The Sibling Diaries Ch. 05 Pt. 01

"See what I mean, why he should be expected to be faithful to a slut like you escapes me."

Sandy stepped over to where Gretta still knelt on the floor and had her move, remaining on her knees, in front of the guy's new location she bent over and whispered in Gretta's ear again and my sister leaned down and began to kiss his hard cock. It bounced around as Gretta kissed up and down its length. Beside me, I felt the woman stiffen.

She was shaking and looking over I watched a single tear run down her cheek and then another; she was crying. Some of the impact of her pain was lost on me because even as she wept silently, she continued to slide herself against the smooth wooden surface of her chair, making wet, sticky sounds as she did. Sandra stood next to her watching the entire scene and lightly slapping her swollen cunt as we both continued to squirm in our respective seats.

In front of us Gretta had progressed to the next stage of my neighbors torture and had slipped her lips over the head of the cock before her and was working herself up and down, taking in a little more each time she slid her lips over his swollen shaft. Gretta's nipples were erect and swollen, pulled into even greater prominence by her hands being cuffed behind her back. As I watched, a single drop of her sweet lubrication feel from between her legs and lay glistening on the shining hardwood floor. Another followed, landing with an almost imperceptible dripping sound, doubling the size of the glistening pool.

Almost against my will, I started to bounce my cock again, aware of my neighbors conflict and pain, but I couldn't help myself. I listened to the sounds Gretta was making, now swallowing nearly three fourths of his stiff cock. I could see the beads of perspiration form on his cheeks and chest as he struggled to stave off orgasm and final evidence of his base animal nature. Standing next to him and rubbing her pussy, Sandy continued to survey all of us as we squirmed in unavailing passion and impotent desire.

Suddenly I felt a warm hand take mine. It took me a second to realize that my neighbor had just enough freedom of movement to be able to do this. In a strange way it was this single gesture that made this dream so erotic, so memorable I can recount it here, nearly word for word.

We sat there, holding hands, this strange woman with tears running down her face as Gretta slid her lips up and down her husband's erect shaft. As her head moved up and down her cunt drooled a steady stream of fluid onto the puddle that was growing between her legs. Every once in a while I would hear a drop fall from the puddle in the seat of my own chair. This sound was punctuated by the slippery sounds my neighbor made as she slid her own swollen cunt against the cool smooth surface of her chair in a fruitless and pathetic effort to obtain some sort of gratification from that unsympathetic surface.

Sandy leaned over and spoke into his ear in a conversational tone. "Your wife is watching you right now my fine fellow and I hate to say it, but your performance is pretty disappointing. She's crying. If you let yourself come, she's liable to think you really don't love her that much after all."

His face contorted under the blindfold and he tried to pull back form the hungry mouth that slid up and down his swollen manhood without mercy.

Stepping over to my neighbor, Sandy spoke in an offhand manner over her shoulder, "But frankly, if you could see how aroused she is, I think you'd be a little dissatisfied with her restraint also."

Lightly slapping my neighbors swollen cunt, you said, "Isn't that right my dear, you'd let someone make you cream right now wouldn't you?"

My neighbor didn't reply. As tears continued to course down her cheeks, she spread her legs and allowed you to continue to lightly spank her aching and swollen pussy.

Her husband was growing more and more agitated as Gretta's relentless lips slid up and down his cock. It grew slipperier as his semen mixed with Gretta's saliva and his efforts to stave off the inevitable orgasm proved as ineffective as his wife's efforts to hasten her own.

Sandra stopped spanking my neighbor's pussy, stepped back and resumed masturbating as she watched the inescapable conclusion unfolding.

Gretta continued sucking on his hard, slippery cock and as tears streamed from beneath the blindfold, he gave up his fruitless struggle to not climax in front of his wife.

We saw his body grow taunt. I felt the pressure of my neighbors grasp intensify and suddenly we could both hear Gretta swallowing as his tortured cock released its load into her sweet warm mouth. At the same time we both heard a small spattering and watched as a shower of liquid issued from between Gretta's legs running down her thighs and dripping onto the floor. All the while Gretta continued to swallow an apparently extensive amount of hot cream. She was not entirely successful. Despite swallowing as fast as she could, the volume overcame her. A string of his sperm dripped from her chin falling to the floor and mixing with the large puddle that continued to expand between her legs as she shuddered and squirted a forceful stream that spattered and splashed as we watched.

I felt the tight grip my neighbor had on my hand loosen a bit and looked over at her. She had closed her eyes and the tears that had stained her face were drying. Her glasses were fogged over and her face had such an expression of bliss and relief that I was dumbstruck. She was shuddering violently and I realized that she too was climaxing. Her breasts, which she had thrust forward were flushed and covered with goose pimples, the nipples standing rigid and erect. I looked down and saw that her pussy was slowly running with cream and as I watched it contract and another flow of cream oozed over the swollen lips of her cunt onto a mound already slick with her excitement.

At that moment, I felt a movement at my feet. I looked down and Gretta knelt there, preparing to slide her soft lips over my turgid manhood while Sandy guided her efforts, her soft hand on the back of her neck. That's when I woke up.

My eyes flew open in the darkness of my own room. and at once I realized two things, well really three things. First of all, Gretta was still asleep with me. Second of all, I had a relentlessly hard dick, as rigid as a board. It was snuggly trapped between Gretta's thighs. Third of all, I realized that Gretta had guided my hand between her legs against her cunt and was rhythmically squeezing her thighs together creating delightful pressure for both of us.

Apparently she must have been doing this for some time because I was white hot with excitement before my mind had really cleared. I wondered briefly if I was still dreaming. I felt the fingers of her other hand lightly touching under the tip of my cock that just protruded from between her legs. I whispered, "Gretta"

"Hmm?" She said sleepily continuing to squeeze her legs together. I could feel her clit against my hand every time her legs contracted. As if it had a mind of its own my free hand moved to her naked breasts and gently brushed her nipples, first one and then the other. They were hard, like little pencil erasers. Each time I brushed them she shuddered, but made no other response, the squeezing continuing relentlessly.

As I continued to lightly touch her erect nipples, her breathing deepened and the pressure of each squeeze became firmer. I continued doing this for some time and then I began to caress her shoulders and her naked arms. I felt little goose bumps rise on her flesh as I did this. I kept on touching her, my hand continuing up to her neck and for a while I lingered there stroking lightly. Then I touched her face, tracing patterns on her soft cheeks. When my finger reached her lips, I felt her lightly kiss it and then with the tip of her tongue lick it.

As soon as her tongue touched my finger, I felt a small cascade of fluid gush from her already slippery cunt and realized that for some reason this excited her. I gently slipped my finger in her mouth and she immediately started to suck on it. Another rush of sweet liquid warmed my fingers and the pressure and intensity of the squeezing doubled.

Moving my trapped hand only slightly, I was able to touch Gretta's rigid clit directly. Even in this cramped space I was able to flick it back and forth. I did this once or twice and instantaneously sent her over the edge. Gretta shuddered and began to cream in earnest on the trapped hand, her breathing, now a tortured rasp as she continued sucking my finger and shaking in silent, unacknowledged orgasm. I felt a strong gush of fluid against my hand as her orgasm overtook her. I could hear it even as I felt it spatter against my trapped hand. Her stiff little clit now a rubbery little penis standing rigidly erect swimming in the cream that continued to gush from her contracting pussy running over my fingers and dripping onto the sheet.

She wasn't doing it alone. At the same time she was desperately creaming herself, my cock was squirting my own warm cream over the fingers of her hand in leisurely pulses. I could hear each jet spattering on the bed until she covered the tip with her hand capturing my ejaculation and letting it spill over her palm and through her fingers to run down her leg in a warm stream.

We held each other shuddering in diminishing passion until the soft afterglow swept us back to sleep amid the tangled and damp wreckage of my bed.

I woke up an hour or so later and gingerly climbed out of bed showered and went out on the couch to finish off my nap. When I woke again, it was late afternoon and Gretta was nowhere to be seen.

For a moment I just rested looking at the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window and then the gravity of our behavior began to dawn on me. As I was occupied with these dark thoughts, Gretta breezed into the room as if nothing had happened and said, "Have you taken to sleeping out here? I know the couch is comfortable, but you've got a bed you know."

She left the room without a backward glance and came in with coffee a few moments later. Looking directly at her for the first time, I said, "Gretta, about this afternoon.."

"What about it?" She said unconcernedly, "I mean, David, it's your apartment and if you want to sleep on the couch, that's your business."

I was thunderstruck. Apparently she was taking the not talking about it thing seriously. I played along. As she was leaving, I went to kiss her and she offered me a cheek upon which I deposited a brotherly peck.

"What's that for? She asked quizzically.

"I'm just glad you're my sister." I said

"I'm glad you're my brother too, but I've got to run, I'll see you tonight."

She dashed out the door leaving me standing in a silent apartment.

When I went back in my room, the bed was made and I couldn't tell if the sheets had been changed or not I ran to the laundry hamper to see if there was an extra set of sheets there, but it was empty.

I stood thinking for a minute and went to check my stash of erotic reading material and three books were missing. "Family Love", "Perverted Stories" and "Erotic Letters."

I'm ashamed to admit that I went through some of Gretta's room and they weren't there, at least where I could find them. Her bed was also made.

Here's my question. Did this really happen? Did I just have the world's most erotic dream or am I going crazy? You tell me.

I was shaking my head as I went downstairs to celebrate our anniversary

JUST OFF COASTAL HIGHWAY 101, 40 MILES NORTH OF SAN-FRANCISCO

An hour later I was driving along the coast highway relishing the wild and beautiful drive along the Pacific.

While I've got the mansion in the sky, Sandy has the house on the beach. It's not quite as luxurious as mine is, but on the other hand she owns it free and clear; not a little thing for a twenty-four year old. It's white stucco Spanish style three bedroom home that sits about twenty feet above the water on a nice flat piece of land, not perched on a hill like many Northern California homes. The home is both mudslide and earthquake proof.

At six that evening I drove up the cobbled drive to Sandy's semi-secluded home and parked my car. I had decided that a tuxedo was overkill and had worn a dark suit. It turned out I was right on the money.

Sandy greeted me at the door wearing the proverbial little black dress. Susan, she said was still dressing.

Now Sandy always is stunning, but tonight she was exceptional. Her flawless complexion was set off by the dark dress. Her neckline didn't exactly plunge, rather it dipped fetchingly showing the tops of her extraordinary breasts to such an advantage it nearly took my breath away. Her hemline hovered somewhere between modest and "Hey look at me!" I looked and as usual I liked what I was seeing. As usual she wore flats that accentuated her diminutive stature.

She was delighted with the diamond studs I brought with me and put them on without hesitation. They added the final touch to her ensemble.

Of course I had the thing that I felt would really add the final touch. In my pocket I carried a small black velvet box containing a ring that had made a considerable dent in my financial life. I had decided that tonight was the night. I was going to ask Sandy to marry me. I felt a tingle of terror combined with a rush of pure excitement every time I thought about it. I'd decided that If Susan was with us tonight, well all the better. "The more the merrier." I thought to myself.

Sandy had just finished putting the last stud in when Susan came into the room. She too was wearing a dark evening dress and while her hemline ended just above the knee, her neckline did plunge revealing a delightful portion of her anatomy without appearing tacky. Unlike her sister she had absolutely no compunction about wearing the classic ""come fuck me"" pumps which added a couple of inches to her height and caused her to jiggle agreeably when she walked. Smiling she extended her hand saying, "I don't think we've been introduced properly."

Sandy stepped up to us saying, "Susan, this is David, David, this is my sister Susan."

"Pleased to meet you."

"Likewise, I'm sure."

The door chimes interrupted our conversation.

"I wonder who that could be?" Sandy said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Excuse me for a moment both of you."

Sandy reappeared with a couple I had never met. The fellow was rather nondescript, but the girl was practically a carbon copy of Sandy except taller. Her jet-black hair was cut in a straight line at her naked white shoulders. Her deep brown eyes shone with good humor, but somewhere back there was a sparkle that capered with the gentle radiance of piercing intelligence. The dark formal evening dress she wore showed more than a hint of the tops of her lovely breasts. They were set off with a diamond pendant that sparkled and shone in the slight shadow her cleavage cast between them.

I heard Susan shout "Richard!" and felt a rush of air as she ran past me and flung herself in the man's arms.

Smiling, Sandy stepped to my side and took my hand.

"Please allow me to introduce my step brother Richard and his girlfriend Amy."

Susan unwrapped herself from Richard and allowed me to shake his hand and then Amy's.

Susan was looking at Sandy with adoration. "I might have known..." she began.

"Happy Birthday" Sandy replied, "I know it's been years since we've gotten together and we've got a lot to celebrate besides just your Birthday. At this point she gave me a meaningful glance. I wondered if she suspected my intentions. Before I had the chance to dig for information, she turned away and began mixing drinks for the group.

"Do you think that's wise?" I asked, "If we're going out tonight should we start drinking before we even leave?"

Sandy stopped rattling ice cubes long enough to look up with a bemused expression.

"Don't worry, it's all taken care of."

We stood in the living room making small talk for a little while when the chimes rang again. Sandy disappeared again and when she returned, my sister Gretta was with her and also dressed to kill. Her long blonde hair hung down in a simple braid that reached past her waist and she was wearing the ubiquitous little black dress. If Susan's dress plunged, Gretta's was doing a nosedive with a neckline that dropped nearly to her navel. It struck me that her slender build might not make her a very good fertility goddess, but fashion wise; she had a lot going for her. This skirt was short too. Not flashy short, but short enough to force a man ogling her to make some hard choices.

Sandy had taken her by the arm and was steering her toward the bar. As she passed me she glanced at my face and then blushed. The blush spoke volumes, I believe she actually did remember what I think happened earlier this afternoon, but I doubt she would admit it to me.

"I'm sorry the invitation came so late, but I wanted to ensure total secrecy and I know how close you and David are."

"That's quite all right, there aren't many girls who would invite the sister to an anniversary dinner...or the other thing."

"Well, we are an unusual family."

Sandy gave Gretta a piercing glance and raised a finger to her lips and Gretta nodded in return.

While Sandy introduced Gretta all around I wondered what the hell was going on. Clearly there was a big secret afoot that everyone except me seemed to know. The door chime interrupted my musings.

"David, would you please get that?"

At first I thought the police were at the door, but after a moment I realized that fellow standing on the porch was some kind of chauffeur. My suspicions were confirmed when he spoke up.

Your limousine is here" and handing me a card he continued, "Just call me when you're ready to depart."

I walked back into the living room in a daze. "There's a guy out front who say's we've ordered a limousine. If he's on the clock I guess we'd better get a move on"

"Don't worry about it" Sandy said with a careless wave of her hand, "the car is ours for as long as we want it. You can all finish your drinks, but don't gulp, I've got to make a couple of calls." With this she disappeared into another room.

In her absence I listened to the small talk and learned that Amy and Richard lived in Denver Colorado where Amy was attending post graduate school and Richard wrote for one of the local papers. It turned out that everyone ion the group was meeting Amy for the first time as well as Gretta and I.

Sandy reentered the room saying, "We're ok to go if everyone's ready." We all were. Our chauffeur stood beside the open door and helped us into the commodious seating area. I sunk into plush softness and wondered where we were going.

Sandy of course was not forthcoming. When I asked, she just smiled mysteriously and began pouring drinks.

"I hope you're not trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me." I joked. Sandy, again, just smiled. Gretta and Amy had struck up a conversation and were talking animatedly. Susan and Richard were likewise absorbed. Sandy leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Happy Anniversary David, I thought is was about time for you to meet some of my family and...also time for them to meet you."

I looked into her eyes and said, "I'm glad you feel like this, I hope you feel this way...forever."

She didn't say anything for a minute and then slowly nodded.

"That's what tonight's about David."

"Forever?"

"Maybe."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked uneasily.

"It all depends on you." She said, flashing that mysterious smile again, the passing lights reflecting on her flawless skin. I felt a pang of love that warmed me to my very core. She took my hand and we sat in contented silence sipping our drinks as the city lights slid by the window.