Chapter 5

You know how you have an idea of what to say, and you say it, but then you think maybe you shouldn’t have said it?

Yeah.

And you know how your sister doesn’t want to get super intimate with you, but then your lover comes up with an idea that disguises what will end up making things super intimate?

Okay, well, probably not. How many people have a lover who sets things up so you can fuck your sister. Or maybe fuck her.

Tasha seemed to slide right by Jill’s warning that doing this could end her up losing her cherry. All she could think about was me, naked, over her lap, with her in control, and being able to smack my buns. I mean, what sister could ever resist that, right?

Anyway, Tasha got excited about this whole spanking idea and they both supervised as I got naked. Don’t get me wrong. I did not feel like I was being abused or pushed around or any of that. I had listened to Jill, so I hoped this was going to lead to wonderful things. If it cost me a few slaps on my ass, then who cares? There is also something intensely sexy about two women telling you to take off your clothes and then helping you do that. It tends to end up showing them a boner when they get to that part of the stripping process.

“Is there ever a time when it’s not hard?” yipped my sister.

“We’re going to take the starch out of it. I promise,” cooed Jill.

Then Jill took off her clothes.

That did not mesh with the expectations Tasha had and she voiced her concern.

“We have to be naked too, for this to work,” said Jill, sounding completely reasonable. “Remember, we’re teaching him a lesson, but we want to have fun while we do it. Imagine him squirming around on your lap with nothing between you and that pathetic lump of skin he calls a penis. It will drive him crazy.”

Of course now I know we were both being manipulated by this woman. It wasn’t that she was “pro incest” or anything. What she was, down deep, was “pro pleasure” and she hadn’t had any for a long, long time. Then she couldn’t take it anymore and she seduced me to get some relief. That worked out pretty well and then she found out there was this problem that was vexing both my sister and myself. What was funny was that this “problem” came into being because I got seduced, and Tasha smelled the scent of sex on my person.

Anyway, I think Jill’s own background as a person who engaged in “kinky sex” made other kinds of kinky sex okay, as long as everybody consented and was up for it.

And she knew Tasha had brought a condom, so there would not be any incest baby issues, if things actually progressed that far. Jill was like a driver who is addicted to speed and gets on what looks like a wide, straight, newly-paved road, with no cops or traffic around. All she did was hope there were no curves up ahead, because she had the pedal to the metal and was as excited as Tasha. Maybe more so. I’m pretty sure Jill expected to get her own bell rung, too.

Anyway, Tasha let herself be intimidated a teensy bit (being the only clothed person when everyone else is naked can be intimidating) and then decided ‘What the fuck?’ and she took off her clothes. If I hadn’t already had an erection one would have appeared so fast I might have gotten dizzy.

Jill went to close the drapes on the front window, which darkened the room a bit, but then she had Tasha sit on the couch. Then she turned to me and spoke.

“You have been a bad boy, Bobby. First you looked up my skirt and now you are causing your sweet sister to be anxious and unhappy. This is not acceptable and you must be punished. Get down there on her lap and let her spank you!”

She tried to sound mean and gruff, but I was grinning as I approached Tasha. Tasha was not smiling. I should have paid attention to that.

I made sure my boner went between her legs, into her thigh gap. I actually fisted it and aimed it there and I know Tasha saw me do that because I had to pause to aim. And, of course she could feel it. It didn’t press against her pussy lips, exactly, but it was there, and she could feel the heat and so on.

Tasha, like most teenage girls, can have selective hearing, sometimes. Okay, I know teenage boys do that, too, but in this case it’s the girl part that is more important. I already mentioned how Tasha sort of ‘forgot’ that this could end up with my dick in her pussy. She had also missed the “Don’t hit him too hard” part, as well. I found that out when she swatted me with everything she had. At least it felt that way.

I yowled and Jill said, “Tasha!” but lash number two was already on its way. She got me five times before Jill could intercede and make her stop. And she was bawling when that happened. I mean Tasha. She was sobbing because she’d been able to release all her frustration and fear and the relief was palpable. She was also crying because she knew she had hurt me. Tasha plays softball in the summertime and she is no fainting flower. She’s got some muscle.

I rolled off of her onto the floor and felt my abused butt. I was a little incensed, but then I heard the sobbing and I knew she wasn’t hurt, so I figured she was remorseful. She was – a little – but most of it was the intense emotional release of doing something that liberated her from all those negative emotions. It was the first time I really understood what catharthis means.

Jill had moved in and sat, hugging Tasha from one side. I heard her say, “It’s okay, Baby. Everything will be okay,” and I realized Jill was trying to comfort Tasha. She was, because she had recognized what was happening. That’s the advantage you have when you have some life experience and have endured the same kind of feelings.

So I almost said, “What about me?” but didn’t, because Tasha really did sound upset. And two naked women holding each other was kind of distracting, too. They were as opposite as they could have been. Tasha’s skin was dark and she had her hair in a fro. Jill was Nordic pale, with less muscle and all that long, red/blond hair falling down past her shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Bobby!” Tasha managed to get out and Jill, still holding her and stroking her back and arm, said, “It’s all right, Tasha. He deserved it.”

“No he didn’t!” yipped my sister, who sat up straight.

“Then hug him and tell him you love him,” said Jill.

It was just that simple. It hadn’t gone the seductive way Jill had expected it to (or would have gone if she was the one administering the spanking) but the end result was the same. She got us face to face, front to front, when both of us were fired up and Tasha felt guilty for hurting me. I was on my knees, so Tasha pushed forward and dropped to her knees. The hug was fierce, welding her hot breasts to my chest, and she moaned, “I’m sorry, Bobby. I love you. I didn’t mean to do that.” And I hugged her back and stroked her back and butt and kissed her neck, saying, “It’s okay. I love you, too. You didn’t hurt me that bad.”

Well, all that turned into a kiss, and that kiss turned into oral intercourse, and I’m not referring to the talking kind. And my cock was against her stomach and she reached for it and pushed it down between her legs and then tried to grind on it. She couldn’t get any real friction and whether she did it intentionally or not, she made us fall sideways and I ended up on top of her, with her legs spread. Now the tip of my prick was kissing her pussy lips, nudging between them as we moved around. I was about to do the deed when I felt Jill’s hands on my hips.

“No, Bobby!” she said, really loud. “You don’t have the condom on!”

Well I rolled off, knowing I had never put a condom on and not even knowing where the damn thing was, and Tasha was moaning, “Nooo. I need you,” and Jill got down on her hands and knees and said, “She needs to cum, Bobby. You need to help her cum with your mouth.”

Which is how I learned how to perform cunnilingus on a woman, while another woman whispered in my ear, telling me what to do. I don’t remember exactly what she said, but at one point I remember her pulling my head back by grabbing my hair and then saying, “Look!” When I did look she had parted Tasha’s pussy lips with the fingers of one hand, exposing that shocking pink, and then pointed at Tasha’s clit. She had been saying “Find her clit, Bobby!” and while my lips were all over the place, I hadn’t found her clit. “See that?” she panted (she was pretty fired up, too) “Lick and suck that. Don’t bite it. She’ll tell you if you’re doing it right or not.”

The reason she said “Don’t bite it,” was because Tasha’s clit was large in the same way my penis was large. Perhaps there was just a “give all the Richards babies large penises” gene in the family. And if it was a girl, she got the large clitoris, which can be called a kind of penis, just mostly on the inside of her.

Anyway, I had been licking and grinding my face against her pussy, which meant that my nose and chin hit her clit now and then. She tasted delicious, and I was having a great time. But when I sucked that clit between my lips and treated it like a nipple, her thighs snapped shut so hard that all sound just disappeared, in the space of one heartbeat. The only reason I knew she was screaming was because her legs flopped open and her knees bounced off the bed as they slammed shut again. Her hips came up off the bed, which meant my head rose and I had to push up with my arms and sort of ‘bow my head’ to keep her from breaking my neck.

Then her knees flopped open again and I heard her sobbing again, except I knew she was okay because her hands were gripping my hair and pulling my face against her. When her thighs had trapped me, my nose was in the beginning of her split and I had not been able to breathe. It was only like that just long enough for me to recognize that I was “in danger,” and then everything was okay, but then there was suddenly a flood of fluid and it happened again. I felt like I was drowning, even though I wasn’t, so the second time I moved my chin to replace my lips, and just rubbed her bud in circles with my chin. She whined and let go of my hair, pushing weakly against my head.

Then Jill was there, pulling on my shoulders, making me get up.

She said, “Now me,” and sat on the couch, leaning back and spreading her long legs.

I got to taste my second lover in my life. I didn’t think about it, then, but she tasted different. Both of them had a pleasant tang, but it was undeniably different. Think of cottage cheese, made by two different dairies, with two different recipes. It’s all cottage cheese, but it tastes different.

Anyway, since she had taught me, I did the same things to her. Her hips sort of undulated, rising and falling. She was encouraging me, talking to me, saying things like, “Yeah, just like that,” and “Ohhhh, Bobby, I need this so much.” Her clit wasn’t as big and it was harder, so I couldn’t suck it like a nipple, but I could suck “at it” and create a vacuum around it. I did it right, because about five minutes later she started telling me she was going to cum and then announced her orgasm like it was a runner on a track, rounding the curve and heading down the straightaway.

Then it was there and her hands were pulling at my head like Tasha’s had. She didn’t scream, but the sounds she did make were loud and it was obvious that I had pleased her. When she pushed my head away and I stood on my knees, I had a grin on my face so wide it almost hurt. My face felt wet and I was pretty sure something was dripping from my chin.

Jill sat forward and astonished me by pulling my face to hers for a kiss that also said “Thank you,” very loudly. Then she pulled back and looked down. I knew she was looking at my bone, which almost hurt, at this point.

She leaned back and put one finger on her split.

“You may put that here, please.”

I was too excited and I was too rough, or at least I felt like I was being too rough. First I didn’t enter her slowly. I just slammed in. She went “Oof!” but didn’t say anything else. I said, “I’m sorry,” as I pounded her and she said, “You’re doing perfect.” For some reason I couldn’t cum. I wanted to. She felt hot and tight, but the urge just wasn’t there. I calmed down and leaned down to suck her nipples while I moved in and out with long strokes.

That was when she moaned, “Ohhh, Bobby I love you.”

We talked about that later. She did not mean that in the way I received it. I received it like a teenage boy hears it from his girlfriend, who he’s head over heels in love with. She meant it more along the lines of “I just love this cheesecake. It is to die for!” It’s hyperbole and everybody knows it when there is cheesecake involved. I was too young and innocent(?) to understand that, then. All I heard was that the woman I had pined for, for years, and who I was hopelessly in love with, loved me back.

And that turned the faucet to my balls on.

I slammed her again, and then gave her little humps as I flooded her with my seed. I looked at her and she had this look on her face that you see when a woman who is not the mother cuddles the newborn baby. She had not cum, but she didn’t care. There had been genuine intimacy between two people who had no agenda and that was precious to her.

My knees hurt because they had been the “feet” as I abused Jill, so I pulled out of her, looking at my milky cock. I always do that and it never ceases to make me want to get hard again, instantly. I got up and flopped down on the couch beside Jill. It was only then that I remembered my sister was there.

Tasha was sitting up, Indian style, and had watched carefully as I did something that looked violent and scary. She knew I wanted to do that to her and she also knew that Jill had stopped me from doing it just as she felt the opening of her vagina being stretched a lot. But she also saw how Jill reacted, and understood that it was not destructive violence. In her mind it was like a bear hug, where the recipient is lifted off the floor and spun around. That is a violent kind of hug, but it doesn’t hurt anybody.

She also saw my penis come out of Jill, making it look very long, even though I’m probably only a couple of inches longer than “normal” and she saw the gush of pearly white semen flow out of Jill’s relaxed pussy. Jill closed her legs slightly when I got up, but not all the way. Tasha later told me Jill looked relaxed and content, like our father does after Thanksgiving dinner and is ready to watch some football.

She didn’t want that, yet, but she knew she’d let me do that to her someday.

She said that was when she knew for sure that she would give me her virginity.

“So, is everybody feeling better?” Jill asked as Tasha and I were ready to go back home.

“Yes,” said Tasha. She hugged Jill and it was a long hug. Then Jill looked at me.

“I know you’re happy, and you’d better not complain when it’s uncomfortable to sit down.”

“I won’t,” I said. It was only then that I felt the soreness that was in the bruises she had put on my butt.

“And don’t push her to do things she doesn’t want to do,” said Jill.

“I won’t,” I said. “Now we have something new to help her not be so frustrated.”

Tasha just nodded.

Jill kissed me goodbye and she and Tasha held hands. I thought they were going to kiss, but Tasha just said, “Thank you.”

“I enjoyed it, too,” said Jill.

Then we went home.

“I’m going to take a nap,” she said, when we got inside.

“Do you want some company?” I asked.

“Not now,” she said. “Bobby?”

“Yeah.”

“I really do love you.” That phrase I understood, because it was familiar.

“I’m glad,” I said, “Because I’m kind of addicted to you.”

“Like you’re addicted to Jill?”

“Not the same thing,” I said. “She’s not my sister. I will love you until the day I die and we can’t break up.”

“What if I get married some day?”

“Then I’ll convince your husband that it takes two men to keep you happy and suggest that he doesn’t really want that to come from some stranger when he has a handy brother-in-law around.”

“Right,” she said, drawing it out to indicate she was skeptical.

“Or you could just not get married,” I went on. “We can go to college and start some kind of business that we run, together. We’d have to live together to save money.”

“And how would we explain it when it looks like I swallowed a pumpkin, whole?”

“You would go on dates, of course,” I said. “I’ll go on dates, too. I just won’t make any babies with the women I date.”

“So you would make a baby in me?”

“I’d want to,” I said, telling the truth. “But I wouldn’t do it unless you wanted that, too. I love you and I don’t want to screw up your life. I know what I just said probably won’t happen, but it’s a beautiful dream, to me, and all I have to do is think about that dream when I beat off and I cum within a minute.”

“Don’t beat off anymore,” she said. “Come find me and I’ll suck it for you.”

“While I’m sucking you?” I suggested.

“No. If we did that we’d both be naked and I left that condom at Jill’s house.”

“Oh,” I said. “Okay. I can be happy with the occasional blow job.”

“Occasional meaning every night,” she said.

“I need to take care of you, too,” I said.

“I’ll tell you what I need. And we can go over to Jill’s, where she can monitor us, like she just did.”

“Good plan,” I said.

She put her hands on my shoulders and stared into my eyes.

“Bobby, I want you to fuck me, but I don’t want you to fuck me. Do you understand?”

Actually, I did. I nodded and said, “You’re safe with me.”

“When you say things like that, it makes me want to fuck you,” she said.

“You’re very safe with me,” I said again, trying to look innocent. I didn’t actually want sex at that moment in time. I was satisfied after dumping my balls in Jill.

She stuck out her tongue at me and went to her bedroom.

I took a nap, too.

When we got up Mom was home and she gave us chores to do. I got mine done and helped Tasha finish hers. When we got finished and went back to report, Mom was happy.

“I’m glad you two are getting along better. You will be siblings your whole lives, and when Bart and I are gone, you will only have each other.”

“Well, that had better be a while from now, and I’ll have children to take care of me.”

“I hope so,” said Mom. “You have a lot to offer the right man and you’ll be a wonderful mother.”

“As if,” I snorted.

Mom looked at me.

“Don’t sass me on this, Bobby. You need to cherish and love your sister. You need to watch out for her and help her find the right man to give me grandchildren.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said, ducking my head.

“I do not need my little brother following me around on dates and monitoring who I’m kissing,” said Tasha.

“Speaking of which,” said Mom. “Bobby, you can go. I need to talk to Tasha privately.”

I left and went to take a shower, because the task I had been given was to clean the inside of the garbage can so it didn’t have an odor anymore. I had to kind of crawl in it to get to the bottom and I felt icky.

I was just finishing up soaping everything up when the door to the shower cubical opened and Tasha stepped in. She was naked. The shower wasn’t designed for two, so it was crowded, but I didn’t mind, except for the fact that this was insanely dangerous. She hugged me and spoke into my ear.

“Mom just said she’s going to get me a prescription for birth control pills!” she gasped.

“Why?” I gasped back in return. “Does she know about us?”

“No, you goofball. She said I’m old enough to have the kind of feelings that can lead to foolishness. She said the pill will protect me from being foolish. Then she said I am not to have sex until I’m out of college.”

“I don’t think you can avoid being foolish for that long,” I said.

She reached to goose me and found my cock, which was finished resting and was ready to go again.

She dropped to her knees and sucked me until I had to lean against the wall to keep from falling down. I warned her, but she stayed on and swallowed everything I gave her.

It left me with aching balls as she stood up to kiss me.

“Where’s Mom?” I asked, finally remembering the danger.

“She went to the store to get stuff to make lasagna.”

“Do you want me to suck you?”

“Yes, but not now. I want to have lots of time to enjoy it and not worry about Mom coming back.”

“Got it. Thank you.”

“It was fun. You make the strangest noises while I’m doing that.”

“So do you,” I said. “I love hearing them.”

“Good.”

She got out of the shower and grabbed the towel off the rack to dry herself off. I still had shampoo in my hair so I rinsed it. When I got out she was gone.

And so was the only towel in the bathroom.

As it happened, the only thing Mom needed to make lasagna was ricotta and we almost got caught. Tasha was in her bedroom when I left the bathroom, dripping, and ran smack into Mom.

“What on Earth are you doing?!” she gasped, moving back. Her eyes just naturally raked up and down my body and stopped on my penis. It was soft, but not completely flaccid, yet, so it still looked big. “What if your sister saw you like this?!”

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