Jasmine Fantasies: Sister Threesome

"What are you thinking?" Hazel asked.

"What? Oh, nothing," I answered, as I realized I had zoned out.

"You were thinking about something," Hazel said, her voice a little sing-song, as if she knew what I was thinking, which was impossible.

"Just how crazy this whole conversation is," I said, which was partly true... although it went a lot deeper than that.

"You don't know the half of it," Hazel said.

"So it seems," I agreed, just as our food arrived.

"To be continued," she said, as she moved her silky soft feet away.

"I can't wait," I said with a sarcastic tone, but underneath that façade, I was very much looking forward to it.

We ate in relative silence, with generic conversations about work and travel, things we usually talked about, until we finished and Hazel asked Morgan, "Think we could get the waitress back to your place?"

Morgan smiled, "Likely. She's been fawning over us all night."

"Well, your frank conversation probably shocked her," I added.

"Yet she keeps checking on us," Hazel pointed out.

"I guess," I said, the waitress a pretty black woman with huge tits and a wide ass. Sadly, no nylons under her black skirt.

"Pussy is my favorite dessert," Morgan added.

"Wait," I realized, from Hazel's earlier words, especially the word 'we', "what do you mean we could take her to your place?"

"We play together sometimes," Hazel said, as the waitress arrived.

"Can I get you any dessert?" she asked.

"What time do you get off?" Hazel asked bluntly.

"Pardon?" she asked, surprised.

"Well, we're going back to my sister's place for a nightcap, and we wouldn't mind some chocolate for dessert," Hazel bluntly and wickedly offered.

"Oh my," she said.

"Or you can have some dessert yourself," Hazel added.

"I'm meeting my boyfriend," she said.

"Well, if you change your mind," Hazel said, "the offer is open."

"Any dessert... here?" she asked.

"No, we're good," Hazel spoke for all of us.

"Okay," she said, walking away looking frazzled.

I couldn't help but say, "It looks like some people do say no to you."

"It's not over," Hazel said, "she's already drawn in."

"Hazel always lands her pet," Morgan added.

"How often do you two go on the hunt for cunt together?" I asked, a little annoyed that they were spending time together without me, while also trying to sound witty with my rhyme.

"A lot, lately," Hazel answered.

"And you left me out?" I asked, rather hurt. Here I'd been fantasizing about 'being in their company' for who knows how long, and they'd already possibly breached the incest barrier and at the very minimum been having lesbian encounters with other women.

"You want to hunt," she paused for a moment before quoting me, "for cunt?"

"I didn't say that," I clarified, then smiled, "But I also didn't not say that."

"Does my baby sister want to explore her sexuality?" Hazel asked, talking to me with an amused smirk.

"I'm not saying whether I do or don't," I responded, as the waitress returned with our bill.

Hazel took it and said, pulling a card from her purse, "For when you change your mind."

"Um, okay," she said, accepting the card.

Hazel then handed her her credit card.

Five minutes later, we were in an uber and heading back to Morgan's house.

I asked, "What are we going to do at Morgan's?"

"Continue our anti-Valentine's Day," Morgan said.

"Which is?" I asked.

"Some deep sexual soul searching," Hazel answered.

"I don't even know what that means," I said.

"Oh, you'll find out," Hazel replied in the same ominous tone both my sisters had used on a few occasions. It was as if they were both in on a secret, and I was on the outside.

As we drove, I also wondered about their sexual adventures together. It seemed clear they had had a threesome or more with another girl. What was the possibility my sisters had actually committed incest? What were the odds my greatest fantasy was already happening without me included? It seemed unlikely, but both Morgan's and Hazel's words, and even actions, hinted at just such a thing.

We got to Hazel's house and once inside we had drinks in our hand, our heels off and were sitting in her living room.

"All right," Hazel said. "Truth or dare time."

"We aren't in college anymore," I pointed out, the only time we'd played truth or dare.

"With one wrinkle," Hazel added.

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's strip truth or dare," she explained.

"What's that?" I asked again.

"You remove a piece of clothing before asking each question," she said. "But the nylons stay on."

"Then I'll be naked after a single question," I pointed out, since we'd all discarded our shoes just inside the door.

Hazel laughed, "Right, but I guess we all will."

"Let's just do it," Morgan said, taking off her dress to reveal a huge pair of impressively still firm tits.

"Okay," Hazel said, standing up and removing her dress too. She too had firm tits, not as big as Hazel's, but larger than mine. Her pussy was also shaved smooth. I couldn't help but stare.

"Why?" I asked, remaining the only one not naked.

"We're sisters, Jasmine," Hazel said. "We've seen each other naked lots of times."

"I guess," I agreed, "but that was long ago.

"Get your dress off, now," Hazel ordered.

"Is that an order?" I asked, giving a rather obvious hint at my submissiveness and my need to be told what to do to before actually going along with it.

"It is one, Jasmine, take your dress off now," she ordered.

I nodded, almost saying 'yes, Mistress,' words I had written likely 500 times in previous stories, and imagined myself saying it just as many times to my friends, students and sisters.

"Good girl," Hazel purred, using the same psychological approach I often used when creating strong but caring Mistresses. Firm and always in control, but also soft and supportive when the pet is obedient.

"I feel like a pet," I said purposely.

"Maybe you are one," she said.

"Truth," Morgan said, looking at me, clearly wanting to get the game started.

"Um," I pondered, thinking I couldn't ask what I really wanted, at least not yet, which was, 'have you had sex with our eldest sister,' so I asked, "When did you last eat a pussy?"

"Lunchtime today," she answered.

"Oh my," I gasped, not expecting to hear that.

"I have it almost every day," Morgan added.

"I wish," I said, accidentally letting it out that my curiosity was real.

"Oh, I imagine we can resolve that," Hazel said, although I couldn't read whether she meant she could set me up with a pussy to dine on, or whether, and I still assumed this was wishful thinking, she meant her own.

"I was kidding," I lied.

"Sure, sure," Hazel said, not believing me at all. "Truth or dare, Jasmine?"

"Um," I paused. Each choice had different risks. I was a terrible liar, so if they asked the right question, I wouldn't be able to lie. I also wasn't much of a risk taker, my online persona being where 99 percent of my wild side was explored.

"It's an easy question," Hazel said.

"Not here with you two," I joked. "Fine. Dare."

Hazel pondered this for a minute. "Get on all fours and be my pet."

"Your pet?" I asked, the idea being stimulating, terrifying, and possibly humiliating.

"Yes, I want you to be my cute little pet," she nodded. "Hands and knees, my pet."

"Fine," I sighed as dramatically as possible as I got on all fours, even as I felt a little wetness leak out of me.

"Good girl," Hazel said, in the exact same way I imagined my many Mistress characters saying it: encouraging, and yet with a tone that implied a hierarchy was being formed.

"Truth or dare, big sis?" Morgan asked.

"Truth of course, I'm an open book," Hazel answered.

"Do you find Jasmine hot being on all fours like that?" Morgan asked.

"Of course I do," Hazel answered, looking right at me, making my pussy tingle again as I felt I was becoming a character in my own story. "Actually, it's pretty fucking hot."

"Why?" I asked, wanting to hear the answer.

"Because you're a hot little piece of ass," Hazel answered, as I remained on all fours, praying I would be ordered to do something.

"Well, that's hard to argue," I responded wittily.

"That you are," Hazel said. "If you weren't my sister."

Pushing her, I asked, almost challenging her to take me, "What, Hazel? What would you do if I weren't your sister?"

She slowly parted her legs, in my mind in slow motion, and said, as I prepared for her to order me to crawl between her nylon-clad legs, "Oh, in that case I would change your life."

Not backing down, I shrugged, giving a rather blunt hint I was ready for incestuous play without actually saying I was ready for it, "I could definitely use a change in my life."

Hazel closed her legs, teasing me relentlessly. She had to know the impact she was having on me, as she sighed, "Too bad you're my sister."

"Too bad indeed," I said, my tone conveying my disappointment.

"Truth," Morgan said, reminding me she was still in the room.

"Oh, right," I said, looking at her for the first time in a bit. "Whose pussy did you eat today?" I was praying it was Hazel's. I couldn't explain it, other than the obvious interactions between them and the innuendo, but I sensed it was.

Unfortunately, her answer only added to the intrigue, "My Mistress."

"Who is your Mistress?" I asked.

She shrugged, "That will have to wait until the next question."

"Fine," I sighed, frustrated that my assumption, or at least my hope, was still unanswered.

"Truth or dare?" Hazel asked me.

I considered truth, and yet if this was happening, or at least what I thought may be happening, I didn't want to be the one to start it... especially if I was wrong. As although there was lots of evidence that both my sisters may be interested in some lesbian incest... I could be wrong, I mean perhaps I had been writing fictional over the top fantasies for so long I was beginning to see the world as one crazy porn story. So, I said, letting Hazel again take control, "Dare."

Hazel said, looking down at me, "I assumed you'd be more a truth person."

"You only see what I want you to see," I replied, hinting at my secret submissive side, my secret erotica writer side, my secret lesbian side, my secret holder of incestuous fantasies side.

"Really?" she smiled, rolling out the word like Jim Carrey in Ace Ventura.

"Really," I replied, referring to Shrek and donkey's deep insight, "I have many layers. Like an onion."

"Interesting," Hazel nodded as she pondered this.

Finally, Hazel dared, "Come and kiss my feet."

I think she assumed I would reject this dare, but I crawled to her, her legs only slightly open, bent down and kissed her nylon-clad foot.

"Both feet," she reiterated.

I moved over to her other foot and kissed that one too, resisting the urge to lick it, or even better lifting up her foot and sucking each toe in my mouth or licking the sweet sweat off her sole (something I had written about many times, but had never had the opportunity to do).

"Me next," Morgan said.

"Go to your baby sister, too," Hazel ordered.

I could have pointed out that was a separate dare, yet I didn't, as I wanted to kiss my baby sister's feet.

I crawled over and kissed Morgan's feet as Hazel said to Morgan, "Truth."

"What would you do to Jasmine if she wasn't your sister?"

Hazel answered, as I kissed Morgan's second foot, "After I'd had her eat my pussy to orgasmic completion, I'd fuck her pussy to multiple orgasms like no man ever could."

I admitted, as I turned around to look at my older sister, "That would be impossible. I don't come from penetration, only from oral. Plus, I can't have multiple orgasms."

"That is so wrong," Hazel said.

"You poor girl," Morgan gasped, as if I had just told her my dog had died.

"I guarantee I would not only have you orgasm from a hard, rough fucking, but you would come and come many times," Hazel guaranteed, her confidence only enhancing my lust for her.

"Too bad you're my sister," I replied. "I could definitely use a good fucking."

"And multiple orgasms," Morgan added.

"I can't imagine such a thing," I said, this being true. I had only ever come from oral sex. I enjoyed getting fucked, but never came.... No matter the position or speed.

"I can't imagine a life without multiple orgasms," Morgan commiserated.

"It's one of the greatest perks of being a woman," Hazel added.

"I still have orgasms from sex," I pointed out, before adding, "although now they're self-induced."

"You must be the saddest woman in the world," Hazel said, sadly looking down at me.

Wanting to change the topic, now feeling a little pathetic, I asked, "Truth or dare, baby sister?"

"Dare," she surprised me, not letting me ask the question I wanted to ask.

"Um, hmmmmmm, do a sexy little dance," I suggested, the idea of watching her perfect and naked body shake a turn-on.

"You want to watch your baby sister shake her booty?" she smiled as she stood up.

"And shaking those humongous tits," I added.

"These things?" she cupped, right above me.

"Yep, those things," I nodded, as she did a hot dance, looking like she could definitely be a stripper. She wiggled her ass, she shook her tits, she grinded right above me. God, I wanted to eat that pussy.

"Truth or dare?" Hazel interrupted.

"She's not done yet," I protested.

"She is," Hazel said, and Morgan stopped

"Truth," I decided to risk.

"Is your pussy wet from thinking of me fucking you?" she asked bluntly.

"Hazel!" I gasped, fantasizing about that exact question, and yet when it happened, I was still shocked.

"Just answer the question," Hazel ordered in the firm dominant tone I had so often imagined my mistress characters using.

I decided to answer wickedly, returning fire with fire. I replied, "Yes, my pussy is soaking wet thinking of you making me come from getting fucked by a big strap-on."

"To multiple orgasms?" Hazel asked.

"As many as you can give me," I answered, almost challenging her to domme me.

"Truth or dare," Morgan asked, interrupting our sexually tense conversation.

"Dare," Hazel answered, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Put on a strap-on," Morgan dared.

"This is your house, go get me one," Hazel replied, still looking at me.

"Right away," Morgan agreed.

"Big Mike," Hazel called out.

"How do you know Morgan has a strap-on, or strap-ons?" I asked, the idea of the two of them fucking each other pretty hot.

"We're very close," Hazel shrugged. "We have been ever since my divorce."

"That was two years ago," I said, as I noticed she avoided a clear answer, just more inferred thoughts.

"Yeah, she was really there for me," Hazel said.

"I wasn't?" I asked.

"Of course you were," she said. "It's just that it led to Morgan and me getting much closer."

"How so?" I asked, giving her the opportunity to tell me what I was now pretty sure was the truth... but again my question was left unanswered as Morgan returned with a big black ten-inch cock. It was way bigger than anything I had ever taken in my pussy.

"Put it on me, baby sis," Hazel ordered.

Morgan did as she was told, as I watched in awe.

Morgan then turned to me and said, "Dare."

"I don't even know what to dare anymore," I said, overwhelmed by what I was witnessing, by what I was feeling, and by what I was hoping was about to happen.

"Okay, I dare you to suck that cock," Morgan ordered.

"What?" I asked.

"You forfeited your dare, and thus must take a dare instead," Morgan said.

"I don't think that's how it works," I said, as I glanced at the massive cock. Not only longer than anything I had ever taken, but thicker too.

"I believe it is how it works tonight," Hazel added as she walked over to me.

"Fuck, whatever," I shrugged, deciding just to keep obeying, while at the same time still acting like this was all a little crazy and shocking... which it was. I opened my mouth and took it in.

"Nice," Morgan approved.

Wanting to put on a show, wanting to show them both I had an inner slut in me, I began bobbing on the fake cock, wishing it was a real black one, like I was a porn star. I bobbed fast, trying to take more and more in my mouth with each forward bob.

"And that asshole dumped you for a younger bitch," Morgan observed.

"Men are dumb fucks," Hazel agreed.

"With small dicks and useless tongues," Morgan added.

"Unlike your tongue," Hazel said, as she inferred but didn't come right out and say she had experienced that sister's expert tongue.

"I'm told I am an amazing cunt muncher," Morgan wickedly said, the word 'cunt' so hot when said by a woman... not so hot when said by a man.

I allowed the cock to slide out of my mouth, saliva dripping from the cock to my lips, "How do you know how good Morgan's tongue is?"

"Truth," Hazel said.

"Do you like reading erotica on Literotica?" Morgan asked, which made my eyes go wide.

"Very much so," Hazel said. "I have one writer I read every night." Her tone made it obvious she was referring to me. How could she know? What did it mean?

"Me too," Morgan said, before she added, looking at me as if daring to have me ask the question, "Truth."

I could feel my cheeks burning with shame. Yet I asked, "Which author?"

Silkstockingslover," Morgan answered, looking directly into my eyes.

There was a silence. Then, as I stroked the black cock, I said, finally after so many years of secrecy ready to admit my secret to my two sisters, "Truth."

"Are you silkstockingslover?" Hazel asked, looking down at me.

"Yes," I admitted partly out of shame, but also partly out of relief of a secret I had been holding on to for years. 450 stories, thousands of followers, a few award wins, many high scores (although almost never above 4.80, my highest at the moment 4.84 and yet almost every story ends up hardcore (above 4.50)), and many emails.

"And you write dirty fantasies about big black cocks? Hazel asked.

"Sometimes," I admitted.

"And you write stories where you are seduced and dominated by teenage girls?" she continued.

"Sometimes."

"And you want to wear a strap-on and fuck a guy?"

"It's called pegging," I corrected.

Sorry, you want to peg a guy?"

"Yes."

"And eat teen pussy?"

"Yes."

"And suck BBC?"

"And fuck it too."

"Take it in the ass?"

"Only sometimes," I admitted.

"And you also write stories about incest," Morgan chipped in.

"Yes."

"Sons and moms," Hazel said.

"Mostly."

"But some daughters and moms," she added.

"Occasionally."

"And a few sibling stories," Hazel continued.

"Yeah."

"And even one lesbian sibling sister story," Hazel added, just as I had anticipated she was leading up to.

"Only once," thinking of my 'Three Sisters' story from a few years ago based on a real conversation and then a lot of fantasy.

"And when I read that, I was taken aback by the fact that that conversation really happened."

"Is that how you caught me?"

"That was the piece that intrigued me and began my investigation," Hazel said.

"I did change you two a bit," I admitted.

"Yeah, how dare you make yourself into the baby?" Morgan pouted.

I shrugged. I then asked, "So my story led to you two fucking each other?"

"No," Hazel shook her head. "Morgan likes reading porn, she found your story and then shared it with me. Then I read it while she licked my pussy."

"I see," I said, still curious how they had ended up having sex together.

"But your story led us to finding a way to add you to our play time," Hazel said.

"So, are you going to fuck me or what?" I asked. "I'm so fucking horny. And you promised you could get me off with your dick."

"You understand your hierarchy philosophy of a mistress and a pet is almost completely accurate," she said, as she snapped her fingers and Morgan moved close to her.