Thanks to blackstallion21 for the edits.
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October 30
"Holy fuck," Derrick Helmsley said. He was staring out the window into his backyard. What he saw made his shorts tent out. He could feel sweat pop out on his brow, despite the air conditioner blowing its arctic blast.
His baby sister, Delila, was sunbathing; nude. He watched as she smeared oil across her chest, her nipples tightening at the cool liquid. Her hands ran down her tight stomach. He swallowed hard as her hands traveled closer to her pussy lips; her bare pussy lips. He groaned as she continued on to her legs.
"Mother of God," he heard beside him.
"Put your eyes back in your head, Connor," Derrick told his best friend. He continued to watch his sister.
"When you wipe the drool off your chin... Come on. Let's go shoot some hoops to work off excess energy." Connor glanced out the window one more time and he shifted his erection.
"I saw that." Derrick turned to his friend and crossed his arms over his chest. Connor chuckled and imitated his posture. They stared at each other for a moment, fighting to keep grins off their faces. Unfortunately they couldn't.
Derrick pushed Connor towards the door. "Ass."
"Dick." At the front door, Connor paused. "Seriously Rick, Lila's smokin'. Are you sure it's a good idea to let her and Christy attend one of Dean's parties? You know how bad they are."
Derrick shrugged. "He didn't invite them; Chelsea did. And his parties aren't bad."
"Dude, they're classified as orgies. What do you mean not bad?"
He grinned. "And how many pieces of ass have you gotten whenever we attended?"
"Exactly, our little sisters are going to one. This doesn't concern you?"
"Very much so... But as my baby sister screamed at me the other day, she's twenty years old. I can't baby her forever."
"Okay, you're right. Christy and I had a similar argument. Let me ask you one question. What are you gonna do if you see Lila with a guy there?"
He saw red just thinking about it. He shook his head to clear it. "Try my damnedest not to rip him apart. And you?"
"Same thing, brother."
*****
"Can you see them?" Christy Holmes asked her friend, Delila. She leaned against the counter at work.
"Yeah. They have their shirts off. Sweat's drippin' off them." Lila leaned her head against her bedroom window. "You think it will work?"
"You have the contacts?"
"Yeah." She gripped the curtains in her fist. Derrick had raised his hands in victory at a shot. His muscles rippled beneath his skin. She sighed. "This better work, Chris. I'm horny."
"So am I, babe. By tomorrow night, we'll be sleepin' in the beds that we're meant to. Not the cold, lonely virginal ones that we have now." She glanced up when the bell above the door tinkled. "Gotta go, hon. I'll be by after work."
"Bye." Delila hung up the phone, still watching her brother. She sighed again.
She and Christy were in love with the two men currently playing basketball. They first spoke about it when they were eighteen. It was confessions in the dark. Delila talked about Derrick, how she began to feel tingly when he kissed her on the head or cheek, or when he gave her a hug. Christy mentioned looking forward to wrestling matches with Connor, just to feel his warm body next to hers. Over the past three years, they agreed that their feelings have grown, that they wanted more. So they hatched a plan.
Their clothing at home became skimpy. The clothing of choice became barely-there bikinis to the pool, tight shirts with no bra, and booty shorts. The night attire existed of tank tops and boy shorts. Or their brother's stolen shirts. They would cuddle during a movie, pulling an arm over their shoulders, to leave a hand dangling very close to a breast. They would ask for back rubs and make little mews of pleasure. Lollipops and ice cream cones became staples in both households.
So far neither brother took a bite. Not even a nibble. Lately both girls have been very brazen. Christy would leave her bedroom and bathroom doors open, no matter what she was doing. Delila would walk around in just a towel. Both would sunbathe nude at Delila's house. After six months, they both were to their wits end.
Their boss, Chelsea Roane, had finally given them a way. Since they began working for her, she would continually invite them over for parties she and her brothers gave. Unfortunately, Derrick and Connor worked with her older brother, Dean, and had been to several of their parties. Intense was the word Chelsea used. Remnants of Caligula is what Derrick mentioned. Of course, this intrigued Christy and Delila. They decided to attend the Halloween Bash this year. Connor and Derrick tried to pull the big brother card and said they couldn't go. The hellish reign of little sisters descended upon them until they relented.
Delila lay back on her bed. She could hear the basketball thumping on the pavement outside. She knew she should go take a shower to wash off the tanning oil, but really didn't feel like moving. Getting a wicked idea, she smiled and headed for her brother's room.
*****
Derrick waved to Connor as he entered his house. He made his way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. He glanced out the bay window into the back yard. Delila wasn't at the pool any more. Shaking his head at the disturbing thoughts, he headed toward his bedroom. Entering his room, he sat on his bed to pull off his socks and shoes. Standing, he stretched the kinks out of his back. God, he was tired. He and Connor had the same rotation at work; three twelve-hour days, two off, then on to nights. They were coming off their three nights.
Glancing out of the sliding glass door on the way to his room, he briefly thought about going out to the hot tub, but he was ready to get into bed. He pushed his shorts off and made his way to his shower. He opened the shower door and was adjusting the temperature when he heard a noise. He stilled, slowly turning his head toward the garden tub in the corner.
Delila had her arms propped up on the side, watching him. He faced her, crossing his arms over his chest. His big, bad cop pose, she called it. He frowned. "What the hell do you think you're doin', little girl?"
Her eyebrow rose. "Little girl?" She slowly stood up and walked towards him.
Inwardly, he groaned. He couldn't help but look at his little sister. Her long brown hair was piled on top of her head, with a few tendrils hanging down. Beads of water ran down her body. He followed their path from her shoulders, down to her breasts. He bit the inside of his cheek as he watched one droplet catch on her tight nipple. He resumed watching the travel of the water along the length of her torso to her mound. He could see her puffy pussy lips. He locked his muscles to keep from reaching out for her as she drew near. She stopped in front of him, a sensual smile on her face. Her skin was tanned to a golden hue, with barely a tan line to see. Her pert breasts were topped with café au lait nipples, which were pebbled from the cool air.
"Like what you see, big brother?" Her voice was husky.
"Why are you in here, Lila?"
"Taking a bath."
"You have a bathroom of your own."
"I know. But I don't have pulsing jest that feel very good on certain body parts. Besides I would have missed out on your little show."
He ran his hands over his face. "Lila. I'm dog-tired right now and not in the mood for any games. What the fuck do you want?"
He saw the hurt flash in her eyes before her chin came up. His stomach cramped at the thought of hurting her feelings, but he was too tired and horny to spare her.
"Fuck you, Derrick," she said as she stormed past him.
"Displays like this and you wonder why I still treat you like a kid!" he called after her. His bedroom door slammed. God, he wished his parents were still around at times like this. Well, maybe not exactly at this time. Hell, Connor's parents were alive and Christy drove him crazy.
Getting into the shower, he let the water pound down around his head. Little shows like she put on today were getting frequent. He always knew Delilah was pretty, in a baby sister sort of way. But the past couple of years, he noticed that she had turned into a woman. Very revealing clothing, partnered with seeming innocent touches, had led to extremely erotic dreams. It has gotten to the point where he jacked off several times during the day.
He closed his eyes, trying to remember the last time he'd gotten laid. Shit, Fourth of July weekend at Dean's. Nearly four months ago. Fuck. No wonder he was seeing Delila in various positions under, and over, him. If he was honest with himself, he'd been thinking impure thoughts about his sister for a while.
He got hooked on Christmas. She plopped her tight ass right onto his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck and laid a lingering chaste kiss on his lips. Her eyes were staring into his the whole time. An untamable fire burned in them. He knew exactly what he saw there; he just didn't want to admit it. For the past ten months, any time he hooked up with a woman, she bore a striking resemblance to Delila.
Sighing, he began to lather up. Another part of his anatomy was also up; still up. Turning his back to the spray, he took himself in hand. He groaned as he gradually began to stroke up, then down, on his erection. He closed his eyes. Of course his unruly mind pictured Delila on her knees before him, caressing his cock.
She gazed at him with her dark blue eyes. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she stuck out her tongue and softly licked the tip. He groaned, propping himself up on the opposite wall. He couldn't look away from her ministrations. She maintained a firm grip on his dick, squeezing with every up stroke. Her tongue twirled around the head before it entered her mouth. He locked his knees to keep them from buckling. Her mouth and hand began to work in tandem. Deeper he went into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. She backed his length out of her mouth then inserted it again. This time she swallowed the head of his cock.
"Fuck," he muttered. She continued to deep throat him. "Lila," he warned. She grabbed his hips and buried her nose in his pubic hair. With a roar, he unloaded his cum down her throat.
Delila bit her lip to keep from moaning as she watched rope after rope of semen erupting from Derrick's cock. Her fingers pinched her clit harder as her orgasm crashed over her. She leaned heavily against the wall, her legs unable to hold her. When the shower turned off, she shakily made her way to the door. A satisfied smile curled her lips. Over the pounding of the water, she heard him call her name.
*****
Christy watched as Connor's back rose and fell rhythmically with sleep. She stepped closer and smiled when she noticed that he dropped face down on to his king size bed, buck naked. Her eyes raked over the tanned flesh. He stood nearly a foot taller than her own, 5'5", with dark blond hair and blue eyes. He was built like a swimmer, sleek and toned. He worked out as regularly as he could with his schedule. His ass was heart-shaped. He flexed it in his sleep. She stifled a giggle. She could tell where his bathing suit usually was, but it wasn't that much lighter than the rest of him. This told her he was outside nude on a semi-regular basis. She shivered, her girly bits becoming wet and tingly.
She climbed up on the bed next to him. With light, feathery strokes, she caressed his face, down to his full lips. Unconsciously she licked her own. She stroked down his back to the crack of his ass then back up again. He shifted slightly. She did it again. He opened his eye to look at her. She lightly raked her nails across his back. He closed his eye and shuddered.
"Christy," he said warningly.
"Connor," she answered.
"Quit it."
"Make me." Quick as a snake, he reached out and dragged her upper body under his. Her breasts were pressed against his chest. Her arms were pinned next to her head. She tried to extract herself from his grip. He just smirked down at her at her failed attempts. "Connor," she whined.
"Christy."
