Chapter 7
Liz answered the door when Carl arrived. He had obviously run all the way over for it took him a few minutes to catch his breath before he could even speak. Liz led him into the living room and motioned to him to sit down.
"Barbara said she won't be ready for a little while. Why don't you share this with me?" She passed him the joint she had been smoking.
"I, uh, shouldn't even have come. My little brother is home alone and Holly went out on a date, but when Barbara called-" he said, accepting the cigarette.
"I know," Liz said.
He looked at her with surprise. "You mean you know what she said?"
Liz nodded. "I was the one who told her to stop screwing around and call you. She's been telling me for days that she's dying to ball you but just didn't know how to let you know."
"Let me know? I've been trying to get her in bed for weeks."
"Well, you know how women are," she said, and left it at that. "But I should think a guy as good-looking as you wouldn't have to chase girls." She thought she noticed a faint blush across his lean, handsome features. He was eighteen, only a year younger than her, very slender and tall. He could be a male model, she said to herself, but he's not my type. Liz liked her men well built; if she wanted someone slim she'd find a woman like herself.
He took the joint and passed it back to her. "This is terrific dope," he said, trying to hold his breath in.
"Columbian," Liz said and inhaled.
"Ah," he said, leaning back in the chair. "Columbia has the best coffee and the best dope." He chuckled aloud.
Liz crossed her long bare legs and watched him watch her. "Grass always makes me horny," she said suddenly. "How about you?"
He shook his head in response. "It doesn't really make you horny," he said seriously. "It just eliminates all the bullshit in your head so you can concentrate on the important things."
"Like balling," Liz said, running her hands along the inside of her thighs.
His eyes followed her long slim fingers and stared outright as she scratched her knee lightly with her deep red fingernails. It was the prearranged signal. Barbara, who was watching them from the head of the stairs, stepped back from view and called down.
"Hi Carl, why don't you come on up?"
She switched off the light in the hall and hurried into her room. The entire upstairs was in total darkness. Holly had settled between the cool sheets of Barbara's bed and was waiting. Barbara concealed herself behind the dresser that stood nearby. When they heard his step at the top of the stairs Barbara called out again.
"Please leave the light off Carl, if you don't mind."
"I don't mind," he said, "but how do I find you?"
"Just feel along the wall," Barbara said. "First door on your right."
Carl felt foolish and stupid feeling his way along, half stoned out of his mind, blind as a bat. He laughed out loud when he leaned over and bumped his head against the door, but he kept coming. He knew balling Barbara would be worth it.
"In here, Carl," Barbara whispered. She could hardly keep from laughing herself as he stumbled into the room.
Holly did not see the absurdity at all. She had never been so excited in her life. Here she was, about to be fucked by her older brother and, if she were lucky, without his ever knowing about it. She could feel the juices moving in her as she became gripped by a pleasant fervor.
Carl reached the foot of the bed and looked down. "I can't even see you," he complained.
"That's all right," Barbara said, crouching down near Holly. "I'll turn the light on after." She slowly slipped around the dresser and, knowing the room as she did, tiptoed to the door without detection.
He moved to the side of the bed and sat down.
"I'll take my clothes off, all right?" he asked. She did not answer, but Holly reached out and squeezed his hand in response. He was naked in seconds. As he climbed into the bed he slowly came in contact with her cool, fresh body.
"Oh Barbara, I've waited for this so long."
The real Barbara snuck out of the room and hurried down the stairs as Carl sent his tongue deep into his little sister's mouth.
"Hurray!" Barbara whispered when she reached the living room. Liz was waiting for her with a hug and a kiss.
"Now, as long as he doesn't know the difference in your bodies . .." Liz said.
"He won't," Barbara said. "I never let him get near me. The only problem is the hair: mine's wavy and Holly's is straight."
"I know, but he was so stoned when he went up I don't think he'll even notice she has hair."
They laughed and kissed again.
"This calls for a celebration," Liz said. "Let's have some wine."
They opened a bottle and toasted themselves quietly. Upstairs they could hear Barbara's bed squeak rhythmically as the teenage brother and sister humped each other.
"What's next on the schedule?" Barbara asked.
"Well, the first thing we do is get that boy upstairs to plug us. If you want dick tonight that's were you'll have to get it."
"Where's Bobby?" asked Barbara, sipping her wine.
"He went out in a huff just after supper. It seems he -wants to be the only cock in town. He'll get over it."
"I hope so," Barbara laughed. "I miss him already."
"Well, you'll always have me," Liz smiled. "I can't stick you, but I give damn good head."
"That you do," the redhead said, smiling.
They kissed again and Liz went into the kitchen for some cigarettes. When she returned her younger sister was gone. She looked for her in the dining room, but she wasn't there. Holly's orgasmic cry sounded through the house and Liz, her curiosity at the breaking point, went upstairs to investigate.
As she neared the top of the stairs, the moans and sighs grew louder and louder, and she felt the familiar vibrations between her legs grow to match them. On the top step she removed her clothes and laid them care- fully on the floor. She felt another pile next to them. She knew where Barbara was. Liz got down on her knees and crawled over to her. The hot redhead was kneeling just outside the door, naked, and listening to the furious fornicating she had helped bring about.
Liz crawled up behind her and pressed her naked cunt against her sister's warm backside. The girl's position made the flesh of her ass hard as rock. Liz grinded against her as they evesdropped. She reached around and Barbara placed her sister's hands on her own swelling breasts.
Barbara leaned back and brought her lips close to Liz's ear. "It seems a shame not to take part in the fun, doesn't it?" she whispered. "I mean that fucking was meant for me."
Liz agreed. "But wait your turn. Age before beauty you know." She pinched her sister's taut nipples.
Barbara groaned with disappointment as the older girl got up and went into the room. Carl was on his knees, fucking Holly for the second time, this time from behind, and did not hear her enter. He went right on plunging his long shaft in and out of his sister's shattered snatch.
At first Holly had tried to keep quiet, afraid that her brother might recognize her voice, but after his first orgasm she lost all sense of restraint and began to call out with lust each time his member sent her over the brink. She was wildly excited now and was coming every minute and yelling her lungs out with each new spasm.
Holly had had at least eight orgasms when Liz decided she could wait no longer. She threw herself on the young man and clutched at him desperately.
"Come on Carl, isn't there enough of that to go around?"
He looked up with surprise when he felt two female hands reach around him and tug his gigantic hard-on from what he thought was Barbara's pussy.
"Who's that?" he said, startled.
"It's Liz," she said, "and I want some of that myself."
She threw herself down and drew him upon her. Her cunt was well greased-he slid right in and started fucking.
"Oh wow," he said, the inflection of his voice reflecting his dazed condition. "Both of you at once!" He was beside himself. He grabbed her by her hair and charged into her: his cock in her cunt, his tongue in her mouth. Liz crossed her legs over his back. They rocked wildly while Barbara listened with envy and Holly sat up in bewilderment.
It took her a moment to realize what had happened. A minute ago she had felt her brother's cock bouncing off the mouth of her uterus; now her cunt was empty. She felt deprived, and decided to do something about it. After all, she thought, he's my brother isn't he?
The blonde was soaked with sweat from the waist up and come from the waist down. Her whole body was slippery as oil. She crawled over and lay down on Carl as he fucked Liz. She unlocked the brunette's legs so she could lay flat against his flesh. She twisted his head around and stuck her tongue in his ear. He went crazy and began to fish-flop on the bed. Liz and Holly held on for dear life. Barbara still kneeled in the hallway, frigging herself maniacally. She crawled in and kneeled near the foot of the bed, the sounds of the three wet bodies driving her to total abandon. She strummed her clit till the music of orgasm filled the room and the house was full of song.
Liz's come was like a clap of thunder. A quart of fluid bolted out of her loins. Her spasms were so strong that they threw the three fuckers apart. Carl, dazed and near orgasm, landed on his back next to Holly. But he was over the edge now, and with or without pussy he was coming. He didn't even have to touch it; he just lay there and yelled, "I'm coming!"
Holly, in a fit of excitement, leaped on top of her brother's lap. She took his cock in her mouth and gulped down every drop of his precious scum. He lay back, delirious, and groaned. "Oh Barbara! Oh Barbara! Oh!" Then the real Barbara was on him. She pushed Holly aside and climbed aboard. With Carl beneath her she rode his still-hard erection like an expert-her hands on his chest, her knees drawn up on either side of him, her red hair flying as she swung her head in wide, slow, chaotic circles.
"Who? Who are you?" Carl said, confused by the presence of a third girl.
He had time to say nothing more. Liz climbed over his head and crushed her dripping cunt onto his mouth. She captured his tongue between her sweet labia and raised her hands to play with her own breasts.
Barbara leaned forward and tongued across her sister's satiny back in long licks.
Holly finished swallowing her brother's sperm. She now had it in her stomach as well as her cunt. She was swimming in it, swimming in a sea of liquids: semen and sweat and saliva and her womanly love-juice; she was drowning in the swill of sex.
She wanted something more, something different. She went to the edge of the bed and stuck her head under Barbara's bouncing body. She could see nothing, none of them could, but she knew what was there. She knew the long, slim shaft of her brother Carl was slamming in and out of the redhead's crotch. She knew his crotch was there too: the mane of hair, the hairy sack, the soft balls.
She licked them. Her tongue explored his crotch, tasted the slimy skin, tickled the tender testicles. Hairs caught in her teeth. She licked down farther. She tongued his asshole. A thousand sparks filled his brain and his prick sprang up even larger than before until Barbara shrieked with ecstasy and pain and came screaming as he ejaculated squarely against her cervix.
As her sister's cries reverberated against the walls of room, Liz came too and drenched his mouth and chin with pearly paste. Holly echoed them as her own finger and the taste of his anus sent her over the waterfall of a final orgasm to crash at the bottom and be still.
The four lust-wracked bodies separated and fell into the bed with a chorus of sighs. Carl reached over to Barbara in the darkness and caressed her.
"Please," he said, "Tell me who you are."
Barbara did not answer.
"Go ahead," Liz said, "tell him."
Barbara paused. "I'm Barbara," she said finally.
"And I'm Liz," Liz said from her corner of the bed.
Carl turned to the fourth body. "Then who are you?" he asked hesitatingly.
"Guess," Liz said, and turned on the light.