I was the only male in a house full of women. Firstly, there is my mother, Glenda, and then my elder sister, Sandra, who lived with her boyfriend in the nearby town and was twenty-four. Then there is me, nearly twenty-one, and finally, my twin sisters, Debbie and Gemma, who are nineteen. "Debbie says they are nineteen and a half."

The alcohol was doing strange things to my mind, things that had never occurred before. The two girls sat on the couch and opened a bottle of wine while I fiddled with the television, hoping for a signal. I finally gave up, as the picture was more static than anything else, and plonked myself in the armchair opposite as I finished my fourth bottle and opened another.

I watched the two girls messing around; they both wore identical clothing, which made it quite difficult to tell them apart, and I suddenly realised that they were gorgeous. The tight tops and short skirts did little to hide their modesty, and I found myself admiring their lithe young bodies. Then it occurred to me--I had already shagged my grandmother--would it be any different fucking one of my sisters?

As I sat there fantasising, I noticed that the front of my jeans had expanded and now covered a significant bulge. Returning to reality, Debbie inquired as to what I had done at grans without the television.

"We played board games. Dominoes, whist, anything to pass the time," I explained, slightly slurring my speech.

Gemma suddenly leapt up and disappeared. She reappeared shortly with several board games, a pack of cards, and a box of dominoes.

The board games did not last long, simply because, in our present state, everyone cheated. Dominoes were a nonstarter, so we quickly went to playing variations of whist and snap.

We continued to drink and were getting into quite a state when Debbie, or was it Gemma asked, "Did you not get bored playing silly old games?"

It was then that I learned a valuable lesson: don't answer questions or commit to anything when you're drunk, even better, keep your mouth shut, as it will only get you into trouble.

"Well, a couple of times, we played strip poker, just to make things interesting."

They both sat stunned on the floor for a moment before breaking into grins.

"What! You and Gran got naked?" They burst into laughter, convinced I was lying.

Looking at each other and then back at me unbelievingly, they asked. "What did you do then?"

I tapped the side of my nose. "That's for me to know and you to find out," I boasted, having already said too much.

I desperately needed the loo and weaved my way upstairs to relieve myself. I needed to slow down before I was too pissed to do anything, returning to find the twins grinning mischievously.

"I've thought of a game we can play," said one of them. I had long passed the stage where I could tell them apart.

Maybe it was Debbie who started to explain.

"I deal all the cards out between the three of us; the idea is to get rid of all hearts and picture cards by cheating. You put a card face down and tell the other players what it is; if nobody challenges you, then they stay in the centre; if you are challenged and are found to have cheated, then you must pick up all the cards and complete a task or answer a question. If you're accused falsely, then the challenger must pick up all the cards and complete the task or question."

It seemed simple enough as she quickly dealt the cards into three piles. The first few rounds, I was truthful with the cards I played, Gemma getting caught quite quickly as Debbie asked her the first question.

"If Alister wasn't your brother, would you shag him?" Gemma blushed profusely and giggled before imperceptibly nodding her head and consuming more wine from her glass.

On the next round, I managed to cheat and get away with it and then challenged my sister as the cards went down. I knew I was correct because the one she called was in my hand.

"Hmm, I think it's time we had a task," I said, drawing the thought out to increase the tension. "Debbie, I think you should kiss your sister...... properly."

They looked at each other and grinned, their faces coming together and their lips meeting. It was a full-on kiss as they snogged, the bulge in my pants becoming more pronounced. When finally, they parted, I watched their bosoms both rising and falling rapidly.

For the next three rounds I played cards truthfully, but looking at what was left in my hand, I knew I would soon have to cheat a lot to get rid of them. Debbie got caught next, and Gemma set the task.

"I would say that our brother has a problem down below; perhaps you would be good enough to rearrange it for him."

Debbie leered at me as she pushed me backwards so that her hand could slide down the front of my pants. Her fingers wriggled inside my underwear and then encountered my erect penis, her eyes going wide as she ran her hand down my length and gripped me tightly. I had to stop her because I got the feeling that now she had hold, she was not for letting go.

I'd managed to get rid of a couple more cards but I knew it was only a matter of time before I was caught. It finally happened; this time Debbie set the task.

"I think Gemma has an itch between her legs that she needs scratching, Alister," she said evilly, watching her sister blush again.

I moved around next to Gemma and slid my hand up her skirt until I encountered the elastic of her panties. My fingers delved inside them as they ran through her soft downy hair and then encountered her fanny's open and moist lips.

Slowly and gently, my finger entered her moist passage as I scratched her itch, her legs opening wider as I delved deeper. Debbie was forgotten for a second as I fingered my sister, convinced at one point that she whispered, "Don't stop," but Debbie interjected, and I withdrew my hand.

I'm not going to give you a blow-by-blow account of each round; suffice it to say that by the time the game came to an end, we were all highly aroused and almost naked. The girls and I had carried on drinking throughout the game, so I was not sure which one it was who finally said that she felt sick and disappeared up the stairs.

We waited for her to reappear, but as time passed it was evident that she was not going to return. My other sister went to check on her, returning with a smirk on her face.

"She's passed out on her bed; I don't think we'll see her again tonight."

I'm going to say that it was Debbie who remained, simply because she had been the main protagonist during the evening. The game had been a great success in more ways than I could have predicted. Here I was, stretched out, completely naked, while my sister, now the worse for wear, sat opposite me wearing no more than a red thong, which covered very little.

I hadn't planned on any of this happening, but as I gazed at her in admiration, my cock stood proud, jutting into the air.

A Special Christmas Present.

Whichever one of them it was, she looked fantastic and had a body to die for. She was staring intently at my erection as she slid nearer to me.

"It would be a shame to waste it," she said as she wriggled out of her panties and straddled my hips.

Her eyes were trying to focus as she looked down from her vantage point. "Jesus, Alister, you're so big. I don't know if I can take all of it; you will be gentle, won't you?"

I had never thought of myself as anything but normal, but it was my grandmother who had said something similar. She told me I was a well-endowed young man, but this was normally accompanied by her bouncing up and down on my shaft.

My cock was throbbing with anticipation as my sister reached down and wrapped her hand firmly around it. My eyes closed, and I breathed out audibly as slowly, she commenced masturbating my protuberance. With one hand, she pulled the skin taut, the fingers of her other hand encircling and teasing the plump, blood-infused head of my shaft.

I slid my hand between her thighs, my fingers encountering her moist, open pussy lips and spreading her labia wider. I exposed her clitoris and gently rubbed my thumb against it, watching as she shivered and moaned softly with pleasure. I could tell by the look on her face that she was eager to have me inside her, but what my grandmother had taught me was to not be in too much of a rush.

"Make a woman come several times and she will love you forever."

Rolling her off me, I spread her legs and dove between them, the scent of talc and her musk making a heady combination. My mouth made contact with her fanny, my tongue darting inside and savouring her taste. She squirmed against it, at first stroking my head, but then her fingers became entangled in my hair as she pulled me forcefully against her snatch.

Taking her clit between my lips, my tongue flicked and rubbed at it softly. Her hips bucked as her arousal began to peak, and she tried to wriggle away, but I held her firm and continued to explore her passage until her back arched and she called my name, her climax making her body shake with pleasure.

Debbie raised her head as I got to my knees, looking at me with greater respect, and still, she could not divert her gaze from my twitching shaft. It was hard with desire; the skin pulled tight as the veins stood out along its length. Shuffling nearer, I rubbed its tip against her labia, her eyes fluttering open and shut rapidly.

Slowly, I eased forward, sliding my cock into her tight, wet pussy.

"Shit, shit!" was all she managed to say as, inch by inch, my dick expanded her cunt until finally, my balls pushed up against the crack of her arse. She was breathing deeply, her fanny becoming accustomed to the lump of meat that was filling her insides.

Gently, I rocked back and forwards, my penis sliding in and out of her quim as my hands went to her pert young breasts, the nipples standing proud and sensitive to my fingertips. Applying pressure, her hips started moving in a rhythm with my own as her fanny accepted my cock thrusting into her.

When my impetus increased, so did her vocal repertoire; she cried, moaned, and verbally abused me, telling me in no uncertain terms that I should, "fuck the arse off her."

If nothing else, I do like to oblige, ramming my cock into her with a ferocity that took her by surprise. I watched as she pleaded for me to slow down, and then as she climaxed, her slender young body thrashed beneath me, as I continued to plunge into her cunt.

The heat and exertion had sobered me as I leant forward, taking her teat in my mouth. One by one, I sucked and nibbled at her perfect little cherries. She cried out once more, only this time it was because my cock was exploding inside her, sending spurts of cum deep inside her love passage and triggering her orgasm.

I fucked her until exhaustion made me flop down next to her, both our bodies covered in sweat. Her eyes were closed as I watched her chest continue to rise and fall rapidly; it seemed like an age until she moved, turning on her side and draping her arm and leg across my body.

She whispered dreamily in my ear, "Do you know, Alister/ If you weren't my brother, I could love you."

Internally, I was chuckling to myself; what gran had said was true it seemed, but whichever twin it was, she was going to love me a lot more before I had finished.

I couldn't remember what time we got to bed; I just knew that I was content to climb between the cool sheets and fall instantly asleep. My dreams that night were erotic as the faces and bodies of my family took turns emptying my sack over and inside their various orifices.

Rising late the next morning, I staggered downstairs, my head thumping slightly as I uttered those immortal words, "Never again."

Debbie was already in the kitchen as I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, before kissing her neck as my hands followed her curves beneath the flimsy dressing gown. "Any time you want to repeat last night, it would be my pleasure."

She spun around, looking livid.

"You fucked Gemma last night, didn't you? The bitch got it, and I didn't; no wonder she kept filling my glass up!"

"SHIT!!" I couldn't have told you which one of the twins I'd shagged; I just presumed it was Debbie, as she was the one that seemed to be initiating the action and getting us all to do things to each other. I would never have guessed that it had been Gemma who had outlasted her and with whom I'd spent several hours having sex.

Just then, Gemma strolled into the kitchen, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Good morning, my darling brother; good morning, Deb's."

It was said in such a way that it was obvious she was gloating at her sister. I'm sure I could see the daggers in Debbie's eyes as she glared at her twin, such was her outrage.

"Right!" she stormed, grabbing my hand.

"You can stay down here, Gemma. Come with me, Alister; I want fucking." With that, she dragged me out of the kitchen and up the stairs, heading for her bedroom.

She stripped off my t-shirt, pushed me onto the bed, and whipped off my pyjama bottoms, leaving me naked.

After discarding her dressing gown, I was treated to the same glorious body that I had previously observed. Only this time it belonged to the other twin. Her head went down to my lap as she took my cock in her mouth, its warmth and her tongue soon bringing it fully erect. Gripping me tightly, she wanked my shaft, thus increasing my arousal.

Dragging her on top of me, I kissed her passionately, my hands caressing her tits before working their way down and between her legs. She was wet, and my fingers easily slid inside her moist twat as I frigged her just as rapidly as she had jerked my cock, hearing her whimper as now it was my turn to send spasms of delight through her body.

Debbie was in no mood for foreplay; insistent on getting my cock inside her. Gripping it firmly, she positioned it against her piss flaps before slamming her body down and impaling herself on my shaft.

"Oh fuck!" she shrieked, as my cock filled her. I don't think she had calculated the extent to which it would stretch her internals as she sat motionless atop me. She looked terrified as I lowered her face to mine, my lips locking onto hers. Slowly, I flexed my hips, sliding my cock gently in and out of her pussy until she became accustomed to its size.

I've got to admit, it did not take her long before she was bouncing up and down on it. Gemma had taken to it straight away, but perhaps that was because, at the time, she had been well and truly sozzled.

I cupped Debbie's breasts. Her nipples stood proud as my fingers excited them further, and I listened to her cries of delight when I pinched them both. Although I was fully aroused, the exertions from the previous night meant that I was able to last longer, and was rewarded as Debbie's head suddenly shot back and she screamed her release.

Giving her just long enough to recover, I turned us over so that I was now on top, my distended cock still inside her fanny. Raising her legs, I fucked her slowly, savouring the feeling each time my manhood plunged into her.

Immersed in screwing my sister, neither of us heard the door open; it was only when my peripheral vision picked up another person in the room that I turned my head. Gemma stood level with the bed, her dressing gown open, as one hand massaged her tits and the other snaked between her legs, rubbing at her fanny.

I've got to say that I'd never realised the arousal that comes with someone watching you fuck; Debbie was too far gone to concern herself with who was there and did not complain when Gemma walked over to the bed, discarded her gown, and began playing with her sister's tits.

Debbie went crazy at her touch, dragging her head down as they kissed passionately. Gemma climbed onto the bed and straddled her sister's head, her face contorting as Debbie's tongue speared her cunt.

I was amazed, wondering if the two of them had done this before to each other. I watched as Gemma's hands abused her sister's breasts while I built up a head of steam, ramming my cock into Debbie's cunt. And then she was climaxing; trying to cry out, but her mouth was full of pussy, her body thrashing beneath me as her orgasm sent pleasure signals to her brain.

Gemma shivered, her sister's mouth having given her a minor climax as Debbie begged me to stop, her fanny and body too sensitive to continue. There was only one thing I could do -- climbing from one twin, I quickly impaled the other.

Gemma grinned at me as I slid my cock into her; she had been determined to have a second go and knew exactly how to put her sister out of action. I had lasted as long as I could; the sight of two naked females in the same bed was too much. Now it was my turn to cry out as spurt after spurt of semen flooded Gemma's fanny, causing her to climax as she dug her fingers into the sheet and said the weirdest of things.

We were all three up and dressed, but it was too late for breakfast as it now approached midday. The topic of conversation around the kitchen table was obvious, even though at that moment it felt like I was being left without an opinion.

The twins were arguing about whose turn it was to next abuse my body, but I have to admit that at that moment all I wanted to do was rest; I felt drained from satisfying them both, and my legs felt like jelly.

The squabble continued until I banged the table.

"Enough, please. I can't pick either one of you over the other; you are both perfect." Both girls blushed at my soft words.

"Toss a coin, whoever wins gets me tonight and the other one tomorrow night, and so long as you haven't shagged me to death and mom hasn't returned home, then both of you on the third night, watching you two touch each other was a real turn on!"

They readily agreed, with Gemma dashing off to find a coin. She returned and handed it to me to do the honours. Flipping it high, I let it fall to the floor as the girls called out their preferences; a yell of delight came from Debbie as she called "Heads," and the coin settled heads up.

Gemma looked downcast as Debbie paraded around, doing a victory lap.

"Why the face?" I asked, "You'll get your time tomorrow night."

She tried to cheer up but still looked worried. "Yeah, but what if mom comes back tomorrow?"

I chuckled and squeezed her hand, saying, "Take a look outside; we'll be lucky if mom is back before New Year's Eve."

We passed the day playing games and watching some television. The storm seemed to have passed, and outside there were clear blue skies and bright wintery sun. So long as we get several days like this without any more snowfall, parts of the village may become passable again.

That night I retired to bed with Debbie, leaving Gemma still sitting downstairs. What can I say, other than she was a delight to fuck. My tongue in her fanny had brought her first climax, followed closely by her second as I fucked her doggy fashion. I'd had an idea but decided to save it for Gemma the next night.

Sure enough, Gemma was eager for the evening to come around and dragged me to bed early, this time leaving Debbie to watch the TV, but unlike her sister, she did not seem to be as concerned.

Actions & Consequences.

Following Gemma into the bedroom, she had a mischievous smile plastered across her face as I was pushed onto the bed.

"Relax, Alister, I've got a little present for you."

But before she could do anything else, I held my hand up, stopping her in her tracks. An episode from the other evening had popped back into my head, and I needed an answer.