MY THREE SISTERS - AND MOM

I grew up in a family of all girls, and later.....all women. My father died in an accident a little over a year after my twin sister and I were born. Fraternal twins, Jackie and I had many of the same facial characteristics, I looked more like my father including his almost coal black hair, whereas Jackie had my mothers almost reddish honey blonde coloration. Our mother had been forced to return to work full-time which necessitated our older sister Becky becoming almost a second mother to us growing up. Five years older than we were, a great deal of responsibility was thrown on her, which as she grew older and more mature, became more and more necessary in order to alleviate some of the hardships that my mother was facing. Luckily, she eventually had help from Dawn who was only two years younger than Becky. Needless to say, over the course of the years we all grew extremely close while growing up.

Early on my mother tried to make me feel important by telling me that with my father gone, I was now the "man of the house". The problem was, that usually meant I was relegated to taking out the garbage, keeping the leaves raked and the lawn mowed. And worse, usually a lot of good-natured teasing from my sisters, including my twin sister Jackie as far as my early-on manhood went.

As I grew older and began to take on a more and more masculine appearance, and less and less of the little boy, that same teasing I'd been receiving all those years became more and more competitive and sometimes actually resulted in some fairly serious rough-housing and wrestling with all of them. Particularly with Dawn who though only a couple of years older than I was, seemed for some reason to constantly want to remind me that she was still older than I, but that she could still boss me around which sometimes meant doing so physically as well. Becky would often break up the more serious fights, but a time or two it ended with she and I wrestling around just as seriously as Dawn and I had been doing.

About the time I began to hit puberty, and had begun taking a curious interest in girls, my mother had drawn aside all my sisters and had what I called a secret conversation with them regarding me. Something that both pissed me off, as well as made me curious as to what she told them. They would often whisper things about it back and forth to one another, but I did notice that suddenly we weren't wrestling nearly as much as we had been.

I'd certainly watched all my sisters develop of course. And though Becky was the oldest and seemingly had breasts for as long as I can remember, I don't particularly remember taking any major notice of them, as like mom's, they just seemed to have always been there, though I know they did grow of course, but not so noticeably that it was of any real interest to me then. And, the fact that I had not as yet reached puberty at that point I am sure contributed to my lack of attention towards my older sister's development.

Such was not the case with either Dawn or Jackie however. When Dawn finally began to develop, she did so very quickly and at a rather alarming rate. My mother was large breasted, and as it turned out, so would Dawn become, as her boobs seemed to change in size almost week to week as I remember. Even Jackie's tits grew early, but she took more after Becky in size, but between seeing Dawn's growing, and then hers simultaneously, I realized they were quickly becoming women.

I'd seen my younger sisters on numerous occasions of course, but early on there wasn't much that attracted my attention. I'd walked in on Becky, once. But the glimpse of her pointy breasts had been too quick, as she had hurriedly covered herself, and quickly ushered me out of her bedroom. I'd seen mother a time or two in the bath, and had even questioned her about the dark thick patch of hair between her legs. And though it didn't instigate any 'birds and bee's' discussion, she did inform me that it was a sign of her being a woman, and that eventually even I would grow hair there as a sign that I was becoming a man. And up until the point where I actually began thinking about women in a different light, I really hadn't been all that interested or curious in what my sister's looked like without their clothes on.

Two weeks before Becky moved out to attend College in another part of the State, I was busily enjoying my favorite past time and too involved to hear my bedroom door open late at night when it did.

"Jake? Jake? You asleep?" Becky had asked too quietly when she came into my bedroom. Only then did I realize she was even there, but the damage was already done as she quite easily saw what it was I was doing.

"Oh. I'm sorry!" Becky quickly closed the door and went back out into the hallway and seconds later I heard her head down back towards her own bedroom. Too embarrassed to say or do anything, I was expecting some major teasing about it in the morning, but it never happened. And Becky never said another word about it, and I quickly forgot the whole episode.

My sisters leaving for college was a major turning point in our lives, as we never again lived together as an entire family. All too soon, Dawn Married the summer after her high school graduation and moved a short distance away. And though we still saw her and her husband every other weekend or so, the closeness I had once shared with my sisters seemed to be slowly evaporating away.

It was obvious that mom was feeling the changes too. Though she had dated off and on over the years, she'd never met anyone she wanted to marry. Now, with all of her kids slowly growing up and moving away, she had become more and more depressed, and I would often hear her crying sometimes at night in her bedroom. When I got word that I'd been accepted at the same college my sister Becky had recently graduated from, I was even more worried about leaving mom alone. Jackie had already indicated she was going to continue to live at home with mom, but the job she had taken had her working late most nights, so she spent very little time at home with mother anyway.

I had mixed emotions of course. On the one hand, I was excited as hell to see my sister again. She'd landed a great job with an advertising firm, and had gotten a fairly expensive three-bedroom apartment fairly close to the college. She'd offered it up to me to help out with expenses while I went to school, and had even gotten me a part-time job working at her office. Though we'd seen one another off and on over the years, we'd never really spent much time visiting even then, so I was really looking forward to spending some time with her.

The night before I was to drive up state and move in with my sister, I had gone to bed early after an exhausting day. Jackie was at work, and though it was my last night at home, I was bone tired and had gone to bed fairly early. I had spent most of the evening with mother, enjoying several glasses of wine with her, but it had made me sleepy. I knew mom would in all likelihood finish off the rest of the wine, and I wasn't particularly in the mood to have to deal with her depression under the circumstances.

I'm not sure exactly when it was, but I woke up with the urge to pee and headed down the hallway towards the bathroom. After that, I decided I was hungry and wanted to stop by the kitchen to see if there was something I could snack on before going back to bed. I passed by mom's bedroom and thought I could hear her moaning in her sleep. Once again afraid she was crying, especially with my leaving and all, I couldn't just leave it at that and decided to go in and talk to her and try and reassure her that everything would be ok. I opened her bedroom door fully expecting to see her lying in her bed weeping, and got the biggest surprise of my life. For a moment I was stunned into total immovability. My mother was entirely nude, lying on her back with one hand caressing her breast, and the other deeply embedded inside her pussy. The moans I had heard coming from her bedroom where obviously from her self-pleasuring and not from any depression from my leaving. At exactly the same instant, we seemed to take notice of one another, but all I did was turn and run from her bedroom without even closing the door when I did. I ran as fast as I could up the stairs to my own room and collapsed into bed with my head feeling like it was about to explode. All I could see was my own mother fingering her self and the way she was pulling on her nipples and caressing her breast. Never before in my entire life had I actually thought of her in a sexual way before this, nor imagined even for an instant that she might actually have some sort of normal sexual desires.

I suddenly found myself aroused and sporting an incredible erection. The thought of being aroused at seeing my mother bothered me. On the one hand, she was my mother. On the other, she was still a very attractive looking woman at her age, with large shapely breasts and very erotic dark colored nipples capping each one. Added to that the decadent display of her legs widely spread with her hand busily working her cunt had indelibly burned that image in my mind forever.

I had been absentmindedly fondling my own dick when my bedroom door opened. Obviously none of us were in the habit of knocking on doors, which had caused this particular problem in the first place. And now, here I was in almost the same situation, dick in hand when my mother walked in unannounced.

Once again the strange almost Déjà vu repeat of standing there staring at one another took place, only this time in reverse. But unlike what I had done by running from her room to mine, mother came in, closing the door behind her and stood there looking at me.

There wasn't any point in trying to deny what it was I was doing, or the fact that I was obviously aroused by what I had seen. What I wasn't sure of...was what was going to happen next. I'd never seen that particular look on my mother's face before. Frankly it was hard to describe with any real certainty. Lusty would be one word perhaps, but almost crazed would be another. And it was obvious that she was struggling emotionally with things herself on top of all that.

"I was going to come in here and apologize to you for what you saw me doing," she began. "But obviously, there's really no point in doing that since I see that you're doing the same thing yourself."

I was still somewhat stunned by this strange turn of events, and though I had removed my hand from my penis, it still stood erect and even throbbing a little which I immediately realized my mother was now staring directly at.

"I always wondered if you'd be as big as your father was," she said curiously, catching me off guard. "And I'd have to say, you're easily that, if not even bigger!"

Mom crossed my room and came over to sit down on the bed next to me. She still hadn't taken her eyes away from my stiff prick while she continued discussing it as though it was the most natural thing in the world to be doing at that moment. But at this point, I was hardly noticing that as I now took a closer look at her myself. Mother had thrown on a loose fitting robe in an obvious hurry to come to my room. As she sat down on my bed, the robe parted and clearly revealed one of those firm full breasts. She didn't even bother trying to cover herself, though I'm not sure she was even aware that one of her tits was even sticking out of the robe in the first place.

Before I could say or do anything one way or the other, mother reached out with her hand and suddenly wrapped it around my hard stiff cock. She appeared almost as if she were in a hypnotic state. It was eerie to say the least, if not downright weird. So much so that I was now afraid to say or do anything, and simply allowed her to continue fondling me, figuring that what she was doing to my cock as she played with it would suddenly dawn on her, and she'd come out of whatever trance she was in and release me. The problem was, it felt good.

"Mother?" I said, whispering so softly that I wondered if she'd even heard me the first time. So I said it again.

"Mother?"

"Shhhhh!" She responded almost as quietly as I'd addressed her. The way she'd done that reminded me of how when I was a little boy she'd "shhhhh" me whenever I had been crying and would attempt to comfort me and calm me down, just as she was doing now. Except now, I wasn't that little boy she used to wash in the bathtub and say, "We need to wash your dinky now too," and what she was holding, and playing with wasn't anywhere's near being a "dinky" at the moment either.

The fact that I was enjoying her hand stroking and playing with me sent all sorts of wildly delicious thoughts racing through my mind, all of which I was struggling with at the same time as I knew this was wrong, horribly wrong, and yet I didn't want her to stop doing it. In fact, I wanted more, a lot more!

All through high school, though I had dated, I had only touched another girls breasts once, and that was in the dark in the cramped back-seat of a car where the experience though exciting had been less than what I had imagined it might be as I'd never even got a good look at her tits let alone anything else. And though we had 'dry-humped' one another like crazy a time or two after that, we'd never so much as truly felt one another up except on the outside of our clothing, so even the touch of my own mother's hand was a first for me in many respects.

Added to that of course, was her firm full breast so clearly revealed to me, and so easily within reach that I actually did so, without consciously thinking about it, half expecting my touch to wake my mother from this revelry she was experiencing, and ending this sordid little depravity that we'd both found ourselves succumbing to. Instead, she groaned at the touch of my hand upon her soft flesh, and leaned over in the next instant to fully engulf my engorged member with her mouth.

"Oh...fuck!" I exclaimed through clenched teeth. I'd never before in my entire life said "fuck" in front of my mother before, not even in anger. And saying it now seemed not only appropriate, but almost beautiful as the sensations of her lips as she sucked me, and the teasingly incredible feel of her tongue as she licked and tickled the super-sensitive head of my cock sent me skyrocketing into oblivion.

I continued to massage her breast, tweaking her erect nipples and eliciting soft mewling sounds from her as I did. Her passion rose, as did mine of course, so when she finally quit licking and sucking me and stood up removing the robe she was wearing entirely, I said nothing, no longer caring that what we were doing, and more than likely about to do was wrong, but wanting it to happen all the same.

Mom straddled me, reaching down between her legs to touch herself momentarily, withdrawing her finger and offering it to me to taste. I took it in much the same way she once used to give me the spoon she had used when making chocolate pudding and cleaned the essence of her juices from her finger in the same manner that I had done with that spoon.

The next words out of my mouth caught me by surprise, as I hadn't really thought about it until that very moment, or the impact of what if anything they might mean to her when I said them. "I'm still a virgin," I just managed to say. And then the hot silky feel of her cunt slithering down my prick made that little tid-bit of information no longer important.

As silly as this sounds, I was so nervous and so bewildered in a way by all that was happening that I was more in danger of losing my erection than in experiencing a pre-mature ejaculation. Mother knew what was happening of course, and took things slowly guiding me along and giving me words of encouragement until the pure sweetness of her pussy took over and coaxed my prick back into such a turgid state that I swore it had expanded larger than it had ever been before.

"Fuck me Jake. Fuck me hard!" She begged, and in the next instant I was slamming into her as hard as I could, gripping her ass in my hands and pounding my prick into her with stabbing thrusts from beneath, while she in turn slammed into me from above, fucking me with equal frenzy and an urgency that had obviously gone unsatisfied and unfulfilled for years.

In a way, she was no longer my mother. Not the one I knew anyway. This was a hot, aroused, sensual woman with no inhibitions, who wanted pleasure, and who knew how to go about achieving it. The feel of her body pressing against me was exquisite, the way her breasts molded into my hands as I squeezed and caressed them went beyond sensuality, certainly well beyond anything my mother would do, or be capable of. No...this was a woman of fantasy, of dreams that were never made real. And yet, this one was!

"Let me know when you're ready," she said. "I want your seed, but not in my cunt, in my mouth!"

Seconds later we placed ourselves in a mutual '69' position. And though I had NEVER licked a woman's pussy before, I had thought what it must be like hundred's of times. I had in fact once overheard a conversation amongst Becky and Dawn as she told her how much she enjoyed having her pussy licked, and so for me, it had become a major fantasy, but until this very moment, an unfulfilled one.

I might have been inexperienced, but what I lacked in that, I more than made up for in my enthusiasm. That, and listening very carefully to the pleasures of my touch as to what mother enjoyed feeling, and how she seemed to respond to certain things I did to her pussy over others. Flicking her clit with my tongue with quick, soft little butterfly licks seemed to be one of her favorites. So I continued to do that a lot, though I would alternate between licking her, and gently capturing her small tiny nub with my lips and then softly sucking it.

"Oh Jake! It's been a long time since I've cum this way, a VERY long time!" she literally purred.

Just hearing her say this made me want to redouble my efforts. I was intoxicated by the taste of her pussy anyway, all thoughts of my own orgasm so remote at this point that I could have cared less if I came or not. Right now, hearing the moans and groans of my mother's pleasure as I continued to lick and tickle her cunt with my tongue, meant more to me than anything I could have imagined or previously fantasized about.

"Oh fuck Jake! Now, please now! Make me come honey, make mommy cum!"

Reaching up I found one of her breasts and began to pinch her nipple the way I had initially seen her doing to herself when I first barged into her bedroom. Coupled with that sensation, and the way I was now sucking her clitoris as though nursing at her tit was enough to send her over the edge. Mom exploded with a wetness I had not anticipated, nor was totally prepared for. I was aware that women became 'wet', the natural lubrication that made fucking possible as I had learned through various means. But I hadn't known, nor was aware that a few women actually gushed the way she did. I nearly drowned in that first initial splurge of her female cum cream, but as the shock of what she was doing passed, I began drinking from her pussy like a man possessed, finding that now there wasn't enough of that warm sweet pussy juice to sustain me.

When at last she had grown too sensitive to allow me to continue, mom rolled away from me, forcing me to relinquish my lip-lock on her clitty. Moving down between my legs, she attacked my prick with an equally demanding passion that I knew would in mere moments result in her draining my prick of every ounce of fluid that I possessed.

The sounds of my mother sucking my cock were beyond description. She attacked it like a starved woman, which in a way, she was. But actually hearing the almost guttural noises she made as she 'suck-popped' the head of my prick was having its desired affect on me. In moments, I felt the torrent of my sperm explode from deep within my balls and begin the climatic ascent up the shaft of my cock."Oh shit mother! It's coming, it's coming!"

Regardless of anything she'd said previously, I fully expected her to release my penis before the onslaught of my orgasm overwhelmed her. If anything however, she had attached herself to me like a vacuum and as the first explosion tore through me, I felt her hungrily, greedily sucking down my ball-batter as fast as I was producing it.

Long after I was complete, satiated beyond belief, mother continued to softly suckle and tenderly lick my cock, ensuring there was no trace of my cum juice remaining anywhere. Her touch had gone from a fiery urgency of need to one of soothing, tender comforting that once again reminded me of her affections so long ago whenever I had been hurt or injured. In a way, she was doing this again, though my mind refused to accept the act, and what had happened, and allowed only that nearly forgotten closeness we had once shared.

At some point I fell asleep, and never heard her leave my room. I awoke in the morning, awareness slowly creeping in to remind me of what had happened between us. My thoughts ran a gauntlet of emotions, guilt, embarrassment, shame and even anger, though not at my mother, but at myself. Regardless of how vulnerable she had been, or even needful, I had had no right to take advantage of the situation the way I had. And though it was true that she had instigated the act itself, I knew even as it happened that mom wasn't in the right frame of mind, and had I stopped her, forcibly if necessary, she would have come to her senses and realized we were making a terrible mistake.

I quickly dressed and rushed downstairs to her room. But surprisingly she was already up. And even more startling was the fact that her bed was made and her room was as neat as a pin. I hadn't seen her bedroom looking like this in months if not years. From her room, I pushed through the swinging doors into the kitchen area and found her there. But once again I was not prepared for what I saw there either.

"Good morning honey. Did you sleep well?"

It was a rhetorical question, as she didn't allow me a word in edge-wise, immediately pointing out to me that breakfast was about ready, and that she had been about to call me down so it wouldn't get cold. Like her bedroom, the kitchen was spotless with the exception of a few dishes that were already soaking in hot soapy water. If I didn't know better, I would almost believe that she had never even gone to sleep, and had spent the remainder of the night simply cleaning house as her way to deal with the horrible act the two of us had experienced together.

"Mom?"

"Yes dear."

"Mom, we need to talk, about last night."

She was smiling, and I even heard her chuckle as she sort of responded to my statement.

"Best night I've ever had," she began, which caught me totally unprepared. "Don't remember ever sleeping that soundly before, or waking up as refreshed and alive as I did this morning."

Setting a plate full of steamy hot hash brown potatoes, pancakes with plenty of homemade jam in front of me, I sat staring at the food, not really seeing it, but wondering if in fact mother had somehow managed to blank out the entire episode as her way of dealing with it. Even when I felt the softness of her breast just brush the back of my head as she set the plate down in front of me, which caused me to flinch out of reflex, she appeared to take no notice of the contact and went on with pouring me orange juice as well as a cup of freshly made coffee.

"Now, you'd best eat up. You've got a long drive ahead of you if you want to be there before this evening. And knowing your sister, she'll be worried about you, especially if it gets late."

It was obvious that mom was purposely avoiding any discussion about what had happened, and I decided that perhaps it was best to pretend and do the same thing myself. I had already decided that I would never mention the subject ever again, and that it had been an aberration that would never again be repeated, let alone discussed.

"I've got a few things I want to send along with you that Becky forgot to take. So you finish eating and I'll have them all packed and ready for you before you leave."

With that, mother left the kitchen leaving me alone with my thoughts. Obviously she didn't appear shaken or horribly upset as I half expected to have found her. Instead, she appeared more like her old self, the "mom" I honestly hadn't seen in years for that matter. Suddenly I was ravenously hungry and quickly began to devour the heaping platefuls of food she had left me.

By the time I was finished and had deposited my dirty dishes in the sink to soak, mom had come downstairs carrying a second packed bag that had a few of my sisters things in it.

Realizing that I was actually leaving the house for the first time in my life, to go and actually live someplace different, hit me like a ton of bricks. Once again I felt remorse at leaving, and though she wouldn't be alone, as my twin sister would still be living here with her, I still felt like I was abandoning her in a way, or at the very least, leaving when the uncertainty of our emotions had not as yet been honestly discussed.

"I'll miss you," I managed to say.

Mom grabbed me then, hugging me to her and softly cried against my shoulder. But it wasn't the mournful cry of loss and disappointment that I had heard so many nights coming from her bedroom, but a cry of acceptance and joy that her son was finally making his way in life, which meant finally leaving the nest.

"I'll miss you too Jake. But, it's not like we won't be seeing one another very soon anyway. You're forgetting, Thanksgivings in two weeks, and your sister and I will be driving up to spend it with you and Becky this year. So we'll see each other then, and then I expect you both here for Christmas the following month!"

What she said was true of course. But even so, it suddenly felt different. I knew that I would never again walk through the door with the understanding that I actually lived here. I picked up my suitcases and headed towards the door as mom followed. She met me there of course, and then we embraced in a final hug, and a kiss, which I had fully expected to be a typical 'good-bye-see you soon' kind of a kiss. Instead, mother kissed me in a way she had never done before, long lingering, and in such a way that it left no doubt in my mind that she was remembering our past night together. I simply stood there, kissing her back, unsure of what I should do or say for that matter, and waited for the kiss to end, which it finally did. But even then there was a wicked gleam to her eye that told me she had purposely done that to show me she was right in the head, and that if anything, given the chance, it would happen again.

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I had much to think about on the long drive up to where Becky lived. And as I argued back and forth with myself over it, I finally came to the conclusion that if I could talk to anyone about what had happened, I could talk to Becky. If anyone could help me sort all this out, and do so without judging me, and look at things in a better light as to how she and I could then deal with mom regarding it, she could.

By the time I arrived, it was late due to the weather suddenly turning bad and forcing me to slow down considerably. Becky had already dressed for bed, which for her consisted of a pair of panties and a tank top, her normal sleeping attire. Perhaps it was my being overly sensitive based on everything that had recently happened, but I had a hard time not looking at my sisters breasts which were clearly defined beneath the tight fitting tank top, including nearly every bump and dimple of her semi-erect nipples.

Becky had shown me my room, and after depositing my bags, and handing her the one mother had packed for her, we settled down on the couch together to catch up on things and discuss our new living arrangement. But all this did of course was make the proximity of sitting so close to her under these conditions that much harder for me to ignore, especially with her dressed the way she was.

"What's bothering you little brother?" She asked "Come on, I know you. And I know whenever something's eating at you, so come on...fess up. What is it?"

"Oh Becky. I don't even know how to begin to tell you this, or what you'll think of me after I do. But you're about the only person I know who will at least listen to me first. And then help me decide what I, or maybe what we should do!"

"Wow L.B.," she began seriously, using the affectionate little initials she sometimes used whenever we did have one of our more serious conversations instead of saying "little brother".

Becky sat back, curious of course, but allowing me to find the courage to tell her the sordid details without interrupting me. And so I began, telling her from the beginning of how I used to walk by mother's bedroom hearing her crying and how I had thought she was doing the same thing when I first walked in on her while she was playing with herself.

I had just finished describing to her what I had seen our mother doing when she stopped me momentarily from continuing on.

"That's really nothing you should get so upset about," Becky began. "Everyone masturbates, including our mother. And if I remember correctly, I once walked in on you while you were doing it."

This wasn't going exactly the way I had envisioned it would. I was trying to explain to my sister what had precipitated the actions I was about to relate to her, when suddenly we're discussing masturbation and how everyone does it.

"Even I wasn't shocked or disturbed to see you playing with yourself," she continued, "In fact L.B., after I went back to my room I lay down on my bed and began playing with myself. Sure, you're my brother and all, but the thought of seeing you touching your cock and making yourself feel good had gotten me aroused too. And I couldn't help but want to do the same thing, even if it was my own brothers cock I was seeing inside my head."

Now things had gone from bad to worse. "How in the world was I ever going to tell my sister what had happened between mom and I now?" I thought to myself as Becky continued on.

"Come on Jake, be honest. With the three of us running around the house half naked all the time, didn't you as a young boy become rather curious?"

"Four," I said simply.

"What?"

"Four, the three of you, and mother!"

Becky laughed. "Well, she doesn't count exactly. I mean everyone sees their mother naked at one time or another."

"Not the way I did," I said, still trying to reopen that door I'd tried so hard to open in the first place.

"And I still remember the day you walked in on me too!" Becky said.

That stopped me for a moment, and I tried to recall if there was any other time other than the one time I walked in on her, but she had turned so quickly that all I really saw was the back side of her ass.

"I only walked in on you once. And even then, I didn't see much, you turned around so quickly I didn't even get a good look at your tits."

I felt my face turn red when I realized the way that sounded.

"So! You WERE trying to see me naked then weren't you!" Becky tossed at me teasingly.

"Becky, it really was by accident, I wasn't trying to see you naked on purpose, but when I barged in, there you were!"

"And so? What DID you see me doing exactly?"

"Like I said, nothing really...just standing there." And as I remembered that day, that moment, I did seem to recall that when I had first barged into my sisters room, she had been standing next to her dresser, and she hadn't reached up to cover her breast with her hand, it was already on her breast. And then I remembered something else, which I had completely forgotten about until now. She had a large carrot in her other hand which I assumed she had taken from the kitchen in order to snack on in her room.

"You were using the carrot to masturbate with!" It was more of a sudden realization than an accusation, and I was guessing. But obviously I hit the mark right on the head.

Now it was my sisters turn to turn red in the face.

"See? That's my point Jake. We all masturbated at one time or another, and probably all caught one another doing it too. I even caught Dawn and Jackie doing it, though since Dawn and I shared a room, that wasn't really very difficult as she did it nearly every single night anyway."

Now not only did I have the image of Becky with the carrot, but now I also had this image of my other two sisters lying in bed playing with them selves too. And before I knew it, I was becoming aroused as the sudden stirring of my cock as it began to stiffen testified to.

"So tell me Jake, did you go back to your room and jerk off after walking in on me like that?" She asked curiously.

I admitted to her I had by simply shaking my head yes. The fact that I was becoming hard now while we sat here talking about all this was making me uncomfortable anyway, but it hadn't been the intent when we first began this discussion in the first place. And now, I was obviously aroused and admittedly excited by the curious discussion we'd been having.

"What did you think about while you did it?" She continued to prompt me. "Come on L.B., now's not the time to suddenly turn shy on me!"

Becky was teasing me of course, and I knew she was, trying to lighten up the situation perhaps, and though it was working, I was getting extremely horny too.

"Like I said Becky, I was thinking about your tits, really. And even though I didn't really see them, they were about the closest I ever got to seeing or even touching another girls, and that included high school."

"You mean to say you never saw another woman's boobs? Really?"

Once again I nodded my head yes.

Before I knew what she was doing, Becky reached down and pulled her tank top over her head in one fell swoop. Suddenly I was looking at my older sisters perfectly molded and very mature breasts. Unable to speak, and unable to look away, I heard Becky laugh finally which released me from my self-induced trance.

"Figured you might as well get a good look at them," she stated proudly. "Ever since I moved in here I walk around half naked most of the time anyway, and I'm not ready to give up my new found freedom, even for my brother. So as your liable to see me naked half the time, you might as well start getting used to it now."

I was still staring at my sister's boobs, but at least I found my voice.

"I'm not sure I'll ever get used to seeing you like this," I responded honestly, which again made her laugh.

"It's not seeing me naked I'm really worried about," she continued in a teasing tone. "With us living together, we're bound to walk in and catch one another doing something else sometimes too."

We'd gone full circle here, which reminded me what I had begun trying to tell her about in the first place.

"Becky, I never finished what it was I was trying to tell you about before we got side-tracked here."

"Oh that's right. You were telling me about catching mother playing with herself."

"Not just that, she caught me too!"

Becky sat up, a curiously interested expression on her face. "Caught you? Doing it too? Where? When?"

"A few minutes later, when I went back to MY bedroom!"

I had her full attention now. And even though she remained sitting there topless with those gorgeous tits of hers hanging out, I knew that if I didn't hurry up and finish the story, I might lose my courage in doing so.

Whenever my sister got serious in any discussion we had, she had a tendency to draw her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them hugging them to her while she listened. She was doing the same thing now, with the only difference being, she was almost nude while we sat there talking. Even though she was wearing panties at least, drawing her legs up onto the couch had exposed her crotch to me entirely. I glanced at it...briefly, just able to make out the faint outline of her pussy lips as they pressed against the white cotton fabric. It was hard enough trying to carry on a conversation with her while she was topless, but the added distraction of actually looking at where I knew her pussy to be was a bit more than I could handle. Thankfully I began to focus on her face as she had at least partially covered up her exposed breasts in this position.

I finally told her the entire story, and this time she let me tell her without even once interrupting me. Try as I might, I still couldn't detect what kind of reaction to expect from her. Not that she was stone faced or anything, and the look of surprise I saw in her eyes as I told her everything that had happened certainly was to be expected. But I kept waiting for her to throw her hands up or something and say "enough, enough!" But she never did. Becky continued to sit there allowing me to tell her not only what happened, but what I felt and was having difficulty dealing with as well.

I had nearly finished telling her everything when I once again glanced down towards her crotch. I know I forgot what I was about to say when I realized that a very dark wet spot had appeared in the crotch of her panties. Becky was aroused!

"I can't believe...you fucked mother!" She exclaimed.

Something I expected from her yes. But not exactly the way she had said it.

Becky was actually smiling. "No wonder she sounded so different over the phone!"

"What?"

"Mom called shortly after you left to tell me you were on the way. I could tell she was smiling by the tone of voice she was using. I even asked her what had happened to cause this drastic and obvious change in her, but all she would say was that she had had a fabulous evening the night before. I didn't press it...but at least now I know why."

I was still staring at my sister, partially her crotch, which she only now seemed to discover was wet and promptly put her leg back down on the floor. And though this had the affect of concealing from me the wetness of her panties, it once again revealed her breasts to me more clearly, each of which was sporting two very hard firm nipples.

"I'm willing to bet she was smiling a mile wide at breakfast too!" Becky stated with as big a smile on her face as mother's had been!

"That's all you have to say?" I finally responded back at her in disbelief. "Aren't you going to yell at me or something for how horrible, how wrong it was?"

"Jake, that's not up to me to decide. And besides, there was really no harm done. Mom's obviously dealing with it just fine, and chances are it won't happen again anyway. And even if it did...would it be all that bad?"

I couldn't believe I was hearing my sister say this to me.

"But it was our mother I fucked!" I once again threw at her.

"Yeah, and by the sounds of it, she liked it too!"

"There's more," I now added in a softer, worried tone of voice.

"You're kidding! What else happened?"

"Not so much the 'what-else', but I was...a virgin too."

Becky really did laugh then and actually stood up. "You mean to tell me mom got your cherry?"

I was shocked over my sister's reaction, totally unprepared for the way she was handling this.

"Oh Jake, I'm sorry, I really don't mean to laugh or make light of it and all, but to think that your own mother who gave birth to you in one respect, gave birth to you in another one as well. Obviously you must have known a little bit about what you were doing though, as mom certainly seemed happy."

"Becky, I can't believe you're reacting to what I just told you the way that you are!"

"What do you want me to do Jake? Jump up and down, scream and yell, call you names and tell you what a horrible brother you are?"

"Well, yes! I guess," I replied pausing.

"Sorry Jake, that's not how I feel about it. Fuck! If anything, I'm jealous!"

I'd never heard my sister use the word "fuck" before either, and hearing her say it as casually as she did, not even in anger when she said it, took the wind out of me for some reason. Confused, bewildered to say the least, I just sat there looking at her as she walked around the room for a moment digesting everything we'd been talking about."Listen Jake," she began, coming back over to once again sit down on the couch, and once again lifting her leg up to embrace it while speaking to me.

"We've all got our dirty little secrets. Nobody's perfect, not mother, not Dawn, not even Jackie, and especially not me. And I'll tell you something else which you never knew about either, remember that week we all came home for you and your sisters graduation? Well a few days later, just before I left to come back, the three of us spent the night together getting pretty drunk and having a good time just being together again after so long apart."

I sat there listening to her, at this point expecting to hear just about anything, and no longer caring if she realized I was alternating between gazing at her luscious tits, or her obvious and extremely still very wet pussy. The words she was speaking almost background noise as I stared at those incredibly hard nipples, and a split that was becoming more defined by the second as the moisture all but pooled, ready to drip down her legs at any moment.

"Dawn suggested we play 'truth or dare' something we hadn't played together for years. It seemed silly at first, but eventually they talked me into going along with it. And so, I did. But I also decided that I wouldn't be the first one to chicken out on doing anything, no matter what. And if anything, I could be far bolder and wilder than any of my sisters would ever think about being. Boy was I wrong!"

Once again I felt my cock hardening even though it wasn't exactly my first choice. But as Becky began to relate the events of that particular evening to me, it was a little difficult not too.

"We were already wearing flimsy little nightgowns anyway, so the stage was more or less set for some kinky, naughty adventures. I just had no idea to what length the three of us would go in trying to out do one another!"

Becky began to tell me how they had "dared" one another into various situations. Most of which were fairly mild and harmless at first. One of the 'truth' questions that Dawn asked Jackie about was if she had ever done anything with another girl, to which she said "yes" without going into any further detail. As Becky explained to me, this merely raised the curiosity and interest level of what it was she had done, and so she and Dawn began to try and tickle it out of her, especially since Jackie was extremely ticklish. All this did was end up in the three of them wrestling around together, much the same way they used to do as kids. Except this time, when the wrestling got somewhat serious, clothing got shredded to the point that soon, nearly all three of them were sitting there naked after that.

"So that's when I 'dared' Jackie to show us what she did with another girl. Taking that dare, she crawled over towards me and then forcing me to lay back, proceeded to go down on me."

"You mean to tell me that Jackie ate you out?" I said in utter amazement.

"Uh huh, but that's not all Jake. Later that evening, just before you got home, we dared Dawn to sneak into your bedroom."

"And?"

"And, she did, crawling underneath your bed. Where she remained, listening to you "beating your meat" as she called it later when she described everything to us once she'd heard you snoring and knew that you had fallen asleep."

I was stunned. Sweet innocent little Dawn who had never so much as used a swear-word in her entire life had secretly hid beneath my bed and listened to me jacking off. And worse, went back later to tell her sisters all about it.

This time it was Becky's turn to stare at me. I had a tremendous hard-on, and any attempt to conceal my condition would simply draw attention to it. But Becky made no bones about noticing it, or even commenting on it.

"I see all this frank discussion has gotten you excited," She said pointedly now staring directly towards my crotch.

"I could say the same about you Becky," Motioning with my head and then looking down at her still more than obvious wet spot."

"Didn't say I wasn't Jake," she said smiling. Becky slipped a hand down inside her panties and began fingering herself right in front of me.

"What are you doing Becky?"

"What's it look like I'm doing Jake? I'm finger-fucking myself, that's what!"

First mother, and now my oldest sister, could things get any crazier that this? And the answer to that was...yes!

#

If getting, and then having an erection was awkward and increasingly difficult to put up with, confined as it was, and in such a restricted way, seeing my sister openly touching herself in front of me the way she was, was having a profound affect on me.

"Come on Jake, no secrets amongst us. You like watching me, and I'd like watching you too!"

I was too far-gone at this point to even care. All this sex talk had me climbing the walls, and even though Becky was my sister, the sight of her sitting there playing with her pussy and caressing her breasts was beyond anything I had ever experienced with anyone before. I quickly shed my clothes, more than happy to have finally freed the beast from the confines of my Levis and shorts. Even so, I was a little embarrassed when I finally did pull down my briefs and exposed my almost angry looking prick.

"Holy shit Jake!" Becky exclaimed. "You're huge!"

In truth, I really had no way of knowing how accurate my sister's statement was. Sure, I'd seen other guys in the gym class locker room, but I also knew that some guy's cocks when flaccid could get pretty fucking big. And though I considered myself average, especially when I was limp, by the look on Becky's face, that wasn't necessarily a true statement.

In the next instant, my sister had bolted off the couch and was kneeling on the floor in front of me, wrapping one hand around my prick, she then proceeded to fist her other hand around me too.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked her.

"Measuring."

"Measuring?"

"Yeah. Believe it or not 'little brother', I've seen my share of dicks, and I'd have to say this is the biggest one I've ever seen, let alone touched. Damn Jake, I had NO idea!"

Once again, I had no idea just how scientific my sister's 'measuring' was, though I was curious on what criteria she was basing this on. Having placed both hands firmly around my shaft butting them up against one another, the head of my dick still poked through the opening of her second fist a good two inches.

"It's not only long, it's fat too. No wonder mother was grinning!"

I almost lost my erection at the mention of that. The realization once again flooding my emotions with a sense of guilt and remorse, not to mention that here I was now, with my oldest sister's hands firmly placed about my cock.

I was just getting accustomed to that sensation when Becky suddenly dipped her head and enveloped the head of my prick between her lips and began suck-kissing it.

"Fuck sis! No! No, we can't!"

Becky released my prick momentarily looking up at me with the same lusty look I'd seen on my mothers face.

"Why? Doesn't it feel good?"

"Well yeah, of course it does, shit Becky, it feels too good, but..."

"But what?" she interrupted, "You'd rather this was Dawn, or even Jackie sucking you instead? You know...as good as Jackie was at licking pussy, I bet she gives a mean blowjob as well. Frankly, I'm surprised that since the two of you were so close in age, and always doing things together that the two of you didn't fool around a little bit!"

I know my face was turning beet red.

Realization was showing in her eyes as she looked at me.

"You two DID, didn't you!" She exclaimed proudly, having ferreted out a major secret of sorts that Jackie and I had promised to keep anyone else from ever knowing about.

"It was a long, long time ago Becky. And all we really did was feel one another up occasionally whenever we were alone together. Maybe it had something to do with our being twins and all, I don't know. Maybe it was because we were the same age and experiencing the same emotions, who knows? But the fact is, we never really did anything more than that, and besides, I hadn't matured yet."

Becky giggled.

"Shit, L.B., or maybe I should start calling you B.B. instead! She'd die if she saw how BIG you really are now. I bet you weren't even half this big when you were a kid."

Becky dove back down on my cock like an Olympic champion, causing me to swallow whatever the hell else I was going to say as the sensation of that incredible mouth of hers took my breath away.

I had begun to soften only slightly, but as the magic of her mouth performed a myriad of tricks on my quickly hardening penis, I was soon as stiff and erect as I had ever been. Watching her perform the disappearing act of my prick going in and out of her mouth was another amazing performance to watch in addition to the sensation she was causing me to feel. No longer having any willpower to try and convince her that she shouldn't be kneeling here sucking my dick, I merely collapsed back against the chair I was in and succumbed to the mind numbing ministrations of her hands and lips as she caress-sucked me into oblivion.

I had closed my eyes as though this might in some way help me over come the knowledge that it was my very own sister who was so expertly licking my dick when I felt her remove her mouth from me, and then sensed her standing up. As I reopened my eyes, it was just in time to see her descend down upon me as she spread herself with one hand, and using the other to guide my cock into herself, sat down upon me in one single thrust that speared my prick inside of my sisters pussy before I could utter a single word.

"Fuck me!" I yelled. Shocked, surprised and bewildered that this was really happening.

"Ok!" Becky said wickedly. "I think I will!"

She began to move against me, rocking back and forth ever so slowly, grinding herself down against my cock which was fully embedded inside her. The feel of her hot delicious pussy wrapping itself around my prick soon chased away all thoughts of this being wrong or that we shouldn't be doing it. It felt too fucking good. The tightness of her pussy was milking me in a way I could have never done by hand, and she hadn't even lifted up off of me yet. Just clenching and unclenching the muscles of her quim as she sat astride me, letting her self adjust to the length and girth of my prick as it filled every square inch of her was the most pleasurable sensation I could have ever imagined!

When the juices of my sister's slit really began flowing, there was suddenly a little wiggle room and she began to take advantage of that by actually fucking me.

"Play with my titty's!" She said almost breathlessly. "Squeeze my nipples Jake! Make them feel as good as your cock is making my pussy feel!"

At this point I was only more than happy to oblige her. Cupping my sister's firm full breasts was an incredible treat. Her delicate rose-colored nipples had been a mesmerizing temptation anyway, and now, actually touching and fingering those swollen stiff little nubs was having the additional impact of sending electric shockwaves charging up and down my already electrocuted prick.

"Becky! Becky!" I said, trying to regain her attention for a moment. "What if I cum?"

"Hope you do!" She smiled at me in that same wicked way again.

"No, I mean..."

"Oh," she laughed, "Don't worry, I'm on the pill. Still, you're probably right, no sense taking any chances. Just let me know before you do cum, though I hope you're not a pre-mature ejaculator!" She said teasingly.

"Not so sure about that," I said honestly. "You keep this up, and I'm not sure how long I can last!"

"Long enough Jake, you're filling my cunt so completely that I know I'm gonna cum quickly myself, now just shut up and fuck me until I do!"

Taking my sisters advice, I soon latched on to one of her nipples and began sucking it almost violently. She in turn began fucking me with the same crazed desire so that soon we were thrusting back and forth against one another in such a way that it made it impossible for me to maintain a lip lock on her tit. Seconds later, Becky seemed to come to a screeching halt. She had impaled herself upon me, and then just seemed to hover there, unmoving. I felt her quiver, felt her pussy suddenly turn liquefied, and felt her quiver again, though this time she threw her head back and forth from side to side, gritting her teeth, but without making a single solitary sound. And then, from out of nowhere, she did scream!

I was so surprised that when she toppled back away from me, she nearly dislocated my cock in the process. I barely caught her as she tumbled back down onto the floor, laying her down as gently as I could. Becky had literally passed out.

"Becky! Becky! Are you ok?" I said yelling at her, wanting her to wake up. Her eyes opened though they had this far away look to them at first, finally focusing in on me, my cock sticking straight out from my crotch hovering just above her face.

"Gimme that!" She said, reaching up and then using it to pull herself up with into a sitting position. Once again Becky began to suck my prick as I stood there before her, knee's slowly weakening as she hand stroked me simultaneously sucking and licking the head of my shaft, but doing so with more vim and vigor than she had done moments ago.

"Cum all over my face little brother. I want to watch this monster prick of yours cough it up!"

"You sure that's what you want sis? Cause I tend to really shoot a lot! Especially when I'm this excited!"

"I wouldn't miss this for all the world Jake. Now do it, make me all nice and messy!"

And so, I did what sis told me to do. And once again, she truly had no idea.

#

Afterwards, we sat talking, still naked, into the wee hours of the night. She told me a little bit about the job she'd lined up for me, and we also discussed the living expenses as well as what classes I would be taking. By this time I was exhausted, and informed her that I really should be going off to bed. She agreed, standing up and latching on to my hand as she did. But instead of parting ways, I found that she was leading me off towards her bedroom.

"I'm done in sis," I told her honestly. "I really need to sleep."

"Me too," she said matter of factly. "But...just think, when we wake up in the same bed tomorrow morning!" She smiled, winked, and licked her lips. I felt my cock bob with renewed interest and followed her happily into the bedroom.

#

Saturday, the week before the Thanksgiving weekend, I was sitting in the living room watching TV when the phone rang. Becky was in taking a bath, so I answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi Jake, is Becky there?"

It was my sister Dawn, but I could tell from the sound of her voice that something was wrong.

"Yes Dawn, she is. But she's in the tub. You ok? You don't sound like it."

"No, I'm not really, would you mind getting her for me. I really need to talk to her."

I promptly took the cordless phone into the bathroom where Becky was soaking. The door wasn't even closed, so there was really no need to knock. Covering the mouthpiece with my hand, I walked in and whispered to my sister who it was.

"It's Dawn, and it sounds like she's been crying."

Obviously Becky didn't try to conceal her nudity from me, but that's not what was on her mind anyway. Taking the phone from me, she then "shooed" me from the bathroom so she could talk privately to her sister.

"Oh Jake? Close the door on your way out would you please?"

I stumbled back into the living room and started to watch the game once again, but my mind was no longer on it either. I was concerned for the welfare of my second oldest sister, and could only hope that whatever it was, Becky would find a way to comfort her or help her through whatever it was that had happened. They were on the phone together for well over an hour, and twice I had heard Becky turn on the water in order to heat the bath water back up. Obviously this was serious and I was hopeful that Becky would share with me whatever it was that had happened when she finally got off the phone.

A short time after that Becky came out of the bathroom. Normally she would simply dry off and come out either naked, or wearing nothing more than a pair of her panties. This time however she came out with the towel still wrapped around her, and still wet from the bath. This really was serious.

"Well, looks like Dawn will be coming to live with us for a little while." she stated. And then proceeded to tell me how Dawn had come home to find her husband in bed with another woman. For all intents and purposes, their marriage was over.

"Poor kid. And just before Thanksgiving too. Just as well she find out now before they had any children I guess," Becky added. "I guess it's a really good thing I got a three bedroom apartment huh?"

Though I was sorry to hear about my sister's marriage, I wasn't sorry to hear they were separating, if not eventually divorcing. I hadn't much liked her husband from the very beginning anyway.

"Guess it's a good thing I took the small bedroom huh?" I said trying to lighten up the mood a little.

"Damn," Becky said suddenly. "Not only that, I guess we're going to have to try and behave ourselves a little more now too."

I hadn't thought of that. But in a way, perhaps it was for the better. Becky and I had spent nearly every night in the same bed together, fucking like crazy whenever, and wherever we wanted to. I think we'd managed to do it in nearly every room of the apartment, including outside on the balcony late one evening.

"Maybe we'd better cut things off completely sis. After all, its not like anyone else would look kindly on what you and I've been doing. Especially Dawn. Jackie might be a LITTLE more open minded about things, but I'm sure even she would be shocked to hear what you and I've been doing. Not to mention what Dawn would say if she ever found out. And especially now, after what she's just been through."

"There's no way we're going to stop everything Jake. We'll just need to be careful from now on, very, very careful. That's all."

So much for the out I had given her, as well as myself. On the one hand I really didn't want to stop fucking my sister, but on the other hand, I also knew that eventually it would come out one way or the other, and I wasn't looking forward to what might happen when it did.

Becky left the following morning for the drive back to pick up our sister. She'd spend the night helping her to finish packing up what little she was bringing with her, then they'd start back the following Monday. That evening I waited nervously for them to arrive. And even though it was late, I paced the apartment like a worried father. When the phone rang, I nearly jumped out of my skin, as they were an hour overdue as it was.

"Becky?"

I hadn't even bothered saying hello, hoping that it would be my sister with news on where they were and when they might be pulling in.

"Hi Jake," Becky said. But it was extremely difficult to hear what she was saying from the sounds of very loud music in the background.

"As you can imagine, Dawn's still pretty upset, so we decided to stop off at the club on the way home for a few drinks. She's doing better now, but I thought I'd better call you and let you know we're still going to be a while. Do you want to drive down and join us?" She asked.

"No, that's ok sis. You two have a good time, but just be careful. If you need a ride home, call me and I'll come get you."

"No worries. I'm nursing a glass of wine so I'll be fine. Dawn on the other hand has already had two rum and cokes."

"Two? Shit Becky, Dawn usually takes all night to finish even one!"

"I know...like I said, we'll be here a bit longer, she just ordered a third."

Becky hung up after that and knowing they were safe and well, decided to turn in and go to sleep. There was no telling when they finally would get home, and there was no point in my staying up worrying about them any longer.

The next thing I remember is Becky sliding into my bed next to me and cuddling up, naked.

"Becky?" I said still half asleep. "You really think this is a good idea?"

"Don't worry, Dawn passed out an hour ago. I just checked on her, and she's out cold."

"She alright?"

"At the moment, but she's apt to wake up in the morning with one hell of a hang over!"

I felt Becky reaching around me and begin to caress my very soft cock back to life.

"You're not too tired are you?" She asked with a hint of a little girls voice as she spoke.

"Tired? No, not really. Just a little nervous is all, what about Dawn?"

"Don't worry, she's fine and besides, I don't think she could make it out of her bed if she tried. And even if she did try, we'd hear her long before she ever discovered where we were, or what we were doing."

"Still Becky, we'd probably better try and be quiet."

Becky laughed, quietly. "It's not me that gets noisy when I'm cumming, more like you we have to worry about."

"Oh yeah? What about that first night, and that ear-piercing scream you made?"

"I only do that when it's really, really good," she said with a bit of a giggle.

"So you mean all the other times weren't as good as that one?" I said teasingly.

"Shut up and eat me," Becky said half seriously.

Which is what I was doing when the door opened to my bedroom. I was too busy to notice however, but Becky certainly did.

"Dawn? Oh fuck! Jake? Dawn?"

I came up from between Becky's legs like a missile just fired off. Too stunned to speak, about all I could think to do was wipe the excess wetness from around my mouth and stare into the semi-darkness to where my other sister stood in the doorway.

"Having fun are we?" Dawn said sarcastically.

"I thought you, you..."

"Had passed out?" She finished saying for Becky. It was obvious she really was drunk as she had to hold onto the doorknob, and even then she was wobbly as she stood there trying to keep her balance.

"I wondered what was going on when you came into the room to check on me, then I heard you leave, but instead of going back to your room, I heard you open the door to Jakes room instead. I thought maybe you two were sitting up talking, so I thought I'd join you. Obviously, you weren't exactly talking were you?"

"Dawn...it's not what you think," I said lamely, unsure of what else to try and say under the circumstances.

"Oh? You mean I'm so fucking drunk that I'm hallucinating? You really weren't licking my sister's cunt? Is that it?"

"Well, no. That's not what I meant really, only that maybe we should talk, let me try and explain this to you if I can."

"To hell with that!" Dawn said, and then suddenly she had reached down and pulled her nightgown up and over her head so she was standing there in the nude.

"I said I decided to come and join you, and after seeing what's going on, I think I still will. Though admittedly I hadn't expected to join the two of you having sex together."

Becky hadn't said a single word after Dawn had cut her off. But she did so now.

"Sis, maybe you better think about this first. I'm not even going to try and explain anything to you at the moment, not in the state you're in anyway. But with everything you've been through, I don't want you doing something you'll regret later."

"The only thing I'll regret later is not fucking that enormous cock!" She was staring down at me now, seeing me for the first time. "Who knew?" She said coming closer and sitting down on the bed next to me. "No wonder the two of you are doing it! Gawd Becky, can you believe the size of this thing?" Dawn had reached over and placed her hand around my penis, giving it a few tentative strokes.

Finally Becky laughed, doing her best Laurel and Hardy imitation. "Well now, look at the fine mess you've gotten us into!"

"Me!" I shot back at her, you were the one that started all this!"

"Not hardly, you were the one who fucked mother, or have you forgotten?"

"You...fucked...mother?"

For a second or so, I think time stopped. Nobody said a thing, and I even winced, closing my eyes, waiting for the explosion to happen.

"Ok, now...you gotta tell me this story!" Dawn said, sitting down on the bed cross-legged just like in the old days when sometimes we all got together late at night on Becky's bed and told one another interesting little tales.

"Later Dawn...if you recall, Jake was licking my pussy when you walked in on us. And just for the record, I'm still horny. Very horny. So, if you're serious about sticking around that's up to you, we can talk about all of this later. Right now, I want Jake to finish what he started."

I was looking back and forth between my sisters in disbelief that ANY of this was taking place. I wasn't sure we should be doing what we were doing, especially now, and Becky wanted me to go back to licking her cunt! As for Dawn, I was still stunned at her reaction, which was so totally out of character for her that I knew she had to be drunk, and with any luck would doubt any of this actually happened in the morning if we somehow managed to convince her she'd simply been having a bad dream or something. But it was soon evident that all of those thoughts and ideas were nothing more than my silly imagination looking for a way out, which wasn't going to happen.

"Cool with me sis. You don't mind then if I play with him a little while he's eating you then right?"

Just like in the old days, they discussed things amongst themselves as though I wasn't even there.

"Fine with me," she said smiling. And then laid back down on the bed, once again spreading her legs. "Jake?"

I was still a little nervous about Dawn's being there, but even as I went back to licking my older sisters clit, the feel of Dawn's mouth surrounding the head of my dick still took me by surprise. I soon pushed the thought of that back into the little space I'd set aside to deal with later and once again began to enjoy the feel and taste of her incredible pussy. Dawn's almost too gentle sucking made that a whole lot easier too as I soon forgot all about the two women being my sisters. Becky had had a small little orgasm and immediately decided we needed to switch places with one another, something that Dawn was more than happy to want to do.

"You know what really pisses me off?" She said as the two of them switched places with one another. "Was that Larry hardly ever went down on me, and yet...when I came into the bedroom and caught him with that red-headed bitch, he was eating her cunt! Can you imagine that?"

"And I really love having my pussy licked," she turned now smiling at me, finally including me in their on-going conversation, though this hadn't been the way I'd expected it.

"Jeez you two. Does that 'look' run in the family or something?" I asked

"What look?" They both asked simultaneously.

"Never mind," I answered.

The fact I'd never seen or fully appreciated just how big Dawn's boobs were suddenly hit me. Up until now I thought Becky's tits were good sized, which they were. But Dawn really did have incredibly large breasts that I hadn't fully appreciated until actually seeing them for the first time.

"You mind if I play with these a little first?" I asked her, feeling a little bit like a naughty boy who might still get slapped for asking for something he shouldn't have.

"Hmmmm, be my guest," Dawn answered me. "Never figured you for a breast man."

"Just never realized how big they were I guess," I told her.

Now it was Dawn's turn to laugh. "Guess that makes two of us!"

"Hey...you know what I'd really like to do?" Once again venturing off into the wild unknown.

They both sat there looking at me, wondering.

"Would the two of you mind lying down, side by side for a few minutes?"

Curious, but without saying anything, they did exactly that. I then moved up and straddled them both, placing their legs together and then sitting on them that way, I was easily able to reach down and finger them both at the same time. I did a little of that, and then began to take turns sucking their breasts, alternating back and forth between them, sucking, licking, or merely caressing and rubbing their hard nipples with my fingers.

"You're gonna make me cum again if you keep doing that," Becky told me after a while.

"And? That would be a bad thing?" I asked.

"No, but poor Dawn here hasn't even cum once yet. And I don't want her to feel like I'm the one getting all the attention."

"Oh...don't worry sis. You can cum however which way you want to. I've never cum while being eaten yet, not ever. Like I said, Larry hardly ever even did it let alone to orgasm. So, if Jake here's as good with his tongue as I think he is, I might just get to finally enjoy that yet!"

Well with a request like that, who was I to deny Dawn her desire? Almost immediately I dove down into her smooth bare pussy. Like Becky, she had a sweetness to her that was every bit as exciting to run my tongue through, looking for every delectable little droplet of moisture I could find. Maybe I was a novice at this, but the fact that I honestly enjoyed it maybe made up for my lack of experience. I couldn't get enough of either of my sister's cunts, and would have in fact licked pussy for hours if they'd let me. That...and take a breather every once in a while just to keep from locking my jaws up. But beyond that, making love to a woman's juicy slick cute looking quim was probably the penultimate pleasure for me, next to actually cumming myself of course, but it was a damn close second!

The best part for me was hearing my sister's deep-throated groan of pure pleasure when she finally came. I think she literally turned inside out when she did. Even has hard as I'd heard and seen Becky cum, I don't think that even she had come as close to the intensity of orgasm that Dawn had when she finally did so herself. For one thing, Dawn showered my face with a wet spray of female cum cream that amazed all of us, especially herself as she had never done that before...ever! And secondly, because my sister had never experienced a multiple orgasm before either, and to be honest, I lost count after the fifth or sixth time she came unglued. Even Becky had to comment on the fact she'd never seen anyone carry on like that before, which had ended with Dawn laughing and giggling hysterically afterwards, almost to the point where I had actually begun to worry about her.

"Fuck Jake, that was incredible! No wonder!"

"No wonder...what?" I asked, almost afraid of what she might say.

"Well, no wonder mom was still smiling when she came over to see how I was doing. Did you eat her like that too? Which reminds me, when do I get to here the rest of the story?"

This time Becky came to my rescue. "In all fairness sis, there's plenty of time for all that tomorrow. I think that since each of us has had, and enjoyed several orgasms already, that it's about time that you and I take care of our little brother here first, don't you think?"

"Yes, of course you're right Becky," Dawn said. And since he's the first...and ONLY man who's ever gotten me off like that...and wonderfully I might add. Then I think the two of us should do something equally as special for him don't you think?"

"What would you suggest sis?" Becky questioned agreeably.

"Have you ever fucked a woman in the ass before?" She said looking at me.

Becky burst out laughing. "Dawn? You're probably not going to believe this...but he was a virgin until mother."

"Mom got your cherry?"

"Ok...can we change the subject here and go back to the other thing?" I asked.

"Oh yeah...right. Well, I guess you haven't then. Well Jake, just for the record, neither have I. Larry always wanted to, but as he was so unwilling to do what it was I wanted him to, I kept telling him no. But I have been curious to see what it might feel like."

"Ah, Dawn. Are you forgetting something?" Becky said, holding up her arm and wrapping her fist around her wrist. "You really sure you want to try that...with Jake?"

"Got any KY?" She asked. "I think we'll need it."

"Well you maybe...but I'm not about to try and take that monster up my ass. Takes me a little getting used to it even inside my cunt, let alone having that behemoth burrowing up inside me there."

"She's right Dawn," I said, "and besides, I don't want to hurt you. Nothings worth hurting someone no matter how curious you might be about it."

"I appreciate your concerns you two, and I promise, if it does hurt too much, then I'll stop. But I really would like to try it. OK?"

With that, Becky got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom where she emerged with a partially used tube of KY.

"Make sure you use plenty of it on yourself, as well as Jake's dick there. If you're really serious about this, I'd suggest you use the whole fucking thing!" Becky stated half seriously.

Dawn positioned herself on the bed on her hands and knees.

"Just go slow Jake. And if I tell you to stop, then don't move a muscle until I tell you otherwise," she warned me.

Becky proceeded to use a vast quantity of the lubricant on my penis, making sure that I was thoroughly coated, and then began to do the same thing to Dawn's cute puckered little ass-hole. Once this had been accomplished, Becky placed the tip of my prick at the opening of Dawn's ass and held me there.

"Ok...slowly Jake...really, really slow."

It took a while to even get just the head of my prick inside her ass it was so tight. But as Becky continued to guide it, soothing my sister and stroking her to stimulate as well as relax her, we eventually managed to get not only the bulbous head of my cock inside, but another couple of inches too before she told me to stop while she got accustomed to it.

"Oh fuck he's big!" Dawn groaned.

"You ok?" Becky asked her. "Is it too much? Do you want him to take it out?"

"Oh no! I just need to sit here for a second. It's...it's such a full feeling!" She breathed deeply.

For myself, the pressure was exquisite, and it was all I could do to keep from filling her ass full of cum even while just sitting there and not moving.

"OK, keep going, just like you were though, nice and slow."

Becky was no longer holding onto my cock, which was starting to contribute to my lack of control, so I was a little grateful when she finally released me. Becky reached down and lovingly began to pet and stroke Dawn's pussy, which was a delightful surprise for both of us. Knowing she was doing this, and seeing her actually doing it was incredibly hot! Even Dawn was thrilled by Becky's touch as she caressed and lightly tickled her clit, and occasionally reached down to also caress and play with those incredible heavy-hanging breasts as they dangled down and slowly swayed from side to side as Dawn gyrated back against me in her continuing effort to slowly engulf me fully inside her.

"I know what will help," Becky stated excitedly. She suddenly slid beneath her sister who was only then realizing what she was about to do to her.

"Oh...fuck yes Becky!" Dawn cried out with excitement as her sister positioned herself beneath her and began to playfully lick her pussy. Unexpectedly, Dawn was perfectly positioned to do the same thing to her of course, which was a total surprise, especially as Dawn had never done anything like this before, and not only was she now kissing and licking another woman's cunt, but it happened to be her sister's on top of everything else.

Seeing all this, I was really struggling with just standing there at the end of the bed, my prick not quite half buried in my sister's ass, and doing everything I could think of to not spurt my full balls into her right there and then. It was at that exact moment that I felt Dawn sort of lunge back against me, and in the next instant I was hilted into her totally and completely.

The moan-groan that escaped Dawn's lips even as she continued to keep her face in Becky's wet slit was telling. It was obvious that the pleasure she was feeling was well beyond her expectations, and she now rhythmically began to move against me in a much smoother motion.

"OK, now...slowly fuck me Jake, fuck me!"

I was surprised at the ease of my prick as I finally withdrew until only the head of my dick remained inside my sister's ass. And though I didn't exactly ram it back into her as I slid fully back inside that fuck tunnel, I certainly didn't go back in as slowly as I had been either. Dawn gasped at the pleasured intrusion of her ass, and once again moaned softly into her sister's cunt.

"Oh yes...yes! Do me Jake...fuck my ass!"

I knew there was no way I was going to be able to hold out much longer. Try as I might, the feel of her tight ass slithering up and down my shaft as I slid in and out of her was too much for my inexperienced prick to withstand. That...and the slurpy, slushy sounds my sisters were making as they licked and sucked each other's cunts was a stimulus that was simply overloading my senses.

"I don't...think...I can last...much, much longer," I stuttered through gritted teeth.

Later, I learned that hearing this; Becky had clamped down on Dawn's clit and drew it inside her mouth sucking it fiercely. The sensation of that, coupled with my dick buried deeply inside her ass triggered her orgasm. When Dawn exploded, feeling the way Becky was sucking her little nubbin, she did the exact same thing to Becky's, sucking her clit for all she was worth, which caused my other sister to climax as well. Though I was vaguely aware that something was taking place, and assumed they were each cumming, I was already pumping out wad after wad of hot fresh sperm inside my sister's ass. No longer able to withstand the caress my cock had been receiving from her, and hearing their pleasures, I simply emptied my nuts inside her in one gigantic climatic thrust, which nearly sent me flying over her backside.

We lay in a crumpled heap for a considerable amount of time, simply trying to catch our breaths and recover from the mind-blowing experience we'd just shared together. I was almost to the point of falling asleep, so relaxed and so incredibly satisfied that a moment more, I would have been. But then Dawn finally spoke before I could.

"Ok...now, what's this about mother?"

#

Later that morning we sat around Becky's small kitchen table drinking our first cup of morning coffee while she prepared breakfast for all of us. I didn't have any classes until late in the afternoon, and since Becky had taken the day off work to sit and visit with her sister, it gave us all a chance to catch up, and at Dawn's persistence, finally allow me to fully explain the whole story to her.

True to form, Becky wore nothing but a pair of frilly laced panties while she busied herself about the kitchen scrambling a large batch of eggs and frying up heaps of delicious smelling sausage. I was ravenous anyway after having worked up quite a healthy appetite.

Even Dawn sat across from me in little more than what our sister wore, which consisted of one of Becky's cut-off tank tops that barely concealed the lower half of her enormous breasts. Her semi-erect nipples still strained invitingly against the thin material of the baby-blue top, and as exhausted as I had been from our lengthy session together, I still felt the faint stirrings of arousal in my satiated cock as it shifted in the pajama bottom's I'd worn.

"So what are your plans for the day?" I asked innocently.

"Oh...I dunno," Becky said flatly as she stood before the stove scrambling the eggs. "I suppose after you leave, Dawn and I will curl up in bed together and lick one another's cunts for a while I guess."

I glanced up towards Becky, but she made no indication to me one way or the other if she was being serious or not as she continued to stand there fixing our breakfast. Even when I turned to face Dawn, she gave no more of an indication to me than her sister did that what she'd said had either shocked or surprised her.