Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

“I want to see your thing,” Lindsay said. She beamed at me, broadly. Like a kid asking for a lollipop at the supermarket.

We were all in the living room after school. Unlike usual, when Lindsay would spend all afternoon lounging around at some friend’s house, she’d hurried straight home. I was done with my classes for the day, and I’d camped out on the couch while Lucy brought our sister home from school

I’d been watching TV, coming down from the day, when our youngest sister rushed right into the house, threw down her things, then tossed a pillow onto the floor. She didn’t even bother to say hello.

“Well?” she asked, staring up at me, impatiently.

I turned to Lucy, standing in the doorway. We shared a look somewhere between impressed, apprehensive, and excited. I don’t know if even Lucy had anticipated that involving our baby sister would bring us to this point. Our illicit activities had already felt risky without Lindsay’s incredible enthusiasm.

Still, we flopped to the floor. The three of us crowded so close together we had to shift so our elbows wouldn’t collide as we pressed. We’d barely even begun when Lindsay took things up yet another notch.

“Fuck that feels good,” Lindsay said.

OK, so a little dirty talk during wasn’t all that new. Lucy and I, when we were in the full throes of our self-pleasure summer, had started doing the same thing. We hadn’t gotten back to it since our autumn restart, but it made sense that we would try again at some point.

But Lindsay wasn’t idly talking to turn herself on.

“Fuck, I want to see it,” she said.

“You are seeing it,” I said. I did my best gesture at how the three of us were getting off in plain sight.

“Not this,” Lindsay said. She looked pointedly at my crotch. “That. I want to see your thing. While we do it. That would be so hot.”

I turned to my older sister. Lucy shrugged at me. I couldn’t read her expression at all. Lindsay’s look, however, I understood implicitly.

“Take it out, Dylan,” my baby sister said, twisting her hair in her fingers. “I bet Lucy wants to see it, too.”

I assumed Lucy would be the levelheaded one, although I can’t imagine why. I mean, all the evidence I had was that my older sister was equally as crazed as my younger. But, for some reason, I continued to assume that Lucy was going to put the brakes on things. Instead, she did exactly what I should have anticipated by now.

“Yeah, Dylan, show us your cock,” Lucy said, “Stroke it for us.”

Well, I wasn’t one to let down my sisters. I got off the floor and sat on the couch. I was about to slip off my pants, but I stopped. Through the haze of my sibling-induced arousal, I managed to have a moment of inspiration.

“You have to show me something, too,” I said.

Both girls paused. They turned to look at each other, eyes searching. As I’ve said, my two siblings looked very different. Lucy was full and curvy. Her face was on the round side with full lips and a slightly upturned nose. Lindsay, on the other hand, was all angles. She had a sharp chin and a thin mouth — almost the opposite of her older sister, really. And yet, in that moment where they glanced at each other, my sisters looked so much alike, it was uncanny. Their blood relation abundantly clear.

“Tops,” Lucy said, and Lindsay nodded her head.

Both girls reached for their shirts and bras then tossed them aside. They were still on their stomachs with me sitting above them, so I didn’t get a full glimpse. It didn’t matter. The grandeur of the view — it was like eyeing the Andes and the Himalayas all at once.

I’d seen Lucy’s full, glorious boobs before, but that didn’t make them any less amazing. They were so large, yet perfectly formed. There was something inherently unreal about them, as if such wonders could only exist in fiction.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Meanwhile, I was getting my first glimpse at Lindsay’s little mounds, and they were no less incredible for being so much smaller than her sister’s. Lindsay’s tiny tits were incredibly perky, almost sharp with light pink nipples.

My sisters made the exact same ‘ahem.’ Both girls had been looking at me expectantly for a while, but can you blame me for not noticing? They shared a knowing, goofy grin.

I took the hint and pulled down my jeans and boxers. My dick popped out, eager. Whatever softness I might have needed to press on the floor was lost in the excitement of everything else. I was as hard as I’d ever been, like I’d installed my own personal coatrack.

If I’d stared a bit too long at my sisters’ chests, they more than made up for it by the way they ogled my dick, entranced. Lindsay’s mouth hung open, her eyes wide. Lucy’s own blue orbs sparkled; her mouth twisted into a hungry grin.

“Ahem,” I said, mimicking my sisters.

“Just give us a minute,” Lucy said.

“Yeah, don’t rush us,” Lindsay said.

“Fine,” I said. I felt so on display, my dick somehow both flagged and flag-poled harder at the same time.

Finally, my sisters settled back in and started to rub themselves on the floor. They kept their heads tilted upwards, though, staring at my cock.

“Stroke it, Dylan,” Lucy said, “Get off with us.”

“Yeah, I want to see it shoot,” Lindsay said.

I did as I was told, as if I needed the encouragement. Watching both my topless sisters hump the floor, their bare tits trembling, was more than enough to make me want to work myself. The way they seemed to be enamored of my erection only increased the urge. It was like being told to have a heartbeat — it was going to happen no matter what they said.