The New Sisters Of San Lorenzo Ch 03

As Faith walked into the baggage claim at the airport on the coast, she saw her sister, Paige, standing there in her modest navy blue and white horizontally striped dress and white sandals. Though nine years older, Paige shared Faith's stark blue eyes and chestnut brown hair though not as wavy, and yet, she was everything Faith wanted to be -- well liked, married, a mother, big breasted.... very big breasted. In high school, Paige's F cup breasts were ogled and the sexual desire of most of the athletes and nerds alike. Then she went to ECU, fell in love with Mark, and after they married, those F cups went to higher heights still. Paige always complained about the baby weight that she had put on, but after two children, all Faith saw was her beautiful big sister... and tits she would happily have herself.

Faith rushed over to Paige and bearhugged her tightly, Paige on her tippy toes to match Faith in height. "I missed you!" cried Faith.

"I missed you too, little sister! How was Italy? Did you find that connection to our heritage that you were looking for?" asked Paige.

"Italy was incredible! The architecture, the art, the food! We should all go back sometime!" replied Faith. She kept the connection to their heritage as proud sluts for Black men to herself.

"And did you meet any handsome men from the old country?" asked Paige with a nudge and a wry smile.

"Oh yeah!" Faith answered sarcastically. "Yeah, I fucked him in the airplane bathroom and then got a stewardess to go in there and give him a round two."

"Language!" shot Paige with a shocked look. "A simple no would have been fine! College has clearly done your mouth no favors; like momma always says, 'Be a lady.'"

The ride home was uneventful punctuated only by the gasps related to how good the pasta was or the occasional bit of uneven pavement. As they pulled into the driveway, Faith could hear the sounds of kids laughing and screaming and the smell of hamburgers from the back yard. It felt good to be home.

"Today is for mom and dad. And your kids. But definitely not Mark. Tomorrow is for just us ok? Let's get some sand and sun!" suggested Faith.

"I know you don't like Mark, but he's a good man. And yes, tomorrow is for us!" smiled Paige.

The next day, Faith woke up and stared into her closet. She was struck by this odd, but certain feeling that much of her clothes weren't appropriate for her anymore and certainly not for the beach. She got in her car and rushed to Target. She searched for clothing to show off her body, to hide nothing. She found a few shirts that she liked a get it one size small. She found a pair of faded blue jean shorts and knew she could cut them a little shorter. She found a rainbow bikini that she knew would be insufficient to hide her big white ass. Satisfied, she checked out, drove home, and quickly changed into her newly acquired haul.

When Paige pulled up in her minivan, Faith climbed in and asked, "Can we go to the beach near Lejeune? I just want this to be time for us and I won't know anyone there."

"Sure; sounds fun!" Paige replied and then drove south along the roads until they hit the parking lot for the beach access. They unloaded their towels and bags and walked to an open spot on the hot sand. Paige took off her coverall to reveal a royal blue one-piece swimsuit, her cleavage tightly constrained beneath the fabric but their existence hidden from no one. Next to her, Faith removed her top showing off her new rainbow bikini top, covering her meager breasts but revealing all else. Then she turned and bent over to peel off her Daisy Dukes, revealing her ample ass to the North Carolina sun. "Oh my God! How are you wearing that?!" exclaimed Paige.

"How are you wearing THAT, Paige?" asked Faith. "You are a beautiful 29-year young woman! Your body is attractive and sexy, and I've been envious of your breasts since I hit puberty. You shouldn't hide yourself away. You should be showing off - making minds melt like a Nazi looking at the Ark of the Covenant."

"Faith, I'm a married woman; the only man's attention I need to worry about is Mark's."

"Mark doesn't deserve your attention. He's not amazing like you, not special and incredible like you. Plus, he never gives you the attention YOU deserve. When's the last time you went out?" asked Faith.

"It's been a while..." replied Paige.

"When did he last fuck you?"

"Language, Faith! And none of your business... Stop this Faith, let's just enjoy the day and the water before you go run back to Greensboro, ok?"

"You're right; I'm sorry. Let's get in the water; last one in has to ask dad about how things used to be in his day!" shouted Faith. And off she ran, Paige always two steps behind her.

As the water and splashing became tiresome, the two retired to their towels to rest and tan until a frisbee landed near Faith's towel, kicking up sand onto her.

"Sorry about that!" shouted a deep voice getting closer. Faith looked up to see a tall, muscular Black man with 'USMC' tattooed on his right arm standing over her. "We never meant to hit any innocent bystanders."

"Why do people keep calling me innocent?" Faith smiled and replied. She grabbed the nearby frisbee and slowly got up before handing him the frisbee. "Have room for two more...?" she asked.

"Mike. And I think we can squeeze two more in...?" Mike answered.

"I thought today was supposed to be a little sister bonding time?" Paige interjected.

"I'm Faith. And it's just a little frisbee, Paige; it'll be fun! C'mon!" pleaded Faith. Paige nodded in resignation, and the three of them walked over to rejoin the group of frisbee players.

"Faith, Paige, this is Andre and his wife Raquel; Andre is a corporal in my squad. Andre, Raquel, this is Faith and her sister Paige; they wanted to play a little frisbee." Raquel leaned over and whispered something into Andre's ear, which made him smile and nod as a small chuckle escaped.

"Well where should we stand?" Paige asked.

"Yeah Mike," Faith followed, "where do you want me?" a mischievous grin forming across Faith's face though out of view of Paige.

Mike looked down at Faith, standing maybe six inches taller than her, and said, "Why don't you stand over there by the water, and Paige you can be a little further away and next to Raquel."

"Yes, Sir" Faith replied as she saluted and walked over to where Mike was pointing while looking back and never letting her gaze leave him. She saw that his gaze never seemed to leave her or her ass either. As they played and time passed, Faith gave plenty of attention to Mike and Paige, but every time she glanced at Raquel, Faith noticed a dirty look or a scowl. She pondered a bit as to why, until she came to realize that while Mike had never stopped undressing her with his eyes, neither had Andre. She never meant to be a distraction to the other Black man; he was married after all. Then she stopped and wondered if that should matter. Her purpose was to serve superior Black men, but the shaman didn't say anything about if marriage matters. Did white marriages matter too?

"Earth to Faith!" shouted Paige. It startled and shook Faith out of her own head.

"Sorry," replied Faith. "I think the heat has just gotten to me."

"Maybe it's time to go then," Paige suggested.

"Yeah, let's get something to eat," Faith said and turned to walk to Mike. "We're going to the Shrimp Shack after this; I think you'd really enjoy randomly showing up in 30 minutes or so." A devilish grin grew across Faith's face as she winked at Mike and turned to walk to Raquel. "And thank you SO much for having us join the game!" Faith said as she hugged Raquel while ignoring Andre altogether. Then Paige and Faith walked over to their belongings for the last time that day, picked up, and walked to the van arms full.

"That was fun!" exclaimed Faith. "And what about that Mike guy, hmm? Talk about tall dark and handsome!"

"Faith, he had to be almost twice your age, at least 35 if not 40. I'm sure there are plenty of age appropriate boys at college who are your own age and who won't scare Dad," replied Paige.

"Scare Dad? What because he's Black?" shouted back Faith.

"No, because he's eleven feet tall and built like a tank, Faith," exaggerated Paige. "The Marines must love him because the mere sight of him would make the enemy run for the hills."

"Or me run to his bedroom" shot back Faith. "Admit it! Tell me you didn't see him and think, 'Wow those muscles! That deep voice that resonates in my soul! That's a real man.'"

"Haha I have my man, thank you very much," responded Paige, almost reminding herself more than she was Faith. Soon they pulled up to the Shrimp Shack - their favorite after-beach tradition once they had started going to the shore on their own. The establishment wasn't much, but tiki bar feel of the place made it fun and the food met their needs of affordable and still edible. And the margaritas helped.

Faith walked to the bar on their way to the table of the half-filled restaurant. "Two margaritas, please! One with a hit of pineapple juice and one without. Thank you!" she exclaimed as she slammed the bar with her palm and frolicked on to her booth. She sat quickly on the wooden bench across from her sister and picked and opened a menu. She glanced around to see to see if her Marine had arrived; her pussy getting wet at her growing excitement. Then it slowly dawned on her that he may not come at all. They just met; maybe she was being too forward, and he didn't want that. Or maybe she wasn't forward enough, and he didn't pick up on her cues.

"I'll never understand why you like your margaritas like that; it makes it too sweet, Faith. Seriously, one ex-boyfriend, whose only good taste was dating you, made them that way, and it's all you've ever done since," complained Paige.

Just then, before Faith could respond, two margaritas descended between them, accompanied by a deep voice, "I believe these are yours?" asked Mike.

"Why yes they are! Mine has the pineapple juice," replied Faith. "Such the gentleman! Isn't he such a gentleman, Paige?"

"Oh yes," replied Paige with a skeptical look.

"I'm sorry; I never meant to interrupt. I just came here to grab a beer and cool off after the beach and saw you two here. I just thought I'd help the waitstaff and bring your drinks and say hello," replied Mike.

Faith gave Paige a look with big eyes and glanced them repeatedly to the empty spot next to her. Paige sighed and asked, "Would you like to join us?" She then gestured to the spot across from her.

"If it's not too much trouble? I don't mean to insert myself into a little sister bonding time."

"No, it's fine!" Faith said eagerly, then after quickly composing herself said, "Please, sit." Mike quickly walked back to the bar, grabbed his Bud Light, came back and sat in the booth next to Faith. "Now Mike, I see this USMC tattoo - ex-Marine or current?" Faith asked as she lightly ran her fingers across the letters then rested her hand on Mike's thigh; her hand placement did not go unnoticed.

"I'm a sergeant first class assigned to Camp Lejeune, and for the record, there is no such thing as an 'ex-Marine'. Even retired, we're still Marines," responded Mike to Faith. Then he turned, "But what about you, Paige; what do you do?" Faith began to creep her hand up Mike's thigh under the table; she wanted his attention back on herself.

"Oh I'm just a mom, a housewife," responded Paige.

"Don't go sayin' 'just a mom' to me," Mike said and then leaned in towards Paige. "Being a mom is the most important job in the world; I mean that. I never knew my Dad because he died while serving; so I was raised by just my mom, and everything I am, the man I am today... I owe to her." He leaned back and smiled at Paige, who bashfully smiled back at the impassioned speaker. Faith was jealous of the attention Mike was giving Paige. She moved her hand higher up his thigh until she felt something meet her hand; Faith smiled and began to stroke his cock through the fabric. "That's a nice ring you have there, Paige; clearly your husband values you, even if 'just a housewife' as well."

"Mark's a good man," Paige replied. "He cares about me, provides for our family."

"There's more to a relationship than just that. There's passion, there's excitement." Mike responded.

Paige was getting agitated. She didn't like dwelling on the shortcomings of her own marriage. "Every marriage is unique," Paige said defensively and took a long sip of her margarita.

Mike moved Faith's hand from his cock and back to her own leg firmly, decisively. Faith was livid. She was practically throwing herself at Mike, but he didn't want her. He wanted Paige. Maybe he wanted her tits or maybe that she was married and off-limits. "Excuse me, I have to use the bathroom," Faith said as she shot up and walked angrily to the back of the restaurant.

Paige took another long sip from her margarita; its contents almost disappearing from view. "That's actually not a bad idea," suggested Mike. "Why don't I go to the bar and order another round on my way." As he stood, Paige couldn't help but notice the large bulge in Mike's shorts as he turned and left for the bar and then returned to her drink.

Mike walked up to the bar and placed the order before proceeding to the back of the restaurant and the two single-seater restrooms; he heard crying coming from the one marked 'Babes'. He knocked on the painted wooden door firmly twice and said, "Faith, it's Mike; let me in." He heard a latch slide slowly before seeing the handle twist and the door open a crack revealing half of Faith's face.

"What do you want?" she asked.

Mike slowly pushed his way in; his strength easily overcoming any protests Faith may have tried to present. He turned to close the door behind him, locked it, and turned back to Faith now sitting on the toilet. "You're a brash and forward little slut aren't you? Shaking that big white ass at me during frisbee, telling me to come here and crash your little sister bonding party, and then trying to feel up this big black cock with your sister right across the table from you. You're either stupid or brave; I'm not sure which. Why don't you tell me, white girl?"

"I'm driven," replied Faith unapologetically. "I've found my purpose in life, and it's serve and raise up Black men."

"Oh! One of them 'white saviors' then?" Mike replied tiredly. "I don't need some white bitch's help; I don't need 'saving'."

"No no!" interjected Faith. "I know you don't need me or any other white person. You're strong! Yes physically, but strong in your spirit and in your life! You don't need me; I need you! To help you, to serve you... to offer myself to you."

Mike's appearance softened, and he smiled knowingly. "You're a true snowbunny, girl. At least you talk like one; let's see if you suck like one too." Mike slid his shorts down to reveal a Black cock about as long as Faith's forearm, and as she reached out to grab it, her fingers could barely make their way around its grith as she guided this monster into her mouth. "Mmmm slut that feels good! But we gotta be quick with your sister waiting out there."

Faith quickened her pace making sure he was good and slick before pulling off her Daisy Dukes and standing up to kiss Mike while stroking his cock some more. Mike spun Faith around and shoved her against the bathroom wall. Faith gasped in shock with a wide smile. He slid Faith's rainbow bikini bottoms to the side before slowly entering her. Her legs began to shake from the overwhelming pleasure; she could barely stand, but Mike would not let up. He continued to enter her, inch by inch until he bottomed out in her. Mike slowly withdrew a few inches until he slammed himself back into her, hitting her cervix causing a confusing and wonderful sensation of pain and pleasure as an orgasm washed over her. Mike continued this assault; they're collective moans echoing in the tiled walls and floor. "Take this Black dick, slut. You wanted it? You got it. Ten inches of Alabama blacksnake rearranging your insides. You like it slut? You like being a good snowbunny slut for Daddy?" asked Mike.

"Yes Daddy! YES!" was all that Faith could say; her mind was too wrapped up in the pleasure and mixed sensations of the heat from their sex against the cold tile. Mike wrapped one hand around her mouth to muffle her moans while the other wrapped around her waist to control her body. Her body was his plaything; she was helpless and completely at his whim, and she loved it.

Suddenly he stopped and pulled out of Faith's white pussy with a slightly audible pop and a gaping hole. "Daddy's not going to knock you up, whitegirl. Get on your knees!" commanded Mike. Faith obeyed like the good white slut she had become in recent days and dropped to her knees, her mouth wide open. Mike jerked his long cock furiously until he groaned loudly and his cock erupted with rope after rope of white, thick seed. The feel of it on her tongue sent electricity down Faith's spine, her pussy spasming in orgasm again; her purpose fulfilled once more. Faith leaned forward and took Mike's softening cock into her mouth to clean him; she felt it's what good sluts do.

When she finished, she fixed her bikini and put back on her Daisy Dukes and left the restroom first. She stopped by the bar to pick up their drinks, took a big gulp of hers from her glass, and continued to the booth setting down the glasses in front of Paige and herself. "You took forever in there! And is the AC not working in there? You're sweating like a racehorse," stated Paige plainly.

"I just had a lot in me, and then it came out of me, ok?" Faith responded. "Over and over again!" she thought.

"Eww gross, Faith. Be a lady!" replied Paige while reaching for the glass in front of her and taking a long drink. She realized immediately that is was far too sweet and must have been Faith's drink, but before she could react, her mind went only to one thought -- the bulge she saw in Mike's shorts when he got up to leave before. And it was a big bulge, huge even! Most men don't have bulges she thought, but he had one and it was big...

"Well I hate to drink and dash, but that was my Major and I have to return to Base. Ladies please allow me to pay for the drinks since I crashed your party," Mike offered. Paige looked at Mike, her thoughts now thinking about how he looked without a shirt or with his muscled arms around her waist, his hands grabbing her ample breasts.

"Paige! Did you hear me?" asked Faith. "I said isn't that sweet of Mike?"

"Yes yes, of course, thank you Mike," replied Paige. She thought she saw Faith hand a paper to Mike, probably the tip, and watched him pay at the bar and leave. Paige picked up her correct glass which now tasted as it should, and the two of them chatted more about Florence and its art until their glasses were empty. "Faith can you drive us home? I'm just feeling distracted; it's probably the drinks."

Faith was a little stunned as her sister had only had the two. "Sure! No problem," she replied kindly. As they left the bar and drove home, Faith and Paige's minds were filled with similar thoughts; both thinking of missing each other when Faith went back to school in a few days, and each thinking of Mike treating herself like complete wanton slut.