"Are you ready for another fuck with Taylor?" Julie asked her younger sister, Sylvia. "I wanna do it again today while mother's still away."
"Look, Julie," answered her sister, "we can't do this. What happened yesterday was a fluke. You blackmailed Taylor into having sex with us; we can't do it again, it's not right. Anyway, sooner or later mother will find out about it so let's not take any more chances."
"Don't worry; I've got Taylor where I want him. He can't say no because he's afraid I might tell mother about what happened."
What had happened was that Julie had hoodwinked the family handyman, Taylor, into initiating the sisters into the mysteries of sex. Julie had succeeded in getting her way despite the two girls being kept virtual prisoners at the ranch by their tyrannical mother. Now she and Sylva were no longer virgins; they could envision in their future college years being part of the active social life, like their friend Angie. But yesterday's initiation, however welcome, was only a beginning. Julie needed to know more, and fast, before the summer holidays ended. She wasn't going off to school as some rube who didn't know about sex.
"Let's go down to the pool and see if we can entice him again." She walked out of the room and Sylvia, as usual, followed, not wanting to defy her strong-willed sister.
They found Taylor working by the pool. He looked at them severely.
"Don't try anything naughty," he said before they could utter a word. "I know what you're thinking and I'm not going to do it again. Don't tell me you're going to tell your mother about yesterday because I've figured it out. You wouldn't dare tell her. She might fire me, but she would treat you even worse."
Julie felt deflated. He had seen through her bluff. What he said was true; telling her mother she had sexual intercourse with Taylor was the last thing she would do. She said nothing and dejectedly led Sylvia back to the house.
"Damn!" she cursed, once out of earshot of Taylor. "Now what are we going to do? I can't force him to fuck us."
She climbed the stairs to the room Sylvia and she used as an upstairs boudoir and sitting room. She plopped down on a big chair and bit her lip.
"It's better this way, don't you see?" said Sylvia. "We found out what we wanted to know. There's no point in risking it again."
As usual, Sylvia was trying to steady her adventuresome older sister; but Julie heard nothing, except the implicit admission that Sylvia too had wanted to lose her virginity. In this case with a large black 45-year old former athlete who had worked for their family ever since they could remember.
"I'm not going to give up," said Julie. "There must be away, I've just got to think. Anyway, you liked it didn't you, Sylvia?"
The latter hesitated, remembering the intense pleasure she had felt during her encounter with Taylor. Although she felt sure that she didn't want to try any more 'hanky panky' with Taylor or anyone else, Sylvia felt a warm glow in her loins from the memory of the five wonderful orgasms that rocked her body, one after the other as he pushed his big penis into her virgin pussy. She momentarily closed her eyes as her thoughts drifted back to that exquisite feeling when she felt herself being stretched open and filled by his throbbing meat. If she focused on that memory she could almost still feel the way her soaked pussy lips rippled over the thick ridges and veins of his hard shaft as he thrust again and again into her welcoming body. She suddenly jerked out of this erotic daydream, hoping that Julie hadn't noticed her distraction.
"You know what I think. Anyway, just because it felt good doesn't mean I'll do it again."
Julie smiled to herself, satisfied with this characteristic reply for now. She knew that Sylvia would succumb again if she engineered another sexual encounter with Taylor.
The rest of the day passed slowly, as did the evening. Their mother was still away on her business trip. Through the window of the sitting room they could see the light from Taylor's room across the courtyard above the garage. He was watching TV.
The next day Julie burst into her sister's room soon after breakfast. Julie usually slept later than Sylvia but this morning she was all energy.
"I think I know a way to get him to fuck us!"
Sylvia sighed. She was going to have to listen to this nonsense again.
"You know what they say about men," continued her sister, excitedly. "They can't resist what turns them on. Most like sluts; some like leather and vinyl, that kind of stuff, others like stockings and heels. We have to give Taylor something to get him going. You see," she went on, "whatever he says to us, his cock will respond if we appeal to his fantasies."
"You must be crazy," Sylvia said when Julie finally gave her a moment. "You heard what he said. He isn't going to fall for it again."
"He will if we tease him just the right way. Remember how it worked before? He resisted until we paraded our hot stuff in front of him. I could see his cock moving in his pants while he was trying to get us to stop teasing him."
"Oh, God. You can't really mean that!"
"I sure am, and I think I know what to try. Look, we're cute, we're blonde white girls and we're less than half his age. We need to capitalize on our strong points. We'll make sure he sees us as innocent young girls and sluts at the same time. I think that should work with any red-blooded male."
Sylvia groaned. Once again Julie was going off half-cocked with one of her crazy plans. She knew it was useless to fight it. All she could do was see what happened and wait for it to fail.
"You remember those little shepherdess costumes we wore for the school play?"
"You can't be serious, Julie! I was about twelve when I wore that and you were not much older."
"OK, they'll be tight, but we can make them fit and it won't be bad if they show more than they were intended to show."
At 19, Julie had a petite, trim figure. Her eighteen-year-old sister was similarly built, if markedly more buxom up top. Julie ran off to the storeroom to hunt for the old costumes. Sylvia followed, thinking about how the costume had made her look like Little Bo Peep.
"Here they are!" shouted her sister eagerly. She held up a white short-waisted satin dress, with pink bows and a frilly little skirt. Then she held up another one just like it. They looked terribly small to Sylvia. What on earth was her sister up to?
"I think we can fit into these OK. They're gonna show our knickers, but that's what I want and you're going to overflow the top a bit. What we need are some stockings and some high heeled shoes to match. I think I know where to find them!"
Julie rummaged some more in the closet and finally found what she was looking for: two pairs of white stockings with little pink bows at the top.
