A Week at the Lake with My Sister

Literotic asexstories – A Week at the Lake with My Sister by 8letters,8letters In 2018, I published “A Week at the Lake with My Sister”. It was the longest story I had written at over 53K words, so I decided to split it up into five chapters. I made some poor plotting choices, particularly in chapter 4. As a consequence, I received a lot of negative comments on the last two chapters. But the story was published, I learned my lessons from it, and I moved on.

I read every comment I receive, and, as the years went by, I came to dread getting new comments on chapter 4 as they were almost always very critical. I thought about taking down the whole series, but I didn’t want to take down that much work, and I did get some enjoyable comments on it. A reader convinced me to rewrite the story to fix the poor plotting choices. I decided to not change the first three chapters, so the new version would be an alternative reality to the original chapters 4 and 5. One decision would be different, and that would lead to a very different story. For a while, I was thinking I’d publish two new chapters (4A and 5A) and revise the original chapters 4 and 5 to say that there were now alternative versions of those chapters the reader should probably read first. Later, I decided that if I published alternative versions of chapters 4 and 5, very few people would read them. I decided if I was going to take the time to rewrite six pages of story, I’d republish the whole thing as a stand-alone story so all that work would get read. I did that in 2022. That version was longer than the original at 62K words.

After I published that version, I exchanged PM’s with a reader about the story, that reader convinced me that the story needed an epilogue, but I wasn’t going to publish a 5K word sequel to a 62K word story.

I took all of my stories down at the beginning of 2023, and I’m taking advantage of republishing them to add an epilogue to this story, taking the word count up to 67K.

* * * * Chapter 1 * * * *

“You want me to do what?” I asked my sister Kaitlyn in surprise.

“Please, Brandon. Please date Joanna for the summer.” Joanna was her long-time best friend. “I think you’ll have a great time together, and she really needs to date a better class of guy. It would mean so much to me.”

I knew I should have suspected something when Kaitlyn had baked my favorite cake this afternoon. She had waited until I had eaten a big slice before asking. “Joann is nice, and I like her, but we’ve never clicked. And she can find a boyfriend quite easily on her own.”

Kaitlyn sighed. “Yeah, she can, but she always finds the wrong kind of guy.” I knew what was coming. “The good-looking, super-confident guys with a lot of money that turn out to be jerks. The last one really did a number on her.”

“What did he do?” I did like Joanna as a friend, and I didn’t like hearing a guy had hurt her.

“He introduced her to coke.” Kaitlyn’s anger rose as she spoke. “Then she caught him cheating on her; he apologized and said it was a terrible mistake; she took him back; and when she caught him cheating on her again, he totally blamed her for his cheating.”

My jaw dropped. “How could it be her fault?”

“She had gotten flabby; she wasn’t giving him enough sex; she was just using him for the coke, and he had wised up.” Kaitlyn had counted off on her fingers as she had gone through the list. “All bullshit, but it’s destroyed her self-confidence.”

“Asshole.” I hated guys who treated girls like shit.

“Exactly. He’s the worst guy she’s dated, but she keeps dating losers like him. That’s why I want you to date her for the summer.”

I stalled by asking, “Do you know the difference between a porcupine and a BMW?”

Kaitlyn gave me a little grin. “No.”

“With the porcupine, the prick is on the outside.”

Kaitlyn laughed. “Too true. At least it’s been too true for Joanna.” Kaitlyn frowned slightly. “Look, Brandon, I know you two have never clicked, but just for the summer, could you do it? It’s not like you’ve got a lot of other options, do you?”

I had broken up with my last girlfriend a little over a month ago. In the three years since I had graduated, I had lost touch with most of my friends from high school. I didn’t know a single girl I could ask out now that I was home for the summer. I liked Joanna, and I’d love to have a girlfriend for the summer, but…

“Even though I have a lot of fun with Joanna when she’s with you, I’ve never been able to keep a conversation going with her when it’s just the two of us.”

Kaitlyn said, “It’s because you intimidate her.” I snorted. “Seriously. She’s always had a big crush on you. She would talk with me all the time about you. I think she’s wanted you to like her so much that she’s never been able to relax around you. I think you’ll have a lot of fun with her once she gets used to being with you.”

I had always suspected Joanna had a crush on me, and what Kaitlyn said sounded plausible. Why not give her a chance?

But before I could say anything, Kaitlyn said, “How about this, Brandon; the three of us will go out. If you’re having a good time, then act like it’s a date. I won’t mind being a third wheel.”

That was an interesting idea. “What about Paul?” Paul was Kaitlyn’s boyfriend. As Kaitlyn and I attended the same university, I had met him briefly a couple of times. He lived three hours away and would be visiting on weekends.

“I don’t want to double-date. When Paul’s here, I want to be totally focused on him. But during the week, you, Joanna, and I could go out.”

“I’d be up for the three of us going out,” I added to keep expectations reasonable, “No promises, but I’ll give Joanna a chance.”

* * * *

Tuesday, Joanna was waiting outside of her apartment building. I hadn’t seen her in a long time as she could only afford to go to the local community college, but she looked as good as I remembered her; black hair that came down below her shoulders, dark brown eyes, dark eyebrows, dark lashes that boldly stood out against her light olive complexion, and lips on the thin side that formed a pretty smile when she saw us pull up. She was wearing a white tank top that showed off her nice upper body. Her tits were on the small side but fit her slim figure. Sexy legs extended below her light blue shorts. Joanna had played volleyball in high school and had had a firm body. She wasn’t in that same shape, but she still looked damn good to me. How a guy could call her flabby was beyond me.

Kaitlyn got out of the passenger seat and got in the back seat so Joanna could sit next to me. When Joanna got in the car, she said, “Hey Brandon. Long time, no see.”

“Ditto. You look great. Are college and work treating you well?”

“I love my job. School’s okay. Classes are too easy, and there are some spooky kids in my classes.”

As I headed toward the mall, Joanna told me about her college experience. On the way, my phone rang. When I checked it, I saw that the Caller ID was “United States,” so I sent it to voice mail.

“Who was that?” Joanna asked. “The girl you’re going to go out with after you drop me off?” She tried to make it sound like she was teasing, but it was too barbed and insecure.

Not a great start to a date. “This girl who works at a furniture store. She keeps calling me even though I’ve told her time and time again that all I was looking for was one nightstand.”

Kaitlyn snorted and then cracked up. Joanna joined in laughing, and the tension diffused.

We went to the mall, had dinner, and shopped for a while. As I expected, Joanna and I didn’t talk much directly to each other. Instead, she and Kaitlyn would talk, and I’d jump in occasionally; or Kaitlyn and I would talk, and Joanna would jump in occasionally. Still, it was a lot of fun.

We went to a movie, where Kaitlyn had me sit in the middle. About halfway through, Kaitlyn jabbed me in the ribs with her elbow, and I took that as a hint to hold Joanna’s hand. When I took it, Joanna gave my hand a squeeze. After the movie was over, we walked hand-in-hand as we exited the theater.

On the way to my car, Kaitlyn asked, “How about I drive, and you two sit in back?”

I looked at Joanna, who nodded. “Okay.” I reviewed how the date went, as we continued walking to my car. I had had fun, but only because Kaitlyn was along. I decided tentatively that I’d like to go out with Joanna again, but only if Kaitlyn went with us.

Kaitlyn said, “How about we go back to our house?”

Joanna said, “Your parents are probably getting ready for bed.”

Kaitlyn replied, “They’re always happy to see you.”

I suspected that if Joanna went to our house, Kaitlyn would push for her to spend the night with me. It was way too early for that. “Let’s take Joanna home.”

Kaitlyn gave me a look that could have melted paint as I gave her my keys. I held the door open for Joanna to sit in the backseat, and then went around the car to join her. We held hands on the drive back to her apartment while we talked to Kaitlyn about the movie. When we got to her apartment building, I got out, opened the door for her, and gave her a goodnight kiss. Kaitlyn moved over to the passenger seat, and I got in behind the wheel.

Kaitlyn said, “You could have done more.”

I raised my hand in a what-were-you-expecting? gesture. “Maybe I could have, but I’m fine with how the evening went. I had a good time, and we had no awkward moments.”

“It’s that…she’s agreed to be your girlfriend for the summer. You didn’t give her a chance to be.”

“We’ve gone on one date. It’s too early to talk about her being my girlfriend.”

“I asked you to date Joanna for the summer. The whole summer. That’s what you agreed to.”

“What? No.” I shook my head. “I didn’t agree to her being my girlfriend for the whole summer. I only agreed to go out with her. One date at a time, and no promises as to how long I’ll date her.”

“Well…I want her to go to the lake with us. And that’s in five weeks.”

Dad’s family owned a cabin on a lake five hours away from us. It was a small, three-bedroom place that in years past we visited several times each summer. This year, because of my job, we’d only spend one full week there.

“Is Paul going to the lake with us?” I asked.

“Yes. Mom and Dad have already approved it. And I can tell you from personal experience it’s no fun being single at the lake when your sibling has their significant other.”

Yeah, it had sucked for Kaitlyn the last two years. She had had to go with my parents in the evening when they had taken a walk to give me and my girlfriend privacy.

“Maybe Joanna won’t want to go to the lake.”

“She’s already asked for the time off.” Joanna had gotten a job at an insurance office after high school and had gotten Kaitlyn a job there for the summer. “I’ve convinced her that she needs to get used to having a good guy as a boyfriend, so she’s ready to be your girlfriend. That includes sex.”

I laughed. “Because I’m a good guy, I’m not going to push her to have sex before she’s ready.”

Kaitlyn flashed me a you’re-an-idiot look. “She’s ready. If you had taken her to our house, you could have made love tonight. She loves sex, and she’s hot for you.”

I shook my head in amazement. “Well, I’m not ready to have sex yet. I feel like I’m still getting to know her.”

Kaitlyn snorted. “She’s been my best friend for six years. She’s been constantly at our house that whole time. You’ve spent lots of time with her.”

“I’ve known her as your friend but not as someone I was interested in. I need to warm up to her.”

I didn’t know what Kaitlyn wanted from me. I had told her upfront that I wasn’t wild about Joanna. Just because she had talked Joanna into that it’d be a good experience to have me as a boyfriend didn’t mean it’d work well for us to jump into bed together. I wasn’t looking for sex; I was looking for a relationship in which sex happily fit. It takes time to build that kind of relationship. How could Kaitlyn not understand that?

* * * *

The next day was the first day of my summer job; one Dad had gotten me at a golf course where he regularly played. I was going to be working eight-to-five, Wednesday-to-Sunday.

After work, I went home and cleaned up for another night out with Kaitlyn and Joanna. When I got in the car with Kaitlyn, she asked, “How was work?”

“Okay. I spent the morning driving golf carts from the barn to where golfers drive off in them. Once things slowed down there, I went with a groundskeeper to trim bushes on the course and to haul trimmings. For the last two hours, I drove golf carts from where the golfers dropped them off to the back side of the barn, washed them off, and put them away. My boss told me to run whenever I went to or from the barn, and I did.”

“Sounds like a lot of running.”

“A lot of hard work. I’m tired. You and Joanna are going to crush me tonight.”

Kaitlyn laughed.

We picked up Joanna and went to play tennis. Kaitlyn and I had been on the tennis team in high school and Joanna had learned to play from hanging around with Kaitlyn. Joanna and Kaitlyn were on one side and I was on the other. Facing them both, I couldn’t help noticing the contrast between the two. Both were pretty, but in very different ways. Kaitlyn had lightly-freckled pale skin, brilliant blue eyes, and honey-brown long hair that was braided into a ponytail. She was much curvier than Joanna, with broader shoulders, an ample bust and wider hips. I enjoyed watching both of them bounce around the court. I was the better player, but I was tired and had to cover more court so they won 6-1, 6-2, 6-1.

Afterward, the three of us sat down at a picnic table close to the courts. I held Joanna’s hand while we talked. After five minutes, Kaitlyn said, “I’m going to go for a walk.”

Once Kaitlyn was out of earshot, I asked Joanna, “So what do you think of us dating?”

“If Kaitlyn hadn’t pressured you into doing it, I’d be loving it.” She shrugged her shoulders, implying she wasn’t loving it. “But she’s right that I need to date better guys and all the girls you dated while I was in high school said you were a really good boyfriend.”

“They told you that?” I asked incredulously.

“Yeah. Well, all the girls you dated were good friends of mine!”

I thought back to the girls I had dated. They had all been friends of Kaitlyn, which made them friends of Joanna as well. “Well, I can’t help it that my sister kept bringing home girls I got along well with.”

“But you never got along well with me.” It was a statement of fact.

I needed to turn this around. “I wasn’t the type of guy you were looking for and I didn’t see any point in giving you unwanted interest.” I had said that matter-of-factly, but then I said more positively, “We’re getting along fine now.”

I leaned forward and kissed Joanna. She smiled and her eyes twinkled. I waited for her to initiate the next kiss. She did, and we kissed gently for the next few minutes.

I asked, “How’s your mom doing?”

Joanna sighed. “She’s dating another loser and I’m afraid she’s getting close to inviting him to move in.”

“Why is he a loser?”

“He’s like so many of the guys my mom has been involved with — can’t commit to a relationship. He’ll live with Mom for a couple of years and then drift on out. Mom’s saying ‘This time it’ll be different’, but it never is. At least I’m old enough that he doesn’t have to pretend he’s going to be my dad. I hated that.” It must have been tough having father-figures appear and disappear. “But if he moves in, I’m moving out.”

Joanna’s body language was weird. When Kaitlyn had been with us, she had been relaxed and had talked lightly and carefree. Now, she was tense and uneasy. It was like she felt that she had to say something about her mom because I had asked, but she wasn’t comfortable talking to me about her.

I asked, “Where would you move to?”

“I don’t know. Kaitlyn and I have talked about subletting a place for the rest of the summer. I told her that I didn’t want her spending money on rent just to help me, but she said Paul’s not comfortable with staying at your parents’, so he’d probably help with the rent if we got a place.”

“Why isn’t he comfortable staying at my parents’?”

“Because it’s weird. What parents let their kids have people spend the night with them?”

I was a little surprised by her question. “Don’t you know the story behind that?”

“Vaguely. It had something to do with Chelsea.” Chelsea had been one of my high school girlfriends.

“Well, it really starts with my two cousins, Piper and Reagan.”

Joanna searched her memory. “I don’t think I’ve met them. Kaitlyn hasn’t mentioned them much.”

“They’re much older than her. Piper is five years older than me, and Reagan is two years older. We’d do things with them at the lake house during the summer, but we were never close because of the age difference. They’re my dad’s brother’s daughters and my dad’s brother’s family used the lake house like we did until Piper’s summer before her senior year in high school.”

“What happened then?”

“Piper had a serious boyfriend. My aunt and uncle were planning on spending two weeks at the lake house, and she didn’t want to be apart from him that long. Her family forced her to go, and she whined and moped the whole two weeks. When she graduated from high school, she moved in with her boyfriend and hasn’t been to the lake house since.”

“Ouch!” said Joanna sympathetically.

“It gets worse. The summer before Reagan’s senior year, she had a serious boyfriend and didn’t want to go to the lake house. My aunt and uncle said she could bring her boyfriend to the lake house, and she seemed fine with that. But then my aunt and uncle wouldn’t give her and her boyfriend any privacy. Reagan wanted to sleep with her boyfriend, and her parents said no. Reagan and her boyfriend fought with my aunt and uncle for the whole two weeks. Once Reagan graduated from high school, she moved in with her boyfriend and hasn’t been to the lake house since.”

“Double ouch! Do your aunt and uncle still go to the lake house?”

“Well, after a rough couple of years, everyone seems to have patched things up. They’re going to the lake house for a long Fourth of July, and my cousins will be there with their boyfriends.”

“That’s good.”

I nodded my head. “It is. My parents have been really upset about the situation. Kids pull away from their parents, but I don’t think any parent wants their kid to pull away that hard and that fast. My parents sure don’t.” My parents loved spending time with Kaitlyn and me. “So that’s the background. The summer before my senior year of high school, I’m dating Chelsea and I don’t want to go to the lake house for two weeks.”

“That must have frightened your parents. They’d seen that horror movie twice already.”

“They knew it was coming, so they were prepared.”

Joanna crinkled her nose. “But you went, didn’t you? I went with Kaitlyn that summer, and Chelsea didn’t come.”

“Yeah. I went because my parents offered me a deal: if I went to the lake house that summer and continued doing family trips; then when I turned eighteen and became an adult, they’d respect my right to have privacy with my adult girlfriend. That meant I could have girls spend the night and take them to the lake house with me.”

“So you forced them into letting you have girls sleep over?”

I made an unhappy face. Joanna’s face fell, like she was kicking herself for saying something that made me unhappy. “I wouldn’t say force. If they had said I had to go to the lake house, I would have moped a little, but I wouldn’t have taken it as badly as Piper did. But my parents didn’t want to risk it. A lot of other parents give my parents grief for the deal, but my parents push back with that they think they are more involved with my life because of it.” I smiled. “I like it. I don’t have to pretend I’m not having sex with a girl, and I don’t have to struggle to find someplace where we can be alone. I wouldn’t bring a one-night-stand home, but I’m not a one-night-stand kind of guy. I don’t know if I would have come home for the summer without it. It’s worked so well for me that my parents gave Kaitlyn the same deal.” Joanna nodded in understanding. “My parents seem to genuinely enjoy it when Kaitlyn or I have someone spend the night as they want to get to know well the people we’re dating. So there’s no reason for Paul to feel uncomfortable about staying at our house.”

“I’d find it uncomfortable. And he’s got a lot of money. His dad owns a good-sized business and puts a LOT of money into Paul’s checking account each month. Paul is working for his dad for the summer, so he has even more money. I think that’s his main appeal to Kaitlyn — he spends a lot of money on her.”

“He does?”

Joanna wouldn’t look at me when she talked. When she was done talking, she’d sneak a peek at me. I wished she would be like she was when Kaitlyn was with us.

“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong — she’s not dating him just because he spends a lot of money on her. He sounds very sweet. She loves him; not I-want-to-marry-him love but I-really-want-to-see-where-this-goes love.” Joanna paused and sneaked a peek at me to gauge my reaction. “If Paul won’t help with the rent, Kaitlyn said she’d tried to convince your parents to let me live with them. She’s such a great friend. Has Kaitlyn told you we’re going to get an apartment together in the fall?”

This was big news. “No.”

“I got a big raise at work for my one-year anniversary, so I can afford to change schools now instead of waiting another year. Everything had seemed set until Mom said something about her loser moving in.”

I squeezed Joanna’s hand. “I wish you luck.” We weren’t far enough along in our relationship for me to offer more than that.

She leaned forward and we had another round of kissing. Once we started kissing, she relaxed and went back to having positive body language. She was a good kisser with soft lips that she used in a variety of ways. Because we were in a public place, I didn’t feel comfortable Frenching and apparently neither did Joanna. We stopped after a few minutes and went back to holding hands.

We discussed our plans for the weekend. Our kissing had relaxed her some, but she was still uncomfortable. We hit a lull in our conversation, which lasted until Kaitlyn came around the corner of the tennis courts. The look on her face showed disappointment, like she was expecting to find us fucking on the grass.

When we got in the car, Kaitlyn asked, “Do you want to go back to our house?”

Again, I had the feeling that Kaitlyn was trying to get Joanna to spend the night with me. “No. Let’s drop Joanna off and go home. I’m exhausted and just want to go to sleep.”

Joanna and I snuggled in the back of the car while Kaitlyn drove us to her apartment. Joanna was much more aggressive than at the tennis courts and had me hard most of the drive. I decided she wasn’t comfortable chatting with me, but she was very comfortable making out with me. After I kissed Joanna goodnight, I took over driving. Kaitlyn’s silence told me she had expected me to do more with Joanna.

I said, “I had fun tonight. Thanks for coming along. Having fun with you tonight made me regret that I didn’t visit you very often at college.”

Kaitlyn softened immediately. “That’s okay. You were busy, and I wanted to make my own life.”

“You’re a fun person to be with. Joanna is a lot more fun when she’s with you. You’re probably wanting me to go out with just her from now on, but I think all of us will have more fun if we keep going out together.” I paused to emphasize my next point. “And fun is what I’m looking for with Joanna right now.”

I felt like going slow was the right thing. From what I understood, Joanna was drawn to guys who wanted to get into her pants right away, and I was showing her that we should establish a relationship that makes her want to have sex before we actually have sex.

Kaitlyn was quiet for a while and then said, “You know, you used to be such a big presence in my life. You dated my friends, you flirted with them when you weren’t dating, you gave me rides everywhere, and you helped me with my homework. And then you were gone, off to college. Hanging out with you and Joanna makes me realize how big of a void your absence created in my life.”

“But you had your boyfriends. And now you have Paul.”

Kaitlyn brightened. “I do have Paul.”

* * * *

Thursday night, the three of us did the grocery shopping for the week for the two families. I started “accidentally” bumping and rubbing against Joanna, and she quickly got into doing the same. She and I giggled a lot, and Kaitlyn would roll her eyes whenever we got a little carried away.

On the way to Joanna’s apartment, I asked Kaitlyn, “Looking forward to seeing Paul?” He’d be arriving tomorrow for the weekend.

“You bet. I’ve missed him a lot. He’s very sweet and he constantly does nice things for me. This week alone, he’s sent me two ‘I love you’ cards and a small box of chocolates. He makes me feel so loved.”

“Sounds like a great guy. What’s his major?”

“Electrical Engineering. We had calculus together spring semester. He sat next to me on the first day of class and introduced himself, and we hit it off. Two weeks later, we went on our first date, and we’ve been together ever since.”

* * * *

Friday, Joanna came home from work with Kaitlyn and stayed to meet Paul. I could tell Paul’s large physical presence surprised Joanna; he was probably 6’3″ and very wide. I’m 6’1″ and looked small next to him. His shaved head added to his intimidating physical presence.

We spent the evening talking, getting to know Paul. I had expected him to brag about how he liked to kill alligators with his bare hands, but it turned out he was a big nerd. He loved talking about sci-fi movies and the latest electronic gadgets, and proudly showed off his brand-new top-of-the-line iPhone like a proud father shows off his baby.

At ten, Joanna announced it was time for me to take her home.

Kaitlyn said, “You can spend the night, Joanna.”

She shook her head. “I didn’t bring any of my stuff.”

We all knew that Kaitlyn had everything Joanna would need, but I was fine with her not staying. I was getting pretty sweet on her and was ready to have sex, but I wanted her to pick the time and place.

As I drove Joanna home, I said, “I had fun tonight. I wish you had spent the night, but there’s no rush.”

Joanna squeezed my hand. “Thanks. I had fun too. Listen — tomorrow night, Mom and her loser might go out for the evening. They won’t decide until the last minute, so stay flexible, okay?”

I smiled at what she was suggesting. “Okay.”

“And don’t tell Kaitlyn I told you to stay flexible.”

* * * *

Saturday was nuts at work. Saturday is the busiest day of the week for a golf course and since it was a perfect day, the golfers never stopped coming. I spent almost the whole day working the golf carts.

When I got home, Paul and Kaitlyn were about to leave for the evening.

Paul asked, “Are you going out with Joanna later?”

“No. She’s busy with her mom. After dinner, I’ll go over to a friend’s house to play Fortnite. Do you play Fortnite?”

“A little. I mainly play Total Galactic War.”

“That’s a mobile game, right?”

Paul’s eyes lit up. “Have you played it?”

“No.”

“It’s a great game.” He described it enthusiastically while Kaitlyn crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. I got the feeling she had heard this spiel many times. I enjoyed playing computer games and I was never as enthusiastic about a game as Paul was about his.

When Paul paused to think of how to describe a game feature, Kaitlyn grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the door. “You boys can talk more about the game tomorrow.” And then they were gone.

* * * *

While I was having dinner, I got a text from Joanna. Call me when you leave the house.

When I got in my car, I called Joanna.

“Hey, Brandon.”

“Hey, Joanna.”

“My mom has gone out with her loser. I’ve got the apartment to myself for a few hours. Come on over.”

“Will do.”

I called my friend to say something had come up and I couldn’t make it over for Fortnite. I drove over to Joanna’s, and when I entered her apartment, she said, “Let’s go to my bedroom.”

I shook my head. “No, not yet. Let’s start out here.”

I took Joanna’s hand and led her over to the dining room where I had her sit down in a chair. I said, “Do you know you have a beautiful neck?” I bent forward and kissed it lightly. She sucked in her breath. I worked my way down her neck, the kisses occasionally turning into soft nibbles as I stroked her arms. I heard her breath quicken as I did. Joanna was wearing a light blue tank top that exposed most of her shoulders and I kissed my way across her right shoulder.

I went slow — as slow as I could stand — and drove Joanna’s lust steadily up to a fever pitch. When I was done, we moved to her bedroom where I slowly undressed her, covering her body with kisses, licks and nibbles. When my tongue touched her pussy, she came for the first time. I made her cum again before I slowly fucked her. When I filled her pussy a second time, she was glass-eyed.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” said Joanna as I lay on my side next to her, holding her hand.

I kissed her and said, “Perfect. I wanted to make our first time special.” I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it. “Ready to cuddle?”

“Oh, yes.”

I lay down on my back in Joanna’s bed, and she put her head on my shoulder. She said, “I liked going slow. A guy has never gone that slow with me.”

“I like going slow. The more you enjoy it, the more I enjoy it; and the more time we spend getting each other excited makes the finale more pleasurable for me. I don’t like rushing anything about being with a girl.”

Joanna smiled at me and then said, “Well, Kaitlyn is in a big rush.” I laughed. “You’re not going to tell her about this, are you?”

“Not if you don’t want me to.”

“I don’t want you to. I know she’s trying to be helpful, but I wish she wasn’t so bossy.”

“My sister? Bossy?” I guffawed and Joanna joined in.

“Seriously,” said Joanna. “The only reason you’re here tonight is she badgered both of us into agreeing to be a couple for the summer.”

I didn’t like Joanna’s last sentence. “I’m here because I want to be. And I want you to spend the night with me at my house.”

Joanna got off my chest and looked me in the eye. “Are you sure your parents would be okay with me spending the night in your bedroom?”

“Absolutely. I told you about the deal. And as they like you a lot, I suspect they’d let you spend the night with me even if the deal wasn’t in place.”

Joanna put her head back on her shoulder. “I still can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Why? Well…I’d have to get permission from my mom, and she and I never discuss sex. We act like neither of us has sex. She got me an IUD when I was fifteen and that’s it. She’s probably over at her loser’s place right now getting fucked. She never brings her men here until they’re moving in, and then she acts like they never fuck.”

I shrugged. “You’ve slept over at our house a million times. Tell her you’re sleeping over again.”

Joanna shook her head. “I could do that, but…if I spent the night with you, it’d be like a public declaration that you’re my boyfriend, and you’re not.”

I was shocked by her statement. “I am your boyfriend.”

“Oh, I know. I agreed to it; you agreed to it. But we’re only acting like we’re boyfriend and girlfriend. Then it’ll be all over at the end of the summer.”

I realized Kaitlyn pushing us together so hard had caused a massive negative side effect. “Did you want to make love tonight?”

“I had agreed to do it.”

Not the answer I wanted to hear. “Before I entered you, did you want me to fuck you?”

Joanna blushed lightly. “Yes.”

“And I wanted to fuck you. Do you want to make love with me again some other day?”

Again, Joanna blushed. “Yes.”

I gave her a gentle hug. “In my book, that makes us boyfriend and girlfriend.”

* * * *

The Saturday before we were to leave for the lake, I was over at Joanna’s again. Sex had changed considerably between us. The first time, Joanna had been passive, letting me do what I wanted. Now, she was much more aggressive. Tonight, as soon as I got in the door, she pulled down my shorts, pushed me onto the couch and sucked me off. After I had cum, I started to get up to go to her bedroom, but instead Joanna threw a towel on the couch and told me to eat her pussy there. I expected us to go to her bedroom after I had made her cum, but instead Joanna had me sit up, and then she straddled my lap and bounced up and down on my cock until I came. We kissed for a while as she continued to sit on my lap, our juices slowly leaking out and on to me.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” I said.

Joanna smiled. “I wanted to do something different. I like different.” She liked different positions, but this was our first time in a different room.

“I loved different,” I said with a big smile. Joanna kissed me. “But you weren’t just naughty tonight. You were very naughty Thursday, going braless while we played tennis.” Joanna chortled. “You kept distracting me with your bouncing tits. That was very unfair.”

Joanna laughed some more. “Kaitlyn dared me to do it.”

“Did she dare you to flash me as well?”

Joanna cracked up. “Yes, she did. Then she dared me to put your hand on my tits on the drive back to the apartment. I told her I didn’t want to go that far with you. You should have seen the face she made.” Joanna roared with laughter. “She was practically pulling her hair out. I love that she has no idea we’re fucking.”

“Well, she’ll know Wednesday when you sleep over.” I had finally convinced Joanna to spend the night with me as a dry run for the week at the lake.

“You haven’t told her I’m going to sleep over, right?”

“Right.” Per Joanna’s instructions.

“I’m going to let her talk me into it at work on Tuesday.” She gave me a big wink. “But we’re only going to sleep together. Maybe I’ll let you feel my tits. But the panties are going to stay on.” Joanna roared with laughter again and then gave me a kiss. “I’m having so much fun with you.”

“And I with you.” Fun was the word we had settled on to describe our feelings for each other. It was too early to use love. It had taken several weeks, but Joanna had finally got comfortable talking with me. She liked to tease and act saucy, and she was getting a big kick out of having sex with me behind Kaitlyn’s back.

I said, “Let’s go to your bedroom for round two.”

Joanna pulled off my cock and pushed the towel against her pussy. When she had cleaned herself, she handed me the towel and I wiped off.

I got up and we headed toward her bedroom. Joanna said, “Let me get another towel.” She winked at me. “It’s a good thing I do all the laundry.”

I was lying on my side on her bed when she came in. She lay down next to me and asked, “Do you like me, Brandon?”

Was this a trick question? Of course I liked Joanna. “I like you a lot, Joanna. You’re very special to me. I’m very glad we’re dating. You’re my naughty girl.” Was she wanting me to us the ‘L’ word? I was getting close to telling Joanna that I loved her, but I wasn’t quite there yet. I didn’t want to overstate my feelings or my commitment to her.

Joanna was quiet, like she was waiting for me to say more. I didn’t have anything more to say. Then she pushed me on to my back. She wrapped her hand around my soft cock and said, “There’s one way I’ll never be naughty.”

“How’s that?”

“I’ll never have a threesome with you and Kaitlyn.”

I laughed. “I’d never expect you too.”

“Almost every boyfriend I’ve had has asked me to arrange a threesome with Kaitlyn.”

“Seriously?” Joanna nodded. “That’s terrible!”

“It is! Why would I arrange for my best friend to have sex with my boyfriend? He’s my boyfriend! I don’t want to share.”

“As you should.” Then I had a wicked thought. “Though seeing some girl-girl action between you and Kaitlyn would be hot.”

Joanna’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t go there. We’re both heterosexuals. If we were open to a sexual relationship, we’d have done it long ago. How would you respond if I told you I want a threesome with you and one of your buddies, and I want to see some guy-guy action during it?”

I snorted. “I’d gently decline the opportunity.”

“So you want to see your sister naked having sex?”

I was instantly mortified. “Of course not. It’s just that…”

Joanna laughed at my embarrassment. “You were thinking about it being hot to see me with another woman, and not the woman you were suggesting?”

I was thankful she had offered me a way out of my faux pas. “Exactly.”

Joanna nodded. “But seriously, asking for a threesome is the kiss of death for a relationship. It tells me he only thinks of me as a provider of sex.”

I kind of felt like this was a test, that Joanna was keeping her hand on my cock to see if a talk of a threesome would get me hard. She continued to grasp my cock lightly in a non-exciting way. Time to try to get myself out of this test. “I’m sorry I suggested the girl-girl action between you and Kaitlyn. I only want to be with you. And joking about you and Kaitlyn was particularly poor taste as she’s my sister and she’s very happy with Paul.”

Joanna cocked her head. “Are you sure?”

Sure about what? “They’re very happy whenever I see them.”

“How much time do you spend with them?”

I wasn’t prepared for this line of questioning. Kaitlyn and Paul were obviously happy together. Paul traveled a long way every weekend to see Kaitlyn. They slept together Friday and Saturday night. I assumed they fucked like bunnies on both of those nights.

I said, “Look, you told me that Kaitlyn loved him.”

“I know. Does she act like she’s in love with him when you’re with them?”

I was stunned by this development. “I see them only a little before they go out for the evening.” I left for work before they got up. “How much time do you spend with them?”

“None. But she sounds different now when she talks about him. She liked him a lot more at college.”

“Has she told you anything about their relationship changing for the worse?”

Joanna shook her head. “No, but Kaitlyn never says anything negative about a boyfriend while she’s dating him. After she’s broken up with him, she tells me everything.”

I wasn’t comfortable talking about how my sister might not be as in love with her boyfriend as it appeared. I wanted her to be happy. “I’m going to think she’s in love with him until I see otherwise.”

Joanna smiled. She still held my cock loosely in her hand. “Do you know who I think she has the hots for?”

“Besides Paul? No one.”

Joanna smiled bigger. “You.”

“Me?” I chortled. “No way.”

“You should have heard her when she suggested to me I have you as my summer boyfriend. Boy, did she ever sing your praises. ‘Every girlfriend he’s had has said he’s a great boyfriend.'”

Suddenly, I felt very defensive. I couldn’t help but play down her statement. I shrugged and said, “Well, it’s true.”

“She’s much more excited and animated talking about how you’re a great boyfriend than she is when she talks about Paul.”

Why the hell was Joanna bringing this up? I had an attractive sister, but she was my sister. There was no way she’d have any interest in me. “That doesn’t mean anything.”

Joanna gave me a knowing smile. “Kaitlyn closely monitored your relationship with your girlfriends. She knew when you two started fucking based on how your girlfriend replied when she asked, ‘How was last night?’ Kaitlyn would spend hours discussing with me the body language and word choices of your current girlfriend and your prior girlfriends. Your girlfriends’ smiles always got really big after you started fucking; and after you broke up with them, their smiles were never as big with their later boyfriends.”

Joanna liked to tease, but this was not a topic that was appropriate to tease about. She had me flustered and angry. I tried to shut down her teasing by saying, “You’re lying.”

Joanna shook her head and crossed her heart with her left hand while continuing to hold my cock with her right. “God’s truth.” She stroked my cock, which was now semi-hard. She smiled and looked at my cock. “Well, hello there.” Even though I was flustered, I could feel my excitement rising. “You were soft until we started talking about your sister.”

I felt even more flustered. “Just my natural recovery.”

Joanna stroked my cock until I was hard, then she gave me her knowing smile again. “I think I know why it’s so important to Kaitlyn that we fuck. She sees me as her surrogate, and this summer is the one chance for her surrogate to fuck you.”

“That’s bullshit, Joanna.”

Joanna laughed mockingly. Then she surprised me by lying face down on the bed while hiking her ass up into doggie-style position. She looked back at me, gave me her knowing smile and said, “Fuck me, Brandon. Make your sister happy yet jealous.”

I pounded Joanna hard and fast. I didn’t enjoy fucking her like I normally did as I couldn’t focus very well. When we were done, I said, “Please don’t tease me about Kaitlyn again, okay?” It wasn’t a suggestion.

Joanna put her hand softly on my chest and said contritely, “I’m sorry, Brandon. I went too far. Kaitlyn likes me teasing her about you, and I thought you might be the same.”

I felt my anger melting. “I’m not.”

I was lying on my back on the bed, and Joanna was lying on her side facing me. She leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the cheek. It was a soft kiss filled with affection. At the same time, she pressed her tits into me, stirring up my lust for her.

Joanna said softly, “I know I should promise to not tease you again about Kaitlyn.”

When the promise didn’t come, I said, “But you’re not going to.”

Joanna said huskily, “I don’t know if my having you as my boyfriend makes Kaitlyn jealous, but it excites me to think it does.” Joanna gave me a kiss filled with the promise of lots of hot sex. “You want me to get excited, don’t you?”

I decided I had overreacted. If a harmless fantasy got her excited, I’d be stupid to put an end to it. “Yes, I want you to get excited.”

Joanna gave me another long, soft kiss. “So it’s okay if I tease you a little about Kaitlyn?”

I turned my head as Joanna moved to give me another kiss, so we’d kiss on the lips. She was such a good kisser; she knew how to use timing and pressure to communicate so much. I surrendered. “A little’s okay.”

“When I tease you about Kaitlyn, I’ll be sure to make it up to you.” Then she kissed me on the lips while pressing her naked body against mine.

* * * *

Saturday morning of our week at the lake was my first extended time with Paul, and he seemed very much the great guy Kaitlyn described. Mom got us up at six and, while Kaitlyn, Joanna, and I were yawning and slow to move around, Paul was hauling out to our minivan whatever he could find that was ready to go. When there wasn’t anything to haul out, he was asking my mom what else he could do. Once we left home, we stopped at a gas station to fill up and grab a quick, hot breakfast, and Paul insisted on paying for everything.

In the minivan, Dad and Mom were in the driver and passenger seats. Paul was behind Dad and started playing on his tablet once we left the gas station. Kaitlyn was behind Mom. The third row of seats could be folded up or down and we had the right two-thirds as a bench seat. That’s were Joanna and I were, snuggled together with my left arm draped across her shoulder. I had a warm, contented feeling. Joanna and I had had a great time Wednesday night, chatting with Kaitlyn and my parents while watching a DVD. After we had retreated to my bedroom, we had spent a lot of time kissing and talking quietly, did a quiet 69 and then cuddled naked until we fell asleep. Last night was also wonderful.

Kaitlyn turned and looked at Joanna, then used eyebrow raises and lip movements to apparently ask why Joanna and I hadn’t fucked last night. I watched Joanna use similar facial movements to blame me for not consummating our relationship in our house. The truth was that Joanna had been the one who had wanted to do only oral, and the thought of pulling yet another one on her best friend had fired her up to give me the most pleasure possible without making much noise. I had been quite satisfied with being sucked off twice.

After I thought Joanna had had enough fun silently teasing Kaitlyn, I said, “I got hit by a golf ball yesterday at work.”

Kaitlyn asked, “You did? Were you standing in a fairway?”

“No! I was in the trees, spraying herbicide on poison ivy. I was spraying away when suddenly I was whacked in the back just below my right shoulder blade.”

Kaitlyn showed her compassion for her big brother by laughing at my pain. “That sounds like it hurt.”

“It did! I did the man-that-hurts-like-hell dance for a few minutes then this golfer called to me, ‘Have you seen a Titleist number five ball around?’ It had been his ball that hit me. I wanted to throw the damn thing at him. I hope he got poison ivy from it.”

I loved my job, except for the golfers.

Joanna, Kaitlyn, and I talked as Dad drove on and on. At one point, Joanna said, “I’m kind of cold. Is there a blanket I could put over me?”

We kept a blanket in the minivan for such occasions. Kaitlyn gave it to Joanna, and she put it over her and most of me, tucking one end behind her left shoulder. Once the blanket was over her, Joanna grabbed my right hand and pulled it across to her. She slipped it under her t-shirt and pushed it upwards. She said quietly to me, “Help keep me warm, Brandon.”

I knew what she wanted as Joanna hadn’t worn a bra this morning. I looked over at Paul and he was totally engrossed in his game. Mom couldn’t see us, and the blanket would probably prevent Dad from being able to see us in the rear-view mirror. Kaitlyn, on the other hand, would definitely know what I was doing. I raised my hand up and cupped Joanna’s tit.

Joanna smiled at me and then said to Kaitlyn, “He’s such a good boyfriend. I’m so glad you suggested we date this summer.”

I glanced at Kaitlyn. She rolled her eyes and said, “I thought you’d have a good time together.”

Joanna pushed her tit into my hand and said, “We have a great time together.”

For the next twenty minutes, I felt up Joanna while she talked with Kaitlyn. I put my head on her shoulder and slumped against her, so hopefully it looked to Dad like I was snoozing while leaning against her. I didn’t feel very guilty about what I was doing as Kaitlyn had wanted Joanna and me to do this when she had driven us back to Joanna’s apartment after tennis. When I finally stopped, Joanna gave me a kiss, and then turned to Kaitlyn. “He listens so well to me.” Kaitlyn rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything.

The three of us kept talking until Paul suddenly stretched. He announced to no one in particular, “Out of energy”. He turned to Kaitlyn and said, “How you doin’, Babe?”

“Doin’ fine. Been talking with Joanna and Brandon.”

Paul asked my dad, “How much further?”

“About an hour.”

“Oh, Okay. Joanna, trade places with me please?”

Somehow, Joanna and Paul managed to swap spots in our cramped minivan. Paul had a hold of his tablet. “Let me show you Total Galactic War.”

Paul walked me through all the features of it. He was a leader of one of the top alliances in the game, with members all over the world. He showed me screen after screen, with lots of detailed statistics about units and buildings. He discussed strategy and tactics with me. He showed me videos of battles he had fought. The back seat had been cozy for Joanna and me, and now I felt like Paul was practically sitting on my lap. Paul was oblivious to my discomfort and lack of interest. I occasionally sneaked a peek at Kaitlyn, and she’d silently laugh and roll her eyes. Paul talked enthusiastically about the game all the way to the lake house. I had never been so thankful to reach it.

* * * *

After lunch, the six of us went out in the ski boat. Dad drove and Mom was in the seat next to him. Behind those two seats were two benches. Joanna and I were on one bench, and we were facing Kaitlyn and Paul on the other. The boat was twenty-some years old and didn’t have the wakeboarding hardware that newer boats had, but it was great for water skiing. As we raced across to Dad’s favorite place to ski, I couldn’t help checking out my sister. She was wearing a very sexy bikini; the top was purple, and the cups had a slanting cut that showed quite a bit of boob flesh. The top also looked like it compressed Kaitlyn’s boobs upwards like a push-up bra. The bikini bottoms were black and low cut with a single wide purple band across the top. It looked expensive to me. I tried not to look at her, but there wasn’t much else to look at.

Finally, to cover my checking her out, I asked, “That bikini. What’s the material?” I had to yell to be heard over the wind and the engine.

“Neoprene,” yelled back Kaitlyn. “It’s specially designed for water skiing.”

Paul yelled, “I bought it for her.” His arm was around Kaitlyn’s shoulders possessively. “I like to buy her things she looks sexy in.”

I looked over at Mom and Dad as I wasn’t sure how they’d react to Paul’s announcement. They were facing forward, scanning the water in front of us. I guessed they couldn’t make out what we were saying over the wind and the engine roar.

Joanna yelled, “He buys her lingerie.”

A surprised look came over Paul’s face before nodding in agreement. “I buy her something every Sunday night when I get home and have it sent to her. Then I spend the week imagining how good she’ll look in it.” A lustful, goofy grin crossed his face.

Joanna replied, “She gives us girls at the office a fashion show every Friday.”

Paul laughed while Kaitlyn blushed. “She does?”

“Yes. She unbuttons her blouse, opens it up and shows off the top half. Then she describes the bottom half.”

Paul looked at Kaitlyn, and she gave a small shrug, admitting to it. Paul said, “You never told me.” Kaitlyn talked quietly to Paul for a few moments. He grinned hugely and squeezed Kaitlyn. He basked for a few minutes in the glow of Kaitlyn showing off his lingerie purchases to her co-workers.

Paul leaned forward and yelled to me, “You should buy Joanna some lingerie. Expensive, sexy stuff. Then she’ll fuck you.”

Kaitlyn whacked Paul and pulled him back. Paul looked at her and saw she was angry. She clearly felt Paul’s last comment was over the line.

And it was. I wasn’t going to buy Joanna expensive lingerie. I didn’t have that kind of money. I had never bought any of my girlfriends lingerie. A shirt or sweater for Christmas or her birthday, yes. Lingerie or bikinis, no.

I looked at Joanna. She had an unreadable look on her face. Did she want me to buy her lingerie? Was that why she had brought up Kaitlyn’s fashion shows? Bringing them up had made Paul a very happy man.

Kaitlyn whacking Paul hadn’t been the act of someone in love. She hadn’t acted lovey-dovey with Paul at all today. She had acted instead like someone on the downside of their relationship, still caring but very much aware of the other’s faults.

* * * *

We spent the day skiing. My family were all excellent water skiers. Joanna had come to the lake several times and had gotten pretty good. Paul hadn’t skied much so he was the least skilled. However, he took every fall with good humor and enjoyed skiing as much as the rest of us. When Mom or Dad skied, I steered the boat while Kaitlyn was the lookout. Dad had two rules about water skiing: no alcohol when going out on the water and always having a lookout as the driver had to continuously scan the lake for other watercraft. Sadly, far too many other ski boats were driven by incredibly self-absorbed, obnoxious, and rude jerks. And far too many people were buzzed while operating high-speed watercraft.

Around six, we arrived back at the lake house. My grandfather had bought this land when my dad was a young boy, and the place where he had wanted the lake house would get covered by the lake whenever there was an exceptionally heavy rainy season. So Grandpa had the lake house built on stilts. The ground level was a covered staircase that led to the lake house proper. The staircase landing was a mudroom with a washer and a dryer and was where we stored the stuff from the boat. The second floor had an open area for the living room, dining room, and kitchen. Four doors went off from the living room to the three bedrooms and the only bathroom. A deck wrapped around three sides of the living area, and a grill was on the deck right outside the kitchen. The view of the lake from the deck was spectacular.

Once we were all upstairs, Dad said to Paul, “Our tradition is the men cook dinner, and the women clean up; then the women cook breakfast, and the men clean up.”

Paul said, “I don’t know anything about cooking. I’d be no help to you.” He picked up his tablet.

Dad said, “You can help me with the grilling.”

“I don’t know anything about grilling. I’d be useless. Could we have dinner delivered?”

Dad chuckled. It was a forced chuckle to cover his rising anger. “We’re out in the boonies. Nobody delivers out here. Besides, we’ve already bought the food.”

Paul said, “I’m a big guy and all I’d do is get in your way. I know you’re willing to try to teach me, but I’m not going to be a good student because I don’t want to learn how to cook. My dad and I never cook. I’m sorry.”

Paul turned on his tablet while plunking down on the couch. Dad’s face was bright red and I was afraid he was about to say something ugly.

Joanna rushed over to Dad, put her arm around him, and said soothingly, “It’s the same way at my house. My mom never cooks. All she taught me was how to microwave.” Joanna looked at Mom. “You’ve taught me everything I know about cooking.” Mom beamed at the compliment.

Kaitlyn went to the other side of Dad and hugged him. She said, “I’ll help,” in an obvious attempt to defuse the situation.

I said to Kaitlyn, “Don’t worry about it. Dad and I can handle it.” I turned to Dad. “We’re a good team, aren’t we?”

Dad had swallowed his anger by now. He smiled and said, “Yes we are, Son.”

* * * *

While Dad and I prepared dinner, the women took turns showering. Dad and I grilled up bacon-wrapped filet mignon and some veggies. It tasted great, but the dinners always tasted great at the lake house. After dinner, the men took turns showering while the women cleaned up. Once that was all done, we sat on the deck and talked while watching Joanna braid Kaitlyn’s hair. Joanna had been braiding Kaitlyn’s hair for almost as long as they had been friends. She had said Kaitlyn had the perfect hair for braiding. Ironically, Joanna preferred to have her hair down most of the time, so Kaitlyn rarely had a chance to return the favor. Joanna spent a lot of time shaping and teasing Kaitlyn’s hair into the right condition, and then her hands were a blur as she weaved the hair into a braid. Kaitlyn turned around and showed off the braid.

Paul was stunned by Joanna’s hair-weaving magic. He stood up to admire it. “That’s amazing! It looks so beautiful, and you did it so fast! I’ve never seen anything like that before.” He looked at Kaitlyn. “Your hair looks fantastic.”

I knew this style was called a Dutch braid as the braided part of Kaitlyn’s hair stood on top of the rest of her hair, which was pulled tight in the back. Joanna knew many different ways of braiding Kaitlyn’s hair, and my favorite was when she’d make braids all around Kaitlyn’s head, so the braids looked like a crown.

Kaitlyn smiled happily before looking at Joanna appreciatively. Joanna looked down, embarrassed by all the praise.

I said, “In Ohio, Joanna would have to attend beauty school for 450 hours before she could get a job braiding hair.”

“450 hours?” Paul asked incredulously.

“Yeah. Becoming a cop requires 580 hours of training. Ohio is a lot more worried about bad hair-braiders than bad cops.”

* * * *

At nine, Mom and Dad said, “Have fun kids” and left for a walk. Based on prior years, they’d be back at ten, and they’d expect us to be in bed then. Once they were back, we were to do nothing more than quietly cuddle and kiss.

As soon as the door closed, Kaitlyn took Paul’s hand and led him to their bedroom. I smiled at Joanna, took her hand and led her to our bedroom. Joanna and I stripped off our clothes. Joanna laid out a nightshirt to wear later. We lay down on the bed and kissed softly while running our hands over each other’s bodies. I pushed my tongue forward and Joanna opened her mouth to receive it. I brought my hand to her tit…

…when Kaitlyn started making loud “Oh!” sounds. The walls were thin, and it sounded almost like she was in the same room as us. The sound of my sister moaning her pleasure broke the mood for me. I continued with the kisses and strokes, but the constant “Oh! Oh! Oh!” kept distracting me and I couldn’t get into it. Finally, I gave up and said, “Let’s go to the couch. We’ll be more comfortable there.”

Joanna said, “Your sister is going to be pissed we aren’t making noises like they are.”

I sat up, grabbed my underwear, and tossed Joanna her panties and nightshirt. As I pulled on my shorts, I said, “Pissing off sisters is a part of the job description of a brother.”

I led Joanna to the couch and had her lean against me. I slowly kissed her shoulders. Kaitlyn stopped moaning, and I started getting back in the mood. Then the thumping began. Thump! Thump! Thump! And of course, Kaitlyn oh’ed in time with the thumps. Joanna rolled her eyes at the thumping sound. It was so damn embarrassing; I felt embarrassed for Kaitlyn and Paul. The thumping sound lasted several minutes and once it was done, I whispered to Joanna, “We’re not doing anything tonight. I’ll get us some privacy tomorrow.” Joanna moved her head slightly up and down in a sign that I took to be more disappointment than agreement.

I pulled her into a hug and wrapped my arms around her. “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, I promise.” I gave Joanna a light squeeze.

That was when I heard the door open. I turned to see Kaitlyn in a nightshirt stomp over to in front of us. “What the hell are you two doing?”

I said, “Ummm…”

“Or more correctly, why aren’t you doing what you should be doing?”

“You two were so loud…”

“What the hell!” Kaitlyn’s eyes blazed. “We were fucking! Did you expect us to fuck quietly!”

Joanna wasn’t saying a word and was looking off into space. I said, “Well, no but…”

“You knew Paul and I fucked, right? You’ve heard us fuck back at our house, right?”

“It wasn’t nearly as loud there.”

“Well, we’re not fucking now. You and Joanna have thirty minutes before Mom and Dad get back.”

I liked to go slow and I wasn’t sure we’d be done in thirty minutes. I didn’t want to rush through our first lovemaking session at the lake house. “I’m not in the mood now.”

“MEN!” Kaitlyn yelled and then stomped off to her bedroom, slamming the door.

Joanna said, “I told you she’d be pissed.”

I chuckled. “You did. You know Kaitlyn well.” I shook my head in frustration and disbelief. This was the first time Kaitlyn had brought a guy to the lake house. In the past, she had gone on the walk with Mom and Dad. I hadn’t considered the privacy issues of both couples wanting to make love at the same time.

I decided to do what I could to salvage the evening. I put my arm around Joanna, and we kissed gently for a while. I said quietly, “You were very naughty this morning in the minivan.” Joanna’s eyes lit up and she chuckled. “Were you teasing Kaitlyn?”

“Yes. Thanks for going along. It got me soooo excited.”

I felt bad again. “I’m sorry, Jo–”

“Hey! Hey! It’s okay. If you’re not in the mood, you’re not in the mood. I don’t want you to force anything. There’ll be nights when I’m not in the mood, and I know you’ll respect that.”

“Thanks, Joanna.”

“I really like that you don’t pressure me, that it’s always my choice to have sex and not my duty. I wish my other boyfriends had been that way.”

I smiled. “So, you like having me as your boyfriend?”

There was a pause, and then Joanna said, “I like dating you.” I was disappointed that Joanna hadn’t embraced having me as her boyfriend. But before I could get upset, Joanna distracted me by raising her hand to my head. She said, “I really like your hair,” as she ran her fingers through my dark brown hair. “It’s a good length and I like how you get it cut.” She moved her hand down and started running a finger over my eyebrows. “And I like your eyebrows. They’re a good size and shape.”

“I want to grow a unibrow, but my eyebrow follicles keep not cooperating.”

Joanna snorted, and then started making circles around each of my eyes with her finger. “You have beautiful eyes.” My eyes were blue like Kaitlyn’s, but not quite as brilliant.

“Thanks.”

Joanna started rubbing my nose with her finger. “I like your nose. It’s not too big or too small.”

“The best nose is the one you don’t notice.” That earned a little grin.

Joanna started circling around my lips with her finger. “I really like your smile. It’s a handsome smile, and I like that you smile a lot. And I like that you say a lot of fun things. Sometimes silly, sometimes funny.” Joanna dropped her finger, so it made circles around my heart. “And I like that you make me feel like I’m a lot of fun to be with.”

“You are a lot of fun to be with. If I had known how much fun you’d be to date, I would have started dating you long ago.”

Joanna leaned in for a kiss. When we were done kissing, she said, “Tomorrow, get us some privacy so we can have some fun.”

* * * *

I didn’t sleep well that night because I was angry at Kaitlyn and her antics. It was none of her damn business what Joanna and I did. And I was angry at Joanna for hiding the fact that we were lovers from Kaitlyn, which had prompted her antics. Finally, I was angry at myself. If I had been able to ignore the sounds of Paul and Kaitlyn having sex, then the hiding would be over, and Kaitlyn would have been happy instead of pissed. I was the person mostly at fault for how things had turned out. I decided on a plan to make things right — during the next afternoon session, Joanna and I would stay in the lake house while everyone else went out on the lake.

I groaned when I heard the knock on our door. It was 6:30, time for Joanna to get up and help make breakfast. She threw on her nightshirt and slipped out. I dozed off, to be awakened a little later by the announcement that breakfast was ready.

When breakfast was over, I was concerned Paul would balk at helping to clean up, but it was quite the opposite — he cleared the table all by himself and loaded everything close to the dishwasher into it. Of the four young adults, he was the only one in a good mood.

While we were changing into our swimwear, a front started coming in. No rain had been in the forecast when we had checked yesterday morning, but it sure looked like rain was coming now. The wind blew hard, black clouds rolled in, lightning flashed, thunder boomed, and rain began to fall in buckets.

The lake house wasn’t a lot of fun when it rained. We had satellite, a game system and a number of DVD’s, but sitting around got old after a few hours. Normally when it rained, we’d go shopping at the wide spot in the road that was the nearest town, but, as we had arrived yesterday, there wasn’t anything to shop for.

Another downside of the rain was that any idea of Joanna and I getting some private time went out the window. I felt rotten about having to break a promise, and Joanna didn’t seem too happy with me when I told her I wouldn’t be making it up to her today.

After lunch, Mom and Dad took their traditional nap. On non-rain days, Mom and Dad kicked us out of the lake house so they could “nap better”. When we were kids, we’d go to a nearby lake house and play with other kids. When I was fourteen, I realized nap time was when Mom and Dad made love. When it rained like today, Mom and Dad still took a nap but made no noises and told us to be quiet.

When Mom and Dad went to their bedroom, Paul went to his bedroom and closed the door. Kaitlyn turned to Joanna and said, “Let’s go to your bedroom and talk.”

I asked, “About what?”

Joanna said, “Girl talk,” as she was already moving toward our bedroom.

I sighed. “Let me get something to read first.” I grabbed an old novel I kept in my bedroom and read it on the couch for the next hour.

* * * *

When Mom and Dad got up, I played video games with Paul and Kaitlyn while Joanna read a novel. When we finished one game, I asked, “Anyone interested in going for a walk in the rain?”

Joanna said, “If you don’t mind, I’d prefer to keep reading.”

Kaitlyn said, “I’ll go.”

No one else was interested, so Kaitlyn and I went. It was a warm rain, so Kaitlyn and I wore swimwear, and each of us carried an umbrella. We wandered along the lake shore and talked about different memories of prior trips to the lake. Then Kaitlyn asked me, “How are things between you and Joanna?”

“Good.”

Kaitlyn gave me a ‘don’t-give-me-that-shit’ look. “Care to expand on that?”

“Not really.”

We walked for a bit more. Then Kaitlyn said, “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please tell me more about what’s going on between you and Joanna. She’s my best friend, I think your dating her is really good for her, and I want to know more about how it’s working out.”

I sighed. I wanted to tell Kaitlyn that it was none of her business, but Joanna was her business. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll tell you more about Joanna and me if you tell me what your girl talk with Joanna was about.”

“A deal?” asked Kaitlyn disgustedly. “You want to make a deal?”

I gave her a little smirk. “I do.”

“Oh, okay,” she said resignedly. Then added, “It was about our plans for tonight.”

“Which are?”

Kaitlyn didn’t reply for a while, and then said, “Offer me another deal.”

I chuckled before wondering what the plans could be. “How about this; I’ll tell you more about Joanna and me if you tell me why you and Joanna are such great friends.”

“Okay, but only if you go first!”

I laughed. I never knew how seriously to take what I considered to be Kaitlyn’s overreactions. I suspected she was quite fine with the second deal but didn’t want to show it.

I said, “When you’re not around, I’ve been trying to convince Joanna to relax, to be the way she wants to be and do what she wants to do. I think she’s been afraid that if she does something wrong, I’ll get upset and break up with her. I feel like I’m finally starting to see the real Joanna and she’s a lot of fun. Very unpredictable, in a good way. Very impish, but not in a bad way. I’m very happy you talked me into going out with her. I’m not sure what will happen long term. Your turn.”

“Okay. Joanna and I are such great friends because we always support each other and never judge each other.” Kaitlyn sighed. “So many people dump on her because of her failed relationships. I’m the opposite — every time she’s started dating someone, I’ve been supportive of her choice, and I’ve tried to give her advice on how to make it work. Every time she’s broken up with a guy, I’ve said you did your best, learn from it and move on.”

“Why?”

“Why?” Kaitlyn countered in surprise.

“How can you keep being supportive of her when she keeps making the same mistakes?”

“Well, it’s…” A big sigh. “I’m the same way. I’m drawn to guys I can easily manipulate, even though I lose all respect for them once I manipulate them. I keep saying I’ll date better, but I don’t. I’m an awful person.”

I laughed, and then I realized that Kaitlyn was being serious. “You’re not an awful person. You’re a very caring person.”

Another long sigh. “Thanks for saying that. I do care. I want the people around me to be happy. I’d do anything to help Joanna be happy. It’s just that…I try too hard at times. Like last night — I shouldn’t have blown up at you. I’m sorry I did. Joanna is so much happier and self-confident now because of how you treat her. You two are going in the right direction, but I can’t resist the urge to push you two along.”

“So after lunch, you asked Joanna to have a talk, and then you and Joanna came up with a plan for getting me to make love to her tonight?”

Kaitlyn sighed. “Yeah. Stupid, right? I should just leave well enough alone. But I can’t. It’s too important to me.” She added pleadingly, “Please go along. It’ll be a lot of fun, and I think it’ll be a wonderful experience for my best friend.”

I was going to go along. After last night’s fiasco, I was ready for Joanna to take charge, even if Kaitlyn was prompting her on what to do. But I couldn’t admit that to my sister. Instead, I gave a half-shrug. “We’ll see what happens.”

“You’re such a shit at times,” Kaitlyn said, in an almost respectful tone.

I decided to change the subject. “Let’s head back.”

“Okay.”

We were quiet for a little bit. I said, “I hope your plan for tonight doesn’t involve me feeling up Joanna in front of you. Didn’t that bother you?”

Kaitlyn shook her head. “If it had been anyone else, I would have told them they were behaving inappropriately. But because it was Joanna, I went along with it and embraced that she was having fun at my expense.”

I smiled at the memory. “It was fun.”

“I don’t judge her, and she doesn’t judge me. It’s great having a friend who doesn’t judge me. I’ve told her things that would freak out anyone else…” Was she thinking about all the hours she had spent discussing me? “…but she accepts that that’s the way I am. She teases me about those things, and I like that she teases me because it tells me she really does accept me as I am.”

That fit everything I had seen of the two of them. Then something struck me from what she had said. “Do you manipulate Paul?”

“If I tell you, will you promise to go along with the plan for tonight?”

I laughed again. “I promise to do whatever Joanna and I enthusiastically agree to do.”

“Again, you’re such a shit.” The way she said it made it almost sound like a compliment. “He’s not easy for me to manipulate. The things I’d typically manipulate a guy for — fancy dinners, clothes, lingerie — Paul gives to me openhandedly just for being his girlfriend. He’s happy being a big nerd who loves his toys and his game; and he’s not open to changing. I respect him for standing his ground with me. He’s very much a stereotypical guy in that as long as we have sex regularly, he’s thrilled to have me as his girlfriend. But I don’t consider having sex with him manipulating him as we both enjoy it a lot. He’s not the most socially aware guy, and he’ll occasionally say something really stupid, but, like me, he wants the people around him to be happy, and he’ll do what he can to make them happy. What he thinks to do is spend money as he has so much.”

“So you’re happy with Paul?”

“I didn’t say that,” Kaitlyn said sharply. “I like that I can’t manipulate Paul. It keeps me from doing destructive behavior. I don’t like that I can’t manipulate Paul because he’s bullheaded.”

Kaitlyn was sounding down on herself again. “You don’t manipulate me.”

“Only because you’re so hard to manipulate. I tried to think of ways to manipulate you into going out with Joanna, but I struck out. I finally basically begged you to do it. You’ve been driving me crazy all summer because you keep ignoring my advice and have gone so slow with Joanna. I want her to experience what having a caring lover is like.” Her concern for Joanna was touching. “Trying to push you into doing something is like trying to push a brick wall.” I laughed. “I wished I could date a guy like you, who I can’t manipulate because he’s got great principles and sticks to them.”

That was a punch to the gut. A long silence followed. I didn’t know what to say. After a while, Kaitlyn said, “Thanks for dating Joanna. And thanks for inviting me to go along with you two. It’s been a lot of fun. You’re a really good person, Brandon.”

The way Kaitlyn said that, I felt like she was crushing on me. Joanna had told me that Kaitlyn had the hots for me. I had never gotten that vibe from her before, but I was getting it now.

I’m being stupid. Kaitlyn had a boyfriend, and she was doing her best to set me up with her best friend. I was her brother. I wasn’t even on her radar.

The ensuing silence and her comments pushed me to consider some uncomfortable thoughts. Did I think of Kaitlyn in non-brotherly ways? Did I have something of a crush on her?

I respected Kaitlyn. She was smart, competent, and effective. She enjoyed teasing and being teased. She never got too bent out of shape and forgave things as soon as I said I was sorry. She knew how to keep private what should be private. Unlike most brothers, I felt like I could let down my guard around her and just have fun. So many of the girls I had dated had seemed shallow compared to her. If I had met someone like Kaitlyn at college, I would have definitely asked her out.

But she was my sister. And that was that.

* * * *

The rain let up in time for us to grill dinner outside. While Dad and I were prepping the food, Paul came into the kitchen and said, “Sorry about yesterday. I’d be useless in the kitchen, but I know how to do laundry, so I’ll do all the laundry. I’d just get in your way here.” Then he left the kitchen and joined the girls.

A little while later while Dad and I were out at the grill, Kaitlyn came out and joined us. She said, “I apologize for Paul. I didn’t know he’d do this.”

Dad said, “I’m disappointed he’s not willing to try to learn how to cook. Your mom and I think everyone should learn how to cook.”

Kaitlyn sighed. “It’s not about learning how to cook. He’d be fine learning how to cook. It’s about his game. He gets a certain amount of energy per hour and after several hours, his energy reaches capacity, and he stops getting more. When he gets in from skiing, he wants to play his game. He chose to do the laundry instead of helping with cooking because it fits his gaming schedule.” Kaitlyn looked very unhappy. “Do you want me to help out with dinner from now on?”

I said, “Don’t worry about it. Dad and I have everything under control.” Dad nodded his head in agreement. I preferred taking on Paul’s responsibilities to shifting them to Kaitlyn, and Dad seemed to be of the same mind.

* * * *

When Mom and Dad left for their walk, Kaitlyn and Joanna immediately stood up. We had been playing a video game before Mom and Dad left and were seated around the coffee table. Kaitlyn went to the dining table and turned one of the dining chairs, so it faced the living room area. She said to Paul, “Come sit here.”

Paul looked at me, shrugged, and went over to Kaitlyn.

In the meantime, Joanna had one of the high-back chairs in the living area turned so it was facing Kaitlyn’s chair. It was like the dining chairs except it had a padded seat. She said to me, “Come sit here.”

I snorted. “Yes, boss.”

Once I was seated, Kaitlyn said, “Stay there, boys. We’ll be back shortly.” Then she and Joanna went into Kaitlyn’s bedroom.

Paul said, “They’re planning something.”

No shit, Sherlock. “I have no idea what.”

Paul raised his beer and said, “Well, hopefully, I can finish my beer first.”

As there hadn’t been much to do today, we had been drinking steadily all day, and all four of us were feeling no pain. Paul and I sipped our beers and waited. He and I were dressed as the men always dressed in the evening at the lake house — t-shirt, shorts and no footwear.

I heard the bedroom door open, I turned toward it and my breath was taken away. Kaitlyn sauntered out wearing only a bright purple lacy bra and matching panties. They provided a great contrast to her pale skin and emphasized her wonderful curves. Her honey-brown hair was braided down the right side of her head and ended in a wide braid that rested on her right shoulder. Paul whistled at her as she entered the space between Paul and me.

Behind Kaitlyn was Joanna in a yellow lacy bra and light-yellow panties. She didn’t look nearly as amazing as Kaitlyn, since the bra didn’t match her panties. Also, the bra was the better-endowed Kaitlyn’s, and, as Joanna’s tits didn’t fill the cups, it emphasized she was less endowed. Still, the yellow bra looked great against her light olive skin. It was a hot little fashion show the two girls were giving us.

When Joanna caught up to Kaitlyn, she turned and came over to me while Kaitlyn walked toward Paul. I couldn’t help checking out Kaitlyn’s nicely rounded ass as she made the walk. When Joanna reached me, she sat down on my lap and gave me a kiss. I kissed her back. As we continued kissing, I could hear the sounds of Kaitlyn and Paul kissing in the background. Knowing they could hear Joanna and me kiss made kissing her even hotter than normal.

Kaitlyn called over, “Joanna, do this!” Joanna and I turned to watch. Kaitlyn kissed Paul aggressively, ramming her tongue into his mouth. Kaitlyn moaned loudly as their tongues dueled.

Joanna grabbed my chin, turned my face toward her, and lowered her mouth toward mine. I opened my mouth and happily accepted her tongue. My head spun as we Frenched to the sounds of Kaitlyn and Paul’s slurping. Clearly, we were following the plan Joanna and Kaitlyn had come up with this afternoon. I found the mutual make-out session insanely hot — my cock was rock hard in my shorts. What more did they have planned?

Joanna ended our kiss and turned toward Kaitlyn and Paul. My gaze followed hers. Paul’s hands were covering Kaitlyn’s tits and squeezing them through her bra. Joanna grabbed my hands and lifted them toward her tits. I cupped them, feeling their weight through the silky lace of Kaitlyn’s bra. Joanna resumed kissing me.

It took me a moment to realize what I was doing — I was squeezing my girlfriend’s tits in front of my sister and her boyfriend. The alcohol had me addled. I was enjoying the mutual make-out session, but groping Joanna was a little more than I wanted to do in front of Paul and Kaitlyn. Then I had an idea.

While I kissed Joanna, I pushed her off my lap and guided her to sit down. I broke the kiss to move behind her. Once I was behind her, I moved her hair out of the way and lightly kissed her neck. I slowly kissed down her neck, adding occasional nibbles. I continued across her shoulder. When I reached the bra strap, I looked across the room.

I was surprised to see Kaitlyn looking at me with her mouth open. She was holding Paul’s hands in her lap. Kaitlyn said, “That looks wonderful.”

Joanna said sultrily, “Oh, it is. Each little kiss gives me a shiver. He’s got me so hot.”

Kaitlyn turned toward Paul. “Would you do that please?”

A look of horror came across Paul’s face. “I don’t know how.”

Kaitlyn said, “You need to learn.” Her tone spoke of frustration with Paul.

Joanna said, “Brandon, kiss the rest of my shoulder.”

I resumed kissing along the top of Joanna’s shoulder, going extra far before stopping. I looked back over at Kaitlyn and Paul. Joanna said, “Paul, your turn.”

Paul said defensively, “I…I…I–”

“Let’s trade places, Kaitlyn,” Joanna said as she stood up. “Paul, you can watch what Brandon does and learn.”

Paul’s refusal to try to kiss Kaitlyn’s neck and shoulder had ruined the mood. Kaitlyn gave me a nervous smile as she crossed the room. I smiled back and couldn’t help but notice how fine she looked in her purple bra and panties. I looked across the room and saw that Joanna was sitting on Paul’s lap. I expected Paul to complain, but he seemed resigned to being given a lesson. I didn’t want to kiss and nibble on my sister as I had done with Joanna, but I felt like I had to or the mood would stay ruined.

Kaitlyn’s braid already had her hair out of the way. I leaned forward and kissed her neck softly. Kaitlyn gasped. I felt like there had been almost a spark of electricity between us. I moved a little and softly kissed again. Another gasp. I moved a bit further down and lightly nibbled. Kaitlyn gasped louder than the first time I had kissed her. This was so fucking hot — kissing my sister like this in front of her boyfriend and my girlfriend. With every kiss, I expected a shout of “That’s enough!” but none came.

I put my hands on Kaitlyn’s upper arms to balance myself as I continued to kiss and nibble. Her skin felt good in my hands. I loved Kaitlyn’s smell; it was the same shampoo that Joanna had used that evening, but it smelled better on Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn’s breath was very ragged. I had given neck nibbles to several girls, and none had reacted this strongly. I had gotten the vibe during our walk that Kaitlyn had the hots for me. The vibe was now much stronger as she was definitely getting off to my kisses. I was amazingly hard. I was glad the chair blocked my hard-on from Joanna’s view.

By the time I reached the bra strap, I could smell Kaitlyn’s excitement. It made me realize how far over the line was what I had done. I stopped immediately and looked across the room. Joanna had a smile on her face and seemed to be laughing lightly. Paul was holding her lightly and seemed to be talking to her instead of trying to learn what I was doing.

Kaitlyn shot up out of the chair and said loudly to Paul, “Let’s go to our bedroom. Now.” She held out her hand for Paul. Paul gave her an eager smile as he quickly crossed the room to her. They walked into their bedroom and slammed the door.

I saw movement and turned to see Joanna throw a towel over the couch. The bra was gone, and she quickly slipped off her panties. She lay down on the couch and said, “Eat me, Brandon.”

I lay chest-down on the couch in front of Joanna as she spread her legs wide. I worked my tongue up and down her slit, getting her warmed up. Then I heard the first “Oh!” from Kaitlyn. Joanna put her hands on the side of my head and said, “Keep going, Brandon.”

I did. I was so horny that I was definitely not going to stop. I was going to fuck Joanna as soon as I made her cum. I was going to give her a pounding tonight.

I danced my tongue up and down beside her clit. Joanna quietly gasped her pleasure. I adjusted the timing of my licks, so she gasped at the same time as Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn’s loud moans came clearly through the wall, so it was like I licked Joanna to pleasure Kaitlyn.

Kaitlyn’s moans suddenly stopped. I kept on lapping Joanna’s pussy, giving her clit special attention. I could hear her deep breaths now.

Thump! Kaitlyn and Paul were fucking now. Thump! Thump! Thump! I wanted to join them. I wanted to fuck Joanna silly. I continued working her clit until she quietly came. I could barely hear her over the sounds of Paul and Kaitlyn fucking.

When Joanna recovered, I climbed above her and guided my cock to her pussy. Normally, I let her guide me in, but tonight I wanted to fuck so bad that I guided myself to her hole. A push, a push, and a third push, and I was buried all the way in. Then I started fucking her hard, pounding her furiously. Now, I could shut out the sound of Kaitlyn and Paul fucking. I was totally focused on slamming into Joanna. I desperately needed to release the sexual tension by cumming in her. I fucked her like a dog fucks a bitch in heat until I exploded into her so hard that I saw stars.

When I was finished, I collapsed onto Joanna. She hugged me tight and laughed lightly in my ear. “So mine and Kaitlyn’s plan worked for you?” She laughed some more. I joined in. As no sound of sex was coming from the other room, I could hear her clearly now.

I said, “So what exactly was your plan?”

“That reminds me,” she said as she pushed on my chest to get me off of her. I pulled out of her and got off of the couch. She sat up and knocked three times on the wall to Kaitlyn’s bedroom. Joanna looked at me and smiled. “That’s the signal we fucked. We don’t want Kaitlyn storming back out here.”

I used a corner of the towel to clean the juices off my cock. Joanna took the towel in one hand and my hand in her other before leading me to our bedroom. I pulled back the covers and we got into bed. We lay on our sides facing each other. I stroked her face and said, “Your plan?”

“Oh, yeah! Well, I told Kaitlyn that last night they were so loud while we were in the middle of foreplay that it took you out of the mood. And I expected the same thing to happen tonight if we didn’t do anything different. I suggested they slow down so we’d be the first ones to start having sex. Kaitlyn said she didn’t think she could get Paul to slow down enough. So she came up with the idea of us doing foreplay together as a way of getting both couples on the same timeline. Once the foreplay was done, I was to have you eat me and then fuck right away.” Joanna gave me a naughty grin. “The noise didn’t seem to bother you this time.”

“No, it didn’t. If anything, it made the sex better for me. And for you?”

“The same. It was like they were cheering us on.”

“How far were we supposed to go out there?”

“Kisses and feels. We were supposed to do lots of kissing, but Paul went almost right away for the feels.” A concerned look came across her face. “Kaitlyn looked so sad as she watched you give me neck kisses. I hope you didn’t mind me having you do the same for her.”

“I was fine with it. It was Paul I was worried about. I was afraid he’d get angrily jealous even though I wasn’t kissing Kaitlyn on the lips or feeling her up.”

“Exactly! I kept telling Paul that while you were kissing Kaitlyn. He wanted to switch back and make out more, but Kaitlyn had other ideas.”

I laughed. “She did. It was funny to hear her say ‘Now’ and to see Paul hustle to obey.” We both laughed. I kissed Joanna and my feelings for her swelled. I was tempted to tell her that I loved her. With my other girlfriends, they had said, “I love you” before I was ready to say it. I wasn’t certain Joanna was ready to hear me say it, so I didn’t.

Instead, I made a circle around Joanna’s tit and said, “I think we have time for another round.”

“Oh no. Paul is a one-and-done guy and I promised Kaitlyn we wouldn’t do a second round.”

I arched my eyebrow. “Where was this consideration for the other couple last night?”

Joanna chuckled. “We didn’t ask for any consideration then. Kaitlyn did today.” Joanna moved close to me, pressing her body against mine as she kissed me sensually. “But I could suck you off if you promise to not make a sound.”

* * * *

I didn’t sleep well again. This time, I kept waking up to my mind replaying me kissing Kaitlyn. Once again, I felt the texture of her skin on my lips, and I heard her gasps. I was hard all night long.

* * * * Chapter 2 * * * *

To save me some comments and PM’s: I’ve always heard people use “laying out” for sunning. It’s apparently an American-only phrase. I know that’s grammatically incorrect, but it’s what sounds natural to me.

The next day, Monday, was beautiful for water skiing, and we had a great morning session. When Mom or Dad skied, Joanna sat next to me, and Kaitlyn taught her how to be a good lookout.

After lunch, it was nap time for Mom and Dad, which meant the rest of us had to hang out somewhere else for at least an hour. What Kaitlyn and I usually did was lay out on chaise lounges that were halfway between the lake house and the lake. While Mom and Dad cleaned up, Joanna and Kaitlyn went into their bedrooms to change into sunning bikinis. The difference in how busty Joanna and Kaitlyn were was even more obvious when they were in these bikinis. Still, Joanna looked good.

Once we left the lake house, Joanna, Kaitlyn, and I went to the chaise lounges while Paul went over to a hammock in the shade with his tablet. We sprayed sunscreen on each other and then lay down. As I hadn’t slept well the last two nights, I was soon fast asleep.

“…to you?” I heard Kaitlyn say quietly.

“Oh, yes. He’s done it a couple of times,” Joanna replied, also quietly. It was like my subconscious had heard I was being discussed and had woken me up. I continued to act asleep. “The first time he did it was before we fucked for the first time.”

Kaitlyn gasped. “You’ve been fucking?”

Joanna snickered quietly. I thought they were being quiet to not wake me. “For weeks.”

“Slut! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it was so fun seeing you get bent out of shape. Consider it revenge for all the fashion shows at work.”

“Revenge? Did my showing off what lingerie I was wearing bother you?”

“Hell yeah! ‘See what expensive lingerie my boyfriend bought me this week.’ You know I don’t have anything like that. All my underwear I buy on sale at Wal-Mart.”

“I should have known, Joanna. I’m sorry. Forgive me?”

“Sure. Forgive me?”

Kaitlyn laughed. “Sure. Even?”

“Even.”

There was a pause. I started to drift back to sleep but perked up again when Kaitlyn said, “Did it bother you when Brandon kissed me?”

“No,” said Joanna like it was obvious. “It was my suggestion.”

“Would you…would you mind if he did it again tonight?”

I had conflicting feelings about kissing and nibbling on my sister. Part of me thought it was wrong, but it was easy to dismiss that as no one else had been upset about me doing it. What I eventually settled on that it was a stupid thing to have done, but I had done stupid things before and would do stupid things again, particularly after a few beers, so there was no point worrying about it.

Joanna asked, “What would Paul think of that?”

“After we had sex last night, he made a joke about me liking my brother kissing on me too much. I told him that he’d better hope that Brandon did it again as he wasn’t putting me in the mood for sex.”

“Ouch!”

Kaitlyn said in an angry hiss, “Yeah.” Then her voice cooled. “Paul’s not going to do anything that could result in him being cut off.” She sighed. “And I don’t want to cut him off as it’ll ruin the vacation for everyone else. But I can’t count on him to put me in the mood. He’s not good with foreplay; he always wants to go straight to sex.”

“And Brandon kissing on you certainly put you in the mood.” Joanna cackled quietly. “So you want to do tonight like we did last night?”

“Yes.”

“Last night was fun. I’ve never done anything like that before but would enjoy doing it again.” Then in a teasing tone, “I’m okay with lending my awesome boyfriend to you for a few minutes.”

“Thanks,” said Kaitlyn gratefully. After a few moments, she added, “Brandon’s been a good boyfriend for you.”

“A good mercy boyfriend.”

Kaitlyn sighed. “He’s not doing anything with you because I’ve asked him to. He wouldn’t make love to you unless he cares for you. He genuinely likes you, Joanna.”

“Then why does he always go out with both of us instead of just me?” Because we all have more fun when it’s all three of us, and Kaitlyn doesn’t mind being a third wheel. “Why didn’t he spend more money on me? Take me to nice restaurants? Buy me nice lingerie?” Because I’m a struggling college student working a minimum wage job. “Why did you keep pushing him to make love to me?”

After a long pause, Kaitlyn said in a pained tone, “Brandon doesn’t spend lots of money on his girlfriends. He shows his affection in other ways. And you can tell he cares for you in the way he looks at you and pays attention to you. Every girlfriend he’s had has enjoyed having him as a lover. I wanted you to have a very positive lovemaking experience.” Kaitlyn’s tone lightened up. “Am I your best friend or what?”

“You are my best friend,” replied Joanna with warmth in her voice. “Have been for years.”

The girls moved on to subjects I wasn’t interested in. I was angered and frustrated that Joanna still considered me a mercy boyfriend. What did I have to do to convince her that I cared for her? I had been as loving and as affectionate with her as I had been with any other girlfriend. I was suddenly very glad I hadn’t said “I love you” last night. She probably would have not returned it, which would have made things very awkward.

* * * *

In the afternoon, we went jet skiing. While Joanna and I were riding a two-person jet ski, she told me about Kaitlyn’s request.

I said, “Aren’t you bothered by me lightly making out with my sister?”

“No! It was my idea. It was harmless fun. Last night was a lot of harmless but very exciting fun. Kaitlyn and I want to do it again.”

I felt it was a stupid thing to do, that we could wind up embarrassed about it. But having a group make-out party twice was no more embarrassing than doing it once. “Okay.”

* * * *

After jet skiing, we had a wonderful dinner and an enjoyable post-dinner conversation. When Mom and Dad left, Kaitlyn said, “Chairs like last time” before she and Joanna disappeared into her bedroom. I felt apprehensive. Though I had enjoyed last night, I couldn’t shake the feeling it had been wrong. I felt like tonight was going to be more wrong since we were sober, and I knew I was going to be lightly making out with my sister in front of my girlfriend and her boyfriend.

Paul said, “I wonder what they’ll wear tonight.”

I shrugged. I tried to convince myself that seeing Kaitlyn in a bra and panties was just like seeing her in a bikini, but I failed — bra and panties felt forbidden, which made seeing her in them very exciting. Then I shook my head; we were going to have some harmless but exciting fun, just like Joanna said. No one would get angry; nothing to feel embarrassed about.

The door opened and I turned to see the girls come into the room. Joanna led this time, dressed in the same bra and panties as last time.

Paul said, “Nice. My favorites.”

Once I got a good look at Kaitlyn, I could see why the bra and panties were his favorites. They were a dark blue which looked great against Kaitlyn’s skin. The bra had a circle close to Kaitlyn’s neck, a circle beneath her breasts and a clear mesh connecting the two circles that had a plunging ‘V’ in the middle. The mesh lightly held her breasts, and they shifted noticeably as she walked. The mesh had stars scattered across, two of which strategically covered Kaitlyn’s nipples. I could see all of her tits except where the stars were. The panties had an inch-wide ribbon of silk across the top with lace beneath. Right in the middle, the lace was missing and instead there was a deep V that must end just above her pussy. Any doubts about whether Kaitlyn shaved were gone. She looked sexy as hell in her outfit. Kaitlyn knew how to strut her stuff, and she oozed sexuality as she sashayed.

When the girls reached the space between Paul and me, they again stopped for a moment before Joanna walked sultrily toward me as Kaitlyn did the same toward Paul. I smiled at Joanna. She did look sexy as she walked toward me, even if she was the moon to Kaitlyn’s sun.

I was ready with a kiss when Joanna slipped into my lap. After our first kiss, Joanna moved forward and whispered into my ear, “Lots of kisses tonight” before kissing along my jawline back to my mouth.

I was happy to comply. I loved kissing her. She had soft, full lips that felt great against mine. After a few kisses, I heard Kaitlyn say, “Not yet, Paul”. I tilted my head enough so I could look over and I saw Kaitlyn pulling Paul’s hands down from her tits. I sympathized with Paul — how could Kaitlyn expect him to keep his hands off her tits when she was wearing that bra?

I pushed Kaitlyn and Paul out of my mind and concentrated on kissing Joanna. We kept kissing on the lips, but in slightly different ways that made the kisses hotter and hotter. Sometimes she’d grab my bottom lip between her lips as I pulled away. Sometimes I did the same to her. Sometimes I’d run my tongue over her lip as soon as the kiss ended. The whole time we were kissing, I kept thinking of Kaitlyn and Paul doing the same thing on the other side of the room. I heard another, “Not yet, Paul”, but I was so into kissing Joanna that I didn’t look this time. She was more aggressive in her kisses tonight than normal, like kissing in front of Kaitlyn and Paul was getting her extra excited.

I heard Kaitlyn say, “Stay here and, in a little bit, we’ll go to our bedroom.” I stopped kissing Joanna; she got up and walked toward Paul. I got up too, making room for Kaitlyn to sit down. As soon as she was seated, I kissed her neck. She let out a small gasp and grabbed my hands, pulling them to the bottom of her rib cage. As I did the kissing and nibbling, I moved my hands slowly in circles. To my surprise, Kaitlyn reacted more strongly tonight than she had last night, getting much more into the kisses and nibbles.

While I was kissing along Kaitlyn’s shoulder, I looked across the room. Joanna was seated on Paul’s lap, and Paul was running his hands up her arms to her exposed shoulders. Joanna gave me a smile. Paul looked bored. I kept kissing along Kaitlyn’s shoulder. This time, I kept kissing once I crossed her bra strap and kissed all the way to the end of her shoulder. When I was done, I stood up.

Joanna was the one who got up immediately this time. She took a few sensual steps toward me with a big smile on her face before reaching behind her and undoing her bra. She kept her eyes on my face as she peeled the bra off her and tossed it aside. When she reached us, Kaitlyn got out of the chair and left my vision as I stared at Joanna in amazement. Joanna rotated the chair ninety degrees and ordered, “Sit down.” I sat down in the chair. Joanna immediately straddled my lap. She grabbed my head in both hands and said loudly, “Suck it!” as she guided my mouth to her tit. Her nipple was already hard before it entered my mouth. I sucked gently as I grabbed Joanna’s ass firmly in my hands. This was so fucking insane. Last night had been crazy, but this was even crazier.

I happily sucked on Joanna’s tit while squeezing her ass until she pushed back on my head. She guided to me her other tit, and I greedily sucked on it too. Last night had been hot, but tonight was far hotter. I wondered — had tit-sucking been a part of the plan? Something they had decided on while they were in the bedroom changing into bras and panties? Joanna had walked toward me topless with total assurance.

Joanna pushed back on my head and again I let go of her tit. She guided my mouth back to her first tit, and at the same time, shifted toward Paul and Kaitlyn so I could see them easily. Kaitlyn’s bra was off, and Paul was furiously sucking on the right tit, which was closest to us. I was shocked to see Kaitlyn was red-faced with anger. What was she so angry about? Were the guys frolicking on second base in front of the other couple too much for her? Was Paul doing something that made her angry?

Joanna said loud enough for Paul and Kaitlyn to hear, “Paul said it was boring to watch you kiss on Kaitlyn. He asked me to do something he’d find exciting. Do you find this exciting, Paul?” Paul nodded his head vigorously while continuing to suck on Kaitlyn’s tit. Joanna laughed. She ran her hands through my hair and said quietly to me, “I hope you find this exciting. I find it very exciting.”

Joanna twisted my head gently, so I was looking at Paul and Kaitlyn again. Anger was gone from Kaitlyn’s face and it was replaced by something I couldn’t place, but it wasn’t pleasure. Paul was sucking on the left tit now, giving me an unobstructed side view of the right one. I had known my sister was well-endowed, but it still shocked me to see exactly how well-endowed she was, how proudly her tit stood out on her chest. Her areola was a light brown and looked larger than average in size. Her nipple was completely erect.

Joanna said quietly to me, “I think Kaitlyn wants you to look at her tits. I bet it’s making her very excited. I’m sure she’s jealous that you’re sucking on my tits instead of hers.” Joanna added gleefully, “I love making her jealous.”

After I had suckled on Joanna for a bit, I couldn’t resist looking back over at Kaitlyn and Paul. Paul was mouthing her left tit again while Kaitlyn was looking at me. We locked gazes. As we continued to stare at each other, I saw out of the corner of my eye Paul bringing up his hand to Kaitlyn’s near tit. He started playing with the nipple, running his finger around it and tweaking it. It was like he was showing it off to me. The whole time, Kaitlyn moaned as lust filled her face.

Joanna said loudly, “What are you going to do tonight to your naughty girl, Brandon? Are you going to give me a hard fucking?” Hell yes! An odd look came over Kaitlyn’s face. “How are you going to fuck me? Doggie-style? Doggie-style on the couch?” I didn’t care where or how we fucked so long as we fucked. I had never wanted to fuck so badly in all my life. I couldn’t wait to get my cock in Joanna’s pussy. The odd look on Kaitlyn’s face became one of longing. “How about you throw me over the arm of the couch and take me there? Would you like to do that?” Kaitlyn appeared to whimper, like she wanted me to throw her instead of Joanna over the arm of the couch and fuck her.

Kaitlyn pulled Paul off her tit. She jumped off the chair, so she was facing Joanna and me, giving me a good look at her tits. Joanna got up and faced Paul and Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn grabbed Paul’s hand as she said, “Let’s go!” and pulled him toward the bedroom. Paul took a good look at Joanna’s tits before running off. We watched them cross the room to the bedroom and slam the door.

Once the door was closed, Joanna pulled off her panties. She walked quickly toward the couch and lay face down over the arm. “Fuck me, Brandon.”

I was right behind her. I pulled off my shorts and quickly guided my cock into her hole. As she was bent way forward over the couch arm, her ass was way high in the air. As I made my initial push, I discovered Joanna was already very wet. I pulled back and then pushed my cock all the way in.

“Oh yes!” hissed Joanna. After I pulled back again, I slammed into her. “That’s it! Fuck your naughty girl.” I did, my body slapping loudly against hers each time I thrust into her.

“Oh, yes. I’ve been so naughty,” Joanna mumbled into the couch.

“Does my naughty girl want a good, hard fucking?”

“Oh, yeah! Fuck me, Brandon. I want it bad.”

I gave Joanna her wish, fucking her as hard as I could. The first time I had called her naughty, it had been just another way of teasing her, but I had known then that she liked being called naughty. Tonight, she had taken naughty to a whole new level, and I could tell she had found it very exciting. It had excited all four of us. I wasn’t certain what I thought about Joanna enjoying being naughty, but I was too focused on fucking her silly to give it much thought.

It wasn’t long before I could feel myself cumming. “Here it comes, my naughty girl.”

“Give it to me. Give it to your naughty girl.”

I pulled back once more before slamming into Joanna, firing a massive load deep into her pussy. I shuddered with pleasure as all of the sexual tension that had built during our joint make-out session was finally released.

It took me a bit to catch my breath. I was sweaty all over. I savored our fuck for a while before saying, “That was awesome, Joanna.”

Joanna looked back at me and gave me a big smile. “I loved it too.”

Joanna reached over to a towel on the coffee table and did her best to throw it to me. I pulled out and used the towel to absorb our juices. Joanna moved off the couch while holding the towel and pointed for me to sit down on the couch. I had a good idea of what she wanted, so I sat down on the edge. Joanna lay down with her head in my lap. She let the towel drop, exposing her pussy. “Now make me cum.”

As I reached my hand toward her pussy, the thumps of Paul and Kaitlyn fucking started, with Kaitlyn moaning in time.

Joanna said, “Make me cum with your sister.”

I slid my finger between her pussy lips and rubbed against her clit. Joanna hissed. I rubbed some more, and she was panting. She soon matched her pants with Kaitlyn’s moans. I again had the feeling that I was making Kaitlyn moan as I fingered Joanna.

Joanna came before they finished fucking. After she caught her breath, she said, “Let’s fuck in our bedroom.”

We fucked with Joanna on top. The whole time we fucked, she’d occasionally mutter, “Fuck your naughty girl.”

* * *

The next morning, Tuesday, I was awakened by Joanna amorously snuggling on me. Based upon the amount of light in the room, I’d guess we had fifteen to thirty minutes before Mom would knock on our door. Joanna and I couldn’t have sex, but we could quietly make out. I tilted her head up with my hand and kissed her. The kiss morphed into a long, smoldering one.

Joanna said, “I had a great time last night. Did you?”

“Yes. It was crazy, but it was also crazy hot. You were incredible, my naughty girl.”

Joanna smiled. “So you’re not angry at me for being naughty?”

“No.”

Joanna moved in for another kiss, which turned into another long, smoldering one. Joanna stroked my morning wood, making it even harder.

I said, “This is making me want to pee.”

Joanna snorted. “Then go pee.” She added sultrily, “I’ll be lying naked on your bed when you get back.” Joanna wore only panties when she slept with me, which meant she’d strip them off while I was gone.

I pulled on some shorts, went to the bathroom and came back. During my walk, I decided to discuss something with Joanna that was bothering me.

When I got back in the bedroom, the covers on the bed were thrown back and Joanna was lying naked on her back on a t-shirt. She wiggled her finger at me in a come here gesture. As I slid into bed next to her, I said, “Let’s talk for a bit.”

Joanna stretched sensuously like a cat and said, “Okay”. She grabbed my hand and pulled it toward her pussy. “Talk.”

“Do you think we crossed a line last night we shouldn’t have? It was one thing for us to kiss and grope in front of each other but having the guys suck on tits is quite another.” Particularly as I had watched my own sister getting her tits sucked.

Joanna maneuvered my index finger between her pussy lips and pushed up against it as she said, “It was a lot of fun, no one got angry or jealous, and all of us were hot and horny when we were done. I want to do it more. I think Paul and Kaitlyn want to do it more.”

“Paul got to see your tits.” I wasn’t exactly jealous, but I would have preferred to keep Joanna’s charms to myself.

“That was the point. He wanted me to make things more exciting, and I did by letting him watch us. Was it exciting for you to see Kaitlyn’s tits?”

I struggled for an answer before getting distracted by Joanna moving her hips up and down, causing my finger to slide between her pussy lips. “Joanna,” I said disapprovingly. She knew the rule about no-sex while my parents were around.

Joanna gave me a sexy smile. “I’ll be quiet. I’m always quiet.” She chuckled. “Unlike your sister.”

I gave in. I lightly pressed down with my finger, stimulating the area around Joanna’s clit.

Joanna said sultrily, “Was it exciting for you to see Kaitlyn’s tits?”

Again, I said disapprovingly, “Joanna.”

“Brandon, I won’t judge you for your answer. Tonight, I want to do something like we did last night, and I want feedback as to what worked for you. Was it exciting for you to see Kaitlyn’s tits?”

“Yes.” I had loved seeing Kaitlyn’s tits. They were the most beautiful ones I had ever seen — just the right shape and size; wonderful skin; her areola were the right shape and color; the way they sat proudly on her chest. I was uncomfortable with how much I had enjoyed seeing them.

Joanna asked, “Did you mind my sharing you with Kaitlyn?”

“No.” I had enjoyed it.

Joanna was pushing hard against my finger now and her breath was getting ragged. She said, “Good. I think my sharing makes her even more jealous.” She went back to breathing deeply. I worked her clit as she liked, pushing her closer and closer. The only sound was Joanna’s breaths — she didn’t moan or say anything. I surveyed Joanna as I pushed her closer to the edge; she was a beautiful, fun, sexy, naughty girl who knew how to make sex incredibly hot, and I was lucky to have her as my girlfriend. I moved my finger faster and faster, pushing her higher and higher. After a few minutes, Joanna clamped down on my hand with her thighs as she quietly came. Seeing her cum filled me with happiness.

Joanna pulled me to her. As she kissed me, she wrapped her hand around my dick. We kissed quietly yet passionately as she stroked me. She broke off the kisses and shifted to take my cock into her mouth when there was a knock on the door. Joanna gave my cock a quick kiss on its head and said, “I’ll make it up to you later.”

* * * *

Over breakfast, Kaitlyn suggested we go jet skiing this morning, and everyone else agreed. The cabin had two of the small one-person jet skis that you stood up on and two of the larger, two-person jet skis that you sat down on. After breakfast, Mom and Dad led the way down to the boat house where the jet skis were stored. Kaitlyn and I were right behind them, and the four of us were talking about what parts of the lake to avoid. When we got to the boat house, I turned and saw that Joanna and Paul were well behind us. They were engrossed in conversation as they slowly walked toward us. I had a bad feeling about them talking that way.

Kaitlyn said to me, “What do you want to start on?” I had turned to face Kaitlyn. “A small one or a big one? I think we should rotate the different jet skis among us, so everybody gets a turn driving each type.”

I didn’t answer as I was distracted by Kaitlyn’s bikini top — it was kind of a cross between the traditional bikini top and a crop top shirt. There was something about how Kaitlyn’s tits pushed out their covering that emphasized their size. At the top center of her top was a peek-a-boo hole which gave me an enticing view of the top of Kaitlyn’s tits.

Kaitlyn said, “What do you think of my top? It’s new. I love how it feels and how it holds the girls in place.” Kaitlyn shook her tits at me. It took every bit of restraint to keep my jaw from hitting the ground. “See? They barely moved.”

I stood stunned for I don’t know how long. I snapped out of it when Dad drove one of the big jet skis around to where we were and yelled, “Come on, kids. Let’s go!”

* * * *

We spent the morning jet skiing, and all had a blast. We kept somewhat together, the two couples on the big jet skis regularly racing against each other, and the two people on the small jet skis doing likewise.

At one point, Joanna was driving a big jet ski while I held on to her. I asked her, “What were you and Paul talking about on the way to the boat house?”

“He thanked me for making last night exciting for him. And he asked me to arrange with Kaitlyn to do something similar tonight.”

She seemed defensive, which annoyed me. Finally, I shook it off; I was making a mountain out of a molehill.

* * * *

After lunch, Kaitlyn, Joanna and I went to the chaise lounges while Paul headed to the hammock. The girls were wearing tiny bikinis, the same ones they had been wearing yesterday. Seeing them wearing so little was affecting me more today. After I had put sunscreen on Joanna’s back, Kaitlyn said, “Would you please put sunscreen on mine? Paul’s busy.”

“I’ll spray it on you.”

“No one brought the spray,” said Kaitlyn. “All we’ve got is lotion.”

I had never applied sunscreen lotion to Kaitlyn before. I looked up at the hammock, and Paul was completely focused on his tablet. I glanced at Joanna, and she was already lying down with her eyes closed. Why not?

I squirted some of the sunscreen on to my hands and applied it to Kaitlyn’s back. She pressed lightly back into my hands as I did so. Her skin felt so good and looked flawless. I was glad no one was looking at me because I had a massive hard-on. I applied the sunscreen as quickly as I could and when I was done, Kaitlyn said thanks. I arranged myself the best I could and lay down next to them.

The three of us chatted for a little bit about how much fun the morning had been, and then Kaitlyn dropped a bombshell — “I’m thinking of breaking up with Paul when the week’s over.”

“You are?” I said. I discreetly looked up at Paul. There was no sign he had heard his name.

“Yeah. He’s a great guy and I’ve loved dating him, but he drives me crazy at times. Last night was kind of the last straw.”

My emotions churned in confusion. I couldn’t tell if I was disappointed, sad, or happy that Kaitlyn was so close to breaking up. She hadn’t announced she was definitely breaking up with Paul, so I interpreted her comment as a request for us to try to talk her out of it.

Joanna said, “Are you talking about him going for your tits while you were kissing?”

“No, though I was annoyed that I had to tell him twice to stop. This is probably TMI, but Paul is unimaginative about sex. When we’re alone, he wants me to go down on him, then he does oral on me, followed by us fucking. He’s good at oral — he always makes me cum — and he’s a good fuck, but I’m tired of it being always the same. Last night, I wanted to skip the blowjob and go straight to him eating me out. I was ready to cum right away and fuck. But no — I had to blow him first.”

This was TMI, and I was a little shocked that Kaitlyn would graphically describe her sex life with Paul. But it was obviously bothering her.

Kaitlyn continued, “Paul is so different than any other guy I’ve dated. I’ve never had a guy shower me with gifts. And I loved it at first. I loved all the sexy clothes he bought me; I loved going to the expensive restaurants. But now monotony has set in. It’s the same kind of gifts and the same kind of sex. My god, my closet is full of sexy dresses and expensive lingerie! I actually prefer it now when he sends a card.” Kaitlyn was in the middle and turned toward Joanna. “I think that’s why I put on the fashion shows at work; to get me excited about the latest lingerie Paul had sent me. I’m sorry it offended you.”

“Forget it. I’ve already forgiven you.”

“You’re the best, Joanna,” said Kaitlyn. “But back to Paul — he’s also too eager to have sex when we’re alone. I kiss him and he starts pawing at my tits, just like he did last night. It was nice that I got him to slow down for a while. Last night’s foreplay really had me fired up and I was so ready to fuck when we went to our bedroom.” She paused for a moment. Picturing my sister being fired up to fuck made my head spin. “By the way, Paul wants the couch tonight.” Joanna lightly laughed. “He somehow seems to have gotten the idea of fucking me over the arm of the couch.” Joanna laughed some more.

The three of us were quiet for a little bit. I tried to process how I felt about Kaitlyn breaking up with Paul, but I kept coming back to Kaitlyn being fired up from last night’s foreplay. A big part of the foreplay was me kissing and nibbling on her neck, and us locking eyes during the tit sucking. Was that what had gotten her so fired up? Was she trying to tell Joanna or me that her I-don’t-know-what-to-call-it with me had gotten her so hot? The possibilities made my head swim.

Joanna finally said, “What if Paul learned to slow down? Would that make a difference?”

Kaitlyn shrugged. “Possibly. If he learned to slow down, I might be willing to keep going. And if he learned to be more creative. As I said, he’s a considerate, caring guy. Why? Do you have an idea?”

“Somewhat. But first — no bra and panties tonight. I’m tired of wearing a bra that is too big for me and makes my tits look tiny.” Joanna turned to me. “Brandon, go jet ski. Kaitlyn and I need to have a serious girl talk.”

* * * *

After lunch, we went skiing. When we got on the ski boat, Kaitlyn surprised me by sitting down next to me, forcing Joanna to sit next to Paul. It was far easier with all the noise to talk to the person next to you, so I talked with Kaitlyn. She was in a great mood, smiling a lot and laughing easily. Her “girl talk” with Joanna must have gone well. I kept an eye on Joanna and Paul while they talked. Paul was nodding his head a lot and occasionally would have a huge grin. I guessed their conversation was a part of whatever plan Joanna and Kaitlyn had come up with.

At one point, I asked Kaitlyn, “So what do you and Joanna have planned for tonight?”

She gave me a nervous smile. “Joanna wants it to be a surprise. It’ll be fun. Go along with it, please?”

“What if I don’t?”

“It depends on Paul. He’s looking forward to having another night like last night. He told me so on the way to the ski boat. I don’t know how he’ll handle the disappointment of just being with me. Nothing could happen. Literally nothing could happen in our bedroom.” The way Kaitlyn said it, I pictured them spending the night on opposite sides of the room, staring icily at each other. “Or we could have a big fight and break up.”

“Are you that close to breaking up?”

“We were the first night here. Since we started having our little parties, we’ve pulled back from that brink.”

I was torn. Last night, we had moved beyond what I was comfortable with, and I felt like tonight we’d keep moving past that line. I could say no, take Joanna into our bedroom, and everything might turn out fine. Or Kaitlyn and Paul could have a big fight, and we’d have a very ugly situation on all our hands. I decided it wasn’t worth the risk. “Okay. I’ll go along.”

* * * *

When we got back to the lake house, Dad and I started working on dinner while Paul lolled on the couch with his tablet. As Dad and I made dinner, I noticed that, while Mom was showering, the girls went to Kaitlyn’s bedroom and closed the door.

When Mom and Dad left, the girls disappeared into Kaitlyn’s bedroom as I expected. Paul and I moved our chairs into their usual spots. Paul rubbed his hands in anticipation, so he must have had some idea of what was coming.

The door opened, and Paul and I turned to look at the girls. They were wearing terry cloth short-shorts and t-shirts they had cut off so we could see the bottom inch of their tits. As they walked, I was mesmerized by the sight of Kaitlyn’s tits as they wobbled. Her t-shirt was thin so I could easily make out her nipple pressing against the material.

Kaitlyn was in the lead, and she stopped in the usual spot. When Joanna caught up to her, I was stunned to see Kaitlyn turn toward me. My eyes were wide in disbelief as she crossed the distance to me. She straddled my lap on the chair just like Joanna had always done. She said softly, “Joanna is going to teach Paul to keep his hands off her tits,” and then her lips were descending toward mine. They seemed to move in slow motion for the last few inches. Did I want to kiss my sister? Should I stop her? I was frozen in place as her lips brushed mine. Electricity shot through me like I had been zapped by ten thousand volts. My heart was pounding in my chest. Kaitlyn had kissed me! The next kiss was a solid plant on my lips. Her lips felt so soft on mine. The kiss, combined with her sexy outfit, was intoxicating. I offered no resistance as Kaitlyn kissed me again and again.

I started kissing back. Passion rose within me as the surprise wore off, and I got into kissing Kaitlyn. She was beautiful, fun, sexy and smart. I had never thought about kissing her, but now I realized how much I had wanted to. Our kisses got steadily longer and more playful, with our lips grabbing and pulling. My hands moved up and down her smooth back, caressing her firm muscles. I stuck out my tongue and licked her lip. Kaitlyn pulled back and shook her head no before coming forward for another kiss. I took it that the rule for this part was no tongue in our kisses.

I don’t know how long we kissed, but it seemed like an eternity. Each kiss was an experience I savored. As soon as a kiss ended, I replayed it over in my mind in the fraction of the second before the next kiss started.

I heard Joanna say, “You’ve been a good boy,” and Kaitlyn stopped kissing me. I felt dazed, like the experience of kissing my sister was more than I could process. Kaitlyn smiled at me, turned and walked over to Paul, passing Joanna on the way.

As soon as Joanna was in my lap, she kissed me hard and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I quickly responded. Kissing Joanna wasn’t new and exciting-because-it’s-taboo like kissing Kaitlyn was, but Joanna made it hot by kissing me with such passion. My heart continued to pound. Joanna grabbed my hands which were on her back like they had been with Kaitlyn and she pushed them down. I dropped them down to her ass and squeezed; Joanna was wearing no panties. Joanna responded by rubbing her tits against my chest. We kissed in lots of different ways, sometimes with tongue and sometimes not but always frantically, like our kisses couldn’t fully express our excitement for each other.