Part 4A

The next morning, I woke up neatly sandwiched between Diane and Holly. I was (still? again?) flat on my back, with both of them laying on their sides facing me, heads resting on my shoulders. They were holding hands on my chest, and each had a leg draped across me. I was content to just lay there for a while, looking from one to the other, and feeling rather pleased with myself at the contented smiles on their faces.

A few minutes later, Holly woke up while I was looking at her. It took her a few moments to realize where she was, and how she'd gotten there; but when it came back to her, she quickly tilted her head to look up at me - blushing slightly when she saw that I was looking at her. I grinned at her, then kissed her gently on top of the head before giving her a soft hug. She kissed my ribs, then started to move the leg that was laying on top of mine. When she did, I saw - and felt - as she tensed briefly.

She looked up at me again when I asked her "Are you okay?", my concern obvious in my voice.

"I'm fine, Mike. I'm just a little sore, you know, inside, from last night." she answered.

"Sorry?"

She got a bright smile on her face, and assured me "Not even a little bit! I think I would have felt something from it, no matter WHO was my first; at least with you, it was someone I know I can trust. You were as patient and gentle with me as I could have wanted, and you even helped me have orgasms while you were doing it. I've heard some of the other girls at school talking about their first time, and none of them have said anything about climaxing their first time."

I gave her another soft hug, and she went on, saying "I mean it, Mike. I wanted it to be special, and you made it that way. And not just because you're my big brother - or maybe because you're my brother. You went out of your way to make sure it was special for me - you did everything you could to help me, and I appreciate that more than I can ever tell you. I was scared that it was going to hurt, or that I was going to do something wrong, or make a mistake, or SOMETHING. But you were always there to let me know that everything was okay, no matter what I did, or what I was thinking."

Both of us looked over at her when Diane spoke up, saying "It wasn't just because he's your brother. He was like that with me, too - the first time, and after. That's just the way he is."

Holly asked her "How long have you been awake?"

Diane grinned, and answered "For a while now - since before you moved your leg. I didn't say or do anything because I didn't want to disturb anyone, and it just felt so nice to lay here with both of you."

Holly grinned back, and told her "You're right - it is nice to lay here like this. And I'd like to do more, too; but I'm not quite ready for 'more', yet. But if you want to, go ahead - I like watching, too!" mischievously.

With that, they quit holding hands so that Diane could begin caressing my chest as she started gently rubbing my leg with hers. Her touch, and the way I felt her nipples hardening into my side, soon had me starting to get erect - something that both of them couldn't help noticing. Holly carefully and quietly eased herself away from me as Diane extended the reach of her hand to include my lower belly, then my inflating penis. When she started gently caressing and squeezing it, she raised herself up a bit so that the two of us could share a kiss. After our mouths had been in contact a few moments, I felt her tongue touching my lips, and readily opened my mouth to her explorations - then returned the favor as our tongues gently dueled in each other's mouths.

Diane raised herself even more, exposing one of her breasts to my touch: cupping it with my hand, I couldn't help but marvel yet again at how soft, yet firm, it was. I softly ran my thumb across her nipple, hearing and feeling her moan of pleasure as it hardened even more under my touch.

As we continued to kiss, I continued to gently squeeze and caress the breast in my had, delighting in it's smoothness, and how her areolas puckered more and more as her arousal increased. For her part, Diane's hand held ample evidence of my own pleasure: I was nearly fully erect - hot and heavy in her hand as she slowly softly stroked my length.

After another minute or two, I gently guided Diane onto her back, where she readily spread her legs for me - happily giving my hand access to the center of her womanhood while my mouth took it's place on her breast. Deliberately teasing her, I let my finger trace her vaginal cleft ever so softly as I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it. After only a few strokes across her opening, I felt her legs part even more as she lifted her pelvis in an effort to make firmer contact with my feather-light touches. Another minute, and I heard her release a soft, whimpering moan of frustration when I moved my oral attentions to her other breast. Upon hearing that, I let my finger dip a little farther into her: letting it slip between her inner lips to find her hot, wet opening. As I'd planned, my touch only served to increase her arousal, even though I was now letting my finger graze ever so lightly across her clitoral hood.

Again, it took only a minute or so before she found the increased attention as stimulating, but inadequate, as before. By this time, I was switching from one breast to the other and back again; licking and sucking on them: sides, bottom, top, and nipples - any part of their surface I could reach. Her fingers were in my hair even as her pelvis began a slow undulation of desire, trying to either capture or escape my teasing finger. By this time, I could feel that her labia had fully extended and parted; between them, her vaginal opening fairly radiated heat as it released her musky oils for me to distribute.

As the time passed and her arousal grew, I heard her breathing slowly change to a soft panting; when I heard that, I knew that she was ready for what I planned next. Lifting my head, I saw the dark blush of her excitement on her face and shoulders. She moaned slightly when she felt me let her nipple snap back from my lips; when I didn't move to the other as I had before, she opened her eyes to watch as I slowly and gently kissed my way down her torso, taking a tortuous route toward my goal: the steaming center of her sexuality.

When I finally fastened my lips around her erect clitoris, she gave a soft moan of pleasure. A moan that quickly deepened as I began softly fluttering my tongue across it, giving her the stimulation she so desperately wanted.

Scanning her, I continued to lick and suck on her clitoris, steadily easing her toward release. But when I knew that she was close, I pulled her back from the peak by changing my actions. From stimulating her sensitive clitoris, I moved to begin licking her engorged and extended labia, licking them clean of her abundant oils - savoring their sweet, heady scent and flavor. I took my time about my task, carefully working my way closer and closer to the source of her nectar. Finally, I was there: dipping my tongue ever so slightly into her opening, drawing out her liquid essence as quickly as she was producing it. Once again, I scanned her as I moved her toward her release - and once again, I pulled her back from the brink by moving to begin a new series of soft, slow ministrations to her clitoris.

When I did that, I felt something move under me - and a moment later, the sweet sensation of a pair of lips wrapping themselves around the head of my erect penis. I knew it could only be Holly, and quickly scanned her to find out that she suspected what I was trying to do to Diane, and wanted to do her part to help me - by making sure that I stayed hard and ready for when I finally made love to Diane.

Even as Holly was sliding her lips along my length, I was continuing my efforts to lift Diane to the brink of orgasm yet again. This time, as I licked and sucked around her clitoris, I let my hands move up to Diane's breasts. There I found her nipples hard as little pebbles as they sat atop her crinkled areolas, which in turn, capped her smooth breasts, themselves almost hard from her deep, intense arousal.

As I let my fingers slowly caress their surface, and flutter across her nipples, I could hear Diane's mixed noises of arousal, pleasure, and frustration: gasps, moans, panting, even small hiccups passed her lips as her hands tightly gripped my forearms as she tried to force my attentions where SHE wanted them.

I was too strong for her, even in her impassioned state, and didn't have any trouble resisting her efforts. Instead, I continued to focus my attention on her clitoris, deliberately taking my time about ratcheting up her excitement as slowly as I could. As I did, Holly continued HER efforts - softly sliding my erection between her lips, ever careful to keep me aroused, but not stimulating me TOO much.

I continued to monitor Diane, so that even when she started making an almost continuous whining noise, I knew that she was again getting close to a climax. This time, when she got close, I stopped what I was doing - completely. When she tried to move her hands down to her crotch, to do it herself, I took hold of her arms, preventing her from touching herself. Diane and I both heard her deep sob of aroused frustration. When she felt me lift myself up slightly, Holly readily released me from her mouth - leaving behind a coating of her saliva for use as lubrication.

Diane felt me moving over her, and opened her eyes only when she felt the tip of my erection slip between her labia to touch her opening. Her eyes held only a deep, wanton gratitude when they locked with mine. A gratitude that quickly turned into unbridled joy as she felt me press myself against her opening, then slip past the ring of her entrance. I scanned her again, then entered her in the way that her own desire told me would make her happiest: with a hard thrust of my hips, I buried myself in her in a single sudden motion, filling her completely before she fully realized that I'd moved. She literally screamed out her pleasure at what I'd done, a single deep spasm of release running through her body in response to being so suddenly and thoroughly filled.

That single spasm was enough to move her well along the path to a full orgasm - but not enough to complete it. After it had passed, she realized there wasn't going to be another, and sobbed her frustration - a cry that was quickly cut off when she felt me starting to move in her.

It took only a couple of strokes of my penis in her before she lifted her knees nearly to her chest, locking her ankles behind my back - determined not to let me escape before she found TOTAL release. The change in her position tilted her pelvis up, opening her to me completely so that I was able to enter her as deeply as possible.

Monitoring her carefully, I began pistoning in and out of her in long, steady strokes. It didn't take me long to find a rhythm that would serve both of us: fast enough that it moved me toward my own release while slow enough to keep Diane from getting there too far ahead of me.

For the next several minutes, the only noise was the liquid sounds of my hardness moving in her, and the slapping of our flesh as our coupling continued, accompanied by our labored breathing.

As my scans of Diane showed she was getting closer to her orgasm, I let my tempo increase, keeping pace with her. Finally, though, it happened: feeling myself slipping over the edge, I pressed myself into her hard and deep as I felt the first jet of my semen launch into her. That sensation was enough to finally push her over the top, as well, the first wave of her orgasm washed over her, cutting off her scream of release. Even as I felt her tightening around me, her pelvis began a series of short, rapid thrusting movements as she repeatedly impaled herself on me as my spasming penis filled her with my seed. She barely had time to draw a breath before another deep wave of release forced a high-pitched squeak past her lips. When it passed, she managed to draw a deep, ragged breath before groaning as a third, then fourth, took her over as the spasming and fluttering of her hot, wet vagina drew even more of my juices from me.

Even without scanning her, I knew that her orgasm was deep and long. Only by the end of her fifth wave of release, was I completely drained. The sensations around my manhood were more than enough to keep me hard inside her, though; and as her sixth and seventh spasms passed, I pressed myself against her, pushing against her clitoris to draw them out even longer. As the eighth left, I felt her ankles unlock from behind me before she lowered her legs to the floor. Looking down at her, I could see her all but collapse from the drain she'd just been through.

I gently pulled myself free of her, then looked over to where Holly was - only to be amazed at the sight she presented. Her eyes glazed, she was looking at us with an expression of absolute wonder - even from where I was, I could see that her breasts were hard and tight, nipples erect. Her vaginal lips were fully extended and clearly parted, glistening with a wetness that was matched by trails of her vaginal fluids that had trickled down the insides of both of her thighs.

When she realized I was looking at her, she suddenly blinked a couple of times, and said "That was the most incredible, the hottest, the sexiest thing I could ever hope to see. God! It made me SO horny!"

I grinned, and said "I can see that!"

She looked down at her breasts, then with a start, leaned forward to examine herself between her legs. A moment later, she looked up at me, and said "I didn't know I got that hot! Dammit, Mike, now I need you!"

"You're not still sore inside?" I asked, worried.

"After seeing that?! Hell, no! At least, not enough to matter. Just DO me! I don't care if you shoot or not; I don't even care how long you last - I just need you, inside me!"

With that, she quickly moved to lay down, then spread her legs in open invitation. She was so obviously aroused, so enticing, that I couldn't help but want to make love to her. I knee-walked over to her, and her lust-filled eyes never left my swaying erection. As I moved between her thighs, I told her "I'm still wet from Diane, and my cum."

Holly just looked up at me and said "I don't care. Hell, that makes it even better! Just put that thing IN me, will you?"

I moved over her, and she didn't hesitate to reach between us to take my still-slick penis in her hand and position it between her parted labia. I moved a little to get myself in position, but before I could actually move to enter her, she hunched her hips up, wrapping herself around me in a single motion - and moaning her pleasure as she did.

I followed her down as she let her hips lower again, then eased myself out of her. She was incredibly wet, and as tight as she'd been the night before; I didn't hesitate to press myself into her again accompanied by her groan of satisfaction.

Between the stimulation of her obvious enjoyment, and the feel of her around my manhood, I quickly got into the spirit of the situation and began making love to her in earnest. To my surprise, it took only a minute or so before she orgasmed - her legs quickly wrapped around my waist as she pulled me down to fill her as much as possible. Spasm after spasm wracked her young body as her vaginal walls fluttered and clenched around me. Even though I'd just finished giving everything I had to Diane, I still felt a couple of twitches in my penis as it tried to unload nonexistent semen into her.

By the time her orgasm ended, I was feeling a little bit of strain myself, and wasn't too terribly unhappy to pull out of her and lay down of the floor between her and Diane.

After a few moments, I listened to both of them start to move around before I felt them move next to me - pretty much assuming the same positions they'd had when we woke up. In one ear, I heard Holly say "Thank you, Michael. That was just what I needed!", followed by a giggle. A minute later, Diane came to life enough to tell me "That was absolutely incredible. But don't ever do it again, okay?" before releasing heavy sigh of satiation as I gave her a small hug of agreement.

We lay like that for probably an hour, or so - not fully awake, but not asleep either - happy to be with each other, and totally relaxed.

When all of us were completely awake again, and finally motivated enough to actually move, we trooped upstairs for another shower. It was a nice, loving, comfortable experience for all of us - we all washed and dried each other with plenty of kisses and caresses.

When we were done, we decided to go ahead and get dressed. Back downstairs, I saw that Holly was feeling a little sore again; Diane was plainly completely wrung out. Despite their mild protests, I went into the kitchen to make breakfast. By the time I was done, both of them had been drawn into the kitchen by the smell of bacon and cheese omelets, hash browns, and toasted English muffins. Diane set the table while Holly got us all set up with milk and orange juice; by the time they were done, I was too, and delivered the plates to the breakfast nook just as they were sitting down.

Breakfast went quickly enough, and when we were done, it didn't take much discussion to figure out what to do next: Diane loaded and started the dishwasher while Holly and I went about cleaning up the rest of the house - paying special attention to the den! - and getting the laundry done so there wasn't any evidence that anything special had gone on.

Diane finished first, of course, and had plenty of time to get some of her energy back by the time Holly and I were done. While waiting for the clothes to finish, we'd sit on the couch with her and the three of us cuddled while we watched the different New Years Day parades.

The rest of the time before Mom and Dad got home, we kept ourselves occupied pretty much as we always had - TV, videos, videogames, music, and so on. The only change was that we spent the second night together in Holly's bed, Diane and I neatly sandwiching her.

The next couple of months went by quickly. Diane came over often enough that the two of us found several opportunities to make love with each other; each time we did, it seemed like we grew that much closer to each other in the process. In between, Holly and I had plenty of chances to expand HER horizons, as well. As often as not, one or the other of us would simply take the opportunity to get the other one off orally - but if we had the time, neither of us was the slightest bit reluctant to do more.

Such was our relationship that when my birthday rolled around in April, I was awakened to the sensation of a pair of lips wrapped around my erect penis while a very talented tongue danced along its underside. Diane hadn't spent the night, so I knew that it was Holly applying her considerable skills to getting me off - something that didn't take her long, at all. Only after I'd sprayed what felt like quarts of my semen down her throat did she let my rapidly-softening erection free - and tell me "Happy Birthday, Michael!" with a big grin (and a few specks of my cum) on her face. It was one HELLUVA Monday morning wakeup call!

That evening, while we had a small birthday 'party' for me, Diane handed me a small gift as she whispered "This is just for show, Mike. I'll give you your real present this weekend!".

The next evening, I was home studying alone; Mom and Dad had gone off to some charity event or other while Holly was out on a car date with one of the guys from school. I knew who he was, approximately; Charlie Wilkins, a guy that had transferred into our school over the Christmas break. Nobody knew much else about him, other than there weren't that many guys that actually liked him - he was something of a bully, and most of us just tolerated his arrogance and big mouth. I didn't much care for her going out with him, but didn't have anything specific to say against it, either. Besides, I figured, if I tried to stop her, she'd just as likely do it anyway out of spite or something.