Just the Six of Us, Part 2
Chapter 7
Sarah
Sunday night...
Waking from her nap later that afternoon, Sarah heard loud moans and cries of pleasure coming from somewhere else in the house. She paid no mind. Her being woken up by those very noises had become routine.
Rousing herself from bed, she took a minute to go to the bathroom and straighten herself up before wandering out of her room. The noises from upstairs grew louder as she stepped out.
She sighed, rolling her eyes as Matt looked over at her from where he was seated in a recliner. She went and sat on the couch, smiling at him as he glanced over, then settled in to watch football with the noise of her two sisters fucking each other upstairs like a strange soundtrack playing in the background.
As she tried to focus on the noise of the TV, she found that she couldn't help but feel the urge to go join the two, even though she and Matt had been intimate that very day. She sighed deeply, wishing that Mike hadn't had to leave. She could just send the two back over to the apartment and let all four of her siblings get lost in a big pile while she got on with her life.
The moment she thought of Mike and her other sisters in a tangled mess of flesh together, she immediately recalled the times that she herself had been part of that group. Her brother was still the best sex she'd ever had, though she'd never tell Matt that, of course. The thought alone made her feel like a terrible girlfriend, but it wasn't a lie.
Mike was good in bed.
She couldn't help smiling when she thought back to the first time they'd fooled around, after she'd caught him spying on his other three sisters and she'd ended up sucking his dick.
"What are you grinnin' about?" Matt asked.
She jerked slightly, startled out of her reverie as she glanced over at him.
"Huh? Oh... nothing really," she stammered.
"Mmmhmm," he commented flatly. "I've got that job in Burgundy all next week, don't forget."
She frowned. "Crap, that's right," she sighed. "Do you really have to go?"
He chuckled and looked over at her. "You gonna miss me that much?"
She didn't answer, smirking silently at him.
"Oh... I see, someone is afraid of the Beth monster."
"I'm just saying that I'm not going to get anything done this week if it's just me and her here."
Matt laughed at the comment. "Just tell Emma that she has to stay here. She takes some of the pressure off, right?"
"When they don't conspire together and pull me into their nonsense, yeah," she said.
"Yeah, you sound like you got it bad. Having constant orgasms is just the worst." He gave her a healthy swat on the ass before heading to the bedroom they shared. She stood and followed, seeing him heading over to the dresser and starting to pull clothes out for his trip.
"You're back when?" she asked, leaning against the door frame.
He stood back up straight and looked as if he were having to calculate something. "I'm hoping to be done by Wednesday, but it could be Thursday or even Friday before I get things back on track."
"Boo," she said, scowling. "Let me know if you need anything washed."
"Other than my dick?" he joked.
"You had that washed today already," she shot back, turning to head back out of the room.
"Shit, once is never enough," he replied.
Maybe it was the sounds of moans wafting through the house, or maybe it was the recent thoughts of her brother's delicious cock still present in her horny little brain, but she stopped from her journey to go resume her chores and turned, sizing her boyfriend up for a moment.
"Is that right?" she asked.
"Definitely," he muttered, glancing over as he paused from rummaging through one of his drawers.
"Well then," she stated, stalking over to him and slowly falling to her knees. "I guess that means I've got something to take care of."
"If you insist," he said, grinning as she unzipped his fly and pulled his swiftly swelling cock out.
A brief kiss on the head was quickly followed by her lips sliding over the crown and down the shaft, a low moan of happiness escaping from his lips as she took him deep. Her tongue caressed the head for a moment, then slid down underneath, undulating against the underside as his cock swelled to full size.
"Fuck," he groaned, his fingers sliding down into her hair and pulling her mouth down his shaft even more.
She felt a surge of arousal at his taking control, thinking that she might even spread her legs for him to get some relief of her own.
He thrust again, even going so far as to push her head back against the dresser. She giggled internally, feeling his cock sliding in and out of her lips and taking it effortlessly. Something occurred to her then and caused her arousal to swell even further.
Mike's cock would have been gagging the fuck out of her had he been the one face-fucking her like Matt was.
Her hand slid down into her panties, her fingers plunging home as Matt grunted in pleasure, knocking her head back against the wooden drawer behind her again and again. She felt a bit of shame at the intrusive thoughts of her brother's cock sliding between her lips again, filling her mouth with his succulence.
"Fgghg," she moaned, feel her orgasm swelling and getting closer.
"Fuck... that's it," Matt grunted, thrusting hard and forcing her head back hard, a loud thunk sounding as it impacted the drawer a final time. He groaned weakly as several spurts filled her mouth, disappearing down her throat as she tried futilely to bring herself off. He stagged back after a few more seconds, releasing his hold on her and collapsing back onto the bed.
She smiled, dismissing the thoughts of Mike being the one shoving his cock into her mouth and forced the image of Matt back into his place. Feeling like a terrible girlfriend, she scooted over to the bed and slurped the diminishing organ back into her mouth for a moment, swallowing what she could.
He gently urged her off though, being too sensitive for her affection.
"Mike wouldn't have pushed me away,"
she mused silently, then stood to go and clean herself up.
"Mmm, thanks babe," he called out.
"Welcome," she called back, grinning mischievously at the girl in the mirror.
***
Matt had finished packing the night before while Sarah fixed dinner. The next day, he left after giving her a kiss on the cheek and was followed shortly after by Emma as she left for the office.
She smiled at Beth as she emerged wearing a skimpy wife-beater and no panties and proceeded to make a couple of smoothies for the two of them as Sarah folded a load of clothes on the kitchen table.
"Been having fun?" she asked idly, glancing over at her sister as she cut up different fruits.
"Fucking Emma?" Beth glanced over momentarily. "Of course. You should have joined us more than you did."
Sarah smirked but couldn't really deny the desire to just spend the entire weekend in bed with her sisters, despite knowing full well that there was stuff that had to get done that no one else was going to do.
"Yeah, maybe," she said noncommittally.
"Honestly, I just wish Mike was back here fucking all of us senseless, you know?"
Sarah closed her eyes, dropping her hands back down to the pile of clothes once again. The image of Mike's muscular body from the pool party the other day combined with her old memories of his delightfully hard cock hammering into her poor battered pussy filled her head and she moaned despite her attempts to control herself.
She opened her eyes wide but immediately saw that Beth was looking over at her in amusement.
"I can still vividly remember the first time he slid that big cock of his into my pussy, can't you?" she continued, turning and fixing her with a predatory stare.
"Beth..." Sarah groaned, shaking her head and backing away.
"All hard and angry, looking like he could hurt you with it if he wanted..."
She continued backing up, running into the open door of the laundry room and having nowhere else to go as Beth stalked forward.
"Slamming down into you again and again..."
Stalking forward, Beth reached her, staring hungrily for a moment before she forced Sarah around with one hand and unceremoniously ripped her panties down as she dropped to her knees behind her.
"Bethy..." Sarah whined, but moved her hips back automatically, her body aching for her touch.
Hands pried her cheeks apart, and a warm tongue slid across her asshole, her legs quivering in response as she reached back to try and caress Beth's blonde hair. A hand slapped hers away and she whimpered, feeling the fingers of the other dive into her pussy as the tongue continued probing.
Sarah slid down the door slowly, keeping her ass where Beth could get to it, all the way down until she had her cheek pressed down to the floor with her back arched hard and her hips poking upward.
Beth's tongue was electric on her ass and pussy, plunging deep into one, then the other as her fingers drove deep again and again. She cried out in surprise a moment later as Beth brought a hand down hard on one cheek with a loud *thwack*.
"Naughty, naughty, big sister," she accused.
Sarah groaned weakly, her body more than willing to succumb to whatever devious little desire Beth had. Whatever her little sister wanted to do to her, Sarah knew she would've done it in that moment.
"Fuck, so naughty," she agreed, causing Beth to giggle happily and resume slurping messily at her ass and pussy.
She whined in protest a few moments later when the tongue slid back out of her ass, Beth's fingers being the only thing driving pleasure from the probing of her pussy.
"Dirty little bitch," Beth spat. "You're my filthy little slut, aren't you. You can't stop thinking about fucking your brother, filthy little slut."
Another spanking followed, then another and another before Sarah cried out, "Fuck, yes!"
"Are you my filthy little slut?" Beth asked, spanking her again.
Sarah whimpered pathetically, reaching back to grab Beth's hair in an effort to get her mouth back to work, but she knew before she even tried that her sister was in control and felt her hand get slapped away.
"Bitch girl," Beth said, spanking her again. "Answer me or I'll stop right now."
