Trilogy

"I'm queer, you know," I said.

"I wondered. Bisexual, I presume."

"I have no preferences. I take what's offered to me, if I find it attractive."

Her fingers dangled tantalizingly over my knee, their tips just brushing it.

"Am I attractive?" she asked.

"Well, yeah. Am I?" I wasn't sure who was doing the pushing here.

"I've never been with another woman before." She laughed and looked at me. "Have you heard that one before?"

"Only the last time I said it. I was a virgin six months ago. As far as other women were concerned, that is." I looked at her hand, still dangling.

"Do you want to?"

"When you touched me last night... I liked it. It excited me. I've thought about it before, wondered. I'd like to try it." Her hand landed solidly on my knee.

"You know," I said, covering her hand with mine, my heart thumping, "I learned an interesting thing at that party. Threesomes are lots of fun."

"Threesomes? Like you and John and me?"

"Yeah."

"You learned that at the party? Just by watching?"

"We three women were the only unattached people. The atmosphere kind of got to us."

"So you joined in?"

"No. We played together. One of the other women was quite experienced with other women. It was quite... educational. I think one with a man involved would be at least as much fun."

She was looking at me, a little shyly. I bent forward and touched her lips with mine, trying to go slow, but she wasn't too interested - her tongue parted my lips, and to my surprise she became the aggressor. Her arms went around me and she was against me, and I spread my hand over one side of her ass, curling my fingertips into the cleft as far as her shorts let me.

Her tongue explored my mouth thoroughly. I love the feeling of someone's tongue in my mouth, a warm, slippery thing, alive unlike any other part of the body. A tongue can be like a playful seal, leaping from place to place, from teeth to palate, or a probe, pushing and hard. Two tongues are like lovers, twining around each other like giraffes' necks. If they could fuck, they would.

Soon I'd lovingly pushed her tongue back to its own mouth and explored just as assiduously. I felt heat building between my legs.

The kiss ended at last. We looked at each other for a moment, and I touched her face. She dropped her eyes; she was actually blushing.

"Okay?" I asked. I was afraid to break the silence, afraid it would break the moment.

"Yes," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I pulled her tank top out of her shorts and up over hear head, letting her take care of getting it off her arms. She wore a sports bra, and I pushed it up off her lovely breasts. She took care of it, too, while I ran my hands over the pert mounds of brown-tipped flesh. The rest of her clothes followed quickly, and she sat cross-legged, her elbows on her knees, and watched me strip. I felt good under her eyes, an unaccustomed pride in my body making me thrust out my breasts as I exposed them to her. Naked, I knelt beside her, one knee touching her leg.

She put her hand on my leg, leaned over, and ran it up my thigh to my hip, up my side to my right breast. She tried to cup it, but it overflowed her hand. She got on her knees and moved as close as she could get, one knee between my legs. We embraced, belly to belly and breast to breast, kissing, and this time my fingers were deep in the cleft of her ass. How deep would she let me go? My forefinger found the rim of her anus, then the center, and she gripped my waist harder, her kiss insistent. I pulled my finger back, saving it for later. I started kissing my way downward. The downy skin of her cheek became moist beneath my lips, and she gasped as I nipped at her earlobe. Then I drew my tongue down her throat and into the hollow beneath her collarbone, tasting sweat-salt on her skin. Then I reached her breast. I licked it all over, all of it except her nipple.

She arched her back, breathing heavily, and when I judged the time to be right (and when I couldn't stand waiting any longer myself) I sucked as much of her nipple into my mouth as I could. She gasped and grabbed my head, and let out a little grunt as my tongue stabbed at her. Then I let it go and alternated circling her nipple with my tongue and sucking at it. Eventually I licked my way across to her other breast and did much the same thing.

This play eventually dissolved into more kissing, and then she wanted to do it to me. I lay back on the rough grass, twitched my shoulders around a little to kill an itch in the middle of my back, and let her go to it. She straddled my hips, and I ran my hands from her knees up to her breasts, which hung down delightfully over mine as her tongue explored the hollow of my throat.

I don't like my breasts all that much most of the time. They're too big, attracts lots of attention (some of it unwelcome) and give me backaches (all of them unwelcome). The only time I like them is during sex, whether it's just me masturbating in bed at night or with someone else. They are so sensitive, it's sometimes like there's direct link between them and my clit. I've made myself come playing with my breasts alone.

So I started getting pretty excited when Daphne put her nose right between them, then gathered one in each hand and squeezed them together. I felt her take a deep breath in there, felt her licking and nuzzling. I held fast to her hips, and opened my eyes only when she let my breasts go and straightened up for a moment. We looked at each other and smiled.

She bent over again, took my left breast between both hands and went to work on my nipple. Her mouth on my breast was exquisite. She seemed to devote all of her attention to it. The heat between my legs was like a fire, the tingling building with delicious agony in my clit. My vagina felt like a running faucet, and she was my only relief. Then she did the unexpected; she made me come.

She knew what she'd done and eased off her attentions, laying on top of me. I wrapped my legs and arms around her.

"You really came?" she asked, her mouth close to my ear.

"Oh, yeah."

"John always seems to like sucking on mine... I wanted to see what he experiences."

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"Yes!"

Daphne was in an exploratory mood now. Her fingers were making their way down my ribs, across my belly, to the edge of my pubis. Her eyes and mine had followed their progress southward, and when she stopped I spread my legs and moved my hips, urging her on. I found her looking at me, and she licked her lips and kissed me. She seemed nervous. I put a hand in her hair and tried to encourage her by kissing back. Somewhere in the middle of the kiss her hand slid between my legs and her fingers explored, first tentatively, then with greater assurance. I knew what she was thinking; it was very strange to touch another woman's sex for the first time, feeling things that are very familiar, yet receiving only half the sensation.

She had no trouble finding my clitoris, which she touched only briefly, as if wanting to prove she'd really found it. Then she traced the folds of my inner lips and finally ventured a finger inside, followed quickly by a second. Her two fingers filling me like a slender cock. I wanted more. If she had any uncertainty of how to please me, now was the time to end it. I broke the kiss.

"I want your tongue down there," I said. She looked down at where her fingers were buried to the third knuckle inside of me, and positioned herself between my legs. She removed her fingers from my vagina, and put her hands on the insides of my thighs, and pushed to spread them further than they were already.

She blew gently on my vulva, inhaling my scent. Then, just as I was about to give her head a push, she dove in. She lapped at my labia, tasting the juices coming from inside me, and finally un-hooded my clit.

I don't remember much after that. Her tongue was as magic to my sex as it had been to my mouth and nipples. I remember taking a hank of her hair between my fingers and rolling one of my nipples with the other hand, and the waves of pleasure that rolled over me like flowing lava. I remember being very noisy when I came. I remember tasting myself in her mouth when we kissed afterward. She rolled onto her back. After regaining my equilibrium, I bent down and kissed her breast, then rubbed my cheek down her thigh. She seemed to know what I wanted her to do without any words. I lay on my back and she lifted her leg over my head, and I took her lusciously wide hips in my hands and pulled her back and down so her pussy was positioned just above me. Looking between her legs, I saw her breasts dangling, and her head turned back to see what I was doing.

I ran my hands over the sweet globes of her ass and looked at the vulva above me, then put two fingers of my right hand into her. She was wet and very slippery and they slid in easily, all the way. I pulled my fingers out and put two from my other hand inside, better for what I wanted to do later.

I finger-fucked her for a few minutes, and felt her licking my thighs. Then I pulled her pussy down to my mouth, which I had wide open to encompass as much of her as possible with that first contact. She tasted very neutral, not spunky like some other women I'd tasted. I French-kissed her vulva, carefully keeping my tongue away from her clit but letting it range over her underbody, all the way up to her asshole and back down. She was quivering above me, her breath cool against my moist pussy.

Finally I probed for her clit and began circling it. She moaned even as she licked my labia. One of the nicest things about making love to another woman is being able to do what you want done to you. She'd done a good job on me.

I briefly put the middle finger of my left hand back into her vagina, but finger-fucking wasn't my intention. Instead I wet the rim of her asshole with the liquid and started working the digit in. She moaned loudly and shoved her tongue into my vagina, keeping it up as I pushed my finger deeper up her ass, wiggling and twisting it as I flicked my tongue faster and faster on her clit.

"Oh, GOD!" she yelled. I felt her sphincter convulse around my finger, followed by a constriction of her labia, and her juices gushed into my mouth. She was going "hungh, hungh, hungh," in rhythm with the contractions of her orgasm, and I had to swallow her pussy juice to keep from drowning.

Slowly, Daphne sat upright, being careful not to sit too hard on my face. I started to pull my finger from her ass, and she helped, pushing it out with contractions of her anus. Then she turned and threw herself on top of me. We lay there kissing and hugging for a long time.

"God, that was good," she said at last. She got off me and sat in the grass, her knees wide, the soles of her feet pressed together, letting the breeze blow over her pussy.

"Want some more? Something kinky?" I asked, kneeling beside her, my left arm around her slender waist.

"As kinky as you want," she said, then pressed her hand to my cheek. "I'd do anything you wanted."

I put my hand between her legs, teasing her labia with my fingers. She leaned against me and watched as I put first one finger inside her, then two, gently rotating them to open her up. I put three in her, then four. Her eyes got bigger than her cervix as she realized what I was doing, but she never said a word, just caressed my face and let it happen.

Four fingers was tight for awhile, but I was persistent and soon enough my thumb found its way in, and a few moments later I had my fist up her vagina. Once she accepted the reality of everything up to my wrist inside her, she closed her eyes, clutching my arm.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. I just never imagined I could have that much up there... ugnh!" I had started moving in and out, fist-fucking her. My whole body seemed to be humming, I was so turned on. It didn't take her long to come, and I came right along with her from the simple excitement of the act. I knew how it felt to receive a fist, but I'd never done it to anyone before. It was worth the wait.

Slowly I drew my hand from inside her. She grabbed it and licked it clean, then kissed me. I felt sated, almost unwilling to do another thing besides sleep. I lay back in the grass, but she sat and watched me. The last thing I remember was her looking down at me, her hands idly cupping her breasts.

-three-

"STORM"

I woke to find Daphne snuggled up against my back. She sat up, when I stirred, knocking off the clothing she'd covered us with.

"What time is it?" she asked.

I looked at my watch through bleary eyes. "Almost 2 o'clock."

"We should probably head back," she said.

"Had enough, hmm?"

"Only for now," she replied, giving my shoulder a shove. Then she gave me a very intimate kiss and we got dressed. I shouldered the knapsack and we started down the trail hand in hand.

"You know," she said, "I think I'm falling in love with you." My heart did a handspring and I squeezed her hand.

"You can do that," I said, "and I'll probably return the feeling. But don't fall out of love with my brother!"

"Don't worry. I think I can be in love with both of you."

"So," she said after awhile, "do you want to make love to John?"

"I want to make love to both of you."

Nothing more needed to be said. We walked in silence the rest of the way, holding hands when we could. Just before the last drop to the road she pulled me up short and hugged me.

At lake, John was fishing from the dock and mom was reading on the porch. We'd been home about an hour when the phone rang. She swore, and I could see her trying to decide whether to ignore it or not. She's like me, though, too conscientious. She went into the house to answer it.

"It's your grandmother," she said. "I need to go home tonight. You guys can lock up tomorrow and come home tomorrow night, okay?"

"Sure," I said, my mind going over the possibilities for the night ahead. "No problem."

"And no hanky-panky, either," she said. I knew she meant I was to try to keep an eye on John and Daphne. Parents are naive sometimes; she really thought I was going to be able to stop them from having sex. She had no idea that I was planning on encouraging them.

"I'll see what I can do, Mom," I replied, and smiled at her back as she went upstairs to pack.

She was gone by the time John and Daphne got back with a good string of trout. Clouds had rolled in and a brisk wind was cooling down the air. When I explained why mom left, they exchanged significant looks. Then, when John wasn't looking, Daphne winked broadly at me. I wondered if she had said anything to him.

While John cleaned his fish I went upstairs to take a shower. As I stepped out of the tub, Daphne knocked and poked her head in.

"C'mon in," I said, enjoying the way her eyes moved up and down my body.

"I can't believe this," she said. "It's too perfect!"

"I know," I said, toweling my hair. "You're sure you want to?"

"Oh, yes! I want to do it right now!"

"Lord, I've created a monster," I said with mock dismay.

"Don't worry," she said, putting her arms around me. "I really will come down eventually."

"So what do you have in mind?"

"A fire, some wine, and surprise visit by two naked women. He'll be like putty in our hands."

"That's cool, as long as he's not like putty in my pussy."

We fried up the trout and sat on the porch. It was still pleasant outside, but it smelled like rain, and I made the suggestion to build a fire in the living room. We hauled in some wood from under the porch and John started up the fire in the big living room fireplace.

We'd already killed most of a bottle of White Zinfandel with dinner, so I emptied its dregs into our glasses and opened a new one. We lounged on the couch, watching "Ghost" on the DVD I was doing more watching than they were; after the previous night, they had lost at least some of their inhibitions in front of me. They were exchanging long, deep, wet kisses, and it looked like she'd be deep-throating him soon, putting our plans awry, if I didn't step in soon.

"Hey, Daphne, come with me," I said, tugging at her arm. She frowned, then realized what I was doing, and extricated herself. We retreated as far as the kitchen.

"Damn, I almost forgot," she said.

"I thought so. I decided to pull you out before you got too involved." My heart was pounding.

She was already naked, her leggings and shirt pooled on the floor at her feet, and I was close behind.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Yes. No!" I was suddenly apprehensive. What if John didn't want me? "You're sure he'll go for this?" I asked.

"He will, Anna,"

"But he's my brother! You said he loses himself in the moment. Maybe he won't want to pick up where we left off last night." I was suddenly, inexplicably sure he wouldn't want me. I shivered and hugged myself.

Daphne put both arms around me. "Don't worry. He won't be able to resist us. Let's just go do it." She squeezed me, gave me a quick kiss, then grabbed the wine bottle in one hand and my hand in the other, pulling me into the dining room.

The couch was in the middle of the big, sunken living room, facing the TV and the fireplace, its back to the dining room door. John held his almost-empty wine glass in his right hand. Daphne motioned me to the left and I took my place silently behind the couch.

Daphne leaned over her end of the couch and poured the wine. He turned his head to thank her and did a double-take when he saw her naked breasts.

"Daphne..." he said, looking over his shoulder to see if I was in the room. I took that as my cue and vaulted the couch to land beside him.

"Looking for me, John?" I asked. If he wasn't before, he was now.

"Anna..." he said, his eyes flicking between my breasts and my face. Then he was distracted as Daphne landed on the other side of him, took a pull from the wine bottle, and placed it straight up between her legs, nestled against her triangle.

"Anna, you want some of this wine?" she asked innocently, motioning at the suggestively placed bottle.

"Sure," I replied, and draped myself across my brother's lap, caressing the bottle first with my fingers, then my mouth. I felt like Madonna, having oral sex with a bottle, but I was rewarded by a growing hardness beneath my belly. John wasn't wearing any underwear beneath his sweats!

He put his hand on my lower back and Daphne stroked my hair as if it was her cock I was sucking on. I removed the bottle from between my lips and looked back at him.

"Surprise," I said.

The hand on me was shaking a little, but his cock was as hard as ever.

"Anna... are you sure?" he asked, sounding as nervous as I felt. I sat up and straddled his lap. His hands rested neutrally against my ankles.

"I've been asking myself that all day," I said, "and yes, I'm very sure."

"We're both very sure," Daphne said, placing a hand firmly on my thigh.

He sighed, and I could see him bow to the inevitable.

"Who am I to resist?" he said, and seized my waist. I draped my arms around his neck and planted my mouth on his. He tasted good, yielding completely to my tongue, his hands reaching around to hold my ass. I felt Daphne close by and opened my eyes to see her nibbling on his ear.

We worked together to get his clothes off, Daphne taking the top. I slid off his lap and pulled at his sweats. His cock popped free. Not until that moment did I appreciate how well-hung my brother was, and I hurried to get his pants off so I could explore his manhood in detail.

On my knees between his legs, I wrapped my fist around the shaft of his penis. He was certainly bigger than any man I'd had. I stroked the shaft, then traced around the hood of his glands with one finger, tickling the cleft below his cum-hole. A drop of pre-cum oozed its way out and I gathered it up on my finger and popped it into my mouth. John and Daphne were both watching me. He had an arm around her, under her arm and cupping her breast. He reached down and touched my cheek, his expression eager. Daphne smiled and turned to kiss him.