My Sister Made Me Ch. 23

My Sister Made Me

Chapter 23

Dane

Thursday Night

"I wouldn't say it was brilliant, but okay," he said, looking at her in confusion.

Her smile grew wider, and soon she was nodding and chewing her lip in thought.

"I'll have to talk to Zoey for sure," she said, her voice a little quieter.

Dane was familiar with the look that his sister had on her face in that moment. It was how she looked when she was concentrating on working out a problem or trying to understand something complicated.

"First, I have to talk to Dr. Sanderson and let him know that Zoey will be joining me. That also means that I'll have to check that she's actually going to go through with it."

Dane listened, nodding along for a few seconds before realizing that Sam wasn't really talking to him. It seemed like she was just detailing the steps out loud, though if accidental or intentional, he couldn't say. Instead of interrupting her, he simply elected to remain silent.

"As long as Dr. Sanderson is fine with it and Zoey doesn't chicken out, I can tell Mom and Dad that someone else is behind the door. That way, I don't have to make things weird with Dr. Sanderson by letting him know that the new guy at his sex club is my father."

He thought for a moment about mentioning that their dad was really only Sam's stepfather and not blood related, so it wasn't nearly as taboo as folks might think. He decided to keep his mouth shut, not wanting to look like he was trying to get her to revisit what she'd done before. He'd initially thought about bringing that point up when she was freaking out about what had happened but couldn't see a way to do it tactfully.

What's more, he could understand that Dr. Sanderson wouldn't have known that Sam was related to their father as well. She generally went by Samantha Andresani, but on legal documents and medical records, her last name was Carroll. It stood to reason that he only knew her as such, or "Mystery-Girl".

"Mom and dad will still get to go have fun with their friends, I'll still get to do what I want with fresh anonymity, plus, I have someone there to deal with daddy if he..."

She looked up at Dane with sudden realization.

"I didn't realize I was thinking out loud," she said, blushing slightly and causing him to smirk.

"You seem to have everything figured out."

He smiled at her, happy that it seemed like she had.

"I need this, Dane," she said, frowning at him.

Shaking his head, he held up a hand to stay her protests.

"I know you do," he assured her. "I get how difficult it is for you, Sam. If being the girl behind the door helps, then I'm glad you're finding a way to keep doing it."

A look of affection and happiness came to her, and he was struck by how pretty she really was. They stared quietly at one another for longer than expected before realizing what they were doing and laughing at themselves. Clearing her throat, she looked back at him with a wry smile.

"So... are you staying with me tonight?"

A playful wink was followed by a mischievous smile and she made a show of looking down toward his crotch.

"Tempting as it is, I think I need to go and talk to Sally, and maybe Hannah."

She shook her head immediately.

"I'm not breaking up with her. I just haven't spent much time with her, and she's been wanting to spend time together," he explained.

"Oh," she said, an awkward silence following.

He looked at her, trying to see if he'd hurt her feelings.

"Do you want me to stay?" he asked.

"No," she said, then sighed and shook her head again. "I promise I'm not trying to sound jealous. I'm just riding high from the whole 'Zoey' idea and sex just sounds like a good idea at the moment."

"Doesn't it always?"

She snickered and gave an acquiescing shrug and nod. Looking up at him a moment later, she cleared her throat and reached out to caress his hand.

"I'm honestly fine at the moment," she said. "The uh... hunger isn't really that bad."

"Sam," he said, smirking in disbelief.

"I'm being serious," she said. "You need to go and pay attention to the other women in your life, Mr. Studly. We," she said, gesturing to herself and then to him, "decided that we'll be there for each other when we can, and that you're not going to break up with Sally. That means you still have to be a boyfriend to her."

He stared at her quietly for a few more moments, trying to gauge if she was really okay and ultimately deciding that she was.

"I'm fine," she said, rolling her eyes and waving a hand his way dismissively. "Go! Fuck your girlfriends."

He chuckled and shook his head at her in mock dismay. "In all honesty they're probably doing that right now."

Standing, he leaned over and kissed her on the head, then turned and left the room without another word.

***

Sitting in his truck at a stoplight on the way to Danny and Hannah's apartment five minutes later, Dane found that he really wanted to just go back and be with Sam. He felt like a lovesick teenager and couldn't get her beautiful face out of his head.

When he'd left, he'd started to text Sally to find out where she was but saw that she'd sent him a message earlier detailing her plans. Unsurprisingly she was with Hannah and Danny. He fully expected to find the three fucking each other's brains out when he got there, so it was an understatement to say that he was surprised to find them doing the opposite. Hannah and Sally were talking to one another on the couch and Danny was watching TV from his recliner.

"Hey babe," Sally called out, looking up.

He must have had a perplexed look on his face, as she did a doubletake before she asked, "what is it?"

"I just expected to find you guys all fucking," he explained. "I'm surprised, I guess."

"They wanted to start fooling around earlier, but I made them wait," Danny said, turning and flashing a wide smile.

"Oh, what the hell ever," Sally said, tossing a throw pillow from the couch at him.

"Don't believe him," Hannah said as he walked over to give Sally a kiss. "He tried to convince both of us to give him head."

Dane chuckled, glancing over at his little brother and seeing him shrug.

Danny cocked his head then and looked at him directly. "Hey man, I meant to ask what's this party mom and dad are throwing next weekend?"

Dane glanced back over. "Halloween party," he said. "She mentioned that they're having something with their friends the weekend after this coming one. Mom wanted me to tell everyone about it, so I guess we're invited."

"Oh," Danny said, a disgusted look on his face. "Bunch of old wrinkly fucks getting drunk and shit? Pass."

Dane rolled his eyes but didn't push the subject. His parents' parties were usually pretty fun, so he didn't get his brother's disdain for the idea. He turned, seeing that Hannah had moved closer to his girlfriend and was leaning over, her ear against Sally's chest.

"Took you long enough to get here," she said, one hand moving up to cradle the curve of his girlfriend's breast.

"You two could have started without me," he said, smirking at her.

He had the image of Sam on her knees in a tiny closet, a cock sliding through a hole in the wall and her sweet, innocent face immediately descending toward it. His pulse quickened, blood pumping through him.

"We decided that, while we both enjoy going down on one another, we really just prefer cock," Sally said, Hannah nodding in agreement. The latter slid to the side, making room for him on the couch.

He turned, flopping down and kicking off his shoes. Raising his left arm, he wrapped it around Hannah's shoulder as she leaned back in to snuggle up against him, one of her wonderfully large tits pushing delightfully into his side.

"So, stop keeping this one so far away," Hannah said, her hand sliding over and gripping his steadily growing bulge.

"If you need dick so bad, why don't you just use that one?" he asked, nodding at his brother.

"I've had that one," Hannah said, waving a hand dismissively.

"Thanks babe," Danny called out, flipping them off while still focusing on his TV show.

"Well, you've had this one too," Dane pointed out.

Hannah moved from the couch to the floor, her hands moving to start unzipping his pants, a pouty expression on her face as she looked up at him.

"But I like this one," she said, pouting even more.

"It's the same size," Dane said, frowning at her.

"Yeah, mostly," Sally said, kissing his earlobe and stroking his chest. "But experience counts too."

Hannah nodded happily, her hand reaching in and finding his steadily growing erection.

He had to admit that it felt nice having both women want him. He knew that they were likely catering to his ego, not that it mattered much. All that he cared about was that this is what he and Sam had agreed on. They needed to maintain the status quo. Of course, he figured that he had more to deal with than she did.

Sam didn't have a relationship to maintain, at least not a boyfriend/girlfriend one. Nor was she being constantly seduced by two horny women.

He chuckled to himself as he thought about what he was actually complaining about. He couldn't really complain about the work he was having to put in to keep Sally and Hannah happy. All he had to do was show up, fuck whichever one wanted him, not get jealous of his brother doing the same, and not die of exhaustion.

Hannah continued to stare at him, her tongue running briefly along her bottom lip before gently biting it.

Sam had told him to come over here and fuck both girls. That's what she wanted!

He smiled, remembering her arrogant expression and single raised eyebrow in his mind as she pointed toward her door. He'd wanted to stay and just fuck her but couldn't really deny the appeal of doing what she wanted.

His resolve coalesced then, and he raised a single eyebrow at Hannah. If Sam wanted him to come over and fuck his 'girlfriends', then that was what he'd do.

"Take your shirt off," he said, looking down at Hannah.

She stared at him a moment longer, but did as he asked after a few seconds, reaching down and sliding her top off, her heavy tits spilling free.

"Those are fuckin' perfect," he remarked, smirking as he looked down at them.

"Aren't they?" Sally whispered in his ear. "They have to be one of my favorite things about her. Besides everything else that is."

Hannah's smile widened, and she moved forward just a little. Reaching out, she undid his pants button and freed his cock completely, holding it for a moment before starting to stroke.

Sam wouldn't have been able to just sit there and stroke it, he supposed. Her mouth and incredible tongue would have already been going to town. He again had the urge to go back to her but knew that this was what he needed to do.

His cock free, Hannah got even closer to him, pushing his legs out wide and lifting her delightfully huge rack up and squeezing one on each side of his cock. Locked safely in her cleavage, she began to lift them up and down, moving her body as well. He'd never titty fucked a girl before and it was definitely a unique experience.

"That looks so good," Sally said. "I think I'll go try on Danny."

Dane shook his head, not taking his eyes off Hannah. He felt Sally moving from the couch beside him, seeing her heading toward his brother from his peripheral vision.

"Oh, now y'all wanna piece of me?" Danny asked.

Sally didn't respond, though Dane heard the sound of pants being unbuttoned and a zipper being lowered. The telltale noises were followed quickly by a groan of pleasure.

He continued to watch Hannah, his eyes locked on her as she rubbed her tits up and down his shaft. A moment later, she paused, looking down at the head of his cock and spitting a glob of saliva out. It hit the crown and oozed around it, the flesh of her tits taking it and coating portions of his cock flesh.

Danny's chair made some noises and Dane saw the two moving over to the couch out of the corner of his eye. Danny was pushed to a sitting position right next to Dane, Sally moving up to start to try and titty fuck him.

Dane finally looked over at his girlfriend. Her boobs weren't nearly as big as Hannah's were, but his brother didn't seem to care. She'd lost her shirt at some point and was sliding her own smaller tits up and down his cock, just as Hannah was doing with Dane.

He stopped watching the other two and looked back at Hannah's pretty face. She was still staring at him with an intense expression, and he felt the sudden urge to reach out, grab her by the hair, and slam her face down on his cock. He pictured himself doing the same to Sam and his gut reaction was to shake his head.

"No?" Hannah asked, slowing. "Getting close or is it bad?"

Dane mentally kicked himself, then did his best to try and force Sam from his thoughts. He immediately had a mental image of her clinging to his back, peeking around his head and saying, "I'm still here!"

Thinking fast, he smirked at her, then stood.

"No, it was good," he said. "I just don't want to blow a load on your tits."

"No?" she asked, looking down at them. "Your brother likes to."

"Show him the trick," Danny said.

Dane glanced over, seeing Sally getting a little frustrated with her attempts at tittyfucking. Apparently, she was over trying to do it right and simply lowered her face to his crotch, her head soon bobbing up and down.

Dane looked back over at Hannah, seeing her looking up at him.

"Wanna see my trick?" she asked.

He smiled, nodding at her. "Surprise me."

She snickered and looked down, her hands moving up to her right breast. "He likes to cum on them while I do this," she explained, and lifted her breast.

Holding it up, she lowered her head and popped her nipple into her mouth, sucking briefly then running her tongue on it a few times. Grinning, she let it drop and looked up at him.

"That's hot," he agreed, grinning at her.

"Eh," she said, shrugging. "It doesn't do anything for me, but my baby likes it."

"Fuck yeah I do," Danny said.

Dane glanced over again, seeing Danny holding Sally's head down for a few seconds. He had the impulse to reach over and force her back down, or maybe to tell Danny to be rough with her.

"I've always thought there were better things my mouth could be doing," Hannah said.

Dane grinned, turning back to her and acting on the sudden impulses that came to him. Reaching down, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled, driving his cock between her grinning lips and sliding it comfortably inside.

Hannah moaned in response, her hand sliding down into her panties.

He closed his eyes, raising his head as she began to work her lips up and down his shaft, moaning as she did so. Sam's pretty face appeared in his head, smiling at him.

"Good boy," the vision said. "Fuck that slut."

He rolled his eyes at the absurdity of the fantasy, but it was exciting, nonetheless.

Several minutes went by while the two girls busied themselves sucking off the two brothers. Sally was the first to change things up, pulling Danny off the couch and down on top of her as she laid back on the carpet. In no time at all the two were fucking, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her.

Dane grinned as Sally looked over at him, a smile on her face. Reaching down, he gestured for Hannah to give him her hand and helped her to her feet.

"Come on," he said, sliding his fingers into her own and leading her toward the bedroom.

She smiled, clutching him close as he led the way, then sliding into bed and spreading her legs for him. Dane grinned, now more than excited to do as Sam had suggested. He took a moment to enjoy the sight of Hannah spreading her legs and making it visually obvious that she was his.

Essentially, Sam wanted him to conceal the fact that they were lovers by continuing to fuck his own girlfriend, as well as his brother's.

Kneeling on the bed and positioning himself between Hannah's gorgeous thighs, he realized what he was really being asked to do.

He had another vision of Sam appear, a smirking expression on her face.

"If you want to keep fucking me, you have to keep fucking them."

Hannah grinned at him as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit. She reached down and pulled her tit up, sucking it into her mouth again with a playful glint in her eye.

Yeah, he figured he could keep doing that.

*****

Sam

Friday

The next day, Sam awoke feeling better, almost as good as the morning after she and Dane had been together again. Sliding out of bed, she went about her morning duties before heading downstairs to find something for breakfast. Halfway down the steps, she felt a familiar twinge deep inside. She stopped in her tracks, feeling the desire, no... the need to be fucked again suddenly hit her. It was only for a moment, an impulse racing through her, but it had been powerful and all too familiar.

She winced, knowing that she'd have to find relief before too long.

Continuing down the steps and turning into the kitchen, she was relieved to find it empty. Heading over to the fridge, she pulled out some fruit turning to get the cutting board and knife she normally used. As she reached for the knife, the ache within hammered hard again, causing her to freeze in place once again.

"Fuck," she whispered, shaking her head.

Taking a moment to clear her head, she grabbed the knife and turned back to the island. There, she took another short pause to keep herself focused, though she could feel the desire to be fucked thrumming to life inside.

Only vaguely aware that she was doing so, she began to cut up select pieces for her morning meal.

"Oh, honey," a voice behind her said. "You might want to at least put some shorts on over your panties."

Sam heard her mother's voice and blushed immediately. She felt the thrumming need ease slightly as she turned to see her mom coming in from the other entrance wearing her bathrobe holding a steaming cup of coffee.

She looked down, sighing in irritation at herself. She'd stupidly just waltzed downstairs in a nightshirt and panties as if she were a kid again and it didn't matter. She hadn't even stopped and put on a bra!

"S...sorry," she stammered, pulling her shirt down.

"Not a big deal," her mother continued. "I just don't want things to be hard on you."

She nodded, closing her eyes and holding still as the urge to be fucked roared to life. She was suddenly back at The Mess Around, a gloriously huge cock filling her mouth with succulent, yummy cum.

"What's hard?" another voice called out.

Sam winced, groaning quietly and closing her eyes. Trying to be as sneaky as possible, she pulled her shirt down at the bottom, hoping to conceal her panties.

"Morning kiddo," her dad said, kissing her on the back of the head and gently rubbing her shoulder for a moment.

She tried to respond with a "Morning, Daddy!" but all that came out was a muffled noise and a half-hearted head wiggle.

The flesh of his lips pressed against the back of her head left her short of breath, her mind reeling as she tried to keep filthy thoughts out of it. The hand on her shoulder felt like heat was radiating deep into her body from his palm. She could swear that she could smell his arousal, and just knew that if she turned around, she'd see his cock in all its girth and glory, ready for whatever twisted little desire her deviant brain could conjure up.

Her mother moved around the island, walking steadily toward the laundry room to start another load of clothes. The sight of normality caused her pussy to start behaving its damn self and let her heart slow down and stop pounding so hard.

She saw him reach around her, his masculine forearm sliding against hers as he reached out to snatch a grape from the bowl in front of her.