“Do you think my sister is crazy?”
Matt turned his head to look at Lucy still in the kitchen as she went through the final steps f preparing the dinner as he answered…
“No, I think she’s trying to find a way to enjoy every aspect of sex without triggering her sensory issues. We’ve all seen before how, if she’s drunk enough, she doesn’t have the issue. In fact, if I recall correctly, you’re the one who triggered that discovery by deliberately setting out to get her drunk.
But we all recognised that it’s not good for Lucy to go through life drunk as the solution to all her problems. I think she’s exploring just how drunk is enough to give her at least temporary relief. To see what the minimum amount she can get away with to let her really enjoy the passion and human interaction of sex.
Anyhow, watching it seemed to turn you on”
“It’s a funny thing watching your sister get fucked. More so when you have a view up between her legs and can actually watch her vagina get pounded by a big thick shaft.”
“I’ll take the big thick comment as a compliment, but pounded is a rather harsh word. I thought I was being quite gentle.”
“True, but I can’t think of a word that describes gentle thrusting.”
Matt ponded that for a second…
“Nor can I.”
Matt was enjoying his intimate contact with Kylie as they talked. She was still penetrated by an erection that, as far as he could tell, retained a good percentage of its length and firmness; not all of it, but enough. Kylie had been squeezing it periodically, as if to encourage that outcome.
He playfully bent his head down to suck Kylie’s nipples, knowing what a powerful effect that had on her. She let out a little hum of encouraging pleasure as he started, brushing her hand through his hair. But it had an effect on him too as he felt his erection harden again and fill Kylie’s vagina.
Kylie noticed too…
“Have you got another boner? That’s quick.”
“Yes. But it’s a pity I can see Lucy plating up dinner. I don’t think we’re going to have time to use it.”
Kylie turned her head towards the house to confirm Matt’s observation…
“Damn.”
Reluctantly Matt pulled his erection out of Kylie and they both sat on the edge of the lounge while they put their swimwear back on before going and taking their seats at the poolside table where Lucy had laid out the plates; Matt’s being next to Lucy’s. Lucy watched as Matt, still displaying a significant erection, tightly sheathed by his swimwear, approached her and sat down in front of his plate.
As he sat next to her, their flanks and thighs in full contact, she felt the first inklings of that all too familiar discomfort with the contact. The wine, and its numbing effect, was starting to wear off. Lucy avoided flinching, making sure Matt was oblivious to her discomfort. For the moment it was tolerable, but the exercise had given her some indication of the minimum dose necessary to block her feelings. And she knew it would need topping up before they went to bed.
Lucy got through dinner, just, but as she cleaned up the plates and took them inside, she brought out the wine and topped up their long empty glasses. If they stay out here by the pool, Lucy knew that Kylie would often end up sitting on Matt’s lap and resting against his chest. Lucy had been a mere, sometimes envious, spectator to this, night after night, and it was something Lucy wanted to be able to do. Since the night was warm and there was nothing worth watching on the TV, there was a pretty good chance they would stay put.
The reappearance of the wine, and Lucy’s fairly rapid consumption of the first half of the glass, was not unnoticed by either Matt or Kylie. Matt knew it probably signalled that Lucy was starting to feel uncomfortable again, but very deliberately left it to her to set the rules of their degree of contact.
So Matt was rather pleased when, after about fifteen minutes, Lucy repositioned herself to sit on his lap in the way Kylie so often did. As she put her harm around his neck and rested her flank on his chest, he rested his arm on her thigh, his hand resting lightly, but meaningfully, against the gusset of Lucy’s bikini pants.
As Lucy reached forward to pick up her glass for another sip, Matt’s hand was pushed by Lucy’s own movement, more firmly and intimately into her crotch, lightly tickling up her already arouse clit; so Lucy made a point of putting her glass down between sips, at least until Matt worked out what she was doing and lightly fingered her through her bikini pants without her reaching for her glass.
When Kylie had first started sitting on his lap like that, Matt had been slightly embarrassed by the fact he always grew a boner. After all, the outside of her butt was pushed firmly against his crotch, sinking down into his lap in a way that left her resting in contact with the bulge of his cock.
That and the fact that her breasts were right in his field of vision, the exposed cleavage revealed by her tiny bikini top, bulging out over the hem of the bikini’s triangles, would give any man a boner. But like a lot of that stuff, if you do it often enough, it loses the power of its effect. It continued to have an effect on him, but its physical manifestation in his pants became less apparent.
But Lucy was a different matter. The breast display was no less seductive, but she was sitting closer and more intimately, the wet bikini top highlighted her extended nipples and he could feel her aroused clit through the thin material of her bikini pants. Plus he knew he’d be fucking her again in a couple of hours.
This was back to a full boner. Initially trapped under her thigh, it escaped the first time she leaned in to pick up her glass, thereafter being a hard rod sitting between her thigh and his stomach; stimulated by the movement every time Lucy reached in for her glass. Lucy knew it too, deliberately moving against as she animatedly spoke.
Each had a reason for enjoying being aroused. Lucy because it too offered some distraction from her sensory issues that fortified whatever the wine missed out on. Matt, well, basically because he was a man and enjoyed being kept in a persistent state of erection inducing arousal by a pair of stunningly attractive women.
But neither wanted to cum. Not yet anyway. Both knew what lay ahead when they retired for the night.
Both Matt and Kylie noticed that Lucy kept topping up her state of mild intoxication for the rest of the night; sipping the wine in measured amounts as she felt the effect of it wearing off. It was an hour before their usual bedtime that Lucy sculled the half glass of wine in front of her, stood up and announced…
“I’m going for my shower.”
Then turning to Matt, added…
“You’ll find me in bed.”
Matt and Kylie watched Lucy disappear inside, then Kylie turned to Matt…
“That’s a full on boner you’re showing there. You don’t get aroused like that when I sit on your lap any more.”
“She was rubbing herself against it.”
Kylie stood up, walked around the table and sat on Matt’s lap; straddling it to face directly at him. Looking down, she stared at the pool of pre-cum that had penetrated the material of his swimmers and the way Matt’s erection surged and the bell swelled up as she shuffled forward towards it.
Putting her arms loosely around his neck, she replied…
“Yea, sure. At least I got some sort of reaction when I sat on you this time. I think you’re in for a busy night. That last half glass of wine was meant to see her through her plans for you.”
“There are worse things that can confront a man.”
“So, I don’t get to fuck you in the morning because Lucy’s instructed you to wake her and fuck her instead. Lucky Lucy left us time for a root earlier in the evening or I’d be fucking you now. But I figure I should leave something in your tank for Lucy. After all, it Is her night.”
“Don’t think I’m not a bit nervous about how to approach touching her up while she’s still asleep.”
“Why? She has you tweaking her nipple for half the night every time you sleep with her.”
“Yes, but this is a bit more full on. You know how she likes her sleep and even how hard she is to wake up. She’s even told me to start fucking her if I have to. In any other context, it would be a sexual assault.”
“I think you’re over dramatizing it. If Lucy has told you to do it, that’s what she wants. You know Lucy, she doesn’t let anything happen if that isn’t what she wants. Anyway, enough talk. I want to enjoy you while I still have you.”
Kylie moved forward again, pressing her crotch against Matt’s erection as she started kissing and caressing him.
They kept it up until they heard Lucy exit the bathroom. Kylie pulled back and looked at Matt…
“The seductress awaits you. Time for your shower too I think.”
As Matt stood in front of the shower and pulled the waist band of his swimmers over his erection to take them off, he reflected on Kylie’s challenge. The girls inducing erections in him was nothing new. How could a man not be aroused by their barely covered beauty, and Kylie in particular almost made a point of arousing him whenever she could.
But tonight it felt different. He did feel an aroused anticipation that had kept him hard for most of the evening. It was the thought he would experience Lucy in a way he never had before. It might be little different from his sex with Kylie every other night, but Lucy was special. They’d been friends for so long, it was natural he had an extra affinity for her. They’d been the chaste friends seemingly forever and while, in the course of her sex education, he’d now fucked her many times, it was largely a passionless affair because of the need to work around her sensory issues.
Yes, twice now she got herself drunk enough to frolic in the pool with him, but knowing this time she was lying there in the bed waiting for him and primed to unleash her passions on him added a lot to it.
As he showered, his erection persisted. He noticed it was unrelentingly skin stretchingly hard; anxious to be put to the use it was designed for.
It remained that way as he walked naked down the hallway and into Lucy’s room; making him fell a bit self-conscious as he first passed Kylie in the hall, who couldn’t help by make a comment and have a grope of it, and then Lucy as he entered the room.
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