Chapter 11: Full-Court Press l

-- NOVEMBER 2007 --

"Right pick, right pick!" I hollered.

I actually didn't need to shout the warning, because even while guarding her "man", Dawn had already been shooting glances in both directions to look for the screen she knew would eventually come. By the time I'd said it, Dawn had already taken a step forward to go over the top of the screen, just as I'd instructed her to do.

The strategy of setting a screen is Basketball 101, as are the methods of defending it. If Dawn were to go "under" the screen, she would find herself with a human body between her and the ball-handler, leaving them with an open jump shot. If one's opponent isn't a very good shooter, this is an acceptable strategy, practically daring the opponent to shoot a low-percentage long-range jumper rather than give up a defensive position between them and the hoop. But our opponents WERE very good shooters, and the few times we'd left them with open 3-pointers, they'd burned us good. So instead, Dawn knew to go "over" the screen.

By going "over", Dawn kept herself close to her opponent; but when the ball-handler dribbled around the screen and into the lane, she found herself in a trail position, no longer between the ball-handler and the hoop. Since I had been the one defending the screener, it was now my job to "switch" my assignment and guard the ball-handler coming into the lane. And with my three-inch height advantage and an overall wingspan advantage as well, I felt pretty confident in my ability to block or alter any of my opponent's layup attempts.

Of course, Eden knew I stood a good chance to block any of her layup attempts, so she knew to look for her twin sister to leave her screening position and cut to the basket. That was the "roll" part of the "pick-and-roll". Emma set the pick to free up Eden's drive, and once I stopped defending her and switched to Eden instead, Emma became the "open man".

Of course, I knew that Eden knew I stood a good chance to block her, and I knew that Emma would be looking for a pass. And since I was anticipating it, I set my feet and prepared to intercept the ball before it got there.

Timing was everything, as Eden would need to accurately execute the pass in a narrow window of space AFTER I switched defensive assignments but quickly enough for Emma to still have room to catch it and make a layup of her own. Making things more difficult, I took a step forward to tighten the already narrow window so that the right-handed dribbling Eden would have a harder time passing the ball across her body to her cutting twin.

Eden's eyes darted to the narrow gap. Realizing that a cross-body pass might get cut off, she picked up her dribble and shot her right hand backwards, executing a behind-the-back pass which would give her a little more room, if she could do it accurately. But I was already in motion, my whole body moving to cut it off with arm extended to block the pass...

... only the ball wasn't there. Somehow, Eden never let go of the ball. Her right arm moved forward again, palm underneath the ball as she took one final step forward with her left foot. Like a sliding door at the grocery store, I'd literally moved myself right out of her way, leaving Eden with a wide-open path to finish an easy layup, and the ball fell neatly through the hoop.

"WOOO!!!"

"You go girl!"

"Dayyyyum!!!"

The gymnasium around us erupted with cheers loud enough that you might have thought Cal Berkeley had just won a Final Four game. But this was no tournament, we weren't playing in a true arena, and there weren't THAT many people around us. On the other hand, we DID have an actual audience watching the six of us play a simple half-court Friday night game, something that was quite unusual in and of itself.

Let's face it: not very many women play pick-up basketball. Head into any membership gym in the country. While you'll probably find a good number of beautiful young women walking around in tight spandex, most of them will be on the treadmills and ellipticals, and maybe a few will be lifting weights, but you won't find many girls on the basketball court.

Dawn and DJ's presence on the court had turned some heads in the past, and guys might glance over a few times to watch them bend and squat and dribble around. Some of them might even get envious when the girls tried to post up, backing their butts into our crotches while working into position. But our group had never drawn an actual crowd before.

Not until tonight.

That's because there were more than two girls on the court tonight. Eden and Emma had asked to join us, and I should have known something was up from the evil little grins they gave each other when I agreed. The two little rugrats were good, and when I figured that out, Eden bopped me on the forehead and asked, "Didn't you know we played in our Youth Basketball League?"

"I knew you ran around the court with a bunch of other 10-year-olds, double-dribbling and swarming the ball with no sense of strategy or defense."

Emma trapped the ball against her jutting hip and smirked at me. "We're not 10-year-olds anymore."

They really weren't. Tall, graceful, and athletic: the twins were naturals. There were a lot of things I hadn't paid much attention to back home over the last few years while occupied with my own dramas at college.

For the last several weeks, Dawn and DJ playing two-on-two with me and Bert made it look like we were a pair of romantic couples just having a good time. But the additional two young babes meant that FOUR hotties were now on the court wearing spandex workout clothes accompanied by only two dudes, and the twins were clad only in sports bras and short shorts. One guy whistled his buddy over to watch us play. Two more guys walked over soon after. And the crowd just sort of snowballed from there. Eventually, another dozen people left the workout area and came through the doors onto the court just to see what all the fuss was about.

The twins didn't want to split up, and DJ had more fun playing against me than with me, so it was the three of them against me, Dawn, and Bert. We guys had a size and strength advantage, and we won the first game handily. The crowd had started to form, and I didn't want to look like I was taking advantage of the girls, so I sort of took it easy and the all-girl team won the next game when Eden swished a 3-pointer from the top of the key.

That's when things got interesting. A group of three guys standing behind the hoop raised their hands and called, "We got next." At first, I tried to explain that we just wanted to play our own game, and that there were available half-courts for them to play elsewhere. But the three of them insisted that open gym rules meant that a waiting team could call "next", and after some exasperated looks among the six of us, DJ finally tossed them the ball and said, "Bring it on."

That game lasted all of three minutes. Emma squawked the first time a guy copped a feel of her ass. DJ slapped away the wandering hand of another guy and waggled her finger in his face in warning. Eden wasn't so diplomatic. She drove the lane and spun around to execute a left-handed layup; but when her defender simply groped her ass as she spun around and didn't even try to block the shot, she hauled off and bitch-slapped him across the face.

The guy didn't try to fight back, although his nostrils flared and he took a menacing step toward her. The tension in the room got thick enough that I started wondering if I'd need to put my Krav Maga lessons to use or something. Instead, all it took was Eden walking up until her nose was inches away from his, and with narrowed eyes she growled, "Get the fuck off the court."

At first, the guy looked ready to stand his ground, perhaps even argue that he was just trying to play defense or something, but the rest of the crowd closed in around them, with nearly every angry look directed straight at him. Outnumbered and losing the war of public opinion, the guy grabbed his buddies and disappeared. The three of them were still gym members and we would see them there the future, but none of them ever bothered us again.

Meanwhile, Dawn suggested that we call it an early night and head home, but the guys around us insisted that they'd leave us alone and let us play our game. True to their word, nobody else called "next" and they let us play amongst ourselves, but they didn't actually leave us alone, either. Most of them stayed and watched. I even heard someone in the crowd mutter, "This is better than porn."

I don't really see how four non-naked girls playing basketball is better than porn, but to each his own. Perhaps it was the beauty of our four girls. Perhaps my active sex life made me a little jaded to something as mundane as a coed basketball game. I just hoped the guy didn't have his hand down his shorts when he said it.

Anyways, we decided to play one last game to 21, ones and twos. I figured it would take at least a half-hour to finish, and even if someone else called "next", we'd be tired and ready to leave anyway.

I also figured a long game would cause our crowd to dissipate a little, but it didn't work out that way. If anything, the crowd only grew the longer we played and got closer and closer to 21. Half-court games mean "winner's ball". You make it, you take it, and sometimes one team or the other will get on a hot streak and score bucket after bucket without their opponents even getting a possession. My team took an early 7-2 lead, but then Eden and Emma took advantage of the way we kept going under their screens, and they made four straight 3-pointers, each one drawing a roar from the crowd even louder than the last, to go up 10-7.

We changed our defense to challenge their threes and always made sure either Bert or I was in the lane for rim protection. It took more effort, but we shut the girls down, and we tied it up at 10.

The three girls then took to double-teaming me or Bert whenever we had the ball, leaving Dawn open and inviting her to take long-range jumpers rather than let one of us guys have anything in close. Dawn rewarded their tactic by bricking her next four shots, and the girls went up 15-12.

But then Dawn got hot, first hitting an elbow jumper, then a three at the top of the key, and one more three in the corner. We took the lead 17-15 without them even touching the ball, and they finally conceded that they'd have to guard her too.

The next five minutes were rough. Getting down to crunch time, everyone was hustling and sweating and working hard. The twins were the first to decide they'd rather foul us than give away freebies – nothing flagrant or dangerous, but a little cheap nonetheless. Still, there were no free throws and no foul limits either, so we played on, and at the end of the five minutes the score had barely moved, 18-16.

Then DJ executed a perfect drive and kick to Emma, who drained a three. All tied up at 18, and it was basically a race to see who could get three more points first.

With my height, length, and leaping ability, I could basically get off a jumper anytime I wanted to. Tired and desperate to get things over with, I started firing long-range bombs just because I could. But my legs were jelly and my aim was off, so I bricked three in a row. Luckily for me, we still played good defense and Bert was able to put back one of my misses. Then I found Dawn for a layup when the girls double-teamed me, so we were up 20-18.

Game point.

By now, we were surrounded. The crowd was thick enough that they were crowding the baseline, the half-court line, and along the side walls as well. The Golden State Warriors had a game tonight against the Clippers, just the second game of the season, but apparently all these guys would rather watch us play than see Baron Davis, Monta Ellis, and Al Harrington throw up brick after brick after brick.

Dawn set a screen for me, I drove left, and elevated for an 8-foot jumper. I think everyone expected me to go all Kobe in crunch time and try to make the winning shot, so DJ abandoned Dawn, Eden chased me around the screen, and even Emma stepped up from Bert to close the lane. That left Dawn wide open at the free throw line, but I saw an opening to Bert underneath the basket. Rather than shoot the ball, I fired a pass straight at the left side of his head. All he had to do was catch it and lay it in for the easy game-winner...

... except that EVERYBODY expected me to go all Kobe and try to make the winning shot, and by "everybody" I include Bert. He was getting himself into rebound position in case I missed, I'd fired the pass with a lot of heat, and by the time he realized the ball was coming his way, he only had enough time to raise his left hand to protect his face and deflect the ball into the crowd.

Turnover.

Dammit.

Down 18-20, I knew the girls would feed the ball to Eden. She was the best player on their team, even though she was matched up against me, our best defender. Of course, half the point of a screen is to get the defenders to switch, so the instant she got the ball, Emma picked me off and got Bert to switch. But Bert was a pretty good defender too, and his probing hands got Eden to pick up her dribble. She passed it out to DJ, who circled the perimeter and found another screen from Emma, getting me to switch at the same time that she passed the ball back to Emma.

For half a second, we were caught between defenses. I had switched off Emma to hedge on DJ, but Dawn had followed DJ as well. That left DJ double-teamed with Emma all alone on the wing. Emma gathered in DJ's pass, set her feet, and sent up a high-arching shot that I was sure would knot up the game at 20-all...

... but it rattled out. Seriously, the ball hit the back iron, hit the front iron, hit the backboard, and rolled off the side of the rim once more before dropping out. I breathed a sigh of relief, but unfortunately for my team, Eden had raced in to gather the rebound and quickly banked in a reverse layup before Bert could get to her.

20-19. And the girls still had the ball.

Tired, frustrated, but resolved, I set my feet and went into ball-denial position on Eden. She had the same kind of cocky ego I had, while Emma had taken after Brandi's more accommodating nature. The point is: I KNEW she wanted the ball, and since we were playing straight-up, a three-pointer would win her team the game. As Emma prepared to inbound the ball, Eden walked me into the paint, as if to get into a good post position; but as soon as Bert checked it, Eden raced back out to the perimeter, hoping to get a little separation from me so she could have the winning shot. Emma's pass was right on time, and although a good two feet behind the line, Eden still caught it, took a step back, and raised the ball up to shoot a fadeaway jumper.

This far from the bucket, the odds of Eden making the shot were slim. In fact, the odds were much greater that she was trying to get me to bite on a pump fake, so I stayed on my feet and merely raised my hand in front of her. Sure enough, Eden kept the ball and started dribbling around me, but I stood my ground and backed away with her.

Unfortunately, Emma had set a screen right behind me, a screen that my teammate Bert never warned me about. I backed straight into my baby sister and immediately got thrown off-balance. Eden neatly dribbled around us, crossed over Bert right out of his shoes, and headed into the open lane.

Here's where Eden's ego got in the way. Had she been looking at anything but the open lane and the basket above, she would have noticed Dawn completely abandon DJ to follow after her. Unguarded, DJ cut hard along the baseline, and a simple pass from Eden would give her teammate an easy tying basket. But Eden only had her eyes on the prize, and she never saw Dawn rise into the air and swat her layup attempt into the crowd.

"Boo-yah!" I crowed with both arms flexed as I ran up to my best friend and gave her a high-five. Dawn blushed with pride.

"It's okay," Emma told her frustrated twin sister. "It's still our ball."

Eden was a little more cautious with her next possession, driving and probing but never picking up her dribble. She REALLY wanted to win, and rather than put up a well-challenged shot she would dribble back out in search of a better shot. DJ and Emma gave her multiple screens and got us to switch our defense time and again, and she even passed them the ball a few times before they looked around and gave the ball back. One time, I was guarding DJ and thought I saw a glimmer of old fire in her eyes from our own one-on-one battles, but rather than challenge me she passed the ball back to Eden and got reset.

Finally, Eden got Dawn switched onto her, and I watched my baby sister's eyes sharpen as she realized she had our weakest defender on her. She got DJ to clear out to the corner and bring Bert with her, and she tried to bully her way past Dawn and into the lane. But my best friend stuck right with her, forcing Eden to keep the ball, dribble back out, and gather herself once more.

Rather than let Eden go one-on-one against Dawn again, Emma moved to the top of the key to set her screen.

"Right pick, right pick!" I hollered. Dawn went "over" the pick, I switched onto Eden as she came down the lane, and Eden executed her nifty fake behind-the-back pass and neatly laid it in.

"WOOO!!!"

"You go girl!"

"Dayyyyum!!!"

The gym erupted in cheers. Guys were high-fiving each other in the crowd. The score was 20-20, and the next basket would win.

After all that, what came next was pretty anti-climactic. Eden went into hero-ball mode and while her tired legs elevated her high enough over Dawn to get off her shot, she left it well short and Bert gathered the rebound underneath the basket. DJ and Eden both had crashed down the lane going after the missed basket while I'd honestly been kind of lazy and stayed put where I was just past the free throw line. Once Bert grabbed the rebound, I took two steps back behind the three-point line and Bert threw the ball out to me to clear it. And with no defender within six feet of me, I raised my hands, aimed, and fired.

Swish.

22-20.

Game over, even if we'd been playing win-by-two.

"Aww..." the crowd collectively groaned in disappointment.

"Shoulda let the girls win," some guy complained behind me, even reaching out the nudge the back of my arm.

I turned and gave him a helpless shrug. "No way could I let myself lose. My girlfriend promised me a blowjob if I won."

After blinking twice in surprise, the guy popped his eyebrows and gave me an understanding look. "Oh ... well ... in THAT case ... Good job, bro!" And he extended his hand to me for a fist-bump.

I bumped it and turned back to survey the others. Emma was consoling a visibly upset Eden while DJ and Dawn exchanged a congratulatory hug and Bert started making his way toward me.

"Um ... which one is your girlfriend? Or HIS girlfriend for that matter?" the same guy asked me from behind. Leaning in close, he stage-whispered, "More to the point: Are the other two single?"

I just smiled and shook my head.

Per routine, the six of us stopped by Bert and Lynne's place to unwind and eat. After that, the girls and I made the short walk home, and then split up to change out of our grimy clothes and get cleaned up. Once a long time ago, only once, I'd suggested that we could always shower at the gym. But DJ complained that the gym showers were disgusting, and Dawn reminded me that showering at the gym would mean I'd have to shower without a girl scrubbing my penis for me.

So yeah, we kept going home to shower.

Speaking of girls scrubbing my penis, I found myself in the tub with DJ doing the honors before squatting down and doing the scrubbing with her mouth. She ALMOST got me off, but I pulled her head back and waggled my finger at her, scolding, "Don't think you're gonna pay off your bet that easy."

DJ rolled her eyes and stood up, turning her back to me so that I could lather up my hands with soap and set to cleaning her. I chuckled to myself, thinking about the guy asking about my "girlfriend" who'd promised me a blowjob if I'd won. The bet was a non-bet if you really thought about it, since I knew DJ would end up giving me a blowjob tonight whether or not I won, just like she knew I'd pay up my end of the bet by giving her the 1-2-3-4 tongue-lashing she loved so much whether or not she'd won.

We'd started off with a three-person shower, but it was a tight fit and Dawn had stepped out first to dry off and let DJ do her mouth-scrubbing-penis thing. The elder Evans sister had wrapped a towel around her hair but didn't bother to put on any clothes as she reclined on DJ's king-size bed in a seductive pose. "My team won, so I get the 1-2-3-4 treatment first," Dawn stated smugly.

DJ had likewise wrapped a towel around her head and arched an eyebrow, glanced at me, and folded her arms beneath her naked breasts. "How about you sit on my face so -I- can give you the 1-2-3-4 treatment while he does it to me?"

Dawn immediately shook her head. "No deal. (A) It's completely different when I'm sitting upright; believe me we've tried."

"Yeah, I know. Me, too," DJ conceded.

"And (B)," Dawn continued, "I love the way you eat me, Deej, but it's not the same."

DJ snorted.

"Lying flat on my back, limbs askew in complete surrender to let him just ... DO me..." Dawn mused dreamily, her eyes unfocused and her chest rising and falling with suddenly deep breaths.

"'Surrender', that's such a great word for it," DJ sighed. "Such a small, delicate touch but ... unrelenting ... unavoidable ... overwhelmingly incessant until it ... UNGH!"

Dawn cracked a grin. "Shoulda taken the winning shot instead of passing it to Eden."

"Fine, fine. Stop gloating." DJ waved her off. Grabbing me by the arm, the younger Evans sister practically flung me at the bed while muttering, "Hurry up and get her off so I can have my turn."

Dawn shook her head. "Doesn't work like that. 1-2-3-4 isn't a fast 'get-her-off' kinda thing."

"Shut up and get started," DJ growled. "I'll just be sitting in the chair over here making my fingers disappear. And if that doesn't cut it I'm liable to head back to the gym to work on my jump shot."

Dawn giggled. "Yeah, you do that."

DJ didn't head back to the gym to work on her jump shot, but she didn't stay on the chair making her fingers disappear, either. Well, she started on the chair making her fingers disappear, but after listening to her big sister screaming helpless bloody murder for ten minutes, she got off the chair, laid down on the floor, and slid herself backwards until her head tucked between my knees.

See, I had been kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed while giving Dawn the 1-2-3-4 treatment. DJ's new position allowed her to suck my dick into her mouth and perhaps pay up for losing the bet. Or perhaps she'd gotten to the point where she didn't give a rat's ass about the bet and simply would rather make her fingers disappear while also making my cock disappear down her throat.

The problem was: DJ's blowjob was a serious distraction. The elegant simplicity of the 1-2-3-4 is its metronomic precision, never ending and never changing, either, no matter WHAT Dawn did. She squeezed her thighs around my head until I practically suffocated. She pulled my hair and nearly tore it out by the roots. But while I managed to maintain my unrelenting pace despite those kinds of pain, DJ's tongue and throat muscles had a way of ... well ... making me lose my rhythm.

So in the end, DJ got what she wanted, not that Dawn had any complaints. Unable to keep my 1-2-3-4 going, I decided to just drive Dawn up the wall and switched to mauling her clit while making MY fingers disappear. Dawn shrieked and came with me chewing on her love button while scratching her G-spot from the inside, and she rolled onto her side in a fetal position while DJ gleefully clambered out from under me and took Dawn's place on the bed.

The younger Evans girl whined about how I hadn't personally made her cum since last weekend and only gave me three-and-a-half seconds to catch my breath before grabbing my head behind my ears and yanking me down into her crotch. I stroked her legs and rubbed her tits and tummy until she calmed down enough for me to go to work.

Like Dawn, DJ's moans started out soft. 1-2-3-4 is very much a slow-build thing, without a whole lot of sensation or stimulation, almost ticklish more than erotic, at least initially.

1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4.

"Mmm..." DJ sighed, sliding her fingers into my hair. "Mmm... "

1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4.

"Yessss ... That's it..." she sighed, letting her head loll to the side as she groaned and stretched out her limbs.

1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4.

"Oh, yeah ... oh, yeah..."

Four beats per second, I flicked her clit with my tongue. No more, no less. Four beats: 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4.

"So good ... so good ... I missed this!"

1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4.

DJ didn't thrust her crotch up into my face until two minutes had gone by, but soon after that it became a regular thing. I wrapped my arms under her thighs and interlaced my fingers together on top of her abdomen just beneath her belly button, holding her down as I continued.

1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4.

DJ got her first starter orgasm, clenching up tight and straining her legs against my arms. She quivered and got a second aftershock climax before the first one had even stopped. And eight beats after that, she got a third.

"Oh, FUCK!" DJ shouted.

1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4.

The orgasms always crescendoed. Each beat was like a tiny LEGO brick, small and insignificant alone. But when stacked on top of another brick, and another brick, and another brick, always getting higher and never, ever getting shorter, DJ's pleasure grew and grew and GREW. It took a while to get there – it ALWAYS took a while to get there – but eventually she started crying, drumming her heels on my back, and spastically flailing her limbs left and right.

1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4.

"FUUUUCK! FUUUUCK! BENNN! STOPPP!!! FUUUUUCK!!!!"

1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4.

"ENOUGH! ENOUGH! STOP-FUUUUUCK!!! FUUUUUCK!!! FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!

Under normal circumstances, the word "stop" was usually enough to get me to cease and desist immediately. But these weren't normal circumstances and I knew DJ didn't actually want me to stop. Dawn had screamed the same word many times only ten minutes before, and she hadn't really wanted me to stop, either. I only did so because DJ's blowjob had proven too distracting.

1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4.

This was the "unrelenting" part of it. Unavoidable. Overwhelmingly incessant until she couldn't take it anymore.

Actually, that wasn't completely true. I was perfectly happy to keep on going WELL past the point where SHE couldn't take it anymore. What more often happened was that we eventually got to the point where -I- couldn't take it anymore, and after first spending so much time on Dawn and now spending all this time on DJ, well, I was almost there.

1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4.

At least my dick had gotten a little attention along the way, when DJ gave me that blowjob at the end of Dawn's session. Otherwise there was no way I would have lasted as long as I had, but still my ego wanted me to hold out even longer.

1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4.

"FUUUUUCK!!! FUUUUUCK!!! FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!

Suddenly, I had to close my eyes against a spray of hot, sweet-smelling liquid. DJ rarely squirted, but it had happened a few times before. Her butt thrust off the bed enough to get some air. Her eyes rolled up into her head. And one more time, she screamed with unholy power, "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!

Now, dammit, NOW!

Having reached the point where -I- couldn't take it anymore, I yanked DJ's legs apart and pushed my hands down on the mattress to vault myself up onto my feet. Grabbing hold of my throbbing dick, I pushed the head into her still-spasming slit and LUNGED, burying myself to the hilt before rapidly retracting and LUNGING again.

And again.

And again and again and again and again. It wasn't quite four beats per second, but it was pretty much the "fucking" version of 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!! DJ screamed again, her entire body shaking like a rag doll's as I pounded the hell out of her, concentrating ONLY on my own satisfaction now that I knew for sure I'd given both Dawn and DJ their own.

But I wouldn't get there, not yet. Because right when I started hammering myself down that final stretch, a new voice moaned from behind me.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!"

My head whipped around immediately. As far as I'd known, the only occupants of this room were myself, Dawn, and DJ ... and Dawn was still curled up in a fetal position on the bed. But I soon discovered that I'd been wrong as mid-stroke, I spotted Eden and Emma seated in the armchairs behind me with their bathrobes open wide, staring at me fucking the shit out of DJ while making their fingers disappear. And Eden was quite obviously thrashing in the throes of exquisite orgasm as she squealed, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

"I'm cumming too!!!" Emma squealed a moment later, finger-banging herself with fury and straining to keep her eyes open on me. But after contorting her face into all kinds of strained grimaces, my babiest of baby sisters finally clenched her eyes shut, bowed her head, and curled up into a little ball while her body jerked and spasmed and twitched.

While I got to watch the beginning of Emma's orgasm, I also watched the end of Eden's. My other baby sister unclenched her eyes and opened them up to stare at me again. Still shuddering, she pulled her fingers out of her pussy and started rubbing them against her clit instead. And in a gasping, throaty voice, she rasped, "Cum inside her! Fill her up so I can suck it out!"

I blinked twice in shock at what Eden had just suggested, but when I paused to pay attention to what I was doing, I realized that I'd never stopped pounding my dick into DJ. My hands were on my lover's hips, yanking her body against mine every time I lunged forward, and this close to my ejaculation, I didn't have time or self-control enough to give serious thought to the moral conundrum of whether or not I should stop myself while my underage baby sisters were in the room with us.

Hell, it's not like they've never seen you having sex before.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!! DJ screamed one last time as she was consumed by a monster orgasm. And when her voice died out, her eyes rolled up into her head as she passed out from pleasure overload.

Two strokes later, I slammed myself one final time into DJ's cunt and bellowed out my release. Shot after shot of scalding sperm spurted straight into her snatch while I shuddered in relief. I'd never bothered to wipe off my face, so droplets of DJ's own girlcum that had squirted onto me dripped from my chin and splattered down across her tits. And digging my toes into the rug, I strained to cram every last millimeter of my cock into her body while reveling in the ecstatic release of pent up cum.

When there was nothing left to shoot, I collapsed straight down onto DJ's limp, unconscious body, her limbs askew in complete surrender as I finished... "doing" ... her. Exhausted and drained after all that time spent eating first Dawn and then DJ 1-2-3-4, I would have been perfectly happy to lay atop DJ's perfect chest forever, but I didn't get that chance.

Someone, or maybe even two someones, rolled me off of DJ's body and onto the other side of the bed from Dawn's still unconscious form. For a few seconds, I was too tired to raise my head and see what was going on, but when I started to catch my breath I flipped my head around to rest on the other cheek and wondered in amazement at the sight of Eden's face glued like a remora to DJ's sodden snatch, noisily sucking out every last drop of spunk.

A minute later, Eden turned to meet her twin sister, with Emma grabbing Eden's head and gripping it tight while the 17-year-old girls extended their tongues and shared their big brother's sperm. It was even hotter than watching Dawn and DJ do the same thing, and despite having cum only minutes before, I felt a fresh stirring in my not-quite-satisfied shaft.

The twins didn't bother asking permission. They didn't say a single word after breaking apart their kiss and turning to stare at me with obvious hunger in their eyes. This time I knew it was two someones who rolled me onto my back, Emma grabbing my head just as fiercely as she'd grabbed Eden's before shoving her tongue down my throat. And Eden herself went straight to her object of desire, stuffing my half-hard cock into her mouth and sucking on my schlong like it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted in her young life.

With my mind blank in the aftermath of incredible ejaculation, I could only react instinctively to kiss Emma back while groaning at the hypersensitive pleasure of Eden's mouth surrounding my shaft. My hands slid onto Emma's shoulders of their own accord, yanking her bathrobe down her arms before she shrugged out of the garment herself and climbed onto my chest completely and gloriously naked. Eden had succeeded in reviving my cock to rock hardness and she began sloppily sucking on the knob while rapidly jacking her right hand up and down the rod. Wonderful pleasure shot up through my loins and flooded my brain, seeking to fill up every bit of available space so that there'd be no room for anything else. But one thought did make it through, a complimentary thought but a thought that finally made me stop and think nonetheless.

She was right: She's REALLY good at it.

Eden WAS right. She was REALLY good. The problem was, I remembered her boast because the full quote was, 'We're told we're really good at it.' As in: they'd been TOLD by other guys.

And all of a sudden, I didn't want to do this anymore.

"No, no, Emma, stop," I sputtered while breaking my lips from her kiss. My hands went to her upper arms, pressing her body away from mine while turning my own face to the side and out of her reach.

Continuing with that grip, I rolled Emma off my body and then sat up to gently reach for Eden's cheeks. Stubborn as ever, Eden refused to release my cock like a baby resisting the removal of her pacifier, but eventually I pried her off and rolled myself off the bed to put some distance between me and the naked twins.

"Girls, we talked about this!" I complained.

"You CAN'T leave us HANGING like this!" Eden hammered her fist down on the mattress.

"Hanging? You both just got off like two seconds ago!"

"You KNOW what we really WANT! It's not fair to start and then stop us all of a sudden!"

"I didn't START this in the first place! And what are you two even DOING here?"

"Are you kidding me? With all the racket Dawn and DJ were making? We've heard the three of you fucking before, and quite loudly from time to time, but Dawn was making some noises we'd never even IMAGINED, and when DJ started making those same kinds of noises a few minutes later? We HAD to come investigate!"

"You 'had' to? Somebody put a gun to your head and told you to barge in on us?"

"It wasn't like that," Emma protested, always the more apologetic one. "We just peeked in the door at first. We didn't plan to come inside."

"And yet you obviously did."

"Well, Eden said we wouldn't really be bothering you if we sat in the chairs instead of standing at the door," Emma admitted.

"I'm not going to apologize for any of it," Eden insisted. "In this house? In this family? You and Dawn and DJ and Brooke walk in on each other all the time and join in without it ever being a big deal. It's not like you're shy in front of an audience. Not like we've never seen you in action before."

"That's not the point." I sighed and rubbed my forehead, closing my eyes and ordering myself not to gawk at the twins' fantastic nude bodies. They were like the perfect melding of Dawn's and Brandi's figures, all slender and curvy, tight in all the right places while also being mouth-wateringly rounded in others.

"Then what IS the point? You still can't see us as sexual beings?"

"You're my baby sisters."

"And you're a fucking broken record! We're your sisters! So is Brooke! So is Brandi! Get OVER it! You obviously want to fuck the shit out of us and we obviously want to fuck the shit out of you! When the hell are you gonna get your fucking BRAIN out of your own fucking WAY so we can BOTH get what we really WANT!"

"It's just ... It's just..." I sputtered, grasping for something to say.

May I say something?

NO!

Shaking her head, Eden waved me off and glared at me with a fierceness that made me shut the hell up. Setting her jaw, she flared her irises, took a deep breath, and sighed, "Look, you can't get over your mental hang-up about fucking us? Fine. Don't fuck us. But what we saw you do to DJ was fucking amazing, and while you've certainly never done THAT to us before, it's really nothing more than eating us out. And let's face it, you started licking our pussies when we were a HELLUVA lot younger than we are now."

I blinked a couple of times before gulping and exhaling slowly. "Okay ... fair enough..."

"I am NOT leaving this room until you do THAT to me too," Eden declared in the same tone. "And if you do, I PROMISE I won't try to get you to fuck me tonight."

"Won't try to get me to fuck you EVER," I insisted.

"No deal. Just tonight."

"A month then?" I attempted weakly before cringing beneath her baleful glare. "A week?"

Emma chuckled and shook her head sadly. "You've already lost, don't you see? You're negotiating backwards like the most pathetic bargainer at the farmer's market."

Eden stood up from the bed. She'd already let her bathrobe drop down to her elbows, exposing her nudity from head to toe, but now she extended her arms and let the terrycloth puddle onto the floor. Calmly walking toward me, she stared me straight in the eyes with a predatory confidence that would have rivaled Taylor Brynn's. My baby sister knew exactly what she wanted, and she knew for SURE she was going to get it.

"You gave your other basketball partners pleasurable relief after a hard-fought game; now it's our turn," Eden stated firmly.

You doing something with Bert I don't know about?

Shut up, you.

Eden's eyes were hard. "I'm gonna discount you fucking and filling DJ, because that one was for you. But you worked your magic tongue on them, and that's exactly what you owe us, got it?"

"Fine," I conceded, "but you promised you wouldn't try to get me to fuck you tonight. Deal?"

Eden grinned. "Deal, but that's only for tonight. We both know what I really want, and try as you might to resist me, I'm putting on the full-court press starting tomorrow morning."

With that, Eden traced a fingertip across my forehead and down my cheek, and then cupped my chin and brought my face to hers for a kiss. It was passionate, it was intense, and she exuded such an aura of seductive maturity that I found it impossible to think of her as anything less than a grown woman ready for the world and fully capable of making up her own damned mind about what she truly wanted. The fact was: she wasn't a baby girl anymore. She was Eden, and in the end ... Eden always gets what she wants.

The hour was late, really late, when I wiped my face with the back of my hand and rolled off my knees to sit down on the floor with a heavy [thump]. Taking deep, gasping breaths, I raised my knees up and set my forearms atop them, hanging my head until I finally got enough air.

After I'd caught my breath, I looked up, sighed, and glanced around the bedroom that had once been mine when I was a college freshman, the same grade as the two girls who lived here now. Rather than go down on the twins up in DJ's bedroom while Dawn and DJ were both still asleep, I'd brought them down here to their own room to do the illicit deed. Eden had gone first, and I'd ensured that I knocked her out cold for the selfish reason that an unconscious girl can't try to make me fuck her afterward.

Once Eden's eyes rolled up into her head and she curled onto her side in a fetal position, I glanced over at the other naked twin. I knew Emma would never force me into doing anything, not even this. Likewise, I knew that if I spread her legs and placed my dick at the entrance to her pussy, she'd gladly welcome me inside. It was a very different feeling, that sense of being in control with Emma compared to my utter LACK of being in control with Eden, and for a moment I considered choosing to NOT give her the 1-2-3-4 treatment, no matter what deal I'd made with her sister.

But perhaps sensing my hesitation, Emma gave me a pouty doe-eyed look, and I melted in a heartbeat. Next thing she knew, Emma was flat on her back with her legs thrown over my shoulders while I knelt on a pillow at the foot of the bed and worked to knock her out cold too.

Unfortunately for me, Eden had somehow awoken while Emma was still screaming. So once Emma's eyes rolled up into her head and she rolled over onto her side, Eden promptly slid onto her back right in front of me, grabbed her ankles, and pulled them all the way back until her toes touched the mattress beside her head. She remembered how badly I'd needed to fuck the shit out of DJ after eating out two girls to cascading, never-ending orgasms. She remembered how the desperate mating instinct had conquered all rational thought, refusing to relinquish possession of my body until I'd creamed every last drop of sperm I had into the depths of DJ's womb.

Standing over my baby sister, my waving dick only an inch away from her wide-open pussy, I very nearly gave in. Eden stared up at me with lust, longing, and need, but she didn't speak a word.

"Eed, you promised," I wheezed, even while leaning forward to touch my cockhead to her wet pink labia.

"I'm not trying to get you to fuck me tonight," she cooed, staring up at me between her own knees. "I'm simply... offering..."

At the last possible moment, I yanked my cock away and sunk to my knees. The only way to remove temptation would be to render her unconscious again, so I didn't give Eden any slow 1-2-3-4 treatment this time. My lips, nose, and fingers all joined the party this time, with even the middle finger of my left hand pushing up Eden's winking asshole while my right hand finger-banged her cunt. And then finally... finally ... Eden's eyes closed, her screaming stopped, and her breath fell into the quiet rhythm of sleep.

I'd been wrong about removing temptation by rendering Eden unconscious. Rather than roll onto her side, my 17-year-old sister had passed out flat on her back with her legs spread wide and hanging off the end of the bed. Her gaping, wide-open pussy beckoned to me... invited me ... but I tore my gaze away from it, wiped my face with the back of my hand, and rolled off my knees to sit down on the floor with a heavy [thump]. Taking deep, gasping breaths, I raised my knees up and set my forearms atop them, hanging my head until I finally got enough air, and with precious oxygen, a little more fuel to power the higher functions of my brain.

I need to get out of here.

What? WHY? Get in there and FUCK THAT!

No, not tonight.

Why the fuck NOT?!?

Because sometimes I don't want to listen to you.

Tell me something I don't already know.

Sighing, I got to my feet and took one last look at the girls' sleeping forms. Already resolved to leave, I didn't hesitate to walk out the door and close it behind me. And though my dick still throbbed in angry need of relief, I didn't feel right about the idea of going upstairs and just plugging it into Dawn or DJ for my own selfish desire, especially if they were still asleep themselves.

No, I had a moral conundrum, and it occurred to me that there was only one other person I knew who felt the way I did. So I crossed into Dawn's bedroom, put my clothes on, and scribbled a note explaining that I'd left the house. And then I walked down to the BART station and caught a late train back to San Francisco.

Upon arrival at my apartment building, I took the elevator up to the 17th floor. The hour was late, but it was late on a Friday night. She might very well be out enjoying her single life, and in a way, I rather hoped she was. But there was only one way to find out, so I went ahead and knocked at the door.

No one responded right away, so after about a minute I knocked again. There was a bit of light behind the peephole, and when the light darkened I took a step back to make sure my face was visible. A moment later, Dayna opened the door.

"Ben? On a Friday night? This is a pleasant surprise!" she exclaimed happily. Her beautiful blue eyes lit up, her skin flushed, and she even hugged herself a little tighter, making the exposed cleavage in her scoop-neck top even more prominent than it already was.

I gave her a sheepish smile, one that apparently wiped out Dayna's initial thought that I'd shown up unannounced for a booty call. "Hey, sweetheart," I greeted without much energy. "Sorry, but I'm not actually here to see you."

Rather than look upset or disappointed, Dayna's expression was all thoughtful concern. Frowning, she asked sincerely, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, but is Brandi home? I really need to talk to her."

"Umm, sure. She might be asleep already though. Long day at work and she went into her room more than an hour ago."

I grimaced but went inside. Dayna, having showered and changed into her pajamas already, stood back and watched me knock on Brandi's door and call her name. When my sister didn't respond, I sighed and glanced back at Dayna, briefly wondering if I could talk to her about this instead, but I shook my head and dismissed that thought before I gingerly twisted the doorknob, pushed it forward, and peeked my head inside.

The room was dark save for a nightlight over by the desk. It gave me just enough illumination to slip inside the room, close the door behind me, and creep over to the bed without tripping or crashing into anything. My eyesight adjusted quickly, I settled onto my knees beside the bed, and gently traced my fingers down the side of my big sister's head while whispering softly, "Brandi? Brandi?"

Her slumber disturbed, Brandi took a deep inhaling breath, although her eyes remained closed and she didn't otherwise move. I continued stroking her head and cheek before gliding my hand down to her shoulder and giving it a gentle rub.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I probably should have let you sleep, but my head is really messed up right now and I really need my big sister."

Brandi inhaled deeply once more, and her exhalation was something of a dreamy sigh. I rubbed her shoulder gently a few times before switching to a slow stroke down her arm. She hummed in her sleep before smacking her lips and mumbling, "Mmm ... Bennnn..." It was almost a moan.

"Yeah, it's me. I'm sorry," I repeated. "I'm sorry for waking you but--"

"Mmm ... Bennn!" she murmured softly but obviously happily. Still taking deep breaths, it took Brandi a little while to pry her eyelids open, but when she finally did, she got a dreamy smile on her face that lit up the darkened room.

"Hi," I greeted softly.

"Hiii," she intoned languorously while scooting over to give me some room on the bed, patting the empty space invitingly.

I slid my butt and right knee onto the mattress, leaning over her with my left foot still on the floor. Stretching, Brandi blinked a few more times and finally opened her eyes to really look at me.

"I'm sorry," I began. "But I've got this little problem."

"Mmm," Brandi sighed dreamily as she licked her lips. "I seem to remember it being a rather big problem."

I blinked, needing a moment to catch her innuendo. I blushed and stammered, "No, not that. I need to talk to you about-- Whoa!"

"See? BIG problem," Brandi giggled through half-lidded eyes, one hand on my crotch gripping the erection that had never fully gone away.

I gently removed her hand and muttered, "Yeah, well, that's not the point. See I just came back from Berkeley and-- ah, jeez..."

Brandi had grabbed my dick again, squeezing and stroking it as she rolled onto her side and licked her lips hungrily. "So unlike you to wake me up in the middle of the night for this. So spontaneous. So naughty, disturbing your big sister's slumber ... Lucky for you I was already dreaming about us and I'm soaking wet in anticipation."

"Brandi, I didn't mean-- MMF!"

My protest was cut off as she abruptly climbed up my torso and stuck her tongue into my mouth. Yanking on my shoulders, Brandi forced me down until my head was on the pillow beside her while she continued to French kiss me with a fury. I opened my eyes and saw her tugging at the waistband of her pajama pants, and by the time she got them and her panties off, I weighed all the options and decided to just go with it.

About fucking time!

Yeah, yeah. Shut up and enjoy this.

I will!

With her own pants and underwear out of the way, Brandi broke our kiss so she could focus on mine. She didn't bother getting mine off my feet, settling for shoving them down to my knees, and she didn't bother with her shirt. Without further ado, my big sister straddled my hips, aimed Big Ben upwards, and sank herself down.

"Fuuuuuck ... yeahhhh..." she groaned with closed eyes as her tight pussy swallowed me up, the constriction of her snug vaginal walls limiting how fast she could take me in. But eventually she got fully seated, her eyes opened, and she smiled down at me as if seeing me for the first time. "Hello, little brother. What a pleasant surprise."

For a second I thought about replying, 'We need to talk'. But after all the temptations of the evening, all the longing, lustful stares at my baby sisters' underage bodies, and after listening to four different girls orgasmically scream their pretty little heads off, to start by getting myself off sounded like a good fucking plan. And if Brandi was only too happy to go for a ride, I was perfectly willing to let her.

I wholeheartedly agree!

Seriously, shut up and enjoy this.

Shutting up.

At first, Brandi closed her eyes and rolled her hips in a repetitive forward-and-back motion, not really rising or falling but just working her body around my upright pole. Eventually, she grabbed my hands and brought them up underneath her nightshirt, directing me to palm her tits and squeeze them until she finally grew tired of the restriction and tugged the offending garment over her head. And after a few more minutes of that, she bent forward to cradle my cheeks and kiss me tenderly while planting her knees onto the bed and using them to bounce herself up and down.

I chuckled inwardly, thinking of the last time I'd crept into Brooke's room and woken her up to selfishly satisfy my lust. This time it seemed more like Brandi was selfishly using me to satisfy her lust, at least until she finally rode her way to a starter orgasm, sighed, and lowered herself back down onto my chest.

"Mmm, that was nice," my big sister sighed, "but now it's your turn."

Without further ado, Brandi dismounted me and rolled onto her back. I chuckled and sat up to first remove my own shirt and then kick off my pants and shoes. When I was finally naked, I crawled on top of my big sister and bent to kiss her while she giggled and wrapped her arms around my neck.

But right when I started to lower my cock down between her thighs, Brandi abruptly twisted herself away, rolling in place until she was face-down beneath me, hugging a pillow underneath her chest. She bucked back at me with her butt until I sat up on my knees behind her, and when I stared at her world-class ass, she wiggled it at me invitingly. "C'mon, I know you love to do me this way."

I snickered and probed my wet cockhead against her pussy. "This way? Or this way?" Raising myself a little higher, I nudged my cockhead against her sphincter instead.

Brandi shuddered for a moment and glanced back at me, her lower lip quivering. Her eyelashes fluttered, and I swore she'd just had a mini-orgasm. "You naughty, naughty boy," my big sister intoned with serious heat in her voice. "Are you thinking dirrrty thoughts?"

Instead of replying, I lowered my aim and thrust my way back into her pussy, causing her to grunt from the sudden impact as her whole body rocked forward on the bed. "I'm thinking a LOT of different thoughts right now," I growled. "And yes, some of them are very dirty."

"Fuck me, little brother," Brandi crooned. "Fuck your naughty big sister and fill me with your incestuous sperm."

"I'm fucking you, big sister. I'm fucking you good."

"Yes you ARE fucking me good. So fucking, fucking good! I love it! I need it! I can't get enough of it! FUCK me, baby, FUCK me!"

"Ungh, ungh, ungh!" I grunted.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she whimpered in delight.

"You're so fucking tight," I groaned.

"I feel so fucking full," she moaned.

"It's so wrong," I growled.

"So very, very wrong," she moaned her agreement.

"It's so naughty."

"The worst kind of naughty."

"I'm taking advantage of you."

"I'm taking advantage of you! I'm the big sister! I'm the responsible elder! And I'm sexually abusing my little brother!"

"Last I checked, I'm the one doing the thrusting here."

"And you're doing such a good job ... Who's a good boy?! Who's such a good boy?!"

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" I abruptly stopped thrusting, holding myself at full depth and remaining there at the edge of losing my load. It had been WAY too long since I'd dumped my last batch into DJ's pussy and watched Eden suck it all out before snowballing the creamy jizz into Emma's mouth. I needed to calm myself down before this session got cut off short, and I fought to keep the gates closed while Brandi continued clenching her cunt around my cock as if trying to cause me to cum.

"Hang on a sec," I groaned through clenched teeth, clamping down with my Kegels as tightly as I could. "You almost made me lose it."

"-I- know what my little brother wants," Brandi chuckled. Reaching out with one hand, she tugged open the nightstand drawer, reached inside, and fished out a bottle of Astroglide. She tossed it back to me, and I caught it reflexively while she moaned, "My little brother wants to fuck his big sister up her teeny-tiny asshole. He doesn't want to lose it in his big sister's sopping wet pussy. He wants to blow his load eight inches deep in her ass! How perverted is THAT?"

It was indeed perverted, and I nearly blew my load just at the suggestion. I indeed wanted to shove my dick up my big sister's teeny-tiny asshole. And I needed the momentary break that spending time lubing her up and easing myself in would grant. So without further reply, I opened the cap, squirted a glob of lube onto her anus, and squirted some more onto my fingers so I could use them to loosen her up.

"Such a nasty little brother," Brandi crooned once I got started, "sliding your fingers into my ass and stretching me out. Are you gonna put your dirty penis inside me there? Are you gonna violate your big sister's asshole with your naked, throbbing dick? So naughty. What would Mom and Dad think? Can you imagine the scandal if they caught you sodomizing your sister? Naughty boy! Naughty boy! Naughty-- UUUUNGGGGHHH!!!"

Brandi shut up fast when my mushroom head slipped past her sphincter. Having regained my breath – and my ejaculatory control – I calmly leaned forward, applying more and more pressure, to gradually sink my thick dick inch by inch down my sister's anal canal until there were no more inches left to sink.

"Ohhh, Ben..." Brandi whimpered once I ran out of meat to cram into her bowels. She shivered, sighed, and set her cheek down on the mattress.

She'd said my name, not 'little brother'. She'd said my name, and so I said hers. "Brandi..." I intoned quietly. "I love you, Brandi."

"Mmm, I love you too..." she sighed, adjusting herself to the unaccustomed intrusion. Anal sex with Brandi was still a rare thing. She didn't derive much physical pleasure from the act, her desire for it borne almost entirely from the knowledge of its naughty perversion. And she further reaffirmed this idea when she moaned, "I love feeling you this deep inside me, this intimately connected to me, in a place that will only ever be yours."

"Only mine. MY ass."

"YOUR ass," Brandi confirmed, clenching her butthole around me before pushing back with her hips. "YOUR ass."

"MY ass," I repeated, beginning a slow tempo. "MY ass ... My big sister's ass ... All mine ... Just for me ... Only ever for me..."

"Forever yours ... For my little brother ... Because I love you ... Because we're family ... Because you're so special to me ... My ONLY brother ... So only EVER for you..."

"I love you, Brandi."

"I love you, Ben. Now make love to my ass. Fill it with your seed. Make love to me and stretch me and pound me and ream me and don't ever fucking stop until you cream my colon with your cum!!!"

"Ungh-ungh-ungh!" I grunted.

"Fuck! My! Ass!" she grunted back.

"Ungh-ungh-ungh!"

"Fuck! My! Ass! Fuck! My! Ass! Fuck! My! Ass!"

"So wrong! So wrong!" I whimpered.

"So wrong! Completely wrong!" Brandi moaned back.

"But I'm your brother! It's not right!"

"And I'm the OLDER one! It's completely not right!"

"Then why are we doing this!"

"Because we WANT to do it! Because we LOVE to do it! Because it's fucking AMAZING and I NEVER WANNA FUCKING STTTOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPP!!!"

Howling at the headboard, Brandi threw her head back and came. Her spine arched, her butt clenched, and she hammered her ass back at me like one of those paint shakers at the Home Depot.

No amount of clamping down with my Kegels would keep this ejaculation at bay. When my sister's anal muscles started milking me, all I could do was grab onto her hips and hold on for the ride. Her bucking butt bounced my knees off the bed a few times, but I kept my dick deeply delved within her depths and whimpered in exquisite agony as burst after burst of creamy cum hosed down Brandi's backdoor canal.

"UUUUUGGGGGHHHH!" she screamed, thrashing beneath me in climactic release.

"UNNNGGGGHHH!!" I groaned back, firing wad after wad of spunk into the deepest depths of my big sister's butt.

"UUUUUGGGGGHHHH!" she screamed again, still spasming in orgasmic satisfaction.

"UNNNGGGGHHH!!" I groaned some more, blasting away until every last drop of sperm had evacuated from my balls and into Brandi's anal cavity instead.

And then we collapsed.

1... 2... 3... 4...

5... 6... 7... 8...

No, I wasn't flicking my tongue against Brandi's clit with metronomic precision, but the seconds ticked away one after the other until what felt like an hour had passed. We didn't lie there for an hour of course, but it was a long time before either of us said anything. And Brandi's breathing eventually went quiet enough that I wondered if she'd fallen back asleep.

My cock had shriveled up but not quite popped free of my sister's lewdly-stretched asshole. But I pulled it out as I rolled off her and came to rest on my side looking at her face. Her eyes were closed, and she had a dreamy expression, but she murmured in contentment, "That ... was amazing."

"Yes ... it was," I agreed.

Taking a deep breath, she sighed and added, "I can't imagine a world where I don't get to do that with you."

"Really? After all the times you've tried to get us to stop?"

Blinking slowly, Brandi opened her eyes to look at me. "Just my head getting in the way of my heart. You're my brother, and we're not 'supposed' to do what we just did. 'They' would frown on it, but who the hell are 'they'? Who are these imaginary people I decided have more influence on my life than you and me? -I- say that I LOVE my brother. And -I- get to decide in what way I choose to express that love, alright?"

"Even if 'they' think it's so wrong?"

"Even so. Because you and I know it's so right." And with that, my sister leaned forward to kiss me.

Eventually, Brandi pulled her head back. Smiling dreamily at me, she blinked a few times before frowning and picking her head up once more. "When you first came in..." she muttered in confusion. "You didn't come here to fuck me. You ... you wanted to talk about something?"

I chuckled, shook my head, and kissed her again. "Nevermind that. No big deal, and I can explain later. Right now, I think you're all the answer I needed."