"Can we come in?" Steffi asked. Marc nodded dumbly and stepped aside as his sister and her friend entered.
"Marc," she said, "this is Michael."
Marc extended his hand and Michael shook it, seeming uncomfortable as if he were not used to such cordial welcomes. He was a bit taller than Marc and considerably slimmer of build. His face was youthful beneath shaggy hair and a droopy mustache. But the greater part of Marc's attention was focused on the beautiful girl who was standing beside him.
The last time Marc had seen Steffi, she had been no more than a girl. There was no doubt in his mind that she was a woman now. She was dressed simply in tight hip-hugging blue jeans that pulled snugly at the crotch, and Marc could not help thinking that there was no room for panties underneath. On top she wore a loose fitting sweatshirt which gave little indication of how her breasts might have developed over the several years since she and Marc had last seen each other. Most of all, Marc marvelled at Steffi's beautiful face. She had the same huge green eyes and clear young skin as always, and even her hair looked as if it had not been more than trimmed over the years. Dark brown and parted down the middle, it was perfectly straight and reached almost to the small of her back. She had been a beautiful girl, and now she was a beautiful woman.
"Hey," she said, nodding at the bulge in his robe, "is that any way to greet a long lost sister?"
Marc looked down and flushed slightly. It didn't seem right to get a hard-on looking at your own sister, but then again it didn't seem right for your own sister to look so appealing.
"Sorry, Steff," he apologized. "It's been a rough morning."
"That's okay, big brother. How about a welcoming hug?"
Marc and Steffi embraced warmly. Marc blushing a deep red as his stupid cock insisted on getting in the way of the embrace.
"It's okay, Marc," Steffi assured him. "Listen, I'm flattered that you're excited to see me!"
Marc was pleased that his kid sister was behaving in such a grown-up fashion. He had to keep on reminding himself that he was no longer dealing with a child. The stirrings in his groin would not let him forget.
Meanwhile, Michael was standing nervously by the window. Marc was trying hard not to prejudge him, but he could not help feeling a bit uncomfortable with this seedy looking stranger standing in his living room casting furtive glances out the window. Marc hoped that his sister would explain what this surprise visit was about. She did not make him wait long.
"Marc," she began, "Michael is in trouble with the law."
Marc looked at Michael who continued to stare out the window.
"He didn't do anything wrong. Honest! They just caught him dealing some pot and he got away and now we need some place to stay for a few days." Steffi took Marc's hand. "Please, Marc. We won't be any trouble." Steffi slid a soft hand underneath her brother's robe and placed it gently on his stomach. Carefully playing with the hairs that grew just below his navel, she looked sexily into his eyes. Leaning forward, she allowed her breasts to make fleeting contact with his chest as she whispered into his ear.
"I'll make it up to you any way you want," she said.
Marc looked at her hard as she continued to tug gently at his hairs and softly rub his tummy. Was she being a sweet and loving sister or was she acting like a slut? Marc couldn't decide, but he knew that he liked what she was doing to him. Without taking his eyes off of hers, he clasped the hand which was teasing him to delightfully and pushed it lower. Steffi's fingertips made contact with her brother's cock, but she quickly withdrew, gently scratching his pubic hair instead.
Again, Marc took her by the wrist and firmly planted her small warm hand on his cock. She closed her eyes and sighed this time as she began to rhythmically massage her brother's erection. Marc looked at her and saw the face of an affectionate and liberated sister and not that of a whore. He took her hand off his penis and, raising it to his lips, kissed it tenderly. "Sure you can stay," he said.
Steffi kissed him on the mouth with warm but closed lips.
"Thank you, Marc. You're a dear." She looked meaningfully at his crotch. "And you're such a big boy now," she said with a smile.
Marc grinned and looked at Michael who was still looking glumly out the window.
"He doesn't talk much, does he?" Marc said to his sister.
"Michael? Oh, he's sort of moody. You'll like him once you get to know him. There is one thing, though."
"What's that?" Marc asked, already expecting the worst.
Steffi cupped her hands to her mouth as if that would prevent Michael from hearing and said in a loud stage whisper, "He's sort of a pervert."
"Gay?" asked Marc a bit nervously.
"Oh no, not usually. He's just a bit odd sometimes."
Marc waited for his sister to elaborate, but soon realized that no elaboration was forthcoming. He decided not to press her, figuring that he would find out all too soon anyway. It was then that Michael spoke his first words. "Where do I sleep?"
Marc had to concede that it was a reasonable enough question. He only had one bedroom, and he wasn't about to share his bed with the mystery pervert. The alternatives were for him to give up his bed to Steffi and Michael or for him to put Michael on the couch and share his bed with Steffi. The latter possibility was intriguing but somehow frightening. "Well," he said, "do you two… I mean…"
"Do we ball?" Steffi proposed brightly. Marc felt himself reddening.
"Listen, Marc," she said, "if the three of us are going to share this small apartment for a few days, we're going to have to learn to be frank with each other. Right?"
Marc nodded. Being frank with Steffi was not going to be easy, but he could tell that it was going to be fun.
"Now," she said, placing a hand comfortably on her brother's shoulder, "what was it you wanted to know?"
Marc cleared his throat. "Do you two ball?" he asked.
The corners of Steffi's mouth turned up in a pretty smile as she answered. "Not often," she said, "but very very well."
"Well, where would you like to sleep?"
Steffi's pretty green eyes scanned Marc's body before she spoke. Her gaze stopped at the still impressive remains of his last erection.
"Frankly, big brother, if it's okay with Michael, I'd very much like to sleep with you."
Michael gave his silent consent by immediately plopping down on the living room couch. Steffi took her brother's hand and led him into the bedroom.
"It's high time we got re-acquainted," she said, a cutely naughty glint in her eye.
Steffi sat on the edge of the bed as Marc stood self-consciously in the middle of the room.
"Look, Marc, I meant what I said about being frank with each other. I mean, we shared a room when we were kids, didn't we?"
"Sure," he answered, "but you weren't so damn sexy when we were kids."
Steffi looked coyly at her brother out of the comer of her eye.
"Don't you like it?" she asked sweetly.
"That's what I'm afraid of," he said.
"Well, look, if it's my body that's got you uptight, I think you better start getting used to it right away."
Without waiting for a response, Steffi took hold of her sweatshirt where it ended at her hips and swiftly pulled it off over her bead. She was wearing nothing underneath.
"There," she said. "Now it that so frightening?"
Marc looked at his sister's lovely body with awed admiration. Aside from being stunned by the simple and unembarrassed manner in which she had removed her top in his presence, Marc could not remember ever having seen such an attractive and wholesome looking body before. Steffi's breasts were perfect rose-tipped apples sitting high and proud on her girlish chest. The last time he had seen his sister's breasts, they had just barely begun to differ from his own. She had been embarrassed that time, and he had walked away with a king-sized erection. He could still remember closing the door and beating off to fantasies of fucking his sister's tits.
And here he was in his bedroom again with Steffi sitting bare-chested on his bed. And this time she was a woman with real woman's boobs.
"What's the matter, big brother? Haven't you ever seen boobs before?" She lifted them proudly in her palms. "You even saw these a few years ago, remember? They turned out pretty nicely, didn't they?" She looked at the bulge at his crotch. "I can see that you like them. Listen, why don't you take your robe off and make yourself at home. If I'm going to be sleeping with a brother who gets a hard-on every time he sees my tits, I might as well get used to seeing what he looks like in the buff." Marc opened his robe and dropped it on the floor. "Ooh!" she said. "That's very nice!" She patted the edge of the bed invitingly and Marc sat down.
Steffi had kicked off her shoes now and was stretching out temptingly on the bed, her eyes closed and her hair spread out behind her head like a halo. Marc looked at her pliant young breasts and his hand shook. He placed the hand gingerly on her firm young tummy. She smiled.
"Mmmm," she moaned, "that feels nice. Would you rub it for awhile?"
Marc began to trace small circles on his sister's stomach. The circles slowly began to grow larger and larger, encompassing the light, light brown pubic hairs which began to show a few inches below the navel and reaching almost to her firm high breasts. Her skin was soft and warm, and Marc wanted very much to shove his hand down the front of her pants to feel the dampness of her young twat. His circles grew larger and larger, his fingers reaching just under the top of her pants and just to the undersurface of her lovely breasts. The pressure in his own groin was becoming unbearable.
As if she could read his thoughts, Steffi opened her eyes and smiled.
"Marc," she said, "if you'll lick my nipples, I'll rub your prick."
Marc did not wait for a second invitation. He lowered his mouth to the sweet rose-buds and began to lick them up and down with his tongue. Almost immediately, the girl's breathing quickened as her nipples turned to hard points in her brother's hungry mouth. Opening his mouth wide, Marc took in almost an entire breast, licking the aching nipple from way back in his throat. The girl moaned as she thrashed about in ecstasy.
Steffi, meanwhile, was upholding her end of the bargain. No sooner had Marc begun to trace his patterns on the sensitive center bud which crowned her aureoles than Steffi started to slide her cool palm back and forth along the enflamed undersurface of her brother's cock. It was hard and fully erect now as she began to squeeze and release, squeeze and release in perfect time to his lapping of her pointed teats. As his breathing grew heavier, Marc slid a hand down to her bare tummy again and began to slowly work his way down toward her twat. But Steffi was too excited for such subtleties.
"Wait a minute," she said, releasing her hold on him and removing his head from her bosom. "I want you to shove it up my cunt!"
She jumped up, opened her pants, and slid them off her long slim legs. She was fully naked and beautiful now as she lay on her back, knees raised and thighs widely parted.
"Fuck me hard," she pleaded. "Fuck me good and hard."
Marc looked at the moist slit between his sister's legs. He could feel the pulsing of his cock and he knew how good it would be to push it hard up her furry snatch, but he couldn't help thinking that it was somehow wrong to do it to his own sister.
"Marc," she said, her voice quivering, "I'm a woman and a woman needs to be fucked. If you won't do it, I'll have to do it myself!"
With that, she plunged one of her own fingers into her juicy cunt. Searching out her clitoris, she began to knead and massage the tiny bud, her ass bouncing up and down on the bed as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Marc grabbed his own cock in desperation. Watching his sister masturbate seemed even more perverse than screwing her. As if without conscious intent, Marc watched as his own hand began to slide back and forth along his own cock. Steffi was watching him now, and the sight of her brother massaging his own tool struck her as both stimulating and pathetic.
"Poor baby!" she said, removing her drenched finger from between her labia. "I've been so thoughtless! Let me do that."
Steffi sat up and took her brother's hand off his poor overly stimulated organ. Holding his balls delicately in her hands, she closed her moist lips tightly over the head of his cock, slowly sliding her tongue back and forth along the surface of the red groove. Marc sighed with relief as he gently caressed his sister's sweet smelling hair and surrendered himself to her delicious sucking. He rumpled her soft brown pubic hair and carefully inserted his middle finger into her damp box. Easily finding her tiny clit, he began to rotate it tenderly as the girl grew damper and damper and her sucking became firmer and firmer. Each had completely lost his sense of time and place when Michael walked in.
"Hey," he said angrily, "you didn't tell me you were going to suck off the son-of-a-bitch!"
Steffi's mouth released its hold on Marc's organ and pulled his finger out of her soggy cunt with a small popping sound.
"Michael!" she said. "This son-of-a-bitch happens to be my brother!"
Marc was becoming embarrassed again, but he was more horny than he was embarrassed.
"Steffi…" he began.
"Wait a minute, Marc," she said. "Listen, Michael, I never made you any promises!"
"I know," said the intruder, "but you could have at least invited me in to watch."
"Marc's straight! I told you that before."
"Then fuck him!"
"Then fuck you!"
Michael dropped his pants and revealed a monstrous erection.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" he asked.
"Shove it up your ass!" Steffi answered.
"I think I'll shove it up yours!" he said.
Steffi looked at Marc with kind and loving eyes. "Is it all right?" she asked. "I don't mind, and he really enjoys it."
Marc shrugged. He hardly seemed to be calling the shots anymore. Steffi kissed him warmly on the mouth.
"All right, then, Michael. You have everyone's permission to shove it up my sweet ass." Steffi lay on her side.
"Marc, if you wouldn't mind eating me out, I would love to get back to what I was doing."
Marc lay down beside his sister, cock to face and face to cunt. Steffi immediately resumed her vice-like grip on Marc's still erect organ as he snaked his tongue into her hole for a first taste of her sweet secretions. Meanwhile, Michael had removed the remainder of his clothing and was lying behind Steffi. The girl reached behind her and guided Michael's cock into her asshole. Marc continued to suck and lick at her luscious honeyhole as the girl tightened and released the muscles of her buttocks for the benefit of the ass-fucking Michael. The three of them twisted and writhed there in pleasure like some obscene three-headed animal.
As much as he was enjoying slurping his sister's juices, Marc was not sure that he approved of eating out his own sister, especially while she was being simultaneously fucked up the ass by some seedy refugee from the law. Still, he had to admit that he was enjoying himself. After all, he figured, if you couldn't love your own flesh and blood, who could you love?
Meanwhile, Marc was reaping the sweet rewards of Steffi's double ecstasy. Each time Michael would shove his cock roughly up Steffi's ass, Marc could feel new juices of passion spurting from his sister's soft inner tissues. His tongue worked fiercely inside her snatch, eager not to miss a single tasty drop. He snaked his tongue smoothly around the sides, top, and bottom of her cunt, coating each slippery wall with saliva as he coated his own tongue with the sticky glandular juices of her lust. Steffi twisted her pelvis in Marc's face as his tongue made contact each time with the sensitive nerves of her inner cunt. He put his hands on her smooth hip-bones and ground her cunt into his mouth as he continued his delicious explorations.
For her part, Steffi was functioning as a brilliant sexual dynamo, especially considering that her mind had turned into a field of pure white light in her excitement. Her body easily took over where her mind failed her, as each orifice tightened and closed upon whichever fat tool of lust happened to be filling it at the moment. Steffi squeezed the muscles of her sphincter and heard Michael moan from behind as his cock throbbed and pulsed. This excited her and she felt new moistness between the lips of her cunt which Marc would be sure to lap up as soon as she secreted them. The satisfying tickling of his skilful tongue would cause her to suck more firmly and lasciviously on Marc's magnificent prick, which in turn would cause him to lick even more deliciously at her warm honeyhole. Completing the cycle, Steffi would tighten her clutching sphincter and send Michael into new paroxysms of joy. In this way, the cycle would go on over and over again, with Steffi functioning as the central switch board for the dispatching of their three-way fulfillment.
The thoughts in Michael's head were by no means as kind or loving as those of his bedmates. Completely resenting Marc's presence, he rammed his shaft roughly up Steffi's ass in the attempt to punish her for trying to suck off the son-of-a-bitch without inviting him to indulge in some satisfying voyeurism. He hoped he was hurting her as much as she was pleasing him by squeezing and kneading his aching cock with her tight little sphincter. He would ram the thing all the way up into her face if he could. The bitch! Didn't she know that he loved her?
Michael bit the girl's soft shoulder passionately as he dug his nails into the succulent flesh of her buttocks. Steffi cried out in a mixed squeal of delight and pain as Michael continued to batter his way in and out of her now sore asshole. Marc, not fully aware of the complex of emotions which were unfolding before him, knew only that he had never known a girl to get as wet as Steffi was getting and that his own passion was rapidly approaching the breaking point.
His feeling of impending climax was fully shared by Steffi and Michael as well, although Steffi was by now too lost in her passion to consider the fact intellectually. Michael was aware of the waves of pleasure which were surging up and down the swollen vein of his prick and eagerly awaited the moment in which he could fill the bitch's ass with his steamy come.
Marc closed his eyes tightly as his sister continued to moisten and caress his throbbing organ with a hot wet mouth. He hoped she was going to enjoy his gift of hot come as much as he was going to enjoy giving it.
Steffi felt every muscle in her body tighten, delighted with male throbbing in her mouth and anus. She could feel fire in her cunt and the excited quivering of her clitoris as Marc's skilled tongue teased and tantalized that swollen organ. She felt a vague thrill at the realization that it was her own brother who was about to come in her mouth.
Then, as if it had been pre-planned, cocks and cunt began spasming as one. It was Michael who first began to explode, his semen pumping into Steffi's asshole as his teeth sunk viciously into the tender muscle of her shoulder. As Steffi's body began to jerk violently, wave after wave of sensual delight swept through her sweat-soaked body. She wanted to scream out loud, but Marc's passion too had reached its climax. Jet after jet of fresh warm come spurted into Steffi's welcoming mouth as Marc ejaculated hotly and joyously into that orifice. The three of them twitched and jerked and spasmed until every last drop of male and female fluids had been swallowed up. Breathing slowed down as a quiet calm began to replace the hectic lust which had preceded it. Brother, sister, and friend lay in silent reflection of the explosive ecstasies which each had just undergone.
They jumped in alarm as the shadowy figure in the doorway announced its presence.
"Is this a private party," Marcia asked, "or can anybody play?"