Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2007 16:40:29 -0500
From: M Horton <2981notrohrm@gmail.com>
Subject: Behind Sis' Shyness: Part 2

Chelsea and I couldn't keep our hands - or our tongues - off each other.
This was no change from the last few months; since Chelsea came to
college, we have been completely inseparable, taking every opportunity to
sneak off and enjoy a wild, passionate sex session. Even home for the
holidays, we looked for any empty spot in the house, using every trick we
could in order to distract Mom, so we could be together. Sneaking around
like this was such a rush, and Chelsea was dynamite.

At home, we had sex everywhere we found - in her old bedroom, in Mom's
bedroom, in the bathrooms, in the furnace room, and even once in the
kitchen while Mom was upstairs on the phone. She never suspected that her
girls were downstairs exchanging orgasms while she was up blabbing with
whoever. Letting my little sister seduce me was the best thing I had ever
done.

There were nly a couple of things, though - for one thing, we were never
quite satisfied. It was as if we were always horny, even right after sex.
We did all kinds of wild, kinky things together, and our sessions got
longer and hotter, but it never felt like enough. One lazy Saturday,
Chelsea and I woke up horny as hell at six in ther morning and tongued
each other's naked bodies all the way through a shower, breakfast, and a
phone call from Mom, who had to know what we were up to. Without so much
as a breather, we continued to have sex every way imaginable until ten at
night - the next night. The only thing that stopped us - and usually, it
was some kind of time constaint that stopped us - was that Chelsea
realized what time it was and that she had a class at nine the next
morning. We suddenly got really tired, although still incredibly horny,
and fell asleep spooning.

Forty straight hours of nonstop sex with the hottest lover in the world
wasn't enough to satisfy me or my equally horny sister, and these little
five-minute quickies we were sneaking at home usually left us even
hornier. If Chelsea and I had one wish, we would give up the need to eat,
sleep, or go to class so we could just have sex nonstop, although we're
both sure that would just make us so horny we'd go insane.

After almost two weeks of quickies, Chelsea and I needed something more,
and we were hoping our chance was coming. It was New Year's Eve, and in
the rare chances that we had to talk where we weren't naked and eating
pussy, we had both mentioned our deepest desire - a threesome. Another
girl might actually come close to satisfying us, considering that our sex
life was just the two of us, and we were both so hot for each other it
was crazy. Every chance we had to look for a threesome partner had
failed, and usually for the same reason.

I asked Jessica, my old girlfriend - she was still mad. Blaze, the girl I
was cheating on Jessica with? She was still with her idiot boyfriend and
still didn't want to cheat. I even talked to her boyfriend - he loved the
idea of Blaze with me and Chelsea. Too bad Blaze didn't. We asked a few
girls at the gym that we knew were into girls. A couple were interested,
but one didn't show, and the others didn't really seem committed to the
idea - so Chelsea and I decided to sneak into the locker room and get it
on with each other. We even asked a girl in a class we shared, but
judging by her choice in girlfriends, I don't think we were her type. Our
twosomes were hot as hell, but finding a girl for a threesome was proving
impossible.

Being home didn't help our search - Chelsea and I were the only two
lesbians in the neighborhood, and no one knew about us but Mom. Mom threw
Dad out before we came home for reasons she never cared to discuss, and
we only saw Dad a little bit - mainly because the hotel room he was
living in made it impossible to sneak away for a quickie.

While Mom was making sure the house was spotless, Chelsea and I got
another chance to sneak upstairs for another mind-blowing quickie, which
usually consisted of stripping our clothes off, laying me out on the bed,
Chelsea straddling my face and bending over, and us enjoying a 69 with a
simultaneous orgasm - I still haven't mastered how to deny Chelsea an
orgasm until I want her to have it, but she has, so it always works out
for the best - until we realize that we're both still incredibly hot for
each other and agree to sneak off again soon.

This time, though, we realized Mom wasn't anywhere near done, and as we
were getting dressed, I got an idea and shared it with Chelsea. I told
her that, if she helped me out, we would enjoy that threesome we wanted
tonight. She agreed, and we decided to head back downstairs with big
smiles on our faces.

We had stripped to our bras and panties - matching red bras and thongs -
and started acting flirty with each other, as if it was obvious we had
been upstairs for one of our quickies - at least our tenth for the day
and probably more. That weekend we spent having nonstop sex? We had woken
up the night before four times for a 69, and woke up six times the night
after for the same. We sneaked sex during class, between sessions at the
gym, during meals at a restaurant (you might be surprised how easy it is
to get away with having Chelsea eat my pussy under the table,) and even
at a friend's house party, where we stayed for an hour, most of which was
spent eating pussy. Chelsea and I were completely addicted to sex, and we
loved it.

Mom seemed a little shocked that we were in our undies, but since it was
just the three of us, she didn't sem to care. We giggled, flirted, and
called Mom a 'hottie' without even a second thought - and let's be
honest, she's not bad-looking at all. She's 42, and clearly Chelsea got
all her looks from Mom - the big, full breasts, the perfect complexion,
and the curves that just made us want to...

Hold it. It was wild enough that I had fallen for Chelsea at school. Were
we falling for Mom, too? She sat in her somewhat frumpy house shoes,
pajama bottoms, and one of Dad's old T-shirts with a look of apparent
disinterest, seemingly oblivious to the fact that her own daughters were
in their undies and flirting with her. It didn't seem even a little odd
that her girls were trying to seduce her. She almost seemed to be
ignoring us, deflecting our less-than-subtle advances with little more
than a 'That's nice, dear,' and a sip of her wine.

We all but gave up as she left the room, taking her wine with her.
Thinking that she was a lost cause, we agreed to wait a few minutes, get
even hornier than we already were, and head upstairs for another quickie
- or hell, just do it here in the living room - before it got too late.
It was only 9:30, not too long before midnight, when we agreed that, even
if Mom was watching, we got in a New Year's kiss - and probably more.

All our restraint wasn't enough after about ten minutes, and pretty soon,
we decided, the hell with it, let's go at it right here in the living
room. Chelsea and I pounced on each other, kneeling, grabbing ass, and
tongueing each other - wishing that these damn bras and panties weren't
in the way. We always had sex naked - why not get naked now? But Chelsea
stopped me from undoing her bra for some reason. I couldn't imagine why;
even during our first time, when we kissed for hours on end, we were
still naked. I loved being naked. Clothes just got in the way.

We were lost in a lusty kiss for a while when we heard,

'So that's how it is. I leave the room, and my girls start making out
like schoolgirls.'

The voice was unmistakeably Mom's, and we broke the kiss, slightly
against our wills, and looked up at her. Gone was the frumpy, dull mom we
were used to. She had dropped the pajamas and house shoes and was in her
underwear - which, to our surprise, was black lingerie similar to ours.
We had no idea Mom even owned a thong - and we loved it.

The next words out of our mouths were the ones that would change
everything. I said to her,

'Damn, you look hot, Mom!'

With a knowing smile on her face, she set down her wine and softly told
us,

'Call me Nicki now, lovers.'

Off came the bra - on all three of us. Now I know why she left Dad - it's
hard for a couple to enjoy their time together when one of them is
fantasizing about her two sexy college daughters.

I loved how I was surrounded by big, beautiful breasts. Chelsea's were
still the biggest, at a sexy DDD cup, but Nicki proudly told us she was a
natural DD - way too much for any man to handle. I felt a little small
with my C cups, but I noticed that both girls had taken after me - I was
looking at two pairs of pierced nipples to go with my own, and Nicki had
tattoos of her girls' names right on her hot, thong-clad ass.

Chelsea and I dropped Nicki's thong with our teeth, leaving her naked and
very happy - just like us, she had shaved her pussy into a landing strip.
I noticed a hot-looking tattoo above her strip to go with my interlocking
'female' symbols - the twist with Nicki's was that there were three
females. On her stomach, she had a hot pink tattooed heart with all three
of our names in it. Also, like me, her navel was pierced - something we
had been trying to talk Chelsea into.

Nicki helped drop both our thongs, using her teeth, and when we got to
Chelsea's delicious, sweet pussy, both Nicki and I dived right in,
grabbing each other's asses and tongueing each other while we ate the
big-breasted goddess. For an older, seemingly inexperienced woman, Nicki
was very good at eating pussy, even if she had help from me.

We spread Chelsea's legs to the limit, and, with the helpless slut pinned
against the recliner, Nicki and I ate her out like we would never be
allowed pussy again - which had better not be true because we were all
insatiably horny. Chelsea screamed wildly, unable to control herself with
two tongues pleasuring her. She had a hard enough time controlling her
moaning when it was just me.

Chelsea grabbed the recliner for dear life as she started into the most
incredible orgasm of her life, one inflicted by two tongues at once. She
was still incredibly wet, and somehow I knew that this orgasm would only
make her hornier. She was, after all, my sister, and the only girl I had
been having sex with for the past few months - I knew her as well as I
knew myself.

And as she caught her breath, she did exactly as I expected, chiding us
with,

'Come on, girls; is that all you've got?'

Nicki seemed a little taken aback by how straightforward Chelsea was, but
I knew just what to do.

'All right, slut, you want me to blow your mind? Lay on the couch. Nicki,
ride her face. I'll eat her pussy.'

Chelsea did as I commanded, and so did Nicki; Chelsea was in the
unfamiliar position of being on her back with a hot, luscious pussy in
her face. Nicki locked her legs around her daughter's head, and Chelsea
started tongueing her sexy mother while I worked on her. I bent my nude
body over the couch, eating her the way I always did in our
all-too-frequent, somehow-unsatisfying quickies. I wanted to make our
soon-to-be marathon session last, but knowing Chelsea, she could go all
night. It was the inexperienced and mature Nicki I was worried about.

Before I knew it, Nicki was screaming and trying to find something to
hold onto. Chelsea's magic tongue was working overtime, and Nicki wasn't
anywhere near used to it. I didn't think she had ever even been with a
woman, and if she had, it wasn't anywhere near as satisfying as Chelsea
and her unstoppable, super-quick tongue. That girl was born to eat pussy.

At the same time as Nicki was getting her fill, Chelsea began her very
quick descent into another mind-blowing orgasm courtesy of her big
sister's tongue. I found her g-spot and teased her with it, giving her
several small orgasms and them one big, powerful one that caused her to
work Nicki harder. I could tell just what I was doing to Chelsea by how
loud Nicki screamed - if Nicki was shouting and unable to control
herself, it was because Chelsea's tongue was going crazy, caused
undoubtedly by the orgasm I was inflicting upon her.

Nicki quickly started into another orgasm. The one I was giving Chelsea
didn't stop, or it went right from one orgasm into the next, as we often
did. I was sure that this had to be satisfying her, even as I knew that
Chelsea could never be satisfied - she always wanted more. She had to be
loving it that Nicki was on her face and I was between her legs,
something I was hoping we could keep up even if I had to trade places
with Nicki and let her eat Chelsea's pussy.

Chelsea got another orgasm. Then another. Or it might have been one long
one; my tongue was busy, and my only barometer was Nicki's sexy
screaming, inflicted by my slutty sister eating her pussy. If Nicki was
any indication, Chelsea was up to about nine orgasms in just twenty
delicious minutes, and I don't think she had any intention of slowing
down at all. Chelsea was an animal if I ever saw one - she almost always
initiated, she was always in control, and she was damn good at it.

Fortunately, I wasn't about to stop. I loved being between her legs, even
if it meant denying myself the orgasms I craved and seeing Nicki get one
after another without having to do anything. I wanted to be at her mercy.
Licking her pussy made me want her and lust for her and want to do
anything to please her. I was Chelsea's love toy; she could use me as she
pleased.

After 45 minutes of pleasuring the insatiable goddess, I noticed Nicki
dismounting her. I stopped licking just long enough to figure out what
was going on, and Nicki told us she was too exhausted to continue.
Chelsea was very unhappy with this, snidely remarking,

'All you have to do is stay on my face while I eat you out, slut. Either
send Laura up here or get back on. I'm not done.'

Nicki motioned me up to ride Chelsea's face, and as she did, she took out
a long, silk wrap and tied my hands behind my back with it. She took
another and blindfolded me with it. No doubt, Chelsea wanted the same
done to Nicki, and soon it all began again, only Nicki and I didn't have
the use of our hands. We didn't need them, of course; we were all about
tongues, and I didn't actually have to do anything.

Chelsea was a dastardly little bitch, as usual - despite the passionate
orgasms Nicki was giving her, one after another, Chelsea was denying me,
keeping me right on the cusp but never letting me go over the top. I
couldn't believe it, until finally, I shouted,

'Damn it, Chelsea, let me cum, you slut!'

That made her even more mad, and she continued to deny me. I cursed her
out, called her a bitch, and tried to rub my pussy in her face even more
- still, the same result. I was pissed, but at the same time, I was
enjoying what a tease my devilish sister was.

She continued to dance around my g-spot, bringing me almost to orgasm and
then backing off as if to toy with me, and I knew that was exactly what
she was doing. Nicki's tongue was working overtime, of course; for
someone so inexperienced, she was very good at what she did. Almost as
good as the wild, totally out-of-control Chelsea, who was going mad with
orgasm denial.

Nicki went for over an hour on Chelsea, and during that time, I never got
one orgasm. I came close, and I loved to be tantalized, but Chelsea
denied me every time. I had a feeling she was doing the same to Nicki,
but I couldn't be sure - were these girls playing a trick on me? I almost
hoped so...

Chelsea told me to get the hell off her face and on my knees immediately.
Being under her spell, I obeyed right away. Chelsea and Nicki started
giggling, and Nicki asked,

'What do you think she wants, Chelsea?'

Chelsea responded, and she had to be smiling,

'I think I know exactly what she wants, Nicki. And I think we're just the
girls to give it to her.'

I wanted my damn orgasm. And that's what I thought I should have said.
But, for whatever reason, something else slipped out...

'I want to be your sex slave. I want to be at your service and give your
one orgasm after another. I want to be your bitch and your slut and eat
your pussies on command.'

And with that, the two girls tied my ankles and left me there while they
got into the 69 that I dreamed of every night with Chelsea. I got to
listen to them scream and enjoy each other. My own sister and mother had
tricked me, and they were loving every second of it! I was their bitch
now, and there wasn't anything I could do! Sure, I could try to get back
into the threesome, but I was tied in silk, forced to my knees, and
humiliated without so much as an orgasm to show for it, and even if I did
get free, I knew that Nicki and Chelsea owned me now.

They finished up pretty quickly, finally looking satisfied, and they
untied me so I could enjoy New Year's with them and get in my lovers'
kiss. After that, Chelsea told me she had been sneaking quickies with
Nicki for the last couple of months, and Dad had left because he caught
Nicki in bed with Chelsea.

Soon after, Dad decided he had had enough, left the country, leaving all
his possessions to us, which amounted to over $13.5 million. We quit
school, and Chelsea dumped me for Nicki, leaving me to be their live-in
maid, sex slave, and bitch. My tattoo with Chelsea's name now reads
'Property of Chelsea and Nicki'...

...and I couldn't be happier. I get to have sex with both of them all the
time as long as it doesn't interfere with my slave duties, I still get
that sweet tongue of Chelsea's at least a few times a day, and Nicki's
turned into quite the pro herself.

I overheard Nicki telling Chelsea a little secret yesterday about my sexy
aunt Alicia, a busty blond like all three of us. Needless to say, it
involves all the things Alicia intends to do to me very soon...