(If you haven't already, please read
Matt and Lisa at School -- Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3
. This will make much more sense if you do. There is also more detailed family background in
A Family New Year's Eve.
)
*
The slow cab ride back from the pool hall to the apartment was almost painful for the three roommates crowded together in the back seat. They couldn't keep their hands or their lips off of each other, much to the chagrin of the tough-looking, middle-aged African-American woman driving the cab. When they were stopped at a red light, Margie peeled Lisa's dress down, exposing her pert 34B breast and her swollen pink nipple. The lighter, triangular area defined the shape of her bikini top and highlighted the dusky pink bud in the center.
The driver, after seeing Lisa exposed in her rear-view mirror, turned around with a frown. "What you doin' back there? Sure...you cute, honey." she smiled at Lisa, "but why in my cab, darlin'? Can't you all wait but a few minutes?"
Matt couldn't help himself. He turned his sister towards him and dropped his mouth on to her breast, sucking the rubbery tip between his lips. The driver gasped at the brazen action of the young white boy. But before she could say anything, the light changed and she started to drive. Margie leaned over the front seat and tapped the driver on the shoulder. "Don't worry about them, Ma'am," she said with a soft chuckle. "He's her brother...he'll watch out for her."
"Lord preserve us all," the driver said as she looked heavenward. "I've seen a lot of things in my cab, honey," she'd caught Margie's eye and then looked in her mirror again. Matt was licking his older sister's breast, rubbing her nipple between his fingers. "Those two pretty hot, hmm? Really brother and sister?" Margie nodded as she watched her
Master
and her lover getting more and more excited as they got closer to home "Mmmm, mmmm! Well if you say so, darlin'. I guess they come from a close-knit family, huh?"
The cab pulled up in front of their apartment as Margie covered Lisa's breast with her dress and Matt pulled a bill out of his wallet to cover their ride and a very generous tip. "You wouldn't believe how close-knit our family is, Ma'am," Matt handed the bill to the driver. "Thank you, Ma'am...I don't need any change back, no." He started to climb out the door after Margie and his sister. The driver grabbed his hand as it lay across the top of the front seat.
"Well, your parents raised you to be polite, young man...I know you can't be all bad." She smiled at him. "You take care of her now." Matt shut the door and she drove off down the street.
Lisa and Margie wrapped their arms around Matt's waist as the trio strolled into their building. Once in the apartment, Matt took the two baggies of his new sales supply and put it safely away in his room, knowing he would call Winston the next day and they would strategize a new distribution scheme along with Maurice's help. The third bag, the one Margie had wagered for, sat on Matt's desk as he changed out of his suit into an old, comfortable pair of cut-off sweat pants. He set the music menu on his computer and when he was ready, he sat down at his desk, opened the bag and rolled a thin joint. As he lit the end, he punched a number on his cell phone. He took a hit as he heard a distinctive ring from upstairs.
Margie knew the ring as soon as she heard it. "Yes,
Master
?" she answered. "How may I serve you?" Her voice was whispery soft, the lilting Chinese accent sounded so hot.
Matt exhaled slowly, surprised by the sweet, heavy taste of the potent smoke. It had been a long time since he had smoked anything of this quality and the effects were both extreme and instantaneous. "Come down here...bring a pitcher of ice water and glasses. I need to thank you." Matt closed his phone and took another hit of the joint before he carefully snuffed it out in an ashtray. "Lisa? You in your room, baby?" He didn't have to raise his voice as his older sister's bedroom was right next to his; the doors from each of their rooms to the shared bathroom were open and he could hear her moving around.
He looked up when his sister entered his room and just like on that magical New Year's night, she simply took his breath away. The soft lights played off her tanned flesh, still slick with the sheen of sweat and good sex. He loved the way that her nipples were highlighted by the pale triangles on her rounded breasts left from her tanning bikini. He needed that ice water -- his mouth was parched and he was unconsciously licking his lips as his eyes moved over her exposed flesh. His breathing grew shallow as his eyes locked on to the third pale triangle caused by her tiny suit. Still plump and swollen from her earlier activities, Matt thought his sister's cunt was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
As Lisa crossed to her brother, an equally naked Margie followed her into Matt's room carrying the water pitcher from the refrigerator and three glasses. Setting the glasses down on the dresser, the beautiful Asian coed tilted her head causing her long black hair to fall over her perfect tits and highlight her stiff nipples. She filled the glasses with the most graceful movement of hand and arm and then set the pitcher down.
Again, Matt felt in awe of the gift that
Yuan Mai Ling
had given him -- all of her self... her love completely...to be
his
. She took a glass in each hand and gave one to the brother and one to the sister. Handing them over, she kissed each of them lightly on the lips, whispering her love to both of them.
Matt took a much-needed drink of water and then sat down in the swivel chair in front of his computer. He lit the joint in the ashtray and took another hit before passing it on to Margie. After she took the joint from his hand and took a small hit, Matt pressed his lips to his sister's and slowly exhaled the powerful smoke into her mouth. He motioned to both girls to hold the smoke deep as long as they could. And as the smoke started to escape their lips, all three were smiling at each other, the girls standing together in front of the luckiest freshman on campus.
He looked at Margie and once again marveled at how much she looked like a Chinese version of his older sister. Their physical measurements were almost identical -- both of them were perfect in every way. "You were very smart tonight, Mai Ling." A deep blush only made her neck and cheeks more beautiful. "I was so proud of you...using what I have tried to teach you."
Margie was so excited by her
Master's
unexpected words of praise. The rush she felt was as dizzying as the potent dope she was smoking.
It made her sooo wet!
He took the joint out of her fingers and pulled the outrageously cute coed down on his knee. Inhaling the last of the thick, sweet smoke, Matt kissed his sister and gave her the smoke as he exhaled. Then he turned to Margie. "I told you I needed to thank you. Know why?"
Margie grinned back. "I think we are smoking the reason, Matt." She moved her head slowly to the left and then the right. Her hair was like a black shimmering waterfall rushing down over her breasts, separating around her hardened nipples.
It was difficult to draw his eyes away but he did. "That's certainly part of it, baby... knowing that a dealer would keep his best stuff for himself...but there was more."
Margie tried to ask but nothing came out of her mouth. Lisa had sunk to the floor between her girlfriend's legs and her tongue was buried between Margie's swollen labia. Matt gently pulled his sister back, eliciting a groan from both girls. "Tell her, Lisa...why are we so proud of our China Doll?" He bent forward and took her fat nipple in his mouth. Covering his teeth with his lips, he started chewing on the rubbery tip. Margie was going crazy as Lisa substituted two fingers for her tongue inside Margie's cunt.
Lisa straightened enough to bring her face even with Margie's. They both leaned into the kiss at the same time...all three seemed to be operating on the same wavelength. All of the lust and passion that she was feeling came out in Lisa's deep, throaty voice. "Two reasons, baby..." she looked directly into the black pools of Margie's almond-shaped eyes, "first, you chose to listen to Matt and me about black men, ignoring the old stories."
Another deep flush colored Margie's golden skin as she thought again about what had happened earlier that night. "Oh my God!" Margie cried, her voice pitching higher. "I'm so glad that I did...I mean...Oh my..." She looked at Matt, scared for a moment that he would be unhappy with her, but he was smiling and enjoying her reaction.
"We knew you would be, baby..." Lisa continued, "but the second reason is really the one Matt was talking about." Matt sat back and looked at his sister and then nodded his head for her to continue. "Margie, think about it, baby. How did my brother describe us -- you and me -- in his words and his actions tonight?" Margie looked at Lisa and then turned to Matt. She thought for a minute and then turned back to Lisa. "Whores." She started to smile as she started to understand. "We were his whores. He used us to
seal the deal
. We were his possessions." She slid a finger through her wet slit.
Lisa smiled back at her Asian lover. "You are absolutely right, my love." Margie's skin flashed with Lisa's words; her nipples grew even longer and her cunt grew wetter. "We were the lowest of the low." Margie nodded at Lisa again. "Tell me, baby...tell us both..." Lisa's voice dropped again, "was there ever a minute...outside of having huge orgasms...that you did not feel like you were in complete control?"
Margie's eyes opened as far as they could as she gasped, drawing in air. "Oh, I know!" She started to bounce her taut ass on Matt's thigh. "God, Lis'," she shrieked, "that's what made the sex so good! They thought it was all about them..." her whole face began to smile, "but the whole time...it was all about us...it was so cool!" The two girls met in a torrid kiss.
Matt took the opportunity to stick several fingers into each of their pussies and gently circle their clits with his thumbs. "That's right, babe. It's a couple of things all mixed together." Both girls were moaning into each others' mouth as Matt fingered both of them deeper and deeper. "There's attitude in there along with some incredibly cute pussy power." He smiled when he heard one of them giggling softly. "But mostly," he said with a sudden seriousness, "it's recognizing and understanding who has the real power in a dominant / submissive relationship."
Lisa pulled back and looked at her brother, lust pouring out of her dark brown eyes. Then she looked at Margie. "It was like...you just knew...that was pretty cool, baby. You haven't been at this stuff too long." Both girls reacted to Matt's thumbs as they circled ever closer to their engorged clits. It was hard for Lisa to speak, but she continued. "But when you used it...when
the whore
reeled in the mark and set the terms for the bet... sticking it to the big man... baby that was unbelievable." Lisa and Margie met again -- lip to lip and tongue to tongue -- as Matt brought them to climax with his fingers.
He watched his two lovers kiss for a moment and then drew them apart. "Lisa," he said, "go call Mom and Dad. If they're up, tell them to turn their webcam on and IM me." He watched her walk away, swiveling her gorgeous ass before she turned into her room.
Smiling up at the beauty perched on his thigh, he asked Margie how he could thank her properly. "Your wish is my command, my darling," he said. Her almond-shaped eyes opened wide as she considered the possibilities.
Margie looked around his room as she thought through her choices. Lisa came back in with a smile on her face. "They were in bed, Matty. Mom's gonna IM you in a minute." She noticed the strange look on Margie's face. "What did I miss? What did you say to her, Matt?"
Matt brought his laptop to life as he answered his sister. "I asked how she would like to be thanked her for her fine work earlier this evening." He kissed Lisa the way brothers are never supposed to kiss their sisters. "I said her wish was my command."
Lisa gasped when she heard her brother. She looked at Margie who nodded in response to her silent question. Before she could say anything, the computer signaled an incoming message. Margie stood up next to Lisa as Matt swiveled around towards his desk and clicked on the video chat window.
"What a lovely surprise, darlings!" Laurie's voice came from the computer speakers. The window on the monitor showed a close-up of her beautiful face.
Lisa pushed over Matt's shoulder. "You cut your hair again, Mom...it's so cute...God, it's so short."
Their mother laughed at her daughter's comments. "Funny as it seems, the shorter I cut my hair..." she paused for a moment. "Hey guys, who all is there?"
Matt clicked on the 'zoom out' button until he could see himself and the girls over his shoulders in the little monitor window. "Just us chickens, Mom," he said. "Lisa's right... your haircut is really hot."
