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“Hey, come here.”
My sister, Lucy, and I were lying on the floor of her bedroom. Lucy had a pillow under her, slightly folded so it was pressing at her crotch. I was on the bare ground, grinding my groin into the hardwood floor like doing a cobra pose in yoga. My body trembled with effort. Both of us must have looked so silly, our faces red with effort. Eyes glazed over and oddly empty.
Our youngest sister, Lindsay, stood at the opening of Lucy’s room, staring at us with a mix of shock and curiosity. Our eighteen-year-old sister was thin, with brown hair hanging down to her waist. She was wearing her standard outfit of a tank top and yoga pants. Her arms crossed under her barely-there breasts.
“Come here,” Lucy said to our sister. “Try this. It feels really good.”
My older sister and I had spent our entire summer doing this. We called it pressing. Lucy — blonde and buxom, two years my elder — had started it. But I was a no less willing participant. We would hang out in the house like normal, then sneak off to her bedroom to hump the floor. For three straight months, we did it at least once a day and sometimes way more than that.
It was just dry humping. Even when we started doing it on top of each other, it felt mostly chaste. But one fateful afternoon, I took things too far.
Lucy had been lying on the floor of her bedroom. Her body so curvy and inviting. It had been an accident, at first, when my bare dick slipped into my older sister. But we kept fucking very much on purpose.
That probably would have been our new routine. Both of us agreed that it felt amazing. Except for one problem. We lost control (even more than we already had, believe it or not) and I ejaculated inside her.
Lucy wasn’t on birth control. Our family’s recent financial downturn had meant giving up a lot of necessities and apparently the pill was one of them. We spent an anxious month, and no small amount of our skimpy savings, on pregnancy tests. Thankfully, inexplicably, my boys managed to miss the target. Lucy’s period showed up right on schedule.
But the reality of what we’d done — I’d inseminated my own sister’s unprotected pussy — was the best form of birth control we’d ever encountered. Just like that, the sexy times stopped. No pressing. No nothing.
Other things got in the way, as well. We both were fully into our college classes by then. We made new friends at school. Life continued on. But none of that would have mattered if we’d really wanted to go back to our old ways. And we didn’t.
September turned to October, the leaves went from green to orange/red, but my sister and I stayed away from each other. What had happened, what we’d almost created, was enough to scare us straight. I assumed forever.
Then, suddenly, as November arrived and brought the icy winds of impending winter with it, our previous thaw began to melt away. One day, I caught Lucy pressing in her bedroom, door wide open, and decided to join her. A few hours later, Lucy found me in my own room, and we did it again. Without talking about it, without ever making a conscious choice, we were right back to our old routine.
The rest of the family didn’t notice any of our trials and tribulations. Our older sister, Jan, was working full time and then some. So were my mom and dad. Our younger sister, Lindsay — who’d turned eighteen a week before our ‘incestuous almost-impregnation incident’ — was so swept up in her senior year of high school, I doubt she’d have noticed if Lucy and I were cooking meth in her bedroom.
Except, she did notice. Because Lucy decided to call Lindsay’s attention right to us.
Like I said, we were lying on the floor of Lucy’s bedroom, doing our usual afternoon press after classes and before we had to make dinner. Lucy had left her door open, but I didn’t think anything of it until our skinny, brunette sister walked past, then froze in our doorway.
I started to say something, but the embarrassment of it stuffed the words back in my throat. Fortunately, Lucy was conscious enough to save the day.
“Hey, come here,” Lucy said.
Seriously, we were so lucky that my older sister was able to think on her feet and ensure that Lindsay didn’t… Wait. WHAT?! The reality didn’t so much dawn on me as it steamrolled me right over. Did Lucy just invite our younger sister to join us?!
Lindsay stood in the doorway, staring like she was seeing two horny ghosts. She had to know what we were doing. My little sister was innocent sometimes, but she wasn’t stupid.
“Seriously, it feels really good,” Lucy said. The way our older sister was so casual about this was maybe the strangest part of all.
“I don’t know…” Lindsay said.
“Tell her, Dylan,” Lucy said.
“It’s nice,” I said, unable to get much more vocabulary out than that. Remember, I was mid-hump when Lindsay had interrupted us. And while my mind had gotten an ice bath of epic proportions, the message had yet to make it to the rest of my body.
My younger sister was certainly cute. She was petite, skinny, with an elfin face and an adorable smile. Lindsay was one of those artsy, granola types — all about health and wellness. She’d been vegan since she was twelve and did barre at least three times a week. And so even though she wasn’t curvy at all, she was nicely defined. Especially her pert, bubble butt.
“Get in here,” Lucy said. Her demand was ridiculous, but it did the trick. Lindsay scampered into Lucy’s bedroom like she was the one who’d been caught doing something naughty. “Grab a pillow off my bed.”
Lindsay did as she was told. She found an empty space on the floor, her head meeting ours in the middle, and placed the pillow in the spot where her groin would rub against it. I was too entranced by what was going on to go back to my own ministrations. I noticed Lucy seemed equally enthralled.
Our younger sister wiggled her backside as she settled onto the cushion.
“Yes, that’s it,” Lucy said as Lindsay’s perky butt settled down. “Like that.”Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.
“Uh huh,” Lindsay said.
She looked so serious, it was almost funny. My younger sister wriggled around a bit more, then froze.
“Oh!” Lindsay squeaked in surprise.
“See?” Lucy said.
“Uhn.” Lindsay grunted. “Uh huh.”
Her sister clearly settled, Lucy got back to her own grinding. For a moment, I lay there and stared as both my sisters humped the pillows on the floor. It was hard to pick who was more exciting to watch.
On the one hand, Lucy’s curvy body screamed sex. Her massive tits and wide hips. But then Lindsay’s lithe little body was no less alluring. And this was the first time I’d ever seen her like this. She had these little trembles, like small seizures, as she slid against the pillow on the floor.
Lucy got my attention and, wordlessly, made it clear that I needed to stop staring. I realized she was right. If Lindsay caught me looking this stopped being something we were sharing and became more of a performance. This magical, masturbation bubble we’d created would *pop* like a balloon on a hot day.
I quickly focused on my own pleasure. It didn’t take long for me to build back to where I was before. I did my best, however, to hold myself back from the big finish. I wanted the girls to go first.
Lucy was the first to peak. I heard her now-familiar low, throaty groan as she took herself over the top. Eyes rolled back in her head.
“That’s… it…” the words squeezed out of her like she was a strange, buxom accordion
A moment later, Lindsay let out a cute little squeak.
“Oh!” she cried out, her whole body shaking like she’d been shocked. Tongue lolled out of her mouth. Finally, she collapsed, lifeless, to the floor. She let out a long, soft, “Ahhhhhhhh.”
After that, I figured it was safe for me to spend and so I did. The pleasure arced through me in short, sharp spurts as hot jets of semen spattered in my shorts. I rolled onto my back and stared up at Lucy’s ceiling. Her floor so strangely comfortable.
“Nice right?” Lucy said.
“Yeah…” Lindsay said, dreamily.