"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.
"This should do fine. Now what we need is some sexy panties and shoes. Let's look in mother's closet."
Once again she led her sister to her mother's room where they had found a horde of lingerie and other items in a locked closet. It didn't take her long to find what she wanted: pink thongs and high-heeled shoes to match. Her mother certainly had a large collection! Julie was too focused on finding what she needed to wonder why her mother needed these items.
"OK," she said, "Let's take them to our room and see if we can get them on."
Sylvia followed her sister again to her room, where they tried on the items they had found. The little costumes were very tight.. Sylvia especially had trouble with her shepherdess dress: it was too small, especially up top where she had grown considerably to a rounded C cup. Her ample breasts overflowed the small, girlish dress, giving her an embarrassingly deep cleavage.
"It's too small," she said. "I can't fit into this." Her sister looked her over.
"It's OK. It shows off your tits, Sylvia. He'll love it."
Sylvia looked uncertain. She couldn't imagine looking decent in this getup.
"Anyway," said Sylvia, "we can't appear in these outfits. Taylor would see right through us and tell us to forget it."
Again, Julie was gratified that Sylvia wasn't questioning the object of their efforts, only the likelihood it would succeed. She knew that she had won at least half the battle of convincing her sister to go along.
"I know that. We won't just walk in on him like this. First we'll explain that we need to rehearse for a play and ask him to be the audience."
"What? There's no way he'll go along with that. He'll see right through it."
"Not if we present it the right way. Remember how much he enjoyed our rehearsals six years ago? We'll tell him we've been asked to do it again. Taylor is not that hard to persuade if we use the right approach."
Doubtfully, Sylvia kept silent. She felt that sooner or later this plan would collapse and so didn't see any point in refusing to go along with her insistent older sister. Julie slipped out of the costume into her regular clothes and her sister did the same. They went downstairs in search of Taylor.
Finding him on the patio near the pool, Julie gave him a big smile.
"Taylor, we need a favor."
"What?"
"You remember that little play we were in when we played shepherdesses in the pageant at school?"