This is going to be a fun part! It's a slow burn compared to previous ones, so you might consider saving it for when you're in the mood for something a bit lengthier. The sex happens in the last third, with a lot of build-up before that. I hope you'll enjoy, and I look forward to your feedback!
All sex is between characters 18 and older. Any resemblance to real persons or events is purely coincidental.
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Chapter Nineteen
My little sister could be a little possessive at times, so it was a relief to see her welcome Penny with open arms. They shared a little hug as the teen wished my sister a happy birthday. Then, our new guest gravitated to the kitchen, particularly the drinks cabinet.
"Aren't you underage?" the judge asked. The teen bloomed before Blake added a wink. "Don't worry, it'll be our little secret."
Penny made killer cocktails; a skill she learnt working at the hotel. I didn't want to get drunk though, so I only sipped on my manhattan while keeping one eye on the ambiance.
Emily seemed remarkably calm for someone angling to start an orgy. Meanwhile, Blake had an inner-teen boy that turned her jelly around pretty girls. It was a feeling I shared, but was somewhat better at managing.
Riley started off confident. After all, she was the one who offered to 'initiate' our guest. They were two outsiders, and Riley found out about our incest when she was Penny's age. It was interesting to watch. The blondes seemed comfortable, and the teen was definitely picking up on flirtation. I imagined she might think it was Em and Riley angling for a threesome. Little did she know that everyone in the room wanted to add her to an orgy we'd been waiting for the whole week, or more.
When you start sleeping with family, things get a little crazy. You don't have to think about kids, and the bonds between you are stronger than in any other relationship. In our experience, it's led to a little nymphomania — especially in our mother.
As the oldest and wisest, our mom made Penny feel adored with her maternal tenderness. Everyone delighted in watching the two of them as the teen warmed to our mother. The idea of our Milfy mom tempting a teen into her kids' bed was exhilarating. Still, I worried that they might stumble onto the fact that Terry was at the hotel until that morning. It seemed like Penelope had already picked up on it being a taboo topic, 'cause she hadn't brought it up yet.
We learnt a little more about our visitor. Her family used to own all the land that now made up the town. Her parents passed away in a tragic climbing accident when she was still a kid. Since then, her grandparents have raised her, and she hasn't spent much time in the 'outside world.'
"So, have you met any cute boys, or girls?" Mom asked, like mothers tend to.
Penny blushed, "Well, I've never had a boyfriend... Or a girlfriend, or anything like that."
I couldn't help but think that her adding 'or a girlfriend' was responding to the sapphic couples interest in her.
"Nobody?" my mother pressed. "It's not a bad thing, Dear. My daughters had no interest in dating. When she was 22 or 23, Blake came crying to me about how she's not felt a connection with anyone. Mind you, all her friends were boys, but she never had eyes for any of them."
The little tit-bit from Mom intrigued me. I knew that Blake was relationship-averse, but never knew she confided in Mom. They didn't have the best relationship back then... Ultimately, when I left home, Blake started missing me a lot until one night we kicked things off. After that, it seemed like the only right choice — the natural thing to do. It's like all the love we felt was transformed in a split-second. We went from siblings to sibling-lovers; both fulfilling relationships, but one more complete. We found fulfilment, and built on that with Mom and Emily.
My brain lingered on pleasant memories until a tipsy teen interrupted. Penny was getting very talkative, "You know, I should meet more guys! Like, it's super sad that my first time was... Eh..."
A grin crossed my little sister's face, "Your first time was with... Your cousin or something?"
Penny drooped her head; her secret revealed. Then Blake chimed in, "Nothing wrong with that, as long as you had fun, and it's what both of you wanted."
Blake was a model for the modern woman with her status, confidence and competence. I think she was a role-model. Her words definitely comforted the teen, and they shared a moment of levity between them.
Meanwhile, I was planning a way forward. "I'm wondering if the siblings can sneak away for a bit. Is that okay with you guys?"
There was agreement around the table, and I hurried into the main bedroom. I grabbed a little jewellery box, and soon I was with my sisters on the beach.
Blake and I had scouted out a spot where the coastal foliage meets some rocks. It was a serene, spotless, bit of nature that combined a marvellous view with fresh natural aromas. Our plan had been to take our little sister there much later, but plans change. On the way, we talked about Penny and Mom and Riley... You could sense intrigue, anticipation, and arousal in all three of us, and all three of them.
When we reached the rocks, we sat down with Emily in the middle. Then I turned to her; our eyes met and so did our twinkling eyes. A second passed, then another, and a third. I put my hand on the back of her head, pulling her closer until our lips touched. Then I felt a shiver as the splash from a wave hit us and our tongues rolled together like the currents. We kissed: One... Two... Three... Four... Ten dozen seconds passed as the softness of her cheeks touched my soul. A tongue met mine, and we enjoyed a gentle union that was slow and graceful.
Emily gave me an affectionate — adoring — expression, before turning to our sister. I loved watching them; their sisterly bond made every touch seem mindful. Their kisses were a form of meditation and always brimmed with a special kind of affection. When this one ended, Em gave a big sigh and turned to watch the sea. I took her hand and Blake took her other, and for a moment, we were at peace. We languished, watching the waves and smooching once a minute for a dozen or more.
A sense of harmony descended on us, and I reached into my pocket. I produced the little jewellery box I'd retrieved earlier. It's solid dark-blue form was hiding a delicate gift; one that came straight from my heart. As I revealed it, tears were already welling up in the corners of Emily's eyes.
"Sis..." I found myself having to pause before I could continue. It was an emotional moment, "We've made no secret of the fact that we want you to always be with us. I've made no secret of how much I love you; how much I've always loved you. Each day, I feel like we get closer and closer, and I know it's the same for Blake."
My older sister picked up where I left off, her voice breaking as she did. "This life we've chosen is full of difficulties. We have to keep our secret, and there are things we might never do. Yet, there are so many things that we'd never be able to do with anyone else."
I took over again, "This ring is a symbol of our commitment to a lifelong partnership with you. It's our little way of getting married, even though we technically can't."
"To have and to hold, for better or for worse..."
As the ring was revealed, the floodgates in Emily's eyes opened. She was completely overwhelmed; reaching out to touch and hold us. Soon, the simple gold loop was around her finger as she inspected it from every angle. She was beyond happy — overjoyed if not overwhelmed. A round of sloppy kisses and tight hugs followed until we simply ended up holding one another. Hand-in-hand, us three siblings let the world pass as our hearts sang.
The burden of my secret was becoming too heavy. It would be wrong to start of the next phase of our relationship, without being open. I had to turn to my sisters and tell them about Terry's presence in town. Over the course of ten minutes, I explained the story she'd told me, and assured them that I'd banished her.
The mere mention of our aunt's name usually incited anger in my sisters, but this time it was more severe. They didn't care much for me keeping it quiet, agreeing that Mom must never find out.
Blake was especially angry. The story about 'John' struck a chord with her. "How can you do that to someone? How can you use your sister like she's spare parts, and why would she go along with it?"
Emily seemed to have some sympathy for the situation. She made a half-hearted defence of the twins, "When you're in love, you sometimes do stupid things."
