Here we have part three of the sibilings' adventures! This one has a couple of different things that I hope you enjoy.
Without any spoilers, I will warn you that there is some anal coming up. Like my other sex scenes, it's quite long, but you can skip over it. If it's a big turn-off for anyone, I do apologise.
All characters engaged in sexual acts are 18 or older. Any resemblance to real events or persons is coincidental. This is a work of fiction and fantasy, stay safe and responsible out there.
All feedback is appreciated, and I've even left a couple of questions at the end. There will be five parts in total, and your input in the next two means the world to me.
Love y'all and hope you enjoy :-)
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Chapter Eight: Sexting
Reality started catching up to us as Saturday evening's party drew to a close. We had a fun little kissing contest in a nearby park before deciding that it was too cold to stay out. By the time we arrived back at our house, most of the party guests had already left.
Among the handful who stayed was Emily's girlfriend, Riley. If I were her, I'd be pissed even before I knew that my girlfriend was cheating on me with her siblings. My sister neglected her, and I didn't like that, but it seemed to somehow work for them. Blake and I were worried that our little sister might put us under a similar kind of spell.
On the plane home, I realised how much growing up I had to do. The same could actually be said for us all. Blake, for example, was 24 going on 25 and has never been in a romantic relationship. Emily was soon going to be 19, but she was behaving worse than she did when she was 12 years old.
Then there was me - a real work in progress.
On Tuesday morning, I left my boss's office with a massive smile on my face. A plan - concocted by Blake and myself the day before - was about to become a reality.
My older sister is brilliant. There was a reason she lived in the fanciest apartments and drove splendid cars. She always put an incredible amount of effort into everything she did and every role she had to play. She learnt to be 'one of the guys' for my sake, and she read parenting books at age 16 to understand her little sister. No matter what, if there was an instruction manual, she could do it.
It must have come more from my dad's side. Our mom wasn't like that, and her twin sister was even less so - those two were free spirits. Emily definitely reminded me more of mom's sister, Aunt Terry, who was a real rebel. Sadly, I didn't see Emily grow into being that free spirit as it happened.
Both my sisters deserve infinite love, and I was ashamed of the fact that I hadn't been there for them. I had a chance to make up for the mistakes of the past and give them the appreciation I should have long ago. I adored these girls, and after our wild weekend together, it wasn't hard to make a pretty big decision.
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My apartment was on the third floor of an older building that had been recently renovated. It was definitely not as luxurious as Blake's, but it was a premium home nonetheless. I loved the old wooden doors and classic finishes, which gave the place a homely feel.
I was sad that I'd probably move out of there before any of my family saw the place. It usually ended up being me who visits them while they go on with their packed schedules.
My boss was going to allow me to work remotely while I studied a one-year course at the varsity in my hometown. He wanted to see me earn a qualification that would help me transition to management. Little did he know that I had an ulterior motive for wanting to move. It was all Blake's idea, and before I could tell her the good news, I saw that I'd missed a bunch of messages during the day.
Emily added me to a group chat titled
'The Threesome'
and my sisters started texting at about midday.
EMILY: Welcum lovers!
BLAKE: Your spelling is tragic Baby Girl.
EMILY: Pffft. On purpose!
BLAKE: Oh, I get it. Like semen...
The following messages were photos sent by Emily. In the first image, she was topless, facing a mirror and taking the shot so that her thin stomach was in frame. It was the first time I'd seen her beautiful breasts in bright light. Just like her sister's, they were modest and round. Even though they were small, they had weight to them.
Emily's second and third pictures were of her sticking her tongue out and sucking her thumb. Over the last few days, Blake and I began to realise our little sister had a bit of an oral fixation. Blake did a few semesters of psychology, and she told me all about it, "Mom didn't give her enough tit."
"Isn't that Freudian stuff bullshit?" I asked.
"Are you sleeping with your sisters?" she retorted.
"Isn't it supposed to be your mom and not your siblings?"
"That's probably your next target. Pervert," Blake teased.
I could understand how Emily had time to message since she didn't work. Our older sister was a bigshot lawyer, though. Blake must've been really infatuated to pull herself away from her profession to chat on a group text. I joined their messaging, eventually.
EMILY: I miss you guys!
BLAKE: Josh has been gone for a day, and you spent last night at my place.
ME: You guys are having sleepovers?
BLAKE: Jealous, little brother?
ME: Definitely! I miss you!
EMILY: I'll tell you all the details!! It'll be like you were there. I'll even tell you about Blakey's little secret...
BLAKE: C'mon Emily, he really doesn't need to know.
EMILY: He'll think it's cute.
BLAKE: No. He'll think I'm a perv.
EMILY: I did it with you, so he'll think I'm a perv too!
There was a pause in the conversation at this point. I imagine Blake probably took their chat private in an attempt to get our sister to stop. I fired away a few curious texts until Emily got going.
EMILY: So, it started when Blake begged me to come over last night. She can't get enough o' me.
BLAKE: True...
EMILY: We were doing all the regular stuff sisters do. You know?
ME: No?
EMILY: Cooking, dancing, gossiping about this boy we both like.
ME: Oh, yeah? How is he?
EMILY: He's great, feels more like a brother. But a bro we can kiss and cuddle.
ME: Sounds boring.
EMILY: Because Blake won't let me fuck him. So now I have to make do with her sub-standard pussy-licking.
BLAKE: Fuck off.
EMILY: No, really Sis. They say girls are naturally better at it. Well, you're proof that's not true.
I could picture it in my head. Our little sister had at least some experience with girls, but Blake was a newbie. She'd be reluctant with her tongue; eager to please her insatiable little sister. I was the same, and maybe we could have a little contest with Emily at some point. The possibilities were endless, but I didn't let myself get distracted from Em's little tell-all.
EMILY: Anyways! Blakey asked if we could watch a movie. A dirty movie.
ME: Woah, Blake! I would have never thought.
BLAKE: Oh, please, like you guys never have...
ME: I'm an angel.
EMILY: Whatever, Bro... I've stood outside your door while you jacked off.
ME: What?