There we were, three siblings in the same room but in very different positions. On the bed sat Rebecca and me, our arms wrapped around each other's nude bodies, my dick firmly entrenched in her warm pussy, our chests heaving from our just-concluded sex session. And in the doorway stood Amy, our youngest sister, clad in T-shirt and shorts, too shocked to do anything other than stare at the two of us.
Rebecca, or Becky, and I just looked at Amy. But I was looking at her in another way. I didn't see her clothes, I didn't see her look as if she had just seen someone die. No, I saw her as a young, nubile and very naked sister. And one whom I was about to make mad, passionate love to.
As for Becky, she turned her head away, cowering in shame, whimpering and sobbing. She was ashamed to be seen naked by her sister, let alone embraced by her brother. I placed a comforting hand on her hand. "Don't worry," I said, "there's nothing to be ashamed of."
I turned to Amy. "Come here."
She shook her head, still too shocked to say anything.
I sighed. At least she hadn't run away... yet. I knew that I had to act quickly if I wanted to get her while she was still unsure of what to do. I lay Becky down on the bed and pulled out of her. She winced as my dick slid out of her wet hole. I smiled and said, "Be right back." And, to add good measure, I squeezed a nipple. I got out of bed and walked towards Amy, my limp dick hanging loosely and swinging as I moved. Her eyes were fixed on it though she was still in a state of shock.
I stood in front of her and placed both hands on her shoulders. "Look Amy," I said softly, "there's nothing to be afraid of."
She looked up at me, unsure of what to say.
I took her hand that was still covering her mouth and brought it to my dick. She gasped and took a step back. Luckily, I was still gripping her shoulder and was able to stop her from making any further sudden movements. I placed her hand on my dick and made her wrap her fingers around it. She made a noise, like a sigh.
"You like it?" I asked.
She looked at me, then at Becky, who was still lying on her bed. She had turned to her side and was watching me make Amy fondle me. She became excited and brought a hand to her freshly fucked cunt. As Amy and I watched, she began rubbing herself and squeezing the folds of her labia. Her mouth was open and we saw her start to pant.
"Looks like Becky likes what she sees," I said to Amy.
She looked at me, then down at my dick. "No!" she screamed and took her hand off it. She glared at me as if daggers were shooting out of her eyes. "We can't do this, you're my brother, for crying out loud!"
"But you just saw me with Becky and you know how much she liked it," I tried to reason.
"Yes, but..." She looked at Becky again, who now had two fingers in her pussy, which she was moving in and out of her aggressively, while her other hand squeezed one of her large breasts. I smiled at the sight. Which guy wouldn't be turned on by that? I looked at Amy. Hmm, it also seemed that no girl could resist becoming excited by my sister's masturbation.
"Amy," I said softly.
She looked at me. "No, no," she protested, "whatever you and Becky did is wrong and I won't be a part of it. I won't!" And she ran out of the room before I could stop her.
I sighed. This was going to be difficult. Amy was always a prude, even though she was a college freshman, she had resolutely refused to have sex. I don't think she even masturbated. It seemed that she subscribed to that age-old belief of sex after marriage. Well, I couldn't have that, otherwise I wouldn't be able to receive my gift from mom... which was starting to intrigue me. What did she have in mind for me? I couldn't wait to find out, and to do so, I needed to get my dick in Amy's pussy -- or any other hole.
I glanced over at Becky, who was so deep into her masturbation that she didn't know what was going on in her room any more. I shrugged, deciding to leave her alone there while I went after my target: Amy. Without bothering to put on a stitch of clothing, I walked directly to Amy's room and threw the door open. She was sitting on her bed, her legs brought up to her chest, her arms wrapped around her shins and her head resting on her knees. She was crying uncontrollably and it broke my heart. I didn't mean it to be so traumatic for her. Sex was supposed to be a wonderful, joyful experience and if I shattered that belief from her just because she had caught me with my dick in Becky's cunt, then it was up to me to change her mind.
"Amy, may I come in?" I said softly.
She turned around and glared at me. "Go away!" she screamed. "You're a disgusting man and a terrible brother! You don't deserve to be alive!"
"But Amy, c'mon," I said as I walked in.
"I said get out!" And she threw a pillow at me.
I caught it in the air and set it down by the door. "I don't want to hurt you, I just want to talk, can we do that?"
"No, because if we talk, I know you're just going to make me have sex with you. And I don't want that!"
"Do you really think that?"
"Then why aren't you wearing anything?"
I looked down at myself and realized that I was as bare as the day I was born. It suited me fine, but it made Amy visibly uncomfortable. If I wanted to approach her, I would have to play it her way for now. I looked around and saw the pillow that she had thrown at me. I picked it up, placed it against my crotch, then walked towards her. "Is that better?"
She looked at me. "Eww, now you've made my pillow nasty! You're disgusting."
I didn't say anything, but inside, I smiled, at least she had stopped screaming at me to leave. I took the opportunity to sit at her side, our hips touching each other. As I sat there, I looked over her 18-year-old body. Her shirt was form-fitting and showed off her naturally slim figure and respectably-sized 34C breasts. Behind, the roundness of her ass was showed off from the way she sat and with the tight shorts that she had on. God, she was so beautiful and seductive, it was hard to believe that she had managed to fend off any sexual advances to protect her virginity. I leaned down and saw her red eyes with tears running down the sides of her face. It hurt me. I dabbed her dry with my fingers. She looked at me and smiled, then turned away.
"We can't do this, it's wrong," she sputtered. "It's incest and we could go to jail for it."
"But nobody has to know, just you, me, Becky and..."
She turned her head slightly. "And who?"
"Mom."
She jumped and turned to face me. "What?!" she screamed. "You mean... you and... mom..."
I nodded.
"But... but... when?"
"Last night. Remember that job I had?" And I recounted my encounter in Greener's Park. I had landed the job as an escort, without realizing that my hirer was mom. That led to us going home, then my comforting her, then our unleashed sexual attraction and passion for each other. I described in extremely vivid detail what happened the entire evening. When I reached the part about undressing mom, I heard Amy take in a sharp breath. I smiled inwardly. I was getting the exact reaction that I wanted. I continued my description, making sure that I left no juicy detail out. By the time I told her about mom and me on her bed, Amy was clearly out of control. She tried to maintain some degree of composure, but from the way her breathing had quickened and her perspiration was starting to cover her smooth arms, I knew that she was very horny and excited. When I ended my story, making sure that I emphasized how much mom enjoyed my cumming in her womb, Amy's eyes had become wider than I had ever seen and her hands were trembling. I stopped talking and let my story sink in.
"You... you mean... mom liked...?" Amy stammered.
