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"So I fucked a girl," my sister started slowly. "And I liked it."

That Jennifer took such a serious confession and turned it into a line from a pop song said more about the close-knit nature of our relationship as sisters than the tolerance our small Texas town.

For us, it wasn't weird even lying in bed next to her. The room we once shared with two twin-sized beds now felt too big as we lay next to each other in a queen. Still, there was a tone of apprehension in her voice, and I could see her smaller breasts heave next to me as she held her breath, anxiously awaiting my reply.

"Tell me how you did it," I part asked part demanded of my sister Jennifer.

"You don't want to know why?"

"I know why," I retorted. "Because Katie Perry said so."

And with that, whatever trepidation Jennifer might have had about telling me disappeared.

"Well how about asking with whom?"

I perked up.

I latched onto the implication immediately.

"Do I know her?"

"Yes," Jennifer smiled, letting her chin drop in mock embarrassment.

"Who?"

"Either you'll never be able to imagine it, or you'll never be able to stop imagining it."

I had assumed Jennifer to come home from college with another steamy sex story to share, this time about some first time as a freshman experimenting with another female. Some stranger that I would never think about her with, not that I would have to imagine the shape of her supple and sensual body. I had never considered myself a lesbian or bi, though I could always acknowledge how attractive I found some women, like for instance, Katie Perry, and of course how drop-dead gorgeous Jennifer always seemed to look.

"Come on, just tell me."

"We'll use your head for a second and think about the one girl we both know who went with me to Austin for college."

I knew she was talking about instantly. Heather Ward, the most basic bitch ever to twirl a pom-pom for our high school. The problem with teenage girls, I've concluded from experience and my own emotional observation, is that everyone assumes there is a line when one girl is necessarily bullying the other, when both can occur simultaneously. Heather and Jennifer had that kind of relationship, and I guess now a very different one. And I caught myself feeling an inexplicable twinge of jealousy at their new perceived closeness in college.

When she was in high school, everything was always Heather's fault. It was the clear cause of the snarky sniping and callous cutting remark uttered in front of the volleyball team. But my best memories of high school were playing on a team together, even if I only got to share the spotlight with my much more assertive and popular older sister.

Now she had graduated and spent a year gallivanting across her college campus, coming home late now to share seductive and scandalous stories about all the things she could get away with. She was out from Daddy's roof, and I found myself ticking down the school semester with a greater sense of senioritis than any of my other friends.

While everyone else had nostalgic experiences in the final days of their friendships with the fair-weather friends, I already had one foot out of the door, my acceptance letter in hand. And now I found myself worried that the one person I wanted to see again every day would no longer have time for me now that she was dating our worst frenemy.

Not that there was anything terrible to leave. Our father had always been there for us since our mother passed, and I tended to spend time at home as a Daddy's girl to compensate for my wilder sister. Technically, David was not a real father, who neither of us ever knew. Before she passed, our mom had led a wild, adventurous lifestyle, filled with different parties and different men. Though she wouldn't go into details, she had spent the better part of the nineties involved with bands like Pearl Jam and the Counting Crows, somehow turning her vibrant sexuality into financial security for two girls.

She raised us on her own, absent any discernible male parental figure. 

Dave came along when we were starting junior high, and Jennifer originally hated his guts. They argued and fought endlessly over every little thing until mom got sick. Then everything changed. I like to think it made Mom happy at the end, knowing that people she loved above everything else finally accepted each other as family. It certainly changed our dynamic. In a few short months, her stepfather went from Dave or David, said with a sneer and the eye-roll characteristic of disobedient defiant teenage girls, to Dad or Daddy, spoken with the loving affection usually absent in households with a teenager.

But Dad had stayed true to his word and kept on. Despite the many aggravations Jennifer created for him, he never acted as though he was anything other than our rightful parent. I still remember last year when a police officer caught Jennifer and her boyfriend at the time half-naked in a parked car near the lake, bringing her home wrapped in a blanket, her matching red bra and panties clearly visible underneath the blanket the police officer hastily wrapped around her.

Dad didn't yell or even raise his voice. That early strife from the unacknowledged competition between the two of them over our mother's affection evaporated into a mutual understanding and shared loss.

I never really needed acted out like Jennifer. Maybe it was more because she was the inspiration for anything daring or bold I ever chanced. Growing up, she always coaxed me into whatever activity she found interesting. She was the reason I started volleyball and since she had been gone there had been a tremendous hole in my life from losing my best friend, the one person who I would lay awake next to at night talking about everything.

But as usual, it was Jennifer dominating the conversation sharing sultry and sensual secrets about a girl she once referred to as the Queen bitch of MacArthur high. Not that Heather didn't deserve it. Before she went to college, Jennifer had cropped her dark hair into her idea of a cute little bob, something I never would've had the courage to pull off. Heather had responded our senior year in the most juvenile way, so that whenever the last name Little was called, she would whisper Dyke to her other blonde friends.

That the two had hooked up shocked me less and less as I processed it.

"So how did it happen?" I pressed. "You two like hate each other."

"You mean Heather kind of hates herself," Jennifer said casually, blowing a lock of hair out of her short hair out of her face. "She's actually really into me."

"Was she actually into you?" I teased. "I didn't know she had the right anatomy to be into you."

"You'd be surprised on how easy it is to make up for that," Jennifer said.

I instantly regretted the gesture I made as too obscene even for my sister. It spread my first two fingers and I be moved my tongue in between them in a crude and self-explanatory pantomime.

"Oh sure, but I wouldn't call that her main course," Jennifer dropped her eyes in a knowing sort of stare that made me flush with excitement.

"Come on, you have to tell me!"

Jennifer love to tease me with her stories like this. She knew I was inexperienced with sex, but I loved to listen, to hear about her stories, and to imagine her, her smaller breasts pressed against Heather's, the stereotypical large-chested blonde who thought she was prettier than everyone else.

Over the years, I had seen them change enough times before games to not need to imagine much. Despite having an extra bedroom, Jennifer and I had always shared a room since our mom passed. I knew every curve of my sister's body almost as well as my own, and it was hard not to picture the two of them together, my smaller sister using her hands to cup the others much larger breasts, Heather desperately grinding her wide hips against Jennifer's pouty lower lip, or at least that's how I imagined girls getting off with each other.

I was so wrong.

"I found this toy at Cindy's, it's a strapless strap-on. The one end of it goes inside of you, and the other goes inside the girl..."

"Wait, what?"

"Let me show you."

My heart raced up to my throat, pounding with excitement and anticipation. I knew Cindy's from the time Jennifer and I had gone together on my eighteenth birthday so that she could buy me a vibrator, a small unassuming toy that looked more like a pink robotic finger than a penis. What she brought out could not compare to the tiny little thing I had hidden underneath my underwear. It seemed massive as she drew it out of her bag, unwrapping it from a towel. It was almost U-shaped, with one of the ends distinctly smaller than the other. The longer end was phallic shaped, the other nub was small and a little bit thicker. For the life of me I couldn't figure out how the contraption worked.

"Oh my God!"

I couldn't help it sound like a Valley girl.

"I know, right!" Jennifer beamed, clearly proud of herself. "Heather had one of these, no wonder she doesn't need a man."

"Is it better?"

Jennifer gave a coy little smile.

"Oh God, yes... although there is something to be said for the actual feeling of flesh against yours."

"How would you know? I thought you always practiced safe sex with your boyfriends?"

At this Jennifer blushed.

"Well... Almost always..."

"So how does it work?" I forgot the details of the story, completely focused now on this new pleasure contraption in front of me.

She stood up, demonstrating for me as she spoke. I could see the outline of her nipples, braless in the white, nearly transparent nightgown in a way that I could never pull off without feeling the weight of my boobs. Unlike my sister, my tits were never unable to defy gravity in quite the same way, though they still had the pert, perkiness of an eighteen-year-old. She kind of flexed the toy in between her legs, the tight shorts the only thing preventing me from staring directly at my sister's sex.

"This part here, well let's say for instance we are about to fuck."

I let out a soft moan, unable to help it, imagining someone other than myself touching me finally, even if it was my sister. Something inside of me imagined her doing what she said to me. Her actually pulling up my long oversized T-shirt, pushing aside the plain white cotton panties, I wore underneath, and pushing this new toy inside of me.

It was all I could think about, especially as she spread her slender legs, pointing her crotch, barely covered by the white fabric. She pantomimed exactly where the smaller side would be inserted into her, giving every detail on exactly how she had taken Heather from behind, hate fucking her old rival as if enacting sexual revenge.

And all I could do was imagine my sister doing all that she described, dominating Heather like a bull dyke, watching her plump behind work in every inch of the silicone cock. Driving the toy deeper and deeper into herself as she begged for Jennifer's permission to have an orgasm.

I couldn't believe the depravity, the double standard of our high school frenemy, the girl who it wants to endlessly teased Jennifer about being a lesbian. From the way she described it, Heather was that everything more, begging to be spanked, to have her hair pulled, to be used in every conceivable way.

"Happened a few times after that, her always needing to be almost blackout drunk to even work up the courage but once she did, it was the same thing, me on top, pulling her by the ponytail, as her juicy ass bounced against my cock. Ha, that's still so funny to say."

She paused for a second.

"The last time felt a little too far. She asked me to choke her until she passed out. I didn't know at first, but the next thing I knew I had my hands around her throat, forcing her face down into the pillow as I went deeper and deeper -what are you doing?!"

I hadn't even realized it, but my hand was very obviously rubbing against my clit, making the counter-clockwise circle to get myself off. I turned beat red, overcome with embarrassment at having started to subtly masturbate myself listening to my sister's conquest of our high school rival over her spring semester at college.

"I-I'm, I don't know, I'm sorry," I could feel myself tearing up.

"It's okay to get a little carried away, I know I did," Jennifer smirked. "Besides is not the first time..."

"What?"

"Oh come on, we've shared a bedroom before, sis. I could tell you were going crazy before I went off to college, right after your birthday. You started squirming under the blankets, waking up with your panties around your ankles."

I couldn't help but think of how stupid I must have looked as my sister watched my unsuccessful attempts to get off discreetly in front of her. It was too much. A wave of embarrassment and shame seem to slap me in the face as I started to cry.

"Oh no, no no no no no, Maddie, I didn't mean it like that! Look, it's no big deal, and I mean, at least now you know why I noticed..."

I let out a forced laugh through a mixture of sobs.

"Oh come on," I said. "I'm not your type."

I'm sure I looked like hell, what was left of my makeup this close to bed had surely smeared and spread all over my face. At that moment, I felt the furthest thing from my sisters most recent conquest.

And I couldn't help but BLURT that out.

"I'm nothing like Heather," I almost set it to myself.

Almost.

"You're right," Jen said. "You are nothing like Heather."

She put her an arm around me, hugging me close.

"You're better than her in every way."

"Bullshit! I've never even had a lover, let alone you."

"Maybe you were just saving yourself for someone special," Jen said.

Her hand went to lock off my hair, coming it out of my face with a delicate movement. She cradled me with a tender loving embrace that crossed over the line of sisterly affection, holding my head against her shoulder, letting me stare down her lacy white nightgown at her breasts, just barely contained within the ill-fitting fabric.

Looking down, I could see the top part of her darker nipples, as I let my gaze linger from subtle glance to full-on "why don't you take a picture it will last longer" lust.

"Come on," I said, almost to her barely concealed boobs. "You wouldn't want a girl like me."

Jennifer stroked my hair softly, working her way from an index finger positioned perfectly behind my ear, soothing me until I found myself looking longingly into her eyes, hoping I saw the same look that Heather saw.

"Not a girl like you..." Jennifer paused.

She kissed me briefly before whispering in my ear.

"I'd want you..."

I didn't have time to think before her lips met mine as naturally as instinctively as effortlessly as anyone has ever been kissed. I tried not to show my inexperience, keeping my lips moving, responding to hers, but I was always a step or two behind. Our lips locked together at first, her barely tugging on my upper lip, gently easing her way into my mouth until her tongue met mine. I was surprised at how easy she made my first kiss, how simple it was to relax and let Jennifer lead. Her hands started to work their way down my shoulders.

Then she broke away.

"Are you sure?"

I took in a deep breath.

"I want you to show me," I said. "Show me you fucked Heather. Use me like her."

She brought me down gently but firmly with her hands, letting one hand with a way down my arm as she kissed me again, making me meet her eyes as we made out with her resting on top of me.

"I never wanted her... It's just a release from what I really needed. Who I really needed. I love you Maddie, I just never thought you wanted this."

"I could never bring myself to ask," I said as our mouths met again.

Her hands worked her way down my shirt, grabbing at my much larger breasts, one of the few things that Heather and I didn't have common. I wasn't wearing a bra underneath the large oversized nightshirt, and each of my breasts responded in turn as Jennifer explored my chest, already knowing exactly where to touch me. I could feel her fingers stimulating my nipples, making them hard as they needed my flesh underneath the fabric.

Her mouth moved her way down, kissing my neck, making me moan out in pleasure so loud that I thought our dad would certainly hear, but then I found that I couldn't stop myself. She sucked greedily at my neck, gently biting at the bare space of my shoulder, almost tearing away at the collar of the T-shirt so that she could stare down my bosom.

"You want to see my titties?"

"Titties," she started to laugh. "Maddie, I have titties. You've got big, beautiful boobs, honking knockers, full-grown sweater puppies."

"Sweater puppies?" I laughed too.

"I must've heard it somewhere," she shrugged. "Show me!"

"It is not like you haven't seen them before," I said, and it was true enough.

She helped me work the shirt past my head and shoulders, until my arms were all the way free. Then she looked down at my breasts like they had been unveiled to her for the first time. I had always worried my nipples looked off-colored, too light against my already pale and freckled skin. And yet, Jennifer took me all in, her eyes wide with lust and longing.

"I know I've seen them, but never like this, never where I could do more than peek. I was always afraid of making you uncomfortable, and never seeing them again."

"I don't think you have to worry about that now," I said.

And before the words could even come out of my mouth, she had already closed the distance, her mouth sucking on my areoles, already engorged with excitement. As I sat up, she craned her neck over, switching back and forth between each mound, nibbling gently at the tip of each nipple with a delicate use of her teeth, not quite clamping down, but pushing me gently towards a little bit of pain. My whole body responded to her touch, wanting more and more, moving into her as I reached out with my hands, trying in vain to pull down her white nightie.

I couldn't quite take it off, but she seemed to naturally understand what I was going for. She moved back for a second, quickly kissing me before she undid the back of her lacy gown. She pulled down her top, revealing her tits. Unlike mine, which tended to slope downward a little, Jennifer had a perky rack I needed to nuzzle. Her breasts were smaller than mine, but her nipples were almost as large, with a darker shade of pink that made them stand out as perfect little circles that I greedily and inexpertly took into my mouth. I alternated between my mouth and my hands, exploring every inch of her body, before reaching down to her sex, only to have her stop me.

"You first," She said. "Stand up, love."

As she stood up, I tried to look down her bare body for that characteristic happy trail of hair I had just gotten brave enough to copy a few months ago. But despite turning my head at every angle until almost popped off, I couldn't find a single strand of hair to indicate the starting point. Not that Jennifer gave me time to think of what I would do with her lovely body. She pulled my plain pink panties down exposing my vagina just inches away from her face where she knelt expectantly.

"Oh my God, it's just like mine!"

She was right, and I couldn't help but smile at her delight at seeing my newly shaved landing strip. It had taken me several tries to perfect the art as the first times it came out somewhat uneven.

She pushed me down onto the bed, kissing me again before working her way down my entire body, taking her time to fondle and suckle at my breasts. I took a deep breath as her fingers found the perfect spot right above the part of my pussy lips. Jennifer rubbed gently at my opening with her two longest fingers as her left hand and her mouth played with my aching nipples. My whole body fell on fire with desire, and my hips bucked up with excitement. She moved her fingers around in rapid circles, teasing my clit, increasing my desire, though I was barely able to do anything but moan and reach timidly with my hands to blindly grope at her naked body.

I couldn't quite tell where on her I was touching her naked body. My eyes fluttered with ecstasy as she petted my most intimate area, her fingers finding their way lower and lower down from my clit and towards my dripping wet pussy. My whole body felt warm and tingly, my breathing was heavy. I knew this warm pleasurable feeling, this excitement and anticipation to be exactly what I felt when I played with myself, but had never wondered before that I wasn't climaxing. That I never experienced any relief or tiredness from masturbating never surprised me, I assumed I was so horned up that no matter what I did, no matter how many times I fingered myself or how many attempts I made an orgasm with a vibrator alone, I would always want more.

I didn't know to keep going.

Past the point of that sensitive tingle than made my body twitch and turn in pleasure.

Jennifer knew what was coming, her fingers finding my lips at first so sensitive to the touch, until she kissed me again, spreading me easily. Even in all this excitement, my mind raced with the disbelief. Not only was someone finally having sex with me, my sister was inside of me, her fingers sliding up to the knuckle as they wriggled inside of me, pushing up towards my clitoris, stimulating every inch of my body until I felt like I needed to shake or pee. I wanted to shout out for her to stop, to beg her to give me just a second to collect myself before I embarrassed myself in front of her, but it felt too good.

"Oh God..." I started.

"I'm just getting started," Jennifer said.

Before I could react, her head was down between my legs, her tongue lapping across my clit in the same pattern she had used before with her fingers, which stayed inside of me, fucking me harder as she pushed herself all the way in and out of me, pistoning her fingers like a sex toy as she ate my pussy. I had never really thought of the literal description of eating out as accurate, but that's exactly what my sister did. Her lips pulled and tugged gently all around the area just below my pubic hair, making sure to lavish every inch of me with full long kisses enthusiasm, infusing in me an energy I had never known existed my own body.

Then she stopped.

And said exactly what I needed to hear from in between my legs.

"I want you to know," her eyes meeting mine. "That I never did this for Heather. I waited for you."

She went back to my pussy with an even greater intensity, her lips on my lower ones again, looking for an even greater enthusiasm, her tongue darting all around my pussy, her fingers driving their way deeper and deeper into my pussy, bringing me closer and closer to new heights of unknown pleasure. I could barely form coherent thoughts. Fuck, I was barely able to keep myself from collapsing into putty underneath her perfect touch. Then I let out a large scream of pleasure, yelling out words I didn't know I could ever have the courage to speak.

"Oh my God, that feels so good! Don't stop!"

My legs clenched together as I let out a loud moan of pleasure.

Then it happened.

It was extraordinary feeling unlike any other, as the waves of pleasure washed over my body and almost drowned me in a gush of ecstasy and satisfaction. My whole body shook, my hands inadvertently holding my sister's head between my legs, keeping her face down against pussy as her touch became too much. Yet I couldn't let go, couldn't keep myself from needing more. I gave a loud cry but ended up with great gasp of air, my body fucking against her mouth, finally finishing in an orgasm that felt as though it had been building inside of me since I had become a sexual being.

And finally, in a sense of fulfillment, my whole body relaxed after contracting in pleasure.

And I felt foolish at having never recognized, at never having realized my own climax before, at never having been able to experience on my own something that I now knew to be essential.

Jen seemed to sense my pussy was refractory and oversensitive. I opened my eyes and saw her strange, disbelieving surprise. I followed her gaze to my doorway, where our dad stood, the door wide open, both of us naked in the most compromising position, Jennifer looking up at our stepfather from in between my thighs, her mouth still wet and glistening from my delicate sex.

"I should ask was going on," David said softly. "But I already know, I guess I should have known a lot longer. I don't know where I went wrong. I did my best after your mother..."

No one could speak. And for a second, the room seemed to deafen with the silence. I had, at least, managed to try and cover my breasts, my arms crisscrossed to each of the opposite hand. Jennifer had hardly reacted as our stepdad, the only dad we had ever known, tried to make sense of the situation and what he should do with the two naked teenage girls in front of him.

Somehow, my older sister managed somehow to compose herself, even without clothing, standing up place herself between me and dad.

"You didn't do anything wrong, Dad," Jennifer said. "And neither did Madison. If anyone's to blame, it's me. But it's Maddie's first time and you need to be nice to her."

"Oh God, your first time?"

I nodded, grabbing a pillow and clutch close to my chest, desperately trying to cover up in front of my dad.

"Jesus... This not a conversation, this not a talk ever mentioned in any of the parenting books... Jennifer how could you, I mean your sister..."

"Like you are any different? I saw you looking at her after I got her that bikini, you know, so she wouldn't look like a nun the next time she's out of the lake. "

"I'm not the one-"

Jennifer never even stopped talking, barely pausing to catch her breath as she continued

"God, it was like the first time you ever seen boobs before, and yet I get it, she's got to remind you of mom, she's got her body I guess-"

"Stop..."

"But you were always a tits guy, I mean think about mom's."

"Jennifer, stop it!"

"You stop it! You're just another horny old man!"

"Both of you stop it!"

I don't know what came out of me, but I was yelling, with such a force that it took them by surprise. It stuck them momentarily dumb. But hearing both of them yelling at each other, reverting back to a version of themselves that existed before mom got sick was too much. I had always been the shy girl, stuck in a book, never opening her mouth in front of everyone. And now I was, naked in a room with my entire family, staring them down as I spoke with nothing to say.

And after an excruciating silence, I finally found something.

"Maybe it's nice just to be wanted, to be thought of as something other than your pesky little sister." I looked at my dad. "Or the reason you don't get a chance to go out and find somebody new, but I actually feel good about this!"

They just looked at me in almost disbelieving silence as the words seemed to shoot out of my mouth like bullets, hitting them right between the eyes as they stared at my naked body with stunned astonishment.

"It's not like I haven't noticed the same thing about both of you," I continued, somehow spinning out a soliloquy. "I don't know how you can live in the same house, let alone a room without thinking about what's going on when you aren't watching. And both of you have bodies worth imagining."

This was true. My dad, even though prone to wearing the wrong colors or the most embarrassing orange and white high school spirit shirts out in public, made it hard not to imagine the flat, taut stomach barely hiding his abs, his thick muscular treelike arms, and is full masculine build. It had always been easy to understand why mom picked him.

And then I caught another breath of courage.

"Do you like these, Daddy?"

I scooted towards him on the bed, slowly, seductively, moving closer to him before discarding the pillow from my voluptuous breasts with a single motion. In front of them stood every inch of my exposed breasts, my nipples already rock hard from all the attention. I couldn't believe it! Not only was I bare ass naked in front of my father, here I was flaunting my body, determined to tease him. And why?

Because I knew I wanted him.

And from the look of lust draped across his face, I knew I could have them.

And maybe it was the fulfillment of finally orgasm for the first time or the fact that I knew both of my family members would validate me in a way that I had been looking forward to for years, but I suddenly started speaking like an experienced phone sex operator determined to make the next call last an extra five minutes. I channeled every fantasy I'd had into one conversation.

"Have been looking at me, Daddy? Did you stare at my tits while I was at the pool, splashing around with Jennifer? Or do you like my butt, Daddy? Did you stare at my ass when it was just in that tight little black shorts during every game? Could you tell it was my butt, bent over and wiggling as it faced you?"

"No, I-"

"You would've had to tell that way Daddy. You could've seen the number on my shirt but then you would've seen me with my hands on my knees, my bottom pushed out, you know you can see everything underneath the spandex, even the outline of my butt crack."

I don't know if he gave an audible gulp, or if I just imagined a large lump the spreading down his neck like a cartoon character.

"I hope you both want to look. I want to make both of you happy,"

I moved closer to him, my hands playing with my large breasts, moving the flesh around without any real goal or cause. I was just teasing him. Begging him.

"Oh please, Daddy, I need you. I need you to want me, Daddy."

I moved to the edge of the bed...

The next thing I knew he was kissing me, so unlike anything I'd just had with Jennifer. He was rough, powerful, and almost overwhelming. His lips and hands held me close, his strong arms almost holding me up as I pushed myself up to meet him. I reached down and tried vainly to pull off his jeans.

He seemed to take the hint and in the second had unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his pants, revealing a sizable bulge in his boxer briefs. Almost as an afterthought, he threw off his shirt, and that he was on top of me. It was nothing like being with a woman, nothing delicate, nothing graceful, just the hard feeling of a man in the throes of lust, overwhelmed and overpowered by his most face and primal instinct, ready to use me as a man is supposed to use a woman.

He adjusted, taking off his underwear, and I could feel it against me, even though I couldn't quite see my first penis. It took a second for him to find the right place, and I could feel the resistance between my legs as he tried to shove something clearly too big fit to fit so easily inside of me. And so I could feel it, flopping around, hardening against me, carefully positioning itself until it surged forward, almost as if by its own volition.

I let out a loud gasp.

He didn't wait, or else he couldn't, because the entire length of him instantly forced its way into the rest of me. I could feel him, not fucking me but allowing me a few moments to get use to the new sensation of being stretched so thoroughly open by his massive cock. I could feel my sister, stroking my hair, saying something soothing into my ear, but I couldn't quite make anything out. I was so consumed with a mixture of pain and pleasure jetting through every nerve in my body.

My father was fucking me!

Finally!

The last vestiges of my virginity were disappearing as he plowed into me, ramming himself deeper and deeper inside of my throbbing, aching, desperate little pussy. I screamed with pleasure, no longer needing to worry about a parental figure plunging himself into the wrong room. He took his time with me, going slowly, responding to me. When I breathed heavily, or let out a gasp, he checked in with me, asking me softly if I was okay, adjusting his speed to make sure his movements mirrored the sounds of my unexpected pleasure.

This was different than sex with Jennifer, less delicate, as I found my hips grinding his and he grasping my hands, holding my arms together so tightly above my head as he took moments here and there to kiss me, even to bite hard on my shoulder. It felt impossibly sexy, a forbidden fantasy I had stumbled into. As I got more and more comfortable with him, he moved his cock faster and faster inside of me. I could feel the large slapping sound as he pressed his hips against mine, letting the skin bounce against each other as he moved faster and faster. Then in a surprise twist, he slowly started backing out, only to ram himself back in.

I let out a loud scream of approval.

Again, he did it, and again, moving his cock in and out of my pussy, each time leaving my tender sex with the deep longing for more. I could feel another orgasm building up, and went to rub myself, only for Jennifer to push me away. With her hand holding mine, she moved into position, her head above where my father held my legs, keeping my ass just barely from sliding off the bed. As he grabbed me around the ankles, spreading my legs as wide as they could to make his dick reach deep inside of me, my sister moved her mouth above my clit, again tasting my pussy as Daddy took my virginity.

"Oh God, thank you, Jenn, that feels so good!"

And as if not to leave my father out, I found myself returning my attention to the large cock inside of me, quickening its pace and almost pulsating inside of me as it worked its way in and out over and over again.

"Oh God, Dad, I think I'm going to come..."

"You better keep fucking her just like this. She needs to come," Jennifer said in a quick moment, and then she went back to licking my pussy.

I had heard of women having multiple orgasms before, but the idea that I would be so lucky to experience one never occurred to me. Then again, I'd never even known what one really felt like until minutes before. Perhaps there was something about with both my father and my sister, each taking their turn at focusing exclusively on my own happiness. Maybe it was the fact that I could finally feel comfortable in my own body, and in expressing the desires I had always suppressed.

"Oh Daddy!" I almost said audibly

I tried again.

"Oh God, Daddy feels so good. Please keep going."

"What do you want?"

"Oh God, Daddy I want to come so bad, please let me come, Daddy, please keep fuck me harder!"

Maybe it was the fact that I was finally articulating my desires to the people closest to me, but that was enough to bring me over the edge. I could feel my whole body shaking, my abdomen pressed against my sister's smaller breasts as she continued licking her way through my orgasm. My dad continued his pace and seemed to stop inside of me, letting me ride the wave of pleasure that came crashing over me. Or perhaps I was just too involved in my own ecstasy to even notice how hard it might have been to continue as I enjoyed the second orgasm of my life.

The wonderful moment that seemed to last forever was shattered as soon as Jennifer spoke.

"You fucking bastard," Jennifer said, slapping Dave on the shoulder in a way that didn't quite seem playful. "I wanted her virginity."

"That's your sister."

"Look who's judging from inside of her!"

"Can we just actually share?" I said, somehow managing to collect myself, at least enough to slide back from my father's cock. It was weird, but it hurt worse coming out of me than it ever had inside of me. Not that it wasn't worth it in every way.

"Daddy, I love that, and I love that Jennifer was my first, even if only by a few minutes. But sis."

I look my sister deep, lovingly in the eyes, and then gave her a passionate, heartfelt kiss.

"Don't be jealous... you're first..."

"I just wanted to be use my cock on you first... I know it's stupid but..."

"There's still another first, Jennifer," I said coyly.

"Hardly!" Jennifer scoffed holding up the strap on. "Who would want to toy when they could touch the real thing?"

"I would," I said, lowering my voice.

"And I still have another hole, one last virginity for my sister to take."

"Really? That's a lot to take..."

"Which is why want you to do it to me. I need your body inside of me, Jen, I need you to fuck me until you come."

At this, Jennifer perked up, all insecurities about her place and position in my life to disappeared as she spread her legs, showing me her bare pussy again, her lips glistening wet with excitement as she inserted the small end of the strapless strap-on into herTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.