I met Stan in the second grade. His family had just moved to town. He lived just a couple streets from me. We'd been best friends ever since.
We were a lot alike, in many ways, so we got along great. One thing we both got to bitch about was our only other siblings, our bratty little sisters.
Things got different when we got into middle school. Our sisters were still brats, but not when me and Stan were hanging out. Stan and I, I mean.
If Stan was over, Janey would appear out of nowhere and be all nice to us, arranging snacks. Likewise, over at Stan's, I came to like it when Cathy made sure my glass of soda was kept full. His sister, like mine, was getting cuter and getting boobs, and I liked it when she leaned down to give me my refilled glass.
The weird thing was that after our sisters followed us into high school, they suddenly became best friends. They hadn't even been friends before that. Anytime I was going over to Stan's and Janey wanted to tag along, Mom now backed her up, 'cause it was her friend too. At his house or my house, we'd be doing our stuff while our sisters did their stuff, but then they'd always wind up hanging around us.
We were at their house, with their parents gone, when Cathy decided and insisted we play "Spin the Bottle". It was kind of senseless, and involved a lot of do-overs. I wasn't going to kiss my own sister, and I certainly wasn't going to kiss Stan. When the girl I was ready to kiss decided to take over the spinning, the bottle pointed at my sister.
Stan and I watched as our sisters rose up on their knees and leaned in for a sexy little kiss. I know I got even harder, and I doubt Stan was any different. After that, it didn't really matter where the bottle wound up pointing. It was always moved some more so that I was always kissing with Cathy, while our siblings also were bottle-ordered to make-out.
It wasn't but a few times later that we wound up separating into bedrooms. After the boobs came out, the hand-jobs began. Us boys were happy to do whatever it took to keep on that track. After our hands became acquainted with the mystery of girls, we were going over to one another's houses every chance we got. That got solidified once the blow-jobs began. And our tongues first tasted pussy.
It was always kind of weird, afterwards, walking back home with Janey: the both of us stoned from orgasms, and walking funny. Staggering to make small talk without mentioning our damp undies. "Going over and playing with our friends is fun," she once declared.
Both sets of parents began referring to us four as The Inseparables. If only they knew about all the gooey glue involved!
Stan had figured out how to hook up his Xbox to the big screen in the livingroom. So we weren't stuck in his room with his crappy t.v.
But then our sisters entered the livingroom. No one else was home. Their parents weren't due back for hours. They were both wearing these shrunken ribbed wife-beater t-shirts, bearing their breasts if not actually baring them. The hems didn't even cover their belly buttons, leaving all that delicious skin to the waistbands of their tiny panties.
Here we'd been concerned with battling against an army of Nazi zombies.
The controllers in our hands suddenly seemed terribly unimportant. On-screen, we were getting slaughtered, but that didn't matter at all as Cathy advanced upon me. This was the girl, now nearly naked, who'd already sucked me off enough to slay me. My sister moved a little bit more hesitantly upon Stan.
I expected Cathy to continue until she was on her knees on the couch straddling me, but she stopped right as her knees knocked against mine.
"Us girls have decided," she announced, "that this is the perfect afternoon for all of us to lose our virginities." Cathy smiled, reached her hands to mine, grabbing the controller out of my hands and tossing it aside. Then her hands grabbed at mine, pulling me up off the sofa.
Stan put aside his controller himself, standing up unaided, to greet my shy sister.
"Let's all go to my room, all of us, to my big bed." She stated it like a fact. Like me, Stan had a rickety twin bed in his room. We'd never understood why our younger sisters got to have big wide beds. Now things made sense. Sort of.
In everything else, Jayne and Stan had messed around in his bed. Cathy and I in mine, when we were over at our house, the odd times they had to do the funny walk home.
It seemed kind of weird to me, doing each other's sister side-by-side. But that was what the girls had decided. The bed was already turned all the way down, with a couple towels draped around at the ready. I quit caring about protocol once the four of us were squeezed in the room, sort of observing the holy bed.
Cathy attacked me like we were alone in her room. She pulled her little wife-beater off right away. By the time Stan had Jayne down to that stage, his sister was on her back and had us naked. Me guided on top as she positioned that which she'd sucked against that which I'd licked. And fingered.
We were fucking well before they were even naked. Even just the start I had to go slow because it felt so good. They were still sitting up. I knew enough about girls to know what membrane was obstructing my progress.
We paused, eyes locked. "Do it," Cathy commanded, "it's what I want." I got aggressive enough to pierce her, and then I stopped. I waited for her hips to urge me on. My girl started to moan and groan, but in the good way.
She turned her attention beside us. They were finally on the bed, lying side-to-side, but both still in their underpants. "It hurts real hard fast at first." I began getting a little more active. "But now it feels so fucking good," she sputtered.
The pain wasn't so brief when they finally got to it. It was weird seeing my sister naked. And then Stan was as gentle as a horny dog. He was done before Janey could start feeling good.
Slowing down for Cathy had taught me a lesson--that the good feelings would last a lot longer if I didn't just hump her like a dog and be done with it. As they watched, I built Cathy back up. I liked having my dick in a pussy for the first time. I wanted to stay for awhile. I wanted to be the perfect guest so I'd get invited back.
I felt so proud when Cathy started making the noises I knew meant she was building towards the end. I wanted to give her a big come, holding back myself so I could give her some more. But when it hit, her cunt went crazy, milking me like never before. "Oh, god," I cried as I suddenly stiffened and peaked, the bomb of that half-second before I started shooting off inside her. My explosion made Cathy come even harder.
Collapsed in a tangle of broken limbs I heard a girl whisper to herself, almost involuntarily, "Wow." It wasn't Cathy. Her tongue was in my mouth at the moment, lightly thanking me. My tongue was likewise thanking her. And as long as we were kissing again, on our sides and sated, I moved a hand down to play with her breasts.
She shifted so that my upper thigh was trapped between hers. She gave a little grin and started hunching against my leg. The way we lay, she had to feel me thickening against her bottom thigh. I slipped my hand way further down, her hand around my wrist, pushing me with a giggle. I found her, and her fresh wave of wetness. I thought that was astonishing, but then her little hand left my wrist and found my thickening.
I didn't think it was possible, but the more I touched her, the more she touched me. Soon enough I was hard enough to be a handle--Cathy grabbed and pulled me over on top of her again. I saw that Stan was hard again as well. I heard Janey say something about doing it the old way, because she was too sore.
I wasn't paying too much attention to that. It seemed like Stan got a hand-job from my sister, with some lip service. While his sister and I were fucking our brains out, again.
It was the weirdest walk home. Janey stayed behind me, going slow like she really was sore. And never saying a word. Even the two times I tried to strike up a conversation.
Stan wasn't stupid. He'd watched the tutorial. Ever after he made sure to make Janey happy first. With that, all was good. We'd split into separate bedrooms, have our fun; but always there'd be the silent walk home with my lagging sister.
We were always over at their house. Playing with our friends. It always started out that way. Stan and I would be doing our stuff, while our little sisters did what girls did. But then their Mom would go to the grocery, and we'd pair up to the bedrooms to fuck.
It was a Saturday after lunch, and both their folks were home. Stan had a new game that sounded awesome--drive a fast car and run over zombies while your babe copilot kept whispering coy hints in your ear. But actually, it was pretty boring. We kept at it, not willing to concede quite yet. Even though our copilots looked like loser girls lifted from the Sims. The trailer trash edition. Pretty enough, but pixilated, with oozing sores around their mouths.
It was their mother who roused the girls from Cathy's room. Just like that, barely the blink of an eye, all the females in the house were gone to the mall. Janey had done babysitting enough to have a debit card all her own.
We continued playing, with Stan bitching about the money he'd wasted buying the stupid game. It was a stupid game, and he had wasted his money, but we weren't done with it yet.
Not until his dad came in the room cradling a basketball. He made us turn off and abandon all hope, following him out to the backboard above the garage.
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