Man of the House Ch. 02

The little brunette shook at Erin's contact. "Erin!" she cried "God yeah!" Megan increased her pace and I didn't know how long I would last with the stimulation overload. I clinched up to control myself and lifted Megan up after her orgasm so that I could relax for a minute. "Where you going?" she whined and she grabbed me, pointing me straight up so she could settle back onto me. She "inadvertently" hit the back of Erin's hand with it while Erin continued to stroke her. When Erin didn't respond, Megan did it again and then rose up some more and let go of me.

Megan spread her lips and told Erin to lick her. Erin complied and snaked her tongue out to flick across her best friend's clit several times, causing Megan to shudder and groan. "Put him in me, Erin," she said. My dick somehow became even harder.

Erin immediately popped up and looked at Megan with wide eyes, then quickly looked at me and then back to Megan. "No!" she protested. "He's my brother! I'm not touching his dick! No!" She shook her head vigorously.

"Erin, it's just a cock. You've touched them before. Lots of them. Just grab it and flagpole it so I can settle on it."

"No, Megan!"

"Erin," I said, causing her to look at me. "No one will know if you do it. But if you don't want to, I'll do it."

"Please, Erin. I want you to be a part of this. Please." Megan had softened her tone. She must know just what it takes to convince Erin to do what she (at least pretends she) doesn't want to do.

Erin tentatively reached out and gently held my erection at the base, tilting it forward so that is stuck straight up and pointed right at Megan's lips. She held it there as Megan smiled and lowered herself onto me and landed on Erin's hand before she moved it. But Erin left her hand rested on my belly, her thumb still rubbing at my pubic hair. It seemed so natural, but I knew it was intentional and she was playing shy for Megan.

After a couple of minutes, Megan got up again and lay back on the other lounger. Without another word from anyone, I mounted her and began thrusting into her. Again she called to Erin, who was watching from her knees right beside me, "Lick my clit while your brother fucks me." This time Erin hesitated, but didn't protest. She lay her head on Megan's mound and began licking at her clit while I plunged away, almost bumping her face on each drive. Megan was getting close and started rolling her hips as I increased the pace, both of our orgasms approaching.

"I'm close," I warned. Erin began pulling away, but Megan put her hand on her head and told her not to stop licking. I continued to pick up the pace and my ass was clinching as the fire began to build. "Shit, Megan! I'm cumming!"

"Cum on my pussy!" she demanded.

After a few more strokes I pulled out and found a feminine hand stroking me and aiming me at the blossoming labia a few inches away. Naturally the first shot was off target and plastered my sister across the nose and cheek, causing her to pull her head away, but to keep stroking. The next few shots hit Megan's mound, pussy, belly, and thighs before dribbling out onto the cushion.

"Oops," I heard Megan say and noticed she was looking at Erin who started laughing and shrugged. They both looked at me and I started laughing and apologized. None of us were sincere, but we were all liars from different angles. We all knew what we were doing, but thought we had pulled a fast one on someone else in the group. Erin had still not let go of my waning erection, but was idly stroking it as I wilted.

"I see you're a little more used to holding that dick, Erin," Megan said with a smile. Erin looked at her hand, still grasping my shaft lightly before looking up at me.

"It's just a dick," she said.

"Yeah," Megan agreed sarcastically, "just a dick. You might want to clean up a little bit, though, Erin. That 'just a dick' blasted your cheek with a load. I don't think you want your mom catching you with anyone's cum on your face, much less your brother's."

"Why don't we all clean up a little?" Erin asked with a smile, standing up. At that we all stood and made our way to the pool. For the next few minutes we swam and laughed, playing naked in the pool like nothing had happened. On the one hand I was amazed that Megan and Erin could switch gears so readily. On the other hand I realized that I was doing the same thing.

"I hate to do this, but I have to go," Megan said after a little while, climbing the stairs to the deck. I watched her ass move as she emerged from the water, her body shining in the sun. "But you two keep playing. I hate to spoil your party."

Erin followed her over to the stairs and started to get out while Megan pulled on her shorts. "Where you going?" Megan asked her.

"I'm getting out."

"But I told you to keep playing."

"But, Megan, he's still my brother. It's just weird."

"Shit, Erin. Do I have to do everything?! Your brother just fucked me while I ate your pussy, you stroked him off and he came on your face. What more do you need to get past your hang up? Look at him! He's hot. And it's not me he wants. It's you."

"Megan!" Erin protested.

"Oh, shut up, Erin. You know I'm right. You told me how he looks at you and he pretty much told me he wants to fuck you."

"I did not!" I yelled. Erin whipped her head around while Megan smiled.

"Cory! You told her that?"

"No!"

"But do you, Cory? Do you want to fuck your sister? Didn't you get turned on watching us making love? Didn't you enjoy her touch on your cock? Don't you want to taste what I taste?" Megan had a way with words. Turning to Erin she said, "I bet if he came out of that water his dick would be rock hard just talking about it. Isn't that right, Cory?" She turned back toward me. "Why don't you come show your sister that boner you have for her?"

"Uh..." I wanted nothing more, but Megan had to think this was her show.

"Megan, that's enough." Erin said. "I think it's time for you to go."

"But Erin..."

"I said that's enough. Cory and I have some things to talk about. I'll call you later." Erin and Megan hugged each other and I saw a smile cross Megan's face after Erin whispered something in her ear. Megan nodded when Erin let her go and then she waved at me before stepping through the glass door.

Erin turned to look at me and put her finger to her lips, telling me to keep quiet. A few seconds later we heard a car door slam and an engine start up before pulling away into the distance.

"That was so fucking hot, Cor," Erin said with a smile as she walked toward the pool before jumping in just a couple of feet from me. As soon as she rose up out of the water she was in my arms kissing me with an aggressive tongue. Her hips pinned my erection between us and my hands were gripping her ass, pulling her tightly to me.

"I wanted so badly to shove Megan out of the way and pound into you instead," I confirmed. "She felt amazing, but she ain't you."

"God, I wanted that, too. But we need to let her think that she's accomplished this, right? She's the one who brought us together?"

"Of course, yeah."

Our waterproof patio phone rang right then and I dropped my head back in exasperation. "Who the hell?" Erin let go of me so I could yank myself out of the pool and run to the phone, pulling it off the base. "Hello?"

"Hey, Cory."

"Oh, hey, mom."

"Listen, I'm still a little sore from the weekend so they're letting me come home early. It's pretty slow here."

"Okay, cool. Megan just left, so we can start dinner if you want."

"I think I'll just get a pizza and wings on the way home. Can you call it in so it'll be ready?"

"Yeah, sure, mom."

"Thanks, sweetie. I'll see you guys in a little while. Love you."

"Love you, too, mom. Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone and turned to Erin who was resting her chin on her arms at the edge of the pool. "Mom's on her way home," I said as I walked over to the lounge chair to dry off. I need to call in a pizza."

Erin made her way to the stairs and said, "Too bad. I like Megan's idea better."

"Yeah," I laughed, "me, too. Maybe we can pick up later tonight?"

"I think I can handle that." I watched her dry off and admired her form, naked and dripping, regretting that I had to walk away to order dinner. But I looked forward to our late night date.

Mom came home a few minutes later, looking tired from the day, but carrying a large pizza box and plastic bag with a Styrofoam container. "Hey, guys," she said as she came into the kitchen. Erin and I had been watching one of our evening sitcoms after changing clothes, Erin back in shorts and a tank and me in shorts and a t-shirt.

"Hey, mom," I said as I got up, Erin close behind, and walked into the kitchen to give her a hug and kiss and to begin getting dishes for supper. "How was your day?"

"Ugh. It was a normal day, but I'm really sore from...um...yesterday." She looked embarrassed.

"Yeah, I bet. I'm really sorry about that, mom."

"It's not your fault, baby. You were very helpful. Both of you."

"Do you want me to give you a rubdown later, mom?" Erin asked.

"I don't know. Maybe. I'll let you know."

"Okay. I'm just thinking we haven't had a chance to talk much lately and maybe we could kill two birds with one stone."

"You know what? You're right. We haven't talked. If you don't mind giving me a massage while we talked, that would be nice. I miss our time together, too, sweetie."

"Cool!" Erin beamed with excitement, clapping excitedly. "Girls' night!"

"Great," I stated flatly, "girls' night. So glad I'm a part of it."

"Shut up," Erin laughed, throwing a roll of paper towels at me. Mom laughed with her.

"Awww," mom sympathized with a smile, "you don't like being a part of girls' night?" She placed her hand on my cheek and stroked it gently.

"No, it's fine," I smiled. "Anything for you two."

"I know what you could do, Cory," Erin blurted. "You should give mom a foot rub after dinner."

"Cory, I couldn't ask you to do that."

"No, mom! Cory gives the best foot rubs! Trust me, you're going to want one of those."

"It's no problem, mom. I'm happy to do it," I agreed. I really was happy to do it.

"Really?" Mom sounded surprised. "You wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all," I smiled. "But Erin has to let me use her pedicure kit." I looked at Erin. "What do you say? If I'm doing this, I'm gonna do it right."

"Even better. You can do both of us if you're going all out," she winked, looking up from peeling the foil lids off the pizza and wing sauces before licking some cheese dip off her thumb.

"Sure," I agreed, "no problem." I had a knot in my stomach as I wondered what she really meant by "do both of us", knowing what I knew of her from recent history. But then I realized I was being an asshole perv and this was my mom I was talking about.

"Okay," said mom, "Dinner's ready. I've been slaving over a hot pizza box all night." She grabbed a slice of what she called "garbage can" pizza because they put every available topping on it before covering it with yet another layer of cheese. As she put a few hot wings and cup of sauce on her plate, Erin and I each followed suit and made our way to the table.

As we ate the conversation was your basic "what's going on" talk, with comments about funny or stupid customers, classmates, or professors.

"So Megan was over earlier?" mom asked.

"Yeah, we tanned a little and swam," Erin stated matter-of-factly. "Of course Cory came out for a little bit and spent some time gawking at her."

I about choked on my pizza.

"Well, Cory could do a lot worse than Megan," mom replied simply.

"It's cool. Megan liked it, I could tell. I think she has a crush on her best friend's brother." Erin kept eating like she was waiting for me to interrupt.

Mom looked at me and I just rolled my eyes. "Never happen. Besides, I hear she's a lesbian," I said. Erin wanted to go there; let's go there.

"Cory!" mom interjected.

"She's bi, mom. Who knows, Cor? Maybe you could talk her into a threesome with some chick."

"Erin! That's enough! Let's change the subject. Please." Mom's face was beet red and her eyes were wide as she looked back and forth between us.

Erin and I just laughed and apologized for making her uncomfortable.

"So how's your story coming, mom?" Erin asked as a hot wing entered her mouth.

Mom tried to contain her shock, but it was visible.

"Mom, you're writing a story?" I asked, pleased.

"Well, it's kind of...it's more of...a...diary, a journal, I guess." She was backpedaling hard right now. "You know. I took some creative writing courses in school for my ad degree and have kind of been out of it for a while, and wanted to get back into doing it. It's...therapeutic. With everything that's going on the last few months, it's just helped me get my feelings out. I don't know."

"I think it's great, mom!" I said.

"Cory, you should read some of her work. She's got a real gift," Erin prompted.

"I'd love that."

"I don't think so," mom mumbled, her head down as she peeled a piece of pepperoni off her slice and nibbled on it. "It's really more for me. And it's not very good anyway."

"That's bullshit, mom. You're a fantastic writer," Erin encouraged.

"Either way..." Mom was desperate for a shift of focus. She had always been this way, or maybe it was just that dad had turned her into someone timid and easily shamed.

"Well, if you ever feel up to it, I'd love to read something, but whatever makes you happy mom. No pressure from me." I didn't want her to be upset or feel that I would be.

"Thank you. I'll think about it."

"Good enough." I stood. "I'm getting more pizza. Anyone want anything?" They both wanted another slice, so I took their plates and also refilled their drinks.

"I was thinking," mom said, "that I'd like to go for a swim. I haven't been for a night swim in forever. How's the water?"

"It's great, and on a night like this, a night swim would be perfect," Erin replied.

"Do you think you're up for a short race with your mom?"

"Hell yeah. If you think you could still beat me at your age," teased Erin.

"I'm not too old to kick your rookie butt. Cory can time us, right, Cory?" mom asked.

"Sure. I'd love to see this."

"I bet you would," Erin teased. Mom didn't catch what I caught. Honestly, though, Erin was right. Mom still looked great and seeing her in a bathing suit was still a joy.

"Fair enough," said mom. "Racing suits, then?"

"Racing suits," my sister repeated.

About a half hour later we were out on the dark patio, the pool light making the water glow a light greenish blue, the only other light coming from solar sidewalk lights and the light shining through the sliding glass door. Mom and Erin were in their racing suits with cap and goggles in hand and were talking trash to each other, Erin making age jokes and mom calling her tadpole and guppy a lot.

"I still want to relax a little first and give my muscles a chance to stretch out," mom told us. We spent about another half hour just playing around, swimming laps leisurely and joking. It was a great night. Eventually mom said she was ready and gave Erin the choice of stroke.

"How about a medley?" I suggested. Mom had been a champion backstroker and Erin was on scholarship for butterfly. They agreed that sounded fair and clarified the order, down and back twice, 2 laps for each stroke, 8 total. I climbed out and sat on the diving board, my feet dangling off the edge. Mom was on one side and Erin on the other. I gave the countdown and called it, setting the stopwatch as I did so. They were pretty close together, but Erin took more of a lead in butterfly, which mom gained some back in the backstroke. Ultimately, Erin won by a full body length, but mom kept her game the whole run. She still looked great and swam great.

I was thankful that Erin didn't gloat. "Damn, mom! You still got it! That was close," she said, swimming over to her opponent as mom was peeling off her goggles and cap.

Mom just rolled her eyes. "Nice try, baby, but it wasn't close. I had fun, though and it felt good to get in some good solid laps."

"Okay, fair enough." With that, Erin took her and mom's swim caps and goggles and placed them on the side of the pool by the stairs.

We were able to relax and swim a little. We all loved night swims. Always had.

"God," Erin finally said, "I wish I could just strip off this swimsuit and skinny dip. Wouldn't that be great?"

"Skinny dipping, huh? You have a lot of experience with that?" mom teased.

"A little. Haven't you ever gone skinny dipping, mom?"

"In my younger years, but nothing in a long time."

"What about you, Cor?" Erin asked. "Ever done it?"

"Nope."

They both looked at me with surprise. "Really?" mom asked.

"Yeah. Never have."

"Well, then," Erin said, "It looks like Cory needs to be initiated." She started to slowly pull her swimsuit strap off her shoulder while doing some cheesy burlesque music. "Boom-cha-cha-boom."

"Erin, stop," mom teased.

"Come on. This could be fun. A hundred years ago, families used to swim naked together all the time. You know, take a break from their farm work and go to the ole swimming hole."

Mom and I laughed. "Where did you hear that?" she asked, still laughing.

"You know, movies and stuff. Come on."

"I don't think so," I said.

"What if we turn off the pool light? We'll all be kind of hidden. Come on! Pleeeeease?"

Mom seemed to be considering it and looked at me. She sighed as she said, "Fine. Turn off the pool light."

"Mom..." I began.

"You, too, stud. Turn off the light and get back in this pool and strip." She sounded firm but jovial.

I laughed as I shook my head and climbed out of the pool before walking to the control box and flipping off the power switch. As soon as the loud metallic click resounded in the shed, it went dark and my mom and sister squealed with laughter.

I could barely see the outline of the pool in the deep end, but the stairwell corner nearest the house was slightly more illuminated from the light coming out the glass door. I heard the ladies more than saw them as they laughed and splashed.

"God," I heard my mom giggle, "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"Head's up, brother!" Erin called before a balled up black bathing suit smacked me in the face, causing a squeal of laughter from the women in the dark. A second later another suit splashed me, landing in the water right at my waist, bringing another round of laughter. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Whose suit is this?" I asked, holding one up. "Anyone? Anyone know whose suit this is?" They just laughed. I held up the other one. "What about this one? Does anyone know who owns this swimsuit?" Again only laughter. "Nobody? Okay, then." I quickly turned toward the house and threw both suits at the glass door, watching them splatter on the glass as both women squealed.

"You shit!" Erin yelled, laughing, splashing as she swam toward me while mom squealed and laughed.

"My suit!" mom yelled.

Erin was on my back in no time, trying to duck me under the water while yelling at mom to grab my suit. "Get him, mom!" Mom was on her way over, laughing as she swam and joining Erin in trying to force me under. I have to admit I was getting worn out trying to fight off both women. It wasn't long before mom disappeared under the water and swept my legs. Down I went. From under the water I heard the muffled laughs and cries from above as they cheered and barked orders at each other.

I could only see shapes in the dark and blurry water, but soon enough there was a pair of hands tugging at my waistband while another pair held my wrists with a death grip. I was cautious in kicking my legs not to kick anyone. I didn't want to hurt whoever was pulling at my swimsuit so I tried to keep my knees and feet together more than flailing my legs around. Sadly, this didn't work out as well as I'd hoped and my swimsuit was soon free, bringing more rowdy cheers. Immediately my arms were released and I was able to stand up, this time a little more self-conscious, my hands covering my crotch.