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Explorations
by Oyster50 (oyster1950@gmail.com)

***

A young boy, his younger sister and her best friend find 
a break from boredom one evening, not knowing then that 
they're starting a lifetime of fun and games together. 
(bgg, youths, 1st, bi, mast, oral, orgy, ws, rom)

***

AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you haven't discovered by now folks, 
it's a fantasy. No connection with any real people. 
Depicts explicit sex under conditions that are likely 
illegal. For adults only. 

***


-= Chapter One =-

1964. I was twelve. It was the cooling part of autumn, 
and Mom and Dad announced that they were going to do 
their regular Friday night thing, go across the street 
to the neighbors and play cards. That would kill the 
evening for them. They were usually home around eleven, 
and since it was just across the street, they left me at 
home with my ten year old sister, Pammy.

Except this time we weren't alone. The neighbors across 
the street also had a ten year old daughter Jilly who 
happened to be my sister's best friend, and she was 
spending the night at our house.

And that's where we were at seven in the evening, me 
laying on the sofa watching the beginning of one western 
or another, and the two girls sitting in the middle of 
the floor doing something that involved a couple of baby 
dolls, squeaky voices, and a lot of giggling.

The TV didn't have anything to hold my interest, and I 
certainly didn't have interest in playing dolls, so I 
got up and retreated to my room. Since Mom made sure 
we'd bathed before she left, I was in my pajamas. They 
were cotton, and new and since Mom was frugal, she'd 
bought oversized to make sure I didn't outgrow them 
before they had some miles on them. So there I was in my 
bed, leaned back, reading some book. 

I could hear the conversation going on up the short hall 
into the living room.

Jilly said, "Where'd Dan go?"

Pammy answered, "Oh, he's probably in his room reading 
or something."

"Oh," Jilly said, "you think he'd read to us?"

"I dunno," said Pammy. "He reads to me. Ever since I was 
little." She was right. I was a good reader at an early 
age and Mom and Dad were relieved when I took over the 
"bedtime story" duties. I did pretty good with Pammy's 
favorite Dr. Seuss and other children's books. 

Many a night she'd fallen asleep curled up against me as 
I read to her.

So here come two ten year old girls with a Dr. Seuss 
book. "Danny," said Pammy, "will you read to us?" She 
called me "Danny" when she wanted a favor.

I tilted my book down and looked at them. "You're ten. 
You know how to read. Go read it yourself. And aren't 
you a liitle old for Doctor Seuss?"

Pammy jumped into my bed and looked at me. She verged on 
skinny, with blonde, sun-bleached hair that Mom kept cut 
in a practical and convenient page-boy cut, with bangs 
straight across her forehead at eyebrow level and the 
rest of her hair just at her jawline. Blue eyes looked 
at me expectantly. "Please…" she said.

Jilly bounced onto the bed too. Jilly wasn't skinny. She 
wasn't exactly fat, but she had what people liked to 
call baby fat, just the slightest amount of pudginess to 
her. Her face was rounded and her dark brown hair was 
short and naturally curly, forming a wreath around her 
face. Her eyes were green and she had a magic 
combination of olive complexion and freckles, and to 
this day I seldom remember her not at least on the verge 
of a smile. "Yeah, please, Dan."

I resigned myself. It wasn't that unpleasant a task. I 
stuck a bookmark into my book and set it on the night 
stand and took Pammy's book. 

"Okay," I said.

Two squeals later I had Jilly on my left side and Pammy 
on my right, snuggled in beside me so they could look at 
the pages as I read. Pammy wrapped her arms around my 
biceps and Jilly had her cheek against my shoulder and I 
sniffed the wafting smell of two freshly bathed little 
girls as I started to read.

And it happened. I was TWELVE, for heaven's sake. And 
like many twelve year old boys, I had a dick with a mind 
of its own. And this is the time that it decided to get 
hard. I wasn't having erotic thoughts. No fantasies. No 
caressing. I was reading a Dr. Seuss book to two ten 
year olds, and my dick got hard. That in itself wouldn't 
have been a problem. I was used to it getting hard at 
inopportune times and I could ignore it, and I was 
pretty good at faking a limp or whatever to hide it from 
the world at large and sitting cross-legged in bed, it 
shouldn't have been a problem, except for those 
oversized pajamas.

"Hey, Danny!" said Jilly, "your thing is sticking out!"

"What?" I asked.

"Your thing. It's poking out of your PJ's."

I looked down and there it was, the head and about an 
inch and a half of its maybe four inches poking through 
the open fly of my pajamas. I turned red. Really red. 
"I'm sorry," I said. "These pajamas are too big." I 
dropped the book and reached my hands down to rearrange 
my fly.

And that's when things went off track.

"Wait," said Jilly. "I wanna look at it. I haven't ever 
seen one up close." She turned to Pammy and asked, "Have 
you seen one?"

Pammy did her little smile that verged on a smirk. "I've 
seen Danny's. A buncha times. We used to take baths 
together when we were little. An' sometimes I play with 
it."

Jilly's eyes lit up. "He lets you play with it?"

"Uh-huh," said Pammy. She looked at me. "You gonna let 
Jilly play with it?"

"Jilly," I said, "you can't ever tell anybody. We'd get 
in a lot of trouble for playin' nasty."

Jilly's eyes were twinkly. "I promise I won't tell 
nobody."

"You can touch it, then."

Her little hand reached out and her index finger touched 
the head gently. It twitched.

"Eek!" she said, jerking her hand back. "Did I hurt it?"

"No," I said. "That felt good. Sometimes it jerks when 
it feels good."

"Yeah," chirped Pammy. "It wiggles when I play with it."

"Oh," said Jilly, then her fingers wrapped around it 
gently. Then she squeezed, kind of tentatively. "It's 
hot! And soft an' hard at the same time!"

"Danny," said Pammy, "Take your PJ's off so she can see 
it all."

"Okay," I said, and the two of them moved back as I 
scooted out of my PJ's.

"The top, too." Said Pammy.

And I was naked, and a ten year old girl was wanting to 
explore my twelve year old dick. This was promising. The 
two of them were now sitting at one end of my bed and I 
was sitting at the other.

Pammy started giving a lesson. "See," she said, cupping 
my little sack in her hand, "these are his balls. He 
likes it when you kind bounce them in your hand and 
kinda tug on them. But NEVER squeeze but just a little 
bit, ‘cuz it hurts him really bad."

Pammy removed her hand and Jilly's replaced it. Her 
fingers explored happily and thoroughly. She squeezed 
gently. "Is this too hard?" she asked. 

"No" I said, "if you was squeezing too hard I'd jump and 
make you stop."

She grinned. Pammy wrapped her fingers around the shaft 
of my dick. "You can squeeze this pretty hard, though. 
But if you just barely squeeze it, you can slide the 
skin up and down, an' he likes that. An' the end of it 
makes him feel real good."

I was thinking that Pammy not only learned her lessons 
well, but she was good little teacher. I also noticed 
she was licking her lips and looking at me while Jilly 
was studying the new live toys in her grasp.

And that's when Jilly dropped her next little bombshell.

"You're s'posed to suck on it," she announced, matter of 
factly.

My eyes met Pammy's for a brief, knowing second. "What 
makes you think that?" I asked.

Jilly ‘s eye's twinkled and she was in full grin. "I 
know about THAT! One night I was on the sofa in my 
living room and they thought I was asleep, an' Dad came 
out of the bathroom just wearin' his shorts, an' Mom 
stopped him right there in the hall an' she kneeled down 
in front of him and took out his thing and sucked on it. 
An' they both made noises like they really liked it. And 
I saw it."

Pammy spoke up. "I didn't know other people did that. I 
suck on Dan's pee-pee a lot. He likes it." She'd called 
it my "pee-pee" ever since she was old enough to give it 
a name. I knew it was a "dick" from the schoolyard 
vocabulary lessons, but if she wanted to call it a pee-
pee, I was okay with it, as long as she wanted to play 
with it.

Jilly looked at me. I was hoping to hear what she said 
next. "Can I suck on your thingie?"

Yeah, like I was going to refuse THAT request. "Sure," I 
said.

And Jilly scooted forward and bent over, bringing her 
face close to my dick as I laid back to give her room. 
She saw a drop of clear fluid on the head of my dick. 
That was something that had been happening to me for a 
few months now. Pammy knew all about it. She savored it 
like it was her personal reward for playing with me.

"Wait," she said. "It's got stuff coming out. Is that 
pee?"

"No," said Pammy. "He does that when it feels real good. 
It tastes kinda salty. I like it." She smiled.

Jilly said, "Then you do it first. I wanna see you do it 
first."

And Pammy did just that. A sweet young pair of lips 
closed over the head of my dick, an hour later than they 
would have if Jilly hadn't been there. Pammy and I were 
very capable of entertaining each other when we had the 
chance. Her blonde hair swayed sexily as her head bobbed 
down and she took almost my whole dick into her mouth. 
Her tongue lovingly curved under the shaft inside her 
mouth and her wet lips slid up and down as her head 
bobbed. As she pulled back away, her eyes met mine, a 
smile formed around my dick, and she said, "Mmmmmm." 

And she popped it out of her mouth. "Did ya like that?"

"Oh, yes, you KNOW I like that!" I said.

Jilly said, "Move! It's MY turn." Those green eyes 
twinkled and she lowered her mouth toward the head of my 
dick. "Here goes," she said. 

"It's like sharing a lollipop." Opening her mouth wide, 
she lowered her mouth over it without touching it, then 
she closed her lips around the shaft. And she went 
"Mmmm" too.

Her head popped up and she grinned at me. "I like that," 
she said. "It's so cool!" And down she went again. 

And Pammy went into little teacher mode again, saying, 
"Slide it in and out of your mouth. Make your lips wet, 
an' use your tongue. An' he likes it if you bite it real 
gentle. Soft."

I heard more "mmmmm" coming from my groin and that 
tousled brown head bobbed up and down as she explored 
the possibilities presented with her new toy. A few more 
bobs of her head with those lips sliding up and down the 
shaft of my dick and she said "Mmmmmm… I think I got 
some of your stuff."

She sucked on me noisily. "I could do this all day," 
Jilly said. "It's fun." Then her fingers stroked 
underneath my balls.

"You can lick those," continued Pammy. "He likes that. 
You can kinda put your mouth over them and suck REAL 
gentle. And if you kinda nibble on the skin of his sack, 
he likes that, too." Pammy was right. As Jilly put her 
new found knowledge to work, I ran my fingers through 
her hair, caressing her head, and surprisingly, Pammy 
stroked her hair. 

I looked at Pammy and she was smiling sweetly. I slid my 
hand between Pammy's thighs and she guided it to her 
little pussy. I slid my fingers in the moisture of her 
little slit, but I was having trouble concentrating on 
that task, what with Jilly slurping on my dick.

After a minute or two more of the pleasure of a curious 
little girl exploring my dick and balls with her singers 
and mouth, I said, "Okay, it's MY turn."

Jilly rocked up to a kneeling position and looked at me 
curiously. "What do you do?"

"I get to play with you down there, and lick yours. And 
Pammy's."

Jilly looked at Pammy. "B-but that's where we PEE from!"

Pammy giggled, "What do you think you just had in your 
mouth? That's where HE pees from."

"But that's different," said Jilly. "Even when I wipe 
mine, there's still gotta be a little bit left. Yuck!" 
She turned to me, incredulous. "You LIKE that?"

"Yeah I do," I said, "it's pretty neat. And Pammy likes 
it a lot. Pammy, take off your panties and let me show 
Jilly what we do."

Pammy rolled backwards in the bed, sticking her legs in 
the air and slid her panties up off them. Then she drew 
her knees halfway up and spread, opening a deliciously 
pink and moist little girl pussy to me. I kneeled 
between her legs and lowered my face to the pink lips of 
her pussy. I breathed deeply through my nose, savored a 
bouquet of sweet and sexy and salty, and then ran my 
tongue gently up each lip, tasting the moisture. Both of 
us went "mmmmmmm," and then I ran my tongue between 
those sweet lips, curling the tip to gather some juice 
to taste. I lightly passed over her tiny clit, and she 
shuddered a little.

And Jilly dropped a third bomb. "Can I taste?"

I sat back and Pammy sat up. She said, "Boys is supposed 
to do things to girls an' girls is su'posed to do things 
to boys," matter of factly.

I looked at Pammy having never thought of her as a bit 
prudish after our relationship together. Then I looked a 
Jilly. Jilly looked kind of sad.

Pammy looked at Jilly too. "But," she said, "we're just 
playin', so it's okay!" She smiled sweetly and laid 
back.

I was treated to the sight of one ten year old girl 
going down on another, and I didn't even know what 
"going down" meant. Jilly's tongue hit Pammy's pussy. I 
could tell by the "mmmmm" coming from Pammy's mouth.

Jilly raised back up and licked her lips, showing me the 
little pink tongue that was pleasuring me so much a few 
minutes ago. "Not bad," she said. "I can see how you 
might like that. You can lick her for a little bit, then 
I want you to do me, okay?" 

Pammy sighed as I slid back between her legs and 
returned to lapping at her sweet pussy. I dearly loved 
my little sister and the idea of pleasuring her as much 
as she pleasured me was very satisfying. Her breathing 
became ragged, and finally she gently pushed on my head. 

"Jilly's turn," she said.

I rocked back to a kneeling position and looked at Jilly 
who was grinning as she slid from a sitting position, 
her back propped up on a couple of pillows as she spread 
her legs. She opened her legs a little wider and her 
pussy lips parted slightly, glistening with little girl 
wetness in anticipation. As I was anticipating, though, 
Pammy was like a flash, sliding on her belly between 
Jilly's open thighs. And her mouth clamped on Jilly's 
waiting pussy.

Jilly's mouth formed an "Ooooo" and Pammy's eager tongue 
and lips encountered their first experience with a 
pussy. I settled back and let Pammy and Jilly have a 
minute, stroking Pammy's sleek head as she licked and 
sucked. They seemed to be enjoying themselves. I let my 
hand roam over the roundness of Pammy's ass, then my 
fingers found their way into the moistness of her pussy. 
As my fingers made their way to the front of her cleft, 
she humped against my fingers, so I knew she was 
enjoying it.

Finally, Pammy's head popped up and she looked at me. 
Jilly was almost in dreamland. "Is that how mine looks?" 
she asked.

"Kinda," I said. "Jilly's lips are little puffier. Your 
little button sticks out a little different."

Pammy smiled. "I guess we're all a little bit different. 
Your turn," she said.

She and I changed places between Jilly's thighs and I 
got my first taste of Jilly's pussy. It was a wonderful 
taste, too, and Jilly put her hands on the back of my 
head and pulled me into her. At first Pammy stayed very 
close to my face, watching my lips and tongue work over 
Jilly's pussy. She oooohed when I started lightly 
flicking my tongue on the tip of Jilly's little clit and 
Jilly moaned and wiggled upward to meet me.

Her hands touched the back of my head and she said, 
"Yeah. Right there. Lick it right there." My tongue 
enjoyed the little poke of her little clit, but I 
couldn't resist moving down to lick the juices coming 
from her little hole, either.

By then Pammy was behind me and her hand was tugging on 
my dick underneath me. For the next little while, we 
were a little sexual kaleidoscope, constantly changing 
whose mouth and hands were doing what to whom. 

Somewhere along the line, the girls' nightgowns came 
off, and we were all nude, and little pre-pubescent 
nipples proved to be an enjoyable thing to add to the 
things to suck and nibble and tease and touch. Since 
they'd broken that little barrier about licking each 
other, we had a happy time and nobody had to sit back 
and watch and I never had a second that I didn't have a 
young hand and lips on my dick. It was wonderful.

Now up to this time in my life, I had yet to have a real 
orgasm. Oh, yes, it felt really good, and Pammy and I 
would play with each other for hours, and things would 
get very intense, and I'd feel the pressures and waves 
of pleasure building, but they'd get to a point that I 
just couldn't stand any more, and we'd stop, breathless 
and quivering, and I'd hold Pammy and things in my loins 
would ebb, and then it was back to touching and rubbing 
and sucking. 

Pammy didn't have orgasms either. She was only ten now, 
and she'd get very excited, but she never went over the 
edge, and if we had the opportunity, the end of our 
little sexual exercises ended up with me having a very 
calm and relaxed little sister. On more than one 
occasion Mom and Dad came home and found Pammy snuggled 
up against me in my bed, but here was always one of her 
books on the nightstand, so they just thought they she'd 
fallen asleep while I was reading to her. Sometimes 
they'd take her to her bedroom, sometimes they wouldn't. 

More than once I woke up in the middle of the night with 
a little girl intently sucking on my soft little dick. 

But as of yet, no orgasms. No squirt of semen. But I did 
let go of some pretty good-sized amounts of clear pre-
cum. Pammy had discovered this little contribution the 
first time it happened a year earlier and was in love 
with the idea that she could play with my dick and get 
something that tasted good to her and it was solely 
dependent on her doing something pleasurable to me, just 
like her little juicy pussy rewarded my efforts.

So our little pile of arms and legs and hands and mouths 
and eager genitalia went on for a while, and I was laid 
on my back, still hard, and Jilly was snuggled alongside 
me. I had my fingers between Jilly's pussy lips and her 
little nipple in my mouth. Pammy was sucking on me this 
time, and she stopped and looked at me with that "I'm 
thinking" look she gets sometimes. 

"Dan," she said, "It feels good when you rub mine, and 
it feels good when I rub yours. I think it would feel 
good if we rub them together."

It sounded interesting. "So," I said, "how are we going 
to do that?"

She said, "Move over, Jilly, an' let me get on top of 
him." And Pammy straddled my hips, positioning her moist 
little pussy over my hard dick. And she pressed her 
pussy down on the shaft of my dick, trapping it pointing 
towards my head between her pussy and my belly. As she 
slid back and forth, we were lubricated by her juices 
and mine, and I wrapped my hands around her hips and 
held on as she slid back and forth.

Jilly was fascinated. I was stimulated. And Pammy kept 
rocking back and forth, her pussy grinding on the shaft 
of my dick, and we didn't understand the significance, 
but her little clit was sliding up and down my shaft. 
Pammy's expression changed from the giggly smile that 
was normal during our session to a more intent look, and 
her movements became more measured and intense. 

"Are you okay?" I asked. I kept my hands on her hips and 
she held onto my forearms and kept rocking and started 
making little mmm, mmm, mnnn, mmm, mmm sounds. And her 
breathing changed. And her eyes closed. 

"Yessss," she let the answer hiss from between her 
teeth. "I don't wanna stop." And she was now biting her 
lower lip, and her knees were gripping my hips and the 
mm, mmm, mmm changed to uhhh, uhhhh, mmmm, uhhh, and 
finally she gave one hard thrust and froze. And went 
mmmmmmmmmmmm, then breathed. And that is when I 
discovered that my little sister flushed, turned red 
from her neck down, when she came, because I'd just 
watched her have her first orgasm. She opened her eyes 
and smiled a little weakly.

"I don't know what just happened," she said, "but it was 
wonderful. I love you, Dan." And she slid off me and lay 
down beside me and for 

another first, kissed me full on the lips.

Jilly was just as amazed as I was. "What happened?" she 
asked. "Look! You're blushing from your chin to your 
bellybutton."

Pammy took a deep breath. "It was wonderful. I was just 
rubbing our things together back and forth, then it 
started feeling real good, better than ever before. And 
I kept going and it got better and better and all of a 
sudden it was like I had this fire down there but it 
felt really good and I kept on and it, like, exploded. I 
never felt so good in my life."

Jilly looked at me. "I wanna try that."

Yeah, so I'm gonna tell a cute little girl I don't want 
her rubbing her pussy on my dick, right? "Uh-huh," I 
said. "Come on. That was fun."

Jilly hopped right up there. Same drill, her little 
pussy was trapping my dick between her and my belly and 
she was sliding back and forth, doubly lubricated by the 
left over juice from Pammy's orgasm. I hung onto Jilly 
like I'd done for Pammy and Jilly had the benefit of 
having just watched her best friend experience something 
new and different and sexy on a whole new level. 

It wasn't long before she was vocalizing, little oh, oh, 
oh, in time with her hips sliding up and down the shaft 
of my dick. I was close to the point where I couldn't 
take much more, but Jilly was too close to the edge to 
stop, and she tossed her head back and squealed, 
ennnnnnn! And then she flopped full length down on top 
of me. I wrapped my arms around her and she turned her 
face towards mine and I got another real kiss.

"Didja do it?" asked Pammy.

Jilly took a deep breath, sighed, and said, "Oh, gosh, 
yes. It was wonderful. I want another one." And she 
kissed me then sat up astride me again, a mischievous 
and now, knowing grin on her face. She put both her 
hands on my chest and leaned against her straightened 
arms and started humping against me.

Except this time, it was a little different. My dick 
WASN'T trapped between us, so when she slid back, it 
still slid between the lips of her sweet little pussy, 
but it was not rubbing directly on her clit. She looked 
at me as if she was searching for something, then 
decided that this angle was okay, too, and started her 
back and forth movement, a new sensation as our pubic 
bones were clashing together with each thrust.

And then she slid a little farther back, and the head of 
my little dick sort of found something different itself 
as it found a little opening, the pussy of delightful 
little Jilly. Jilly wasn't the least bit disturbed by 
this new feeling and she raised her hips up and moved 
them around, causing her pussy to line itself up with my 
hard little dick. Her face took on a look of curiosity, 
then she seemed to figure out a purpose to the feelings. 
When things seemed right, she started pushing in a 
totally different direction. At first, it was just the 
head. Then the first inch of shaft, then a little more, 
and finally she sat fully down.

Pammy was watching this intently herself, and Jilly said 
"Pammy, his thing is INSIDE me. I think that's where 
it's SUPPOSED to go. Look!"

And she raised up a little and Pammy did indeed look. 
"It is! It's in your thing. Wow!" Pammy reached in 
between me and Jilly and felt my dick inside Jilly. 
"What's it feel like?"

Pammy grinned. "Almost as good as what just happened. 
It's like I feel wonderful full." Pammy slid up and down 
a couple of times. "Feels REALLY good!" And then she 
started trying different motions and settled on one that 
worked for her.

It worked for me, too. The sight of not one, but TWO 
little girls having their first orgasms had me really 
excited, although I didn't know what orgasms were, 
theirs or mine. I was fast approaching that point in my 
arousal where feeling just got too intense to stand, and 
I was going to tell Jilly, but I looked at her face, at 
once both angelic and lusty as she pumped herself on my 
dick, and I didn't say anything, choosing to just let 
her go. I put my hands on her hips and sort of guided 
her a little, but she was doing wonderful things without 
my help.

The feelings got more and more intense, and all of a 
sudden I was in the middle of a flood of sensations. An 
immense pleasurable burning fire engulfed my dick and it 
started pulsing uncontrollably like it had never done 
before. I met Jilly's motions thrust for thrust for 
several thrusts, then fell back on the bed.

"Oh, god," I said. "Oh, god."

Pammy said "You're not s'posed to say ‘god' like that."

"I'm sorry, sweetie, but I can't find words."

Jilly moved around tentatively and noticed a whole lot 
more fluids between us than there was before and she 
reached an obvious conclusion. 

"You PEED in me!" and she raised herself off me and 
looked.

"'S not pee. I don't know what it was, but it's not pee. 
God. I think I just did what you and Pammy just did."

Pammy was already examining the puddle on my belly where 
Jilly had climbed off me. She put her finger in a glob 
of my first load ever and pulled it up, a string of 
semen from her fingertip to the puddle on my belly. 
"It's white. You never did white before. "

I looked. She was right. Jilly was looking closely too. 
Pammy said "I like the stuff that comes out when we 
play. It tastes good. I wonder how this tastes." And she 
stuck her finger in her mouth. Jilly stared. "Not bad. 
Not bad at all," said Pammy. And she started licking me. 

Jilly joined in, taking my softening dick in her mouth, 
sucking for a couple of seconds, then said, "I like it." 
And they cleaned me up. 

Jilly's ass was almost in my face when I noticed the 
white glob oozing out of her pussy. 

"Pammy!", I said, "Look!" I pointed out the semen 
leaking out of Jilly. Pammy started toward Jilly's pussy 
and I said "Wait. I wanna try that." That was the first 
time I ever ate my own juices out of a fresh fucked 
pussy, and to this day it is the very most memorable. 
Since Jilly was still sucking on my dick, I lifted her 
leg to the other side of my head and fastened my mouth 
to her pussy. And I didn't know this was "sixty-nine" 
but it certainly seemed to be quite a fun thing to do.

Finally, the spell broke. "I gotta go to the bathroom," 
I said.

"Poo or pee?" asked Jilly.

"I really gotta pee," I said.

Jilly said, "Cool. Can I watch? I never saw a boy pee up 
close before."

"Sure," I said. Any way a girl was interested in my 
dick, I was happy with. I walked to the bathroom with 
Jilly and Pammy close behind. 

As I raised the toilet lid, Pammy went into little 
teacher mode again.

"He pees standing up. Watch. He can move it around, and 
he can make it stop and start. Show her, Dan."

I started flowing and made a swirl, then pinched the 
flow off, holding on to the base of the shaft. Jilly was 
fascinated. Pammy'd seen it before. Jilly was the 
adventurous one, though, and the next thing she said was 
"Let me suck on the end of your pee-pee."

"But I'm leaking."

"That's okay. I've tasted mine before. I wanna taste 
yours."

"Ooookay." This was one I hadn't thought of before. She 
knelt in front of me next to the toilet and opened her 
mouth. I saw those green eyes and that smile and those 
freckles and I would have sawed my arm off to make her 
happy, so sticking the end of my dick in her mouth was 
easy.

I did. Her lips closed around the shaft and she reached 
up with her hand and pulled mine away from my dick. I 
started peeing again. She giggled with her mouth closed 
and swallowed. Again and again. And when my flow 
stopped, she sucked me dry. 

Then she stood up and put her arms around my neck and 
smiled and said "You wanna kiss me still?" And I learned 
what yet another of my body fluids tasted like.

Pammy had watched this whole thing. She said, "Now I 
need to pee." 

I moved away from the toilet, but Jilly said, "Pammy, 
why don't you pee in the bathtub so we can see it come 
out?"

Pammy giggled and stepped into the tub and squatted 
before my and Jilly's curious eyes. We watched the 
stream squirt out of Pammy and spatter into the tub. 
Ever meticulous, Pammy washed her legs and feet off. As 
she stepped out of the tub, Jilly stepped in.

"My turn," she said.

I was getting into this whole no holds barred, 
experimenting thing. "Wait," I said. "I want to get 
under you first." I don't know why that sounded like a 
good idea, but I was running deep into "curious" this 
evening.

Jilly grinned as I got into the tub and lay down, then 
she straddled my face. "You ready?" And she started 
peeing. On my face. Into my open mouth. I raised up and 
fastened my mouth firmly over her pussy and caught the 
last drops , then licked her clean.

After that little event, Pammy helped us wash up. 
Drinking pee was one thing. Having it all over yourself 
was something else.

We went back into the bedroom. Pammy was in the bed 
first, turning towards me on her hands and knees. I 
walked up to her and she cupped my balls in her hand and 
pulled me closer, then enveloped my dick in her hot 
little mouth. "Mmmmmmm," she said. "I love this."

By the time she said that, Jilly was in the bed too, and 
I crawled in between them. Pammy moved down again and 
started sucking me. Jilly said, "Pammy, lay on top of 
him so he can lick you at the same time." And I sixty-
nine'd my little sister. One of her hands was stroking 
and guiding my dick into her mouth as the fingers of her 
other hand played with my balls. Jilly's face was right 
next to Pammys', observing up close. Pammy popped my 
dick out of her mouth and pointed it at Jilly. Jilly 
sucked it into her hungry mouth.

Pammy happily announced, "It's hard again!"

"Yeah," I said. "You make that happen a lot."

Jilly smiled at Pammy. Pammy looked at me and said "You 
know how you were inside Jilly? I want you to be inside 
me.

I guess that two active, athletic little girls had 
pretty much done in any cherries, because next thing I 
know, Pammy is astride my hips, juicing both of us up 
with her pussy back and forth on my dick, then she 
raised up to guide my dick into her hole.

"Lemme help," said Jilly.

"Sure," Pammy said. And Jilly got between my legs, 
looking at my dick and Pammy's pussy, her hands 
spreading Pammy's pussy lips and guiding my dickhead 
into her hole.

"There," said Jilly. "Now just sort of push down a 
little bit at a time."

Pammy looked at me with eyes that were at once mirth and 
adoration and eased down, biting her bottom lip again.

Just the head was in. Pammy bounced a little and soon 
was a third of the way down my shaft. She stroked up and 
down, getting used to the feeling, and then each 
successive stroke was a little further. Finally she was 
all the way down. She giggled and pushed her pussy full 
down against my groin. "It's all the way in. And it 
feels GOOD! Does it feel good to you, Dan?"

"Gosh, yes," I said. Pammy raised up just a little bit 
and I pushed my hips up to get back inside her. And she 
pushed back down, and we started a regular rhythm. I was 
doing the up and down and she was doing the back and 
forth, every one of her slides dragging the little 
nubbin of her ten year old clit along the first couple 
of inches of my twelve year old dick.

"Ain't it fun?" said Jilly. And she kissed me.

I put my hands on Pammy's hips and we rocked back and 
forth, her happily riding me. I could feel the feelings 
building again. I told Pammy and she smiled sweetly and 
said "I want you to feel good like you made me feel."

Jilly was still laying at my legs and I felt her fingers 
exploring my balls as my sack bounced up and down in 
time with Pammy's thrusts. 

"That is soooo cool," she said, and cupped my balls in 
her hand.

Pammy was now rocking on me with her eyes squinched 
shut, her breath coming in audible hisses. She was 
biting her bottom lip again, and the little "mmm, mmm, 
mmm" told me she was really into our first fucking. I 
could feel the walls of her tight little pussy start to 
pulsate, gripping my dick with each of her breaths, and 
the "mmm, mmmm" changed to "mmmmmmnnnnnnnnn! Ahhhhhh!" 
and I knew she'd just gone into her second real orgasm 
of her young life.

Between Pammy's tight virgin pussy and Jilly's hand, it 
was just too much. As Pammy pushed downward, my pelvis 
lunged upward to meet her and I squirted my second load 
of my life, the second this night, and the first (of 
many to come) into my little sister's eager pussy.

Jilly chirped, "Pammy! I think he's doin' it! You should 
see how his sack thingie got all tight and then his pee-
pee started jumpin' in you." Then she looked again and 
said, "Yep. It's leaking out of you."

Pammy flopped forward onto my chest and planted her lips 
firmly on mine, kissing me. I felt her tongue brush my 
lips and I opened them. 

For the first time our tongues met in a kiss. She 
withdrew and smiled demurely. "Was that okay? The tongue 
thing, I mean?"

"You do everything right, Pammy. You make me feel so 
good."

Pammy rolled off me, and as soon as she did, Jilly was 
down there licking up the semen puddled on my belly. "I 
saved his pee-pee for you, "she told Pammy. Pammy almost 
lept to my groin and my dick was trapped in her sucking 
mouth. I thought I was going to pass out from the 
intense feelings. I was brought back to consciousness 
when Pammy threw her leg over my head and presented me 
with her steaming pussy, oozing with my own semen. The 
heady scent of a freshly-fucked little girl pussy was 
exactly what I wanted just then and my mouth fastened 
onto it, my tongue searching out every drop of our 
combined juices.

Jilly watched the proceedings, then when Pammy finally 
got up, Jilly finished the job of cleaning up my last 
orgasm by carefully licking and sucking my balls.

That was all it took. I was hard again. Twelve years 
old, you know. Jilly looked at Pammy. Pammy smiled. 
"Your turn."

Sometime later, we decided that we needed to get dressed 
again. It was getting late and Mom and Dad were going to 
be home before long, although we could usually hear them 
coming across the street. I thought that when I got up 
to turn off the light, Jilly and Pammy would leave to go 
to Pammy's room, but I turned around to see two smiling 
faces in the bed.

"I don't know if this is gonna work," I said. 

"Pammy said, "They find me in your bed all the time. 
Nobody says nothin'."

"Okay," I said. And we arranged ourselves comfortably 
just as we heard the voices crossing the street.

I heard the front door open, the whispering. Mom's head 
stuck in my door then back out.

"Come see," she told Dad. He looked in the door at us 
all piled up in my bed.

"They must've fallen asleep while he was reading to 
them."

I heard their bedroom door close, and then a felt 
movement in my bed. A little hand slid into the fly of 
my pajamas, retrieving my dick, and then a sweet feeling 
in my groin as lips closed over the head and halfway 
down the shaft and the gentle sucking started.

I reached down and felt tousled, curly hair. Jilly. In 
the dim light, I heard Pammy's gentle breathing as she'd 
gone to sleep.

Jilly whispered, "I hope this is okay. I really like 
it."

Yeah. I'm going to turn down those lips on my dick. "You 
make me feel so good, Jill. I'm glad you like it."

"Mmmmmmm" was the reply, muffled because it came from 
around my dick she was sliding in and out of her mouth. 
I heard little smacks as she sucked me in and out of her 
mouth, and her little tongue swirled around the head. 
She was getting adventurous again as she turned her head 
sideways and bit my shaft lightly. Then she popped the 
head back into her mouth, and then back out, then her 
teeth nibbled the ridge around my corona. I could feel 
those feelings building again.

"Jilly," I whispered, "you're gonna make me do it again, 
doing that."

"Really?" her whisper was verging on an excited squeal. 
"I'm doing that with my mouth?"

"Yeah," I whispered. "You know stuff is gonna come out."

She was sucking on me as she raised her head and there 
was an audible pop as my dick came out of her mouth. 
"Okay. I know what you taste like. That's neat that I 
can do that with my mouth." And her head bobbed back 
down and I felt delicious warmth as her lips closed 
around my shaft. I stroked the tousled hair on her 
little head and listened to her purrs of delight was the 
pre-cum flooded into her mouth.

"Mmmmmm!" she whispered. "I love your juice. That's not 
the big one, though, is it?"

"Not yet," I replied, "but it's coming."

"Mmmmph" came the reply, her vocal capabilities being 
temporarily occupied. Her tongue cupped the underside of 
my dick and I felt her teeth gently nibble, then she 
plunged my shaft deep into her mouth and she went to a 
regular rhythm, sucking and purring. I felt the surge 
coming.

"It's coming," I said, not knowing that "coming" had any 
other meaning beyond something as about to happen. My 
eyes were pretty much adjusted to the low light by now 
and I saw her eyes looking up at me. When she saw me 
look at her, she grinned widely, my dick between her 
teeth, then back down she went. And I came.

"Mmph!" was her response to the first spurt. Maybe she 
was a little surprised, but then she handled it quite 
well, sucking and swallowing, feeling each throbbing 
surge as my dick discharged into her eager mouth. The 
throbbing stopped, but she kept on sucking, using her 
hand to milk the last drops out of my dick. Her sucking 
got gentler and I slowly softened. Finally she let me 
fall out of her mouth and then crawled up, face to face, 
and then we kissed. She pulled away.

"What's that tongue thing Pammy said?"

Wrapping her in my arms, I whispered, "Sometimes when 
people kiss, the open their mouths a little bit and 
touch tongues." I figured that after pussy juice, semen 
and pee, a little tongue contact wasn't going to gross 
this little sweetie out.

"Ohhh," she said, then her lips touched mine again, and 
opened. And the little pink tongue that had just been 
sending my dick into ecstasy touched my lips. My lips 
parted and our tongues met. Something stirred in my 
groin.

"He-he," she whispered. "It's hard again. It must really 
like me."

"It loves you," I said. "I love you." And I did, as much 
a twelve year old boy can feel love.

She wiggled around onto the top of me and once again my 
dick felt the warmth between her legs. I bent my head 
down to keep our lips locked as her pussy sought my 
dick. It didn't take long for them to find each other 
and penetration was easy and natural.

"I like you in me."

"I like being in you. Be careful. We can't get loud or 
we'll wake people up. Hey, where's your panties?"

"I took ‘em off so we could do this one more time."

"Ohhhh, okay. When we finish, you have to put them back 
on, okay?"

"Okay." And our pelvises started a rhythmic thrusting. I 
could tell she was getting close, but for the fourth 
time tonight, so was I. I ran my hands up underneath her 
nightshirt and touched her little nipples. There was 
only the barest of swelling of breasts, but those little 
nipples were reacting vigorously. I caressed them, then 
slid my hands down and gripped her waist as she rode my 
dick. 

"MMMM. Mmmm. MMMM. Oh. Oh. Oh. Gggggggggnh!" and then 
she froze for a second. I could feel spasms in her 
pussy. She rose slightly and thrust down one more time 
in the midst of her orgasm, and that triggered mine. 
Jets of semen spurted into her pussy for the second time 
tonight. Her face was angelic as she released a post-
orgasmic sigh. The pulsing walls of her pussy served 
well to pull the last surge of semen from me.

She giggled. What more delightful sound can a guy ever 
hear than a happy giggle from a girl who has your dick 
in her?

"Ahhhhhh,' said my little cutie, "let's clean each other 
up and we can go to sleep."

"Okay."

She turned around on me and presented me with her cum-
laden pussy while her lips went to work sucking up the 
puddle of semen on my belly. 

As I finished cleaning her with my tongue, she closed 
her lips over my dick and gently sucked me dry.

And as she curled up inside my arms, she kissed me and 
then whispered, "Your mom and dad play cards again 
tomorrow night?"


-= Chapter Two =-

We were still sleeping in the morning when Mom stuck her 
head in the door and said, "Wake up, sleepyheads and get 
some breakfast."

Jilly and Pammy were still molded on either side of me, 
First one, then the other stretched. Mom turned to walk 
back up the hall. Jilly gave me a little kiss on the 
cheek and I felt her fingers find my dick and give it a 
squeeze. Her hand was joined by Pammy, and there were 
two giggles and then they both bounced out of bed, 
leaving me to roll over and sit on the edge of the bed 
myself as I watched two giggly ten-year-olds going up 
the hall. 

I knew the hard-on they'd initiated would go down after 
I went to the bathroom, so I sort of hunched over to 
hide it and made my way to the toilet. It took a few 
seconds to get from rock-hard to soft enough to pee. 
Then I went back to my room and changed into play 
clothes. It was Saturday, the day MADE for kids. 

Once in jeans and an old shirt and socks and sneakers, I 
joined the girls in the kitchen where we sat at the 
breakfast table eating some kind of sugary cereal and 
milk. I was still eating when they finished and headed 
out the door to a day's play with the other girls their 
age up the street. After I finished my own breakfast, I 
put my bowl in the kitchen sink and went outside myself, 
joining a couple of boys my own age for running around 
doing what kids do on Saturday.

No, I didn't share my sexual exploits with them. Pammy 
was my sister and I was very protective of her, 
including the whole "reputation" thing, and this was the 
Sixties and "reputation" still meant a lot. I cared 
deeply for my little sister and I wouldn't do anything 
to hurt her.

Late morning came and I was heading across the yard back 
to the house when Pammy caught up with me.

"Dan," she said, "Jilly said you an' her did stuff after 
I went to sleep."

"Yeah," I said. "I was going to sleep an' she started 
playin' with me and stuff. Are you mad?" I was worried. 
Jilly wasn't in my house every night. Pammy was. I 
didn't want to mess up what Pammy and I did together.

"Nuh-uh," Pammy replied. "I was asleep. I was sooooo 
relaxed. That was wonderful what we did."

I looked at her. I smiled, relieved. She continued, "She 
said she sucked on your thingie and you did your stuff 
in her mouth."

"Uh-huh. I did."

"Your white stuff."

"Yeah."

"I didn't know you could do that with somebody sucking 
on you."

"Pammy," I said, "I didn't know I could do THAT white 
stuff at all until last night. Then I did it inside her, 
and I did it inside you, an' that was the first time I 
ever did the white stuff."

Pammy grinned. "I know," she said. "An' it was the first 
time I exploded, too. Sure is fun, ain't it?"

"Yeah. It's way past fun."

"So," she said, "Jilly sucked on you and you did it in 
her mouth?"

"Yeah."

"Was she doing something different?" 

I looked into those blue eyes. "No," I said, "just 
sucking on it. She don't do as much stuff to it when she 
sucks. Not like you do."

Blue eyes twinkled and nose crinkled and she grinned. "I 
do it better?"

I had to be honest. "Yeah. YOU do it perfect."

"Then how come you didn't do it in MY mouth?"

"Cuz last night was the first time I EVER did it, and 
you haven't sucked on me since then."

"I wanna do that," she said. "Soon as we get a chance." 
She smiled sweetly.

"Okay," I said. 

I didn't know when the next chance was going to be. 
Pammy and I had never done anything outside our house. 
All the "secret" hide-outs around the neighborhood were 
pretty much common knowledge to the neighborhood kids, 
and if Pammy and I went into one of the various "forts" 
and "clubhouses" and nests in the brush behind the row 
of houses, we were sure to be seen by other kids who'd 
soon be there to see what we were up to. We had to get 
some "house" time.

It came after lunch of sandwiches and milk. Mom looked 
at me and Pammy sitting at the table. "I need to do some 
shopping. Who wants to go?"

"Me an' the other guys were going to build a fort," I 
said. "Do I have to go?"

"No." said Mom. "You can stay. I'll only be gone an hour 
or so."

Pammy piped up, "Mommmm. Can I play at Jilly's house? 
She's got a new doll."

Mom said, "Okay, but if you come back here, you need to 
listen to your brother."

"Thanks, Mom!" I said.

"Yeah, thanks, Mom." Pammy bounced up and headed out the 
door.

I was washing my hands as I heard the car back out of 
the drive-way. I went to my room and I heard the back 
door open.

"Dan! Are you in here?" It was Pammy.

"I'm in my room, Pammy."

And then her blonde head peeked around the corner. "I 
wanna do stuff," she said, grinning. "Show me your pee-
pee." 

Just like that. It was wonderful. I stood up and 
unzipped my pants. I fished my little hard dick out and 
it stuck through my fly expectantly. A wonderful thing 
happened. It had happened many times before, and every 
time it did, I thought it was wonderful. This was no 
exception. Pammy knelt down in front of my dick. She 
turned her sweet face up to see me, her bright blue eyes 
twinkling and a smile on her lips. 

Her lips parted and a little pink tongue appeared and 
licked around the head of my dick. Then her tongue 
cupped the underside of my dick and she pulled it inside 
her mouth. Her lips closed around the shaft and her 
tongue worked around the head as if she was conducting 
an examination of the head with her tongue inside its 
warm, wet surroundings. My knees got weak.

Her eyes looked up at me as she held just the head in 
her mouth. She let me out of her mouth, her hand 
circling my shaft. "Can you take your pants off? I wanna 
do all of you."

Unbuckle belt. Pop the snap. Shake. My pants were down 
around my ankles. She pulled my underpants down. Sucking 
me back into her mouth, she sucked gently while her 
fingers untied my sneakers. I stepped out of everything.

She pulled me back to her with a hand behind my thigh. 
My dick was pointing up at a ridiculous angle. She 
giggled and pushed it back with her forehead as her 
tongue found my balls. "You're getting some little hairs 
right over your pee-pee," she said. 

I hadn't noticed.

"Lay on the bed," she said, pushing me back toward my 
bed.

I followed instructions, laying back, spreading my legs, 
and watching her get into her "play" position, laying 
between my thighs.

So there I was, tee shirt on and nothing else, and this 
delightful little head at my crotch, blonde, straight-
cut bangs hovering above blue eyes, and a big grin. 
Fingers of one hand were bouncing my young balls gently 
and the other was holding the shaft of my hard dick. The 
grin changed into a smile. She tilted my dick toward her 
lips and engulfed the head in delicious warmth. I felt 
tongue and warm suction and heard her go "Mmmmmmmm," as 
she did something she knew we both enjoyed. I FELT the 
"Mmmmm," too, adding to my pleasure.

She didn't like the angle, though, and she scooted up a 
little higher between my legs. Her neck arched as she 
sucked me into her mouth, sliding her lips up and down 
the shaft, following her lips with her fingers gently 
sliding the skin of my dick up and down. A minute of 
this and she stopped and looked at me. "Am I doing it 
good?"

I stroked her sleek blonde hair and gently brushed her 
cheek with my fingertips. "Pammy, nobody could EVER do 
it better."

"I want you to do it in my mouth, Dan, like you did with 
Jilly."

"You keep doing what you're doing, and I will," I said.

Giggle. And her head bobbed downward, "Mmmmmm!" and I 
could feel the waves of pleasure building. And building. 
And building. "Pammy. It's getting close!"

She purred and popped up long enough to say, "I think 
you are, too. I could taste a lot of the clear stuff. I 
think that comes first." 

And then back down and "Mmmmmmm!"

The first wave crashed in my groin. The "Mmmmmm" changed 
to "Mmmmph!" as she experienced the first squirt into 
her mouth. And she kept sucking. And sucking. Wave after 
wave pulsed though my dick. Each wave was accompanied by 
her tongue on the underside of my dick and every wave 
was aided by a suck, lips tight two-thirds of the way 
down my shaft, pulling back all the way to the head, and 
a little purring "Mmmmmm".

Finally the waves subsided and the sucking gentled as my 
little dick went soft. The little blonde head popped up 
with a smile. There was a single drop of my semen on the 
corner of her mouth, and I didn't even know it was 
called "semen". Pammy crawled up my torso and kissed me, 
then laid on my chest.

"Was that good?"

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back. The 
kiss tasted different, and I knew that the difference 
was she still had traces of my cum in her mouth. "Good? 
That was the greatest ever."

"Better than Jilly?"

"Better than Jilly. Way better."

The blue eyes were inches from mine and the smile was 
sublime. "Good. We can still have fun with Jilly, but 
you're MY brother and I want to be your best."

I stroked her sleek hair, then my hands continued down 
her back and I cupped my hands over the tight young ass 
cheeks and pulled her against me. The mound of her 
little girl pussy pressed against my dick through her 
jeans, and my dick stirred with the enthusiasm and 
ability of a twelve year old boy. This caused a giggle.

"It likes me," she said.

"No," I said. "It loves you." I pressed my dick up 
against her. "You got to taste me. Can I taste you?"

"Yeah," she sighted. "An' then I want you to put it in 
me."

"I'd love to," I said, "but we can't take long. Mom's 
gonna be back, and I don't think she'd be happy if she 
found us doing stuff."

Pammy jumped up and peeled jeans and panties off with 
one smooth motion then lay back with her legs spread. I 
fell between her thighs and my mouth fastened over the 
closed lips of her sweet and glistening pussy. Through 
her closed pussy lips I sucked and vacuumed the juice, 
then my tongue gently probed between them. "Mmmmmm, 
Pammy, you taste soooo good!"

"Danny, you don't know how good that feels." Her hands 
went to the back of my head. I licked and sucked.

I came up for air. Her pussy was open before me and I 
crawled upward between her legs.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I think I can put it in you, this way."

Giggle. Yeah, we'd not tried "missionary" yet. The 
"Pammy on top" and "Jilly on top" were wonderful last 
night, but exploration is exploration. She drew her 
knees up instinctively and spread wide. Those pink lips 
parted, revealing glistening wetness that I probed with 
my hard little dick. It needed little help. She was 
small and tight, but I was still small, too, and the 
little cap on the end of my dick found a sweet wet 
opening. I pressed forward and her hips arched up to 
meet me.

We wrapped each other in embrace for a few seconds, then 
she pressed upward against me, and I pressed downward, 
then I pulled a little bit out, then went back in and 
Pammy moaned. I was thinking, "This can work!"

We humped happily for a couple of minutes and Pammy's 
moans got more rhythmic and insistent, as did my 
thrusts. Her breaths were coming out almost explosive, 
between clenched teeth. "Dan! Don't stop! I'm gonna DO 
it!" And the moans turned to "Nnnnghhhh!" and her pelvis 
thrust up hard against me, and that was all it took for 
what was building in me. I spurted lustily into her 
spasming pussy.

After a minute of just clasping onto each other like 
life depended on it, Pammy came to her senses first. 
"Uh, we need to get dressed before Mom gets back!"

"Uh, yeah," I said. I could feel the gooey mess down 
there. "Turn around and let me clean you up." We didn't 
even know what "sixty-nine" was. She turned around, 
presenting her sopping pussy to me and her face was 
hovering at my dick. We both started licking and 
sucking, cleaning the joint juices of our happy moments. 
After a couple of minutes, she got up.

"Look at you," she said, "it's hard again! I wish we had 
more time."

"Maybe tonight Mom and Dad will go play cards again." I 
said. I was getting dressed. She pressed up against me.

"Yeah, I hope so. Let's go wash our faces. You smell 
like my panties!" We washed up and were out the door in 
separate directions playing when Mom got back in the 
house.

Dad got back from the odd Saturday at work at four-
thirty and we had family supper at five, small talk, 
lots of clink of forks and glasses. 

Pammy and I helped Mom clean up the kitchen while Dad 
showered. He walked back into the kitchen as I was 
drying the last dishes for Mom.

"Did the Browns say anything about playing cards 
tonight?" he asked Mom?

She answered, "Yes, honey. They said about six-thirty or 
seven. Let me get the kids bathed and then we can go."

Pammy piped up, "Mommmmm! Can Jilly come spend the night 
like she did last night?"

"Oh, I don't know, sweetie," said Mom. "That's two 
nights in a row."

Pammy did her wrinkled brow, almost a whine thing. "But 
it's the weekend. Can you call her mom and ask?"

"Okay," said Mom, "I can do that. You don't mind, do 
you, Danny?" Mom still called me "Danny".

"Nah. ‘Sokay. They played with dolls all evening, an' I 
watched TV, then I read them a book an' they went to 
sleep in my bed."

Mom made a phone call. She turned to Pammy and said, 
"Jilly will come over when we leave to go over there."

Inside of me I was rejoicing.

Two baths later Pammy was in her cotton nightgown and 
panties and I was in another pair of those oversized 
pajamas. Mom called the Browns and they left, them and 
Jilly crossing paths in the street. 

Jilly walked in the door. "So," she grinned, "what can 
we do for fun this evening?"


-= Chapter Three =-

Pammy looked at Jilly. I gathered that they hadn't been 
playing since Mom's grocery trip. "Guess what!" she 
said.

"What?" said Jilly. 

"I got him to do it in MY mouth," said Pammy. "I LOVE 
it!" Pammy jumped up and down as she related the story.

Jilly looked at me. "Dan," she said, "can I see it?"

Pammy dropped to her knees in front of me and Jilly 
joined her. "Look," Pammy said. "Just take it out like 
this." She reached her fingers through the fly of my 
PJ's and my hard little dick popped out.

Jilly squealed with glee. "Oh, I have been looking 
forward to this!" Her head darted forward and she sucked 
me hungrily into her mouth.

Pammy looked at her best friend sucking her brother's 
dick. "Hey, my turn!" And she took Jilly's place.

"Guys," I said. And these weren't guys. These were two 
cute, sweet, willing, hungry, sexy little girls. "We 
need to go to the bedroom."

A minute later there was a nude twelve year old boy and 
two naked ten year old girls in the bed. A group hug was 
also a group grope.

Since Pammy'd already had a session today, she was 
stroking my balls and dick as I licked Jilly. As my face 
was buried in Jilly's juicy pussy, I felt something 
completely unexpected and Pammy started kissing and 
biting my upturned butt. I lifted my face from Jilly's 
pussy. 

"Gosh, Pammy, that feels GOOD!"

"What's she doing?" Jilly asked breathlessly.

"She's kissing and biting me on my butt and playing with 
me with her hand while I'm licking you," I said. I 
returned my tongue to its home in Jilly's juicy pussy. I 
ran my tongue from bottom to top, up the entire length 
of your young slit, gathering every bit of juice it 
contained, and then I swallowed, savoring the taste and 
feel. Then my tongue found the sensitive tip of her 
little clit. We didn't know it was a clit. To us it was 
her "button". I gently flicked with my tongue and sucked 
it and the surrounding flesh between my lips and kept 
flicking gently.

"Ooooh. Don't stop!" Jilly's hips bucked into my face as 
my tongue returned to her sweet, juicy little girl 
pussy. I found out that gently flicking her little 
button really caused her to push my face into her pussy 
with my hands, and her breath was coming sharp and hard, 
with little "Nnnn, nnnn, nnnn" with each thrust.

The "Nnnnn's" started stringing together and then turned 
to a little squealing scream, "Eeennnnnnnnnn!" and then 
her hips fell back against the bed.

"I think Jilly just did it," I said.

"Uhhhhh-huhhhhh," said Jilly, breathless. "Mmmmmmmm. 
Uhhhhhh-huhhhhh..."

I sat back on my knees with Pammy's arms around me as 
she pressed against my back.

"Now," said Pammy. "It's MY turn."

She laid back and pulled her knees up, spreading her 
pussy to my eager mouth, and there was another 
delightfully juicy little girl wanting to be licked. 
Jilly turned on her side facing me and Pammy and watched 
Pammy closely as I began savoring that sweet eager 
pussy. Pammy's pussy had a slightly different taste. I 
guessed some of that had to be left over from our early 
afternoon fucking.

"Oh, yeah," Pammy said, clapping her hands to the crown 
of my head. "Just right THERE! Use your tongue!" 

Tongue, meet button. Happy meeting.

Pammy was quivering and meeting my tongue flicks with 
little hip thrusts. I took my tongue away from her 
button long enough to lick up some of her (and yes, a 
little remainder of my) juices.

"Do what you were doing," she hissed, pulling my head 
into her pussy insistently.

I complied. I was the one going "Mmmmmmmm" as I enjoyed 
the smells and tastes and textures.

She was the one going, "Unh, unh, unh" with each flick 
and suck. Her movements got more insistent.

I kept on. Her breathing was short and sharp. Then the 
"Unh, unh" changed to "Unnnnnnnnh. Oh, gosh! Oh."

I did one final slurp and suck.

"Oh. Gosh! Stop!" she squealed. "It's too sensitive."

Jilly giggled, "Pammy blushes when she does it." Pammy 
was flushed, pink, her little nipples standing erect.

With Jilly on one side, I crawled up alongside her on 
the other side and nuzzled her neck gently, smelling 
fresh-bathed little girl with just a hint of orgasm.

Her breathing leveled off and returned to normal and she 
sat up. "Whew! That is soooooo good!"

She crossed her legs. I noticed her pussy, pink and 
still wet.

I looked back into those blue eyes, and I could see she 
was in her thinking mode again.

"You can make Jilly do it when you rub your pee-pee 
against her, and when you put it in her, and now you 
made her do it with your mouth. 

An' we can make YOU do it with it inside us an' with OUR 
mouths."

"Yeah…." I smiled, the tingling building in my balls 
from just thinking about it.

"Soooo," continued Pammy, "you know how we used to play 
with your pee-pee with our hands? You showed me how to 
rub it up and down, and it would get feeling real good 
and you'd make me stop?"

"Yeah," I said. I could see where this was headed. 
Jilly's hand, one of them, as lazily playing with my 
erection. "I had to stop. It was feeling so good that it 
HURT."

Pammy said, "I think you should lay back and let us rub 
you and see if YOU do it when we rub it!"

"You want to try that?" I said.

"I think that would be so cool," Jilly said. "Let's make 
Dan do it with our hands."

"Okay," said Pammy. "But we can suck it an' everything, 
too, just when he gets ready to do it, we have to do it 
with our hands. You tell us when you get close, okay, 
Dan? We wanna see what happens when you do it."

"Sure," I said. And I lay back with a delicious little 
girl on each side of me.

Pammy brushed her hair behind her ears and bent forward, 
sucking my hard dick into her mouth. I began reliving 
the afternoon. Jilly took her place, less skillful, but 
equally enthusiastic. Then she sat up.

"How do you rub it?" Jilly asked.

"Like this," said Pammy, becoming little teacher again. 
"Just barely wrap your fingers around so you're holding 
JUST the skin, an' slide the skin up an' down. When you 
get to the top, slide the skin an' your hand over the 
little cap thingie." She demonstrated. Ably 
demonstrated, too, I might add.

Jilly said, "I like that little cap thingie. It's like 
it's MADE to be sucked on," and she took over. "It looks 
like a mouthpiece on a flute." Jilly was in band for her 
first year, learning the flute.

After a few hand strokes, her head bent down and she 
sucked on me. She had a very fun way of pulling back her 
head and letting the head of my dick pop out of her 
mouth with a little wet smack, then pushing it back in 
between slightly closed, wet lips.

Pammy and I coached. Jilly stopped sucking and went back 
to hand strokes. In about a dozen strokes she had the 
method down. Gleefully she went after her task. Pammy 
squatted over my face and let me have a drink from her 
now dripping pussy. It was nectar, salty, sweet, 
slippery, delicious.

"You can stop an' suck on it some more," Pammy said.

"Thank you, Pammy," I said. Jilly's eager mouth closed 
over the head of my dick and she sucked a few seconds, 
then released it with an audible pop. Her hand started 
stroking again, and Pammy augmented the proceedings with 
a hand on my sack, playing with my balls.

Jilly looked at me, grinning naughtily. "This is fun."

I was into the whole thing, myself and for the third 
time today, I felt the feelings start to build. I 
started pumping my hips up and down in little jerky 
motions to enhance Jilly's strokes.

"Is it feeling good?" asked Jilly.

"Gosh, yes," I hissed.

"Boy," Pammy said. "His sack thingie is getting all 
tight."

"Let me feel," said Jilly. She stopped stroking and 
Pammy picked up the cadence as Jilly cupped my balls in 
her little hand. "Yeah. Wow. 

That's different. Something's happening, huh?"

I was humping into Pammy's strokes now, and Pammy'd been 
playing this game with me for over a year now. She was 
good at it.

"Go, Pammy! It's coming." I didn't know that "coming" 
meant anything other than an event was imminent. "Keep 
going!"

Pammy giggled and kept her even rhythm.

"His balls are jumping in my hand," whispered Jilly.

"Hnnnnnnnnnghhhhh!" I would have screamed, but prior 
games had trained Pammy and I to be quiet so as to not 
attract attention from sleeping parents. 
"Hnnnnnnnnnnghhhh!" and I thrust my little dick into 
Pammy's curled fingers. The head poked out past the edge 
of her little closed fist and semen shot straight up out 
of the head of my dick. It was a young boy's shot. It 
must have gone three feet straight up, then came down 
landing on my chest. Her next stroke produced another, 
not quite as high, then a third, and a fourth, each one 
a little less ballistic than the previous.

"You want me to stop?" asked Pammy.

"No." Gasping. "Squeeze and pump some more." Finally the 
squirting stopped and Pammy released my dick, it and her 
hand covered with a white coat of semen. I could finally 
open my eyes. I looked up to two wide-eyed little girls.

Wowww. It SQUIRTS!" That was Jilly.

Pammy said, "I kinda thought it squirted. I felt it when 
he did it in my mouth, and when he did it in me while 
ago. But I didn't know it squirted like THAT!"

I thought I was paralyzed. Every experience I'd had in 
the last twenty-four hours with this pair was more 
intense than the last, and although later I found that 
hand jobs (I didn't know this was called a "hand job") 
fell a way down in the desired methods of inducing male 
orgasm, the fact that this was my first real, squirting 
hand job, delivered wonderfully by two eager little 
dolls, well, that's a dimension that cannot be scaled.

Eager fingers and tongues and lips gathered up the semen 
from my chest downward, and Jilly told Pammy. "Look! 
It's not sticking up like it was!" She was referring to 
my dick. "I don't think I ever saw it this soft."

"It was soft last night when you started playing with it 
before we went to sleep," I said.

"I couldn't see. It was dark." she retorted.

Pammy interjected, "I get to see it soft a lot, but 
usually as soon as I see it an' Dan knows I'm looking, 
it gets hard."

Jilly slid back a bit and lowered her face to my crotch. 
My limp dick was sucked into her warm mouth. "Mmmmmmmm." 
A couple of sucks and a couple of rounds of her tongue 
cleaning every last trace of semen off it and my dick 
started stirring again. It was good to be twelve.

Jilly's head popped up. "It's getting hard again. I 
could feel it grow in my MOUTH. That is sooooo NEAT!"

What a wonderful thing to have a little girl think that 
your dick is "neat."

Pammy laid down beside me and then put her face in front 
of mine. "You liked that, Dan?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I liked that!"

"Did you know it would squirt like that?"

"I dunno. The way things jumped down there when I did it 
in your mouth an' in between your legs, I figured 
something was squirting, but I didn't know how much."

She lowered her lips against mine and kissed me. I felt 
her tongue brush my lips and I opened my mouth to meet 
it.

Jilly was stroking my dick again, and it was hard. I 
felt the bed stir, and as Pammy lifted her face up, I 
saw Jilly getting ready to straddle me.

"Wait," Pammy said. "We did it a different way today." 
Looking at me, she said, "Show her how we did it today, 
Dan."

Jilly looked at me. "Lay back," I said. "Scoot your butt 
down in the bed. Now spread your legs like I'm gonna 
lick you down there."

Jilly complied. I crawled up between her thighs, my 
little dick hard as a rock, pointing at an expectant 
angle. Pammy watched. As I lowered myself, the head of 
my dick probed Jilly's wet pussy, but I wasn't quite 
lined up.

Ever helpful, Pammy came to our rescue. "Let me put it 
in the right place," she said. Her hands reached between 
us and she guided my dick with one hand to Jilly's 
waiting hole which she'd located with a couple of 
fingertips of the other hand. "Okay. Now it'll go in."

And it did. Jilly was looking at me kind of puzzled 
until the "Now it'll go in" part. Because it went in. 
all the way. Gosh she was wet. 

And hot. And tight. And she was pushing up against me, 
then pulling back, making little strokes as my dick 
pulled just a little out of its warm, wet, tight home, 
then returned.

"You like it?" asked Pammy.

Jilly's face was angelic. "This is NEAT!" A lot of 
things were neat to Jilly. I was glad that this was one 
of them. I started responding to her instinctive thrusts 
with strokes of my own, making our joint effort result 
in from almost all the way out to pubic arch to pubic 
arch all the way in. It didn't take very many of those 
for Jilly to drop her ability to converse. She didn't 
completely stop grinning, though, but it kind of changed 
each time we hit maximum depth, our pubic bones meeting.

I was sort of concentrating too, but I did get a glimpse 
of my sweet little sister watching, and I noticed that 
her hand was in her own crotch. She was biting her lower 
lip, a sign I recognized as her "I'm concentrating" 
sign. Her hand was moving rhythmically.

I didn't spend much time using my eyes. Every sense in 
my body was overridden by what Jilly's pussy was doing 
with my dick. Jilly put her hands on my shoulders and 
tugged me toward her and our lips met. The kiss was 
epic, the first time I'd ever kissed a girl while we 
were fucking, and it was wonderful. We held it for a 
moment and then her thrusts were again overriding my 
ability to think. As our lips parted, she started "Nnnn, 
nnnn, nnnn" in time with our pumping. Her legs went up 
and wrapped around my hips.

I kept pumping. I couldn't have stopped if the world was 
ending, and I think that if I did stop, Jilly would have 
hunted me down and killed me. She was really humping up 
against me, and the "Nnnnnn" had changed to "eeennnnn" 
and her eyes were closed tight. We kept going. I guess 
that this being my soon to be third orgasm today helped 
my staying power, but "staying" just meant it lasted 
wonderfully longer. I knew from the change in sounds 
that my little Jilly was getting there, and I could feel 
my nutsack draw up and I knew I was getting there too.

Jilly went over the edge first with a very vocal 
"Ahhhhhnnnnnn!" She tried to squeeze her thighs together 
around me to stop me from thrusting, but I was too close 
to quit now. Another push. Push. Push. Puuuusssssshhhhh! 
And the end of my dick erupted in another gusher. 

I gave one more stroke and ended with my dick buried in 
her oozing pussy. I didn't collapse. She pulled me down 
on top of her and kissed me full on the mouth, hers open 
and our tongues meeting for a few delicious seconds 
before rolling the two of us over. "See!" she said. "I 
ended up on top after all!"

That's when we both noticed little noises coming from my 
sister. 

Pammy's eyes were closed. She was biting her bottom lip. 
Her hand was making little frantic motions, her 
fingertips invisible, hidden by the folds of her pussy, 
and she was going "Nnnnn, nnnnn, nnnn" and we watched 
and heard her reach her own peak with a shiver and then 
that deep red flush over her chest. Her back was arched 
and she looked like she was going to topple backward 
from her kneeling position so I wrapped her in my arms 
and lowered her and me to the bed together.

And I kissed my beautiful little sister.

Her eyelids fluttered and she released a pent-up breath. 
"I did it. Wow! I did it to myself!"

"Yeah," I said. "Now you won't need me to do it."

She looked at me and threw her arms around my neck and 
kissed me. "Maybe so, Dan, but even if I don't NEED you, 
I WANT you to do it with me."

Jilly wasn't going to let herself be left out of the 
party. "Dan," she said, "if you don't lick Pammy, she's 
gonna leave a puddle."

She was looking at Pammy's pussy, practically steaming 
with the product of her orgasm. I looked and 
unconsciously licked my own lips in anticipation.

"Pammy," I asked, "Is it too sensitive still? I'll be 
very careful."

"Nuh-uh," said Pammy. "Just don't lick my button. I 
think it would kill me right now."

"Can I have some?" Jilly asked.

Pammy and I both looked at Jilly. I mean, last night the 
little girls had licked each other's pussies, but that 
was curiosity. This was different, I thought.

Jilly returned our looks. "Hey," she said. "Dan likes 
it. An' the juice tastes like what comes out of Dan's 
pee-pee, the clear stuff. An' YOU like that an' I like 
that. So! Can I have some?"

Pammy giggled. "Of course! We all know how to share, 
don't we?" Jilly started moving in between Pammy's legs. 
"But don't YOU lick my button either. You know how you 
are!"

Jilly giggled. "I won't lick your button until you push 
it in my face."

Pammy looked so happy at the moment, I thought. Just 
finished an orgasm. Her best friend's curly brown head 
was between her legs and there was a happy pink tongue 
and a pair of hungry lips working over her pussy. 

That's when I remembered that Jilly had a pussy herself, 
and that we'd just recently juiced it up. Jilly's little 
ass was in the air as she was face-down, attending to 
Pammy's pussy juices, so I curled around to put my face 
near Jilly's pussy from the rear.

"I feel your breath there" Jilly said. "You gonna lick 
me?" And she returned to Pammy's pussy as I answered her 
question by my lips covering her oozing pussy. I got a 
big mouthful of our mixed juices and Jilly's moans 
penetrated Pammy's pussy.

Pammy's hand found my dick, still wet from Jilly and my 
recent fucking. Almost dreamily she said, "Jilly, you 
are s'posed to clean up your own mess."

Jilly moaned again as my tongue wiped between the 
tightly closed little pussy lips. She caught her breath 
for a second and said, "Why don't you do that for me 
since you're my friend and it's YOUR brother."

This sounded like a good idea to me, so I took one final 
lap of Jilly's pussy, pronounced it properly cleaned, 
and scooted around to position myself with my sticky 
dick near Pammy's mouth. Pammy obliged. Gosh, my little 
sister's mouth! She normally goes "Mmmmmmm" when she 
sucks me, but this time when she was sucking, Jilly was 
licking her pussy, so the "mmmmmmm" was even deeper and 
more heart-felt.

After she'd given me a proper cleaning she popped my 
dick out of her mouth and looked up at me with those 
piercing blue eyes and I melted. 

I lowered myself and she put her arms around me and we 
kissed, her moans partly from the kiss, partly from 
Jilly's tongue working insistently inside her pussy. 
When our kiss broke, I noticed her hand on the back of 
Jilly's head, her fingered entwined in Jilly's curls. 

I guess it was time for Jilly to lick Pammy's button.

I was fascinated by Jilly's butt, still in the air, and 
I noticed that Jilly was doing little hunching movements 
with her hips, and I was thinking, "Jilly seems like she 
wants something." I moved around behind her and caressed 
the sweet, slightly plump roundness of Jilly's little 
ass. I couldn't help myself. I bent and kissed each 
perfect cheek. Then my exploring hand slid between her 
thighs and up to cup her whole pussy. My middle finger 
slipped between the moist lips. I received a little butt 
wiggle in response. It felt like a positive butt wiggle 
to me, but she didn't raise her face out of Pammy's 
pussy to comment.

I pulled my juice-covered finger out and put it in my 
mouth. Damn! Jilly tasted good. Pammy tasted good, too. 
My mind replayed how good they both tasted and I felt a 
twinge in my crotch. I looked down and my little friend 
was standing tall again.

I looked at my dick. I looked at Jilly's juicy pussy, 
her sweet ass in the air. I looked back at my dick and 
gave it stroke. It certainly wanted some attention. I 
looked back at Jilly's pussy. Back at my dick. There was 
a big drop of pre-cum on the head of it. I didn't know 
it was called pre-cum. I smeared it over the head of my 
dick. It glistened. Just like the moisture glistening on 
the lips of Jilly's pussy. My twelve year old brain 
finally got enough blood flow to make a cognitive leap 
and I slid up behind Jilly with my dick in one hand. 

I put the other on the soft pink roundness of her ass 
and guided the head of my dick towards the moist split 
of her pussy. As the glistening head of my dick spread 
the juicy lips of her pussy, there was another positive 
little butt wiggle and I pushed forward, nudging my dick 
towards a little warm tight place.

The little head of my dick found the tight wet opening 
of her pussy and signaled my brain that all was just 
right and I pushed on in.

Jilly's concentration broke over this little event and 
she raised her face from Pammy's pussy. "Pammy! He's in 
me from behind. Ohmygod!"

Pammy's response at this information was "I am not 
thinking about that right now", apparently, and her hand 
pushed Jilly's juice-covered face back down into her 
throbbing pussy.

Jilly figured out how to make both ends happy, how to 
make brother and sister happy, and how to make juice at 
both ends. She'd surge forward a little, giving Pammy a 
royal licking from one end of her slit to the other, 
spinning her tongue around Pammy's button, and that was 
my withdrawal motion. Then Jilly would move back, 
plunging my hard dick into her steaming little pussy, 
her ass mashing into my pubic bone and my nutsack 
swinging forward to bounce off the lips of her pussy. 
And it worked.

And in another couple of minutes, the three of us were 
each making our own, "oh, god, I' coming" noises.

Pammy went first. The fingers tangled in Jilly's hair 
pulled Jilly's face out of her pussy as she went over 
the edge with a teeth-clinched "Nnnnnnnnnnghhhhhh!" and 
breath almost whistled between clenched teeth. That let 
Jilly rise up a bit on her elbows and concentrate on 
receiving another fucking from me. No longer limited in 
her movements by the geometry of Pammy's pussy, Jilly 
and I were doing long strokes, each time the head of my 
dick just barely remaining in the opening of her pussy, 
her pussy lips clasping snugly around my shaft, then 
she'd tilt her ass high and shove back hard for my balls 
to smack against her pussy lips, then she'd grind in a 
little circle.

I was gripping her, one hand on each side of her hips, 
adding my own push to her thrusts, and that little ass-
tilt thing she was doing was dragging hard against the 
ridge on the underside of my dick, and apparently doing 
a good job on Jilly's button at the same time. And her 
"Unhh, unhhh, unnhhh" was changing pitch and her motions 
were getting more insistent and I knew she was getting 
close.

So was I. I wasn't going to last much longer, not at 
all. Jilly saved the day. I heard "Eeeeeennnnnnnhhhhh!" 
and she shoved back against me hard, almost knocking me 
backward. I held onto her hips, though, and managed to 
get the one more needed push into her pussy. I felt my 
balls tighten and my dick started pumping away. I 
couldn't move. Neither could Jilly. But Jilly's pussy 
came to the rescue, the walls pulsing, sucking every 
drop of cum out of me. I sort of lay over, my dick a 
soft, gloppy mess with our mixed juices.

Jilly laid over in the other direction, so we were 
facing each other. Pammy was still propped up on a 
couple of pillows at the head of the bed, looking at us. 
Somebody had to speak first. It was Pammy, since she was 
a bit more past her last orgasm than Jilly and me.

"Can you do this so much you die from it?"


-= Chapter Four =-

We kind of went into a kid-sex knot for a little while, 
recuperating, and then took a little time to clean each 
other up. This time I "cleaned" up Pammy, telling Jilly, 
"that's how that last thing got started." Pammy laughed, 
kissed me, then told Jilly, "Spread your legs. There's a 
lot of Dan's stuff I wanna get."

So I guess that last night's "curiosity" led to my two 
little girls thinking that a little girl to girl stuff 
was okay. It was certainly okay with me, just as long as 
they didn't get too wrapped up in each other and leave 
me out. Jilly's lips closing on my soft dick kept me 
from feeling left out, and she held it against her face 
as her tongue cleaned up my pubic area. Lips on my 
scrotum were the final touches.

Finally we were all three sitting in the middle of my 
bed. Pammy's orgasmic flush was disappearing. I leaned 
back against a pair of pillows and Pammy nestled in 
beside me. I wrapped my arm around her.

"This is so neat," Jilly said. "You can do this all the 
time."

"Nuh-uh," I answered. "If Mom an' Dad knew what we were 
doing, they'd be real mad."

"Yeah," Pammy interjected. "We don't get to play with 
each other like this very much."

"How did you get started doing this," Jilly asked.

Pammy started, "When were little, Mom used to bathe us 
together so it wouldn't take as long. I used to look at 
Dan's pee-pee. It was real little then. I wanted one 
like it. Mom would make Dan get out of the bathtub first 
and go get dressed, then she'd take me out and dry me 
off an' dress me." She continued. "An' when Dan got old 
enough to bathe himself, we'd get in the tub together 
an' Dan would wash me an' stuff, an' Mom would come take 
me out of the tub an' dry me off, an' Dan would finish 
his bath."

Continuing, Pammy said, "An' we BOTH were old enough to 
bathe ourselves, we'd still get in the tub together, 
because that was just the way we did it, an' Dan would 
wash my back an' I'd wash Dan's, and I'd still get to 
see his pee-pee, but I never touched it."

"And I got to see Pammy, too, but she didn't have a pee-
pee like mine. I knew where she peed from, 'cuz I saw 
her pee once while she was a baby and Mom was changing 
her diaper. But I couldn't see nothing but that little 
crack between her legs." I continued, "But all we did 
was go take a bath together."

"One time, though," Pammy said, "I was washing Dan's 
back an' he turned around an' there was his pee-pee 
right there in front of me, an' I touched it. But that 
was all. We didn't do anything."

"So," asked Jilly, "do you still bathe together?"

"Oh, no," I said.

"Why'd you stop?"

"Mom made us stop," I said. "One time she came in the 
bathroom while we were bathing and Pammy was washing my 
back and I was standing up and my pee-pee was hard, and 
Mom said I was getting too old to take a bath with Pammy 
anymore. So we don't." I looked at Pammy.

She continued the story. "The next night when it was 
bath time, I went in the living room to get Dan to come 
take a bath with me an' Mom said I was big enough to 
take a bath by myself now. She came in the bathroom and 
fixed me a tub of water an' I asked her why Dan couldn't 
help me take a bath and she said he was getting to be a 
big boy an' things on him were changing. An' I said, 
'You mean like his pee-pee sticks out sometimes?' An' 
Mom said yes, that that happens with boys when they 
start growing up an' sometimes they want little girls to 
play with it an' that's not what little girls are 
s'posed to do. An' I told her, 'but Mom, I don't want to 
play with his pee-pee. I want him to wash my back. An' 
Mom said, okay, just this one more time he can wash your 
back,' an' she let Dan come in an' wash my back, but he 
had his clothes on."

"Tell her we used to sleep together, too," I said.

"Yeah," said Pammy, "when I was little but when I got 
out of my baby bed, sometimes I would get up in the 
night time and go crawl in bed with Dan, 'cause he was 
warm. An' they didn't mind that. An when Dan got old 
enough to read, lots of times he'd read to me an' I'd go 
to sleep in his bed an' sometimes they'd move me to my 
bed, but lots of times I'd sleep with Dan." Pammy kept 
on. "An' after they said we couldn't bathe together any 
more, they tried to make me stop sleeping with Dan, abut 
then Dad would have to read to me, or Mom, and finally 
they just let Dan do it, but they would still put me 
back in my bed. But one night it was thundering and I 
got scared an' I went into Mom an' Dad's room 'cause I 
was scared and Dad told me to go get in bed with Dan."

I smiled. "I remember that night. Pammy was like six or 
seven then. She got in bed with me. I was watching it 
lightning through the window and Pammy was all scared 
and stuff and she was just hugging on me real hard 
'cause she was scared, and it thundered real loud and 
she squeezed against me and her hand went between my 
legs and she touched my pee-pee."

Pammy grinned. "I asked him, 'what's that?' an' he said 
'that's my pee-pee an' you're not s'posed to touch it.' 
I told Dan 'but I wanna'. 

An' he said, 'okay, but you must never tell anybody, 
'cause little sisters aren't s'posed to touch their 
brothers' pee-pees.' An' I touched it. An' Dan told me 
it felt good when I touched it. An' I started touching 
it a lot when he let me."

Jilly asked, "When did he start touching you?"

Pammy said, "That's your mom and dad's fault. They 
called Mom and Dad to go over an' play cards an' Dan was 
like ten an' they told him where they were gonna be an' 
if something happened we should go across the street an' 
tell them. So Dan an' me were at home by ourselves an' I 
was playing dolls an' Dan was in his room doing 
something an' I went in there an' asked him if I could 
SEE his pee-pee 'cause all I got to do was touch it in 
the dark. An' he said I could see his pee-pee if he 
could see mine, and I said, 'but I don't HAVE a pee-
pee.' 

An' Dan said he wanted to see what I did have. So we 
took off our PJ's an' I saw his an' touched an' watched 
it get all hard. It wasn't as big as it is now, but it 
was so neat. An' he made me lay on the bed an' spread my 
legs an' he looked at mine, an' then he made me open it 
with my fingers an' he touched it. An' it felt real 
good, so after that when I touched his pee-pee, he 
touched mine."

More curious, Jilly asked, "When did you start sucking 
on his thingie? Yesterday you told me you and him had 
been doing that for a while."

Pammy giggled. "That was another one of those card game 
nights. Mom an' Dad were across the street an' we were 
bored an' when we get bored we play with each other. An' 
we were touching each other 'cause it feels real good 
an' I don't know what made me think of it but it just 
looked like something to suck on. An' so I asked him."

I stepped in. Pammy said, "Danny, can I suck on your 
pee-pee?" I didn't think people did stuff like that 
because that's where I pee from, and I told her that. 
And she said, "Please?" And so I let her. And it felt 
sooooo good."

Jilly smiled. "So when's the first time you licked 
Pammy?"

"That day," I said. "She sucked mine, so I guess I 
thought I was supposed to lick hers. And I did, and I 
really liked it, even though back then she didn't make 
juicies like she does now. It was kinda salty, though, 
and I liked the way it feels on my tongue and mouth and 
Pammy likes it, so it was a way I could make her feel 
good like she makes me feel good. And we've been doing 
it ever since, every chance we get."

Jilly said, "Wow. I wish I had a brother so we could do 
stuff all the time."

Pammy looked at me. "You can do stuff with Dan any time 
we can get together. He can be like your brother an' 
boyfriend an' stuff."

"Awwwwww, Dan, can I?" Jilly cooed.

Like I was going to turn that down. "Sure. But you must 
never tell anyone. It would be very bad. They might send 
me away. They send bad boys away, you know, and doin' 
things with little girls, I'm pretty sure that's bad. "

"I won't tell," said Jilly. "So, you said last night was 
the first time you made the white stuff?"

"Yeah," I said. "Pammy and I played together at least 
three or four times a week, and if Mom and Dad were out 
we'd do it with the lights on and with no clothes so we 
could see everything. And about a year ago Pammy was 
playing with me with her hands and sucking on me and 
when she was moving her hand up and down, this clear 
stuff came out. At first we thought I was leaking pee 
and that we'd damaged my pee-pee, but it was clear, not 
yellow, and sticky, not watery like pee is. So Pammy put 
some on her finger and tasted it. She likes it."

Pammy piped in, "An' I try to get him to make me some 
every chance I get. An' a few months ago I started 
getting juicy when Dan played with me, an' so we just 
sort of take turns doing each other with our mouths, an' 
I get his juice an' he gets mine. But now he gives so 
much more. It tastes different, though, but I like the 
white stuff too."

"Oh, me, too," purred Jilly.

Pammy kept on. "But when he started making the clear 
juice, I could play with him an' suck on him and he'd 
get all jerky like he did when he does it for us an' 
squirts, but he didn't squirt."

I helped her out. "Pammy would play with me and suck on 
me and it would get better and better and better until I 
couldn't stand it anymore and we had to stop until that 
feeling went away, and then we could start again."

Pammy said, "An' when he was licking me and touching me, 
it'd feel really, really good, but last night was the 
first time I exploded like that."

Jilly said, "I didn't know any of that stuff. I touched 
myself a few times, but I guess I just didn't know what 
I was doing and it didn't feel that good. But when you 
and Dan started playing with me and let me play with 
you, I knew what made it feel good then."

Pammy was still fitted against my side, but Jilly 
started sliding down. "What're you doing, Jilly?" I 
asked.

"Just playing with your pee-pee." and her fingers curved 
over the head and grasped the shaft and she started 
stroking me. I went from half-hard to full hard in a 
matter of seconds.

"Suck it, Jilly," said Pammy. "I'm gonna kiss him." 
Pammy turned to me and I looked into those blue eyes and 
couldn't help but love her. 

Our lips met, parted and tongues tangled. That was one 
end. My hand went down to the tousled brown hair 
bouncing up and down over my dick and I wrapped my 
fingers in it. 

Jilly kept sucking. Then she bobbed free and said, "Dan, 
can I bite it just a little?"

"Why?"

"'Cause I want to."

"Well don't bite hard."

"How much is 'hard'?"

"I dunno. Bite. I'll tell you if it's too much."

Giggle. Head bounced down, lips closed over the head of 
my dick and slid down the shaft and I felt the touch of 
little teeth just barely gripping the skin. She held 
that for a second and then popped up again. "Too hard?"

"Nope. That felt pretty good, actually. Now I get to 
bite your butt."

Giggle. "You kissed my butt while ago."

I kissed Pammy again. "Yeah. I kissed Pammy's butt too." 

Jilly hopped up and turned around so her butt was next 
to my face. I had Pammy on one side, her face there to 
kiss me, and on the other side I had Jilly's soft, 
rounded, juicy butt.

"Go ahead, Dan. Bite it. But not too hard, okay?"

I kissed her ass, then rubbed my face against her 
cheeks, then turned, pressed my lips against her curved 
butt and bit lightly. "Too much?"

"Mmmmmm. No. Kinda feels nice, really. Do it again."

I did.

Jilly looked at Pammy and me. "Pammy," she said, "you 
need to let him put it in you from behind like he did 
me. It was neat." Another neat thing for Jilly. Hooray.

"He stuck it in your butt?" Pammy was incredulous.

"No, silly. That's nasty. He stuck it in my thingie, but 
from behind, while I was licking you. It's different. 
Real good, too." Jilly had turned around now, and the 
three of us were laying side by side. Jilly rolled on 
top of me and planted a hot kiss on my mouth. "You can 
do another squirt in Pammy, huh?"

"If Pammy wants."

Pammy giggled. "I want. Jilly, you want me to lick you 
like you did me?"

"Mmmm-hmmmm," said Jilly. We started moving around, 
rearranging the bed. Jilly was lounging back on a couple 
of pillows, legs spread, knees in the air, sweet pussy 
wide open.

Pammy kissed me one more time. "I do Jilly and you do 
me, an' all three of us are happy, okay?" She crawled 
between Jilly's waiting thighs. I knew exactly what she 
was savoring as her tongue started just ahead of Jilly's 
anus and licked upward. Jilly's face beamed,, then she 
licked her own lips and sighed and relaxed back against 
the pillows to enjoy the ride.

I gave Jilly a couple of minutes of Pammy's undivided 
attention before I moved downward to Pammy's upturned 
butt. I started kissing and nibbling. "Too hard?" I 
asked. Pammy shook her head, no. "You like it? Head 
bobbed, yes. Encouraged, I kept on, letting lips and 
tongue and teeth enjoy Pammy's smooth little ass. The 
crack caught my curiosity, and in a second, my tongue 
licked just lightly. "Okay?" Nod, yes. Again, this time, 
tongue a little deeper. Got a positive butt wiggle 
there. We'd both just bathed, so everything was squeaky 
clean. 

I pushed my tongue between the cheeks of her ass. If 
she'd have been of a mind, she could have at least 
pulled away. She pushed back.

I put a hand on each cheek of my sister's ass and spread 
them gently and for the first time I saw the pink ring 
of her anus. I moistened my tongue for something I 
thought I had to do, and then I moved my head forward, 
my tongue reaching. Pammy's head popped up out of 
Jilly's pussy.

"That feels good, too, Dan."

"What's he doing?" Jilly asked.

"He's licking my heinie."

"For real? That isn't nasty?"

"No. We just finished taking our baths. It feels good. 
Another thing that Dan does that feels good." Pammy's 
head went back down and I imagine her tongue was doing a 
dance on Jilly's button, because Jilly's eyes squeezed 
closed and her hands were on the back of Pammy's head, 
grasping two handfuls of blonde hair.

I had another lick or two of Pammy's asshole and then 
moved down to the pussy waiting below, moisture 
glistening on its lips. It was a bit of an awkward angle 
but I worked her pussy with my lips and tongue, tasting 
juices somewhat like what she was getting from Jilly. 
Gosh! 

Both these little girls are delicious.

I was hard as a rock, now, and I got up and knelt behind 
my little sister's upturned butt, my little dick 
sticking out expectantly. Ever ready, a drop of pre-cum 
hung on the tip. I squeezed the shaft to get more out, 
and then rubbed it over the head of my dick with my 
fingertip. After it was spread, I sucked my own finger. 
I taste pretty good. Not sweet little girl pussy juice 
good, but good.

I eased forward until the head of my dick was touching 
Pammy's pussy. When I made contact, Pammy moved back a 
little and the head poked in between the lips of her wet 
little pussy. I grasped the shaft of my dick, expecting 
to have to give it a little guidance, but as I pushed 
forward, Pammy surged backward and we mated perfectly.

"Ohhhhh," she said, "I love how it feels when it first 
goes in."

I pushed forward and she dropped her head, her tongue 
back in Jilly's pussy. I put a hand on each side of her 
hips and pushed a little further forward. Jilly wasn't 
paying attention to this. Her whole existence was 
centered around the blonde head lapping at her pussy, 
and Pammy was doing a good job. I started stroking in 
and out and Pammy took a cue, matching me push for push. 
Her ass was tilting up and down with each stroke and her 
pussy was gripping my dick tightly as we slid together, 
in and out, in and out, and I could feel my nutsack 
bumpping against the turgid lips of her hot little 
pussy.

Pammy's head came up. "Dan. I'm gonna do it. Again."

Jilly was already at the edge, "Unnnhhhh, unnnnhhh, 
unnnnhhhh" evolving into higher pitched squeals as 
Pammy's tongue worked magic on her little button. 
"Eeeeeeennnnhhhhh! Gah! Stop! Too much!" And Jilly 
collapse back against the pillows, limp. She released 
Pammy's golden hair and Pammy threw her head back and 
said, "Oh, Dan! Hard!"

Like I needed any encouragement. She was shoving back 
into me hard and I was pushing myself as deeply into her 
as I could and her "Nnnnnn, nnnnnnn, nnnnnn" told me 
that she was riding the feelings. I was determined not 
to squirt until she finished, but the sensations of her 
tight pussy's pulsing walls milking my dick with each 
stroke, well, that was a lot to bear. 

"I'm about to do it, Pammy! You're making me do it 
again."

"Come on, Dan. Push in me. Nnnnnnnn!" She pushed back 
and tilted her ass higher, trying to hit my pounding 
dick with her button. She came up just a little higher, 
and I think she hit it, because "nnnnnnn" changed to 
"Nnnnnnggghhhhhh!" and her breath was sharp, almost 
barks, spitting between her clenched teeth.

I couldn't wait any more. I pulled almost all the way 
out and shoved all the way back in, up to the hilt, my 
balls against her pussy, her butt cheeks against my 
belly, and gahhhhhh! The first spurt was like joyous, 
molten fire exploding from my dick deep inside my little 
sister's pussy. Then the second. And third. I gave a 
little thrust with each spurt.

"I feel every time it squirts, Dan," said Pammy.

I kept going. Finally I was frozen in place, and then I 
just sort of fell back, my soggy, softening dick 
flopping back on my belly. Pammy stayed on her knees, 
chest on the bed, butt in the air, for a minute, 
savoring her orgasm, then the little darling charmed me 
even more as she crawled backward, up my legs, one leg 
on either side of my chest until her pussy, dripping our 
combined hot juices, was in my face. Her mouth closed 
over my soft dick and she sucked, emptying it of every 
drop. I started licking her pussy.

I remembered Jilly. "Jilly, are you okay?"

Almost dreamy voice, "I don't know if I'll ever be this 
okay again."

"You want to come up here and help me clean up Pammy? We 
can share."

"Uh-huh." The bed moved and a curly head appeared beside 
my face. She kissed me, then realizing that the moisture 
on my face was the result of me and Pammy's fucking, she 
licked my face, then took a pass at Pammy's pussy, then 
let me have a lick. I spread Pammy's pussy lips apart 
gently and pressed my mouth over her hole even as a glob 
of my cum was sliding out. I sucked. Pammy reacted by 
sucking hard on my dick in return, and then went back to 
licking my pubic area clean of our juice. Jilly got in 
after I moved my face to swallow that I'd gotten, and 
she got another good mouthful.

"Come down here," Pammy said. "I can't reach his sack 
like this."

Jilly joined Pammy at my crotch and I felt tongue and 
lips working over my nutsack. Then I felt a wide-open 
mouth try to gently sick my sack in. Jilly managed one 
ball, then tilted her head and tongue-washed the other. 
Then Pammy sat up and Jilly straddled my head facing 
Pammy. It was my turn to clean up Jilly's juices. I felt 
the movement above me, but I couldn't see anything but 
Jilly's pussy and ass, which was fine, because my senses 
of taste, smell and touch were all very much satisfied 
with what I had. The movement stopped for a second, then 
a little more movement, then slow movement, then stop, 
then giggles.

Jilly rolled off me and Pammy laid down full on me and 
kissed me again. "You kiss different than Jilly, you 
know."

What? "You and Jilly kissed?"

"Yeah. Is that wrong?"

"Kissed, like me and you just kissed?"

"Yeah."

Jilly giggled. "We were both sitting on you and we 
couldn't kiss YOU, so we kissed each other." And then 
they both jumped on me and we dissolved into a naked 
pile of little kisses and nibbles and giggles and licks 
and sucks.

I popped up for air. "Uh, we better go wash our faces 
an' stuff. Mom and Dad are gonna be home soon."

We all went to the bathroom. I did a quick shower, as 
did the girls, then we went back to the bedroom and 
reluctantly got dressed.

"Pammy! Go get a book out of your room so it looks like 
we were reading." And I dumped a board game in the 
middle of my bedroom floor.

Pammy brought a book and I put it on the nightstand, 
open, then we straightened the bed covers and all three 
crawled underneath. I turned out the lights. Pammy's 
head disappeared under the covers.

"Let's play 'tent'," she said.

Jilly chimed in, "How do we play?"

"We get under the covers and pretend we're in a tent."

"You need to stop that." I was trying to be responsible, 
but that dissolved when a small hand fished my dick out 
of my PJ's and it ended up in a warm mouth.

"I sure hope I hear them coming." Two little girls 
giggled as they traded turns sucking me. What a delight.

The delight ended, though, when I heard the sounds as 
our parents were leaving Jilly's house across the 
street. "They're coming home! Straighten up!"

The two little delights dutifully assumed angelic 
positions, one on either side of me, Jilly lying on top 
of the blanket and Pammy half covered. I heard the door 
open, then footsteps as the adults came up the hall.

"Let me check on the kids," I heard Mom say. She stuck 
her head in the door. "They must have played a game and 
Dan read them to sleep again. The game's still on the 
floor.

I listened to various rustles and bumps as the folks 
readied for bed, then their bedroom door closed. I was 
just starting to sleep when I felt little fingers 
working into the fly of my PJ's. A little hand wrapped 
around my dick and slowly stroked it. Jilly.

I listened to my right and heard only Pammy's even 
breathing. Curly brown hair was barely visible in the 
dim light as a little head disappeared under the 
blanket. Lips sucked the length of my dick into a warm 
mouth. "Mmmmmmmm", almost inaudible, then the head 
bobbing up and down.

This was going to be number seven for me today. Could 
she do it? Could I do it? It would be so wonderfully fun 
to find out.


-= Chapter Five =-

The two years that followed were happy years, but then a 
couple of things happened that changed things.

Jilly's dad took a promotion and moved the family three 
states over.

Pammy turned twelve and six months into her twelfth year 
had her first period. And Mom took her to the doctor for 
her first pelvic exam. 

Tragedy struck. He pulled Mom out of the examining room 
away from Pammy and said in a serious tone, "Mrs. 
Stephens, I have to ask you something."

Mom gasped. "What?"

"Your daughter shows signs of being sexually active."

Mom wrangled the truth out of Pammy on the way home. I 
was greeted by Pammy in tears and was screamed at and 
sent to my room to await the arrival of my dad.

When Dad got home, I was confronted by both parents, 
their faces more serious than I've ever seen them. I was 
packed off to Mom's brother's farm the next day, Dad 
alternating between ripping on me and total silence. I 
didn't even get to see my sister before I left.

It was two days before I got a phone call from Mom. She 
was in tears, but they left me at the uncle's for four 
more days. I was devastated. I was fourteen, too big to 
cry, but I couldn't think straight, and the world had 
lost its joy.

After a week, Dad and Mom and Pammy showed up. Dad told 
me to pack my stuff. I was coming home.

Dad spoke first when we got back on the road home. "I 
know you and Pammy have been having sex."

"Yessir," I said. I figured the next stop was that 
mythological home for juvenile delinquent boys.

"Did you EVER force her to do anything?" Mom asked.

"No ma'am," I answered, truthfully. "We just started 
playing together that way."

"Pammy said you never did. She said you and she just 
started playing like that."

"I suppose," I said. "We were just playing. It was fun. 
We liked it."

Dad's turn. "Pammy didn't eat for a week while you were 
gone. She cried all the time. You mom and I have been 
talking."

I waited for the hammer to fall. What came next, I 
wasn't ready for.

"We know that once young people start having sex, it is 
almost impossible to make them stop. We don't want Pammy 
doing it with other boys. 

That would be very bad for her. Her reputation. She 
could get diseases. You can't do it with other girls, 
either. Same thing. Diseases, or you get some girl 
pregnant and have to get married."

I gave Dad my full attention. He continued. "So Pammy 
wants her brother back. You're coming home. And Mom and 
I don't think we can watch you all the time to make you 
not have sex with your little sister. But Mom got her 
some of those new birth control pills so she won't get 
pregnant. And if you and she only do it with each other, 
then we don't have to worry about diseases."

What was I hearing? Mom's turn. "But you must know that 
if ANYBODY ever found out that you two were having sex, 
you'd lose your reputations in a very horrible way. Dad 
and I could go to jail, and you two could end up in 
foster homes and never see each other again. 

So it's got to be the most strictest secret. In public, 
you're brother and sister. You've been doing a good job 
so far. If the doctor hadn't told me, we would have 
never found out. You have to keep that up, harder than 
ever."

Dad started again. "I can't get hold of this in my mind 
very good, that my kids are having sex with each other. 
That's just too hard to accept. So I NEVER want to see 
you treating each other like anything but normal brother 
and sister in front of us. Never! Got that?"

"Okay," I said.

"And," Dad continued, "I don't want to hear you two, if 
you do anything when Mom and I are at home. That 
shouldn't be too hard. You two had us fooled for how 
long?"

I didn't know how to answer that. "I don't know, Dad," I 
said. "I guess after Mom stopped us from bathing 
together."

"Well, I don't want to know. I don't want you and Pammy 
rubbing our noses in what you're doing. And you must 
never tell anybody."

"Yessir."

Pammy scooted over to my side and put her arms around my 
neck, tears running down her face. "I'm sorry, Dan," she 
cried. "I'm sorry. But I missed you soooo much."

Dad barked, "Get back on your side of the car, Pammy!" 
Pammy scooted back against the window on her end of the 
back seat. Dad continued, "I'm sorry, son, but it's 
going to take a while for me and your mom to get used to 
all this."

I spent the rest of the forty-five minute trip staring 
out of the window. We got home and I unloaded my travel 
bag into my room and sat there. Pammy walked up the hall 
to her room and shyly looked in my door. Her blue eyes 
were tear-reddened, but she gave a slight hint of a 
smile.

The next few days were tense. I felt like I was tip-
toeing around the house, but gradually I got back into 
something like a normal routine, going out to play with 
my friends in the neighborhood, passing off my week's 
absence as a trip to my uncle's farm. Dad was working 
every weekday, and Mom never left the house unless she 
had Pammy with her. 

About a week of this, and Mom was rummaging around the 
kitchen. Pammy wasn't her normal bubbly little self, 
either. But on this morning, Mom said, "Pammy, get in 
the car. We need to go do some errand."

To my surprise, Pammy spoke up, "Mom, can I stay home? I 
don't feel like riding around."

Even more surprising was Mom's answer. "Okay. I suppose 
that's okay." And five minutes later, I heard Mom's car 
leave the drive. And before it hit the end of the 
street, Pammy was at the door of my bedroom.

I looked at my precious little sister. Twelve now, 
edging into womanhood, still a pre-teen, though. The 
straight lines of her little girl body were changing. 
Her hips had taken a decided curve, and her chest was 
showing the beginnings of breasts, and it had been 
almost three weeks since I'd touched her. "Hi, Pammy," I 
said. "Are you alright?" She ran into my arms.

"I miss my brother," she said, tears in her eyes, and 
she wrapped her arms around my neck and showered me with 
dozens of quick kisses. 

Finally our lips synched and tongues met and emotions 
gelled and we held onto one another. "I miss you so 
much."

"I miss my Pammy, too, you know." I had her pulled 
tightly. She wiggled and I let her go and she jumped 
astride my lap and resumed her embrace. Another long 
kiss, and this time there was hunger in it.

"I thought I lost you forever," she said. "Mom an' Dad 
were soooo mad. They said horrible things. I cried. I 
told them that you never made me do anything, and we 
just liked playing like that and if they didn't bring 
you home I was gonna starve myself and run away. And I 
cried all day. Every day. And when they tried to talk to 
me and tell me how this was wrong and you had to be gone 
an' I cried some more." 

She looked at me. "And so they finally had to give up. 
And I got you back." She smiled shyly. "DO you still 
love me like that?"

"You're my sister. I will ALWAYS love you, Pammy." I 
looked at those blue eyes and kissed her again. Hard. 
And hugged her hard against me.

She looked into my eyes. "But, do you, like, still want 
to DO stuff like we used to?"

I kissed her again. She relaxed downward into my lap and 
insinuated her crotch against mine. And felt a familiar 
presence. A twinkle I'd missed for three weeks was in 
those eyes. "Something misses me," she said, and then 
there was a giggle.

"You betcha," I said. "I dreamed about you at night." I 
slid my hands down her sides and cupped a butt cheek in 
each hand and pulled her against me. "But," I said, 
"Pammy, you need to understand something."

"What?" Concern clouded her face.

"I love you like a sister, but I love you MORE than 
that, too, and you know, I was thinking while we were 
apart."

She asked, "What were you thinking, Dan?"

"I love you. Like a sister, but like a girlfriend, and I 
know we're young, but I don't think I will ever love you 
different or stop loving you either way. I mean, the sex 
stuff is fun with you, but it's like it made us closer 
than just brother and sister could ever be. It's 
special. When I do it with you, it's like we're gluing 
ourselves together and nothing can take us apart. It was 
fun with Jilly, too, but I didn't feel like it was 
gluing us together on the inside."

Blue eyes gazed into mine. She stated simply, "I know. I 
love you, too. Like that." And another kiss, and I felt 
her jean-clad crotch slide against my own denim-clad 
erection, and the movement hardened me to a new level.

I caressed the front of her cotton t-shirt and felt her 
budding breasts. My thumbs stroked each nipple and her 
eyes closed and she sighed, and then fastened her mouth 
to my neck. "Gah," she said, "you make me quiver."

She stood up and calmly stripped off her clothes to 
delightful nudity, then while I sat almost in a trance, 
she knelt in front of me and unbuckled my belt and 
popped the button on my jeans. I lay backward across my 
bed and she pulled the zipper down on my jeans then 
tugged on them. I raised my butt up off the bed and she 
stripped them down to my thighs, then tugged at the 
waistband of my shorts. I raised up again and she pulled 
those down to meet my jeans then relieved me of both. I 
sat up and peeled off my own t-shirt. By the time I'd 
tossed it aside she was sliding her nude, lithe body 
along mine and bare skin touched bare skin.

Our naked bodies twined together in a passionate embrace 
and when we finally broke, the giggle was back. She slid 
up a little higher, on her knees astraddle me, her hot 
pussy leaking juices on my dick and balls, and those new 
titties were just the hintings of swellings, delectably 
in front of my face. Her nipples were hard, pink, with 
wrinkly little excited aureoles. My lips found one 
nipple, my hand found the other, and her breath escaped 
in a sigh verging on a hiss. Her hips slid forward 
dragging her little clit along the ridge on the 
underside of my dick, then she pressed down and gave a 
little wiggle, then another giggle.

"Gah, Dan, I missed you soooo much." Her hand was behind 
my head pulling my mouth hard onto her titty. She twined 
her fingers in my hair, then pulled me away from her 
chest and bent her head down and our lips met again. "I 
wanna do EVERYTHING!"

"Oh, Pammy, I do too. I do too. I'm starving for you."

"You wanna EAT me? Is that what my Dan wants?"

"Gosh, yes," I hissed.

The giggles were like tinkling bells as she swapped 
directions and I found myself with my sister's sweet 
pussy oozing juices in my face. I started on the outside 
of her lips, collecting tasty juices, working my way 
inward toward her cleft. "Mmmmmmm!" she purred, "mmmmm." 
My tongue was between her pussy lips, lapping droplets 
out of her hot little hole, and then working toward her 
button. My tongue's first flick of her little nubbin 
rewarded me with "nnnnnnn, god, yes!" and a shudder.

She relaxed her arms and fell forward and I felt her 
familiar hand wrap around a dick so hard it could cut 
diamond. "Oooooo," she squealed. 

"It missed me."

As I came up for a breath, I said, "If you pull on it a 
couple more times like that, it won't miss you. It'll 
squirt all over you."

"You're so bad, "she said, and then her motion presaged 
the next kaleidoscope of sensations as at long last I 
felt her tongue and lips meet my dick. With my dick 
inside her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, I hear 
AND felt the "Mmmmmmm!"

"Slow, down, sweetie," I said. "I'm ready to explode 
already!"

Breathless, "I know. Me too. Lick my button. Hard!" I 
obeyed. She was sliding back and forth on top of me, 
sliding down, pushing her hot pussy into my face, 
smearing juices liberally as my tongue worked over her 
clit, the sliding up, sinking my dick deep in her mouth 
where her tongue worked it over, and her "Mmmm, mmmm, 
mmmm" served a dual purpose, raising my sensations to 
almost an unbearable level, something that was 
subconscious to my sweet little Pammy, because the same 
"Mmmm, mmm, mmmm" was her audible reaction to what she 
was feeling at both ends. And the "Mmmm, mmmm, mmm" was 
becoming more insistent as I struggled for a little 
control. I was on the verge of squirting. Her "mmmm, 
mmmmm" changed to "ENNNNNNNNNNNghhhhh" as she went over 
the edge. I felt and tasted a gush of juice from her 
pussy and busied my mouth sucking every bit of it up.

In her orgasm, her teeth closed ever so slightly on the 
shaft of my dick, pulling the skin up and down with her 
strokes, then she pushed deeper than ever. I think I 
felt her nose against my pubic arch, and then she sucked 
as she pulled back, and my own orgasm exploded. Jet 
after jet of my semen squirted into her mouth and she 
swallowed greedily, sucking me like she was intent on 
stripping every last drop from my throbbing balls. As 
the last spasms put dribbles into her waiting mouth, she 
stopped the motions and just gently sucked on my 
softening dick.

Finally speech returned to us both. And the first word 
she spoke was, "I love you, Dan."

"I love you too, Pammy, god, I love you."

The she spoke the second words as her tongue flicked the 
dick in front of her. "It's getting hard again." And her 
mouth went back over it, sucking it back to erection.

She got up and turned around and straddled me again. 
This time my dick was pointed upward and her pussy was 
in search for its head. I watched her hips work a little 
pattern and then the head of my dick found a steamy wet 
pussy opening and she eased down, my dick sliding into 
the place it decided was home. She sat all the way down 
on it, then straightened up and looked at me from above. 
Her head tilted and she grinned. And giggled. "It's 
home, Dan. Your dick feels soooo good in me." She was 
calling it "dick" quite often, now, although she still 
called it "pee-pee" and "thing". "Dick" was as graphic 
as she ever got.

Her hips make a few swirling motions like she was trying 
to get me seated as deep inside her as I could get. I 
was maybe five, five and a half inches now, I we didn't 
care. It was like my dick was tailor made for her pussy.

"I so much love you, little Pammy."

"Like a sister?"

"Like a sister."

She giggled. "Like a sister with your dick in her?"

"Like the most perfect lover I could ever begin to 
imagine," I said. "Perfect in every way."

She leaned forward and I sucked a nipple into my mouth 
and bit it lightly. She moaned and started thrusting 
against me. I met her thrust for thrust. I released her 
tit and she fell forward and we wrapped each other in an 
embrace, our upper bodies pressed together, our lower 
bodies pumping against each other as we kissed, then she 
leaned back and her hips took on an insistent rhythm 
that I was wonderfully familiar with. She was smiling 
around a bottom lip she was biting; a little 
concentration crease in her brow was her pussy worked us 
both towards a second orgasm.

My first or second squirt coincided with the release of 
the breath she'd been holding for some seconds and she 
joined me, the two of us coming ecstatically together. 
She collapsed full length on top of me and we held onto 
each other for some wonderful minutes in post-orgasmic 
bliss. I could feel our combined juices oozing out of 
her pussy onto my balls.

"Sweetie," I said, "we need to clean each other up. It 
wouldn't be right to leave a big mess on the bed for Mom 
or Dad to find."

"Yeah, I know," she said. "They knew we were gonna do it 
again, but we don't have to make a big deal of it." And 
she got up and flipped around to sixty-nine us. I found 
enough of our combined juices leaking out of her freshly 
fucked pussy to get a good mouthful and several 
delicious tongues full. Her mouth worked over my dick 
and balls, cleaning me meticulously.

Of course, by the time she'd finished cleaning me from 
our second orgasm, I was hard again, a fact that got a 
series of giggles as she bounced my dickhead with her 
tongue. "Remember how Jilly used to say this was a 
mouthpiece?" she said.

"Yeah, I miss Jilly, but it would have been REAL bad for 
her if she was around when all this went on," I said. 
"Mom and Dad don't know about us and Jilly, do they?"

"Oh, no," said my little Pammy. "They didn't ask if we 
were doin' stuff with anybody else. I wonder if we can 
get Jilly to come visit this summer?"

"I dunno," I said. "If she's doin' it with other guys, 
though, we shouldn't do it with her. Ya know what they 
said about diseases."

"Yeah," Pammy said thoughtfully. "But we sure had fun." 
She was idly stroking my again hardened dick. She looked 
down at it, then at me, and grinned. "Got one more in 
there for me? I mean, it's been WEEKS!" And she was on 
all fours wiggling her butt at me. I saw glistening wet 
pink pussy lips and I was quickly on my knees behind 
her.

"God, I LOVE this position," she said. "I feel so 
naughty, and you do me so hard! It makes it come so 
fast!"

And I was behind her, thrusting into her steaming little 
pussy as she met my dick, thrust for thrust. Grasping 
her waist with my hands, I watched her butt slam into my 
belly, the watched my slick dick slide almost completely 
out, the back in, each stroke enhanced by the suction of 
her delightfully tight, and in this position even 
tighter, pussy. It wasn't long before we both succumbed 
to the actions of my dick thrusting, my balls slapping 
against her pussy lips, her own thrusts incorporating a 
little upward tilt of her butt, her little clit 
searching for contact with my thrusting dick. I felt my 
first squirt and pulled her hard back against me to meet 
it, then a few tiny thrusts as her pussy milked me dry 
and those little thrusts were what put her over the 
edge.

It took some effort for us to slide back into sixty-nine 
to sop up the fluids of our third orgasms, then we both 
got dressed. Finally satiated, we lay in bed, fully 
clothed, in each other's arms.

"Dan," Pammy said, "never leave me."

"I won't," I said.

"No, I mean it. NEVER. Like in forever. I love you."

"Brother?"

"AND boyfriend, and lover, and friend, and everything. 
Forever."

"Pammy," I said. "You're TWELVE. You'll change your 
mind."

"No, Dan," she said quietly. "Will you?"

"Never. Gonna be kind of hard, though, us being brother 
and sister, though."

She sighed. "Never have to get married."

"Yeah. We already have the same last names and 
everything."

We cuddled and kissed and fondled each other through our 
clothes for a while. Pammy turned her back to me and we 
spooned up and she guided my hands to her titties and 
wiggled that delightful little ass into my crotch.

"Hard again?"

"Oh, yeah," I said, "you make it that way."

"It's mine," Pammy giggled. She scooted down the bed and 
pushed me over on my back and worked my zipper.

"Pammy," my voice almost squeaked as her fingers snaked 
inside my fly. "We can't start again. Mom's gonna be 
back any time now."

"I know, silly," she said, smiling. "I'm just taking it 
out for a little bit. If she drives up we'll hear it an' 
you can put it back and I'll go to my room."

"Uhhhhh." My dick was hard and sticking out of my fly. 
She was holding it, stroking the exposed length with one 
hand and looking up at me as she jacked me. She was 
licking her lips.

"I dunno if I can do it again, sweetie. We just made it 
squirt three times in an hour."

"Oh, Dan, sometimes it's not about you squirting, silly. 
Don't you know? I like to play with this." And her head 
bobbed downward. The head of my hard adolescent dick 
slid between moist lips. "It's just like magic to me, 
how it gets all hard and I like it in my mouth."

"I'm glad you do, sweetie. I really like the way you do 
that. You're the best."

She raised her head. "You always said that I was better 
than Jilly. Was that true?"

"Uh-huh. Everything you did was better."

Her head bobbed down again. With my dick in her mouth 
she turned her face upward toward me and smiled around 
it. "Mmmmmm. Juices." A few more head bobs and slow 
languorous sucks.

Then we heard a car pull into the drive. Mom was back. 
Pammy jumped up and sprinted into her room. I stuffed my 
hard dick back into my pants and zipped up.

I was lying on my stomach with a book open in front of 
me. I heard the door open and Mom walked up the hall. 
She stuck her head in my room.

"Hi, Mom," I said. "Do I need to unload groceries?"

"Thank you, Danny. I appreciate that." I got up and went 
out to do my little chore.

Mom looked in on Pammy's room as I squeezed past her in 
the hall. "Hi, Pammy."

"Didja get me something, Mom?" was Pammy's answer.

"I bought chocolate milk for you and Dan," Mom said. 
"Danny's unloading it right now. You each get ONE glass. 
You don't have to drink it all today." Mom gazed a bit 
at Pammy. "I hope it was okay that I left you alone with 
Dan."

Pammy sighed, "Mom, I understand, but you still don't 
understand. Danny NEVER forced me to do anything. He's 
my brother and he takes care of me. He'd never do 
anything I didn't want to do. Never."

"And today?" Mom looked at Pammy. I guess Pammy's eyes 
told on her. "Never mind. Don't tell me."

"Mommmmm!"

Mom walked into the kitchen as I was putting away the 
groceries. She looked at me. I looked at her, and then 
over her shoulder I could see Pammy. Pammy's eyes. I 
wasn't sure how this new reality was supposed to work. 
Who was supposed to know what. Who was supposed to tell 
and who was supposed to ask, and I was apprehensive.

"Danny." She called me "Danny" when it was in between 
routine conversation, when she called me "Dan", and 
"Daniel Patrick" which meant she was REALLY pissed. So 
she was concerned. "Son, you need to be really careful. 
I know boys like to brag about having sex to their 
friends. 

But if word ever got out that you and Pammy were doing 
it, this family would be destroyed. Destroyed, like in 
"No more". " Mom sighed. "I knew what would happen when 
I left Pammy here with you today. It DID happen, didn't 
it?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said. "It did."

She sighed again, heavily. "I suppose that's the way 
we'll have to be. If we force you to hide too much, 
you'll start taking risks and risks will get us in 
trouble. So this is how it will work. Your dad and I 
will make sure you get time, and THIS house is the ONLY 
place. 

And NEVER while anyone else is here, cousins, friends, 
NOBODY. When there are other people here, you and Pammy 
are brother and sister, and she's you little sister and 
she's a big pain in your butt just like little sisters 
are supposed to be."

By this time, Pammy was in the kitchen behind Mom. "But 
I thought you WANTED us to be NICE to each other…"Pammy 
whined.

Mom turned and fixed Pammy in her gaze. "Nice is one 
thing, baby. Sleeping together is a whole OTHER thing."

"Yes, ma'am," said Pammy.

"When I think of all those times we found you and Dan 
sleeping in his bed…"Mom said.

"Mommmm. He REALLY did read to me. Really. And I liked 
sleeping with him."

"Yes, baby, but now every time I think about it, I think 
you were doing more than just sleeping. Go clean your 
room." Pammy walked back up the hall.

Mom turned back to me. "I don't think your dad is quite 
as understanding of this as I am, son."

"Yes, ma'am," I said.

"I will work on him. It's how things are going to be."

"Yes ma'am."

"Go clean your room while I fix dinner."

And I left with a million thoughts going through my 
head.

An hour and a half later my room was immaculate and 
Dad's car was pulling into the driveway. Mom had dinner 
on the stove and we sat at the table just like 
everything was normal.

"So," said Dad, "What happened today?" He looked at me.

"Nothing much. Played ‘flyers and grounders' with Terry 
and Paul. Was reading that book I got from the library."

Mom said, "I went grocery shopping. I bought us a nice 
roast for this Sunday."

Pammy was picking at her food now. Dad saw this. "You 
went shopping with Mom?" he asked.

"No sir," Pammy answered. "She let me stay here."

Dad's eye met Mom's. Mom looked down and back up. 
"They're plenty old enough to leave by themselves, 
dear," she said.

Dad wasn't exactly bubbly when he replied. "Yes, I 
supposed they are, you know. I suppose they are." He 
changed the subject. They'd found a new couple to play 
cards with on Friday evenings. Bills were due. How about 
a new car this year? Painting the house. Life.

After supper, Pammy and I did the dishes. I was 
finishing the drying and Pammy headed to take her bath. 
I was on the floor watching TV with Mom and Dad until 
Pammy came back into the living room, clad in her 
pajamas. It was my turn in the bathroom and twenty 
minutes later I was back in the living room with the 
family, wearing my own pajamas. Pammy was lying on her 
stomach on the rug in the center of the room, chin 
propped in her hands, watching TV. I sat on an 
overstuffed chair. Mom and Dad were on the sofa, Dad 
with his arm around Mom.

Pammy stood up. "Dad," she said, "can I sit with Dan 
like I used to do? I'm tired of the floor now."

Dad looked at me, then Pammy, then Mom. Mom nodded 
slightly. "Steve," she said, "They can't stay six feet 
apart forever when we're around."

Dad spoke to Pammy, "Sure you can, baby. Sure you can."

Pammy slid in beside me and turned sideways into a 
position we used for years, I sitting in the chair in 
the normal position, Pammy crosswise, her back against 
the padded arm, her butt in the gap between the arm and 
my legs and her legs across mine. I can't say that all 
those years we'd sat like that, that we were completely 
without what passed for sexual thought when we were both 
pre-teens, but it was mostly innocent. The fact today, 
though, was that not only did Pammy and I both know of 
our growing sexuality, but Mom and Dad knew too. 

It was more than a little bit awkward for a bit, then we 
stopped thinking about it as Dad returned to watching TV 
and laughed at the antics on the screen.

That was a sign that things were getting less strained.
 

-= Chapter Six =-

Friday came. 

Dad came in from work. At the dinner table, Mom said, 
"Steve, the Murchisons are wanting to play cards tonight 
if you're up for it. All we have to do is call."

Here was one of those crossing points, I thought. This 
was the first time they'd even thought about going out 
for the evening. Up until the big event, they thought 
nothing of leaving us kids alone in the house, what with 
them a phone call away and neighbors who would come to 
our rescue in the event of troubles. But that was when 
they thought we were "safe" from each other, too.

And before, when they used to go play with Jilly's 
parents, half the time Pammy would go over there and 
play with her friend, that is, until that fateful 
evening when Pammy and Jilly and I discovered the games 
we could play together. But the Murchisons were older 
and their son and daughter were off in college and there 
were no kids our age. Therefore, this was going to be 
interesting.

Dinner was punctuated with small talk: School was back 
in session, stuff like that. Dad was finishing his cake 
when he looked at Mom. 

"Call ‘em and tell them we'll be there at six-thirty."

Mom looked. "And the kids are going to stay here?"

Dad sighed. "I suppose. They'll be okay." He snorted. "I 
wasn't that ‘okay' when I was fourteen, though."

"Steve!" hissed Mom.

"Well, hell, Stacie," he told Mom, his voice raised just 
a bit. "I have to learn to get used to this. I always 
knew that one day my son would be having sex. I could 
deal with that. I knew one day that my precious little 
girl would be having sex. I figured she'd get married, 
you know? But I didn't figure they'd be having sex with 
EACH OTHER!"

"Steve! Really!" Mom blurted.

"Well?!?!?" Dad said.

Pammy and I were stone silent. I'd thought that there 
was some kind of explosion due, but Dad was usually 
even-tempered.

"You two clean the kitchen up for your Mom," Dad said. 
"I'm sorry. I just had to say something. I'm finished. 
You two can stay here. 

That's all I'm going to say."

Pammy and I worked together clearing the table and 
washing dishes. We were putting them away when Dad came 
into the kitchen with Mom. He was freshly showered and 
reeked of aftershave and Mom smelled of perfume.

"Okay, kids," said Mom, "make sure you take a bath. 
We'll be home at ten-thirty or eleven. Don't stay up too 
late."

Dad snorted. Mom said, "Steve! Stop that!" And they 
left.

As we heard the car leaving, Pammy looked at me. "Hey, 
Danny, when's the last time you took a bath with your 
little sister?" And she giggled. And walked up the hall 
with me following like a puppy. And she was unfastening 
her jeans. Turning into the bathroom, she turn back 
toward me and wiggled and those jeans slid straight down 
her legs. I stepped close to her and we embraced, arms 
intertwined and our lips met and our tongues met and her 
kiss was a sigh.

Breaking apart, I stepped back and started to unbuckle 
my belt.

"Nuh-uh," Pammy said. "I get to do that." 

She knelt in front of me and unbuttoned my jeans and 
unzipped them, then hooked her fingers in the waistband 
of my jeans and my underpants and pulled both of them 
down. She had to pull the elastic waistband forward to 
clear by hard dick as it sprang out at an angle. She 
planted a quick little kiss on its red head and giggled.

As she pulled my pants down around my ankles I stripped 
my polo shirt over my head and discarded it, so when I 
stepped out of the pants at my feet, I was completely 
naked in front of my precious little sister.

"Hmmm," she said, "I need to remember how all this 
works." She smiled as she looked up at me. My right hand 
stroked her sleek straight blonde hair.

"Forgot? Seems like you remembered last week pretty 
good."

"But that was a long time ago." She turned her gaze back 
to my dick and her hand rose up between my thighs. As 
her fingers met my balls, she giggled. "You know, bud, 
these are getting pretty big." She cupped my balls in 
her hand and gently bounced them up and down as if she 
were weighing them. "I wonder how much stuff they're 
making for me."

I smiled at her. "There's a lot in there for you, little 
sister," I said.

Her head ducked forward and her hot mouth engulfed my 
dick with a giggle and an "Mmmmmm."

"Stop that!" I said. "I gotta pee!"

"Ooooooo! I can help!" And she jumped in the bathtub. 
And spread her legs. "Pee right here!" she said, 
spreading the lips of her pussy. 

"We're gonna take a bath anyway."

So I did, my stream of gold splattering in her slit. I 
aimed for her little button, but every time I hit it she 
wiggled and I pinched off the flow. "You need to be 
still," I said.

"I can't. You know how I am when you play with my 
button. Pee on my titties."

I obliged and then shook the last few drops as she sat 
up in the tub glistening wet. She wrapped her fingers 
around my soft dick and pulled it toward her waiting 
mouth. It was hardening as it met her mouth.

"We are never going to get a bath if you don't that," I 
said.

"Silly. We'll get a bath. I need to pee, too. Want 
some?" She stood up.

"Sure," I said, lowering myself into the tub. She 
straddled me and I looked up at her lovely pink pussy.

She spread her lips apart with her fingers so the flow 
would be free and said, "Here it comes!" The golden 
stream burst from the center of her crack and splashed 
on my chest. It was hot. And sexy. And I moved my face 
quickly toward the stream. It splashed on my face as I 
closed my eyes. As the stream stopped, I rubbed little 
sister's pee over my face and chest.

"Pammy, that was fun!" I stood up in the tub in front of 
her. We were both wet with each other's piss when we 
embraced, our bodies sliding together. 

Pammy kissed me and tasted her piss on my face and her 
lips and tongue roamed my face. "Mmmmmm! That's 
DIFFERENT!" she giggled. "Now! 

Shower!" She turned and started the water, waiting to 
get the temperature right as I grabbed washcloths. We 
closed the shower curtain and both rinsed off under the 
spray. Then she turned the shower off and closed the 
drain, letting the tub fill.

One of the nice things about living in an old house is 
that old bathtubs were freakin' huge. And we both 
settled in, me in the back of the tub, she in between my 
legs with her back to me as we luxuriated in being wet 
and warm and naked together. She let her head fall back 
so my cheek was nestled against her wet hair and purred 
as I ran soapy hands over her sweet body. She sighed and 
quivered as my soapy fingertips teased her little pink 
nipples and I enjoyed and explored the mounds of her 
breasts, measuring carefully their growth with my 
curious fingertips. I poured water from a cup over her 
blonde head, wetting both of us even more.

Finally she sat up so I could wash her back, then she 
stood and let me wash her legs, turning so I could do 
her soft curved ass, then facing me again as I paid 
extra attention to her pussy.

"My turn," she giggled. She soaped up my back, then my 
chest, and then rinsed me. "Now stand up."

I complied.

"Turn around so I can do your butt."

I turned. She soaped up a washcloth and carefully 
lathered the backs of my legs and my ass, then dropped 
the cloth and used her hands. It felt sooooo good. Her 
fingers started kneading my butt cheeks. That felt good, 
too. Then she ran soapy fingers up and down the crack of 
my ass. That was good, too.

"I wanna make sure you're good and clean," she said. Her 
fingers scoured my crack, and then I felt a soapy 
fingertip probing my anus. 

"Hmmm," I heard her say. "Does this feel good?"

"Uh-huh," I said. I felt pressure, then a wetness going 
into my asshole. Pammy's soapy finger.

"What about this?"

"What are you doing, Pammy?"

"Just exploring. Does it hurt?"

"No. Actually feels kind of neat."

"Okay. I'm gonna push it in farther."

"Mmm-hmmm." And it seemed like the further in her finger 
went, the further out my dick stood.

Finally finished with her explorations and no doubt 
storing the newly acquired data for future use, she 
tugged me with her hands to turn around to face her. 
Soapy hands thoroughly cleaned my balls and dick. "It's 
been years since I saw your pee-pee all soapy like 
this." She worked her closed right hand up and down the 
shaft while her left one cuddled, tugged and caressed my 
balls.

I could feel the pressure building. "Gahhhh! Pammy! It's 
about to come!"

"Nope!" she giggled. "Not when it's all soapy and I 
can't put it in my mouth!" And she stopped. My dick was 
pulsing, almost painfully on the edge of coming. Pammy 
saw it, giggled, and closed the shower curtain again so 
we could rinse our two lathered up and completely clean 
bodies. We kissed as the warm spray washed the suds off 
us, then turned the shower off and stepped out. She 
tossed me a thick towel and we dried each other off. 
Another towel went toward drying her hair. My own short 
haircut hardly needed more than a quick swipe.

"Awwww!" she said, looking down. "It's soft!" And she 
dropped to her knees and sucked me into her mouth before 
it could get hard. It hardened in her mouth, but for a 
brief moment in time she had my entirely soft dick in 
her mouth. That was a pleasant thing, too. 

Different from all the times she'd sucked me when I was 
hard.

"Relax, Dan," Pammy said, "we have HOURS! Hours to love 
each other. Let's get our pajamas ready."

We laid out both sets of our sleeping clothes in my 
bedroom and I turned the sheet and bedspread down, 
giving us a clean, soft surface to play on. No sooner 
than I had finished, Pammy's twelve year old ("almost 
THIRTEEN!" she'd say) self was crouched on all fours in 
the middle of that white expanse, delightfully and 
completely nude and wearing a playful smirk on her face. 
Waiting for me.

"I'm wet, you know," she giggled. She looked up at my 
hard fourteen year old dick. "And YOU"RE wet, too." She 
knew exactly what that big glistening drop of fluid was 
for that was hanging off the end of my dick. "I think, 
Danny, that we need to put the wet parts together. Now!"

"Not even a kiss for your big brother?"

"Kisses come later. Here!" And she lowered her chest to 
the bed, thrusting her ass in the air as I moved behind 
her.

What a view, I thought, luscious flare developing as her 
hips grew from girlish to womanly. My eyes followed the 
crack of her ass downward, watching it merge in to s 
glistening wet pussy, the lips engorged, deep pink, 
opening slightly to reveal wetness inside. I placed a 
hand on each hip and inched forward on my knees. She 
curved her ass up even more in expectancy. My dick was 
rock hard and the head was aching for entry into its 
proper place. A wiggle of my own hips and I looked down 
to drag my dickhead between the lips of my little 
sister's pussy. 

My pre-cum smeared along her pussy lips, mixing with her 
own juicy lubricant. I thrust forward gently, letting my 
dickhead find its goal and it homed in on her hot hole 
and rewarded me by popping in, maybe an inch.

"Yesssssss!" hissed through Pammy's teeth. "Push!"

I did. Up to the hilt. My entire dick was encased in 
indescribable pressure and heat and wetness, and it 
wasn't static pressure. As my dick stayed still, her 
pussy walls pulsed and rippled around me. "I feel that," 
I gasped.

"Me too, Danny. I can kinda control it once it starts, 
but it starts by itself." Pammy bounced back and forth a 
little and worked her little butt in a tiny circle. With 
my dick inside, enjoying the ride. I started stroking in 
and out of her.

"Uuuuuh. Ooooh. Yessss! Like THAT, Danny. Like THAT." 
And then another wonderful thing happened. Pammy twisted 
and curled herself a little and reached back between her 
legs with her hand, then reached upward. Her fingertips 
found my sack. And she closed her fingers around it and 
tugged my balls in time with our thrusts. It was a whole 
other wonderful sensation, and entirely too much for a 
horny fourteen year old boy to handle.

"Mmmmmmph! Pammy!" I blurted between clenched teeth. 
"I'm coming! Right now!"

"I know. Push! Hard! Hard! Deep! Gahhhhh…. 
Nnnnnnnnnghhhhhhhh!" That was my Pammy coming!

And me. The first spurt deep in her pussy was like 
opening the gates of heaven. And I kept spurting, one 
squirt with each thrust. I could feel the head of my 
dick deep inside her, bumping her cervix with each 
thrust, and each thrust was a spurt of semen washing 
over it. 

Looking back over the years, it was a good thing those 
new pills were there, because Pammy would have been one 
very pregnant little girl after sessions like this.

Finally her orgasm started waning and her hand released 
my balls. With the loss of her touch, my muscle control 
went and I simply fell over sideways, almost paralyzed 
from the intensity Pammy had produced in me. She fell 
over on my legs and we sort of laid in that position 
breathing deeply for a few minutes. Finally I felt her 
hand move and I reached down with my own, our fingertips 
touching.

"I love you, Pammy."

"I love YOU, Dan. Hold me." She stirred around into my 
arms, laying half on, half off of me, her face near 
mine. Freshly washed little girl smells from the bath 
mixed with the heady musk of our mating. I held her in 
my arms and kissed the top of her head lightly. And 
again.

"I love you, Pammy. You're my everything."

She turned her face up toward mine and our lips parted 
for our tongues to meet, then our mouths bonded us 
together for long minutes, tongues and lips molding and 
teasing each other. When we finally broke the kiss, a 
sigh escaped her lips. Then a little wiggle surged 
through her body and then a giggle.

"Uh, Danny, I am going to have a puddle if you don't do 
something pretty quick."

"Oh. I guess there was a lot."

"Uh, yeah. I feel like you squirted a firehose inside 
me."

"Let me clean up my mess, then, little girl." I moved 
down to put my mouth on her sopping pussy. I know now 
that some guys think that eating their own semen is 
gross, but I've never thought of it as anything other 
than just what you naturally do. I fed on the results of 
our love-making and worked my way under her little body, 
moving her on top of me and was rewarded when she was 
laying full on me, our two torsos inverted, and her lips 
sucked in the head of my dick in a wonderful sixty-nine.

"I don't know how I can tell you how wonderful this is, 
Dan. Sometimes it's all I can think about. Like at 
school, when I'm bored. Or at night. I touch myself, you 
know, and I use my finger on my button and I try to 
pretend it's your tongue, but it's not the same. I mean, 
it feels good, but it's like it's artificial, you know?

"I know, Pammy. I did things myself, too, this week, 
because I didn't know if we were going to get a chance 
to be together. I can do it with my hand pretty easy and 
fast, but it's not nearly the same, and I feel like I'm 
throwing away something that belongs to you."

"Really?" she squealed. "You do that with your hand?"

"Yeah," I said. "Guys talk about it a lot. They call it 
"jacking off". If somebody does it to you, it's called a 
hand job."

"Really?" She was fascinated. 

You have to know that Pammy had no other sexual exposure 
other than me and Jilly. I doubt that she had the nerve 
to talk to Mom about this stuff, especially in view of 
the recent events. I, however, was a somewhat typical 
teenaged boy with VERY typical teenaged peers and sex 
was often THE topic. I heard storied of purported 
conquests and wondrous and often entirely fictional 
accounts of sexual practices and such. I doubted 
sincerely that ANY of my peers had actually touched a 
girl, much less FUCKED one, but I did trust them on 
expertise about jacking off.

When they questioned me, I just went along for the ride. 
I admitted to sexual experience, but dared NEVER to even 
hint at anything between me and my wonderful little 
sister. But here I was, relating some of this knowledge 
to my little sister.

"Uh, Danny, have you ever had a hand job?"

"Sure," I said. Her face fell. "No, no, no, Pammy! It 
was you and Jilly that gave me a hand job, remember? 
When you wanted to see what happened when my white stuff 
came out?"

"Oh, yeah," she said, relieved. "Dan, I don't want other 
girls doing things to you. Except, maybe, like when you 
an' me and Jilly did it all together." She spun around 
on me so she was lying atop me, our faces inches apart. 
There was a kiss, soft, sensual, little pink tongue 
pushing between my lips to meet my own. "I want you to 
be all mine."

"Pammy," I said, "You're twelve…"

"Almost thirteen. One month!"

"Okay. Thirteen. But you might want a real boyfriend one 
day. Maybe soon." I looked at her face. I think I saw a 
tear forming.

"I thought I HAD a boyfriend, Danny. You. Remember?"

"I remember. I didn't think YOU remembered."

"I do. Forever. I love you." Pammy wiggled into complete 
contact with my body and I held her in my arms as 
precious cargo.

I was almost fifteen. That wasn't bad in itself. But I 
had a precious, special thirteen year old girl who 
wanted to tell me she loved me "forever" and at fifteen, 
"forever" is a strange thing. But then we had a strange 
relationship growing, a bond not within normal bounds, 
and if it wasn't normal from brother and sister to be 
lovers, then what was to say that our branch of 
"abnormal" didn't include "forever" starting for us in 
our teen years. I put my lips to her ear. "Forever, 
Pammy. Just us. Me and you."

She looked at me and smiled, rising up a little as she 
pulled her arms from around me. She put her hands on my 
chest and swung one leg on either side of me and sat up 
astride me. A quick little scooting movement brought her 
wet pussy directly on top of my dick. She did a couple 
of sexy slides to make sure that the shaft of my dick 
was firmly ensconced within the hot lips of her pussy. A 
smile formed on her lips.

"We will NEVER be apart again, Danny. Not like we were." 
She wrapped her calves behind my legs. A few more 
scooting moves as she slid her clit against my dick. 
Then she stopped and got that "Pammy is thinking" look. 
She flopped forward, putting her face inches from mine 
again. "From starting today," she said, "we gotta do 
stuff to make sure that we CAN be together. School 
stuff. Home stuff. So our lives can stay hooked 
together."

"Yes, Pammy."

"You promise, Danny? Maybe sometimes it won't be fun, 
but we can do it, okay? Promise?

"I promise."

She rose back to almost sitting and raised her hips off 
me. My dick popped up to an angle predestined for 
exactly ONE purpose since the beginning of time, to 
enter an eager, waiting pussy. And there was the most 
eagerest, most waiting pussy ever. Wet, hot, receptive. 
And we mated again. I tried sitting up, and Pammy pulled 
on my shoulders as I tried. When I reached the sitting 
position, my dick was still deep inside her and her legs 
were wrapped around my waist, her young tits pressed 
against my chest and our lips and tongues melted 
together. 

 We rocked back and forth gently, slowly building 
orgasmic energy and came together.

Two more times that evening we fucked each other to 
orgasmic bliss. As ten o'clock approached, we finally 
realized that although our lives had changed, there were 
outside forces to deal with, like Mom and Dad in the 
immediate future. Together we hit the shower again and 
dressed in our pajamas, then crawled in bed together and 
cuddled.

"Prob'ly won't do any good to put out an open book, 
huh?" Pammy giggled.

"Be serious, Pammy, Dad might freak if he comes in and 
we're in bed together."

"He knows we do it. I think he knew we did it the other 
day when Mom left us here together. And I don't want to 
sleep by myself tonight. 

What's the worst that can happen?

"I end up back on the farm."

"I won't let them do that."

"Pammy, we could catch a lot of crap."

"I love you, Danny. We need to try this."

I sighed. "Okay. Here goes nothing. We just can't both 
be under the covers together when they come in. Okay?

"Okay."

We kissed and caressed and fondled each other and Pammy 
eased off into sleep, breathing softly. That is where 
she was when I heard the car drive up and the door open, 
then footsteps coming up the hall. Through barely opened 
eyes I watched Dad peer into Pammy's door, step back and 
turn toward mine. As he approached my door, Mom touched 
him on the shoulder. They both looked in and saw us, me 
under the covers, Pammy on top of the bedspread.

"Dammit," he said. "They're pushing it."

"Steve," Mom said, "it's past the point where we can do 
much about it, at least anything we can live with."

Dad hugged Mom. "I guess all we get to do, then, is love 
them and let them be themselves and hope things work for 
them. They're our kids."

Pammy's decision and our promise colored our two lives 
from that point on. Before, neither of us was a BAD 
student, but we were normal kids with normal priorities, 
and school often wasn't one of them. Pammy said, "We 
gotta be the BEST students, so we can do what we want." 

And we were. I guess that a lot of adolescent energy is 
expended on pursuit of the opposite sex, and we'd 
already finished pursuing. We had each other. So that 
left extra energy for studying. We pushed each other and 
our names regularly showed up in academic honors lists.

Mom and Dad found us to be almost model kids, helpful 
around the house, even-tempered towards them, studious, 
almost to a boring fault. 

Pammy's bedroom still looked like a girl's room, a 
girl's room, that is, crossed with a library.

Mom and Dad never again said anything about us sleeping 
together, but we always waited until their door closed 
at night before closing our own. It wasn't sex every 
night. Just most nights. Sometimes mutual masturbation, 
Sometimes a delightful sixty-nine session, sometimes a 
quiet fuck, never loud, out of respect for Mom and Dad.

Our rip-roaring, full-blown, anything goes, sessions 
happened when Mom and Dad left us at home for a few 
hours, something they did at least once a week. Then it 
was back to sweet, soft, gentle, quiet, waking up in the 
middle of the night to find that Pammy had woken up and 
decided she needed a pacifier, one of the functions 
she'd assigned to my dick. I did similar for her, too. 
Being a sound sleeper, I had to drink a couple of big 
glasses of water to make sure I woke up in the middle of 
the night to go pee, and I would come back to bed and 
slide face-first in between Pammy's thighs and start 
gently kissing and licking her pussy lips. Many times 
she rewarded me with one of her late-night orgasms, 
sweet, juicy, her passion reduced to soft whimpers as my 
tongue flicked her button.

We had to learn, too, about that whole "period" thing. A 
week after we'd resumed playing with each other, Pammy 
came to me.

"This period thing is nasty," she said.

I knew the bare mechanics of periods, about bleeding, 
and cramps and stuff, mostly from hearing mom talk about 
it with other women while I was within earshot, but 
Pammy was my first experience with somebody actually 
HAVING one where I had to pay attention.

"So. What's the deal?" I was curious.

"I start bleeding from down there, and I have to put 
this thing inside me to soak up the blood, and I have to 
change it and throw it away and stick another one in, 
until it stops. And we can't do things. At least I 
can't."

Oh, here's where the advice of my knowledgeable peers 
came in. "Some girls do it on their period. I've heard 
about it."

"Yuck! No. I hate it."

"But…"

"No way! Nothing goes down there until it's over!" She 
had a serious look on her face, so I didn't push it.

"Can we at least hug and kiss? I like that, too, you 
know."

"Of course, Danny." She smiled. "But I'm broken. We 
can't do it."

I scooped her into my arms. "You're my baby. You're 
smart and cute and funny and even if we never could do 
it like that again I still want you to hold me and kiss 
me and talk to me and laugh with me. Forever, remember?"

She looked into my eyes and I caught the twinkle. "But 
YOU'RE not broken, are you?"

"What do you mean, Pammy?" I asked.

"Danny. Come on. Think about it. How many ways have we 
found for me to make you squirt? I mean, besides you 
putting your pee-pee inside my pussy?

"Oh."

"I can still suck you. And that hand job thing, for 
sure." She grinned.

"But that's not fair."

"What's not fair, Danny?"

"That you'll do things for me and I can't do them for 
you."

"Oh," she grinned. "Don't worry. When this period stops 
I will expect full payback."

I smiled and kissed her.

"And I want to do you right now. Take off your pants." 
Like I needed to be told twice, huh?

I was naked from the waist down and as I stood up 
stepping out of my pants, Pammy just finished undressing 
herself, standing before me wearing only her panties.

"This is as far as I'm gonna go," she said. "Periods are 
yucky." She stepped toward me and kissed me and I bent 
over and sucked on each of her pink nipples. "Mmmmmm," 
she moaned. "Now, lay down. I wanna do you a hand job."

"You don't wanna suck me?"

"Yeah, silly, I do wanna suck you, but I wanna do you a 
hand job right now. Okay?"

"Sure," I smiled, thinking how many fifteen year old 
boys would just die to have a cute little girl trying to 
force a hand job on them. I laid back on my bed, 
propping myself up on pillows so I could get a good view 
of my dick. Pammy got in bed with me and slid between my 
legs, sitting, with her legs under mine. She took my 
hard dick in her hand and started slowly stroking it, 
gently holding it so the skin slid up and down over the 
shaft. That was her right hand. Her left hand cupped my 
balls, something she knew exactly how to do, tugging and 
rolling them around. A drop of pre-cum oozed out of my 
dick. She expertly scooped it onto her fingertip and 
stuck it in her mouth with an audible sucking sound, 
then grinned wickedly at me.

She tightened her fingers at the base of my dick and 
pulled upward, milking another huge drop of pre-cum. 
This time it was the middle finger of her left hand. Her 
eyes twinkled. "Remember last Friday night when we took 
a bath?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah, why?"

"Remember when I stuck my finger in your butt?"

"Oh, yeah. I do."

"Remember how hard you got?"

"Yeah. It was so hard it almost hurt."

She was spreading my copious amounts of pre-cum around 
her finger as she talked, and sex talk was making me 
produce even more. "I'm thinking," she said, "that just 
maybe that might make you do a really good squirt for a 
hand job. Wanna try?"

"You know you can try anything with me, sweetie. But if 
I say it hurts, you have to stop."

"Naturally," she said. She grabbed a pillow. "Here. 
Raise up and put this under your butt."

I obeyed. I felt s lick finger poke against my butthole 
and push its way in. "Mmmmmm, that's different. Good 
different."

Pammy stroked her finger in and out. She had long, 
slender fingers. My anus clamped around her finger when 
she was at maximum depth. "It wants to keep my finger," 
she said. It couldn't slide much now, but she discovered 
that she could still do little short strokes without it 
sliding. "Who's fucking who now, huh, Danny?" Giggles.

My dick was straining it was so hard. Her right hand's 
fingers curled around the shaft, then slid over the 
slicked up head and she went back to jerking me, timing 
her left hand's little shoves with her right hand's 
sensual strokes. I couldn't stay still but I didn't know 
which way to hump, either into her hand or against her 
finger in my ass. "Nnnnnnn. Pammy! Oh, Pammy! Nnnnnn. 
Nnnnn."

She smiled at me when I could barely open my eyes from 
all the feelings. She was biting that bottom lip of hers 
in concentration, but watching, savoring my passion. 
"Little sister's making her big brother feel pretty 
good, huh?"

I kept thrusting wildly, knowing that in some of those 
motions was release. Pre-cum was flowing almost non-stop 
from the head of my dick and she was sliding her hand up 
over the head, spreading it, then stroking me some more. 
"Gahhhh!" Breathe. "Oh, gahhhh!" Breathe. 

"Pammy!" Pant. "I'm doin' it!" Breathe. Hump. 
"Gnnnnnnnnghhhhhhh!" The first squirt rifled out of the 
head of my dick. It must have gone six feet. We never 
did find it.

"Hmmm," giggled Pammy. "You ARE doing it." Her hand kept 
put the strokes but she instinctively timed them with 
the pulses that rocked my dick. "That is sooooo neat! 
Your balls move every time you squirt, and your butthole 
tries to pinch my finger off every time. And look how 
much!"

I struggled to open squinched shut eyes. There were 
globs of semen on my chest, my stomach, my pubic mound 
and all over her hand. "I think I almost died, Pammy!"

"Did it hurt?"

"Only in the best way ever!"

She extracted her finger from my ass, jumped up, and I 
could hear water running. In a moment she was back in 
bed. "Just wanna be clean," she said. "Now SOMEBODY'S 
all messy. Good thing he's got a little sister to clean 
up after him!" And she worked her way down my body, 
licking and sucking each glob of sperm in turn. "Did I 
tell you how much I love your sperm?"

"No, but I kind of figured it out."

"I really do," she said, then her lips closed over my 
soft dick. Once it was inside her mouth, her tongue 
washed it carefully. I could feel myself hardening as 
she sucked. "He-he. I like how it gets hard in my mouth, 
Danny!"

She climbed up my chest and we slumped together in 
embrace, lips locked, kissing. I could taste the salty 
twang of my come in her mouth. 

"You owe me one, Danny." After a few minutes, she slid 
down again, between my legs, grabbing my dick with her 
right hand again and tilting it toward her mouth. 
"Mmmmmm. I love sucking your dick, Danny." 

She wet the middle finger of her left hand and I felt it 
slide into my butthole again. I gasped. Now she knew how 
that worked. Her head bobbed up and down on my hard 
young dick as her finger did short strokes deep in my 
ass. Her right hand fluttered around, one second holding 
and stroking my dick in time with her lips, next 
squeezing and tugging on my balls, then holding my dick 
flat against my belly as her tongue bathed my balls and 
ran up and down my shaft, licking and flicking.

I was past control again. She raised her head from her 
tongue bath of my balls and said, "Is Danny gonna do it 
again?"

"Gnnnngghhh." Breathe. "Yeah. Nnnnnghh!" Breathe. Hump.

Her lips closed over the head of my dick and I put a 
hand on the back of her head. Pushing her down was 
something I never did. I didn't force Pammy. Pammy just 
DID. Exactly right. With my hand stroking her head in 
encouragement, she kept on. I felt her teeth gently grip 
the skin of my dick and add that sensation to the 
symphony of feelings. She let go with her teeth and her 
tongue was curled around the underside of my shaft as 
she pulled almost all the way back, then slid me back 
fully into her mouth. "Mmmmmmm!" she moaned. I think she 
knew that would do the trick. "Mmmmmphhhh!" and the 
first squirt hit the back of her mouth. She redoubled 
her efforts, again synching her mouth and fingers to my 
pulsing orgasmic spasms.

I finished with the pulses. Pammy didn't finish sucking 
though, although when the pulses ended, she stopped all 
but the gentlest movements, caressing me with her mouth 
as my dick went soft slowly. And finally her head rose 
and she released my dick from her mouth. She licked the 
corner of her mouth to catch a stray droplet of semen 
and smiled. "Now you owe me two!"


-= Chapter Seven =-

Time passed on. High school. My lack of interest in 
chasing girls actually resulted in a few rumors that I 
was queer. But people who knew who the real queers were 
never could connect me with any of them, and in small 
towns, EVERYBODY knew who all the queers were, closet or 
no closet.

Pammy received similar rumors. She never caught the 
desire for the latest fashions. She eschewed the trends 
in make-up. Her hair stayed the same as it had been 
since elementary school, beautifully blonde, cut 
straight just below jaw-line length all the way around, 
and square-cut bangs at her eyebrows. And I thought she 
was beautiful.

The titty thing hit her lightly, too, I guess because 
Mom wasn't large-breasted and neither was Dad's mom. And 
I minded not the least. I was more than satisfied that a 
B cup was exactly right for all recreational purposes. 
Her hips broadened, another gene from Mom, but boy, 
those hips sure looked good from behind, especially when 
they were bare and pressing backward against my belly.

I played around with a couple of jobs after school as my 
senior years passed, and college time was approaching.

Jilly and Pammy stayed pen-pals and even exchanged a few 
phone calls from time to time, just keeping in touch.

Pammy was laying on me on a Saturday night near 
Thanksgiving. Mom and Dad had gone to play cards. Pammy 
and I had participated in recreational bathing after we 
exchanged pee baths, a pretty regular practice. We'd 
just sixty-nined each other to our second orgasm of the 
evening and were enjoying just fitting ourselves 
together.

"So," said Pammy, "What ARE you gonna do about college?"

"Engineering," I said.

"But you can't do that here in town. We have a two-year 
college."

"I know."

"You'd have to go to State."

"I know. To finish."

"We said we'd never leave each other." Sixteen year old 
Pammy. Perfection laying on top of me. She rolled so she 
was laying completely flat on me, our faces inches 
apart. "Never, Dan. Never."

I kissed my Pammy. "I know, Pammy, but there's a way."

"How?"

I cupped her butt cheeks in my hands. "Well, little 
girl, I can take a bunch of courses here for two years, 
until you graduate, and then when you're ready for 
college, we'll BOTH go to State. I talked with Dad. He 
and Mom have been saving for our college since we were 
born. 

He says we can go wherever we want. Especially with my 
scholarships. And you'll get some, too."

"Oooo, Danny!" she squealed gleefully. "I do love it 
when you're smart, and I love it even more when you 
think about us."

"Sweetie," I said, running my fingers through her hair, 
"I think about us every day." We locked in a hot, long 
kiss.

"What do you want ME to do for you, lover?" she asked.

I smiled. Pammy was a sexual kaleidoscope. We'd grown up 
with our sexuality and we were tuned to each other. 
Everything she did was wonderful, and we ran through the 
entire list regularly. "Climb on top of me and fuck me."

"Fuck you?"

"Yeah. We've made love. We've had sex. Now I want you to 
fuck me."

"Okay, big brother. Your little sister is going to fuck 
you. She's going to put YOUR dick in HER pussy and fuck 
you until you squirt inside her." Her head tilted a 
little and her eyes sparkled and she grabbed my chest, a 
hand on each of my tits. She raised up off my pelvis and 
her pussy released my dick so it stood up at full 
height. At eighteen, it was normal size, a whopping six 
inches, and it had a home, the hot, wet pussy of my 
sister. And that pussy found the head of my dick and 
slid down its length.

"Now YOU be still and let ME fuck you," she said.

"I can try. You know how you get me going though."

"Well, try, then." She pulled her feet up underneath her 
butt so she was squatting on me and started bouncing up 
and down and each time she got all the way down, her 
pussy did a little circle and tilt, grinding her clit 
into the base of my dick. I wasn't going to last long 
like this.

"Is it okay, big brother, if your little sister comes 
while she's fucking you?"

"Mmmmmmmmph," I moaned as he hit bottom and did her 
little circle. "Suit yourself."

"And when I make YOU come and ME come, can I expect you 
to suck all our juices out of your sister's pussy?"

"Gahhhhhh, yeah!"

"Is my big brother about to come?"

"Gggggggggahhhhhhh! Uh, Uh-huh!"

I opened my eyes and saw Pammy's eyes closed and she was 
biting her bottom lip. You get to know your lover if 
you're attentive, and I was very attentive to Pammy. 
Eyes closed. Bottom lip. Yep, little Pammy was almost 
there. And I was meeting her thrust for thrust. She 
changed from squatting to kneeling astride me. I knew 
that his was because we found out that when we both 
came, neither of us had enough presence of mind to 
maintain our balance. I thrusted into the best pussy in 
the WORLD.

"Mmmmm. Nnnnnn, Nnnnnn. Nnnnnnn" Pammy's voice.

My voice, "Oh, Pammy!. Ggggggghhhhhh!. Oh! Oh!"

Pammy's voice, though bitten lip, "Nnnnnnnnnnggghhhhhh! 
Oh, Danny!" another grind. "Nnnnnnngghhhh!" And she fell 
on top of me.

We lay together letting our breathing normalize. My dick 
softened and fell out of her steaming pussy.

"I love you, Danny."

"Pammy, you're mine forever. I love you."

And such is the way things were. I started college after 
graduating, staying at home while Pammy finished high 
school. We were inseparable, except in public. We never 
dated, although both of us went out with groups of our 
peers, but with the grades we both had, we were in 
rather limited circles of the school hierarchy. I guess 
it appeared we were both socially inept. Mom and Dad had 
to fend off questions from relatives about "Is Pammy 
dating?" and "Has Dan brought home a girl yet?" and such 
nonsense, and they did a good job, changing the subject 
by pointing out how proud they were of our scholastic 
achievements.

And Pammy graduated. The next fall I transferred to 
State and Pammy started there in her freshman year. I 
was in my beloved engineering school and Pammy was doing 
business courses and we really came into our own. We 
didn't do student housing. We got a little one-bedroom 
apartment off campus a convenient distance and set up 
housekeeping. Our participation in college activities 
was limited to study groups and a few cultural events. 
On weekends that we didn't go home, we spent on the 
road, traveling. Two young adults with the same last 
name, those people who looked simply thought we were 
married. Most people didn't look. We camped. We did 
motels. We lived. Like one soul, we lived. 

One of those trips was a visit to Jilly and her husband. 
Jilly had pumped out a little bit, not grossly so, but 
just at the point past what the Germans call "zaftig", 
juicy. The curly brown hair was there, and I think at 
dinner I caught her eyes and there was that knowing 
twinkle, but in retrospect, I don't think Jilly was 
really happy. Glad to see us, yes, but not happy.

Driving home, Pammy was leaned against me. I had one 
hand on the wheel, the other arm wrapping my sweet love.

"Jilly still looks good, doesn't she?" said Pammy.

"Yeah, that's our Jilly, for sure. She put on some 
weight, though."

Pammy lifted her head and looked at me. "You don't think 
she's cute?"

"Yeah, she's cute. Just a little rounder and softer."

"She's not happy, you know."

"She say something?"

"Yeah, when we went to the lady's room at dinner. 
‘Sides, we've talked and wrote letters."

"Oh."

Pammy sighed. I knew the sigh. My Pammy had a soft 
heart. Level head, for sure, but a soft heart. "She said 
she got married because her parents said she was 
supposed to, right after high school, and Derrick was 
her steady boyfriend from church and it just seemed like 
that was what she was supposed to do."

"Oh," I said. "So no kids, though."

"She doesn't want kids. Derrick is irresponsible. Can't 
hold a job. Drinks. Does dope. And…" she paused for 
effect, "he's one of those religious nuts."

"Religious nut AND drinks and does dope? That sounds 
seriously messed up."

"Yeah. Poor Jilly."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I wanted Jilly to be happy like 
us."

I was still two years ahead of Pammy in college, so I 
was due to graduate before her, but I talked myself into 
a research slot on campus waiting for her to graduate.

It was less than a year after I graduated that I walked 
into the house one day and found Pammy reading a letter. 
Her face was serious.

"Something wrong?" I asked.

Pammy had that "Pammy's been thinking" look. "Jilly. 
Read the letter."

I read. I saw what was coming. Jilly was headed for 
divorce, but no place to go, no money, her parents 
unable to help and halfway across the country now. 
"Doesn't look good," I said.

"She tried, Danny. She says she tried. She tried to get 
Derrick to straighten up. He wouldn't. He hits her 
sometimes. It's bad."

"So what's the plan, little one?"

"That's OUR Jilly. We need to help her. Saturday we need 
to take a trip."

"Okay. Whatever we need to do." We threw together some 
dinner and curled up to watch a little TV. "How're 
classes?"

Pammy nestled into my chest. "Peachy," she said. 
"Nothing happening this year that's going to knock me 
below a 3.8. Even with THIS distraction." She reached 
under her ass to wrap fingers around my dick, then 
turned her face and kissed me.

I kissed back. "You know, we never get to watch a whole 
TV show…"

Pouty lips. Eyes laughing. Her hand fished inside my 
pants and I felt warm fingers touching my manhood. "You 
might want to watch TV, but THIS wants to play games."

And we made love. Wonderful love. Later that evening 
with moonlight streaming in the window, I thought about 
Jilly. Not thought about Jilly because I was not 
thinking about my Pammy. Pammy was my life. But Jilly, 
because somewhere in there was another bond. Pammy was 
right. We had to help Jilly.

Saturday morning we drove off in my little car headed 
two hours to the city where Jilly and her husband lived. 
Interstate highways were wonderful but boring. Pammy was 
sitting tight up against me.

"Boring drive, huh?" she commented.

"Yeah. We've been on this road so many times. I know all 
the cows out there by name."

"Bet I can unbore yah," giggled Pammy. Her hand grasped 
my dick through my jeans. It was soft, but a couple of 
squeezes and that ended. 

She started tugging at my belt.

"Uh, Pammy, what ARE you doing?"

"Looking for my friend," she said. Belt unbuckled. Pants 
unbuttoned. Zipper down. Her fingers dipped into the fly 
of my underpants and guided my hard dick out.

"Uh, I'm DRIVING!"

Another giggle. "Yeah, but there's no traffic and the 
road is straight for a hundred miles." She scooted her 
butt toward the passenger door and ducked down. Dick 
disappeared into mouth and I sucked in a breath as Pammy 
sucked in something else.

"Ahhhhh, that feels so good."

"Mmmmm-hmmmmm," came the purr. Her head rose. "Now just 
let Pammy suck on her brother."

I now know for a fact now that you CAN drive through an 
orgasm.

Pammy made a big, delicious deal of sitting up, visibly 
swallowing, then wiping a stray bit of sperm from the 
corner of her mouth. "There! Feel better now?"

"I didn't feel BAD before, sweetie," I said. "But yes, I 
feel MUCH better now."

Laugh. "You owe me one."

We laughed together. Finally, though, I had to ask. 
"Pammy, tell me something."

"What, baby?"

"Does Jilly know we're living together?"

"She knows we live in the same apartment."

"You're dodging the question."

"Am not. Yeah. She knows. I told her."

"Oh. Okay. Kinda gives me some more information."

She unfolded the map as we reached the outskirts of the 
city and we navigated into an obviously lower-tier 
apartment complex looking for Jilly's address. We found 
it and pulled into an open spot.

She started to open her door and I said "Wait!"

"What?"

"Is this going to be a scene? I mean we're hauling a 
guy's wife off."

"No, silly. First, we're not hauling her off. She wants 
to leave. And second, we talked yesterday to make sure 
everything was still in place and he's supposed to be 
gone out fishing or something with some of his loser 
buddies. I don't see his pickup truck. Do you?"

"No," I said. I looked again. "No."

"Then come on."

We knocked on the door and Jilly opened it, suitcase at 
her feet. She threw her arms around Pammy and burst into 
tears.

"It'll be okay, Jilly," Pammy said. "We're here to take 
you back. You're with us."

I noted the strange choice of words, but I reached down 
and picked up the suitcase. "Is this all?"

Tearfully, Jilly answered, "No. I just had that packed 
in case I had to run. I have some other stuff."

We hauled, well actually I hauled a couple of piles and 
bags of clothing and a few keepsakes and pictures and 
loaded up the trunk and back seat of the car. Finally 
the three of us walked out the door and Jilly locked it 
behind her. She had a white envelope in her hand.

I looked at the envelope.

"Divorce papers. I filed for divorce. He'll find out 
Monday."

With the click of the lock, Jilly sobbed, "I feel like a 
failure. I know I need to do this, but I STILL feel like 
a failure."

We got to the car. I said, "Well, I thought we'd have 
room left in the back seat. I guess we all get to 
squeeze in front."

Pammy chirped, "You know, it's not like we aren't used 
to being close to each other."

I got in. Pammy looked at Jilly. "You get in the middle. 
I need some air." As Jilly scooted into the car beside 
me, Pammy looked in and smiled and winked. Then she got 
in and shut the door.

Jilly looked back over her shoulder one last time as we 
left. Silence filled the car as we drove through town to 
get back on the interstate.

I looked at Jilly. "Are you going to be okay?"

Jilly said, "Yeah. It's just a lot. All at once."

Pammy said, "Tell Dan what happened week before last."

Jilly sighed. "I went to the doctor. Derrick's been 
wanting kids. I thought it would make us stronger 
together, so I haven't been on the Pill. But nothing 
happened. Derrick accused me of being on the Pill and 
hiding it from him. So I went to the doctor." She 
continued, "and they did examinations and tests and they 
said that I wasn't gonna be able to have kids. I made 
the mistake of telling Derrick and he flew apart. He 
hollered. He got drunk. Fell asleep. Got up. Got drunk 
again. Hollered some more. Called me every name in the 
book. 

Slapped me. Took off and stayed out with his buddies all 
night."

"Oh, Jilly," I said, "I'm so sorry."

"I am too." She caught a sob and held it back. "You 
know, I really tried. I don't guess I loved him or he 
loved me, not really, but I tried to make it happen. And 
it just didn't happen."

I looked at Pammy for permission and her eyes gave it. I 
put my arm around Jilly's shoulders and Jilly's head 
buried against me. And I let her sob quietly. We drove 
along silently. Pammy's arm went on the back of the seat 
and her hand touched my arm. I looked at her over 
Jilly's curls and Pammy was thinking. And smiling a 
little. She pulled her hand back and gently caressed 
Jilly's curly head. "It'll be okay, Jilly," she said. 
"You're with me and Dan and we'll make it okay."

We drove home, almost somber, Pammy and I sharing the 
hurting of our friend. Finally we pulled into our 
parking spot and they went inside 

while I made half a dozen trips hauling the trappings of 
an old life in for Jilly.

When I finished my task, Jilly was laying out plates on 
our little table and Pammy was stacking sandwiches. She 
passed them out and segmented them with soft drinks from 
our refrigerator. We sat down for a meal. Jilly looked 
around.

"You guys keep a neat place."

Pammy said, "Yeah, it's just us, and we always did keep 
neat rooms at home. It's not very big, so it's easy to 
keep up with everything."

"Derrick was a slob. I had to clean up after him all the 
time. If I didn't, the place went to hell, and then he 
had the nerve to scream at me because I didn't pick up 
after him."

"Jilly," Pammy said, "you're not with Derrick any more. 
You're with Dan and me. And you never have to worry 
about things, okay. You don't even have to mention 
Derrick. Okay?"

"Okay," Jilly sighed. "Just one bedroom, huh?" She 
looked at me. Life appeared in her eyes, that little 
spark that used to delight me. 

"Brother and sister living together. So. Who sleeps on 
the sofa?"

"We take turns." I said.

"Smartass," Pammy said.

We finished our meal. Jilly looked around. Kitchen 
merged into living room with a sofa, a chair, a 
bookcase, a desk and a TV. The bathroom door was closed. 
She got up and pushed it open and then went in, closing 
it behind her. The toilet flushed, and she came out. 

"Big tub and shower," she said.

"What are you," Pammy chirped, "real estate?"

Jilly smiled and pushed open the bedroom door. "Wowww. 
Nice BED!"

She looked at me, then Pammy. "And looks like TWO people 
have been sleeping in it."

 
-= Chapter Eight =-

"Okay, okay," I said to Jilly, "you can cut the crap. 
Pammy told me she told you about us." I looked at Pammy. 
She looked angelically innocent.

Jilly said, "Oh." She smiled. "So, I guess that's 
settled, then."

What's settled?" I asked.

Jilly said, "The question of who sleeps on the couch 
tonight."

Pammy said, "Don't be silly. It's a king-sized bed. 
There's room for everybody." She crossed the room and 
hugged Jilly, and motioned for me to join. I guess for a 
brief moment I thought it was one of those, "I'm so 
sorry" hugs, but I think that thought left my head when 
Jilly's rounded ass gently pressed into my dick.

I guess bathing was awkward for everybody this first 
night. I mean, like half the time, Pammy and I bathe 
together, but a lot of times we don't. It just depends 
on the mood, who's tired, who needs a rub, whatever. We 
never give it much thought. It's just that sometimes the 
two of us are up to our chins together in a tub of hot 
water or lathered together in the shower, other times 
I'll walk out after she's done her bathing and she's 
sitting at the vanity drying and combing that luscious 
straight blonde hair.

Tonight, though, it was "After you. No, you first. No, 
you go." Finally I gave in and went. After I showered, I 
shaved. Both places. 

My face and the pubes. Somewhere in the last year Pammy 
and I had gotten this bright idea about shaving our 
genitalia, and she really liked it. So did I. So we both 
shaved. Sometimes we shaved each other. Tonight I did 
myself. Finally I walked out. "Next," I said.

Pammy was sitting lengthwise on the sofa and Jilly was 
lounged backward in her arms. When I'd walked out the 
door, Pammy was burying her nose in Jilly's curly locks. 
"Jilly needs hugs, Dan."

Jilly said, "Umm. Uh… I guess I'll go next." She 
rummaged through her suitcase and pulled out a set of 
men's pajamas and went into the bathroom. I heard the 
shower running. 

I looked at Pammy with one eyebrow raised. "So. She 
needs hugs?"

"Oh, Dan, that's our Jilly. She was part of me and you, 
you know."

"I know, baby, but that was a long time ago. Things 
change. She's not the same Jilly. She's been through a 
lot we haven't. We've taken care of each other. Jilly 
hasn't had anybody to do that for her."

Pammy got that "I'm right and YOU know I'm right" look 
and threw it on top of me. "She does now."

"What about the "just you and me forever" promise?"

"Dan, do you love me? I mean, REALLY love me?"

"Why even ask? You know I do. You're my Pammy. I will 
never need another woman as long as I live."

"And that's how I am about you, Danny." She punctuated 
her statement with a kiss. A serious kiss. "But this is 
Jilly, and Jilly IS part of us. From the beginning. You 
know."

"I kind of understand."

"And with Jilly we just fill in the gaps in our life. 
Look, we're like two bricks, see? Identical. We stack 
together perfectly. And Jilly, I'm thinking, she's like 
that cement stuff that sticks bricks together."

"Mortar. It's called mortar."

"And my brother is an ass." She shook my head between 
her hands then planted a kiss on my lips, then her 
tongue went between my lips to meet mind.

"I'm an engineer ass. And I love my little sister slash 
lover and I don't want to ever lose her. Never."

"Don't be silly. Nobody could take me from you. And 
nothing can take you from me. But Jilly will just fit us 
all together."

"You've talked with Jilly about this?"

Eyes twinkled. On this planet, who knew me better than 
this five foot six inch tall blonde in front of me. "We 
might have talked. Maybe a little." She pulled my face 
down and kissed me. "You and me. Forever. Okay?"

"And Jilly? If she wants?"

"And Jilly. And yes, she wants. 

I heard the shower stop, then the hair dryer cranked up. 
"So, I'm, like, the big baddie that could screw up this 
deal?"

"I told her how it was between us. What we promised. And 
how I felt. But I told her that if I had to choose, I 
would choose you. She understood."

"That's a lot of "understanding". How long have you two 
been talking about this?"

"Two weeks. You're gonna hate the phone bill. She called 
me after he blew up at her after the doctor visit. She 
knew it was over then. 

And one more thing…"

"What?" I asked.

"I am going to go to class Monday morning and I want YOU 
to take the day off and LOVE Jill. Just you and her. 
Okay?"

"What?"

"Oh, come on! You and her used to do it by yourselves 
when we were kids. I just want you to make sure that you 
and her get some alone time. You know you and I will, 
and," eyes twinkled, "She and I will. And I don't want 
you feeling guilty about it, okay?"

"Okay…"

I was holding Pammy with my hands on her hips when the 
bathroom door popped open and Jilly walked out wearing a 
loose-fitting set of man's pajamas.

"You two!" she laughed. "Pammy! Your turn!"

Pammy tiptoed up and kissed me quickly on the lips and 
hit the bathroom. I barely noticed she didn't get her 
pajamas. Under normal circumstances, she and I have a 
lot of nudie time in our apartment, but most of the time 
we're in our PJ's in the evening. I figured she'd do 
that. I was wrong.

Jilly waltzed past me and turned sideways on the sofa. 
"Sit," she commanded.

I sat.

"So. You guys talked?"

"We talked."

"And?"

And… I found out that Pammy and I are like two bricks 
and Jilly is the stuff that's supposed to make them 
stick together even better."

"Did she tell you that I go by "Jill" now?"

"Oooo-kay…"

"And she stole that bricks and cement thing from when we 
were talking?"

"It's mortar, not cement."

"And she said you can be quite a smartass. "A charming 
smartass", she put it."

"I'm wounded," I feigned hurt.

"And she said she was 99 percent sure you'd go along 
with it."

"Jilly… Jill, Nobody on this planet knows me like that 
little girl in the shower. Nobody."

"Dan, did you ever think about me?"

I looked at those green eyes and that plump body. "Jill, 
I thought about us. How we just sort of were a unit, you 
know. And when you moved, a piece of me left."

She smiled. "Thank you. I needed to hear that. Dan, let 
me tell you something."

"What?" I asked.

"I want you to know that I am NOT trying to "get" you. I 
don't want YOU. I want you both. It's never going to be 
"you and me" or "Pammy and me". It's going to be Dan and 
Pammy and Jill, or Jill and Dan and Pammy, or Pammy and 
Jill and Dan, or whatever. Okay?"

"That's the way I want it," I said. I heard the shower 
water stop and the hair dryer kick on again. It didn't 
take Pammy long to dry her short hair and she bopped out 
of the bathroom to find Jill at her end of the sofa and 
me at mine.

"Hmmmph!" she snorted. "You two have more patience than 
I would have."

"Whatever do you mean, little sister," I teased, 
surveying her naked body.

"Ooooh Danny," she teased. "That little girl at the end 
of the sofa had your dick in her thirteen years ago. So 
why are you being all bashful now?"

Jill said, "Pammy, I didn't want to kiss him without you 
here. I just felt like I needed to wait."

"Don't wait, then," said Pammy.

Jill practically leapt the length of the sofa and onto 
the top of me and her face clamped to mine. I couldn't 
help but wrap her in my arms and revel in her soft body. 
"Dan," she said, "we're back!"

"Guys," said Pammy, "I think we can move this off the 
sofa, huh?"

Jill peeled herself off me and we trooped into the 
bedroom. She and Pammy hopped onto the bed and sat 
cross-legged, expectantly. I joined them.

Jill giggled. "You're gonna laugh," she said, "but it's 
sticking out!"

Pammy giggled too. "Isn't that how this all got 
started?"

"Yeah," said Jill.

"Hey, we need to be serious for a minute, guys," I said. 
Guys. Two nubile twenty-one year old girls. "Guys", 
indeed.

"Okay," Pammy said.

"Alright," said Jill. "What are we being serious about?"

"You," I said. "Pammy and I have always been with just 
each other, ever since you moved. Nobody else. So we 
know we don't have any diseases."

"What? You think I might have a disease? I only did it 
with you and Derrick, and I was married to Derrick."

"I'm not worried that you did it with somebody, I'm 
worried that Derrick. If he was running around, he might 
have gotten something. And if he got it, you got it."

Jill looked flustered, then sad, then she spoke. "You 
didn't listen. I was at the doctor two weeks ago. He ran 
a bunch of tests. I don't have any diseases. I haven't 
had sex with Derrick in months. He's not interested in 
me. He thinks I'm a freak anyway. And then I put on 
weight."

"He thinks you're a freak? Why?" I asked.

"Dan, you know all the stuff that you an' me an' Pammy 
used to do? Sucking and eating and licking and stuff. 
And plain fucking? In all those different positions?"

"Yeah. So?"

"When Derrick and I met, we were going to the same 
church. Mom and Dad started taking me to church after we 
moved. I met Derrick. He was cute enough, and he was 
sort of nice to me, and there weren't many boys my age, 
and I was shy, and we started hangin' out at church 
things. 

An' we stayed together all through high school, an' when 
I graduated, everybody just thought we were goin' to get 
married, so we did."

Pammy might have heard some of this before, but I was 
hearing a confession for the first time. "Uh-huh," I 
said.

"We were church kids a' we'd never had sex together, so 
on our wedding night I was all excited to be with a guy 
again like you an' me used to do. An' when we got in 
bed, I grabbed his thing an' started to kiss it, and he 
freaked out. He called me all kinds of names. We didn't 
even do anything on my wedding night. He did start using 
me, though, and that's what it was. He'd use me. He 
didn't kiss me or play with me, just climbed on top of 
me and stuffed it in me an' used me."

I stared, then reached for her pretty freckled face and 
touched her cheek. "I'm sorry, Jill," I said.

Jill continued, "Dan, I didn't even know sex could be 
BAD. That it could HURT. But that's all it did. I tried 
to be soft and happy an' teach him like we learned 
together, but he called me a whore an' slapped me. So I 
stopped trying. An' two years of that, an' I thought a 
baby would put us together, so I got off the Pill, but I 
didn't get pregnant, so I went to the doctor. I got 
tested for everything. One thing he found out was that I 
can't get pregnant. The other thing was that I didn't 
have any of those diseases. An' he hasn't done anything 
to me in at least two months." A tear was in the corner 
of each eye.

Pammy closed her arms around Jill, caressing, kissing 
Jill's face, gently. I looked at Jill and reflected on 
how many idiots there were in the world, especially one 
that could take this little girl, once my Jilly, now, 
delightful, plump, pretty, still freckled, still green-
eyed, still tousled brown curls wreathing her face, this 
Jill, and not love her and cherish her and delight in 
her. 

"I'm sorry, Jill. I had to ask. I'm glad you told me all 
that. I know it was difficult."

"I told Pammy most of that, but I told her not to tell 
you. I wanted to tell you myself."

I leaned over and kissed her and held her against me.

"You know, Dan, the best time in my life was US. You an' 
Pammy an' me. You told me you loved me a long time ago."

Pammy's eyes met mine. She said, "I told you I loved you 
too, Jill. We still do." She joined me in encircling 
Jill in our arms.

I ran my hand over the lush curves of Jill's body as we 
embraced.

"Oooh, Dan, it feels so good to be touched like that 
again."

Pammy slid around behind Jill and knelt. Her face 
brushed aside Jill's brown locks and she planted a 
string of kisses on the back of Jill's neck. Jill 
purred. 

I felt a warm hand encircle my dick. I was soft but 
Jill's hand ended that. "It's stickin' out," she said. 
She turned her face upward and a smile painted across 
her lips then spread over her face. Pammy's face was on 
Jill's shoulder looking at me in full grin. Her hand 
cupped Jill's C-cup breast.

"Dan, hers are different than mine."

I reached up and caressed the other breast, then Jill's 
fingers started unbuttoning. Her pajama top opened for 
me and Pammy. Jill's titties were magnificent, fuller 
than Pammy's, a little sag to them, aureoles dark pink, 
nipples like pencil erasers.

I couldn't resist that. I bent forward and found her 
right titty with my tongue. She moaned, and as I sucked 
it into my mouth, her hand pulled my head into her. "Lay 
back, baby," I said. Pammy supported Jill as she laid 
backwards. Pammy was nude. She moved so she could hug 
Jill's face to her own breasts, but first she kissed 
Jill full on the mouth. I could see that their tongues 
were rediscovering each other. I was enraptured by 
Jill's body. Where Pammy was not fat in the least, Jill 
was lush, a soft belly, a little fat above her hips, and 
I was exploring it with my eyes and hands and mouth.

When their kiss broke, Jill sighed. "ohhhhhh! It's been 
sooooo long!"

I was at her navel, licking it with my tongue, and my 
fingers were in the waistband of her pajama bottoms. I 
popped the snap. They fell open, revealing her pubic 
mound, lightly covered with curly brown hair. I moved 
down and kissed that delightful round softness. Her 
breath released with a hiss. I tugged lightly at her 
waistband and she raised her hips up so I could pull off 
her pajamas. Once they were out of the way, I went back 
to kissing her plump mound. Her hands went to my head 
and pushed me further down. I knew what I was getting 
into. 

The smell was sweet, musky, hot as my lips met hers and 
my tongue dragged lightly down the length of her cleft.

"Ooooooohhhhhh! Pammy, I am sooooo jealous. You've been 
getting all of this!"

Pammy brushed hair away from Jill's face. "You have to 
make him catch up, Jill."

My tongue was in her wetness now, lapping sweet feminine 
juices from her pussy. My tongue was inside her as deep 
as I could get it. Then I pulled back and ran my tongue 
up her cleft until it found her button. Jill's button 
had grown. It was big. And stiff. A head the size of a 
pea was poking out from under her clit hood, and I 
easily wrapped my lips around it and sucked.

"Unnnnnnnn. Dan! Like THAT!" Jill was writhing under my 
mouth. I rode with her, busily tonguing the little pea 
in my mouth. "Unnnnn!"

Juice just about gushed out of her when she came. I was 
there. I gathered it into my mouth and drank.

Jill came back to this world. "Thirteen years, Dan. 
Pammy, it's been thirteen years since anyone gave me one 
of those."

"You haven't had an orgasm in thirteen years?" I was 
incredulous.

"No, I had ‘em. I gave ‘em to myself. But that is not 
the same as what you just did. Not even close. Was I 
okay?"

"You were delicious. Just like always."

"My turn," said Pammy. "I miss Jill too, you know." 
Pammy took my place between Jill's thighs. "Jill, you 
look so delicious, baby," Pammy chirped. I watched that 
blonde head bury its face in Jill's wet pussy. "Mmmmm, 
Jill! Delicious!"

Jill was all wiggly under Pammy's mouth. Pammy's butt 
was in the air, one of my favorite things. I scooted 
around behind her, my dick rock-hard. I rubbed the pre-
cum covered head up and down Pammy's wet pussy lips, and 
then pushed inside. Pammy's head popped up. "Danny," she 
said, "that feels good, babe, but why don't you give it 
to Jill if she wants it? This is a Jill night." I pulled 
out. Didn't want to, but Pammy was right.

"Come here, Danny," said Jill. "I wanna suck you."

I obliged, moving near her head. She turned on her side 
and propped up on an elbow and pulled me into her mouth. 
Jill had never been the artist that Pammy was, sucking 
my dick, but this time, there was real hunger along with 
the playfulness. The pleasure continued for a minute as 
Pammy covered Jill's pretty plump ass with kisses and 
bites. Jill finally pulled my dick out of her mouth.

"In me, Dan. I want it in me. I need it in me."

Pammy moved out of the way and Jill pushed me onto my 
back. It was going to be a "Jilly on top" night, and 
that was a wonderful thing, as I remembered from 
thirteen years ago. Pammy was holding my dick, smearing 
its charge of pre-cum over the head as Jilly straddled 
me. 

"I hope I'm not too fat, Dan," she said.

I looked up at her titties swaying in front of me and 
pulled downward, my hands on her hips. "Yeah, that's why 
I'm pulling you DOWN, little girl."

She giggled as Pammy dipped fingers into Jill's wet 
pussy then smeared my dick and guided me into Jill's 
hot, wet hole.

"Ahhhhhhh. Oh, Dan," sighed Jill. Her ass bounced a 
couple of times moving me in and out of her in short 
strokes. She took a breath then looked down at me. "You 
know," she said, "last time you were there I didn't have 
titties." She leaned forward to meet my hungry mouth 
with her swinging breasts. I caught the left nipple in 
my mouth and sucked to hold it in play while my tongue 
danced on it.

"Mmmmmmm." I moaned with pleasures going in too many 
places. I felt Pammy move around to where she could 
fondle both me and Jill.

"How's he feel, Jill?" Pammy asked.

"Nnnnnnnn. Nnnnn. Nnnn." Jill had started sliding her 
pussy up and down my shaft. "Oh. I wanted this sooooo 
much, Pammy. An' it's better than I ever remember…. 
Nnnnnn. Nnnnn. nnnnn. " I released Jill's nipple from my 
mouth and she arched her back, tilting her pussy so she 
had a better angle for her clit to ride my dick shaft. 
And she kept stroking. I was now working with her, 
sliding almost completely out, then plunging back in 
with each stroke.

Her titties were swinging deliciously, something that 
Pammy's smaller, firmer titties hardly did. It was 
mesmerizing. I had a hand on each soft hip with a 
handful of soft Jill. When Pammy and I did this, I held 
and felt Pammy's pelvis. Jilly was soft and pliant and 
pleasurable in an entirely different way. In between 
strokes I looked into her face. The green eyes, the 
freckles still there, wreathed with dark brown curls, 
this was a whole different thing than the perfection of 
my Pammy, but it was perfection none the less.

We fucked for some minutes and our stroking took on 
urgency as Jill neared her orgasm. "Nnn. Nnn. Nnn. " 
Breathe. Nnnn. Nnnn. Nnnnn." 

And her downward, forward thrusts were almost animal. I 
knew she was close. "Come on, Dan, I need you to squirt 
in me. I need US to come!"

Pammy cued on this and did what she knew would push me 
over if I was near the edge. Her fingers wrapped over my 
balls.

"Ahhhhhhh, Jill! Nnnngghhhhh! Baby!" the first jet shot 
into her pussy accompanied by pulses surging up my shaft 
as Jill made another downward stroke."

"Nnnnnnnnnnnn. Eeeennnnnnnnghhh. Ah! Ah! Dan! I'm 
coming." And indeed she was, her vaginal walls a 
pulsating, sucking, squeezing grip on my dick.

I pushed upward in time with my spurts and pulses and 
Jill's hips pushed her pussy in prefect time.

"Wow, guys," said Pammy. That was something! I'm a soppy 
mess and I wasn't the one fucking!"

Jill rode her orgasm as it ended and she collapsed into 
my arms. Pammy knew what was needed here and joined the 
hug.

"Oh, Dan. Pammy. I needed you guys." She turned her head 
with tears streaming down her plump cheeks. "I needed 
you. Both."

We all lay there for a few minutes and then Jill said, 
"Now we've got a mess."

"What mess, little girl?" I asked.

Pammy piped up as her fingered explored where my 
softening dick had finally been released by Jill's 
hungry pussy, "The kind where my Danny pumps a gallon of 
sperm into Jilly, an' Jilly answers him with a gallon of 
Jilly juice… It's running down. Needs either a mouth or 
a towel."

"Don't waste it on a towel, Pammy,"Jill said. ‘I haven't 
tasted us in years."

"Okay," said Pammy. "You get Dan an' I get you, okay?"

"No," I said, "that's not fair. Jill, turn around so I 
can get you and you can get me and Pammy get have some 
of yours too."

"No," said Pammy, "you already got to eat Jilly. This is 
all mine."

I scooted up in the bed against some pillows, propping 
up so I could see all this. Jill was between my legs, 
getting ready to suck my dick and Pammy was at an angle 
with her head underneath Jill, looking up at Jill's 
pussy. Jill rocked back and planted her dripping pussy 
in Pammy's face. The sharp breath she sucked in told me 
that Pammy had made contact.

I heard a muffled "Mmmmmmm" from the vicinity of Jill's 
pussy.

Jill curled forward and sucked my soft dick in, bathing 
it with her tongue and milking and sucking the last few 
drops of come from it then letting it pop out of her 
mouth. She rocked back to give Pammy another mouthful of 
pussy, the bent back forward to tongue-wash my balls and 
the base of my dick. Her fingertips followed her tongue, 
and then moved downward following the juice that had 
slid from my balls down the crack of my ass. Her finger 
traced the juice down to my butthole, swirled a little 
of our juices to lubricate it, then her finger slid deep 
inside me. That "soft dick" thing? It wasn't soft any 
more.

She giggled. "Pammy told me about that. Interesting."

Jill sat back a bit and let Pammy finish lapping juices 
out of her pussy, then moved to release Pammy. Pammy 
came up to me, face slick with Jill's and my juice, and 
kissed me full on the mouth. Pammy hadn't swallowed, at 
least not the last mouthful, so her open-mouthed kiss 
was a replay of me and Jill's come.

"Mmmmmm," I moaned into Pammy's mouth. "You taste pretty 
good."

"You and Jill taste pretty good," giggled Pammy.

Jill's eyes had the old twinkle now. "I know. Now, I 
need to remember how YOU taste," she said, looking at 
Pammy."

Pammy just laid back across the bed and spread her legs. 
Jill crawled up her entire length, though, and planted a 
full kiss on Pammy's lips. Pammy responded with a muted 
moan and wrapped Jill in her arms. I looked at MY two 
girls wrapped in embrace. Damn! Jill had developed one 
sweet plump ass!

I couldn't help myself. I crawled toward her and covered 
her ass with kisses and nibbles and she and Pammy kept 
kissing. My tongue started tracing up and down her ass 
crack and she hunched her back upward to present it to 
me at a more advantageous angle, an angle where I found 
the cheeks spread slightly and her little pink ring 
there waiting for my tongue. I treated it to attention 
from the tip of my tongue and Pammy harvested the 
benefit as Jill kissed her more passionately.

Finally their kisses stopped and simultaneously Pammy 
slid up in bed and Jill slid down, stopping the suck and 
tug Pammy's titties into her mouth, then to put her face 
above Pammy's pussy. 

"You guys shave," she observed. "That's neat. I need to 
do that."

"No you don't," I said. "We'll do it for you."

Giggles came from both my girls and then Jill kissed 
Pammy's pubic mound. As she stopped the kiss, her tongue 
remained in contact with Pammy's mound, and then traced 
a little wet path to the beginning of Pammy's delicious 
slit. And it went inside. I knew from years of 
experience exactly how a tongue affected Pammy when it 
touched her clit. "Mmmmmmmm. Ahhhhh!" escaped from 
Pammy's lips and her hips rose to meet Jill's eager 
tongue.

Jill's mouth closed wide over Pammy's pussy lips and I 
heard an audible sucking sound. "Our little Pammy is 
juicy, she is," teased Jill.

"Uhhhhh, Mmmmm. Oh, Jill," Pammy moaned, "I'm about 
three good licks from coming all over your face."

I knew that if Pammy was really on the edge of a big 
one, bringing her off could result in a squirt of come 
from her pussy. I called it my reward for putting up 
with her periods. I could see the little circular 
searching motions of Pammy's hips and I knew my lover 
and sister was on the edge of a big one. I moved up and 
caressed her face as Jill's curly brown head dipped 
down.

"Mmmmmm. I love Pammy's pussy," she said. Her head 
dipped down and bobbed. I could picture that pink tongue 
working its way up my sister's slit as it opened wide 
from excitement.

"Mmmm. Mmmm. Mmmm. Oh god!" Pammy's hands captured 
jill's head and held it. "Right THERE! Oh! Mmmmm. Mmmmm. 
Mmmnnnghhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhh. God! Ahhhhh. Jill! My lovely 
Jill!"

Jill's head pushed downward and I heard sucking noises 
from Pammy's crotch. Pammy's fingers held Jill's head 
down, then slowly released.

"Wow," said Jill, "You never did THAT before!"

"What….?" Came Pammy's voice, almost like in a dream.

"That big squirt of juice. You never did that before. 
Not for me."

"Dan taught me that. ‘It's how he pays me back for 
taking care of him while I'm on my period."

"Oh…" said Jill. "He's awfully nice, then." Sarcasm. "I 
think he probably enjoys that too much, myself…"

"Probably," said Pammy, returning to this world, "but 
what's a girl to do when a guy wants to eat her pussy?"

"'Specially when the guy is her brother," said Jill. She 
turned to me. I moved to kiss her. I knew the flavor I 
expected to find when our open mouths met. As I kissed 
Jill passionately, sharing Pammy's juices, I felt a 
familiar hand slide under my ass and cup my balls. When 
I moaned into Jill's mouth, her own hand went down to my 
dick and she felt the motion of Pammy's fingers. She 
broke away from the kiss and slid straight down my body 
to engulf my dick in her mouth. Her enthusiasm was 
betrayed by the slurping, sucking noises.

I laid back to give Jill my dick and Pammy sat up to see 
her friend hungrily sucking on me, brown curls bouncing. 
I was almost transported to another dimension.

Jill's head bobbed up, releasing my dick. She looked at 
Pammy. "You fuck him, Pammy."

Naughty blue eyes twinkled and Pammy grinned. "I 
supposed I could," she said, throwing a leg over me. 
"Yep." She said as my dick entered her pussy. "Still 
fits." She did few of her signature shove down and swirl 
hip moves, and then got off me.

"Why'd you quit?" I asked.

"That's not how I want to do it," she said. "I want YOU 
to fuck ME." And she rolled over on her back with her 
legs spread, knees in the air.

Pammy was still hot. I knew my sister, and I knew that 
if she'd just had an orgasm, she was still primed. She'd 
just had one. I entered her and her legs wrapped around 
me, her heels driving my thrusts.

"Mmmm. Mmmm. Oh, Dan, FUCK ME!" I complied, thrusting 
hard the way she sometimes demanded. "Mmmm. Mmmmpphhh. 
Mmmmmppph." My Pammy was getting close. This was going 
to be my third today, though, so I wasn't quite there, 
and I knew that when Pammy came, I wanted to let her do 
with hers. Then I felt fingers grab my balls. Jill.

I felt fingertips rubbing my shaft as it pumped in and 
out of Pammy's juicy pussy. That was good, a Jilly 
trick. Then was a surprise. 

That juicy fingertip traced around my anus as my ass 
pumped up and down returned to the juices me and Pammy 
were pumping, then slicked up, it pushed into my butt.

Agghhhhh!. Pammy! Jill! Oh, good! Aggghhhhh!"

And Jill's little surprise pushed my dick to new depths 
in my sister's pussy and she went over the cliff. 
"Mmmmmm. Oh, god, Dan! Oh god. Mmmmmmpppphhhhh. Ahhhhh! 
Yessssss!"

And she caught my first spurt deep inside her. And the 
second, and third… each one helped along by Jill's 
finger deep in my ass.

I fell over sideways, my dick leaving my sister with a 
wet plop. Jill giggled. "Did that help?"

I got Pammy's pussy cleaned. Jill got my dick.

We got the apartment shut down for the night and with a 
little room light providing us with deep shadows and 
with soft music playing on the radio, we all snuggled 
down together naked for the night, me in the middle, a 
sweet, warm, sexy female body on each side. It wasn't 
long before I heard the soft sighs of Pammy's breathing 
as she went to sleep.

Jill stirred beside me and said, "Dan, it's my first 
night in a new bed. I need something to help me sleep."

"What," I whispered, "we don't have sleeping pills."

"That's okay," said Jill. "I think I can find a 
pacifier." Giggle.

And she slid down, her hair dragging along my chest and 
I felt her mouth close over my dick. Giggle. "You know I 
love it when it's soft. 

I never get it when it's soft." Sucking me and working 
over me with her tongue, she said, "See! Hard again. 
Hmmm… Maybe I can make it soft."

My fingers wrapped in her curls as I savored her mouth 
on my dick. Pammy stirred and her fingers met mine on 
the back of Jill's head.

"You guys…" she sighed, then kissed me…


-= Chapter Nine =-

Sunday morning.

I stirred into consciousness trying to figure out if 
yesterday was a dream. I felt to my right, turned my 
head, and there was the blonde head of my sweet sister 
and lover. To my left, nothing.

Maybe it was a dream. I closed my eyes again. And felt 
the other side of the bed move and a soft, warm female 
form slide against my left side, then fingers wrap 
around my soft dick, then with a little more motion, the 
fingers were joined by a pair of warm lips. Jill. It 
wasn't a dream. More stirring, then the covers were 
tossed back.

"I want some," said Pammy. 

Jill looked up and smiled. "Here! I got it while it was 
soft."

We couldn't fuck all day. We tried. We couldn't. At dusk 
I was spent. The wonderful ministrations of two lovely 
women only resulted in happy stirrings of my dick. Jill 
had her soft dick. Pammy was bemused.

"I think we killed it," she laughed with Jill. "Poor 
thing. At least his tongue isn't dead."

Jill purred, "Neither is YOURS."

Pammy laughed, "Yeah, but we don't want to ignore him. 
Poor thing."

Jill stroked a fingertip the length of my soft dick. 
"Yeah," she giggled, an' poor Dan, too." 

And they laughed at the joke.

"So how do you feel today, Jill?" I asked.

Green eyes twinkled at me. "Like I'm alive again for the 
first time in years. I didn't realize how much I missed 
US." She wiggled. "And raw. I feel raw. An' I'm sore. My 
legs. My calves. I haven't been using those muscles in 
YEARS! And, yes, Dan. I'm happy. You and Pammy make me 
happy."

A bathtub big enough for two isn't necessarily big 
enough for three. Ours wasn't. So I let the girls have 
first crack at it, and they were drying hair and combing 
each other when I got into the tub. 

Watching them just doing normal things together, two 
nudes, contrasting body types, now THAT was sexy. Jill 
had ended up two inches shorter, five feet four inches, 
than Pammy, and now, as I said, she's plump, rounded, 
where Pammy wasn't skinny, but she carried no extra 
poundage. She didn't look muscular, athletic, just 
almost textbook weight, and heaven knows, I found 
everything a man could want with her body, but Jill was 
plump at a recreational level and equally desirable.

I lounged in hot water watching my two dolls. When they 
finished, they both turned to face me. I guess that 
outside of her abandon during sex, Jill was self-
conscious because at first she sort of covered herself, 
but then she looked at Pammy standing there smiling and 
straightened herself up, letting her arms fall to her 
sides.

"I'm not used to people seeing me naked," she said. "Not 
lately." I know she remembered our kid sex sessions 
where clothes didn't enter the picture for hours, but 
that was many years and an abusive husband ago. "I'm 
fat, too. Pammy's pretty."

"Pammy IS pretty," I said, "but so are YOU, and your 
weight doesn't change that at all. You're pretty. Very 
pretty, just in a different way." I paused to smile. 
"And sexy. Very much sexy."

Jill smiled and turned away slightly and looked at me 
over her shoulder. I appraised her magnificent rounded 
ass.

Pammy broke the moment. "Let's wash the poor thing's 
back." And I was bathed by two naked girls.

We put on our PJ's to lounge around and watch Sunday 
night TV. The evening was intimate, one or the other of 
us leaning into the other, kisses punctuating the 
evening, fingers lightly caressing genitals, Jilly 
having a little more "soft dick" time, then exchanging 
places with Pammy. With Pammy face down in my crotch, 
Jilly's sumptuous ass was there for me to rub my face 
against. I slid my hand up her back under her PJ's and 
caressed her.

She sighed. "Mmmmm. Can anything be MORE perfect?"

It certainly WAS good. Pammy was still taking classes 
and my position at university required me to do that 
nine to five thing many days every week. Jill was 
uncommitted. That meant that some mornings I'd leave the 
house with the two of them still in bed. This was a 
reluctant move on my part. It also meant that some 
mornings I was the one still in bed when Pammy left for 
class.

But that first Monday after Jill moved in…

We were all up for a pancake breakfast and Jill and I 
were in our PJ's when Pammy shouldered her book bag, got 
a kiss from each of us, and 

then headed out the door. I started clearing the table.

"I'll do that, baby," Jill said. "You go get ready for 
work."

My first project started an hour late on Mondays. "No," 
I told Jill, "I'm taking a day off today."

She pitched in to help me with the chores. "Why?"

"Oh, I don't know… You and Pammy had a lot of phone time 
together in the last couple of weeks, so I'm behind on 
my Jilly time." I turned to look at her.

She was smiling, eyes twinkling. "Me an' YOU?"

"Sure! Don't act surprised!"

"I am surprised, Dan. Pammy told me she didn't mind us 
being together when she wasn't here."

"Oh, really? She told ME to take the day off to be with 
you…"

"It wasn't your idea?"

"To be with you? That, little girl, is ALWAYS my idea."

She giggled. "Okay. I'm just playing with you. I 
understand. Pammy just wanted us to have some time. I 
suppose that she and I will have some time to 
ourselves."

I wiped my hands and tossed the dishcloth onto a corner 
of the counter and stepped toward my Jill. She met my 
embrace. "So, how about a little relaxation?"

"Excuse me, sir, but you don't appear to be all that 
relaxed," confirming her words with fingers on my hard 
dick through the thin fabric of my pajama pants. She 
took my hand and I followed her to the bed. 

We threw the bedspread and top sheet back. She jumped in 
and rolled on her back to receive me and our two clothed 
bodies merged. She pushed her hand in between us and 
snaked my hard dick out through the fly of my pajamas. 
Giggling, she then guided it through the fly of her 
pajamas and into her wet, waiting pussy. We kissed and 
made a few tentative thrusts.

"I never did it like this before," she giggled.

"Fully clothed?"

"Yeah."

"Kinda naughty, huh?" I said, laughing. I kissed her.

"Tee-hee. Yeah." We fucked for a little while and then 
she gave me a shove and started unbuttoning my PJ top. 
"I want a naked Danny."

I smiled at her. "Yeah, but naked Danny goes best with a 
naked Jill…" and I started undoing her buttons, freeing 
those delightful titties.

"Tell me the truth, Dan, she said, "I'm not ugly? I 
mean, I got fat..."

"Jill, sweet Jill, "I held her face in my hands, "you're 
beautiful, sexy, desirable, delicious, and I didn't tell 
you that stuff just because Pammy would kill me if I 
hurt your feelings. ‘Fat' has nothing to do with it. 
You're softer and rounder than Pammy, but that just 
means you're beautiful in a different way."

"Oh, Dan," she cried, throwing her arms around me and 
showering me with kisses. "I can't tell you how good it 
makes me feel to be wanted again."

"Jill, I want you." My hands couldn't resist those 
titties. We kissed and then my mouth couldn't resist 
them either. Her hands held my face in to her chest as I 
sucked her nipples. While my mouth worked on her titty, 
my hands were holding and caressing that wonderful round 
ass. She lay backward, dragging me in between her legs. 
I humped up and my dick slid right back into her wet 
pussy.

"Oh, Dan. Mmmmmmm!" And we made love. Slowly. Tenderly. 
In the afterglow, I held her in my arms and kissed her 
face. Her green eyes opened and a soft smile was on her 
lips.

"Dan, I love you."

"I love you too, Jill."

We were still in bed nude when the door opened at a bit 
after eleven and Pammy waltzed in.

"You two doin' okay?" she asked. "Jill looks a lot 
happier…" and Pammy dropped the book bag. "I need some 
loving myself right now…" And Jill and I helped her with 
her need.

I won't say that there was always sex involved after 
Pammy left, but I do know that two weeks after moving in 
with me and Pammy, Jill was very much satisfied, as were 
I and Pammy.

Like this morning. The alarm went off. All three of us 
got up and Jill fixed breakfast for us while Pammy did a 
shower preparatory to leaving for class. We ate at the 
table together and Pammy kissed each of us before 
leaving. After the dishes were done, Jill looked at me 
with a twinkle.

"Want one?" she smiled.

"One what," I played coy. Didn't work, but I played it 
anyway.

"One orgasm, baby. You give ME one, I give YOU one." She 
turned towards the bedroom and slid her PJ bottoms down 
over the curve of her ass.

That's impossible for me to resist. I bounded up the 
hall with her and we fell into the bed together kissing. 
I unbuttoned her PJ top to get to her titties.

"Does Danny want a titty?" Jill teased, holding her left 
one in her hand and pushing the nipple to my waiting 
lips. My attachment to it with my mouth elicited a sigh 
from her. "Apparently he does..."

We had a playful romp together. It wasn't urgent. It 
wasn't strained. It was two people who were very 
familiar with each other's needs and wants and desires, 
just having fun. Two minutes into the session we were 
naked, and I was burying under her ass to get my mouth 
to her pussy. She welcomed my tongue with sigh-tinted 
giggles. I lapped happily. She turned on me in a 
wonderful sixty-nine. Being just a bit shorter than 
Pammy though, Jill could only get the head of my dick 
while I ate her pussy unless I curled up. That's good, 
though, with her tongue and lips working on the head and 
her hand pumping the shaft.

"You know," she said, "the end of your dick reminds me 
of a mouthpiece."

"So I've been told," I answered. This was a little love-
joke between us. She'd first made that observation 
during one of those kiddie sex sessions years ago and 
demonstrated it perfectly, holding the head of my dick 
in her mouth just up to the corona while her tongue 
worked the tip over.

"Little Jilly's juicy this morning," I observed. She 
was. Salty, tangy, musky, sexy juice. I savored each lap 
of my tongue. I moved my mouth up a little so my tongue 
could find her button, her clit, and I gently flicked 
across the tip and felt a shudder through her body.

"Oh, Dan," she sighed.

I licked her gently to orgasm. As she reached her peak 
she released my dick from her lips and held onto it, he 
body shuddering, a little squeal escaping between her 
teeth. As she came down, I gently kissed her puffy vulva 
and lapped up the last escaping juices.

She finally turned around and kissed me full and slow, 
our tongues twisting in our mouths together between us. 
Breaking the kiss, she pulled her face back and grinned. 
"Mmmmmm, lover, that feels soooo good. Your turn!" And 
she slid off me sideways and turned her head towards my 
dick. Lying beside me, she worked her mouth over my dick 
in long sucks, her tongue dancing on the head as she 
hummed with pleasure. She turned her head and moved down 
so she was looking up at me. Her eyes were atwinkle and 
she grinned, and then applied her lips to the junction 
on the underside where the head joined the shaft. Lips 
gave way to teeth as she picked loose skin and tugged 
and released it, and then she tilted my dick to point at 
her mouth. Her head bobbed and it disappeared halfway 
into her mouth.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, "do you know how much I enjoy 
sucking you?"

"I hope it's as much as I enjoy you sucking me," I said.

Her teeth lightly gripped the skin of my dick and she 
bobbed her head, sliding her teeth up and down the 
shaft, letting the skin slide. 

This was a Pammy trick that sweet sister had passed on 
in one of their "How can we drive Dan wild" sessions. 
She looked up at me, those green eyes laughing as she 
did what she knew was pushing me, no, sucking me towards 
orgasm. Her fingers curved under my balls.

"Your balls got a lot bigger, you know, since you were 
fourteen." She kept sucking, bouncing my sack lightly 
with her fingers, grabbing a pinch of loose skin, 
tugging, running her fingertip between my balls and up 
the ridge of my dick.

"Mmmmmm, you're driving me wild."

"Don't go wild. Just give Jill a good squirt." She 
popped me back into her mouth and let her tongue dance. 
I was close and getting closer...

"Mmmmmmm, my sweet little Jilly..." Her fingers were 
around my shaft and her mouth was pulling back in a good 
suck when I came. 

"Mmmmmmphhh," was her answer, followed by milking 
strokes with her hand, timed with the pulses of my 
orgasmic surge and meeting her sucking mouth. She kept 
me in her mouth as I slowly eased out of bliss, finally 
releasing my dick as it softened. She looked down, 
looked at me, giggled, and said, "God, I love your dick 
when it's soft," and popped the whole thing into her 
mouth.

"You ought to be more relaxed now, sweetie," she said, 
referring to my having to go into the office that 
afternoon.

Pammy came in from class at lunchtime and the three of 
us shared soup and sandwiches. I reluctantly left them 
together as I went back out.

That evening Pammy let me know that sweet Jill had spent 
the afternoon in bed with her, so the score for the day 
was Pammy, one, Dan, one, and Jill, two. I said so. 
"Just trying to catch up for all those years," she said 
sweetly.

After supper was bathtime. This time it was Jill and me 
in the tub and Pammy drying her hair, having bathed 
first. Pammy was sitting on a stool, blow-drying and 
talking with us as Jill lounged back into my arms.

Jill spoke, "you know, I've been thinking..."

"Uh-oh," I laughed. "Trouble."

I received an elbow in the ribs. "Ass!" Jill laughed, 
"I'm serious."

Pammy said, "Ignore the ass. What are you thinking?"

"I don't want pubic hair any more. I'm the odd one. Dan 
shaves his. You shave yours..."

"Actually," I said, "half the time we shave each 
other's."

"Doesn't matter," continued Jill, "you don't have hair. 
I love how Pammy's muffin feels against my cheek." 
"Muffin" was our pet name for the pubic mound and 
Pammy's was shaved slick. Jill's, however, still 
retained a cover of sparse, fine, dark brown hair.

She stood up and turned around in the tub to show me, 
like I didn't know EXACTLY how her own muffin looked.

"So?" I said, "We can fix that. Right now."

"Would you?"

Pammy said, "Yeah. It'll be better if we do you the 
first time. I know it was when I let Dan do mine."

"Dan did yours?"

Uh-huh. The first time. Dan does everything for me the 
first time."

Jill giggled, "Me, too, you know..."

Pammy brought the little stool over as I got out of the 
tub and toweled myself off. Putting the stool in the 
tub, she said to Jill, "Here, sit on this and put your 
feet on the edge of the tub and lean back."

Jill complied. I got a razor and some shaving cream. 
Jill said, "That tickles...hee-hee" as Pammy applied the 
foamy lather to Jill's pubes.

"Now try not to wiggle too much," I said. I began 
shaving that luscious little peach of a plump pussy, 
rinsing the razor between strokes. 

I finished her muffin, her pubic mound and then Pammy 
helped me work down along Jill's labia, carefully, so as 
not to cut her. We made quite a team, Pammy and me, 
shaving pussy.

"Maybe we ought to post an ad on the bulletin board 
offering this service," I sad.

Pammy said, "Better not. I remember when you did mine. 
You have to lick it afterward and I will NOT have you 
licking some strange girl's pussy."

We finished Jill and rinsed her very well and I planted 
a kiss right at the top of her slit.

"Oooo," Jill cooed.

"Here," said Pammy, offering her a mirror. "See if this 
is how you wanted it."

Jill surveyed her new look, tilting the mirror in 
various ways and spreading her legs and pussy lips. 
"Perfect!" she announced. "Now somebody needs to try it 
out." She smiled at me sweetly, then at Pammy.

Pammy said, "I'm dying to try it, but let me tell you, 
the REAL fun is when you get fucked and you feel Dan's 
skin and your skin just touching with him buried inside 
you."

And that was where the evening headed, giving Jill's 
freshly shaved pussy a workout. I had the joy of finding 
myself inside a pussy made wet by Pammy's tender lips 
and tongue, and when I slid inside Jill, she almost 
lunged up for her pubic mound to smash against mine. It 
was a spectacular feeling, made all the more intense 
because it was new to our Jill.

And for the next few weeks it was me and Jill and Pammy 
in wonderful threesomes, me and Jill, Jill and Pammy, me 
and Pammy in duets, and life was good.

Pammy was nearing her own graduation and I was lining up 
for a job with an engineering firm here in the college 
town. Pammy's placement near the top of her graduating 
class had her slotted with a financial institution in 
the same town. That left our Jill. She'd started her own 
college career while living with us and was two 
semesters in. It was time to house-hunt.

Which explained why our happy trio was sitting in the 
middle of our king-sized bed one evening at eight. And 
Pammy looked at Jill.

"You think it's time to tell him?" Pammy asked, eyeing 
Jill. The expression was the "Not only have I been 
thinking, WE'VE been thinking" look.

Jill said, "Yeah. Just as well."

"What?" I asked.

"We've been talking, Dan," started Pammy, "and we have 
an idea."

"Oooo-kay," I said. Less said, the better.

"We think you should marry Jill," she dropped the bomb.

"Huh?"

"Yeah."

Jill said, "Yeah. Makes perfect sense."

"How?" I asked. "Pammy, whatever happened to "you an' me 
forever"?"

Pammy fixed me in a stare. "You know, for somebody as 
smart as you are, you miss some obvious data," she said. 
"I never said "I'm gonna leave" or that anything 
changes. Not at all. It's just that if you try to buy a 
house, the bank will be more likely to lend to you if 
you're married. And Jill can get on your insurance. And 
if anyone ever was to snoop around, they'd see you 
married to Jill with your sister sharing the house. 
Looks a whole lot more legit, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," said Jill.

"Well, I see you two have figured this out already."

Pammy said, "Yeah, I thought it up and told Jill, an' at 
first she didn't want to, then we talked some more and 
she decided it made sense too."

I looked at Jill, "So, Miss Jill, will you marry me?"

Squeal. Hug. Kisses. Second girl, more squeals, more 
hugs and a month later Jill and I stood in front of a 
justice of the peace with my sister (whose pussy was 
still wet from my dick after fucking only an hour 
before) and a friend from work as witnesses, and we were 
married. 

The honeymoon was attended well, Pammy providing extra 
titillation for me and my new bride whom I'd been 
fucking since she was ten.

We bought a house and a new king-sized bed. Apparently 
you CAN wear out those mattresses.

And then another life-changing event happened.

I walked in from work one day a little late and found 
Pammy in Jill's arms being consoled. I knew something 
was wrong, but I wasn't sure what. Things had been going 
great. Jill was two semesters away from her own 
graduation and Pammy had gotten a promotion at work and 
I was in the middle of a desirable project in my own 
career, so I couldn't figure this one out.

Pammy turned a teary face to me. "I'm late," she 
announced. "Late, as in PERIOD late."

I stuttered. "But... The Pill.."

"Oh, Dan, I ALWAYS take my pill. But last month when I 
had the flu. The doctor said that can mess things up..."

Jill was mute. We knew Jill's condition precluded her 
own pregnancy and Pammy'd been on the pill for a decade. 
We'd discussed and decided that children weren't on the 
agenda, but deciding is one thing. Being presented with 
a fact is another.

I joined my girls on the sofa and hugged my sister. 
"It's okay, baby," I said," whatever we need to do to 
make it right, it's okay."

Abortion had just become legal and although Pammy and I 
weren't religious, we'd discussed the issue and at the 
time of our discussions had decided that it was wrong. 
We'd even laughed about "except in cases of rape or 
incest". But this brought the discussion into sharp 
focus. 

I was dumb-founded, but I knew that I had to take care 
of my Pammy.

"Dan," she said, "I don't know what to do. I'm not 
ready, uh, WE'RE not ready for this."

"Sweetness," I sad, stroking her blonde hair, "You don't 
have to get in a hurry. How late are you?"

"A week. A week and a half."

"Oh."

Jill said, "I told her that it might just be a 'thing', 
you know. Girls miss periods, sometimes."

Pammy sobbed, "I haven't missed a period since I was 
thirteen."

"Well," I sad, "let's give it a few days and then go see 
the doctor, okay? We don't need to get all bent out of 
shape."

That didn't help. The house was in a somber mood for the 
evening. And the next day. Pammy was in shock. For the 
first time in years we went through evenings with not a 
hint of sex. 

Third day. Pammy was going to make a doctor appointment. 
My phone rang. I answered.

"SHRIEEEEEEEK!"

"HUH?"

"Dan, I STARTED! I started! Come home early. You're 
gonna get the best blowjob EVER!"

I must say it was truly a great blowjob, attended by two 
delightful young ladies after they'd bathed me 
luxuriously. Pammy did the honors on my dick, ably and 
happily assisted by Jill with a lubricated finger up my 
ass. I came like a fountain, then Jill restored me to 
hardness and screwed me happily while Pammy joyously 
fondled us both.

We three lay in the bed satiated.

"So," said Pammy, "when are you making your 
appointment?"

"My appointment?"

"Yeah, you scared the crap out of me and Jill. We think 
you should get a vasectomy."

"Mighty nice of you two come to that conclusion without 
me..."

Jill said, "Pammy gets off the Pill. Those can't be that 
good for her. And we never have to worry about her 
turning up pregnant again."

"Yeah," said Pammy. "So you get snipped. Why not? You 
planning on impregnating some poor innocent thing?"

"Good point."

"Bad pun." Jill piped in. "We'll nurse you back to 
health, okay?"

It wasn't easy convincing a doctor that a guy in his 
mid-twenties actually NEEDED a vasectomy, but we made it 
happen. Two weeks later my two giggling mates escorted 
me back into the house. There was little spring in my 
step and I was accorded sympathy, ice-packs and the 
vision of the two of them shamelessly running around 
extremely nude, teasing me, knowing I couldn't do things 
for a few days.

The doctor told Jill it would take at least eight 
ejaculations to clear the sperm out of my plumbing and 
in five days the discoloration was almost gone and it 
was time for my two babes to drain my reservoir. Pammy 
told me, "Baby, since I'm the reason you had to get 
snipped, I should have to bear the burden of draining 
you."

"Hey," said Jill, "it's not like it's all that much of a 
chore, is it? I want some."

I lay back with my arms crossed. "You two figure it out. 
I'll be right here." The bed bounced as Jill straddled 
me. My face. And knelt down, presenting me with that 
lovely plump juicy pussy. She slowly dragged it lightly 
across my lips and I stuck my tongue up between those 
beautiful folds.

"Oooooo," Dan, "I love your tongue."

I felt the bed rock some more and lips closed over my 
dick. Pammy. Doing just one of the wonderful things 
Pammy does, teeth lightly scraping my shaft, tongue 
lapping around the head, lips closed around me, warm, 
and suction, glorious, hot suction, and "MRRRRMMMMMM!" 
from deep in her throat. Jill raised herself off me and 
moved down to shower my face with kisses, little hot 
kisses, then her lips fastened on mine and we swapped 
tongues. One of my hands was stroking the back of my 
lovely Pammy's head and the other was tending to a soft, 
plush handful of Jill's ass. Pammy's mouth was working 
magic and that would have been plenty enough delight but 
Jill was also active.

She broke off our kiss and ducked a little further down 
and clamped her lips onto my nipple and sucked. And bit. 
And moved down my chest kissing and sucking and biting 
until her face was there with Pammy's at my dick. Pammy 
popped my dick out of her mouth and offered it to Jill. 
Jill responded with her own hot mouth, sucking and 
biting me, then gave my dick back to Pammy.

Pammy's butt was in the air. Jill moved around behind 
Pammy and began to eat her out from behind. I knew there 
was a tongue on Pammy's asshole as Pammy went "Mmmmmmmm, 
uh, Nnnnnn, MMMMMM!" Since she had my dick in her mouth 
while these noises were happening, the sound traveled to 
the center of my being.

"Oh. Oh, Pammy! Gah! Slow. You're gonna kill me!"

Giggle. "Mmmmmmm. Somebody's leaking!" She was sucking 
in my pre-cum. "Mmmmmmmm."

She pulled my dick out of her mouth long enough to tell 
Jill, "Jill, baby, do my button! Please!" My dick went 
back into her mouth. 

Blonde head bobbed. Lips sucked. I was THAT close. A 
finger slid under my butt and poked into my rectum and I 
exploded. 

"Ahhhhh! God! Pammy! Ahhhhh!"

"Mnnnnnnnnghhhhhh! Nnnnnnngghhhh!" Jill did Pammy in. It 
was all Pammy could do to keep from biting my dick in 
two as she came herself, trying to maintain enough 
control to suck my load. Finally her head came up, those 
blue eyes closed shut tight. She arched her head back 
and sucked in a deep breath. "Ohhhh, Jill! Damn it, just 
when Dan was squirting..."

Jill bounced up and lay on her back beside me and Pammy, 
giggling. "That's ONE," she laughed. "I really LOVE you 
two." She rolled over, bringing her face to my groin. 
"Ooooooo, look! It's a soft dick! My favorite thing!" 
And scooped my dick into her mouth. "Mmmmmmm! You KNOW I 
love your dick when it's soft!"

Pammy propped up on an elbow to watch. "I'd play with 
your balls," she said, "but they're still kind of an odd 
color." Her hand idly ran fingers through Jill's tousled 
locks as Jill worked my dick back to hardness.

"Now Danny's got a hard-on," she giggled. Then she stood 
and straddled me and eased down, facing away from me and 
began to work her pussy on my dick. Pammy's hands 
explored our mating parts, my dick sliding in and out of 
Jill's juicy pussy. Pammy put her juice-covered fingers 
in her mouth.

"Turn around and fuck him, Jill," said Pammy. "That way 
I can lick you."

Jill obeyed. "Mmmmmm, Dan, I love you." She lay full 
down on me and I kissed her as her hips rocked up and 
down fucking me. 

I felt a breath on my balls and then lips and tongue on 
the dick that was sliding in and out of Jill's pussy. 
Pammy worked us both over with her mouth. Jill just 
purred and kept pumping her hips on me. I started 
pumping up against her.

"Oooooh, is my Danny going to do it again?"

Yes, I was. Happily so. Joyously so. Jill raised up so 
she could get her favorite angle and ground against me 
all the way to a simultaneous orgasm. Pammy watched my 
semen oozing out of Jill's pussy, pumped out by my final 
surging plunges.

"That's two," she said.

My lovers, my wife and my sister, dutifully worked me 
two orgasms a day for a week, then a second. Finally 
Jill said, "Danny, it's time."

"Time for what?"

"Time to get a sample for the doctor to make sure you're 
fixed."

"Oh."

"Pammy's gonna do the honors. I'm gonna help."

Pammy produced a little glass bottle. "We only need a 
little bit," she said. "Just a few drops. We get to keep 
the rest," she grinned sweetly.

Jilly was down on my dick with her mouth. "Just priming 
it," she said. She was replaced by Pammy. I saw Jill 
reach on the nightstand for a tube of lube and apply 
some to her finger. I expectantly rotated my hips to 
give her better access to my asshole. Jill's finger went 
in while I was still in Pammy's mouth.

Pammy pulled her mouth off me. "I never stop getting a 
kick out of the way his dick jumps when you do that, 
Jill." And she started jacking me off, her sample bottle 
laying on the sheets next to us. Jill's finger was deep 
in my ass, massaging my prostate. My dick could have cut 
diamonds.

Precum started dripping off its head. Pammy's mouth came 
close to my dick and her tongue cleaned off the precum. 
"Got to make sure you get the right sample," she said. 
And kept on jacking. Jill's free hand stroked my sack 
gently. I was getting close.

Pammy felt the throbbing start, presaging my squirting. 
"Jill! Here he comes!" And I did. The first powerful 
spurt arced high and dropped onto my chest. The second, 
almost as high. Then a third, and the rest just pulsed 
in gouts out of the end of my dick. Pammy scooped up a 
sample and screwed the lid on the bottle.

Jilly sat up, her finger popping out of my ass, and she 
wiped it on a waiting towel, then smeared my cum over my 
chest. "Do you want to finish his dick, Pammy?"

"Uh-huh," said Pammy. I gasped as her mouth closed on my 
sensitized dick. Jill was licking the smears off me. 
Finishing my dick, they went after each other, kissing, 
then presenting me with a sixty-nine, a blonde lapping 
in one pussy, as tousled, curly brown one in another, 
and in a few hungry minutes the sounds of happy orgasms 
came from my lovers.

So now I was neutered, Jill was infertile, and Pammy was 
off the Pill, and there was absolutely nothing to worry 
us. We weren't rich, but we had money from three 
incomes. Trips, vacations, were ours, although it was 
sometimes awkward when husband and wife, Jill and me, 
wanted to add accommodations for my sister, Pammy. 
Sometimes it was two separate rooms, but every night one 
of them remained empty as the three of us slept in a 
tangle of arms and legs and a dick and two pussies and 
three mouths and titties and balls and all manner of 
connections and feelings.

And off we stepped, into our future...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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