- CHAPTER 4: Love -
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Lest you think the relationship between me and my little sister snowballed from there and we started sucking and fucking every chance we could get, let me assure you that didn't happen. In fact, despite stating an interest in getting blowjob lessons from our big sister, it would be another week before she even put my dick into her mouth again.
Michelle continued to sleep in my bed every night, although she now arrived before I went to sleep instead of slipping in beside me in the middle of the night. When I told Alex what we were doing on Monday morning, my big sister couldn't seem to make up her mind whether she should initiate our incestuous hookups BEFORE bed to ensure she didn't encroach on Michelle's cuddle time, or deliberately arrive LATER at night so that Michelle would be forced to watch, run away, or maybe even join in.
Alex's eyes glittered at the idea of her baby sister joining in. I certainly got harder at the idea. And that's how Alex started giving me a handjob right there on the couch, which turned into a blowjob, which turned into climbing into my lap and fucking me right then and there. Michelle wound up yelling from the top of the stairs, "Will you two keep it down! I'm in a fucking virtual class and I don't want everyone hearing my siblings having sex in the background when I go off mute!!"
We got quieter. We didn't stop fucking or anything, but we got quieter.
One thing that changed over the course of the next week is that Michelle and I started spending a LOT more time together. While we had always shared mealtimes, played games together, and had our evening workouts, the bulk of our days had been typically spent on our own. I would play video games, watch porn, and surf the internet. Michelle would chat with her friends, read books, and... whatever. But now that previously "independent" time became additional "together" time.
Seriously, other than attending virtual classes, Michelle and I spent all our time together. Instead of doing her homework in her own room Monday afternoon, Michelle brought her laptop to my room and sat on top of my bed, silently doing her work while I silently did mine at my desk. Three times, she asked if I could take a break, inviting me onto the bed so that she could wrap her arms around my neck and kiss me like there was no tomorrow.
It was nice.
I didn't paw at her breasts or otherwise attempt to initiate anything sexual, although I'll admit to grabbing her ass quite a bit. We made out for about ten minutes at a time before returning to our work, and I have to admit it was the most enjoyable time I'd ever had while doing schoolwork. So the next day, we did the same. And the next day. And the next.
The dress code also slackened quite a bit around the house. Michelle started going bra-less as soon as classes ended, advertising her arousal with perky nipples that dented the front of her thin shirts. Alex's big tits needed a little more support, but she started skipping her bras every now and again as well as a way of teasing me while also advertising her intention to seduce me sooner than later. And don't get me started on the way the girls stopped wearing pants or shorts every now and again. Twice, Alex didn't even have panties on underneath her oversized shirts.
Even when not doing schoolwork, playing games, or watching TV, Michelle remained glued to my side. We ordered in-line skates and Michelle asked me to teach her, which added almost an hour a day together. I stopped playing video games and had already stopped watching internet porn. She texted her friends but no longer wasted hours chatting with them. Instead, we'd sit on the couch talking about... whatever. Or we'd cuddle in bed talking about... whatever. And if the conversation ever started to wind down, one of us would pucker up to start a new makeout session that would last until... whenever.
Michelle started saying "I love you" a lot more. I was happy to return the endearment, and initiated the phrase a few times myself. She always glowed whenever I did that. She also started getting a lot more touchy-feely around me. When watching TV, she'd lean against my side and pull my arm around her shoulders or midsection. Alex, of course, had already been doing so, so whenever the three of us were watching together I found myself happily in the middle of a sister sandwich. In the kitchen, Michelle started grabbing my ass as she passed behind me. Turnabout was fair play, so I happily did the same. Once, I even slid my hand into the back of her shorts and got a palmful of bare buttcheeks. Michelle squealed, spun around, and slapped my hand. I immediately got nervous that I'd crossed a line, initiating a higher level of intimacy that she wasn't comfortable with. But as soon as she got over the surprise, my little sister turned around, thrust her ass at me, and intoned in a husky voice, "Do it again."
Kissing me on the lips in greeting became commonplace, usually just a peck but sometimes more. One time on Tuesday, she walked into my bedroom, rolled my chair away from my desk, climbed into my lap, and shoved her tongue into the back of my throat. I got so turned on that I grabbed her ass, stood up from the chair, and walked us over to my bed. We wound up hot and heavy in a makeout session on my bed, and she even grabbed my hand and shoved it up the inside of her shirt so I could fondle her boobs. A minute later, my hands were in the back of her shorts, grabbing handfuls of ass while grinding my erection into her pelvis. But the moment my hand started wandering around to the front of her crotch, Michelle abruptly tore her mouth away from mine and rolled off the bed.
Staggering almost drunkenly to the open doorway, she yelled at the top of her lungs, "LEX!! Get in here! ALEXANDRA!!"
Thirty seconds later, our big sister came racing into the room, eyes wide and darting around looking for danger. The use of her full first name had probably freaked her out. "What? What? What's wrong?"
Still gasping, Michelle pointed back at me and managed to grunt, "I need you to fuck him. Otherwise I'M gonna fuck him."
Alex snorted. Standing up straight and arching an eyebrow, she folded her arms across her chest and replied in a neutral tone, "Maybe I should stay right here then."
"LEX!!"
Laughing, my big sister started pulling her shirt off. "Fine, fine. Twist my arm, why dontcha."
And that wasn't the only time Michelle called in her big sister as a pressure release valve to "take care of me". I'd pretty much stopped watching internet porn by this point, what with spending all my time with one sister or the other. Michelle kept me at a near-constant state of arousal from our frequent makeout sessions, and at least twice a day I would find myself badly in need of sexual relief.
Not that I would go ask Alex to service me or anything like that. She was my sister, and my OLDER sister at that. If SHE wanted me to come fuck her, that was one thing, but I was never really the aggressor and would sometimes get wound up with pent-up horniness waiting for the next time my gorgeous big sister graciously allowed me to violate her nubile body.
Thankfully, Michelle could usually sense when I was getting a little too wound up. Even though -I- would never ask Alex for sex, Michelle had no problems either calling for our big sister to come take care of me or yelling to Alex that she was sending me to her.
Once though, on Thursday, of my own accord I walked into the big bathroom in our parents' room while Alex was taking a post-workout shower. Earlier that evening, Michelle had climbed into my lap after we'd finished our latest workout video, holding my head in her hands and cramming her tongue into my mouth. She even went so far as to remove her tank top and sports bra, feeding her nipples to me while I suckled on them like a ravenous baby. Michelle didn't have Alex's massive mammaries, but her perfectly shaped B-cups were just so... perky... and her nipples were super-sensitive, to the point that my feasting had her creaming so hard she nearly came.
I sensed that if I really wanted to, I could've fucked Michelle that night. She was so turned on that she would not have resisted me. But I knew better than to cross that line without prior approval. "Whatever you're comfortable with" had become a familiar refrain, and I had done my best to let Michelle lead the way. Tearing my mouth away from hers, I dumped her onto the couch cushion beside me and quickly stalked away to go upstairs.
Alex saw me enter through the transparent glass doors, took one look at the expression on my face, and beckoned me inside. But the animal inside me had already gone wild, and instead I yanked my big sister out of the shower, planted her flat on her back on the carpeted floor of our parents' room, and slammed my meat sausage into her cunt in a single thrust. My big sister didn't cum that time - I basically rabbit-fucked her until I pulled out and blew my load all over her tits and face, not that she minded. Alex pulled me into the still-running shower, we both cleaned up, and then we went back to her bedroom so I could make it up to her.
An hour later, Michelle fell asleep with me spooned up behind her, my left hand extended across the mattress beneath her pillow and my right arm hugging her closely. She'd pulled my right hand beneath her pajama top so that I cupped her left breast in my palm. We both were happy.
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"You're smirking," I commented with a scowl on my face.
"Because I've got you right where I want you." Michelle replied confidently.
"I'm not in check yet."
"Emphasis on the word 'yet'."
I sighed, surveying my options. She'd caught me in a trap, her knight in position to take either my queen or my rook. I couldn't save both of them, so the obvious move was to get my queen out of danger, accept that she'd take my rook, and plan accordingly. Ordinarily I would have done just that, except for Michelle's damn smirk. I knew her, knew the way she played. She didn't have a great poker face, which told me she was smirking because she had seen something I hadn't noticed yet. Somehow I knew, just KNEW, that if I saved my queen and gave her the rook, it would somehow lead to my final defeat.
I REALLY didn't want to lose. It was a Saturday evening, and Michelle and I were winding down the last part of our day. We'd already done our workout and showered, the plan was to go to bed after this, and I didn't want the sour taste of defeat in my mouth while trying to sleep.
And yet, I couldn't sacrifice the queen so easily. So I stared at the board, rubbed my chin, and stared at the board some more, trying to figure out what the hell she was going to do.
"Tick, tock, tick, tock."
