Anderson Family Journals #09 to 11

I learned during that shower that water does not make for easy penetration--it's wet, but it isn't slippery--but my sister's little cunny dripped with so much cream that a couple of slides through her lips was all it took before my knob popped into her pink slot and down the Slip N' Slide I went.

The only time we managed to leave the hotel room was to go to dinner. We went to a fancy restaurant, and we had dressed up, my sister looking about twenty-five years old in her red cocktail dress slit down the left side, the halter top wrapping around her neck, and leaving her shoulders bare, most of her cleavage open for viewing. Eighteen or not, men's eyes were on her. Before our meal arrived, my sister went to the restroom, and a minute later, a young waitress asked me if I was Diana's brother and that my sister needed my assistance. It turned out that the waitress was one of Lana's cousins, the daughter of the uncle that she was fucking, and my sister was in the staff's locker room.

"You have five minutes," the waitress said; Cindy was her name, I think.

My sister stood in the locker room, sideways to me, one high-heeled foot on the ground, and the one closest to me posted on a bench where employees could sit. Diana was toying with the straps around her ankle while the slit portion of her dress was thrown over the back of her ass to the right, leaving the profile of her smooth body naked from her waist down. Diana wasn't wearing panties, and her smooth, tan skin hardened my prick on the spot.

She didn't say a word as I walked behind her, pulled her dress to the side and completely off her ass, and caressed her ass cheeks and pussy lips with my hands. I bent low, licking her, kissing her, tonguing her crack and pucker, and then she reminded me that we didn't have much time. My cock came out, and I stuffed her pussy full of meat, my sister uttering soft fuck sounds as I slowly worked my prick through her juicy twat. Once I was inside her, I fucked her hard, making her titties shake. She lost her balance and had to straddle the bench. I followed her pussy, sat down behind her, and made her lay her tits and stomach flat on the bench. She had to bend her knees and ride the bench like a jockey in a race, her leg muscles straining as she fucked herself back onto my cock. I gave her a fucking, leaving her breathless. By the time we walked back to our table, there wasn't a person in the restaurant who couldn't tell that I had just ridden this stunning young woman to a leg-shaking orgasm.

"Fucking wrestlers," Diana said as she tried to fix her hair. Her lack of panties meant that she had to sit in my cum for the rest of our dinner. Once in her Civic, she made me lick her clean several times.

That night we made love, and the following morning we fucked against the floor-to-ceiling windows, then we went home after checkout.

Present Day

The wrestling season has started. That means long practices, weekday dual meets, and weekend tournaments, and our star senior is out with a broken collarbone. Poor Roy, but I couldn't feel bad about it, even if my sister was pissed that I was the guy responsible for his injury.

On the Monday following our night at the hotel, I asked her why she had chosen me to have a relationship, her own brother, when she could have any guy she wanted. It's not like you woke up one morning and decided that you wanted to become romantically involved with a family member. It took a while for her to answer, but she did answer me.

"Roy," Diana said. "It happened while I was dating him. One night, he was tired of kissing me and wanted more. He didn't want to listen to me when I told him no." She put her hand on my shoulder. "Don't interrupt me. We struggled. I managed to grab my phone, but I couldn't dial anyone. I accidentally hit the video record button." Diana frowned. "To get him off me before he could undo my jeans, I bit him on the neck hard enough to draw blood"--I've seen those scars on his neck--"the pain was enough to bring him back to reality."

"Why didn't you tell me," I asked, "or call the police?"

"Tell you, why? What the fuck could you do? And don't suggest one of those stupid scenarios where you come to my rescue by beating him up. That's a pathetic boy's daydream; you're not a boy, are you? Men who think like that stay single for a long time, and they spend their lives jerking off to rescue fantasies. Besides, I had a video of him trying to rape me. I had what intelligent people call leverage."

I kept quiet, but let's be honest, every man wants to be the hero, I sure did.

"I took the attempted rape video to his family, with a few friends of mine to watch my back. And his parents paid me to keep quiet about it, but I told them that I was keeping the video and that if I ever heard of Roy trying something like that again, I was going to the police."

"How much did they pay you?"

"One-hundred and fifty-thousand," Diana said, laughing. "And I get that same amount once again when we graduate. Roy's grandfather left him a small trust, so I'm sure it came from there."

I stared at my sister, wide-eyed and stunned. We came from wealthy families, but damn, that was a lot of money for a high school girl. This writing does no justice to how everything happened. I'm paraphrasing because it's almost too hard to believe sometimes.

"The money is in my closet," Diana said. "Something happened that night. What Roy had tried to do to me had turned me on, but only after it was over. I don't understand it. I was so fucking wet from thinking about it that I masturbated in the shower and then in my room when I got home, but I never thought of Roy. I touched myself to the idea of being forced by some faceless person that I trusted. Someone I knew would never hurt me. Someone I loved." Diana shook her head. "I talked to Lana about it, wondering if I was sick, and she told me that she fucks her uncle, and that's when my faceless lover became you for the first time."

I still had nothing to say.

"I thought my brother would never hurt me, and I've always thought you were sexy"--she smiled at me--"but you were an asshole--that's not fair--we didn't get along for some reason. But, I trust you to take care of me, so why not go after you? I don't know, but maybe that night fucked me up, or maybe it awoke something in me that was always there, but here we are, and I like being where we are."

I didn't know what to say. Sometimes there are no words, so I kissed my sister, and made love to her in her bedroom, followed by tying her hands behind her back--on her command--and blindfolding her. I fucked her from behind until she came on my cock, and then I turned her over and covered her tits with my jizz.

The next day, during practice, I dropped Roy on his collarbone while doing what we called the Fireman's Sprint--that's sprinting while we hold a teammate in a fireman's carry position across our shoulders. I don't know what I thought would happen, maybe a dislocated shoulder at most, a bruised ego, but I broke Roy's collarbone. When I dropped to the mat to check on him, I whispered, "For Diana," and he didn't say a word.

Diana was pissed when she found out, and she was right to be: it was a little boy's revenge, but she still fucked the hell out of me that night, riding my dick until it ached and then sucking my cock until I had no more nut to bust. Then she masturbated for me with her legs spread wide until she couldn't come anymore. She did it right in her room, with Abbey and Mom in the house. Diana didn't even care that they were home. She locked her door, and away we went. Fuck, she had been aggressive with me.

Over the next few weeks, I noticed my mother's eyes on me a lot. She also spent more time by the pool, under the sun, when I was home. She went out less, and she once asked me to rub her shoulders. I told Diana about this, and she said, "I know," without concern. Diana later added, "Mom gets lonely. Be nice to her; she's our mom."

Oh, and the "Mothers' Club" has started up again. That's the name Diana gave the group of mothers who throw the team-building parties for the senior wrestlers. I mentioned it to someone, and now we whisper that name amongst ourselves, always followed by awkward laughter and musings on whose mother would be wearing the skimpiest bikini that week. Our moms loved throwing their "team-building" parties. Pool parties, always, and I was starting to get a sick thrill out of them. Diana always attended the parties at our house, wearing the smallest G-string possible without being naked, and she always spent the party with me. No one says a thing, not even Mom, even when Diana sits on my lap while we break off into small groups and talk. If anything, the wrestlers, and their moms, look jealous. If they're thinking things about us, they're keeping it to themselves.

Abbey, that little spider-monkey, is becoming quite the wrestler. But, more importantly, she had found herself a guy she wanted as a boyfriend, but when he realized that she had wanted to be his girlfriend, he broke her heart. Abbey was just too boyish. She dressed like a boy, had short hair, cussed, and worst of all, she had no tits. I heard Diana telling her, "Don't worry, the right man will love your tits because he loves you." That didn't make Abbey happy.

I chaperoned one of Abbey's--I don't know what you call them--dates? It wasn't a Netflix and chill get-together, but it wasn't really a date either. She wasn't happy that I was there, but Diana was out with her friends, and Mom was at work, and Abbey still seemed so young to us. For her date, Abbey had decided to wear a bikini that Diana had bought for her, and what a fucking bikini it was.

The bra portion covered her small breasts, but her panties... I could see the cheeks of my sister's tight, little round butt. The thickest part of her bikini string was at the top of her crack, and my little sister, as thin and wiry as she was, had a heart-shaped gap between her lean legs. Whenever I saw my sister from behind, the blue cloth cradled her small pussy meat like an obscene, 3D hentai drawing. I don't think I would have noticed if it wasn't for my relationship with Diana.

I couldn't stop looking at Abbey and thinking of what kind of woman she was growing into. Was Abbey growing into another Diana? Fuck, I don't like thinking of Abbey in that way, do I? It didn't matter; Abbey wouldn't see me like that, would she?

Fuck.

When Diana came home, she joined us at the pool. She sat with me, then we wrestled, first in the water and then out of it. Diana wanted to learn what was so fun about wrestling. Abbey's boyfriend couldn't stop looking at Diana, and I noticed that Abbey's face took on a bitchy quality when I showed Diana the referee's position--that's the doggy style stance a lot of non-wrestlers make fun of. Diana insisted that we start like that, and even though Abbey was watching us, I methodically ran my hands over Diana's body while slowly transitioning her into different defensive positions.

We broke away from Abbey after that, going up to my room, where Diana made me work for her pussy. She put up quite the fight, which left her all creamy and soft between her thighs by the time I forced my cock into her. When we went back downstairs, Diana had changed into regular clothes, and I caught Abbey watching us whenever she thought we weren't looking.

Life went on like that for a while. The three ladies in my life became my biggest cheering section during my matches. Diana, who had never gone to a meet before, always brought Lana. After a dual meet or a tournament, I'd go out with Diana and Lana, and Diana and I could act like a real couple in front of her uncle-fucking friend. Abbey always wanted to go, but Mom wouldn't let her. I guess Abbey still had five years of absence to make up for. It was strange at first, with Lana there, even though I knew she knew our secret, but I got used to it. I also got used to her blue eyes as they watched Diana and me, and I got used to the handsy way that my sister and Lana liked to behave with each other.

One night, I overheard Diana and Abbey speaking. Abbey wanted to know why she couldn't get any of the boys she liked to kiss her. Diana told her that if she couldn't find a boy, maybe she should find a girl to kiss. And then I heard Diana say that if Abbey couldn't find a boy to kiss her by her next birthday, then Diana knew a man who would.

"A man?" Abbey asked. The little shit sounded excited.

"I know a really sexy man who will kiss you if I tell him to," Diana said, but she said no more after that.

So, Friday, I'm in the laundry room washing my sister's clothes, not just her G-strings, but her fucking clothes. It's my punishment for dropping Roy on his collarbone. It's not him she was mad about; it was my childish actions that she didn't have time for. Anyway, as I washed her clothes, Abbey walked into the laundry room, dressed in her pajama shirt and shorts.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Why do you do everything Diana tells you to do?" she asked.

"I don't," I said, shrugging. "Not everything."

"Why do you spend so much time with her?"

"I like her."

"But she's our sister. You've never liked her."

"That's not true," I said, frowning, then added, "I like you too."

Abbey blinked. "Like you like Diana?"

I forced the sigh beneath my chest back down as I said, "Yeah, sure."

What the fuck was I supposed to say? No?

I felt Abbey's eyes on me.

"What's up, kiddo?" I asked.

"Nothing," Abbey said and skipped out of the laundry room.

A few minutes later, Diana showed up, wearing a silk slip-dress and nothing else, her thick nipples hard and outlined perfectly. She made me plant my hands on the washer while she tongued my asshole, licked my balls, and jerked me off from behind. When I came, she let me use her mouth, looking up at me as she slowly pulled every last string of cum from my shaft.

Things in my house were different now. I think they have been for a long time, but I had never noticed before Diana seduced me.

Mom watches me, and I've seen her talking to Diana, one on one, and whenever I come across them in conversation together, Diana nods her head, and I go away. Mom doesn't question it, but Abbey was asking too many questions, and Lana was starting to flirt with me right in front of Diana. My sister only agrees with Lana when Lana calls me handsome, or strong, or healthy, or comments on how much stamina I have during my wrestling matches. She wanted to know how much more energy I'd have if I wrestled with a girl as small as her.

Diana laughed whenever Lana asked me this, and then my sister would say, "My brother never gets tired."

And the Wrestling Moms are drinking more at our "team-building" parties. The other day, one of them suggested we play chicken in the pool--ladies on the wrestlers' shoulders--but our mothers couldn't decide if the teams should be random or if they should be a mother and her son versus a mother and her son.

I don't know if I'm worried about how friendly our mothers are getting, excited, or both. Fuck it; I'm going to call it a night for this journal entry. Diana wants to go for a late-night drive, then she wants to park, and then she wants me to force her in the backseat of her Civic. She's bought a pair of tear-away panties that's she's been dying to try out. Maybe I'll write about that next week.

Timmy out.

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