In the fall of 1998 I was living a charmed life, I just didn't know it. Ours was a very close family unit consisting of just me, my sister Chrissy, and Mom. It had been 8 years since our dad was killed in an auto accident. Each of us had gone into shock and then depression over this tragic loss and spent 30 months in therapy. -- Individually and all together. I was almost 10 and Chrissy was 12 when he passed. The therapy never made the pain of his death go away but it did help us restore some normality to our relationship with each other. We came out of this devastation drawn together, taking turns comforting each other.
Initially we all slept in Mom's bed and this continued for over a year. We quickly gave up notions of modesty and became very comfortable seeing each other without much clothing on.
Mom has always been affectionate with me and Chrissy so hugs and kisses are the norm. She was always so sweet and loving, but sometime during my 15th year the hugs became firmer and lasted longer, kisses had a new intensity. Looking back, I believe that was due in part to my growing up and looking very much like my father. I have his height, broad shoulders, and fine black hair.
Even though we were way beyond casual around each other Mom respected my privacy.
Chrissy, on the other hand, was more playful and bold. Being two years older than me, she had no problem barging in on me when I was naked or parading her lovely naked self in front of me. When I started puberty she was regularly checking me out, noting new hair growth and thoroughly embarrassing me by remarking on my developing "package".
One day she offered to teach me how to kiss. I was desperately curious so I let her take my hand and lead me into her room for my training. She demonstrated the "first date" kiss, then "kissing with passion". She started out with closed lips and gentle pressure but it quickly escalated to open mouths and thrusting tongues. It wasn't long before she was taking my hand and placing it on her breast. I felt her hard nipple through the fabric of her blouse. I realized she was no longer being my teacher but was really turned on herself! Her probing tongue and heavy breathing was making me crazy, too. I was suddenly aware that her hand was on my erect penis, stroking up and down. She stopped long enough to pull the waistband of my shorts up and over, freeing the end of my dick from its confining tent.
We had been sitting side by side on her bed but she pushed her lips against mine so hard that I fell backwards against her pillows. She followed, not breaking our kiss or letting go of my stiff dick. She swung her right leg over mine and slammed her pussy onto my protruding hard on and began frantically grinding her cunt on my big dick. I could do little more than try to match her rhythm.
We both had powerful orgasms and stayed in that position, she on top of me, for at least a half hour, gently nuzzling and kissing. It was incredible how much it felt like making love, not just having sex. When we heard Mom come home we jumped up and I ran into my room to change out of my cum covered clothes. Chrissy had to change her clothes, too.
After that, whenever we would hug or kiss we knew that we had to keep our contact brief and under control or risk going too far again but there was no doubt in our minds that we felt much more than just sibling love for each other. Even though I had a few sexual encounters with girlfriends I never again had felt I was "making love", just only "having sex". And she still liked to barge in on me in the bathroom "to check out the goods".
I was a freshman at University of Maryland and living at home back in 1998. I was on the track team so I was allowed to keep my study load to just 10 credit hours per semester and still qualify for scholarship money. I became close friends with a freshman foreign student from Liberia, Africa who also ran track. He and I were in the same English 101 class, too. In a school as big as U of M, you look for and latch onto familiar faces whenever you can.
His name is Enreek Batu, which was quickly shortened to "Reek". Partly, because he was convinced that liberally applying spray cologne would make him irresistible to females. So "Reek" was teased pretty often about that. That and how dark his skin is. I was surprised to hear African American students teasing him about being "the blackest n------- they had ever seen". He was pretty tough skinned but not really able to dish it back. I realized early on that he would be easy prey for some of the other students, but I vowed to have his back.
Now I have to tell you that Enreek has excellent English skills, but he is incredibly naïve. His manner is sweet and innocent, to say the least. He has a quick and genuine smile that flashes brilliant white teeth. Other team members (including me) could be jealous of his running skill but no one could dislike him.
When the Thanksgiving holiday was coming up I asked him about his plans.
"Not a ting but study" he said. "And you, sir" he replied?
Oh yeah, we teased him about his manners. To say he was always polite would be an understatement.
"I'll be home with my family" I said. That afternoon I asked my mom about inviting Reek to stay at our house over the 4 day weekend.
"Absolutely!" she said. "We'll fix up the club basement for him. Don't let him say no!"
The next day in class I told Reek he would be spending the holiday with my family.
"Thank you very much, sir, but I could not impose on your family."
"Nonsense", I said, "My mom and my sister would love to have a guest, particularly someone from another country. If you say no they'll be terribly disappointed".
"Are you sure" he asked? "Isn't this a big tradition holiday for American families?"
"It's a tradition based on welcoming visitors, sharing hospitality, and giving thanks for our blessings."
"Then I will be honored to come to your house" he answered.
Mom and my sister Chrissy had a ball cleaning up the club basement room. It had a futon sofa that opened flat to be a twin bed and a TV, but not much else.
Mom has a beautiful figure, with wide hips, a surprisingly small waist and large, prominent breasts. Because she's tall and also broad-shouldered, her breasts are striking but not so out of proportion. When we hug and kiss she presses her bosom firmly against my chest.. Sometimes I can feel her hard nipples, too.
And she has the most beautiful red hair I have ever seen. It's a deep, genuine red, shiny and thick with a gentle natural wave. When she goes to work it's wound in a tight bun but once she's home it comes loose, falling down below her shoulders, with bangs that frame her lovely face.
Mom and Chrissy resemble each other except that Chrissy has more dramatic curves. Her waist is even narrower but she has the same wide hips and broad shoulders. Chrissy is more lithe, with a runner's body but she has the same lush hair, only lighter. Her hair is a mixture of blonde and red, like copper and gold. Her hair is longer too, all the way to her waistline. Chrissy also inherited a stunning pair of tits, jutting out and up. At home she was always bra-less, her long nipples pointing at me, demanding my attention!
Wednesday afternoon I brought Enreek home with me. He was so polite and sweet to my mom she took to him immediately.
She showed him his room and a stack of towels and wash cloths that would be his all the while asking about his family, what his home in Liberia was like, what foods he liked, and on and on.
"Give the poor man a break".
We all turned to see my sister Chrissy on the stairs. She had just gotten home from her school and was now making her grand entrance. She was wearing a one piece summer dress that showed nearly all her legs. She was absolutely stunning!
"How do you do, my name's Chrissy", my sister said, holding out her hand.
"Hello madam, my name is Enreek Batu" and as he said that he took my sister's hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it.
Enreek was so sweet and chivalrous that we all had to laugh.
Not to be upstaged, Mom stepped up and said "And you can call me Pam". She held out her hand and Enreek took it and kissed it also.
Chrissy and I both looked at mom with surprise on our faces. Mom just shrugged and walked past Chrissy to go up to the kitchen to start making dinner. From that moment on there would be constant competition for his attention by the two women.
All through dinner Mom and Chrissy peppered Enreek with questions about his school, his family, and most importantly, his girlfriends.
"I cannot have a girlfriend until I finish school" he said.
We eventually figured out that he equated "girlfriend" with "sex" and "sex" with "marriage".
