Best Sisters Ever

The story does not contain sexual involvement of people under 18.

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I met Paula at a baseball game. We sat side by side. She was with 2 girlfriends, sitting on her right, cheering the White Sox. I was on her left, sitting with Jerry and hoping the Cubs would win. During the game, my eyes alternated between watching the game and ogling her voluptuous body. Jerry tried to talk to me a couple of times, but I was distracted and hardly listened to him.

In the beginning of the 9th, it was 2-2. I heard Paula talking to her friends, "I bet you the White Sox win the game." Both friends laughed. She seemed disappointed nobody took her bet. I blurted, "I'll bet you."

Her eyes inspected me, and she asked, "How much?"

"No money. If the Cubs win, you join me for a movie of your choice."

She smiled, "And I win?"

"I'll join YOU to the movie of your choice."

Paula giggled, "Hi, my name is Paula. Is this your way of asking me out?"

I grinned, "My name is Harry. I sat by you for a long time and was impressed by your looks and your love of baseball. Yes, I would like to see you again."

"I like what I see, but I don't know you. So I am willing to give you a chance, but rather than a movie, we can meet one afternoon at a Starbucks."

"Sounds good. How about tomorrow at 5 pm in Starbucks downtown?"

"I'll meet you there."

For the next 22 minutes, until the game ended, each one of us sneaked glimpses at the other, smiling when our eyes met. The White Sox won 4-2, and before we separated, she gave me a million dollar winning smile.

...

The following afternoon, I shaved, took a long shower, combed my stubborn long hair, and put on a nice shirt and clean khakis. I was at the Starbucks store a couple of minutes early, making sure we had a table for 2 near the window. I watched Paula walk toward the door. She was about 5'4", 120-125 pounds, with a narrow waist and rather large rack, which was apparent through her thin summer blouse. Her long, light brown hair was loose and framed nicely her pretty face. She definitely looked good, and I hoped we'd click.

She saw me, smiled broadly, and joined the table. I went to bring her mocha-latte and my double espresso, and noticed her eyes following me around.

I brought the drinks and said, "So now, that I know you look attractive and like baseball, I'd like to know more about you."

"Not much to tell; I am 18, about to finish high school and continue to college. My father is a doctor, and my Mom is a CPA. I have a 14 year old annoying sister, who tries to get my attention at every opportunity and ruins my social life. What can you tell me about yourself?"

"I am a freshman at the local college, hoping to someday become an electrical engineer. In addition to baseball, I like photography and one day dream about traveling abroad."

Paula chortled, "In my bucket list I also wrote traveling. I didn't have many opportunities to do it, and hope to go on trips sometime later."

We continued chatting. Our talk was easy and soon I found myself relaxing and being myself, no longer trying to impress her. Paula must have felt the same way, and I watched her leaning back, smiling more and not hesitating before talking. We both felt the chemistry and agreed to begin dating.

Our first 'official' date night was to see the movie Poor Things, which was her choice. As we sat in the half empty theater, she leaned her head on my upper chest and I hugged her shoulder. I sniffed her hair and liked it. I whispered it in her ear. She placed her tiny hand in my palm that rested on her shoulder and squeezed it. During the movie, absentmindedly, my hand trailed her upper arm. Then I noticed her respiration rate increased and shortly after, her palm moved my hand onto her generous chest. Initially, I wasn't sure if her action was intentional, and my hand remained still. Paula's pulse rate accelerated, and her palm started moving my hand over her covered breast. Her boob felt firm and warm. I massaged it lightly and she moaned. Her palm moved to my nearest thigh and gently rubbed it. My pecker began stiffening.

I whispered, "Paula, your breast feels amazing." In the dark I saw her grinning.

In one scene, Emma Stone was seen naked. I muttered, "Feeling yours tells me your tits are much more beautiful." She gazed into my eyes for a moment, and then separated the top of her dress from her body and inserted my fingers onto her bare boob! Her round tit was smooth and the nipple rock hard. It was amazing! My prick agreed and within seconds engorged to its maximal size, threatening to rip the front of my pants.

I used my other hand to adjust my rod. Paula was aware of my predicament and mumbled, "Your hand feels wonderful on my breast. Sorry to cause trouble in your pants. If you are nice and let me watch the rest of the movie, I'll be nice to you too."

Throughout the movie, my fingers tweaked her breast and then rolled her nipple between 2 fingers. Paula squirmed a few times on her chair, but her eyes followed the plot on the screen. My own attention was split between feeling her marvelous mammary and... anticipating the reward that she promised me. The movie was the least important subject on MY agenda.

As the film ended, Paula glanced at me with a smile, "You were very naughty. During the movie, your large hand aroused me like never before. Couldn't you wait a little longer?"

"Sorry, Paula, but your warm breast was too sexy, and I could not resist."

"Shame on you! You are no longer a child, and you have to learn to be patient to get your reward. You are lucky I feel horny as well. Could you drive us to a secluded area so we can do things in private?"

I drove for 10 minutes outside of town to the peak of a hill, where the city lights were beautifully displayed. I stopped there and stared at Paula. She lowered her backseat and signaled to me to do the same. Then she unzipped the back of her dress and let it slide to her waist. Next, she unclasped her bra and let it fall on her knees. I gasped. Her tits were out of this world. I didn't know if the actual size was C or D cup, but over her skinny waist and flat tummy, the tits looked huge. They rested high on her chest with the pointy, protruding nipples only inches from my eyes.

I cupped tenderly her twin mounds and massaged them, tempted to milk her nipples. Before I was able to move my face forward, Paula's hands fumbled with my fly and began unzipping it. I leaned back and let her do her thing. She gingerly freed my 7" and licked the tip. I was mesmerized by the way her lips parted and enveloped my cock. As her fingers gently jiggled the testicles in my scrotum, her mouth started working my organ. Damn, she was good! My arousal was peaking too early, and I warned her. She continued uninterruptedly as her hand signaled thumbs up. Shortly after, I ejaculated down her throat. She expertly swallowed my spunk as it came and then licked the remaining stains.

When she finished, she grinned at my astonished face and blurted, "Harry, I hope you are not disappointed. I like giving head. The feeling of a dick growing inside my oral cavity and the ability to control the pace of your climax are intoxicating. And I love the taste of cum. After I found out sperm has healthy ingredients, it became my favorite energy drink. There is only one drawback to blowing a guy: The whole act is pleasurable and... tasty, but it makes me very horny. How much time do you need to recover and fuck me?"

"If I can suck on your glorious tits, probably 5 minutes"

Paula giggled, "That's the sentence I hoped to hear." She lay down, lifted her butt, and removed the lower part of her dress with her pink panties, exposing her hairless mound. She spread her thighs, and I moved in between. I was still dressed with only my half mast pecker breathing fresh air. My lips latched to her fat tit and I milked her hard nipple.

Paula's hand caressed my hair, and she groaned. My member grew fast and in less than a minute, became rigid. I licked Paula's moist labia for a short time and then gingerly penetrated her pussy. My girl's tunnel was tight, yet accommodated my thick organ nicely due to her abundant juices. Her fingers pinched my ass, pulling me deeper into her. I pounded her cunt and watched her boobs sway before my eyes.

She must have been very aroused because her orgasm began earlier than I thought. Her torso quivered under me as she whimpered. I intensified my drilling, and my palms roughed her massive tits. Paula started screaming, "You are killing me..."

I whispered in her ear, "Do you wish me to slow down, or stop?"

She shouted, "NO! HARDER!!!..."

I lifted her legs over my shoulders and increased my strokes, ramming my cock in and out furiously, abusing her pussy relentlessly. She alternated crying with screaming unintelligible parts of sentences, "Oh deear... it's heeeavenly... OH LOOORDY!..."

Cumming earlier in Paula's hungry mouth, I was able to maintain a rapid rhythm of plowing her vagina for a long time before erupting deep in her womb. I was spent, but feeling a total bliss. My thought was: If this is how our first date night ended, how pleasurable the future was going to be...

...

Our initial meetings were all outdoors. We hung out in parks, movie theaters, and malls. But then Paula mentioned to me that she told her mother about us, and her Mom invited me to have dinner with them. I was concerned her parents won't like me. I needed to learn fast how to behave in their presence. Paula giggled, "Both of them are nice and docile. Only my little daughter is a pest. She wants constant attention and will do whatever she can to make you concentrate on her." Well, I thought, if Paula was right, dealing with a 14 year old kid should not be that difficult.

I didn't take any chances, and arrived at their house with a bouquet of flowers for the Mom, a bottle of wine for the father, and a European chocolate for Kelly. Paula opened the door, wearing a short beige dress which looked good on her. I kissed her lightly and met the father, who was watching TV in the living room. I handed him the wine, and he smiled, "You didn't have to, but thank you. Paula told me you are a nice guy and warned me not to torture you, so I'll make it easy on you. I have one simple question: What profession are you going for when you finish college?"

"An engineer."

"That's a good one. It opens multiple doors. Well, I hope you like dinner, because my wife slaved for hours to comply Paula's request to satisfy her boyfriend's appetite."

"Sir, I am sorry to hear that. I am not that picky, and finding out Paula's Mom worked hard for me was never my intention. To tell you the truth, I was scared to meet you guys..."

The father laughed, "So we were both wrong."

As he was speaking, Kelly opened her room door and came in my direction. The dad mumbled, "Here comes the menace..."

Kelly looked shorter and with lighter hair than her older sister, and had a mischievous smile, "Hi, Harry. I heard you were handsome and a gentleman, but I didn't know you were so tall."

I joked, "I apologize. Do you want me to kneel down so we can be at the same level?"

She stared at me, "Are you mocking me? I am stronger than you think." And then, unexpectedly, she punched my tummy. It didn't hurt, but I faked having pains and whined, "My belly, now I won't be able to eat dinner. Will somebody take me to the hospital, please?"

The father rushed to me. I winked at him and mumbled, "Kelly just hit me. Is this the way to treat a guest?"

Kelly turned pale and stuttered, "Soorry. I diiidn't mean to huurt you..."

I grabbed Kelly in my arms, lifted her over my head and blurted, "Your apology came too late. Your punishment is on the way." I turned her upside down, twirled her around, lay her on the carpet, and hissed, "Are you giving up?"

Kelly giggled, "No, never."

I said, "Better be nicer to me next time, or else..."

Paula and her Mom came from the kitchen. The Mom was chubbier and had a pleasant smile, "I see it took you a few seconds before taking care of my younger one. Good for you. Nice to see you, Harry."

I handed her the flowers, "Ma'am, your husband told me you worked a long time to make a special dinner for me. You didn't have to do it."

"He exaggerates, as usual. So young man, you date my older daughter now. I wonder why you do that. As her mother, I can tell you that she is intolerable." Paula gazed at her mother lovingly. And right there and then it became obvious this was a very lovable family.

I grinned at the mother, "I agree with you, I don't like Paula, but I didn't find a nice way to get rid of her yet. After dinner, I may approach you to get a clue about the most appropriate way to do it."

The dinner itself was simple but delicious. It consisted of rotisserie chicken, baked potatoes, pickled beets, green beans, and a tasty fruit salad with macadamia nuts. At the end of the dinner, the father, then Paula, and lastly Kelly, kissed the mother's cheek and thanked her. Not to be outdone, I did the same.

The father noticed me and smiled, "Young man, you are here to date my daughter. The lady you just kissed is my wife, and I am a very jealous person!"

"Sir, I vow to consider your demand, and PERHAPS never do it again."

Paula gave her hand and pulled me into her room. I wanted to French kiss her but she prevented it, "I bet you Kelly will find a reason to barge in very soon."

She was right. Kelly opened the door without knocking and said, "Harry, you are tall. Can you help me lower a ball that got stuck above my closet?"

"Sure." I went to her room, gave her the ball, and immediately after, tickled her until she started crawling on the carpet. I said, "I like you, kid." Then I left for Paula's room and locked the door. I French kissed her and mumbled, "I wanted to do it DURING dinner. I am not sure how I resisted."

She chuckled, "Harry, you were very good to my family. I am so proud of you, and I think... I love you."

"Sorry, girl. I have a date with your mother. With a great cook like that, I have no need for you anymore. Find somebody else."

Paula laughed, "And I thought you liked sex with me... Daddy will be very upset if you try something similar with Mom."

"I guess I am stuck then."

"Yes, honey, you are mine, and get it through your thick skull: YOU ARE MINE!"

I hugged Paula, kissed her tenderly and felt her tits pressing against me. My penis shot up and poked her tummy. She massaged it and whispered, "Darling, I'd love to fuck you here and now, but with Kelly around it's a bad idea."

...

After that evening, I visited their house often. I felt very comfortable with both parents. Paula's Dad liked me. He loved telling me stories about his former life in Europe and showed me his large stamp collection. The mother was less talkative. She enjoyed seeing me devour her tasty foods, and kissing her cheek later. Kelly was something else: Whether I came over when Paula was home or not, she always found an excuse to pull me into chatting with her, fixing something that just broke, or helping with her studies. I liked all of them, feeling about them like a second family.

There was only one thing we could not do over there: Have sex. It wasn't that the parents said something, but knowing that Kelly might knock on the door at any minute or barge in unannounced made it impractical. At least once a week (sometimes three...), we came to my room and had a fucking session. Seeing Paula getting naked was enough to stir my cock, and my brain got focused on the mission. Paula's appetite was not much less. In the first 3 months, I'd say we had sex on average almost 7 times a week - As I mentioned before, not all were done at my house. For this purpose we used my car and, after dark, in hidden places at the nearest park.

Paula was insatiable. It didn't take long before we did it using all the familiar positions, from missionary to doggy, from 69 to cowgirl. The only limit she put was her back hole. According to Paula, her anus was too small for my thick 7", and she refused to discuss it. By then, I fell head over heels for her and her gorgeous tits became my focus. I suppressed my anal fantasy and almost forgot about it.

We got married a year after our initial date. Paula just finished her first year in college, and I the 2nd. However, one of my professors developed an aversion to me. I can't remember how it started, but over the first year, it escalated. I discussed it with Paula, and together we concluded that the best option would be to move to another college.

The theory sounded fine, but the new college had to accept both of us. We applied to 10 colleges around the country, and both of us were welcomed into 2 of them. We chose ASU, because of its good reputation.

The day we moved was emotional. Her parents understood but claimed they'd miss us. The mother shed some tears. Kelly, who was now 15, hugged Paula and whispered something in her ear. Paula smiled and kissed her sister's forehead. Then I hugged Kelly. She nestled her head into my chest and mumbled, "Harry, I love you, and you desert me. One day you'll regret it." I whispered, "Darling, I miss you already." She gave me a strange look, likely to ascertain I was not joking. I wasn't.

...

With our parents' help, we rented a small apartment near the campus in Tempe. We bought used furniture in rummage sales and tried to live modestly, saving money. Paula and I concentrated and did quite well in our studies. However, in order to save money and achieve our goals, one of our sacrifices was staying in Arizona the whole time. We kept in touch with our families via phone calls, e-mails, and rarely, by zoom.

Three years have passed. Paula was in her senior year, while I became a junior engineer at a local firm in the Phoenix area.

One day, I returned home late and saw Paula with a big grin on her face.

"Did you finally win the lottery?"

"Even better. In 6 months, we'll have a new mouth to feed."

I kissed her, "Are you saying soon I'll be a father?"

"Not exactly. Tom Cruise stopped by. I gave in to his charms and we had sex. I promised him that the baby would be raised according to Scientology. He agreed to let you claim to be the father."

I sighed, "At least you two are good looking, so the baby will be handsome or pretty..."

Paula pressed her body to mine, "Daddy, the revelation made my very horny. As a present for my efforts, I think I deserve a pleasant roll in the hay."

"What's right is right. Any particular position?"

"I want to ride you on the living room rug. I suspect future sex will have to take into account my pregnancy, and be done in bed."

"Honey, you're the boss."

Paula removed her robe and remained nude. I ogled her perfect body and whistled.

She grinned, "If I am not mistaken, you've seen me naked a couple of times before. What was this about?"

"Soon your body will change. I want to remember it the way it was meant to be."

"Horsy, on the floor!"

I undressed, revealing my partially stiff member, and lay supine on the carpet. Paula spread my legs apart, dove on my pecker and gave it a couple of quick sucks, ensuring it became hard. Next, she straddled my body, and slowly descended on my vertical pole. My wife's pussy was soaked and my organ slid effortlessly, reaching her cervix in seconds. She eyed me, winked, and blurted, "OK, lover, it's time to see what you've got."

Paula began riding up and down, and then back and forth, grinding her cunt on my erection. While she was doing much of the work, my eyes explored her bouncing tits. My palms started kneading them and lightly pinching her pointy nipples. She moaned, and her body extended backward. I bent my legs by lifting my knees and gently pushed her onto my raised thighs. Paula's eyes were closed, and her breathing rapid, telling me she was very aroused. Her slow riding turned to galloping, and I helped by counter pounding her from below. She climaxed within several seconds, shaking violently and groaning. I continued ramming my engorged prick into her pussy, enjoying the blissful feel of her marvelous tits. I was able to prolong my action for a few more minutes before unloading my seed deep inside her.