Confusion and Pleasure

Maggy returned with her plastic cock and soon their mouths were glued together again. Before long articles of clothing were flying every which way. I didn't even pretend to watch the TV anymore. My sights were set on them. Jennifer was lying on her back, gloriously exposed, and Maggy was at her tits, pleasuring them with her mouth. I wanted more than anything to join them, but that was my sister. I couldn't do that.

Jennifer had her hands tangled up in my sister's wild mane while Maggy worked her tongue in ever constricting circles around Jennifer's nipples. Obviously Jennifer was enjoying the attention her breasts were receiving. She was in so much pleasure I think she had even forgotten to be meek. She had her head thrown back over the arm rest, and her eyes were closed while her mouth was wide open and letting loose little noises that attempted to do justice to the sensations racing along her nerves. I wanted nothing more than to stick my tongue in that adorable mouth, but I restrained myself for the time being.

Soon Maggy was completely naked as well, and she had her lover get up on her hands and knees. I couldn't help but notice that my sister's hair down there was just as wild and nearly as red. How sexy! Jennifer's shyness seemed to return once she was facing me, and I think Maggy got off on it.

"You want me to fuck you while my big sister watches, don't you Jennifer."

All she could manage was a meek little "Yes."

"Letting her see us excites you doesn't it."

Again, she squeaked out an affirmative response.

"Ask me for it Jennifer. What do you want me to do?"

For a moment she couldn't force it out, but finally came a whisper of "Fuck me."

"Louder, love."

She repeated it, louder this time. "Fuck me."

"More."

"Fuck me in front of your sister."

"More."

"Fuck me in the pussy with your big plastic cock, in front of your sister."

"What's the magic word Jennifer."

"Please . . . " she whined.

I guess that was enough for Maggy, because she started to rub the cock at her lover's entrance, and then to slowly insert it. All this time Jennifer kept getting redder and redder, and once again I could not help but think that she was the cutest thing in the world.

Maggy started off really slow, but soon she was thrusting in and out of the good little churchy girl rapidly. Jennifer just moaned and sighed as my sister made love to her. I was kind of disappointed that she didn't talk dirty like she had before, but I guess I probably shouldn't complain too much.

Now Maggy was fucking her hard enough that the slap of flesh was loud, and Jennifer's big boobs wobbled back and forth slightly out of sync with Maggy's movements. Her moans were getting closer and closer to screams, and I could tell it wouldn't be long before she exploded in orgasm. I couldn't take any more stimulation. I pulled off my jeans and my panties, and right or wrong I began to masturbate myself right in front of my sister. I felt dirty doing this, especially while she was fucking another woman. But I guess that was part of what excited me. I don't know how I lasted as long as I did, as turned on as I was. Soon Jennifer was cumming, and then so was I. Both of us cried our pleasure out loud, and then the three of us lay there, panting.

Then Maggy seemed to have just noticed what I had done, and it was my turn to be embarrassed. However she spoke to Jennifer, not to me.

"I think you got my sister all excited. You got her to finger herself. You dirty little girl."

Jennifer was on her back again. Maggy's mouth was on her again, first at her mouth, then moving down her neck to suck at her breasts. Then Jennifer's mouth was on my sister's perky breasts, licking and nibbling her erect and protruding nipples.

"I want to ride your face love. Get into position please."

Jennifer slid her head down off the head rest and down the couch, so her legs were hanging off the other end. Then Maggy straddled her face, and her lover's tongue shot out to pleasure her pussy. She clutched her delicious little breasts just like she had when I saw her the other night, and all the while she still wore the strapon.

Soon I was turned on again, and I thought about pleasuring myself some more, but I reconsidered. I was more than a little freaked out about what I had done in front of my little sister. But still I watched as she ground herself against Jennifer's face until she climaxed. I went to bed without a word, and I was so spent from our short encounter that for the first time since mom and dad flew out I fell right to sleep.

I woke well into the morning feeling absolutely fantastic. I had slept a full eleven hours, something I hadn't done since I was sixteen. I got up, wearing only my tank-top again, and walked to the kitchen to make myself some coffee. I had to walk through the living room to get there, and discovered Jennifer and Maggie asleep on the living room floor. They were both still naked. Jennifer lay on her back with a pillow under her head, and Maggie lay atop her with her face pillowed between those glorious breasts. She still wore the strapon.

"Great," I thought. "If this keeps up and going to end up rubbing my clit off." Once again my pussy began to cream. I got out of there before I started dripping on the carpet and started the coffee. I waited in the kitchen for it to finish, and then decided to drink it in the kitchen as well. Going back through the living room would only force me to deal with the confusion that came with being attracted to my little sister.

Half way through the cup though, in walked my sister wearing nothing but the strapon. "Pour me a cup would you Sophie."

I meant to respond, but instead I stood gaping at the plastic cock. I was shocked that she would so nonchalantly wear that unnatural appendage around the house.

"You like it? It turns Jennifer on just to see me wear it, so once it goes on I don't take it off until I have to. Sometimes I even wear it under my clothes." She giggled.

She could have done anything she wanted to me right then, sister or no. I would have been completely hers if she had only acted. But she didn't. Instead she poured herself a cup of coffee (I was still busy staring), and walked back out to the living room. I tried only halfway successfully to distract myself by doing the dishes. Eventually I ran out, and had to go back through the living room on the way back to my bedroom.

However I never made it to my bedroom, as I found Maggie and Jennifer making love again on the floor. They were in the same position they had slept in, with Maggie laying atop her lover humping her slowly. I didn't even try to resist the temptation anymore, I simply plopped myself down on the couch and went to work on my pussy.

Maggie and Jennifer had their lips glued together, so there wasn't much in the way of sound at first. Then Maggie moved her mouth to Jennifer's neck, nipping and sucking the skin there. Then I could hear Jennifer's delightful moans and grunts. I pulled my legs up onto the couch and pressed my feet against my ass, spreading my thighs apart and exposing myself as much as possible.

"Faster, please, fuck me faster Maggie," Jennifer whined.

Maggie propped herself up on her outstretch arms and complied, plowing into her lover's voluptuous body and making it move in the most beautiful ways. Those tits that I had come to adore so much was bouncing back and forth, and as frequency of the bouncing increased so did the speed of Jennifer's high pitched half-scream half-moans. Soon she came, the pleasure escaping her body in one long, whiny scream.

They still lay on the floor, their limbs now entwined, kissing passionately for a few moments. Meanwhile, my fingers continued their little dance of ecstasy over my clit. I needed desperately to cum. Maggie disengaged herself and came over to where I sat. My heart stopped.

"Sophie. I want you to eat my pussy."

I just sat, staring with my jaw dropped down to the floor. This seemed to have become a rather common response for me. Somewhere deep down inside me I was sickened by the idea. Sisters don't have sex with each other. There was a voice in the deep recesses of my mind telling me to get up and run. But the throbbing of my clit and the sight of my sister's petite body drowned out that little voice.

"Will you, please?"

I nodded, incapable of any other response. She stood on the couch on her knees, and moved her crotch to my face. I licked tentatively at her slit a few times, before burying my nose in her beautiful pubic hair. Soon I got a feel for what I was doing. I ran my tongue awkwardly from the bottom of her labia to the top, splitting them apart as much as I could, before lapping at her clit. This cycle seemed to be working on her, so I repeated it. As I became more comfortable I resumed my own stimulations.

But when Maggie noticed this she stopped me. She grabbed my wrists and brought my hands up to her nipples. I wanted desperately to get myself off, but she had the power of command over me now, and I would do whatever she wanted.

"Not yet Sophie. It's my turn right now."

As I played with her nipples she threw her head back and let out a long slow moan. She began to grind her hips ever so slightly against my face.

"Oh yes. Just like that, sis."

On odd and unexpected pride began to grow in me. I was pleased that I was making my sister feel this good. I was very confused right then, but the sexual high I was experiencing overwhelmed everything else.

As Maggie got closer to cumming, she grabbed my wrists again and pinned them to the couch. Now she was humping my face. It was difficult to keep my tongue where I wanted it, but she didn't seem to mind much. Soon she came all over my face. She pulled her pussy away from me and looked into my eyes, smiling. I returned the smile, proud to have made her feel that way.

"Now it's your turn."

She sank down unto her butt beside me and placed her hand between my thighs, rubbing up and down around the outside of my pussy. I'm sure she could see in my eyes how desperately I needed to cum, but still she only teased me. Every time she came near my clit little electric pulses of pleasure would travel up my spine and hit my brain, making me more and more desperate for release. Had I been able to speak I would have begged her to make me cum. I would have begged my little sister to stick her fingers in me and fuck me to orgasm. Instead I dug my fingers into the back of the couch and thrashed my head about while I moaned in pleasure and in frustration.

Finally she inserted two of her fingers and fucked me as deep as she could. She was strong but gentle at the same time. She pushed herself into me until she could go no farther. Her fingers roamed around and explored my depths. She made my pussy hers, and in doing so gave me the most intense pleasure. It didn't take long before I felt an explosion between my legs and I screamed out my pleasure.

I had just been fucked by my sister! It had been heavenly, but now my head was out of the clouds and I was left to consider the consequences. What did this mean for me? For our relationship? Am I a lesbian? I didn't know the answers to any of these questions. It was far too much to think about in one sitting.

I sat for I don't know how long with my head resting against Maggie's shoulder, simply finding pleasure in the closeness. When I raised my head, I found my sister with her lips planted on mine. She made love to my mouth with her tongue, probing everywhere, sticking it deeper than I thought it could go.

This didn't seem like a spontaneous kiss. There was no hesitation; this seemed like something planned. I found myself thinking that maybe nothing my sister had done over the last few days had been spontaneous. Perhaps every move she had made was made with the intention of seducing me. I didn't know, and the more I thought about it the more I didn't care. I was in heaven.

As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. Unfortunately so did our sexual encounter that morning. We all knew that our parents would be returning that afternoon, so we broke off and prepared for their return. Jennifer said her farewells and returned to her own home. It may have just been my imagination, but her shyness towards me seemed to be dissipating.

When mom and dad finally got home, things went back to how they had been before, awkward, though now for different reasons. I didn't know how to act or what to say. My mind was constantly occupied with what had happened. It didn't help that Maggy seemed intent on ignoring that it ever had happened. I felt many things: disappointment, loneliness, even a little like I had been used and discarded. But most of all I felt a great yawning emptiness that I had not known was there before.

After this time seemed to fly by, and my time back at home was over. When I had first come down I had expected to be happy to escape the situation by the time I left. Now I was not sure what I felt. Confusion was probably the foremost emotion in my mind, if that can even be considered an emotion. I no longer knew what to feel, especially towards my sister. I loved her as a sister, but the unusual extent to which we had shared physical intimacy suggested a different kind and depth of love. One thing was for sure, I wouldn't be satisfied with men anymore.

When it came time to say goodbye, there were a thousand things running through my head to say to Maggy. Finally I said just one, "Thank you for opening my eyes."