Chapter 7
In less than forty eight hours, my sister and I had learned a great deal about our bodies. The pleasures of the flesh were quickly discovered, and we would never be the same. Not only had we found out that we both had very hot pussies, but we also discovered what joy a stiff cock is to play with.
The bond of love and affection grew much deeper between us. Sex became an addiction, and we could not get enough. And to think that I started the ball rolling by asking my sister if I could feel her tits!
However, in such a small town as Canterville, we couldn't let our hair down and become the whores we wanted to be. We had to keep some form of respectability, for after all, we had our parents to consider, if not ourselves.
The close call with Mrs. Brody catching us, taught us an early lesson be careful. If she had informed on us, we would certainly not have been trusted by our parents again, never mind the fact that it would be hard to look them in the eye.
Instead of shopping for cosmetics like we had planned, we ended up checking out the crotches on every good looking guy, and even some not so good looking. We giggled and laughed, and talked dirty, and decided to head home. It was on our walk home that Sheila and I were discussing the happenings of our sexual escapades.
"Did you ever imagine that a guy like Brad would be so weird?" Sheila asked.
"No way. He really got worked up over that slave/master stuff, didn't he?"
"I thought it was kind of kinky myself."
"I know, you were really getting into it yourself. I never heard you talk like that," and then I added, "you sounded like such a mean bitch."
"Well, isn't that what he wanted?"
"I wonder why he-likes to be dominated, and talked dirty to? And just think, he's going to be a doctor. Can you believe it?"
"It takes all kinds to make a world, Ellen."
"Yea, but shit, a doctor?"
"Who gives a fuck? We all got our cookies off, and he is a sexy wild creature. Besides, I felt safe knowing we were in command of the situation."
"Sheila, you're crazy. How can you say you felt safe, when you plugged your hole with his prick? What if he had shot inside you and got you knocked up? Didn't you think of that?"
"I gave it a passing thought, but at the moment it happened, I just wanted to find out what it felt like to get fucked."
"But, what if he got you pregnant?" I insisted.
"Well, he is in pre-med school, and his father is a respected doctor. At the moment I just figured they could solve the problem if anything happened. Besides, the worse that could happen, is I'd be married to a horny young doctor."
"Marriage! You're only fifteen."
"Almost sixteen. Three more months."
"Still, married to a twenty year old? And with a kid?"
"Why not? Four years isn't such a big age difference, and with someone like Brad, I'd be set for life. Sex would be on my terms, not his."
Again, I said, "You are crazy, but never mind that fact. How did it feel?"
"Getting fucked? Hmmm, I don't know how to describe it. It was great! It hurt at first, going in, but once it was there, it felt ten times better than fingers. It felt so good that I didn't want to take it out."
"You're not a virgin anymore," I reminded her.
"I really don't give a shit. You can't keep it all your life, and I'm glad it happened." And then she amazed me by saying, "And next week I'm going to fuck his brains out."
"Maybe we can get Mark to join us." The idea just popped into my head.
"Wow, fantastic!" she cried. "That would be some orgy. Let's do it. Let's get Mark to join us. You can't get your cherry popped by Mark, and find out for yourself what it's like. You'll love it."
"Not on your life. Not with Mark's fucking monster," I protested. "He's almost twice as big as Brad, in thickness and length. I want to be able to walk again."
"Oh, come on, Mark's cock isn't twice as long. Thicker yes, but not that much longer."
"The idea is exciting as hell, but shit, we've just have to play it safe Sheila. We can't turn into baby factories."
"No problem sweetheart, we'll have Brad buy some condoms. How do we set it up with Mark, to meet us at the mall?"
"You're really serious, aren't you?"
"Sure, and don't tell me you're not."
I couldn't honestly say I wasn't. The idea of a four-way was exciting as all hell. I just wasn't too keen on the idea of getting laid by Mark, and at the moment thought he would be content to get his rocks off by a blow-job. Mark had wanted me to suck him off badly, and now I was more than willing to do just that. But, to get plugged by his big fat meaty dong, well, that was a different story. My thinking at that moment was, perhaps I could satisfy Mark with my mouth, and Sheila could have a double header, and fuck them both.
When we reached home, it was late afternoon, and our mother was just pulling into the driveway. After assuring her that we had a pleasant, uneventful day, we settled down to the task of helping her prepare dinner.
When our father came home, he didn't say too much, as usual. He was only concerned about the invitation he had extended to Reverend Brody, and we assured him we delivered it to Mrs. Brody. After that it was small talk, and he retired to the living room to watch the seven o'clock news.
While helping our mother clean up and wash the dishes, the telephone rang. It was Reverend Brody, wanting to talk to our father. Our hearts almost stopped beating. What if Mrs. Brody told him after all? But, we didn't have to worry. Reverend Brody was accepting Dad's kind invitation, and was sending his son over with his formal written acceptance! I remember thinking that Mrs. Brody must have been fit to be tied. She couldn't very well insist that Mark not deliver the acceptance without explaining to her husband the reason why.
When the front doorbell rang, I made it my business to answer it. Sure enough, there was blonde, brown eyed, beautiful Mark, looking a little sheepish, but with an adorable smile. My first reaction was to hug and kiss him. My second reaction was to claw at his pants, remove his big cock, and to suck him off, right then and there. Of course, I did neither.
"One o'clock, next Wednesday, at the arcade in the mall; meet us there, okay?" I whispered.
"Okay, one o'clock, Wednesday, the arcade," he repeated.
"You promise?"
"I promise."
"Who is it dear?" my mother called.
Mother came up behind us, greeted Mark, and ushered him into the living room where he handed Dad an envelope. He declined an invitation to stay a spell, saying he had to get right back home.
We squealed with delight when we were alone, upstairs again, at Mark's acceptance of our appointed time.
The week seemed to drag by, but not a night went by that my sister and I didn't fool around, and eat one another out before going to bed. Also, Sheila spent more time fucking me with her fingers, and other objects, trying to prepare me for the day when Mark's king sized cock would go in there. Although I still wasn't convinced that I wanted to get screwed, even with a rubber, it was nice practicing.
I would lay on my back with my legs spread far apart, and Sheila would kneel between my legs and fuck me with her fingers. One finger led to three, and before the week was up, she could get four fingers pushing and probing around inside me, and driving me crazy.
One night, to my amazement, she produced ajar of petroleum jelly, and a big, firm, yellow banana and announced it was the closest thing to Mark's dong that she could find.
"Oh, no. No you don't," I protested. "You're not going to shove that thing in me!"
"Aww come on Ellen, just a little. Let's try it. Make believe it belongs to Mark and you'll love it."
Maybe it was a mistake telling her that I thought I was falling in love with Mark. I had the hots so badly for him, that I probably would never refuse anything he asked for.
"Come on Ellen, give it a try. You've got to get use to it for Mark. You know you want to be able to take him."
I was a little apprehensive, but spread my legs, saying, "Okay, but take it easy.
Being a most thoughtful sister, Sheila planted her mouth on my hole, and started licking away. Her tongue always brought my juices flowing quickly, and before I knew it, I had forgotten about the banana, and was concentrating on the pleasures of her tongue, licking away at my clit.
While she was licking away, she must have been greasing up the banana at the same time, because the next thing I knew, she pulled her mouth away, and stuck about an inch or so of the hard fruit into my hole. With one hand, she pulled the flaps of my pussy open, and gently, ever so slowly, pushed the banana in, just a little bit at one time.
When I sat up, and looked down, about one third had disappeared inside. Sheila was slowly pulling it in and out, and every once in awhile she would rotate it from side to side.
"Relax baby, relax. Think of this as Mark's big slippery wet cock," she cooed. "Doesn't it feel good hon? Come on baby, open up, let him in."
And I did just that. I lay back, opened my legs even further, and thought of nothing but Mark ... his beautiful muscled body ... his gorgeous cock ... his handsome face with the adorable smile ... and I said out loud, "Fuck me, fuck me."
Sheila's hand slid up my stomach to my tits, and gently squeezed my nipple, while her other hand controlled the fat banana in my hole. I was squirming and wiggling with delight, and although I felt stuffed, it was a wonderful sensation. I grabbed
Sheila's fingers, took them off of my tit, and stuck two of them in my mouth. I sucked on her two fingers as if they were the last cock on earth, and felt her making deeper and longer thrusts with Mark's cock. It was no longer a banana; in my mind it was the real thing Mark's strong hot poker.
I could feel long deep thrusts into my pussy, and raised my hips to meet each one, and had several violent climaxes, one after the other, and had worked myself up to such a frenzy that I was perspiring all over. When I relaxed like a limp dish rag, Sheila slowly pulled the banana out, and said, "You took it all!"
I opened my eyes, and looked down at that huge yellow monster, and said, "You're shitting."
"Well, all but the two inches I was holding on to."
I couldn't imagine how she got the slight curves part to go in without hurting, but my one concern was asking, "How big is that damn thing?"
"Let's measure it," she said, jumping up. She went to our desk, produced a ruler, and announced "Nine inches. Let's see, nine minus the two I held means we know you can take at least seven fat ones."
"I'll be damn," I smiled. I must have a bigger hole than I thought. I didn't think they stretched that much."
"Well, you were relaxed my dear. Especially when you started saying 'fuck me, fuck me'. You were really into it then. Or, should I say, it was into you?"
She had such a lovely smile. I reached over, pushed her down, and kissed her. "I love you!" I said.
"Who do you love more, Mark or me?"
"That's not fair," I protested. "I love you both, but in entirely different ways."
"I'm just teasing, don't get upset. But, it's interesting to hear you admit that you do love Mark."
"Just a little bit, maybe. He is a hunk, and so sweet."
"And so fucking horny," Sheila had to add.
"Yes, that too, but he's not an animal about it."
"You mean, the way we are?"
"Yea, the way you are," and I emphasized the word 'you'.
I grabbed the banana, swung around. "Okay sweetheart, it's your turn. Let's see if you can take a bigger one than you had today!"
"Only if you loosen up the oven with your sensuous tongue."
"Nothing would please me more, darling sister," and I went right to work, and stayed buried in there until she had one little orgasm. I greased up the banana, and slowly slid it between the lips of her cunt, and started fucking her with it. like I had, Sheila started to twist and pump her hips to the rhythm of the probing banana.
In order to add a little spice to the scene, I spun around, planted my hairy box in her mouth, and continued to fuck her with the banana. It was thrilling, watching her squirm with pleasure and just a little bit of pain at the same time. I was probably rougher on her than she had been on me. I was certainly rougher with my banana penetrations than she had been with Brad's real thing, and mine was bigger by a long shot.
Sheila was mumbling something about doing it faster. My muff was grinding in her mouth so tightly that it was hard to hear her muffled voice. Anyway, I shoved that yellow giant in and out, faster and faster, and at one point I almost lost the damn thing inside her.
It must have been physical telepathy, for again we reached a shuddering climax at the same time, and I rolled off her face, leaving her pussy stuffed.
"That was better than Brad," she sighed.
"Well, you screwed him, he didn't screw you," I reminded her. "Maybe if you had let him do the work, you would have gotten the ride of your life."
"Maybe next week I'll command him to play stallion with me."
"He'd better grow some if he's ever going to be a stallion. Mark's a true stallion, if there ever was one." It was a cruel statement for me to make, but Sheila didn't seem to take note.
"Six or so inches for the first time, was good enough for me. I'm already a little sore down there. I hope I can walk tomorrow."
As I said, the rest of that week we didn't go to bed without having sex, although the banana incident was the wildest. One night we even did it in the shower.
We tried sleeping together in one twin bed, but that only lasted a couple of nights. Neither of us could get a good nights rest, and felt tired for the rest of the next day. So, after getting one another off, we'd retire to our own beds, usually exhausted, but happy.
The day finally came when we were to meet Mark and Brad at the arcade. Our poor mother probably couldn't figure out why we went downstairs so happy and giddy that morning. We were far more cheerful than usual, and went through our morning chores in no time flat We thought we were finished, when disaster struck. Our world crumbled.
Mother happily announced she was going shopping right after lunch (11:30 to 12:00), for she needed to pick up a lot of groceries, not having done a major shopping for a couple of weeks. She informed us that she wanted us to help her with the big chore, especially since she'd need our help lugging the bags.
Mom's shopping sprees at the supermarket always took a good couple of hours. It would be at least two o'clock before we got back home, unloaded the car, and got everything put away. It would be three o'clock before we could get back up to the mall's arcade, and the guys surely wouldn't wait two hours. Maybe one, at the most, but not two. They'd figure they got stood up, and leave.
I could just picture those two, Brad and Mark, hanging around the arcade. Neither one of them would know they were hanging around for the very same reason, to get their rocks off on the same sisters. Both of them with at least half hard-ons just thinking about us. This whole shopping thing was cruel. It was cruel to us, and to them, but how to tell a mother you refuse to help her. Especially when you've been doing it all your life?
Sheila and I went into the back yard, and thought of everything possible to get out of going, but could not come up with anything sensible. We thought one of us should play sick to keep her home, and then sneak out. We thought of having someone call her away on some pretense, but couldn't think of a pretense that made sense. We couldn't even think of anyone to make the call, especially someone she trusted. There was grandma, but grandmother would never agree to do such a thing without a very, very good reason. What were we to say to grandma? We want to suck cock today? We want to get our cunts stretched open and plugged with hot juicy meat?
"Let's run away from home." I suggested.
"Maybe that's not a bad idea, Ellen, but where would we sleep tonight?"
"We'd come home of course. Just run away for the afternoon."
"Mom would push the panic button. She'd call the cops, and everyone would be out looking for us. What would happen if they found us with Mark or Brad?"
What Sheila said was true. Mother would call the cops, especially since we had never done such a thing, and it was completely out of character for us to run away. She'd think we had been kidnapped, and immediately sound an alarm. Running away was the best idea we had, but it wasn't good enough.
Then we decided to take a chance and telephone both Mark and Brad, and move our rendezvous up to the next day. If Mrs. Brody answered, we could always hang up. Or, we could get through to Brad, and have him call Mark for us. Yes, calling Brad first, that seemed to be the best plan we agreed. The only thing wrong, is that Brad may not like the idea of having Mark tag along. We'd have to tip our hand and tell him we wanted Mark included. What if he refused a four-way?
Mother joined us in the back yard. As usual, even in the early morning hours, she looked like a million dollars for a woman her age. Even in her house dress. Her hair was always neat, and the very tiny bit of makeup she wore was tastefully and artfully applied. Her figure was still trim, and there was no doubt in anyone's mind that our mother was a cross between her daughters.
"What are you doing girls?"
"Thinking of ways to get fucked." Of course I thought the words, not spoke them.
"Nothing much Mom," Sheila said, "just wondering if we can go look for a couple of dresses today while we're at the mall. We really do need something new for school."
"Well, if you want to do it today, you will have to walk there. I'm afraid I've got to postpone the grocery shopping until tomorrow. Peter just called, and he's coming over."
It dawned on me that we never gave her the message that he called. If Peter had told her, she would have reprimanded us for not giving her that message. Instead, she answered my question, when I asked, "Why's he coming?"
"Oh, something about throwing a big surprise birthday party for your father. He has to be at work at three o'clock today, and today is the only day he has a few hours to kill before going to work. So, he invited himself over."
"Why can't he discuss it over the phone?" Sheila asked. I could have killed her at that moment. Here we were, sitting pretty, and she was throwing a monkey wrench at our good fortune.
"Well, that's what I asked him too. He said he wants to throw a tremendous party up at Catfish Lake, and wants to sit down with me and draw up a guest list of all our friends, complete with telephone numbers, and addresses. He's planning on a barbecue type party, with a b.y.o.b."
"What's that," I asked.
"Bring your own bottle, dummy," Sheila snapped.
"Peter says we should be able to gather a couple of hundred people up there, so I thought it best that I cooperate with him today,,for your father's sake. It is a nice idea, don't you agree?"
"Yes," we both agreed, it's a nice idea. I was also agreeing that it was a nice idea that they draw up that list 'today'.
"Okay, we'll go look around for a couple of dresses right after lunch then," I informed her.
"All right, but before Peter gets here, will you girls mind help me getting the house in shape?"
To use an old cliche, our house was always neat as a pin, but we both quickly agreed to try to make it even neater. Mother took great pride in her home, and she always rushed around frantically before company arrived, trying to make it even neater and cleaner. We were use to that.
She never once questioned us, as to why we were so cheerful about it. Usually we grumbled and complained, and teased her about being a perfectionist. 'If she wondered about our sudden great good moods, she refrained from verbalizing it.
After a the house passed Mom's inspection, we had a light lunch, and got ready to go to the mall. The way my sister and I carried on about what to wear, you would have thought we were two Cinderella's going to the ball. We wanted to be as sexy and attractive as possible, yet we couldn't overdress. Not in broad daylight.
Sheila selected a short denim skirt that hugged her shapely hips, and gave a lot of exposure to her beautiful legs. She wore a blouse with snaps, laughing about how they would be so much easier to get unfastened quickly. I selected white tennis shorts, an almost see-through blouse, and white ankle socks and white sneakers. My sister teased me about my all white virgin outfit, saying it would the last time I could honestly wear ail white.
"Don't be so damn sure about that." I snapped.
"Do you mean to tell me Little Angel, that you would refuse Mark today, if he wants to ravage your body?"
"Ravaging my body is one thing. Fucking me is another. I like the idea, but maybe one broken cherry in this family is enough."
"You bitch! You little bitch, how dare you say such a thing?" she laughed.
We left the house, and walked faster than usual towards the mall. When we approached Brad's house, we saw the red Mustang in the driveway. Brad was standing next to the car, pretending to wipe the dust off. We both knew he was really out there keeping watch to see if we were going to keep our appointment.
We waved and shouted hello's on the way by and he returned them with a delighted, happy grin'.