Was That All Pt 02

Here we have it! The difficult second album.

Thank you so much for all the feedback on my first story. I'm eager to hear from you guys so that I can improve and do more of what you like and less of what you don't like.

Part two is quite long and is made up of four chapters. Future parts will only be three and I will aim to update about every two weeks. This series will continue to feature lesbian and bisexual women. It's also slow-paced compared to some stories, but things are definitely heating up ;-)

All characters engaged in sexual acts are 18 or older. This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to actual persons or events is coincidental. Stay safe and stay responsible.

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Chapter Four: Morning Buzz

"HELLO! HELLO! HELLO"

I could hear the sound of high pitch voice somewhere above me. It crackled in the way that old radios do, "You're listening to

Morning Buzz

with me, Alexander Xavier. In the studio, I have the lovely Jackie Holiday..."

My whole body ached as my eyes adjusted to the world around me. Above me was a plain white ceiling, lit in spots by the early morning sun. On my right, I felt the heat of my older sister's naked body pressed against my own. She looked stunning even with her hair messy and lips dry. I ran my hand along her smooth skin and remembered last night - our fast food stop, dancing and making love. Perfection.

I boosted my body inch-by-inch, pushing past the pain that came with having slept on the hard floor. My eyes located the coffee machine and I decided that I would wake Blake up with a sweet, warm drink. I'm not much of a ladies' man, but coffee felt like the sort of thing people drink after sex.

Sadly, it turns out that I am pretty useless at operating appliances. Luckily, she also had a kettle and a jar of instant coffee. As the kettle finished boiling, I heard her groan to life behind me. "Fuck. Can we please try the couch next time?" she asked with a dry mouth.

"Next time, hey?" I smiled. My cock twitched to life at the thought of getting behind her thin body - slipping into her.

"Oh, you know there will be a next time. Let's not pretend, Babe," she winked, appreciating my erection. It made me happy; hearing her talk about the long-term.

Last night was fun - almost playful - but also romantic. After we made love, my dreams reminded me of how we always danced together when we were younger. We shared a passion for the oldies and a fondness for each other. In fact, I loved both my siblings but things with my younger sister, Emily, had always been more tense and complicated. Time with Blake was light and fun - what I needed.

"Little brother, your dick is leaking," she teased. It was barely 7 am, and pre-cum was already coating my morning wood in anticipation of round two. By the look in my sister's eyes, I could tell she was just as keen.

Seeing that she was struggling, I helped my her naked body onto its feet. I drew her closer to me and we shared a sensual kiss. Astronauts say that

nothing

can surpass the feeling of being in space and looking back at the Earth. Well, they've never kissed my sister.

She put a hand around my cock and teased the tip with her thumb. There was an inquisitive look on her face as she licked my pre-cum off her finger. Her mouth seemed to be analysing the taste; like someone sipping wine. Her eyes drifted to my cock, and she looked at it thoughtfully. "What are you looking for," I intruded into her thoughts.

"Oh, it's very," she said with a stunned look. "Do I say beautiful, or is there a specific word?"

One would swear she's never seen a dick before, but I was flattered. "You're so sweet Blake," I hugged her. My lips found her neck and travelled down while leaving kisses behind. I took her small and pale nipple and sucked tenderly, enjoying her faint whimpering.

By the time she was in my arms, I'd only managed to make one cup of coffee. Blake walked over to the kitchen counter and took a cautious sip of the black liquid. "Oh, no! This is terrible," she cringed, "Why don't you use the machine?"

It hurt my pride admitting it, mainly because I worked in a complex IT job, "Well, I don't really know how it works."

She gave me a sceptical look, opened a cupboard, and passed me an instruction manual. This made me snicker, "You've always loved a good manual."

"Last week, I read one about how to seduce your brother," she teased.

"Here I was thinking that I charmed your socks off," I retorted.

Blake looked at her feet with a smirk on her face. It turns out her white athlete's socks were the only thing she kept on last night. We both chuckled as we fell into conversation, sharing the cup of black coffee between us. She was curious about my future plans, and I was curious about hers. You could sense that both of us were trying to figure out the destiny of our relationship. We lived in different cities, but could surely visit more. We also had our own places, so it wouldn't be too hard finding alone time.

There was at least one elephant in the room though and Blake got there before I could. She looked at me with her kind brown eyes, "I'm more worried about Emily finding out than our parents." She was right to worry.

There was always visible tension between me and my younger sister - complicated love. It was possible that she'd be jealous or confused. Despite us having fooled around one night, months ago, it seemed that nothing would ever come of it. I didn't mention that night to Blake, but I assured her that Emily was distancing from me.

"You know that might be age," my older sister said wisely. She made a fair point, and I noticed that she genuinely wanted us to make peace. The six years between them meant that my sisters weren't ever that close, but I knew Blake treasures Emily. My body was still in agony, so I dodged an in-depth conversation with Blake, and asked to use her shower. "Are you going to pay my water bill," she teased.

"Seriously? You make ten-times-" before I could finish my thought I caught on. "Why don't we share? It'll save you some money and be good for the environment."

"My thoughts exactly," she took me by the hand and led me to her bathroom.

It was a vast room, outfitted in the same clean contemporary style as the rest of her apartment. The shower took up a whole wall, and you could probably fit five people in there. Blake walked over to a small control panel while pulling off her last items of clothing. As the water started spraying from two shower heads, my sister swaggered under the water. The sight of her wet skin - her exotic complexion glistening - mesmerised me. She looked at me with sweet eyes and beckoned me to join her under the steaming hot water.

Our lips met as my erection slipped between her thighs. She pulled back a bit. We were going to follow a new rule, "Before you take me again, I want a few things. Dinner and roses. Then, I want you to make love to me slowly. No penetration before that happens." My sister put her hand on my cock, stroking it as she got down on her knees. With a naughty grin on her face, she continued, "But. But. But. There are some things that I'll do for you in the meantime."

Her dark auburn hair was soaking, and she struggled to push it behind her ears - she wanted me to see her face. She kept her eyes fixed on mine, looking at me adoringly, as she let some saliva drip onto my cock. Using both hands, she made sure to get it nice and wet. She scrutinised every inch of the shaft, tilting it in all directions while biting her lip. It was like she'd been hypnotised. She let her tongue hang out, looking hungry and animalistic. At first, she gave the tip a kiss and then a second. A massive smile shone across her face, and she opened her mouth wide - ready to take my cock. She hesitated, going back to observing it from different angles. Her mouth opened again; her tongue sticking out and her eyes staring up at me. The tease was killing me as she brought her lips together in a pout and giggled breathlessly. "It's so big little brother," she boosted my ego.

She touched her tongue to the tip and lifted the shaft. Then, she licked my whole cock from the base up. Then again, from the base to the tip - slowly. Her patient tease was making me groan and she purred in response. I could see in her eyes how pleased she was that she could make me crave her. She swayed her hips from side to side, stroking my cock with one hand as the other reached between her legs. She moaned as her fingers met her pussy, and I put my hand behind her head, pushing her closer to me. Her devilish grin returned as she put her lips around the tip of my cock. She started taking the full length of my shaft, being careful until she got about halfway. Again, her eyes looked into mine with desire. She put her hands behind her back and waited in anticipation.

I knew what she wanted.

I used my hand to push her head closer to my pelvis, stopping when she started gagging. My older sister only pulled back a bit though, catching her breath with me still in her warm, wet, mouth. I started pushing again. This time I pushed a little harder when the gagging started. I used both hands and drove my whole cock into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat before releasing. She pulled back, and for a second I feared that I'd gone too far. Her face was happy and she wanted more, "This time, no hands."

With both her hands behind her back, she wrapped her full lips around my tip again. She took in a couple of inches before stopping, moving backwards, then plunging in hard. Blake took my whole length, and after each time her lips hit my pelvis, she picked up speed. I'd never been sucked off like this before, and the feeling was incredible. She kept sucking the whole of my cock with determination as her puppy-dog eyes looked up at me. My balls were tightening and I was ready to blow.

She stopped.

Absorbing my cock from the base to the tip, she freed her mouth. She looked at me like a wild animal looks at a meal, "Fuck my face, little brother-"

I obliged and took her head in both my hands, slamming my cock down her throat. The feeling of her wet hair between my fingers heightened the sensation. Her hands travelled from behind her back to between her legs as she started playing with herself. She was moaning heavily into my cock, which caused pleasing vibrations. Her warm throat was tight around my shaft and the sight of her sent me over the moon. She was giving it everything she had as she took my whole length over and over.

As her own orgasm approached, she started bobbing up and down on her knees, riding her fingers. This made her teeth graze my cock, but the discomfort only added to the urgency of our rough lovemaking. It didn't take long before I announced that I was going to cum. In reply, she grabbed onto both my legs and thrust herself forward until she was impaled by my entire length.

My seed shot into the back of her throat, and she reflexively pulled away. It took her a second to catch her breath - she had to spit to clear her throat. "I'm sorry Babe, spitters are quitters, right?" she teased as she licked her lips. "You taste so good," she cooed, kissing my softening cock. I nearly swallowed my own tongue as her lips descended to my balls and she sucked them hungrily.

"You're incredible," I said, leaning against the wall.

Blake had always been ladylike without behaving like a lady. It's hard to describe but looking at her messy hair, and exhausted throat captured it. I've always known she was sexy, but I would've never thought she had such a dirty side. I had to repay her...

The sight of her tight little, clean-shaven, pussy was too much to resist. This was going to be my first time eating a girl out, but I was going to do it right. At first, she didn't react much as my tongue found her pussy. My movements were too fast, too eager. I had to slow down. As my tongue took its time, exploring every part of my sister's pussy, she began moaning softly. Her hand reached out to grab hold of mine and she squeezed gently, then harder, as I found my rhythm between her legs.

I ran my tongue along her warm folds as water sprayed onto my back and ran down her stomach. She moaned as my mouth reached her clit and I sucked on her wetness. She tasted fresh, which gave me an extra incentive to eat her out. I alternated between licking her pussy-lips and sucking, then slipping in a finger. She was loving it and wrapped her long skinny legs around me, locking me in place. I added a second finger and started pumping deep into her as I focused my mouth on sucking her sensitive nub. Her moans became higher-pitched and faster, "Oh, please, yes!"

Keep going...

" Her legs started sliding along my back as she cried out with a broken voice, "Oh my god. Fuck yes! Oh fuck. Yes!" Her ankles locked together and an epic orgasm rippled through her body. Her toned stomach twisted in pleasure and she sank her nails deep into my skin. She stopped short of squirting. Warm, tasty, liquid cascaded from her exhausted pussy and I was more than happy to lap it all up.

"FUCK! OH YES. DON'T STO-" she couldn't finish her cries. She started pounding her fist against the bathroom floor, like a wrestler tapping out. I didn't let her give up that easily though. I kept going, plunging my tongue into her soft folds and then back to her clit. My fingers kept pounding and I dared to add a third, which made her toes curl and her eyes roll back. As she passed the point of no return, I lapped up the last of her juices and slid away from her. My cock was rock hard again; I was feeling like a teenager. We were both insatiable. I so desperately wanted to penetrate her, giving her a third orgasm and myself a second.

"Where have you been all my life," she sang.

I took a bar of soap and started applying it to her body. She enjoyed the feeling of being pampered. For the next few minutes, we giggled as we rolled around on the slippery shower floor. Rubbing soap into each other's naked bodies became a physical game, a tug-of-war, and a soapy wrestle. Every time my cock would come too close to her vagina, she would roll me over or slide onto another part of my wet body. She was serious about her rule: dinner and roses first.

Our bathroom shenanigans were a surprisingly effective way to get clean. We were soon sparkling and exhausted.

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Blake ran off to her closet to get me a t-shirt and some sweatpants so that I could at least look presentable. Meanwhile, I was lucky enough to find an unopened toothbrush in her mirror-cabinet.

She passed me the clean clothes in the living room and I threw my dirty ones in a paper bag to take home. My parents had no idea that I spent the night at Blake's place instead of theirs. Emily might remember us leaving, but she was drunk and very much occupied with her girlfriend.

Blake was wearing something like the clothes she'd given me and I thought about how similar we are. People would often mistake my sisters and me for triplets. Telling me I look like my sisters is the biggest compliment possible. They are undeniably beautiful - stunning beyond belief.

We embraced for a while and I savoured the smell of her shower-fresh hair. Then I heard the sound of a keycard registering in her door and quickly let go. The door opened and in walked Belinda, my parents' housekeeper. I met her yesterday and found her to be soft-spoken and funny. The smile on her face never faded and it was hard to read her emotions. She was wearing a fun graphic t-shirt and I wondered whether she was making a social call.

"Oh, Josh, I forgot to mention that Belinda comes in every second Saturday," Blake blushed. We weren't doing anything wrong, but a guilty look was inevitable after a morning of sex with your sibling. Belinda gave us a half-interested look and a polite greeting before getting on with her work.

If we had been in the shower for ten minutes longer, she would've walked in on us. Then what happens? Part of me quite liked the idea of getting caught...

Chapter Five: The Youngest

The seats in a German supercar are surprisingly uncomfortable. This is especially true if you've been sleeping on floors and rolling around in showers. Blake drove hard and fast as we headed home. Just the sight of her thrill-seeking expression was enough to wake my desire for her. This wasn't love and love alone - it was lust.

I begged Blake for a chance to drive and a hotel room (having become addicted to wild playful sex with her). Sex was never really my thing, but she stirred something inside of me. All I wanted to do was be with her.

After some negotiation, Blake insisted that I go back to my parents' place for the day. Apparently, Emily had been planning a surprise party and wanted me home. Since I'd been living in another city for quite some time, I wondered who she could have invited. Blake did not betray any of the details, no matter how much I begged. I even offered her a sexual favour, an offer that made her snort and declare that she'd be the one doing me a favour.

As we arrived at our parents', my older sister gave me some parting advice, "Be nice to Emily. She's had a rough couple of months while you've been gone." The words swirled around in my head as I approached the door. I didn't know what Blake meant and it scared me.

Am I failing as a big brother?

My brain suppressed my rising anxiety as I walked down the driveway. Luckily, Blake had a key to my parents' house, which meant I could sneak in and avoid questioning. But as I turned the key, I had a vivid flashback to the many times Mom would catch me coming in after curfew. Sure enough, like a hundred times before, she spotted me as she descended the stairs. With an eyebrow raised in the way that a mother's eyebrow is often raised, she inspected me. "Imagine my shock when I wanted to wake my son with a birthday present this morning and he wasn't there," she said. My sudden disappearance was a touch irresponsible, "A note would have killed you, Joshua?"

My mind obviously stopped listening after 'birthday present'. I already got a beautiful guitar the day before, so what could it have been? Like Blake, my mom was a brilliant keeper of secrets. It's a trait no one else in the family shared. In fact, we were all awful at it, which is a bad thing now that I have to keep a huge secret. Mom definitely looked at me with suspicion, but she also looked relieved to see me. "I caught Emily in your room this morning. She was also very disappointed when she saw your bed empty."

My brain started concocting all sorts of theories. My mother's undelivered morning gift would definitely be something first-class. As for Emily... Well, I couldn't help but wonder if she had something a bit more 'physical' in mind. I regretted the thought.

I followed my mom to the kitchen when I heard a loud groan coming from the adjoining living room. Emily was spread across the couch, face down. Her hair was all over the place and she made the bold move of wearing sunglasses indoors. She crawled across the crouch like a snail; lifting her ass with every movement.

"Hey Em, long night?" I asked. She raised a middle finger in response.

"Doll, don't be crude," my mom reprimanded. I used to cringe whenever she called my little sister 'Doll', but that morning I liked it. It was about time someone cut Emily down to size.

Unlike my little sister, Mom was looking chipper this morning. It was always great seeing her in a good mood. She was wearing her pink nightshirt, which had been around for decades. It had little holes all over and looked a bit rough to the touch, but she adored it. The thing was a bit big for her and for that reason, I hated it (not knowing where to look when it slipped off as it often did).