Dianne and I sat in stunned silence, trying to comprehend the last words our beautiful 1/2 sister had uttered. "I beg your pardon?" I finally managed to croak. Dianne nodded her head in dumb silence.
"What I said was, I want to have your baby, Tall Cool," Camille stated.
"We heard what you said," Dianne interjected, "would you please explain to us why you said it?"
"Well," Camille began, "it's like this. When I went away to school, I had never been intimate with anyone other than daddy, and of coarse you Dianne. I think he had misgivings about our relationship and he did everything humanly possible to help me. He sent me money, he bought me a car, and he paid for school and clothes, the whole nine yards. When he came to visit me at school, we'd fuck like bunnies. And then one day, he quit coming to see me. I dated a few times during, and after school, both black and white guys, but nobody pushes the right buttons. I get lonely, a lot."
We were all still sitting on the bed, naked. Dianne had retrieved a hairbrush from her purse and was idly brushing her lustrous corn silk hair. Camille jumped off the bed and found her purse and came back with an ashtray. She dug into her bag and brought out a pack of smokes and silver lighter. "Mind if I indulge my evil habit?" she asked.
Dianne and I both shook our heads at the same time and watched as she fired a long slender cigarette and took a deep drag. She continued, "I studied hard to be an architect. I am very creative and enjoy designing houses and buildings. The firm I work for is a very large and affluent company and has many extremely talented designers employed. As a woman, I get the shit work, mostly. I've been stuck doing structural design drafting and the 'Good 'Ol Boys' in the firm get all the praise. I had a ball designing and building the house. Daddy helped me and as Dianne will testify, it's a good house. But, it's too big for me to live in by myself, it's in Atlanta where it gets too cold in the winter, and I have a buyer and I can more than double my investment. So, I'm selling the house."
She puffed on her cigarette and continued, "We three, all have more money than we'll ever spend in our lifetimes. Working at something that bores you, and living where you are uncomfortable, are curable problems if you have more money than you know what to do with. Right?"
No argument from either Dianne or me. I fluffed up a couple of pillows and leaned back against the headboard of the bed. Dianne sat cross-legged next to me and Camille sat at the foot of the bed by my feet. All the while she was talking, she had been gently rubbing my feet with her free hand. This gets you extra points.
She went on, "I miss all of you guys. I can't just come and see y'all, any time I want to, with the pressures of the fucking job. Now that daddy is going south with Jan, I want to come back to the Islands, for a while, and regroup."
"This is your home," I said, "you can come back and live here any time you want, for as long as you want. You know that."
"I know, Tall," she said softly, "I just wanted to hear you say the words. I've visited Dianne a few times, in New York, and she's got such a nice place and great business. And she has gazillions of friends. And, I gotta tell ya, Hon, those cute little carrot topped twins you have to keep you company, are just precious. Where'd you ever find them?"
"Cory and Craig worked in the shipping department one summer vacation," Dianne explained. "I invited them to our annual Christmas party. One thing led to another and I ended up with them in my office with both of their beefy cocks in me at the same time. After they graduated, I hired them both full time and now they just live with me and take care of the apartment and domestic stuff. They're both totally submissive and hung nicely. Not like our little brother here, but they're both pretty good for a hard ride."
"I know," Camille crooned, "thanks for sharing them with me the last time I was up there."
We laughed and Dianne reached her hand out and slid her fingers around my flaccid prick. "Now then," Dianne said, "explain to us about this baby business."
"Well," she spoke timidly, "I love kids, and I don't want to wait 'til I'm forty to have one. I'm not in love with anyone and really don't relish the thought of getting married. Tall just took me to a place I've never been before, and I just decided I want his child. Look at him, he's beautiful. He's got talent, he's fun, and he fucks so fine. I want mama to have a grand baby to spoil and I just know she'll love having a baby around. So what's the big deal?"
Dianne looked at me, I looked at Camille, we all shrugged at exactly the same instant and cracked up.
"Look, I don't want you to think I'm trying to saddle Tall with a kid he don't want. I want the baby and I can support him. I'm in my fertile cycle this week and I want to limit myself to him with the idea of becoming pregnant," she concluded.
"You understand that there's going to be a big orgy tomorrow night, don't you?" I asked.
"Of coarse I do," she answered, "I'll just have fun with the rest of you but, the only person who'll get to come inside of me will be you."
I reached for her hand and pulled her up so she was straddling me. My cock was still soft but she had her damp pussy resting directly on it. Dianne reached out and touched her face with her fingers. Camille leaned her head into Dianne's hand and I heard her sigh. Dianne leaned in and kissed her full on the mouth. I had cupped Camille's firm tits in both hands and kneaded them gently.
Dianne leaned back and I asked, "Hey, Camille, you want to get started on that kid now, or wait until later?"
She answered by slowly moving her pussy in circles on my stiffening dick. She leaned forward and kissed me, passionately, our tongues searching. Dianne moved off the bed and I saw her pick up the camcorder and point it at us. Camille moved down and closed her lips over my cock and took me deep into her throat. She had learned that trick from her mother. Dianne's eyes opened wide as the whole length disappeared into her hungry mouth. She withdrew and rolled over onto her back and I descended to her hot smooth center and slipped my serpents tongue well into her cunt. She bucked up hard when I touched her clit and had a fine orgasm. I decided the time had come to give Camille what she had come for so I crawled forward and slowly entered her tiny, bald hole.
She pushed up to meet my entrance and hissed her approval, "That's so good, Tall, go deep. Go all the way in and fill me with your seed."
I would not deny her today. I went all the way to the bottom and stayed there for a minute or more. She made soft mewling sounds in her throat each time I'd withdraw slightly and return to her depths. She held herself tightly clenched around my invading member and the sensation was awesome. She experienced three or four hard orgasms as I continued to slowly hump into her. We fucked like this for a long time.
Dianne moved all around the bed with the camera, recording our activities from every angle. Camille and I remained immune to Dianne's presence in the room, due to the mutual intensity of our lovemaking.
Camille had wrapped her legs around me and locked her heels behind my back. She writhed under me, seeking to totally consume me within her being. Our breath came in great gasps, and we had begun to perspire now. My body moved against hers with virtually no friction. Her black hair was scattered all over the pillow and her eyes remained closed as I continued to force myself even deeper into her smoldering sleeve. I felt her cervix with each thrust and she acknowledged each contact with a sharp intake of breath.
My climax was building, deep down inside. We'd been fucking for a very long time and I was sure I would send a great torrent of semen deep into her womb when I arrived. She reached another orgasm, this time more severe than the others and remained rigid much longer beneath me.
