My Sister and Her Friends – Chapter 6

Incest story: My Sister and Her Friends – Chapter 6

by Mojavejoe420

Now for the sex…

(Part 2 of our story continues with David making some progress towards becoming a man, he’s been kind of a pussy. Please check out part 1 , but as a quick reminder we have with us today: David, an 18 year old college freshman. Vickie, his hot older sister who’s a senior at his college. Vickie has had our boy handcuffed a few times which pisses him off, but she also gets his rocks off so there’s some mixed feelings about that. We also have Vickie’s friend Vanessa of the H-cup who isn’t fat and yes, there is such a thing, (she’s real, trust me!). Vanessa and David had a rather wild time but no fucking. Then there’s Michele, the final gal of the trio, the love of his life.)

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—Friday, after the titslapping and cocksucking adventures at Vanessa’s house.

I guess I drove home from Vanessa’s house. I might’ve floated. The afternoon seems like a dream… I molested Vanessa’s gigantic tits, came in her mouth… twice! And spanked her pretty fucking good. And not just a regular ass spanking, I spanked and slapped her tits, and she loved it!

She wouldn’t let me fuck her, or lick her pussy, either. I could have forced the issue, but she did threaten to kick my balls. These instructions not to fuck me came from Vickie, my sister.

I don’t know what to think about her right now. I mean, yeah, she’s apparently trying to make a man out of me, which I appreciate, but she’s also doing this dominant thing on me and I’m not liking it so much.

When I got home, Mom made me dinner, I showered and went back up to the college to hang with a couple guys from my accounting class in their dorm room . We’re just barely friends, but it’s better than hanging with Mom. Vickie was out on a date.

The dorm was pretty cool, wish I was setup like that. Well, maybe. I mean you have a lot of freedom, but you also have a roommate who may or may not be a douchebag. Anyway, we hung with a few gals, too. One gal, Cheryl, was showing a bit of interest in me, but Chad (my new buddy) was interested in her so I distanced myself from her. Bro’s before ho’s and all that. Only, we didn’t say this back then. Plus, she seemed really excited about accounting. I fucking hate accounting but I have to take it. Who gets excited about accounting?

I got home pretty late. Vickie was home but her door was locked. Yes, I checked. But she forgot to lock the door from our adjoining bathroom. I tiptoed in… I could hear her lightly snoring and could smell the booze and cigarettes on her. Form the glow of her clock radio, I could see about half a boob peeking from her flannel pajamas. She was sleeping hard on her back.

You’ve all seen ‘Animal House’, right? Pinto is looking at the passed out chick, and an angel and devil appear on each shoulder, each with conflicting advice as to his next course of action. I had a similar experience for a few moments, but then a third guy showed up; we’ll call him the Flim-Flam man. Flim was like, yeah, you could jump her bones and get it over with. But wouldn’t it be much better to do something to pay her back for all the humiliation she’s caused me? Do something with some style? Do it when she’s sober so she’ll remember it forever? I asked Flim what the plan he was, he said he was working on it. Alright, no Grand Scheme tonight then.

But, I couldn’t just walk away. I had a semi going and it seemed like a good time to at least leave her a message of ‘hey, you don’t know what’s coming next’.

I reached over and carefully unbuttoned another button, then another. Her breathing didn’t change. I unbuttoned the last one, and gently opened her flannel top, exposing her breasts. God damn they were nice. And I sucked them last week. Yes I did, sucked them good. And she jacked my cock off with them, with her beautiful tits… and she likes to suck them, too… and so does Vanessa… Nessa and I had a tongue fight on her big fucking nipples… the nipples that I slapped and spanked and squeezed and bit and sucked hard and kissed gently… and I saw Michele’s gorgeous tits, too… and Nessa’s hairy cunt…and I made Nessa cum so hard she cried some tears of joy… what a freaky bitch, that Vanessa… and she watches her mom suck dildos with her mom’s cunt juices on it… and I forced her to say she wanted to eat out her mom…

Jesus fucking Christ… I leaned on the bed and shot load after load of hot cum on my sister’s tits… three shots… four shots… stroke stroke fucking faster… five shots… any more? Nah, just drips on her sheets…

That will be something nice for her to wake up to!

—Saturday—

I woke up Saturday around 11:00. Didn’t hear anything in the house. Rolled on my stomach and humped the sheets for a few moments, thinking of Vanessa watching her naked mom masturbate… rolled on my back and came all on my chest and stomach. Ahhh…

Vickie was still asleep… too bad! I wanted to catch her reaction to the dried cum on her tits and jammies.

Even though we just had mid-terms, the year ain’t over and we have this big, stupid biology project due at the end of the year. I gotta go to the campus library and use some of the reference books, no Interwebz back in ’87!

I go to the second floor of the library where all the reference books are. There’s almost nobody in the library. Most people are taking the weekend off after the Mid-terms, it seems. Coming up the stairs, I see a gal wave to me.

She’s got dark, shoulder length hair tied in a pony tail… but a few of the front strands are hanging down, framing her luscious face. The face of an Angel. The face of one of my sister’s best friends, Michele.

In my sister’s latest little torment/game, she had me handcuffed to the bed, naked with an erection, and brought in Vanessa and Michele to tease me. My embarrassment was supreme. However, Michele could see this and pretty much put an end to it and got everyone out. The fact that Vickie came back and titfucked my cock was nice (ok, it was fucking awesome!), but still, embarrassment stings.

I muster up some courage and saunter over.

“David!” she whispers. “What are you doing here? Trying to graduate early?”

“Ha, yeah definitely,” I whisper back. “Got that freshman bio project, ya know? Need to tun in the next progress item…”

“Ah yes, Professor Digby’s famous project. How long will you be here?”

“I dunno… couple hours at least, I guess…”

“Good, me too. Um…” She was thinking hard about something. “I need to concentrate and so do you, but come talk to me when you’re done, okay? It’s uh… it’s important… to me…”

“Yeah, sure. I’m gonna go spread my shit, uh, stuff over in the science section. See ya…”

Now what was that all about? What important stuff does she have to talk to me about?

I struggle to concentrate and study my shit. I’m supposed to be making notecards in order to write my big paper. I thought I would get 30-40 done today. After 2 hours, I’ve got 5. I cannot fucking concentrate.

I gather up my books and papers and shuffle over to Michele to see what’s so important. It’s quiet in the library, of course, but the nearest person is about 100 feet away. She invites me to sit down; she’s on the end of the table so I sit 90 degrees to her on the side.

“David,” she begins, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just wanted to make sure you’re doing okay, and to tell you that I am really, Really sorry about the other day in Vickie’s room.”

I blush. God I hate it when that happens but I can’t help it.

“Apology accepted. Thanks.” And I start to get back up.

“No, wait!” she whispers.

“Look,” I say, raising my voice. “I know she’s got you all in on some grand plan…”

“Shhhhhhhh!!!” The obnoxious mouse girl 100 feet away is pissed.

“I know”, I begin again, whispering. “Vickie’s got you guys all teasing me…”

“No,” protests Michele. “It’s not like that. Vickie does want you to… grow up to be a man… we all want to help you, David… Vanessa and I love Vickie like a sister and she, Vick, adores you…”

“She adores me so much she has to tease and embarrass me, and set me up with Vanessa but puts out strict rules on what I can and can’t do. That’s bullshit. That’s not love, or kindness, it’s just her being a bitch and I’m not taking it anymore.”

Michele bows her head. “I don’t agree with her methods. I thought we could just talk with you, tell you some stuff, give you help with girls and how to talk with them. You’re such a great guy but you are so painfully shy… correction… you WERE so shy… you don’t seem so shy any more.”

“Yeah, well that’s because I’m pissed. I’m not some plaything…”

“No of course you aren’t. The issue is… Vickie is the most sexual person I’ve ever met, or heard about, or read about. So she has great intentions, but the she struggles with this… this sex-devil inside her. She has taught Vanessa and I so much about sex… but she doesn’t know that much about life. That’s kind of my area, so I’m trying to help her come to terms with this.”

“Sex-Devil?” I ask. What the fuck?

“Well that’s what we call it. She just gets overwhelmed with sex thoughts and, well sometimes there’s no stopping her. The thing is, you seem to have a similar sex drive, but you’ve been repressed so long you don’t know how to let it out. It’s mostly your mom’s fault, and Vickie’s too. Since you were young, you grew up with kind of bitchy chicks. You learned to only respect women, you never learned that your own wants and needs are important. You don’t have to subordinate your feelings for a woman’s sake. Or for society’s sake. But you’re making great strides… I talked to Vanessa last night…”

I couldn’t help but grin at that. Vanessa. Mmmmmm. Vanessa… “She told you… everything?”

Michele looked around the room, nobody was paying attention to us. She lightly slapped her own tits a couple times and whispered “more… more…” She grinned.

“So, basically, David, I mean… holy shit!”

“Shhhhhh!” hushed the brainiac.

“Shhh yourself!!” I replied. “So… you’re not, like, disgusted or anything about me?”