A Tail Of Two Sisters Pt 01

Disclaimer: Although inspired from real life events, this is essentially a fictional story. All characters are 18 years old or older.

Part 1: Mark

My name is Anna. In the fall of last year, I moved from the suburbs of Seattle, Washington, to the suburbs of Los Angeles, California, and I enrolled at UCLA. Finally, I had moved out from my parents' house. I was living in a shared apartment, had a roommate, Paula, and studying social sciences. I was now a second-year college student. All was going great: classes were interesting, assignments annoying, but had to be done. Usually, I had lectures in the morning, then in the afternoon I was used to go to a coffee place to revise some notes while sipping a coffee and chill at the same time. The time with Paula, the weekends especially, was so good. We got along really well. But this is not about Paula.

One afternoon, while working on an essay, some guy asked if I would mind if he sat at the same table as me. Without even looking away from my laptop screen, I said "Of course!"

"Here, this is for you." he said, offering me a cup of coffee. I later realized he had written "Thanks!", his phone number, and signed Mark on it.

"Why is this?"

"Just to thank you for your kindness. This place is so busy, and I am in the need to sit and take my time to sip my coffee!"

"Would you mind disposing of my cup when you leave? I got to go urgently", he said after receiving a text message, and left all of a sudden. When I picked it up, I found out his name and his phone number.

A few days later I texted him and we went on a real coffee date. I like coffee dates. They are the perfect, non-compromising way to start knowing somebody. Besides, it was also the way I met Paula and found a room in her apartment. Mark and I hit it off immediately and from that time on we were inseparable, had a great time and great sex. Paula could testify that.

I went through our story so far real quick, but there are a lot of events that happened, which are less relevant right now. Paula could testify also that.

After a few weeks, we, well, I decided that Mark was the right guy, and it was about time to introduce him to my family. So, I phoned my mom, booked all needed reservations, and for Thanksgiving we would have travelled back to suburban Seattle.

I also sent a message to my schoolfriend Alex, hoping for her to be around.

Sorry, Banana, will be visiting my dad in Portland.

Banana is her nickname for me, because she found funny the alliteration. Let's leave it at that.

Never mind, we will see each other another time, maybe in LA

I messaged back.

Mom and dad came to the airport to pick us up. To my surprise they were both very in-tune with Mark from the very first instant they met him. Was this a good sign?

When my dad parked on the driveway, I was so happy to be back in familiar grounds, with someone I really liked. We entered the house and I headed for my old room with my backpack on my shoulders. I had assumed that Mark would have slept in my sisters' room, however, mom shouted from the living room: "April is coming too for the weekend, so you two have to share your room. Hope you don't mind." I wasn't too surprised of hearing that my older sister would have joined; after all, I was bringing home my boyfriend. "Ok, we can work it out!" I replied. Even though we had done it many times before, I wasn't too happy to share my bed with April, but then I didn't want to create any friction and I didn't complain.

I indicated Mark to follow me, and let him in my room, while I went to April's. In this way we would have shared hers, rather than mine, and Mark would be in mine.

My room was still the same: same posters on the walls, the usual books on the bookshelf, my desk, with still the same lamp on it. And the bottom drawer still closed, the key safely on my keyring. I didn't keep many secrets in there, only a few memories that I didn't want to lose, and some personal items I didn't want anyone to know about.

That evening we had a light dinner, with the usual light chatter, my parents trying hard and succeeding in making Mark feel very comfortable. Then we moved to the living room and the TV was on. I am not sure what it was showing, as I was deep immersed in my little happy place; nevertheless, I did have the feeling that the evening was going well. At some point my parents said goodnight and retreated to their bedroom. Mark and I decided to follow suit. Mark was about to close the door to my bedroom, when I sneaked in. Naughty me, I had already disobeyed my mom wishes; hopefully she wouldn't find out.

"So, what do you think?", I asked him.

"About what? You have to be a little more specific. Here all seems to be wonderful. Honestly, even though you assured me that your parents were very open-minded, I didn't expect such a warm treatment."

"I find it a little odd too, but what can I do. Let's take it. Oh, one thing... let's behave, ok?"

"Again, don't be too cryptic. I am a man after all, so you have to spell it out for me, especially at this time at night, when I am so tired that I could fall asleep while standing on one leg."

"You know what I mean", I said with a grin on my face "I am supposed to be in April's room, so, no noise, no sex. I would feel very embarrassed, if my parent would hear us..." I said matter-of-factly, then I added: "However, they will be going out early tomorrow morning to go to a local market just outside town and, you know, one can get the best deals early in the morning. So, tomorrow morning we could..." and I put my hand under is shirt and caressed his rippled abs, then moved it up to find his pecs, searched his nipples and titillated them; I knew he was loving it.

"You little devil!" he said, letting out a little moan, closing his eyes and enjoying my fingers playing with his nipples, which were hardening under my touch.

"But what about your sister? Is she not supposed to share with you?"

"Knowing April, she won't arrive before lunch, so I wouldn't worry about her."

April lived in a condo in a nearby town. She is two years older than me and works for a tech company. In the Seattle area everybody seemed to work for tech or computer companies, aeronautics or coffee chains. Go figure!

"Hmm, ok then! I promise I'll behave" and he gave me a gentle peck on the lips.

We did carry on with small talk and light flirting for a few more minutes, then we got changed into our pjs and climbed into bed. After a few cuddles I went to the bathroom, which is just next to mine and my sister's bedroom, my parents' have an on suite, and got ready for the night. Mark did the same after me.

In bed, we cuddled a little more, and went a little further into full foreplay, my hands grabbing and tugging Mark's cock, while his hand massaged my pussy. We realized we were getting aroused and that the point of no return was approaching fast. With much regret, we decided to stop and try to sleep. Mark spooned me, his body pressed against mine, his hard cock pressing on my ass with every breath, his hands cupping my breasts. I have a full A cup which grows to a tiny B cup when my breasts swell during my period. He likes it because his hands can cup my breasts fully, his fingers resting lightly on my perky nipples. He rested his nose on my neck, gave me a goodnight kiss and he was soon out for the night. I closed my eyes and fell asleep too, while enjoying the feeling of having my man holding me and stimulating me at the same time.

The morning after, we woke up pretty late. We were both very horny and we wanted to do only one thing... fuck each other in my bed, in my bedroom, at my parents' house. I was sure my parents had gone out already, but I went out of my room and looked around the house.

They had gone and April had yet to arrive, so I went back to my room. I climbed on top of Mark. I started kissing and biting his neck. He did kiss back my neck, his hands wondering on my back, going from my shoulders down to my ass, spreading and squeezing my ass cheeks. I was feeling both my pussy and my asshole slightly pulling open with each spreading of my ass cheeks. I could feel his cock getting hard while I was grinding my crotch against it, my clit starting to plump up, my pussy getting wet and on fire. Soon I took off my top and removed his. He grabbed my tits, squeezed them, fondled them, sucked on my nipples. All of this was getting him as harder as I never felt him before, and me so wet that my pjs' bottoms were almost soaked with my pussy juices. I took his hands off my breasts and locked them over his head, while kissing his neck, then down to his chest. I took his nipples in my mouth, one at a time, and suck on them, then I moved down to his abs. I grabbed the hem of his boxers with my teeth and removed them to show his cock erected in its full glory. I did take is cock in my hands, dripped some saliva on it and started stroking it. I felt it growing harder, the veins of its shaft contrasting with the smoothness of its head. Then I gave it a few long licks from as far down as I could, as close as possible to his asshole, all the way up to its tip. I took it in my mouth and sucked it, while moving my hand up and down slowly. I stimulated the back of its head with my tongue. I was enjoying blowing him, until I felt the first big jolt of a cock ready to fuck.

"Ohhh, stop, or I will blow into your mouth. I want to keep this on going for longer." Mark said.

I knew he liked edging. He was really enjoying the moment, but I wanted more, my pussy wanted more. I stopped blowing him, I took off my very dump pjs' bottoms, and smothered them on his face and nose, so that he could smell the intoxicating scent of my sex. Then I tossed them on the floor and moved up, sitting on his chest, my pussy just in front of his mouth.

"Eat me out!" I ordered him, and moved as forward as I could.

I soon felt his tongue running wild across the top of my pussy, and his chin parting my outer labia and brushing the internal ones. His tongue went along my clit's hood, then under it, finding the engorged flesh. I was feeling moister by the second, his tongue insisting on my clit, his hands now raised to cup my breasts and playing with my nipples. I felt a warm flow of juices going towards his chin. A wave of shivers going through me, I arched my back and suffocated a moan while biting my lips. I just had my first orgasm of the day!

After regaining my senses, my lips found his mouth which tasted of me and we kissed savagely for a few seconds.

After a couple of deep breaths, I straddle him and poised his cock to the entrance of my now extremely wet pussy. Rather than letting him in, I ground my clit on his cock a few times. Then I sat on him, my pussy stretched and my labia minora hugged him. He was in me. I felt like possessed and started riding him. He had his hands on my sides, on my breasts, over my clit. We kept pumping each other rhythmically at first. Then, when the arousal was getting more and more intense, our movements became erratic, our breathing heavier and heavier, our moaning louder and louder. I could feel my pussy's insides clenching on his beautifully hard cock, I could feel his cock pulse in me while my pussy was clenching even harder. Soon, I arched my back and felt him so deep inside me, a lightning bolt going through my whole body, from my head to my nipples, my stomach, my pussy. I couldn't hear anything anymore, I couldn't breathe anymore, I... I... let out a huge scream and had the strongest orgasm yet. After a few moments in which I felt like time had stopped, I collapsed on Mark who was still hard inside me, but had stopped moving, so to give me to chance to enjoy my orgasm the way I wanted it. After I regained conscience, he looked at me with a smirk and said: "And we said we had to be quiet!"

"Oh, shut up, my parents are not here anyway, and I can be as loud as I want!" Then, I added: "Now it's your turn!"

"To get loud?" he asked back.

"No, to cum, you idiot! I am so horny and I am now so worn out that I am not sure for how long I can keep your cock in me."

"Would you like me to pull out and finish me in a different way? If so, you have to lift off me..."

"No way", I interrupted him, "I want you to come inside me and fill me up completely! And make me cum again".

"But you just said you couldn't bare it anymore...", he said, while I started to move again, his cock sliding a little in and out of me.

"Let me fuck you...", I said. I was still on top of him, so I was in control. The few minutes of rest had reignited my arousal, my pussy was clenching his cock again. I rode him for a while, then we moved so that he was now on top of me. Putting his hands under my knees, he lifted up my legs, and started pumping his cock on me. My breathing got heavy again, my pussy clenched his cock at every trust in and released it at every trust out. I was again on the verge of an orgasm. I could feel it building from my pussy and up through my body. Yet again, the world seemed to disappear and I screamed loudly again. This time, however, his moaning and screams echoed mine. I felt his cock pulsing and releasing one, two, three times, and my pussy filled with his semen. This time Mark collapsed on me, burying his head between my neck, my shoulder and the pillow. After a few seconds, I felt his cock getting softer and leaving the warm stickiness of my pussy. He rolled on his side and took a deep breath. "Oh, gosh, you are incredible!" he said.

"And so are you!", I replied. We stayed there, hand in hand, eyes closed for a few moments. Soon I was feeling the stickiness inside me starting to find its way out, so it was time for me to go the bathroom. I quickly put on my dressing gown, without tying it, opened the door and...

"Hello sis!", I found my sister April in the corridor! I felt my face turning bright red. Instinctively, I turned back and closed the door; after all Mark was still lying on the top of my bed, naked, sweaty and fucked out. Then I turned back to face April; the sudden motion had let open my gown on the front. I was all exposed in front of her. She looked at my nakedness, then all of a sudden, she put her left hand on my mouth and cupped my groin with the right.

"Sis, you are about to drip... stuff... You don't want to drip it on the carpet!", she whispered. "Let's go to the bathroom and sort you out.", she added.

"Mom might notice!" she continued, with a naughty expression on her face.

I almost froze at her moves. My sister had always been a little more open minded and adventurous than me, teased me a lot, sometime in a very naughty way. But it normally stopped at that, she never went as far as touching me so inappropriately. She could do whatever she wanted in her private life: it was none of my business. However, this was definitely too far, I thought, and it was wrong.

In any event, I did as I was told. We walked the few steps to the bathroom, my sister cupping my dripping wet hot pussy. The palm of her hand was, purposely or not, pushing on my clit, her fingers brushing my labia and clenching them shut. I was embarrassed, but also feeling excitement growing fast inside me. As soon as we entered the bathroom, she sat me on the edge of the toilet, turned around and closed the door.

"So", she said, "have we had some fun lately? I heard you guys, so I am sure you did!"

I couldn't speak.

"And look at you: you look like a typical after raunchy fuck mess! Or am I wrong?"

She put her hands on my knees and spread wide my legs. She stared at my groin: my pubes were all covered in body fluids, my clit was engorged; my spread labia let show a red and wet pussy, which was now starting to leak even more juices along my inner thighs and down towards my rosebud. April put her hand back on my pussy, locked her eyes to mine, then we both looked down at my groin. Her hand was caressing my pubes at first, then moved down to brush and circle around my clit a few times. Finally, she inserted two fingers in me and eased out the mix of my juices and Mark's cum, which dripped on the floor. The idea of her fingers in me was wrong, the feeling of them was pleasurable though. I couldn't believe what was happening. She didn't finger fuck me: after a few strokes, she took her fingers out, caressed my pussy lips, brought them to her mouth and licked them clean.

"This is real heavenly nectar, sis! You taste good! You should try it yourself. Or maybe you have already?" she said, sinking her two fingers in my pussy again, taking them out and approaching them to my lips. I could smell my own sex on them. I opened my mouth and let her fingers in, sucked them, cleaned them.

"Well done, sis! You little perv. You know what I would really like to do now? I would like to taste the real thing!", she said, looking at me with a challenging and naughty frown on her face.

"What do you mean?", I could finally speak again.

"I mean what I said...", she continued. "I wouldn't mind to taste the real thing."

She smiled enigmatically, then she turned around and left the bathroom.

I must admit, I was shocked at April's behavior, and uncomfortable with what she had done to me, or with me. At the same time, I was feeling my body tingling and started to be aroused again. Aroused by my sister touching me? It was wrong.

I was trying to reflect on the events, when a few moments later Mark appeared. Apparently, April told him I needed him in the bathroom.

I didn't, I couldn't tell him what had just happened. I was in a state of both shock and arousal. I couldn't believe what April had just done and, at the same time, her actions excited me to a very deep level.

Trying to brush the thoughts away, I could only say: "Should we shower?".

I dropped my gown to the floor. Mark did the same and we soon were under the warm water jets.

The shower screens fogged up pretty quickly, and so did the whole wall mirror. Mark lathered me, his hands massaging my neck, then my shoulders, moving on to my collarbones, then over my breasts, where his fingers had some fun circling over my areolas and lightly pinching my nipples. Then he moved to my stomach, my groin, very quickly over my clit, then my labia. While kneeling behind me, he went all along the front of my legs. He kissed my butt cheeks. Still kneeled, he went up along the back of my legs, spread my ass cheeks, getting a good view of my asshole, I am sure. Then up my spine to my neck. He was standing again behind me, when he put some pressure on my shoulders. My legs gave in and I was soon in a squatting position. His hand moved down from my neck, along my spine, on to the crack of my butt, and followed it to my little hole; his finger doing a circular motion and trying to find its way in. At that point, I turned my had to him, grabbed his wrist with my hand, and said: "Sorry, not that now." I always enjoyed that kind of attention and I am not sure why I stopped him.

"Anyway, your turn!"

He complied without saying a word. We stood up and this time it was me lathering him, massaging his neck, his collarbones, playing with his nipples, his abs. I finally got to his groin, grabbed is cock with my right hand, cupped his balls with my left, and started stroking and massaging him. I kissed the back of his neck, while my hard nipples pressed against his back. He was enjoying it, I could tell. Then, after I got him really hard, my hands moved to his shoulders. I am cruel, I know, but I let go of him when he was edging again. As a scene already seen, I pressed gently on his shoulders: it was his turn to go into a squatting position and my right index finger to explore his little hole. I circled around it and put some gentle pressure on it a few times, my finger starting to ease in, Mark tossing his head back. It was a magical moment for him and then...