Thank You Sis Ch. 3

Hello,

When I wrote ‘Thank You Sis,’ I intended it to be a stand-alone story. Little did I realize how well received it would be, or how many of you would ask for more.

So, I wrote Chapter Two, and ended the tale with a ‘happily ever after.’

Still, there was demand for details of Phil and Joie’s ‘consummation’ so I now present Chapter Three, which will be the final chapter: For sure.

I also wrote this as a ‘Thank You’ for all the flattering feedback, and the positive voting. I hope you are not disappointed.

If you have not yet read at least one of the previous chapters, I strongly encourage you to do so before reading this one. I skipped all the character development here and got right to the point.

Chicago Bob

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Part I – A Little Background

As I have explained before, the relationship between my sister, Joie, and I grew intimate over many years. We first shared an apartment after our parents kicked her out on her eighteenth birthday, when she announced she was a lesbian. During the year we lived together, we shared details of your sexual experiences, but never even thought of being together ourselves.

After she found a job and got her own apartment, our sharing continued and we would get together almost every Wednesday evening for dinner and conversation. We were best friends as well as siblings, and we very much enjoyed our time together.

Gradually, as her sexual exploits expanded, our stories became more explicit and we eventually shared the fact that very often we both masturbated, in the privacy of our own homes, after our Wednesday evening story telling.

Once the cat was out of the bag, so to speak, we began to masturbate while we told our stories. But even then we wouldn’t touch each other. We were content just to watch the other as we pleasured ourselves.

After my 30th birthday party, which Joie planned for me, our relationship became much more intimate. God, how could it not? Joie ‘researched’ my taste in women and somehow got three of the hottest babes I had ever seen to entertain me.

Jill, Liz, and Pam took turns stripping for me, then sucking my cock, till I blasted a huge load all over them. Then they took turns climaxing repeatedly on my tongue. All this before they did their best to fuck my brains out.

Pam is bi and the party was the only time I was with her. But Jill and Liz are straight and the three of us have developed a close personal and sexual relationship, a relationship that includes my sister.

A few months after the party, Joie and I had our first physical contact, only oral mind you, but because of that night she decided to throw her lesbian prohibitions to the wind, and have intercourse with me. However we had to wait for Joie to get settled on the pill, as none of us wanted to risk a pregnancy. The wait was because condoms were out of the question. Joie insisted that her first time with me had to be all skin and, again, we all agreed.

It has now been over three months, as she had to wait until after her period to start, and we all agreed with her doctor who insisted that at least three periods should pass before the medication reached maximum effectiveness. So, as much as we wanted to consummate our relationship, we all decided it was better to wait it out.

I am amazed at how the really important decisions in our lives are starting to be made my committee. I am even more amazed that the decisions are always unanimous.

It has been a long wait, but all three girls have kept me occupied with plenty of blowjobs, and an outlandish amount of good old down home loving.

They have also developed intimate relationships between themselves. We were all kind of surprised by that, especially Jill and Liz who thought of themselves as being completely ‘straight.’ They are now more than happy, however, to be with my sister, and each other, too. Like I mentioned before, lesbian sex is not my thing, but when the women involved are my lovers, whom I love dearly, it’s a real turn on, especially when they are sucking my cum out of each other’s pussies. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, ‘I’m one lucky guy.’

Part II – It’s Time

Joie had started her ‘third period’ over a week ago, and we had agreed that this Saturday would be the night. Jill, the organizer, had assured me they intended to make it a special evening, which really fanned the flames of my desire. We had had many special evenings before, and these three beauties never failed to create highly charged, extremely erotic occasions for us all.

As arranged, the girls arrived at six. They carried bags of food, wine, and what I knew were changes of clothes. They were dressed similarly, in tank tops, shorts and sandals. As always, I marveled at their beauty. Individually they were stunning. Together they stopped traffic.

We kissed hello and they dropped the sacks of food in the kitchen then moved, in caravan, to the bedroom. When they returned to the living room they were without bras, and I wondered if they had lost their panties as well.

We sat in our usual places, Jill and Liz on the couch, Joie on the side chair, and me in the easy chair.

“OK,” said Jill, “we have all waited a long time for this, and the girls and I have formulated a plan. A plan that we think will be to your liking.” She was looking at me.

“Just as long as Joie is happy, I’m pretty much ready for anything.”

Liz continued, “Joie thought of it, so we know she’ll be happy. But the secrete ingredient, necessary for us all to be able to claim true success, is for you, Phillip our love, to produce buckets of cum.”

They were all grinning at me, and it was Joie who spoke next, “So, dear brother, while we prepare our dinner, we are also going to prepare you. But, only we can touch you. You can’t touch us, understand?”

I looked at my sister, “Not even a little touching? How about hugs and kisses?”

Liz said, “OK, hugs and kisses.”

Jill and Joie glared at her. It seemed she was suddenly going against the plan.

Liz was giving a good impression of a pouting child, “But I like hugs and kisses, and so do you two. How about hugs and kisses, but no tits or pussies, or tushes?”

“You’re right,” said Joie, “no hugs and kisses is asking too much.”

She looked at me, “You can kiss us and hug us, but that’s all. Until later, of course.”

All agreed, they stood and headed for the kitchen. On her way, Liz stopped in front of me and pulled the top of her shirt down. Leaning forward she wiggled her shoulders exposing her magnificent breasts.

“You can thank me with a kiss.”

I sat up straight and kissed her on the mouth.

“No, touching!” It was Jill and Joie speaking at the same time.

I didn’t touch and all three women set to work on dinner. I quickly surmised they had planned a simple menu; mini meatballs and veggies for appetizers, a simple green salad, fried rice, and a copious amount of jumbo shrimp for the entree. Jill set a home made apple pie on the counter which would be dessert, if we got that far.

Joie came up to me and put her arms around me, crushing her breasts into my chest. “Why don’t you get out of these clothes. All we want on you for awhile is a pair of boxers. Change into the black pair, but don’t look in the bags.”

I changed and didn’t look. When I returned to the kitchen they all applauded. They are so thoughtful.

Joie came over to me once again and this time lifted her shirt over her breasts. She hugged me and then leaned back a little and rubbed her tits against me.

“Now, isn’t that better?”

“You know it is.”

She smiled sweetly, “Yes, I do.”

She then sunk to her knees and pulled my hardening cock out through the fly of the boxers. She looked at it carefully as she held it between her thumb and forefinger. Then she looked up at me.

“I’ve waited a long time for tonight, dear brother. I can’t tell you how much I want to feel you in me, how much I want you to finally fill me with your cum. Every time you’ve shot into my mouth, on my face, over my tits, my empty pussy has spasmed in protest. It doesn’t like being ignored. Well tonight, my hot, wet, horny pussy will spasm around your hard cock as I climax when you fill me with your sweet, loving, cum.”

“I love it when you talk dirty.”

“I know.” She was grinning broadly.

She took my cock into her mouth and almost gulped me down. When her nose was smashed against my stomach she cupped my balls and fondled them gently.

I was in heaven. No matter how many times any of them did this to me, it was always exciting. Every time was as good as the first.

Since that first night, Joie had worked diligently to learn to deep-throat my cock, and she could now please me endlessly with her mouth. And she often did.

After what was a long time, even for her, she pulled back and let me fall from her mouth.

She rose and kissed me, “It’s my turn at the stove.”

She left me standing there, my cock pointing at the ceiling.

Liz came over to me and said, “Oh, is the poor boy lonely?”

Then she knelt and swallowed me. Only instead of keeping me buried in her throat, she bobbed up and down on my shaft, giving me exquisite pleasure.

Just when I was starting to think about cuming in her mouth she pulled back and stood. She winked at me before she turned and walked away.

Jill, not to be outdone, stripped off her shirt and pressed her perfect breasts into me.

She kissed me lightly and said, “You are going to love this night like no other night you have ever had. Liz and I are so hot to watch you fuck your sister, you can’t believe it.”

Then Jill grabbed my cock in her right hand and started to slide up and down against my body. Forcing her right leg between mine, she humped me like a dog, grinding her crotch into my thigh while she stroked my cock.

Have I mentioned Jill is the playful one?

After not nearly enough time she pulled away, smiling. “Too much more of that and I’ll get myself off.”

“That would be bad?”

“Let’s try it some time when we’re both naked.” She grinned and left me.

I wondered how much more of this teasing I could expect. It didn’t take long to find out.