The alcohol was doing strange things to my mind, things that had never occurred before. The two girls sat on the couch and opened a bottle of wine while I fiddled with the television, hoping for a signal. I finally gave up, as the picture was more static than anything else, and plonked myself in the armchair opposite as I finished my fourth bottle and opened another.
I watched the two girls messing around; they both wore identical clothing, which made it quite difficult to tell them apart, and I suddenly realised that they were gorgeous. The tight tops and short skirts did little to hide their modesty, and I found myself admiring their lithe young bodies. Then it occurred to me–I had already shagged my grandmother–would it be any different fucking one of my sisters?
As I sat there fantasising, I noticed that the front of my jeans had expanded and now covered a significant bulge. Returning to reality, Debbie inquired as to what I had done at grans without the television.
“We played board games. Dominoes, whist, anything to pass the time,” I explained, slightly slurring my speech.
Gemma suddenly leapt up and disappeared. She reappeared shortly with several board games, a pack of cards, and a box of dominoes.
The board games did not last long, simply because, in our present state, everyone cheated. Dominoes were a nonstarter, so we quickly went to playing variations of whist and snap.
We continued to drink and were getting into quite a state when Debbie, or was it Gemma asked, “Did you not get bored playing silly old games?”
It was then that I learned a valuable lesson: don’t answer questions or commit to anything when you’re drunk, even better, keep your mouth shut, as it will only get you into trouble.
“Well, a couple of times, we played strip poker, just to make things interesting.”
They both sat stunned on the floor for a moment before breaking into grins.
“What! You and Gran got naked?” They burst into laughter, convinced I was lying.
Looking at each other and then back at me unbelievingly, they asked. “What did you do then?”
I tapped the side of my nose. “That’s for me to know and you to find out,” I boasted, having already said too much.
I desperately needed the loo and weaved my way upstairs to relieve myself. I needed to slow down before I was too pissed to do anything, returning to find the twins grinning mischievously.
“I’ve thought of a game we can play,” said one of them. I had long passed the stage where I could tell them apart.
Maybe it was Debbie who started to explain.
“I deal all the cards out between the three of us; the idea is to get rid of all hearts and picture cards by cheating. You put a card face down and tell the other players what it is; if nobody challenges you, then they stay in the centre; if you are challenged and are found to have cheated, then you must pick up all the cards and complete a task or answer a question. If you’re accused falsely, then the challenger must pick up all the cards and complete the task or question.”
It seemed simple enough as she quickly dealt the cards into three piles. The first few rounds, I was truthful with the cards I played, Gemma getting caught quite quickly as Debbie asked her the first question.
“If Alister wasn’t your brother, would you shag him?” Gemma blushed profusely and giggled before imperceptibly nodding her head and consuming more wine from her glass.
On the next round, I managed to cheat and get away with it and then challenged my sister as the cards went down. I knew I was correct because the one she called was in my hand.
“Hmm, I think it’s time we had a task,” I said, drawing the thought out to increase the tension. “Debbie, I think you should kiss your sister…… properly.”
They looked at each other and grinned, their faces coming together and their lips meeting. It was a full-on kiss as they snogged, the bulge in my pants becoming more pronounced. When finally, they parted, I watched their bosoms both rising and falling rapidly.
For the next three rounds I played cards truthfully, but looking at what was left in my hand, I knew I would soon have to cheat a lot to get rid of them. Debbie got caught next, and Gemma set the task.
“I would say that our brother has a problem down below; perhaps you would be good enough to rearrange it for him.”
Debbie leered at me as she pushed me backwards so that her hand could slide down the front of my pants. Her fingers wriggled inside my underwear and then encountered my erect penis, her eyes going wide as she ran her hand down my length and gripped me tightly. I had to stop her because I got the feeling that now she had hold, she was not for letting go.
I’d managed to get rid of a couple more cards but I knew it was only a matter of time before I was caught. It finally happened; this time Debbie set the task.
“I think Gemma has an itch between her legs that she needs scratching, Alister,” she said evilly, watching her sister blush again.
I moved around next to Gemma and slid my hand up her skirt until I encountered the elastic of her panties. My fingers delved inside them as they ran through her soft downy hair and then encountered her fanny’s open and moist lips.
Slowly and gently, my finger entered her moist passage as I scratched her itch, her legs opening wider as I delved deeper. Debbie was forgotten for a second as I fingered my sister, convinced at one point that she whispered, “Don’t stop,” but Debbie interjected, and I withdrew my hand.
I’m not going to give you a blow-by-blow account of each round; suffice it to say that by the time the game came to an end, we were all highly aroused and almost naked. The girls and I had carried on drinking throughout the game, so I was not sure which one it was who finally said that she felt sick and disappeared up the stairs.
We waited for her to reappear, but as time passed it was evident that she was not going to return. My other sister went to check on her, returning with a smirk on her face.
“She’s passed out on her bed; I don’t think we’ll see her again tonight.”
I’m going to say that it was Debbie who remained, simply because she had been the main protagonist during the evening. The game had been a great success in more ways than I could have predicted. Here I was, stretched out, completely naked, while my sister, now the worse for wear, sat opposite me wearing no more than a red thong, which covered very little.
I hadn’t planned on any of this happening, but as I gazed at her in admiration, my cock stood proud, jutting into the air.
A Special Christmas Present.
Whichever one of them it was, she looked fantastic and had a body to die for. She was staring intently at my erection as she slid nearer to me.
“It would be a shame to waste it,” she said as she wriggled out of her panties and straddled my hips.
Her eyes were trying to focus as she looked down from her vantage point. “Jesus, Alister, you’re so big. I don’t know if I can take all of it; you will be gentle, won’t you?”
I had never thought of myself as anything but normal, but it was my grandmother who had said something similar. She told me I was a well-endowed young man, but this was normally accompanied by her bouncing up and down on my shaft.
My cock was throbbing with anticipation as my sister reached down and wrapped her hand firmly around it. My eyes closed, and I breathed out audibly as slowly, she commenced masturbating my protuberance. With one hand, she pulled the skin taut, the fingers of her other hand encircling and teasing the plump, blood-infused head of my shaft.
I slid my hand between her thighs, my fingers encountering her moist, open pussy lips and spreading her labia wider. I exposed her clitoris and gently rubbed my thumb against it, watching as she shivered and moaned softly with pleasure. I could tell by the look on her face that she was eager to have me inside her, but what my grandmother had taught me was to not be in too much of a rush.
“Make a woman come several times and she will love you forever.”
Rolling her off me, I spread her legs and dove between them, the scent of talc and her musk making a heady combination. My mouth made contact with her fanny, my tongue darting inside and savouring her taste. She squirmed against it, at first stroking my head, but then her fingers became entangled in my hair as she pulled me forcefully against her snatch.
Taking her clit between my lips, my tongue flicked and rubbed at it softly. Her hips bucked as her arousal began to peak, and she tried to wriggle away, but I held her firm and continued to explore her passage until her back arched and she called my name, her climax making her body shake with pleasure.
Debbie raised her head as I got to my knees, looking at me with greater respect, and still, she could not divert her gaze from my twitching shaft. It was hard with desire; the skin pulled tight as the veins stood out along its length. Shuffling nearer, I rubbed its tip against her labia, her eyes fluttering open and shut rapidly.
Slowly, I eased forward, sliding my cock into her tight, wet pussy.
“Shit, shit!” was all she managed to say as, inch by inch, my dick expanded her cunt until finally, my balls pushed up against the crack of her arse. She was breathing deeply, her fanny becoming accustomed to the lump of meat that was filling her insides.
Gently, I rocked back and forwards, my penis sliding in and out of her quim as my hands went to her pert young breasts, the nipples standing proud and sensitive to my fingertips. Applying pressure, her hips started moving in a rhythm with my own as her fanny accepted my cock thrusting into her.
When my impetus increased, so did her vocal repertoire; she cried, moaned, and verbally abused me, telling me in no uncertain terms that I should, “fuck the arse off her.”
If nothing else, I do like to oblige, ramming my cock into her with a ferocity that took her by surprise. I watched as she pleaded for me to slow down, and then as she climaxed, her slender young body thrashed beneath me, as I continued to plunge into her cunt.
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