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Fiona’s Collateral Damage – Part 2

Fiona’s Collateral Damage – Part 2
By
Tommy Linarcos

I found Cindy’s face and we started making out.  This had been my primary goal tonight.  Make out with Cindy, ask her out, make out some more.  The guy-goal of getting her tits or getting laid were all a little beyond that — a hope, not a goal.  But damn, I liked her.  I wanted to ask her out right then, make her mine, but should I do that right after a blow job?  Like: Hey, you did a great job making me cum — would you go out with me?  And then, also, can I ask her out in front of June?

I really didn’t know what to do about June.  Was she really okay with how we ended up?  I still felt guilty about the whole thing with her.  Of course, I still felt horny about seeing her nearly naked, now, and wanted to fuck her almost as much as I wanted to fuck Cindy.  In our collapsing, she was laying on my right, her hand running up and down my thigh, taking ahold of my cock, going over my abs.  What was she thinking?   I went back to thinking about Cindy’s tits as I caressed them.

Actually, as my hands roamed, I found that Cindy had lost her panties at some point.  I cupped her ass to let her know what I’d discovered.  “Did you spin the bottle for this?”

“June did.  That’s why I had to kiss her with your cum in my mouth.  You know the rules.”  My god, I don’t think my blood has stopped racing since she pulled my shoes off.  Cindy whispered to me, then: “I don’t think her panties are coming off, though.”  I just kind of nodded, taking it as advisory.

Cindy started sliding north and flipping on her back.  “Where you going?” I asked.

“You said you wanted to eat my pussy.  Don’t think I forgot…” she said in her bedroom voice and pulled my badly-drying hair until I was in position.

And then I finally met Cindy’s pussy.  It was pretty.  Mostly shaved except for a black triangle up top.  It was an upside-down isosceles triangle, if I remember my geometry from last year, but it was tiny and thin and it was cute as all hell.  I pulled on her hair and her legs opened wider.  I think I was actually salivating.  I really wanted to taste this pussy.

Fiona’s was the first I’d tried.  I didn’t lose my virginity to her, that was someone else, but hers was the first pussy I’d licked.  I don’t think I was the best-ever at it, but I did learn what to do.  I’m pretty sure I got better as we went along.  Her Scott’s probably a master… but I’m never going to think of that, again.

I liked Cindy, now, and I was sure I was going to like her pussy.  I dived down, letting my tongue open her labia from bottom to top.  She had a pretty long clitoral hood, and I spent some time there, trying to get her clit to pop out.  I’d learned not to ignore the rest of her, though, and stroked my way back down each of her lips, and back up on the other side.  My tongue then found itself plunging inside her hole, and I tried my damnedest to tease out her juices.  Her taste was… well, not Hawaiian Punch, but I liked it.  God damn, I liked it.

“Mmmm…” Cindy moaned above me, her feet drawing pictures on my back.  “You’re driving me crazy…”

“I can do this all day,” I said, glancing up at Captain America.  But I could.  I kind of have a short tongue, I guess.  I know I can’t reach in too far and, like, tickle her spot in there, so I headed back up to play with her clit.  Spell out the ABCs.  But I found that Cindy’s clit is kind of big — bigger than Fiona’s, anyway.  I could actually pull it into my lips and suck on it!  And that’s exactly what I did…

Not that I wasn’t 100% into what I was doing, but my brain did flash to June.  She was still somewhere in this room, and Cindy and I were doing this on our own.  Our threesome had become a 2 + 1.  If I could reach her, I could try to pull her in, but I didn’t want to stop doing what I was doing to find her.  I did want to see June’s pussy, though.  Even if I didn’t get to fuck her, maybe I could eat her pussy, too.  That would be cool.  I focused back on trying to make Cindy cum.

Something changed above me.  Not bad, just different.  I guess Cindy and June were exchanging silent information, but between moans, some needed to be spoken.  I heard Cindy ask, “You want to lose it tonight?”  At first, I thought she was talking to me, but what could she mean?  She knew I was no virgin.  At that point, like immediately, I knew she was talking over me to June.

I’m not sure of her exact words back, but June said, “I kinda thought that would happen with my boyfriend.”  Or she wanted to get a boyfriend, or she was going to wait for her boyfriend, or I used to be her boyfriend, or she thought I would do it when I was her boyfriend, or something.  There was something in her words or tone I picked up that she wished it was me, but that just might’ve been my guilt — or wishful thinking.  It’s not that I hadn’t imagined fucking June — I mean, that was all part of my breakup with Fiona, but Cindy had warned me that it probably wouldn’t happen tonight, so I hadn’t made any crude invitations.

I shook that off and concentrated on Cindy’s clit, again.  I could feel Cindy relax, too, so her conversation with June was over.  She wanted to cum.  Her hands gripped my hair, again, 10-and-2, like a steering wheel.  She wanted me to circle her clit, and I took her direction well.  I was happy to give the lady what she wanted.  She started bucking under me, throwing off my circle, but I kept at it.  And I knew it was endgame, so two fingers in the pussy.  She wanted to scream but she was holding back, I could tell.  She was conscious of being in my bedroom with my parents upstairs.  I wasn’t about to stop and explain to her the ‘rents bedroom was over the kitchen and my room was down here in front, so she could let go a little more.  Hell, I’d take whatever guff my dad gave me just to hear her scream.  All I could manage inside the action was, “You can do it, baby.”  She was whimpering, rising in pitch.  I tried again.  “That’s it… cum for me, baby.” 

A noise — a pwhah! — came out of her mouth, like she’d been holding her breath, and she let out a loud, cascading, “Ohh, ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh!” as her cum poured all over my lips and chin.  “Fuuuuck…

She held me tightly to her with hands and thighs while she shook and trembled.  I let my hands go under her ass and held her as tightly as she did me while she calmed down, and then for another five minutes.  The only air I could breathe was pussy-scented, and that was fine by me.

Slowly, Cindy released me.  I looked up at her gorgeous smile.  This was my girl, I knew.  I had little flashes of her and me with our group out bowling but we were playing that stupid claw machine, trying to win something, anything for her; sitting in a circle in the dark, talking quietly backstage during rehearsal but only looking at each other; at a party, but keeping an eye on the other, seeing who they were standing with; playing around in the green room, trying to guess whose clothes were who’s based on pocket contents, though we didn’t steal anything; splitting her lunch when my bag got wet in a Chemistry accident and I didn’t have any money.  I was going to fall in love with this girl, and I’m telling you this so you don’t just think it’s because of the sex.

Curious about June, though, I looked over to find her sitting on my desk chair, pulled up to the bed, one foot tucked under her, the other foot wrapped with Cindy’s on the bed.  She was cushioned on her big sweatshirt, and her hand was stuffed down the front of her panties.  She was breathing like she’d just finished a run around the track in the PE field house.  She smiled a little shakily at me.  There was nothing to be embarrassed about, if she was.  I smiled back, happy she was able to get off, too.

While down on Cindy, my cock had been in neutral too long, so I got up on my knees, stroking it in anticipation.  I looked to her eyes.  “I have to fuck you now…”

“Oh, you can fuck me, alright,” Cindy said.  “But not until you take down those pictures.”

My head was spinning.  Pictures?  I adjusted and put a hand on the bed to stay steady, trying to look where she was looking, what pictures she was referring to.  Captain America?  Some little funny pictures I drew and…?  No, it was the photos.  The Fiona-and-Leo photos taped up on my wall, facing the bed.  Damn it.  Couldn’t I do this tomorrow? 

I had to remind myself where I was and who I was with.  I breathed down my frustration.  Cindy was right.  I sat up.  I’ll admit this took a little of the spirit out of me, like letting some — not all — the air out of a balloon.  I still wanted Cindy, but she was right.  This was something I needed to take care of.  Why would she want to see Fiona smiling and laughing while…

I stood up.  At first, June wasn’t quite sure what was going on, either, but she saw where I was headed.  Five photos of me and Fiona in better days, the end of summer, on the beach, the backseat of a car, Six Flags, rolling on her lawn.  One from winter, just before Christmas.  There were a hundred on my phone, still, probably.  One day I could curate those, get rid of doubles and bad focus ones, put them in a Fiona folder on a hard drive.  I didn’t want to get rid of them; they were a part of my life, she was a part of my life, we had good times, until we didn’t.  But I didn’t want to forget them.  But Cindy was right, they needed to come down so I could have good times with someone new.  I was over Fiona, I truly believed that, but there were probably still too many things around that reminded me of her and our time together.  Those needed to be filed away as memories.

I pulled down the six photos.  I considered pulling off the twenty-four tape loops on the backs, now, but that would take too long.  I would do that tomorrow.  For now, the photos were stuck together and put inside a red two-pocket folder on my desk.

I went back to the bed.  “Better?”

“Much.”

“I am over her, you know.  They were just up there because they were up there.”

“I believe you.  Same for me and Scott.  When you come to my bed, though, I want you to see pictures of you on my wall.”

“You have pictures of me, already?”  I couldn’t suppress a smile.

“Group shots from backstage.  Got any nudes you can send me?”

I crunched my eyes in comic thought and angled over to my dresser to snatch my phone.  “Actually, I do have a couple good ones you can have.”  I tapped and slid things on my phone, and then there was a ‘receiving’ chime from Cindy’s phone.  She bounced up immediately and got her phone to see.

“Ooo, yes…  I do like these…” she said.

I considered something, then there was a chime on June’s phone, as well.  She got her phone and smiled at me.  “We should take some new ones, you know?” she teased.

A great idea!  We three posed for a couple “almost safe for work” shots — naked but no naughty bits, and then a couple naked portrait shots each, and then some porno shots.  June kept her panties on, but what are you gonna do?  I sent the bunch to the other two, who immediately spent the next ten minutes going over them, realizing the shots we just took had them still in their Pigeon Sisters hair.  Cindy sent me three good shots of her naked with her real hair, and June sent me the only mirror shot she’d ever taken.

I tried setting up my phone to video the rest of our encounter — but I couldn’t make it stand anywhere with a good angle of the bed.  Then June suggested something incredible.  “Get your laptop.”

I mean, I thought I might just forget it, maybe get a little video by hand when things got hot — grab my phone for a hot minute, or something.  But June said it!  Of all people!  I looked at the two girls — I’d never had a threesome, before, and who knew when the next one would be.  Cindy smiled, so I guess she was okay with it.  I went to my backpack and got out my laptop and quickly set it up on my desk, getting the best angle and coverage that I could, trying to think what parts of the bed would we be on, how much headspace would we need…  Honestly, I only gave that half-a-second — I wanted that video rolling so I could get back to Cindy and June and then forget it was on!  I went back to the bed, my cock leading the way.

I kind of leapt on toward Cindy, and she caught me and rolled onto her back, cradled me kneeling between her legs.  “Now, where were we…?” I teased, bending over and latching onto a nipple.

“You were going to fuck me.”

Yeah, I was…”  I kissed up Cindy’s chest to her throat and ear.  I whispered, “Do I need a condom?” to which she turned my head and bit my ear with a low ‘nuh-uh.’  Cool.

I rose back up and gained a position with my cock knocking on her door.  I don’t know if I needed to since her pussy was drenched, but I licked my palm and wet my glans, and set myself up to penetrate that pussy.  I waved it up and down her entrance a couple times, then pressed forward and slid right in — all the way to my pubes.  Both of us gave an unexpected “Whoa!” when it happened, and then met eyes and laughed a bit.  And then I pulled back and slid in again.  Her eyes bugged a little, but that smile remained.  She wrapped her arms around me — a bath of warm water rising from below and submerging me — and pulled me down to her, my arms finding that support as we moved.

We started a nice rhythm while kissing.  Her legs twined behind me and I could feel her cumming, already, a quiet cum, a shiver, juices inside her pussy, just that little whimpering in my ear telling me how good it felt for her, having me.  There’s always that bit of pride when you make a girl cum, but I was happy that we both felt this way, how good it felt to be inside her — her pussy and her arms.

“What’s it like?” June moaned from behind us.

Was she asking me?  Cindy?  Both of us?  Was she considering joining in?  I was half-thinking of something to say when Cindy grabbed my ass and ratcheted-up the action, making me slam into her.  I propped myself up again, taking advantage of the height to make those slams count and watch her tits bounce.

“Oh, fffuuuck!” Cindy moaned.  “So deep, so deep, oh, my god, so big…”

Now there was an ego boost!  Now I know I’m not huge, and I may have pushed the ruler a bit into my skin when me and Fiona measured me, but I had developed some skills.  “You like that?  Oh, I love this pussy…”

“Oh, fuck me, baby… Ohhh, you’re making me…. yesyesyes… I’m cumming I’m cumming!… Oh, it’s just nonstop, the tingles… all over…”

I got the idea, then, that she was not just dirty talking for me; she was performing for June.  A bit.  I mean, I was certain she was loving the action, but she was answering June’s question.  I could play.  I’m a performer, too.  “Oh, baby, you’re so wet for me.  You’re sooo wetttt…”

“Oh, I love it!  Give me that beautiful cock!  Oh ohhhhh….”

I picked up her legs and put her feet over my shoulders, slamming into her hard and fast.  “I’ll give you this cock.  Day and night.  Right after school until your folks get home…  And backstage, in the green room, we’re gonna cut gym class, and I’m gonna rip your clothes off, fuck you until you can’t see straight…”

“Oh, fuck yeah!  Fuck my brains out!  Make me fail History!”

That one caught me!  I had to laugh!  And then she was laughing.  I let her legs fall to the sides and pitched forward, myself.  And that’s when I felt her pussy gripping my cock, like spasms when she clenched from laughing.  That almost made me cum right then, but my mind was split on the sensations and the laughter.  It stopped the whole proceedings, pretty much.  I had to lower myself to kiss her when I caught my breath.

I found my position, again, holding Cindy’s waist, and more gently thrust into her, slowly finding a new rhythm.  I looked over to June.  She’d laughed with us, but was still on that chair, one hand on her breast, the other down her panties, playing with her clit the way she knew best, her eyes trained on the connection of my cock and Cindy’s pussy.  “There’s no better feeling in the world.  This could be you, Junie…”

Her eyes flashed upwards and met mine.

“That’s right, Junie.  I’m gonna fuck you, just like this…”  She was watching me, her mouth hanging open, unable to speak.  Even Cindy didn’t interrupt.  “What are you doing there?  You need to be a part of this.  Me and Cindy want you to be a part of this.”

I pulled out of Cindy and stood off the bed, my wet cock now pointing at June.  I took the two half-steps to her on the chair and took her under her arms, lifting her and moving her towards the bed.  “Get over here.”  I didn’t throw her down, though she might remember it as rough just because I took control.  I laid her down next to Cindy, Cindy scooting over a bit toward the wall to give her room on the bed.

Cindy, hot and flustered, immediately welcomed June, pulling her face in and kissing her, her tongue searching for and finding June’s, her free hand on her breast.  June gave in and let herself go, needing the touch of another after sitting and watching for too long a time.

“Get rid of these,” I muttered as I pulled off June’s panties, finally, twisting her pelvis so I could get them over her ass.  When they’d cleared her toes, I tossed them somewhere.  I had to get in and see this pussy.  Brown curls, like a dark, dark blond; a little thicker, I could run my fingers through those pubes.  She groomed, but didn’t shave much, just her bikini triangle.  I had to feel those downy hairs on her outer lips, and when I did, I found how sopping wet she was, too.  I ran my finger up her labia to her clit, making her flinch, and back down to her entrance, slipping inside with my middle finger as deep as I could go.

This was fun, but I wanted to get back inside my Cindy.  So, I took Cindy’s right hand off of June’s breast and placed it on her pussy.  June immediately turned toward Cindy to let her take full advantage of their face-to-face positioning as Cindy set about finding June’s clit.

I took up position over Cindy’s leg, raising her right and sending her foot behind June’s butt, then re-entered that pussy, fucking her sideways.  I just kept a steady rhythm — slide in, slide out — having just as much fun watching these two beauties make out, June’s hands all over Cindy’s breasts, Cindy deep inside June’s pussy.  Cindy needed to shift and brought her leg back down, so I fell back, got between her and the wall, and fucked her from behind while nibbling on her shoulder.

That’s when June started playing with Cindy’s clit; I could feel her hand each time I thrust forward.  Their kissing muffled Cindy’s cries as she back-bounced on me, but they started twisting and I fell out of Cindy.  Just like before when our threesome turned into a 2 + 1 when I was eating Cindy’s pussy, these two girls were so into each other right now that I became the spectator.  But that was okay.  I took the opportunity to run my hands all over their bodies as they moved.

June wound up on top of Cindy, their breasts mashed together, their pussies above each other until June shifted and started humping Cindy’s leg.  I was pushed aside again as Cindy began moving downward — down and down until she was at June’s pussy, driving her tongue inside and driving June crazy.  I was left looking into June’s eyes when she chanced to open them, and she pulled me in for a kiss, her tongue finding mine, her hand finding my cock.

“I’m going to fuck you, Junie.  I’m going to fuck you.  You know this,” I whispered into her mouth between tongue massages.  She didn’t answer me, and didn’t open her eyes so she wouldn’t have to answer me.  But I think it helped push her over the edge.

She was squeaking.  “I’m… oh, my… oh, my… Cind… oh, fuck!  I’m…”  June tightened her arm around my neck, fairly choking me, as well as gripping my cock so hard with her other hand it felt like a vise.  She clamped her thighs on Cindy’s head and shook so hard I swear the Disney glasses wobbled on my desk.  She fairly screamed into my ear.

I prayed my folks were heavy sleepers.

June fell slack and just rolled her head, finally releasing her grip on both me and Cindy.  I looked down as Cindy looked up and we smiled big stupid, toothy grins at each other.  I scooted down a little, reaching for her.  “Let me taste her,” I said to Cindy and went in for a kiss.  She climbed up to meet me and I got June’s tangy juices second-hand.  I licked Cindy’s cheek, but Cindy really wanted to just take hold of my sheets and wipe her face — it was all over her.

I decided to go to the source.  Cindy and I mostly traded places, her rising along June’s side, caressing her breasts, while I went to explore June’s pussy, again.  She was so wet.  I could actually discern the thin fluids of Cindy’s saliva from Junie’s thicker cum juices.  Junie’s Juices suddenly popped into my head.  Great name for a sports drink.  We should do a commercial in Acting class.

June wasn’t responding to my tongue as she did Cindy’s.  She might’ve been too worn out, or she’d worn out her clit from getting herself off and then from Cindy.  But she did start to wake up — I could hear her groan from above me.  Now was the time.

I rose up and took position.  My cock was hard as a rock from watching the sapphic display before and being denied admission.  I wanted to fuck this girl.  Now, I’m no creep — if she really wanted to wait for her next boyfriend or her true love, I wasn’t going to rape her, but I sure as hell was going to do my best to make her want to fuck me.

I started grinding my cock up her labia, making sure my head hit her clit on every up and every down.  “Junie, I’m going to fuck you, now…”

Cindy was watching, and kissed Junie’s cheek, whispering to her what I was doing.

“Junie?  Yes or no?” I offered, continuing to grind my cock.

June’s legs started to twist, and I could feel her feet start gliding up my calves.  She opened her eyes and looked to Cindy, listening to Cindy’s whispers.  She reached across and held Cindy for security, then looked at me.

“Yes or no, Junie?”

I stopped and held my cock at her entrance, my tip playing at her hole.

June barely nodded and breathed, “Yes…”

I started sliding into Junie’s pussy.

June was my second virgin, the first being the girl I shared losing my own virginity with.  The difference between June’s pussy and Cindy’s was immediate.  There was nothing stopping my progress, but it was incredibly tight!  She was so wet that I didn’t need to push and pull to get in, but I needed to take it slow as I stretched her.  The most she’d ever had inside her was a finger or probably a hairbrush handle, but now she was getting my hot cock.

Her eyes were wide, watching me, watching us.  She’d look at my eyes, then down to our union.  I could see her eyes show surprise, then discomfort, then lose focus like they were floating as I finished pushing myself in.  I held myself inside, letting her get used to the stretching, meshing our pubes, pushing a little at her clit.  Then I slid back out slowly, watching her eyes discern that feeling.  As soon as I was back with only my head inside her, I knew I wanted to feel that grip again.

I couldn’t be all gentle and slow, again, though.  I had to start letting her know what fucking was like.  I didn’t start pounding her, but each time I went in it was a little faster, a little harder.  Not just for her getting used to it, but god, I wanted to fuck this pussy!

Cindy, at June’s side, was busy sucking on her right breast while pinching her other nipple.  “Fuck her, Leo.  Slide that cock up her pussy…”

June was intoning one long, solid moan, only broken by taking a breath.

I told Cindy, “This cocksleeve is so fucking tight…”  I motioned for the Reese’s pillow; Cindy pulled it and helped me put it under June’s rear.  I started fucking June harder, her long moan breaking into successive “Oh-oh-ohs.”

“You like this, Junie?  You wanted to know what it felt like.  It feels like this,” I told her as I continued sinking my cock into her.

“So…” June started.  “So…”

“So what?” Cindy prompted her.

“So fucking good!  Oh, god…”  She had expelled all her breath with that, and wheezed as she pulled in more.  “Oh, god, fuck me, Leo!  I love your cock!  Fuck me!”

Well, she gave me an order — I had to carry it out.  I still didn’t go nuts on her.  She was my friend, and first time, and all…  I was glad she was enjoying it.  I sure was.

I had to let her know that it was not impersonal.  I lowered myself on top of her and began kissing her, showing her that love was involved.  Cindy kissed her, too.  We actually did try to do that three-person kiss; it was weird and awkward, but we’d done it.  My hands roamed, Cindy’s hands roamed.  June tried to wrap her arms around the both of us, but they were kind of trapped.

I raised up on my arms again, and Cindy got an idea, the gleam in her eye a giveaway.  She pushed me back to kneeling while I fucked, and she started licking Junie’s clit.

June’s reaction was immediate.  Her scream was a combination of “Aaah!” and “Whoa!” and she rocked up, almost to sitting, then fell back onto her elbows.  She let out a series of “Hi, hi, hi, hi…” but I have no idea what word that might have been, if it was even going to be a word.  Then she exploded.  Literally, her cum exploded out and around my cock.  It was so tight inside that each time I went in, it just pushed all her cum out at me.  Her “Ohhhhh, fffffuuuuck,” went through the ceiling, I was certain.

But that was all I could take.  This girl cumming on me drove me over the edge and I felt the final tingle inside my balls as my cock got thicker, corking her pussy even more, and I shot that load out like a rifle.

“Pull out, pull out!” Cindy reminded me.  I hadn’t even thought about it.  I was so pleased not to have to wear a condom for Cindy, I hadn’t even thought about it for Junie.  But, of course, she wouldn’t be on the pill, now would she?  Stupid!  I was in the throes of orgasm, sparkles around my vision, the moment any enemy soldier could run a sword through your gut and you could do nothing to stop him, but I pulled out, and lobbed shots 4, 5, and 6 at Cindy’s throat and at Junie’s tits, belly, and pubes, but I was pretty sure shots 1, 2, and most of 3 were still deep inside Junie.  Shots 7 and 8 and whatever else leaked out were on me, and Cindy took me in and cleaned me off.  God, I loved that girl!

I fell back on my heels and wanted to collapse, but wanted to see June through it.  Her legs were still kicking, her pelvis up off the Reese’s pillow, her hand still gripping Cindy’s shoulder, but she started breathing easier, and her body relaxed.  I fell to her left as Cindy stretched out on her right.  We caressed her body top to bottom as we could reach, but didn’t smear the cum, just in case she wanted to see it.

We each reached over and, in turn, kissed our Junie.  I whispered in her ear, “That’s what it’s like.”  Junie smiled and, I think, chuckled.  Cindy whispered something else, probably some kind of ‘now you’re a woman’ thing; she didn’t tell me what, but I saw June nod.

After several minutes, I sat up and climbed over June to land behind Cindy.  I wrapped my arms around her as I could.  I kissed the back of her neck.  “That was intense,” I told her.  She agreed with a ‘Mm-hmm.’  “I didn’t plan this, you know.  I was originally hoping just to… you know… be with you.”

“I know,” she said, twisting her neck to see me.  “But it was fun…”

“Yeah, it was.  But… um…  Will you go out with me?”

This time, Cindy fully turned to face me, body and all.  “You idiot,” she teased, poking me, kissing me.  “We’ve been going out since last week.”

I kissed her back.  “It sure felt that way, I’d just never officially asked you.”

“Well, the answer’s ‘yes,’ if you haven’t figured that out, either,” she said, and yanked on my cock to make her point.  “You need a shower.”

We need a shower,” I said.  We looked over at June.  She was just staring at my wall.  I whispered even more quietly, if that’s possible.  “She going to be okay?  I mean…  What do I do with her, now?”

“Well, she’ll never forget you, that’s for sure,” Cindy said.  I was June’s first.  You never forget your first.  “But if you’re worried she’s going to fight me to be your girlfriend, don’t worry.  We’ve already discussed that.  I told you, you and I have been going out for a week, now.  This,” she pointed to the three of us together on the bed, “adds a new dimension, but she’ll be fine.”

I hoped so.  I’ll probably always have that little regret that I dragged her into the whole Fiona thing, but I’m really happy to have given her this pleasure.

June finally spoke.  “That sign.”  She pointed to the One Way sign I’d stolen from an accident at my other corner.  “That should say Three Way.” Cindy laughed, but I just rubbed my eyes.  Sophomores…

But, Cindy…  “Hey, I have something here for you,” I said, and leveraged myself off the bed.  I went to my backpack and took out a stuffed giraffe.  I got on my knees and presented it to her.

“You finally won it?” she recalled from our claw machine experience at the bowling alley.

“Yeah, I went back and it cost me about four times what it’s really worth, but I got it for you.”  I kissed her, and she, me.  “I hope to serve all your needs like I have tonight.”

I gave the girls their Disney glasses, and we all slaked our thirst.  The girls each took a turn sneaking across the hall to visit the washroom, then we all cuddled naked, again.

“It’s going on one o’clock.  I have to get home,” June pronounced, but made no move to sit up.

“Too bad.  You’re going to be late,” I said.  And then I fucked her again.  She needed to know.

I didn’t cum in her, this time.  I traded girls half-way through and fucked Cindy, again, but this time to completion and got to cum full-blast in her pussy.  There is nothing like it…  I didn’t pull out when we collapsed, she wouldn’t let me go — I just lay with my Cindy and we breathed the same breath.  We almost went for another after our haze cleared, but June was lightly snoring and we had to look at the clock.  It was time to get the girls home.  We’d make up some excuse for the hour on the short drive.

While we got dressed, I stopped the video, and made a mental note to transfer the file off this school laptop and put it on a flash drive or something, so I could edit it.  We had to turn in our computers at the end of finals, and if that were still on there…

I had to kiss Cindy some more before we left our sanctuary and went back into the outside world.  I wanted to just take our clothes off, again, and spend the night with her.  But Cindy and I would have plenty of opportunities this summer.  At the beach, at the pool, at Six Flags, on vacation.  In my room and hers.  Cindy said she was going to post pictures of us having summer fun and make girls jealous and want “relationship goals” based on our photos.  That’s cool.  But all I want is her.

* * *

The next day, Sunday, I met my dad in the kitchen for breakfast.  Well, for me it was breakfast, for him it was lunch.  He was making a turkey-and-havarti sandwich.

“So, you did have guests last night,” he surmised as I brought in the pint glasses.

“Yeah,” I smiled in memory.

“We heard a little commotion through the floor, some music.  No mess, this morning.  How many people did you bring over?” he asked like a parent.

“Just two,” I told him as I rinsed out the glasses.

“Just two?”

I brought the box of unfrosted strawberry Pop-Tarts to the table with me and sat across from him.  I looked him in the eye.  “Two.”

He looked at me, and at first I wasn’t sure if he was going to say something about not believing me because of the noise, or something was broken or whatever.  But he just looked at me, and then the corners of his mouth rose up, and his eyes twinkled.  I got to smile back at him.

He looked down and closed up his sandwich with a top slice of swirled marble rye.  He just nodded his head, like he was satisfied with his sandwich, but at that moment, I knew he understood.  He’d given me a silent ‘attaboy.’

I took a bite of my Pop-Tart.  Men were eating.

“Did you drive, afterward?”

“Had to get them home,” I responded.

“Give me your keys.” 

Fuck, how did he know these things?  The bottles.  I forgot to put away the rum.  “I wasn’t bad at all,” I pleaded.  “We only had a little.”

“One week.”  He chewed a bit.  “Five days,” he amended.

Fuck, I was walking to school for a week.  At least the weekend would be mobile.

But even my dad knew: I was no loser, even if I was collateral damage.

The End.

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Fiona’s Collateral Damage – Part 1

Fiona’s Collateral Damage – Part 1
By
Tommy Linarcos

I made sure my frontroom was clear, then told the girls to “Come on in.”

Cindy and June came through the door and walked past me, but only going so far since the room was really dark, only that one blue light behind the TV my dad put there so we wouldn’t ‘ruin our eyes.’

I closed the big door and told them to “Wait here, let me make sure the ‘rents aren’t up.”  Now, I know how to walk through my house blindfolded, so I didn’t need to turn on any lights.  I made a brief check of the kitchen — nope; looked into the garage — both their cars were there, so no one coming home late but me.  This floor of my house was abandoned, so they were upstairs, probably sleeping, or at least done for the night.  The house was basically mine.

I came back into the frontroom and turned on the TV, giving us some better light.  “We’re good.  Folks are snoozin’.”

“You sure, Leo?” June asked me.

“Yeah.  When they’re gone, they’re gone.  Don’t worry,” I soothed her.  “We just can’t blast Kanye and start krumping!”

June laughed out loud.  “As if…!”

“What’chya got to drink?” Cindy asked.

I had to think about that.  I was fairly certain there were a couple of soda options.  I think we had a couple two-liters, a Coke in the fridge and an A&W in the pantry, so that would hold us for the innocent stuff, but was Cindy talking about…?  “Do you mean… al-co-hol?” I put to them oh-so-dramatically.

“Well,” Cindy shrugged, finding a seat on the white couch, “we should be at a cast party, so I was expecting to come home a little tipsy, you know…”

We’d done a play at school, The Odd Couple, and it was closing night for our two weekends.  And no one had arranged an after-party.  We’d had a party last night at this one guy’s basement, and had parties both last Friday and Saturday, but no one stepped up, tonight.

There weren’t a lot of cast members in The Odd Couple: six guys, two girls.  It was a small show.  The crew didn’t usually have their own party, it was always a ‘cast and crew party,’ but it seemed like Bradley, the head lighting guy, and his cronies were going somewhere, but not for our public knowledge.  The guy playing Oscar had his whole family in town and they were going to some restaurant; he held a party for everyone last week, so he’s cool.  Al Schroeder was playing Felix, and he just walked out with Scott from Jazz Band and Fiona and a couple others.

My Fiona.  But forget that, for now.

When we were backstage after the show, everyone started disappearing in couples and small groups, and I still didn’t know where the after-party was.  Cindy asked me, too, and I couldn’t tell her.  Was it one of those invitation-only things?  Weren’t we cool enough?  I mean, I know the guy playing Murray the Cop definitely isn’t, but…

That’s when it hit me.  Were we the losers?  No… not…  I mean, Cindy isn’t a loser by a long shot, and neither is June, not Eddie, and I hoped not me…  My god, don’t tell me…

I had to do some quick math, and it hit me: we were all just single.  I’d realized we’d been left behind because none of us were “with” anybody, right now.  There was no cast party tonight; there were only small gatherings.  If I had a girlfriend, I might be going to someone’s empty house to make-out or get laid.

During the run of this show, Cindy had been flirting with me, big time.  And that was okay — I like Cindy.  I thought I would ask her out, I was sure I was going to, but I hadn’t done it, yet.  I was going to do it that night, at the party, after all the stress of the show was over.  In the show, I play one of the poker buddies — this guy Speed, he wears a bowling shirt, I played him very Rodney from Easy Money.  But anyway, I had a lot of off-stage time, and so did Cindy and June, who played the Pigeon Sisters, and they were only in one big scene, so they had a lot of off-stage time, too.  That’s when Cindy and I had time to get closer.

So, with this crisis, now was the time to ask her out.  I had to make sure she was with me.  Before any more of us losers got to her, I pulled her aside and asked the magic question.  “You want to come over?  Watch some videos?  Listen to some tunes?”

Her eyes lit up.  I’d said the exact right thing at the exact right time.  “Sure!” she accepted.  Cool.  Then she dropped this bomb: “Can June come, too?”

So that’s how I wound up bringing two hot girls to my house late at night.

“You probably don’t have any Mike’s Hard or those Seagram’s things handy, do you?” Cindy asked, regarding alcoholic beverages.

“No, I doubt it.  No beer, either.  Wasn’t planning a party.  Maybe I should have,” I shrugged.  Those flavored coolers were like candy to high school girls — they go down fast and easy.  So do the drinks (ha-ha)!  I wish I had a case!  “I’ve got Coke or root beer?  With a spike?”

“Rum and coke?” Cindy requested.  I nodded.

“I don’t know what…” June hesitated.

“Oh, June,” Cindy teased.  June was… oh, let’s say she was innocent, I guess.  “Get her a rum & Coke, too.”

“All around.  Cool.”  I went and looked at my dad’s liquor cabinet — it wasn’t locked — and saw he had a bottle of Bacardi, but also a bottle of Malibu with coconut in it.  I did some quick math and realized I had a bottle of Hawaiian Punch in the fridge, too.  I put the red coolers together in nice Disney pint glasses and brought them back out to the girls.  I had a Donald Duck, Daisy, and Minnie — Mickey was broken.  “Found something better!”

I was greeted with bright eyes when they saw and tasted the things.  Now, I wasn’t trying to get the girls drunk, or anything — I didn’t go 70% rum and 30% punch — I was just being a genial host.  Like Cindy’d said, we’d expected to be getting a little drunk at a cast party, so getting a little loose like this was what we wanted.  Even June — she was just a lightweight.

I took Donald, and gave Daisy to Cindy, and June got Minnie.  We clinked glasses and toasted, “To the end of the show!”  It was easy to put down half of the glass at once.

I need to mention about June.  I went out with her for a week, and then I dropped her.  It was an awkward situation.

I used to be with Fiona.  We were together for almost seven months.  I thought I was in love, maybe I wasn’t, I don’t know.  I won’t get into that.  But I’d fucked that one up, for sure.  At a party for our winter show, June’d caught my eye.  I’d been drinking and started making out with her.  She’s blonde, like Fiona, but I couldn’t use the excuse that I was drunk and confused and thought she was Fiona.  I’d known.

Fiona and me broke up because of it and so I went out with June for a week, kind of like I had to, you know? with all our making out and my putting my hand up her shirt.  But I called that off when I got back together with Fiona, but that was doomed, again.  I was pretty sure Scott had a hand in making sure we didn’t stay together.  I think she went out with some weird guy as a rebound, for a bit, but Scott and Fiona are quite happy, now, it seems.

So, my point, and I do have one, is that being here with June was a little awkward.

But being with Cindy was not…  I just had to figure out how or if the night could work. 

What’s weirder, though, was that these two looked alike that night.  Not any other day, just that night.  June, like I said, is blonde and she’s got curls, and Cindy has shiny black hair.  Usually.  To play sisters, the make-up girl curled Cindy’s hair and sprayed it with blonde streaks, and also sprayed June’s hair dark, letting some of her blonde show through.  So, I was looking at twins, that night.  As a guy, I will say that Cindy has bigger tits than June, so it’s easy to tell them apart.  But seriously, Cindy has brown eyes, June has blue, their facial features are different… it’s just kind of fun that I had “twins” with me!

“There’s nothing but garbage on,” Cindy decided, going through the channel guide for cable.  Saturday Night Live was playing underneath the listings, but other than the Weekend Update news bit, it pretty much sucked and was always a repeat.

“Can you get the internet on this TV?” June asked.  “We could go through my YouTube channels, find a good playlist.”

“You’d just want to watch a bunch of cat videos,” Cindy poked at her.  I told them we could get YouTube, but it took forever to search for something on it.

“Here, click a few pages down,” I told Cindy.  “There’s an MTV Classic channel, should have I Want My 80s or 90s or something, maybe.”  Music videos would work.  I didn’t want the girls to turn on something we’d have to pay attention to.  I liked the old stuff, had some favorites I took from my dad’s iTunes playlists.  You never knew what songs you’d see on these old video shows, but they were probably the better ones.  Cindy actually found the I Want My 80s show, so we went with that.

“My mom says that MTV used to play music videos all day and all night when she was our age.  You could just turn on that channel and leave it on and hear all the good music, and new ones…” June mourned.

“Yeah, then they started showing shows like Real World Housewives Get Catfished and cartoons like… I don’t know… Stimpy & Buttmunch or something.  Not the good ones,” Cindy confirmed.

There was a video playing, showing a band I’d heard before doing a song called “Rio.”  The guys were on a boat, which looked like fun, and a girl was running on the beach.  “I want to do that,” Cindy griped.  “I want it to be summer, already.”

“Couple more weeks, then we’re out of school,” June reminded us.

Cindy took her shoes off, she wasn’t wearing socks, and wiggled her toes.  “I just want to go to the beach, or the pool, at least.”  June finally got comfortable, too, but Cindy got mad at me.  “Would you take your shoes off?  Relax, we’re not going anywhere…!”

I realized I was sitting on the edge of the couch, like I was ready to get up and find hors d’oeuvres, or something.  Both Cindy and June, who were on either side of me, pulled me back onto the couch.  “Descansar!” Cindy told me with force.  I barely put my glass down on the table before I collapsed.  If I’d spilled that red stuff on the white couch, I’d hear about it from my mom.

The girls talked across me, speaking in bad classroom Spanish.  They were both in first year Spanish at school, but if they thought I couldn’t understand them, they were wrong.  But I kept that to myself.

Cindy leaned forward and untied my right shoe, then pulled it off.  June then did the same with my left.  Yeah, relax, Leo, I told myself.  The attention was nice but now I was sitting with half a hard-on growing quite noticeably.  Both girls took a sip of courage and then returned to their places.

I don’t know if they were just being funny or silly, but they both cuddled on me, putting their heads on my shoulders.  I put my arms around them both and we just watched the videos play and change.  The little words at the left of the screen told us that some girls called The Go-Go’s were now singing “Vacation,” making Cindy groan and wish for summer, again.

I was sitting back, thinking how cool this is.  I mean, how often does this happen?  This felt nice.  I am so freakin’ lucky.  I won’t even tell anyone about this, this was just mine for the ages.  I couldn’t reach either of their tits, but I’m wishing their hands would roam on me.  Come on, girls, I’ll let you…

I kept it real, though.  “What are we going to do next week?” I asked the girls.  “Put away the set and study for finals?”

“The Drama class still has their kiddie-show to put on,” June told us.

“But that’s during class, going on the bus to the feeder schools,” Cindy shook off.  “We’ll be going through withdrawal, not having rehearsal.”

Suddenly, I remembered something important.  “Did either of you get King Kong tonight?”

They each had stricken looks on their faces as they told me, “No!” all worriedly.

“First thing Monday,” I said, “have to get him back so no one steals him.  Hope they didn’t, already…”

On The Odd Couple set, we’d made a 2D foam cutout of New York City to be visible outside the apartment’s windows, complete with an Empire State Building.  And during the show, we’d made a little stuffed ape with magnet hands slowly climb to the top.  Every now and then, one of us would sneak behind the set and move Kong up a couple of inches, and if anyone in the audience noticed, it would look like he was climbing.  By the end of the show, he was hanging from the top of the ESB.

But I guess we’d left him there after taking our curtain call.

“We never did get to throw an airplane at him!” Cindy laughed.  I looked at her and really wanted to kiss her, then.  Her dark eyes were sparkling with the reflection of the TV.  That smile…

But how do I do that with Junie on my left arm?  She was saying something about how the airplane would be too distracting and take away from the climax of the show and the director would have been mad.  She was right, of course, but I was really more concerned with being able to make-out with Cindy.  With June?

A puzzlement while the video changed to Don Henley’s “Boys of Summer.”  Obviously, there was a theme to the show.

Cindy started some cross-talk, again.  “Me gusto Leo.  Usted gusto Leo.  ¿Quien beso, anoche?”

“Tù o me?” Junie asked back.

It made me smile, but I tried to hide that.  Hell, having my arms around these two girls was making me smile naturally.  I tried to cover.  “What are you two plotting?”

“Just wondering why you didn’t wash your hair, yet?” Cindy lied, but she started twirling her finger in my hair over my right ear.  I could feel myself getting harder, and if they hadn’t noticed, yet, they would, soon.

I had put some pomade in my hair for my character, combed it back, and wore a pair of old, thick glasses.  A very world-weary bowling guy, I was.  “I just didn’t stick my head under the makeup room faucet. I’ll shower, eventually,” I told them.

June pulled at my sock.  “Could throw you in the shower now…”

I swatted at her hands.  “C’mon!  Leave my—” but then Cindy took off my right one.  I was slowly being stripped and seduced!

Of course I was going to let it happen.  I just didn’t want to seem like I wanted it to happen!

It felt a little weird, barefoot with my jeans on, but I didn’t try to put my socks back on.  I really wanted to see where this would go.

I stood up and said I thought we could all use a refill, scooted past Cindy, and made my way back to the kitchen.  I decided just to bring the makings back to the frontroom, so brought the Hawaiian Punch and the Malibu rum back with me.  I sat back down in the middle and poured the glasses about ⅚ full, adding the rum to top it off.  I looked to my left and saw that June had lost her socks, keeping things even.

We’d each sipped the drinks down to a level where we could hold them without spilling, then downed them, further.  These tasted damn good!  The TV went to a long-ass series of commercials we started making fun of, and got a little giggly, laughing at things that weren’t even funny.  “Why’re they playing a commercial for a bathtub with doors?” June wondered aloud.

“Because old people who can’t sleep watch this show,” Cindy shrugged.

“But when they open the door, it’s gonna flood the bathroom!  Help, I’ve fallen and can’t get up!” June laughed.  We laughed, too, but I wasn’t going to tell Junie that her jokes didn’t make sense. 

The show came back with Elton John’s “I’m Still Standing,” which isn’t really a summer song, but it was on a beach, so it fit, I guess.

Cindy started flipping my hair, again.  “Seriously, you don’t look like you.  June’s right.  We got to take care of this.”  She stood up, took ahold of my arm, and pulled.

Now, there’s no way Cindy has enough strength to actually pull me.  Even when Junie took my left arm and pushed the coffee table away, almost spilling everything, and joined Cindy in trying to make me stand, if I didn’t want to stand up, I wasn’t going to.  I’m no muscle guy like Fiona’s boy Scott, but I’m a healthy seventeen-year-old who’s played sports and gone to gym class all my life.  I could just pull the girls down on top of me.  And I thought about doing that.  Seriously.  I could just yank them both down on top of me and then I’d have both their bodies at my disposal, get my hands on their asses and tits… but then they’d get up and I’d look like an asshole.

No.  I wanted to see what they’d do with me.  This could be fun!

I used their pulling me as leverage and pretended they made me get to my feet.  I’m an actor.  I sold it with a stumble.

Backwards, they pulled me through the house, guessing where my washroom was.  Like playing with a Ouija board, I kind of guided them, edging to my right and pulling back so Cindy would go in the right direction, and suddenly we were in my washroom.  It was like they were psychic! 

June turned the light on and the girls looked over the equipment.  We had a standard tub-and-shower behind my mom’s seashell shower curtain.  Cindy whipped aside the curtain all the way to the wall, then took down our showerhead, the kind with multiple spray settings and a long chrome hose, and found how far it reached.  “This’ll do, nicely,” she appraised.  I’ll admit it was a fun showerhead.  My older sister used to take long, long showers with it.

“Okay, what’s your plan?  How do you want to do this?” I said to them both with a big smile on my face.  Maybe I’m not that good of an actor, I couldn’t hide my damn smile.  Would they strip me, and then themselves, and we’d all get in and they’d shampoo me?  “We all gonna…?”

“Take off his shirt,” she told June.  Okay, I was liking this.  I helped Junie pull off my t-shirt.  No embarrassment.  Like I said, I’m not a muscle guy, but I looked good.  My pecs were good and I was working on making my six-pack more pronounced. I liked noticing them looking me over.

Then Cindy made me squat down next to the tub and stick my head over the edge.  I guess I knew that it wasn’t going to be the three of us getting naked.  If I had one of those glass wall showers, I wonder what their plan would have been?  Over the next five minutes or so, the girls either sprayed my head with various shower settings, or massaged in some shampoo, getting rid of the pomade.  The head massage was erotic, in its own way.  When I get my hair cut, it’s at this place where they wash your hair, first, and the girl who does it has some real nice tits, and she smells nice, too.  So my friends and I have this thing we say when it’s time for a haircut — ‘Yeah, got to go smell some tits.’

When they considered me finished, their drying of my hair was so bad and awkward, I just took over.  They let me towel dry and then comb my hair while June found another towel and wiped down the floor and walls.  She was nice, that way.  Cindy was wiping her arms and chest down.  There was water all over the girls’ shirts, really.  If only they’d taken them off…  Now that I was combed, honestly, my hair didn’t look too different than it had, before.  It would when it dried, but for now, it was the same.

The girls led me out of the washroom back to the frontroom, where the TV had changed over to the 90s video show, and now had on “Smooth” with Santana and the guy from Matchbox 20.  And this hot dancing girl.

“You put your shirt back on…” Cindy noted, sounding very disappointed.

“Well,” I said, taking a drink, “I don’t know what you girls are up to.  Little by little, all my clothes are disappearing.  Can’t have that…”  I had to be careful — I think June took me seriously because she gave Cindy a very concerned look.

“You never know, Leo,” Cindy cooed, sliding next to me.  “You could get lucky.”

I looked down at her.  “Just my luck.”  I held her eyes.  She couldn’t help but see my eyes flash over at Junie then back to her.  If we were alone, I would’ve planted a big one on Cindy, picked her up, and carried her to my bedroom.  But I had to consider that we were not alone, our friend was still here, a girl I kinda-dated for a week.  But June seemed like she was a part of this whole thing, if there was a plan.  Or were they just having me on?  I didn’t know.  I was going to have to force the issue to find out, and either the night would end soon, or get much more interesting.

“If…” I started, then changed my tack.  “Just in case someone does come downstairs, I don’t want them to catch us out here.  Let’s go to my room.”  I picked up my glass and turned, motioning with my eyes that they should do the same and follow me.  Cindy smiled devilishly and was a step behind me.  If June wasn’t there, five minutes from then I’m sure I would’ve been fucking Cindy blue.

But June followed.  She looked uncertain, but she followed.

I turned on the light in my room and let the girls in, then locked the door behind them.  Not locking them in like they couldn’t escape, but really just in case my mom barged in.  She never has, but why take chances?

I did a quick sniff.  The temperature outside was nice, so my window had been open, so I don’t think my room smelled too bad.  I’d actually cleaned it, a bit, a couple days ago and shot some Febreeze around, so I hoped it didn’t smell like too much ‘Musk de Leo.’

My room had some posters and street signs on the walls, a One Way, a Harvey Ave., and notably a red Stop sign I’d picked up after an accident on the corner — something I really have to get rid of because I have a feeling it subliminally tells girls not to sleep with me.  I wondered about June, right now.  I also had a Captain America movie poster, and I always kind of thought that if Steve Rogers had brown hair, he’d look like me.  His face, not his body, and definitely not the “skinny Steve” guy, though not muscle Steve, either, I guess.  One day.  Would they see the similarity?  They didn’t say anything, so I guess not.

There were also some printed photos taped up on my wall of me and Fiona and some friends, taken from a good day at the beach, and sleeping in her arms in the back seat on the car ride home.  Cindy noticed those.

“So…” I said, looking at the two of them.  I put my drink down on my desk and they did the same.  I turned on the radio to Q101, so no more 80s vibe tonight.  Instead of sitting on my bed or the desk chair, I sat on the floor.  The girls followed my example, but then each of us kind of twisted and pulled out our phones from a pocket and tossed them up at my dresser.  “So… it might be more fair if we do this with some organization.”

“What…?” Cindy asked with a smile.  I just got questioning eyebrows from Junie.

I sat up a bit and took down an empty Leinenkugel Canoe Paddler beer bottle.  I put it to my mouth to make sure it was empty, then spun it on the floor.

“Spin the Bottle?” June asked, wary but smiling.

“Yeah, new rules, though.”

The bottle pointed to Cindy.

“You have to take off a piece of clothing,” I told her, straight into her eyes, “but I’ll also give you a kiss.”

“What makes you think I want a kiss from you?” she asked, all playful.

I shrugged and addressed them both.  “Ambos me desean, pero solo hay uno de mé.”  I’m not sure if that was exactly proper Spanish, but they realized it was better than theirs!  I don’t know if they understood my meaning, but they guessed pretty close, if they didn’t.

“Who made those rules?” June asked.

“Fiona, probably,” Cindy answered before I could say anything.  She was looking at those photos on my wall.

“Yeah, Fiona…” June harrumphed.  “We always have to play by her rules…”

“Was that an official spin?” Cindy asked me.

“Can do it over, if you like,” I offered.

“No, I want my kiss.” Cindy pulled off her light blue flutter sleeve top and put it behind her.  Her lovely, lovely breasts were being held captive by a lacy white bra, the top halves of her areolas dark enough to be seen.  She leaned in and I met her half-way.

I wasn’t going to waste our time with a quick peck.  I was finally going to kiss this girl.  There had been kisses before — Happy Birthday!, ‘break a leg,’ congratulations — but this was an ‘I want you tonight’ kiss.  The Hawaiian Punch was still on her soft lips, but I knew I could taste the real Cindy flavor behind it.  I gave her a double-press kiss, then pulled away, self-conscious of June watching us.  I didn’t want to stop, but we’d started this with a friend, and had to allow for her.

“My turn,” Cindy said as she opened her eyes.  She spun the bottle and it landed on June.

June started pulling off her oversized sweatshirt — something not overly fashionable, but easy to wear after changing out of her costume.  I’d seen her in more form-fitting tops, and I’d felt up her breasts during our week together, but I hadn’t really pushed it with her.  I’d get to see more, now, than I had before.  When her top was gone and we looked at her breasts in a B-cuppy bra (my guess), she realized, “Wait, since Cindy spun, does that mean I have to kiss her?”

“Is that a problem?” Cindy asked, kind of goofy.  “I mean, we’ve kissed before, you know?”

They had?  That was cool, I thought.

“Damn Fiona’s rules…” June griped as she leaned in and met Cindy’s lips.  They kissed for me, I’m sure, to make an impression, but I caught that there was a pleasure there.  Yes, they’d kissed for themselves, before.

They didn’t go as long as Cindy and I did, but it was hot to see.

June spun the bottle and it pointed to herself.  “Does this count?” she laughed. “Do I kiss myself?”

“It counts, and you can choose your kiss.”

June nodded and went for her pants button.

“No…” I cautioned, “um… Fiona’s rules say you have to finish what you started and take off your bra.”  I’d jumped the rules of strip poker or whatever about taking off the least revealing items, first.  “We all came here without shoes and socks, and you two started with your shirts, so… “

June looked to Cindy.  The two of them communicated silently about whether they were going through with this.  I could see Cindy smile and shrug.  I knew Cindy wanted to, I could feel that Cindy and I were going to do this, regardless of June, but June was here, so…

June reached back and unclasped her bra, shook her shoulders, dropped her bra to her elbows, then tossed it aside.

Junie’s boobs.  They were really cute.  Not full or, what you could say, supple; they were still growing, but they would still be a lot of fun.  Nipples the dark pink of her lips, drawn in and tight from nerves, no doubt.  I’d touched them several weeks ago, but never got her top off.  Now they were here.

I leaned in for the kiss, my hands going to her unfettered breasts.

“Hey, who said I wanted a kiss from you?” June said, stopping me.

I backed up.  Not confused, but concerned.  “I’d wondered, actually, if you wanted a kiss from me, at all.  I just…”

“I liked kissing you.  You were a good kisser,” she told me, though now wrapping her arms below her breasts.  “Damn Fiona caused us some problems, though.”

I started to say something, then stopped.  Took a breath.  “You know, I’m sorry.  About that whole thing.”

“You’ve said that before.  You didn’t hurt me.”  She found my eyes.  “I did kind of like you, so I thought it would be fun to go out.  But I knew you weren’t over her.  So… when you dumped me, it wasn’t really a surprise.”

“I didn’t want to dump you.  I didn’t mean to dump you,” I told the bottle.

“I’ll live.  I’m a big girl.  Lost my bra, but still got my big girl panties on.”  She smiled at me and put her finger to my chin.  “And I did want to kiss you.  I told you, you’re a good kisser.”  She leaned in and I met her, this time.  She, too, tasted of Hawaiian Punch — it was in all of us.  But I kissed her longer, recalling the sense memory of kissing her, before, only this time I held her naked tits, which was nice.

“Fuckin’ Fiona,” Cindy griped.  June and I broke the kiss and looked to her.  “I mean, she broke up with you, caused problems with June, dumped you, again, then goes after my boyfriend after we broke up.”

“And now she’s making rules for our game,” June shook her head, hiding her smile.

“Bitch,” Cindy muttered.  “Your turn.”

“You know, that might be the order that things happened, but it really wasn’t all her fault,” I defended.

Cindy gave me a knowing look, and we all knew we were just having fun.  “Yeah, I know, but we’re all Fiona’s collateral damage, now, aren’t we?  Spin your bottle.”

Well, that was one way to look at it.  But it really didn’t matter.  I wasn’t getting back together with Fiona.  Cindy wasn’t getting Scott back.  I don’t think either of us wanted to, really.  There were reasons we all broke up, after all.  And poor June was caught in the middle.  But it was fun to blame Fiona!

I spun.  It landed on me.  I started to take off my shirt.

“Hey, your shirt don’t count.  You had that off before, and only put it on when you knew we were coming in to play,” Cindy pointed out incorrectly.

“But you two had four pieces on.  I only have three,” I argued.  “Two, if you want to enforce that Fiona rule…”  I knew my shirt was gone.  Blame Fiona!

“Fiona says the shirt don’t count,” June laughed.  “Get your pants off!”

I shook my head in fun-derision and stood up.  I threw my shirt behind me, popped the buttons on my 501s and shoved my jeans down to my knees, sitting again to pull them off the rest of the way.  When they were behind me, I looked to Cindy for my kiss.

“Nuh-uh,” Cindy said, wagging her finger at me.  “Fiona says to finish what you started.  Off with the undies, mister.”

Now, my goal was to get us naked — me and Cindy, at least, if not June, as well.  I would now be the only one naked, but this bode well.  I didn’t argue.  I stood up and grasped the waistband of my boxer briefs.  I looked down at my hard-on molded in the navy blue cotton-spandex.  They’d barely gotten a minute to gaze at my teaser.

I lifted them over my cock and then down and off.  They fell to my ankles.  I stepped out of them and kicked them at June.  I should’ve kicked them at Cindy, but I used my left foot, so they hit June.  “Behold!” I said in a royal voice, trying not to laugh.

Both girls stared at my hard cock.  I fixed how it pointed, fluffed my pubes, made sure no skin on my shaft or balls was sticking.  I was looking for some sort of judgement from either of them.  It might be June’s first cock, she’s only a Sophomore, as she was just staring open-mouthed.  But Cindy was moving toward me with an open mouth.  There is a difference.

“Now I get my kiss?” I asked.

“Mm-hmm.  And Fiona’s rules say I can kiss you wherever I want on exposed skin,” Cindy said, taking ahold of my cock.

“Those are the rules,” I agreed.

I heard her say, “Oh, that’s a nice cock,” under her breath.  She slipped her mouth over my crown and took my six-and-a-half easily inside, one hand on my shaft below her mouth, the other cradling my balls.  The sensation immediately flew up my spine and out to all nerve endings in my body.  I lost support in my knees and ankles and collapsed down, moaning as I did, onto my knees.

Cindy moved with me, attached still, as if she expected it.  I hadn’t had a blowjob since Fiona’s last, back in January or February or whenever.  Fiona was good, but I didn’t want to compare.  I was loving everything Cindy was doing.  I hadn’t cum since taking care of my morning wood, so she was going to get me going faster than I’d like unless I did something about that.  She hadn’t found my sweet spot, yet, though I could tell her tongue was looking for it, so I had some opportunity.

I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, then pulled it forward.  “Bottle’s pointing to you, now,” I lied.  Her hands released me as she shook the lacy thing off.  I stopped her, then.  “Let me see.”  She paused on sucking me, like trying to figure out what I’d said, then went back and took me entirely down her throat.

Oh, my god!  I wanted to cum right there and shoot it straight down!  Luckily, I still had that little bit before I was entirely pushed over the edge.  “Let me see them.  I want to see your tits.  I need to see your tits!” I moaned.

Cindy pulled off me and displayed her chest to me.  It was everything I’d seen in my imagination.  Big, round, supple, and those nipples were red and round and pointed right at me.  I had to have them.  I launched to her chest, one hand going to her right breast, my mouth on her left, supported by my other hand.  My tongue swirled around her areola and flicked the nipple; I bit lightly on it, and sucked it to my lips. 

My mind was everywhere.  I wanted Cindy’s pants off, I wanted to fuck her.  I wanted June’s clothes off, too, but I probably wouldn’t get to fuck her.  Cindy was playing with my cock while I kissed both her breasts.

“God, guys…” June breathed to our left.  Or my left, anyway.  Her hands were both between her legs.  I put my hand out to her.  She hesitated, but took it.  I pulled her toward us.  She knee-walked over and I momentarily released Cindy’s breasts to taste June’s. 

Cindy started taking her pants off.

“Did you spin for that?” June asked her.

“No more games,” Cindy breathed.

“So did I win or lose?” I asked Cindy.

“You’re going to win,” she declared.  A couple times, I’d hoped.

I started undoing June’s pants.  Button, zipper, shimmying down her hips.  She knew they were coming off, but she wasn’t quite helping.  I looked her in the eye.  “Clothes off.  That’s my prize.”  She sat and lifted her butt and let me pull her pants off her legs.

“Didn’t you want me to finish that blowjob?” Cindy asked, drawing me away from June and pushing me toward the bed.

“I want June to finish the blowjob,” I told her.  Before she could look disappointed, I added, “I want to eat your pussy.”

June, honestly, looked a little scandalized.  Or terrified.  Take your pick.  “What?  I’ve never done a…”

“Show her,” I told Cindy.

Cindy got a gleam in her eye and pulled June over.  I situated myself on my bed, fixing the covers.  I’d exchanged my Avengers sheets for manly blue plaid after my Freshman year girlfriend made fun of them, but I kept the Captain America shield pillowcase, for fun.  Fiona had also bought me a stuffed pillow that looks like a Reese’s candy bar thing which I use when I’m reading, so I took both pillows and propped myself against the wall, ready for the two advancing beauties climbing on the bed.

Cindy grasped my cock, again, but pointed it at June.  June still looked nervous, kind of wide-eyed.  Mine definitely was her first cock.  I’m not huge or thick, but my six-point-five kept Fiona happy, most of the time.  Still, I’ve never sucked a cock, either, so it has to be a little intimidating, I suppose.

Cindy told June to kiss it.  June made a kissy-face in jest, so she was still trying to delay it.  Cindy showed her.  “Like this.”  She ran her tongue up my shaft, only taking one side of my cock for her possession, then took my crown in, gave it a good suck or three, and returned.  “Do it,” she told June.

June blinked.  I think she wanted to close her eyes, but she needed to see what she was doing.  She brought her mouth to the base of my cock, and I could feel the round O of her lips going up the side of my cock with her little wet tongue stroking along as she went.  She copied Cindy on my head, while Cindy started along my other side, again.

Ffffffuck!  Oh, my god, this is a dream…” I moaned.  I couldn’t close my eyes.  I had dreamed of this.  Two girls sucking my cock…  Cindy’s hand rolling my balls…  If breaking up with Fiona led to this, I was happy to see her go, now.  I’d seen videos like this.  I should be videoing this!  I looked at my phone over there on my dresser and knew I’d never reach it.  I’d just have to remember it in my brain movies, like back in the olden days…

Cindy was giving June pointers as she bobbed on my cock head, telling her to watch her teeth.  I told her I don’t mind the teeth.  Then June pretended to make a big crunching bite like a Bugs Bunny carrot!  That got a laugh from us, which took me down a notch.  I gave it back to them.  “Can’t believe it… the Pigeon Sisters are giving me a blow job…”  They laughed at that, and I had to snicker at the twin dye jobs to their hair, myself.

I thought about taking them back into the shower and shampooing the two of them… and soaping Cindy’s magnificent tits and pressing her to the shower wall and fucking…

I so wanted to cum!  I closed my eyes and moved my hips, giving them the idea to start giving me whatever they got so I could cum.

“You almost there?” Cindy asked in her bedroom voice.  “You gonna cum for us?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna cum for you…”

“You gonna cum in my mouth?”  She started jacking me faster under June’s bobbing.

“I want to cum in June’s mouth…!”  Cindy and I shared a smile as June’s eyes popped open to that!

As my balls tightened up, I felt Cindy’s hand drop down to my ass and slip a fingertip inside me.  “Fuck!” I groaned as I bucked forward and all my muscles clenched.  “I’m gonna… oh, fuck!… here—”  I wanted to grab a head and hold someone in place, but Cindy’s was below and June pulled off with my warning.  My cum flew out in a fountain, three big shots wherever Cindy’s hand was pointing my cock.  I heard June squeal, then the next four shots I could feel at my chest, all over my pubes, and wherever in that general region, then some littler ones.  I opened my eyes to see my cum on June’s face and tits.  Not covered, but enough to shock her when it happened.

“Help her,” I breathed to Cindy.  I thought she’d just grab my shirt and mop her up, but Cindy made me a very happy boy by licking June’s breast and up her throat, following a line of cum, until she reached her lips.  She planted an open-mouth kiss on her, sharing my cum.  I could see June’s closed eyes reacting to the texture and taste, but submitting to the kiss.  Cindy dragged a finger along June’s chest and brought up some more.

“Clean me off,” I suggested.  June looked at me with a bit of resignation, like she figured This is what you do… and leaned forward again towards my cock.

“This is mine,” Cindy said.  “You’ve got plenty,” and she went down on me, again, herself.  I shit you not!  You know… I’m making sexy suggestions, and I can only hope that a fraction of them get taken into consideration, but Cindy was helping me live out a fantasy!  The sensation of getting your dick sucked to cumming is incredible, but getting your dick sucked after you cum is amazing!

I pulled June to me.  “Come here.”  I kissed her, thanking her for her efforts.  I licked my cum off her jaw and then moved down her throat and cleaned the rest off her tits with my tongue, too, eventually latching onto her nipples, again.  Her tits felt a little fuller, and she felt warmer, now that she was into it and all turned on.

I released June’s breasts and put my hand out for Cindy.  She joined me on the bed and we all collapsed, a little, pushing the pillows around. 

End of part one

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The Esses – Part 4

The Esses – Part 4
by
Jason Crow

The Esses

Part four
I awoke in that happy moment of oblivious amnesia everyone has after waking up. But this short moment passed by quickly, and I thought about last night’s events. I felt a mixture of excitement and fear for a moment, but all too soon, fear was the dominant emotion.

I let out a deep sigh and tossed aside the bedsheet. Deciding it was time to get up, I headed over to my closet. Standing before it, I pondered what to wear. Should I dare to go downstairs au naturel? Or opt for fully clothed? What would the girls be wearing? After a prolonged inner debate, I settled on wearing nothing but my snug black boxers again. They were more or less like a pair of swim shorts, striking a balance between not signaling my interest and not shutting down these possibilities entirely. Plus, opting for black ensured a bit more discretion than white or gray would afford in that department.

As I neared the top of the stairs, I noticed the door to the girls’ room was shut. I felt a wave of relief wash over me. This way, no immediate confrontation awaited downstairs. Or worse… that they would come storming out of their room to pin me down and fuck me. This last thought unsettled me a bit, so I shook my head and made my way downstairs to start preparing breakfast.

Standing at the kitchen counter, I hesitated. Not omelets, again. This is our third day together. I can do something different. After a few moments of contemplating my options, I decided to whip up my special pancakes today. Who was I kidding? I didn’t often have anyone to make special pancakes for. But I was genuinely enjoying the girls’ company. And they would be special today.

As I finished mixing the batter, the sound of footsteps on the stairs made my heart leap into my throat. My mouth went dry instantly, and that mix of joy at her arrival and a wave of panic swept over me. Again. This was it. How would the girls react after what had transpired last night?

“Morning!” Sarah chirped.

“G-good morning,” I croaked.

She walked over to me, planted a peck on my cheek, and inquired, “What are you making?”

My heart rate eased a bit as she responded with her sunny personality, just like yesterday, as if nothing had changed. So, I mustered up some cheerfulness of my own and replied, “Pancakes today.”

“Cool! I love pancakes!”

“Got some strawberry syrup for you, too,” I said and winked.

“I love strawberry,” Sarah said, eyes twinkling. “Sandra likes blueberry.”

“I know,” I said. I didn’t really know that, but I liked being able to say it since Maria had that in the pantry, as well. “There’s old maple, too, if you really want…”

“Uh, uh! Not when there’s strawberry.”

Sarah looked into my eyes, then looked away. I caught her checking me again, making sure I caught her inflection. It was hard not to, so I smiled back. She strolled over to the table and settled down with her back to it, facing me. She was dressed in an oversized white t-shirt that ended about two inches below her crotch. Her nipples were hard, and the shadow of them was visible through the thin fabric. I tried not to stare too obviously at her and focused on my batter instead.

My mind was racing, trying to figure out how to address the elephant in the room, and she must have picked up on it. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair and said, “What’s wrong? You seem a bit quiet this morning.”

“It’s… it’s nothing,” I replied, instantly regretting that I had missed an opportunity.

She smiled quizzically and, after a moment, asked, “It’s about last night, isn’t it?”

I nodded and whispered, “I shouldn’t have done that. I should’ve stopped… I mean… I shouldn’t have…”

“Don’t be sorry!” Sarah interrupted, “We wanted to do this! Sandra and I both! And we were thrilled you let us. Now we know how things work with a guy, something we were both curious about.”

I could only nod and looked at the counter, too chicken to look at her. After a short pause, she secretively added, “And now we know what cum tastes like…”

“I… I can get in a lot of trouble because of this. You know that, right?”

“Yeah. And like we said last night, we won’t tell…”

“It was wrong to…”

“Didn’t you like it?” she asked, interrupting me again.

I tore my eyes from the bowl of batter to look at her. She had a naughty look in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up. A heartbeat later, she started spreading her legs slowly, her eyes locked on mine. But I couldn’t help myself. I just had to look between her legs and immediately noticed she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

The moment her young, glistening slit came into view, crowned with those few willowy dark blonde strands, I swallowed audibly, and my dick grew to full mast almost instantly. She slowly moved her hand down, and it was like I was being hypnotized by her movements. With her fingers, she parted her pussy lips a little, and I could see a hint of her entrance. After this, she seductively ran a finger upward between her pussy lips and got to her feet.

I couldn’t move if I had to. My eyes roamed from top to bottom over her, mesmerized by her hard nipples and gracefully moving body. She walked up to me, stood extremely close, and whispered, “I just know you liked it,” and placed her finger under my nose.

Unable to resist, I inhaled the best aphrodisiac known to men: young girl pussy! As I sniffed, I felt her other hand slide over the fabric of my boxers, and she gripped my hard cock, squeezing it firmly.

“See?” she whispered and snaked her hand inside.

I was like wax in her hands. I knew I was being seduced and manipulated by this preteen girl, and I loved every second of it. She gave me a wicked smile, making it clear she was enjoying the power she had over me tremendously. When her hand started stroking the length of my rock-hard cock, I let out a soft moan. Her stroke was a bit clumsy at first, but soon she found a rhythm, and as she squeezed my cockhead every now and then, I realized she wanted me to cum again.

She moved her body so she stood behind me but never let go of my throbbing member. With her free hand, she pulled down the front of my boxers, trapping them below my balls. I felt her hard nipples press into my back as my breathing shallowed and my heartbeat rose. She was picking up the pace, and when she whispered into my ear, “I want you to cum for me again,” a shiver shot through me, and my balls tightened.

“Will you do that for me, please?”

I could only nod.

The pressure inside was building rapidly, and I heard myself moan every time her thumb rubbed over the back of my glans. But when I heard a door close upstairs, I froze. Sandra was about to come down, and I didn’t want her to see us like this. I tried squirming away from Sarah’s jacking hand, but when she realized what was happening, she even quickened her pace.

“If you don’t want Sandra to see us like this, you’d better cum quickly,” she panted, whispering in my ear.

This was it. My little niece, being this manipulative and bossy, was a turn-on I’d never experienced. But the fear of being caught added another layer of steam to this whole experience, and I could hardly think straight anymore.

“I… I’m….”

“Yess…” Sarah groaned.

Her other hand left my balls and grabbed the bowl of batter. At that moment, it hardly registered. I was tumbling, a snowball rolling down the hill of my impending orgasm, picking up speed, ready to crash int-.

“Ooohh… I’m cummm…” I grunted through my teeth.

My whole body tingled as her small hand flew up and down my shaft for the last time. Right before the first spurt left my cock, she pointed it downward. I didn’t care. I had a mind-blowing orgasm, and this sexy preteen girl was the cause of it. Spurt after spurt left my dick, and I had trouble catching my breath. I had to grasp the counter to keep from falling over. I was still riding my orgasmic high as I heard footsteps at the top of the stairs. Sarah squeezed the last drop out of my dick, pulled up my boxers, and hurriedly moved over to her spot at the table again.

I tried getting my act together quickly, and right before Sandra came into view, I straightened myself and smiled a weak smile. Sandra was wearing a pair of yellow panties, which, combined with her too-tight yellow tube top from yesterday, her nipples still clearly visible, looked smoldering hot on her. I looked her over and knew I was doomed and powerless against these girls.

“What’s up with you?” Sandra grumbled, her usual morning sparkle dampened.

“I… I’m…” I stammered.

“He showed me the proper way to do burpees. Apparently, I’ve been doing them wrong,” Sarah chimed in, assisting the conversation.

“Yeah…” I replied with little enthusiasm.

“And now he’s going to whip up his special pancakes,” Sarah added, emphasizing the word ‘special.’

I looked at the bowl of pancake batter and saw globs of my cum lying on top of the batter. That little devil had planned this all along, or she’s just that quick of a thinker! Sarah must’ve seen me looking because when we made eye contact, she saw my disturbed face, winked, and simply nodded.

The idea of the girls eating my cum was more of a turn-on than I liked to admit. So, I responded with a little nod back to her, started mixing my cum with the batter, and got busy making my pancakes very special. After Sandra took a first bite of the semen-infused pancake, her face lit up, and she excitedly announced that she really liked them.

“Yeah! They’re delicious!” Sarah said, adding playfully, “I love the subtle hint of salt in the background.”

“You’re absolutely right,” Sandra agreed after theatrically savoring another bite of her pancakes.

A smug grin stretched across Sarah’s face as she gleefully asked, “Do you have special recipes for everything?”

I blushed. Only you would know, I thought as I neared completion of the second batch.

“They’re delicious, aren’t they?” Sandra said to her cousin as I placed another plate on the table.

“I know! It’s a shame Ronald won’t tell us his secret ingredients…”

“Oh, please?” Sandra pleaded, sporting her most convincing puppy-dog eyes.

“Don’t bother. I already tried this morning, but he’s not budging.”

Seemingly, this was our little secret, so I decided to play along. I winked at Sarah and said, “A skilled cook never reveals his secrets.”

After I finished the last batch, I sat down with the girls to eat my own pancakes, curious to see if I could detect the taste of my spunk in there. As expected, I didn’t notice any difference in taste. It seemed more like a psychological effect than anything else. Meanwhile, the girls were engrossed in conversation, reminiscing about yesterday’s dinner and the celebrities they had spotted.

Lost in my thoughts, I was jolted back to the present when Sandra asked, “Should we hang out at the beach today?”

“Uhm…” I hesitated, glancing outside.

The girls noticed my gaze and looked at me curiously. I shook my head and replied, “I don’t think so. Judging by those clouds in the distance, there’s a storm on the way.”

“But the sun is shining!” Sarah noted, unconvinced.

“Did you check your app?”

A swift glance at Sandra’s face as she checked her phone was confirmation enough for me. However, Sarah’s muffled, “Oh…” after she checked her own phone solidified it. Witnessing their disappointed expressions got me thinking. They wanted to chill naked and try to seduce me to do more. That much was clear, and I’d no longer try to resist. After what happened this morning, my mind was made up. I knew that, but they didn’t. Since we had slept in and it was almost noon already, I figured we might as well enjoy a leisurely day downstairs.

“How about we unwind in the wellness area and hang out there for the rest of the day?” I suggested.

“Really!? That sounds awesome!” Sandra said enthusiastically.

“Yeah!” Sarah added, “I’ve never been in a sauna before. I heard it’s really relaxing!”

We cleared the table together, and as I closed the dishwasher, Sandra chuckled. Sarah and I glanced at her, and I asked, “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing… I just realized… now we won’t have to nag you to get naked with us.”

“Oh yeah, I didn’t even consider that!” Sarah chimed in.

I tried to adopt a stern expression and said, “Well, I did! And I think it’ll be fun. Just no…” I sighed, glanced between them, and continued as seriously as I could, “Just ask me if you want to do anything, okay? I mean… I liked what you did last night, and I’ve already stressed enough about the trouble I could get into for this. But… just… don’t trick me again, okay?”

They both looked down guiltily and nodded. I felt a bit like a schoolmaster scolding them, which wasn’t the vibe I wanted to give off, so I smiled and said, “Hey, I really like you two. These last few days have been a lot of fun,” seeing their smiles return, I continued, “Good! Now, let’s work up a sweat!”

“Ew, gross!” they said simultaneously, wrinkling their noses in unison.

When we made our way downstairs, I noticed my sauna was already heating up. Since my home was fully connected, the AI overheard our conversation and initiated the wellness program. As we approached the sauna’s entrance, I made sure not to set the temperature too high. After all, the girls were still young, and this was their first time experiencing it.

After I turned around, both of them were already topless and sliding down their panties. They stood there unabashedly in front of me in all their young and naked glory. They trusted me completely, and I suddenly felt a surge of affection because of the deepening bond I shared with them.

“First, let’s start with a warm shower. By the time we’re done, the sauna should be ready,” I explained.

“Do we need soap and shampoo?” Sarah inquired.

“Nah, it’s just to prep our bodies for the sauna’s warmth,” I reassured.

The walk-in shower boasted four large showerheads protruding from the ceiling, and the entire wellness area exuded an unmistakably luxurious ambiance. When I built this house, I paid extra attention to the wellness section, and the effort was evident.

I pulled off my boxers, and we headed over to the big shower. The girls’ eyes were locked on my swaying dick as I walked, and it was difficult for me to hide a proud smile. As I rinsed my hair and rubbed my hands through it, I looked away toward the ceiling. I just knew the girls were checking me out thoroughly, and I was letting them, almost wishing they would sink to their knees and start sucking me again. I knew my speech earlier made it clear they wouldn’t, but the thought alone was enough for me to chub up a little.

“Can we suck your dick again?” Sarah asked out of the blue.

I looked at her, and her eyes were glued to between my legs. She was toying absentmindedly with her right nipple, and a quick glance at Sandra showed that she was also eyeing my dick hungrily, ready to suck it dry. It took me a lot of willpower, but I wanted to take it slow and also make the girls feel good and hopefully get a taste of young pussy. So I shook my head, smiled, and said, “Not right now. Maybe later, okay?”

Two disappointed faces looked at me, but I ignored them. I shut off the water and handed them a fluffy towel, took one myself, and dried off. I made sure to move my hips in such a way that my dick would sway exaggeratedly. After this, I opened the door to the sauna and checked out the two tight little assess as my preteen nieces walked in front of me. I closed the door behind me, sat in the middle of the big bench, and patted the spots next to me. They got the hint and sat on either side of me.

“It sure is hot in here!” Sandra sighed.

“It’s usually a little bit warmer.”

“Really?” Sarah asked.

I nodded, and after a moment, we fell into a comfortable silence, allowing the warmth of the sauna to seep into our bones as we each retreated into our own contemplations. The silence enveloped us, punctuated only by the soft crackle of the sauna’s heat. Then, almost as if they planned it, I became aware of two delicate hands, their touch light, settling gently atop my upper legs, offering an unexpected but comforting connection in this steamy ambiance.

“You really look good, you know?” Sarah said in a breathy voice.

“Yeah… Do you wanna know how we knew you’d have a fine-looking big dick?” Sandra asked.

I glanced at her, realizing I’d been curious about it from the moment they mentioned it. So, I simply nodded. But I also wanted to level the playing field, so I placed my hands on top of their legs.

Sandra bit her lower lip and said, “Mom and Aunt Laura talked about it a couple of weeks ago. Apparently, when they were our age, they had drilled two peepholes in their closet so they could watch you.”

“Yeah,” Sarah chimed in, “They had a bit too much wine the other night, and they spilled the whole story. But I doubt they even remember telling us.”

“No!” Sandra chuckled, “They were a bit tipsy and started giggling uncontrollably when Mom started spilling this secret. Especially when she talked about how high you could shoot your cum when you jacked off.”

Sarah looked thoughtfully at me and whispered in a conspiratorial tone, “That night, Sandra and I swore to each other that we’d get to see your dick and watch you shoot your cum.”

The idea of my sisters watching me as I was spanking my meat was more of a turn-on than I’d like to admit. Damn! That news opened up a whole new realm of masturbatory fantasies. I’d have to get them back for that, somehow!

I was boning up for real now, and there was no stopping in that. I also noticed that both the girls’ hands were slowly creeping up my legs as they were talking. Their velvety skin felt electric under my fingers as I decided to mimic their movements.

“Will you show it to us again?” Sandra whispered as her hand moved higher and almost touched my sack.

I also shifted my hands upward, gently turning my fingers to rest against their velvety, smooth thighs. With a sense of purpose, I judged their reactions thus far and found no objections. It seemed they were comfortable with my actions. Almost as if on cue, two index fingers brushed against my balls simultaneously. I had anticipated this, and the moment their fingers touched, I moved my hands up to their pussies. My index and ring fingers were on both their outer lips, and my middle finger pressed on their slits lightly, not slipping between them but definitely signaling it was there.

The two loud hisses on either side and the slippery and soft flesh under my fingers were mind-boggling. A couple of days ago, I would’ve punched you on the nose if you told me I’d be fingering an adolescent girl. But here I was, sitting naked and hard with two pretty preteen girls on either side with their fingers on my balls and my hands between their spread legs, enjoying every second of it.

They spread their legs wider as I applied a little more pressure on their slits. My index and ring finger were caressing their outer lips while my middle finger sneaked between the folds into their slippery slits, the tip of my finger pressing lightly at their openings. I moved my fingers upward, and the moment I touched their clits, they both let out a deep moan. This moan sounded so sexy and hot and was like music to my soul. The acoustic of the cedar box we were in also added something to the sound of their moans, which made it even sexier. It turned me on immensely, especially after I felt their hands had lost their focus on my dick and balls. They clearly couldn’t handle the stimulation of my probing fingers and handling my cock at the same time.

After stimulating their clits for a while, causing them to moan louder and squirm on the bench, I moved my fingers down in search of their openings. I applied a little bit of pressure on it, eliciting another deep grunt, and without any warning or delay, I slipped my fingers inside, right up to my second knuckle. I knew they were wet enough, and the suddenness of this move always got the women going whom I tried this action with. My nieces were no exception. They arched their backs and let out something between a loud hiss and a deep groan. With the palm of my hand, I applied pressure on their clits, and I moved my finger slowly in and out, amazed by the tightness of their love canals. I’ve never had my finger inside a pussy this tight. My throbbing cock lurched at the idea of sliding into this tight wetness.

I looked over at Sarah, and her chest was heaving as I slowly kept fingering, her body covered in a thin layer of glistening sweat. A quick glance at Sandra showed me the same. But when a small drop of sweat appeared right below her neck and slowly slid down between the two small but firm tits, making its way toward her sopping wet cunt, I knew I was lost forever. There was no more denying. I just had to taste them.

So, just as suddenly as I had entered them, I pulled my fingers out and got to my knees. It was a good thing that the sauna was set to a mere hundred and ten degrees. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be able to do all this in here.

“Move closer,” I ordered after seeing their surprised and excited faces.

Their little asses scooted closer together, and when I placed my hands on Sandra’s knees, she immediately got the idea, and with a wicked grin, she spread her legs wide. A close-up view of an almost bald pussy with a glistening, reddish slit, topped off by a swollen clit at the top, is something no one will ever forget. Not just the visual image but also the smell are now etched into my brain forever.

The silky soft, short dark hair above her clit, combined with an intoxicating smell, made me dive in like a thirsty man who spent weeks in the desert. My mouth fit perfectly around her lips, and the moment my tongue slid between the folds and my tastebuds were triggered by the sweet, salty nectar between them, I went for it. I found her little love button at the top right away, and the effect on her was instant. I looked up at her, and her head was thrown back as Sarah moved in on her right boob.

As I was eating preteen pussy for the first time in my life, I was mesmerized by the way her cousin was enthusiastically licking her nipple. One of her hands moved in to work on the other boob, and I started lapping away for real now, swallowing every drop of her cunt juices she had to offer.

“Do you love it?” I didn’t think I was meant to hear it, but Sarah whispered just loud enough that I could.

“Mm-hmm…” Sandra moaned.

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Mm-hmm…”

“Is he better than me?” Sarah asked, moving even closer to her cousin’s ear.

“Mm-hmm…” she moaned, and after a few moments, a much louder, “Oohhh… you… you’re good… at… aahhh…” came from her throat. 

My eyes were locked on the action on her chest, and when Sarah and I locked eyes, I saw the horniest and sexiest look I ever saw. She winked at me and exaggeratedly licked her cousin’s nipple, showing me all the tongue action that came with it.

Meanwhile, Sandra was taking shallow breaths and was clearly nearing her peak. Seeing how she reacted to the first time I entered her, I decided to do it again, only this time with my entire finger. After probing around a little to let her know what was about to happen, I heard whimpering through her moans and figured she was ready. I applied pressure and made sure to press my fingertip against her G-spot as I moved in. The effect was instant! With a whaling groan, she came. And she came hard.

My mouth was filled with copious amounts of the most delicious fluid known to men, her legs clamped shut around my face, and her pussy contracted sharply around my middle finger.

“Ohh! Ooh! Ooh!!” was all that came out of her throat as I lapped up the gushes that came out of her spasming cunt. Sarah purred approvingly as she kept working on her cousin’s nipples and boobs.

I moved the tip of my finger back down a little in search of her G-spot, and the moment I rubbed firmly over it, she groaned loudly again, and the whole cycle started over once more. I didn’t mind. I was drinking her most intimate fluids and just couldn’t get enough of it. And the idea of another one waiting for me to suck dry almost put me over the top without touching myself.

I could’ve easily made Sandra cum a third time if I wanted to. But the day was still young, and we’d have plenty of opportunities to do that again, so I decided to leave her hanging as she was approaching another peak. She’d be satisfied because of her orgasms but still on edge enough to keep on going.

I sat up on my knees and smiled as I saw the happy but overwhelmed look on Sandra’s face. Sarah and I looked at each other, and there was something in her eyes I couldn’t quite place. But I couldn’t be bothered because I wanted nothing more than to get my tongue between her legs, so I whispered, “Your turn.”

Sarah bit on her lower lip and timidly asked, “Uncle Ronald?”

“I told you. It’s…”

“Will you please fuck me?”

My heart stopped beating for a moment as her words landed. I knew I wanted nothing more than to sink my throbbing cock to the hilt into her tight, young pussy. But hearing her ask this with that innocent voice of hers was all it took. Sandra was back with us the moment Sarah asked this, perked up, and excitedly said, “YEAH! Will you? She wanted this since the moment we first saw your dick. Please…”

Sarah looked sheepishly at me and nodded shyly. How could anybody say no to this? She was practically begging me to fuck her, and seeing her young, sweaty body with the taste of her cousin’s cunt juices still lingering in my mouth, was mind-blowing. Even the most self-disciplined man in the universe would find this overwhelming enough to crack.

“Okay,” I heard myself say hoarsely, “but let’s get out of here.”

I gently took Sarah’s hand and guided her out of the sauna. I could sense her nervousness, though she remained silent. Gesturing towards the comfortable lounge chairs nearby, I motioned for her to sit down. These chairs were designed for relaxation, resembling a cross between a bed and a chair, perfect for unwinding after a stint in the sauna. They sat slightly elevated from the floor, and I realized they were just the right size for us if I knelt down in front of one.

“Go ahead and lay down. Relax,” I said in a soothing tone as I adjusted the bottom part of the chair to create some space. This makeshift setup formed a sort of island within the cluster of lounge chairs, allowing me to kneel while Sarah could still extend her legs onto the adjacent chairs. There was also enough space for Sandra to join us in this setup.

“Are you guys really going to do this!?” Sandra said excitedly. “Can I watch?”

Sandra had grabbed a towel and draped it around Sarah’s shoulders. I was used to the little chill I usually felt coming out of the sauna, but to my nieces, this was the first time. And it was a touching gesture from Sandra to make her cousin’s first fuck as comfortable as she could.

Sarah looked at Sandra and simply nodded, her face a mix of nerves and anticipation. It was a thrilling sight for me, but I wanted to ensure Sarah felt comfortable and safe. So, I replied to Sandra, “Of course you can watch. Sit next to her and toy with her boobs and… her clit to make her feel even better.”

Sandra’s face lit up, and she scooted closer. I looked down at Sarah and saw she was biting her lower lip as she looked between her legs and eyed my boner. I figured it was best to just start and take the tension away, so I grabbed my dick at its base and pointed it down toward her opening.

“Ready?” I asked, suddenly feeling nervous myself.

Sarah just nodded and kept her eyes on my dick. I pushed my hips forward a little bit and let my cock head gently touch her pussy lips, just to let her know I was really there. The moment I touched her, she slammed her eyes shut and let out a moan.

My main concern was that she’d be too tight for me. The only thing that could help us there was to get her wetter than wet. A simple nod toward Sandra was enough for her to get going on sucking her cousin’s nipples. Another moan from Sarah was my cue to make my next move. I pressed my dickhead a bit firmer against her lips and was amazed at how easily I slipped in between them. Her pussy was sopping wet and slippery as hell. There was no way she could get any wetter than she was now.

Sandra was lapping away on Sarah’s tits, but her eyes were locked on my cock. Sarah looked expectantly at me, and at that moment, I knew this was it. I was about to fuck a twelve-year-old girl who was practically begging me to do this, while another twelve-year-old would be our audience. I could hardly even wrap my head around it all.

“Do it,” Sarah hissed as I applied just a little more pressure.

I pushed forward, and when I felt the familiar popping sensation of my cockhead entering her, I expected her to wince in pain or something. But the exact opposite was true. A loud “Oh! YESSS!” from Sarah was followed by a soft “Wow!” from Sandra.

“You okay?” I asked, knowing the answer already.

Sarah nodded, still biting her lip, and spread her legs even wider. A gentle push with my hips made me gasp myself. Damn! This girl was tight! I’ve fucked my fair share of women over the years. Some were tight, some were plain worn-out sluts. But I’ve never had one this tight. I had some trouble containing myself and not start pounding away. And these two excited and horned-up faces urging me on didn’t help much either. But this wasn’t about me. I wanted Sarah to have the best first fuck possible because she’d remember it for the rest of her life.

“This bit might hurt a little,” I said, “Your pussy is going to be stretched and this might feel uncomfortable.”

Sandra lifted her face and said, “We tried this with my mom’s dildo a couple of months ago. Just to make sure our first time wouldn’t hurt.”

Now, I had run out of excuses. I locked eyes with Sarah, and all I could see was determination and lust in there. Just the tiniest nod from her was all it took. I pushed forward and felt my rock-hard cock being engulfed by the tightest, warmest, and slipperiest pussy I’ve ever fucked up until then. I had expected at least some resistance, but I slid in all the way with ease, only pushing my hips to break through the friction of her tightness. All the while, I kept a close look on her face. Her eyes had gotten an unfocused look, and her mouth was open. She was breathing rapidly in short bursts, and Sandra had forgotten to help her out. All she did was watch how our genitals were merging into one.

“Oohhh… you’re big…” Sarah groaned, but her huge grin told me she loved the way it felt.

I half expected I’d have to pull back and call it quits because I simply wouldn’t fit in there. But when my balls rested against her ass, and I had nothing more to slide into her, I was amazed at how easy this all was going. But the tightness around my cock was something else! Sandra moved in to get a closer look. Her hoarse, “Fuck! This is hot!” was followed by a lick over her cousin’s clit and the small strip at the base of my cock that didn’t fit inside. Yet.

“Ahhhh.. fuck… fuck me… FUCK ME!” Sarah groaned, her unfocused expression giving her an almost possessed look.

But I wasn’t one to argue. Her slick, tight cunt was firmly gripping my throbbing cock, and my balls pulled up each time her pussy rippled over my shaft. So, I slowly started pulling out, eliciting another loud hiss, followed by a deep grunt from her. But I heard myself groan too. This was by far the best pussy I ever fucked!

After I almost pulled out, I immediately slid back in again. It took a lot of willpower not to slam into her but to keep it slow and steady. All too soon, I bottomed out again, and our pubes merged once more. The only word I recognized between her incoherent words was a high-pitched “FSTRR!” as Sarah kept on moaning and groaning.

I picked up the pace and saw Sandra had lain down on her side, lips around one of Sarah’s nipples, and eyes focused on my cock. Her legs obscenely spread as she was fingering herself, showing off her insides to me. How much stimulation can a man handle?

So… she wanted me to go faster? Sure. I could do that! I’d give her faster, damn it. Each thrust increased in speed and force. When we started this, I was afraid I’d hurt this precious preteen girl, but she liked it hard, and I’d let her determine the best way to fuck her virginity away. My cockhead slid a little bit into her cervix each time I slammed into her. Another first for me.

Lewd noises of flesh on flesh filled the room, combined with loud groans and moans from the three of us. I usually didn’t like a screamer, and I was pretty quiet myself. But hearing her loud moans and muffled screams was another layer on this already hotter-than-hot fuck. By now, I couldn’t care less how much she screamed. As long as I could keep on pounding that tight pussy of hers. Her slippery tightness. Her loud moans. The way she looked possessed each time I entered her firmer and slipped deeper into her cervix. All of this was accumulating into a roaring thunderstorm that was building inside. And when she practically screamed my name and her whole body stiffened, this thunderstorm erupted. I came. And oh boy, did I cum!

Her already tight snatch gripped me so firmly that I thought she’d squeeze my dick off. I could hardly slam into her for that crucial final time as my balls pulled up, but I knew I had to. And when I felt the first spurt shoot up my shaft, and my cockhead being covered by that underdeveloped cervix, her pussy rippled over the entire length of my twitching cock, and another spurt already flew up, while the first hadn’t even coated the insides of my preteen niece, yet. I’ve never experienced such a strong and forceful cum in my life. I heard myself groan in the distance as spurt after spurt left my cock. White flashes were all around me as I pushed firmly into this adolescent girl. Into Sarah.

After a couple of moments, I slowly regained my focus and saw Sarah lying limp on the cushion below me, with Sandra tenderly stroking her cheek. “Is she okay?” I asked worriedly, but when her cunt contracted and firmly gripped my cock again, I had to briefly close my eyes.

“You did it.”

Sarah smiled and whispered a soft, “Yeah…”

“You really lost it,” Sandra whispered and gave her cousin a peck on her cheek.

“Yeah…”

“First.”

“Mm-hmm,” Sarah nodded and flashed a thankful smile.

Sarah’s eyes fluttered, and a massive grin spread across her face. She squeezed her pussy again, and when my cock gave a violent twitch, she started giggling.

“Was it as good as it looked?” Sandra asked with amusement in her voice.

Sarah looked at her cousin, and with her eyes wide as saucers, she breathed, “A gazillion times better! You’ve gotta try this, too!”

I was afraid she’d say that. Right now, I was still remarkably hard, and the idea of sinking myself into a tight young pussy again would probably keep me going. But I knew I needed help, and as a leftover from my playboy days, I still had several ‘helpful’ stashes around the house. I gently placed my hand on Sarah’s lower belly, right above her silky pubes, and started pulling out. She sucked in a breath as my dick left her.

“Wow! Some cum is leaking out!” Sandra noticed with her usual enthusiasm.

I got to my feet, reached over to a nearby drawer, and pulled out a small bottle. I grabbed one of the blue pills and swallowed down the Viaglis quickly, so it wasn’t that noticeable. The girls were too busy watching how my cum seeped out of Sarah’s cunt, so I didn’t have to explain myself. This pill worked perfectly on me, and I’d be hard for hours after about twenty minutes. I knew these twenty minutes were going to be filled with steaming hot sex with a preteen girl, and after that, the Viaglis would do its job, so I’d be good until after dinner. These two insatiable young girls wouldn’t know what hit them.

This thought put a smile on my face, and as I got back on my knees at the lounge chairs, the girls were engaged in a steaming-hot Frenching session. I moved my hand up Sandra’s leg and rubbed my fingers over her dripping wet pussy. This caused her to giggle, break their kiss, and look at me. I grabbed the base of my cock and wiggled it to show her I was still hard.

“I thought boys couldn’t do it twice in a row?” she replied, surprised but with a horny grin on her face.

“With beautiful girls like the two of you, I couldn’t get soft if I wanted to. Trust me!”

“You gotta try it! Here,” Sarah said and moved out of the way.

Sandra took her spot on the chair and suddenly looked nervous. Her whole ‘I know what I want, and I’m in complete control’ attitude was gone again. She looked at Sarah and timidly asked, “You sure it won’t hurt? He’s bigger than Mom’s dildo…”

“Shut up, Doofus. You’ll love it. Trust me!”

That was apparently all the encouragement Sandra needed. She scooted her ass over to the edge and spread her legs wide. The scent that came from between her legs immediately made my cock lurch and my balls tingle. Just as I did with her cousin, I started by rubbing my dick all around her pussy. And sure enough, this got her going right away. It was also clear that she was definitely wet enough. Maybe even wetter and slipperier than Sarah, although that was hardly possible.

Sarah had already started working on Sandra’s tits. Her eyes focused on my rubbing cock as she licked, nibbled, and sucked. I gave a slight push with my hips, and the added pressure made my dickhead slide right into Sandra’s hole. I wanted to warn her first and didn’t expect this to happen, so I felt a little sorry that it had. But seeing her instant reaction as I entered her took away my fear of being too rough. Her mouth was open, eyes crossed, and a grunting “oooohhhh…” came from deep within her. Sarah’s eyes were wide, and she had stopped her task of stimulating her cousin.

My dickhead tingled as it was gently being squeezed by Sandra’s pussy. As her eyes started to seek mine but obviously had trouble doing so, I waited. But this waiting did something to her. Her face turned into a mix of determination and longing, and the moment her eyes locked on mine, the urgency of her look couldn’t be missed. She didn’t have to nod, ask me, or anything else for that matter. She wanted me.

So, for the second time, I started sinking into a tight, slippery virgin pussy. The tightness of it surprised me again, and once my balls hit her ass, the tip of my dick touched her cervix. I was basically fucking the same pussy, only this one belonged to another adolescent girl. I assumed I would last longer this second time. But apparently, fucking virgin pussy does something to a man. And I wasn’t an exception to that. After about five minutes of fucking my little niece, she started bucking and thrashing around and moaning incoherent sentences. It was almost like a rodeo as I tried to stay inside her.

Right after Sandra came violently, I shot my load into her. Visualizing how my swimmers would enter her womb since they were shot almost straight into it was absolutely mind-blowing. During my cum, Sandra came again, which boosted my ego significantly.

“You did it,” Sarah whispered as she caringly wiped some hairs from Sandra’s face.

“Wow…”

“You’re a woman, now.”

“Yeah…”

“Didn’t I tell you?”

“You did…” Sandra exhaled deeply, and I thought I could hear the word “Amazing…” as she did this.

“You guys looked really hot doing that!” Sarah said excitedly as I regained my breath, “Can we…”

There was a loud ‘bang’ and all the lights went out. Both girls let out a yelp, and Sandra’s pussy squeezed my dick as she did this. I slowly pulled out and noticed the Viaglis was doing its work. I hadn’t lost any of my stiffness.

“It’s probably the storm. I guess the lighting hit some powerline inland. Nothing to worry about. I’ve got emergency power that can last weeks. It’s just restricted to the living part of the house, so let’s head upstairs.”

There was a little bit of light streaming in through the open door. I could make out their silhouettes and gave them a hand to lead them out of there. The moment I grabbed Sarah’s hand, her other went searching for my boner, which it found moments later. She gave it a few gentle strokes, and after she squeezed it, she asked, “Still in the mood? ‘Cause I’d like to go for seconds…”

We didn’t just go for seconds. There were thirds, fourths, fifths and sixths. I actually lost count at some point. We fucked and sucked all day. I had to take two more pills and never felt more drained in my life than after that day. I’ve had my fair share of fucking frenzies, but never one like this. These girls just didn’t know how to stop. Didn’t want to stop.

I was glad I was still in decent shape and worked out on a regular basis. Otherwise, my heart would’ve definitely stopped beating that day. We fucked in the living room, in the girl’s room, and even on the pool deck once the storm passed. After eating a quick dinner, I cleaned up the kitchen so the girls had time to freshen up in their room. But when I returned to the couch, they were lying on top of each other, Frenching and groping away, their pussies pressed together and their legs widely spread.

“Pick one,” Sarah giggled as she looked back at me over her shoulder.

Looking back, I wish I had taken a picture of that moment. Two young cunts, ready to be pounded, pressed close together as one and presented to me as a five-star desert. But I didn’t choose. I alternated between them, which turned out to be the longest fuck of the day. Because of the back-and-forth switching, both girls got down from their peaks each time I switched, and since I had come over six times already that day, I wasn’t coming again any time soon, anyway.

I insisted on catching a break after that fuck in the living room. We cuddled up on the couch with the girls on either side of me. We watched some softcore movie with loads of forbidden flesh, but without the penetration overly visible and exaggerating actresses screaming away, and it was still incredibly sexy and hot. Especially since the girls kept toying with my cock and balls the entire time.

After the movie was over, the girls shot up as if stung by a bee. They ran upstairs, giggling like schoolgirls, which they had every right to do since they were actual schoolgirls. I smiled inwardly and knew I was in for yet another treat. And sure enough, when I entered my bedroom, I was treated to the sight of two young bottoms next to each other, hip to hip, sticking up invitingly into the air. Their faces were away from me, hidden by the covers, and their chests were on the bed. Both were sitting on their knees, tiny asses stuck up in the air.

“You have to guess who’s who,” they chuckled.

I didn’t waste any time. I sank into the first pussy, and immediately knew it was Sarah. She was a little tighter than her cousin. But I kept up the pretense of trying to figure it out by switching between them. By the time they both came again, I shot yet another load into Sarah. I was amazed that there wasn’t any of my cum coming out of her ears by now, considering the amount of jizz I had shot into her already.

After this, we called it a day. There wasn’t any question where the girls would sleep. They were crawling under the sheets before I could say anything. I didn’t mind. There wasn’t any reason left to not let them sleep with me.

That night, I woke up twice. The first time, Sandra was sucking away on my stiffening cock. I was actually amazed I could still get it hard after a day like that. And in the early morning, as the first light got in through the windows, I was awakened by Sarah straddling my waist while Sandra jacked me to the final bit of hardness and aimed my cock toward Sarah’s opening. We fucked a little, but neither of us came. It was just a nice, slow fuck without any urgency in it. But it was an indescribable feeling falling asleep with her body on top of mine, and my cock buried deep inside her tight pussy.

The sunlight flooded the room as my phone buzzed. I carefully shifted the nude twelve-year-old to the side and reached for my phone. It was a text from Maria, announcing that her girlfriend had said yes. I replied, extending congratulations from all three of us. As I locked my phone, I realized it was already noon. So, I gently woke the girls, sharing the exciting news with them.

The days after this morphed into one. We didn’t bother with clothes anymore, and we fucked a lot. Not as much as that first day, but it was still a lot. I felt like a thirteen-year-old again, still getting hard whenever I needed to. But the pills helped.

Sandra, Sarah, and I had tried every possible threesome position we could think of and could find online. We tackled even the toughest ones. There was this one in particular where I was convinced I couldn’t do it. They playfully teased me, saying I shouldn’t complain so much. Luckily, we managed, and I actually enjoyed it very much. My experience with previous three and foursomes did help me out here. I didn’t talk about this with the girls, of course, but the experience did prevent an awkward situation a couple of times.

Whenever we weren’t having sex, we were constantly goofing around. Having these two high-spirited youngsters around was refreshing and eye-opening. Having the right people in my life made it better and more meaningful. The interchangeable, long-legged models were a great lay, and sex with them was terrific, but they didn’t affect me on a personal level. What I truly cherished was the personal connection I had with Sandra and Sarah. Sure! The sex was fantastic, but if I was being honest, having a real-life uncle/niece relationship with them was even better. 

By the time my sisters rang my doorbell, the Esses and I were acting like a real family. Okay, I wasn’t their actual father, but I’ve never felt this close to other people as I did at that moment. We knew what the other wanted before they had to say it. We were connecting on so many levels that it felt frightening and suffocating in the beginning. But they taught me, by just being around, that this was okay. It wasn’t scary or suffocating, and I shouldn’t be scared about letting other people get close to me. That was, more than the sex, the best thing that happened during this past week.

“Did it go well?” Laura inquired as I passed her a coffee.

“We had a blast!” I replied enthusiastically.

“So, they weren’t too much trouble for a single man, swamped in work, after all?” Lisa said with a hint of amusement in her voice.

“I… uhm…”

“What’s up?” Laura asked. She always saw right through me.

“Well… You guys always tease me about being a hermit. And… let’s face it… I am a hermit most of the time.”

“Uh huh…” Lisa said, casting a quick and confused glance at her sister.

“Now that I had this company for a week, I actually liked it. I mean… I really liked it! I know I will miss the girls. I’ll miss the life they brought to the house, the sound of voices not coming from the television or the AI but from actual people. People who were here because of me and not because of my money.”

My sisters looked at each other questioningly. I guess this was their twin telepathy because a moment later, Lisa said, “That’s… a bit unexpected… But I’m glad this has happened.”

“What do you mean?”

“Lisa and I had talked about this,” Laura said, “but we never knew how we could help you. Honestly, we kind of gave up. Sending the Esses over was exactly what we said it was. They wanted to come here to have some fun and to take their minds off the divorce. Most of all, they wanted to reconnect with you. That’s really all there was to it.”

“Well… I’m glad they took the initiative. And…” I paused for a moment, not used to feeling this vulnerable, “maybe the three of us can hang out together a bit more?”

“Of course. I’d love that!”

“Me, too,” came from my other side.

And with that, they got on either side of me on the couch and hugged me tightly. I loved feeling the warmth of my sisters. Not just the physical warmth but also the spiritual warmth. After this little family gathering, I heard my nieces come into the living room, and they sat down near us.

Lisa broke the hug, turned to Sandra, and asked, “And how about you? Did you enjoy yourself?”

“It was amazing!” Sandra excitedly said. “He’s such a cool uncle, and this place is awesome! I do get wet lots of times here, but I think we’ve got that covered now.”

Both Lisa and Laura cocked an eyebrow and looked at me. Behind my sisters, Sarah shot a glare at Sandra, indicating she should watch her words.

“It’s, uhm… it’s a running gag about the ocean and the swimming pool,” I quickly said, not wanting to go into too much detail, of course.

“I’m glad you’ve had fun and enjoyed yourself,” Laura said thoughtfully. “Because, uhm… we’re considering booking a cruise. It would mean being away for almost a month. We’ve already spoken to the girls about this before we left, and they said they were okay with it as long as this week was okay. And judging by their reaction, it was. We’ve also arranged things with their school, so also no problem there. But… uhm… would you be willing to look after them again?”

I attempted to look thoughtful, and after a second, I said, “I don’t know… A month is a long time. You’d have to bring a couple more books to read!”

I gave the girls a knowing wink, and they both licked their lips seductively while grinning back cheekily. I doubted if my body would survive another month of countless sex, but I was more than willing to try.

The end

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21

The Esses – Part 3

The Esses – Part 3
by
Jason Crow

The Esses

Part three
I awoke earlier than usual that morning. As I was lying in bed, I found myself looking at the ceiling, replaying the events of yesterday in my mind. The realization I had come to in the evening still lingered. Why should the girls be constrained by my own prudishness? Okay, I’m not exactly a prude, but why couldn’t they act the way they wanted around me because I was held back by society’s rules? I acknowledged to myself that I took some moral liberties here, and I wasn’t entirely sure if my actions were driven by genuine concern or something else. However, one thing was sure: I regretted my behavior.

I didn’t hear any movement from the room next door, but a quick glance at my alarm clock revealed that it was late enough to start the day. So, I got up, showered, forced myself to wear only my black Versace boxer briefs, and headed downstairs.

All the models I took back to my place and who stayed for breakfast were amazed by the omelets I made, so I decided to do the same for Sarah and Sandra. As I finished making the first of my famous omelets, I heard the patter of young, bare feet on the kitchen tile. Before I could react, with my hands full, I felt a kiss on my cheek from behind, and Sarah cheerfully wished me a good morning. Glancing around, I noticed she was dressed in the same outfit as last night, although her shirt was now inside-out, her blonde hair not yet brushed.

“Have a seat and prepare to be amazed,” I said, grinning widely.

I placed the plate in front of her and observed as she took the first bite. As the flavors danced on her taste buds, her face lit up, and she said with a look of awe on her face, “This is wonderful! You really are an amazing cook!”

“Thanks!” I replied, turning around and hearing another pair of bare feet on the stairs.

Sarah’s amused voice piped up, “Are you sure you’re not gay?”

“Bite me!” I chuckled, turning to see Sandra’s sleepy expression.

“Morning…” she grumbled, clearly not quite awake yet.

After finishing Sandra’s omelet and watching her take her first bite, her eyes widened, and she instantly perked up, showering me with more compliments. “Mom can’t make anything like this,” Sandra divulged.

Once breakfast was over and we were chatting away, an idea popped into my head. In the past, I took my dates to a famous and fancy restaurant called Claudio’s. It was renowned as the best restaurant within a two-hundred-mile radius, situated in a bustling hotspot in town, and it was not uncommon to spot one or two famous people dining there.

When I suggested this to Sarah and Sandra, they became instantly excited, chatting animatedly about all the celebrities they might see. I let them indulge in their excitement for a moment, chuckling at their eagerness.

“But… I didn’t bring anything nice to wear!” Sandra groaned, interrupting the excitement with a hint of concern.

Sarah’s face morphed into one of realization, and she nodded worriedly. Two pairs of puppy eyes were looking at me, and I had to laugh at how the brains of these girls worked.

“Well… then we’ll just have to go shopping, won’t we?”

“YES!” they simultaneously shouted and started jumping around excitedly, each of them giving me a hug.

We agreed that they’d quickly take their morning shower as I cleaned up and made sure we were ready to go. The girls practically raced upstairs, and I cleared the table and put everything in the dishwasher.

As I headed upstairs to get dressed, I could hear the shower running, and the girls were giggling. My room, with its own shower en suite, was further down the hall. The girls were using the guest bathroom here at the top of the stairs.

But the steam coming into the hallway indicated that they had left the door open. At least a crack. I stood for a moment, contemplating my options. If I passed by quickly, no one would notice. But then again, they didn’t seem to mind one bit, either. I was so confused at the moment that I thought I was going mad. But since I decided this morning that I was the one that needed to change, I gathered myself and took a look.

It was as if I was moving in slow motion. The bathroom door wasn’t just ajar. It was completely open, and the moment I could see inside, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Under the big, dual-headed shower, the girls were standing with their backs toward me. Their glistening young bodies on full display. They were talking to each other, seemingly oblivious to the open door. I watched as the soap ran down their backs, over their tight, hot asses, where it accumulated between their cheeks and disappeared between their legs.

Watching their wet bodies like this in the indirect bathroom lighting made me pop a boner almost instantly. I knew I didn’t want to get hard over them, but my body had a different opinion. I lingered as long as I could get away with and absorbed every inch of their young bodies, hoping to etch this image into my brain.

The moment Sarah turned sideways, and I saw her silhouette with her hard nipple sticking out from her small breast, I snapped out of it. I tore my eyes from her chest and looked at her face. The steam in the shower made me unsure of what I saw, but I thought I caught her looking with a hint of amusement in her eyes. Surely, she would’ve said something if she had caught me looking. Right? Not wanting to risk any longer, I hurried to my room.

Once inside, I hesitated a moment if I should open up my surveillance app. This could show me the camera footage from both the shower and their bedroom, but despite my throbbing cock needing urgent relief, I decided against it. It would be more than a little unethical to use the hidden cameras used for my AI, right? Not wanting to dwell any longer over this internal ethical battle, I whipped out my rock-hard dick and jerked myself to an intense orgasm within ten strokes, the images of my naked nieces filling my head.

I was barely clear enough to aim my spraying cock toward the damp towel that was still lying on the floor after my morning shower, but thankfully, I managed. After I regained my senses, looked at the mess on the towel, and the realization of what just had happened kicked in, I mumbled, “What the fuck is wrong with me?”

I couldn’t shake the images of their naked bodies from my head. I only saw their backsides and one sideboob. But somehow, these young girls struck a chord with me. Their developing bodies, youthful innocence, and near-perfect figures, combined with the sexy insinuations they made, were just too much for me. I couldn’t help it.

The bad thing was that I didn’t feel any guilt or remorse now. I jerked myself to one of the quickest orgasms ever by just thinking about them, and it was hot as fuck. Even the thought of doing more with them wasn’t that scary anymore. I realized I was tumbling down a slippery moral slope, and I didn’t really care that I did. Where was this going to end?

Of course, I knew I shouldn’t and couldn’t do more than look and that it was on me to maintain a proper distance, but there was no harm in fantasizing, right? Despite some of the things they said and did, they sure as hell wouldn’t want to have anything to do with their old uncle like that. Not physically. They were just too green and innocent to realize the effect their actions had on me.

I chose an outfit that was both stylish and casual, got dressed, and just as I opened the door to head downstairs, the girls stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in towels. The fluffy towels covered them modestly, but their long, shapely legs and bare shoulders were still a delightful sight.

“I’ll be in the garage. Meet you guys there,” I said as I reached the top of the stairs.

“Just be a minute,” they chimed in unison and walked over toward their closet.

Later, it dawned on me that they didn’t close the bedroom door behind them. But since I didn’t have a plausible reason to be upstairs, I had to leave it at that.

“Nice rides, Ronald!” Sandra said as she checked out my collection of cars.

“Which car should we take, girls?”

They didn’t respond but rushed over to my convertible. It wasn’t a huge surprise they chose that one. It’s flashy and always attracts looks and praises from people who see me in that car. Seeing those two all hyped up brought a smile to my face.

“I guess it’s the Maserati…”

“Yeah! This one’s awesome!” Sarah cheered as she sat down in the passenger seat.

“Thanks!” I said, getting in and bringing the V6 to life. I revved the engine, causing both Sandra and Sarah to giggle and look at me in awe. “This is a Maserati GranCabrio Trofeo. It’s actually the closest thing to a regular car I own. But it’s got a twin-turbo V6 engine and almost six hundred brake horsepower, so it’s basically a supercar that can sit four.”

“Cool,” she replied.

The girls obviously weren’t that impressed by the numbers or interested in cars in general. They couldn’t care less what was under the hood but were too polite to say it to me. So, I figured I might as well stop talking about it and let the engine do the talking. After I exited the garage and drove all the way to my front gate, revving the engine every now and then, I turned onto the public road. Making sure no one was in front or behind me, I pressed down hard on the gas pedal, and we were pushed firmly into our seats. The girl’s impressed reactions were enough for me. Everyone likes a fast car! About twenty minutes later, we arrived at the salon where the girls would try new dresses. They were expecting us, and as the valet drove off in my car, we were greeted by Carmen, the owner of this exclusive shop.

“Ronald!!” Carmen said with her fake accent, walked over to me, and greeted me with open arms.

She gave me two fake pecks on my cheeks and made a show of checking me out. After an approving ‘hmm’ and nod from her, I knew I did well in front of my closet this morning.

“Carmen, I’m taking these two girls to Claudio’s tonight.  I need you to make sure they look like they belong there and not in the chorus of Annie.”

“Of course, Ronnie.”

Carmen snapped her fingers and gestured to one of her employees that the girls should be taken to the dressing rooms. When they were out of earshot, I looked at Carmen and said, “Let them try on three apiece.  Keep it classic: black, blue, red, white, nothing avant-garde.  Tell me which one is their favorite so it can be my choice, as well.”

“Of course, darling! Nothing but the best for my cutest customer!” she said and winked seductively at me.

It wasn’t uncommon for us to flirt. Carmen was a good-looking woman in her early fifties. Not exactly in my hunting grounds, but a friendly woman who’d earned her place with the rich and famous by working hard and staying strong. I winked back at her, and after flashing a broad smile, she headed over to the dressing rooms.

As she walked off, she asked one of the other women who worked there to bring me a coffee. Carmen’s shop was known for brewing one of the finest cappuccinos one could find in the entire Bay Area. I sat down on a white chair near the dressing rooms, and when she gave me the cappuccino, I got a good, long look down her shirt. I didn’t see any nipples, but her small braless tits looked mighty fine on her. And when she walked away, I couldn’t take my eyes off her swaying hips and tight ass.

Good! I still liked adult women. This was more than mildly comforting, and the fear of becoming a pervert ebbed away little by little. Unfortunately, this didn’t last long. After about an hour of patiently reading magazines and working through some emails on my phone, the door opened. Carmen walked out, gesturing for Sarah to come out of the dressing room. And when she did, I felt a stir in my pants.

Sarah was wearing a skintight black dress with glitters woven into the fabric. The bottom of the dress was halfway down her upper legs and was modest enough for a girl her age. But the top was strapless, and the heart-shaped fabric followed the curves of her breasts, making them look bigger. When she turned to show her back, I saw a vertical, oval-shaped gap, about an inch wide at the widest point, running from the top to just above her ass. It was small at the top and bottom and wide in the middle, almost onion-shaped. This dress looked amazing on her, and it gave it an expensive look and feel. By looking at the gap, it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra, and when I saw the top of her panties, I knew we’d have to look into that.

“Oh wow! You look amazing!” I exclaimed.

“Really? Isn’t it… too much?”

“Absolutely not! This dress is made for you!”

“It is, isn’t it?” Carmen said with her thick, fake French accent as she walked up to us. “Here, darling. Try these on. I think they will fit perfectly.”

Carmen gave Sarah a pair of black shoes. They looked very fancy, and because she had no experience with high heels, they were strappy flats. But because of her long legs, you’d have to look twice to notice they didn’t have heels. Next, Carmen handed Sarah a little black purse with a golden chain, and she hung it over her shoulder. I looked her over and smiled at this gorgeous young woman standing there in front of me.

“You look like a million bucks!”

Carmen smiled and said, “Wait till you see the bill…”

I shook my head as I noticed the twinkling in her eyes. I knew this wasn’t going to be cheap, but it was all worth it.

“You sure I can have this!?” Sarah asked with disbelief all over her face.

“We need to be dressed for the occasion, don’t we?”

“Yeah… but…”

“No buts! It’s my chance to spoil you, so I don’t want to hear about it!”

Sarah smiled and gave me a tight hug. As she stood back straight, Carmen called Sandra out.

Sandra almost glided out, wearing a tight, red dress that ended halfway down her lower legs. But the split in it ended almost at her hip and looked sexy as fuck! The top had a small turtleneck, but the fabric went in a triangular form from the front of the turtleneck to halfway up her chest. This meant she showed a hint of sideboob, but it was still very classy and nowhere near trashy.

After she spun on her feet to show me her back, I saw it was completely bare. Her ass was covered nicely, and the problem Sarah had with her panties showing wasn’t going to be an issue for Sandra. The only thing was that the fabric was tight and silk-like, causing her panty line to show through the fabric. Nothing a thong couldn’t fix, and I assumed she had one with her because of how I remembered how the girls looked while wearing their yoga pants. But other than that, she looked equally fine as her cousin.

Carmen also handed shoes and a matching purse to Sandra, and as I stood there, admiring my nieces, I couldn’t believe how fast they were growing up. I asked them to pose and took a picture, which I sent to my sisters. They immediately responded with how great they both looked and how I shouldn’t spoil them this much. I didn’t care. I wanted to share my wealth with them.

The girls went back into the dressing rooms, and I walked over to the counter with Carmen, where I’d pay for everything. Carmen complimented me on how well-behaved and good-looking my nieces were. She knew exactly how to play me, and since I had taken most of my dates here to shop in the past, I couldn’t blame her. As she took my credit card, I asked, “Can you… advise them on makeup?  Keep it simple, not clownish?  I don’t want to have to tell…”

I was feeling uncomfortable and stupid, and Carmen cocked an eyebrow as she sized me up. Her lips curled into a smile, and she said, “Of course, Darling. I’ll go to them in a minute and give them a crash course on it.”

“And, uhm… while you’re there… Can you…” I felt my face go red. I cleared my throat, “can you help them with proper… underwear?”

She nodded. I felt a sense of relief wash over me as she said, “I’ve got just the right lingerie for them.” 

My payment was done, and Carmen was heading over to the dressing room. It took me a moment to digest what she just said. I didn’t want them to be wearing fancy lingerie. They couldn’t even wear a bra! They just needed a pair of panties. Or thongs. Or… whatever! But I also knew Carmen a little bit. After I let it all sink in, I knew she’d give them the proper undies. And when I checked the bill, it only showed the line ‘underwear,’ so I was getting more at ease with this uncomfortable situation.

As we exited the store, the girl’s hands full with bags, Carmen waved us goodbye. I gave her a hug and thanked her for all the help. Her hands roamed all over my back as we hugged, something she always did and had turned into a routine.

“Of course, Darling! You’re welcome. See you next time!” she said and patted my butt.

When I turned around, I saw Sarah looking at us, and her smile appeared to be gone. As I approached them to open the trunk, she threw her arms around me, kissed me on my cheek, and pressed her body against mine. I smiled at her and helped them place the bags in the trunk. 

During the ride home, they couldn’t stop talking about their expensive new clothes. We agreed that we’d chill for the rest of the day, so after we got home, I grabbed my laptop, took the elevator down to the beach, and worked through my emails. Sarah came down with me and read her book on the chair beside me. At the bottom of the elevator, I had a cabana containing a fridge, towels, a shower, and a small dressing room. I grabbed two Cokes from the big fridge, handed Sarah one, sat down in the shade, and opened my laptop.

We sat next to each other on the beach, overlooking the ocean, a warm breeze caressing our faces. We didn’t talk much and were comfortable just keeping each other company. Apparently, Sandra had decided to lounge by the pool and work on her tan, something Sarah didn’t feel like doing today. I was engrossed in a piece of code that expanded the artificial assistant I was building when Sarah asked out of the blue, “What does sex feel like?”

“Uh… what’s that?” I asked, afraid I heard it correctly.

“Sex. People always make such a big fuss about it, but is it really that big of a deal?”

“It’s uhm… it’s…” I stammered, thought about it for a second, watched the ocean waves come in once, twice, three times, and cleared my throat, “When you really like someone, sex is the best way to express those feelings.”

“Well… Yesterday evening, in bed, Sandra and I found some articles online. According to those, you’ve had sex with a different woman practically every night. Did you ‘really like’ them too?” she asked, a bit snarky and with the emphasis on ‘really like them.’

Shit! Those articles. I forgot about the downside of being a playboy. How did I talk myself out of this one? I thought about it for a second and realized this girl wasn’t stupid and couldn’t be fooled. So I decided to just spit it out.

“You’re right. The best way to express your feelings for someone is by having sex together. Or better yet, make love. But just the sex is also a lot of fun! Heck! If they invent something better than sex, I’d still keep having sex because it’s simply amazing!”

Sarah chuckled at that and said, “Then why is everyone so uptight about it? Why can’t I have sex?”

“Well… first off, you need to be careful. There are a lot of people out there who might hurt you, so you have to trust that person. And second… pregnancy.”

“I’m on the pill. Mom said it’s best to start early so it, in her words, wouldn’t hold me back,” she interrupted me, looking blankly at me.

I nodded, searching for the right words when Sarah continued, “Mom said I was… some word… preco… precoco…?” she said, looking thoughtfully as she searched for the correct word.

 “Precocious?” I asked.

 “Yeah! That’s the one.”

I nodded and said, “I would certainly agree with that.”

 “She said I was precocious and should be prepared for ‘it’ before it’s too late.  So that’s why she took me to the doctor for this. And then Sandra followed… of course.”

“Okay. That’s good. Then you just need to find a person who’s willing and who you trust.”

“I know someone…” Sarah purred.

“Good! Then I’d say it’s a matter of explaining to him what you want when you’re back home. There’s nothing wrong with girls taking the lead. Just make sure to talk together about what you both want and, more importantly, what you don’t want.”

“Cool.”

“Don’t get me wrong, though! I’m not giving you permission or anything. It’s not up to me to give you that. I’m not your parent, you see. All I’m saying is that if you want to do this, keep my advice in mind.”

“I know. And thanks.”

I looked at her, and she had a smile on her face that made me all mushy inside. “It’s one lucky boy, though, you know that?”

“Who is?”

“The boy you want to have sex with.”

“Thanks,” and a blush spread across her face.

Before it could get any more awkward, I pretended to be busy on my laptop again. I noticed in the corner of my eye that she hadn’t opened her book again. I guessed that she was thinking about what I just said and decided to let her chew on it for a while.

“Thanks for being so honest, Ronald. It’s just that… I read this chapter in my book that talked a lot about sex, and Sandra and I talked this morning about what it would be like having real sex. So, I was curious… you’re actually the first adult who’s being open about it.”

I was flattered by her honesty and said, “Well… you’re going to do it someday anyway, so you might as well know how things work, right?”

“I know. But not everyone thinks like that,” she said, and there was that smile again.

She picked up her book again, and we went back to doing our own thing. After the sun dropped a couple inches, we realized we needed to get freshened up, get dressed, and be ready to head into the city. We cleaned up at the beach, put our stuff back where it belonged, and we got into the elevator.

“This was nice,” Sarah said, placing her head on my shoulder.

“It sure was. We… oh…” I said as the elevator doors opened.

There, right in front of us, lay Sandra on her belly on a chaise lounge. I’ve seen that before, obviously, but now she was topless, and she’d pulled the bikini bottoms a little between her cheeks to mimic a thong.

“Hi!” Sarah chirped and walked past her to get inside, not giving her cousin a second look.

“Hi, Ronald. Had fun downstairs?” Sandra asked.

“Uhm. Yeah. I’ve actually got some work done,” I said, hearing my voice tremble as my eyes roamed over her body.

Sandra saw me looking and asked, “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Nah. We talked about this. Just do whatever you feel comfortable doing.”

Thankfully, she kept lying on her belly. But despite my lack of body language reading skills, I got the impression she wasn’t as confident as she wanted me to believe. And I was somehow glad she wasn’t. This saved us from an awkward situation. But she had been calling my bluff a couple of times now, and maybe now that we were alone, it was time to turn the tables.

I set my laptop down on a table, which made it look like I was going to do a little more work. “It’s going to take you two a little longer to clean up and get ready for tonight, so I think it’s better if you get upstairs too,” I said, waiting to see what she’d do.

I could see the internal struggle on her face. I was right! She wasn’t as confident as she thought she was, and now it showed. This was going to be fun. She either backed off, and we wouldn’t be having those standoffs like we had at dinner anymore, or she’d get up and show me her boobs. Either way, I won.

It took her a couple of moments, but eventually, she sat up straight and looked timidly at me. I knew she didn’t want to appear shy, so I tried to act all casual and didn’t want to make her feel insecure in any way.

So I looked at her exposed chest, not feeling the need to be shy about it, and smiled. Her breasts seemed almost identical to Sarah’s. They were probably A or small B cup with hard nipples and boyishly small areolas. They looked so invitingly sexy on her that I had to restrain myself from putting my mouth over one of those stiff nipples. After a brief moment, Sandra tentatively got to her feet, grabbed her stuff, and just looked at me, the insecurity dripping from her face.

“You look nice,” I said softly.

“Thanks…. I’m not as big…” she whispered, looking at her chest.

“Don’t worry! You look great, and you should own it!” I interrupted her and tried to give her a confidence boost.

I managed to keep from ogling her boobs and looked her in the face as I said this. Her self-doubt washed away immediately, and her face was all smiles all of a sudden. Judging by her coy smile, this was precisely what she needed. But I didn’t want to make this any bigger than it should be, so I said, “Now… get inside and get changed, okay?”

As she walked past me toward the door, I let my eyes drink in this bikini-bottom-clad body as she almost floated toward the house. She really did look sexy as fuck!

* * *

I was tapping my foot impatiently at the bottom of the stairs. I had ordered a stretch limo, and it was about to arrive any moment now. I was wearing my tuxedo and looking forward to spending the evening with the girls.

As I checked my watch for the fourth time in five seconds, I heard footsteps above me and looked up. My eyes widened as the girls came down the stairs. They’d done their hair and makeup and simply looked gorgeous! It was obvious Carmen gave them good advice on the fresh look, and they’d done quite nicely helping each other with their hair.

“Oh, wow!” I said, amazed, lighting up their faces as they saw me looking.

“This is weird…” Sandra said insecurely as she walked up next to me.

I stepped back to admire them properly. Now that their hair and makeup were done, they looked like young adults.

“Turn around,” I instructed.

Both girls playfully spun around to show me their complete outfits. I immediately noticed that Sandra’s red dress now lacked the panty line it had earlier. I assumed the thong did its job. And apparently, Sandra had helped Sarah with her low-cut dress at the back because only skin was showing now! The fabric probably ended barely above her crack, but nothing was showing, and it was still a very classy dress.

As I nodded approvingly at them, my phone buzzed. After I checked the message, I smiled and put it back in my pocket. I grabbed my wallet and said, “Our ride is here,” opening the door to the hallway for them.

“Our ride?” Sarah asked as she walked past me.

“You ordered an Uber?” Sandra asked quizzically behind her.

Sarah was the first to get outside, and she excitedly shouted, “A LIMO!”

I had ordered a white, stretched Hummer for this evening. I knew someone who was the go-to guy for all the celebrities around here. He wasn’t cheap but almost always available, high-quality, and discrete. That last bit wasn’t that important to me, but before you knew it, word would spread that I was into young girls, and my social life would be demolished. So, a little discretion wouldn’t hurt.

“This is awesome!” Sandra said as we sat down.

“Freakin’ amazing!” Sarah added, “Why did you do this?”

“Well… I like to travel in style. And this way, I can drink some alcohol and, best of all, enjoy your company even better.”

“So cool…” Sandra said absentmindedly as she fiddled with the sound system.

Before I knew it, loud music was coming out of the speakers, and disco lights were flashing around us. I smiled as I grabbed the bottle of champagne. Good, it was a bottle of Mumm. A sweet-ish Champagne the girls would probably like, too. I checked that the driver couldn’t see us, grabbed three glasses and let the cork pop out of the bottle, collective cheers coming my way.

“Cheers!”

When we arrived at the restaurant, there was a short line of waiting people. But since I made reservations and knew the owner, I didn’t worry about that. I helped the girls get out of the limo, and we walked toward the entrance, where we were warmly greeted by the maître d. We heard some excited chatter from the people waiting when we were escorted into the restaurant.

Dinner was fantastic. I helped the girls with their orders, and the food was excellent, as usual. They couldn’t stop talking about the celebrities we spotted in the restaurant. It turns out there was a meeting in town this afternoon where a new series was pitched. Apparently, it attracted a few A-list actors and their managers, and it seemed like almost all of them ended up at Claudio’s for dinner.

I had a weak spot for good champagne, and Claudio’s served one of the best I knew. So, during dinner, I had my fair share of it, and the girls drank a couple of virgin cocktails. As we left the restaurant and were waiting for the limo to come back around, someone I knew but couldn’t quite place stood next to me and said hello. It turned out to be Andrea Arru, the lead actor of that show we watched last night. I was hardly ever impressed by anyone, and starstruck wasn’t in my vocabulary, but the girls acted all silly and giggly as he said hello to them, too.

We got comfortable in the limo, with the girls on the right bench and me sitting across. I opened another bottle of champagne and poured three glasses again. We touched glasses and toasted to a wonderful evening.

I wasn’t drunk by any means, but the alcohol started to have an effect on me. I noticed Sandra’s hard nipples trying to poke through the red, silky fabric, and Sarah’s long, shapely legs just didn’t seem to end. But the aversion I felt earlier and thinking of them in a certain way wasn’t anywhere to be found now. I was simply admiring their bodies.

Sarah saw me looking and asked, “What is it?”

“I’m just admiring two beautiful women,” I said, smiling warmly.

“You’re silly,” Sandra said, taking her shoes off and laying them down on the bench next to her.

Sarah followed suit, and now their shapely legs looked even longer. I wasn’t a foot guy. Not even by a long shot, but seeing their bare feet under these fancy dresses made them look even hotter and more mature.

I whipped out my phone and fired up the camera app. Pointing it at them, they flashed broad smiles and looped their arms around each other’s waists. I managed to capture two quick shots before a sudden jolt from a pothole sent my phone tumbling from my grasp.

“Ah, shit!” I muttered, scrambling to locate it.

Despite my efforts, I couldn’t spot it right away. It must have slipped under one of the seats or something. So, I dropped to my knees and began scouring the floor, but I still couldn’t see it.

“Here!” Sarah piped up, extending her phone toward me with the flashlight activated.

Grateful for her assistance, I accepted the phone and aimed the beam downward in search of mine. However, as the light swept downward, it inadvertently illuminated between her slightly spread legs. I knew I had to look. Every man glances between a girl’s legs when he gets the chance. It’s an involuntary reaction that has probably been genetically programmed since the dawn of man.

But when the light briefly illuminated the inside of her skirt, my eyes almost popped out, and I nearly choked. There, at the top of her shapely legs, I saw a small, dark pinkish, glistening little slit. Beside the slit, two small, bald globes of delicious-looking flesh completed the heaven between her legs.

My phone was almost forgotten, but I was still clear enough not to stare at a twelve-year-old girl between her legs. So I lingered for another second before I started looking for my phone again. It didn’t take long, and after I grabbed it, I chanced one more look at the young sex between her legs.

I glanced up, and Sarah gave me a knowing smile. Ever so slightly, her right leg began moving away from me. As I leaned back against the seat and stashed my phone away, Sandra piped up, “You look flushed. What’s wrong?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just feeling a bit warm,” I replied casually.

This brought smiles to both girls’ faces, and Sarah eagerly interjected, “Can we go swimming in the ocean when we get back? I’ve never gone night swimming!”

“Yeah!” Sandra chimed in, adding, “Brenda from school said she did it once with her aunt, and she couldn’t stop talking about it.”

I hesitated, feeling a bit caught off guard. My mind was still filled with the image of young pussy, and I was more than a little excited about the prospect of going swimming in the ocean with the girls. There was something inherently magical and slightly forbidden about swimming in the sea at night. While technically, I could do as I pleased on my private beach, as a child, I had been taught to steer clear of the dangers of the ocean, especially after dark. However, I knew that my personal beach and the waters in front of it were perfectly safe for swimming, even at night. Mostly.

So, as I gazed into two pairs of pleading eyes with a hint of puppy-dog eagerness, I found myself unable to resist. With a smile, I replied, “Sure, it’ll be fun! Just keep away from the sharks.”

“YES!” they hissed in unison. Then, a second later, my words sunk in, and I loved the look on their faces as they wondered if I was serious about the sharks.

I poured myself another glass and topped off the girls’ glasses as we continued to chat about our evening and the wonderful experiences we’d had. I was looking for a way to bring up the lack of underwear but couldn’t find a way to do this without being creepy.

When we arrived back at my place, I assisted the girls in exiting the limo while engaging in a conversation with the driver about the luxurious features of the vehicle. As the girls walked away, their whispers carried in the air, piquing my curiosity. After expressing my gratitude to the driver, I made my way over to the deck where the girls were waiting.

We entered the elevator, and I noticed Sarah and Sandra giggling like schoolgirls, which immediately aroused my suspicion. They were holding their shoes in their hands, and it took me a moment to grasp this whole situation, likely due to the effects of the champagne. Mixed emotions flooded through me, causing my heart to race.

“Um… don’t we need to grab our swimsuits?” I interjected, attempting to decipher their behavior. Their response was another round of giggles and two flushed faces turning towards me. It became apparent that my suspicions were correct, although surprisingly, it didn’t unsettle me as much as I expected. I even looked forward to going skinny dipping with my nieces.

Sandra, displaying boldness and confidence, chimed in between her giggles, “We’re going night swimming. There’s only one way to do that… It’s a dark night, and we’re all alone.”

“But…” I began, although secretly feeling excited as hell to join them.

“We won’t tell,” Sarah added, “and besides…we’ve already seen your penis.”

I winced at that comment but couldn’t think of anything to say to that. I was going to go skinny dipping with two preteen girls, and there was nothing going to stop us from doing so.

As soon as the elevator doors slid open, the girls burst into giggles once more and flung their shoes at the sand. They moved off to the left while I instinctively drifted a bit to the right, giving us all some space. With one eye on them, I took off my jacket and began to unbutton my shirt.

They worked on each other’s zippers, and almost simultaneously, they dropped their dresses. It turned out I was right that both girls were naked under their dresses, and I saw their bodies glow in the moonlight, in stark contrast against the dark background of the sea and sky, almost like watching two angels float in mid-air.

“Come on, Ronald!” Sandra shouted to me over her shoulder as they sprinted toward the surf.

It must’ve been the alcohol because I didn’t feel any hesitation to fully undress and join the two naked preteens in the ocean. So, moments later, I threw my boxers on the pile of clothes and sprinted toward them. My dick was flopping from left to right as I ran, and I noticed both girls had turned to watch me, their eyes glued on my flopping dick.

But my eyes were having a feast of their own. Sarah and Sandra had turned to watch me run and were knee-deep in the water. This gave me all the opportunities to check them out thoroughly, as much as the dim light would let me.

Their nubile bodies looked magnificent., and I immediately noticed both girl’s boobs were roughly the same. Small, cone-shaped breasts with small, boyish nipples. Their bellies were tight, and their hips were showing just a hint of development. But the real prize was between their legs. Both slits were still bald and clearly visible. Above both slits were a couple of strands of silky pubes that indicated the start of their puberty but did nothing to hide the magical place between their legs.

I noticed all this as I was running, and my dick thankfully remained soft as I watched these sexy teens unknowingly show off their perfect little bodies. As soon as I hit the water, I took three more steps and dove in head-first. The sudden serenity enveloping me, along with the cool ocean water, brought a sense of clarity. While I knew I wasn’t drunk, there was enough alcohol in my system to slightly affect my judgment. However, the joy of being with these wonderful kids, engaging in forbidden activities together, was simply irresistible.

After I resurfaced, I looked back at the girls. I saw their feet disappear into the water as they also dove into a wave, following my example. The waves were pushing me off balance every time they hit me, so I waded through the water until the water level was just below my crotch. A naughty voice inside urged me to show my junk to the girls. I knew that at least a part of that voice was the alcohol talking, but hey! They wanted to go skinny dipping and openly checked me out as I ran toward them. So why not play along?

After they resurfaced and looked my way, two sets of eyes were immediately glued to my crotch. I liked the attention, and I absolutely loved looking at their firm, young boobs. Since all their attention was focused on my dick, I had all the opportunity to check them out.

Out here in the sea, I couldn’t help but feel playful. Without much thought, I propelled myself toward the girls, who attempted to escape with surprised yet playful yelps. Being still fairly deep in the water, their movements were slowed enough for me to catch up. With my arms wrapped around their bellies, the three of us tumbled into the water together. As we tried to get to our feet, hands and arms flew everywhere, and I felt a hard nipple poke against my right hand, and I grabbed a firm piece of ass with my left. And they tried everything to grope me, and I felt one hand on top of my dickhead, and another on my balls. We could’ve got to our feet sooner, but the three of us were just too busy groping around.

Coughing and laughing, we surfaced for air, exchanging smiles. The ocean’s gentle current nudged us toward the shore, and amidst the laughter, Sarah playfully remarked, “Night swimming isn’t supposed to be all about roughhousing, you know?”

As we made our way out of the water, I quipped, “I know, but this was my only chance to get back at you!”

“That’s cheating!” Sandra chimed in, siding with her cousin.

“I don’t care. I won, didn’t I?”

They reluctantly conceded that I had indeed won this round. However, they also cautioned me to watch my back from now on. By now, the water was up to our knees, and I turned to face them. They either weren’t told it isn’t polite to stare at a man’s junk or didn’t seem to care they were openly checking me out. But unlike a couple of minutes before when I lunged at them, almost their entire bodies were on display, and I just had to check their young pussies out, too. I was close enough to see every detail now, and besides a small birthmark above Sandra’s slit, they looked exactly the same and equally sexy.

I was about to ask to go back when Sandra asked, “Isn’t your… penis supposed to be stiff?”

“Uhm… not necessarily, why?” I asked hesitantly.

“During biology, our teacher said that penises are usually stiff when they’re near girls. But yours is… not stiff.”

Sarah giggled as Sandra stated the obvious and nodded her head supportively, covering her mouth with her hand. Surprisingly, I only got a tiny stir but could easily steer clear from popping a boner in front of them.

“It only gets hard when I’m excited. You know… sexually excited,” I said, trying to focus on their eyes instead of the rest of their bodies. I didn’t mention the cold water or alcohol.

“Like when watching porn?” Sarah asked.

Sandra’s eyes lit up, and she added, “Yeah! Miss Henderson said men and boys liked porn.”

It seemed to me that their biology teacher was kind of a man-hater. Probably an old spinster who couldn’t find a man willing to fuck her properly. I felt the responsibility to educate these girls thoroughly and be straightforward about it.

I put my hands out and addressed the issue. “Sometimes I watch porn, yes. And then I get hard, yes. But I also get a boner when I’m just thinking about sexy stuff, like getting a blowjob or having real sex. And then there’s the erections I get during the night and morning. That way, my body is making sure I can have a boner when needed to have sex and make children. It’s all biologically programmed that way.”

“Oh wow… that’s not what she said,” Sarah said, a bit shocked.

After a moment of silence, Sandra asked, “A blowjob is where a girl takes a man’s… penis in her mouth, right? And that’s a good thing?”

“Oh yes!” I said, a bit too excited, chubbing up a little but still not even remotely close to an actual boner. “A woman’s mouth around my dick is an amazing feeling!”

“I’ve heard Brandy talk about it in school. She said she liked it,” Sandra said, looking at Sarah with a look I couldn’t quite place.

Sarah smiled mischievously and nodded, “She said she liked the taste of his c… sperm.”

This made me smile inwardly. These girls were obviously interested in everything that had something to do with sex. And I couldn’t blame them. They were going through puberty, and learning about sex was a natural part of that process. But I couldn’t shake the feeling they knew more than they let on.

“I heard that too,” Sandra said.

“You can call it cum,” I said smiling, “and dick and cock and every other word you’ve learned. As long as we keep it between us, I don’t see a problem.”

“Cool!”

“Let’s get dry, okay?” I said, turning around to get to the beach.

“Okay. I’m dripping wet now,” Sandra chuckled.

Oh boy! Did I cross a line here? I tried to ignore it, but I had to swallow down a lump in my throat, and my heart tried beating out of my chest. Was she referring to her pussy or to the ocean water? Why was I even questioning this? It felt ridiculous to doubt something as simple as being wet.

Sarah looked at me, rolled her eyes, and did a facepalm. I chuckled at that, but when both girls started giggling, and their giggles quickly turned into full-blown laughter, I had to laugh with them, and the awkwardness about the wetness was gone.

After I handed them each a towel and started drying my hair, Sarah asked, “It also needs to be stiff to fuck someone, right?”

I tried to be as casual as possible about it and simply nodded. I tried putting on a little show, so as I dried my back, I let my dick flop from left to right, causing them to giggle.

“It can’t go in when it’s soft, you know?”

“And your… cum?” Sarah continued.

“What about it?” I asked quizzically as I grabbed a two-glass bottle of champagne from the fridge and started opening it.

“Do you need to think about it when your balls are making sperm? Or do you have to do something to make it?”

With a pop, the cork flew off, and the champagne started coming out of the bottle. This caused all three of us to laugh at the symbolism of it, although I highly doubted if the girls had the same link as I did.

I’d hung my towel over my shoulders, not feeling any need to cover up. Being the center of attention of two curious preteens was quite an ego-boosting experience. The girls had wrapped the towels around their torsos, but they looked sexy as fuck with their damp hair, nevertheless.

I didn’t have any clean glasses down here, so I took a big swig from the bottle and handed it to the girls. As each of them drank from it, I said, “No. It’s just like… let’s say… producing saliva. It’s just there, and you don’t have to think about it.”

“Cool!” Sandra said.

Sarah smiled as she handed me the bottle. She said, “I feel a bit funny inside. All warm and tingly.”

I finished the bottle and realized I might have overdone it a bit. Feeling a tad guilty, I stashed the bottle away and decided to call it a night. We gathered our clothes, hopped into the elevator, and made our way up and inside. After tidying up, turning off the lights, and securing the doors, I armed the alarm, and we headed upstairs. At the top of the stairs, just before I headed to my room, each of the girls gave me a tight hug. It felt a bit awkward being hugged while being naked, but they didn’t seem to mind.

“Night, Ronald,” Sandra said. “Thanks for being so honest with us!”

“Yeah! Now you’re definitely our favorite uncle!” Sarah chimed in.

Their words made me blush, and I mumbled, “Thanks! Uh… thanks. Good night!”

“Night!” they chirped in unison before disappearing into their room.

Fucking hell! It was a miracle I didn’t bone up during our swim. But I had to do something about it, or I’d do something I might regret. But first, I needed a shower to wash off the seawater. I figured I’d jack off in bed later.

I threw my towel in the corner and turned on the shower. As I stepped in and let the warm water caress my body, I felt the tension wash away. Images of the two naked preteen girls filled my head as I started rinsing the seawater from my hair. I was picturing the two almost bald pussies and felt my dick stir when I thought I heard something.

I quickly cleared the soap from my eyes to check what it was, but before I could see anything, two bodies joined me in my oversized walk-in shower. I looked at two smiling but determined faces and wondered what they were up to.

“Wh… what are you doing? You’ve got your own shower,” I tried.

“Yeah… but we decided we wanted to see your dick hard. So…”

And with that, both girls squatted in front of me, eying my dick. I was too flabbergasted to say or do anything, and before I could even react, a hand wrapped around my shaft. The feeling of this small hand was terrific, but I knew I should stop these girls! I was supposed to be the responsible adult here. But just the idea of these young, curious, and sexy-as-hell girls was just too overwhelming.

“You… you can’t…” I halfheartedly stammered.

Then I heard Sarah whisper, “Do it.”

My eyes widened as I saw Sandra open her mouth. The moment her lips wrapped themselves around my dickhead, I let out an involuntary moan. Sarah was inches away with her face, and I felt her breath on my balls and shaft.

My dick was filling itself rapidly with my blood, and within a couple of heartbeats, I was stiff as a board. Sandra bobbed her head up and down over my shaft as I grew to full mast, and Sarah was watching intensely at the action in front of her.

With a pop, Sandra released my dick from her mouth, and both girls looked in awe at my exposed and throbbing member.

“Mom was right! It IS big!” Sandra said, impressed.

“Yeah…” Sarah added but pushed Sandra’s hand away and said, “My turn!”

Before I knew it, another young mouth engulfed my hard cock. I knew I should stop them. I knew this perfectly well! But since they were examining my cock like some sort of scientific object, that evil voice in my head told me that I was actually doing them a favor. And this idea stuck! In the back of my mind, I knew this was complete bullshit, but it did give me the much-needed peace of mind to approach it like this and let them do their thing.

“Oohhh…” I moaned as Sarah started using her tongue.

I looked down at the action between my legs, and two pairs of curious and exciting-looking eyes were looking up at me to see what was happening. Sandra immediately started smiling a knowing smile and moved her face closer to lick my balls. After a couple of moments like this, Sandra said, “I wanna do it again.”

Sarah nodded but didn’t pull off. Instead, she moved her mouth so it was sideways on my dick. Sandra immediately caught on and moved a bit, so she covered the other side. This was just too hot. Both girls were working my cock, their lips and tongues touching each other as they did. After feeling a small hand cup my balls, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“I wanna see it shoot its cum,” I heard Sarah whisper, barely loud enough to get over the noise of the cascading water.

“I’m… Oohh…. gonna cum… aahhh… soon,” I panted, “look… hmmm… out!”

I kept my eyes locked on the two inquisitive faces that were looking at my cock as if it was a rocket ship that was about to launch. These two young girls were giving me a clumsy and inexperienced blowjob, but their enthusiasm, combined with the fact that they were my twelve-year-old nieces, made it hotter than hell. Because of that, the cum inside my balls was already boiling and about to come out.

Sarah clearly didn’t know what to expect because her face was closest to my dickhead, and I felt my balls pull up. But being blown and fondled by these two beautiful girls got me close to the edge so quickly that I couldn’t warn her anymore. I grunted loudly as my orgasm washed over me. Through my blurry vision, I saw the first spurt land on Sarah’s face, followed by a surprised yelp and an approving “Oh, yes!”

During the next couple of shots, both hands kept fondling my spurting cock, and I was experiencing one of my best orgasms ever. Not because they were so skilled or because of some orgasm-amplifying drug I took. It was purely the forbidden nature and the ego-boosting admiration they expressed for my dick.

As my orgasm died down and only a small dribble was left, I felt two pairs of lips and two tongues eagerly lapping and sucking away on my dick and dickhead. I’d expected them to be grossed out by my sperm, but the opposite seemed true. But the sensations were just too much for me, so I mumbled, “Take it easy, girls,” and tried pulling my hips back, only to realize my ass was pressed against the shower tiles.

Thankfully, they caught on and pulled back. As I tried to regain my breath, the girls got to their feet, and I heard Sandra giggle coyly. I looked at Sarah and had to suppress a giggle myself. Her face had several globs of my cum on it, slowly sliding down her face.

I assumed she would be appalled by this, but instead of a disgusted face, she smiled hornily at her cousin. I glanced at Sandra, and my eyes widened as she leaned in and started licking my cum from Sarah’s face. A moment later, they started Frenching pretty hardcore, and I saw their tongues wrestling as they moaned into each other’s mouths.

Their hands roamed over their bodies, and it suddenly dawned on me that this wasn’t the first time they had done this. After they stopped kissing, they looked at me, hands on each other’s hips, and Sarah said, “Thanks for showing us!”

“Yeah,” Sandra added, “Now we know we like the taste of your cum…”

“I… I uhm…” I stammered, “You… you know you can’t…”

“Don’t worry,” Sarah interrupted, “this is our little secret.”

“We’re not stupid,” Sandra snickered.

I sighed a sigh of relief, and for lack of anything else to say, I simply nodded. I was just so amazed by everything that happened in the last ten minutes that I wasn’t able to speak a single coherent sentence. They turned their backs to me, showing off their magnificent backsides. They grabbed towels, wrapped them around themselves, and casually walked out, leaving me completely stunned.

“What the fuck…” I mumbled as my dick finally started to go soft.

I still couldn’t believe what had just happened. But if I was honest with myself, it was the sexiest thing I ever experienced. Yeah… too young, and they were family, but maybe this was precisely what made it feel so fucking awesome.

After I finished my shower and dried myself, I hesitated a moment. Should I sneak over to the girl’s room to see what they were up to, or just go to bed and see what the morning would bring? I opted for my bed. Getting my dick sucked by them was beyond hot, and I wouldn’t mind seconds. But I also knew the alcohol was still messing with my head, so it was probably best to just walk away.

I tossed my towel next to the bed and climbed in. As the thin sheet settled over me and I rested my head on the pillow, curiosity got the better of me. Despite promising myself not to use the surveillance system, I couldn’t resist any longer. I needed to know how the girls were doing and what they were talking about.

The system was fully autonomous and managed by one of my AI bots. It handled everything from checking for intruders to listening for distress signals. But I had built in some fail-safes and a manual override option.

Spying on them felt wrong, but my fingers moved on their own as I punched in the passwords and PIN numbers on my tablet. A few more clicks and the camera feeds from the girls’ room popped up.

“Fuck!” I mumbled, and my free hand gripped my rapidly growing dick.

On one of the beds, Sandra was lying naked on her back with her spread legs facing one of the cameras. On top of her lay an equally naked Sarah with her face licking all around her cousin’s cunt. Judging by their moaning and squirming, this steaming hot sixty-nine was reaching its peak.

I pinched my screen and zoomed in on Sandra’s pussy where Sarah’s tongue was lapping away. Her pussy lips were swollen, and everything was glistening with a mixture of cunt juices and saliva. Sarah’s tongue was obviously no stranger down there because she was expertly licking all the good places.

I realized I had started stroking my rock-hard boner as I watched this spectacle in front of me. And despite the blowjob the girls had given me minutes ago, my balls were already boiling again.

Their moans increased in both pitch and volume, and it didn’t take a genius to know what was about to happen next. But Sarah still managed to surprise me when she moved her hand closer and slid two fingers completely into her cousin’s pussy, without any hesitation, friction, or pauses. A couple of heartbeats later, Sandra’s legs straightened, and the deep groan, combined with her shaking body, were the clear indications she was coming.

But a second later, Sarah threw her head back. The look on her face was one of pure lust and ecstasy as she also came. She couldn’t possibly know it was there and it was hidden from view perfectly, but somehow, she managed to look straight into the camera as she came.

It was as if she was looking directly at me while she came, and it was enough for me to pop off again. Big globs of my cum landed all over my belly and tablet as my balls unloaded themselves with a force I never knew I was capable of. The first spurt even managed to hit me on my chin.

The girls lay still on top of each other while they regained their breaths. Every now and then, Sarah licked over Sandra’s pussy, and according to her giggling, this was also happening the other way around. But after a minute or so, Sarah lifted her body and lay down next to her cousin.

Both had satisfied looks on their faces and were getting comfortable under the thin sheet of their bed. Sandra looked at Sarah and asked, “Do you still think we can persuade Uncle Ronald to fuck us?”

Sarah smiled a broad smile and said, “Yeah… I do. Especially after what we did in the shower.”

“I was afraid he’d get mad and send us away, but you were right!”

“Mom always says that men think with their dick. Guess she’s right…” Sarah snickered.

Sandra giggled at that, and after a few moments, she said, “Maybe… but his dick looks amazing!”

“Yeah… It does. I didn’t expect it to be this big, though.”

“I don’t care. I want to know what it’s like to feel it inside me,” Sandra said, trying to sound all tough and determined.

“Then we’ll have to make sure to let him know what we want.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’ll stop being careful, shy, and subtle,” Sarah planned. “We’ve seen each other naked now, and he let us suck his cock. So, he’s either interested and he’ll help us out, or we can threaten him to tell someone. But I’m guessing it’ll be the first.”

Sandra looked offended and said, “I don’t wanna tell anyone! He’ll get into a lot of trouble if we do. He’s too nice, you know?”

“I know. And we won’t tell a soul, but he doesn’t have to know that, does he?”

“You’re such a wicked bitch sometimes, you know that?”

Sarah nodded and said, “But a bitch who sure knows how to lick your pussy!”

As they both started giggling and settled in for the night, I took that as my signal to switch off the tablet and tidy up the mess I’d created. After dropping my towel and pulling up the sheet, my head was spinning. What exactly was happening here? I was being seduced by two preteen girls who wanted me to fuck them. I knew I should be repulsed by this, but deep down, I had to admit that I felt proud and excited about this. Proud because they chose me to take their cherries, and excited because of their young age and the forbidden nature of it all.

I attempted to wrap my head around the situation, but no matter how much I pondered it, I couldn’t determine what course of action to take or how to interact with them at this point. Eventually, the alcohol began to take its toll, and I closed my eyes, resigning myself to see what tomorrow would bring.

End of part three

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