Debbie, Anthea and Hannah

I had met the three girls when they first moved into the ground floor flat and got to know them from then. I also met their mum and one of their granddads. I helped them unload the van.

I paid interest in the girls, scanning them discreetly. Debbie was the eldest at 20. She is of average build for her height of five feet six inches. She has a round, attractive face dark eyes and delicate features complemented by shoulder-length jet-black hair. She looks a little rough, her hair unkempt and her black jeans and tee-shirt faded. I liked Debbie, she spoke her mind and enjoyed a laugh and joke.

Anthea, who is younger than Debbie by a year, and an inch shorter, is a little slimmer, she is very attractive with her long, light brown hair neatly pony tailed and her soft blue eyes and pretty face sexually appealing. She wore a simple pair of shorts and a pink top. She too was outspoken at times.

Hannah, the baby of the family, looked just like her elder sister Debbie, in fact, side by side, you might have mistaken them for twins, but there was two years between them. Hannah, came across as shy and was softly spoken, she wore jeans and a top that had seen better days.

While helping the grandad David, I learned some family history and discovered the girls had different fathers, not that that was any of my business. He told me one of the girls Dads, had caused trouble and continued to cause upset and problems. They were going through a difficult and challenging period and I vowed to help in any way I could.

I got on well with Debbie and Anthea but Hannah seemed to be more distant, she was pleasant enough, never said much and seemed cautious of me for some reason but we didn't see each other that often.

Despite the fact that she had a boyfriend, there was something about Debbie that thrilled and excited me. She was always wearing black jeans and black tee-shirts, her hair usually untidily tied up with a shabby hairband, and makeup limited. Her cheap jewelry and outfit gave her an impression of poorness, that I guess reflected her well, unlike her younger sisters who made efforts in their appearance, even if their clothing was old, if not hand me downs.

Debbie got a job at the mini-market opposite the flats. One afternoon, I walked in and surprised to see her wearing a touch of makeup and her hair styled neatly in two pigtails. She was also dressed in trousers and a blouse with a shop jacket. She looked fantastic and I made the comment that she looked sexy and attractive. She thanked me and I thought she flirted a little.

She often wore that outfit when working, often styling her hair in either one or two tails, that often had me aroused. However, her boyfriend disapproved and told her she looked slutty. I thought she looked cheap and slutty in her usual outfit of jeans and T-shirts, but who am I to comment and just said that he was an idiot and didn't know what he was talking about.

A couple of Saturday mornings later, I enter the main building through the communal door and walk past her flat. As I press the button for the lift, the front door burst open, and Debbie appears. She is dressed in cut-off jeans as shorts and her usual black t-shirt. She is panicking and obviously in some distress. I note her hair is loosely bunched up and held to one side with an elastic band that I found interesting.

She is talking fast and I am only catching a few words, but I am also distracted, her t-shirt is clinging to her chest due to being damp and the outline of her nipples are clear, but I try not to look.

I work out there's a leak in her flat.

I turn off the water and explain that it was merely a split joint. The same problem occurred in my mum's flat a few weeks ago. It is an easy fix, I tell her but awkward to get at, as the pipes behind the toilet were boxed in and need removing.

The bath panel has to come off too, so I can position my legs under the bath while lying on my back and stretch behind the toilet to access some retaining screws.

Debbie has already dried the immediate area I am needing to get too. The space is limited with the toilet and piping creating a tight area that traps my arms. At the same time, Debbie continues to mop up the water with towels and is now on all fours. I scan her rear end as the panel loosens and comes away.

Debbie must have seen me glancing at her. She deliberately spreads her thighs wider and bends further forward in a teasing manner with a grin. I remove another panel taking sneaky looks at Debbie and apply paste around the joints and need to fit a copper sleeve. Debbie completes her task and informs me she needs to get on and do some house cleaning.

At that precise moment, Anthea arrives, she greets her sister in the hallway, and the two chat. Anthea has stopped by to gather a few clothes, as she is going camping with her boyfriend, who has gone to collect some items and will be picking her up in 30 minutes.

A few minutes later, I hear the hoover in the hallway and entering one of the bedrooms. I am busy fitting the copper sleeve and heating it when I notice Anthea standing in the room. She looks stunning dressed in a green top with a faded beige mid thigh length skirt, which ordinarily would be appropriate but...

She starts a conversation with a simple greeting, then crouches down enquiring about the leak and how I am repairing it. From my position, I can see under her skirt. Her camel-toe is outlined in her pale knickers and I can't take my eyes away. I make eye contact answering her questions but I can't stop taking looks under her skirt or my dick twitching.

She scans me, her face informs me she knows where my eyes are going. Instead of adjusting her position or saying anything, she remains in her squat, continuing to ask questions with the slightest hint of a grin now. I glance at her, struggling to avoid looking up her skirt.

As we talk, I am shocked when she holds my gaze and deliberately rides the hem of her skirt up spreading her thighs more giving me a better view. A moment passes before one of her hands reaches between her legs and she hooks her fingers inside her knickers via a leg hole and yanks the gusset to one side revealing her cute fury pussy.

My dick springs to an immediate erection as I scan her pussy and Anthea notices the reaction straight away and the difficulty faced in my moving.

She giggles, "Have you seen something nice?"

I can't think of a single thing to say, my attention and gaze fixed on her pussy. She spreads her thighs wider, "Do you have anything nice," and immediately I feel her hand going under my shorts. She pulls my erection out cooing as she feels the thickness and length.

"Wow, you have a nice big dick," she beams, starting to stroke it and fingering her pussy. I'm shocked and thrilled all at the same time and relax a little as she strokes me at the same pace she is fingering herself.

She is increasing pace, thrilling me even more and within a few minutes, she jolts with her own actions and I see wetness on her fingers. Without warning she swiftly slides one of her knees over me and moves up close. Her fingers rub her clitoris and pussy lips while her other hand grips my erection. Without warning, she holds my dick up straight and rubs her pussy lips up and down the girth spreading them slightly leaving juice on my dick.

She rubs up the length twice more before she squeeze's her pussy lips around the head, with a devilish look on her face she says with authority, "Warn me before you cum."

Before I can react, not that I wanted too, she is sliding down my erection, I can feel her insides stretching and clinging to me as she spears herself with my dick.

Wow, this is exciting, if ever I wanted to loose my virginity this would have been it. I always thought I would loose my virginity with Lisa, the twin sister of school pal. I had the opportunity one afternoon, but neither of us had the courage to do anything, that had been about a year ago, and since then I'd moved from Southampton and living with my mum and working evening shifts, but that's another story.

Anthea's wetness lubricates my dick and her inners. She increases her pace enjoying being in charge and doing all the work bouncing on my dick but I know it's not fully inside her, but I don't care. It feels so good and I am happy letting her do what she wants.

She grunts pulling faces, and I feel a sudden gush of wetness as she climaxes. She slows to a gradual stop and keeping me inside her, she sighs as her breathing comes back to normal. Sweeping her hair from her face with one hand and looking at me with a happy grin she says, "Thanks for letting me do that. Want me to carry on or stop?"

"Please carry on."

"Right answer." She states thrusting again more slowly, this time with a big grin on her face. We both seem to be conscious of the Hoover noise in the background, aware Debbie could catch us at any moment.

Anthea continues to ride my dick then suddenly increases pace again, her eyes close and she lets out a grunt of pleasure. "Fucking hell, yes," she moans as her pussy squirts juices again, she continues to thrill us both, working her wet pussy down my aching dick quickly. I am nearly there, very close, starting to get that undeniable point when, the distant sound of the Hoover stopping and a car horn blasting outside prompts Anthea to stop and ease off my dick that thuds into my stomach.

She hooks my dick back inside my shorts at the same time saying, "That was wonderful. Please keep it between us. Sorry, I can't finish you off. I don't want Debs to catch us, and I really need to go."

"It's all right," I lie, watching her stand and hitch up her skirt, "That was fantastic, thank you. Could we perhaps do this again sometime?"

She pulls the front of her knickers open then wipes her wet pussy with the inside front of her skirt, "Yeah, if you want. You can dick me on a Tuesday or Thursday morning if I haven't got collage or work." She fingers her knickers into place and allows her skirt to drop back down, "I will come up to you though." She grins turning and walking happy away putting her hair into a pony tail using a hair band that had been on her wrist.

She grabs a bag left in the hallway as her sister comes into view. The two chat for a minute before Anthea says her 'goodbyes' and leaves the flat. I turn the water on and check for leaks. All is good so I start to refit the panels and ask Debbie for help.

A panel needs to be held up in place and Debbie sees what she needs to do. She straddles me on her knees just like her sister had ten minutes ago. To my horror, she settles onto my lap. Her pussy is right on the girth of my now semi erect dick.

My imagination runs wild for a second as I get excited hoping she would slip our shorts to one side and ride my dick like her sister. She can't quite hold the board in place, so she shifts forwards causing her pussy to rub up my shaft and that causes my erection to get harder.

Oh no. My dick is rock hard and I know it is pressing into her pussy, and she must surely feel it. My face reddens with embarrassment, her face tells me she can feel it and enjoying my discomfort. Thankfully, the final screw bites and the panel snaps into place. Debbie remains in position for a minute longer than she needed too.

She gets up onto her feet saying she will put the kettle on for a cup of tea, she has a little smug grin on her face. My eyes scan her arse as she briskly walks away.

I refit the last of the box panels then wash my hands and my dick quickly. I find Debbie in the small kitchen. She has changed out of her shorts into her faded black jeans and is removing her damp top. I'm not sure if she is deliberately teasing me, but she turns and not bothered that I caught sight of her medium sized breasts as she pulls on a dry tee-shirt. I also notice her jeans are not zipped and I catch just a hint of her pink briefs and dark patch of her pubic hair underneath through the gap and that gets my dick going again.

"Martin, would you mind going into the front room, teas nearly ready," She offers with a smile.

I sit on the sofa, and from my position, I can see Debbie in the kitchen. She is standing sideways to me, bending over putting items into the washing machine. I can't help but imagine being behind her, bending her over the washing machine and fucking her. My thoughts continue as I look around the room and inspect some old photo's. There's one with all three girls at a wedding I guess, and they are wearing dresses and have there hair in pigtails and my dick is now rock hard.

I have no idea how long she was standing there, but Debbie is next to me holding two mugs. She smirks for some reason as I take a mug from her saying, "Thank you."

She stands sipping from her mug and her eyes drop down and she stares for moment smiling. I look down and I have a obvious tent in my shorts. But worse than that, the head is sticking out from a leg hole. I cross my legs in a lame attempt to conceal it.

Debbie takes small sips from her mug scanning me and apparently thinking hard. She has always spoken her mind, "Hey, don't hide it, I know you've got a stiffy." She is grinning, "It doesn't bother me, probably my fault," she says with self confidence.

Yes, It is your fault, and your naughty sister I think to myself, thinking about events earlier. But I couldn't admit or say that, "Well, you're sexy and you have that effect on me I guess," I manage in my defence.

Debbie grins, "Thank you, you're not so bad yourself and I know you were looking at me earlier in the bathroom." She takes another sip from her mug then says, "And felt your hard dick against me," she says with a mischievous smile. "It was rather arousing."

"I'm sorry Debbie, I didn't mean for that to happen."

"I'm sure," she says with flirty smile, "but feeling you there made me horny." She leans forward, setting her mug aside, waiting for me to speak.

"I'm sorry. I truly don't know what else to say or do."

"Well, perhaps we can help each other," she says with authority, "Going to wank you off, the least I can do."

She leaves the front room and collects something from the kitchen.

I'm excited at this turn of events and feel nervous, my dick aching with hardness and in need of attention. Debbie returns to the room with a towel, she stares at me for a moment then takes the mug from my hand and places it next to hers.

Her eyes are bright "Shift over," she instructs, "And get them shorts down." She climbs onto the sofa kneeling and facing me. Undoing her jeans she tells me, "You can't fuck me, but I want you to do me a favor and finger the shit out of me."

"Okay." I answer keenly, watching her as she pushes her jeans and pink knickers down to her knees, my eyes scanning the black mound of trimmed pubic hair and pussy lips.

Debbie wastes no time, she quickly spies my erection in all it's glory, proudly standing to rigid attention as I push my shorts and pants down. "Wow, you're big," she grins touching it and wrapping her hand around it. Her slim fingers jerk it slowly up and down the full length.

I slip my right hand between her legs feeling through her hair for her pussy lips. My inexperience is obvious, Debbie puts her other hand on mine and guides my fingers where she wants them. My finger tip finds her clitoris and I strum at a steady pace, my other hand has slipped under her shirt and found one of her breasts. I feel it and hold it, then tease the nipple.

There's a dampness between her legs and I have the urge to push a finger inside her. Debbie groans a little and she leans forward now spreading her thighs open more. She continues to lean forward and I feel her breath on my dick and her lips kissing my shaft. Her lips kiss down the full the length and she is licking too, then she is licking my balls and gently squeezing them. I am enjoying every moment of it.

She licks and kisses my shaft and it ends at the head. I feel wetness as her lips slip over the head and she sucks and flicks her tongue over the eye that gives me a nice sensation. That excites me and I get harder as she takes more and more of my thick nine inches into her mouth and I watch as her head bobs slowly down my shaft. She certainly is an expert.

I feel the tip hit the back of her throat and she keeps it there sucking hard and jerking faster. I push two fingers knuckle deep into her pussy and work them round and round and rapidly in and out at the same pace she works on my dick. She is moaning and twitching, her legs shaking, then her pussy pulsates and there is a sudden gush of wetness and she groans with a deep satisfied moan.

Her pussy is wet and loose, I push my fingers in deeper, exploring every part of her inners, she is moaning as she bobs down my shaft and jerking it up at the same time. This is a great experience for me.

She stops her work and pulling my hands away she shuffles onto her arse, she pushes her clothing down to her ankles then lays on her back drawing her knees up, she spreads her thighs wide open exposing her pussy. My god, for a moment I thought she wanted me to fuck her, but she said I couldn't so I think better of it.

She seems surprised when I turn and kneel at her restricted feet. I bend down between her legs inspecting her pussy that is glistening with wetness. I inhale her sweet scent then delve straight in and lap her pussy. Debbie jolts for a second then she slides her hands down and her fingers open up her pussy.

I lick hard causing her to moan and her body is twitching again. I am liking this and push my tongue deeper inside her flicking it all round. She is moaning with pleasure telling me how good that is and how good I am. Her body trembles and she moans loudly, "Don't stop."

I have no intention of stopping and continue at a good pace feeling her body tighten and she is straining to keep her knees apart. Shaking more her hands now clamp my head in place and her fingers dig into my scalp. She almost screams and her knees clamp my head as her pussy explodes and squirts.

Immediately, she pushes me away and turns onto her knees, leaning forward and resting her arms on the sofa arm she looks back at me. "Fuck me, before I change my mind."

I keenly position myself behind her and grab her arse cheeks, I pull them apart inspecting her wet entrance. I nervously guide my rock hard cock up to her lips with a hand. I am nervous and excited all at the same time, I want to get it right.

Debbie wriggles her arse without making a comment and I guess she is getting impatient as I dwell and hesitate. One of her hands comes between her legs and her fingers find my shaft. She rubs the head along the slit of her pussy pushing the head between them slightly. I am about to push in when she pulls away in a panic. "Fuck," she mouths jumping off the sofa, "Someone's opening the front door."

Within moments, I am sitting on the sofa but in a state of panic. Debbie has managed to pull up her jeans just as her younger sister appears at the door. She glances at me with a surprised and puzzled look.

I manage a weak, "Hello," as she enters the room. Ignoring me she asks her sister who is now seated on the single armchair and discreetly fastening her jeans what is going on.

Debbie didn't answer and a awkward moment passes before the girls mum appears at the door. She is looking at me with a puzzled expression too. Ten minutes later, after explaining why I was there and the repair I had done, I collect my tool kit and left the flat.

Debbie follows me out as I call the lift. She looks guilty and with an embarrassed smile, she says, "Sorry it ended like that."

"It's fine," I lie again. "Probably a good thing. We weren't using anything."

"Yeah, I know, caught up in the moment. If we had carried on, would you have pulled out of me?"

It is my turn to feel guilt. "Didn't think about that until just now. But unless you said anything, I don't think I would have."

"Thanks for being honest," she says as the lift clatters closer. "Don't feel bad."

Well I do feel bad. Two of you have used me, not that I am complaining but neither have made me cum and there's nothing she can say that will make that any better. The lift clatters to a halt, and the doors noisily open. Debbie hugs me and we kiss lips.

"Thank you." She says as I step backwards into the lift. Debbie sheepishly grins and says, "I'll think of something to make up for it", as the doors close.

Well for whatever reason, Tuesday and Thursday mornings remained sex free.

As for Debbie...