Esther and Star Ch. 06

Sweet, sweet brother? What happened, I wondered, to brother mine? What happened to dumbass?

Star clutched me in her arms. Her right hand slid behind my head, and she pulled me down for a kiss. I let her.

She held it.

Shit. Whatever.

She kept going.

Fuck.

Star's tongue delved into my mouth for a moment, and then she drew back.

I glanced at Esther. She had been watching us. There was no expression to see except for her eyes. She looked like a hungry woman examining a dish utterly unfamiliar to her.

Star watched me expectantly, an energized grin on her face.

I said, "I love you, too, Star."

Clasping her hands together between her tits, Star bounced on her tippy-toes a few times and said, "Will you guys kiss for me?"

I'm not sure I could recall a time she seemed more excited. She was like a kid standing behind the turnstile in the number one spot of a new roller coaster.

Esther and I looked at one another. I gave a small shrug—a sort of "want to?" gesture.

She smiled.

We came together.

I didn't think I had felt a kiss like that from her in a long, long time. I tried to read the kiss, as Star had taught me. She was soft and yielding. If I was right, Esther was ready to let me control things.

I heard Star whisper, "Fuck, that's hot."

Esther laughed, and so we broke away from each other, turning to Star.

Her eyes bored into Esther's. Star asked, "Do you want to? What we talked about?"

Esther didn't respond. She glanced at me, suddenly looking nervous. She nodded, saying, "If you'll help me."

Star smiled, saying, "But, not for me. For you. If it's what you want."

Esther glanced at me.

I looked from her to Star, confused.

Esther whispered, "I want to suck his cock."

Now astonished, I turned abruptly toward Esther. She was so nervous she was shaking.

Star smiled, took her hand, and said, "Let me show you."

Esther looked confused, but she nodded.

Star knelt in front of me; Esther followed.

My heart pumped like pistons in a race car.

"Watch," Star whispered. She reached toward my belt, unlatching and throwing it open almost with a flick of her wrist. Her fingers delved inside my waistband, quickly unbuttoning my trousers. She unzipped them. They fell to my ankles.

Without pausing, Star drew the waistband of my boxers over my cock and my balls, leaving them stretched between my thighs just above the knees.

"Star...?" Esther began.

Star gently shushed her and said, "Watch what I do."

Esther glanced up at me with alarm.

I drew deep, silent breaths. I must have looked like a man who didn't give a fuck. Anticipation and desire surged within me. I gave Esther a small glance while I waited for Star.

Star's fingers curled around the semi-limp shaft and drew it horizontal. She licked her lips and bent to it, her glistening mouth falling open.

"Star, you don't have to do this!" Esther urged.

Star froze mere fractions from the tip, turning toward Esther.

Esther whispered, "He's your brother!"

She smiled, uttering, "Let me show you."

Esther blinked twice without speaking, and then she nodded.

I gasped when I felt Star's tongue and her tender, wet lips. Drawing a deep breath, I felt Esther's eyes take in my reaction before returning her gaze to Star's mouth.

Her head came and went, came and went, bending slowly on each gyration. She was gentle and passionate; she sucked my cock like she wanted me to feel so, so good.

And she did. My cock had been the clay; her mouth the kiln. She fired me into rock and then drew off with a wet, sticky smack.

Esther and Star stared at one another. Esther looked at my cock and then back to Star. She swallowed. She said, "Star, you—you just put your mouth on your brother's penis."

Star shook her head, and with a gasping laugh, responded, "No, I just sucked his cock."

Esther smiled at the jest briefly; then her face became inquisitive. "But—but, you liked it?"

Star nodded enthusiastically, and then she said, "Kiss me. Kiss me and taste him."

Esther tentatively bent toward my sister in a kind of assent. Star closed the gap, and they kissed. Esther was hesitant, but when Star's hands began to sample and cup Esther's tits, the intensity ramped up. I could see the tiny movements of their tongues in quick undulations upon each of their cheeks.

Star pulled back, asking, "Could you taste him?"

Esther nodded. "I think so."

Star grinned. "Watch this now."

Her head dove between my legs. I watched her lips stretch out and latch onto my sack. Suddenly, one of my testicles disappeared into Star's mouth as if swept down a drain. My cock rested across her face, part of it touching the side of her nose, the end riding across her forehead.

For several seconds, Star's mouth and tongue massaged my ball in wetness. When it eeked from her lips, Star dragged her tongue over the sack and along the shaft to the front, finishing with a soft kiss upon the very tip.

Star glanced at Esther. Her voice had a sing-song quality when she explained, "It's fun—look at him."

They did.

I have no doubt that I looked like a man willing to do anything for the pleasure to resume.

Did they expect me to say something? I wondered. But, it didn't matter. I couldn't speak.

Star said, "It shouldn't be me doing this, Esther. He's your husband."

Esther looked at Star. Star met her eyes and led them to my cock.

I watched Esther stare at it. In all the time I knew her, her face had never been so close to my penis.

In fact, I'm not sure I'd ever seen her look at it—really look at it.

Star rose and drew near the shaft. "Come on," she urged, kissing it.

Esther came nearer, taking a position on the opposite side.

Star kissed it again.

Esther's lips pursed, and she pressed them into the fat, pink tip.

Star licked the side of the shaft.

Esther did, too.

Star smiled encouragingly and then engulfed the head, nursing it for a moment before loosening away.

Esther glanced at me.

My heart thudded. I felt like I couldn't breathe or move, much less speak. My entire body trembled. Somehow, I nodded.

My wife, for the first time, wrapped her lips around my cock.

Without realizing I had done it, my head tipped back and I groaned, "Oh, fuck that's good, Esther."

Glancing down at her, I saw her eyes widen, and she stared at me with my cock in her mouth. I couldn't help myself—I started laughing.

It wasn't derisive. It was joy, and I think Esther knew it. Her eyes formed little crescents. It was her smile. It made her absolutely beautiful. Her lips couldn't smile with my penis in her mouth, but her eyes could.

She didn't stop. In fact, Esther's head began to slowly take in more. With near half of the length immersed inside of her mouth, Esther's lips slid back and forth.

Star whispered, "Oh, my gosh, you're making him feel so amazing right now. Keep doing that."

Esther hummed a small note of understanding.

On her knees, Star moved behind Esther. She nestled against Esther's body, nuzzling into her long hair. It looked like Star had begun kissing Esther's neck.

Star's hands held Esther's hips. Then, they slid under her shirt and upward. I watched Star's hands creep under the blouse until they reached her tits, and they squeezed.

Esther moaned, and my cock felt every tiny vibration.

I watched the rhythm of Star's hands upon Esther's breasts—pressing, and then cupping and expressing them at a methodical, plodding tempo. Then, I gazed at Esther's lips crawling down my cock, coating the entire shaft in sultry heat before easing back to begin again.

Star's hands moved, arresting my attention. They slid down, down.

Esther squeaked into my erection.

I leaned to peer at the action below. Stars fingers opened Esther's shorts, revealing her white lacy panties. Both hands slid under the waistband and back. Down and back. Down, again, they rubbed and came back.

Then, Star left one hand on Esther's tummy, and the other slid all the way down and under.

Esther moaned.

I grunted.

Star's face emerged from Esther's neck. Her eyes met mine, and she knew. She said, "He loves it, Esther. He's going to cum."

Esther's shorts wiggled with the new energy Star poured into pleasuring her.

I could scarcely hear Star whisper in Esther's ear. "Remember what I told you: he's going to give you his love. His love is what's pouring from him. Welcome it. Take it all."

Esther hummed.

Star looked at me. "Soon. Keep going, Esther."

Esther hummed again.

My body was a wildfire. The pleasure—wanting it to rage on, go higher—burned within me. I needed more fuel.

She looked at me—Esther did—and it was over. Her eyes were the jug of gasoline tossed into the flames.

I called Esther's name. My core flexed.

Star said, "You can do it, Esther."

Her eyes still fixed on mine, a torrent of jets began streaming through me. On my cock, I felt the soft undulations of her mouth and throat. I heard the sound of each gulp. I had wished for this moment for so long that I wanted to fucking roar, but the pleasure was so acute that I stifled everything.

The pulses ebbed. I let out the breath I had been holding.

"You did good. You did great," Star cheered.

Esther swallowed one more time before slipping free of my cock and sitting back on heels.

"Didn't she?" Star asked, sending a loaded look to me.

Between deep breaths, I said. "Yes. Fuck, yes. Incredible. I loved it. Thank you, Esther."

At some point, Star must have pulled her hands out from inside Esther's panties because she was hugging Esther from behind.

Esther looked up at me, asking, "Did you really like it?"

"Yeah, Ess. I loved it."

"See?" Star said, gripping Esther's body in a tight hug. "You did it."

Esther put a hand over one of Star's, rubbing for a moment. She twisted her face back towards Star's. "It was easy. I didn't think it would be so easy."

"See?" Star responded, releasing the hug and giving Esther a little shove.

Esther laughed. She glanced up at me, and her face grew serious.

I didn't say anything. I just nodded.

Esther's lips curled into a shy grin. She told me, "I liked it."

Star rose to her feet. She said, "Let's go to my bedroom."

She meant all three of us.

***

Show me two dudes kissing, and I want nothing more than to get away from it as quickly as possible.

Show me two women making out? Fuck, I could watch that all day. Get me a tub of popcorn and a Coke, maybe some Milk Duds. I'm good. Do you have this in 3D? I'll pay the extra. What about IMAX?

What I liked about watching Star and Esther make out was that it felt like I was watching a movie. Not that it didn't seem real. Not that I was just a spectator to them and nothing more. Really, it was because they weren't doing it to entertain me.

They were doing it because they wanted it. Not once did Esther or Star glance at me as if to check and see if I liked the show. They focused on each other.

I sat on the floor under Star's torn rainbow unicorn poster and watched them.

Yes, I did feel a bit like coach had benched me.

But, I didn't care. After Esther's blowjob, I needed to be benched for a few minutes. Plus, I wanted to be benched. Sometimes when you're on the playing field, you can't enjoy the game.

Star and Esther never spoke. The only sounds I heard were soft moans and gasps. The room smelled like pussy. There were no devices—dildos, strap-ons, or vibrators—just two naked female bodies on a clean bed, piled with cool pillows and downy blankets.

Star took control at first, getting on top and exploring Esther's body with her hands, lips, and tongue.

What surprised me was how free Esther was with herself, giving Star unfettered access to anywhere my sister wanted.

Star liked everything about my wife, but the few early moments that arrested me involved Star's interest in Esther's ass. At one point, Star put Esther on her belly, climbing over Esther at her calves. From that position, Star groped Esther's ass for a few seconds. Then, as if finding touching wasn't satisfying enough, Star bent forward, clasped and framed Esther's two globes in her hands, and began sucking the flesh of Esther's ass-kissing, licking, and sucking.

And Esther not only let this happen, but seemed to enjoy the attention. She watched what she could over her shoulder with her bottom lip hanging low. She moaned encouragingly.

Then, Star rose and lifted my wife to her knees. Star hands slid all over Esther's ass before gently opening her wide. Then I watched the back of Star's head bent toward the opening she'd made.

Stunned, I quietly moved to a better vantage point.

Star's face was inside Esther's ass and not at the level of my wife's pussy. Esther arms and head snuggled into the uneven folds of a nearby blanket, and she sighed contentedly.

This ass-licking lasted for a minute or so before one of Star's hands came up near her face, and she began pushing one finger, and then two into Esther's vagina.

Esther loved it.

When Star had satisfied herself that way, she urged Esther onto her back. Still without a word, Star raised Esther's legs and climbed between, right up against her as if she were a man ready to fuck Esther.

I stood and walked to the side of the bed. They could not have cared less.

Star slid her hands under Esther's ass and raised it from the bed. Esther, sensing this pressure, helped. She grabbed her ankles and hauled backward. Star raised her the remainder of the way. When they had found the position Star was after, they stopped.

Esther had been rolled back onto her shoulders. Star supported much of the weight of Esther's core by wrapping her arms around Esther's tummy. Esther's pussy—and anus—were as if placed flat upon a table or a trough from which Star might devour.

And she did.

I mentioned earlier about how I wasn't sure I could ID Esther's pussy in a line-up and how I wasn't sure I had ever seen her asshole. Not anymore.

I would be lying if I said I never had the urge to join them. I did. I wanted to sit next to Star and sup on Esther's pussy together with her. I could list twenty other things I wanted to do as I gazed upon the female flesh before me.

But, I wanted them to do their thing. I figured when I was needed, one or both would ask for me. Besides, the view was gorgeous. I didn't need to climb and fuck around on the Grand Canyon to enjoy it.

I liked how Esther responded to Star. Bent over herself as she was, she still enjoyed herself and regarded Star intently. Apparently, she liked the view of her pussy being eaten. She looked like a sports parent who had, herself, been an amazing athlete, watching a child play the sport she at which she had been such a prodigy. There was a certain "yes, do that" and "good, yes, keep going" in her expression, though she didn't speak.

That Star loved eating pussy, there was no doubt—or maybe, more accurately, that Star wanted to give sexual pleasure to others, men or women, there was no doubt. She fed off Esther's satisfaction.

I could see the shine of my wife's fluids all over Star's face. And Star had no inhibitions about cunnilingus. She used her tongue, her nose, her chin, and her lips. She licked, kissed, tongue-fucked, nose-fucked, chin-fucked, sucked, lapped, and nursed on Esther's pussy.

Esther's orgasm was spectacularly beautiful. She was relatively quiet and subdued, but one could see in her face the struggle, the battle with pleasure so intense that it hurt. I loved the way her chin pushed upward, the way her mouth opened and barely a sound came out except for a stifled gasp, the way her eyes watched Star and pinched shut—watched and pinched shut—as each wave of her orgasm struck with greater and greater force.

When she couldn't take any more, Esther did, finally, cry out. It was an airy, almost voiceless scream. Her body heaved and writhed two, maybe three times, and then she sagged.

Star relented, letting Esther's hips glide back down to the bed. Then, she crawled over the top of Esther, and they kissed. After, Star laid on her side next to Esther and snuggled, occasionally dragging her fingertips lightly over Esther's tummy and tits. Esther seemed to sink into a light, blissful sleep.

Star turned to me with a pleading look in her eyes. I edged closer to her and leaned down, but she didn't speak. She reached back with one hand and tugged on my shorts.

Quickly, I pulled them down and threw off my shirt. My hard cock wobbled.

Star beckoned me into the bed behind her, so I slid into a spooning position against her warm, smooth body. I kissed her shoulder.

Star whispered, but not to me. "Esther?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you mind if your husband puts his cock inside me?"

I was already there, having raised one of Star's beautiful thighs and wiggled her open with the tip of my cock. It rested, snug at her wet entrance while we awaited Esther's response.

I couldn't see Esther, but Star's request was followed by silence as if my wife's brain were still processing the request. Then, I heard Esther's voice—no longer a whisper. "What?"

I didn't care. Star's pussy felt too good. Before my sister could repeat the question, I rolled us onto my back.

Star gasped.

I clutched her tits for purchase and drove my cock inside her.

Star's head tilted back and she moaned with satisfaction. Her tender neck was right there for my lips, and I sucked on it while I began to fuck her. My hands groped her tits firmly, but never recklessly.

The felt the bed beside me move. I heard sheets swish, and I saw Esther rise and take in what was happening.

Star must have felt it, too. Her head bent away from mine, and I heard her breathlessly mutter, "I need this, Esther. Don't be..."

I increased the pace of my thrusts, and Star, unable to complete her words, finished with a cry of pleasure.

Esther moved from view, and I wondered if she was upset. I could see this all being somewhat intimidating to her. Earlier, she had seen her lover—my sister—suck my cock. Now, she was watching brother and sister fuck. Esther might have felt like an outsider. There were years and years of non-sexual intimacy between Star and me that Esther could never hope to overcome.

Then, I felt Esther's hands on my legs and Star's. I glanced down. My wife tugged Star's legs apart and straddled mine.

For a moment, I lost sight of her.

Then I found her. The top half of her face appeared like a sunrise between Star's legs.

Star gasped in surprise. Then, she hollered with sudden, wild pleasure.

I felt Esther's tongue graze my shaft and vanish. Then, again. And again.

My wife, I had to assume, was licking Star's clit while my cock rocked in and out of Star's pussy.

It was so like Esther to find something helpful to do. She was never one to sit around, and I supposed it kind of answered my earlier question about her possibly being intimidated.

She may have felt a bit threatened by Star and me, but she was not going to let it scare her off.

Star's climax was shockingly strong. Her neck bending down so as to watch Esther, Star began to scream. One moment, her body was warm, smooth, and soft. The next, her entire body flexed, and it was like she was made of hot steel. Even her tits in my hands seemed to go rigid.

She hollered, "Yes!" several times in synch with the thrusting of my cock, and the last one hung in the air, less like a word and more like a call for help.

Star's body slackened. Esther sat on her heels.

I rolled Star back on her side, my cock still rooted deep in her pussy. The moment I withdrew it, I knew I needed more. The urge to cum had never felt stronger.

My first thought was to finish myself inside Star, to stick it back inside her and go. I stared at Star's ass, thinking.

Esther had been moving, I realized, because suddenly she wasn't. I glanced at her.