As the sextet sat down for supper that evening, the atmosphere in the room could be cut with a scalpel. Leaning over his food, Matthew could feel several pairs of eyes boring into him like lasers. Glancing up, others at the table tried to avoid his gaze completely. In the space of two days, his arrival had turned the family of nubile women and their libidinous mother into a lustful harem. No one, not even young Amy, wistfully counting down the hours to her eighteenth birthday, had been unaffected by her brother's presence.
For Matthew it was a dream-come-true after twenty years on a tight leash, made better by the fact that they thrived upon it as much as he did, if not more. And the more time that elapsed, the more wanton became their desires seemed to become, their limits and his pushed further and further. What had happened that afternoon in Jo's bedroom would surely remain with him to the grave.
The meal gobbled down to save further disquiet, Matthew excused himself from the table, hurrying into the welcome air of the garden. Yet before he'd even stepped off the patio Meg, Beth and Amy surrounded like a pack of paparazzi to a Hollywood star. "Is it true, Matthew?" queried Meg, the eldest sister.
"It can't be," added Beth breathlessly, her frizzy brown hair dancing in the breeze.
Matthew raised his hands in protest, as much in embarrassment as anything.
"What?" appealed Amy, having heard the rumour but kept frustratingly in the dark by the others who deemed her the baby.
"Amy, butt out," warned Meg, exercising her seniority. "This isn't for little girls' ears."
"I'm not a little girl," Amy appealed.
Yet the bookish glasses, blonde ringlets and slight body did little to dispel the myth. "Yes you are," replied Beth.
"No I'm not. Oh I hate you," Amy cried, rectangular glasses steaming up, light curls animated.
Despite her youth, Matthew couldn't help but think how sexy she looked when pouting and angry.
"Amy, I won't tell you again," Meg warned, wagging her finger and losing patience both with Amy's persistence and Matthew's stubbornness.
As they reached the end of the garden, with Amy still in tow, Meg snapped. "Amy, get back to the house now or I swear all your birthday presents are going on eBay."
Amy stomped her foot and created but, with the threat carrying so much gravity, grudgingly she did as she was told. "Tomorrow," she stated with authority.
"Tomorrow," Matthew concurred in a whisper, adding a consolatory smile.
Amy smiled back, her ocean blue eyes radiant, her adolescent body oozing frustration.
Climbing over the wall, Matthew tried in vain to shake off his two fervent pursuers. "So, is it true?" pleaded Beth. "God, I wish I hadn't gone to Alice's."
"And I wish I hadn't stayed late at work," complained Meg.
Matthew smiled. The girls, it seemed, were more jealous than upset. Well, he had tried his hardest to treat them all equally since his arrival, so there really could be no complaints. Hopping across the log, he teased: "If you want to know any more you're going to have to catch me first."
With that he tore off into the woods, the two sisters in hot pursuit. The chase took them down a labyrinth of forest paths and the familiar hidden dirt track to the lido where the previous day the adventure had begun. This was where Matthew and Beth had first become acquainted whilst spying on the courting couple. A lot of water under the bridge since then, it was impossible to predict what might happen next.
Drained from an afternoon of incredible and mind blowing sex, Matthew pulled up at the water's edge, offering no further resistance. "You two never give up," he observed through staccato breaths, crouching to remove his socks and trainers and sitting to dangle his lower legs and aching feet in the soothing water.
The girls took up a position either side, copying their brother, feet dangling. Matthew looked out across the surface of the pool like a giant silver platter, mind busily replaying the afternoon's events. Just thinking about it again made him hard, the power of male erectile regeneration a most wonderful thing. All three gazed down in unison at the bulge that threatened to erupt through the front of the khaki shorts, Beth licking her lips furtively. "Tell us Matthew," prompted Meg, her frustration reaching boiling point.
Matthew grinned inwardly, knowing just how to handle the situation to elicit the maximum tease effect. It was left to Beth to try to clinch the deal with the offer: "Please Matthew, tell us what happened and we'll do anything you say."
That and the big brown Bambi eyes and fluttered eyelashes Beth saved for occasions like this had the desired effect though still Matthew teased. "I thought you lot told each other everything," he observed.
"I think Jo was still a little dumbstruck," said Meg with a giggle. "What the blooming heck did you do to her, Matthew?"
Matthew laughed. Growing in confidence and other places, he stated: "You said you'd do anything I asked?"
He didn't need to say another word. Such a strong telepathic connection had already sprung up that words were very nearly rendered redundant. The mere inference was sufficient for Meg to reach aside to pop the shorts button from its hole and Beth to work the zip down. Between them their slender fingers prised the hardening cock from the fly of the boxers, the warm air brushing the throbbing red tip, causing Matthew to grimace. Meg was quick to pick up on the point. "Hmm, poor thing looks a little sore."
"Now I wonder why that is?" Beth mused with a devilish grin.
"The dirty boy's been using it too much," added Meg, reaching over to give it a squeeze on the tip that made Matthew yelp.
"Aww, did that hurt?" asked Beth, a version of good cop / bad cop routine arising in the two sisters. "What do think we should do to get Matthew to confess, Meg?"
"Hmm, I'm not sure, Beth."
Though Beth knew exactly what SHE wanted to do, breaking out into a fit of lustful giggles. "Well it does look like it could do with being soothed."
With that she dipped down, back arching and hand flicking a few strands of stray hair behind her ear. As Matthew leant back on his elbows, a pair of soft sweet lips descended to envelope the bloated purple mushroom head. Beth's lush sucking brought instant relief to the numb pain. Yet it was an all too short-lived sensation as she pulled clear to be replaced by Meg, the older sister intent on causing more suffering. Flick, flick, flick, her tongue tip ran severely across the eye, causing Matthew to suck in the air through gritted teeth. "Poor Matthew," cooed Beth, muting the hiss by leaning back to place her mouth to his.
The kiss was tender, loving and full of passion. Their tongues touched momentarily and it was like tasting the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden. Reaching beneath, Matthew undid the buttons of her blouse, pulling the two haves apart and off her arms to expose an ice white lacy bra that was in direct contrast to the brown flesh. How he wanted those pert little orbs in his hands and in his mouth. As she pulled away coquettishly, shaking her head, Matthew conceded: "Okay, okay, I'll tell you."
He was rewarded with Meg going back down on him. Only it was tender this time, the girl savouring his cock in her mouth, rolling it around inside the warm crevice. Repositioning, her face began to plunge up and down in a steady rhythm. Simultaneously he drew Beth back to him, forefinger and thumbing finding her nipples and rolling the erect teats between. The chafing material of the bra added an extra sensation that made the teats expand obscenely at his sure touch, eliciting a deep throaty growl in Beth.
"So there I was in bed with Jo after we'd just finished having...you know," began Matthew, finally breaking his silence.
That in itself was a revelation that caused both girls to gasp in surprise: Jo putting out to a guy? It was some special kind of guy that enjoyed that rarest of accolades. The thought caused Meg sprang up in surprise, causing Matthew's cock to twang back painfully against his belly. Reaching over he moved his hand to her hair and forced it back down on his cock. Meg whimpered at the newfound show of forcefulness as Matthew grew ever bolder and uninhibited. "Oh Matthew, hmmph" she mumbled as his cock slid into her throat and he started to push, stretching her lips.
"Next moment," Matthew continued as he idly fondled Beth's tits and fucked Meg's face, "there were footsteps on the stairs and before we knew it mum was standing in the doorway looking at us in bed together."
"Oh my God!" exhaled Beth.
A muted gurgle came from Meg as she deepthroated her brother's rampant cock.
"What happened next?" implored Beth, pushing her breasts into his hands, willing him to paw and pinch her.
"She looked as mad as hell, but didn't shout or anything, just said how disappointed she was. I didn't know what to say but then Jo claimed it was all her fault and how sorry she was. Mum shook her head said how ashamed of ourselves we should be, more so since we hadn't used any kind of protection."
"You came inside Jo?"
"Yeah," Matthew confirmed, feeling Meg's mouth suction harder and rising to meet it with a thrust.
"Then what happened?" implored Beth, allowing him to uncouple her bra.
Matthew took a moment to allow the b-cup beauties, the nipples a deep chocolate hue. Reaching close he pawed them as Beth purred contentedly. "Mum really strung it out and said that if it WAS Jo's fault she'd have to be punished."
