Extending The Milf List Ch 03

Sister Act #1: Christmas Sister

I woke up. For a moment I was disoriented. I did not know where I was or what I was doing or with whom. My memory was of D. Debra Hamilton pounding her pussy up into my face while I scrubbed her g-spot with my tongue. I ran a hand down the female body draped over my arm and chest.

Not Deedee Hamilton. Not to put too fine a point on it but the ass was not the right size. I checked, then I checked again. For some reason my mind just did not grasp what I was feeling or feel what I was grasping. There was no recognition. None. You know how you have the flush suffuse through you when something clicks and you know you know something? You are as sure as you are of your own teeth and you get this feeling that says you are in the here and now, alive and well? I got none of that. Nothing. For some reason I was incapable of addressing the present situation with any words at all. I just felt the gentle breathing of the female lying against me.

My eyes were closed and I inventoried the sensations I was waking to. She had her breasts pressed against my side. Her head lay on my shoulder and a leg was thrown over mine. My cock woke with the realization she was nude. It swelled, stiffened and rose up, swiping along the top of her thigh. Still my mind was empty as a flushed toilet, just full of pointless swirling. My lips formed the words and my voice spoke it, a rough whisper before my mind was able to penetrate the darkness of my eyes and wash me with the realization.

"Tawny." I whispered. I had fucked my sister. I had fucked my sister!

Now, given the long and winding road paved with pussy, MILF pussy, Mother pussy and all manner of other pussy scattered before me like palm fronds (I am definitely going to hell!), it might seem odd for this to have such an impact on me. This effect, though, was complicated, like delicate layers of a dessert with crust and cream cheese and chocolate all separate but laying together waiting to assault the tongue and your sense of taste in an indistinguishable but delicious blend. D. Debra Hamilton insisted she was never going to fuck me. So, distraught, I fucked another woman. Not in revenge, exactly but more to...oh, who am I fooling? I was going to fuck a napkin holder if I didn't get real live pussy pretty soon. So I had...fucked a woman, one who would fuck me, wanted to fuck me, did fuck me. But not just another woman, though, this particular naked female was Tawny, my own sister. Older than me but still my youngest sister, she and I had made the double-backed beast and...now my cock was very hard. Again.

The minx moved her hand down my chest, across the plane of my stomach, through the desert of my abdomen, tickling my pubic hair and lower, to grasp my cock. Not too hard, not too soft but just right, the hand gripped me Goldilocks perfect; my sister wrapped her delicate little hand around my cock and went still. Still. Not another movement. Her breath feathered over my chest, regular as heartbeats, wispy and sweet which made me think I was dreaming. My cock throbbed in her hand. I had a momentary idea that I was going to sprain her hand but that thought got crowded out by the idea of rolling this family female onto her back and penetrating her body once again with my very hard cock.

So I did.

What a good idea it turned out to be, for a little while. I turned against her and rolled gently onto her back. Her head turned away from me. She lay still, breathing softly in her sleep. I touched her center and found her still flush with fluid from last night, twiddled with her pussy till she groaned in her sleep and lifted her hips. A limp hand fell against my upper arm, lank and lifeless. Her legs moved, the one next to me pressing insistently against me till I moved out of the way, letting her open her legs for me. I am so polite. My finger traced the lips of her pussy lightly, drifting up and down her cleft.

"Uh." She grunted softly. Not a word or even a syllable but some prehistoric sound that had only one meaning. I got between her legs and with one hand probed down till I felt her pussy with the tip of my cock. In it went.

"Uuuhhhh." Tawny grunted again. To be perfectly honest it was a groan, not a grunt. Groans last longer and have syllables if you listen closely enough. This was clearly not a grunt. I was very attentive and understood it to mean, "More cock." I should work for the UN as an interpreter.

I lifted my ass up and felt her pussy cling to my cock as it lifted out of her body. I reversed direction and dropped down into her. Her hips lifted and just like that I was seated inside my sister again.

"Oh Christ's best crackers." Tawny's voice sifted up to me. Her head straightened and her eyes fluttered open. "My brother has pushed his cock inside of me." She breathed, panting around the words. "Again." Her hands moved to grip my ass and with that stringent morning strength yanked me down, interrupting my rising motion and filling her pussy once more with my still very hard cock. "Oh god!" She groaned. "Oh yes, god, please fuck me again! Some more!" She was instantly aroused, instantly enthused, instantly engaged, consumed with the idea of fucking her brother. No reluctance caused resistance in her. "Oh yes, Sonny, fuck me again."

I obeyed, lifting my ass against the insistent pressure of her hands intent on replacing my cock back into her body as it had lately been. Just as I halted, holding myself still at the apex of my stroke, the door to Mom's bedroom opened.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

I heard the voice. I felt Tawny go completely stiff. I froze, my ass and back arched in the air and immediately knew this was no pose I could long keep.

"Nova! I think I found them. No, I know I found them. Yes, Sonny came home last night."

From the bowels of the house I heard Georgia, my eldest sister, shout. "I know, my car is in the garage. Where..." Her voice caught.

My reserves vanished and I drifted down, slicing into Tawny as I did so.

"Oh, oh, oh god!" Tawny groaned again as my cock penetrated her oozing pussy. Automatically her knees lifted up and her hips hitched under me. I slipped a shade deeper into her lithe body.

"Well fuck me runnin'!"

I heard Georgia growl behind me.

I felt a prickly feeling run up my spine, bounce off my head and rattle back down, all the way to my tingling, curled toes. Under me, I felt Tawny relax. Her body ceased resisting my presence. Her hands, pinching my ass—probably left marks—relented and she moved them up my back. They tossed the blanket and bed spread off my shoulders. She kicked with one leg till I was uncovered to my knees, planted between her open legs. She locked her heels behind my thighs.

"Fuck me, Sonny." She said in a tight voice, as though through gritted teeth. "Fuck me hard. I want, I want to come. Again. Please. Fuck me, Sonny!" Her raw voice rattled like gravel dumped in a bucket.

Who was I to argue? I rammed down into my sister. Hard.

She grunted. "Yes. Like that! Hard. Fuck me hard, Sonny!"

"In love my ass!" Georgia growled behind me.

"Georgia!" Dalia's voice twittered behind me.

"If he was fucking in love he wouldn't be fucking his sister right here in..."

"Shush!" Dalia said sharply and oddly, Georgia who never listened to anyone, shushed.

The tingling in my body was very confusing. Under me, Tawny was surging, her hips flapping up at me in perfect rhythm, meeting me as I descended down into her and then pulling down and away as I lifted off. She grunted and gasped as I rooted into her and sighed as I pulled out of her.

"Fuck me, Sonny!"

"Georgia! Georgia, come away from there."

"They're fucking!"

"I can see that. Now let's go. This is none of your business!"

"None of my business?" Georgia's voice skipped up an octave, like the lighting of a fuse.

"None of our business. Let's go."

"Not our business? That is our sister and our brother, fucking in our Mom's bed!" Georgia's voice attained that peculiar screech that sounded like a mixture of bad car breaks and fingernails on a blackboard—which I had heard in a demonstration at the open house for a sod, one-room school, so I fucking know what that sounds like. It ain't pretty.

The top half of my body was twitching with the sound and the fury of my eldest sister's voice and the other half, the part touching my youngest sister's nude body underneath me, that part was tingling with the nascent thrill of an impending orgasm.

"I know who it is. I know what they are doing!" Dalia's voice became raw. "I, I can see just fine from over here. Come on, Georgia, come out of Mom's room." Dalia's voice got lower and lower as she spoke till the last two words were spoke with soft reverence.

My orgasm took that opportunity to arrive. "Oh fuck!" I grunted and hammered down into Tawny."

"Oh yes! Oh come, Sonny, fill me up!" Her voice was thready and thin, squeaking around her teeth like I was squeezing it out of her, which maybe I was. Distracted as I was, I paid little attention to the distribution of my weight and as the orgasm fountained up in me, I lost all caring. I hammered up and down into my sister's pussy with short, stout strokes that she met with equally stout bumps of her own, taking a moment to grind as we slammed together each time, her little ass making little circles as she wrote my name on the back of her pussy with my cock.

Suddenly, just as I was running out of steam, or cum as it were, Tawny bucked into an orgasm of her own. Her legs lifted up and locked across my ass, or almost did. We formed a loose but intense love knot. She pulled herself against me and then corrected her angle. She managed to lock her legs around my waist. Once so positioned, she began to buck under me with some great violence that I felt with great pride. Her voice rattled with passion, her hand pulled at my shoulder. Her head shook back and forth. Her eyes squinted and her mouth formed a tense shape as she panted and grunted in the throes of each, escalating orgasm.

When the storm passed and we lay, entwined in our mother's bed, both gasping around the throes of our departed climaxes, Tawny lifted her head and tried to look past my shoulder. "Are they gone?" She panted.

"Who?" I returned, half honestly. It was like some evil doctor had cut out my speech center. My mind felt like I was a parrot only speaking words I had heard a lot but making no contextual sense.

"Dalia. Georgia." Tawny grunted. "Get off me, ya big oaf. What? Are you trying to suffocate me?"

"I think, I think you need to unlock your legs, dear sister." I returned as dryly as I could which was pretty dry.

"Oh. Right." Tawny mumbled. She did not move. She flexed her lithe legs, tightening them around me.

"Uh, Tawny." I said, half confused by her and all confused by me and my brain.

"Do I have to? It feels so good, like this. Me, full of cock, you, you, your cock. My goodness, aren't you the lively one. Still hard after all this time." Her hips punched up at me, drilling my cock into her slushy depths.

I heard real wonder in her voice and did not try to peer beneath me to see if she was being sarcastic. One had to be on guard with Tawny because she could do such things, be sarcastic I mean, very softly so that you hardly noticed.

"Get off me!" She grunted.

I tried but she still had not released me so we just toppled over onto our sides, me pinching her one leg uncomfortably under my side. Motivated by this discomfort, we disconnected and rolled onto our backs, during which I was able to verify the room was empty of other sisters and the door was closed. How Dalia had gotten Georgia out of the room I did not know but I was most grateful. I would pay her back, with interest. Dalia liked to watch. She had two sisters. I was sure I could return the favor though not in kind.

"They're gone." I said once Tawny and I were both situated.

"I know. They were terrified to see you coming and ran out of the room screaming."

"I don't remember that. I think that was you screaming."

"Oh, right. You're probably right. Probably." She sat up. "Oh fuck. What happens now?"

I looked up at her. I did not have a clue.

Tawny looked down at me, her tits pleasantly full and bobbing just right there! "Sonny, let me handle this. This was my doing. I, I think I know what to do. But I think you should, uh, you know, be out of the house. There could be screaming females and you have a tendency to not know when to keep your big mouth shut and your nose in your own business when we are screaming at each other."

I grunted. She was right about that any way. I had no idea where I was going to go but then something weird occurred to me. It was almost Christmas. Christmas! You know what that means? Shopping. For presents. Which I had done none of! I was out of the bed and into the shower before I thought about it. My brain was still lagging reality on a number of counts. Showered, I found Mom's room vacant. I crept to my room, dressed and crept with the same sort of temerity down stairs, through the house to the garage and out. I had no idea where my three sisters were but I saw no blood and heard no screams so I had plausible deniability if someone turned up dead.

I had the idea that I should call one of my buddies but realized they were likely all gone. I had been incommunicado for so long I felt weird calling them now. Plus, I was confused about whether to crow about boinking Tawny or keep it too myself. It seemed to be in that gray area that makes you cautious. I avoided it till about eleven when the elbows to ribs shopping finally got to me. I called for reinforcements and found I was Custer. Everyone was indeed out of town. I skipped Sammy since I knew he was gone. I skipped Landon because I did not know what to say. Chris did not answer and Brent was indeed gone for Christmas and told me I was the lone ranger still in town.

I went back to shopping. Reluctantly. What a pain in the ass. I was surrounded by a bunch of other men, wandering through the stores like fellow holiday zombies, eyes glazed with disbelief that we had let Christmas sneak up on us again and here we were, stumbling with all the other guys who had missed the memo and forgotten to buy the gifts that would get us laid. I snickered when I thought that, thinking I had gotten laid, in my own house, with no gift for anyone at all and best of all, I had every expectation of having all of my sisters for the holidays. I thought immediately of D. Debra Hamilton and felt guilty and got hard in the middle of the mall surrounded by the other holiday zombies. I got hard but did not take the trouble to attach that hardon to any particular female. They all qualified for one reason or another. Merry Christmas!

So I went back to shopping. But what really pissed me off was every time I got a good idea about what to buy someone, they were fucking out of it. Finally I fell into a group of guys who were just touching shit and if something stuck to their hands, they bought it. I got something to eat about three which improved my mood considerably. I realized as it got dark that I had no way of knowing what I would find when I got home. So I went to the movies, which were packed. I was a guy, alone, stuffed into a seat between two necking couples for three hours, all because I was scared to go home and fuck my sisters again. I only had one to go, so what was the big deal? No big deal, not really. I stayed for the late show, another three hours. What a coward. I got home about one in the morning. The house was dark, silent and bloodless so I slipped into my own bed, grimy with holiday cheer and the beer I spilled down my chest creeping upstairs.

I slept like the dead. The next morning, oddly, I felt more or less normal. I showered and when I got out of Mom's shower, I smelled the luscious aroma of breakfast, bacon and waffles and all that stuff. My stomach growled and I growled and decided I had to face the music sometime. It was Sunday and no one went to work. It was Christmas Eve. I wanted it to feel special but I was just scared. I went downstairs, bravely if I say so myself, to face my sisters, my family.

My arrival in the kitchen went utterly unremarked. Georgia was looking at her IPAD and Dalia was cleaning up a waffle, licking syrup off of a bit wad before stuffing it into her mouth. Tawny stood staring down at the waffle iron, a stack of overcooked waffles on the plate beside her. No one looked at me. For a moment I felt invisible but then Tawny saw me and she grinned. Her eyes twinkled and she licked her lips. She turned away from the waffle iron, glanced back and then gestured me over. She turned her back on the waffle iron and put her arms around my neck. She nuzzled my ear. Her whisper shivered through me.

"I am yours. Till you are done with me. We, we worked it out. Tell you about it later. Till, till you are ready to stop, you can have me, whenever you like. Anytime. Anywhere. Anyhow. It is entirely up to you but once you move on, same rules."

I glanced around to see if anyone noticed Tawny whispering in my ear. Nova and Dalia were so nonchalant it hurt. I appreciated the update. For a moment I almost objected but my dear sister presented the proposition so effectively I could find no fault with it. So I just grinned.

Tawny even kissed the line of my jaw, licking my newly shaved skin. For a moment she hung around my neck, her head cocked back over her back. I felt like she was a girl friend, utterly in love and finally ready to show her feelings to the world, or in this case, to her sisters. What an odd feeling but this whole situation, my whole life had gotten way far away from normal. I had become a profound outlier, even compared to other outliers I was out of sight over the curvature of the earth.

"Your waffles are burning." I said. "Again."

"Dammit, dammit, dammit! I am going to get one right before I quit!" Tawny disengaged and sure enough, one corner of the round form of four was black as an Angus bull. The rest was bark brown. "Crap, crap, crap."

"The griddle is too hot." Georgia said, her voice even, uninflected.

"Sonny, do you want eggs? If Julia Child over there will give up and let me, I'll make you some waffles that don't chip your teeth." Dalia said, looking at me blandly. She had watched her sister drape herself around my neck but then looked away when I glanced her way.

I agreed to eggs and bacon, poured orange and coffee and sat down next to Georgia who pointedly ignored me. I asked about Christmas dinner and discovered arrangements had been made in the Ladies room. They filled me in with gradually increasing momentum. Tawny burned another set of waffles and Dalia shooed her over to the table, made four perfect ones that came out just as my eggs were done. Tawny and I ate together and while we ate, the four of us discussed Christmas. I realized I still had a day of gift wrapping ahead of me. I found I had little or no recollection of what I had bought for whom. I wished I had been drinking so I had an excuse but as it was, I decided it was just a blown fuse in my brain. Or an aneurysm.

"Tawny, since you burned all the waffles, you can clean up the kitchen." Georgia said as she sauntered to the bathroom. Tawny did not debate the order but set to cleaning up the kitchen.

Dalia leaned across the table. "Fuck her." She hissed.

I was sure my brain was feeding me chemical hallucinations. "What?" I said dumbly or stupidly or maybe I combined them elegantly into a single grunt.

"Fuck Tawny. Georgia, she needs to see you take her like that. It'll, it'll settle her down."

I thought this assessment improbable. "You trying to get me killed?"

Dalia shook her head. "No. I am serious. If you fuck Tawny, right in the kitchen, right now, then, then she'll, then Georgia, she'll, she'll know that her turn will come. You know how insecure she gets sometimes. All she needs is to see you fucking Tawny and she'll know things will be okay."