Date: Wed, 04 Mar 1998 20:16:29 PST
From: Sissipus ! <sissipus@hotmail.com>
Subject: Swapping Siblings (tg, bi, incest)

                             Swapping Siblings
                                by Sissipus

                                   * * *

     "Mmm. Good morning, lover." Purring like a kitten, April
slipped a warm arm across my naked chest.
     "Hey, stop that." Damn, her touch was like sandpaper.
Reluctant to wake, I rolled over awkwardly and tried to get back
to sleep. Instead, I bolted upwards in pain, throwing the covers
right off the bed.
     "Jeez." Wiping the auburn bangs from her eyes, she scowled.
"Somebody sure got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."
     "What the hell did your wash those sheets in?" I asked,
grumpier than usual. As a rule, I loathed mornings, but lately
they'd been especially bad. I wasn't sleeping well; was becoming
more distracted and irritable by the day; and just didn't feel
right.
     "What did I wash them in?" Slipping into her robe, April
said "This is your apartment, remember? I didn't wash anything."
     As miserable as I felt, I still knew enough to apologize.
Regardless of the circumstances, I had no right to snap at her.
"Sorry, babe. They just feel so rough and scratchy."
Uncomfortable talking about it, I admitted sheepishly "It
actually . . . hurts."
     "Felt fine to me," she shrugged. Smiling again, she helped
me out of the bed. "Now, give me a kiss, Mr. Grumpy."
     Grimacing, I allowed her to pull me close, only to push her
away before our lips could even touch. "Shit. Your robe's as bad
as those sheets." Shivering, I self-consciously began rubbing my
tender chest.
     Suddenly, April's eyes widened in astonishment. Giggling,
she leaned down and asked "It's your chest that's bothering you,
right?"
     "Ah, yeah." Actually, now that she mentioned it, the rest of
me felt fine. It was only my chest that seemed so raw and
sensitive. "Ouch!"
     "Sorry." Pulling her finger away from where she had poked my
left nipple, April asked "Have you looked at yourself lately?"
Turning me around to face the light, she joked "You could almost
fill an a-cup with those babies."
     "What?" Pushing past her, I ran straight for the bathroom.
Slapping at the lightswitch, I stared at my reflection,
horrified. My chest was definitely swollen, but nothing like my
nipples. Gently touching the tip of my finger to one, I yelped in
pain and jerked back my hand. Swollen and sensitive, they were
nearly a quarter-inch long!
     "Don't look so devastated," my girlfriend told me, joining
me in the bathroom. "So you're putting on a little weight."
Kissing the back of my neck, she promised "You can work it back
off."
     "Yeah, sure." I wanted to believe that's all it was, but had
a nagging suspicion that there was more. Putting on weight simply
could not account for how swollen and raw my chest was - not to
mention the problems I hadn't told her about. Worried, I brushed
myself lightly, shocked to see a couple of my chest hairs fall
away. I didn't want to upset April, but I was really worried. The
strange feelings; the trouble sleeping; and now this - what if
they were all symptoms of something more serious?
     "Come on, Dave. Let's get some breakfast." Laughing, she
added "Low-fat for you!"
     Forcing myself to at least smile, I turned off the light and
followed her into the kitchen.
                                   * * *
     "Dave!" Peeking over the wall of my cubicle, Tim asked
"How's it going?"
     Shit. I was having a hard enough time concentrating already,
and now I had to deal with this. Tim was the kind of guy who got
on everybody's nerves, but whose ego kept him from realizing it.
"Actually," I told him, "I'm kinda busy. Gotta get this report
done before the meeting."
     Tapping incessantly on the top of the divider, he said
"Gotta go to the can too, eh?"
     "What?" Looking up from the screen, I spun around in my
chair to meet his grinning, gap-toothed face.
     "Well," he laughed, "Either you gotta go, or your panties
are too tight."
     Following his gaze, I was shocked to find that I was sitting
with my legs crossed at the thighs - like a woman. Quickly
uncrossing them, I lied "You know, I was so caught up in the
report, I forgot about even having to go." Hoping I didn't look
as embarrassed as I felt, I stood up and joked "Thanks for
reminding me."
     "Hey, no problem." Slapping me on the back as I emerged from
my cubicle, Tim assured me "That's what friends are for."
     Hoping he wouldn't follow, I hurried to the men's room.
Fortunately, there was nobody else in there. Heading straight for
the sink, I turned on the cold water and began splashing my face.
"What is going on with you?" I asked my reflection. A couple days
had passed since the problems began with my chest, but things
were only getting worse. I was now waking up three or four times
a night, either with the chills or the sweats; my mind seemed to
be in a fog, making it nearly impossible to concentrate; and this
wasn't the first time I'd caught myself exhibiting strange body
language.
     "You gotta see a doctor about this," I sighed. Only problem
was, what would I tell him? As I pondered that, I heard the
bathroom door creak open behind me. Afraid it might be Tim, I
hurried over to the line of urinals.
     Fortunately, it was just one of the guys from sales. Nodding
a polite hello, he stepped up to the urinal next to me. Relieved,
I looked down to zip myself up, only to find my gaze drawn to my
neighbour. I was breaking the first rule of the men's room - and
I knew it - but was unable to stop myself. His cock wasn't
anything special - maybe even a little smaller than mine - but it
stirred something strange within me.
     Licking my lips, I imagined myself dropping to my knees and
wrapping my lips around that magnificent organ. Feeling feverish,
I saw myself taking him into my mouth, working him to an erection
with my tongue. Obsessed, I pictured myself swallowing his tool,
taking him as deep as he would let me. I could almost feel him
growing inside me, filling me with his meat as his cockhead
slowly pushed its way past my tonsils. Next he'd begin to swell,
his warm cock throbbing inside me, and then-
     "Hey, do you mind?"
     The salesman's angry rebuke seemed to break whatever spell
had possessed me. Jerking my head back up, I paled, disgusted at
what I had been thinking. Shit, I'd never had a homosexual
thought in my life. What was wrong with me? "S-sorry," I told
him, "Just not feeling well." Leaning against the wall, I hoped
he'd mistake my lusty stare for the distracted gaze of someone
trying not to be sick.
     "Well, you got the wrong toilet if you're gonna puke." He
looked like he wanted to believe me, but still wasn't sure. Not
bothering to wash his hands, he rushed out the door, leaving me
alone.
     "That's it," I told myself, "You're gonna go make an
appointment with the doctor right now." Splashing some more cold
water onto my face, I raced back to my cubicle and all-but dove
for the phone.
                                   * * *
     "Come onnn, David. Fuck meeee." Thrusting herself up towards
me, April moaned in anticipation. "Shove that big prick inside me
and fuck my brains out."
     I wanted to - man, did I want to - but I couldn't. Maybe it
was part of my illness, or maybe it was just worrying about the
doctor, but I couldn't get an erection. No matter how hard I
tried, I couldn't make myself feel even a twitch down there.
Dammit, it made no sense - I had never had a problem getting it
up before. Hell, my gorgeous girlfriend was lying beneath me,
naked and sweaty, and begging for me to do her. Why couldn't I?
     "Ohh, David, don't tease meee!" Pouting, she began squeezing
and massaging her breasts. "Fuck me, you cruel stud. Give me what
I need. Please!"
     "I've got a better idea," I offered, thinking quickly. No
matter what, I had to keep her from thinking anything was wrong.
Lying down beside her, I kissed her and said "I'm gonna lick you
from one end to the other." Trailing my tongue up from her lips,
over her cute little nose, and between her brilliant blue eyes, I
whispered "All the way from the tip of your head to the tip of
your toes."
     "Mmm, I think I'd like that." Sighing softly, she asked "Why
now?" With a smile, she quickly added "Not that I'm complaining!"
     "No reason." Nibbling her ear, I whispered "Just want to
show how much I really love you." Please, I silently begged,
don't ask any more. I'd never been one for foreplay, and this was
decidedly out of the ordinary for me. Improvising all the way, I
just hoped I could make her feel so good she wouldn't care about
why I was doing it.
     "Oooohhhh, yesss."
     Good, it was working. As I moved onto her breasts, I found
myself lingering about her hard, tiny nipples. A generous c-cup,
April breasts were the strangest I had ever seen. They were a
creamy white that refused to tan, with the tiniest little nipples
surrounded by areolas nearly three inches across. I'd never taken
much interest in them before, but found myself incredibly drawn
to them now.
     "Eeeeiiii! God, I love it when you bite me like that."
Lacing her fingers in my hair, she held me close to her warm,
soft globes.
     "Hhhmmm." Smiling, I moved sideways to worship her other
breast. She felt so fantastic beneath me, I would have been
content to suckle all night long. I don't know what had come over
me, but I was really enjoying this.
     "E-en-enough," she panted a little while later. Pushing me
away, she reminded me "That tongue of yours still has a long way
to travel, mister."
     Chuckling softly, I licked my way down her torso, stopping
only briefly to nuzzle her bellybutton. After that, I teasingly
trailed across the very edge of her bush and then down her legs.
Long, sleek, and firm, they were what had first drawn me to her.
However, despite that fact, it had been a long time since I'd
last paid them any attention. Determined to make up for that, I
bestowed loving kisses upon her thighs, around her knees, and
down her powerful calves. Finally, I licked my way around each
foot, teasing her with my light, tickling touch. One by one, I
sucked her tiny toes into my mouth, my tongue gliding smoothly
across each plum-painted nail. Again, I had never thought much
about her feet, but was happy to do anything that might make her
feel good.
     "Oooh, that tickles soooo good." Rubbing my cheek with her
other foot, she urged "Go for the prize, Davey-boy. Fuck me with
your tongue. Kiss my cunt. Suck on my clit and make me explode!"
     I was usually the aggressor, but found myself meaning it
when I told her "Your wish is my command." Gently spreading her
legs, I slowly crawled between them, enjoying the anticipation. I
could smell the musky aroma of her sex and it was drawing me like
a bee to honey. With a grin, I planted a wet, sloppy kiss on her
glistening lips, amazed at how good she tasted. Driven on by her
soft squeals of delight, I alternated between fucking her with my
tongue and sucking on her clit. When she finally climaxed a half-
hour later, we both collapsed in exhaustion.
     "What came over you tonight?" she asked a while later.
     Sighing, I crawled under the covers next to her, confused by
the whole experience. I had acted with a skill I shouldn't have
possessed, and enjoyed something I had never had much interest in
before. "Does it matter?" I asked, terrified that it did.
     "Mmm, guess not." Wrapping her arms around me, April kissed
me softly and was quickly asleep. I possessed no such luck, and
lay there for a good hour, worrying about what was happening to
me. What's more, I was beginning to doubt the doctor would be
able to do any good.
                                   * * *
     "Well, don't see anything wrong so far, David." Adjusting
his glasses, the doctor asked "Any problems with sex drive?
Impotence? Anything like that?"
     "Well . . ." I'd tried to tell him as little as I thought
necessary, but my fear prevented me from holding too much back. I
needed answers, and couldn't let a little embarrassment stand in
my way. "Just lately," I admitted, "I've had a hard time getting
it up. I want to do it - it's not like I've lost interest - I
just can't."
     "Yes, I see." Nodding, he pulled on a pair of latex gloves
and asked me bend over the table. "You're a little young for
anything as serious as prostate cancer, but it never hurts to be
careful. Let's take a look." The snap of the gloves echoing
ominously, he leaned over and parted my green hospital gown.
     Swallowing, I closed my eyes and waited for him to get it
over with. I'd been afraid this might be necessary, but was more
afraid of missing some clue to my sickness. "Hey!" I jumped as
his finger penetrated the tight brown ring of my anus, the
lubricant colder than it had any right to be. However, as he
started probing around inside, I began to feel a pleasant warmth
down there. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before, and
I wasn't sure what to think.
     Suddenly, I had a vision of the doctor adding a few more
fingers, preparing me for the real penetration. With each finger
would come an instant of pain, giving way to a gradually more
intense pleasure. Breathing a little heavier, I imagined his
fingers giving way to his stiff prick. Holding onto my ass
cheeks, he would plunge deep into my hole, performing an intimate
probe of my insides. Sweating, I felt myself growing hard against
the table as he found my prostate, his massaging fingers easily
mistaken for the swollen head of his cock. It felt so good, so
right, I was on the verge of crying out when-
     "I see nothing wrong there, either." The moment his finger
slipped from my ass, I snapped back to reality. Disturbed as much
by my real feelings as the imagined ones, I shook my head in
despair.
     "You're sure?"
     "As sure as I can be." Returning to his desk, the doctor
advised "For now, try another detergent or perhaps a different
material in your shirts. The size difference is mostly illusion,
and your tenderness is probably just be an allergic reaction. As
for your sleeplessness and sexual difficulties, I'm inclined to
attribute them to stress."
     "Stress?" It seemed so simple, I wanted to believe. If
that's all it was, there'd be no need to worry. Unfortunately, I
couldn't bring myself to accept it as the answer. Slipping out of
the gown, I stared at the wet spot in front. Shit - having his
fingers up my ass had actually made me cum! I wanted to be
relived that everything down there still worked, but the
circumstances of my orgasm frightened me.
     "I think so," the doctor continued, oblivious to my new
concern. Handing me a prescription for a mild sedative, he
promised to call me as soon as he received the results of my
other tests. Thanking him for his help, I headed for home, no
more reassured than I had been an hour ago.
                                   * * *
     "Dave." Even with a weary smile on her face, my sister was a
sight for sore eyes. "This is a surprise."
     "Hi." Feeling rotten, I asked "Can I come in, sis? I . . .
really need somebody to talk to."
     Concerned, she invited me in and ran to put on a pot of
coffee. She looked almost as bad as I felt, but I was feeling too
sorry for myself to notice. Joining me on the couch, she handed
me a steaming mug and asked "What is it? What's wrong?"
     "It's April." Feeling dangerously close to tears, I blurted
out "She left me, Sarah." Sniffling, I said "She just up and
walked out."
     "Ohh, David." Laying a comforting arm across my shoulder,
she asked "What happened? Did you guys have a fight?"
     "No," I replied, shaking my head, "Nothing like that." Sure
I had come to the right person, I explained. "I've been feeling
really weird the past couple weeks, and I guess I hadn't been
hiding it as well as I thought. April became convinced I was
either gay, having an affair, or both and stormed out."
     Suddenly, I felt my sister tense beside me. "How have you
been feeling?" she asked, a note of hesitation in her voice.
"Please, David, tell me what's wrong. It . . . it could be
important."
     I was reluctant, but there was nobody else I could turn to.
Sarah and I had always been best friends, sharing our secrets,
our problems, our everything. When I lost my virginity, she was
the first person I told, and when she missed a period in grade
eleven, I had been the one to go with her for the pregnancy test.
Holding her hand, I told her the whole story, even my perverse
daytime fantasies about other men.
     "Oh my god." Slapping one hand over her mouth, she gasped
"Please, not you too!"
     Now I was really frightened. Concern for my sister taking
precedence over my own problems, I asked "What do you mean?"
     Sniffling, she began playing with the lace hem of her skirt
as she explained. It turned out she had been suffering the same
kind of problems, only in reverse. Whereas my chest had become
swollen and sensitive, she swore she had lost almost a full cup
size; I seemed to have become impotent, while her clit had grown
to nearly twice its size; the doctor's finger fuck had felt
great, but her pussy seemed to have lost all feeling; finally,
while I had become more submissive and gentle, she was turning
more aggressive and demanding.
     "David, I'm scared." Sobbing she threw her arms around my
neck, her hold almost painful in its intensity. "What if we're
both really sick? It'd be some kind of genetic thing, wouldn't
it? Something they couldn't cure!"
     "Shh, shh." Gently stroking her head, I tried my best to
console her. "I'm scared too, but we can't afford to be. We have
to -"
     "What? What is it?" Scared by my sudden halt, she demanded
"Tell me, David."
     "Ah, Sarah?" Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I asked
"Do you die your hair?"
     "No." Shaking her head, she scowled "You know as well as
anybody that it's always been red. Remember calling me freckle-
face all those years?"
     She was right - and I was really worried. This was one
symptom stress could never explain. "Come here." Pulling her off
the couch, I led her over to the mirror. "Blonde roots," I told
her. "Blonde, like me."
     "My god!" Grabbing my head, she gasped. "David. Y-you have
red roots."
     "Shit. Something is definitely wrong here, sis."
     "But what?" Frantic, she began pacing up and down the hall.
Suddenly, she stopped. "Wait a minute. Have you been having any
strange dreams lately?"
     Trying to think, I waved her off. "You know I never remember
my dreams."
     "Try, dammit! I think it's important."
     Sighing, I closed my eyes and concentrated. "Actually," I
smiled, "I do remember one dream. Just the other night, out of
the blue, I had a dream about Krissie." Our neighbour for almost
six years, I hadn't thought about her since highschool.
     "David, I dreamed about her too." Frightened, Sarah asked
"Do you remember anything more?"
      Try as I might, nothing would come. The fact that I
remembered even dreaming was unusual enough. "Nope. Sorry."
     "I can't remember details," she revealed, "But I'm not
myself in the dream." Frustrated, she began pacing again. "I
can't explain it, but I just feel wrong."
     That was exactly how I had been feeling lately. "I think I
know what you mean." Struck by an idea, I grabbed the phone book
and looked up our old neighbour. It was insane, but I was
desperate." Damn, I just hope she hasn't gotten married or
something."
     Joining me on the couch, my sister asked "Do you really
think she can help?"
     I shrugged. "No idea, sis, but it's too much to be a
coincidence."
     We found Krissie's number, but all we got was her machine.
Telling her we just wanted to get together and talk over old
times, we left a message. Neither of us knew what a girl we
hadn't seen since highschool could do, but we had to try.
Whatever was wrong though, I insisted upon spending the night.
Now that I knew Sarah shared my strange affliction, I was more
worried for her than for myself. Always the protective brother, I
wanted to be nearby in case she should need me. Too exhausted and
worried to argue, she set me up on the couch and then headed off
to bed.
                                   * * *
     "Uhhh. Ohhhh." Half-asleep, I swore I could hear moaning and
groaning coming from beside me. Too bad the couch could only fit
one person. "Ahhhh. Mmmmmm. Argghhhh!"
     That last one finally forced me awake. There was no way that
was my imagination. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I rolled over
to find myself in my sister's bed. As if that weren't surprise
enough, there were two strangers fucking beside me. I couldn't
see much of the guy, but the woman certainly wasn't Sarah. Six
feet tall, with long black hair cascading down a voluptuous body,
she was stunning - but a total stranger.
     "What the hell's going on?" Scared that they had done
something to my sister, I demanded "Who the fuck are you?"
     "Oh, good morning." Riding the cock of her lover, the woman
looked down at me and smiled. "I didn't mean to neglect you,
dear." Reaching behind her, she produced a thick, eight-inch,
black dildo. "Here, this should hold you till I'm done."
     "Mmmm, thanks." Taking the dildo from her, I buried it in my
pussy and sighed in delight. It felt so good, so right, like
nothing I had ever felt before. Turning it upside down, I was
able to brush my clit with the latex balls while the shaft
pistoned in and out of my gaping hole. I couldn't explain it, but
it was like I suddenly felt complete. However, there was this
nagging little voice in the back of my head, insisting something
was wrong. Distracted by the pleasure, it took a while for it to
finally hit me.
     "Oh shit!" Whipping the dildo out of my pussy, I stared at
the glistening surface in horror. Slowly turning my hand, I
dropped the dildo in surprise as my long, painted fingernails
came into view. Swiftly pulling my white, cotton nightie back
down to cover myself, I cried "What's happening here?"
     Just then, the guy turned to face me, grinning from ear to
ear. "Just lie back and enjoy," a deep, naggingly familiar voice
said. "There'll be plenty of time for explanations later, bro."
     I was staring at myself. That was MY body the mysterious
woman was fucking herself with! Of course, that could only mean
one thing. Whatever had been happening to Sarah and I had run its
course. Through some bizarre transformation, I now had her body
and she had mine! "How can you be so calm?" I demanded, as angry
as I was frightened.
     "Shh." Leaning down, the stranger kissed me, her tongue
sneaking in to duel lovingly with mine. Breaking away, she
suggested "Listen to your sister. Just enjoy yourself."
     Suddenly, all my worries and concerns were gone. Sarah was
enjoying herself, this mysterious woman was enjoying herself, and
they wanted me to enjoy myself. Who was I to argue? Laughing, I
reached up to fondle the woman's ample breasts while I shoved the
dildo back where it belonged. It was right, it was good, and I
was loving it.
                                   * * *
     It was several hours later before we reluctantly dragged
ourselves out of bed. Naked and sweaty, we gathered around the
kitchen table to discuss what had happened. The first revelation
- and one which I should have already guessed - was that our
stranger was none other than Krissie.
     Sipping her morning coffee, she asked "You guys never
thought you'd see me again, did you?"
     I shook my head, marvelling at the feel of my long red
tresses as they caressed my cheeks. "No."
     Sarah echoed my thoughts, adding "But we're glad you can
back."
     When Krissie smiled, I felt all warm and tingly inside. What
it meant, I had no idea, but I liked it. "I've wanted both of you
for a long time," she admitted. "Ever since we were in highschool
together."
     Watching as a milky dollop of cum escaped her pussy to slide
down her leg, I sighed softly. Some day - soon - I too would
enjoy that erotic sensation. "Why didn't you say anything?" I
asked, hurt. "We could have been happy together."
     "No," she replied, "I would have just ended up alienating my
two best friends. Sarah," she said, "You were no lesbian. You
would have been disgusted by my advances. And David," she said,
turning to me, "You always thought of me as the bratty girl from
next door. We could have never been lovers."
     Sarah slammed a fist down on the table in frustration.
"Damn, how could we have been so stupid? Look at all the years
we've lost."
     "Maybe," I said, taking her hand, "But that doesn't matter.
All that matters is that she came back for us." I knew what that
strange feeling was now. I was in love! Now that I knew what it
felt like, I realized I had never really loved anyone else. Only
Krissie could make me feel this way. The fact that everything was
happening so quickly didn't bother me in the least.
     Krissie grinned, as if nothing we had to say could ever
surprise. "Yes, everything's all right now. You see, thanks to
me, you have both been blessed." Her eyes sparkling with glee,
she added "Blessed with the gift of true bisexuality. Your
desires are now dictated by not only your minds - your memories -
but your new bodies as well."
     "How?" Sarah asked, sounding as confused as I felt. It
wasn't that I didn't appreciate the gift, I just didn't
understand it.
     Krissie laughed, reaching out to take hold of our hands.
"Let's just say I always get what I want. And what I want," she
grinned, "More than anything, is the two of you."
     I looked to my sister and smiled, no longer seeing anything
unusual in her. The fact that she was wearing my body didn't
bother me in the slightest. Her voice, now a deep baritone,
seemed as natural as my own high falsetto. From the way she
smiled back, I knew she was thinking the same thing. Whatever our
nearly-forgotten neighbour had done to us, we had no regrets.
     "I love you," I sighed, my gaze bouncing back and forth
between the two. "Both of you - with all my heart."
     My sister nodded. "Mmm, same here."
     Delighted, Krissie was positively beaming. Leaning across
the table to kiss us both, she laughed "Why, of course you do, my
darlings."
                                   * * *
     "Ooooh, Davey!" Moaning in delight, Krissie squeezed
tighter. "You're incredible . . . a . . . a natural."
     Trapped in the pleasant vice of her thighs, I smiled into
her pussy, unwilling to stop for even a moment. She had been
riding my face for the past half hour, climaxing twice and
flooding me with her sweet juices. Her first orgasm had even
carried the creamy taint of my own cum, deposited there by my
loving sister. The odd circumstances of the whole encounter only
served to make it that much more erotic.
     Tilting my head back, I extended my tongue, folding up the
sides to embrace her beautiful clit. Using a trick she had taught
me earlier in the day, I slowly and gently stroked that hard
little nubbin. Before long, she was on her way to another climax,
her shivers of pleasure spreading to envelop my body as well. It
seemed the better I could make her feel, the more intense my
pleasure became.
     "S-s-s-top, please, hold off," Panting, Krissie reluctantly
lifted herself off of my face, her legs slick with our combined
sweat. "One more like that, and I swear I'll pass out."
     "Don't worry," I promised her, "I'd still be there when you
woke up." Licking her juices from my lips, I giggled, overcome
with the strength of my love for this woman.
     "Hey, you've hogged her for long enough," Sarah complained
from beside us. "It's my turn to show her how much she means to
us."
     "I appreciate that," our raven-haired temptress sighed, "But
I really need a break." Leaning back against the headboard, she
suggested "Why don't the two of you get to know one another a bit
better."
     Surprised, I asked "You mean . . ."
     My sister was quick to follow "Wouldn't that be . . ."
     "My dears, you've been given a gift," she told us. "It's
only natural that you share it." Taking our hands, she pressed
them together and smiled. "Remember, we're just one big, happy
family now. We're lovers first, and everything else second." A
mischievous glint in her eye, she asked "Besides, haven't you
ever wondered what it would be like to feel yourself? To taste
yourself? To fuck yourself?"
     Now that she explained it, it all made perfect sense. How
could we have ever doubted her? "Make love to me, Sarah," I
whispered. "Please, fuck me. Make me feel like a woman!"
     She laughed as she threw one muscular leg over my body. "You
don't have to ask twice, bro." Stroking her cock, she asked "Do
you want it fast, or slow? Nice and easy? Or hard and rough?"
     Closing my eyes in anticipation, I sighed. "Whatever makes
you happiest."
     A second later, I experienced the most incredible sensation
of my entire life. For the first delicious time, I felt the
presence of a man inside me. Her cock plunged into my hole, my
wet pussy eagerly sucking her as deep as she could go. I could
feel every inch of flesh, every vein, as she slipped across my
moist, inflamed pussy lips. It was so intense, so exciting, I
came right then and there.
     "Uhhhh, uhhhh, uuhuhuhuhuh, ohhhhhhhh, Sarahhhhhh!" Grabbing
fistfuls of sheets in my hands, I bucked and writhed like a woman
possessed. God, it should be illegal for anything to feel so
good!
     Grimacing, she scolded me "Damn, bro. Give me a little
warning. Shit, the way you clamped down on me, I almost came
myself."
     "B-b-but I want you to," I hissed, slowly coming back down.
"I want to feel your seed inside me." Pouting - like April used
to do - I begged "Please? Pretty please?"
     "Oh, you will," she smiled "But not . . . just . . . yet."
Forcing my legs father apart, she leaned forward and began
nuzzling my breasts. Her oral caresses were rougher, and more
forceful than Krissie's, but no less pleasant. It was as if tiny
jolts of electricity were bouncing back and forth between my
nipples and my clit, and I never wanted it to stop.
     As I lay there, filled with the warm firmness of my sister's
throbbing cock, I heard Krissie curse softly. Afraid we had
displeased her, I asked "Did we do something wrong?" Tears
welling in my eyes, I said "We're sorry."
     "No, my sweet, you've done everything right." Taking my face
in her hands, she pressed her full lips to mine and kissed me.
Slowly and sensuously, we kissed and sucked and licked at the
other's mouth. Our tongues were like tiny cocks, plunging between
our lips, tasting a lover. Finally, breaking away, she explained
"I just got so hot watching you two, I had to join in."
     "Mmm, please," Sarah invited.
     Laughing, Krissie had me slide further down the bed until my
legs were dangling over the edge. Climbing atop me, she told my
sister "Let's try something different. While I eat your brother's
hot little twat, I want you to fuck the two of us." Licking
Sarah's cock as it slowly withdrew from my pussy, she suggested
"A couple strokes deep into my pussy, and then a few deep into
Davey's mouth. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
     Before she could answer, I squealed "Oh, yes! Please, let's
do it!"
     "Hell, with two beautiful women begging for my meat, how
could I say no?" Taking Krissie's hole first, she asked "Who gets
the special treat at the end?"
     I wanted it so bad, I could already almost taste it.
However, I would never think of denying my dark-haired goddess
the pleasure. If she wanted it, I would be happy to let her have
it. Besides, I could always suck it out of her later! Again!
     Already lapping at my pussy, Krissie said "When you're ready
to cum, just let it go." Slowly working a finger inside me, she
added "Don't worry about choosing one of us over the other."
     That meant I still had a chance! Thrilled, I watched,
spellbound, as Sarah's cock slid out of Krissie's pussy, covered
with all our juices. "Open up," she cooed, "Open wide for Mr.
Happy." Like she had to ask! The instant her cock touched my
lips, I knew I had to have her all. No matter what happened, I
had to feel her semen spurting inside me, painting my teeth and
gums and tongue. Ovalling my lips around her shaft, I eagerly
accepted her oral penetration, overjoyed to find she tasted as
incredible as she felt. I was in the wrong position to deepthroat
her, but the sensation of her purple, swollen cockhead bouncing
off the back of my mouth was pure bliss.
     After a couple more strokes, she returned to our neighbour's
pussy, allowing me to concentrate on Krissie's talented tongue.
She had this technique where she would take a fold of my labia
between her lips and gently bat at it with just the tip of her
tongue. Every few seconds, she would release the tender flesh,
only to move down slightly and repeat the process. It was so
fantastic, I only regretted that Sarah had never allowed herself
to feel such love.
     "Unnh, not long now," Sarah warned. Taking her back into my
mouth, I formed a tight seal around her pulsating organ and began
sucking for all I was worth. Breathing through my nose, I
hollowed out my cheeks and began flicking her piss-slit with my
tongue. I could already taste her salty precum, which seemed to
act like the most potent of aphrodisiacs. Vaguely recalling my
strange daydream in the men's room at work, I realized the
reality was infinitely better than the fantasy.
     "Ohh, Sarah," I complained as she returned to fucking the
succulent hole above me. "Please come back. I feel so empty
without you."
     "Don't worry, bro." Grunting with exertion, she assured me
"I won't be gone long." Just then, she tensed, her jaw thrust out
in a pose I remembered only too well. Licking my lips, I only
hoped she could hold off long enough to return to my hungry
mouth.
     "Shit . . . fuck . . . hereitcomes!" From the way Krissie
squealed and buried her face hard into my pussy, I knew the first
spurt had exploded inside her. Fortunately, Sarah was pulling out
as it happened, and I had a front row seat for the magnificent
show. Popping free, the hard, swollen organ directed a second
shot at the lips of the pussy above me in the most erotic display
I had ever been fortunate to witness. The creamy white arc
splashed against Krissie's pink flesh, making my mouth water with
desire. Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I watched Sarah push
herself down to fill me with the remainder of her seed.
     "Eat it!" she groaned. "Suck that slimy sperm from my dick!"
     As the first hot, white jet splattered against the roof of
my mouth, I climaxed myself, showering Krissie with a sudden
spray of pussy juice. Experiencing pure ecstasy at both ends, I
clamped my lips around Sarah spewing organ, determined not to
miss a drop. Her cum had a sharp taste to it, not at all like the
nutty flavour I had heard about, and was the consistency of
runny, lumpy pudding. Not that I'm complaining! For me, it was
sweet ambrosia, eclipsed only by the juices of my other true
love.
     "Mmm, unnnn, ngghhhh," Sucking and swallowing with feverish
intensity, I wondered idly how something so simple could feel so
fantastic! If you've never had someone you love explode in your
mouth, there is no way to explain how it feels. This had to be
what nature had invented lips for!
     Eventually, it was over, and her softening cock shrank from
my reach as Krissie's weary face disengaged itself from between
my legs. Covered with my juices and our sweat, she smiled and
shared a wet, sloppy kiss with me. Licking a few remaining
dollops of cum from my lips, she then did the same for Sarah.
Happy, exhausted and content, we all collapsed onto the bed,
sharing an awkward, but loving, three-way embrace.
                                   * * *
     "Please, Krissie, don't ever leave us," I whispered a while
later. "Stay with us forever."
     "Gotta agree with my bro on that," Sarah said. "Stay with
us. Live with us. Let's be a family, just like you said."
     Touched, Krissie smiled, tears running down her cheeks. "You
guys really mean that, don't you?" she gasped.
     "Of course," Sarah said.
     Hurt, I asked "How could you ever doubt how deeply we care
for you?"
     Wiping the tears from her eyes, she just sat there and
stared at the two of us. How were we to know that those final
sentiments had truly been ours, expressed from the bottom of our
hearts? There was no way we could know that she had released us
from her mysterious control, leaving us free to choose to accept
her. Not that it would have made any difference. "Oh, I love you
guys," she gushed. "I was so afraid you'd hate me for what I did
to you."
     It took only a brief instant to replay the past in my head,
the memories only strengthening my devotion. Sarah and I could
never understand what Krissie had done, or how, but none of that
mattered. If there was ever an instance where the end justified
the means, this was it. "We could never hate you," I sobbed back,
meaning every word, every tear of joy.
     "Never," Sarah echoed, her voice cracking slightly with
emotion. "All we can ever do is try to thank you for making our
love possible."
     Snuggling in between us, Krissie wrapped an arm about each
of us. "You'll never regret this," she said, sealing her promise
with a kiss.
     Kissing her back, Sarah and I smiled, then lovingly kissed
one another.

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