Chapter 2

The Arrangement

When I woke up, on the second Saturday at her house, Mira was nestled against me, still asleep. There was no sign of Larisa. I ran my hands along the curves of Mira’s body under the covers, thinking to myself what a marvelous thing it is to wake up next to a beautiful naked girl, in particular, a girl with which I was very much in love.

Mira stirred, and sensing my body next to hers, pushed her hips back toward me, deepening the “spooning” of our bodies. I became aware that my morning erection was pressing against her butt. I scooted it between her legs, for a comfortable place to rest. She must have felt its hardness, because she gently pushed her hips back against me repeatedly.

Well, I thought, if she wants sex first thing in the morning, we can do that. I sought with the head of my cock the right place between her legs, and was rewarded with a hot and already lubricated pussy to slide into. She still hadn’t even opened her eyes, and at least part of me was still asleep, but we moved our bodies together in a very warm, cozy fuck. Our bodies were heating up from the effort, so I threw back the blanket so that we were covered by just a sheet. I managed to get both of my arms around her, one sneaking around her neck. In this position I could push my cock forward to meet her backwards thrusts, but I could also hold one of her breasts and kiss her neck.

I wasn’t quite awake, and wasn’t going to come quickly after being so drained, so our cuddle-fuck went on for a long, delicious time. Gradually I became fully awake, and my conscious mind started to do what it does so often, worry. I stopped thrusting and just held her.

“Mira.”

“Yes?” She said sleepily.

“I don’t want you to work at the hotel tonight.”

“I have to.” There was sadness and resignation in her voice.

“I know. I just wish there was a way you didn’t have to.”

We stayed that way, lost in our own thoughts for a long time. Then an idea came to me.

“What if I paid?”

There was a pause, and her voice sounded suddenly awake. “Do you mean, you come to the hotel?”

“I wouldn’t have to. I could just give you the 25 euros, and you give it to your father.”

She squirmed around, slipping off my cock so she could turn to face me. She had a serious look on her face.

“I would still have to go to the hotel. My father knows people there.”

“Would they know if you didn’t actually sell your body to anyone?”

She considered this. “No, I don’t think so.”

My heart leapt. “So, it’s OK for me to pay you?”

“You are serious.” She just stared at me.

“Yes, I’m serious.”

There was a long pause. She stared at me. I tried to figure out the expression on her face. Finally she broke the silence. There were almost tears in her eyes.

“I love you.”

I had heard her say those words to me before, but at that moment, I really felt it in my bones. She leaned in to kiss me, and it was a softer kiss than usual. The kiss got more active, her hands went back onto my body, and soon she had me pinned on my back, climbing on top of me to settle herself down on my cock. She fucked me that way, or perhaps it was making love, with her doing all the work of riding my cock, bouncing her young body on mine, our flesh slapping together, until I finally came inside her. She collapsed on top of me and we held each other for a long time as my cock gradually softened.

A while later, we had finally managed to crawl out of bed and were getting dressed when I realized something.

“Mira, why haven’t you let me lick your pussy?”

Half-dressed, she gave me a puzzled look.

“Men don’t do that.”

That caught me by surprise.

“Your father and brothers never do it?”

“Of course not. Only my mother and sometimes my sister.”

No wonder she came to accept this “lesbian” perversion in her life, I thought. She didn’t have orgasms from intercourse, so this was the primary way she experienced sexual release in her life, at least with another person. From the time of her earliest memories, her pleasure had come from her mother’s mouth. As for me, going down on a girl was something I thought I understood well, having plenty of practice with my last girlfriend.

“Also, you never suggested it.” she continued.

I considered this. When we sat by the stream, it was true, the geometry of our bodies hadn’t made me think of going down on her. I had masturbated her to orgasm with my fingers instead. In bed, we had rushed into sex, and it had slipped my mind since she already seemed so eager to fuck.

“I’m sorry I didn’t suggest it. Will you let me do it to you?”

She smiled. “Are you sure? I think men are scared to do it. They just like to watch women doing it with each other.”

“I’m not scared. You just made me come, but you haven’t had yours yet. Get back in bed!”

She laughed, almost a giggle. She had her bra, panties and top back on, but pushed off her panties and flopped back in the bed. I straddled her and kissed my way down her body, ended up with my face right in front of her young pussy, getting my best look at it yet. She was really beautiful, even in her most intimate anatomy. With my fingers, I explored her little pink folds, the size and placement of her clit, then I did it again, with my tongue. She moaned her encouragement. I gently began the tongue motions that my previous girlfriend had liked, then switched around and tried a lot of variations, carefully listening to the sounds Mira made. Soon I found a rhythm and motion that she liked, individual to her, and in less than ten minutes brought her to a strong, noisy orgasm.

I was glowing with pride as I kissed my way back up her body, and she was glowing with arousal. We exchanged “I love you” and spent a lot of time kissing before finally getting up to get dressed and venture towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, we found her mother, and Mira launched into a fast burst of excited Molvanian. Her mother just smiled and answered back briefly. After more of Mira’s outburst, she gave me a surprised glance and an extra-large smile.

“Did you ... tell her about tonight?” I asked, unsure of whether that was a good idea.

“No,” said Mira, suddenly serious. “That is our secret. I told her you licked my pussy and how nice it was! She really likes you now.”

I grinned back. Great, I thought, now both of Mira’s parents like me. Her older brother Nikolai seemed to like me too. I was well accepted in this bizarre family for reasons that I barely understood.

Siblings

Later that day, I solved the logistical issue of getting my money in the required cash form and getting it to Mira before Saturday night. That night, she went to the hotel as usual, and as I learned later, successfully did nothing but stand around.

I desperately wanted to spend time with her on Sunday, but it was impossible. She could leave her house only at certain times, and there was no place for her to meet me where we could have privacy. She still felt it was a bad idea, for my sake, for us to go out socially together. She also felt that calling my host family’s house was best avoided, so we had no way to reach each other to make plans. I could have visited her house when her father and brother weren’t around, but that was only certain hours that were hard to predict. I just had to wait for Monday afternoon.

I was incredibly happy to see Mira’s smiling face when I got to the bakery on Monday. We discussed the public parts of our life, my language classes, safe subjects. Only later, out on the trail by the stream, did Mira feel comfortable to speak freely.

“I should tell you about who I have had sex with.”

“Nobody on Saturday night?” I asked hopefully.

“Nobody, yes. No ugly men at the hotel.” She kissed me. “I gave my father the money as usual. He does not suspect anything.”

“But ... you did have to have sex?”

“Yes. Two times. Last night it was my father.”

I scowled. “Did Anton start it again?”

“No, my father started it. You know, he sleeps in the largest bed in the house, and Katarina lives there with him, and sleeps there with him. My mother has another room, she only comes into my father’s bedroom to clean it, or sometimes when my father has some sexual idea. He doesn’t have sex with my mother anymore by herself. She is just there when he has sex with Katarina, when my father thinks it is entertaining.”

“So, you had sex with him.”

“Yes, and with Katarina.” She gave me a strange look. “I think you would like to see that, me having sex with her.”

“I guess I would. You’re both very beautiful, and two sisters...”

“It is sexy, like with my mother.”

“Yes.”

“Well, then maybe you will like hearing about last night. For me, I don’t like that my father is there, making me do things. But I don’t mind being with my sister. Even though I am supposed to pretend she is not my sister. I think my father is stupid about that. Anyways, my father started it, he was a little bit drunk, and he leads us both to his bedroom. He takes off Katarina’s clothes, and then he sits back on his bed and tells her to take off my clothes. Of course, we have done this many times and we know what he wants. He wants to see us do lesbian. So, we are kissing and she is taking off my clothes, we are touching each other, and I put fingers in her pussy. It feels OK to do this, we have done it so many times, we like it a little, but for him we have to pretend we really like it a lot. We pretend it is very exciting. After watching us like this, he pulls out his cock and we have to suck it together. He is rough with Katarina, pushing it into her mouth very hard. It is uncomfortable for her but she has to do it. Then he fucks both of us, just plain fucking, he is on top of us. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend it was you, but I couldn’t do it. I just had to wait for it to be over.”

I held her and kissed her. My mind was once again a chaotic mix of feelings, shock and sadness at her predicament, but strong arousal at hearing about her having sex with her sister. It was a strange sensation that I would gradually become used to.

“So that was it, he just fucked you and it was over?”

“No, he did Katarina in the ass.”

Her calm voice made it clear that this was an ordinary occurrence, but I was shocked. She had mentioned that her mother was used to anal sex, but nothing about herself or her sister.

“He ... has anal sex with her?”

“Yes. Two years, since she was 17. I am only 16, he has never done it to me, but I am sure he will do it when I turn 17. So, he does it in her ass, and he puts me in front of her, so that he can watch her licking my pussy when he is doing it. He comes that way, so I can leave the room. I didn’t have any orgasm, but he doesn’t care about that. He is stupid. That was Sunday night.”

“There was another time?”

“Yes, this morning. It was Anton. I think I hate him. We were still getting ready to go to school, and he comes into my room, my father is not there so I tell him no. He threatens to tell my father that I wouldn’t do it. So, I don’t resist him. He just pushes me against the bed, I am leaning over, and he fucks me quickly, then he is done and leaves.”

“He raped you.” I considered that nearly everything that went on her house was basically rape, but this was even more blatant.

“I guess so.”

I held her and she put her head on my shoulder. She didn’t cry, but I let her cling to me for as long as she wanted. I thought about what little I knew about rape. It was supposed to be a violent act, not a sexual one. Did Anton hate or resent his younger sister somehow? It sounded like he just wanted to get his rocks off, and he had been raised to think that this was an acceptable way to do it, that her feelings didn’t matter.

“I just wish it was you instead,” she said finally.

“I’m amazed that you can want to have sex with anyone, after all the sex forced on you.” I offered.

She shrugged. “I think sex depends just on the person. If I am doing it with you or my mother, it feels good. Or Nikolai, I don’t mind it with him. If I have the same sex when I am made to do it, it doesn’t feel good.” She kissed me. “Can I suck you now?”

“I think I went soft when you told me about Anton attacking you.”

She nodded. “Well, that happens with him, and there’s nothing we can do about it. I still want to feel you coming in my mouth. Can I do it?”

I surrendered. “OK.”

“Think about me with my sister, not with my brother,” she said, getting down between my legs to fish out my soft cock. There’s something wonderful about a warm mouth around my soft cock, because it all fits so nicely, a sensation that usually changes quickly as my cock gets harder. I thought about Katarina and Mira undressing each other and kissing while playing with each other’s pussies. I thought back to how Mira had plunged her face between her mother’s pussy lips, the slurping sounds as she drank my come. I put one hand on the back of her head and it wasn’t long until Mira’s deep, hard and fast blowjob got me to come in her mouth, exactly as she had wanted.

I noticed as she stood up that she was pulling her fingers away from her crotch, where she had been touching herself while sucking me.

“Can I go down on you?” I asked.

She paused, perhaps unfamiliar with the English idiom, then her face lit up. “Sure!”

We found a way for her to sit on the fallen tree that exposed her hips at the right angle, allowing my face access between her legs. Her pussy tasted different than it had before, and I realized that last time I had just come inside her. Sucking her clit was delightful, and I already knew the tongue motions she liked, so it was barely minutes until her hips jerked and she patted my head to stop. I came up to kiss her through the afterglow of her orgasm.

The Third Visit

Our week went by normally, and I was not entirely surprised when Mira told me I should come back to her house for dinner again on Friday night. I was now beyond some curiosity on Drago’s part, and more like some kind of friend of the family. Dinner was delicious, and I praised Larisa repeatedly about how much I liked her cooking, attempting to speak some Molvanian to the great amusement of everyone at the table. Anton was there, and I tried not to let on that I hated him for forcing his sister into sex. I tried to act friendly and neutral to everyone in the family.

After dinner, I again spent time with Nikolai and Mira in the living room, playing another game of chess and discussing all kinds of things, in both languages with Mira often translating for us.

Drago didn’t say a word during dinner about anyone being a whore, or who I would sleep with. I just hoped that I would be in a bed with Mira, whether we had sex or not. I was disappointed when it became late, and I was led to the guest room and left by myself.

Oh well, I thought. I undressed and climbed into the bed alone. I wasn’t sleepy, so I lay there thinking about Mira and her family. I really liked Nikolai, who had a great sense of humor and a lot of shared interests in international things. I liked him even more knowing that he was gentle with Mira and never forced her to do anything. I wondered who was in bed with who. I left the lamp on by my bed, lying awake thinking.

I was delighted when the door opened and Mira came in, grinning broadly.

“My father is busy with Katarina. He doesn’t need me, and he doesn’t care if I sleep with you,” she explained.

I pulled back the covers, she stripped naked and crawled in with me. We kissed and cuddled and rolled around with each other in delight. I was quickly hard, and positioned myself on top of her to sink into her pussy. We were several minutes into a delightful, romantic fuck when the door opened again. Larisa peeked in, and said something in Molvanian.

“You want her to join us?” Mira asked me.

“Do you?” I replied.

“Yes.”

“Well then I do too.”

Mira called her to us. Larisa pulled off her dress as she approached the bed. The blanket was already thrown back, so when she sat down on the edge of the bed she had a perfect view of my cock buried in her daughter’s pussy.

She didn’t make any further moves, so I went back to thrusting into Mira. Larisa just sat there, watching as my cock slid home, watching our bodies moving together in unison, listening to our pants and moans. She put one hand under her panties as she watched us, but otherwise she didn’t make any move. Gradually, I remembered that Larisa tended to be passive about sex. I gestured for her to lean forward, and kissed her. She kissed back hotly, then without being told to, bent down to give Mira the same hot kiss. Her mouth moved down to Mira’s small pink nipples, sucking each in turn as my thrusts caused Mira’s breasts to wiggle.

I helped remove Larisa’s bra, and we spent a lot of enjoyable time that way, all three mouths involved with each other through our fuck. At one point Mira and I each had one of her mother’s large nipples in our mouths, sucking hard as we pressed against each other’s bodies. It was Mira that took things to the next level.

“You want us to do lesbian?”

“I don’t want to stop fucking you,” I replied.

“You don’t have to. Here.” She said something in Molvanian. Larisa stood, pushed off her panties, and climbed right onto the bed, her knees on either side of Mira’s shoulders. I watched in amazement. Holding the bed frame with her arms for support, she slowly lowered her pussy to her daughter’s mouth.

Mira smiled at me and licked her lips as her mother’s pussy descended. Her arms were reasonably free, so she could use her hands to spread the large labia and get her mouth between them. From behind, I didn’t have a perfect view, but I could see Mira’s tongue each time as it flicked downward. She alternately between licking and sucking the whole clit into her mouth.

I almost came inside Mira watching her devouring her mother’s pussy this way, but I managed to hold out. Mira got more into it, pressing a couple fingers into the large pussy on her mouth. I dared to press a couple of my fingers in as well, and experienced the odd sensation of my fingers slipping around with Mira’s. I pulled mine out and Mira managed to get four fingers inside, pushing deeper and exploring. Then she suddenly did something that was more obscene than I could have imagined.

She pulled out her slippery fingers, and pressed one of them, then two of them, up Larisa’s ass.

The act itself was shocking and arousing, but even more so was Larisa’s loud moan of obvious approval as her daughter began slowly finger-fucking her ass. I didn’t know much about anal sex, but I had assumed it was something done purely for a man’s pleasure. I imagined it as something dirty, done in the dark. But here right in front of my eyes, Mira was anally penetrating her mother for her mother’s obvious pleasure. I watched the brownish pink sphincter slip around Mira’s pretty fingers as she slowly moved them in and out. My cock got even harder inside Mira’s pussy, the sensations of fucking her more acute. The sound of very wet suction came from Mira’s slurping mouth that was intensely busy on her mother’s clit.

I knew I was going to come, and come hard, but to my surprise, Larisa beat me to it. She let out a powerful moan, her hips shook, and her pussy became so wet that I could watch a few drops trickling over Mira’s chin and down her neck. I was just seconds behind her, pressing myself as hard and deep into Mira as I could, gasping as I pulsed inside her.

Slowly, Larisa moved and sat beside us, panting. I was breathing hard as well. Mira had a big grin on her wet face. I bent down to kiss her, and she seemed surprised. When I put my tongue into her mouth, I encountered a hot pool of her mother’s pussy juices. At that moment, it seemed profoundly sexy, and we kissed with our tongues slipping around, both swallowing the hot liquid.

“I ... I didn’t know you would do that ... with her ass.” I stuttered.

“Oh, yes.” Mira glowed. “My father taught us to do that, for his pleasure to watch, but eventually we learned to like it.”

Larisa said something long in Molvanian, and Mira nodded, translating.

“She says that her ass is a sexual thing, when you treat it the right way. She likes it to be licked and touched. She even likes anal sex a little bit, at least it can be nice, if the man is not rough. But my father is usually rough.” She pulled my face down to hers for a quick kiss. “Now, pull out of me, so she can make me come.”

I pulled out and sat beside her. The last time this happened, I was on the verge of falling asleep, and I didn’t get a good look. This time, I had a perfect view as Larisa bent down and kissed her way down Mira’s body. She slid her naked body along her daughter’s, ending up on her hands and knees between Mira’s pale thighs. I watched carefully as she used one hand to spread Mira’s pink labia. A single line of my white cum trickled down. Larisa used her other hand to run a finger through the cum. She looked up at me with a smile as she brought the finger to her lips, and sucked it clean. She kept using her fingers for a while, playing with the cum and rubbing it around on Mira’s clit. Finally, she put her tongue out and switched to giving her daughter proper oral sex. I watched, comparing her technique to what I had found Mira liked.

“Do you think ... this is incest?” asked Mira out of the blue, breathing hard.

I looked at her naked body, her legs spread wide and her hips rocking slightly with sexual eagerness as her mother licked her pussy.

“I guess it is,” I said.

“I don’t think it’s really incest. It doesn’t feel like it to me. It feels like incest when my father fucks me. But this is so good, I don’t think this can be incest.”

Larisa raised her head and asked me something in Molvanian.

“She wants to know if you want to lick me too.” Mira giggled. “She thinks it’s really good that you would do it for me.”

“Sure!” I agreed. The thought occurred to me that perhaps this was a way to test whether I really cared about her daughter. Larisa scooted to one side, making room for me to squeeze next to her and put my mouth on Mira’s pussy. It was already wet and slippery, and Mira responded strongly when my tongue flicked over her clit. I teased her a while by running the tip of my tongue all around, down to her perineum and flicking it across her inner labia, then sucked her whole clit into my mouth and applied gentle suction. Mira moaned appreciatively. Larisa had an arm around me, hugging me to her side as she watched me licking her daughter’s pussy. When I stopped to take a breath, she pushed her own face forward to lick Mira from bottom to top. When she pulled her head back, I turned to seek her lips, and we kissed hotly, swirling the taste of Mira between our tongues.

This settled into a game, taking turns. Each time Mira got close, we switched. Mira’s moans became more frantic, and she started to swear quietly in Molvanian as we drove her crazy. At one point, I was sucking her clit, and Larisa had a couple fingers inside her, gently finger-fucking her. Suddenly, Mira’s hands came down and gripped my head, hard, holding me in place. Her hips were quivering, and I kept my tongue moving exactly how she liked, until she came, and kept coming. Her pussy lubricated dramatically, and then suddenly she went limp.

Slowly I kissed my way up her body, and kissed her mouth. Larisa came up beside us, and Mira pulled her in for a kiss as well. Together we kissed our way through the afterglow of her orgasm for a long, dreamy time, our three naked bodies side by side. Mira spoke softly in my ear in English about how good it felt, how happy she was, how much she loved me. To her mother she spoke softly in Molvanian.

“I think you are ready again,” she said, noticing my erection pressing against her side. She exchanged some Molvanian with her mother, who nodded. “Do you want to try anal sex with her?”

I looked at Larisa. She was smiling at me, as if it was no big deal. I considered it. My fears of anal sex had been greatly reduced by seeing how easily those two fingers had gone up her ass, and how she had liked it. She had been taking her husband’s cock in her ass for something like fifteen years, so she was clearly used to it.

“Yes,” I said, my lust and curiosity overwhelming my reservations.

“Oh good. I think you will really like it!”

Larisa got up on her hands and knees, pushed her ass back welcomingly. Mira slowly sat up alongside her mother, watching my erection bobbing as I got up on my knees as well.

“Let her suck it first.”

I led my cock into Larisa’s mouth, and watched as Mira used her fingers to do something between her mother’s butt cheeks. I realized she was wetting her fingers in Larisa’s large pussy, and using them to push the wetness into her asshole. Preparing her. I thrust gently into Larisa’s mouth, becoming rock hard as I watched them getting ready.

“OK, come try it. You should start slow, not like my father. Also you are bigger than him, so be careful.”

I was still very hesitant, but eagerly came around and got behind Larisa. Mira used one hand to stroke my cock, the other to plunge two fingers in and out of her mother’s asshole. Finally, she stopped. With one hand, she held the cheeks apart, exposing the rosebud. With her other hand, she pulled my cock forward. I pressed gently, and the head of my cock slipped inside.

“Good, now move in slowly.”

I put my hands on Larisa’s hips and pressed gently. Around an inch of cock went in before I hit impossible tightness.

“Now stop for a second. Let her get used to it ... OK, keep going.”

Inch by inch, I worked my cock inside, until to my amazement most of my cock was buried inside. It was extremely hot, and snug, and incredibly obscene looking.

“OK.” Mira smiled and winked at me. “Now you can fuck.”

I started slowly, pulling out almost all the way, pressing back in slowly. When Larisa didn’t seem to mind, I did it again a little faster. I struggled with my self-control, building speed gradually. I found that if I didn’t go so deep, I could thrust more quickly, her sphincter moving over the sensitive parts of my cock in a way that felt great. Larisa muttered something, and Mira translated.

“She says you can go deeper. Don’t worry about hurting her now, she is ready for you.”

I grabbed her hips tighter and pushed myself a little farther in on each thrust. The head of my cock seemed to be struggling against the tightness of the walls around it. Larisa gasped, almost crying out, and I feared that I had gone too deep, but she didn’t tell me to stop.

“That’s it, that’s good! Sometimes she can come this way.”

Mira came closer to me and bent forward to press her tits against my chest, her mouth seeking mine. My balls tingled as we kissed, and I realized that I was closer to coming than I thought. Mira seemed to sense it as well.

“Do it, fuck her ass! You can come in her ass, it’s OK.”

I was unable to stop myself in any case. My hips on autopilot, I slid forward into that fiery dark tunnel and erupted, coming so hard that the lights went dim and my head was dizzy. Mira was kissing me, but I could barely focus to kiss her back. Slowly, I came back to normal.

“You did it. I think you liked it.” Mira was smiling at me. “You can pull out now.”

I pulled out, and Larisa scooted forward and off the bed, walking out of the room, stark naked. I collapsed onto my back, with Mira cuddled by my side. Larisa came back into the room with a hot, wet towel, which she used to wipe down my semi-soft cock. She wiped between her own legs a bit, then leaned in to kiss both of us, pulled the sheets onto us, said goodnight, gathered up her clothes and left us alone together. We cuddled into sleep.

Saturday morning began as usual, waking up next to my girlfriend’s warm, beautiful naked body. I spooned her, then sought between her legs with the head of my cock. Half-asleep, she pushed back against me. Starting slowly, we worked ourselves up into a vigorous, passionate fuck. I almost came, but instead held myself deep inside her body and stopped, kissing the back of her neck tenderly.

“That was incredible, last night,” I said.

“Yes it was. I don’t think I’ve ever come so strong. What you both did to my pussy, it was amazing. And I liked watching you enjoying my mother’s ass so much.”

“I was scared of it, but I loved it.” I agreed.

“Sometime...” she paused, considering her words, “sometime, I want you to do that with me. In my ass, I mean. I want to learn how to do it for you.”

“You don’t have to do that. I already love having sex with you.” My cock was all the way inside her snug pussy, and I couldn’t imagine anything feeling more perfect.

“Yes, but ... I saw how excited you were last night. And I know how my mother has grown to like it, sometimes. I know my father will start to do it with me on my next birthday. But I want to do it with you first. I should practice first, putting something inside me.”