Breaking Out, Breaking In: Part 2 free porn video

(M/F/f, teen, inc, bond, cons, oral, anal)
by BD Long

[Note: I had a free weekend to edit, update, rewrite, etc. Part 3 may be a long way off, since I have another story in progress (more along the lines of "Lust From Space!", but I'm open to suggestions as to where things should go from here. Enjoy!]

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“Dude, are you kidding?” Carrie asked from the doorway to the bedroom, rubbing her forehead in frustration. It was still hot, and the air conditioning in the small house we rented together had not cooled the air enough. She wore a black tank top, which hugged her form and exposed her tattoos. A shark swam down her arm, gnawing on her wrist, and a honeycomb of skulls crept from under her shirt and down her other arm. She was sipping from a bottle of beer, and pressed the cold glass to her neck. A bead of condensation rolled from the bottle, off her shoulder blade, and into her cleavage. Her breasts, I knew from experience, were firm, round and not much bigger than my sister’s. I licked my lips and pushed thoughts of sex out of my head for the moment.

“I wish I was,” I said. “Don’t worry about it. She’s not like the rest of my family.” I had returned only an hour earlier and was changing out of the clothes I wore around my family into something a little more comfortable, and I watched her eyes following me hungrily as I moved.

“Mike,” she said flatly. “She’s your sister.”

“Last time I checked.”

“She can’t keep a secret.”

“I bet you she can.”

Carrie eyed me oddly, and brushed her one streak of blue hair behind her ear. The rest of her almost shoulder-length black hair was loosely tied back. “You’re hiding something from me.”

I avoided her gaze. “Nothing. Just family stuff. Trust me.”

“Suit yourself,” she said, and tossed me a beer. I caught it and moved out into the living room. We sat on the couch, sipping beer until the sun went down. All the while, we filled each other in on our summers. Carrie had turned 21 while we were apart, and it bothered her that we couldn’t be together openly. It dawned on me that her birthday had fallen on the morning I had woken up next to my sister, and I felt a hollow pit of guilt open up in my belly.

Carrie had brought her well-toned legs up onto the couch and hugged her knees to her chest. I put my hands on her knees and looked into her coffee-colored eyes. “I’ll make it up to you,” I said. “I promise.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I said. “In fact, I already have.”

“Really now,” she said, a slight little grin sliding up one cheek. “And how is that?”

“Oh, now. That’s a secret,” I said. “But it’ll be worth the wait. Trust me.”

“Miiiike!” she complained, grabbing my hands and tugging on them, but then she saw something in my eyes. “Oh… this is big, isn’t it?”

“Huge,” I confirmed.

“Can you at least tell me when?”

“Hannah’s bringing it with her,” I said, bending the truth just a little. Carrie was speechless and her mouth hung open a bit. “She knows about us. She wants out just as much as I do.”

“No way…” Carrie said softly.

“Way,” I said. “So go easy on her, ok? It’ll be her first time outside our little town.”

She sighed dramatically. “Oh, ok. But how are we going to explain my being here to your dad?”

“We’ll figure that out later,” I said, kissing her. She kissed back, and when our tongues met, we both sighed a soft sigh of relief. “I missed you,” I whispered, kissing her ear lobe. Carrie’s breathing began to quicken. “Did you get any while I was away?”

“Uh-uh,” she shook her head as I kissed down her neck, under her jaw. I felt her hands on the back of my head, urging me on. I loved the way she moved—softly, but with strength. I kissed my way back to her lips.

“I thought you’d get a little pussy while I was away,” I said, still skeptical.

She shook her head in disbelief and said, “I know. Crazy, right? I guess I’m getting attached.”

“Yeah,” I said, pulling out the band holding her hair back. “I’m impressed.”

“I’m horny,” she said, pushing me back and then dragging me down to the floor. I grabbed the bottom of her tank top and lifted it over her head. Her breasts bounced a little, braless. She had apparently been preparing for this all day. Her nipples were darker and bigger than my sister’s, and were as hard as if they were carved from wood. It felt good to hold them in my hands again. She tore my shirt off and pushed me onto my back and stood up, wriggling out of her shorts. A snake tattooed on her left leg slithered up toward her bald V. She insisted on always being hairless, with the idea that she loved eating pussy occasionally, and wanted hers to be the kind she’d want to eat. She had a little more weight on her than my sister, but it only accentuated her curves. And under that little extra padding, she was all coiled muscle and quivering lust.

Wasting no time, she straddled me and scooted her way up to my head, until her pussy hovered above my mouth. I ran my hands up her soft, firm body. “Mmmm,” she moaned softly. When I pulled her down onto my mouth, she cried out. “Aaah!” My tongue probed her inside and out, and the sweet taste of her sex filled my mouth. Carrie ground her smooth pussy lips against my face, and began to moan and pant as I licked her thoroughly. I fluttered my tongue against her clit. “Oh, fuck! Fuck! Just like that!” She grabbed her own breasts, pinching the nipples, as she rocked on my tongue.

Defying expectations, she became even wetter, and I lapped at her juices. The taste and smell of my girlfriend’s hungry snatch made my head swim with lust. “Mmmm!” I groaned, my lips around her clit. The vibrations made her buck wildly, but I grabbed her firm round ass cheeks, and held her in place. When I sucked on her clit, she jerked and became rigid.
“Oh, shit!” she hollered, eyes clenched. I didn’t stop flicking and swirling my tongue around her clit, though, and eventually, she made a little squeaking noise from behind clenched teeth. She grabbed my hair, and pain shot through my scalp, but I kept on going. “Fuck,” she squeaked softly. And then, as if she’d been shot, she went slack and fell to the side. “Uhhhhhhhhhh…” she groaned, sprawled on the carpet. I sat up, and watched her lay face down, panting into the fibers. She looked like a wild animal that had been tranquilized for ear tagging.

Slowly, quietly, I stood up and removed the rest of my clothes. Her scent was still in my nose, and it made me hard as a rock. Looking down at her, I thought how lucky I was. She said she loved me before I’d left for the summer, and it had blown my mind. No one had ever before said that to me in the way she’d meant it. But there was also her incredible body, which she’d made into a work of art in more than one way. From the top of her ass crack and up and over her shoulder blades, was an intricate, abstract design that reminded me of a bowl of pasta made out of lightning. She’d laughed when we had been naked together for the first time and I’d told her what I thought, but that night after working up a hunger, she’d crawled out of bed at midnight and made spaghetti, which we fed to each other strand by strand before making love again.

Now, it was my turn to straddle Carrie, and I knelt over her prone body and positioned myself against her wet opening. I heard her gasp as I felt her tight warmth embrace my cock. In it slid until her ass cheeks pressed against my hips. I leaned forward and kissed the back her neck. “I missed you,” I said, slowly beginning to pump in and out of her.

“It shows,” she said, turning her head to smile at me. The blue streak of hair fell in front of her face, and she brushed it away. “God, Mike. We’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for.” With that, she arched her butt off the floor, and I felt even more of me slide into her. I couldn’t take it anymore, and with abandon, I began fucking her. “I missed you, too, by the way,” she said, giggling a little at my new intensity. But those giggles soon faded, replaced by panting and soft moans. I plunged in and out of her, and felt the tension of her orgasm rising. I pounded in and out of her pussy, slapping her ass cheeks with my hips on every slamming stroke. “Oh shit! I’m coming again!” she groaned. I felt her body grip my cock, and I felt ready to explode. She felt it, too, apparently, and cried out, “Oh fuck, don’t come!”

I pulled out of her and sat back in frustration. Before I knew it, though, she had spun around, and I felt her tongue lapping at her own juices on my cock. Her eyes were sparkling with a devilish mischief. “I want to taste your cum,” she said. The little dimples that formed when she grinned made me smile every single time. When she’d licked her own cum from my cock, I felt the hotness of her mouth around me. Her tongue rippled up and down, and I was practically seeing stars. I ran my hands through her hair, and feeling its soft familiarity, squeezed.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned as I came. First one spurt, then a second, and then the torrent.

“Mmmmm,” Carrie moaned. I felt her working to swallow it all, her tongue teasing and coaxing every last drop out of me. I fell back onto the carpet and closed my eyes, taking in the sensation of every last lick and suck, until I had been drained dry.

For the rest of the night, we showered, made love again, showered again, and went upstairs to Carrie’s art studio, where she showed me the new stuff she’d been working on.

“You know,” I said, “I’d been meaning to ask why you told me you love me.”

Carrie looked at me seriously, “Because I do.”

“I get that,” I said. “But why just before I left?”

“I wanted to give you time to absorb it. I’m fairly certain I’m the first person to tell you something like that.”

“You are.”

“So we’re good?”

“Yeah,” I said. “But that doesn’t mean anything’s going to change, right?”

“What do you mean?”

I grimaced. “Well, comparatively, tonight was a little chaste.”

“Pffff!” she scoffed, waving me off. “Please! You wanna see something cool?” I raised an interested eyebrow, and Carrie took my hand and led me back downstairs and then to the door to the basement. She flipped on the lights at the top of the steps, and we made our way down. My eyes nearly fell out of my head. Carrie had turned our basement, previously home to spiders and piles of old cardboard, into a garden of desires. In the middle of the room was a four-post bed, just like the one in her bedroom. The trunk she kept her vibrators and dildos in rested against a wall. There was a table of heavy oak that could have been a dining table, but the top, I noticed, was right about at hip height. There was also a pool table and a jukebox. Also conspicuous were a sturdy cage at the foot of the bed and several hooks bolted into the ceiling. Underneath it all, was a soft carpet that matched the blue streak in Carrie’s hair.

“I guess we don’t need to make up an extra bed, after all,” I said.

Carrie gave me a weird look for a good reason, but let it drop. To end the night, we sat out on the balcony attached to her studio and passed a small joint back and forth. It had been all summer since I’d smoked anything, and I’d begun to feel a little stoned. For a while, we just sat, staring out off the side of the hill and down to the city below. “What’s your sister like?” she asked suddenly.

“Hannah?” I almost jumped, and words came pouring out. “She’s nice. Smart. Really smart.” I paused for a second. “She doesn’t deserve to be locked away in the church for the rest of her life. It’ll kill her.”

“Hmm.” Carrie nodded. “I meant what’s she like sexually?”

“What?!” I panicked. She knew! She knew! How did she know? My mind careened out of control in paranoia.

Carrie laughed a hearty belly laugh that toppled her over and shook her from head to toe. Tears streamed down her face, and when she pulled herself together, she said, still through sporadic giggles, “No… no no no… I just meant, like, does she like guys or girls?”

“Oh,” I said sullenly. I desperately wanted to tell her everything, but where would I start? “Guys? Girls? Both?”

“Not a big topic of conversation around the house?”

“Definitely not,” I said, relaxing. “If she did like girls, she sure as hell wouldn’t tell anyone. A friend of hers got disowned for liking girls.”

“What happened to her?”

“Last I heard, she went north.”

“Fuck. So people don’t talk about it, but your sister knew?”

“Yeah. They were close friends.”

“How close, exactly?” Either Carrie was way better at reading me than I’d thought, or I was shit at keeping secrets.

“Uh,” I said, like a moron and just shrugged.

“And your sister didn’t tell?”

“No way. Hanna keeps more secrets than I will ever know. It was even a secret that she keeps secrets until recently.” I felt horrible—all these lies of omission weighing me down.

“Hmm,” Carrie mused. “We’ll have to make this visit special, then. I’d have liked someone to make me feel comfortable in the real world when I was her age.”

“What do you have in mind?”

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For the next four months, Carrie and I carried on as usual, exploring our passions and testing our limits. But we spent a lot of time making the house presentable to a quick glance. As much as it tortured us, we even cleaned up the basement, throwing a sheet over the cage and making it look as much like a storage chest as we could. We even made the bedroom look like it was mine and mine alone, moving a lot of Carrie’s belongings either up to her studio or to the basement. I would have trouble explaining the four post bed in the basement, with the posts that ran seamlessly from floor to ceiling, if it came to that. Carrie even installed a lock on the door leading up to her studio, which she’d been meaning to do, anyway.

On the big day, Carrie made herself conspicuous out front in the front yard, doing some minor gardening, tattoos exposed, while I stayed inside and caught up on some studying, the bedroom door shut. It was cold and damp out, being December, but Carrie insisted on being as visually confrontational at possible—hiding in plain sight, she called it. With a low rumble, the family car pulled into the driveway, and the engine stopped. I peeked out the window.

My father approached Carrie cautiously. I saw her through his eyes. Her was hair black and wind-blown with a steak of royal blue. She wore a dirt-smeared white tank top, under which one could easily see an electric blue bra, which she had obviously worn as a test for Hannah. I had denied any knowledge of my sister’s sexuality, but Carrie had obviously gleaned something significant that I had not counted on from our conversation that night on the balcony. She had tattoos crawling down her arms and the one on her back was just visible at the base of her neck. When she saw my father approaching, she casually stood, turned, brushed the mud off on her tank top, and extended a hand. My father took it, feigning confidence, but I could see in his eyes that he was wholly out of his element with this person before him. She was definitely a freak—even I knew that. But was she dangerous? A drug addict? In league with the Devil? What kind of person was behind these dark, hot-pink-rimmed sunglasses?

“Hi!” she chirped. “You must be Michael’s father. I’m Carrie. William, Michael’s landlord, is my dad. I just do a little work around the grounds. Gotta get the yard ship-shape before the ground freezes!” None of it was untrue, technically. Carrie’s dad did own the house, but it was more or less a gift. He traveled internationally as a successful business consultant, and wanted a place that his daughter could call her own. He would hold the deed until she graduated, and then it would be transferred to her name. I had talked to him once when moving in with her, and he had promised to keep my secret, as well. My father nodded, but my sister, who was grabbing her suitcase from the trunk, nearly dropped it when she heard the name. I saw her eyes drift over Carrie’s body.

“It’s nice to meet you,” my father said robotically, but with a smile. That was dad: always keeping up appearances.

“Oh!” Carrie threw her hands up. “How rude of me! Michael should be home. I’ll let you in.” She thrust her hand into her pocket, turning her body toward Hannah, who approached warily. “Oh, hi there!” she chimed. “Are you Michael’s sister?”

“Yes, and you are…?” she pretended not to have been eavesdropping.

“Carrie.” My girlfriend pushed her sunglasses down over her nose and gave my sister a sly ironic look over the top of them. Hannah licked her lips nervously, and Carrie turned toward the door, keys in hand. “You staying for the weekend?”

“Two weeks, actually.”

“Two whole weeks! Looks like you’re ready to get tied up in the college experience, then!” Carrie emphasized ‘tied up,’ and I could have sworn that I saw Hannah blush.

Carrie unlocked the front door and waited outside as my family made their way inside. I fell back on the bed, book in hand, and pretended to read. A knock came on my door. “Come in!” I called. The door swung open slowly, and my father stood in the doorway.

“I see some things never change,” he said.

I dog-eared the page I was on and went to greet him. “I didn’t hear you drive up. How was the trip?”

“Uneventful,” he said.

“Oh, darling, don’t mope so!” My mother joined him in the doorway. “He’s just been on the road too long. We actually found a nice little ice cream parlor on the way.”

“That’s good to hear,” I said. In the background, my sister was lugging her suitcase through the door and into the living room. I peered around my parents and called to her: “Hey, Hannah. You can just leave that anywhere. We’ll get you set up later, OK?”

“OK,” she said, exhausted. “Do you have something to drink? I’m a little thirsty.”

“There’s water, of course, but if you want to warm up, there’s some cocoa in the pantry. The kettle should be full.” I heard the opening and closing of the pantry door and the telltale tick-tick-tick of the stove’s ignition.

“Well,” my mother said. “It looks like she’ll be right at home.”

“That’s the plan,” I said innocently. “I’ve let a couple things run out around the house. I figured I could show her around town by taking her to the stores.”

“Good, good.” My father nodded in satisfaction. “Just…” he trailed off, making sure that Carrie was out of earshot. He lowered his voice, anyway. “Just make sure she doesn’t become… too independent, if you know what I mean.” His head jerked back, toward the tattooed girl in the front yard.

“Understood.” I winked at him, but he would never know what it really meant.

While Hannah’s water heated up, we moved to the living room, and I updated my parents on the semester. Hannah got up from the sofa after a while and examined the house, clearly noting the locked door to Carrie’s studio, and the lack of a second bedroom. Through the window, I watched Carrie work in the yard, clearly taking her time. She looked up once, and I could see that she was beginning to get cold.

“So what are your plans for the weekend?” I asked my parents.

“Well, we have the annual church breakfast,” my mother said.

“Wow! Is it that time already?” I really had forgotten. “I remember you guys getting me up at four in the morning to start beating eggs.”

“Well, someone was supposed to take your place, and should consider herself lucky,” my mother said to the room. Hannah was still wearing the big black woolen coat and baby blue knit cap she had on when she arrived. Her fiery red hair spread around her shoulders, and when she sensed she was being talked about, she turned toward us and her hair fanned out and then fell forward over one shoulder.

“Thank you, mom!” she singsonged. “Isn’t she cold?” Hanna gestured toward the window and Carrie beyond.

“No idea,” I lied. “She’s probably used to it.” Suddenly, the kettle started squealing, and Hannah rushed to the kitchen to make her cocoa.

“Well,” my father said, standing, “I assume you’ve got a room all set up for your sister?”

“Yep!” I said, going to the door to Carrie’s studio and shaking it in its frame. “Just put a lock on it, too.” I reached into my pocket and produced the key, which I placed tenderly in my sister’s hand as she returned with a steaming mug of hot cocoa.

“Very good,” he said. “On that note, I suppose we’ll take off.”

“It’s going to be an early morning,” my mother added, rising from the couch.

“Oh, you know you love it,” I said with a smile. “Just remember: don’t let Mrs. Beaumont near the pancakes. You know how she is when she gets that syrup in her.”

My mother chuckled. “And you,” she said to my sister, who sat lightly on the arm of the couch, blowing on her cocoa. “Let your brother study. If you get bored, you can always call home.”

“Ok, mom,” Hannah said.

“And don’t forget to—”

My father stopped her. “It’s ok, dear. I can tell Michael’s got everything under control here.”

“Thanks, dad,” I said, shaking his hand as he backed out mother out the door. “See you in two weeks.”

“God bless, son.”

“God bless.”

The door shut, and I exhaled loudly, but stopped when the door opened again. “Uh…” my father said in a hushed tone. “You will lock this door, right?”

“Dad,” I said, cutting through the unspoken anxiety. “She’s the landlord’s daughter. She’s not going to do anything.” I paused, and then stood. “But yes. I’ll lock it.”

“Good man.” Once again, the door shut behind him, but I didn’t hear his footsteps retreat from the doorway until I bolted the door. I leaned against the door and sighed. From outside, I heard Carrie bidding our parents farewell. That’s when I noticed Hannah staring at me with a goofy smile.

“Two weeks,” she said, sipping her cocoa. She moved from the arm of the couch to its cushions. I waited until I heard the car pull out of the driveway, and then joined her. She didn’t waste a moment. Leaning in, she kissed my lips and I tasted chocolate. Our tongues danced, and when we heard a key rattling in the lock on the front door, she pulled back, sucking my lower lip. She scooted to the opposite side of the couch just in time.

Carrie came in, rubbing her arms as she pushed the door shut with one foot. “Fuck, it’s cold out there!” She regarded Hannah, who was trying to play it cool. “So you’re Mike’s sister, huh?” Hannah just nodded nervously and sipped her cocoa, her eyes fixed on my girlfriend’s tattoos. “Don’t worry. They won’t bite.” She kicked off her shoes and went into the hallway. She poked her head back around the corner. “Hard,” she added with a devious smile. Hannah almost choked on her drink. “Mike, I’m gonna warm up in the shower and get this mud off me.” Carrie disappeared and we heard the bathroom door shut and the shower turn on.

I turned to Hannah. “You two are going to be so cute together,” I teased. Hannah blushed and looked at something on the couch. After a beat she went to the studio door to unlock it.

“Let’s just get me settled, ok?”

“Ok,” I said, grabbing her suitcase and joining her, “but that’s not your room.”

“But the key—”

“Was for show. Your room’s down here.” I reversed her through the door across from it and switched on the light as we started down the steps.

“I’m sleeping in the basement?” she said, disappointment clear.

“It’s not so bad,” I said, flipping on the next set of lights, illuminating the room. The jukebox and pool table were immediately noticeable.

“Holy crap!” she cried, pulling off her knit cap and throwing it on the bed as she practically ran to the jukebox. Her hair went wild with static, but she hardly noticed as she peered through the glass at the music selection. It had taken most of the semester, but Carrie and I had tracked down all our favorite vinyl records and programmed them into the jukebox. She unbuttoned her woolen coat and tossed it onto the bed with her hat. Underneath it, she wore a t-shirt that, while entirely casual, hugged her every curve in a way that led my eyes to all the right places. When she bent forward again to check out the music selection, the upside-down heart shape of her ass made my cock stir.

“So, what do you think?” I asked.

“This is going to be awesome!” she said excitedly. “I don’t even know half this stuff. Thank you so much! But…”

“But what?” Carrie’s voice came from behind us.

“Eep!” Hannah squeaked as she whirled around.

I’d nearly jumped out of my skin, but turned to Carrie as calmly as I could. “That was fast. Looking sexy as usual.”

Indeed she did. Shorts with the cuffs folded up as high as they would go, a black tank top this time, highlighted by the straps of the electric blue bra underneath, all designed to arouse. “Thanks, babe,” she said and kissed me. “Oh!” She turned to Hannah, who had her eyes glued to the young woman’s body. “Sorry, sweetie.”

“It’s ok,” Hannah said, distractedly.

“Too skimpy for you? I can go change if—”

“No!” Hannah blurted. “I mean… no, it’s ok, you look…”

“Sexy?” Carrie teased. Hannah went red and said nothing.

“Oh, come on,” I said, poking my girlfriend in the ribs. “You’re embarrassing her!”

Carrie left my side and approached my sister, who seemed torn between running away and jumping the other girl’s bones right there and then. Hannah wasn’t given that choice though. Carrie put her in a playful headlock and roughed up the girl’s hair. “I’m just messin’ with ya!” she said, releasing my dazed sister. And heading back up the stairs. “Hey, kid. You wanna see what was upstairs?”

Hannah peered at her from behind the fiery veil of scruffed-up hair, and I gave her an urging look. “Ok,” she said, brushing her hair back with her fingers and starting back up the stairs. As I followed, I let myself be content with watching her young round ass bob with every step. I could tell that Carrie had designs for her, and was moving faster than I had anticipated. My mind raced, trying to find the best way to broach my unusual relationship with my sister.

Carrie showed Hannah her art studio, hiding nothing and watching the girl’s reaction toward the various nudes, erotic or not. “I’ve had a few live models,” she said, but for some projects, it’s better to work off of a photograph.

“Why’s that?” my sister asked.

“Mostly, just to reduce strain on the models. People can’t hold some positions forever. But it’s also because I put myself in some paintings.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Carrie said, picking up a portfolio of photos. “If you can’t paint yourself honestly, you shouldn’t be painting anyone else. That’s my opinion, anyway. You wanna see?”

“Sure,” Hannah said, taking the thick folder of 8x10 photos. One by one, they started out as establishing shots. A few models in costumes, a few nudes, and then Carrie began to appear in them. Hannah stopped when she got to the other girl’s first nude. From the back, it revealed nothing explicit, just the soft curves of her body in recline. Hannah put the photo down gently and took a step back.

“Too much for one day?” Carrie asked, concerned.

“I… I…” Hannah stammered, and Carrie reached out to put her hand on the girl’s shoulder, but my sister backed away and went red again. “I… I can’t….” She looked at me, pain, lust, confusion, jealousy, anger and embarrassment coursing through her eyes. I could see tears welling up. She turned and ran down the stairs, slamming the door behind her. We listened and heard the basement door slam.

Carrie turned to me. “Mike, we need to talk.”

“I know.” I sat on the steps and she joined me.

“So you know,” she said eyeing my carefully.

“Yeah,” I confessed. “She told me this summer.”

“And that girl you told me about…”

“Was as close to a girlfriend as she ever had.”

“Jesus, Mike! Has this girl ever even kissed another girl?”

“Yeah,” I said, and then switched gears. “Look, I know you’re interested. So let’s just cut to the chase.”

“I—”

I put my hand up. “It’s ok.” And then I let a little grin creep across my face. “Happy birthday.”

Of all the times I wish I’d had a camera, Carrie’s expression instantly topped the list. It was a mixture of surprise, relief, but tinged by a little disgust. “Mike!” she hissed, laughing a little. “You can’t just pimp out your little sister, man!”

“Carrie. She wants it—or to try, anyway. I know you’re interested, so who better to make her feel better at ease?” I paused to let any objections surface. “And didn’t you say you wish you’d had someone to show you the ropes when you were her age?”

“I guess I did, but it feels weird,” she said. “She’s your sister. What if I’m as attracted to her as I am to you?”

“What if you are? Are you?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “You both have a certain something about you. It’s hard to pin down. But that’s not what I’m really talking about. I mean, what if I wanted to be with… uh…” she put her face in her hands and sighed heavily. “What if I want you both?”

“What if you do?”

“I mean at the same time.”

“Oh,” I said. “I’m sure we can work something out.” She gave me a puzzled look, and I just shrugged my shoulders. “Listen. Why don’t we just focus on you and Hannah for now? I’m happy to take a back seat for the moment. I love her and I love you, but let’s find out if that’s even going to happen before we get all up in our heads, ok?”

“Ugh!” she groaned. “Mike! I don’t want you to take a back seat. I still want you!”

“And you still have me,” I said, kissing her. She kissed back with her soft lips and I heard her sigh softly, but then she pushed me back gently.

“Just…” she rubbed her forehead in frustration. “Just go and make sure she isn’t hanging herself from the rafters. I need a minute.”

“Ok,” I said, getting up and kissing her on the forehead. “We’ll meet you in the living room.” She gave me a wan little smile as I retreated down the stairs.

In the basement, Hannah lay curled in the fetal position in the middle of the bed, staring at the wall. I saw her eyes track me as I moved to the bed and sat next to her, but she said nothing. For a minute we remained there in silence. I reached out and stroked her hair, and she scooted toward me and put her head in my lap. Again, we remained silent as I sat there running my fingers through her red hair. I heard her sigh heavily in frustration, but still, she didn’t speak.

“What’s wrong with me?” she asked.

I laughed gently. “What ever do you mean?”

“Don’t make fun of me,” she said flatly.

“I’m not,” I said, caressing her chin and angling her head so she could see I was serious. “You’re confused and frustrated, and I get it.”

“No you don’t! No one gets it.” Oh, what a teenage thing to say.

“Ok, maybe I don’t,” I admitted. “But there definitely is someone in this house who does.”

“But she’s so…”

“Intimidating?”

“No!” Hannah paused, closed her eyes and breathed. “I guess. Maybe a little. It’s just that she’s so…” she gestured something untranslatable “… and now I have no idea how to act.”

I lifted her by her shoulders until she was sitting. “Am I intimidating?” I asked.

“You? No way!” she laughed.

“And you still want me?”

“Of course,” she said, her hand running up my thigh. “I’d jump you here and now if I wasn’t so certain she’d walk in on us.”

“But I’m your brother.”

“So?”

“See?” I said. “Just use that. She may be…” I repeated the gesture she had made “… but pretend she’s not.” Hannah sighed in frustration, but nodded. “Who knows? Maybe she’s intimidated by you.”

“Ha!” she said, frustration still in her voice, but smiling. She leaned in and kissed me. The feel of my sister’s soft warm lips drove me to the edge of sanity. My hands started to wander, and when I cupped her breast through her shirt, she moaned lightly into my mouth, but pulled back. “I missed you,” she said, catching her breath.

“I missed you too.”

She nodded. “How are we going to do this, Mike? I want you so bad.”

“I’ve been thinking about that,” I said. “But I don’t have any ideas. Maybe it’d be better if we got you guys sorted first. After that, maybe it’ll just click.”

“Ok,” she said, standing and straightening herself out. “God… sometimes I wish we’d never had sex.” My look of dejection must not have been what she was looking for, because she grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me lightly, a goofy smile on her face. “Do you have any idea how hard it’s been to wait?!”

I looked down at the slight bulge my cock was making in my pants, and said, “I think I do.” She reached out to feel it, but I backed away playfully. “Don’t! You’ll just make it worse! We need to go back upstairs, anyway.” She reached for my cock again, and this time I stepped to the side and smacked her ass with a satisfying crack. She yelped and jumped, and I tried again, but she jumped out of the way. I went after her, but she darted up the stairs. I ran after her. We both burst through the door and into the kitchen, smashing directly into Carrie. Hannah tripped over herself as she tried to avoid her host, but ended up plowing directly into her. I tried to slow down, but bounced off of my sister and careened to the side. We all crashed to the floor, sliding to a stop on the cold tile. Hannah was on top of Carrie, and I raised my head. “Hey, babe. I thought you were in the living room.”

“I was,” she said shaking her head in mock disappointment and trying to get up. Hannah was sprawled across her midsection. “I just came in to get a beer. I’d’ve waited if I’d know I was going to be assaulted by a couple of lunatics.”

“Only one lunatic,” Hannah said, sitting up. “I’m an angel.”

Carrie put a hand on her shoulder. “Well, angel, you ok?”

I could see Hannah’s body practically melt where the older girl touched her. “Yeah,” she said. “Thanks.” Carrie stood and offered my sister her hand. Hannah took it, and Carrie hoisted the girl to her feet.

For a second there was an awkward silence as they came face to face and their eyes met. One one-thousand. Two one-thousand. Three one-thousand. “Hey, uh, so you want a beer or something?” Carrie asked. I’d never seen her so tongue tied. She was assertive, and spent most of her waking hours trying to kick something’s ass, but my sister had brought her to a babbling mess.

I was about to remind her that Hannah wasn’t old enough to drink yet, but before I could, my sister said, “Sure.”

Carrie handed her a beer, and for a moment, there was another pause when their hands touched. Hannah broke the silence and drank, and coughed. “First drink?” Carrie asked. Hannah nodded and tried again.

“Not bad, if you’re ready for it,” she said. “Thanks.”

“Just go easy,” I said. “The last thing we need is a drunken teenager.”

Both girls made a face, and Carrie said, “Never mind that hypocrite, sweetie. I’ll show you the deck.” And they went back upstairs to the studio. I heard the door to the balcony open and close, and I dawdled for a couple minutes, getting a beer and letting them have some time. When I joined them, they were sitting on opposite ends of the deck, legs dangling off. But at least they were talking. I was about to sit next to Hannah, but Carrie nodded in a motion that meant ‘not there.’ I chose a chair and listened.

“I know how you feel,” Carrie said, continuing the conversation. “I had a similar situation. I mean, not the same, obviously. My dad was super supportive.”

“What about your mom?” Hannah asked.

“She died when I was six. The Big C.”

“Oh,” Hannah looked off into the dense trees that lined the property. “Sorry.”

“It’s ok.” Carrie got up and scooted over next to my sister, and slid her legs back through the balcony railing’s bars. She stroked Hannah’s back, testing the waters. Hannah turned toward her and smiled gently. Carrie turned around to me and asked, for show, “Mike, did you know your sister had a girlfriend.”

“I’d heard, yeah,” I said, feigning ignorance of whatever plan she had in the works.

“It was a long time ago,” Hannah said.

“Well, it explains why you got all wiggy when you saw those photos.” Hannah gave her a confused look. “Honey, your brother and I have an understanding. Where you come from—your church—you have to play it pretty close to the chest. Seeing pictures of naked women must have been hard.”

“Not really,” Hannah said.

“Oh?” Carrie raised her eyebrows. She turned to me, tilting her empty beer bottle. “Babe, would you grab me another?”

“Sure,” I said. Hannah handed me hers, too. “You too?”

“Yes, please,” she said. She was loosening up a little. Again, I took my time, not obviously wasting time, but just moseying along. When I returned, Carrie’s arm was around my sister. I handed off the beers and listened to them talk for a while longer before, shivering, my sister suggested we all go back inside.

“Yes, let’s,” Carrie affirmed, rubbing her own arms for warmth. We went to the living room, and Hannah sat on one end of the couch, still shaking. Carrie went to the bedroom.

“Hannah,” I said, nodding toward the shelves we had filled with movies. “I’m going to make some popcorn. Why don’t you pick out a movie?”

“Ok,” she said.

When I returned, my sister stood, still shivering, but holding a movie up. The Exorcist. I laughed out loud. When Carrie returned, holding a hidden something in her right hand and a big quilt under her left arm, she asked what the ruckus was about. “Ha! That’s appropriate!” she laughed, sliding whatever she had in her hand into her back pocket. “Here,” she offered the quilt to my sister. “We don’t need you catching cold.”

“Thanks.”

I put in the movie and turned out the lights. Together, we watched in silent horror as the script played out. Hannah had covered herself in the quilt, and crept farther and farther underneath as the movie went on. I’d already seen it, so I spent most of the time watching as my girlfriend scooted closer and closer to the girl huddled under the blanket, and eventually put her arm around her. I saw Hannah lean in a little, and my sister lay her head against the older girl’s shoulder. She looked at me briefly, smiling, and I gave her a quick thumbs-up.

As the movie came to its climax, I saw Hannah snake her arm around Carrie’s waist. In turn, my girlfriend put her hand over my sister’s, interlacing their fingers. When the movie was over and the credits ran, neither of them moved. I watched them for a minute, and then went and gradually brought the lights back up. Carrie, to my surprise, was the first to move, scooting back toward the middle of the couch. Hannah looked frustrated. “Hey!” Carrie said awkwardly, standing and making a show of stretching. “It’s getting late, huh?” I gave her a what-the-fuck look.

“It’s not even midnight yet,” Hannah said flatly, and then picked Carrie’s pocket. “What are these?”

“Playing cards, obviously. I thought we might play a game, but it’s too late.” She looked at me. “Right?” But I shrugged, noncommittally.

“Bull,” Hannah said. “Anyway, it’s not like I’d be able to sleep much after that.” She motioned toward the TV.

“Fine,” Carrie conceded. “What game do you want to play?”

“I don’t know any gambling games,” Hannah said. “Why don’t you teach me one?”

I saw Carrie swallow hard. “Hey,” I said to her. “I’m going to get a couple beers. Can a get a hand?” To my sister, I said, “Shuffle. We’ll be right back.” Carrie followed me into the kitchen, and I turned on her, whispering. “What the hell is wrong with you? I’ve never known you to be so scared.”

My girlfriend rubbed her forehead. “I don’t know, man. She’s just young, you know? And things are moving so fast, and I feel like I’m taking advantage, and it’s a little weird, you know… with you watching.”

“Better be careful,” I said. “She’s a clever one. And for all I know, she feels the same way. I get the feeling she’d feel safer with me present.”

“Hmm,” she hummed. “You wouldn’t mind seeing me and your sister kiss?”

“I’m kind of looking forward to it,” I said, letting it sink in as much as it could. “Just be you, ok? Play the game you wanted to play, and play to win.” I turned just before I left the kitchen with the beers. “I know I will.” Her eyes went wide.

“Mike,” Hannah said, impatiently. “These cards can’t be any more shuffled.”

“Good,” Carrie said, clapping her hands together, sounding more like her normal self. We sat in a circle on the floor, and Carrie took the cards. “Ok. Game’s blackjack.” Hannah made a confused noise, and we briefly explained the rules to her.

She nodded, but asked, “What do we bet with?”

“I was getting to that,” Carrie said. “This is going to be a little ice-breaker game. We’re going to find out a little bit about each other. No bets, but the winner gets to demand something of the losers. Like truth or dare.” Hannah opened her mouth, but Carrie held up her hand. “In a push, both are winners and each get to demand something of the loser.”

“You good with this?” I asked Hannah. “It’s not too late to back out.”

“Let’s do it!” she said defiantly.

First hand: beginner’s luck. “Why all the tattoos?” Hannah asked bluntly.

“I like having my art on me.”

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“One question per turn.”

“Phooey. Fine. Mike, do you like her tattoos?”

“Of course,” I said. “They’re sexy.” Hannah blushed.

Second hand: we all pushed.

Third hand: Carrie won. “Are you really into girls?” she asked my sister.

“Depends on the girl.” Hannah stared her down, daring her to ask a follow-up question.

“Mike, are you really ok with your sister being into girls?”

“As long as she’s happy. These are kind of boring questions.”

“It’s early.”

Fourth hand: I win. Time to get things moving. “What do you think of my girlfriend?” I asked Hannah.

“She’s intimidating,” Hannah muttered shyly.

“Whoa! What?!” Carrie interrupted. “You’ve been ogling me ever since you got here, and during the movie….” She paused and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I intimidate you. You sure you don’t have that backward?” I really had stirred up a hornet’s nest.

“What, I make you nervous?” Hannah said with a sly little smile.

“No!” Carrie said. She sighed loudly. “It’s just the situation. It’s weird, y’know?”

“Why is it weird?” I interjected.

“Is that your demand?”

“Sure,” I said. “As good as any.”

“Fine,” she said, leaning back and propping herself up on her elbows. “It’s hard to know what to think. Mike, you know I’m up for pretty much anything. But I need to know that if I follow my feelings on this, things won’t be awkward between us. And you,” she addressed my sister. “You’re pretty young. There’d be a lot of people who’d have problem with me following my feelings.”

“I’m with you,” I said. “I’m down for anything.” Carrie gave me a serious inquiring look, and I gave her a corresponding stare.

“There are a lot of people who’d frown on us, anyway. I’m sick of hiding,” Hannah said seriously, interrupting our stare-down. “Or weren’t you listening earlier?”

“I heard every word,” Carrie said. “I worry that I’d be taking advantage of you.”

Hannah crawled over to her and planted a kiss right on her lips. I saw Carrie tense up, but then I noticed her thighs rubbing together, and knew she was liking it. When my sister pulled back, she asked, “How was that for taking advantage?”

Carrie’s eyes were lit up like candles. “It’s not your turn,” she said defiantly. For the next few hands, the questions were more innocuous as we let the kiss sink in.

Fifth hand: Carrie won. “Sorry, Mike, but I’m changing the game. Poker. You can leave any time you want.” I nodded. She turned to Hannah. “Last chance to back out.” Hannah leaned in to kiss her again, but Carrie put a finger over the girl’s lips. “Point taken,” she said. “But there will be plenty of time for that later. You know how to play?” Now it was Hannah’s eyes that lit up—a promise that meant acceptance. She nodded. It was the one gambling card game she’d been allowed to learn. “We’re playing for clothes now. Play to win, people.”

“Wait,” Hannah said. “For clothes?”

“See, Mike?” Carrie said. “I knew we were moving too fast.”

“No, no,” Hannah said. “It’s just that I dressed warmly today, and you…” she grimaced.

“Call it newbie’s handicap,” Carrie said.

With that, she dealt the cards again, and we passed the point of no return. Carrie was definitely playing to win, and Hannah and I had lost our socks before we realized it. We redoubled our efforts, but Carrie was good and had clearly psyched out my sister. Even so, Hannah was able to win a round, and Carrie lost her shirt.

“Wow…” Hannah said, as Carrie’s tattoos came into full view. Carrie smiled. My sister reached out and touched the older girl’s colored skin, blues, blacks, reds, and yellows passing under her fingertips. I could tell that it was taking all Carrie’s willpower not to jump on my sister, and she bit her lower lip and looked at me pleadingly.

“Ok,” let’s get this game moving. Famous last words. I lost, and lost badly, for several rounds in a row, and was down to just my underwear. I could see my sister trying to decide which increasingly naked body she wanted more.

Carrie caught her looking at me, but to my surprise, didn’t seem put off. It was just more motivation for her to get the girl out of her clothes, which she set out to do in short order. Hannah lost her shirt, and we both heard my girlfriend gasp. We all giggled nervously. “Was I that obvious?” Carrie said rhetorically.

Hannah lost again and lost her pants, and I got up to turn the thermostat up a couple degrees. The next round, however, I bluffed and won. Carrie lost her shorts. Sitting there in her black panties and electric blue bra, she was the flame to my sister’s moth.

Hannah lost again. “Care to do the honors?” she asked Carrie.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Carrie moved behind my sister and instead of simply unclasping the bra, she kissed the girl’s neck. Hannah’s eyes rolled back and she sighed in relief. There was a ton of tension built up, and this was but a small release. Her hands started on my sister’s legs and trailed up her hips and over her sides until moving back and deftly unclipping her bra. She let the straps slip between her fingers as she ran her hands down Hannah’s arms, slowly stripping the girl of the lacy cups. The sight of my sister’s breasts instantly made me hard.

Carrie turned the girl around slowly, discarding the bra. “I don’t usually do this,” she said.

“What,” Hannah said deliriously. “Strip a girl down in front of her brother?” Carrie looked at me and saw that I was enjoying what I saw.

“Strip a girl down after knowing her for only a few hours,” she said. “I’m not usually such an easy mark.”

“Yes you are,” Hannah said, brushing Carrie’s streak of blue hair out of her face and behind her ear. “I knew you were the one the moment I saw you.” Carrie blushed, and my sister kissed her again, but after a minute the older girl pushed her back again. Hands on shoulders traveled downward and came to rest on pale young breasts. The silence was intolerable. “Do we have to finish the game?” my sister finally asked in a voice so soft it was barely audible.

“Yes,” Carrie said, shifting gears. “One thing you need to know about me: I finish what I start.”

“You’d better.”

“I will.”

Carrie went back to her spot, and they turned to see me. “Don’t mind me,” I said.

“You’re still here,” Carrie said, without much surprise.

“Like what you see,” my sister said deviously, eyeing the tent my cock had pitched in my underwear.

“You really are something,” I said, dealing out the cards. “Both of you.”

“You think your sister’s sexy,” Carrie said, prying. I just smiled and rearranged my cards.

“Why do I get the feeling I’m in over my head?” she asked no one in particular.

I won this hand, and Carrie lost her bra. Hannah helped her with it, running her hands over the tattoos on her back. Carrie looked to me with a mixture of pleasure and awkwardness. “It’s ok,” I said. Hannah looked up and then at Carrie’s face, and moved back to her spot.

Carrie sighed with frustration. “Just be myself. Just be myself. Just be myself,” she whispered to herself.

The next hand, Hannah lost. “Stand up,” Carrie ordered, and Hannah obeyed. Carrie looked at me one time, and then hooked her fingers into the girl’s panties. Hannah played nervously but gently with her nipples as Carrie slid her panties over her hips and down her legs. When Hannah stepped out of them, Carrie said, “Turn around.” Hannah turned, and Carrie ran her hands over her ass. “God… you people are sexy as hell.”

“Pff! ‘You people,’” Hannah scoffed. Carrie smacked her on the ass, and she yelped.

“Now sit,” Carrie said. “And don’t lose again.”

I could hardly concentrate on the game. Across from me, my sister sat cross-legged, her pink pussy lips, swollen with desire, opened slightly, hinting at the incredible wetness within. I lost, obviously, and was met with one hungry, expectant stare and one questioning look. “Care to do the honors?” I asked, a little too generally. Hannah false-started, and Carrie’s eyes went wide.

“I got this,” she said to my sister and crawled over to me as I stood. Kneeling below me, she whispered, “You sure?” I nodded, and she skimmed my underwear down, freeing my cock, which sprang free, grazing her cheek. She licked her lips.

“Not yet,” I teased.

I sat back down, but Carrie still knelt in front of me. “All this is turning you on, isn’t it?” she whispered in my ear. I nodded. “Are you going to stay if I take this further?”

“If you like,” I said.

“Ok,” she said. “I know you’ve always wanted to watch me with another girl. So just watch, ok?”

“Whatever you say, babe,” I whispered into her ear, and winked at my sister over her shoulder. Hannah smiled broadly, but I could tell she was nervous.

“Ok!” Carrie announced, returning to her spot. “One last round. Winner takes all.”

“There’s not much left to take,” Hannah said, eyeing Carrie’s black panties.

“Then we’ll just have to think of something, won’t we?” Carrie asked devilishly.

The last hand Carrie won with a straight. Hannah bluffed and lost with a pair of threes, but nothing can make me believe that it wasn’t a deliberate flop. Carrie took my sister’s hand. “Nervous?” she asked. Hanna nodded. “Don’t be.” She brought Hannah to her until they were face to face.

“You’re beautiful,” my sister said, following with an awkward pause. “I don’t know what to do.”

Carrie chuckled softly and fondled some of the fiery red hair that fell over the girl’s shoulders, following it down to a pale firm breast with. Hannah took in a breath as my girlfriend’s fingers skimmed the surface of her skin, teasing their way under and then back up through the valley. Even I held my breath as I watched her index finger circle slowly in toward the nipple. But before it reached the perfect pink target, it spiraled back out. Carrie’s face was an inch away from my sister’s, and she slowly, agonizingly closed the gap.

This kiss was wholly different from the aggressive one my sister had dealt out earlier. Softly, slowly their lips met and parted. Carrie’s finger continued its teasing spirals. They parted, and I saw something in my sister’s eyes that I had seen only once before. Her hands remained at her sides, but this time, she leaned into the kiss. It was an incredible sight, my little sister and my girlfriend coming together, their bodies testing each other with gentle nervous energy. They parted again, and Hannah opened her eyes. “I…” she started, but stopped and took a deep breath for courage. “This feels right.”

“I know,” Carrie said with a crooked smile. And for a moment, they looked into each other’s eyes.

Suddenly, Hannah started laughing hysterically, unable to handle the release of tension. She leaned forward and planted her forehead on Carrie’s chest, just below her chin. Her body spasmed, shaking Carrie’s with it as the laughter became contagious. “Oh, thank god!” my sister said, trying to straighten herself up.

“What do you mean?” Carrie was chuckling and trying very hard to maintain control.

Hannah reached her hand up and caressed Carrie’s cheek. “I’m just happy, is all.” She leaned in and kissed Carrie again, and her hand ran up the back of my girlfriend’s head, her fingers running through the older girl’s dark hair. Carrie sighed softly and let her spiraling finger find my sister’s pink nipple. Hannah moaned softly, and I could tell that their tongues were dancing. Hannah ran her other hand up Carrie’s side, and then paused.

Carrie pulled back for a moment. “It’s ok,” she said. And then with a grin: “Finish what you start!” Hannah slid her hand up and over the other girl’s naked breast. It had been the first one she’d even felt, other than her own. “Just do what you think is right,” Carrie said, anticipating the girl’s question. Hannah cupped the breast in her hand and squeezed it gently. “Mmmm… that’s nice. Wanna kiss them?” Hannah nodded, and Carrie lay back.

Hannah crawled over her on all fours, and kissed Carrie again. Gradually, though, she kissed her way down the older girl’s neck and down her chest until she planted her lips on a nipple. Carrie took in a breath and bit her lower lip again. “Ah!” she gasped, when Hannah circled her tongue around the older girl’s nipple. “Oh, you’re a natural!”

Hannah sucked gently and pulled back, letting the nipple slip through her lips with a satisfying pop. “I’m just doing what feels right.”

“Well, don’t let me stop you,” Carrie said. Hannah smiled broadly and turned her attention to the girl’s other breast, licking, sucking and nibbling, all the while urged on by Carrie’s soft moans and gasps. Back and forth she went between breasts, until my girlfriend’s panting became quick and desperate. Letting her hands explore the female form below her, she kissed her way back up the older girl’s neck, nibbled on her earlobe, and then found Carrie’s lips again.

Carrie hugged my sister, and rolled her over until they had changed positions. “My turn,” she whispered hoarsely, barely in control of her passions. Dipping her head to the teenager’s breast, she began licking and sucking the pink nipples.

“Oh, god!” Hannah moaned. She ran her hands through the black and blue hair. “Hah!” She arched her back, pressing her young breasts into my girlfriend’s mouth. When she did, her pussy ground against Carrie’s thigh, leaving a snail’s trail of wetness from knee to hip.

“Oh, baby, you’re so wet!” Carrie breathed. She kissed my sister hard on the lips, and her right hand slid down, over the girl’s belly and to the source of wet warmth.

“MMMM!” Hannah moaned into her mouth when Carrie’s fingers caressed the hot, slick, pink flesh between her legs. I saw my sister hump her pussy against Carrie’s hand. Carrie pulled back from the kiss, and Hannah craned upward, trying to kiss her again.

“I want to see your face,” Carrie said.

“Wh—OH!” Hannah hadn’t even been able to start the question, when Carrie’s middle finger slipped into her.

“Want another?” Carrie asked, knowing the answer.

“Uh huh,” Hannah said. Carrie slipped in another finger easily, and my sister’s head rolled back in ecstasy. “Fuck!” she cried.

Carrie began sliding her fingers in and out of the writhing girl in unison, and Hannah’s moans became louder. I watched her lithe pale body pulse with lust as she was finger fucked by a girl for the first time. Carrie was also lost in the moment, her soft curves melting into my sister’s. It was as if she was making love to someone she hadn’t seen in years. When it looked like Hannah might come, Carrie backed off and withdrew her fingers. Hannah gave her an imploring look, but Carrie leaned in whispered something I couldn’t hear, and Hannah nodded nervously but eagerly, looking the older girl directly in the eyes. Carrie smiled at her reassuringly, and kissed her on the lips. My girlfriend kissed and nibbled her way down to my sister’s breasts, giving them brief attention before moving down over her pale, firm belly.

Hannah lifted her head and watched as Carrie’s kisses moved closer to her aching sex. Her breath was ragged and tense, and when Carrie’s tongue found its mark, she squealed and blushed. Her fiery red hair spread out on the floor and over her shoulders. “Oh!” she cried out when Carrie’s tongue found her clit. Their eyes met, and Hannah saw that Carrie was smiling at her, and she nearly lost it. “Oh, Carrie!”

“Mmmmm,” Carrie moaned into my sister’s young pussy. I could see in her eyes that the girl’s taste and smell were driving her crazy. She began lapping and sucking madly at Hannah’s clit, and my sister arched her pussy off the floor. Her head went back, eyes clenched, and mouth agape.

“Fuck!” Hannah groaned in ecstasy. “Fuck, Carrie! I’m gonna… you’re gonna make me… nnnngghhh!!” As she came, teeth clenched, she bucked and writhed, but Carrie stuck with her until she went slack.

Carrie kissed the inside of the girl’s thighs and crawled back up Hannah’s prone, panting body, straddling her waist and looking down on her with giddy joy. “You horny little beast,” she said, smiling. “You’re just like your brother. I bet you’ll be begging for more before the night’s out, too.”

“I…” Hannah began, but had to get her bearings. “I had no idea.”

“It’s pretty awesome, isn’t it? being with a girl.”

“Yeah… but…”

“BUT?!” Carrie recoiled.

“But I…” Hannah caressed Carrie’s hips and hooked her thumbs into the waist of the thin black panties. “I want to taste you now.” She began skimming the smooth fabric over the older girl’s tight, shapely ass. Carrie rolled off of her, allowing the panties to come off in a single motion. “Oh fuck,” Hannah said, in awe. “You’re so beautiful.” She straddled Carrie and kissed her. “I can’t believe I’m about to do this.”

“If we’re going too fast—ahh…” Carrie trailed off as Hannah kissed her neck and moved quickly over her chest. My sister paid a little more attention to the older girl’s belly, but eventually, the moment came where her mouth hovered above the bald pussy, her hot breath making Carrie squirm in anticipation, again biting the side of her lower lip. As before, the girls’ eyes met as hot tongue met smooth, pliable flesh. Carrie clapped a hand over her mouth and breathed, “Oh my god!” Hannah, encouraged, explored with her tongue and ran her hands up and down