Sensing mischief in his big sister's voice, 18-year-old James is curious as to what Lynda has invited him round to her room for. He soon finds out. Lynda, 20, and her lesbian lover Jenny, 22, have a wild and kinky new idea that they want to try out after seeing it in a porno. They want to employ strap-on dildos to bugger a bloke. Young James is trusted, and his arse is firmly in those two kinky lady's sights.
(This is fiction. All persons are over eighteen. This is a sex story. It includes descriptions of: Incest - brother and sister, Anal, a Threesome - FFM, Sex toys, Lesbian, Masturbation, Oral, and possibly other sex acts.)
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With both parents being workaholics, I was used to spending quite a bit of time either on my own or round at my big sister's. Lynda, my only sibling, wasn't much older than me and had looked after me a great deal during childhood. Now that I too was at the Uni where she lived in halls with her girlfriend I often visited her there.
It was a Saturday and with my parents working today (they were both doctors) I was sitting around at home on my own. I phoned a younger friend to see if he wanted to come over, but he was being dragged to the shops with his mum to buy school-uniforms. It was only early August, the summer holidays, but evidently my mate's mother was keen to be prepared for the start of the new school year in a month's time.
"My mum's annoying," my mate had grumbled to me on the phone, "We've only just recently finished school for the summer and she is hauling me off to stupid sodding shops to buy sodding stupid school stuff for me stupid sodding final year. I don't want to be reminded of another year o' school by trying on sodding uniforms."
So that left me to sit about the empty house.
Naturally, being an eighteen-year-old boy, it didn't take long for me to decide to take advantage of my solitude by jerking off. Since I'd discovered the delights of wanking I couldn't get enough of it. I retrieved my laptop and stripped naked. Soon I was kneeling on my bed and pumping my stiff pecker as I perused favorite sites and the naked ladies within.
Half-way through jerking off, the phone rang.
"Bloody fucking buggery," I snapped, having to tear myself away from the delights of self-abuse.
Naked and with my rigid cock jutting from my hairy groin at an obscene 90-degree angle, I padded downstairs and found my cell.
"Yes?" I asked, with all the discourtesy of a typical eighteen-year-old boy.
"Hey James," came the familiar voice of my sister, Lynda.
"Hi Lynda."
"What are you up to?"
"Nothing!"
"My my, you must be up to something! Something naughty, I'll bet!"
"No!" I snapped, defensively, as if somehow my sister knew I had been whacking off, "I wasn't doin' nuthin'!"
"James, it's a simple rule. If you ask a boy what he is up to and he replies 'nothing' within half-a-second, that means he's up to something, probably wanking."
"Whatever. I'm not a boy, and I wasn't wanking. Whaddya want?"
"Fancy coming over?" Lynda asked, cheerfully.
"Now? Um...okay." I enjoyed popping over to Lynda's. I had a bit of an impossible crush on her lesbian lover, Jenny.
"Hurry on over then. We're going to do something cool!"
"What?" I asked, intrigued. I had started playing idly with my erection.
"You'll find out. Come on over. Now!"
"Right now?"
"Yes. Hurry hurry hurry. Unhand it, get dressed and come over."
"I ... I am dressed," I immediately snapped as I stood there naked. I blushed as I looked down and took my hand away from my cock. How did my sister know these things?!
"Just hurry over little brother. See ya!"
She hung up.
I went upstairs and was considering continuing my wank, but I had lost my erection and my sister had said I had to hurry, so I got dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and left the house.
Lynda and Jenny lived in halls at the Uni on the other side of the small city. It only took me ten-minutes to drive over there.
"Hiya James," Lynda said when she answered the door.
"Hi sis."
"Come on in sweetie. Take your shoes off."
Lynda was aged twenty, two years my senior, and she was studying Psychology. She was five-foot-five (three-inches shorter than me) and very slender, with long brown hair. She had a sweet face, big brown eyes (like mine) and an almost perpetual smile.
She had 'come out' last year. Our parents were liberal minded and, although they were somewhat shocked at first, neither was all that bothered that Lynda was a lesbian. All our mum and dad cared about was that their darling daughter was happy, which she quite evidently was, especially since moving rooms next to (actually with) her girlfriend, Jenny, at the break. Our parents had met Jenny on a number of occasions and they all seemed to get on well.
I trudged up a flight down a corridor and into Jenny's small room done up as their sitting room, closing the door behind me. I took off my shoes and plonked myself down on an armchair. Lynda stood nearby and we both glanced round as Jenny came into the room through the door from the loo a few seconds later.
Right now Lynda wore a tight white T-shirt that hugged her firm round boobs and ended just above her navel, showing of her flat midriff. Lynda also had on tight denim cut-offs that showed off her slender legs. My big sis often dressed scantily so I did not bat an eyelid when confronted with such an arousing display of female flesh.
"Hiya James," Jenny greeted me, sweetly, and she sat down on the sofa.
"Hi Jenny," I said. Like I said, I had a bit of a crush on Jenny and I blushed a little.
Jenny was a twenty-two-year-old legal letters student. She was an inch taller than me at five-foot-nine, reasonably slim with a nice firm and slightly plump arse and heavy tits that at the moment, as she sat on the sofa opposite me, were trying to burst out of a tight white sweater. She had black jeans on that hugged her hips and firm thighs. I could certainly tell why my sister had fallen for Jenny.
The busty young woman had a really sweet and pretty face, a gentle smile, a tiny lightly-freckled nose and such gorgeous, dreamy blue eyes. She had short red hair that was always splayed out and deliberately disheveled, to look as if she had just gotten out of bed (having been up to something more than just sleeping.) Like most red-heads, she had pale skin, which contrasted with Lynda, who like me was lightly bronze colored.
