"Please hold, I'd get Alison for you." Quickly pressing mute on the phone, Michael placed the phone on the table before lazily sliding his computer chair back so that he could get up. He had been staring at the computer screen all day as he worked on a new computer programme which he was creating for his wife Sandra's business. His wife had taken an extended vacation to be with her critically sick sister across the Atlantic, and he had promised her that by the time she returned it would have been finished. He had intended to have it done for her, but between his daily job as an IT professor at the local college and keeping up his weekend livelihood with his friends, it had completely slipped out of his hands. The death of Sandra's sister was bringing her back in a few days, giving him no choice but to submit himself to a weekend filled with programming.
"Ali!" He called to his daughter from the bottom of the stairs, but there was no answer.
"Ali, the phone is for you!" He called again, but still there was no answer.
"Alison!" After calling for the third time and realising that his yelling was in vain, Michael returned to the phone to take a message and to tell the person that she would return their call later in the day.
Returning to the computer screen, Michael struggled to return his attention to the work at hand, but nothing seemed to be making sense. It had already been four hours since he had started and his eyes were starting to grow weary as his once favourite thing to do become nothing but a bothersome task or burden. Deciding that it was time for a break and maybe one episode of Family Guy, He got up from the computer and left his office.
Stopping first to pour himself a strong drink of Vodka and water, Michael sat down to enjoy his drink and the television. No matter how much he was engrossed in the show a hint of uneasiness kept creeping into his mind. He was concerned about Alison. Her room was not very far from the stairs and so he did not understand why he received no response when he called. Wanting nothing more than to put his mind at rest, he decided to check on his daughter to see if she was alright.
Michael ascended the stairs with drink in hand and turned right down the corridor which lead to Alison's room. Surprisingly the door was open, but a quick scrutiny of the room showed no Alison. Thinking that there was a great possibility that Alison may be in her twin Sister Alicia's room, he turned to walk to the room at the opposite end of the corridor. It was a known fact within their family that Alicia was not very big on privacy. While Alison was the reserved one, always keeping her door close and spending most of her time alone in her room, Alicia was the opposite. Alicia left very little for the imagination. She knew very well that her body was perfectly shaped with her full C-cupped breast and her nicely curved hips, and she never hid it. It was evident that she was extremely confident and comfortable in her body as she constantly walked around the house in nothing but a bra and panty, and even dressed with her door open. Her 18th birthday 2 years prior seemed to have awakened a sense of sensuality within her, and she showed increasing confidence in her body. Seeing her door half-open at that moment, it was therefore not strange when Michael simply pushed it open and stepped in.
The sight before his eyes rendered him still as he stared at the scene before him open mouthed. At first he saw nothing but two feet frantically dancing in the air, but as he positioned himself at a better angle, he was given a VIP view point to the scintillating scene before him. He immediately felt his cock begin to stiffen as Alicia grabbed handfuls of Alison's hair in order to press her face into her cunt. Alicia's hips gyrated wildly as she tightened her legs around her sister's neck.
"Come on Ali, Make... Me... Come!" She begged breathlessly. "Finger me; fuck me with your fingers."
Alison did not comply. Instead, she struggled out of Alicia's tightly locked legs and held them up at an angle to her sister's shoulders as she began to seductively lick tiny circles around her labia, before spreading them in order to have access to her swollen clit. She playfully licked the tiny bud before taking the sensitive and impatient clit into her mouth and sucking it.
Michael could not help but to begin stroking his hardened cock from the outside of his pants as he watch the daughter who he always perceived to be quiet and shy grab hold of her sister's ass and pulling her body a few centimetres off of the bed, gently and seductively lick her from the back to the front before pulling away teasingly.
"You taste so fucking good, you have no idea."
Alicia moaned softly with her eyes closed in further anticipation, but Alison did not respond how she had hoped. Standing with her back to the apparent invisible visitor to pull her top off, Alison revealed a pair of two hardened, but perfect pink nipples which she played with for a brief moment before returning her attention to her sister who had already begin to pleasure herself.
For just a moment Alison watched her sister as she plunged two fingers deep into her vagina while pinching her left nipple with the other hand. She appeared to be enthralled by the scene of her sister's flushed face as she pumped her fingers faster and faster inside of her while her breaths grew shorter and shorter, but she quickly pulled herself out of her reverie as the desire strengthened within her.
