Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 12:13:03 -0500
From: Johnny Smile <johnnysmile@ureach.com>
Subject: Sam (M/M/F Incest) [Revised]

I sat outside the door to Claire's room, listening to
her and Sam moaning and grunting inside.  He came over
every afternoon to fuck my sister before our mother
came home.  This happened to be the Friday that my
mother left for a weekend with the girls.  They were
probably going to do it all weekend!

Sam and Claire are both Seniors at my high school.
They've been dating for eight months now.  Claire is a
Varsity Track and Field leader, and Treasurer of her
class.  Sam is the classic jock: lettered in football,
wrestling, tennis, and baseball.  They're one of the
couples on campus.  And here I am, listening outside
the door to them having sex.

My name is Chris.  I'm a freshman.  I don't do sports.
I don't do class politics.  What I do do, is
skateboarding, computer programming, and dance clubs.
C'mon, I'm fifteen.  And gay.  What am I gonna do?
Sock hops?  Not even!  Try raves!

I slid my hands up the leg of my shorts and squeezed
my dick.  Damn, Sam could go forever!  I swear, every
day it's at least an hour!

Without warning, the door I was leaning against fell
away, and there I was, flat on my back, hand on my
dick, with Sam standing naked over me and Claire
watching from the bed.

I quickly righted myself, stammering to find an excuse
that wouldn't make the situation worse.  As I was
doing this, I realized that they were both smiling.
They weren't angry?  They must think I'm a total dink!

"Havin' fun?"  Sam asked.  He looked massive!  First
of all, I was still on my knees.  To add to that, Sam
is six-feet-four-inches tall and built like an Olympic
athlete

I felt my mouth go completely dry, and my vision began
to drop, taking in all of Sam.  His hair was dark
brown, almost black, and cut to just below his nose.
Right now it was soaked with sweat and who knows what
else, and hung limply straight down.  His goatee was
also soaked.  His shoulders were broad and straight,
falling down into thick, bulging arms.  His chest and
stomach were ripped - he had no fat anywhere on his
body!  There was a very light, almost invisible layer
of hair across his chest and down the center of his
abs (that was no mere belly).  The hair blossomed
again at his crotch, becoming a dense forest
surrounding his thick cock.  His dick stood out firmly
between his tree-trunk thighs, veins a visible relief
against the otherwise smooth shaft.  His balls hung a
couple inches below, swinging freely.

I realized that I was staring at his dick (his
massive, mouthwatering, manly dick), and wrestled my
eyes away.  Claire was staring at me, smiling.

"Like what you see?"  She asked.  She was completely
nude, too, and made no move to cover herself.  She
looked perfectly happy - though I suppose I would be,
too, if Sam had just railed me.

I stammered some more, trying to say anything that
could pass for a normal thought.  Sam offered his hand
and smiled.  Even his smile was hot!  I took the
offered help, and was mightily hoisted to my feet.
Instead of letting go, though, Sam spun me around and
held me from behind, pinning me to him by my own arm.
He turned, taking me with him.

Now I was facing Claire, Sam standing directly behind
me.  One of my arms was crossed in front of me, Sam
still grasping it in one hand, the other flat against
my stomach to keep me from turning away.

"So how long have you been spying on us?"  Claire
asked.  I never noticed how big her tits were - her
nipples stood out like dark brown points, such a
contrast to her golden tan skin.  She was lying on her
back, one arm propping her up a bit, the other
reaching down to touch herself.  She had soft dark
blonde pubic hair, and her fingers kept sliding over
her cunt.

I admit, I'm gay.  I don't know much of anything about
what a woman's got down below.  I have no idea what's
what.  So I don't know how to describe to you what I
was seeing.  But I know that hard-on in my shorts
wasn't only because of Sam.  Mostly, but not only.

She sat up and swung her feet from the bed.  "So, what
are we gonna do with him?"  She asked Sam.  She smiled
slyly, in a way that I hadn't really seen her do
before.

"I know what I'd like to do."  Sam said.  I could feel
the deep rumbling from his chest against my back. When
he said it, he pushed his hips forward, and I could
feel his stiff cock poke me.

Oh my god!  Sam was gonna fuck me!  Oh, please, god,
let Sam fuck me!

"What's that, sweetie?"  Claire asked Sam.

I could feel his goatee brushing the back of my neck,
his warm breath against my skin.  "I think we should
make him earn his keep."  He kissed my neck!  "He got
to hear us have sex, I think he should have to perform
for us."

I used my free hand to cover Sam's, and pressed myself
back against him.  It was now or never, and I wasn't
going to miss this opportunity!  Sam took the hint,
and planted his mouth firmly against mine.  We kissed
over and over, his soft lips mashing against mine so
deliciously.  And then I felt his tongue stab into me.
I latched on, and sucked his tongue for a moment,
before he pulled it away and nibbled my chin.  He was
only gone a moment, and back again.  I could kiss this
man forever!

I felt him open my pants and jerk my dick out.  Oh
god...he was going to...do it...

There was a very hot, wet, soft feeling surround my
dick, and I knew he was doing it!  I felt his kisses
on my neck as he sucked me off-

My eyes flew open when I figured out what was really
happening: my sister Claire was sucking me off!  It
wasn't Sam!  I wanted to cry out in protest, but Sam
still had his magnificent mouth on top of mine.  He
had released my arm, and one hand softly pinched my
nipple.

He finally backed away from my lips, and smiled at me.
His green eyes sparkled with mischief.  He licked his
lips slowly, seductively, and then looked down.  I
took a breath, and looked with him.

Claire was very slowly, methodically washing my cock
with her tongue.  I was torn by the incredible
sensations and the horror that it was her!  I don't
like girls anyway, but I could get over it if it
weren't my older sister!

Sam's other hand cupped Claire's head and pushed her
face forward.  She opened her mouth and my whole dick
disappeared into it!  I could feel her nose pressed
against my abdomen, and the strangest spasms around
the tip of my dick.  Of wow, my sister was deep-
throating me!  Sam was making her go all the way down!

"She likes it when I force her to suck it all."  Sam
whispered in my ear.  I felt his teeth softly bite my
ear.  I just moaned.  "What about you?"  He asked
softly.  He grabbed my chin gently, stroking my lips
with his index finger.  "Do you like to be forced to
take it all?"

He slipped his first two fingers into my mouth,
rubbing gently over my tongue.  I sucked on them
gladly, rejoicing that I had any part of Sam in me.  I
became acutely aware that Claire was going all out on
my dick now, trying to bring me off.  She was good,
too!  I think the only reason I hadn't blown yet was
that she was my sister.  That was supremely weirding
me out!

Sam reached further into my mouth with his two finger.
"Don't gag."  He directed.  "You'll be fine."  He
kissed my forehead, pushing his fingers in a little
more.  "You've already got it."  He announced to me.
"My fingers are all the way in, and a little bit down
your throat."  He smiled, and said, " `Course, my
cock's bigger than my fingers."

I coughed, and he pulled his fingers free before I
could truly gag and throw-up.  I felt a hand push my
shorts to the floor.  His dick was pressing wetly
against my bare ass!  I could feel this guy I had
lusted over for months rub pre-cum all over my ass!
This can't be happening!

"Damn, Chris!"  Claire barged in on my fantasy.
"You've got some serious staying power!"  She said,
jerking my dick surely.  "Most guys are gone by this
point."

Sam chuckled.  "Most guys aren't your gay brother."

I felt the knee-jerk reaction to protest the label
"gay" but bit it back.  This was not the place to
argue that I didn't like men.  I loved men!  I loved
Sam!

"Sit."  Sam commanded, releasing me from his heavenly
grip.  I dropped next to Claire, who wrapped an arm
around me to hug me.  Or at least I thought.  She
grabbed my T-shirt and pulled it over my head.  Sam
knelt down and pulled my shoes, socks, and shorts from
my feet.

When he stood again, his cock was nearly eye level.  I
stood straight out from his body, swollen and red. The
tip was nearly dripping clear juice.  I couldn't help
it.  I reached out and grabbed it.  I squeezed his
dick, watching the pre-cum ooze from his slit and run
onto the back of my hand, right behind my thumb. Sam
moaned softly.

I felt Claire watching me intently, as I pulled my
hand back slowly, not wanting to end the touch.  But I
had to.  I had to have it.

I licked the back of my hand, tasting the juice from
Sam's fat cock.  I could have died right then and
there.  But I didn't have to.

"How is it?"  Sam asked, smiling at me.  I just nodded
and smiled.  "You want more?"  I nodded again.  I
couldn't actually speak!  It was too much!

Sam stepped forward, arching his hips toward me.  His
dick bounced stiffly, enticing me with its juicy
goodness.  I reached a hand out and grabbed it
possessively, as if he was going to take it away from
me if I didn't lay claim.  Well, I'll definitely lay
claim to it!

I sort of petted his cock for a moment, one hand on
it, the other rolling his balls around.  His dick was
so beautiful!  It was long - at least seven inches.
The circumcised tip bloomed into a perfect round head.
His dick arced up slightly, the thick tube underneath
showing just barely.  The lacework of veins just under
the skin carried the purple-blue blood that fed his
monster...

I leaned forward and licked the head.  It jerked,
squeezing out a bit more pre-cum.  I licked again,
lapping up Sam's fluid.  The head was so soft, so
spongy...

I opened my mouth and took his cock inside.  Fuck, it
was huge!  I knew it was huge before, but then to try
to fit it into my mouth without scraping my teeth
(even though I had never done this before, I knew that
was important).  I sucked on it like a lollipop,
licking it inside my mouth and then backing off, using
my lips to wring any liquid from it before it left my
mouth.

Sam was moaning.  I looked up, and he had his eyes
closed, a beautiful smile spread across his face.  I
licked my lips and sucked him again.

As I continued, I felt his large hand cup the back of
my head.  He didn't force me down onto him, like I
thought he was going to do.  Instead, he just sort of
encouraged me to go a little further.  Each time I
backed off, his hand kept me from pulling completely
from his dick.  When I moved forward again, he guided
me a bit longer, made me swallow a little more.  It
was paradise!  This was paradise!  If I could suck on
Sam for the rest of eternity, I'd be truly, truly
happy!

I felt his hair tickling my nose, and opened my eyes.
I hadn't even realized I'd closed them.  But now I
could see how far I was on Sam.  Almost all the way! I
could feel his thick head pressing into the back of my
throat, and realized that I wasn't gagging!

Wow...Sam was good at training beginners!  Sam was
good at everything!

I pushed forward a little more, urged by the pressure
of his hand, and felt my throat open.  I reached, and
could feel the root of his dick with my lips - almost
the whole thing!

I breathed quickly through my nose, getting excited
knowing I almost had it all!  I heard Claire say,
"Breathe slowly.  Don't hyperventilate."

I had one hand on Sam's thick thigh (his golden,
downy, muscle-strapped thigh) and the other had his
nuts in a pretty tight grip.  He wasn't complaining,
but I relaxed my grip just a bit.  I fingered them as
I sucked, feeling the globes dancing on my fingertips.
So full of manhood...

I felt his cock swell - I didn't think it could have
gotten any bigger - and heard Sam panting.  Shit, he
was gonna cum!  I was gonna get to taste his cum!

He let out a low, deep groan, and I felt the pulse of
semen along the bottom of his dick, and suddenly had
to swallow!  He was cumming in my mouth!  Fuck!  I
swallowed, and he pulled back a bit.  I felt him shoot
three more times onto my tongue, the sweet taste
making me light-headed.  I swallowed again, rubbing
his dickhead with my tongue.  He gave a strangled cry
when I did that, and pulled out completely.

I watched at his dick pumped out the last vestiges of
sperm, flooding from his slit and running down it's
length.  I was totally mesmerized by his pearly-white
cum, glittering along the red shaft.  It slid down and
fell onto my hand, which was still gripping his hefty
balls.

Sam panted a moment, his stomach rippling with each
labored breath.  What a sight!  He ran his hands
through his hair, pushing the damp strands from his
face.  Sweat poured from his body, running down his
face, chest, pits, everywhere.  He brushed my hair
back off my forehead.

"Are you going to finish?"  He smiled.  Oh my god,
yeah...

I first licked my hand, savoring the man-seed he had
leaked.  I sucked the head of his dick into my mouth
again, washing it clean.  He panted again, clearly
still very sensitive.  I sucked, pleased to discover a
bit squirt into my mouth from inside his cock.  I
licked down the length of him eagerly devouring any
residue of his sperm.  It was wonderful!

Eventually, he stepped back.  "That was great."  He
said, winking at me.  "That was your first?"  I
nodded.  "Shit, you're a natural."

I smiled, horribly embarrassed.  "I, uh...I guess it
helps to have someone...someone like you to, uh, work
with..."

He laughed, and stroked my hair again.  "You're cute."
He proclaimed.  From anyone else, that would have felt
demeaning, but from him...  I would be his anything!

"Okay, my turn!"  Claire announced, placing a hand on
my bare back.  "Are you ready, Chris?"

I felt my face drain of color.  "I, uh...I-"

"Are you totally gay?"  She asked sweetly.  "Or
just...kinda?"

"How did you know I was gay?"  I asked.  I never told
anyone!

Sam chuckled, and crawled onto the bed behind us.  He
propped himself up on his side on one elbow.  "You're
gay."  He said.

I rolled my eyes, and smiled at him.  "Well, I know
that."  I couldn't possibly be anything else when he
was in the room.  "But how did you know?"

"Because," Claire said, "Anytime Sam was over, you
wouldn't take you eyes off him.  Because you've never
had a girlfriend, even though you're totally fuckin'
hot.  Because you've got work-out magazines in the
bathroom but you don't work out."  She smiled, and
wrapped her arm around my back, pressing her naked
body to mine, her chin on my shoulder.  "Because
you're gay."

I just looked down.  Kind of stupid to try to deny it
now, after having totally sucked off her boyfriend in
front of her.  I shrugged.  "I'm gay."

She touched my dick, he fingers feather-light.
"Completely...?"

I nodded.  "I've made out with girls before, but I'm
totally gay."  I felt Sam's lips on my back.  His hand
danced on my hip.

"That's cool."  He said.

"Why are you guys doing this?"  I asked.  I had no
idea what could possess either of them to be even
remotely interested in having sex with me.

I saw Claire and Sam exchange very loaded looks, and
smile at each other.  "We promised each other," Claire
said, "that after six months we'd each share a really
big secret with each other."

"Why?"

"Trust."  Sam said simply.  "To prove we trust each
other."  He ran his hand over Claire's cheek.  "And we
do."  She leaned back for a kiss, and he obliged.  I
watched as their lips met, tenderly at first, then his
hand pulled her head closer, and I saw their tongues
reaching out, diving into each other.  It was such a
turn-on, watching them go at it!

Sam lay back, pulling Claire with him.  With him
starting out on his left side behind us, she ended up
with her back to his chest, her head turned.  His
right arm draped over her, teasing her nipple into a
stiff nub.

Sam reached out and pulled me closer.  I turned in to
face them better, and he lifted from Claire to plant
his lips on mine.  Oh, god, his mouth is like sin!  He
could tempt the habit off a nun!  He sucked my tongue
from me, bit gently on it, and dragged me onto him as
well.  I ended up on my side facing him, his head
resting on my shoulder.

We kissed far a moment longer then he went back to
Claire.  I hadn't thought of it before now (for lots
of reasons, not the least of which would be that I was
wonderfully distracted), but he must be having a grand
ol' time - if he's bi, then he's got one of each at
the same time!  Not that I'm the best specimen of the
male species, but then he could never have the best,
since he IS the best!

Sam kissed me again, and I felt Claire move up.  I
opened my eyes, and saw her nibbling Sam's neck.  She
moved up, and kissed his jaw.  I refused to back off
his lips before he pulled away, so I kept kissing. Sam
stopped for a moment, and kissed Claire on the lips,
then me, then Claire again.  I saw his fingers around
the back of her head, and realized what he was doing
too late to stop it.

Suddenly there were three tongues all diving together,
three pairs of lips kissing, three mouths tasting each
other.  Sam pulled back and Claire and I kept going. I
figured what the hell - I've kissed girls before by
choice, and Claire's already sucked my dick, so...

I watched Sam out of the corner of my eye.  He had the
biggest grin on his face...  A glance down the bed
revealed a massive hard-on standing proudly!  Well,
shit, if this did it for him, it was the very least I
could do!

I cupped Claire's head, too, my hand interlacing with
Sam's.  His thumb stroked my hand, and his other hand
cupped my head, pressing my sister and I together.  I
opened my mouth and pushed my tongue between Claire's
lips, kissing her as enthusiastically as I would Sam.

I cupped her breast, feeling the soft skin of a woman
not for the first time.  When raves get going,
sometimes you play with your friends.  I've done this
much with a couple different girls.  Wait-

I pulled from Claire.  She smiled, like a kid in the
cookie jar.  "Mmm, Chris...you're a great kisser."

"Sure is."  Sam agreed affably.

"What's the secret?"  I asked.  They said they shared
a secret, and then started playing with me.  What was
this secret?

Claire smiled at Sam, and Sam smiled at me.  "My
secret was that I was bi."  Sam said. He brushed my
cheek with the backs of his fingers.  "Not much of a
secret now, huh?"  I could feel myself blush.

"Mine was a little more risque."  Claire said
hesitantly.  She looked down, also blushing.  I looked
to Sam.

"She always wanted to fuck you."  Sam said, staring me
down.  "She's wanted to ride you for a while."

I was astonished.  "W-why?"  I stammered.  "Why me?"

Claire smiled shyly.  "You're the sweetest guy I
know."

"Even more than Sam?"  I asked, very aware of his hand
at the back of my neck.  Every time he moved his
fingers, sparks shot through my entire body.

She rolled her eyes mockingly.  "Way more than Sam."

"Hey!"  He argued.  He sat up and wrapped both arms
around her, rolling over and dragging her underneath
him.  He held both her wrists in one hand above her
head, and balanced on his knees between her legs.  His
cock drooled monstrously, twitching and stretching to
get to her cunt.  "I'm fuckin' sweet!"  He teased
menacingly.

Claire smiled.  "I know, sweetie.  But Chris is just
the tiniest bit sweeter."  She licked her lips
seductively.  "Don't you think so?"

Sam used his free hand to grab me in a headlock, and
dragged me over Claire.  He forcefully kissed me,
using his lips to remind me that this was just play,
and not serious at all.  I gladly let him explore
every inch of my mouth his tongue could reach.

After a moment, he pulled away.  "Okay," he smiled.
"He a sweetie."  He smacked a noisy kiss on the
forehead.  He still had his arm around my neck, and I
sure as hell wasn't going to ask to be let go.  I
could smell him from this vantage: his sweet sweat,
the bare hint of a cologne, and sex.

"I like this."  Sam said, pulling me closer to him. He
slid forward a bit, and I saw my sister's face turn to
what I thought was torture.  I was ready to (try to)
fight him to protect her when I realized what was
happening.  He was slipping his bare cock inside
Claire.  I looked to his face, which was a mask of
painful ecstasy.

He pumped in to her, so very slowly at first, letting
their juices get flowing again.  He began kissing my
shoulder, gently biting at times.  I was worried for a
moment that he'd leave a mark, then quickly decided
that I wanted him to.  I wanted something to remember
his touch by.  He nibbled on my neck, my ear, my jaw.

Sam brushed his thumb across my lips softly, until I
opened and sucked it in.  His thick thumb rubbed my
tongue, my teeth, my lips.  I felt Claire's hand brush
my stomach, and I grabbed her hand and held onto it.
She clutched my hand like a child, apparently needing
something to hold onto to help her bear Sam's fat
fucker pumping in and out.

He was going faster now, and his forearm was beginning
to bruise my throat due to the force of his thrusts. I
slipped his arm from around me, and turned to watch.
Sam's hand fell to my dick, which was hard as steel.

He opened his eyes and grinned.  "Sit back."

I sat up higher on the bed, my hip next the Claire's
head.  Sam let go of her hands, one of which went
around my waist, the other to her crotch.  Sam planted
his hands on either side of us, and leaned forward,
like a push-up.

He slurped the head of my dick between his lips,
tonguing the head unceasingly.  Wave after wave of
bliss ripped through my body in an instant!  Every
swipe of his tongue caused what felt like orgasm!  I
clenched my jaw, trying with all my might to please
not cum!

He never stopped fucking my sister.  Claire whimpered
with each push - not those stupid whiny whimpers like
the idiot blondes in porn movies, but true whimpers,
like she really wanted to scream out, but wasn't
letting herself.  I could imagine completely.  I think
I was making the stupid porn star whimpers.

With a start, I cried out!  I came in waves, shooting
past his lips.  He stopped moving completely, and I
could both hear and feel him moaning.  His tongue kept
swiping my dick.  I could tell he wasn't swallowing
what I gave.

After I caught my breath, I brushed my fingers through
his silky, sweat-soaked hair.  He lifted from my dick,
which was as clean as it could possibly be.  He
breathed heavily from his nose, not pulling his dick
from Claire's cunt.  He moved to kiss Claire, but
pulled his face back from hers instead.  He raised his
eyebrows twice, and she smiled, and opened her mouth.

He parted his lips slightly, and spit a big glob of
semen right into her mouth.  My semen.  Into my
sister's mouth.  Oh my god...

Claire lapped it up, and opened up for more.  He spit
another for her, letting it drip down from his
extended tongue.  He looked to me and winked, smiling.
There was a trail of cum from his bottom lip to his
dark goatee.  I couldn't resist.

I grabbed his head with both hands and licked his
face.  I lapped my own cum from his face, sucking his
chin to get all the juice from his hair.  I kissed his
lips, which parted to allow me to taste even more of
my own cum.

When I finally let him go, he breathed a deep sigh,
and sat back, his dick still buried.  "Fuck!  That was
awesome!"  He ran his fingers through his hair,
pushing it back from his face.  I've never been
before, but suddenly his armpits were...sexy!  The
dark hair glittering with sweat, plastered to his
skin.

"Did you...?"  I wasn't sure if I was allowed to ask.
Would they think I was stupid?

"Fuck yeah, I came!"  Sam said, amazed.  "Sucking you
off was great, but when you came, that pushed me over
the edge, man."  He looked down to where his cock
joined Claire.  Pulling slowly, he slid from her and
sat back.  His dick still stood solid, though slightly
lower than before.  I shone with the mixture of cum
and cunt juice.  "C'mere."  He said, motioning me
forward with his index finger.

Of course I obeyed him.  I crawled to him, and he
leaned back a bit further.  "You wanna clean it off?"
He asked.

"God, yeah," I breathed.  Claire laughed, and Sam
smiled.  He grabbed the back of my neck and guided me
forward.  I took the whole thing in my mouth, quickly
remembering what I had done earlier to make it easier.
It tasted quite different this time, obviously, but
still fucking great!  Claire had lubed it supremely,
her fluid tasting far better than I would have
thought.  Plus, I could taste some of Sam's cum, too,
which made everything taste better!

I was aware of Sam taking something from Claire, but
refused to lift from his cock to find out.  I heard
the flick of a lighter, and a delightful smell.

Sam slipped his hand under my chin and lifted me to
his lips.  I exhaled, then pressed my mouth to his. He
exhaled, I inhaled, and the sweet smoke of freshly
burnt pot flowed from his lungs to mine.

Once he had passed it, he slipped me his tongue for
just a moment.  Then, I felt Claire's hand on my neck.
I turned, and she placed her lips over mine, and I
passed the twice-smoked pot to her.  Since Sam had set
the precedent, I slid my tongue to her, exchanging a
quick kiss.  She passed what little smoke was left to
Sam, and then lay down with him.  I followed suit.

Sam set the pipe aside and lay back against the
pillows.  Claire curled up against his left side, and
I curled up against his right.  I felt exhausted.

"So have I completely grossed you out?"  Claire asked
me.  Her fingers absently stroked Sam's broad chest,
fingers twirling his fine chest hair.

Sam cradled me under his arm, his hand rubbing my
back.  I reached out and traced my thumb around
Claire's nipple.  "Naw,"  I said.  "I guess not."

"Really?"  She asked.  She seemed genuinely worried!
I'm not used to seeing Claire as anything but totally
confident.

"Girl, there's no way you're gonna freak me out so
much that I'm gonna run away, so don't lose sleep."  I
said.  "It's kinda weird that you wanted to have sex
with me-"

"We," Sam corrected, "wanted to have sex with you." He
stroked my hair again.

"Really?"  I asked, looking to Claire for the truth.
"You both wanted to?"

She giggled.  "Do you not get that you're hot?"  She
asked. "I mean, both your sister and her boyfriend
wanted you."  She smiled, reaching a hand to my chest.
"You need to deal with the fact that you're a beauty."

I could feel myself blushing.  I looked away from them
both, laying my head flat against Sam's barrel of a
chest.  I stared at the individual hairs, mesmerized
by a drop of sweat.

"I can't believe you've only cum once."  Claire said.
"I came twice just while Sam was fucking me a moment
ago, and he's cum twice since you've joined us."  She
stroked my cheek.  "And that's to say nothing of
before you came in the room."

"God, I was listening outside."  I smiled, feeling my
sister's comforting hand brush my lips.  `He goes like
forever!"

Sam laughed.  "When you've got someone like Claire,
you try to make it last."

"I don't know how you two do it, but the pot should
definitely help me!"  I looked at my wrist, where my
watch usually is.  "What time is it, anyway?"

"We've got time to do lots more."  Claire said
teasingly, pressing her body into Sam's like a child
to a parent.  He wrapped his big arms around her,
pulling her tight against him.  "You still haven't
fucked me, Chris."

Sam slid a hand down Claire's back,  his thick middle
finger sneaking down her ass crack.  He reached her
pussy and slipped his two middle fingers in, pushing
them in to the second knuckle.  He winked at me.

"Feel this."  He directed.

I put my hand on top of his, recognizing the strength
in just his hand alone.  I followed his fingers, and
found the soft, wet opening he had already invaded.
"You've got to feel this."  He said, sliding his
fingers back and forth.  "There's nothing like it in
the world!"

I slowly, hesitantly traced the outside of her pussy,
scared to go any further.  Sam pulled his fingers out
and placed his hand over mine.  With his thumb and
pinky holding my hand to his, he led my index finger
with his first two inside Claire.

I felt the silky heat surrounding my finger.  Sam
pushed us further and further, until I reached my last
knuckle and could go no further.

"Yeah..."  Sam breathed.  He bent his fingers, which
bent my finger, which made Claire squeal.

I tried to jerk away instinctively, but Sam held my
hand tight.  "That's a good noise."  He said, a lilt
in his voice.  He clearly loved pussy.  Sam wiggled
our fingers again, and Claire began panting.  I felt
her moist inside grow even more wet, more hot.  Shit!
Sam and I were turning her on!

Sam started fucking our fingers into her.  Three
fingers at once!  I've been led to believe that that
takes some practice.  I guess fucking for a couple
hours, especially on Sam's massive tool, would loosen
anyone up.

Shit.  What's it gonna do to me?

I couldn't wait to find out!

"Chris..."  Claire panted, as Sam and I finger-fucked
her.  "I want your dick...I want it inside me..."  She
kissed Sam's neck and chin, brushing her lips over
his.  She licked his neck, trailing saliva from his
Adam's Apple.  "Please, Chris...fuck me..."

Sam pulled our fingers out, and tugged me closer.  My
dick was furiously hard, and I pressed its length
against her slit.  "I, uh...but..."  I hesitated.  "A
condom..."

Claire reached back to my hip with one hand.  "I'm
clean..." she said.  "Sam and I got tested last
November.  We're fine."

I still hesitated.  "But...I'm, uh..."  This was fun,
but certainly not worth a pregnancy!

"You're a virgin, right?"  Sam asked.  I nodded.  "So
you're clean, too.  Bareback is the best, man!"  He
said.  "You won't believe how good it feels!"

"I'm on the pill."  Claire added.  "No worries.
Just...fuck me..."

I guess there wasn't any problems, then.  I pointed
the head of my dick down, and Claire helped guide me
to the right spot.  I felt her heat sliding around my
dick, slowly, so slowly.  I leaned in a little,
pushing deeper.  I was no Sam; after our three
fingers, and his big ol' boy, I sure as hell wasn't
gonna stretch her at all.  I pushed home.

"Oh!"  Claire cried out.  "Oh, god, Chris...you're in
me!"

As if I didn't know!  I screwed my eyes shut, focusing
on the tight, hot, soft velvet sleeve my dick was in.
It was like a mouth that was all tongue!  It was
so...incredible!

I slid out, and back in, feeling the electricity of
her cunt fry all my nerves at once!  I don't know how
Sam could go for so long - Claire's cunt was really
incredible!

"Grab her hips, man."  Sam said.  I was so glad I had
a good teacher for my first time.  Times, really,
since I was doing many things today for the first
time.  I placed my hands on her hips, and Sam's hands
covered mine.  He pulled Claire away from me.  "Really
pound her, dude.  Do it hard."

Since Claire didn't argue, I assumed she agreed with
his instruction.  Of course, if there was one person
on the face of the earth I would listen to on how to
fuck a woman good, it would be Sam.

I held onto her hips and pounded in and out, over and
over.  Claire's moans grew to a fever pitch, and
subsided for a moment, then grew again.  Over and over
again I plowed into her, feeling her grow more and
more wet with each passing thrust.  I watched her
kissing Sam, his thick tongue snaking out to her lips,
her mouth hanging slack for a moment while he drank of
her saliva, then she kissing him again and again.  I
couldn't handle it...too much...

I nearly shouted as I came, moaning loudly.  I stopped
moving instantly, needing to cut some of the
stimulation out.  Her cunt milked me over and over,
squeezing my dick beyond normal sensation.  I
collapsed on top of her, trying to catch my breath.

Sam shifted a bit, and I felt his strong hand touching
the base of my dick.  His fingers circled it, pushing
in next to my dick, trying to squeeze into Claire with
me.

"Fuck, man!"  He said, amazed.  "Three times!  You
made her cum three times!"

"Four."  Claire panted.  "Oh my god, Chris...I love my
little brother."  She teased.

"He's not that little."  Sam disagreed.  I felt his
soaked fingers brushing up and down my ass crack.
"Pretty good sized to me."

"That..." I couldn't catch my breath.  "How...Sam, how
can you...go for so long?"

He smiled at me, his sweet smile like the sun.  "Lots
and lots of practice."  I felt his finger rubbing my
asshole.  Oh, wow, this could be it...

I felt the pressure of his finger on my hole; it
burned.  "Ow."  I said.

"What?"  Claire asked.

"Me."  Sam replied.

"What?"  Claire asked again.

"He's pushing on my ass."  I said, staring into Sam's
eyes.  I couldn't take my eyes off his.

"Sam, don't!"  Claire lifted from him.  "You're too
big to just do it!"

"My finger."  He said.  "One finger."  He removed his
hand from my ass and presented his index finger to
Claire.  "Kiss it?"  He asked.  She smiled, and did,
kissing it with a tightly closed mouth at first, then
opening to release her tongue, then sucking the whole
length into mer mouth.  Sam looked at me and smiled
again.  What a god...

Claire released his finger, which was dripping with
spit.  He poked it back against my hole, and I felt
the wetness seeping in.  The burning sensation
increased as Sam actually began to force his way in.

"Ow..." I said again.

"Sam, be good."  Claire warned.

"No, it's okay."  I said.  "It hurts, but...keep
going."

"I know what I need."  Sam said suddenly.  He reached
down and pulled my softened dick from Claire's cunt.
After a moment, and a tiny little moan from her, he
returned to my ass much more wet.

He pushed in, the pressure feeling too great.  I bit
my lip, and lay my head on Claire's shoulder.  How
could Sam even breathe with both of us lying on top of
him?

Suddenly, he was through.  I felt his finger pass my
sphincter, and with all the lube he was using, he slid
in.  "Ohh..." I moaned loudly.  I grabbed his hand,
holding him inside me.

"You like that?"  Sam asked.  I nodded, knowing that
any noise I made would just come out as a little
girlie squeal.  "I like it."  He said, pushing as far
as he could into my ass.  I moaned again.

He slid his finger back a little, and pushed in again.
Fuck...Sam was finger-fucking my ass!

I felt my dick rising, somehow, and press against
Claire.  "Damn, boy, you're ready already?"  She
laughed.  "I know what lets do."

Claire guided my dick inside her.  It was far tighter
than I remembered, and less moist.  I pushed forward,
and she cried out.  "Oh, fuck Chris!  Fuck my ass!"

I was in her ass?  Oh my god I was fucking her ass
now?  Shit!

Sam pumped his finger in and out of me, very slow and
controlled.  He was such a pro...  Claire called for a
halt, so we all stopped.  Well, I stopped, buried
completely.  Sam flexed his finger, and hit something
inside me.  I felt a wave of incredible pleasure wash
over me.  He smiled knowingly.

Claire was adjusting something, and suddenly clenched
her eyes shut, her mouth dropping open in a silent
yell.  I felt a thick pressure against the underside
of my dick.  It took me a minute.

Sam was in her cunt, I was in her ass.  That had to
feel absolutely the best!  I felt Sam slide out, the
thick head pressing tightly against me, and then back
in.  I couldn't move - I felt like Sam was fucking me!
I just lay there, feeling Claire clenching and
unclenching.  Sam's finger wiggled around in my ass -
hopefully loosening up for his dick later!  And his
fat dick was pressing into Claire's cunt over and
over, pressing into me as well!

I reached down and cupped his fuzzy nuts, their sweaty
heat making them hang loosely.  "That feels great,
Chris."  He said, eyes closed.  "Just do what feels
good."

Shit!  What would feel good would be to plant my face
between his round ass cheeks!  That's what would feel
good!

The mingling of fluids from Claire's well-fucked
snatch was running down Sam's dick, coating his balls,
seeping lower.  I slid a finger down to explore, and
found myself rubbing Sam's asshole.

"Mmm..." He moaned.  "Play with my ass..."

Okay!  Don't have to tell me twice!  I used the sperm
and pussy juice to lube my finger, and pressed in. Too
much resistance.  So I pressed harder.  I heard Sam
groan.

"Do it."  He commanded.

I pressed hard, and felt him open beneath me.  His hot
ass slid onto my finger, and his soft, spongy insides
were suddenly laid bare to my intruding finger.

"Ahh, fuck yeah!"  He cried.  "Chris, you're rocking
my world, baby!"

I felt around, happily exploring my secret crush's
nether regions.  I mean, shit!  I was inside Sam!  I
was fucking inside Sam!

Claire began rocking slowly, fucking us both.  She
wasn't moving a lot, but I guess when your working
with six inches (or more, in Sam's case - a lot more!)
a little movement feels like a lot!  Her ass was so
fucking tight...and Sam's dick...I could feel it
pressing into mine through Claire.  We were three
people joined as one, making love as a single entity.

I became acutely aware of the pressure in my ass.  Sam
was using more than one finger!  "Are you using two
fingers?"  I asked.

He beamed, eyes closed in ecstasy.  "Three."

"Three!"  I exclaimed.  Oh my god...three of his long,
strong fingers.  He pressed that spot again, and I
realized it was that whole prostate thing.  I found
his and pressed into it as well.  He groaned loudly.

Claire was breathing heavily, panting and sweating.  I
pulled my fingers from Sam's ass (I was so tempted to
suck on them!) and grabbed onto Claire's hips again.
Sam removed his finger, too.  I felt an emptiness that
told me I wouldn't be happy until he slid his manhood
into me and reamed the hell out of me.  Soon...

He held onto my ass, and I onto Claire's, and we
fucked.  And I mean fucked.  All out, gang-banging
action!  As I pounded her ass, I could feel Sam lift
up, lift both Claire and I up off the bed, to fuck her
cunt deeper and deeper.  I watched the thick cords of
muscle in his thighs flare over and over, lifting all
three of us just off the bed with each pump.

Claire howled in what sounded like pain.  Sam assured
me that we should keep going, that that was another of
those good noises she made that just sounded bad.

"Chris, you close?"  Sam gasped, still lifting us up.

"Yeah..." I wheezed.

"Cum on my dick."  He said.  He let go of my ass, and
I pulled out.  Claire slid from Sam, rolling onto her
back next to him.

I jerked myself, staring at Sam's sweaty body, his
matted pubes, his shiny, pussy-soaked cock...  I felt
Sam's hands on my dick, so I let go and leaned over
him, planting my hands firmly on either side of him.
He stared into my eyes, and I into his.

"Come on, sweetie..." he cooed.  "Cum for me."

Oh, fuck...anything for you, Sam...

I felt the current creeping over me, and let him tug
me to an explosive orgasm.  I spewed over his hard
cock, coating his fingers as well with my sperm.  He
cupped my balls, coaxing wave after wave of bliss from
my body.

"Fuck yeah!"  He shouted, squeezing the last of my
juice free.  I still knelt over him, breathing heavy.
He winked.  "Don't go anywhere."

More?  Oh my god, okay...  I'm not used to marathons
like he is.  Usually I jack off once, and I'm done.  I
don't make myself keep going after I cum, let alone
after I cum three times!

"...you didn't cum, did you?"  I finally managed to
ask.

He shook his head, a malicious grin on his face.  "Uh-
uh.  I wanted you to take it."  I felt a cum-soaked
hand poke at my crack.  "Up the ass."  I felt my face
fall for a moment, and his eyebrows shot up in
response.  "Do you...you don't have to.  It's okay."
He smiled again.  "It's totally cool if you don't want
to."

I bent down and kissed him on the lips, feeling him
open to let me probe his mouth.  I lifted barely from
him, nose to nose, and said, "Please fuck my ass,
Sam."  His face visibly relaxed.  "I couldn't imagine
living another day if I missed the chance to get truly
and royally fucked by you."  He laughed at me.  "I'm
exhausted, that's all.  But if you're willing, I'll do
whatever it takes to get your dick inside me."  I
kissed him again, feeling his hand rubbing cum around
my hole.

"All right," he said, once I let him have his mouth
back.  "Scoot up."  I crawled onto his belly, feeling
his slimy hands on my thighs.  "Just sit back on my
dick.  Let your weight do the work."  I started to sit
back, feeling his cockhead poking me.  "I'm not gonna
do anything."  Sam assured me.  "Not until you're
completely ready, that is."

Claire laughed.  "Just make sure you're ready, `cause
when he does go, he really goes."

"Cum usually is a great lube."  Sam kept talking,
almost like he was trying to reassure me that I should
keep going.  He didn't realize that nothing would stop
me at this point.  If every thrust caused blood to
pour out my ass, I would still keep going as long as
he wanted!  Nothing would keep me from having all of
Sam inside me!

Claire got up from the bed and disappeared into the
bathroom we shared.  I sat further back, feeling Sam's
giant creeping inward, the pressure almost unbearable.
"God, it hurts..."  I gasped.

"Easy, baby."  Sam rubbed my ass cheeks.  "Take it as
slow as you have to."  I was taking too long - the cum
was becoming sticky.

Claire appeared at my side with a tube of lube and a
washcloth.  "This will help you better."  She said.
"Lean forward."

I did, Sam kissing me delicately on the lips.  "You're
doing great, Chris.  Really great."  God, how could
there be such a perfect man?

"Dude, you've already got the head in!"  Claire
exclaimed.  "Chris, pull back."

"Back?"  I exclaimed.  I had suffered to get this far,
and she wanted me to back up?

"Pull back.  This will help."  She dropped the warm
washcloth on my leg, and popped the top off the lube.
"This is made specially for anal sex.  It's great
shit."

I felt Sam's dick pop free of my ass, and I collapsed
onto him.  "Sorry,"  he said.

"For what?"  I asked.  "I should be sorry for not
taking it all."

He laughed, kissing me again.  "I'm sorry for trying
to use just cum.  Claire can go a lot faster.  It
works until we get going."

"I'm sorry."  I said, resting my head on Sam's big
shoulder.  "I'm taking to long."

"Will you two shut the hell up?"  Claire laughed.
"Chris, I'm a bit more experienced at this.  You can't
rush your first time."  I felt the ice-cold lube hit
my ass.  "And Sam, you were just trying to keep the
moment going.  No big."  She rubbed the lube into me,
pushing it into my hole.  "So shut up."

I stroked a strand of hair from Sam's face.  "Thank
you."  I mouthed silently.  He smiled, and kissed my
forehead.

"All ready."  Claire said, standing up.  "Give it
another try, Chris."

Sam grabbed my hand before I could get up.  "Remember,
go at your own speed.  This ain't a race, Chris.  No
one's gonna yell at you for making the sex last too
long."

Both Claire and I chuckled.  "Okay."  I sat up, and
Claire positioned Sam's prick to hit me just right.  I
sat back, and slid onto him what felt like the whole
length.  "Ahh!"  I knew it wasn't all of it, since I
couldn't feel his pubic hair at my ass yet.

"Go slow, Chris."  Claire said.  "Take your time."

I settled onto Sam, feeling a supreme fullness.  I had
to go to the bathroom!  No, I knew it was just him,
but this had better become erotic soon!  I let myself
glide down until I did feel his thick bush tickling
me.  I sat down, releasing more and more of my weight,
until I wasn't holding myself up anymore.

"You did it!"  I heard Sam say congratutorily.  I had
my eyes screwed so tight against the pain I couldn't
see him.

"How's it feel?"  Claire asked.  "Pretty incredible,
huh?"

"Oh, god,"  I moaned.  "It's so fucking big!"

"Sam's pretty fucking big to begin with."  Claire
replied.  "And anything shoved up your ass feels even
bigger.  Just relax.  Enjoy the feeling."

I did, finally opening my eyes.  Claire was wiping Sam
down with the washcloth.  She cleaned his hands off,
and began wiping my legs.  "Marathon sessions tend to
get a bit sticky."  She smiled.  "I figured we could
all use a towel."

I felt the coolness of the water on my skin waking me
up.  Claire wiped down my belly and chest, then my
back.  She grabbed my arm and lifted it, wiping my
side and armpit.  "Other side."  She said, and I
complied. "Feel better?"

I nodded.  "Much."  I replied.  She folded the
washcloth and laid it across the back of my neck.  I
felt a burning heat leaving me; I didn't realize I was
so warm!

Sam's dick twitched heavily inside me.  I looked to
him quickly, and he looked bemused.  "Sorry.  Got a
sudden thrill."  I smiled at him, leaning on his fuzzy
chest.  "Take your time."

He put his hands behind his head and lay back
completely on the bed.  "Fuck, your ass feels so hot!"
He hissed, closing his eyes.  "I could lay like this
forever."

"You and me both."  I mumbled.  I reached out and
stroked the soft hair in his pit.  I ran my fingers
through it, relishing the...the manliness of it.  I
realized he had opened his eyes and was watching me.

"That feels nice."  He smiled.

"It feels really nice."  I countered.  I put my other
hand in his other pit and stroked them at the same
time.  "Is that gross?"

He shook his head.  "Nothing's gross if everyone likes
it.  I know I don't mind."  He smirked.  "Maybe later,
when you can reach, you wanna lick them clean?"

I felt his dick twitch again.  It totally turned him
on!  Well, fuck, it turned me on, too.  I clenched my
ass.  "First we'll need to work up a good sweat."  He
closed his eyes and his mouth opened slightly.  Cool!
I was giving him pleasure!  I clenched my ass again,
and again his cock spasmed.  "I think I'm ready."

Sam opened his eyes, and dropped his hands to my
thighs.  "You sure?"  I nodded.

Suddenly there was a slow thrust upward, somehow
driving him deeper into me.  I was sitting with my
full weight on him, but suddenly he can push into me
more?  Who fucking cares!

"Oh god, Sam..."  I breathed, as he lifted me from the
bed again.  My hands clenched his thick pectorals,
leaving red marks.

"Oh, Chris, your ass feels great," he said softly. "So
fucking great..."  He pressed up into me again.

I felt a tear squeeze out my tightly shut eyes, and
Claire's fingers wiped it away.  "You okay?"  She
asked.

"Fabulous."  I muttered, bracing my hands on Sam's
stomach for another push.  Up and down, slowly,
languorously, deliberately...

I finally opened my eyes and watched Sam.  He was
looking down, watching my stomach, my dick, the place
we joined together.  He face was getting red, and
beads of sweat were rolling off his forehead.  God, he
was magnificent!

"Hey Sam...?"

"Yeah?" he asked, pushing me off the bed again.

"You're incredible."  I said simply.

He smiled, and blushed!  Sam blushed!  He chuckled,
and his ass dropped heavily back to the bed.  I
bounced down with him, feeling even more impaled than
before.  I winced at the pain.

"Sorry."  He grinned.

"My fault."  I replied, smiling back.

"You're the incredible one, Chris."  Sam pushed upward
into me again, lifting us both off the bed.

"Not compared to you, I'm not."  I said, running my
hands over his broad chest and rippling stomach.

"Even more."  He said, boosting us up again.  "I'm not
doing anything too groundbreaking for me.  I mean,
I've never done it with a guy, but I done it plenty
with Claire, and before, too."  He raised his ass to
drive into me.  Letting me down, he continued. "You're
doing so much for the first time."  He brushed my limp
dick.  "You're incredible."

I felt so...uplifted!  Emotionally, physically...

"Hey Sam?"

"Yeah, baby?"  He asked again.

"You ready to go all out?"

He stopped moving, and looked to me.  "Are you? `Cause
I'm perfectly happy to keep doing this."

I laughed.  "God, so am I!  But I want to know what
really fucking, all-out hardcore fucking is!"

He had a look of acquiescence on his face.  "If you're
really sure you want it..."  I nodded
enthusiastically.

"This is feeling so great!  No pain anymore or
anything!  I love the way your dick feels inside me!
But lets go all the way!"

"All right, hang on."  He instructed.  I didn't know
what he meant, so I sort of clamped my legs around his
hips.  He sat upright, where I could feel his breath
on my face.  "I know this is a huge step," he said
quietly to me.  "I just wanted to say...thanks.
Thanks for letting me be the one."

I planted my lips on his, kissing deeply.  "No, thank
you!  My first time could have been with some
inconsiderate jerk.  Instead, it was with someone who
actually gives a shit about my comfort.  That's cool."
I kissed him again.  "Plus, you're fuckin' hot!"

He laughed, wrapped his arms around my lower back, and
jerked up on his knees.  I was impaled on his cock, my
arms wrapped tightly around his neck.  "I told you to
hold on."  He teased.  Turning, he fell onto me, my
back now on the sweaty bed.  I felt enveloped by him,
my whole world was becoming just one young man!

He slipped his arms under my knees, and leaned
forward, straightening his body out on his toes and
curling my body up into a ball under him.  His face
pressed against mine, his lips touching mine, touching
my chin, my cheek, my ear, my neck.

And then he began to fuck me.

Sam pumped his dick in deep, slid it almost all the
way out, pushed in until his hips were forcing me down
into the bed springs, out again, in, out, in out...
His fat cock dug deeply into my rectum, pounding me
into sublime delirium!  He increased his speed
gradually, building more and more, pounding harder and
harder.

His arms pushed my knees into my shoulders.  My hands,
for lack of anything else, gripped his brawny arms for
support.  I felt particularly vulnerable in this
position; I was terribly unattractive with my ankles
around my ears.  Sam didn't seem to mind, though.  A
look of determination possessed his face, his mouth a
grimace of single-minded intent: to fuck me good!

Claire had pulled over her rocking chair and sat down
next to the bed, watching intently.  I noticed she
kept playing with herself, almost absently.  "Fuck,
this is so hot."  She said softly.  "How're you doing,
Chris?"

I moaned loudly.  I had meant to use words, but when I
opened my mouth, all I could do was moan.

Claire smiled.  "That good, huh?"

I nodded euphorically.  "I knew it was supposed to
feel great, but I had no idea it would be this
incredible!"  Sam planted his face on my neck, his
fucking slowing temporarily.  While he couldn't see my
face, I mouthed to Claire, "I love him!"

She barked a laugh, and clapped her hand over her
mouth.  Sam popped his head up, and gave a lopsided
grin.  "What's so funny?"  He asked us.

"Nothing!"  We both said in unison.  I felt his dick
stop moving.

"Nothing?"  He arched an eyebrow.  "Nothing at all?" I
shook my head.  His head tilted to the side, as if to
tell me I would be sorry I said that.  "We have ways
of making you talk."  He said in a horrible German
accent.

"Do your worst!"  I proclaimed proudly, tossing my
head to the side.

"Uh-oh, Chris."  Claire said.  "He'll get it out of
you.  He's got you where it hurts."  She smiled.

Sam stared into my eyes.  "What's so funny?"  I said
nothing.  His dick started sawing into me slowly, so
slowly, excruciatingly slowly!  When finally I felt
the thick, curly hair around his dick press into me,
he pulled away, sliding out even more slowly!

"What's so funny?"

"Told you he's got you where it hurts."  Claire
laughed again.

Oh my god!  I had no idea this could be such an
agonizing torture!  It was like allowing a starving
man to smell dinner, but not letting him eat!

"Please Sam," I begged, laughing.  "Please fuck me..."

"What's so funny?"  He had finally started back in.  I
bit my lip.  "You've seen how long I can last when I
go all out.  How long do you think I can go when I
slow it all down?"

"Okay, okay!"  I finally folded, laughing.  "Please,
just fuck me harder!"

Sam pounded in forcefully, and held it in, flexing his
cock inside me.  "What's so funny?"

"I just said something to Claire when you weren't
looking, that's all."  I wish I didn't have to repeat
it to him - I didn't want him to take it the wrong
way!

"What did you say?"  He demanded, his smile still
shining.

"I-I don't wanna say."  I said.  "Just drop it."  I
looked to the wall.  He was going to read way too much
into it!  I wish I had just kept my mouth shut!

Sam grabbed my chin softly and turned me back to face
him.  "Chris, you're on your back with your asshole
pointed at me while your sister watches.  There's not
likely anything you can say that's going to put you in
a more compromising position."

"Okay," I agreed.  He did have a point.  "But it
doesn't mean anything, so don't get weirded out.  It's
just all blown out of proportion now, okay?"  He
nodded.  "I said I love you."

A huge grin split his face.  "That's all?"  He laughed
out loud.  "God, what a relief!  I though I fucked up
or something!"

"I didn't want you to freak out and think I was gonna
stalk you or anything."

"Chris, love is cool!"  Sam said.  "Dude, I love you,
too."  He kissed me on the lips, tenderly.  "I love
you, Chris."  He kissed me over and over.  "Do you
love me?"

I laughed, trying to fight back a tear or two.  I know
it wasn't love love, but it was so freakin' cool to
hear Sam tell me over and over that he loved me! "Sam,
I love you."

"Good, `cause I don't fuck just anybody."  And then he
began plowing into me again.

"You don't have to."  I said, holding his arms to keep
steady.

"Why's that?"  He asked, ceaselessly sawing into me.

"You're too incredibly, supremely beautiful to have to
fuck someone you didn't want."  His face was beet red,
but that could have been from exertion (damn, he's
burning some serious calories!).  "With a smile you
can make or break a person's world."  I went on.
"Greek Gods would be shamed in front of your beauty-"

"Okay!"  He laughed.  "I get it!  You think I'm cute!"

I can't believe I was having this conversation!  And
getting royally railed all the while!

"You're more than cute, Sam.  You can have anything
with your beauty.  No lie."  I wrapped my hands around
his neck, feeling the hot sweaty skin.  Mmm, sweaty...

"You think I can have anyone I want?  Anyone at all?"
He asked.  I nodded, slipping my hands under his arms
while he fucked me.  His pit hair was soaked!  So hot,
so slippery...

"If I can have anyone I want, what does that say about
you?"

I stopped playing with his armpits and looked to him.
"What do you mean?"

He smiled his earthshaking smile.  "I can have anyone
in the whole world, anyone at all, and I choose you."
He blew an air kiss at me.  "So what does that say
about you?"

"He's got you, Chris."  Claire said.  "I told you he
wanted you, too.  If you think he's the shit, and he
wants you, what does that tell you?"

I felt my face grow hot.

"Oh, Sam, he's embarrassed!"  Claire announced.  She
crawled onto the bed above me and propped my head up
against her bare belly.  She stroked my sweaty hair
from my face and rubbed my chest.

"Uhh-you ready yet, Chris-my-boy?"  Sam asked, sitting
back a bit and pumping with just his hips.

I smiled dreamily; the pot was catching up with me.
"Whenever you're ready, Sam-my-love."  I felt Claire
nibbling on my finger - I don't even remember her
taking my hand.  I reached my other hand behind me and
found her moist twat.  I may be gay, but it's silky
heat enticed me, and I found myself sliding my first
two fingers inside her.  My thumb found her clit and
rubbed softly.  She moaned sharply.

"Look at him!"  Sam laughed.  "My little man's such a
quick learner!"  He teased.  "Can I cum in your ass,
Chris?"

"God, yes," I said, still dreamily stroking Claire's
slit.  I had passed from actively enjoying Sam's fat
fucker reaming me to existing solely as something for
him to fuck.  At that moment, my only goal in life was
to make Sam and his dick happy.

He dropped back over me, arms braced just under my
own.  His face contorted in a rictus of what appeared
to be pain, but with the corners of his mouth turned
up in the barest hint of a smile.  I felt his dick
swelling inside me, and his motions became unsteady.
His hips thrust irregularly, and he gasped for breath.
I could feel the friction between his dick and my ass
lessen.

Sam had just shot his cum in my ass.  I think I'm
ready to die now, God.

He collapsed on top of me, his dick still buried.  His
eyes were closed, the side of his face pressed against
my sweaty chest.  His arms lay where he dropped them,
his hands still just under my arms.  His back rose and
fell rapidly.

Claire stroked Sam's cheek, and said, "Geez, Chris.
You broke my boyfriend."

"He just needs the right incentive."  I said, pulling
my fingers from my sister's cunt.  I rubbed to soaked
fingertips across Sam's lips.  Eyes still closed, he
parted his lips and allowed me to force them into his
mouth.  He suckled them like a baby with a pacifier.
After a moment, he was making yummy noises.

I pulled my fingers from him and sucked his spit from
them.  Mmm...

"Shit, I am so wiped out," Sam said, eyes still
closed.

"Me too."  I agreed.

"I can't fuck anymore."  He said.  "You two vampires
sucked me dry."

Claire chuckled.  "Well, we would given half the
chance."  I felt, rather than heard, Sam laugh.

"Evil family."  He muttered.

"You love it and you know it."  I called him.  "Do you
honestly think you'll find another bisexual incestuous
couple for you to fuck at the same time that's even
close to our level of perfection?"

Sam started laughing, slowly at first, then more and
more, until he was laughing almost hysterically.
Claire and I followed suit until the three of us were
rolling on the bed trying to catch our breath.

Eventually we were able to calm down and catch our
breath.  We lay together for a few minutes before Sam
broke the silence.

"I need a shower."  He sat up and looked to my sister
and I.  "Anyone care to join me?"

I reached my arms up to him.  "Me!"  Instead of
pulling me up, Sam reached down and picked me up off
the bed.  I curled my head against his shoulder and
nuzzled his thick neck.

"Wait here."  He commanded Claire in a deep, Superman
voice.  He carried me into the bathroom and deposited
me in the shower.  "I shall return."

I started the water, turning the spray on once it was
hot.  In walked Sam with Claire in his arms just like
I had been.  They looked so natural together...

I stood under the warm water with my back to them.
"Come join me, guys.  I'm getting a bit lonely."

"Well, we can't have that, can we?"  Sam asked his
girlfriend.

She shook her head.  "Not if I can help it."  They
both climbed in, and I felt four hands exploring my
body.  I leaned back into Sam as Claire kneeled in
front of me, taking my stiff, aching dick into her
mouth.

I lifted my arms above my head to wrap around Sam's
neck.  He curled one arm around my stomach, the other
he used to stroke my side.  He ran to my pit and
rolled a lock of hair between his fingers.  With a
sigh, he said, "You didn't get to clean my pits while
they were all sweaty like you wanted."

"We haven't exactly washed clean yet."  I reminded
him.  He moved to my front, straddling Claire's busy
form, and clasped his arms behind his head.  I leaned
forward and buried my face in his sweet armpits.

"It feels great, Chris."  I heard his say.  All I
cared about was how great they tasted!  I lapped at
the salty fuzz, washing over and over again with my
tongue.  I moved to his other, kissing the soft hair.

"You taste so wonderful," I told him, sucking on his
goatee.

He grabbed my arms and pulled them up before I could
protest, and planted his face under my arms.  After a
moment he came up for air.  "I see what you mean!"

I let his wash my pits, reveling in it as Claire
brought me closer and closer to orgasm.  Sam sidled
next to me, hip to hip, and I felt his hard cock press
against mine.  Claire licked my head, and I looked
down to see her put her mouth over both our dicks at
once!

Her spit ran freely, since her lips couldn't form a
proper seal around both our swollen men.  The saliva
acted as a great lube and Sam started sliding up and
down, creating the absolute best friction!
"Uhh...Claire...that's so great..."  He moaned.  He
wrapped his beefy arm around my shoulders and pulled
my face to meet his.  Sam kissed me deeply, our
tongues rolling over each other, as he continued
pumping into Claire's mouth.

He started growling, his lips still pressed against
mine.  I could feel his voice in my head, taste his
sweet breath on my tongue.  I could feel my own orgasm
building, rushed along by the rumble of his groans and
the friction of his dick against mine.  I started
moaning just before I came.  Sam came, too, both of us
flooding Claire with cum.

When we both were thoroughly spent, Sam broke our
kiss, resting his forehead against mine and smiling at
me.  "I am getting so worn out...you two are awful!"

I shrugged tiredly.  "At least you're used to this.  I
was `so worn out' like two hours ago!"

Claire stood and kissed us both on the lips.  She
tasted like cum.  "Well, I ain't worn out.  Who's
gonna help me?"

Sam grinned like a jackal.  "I get to!"  He grabbed
her by the shoulders and turned her back to me.  "We
should wash eventually."  He said, licking his lips.
"Why don't you two get started while I play."

Sam lowered his mouth hungrily to her nipples while I
turned to get the body wash.  I moved the shower spray
to the wall, and soaped up the body puff.

I lathered Claire's back while Sam slid lower and
lower, finally reaching his intended destination.  He
slithered his tongue over her nub, making her catch
her breath.  "Oh, Sam..."  She sighed.  I sighed, too.
I wish Sam could do that to me...

I slipped my arms around Claire's body to wash the
front.  She leaned backward into me, my still semi-
firm dick pressing into her ass.  Her nipples stood
out firmly, a sign I've been told means the woman is
nearing orgasm.  She started whimpering more, resting
herself against me more and more, until I had to hold
her upright to keep her from cracking her head on the
floor.

"Oh, god...oh, fuck..."  She panted heavily, her face
flushing.  She was cumming!  I was getting used to her
signs, and she was definitely cumming!  I waited for
Sam to rise, but he stayed down there, face firmly
fixed between her spread thighs.

Claire finally stood again, and I resumed her washing.
I rubbed the puff lightly over her breasts, not sure
how sensitive they were.  She seemed to still be
focused on Sam's ministrations, so I moved on, washing
lower and lower, around to her ass, down her legs...

Once I was kneeling to wash her lower body, I could
see Sam better.  He crouched on his feet, knees apart,
dick in full bloom,  The water made his chest hair
darker, making it look like it was thicker than it
was.

I figured that since I had already finished with as
much of my sister as I could while Sam was busy, I
should move on to him.  I snuck around him in the
shower and began soaping up his strong back.

He lifted from Claire's cunt and smiled at me, spit
hanging in long, ropy strands between them.  He blew
me a kiss, and dove back for more.

I scrubbed his strong arms and broad shoulders, his
ample chest and washboard belly.  I couldn't resist
tangling my fingers in his damp chest hair!  So yummy!
I moved lower, washing his thick thighs and round
calves with long, slow strokes.  I tossed the puff
aside and, with soapy hands, reached around for his
manhood.

I stroked his dick up and down, scrubbing all the
juices and saliva and sweat from the durable shaft.  I
rolled his hefty, never-empty balls through my
fingers.  I scrubbed his thick bush of hair, and heard
him moan.  That always made me feel good after a
sweaty day, no reason it wouldn't give him a thrill,
too.  I used one hand to run up and down his ass
crack, scrubbing him completely clean.  I couldn't
resist shoving a soapy finger up his ass - it made him
give a squeak!

Eventually I couldn't pretend to wash him anymore, so
I just rubbed his back, massaging his beefy muscles.
If he got half the enjoyment I did, he loved it!

I watched as Claire came again, and Sam finally pulled
his mouth from between her legs.  He grabbed the body
wash and lathered it on his hands, then rubbed it
around her groin, cleaning what I couldn't reach
before.

While Claire caught her breath, Sam quickly shampooed
his hair and washed his face clean.  I grabbed the
shampoo from him and went to work on Claire.  She
cooed softly while I massaged her scalp.  "That feels
nice, Chris."  She said.  She had just gotten her cunt
fiercely eaten out, and the shampoo job was what
"feels nice?"

Claire traded places with Sam under the shower head,
and he cornered me.  "My turn."  He grinned.  He
lathered his hands in body wash and pushed me against
the wall.  "What a strong little boy we have here!" He
proclaimed to Claire.

She picked up the soap and filled her palm.  "Very
strong."  She agreed, pulling me away from the wall
and soaping my back.  "And such a dedicated worker!" I
felt her fingers slide between my ass cheeks.

Sam roughly scrubbed my chest and arms with his hands.
"We should keep him on, don't you think?"  His hands
were so strong!

"Oh, absolutely!"  Claire agreed.  "We're definitely
keeping him!"

Sam had moved to my legs, scrubbing one down, then the
other.  My hard dick was pointing right at his face
the whole time.  He looked up at me, then to my dick,
then to me again, and winked.  His mouth opened, and
he swallowed me whole.  Three solid sucks, and he
popped off.

He wrapped one hand around my dick and jacked me off.
The other washed my balls and pubes.  It did feel
great!

His hand sped faster and faster.  "I don't think
you're gonna get anything."  I warned him.  "You guys
have drained me dry."

Sam just smiled.  Claire leaned forward and whispered
in my ear, "Sam always gets what he wants."

Claire shampooed my hair, though I barely noticed.
Sam's ministrations were working - I was getting
close.  "Sam..."  I breathed.  "I'm...I'm..."

I felt the orgasm wash over me, felt my empty balls
try to squeeze out anything at all.  Sam sped along,
milking me for whatever I had left, driving the
pleasure sky-high!

I finally had to tell him to stop.  He slowed down,
wiping my dick with extra soap, and then stood. "Okay,
rinse off."  He slid his arms around me as I did,
rinsing off his hands.  I felt his dick press against
my ass.

We turned the water off and climbed out, drying each
other.  Eventually we ended up just standing in the
bathroom, naked, holding each other, kissing.

"This is gonna be a long weekend, isn't it?"  I asked,
breaking from their lips for just a moment.

"Oh yeah," Claire smiled.  "We're just getting
started!"