Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa, Mult, Teenagers, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Incest, Brother, Sister, Spanking, Group Sex, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Cream Pie, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Size, Teacher/Student, Babysitter, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Bobby is not quite up to his babysitting tricks in this story but has lots of interaction with his not-really-a-sister Ronnie as well as her best friend Trudi who is ready to fulfill her promise for complete submission.

I am ashamed to report that the negative publicity from my escapade with the horny mature housewife caused me to change schools and came close to sending me into foster home care on the other side of town. Fortunately, the hullabaloo died down and I was able to stay with my own parents even if my "father" and "sister" were the products of my mum remarrying after my biological dad ran off with some sweet young thing from the beauty parlor.

The whims of fate received my eternal gratitude because I sort of had a "thing" for my not-really-my-sister Ronnie. Ronnie and I were sort of partners in depravity because of my sordid fumbling with her best friend Trudi being kept a secret between us in a pact of mutual conspiracy. My gut feeling was that Ronnie and I along with the deliciously nubile Trudi were destined to engage in some "troika" of sexual exploration. Of course, that was still in the world of fantasy imagination yet initiated.

My beautiful Trudi was on a promise after our last practice run had resulted in my spraying her backside with a quantity of cream in an explosion of some magnitude. My sister used her visual knowledge of our sinning ways to make me engage with eager enthusiasm in her own oral requirements that ranged from the "soul" kissing that girls seem to go "bananas" for some strange reason to the tentative "fooling around with my tongue down where the grass grows greener that made her shudder and moan like she was in agony. I had noticed that the more mature Mrs. Adams had the same reaction when my head wound up between her legs after she had shed her knickers in anticipation of some heated action. My educated guess was that most females found such activities desirable just as much as most guys liked to have a set of female lips wrapped around their shafts to make them nice and hard for other duties. It was hard work but the sense of satisfaction to see a cooperative female squirming and groaning in delight was more than enough reward for the effort.

I read in the newspaper that Mrs. Adams was only given some community service for her complicity in robbing me of my virginal status. I never did quite understand any of that because it seemed it was strictly business between us and not for others to speculate about. Of course, it was her daughter's jealous sending of the naughty photos to the newspaper that got the whole thing out in the open.

Things at home were sort of at a delicate stage but I just kept my head down and acted like everything was back to normal. The fact that our household was anything but normal made no difference at all. My Ronnie was up to her old tricks of rubbing her backside on me whenever there were no eyes on us and that was all right with me because in all honesty she had the cutest backside imaginable and she never wore a bra inside the house. Sometimes, she would be in a real horny mood and grab hold of me down there and started to tug me like I was a new boyfriend she wanted to make an impression on. I tried my best to pretend it made no difference to me at all but when she got me all excited I had to shout out my appreciation for her persistence. Most of the time she just caught my stuff in the palm of her hand and then wiped it off with a pair of her schoolgirl knickers. I even caught her wearing a pair of those damp knickers to school one morning right after one of those sessions. She must have liked the thought of all my sticky stuff all over her fanny when she sat down in the classroom.

I was reasonably certain she never told her best friend Trudi about our special relationship because most people thought we were actual brother and sister and that would be the unforgivable sin of incest which was frowned on by the lower classes. The only places it actually seemed accepted was in circles that reeked of money and standing or in those rural areas where families are somewhat closer knit than usually found in civilized societies. It was strange because I was reading a story about a girl from a remote wilderness family who had five brothers and a pair of uncles who insisted on teaching her all of the ways of men to prepare her for married life. In a way it was a sad story because it ended in a tragic way but it had its moments of glory with the intricate and complicated interaction between the close family relations. I found the story interesting but didn't understand how the girl could keep on loving all of them with all her heart even though she knew what they did was against all accepted norms of society.

I didn't see anything wrong about Ronnie and me because we were not related by blood at all and she was the one who really wanted things to get hot and heavy. In a few weeks, things had quieted down to the point that my parents started to ignore us again and that was when Ronnie invited Trudi over for another sleepover. I almost licked my lips in anticipation of tasting not one but two pretty pussies at the same time. I did my homework with one eye on the books and the other on Trudi's fantastic bum that never seemed to stop jiggling with tempting movements in every which direction but loose. I watched my sister Ronnie teasing me by letting her hands roam over Trudi's backside and even linger on top of her boob every now and then as if offering me a prize if I was a good boy.

It was a time in my life when I was really ready to sow some oats because my shift in schools had thrust me in with strange female schoolmates who were reluctant to take up with a strange cock thrown into the classroom at almost the end of the school year.

I was even considering the possibility of taking another babysitting job if the mom was fairly decent looking and seemed to have a wandering eye for the lads. Of course, using a boy babysitter was a route of last resort for any fun-seeking couple looking for respite from the stresses of child-rearing. I just so happened to overhear a conversation between two women sitting in front of me at church about the problem in finding a babysitter who didn't mind tending a pair of twins with overworked vocal cords and devious tempers. The fact that the complaining female was only in her early thirties and had a bottom that was crafted in paradise made my mind up to break into their conversation with the fact that I was an experienced babysitter and would be happy to "fill-in" if an emergency should arise. The mother whose name was Doreen took my number and told me she would keep it in her purse for just such an occasion.

The thought of my number sitting in her purse with her lipstick and other unmentionables came close to making me quite firm and I could swear she was patting her hair with some similar internal thoughts about the possibility of my equipment cleaving into her private parts. It was sheer speculation on my part but I found it to be terribly inspiring when the night of the sleepover came up and I suddenly had two nubile young females on both sides.

The two girls made absolutely no noise whatsoever when I crept into their bedroom and slid in between them with only my briefs to my name. My cock was so hard in expectation that I am certain both Trudi and Ronnie felt it on their legs and other places too delicate to mention. The very first thing that Trudi did was to remove her knickers which led me to believe the moment of impalement was imminent. However, she pushed my head down low enough to signal me that she wanted me to insert my head between her legs for some of that female snatch licking efforts that seemed to make them all soft and juicy. My not-really-a-sister Ronnie sat on top of my buttocks and let her fingers roam over my face and chin as I worked the delightful Trudi up into a frenzy of satisfaction with my agile tongue. She had taken off her knickers as well and her cunt felt slick and wet on my skin. It was obvious she was already in a state of arousal that would soon culminate in an explosion of feminine orgasm with the vison of Trudi's beautiful puss spread wide by my searching tongue. The devious thing had also inserted the first joint of her middle finger into my clutching puckered star like a familiar visitor making me spurt my seeds right onto Trudi's heaving chest decorating her nipples with creamy goo that shined in the reflection of the small night light next to my sister's dresser.

Trudi exploded her juices into my sucking mouth and I tasted her scent with happy satisfaction. My sister dipped her fingers into the mess and she licked the essence of Trudi into her waiting tummy as well. My cock was near bursting with the need for tight action inside a female entryway and when Ronnie wrapped her gymnast trained legs around my hips, I felt my shaft sink with certain accuracy into her suctioning vagina. Trudi watched us with a look of thoughtful concentration as if putting the sight down to a learning experience she would be unlikely to forget for a long time.

Needless to say, I happily pumped my Ronnie for some degree of time pausing only to kiss and lick Trudi's boobs to keep her stimulated and ready for some follow-on action. The darling girl was making a series of mewing sounds like a lost little kitten begging for milk.

The business with Ronnie was coming down the homestretch and the sound of the movement to the finish line was punctuated with the slap of my meaty cock slapping with some authority into her submissive slit flooded with squishy liquids that seemed to overflow with each passing moment.

The urge to spurt hit me at the same time that Ronnie put her finger into her mouth and pressed her teeth into it to keep from screaming out her pleasure at having her itch scratched with complete satisfaction.

I drained into Ronne and watched Trudi get up on her knees and elbows presenting her brown eye to my perusal only inches from my face. I wanted to reach out and lick it with my tongue to show her how much I appreciated her exposure and offer of the much coveted back door for my pleasure. From the way it was opening and closing in erotic anticipation, I could tell she was no stranger to being buggered in that familiar position.

I slid out of Ronie's dripping pussy and was gratified to see I was still rampant and my flag was unfurled with hard and serious intent. Quickly, I scooted up behind Trudi and allowed Ronnie watch me prod her proud rear door until the little star opened slightly to give my shaft some purchase just inside. It was so stimulating that I started to spank Trudi's bum with both hands at the same time confusing her just a little. Her star opened now with a loss of all dignity and I slowly slid inside inch by inch until I was fully seated inside and she was dangling on the end of my shaft like a butterfly pinned to the wall of my demanding will.

When I flooded Trudi's backside, she sighed in complete submission but it was I who was the captive and the submitting one to her total control. She drained me beyond belief and even my cynical sister felt pity for me knowing that her best friend had me in the palm of her hand ready to do her bidding without recourse to any denial or resistance to her domination of my eager will.

After that, we took turns in all three openings making up new combinations that defied description or inclusion in the norms of customary human copulation. I left the room wearing Trudi's little panda knickers and had my sister Ronnie's smiley face knickers on top of my face covering my nose with interesting scents of feminine mystique.

The next day at school, I sat gingerly on the edge of my seat being careful to keep my family jewels from touching any hard surfaces that would send me into a frenzy of excitement and obvious lack of control. I noticed the teacher, Mrs. Cummings was most interesting in my gyrations and I suspected she had intimate knowledge of the source of my uncomfortable tenderness. I checked out her below the belt qualifications and decided that she was definitely worthy of some effort in lining up for a test run at the earliest possible opportunity.

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