Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

We woke up before anyone came home, thank God. I can only imagine the reaction if someone saw us. Mostly naked, covered in boy and girl cum, splayed out practically on top of each other. We looked like we’d had an orgy and, honestly, we kind of had.

All of us slowly dressed, then limped down to the kitchen. Whatever was left of our awkwardness had been wiped away by three, hardcore, stroke sessions.

“You want to come by again tomorrow?” Lindsay asked as Kara gathered her things.

“I’m heading back to school, sadly,” Kara said, “I’ll be back for Christmas, though.”

“Cool,” Lucy said. Her casual acknowledgement that we would be continuing through the winter holidays was almost as arousing as what we’d all done together. A promise of our future promiscuity

The best friends hugged goodbye. then Lindsay and Kara shared an awkward little wave.

“This was fun,” Kara said, “I might have to start up something similar back at school.”

“Not at home?” Lindsay asked, teasing.

“Yeah, maybe that too.” She was so quiet, I couldn’t be sure she actually said it.

Then Kara shut the door behind her. As it clicked closed, I realized that she’d never said goodbye to me. For a moment, I felt sad. Kara was my crush girl and after everything that had happened…

I looked over at my two sisters. They were smiling at me, desirous. Maybe I was better off without Kara, after all.

*

The next day was Saturday. Jan was out doing Jan-things on a weekend trip with friends, but my parents were both home all day, making it hard for us to get away with anything. It was probably for the best; I think we all needed a day to recover after Thanksgiving’s debauchery.

But there was a further finality to everything. Kara, our newest and most surprising co-conspirator, was already gone. Our own break was almost over. And while I was convinced that Lucy, Kara and I would continue on, I knew that things were going to change. So, I went into Sunday pretty confident that any sibling sexy-time was going to be on pause for a while.

Repeat it with me now: I was wrong.

Sunday morning, I should have seen the signs. First thing, before the rest of the family woke up, Lindsay caught me making breakfast. She touched my chest, then let her hand slink down lower. Her fingers dandled near my groin.

Despite everything we’d already done, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Yes, in the heat of everything on Friday, my little sister had stroked me off. But in the cold morning light, right in the middle of the kitchen, it still felt weird. And dangerous.

“We need to do stuff again,” she said, grinning at me broadly, “Soon.”

I knew better than to argue it with her at this point. So instead of protesting, I tried to play it off with a joke.

“You want to give our chakras a little recharge?” I asked.

Lindsay’s hand slid lower. “Actually, I was hoping we could align them,” she whispered in my ear. She grabbed my cock through my pants. I was hard as hell, of course I was, and she gave me a steady squeeze.

I didn’t need a yogi to tell me what my little sister was implying. Hell, Yogi Bear could have solved that riddle. The hornier part of my mind (aka the majority) leapt for joy. But the smaller, smarter part, held back. I’d been there once before, with Lucy, and that had gone about as badly as possible.

I jumped away, separating myself from my little sister.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said.

“You always say that,” Lindsay said, pouting, “But then I always prove you wrong.”

“No, it’s not like that,” I said, “Lucy and I, we…” I froze. Was I revealing a confidence to my sister? Something I wasn’t supposed to share?

“What happened with you two?” Lindsay asked, “It seems like you both are into things, even more than me. But you keep yourselves controlled.”

“We made a mistake,” I said, “I don’t think I should say anything more.”

“It’ll be different,” Lindsay said, “I don’t get jealous. And I don’t care about physical stuff. It’s just our bodies. It’s natural.”

“Are you on birth control?” I asked. I know, I said the think-y part out loud. But at that point, I knew I needed to act the older brother.

Lindsay tilted her head at me, confused. “You know I’m not,” she said, “We had to stop all the prescriptions. But I trust you. I know we’ll be safe.”

I gave her a dubious look.

“Seriously? What happened?” Lindsay asked. Her usually sunny disposure had gone grey.

“Nothing,” I said, “Ask Lucy.”

“I’m asking you,” Lindsay said. She pressed against me, and not in the fun way.

“Oh! I hope that’s fresh coffee I smell!” Mom called down from the stairs. A moment later, she flounced into the kitchen.

“Pot’s ready now,” I said.

“I knew we had you kids for a reason,” Mom said. She reached for a mug and filled it.

When I looked over to find Lindsay again, I saw she’d already left the room.

*

I spent the rest of the morning out doing chores. OK, fine, I spent it hiding from my sister. Still, it was the thought that counted.

When I came back home, it seemed that the house had emptied. Thinking I was safe, I plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. Not a second later, my other masturbating sister was sitting right next to me.

Lucy gave me a quick, pained grimace as she plopped down on the couch. She was in her now-usual-for-the season sweater and jeans — a black top this time that looked good with her golden hair.

“Lindsay talked to me,” she said.

“Oh,” I said.

“She seems to think something happened between you and me,” Lucy said.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“We’re fine,” I said. I gave her an almost believable smile. “More than fine.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have included her,” Lucy said, “At the time, it seemed like a good idea.”

“A lot of bad ideas seem smart when we’re in the middle of that kind of stuff,” I said.

“Yes,” Lucy said, she chewed at her lower lip. “I never blamed you. For what happened.”

“You could have,” I said, “Probably should have.”

“No, that’s not right,” Lucy said, “What we did, we did it together. I’m not sad that it happened, either. I mean, not the end part. That was…”

“A mistake,” I interrupted.

“Hell yeah,” Lucy said, “Big-o mistake-o.”

“Humung-o.”

“But the rest of it,” Lucy said, “The only thing I regret is that we did something that made it stop. Lindsay’s crazy but she’s right about one thing: there’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing. It’s fine. It’s fun.”

“Unless we get caught,” I said.

“We won’t,” Lucy said, “We’ll be careful.”

I think I wanted to believe her so much, I let her convince me. It was becoming a bad habit on my part.