Rick rolled over in the bed. He nudged the warm naked body next to him and instantly remembered where he was. He ran one hand down Marsha's warm back to her ass, sliding his fingers between her asscheeks. Marsha awoke.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it feel like?" he grinned, slipping three fingers into her buttery cunt from behind.
"Ohh! It feels great!" Marsha gasped.
She spread her thighs and pushed her cunt down on his hand, instantly aroused. Her slit was incredibly wet both from her own juices and from the two eruptions of his own cum he had deposited in it during the past hour. And even though he had shot off three times – once in her mouth, twice in her pussy – he was amazed to find that he felt like it again. His cock rose and jumped with hot blood. It would take so little just to slip it into her juicy little box from behind like this, and ram her until both of them were again gagging with pleasure.
But he knew he shouldn't do it. This roommate of his sister's was a delicious find. He had arrived in town early and come directly to Kirstie's apartment, hoping to find her at home. Instead who should he find but this half-dressed, sleepy-eyed beauty, Marsha. He tried to remember how much time had elapsed before he found himself on her bed with his stiff prick between her clasping lips. Five minutes? Four?
But he couldn't get carried away. Kirstie had been out of his thoughts for the past two hours, but she had to be getting home from work soon. Marsha, of course, didn't know just how fond he and his sister were of each other. But Kirstie would be crushed if she walked in and found him in bed like this with her roommate.
On top of that, what kind of reunion would it be if he were all fucked out? He knew the phenomenal staying-power of his hot salami, and that was encouraging. One night while he was in the Army he had shoved his pork up the twats and bungholes of eight Korean hookers all a row before his buddies had to get him drunk so they could get him back to the barracks. And right now it was throbbing and aching, stiff as a pipe, only inches from Marsha's beckoning bottom.
But there was a limit to everything. He wanted to save something for the reunion he and Kirstie had been waiting far so long. But Marsha didn't know about that. His hand probing her slippery cunt had got her all worked up again. She twisted and panted, reaching behind to grasp his thick pulsing cock in her hand.
"Put it in me, Rick," she panted. "Fuck me… fuck me again. Please!"
"What about Kirstie?" he murmured. "Won't she be home soon?"
"Ohhhnnn! I don't know. What time is it?"
He glanced at her clock radio. "A little past five."
The news dejected Marsha. "About… ten… minutes," she panted, pushing her pussy down into his thrusting hand. "Ohhnn! Oh God, that feels so good! Fuck me quick, just once more before she gets here. Please! You can fuck me in the ass, if you want to."
Rick grinned. "Are you sure? You know, I once knew a girl whose neighbors called the police when I put it in her ass. They thought she was being murdered. They could hear her screams for five blocks."
"I don't care!" Marsha gasped.
Rick smiled and kissed her mouth. "That's what she said."
"Please!"
Rick really wanted to do it. Marsha was tugging his cock urgently toward her delectable ass. But the risk was too great. If Kirstie walked in, everything would be ruined. He gritted his teeth, removed her hand from his cock, and rolled off the bed.
"Not now, sweetheart," he said, pulling on his pants.
"Oh damn!" Marsha pouted.
"What if she catches us? It'll be embarrassing."
"I know," Marsha admitted. She too got up and began straightening the bed and putting on her clothes. "Where are you staying? I mean, maybe you could stay here tonight."
"And?"
She grinned sexily and made an obscene gesture with her tongue.
"What about Kirstie? The way you squeal, you could wake up the whole building, let alone her."
"Somehow I didn't get the feeling you minded," she smirked.
"Well, we'll have to arrange something," Rick said, suddenly feeling a little puzzled.
It was only beginning to dawn on him how difficult this all was going to be. How was he going to fuck both of them without either one finding out about the other? Especially when they lived together in the same apartment? He couldn't get mad at himself for having screwed Marsha. Looking back at the past two hours, he didn't know how a healthy red-blooded man could have resisted. But nevertheless, it made things very awkward.
He was still puzzling over it when both of them heard Kirstie's key in the front door lock.
"Oh my God, it's her!" Marsha said. "You'd better go in the bathroom or something, so she won't find you in here!"
"Right."
In a flash Rick darted down the short hallway and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. While he was there, he made use of the time to wash Marsha's pussyjuice off his prick and his hands. What if Kirstie should take his tool into her mouth and taste something funny? Questions would come up. But then he realized again how complicated things were. Kirstie wouldn't be giving him head, not right away, not with Marsha there. And yet, how would they get rid of her without letting her guess that they wanted to do what brothers and sisters weren't supposed to do?
After a decent interval, he opened the bathroom door and went outside. Marsha, he noticed as he walked down the hallway, was still in her bedroom.
She winked at him and made a seductive suckmouth as he passed. Kirstie was in the livingroom. When he saw her, his cock started swelling and thumping wildly. God, she's more beautiful than I remembered! he thought.
Kirstie gave him an odd smile. Her eyes glimmered with tears that he supposed were the result of her emotion at seeing him again. "Hi," she said softly.
"Eli."
He went across the room and took her in his arms and kissed her. He crushed her fantastic body against his and stabbed his tongue into her warm mouth. His hands found her firm ass and he pulled her groin into his pulsing hard-on.
Kirstie kissed him back, but only briefly. Then she pulled away. "Don't do that!" she said in a hushed voice. "What if my roommate sees us?"
"What if she does?"
"Don't forget that you're my… brother." Kirstie had a hard time getting the word out. She seemed very troubled about something.
"How could I forget that?" Rick joked, trying to be casual.
The atmosphere between, them was very stiff and uncomfortable, nothing like Rick had expected it to be. Do you suppose she doesn't want me any more? he thought. Maybe she has a boyfriend, and she doesn't want to start it up again between us.
But his sexual feelings for Kirstie were incredibly strong. It was almost as if the past two hours with Marsha hadn't even happened. His throbbing hard-on refused to deflate. He didn't know what to do. He and Kirstie still stood apart, murmuring asinine welcomes to each other.
"Well. It sure is nice to see you," Kirstie said, nervously.
"Yeah. Nice to see you, too. I… missed you."
"I missed you too."
She wouldn't look him in the eye. Suddenly Marsha came into the room. Kirstie seemed to freeze visibly.
"Hi, Kirstie," Marsha said, sounding nervous herself.
"You two have already met," Kirstie said. "I… got into town a little early," Rick said. "I came right over."
He sensed the jealousy in his sister's voice. He knew how smart Kirstie was. It wouldn't take her long to put two and two together.
"I see," Kirstie said.
"He got here about a half an hour ago," Marsha said quickly.
"Oh?"
Rick chuckled nervously.
"Well," Kirstie said, still acting very aloof. "Shall we all have dinner here, or shall we all go out to a restaurant together? Just a cozy little threesome." Her voice shook with controlled spite.
"Oh, I've got a smashing idea," Marsha said, smiling brightly, feigning a total innocent that Rick thought was transparent. "Why don't I run down to the store and get some food. And I'll cook some dinner while you two just sit here and get reacquainted. How's that?"
Kirstie shrugged. "Whatever," she said indifferently.
"Sounds okay to me," Rick said.
"Great," Marsha said. "I'll be right back."
Before they knew it she had snatched up her purse and dashed out the door, leaving them alone. She had seemed very eager to escape.
Rick looked at his sister. Now that they were alone, she didn't seem aloof any more. Instead she was vulnerable again. Her eyes glistened with tears.
He went over and took her in his arms and kissed her amazingly sensual mouth. This time she kissed him back passionately, her body quivering and responding to his embrace. He stroked her firm ass and brought his hands up to her breasts, squeezing them through the thin cloth of her shirt.
"What's the matter, Sis?" he murmured against her cheek.
"Nothing."
Rick's fingers fumbled with the buttons of her shirt. "How far away is that store anyway?" he whispered.
"Three blocks."
"I wish it was three miles."
"Oh God, I've missed you so much!" she sighed. Rick got her shirt open and put his lips on her warm upstanding breasts. The blood pounded and throbbed in his prick. Kirstie's nipples were so large and swollen. He thought of all the titties he had had in his mouth. None of them could match his sister's. He sucked her big soft nipples hungrily.
"Oh God!" she gasped. "Fuck me, Rickie. Fuck me quick, before she gets back. God, I've waited so long for it!"
"I know, I know," he panted. "Me too."
Her body seemed to melt in his arms. He knew they didn't have time to get undressed and then dress again before Marsha returned. So he pulled her down on the floor and pushed her skirt up around her waist. She quickly skimmed off her panties. They both unbuckled and unzipped his pants, and Kirstie pulled them down his legs. Rick's huge cock jumped up twitching. She looked at it worshipfully.
"God, honey, put it in me slow," she gasped. "I want to feel every inch of it going in me."
"We've got to hurry," he told her.
"I know." She lay back, spreading her thighs, opening her arms to him. "Fuck me, Rickie honey, fuck me… it's been so long… so long… Ohhhh! Oh! Ohhhh!"
She moaned as he slowly slid the long shaft of his stiff prick into her wet slit. She clasped her legs around him and held his cock in her. Her feelings were so intense she thought she might faint.
"Don't move!" she panted. "Don't move, I want to feel it! Oh God, Rickie, I love you! God, it's been so long! Oh… oh yes… aaahhhnnnn!"
Slowly he inched it out of her again until her clinging cuntlips touched only the bulbous head of his cock. Kirstie's beautiful face was contorted with sexual rapture. As he plunged it into her again, she writhed and groaned, her head tossing on the carpet.
"Oh God… oh God, it's heaven!" she gasped.
Almost lost himself in the intense pleasure of it, Rick suddenly remembered that they had little time. He began fucking her slowly, then more rapidly. He remembered how quickly, she could come when she was really worked up. But he didn't know how quickly he would be able to come himself, having shot off three times with Marsha. Still, Kirstie's incredible sucking cunt was the tightest he had ever felt. It pinched and squeezed his thrusting prick, driving him wild with pleasure.
"Yes… yes! Unh!" Kirstie panted, gyrating her hips. "Oh baby… oh baby!"
The hot storm of passion engulfed them both.
Kirstie's legs clung tightly to his pumping hips. She whimpered and moaned. Her eyes rolled up behind her lids. Again and again Rick plunged his huge cock to the very bottom of her clasping pussy, making her wince and yelp with animalistic pleasure.
"Oh! Aiiee uuh! Ohhhnnnnn baby… aijee!"
She was a wild thrashing woman in his arms. Incredibly, Rick lunged into her and felt the hot strings of cum shooting out of his cock. Her clenching cunt seemed to yank the jism right out of his throbbing balls. Kirstie felt him coming. It was the fuse that set off her explosion.
"Aahhnn!" she cried out sharply. "aahhnn! Oh! Oh God! Aauunnggiieeee! Oh Rickieeeee! Aauunngghhieeeee!"
Their bodies were locked together as the convulsive spasms tore through them. Kirstie pumped her groin up off the floor into his driving prick and coughed violently as a new orgasm wrenched her.
"Oh God… oh Jesus!" she panted as the shock waves of coming began to fade.
"Baby… baby," Rick murmured, feeling his cock throb deep in her fluttering pussy. All the girls he had fucked in the past two years, all the fucking with Marsha just an hour ago, nothing had produced a climax like the one he had just felt. He kissed his sister everywhere his lips would reach.
"Oh Rickie!" she gasped, tears of happiness flowing down her cheeks.
"Baby, baby," he murmured.
But suddenly the door opened and Marsha walked in, carrying a bag of groceries. She looked down at them. They looked up at her. Marsha gasped in shock. The bag dropped out of her hands and fell on the floor, splitting and spilling groceries everywhere.
"Oh… God!" Marsha gasped, raising one fist to her mouth. "What are you doing?"
Neither Rick nor Kirstie knew what to say. So they didn't say anything. If you can't figure it out, Marsha honey, Rick thought, then explanations won't help. Trying not to seem too brusque, he inched his wilting cock out of his sister's pussy and stood up and pulled on his pants. He zipped and buckled them. He couldn't help taking some satisfaction in the way Marsha glared hungrily at his swinging cock even now. But a mess was a mess. Probably the best thing to do would be get out of there quick.
Kirstie made no effort to move. She laid on her back on the carpet with her thighs spread, her red wet cunt gaping as if waiting for the next taker. The look in her eyes suggested that she still hadn't returned from paradise. Marsha seemed still paralyzed by shock.
Rick slipped around her and the mess of groceries on the floor. He felt a little like he was leaving the scene of a crime. But he knew they would have to work this out between them.
"I'll be in touch," he said quietly, slipping out the door.