Tricked Twice

With the ice broken, she joined in on the fun. If I hadn't been able to experience it intimately, I would never have guessed my little sister could move her hips like that. She rocked back until my cock was halfway out, then pressed forward again with enough force to move a mountain.

All I had to do was hold on and enjoy the ride. Alex laid on her back in front of me, spread her legs, and started to rub herself. She was incredibly wet, too. I grabbed both of Claire's buttcheeks and spread them to make sure my girlfriend got a good view. Alex blew me a kiss.

Just then, it hit me what we were doing. It wasn't like I didn't realize before but the awareness intensified. Little Claire-bear, my dorky sister had an amazing pair of tits and a supple ass. She was wet and she knew how to fuck.

To my great surprise, it was Alex that came first. One second she was furiously rubbing her clit, the next she lay writhing and moaning, lost to the word. Claire came shortly afterward as if they were linked by orgasmic energy.

The grinding slowed down and she clung to me as her entire body vibrated with pleasure. The walls of her vagina contracted along my shaft, rhythmically massaging it. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on not climaxing.

"Don't hold back, dummy," Alex panted. "Fill 'er up."

The already thin wall came tumbling down and I let loose a torrent of cum. It felt like I hadn't had an orgasm in at least a decade and now everything poured out at once. My cock pulsated and I pumped load after load inside of Claire.

When I opened my eyes again, Alex's face was right in front of me. Her eyes glowed with joy and her grin spread from ear to ear.

"You just creampied your sister," she said in a sing-song voice.

Still breathless, I just nodded. My cock twitched with pride.

Reaching around me, Alex grabbed Claire's wrists and pulled them apart. She supported my sister, gently letting her down. Cool air rushed against my bare chest, devoid of her warmth. I missed it already.

My cock was somehow still mostly erect. It bent down, staying halfway inside Claire. Alex planted a quick kiss on her forehead, then crawled over her.

Like a hungry lioness, Alex attacked the spot where the two of us were still connected. She licked the fresh mix of semen and juices off my shaft with a fervor I'd never seen in her. Using her fingers, she gently coaxed my penis out of Claire's vagina and took all of it inside her mouth.

After dragging her lips agonizingly slowly over my sensitive shaft, she attacked Claire's pussy. She really went for it, shoving her entire mouth between my sister's folds and feeding as if it were a trough.

Claire breathed in sharply. "Wait, wait, w-w-wait," she stammered, trying to squirm out of Alex's grip.

There was no avoiding it. Growing ever more desperate, Claire writhed and moaned. Until she started to shake again.

Surfacing for air, Alex's face lower face was generously coated in goo. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. A massive load of semen filled her mouth. She closed her mouth again, turned around, and kissed Claire.

Watching the two of them kiss while sharing my semen was enough to get me going. I grabbed Alex's hips, pulled her to her knees, and shoved inside of her without much ceremony.

Part of me had feared that maybe it would feel different but that proved to be unfounded. Alex's pussy was just as great as my sister's. More familiar — in a loving, nurturing way. Less thrill but more love.

"You are so fucking hot, you know that?" Alex rasped to Claire.

"So are you," Claire whispered back.

"You fucked your brother for me."

"I wanted to."

"So hot..." Alex said breathlessly. "Such a perfect little slut."

"I'm not a slut."

"Yes, you are, my dear," Alex said, kissing Claire's neck. "My wonderful, amazing slut."

"Okay, I am," Claire laughed. "I'm your slut."

"Can I be your big slut?" I asked.

The two of them started laughing. Alex doubled over, slipping away from my grip. She fell on top of Claire and in one smooth motion, rolled the two of them over.

"Fuck your sister, you big slut," Alex demanded. She grabbed Claire's cheeks and spread them.

The two of them went back to making out. I grabbed Claire's hips and did as requested. Enjoying the leverage I had, I pounded faster than before. My thighs slammed into the back of Claire's legs, making her leap forward an inch.

"Hey! Slower," Alex hissed. "We're trying to make out here."

I rolled my eyes and went slower. Alex's legs moved and she stuck one leg between Claire's, one out the side. She scooted closer until her crotch straddled Claire's thigh and started to grind her hips. A human scratching post for her pussy.

That time, I didn't even know who came or when. All I cared about was enjoying myself. Powerful, sexual energy permeated the air. I felt like a stud and both women were happy to let me know how great they felt.

It was heaven on earth and we spent an eternity in each others' embraces.

* * * * *

When I woke up, the room was dim. The candles were out and the door was closed but enough lights seeped through the blinds to let me know it was still daylight outside. Alex laid next to me, still naked. Her hand held my limp cock. Claire, however, was gone. Someone was making something amazing in the kitchen.

All the muscles in my body felt sore. I carefully moved Alex's hand off my junk, sat up, and stretched. Oh, that felt good. Almost better sex. Almost. I grabbed the pair of boxers on the ground, put them on, and tip-toed to the door to find out what smelled so delicious.

Standing in front of the stovetop, wearing one of my t-shirts, was Claire. The yellow shirt was just long enough to cover her butt, as long as she didn't move at all. Sometimes it was still hard to think of my sister as sexy but seeing her like that drove any sort of doubt out of my mind.

Looking at me over the shoulder, Claire flashed me a grin.

"Finally out of the sex coma, huh? I'm starving so I'm making pancakes. You want some?"

"God yes, please," I groaned.

"They'll be done in a couple minutes," she said. She set down the spatula, grabbed the hem of the t-shirt, and pulled it up over her butt. "In the meantime, why don't you keep me company?" she asked.

Wondering why I even bothered putting on boxers, I shoved them off again. Somehow, I was still able to get hard. In three big strides, I stood behind my sister, pushed her right leg out a little using my foot, and pressed my rock hard cock between her bubble butt.

"Please go faster this time," Claire said.

Picking up the ladle, Claire scooped another batch of batter into the hot pan. I guided my cock between her folds, grabbed her hips, and pushed in. This time, I didn't slow down. Though, if I had to be honest, I was still weary from before and couldn't plow her as hard as I wanted to.

The third pancake burnt because Claire stopped paying attention, gripping the countertop so tight her knuckles turned white. I kept going while she scooped out the charred bits.

By the fifth pancake, I came. I pressed her body firmly down on my cock and blew my load as deep as I could manage. I held her there until every last drop had been drained and only then withdrew.

"Mmm, harder is better," Claire purred.

"Everything is great," I said, laughing. "Sex is great."

"You have an amazing cock, by the way," she said.

"And you have an amazing girl part," I replied.

"Really?" she asked in surprise, turning around to look at me.

"Yeah. Nice and tight."

Scooping out the last pancake and placing it on top of the stack, Claire turned off the stove. She grabbed a towel and dried her hands.

"So... you like having sex with me?" she asked in an odd tone of voice.

"Yeah, it's incredible. Why? You don't?"

"No, I do, but..."

"But what?"

To my surprise, Claire stood up on her tippy toes and went in for a kiss. More surprised than anything else, I obliged her. Our lips met and I opened my mouth to greet her. We barely touched when both of us pulled back.

"It still feels weird," she said.

"I know. It does."

"Why can't we kiss?" she asked.

I didn't have an answer. I grabbed the plate with the pancakes just so I could pretend to have something to do. Claire retrieved three plates, forks, and a bottle of maple syrup.

We sat down at the table but neither of us made a move for the food. We looked at each other and the tension was palpable.

I broke first. "I like having sex with you but I don't really love you. I mean, I love you in the way a brother loves his sister, but, uh, I guess we're beyond that now. I just mean that I—"

"I know what you mean," she interrupted my idiotic stammering. "I feel that way, too. Mad boinking? Bring it on... but the idea of you being my, uh, boyfriend? Ew."

"So what does that mean for us?"

"I don't know," Claire sighed. "Have you always wanted to have sex with me?"

The question threw me for a loop. "I'm not sure, actually. I just remember when you moved in, Alex kept throwing these subtle hints... well, more than hints really. She showed me stuff and we, uh, roleplayed. Suddenly, I couldn't stop thinking about you naked and when Alex found out just how horny I was, she made it happen. Somehow. Have you always wanted to have sex with me?"

"No, not really. This is gonna sound crazy but... I think Alex was the one who talked me into it. She was always flirting with me and telling me all these super hot things about. And then she gave me your penis and—"

"My what?" I interrupted.

"Nevermind. I think what I'm trying to say is that pretty much Alex was the one who talked me into it."

"You know, the more I think about it, the more you may be right. Did she trick us both into having sex?"

"Maybe. I think so. Yeah," Claire giggled.

I groaned. "Oh great. Did we make a mistake?"

Claire hung her head and didn't answer. Was that her answer? Had my girlfriend really manipulated both of us into sex and now irrevocably ruined our relationship? My stomach started to tie into a knot.

But then Claire said something completely unexpected.

"I think I love her," she mumbled under her breath, head still downcast.

"What?"

Claire looked up at me. Tears welled up in her eyes. "I'm in love with Alex."

Stunned, I just looked at my little sister. A tear rolled down her cheek. Her face was filled with sorrow. It took a few moments for her words to reach my brain.

What did she mean that she was in love with Alex? Alex was my girlfriend, not hers. The thought was absurd. Then the memory of earlier came back to me. The two of them, passionately making out. Did Claire really love Alex? In that way?

"Are you mad?" Claire asked.

"Just confused."

"I think about her the last thing before I go to sleep and the first thing when I wake up. Every time I'm near her, I have butterflies in my stomach and I want to lose myself in her eyes. When we kiss, I feel like I can die in peace."

"Yeah, that's how I feel about her, too," I sighed.

"What do we do now?" she asked.

I grabbed a pancake, rolled it into a tube, and tore a huge chunk out of it. That made me realize I was hungrier than I thought and I already had the next pancake in hand before finishing the first. Claire was right behind me, though she managed to drench hers in syrup before stuffing it shamelessly in her mouth.

The bedroom door opened and Alex strode out. Unlike us, she hadn't bothered with clothes, strutting into the living room like an empress.

"What's going on here?" she asked, smirking.

"I waf hungy," Claire answered with a mouth full of pancake.

Alex walked over to my sister, grabbed her head with both hands, and kissed her. I was a little hurt that she chose Claire to kiss, not me. The bitter sting of envy. Did Alex love Claire, too? What did that mean for our relationship?

When I saw the expression on Claire's face after Alex let up, the bitterness in me faded. Claire was as happy as I'd ever seen. She beamed at Alex with big, brown doe eyes, looking like she was ready to give up everything just to bask in her presence. Memories of when I started dating Alex bubbled up and how I wanted nothing more than to bathe in her presence.

"Mmm, syrupy," Alex said, licking her lips.

Then it was my time. I quickly swallowed my food and then braced myself for the hurricane that is Alex's tongue. I touched her waist and attempted to guide her closer. I wanted to feel her body against mine. She refused, choosing to keep standing.

Apparently satisfied, she sat down on a chair between us and grabbed a pancake of her own.

"I couldn't help but notice you two had sex again," she said, looking at both of us.

"Uh, yeah," Claire giggled.

"She pulled up her shirt and wanted me to fuck her while she was cooking," I explained. "I hope that's okay."

"Of course it is," Alex said with a genuine grin. "I'm thrilled the two of you are getting along so well."

"About that," I said, switching to my serious tone. "We couldn't help but notice that you tricked both of us into thinking the other really wanted to have sex with us."

"IIIIIIIIIIII... may have done a little poking and prodding," Alex said innocently and tore off a piece of pancake to eat.

"Alexandria," I said sternly.

Alex rolled her eyes and then sighed.

"Fine. I may have done more than a little prodding."

"Why?" Claire asked.

"I don't know. I've just always thought the idea of a brother and sister sleeping together was, well, hot. Growing up together, bound by both blood and love. It's such a taboo subject but I've been reading stories on the internet for a long time, and it happens way more often than you think. There are forums where people discuss their experiences and I used to go on there and masturbate to the idea. Except I don't have a brother."

"How'd you know it would work?" I asked.

"I didn't," Alex said and shrugged. "But when opportunity fell into my lap, I knew I had to try."

"Was it as good as you hoped?" Claire asked.

"Yeah, I think so. I still wish I had a brother but honestly, seeing Zack's cock in you was one of the most thrilling experiences of my life. Scratch that, it was the biggest thrill ever."

"Claire and I talked and we came to the conclusion we don't love each other, at least not in that way."

"Oh," Alex said and her shoulders sagged.

"But we do enjoy having sex," Claire added quickly. "Don't we?"

"Yes. Sex is fun but I don't really want to date Claire. And kissing her just feels weird."

"Well that's alright," Alex said, perking up again. "That way you still need me for something. I will do all the dating and, should you be in the mood for it, we will have sex."

"That sounds acceptable," I said.

"Speaking of," Claire said, eyeing me curiously. "I never got a chance to try out my blowjob skills."

"She's been practicing," Alex said, nodding at me.

"Sure, why not," I agreed.

As soon as I said it, Claire slid off her seat and under the table. She reappeared moments later, poking out between my legs. I scooted forward on the chair and spread my knees to give her better access.

It was an odd experience. Alex was a fantastic blowjob giver, so I was spoiled by highly experienced lips. Claire, on the other hand, seemed like she just wanted to explore. She tentatively licked my shaft and just placed the tip of my penis in her mouth.

"Is this your first blowjob?" I asked.

"No, but it is the first one in a while and the first one with a penis this big," she replied.

Alex laughed. "We are grateful for such a nice dick."

Maybe it was to show me what she could do but as my cock grew, she actually started blowing me. It was fairly inexperienced and she could only fit three inches in her mouth but it wasn't bad at all.

"How is it?" Alex asked between bites of pancake.

"Feels great," I answered. "A little funny, though."

"Funny how?"

"Like my sister is giving me a blowjob."

Alex snorted with laughter.

Despite climaxing so many times in one day I lost count, Claire's work had the intended effect. It helped that Alex had definitely taught her some tricks, like the thing she did with her tongue on the underside of my glans. Before long, I felt the orgasm start to build up deep inside me. Alex was watching my face with amusement.

I leaned back in the chair and readied myself for the inevitable. Just as she was about to push me over the edge, she stopped.

"How long does this freaking thing take? My jaw is starting to—"

It was already too late. I tried to stop and hold it back but my body didn't listen. A big rope of semen splashed on Claire's cheek. Another spurt landed across her nose and left eyebrow. Another on her chin. The rest fell short of her face, splattering her shirt or dribbling on the floor.

Scowling, Claire disappeared and resurfaced next to Alex, kneeling beside her chair. Alex took one look and started howling with laughter.

"Hey, that's not funny!" Claire protested. She inched closer and it was obvious what she wanted to happen next.

Unfortunately for her, Alex had other things in mind. She did lean forward but only to plant a very brief peck on Claire's lips. "Sweetie, your pancakes are much more delicious than your brother's manjuice."

"I'm gonna go take a shower, then," Claire said, shot me a nasty look, and stalked toward the bathroom.

"She's so funny," Alex said, chuckling.

I waited for the door to the bathroom to close before speaking.

"There is something we need to discuss," I said.

"Hmm?"

"Claire said that she was in love with you."

"Oh, that," Alex said, completely unsurprised.

"You know?"

"I'm not an idiot, Zack."

"Then you've probably had some time to think about what this means for us."

Alex sighed. "Yes. I love you, Zack. A lot. But I love her, too. She's so much like you, you know? Smaller, with more boobs and softer edges. On the inside, however, she might as well be your identical twin. She thinks like you and even has the same humor. I already knew every one of her buttons to push and God help me, I love pushing them."

"So you love both of us the same?"

"I do, Zack," she said and looked at me apologetically. "It wasn't part of my plan, it just happened."

"This is weird," I said.

"I've been trying my best not to let anything serious happen between the two of us without your approval, so far it's just been kissing and maybe a little fingering, but it's getting harder every day."

"And if I'm not okay with it?"

"Then it would be over between her and me. And between me and you. I don't know if I can still see you without constantly being reminded of her."

"I don't want that," I pleaded.

"I don't either."

"I guess we can give it a shot, then," I said, wondering what the hell I just signed up for.

"Let's go tell Claire the good news," Alex said, jumping out of her seat and dragging me toward the bathroom.

The water still dripped from the showerhead but Claire wasn't wrapped in a towel yet. She looked up in surprise at the two of us bursting into the bathroom.

"I know I haven't said it before but I love you, too, my little munchkin," Alex said.

"You told her?" Claire asked, looking at me wide-eyed.

"Yes."

"He's okay with it."

"He is?"

I nodded.

"Oh good," Claire sighed. "Because I have not been looking for an apartment this entire time."

Alex burst out in laughter and moments later, the sound of all of our laughter filled the small apartment.

There were so many things that could go wrong with this whole thing it seemed like it was impossible for it to go right. But I was exhilarated at the idea of trying.