ROD`S SISTERS

Chapter - 1

I hadn't seem him for six plus years but as soon as he entered the Kamikaze Topless Bar on Main St., Bowling Green, Ohio, on a beautiful early May evening I recognized him – Rod Munroe, aka 'Surfer Rod', aka 'Blond Rod'. Our paths had crossed in 1988/89 at OSU when Rod and I had lived in the same dorm during our freshman year at the University. Although we had never become close friends, we were acquaintances and due to an odd quirk of fate got to know quite a bit about the other during that year.
Rod Scouries and Rod Munroe had both arrived on campus in Columbus in September 1988, both tall (6'2"), both slim yet strong (185 pounds), both fit, both assigned to rooms one floor apart in Tally Hall and both hungry for pussy. I didn't get any work done that first month, away from home for the first time and with all those hot coeds to choose from, I was in heaven! He, likewise, was doing the same thing and soon 'that guy Rod in Tally' became quite famous among the freshettes, the success each of us was having enhancing the others prospects. I continually got phone calls meant for him and was often accused of having done something (or someone) that I hadn't. Eventually, to differentiate us, people started calling me 'Rocket Rod' and he 'Surfer' or 'Blond Rod' in deference to his long, blond locks.
Seeing him now, sitting at the bar in 1995, still looking the same, watching the strippers reflected in the big mirror over the bar, smiling as they danced, I laughed to myself, surprised by how glad I was to see him. Walking over to him and tapping him on the shoulder, I said, "Well Rod, I see you're still chasing pussy, you horny bastard."
"What? Who are y...Rocket Rod??...Rod Scouries, what the fuck are you doing in Bowling Green?" he finally asked, as he jumped up and shook my hand.
"Well Surfer, I'm out in the cold, hard world now, trying to earn a few bucks and after a day at the grindstone I figured a beer and some titties would be just fine. Don't you just love these strip bars in college towns? They just have the freshest little pussies in the world!"
"I live here, always have," he answered, and then grinning added, "Bowling Green girls rule! What do you do, where do you live anyway? Did you finish at State? Didn't you go back to California?"
"Yup, I'm back living on the coast. But what the fuck happened to you? Christ, sophomore year I got more calls from girls looking for you than I could handle. No one knew what had happened to you." He quickly told me a bare bones story, clearly uncomfortable with the subject. Apparently two weeks after returning home his after his freshman year, his Mom and Dad had died in a car crash and he finally had decided to stay home and run his Dad's business and help support his sisters.. "So, are you married, have a steady girlfriend?" I asked, "Any little Surfers?"
"No Rocket, I'm at home, single, working hard and living with my three sisters."
Something in his voice when he mentioned his sisters piqued my interest and I was suddenly alert. "I didn't know you had sisters Rod. How old are they? What do they do?" He then told me about Clara, 31, a librarian at BGU; Chrissy, 30, a nurse; and Cathy, 26, a year older than Rod and working with him in the family business. In his voice as he talked I could hear the pride, the love he had for them, and I wondered if Rod was walking the same path as I. "Are they married?" I asked innocently.
"No, I think they're going to end up old maids," he joked, but I sensed his hesitation, and I could feel his desire to talk.
"So I guess you're seducing all these sexy young BGU coeds? I never would have guessed a small place like this would have so much talent."
"I'm getting old Scouries," he protested, and changing the subject asked what I was doing in life.
"I started my own computer software consulting business. I finished at State with a degree in Math and Computer Programming and for my thesis designed some software for managing Library Systems. It actually fills a real need and after further refining it in California I've gone commercial, I've been able to sell 10 universities and some community colleges in the last four years."
"What're you doing here?"
"There's a new IT guy at Bowling Green and I sold him a system at his last job. I'm hoping to sell them here."
"That's where Clara works.. She's the Assistant Library Director since February. I'll talk to her tonight."
"You're kidding, that'd be good, thanks Surfer. What about you? What's the family company do?"
"Dad had started to sell flower seeds through the mail 25 years ago. It's actually taken off in the last few years; the internet's been a godsend to us. We're getting rich from our home office! Have you married Rocket or are you still as wild as before?"
"I'm like you Surfer; I've been working hard and living at home with Mom and Sis. Once in a while on the road I fool around some but... I don't know... I've done just about everything. Oh, but I have started writing."
"Writing? You?"
"Yes," I started, a wide grin on my face, "I'm writing erotic stories, tales of sex and love."
"Bullshit! Have you published any?"
"I put them on the net, anonymous. It's sort of a little sideline for me, I have fun with it."
"Can I read them? What do I do?"
"Sure you can read them," I told him, "But I got to warn you, they're pretty risqué, they deal with subjects you might not like, like Rape, Exhibitionism, even Incest."
I could see his interest rise on the last word and was pretty sure my guess about him was right. Not wanting to press the issue I told him, "Listen Rod, you could try some, they're fairly short, – you might like 'My Sister's Milk' or 'The Flaherty Family' or 'Brinnie and the Alien'." Looking at my watch I told him, "Listen I'm sorry, I've really gotta go, I'm meeting my University contact for a late dinner. But Christ man, it's good to see you. What are you doing tomorrow night; I'd like to take you to dinner, talk some more."
"It's my town Rocket, I'll take you out. Are you staying next door?" Seeing my nod, he went on, "I'll pick you up at seven in the lobby, there's a good restaurant just down the street." As I watched him walk away, I wondered what he'd think of my stories and if he'd have a story for me the next night.
He was smiling and clearly excited when I met him in the Holiday Inn lobby the next night and knew immediately that my erotic tales had been well received. Soon we were down the street, sitting down to 16 ounce T-bone steaks, accompanied by lots of fries and beer. We both soon found out we liked each other, our conversation coming effortlessly and covering a broad array of subjects, from sports to politics to business to art. As we sat back after finally finishing our steaks, Rod changed the subject, at last bracing the topic I knew he wanted to discuss.
"I read some of your stories last night Scouries," he began tentatively, "They're good, I liked them, I was surprised you could write like that, fuck, I got hard reading them. Clara read some too."
"Who?"
"Clara, you know, my sister, the librarian. I was telling her about your company, the software you're trying to sell. I mentioned your writing to her. She loves reading. She told me this morning she liked them too... Um, can I ask you something, Rocket?"
"Sure, shoot."
"Did you write the stories about people you know or are they all made up? Like 'The Flaherty Family' for example. Is it based on a real family?"
"Listen Rod, I can talk to you in confidence right?" I asked, and seeing his eager nod continued, "I have a friend; he's not called Flaherty or live in Pennsylvania, but most of what I wrote is based on his family..."
"And you visited them? You've joined them... I mean slept with...you know what I mean..."
"Yeah Rod, sorta like I wrote it."
"But you talk in the story about going with your sister!... What about 'My Sister's Milk'? You've never done anything like that, have you?"
"Rod, I'll tell you a little story. Annie, my sister, she's four years older than me Rod. She ran away from home when I was thirteen, but she came home the fall of my senior year in high school, an eleven month baby girl in her arms. I'm sitting around, a horny eighteen year old, and this beautiful girl, and Annie is really beautiful Rod, is walking around half dressed most of the time. The first night she's home, we're all sitting down eating dinner and she pops her tit out and starts feeding the kid. I'm watching this perfect tit and I'm as hard as a rock, not knowing where to look. I'm a virgin and I'm in love. She knew I loved looking at her and she loved showing me, loved exciting her little brother. Weeks later she finally let me suck her tits, oh God, I came in my pants the first time I sucked her."
"Jesus, this was when you were in high school? Your sister let you drink her milk?" he gasped.
"Yeah, and for Christmas she took my cherry... And God, after that we fucked every day until I left for OSU. I couldn't stop. She taught me everything. And when I got to school I wanted to fuck every coed I could find. I was sorta embarrassed about what I had done with Annie, about having sex with my sister. I wanted to prove I was normal... That's maybe why I was so wild first year. But..."
"But what Rocket?"
"After first year I went home and within an hour of walking through the front door I was in Sis's bed again, and you know Rod, I knew then she was the one for me. I went back to State each fall, but I knew I'd return to her. We live together now Rod; have since I left school three years ago."
"What about your Mom?" he asked but seeing my look mumbled, "You're Mom... too... Oh Jesus."
We were silent for minutes; I was willing to wait him out, knowing he wanted to talk to me. Finally almost stuttering he started to talk, "Listen Rocket, I'd like to say... I've got a story... My sisters and...Are you willing to hear my story?... Fuck, I've don't know how to...shit Scouries, do you have any beer in your room?... Can I talk to you?" he finished. Fifteen minutes later we were in my suite, comfortably seated, beers in hand and Surfer Rod Munroe started to talk.
Rod's Tale
We were a happy family, and I being the youngest was spoiled from the start, my sisters always looking out for me. But they somehow didn't have it as easy.. Although we were well off, Dad and Mom were pretty religious, born again Christians who didn't believe in movies or dancing or modern clothes. Clara and Christine were older than Cathy and I and those two had it much harder than I. They were good looking, athletic and relatively popular when young but when their friends started dating they were left behind, Dad's unwillingness to let them date etc. put a real damper on their social lives.
I got home from OSU that spring full of myself, the university had opened up a whole new world to me – a world where I was happy and popular and a million possibilities stretched out before me. That spring I was looking forward to helping Dad on the farm and with the business, and also, in my spare time, getting as many sweet Bowling Greeners as I could between the sheets. But it was weird too, since I finally realized my two older sisters didn't seem to have any kind of sex life, any kind of social life period.
In the first two weeks back from school I started to watch them and figure out what was going on. They both had graduated from school and were working but never seemed to go out. I hadn't really noticed how strange their lives were when I was younger, but now, after a year at OSU and the things I had seen and done, I knew something wasn't right.
They were both good looking, and had great bodies but they didn't use any makeup and they dressed old style, it was like they were trying to be unattractive. Were they Lesbians? Did they have secret lives that no one knew about? Shit, I even sat down with Cathy one night and asked her what was going on with our sisters. "You know Rod," she told me, "There's definitely something wrong there but I haven't been able to get either one to talk. I've tried, but they always clam up when the subject of sex or boys comes up."
I was also starting to get horny those first two weeks back. The last while at school I'd been so far behind I'd had to drop girls and cram like hell just so I could catch up and try to pass my courses. Then when I got home, what with helping Dad and all the family things going on I hadn't gone out at all.
I think that's why I started looking at my sisters so closely and quickly realized two things, one, these girls weren't getting any loving, and two, all three of them were hot. I found myself checking them out at breakfast, as they moved around the house, at dinner, watching TV, everywhere. Fuck, I was even trying to figure out ways to spy on them, you know, see them naked, and I'd sit close to them on the couch or accidentally, inadvertently touch them. My own sisters and I'm masturbating to them every night! It was weird.
And then the accident! It just kicked the shit out of all of us, fucked us up completely. Dad and Mom had been strict, yes and maybe a little strange, but they loved us and always tried to do what they thought best for us. It's only when you lose someone that you realize how important they were to you. The week that followed we were all like zombies, going through the motions when in public, but huddling together crying and hugging when at home alone.
I don't think what I did later, shit, what we all did would have happened if we hadn't gone through that week from hell together, if we hadn't realized how much we all loved each other. I tell you, it was the catalyst that drove me into the arms of my sisters.
Clara and I were named trustees of Dad's estate with the four of us equal beneficiaries under the terms of his will. In the week after their funeral I had started to do some work on Dad's business just to keep it going until we decided what we were going to do with it and had found I liked it and had some ideas for the future. I think it was then that I decided I wasn't going back to OSU, that I wanted to stay home and build the business.
On Wednesday, about ten days after Dad's death, his lawyer came to see Clara and I, and we spent the afternoon going over the estates assets etc. We found we were relatively rich – the house and farm were both paid off, there was $250,000 in life insurance, and other investments and assets worth another $100,000. And finally the business had earned about $90,000 last year and was growing.
That evening, after the lawyer left, Clara and I talked. I was afraid she, or the other girls, might want to sell everything and split the cash. "What do you want to do Clara?" I asked, "Are you going to stay in Bowling Green or do you want to move."
"I'm staying here Rod, in this house. If you others want your money, that's okay but I'm staying, it's our home...you're smiling, you don't want to sell either?"
"No, I've decided to stay home and run the business. I want to be with you guys."
"But you've got to go back to school Rod, you've got to get your degree."
"I'll go to Bowling Green part time and work here and at the farm on the business. I'm not leaving now sis, I love you all too much, I'm never leaving you, never," I insisted.
Smiling, she pulled me into her arms, hugging me tightly, while saying, "Oh I'm so happy Rod, I didn't want us to break up.. Do you think Cathy and Chrissie will agree, will stay with us?"
"Of course they will, we're all in this together," I told her. As we sat hugging on the couch I asked, "Can I ask you something Clara? Something personal?" Seeing her nod, I started tentatively, not sure exactly how to ask without hurting her. "Do you like..., Are you planning on...Oh shit, I don't know how..."
"What?"
"Clara, do you like men, I mean, are you attracted to men, or do you prefer...Listen sis, I love you but I can't figure out your sex life. Do you want to get married or have children? I mean, whatever you like is your business, but I'm worried about you, about Chrissie...I've slept with some women this past year, geez I love it, I hope you are..?
Pulling back away from me, she said, "I'm not a Lesbian Rod, if that's what you're asking," as tears starting to fall from her eyes.
"Clara, I don't care what you are, as long as you're happy. You were always such a nice big sister to me, always looking out for little Rod. God, I love you," I finished as I cradled her head against my chest.
Finally, after minutes of quiet sobs, she started to talk, almost whispering and not looking at me as she spoke, "I'm afraid Rod. You're big, strong, independent, smart sister falls apart whenever a man talks to her. I want to go out with men, date but... I know it should be easy, I read enough books... I'm smart enough to know I can do it, but...I don't wear the right clothes, I don't know how to talk, flirt... I'm not pretty... I'm too tall...my hairs a mess... My breasts are...Why are you laughing Rod, it's not funny."
Hugging her, I said, "I'm relieved Sis; you sound like every girl I know. And don't worry, you've got a man now – me, and I'm never going to let you go."
"What do you mean?"
Standing, I pulled her up from the couch and led her to the large wall mirror in our parent's room. "Look at yourself Clara," I told her, standing behind her and holding her shoulders. "You are so fucking beautiful sis, tall and slim, Christ, your blue eyes, your blond hair so soft," I said as my hands moved caressingly through her hair, "your wide shoulders, God, your breasts so high, so firm, so perfect."
"Roddddddd, what are you doing?" Clara squealed, as my palms cupped and then squeezed her tits.
"And your flat stomach, your beautiful hips, your mound, your legs," I added as I moved my hands confidently over my beautiful sister.
"Ohhh Rod, no, stop, stop please," she gasped.
"You're so beautiful Clara, I want you so bad," I whispered, my hardness now pushing against her, as I lowered the zipper on her dress and let it fall to the floor. As her plain white bra was unsnapped and opened, a groan of desire escaped my lips. Her pink aureoles, as wide as silver dollars, seemed engorged and full, and the fat, erect nipples bursting out from them drew my fingers like magnets.
"What are you doing, we can't, oooooohhh Goddd Rod, we can't, ooohhhhhhh my...."
"Are you a virgin Clara? Have you ever felt a man's lips on your breasts before? Oh shit Clara, you taste good, oh, I'm going to fuck you Clara," I said, and then quickly pulled her white panties down, exposing a full bush of curly blond hair, her pinkness beneath easily seen. As I led her toward the bed I lifted my t-shirt over my head and then stumbled momentarily as I pushed my shorts and briefs off.
Lying next to her on the bed, I gently touched her, and then slowly moved my fingers over her milky white skin. I quieted her protest of 'But Rod, no, we can't' by kissing her, content to slowly awaken her to her bodies needs. When our tongues finally met, I felt a shiver of excitement rush across her skin, and slowly her tongue met mine in hunger. Tentatively her hands started to move, touching first my hair and cheek, before moving to lightly flick over my chest.
I lay back on the pillow and left my hands at my sides, panting lightly as she explored. As her lips tickled my nipple, I felt the first timid brush of her fingers through my pubic hair, the light nervous groping for my shaft. "Touch it Clara, please touch my big cock," I grunted, as she moved to tighten her palm around my now engorged shaft. As she bent over me, her head just a foot from the hardness she stroked, as if fearful of losing sight of him, I slipped a hand between her thighs and moved towards her center.
"Oh God Rod, oh fuck yessss" she moaned as a finger slipped up her already oiled channel. Strangely, although as excited as I had ever been with a woman before, I took my time, knowing there was no need to rush with this magnificent girl. Lifting her legs up off the sheets, I moved her now flush lower lips over my face and after inhaling her powerful scent, gently lowered her cunt onto my tongue and sampled her. While her female chemicals drove me wild, my tongue and lips worked over her sex; probing and licking, inside her and over her trembling clit. As I felt her approach release, she dropped my penis, and placed her cheek against my stomach as her back arched into an almost impossible angle. I was clasping her ass in my two hands, one finger lightly stimulating her anal opening, as her first spasm of release rocked her. "Uunnnhh...Uunnnhh... Uunnnhh... Uunnnhh... Uunnnhh...," her deep guttural groans echoed repeatedly through the room as her sweet liquids bathed my mouth.
As her orgasm passed, and as she lay panting atop me, I rolled her onto her back and after lifting her feet onto my shoulders, I pushed deep into her, my shaft buried in one long stroke. As I moved rhythmically in and out, she immediately responded, her inexperienced body somehow naturally knowing what to do. I found I loved being with a big woman, her 5'10" and 142 pound, muscled body was soon working as hard as mine. She wrapped her legs around my back, squeezing me on each in-stroke, and her arms clutched my neck and my head, not allowing my lips to leave hers. This was hard fucking, almost animalistic, and as we approached the end, our frenzy increased, both of us grunting and moaning wildly. As she felt streams of hot sperm cascade deep inside her for the first time in her life, she screamed, a wild primitive sound of ecstasy.
"Jesussssss, oh fuck Roddy, oh my God I love you," she finally got out between her pants, kissing me lightly all over my face. "And you, my beautiful, big cock," she said grinning, "Where have you been all my life?" Moving down my body she grasped my still erect penis in both hands and then rained kisses on his crown before engulfing him between her lips. After swallowing my cum for the first time, she licked her lips and told me she had never tasted anything better, and then brought him back to life and impaled herself, and laughing and with her head thrown back in joy, rode atop me until we came again.
We awoke the next morning at dawn and as we showered off the stickiness from our couplings, I took her standing up, lifting her up and dropping her repeatedly onto my cock as the warm water rained onto us. Later, sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee we talked. "At least Chrissie was working at the hospital last night, but gosh, I hope Cathy didn't hear too much," she said.
"She was out late, I heard her come in around three, I think we're OK."
"What are we going to do? To tell them?"
"Let's talk tonight, quite late, in bed, when I'm about eight inches deep in you..." I said, lightly patting her butt.
"Ha, ha, ha! I got to go to work Roddy," she said as she moved to go, but then turned and kissed me, and lightly running her fingers over my groin added, "I love you so much, little brother, so much."
That night at dinner the four of us discussed Dad's Will and when Clara and I told them how we hoped to keep the house and farm, and have me continue to run the company, both Cathy and Chris quickly agreed.
"I'll help you with the company Rod," offered Cathy, "And we can both take some courses at school."
"OK," said Chris, "As long as I can paint the house and plant a new garden." Although we had a large and beautiful house, one Mom had inherited early in her marriage from a great-aunt, Dad had disapproved of color paint and ornamentation, so that the house, both inside and out, was drab. Even though he had sold flower seeds, to the whole family's mystification, Dad had refused to have gardens around the house. Laughing, we all readily agreed, and I promised to help her myself.
"What's your schedule at the hospital anyway Chris," I asked.
"I'm on night-shift for the next four days, but then have Monday to Wednesday off."
"All right sis, Monday morning, you and I are going to start painting the house."
"I'll help too Chris," piped in Cathy. Carla was leaving the next morning for a five day Librarians Convention in Cleveland but promised she'd be back Tuesday and would help after that.
I slipped into Clara's bed around eleven, after Chris had left for her work and Cathy had gone to see some friends. Later, as she lay on top of me, both of us sweating profusely, the smell of sex permeating the room, my penis softening slowly within her, she asked, "What are we going to tell Chris, Cathy? We can never hide this. They'll know within days."
"I'm going to make love with them Clara. We all need to stay together, I don't want to hurt you, I love you so much, but I..."
"Oh Roddy! That's perfect. I hoped you'd somehow want to. This way we can stay together, always. Oh, I love you," she finished and then kissed me hard. Finally pulling back, she teasingly said, "But Roddy, do you think that tonight you might be able to do your little sister Clara one more time?" And yes, I did it once, and then again, and eventually again, before we fell asleep exhausted in each others arms.
Friday, after Clara had left for her convention, and as Cathy and I worked on filling some orders for customers, I asked her, "What are you doing tonight Sis?"
"I don't know, why?"
"I haven't gone out in four weeks, ever since I got home, I need a night out. Will you go out with your brother for a night?"
"Are you serious? Go with your old sister? Don't you have all sorts of your old flames dying to go out with you? What about your little friend from last summer? Where is she anyway?"
Blushing, I said, "Okay, okay, if you don't want to go with me, if you're too embarrassed to be seen out with your younger brother, just say so Cathy. But I really hoped you'd go out with me, I've always wanted to hang with you but with Dad, and his rules"...
"Me too Roddy," she said while sighing, "I was just kidding. Let's go to 'The Green House', there are lots of students there and we can dance. I always wondered what it would be like to dance with my little brother," she finished, a funny sly smile on her face.
She surprised me when she came down the stairs that night a little after nine; she was so beautiful, so sexy that I almost threw her down and fucked her right there in the hall. Though shorter than Clara, Cathy at 5'8" and about 118 pounds had the same straw colored hair as Clara and I. But while Clara's was short and shaped, Cathy's was long and reached almost to her bum, and tonight seemed to float wildly in every direction, each step she took setting off a cascade of golden waves.
She had had lots of time to tan since school ended and her skin was just that perfect golden hue, the color that makes you salivate just imagining your tongue sliding over it. She wore a red silk top, held up by spaghetti straps and cut so that the tops of her breasts were bare, and her lack of bra was obvious as I watched her pointed, full orbs dance beneath their crimson covering. "Jesus," I moaned aloud, watching her descent and staring at her long legs, legs almost completely exposed beneath the little white, pleated, flapping mini skirt she wore.
"What's wrong?" she asked, and then did a quick pirouette, "You don't like?"
"You're just the most beautiful girl in town Cathy. But where did you get those clothes anyway? Mom and Dad would never have allowed you out in those."
"No questions nosy. C'mon Rod, let's get going, you're sisters going to dance tonight baby," she gushed, and grabbing my arm led me out to the car. We almost immediately ran into a group of her university friends when we got to the bar and then spent most of the night with them. Even though her girlfriends were nice, and a couple even made it plain they'd be prepared to drop their dates if I was interested, I spent most of the night in a funk. Watching Cathy in the arms of others, dancing and smiling and flirting with these Bowling Green jerks had surprisingly pissed me off royally. As we approached the one a.m. closing I finally broke in on her most insistent suitor, telling him I had promised Sis the last dance.
"What do you think of Joe?" she asked shyly, referring to her latest partner.
"If he had grabbed your bum one more time I was going to kill the idiot," I hissed, "He's not nearly good enough for you."
"I seemed to see you dancing pretty close with my friends Bro. Little Gloria was raving about you in the bathroom. She's ready to teach you everything she knows," Cathy finished laughing. As she laughed, I drew her against me; my hands light but firm on her back, letting her feel my excitement, my size. Laying her cheek against mine, her hair enveloping my head, she said nothing for the rest of the dance but as we walked back toward our table she whispered, "Thanks Rod, I had fun tonight."
I could sense her unease at what had happened between us, what she knew we both had felt and we stayed quiet on the ride home. I could feel her desire as we walked up the stairs to our bedrooms and we both hesitated as we approached her door, Cathy finally saying good night hesitantly. "You want listen to some music before bed?" I offered.
"No Rod, I'm tired, I think I'll grab a quick shower and go to bed."
"Yeah, I think I'll shower too. You want to share? I could soap your back," I joked.
"Ha, ha, I'll let you know when I'm finished Bro. Sweet dreams."
Cathy had to pass my room to get to hers from the bathroom, so I left my door open and undressed while she showered, waiting naked, my room only dimly lit by a bedside lamp. "Rod," she called, stopping for a second in my doorway. "The showers free... Ooh, sorry," she stuttered, her eyes finding my naked body.
Turning to face her, pretending to scramble to cover my semi hard cock, I let her have a good look before placing a hand over it, and said, "Oh thanks Sis, sleep well, I'll see you tomorrow." Washing, I chuckled to myself as I ran my soapy hands over my muscular body, knowing what Cathy was thinking of and wondering what it was going to be like touching her, entering her. Fifteen minutes later I knocked lightly on her door, a pair of white boxers my only covering, a couple of CD's and a fat joint in my hands.
"What? Roddy, is that you?"
"Yup, can I come in for a minute Sis?"
It was seconds before she answered, and I heard a drawer open and shut before she finally said, "Just a sec Rod," and then another fifteen seconds before she said to come in. She was in bed, sitting against the headboard, a book in her left hand, and wearing a thin silk nightie that just reached mid thigh. "Hi, what's wrong?" she asked.
"I can't sleep Cathy, I thought I'd listen to some tunes, relax a bit. Do you ever smoke?" I asked, holding up the joint.
"I've tried it...but only a couple of times. I didn't know you did."
"Not often, but with Dad and Mom and everything, it helps me....I don't know... forget a bit."
Instantly a strange, sad look passed over her face, and then tapping the bed at her side, said, "C'mon up here little brother. Maybe that's just what we need tonight."
Soon we were sitting side by side on the bed, resting on the pillows, our bodies touching, my left arm around her, that sweet intoxicating smoke wafting through the room. Giggling, Cathy laid her cheek against my chest as my fingers squeezed the fullness of her left breast, and brushed her already twitching nipple. "What were you doing when I knocked on the door anyway Cath? I'm sure you weren't reading."
Slowly she licked across my chest and up my neck to my chin, then laughing said, "I was dreaming of a handsome, naked man, a man who was in my bed ravishing my hot young body."
"What was all that noise before I came in, the drawers opening and closing?"
"I was naked; I had to get my nightie. I also had to hide my... Oops, I shouldn't have said..." she finished, covering her mouth to stop her giggles.
"Hide what Sis?" I asked, a broad smile on my face.
"Oh, okaaay, I'll show you. It just something I sometimes use when I'm dreaming of you Roddy," she teased, as she opened the drawer of her bedside table and pulled out a 6", pink, plastic dildo. Turning back to me, waving the fake dick, she gasped as she saw what was popping up through my shorts. "Oh my God, I knew you were big Rod, but... can I touch him...he's so smooth, so long... I know I shouldn't want you, fuck, you're my brother, but I dream of you Rod, I dream of you in my pussy, filling me."
"Oh Cathy honey. I want you so bad, my big sister sitting on top of me, riding my fat prick," I moaned, while pulling her to me and lifting her shift over her head. "Christ, I wanted to beat the shit out of those guys tonight, the guys dancing with you, touching you. I want you to be mine, just mine, always mine..." I finished, pulling her head towards me and after capturing her sweet lips in mine, thrusting into her mouth with my tongue. As we kissed, we urgently explored each other, our hands moving in a frenzy; caressing, touching, pinching, penetrating, grasping, stretching, pulling, tweaking, feeling, sensing.
Finally she screamed, "Now Rod, fuck me, fuck your sister, oh please, please fuck me hard, make me feel your big prick, pleasssssse." As she pled, her moans inciting me, I pushed her on her back and hovered above her for a second before I drove forward. Starting slowly, I let her savor each long stroke, feeling her stretch to accommodate my girth, my length, and heard her whimper each time I withdrew, fighting to keep me completely in her, trying to tighten her pussy around me like a vise. As she rapidly approached her climax, her deep grunts, her 'uuuuuuhhhms' echoing through the room in time to my strokes, I changed to short, fast, hard pumps, angling upwards to stimulate her g-spot on each quick penetration. "Uhh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...oh fuck Rodddd... uh... uh... uh... uh...uh... Aaaaaaaahhhhhh," she finally shrieked as her orgasm flooded over my pulsating and spewing cock. As I pulled out my shaft, a torrent of our juices followed, seeping down over both our groins.
"Jesus Cathy, you almost killed me," I panted as I pulled her into my arms, hugging her tightly to me, letting her feel my love.
"I'm glad I waited for you Rod, I'm so happy you were my first," she whispered, "Now I don't have to try anyone else. God, will you want me again, in the future? I don't think I could settle for anyone after you, I love you so."
"I'm not going anywhere Cathy. I'm going to stay with you and Clara and Chrissie for the rest of my life. You're my family, you're all I want."
"All of us! Really? You mean like in bed, everything?"
"You're all going to be my wives, my loves," I yelled laughing, still riding the marijuana high.
"We'll be Bowling Green Mormons," she said, giggling at the idea.
"And now my little Mormon bride, I think I'm going to eat your sweet pussy," I said as I moved my head between her legs. My hands cupping her ass, I spread her thighs wide, opening her pink insides to my tongue. With a finger in her puckered rear opening and one in her pussy, I sucked on her hard clit and brought her to her second orgasm of the night, one accompanied by a crescendo of doglike yips.
Minutes later she rolled on top of me and asked, "When and how are you going to seduce Clara and Chris anyway?"
"Well I've already had Clara."
"What! Before me? How?" she screeched.
"Remember Cathy, she's older than you, she's your big sister and she's waited longer," I explained and then told her how I had seduced her big sis.
"What about Chrissie?"
"I'm going to make love with her Monday; I think maybe when we're planning her flower garden I'm going to plant her little pussy and just wait and see what grows." I ended laughing.
"You're a fucking little slut Roddy; I can't believe you're going to fuck all three of your virgin sisters in one week," she said smiling.
Placing her plastic dildo in one of her hands and putting her other around my again straining penis, I asked, "Your choice Cathy, which do you prefer?" Bending and rapidly taking me into her mouth, I was unable to understand her answer, hearing just a muffled sputtering. We spent all Friday night, and most of Saturday in bed, exploring each other, learning how to totally satisfy the other. Sunday Chrissie had drawn a 6 p.m. to 6 a.m. Monday morning shift so Cathy and I decided to paint her room to surprise her. Painting naked, it was a miracle we got the room done, but we finally staggered into the shower around midnight, and after washing the paint from our skin, ended our weekend with me pounding into my hot sister as the water bathed us.
Cathy and I rose around noon on Monday and were cooking a full breakfast of bacon and eggs when Chrissy stumbled in from bed, a tank top her only covering. "Finally a bright room! Thanks you guys, it's great, I love it," she said, first hugging Cathy and then me.
"We knew you were having a tough weekend, we wanted to surprise you Sis," Cathy gushed. "Do you really like it?"
"Yeah, it's perfect Cath. So Rod, are you going to help me in the garden this aft? I'd like to prepare a big garden bed behind the house." Both girls laughed when I flexed my biceps and told them that with my strength it would be a piece of cake. "Sure Rod; what do you think Cath, can our little brother hold up his end, he's still pretty young?"
Her eyes twinkling and with a grin on her face, Cath after looking me up and down, finally said, "Well Chris, I think if he follows the instructions of his sisters he just might be able perform adequately."
Working topless in the hot sun, perspiring profusely, I surreptitiously watched Chrissie as she moved beside me. Although about the same height as Cathy at 5'8", Chris was quite different from her sisters, having much lighter hair than the rest of us, almost white, and also being fuller bodied, having breasts and hips much rounder than Clara and Cathy. Dressed only in tight short-shorts and string bikini top, she looked like she might pop out of her clothes any second. After about ninety minutes of cutting and moving sod, we had roughly prepared a bed about ten by thirty feet at the bottom of the lawn. Finally I stopped and lay down on the lawn saying, "I think we both have earned a break Sis. Hey, where are you going?"
"I'll go get us some water, I'm parched." When she came back, carrying two bottles of cold spring water, she sat down next to me on the lawn and then slowly rolled one of the bottles across my naked chest and stomach.
"Oh God that feels good. Don't stop Sis."
Laughing, she straddled me, lowered her bottom onto my groin, and then lightly moved the cool plastic over my skin. "You're sweaty and dirty Rod; maybe I should pour this cool water all over you body."
Putting my hands on her waist, I said, "I've got a better idea. I think it's your body we're going to have to pay attention to. Maybe I should lick your beautiful tits! Take off your top Chrissie, show me your big tits, c'mon, hurry up, your dirty, sweaty brother wants to suck your fat nipples."
Looking me in the eye, she quickly undid her top, and as her magnificent set tumbled into view, said, "So you've decided to finally do me, have you. I was afraid I wasn't good enough for my little brother. Why do I seem to be always last?"
Laughing and rolling her over, pinning her under my hard body, I told her, "Shut up sweetie, don't you know you're supposed to save the best for last?"
With her hymen still intact at 24 years old, my urgent penetration brought a scream from my beautiful Sister as I smashed through it. As I hesitated, and then almost involuntarily pulled back, she grabbed me and said, "No Roddy, please, please fuck me, oh please do it, I've waited so long for a man, for you..."
"Are you sure, are you OK Chris?"
Holding me tighter and wrapping her legs around me, she pled, "I want you so bad, please fill me up, fill me Rod, fill me with your big cock, your hot sperm. Oh God, make a baby in me brother, make your little sister pregnant," she moaned, as I starting pumping deep into her depths. "Oh Sweet Jesus yessssss," she yelled, as we thrashed together, first on the lawn, and then rolling into the damp loam of the newly prepared flower bed.
We were soon both beyond the niceties of making love, this was the fucking of two hungry and eager animals, each thrust of my cock met by her welcoming hips and loud grunts of pleasure. Finally I pinned her under me and drove repeatedly into her, as if trying to plant her permanently into the bed. We were too far gone to prolong the union, and quickly spasmed together in orgasm.
Finally separated, both of us lying panting on our backs in the fresh cut earth, our bodies coated in dirt, our only sounds were the odd 'Ohhh fuck' or 'Jeeeeze' or 'Aaaaaahh'.
"What are you two doing, thinking? Cripes, look at you two! Are you guys crazy?" yelled a suddenly arrived Cathy, standing over us and shaking her head.
"Hi Cathy," Chris trilled smiling; "Life is wonderful, isn't it?"
"I think everyone within two blocks just heard how wonderful you think life is Chrissy. Christ we're lucky we have privacy in the back yard, at least no one saw you two rolling around in the mud."
"Don't be a spoilsport honey," I told her, and then grabbed her and pulled her down between us. As Chris and I howled in glee, we pelted her with mud and soon she was as dirty as the two of us. Soon after we rushed into the house, and first in the shower and then in our parent's bed, we consummated our love, enjoying our erotic threesome.
The next day Clara returned from her convention and the four of us spent the first of whats become almost two thousand nights of joy, of happiness...

Chapter - 2

Rod picked me up the next day around four in the afternoon in front of my hotel. He was driving a stylish new red Toyota pickup with air, power windows, bench seat and automatic transmission. I was feeling pretty good since I had lunched with my IT contact and the Director of the Library and was pretty sure that once I had run up a full proposal for them that we would be able to do a deal.
After lunch I had gone and bought some summer clothes for the weekend, not wanting to rely on Rod completely for all my needs, and so met him wearing shorts, a tank top and sandals. As we drove off I asked Rod how far the farm was and what crops they grew on it.
"It's not far Rocket," he started, "About forty miles from here but the last ten or so are on back roads so it takes about an hour. But first we've got to go and to pick up Clara at the library. The other girls are driving up with Soo Ying."
"Who?"
"She works for us; she's our maid, keeps the house's clean and tidy and does most of the cooking. Without her I think we'd starve to death. The girls and I aren't cooks I'm afraid," he said laughing, and then went on, "As to the farm, it was Granddads, Dad's father, and we've being going to it all our lives. It's in a small secluded little valley, 110 acres, with a nice old farm house and small barn. It's got a little creek that runs through the property and a swimming pond as well as a fishing hole."
"Sounds nice. Do you farm it at all?"
"Yeah, a bit. We have a small apple orchard, and grow strawberries and raspberries, and have an acre of corn and a good sized vegetable garden. We have a neighbor's girl come over and take care of it during the week and then weekends we all chip in. Chrissie really enjoys the garden so she does most of the work. We also have left about half the property in a natural state, mainly forested in maple, birch, elm and oak, but also some pine and cedar."
"Sounds like heaven."
"Oh, there's my big sis now," he interrupted, and I could hear the happiness in his voice as he said it.
She was waiting on the curb as we pulled up in front of the William T. Jerome Library on the campus and I immediately saw what a beautiful woman I was about to meet. She looked exactly like you'd expect a successful, young 1990's manager to look. Blond and blue eyed, tall and slim, she was wearing a designer beige jacket and skirt ensemble over an ivory top and carried a stylish brown leather attaché case. She had the look of someone who would be comfortable in any setting, someone you'd see in a law firm, in a boardroom or in the state legislature.
Opening the door and jumping out, I approached her, a broad smile on my face. "Ms. Monroe," I asked.
"Mr. Scouries, the famous author and computer expert I presume?" she replied, grinning. After giving me the once over she said, "Hmmm, Rod certainly didn't lie when he described you."
"Is that good or bad?" I asked as I took her hand and gave her a quick European kiss on her cheek.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure that it's going to be good," she answered smiling, giving my hand an extra squeeze before releasing it.
Escorting her to the truck, I hesitated and asked, "Would you prefer the window or the middle?"
"You've got to be kidding! An opportunity to sit between two such handsome men, gosh, a chance like that doesn't come along very often," she said grinning, and after taking off her suit jacket and folding it over her arm, climbed into the pickup, making sure she gave me a good view of a great deal of her long, silky thigh. It was tight fit with the three of us sharing the bench seat and I soon stopped trying not to touch her as she was clearly comfortable with me and seemed to enjoy each time our legs or arms met. Five minutes later I moved my left arm behind her back, ostensibly to give us more room, but really so that I could increase the contact between us. Seconds later her right hand dropped onto my thigh and she left it there, moving gently just inches from my penis, as we drove.
The conversation between us was easy, the first half of the trip we talked of her job at the library and the system I was proposing. "I told your boss at lunch that I knew your brother and was going to meet you this weekend," I told her. "He seems like a pretty good guy."
"Yeah, he's a really great guy and a fair boss. Did he like your ideas?"
"Yes, I think I'll be able to convince him and the University when I come back with the finished proposal." I then gave her an overview of my system and how it would increase efficiency while reducing costs. "I'll e-mail you some stuff on it next week so you're up to date on what's going on," I promised, as I let my hand lightly move on her shoulder.
"Thanks. Listen what do you want me to call you anyway, I think Rod will be too confusing and I not so sure about Rocket?"
"Most people just call me Scouries, that'd be fine."
"OK, now Scouries, tell me about the important stuff – your sexy stories."
"Oh, they're just amateur scribbling, but I have fun with them. Did you like them?"
"Yes, they made me hot. Did my brother tell you what we were all doing when we read them in our big bed? We read some more last night after Rod came home you know. He also told us about your sister, how she seduced you when you were in high school, how she let you suck her milky breasts."
As she talked I could see she was getting more excited by the second, and soon felt her hand inching towards my now hard penis. We had just turned onto a rough gravel road, and after the first large bump we landed with her grasping my shaft firmly while my hand had slipped off her shoulder and onto her ripe breast.
"Yes, I'm like poor Rod, he told me last night how his eldest sister had seduced him into a life of sin and depravity," I said laughing.
"Oh did you, my darling brother?" she started while listening to Rod's loud chuckle, "So it was poor little Rod, was it?" she said, and then grabbed him with her free hand and squeezed him while grinning wickedly.
"Christ Clara, I'm driving," Rod shrieked, as the truck skewed on the road. Quickly this seemingly respectable woman had both our zippers down and after extracting our cocks, commenced stroking them.
"Pull over Rod!" I insisted. "We don't want to crash, besides I think your big sister needs a good fucking." After quickly pulling over, almost putting us in a ditch in his rush, Rod, after grabbing a blanket from behind his seat, jumped out on the road, his big cock flapping happily. After stepping down from the cab, I turned and lifted the bemused librarian from the truck and started to carry her toward a grassy field on the other side of the fence.
Giggling, and then laughing madly, the beautiful siren finally protested, "Are you guys crazy, we can't do this here, we in the middle of nowhere, anyone could see us."
"Well Rod, which would you prefer, the front or the back?" I offered him gallantly, ignoring Clara's protest.
"Oh Rocket, you're my guest today, you get first choice." Rapidly Rod and I disrobed and then bared our lovely prize to the sun and wind, and then closed on her, letting her feel our erections, crowding her both front and back.
"Then I think I'll take her pussy first my friend, and leave her sweet ass to you."
While still pretending to protest our rough handling of her, I could see the shiny twinkling of excitement in her eyes. "Well Clara, it's up to you now," Rod offered. "Would you like to feel our two big cocks in you or do you want to rush home for dinner?" he asked as he rubbed his straining penis between her cheeks while I let my cock pulsate against her stomach.
"Well brother, I guess since we've come this far,...and seeing Scouries is our guest,... maybe just this once it would be alright," she said laughing, just a second before I lifted her up and dropped her on my fullness. "Oh Gaaawd yes," she moaned as her channel opened for me, lubricating me as I penetrated.
Still embedded in her fully, taking her with me I dropped to my knees and then onto my back, and as I saw Rod approach Clara, his prick in his hand, I pulled her cheeks wide apart and lightly stroked her anal hole before Rod positioned himself behind. I both heard and felt his deep anal penetration as Clara was forced even harder onto my shaft and her guttural groan rent the air.
It's a pleasure for a large man to make love to a big, strong woman, to be able to feel her strength and her passion as she struggles to meet your penetrations. Clara had clearly taken Rod in her back door before and I could see the joy in her eyes each time he slammed deeply into her. If you are a confident enough man, a man with no worry about your masculinity, it's a delight to share a woman, to feel her writhe and respond to two hungry cocks as they match thrusts.
As her orgasm washed through her body, Rod and I both exploded in unison, repeatedly depositing strings of cum in her ass and pussy. Once the three of us had detached and rolled apart, and were lying panting on our backs on the grass, I could see the white liquid dripping onto the ground below Clara, a satisfied smile on her face. After milking a last few drops of cum onto my finger, I slowly inserted it between her lips and let her taste me, let her savor my maleness.
"Fuck, you even taste good Scouries," she whispered, "God; I thought the two of you were going to split me in two. Oh Roddy, thanks, you're such a sweet brother, I love you so much," she finished and then embraced and kissed her smiling brother. "I think I'd like to stay here all night with you two, what do you say?"
"If we don't get back soon, Cathy and Chris are going to kick our butts. They're all set up for a fancy meal; they're dying to meet Rocket," he answered.
"Christ, after that I don't think I'll be able to move for a week," I said, "Besides, a night in the meadow with Clara sounds just fine."
"Oh thank you very much Mr. Scouries, but my guess is you'll be able to entertain my little sisters. I must say though, I like the bald look you have. You're so smooth down there," she finished as she ran her fingers across my shaven skin and balls. As she lowered her head towards my again risen cock, I could see a last drop of my cum still unswallowed on her tongue as she went to lick my straining cockhead.
"Clara!" insisted Rod, "C'mon, we've got to go."
After quickly popping my fat prick in and out of her mouth and lapping around its head with her wet tongue, she pulled back, regret in her eyes and voice as she said, "Well, I guess we do have all weekend..."
Soon we were back in the truck, a little ruffled looking but almost presentable, and five minutes later we pulled up in front of a lovely stone and wood farm house. As we rolled to a stop and were getting out of the truck, the front door opened and two magnificent women came out to greet us. From Rods earlier descriptions I recognized Cathy and Chris and couldn't help smiling at my luck, the opportunity to spend a weekend with these truly luscious females.
"You're late, you guys," said the lighter haired one, the one I knew was Chris, "You almost missed dinner. It's going to be ready in five minutes." And turning to me she said, "You must be the renowned Rocket Scouries, I'm Chris, this is Cathy."
"It's a delight to finally meet you, I've been looking forward to this since Rod told me about you all," I said, and gave each of the girls a kiss on the cheeks.
Looking us over suspiciously, Cathy finally said, "Why do you three all have grass and dirt on your clothes? Clara! Clara, Rod, what did you get up to anyway?"
Mumbling, Rod quickly intervened, saying, "It's a long story Cath, we'll tell you after dinner. We better get cleaned up, c'mon Rocket; I'll show you the way." As we rushed inside leaving Clara to her sisters, he said, "That's one of the problems of living with three women Scouries, you're always outnumbered."
As we rushed inside and started up the stairs I all of a sudden heard a scream of 'Daaaaddy'. Turning I was met by a bizarre and unexpected sight, a small Chinese woman holding two small babies in her arms while another small girl held her onto her skirt and a larger girl ran towards Rod, her arms outstretched. Stunned, I watched as she flew into his arms and was lifted squealing towards the ceiling.
Laughing, I said, "I think you left something out of your story last night Rod."
"I did tell you I had a small surprise."
"Or four surprises," I replied. "Is this all or are there other little surprises crawling around?"
"That's the lot. This lovely young lady is Cathy's first, 5 year old Samantha. Say hello to Uncle Scouries sweetie," he instructed his daughter.
"Hi uncle oury," the little darling said.
"Hi honey," I said, and then looking back towards the babies, saw the three blond sisters enter, all obviously amused by my surprise..
Clara, taking charge, came over to me and taking my arm, pointed to the two babies. "The small one is Brenda, she's only five months old and is Cathy's; Annie is one and is Chrissie's; and this little sweetie is my Judy, she's just turned two, haven't you honey?" she said as her daughter shyly hid herself in the skirt of her nanny.
After quickly washing up and changing my shirt, I joined the family at the table, a table filled with platters of aromatic food. It was just the five adults eating as the children were being attended to by the young Chinese nanny. As I filled my plate from the platters in front of me I watched the three sisters and couldn't help but be zealous of my friend.
Clara had changed to jeans and tank top, a top which accentuated her wide shoulders, her lovely skin and her still high, firm breasts. Chris meanwhile had on a light summer dress in a bright flower pattern, a dress that seemed to dance over her body as she moved, her braless orbs exposed by the décolleté cut.. And finally Cathy, who wore a simple white, hippie style skirt topped by an ornate two button blue vest that left her navel and breast tops bare.
At first, as we ate, the conversation was general, covering the weather, our work and local subjects, but quickly I sensed an almost urgent desire on all their parts to talk about their style of life, this subject they never spoke of outside the family. Eventually Clara broke in and asked me, "Scouries, can you talk about your stories, I think we were all stunned to read about normal families doing things like...well, you know."
"Yes," chimed in Cathy, "Incest, it's always described as some dumb back-woods yokel screwing his daughter and three of his cousins. But the stories you wrote, they're about normal people, educated and loving people, people like us."
"I was ashamed," I started, "When I went to the University, the great OSU, and the only girl I had slept with, had made love with, was my sister. I wanted to show people I was normal and I did all the things young men do. Christ Rod, you know. We fucked like mad that year, and I tried every sexual variation known. And yet, when school ended and I returned home, I knew my Sis, my beautiful Annie was the love of my life and my home was always going to be where she was. So just like you guys we've set up a life, a lifestyle that allows us to be who we are."
"Its hard though sometimes, isn't it," Chris said quietly. "I hate it that I can't tell my friends, my coworkers, 'Hey, I'm in love with my brother' when we're discussing our lives with each other."
"Maybe it's easier for me," I told them. "After graduating I returned home and we all decided to move, went from Northern California down to L.A. We had some money, bought a house near the beach, and I told every one we met we were married and living with our daughter and mother-in-law."
"What about Annie's daughter, your niece?"
"Ever since Annie came home with her, Patty's always called me Daddy. We let it go at first and then later, when we knew we were always going to live together, we just let it continue..."
"Will you ever tell her?" whispered Cathy.
"Yeah, but only when she's older, when she'll be better able to handle it, I don't know, understand it? We also have the baby."
"The baby?" Rod almost shouted.
"Yes, Annie and I also have a little one, Monica; she turned eleven months old just last week."
"So you do understand everything we're going through, don't you?" asked Clara. "But how have you been able to meet other families like us, I mean how did you know so quickly about Rod?"
"Remember Clara, my first sexual experience was with my sister. I think ever since then I've been on the lookout for others, looking for the signs. It's funny, when I started looking I found it's not that hard to find. Also I travel a lot, so I'm a little braver approaching people when I'm on the road, knowing I won't have to see them again if I make a mistake. My writing also has got feedback that's led to talks, to frank exchanges of confidences."
"But you sleep with other woman, have other partners?" demanded Chrissie.
"We're both highly sexed, Christ you could say incredibly, highly sexed. We like to experiment...to try different things...other partners. We're open with each other, accept the others desires. It's funny though, now we only like to experiment with people like us, families like us...oh no, don't worry, she'll be happy to hear about you."
"Are you sure she won't mind what we're going to do?" insisted Chris.
"Are you going to do something with me Chris?" I asked innocently.
As Rod and Clara laughed aloud, Chris blushed a crimson red from the tops of her tits to the top of her head, and Cathy grinning wildly, added, "Watch out Mr. Scouries, Chrissie's a wild little slut at heart. I'd lock your bedroom door tonight if I were you."
Clara, chuckling added, "But he does have a beautiful bald prick Chris; I think you're going to enjoy swallowing his smooth shaft." Turning to me she said, "Chrissie loves a big cock in her mouth..."
"How do you know his pricks shaven anyway?" the voices of both other sisters said together, and then the five of us collapsed in laughter, each of us contemplating the escapades ahead.
Later, while we were cleaning the table after the main course, we heard a wail from one of the babies and seconds later Soo showed up with Cathy's baby saying, "Mistress Cathy, baby hungry."
"OK Soo, I'll take her," Cathy answered, and after cradling little Brenda in her arms, undid the two buttons on her vest, baring her breasts completely, and brought the child to her chest, where it quickly hungrily latched on to her right nipple. I watched transfixed, my dessert, a bowl of strawberries, untouched in front of me. Noticing my stare Cathy said smiling, "Are you a breast man Mr. Scouries?"
"You've found my weakness Miss Monroe, there's nothing that turns me on more than a milk laden woman. God, my penis is throbbing just watching those lips on your nipples."
"Maybe after the baby's finished I'll let you have a sip," Cathy promised mischievously.
Holding up my bowl of berries I asked, "How about a little cream for my dessert. There's nothing better than a coating of a mother's milk on fresh strawberries."
Flipping her baby to her other breast, she agreed, saying, "Put it right here,...yes there, just softly move..."
"Don't worry Cathy, I can manage," and then confidently I milked her, my hand caressingly drawing her milk onto my berries. "There, thanks,...oops, there's a drop, I better catch it," I said, and then quickly bent and licked some milk sliding over her full orb and giving her fat nipple a light suck..
"I'm still breastfeeding too Scouries," said Chris, "Maybe we should all have a little milk on our fruit. Even Clara's still helping feed the girls." As I watched both sisters took off their tops, Chris dropping her dress to her waist and Clara just pulling her tank top over her head.
"I'm in heaven," I said, moving my eyes from girl to girl, watching their full breasts, their engorged aureoles, their stiff nipples. Moving to Chris, my hands cupping her, I said to Rod, "Why don't you see if you can get some cream from Clara, I can feel Chris is full." Soon we were drawing liquid from the two sisters and quickly had enough for all of us.
As I drew the last drop from Chris, she stood and quickly let her dress fall to the floor and then ordered me, "Take off your clothes, I want to see you." When I was naked, I sat and let her straddle me, my rampant penis rising from between our two groins. As we fed each other, slowly putting milky berries in the others mouth; she spread her legs and moved her pussy so that it rested against my hardness. "It's only the second cock I've ever seen," she whispered, one hand snaking down to grab me.
Grasping her ass in my two hands, I lifted her up and then let her direct my throbbing penis into her pussy as I slowly lowered her. "Ohhh yes, oh you're so big, so nice," she moaned as she took my length fully in. I moved my lips to her left nipple as she started to ride me, suckling hungrily. After satisfying my thirst, I lifted Chris and laid her gently back on the table and with her legs hanging I smashed rhythmically into her, each penetration drawing a deep grunt from the beautiful blond.
Looking up I saw Clara on her knees in front of her brother, sucking him as he drank from Cathy's tits. Feeling Chris's body start to spasm, her orgasm ready to explode within her, I lifted her and carried her towards her siblings, lifting and dropping her repeatedly until her juices bathed my spurting organ. I held her, both of us panting, as we watched Clara swallow Rod's suddenly bucking prick, savoring his cum as he came.
After dinner we washed up and then went into the family room where the five of us lounged naked on their L-shaped couch in front of the fire talking. It was fascinating to watch the Monroe's as they interacted together, they had a continual physical interaction between themselves, light caresses and touches accompanying every sentence. I was honored that they so willingly welcomed me in their loving circle.
As we sipped wine Clara proposed that I read them one of my stories, saying they wanted to hear the story from the author's mouth. After handing me a print-out of a story she had downloaded earlier from Literotica, she nestled into my side, and with Chrissie on my other side I started to read. Clara had chosen 'Blanche Captured', a sexy story of a coed captured by an older man and as I read the increasing excitement of the girls was evident as their hands and mouths started to explore my body.
Looking up I saw Rod mounted atop Cathy, slowly fucking her doggy style in rhythm with my voice. Feeling first one Monroe sister's tongue and then a second licking hungrily at my straining penis my voice wavered, and then losing my place, I halted in mid sentence. "Don't stop," begged Cathy between her grunts of sexual satisfaction, "I want to hear the ending.."
"I'll read you Chapter 2 tomorrow sweetie, I've got two other things on my mind right now." Rapidly seeking out Clara and Chris's slippery slits, I probed them both with my fingers, eventually stretching them both with three fingers each as they lapped at my groin, the sisters taking turns between my cock and my balls. Finally Chris took me deep into her throat and suctioned great gobs of sperm into her stomach.
As I lay back panting, completely drained by Chris, Clara laughing, said, "I warned you Scouries, Chrissie loves sucking. Well sis, what did you think of big, bald cock anyway?"
"No hair in your teeth, that's for sure," joked Chris, "I think we're going to have to shave our little brother soon." As the three of us sat hugging we watched the final act between Rod and Cathy, their now urgent cries rising in intensity as their orgasms approached.
Finally he finished, his cries of satisfaction echoed by his sister, and as they both shakily stood we could see his thick cream leaking slowly down her inner thigh. Tired and drained, we all went to the large hot tub they had set up behind the house and soaked under the jets, letting the hot water ease our stiffness.
We spent the rest of the night in their king size bed, the five of us touching and kissing and sucking and licking and....
Before falling asleep, Clara, nestled in my arms, mumbled, "And what would Mr. Scouries like to do tomorrow?"
Drowsy, I managed to grin, kissed her nose and then said, "I think I'm going to eat some natural blond pussy tomorrow Clara, they say there's nothing like it." An hour later I awoke to Cathy crawling into the bed next to me. "Feeding again?" I asked.
"Yeah, she's always hungry, sorry I woke you."
"With you to feed me I'd also always be hungry. Listen Cathy, you and I, you know we didn't...I was going to say make love, but we definitely made love in a way... let's say"
"I know what you mean. But we did do quite a lot of things! I decided to save you for tomorrow, I was afraid you were too tired after all the attention you were getting," she said smiling. "What about tomorrow morning? Let's go for a swim when we get up and see where it leads, I think I want you all alone for a while."
Seconds later we were both asleep but when I felt a tap on my shoulder the next morning it seemed I had only been asleep for a few minutes. "Hi, pretty girl, how are you this morning?" I asked.
"C'mon sleepy head, wake up, get your bathing suit, it's beautiful outside."
Jumping out of bed, I took her in my arms and said, "I always skinny dip in the morning, we don't need suits." Hand in hand we stole from the room, not wanting to wake the others, but as we slipped through the kitchen towards the backdoor we ran into the industrious Soo Ying, already hard at work at the stove.
Scurrying to cover ourselves, we fled giggling from the room, my penis flopping as I ran. "God, I hope we didn't offend the poor girl," I gasped.
"I think she's seen worse around the house. We're never exactly sure what she's thinking, what her opinion is of our lifestyle. She does peek at Rod's prick though. A couple of times I've noticed her staring at him when he's been involved with Clara or Chris. But I think she's horny, would you like to fuck her?"
"Are you nuts? I've got three beautiful blonds to satisfy, I don't have time, or energy for another."
"That's what Rod said when I suggested it. You two guys are very similar, you know."
We ran the last few yards to the pond and I followed her, diving eagerly into the cool, refreshing water. We burst through the surface about ten yards apart and after finding the other with our eyes, slowly stroked towards each other, coming together with a kiss. As I stood, the water lapping on me at chest height, she pulled herself up on me and wrapped her legs around my waist.
"I want you in me Scouries," she said, while reaching down to grasp my rearing shaft, and then kissing me deeply, she impaled herself on me in one relaxed movement. Holding the back of her head in one hand I let the other cup her round ass, and placing a finger in her anal hole, used it to guide her movements on my cock.
It was a slow, soft fuck and Cathy came twice before my strings of sperm detonated inside her. As we floated apart I could see small, white strands of my seed carried away on the current, gone, I guessed to feed the small fish lurking nearby..
As we approached the shore, my penis still engorged, her bum swinging in front of me was too much, and I grabbed her around the waist from behind. After pulling her back into me, and letting her feel my eagerness, I slowly forced her to her knees and entered her slippery channel.
With both of us kneeling on the sand and with the water lapping at our legs, I fucked her doggy style, long, hard strokes into her centre, each piston-like penetration drawing a primal groan from the beautiful blond. As her screams echoed over the water and through the clearing I knew the rest of the family wouldn't need an alarm clock this morning.
We collapsed on the sand as the tremors of our union slowly ebbed, two humans hugging each other in contentment and thanks. We finally rose and walked hand-in-hand back to the house and settled down naked around the breakfast table on the patio. Seconds later Soo appeared, and offered, "Would you like coffee, breakfast Miss Cathy, Mr. Scouries?"
"Oh Soo, you don't have to do it. We can get it ourselves," Cathy protested, but Soo insisted and rushed back inside to cook us a full meal. "She got a good look at your penis Scouries, did you see her? You'd be doing the family a real favor if you made love to her."
"Not this weekend Miss Monroe. Maybe if you ever invite me back I'll see what I can do."
"You'll always be welcome back! It's funny, I feel like you're a member of the family already."
"I want you to come and visit me in California, you know; to meet my sister, my girls, my Mom. Annie will love you," I finished, hugging her.
Twenty minutes later the others arrived, yawning and dressed in robes. "God Scouries, what are you two doing up so early. Don't tell me you've been swimming?" Rod said while giving me a clap on the back
"Not just swimming," His sister said coyly, "But we've definitely had our morning exercise."
"Good God Cathy, you're insatiable," blurted Clara grinning, and then after sitting on my lap, added, "And how is Master Scouries this A.M."
Slipping a hand inside her robe and gently cupping a firm breast, I answered, "Couldn't be better Miss Clara. And how are you Rod, ready for a quiet day in the country." And of course it wasn't a quiet day in the country, as the three sisters insisted again and again that Rod and I show just how much we appreciated them.
That evening, as Rod and I managed to escape for a few minutes of fishing before dinner, he said, "You know Rocket, I'm not sure it was a good idea bringing you up here or not. I've had to work harder this weekend than ever before." But then, turning to me he said, "Really, I'm happy you found us. Its nice having another male around, I hope you'll come back...