Chapter 18: Merry Birthday l

-- TUESDAY, DECEMBER 25, 2007 --

"Right pick, right pick!"

Hearing the warning, I darted forward to close the gap between me and Mike Fukuzaki, the ball-handler. He dribbled to his left and I followed, moving over the top of his brother Nick's screen to keep myself close enough to bother Mike's shot. Kim, my teammate, stayed where she was for an extra second to discourage Mike from attempting to drive to the basket. At the same time, Nick left his position and rolled down the lane, looking for a pass. And seeing him, Mike picked up his dribble and prepared to lob the ball over his sister's head.

But Kim had only feinted staying in position, and she was already backpedaling in anticipation of the pass. Rather than throw the ball into a sure interception, Mike held onto it. But since he'd already picked up his dribble, he was left with nowhere to go.

Fortunately for Mike, his brother Nick raced back out to the top of the key to receive a pass safely behind the three-point line. I turned my head to watch the pass go by, and at that very moment, Mike cut hard to the basket behind me.

Kim had followed Nick out past the free-throw line, so Mike had plenty of open space. The only warning I had was Nick's eyes going wide just before he lobbed a pass over Kim's head and right under the basket, giving me a split second to recognize what was going on and belatedly chase after Mike.

Mike collected the pass just under the rim and quickly scooped his right hand out to bank in the reverse layup with a little English on it. But during that time I had closed the gap, launched myself into the air, and swung my arm out into the open air above him.

Mike's shot only traveled six inches up before my palm connected with it and swatted the bright orange sphere against the wooden fence surrounding the backyard. It impacted with a loud 'thunk' and bounced back onto the concrete court.

"Booyah!" I crowed. "Get that weak shit outta here!"

Mike scowled and walked away. Nick jogged over to collect the ball. Kim laughed as she came over to give me a low-five. And Mr. Fukuzaki clapped from his spot on a lounge chair, BJ squirming in his lap. The family patriarch was trying to coax BJ into clapping for his parents as well.

I slapped Kim's hand with my own and smiled. Mike and Nick still got the ball, since I'd knocked it out of bounds, but their next play didn't fare any better when Mike blew an easy layup because he was worried about me blocking him again and Kim secured the rebound. She threw the ball out to me, I pump-faked Mike at the three-point line to get him to jump in the air, and I dribbled down to the free-throw line. Nick feinted like he was going to challenge me, but he backed away to cover a potential pocket pass to Kim. So instead, I took one more dribble and put up a floater from just in front of the rim, watching with satisfaction as it swished through the net to win the game.

Though obviously disappointed to lose, Mike and Nick didn't take it personally. They congratulated me and Kim, and then prepared to start another game. But eldest brother John's wife, Mary, came out of the house with their infant daughter Sarina perched on her hip, and announced that it was time for us to get cleaned up. Lunch would be ready soon.

There were four of us who needed to get cleaned up but only three showers in the house. Trying to be polite, I offered to wait for the others, but citing their responsibilities as hosts, Mr. Fukuzaki insisted I go first. John cracked that Nick and Mike could share one together. Mike cracked back that it made more sense for me and Kim to share one together, but Mr. Fukuzaki glowered at his youngest son, which put an end to that idea.

Kim and I blushed at each other awkwardly. It wasn't like we'd never taken a shower together before, and if we'd been at home right now we probably would, but it wouldn't be appropriate for us to do so in her father's house. I repeated that the three of them could go first, Mr. Fukuzaki said that I really should go first, and Nick finally said he wasn't going to argue about it anymore, so he headed off to the first floor hallway bathroom without further ado. Kim then went up to the master bath, and Mike decided to rock-paper-scissors me for the other upstairs bathroom. Mike won, and didn't get any further argument from his father. I suppose even Mr. Fukuzaki can't overrule rock-paper-scissors.

I hung around the living room with the kids, trying not to sweat on anything. Mike was actually the first one done, and he called down the stairs that the shower was free. I headed upstairs, took my shower, and changed back into my regular clothes. I'd planned to go right back downstairs to the living room, but babbling toddler noises from the direction of Kim's bedroom drew my attention and I walked down the hall to peek inside. Sure enough, BJ was sitting on the floor playing with some of his new Christmas presents while his mama watched over him.

"Heyyy, little man," I greeted.

BJ looked back at me, cheering in a tiny voice, "Da-da!" But a second later he returned his attention back to his brand new trucks, and for the moment I was virtually ignored. I didn't take it personally; he wasn't paying any attention to Kim, either.

"Hey, great game," I greeted my baby mama before leaning down for a kiss while she continued to brush the tangles out of her wet hair.

She pecked me and patted the bed beside her.

I sat down, looked over at my son, and brought my attention back to her. "I figured you'd be downstairs in the living room. Samuel and BJ were playing together earlier." One of the highlights of my day had been to watch my son playing with and bonding with his cousins, John and Mary's kids Samuel (age 5) and Sarina (not yet 1).

"Not anymore. Samuel's been doing well playing the role of 'big brother' for BJ – I think he enjoys having a younger 'sibling' to boss around who can actually respond and his sister is too small to actually play with. But when I got downstairs after my shower, he was getting a little rough, crashing their toys into each other and making pretend explosions. I warned him to be gentle around the babies, but after a minute, I figured it was just best to give them a break from each other, so I brought BJ upstairs."

I nodded my understanding.

"Besides," Kim added. "This way you can tell me all about your Lake Tahoe trip."

I snorted. "Haven't you already interrogated my other girls about the trip?"

"I never interrogate anyone."

"But you keep tabs on me by interviewing everyone around me."

"Of course. I'm me." She flashed that Mona Lisa smile.

"So why do you need me to tell you about the trip?"

"Because I like to get multiple perspectives and combine them all together to form a complete picture in my head. Now spill."

"You sound awfully interrogative right now."

Kim glowered at me and raised both eyebrows expectantly.

I laughed and shrugged. "So what did the girls already tell you?"

"Bits and pieces. Mostly I talked to Dawn. Brandi already explained she wasn't around you much. And Dayna didn't really have much new to say that Dawn hadn't already told me."

I nodded. Dawn and Kim had always been on really good terms dating back to when I'd first made Kim my girlfriend while already in a relationship with Dawn. During the year that I'd been avoiding Dawn, Kim had been keeping my now-best friend informed of the things going on in my life. And Brandi had long viewed Kim as a surrogate big sister to me, someone who had my best interests at heart and would look after me whenever Brandi herself wasn't around.

"So tell me about Kenzie Campbell," Kim began. "Apparently she lives fairly close by. Are you going to see her again anytime soon?"

I chuckled. "We have a date set for Friday night."

"Should I begin factoring her into my long-term plans?"

"What? No. Not yet at least." I shook my head and gave Kim an amused look. "I have no idea where things are going to end up with Kenzie. She's pretty, she's fun to be around, and she's in love with my cock. We had an amazing time in Tahoe together, but that was very much a vacation fling. We barely know each other and need time and opportunity to figure out if we still click back here in the real world: where we're not around each other 24/7, sharing a mountain retreat bedroom, and having wild and crazy orgies every night. I'll see her again on Friday, but for all I know the passion will have died out by then."

"For all you know, absence will only make the heart grow fonder. She sent you a text while you were in the shower."

"Really?" I fumbled in my jeans pocket for my phone only to find it wasn't there.

"On the desk." Kim pointed.

I frowned. "When did you get in the habit of swiping my phone?"

She shrugged. "I always have. What, you think I don't read all your text messages?"

"A bit stalkerish, you think?"

"I'm the mother of your son; I get to snoop. And it's only because I love you and look out for your well-being." Kim's Mona Lisa smile was back.

"Riiight," I drawled, shaking my head as I retrieved my phone. But I wasn't mad actually, or even annoyed. Kim was just being ... Kim. "How'd you even get my passcode?"

Kim snorted and leveled me with a look, as if it should be obvious that she'd figured out my passcode.

I sighed. "You know, I could command you to stop snooping around my phone."

"Indeed you could, sir. And yet I don't think you will."

I arched an eyebrow and thought about it, really thought about it, if nothing else than to prove her wrong. A man has the right to his own privacy after all. And yet...

You've already let her into your life this much. She is the mother of your son. She is just looking out for your well-being. If there's anyone in the world you can trust with this stuff, it's her.

Sighing, I shook my head. "Just ... don't go telling everybody what you read on my phone, alright?"

"Acknowledged."

I snorted, typed in my passcode, and read my messages. Kenzie's text wasn't anything to worry about. She'd written a short note to wish me a Merry Christmas was all, and I quickly typed my own Merry Christmas in return.

Looking over my shoulder, Kim frowned and asked, "That's it? Two words? You should at least say that you're thinking of her or missing her or something."

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Fine, fine." I quickly typed that I was thinking of her (which was technically true since Kim and I had just been discussing her) and looked forward to seeing her again on Friday. I hit SEND and then stuffed my phone into my pocket lest Kim try to goad me into typing any more.

"So do you like her?"

"Huh?"

"Kenzie."

"Of course I like her. I wouldn't be seeing her on Friday if I didn't, with your permission, of course."

Kim ignored the jab. "But even if you're not sure if this relationship will be going anywhere, even if you're waiting until Friday to see if the chemistry still exists, what are your intentions toward her? What do you hope happens? From the way you describe it, you sound rather ambivalent about whether or not things continue with her. Like, if you two still click, that's great; but if you don't, then no big deal."

I sighed. "What do you want from me? Kenzie and I had a great weekend, but I'm not exactly in a stable emotional place to think about starting a serious relationship with anyone. I haven't forgotten that my fiancée broke off our engagement and took our mutual girlfriend with her – and still hasn't come back from Hawaii yet, by the way – that Dayna ended our official relationship, and that DJ even asked me to marry her before I broke her heart and told her it was never gonna happen."

"DJ asked what now?" Kim sat up straight and gave me a dangerous 'you'd-better-fucking-tell-me-NOW' kind of look.

I blinked. "You didn't know?"

"No, I didn't know!" she blurted, but after a second, Kim leaned her head back, furrowed her eyebrows, and looked thoughtful. "Dawn told me to call her when I had more time to chat. We only had time for a quick update before, and this must've been what she meant."

I shrugged.

Kim smiled. "Okay then, you tell me about it."

But just then, Mary called up the stairs. "Lunch is ready!"

Saved by the bell.

Kim, BJ, and I rejoined the others, although Kim gave me a serious look that clearly stated she would not be letting me off the hook that easily. Still, she managed to keep a lid on her curiosity for the rest of our visit with her family.

Christmas lunch with the Fukuzakis was delicious, and I gobbled up a lot of food quite quickly. It was a good thing I did, because BJ got antsy and absolutely refused to remain in his high chair any longer, so I left the table early to take him to play in the family room and let Kim stay to finish the meal with her family. I stayed there for another hour, joined halfway through by Kim, Mary, Samuel, and baby Sarina while the guys wound up staying around the dining table having a long conversation with their father about the future. From what I could overhear, Dad and John were nagging the two younger men about girlfriends, settling down, and giving their father a few more grandchildren. Additionally, Mike was getting crap about his current career trajectory.

I guess all families are kind of the same.

In any case, I spent most of my time playing with the boys while Kim fawned all over little Sarina. The girl wasn't that much younger than BJ, but she was still a baby. Not for the first time, I found myself wishing I could give Kim more children, and a daughter to call her own, but it just wasn't meant to be.

Eventually, Mary went to go remind her husband that they still needed to drive up to the East Bay and visit her family for Christmas dinner. The timing also made sense for me, Kim, and BJ to head over to MY parents' place for Christmas dinner. Brandi, Dayna, and I had taken Brandi's Camry down south, and they'd dropped me off with the Fukuzakis this morning. Kim had driven Adrienne's Porsche Cayenne to her father's house last Friday, so now I drove it and my little family over to my parents' new home.

Of course, Kim interrogated me about DJ for the entire drive. Thankfully, it was a relatively short trip.

The Evans house was larger than the one my Mom and Dad had bought, and was perhaps better suited for a large gathering, with a formal living room for hosting in addition to a comfortable family room for watching TV. But though my parents had downsized houses to a smaller place now that all five of their kids were out on their own, it was still the "new" house. And much in the same way Mom had been eager to host her first Thanksgiving in it, she was now hosting her first Christmas in it. They hadn't gone all out on decorations or anything, but there were still plenty of lights and wreaths and a big artificial tree in the living room with presents stacked under it, around it, and overflowing dangerously close to the fireplace.

Dawn announced our arrival when Kim and I walked in the front door with BJ, and Mom came scurrying out from the kitchen still in her apron to immediately give us hugs. She fussed over BJ, and I delivered the nice bottle of wine Mr. Fukuzaki had sent along as a Christmas present for my family. After that, Brooke and DJ picked up BJ, and Mom let me go into the great room with the big screen TV where my dad and Jack Evans already sat. I greeted both men, Jack handed me a beer, and I settled onto the couch. Whereas Thanksgivings were all about football, Christmas Day was a basketball day, and the Lakers were hosting the Suns.

Unlike the Evans family home, with its formal living room and separate family/TV room, my parents' house had one large great room with an open kitchen layout and the big dining table in-between. My dad was in his La-Z-Boy armchair, and there was still enough room for a full-size couch and a loveseat in an L-shape as well. Deanna Evans was with my mom in the kitchen. Brooke and DJ were chatting at the dining table. Brandi and Dayna collected BJ and Kim, and they all went to my dad's first floor office to have BJ unwrap some of his new toys early and let him play without the distraction of the TV around. I didn't immediately see the twins.

But right at the end of the first half, the twins made their presence known when Eden dropped onto the couch cushion beside me and gave me a hug while Emma sat on the armrest and hugged me from the other side, giving me a sister sandwich. I chuckled and patted them back, asking, "Where've you been?"

"We were upstairs playing WoW," Eden explained.

"After we finished, we went to play with the baby for a while," Emma continued.

"He's not a 'baby' anymore," I corrected.

Emma shrugged. "We'll probably keep calling him a 'baby' until you get around to having another one of them, and then we can call the new baby 'the baby' and BJ can get promoted to--"

"Rugrat," Eden finished with a smirk. "We'll start calling BJ a rugrat."

I laughed and patted Eden's arm. In response, my sister grabbed my hand and started pulling me off the couch. "C'mon, we wanna show you something."

Immediately, I gave her a stern look.

"What?" She stared me down directly, almost daring me to say something that Dad or Jack Evans might overhear.

With a sigh, I shrugged and let the girls each grab one of my hands and pull me off the couch. Only after we got out of earshot did Eden lean in and mutter quietly, "ReLAX. Our birthday is tomorrow. You think we waited 33 days just to start something early?" She waggled her eyebrows teasingly.

My eyes were mere slits. "You don't exactly have the best reputation for being patient."

"We really do mean we want to show you something," Emma explained. "C'mon, it's halftime anyway. You'll be back by the start of the third quarter."

The twins then let go of my hands and skipped ahead of me toward the stairs. We passed my dad's office on the way, and I poked my head in to check on the others. BJ was engrossed in his new toys, which included several Thomas the Tank Engine trains, and I waved both hello and goodbye when Brandi and Dayna looked up at me. Then I followed after the twins.

The master bedroom, a guest room, the laundry room, and a hallway bathroom were upstairs. Eden and Emma took me into the guest room, their two laptop computers still on the desk. At first, I wondered if they were going to show me something to do with their game. But Emma closed the door behind me, Eden snaked her arms around my neck, and she promptly tackled me onto the bed while shoving her tongue into my mouth.

Automatically, I kissed her back for a moment but quickly got my bearings and pried her off me. "Eden!" I hissed. "We talked about this!"

"ReLAX. I'm not gonna mount you," Eden insisted.

"Again..." Emma muttered.

Eden shot her a dirty look but then looked back down at me. "That's for tomorrow, remember?"

"Of course I remember," I sighed, sitting up on the bed as Eden backed away and stood beside Emma. "We've already planned this. You girls text me after your big birthday party with your friends ... I'll pick you up and take you out."

"You still haven't told us where we're going," Emma pouted.

"And I'm not GOING to tell you where we're going. That's why they call it a 'surprise'."

Emma crossed her arms over her chest and huffed at me like a tween.

"You can surprise us all you want tomorrow," Eden said reasonably. "We promised we would let you do this your way, whatever made you comfortable, and we're not going to interfere. But that's tomorrow, and you have to understand that now that we're so, so close, the anticipation is KILLING us."

"KILLING us," Emma repeated, still huffy. "And keeping your plans a secret isn't helping. At least if you said you were just gonna come into our bedroom after the party and get it over with, we'd at least know what to expect and could wrap our heads around that."

"Not ruining the surprise," I stated evenly, my arms crossed, my jaw set, and my eyelids half-shut.

Emma rolled her eyes.

"ANYways," Eden continued, "that's tomorrow. This is today."

"You said you wanted to show me something," I sighed. "And that I'd be back in time for the third quarter."

"And you will," Eden explained, "if you stop interrupting."

Taking a deep breath, I leaned back and planted my hands on the mattress. Resigned, I silently gestured with my chin and eyes for Eden to proceed.

Now Eden and Emma shared a sly smile. Emma began, "What we wanted to show you..."

" ... was this," Eden finished. Each girl promptly raised the hem of her dress up to her chest, revealing that they were both without panties underneath.

"We just shaved them this morning," Emma chirped excitedly, showing off her completely hairless still-jailbait pussy, although she'd be 18 and legal in a few hours. Her puffy pink lips were already spread apart a little with excitement, and in the room's lights I caught the glistening of moisture.

"And we wanted to show you these, too," Eden added, turning around and bending over at the waist. Emma did the same, and my eyes bugged out to see that both girls had butt-plugs inserted up their assholes, Eden's in lime green and Emma's in hot pink. Eden even reached over to grab the pink plastic ring protruding out from Emma's anus, using it to wiggle the plug around the inside of her baby sister's butt.

Emma moaned until Eden stopped messing around with her butt plug, and Eden stood up to smile at me. "You have NO idea how horny we are right now." And with that, she climbed onto the bed and pushed me flat on my back so she could kiss me again.

This time, I let her kiss. Moments later, I felt Emma fumbling with my pants button and zipper. I was already rock hard. A few seconds after that, Emma started shoving as much of my dick into her throat as she could.

To be fair, the girls got me back in time for the start of the third quarter. The whole thing was basically a non-coital quickie, just enough to take the edge off for all of us. Eden stopped kissing me and slid up so she could lower that freshly-shaven twat down onto my lips. She liked me licking her well enough, and she bent over and planted her left foot on the mattress so I had enough room to push a couple of fingers into her as well. But what really set her off was me grabbing that butt-ring and wiggling the plug within her still-virgin asshole.

Emma was next, flat on her back sucking her twin sister's girlcum out of her twat while I knelt at the foot of the bed and did the same thing to her I'd been doing to Eden. But it wasn't me messing around with the butt-plug she loved so much as me fitting three fingers into her wet pussy, palm-up, and curling them as if beckoning her to 'come hither'.

After that, the twins knelt in front of me and traded off sucking my knob while the other played around with my balls and stroked the shaft. I wound up unloading into Emma's mouth, but she happily snowballed it back and forth with her twin sister. The whole event from entering the room to exit took less than ten minutes, the girls were so primed to explode, and I still had enough time to wash my face and make sure I looked presentable before I went back downstairs. The girls had it even easier, with the excuse of their computer game reason enough for them to stay upstairs. And I returned to the living room with no one the wiser of what had just taken place in that bedroom.

I think.

Not important. The rest of Christmas turned out to be a pretty casual day. The parentals had been busy prepping for and then executing their party or watching the game (Lakers won). We had one big group dinner together, and there wasn't any wild and crazy orgy for us "kids" afterward, not even in the Evans' gazebo jacuzzi. Things between me and the girls had changed a lot between Thanksgiving and today.

After dinner, everyone split up to head to their respective homes. Those of us who had gone on the Tahoe trip were pretty exhausted, and rather sexed out to be perfectly honest. Dayna, Brandi, Kim, BJ, and I would drive back to San Francisco. And Dawn, DJ, Brooke, Eden, and Emma would be heading back to Berkeley.

But not until after the twins gave me one last goodbye.

The ten of us had already wished our final season's greetings to our parents and left the house. Given how much wine the four parentals had consumed, I had a pretty good idea of what was going to happen in there now that all the 'kids' were gone. The rest of us were exchanging our own goodbyes out on the driveway when Eden slipped her hand into mine and nonchalantly led me a little further away from the others, around to the other side of the Cayenne where we were more or less blocked from view by the SUV, the house, and the fence separating us from our closest neighbors. Emma followed after. And then my baby sister slid her arms around my neck and gave me a passionate, but very short, kiss. "We'll see you tomorrow night," Eden murmured quietly as she stepped back.

Suddenly, my other baby sister slid her arms around my neck and I received an equally passionate, and equally short, kiss. "I can barely wait," Emma added.

I smiled and nodded. "You've waited this long. One more night won't kill you."

"Not sure I'll be able to sleep," Emma chittered excitedly. "Those Ben Juniors are gonna get a workout when we get home."

I blushed and glanced around to make sure we weren't being watched. "Get a good night's sleep if you can. Again, text me after your birthday party is over and I'll come pick you up."

"You still won't tell us where we're going?" Emma asked hopefully.

"It's a surprise, remember? I can hardly take my own sisters out to a romantic dinner, but I do intend to do my best to put you in the mood."

"For you, we're always in the mood," Eden drawled with a smile.

I chuckled. "Tomorrow night. I'll see you then."

The twins each gave me a final peck goodbye, and I headed over to where Kim had started buckling BJ into his car seat in the Porsche.

BJ conked out on the drive home, and though he woke up in transit from the parking garage to his bedroom, Kim and I changed him into his PJs and thankfully got him back down again. Then Kim and I went through the Jack-N-Jill bathroom into my room, changed out of our clothes, and I made sure to make sure my baby mama knew how much I'd missed her.

-- WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 26, 2007 --

The early morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat. We were spooned together, and I pressed my bare chest against her back, only the thin cotton of her T-shirt separating me from her naked skin. My right arm hugged her, my hand squeezing her firm breast in my palm, and I felt my heartbeat speed up just a bit from the naughty thrill of fondling her in her sleep.

Releasing her breast, I slid my hand along the side of her body, down to her narrow waist and back up the rollercoaster curve of her hips. I stopped my hand at the top of the hill, gently holding her in place while I reflexively ground my erection into the cleft of her bare, panty-less ass. At the same time, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her hair, smelling her sweet fragrance. And I exhaled softly as my body warmed up to make erotic dreams into reality.

I was horny as hell, but I took slow, deep breaths to remind myself to keep moving at a measured pace so that I didn't wake her. After pausing a few seconds to make sure I had full control of myself, my hand resumed its route down her hip and along her outer thigh, circled around her knee, and then slid back upward, this time along her inner thigh, to finally reach the moist folds within.

She was already wet, most likely the remnants of last night's activities more than the result of my brief ministrations this morning. She moaned in her sleep as I fondled her, but didn't wake. I'd done this enough times to enough girls to be pretty good at teasing their senses without quite crossing the line to waking them up. My fingers grazed over the top of her clit, causing her to instinctively shove her ass back against my erection. The tip of my middle finger found the groove of her pussy lips, gliding along it until it felt a point of weakness, and there it penetrated. But it was only a short dip, enough to gather a little moisture before pulling back and spreading that moisture along the length of her furrow before returning and dipping once more. Again, I spread that moisture along her lips, repeating the process until she felt sufficiently lubricated. After dipping one more time, I let my finger glide higher along until I found that her little ball of pleasure had begun to peek out from under its hood. And ever so gently, I touched my moistened finger to it.

I kept this up for about five minutes. I could have probably kept her going even longer, but her pussy was already a furnace, her labia were widely parted and showing plenty of pink, and her whole body trembled. There was no need to delay any further.

The temptation to shift my hips, nudge Big Ben into position, and skewer her from behind was absolutely incredible. But I knew what I was supposed to do, and penetrating her in her sleep like this wasn't it. I paused for a few more seconds to make sure I had full control of myself, and after a few calming deep breaths, I slid myself further down into the covers, gently rolled her onto her back, and got down on my belly between her spread legs.

My lips and tongue fully wrapped around her clit, two of my fingers pushed into her pussy, and with a start, she jerked awake, absolutely SCREAMING her orgasm.

"OOOOHHHHWWWWAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Emma howled, her legs slamming shut around my ears like a Venus Flytrap, her hands suddenly atop my head with her fingernails scratching my skull, and her entire pelvis thrusting off the mattress with enough force to snap my neck had I not been prepared.

But I HAD been prepared. This wasn't the first time I'd tried doing this to a girl after all, and I'd planted my left forearm across my now 18-year-old baby sister's waist to try and hold her down when she came, or at least lessen the force of her pelvic lunge. It worked, my neck didn't snap, and I kept chewing on her clit to maximize the power of her orgasm while she started drumming her heels against my back and scratched up my skull with her fingernails enough to draw a little blood.

A minute later, Emma's first climax of her birthday started to wane, and as her abdominal muscles unclenched, her butt dropped back down onto the mattress. I didn't stop sucking on her clit though, keeping her primed and ready. I also now removed my left forearm from across her waist, and rather casually switched holes, using those two well-lubricated fingers from my right hand to push into my baby sister's virgin asshole while pushing three dry fingers from my left hand into her pussy instead. And within another minute, I had her screaming again.

"OOOOHHHHWWWWAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" she howled once more. Her legs snapped shut around my ears like a Venus Flytrap again, but at least this time her scratching fingernails didn't gouge my skull out any further.

A minute after THAT, Emma's second climax of the day started to wane. But this time, I stopped chewing on her clit and also pulled my fingers out of both her holes. Quickly, I scrambled up her body, notched my throbbing cockhead into place at the gaping open entrance to my baby sister's wet paradise, and I THRUST.

For the first time ever ... I was deep inside her.

And Emma screamed AGAIN.

"OOOOHHHHWWWWAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

Three times, I pumped my cock in and out of her, but only three times. Those three were kinda for me, to enjoy the feelings of her orgasmically-clenching cunt squeezing and spasming around my sensitive shaft. But I also wanted to do it for her, to maximize the pleasure of her third climax of the day. But they were slow pumps, and I felt her orgasm waning by the end of the third, so I stopped pumping and instead came to rest at full depth, my pelvic bone pressed up tightly against my baby sister's bare-shaven twat.

And this time, Emma could actually speak.

"You're here..." she gasped, eyes bright and wide and filled with elation. Her hands were on my hips, tugging downward to keep me inside her.

"I'm here," I chuckled warmly.

"Am I dreaming?"

"Not a dream. Merry Birthday, Emma."

"You're really here..." she breathed. Her hands slid a little lower, rubbing my naked ass. I felt her inner muscles milking my cock, and she added in the same tone of disbelieving wonder, "You're really in me..."

"I'm really in you," I confirmed just as warmly.

"I feel so full..." she groaned, closing her eyes to concentrate on the sensations while sliding her hands up my back and hooking them over my shoulders from behind. She tucked her ankles inside of mine, wrapping her legs around mine to tighten our joining even more.

"I've heard that before," I chuckled.

"I've never said that before." She opened her eyes again, the irises absolutely sparkling. She sighed dreamily, "You're my first, big brother. You finally got my virginity."

"I'm your-- Wait, what?" My head jerked back, my eyes popped open wide, and my jaw dropped. "I finally got your... What?!?"

"She's a virgin," Eden panted from beside us on the queen-size bed, awash with the afterglow of her own recent orgasm. "Well, she WAS."

"WHAT?!?"

Giggling, Eden patted Dawn's head, where my best friend continued to eat her out. In fact, Dawn had gone after Eden right at the same time I'd been going after Emma, and we'd timed things to wake the twins up together. Still panting, Eden explained, "She waited for you. All this time, Emma waited for YOU."

I stared down at Emma, shock running freely across my face.

"You're not mad, are you?" My baby sister asked quietly, wincing in obvious anxiousness.

"Mad? What? No, absolutely not. I just..." I sputtered. "I'm ... I'm confused. You both said you weren't virgins anymore."

"We've done ... stuff..." Emma stammered, "and we busted each other's cherries a long time ago. I don't claim to be completely innocent, but Eden's done a little more than me. I've given blowjobs and I've let boys go down on me. But I always knew I wanted to wait for this ... to wait for you."

"Oh, Emma. Oh my sweetie." I hugged my baby sister, bear-hugged her really, like I'd never want to let her go. But I did let her go a few seconds later, keeping my arms wrapped around her but pulling back just far enough so I could kiss her instead. And when I pulled back from that, I gave her an amazed but honest look, stating, "I'm honored. I'm thrilled. You didn't have to. But ... WOW! ... I'm your first?" I was still in shock.

Giggling now, Emma pecked my nose and nodded while clenching those inner muscles around my still-imbedded dick. She rubbed my back and murmured, "My first real one. I've had various Ben Junior replicas of your dick inside me LOTS of times. It's how I knew the real you would be a perfect fit."

Presently, Dawn climbed out from underneath the blankets and Eden rolled onto her side to look at us. Dawn's face was SOAKED in girlcum, but she was laughing and grinning about it.

Eden frowned. "Ben, I thought you were supposed to pick us up tonight."

I waggled my eyebrows. "Surpriiise..."

Emma sighed and squeezed me with all four limbs. "The BEST surprise EVER."

I shrugged and looked at Eden. "You did TELL me this was Emma's fantasy: Waking her up in bed on her birthday by crawling under her sheets and sticking my tongue up her twat. Eating her to a few starter orgasms before climbing on top of her and finally, finally letting her feel me deep inside her."

Emma's eyes popped. "You TOLD him?"

"I told you?" Eden looked just as surprised as Emma.

"You don't remember?" I arched an eyebrow. "That whole bit about fantasies after the strip chess game?"

"I did?" Eden frowned again. "I remember talking about the Garden of Me, and the wild stuff about ball gags and our still-virgin assholes. But I don't remember telling you Emma's fantasy."

"Really?!"

Eden blushed and looked down. "Well, a lot kinda happened right after that." From the way Eden looked, it was clear she still had a lot of remorseful guilt over that afternoon, even now.

Emma reached out and squeezed her twin sister's hand. "I'm glad you told him. It meant he was able to give me my ultimate fantasy, and I had no idea it was coming! Couldn't be any more perfect than this."

"Well, it could be a little more perfect," I suggested. "We're still not really moving. And when I came up with this idea in my head, it involved a lot less talking and a lot more actual movement ... You know: in-and-out and in-and-out until I have you screaming at the top of your lungs in unbearable ecstasy?"

Emma giggled and squeezed me with her internal muscles again. "Mmm ... sounds wonderful. What do you say you and I get to THAT part of your plan, hmm?"

"Wait, does your plan include doing me this morning, too?" Eden asked hopefully.

"Absolutely," I replied. "Basically, the plan involves fucking the shit out of both of you, with Dawn's help of course, until neither of you can walk straight."

Emma giggled. "It's so kinky that you brought Dawn for this too."

I laughed. "You're gonna have to struggle to get through your own birthday party without your friends asking you weird questions about WHY you're having trouble walking straight. And tonight, AFTER your birthday party, THEN we're gonna take care of your anal virginities, so that you REALLY won't be able to walk straight come morning."

"I like this plan," Emma sighed, tightening all four limbs around me and searing her lips across mine. "Take me to heaven, big brother."

"As ordered, young miss..."

Fifteen minutes later, Emma and I were still going at it, working up a sweat with me trying to hold onto my own ejaculation until Emma was ready to get her next one, so we could cum together.

Dawn had eaten Eden to three more orgasms by then, but the other twin sister got impatient, pushed Dawn's head away, and started tapping on my shoulder with her fingers.

"Hurry uh-uuup!"

I'm a little ashamed to admit that things didn't entirely go according to plan. I'd come to the Berkeley house early this morning intending to not only make Emma's greatest fantasy come true, but also some of Eden's. The anal fantasies would have to wait until tonight, and I couldn't well wake up Eden with the sudden intrusion of my dick from behind in a spooning position if I was already waking up Emma in a similar fashion. But still, I figured I could at least give Eden a proper Big Ben Experience like she'd always dreamed of. I always knew I wanted my first time with her ... with both twins ... to be something special.

My first time with Emma had been pretty special. I woke her up with the oral orgasms, took her precious first-male virginity, and we had a simultaneous orgasm together, me kissing my sweet baby sister while she moaned in exquisite ecstasy, feeling her spasming snatch surround my shaft while it spat several spurts of semen deep into her body. It was her greatest fantasy come true, and on her birthday no less.

Eden sucked out the creampie and snowballed it back to her sister in a display of illicit eroticism that nearly got me hard again on its own. When the cum was all gone, the twins gave me a dual blowjob to make sure I'd be good and ready for Eden's "real" first time with me. We'd already agreed that the "other" first time "didn't count", nevermind that we'd actually fucked to my completion, nevermind that I'd blown my wad deep into Eden's pussy. Neither of us wanted that to actually BE our first time together, so we chose to have selective memory about it and had looked forward to our "real" first time today.

Unfortunately, our "real" first time went a helluva lot like the "other" first time that "didn't count". Emma had gotten the long, drawn-out, multi-orgasm fifteen-minute missionary session that ended with a sweet kiss and a simultaneous climax. But after sucking me hard again, Eden decided that she wanted to be on top again, to fully erase the memories of that "other" first time on my couch and replace them with memories of this "real" first time in her bed.

Already one ejaculation down, you'd think I wouldn't be in any hurry to cum again. Plus, the shock of learning I'd been Emma's first ever real dick – not to mention the ensuing conversation – had temporarily set back the sexual creature, giving me a little extra staying power in addition to reminding me to take it slow, and really work hard to make Emma's first time extra special. I'd also mentally told myself to work hard to make Eden's "real" first time extra special as well, and I'd prepared myself to last a long time, to fuck her in multiple positions, to give her multiple orgasms, and only lose my load after I was absolutely certain that my other baby sister was completely satisfied.

So why the hell did I end up pinning Eden's body down against my crotch, bellowing my release as I blasted her teenaged womb full of every drop of sperm I had left after only thirty seconds of spastic hyper-fucking?

I kinda blame it on her. I never would have lost my load that fast if she hadn't been doing the spastic hyper-fucking on top of me in the first place. It wasn't like I was going ape-shit from beneath her, thrusting myself off the mattress. If anything, I was just lying there trying NOT to move while holding on with every ounce of control I had to not bring our first time to a premature end... again.

I never would have lost my load that fast if she'd only LISTENED to me yelling at her to slow down, to give me a break, that I was gonna blow if she kept up her spastic hyper-fucking. Her pussy was too tight. Her vaginal canal was too wet. The crown-to-base pressure she used to surround my cock was just too good, too pleasurable for me to hold on. Maybe if she'd remained motionless and let me get used to the feelings, I wouldn't have lost it. But no, she didn't listen to me. Eden kept on going, and even went FASTER when I whimpered that I was about to blow. She certainly had a wicked gleam in her eye, not to mention a very Brooke-like Evil Grin™ on her face when she did it. So you can't say the whole thing was all my fault.

And I never would have lost my load that fast if she hadn't been so damn ... well ... sexy. When I'd taken Emma's virginity, she'd been wearing a long T-shirt and I'd been pretty focused on just her face the whole time we remained in that missionary position. She was beautiful, of course, but a beautiful face alone wouldn't get me to blow prematurely. But when Eden climbed on top of me, she'd tossed her T-shirt aside and let my eyes rove up and down her fantastically nude body. It wasn't the first time I'd ever seen it naked, of course; but it was the first time I'd done so knowing full well that I was about to fuck it.

Clothed, the twins were gorgeous. More than once, Dawn and I had commented that they'd probably grow up to be the most empirically beautiful of my sisters, with exotically unique features that made people both curious and unsure of their ethnic heritage. Their frames were tall and willowy, with delicate bone structures and elongated necks and limbs. Their large, almond-shaped eyes glowed with luminous irises a couple of shades lighter than my own. Childish chubby cheeks had disappeared into fashion model-esque high cheekbones. Delicate noses and pouty lips completed their look. Adrienne had once observed that busty blondes were a dime a dozen in her world, but girls who looked like Eden and Emma were a rare breed. And if the twins ever took an interest in modeling, she had no doubt that they'd be huge successes.

Nude, Eden was spectacular. Her dark brown hair was very long, very shimmery, and even at this early hour and without any makeup, she looked like she was in the middle of a Cover Girl commercial. She smiled down at me with a gleefully aroused expression of mixed amusement, excitement, and pure unadulterated lust. She slid her sopping wet bare-shaven snatch directly atop Big Ben, riding him like a rail with her moist cleft split to either side of my rod, back and forth and back and forth keeping my dick trapped between my belly and the inside of her body I so desperately wanted to penetrate. She'd praised my abs before, but her own abdominals were taut and flawless, without an ounce of excess fat. And then above, those perfect breasts, firm and round and succulent. She claimed to wear C-cup bras, although she also claimed to be getting close to Dawn's cup size. On her skinny teenaged frame, her boobs actually looked proportionally bigger than Dawn's, and as I'd already said, their shape was absolutely perfect. A whole team of the world's most talented comic book artists couldn't design a more perfectly shaped set of tits. They'd drawn my hands like moths to a flame, compelling me to trace their shape with my fingertips, to caress their curves with my palms, and even when I let my hands drift down to her ribcage, they called for me to return and play with them once more.

All the while, she kept riding my cock like a rail, fucking herself on me without actually fucking me, in a way that nevertheless felt absolutely heavenly, a little too good. And when Eden finally planted her hands atop mine and drove them even tighter against her own breasts while staring down at me with sizzling eyes full of raw, unadulterated lust, I nearly lost my load even before penetration.

I managed to hang on, but just barely. Grinning eagerly, Eden raised my dick into an upright and locked position, notching my mushroom head within the pretty pink folds of her pussy. She paused there, perhaps soaking in the moment just before penetration. And I felt my heart racing in anticipation.

That's when she started to pull away.

NOOOO!!!

Before I realized I'd done it, I'd yanked down on Eden's hips while thrusting my cock skyward, skewering her tight snatch in a single lunge. Eden groaned and stared down at me once I was balls-deep inside her sweet, tender pussy, a rather victorious smirk on her face that let me know she'd done that on purpose.

In the end, Eden got what she wanted: I'd taken her of my own accord.

And only then did she start up that spastic hyper-fucking.

The twins had done much more than give me a simple recovery blowjob. They'd sucked me to the brink of spraying all over both their faces, and I was still pretty primed to blow even before Eden straddled my lap. The excitement and anticipation of thrusting inside her had my mind racing. My visual analysis of her face and body's perfection pushed me even closer to eruption. The feel of her perfect breasts in my hands made me groan in agony. The raw lust in her eyes fanned the flames of my own. The sensations of her wet pussy riding my cock like a rail ramped up my pleasure. And her spastic hyper-fucking absolutely obliterated my last defenses.

I begged her to stop. I warned her she was gonna make me cum. She didn't care. She didn't even mind that I had yet to make HER cum on my cock. In the end, all she cared about was making ME cum inside her, and in less than thirty seconds, she did just that.

I think I asphyxiated myself. I'd been holding my breath, clenching down with every ounce of power I had in my Kegel muscles to try and hold my ejaculation at bay, to no avail. I remember roaring in exquisite agony as hot lava erupted from my splitting cockhead, blasting up into Eden's clenching cunt with the force of several megatons (not literally). But I have no memory of what happened after that. The next thing I knew, Dawn was fanning my face and staring down into my unresponsive eyes with a look of obvious concern. It took a long time for me to actually start blinking, despite my repeated orders for my own body to respond. And when I finally managed to blink, I found that my ears were working once again as well, and I heard Eden giggling to her sister about that being the SECOND time in a row she'd made me lose my load less than a minute after entering her. Rather than be upset with my poor performance, she considered it quite the achievement to be proud of. She'd made Big Ben, Sex God™ suffer premature ejaculation twice...

In a row.

So that's when my ego got involved, and Eden never stood a chance after that. Her sense of pride was puffed up, while my pride had been wounded. Not since that first time Amber rendered me unconscious had I felt so challenged to re-establish dominance. Not since my second chance with Chevelle had I felt so determined to prove myself. I may have surrendered to a goddess like Taylor Brynn, but I'd be damned if I submitted so easily to my own baby sister.

Eden was still giggling with Emma when I tackled her onto the bed and shoved my tongue into her mouth. Instantly, my hands were all over her naked body, searching out and identifying weak points – trigger spots I could use to manipulate her like a marionette on strings. User manual? Fuck the user manual. Too slow. I operated on instinct, although I did file away the things I learned for future use.

Eden's first orgasm with me came while I sucked hard on her neck, marking my territory with a hickey she'd have a tough time explaining when her friends arrived later for her birthday party. My left hand squeezing her breast while two of my right fingers pumped in and out of her pussy had something to do with it, too.

Her second orgasm came after Dawn found a ball gag and handed it to me with a sinister gleam in her eye to fasten around Eden's mouth. Revenge ... So sweet ... I pushed Eden face-down on the smaller daybed next to the queen-size, spanking her buttcheeks while kneeling on the floor tonguing her cunt from behind, licking my way up her perineum, and even stiffening my tongue and pushing it through her rosebud sphincter. She was primed to blow just from that alone, but what really set her off was Emma retrieving the bullet-shaped vibrator and handing it to me so I could buzz Eden's butt while I stood up and rammed my dick into her poor pussy from behind.

Eden's third orgasm would be her last.

My baby sister grunted around the ball gag when I pulled out of her pussy and rammed Big Ben as hard as I could up her virgin asshole instead. Fuck waiting for tonight. Fuck being gentle. I was gonna make sure she never forgot this moment for the rest of her life. Thing was, her ass was so fucking tight, I couldn't get in on the first lunge. Dawn immediately came to the rescue, squirting Astroglide all over my cock and rubbing it into my skin with both hands. Meanwhile, Emma squirted another glob at her twin sister's anus. And thus better prepared, I centered myself and tried again, this time managing to shove the first two inches through. The only problem was: I couldn't hear Eden scream the moment my mushroom cockhead finally pushed through her wickedly tight sphincter.

Stupid ball gag. So disappointing.

Yeah, yeah ... the ball gag was part of Eden's fantasy. But if anything, it sounded like she was choking on her own saliva. So with only two inches of my dick up her butt, I reached forward, unfastened the ball gag, and tossed it away before resuming my inchworm-like invasion of her unspoiled anal chute. Deeper and deeper I went, ramming my hips forward to gain a little more ground, retracting ever so slightly, and then ramming forward once again. I grinned in satisfaction to hear my baby sister groan from the bottom of her gut about how fucking big my cock was, how fucking full she felt inside, and how it felt like I was splitting her in half.

Her ass was TIGHT ... like SUPER-tight. She and Emma may have prepped themselves with those butt-plugs from last night, but the plugs apparently weren't quite as thick as me. Perhaps they'd even experimented with the Ben Juniors once or twice, but it certainly felt like Eden hadn't had anything my size up her ass in a long, long time. I hadn't felt an asshole this tight since Meli Kanemura's, and in some ways I could scarcely believe it all fit.

But fit it did, and after pumping my baby sister's butt quite slowly to let her get adjusted to it, I slowly built up speed, going faster and faster, and harder and harder, until I eventually reached full ramming speed, pounding and pounding and POUNDING away at Eden's ass. Over and over again I bounced my pelvis off her beautiful buttcheeks, cornholing the crap out of her while she screamed in unholy ecstasy.

"Fuh-fuh-fuh-fuck-meee-eeee-eeee" she cried, her voice breaking in rhythm with each of my lunges. Her fists had bunched up the bedspread, her right cheek was pressed against the mattress, and her tongue lolled out as she drooled onto the sheets.

"Fuuuuckkk! Meeeee!" she screamed as I hammered her harder and harder.

"Fuuuuuccccckkkk! Meeeeeeee!" Eden wailed at the top of her lungs, loud enough for everyone in the whole house to hear. Of course, that wasn't really so difficult, since everyone in the whole house was now here in the room. DJ and Brooke had woken up sometime while I'd been eating out Eden from behind. And they watched with wide eyes and really big smiles as I sodomized the shit out of their baby sister's virgin butt.

"I have the strangest craving for popcorn," Brooke muttered.

"OHHHHHWAAAAAA-AAAAH-AAAAH-AAAH!!!" Eden howled, much in the same way her sister had, with each "AAAAH" matching the metronomic rhythm of my pelvis banging into her butt as I thundered my way down the final stretch, feeling my balls coiling within.

"OHHHHHWAAAAAA-AAAAH-AAAAH-AAAH!!!" she screamed again, partially from the pain of me looping her hair around my hand and yanking back on it like horse's reins.

"Holy shit," Emma breathed.

"OHHHHHWAAAAAA-AAAAH-AAAAH-AAAH!!!" Eden screamed one more time as I started spanking her left butt cheek with my free hand.

"Dayyyum," DJ chuckled.

"OHHHHHWAAAAAA-AAAAH-URP!"

Eden's last scream abruptly cut off as my left hand suddenly clamped down over her nose and mouth, cutting off her air supply. She instinctively fought back, trying to shake her head clear so she could breathe, but I held on fast. Exactly twice, her entire body shuddered like an airplane hitting sudden turbulence. By then I was already rotating Big Ben counterclockwise at full depth within her colon, the sensations flooding her brain along with the panic-attack of being momentarily asphyxiated causing her entire body to start jerking to the left and right erratically. To finish her off, I snuck my right hand beneath her pelvis and hooked two fingers into her cunt while thumbing her clit. Eden's spine recoiled, bending herself backward into a U-shaped arch, and as I thrust in and out of her ass exactly three more times, I silently counted to myself.

One.

Two.

Three.

Touchdown.

Like wall switch had been flipped, Eden went out like a light and collapsed face-down on the bed, every single muscle going lifelessly limp. I collapsed on top of her and finally let my Kegels relax, groaning as I felt the river of jism rush out of me and into my baby sister's asshole. For the second time in less than twenty minutes, I filled one of Eden's holes with creamy brother-spunk. And as the wave of exhaustion spread throughout my entire being, I let myself slump atop her unconscious body like a proud, conquering king while Dawn came over and kissed my cheek for a job well done.

"Damn..." Emma muttered. "You're gonna do THAT to me?"

I chuckled and smiled in my other baby sister's vague direction, too tired to lift my eyelids just yet. "No, not that. I wasn't even supposed to do it to her until tonight, either. She just got me a little worked up with those cracks about my premature ejaculations twice in a row. I promise I'll be much gentler with you." With that, I finally managed to do a push-up, extracting my half-hard dick from Eden's gaping de-virginized asshole, and flopped over onto my back.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Emma complained. "Can't you see the look of absolute bliss on her face? Fuck gentle. I want THAT, alright? Same as Eden. Can we do it right now?"

Dawn, DJ, and Brooke all laughed at that.

"Patience, sweetie, patience," I sighed wearily, too tired to even keep my face pointed straight up toward the ceiling. So I let my head loll to the side as I explained, "I got up early this morning to get over here before you two woke up, and I could really use a nap."

"Fine," Emma drawled. "The old man needs a nap."

I arched an eyebrow. "Trying to get me riled up so I take you right here and now?"

"Worth a shot." My baby sister smirked. But then she blinked, and like magic, her face had instantly transformed into an expression of doe-eyed, pouty innocence, like some animated baby bunny or something. And in a sickly sweet voice, she whimpered, "Pleeease? Pretty pleeease?"

I snorted and shook my head. "Patience," I repeated. "All good things come to those who wait."