Let Me Cum with You

It was a little while ago, and my buddies and I decided to go to Atlantic City for a little holiday. Johnny had just gotten a new promotion and was now an rising executive at his company, Paul got tenured at his university and was now a full professor, and Ricky's band just signed a record contract after trying for 10 years of playing parties, local bars, open mic's and smaller indoor civic centres as opening acts. And me, well my small little paving company just acquired the contract to re-pave all of the CVS's in three states: mine, and the two bordering states. We had all gone to high school together and Johnny, Paul and I went to the same college, whilst Ricky was trying to become "the next big thing". But we all stayed in contact even after college.

Since we were all lived in the same area, we decided to make arrangements about a month ago for a 2-week holiday starting next week, as none of us had had one in a long time. I was living in my step-mum and dad's basement apartment, because housing prices were so high and I couldn't afford first month, last month, and a deposit on an apartment of my own. Plus, I didn't have a 20% cash deposit on a house, even a small one to move out. Of course, I was paying my own way (1/4 of the mortgage and

1

/

3

of the utilities).

Besides my dad and step-mum, I also had a 22 year-old step-sister, Christina or Crissy, that had just graduated from college with a B.A. In English with a psychology minor. I hadn't seen her in a long time, because not only was she away at school all term long, but over x-mas and summer holidays, she spent abroad studying in England, getting "cultiure-ised". She came home after graduation and had yet to find a job in her field (whatever you do with an English degree...) and so was just hanging around watching Tik-tok shorts, on her phone, or checking for jobs on my parent's laptop. I guess she was used to not wearing much in her dorm or English flat, because all she seemed to wear around the house were lace panties and tight, bare-midrift tee shirts. If the air conditioner was turned up (as she usually did) you could see her nipples poking through her shirt.

It was distracting whenever I came upstairs to do laundry, take a shower, or go out to run errands to see her practically naked bopping around the house. We had been together for all of the years my parents had been married and I watched her grow up. Her eyes were now always sparkly and she skipped around the house to the latest music on her phone as she made breakfast or lunch, bent over to do her laundry, or sat at the table to eat with one heel pressed into the seat of the chair. I guess she felt I was "safe" but believe me, there were reactions going on whenever I saw her.

The guys and I weren't keeping our plans a secret, but all of us being adults with careers and lives of our own, it was no body's business but our own. We would text each other about when we were actually going, who would drive where and when, and what to bring with us (besides condoms, of course).

It was after work and I dressed only in a pair of comfy shorts and a tee-shirt watching some Netflix movie that didn't really keep my interest, but it was background noise as I was making my dinner in my kitchen, when I heard the upstairs door-bell ring and I heard my sister's bare feet dancing over to open the front door.

"Oh hi, Paul," I heard her say in her typical sing-song way, "you ok? Haven't seen you in such a long time. C'mon in."

"Yeah, Crissy, you?" I heard Paul say as he entered the house, "I really like your outfit. I haven't seen you in a while, you look really cute!"

"Oh thanks, Paulie," and then nothing, "I always dress like this. It's comfy. How can I help you?"

"Um, is your brother here?" he asked her.

"Yeah, he's down in his 'cave'," she said, "you can go on down. GEORGIE, PAUL IS HERE!" she called to me.

The door opened and down the stairs came Paul, black floppy hair, yellow polo shirt and jeans with sock-less canvas shoes. Crissy followed him down the first couple of stairs and I saw she was still dressed only in a lacy bra with pink lace panties.

"Here he is", she told him, then went back upstairs. Funny, I didn't hear the basement door close...

"Hey mate," Paul said and we greeted each other with a hug only brothers could do. "getting ready? I know I am. Can't wait."

"Oh, yeah," I assured him. "This holiday is gonna be epic!"

"I know, mate," Paul agreed, "say mate, your step-sister is looking so fucking hot."

"Really?" I asked, "ya think so? I hadn't noticed."

"Haven't you been upstairs in a while?" he asked. "She was practically naked and kissed me when she saw me."

"She

kissed

you?" I asked, aghast. She had known Paul for such a long time, that I didn't know she thought of him in that way.

"Yeah," he said, "and I don't think that's all she wanted either, mate. She practically grabbed my package before I came down here. What did she learn at that college of hers?"

"I don't know," I said, "for all I know she fucked every professor, dean, and male student on her campus and god knows what happened in England... maybe she hung a shingle outside her flat there for advertising." We both laughed but I at least was thinking of something other than humour in that situation, and I got the impression that Paul was thinking along the same lines.

'So, we leaving a week Saturday morning, then?" he asked, "who has the best car... let's take that one and take turns driving."

"I think Ricky does," I put in, "he has that people-carrier with two rows of seats and the whole back for cases and storage."

"You're right on that score," he said, "you best ring him up and let him know. We'll all pitch in for petrol as well as driving duties."

"OK, I'll do that," I told him. "how long does it take to get to Atlantic City?" I posed the question.

"I think about 5 hours or so." he said, "I'm not really sure. I'm sure Ricky knows with all his travels."

"Yeah, mate, you're right there," I agreed. "Do we want to bring snacks or get stuff on the way."

"I don't care," Paul said, "I'm good with whatever the others decide."

"That's me as well," I said, "Well, I'll gonna let you get going, then, yeah?" As I saw him eyeing the stairway.

"All right mate," he said and we shook hands before he bounded up the stairs and I heard Crissy say:

"Ok, then Paul, you come over any time. Bye."

"CRISSY CAN YOU COME DOWN HERE?" I called. The door closed and I heard her skip across the room and bop down the stairs.

"What's up, Georgie," she asked innocently, but sat seductively with one foot on the basement floor the other on the first step ans open-legged on the second step. Her blonde hair in a fringe in front just touching her eyebrows and the rest cascading to her shoulders. Her panties were so sheer that I could see the outline of her pussy underneath the fabric.

"Paul said you kissed him as he came into the house, is that right?" I asked he, staring at her crotch.

"Oh, that was nothing," she said, " I hadn't seen him in a while, so I gave him a little peck on the cheek. Is that so bad?"

"Did you grab his package?" I asked aghast again, "he said that you did."

"It's not that big a deal, Georgie," she explained, "it's just something I do to all my male friends. It's kinda my trademark." And she giggled. "Oh, and by the way, I didn't fuck ALL my professors, just the un-married, cute ones." And she giggled again and bounded up the stairs.

I followed her up to the main first floor of the house. She had already taken up a position in the living room with her back against the pillows in the corner of the L-shaped couch and her legs splayed with her feet under her arse.

"Were you listening into our conversation?" I asked, trying hard to concentrate "I didn't think I heard the door to my flat close, by the way."

"Maybe I did hear

some

things," she admitted. "Let me come to Atlantic City with you guys, it'll be fun. I can be so much fun! I'm 22 now and know an awful lot about fun!" And she giggled seductively again.

"Did you hear that?" I asked, aghast again, "you want to come to A.C. with us guys? You would be so bored!!"

"No I wouldn't, come on," she pleaded. "I bet if you asked Paul, HE would say yes,"

"I'm sure, because you practically raped him in the foyer." I told her.

"No, I didn't," she said, "plus, he'd probably enjoy it, knowing him. And he might get that in Atlantic City any way. C'mon on, Georgie."

'There's no way I'm bringing my 'little sister' with us, the guys would never forgive me.' I told her, watching her as she put her left hand to her right breast over the bra's fabric and pinched the erect nipple beneath.

'Georgie," she sang-song, "please, please, please! We could have so much fun! I'll make it so much fun, c'mon on!"

"Crissy, there's no way," I tried half-heartedly to explain, "the guys would NEVER let me forget it. 'Ooh, there goes George, bringing his step-sister along with us to A.C',"

"I think you're right, Georgie," she said, pulling her lace panties to one side, "I don't think I'll let them forget

this

trip. Please, please, please!" and playing with her now-exposed clitoris with her right hand as her left hand was still manipulating her nipple underneath her bra.

"What are you doing?" I asked full-well knowing what she was trying to do. "This is a bad idea."

"Oh, now, Georgie," she said still playing with herself with her two hands, "this is such a good idea." and she moaned, "unnnhhh" inadvertently as she continued playing with herself. "We all can have such a good time in Atlantic City without ever leaving our rooms! Ooooh. Ahhhhhh!"

"Look, Crissy," I tried in vain to dissuade her, "we just want to have fun in Atlantic City, without any familial interference. Get it?" But I was running out of excuses as I watched her play with her pussy and breasts. Instinctively my own hand went to my crotch and started massaging my own burgeoning erection.

"C'mon Georgie," she said in the most seductive voice I ever heard. "let me see it... let me see your cock and I can show you how much fun we can have in Atlantic City, Take your shorts down, Georgie." I could hear her vagina getting wetter and wetter from her own clitoral manipulations.

"No, c'mon Crissy don't do this," I said, only 1/4 convinced myself and getting less and less as time went on.

Crissy left her self-pleasuring and moved over to me, and she leaned over and kissed me fully and deeply pulling me even closer as she held me tight around the neck as she kept the kiss up in a way I hadn't even contemplated from her before. I could see how she was so popular at college. She pulled my shorts down and began sucking my engorged organ as if her life depended on it. I reached over her arse and inserted my first two fingers into her vagina and moved them in and out rapidly.

"Do you like the way my pussy is so wet for you?" she asked, as I moved my fingers in and out faster. "feel how swollen my pussy is for you."

She looked me in the eyes as she sucked on me and kept going until she could feel me at the verge of exploding. Then she stopped, leaned back and removed her bra and panties. I could see her pussy glistening from the moisture produced from both mine and her own stimulation. She leaned back against the pillows again, spread her lips with her fingers. and I buried my face in her wide-open vagina.

"Oh FUCK!" she screamed. I was glad we were the only ones home at the time. I kept lapping at her clit and alternatively inserting my tongue into and out of her dripping pussy. "Oh, fuck, you can eat some pussy, Georgie! I'm gonna cum right now! All over your fuckin' face! FUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKK!"

"C'mon, Georgie fuck me like you will in Atlantic City," she told me. And I did. I pushed her back against the pillows and splayed her legs wide open, grabbing her by the feet as she took my erection in her hand and guided it to the spot we both needed it the most. She rubbed the tip of my cock back and forth across her clit and then with one thrust, I was fully inside of her as she moaned "OOOOOHHHH!! Fuck me, Georgie!"

"See how wet I am?" she said as I ploughed in and out of her, "just think how wet I will be when I take on Ricky, Johnny, and Paul along with you each and every fuckin' night."

I kept pounding and pounding and she kept moaning and moaning. I flipped her over on her hands and knees and entered her from behind.

"I can feel you pushing against my G-spot, FUUUCCKK," she blurted out. "Don't you dare stop." It was not a problem, I wasn't about to stop and I could feel the walls of her pussy grip me as she on the verge of orgasming. CUUUUUMMMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGG!!" She exclaimed as her orgasm hit her full-on.

"C'mon, Georgie, blow what you have inside of me," she said, and she squeezed so hard that I had no other option than to cum right along with her.

"ARRRRRGGGGHHHHH" I shouted as I exploded inside her dripping wet and co-orgasming pussy!

I collapsed onto her as she flopped onto the couch, both of us exhausted for the moment.

"See, I told you I'll be so much fun in Atlantic City," she said, leaning back and again putting her fingers to her pussy. "Should we move this downstairs, in case out parents come home? I want to cum again, Georgie."