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A Date With Loving Sisters (Commission)
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I've never been able to explain it but I’ve always had a hard time relating to other people. In high school, I was the “quiet” one--no friend, too shy to be confident with girls, but at the same time, I didn’t get bullied. I guess you could say I slipstreamed through a lot of my life. Until I met Lacie.
Lacie was a fascinating, weird, tall, and lanky girl with large pendulous breasts that always jiggled at her smallest movements. Somehow nothing ever bothered her, and she always had something to say to get assholes off her back.
She was also missing her left hand. Rumors spread that she cut it off herself, or that her arm got run over by a train. In reality, I learned her confidence was just so strong she never felt a reason to explain herself to anyone. At least anyone she didn’t want to.
We first met at a party and before I knew it, we were kissing, and she told me to hold her down. I pushed her down, her breasts wallowed like an overfilled water balloon. I held both her arms against the mattress. “Now why would you hold me there, there’s nothing there!” Lacie quipped, referring to her missing hand. I laughed quietly and lifted my hand off her arm. Immediately she slapped me in the face as hard as she could with her empty wrist and laughed for almost a full minute. I almost came.
“Make me feel helpless!” she screamed. That was the first night of the rest of my life. We explored BDSM--she loved having all four limbs tied up, sometimes to the corners of her bed, sometimes bent completely so she could walk around on them like a pet. She was a fucked up angel with one hand and she knew how to use it to fuck me, and herself. Our experience together cultivated a lifelong fetish in me that I would never be able to get rid of, no matter how hard I tried.
I was heartbroken when we finally broke up but was also determined to never stop until I found someone just like her. For years I dated; met women into bondage, loved being whipped, even demeaned. I loved it too, but there was always something missing. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but any relationship I found myself in was never quite like the one Lacie and I shared.
Until I was 25.
I had been on Tinder for a couple months and quickly took to just swiping right indiscriminately on every woman who showed up. The shitty thing about being a dude on dating sites is that the women have all the control. They open their messages to fifty dudes trying to get into their pants, while the guy may hope and pray for one over the course of a month. I can only imagine what it might be like to be a lesbian on those apps!
I got a notification on my phone one day that I had received a match. First one in six weeks; I opened immediately. Her name was Sam. 21 years old, beautiful face. We immediately struck up a chat. She moved into town recently to live with her sister. Her family life, she said, was a living hell, so she wanted to get away from her parents to be near her sister who she explained she was very close to.
After a week of chatting, I suggested we meet up for a drink.
Sam> I would love to, but I just don’t know if that would be a good idea…
Jim> Rly? Why not? I like you, Sam
Sam> I like you too. But I think that’s the problem. There’s...something about me that I think you should know. I'm so nervous.
Jim> What? You know you can tell me anything.
Sam> I don't know that. And I'm not sure you would like me after finding out. Maybe we should meet in person so that I can show you. I'm not comfortable sending photos.
I was nervous, but I figured I owed it to her to at least see it through and find out what she wanted to show me. We decided to meet at a small Irish pub Wednesday at 7 with secluded booths in the back, at her request.
I arrived at ten minutes seven. I never liked showing up right on time. I always thought it made me seem...too enthusiastic. I wasn't surprised to see Sam wearing her jacket, sitting at the booth waiting for me. I smiled as big as I could and waved at her. She responded with a meek smile but did not wave back. Shit--I made myself look like a doofus. I weighed the pros and cons of turning around and just running away but mustered the strength to continue forward and sit across from her at the booth.
Sam was very pretty. Her face was round but not in any way unhealthy. What stood out to me was how huge her breasts were beneath her sweater. As we made small talk and ordered drinks, I noticed that they jiggled with her every little movement. The table between us blocked my view of exactly how huge they were, but my guess was that they were at least the size of her head. It felt like it must have been an optical illusion that they must have been so large that they covered her arms. I quickly learned that although they would have covered her arms, I was quite incorrect.
“Can I help you with your jacket?” I asked her nicely. It was warm in the bar and I didn’t want to feel like she was keeping herself prepared to get up and run away at the drop of a hat.
Sam sighed…”Well, I guess now is as good a time as any. If you wouldn’t mind, I do feel a little warm.”
I stood up and walked around the table to help Sam with her jacket. I pushed it down around her shoulders and absentmindedly jerked it downwards to try and get her arms out of her sleeves. I overestimated just how much force it would take to remove her jacket and I almost fell on top of Sam, thankfully catching myself on the table in front of her.
“Oh my god, I'm sorry! That was all my fault!”
Once I got my bearings, I immediately completely lost them again. For a full five seconds, I stood in silence reveling in the sight of a beautiful large breasted woman, completely devoid of limbs. The sleeves of her white turtleneck sweater hung loosely from her shoulders revealing a full but very curvy hourglass figure. The angle I was at, standing about her, I could also clearly see all the way to the floor with no thighs blocking my view.
“Wow…” I said involuntarily.
“I’m sorry. I should leave. I shouldn’t have brought you here for such a big surprise.”
I shook the shock from my head and went into disaster recovery mode and tried to convince her to stay, “Wa...wait...no, please don't go. I...it’s just...” I would never be able to hide the rock-hard boner that suddenly appeared in my pants. I went around the table to sit back down, trying to angle myself so that my honest dick didn’t give away the amputation fetish I was literally coming to terms with in real-time.
Sam's face was bright red when I sat down and she smiled weakly, “I'm glad you’re okay with it. I can't tell you how many men ran away or ghosted me as soon as they saw the real me.”
I could tell my dick was beginning to take over the conversation. With a sudden burst of sexual confidence, I responded, “Those men have no idea what they’re missing.”
Sam started laughing loudly. Her breasts wallowed and bounced wildly, even more so without any arms to keep them in place. I blushed profusely at the embarrassment and sexual tension. Catching herself, she immediately stopped laughing and looked embarrassed.
“What?” I asked.
“Sorry, sometimes I lose myself. It can be...embarrassing.” Sam blushed and looked down and away.
“Wow. You are one in a million, honestly.“ Sam blushed. “Why don't we get out of here. We can go to your place if you want, and maybe I can help your...embarrassment.”
Sam smiled big, “I think that sounds nice.” She looked away and nodded. Not five seconds later, another girl walks up.
“Ready to go?” the girl said.
“Actually, Jim is going to join us at my place,” Sam said.
Her sister looks at me and gives an approving look, “I see, well let’s go then.”
“This is my sister, Janet. She helps me...when I need it,” said Sam.
“Whenever she needs it. And you can call me Jan,” she echoed. I saw her glance at my poorly hidden hard cock that just wouldn’t go away, and then wink at me.
Jan texted me her address and we met at Sam’s place. At first, the vibe had died down after driving across town, but our conversation soon turned to Sam and her disabilities.
“If I was just limbless, I’d have at least a minimum amount of independence. But to top it all off, I’ve got these!” Sam gestured to her huge breasts. Jan and Sam laughed loudly. I joined in but was too busy thinking about what Sam, and Jan for that matter, who had quite large breasts herself, looked like naked. I was sad that we might not be able to have any fun tonight with her sister here. The mood started to die down and I was thinking about going home.
Sam kept talking and Jan looked over at me. With a seductive look, she bit her lip. Immediately my dick got hard again and made a tent in my trousers. Jan looked directly at it and excused herself.
Jan re-entered the room in the archway behind Sam. She had stripped to her bra and panties. While Sam was still talking, she walked around the couch and reached around Sam to pick her up, wrapping one arm under her breasts and around her waist, and the other, somehow gripping around the front of her hips. My eyes opened wide as Sam was quite literally being carried by her pussy.
“Hey! What are you doing?” Sam looked surprised but her sister didn’t bat an eye.
“Sam, you invited Jim over tonight, right? It would be a shame if you at least didn’t get something out of it.” Sam squirmed in Jan’s expert grip. This didn’t look like the first time this had happened.
“Hey! Put me down!” Sam struggled but with no hint of any limbs, all she could do was shrug her shoulders and twist her torso just a little bit.
“Shut up sis, you know you love it,” Jan said in a direct but sisterly tone.
I began to object when Jan finally placed Sam directly on my lap, right on top of my hard cock. It hurt for a second, but Sam’s eyes went wide. She looked at me as soon as she realized what it was.
“Oh…” she breathed.
Jan lifted her arms off of Sam and sat down next to me. I caught Sam’s torso so she wouldn’t topple over with no way to balance her top-heavy body.
Jan sat down beside us and cuddled up to my side, facing both of us. It felt intrusive, but at the same time, It was hugely hot being in such a sexual situation with a limbless torso girl and her sister.
“Go on...don’t be afraid, sis.” She encouraged her sister to be more confident but Sam was at a loss for what to do.
“Oh my god, you’re such a lost cause. Here, I’ll help you,” Jan stood up and struggled to remove Sam’s shirt. Beneath it was the largest sagging breasts I had ever seen. They swung like unified pendulums as Sam balanced on my dick. Jan grabbed one tit with both hands and held up Sam’s nipple, offering it to me to suck.
“Oh my god, Jan, don't give him that, you don’t even know what he wants!”
“Oh,” I said, “I mean, I do want it.” I graciously accepted Jan’s sister’s breasts and gave her nipple a gentle lick.
“I know you do,” Jan replied.
It was rock hard, and nearly an inch long! I began to suckle her sweet hard nipple, silencing Sam’s ministrations and instead making her moan. I looked up after a second to make sure she was okay.
“You really do need everything done for you, don’t you, you helpless thing…” I said to Sam.
“Yes! Please, fuck me. I can’t touch myself, and Jan doesn’t have a cock like you!” Sam replied breathlessly.
“I think she wants you to fuck her, Jim,” said Jan monotone. I laughed at her dryness. Somehow Sam’s sister and Jan, throughout years of being together and taking care of Sam, grew a fucked up, but also very sexual bond. It was no wonder Sam seemed so shy. Every single decision was made for her by her sister. To top it off, she was slutted out to any men she took a liking to. At this moment, though, she was not complaining.
I laid Sam on her back, on top of my legs. How convenient, I thought. Right in front of me I had my own personal sex toy, ready and seemingly willing to let me fuck her. Her breasts flopped to the side and hung down halfway to the ground as she lay back on my thighs.
I grabbed the waistband of her pants--if you could call them that. Sam was basically wearing a tailored cloth bag over her hips that left little to the imagination as to what was under them, which was an ass, a pussy, and no sign of either thigh. With one jerk they peeled off with her panties, leaving her completely naked from the hips down. I laughed at myself at the thought that that didn’t mean much considering she had nothing past her hips.
“Hey, Sam,” Jan said. “What’s it like being as helpless as you?” She was removing her own underwear.
Sam could only moan as I began to stroke the folds of her pussy with my finger.
Jan explained bluntly, “Sam is usually pretty shy, but we’ve both learned that she pretty much loses any control in sexual situations like this. I love my sister, and as I said, I help her with whatever she needs. We have our own fun together, but it’s always nice bringing other people into our little world.”
Jan reached down and slapped one of Sam’s breasts making it swing into the other one below my legs. I could see a faint pink outline of her hand on Sam’s breast. She stood up, gathered the sagging udders, and piled them on top of Sam’s belly. They didn’t stay for long however and easily rolled off to the side.
“She likes them to be used while she's being fucked,” Jan slapped one again, making Sam yelp in pain. She was beyond self-control at this point.
I grabbed around Sam’s waist, keeping her close while I stood up. Turning around, I dropped her onto the couch, making her bounce. She waved her shoulders around helplessly, just trying to maintain some sense of control. Like a tennis ball launching off a basketball when you drop it, her boobs flew from her belly, flopping back down to her sides. From this view they were so long they could almost look like replacements for her arms if they were just a little longer, and weren't quite so fat. They reached down almost to the ends of her hips. One rested comfortably between her small waist and the back of the couch.
I quickly removed my pants and let my cock free. It was such a relief and both girls gasped at the new participant in our activities.
“Here, let me help you, sis,” Jan spun Sam on the couch so that her empty hips just hung over the edge of the couch. She then took the liberty of coming between us both. She stared deep into my eyes while she grabbed and stroked my cock slowly. I swear I was just about to come as soon as she stopped. A special skill?
“I have a natural skill where I can tell how people feel, and what they want,” Jessica explained, “I learned it from taking care of my sister, but I can always tell what’s going on in a person’s head, especially during sex. At the end of the day, I’m here to make her as happy as possible. Right sis?”
“She’s amazing,” Sam said, her head cranked forward against the back of the couch, “But you’re not doing so great at giving me what I want right now!” she gestured broadly with her shoulders at her lower half.
Jan laughed and then tugged on my dick like it was a leash, “You’re too nice. That’s good,”
She pulled it down toward her sister’s wet throbbing pussy. I didn’t have to lift a finger as she took full control of what happened between my cock and her sister. It was almost like she was just using me as a living dildo. She used the tip of my dick to rub between the folds of Sam’s pussy, all the while, rubbing her own pussy with her other hand. The muscles inside of Sam’s ass twitched and jiggled. I wonder if she was trying to wrap non-existent legs around me.
“Oh, fuck…” I said.
“Do not come. My sister needs to come first.” Jan snapped at me.
“I...I don't know if I…” I was so close to coming. I thought about baseball stats to try to keep back, but the reality of the situation kept me right on the edge.
“My disabled sister is completely helpless. If you come first, once again, she’s discriminated against just because she’s disabled. Do you want that?” Jan’s dominating tone turned me on even more.
“Sis...sis..I think I'm close...ah...ah!” Jan forcefully plunged my dick deep into her sister’s pussy, causing her, and me, to explode.
That very moment, Jan jerked my cock out of Sam’s pussy, causing my juices to fall all over Sam’s sweater laying in a pile next to her torso on the couch. Our simultaneous orgasms sent me into another dimension. Jan’s dominating control multiplied it. I collapsed on Sam, my dick, and what was left of my cum between us, calmly watching Jan finish and scream as she came herself.
After we all rested for a bit, I cleaned up a bit and got dressed to leave. Jan dressed herself and Sam in matching pajamas, except Sam’s were tailored with the arms and legs are sewn shut. She carried her out to the living room, sat her on the couch that we all just fucked in, and came up to me as I was getting ready to leave.
“My sister’s pretty shy, but she likes you.” I looked back at Sam, who knew what we were talking about but was too shy to say anything.
“I like you too,” Jan added. “We want to see you again. We’re going to the park tomorrow for, you know, more of the same.” She winked and I blushed.
I walked up to Sam, “I had a wonderful night with you tonight. I’m really looking forward to...more of the same...at the park tomorrow.”
Sam blushed and batted her eyes. This was the start of a wonderful new relationship.
Comments
Limbited
I think that years of Jan stepping up to care for Sam warped into such a strange relationship. She's just doing what she's knows makes her sister happy. Idk maybe they've been on their own for years and don't know any better.
loiker
That's weird to think about two sisters sharing really everything like this, but it works perfectly :)
