Matt & Lisa at School

(If you haven't already, please read

Matt and Lisa at School – Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 and Part 5

. This will make much more sense if you do. There is also more detailed family background in

A Family New Year's Eve

series

and

A Surprise Visit.

)

Parents Weekend – Friday

The Bell Captain decided he didn't really want to know what was going on with the three students he was showing around the Presidential Suite. They were all extremely polite as he pointed out the different features in the three bedrooms and the large living/dining room area. But he still felt a little uneasy. Maybe it was the way they were dressed – the tall, good looking boy was in jeans, a black T-shirt and sandals and the girls were in matching denim miniskirts and black halter tops. Perhaps it was that the only luggage they brought were the backpacks they casually slung onto the dining table as they walked by. Probably it was the $200 that his friend Anthony from Room Service had slipped him that morning with the promise of the same at the end of their

untroubled

stay.

Whatever. They seemed nice enough and, if nothing else, the two young ladies were the best eye candy he'd seen up close in a very long time. And they didn't seem to be all that modest, either. When the Asian girl bent over to look at the bar, well that was some tasty looking ass staring him in the face. His old cock hadn't reacted to anything in a long time but it did today!

He realized the boy was talking and extending his hand towards him. His old eyes lit up again as he saw the $50 bill. "Thank you very much, sir. Please call Bell Service for any thing you might require…anytime, day or night." By the time he got to the door, held open by the smiling Chinese girl, the boy was digging into his backpack and the white girl was on the phone with Room Service. He closed the door softly on his way out.

Matt was feeling great! He had been anticipating this family reunion for weeks – it had been way too long since they had all been together and he knew, both from long talks with his dad and discussions with Uncle David, that he needed to exert his

special influence

on at least a semi-regular basis to stay effective. And he missed his mom, Laurie, a lot.

He found the baggie he'd been rooting around for and tossed it to his beautiful twenty year-old sister. "Start rolling, gorgeous…it's the weekend – let's get high!" Lisa giggled and unfurled the bag. "And you,

Mai Ling,

get your little ass over here, now." His sister's giggling stopped as soon as she heard the change in his voice. Margie heard it as well and she was beside her

Master

in the blink of an eye.

Matt had been observing his fiancé and thought he'd noticed an increased interest in punishment and pain. (Not that he had caused her any real pain…just little bites and pinches that were harder than his sister could ever tolerate pleasurably.) He thought if it was true, he should probably talk to his mother about it. But in the meantime, dropping immediately into his

alpha

-voice, he said, "Bend over,

slut

. Grab your ankles."

Margie gasped as her head dropped down between her legs and her fingers found her slim, sexy ankles. She felt his long fingers on the perfect curves of her ass, naked but for the string of her thong between her firm cheeks. Then

WHACK!!!!

"Unnnggghhh….mmmmmfffffffff…" Margie bit her lip to keep from screaming when his hand landed flat against her smooth cheek. The slap was so sudden, it surprised more than hurt her…until her smooth golden skin started to burn. Her knees were shaking and when he moved his hand and his finger found her wet slit, her embarrassment excited her even more.

"Who owns this ass,

slut

?" Matt's voice stayed the same as he rubbed his fingers lightly over the reddening flesh.

Her voice barely a whisper, she answered, "You do,

Master.

"

WHACK!!!!

"Oh, God, Matty…uuuuunggghhhhh…" It was hard to breath as she felt the burn spread in her other cheek.

"I don't remember telling you to show it to that nice old man, do you?"

Margie hesitated for just a second before she felt his hand lift up high in the air. "No,

Master

," she managed to blurt out.

Matt grinned above her. He wasn't going to hit her again anyway, but he could certainly sense her growing excitement. His fingers moved gently over her ass as they searched for her wet slit. When he found it, he sank two long fingers into the hot, wet velvet of her tight cunt. He churned them around her wet walls and then slowly withdrew them. Margie moaned, suddenly feeling empty.

"Oh Oh OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" The breath rushed out of her mouth as Matt's fingers found her little dark-pink puckered hole and immediately slid into her, just past her tight, clenching asshole. As soon as her sphincter relaxed, he pulled them out.

"Stand up,

slut

," he said with the same flat, compelling voice. His fingertips found her mouth and she cleaned them with her tongue, her cunt juice leaking down her inner thigh. He took her chin and looked deeply into her beautiful almond-shaped eyes…

God, he loved this girl

!..."Don't do that without being told, darling." He brought his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply and lovingly. When Margie responded by lifting her shapely, athletic leg to his hip, Matt broke their soul-kiss and backed away.

"That joint finished, sis?" Lisa slid one of the joints she rolled over the smooth tabletop to her brother. Matt smiled at her and moved over to one of the couches. He lit the tip of the powerful smoke and then passed it to Margie, who was now kneeling before him on the thick, soft carpeting. When she finished taking a hit, she gave it to Lisa who had moved next to her on the floor. The twenty year-old college senior took her own deep hit as she looked wide-eyed back and forth between her brother and their lover. A smile lit her

Cover Girl

face as she leaned forward to give the joint back to her little brother. Instead of sitting back down, though, Lisa's hands found the button at the waist of his jeans and the zipper just below that.

Margie gasped at her roommate's bold action. She could feel her nipples rubbing against the halter, getting harder and longer. Matt just smiled and groaned a little when his sister pulled his soft, thick cock out of his pants. He took another hit of the joint and put it out in the ashtray on the end table. He held the smoke in as he felt the unmistakable sensation between his spread legs. His sexy older sister was trying to stuff as much of his soft cock in her mouth as she could. Matt pulled Margie up to the couch and he kissed his fiancé, exhaling the smoke gently into her open mouth.

Lisa was totally creaming her little thong panties. Of every sensual, sexual experience she had ever had with her younger brother, she had always loved taking all of him in her mouth. She thought back to one of the first times…on vacation at Disney World…the memory was making her heart beat faster and her cunt walls very moist. Now she had him in position to try something new, something she'd read about on the 'net. As she stuffed more of his soft thickness into her hungry mouth, she started to swallow, letting her throat muscles draw him deeper. She was truly eating her brother's cock, and the realization was making her cunt cream and her nipples elongate, pushing out through the soft halter top covering her.

"Fuck me, sis!" Matt groaned as he felt himself being pulled into Lisa's tight throat. "Jesus

fucking

Christ!" he tried to stifle his scream as her throat muscles continued to pull and massage his lengthy shaft. "When the fuck did you learn that one, babycakes?" As much as he was enjoying his sister's new-found talent, the young man was determined to save himself for later…momma was gonna be there soon…and he slowly and carefully pulled his stiffening cock back out of her mouth.

"Lisa, that was…I don't know…I can't really describe it. All I know is that you need to teach that to Margie right away." Matt was still reeling from the exquisite sensations he'd felt in his sister's mouth and throat. "Fuck, ladies…" he kissed his sister and then his fiancée, "I can get a $1000 for a blowjob like that…" The girls were giggling at his great enthusiasm and playing with his throbbing cock when they all heard a knock at the door.

"Room service."

Lisa's eyes widened as she recognized her friend Anthony's voice from outside the room. She looked at her brother with a big grin. "Matty, may I…" she stopped and glanced at her Chinese double, "may we…entertain my friend, Anthony? He's the one…"

Matt cut her off with a smile in his voice. "Of course, baby. Didn't I tell you Uncle David mentioned him when he and Dad called?" By the time Matt finished speaking, Lisa was at the door and Margie had tucked his cock back into his jeans and zipped him up.

The tall, well-built but balding African-American man rolled a cart holding a wine bucket and several glasses into the large suite. His smile was warm and friendly as greeted his favorite guest. "Miss Lisa, it is so good to see you again. You are more beautiful than I remembered, honey." He opened his arms and the hottest coed he's ever known stepped right into them, pressing her firm twenty year-old 34B tits right into his stomach. She put her hand on his neck and brought his mouth down to hers.

"I missed you too, lover." She breathed it more than said it before their lips met and their tongues touched. Before she became completely lost in his hungry,

very

experienced kiss, Lisa pulled back and then turned him towards the couch. "Anthony, I want you to meet my brother, Matt, and his fiancée, Margie."

Matt and Margie stood to greet the Room Service guy they had heard so much about. Anthony walked over, his hand extended towards the young man. "Hello, Matt. I'm pleased to meet you. Your Uncle David has told me so much about you, I feel I know you already." Matt smiled warmly back at the middle-aged black man as they shook hands. When he looked closely at Margie, his eyes opened wide and he turned quickly back to Lisa and then back to Margie again. "Miss Margie, congratulations and I am so very pleased to meet you as well," he said with a big grin. "If I may, sir," he addressed Matt rather formally, "your sister and your fiancée are both so pretty…but is it me or…they sure do look a lot alike, don't they?" He was a little flustered as he spoke. "I mean, of course Miss Margie is Asian, but…do you see it, too?"

Matt liked him immediately and it showed as he grinned back at the older man. "Oh yeah, Anthony, I see it…not just in their faces," he gestured Margie to stand next to his sister, "but they look alike…all over."

Lisa and Margie knew exactly what their

Master

wanted and together, they lifted their hands to their necks and untied their halters. Anthony groaned an "Oh Fuck!" as the soft material fell to the floor and he looked at two identical sets of

Perfect 10

breasts. "Yes sir, Matt…I see what you mean." The words came haltingly from the older man. Matt looked down and smiled at the tent that was starting to protrude from Anthony's trousers.

Lisa caught the wink her brother gave her and she nudged her lover. Again, in synch with each other, both sexy coeds unzipped their skirts and let them fall to the floor. Now they stood before the young white boy and the older black man in just their tiny thong panties.

Anthony's eyes flicked back and forth between the two incredibly beautiful and insanely hot young girls and the good-looking young man beside him. "

Sister..brother... fiancée?"

he thought to himself, "

what the fuck is going on?"

"See? Don't they look even more alike now, Anthony?" Matt was enjoying the man's reaction, obviously concerned about the whole sister/brother thing. He moved across to stand between the two girls. With an arm around each of their shoulders, Matt cradled Margie's left breast with his left hand and he held his sister's right tit the same way with his right hand. He kneaded their firm flesh and his long fingers pulled on their swelling nipples. "Even I can't tell them apart in the dark if I don't touch their hair." The girls giggled, Matt kissed his sister and slapped her ass. "Don't embarrass me, hon. Go say hello to your friend properly."

Lisa, dressed only on a tiny white thong, moved gracefully into the older man's embrace. His arms lifted her off the floor as they kissed in greeting – Matt and Margie smiled as Anthony's hands held Lisa tightly against him. When her hand found his erect cock, she started to stroke him as they continued to renew their acquaintance with their lips and tongues. After another long kiss, Lisa let herself down and softly pushed Anthony down on the couch. Standing between his legs. She leaned over and unzipped his pants, taking his thick, black cock out of his boxers. "I missed this big black snake, Anthony," she hissed at him as her tongue started licking up and down the length of his black shaft. Lisa motioned Margie over to join her. Before he knew what was happening, Anthony felt a second tongue and a second set of delicate fingers on his big, wrinkled sac and his long, thick dark-skinned cock.

When he looked down and saw Margie's long, lustrous black hair, his eyes opened wide in surprise and concern. "No, Miss…I'm sorry, Matt…I…your fiancée…"

Matt moved quickly to put the charming older man at ease. "No…no, Anthony," he said, using the full effect of his persuasive voice, "it's all good…relax." He put his hand softly on Anthony's shoulder and he seemed to calm down immediately. "My sister has told Margie all about you, Anthony…Margie has wanted to do this for a long time… enjoy it."

The room service waiter relaxed, his large, dark hand resting lightly on Margie's soft shoulder. Lisa backed off and moved next to her brother. They both spoke softly, describing the erotic contrast of Margie's golden skin and the super dark flesh of Anthony's hard, thick cock. Their conversation didn't last long as Margie's oral technique got the better of the older man. Within minutes, the combination of her lips, tongue, throat muscles and fingers brought a rush of semen up his long cock and into her hungry young mouth. He groaned as she swallowed, his cock still lodged in her throat – he had never felt anything like that before.

When the sexy coed got up off her knees, she helped Anthony off the couch, bringing his long fingers to her golden breast. "You are a beautiful young woman, Miss. I feel honored…truly…" he turned towards Matt, "much like I did when I first met your sister."

When his clothes were all fastened and he opened the champagne ("Complimentary… from the manager. Your uncle sends us a great deal of business.") and kissed the girls goodbye, Matt saw the waiter to the door. "Anthony," Matt said with a big grin, "it has been a true pleasure, sir. You are everything my sister and my uncle said you are." With that, Matt put a $100 bill into the waiters hand – and was quite surprised by his reaction.

"Please…no, sir…Matt…I cannot…please. Your unc…"

"Uncle David," Matt cut him off with a grin and he took the bill back reluctantly. "I should have known. Okay, then…for the weekend…who

should

I tip?"

"Absolutely no one – I insist, Matt. And please," his voiced dropped, "if

anyone

has their hand out…I want to know. Don't need them on my special list if they don't listen."

Matt was chuckling, softly of course, but he told Anthony he would let him know. As the waiter was just about to shut the door behind himself, he stuck his head around and whispered, "Matt…here…just a minute. I almost forgot." He reached into his pocket and withdrew a small cellophane bag. He passed it to Matt and whispered again, "Don't finish it, give your uncle a taste. My boy, he works for a contractor…Afghanistan…company in your home town, son. David got him the job…sends me this sometimes in a messenger pouch." Then the door was closed and he was gone.

Matt locked the door and turned back into the room – he, Lisa and Margie all started to laugh at once. He tossed the package to Lisa and told her to open it. He moved over to the cart and poured three glasses of wine. As he handed one to his sister, she looked up at him with a sweet smile. "Looks like pure Afghani hash to me, bro? Wanna open it and give it a sniff?" She tossed it back.

Matt smiled and shook his head. "Not now…you know Dad will love this – let's wait, okay?" He looked at his sister and his fiancée and delighted in their similarities. Apart from the obvious racial differences, they were almost identical I every other way. When they were together, naked, Matt found the contrast of Lisa's three pale triangles (where her tiny tanning bikini covers her) to Margie's

all over

golden glow to be one of the hottest, most erotic images he'd ever seen. He shook his head to snap himself out of this pleasant but unproductive reverie.

"Okay, time to get dressed, ladies…never know who's gonna show up next." Matt busied himself examining the small brown brick in the cellophane wrapper as the girls helped each other with their halter tops and skirts. Once dressed, Lisa started rolling some of the weed they'd brought into thin joints, careful to separate the good from the

great

, the special stuff that Margie had so cleverly won that first night at the pool hall. Matt found

ESPN

on the large plasma TV and Margie was playing with the stereo behind the bar.

It was Lisa who looked up first to see the door open and their mother and father sweeping grandly into the suite. "MOMMMYYYY!!!!" she shrieked in surprise, got up from the table and skipped across the thick carpet into Laurie's outstretched arms.

Matt moved quickly behind his sister and greeted Steven with a big bear hug and a lot of mutual back-slapping. Kisses and mumbled "hello's" and "how are you's" and then the four of them switched partners as a bellman brought their luggage into the suite. Behind him, he heard the young man say "Mother, I've missed you so much" and the hot one in the halter say "Daddy…me, too!" He had just placed their bags on the floor when he looked up and saw…

mother and son…father and daughter…kissing, holding each other… not the way they should be greeting each other, no sir!

He was trying to back out unnoticed when the father and daughter separated. The good-looking, silver-haired man reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet. The bellman stopped him quickly. "Thank you sir, ma'am, but that's already been taken care of …for the weekend…for everyone… need anything, call the bell desk, please…any time." He continued backing out and finally pulled the door closed behind him. Laurie very reluctantly pulled her tongue out of her son's delicious mouth and all four hugged together.

Grinning at the surprised look on his father's face, Matt said, "That's your brother's work, Dad. I don't know how he did it, but he's already got everybody greased. If anybody hits you up…you too, Mom…let me know, okay? But now, much more importantly, there's somebody you need to meet…in person." Matt left the little huddle and walked over to the bar. Their eyes followed him until they fell on the most beautiful Chinese face and the incredibly hot body standing next to their son.