Carter Sprague

My Sisters And I

ONE

It all began when I was awakened from a snooze in the sun and looked around to see my cousin George fucking Anita right alongside me. For a few moments, while I recovered my sleep-slowed wits, I didn't know what I was looking at… I thought they were just rough housing, the way we kids always had when we were together on the island, summers.

Then I saw that Anita's scarlet bikini bottom was lying on the sand and that she had her knees up and wide apart and that he was planted right between them with his pimply buttocks bobbing up and down like a pair of speckled peaches as he drove his cock in and out of her hole. It was wet and white and stiff as a ramrod each time he pulled it halfway out and rammed it back into her. Evidently the fluid that covered it had spread to his balls, for they were sugared with sand.

Anita was poking her pelvis up to meet his trusts halfway, and both of them were grunting and moaning as if they had prime bellyaches. It was the sounds they were making that had wakened me from my snooze in the sun. George's black trunks were down around his ankles, and Anita was holding her bright red bikini top in her left hand.

I opened my mouth to yell something at them, then shut it. I had never seen two people fucking before and the sight both appalled and fascinated me. I felt my balls tighten up and a wave of sick excitement grab my stomach muscles. Then I got a hard-on so big and fast that I thought it would run right through my trunks. The constriction of the double-thick cloth made it hurt so much that I let out a yelp of pain.

Just then Anita and George stepped up the action and he began jamming his cock into her so hard that I thought her cunt was going to swallow his balls. I looked up a little and saw how her beautiful breasts were squashed flat under his weight and then glanced at her face which was turned toward me… and saw her shining black eyes looking full at me, fully aware of my reaction and full of mischievous laughter.

Then she did something wild with her bottom and locked her legs around George's buttocks and began drumming on them with her heels. He rammed himself all the way into her cunt and stiffened and let out a loud “Jesus Christ!” as he poured his sperm into her guts.

They lay still for a minute or so then George pulled out of her, making the damnedest thock-Hock sound, like a cork being pulled out of a bottle of machine oil. His prick was still soaking wet and a heavy drop of white stuff, like a white bead, formed and then dripped from its tip and made a little dark clot in the rumpled sand beneath them.

He looked down at its dwindling length and said, “Jesus,” and took his right hand and squeezed more jizzum out of it. Then he lifted it and saw the sand encrusting his nuts and made a face and got up and looked and saw that I was awake. He grinned like a satisfied tomcat and said, “Hey! It's about time you woke up, Jeff. How long you been watching us ball?”

I said, “Long enough.” Then I began to get mad and said, “Why'd you have to go and do that? You're always getting us into trouble.”

It was true. Cousin George had been getting my sisters and me into jams every time he came to the island to visit… and this was his third year. He was seventeen now, older than all of us kids except Darlene who was eighteen. I'm sixteen and Anita's fifteen and Francie's fourteen and Jeanie's twelve. Anita isn't really my sister… she was already there when my father married her mother after our real mother ran away with Mr. Dobson and got the divorce. If that sounds kind of mixed up, it is. But we manage to live with it pretty well. Missie (her real name is Maria Juanita Alvarez y O'Brien) is beautiful and cooks great and keeps Dad happy, which is more than our real mother did… she mostly got smashed and beefed about things all the time.

Cousin George comes from Camden, New Jersey, and he likes to raise hell… as long as somebody else gets in trouble over it and pays for it. The first year he was here, he found a patch of marijuana over on the west side of the island and showed us how to make tea. Darlene and I got caught smoking under the boathouse and that's the only time Dad ever whaled the daylights out of any of us.

Last year, he bribed Lopez the boatman to bring some pulque over from Baja, and again Darlene and I got caught. We were always allowed to drink wine and beer, but hard liquor was strictly off bounds… and we got so smashed we passed out in the copse at the south cove and they searched for us and found us when we didn't come home for dinner. We were barred from all the fun over Labor Day weekend, which is the big deal for our family and my allowance was cut for six months.

Now here he was, fucking Anita… and I could smell trouble right away and knew, somehow, that most of it was going to fall on me and Darlene, maybe, no matter who started it. So I began to beef. But George just grinned at me. He has straight straw-colored hair that sticks out in front of his forehead and his face is bright red with acne. If I were a girl, I'd run a mile from him, but for some reason girls go for him… maybe because of that big dong I was looking at right then, He said, “You call this trouble? Maybe I ought to charge you a tuition fee for a course in sex education.” He tried to dust the sand off his balls again, then said, “Oh, shit,” and trotted down into the water.

Anita was sitting up when I looked her way, getting ready to put her bikini top back on. She was one teen-ager who really needed a top. She had breasts like a pair of ripe canteloupe halves and nipples like twin garnets jutting out from the middle of them. She was dark-skinned anyway, and a summer in the hot Lower California sun had turned her a satin-smooth dark brown. She was the prettiest girl I had ever seen and she knew I thought so. Suddenly, as she reached up her back to fasten the top, she went shy. She said, “I suppose you think I'm awful, Jeff.”

“I don't know what to think… I just wish you hadn't done it with George.”

“Why not with George?” The devil was gleaming right in back of her half-lowered eyelids with their great long lashes. “Would you rather it were you?”

There she sat, half facing me, with her knees wide apart and her dripping cunt staring at me like a third eye, pale pink beneath the patch of curly black steel wool, frosted with grains of sand like George's balls before he went in the water. I had to swallow twice before I could say, “I don't know… shit, maybe I do.”

“I'd a lot rather it was you,” she said, her round little face solemn and lovely. “It could have been, you know… any time.”

I knew… oh, how I knew. Ever since she came into my life, the adorable little minx had been deviling me… nuzzling me, rubbing those terrific soft curves against me, kissing me at every opportunity, making it plain that her love for me was no sisterly thing. I'd been fighting her off, feeling noble on account of some goof-ball idea I had she deserved the treatment of a sister… also, because I was scared shitless. Now I felt like at least seventeen kinds of an idiot. I'd only let George get her… dirty old George with all those pimples and the mean, dirty mind.

She put out a tiny hand and touched my knee and said, “It's not as if I were really your sister, Jeff. It wouldn't be like… well, incest.”

“Wouldn't it?” I asked. I knew what incest was, of course, but it was a stupid question, because then I had no idea what it was like.

George came trotting up then and picked up his trunks and said, “Let's go up to the house. I'm hungry.”

“You go ahead,” said Anita. “I want to talk to Jeff.”

Their eyes locked and then his shifted to me and he grinned, a knowing, non-nice grin. I started to get up to go with him, but Anita laid a finger on my forearm and, so help me, I couldn't move. He pulled on his trunks and walked slowly off up the beach and disappeared around the point fifty yards away. Anita waited until he was out of sight and said, “Why do you think I let him do it here? I wanted you to see it.”

“You must be crazy!”

“I am… I'm crazy for you. I always have been.”

“You sure took a funny way of showing it,” I said. I was feeling like hell. I knew I should run a mile but there was this wide-open cunt right in front of me, all surrounded by Anita, and I couldn't.

“I tried everything else,” she said and she looked as if she felt like hell too.

I felt my jock start to rise again and got up and ran for the water. I didn't trust myself another minute with her then… and the thought of taking George's wet seconds was more than I could bear. I was still a virgin at sixteen, which made me something of a rarity in this generation, and I didn't want it to go that way, much as I wanted my stepsister.

I hit the water in a hard flat dive and swam out to the reef two hundred feet off shore in the gulf. I don't know whether it was because my stiff prick worked like a sea anchor and slowed me down or because Anita can swim like an eel, but when I came up for air, sputtering, she was already there, glittering wet and smiling at me like a dark nymph off one of the ancient Greek vases in the museum back home.

She said, “I saw what happened to you… I saw it the first time I looked, when George and I were…”

I said, “So maybe I am human.”

She said, “Oh, you're human, all right, I always knew that. See…?”

She moved close against me and our wet bodies meshed, and then I could feel her hand snaking inside the top of my briefs, reaching for my dong and gripping it… and my dong leaping to life like a frightened faun. Encircling my body with her left arm, she lifted the full little flower of her lips to kiss mine and, for the first time, I realized that Anita was nude. As I became aware of this, and of those burgeoning and beautiful curves pressing against my own bare torso, I forgot about everything else and pulled her tightly to me… and felt my cock spring free from the constraint of my own brief trunks as her busy little right hand pulled them down to my knees.

We were waist-deep in the smooth warm water and she climbed me like a totem pole, lifting her soft round rump until it was above the tip of my cock and then, with her legs locked around my waist, reaching down and underneath to direct its head into the gateway of her cunt. Then she pushed herself down on it, leaning backward as she did so, until it was buried to the hilt in her already well-oiled tunnel of love. Looking up at me with a rapt and radiant expression, she said softly, “At Uutt…!”

Anita never looked more beautiful than at that movement and certainly she never felt more beautiful to me. How the hell does anyone describe his first piece of arse? It's so completely different from what we are led to expect. It's like penetrating an elastic cylinder of velvet mush that suddenly develops rippling muscles and contractions and counterthrusts… except that it isn't like that at all. The best way I can think of is to say that it's the first time anybody finds himself truly part of another living being… and vice versa.

I'd moused around after school for the last three years or so. I'd sucked a lot of tits and I'd poked my fingers in a lot of pussies and I'd even had one girl who liked to jerk me off while I diddled her… but all that was so much flat beer after I really got my prick into Anita that first time. I'd heard it described as heaven in a lot of stories and songs, and for the first time I knew what the writers meant. It was all of that….

Anita let herself lay back on the water with her legs locked around me and her billowing boobs and arching belly curving up at me… and I didn't give a damn anymore about her letting George fuck her a few minutes before and about getting his wet seconds. I was home… and how! Then, keeping her leg-lock around my rump, she began to pull in and push out, using the muscles of her satin-sleek brown thighs and lower legs for leverage, and I could feel electricity charge through me in waves of pleasure. I got the idea quick enough, and grabbed one of her round little buttocks in each hand and began to grind her against my loins in circles.

Something happened inside her, as if I had used a cattle goad instead of my prick, and she began to make waves as she agitated her cunt more wildly and began to utter little rhythmic moans of mounting delight each time our hairs met when we socked it to each other. The inside of her pussy was getting as wet as the water surrounding us, but her waters were a lot warmer than even the shallow, sun-swept gulf. I knew what was happening all right, and I didn't give a damn. All I knew was that I was one hell of a lot happier than I had ever been in my life.

Then she really went wild and I felt the surge of my own semen start, deep in my loins. I bucked into her harder, and she made a wild gyration just as I pulled back and my cock rose right out of the water, clear of its tunnel and rampant as any unicorn's horn. Anita uttered a gasp and grabbed it with both hands poking her cunt up above the surface and pushing down on my dong so that it funneled right down back into her, then locked herself around me, grinding in close, so that there was no chance of its happening again. One good thing about our little accident… I had been on the verge of shooting my wad, but the loss of cunt-contact and the comparatively cool water had slowed me down… so I proved to be no Hair-trigger Jack on my first time out, or in.

It took another few minutes to get me back up to that pitch again, and in that time I thought Anita was going to lose her mind. She kept getting crazier and crazier and more and more terrific. She cried out in Spanish and then in English… words I didn't know she knew in any language… not merely the usual “shit,” “fuck,” and “cunt” type thing but intricate oaths involving various saints in all sorts of wild forms of sex. Then it was getting close to time again, and this time I lifted my hands from her rump and grabbed her by either side of the waist and held her tight against me and blew my full charge right up into her womb. She wriggled like a gaffed fish and her nails dug into my shoulder blades and I felt the nip of her teeth on my chest. Then it was over, and she was sobbing against me and murmuring, “Mother of God, Mother of God…!” and massaging my back as if she were rubbing a washboard.

I felt my prick begin to wilt inside her and tried to lift her off so we could get clear… but she went into a spasm and locked herself around me, holding on tight with her arms and legs and putting her cunt into a rhumba that would have revived a mummified Egyptian pharaoh. I didn't think I had anything left, but it took only a few seconds to convince me that most of the stuff I had picked up from my peer group or learned about in sex education was all wrong… at least where Anita and I were concerned. They suggested that rest was needed between fucks and that a man and woman should separate and caress gently and perhaps sleep until their powers were restored. They also claimed that a woman's peaks become increasingly milder and more widely spaced as she goes on with it. It wasn't like that with either Anita or me… not that first time or any of the others. I discovered what I've since learned a lot of men either never learn or can't accomplish… that I could come twice without having to leave the velvet-lined loving cup. At first I made a move to push her away, but when my prick leapt to attention again inside her, I dug right in and began driving it right up into her guts as hard as I could.

As for Anita's orgasms growing weaker and more widely spaced… that was a cartful of crap, too. If anything, she came faster and faster and harder and harder until I thought she was going to kill herself from the exertion. She dug into me with everything she had… boobs, belly, cunt, legs, arms, feet, fingernails, and teeth. She was really wild. At first, while her pussy was full of my first discharge, it was so slick and slippery I thought my cock would slip out again… but she took good care that it didn't, hanging herself right around its base, with its tip buried way up inside her and grinding around and around and then back and forth and then sideways until her own fluids had swallowed up mine and she was deliciously sticky and sweet inside once more.

After a bit, I began to feel the strain in my belly muscles… after all, even with the support of the salt water, I was carrying a lot of her weight… so I slowed down a little. She went into frantic gyrations, as if she feared I was going to stop, but I grabbed her buttocks again and slowed her down and just let it rest there inside her while she wriggled like a trout on a hook. She finally lost her fear of my dropping out of the game and lay back herself on the water and let us just stay joined all the way without moving. She looked up at me and her bright black eyes were sunken and dulled with passion and she let out a little sigh and said, “Isn't it lovely?”

Then a bit of sand under my left heel was displaced by the weight put upon it and I was forced to shift position slightly or lose my balance and louse up the whole wonderful scene… and that caused a reaction by both of us right where it counted the most, where my whole prick was imbedded in her beautiful crotch. She uttered a sound that was half sigh and half gasp and then grabbed my arms and pulled herself against me and again went into that wonder rumba that had jacked me off the first time so beautifully. For a couple of seconds, when this maneuver caused a bit of salt water to get into her cunt, I thought my prong was going to be skinned alive… but, once again, the flow of her juices came to the rescue and we were off to the damnedest races I had ever enjoyed till then.

It took me even longer to come, of course, and with my climax slower and hers coming faster, it was right out of this world and into some crazy orbit around the moon. Man, we really flew before-after what seemed an eternity of delight-I felt the irresistible surge gathering somewhere inside the roots of my testicles and jammed her down on my cock so hard I thought the beak of her pelvic bone, buried beneath the soft, hair-covered Venus mound, was going to break my pelvis. She sensed what was coming, of course, from the way my dong expanded and began to throb in her tunnel, and then she did the damnedest thing. She seemed to tighten her entire cunt, from far inside at the womb entrance, to the little pink lips at its outer gates. She clamped it around me so tightly that I had a wild thought of Poe's story, The Pit and the Pendulum… only my prick was the pendulum trapped in the pit. I thought at first the pressure she put on it would crush it, but somehow my tool survived and then a whole new sensation of pleasure swept slowly outward from my cock and began to pervade my whole body.

Green as I was, I knew this was something special, and I dug my fingers into her buttocks and wedged both of my thumbs inside the tight little rim of her arsehole and stretched it apart. She gave a little dry of anguished delight and jumped, relaxing her cunt-grip on my dong and then tightening it still more. But the second of relaxation had given my jizzum time to rush upward toward its appointed goal, and then she was hanging on for dear life and pumping up and down on my prick until I jammed her all the way onto it again and let her have the full benefit of what my first explosion had left me… which was plenty.

She gasped, “Oh, my God!” and fainted and I staggered and fell over sideways, carrying her under water with me. It brought her back to consciousness, of course, and we caught our breath and then fished for my trunks and her bra, which she had worn out from the beach and discarded only when she caught up with me.

We barely made it back to the beach and had to lie there on the sand for an hour or more before we recovered the strength to go up to the house and put on some clothes for dinner.

TWO

That evening I looked at my father with new eyes as he sat at the head of the table, dishing out the food Missie had prepared. Until now I had always taken him for granted. But after my initiation on the reef with Anita, I realized what a lot of man he was… massive, red-bearded, obviously virile as a goat. I wondered about him in bed with Missie, dark, passionate, beautiful, a grown-up version of her daughter, who sat demurely across from me, acting as if nothing at all had happened.

Without closing my eyes, I could visualize Dad and Missie, naked, thrashing around on the huge bed in their room, his big prick imbedded in her cunt in a thrusting, gasping, sobbing tangle of limbs, rolling and rocking in the grip of their ardor. Then I tried to visualize Dad with my real mother and quickly withdrew the thought because I simply couldn't make it.

Then Cousin George snapped me out of it, saying, “Give Jeff another helping. He's great for seconds.” I offered my plate to be passed up the line for another helping. Darlene, on my left, took it and handed it on to Dad, who dished out another helping from the big earthenware pot. As usual, on Tuesday, it was a stew made up of the Sunday roast. As it came back, George, bless his dirty little heart, said, “It's a good thing Jeff goes for leftovers, too.”

I tried to think of some kind of comeback to put George in his place, but couldn't think of anything that wouldn't spill the fact I had fucked Anita that afternoon. So I just looked at George who returned my gaze mockingly. He and I had never actually come to blows, but we'd been close a number of times. Now I knew I was going to have to whale the tar out of him… and soon. I knew I could outfight him, just as I was pretty sure I could outfuck him after what had happened out on the reef. I was bigger and stronger and faster, even if he was a year older. I knew that he hadn't even made the tiddlywinks team at his school back East, while I was slated to play fullback at my own school in the San Fernando Valley.

What surprised me was Darlene. She snapped at George, “Quit picking on Jeff, if you know what's good for you.”

Majestic at the head of the table, Dad looked down at us and rumbled, “If you've got any arguing to do, do it outside… not in this house and not at table.”

I glanced at Missie, saw that she was regarding me with open speculation, and thought, Oh-oh, I'd better be careful. Missie may not have been the best-informed woman in the world, but when it came to human relationships, she was wise. Then I felt Darlene's hand on my thigh. She squeezed and I looked at her, and read a message in her hazel eyes I couldn't quite decipher. She was trying to tell me something… but what? I decided I'd find out soon enough, so I just looked at her, seeing her with new eyes in the light of my afternoon's experience.

Before, she had been just big sis… now I realized she was one hell of an attractive woman… tall, willowy, with long, red hair. Freckles peeped through the suntan of her lovely face. I wondered what it would be like to be in her pants and if anyone had been there yet… and then I saw her turn pink beneath the tan and the freckles and turn her attention back to her plate. What the hell was she trying to tell me…? And when would I find out?

I looked back at Anita and caught her regarding me. As she caught my eyes, she winked. I decided one thing right then and there as I winked back. I was going to get more of what I had gotten from her that afternoon, come hell or high water… a lot more of it!

I thought I'd never get to sleep when I went to bed at nine as usual, laying there, reliving those marvelous orgasms and what I knew had to be wonderful fucking in spite of my inexperience. I'd heard enough talk about it at school and around to know it wasn't often like that. I blessed Anita for being what she was and then lost the whole thing as the sandman arrived and did his job.

I was awakened by a dream that a kitten was romping all over me, to discover that it was real. Somebody was in bed with me, somebody soft and definitely female. I reached for the light switch but a hand stayed my arm and a soft voice whispered, “Don't… you'll wake the rest of them up.”

It was Darlene. She was naked as I was and since my bed on the island is only a cot we were as close together as two people can get… well, almost. She had looked willowy in a bikini, but, naked, her breasts were a lot fuller than I had suspected. I touched them, then cupped one in my hand and felt a shiver run the length of her beautiful body. Her lips were mere inches from mine and her breath was perfumed as she whispered, “I'd like to kill both of them.”

“Both of who?”

“George and Anita, for what they did to you on the beach.”

It caught me off guard. I asked, “What do you know about it?”

She said, “Francie and I saw the whole thing. We were on our way to join you when George started screwing Anita… that chiseling little Latin chippie!”

“Was that what you were trying to tell me at dinner?”

“Not all of it, Jeff darling.” Her arms slid around me, supple as two snakes, and her lips were suddenly crushed to mine, her tongue darting in and out of my mouth like a dancing flame. I was still sleepy, but I couldn't help responding. I put my own tongue to work and played with her bubbies until the nipples stood up like little pricks, and then I dropped a hand to her pussy and explored its design and discovered that whoever said women were all alike upside down was a bald-faced liar. Where Anita's cunt was set deep in her crotch, close to her asshole, Darlene's was well up front and center… and the patch of hair above it was soft and silken where Anita's was like steel wool.

I dug into her with my fingers and felt for the button and found it and her juices began to flow around my hand, sweet and wet and hot. I could feel her body flutter again as she came a little. She gasped and stiffened and pulled her lips clear and I had a sudden restraining thought and said, “Are you sure you want to go through with it?”

Her answer was a quick hug that all but broke my ribs. She whispered, her voice hot and fierce, “I've been wanting this for two whole years, darling, never mind if it's right or wrong. After what I saw this afternoon, wild bulldozers couldn't stop me.” She reached down and fondled my prick which had risen and was ready for the fray. She all but crooned over it while she caressed it and I began finger-fucking her again. She said, “I've been planning this ever since last summer when I saw you get a hard-on at the beach one day… and to think that filthy little cunt got ahead of me.”

I knew there was some dissension between Darlene and Anita, but I had never suspected it ran so deep. It was, I discovered, to be a night of many surprises.

She whispered, “That beautiful prick, so clean and pure as Sir Galahad's lance… and she had to spoil it!”

“It doesn't feel spoiled to me,” I said.

“Oh, darling, I didn't mean that. It's beautiful!”

So help me, then she bent over and kissed its tip and then took the head into her mouth and began lipping and tonguing it gently while she palmed my balls and ran her thumb and forefinger around the base. I knew right then somebody had been in Darlene's pants and I was glad. I knew about blow jobs, naturally, but except for that one time in L.A., my acquaintance was at best secondhand. Now, with Darlene performing on my prick like a great clarinetist, I quickly discovered that I might as well have been a virgin that way too.

She licked, she sucked, she nibbled with her teeth, she made a cunt of her beautiful mouth and pumped up and down on my rod until it grew taller and thicker than ever before… all the time giving its base and my balls a gentle massage with her fingers and palm that sent shivers of sheer delight racing the length of my spine. More important, she sensed when I was ready to spurt and withdrew briefly, lifting her lips and hand from my throbbing dong and looking up at me with a silent laugh of happiness.

“I love doing this,” she whispered. “Isn't it awful?”

I said, “Awful isn't exactly the word for what I'm feeling.” I reached for her wonderful mop of red hair and pushed her mouth back over my cock and she got to work again… and when she tried to pull clear after a couple of minutes I held her there forcibly while the sperm rushed up from the balls she was gripping and exploded from the tip of my rod, deep in her gullet. When I finally released her, some of my jizzum was running down the side of her chin, and I pulled her close and kissed it clean, relishing the salty warmth of my own semen.

Then her lips were on mine again and she was crowding her soft, exciting curves against my naked body and our tongues went into their tango. Suddenly she pulled clear and reached for my still-stiff and throbbing cock and said, “Isn't it supposed to lie down and rest for a while?”

“If you really watched me with Anita this afternoon, you know better,” I told her.

She grimaced and said, “That part of the action was mostly under water, so I couldn't really see what went on. But, goodness, darling, you're the first boy I've fucked who can make it twice without stopping… not to mention for the second time in the same day.”

“Don't knock it,” I told her.

“Who's knocking?” She laughed silently again and once again her hungry lips and tongue sought mine… and found them for the most exciting kiss I had ever known till then. We lay there, side by side, for a while, with only my rigid cock between us and it was very sweet but fast becoming more than I could bear. Sister or no sister, things had gone too far to pull back… I had to get that aching prick into her body and let nature take its course.

Darlene apparently was of the same mind, for she stalled me, wriggling her body upward against me without breaking our kiss, and then sliding my joystick right up into her deliciously sopping wet cunt until our hairs met and mingled in a double mat of delight… all without having to put me in the saddle, thanks to the position of her cunt. She sighed and removed her lips from mine and said, “I used to think there was something wrong with me… having my pussy so far forward.”

I said, “But now you know better.”

She laughed again and wriggled against me and said, “Oh, do I know better!”