My Sister Made Me Ch. 07

"Fuck," Sally whispered. "Your sister is insatiable."

"You're damn right," she said, grinning and kissing her deeply. "You two can have me whenever you want me," she said. She wriggling down in the sheets and didn't bother with any foreplay, running her tongue hard up Sally's pussy and causing her to groan and her eyes to roll back in her head as Alex settled in for a long session.

She paused briefly to look up as Dane watched quietly. "You don't even have to ask permission," she whispered. "All you have to do is do what you like to me," she said. "Or you can make me go down on each other, or someone else."

Alex whimpered at the thought. "Fuck... just the thought of you coming up and making me suck Dane off is exciting."

Sally was moaning, her hips wriggling in Alex's grasp.

Alex grinned, gripping Sally's hips and maneuvering them in her grasp so she could devour her succulent pussy.

*****

Sam

earlier that same week...

After Monday, Sam began to check her phone regularly for texts and messages from Amanda. She was torn between wanting more than anything to go over there and be with them, and not knowing if it was a good idea.

Eventually, she got a text Sunday afternoon from Amanda asking if she wanted to come over.

"More than you know," Sam sent, immediately getting up and getting dressed. There wasn't a moment's hesitation when she stood and started getting ready to go see them. She went and took a hasty shower and went back to her room. Doing her hair and makeup quickly, she went to her underwear drawer and looked at the rather bland selection, thinking about Amanda's pairs that she'd had on. They were always lacy and sexy, while Sam's were always a solid fabric and single color. She sighed, then smiled as an idea came to her. Feeling delightfully naughty, she slid the drawer closed and turned to pull on some clothes. A few minutes later, she was finally ready. She quickly looked at herself in the mirror, and feeling silly that she had a bra and no panties on, so she quickly took the bra off. Smiling at how delightfully wicked she felt, she turned and quickly drove over to Amanda and Master Dan's house.

She smiled, seeing the two vehicles in the driveway and knowing that Master was home and it wasn't just Amanda. Walking quickly up the steps, she knocked on the door and waited. Amanda's beaming face appeared and ushered her in quickly.

Sam turned and smiled, beginning to say how nice it was to see her, but Amanda crashed into her, almost desperately kissing and groping her.

Sam whimpered as the married woman pushed against her, both hands moving up to grope and fondle her breasts. Her kisses were hurried and she began to guide the young woman to the bedroom down the hall. With seemingly great effort, Amanda stopped kissing Sam and pulled her quickly to the bedroom. Sam smiled, seeing Master lounging on a chair in the corner of the room. He was nude and idly looking through a magazine with a half-naked woman on the cover.

He stood, smiling and came over as Amanda slid onto the bed. Sam started to follow but stopped when she saw Master stand. Turning, she looked up at him and started to fall to her knees. He shook his head and brought her close, both hands going to her neck and back of her head. Pulling gently, he leaned down and kissed her, drawing a whimper of pleasure from her lips and causing an involuntary shiver to run down her body. Smiling, he winked and stepped back, sitting down in his chair, though he didn't pick up the magazine again.

Amanda grinned from the bed, holding the clamps in one hand. Sam winced, but smiled when she thought about the odd sex objects. They definitely weren't comfortable, but the excitement and pleasure they caused was ridiculous. Amanda raised a single finger and wiggled it towards her, beckoning the gorgeous young blonde forward.

"I like that you aren't wearing a bra," Master said. "They hide the naturally big size of your breasts."

"Yes, Master," Sam said, turning and glancing at him.

"Go to Amanda," he said.

She turned, quickly sliding onto the bed in a sitting position. Her breasts were presented for Amanda, her knees underneath her.

Amanda smiled and leaned forwards, gently opening her mouth and suckling on one nipple and then the other. There was a sharp intake of breath as Sam felt the warmth of Amanda's talented tongue on her breast, and then a soft moan as it was drawn inward. Her nipple responded perfectly, swelling until it was easily large enough for the clamp to fit over it. As Amanda alternated back and forth, suckling and slurping, Sam whimpered, feeling her... pussy... growing wet. She shivered as she thought of the foul word, and how wonderful it felt at that moment. Amanda grinned and slid the clamps on, causing Sam to wince for a moment.

"Good?" Amanda asked.

Sam smiled, nodding.

Turning, the pastor's wife lay down on the bed and pulled Sam towards her. She tentatively did as she was asked, sliding one leg around her body until she was sitting astride Amanda's face, facing towards her feet. She groaned as she felt Amanda's warm and talented tongue slide across her slit; leaning forwards as the nipple clamps swayed and caused her to groan deeper.

"Sit on my face," Amanda groaned.

Sam, convinced she was going to hurt her, tentatively let her weight off of her knees. Amanda groaned beneath her as Sam's pussy squished against her lips. She felt a sudden urge to pull at her nipples, and reached up to do so, brushing against the clamps. She took both in her hands and pulled gently, groaning.

Amanda was almost desperately licking and slurping at Sam as she sat on her. She felt her muscular tongue rub across all of her intimate parts. She groaned low, almost like an animal as she felt her orgasm growing within her. She desperately didn't want Amanda to stop, feeling it swell and rise higher.

Again, she ran her hands across the clamps, sending pain and pleasure impulses coursing through her tender young body. Amanda's arms were wrapped around Sam's pale thighs, pulling her hard down into the young wife's mouth.

Amanda groaned beneath her, mumbling, "God you taste good," into Sam's pussy. Sam whimpered, her orgasm finally reaching its crescendo and pleasure washing over her. She squeezed the clamps, pulling on them and sending her pleasure through the roof as she whimpered on top of Amanda. The orgasm caused her body to seize up, her eyes rolling back in her head as she came as hard as she ever had. Groaning, her muscles finally gave in and her chest heaved, groans of pleasure and pain filling the room. Amanda was furiously slurping at her pussy, pulling hard on her hips almost possessed.

Finally, Sam had to slip off, unable to take anymore. She shook her head at Amanda, holding her off for a moment while she recovered. The young wife smiled and pulled her close, stroking her hair and gently removing the nipple clamps. Sam turned and kissed her, not caring about the juices that were coating her lover's face.

Sam opened her eyes a few minutes later and turned, looking for Pastor Dan. He smiled at her and waved playfully from his seat, his cock hard and demanding attention. Master was stroking it gently, watching Sam and Amanda play.

A smile crossed her lips and she turned, pushing Amanda to the head of the bed and sliding quickly between her legs. She moved slowly though, once she was between Amanda's thighs. She began to place kiss after gentle kiss on the young wife's thighs, moving back and forth between them as she slid steadily upwards. Amanda was moaning and sighing, watching from a pillow that she'd put behind her head. Her lip was pulled partially into her mouth, being gently bitten as Sam continued to torment her.

Moving a few inches upwards, Sam noticed how wet Amanda was, and whimpered. Trying to steel herself and not start devouring the delectable pussy in front of her, Sam moved over to the other side and licked and kissed a little closer. Finally, she was right next to Amanda's juicy pussy, her lips just touching the outside. She looked upwards as Amanda's eyes pleaded with her, and ran her tongue directly up the young wife's slit.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and her hips arced upwards, drawing Sam's mouth against them. She quickly fell into a rhythm, her tongue rubbing upwards against Amanda's clit. Every thirty seconds or so, she would draw her mouth tight around Amanda's clit and suck, rubbing her tongue against the tiny organ. Amanda's juices filled her mouth as Sam gulped and swallowed. Sliding her hands under Amanda's buttocks, she pulled gently and continued to devour her until the young wife was holding two great handfuls of her hair, rocking her pussy back and forth across Sam's lips and tongue.

Finally, a great orgasm crashed into the young wife, and Sam felt her body tense up as she began to cum. Not stopping though, she continued to rub and pulse her tongue across Amanda's clit. She heard Master stand and glanced to the side to see if he was coming around to let Sam have his cock in her mouth, right where it was supposed to be.

He didn't though, and she wondered where he had gone. Then she felt a pair of hands on her hips as she continued to lick and slurp as Amanda's orgasm worked through the young wife. Master was behind her, oddly enough. She felt him lift her up until she was kneeling, her face still buried in his wife's pussy, but her butt presented to him.

She wondered what he was doing, but Amanda pulled on her hair again, and she looked up. The young wife's eyes were still rolled back in her head and she looked like she was having mild convulsions.

Pastor Dan's hands on her hips were a little rough, but she liked the way it felt. He wasn't being soft with her. Hoping he would come around so she could have his cock again, she snickered as she felt him admiring her posterior.

Feeling something odd, she stopped what she was doing. Pastor Dan was rubbing something delightful across her pussy. It was too big to be a finger, and it couldn't be his tongue with the way he was standing.

Her eyes shot open as he rubbed the tip of his cock across her wet and hungry pussy. He started to push as she jumped up and off the bed, drawing Amanda from her reverie as she stared at Pastor Dan.

"What... what?" she stammered.

"Get back on the bed, slut," Master ordered. Sam shook her head angrily.

He walked over to her and slapped her breasts, causing her to wince and moan.

"Get on the bed or I'll punish you again," he said.

Sam, never one to swear, shook her head and spat, "Fuck you."

"Dan," Amanda said. "We talked about this. She's not ready for that."

He sighed and glared at Amanda. "Sam..."

"No!" she said. Turning, she started to get dressed.

"Sweetheart," he said. "It's all a game. Please don't be upset."

Sam shook her head, still angry.

"Please don't leave upset at me," he begged. "I crossed the line, I'm sorry." He turned her around and kissed her on the forehead. "I just got so turned on that I couldn't help it."

She continued to glare at him, but her gaze softened a bit.

"Please," he said. "Just finish me off and we can talk about what happened."

Still irritated, she shook her head and continued to get dressed.

He sighed. "I guess you don't care about me after all."

Sam turned, her heart breaking when she heard his plea.

"Of course I care," she said. "I just... I told you... I... didn't agree to have sex with you."

He shook his head. "I know. I couldn't help myself. You looked so sexy and beautiful there, I crossed a line. I'm so, so sorry."

She frowned, not expecting his heartfelt apology. Turning, she stopped getting dressed. Dan was sitting on the bed, his head in his hands. Amanda was beside him, stroking and rubbing his back.

Sighing, she stepped back over to him and sat down next to him. "I'm sorry I got upset," she said. "I'm not going to have sex until I'm married."

He nodded. "I know. I shouldn't have tried. I understand if you want to leave."

She shook her head, kissing his cheek and sliding to the floor in front of him. He smiled then, drawing her face up to his erection and pressing her lips down his shaft forcibly. He groaned, laying back on the bed as Sam started to give him a hurried blowjob. Her lips slid down his shaft, again and again until he was wriggling in the way he did just before he came.

He stood then and pulled his cock free, jerking it off in front of her. She briefly wondered why he was doing that before he started to cum, coating her face with stream after stream of sticky goo. She sat there, stunned and unable to move as he started to cum on her face and in her hair. Finally, able to recover, he slid from the bed and got his clothes on.

"Get her up and get the little slut out of my house," he said.

Amanda stood and started to protest. "Dan..." she said.

"Out," he said in a tone that left no room for doubt as to his intent.

Amanda nodded, frowning. "Come on," she said.

Dan wasn't finished though, and came back over. "Next time, we're talking about how we move forward from here," he said.

Sam, still stunned and not sure of how to proceed or move, sat there. Amanda went and got a towel and began to wipe the young woman down. Seemingly in a daze, she got dressed with her help and walked towards the door. Amanda kissed her, but Sam didn't return it, and left the young wife standing in the doorway with a concerned look on her face.

Sam drove home, still stunned that he'd done that. He'd actually had the audacity to cum on her face after she was pissed off at him.

"That... motherfucker..." she said, uncharacteristically. Her face burned red with anger and something else she couldn't identify. She began to feel something deep within her, but didn't know what it was. Driving home quickly, she went to her room and sat on the bed in silence as she processed what had happened.

Had she been wrong to deny him? Had he really been so worked up and enamored of the way she looked that he couldn't control himself? Maybe she was in the wrong for snapping at him when all he was doing was acting on instinct.

"No," she said out loud, shaking her head. She wasn't going to compromise her morals anymore than she already had. Sex wasn't going to happen. She sighed again, brushing a tear away. Then, she realized all at once what she was feeling.

Shame.

Sam started crying then, turning over and grasping her pillow. She softly sobbed into it, reaching for a blanket and wrapping herself in it. She saw her phone buzzing and glanced at it. There here half a dozen texts from Amanda. She reached over and turned it off.

Clutching her pillow, she wondered how she'd gotten to where she was. She'd just wanted to help him!

Samantha continued to weep softly into her pillow, well into the late afternoon.

*****

Alex

Thrilled beyond description that Sally had been more than okay with what had happened with her and Dane, Alex went and showered after her fun night and then went and peeked in her own room. She smiled and slid into bed, seeing it empty for once. After a long and satisfying nap, she texted Ben and the guys, seeing what was up.

"We miss you!" Bear said.

Alex giggled, sending them a picture of herself naked. "That will have to hold you guys until I see you again," she said.

Ben had gotten back from family vacation a few days ago and was relaxing at home. Bear and Eric were bored and horny, by their own admission. She promised she'd come over and see them later that day.

Sliding out of bed, she got dressed and went to check on Toni, but she wasn't home. Leaving Toni's room, she gathered her things and went to go work out. When she returned a couple of hours later, she saw Sam leaving, but she didn't seem to acknowledge Alex, even when she waved and said hi.

Shrugging internally, Alex went back upstairs and took a quick shower to wash off all the sweat. Hopping out of the shower, she dried her hair and then got dressed. Heading downstairs, she saw her dad on the couch and went to snuggle with him and watch some TV.

One action movie later, she gave her dad a kiss and stood, heading back upstairs. Feeling bored and wanting some human contact, she checked but none of her siblings were home. She figured that Sam might be up for some conversation, so she went and knocked quietly on Sam's door before she cracked it open.

Sam didn't answer, but Alex saw that she was in her room.

Her clothes were disheveled and her hair was a mess, but Sam was there. Clutching her pillow, she was laying on her bed crying softly.

"Sam?" Alex called. "What's wrong?"

Sam jerked in surprise as Alex spoke, accidentally startling her.

"I'm fine, it's nothing," she said, turning over.

Alex, obviously sensing that that wasn't the case, entered and locked the door. Moving over, she slid up behind Sam and quietly began to stroke her hair. Her sister, sensing that Alex wasn't going to leave, turned over and nuzzled against Alex's chest, still softly weeping.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Alex asked, softly stroking her sister's hair. Her fingers kept running into tangles though, and she tried working through them.

"No," Sam said softly.

She lifted a strand of Sam's hair up and saw a dried clump of something in it. Her face scrunched up in confusion, she sat back a little and looked at Sam directly. Her sister had tear streaks running down her face, but there were dried splotches of something else. It was all over her face and in several spots in her hair.

"What is..." Alex asked, but then her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open.

"OH MY GOD!" she thought, suddenly realizing what was covering her sister's face and hair.

Alex sat back, slid backwards off the bed and backed into Sam's desk.

Sam turned to look at her, confused. She wiped a tear away.

"Samantha..." Alex stammered. "Sweetheart were you raped?" She immediately went back to the bed and took Sam's hand as she turned to sit on her rear and look at Sam confused.

"What?" she asked. "No," she said. "I... I don't think so."

"Sam, you're covered in dried semen," Alex said, holding Sam's hand tighter.

Sam looked up at her, her eyes going wide. Sliding from the bed she looked into the mirror above her dresser and sighed, her shoulders slumping.

Alex knew that her sister wasn't in any mood to talk at the moment, so she stood and took her hand. "Come on," she said, pulling gently.

Sam turned and followed as Alex led her to the bathroom. She seemed to sink into a silence then, crying softly. Luckily, no one else was home at that moment, so Alex stripped her sister down and helped her get into the shower. Stripping down herself, she stepped in and helped Samantha wash up. As she turned her around, she saw bruises on her breasts. She didn't say anything though, saving it for the inevitable conversation.

After a few minutes, she had Samantha clean and the two stepped out. Sam sullenly went about drying herself, so Alex rushed through the process and started to help her do that. After the two finished, Alex got back in the clothes she had on and led Sam back to her room.

Sitting Sam on the bed, Alex went and got her a comfortable shirt, one of her real dad's old ones that she kept to sleep in, and then helped her slide on some panties and some shorts. Sam kissed the fabric of the large shirt of her real father's and slid it on. Turning, she slid into bed and sat up at the headboard as Alex joined her.

A few quiet moments passed before Alex started asking questions.

"Samantha," she said. "Who... who did whatever happened to you. Was it Keith?"

Samantha looked at her and rolled her eyes. "Keith is so timid and bland, he wouldn't have the guts to do anything to me without me telling him to."