Dick Sucking Sisters Ch 03

***Author's Note: Continuing story of an upper-class family in 1961 taking up an old family tradition of dick-sucking between a 19 year old college boy and his twin sisters over Christmas Holiday just after their eighteenth birthday. Please read the first two chapters if you enjoy a slow build-up to heighten the excitement of their discovery***

"Hello, Jim?" Trey's mother did her best to keep the trembling feeling out of her voice.

"Well hello, Bets!" Jim sounded pleasantly surprised. "Didn't expect to hear from you until Christmas Day." His voice shifted a note. "Did you get our card? Is everything okay?"

"Oh, yes," Betsy gushed a little, reassuring her brother. "Everything's just fine." Her eyes wandered around her husband's office as she held the phone for his private line to her ear. As if the books, awards and pictures on the built-in bookshelves could help her to find the words she needed. "I guess...guess I just wanted to hear your voice."

"Well it's good to hear from you, too," Jim reclined in his high-backed leather office chair and swiveled to look out of the window from his corner office. From the 12th floor, he could look over the modest downtown area, all the way past the river and across the rolling hills of the residential neighborhoods beyond. "Something on your mind?"

"No...nothing in particular," Betsy wrestled with her conflicted feelings. "It's just with the girls turning eighteen and Trey being home from college..." There was a long pause.

"But everybody's okay?" Jim's voice sounded a little guarded.

"Well, sure," Betsy sounded distracted. "It just got me to thinking. You know....about my eighteenth and all."

"Oh," Jim's heart rate accelerated and he felt a warm flush come up his neck and into his cheeks. "Well that's only natural, I suppose." He couldn't help that the image of their old treehouse, in their parent's backyard, suddenly popped into his head.

"Is it?" Betsy thought it sounded less lighthearted coming out than she had intended. "Do you ever..." She couldn't bring herself to say it out loud.

"What...think about it?" Jim's face felt very warm and his cock began to harden in his suit pants. He spun briefly to check that his office door was fully closed. Almost no one was in the office these last few days before Christmas. None of the other partners had a reason to come in, but Jim had a filing due in the first week in January and a few of the other attorneys in the firm were also trying to wrap things up before the New Year.

"Yes," Betsy let out a small sigh. The tension hadn't left her, but it felt like just enough had escaped with that breath that she wouldn't absolutely pop with nervous energy. "Do you still think about it?"

"Well...sometimes I guess," Jim felt a little sheepish and wondered how Betsy would react if she knew that he was almost always stroking his hard dick when he replayed his favorite memories from the summer before Betsy went off to college. He struggled with a desire, to rub his stiffening cock through the thin wool fabric of his trousers, as he turned back toward the windows in his office.

"Like...often?" Betsy blushed a deep pink, grateful that Bill and Candace had taken the kids into town for lunch. She uncrossed, and then re-crossed her legs the other way, conscious of the delicious rubbing sensation it created as she did.

"Well, I guess it's natural that you're thinking about that time again, because the kids are that age now," Jim fought the image of Trey and his twin nieces doing what he and Betsy had done in the days and weeks after she turned eighteen. His cock twitched in spite of himself.

"You don't think its wrong..." Betsy reached out with her voice, hoping for reassurance. "To remember...that stuff...?" She felt like the same shy teenager, who had followed her brother up the wooden ladder to their old treehouse, for the first time that summer. Her heart pumped heavily in her chest.

"I'm not sure we can help it, Bets," Jim squeezed the head of his swollen cock through the fabric of his trousers as he stared off at the low rolling clouds that moved slowly across the horizon. "I just hope that they're good memories." He could still remember the look on Betsy's face, the day after her eighteenth birthday, when he had first pulled his already stiff cock from his underwear, as they had sat cross-legged on the rough boards of the treehouse.

"Of course," Betsy blushed again and smiled warmly, embarrassed at her reaction, even though no one was there to see it. She reached up absent-mindedly to twirl her finger in the hair over her ear. "That was such a special time," she conceded. "I guess it was foolish to think you might have forgotten."

"How could I?" Jim blurted out with a smile in his voice, more boisterously than he had intended. "I mean," he grasped at anything that would sound appropriate. "You were so lovely...and sweet about it...and everything." His voice had gotten very tender and intimate. "How could I ever forget, Bets?"

"So, it isn't weird...that I still think about it?" Betsy sounded hopeful, even as she spoke more softly than before.

"Well, if it is, then I guess we're both weird," Jim chuckled softly. "Because I do too."

"Does thinking about it..." Betsy pulled her free hand up to her forehead and tilted toward the desk, resting her elbows on the blotter and self-consciously shielding her eyes as she struggled to get the next words out.

"Excite me?" Jim finished her sentence, just as he had, many times before, while they were growing up.

"Well....yeah," Betsy's voice had lowered to a soft, heated whisper.

"Yeah, Bets....," Jim admitted, squeezing the length of his hard cock through his trousers as he said it. "It does."

"Me too," Betsy admitted softly, at once both ashamed and throbbing with excitement. She pictured her brother's long slender cock, smooth and curving upward in the heightened excitement of their first sexual experiences. She wondered if it still looked the same, more than twenty years since she'd last seen it.

"Did you just start thinking about it again...or...have you always?" Jim's voice was quieter now, more urgent. It was the same voice Betsy remembered from the times that they would sneak off alone, every chance they got.

"I always have," Betsy admitted quietly. "Every time we see you, or I...do that," she smiled bashfully, even though Jim couldn't see her. "Sometimes...when I'm alone." She sat up and squirmed uncomfortably in her husband's leather office chair.

"Oh Betsy," it was all Jim could do not to moan as he squeezed his throbbing cock through his pants. "I think about you all the time," his voice huskier. "I wish we could..."

"Do it one more time..." she smiled warmly, sure now that her brother felt exactly the same way that she did, even after all these years. "For old time's sake?" There was a teasing smile in her voice.

"Yes, Bets," Jim could feel the precum oozing from the tip of his dick as his cock twitched through his pants. His heart pounded in his chest and he felt like it was thudding in his ears, like a bass drum as a marching band went by in a parade.

Jim thought back to the Fourth of July that Summer, just weeks after his sister had turned eighteen. Jim had been standing with his friends at the parade on Main Street, when Betsy and a group of her friends had walked by. Jim had looked over at the group of girls in their summer dresses, white, pink, blue and yellow, bright against the creamy texture of their bare tanned legs and arms in the bright morning sunshine. As they passed, waving and smiling, Jim had locked eyes at the very last moment with his sister Betsy. He had been suffused with trembling heat when he saw the look of embarrassed intimacy that they'd shared, in the brief instant before her eyes dropped down, and she walked away with her friends. He knew that she was thinking about the treehouse in that moment, just as he was. "I wish we could do it again," he said softly. "I've wanted to for a long time," he admitted. "I just didn't think that you did...too."

"No," Betsy whispered. "I knew it was wrong, but...I couldn't stop thinking about it." Betsy sighed. "How much I wanted to do that for you again." She slumped back into the chair, turning back toward the window and looking over the back lawn, relieved and ashamed to have finally admitted that she still fantasized about sucking her brother's dick.

"We have Susan's family coming in for Christmas," Jim reminded her. "But maybe we could make it out there for New Year?" He sounded hopeful. It was one thing to admit that they still fantasized about having done those things, but quite another to actually go through with reliving the experience. Jim's heart was pounding in his chest and his cock was throbbing with the possibility that his sister would agree to something like that. The silence over the phone seemed to stretch out forever, even if it was only for a few moments.

"I'd love that," Betsy's voice trembled as she said it. Her heart fluttered in her chest and she could feel her pussy had become slick with anticipation. "It would be wonderful if you could come...I mean if you can make it." She felt flustered and embarrassed, tripping over the words.

"I'll talk to Susan tonight, Bets." Jim felt jittery with excitement. "I'll find a way to make it work."

"That would be wonderful," Betsy gushed. "I'll be counting the days." She sounded just like the girl who had once turned eighteen, all those years ago.

"Me too, Bets." Jim grinned. "Love you."

"Love you too!"

Betsy had barely made her way down the hall to their bedroom before she was pulling down her stockings and her damp panties to sit on the edge of the bed, her hand under her skirt and flickering through the wet folds of her pussy. A rotating collage of images came tumbling through her memory as she increased the speed and intensity of her fingers, twitching across her yearning clit, eager to be led to release.

As awkward as it had been, learning to take her brother into her mouth, her most vivid memory was the first time that she had made him cum. She had started on her knees as they had the few times before, but she had ended up laying on the rough boards of the floor, her head propped up against the wall of the small tree house, with Jim straddling her, as his hips drove his slender, curved dick into her mouth, and she struggled to keep up. She had backed up a little at a time as Jim had pushed more urgently, trying to find satisfaction in her warm, wet mouth.

Now pinned against the floor and the wall, Jim had increased the tempo of how much he was trying to plunge his cock into Betsy's mouth. When she was finally able to push Jim away to catch her breath, she had barely been able to get out the words, "Ow Jim, it's hurting the top of my mouth!" when she looked over to see a spurt of white cum jet out of the end of her brother's cock. Jim grunted as his dick was pulled too soon from the ecstasy of his sister's mouth, just as the first wave of cum started shooting out, over his sister's bare arm, and shoulder, to land on the wooden boards of the treehouse wall.

Betsy had looked on in fascination, as the tip of her brother's dick hovered, just a few inches away, and wave after wave of his cum pulsed out, finally tapering out, to drip, hot and slick, onto her bare arm. She watched Jim stagger back to rest against the far wall, his dick still twitching and a last small glob of cum oozing from the tip of his flushed pink dick, still shiny from her saliva.

Betsy swallowed, grateful to have relief from her brother's cock thrusting repeatedly into her mouth, as she stared transfixed by the sight of the pearly white cum, finally losing its balance atop the glistening head of her brother's pulsing dick, and sliding off the tip down the length of his still twitching dick. Betsy stared dumbly over at the drops of cum on her arm and the larger streams that were dripping down the rough boards of the treehouse wall beside her.

Jim came to his senses as he caught his breath, apologizing for getting his cum on her as he pulled off his t-shirt to wipe it from her arm. Luckily none had gotten on her sleeveless tennis top.

"I'm so sorry, Bets," Jim looked at her sheepishly. "I guess I just got carried away."

"It's...it's okay," Betsy had replied, still half in disbelief. "I'm sorry I couldn't keep going, but it was rubbing the top of my mouth and you were just going so fast," she explained.

"I didn't mean to," He looked into her eyes to assess how badly he had hurt or scared her. "It just felt so good like that."

"It did?" Betsy felt a strange sense of pride and accomplishment as he said it, a bit stunned that she had brought her brother all the way to the point of climax. "You really liked it?"

"Oh I loved it," Jim gushed and bent over to pick Betsy up and kissed her without even thinking about. He pulled away from the kiss, surprised that he had done it, and wrapped her up in a hug. "It was amazing, Bets," he spoke softly over her shoulder.

Betsy had been too surprised to react to her brother's kiss, and felt a little awkward that he probably hadn't remembered that she had just been sucking his dick, just before he had. But she felt a deep sigh of contentment go through her, as her body melted against the hard, lean, shirtless torso of her handsome older brother and she felt his heart thumping through his chest.

All Betsy could remember was how time had slowed, watching the first time she'd ever see a man ejaculate, her brother's long, smooth, perfect dick pulsing with the surge of the first male orgasm she'd ever witnessed. Her fingers froze in her pussy as it began to contract in spasms of shuddering pleasure, remembering that first of many times that she would bring Jim to a climax that Summer. How she had initially been horrified by the fact that he had straddled her chest, and thrust himself recklessly into her mouth, seeking that ultimate pleasure, but how the feeling had melted into pride in the hours and days that followed. How all these years later, it now seemed innocent and delicious, to remember that sweet young man, awkwardly thrusting his cock into her mouth, until she had brought him to release.

Betsy's head whipped from side to side as she rode out the throes of her orgasm, lying back on the bed. A light sheen of perspiration covered her face as she eventually came to rest, panting and smoothing her tousled hair away from her face, her legs draped carelessly, flung over the edge of the bed, her nylons and panties still pulled halfway down her thighs. She lay there for a long minute, her breathing slowing, while the tingling slowly left her jittery limbs and the memory of her brother's smooth, pink dick faded from her memory. At last she rose from the bed, to stagger toward the bathroom, straighten herself up and make herself presentable for the others when they got back from lunch.

At that same moment, halfway across the state, her brother Jim was emerging from his private washroom, still jittery from the conversation with his sister Betsy. Even after having released a hot load of cum from jerking off, right after the call, he still felt keyed up and unable to fully process that Betsy had harbored the same secret urges he had for all these years. Jim sat at his desk and tried to focus on the brief he had been working on for most of the morning. But within a few minutes, he was back in the washroom, feverishly working to release another load of cum as he imagined his sister, now older, wiser and more sophisticated than the young girl who had once learned to suck his dick, kneeling to do so again, all these years later.

Once they'd gotten home from lunch, Bill had started down the hall to his office, to make a few calls and smoke a pipe. Betsy met him in the hallway to let him know that her brother Jim and his family might be coming out to visit for New Year and ask if he needed anything as she prepared to head out to the market. Carol asked her aunt Candace if she had time to give her some beauty and makeup tips before dinner and they agreed to meet up in Carol's room once Candace had a chance to speak with their father and then freshen up. Trey and Cissy both made their way upstairs to get some downtime and rest before dinner.

Candace waved goodbye to Betsy as she walked out the kitchen door and then watched through the curtains until her sister-in-law's car pulled down the driveway. Making her way down the first floor hallway, Candace glanced up the stairs and cocked her ear before she closed Bill's office door behind her, making a show of quietly locking it as she smiled mischievously over at her brother behind his desk. Bill looked up in surprise as Candace hurried around his desk and dropped to her knees in front of his chair.

"Candy," Bill looked nervously toward the door and out the window of his office. "The kids are right upstairs and Betsy will only be gone a short time." He seemed flustered and off-balance.

"Then you better stop wasting time," she tugged at his zipper and fished for his quickly hardening cock. She pulled him to his feet and gave him a crooked smile with her eyes twinkling. "It always goes faster when you fuck my mouth." She was already stroking his dick. "Try not to mess up my hair," she winked and bent forward to take his dick into her mouth.

The anxiety about the chance of getting caught only heightened the intensity of Bill's arousal. Within moments of grabbing the back of Candy's head, he was furiously humping her mouth, conscious of the wet sucking sounds of her lips trying to maintain a tight seal and good suction as he thrust his thick pulsating cock through her hand and into her warm, soft mouth. Candace looked at once equally elegant, lovely and lasciviously submissive as she accepted her brother's dick thrusting into her mouth, fighting the urge to blink as she kept trying to look up and maintain eye contact with her brother, savoring every delicious moment of her mouth-fucking shame.

Bill couldn't resist the temptation to bend down and squeeze a handful of his sister's enticing boobs through the fabric of her blouse. Seeing Candace topless, for the first time in years the night before, had left him wishing he had taken the opportunity to grope her breasts when he had the chance. He had tried not to stare at them obviously while they had spent time at lunch, but he had been imagining her topless all afternoon and hoping he'd have at least one more chance to touch her body, roughly squeezing her luscious tits to make up for not doing so earlier.

As excited as he was, it was only a minute or so before Bill found himself shuddering with the release of a load of hot cum into his sister's eager mouth, unable to hold off a moment longer. Bill was as over-excited as he had ever been at eighteen, swept up by the fact that his sister Candace was letting him face-fuck her, in the middle of the day, with his children right upstairs.

Sitting back down in his chair, his hard dick still poking up obscenely in his lap, Bill sat there panting as he watched his sister dutifully swallow the mouthful of cum before she leaned in to suck the last small amount still oozing from his twitching dick. Candace never broke eye contact as she gently sucked the last bit of cum, from the tip of her brother's dick, taking care not to over-stimulate her brother while he recovered from his orgasm.

Still breathing heavily, Bill adjusted his hard dick back into his trousers and zipped up, running a trembling hand through his hair while his heart rate returned to normal. Candace stood up and stepped over to the small sidebar, to pour herself a small scotch. After unlocking the door, Candace settled into one of the wing-back chairs in front of the fireplace to watch her brother in feline satisfaction as she sipped her scotch.