It starts.

I came awake slowly, the wet heat and delightful roughness of some one’s tongue scrubbing across the plum sized head of my cock bringing me back from slumberland. The room was pitch black, the window shades were down and the curtains pulled, so I couldn’t see who was doing these wonderful things to my joint.

I am on summer break, home from my last year of college and sleeping in my old room. This fact cut the list of potential cocksuckers drastically. There were four of us in the house; my mom, my two sisters, both younger than my twenty-three years and me. Dad is off on a sales trip and not due back for another week.

So there were three potential suspects for my list. It might be mom if it was a really cold day in hell. There is no way that my pretty, prim and proper mother would have burrowed under the covers of my bed and started sucking my cock. I think sex to her is a pleasant duty; she most likely enjoys it once it’s underway, but not enough to initiate it.

Then there is Amy, the very image of the all American girl. Tall, smart, beautiful and willful is our Amy. We had enjoyed a hot little affair when she was eighteen that only lasted a few months. She had come to me because one of her boyfriends was really pushing her to go all the way and she didn’t want to lose her cherry to some fumbling clown on a grubby sofa in his basement apartment.

She made it a straight forward proposition; if her college jock big

Brother would teach her all about sex, and she mean all, oral, vaginal and anal, plus toys and games, then she would make herself available to me for fun and games whenever my dick and the opportunity arose, for the entire summer. Of course, being a normal, well-adjusted American boy and a protective big brother, I brushed aside her offer as that of a ditsy eighteen year old. I sat her down and promised her that I would find her little boyfriend, rip his balls off and feed them to him, thereby solving her problem. She told me I was an over-protective shit and stalked out of the room.

Later that night, around 2 a.m., she restated her proposition in terms I could understand. She restated them while stark naked, sitting Indian style between my legs, fingering her virgin pussy with one hand while giving me an absolutely superb hand job with the other. I had been asleep when she started but Mr. Johnson and I were both up when she finished.

She stuck to the terms of her proposition. I taught her everything I’d learned about sex while attending one of the nation’s premier party schools and she fucked my brains out for the whole summer.

I should say here that I didn’t need to worry about fathering a little Freddie or Freida, I had gotten snipped in my first year at college. There was no reason not to, the procedure is easily reversible now-a-days and the college offered it in the dispensary. I was actually glad to be going back to school, I needed the rest. So my mystery sucker was most likely Amy, although we had not made love since that memorable summer three years ago.

Last on my list is sweet little Lori. She is a lovely teenager and will give her older sister a run for her money in the beautiful and sexy category when she grows up. And that will be a pretty good trick since Amy had passed into Centerfold material when she was sixteen.

Lori is considerably smaller than her older sister and will never be as big a girl as Amy is. Amy is about five feet, ten inches tall and stacked. I didn’t think that Lori will ever top five foot two. And I don’t think she will be as extravagantly built as her older sister either. She takes after mom’s side of the family and I’ve been calling mom my favorite munchkin for years.

But what are the chances that Lori had developed an overwhelming urge to blow her older brother? Right, just about zero. So, mystery solved. My unknown blowjob artist has to be Amy.

I laid back and enjoyed the hot mouth working on my cock. I noticed that her style had evolved since the last time we had fucked. She was concentrating her efforts on the plum sized head of my cock, her tongue swirling around the rim and occasionally digging at the piss slit for the precum that was bubbling out of it. She was using both hands on the shaft, jacking it as she sucked. She started with both hands in the middle and slid one hand up, and the other hand down, then back again. It was a novel sensation; being jacked from the middle to both ends and back again.

It took me a long time to cum. Novel sensation or not, she was neglecting the sensitive spot at the base of the head on the bottom side of my cock and there was no deep sucking at all. I imagined her kneeling over my rigid cock, her 36Cs hanging from her chest, gently swaying as she moved, her tight round ass up in the air, waiting for me to get behind her and bury the bone deep in her belly. That mental picture did it for me; I was cumming in her mouth, my steaming hot spunk jetting to the back of her throat. I was fucking her mouth as I came, with short jabs and she was choking on me, and it was...

Wait a minute. Choking? Amy? Not very damned likely! That was the first thing she had wanted to learn and by the end of that memorable summer, she was deep throating my big rod with ease.

As my orgasm passed, I clicked on the lamp on my nightstand and looked under the covers. Lori slanted a look at me as she licked the cum off of my wilting cock and empty balls.

Oh shit!

I dropped the covers and my head fell back onto my pillow as she finished the job and planted a wet kiss on the tip of my dick. Then she crawled up my body until her head popped out from under the blanket and sprawled on my chest, looking down at me, a satisfied little smile on her face.

“Good morning, Freddie.” She said it like she hadn’t just finished sucking me off, like we were at the breakfast table or something. My jaw was flapping in the breeze, my brain in overload. She bent her head down and kissed me, her little tongue invading my mouth, searching for mine. I closed my eyes, hoping that this was a dream, and then opened them. Nope, she was still there, and delivering a pretty fucking hot kiss.

“What are you doing?” I mumbled into her mouth.

She lifted her lips from mine and giggled. “I’m kissing you, silly!” She lowered her face again, and I dodged her lips.

“Wait a minute! What’s going on? Why are you in here?”

She sighed, and rested her chin on her folded hands. “I’m not answering any questions until you kiss me like you mean it.”

“But...”

“Nope! No questions!” she said firmly.

“You can’t...”

“Nope, no questions! None!”

“Christ on a crutch!” I swore. She had me stopped. Look up stubborn in the dictionary and you’ll find Lori’s picture. I rolled my eyes in frustration and then I nodded at her.

She moved towards me again, and then we were kissing. Holy mackerel, were we kissing! I don’t know if it was natural ability or if someone had taught her how but one of Lori’s kisses could raise a woody on a dead man.

By the time that kiss was done, Mr. Johnson was standing proud, cozily ensconced between Lori’s slender thighs and my head was spinning. She drew back and looked at me, a sloe-eyed, fuck-me-now look that added a considerable amount of steel to my erect cock and strained my self-control to the limit. If she laid another one like that on me, I was a goner.

“Fuckin A!” I gasped, “Where in the hell did you learn that?”

“Amy showed me how.”

Wham! Another helping of steel for Mr. Johnson. The thought of my two beautiful sisters making out with each other ... well, that picture popped into my mind and I promptly blew a couple of circuit breakers.

“Why?”

“I know about you and Amy,” she said, quietly ignoring my question.

“What? You do? How?” My voice sounded a little shrill.

“Amy told me.”

“Oh Jesus Christ!” I moaned. “Why’d she tell you about that? What’d you do, slip her some truth serum or something?”

“No,” Lori said, “She knows about my problem and she thinks you can fix it.”

“What problem? What are you talking about?”

“I have a little problem and it’s screwing with my head.” Great. A no answer answer.

“Lori, sweetie. Start at the beginning, and tell Fweddie everything, ok? Start right at the top.” She giggled at my use of ‘Fweddie’,     she’d had a problem pronouncing her R’s when she was a toddler. Amy had picked up on it and used ‘Fweddie’ until it stuck, the little snot.

“I’m a virgin. And like Amy, I don’t want to lose it in the back seat of a car.” She sighed theatrically. “I want you to do it.”

You know when you read ‘His eyes bulged from his head’ in a lousy book and you sit there and say, ‘Yeah, right!’ because you’ve never seen it happen? Well, I’m here to tell you it happens. My eyes bulged when I heard that. I hadn’t been home in almost two years because that top-notch party school costs a fortune and the budget couldn’t really afford it. I had a good job there last year, so I had stayed and worked through both summer and winter breaks rather than come home.

Lori was now nineteen years old, so I was astounded that some random high school jock hadn’t gotten to her before now.

I flipped the blankets aside and my hands flew to her waist and hoisted her into the air as I rolled from the bed to my feet. I set her down and stared at her.

She giggled again, backed up a couple of feet and stood there in one of those model-type poses, shoulders back, boobs out, stomach in and hips canted. Gone was the young high school girl of twenty-one months ago; in her place was a lushly ripened woman who just happened to be about two months past her nineteenth birthday.

She looked like a four foot, eight inch tall version of Heidi Klum. I stood there and stared at her, my mouth hanging open again. God damn but she was a ripe little thing!

Her boobs had not one tiny bit of sag to them despite their size and her nipples were fat and plump. Her waist was tiny, my hands had almost completely encircled it when I had lifted her off me and set her on the floor. Her belly was firm and gently rounded, her navel a deep indent in the center of it. Her hips were wide but not too wide. She did not look hippy, yet you noticed them right off. Her hip bones were prominent, creating a sort of cradle of her taut belly, a cradle that I suddenly realized I wouldn’t mind being in. The mound of her sex was lightly furred and the lips of her pussy could clearly be seen, the light glittering off of the moisture trapped between them. Apparently, sucking off her big brother had aroused her.

“My God, sis!” I croaked. “You’re gorgeous!” It was obvious that my cock agreed with this assessment, it was up and hard as a brick, pointed at my baby sister and leaking precum.

Lori had been doing some staring of her own and I guess she liked what she saw. I’m three inches over six feet tall, broad shouldered and slim hipped. My stomach is flat and hard, a well-defined six-pack visible there. My ass is tight and hard, my legs long and lean. My cock is just a shade less than nine inches long and as thick as my wrist, my big, heavy balls the size of hens eggs. I must not be too scary looking as the steady procession of coeds eager to share my bed didn’t seem too put off by my mug.

She shivered as her nipples hardened into points on the tips of her ripe tits and her pussy juiced, the sight of my heavy cock turning her on. She slowly backed into the wall my room shared with Amy’s and banged it twice with her little fist. Her breasts lifted as she took a huge breath, then let it out with a shuttering sigh. She shook her head in a ‘to hell with it’ gesture, then ran at me and launched herself into my arms, her arms circling my neck, her lips finding mine.

The impact of her one hundred pound body knocked me back a step, then my hands were cradling her tight little ass and we were kissing up a storm, her tongue doing battle with mine as she wrapped her legs around me, clinging to me like a leech.

That’s when Amy ghosted into the room, her bare feet silent on the thick pile carpet, the quiet snick of the door latch announcing her presence. She leaned back against the door, a small smile on her lovely face and watched her protégé reduce her big brother to a gibbering idiot with one red-hot kiss.

When Lori finally ran out of breath and tucked her head into my shoulder, I gave Amy a goofy smile and croaked, “Hi Ames, what new?”

She laughed softly. “Lori, climb down off of him. We have to talk, and I’m sure he can’t think with you all over him like that.”

Her arms tightened rebelliously for a moment, then she heaved another huge sigh. “You,” she remarked to Amy, “take all the fun out of everything.” Then she put her nose on mine and said, “Put me down, please.” I heaved a sigh of my own, and stood her up on the bed, my arm around her hips and the rigid nipple of her left tit digging into my ear.

I looked at Amy and boy, she looked good. She was still leaning against the door, wearing one of my old high school football jerseys and nothing else. It came down to her knees and the neck hole showed her cleavage, a lot of her cleavage. She pushed off of the door and walked over to me, her unfettered breasts quivering and shaking under my shirt. Her arms wound around my neck and she whispered, “God damn but I’ve missed you, big brother!”

And then she kissed me, her lips hot and demanding, her tongue in my mouth, stiff nippled breasts grinding into my chest. I think my cock must have grown another inch or two during that sizzling kiss because the blood loss made me dizzy.

She broke our kiss and I gasped breathlessly, “Jesus Amy, what the hell is going around here? First you sic Lori on me and then you show up and kiss me like I’m the condemned man or something...”

She put her fingers on my lips; shushing me and said, “Calm down, Fweddie, calm down. We’ll explain everything to you.” She wiggled again, grinding those centerfold knockers of hers into my chest and then stepped back, her hands drifting down my chest, her nails raking lightly through the hair there. “You’ve filled out, Bro,” she said and her hands dropped to my cock, her cool hands wrapping around my turgidly erect rod. “Mmm, you filled out everywhere!”

Beside me, Lori ground her ripe boob in my ear. I looked up at her and she was staring at Amy’s hands slowly jacking my cock. Almost to herself, she said, “Fuckin’ A, that’s hot!”

I stepped back from my two apparently lust crazed sisters and snapped, “Somebody better start talking, right now! Or I’m gonna tan some hides!” I kept my voice down. Even though my parent’s bedroom is on the other side of the house and one floor down, I didn’t want to have to explain to mom why all of her kids were in my room, two of them naked as jaybirds.