A Rose In The Mud Pt 02

Author's note: I hadn't planned on making this story into a series, but I saw in the comments that there was interest in a second part. This sequel is for you. It's Mandi's story, the baby sister who was mentioned earlier. Here, you'll find out why Rose found Sean's comment so hilarious. Enjoy! And for all you cherished readers who dislike stories with anal scenes but read them, anyway, this one is 99.2 percent anal free... more or less.

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Returning home from a grocery and alcohol run, I pulled up next to Mandi's black primered '70-something Ford Courier pickup, a 4x4 conversion with roll bars, off-road lights, and big-ass tires that our brother Daniel built for her as a project vehicle. He's about as nutty as she is.

Rose and Mandi were sitting on the porch, drinking tea and chatting. I got out of my truck as the girls stood up and walked up to the porch rail.

"You get the booze?" Rose asked. I nodded and gave her a thumbs-up. Rose and Mandi poured their tea on the ground and put their cups on the railing. I pulled an armload of supplies from the truck and headed for the porch. Rose met me at the steps, took the packages from me and headed inside.

"Hey, Squirt," I said, holding my arms out to give Mandi a hug, "it's been a..."

Smack!

Mandi punched me hard with an overhand right, a direct hit with her boney little fist, squarely on my left nipple. I staggered back clumsily off of the steps, stumbled and nearly fell on my ass.

"What the fuck was that?" I yelled, rubbing my left pec.

"Don't be pervin' on me, motherfucker," she warned. "Next time I'll kick you in the nuts like I did Cable!" Cable is our brother, born between Rose and Daniel in our sibling lineup. I hadn't heard anything about said nut kicking, but knowing Mandi I was sure it was true.

"Damn, girl, I was only going to give my little sister a hug," I explained, still rubbing the spot where she slugged me. "I haven't seen you in ages. Can't a big brother hug his little sister?"

I could see she was thinking on it.

"Okay, Power Balls, you can hug me, but grab anything you shouldn't and your nuts are apple sauce."

Power Balls

is the nickname Mandi gave me a few years back when I won the lottery. Not the big win, mind you, but the five white balls and extra dollar kicker, which netted me a million. Minus taxes, I still ended up with a bit over $500K. I put $100K in a day trading account and the rest went toward some land, my cozy little cabin, and my truck. Half a mill goes a lot faster than you'd think.

I approached Mandi cautiously, not wanting a scrotum full of apple sauce. Two steps from the top, I stopped and reached out to give her a grandma hug, you know, the hug where you lean forward and bump collarbones with your granny. It worked out pretty well for us, considering our height differences. At six-four, I was seventeen inches taller than Mandi's petite four-eleven. Mandi was tiny, but hugging her was like putting my arms around a leather-wrapped hedgepost. I think the only possible fat on her twenty-three year old body might have been in her perky B-cup tits. She was wiry and lean, strong as hell for her ninety-three pounds, with narrow hips and a small but shapely ass. She was wearing her chestnut hair shorter, now, not quite reaching her shoulders, but her cute, freckled, girl-next-door face hadn't changed.

"You call that a hug?" she asked, pulling away and shaking her head. "No wonder you ain't married, yet. You practice and come see me next year, we'll try it again." Rose came back out and looked at us.

"So," she began, "are we unloading the truck, or what?"

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After unloading the truck and putting everything away, we all sat down together on the sofa with KFC and cold beer. Rose needed some clothing and things from her home, but didn't want to risk a run-in with her soon to be ex-husband, Bill. Mandi had gone there and brought Rose's things to her, then hung around when she heard I was out on a booze run. It was nice sitting there, having some beers with both of my sisters, mostly just listening as they laughed and carried on. A few beers became several beers, and the low sun set while we weren't paying attention. Rose and I talked Mandi into staying the night, to not risk a DUI or worse. Normally, her way was to be highly confrontational, so it was a surprise when she agreed without any yelling, flailing of arms, or violence.

"I gotta piss," Mandi announced, then got up and headed off to the bathroom. Rose grabbed me, pulled me into a scorching hot kiss. When she backed up, there was mischief in her eyes.

"Wanna have some fun with Mandi?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied, "as long as I don't get kicked in the crotch." Rose whispered her plan into my ear. Who knew my sister was such a devious, naughty little bitch?

When Mandi came back, we had already moved a couple chairs up near the coffee table.

"What's all this?" Mandi asked as she plopped back down on the couch.

"I thought us sisters might team up and kick our big brother's ass at strip poker," Rose beamed, wiggling a deck of cards in front of Mandi. People get addicted to some crazy things, and for Mandi, competition was her drug of choice. "Want to see him lose and have to parade around naked for our entertainment?" Mandi's eyes were locked on the deck of cards, unblinking.

"Hell, yeah," she breathed, "let's do this."

"Cool!" Rose exclaimed, moving quickly into her chair. "Sean, be a dear an go fetch that bottle of moonshine and one shot glass." I headed for the kitchen as she continued. "Okay, the game is five card draw, nothing wild but the players. The bet on every round is one article of clothing from each of the losers, and lost clothing stays lost. And, the person with the lowest hand in each round not only loses an article of clothing, but also has to down a shot of 'shine."

I got back with more beers, a bowl of pretzels, the moonshine and a shot glass. After getting it all placed on the table, I sat down in my chair.

"Now, one final rule," Rose said, smiling. "The touch rule is in effect until the last person is naked." Mandi and I looked at each other, puzzled.

"What the fuck's a touch rule?" Mandi asked her. "Ain't never heard of no shit like that."

Rose explained, "Basically, it's a way for someone who has already lost all their clothes to stay in the game. Okay, here's how it works. Let's say that you and Sean still have some clothing on but I'm naked. If Sean wins the hand, you lose another article of clothing but because I don't have any, Sean gets to touch me however he wants, for five minutes. I can't refuse his touches, and I can't speak. Also, however he decides to touch me, I have to accommodate him. So, if he wanted to kiss me, for example, I have to respond accordingly. I can't just sit there all limp and lifeless, or clamp my jaw shut."

"So, what if he wants to fuck you?" Mandi hollered. "You just accommodate that?"

Rose shrugged. "Sure, if that's his choice. But think about it... if he's naked and one of us wins, we could play with his cock, get him all worked up, and then leave him frustrated. That would be so hilarious. There's two of us and only one of him, sweetie. We can win this." Rose was very much aware of Mandi's competitive Achille's heel, and she worked our little sister like a boss. Mandi thought it over, took a big swig of her beer.

"Fuck it!" she bellowed. "Deal me the fuck in!"

So we played. And drank. Piece by piece, clothing began to pile up on the floor. Before long, we were all shoeless and sockless. I was bare chested, but still had on my jeans and boxers. Rose and Mandi were both down to their bra and panties. And, it seemed like Mandi had been the lowest hand more times than Rose and me combined. I won the next hand with three jacks, and Mandi was lowest, again, with a king-high flub.

"Woo-hoo!" I said, triumphant. "C'mon girls, show big brother those titties!" Rose smiled coolly, opened her bra's front fastener and slipped it casually off behind her, those magnificent tits mine to ogle. Mandi looked a little pissed and opted to down the moonshine first. Then she reached back, unfastened her bra, and hurled it in my face as hard as she could. I laughed and dropped it onto the clothing pile beside me. I didn't know if Mandi's face was red from embarrassment or rage, but I thought it was cute, either way.

"My, oh my," I said, looking from one to the other. "I always knew I had beautiful sisters, but I had no idea they were so damned sexy."

"Will somebody deal the fuckin' cards?" Mandi yelled. Rose won that round, with me shedding my jeans and Mandi coming in last, again. She slammed her cards on the table and stood up, somewhat shakily from all the shots she'd been drinking. She downed another, smacked the shot glass down hard on the table and pushed her panties off. "Go on, perv, eyeball your naked little sister!" Mandi's little body was spectacular to behold. She looked like she'd been chiseled by a Greek sculptor, every muscle defined and visible beneath a very thin layer of skin. Her abs were mesmerizing, as was her shaved pussy and smooth labia. I couldn't tear my eyes from her. Mandi dropped back down on the sofa. "Goddamn," she continued, reaching for her beer, "thirty-nine years old and you act like you ain't never seen a pussy, before. Whad'ya do, you sit out here in the woods like a fuckin' hermit and beat off all day?"

I won the next hand, Rose was low. Rose stood up, shed her panties and downed the shot. After a long, appreciative stare at Rose's snatch, I looked over at Mandi and grinned. Her eyes were defiant but I still noticed her tremble. I pointed at Rose's cellphone, she picked it up and set the timer as I went to the sofa and kneeled down in front of Mandi. She was tense and shaking, but I knew she was too proud and competitive to try and back out. For the next five minutes, her body was mine. I gently leaned her to her right, into the corner of the sofa. Moving in slowly, I placed my forehead against hers, traced my thumb softly back and forth across her lips. I slipped my hand around behind her head, cradling her head and neck as my lips found hers. She tensed at the forbidden contact, sucked in her breath. Then, remembering the rules of the game, she opened her mouth, surrendering it to me. But I didn't rush in. Instead, my kiss was loving and tender, as I caressed her cheek and throat with my thumb.

Several seconds into it, I felt my baby sister begin to respond. Soon, her tongue was playing with mine, and not long after was actually exploring my mouth. She held her breath for a few seconds when my hand trailed down and cupped her left tit. I pinched her nipple lightly, rolled it between my thumb and index finger, causing her to shudder and re-commit to her side of our kiss. I matched her zeal and we kissed like lovers, as my hands had their way with Mandi's gorgeous little titties. When my hand moved down toward her cunt, she again tensed up, made a small moan into my mouth, but observed the rules and didn't speak. I cupped my fingers over her smooth pussy mound, teased it with my fingertips. Mandi grabbed my face and sucked my tongue into her hungry mouth and thrust her hips upward against my hand. I slipped my middle finger into the slit between her pussylips, discovering that she was already quite wet. She quivered and moaned when I rubbed her clit, froze up when my finger slipped inside her. The timer went off and Mandi grabbed my wrist when I started to withdraw my finger from her, holding me there as she panted, staring lustily into my eyes.

"Time," Rose confirmed. "Mandi, it's your deal." It took a few seconds, but Mandi reluctantly released her grip on me. I won the next hand, too, with Rose holding the low cards. Mandi watched as I went to Rose's chair, leaned down and kissed her deeply. I played freely with her big, fabulous breasts, fingered her pussy, then pulled down my boxers.

"Rose," I said, husky with lust, "I want to touch your throat." Without hesitation, Rose grasped my hardening cock with both hands and sucked me into her mouth. I glanced over at Mandi to find her wide-eyed with shock. I let Rose continue her wonderful attention to my dick for a couple minutes, then looked back over at Mandi.

"Sweetie, did you start the timer?" I asked. Mandi shook her head, broke her fixation on my cock as it slid in and out of our sister's mouth. She grabbed her phone and brought up the timer.

"How long should I set it for?" she asked.

"Five minutes," I replied, "just to be sure I don't get cheated out of any time."

Rose managed a slight grin around my cock, then went after my cum with everything she had. Pumping my shaft hard and fast, she sucked my cockhead fiercely, rubbed it against the roof of her mouth while vigorously tonguing it underneath. I held onto her head to keep from losing my balance.

"Yes, baby," I groaned, "just like that. Oh, fuck! I'm gonna cum, real soon!" Rose slammed her face into my pubes, taking me down her throat. This was becoming one of her favorite techniques, and I was totally cool with it, of course. She made several little bobbing motions and I came hard, spewing my load down her throat. When she had to have air, she pulled back enough to clear me from her throat but still kept sucking me, pumping my shaft, determined to milk every drop I had to give her.

"Wha-what the fuck?" I heard Mandi say, irritated, her words beginning to slur a bit. "Are you both d-deaf? I said,

TIME!

That was totally disgusting." Rose diligently cleaned all the cum from my cock with her lips and tongue, then pulled my boxers back up. I returned to my chair. Reaching for my beer, I fumbled with it, nearly knocked it over.

"Shit," I mumbled, "how many of these did I drink already?"

"I don't know," Rose answered, "a lot. Think you can play another hand after a blowjob and a gallon of beer?"

"Oh, sure," I slurred, taking another swig and pointing at Mandi. "You're next, darling." Actually, I lost that hand, losing my boxers and ending the game. Rose reached out and grabbed my cock, wiggled it in front of Mandi.

"Doesn't our brother have a beautiful cock, Sis?" Rose asked. "C'mere and look at it." Mandi shook her head, silent as her attention was riveted to the meat in Rose's hand. I swayed drunkenly, unsteady. "Oh, shit," Rose continued, waving Mandi over, "Sean's about to go down, I think. Help me get him to the bed." With a naked sister on either side of me, we made the trip to the bedroom without anyone falling down. Mandi was seriously tipsy at that point, and I'm sure I held her up more than she did me. Although Rose's plan was for me to only act drunk, I did have a decent buzz going. Mandi, however, was feeling all that moonshine big-time. They got me to the bed and laid me out on my back.

"Listen, Mandi," Rose began, taking Mandi's face firmly in hand, "Sean is drunk as hell. We gotta take turns watching out for him, in case he pukes or has to piss. Understand what I'm saying, Sissy?" Mandi nodded. "Okay, hon, since you're already up, I'll let you take first watch. Stay here with Sean and I'll be back in a couple hours to relieve you. If you need me to help with something, just holler. I'll leave the door open." Again, Mandi nodded and Rose went out to the living room. I closed my eyes as I felt Mandi slip into the bed. She pulled up the covers and cuddled close against me.

A few minutes later, I began to breathe slow and deep, pretending to be asleep. I felt her place her hand across my chest, felt it wander slowly down across my abs. Felt it move down and take hold of my cock. I kept my breathing slow and steady. Her fingers explored my cock and balls, traced around the edge of my cockhead, squeezed me, pumped me slowly as my dick sprang to life. After a few minutes of this, she began to slow her pace, then stopped altogether. A minute later, she started to snore, still gripping my wound up penis. The sound of her snoring brought Rose in from the other room. She checked on Mandi and giggled.

"Okay, Bro," she whispered, "I think she's out for the night."

"You sure?"

Rose picked up Mandi's arm and released it. The arm fell lifelessly in the space between us. Rose pushed down the covers, rolled Mandi onto her back and pushed her legs apart. I understood the plan, but I was still somewhat reluctant about my role in it.

"Do we really need to go through with this part?" I asked. "Can't we just fake it?"

"No," Rose scolded, "we're not going to fake it. She'll know if she'd been fucked by that big cock of yours, Sean. You need to fuck the living shit out of her, load her up with all the cum she can hold, and when she wakes up tomorrow, she'll be sore as hell, on top of you with your dick still in her. Now stop stalling and get busy." As I got up to move into position, Rose lubed my cock with coconut oil from the nightstand. I leaned down and sucked on Mandi's clit, licked her pussylips as I slowly finger-fucked her cunt. She was still wet, fortunately, but I knew this was going to be a slow, difficult task. Even for one finger, her sex canal was crazy tight.

"C'mon," Rose said as she sat down on the edge of the bed next to us, "you're still stalling. She's ready enough, now stick it in her."

I moved up, lifted her spread legs up and to each side, and pressed the tip of my cock against her cunt hole. When I pushed, it failed to enter her. I grabbed my shaft just below the head and wiggled it in slow, small circles as I pressed in harder with my hips. Still nothing. I was so focused -- and buzzed -- that I hadn't noticed Rose move around behind me. Tired of waiting on me to get my cock inside our sister, Rose slammed her own body into mine. A third of my cock disappeared inside my drunk sister's pussy. The impact was so forceful that Mandi's body slid several inches up the mattress, making her head bump the headboard with a resounding thud.

"Dammit, Rose!" I hissed at her. "What the fuck was that all..." Having backed up, Rose threw her hip against my ass, again, sending my cock a little deeper. "Stop doing that, goddamn it, Rose. This shit hurts!" Mandi's petite, hairless pussy was certainly beautiful to behold, but it was designed for a much smaller dick than mine. The way it was squeezing my cock was insane. I tried to pull out, only to discover I was trapped. "Rose!" I panicked, "I'm stuck! I can't get it out of her!"

"You don't need to pull it out of her, stupid. Just start fucking her, fill her with jizz, and you'll slip right out." I tried to follow her directions, but I found myself wondering if I could even get cum to travel through my dick while it was being crushed so mercilessly. To my surprise and great relief, Rose was right. My pumping of Mandi's cunny was slow going and painful at first, but with persistence she began to loosen up. In a few minutes, the walls of her pussy had relaxed enough for me to hit bottom against her firewall as I pounded her. She was still tight as hell, but my baby sister was feeling pretty amazing, even passed out and limp. As I thrust hard and fast into her, I felt Rose reach under from behind and start fondling my balls.

"All right, girl," I huffed, sucking air, "keep it up and you're next."

"Talk is cheap, sister-fucker," was her retort. Rose moved to her back, then wriggled forward until her head was beneath my pumping cock. I felt her suck one of my balls into her mouth. The dual sensation of pussy and mouth was incredible. Without interrupting my fucking of Mandi, I continued to slam her tight twat as Rose alternated her sucking of my balls. It didn't take long. As my climax struck, I leaned forward, kissed my inebriated baby sister hotly as my cock shot a slippery load of man-juice inside her. After the last spurt signaled my task was over, I still held myself buried in my sister, as deep as her pussy could take me. Hot, slippery cum was all around my cock, and pooled up around Mandi's battered cervix. Rose continued her oral treat as I remained deep inside our sister, lovingly licking and sucking my balls for several more minutes. It was euphoric. When she finished, Rose crawled out from beneath me and lay upon me, her tits crushed against my sweaty back.