Learning about Lilia and Martin

Literotic asexstories – Learning about Lilia and Martin by lucy_anne21,lucy_anne21 Lilia called me in the early afternoon, her voice breathless with excitement.

“Lucy, quick, get your sexiest frillies on, you know, the really lacy stuff, and come over as soon as you can.”

“Why, whatever’s the matter Lilia? Is something wrong?”

“No, but Martin has hidden himself away in his room, stroking himself off with a pair of my knickers. If you come over soon, we can have a bit of fun with him.”

“Heaven’s above, did he pinch them out of your laundry basket?”

“No, I took them off and gave them to him, it was better than him stealing them out of mum’s drawer, or off next doors washing line.”

I thought for a moment, Lilia lived about a twenty-minute drive away. She was a good friend of mine, and we’d been on several adventures together over the years. She was older than me, nearly 22, and Martin was her younger brother. He was a bit older than me, at 19, I was 18, and would be 19 in October. He was very good looking, fit, tallish, with a truly lovely smile. Having taken a gap year, he was due to start uni in September, and would be reading electronic design and engineering in Southampton.

She had darkish blonde hair, cut short and worn in curls, blue eyes and the most beautiful smooth white flawless skin. An incredible figure, good breasts, around the same size as mine at 34C, perhaps slightly larger, with a soft roundness to them. She had a nice bottom and strong shapely legs, her tummy was flat, and her pubis was firm and plump with a smooth curve sweeping down to the gap under her crotch, often showing clearly through her clothes. Altogether she was a very attractive girl, I often referred to her as ‘sex on a stick.’ She delighted in my reference to her, and in turn referred to me, as ‘every cock’s desire’. Most men found her mouth-wateringly desirable, and it was easy to see why.

He was a bit immature but was quite fun when he was with his sister. She teased and tormented him terribly, he had a very strong fetish for women’s underwear. Lilia had caught him rummaging through the laundry basket one afternoon, and when he admitted he was looking for panties. When he further admitted to stealing some from various neighbours washing lines, she knew she had to do something before he got into embarrassing trouble. So, she struck a deal with him, and for a small fee would give him some of her more exotic underwear, freshly worn by her, with that female fragrance that he liked to enjoy.

She had told me in the past, that it had became a regular thing with him, and now and again she’d persuade me to give her some of mine, freshly worn of course, which she would pass on to him. He enjoyed those particularly, but then, I knew he had a thing for me.

I’d never responded because I didn’t trust him not to tell his friends and cause me a lot of problems, as they would probably try their luck with me as well. Anyway, Lilia knew it too and used the knowledge outrageously to bend him to her will. She would torture him by calling me over to their house, tip him off to my arrival, taking money from him for that as well, and so, he’d hang around at the bottom of the stairs so that he could look up my skirt as I went up to Lilia’s room.

Knowing that he wanted to look, (I quite like men looking up my skirts anyway). I teased him from time to time, by wearing short skirts and lots of girly, pretty stuff underneath, designed to excite men’s interests. Deliberately taking my time to climb the treads, pausing occasionally with my feet apart, and smiling down innocently at him as I reached the top landing. His eyes would almost pop out of their sockets, particularly if I turned quickly and my skirt swirled lifting slightly away from my hips.

“All right Lilia, give me a bit of time to get changed, and I’ll drive over, I should be there by 3:00pm.”

“Excellent, my parents are away for a few weeks, so we have the place to ourselves. You can stay overnight if you like, that way you don’t need to worry about having a drink.”

Daddy was away on business, and he wouldn’t be back until Sunday afternoon, so I was pretty much a free agent for the weekend.

‘That’s lovely, I probably will, thank you.”

“When you arrive, I’ll open the gates with the remote, and you coast up the drive. Park beside the house, and come in through the back door, then he won’t hear or see your car, and it’ll be a complete surprise for him when we go to his room. You know how much he fancies you.”

He did, he’d had a very strong desire for me for years, and I knew that the one thing he wanted more than anything else was to take me to bed.

“See you soon then.”

With that, we ended the call, and I went to my room, took a quick shower, and went to my dressing room, taking some time to choose some enticingly provocative undies. Picking out a lingerie set of Cosabella Usha, by Journelle, in handpicked fine white lace with floral embroidery, the delicate mesh felt soft and sensual, yet daring with the open back of the naughty bikini briefs. Selecting a pair of 15 denier Isabella sheer white stockings with floral lace welts, and light embroidery pattern, I dressed, taking my time. Enjoying the feeling of the clothes against my skin. Drawing on the briefs, I positioned them so that the waistband was comfortable, the open back settled smoothly over the top of my hips. The lace was soft and not uncomfortable or scratchy, and there was no turn up of the elastic around my legs.

Hooking the bra at the front, I passed it around my bust, fitting my breasts neatly into the cups, then pulled on the suspender belt, making sure the tails of the fasteners fell neatly into place over my thighs. I thrilled to the feel of them brushing over my skin as I turned to reach for the stockings, sitting on my bed to pull each one over my feet, making sure they fitted neatly. Then slowly rolling the nylon elastane hose up my legs, smoothing and stretching them as I hauled them up over my knees, and wriggled them over the swell of my thighs.

Fixing the fasteners to the heavy lace welts, I stood up and writhed my lower body to be sure everything was secure and comfortable. Picking a tiered lace slip, I stepped into it, then put on a plain white cotton blouse, finishing the ensemble with a dark grey, loose, full panelled skirt. I checked my appearance in the mirror, turning from side to side, I was impressed by the way the skirt lifted with each motion of my hips.

Packing a small overnight case, with change of clothing and underwear, I went downstairs to the entrance hall, and set the intruder alarm. I locked the front door before getting into my car, folding my skirt so that it didn’t catch on the door frame, then leaving for Lilia’s.

The traffic was light, and I made good time arriving at Lilia’s just after 3:00pm. As requested, I used a low gear and coasted up the driveway making as little noise as possible. I parked and got out, making my way to the back door, where she met me. Holding her forefinger to her lips, we sneaked into her father’s study, where she poured us two large measures of brandy, into lovely crystal snifters.

“What are you wearing underneath Lucy? Something nice and exotic I hope.”

I lifted my skirts and let her look, her eyebrows went up as she lifted her own hems and displayed her lacy black underwear. I felt a slight pang of jealousy when I saw them, she had such a shapely figure, and the frilly lace, set her legs off beautifully.

“That should certainly catch his attention Lucy, he will be stunned by what we’re wearing, and won’t know where to look first. Finish your drink then we’ll sneak upstairs and surprise him. You stay behind me when I go in, and after he’s got over the surprise of seeing me, I’ll bring you around me, and shock him when he sees that you’re there.”

Taking a few gulps, we drank our brandy, enjoying the warm feeling spreading slowly through us as it filtered down to our stomachs, then with both of us having quiet giggles, we took our shoes off, and tiptoed out into the hallway and up the stairs. I noticed that she’d closed all of the downstairs curtains giving us complete privacy, even though the house was detached and set back well within its own grounds.

We paused outside Martin’s bedroom door, listening to him groaning softly, and the chuff, chuff, chuff sound of him pulling himself. Slowly Lilia pushed his door open, walking into the room quietly as he looked up, startled by her sudden appearance. He had his hand around his shaft, her panties in his palm, they were pale pink with quite a lot of frilly lace, and he was clearly enjoying the soft feel of them.

“I’ve brought someone to see you.”

Reaching around she took my elbow and pulled me into the room. His eyes displayed amazement at seeing me, and his mouth dropped wide open in surprise. We stood in front of him, as he continued to masturbate, seemingly not deterred by our presence. I noticed that he actually had quite a handful, certainly a bit above average, and I felt that involuntary but expectational tingle in my lower tummy.

Lilia turned to me, and took my shoulders in her hands, moving me until we were facing each other directly in front of the bedside where he was sitting. As he watched she leaned into me and we kissed, softly, gently and with quite a bit of sensuality. She took my hands and placed them on the back of her thighs, just above the hem of her short skirts. Then placed her hands in the same position on mine.

Slowly she ran her hands up under my skirt, pulling it up to my waist, and exposing my underwear to Martin. Following her lead, I did the same to her, feeling the ripeness of her bum, soft and warm in my palms, as she stroked mine in return. The air was heavy with the aroma of our warm skin, and the hot nylon of our lingerie.

We continued to kiss, adding to Martin’s excitement, we became so absorbed in each other that we didn’t notice him climaxing, and ejaculating into her by now crumpled knickers. We looked at him as he moaned loudly, and fell back onto his mattress.

“Lie still Martin, let me help you out before you get into a mess.”

Taking her panties out of his hand, she wiped some of his semen from his shaft, then took them into his bathroom, rinsing them under the tap, and leaving them to soak in his washbasin. Returning to his bedside, she lifted her skirt again. I watched as she unclipped her suspender fasteners, rolled her stockings off, and pulled her knickers down over her thighs taking them off as well. He sat up, his penis very erect, and now that his hand wasn’t gripping it, I could clearly see it was nothing for him to be ashamed of.

Lilia leaned over him, and kissed him gently, then held her freshly removed panties up to his face, before placing her hand on his chest, pushed him back down onto the bed. I watched stunned as she hitched her skirt around her waist and climbed onto the mattress legs either side of his hips straddling him. She raised herself up on her knees and reached behind herself to take his stiffness in her hand, she raised herself up on a bit further, guiding his tip inside the lips of her vagina. Slowly, but positively she lowered herself down, enveloping him almost completely and settling herself firmly onto his hips. She remained there, impaled on his cock for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality, was only a few seconds.

Slowly but with increasing tempo, she ground her hips into him, her bottom rotating around in delicious circles. She undid her blouse and lifted her bra out of the way, placing her hands onto his ribcage she bounced up and down on him, her breasts, now free of their cotton and webbing prisons, flopped up and down in synchronous motion. I stood frozen to the spot, watching in incredulity as she engaged in such intimate sexual activity with her brother. Yet, I felt incredibly turned on by what I was witnessing, beginning to feel the warm moistness in my groin as I saw his shaft being surrounded and exposed by her juicy wet vulva as she drew him into herself.

Leaning back, she turned and smiled at me, her eyes shiny with pleasure and anticipation, as she spoke to me.

“Come on Lucy, what are you waiting for, get your knickers off, and Queen him, sit on his face and let him taste you. You know how much he wants you, it would make his day.”

Transfixed by what I was seeing, I listened to him moaning, interspersed by her cries of pleasure.

“Ohhh, mmmmm, ooooh, come on Lucy, hurry up, oooooh!”

I pulled my skirt up and gathered it into a knotted bunch at the front. Unclipping my suspenders, I slipped my panties down dropping them on the floor where her knickers and stockings lay in a crumpled heap, before refastening the stockings and releasing the skirt. Clutching my hem, I climbed up onto the bed, turning to face Lilia as I lifted my leg over his face. It was the first time he’d seen my secret place, and he sighed in disbelief as he looked at my neatly depilated pubis, and the pale pink engorged labia, framed by my plump juicy vulva, my clitoral sheath pulled back, exposing my erect clitoris, pinkish white, almost translucently waxy. I held myself hovering over his face. I was so excited that I dribbled vaginal fluid into his mouth, before I slowly sank down on to his lips.

Moaning, as Lilia continued to grind herself up and down over his penis, his tongue flicked out around my minor labia, touching the exposed tip of my erect clitoris, sending flashes of tingling delight through my lower body, from my bum to my belly. He tasted me and smelled my rich buttery fluids, warm and sweet with a touch of oily fish, as he drank my freely flowing lubricants.

My skirt and slip, floated down over his face, the nylon of my slip, brushing his skin, the lace tickling his face and throat. Feeling his tongue probing into my vestibule, I gently rocked my hips, his nose resting against my perineum. The under cheeks of my buttocks where the back of my thighs joined my body, brushed lightly over his forehead, his eyebrows stroking my skin, sending thrills of delight through me. I could feel the elastane of my stockings rubbing rhythmically against my thighs, and the light stubble on his cheeks, rasping against the sheer material adding to my almost total arousal.

My thighs spread wide over his face, I gripped his head in between the soft inner muscles of my upper legs and my knees, crossing my feet behind his neck. Passing his arms between my calves and thighs, he held me by the front of my hips, pressing his face eagerly up into my vulva, his fingers stroking my stockings where they stretched tightly over the swell of the upper front of my legs.

Lilia took my shoulders and leaned back, allowing me a full view of his penis disappearing inside her. I marvelled at the white foamy release from their crotches, as she kissed me again. It was an incredible experience. and almost impossible to cope with being kissed by her, licked by him, while watching her ride on his penis, like a whirling dervish as we all three approached our respective climaxes. She lifted the front of my skirt and slip and smiled warmly as she saw his chin under my fatty pad, his jaw working as he licked and probed deep into me with his tongue.

Martin was struggling to hold himself back, as his sister relentlessly gyrated over his pelvis, squeezing the stem of his penis tightly, I saw her stomach muscles contracting and tensing as she held him deep within her tight vaginal grip.

She looked into my eyes, and I saw the intense satisfaction and enjoyment she was experiencing. Kissing me again, fiercely and passionately, she whispered harshly.

“Push down hard on his face with your pussy, rub yourself into his lips, and make him hold his breath.”

“Are you sure, won’t that suffocate him?”

“Yes, and I’m sure he’ll love it. Go on.”

I leaned my weight onto my bum and felt him wriggle as his breath whistled out between my body creases on either side of my vulva. He gripped my thighs tightly, arched his back and made muffled sounds underneath my soft wetness. Watching in fascination, I saw him thrusting upward into Lilia, straining as he ejaculated inside her, the rich fishy mixture of her vaginal fluid and his thick fertile semen flowed down his cock and out over his belly. I was so excited that I squirted over his face, drenching his cheeks, and soaking his hair. I had a strong sensation of pleasure, not quite an orgasm, but it was pretty good anyway. As the light clear liquid from my skene’s glands pulsed out of my urethra, he swallowed as much as he could, tasting the thin salty fluid as it gushed over his lips and chin.

Lilia arched her back, and howled as she convulsed in a reaction to a deep orgasm. Martin also tried to moan in a muffled sort of way, under my bottom, the sound restricted by my soft caressing flesh. Arching her back again, Lilia bent backwards, throwing her head to the rear and opening her mouth in a long wail of complete exultation, I was impressed at sight of the ridges on the pink roof of her mouth, and the almost perfect alignment of her teeth.

Sighing, almost, but not quite fully satisfied. I raised my hips, and he gulped in great draughts of air, his body overwhelmed with sensation, before he lay still underneath me, his warm breath blowing over my engorged labia.

She in turn, slowly rose up on her knees, her thighs gradually straightening. I watched in wonderment as the length of his penis came into view, her vaginal lips vibrating against the ridges along the sides of his shaft, until it plopped out, with a gush of rich semen, and fell limply onto his pubis. Long strands of slippery fluid dribbled out of her vagina, joining her to him with a sort of elasticy string. She knelt there looking at me with an expression of triumph on her face, at what she’d done to him with my help.

In the meantime, he had fallen asleep, completely drained. She indicated with her hand to get off the bed, and we both tiptoed into the ensuite, me holding my skirt and slip up to keep it dry. We washed the inside of our thighs and our crotches, when we finished and dried ourselves Lilia spoke.

“While he’s sleeping, let’s go downstairs and have another brandy.”

“Sounds good to me.”

We sneaked out of his bedroom while he lay there almost motionless, slowly recovering from his exertions. It felt strangely erotic to go downstairs without my knickers, my bare groin and bottom feeling curiously vulnerable as the cool air wafted under my slip with each step I took. Arriving in her dad’s study, she poured us two generous helpings of brandy, and we stood quietly together sipping the warming spirits. She smiled as we looked at each other.

“Well Lucy, how did you like that.”

“It was quite a surprise, and a little bit of a shock. How long have you been doing that?”

“Quite some time Lucy, quite some time.”

I looked at her expectantly as I waited for more explanation.

“I looked after him as he was growing up, I was the archetypal big sister. I was always protecting him, but I did boss him around a lot, more than perhaps I should have. It just happened between us, one evening a few years ago, mum and dad had gone out to a dinner dance and left us alone in the house.”

She paused, smiling to herself at the memory, before continuing.

“We were teasing each other, I’d been bullying him, and he was chasing me around the house, we ended up in my bedroom, play fighting, wrestling. Somehow, we ended up on my bed with him between my legs. I could feel him down there, stiff, hard and excited. Our eyes met, and before we knew it, my dress was up, my knickers were off, his trousers were down, and he was in me.”

Pausing again, as she collected her thoughts, before she continued.

“It just happened, like the most natural thing in the word. He’d laughed at my surprise, and said ‘not so bossy now, are you’. He was right, I submitted to him willingly and it was delightful, better than anything I’d had before, and the thought of it being forbidden gave it an extra spiciness. As you know I wasn’t a virgin, we, you and I, both lost that very early, but I took his cherry, and we were good together. We’ve been at it ever since, and we have incredible sex every chance we get.”

“Go on.”

“It’s difficult to explain, but it’s the most exciting and enjoyable thing I’ve ever done, when I say that we’re really good together, it doesn’t do it justice.”

“Yes, I can believe that, as I watched you, it was almost as if you were one, made for each other, and he was pretty good I must say.”

“Isn’t he though, God, he makes me feel things I never knew I would.”

“Mmmmm, it was good to watch, you’ve taught him well Lilia.”

“At least when he goes up to uni, he will have a great time chasing all the little frillies around, they won’t be disappointed in him either I should think.”

“Won’t you be jealous?”

“No, not a bit, I know that whoever he takes to bed, he’ll always come back to me, he’s mine forever.”

We sipped our drinks, and she topped the snifters up, listening to sounds of him stirring upstairs.

“Would you do me one favour Lucy? A really big one I know, it’s almost impossible to ask, but would you do it for me Lucy, please.”

“Yes of course, what is it.”

“You know how much he’s wanted you?”

“Yes, I’d be blind if I didn’t.”

“Let him have you, let him realise his dream, and let me watch as he does you, please Lucy, please.”

“What if he tells his friends? My life could turn into a constant barrage of ‘chat ups’ because they think they are entitled to try to take me as well.”

“Think about it, he can’t say anything now, you have something very personal on him, and he knows that. If you were to tell people what you saw, he’d be in a world of trouble.”

“Perhaps Lilia, but you’d be in it as well.”

“No, he knows that I’d play innocent and imply that he coerced me into it. Don’t worry Lucy, he’ll keep his mouth shut. Additionally, having you is something he’s dreamed about since he first found out what his penis was really for.”

I thought for a few moments, turning her suggestion over in my mind, remembering him as he thrust himself into her when she sat down over his penis, pulling him in completely. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was incredibly turned on by seeing them together, brother and sister, and I knew I wanted to try him.

“All right then, just for you, but only tonight, and only for you, never ever again after that.”

“Good, thank you Lucy, we’d better go back up, it sounds as though he’s coming back to life.”

We went back up the stairs with me going first, Lilia behind me, feeling her breath on the back of my thighs as we ascended the treads. I could feel her closeness as we went up and hear her excitement as she breathed heavily behind me on the way up.

“My god, you look lovely without your knickers Lucy, the stockings and suspenders just frame your bum, it looks like a a juicy apple just waiting for someone to take a bite.”

Leaning close to my behind, she nibbled and gently bit into the soft flesh of my bottom, raising my level of arousal as I contemplated the forthcoming sexual encounter with Martin. Yes, Martin, her brother, her lover, and made particularly exciting by the thought of her watching us.

Entering his bedroom, we saw that he was fully recovered, leaning back onto his elbows his penis erect and ready. Lilia smiled at him and moved closer to the edge of the bed.

“I’ve got a present for you my darling, would you like me to unwrap it for you?”

“What do you mean, ‘a present’ sis?”

“Watch.”

With that she pulled me closer to the bed, and unbuttoned my blouse, turning me by the shoulders, she slipped it off, allowing it to fall to the floor, joining my panties and her stockings in a crumpled pile of lacy clothing. From behind me, she unhooked my bra, pulling the shoulder straps off, it too fell to the floor. Reaching under my arms, she gently held my breasts in her hands, lifting them slightly while she flicked my nipples with her fingertips, causing them to quiver and vibrate like two pink springy tubes. Martin’s eyes grew larger and larger, as he absorbed the vision in unfolding in front of him.

Unfastening the side zip of my skirt, and unhooking the waist band, the heavy panelled clothing fell to my ankles, followed by my slip. I stepped out of them, as she undid the fasteners of the suspender tails, smoothly unrolling my tightly fitting stockings, and finally pulling the suspender belt off, leaving me completely naked under his astonished gaze.

“Just wait a minute, there’s a bit more yet.”

She quickly stripped herself, until she too was completely undressed, her black lace underwear, contrasting with my light blue lingerie in a seemingly foaming pile of frilly satin, nylon and lace in the heap by the side of the bed, where Martin lay, his penis stiff and throbbing, leaking precum from his urethra.

He sighed as he realised what she was offering him, what was about to fulfil his long-held dream, me. I climbed up onto his bed, and lay alongside him, reaching for his face, and kissing him, long, passionately and hungrily. Lilia got onto the mattress beside me, her head down by my hips, and I took his shoulders pulling him over and onto my body, opening my knees and allowing him to slip in between them. Feeling him trembling with excitement and the smooth feel of his body brushing over mine, his belly rubbing against mine, like a warm blanket.

We paused for a moment looking into each others eyes. I could feel Lilia’s bush tickling my upper arm, and I could smell her excitement as she grew moist, she shifted down to look underneath my raised thigh. He held his weight on his elbows and knees as he advanced his cock towards my wet, and eagerly waiting vaginal lips, engaging his helmet into my vestibule as my labia opened like a sweet rose to accept his first thrust.

There was still a bit of tension and perhaps anxiety within me, this was different, usually the men I went with were almost all strangers, or short-term acquaintances. Sometimes they were men I targeted and deliberately seduced, others, I’d briefly met, didn’t know, and were simply quick opportunistic, and raw sex. He was different, I’d known him for a long time, he was familiar and we were making that fatal transition from friends to lovers. Unconsciously I tensed up, as he pressed into me, my vaginal entrance clamping him as he moved inward, making him struggle to get in. He sighed as he touched me with his exposed helmet, the foreskin pulled back, stretched so tightly that it was almost achingly painful to him.

His sister lifted my knee higher to get a better view.

“God Lucy, you should see what I’m seeing, it’s incredible. His end is just inside you, and I can see you stretching. Relax a bit and let him fill you, you’ll love it.”

He was quite big, and I felt myself opening and allowing him to slowly enter me. His eyes were wide with surprise and to a degree disbelief as he found himself doing to me, the thing he had yearned for, longed for, almost pined for over quite a number of years. Applying a little force to overcome my muscle resistance until with a bit of of a pop, he plunged completely inside me. I felt a sharp tingling pain, as my vagina stretched suddenly to accommodate his thick shaft.

The rim of his glans, passed through those first few inches of highly sensitive nerve endings. His helmet, thick and smooth flowed under my pubic bone on its way into me, dragging across the small patch of reactive spongy tissue just underneath it. I could feel the legs of my clitoris surrounding the entrance to my pussy, twitching as they responded to the stimulation.

He held himself there, buried deep into my soft wetness, and smilingly held my eyes in his gaze, as the enormity of what he was at last experiencing dawned on his realisation. He’d relished every second of his slow steady intrusion into my vagina, even when my muscles relaxed, and he’d rushed those last few inches into me. I angled my hips so that he had a comfortable access to my warm and hungry pussy, the tip of my clitoris was erect and extended out from under it’s hood, the sensation of him inside me was both exquisite and exhilarating. I felt full, warm, tingling and stretched all at once. I confess that I really love sex, and this was at the top end of my scale of enjoyment.

I could feel Lilia’s cheek pressed against the underside of my thigh, as she craned her neck underneath me to get a good view. Martin started to probe and thrust, slowly and pulling himself almost completely back, allowing her to see the shiny wet shaft as it was exposed almost completely, before re-immersing itself inside my dark secret innards again. I could see from his eyes that he was savouring the sensation, yet still having difficulty accepting that he was actually making love with me, after all his years of waiting, and never thinking that he actually would some day. He felt bigger than I’d first thought him to be, and as he penetrated me, I started to feel the pleasure of his slow thrusting, I understood to some degree how his sister felt when they were making love, for a 19-year-old, he was very good. She had taught him well, and I was reaping the benefits of her tutelage as she watched.

The bed groaned, rattled, creaked and the mattress springs twanged under our combined weight, as he increased the rapidity of his thrusts. The sounds of our activity were increasingly erotic to me, as we rose and fell together, moaning and panting, with Lilia making ecstatic expressions of delight at what she saw. She placed her hand on my hip, pushing me over towards my left side, I raised my leg and hooked my heel behind his thigh, allowing her an even better view, and increasing my gratification as he plunged in and out of me. My stomach tensed as a ball of tightness grew in my belly, making my bottom pucker in delight at his ministrations. I wrapped my arms around his upper chest, holding him tightly, my fingers digging into the soft muscles under his shoulder blades.

Lilia was beginning to take an active part in what we were all doing together, kissing the side of my buttocks, her hand deep between her thighs as she fingered herself, the rich slippery fluid of her excitement flowing over her knuckles. She reached up between our legs, and gently squeezed his balls, softly massaging his sac, and tickling his under parts, until he flexed his pelvis and threw her hand off.

I was so absorbed by what he was doing to me. Almost helpless under his body as he raised my senses up to a height of ecstasy, I was only partly aware of her changing position and lying alongside me. His head had dropped down to my neck and shoulder as he buried his face, breathing hard, his hot breath flowing around to the back of my shoulders. His hands had slipped slowly down my back, cupping the cheeks of my buttocks, and pulling me apart, enabling his thick base to stretch me wide at the deepest part of each thrust, it was blisteringly good, and I lost control of myself, feeling my body being shaken around underneath him as though I was a soft rag doll.

She kissed me, hard, her tongue probing my lips, and entering my mouth, keeping time with his rhythmic pounding. Her lips disengaged and she kissed her way down to my breast, where she took my nipple and aureole inside her mouth, her teeth rubbing over the sensitive tissue, as she rolled my nipple around with the tip of her tongue.

His voice came from behind my shoulder, muffled and breathless.

“Ooooh, this is wonderful, I never thought I’d be doing this with you, I must be dreaming. Mmmmm, you’re so soft, warm and tight down there, it feels as though my cock is wrapped in warm slippery silk, oh god it’s lovely, oooh Lucy. Oooooh!”

I’d tightened my buttocks and clenched my muscles gripping his penis in a tight warm embrace. Causing him to exclaim at the end of his whispered compliments. In the meantime, his sister had slipped her hand underneath my thighs, and caressing my fourchette, took some of our fluids onto her fingertips, before bringing them to her lips, and tasting the thick rich lubricants.

He’d been thrusting into me for almost 8 or 9 minutes, and after our earlier session he was tiring quickly. Noticing that his tempo was slowing, but becoming deeper and more forceful I knew he was close to his climax. I moved my hands down to his hips, pulling his pelvis closer in towards me. His eyes were bulging from the effort of holding his orgasm back, and I could see the fine sweat beading on his forehead. Lilia had become very still, watching, fascinated by the reactions of both Martin and I. My mouth was open as I moaned loudly, the tight ball of tense muscles feeling as though it was about to explode. My insides felt as though they were being gripped by a large paw, and twisted violently into a vibrant jelly, responding with a sharp delightful stabbing, tingling sensation with each of his powerful thrusts.

His sister watched on, over us, astonished at her brother’s prowess, and at my abject physical helplessness as I succumbed to the physical responses that he was generating within me. She touched my nipple and took a sharp intake of breath at how hard it had become. Observing our activities had made her realise just how good he was and seeing me in the state of almost complete abandon, something she had never seen before, shocked, yet thrilled her to the core. She sighed and moaned at the delight she was experiencing as a witness to what was a really a complete domination of my body by him.

She took pleasure from my helplessness, my inability to control myself, or him, and she laughed gently as she saw my physical contortions, building up to what was going to be a fairly powerful vaginal orgasm for me. I was at his mercy with no control whatsoever over an orgasm that he had mastery over, and one that I realised she’d engineered and enabled on Martin’s behalf.

Holding himself back, he’d managed to pound away in me for almost 15 minutes, and I was almost delirious form the intensity of his sexual perpetration. I reached to point of release, and with a shrill scream, I felt the ball of tension inside me, burst, and flow fiercely through my body, my vulva clenched and flexed, my vaginal canal convulsed and gripped his shaft like a velvet vice, holding him inside as my cervix and uterus jerked and twitched and I experienced a very powerful vaginal ejaculation, flushing my sweet, cloudy white fluids out over the barrel of his cock, soaking his base and scrotal sac, and running in a hot slippery stream, over my perineal skin, and between the body crease of my bottom before soaking into his bedsheets.

He froze, head up eyes tightly closed, as he strained against the warm grip of my vaginal canal, holding me tightly as he pumped pulse after pulse of his powerful ejaculate into my warm receptive body. I lay there under him, marvelling at how much fluid he produced, feeling it trickle down inside the crease of my bum, warm, rich and slippery. His skin stuck to mine, with our perspiration acting like a seal. All the time Lilia was kissing and stroking my breasts and flanks. Clearly enjoying the sight of what he’d done to me.

Slowly but surely, he regained his composure and began to lift himself up from me, our skin parting with a delicious tingle. His penis was still very sensitive, so he was carful as he withdrew from me. I felt a slight sting as his helmet stretched my labia on the way out, and resolved to check myself later to make sure he hadn’t torn me down there.

He rolled off me, and collapsed onto his back, whimpering and shivering from the extreme sensation and emotion of finally having me. I was in no better position, almost completely unable to move, with the warm but powerful pulsing inside me, as wave after wave of post orgasmic feelings swept and roared through my lower body, my uterus squirming and my tummy churning in exuberant delight at what had been generated inside my most feminine of parts.

Lilia scrambled over me, I felt her bush slide featherlike over my stomach, as she moved to his other side, the two of us framing him between our ripe nubile bodies. We lay there slowly recovering our breath and the reduction of our heart rates. With her wrapped around his chest her leg over his hips, and his hand resting gently on my pubic pad, we all three of us fell deeply asleep drained by our joint sexual exertions.

At some point during the night, in the wee small hours, and while I was half asleep in that fuzzy moment between drowsiness and awakening, he was in me once again, his body over mine, but although it was quick I remember the warm enjoyment of what he did, smooth yet effective, it felt nice, warm and oddly comforting. He finished quickly and I went back to sleep in the darkness of the room, contented and fulfilled with a strong sense of wellbeing.

Waking again, as the dawn outside started to lighten the room, I felt them both together next to me on the bed, there was a slow squeaking of bedsprings, matched with the rhythmic rattling of the headboard as they lay with each other, in the missionary position, engaging in one of those long slow delectable screws, which was sweet and heavenly in their mutual enjoyment.

Rising quietly in an attempt to lessen the risk of disturbing them, thwarted by the ripping sound as the sheet which had stuck to my bottom with dried semen and vaginal output. I gathered my clothes from the floor. Glancing over at the two of them as they writhed slowly together, his hips describing smooth round undulating movement as he thrust deeply into her. Her eyes were open and fixed on mine, with a smile of both enjoyment and dignified triumph as she experienced what I’d received earlier. She winked as I stole out of his bedroom and tiptoed along the landing to the guest room where I’d dropped my overnight bag earlier. It was just after 4:30am, so I quickly washed myself, and dressed in a pair of light cotton panties and my pyjamas before climbing gratefully into bed and falling asleep almost immediately.

The knock on the guest room door woke me at just after 11:00am, and Lilia whispered to me as she entered.

“Come down and we’ll have a light breakfast together.”

Struggling to get out from under the warm comfort of the duvet, I stretched and followed her out, walking quietly downstairs to the kitchen. She poured out two glasses of fruit juice, and two bowls of cornflakes with fresh chilled milk, which we enjoyed in mutual silence.

Catching her eye I asked.

“How’s Martin?”

“Flat out, we’ve drained him almost completely between the two of us, he’ll be asleep for hours yet.”

I didn’t say anything, just smiled to myself in reflection of the nights events, reliving the feelings in my groin, as I was still experiencing the afterglow of really good sex. After a few minutes she asked.

“Well Lucy, what did you think of that, wasn’t he good?”

“Oh my god, yes he was, I really enjoyed him, I hope you weren’t disappointed with what you saw either.”

“It was magnificent, to see him disappearing inside you, your tight little pussy taking him in all the way, and watching you reduced to a blubbering wreck as he pounded you until you were almost senselessness. It was both wonderfully exciting, and a little disturbing at the same time.”

“I have to admit, it was a night full of surprises, but a very satisfying one in the end.”

“I suppose you’ll be wanting to go home soon?”

“Yes, I’ll sneak away before he wakes up if you don’t mind.”

“No, that’s fine, I understand, I’m just pleased you enjoyed yourself, and it was worth you coming over wasn’t it.”

I laughed lightly as the enormity of our experience struck me.

“True Lilia, I came over to come, unexpectedly, but I came nonetheless.”

“Take a shower, get dressed and when you’re ready, drive out quietly just like when you arrived, I’ll take care of Martin, I haven’t quite finished with him yet.”

We tiptoed upstairs and she waited in the room as I showered, watching me as I checked my vulva for cuts and tears, thankfully finding none, although I was still slightly swollen there was no damage. She talked lightly as I dressed in comfortable clothing, fresh cotton knickers and bra, cotton slacks, and a sweatshirt. I repacked my overnight bag with my soiled underwear and clothing.

We went quietly back downstairs again, and headed for the back door, pausing before she opened it to let me out. She kissed me, a lingering kiss that made my spine tingle, and looking me in the eye whispered.

“There’s one last secret I have to share with you Lucy, and after last night I trust you implicitly with it.”

“Of course, you know that I respect our friendship, the trust and confidentiality we’ve had ever since we’ve known each other.”

She took on a serious expression, with her voice low and sensually husky, she leaned close as she told me.

“I’m pregnant, only about six weeks, but very definitely pregnant, and I’m carrying Martin’s child.”

“Oh god, what are you going to do? Will you keep it?”

“Yes, of course we’re going to keep it, it’s what we’ve both wanted.”

“How are you going to handle the fallout from your parents?”

“We won’t tell them, and there’s little chance of them finding out, so it’s not a significant concern, yes I’ll tell them about the baby, but I’ll imply it was some other man who is the father.”

“What about your future though, you’re both very young to embark on family life, particularly with such a huge secret to contain between yourselves?”

“We’re going to live together, I’ve put the deposit on a small house near where he’s going to university, the mortgage was granted last week. We’ve exchanged contracts and we’re due to complete in a few weeks. We’ll live together as man and wife. He will attend his course and graduate and start working in his chosen field of electronics. I have got a new job near Southampton which I start the week after mum and dad come back from holiday. It was a recruiting consultant who found the opening, and I have a great reputation in HR, so it was a very successful interview and prompt appointment.”

“But, what about your healthcare, anti natal, post natal, blood grouping and all of that?”

“We’ve got it all arranged, there are people I know who are qualified, and despite the professional risks have agreed to take care of me, we’ve had our genetics tested and we’re completely compatible. There are no inherent gene problems, so we’ll be fine. You’d be surprised if you knew how many people have pregnancies with family members.”

I was a bit doubtful, but she was among my closest friends, and it was making her happy. I said my goodbyes, and got into my car, starting and coasting down the drive, she opened the gates with the remote controller and I drove away, feeling full and contented.

Several week later, I received a text from her, advising me of her new address, and inviting me to visit her before Martin went down to join her. I phoned her back to ask how she was and agreed to go and see her at the weekend.

The new house was very nice, modern, lots of glass, light and airy, it had the advantage that it was close to the university, and only a short drive to her new job. She was now heading towards her twelfth week and starting to show.

“You have the beginnings of a lovely little baby bump there Lilia, and you’re blooming, being an expectant mum suits you.”

“I know, and I’m really enjoying it, my tests have all come back showing normally and there’s nothing to worry about, the baby is healthy, progressing well, and everything is fine.”

“Have you told your parents yet?”

“No, but it’s going to be difficult hiding it the next time I see them. I have my cover story ready, about how she’s the result of a one-night stand at a party, with I man I didn’t know.”

“She? So, it’s a girl then, how lovely for you. Can I be a godmother?”

“Of course you can, I hadn’t even thought of anyone else.”

We spent the afternoon talking and a little bit of planning for the future, until I left to drive home that evening. My thoughts were a scramble, but I was very happy for her, Martin was giving her a lot of emotional support. I just hoped that her parents, would treat her well once they found out she was expecting, though not who the father was. I knew they would, but still, I had an element of anxiety, after all my mother had been treated very harshly by my grandparents when they found out she was carrying me, and didn’t know which man of five or six had been my father.

I spent the rest of the drive home, remembering that delightful night with them both, how they had made me feel during our time in bed together, and the level of trust she showed in me as she revealed her and Martin’s very special secrets……..