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All Kinds of Sisters Ch. 3
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I led her to the back of the house where my room was. When our parents had bought this house, they’d had in mind our unique family situation. It was a beautiful five bedroom home with a master bedroom on one end of the house, three bedrooms on the other end and a mother-in-law suite over the garage. When we were younger, Aspen and I shared a bedroom but as we got older, I was given the mother-in-law suite for some privacy and my sisters took turns sharing a room. Given the closeness of our family, this had never presented any kind of problem for the girls and I certainly appreciated the privacy (and the personal bathroom). Tonight I REALLY appreciated the privacy.
Sidney’s hand felt sweaty in mine as she squeezed. The only sound in the house was the squeak of the wooden stairs and our audible, nervous breath. We said nothing, simply walked through the dark halls trapped in our own thoughts. Arriving at my door, I pulled her in and kicked the door closed, pressing her instantly up to the wall and kissing her before she could utter a word. Again, the response of her body to my strength was instant and unmistakable. She moaned into my mouth. Our tongues assaulted each other, intertwining in a contest of wills with the rules being made up as we went. This lasted for several minutes, our breath exchanging as neither of us wanted the intimate moment to end. Finally, I broke the kiss and drug her over to my bed, pushing her gently backwards where she flopped down, arms splayed wide and knees far enough apart that it appeared like a not particularly subtle invitation.
I’d like to think that if there were medals for aroused restraint, I’d have been in contention for one in that moment. The look of lustful submission in that moment was almost overpowering but instead I flopped down next to her, the slight squeak of the mattress springs announcing my arrival. “I love you Sydney.”
Her wide eyes suddenly expanded further. I could see white all the way around her irises. It was a curious thing to notice in that moment but a part of my brain made note of it regardless.
“I love you, too,” she said weakly.
“I love all my sisters,” I said.
If words could have shattered a heart, I think mine would have done so in that moment. Misunderstanding me, she said simply, “Oh,” and turned away, her lip quivering as she did so.
I grabbed her head and turned it back to me, leaning in closer and whispering, “No… Sydney… I LOVE all my sisters.”
“Oh… Oh!” she said as realization dawned on her. “Aspen?”
“Was the first,” I responded quietly.
“And I’m… the last?”
I laughed, “No, you’re the second.”
“So this is a holiday of conquests?” there was judgment in her voice. Fiery and forceful.
“Only for those that want to be conquered. It will be a holiday of education for Lee Ann and a moment of comeuppance for Paris.”
Sydney looked at me, evaluating my words. Weighing what she knew about me with what my implied plans were before finally saying, “They’re your sisters.”
“So are you.”
“I’m different… no biology,” she said.
“Nor for Lee Ann,” I said.
“But Paris…”
“Needs me more than any of the other three of you.”
There was a long pause as Sydney considered that. Paris was the one we all worried about. The one loose cannon in the family. “True,” Sydney conceded.
“I know this is… unconventional… but this is something I want. And if they want it too, then I won’t be stopped. But that’s not what I want right now.”
“What do you want right now?” she asked, a soft hope creeping into her voice.
“You,” I said. “I want to conquer you. To claim you as mine. To feel your body submit to mine and to accept mine fully and completely.”
Her breathing quickened at my words. I trailed my fingers up her body, delicately tracing lines on her skin. “Have you been with anyone else?” I asked as my hand brushed between her breasts and onto her collar bone.
“Two,” she said. “The first one was awkward and it wasn’t good. The second was an asshole.”
“But it was good,” I said, interpreting her words correctly.
“He… he took what he wanted… I liked that. It was straight forward. Easy. I didn’t have to tell him what to do. He knew what he wanted.”
My hand tightened gently around her throat and I whispered, “And he took it?”
She nodded slightly, wide eyes returned and now accompanied by her mouth being parted in surprise. “I hardly ever came… but it was so good… I’m sorry.”
“Now you’re going to surrender to someone who takes what he wants but ISN’T an asshole. And there will be nobody else,” I said.
“Yesss,” she hissed with a sound of relief.
“I’ll make you do things… things that will please me. Things that maybe you wouldn’t do on your own… but you’ll do them for me.”
She gasped. “Like?”
“Aspen will want to join us.”
“You may have to make me, Pat.”
“I will,” I said and then kissed her again, this time rolling on top of her and holding her wrists down to the bed. She struggled, testing her strength against mine but quickly gave up. My strength and weight gave me an edge she couldn’t defeat even if she wanted to. Instead, her body relaxed and her legs spread, wrapping around me invitingly. I brought her hands together over her head so that I could hold them with one hand. With the other, I yanked at my shorts and then hers. Fumbling through the process as I didn’t want to break the frantic kiss that we were still engaged in. “Are you safe?” I asked.
“IUD… asshole made me get it,” she said.
I nodded and then slid into her slowly and steadily. Her eyes closed as I slowly filled her up but her moans communicated the pleasure she was feeling quite clearly. It was like tremors up and down my whole body. Between the hot intensity of her pussy and the erotic moans passing down my throat, it felt like my whole body was a giant tingle. As I finally filled her fully, she sighed, wrapping her ankles behind my back and holding me firmly in place. I began moving slowly, pulling out a couple inches and then sliding back in. Holding her in place as I slowly fucked her. We stayed like that for several minutes, just slow, steady pleasure being traded between us.
Eventually, her kissing grew slopped and she stopped, panting up at me and said, “Just like that… just a little more… just a little more.” She was close and something in me told me she needed this. I wanted to be better than the asshole who’d fucked her well. It was a competitive need. A need to be better. To be the best. I started going just a little harder, my free hand grabbing her tit and playing with her nipple. She gasped and smiled, looking into my eyes as her ankles wordlessly communicated the precise speed she needed. “Yes… Yess… Yesss,” she said, suddenly exploding all around me. I kissed her before she could start screaming an orgasm that was going to wake everyone in the house. Instead, she screamed into my mouth, nearly pushing me over the edge as well. Her clenching, hungry pussy wasn’t helping my willpower but I knew what I wanted and my time with Aspen and her various friends had given me ample stamina and self-control. I continued fucking Sydney through her orgasm eventually feeling her body go limp and relaxed. “Soooo good,” she said.
“Better than asshole?” I asked. I hated myself for asking. It sounded so pathetic and insecure. But I couldn’t resist the need to know.
“Muchhhh… better than him,” she said.
“Good… now I’m going to get what I need,” I said. I forcefully pulled her arm and rolled her to the side slightly, placing her hand and wrist under the small of her back. Then I rolled her the other way and repeated the action with her other hand. She looked up at me in surprise and arousal. “You’re mine, Sydney. You need to know it… to feel it… to understand it.”
Grabbing her legs, I pulled them apart and leaned up until I felt like I was towering over her. Despite her height and muscle, she looked small and vulnerable beneath me. My hands traced up her thighs to her ankles as I grabbed a leg and spread them as wide as possible until she was practically doing the splits for me. Then I pulled out and slid all the way in, arriving deeper than I had before. She looked surprised, unaccustomed to the sensation despite our earlier love-making. Now she felt the full size and girth of me. And she obviously liked it. “You’re mine, Sydney.”
“Yes,” she said. As I began increasing the speed of my strokes. “Yes!”
I continued like that for several minutes, fucking her harder and harder until the bed was creaking and her soft moans were becoming tiny shrieks. “Keep your legs wide,” I said.
“Yes, sir,” she replied as I removed my hands and reached down to grab her tits. Another gasp. Another new sensation for her. I held onto her breasts, using them as leverage to increase the force of my thrusts. I was now slamming my cock into her as hard as I could, as if I was trying to break her. To show her who’s boss. Who the strongest was. That need was driving me as I took what I wanted and she willingly gave it to me. Surrendering herself to me in totality.
“Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou,” she started mumbling as I gave her thrust after thrust. That did it for me. It pushed me over the edge. I started cumming, filling her up with a couple sharp thrusts before finishing my own orgasm. Our eyes locked and we smiled at each other knowing that this was going to change a lot of things for us. For the better.
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Sydney and I slept most of the night together before she slunk back to her room at the crack of dawn. She was sharing with Aspen in what was now the guest room so I knew there’d be no problem there. About an hour after she left, the door to my room opened again. This time it was Aspen. She was wearing a thin white t-shirt and I knew nothing else. Those had been her instructions and she never disobeyed me. Her bare feet padded daintily across the carpet, making the faintest of rustling sounds as she slid into bed. “Tell me everything,” she whispered as she gently stroked my cock and took it into my mouth, instantly bringing it fully to life.
I recounted the story to her of what happened, relaying the conversation and the action in equal detail. She never stopped sucking me, simply moaning with lust at each escalating point of my narrative. When I described how I fucked Sydney with her hands behind her back, she moaned loudly onto my cock, sending shockwaves coursing through my body. When I finally finished the story, I simply grabbed her head and she surrendered control, allowing me to pump my cock into her mouth at the precise speed I needed. I was cumming moments later.
Satisfied, she slid up beside me and cuddled up next to me, “What took you so long?” I asked.
“I’ve been playing with myself for the last hour since I heard her sneak into our room.”
“Really?”
“Yes… She was practically giddy when she came in. I pretended to sleep because I didn’t want her to feel bad about waking me. Honestly I haven’t slept well. I’ve been thinking about you two all night.”
“I bet you have you little minx,” I said, kissing her forehead tenderly.
“She was humming a little happy song as she climbed into bed. I’m pretty sure she got herself off too. We were both trying to be quiet though so maybe not. Her breathing didn’t sound like sleep.”
“I bet yours didn’t either. I bet she knew what you were doing.”
Aspen gave a slight giggle, “Maybe.”
We laid there silently for awhile, enjoying the feel of our skin next to each other. This was one of the best parts of having a twin. The calm closeness that we’d always enjoyed.
When we heard people beginning to wake up, Aspen rushed back to her room to get dressed, not wanting to be caught yet by our other sisters. That would be easy to explain soon but tough to explain today. Except to Sydney. Sydney would fully understand.
I went downstairs for breakfast, enjoying some nice crisp bacon and eggs that my Mom was making, “Sleep well, Pat?”
“Yup… thanks. You guys?”
“Like rocks,” she said.
Aspen and Lee Ann came in, whispering something conspiratorially. “What are you two up to?” I asked with a smirk.
“Just discussing what we like in boys,” Lee Ann said.
“Men… there’s nothing appealing about boys,” Aspen said and Lee Ann blushed. My mother just rolled her eyes and kept cooking, ignoring her daughters’ silliness.
“And what are you looking for in a man, Lee Ann?” I asked.
She flushed red and said nothing, instead looking at the Kindle in her hand.
“We’ll take our bacon to go, Mom,” Aspen said. she grabbed a handful of bacon like a diamond thief making a quick getaway and pulled Lee Ann outside, letting the wooden screen door crack shut as they giggled down the stone path.
“Your sisters are such silly gits,” my mother said as the grease splattered on the stove.
“Gits?”
“I’ve been watching too much BBC,” she said.
I choked on my bacon slightly as I momentarily pictured my mother and a huge black cock before realizing she was simply talking about British television.
“You okay dear?”
“Yeah… I’m fine,” I sputtered as I sipped some orange juice. My eyes gazed outside where I could see Aspen and Lee Ann in the distance. Their heads were close and their lips barely whispered as they shared intimate secrets with each other. Lee Ann and Aspen had been the closest of my sisters. Paris was the popular party girl. Sydney was the oldest and had her own friends. But Lee Ann and Aspen were the quiet ones. The ones that preferred to stay home on Friday nights. They learned to play bridge together as 15 year olds… and that was their cool phase. I had no doubt that Aspen would learn what she needed to.
I didn’t have to wait long to have my suspicions confirmed. After lunch, I was lounging on the sun room when Aspen sauntered in. She was wearing a tight crop top t-shirt and a tiny pair of jean shorts. Given the temperature, it was a wildly inappropriate outfit. But I knew she hadn’t chosen it for its environmental practicality. She’d chosen it for the effect it had on me. And she’d chosen well. She walked in slowly and sat next to me, never looking at me. Instead, she simply extended her long, smooth legs seductively onto the table, fully secure in her knowledge that my eyes would be glued to them. They glistened, obviously freshly bathed and shaved. The skin was so smooth I wanted to reach over and stroke all the way up to where I knew she also liked to shave for me. Aspen’s eyes flicked to me slightly, briefly acknowledging me with the glance before whispering, “You picturing me, lover?”
I looked around, still slightly panicked that someone might hear us. I didn’t need to worry though, Aspen was smart and careful and obviously nobody was around.
“Of course,” I said, my throat dry as I tried in vain to avoid staring at her long legs.
“Maybe I need to put some other image into your mind?”
“That would be difficult,” I said with sincerity. As if there was anything she could say that would take my mind off the gorgeous sight in front of me.
“Lee Ann is even more submissive than Sydney and I,” she said, her lips curling into the barest of seductive smiles.
“Really?” I honestly didn’t believe her. How could anybody be more submissive than Aspen or Sydney.
“Uh-huh,” Aspen said, spreading her legs ever so slightly and giving me the briefest hint of the thing I most wanted to see at that moment. “She wants a man to teach her. Train her. Tell her what to do 24/7. She doesn’t want a game. She wants a lifestyle.”
I pictured it briefly, Lee Ann on her knees. Collared. Surrendering. It was an attractive mental image but it couldn’t beat out Aspen’s provocative lounging around. “Really? Then why doesn’t she find that man?”
“I asked her the same thing. You know what she said?” Aspen said, her fingers trailing down her shirt and tugging on the neckline, proactively showing me more of her tits.
I swallowed hard, “What?”
“She told me she needed someone she could trust. She could only give herself that way to someone she trusted. She still wants to go to school. To learn things. To have a job. She wants someone who will make her do those things too.”
That wouldn’t be hard for me. Sure, I wouldn’t mind having a 24/7 sex slave. Who wouldn’t. But I didn’t want that for my step sister. I wanted Lee Ann to have a good, happy life with everything she wanted. “What did you say?”
“I told her I knew just the guy for her.”
“Aspen!” I said sharply.
“I didn’t tell her it was you… not yet,” she said. She looked over her shoulder to check inside then, seeing nobody, slid her hand down to her shorts and unbuttoned her pants before sliding her long fingers in between her legs. She let out a relieved sigh as she touched herself. “I have a plan though.”
I laughed, “Of course you do.”
“I know exactly how to seduce her but we’re going to have to be very, very careful.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh… and we’ll need Sydney’s help,” she said, touching herself more forcefully now. Her hips were gyrating on the chair, writhing seductively like a dancer in a 90’s Madonna video. “And we need to do it tonight when Paris and our parents are out,” she said, her voice becoming raspier and lustier.
“What’s your plan?” I asked. I was acutely aware of the painful erection I could do nothing about. Part of me wanted to grab Aspen by the hair and drag her like a caveman into the woods and have my way with her. Part of me didn’t want to move and risk breaking the spell she was casting. The latter part, thankfully, won out.
Then she told me her plan. I’m not sure what turned me on more. The thought of her plan being executed, or the three orgasms she had while doing it. Either way, there was no chance I wouldn’t be primed for what was necessary tonight.
