Chapter 9

Megan showed up that Tuesday wearing a torn jean skirt and a garter belt with fishnet stockings. The skirt was practically nonexistent at this point, with huge gaps that allowed me to see the smooth lines of Megan's gorgeous legs. On her top half she had a tight white tank top and a black leather jacket.

As she put her stuff into the spare drawer I'd cleared out for her, I lay on the bed and watched her luscious form moving. She was telling me about her affairs of the past week--whenever Megan went home, she got laid. She and I had a completely open relationship, so I didn't feet jealousy but only a vague arousal at the fact that Megan was getting balled and I was, too.

"Anyway, you remember Johnny?" she asked as she put some lace underwear into the top drawer. "He came on to me while my parents were home, and I ended up in bed with him, hoping they wouldn't hear the banging as we fucked. It was great. How was your week?"

I chuckled. "I'd like to tell you, but I've got a better idea," I said. "How'd you like to watch a videotape?"

Megan stopped what she was doing and looked at me. Her dyed black hair looked very sexy against her white face as she smiled and licked her lips. She winked.

"That's kinky," she said. "Who with?"

"Cyndi and me," I grinned.

Megan gasped. The last time Megan had visited, she and Cyndi had really hit it off. I'd finally gotten Megan to admit that she was attracted to my beautiful sister. Megan was definitely bi, though she'd never had sex with a woman before. Cyndi, though, was a definite possibility for her--considering how horny Cyndi was. I don't think Megan had suspected, ever for a second, that I'd beat her to it.

"Cyndi your sister?" she asked hoarsely and nervously. Her face was getting red, as were the tops of her breasts which peeked out of the low-cut white tank top. I could tell the idea excited her--her nipples were sticking right through the damp cotton material, and it wasn't cold in here.

"You got it," I said. "I finally got her into bed, and put it on tape."

"Whoa," said Megan. "That's really kinky. Can I see it?"

"It's right here," I said, picking up the tape from the nightstand. "In living color. Want to go downstairs right now and watch it?"

Cyndi and Rod were gone for the day, off on a trip to the beach. The living room would be empty, and Megan and I could watch the homemade porn movie on the big screen with all the privacy of that big, lushly-carpeted floor. I'd balled Cyndi there, and I was going to ball someone far less close to me. Megan looked particularly good today, and I couldn't wait.

Megan seemed very eager to see the tape. She lay down on the floor in front of the enormous TV as I put the tape on. I turned to her and lay down next to her with my face pressed into her neck as the sound of Cyndi's voice filled the room. Megan reached up and got the remote control. She turned the volume up as I nuzzled her throat.

"I want this really loud," said Megan. "I'm dying for a really kinky experience."

Cyndi let out a whimper as she slipped out of her shirt on the TV, then began to touch herself. The TV was so loud I could barely hear Megan as I whispered, "For your viewing pleasure."

I began to lick and suck Megan's neck, licking my way over her smooth white flesh. I let my hand come down on her breast. The tank top she wore was wet with her warm sweat from the drive, and clung to her breasts like a glove. Her nipples poked through enticingly. I started fondling her breasts and kissing her neck as Megan began to pant with arousal, watching on the screen as Cyndi seduced herself.

Megan was practically hypnotized, but she was really enjoying herself. I helped her out of the leather jacket and began to nuzzle her tits through the tank top. She let out a whimper as I bit down on her hard nipples. I slipped my hand down to the small ribbon of bare flesh between her shirt and her belt. With little circular motions of my hand, I began to stroke it. Megan let out a soft sigh as she watched Cyndi writhing nude on the screen. I slid my hand up Megan's shirt and molded my fingers to the shape of her smooth, round breasts. I began to toy with her tits and nipples, gently pinching them as I tugged her shirt up further. Megan just lay there and let me fondle her, obviously aroused but quite hypnotized by the images on the screen. Her breath was coming short and her nipples just kept getting harder until they felt like bursting cherries. I slid my hand down to Megan's bare thigh and began to stroke that with my fingers, teasing her gently. Megan spread her legs a little, letting me slide my hand under her skirt. I felt her up and realized she wasn't wearing any panties. Megan was like that--she liked to have her cunt naked and ready for action. Her entire upper thighs were covered with the thick, warm juices from her cunt. Her pussy was soaked through and slick. I put my two fingers together and gently pressed them into Megan's cunt. Megan let out a soft moan as I did so, her face twisted in ecstasy. Megan wasn't nearly as loud as Cyndi, but she enjoyed things even more in her own way.