"Yes big sister I do. And you know that I love to be the one filling it." I slowly pushed my index finger into her and twisted my hand about 90 degrees. Then I twisted it back. She was warm and receptive. I continued and Jan pushed back at me. I withdrew my digit and reinserted two fingers.
"Ooo yeah. Give it to me deep." She moaned. I thrust my thumb into her pussy and withdrew it to diddle her clit, then slammed it back into her pink folds. I pinched my thumb and fingers together and felt them through the thin membrane that divided her two canals. Trish was stroking my own love muscle and it was attaining maximum length and firmness. I cautiously stood up and removed my thumb. Trish guided my missile toward my sister's waiting cunt. It slid in easily. Now my fingers were massaging the top of my cock through Jan's fragile anal tissue. I knew I wouldn't last long.
"Whoa baby. Give it to me." Jan begged. Now I was slamming my hips into her broad backside. Trish, the ever present facilitator, was pinching Jan's nipple and then she thrust her middle finger of her other hand firmly into my ass. She knows that when she does that I cum almost immediately. And I did. I felt the throbbing as I emptied my seed into my sister's waiting womb. Trish continued to massage my prostate until my ejaculate was exhausted. She slowly withdrew her finger as I removed my extreme appendages from my sibling. Trish was quick to open her mouth and finish off Jan's orgasm with her teeth and her tongue. And in the process she consumed most of my slimy sperm as it poured out of Jan's vagina. She licked from her clitoris to her asshole, back and forth and pushed her tongue as deep into the openings as she could.
I reached between Trish's legs and toyed with her clit ring. We've both learned, through the years, how to delicately tug and sway and tease to produce a rapid series of mini orgasms. I can tell immediately when it begins because Trish's ass starts to quiver. And if I rub between her lips, the slick warm juice begins to ooze into my hand. And it did. Jan turned around and collapsed onto the seat in the hot tub. Trish pulled away and sat back down next to her. I stood and held my hand cupped and filled with Trish's love juice. I offered some to Jan and she lapped it up like a puppy. Then I gave the last drops to Trish. She grabbed my hand and licked it clean, carefully licking up and down between each finger.
We all sat there for a few minutes in our post orgasmic daze. I turned on the jets and the water began to bubble.
"Oh great Rob. As if I'm not already feeling like jelly." Trish smirked.
"I know Baby. I just need a couple minutes of this before I go prep for Tracy."
Fifteen minutes later the jets shut down and we hadn't said a word. We were just lost in our overly relaxed state. No conversation was needed. The peace that comes with knowing we all love and care for each other, and that we can demonstrate it by bringing sexual pleasure on a moments notice, is a special bond that we share. It needs no verbal affirmation.
I climbed out of the tub and picked up my clothes. I walked into our bedroom and dropped the duds in the hamper, then stepped into the shower to rinse off. I closed my eyes. Moments later I felt hands on my ass. I opened my eyes to find Jan and Trish had joined me. We all stood under the sprays and soaped each other lightly. As we were rinsing, I glanced to my left and saw Lucinda placing a stack of fresh towels on the stool outside the shower. She smiled at me and licked her lips. She, of course, was still naked. Her lithe brown body gave me a little surge that I could feel all the way down to the tip of my penis. Never mind that my wife and sister were busy stroking it. Visual stimulation always adds an extra boost to my sexual energy.
I stepped away and out of the shower. Trish turned off the water. I handed them each a fresh fluffy towel. We all dried ourselves off in front of the vanity mirror. Seeing the reflections of all of our bodies added a little more to that visual charge. Jan looked down at my dick and grinned.
"You always look so ready. Keep it up baby brother. I can see that you're not done for the day." She winked. We hung up our towels on the hooks. The girls took a few minutes to brush their hair. I wandered out to the kitchen.
Lucinda and Melinda were standing at the counters. Their firm backsides always get my juices flowing. Their dark hair on their shoulders and narrow hips make them look like a couple of teens. In fact they are in their 30s. Lucinda was preparing a tray with cheese and fruit. Melinda was refilling the jug of water that we keep in the fridge. She prepares it by adding a few slices of lemon or orange, some mint leaves and a couple of slices of cucumber. I walked up behind her as she reached for the cuke. I wrapped my arms around her and let my fingers slip down between her legs.
"Melinda, before you take a knife to that cucumber, I think we need to season it." I put my hand over hers and held the phallic vegetable, then pulled her over to the kitchen chair. She sat down and instinctively put her feet up on the edge of the seat, exposing herself to my view. I stooped down and rubbed the cuke along Melinda's labial folds. She reached down and used both hands to spread herself open. I gently inserted the green dildo and as it became slick with her pre cum it slid in further. I pushed and she sighed.
"Oh Mr Rob, you know just how to make me feel so good! Your water today will be extra spicy."
I laughed while I continued to pump the natural phallus in and out of Melinda's gaping hole. It was making a sloshing sound and the fluid was running down into her taint. I heard steps behind me. It was Jan and Trish. Trish leaned over and kissed Melinda. It was a full open mouth, tongue twisting, spit swapping make out kiss. Jan was pinching Melinda's nipple and tugging at it while I kept up the thrusting and with my other thumb I rubbed her clit. She began to tremble and it was clear that she was getting close.
"Oh yes, oh yes! I'm cumming! Oh yes, yes yes!" Melinda put her hand over mine and maneuvered the cucumber deeper and held it while her pussy throbbed and oozed her feminine slime. I leaned forward and licked her clitoris. She trembled again and held my head. I slowly eased the greasy cucumber back out of her. Her pussy stayed open and a string of cum hung from her pink flesh onto the end of the cuke. I was careful not to let it drip off. I debated just putting the thing in my mouth, but then I stood up and took it over to the jug. I dipped into the water and stirred it around. Then I picked up the knife and sliced off a half dozen slices. I dropped them into the water and gave it another stir. Lucinda held a bowl under the ice dispenser and filled it up. Then she nudged me aside and dumped the ice into the jug. She took one cube out and sucked it into her mouth. Then she bent down, pulling me close to her face and grabbed my semi flaccid cock and put it in her mouth. The combination of the ice cube and her warm cheeks was shocking and comforting. She sucked on me patiently as the ice melted and as her mouth warmed up, my dick grew inside. Once she had me at full staff she teasingly backed away and giggled.
"Mr Rob, you should feel much better now. You drink some water, OK?"
The ladies all laughed as I stood there admiring the bevy of beauties that surrounded me. I took a glass from the shelf and drew a long refreshing drink.
A few minutes before 6:00 the front door opened and Tracy entered. She looked like a fashion model. Even at the end of her busy work day she looked stunning. She knows how to dress for success and she's got the body to do it. Her tight bright blue skirt was a few inches above her knees, showing off her gorgeous long legs and teasing the view of her ass that was accentuated by the tight fit of the skirt. Matching blue suede heels gave her tanned legs a perfect tone. She wore a white satin blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to show a bit of the cleavage that she can only create with a proper bra. Her breasts are a nice 34C, and they stand out on their own, but a little push up adds to the allure. Her skin glows. She uses just enough make up to highlight her bright eyes and give her cheeks a little rosy shade. Her blonde hair frames her face with shades from light brown to golden strands. If she greeted me at her sales center I'd feel as if I hit the jackpot already. It's no wonder people love to do business with her. And even in her semi tired and stressed state, her pearly white smile warmed the whole room.
We all moved to greet and welcome her. She was the first to speak.
"Wow, what a day! I think I crammed 14 hours into 8."
In reality, we know that Tracy is a very efficient person. She works hard and and with purpose. There's no wasted time in her day. Similarly she knows how to relax and unwind.
"I need to get out of these clothes!" She was hastily unbuttoning her blouse as she kicked off her shoes. Melinda stepped up to pick up the shoes and take her clothes as she shed them.
"Lucinda, I left our dinner in the car. There's two large bags." Lucinda went right out to fetch the packages. By now Tracy was standing there in only her white lacy bra and matching thong panties. She still looked like a Victoria's Secret model. She unfastened her bra and shrugged her shoulders to let it fall. Then quickly stripped off the thong and handed the garments to Melinda. She touched Melinda on her shoulder and said, "Thank you darling. Please just put them in my room."
Tracy hasn't lived with us for over 3 years, but it will always be 'her room'. Then she turned to us.
"Hi Mom! Hi Rob. Hi Jan." She gave us each a hug and a kiss with a little extra squeeze on Jan's behind, letting her know that there's no doubt she is an equal element in our family and household.
"Congratulations on another big day." I offered. "Do you want to have a drink and sit and rest for a few minutes?"
"Yes. That would be nice."
Trish went to the fridge and prepared a tall glass of ice water from the recently replenished jug. We all moved into the living room and sat down. Lucinda came back in the front door as Melinda returned from the bedroom. She handed one of the parcels to Melinda and they took it all into the kitchen to inspect the contents. Trish returned and handed the glass to Tracy, then sat down close beside her. Though there's nearly 20 years difference in their ages, they could still pass for sisters, and anyone guessing their ages would err on the youthful side of the scale. These two share some great genes. Trish put her arm around Tracy's shoulder and gave her a bit of a hug. Tracy leaned her head on her mother. They both softly sighed. Tracy for the long awaited relaxation and Trish for the comfort of having her loving daughter in her arms. Their breasts were barely brushing each other. It looked so natural.
