My sister and I arrived at Amir's room without fanfare. No party to attend, no suspense about whose turn it was. Danielle wore tight blue jeans and a dark red top that accentuated her breasts without revealing much. She didn't bother with makeup this time. She looked stunning without it.
She also didn't drink that night, so her nerves were more evident when Amir let us in, greeted her with a friendly hug, and directed her to sit on his bed. I took a spot on a worn leather couch nearby. Across from me stood the long dresser Julie had told me about, with its giant mirror. I had a momentary vision of Julie's supple leg stretched along its dark wooden surface, and her pussy being rammed by Amir from behind. I shook my head to expel the thought.
"Brother Justin," Amir stood in front of me wearing a black bathrobe, his bare legs and chest visible.
"Big brother," I nodded respectfully.
"I know this must be a little uncomfortable," he stated. "I had the honor of initiating your girlfriend into the house, and now I'll be doing the same for your sister."
"It's alright," I gulped.
He walked over to Danielle and took her hands in his. She looked up with an anxious smile.
"Don't worry, Justin's sister. I'll take good care of you." He leaned down to kiss her trembling lips. Did he even know her name? He pushed his robed body close and they fell onto the bed locked in a make-out session. I looked idly at my reflection in the big mirror with the wet noise of their lips and tongues filling the room. I could see his body wriggling languidly on top of her in the mirror's lower corner.
He must have been a better kisser than Franco, because she didn't push him off or stop him. Instead, I heard a few muffled girly moans. I glanced at the bed once in a while to check her hands. No crossed fingers.
After a minute, or maybe ten, he rolled off my sister and undid his robe, revealing his naked full boner. A bit longer and wider than Franco's. More like mine, except for a bit of a curve. He lay on his back and grabbed my sister's head with both hands, pulling her face to his hard dick. She obliged. I could see her in profile as she flicked her tongue over the head, swirled it along the length of his shaft, and then slid his cock between her pretty lips and devoured it.
"Oh, Danielle..." he moaned in approval as she got about three fourths of it in. So he did know her name. She held his dick deep in her mouth and I saw her cheek rippling. One of his hands clenched her blonde hair and his thin stomach spasmed. She must have been doing something pretty special with her tongue. I couldn't help wondering where she'd learned her techniques.
Danielle's blue eyes locked on his as she pleasured him, full of a flirtatious intensity I'd never seen. I could see his face in the mirror staring back at her lustfully. If this was all just 'acting,' as she'd termed it, she'd be in the running for an Oscar.
I let my eyes drift around the room as his moans and her sloppy sucking sounds floated around me. My thoughts wandered to Julie. Had she sucked him too? Before all the other things she'd shown me? I recalled how strangely sexy she'd looked when she'd returned to my room that night. Now I knew that she'd ridden my cock with a freshly cum-filled snatch. Was I jealous? Hurt? Upset? No. Somehow, no. But I did feel something. Some kind of vague discomfort...
A sudden yell shot from Amir. I turned to see Danielle with his cock head in her mouth and her tongue extending down past her plump lower lip to massage the underside of his trembling dick.
"Fuck, baby, that's so good," he sighed deeply and ran his fingers through her hair. She lingered there a moment, then plunged his cock deep in her mouth again and squeezed the base with her hand. His head fell back and her gaze shifted to me. Her big innocent eyes, beneath narrowed brows, tilted up to meet me with a startlingly seductive stare. Her golden hair hung around her cock-stuffed face like a shimmering curtain.
The raw beauty of the scene sucked my breath out and sent blood coursing into my own cock. A gorgeous girl sucking a hard shaft with such poignant finesse was simply arousing. My dick didn't know it was inappropriate. I gulped hard and did my best to suppress an erection. I pursed my lips and nodded approvingly to her, as if to say, 'good job, Dandy, you're doing great.' Her eyes twinkled.
In the next instant, Amir pushed her off with a heavy breath and hoisted himself off the bed. "Clothes off," he exhaled. Danielle obeyed and tossed her jeans, shirt, and bra to the floor. He hurriedly slid her panties off and flung them away. He grabbed her by the waist and bent her over the edge of the bed with her face down on the sheets, and shoved his dick without warning into her thankfully ready hole.
Danielle let out a pained yelp. He shifted his feet for a moment, then proceeded to thrust into her moist pussy with steady vigor. Her yell melted into excited moans. Her hands gripped the other side of the bed and he gripped her tight waist. Amir, unlike Franco, had no compunction about putting my sister's tight bald vagina on full display for me to see. I watched his shaft ram into her for a few moments before averting my eyes again. She was moaning much more this time. She was either enjoying Amir a lot more than Franco, or she really did want that Oscar.
My attention snapped back to them when her moans were cut by an acute new noise. Amir's hand, slapping her bare ass. First one cheek, then the other, his toned stomach flexing as he maintained his rhythmic pounding. Each spank forced a sharp groan from Danielle. Her fingers curled into the sheet but remained uncrossed. I sighed quietly, shifted on the couch, and lowered my eyes to the floor.
I stared at a faded stain on the carpet as my sister's cries rose in volume, punctuated by abrupt smacks against her admittedly luscious butt. After ten minutes, or maybe one, she shrieked, and I looked up to see her trembling with orgasm. He spanked her through her climax, grunting and pummeling his rock hard dick into her. It sounded genuine, but then again, so had her faked orgasms with Franco.
"That's a good girl," Amir groaned with approval. He grabbed her legs and pushed them upward, folding them under her on the bed. She knelt while he fucked her doggystyle. She came again, or pretended to. He pushed her down and climbed on top, closing her legs and fucking her furiously while pushing her head into the sheets. Another climax, maybe. She didn't give me the sign, so I had to assume it was all cool with her. And if her frequent orgasms were real, she must have been having an incredible time.
Finally, he climbed off her with his wet cock bouncing in front of him. He slapped her ass hard and told her to get up. She obeyed. He pointed to the wall across the room and instructed her to put her hands on it and spread her legs. She obeyed again.
Her stretched-out figure flowed like a musical river from her fingertips on the wall, to the contours of her perky tits, to the swoop of her tight waist into her arched hips, to the opulent orbs of her ass, to her lithe legs and spread feet. My sister, in her full nude glory, was indeed a poem composed in flesh. My brutish cock strained against my pants, while my more civilized mind focused on the difference between appreciation and desire.
She turned her face toward me as Amir approached her, catching my eye for a moment and nodding subtly to let me know she was OK. Her eyes went wide and her blonde tresses scattered as he spanked her, harder than before. She shrieked in pain, but with a slight moaning intonation. He slapped her ass again. And again. I started to tense up. Her fingers remained spread on the wall and her groans grew increasingly pleased. Even so, this wasn't the way to treat such a splendid vision of beauty, whether she was my sister or not.
"You're my good girl, aren't you," he said between heavy lustful breaths. His stiff shaft trembled behind her ass as he spanked it.
"Yes," my sister answered, "I'm your good girl."
"You like being spanked, don't you," he demanded as his hand stung her again.
"I like it," Danielle groaned.
"You like it?" he asked again with another smack.
"I love it," she clarified with a yelp.
"You want my dick back inside you?"
"Yes," she breathed.
"Convince me," he growled, taking his cock in his hand and slapping her raw ass with it.
