Chapter 2: The Fun Continues
How It All Started...
I'd only been meant to stay with Mum and her new family for a couple of days so that I could be at her party with her. After all, it was over five years since I'd been at the house – well, mansion really – that she now shared with Jack, her husband of five years or so, and Mark, Emma and Lucy, his children from a previous marriage.
To be honest, until now I hadn't even wanted to return. During the first year after Mum had married Jack, my life had been made a misery by Emma and Lucy. So much so, that I couldn't wait to get away. I'd gone to University when I was eighteen, and had never returned. At first, I'd made excuses, but after a while I hadn't even bothered to do that.
I saw Mum quite a lot, and Jack a few times a year. To be fair, Jack was always good to me, and actually felt a bit guilty about how Emma and Lucy had treated me. Both Mum and Jack had told me that the girls had changed, and as Mark was okay, I'd agreed to go to Mum's party, if only for her.
Mum had changed as well. After Dad had died, both Mum and I had had a pretty rough time. But then Mum had met Jack, and slowly but surely everything had come right for her. Jack was a very successful business man, and they lived in a huge house, complete with swimming pool and all the works, a couple of miles outside of the town where I'd been brought up. The fact that Mum was enjoying life so much was reflected in how she looked – fantastic!
It was only after I arrived that I actually saw with my own eyes that it was true – Emma and Lucy had changed. They had both grown up – and they both looked stunning. At nineteen, almost twenty, Emma was the elder of the two, Lucy a year younger. They had both changed from the dumpy spoilt teenagers I remembered, into beautiful young women.
Lucy was tall, perhaps only a few inches shorter than me, and slender. When I first saw her after all those years, she was wearing a denim mini skirt. Her pale blonde hair hung loosely onto her shoulders, framing her face. Her skin was tanned, and seemed to glow. Beneath her tight v-necked tee shirt, I could clearly see the shape of her pert, slightly upturned breasts, and the hardness of her nipples. Her legs just seemed to go on forever.
Emma was only a few inches shorter than Lucy. Like Lucy, her skin glowed from her tan, but there the similarity ended. Emma's hair was black, and hung in a ponytail down her back. Her body was full of soft curves. Her breasts were large and firm, barely controlled by the bikini she was wearing under the vest top she had on that first time I saw her. When she had turned and walked away from me, I couldn't help but notice how good her ass looked in her tight shorts.
But the surprises hadn't stopped there. During the first afternoon of my visit, Mum and Jack had gone out, while Mark, who was a year or so younger than me, had disappeared somewhere in the huge house. I had gone out for a swim, and to relax by the pool, only to be joined soon after by Emma and Lucy. In their bikinis, they looked even more stunning – and they knew it, especially Emma. Before long, I had gone back indoors, desperate to hide the effect they were having on me.
But from my bedroom window, I spotted them playing around. I watched as Lucy pulled Emma's top off of her, and as her big breasts had bounced free, as Lucy had reached for her. Without thinking about it, I had dashed back downstairs, my cock huge in my swimming trunks, only to find them gone. But then I had heard their giggles coming from the Jacuzzi and shower area that was behind a glass and brick partition off to one side of the patio.
At first I was going to burst in on them, wanting to see them, but something had made me stop, and instead I had peered through one of the glass panels. I had watched as they had stripped the rest of each others bikinis off, my cock rock hard and in my hand by now as they stood together, kissing and caressing, their hot young bodies pressed close together.
My cock had grown even harder when Mark had joined them, naked, his cock erect. Emma had dropped quickly to her knees, sucking her brother's stiff cock while her sister pressed her naked body against him, their lips locked together. Minutes later, Emma was on all fours, leaning over the edge of the Jacuzzi, her perfectly rounded ass pointing at me, her wet pussy peeping out as Mark stepped up behind her and drove his cock into her.
As her brother fucked her, as her sister moved to stand in front of her, wanting her sisters tongue, her mouth, on her naked pussy, Emma had looked over her shoulder straight at me, knowing that I was watching them, knowing that I had seen everything. At that moment, my cum had erupted from my cock, splattering onto the glass in front of me.
I had fled then, not believing what I had seen, but wanting to believe it, wanting to be part of it. Later that night, Emma had come to my room, and we had made love, passionately, wantonly, frantically. Later, she had taken me back to the room she shared with Lucy, to join her brother and sister.
The next day was a blur. I had tried to be controlled, but in the end I couldn't resist anymore and had fucked Emma urgently in the big downstairs dining room, nearly getting caught by Mum. At the party that night, Lucy had come looking for me – and had found me, alone. Moments later we were naked together.
After the party, Emma came to my room. It wasn't long before my face was buried in her beautiful pussy, my tongue deep inside her, as she stood in front of me. I had heard someone join us, and had seen a woman's hands on Emma's breasts, her dress on the floor where she had stripped naked.
I had assumed that it was Lucy who was stood naked behind Emma, her body pressed against her sister, her hands caressing her breasts and playing with her sensitive nipples while I licked and sucked on her pussy. Until that is Emma had pulled my head away from her pussy as I knelt on the floor. Until I had looked up. Until Emma had twisted her head around for a slow, passionate, sensual kiss – with Mum.
Later, I had fucked Mum, desperate for her, needing, wanting her. After Mum had gone, Lucy came to join Emma and me, after having been with Jack and Mark.
I couldn't believe that any of this was happening. But it was. And I wanted to be part of it. All of it.
The next morning, after Mark had joined us for a while, we had all gone downstairs for a very late breakfast. I was due to be leaving then. Although I had taken two weeks holiday from work, I was only due to be staying with Mum and the others for a couple of days. As I went downstairs, I felt empty inside at the thought of leaving, at the thought of loosing what I'd only just found.
I was the last one into the kitchen. The others were already sat around the table. Only Jack was dressed. Mark had only pulled his shorts before coming downstairs, while Mum and the girls were in their dressing gowns. As soon as she saw me, Mum had come across to me. She looked stunning, her silky gown tied loosely around her waist. As she reached up to drape her arms around my neck, it came open. She was naked underneath, her breasts hot against me as she pressed her mouth to mine.
