Please read the first and second story, as this is a continuing storyline. I appreciate all the feedback I received. Based on some of them, I am going to preface this one by saying that if sexual acts that are, shall we say, beyond reality, aren't up your alley, don't bother going further. This is a purposely over the top story, since that is what I want to write :) I decided to try other avenues in this one, so I understand if some don't dig it. Fear not, it will continue back down other paths soon. Enjoy, and keep the feedback coming! And here are our players:
Mother, 43: Danni Ashe
Oldest sister Shyla, 25: Shyla Stylez
Younger sister Lindsey, 20: Lindsey Lohan (Mean Girls Era)
Youngest sister Bryce, 19: Bryce Dallas Howard
When I woke up, it was dark in my mother's room. I must have slept the afternoon away. Mom was still in my arms, naked and sleeping. But Bryce was gone. I got worried and gingerly removed myself from my mother and went to look for my sister. I eventually found her in her room. She was crying! I came in, took her in my arms, and held her.
"Oh, Mark. I know I'm being silly, but I can't help it. I came home and heard mom screaming. It was so hot. But when we were all lying there, I started feeling like I was losing you. And Shyla will be home soon-"She started sobbing at this. I stroked her hair and held her tight. "-I can't compete with her! Guys get hard when she walks into the room!"
I was so surprised at her insecurity. Not but a few hours earlier she confidently strode into the room where my mother and I had just had explosive sex, and then ate my cum off my mother's breasts. What I saw here though, reminded me of the sister I used to know. Shy, sweet, and vulnerable. I pulled her back on the bed and lay down, resting her head on my chest, and continued to stroke her soft red hair.
"Hush now. Yes, you are being silly. You do know that my feelings for you have way more to them than sex, right?" She sniffed, but didn't speak. "So you remember when I was last home, and Shyla drug us out to that club? I made sure to sneak you in. And who did I dance with almost all night? Was it Shyla in her tank top and skin tight jeans? No, it was my favorite sister. The one I made sure to dance every slow dance with."
"You probably just felt sorry for me." She muttered into my chest.
"Ok, do you know how many times I have talked to Lindsey and Shyla on the phone in the last two years?" I felt her shrug. "Four each. For both Christmases and Birthdays that have passed. That's it."
"Really?"
"Yep." I knew that would mean something. Bryce and I had talked weekly. Not including regular emails and text messages. "And you know there are tons of other things that show which of you I love the most." I felt new tears leave her eyes and moisten my chest. I decided to switch tactics. Bryce was plenty smart enough to logically figure things out. She wasn't thinking with her head, she was worrying from her heart. So I had to put that at ease.
I gently pushed her off and got up. A worried look crossed my sister's tear streaked face, thinking I was leaving but I didn't. I grabbed her legs and gently slid her down the bed, pulling them apart, until her cut little ass rested at the edge. Then I knelt between her legs and began kissing and lightly licking along the length of one milky thigh. I moved very slowly, switching back and forth between her thighs, moving towards her pussy. I finally reached my goal. Her pretty pink pussy was opening for me, just starting to moisten.
I kissed her lips gently, and she moaned. I kissed more and more and began to slowly and softly lick. I felt her hands on my head begin to stroke my hair as I continued to work my lips and tongue around her increasingly moist lips, occasionally working my tongue into her pussy. I did this ever so slowly. I didn't want this to be the race to massive orgasms that sex usually was around me.
I could feel her excitement building. Several times I would pull back or slow down if I felt her get close to release. I teased and tickled her most intimate of places. Building her higher and filling her with intimacy, not lust. Her hips slowly worked, up and down back and forth. Her hands gently increased pressure, pulling me in. She moaned and purred the whole time. I would hear her say my name both lovingly and also begging for more. I eventually began to tease her clit. While not huge, it was still prominent. I licked and nibbled at the hard bud, between manipulations of her lips and kisses on her thighs.
I decided to bring her over the top. With one hand I began working on her moist hole while my mouth concentrated on her clit. Her hips started bucking, and she pulled me in hard.
"Oooooh Mmmmmaaarrrrrrk!" she moaned, gushing juices over my face and fingers.
I let her come down from her orgasm, before moving up, and pulling her back fully onto the bed. I looked down into her face she looked back, eyes wide and expectant.
"Bryce, I love you. And to prove that, I am going to do something I have never done." I kissed her softly. "I am going to make love to you."
"But you-"
"I said, make love, not fuck."
She looked back at me, realization dawning on her face. It flushed, and then her eyes welled with tears. I pressed myself into her. It wasn't the pounding forcefulness that was normal. It was slow and gentle. I slid in inch by inch until nudged up against her cervix, and then I eased back out. My penetration wasn't my focus. I was intent on caressing and kissing her. Feeling every part of her body. Lightly nursing on her breasts, caressing her torso and hips, and making love to her mouth.
On and on it went. Time ceased to mean anything. I didn't even think about myself. I just thrilled at watching her orgasm. Because of that, my own orgasm snuck up on me. I began to feel the tingle in my balls that signaled my own release. Rather than stave it off, I let it build. Bryce could feel my cock swell, and her eyes widened. But I didn't ram home, I simply continued to slide in and out, until I unleashed. And I didn't pull out. I let my balls unload, inside my sweet sister.
"Uh, God I love you Bryce" I moaned into her ear. I could feel the flood my own load mixing with her hers. She drew me in so tightly, I could hardly breathe. Her legs wrapped around me as we both quivered together. She buried her face into my shoulder and cried more.
As we came down from out emotional high, I heard crying from the doorway. Not the crying of sadness, but someone crying with joy.
"My babies! That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." Came my mother's voice from behind us. I didn't bother to turn and look. I just remained clutching my sister as did she.
"Come down and have dinner when you feel up to it." Mom said, and then she went downstairs.
Bryce and I lay there for a while. She continued to clutch at me, shivering every now and then. I finally pushed myself up and looked down at her glowing face.
