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(MF-teens, inc, orgy) *** Part 2: Return of the Son of the Sequel It's been about a month since the reunion with my baby sister Terry. And it's been a busy, busy month for the both of us. She has school and still works at the Pink Pony strip club to make tuition money. Not to mention how much of her free time is taken up with keeping me calm and pacified. I have my work on post, which keeps me pretty well occupied most of the time. And for a little extra money I took over bouncing for Marco while he recovers from his injuries. Old guys take longer to heal I guess. Things have been quiet, bouncer-wise, since my little run in with the college jocks last month. Word has spread up and down the strip that you don't want to act up in the Pony. Suits me just fine. I don't need to get any more wound up than I usually am. Two weeks back, after a very sweaty and raunchy bout with Terry, we lay on the floor of her apartment, her back against my chest, her hips snugged up tight against my groin, my cock still hard and buried in her dripping pussy, my leg thrown up over her legs and tugging her back even harder against me. I basked in the relaxing calm that, at least for me, always follows sex. I wasn't tired or sleepy, just very much at peace with the world. I crave this kind of feeling the way junkies crave the high they get from their drug of choice. I nuzzled Terry's neck and kissed her behind the ear, licking down from there to the juncture of her jaw and throat. The arm she wasn't laying on was directing my hand to stroke and caress her belly, then drifted up to cup one firm and tender breast, then tease and taunt its tired little nipple. "Terry?" I said, very softly. "Hmmmm?" she mumbled drowsily. She wiggled her wonderful ass back against me, trying for a little more depth of penetration from my slowly shrinking member. "I love you," I whispered. I could feel her eyelids snap open. Her entire body, only an instant before had been limp and exhausted, but now I could feel every single muscle and tendon go taut. "You what?" her voice was a little raspy and more than a little wary. "I love you, little sister. I love you, lover. I love you, Terry." "How long has it been since you came?" "Maybe five minutes." "And you love me?" "Yes." "You don't feel love, Jerry Lee. You don't have feelings like most people." "I know that." "You can't love me." "I do love you." "How do you know it isn't just lust?" "Because I just came about five minutes ago and I haven't fallen asleep yet. I can't stop thinking about you, I want to hold you like this till the universe tears itself apart...and I want to marry you." She made a sound like hissing in reverse, and then I could feel her shoulders begin to shake a little and tiny sobbing sounds worked their way out of her chest. I pulled out of her and sat up, scooped her up in my arms, settled her on my lap, wrapped her up in my arms and held her tightly while she cried into my chest. After a while she calmed down enough to talk. "You mean it? You want to marry me?" "Yeah, I mean it." She smiled up at me, a little weakly. I think I really came out of the blue with this one and she was in no way ready for it. "How can we get married?" "There are ways, my darling girl. All you need are the right contacts in low places. It shouldn't take more than a week or so to get the necessary paperwork assembled. Then we're off to the wedding chapel of your choice." "Sounds kinda kinky," she giggled. I wiped the tears from her beautiful face and kissed her long and hard. "Just say the word, baby girl, and I'll start the wheels moving," I said after she released my tongue from between her teeth. "Say it again, please?" she pleaded. I smiled. "I love you, Terry. Will you marry me?" She shivered in my arms, then threw her own around my neck and hugged me till I thought my head might pop off. Her lips were against my ear and I could feel her breath scald my lobe. "I love you so much, Jerry Lee. Yes, yes, yes, yes!" ** So, I got the paperwork, giving my little sister a new identity (not nearly as difficult as it's made out to be, just expensive) she would use as my wife. Driver's License, birth certificate and Social Security card. She'd only need them for dealing with life as Mrs. Lewis. For everything else she could keep her own identity. With new ID in hand we took off for Las Vegas and got married. We had a lovely three day honeymoon; seeing the shows, doing a bit of gambling and of course lots and lots of fucking. Then we came back home and continued with our lives, lives mostly unchanged from what they had been before we went off and got married. Then one night, as we were leaving the Pink Pony, Terry started asking me some very odd questions. "Hon?" she began. "What's up Baby?" "Have you thought about our little family unit much?" "In what way?" There was a long pause. "Would you like to have a child?" she replied finally. "I had a vasectomy years back, baby. I never wanted to take the chance of passing on my little quirk." I told her. We'd discussed this before, I was pretty sure. I've always been very upfront with the women I fuck on this point. "I know. But there are other ways to...expand our family." I knew she had something in mind long before now. My little sister is a thinker and a planner. I stopped at the driver side of our truck and leaned up against the door. I looked down into the pale gray- green eyes of my lover/sister/wife and heaved a sigh. "Okay, out with it. What have you got on your devious mind?" "I think we should adopt a child." "Keep going..." I said. Terry turned back towards the strip club we had just left for the night and waved her arm, indicating someone should come to us. Out of the shadows emerged a young woman. I recognized her as Leah, one of the dancers who worked with Terry. Leah is a very pretty girl, shorter than me by about three inches, lean, but not skinny. Her black hair compliments vibrant violet eyes set in a heart shaped face that is enhanced by a slightly upturned button nose and full generous lips. Her skin is the color of coffee that's had a bit too much milk mixed in and her body is that of a gymnast; slim hips and shoulders, small tight tits and a round hard butt. Of all the girls who work at the Pony, she is probably the second best dancer, next to Terry. Leah approached us cautiously, standing next to Terry, who put one arm around her shoulders and hugged her. On stage Leah is a dynamo, full of energy, fire and passion. Off stage she is a scared little mouse, and I think maybe I intimidated the hell out of her. I turned to Terry, a puzzled look on my face. "You want us to adopt Leah?" Leah hung her head and stared at her feet. Terry kept her arm around Leah's shoulders and stroked her gently, protectively. My sister looked at me and nodded. "Leah has been lying about her age to work here. She's only fifteen. She ran away from her family to escape being abused by her father and uncle." Leah raised her head and faced me directly, her eyes showing some of the fire I'd seen in them while on stage. "I only want a place where I can feel safe." She said softly. "Does she know?" I asked my sister. "I told her, yes." "And you think you'll feel safe with us? With ME?" I asked Leah. "I saw what you did to protect Terry. There's nothing I wouldn't do to have someone who would do that for me, who would WANT to do that for me." Her voice was so faint I could barely make out the words. I looked into Terry's eyes, for some clue, some hint as to where this was heading. Not seeing a thing there aside from firmness and defiance, I found myself suddenly alone and needing to think clearly. Shit, this was shaping up into a battle of wills between me and Terry and I could feel my senses getting sharper, my skin got tighter and the buzzing of nerve endings began to feed me data from everywhere. My close cropped hair stood on end, I could feel my muscles bunch and swell. I couldn't believe my own little sister had gone and gotten me this wound up. The anger inside began to bubble and roil, slopping over the edges of the infinitely bottomless pit that resides at the center of my being. I could feel Terry tense up as she watched me. She knew the signs. Damnit, she knew exactly what she was doing. She clasped Leah closer and I could feel she was ready to step between the two of us to protect the girl. I could feel the fear and pain and hurt that had become such an ingrained part of Leah's existence. I could feel her spirit sagging, only barely held in place by the comforting presence of Terry's arm. I heaved a long and heavy sigh and tried to relax my body as much as possible. "Well, if I can manage to marry my own dear sweet, manipulative little sister I don't see why I can't arrange to adopt a fifteen year old daughter." Terry's face went from stubborn and defiant to bright and loving. She squealed with delight and threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing my face, neck and down to what skin wasn't covered by my shirt. "I love you sooooo much!" she giggled, continuing to smother me with kisses and squeezing my neck. "I love you too, Baby." And I gathered her to me in a bear hug. After a few moments of this we released each other and I glanced over at Leah who was watching us with a wistful expression on her face. "It is so amazing to watch the two of you together, to see how much you care for each other." Terry smiled at the girl who, to my eyes, began to look younger and younger as the minutes passed. How could I have ever thought she was old enough to be working as a stripper? "Come here silly," Terry said to Leah, "and give your new momma and poppa a hug." Leah dropped her backpack and came over and joined our little hug-fest. I found myself nearly sandwiched between the two of them, but I did notice a little extra caressing of backs and butts between the two of them. I began to second guess my acceptance of this arrangement. Nobody messes with what's mine. Nobody, no-how... I don't give a damn how cute. But Terry wanted this, for whatever reason. And I wanted her to be happy. As much as my gut was telling me to lash out in defense of what was mine, I discovered a real need to wait and discover what she was up to. I trusted her, I loved her. I had to trust she knew what she was doing. I could feel myself getting even more wound up, tighter and tighter. "Uh oh..." Terry hissed. She could feel my tension build. It's always amazed me how she can feel what I'm feeling. "We've got to get you home and calmed down, fast." My sister/lover said to me. "Yeah, I think that might be a really good idea." I rasped back. "You'd better drive; I don't think we'll be too safe with me behind the wheel." I gave Terry the keys and the three of us piled in to the truck, Terry behind the wheel, Leah in the middle and me leaning against the passenger side door. On the ride back to Terry's apartment I mostly kept my head out the window letting the wind do what it could to cool my over heated blood. But I could also fell Leah's thigh pressing against mine. I looked down into her heart shaped face and I heard her whisper to me: "Thank you." I reached over and gave her thigh a little squeeze and a pat. We got to the apartment and I launched myself onto the loveseat. Terry hustled Leah inside and locked the door behind her, then escorted her to one of the big beanbag chairs. A big blue thing with a nice clear view of the loveseat "I've explained to Leah about your little condition and what I do to relieve it. But I think she might be a little shocked by actually seeing this." she said to me over her shoulder. "Just remember, Leah" she said turning back to the young girl, "J.L. will never do anything to you against your will. He's not like your dad or uncle. Not anything like them." Leah nodded that she understood. At that, Terry turned and hurried to kneel between my legs and began unbuckling and unzipping my pants. With a little help from me she slipped my pants down over my hips and then inhaled my cock into her warm wet mouth. Her lips slid up and down the shaft while one hand cupped my balls and tenderly squeezed them, and the other hand caressed my inner thigh, occasionally slipping a finger below my balls to press against my asshole. I sucked air in between my clenched teeth. My hands grasped Terry's shoulders, massaging her neck muscles, working down her back then pulling up along her ribcage, dragging her shirt up at the same time. Terry bobbed her head up and down, face fucking herself on my cock and pulling me closer and closer to the calm river flow that I so desperately desired. "Baby, I'm there!" I growled, to give her warning. She removed her mouth but continued to work my slick shaft with one hand while the other was pressing harder and harder against my ass. She finally managed to slip one finger in to the second knuckle and I exploded. Cum shot up in a great arc, some of it landing on Terry's hair, some on her back. A second round hit her in the face, sliding down over her lips and chin to dribble off and end up on the front of her shirt. I could hear Leah moan softly to herself in the background. The third and fourth contractions didn't have the power of the first two and just drooled over her hand and pooled around the base of my cock. "God, what a mess you've made of me, lover." Terry groused, examining the wet spots all over her shirt. "I'd better get cleaned up before we continue." She got to her feet and gave the head of my cock a little pat, smiling at me. "Be back in a few, sweetie." She said. I raised my eyebrows in a question. I go no reply as Terry headed into the back where the bathroom and bedroom were, leaving me and my cock and Leah alone in the living room. Terry had never felt the need to clean up after getting a little jizz on her before... just what the hell was my sexy little mink up to? Leah eyeballed my still hard cock then braced herself to talk to me. "How many times do you have to cum before you calm down?" she asked quietly. I thought about that for a bit. "It's not about how often I cum. The more I fuck, the more relaxed I get. As far as I know, I don't ever have to cum. I just need to fuck for one or two hours; that's usually enough to do the trick." "Is that why you used to go from club to club all the time?" "Yeah. I wasn't looking for love or anything like that, just someone to fuck." "I've been working at the Pony for over eight months... you never hit on me." The way she said it, it was more of a question than a statement. "Believe me, if I hadn't met up with Terry again, I'd have gotten around to you." "If you had asked, I'd have said yes." She said softly, and looked me in the eyes. Ahhh... so this is what my sweet, sexy, and slightly sick little sister has in mind. I nodded to myself. "Why don't you sit over here with me, Leah?" Leah had a brief internal discussion, then got off the beanbag chair and took a seat next to me on the loveseat. "You're still really tense, huh?" "Yeah, still pretty wound up, but better than when we first got here." "I could help..." she offered. I was about to have one of those moments that would endear me to my shrink, if I ever actually told him about any of this. "Sweet Pea, you don't have to DO anything. Terry and I agreed. You can stay and be a part of our warped little family group. You don't need to earn a place. You have a place. Besides, I only NEED my sister to calm me down these days. My days of hunting pussy up and down the strip are over." I put an arm around her shoulders and tucked her in to the side of my chest. I kissed her forehead and whispered to her: "Your safe now and it won't cost you a thing." And I'll be damned if I didn't start to feel protective of this girl. Of course it would have been much more like a Hallmark moment if my engorged cock hadn't been waving in the air at the same time. Leah broke free of my arm and grabbed my stiff dick with both hands and began kissing and licking the head. Ah well, so much for noble intentions. Leah was wearing a loose fitting green jogging suit, so it didn't take much for me to slide the pants over her hips and down past her knees leaving her with the top on and a pair of thong panties. It didn't take long for the thong to join her pants at her knees. While she worked her mouth on my cock, my hand worked her ass cheeks, kneading her hard little globes between my strong fingers, sliding digits along the dampening crevice that led to her cunt lips. Leah sucked, I probed. She licked, I caressed. She kissed and I reached around and diddled her clit. Leah slid off the loveseat and worked her way between my legs on her knees, never letting my cock free of her mouth or her hands. Her bare butt bobbed and wiggled and bounced while her mouth and hands played my throbbing rod like a trombone. She was sucking me like my sister did. In the dark I'd be hard pressed to tell the difference in their technique. Then Terry came out of the bedroom and her eyes took in Leah and her bouncing butt. Terry was wearing one of my full length robes and had a leather belt in her hands. "So, momma leaves the room for a few minutes and little Leah starts sucking on poppa's dick." Terry actually sounded angry and hurt. I had no idea she was such a good actress. Oh yeah, I had been royally set up. Terry strode up to Leah, who was still going to town on my cock, reared back with the belt and lashed it across the girl's naked ass. The cracking sound it made was nothing compared to the shudder and ripple effect that traveled from Leah's ass thru her body to my cock, which was pretty much lodged at the base of her throat. I felt, more than heard, her moan of pain, but she didn't stop sucking on me for an instant. More importantly, at least from my point of view, I sustained no damage from clenching teeth. "Somebody really needs to be punished." Terry said with a very matter of fact tone, and smacked Leah across the cheeks with the belt again. Leah whimpered with pain, but kept her mouth working up and down my cock. I could feel the effort she put into not clamping down on my shaft with her teeth. I could also tell how much she was getting off on the spanking/sucking combination. What I found really surprising was how much my sweet little sister was getting into playing the disciplinarian. I would never have suspected that she harbored a sadistic streak. Terry lashed out again with the leather strap, and this time Leah not only whimpered but actually moaned and wiggled her butt in response. Her tongue flicked over my glans faster and faster as I felt the heat of her body increase and the hot tears from her weeping eyes fell onto my belly. Terry, belt in hand, turned around and headed back into the bedroom. She wasn't gone nearly as long this time. I wiped the tears from Leah's face with my hands and smoothed her hair back. The young girl never stopped working her mouth and tongue on my cock. "It's okay, sweet pea." I whispered softly to her as I ran my fingers thru her hair. "You're safe now. We'll keep you safe and loved." At these words, Leah slowed her ministrations and looked up into my eyes and I swear she managed to smile at me with her mouth full. Then Terry reemerged from the back room. And brother was she a sight to behold. Stark naked, hair untied and flowing around her bare shoulders and down her back, sometimes falling down in front of her hiding those perky little tits I love so much. Well, not quite naked. She was wearing a strap-on harness that hung around her hips with straps that ran between her legs. It looked a little like a leather jockstrap. And hanging from this leather harness was a monster dildo at least ten inches in length, and about three and a half inches around. When she walked the dark colored mock cock wiggled around like a living thing. In her hand was a bottle of baby oil, which she was squirting liberally into her open palm. Terry took up a position behind Leah, who was still kneeling between my legs, and proceeded to take a kneeling position between Leah's legs. She took her oily hand and inserted two fingers into what I assume was Leah's pussy and began pushing in and out in a furious sawing motion. The hand that held the bottle of oil began dribbling the slick substance out all over the smaller girl's burnished butt cheeks. Leah moaned and groaned and ground her hips back against my little sister's intrusive fingers. Her attention was no longer focused on my cock. Her head came up and her mouth came off of me as she began to cry out loud for the first time since Terry began her assaults. "Ohhhhh, goddddddd!" Leah wailed. I couldn't tell if it was a cry of pain or pleasure. I'm not sure she knew either. Terry lubed up the huge dildo with the oil she's spread all over Leah's ass, then using one hand to hold the jiggling thing steady, shoved it into Leah's slicked up and dripping cunt. The poor little thing's eyes got as wide as saucers and the expression on her face went from shock, to terror, to amazement and then to pure lust. Her eyes glazed over and her face went slack. She collapsed face first into my lap, her arms draped over my thighs, her cheek rested heavily against my lonesome and abandoned dick. Her lips made fluttering little efforts to kiss my softening member, but she just couldn't muster up the strength to get close enough for contact. Terry was thrusting her hips back and forth with what appeared to be limitless energy, occasionally bringing one hand down hard against one of Leah's already glowing cheeks. "Yes...oh yes...harder momma, harder... I've been bad... so bad." the girl mumbled in her delirium. I raised an eyebrow and gave a questioning look to my rampant little sister. "Leah needs to be punished for what she sees as sinful behavior. It's how she was brought up. She also has a submissive nature. She needs this kind of treatment to feel safe and secure... and even loved." Terry told me softly, not missing a single stroke in the process. "I see... so you are the dominating mother figure?" My sweet little sister rammed her hips, and by extension the monster dildo, deeper and harder into the sopping wet cunt of our prospective daughter. "Yup, that's my role in our little family dynamic." "And what, I'm the loving but indulgent protector slash father figure?" Terry smiled warmly at me. "You are who you are. You can't change who and what you are Jerry Lee and I wouldn't want you to if you could. Just be you for the both of us and that'll be all either of us needs." I stroked Leah's head as she lay in my lap, moaning and groaning and whimpering softly. "It's okay, sweet pea. Momma loves you." I said in as comforting a voice as I could manage. "MMmmmmm-hmmmmm. She sure does." Leah hummed, her voice on low vibrate that started my cock back on the rise. Terry had stopped her thrusting and pulled out of Leah's soggy cunt. The jelly-like dildo made a slurping kind of sound as it popped free of her clenching lips, and Leah made a whining little mew in the back of her throat. Terry applied fresh new oil to the dark appendage and then placed it against Leah's anus and forced it in. "NOOOOOOO!" the little girl screamed into my crotch, wrapped her arms around my waist and held on for dear life. Terry grabbed hold of the girl's hips and used them as leverage to force more of the slippery rubber menace into the depths of Leah's back door. I patted Leah's sweat drenched head, wiped tears from her sobbing face, massaged her lower back and hips to ease some of the pain she had to be feeling, and generally did what I could to relax her and make her feel more comfortable, more secure. Terry rode the girl's ass like a cowboy would ride a bronco at a rodeo. And with each brutal thrust of her hips she slapped her hand hard against an exposed butt cheek. I have to admit that I was feeling a bit left out of this little emotional drama. I unlocked Leah's arms from around my waist and lifter her off my lap and eased out from under her, setting her head and chest on the loveseat cushion. I got up and stretched my knotted up back and leg muscles. Then, curious, I walked around behind the two girls and watched as my sister fucked the hell out of Leah's ass. I watched as my sister's but flexed and clenched, moving back and forth. Reaching down I picked up the half empty bottle of baby oil and squeezed a bit out onto my cock and worked the lubrication around. I took up a position behind Terry, squirted more of the oil into my hand, dropped the bottle and rubbed my hands together, getting them both slicked up. Reaching down began to massage Terry's exposed ass with my oily hands. I love her ass. The skin is so smooth, the muscles under the skin are so firm and taut, but yielding to my touch. I slid one hand deep between her cheeks and down the crack of that glorious ass to the entrance of her cunt. One finger slipped between the folds of her lower lips and dipped deep into her pussy. "Ooooooh...that's nice, so nice." Terry purred. Then she raised a hand and smacked Leah's glowing red ass one more time. I kept working my finger inside her, and started tweaking a rock hard little nipple as well. "Ahhhhhh! Damn Jerry Lee, you sure know how to get a girl riled!" "Baby, you ain't even seen riled... yet." I snarled back. I removed my finger from her pussy and slid it back up the crack between her cheeks until it came to rest against her asshole. I swirled it around and around the tight little ring of muscle, getting it wetter and slicker. I then pulled the finger away and pressed my thumb against her anus and pushed. My thumb popped inside Terry's ass, and I damn near came when I heard her gasp. "Jerry Lee?" she mewed as I gave my thumb a real workout after forcing it in up to the palm of my hand. "Yeah?" I said. "What are you thinking?" "You really want to know?" I removed my thumb and replaced it with two fingers, stretching her asshole wider and getting it slicker inside and out. "Never mind." She moaned as I worked my fingers in and out and around. "I can guess." Terry wrapped her arms around Leah's hips and waist and did her best to force all of that ten inch monster into Leah's ass, and when she'd gotten as much in as was going to go, she cupped her hips to the girl's ass and lay her chest down on Leah's back. "What's going on?" Leah wheezed, her breath coming in panting gasps, as if she'd been running a marathon. "It's okay, honey," Terry said as she lay on top of Leah, "Poppa's just gonna do to me what I've been doing to you." Leah giggled. "Wicked." I pulled my fingers out of Terry's ass and pressed my cock against the slowly closing opening and applied pressure. It felt as if her ass just opened up like a mouth and sucked the head of my cock inside her. Her back passage was so hot and so tight. I shoved with a bit more force, a little at a time, until I felt some serious resistance and Terry squealed. "Wait, wait, wait! Oh, please... give me a minute Jerry Lee." So I waited, with as much patience as I could manage. "Okay... it's okay now." Terry finally said. I let out the breath I didn't realize I'd been holding in and started to pull out of my sister's ass. When I was nearly all the way out, with just the head still inside her, I fumbled around and recovered the bottle of baby oil and squeezed more of the slick liquid on my shaft and around her stretched anal ring. Then I leaned forward and drove myself all the way forward as hard as I could until my pelvis made slapping contact with her firm round cheeks. Terry howled, and Leah screamed. Because of the way the three of us were connected, if I fucked Terry with enough force, she would in turn fuck Leah. In a manner of speaking, I was fucking two girls in the ass at the same time. Well, that gave me one hell of a jolt. I liked the idea, a lot. I pulled back, nearly out of my lover's backside, then slammed back in to the hilt, driving her hips forward and plunging her deeper into little Leah. "Momma, more, more, harder!" from Leah. "God, oh god, oh god, oh..." from Terry. For my part I was pretty much silent, as I generally am during sex. My breathing rate increased, my heart raced, the blood in my veins was boiling and surging. But, with each stroke into Terry's ass, and by extension Leah's, I fell deeper and deeper into the flowing river of calm that began taking the place of my anger fueled tension. "Baby?" I wanted to get Terry's attention. Something odd had occurred to me. "Yeah?" she replied after I completed another driving stroke deep into her bowels. "Doesn't Leah ever cum?" "Not as far as I know." She took a deep breath and tried to get her bearings. I stopped my movements so she could talk with the girl. "Leah, honey?" Terry began. "Yes momma?" her voice seemed very faint and far away. "Have you ever cum during sex?" "Had an orgasm, you mean?" "That's right. Have you ever had one?" "No." A sad word from a deeply sad child. Terry looked over her shoulder at me. "I'll do what I can." I said. "But I'm not Superman." In a feat of physical dexterity that I NEVER want to try again as long as I live, I reached one arm forward and around both girls and found Leah's clit and began to pinch and twist and flick it, while with my other I did the same for Terry. I did the best I could the keep working my cock in and out of my lover's ass, but was limited by having my fingers buried deep in the pussies of two lovely and very needy girls. And so it went, for what seemed to me to be several weeks. Then Leah began to gasp and pant, like a dog in heat. "Ohhh...ooooooh, yes, yes, yes... oh more, more, more, more!" Her hips and ass began to twist and buck, trying to drive her clit harder against my hand. When Terry heard and felt Leah's reaction, it was as if somewhere inside her own cum switch had been moved to the ON position. The pair of them began to shudder and shake and moan and groan. I felt as if I were riding an earthquake. A soft, warm and very wet earthquake. I kept up my clit diddling until I heard their voices rising in volume and pitch, at which point I pulled my hands away and resumed my violent piston action in and out of Terry's ass, feeling my cock swell in length and girth. I came in time with the gasping, shrieking and shuddering of the two women beneath me, filling Terry's tight anal passage with the finally released contents of my swollen balls. I collapsed on top of the two girls, mindlessly stroking their sweaty bodies with my hands. When I could muster the strength I pulled out of Terry's butt and fell back on the big blue bean bag chair. After a moment or two more, Terry disengaged the monster dildo from Leah's butt and fell back onto the floor. I watched as the young girl's gaping orifice slowly closed itself up and once again became a tight little pink sphincter. I got to my knees and helped Terry into a sitting position. She scrambled to release herself from the leather harness. Then she crawled onto my lap and laid her head against my chest and we held each other. I looked up from my precious little sister and saw Leah trying to get to her feet. She looked more than a little disorientated and lost. I gave Terry a big hug and set her down on the floor. Getting to my feet, I reached Leah in a couple of steps and caught her up in my arms and scooped her up off her feet and moved her over to where Terry sat looking up at me with wide eyes. I lowered myself to a sitting position and eased Leah onto my lap and held her close, stroking her hair and kissing her face and making soothing little sounds deep in my chest. She clung to my like a baby kitten would cling to its mother. I looked up at my sister. "How long have the two of you been lovers?" I demanded. "We started sleeping together about four months ago." "You taught her how to suck cock." I said. It wasn't a question. "Yes. All she knew was what her father and uncle had shown her, and there was no love in anything they ever did to her." Leah clung tighter to me, hearing the two of us discussing her like this. "She deserves to learn about love. Everyone deserves to know what love feels like." Terry was getting more defiant and aggressive. "She deserves to feel the way I do when you make love to me." That gave me pause. I can only wish I knew what feeling loved was like. I know I love my sister but I've never felt loved. I wish... "I can't do the discipline thing. It wouldn't be safe." "I know. I'll take care of that part. You just be Jerry Lee." "Poppa?" a tiny little girl voice emerged from beneath my chin. "What is it, sweet pea?" "I love you poppa." Well bugger me with a fish fork. "I love you too Leah. I love you too." I glanced at my sister, my lover, my wife. "Tattoo?" she asked/told me. I sighed and gave the little girl on my lap a hug. "Yeah, tattoo." Terry crawled over behind me and snuggled up close. Her arms went around my neck and she hugged me, pressing her firm tits and hard nipples into my back. Her lips were nibbling at my ear. "Who says you're not Superman?" ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 39