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NOTICE:
This story contains detailed and explicit descriptions of
sexual activity. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if
you are offended by such material, or if this kind of
material is illegal where you live, then DO NOT READ THIS!
This story is copyright 1999-2000 by the author, all rights
reserved. It may not be reproduced or distributed without
express written permission of the author.
PUBLICATION NOTICE:
On April 1, 2000, you will be able to purchase a book of 30
of my stories at:
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Sisters
by Sidney Durham
Copyright 1999, all rights reserved.
"How was your day?"
She grinned at me as she took a seat on the couch, tucking
her legs up and letting her lovely knees peek out from under
the short robe. "I had a good day," she said, re-wrapping
the towel around her wet hair.
"Meaning?"
She picked up the drink I'd fixed her while she was in the
shower and took a sip. Then she moved, sliding across the
couch to nestle under my arm. I caressed her shoulder
slowly to let her know I was glad she was home.
"I got the portfolio up almost two percent today. Not bad,
considering the market was down."
I touched her chest with a forefinger, just at the top of
the curving of her breast. "I'll never understand why you
like that kind of pressure," I said. "I mean, managing
money for other people would be just too stressful."
"I don't know," she said, resting her head on my shoulder
and dropping a warm palm to my thigh. "At least the stuff I
do can't kill and maim people."
"I don't kill people," I complained, moving my finger into
the well between her breasts.
"It's those bridges your company builds," she said. "One of
them could fall and kill people." She took another sip of
her drink and turned slightly, moving so that her breast
eased into my palm. Her nipple had budded.
"That would be the designer's fault," I said. "We build
them the way they're designed." I caressed her softness and
my cock lifted.
She moved her hand up my thigh and touched me. "Hmm," she
said, moving her hand slowly, tracing me with a forefinger.
"Well, nobody's life is in danger in what I do."
"Did you call Roberta?" I asked, changing the subject.
Her hand closed on me, warming me through my sweats. "She's
such a twit," she said. "Sometimes it's hard to believe
she's my sister."
I traced my finger down her stomach, lifting the bottom edge
of her robe and sneaking inside. Her fur was cool, damp
from the shower. "Remember, I dated her first," I said.
"Until you got smart," she said, shifting slightly to give
me access. I cupped her mounded vulva, warming it.
"Anyway, she can't come. She and her latest boyfriend are
going out of town next weekend."
"That's the guy with the Ph.D. and the long hair? No wonder
she can't come. He's a nerd."
She squeezed my cock and some fluid moved, lubricating me.
I slipped a finger between her puffy labia and found a warm
wet place for it.
She moved her hips. "Mmm. Yeah, that's the guy. I meant
she can't come this weekend, silly. Oh, there. Press there.
She says he has a big cock."
"Bullshit," I said, stroking her tight clit.
Efficiently opening the top of my sweats, she flipped out my
cock. "I guess we'd have to ask her how you compare," she
said, looking at me appraisingly.
"I told you, I never fucked her."
"Right. And the bear doesn't shit in the woods. My sister
never met a guy she didn't fuck." She pulled away from my
hand and rolled, straddling me. "She says you fucked her on
the first date."
"Wishful thinking," I grunted as she slid over me, quickly
taking my cock into her warm wetness.
"Ahh, well, that's what she says. Mmm. Too bad."
"Too bad what?" I slipped her robe off her shoulders and
nibbled her breasts.
"Too bad you didn't fuck her."
"Okay." I said.
She moved on me, raising and lowering herself. "Okay, ooh,
okay what?"
"I fucked her. Once."
"Where?"
"In the cunt."
She punched me and ground her hips, bending my cock. "That's
not what I meant. Where did you fuck her?"
"In your bedroom." I sucked on a nipple.
"Where was I?" she asked, leaning forward to press her
breast against my face.
"Around somewhere, I guess," I said, grabbing her tight ass
and pulling her against me.
She ground her hips, rubbing her clitoris against my pubic
bone. Her pussy clenched, squeezing my cock. "Ahh. Where?"
she grunted. She clenched on me again.
"Stop that," I said. "You'll make me come."
"Where was I?"
"Sitting on my face." I pressed up, deepening myself.
"Don't you dare come. I was sitting on your face?"
"Yup."
"And she was... Ooh. She was fucking you behind my back?"
"Literally."
"Ohgod." I felt her coming. She fell forward, nestling her
head on my shoulder. "Oh, shit. Really? You fucked my
sister behind my back? While you were eating my pussy?"
"Well, it could have been somebody else," I said. "I
couldn't see." Her bottom had lifted, giving me some room,
and I stroked in and out a few times.
"Don't come," she said. "Are you telling the truth? You
were eating my pussy and my fucking sister --"
"Fucked me." I stroked again. She was very slippery.
"Let me get this straight: We were in my bedroom, you were
eating me, and my sister came in --"
"-- and found us. She crept over to the bed and straddled
me and grabbed my cock and --"
"-- stuck it in herself?"
"Yup."
She dropped her bottom, sitting on my thighs again. "Stop
humping me like that. You'll come. And she fucked you? I
don't believe a word of this."
"She did it. Ask her."
"Well, who came first?"
"She did. And then she left. Well, you were on, maybe,
your third time by then, so I guess you came first."
She raised her ass again. "Did you?"
"Did I come? No, I haven't come yet." I stroked some more.
"Uhnh. I told you, stop humping me. Stop. Stop.
Stophumpingme. I meant, did you come when my sister fucked
you?"
"I'm about to come."
"Oh."
"Shit," I said, squirting into her.
"Ogod," she muttered. She ground her hips and joined me.
"Sorry," I said.
"For what?"
###
Sisters, Copyright 1999-2000, Sidney Durham, all rights
reserved.
Comments welcome! SidneyDurham@springmail.com
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