Who Spiked the Halloween Punch?

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"Hey, Jerk Off! Get out!" my sister shouted. Her eyes shot daggers at me.

I was annoyed, but not surprised. She hated me for some reason I hadn't discerned in my twenty years.

My sister wanted me gone because our parents were out of town, and she was throwing a Halloween party. Of course, I wasn't invited. My presence had only been tolerated because I handed out candy to the little kids who rang our doorbell and shouted, 'Trick or treat'.

My twenty-seven-year-old sister couldn't be bothered with them. She was busy making Halloween themed snacks, decorating the family room, and making a punch that packed a punch.

She combined cranberry, pomegranate, and lime juice with half a bottle of vodka and some sparkling water. She tasted the purple mix, and said, "That's good."

I was getting together with my friends, so not being invited to her party wasn't a big deal.

I said, "I'm leaving."

She gave me a look that said 'Good riddance'. A timer went off. She said, "My pumpkin cookies are ready," and rushed into the kitchen.

My sister was dressed like Elvira: she had a big black wig, blood red lipstick, and a short black dress that highlighted her shapely legs.

The outfit had Elvira's signature deep V-neck front. Unfortunately, my sister didn't have the boobage for which the Mistress of the Dark is famous. Did that explain why she was braless? If you don't have big'uns, you do something outrageous even if it means you risk a nip slip?

Her breasts were the size of small plums. They bounced under the loose-fitting top whenever she moved. I thought, "She might be dressing like that because her boyfriend recently broke up with her."

This could be her showing him what he's missing or she could be trying to snare a new guy. I'll give my sister her due--she's attractive and fit. She's petite: five foot three inches tall and weighs one hundred pounds. She has great legs, a pretty smile, and a significant thigh gap.

I watched my sister's small, cute butt twitch as she walked away; I grinned. I grabbed the vodka bottle and dumped the rest into the punch bowl.

It was a bratty move. She deserved it.

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I had fun with my friends. Many people complimented me on my costume. I was dressed in black and wore a ghost face mask, like the killers in the movie "Scream".

I propositioned a few girls and struck out. I got home around three in the morning. I was buzzed, but not drunk, as I entered the house. I tossed my mask and keys on the table by the door. It was quiet. I thought, "I guess the party's over."

Beer bottles and plastic cups littered the living room. I entered the family room. The situation was worse: more bottles, cups, dirty plates, and trash. I saw Troy and Tracey. Tracey was my sister's BFF.

They were naked and asleep on the sofa. Troy was spooning her. Tracy's breasts were exposed, so I checked them out. There was a hickey on one. Her breasts boasted large, dark pink nipples.

She was attractive. I smiled, and thought, "Nice tits."

Her upper leg blocked my view of her hoo-ha, so ogled her breasts. After satisfying my inner perv, I said, "Wake up. It's time to go home."

They didn't move.

I said it louder and shook Troy's shoulder. The pair moaned and opened their eyes. He recognized me, and said, "Hey, Charlie. This was a great party. I hope it's okay that I boned Tracy on your couch."

He held his hand to his mouth as if he was sharing a secret. He said, "I spiked the punch and got her drunk."

Tracy giggled, and said, "This was the only spot available. The bedrooms were taken." She swung her feet to the floor. It wasn't a lady-like move, especially since she didn't close her legs.

I eyed her shaved pussy. There was dried cum on her vulva and thighs. The view improved when she spread her legs, picked at the debris, and said, "Damnit, Troy. I told you to use a rubber. Are you trying to knock me up?"

I hardened seeing her touch herself.

Tracy giggled, and said, "Oops. I shouldn't do this in front of you. You're a kid."

"I'm twenty," I said, hoping that that would be reason enough to let me see her pussy.

It wasn't. She snapped her legs together, and said, "Troy, let's go home." They stood.

"Damn!" I said when I saw Troy's dick.

Tracy giggled, grinned, grabbed his large soft penis, and said, "My guy is hung."

They dressed. For Troy it was easy. His costume was like mine: black pants, a shirt, and a slip-on mask. His was a demon mask with large twisted horns, giant ears, and lots of sharp teeth. It was on the floor by the couch.

Tracy had come as a sexy, red devil. She slipped on her red panties and thigh-high boots. She had trouble putting on the lace-up corset. Troy fumbled with it too, so I got to do it.

I didn't have the nerve to cop a feel. I did get a close-up view of the ta-tas. She noticed me staring, and said, "You are a perv just like your sister says."

"And what do you call a woman who screws her boyfriend on a couch in front of a room full of people? A bastion of virtue?" I said sarcastically.

She huffed, grabbed her devil horn headband, and they walked unsteadily out the front door.

"Thank God they live nearby and don't have to drive," I said as I closed the door behind them.

I went to the kitchen and drank a glass of water while eating a pumpkin cookie. I was annoyed that my sister had badmouthed me to Tracy. "I'm not a pervert," I said.

I walked into the family room, saw Troy left his mask, and said, "How loud do you think my sister would scream if I snuck into her bedroom and woke her wearing Troy's scary mask?"

I slipped it over my head and went to her room. I opened the door slowly. The lamp on her nightstand was on. My sister wasn't in bed; I saw her sprawled on the floor.

She heard the door creak, looked my way, and said, "Troy? Can you help me? I was headed to the bathroom and fell. I drank too much. Don't tell anyone I peed myself. If my bratty brother learned, he'd never let me forget."

I went to her. I was worried she'd hurt herself. I didn't see any blood. I did smell urine and she looked pitiful. I thought, "I have to help. If she learns it's me, she'll refuse, probably fall again, and injure herself.

I knelt beside her, and thought, "She thinks I'm Troy. He and I are nearly the same sizes. We have different-colored hair, but the mask hides that. If I change my voice, I can fool her."

Lucky for me, Troy has a distinct and easily mimicked voice; his friends tease and imitate him all the time. He sounds like a bad Elvis impersonator. He owns a deep voice that comes from the back of his throat. He speaks slowly with a Southern accent, and he doesn't enunciate well.

I gave it my best effort, and asked, "Did you hurt yourself?"

"Just my pride. Help me up."

"I pulled it off. She thinks I'm Troy," I said to myself.

I lifted her. She removed her wig and tossed it aside. She started working on her dress. I turned away to give her some privacy.

Liv said, "You don't need to turn away. It's not like you haven't seen my boobs."

"Really," I thought. "That's interesting." I faced her, watching her step out of her dress. She wore black panties and nothing else. I stared at her cute little boobies.

Either she didn't notice or she didn't care. She said, "I need to clean up in the bathroom. I didn't put that much vodka in the punch. I'm surprised I'm this out of it."

"Others added more," I said, imitating Troy. That was my confession. I doubt it'd keep me from being damned to Hell. My sister was topless and I was leering at her breasts!

If I was very lucky, I'd get a glimpse of her naked ass. I'd seen her in a bikini. Her bottom was small, high, and sexy looking.

I was hoping she'd remove her pee-soaked panties and I'd get an unobstructed view of her bare bum.

Liv said. "I bet a lot of people put alcohol in the punch."

I put an arm around her trim waist and supported her as we walked down the hall. When we arrived at the bathroom, Liv asked, "Could you run a bath while I use the toilet?"

I nodded and accompanied her to the toilet.

She struggled to lower her underwear. Since they were wet, they didn't slide. The material bunched and twisted. I could see the untanned flesh of her lower belly. She teetered. I reached to keep her from falling. I placed one hand on her back and the other on a boob.

She didn't scream. I left my hands in place longer than necessary. It was SO soft.

"I'm pathetic," Liv said. She cried and clung to me. I slid in front of her and embraced her. She sniffled, and said, "I was only half joking when I asked Tracy to let me borrow you for the night. I'm horny. I haven't been with a guy for two months, since Marco and I broke up."

She pushed me. We separated.

"I'm not very enticing, am I? I smell of pee." She tugged on her underwear unsuccessfully. She said, "Can you...? She looked down.

I knelt at her feet, grabbed her black panties with both hands, and pulled. There was more resistance than I expected. I lowered them to her ankles, and stared at her sex.

She shaved. I saw large outer lips. A wisp of her labia minora protruded. It excited me to see her pussy. I leered as long as I felt I could.

Then, I grabbed her hips, and guided her as she sat on the toilet. I said imitating Troy, "I'm here for you. I'll get you into the tub and let you have a good soak."

I heard a loud hissing sound as Liv peed. She gave me a lost puppy look, and said, "Please stay while I bathe. I'm afraid I'll pass out." She smiled playfully, and added, "You can wash my boobs."

"Ah... Ah," I stammered and wondered, "How far am I taking this? Now we're sharing a bath?"

I let my horny inner demon answer, and said, "I'd love to fondle your breasts."

She finished peeing and sat on the toilet while the tub filled. Then, she stood. I had a new-found appreciation for her wide-thigh gap, I got a very good view of her vulva. It was cute like the rest of her.

My dick was as hard as a rock.

I stood in front of her ready to grab her if she teetered. Liv stepped to me, grabbed and unbuckled my belt, and said, "Let's get you naked. Take off your mask."

"THE MASK STAYS!" I said loud and forcefully. I shouted because I was afraid when she learn it was me, she'd eviscerate me.

My sister gave me a strange look. I said, "I'm sorry I yelled. When Tracey sent me to your room, she had one request: no kissing. We can fool around, but she says my kisses are reserved for her."

"That makes sense."

Liv resumed removing my pants, pulling them and my boxers down. Out jumped my penis.

"Aww! There it is," my sister said. She grabbed it. "I've heard so much about your cock. I expected it to be bigger. Tracey brags you're hung like a horse."

She squeezed and stroked my average-sized erection. I held my breath and wondered if the jig was up. Liv smiled and said, "I'm petite. This is perfect. Big cocks scare me. They've hurt me."

She dropped to her knees and enveloped my dick. Her mouth was warm and wet.

"Oh!" I moaned.

She sucked my dick and did things with her tongue no other woman had done.

"Ohhh!" I groaned.

She had busy hands. She fondled my balls. She looked up at me with her big blue eyes as she nibbled on the tip of my dick and rapidly stroked my shaft.

"Ohhhhh!" I moaned loudly.

A playful spark danced in her eyes. She was enjoying making me moan and seeing me squirm.

"Oh, God!" I cried out. "You better stop."

She didn't.

"OOHHH!" I shouted as I came into my sister's mouth. I ejaculated a copious amount of cum. She chuckled and swallowed. She winked triumphantly when my cock softened and the torrent stopped.

She pulled off, and said, "There. The first one is out of the way. Every guy lasts longer when they've banked an orgasm."

She climbed into the tub. I whipped my clothes off and got in behind her. She sighed and leaned into me. I smiled under my mask and hugged her elfin body.

She brought my hand to her right boob. I fondled it. My left found the other one. I caressed and squeezed her soft flesh. Her nipples responded to my touch. They grew longer and harder.

Many guys sing the praises of big tits. They are nice, but little ones are fun too. They aren't as impressive in a halter top or under a sweater. However, they are just as much fun to squeeze, cup, suck, and caress.

"Mmmm," Liv sighed.

I loved knowing she enjoyed my efforts. I kneaded her soft flesh while my thumbs strummed her hard nips. She cooed; I smiled and got hard again.

"Mmmm. This is great," Liv said. "I see your friend is back." She chuckled and got on her knees.

Finally, I got a good look at her cute little tush. I've always lusted after women with big round bottoms. I was intrigue by her tiny ass. I reached up and palmed her firm flesh.

I jumped when Liv spoke. She jolted me out of my daze. She laughed, and said, "I know what you're wondering. Does a tiny butt equals a tight pussy?" She laughed, and said, "Maybe later you'll learn the answer."

I leaned into her, caressed her bum with both hands, and said, "You have a great ass. I look forward to plowing it."

"First things first," Liv said. She handed me the soap, and said, "Wash my tush, tummy, thighs, and pussy. Don't put the soap or soapy fingers inside me, as either will irritate my vagina. "

I washed her body from the neck down. I relished touching her boobs, bum, legs, belly, and hairless vulva. I diligently cleaned everything thrice.

"Good job!" Tracy said teasingly. She took the soap, put it away, and stood. "Dry us and let's get in bed."

I got out of the tub and quickly rubbed my body. I helped her stand on the bath mat and gently dried her. We went into her bedroom and got into bed. We caressed each other.

My dick was as hard as a rock. Her body was soft and delicate.

"Oh! Mmmm," she moaned as I fingered her.

I smelled her arousal and was determined to have her!

I rolled her onto her back and desperately said, "I have to taste you!"

She giggled and spread her legs. I partially raised my mask, so I could tongue her twat.

"Ahh," I groaned.

"Ohhh!" she moaned as I ate her pussy.

My tongue went everywhere. I licked her labia, pushed my tongue inside her vagina, massaged her clit, and lapped her tiny asshole.

"Ohh!" she moaned

"God! You taste good!" I said in Troy's voice.

I wanted more! I licked her sex and slurped her tangy fluid. My hands embraced her boobs and held her down. I couldn't risk her discovering it was her brother, not Troy, ravishing her.

She obviously enjoyed letting me eat her. She moaned. I moaned as I savored her nectar.

"OHHhhhhhhhhhh!" she hollered. She drove her pussy into my face. Spasms wracked her body as she came hard.

I gave her one last lick, replaced my mask, and held her while she enjoyed the fire racing through her body.

"Fuck! That was good," she said a few minutes later.

I slid on top of her. She knew what came next. She guided my cock to her entrance. We moaned loudly as I penetrated her.

I paused to enjoy her pussy, to savor her feminine warmth, wetness and tightness.

Then, I fucked my sister.

I started slowly. She was snug and I didn't want to hurt her. The pace increased. We thrusted at each other. Our hearts raced as we moaned and sucked in large quantities of air.

We rutted like animals. It was amazing... and more so when we cried out and came simultaneously!

I pulled out. We panted and enjoyed the bliss.

As we relished our climaxes, I played with her little tits, thinking, "These are great. Sex with Liz was great."

"Mmmm. That was nice. Very nice," Liz said.

"We're not done. I love your cute little ass. I have to do you doggie style."

She giggled, and said, "Your wish is my command. After two great orgasms I can't deny you."

She surprised me. She rolled over and took my messy dick in her mouth. I said, "Ah. I can clean that."

She pulled off, and said, "No need. I swallowed your cum earlier, so why would this be a problem?"

She hoovered my dick. When I was hard, she got on her hands and knees. She teased me, by shaking her butt, and saying, "Come and get it!"

"Fuck! You're fun!" I said. I wet the tip of my dick and pushed in slowly.

"Oh!" she gasped as I bottomed out.

I fucked her hard. I couldn't help it. Her ass was small and her vag was snug. They taunted me and, in response, I pounded her. From the sounds she was making, she didn't seem to mind.

"God! You're tight" I shouted.

"Oh! Your dick is magical. I'm going to cum again," Liv shouted.

I was determined to make that happen. I tweaked a stiff nipple.

"Bastard!" she replied.

I brought my hand to her pussy and rubbed her clit as my cock stretched her snug cunt. It only took a couple of strokes to trigger her orgasm.

"OHHHH!" she shouted.

I felt her pussy pulse. It grabbed my penis. I groaned and filled her with my cream. We collapsed into a heap and savored the aftershocks.

Liv lay on her side and was in her own world.

I lay on my back, heaving and sweating.

Liv said, "We have to do this again. Don't you agree?"

She rolled over to face me and she went silent. Her eyes grew big. I saw a look of horror on her face, and I remembered I was so hot I'd removed the mask.

"YOU!" she shrieked.

I don't know where my bravado came from. Instead of panicking and apologizing, I said, "I'm game for another round. This was the best Halloween trick or treat ever."

Liv ran screaming from the room.

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My sister didn't speak to me for the next three weeks. I didn't mind. It was an improvement. Usually, I was the recipient of an avalanche of caustic comments.

Late one night, after everyone had gone to bed, my sister entered my room. She had her robe tied securely around her body. I was under the covers. I set my phone aside, and asked, in an unfriendly tone, "What do you want?"

I expected an angry diatribe.

She sat on the corner of my bed, lowered her eyes to the floor, and said, in a soft voice, "We need to talk about what happened."

Her tone and demeanor disarmed me. I dropped my attitude, and said, "For as long as I can remember, we've had an adversarial relationship."

Liv said, "It's my fault." She took and released a deep breath, and said, "Before you came along, I had a sweet gig. I was the only child, the only grandchild, and I was the center of attention.

"Then, you came along. Everyone was gaga over the new baby. I was yesterday's news. I didn't handle sharing the spotlight well. As you grew, you became momma's little man.

"I was still daddy's little girl, but he had less time for me. You and he bonded over sports, hunting, and camping. Stuff I had no interest in. He no longer had time for tea parties with me. You and he had games to watch, play, or attend. There were boys only camping trips.

"I felt abandoned. Discarded. I was jealous and angry. I took it out on you. I never got over those feelings, that's why for all these years I've been mean to you."

"I understand," I said. "We can start afresh and be kind to each other."

Liv said, "I don't want us to be friends."

That sentence surprised me. I gave her a confused look.

She said, "The sex we had was the best I've ever had. I saw the look in your eyes. You felt it too, didn't you?"

Her eyes focused on mine. They flicked from my right to my left and back again. She was studying me, judging my response.

She said, "I've been with a lot of boys. I know when I'm being used for sex. I know when there's a strong emotional connection. We had that.

"I don't want to be your sister. I want to be your lover.

She stood and removed her robe. She was naked. She pulled the bedspread and sheet off me and got into bed. She climbed on top of me. She was on her knees, straddling my hips.

She soft pedaled the shocking suggestion. "While neither of us are dating, why not hook up?"

I'm sure I looked perplexed and confused.

Liv said, "Don't try and tell me you haven't been thinking about what we did?"

"I have," I confessed. "It was great."

"We could have rules, such as no kissing on the mouth."

I showed my agreement by nodding like a bobblehead doll. My penis began thickening.

Liv leaned into me and brought a breast to my mouth. I sucked a pretty pink nipple and heard her sigh.

I kissed and clutched her breasts. Hell! I practically swallowed them. I could almost get all of one into my mouth. She giggled and moaned as I tried.

She dry-humped my erection as I feasted on her pair. We could smell her; she was aroused. Her fluid wet my dick and she slid faster on my cock.

"I want you in me," she whispered. She grabbed my rod and guided it to her opening.

"OH!" we moaned as it parted her flesh and sunk into her velvety pocket.

She closed her eyes and rode me like a madwoman. I thrust; she bounced on my dick.

We didn't last long. We howled and climaxed together. She spasmed; I pumped sperm into her vagina. She collapsed on top of me and I held her tightly.

The room witnessed our heavy breathing.

After enjoying my orgasm. I kissed Liv on the forehead and ran my fingers through her long brown hair. I whispered, "I want more."

She giggled, lifted her head, looked into my eyes, and said, "I want more." She kissed me on the lips. It wasn't a brotherly peck.

It surprised me she'd broken our rule. The reaction it provoked shocked me. I embraced her and kissed her back with passion. I wanted to kiss her. I needed to. Our tongues dueled.

As suddenly as it started, it ended. We looked sheepishly into each other's eyes and denied the obvious. I lied and said, "That was lust."

"Yeah. Ah... I gotta pee," Liv said. She got out of bed and grabbed her robe. She opened the door, saw the hall was empty, and didn't cover up. She closed my door and hurried to the bathroom.

"Fuck!" I said. I pounded the bed with my fists.

"You messed up by kissing her. What the hell were you thinking?" I answered my question. "I wasn't thinking. I was reacting. We'd had sex. Great sex. I never imagined we'd do that again."

"She kissed me first." I cringed because that excuse sounded childish.

I stared at the ceiling, remembering her soft, supple body. I said, "I adore everything about Liv. Will I ever enjoy her again?"

My sister threw the door to my room open. She was wearing her robe, and she said, "I heard you. So you like my tight little body?"

"Oh, shit," I thought. I wondered, "Am I in trouble?" I froze, like a deer looking into a car's headlights.

She shut the door, shimmied out of the robe, displaying her petite body and perky tits. She smiled, and said, "I'm glad you like it because I like yours. I meant it when I said, 'I want more'.

"We are going to sixty-nine. I'm going to suck your dick and you are going down on me. Don't worry. I washed, so you won't be eating your cum."

She ripped the covers off me. She caressed my little dick, and said, "Aw. Your penis is small and cute."

She leaned in, and spoke how people talk to a baby. She asked, "Did I scare you? Don't worry. Olivia wuves you." She kissed the tip, and said, "I'll get you big and hard. You've got a dark cave to explore. "

Liv laughed, and crawled into bed. She placed her knees by my ears, and put her face over my groin. I stared adoringly at her snatch. I opened my mouth, anticipating licking her labia.

After taking me into her mouth, she sat on my face.

"Mmm," I moaned as I licked her tangy slit.

My tongue made her moan. She gobbled my genitals. Everything, shaft and balls, were in her mouth. She squealed. I took it to be a triumphant sound announcing 'I did it!'.

My dick swelled. She had to release the boys and focused on my tip and shaft.

I focused on everything: her lips, vaginal opening, and most importantly, her clit. Her nub got the full treatment from my tongue and fingers. I alternated, barely brushing it and rubbing it firmly. That made her shudder and beg.

I teased and drove her to new heights. She peaked and came, rewarding me with a gush of fluid.

"Oh! Fuck me! That was good. Baby bro, you know how to please. Thank you!"

"I'm not a baby," I answered. "I'm twenty. Calling me baby bro is annoying and worse, it sounds like dialogue from a bad porn video."

"Would you rather I use your Christian name and call you Orville?"

From her tone I could tell she was being sincere, so I said, "My name is Orville Nickerson. My friends call me Nick."

Liv spun so that we were face-to-face. She said, "Nick, I've been a bitch and treated you badly. I will change."

She kissed me. It was honest and genuine, and included tongue. She also ran a hand through my thick brown hair. I felt my toes curl.

I kissed her passionately. When we ended, she smiled, and said, "Good one, Nick. Now will you fuck me?"

"I'd love to Olivia. How do you want it?"

"Missionary or girl-on-top as long as it's hard and deep."

"As an appetizer, could we do reverse cowgirl?"

She chuckled, and said, "You love seeing my cute little tush?"

"I do."

"Anything for the best lover this girl ever had."

We kissed and then she granted me a viewing of her world-class butt. It was hot to see my rod disappear inside her box. I marveled at the sight and complimented her on her beautiful, sexy bum.

I rose, cupped her breasts from behind, kissed her on the neck, and said, "Thank you, Liv. You pick how we finish."

Liv said. "How about missionary?"

"That's fine."

My sister bit her lower lip, and said, "I want to see your face and to kiss you. I only suggested the no kissing rule to make the idea of us being together more palatable."

I kissed her lips, and said, "I know. I had the same hesitancy about breaking the taboo. Love knows no boundaries. I didn't screw you because you're my sister, but because you complete me."

I guided her onto her back, got on top, and kissed her. She hungrily returned it. I felt something, love I think, and matched her passion. My dick ached and throbbed. I wanted to penetrate her.

I denied myself. I kissed Liv. I stared into her sparkling blue eyes and caressed her body. I didn't immediately go for her tits or clit.

My modus operandi is to start making love by gently touching my partner's cheeks, neck, and collarbones. I want to go for her best parts, but I know women don't become aroused as quickly as a man, so I take my time.

I take detours. I hold, touch, and kiss hands, shoulders, feet, and inner thighs. I don't just grope her breasts or suck on a nipple. I explore. I tease. I make my partners moan. I wait until they hump me before I touch their pussy.

That's what I did with Liv.

She moaned and sighed. She didn't look away or close her eyes, so I stared into her beautiful eyes. I felt I could see into her soul.

I kissed her and told her that she was beautiful. I brought my head to her breasts and treated them as if they were the most magnificent pair I'd ever seen. Truthfully, I love her small round boobs. The enthusiasm I showed was genuine.

Olivia grabbed my head. She said, "That was thorough." She chuckled, and added, "Nick, I'm ready. Put your cock in me."

"Gladly."

I drove inside her. She was warm and well lubricated.

"OH!" we both exclaimed.

I fucked her at a moderate pace with long, deep stokes. I said, "Open your eyes." She did. Her face reddened. I smiled, and said, "I like hearing you moan and seeing your eyes glaze over. That tells me you like what I'm doing."

"I love what you're doing," Liz said. "It's not just your dick. You are a great lover. You're considerate. You care about me and my pleasure. You will make some lucky woman a great husband."

"But not you?" I teased.

"I wish. Maybe, if we moved to a foreign country."

We laughed, and continued to fuck. I'm not the smartest guy, but I know that regular missionary doesn't give women much clitoral stimulation, so

I slid down so only the tip and two inches of my dick entered. I made my cockhead rub my sister's G-spot.

She moaned loudly.

I slid up. We could no longer kiss because my head was past hers. She didn't complain about not being able to see my eyes, because my dick no longer moved horizontally as it entered her. It was more of a vertical motion with my shaft stroking her clit.

"Fuck!" Liv screamed. "Oh, yeah! That hits the spot. Nick, you're a genius!"

We fucked like that until she orgasmed. Then, I slid down, kissed her hard on the mouth, and pounded her quivering pussy.

"Ohhhh," I moaned as I sprayed her womb with my baby batter.

I slid off her. We were lost in our own worlds.

^^^Eleven years later^^^

"Fuck! You know how to ring my bell," Olivia said. She fanned her red face.

"I love ringing your bell," I answered. I kissed a boob.

We were in my guest bedroom, naked, sweaty, and enjoying our great orgasms. I was thirty-one; Olivia was thirty-eight. We'd made love.

We were happily married to others. I had three kids. They were ten, seven, and four. Liv had two, a nine-year-old girl and a five-year-old boy.

We had a special bond and a need that was only sated by having sex with each other. Three to four times a month we'd steal away and fuck. We must have done it thousands of times. It never got old.

We'd have great sex. Then, resume our lives, pretending to be normal people with a spouse, a job, a house in the suburbs, and kids that played soccer and baseball.

After today's bout, we discussed mundane things and showered. Dinner tonight was a joint event; I was barbecuing for our families.

That evening, we played games with the kids, talked, and drank. We overdid it. The kids were exhausted and the adults were buzzed, so Liv and her family stayed over. The kids got sleeping bags and slept in the rec room. Olivia and her husband would sleep in the bed where we'd had sex.

As I undressed for bed, my wife, Tammy, entered our bedroom naked. She smiled and asked, "Can I convince you to have sex with a mother of three?"

"Always," I answered. "I have a thing for MILFs." I went to her, hugged and kissed her. I massaged her round bottom.

Tammy pressed herself against me, sighed contentedly, and said, "They say seeing how a man treats his mother reveals a lot about his character. In your case, I was sold by how you treat your older sister.

"You respect her. You two are so close. You never argue. You look at each other kindly and listen attentively. Obviously, you two are great friends.

"My childhood was chaotic," Tammy said. "My dad left us. We struggled. My brothers and sisters fought. We called each other horrible names. I was determined to find a good man, so my kids would be raised in a loving environment. I wanted my husband to be my best friend."

"That's how I see us," I answered. "We're partners, lovers, and best friends."

I scooped her up and carried her to bed.

^^^

Hugh turned down the guest room bed, and said, "Olivia, is it my imagination? Every time we spend the night at your brother's house there are fresh sheets on the bed."

Liv giggled, and answered, "Like any good hostess, Tammy anticipates her guests' needs. I say we show our appreciation by getting them dirty."

She pulled her top off, undid her bra, and tossed it aside. She stood with her hands on her hips, and thrust out her small chest. She said, "How about some hanky-panky?"

"Yes, Ma'am!"

^^^

I love my sister and I love having sex with her. That doesn't prevent me from loving my wife and enjoying her body.

I dropped Tammy on the bed. While she bounced and laughed, I undressed. Her boobs and belly jiggled. She settled on the bed with her feet hanging off. I knelt, put my tongue on her twat, and licked.

"Oh! That always feels good," she announced.

I ate her. She had a tasty snatch. Today, it was covered with a thin layer of fur. As she explained, moms with three kids don't get a lot of private time. The kids, especially the younger two, think nothing of walking through closed doors.

She doesn't get the privacy she needs to shave. She can get a minute to buzz it with an electric trimmer which is enough for me.

"Oh! You have a magic tongue," she moaned.

I ate her for five more minutes. She was wet and ready. I stood, rolled her over, and pulled her so her butt was on the edge of the bed. I plunged my cock into her. We sighed.

^^^

Liv and Hugh undressed. They kissed. Then, they got into bed. It was a toss up who would take charge. They gave and received equally.

She went for his dick. Maybe because I had eaten her pussy silly earlier. Did she feel guilty or so satisfied that she didn't mind giving instead of receiving oral pleasure tonight?

"Oh, Babe. You're the best," Hugh said. He lay on his back and let her delight him. She was an enthusiastic cocksucker and happily thrilled him.

"Oh! Enough. Enough, Liv. I need to poke you."

^^^

I pounded my wife. Her ass was the opposite of Olivia's. Liv was still petite with a tight ass. Tammy wasn't fat; she was bigger: a couple inches taller and thirty-five pounds heavier. She had soft boobs, wide hips, and a nice round bottom, which at the moment I was enjoying.

Like many women with a big caboose, she worried that it may have crossed the line between big and sexy to big and fat. I re-assure her that that was not the case with her.

I pulled out, exhaled loudly, and lay beside her. She looked at me and asked, "Was that fun?"

"Yes, but I prefer to see your face."

Her bright smile relayed I'd hit the 'good husband' mark. She crawled on top and the lovemaking began. We kissed and stared into each other's eyes when I wasn't feasting on her tits.

I love my sister's small mounds. I also love my wife's large sagging breasts. Motherhood had caused their formerly small pink nipples to become large and dark. I didn't mind. They were always worth sucking.

"Ohhh!" we moaned as I penetrated Tammy.

^^^

Olivia laughed, and said, "I need you to grind corn."

"Gladly," Hugh said.

Hugh mounted and penetrated Liv. After a few tender kisses, he slid up. As Olivia explained to me, Hugh was an adequate lover. He had good size, but he didn't have my stamina, so they utilized C. A. T, the coital alignment technique.

It's part of my repertoire when having missionary sex. I use it as a change of pace move. It stimulates women differently. Instead of thrusting, the parties grind; the man's shaft rubs the woman's clit.

A woman's clitoris has a lot of nicknames: pearl, bean, nub, button, kernel. Bingo! Hence, the term, 'grind corn'.

This technique has two benefits: the women's 'kernel' gets direct stimulation and the man's penis gets less. The latter was good for Hugh because he had a problem with premature ejaculation, and since this didn't generate as much stimulation, he lasted longer.

Hugh and Liv ground on each other. It was okay for Hugh and great for Liv.

^^^

Tammy rode me gently. She emphasized quality over ferocity. We kissed. We looked at each other and murmured loving words.

She closed her eyes. I knew that meant she was close. She sighed, moaned, frantically rutted for thirty seconds. She achieved her climax. I kissed her and came. The bliss felt as great as ever.

^^^

Liv picked up the pace as her orgasm neared. She gasped and spasmed when she climaxed. Hugh slid down her body so he could thrust his dick fully inside her pussy. Three pumps triggered him.

They moaned and embraced as the fiery feelings of a great orgasm raced through their bodies.

^^^Fifteen years later^^^

I had another memorial Halloween night. The kids were all unmarried adults: Carol was nineteen, Will was twenty-two, and Zack had recently turned twenty-five. They went to different parties.

I enjoyed distributing candy and seeing the neighborhood kid's costumes. Tammy was out of town. Her sister had been in the hospital and needed some home care.

Around ten, I turned off the front porch light since no one had knocked on our door for thirty minutes. I heard a car pull into the driveway. I looked out and saw two young women emerge; they were my daughter's friends.

They helped a third woman exit the car. It was my Carol. She was unsteady and needed their help to make it up the walkway.

I turned the light on and went outside. Linda said, "I'm sorry to bring your daughter home in this state, Mr. Nickerson. Someone spiked the punch. "

I went to my daughter. In addition to being drunk, she'd vomited on herself. I took her, and said, "Linda and Bethany, thank you for bringing her home. I'll take over."

The girls scurried away. I brought Carol into the house. She slurred, "Sorry, Dad. I've made a mess on my clothes."

I said, "I know." I breathed through my mouth to reduce the assault on my nose.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

I took her to the hall bathroom. My plan was to remove her shirt, clean her face, and put her in bed.

I sat her on a closed toilet and washed her face with a damp washcloth. I removed her costume top. It surprised me to see her breasts: they were pretty, a nice size with puffy, pink nips that sat high on her chest.

"She's your daughter," I said to myself. "Stop looking." I looked away.

Carol giggled, and said, "Don't worry. I didn't lose my bra. It's in a pile with the other girl's bras. We played truth or dare. Jimmy and Eddie sucked my nipples. I sucked their dicks.

"Eddie came. It went everywhere, and I think some got in my hair." She felt around, and said, "Yeah. It did."

"I see," I said.

Carol giggled again, and said, "It's weird telling you this. Mom and I talk about sex. You and I don't. Mom told me that I can kiss anyone I want, and it's okay to let boys see and touch my breasts. Blowjobs are okay too.

"Mom said I need to carefully choose who sees and touches my vagina. That I shouldn't have full sex casually. I should save that for someone I love, someone I can see myself being with for years."

This discussion stunned me. I guess my face reflected my discomfort because Carol said, "Don't worry, Dad. I'm a virgin. I like boys, but I haven't fallen in love. Some of my girlfriends have fallen in love with five and six guys, but not me." She laughed.

"I need to wash and shampoo my hair," Carol said. She rose and fell back on the toilet seat. She said, "I'm too wobbly to shower. Will you run me a bath?"

"Yes."

"Carol. Carol!" My boys hollered.

"In here," my daughter answered.

Her brothers burst through the door and saw me with their half-naked sister. The older one, Zack, said, "Dad, we'll take over. A father shouldn't see his daughter naked."

"And her brothers should?" I asked,

Carol said, "We've already seen each other naked."

"What?"

Carol giggled, and said, "My brothers and girlfriends organized my last birthday party. We had beer and karaoke. Then, everyone went skinny-dipping."

"If you rather your brothers help, I'll bow out."

Carol nodded, and said, "Thanks, Dad."

^^^

I got a beer and watched TV. Time passed. I assumed Carol had gotten cleaned up. I heard the bathroom door open, and my younger son, Will, said, "Carol, why are you pulling the towel off?"

She giggled, and said, "I like being naked!"

The boys got her to her room. I went to the hall, picked up a wet towel, and hung it on the towel rack. I returned to my show.

Twenty minutes later, I said, "Where are the boys? I know handling intoxicated people can be like herding cats. What's taking so long?"

Ten minutes later, I still hadn't seen my sons. I said, "How long does it take to put panties and a nightgown on?"

I got up and went to Carol's bedroom. The door was closed. I didn't hear anything. I opened the door and peeked in. The three of them were in bed.

Zack raised his head, looked at me, and got out of bed. He had on his underwear. He came to me, and whispered, "We got her to bed. She was scared she'd vomit while sleeping and die. She asked that we stay with her. We said we would. Is that okay?"

"Yes."

I closed the door and went to bed.

^^^

The next day, I woke up and did my morning routine. I went to Carol's bedroom and heard noises. I opened the door a crack and saw my eighteen-year-old daughter. She was nude and on her hands and knees.

My sons were there. They were naked and kneeling at either end of her.

Carol sucked Zack's cock while Will fucked her from behind. They were too engrossed with what they were doing to notice me.

I wanted to scream, barge in, and demand to know what the hell was going on. I didn't because I knew that I'd raised good children. My sons wouldn't take advantage of a drunk woman, and from the way Carol sighed and was cooing, she was on board with what was happening.

I quietly closed the door. I went to the kitchen and made coffee. I'd get the full story when someone exited the room. I waited and prepared for the interrogation.

An hour later, the kids stumbled into the kitchen. There were smiles all around. The boys had on tee shirts and pajama bottoms while Carol wore a sleeping shirt that hit her an inch above mid-thigh. I saw her chest wobble and surmised she wasn't wearing a bra.

Carol saw me, came over, and said, "Dad, I'm so embarrassed about last night." She hugged me. I confirmed she was braless.

She said, "I played truth or dare with my friends. It began innocently. The penalty was to drink a glass of punch. I knew it had alcohol in it. Someone must have spiked it. As the night progressed, the punch got stronger and the game more risque.

"Jimmy and Eddie sucked on your nipples," I said, "and you gave them blowjobs."

"Oh. You know." Carol's face burned bright red.

"What I'm more concerned about is what I saw this morning: my sons spit roasting their sister."

"Ah... Ah," They all babbled.

Carol said, "If you're angry, be mad with me. They only did what I asked."

"WHAT?"

Carol raised her hands and gestured that I should calm down. She said, "I'm trying to be a good girl. Unlike everyone else at college, I'm not hooking up with a different guy every night.

"Last night, I almost had sex with two guys. I'm not blaming the alcohol. I have found it harder and harder to follow Mom's rule because after kissing and petting, I'm so damn horny I want to go all the way!

"Last night, I was naked and fooling around with Jimmy and Eddie. After sucking them, they got hard again and suggested they spit roast me.

"I didn't know what that was. They explained, showing me with their fingers. One put his finger in my mouth. Jimmy fingered my pussy, sawing in and out. I'd never felt such pleasure. It convinced me to be part of a threesome, even though I'd lose my virginity.

"Before we started, Eddie vomited on me. That killed the mood. My girlfriends came and got me, cleaned me up and dressed me. Then, I threw up. My friends alerted my brothers and Linda and Bethany drove me home."

Carol made a face, and said, "I want to be a good girl, but my will is weakening. If not today, then tomorrow or the next day, I'm going to have sex because I'm curious, frustrated, and horny. Those are horrible reasons to have sex.

"I begged Zack and Will to have sex with me. We did the spit roast twice. I sucked them and they fucked me. Everyone came both times."

"I know that sounds bad. We committed incest, but I love and trust Will and Zack. They will be in my life forever. Aren't they better choices than a one night stand with a guy who doesn't care about me?"

The three of them looked at me. I was passed surprised.

"Dad, I thought you'd understand," Carol said, "because you and Aunt Olivia have been having sex for years."

BOOM!

I didn't see that coming. I stood and paced, and tried unsuccessfully to formulate a response.

Zack said, "We all know about you and Aunt Liv."

"No one minds," Will said. "You are great people; you're not hurting anyone or breaking up our families. Mom's okay with it and Uncle Hugh accepts it. They've told us that you and your sister sleeping together doesn't diminish the love or life you have with them."

"Wow!" I said. I staggered and sat down hard.

"We're following in your footsteps, Dad," Carol said. "What we are doing is safe. No one is being used. No one will get a broken heart. Our spouses will have to accept it. It's part of the package. I like to shtup my brothers. If a guy isn't okay with that, we won't marry.

"Did we do something wrong?" she asked.

"No. Your logic is sound. What you're doing is unconventional, but Olivia and I chose that path and it's worked for us. A parent wants their children happy, so if this makes you happy..."

"It does!

We hugged. While I squeezed my daughter, I asked, "You said everyone in the family knows about Olivia and me. Does that include your cousins?"

"Yes."

"Are they having sex?"

"Yes," Carol said.

We pulled apart. I asked, "Do their parents know?"

"Aunt Olivia knows. Uncle Hugh doesn't."

"How did it happen?" I asked.

Zack said, "Cassie is strong, fearless, and smart. She doesn't give a wit about what anyone thinks. Alex is not as confident."

"Yes. He's a worrier," I agreed.

"Will and I," Zack said, "tried to help him. We've told him that everyone is nervous about having sex. We all worry about making mistakes and looking foolish. We told him whatever the challenge, prepare the best you can and just do it. It's not the end of the world if you mess up."

"We told him what you told us," Will said. "There's one thing worse than failing, that's not trying. If you let fear control you, you'll never accomplish anything and you will never be happy.

"As best I know," Zack said, "things came to a head two years ago when Alex turned eighteen. There was this girl he liked. He was afraid to ask her out because things might get physical and he was inexperienced."

^^^Flashback^^^

"Oh, God!" Cassidy shrieked. "Alex, what's wrong?"

"I don't know," he answered.

She saw big, red, raised welts on his face, neck, and forearms. They hurt and he scratched them.

"Stop it," she chastised him. "That'll make them worse."

She studied him but didn't touch him. She said, "They look like hives. Did you fall into poison ivy?"

"No. I haven't been outside. I didn't eat or drink anything unusual."

"They look painful. Remove your shirt."

Alex unbuttoned it and took it off. There were hives on his chest, stomach, and back.

"Take off your pants," Cass ordered.

Alex frowned, but did as was told. There were welts on his waist and lower abdomen, none on his legs.

Cassie grabbed the top of his boxers, pulled them out, and peered inside.

"Hey!" Alex objected.

"I need to know how bad the situation is," she explained. "I'm only interested in your dick if it has hives, and it doesn't." She released the waist band. It snapped back into place.

"If it's hives, an antihistamine will relieve it. Follow me."

They went into the bathroom where Cassie gave him some Benadryl. He swallowed it.

"If this isn't a reaction to something like poison ivy, it could be caused by stress," Cassidy said. "You are a worrier. Is there something making you more anxious than usual?"

"I like Cindy. I want to ask her out."

"That's good." Cassie knew her brother was shy. He hadn't expressed an interest to date anyone before. She wanted to support him. She added, "She's cute and nice. You should ask her.

"Has thinking about Cindy stressed you out?" She laughed and answered her own question. "Of course it has!"

Alex looked distressed. Cassie took him by the hand and led him to the family room. They sat on the sofa. She said, "I know you have concerns. Spill. I can tell you how girls think, so your date will go well."

"The date doesn't worry me: it's a party with our classmates. We will know everyone, and we've talked. We have common interests."

"That's good," Cassidy said. "Don't do something stupid, like getting drunk or ignoring her and talking to others. Show her you've made an effort. Bathe, shave, and dress up."

She pointed at his crotch, and said, "You might want to trim down there."

Alex flinched. His sister noticed, and said, "I'm not saying shave off your pubes. It looked like a jungle. As a courtesy, tidy up."

Alex looked agitated. He stared at her with wide eyes. Cassie noticed. She expected him to say something. When he didn't she said, "I'm not saying you two will or should have sex. Be prepared."

"That's what I worried about," Alex confessed. "I can study and be ready to talk about movies and music. I can't prepare to kiss and do sexual stuff when I've never done it."

"You've kissed Grandma," Cassie said.

Alex smirked, and said, "Do you kiss your dates like you kiss Grandma and Grandpa?"

"It's the same action. The intensity is different."

She grabbed his chin and planted two kisses on him. The first one was a basic 'Hello, Grandma' smooch; the second one had passion and lasted longer.

When she pulled back, Alex's head was spinning. He said, "Tell me how to do that second kiss."

"I will but that is not where the lesson starts. I'll assume you know the basics: practice good hygiene, have fresh breath, and don't surprise someone by pouncing on girls who haven't shown signs they are interested in being kissed."

"The first two things are obvious," Alex said. "Reading a girl's mind is more complicated."

Cassie chuckled, and agreed, "The eyes allow you to read your partner's mind, to know if they want to be kissed; they convey your desire, and build a strong emotional connection."

Cassidy saw panic cross Alex's face. She laughed gently, and said, "You have a lot to learn. Do you want me to teach you?"

"YES!'

"It'll be awkward and embarrassing."

"I'll owe you. If I mess up, correct me. If I mess up with Cindy or another classmate, the whole school will hear and I'll never live it down."

Cassidy stood, and said, "I can tutor you. We would have to have sex. Can you handle that? Think it over. I'll be in my room." She left.

Alex was gobsmacked.

He had been so obsessed on asking Cindy out and kissing her that he hadn't imagined all the activities that come next. His sister's words forced him to see the complete picture.

He agonized over it. Then, went to his sister's room. She laid on the bed, looking at her phone. She looked up. He said, "Please help. If I screw up, I may be alone all my life."

"Close and lock the door."

When he turned around, his sister stood and said, "Lesson one. Generally speaking, men's clothing is utilitarian. Our clothes are more expensive and fragile.

"You need to be gentle with us: you can't roughhouse and wrestle a girl like your guy friends. Nothing will piss a girl off faster than damaging her clothing. You may want to rip her clothes off, but don't.

"Undress me, knowing if you mess up my clothes, any hope for sex vanishes."

Alex focused. He slowly undid buttons and zippers.

Cassi chuckled and said, "Even something as simple as buttons is different. Men's shirt buttons are sewn on the right; women's buttons are on the left."

Alex had his sister down to her underwear. Cassidy was slim like their mother. She also had small boobs. They weren't as round; they were wider and flatter. Her athletic breasts were firm and didn't need tons of support.

She generally wore bandeau bras to avoid the hard nipple look. She expected her brother would accept her offer to learn about sex. She'd changed into a normal bra so he could learn how to undo a hook and eye latch.

She explained and had him practice until he could undo it with one hand. Then, she let him remove her panties.

His eyes widened. Her sex was hairless. She turned, showing him the family treasure. She had the same small, tight, cute tush her mother had.

Cassidy chuckled, and said, "Why are you googly eyed? I know you've watched porn."

"It's different to see a beautiful naked woman in person."

"So I'm beautiful," she asked.

"Yes. Sexy and alluring."

"Thank you. You know how mother used to say mind your manners? And to always say please and thank you? When a woman bares her body, always look astonished and tell her she's beautiful--even if she's not.

"We are all self-conscious about something. I have small boobs with long nipples. Be kind. Lie if you have to. Got it?"

Alex nodded.

"Great. Undress."

Alex did. He blushed and covered his erection.

"I know you're worried about your cock. Most guys are unless it's eight inches long and as thick as a baseball bat. Show me."

His face reddened as he moved his hand.

Cassie appraised it, and said, "Yours is normal. That's good. Small can be disappointing. Large can be scary.

She grabbed it, squeezed, and said, "Nice. Girls like a hard cock."

She discussed dos and don'ts, and the importance of compliments and foreplay. She gave him a geography lesson, and said, "For you it's all about your penis. For women, it's the clit."

They got in bed. She let him explore her. She had him touch and kiss everything, including her asshole. He hesitated until she said, "Do you think women want to suck your penis? We do it because we know you like it. We expect that you wash well.

"Some women enjoy butt play. Many worry about how their genitals look and smell. If you kiss their pussy and ass, they will know you don't find them disgusting. Then, they can relax and enjoy themselves. If they like anal or to be touched back there, you've broached the subject and they will let you know. "

"You're not disgusting," Alex said.

"I know. I'm clean and I'm fit. Some guys want women with bigger boobs. That's fine. I prefer tall, blonde guys. We're all allowed our druthers."

"Do you like ass play?"

"It can be hot to be touched there and have a fingertip penetrate me when I'm in the mood for dirty, nasty sex. I don't allow penises in there. That scares me, and I have a perfectly good vagina built for fucking.

"You've gently touched me. If your tongue can find my clit and you can make me wet, you can fuck me."

Alex hurriedly got between her legs and tongued her twat. He found her button and worked it. He remembered her instructions and touched it softly. As her breathing and moaning increased, signaling her growing arousal, he increased the pressure.

He varied how he touched it: he barely brushed it, his tongue crisscrossed it, he sucked, and he circled her button without touching it. He savored her scent and taste.

"Fuck!' Cassidy cried. "You're good at eating pussy. Get on top of me and put your dick in."

Alex climbed on top. She grabbed him and guided it in. He sank into her and they both moaned loudly.

He thrust ten times, hollered, and shot his load. He saw stars and felt joy he'd never felt before. Cass held him as he discovered the wonders of sex.

When he recovered, he smiled sheepishly, and said, "That felt great. Did you cum?"

She kissed the sweet, naive eighteen-year-old, and said, "No. Rome wasn't built in a day. I can tell you will be a great lover. You need to practice, and that's what I'm here for. You need to last longer to make a woman cum on your cock."

He slid off. She said, "I'm going to clean up. You rest and we'll do it again."

When she returned, Cassie washed his dick with a damp cloth and sucked it until he hardened like a rock. She had him mount her and they fucked. He lasted longer, but not much.

As he rested, she said, "All guys start off like this. The pleasure is so great they cum quickly. Women are the opposite.

"Like you, this is a new experience and we are bewildered. There's all these new sensations. Then, there are the normal fears: Am I doing this right? Should I move more? Less? Differently?

"These combine with our insecurities: Does he like me? Are my boobs too small? Is my butt too big? How's my breath? I can smell my arousal, does he find it disgusting? Etc.

"We are distracted by all these thoughts. You know my clit is not in my vagina. PIV stimulates you, but girls, not so much."

"What should I do?" Alex asked.

"A few things. You will learn how to control yourself and last longer. Just as your partners will learn to relax and focus on the pleasure so they can orgasm.

"Knowing that intercourse alone can't get a woman off, you need to engage in a lot of foreplay. Sex is called making love for a reason. Kiss, caress, and compliment us. Suck our nipples. Eat are pussies.

"When she's thoroughly aroused, enter her. Make her cum and she'll invite you back."

"That makes sense. I want her to enjoy being with me."

"Good man," Cassie said. "I see you're hard: I'm wet. Do me again. How about doggie?" She got on her hands and knees, and showed him her tush.

"Shouldn't I do foreplay first?"

"Normally. We are working on increasing your stamina. Wet the tip and stick it in."

Alex licked his fingers, wet the head of his dick, and slid it inside his sister's warm, snug pussy.

"Ohhhh," he moaned.

He caressed, staring at her ass as he pushed his cock in and out. He lasted almost two minutes.

^^^

The next day, they got together, got naked, and got into bed. They kissed and he pleasured her. He loved her nipples and how they lengthened.

He loved her ass. She let him stroke and rub it. He spread her butt cheeks and licked her crinkled asshole, which made her laugh. He made her moan when he ate her pussy.

They fucked three times: missionary, doggie style, and cowgirl. He came; she didn't.

"Am I getting better? You aren't climaxing."

She tousled his hair and said, "I enjoy it. You're getting better."

^^^

They tried three more times that week. He improved. Not enough to give his sister an orgasm.

^^^

The second week was much like the first. The novice practiced; the teacher taught, offered encouragement, and served as a cum dumpster.

He showed progress.

^^^

At the end of the third week, Alex decided to focus on pleasing his sister. He caressed and kissed her body. He made her moan as he stimulated her nipples. He did his clit move on them. She oohed and ahhed as he lapped, kissed, and crisscrossed his tongue over her nips.

He tried a new move. He barely brushed her pointy nipples and he drew circles around them with his tongue, she whined, "Stop teasing me, you bastard! Suck or pull and pinch them!

He did and she moaned loudly.

He went down on her and pulled the same crap. He got the same results. She moaned when he worked her clitoris. She begged and insulted him when he teased her. When he gave in to her demands and focused on her nub, she cried out and climaxed.

Her body spasmed. Her legs closed and trapped his head. Alex smiled, and said to himself, "I did it!"

After a long rest, Cassidy said, "You rang my bell."

"I owe you."

"Yeah. You did. Want to fuck?"

"YES!"

The siblings kissed. They took things slowly. Alex didn't tease her as much. They enjoyed the foreplay. He mounted her and fucked her deeply with long, slow strokes while kissing Cassidy and staring into her eyes.

She said, "Mmmm. This is nice."

"Yes. You're going to cum again."

"Oh. Am I?" Her tone was playful.

"Yes." He rolled off her, and said, "Get on top and fuck me for your pleasure. I'll cum when you orgasm."

"That's a bold statement. Lovely, if it's true."

She straddled him and slowly impaled herself on his steel. She did as he'd asked, knowing that he would enjoy being inside her. She focused on herself. She tilted, changing the angle of penetration. She moved up and down, sometimes in a circle, and sometimes, she just ground her clit against his pubis.

In the end, she rode him fast and hard.

"OOOHHHH," she shouted as she came.

"Ohhh," Alex murmured as his dick spurted. His sperm flooded her cavity.

She collapsed; they laid quietly for a long time.

Cassidy rose, smiled, and kissed her brother lovely on the lips. She smiled, and said, "You're ready."

^^^"Flashback over^^^

"As I understand it," Zack said, "Cassidy and Alex had sex. They had numerous lessons and covered everything. When Alex was competent and confident, he asked Cindy out."

Will laughed and said, "The sex lessons took nearly a month, by then Cindy was dating Raymond. Alex was disappointed, but he was primed and ready, so he asked Erin, a cute redhead.

"They hit it off. For six months, I had to hear about her great tits, her beautiful sexy fire crotch, and tight pussy. He said she shaved her labia and has a thick triangle of orange pubes on her mons."

"He was a basket case," Carol said, "when Erin's father got transferred and she moved a thousand miles away. Cassidy consoled him and they had sex often.

"He's now dating a tall brunette. Cassidy told me they still have sex every week. More when either isn't in a serious relationship."

I was shellshocked. I had asked a question and got more than I expected. The kids noticed and were silent.

Finally, I said, "Who am I to judge? Carol, Zack, Will, if this arrangement works for you, good. I love your mother. I'm very lucky she allowed my relationship with my sister to continue. I hope your spouses will be as understanding, if you continue being physical.

I got a group hug. I said, "Ah. There's no reason to let your mother know that I know she knows about me and Olivia."

Zack smiled, and said, "We let sleeping dogs lie."

^^^Twenty-five years later^^^

Hugh and Tammy died. Liv moved in with me. The story we tell our friends and neighbors is that we don't want to be alone, which is true.

For appearances sake, we have separate bedrooms. I use mine to store my clothes.

We sleep together every night. We kiss, cuddle, talk, laugh, and reminisce. We have sex. It's mostly oral or manual. Once in a blue moon, I get an erection. Liv gushes and lets me ravage her while I pretend to be the stud I once was.

The five kids married and they have children. They found open-minded mates. They are swingers. We babysit the grandkids for one weekend a month so they can get together.

As it's been explained to me, it's a free for all. Anyone can have sex with anyone. Zack and Will have screwed Cassidy. Carol's been with Alex. And their spouses do whomever they like.

What a world!

The End