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Three to Play 1/4
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THREE TO PLAY
My older sister, Jessica, had changed since her brief marriage
and subsequent divorce. My parents pretended not to notice, perhaps
because they preferred a quiet, distantly dutiful daughter to the
wild woman who'd eloped out of a second story window two years
before. My reasons for missing the old Jessica were predictably
selfish. With my sister seriously calmed down, my parents had more
time to concentrate on my sexual indiscretions.
At the time I'm talking about, I had just become involved with
two different girls. Samantha was a "nice" girl from my college
classes with a seemingly tireless mouth, and Dianne was a local
resident townie with humongous tits and a "nasty" attitude to match.
Neither girl knew about the other one, although it took some
interesting juggling to keep it that way.
The situation came to a head when my parents left town for the
weekend, and I made the mistake of mentioning it to both Samantha
and Dianne. Both girls separately came up with the idea of dropping
by for a "surprise" visit. Well, it was a surprise, all right. My
face got slapped from both sides before the two of them stomped out
in different directions. Jessica heard the commotion, of course. She
slipped down the stairs when it had quietened down, only to find me
sitting on the sofa with my head in my hands.
"You've got to slow down, Mark," she said as she sat next to me
and draped a comforting arm about my shoulders.
It wasn't meant to be a sexual gesture, but I'm a healthy man of
22 and Jessica wasn't wearing anything except the nearly-transparent
silk kimono that was practically her uniform around the house. When
she was that close to me, I couldn't help but see the dark outline
of her proud nipples through the thin fabric.
"I'm too young to slow down, Sis" I grumbled, turning slightly.
My face was much too close to those tempting tits, which appeared
to be a pair that could stand up to Dianne's any day of the week. I
tried to hold my breath for a moment, but I couldn't stop myself
from becoming a little dizzy from the musky scent of my sister's
perfume.
Jessica shivered, and the fine hairs on her bare arm stood up. I
found myself wondering when she'd last had sex. My older sister had
been a once-a-day woman before her marriage, but lately she hadn't
even been bothering to answer the phone. Her fingers tightened their
grip slightly on my shoulder as I moved a fraction closer.
"Those were my plans for the weekend that just walked out the
front door," I whispered. "And I know that you haven't been going
out for a long time. So, what are we going to do to entertain
ourselves, sister dear?"
"Not what you're thinking!" Jessica snatched back her arm and
gave me a sudden shove. The very intensity of her action and the sly
grin on her face told me that she'd been secretly, guiltily
considering the same thing I was.
"Why not? We're both horny. No one will ever know."
She stood, clasping her arms in a bundle in front of her abundant
boobs. "It isn't right!"
"And it is right to flash your naked body at me through that
filmy robe? It's right to make the spunk build up in my balls until
they're ready to explode?"
Her lower lip pouted out in a soft, sensuous gesture. It was a
pose, one I could easily see through. She wanted me to think that
she could resist me, but she also wanted me to find her
irresistible. It was a dangerous game that my sister was playing
Do I really make the spunk build up in your balls, little
brother?" she asked. "Or is that just a line you spin to all your
women ?"
"Come here, and let me show you, Sis!"
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