My sisters are two beautiful girls. Mands and CJ have been my closest friends all my life. This increased with the death of our parents. We come to rely on each other for everything. Little did I know that sense of closeness would increase after one night.
I am Trevor. I am the oldest kid, at twenty-five. I am six foot, three and a big man. I’ve done weightlifting since I was in my early teens. I have a few trophies to show my work hasn’t been in vain.
I have always been the ‘man about the house’. That role included taking care of and protecting the girls as the patriarch. I had no warning that soon those responsibilities would lead to the bedroom.
Amanda, or Mands as we call her is the middle-child at twenty-three. She actually adopted. Her parents were close friends of ours. When her family was killed in a tragic accident, she became part of our family.
Mands stands 5’11 and has straight, medium-dark brown hair, which trails down past a set of soft, pale shoulders. She has a set of 34C’s that is nicely set off by a slender frame that includes narrow hips and a really tight ass. My sister also has a set of dark brown eyes to die for.
CJ is the baby-sister at twenty. At times the coolest girl a man would want to be around. Then she can be the biggest bitch that I have ever met!
CJ stands 5’4. She's got crystal blue eyes, long flaming-red hair and an alabaster complexion that gives a stunning natural beauty appearance. My little sister has the most beautiful smile in the world. A set of 32A breasts are perfectly proportioned for the petite body they set on.
The day that changed my life began when I came home from work to see them setting in the living room. I wasn’t expecting to seem them before the holidays.
Both of my sister’s are in college. Mands is working on a master’s and CJ just is in third year of earning a bachelor’s. I had already achieved a degreed.
So they are off at school mostly. I lived in the family home. It was actually too big but I didn’t want to give it up.
"What's up, Guys?" I wondered surprised.
"We figured you'd might want some company," Mands responds.
"We’d just heard about you breakin’ up with Cindy," CJ tells.
Cindy had been my girlfriend since seventh grade. She and I had just had the biggest fight ever. Heated words were exchanged. It led to me walking out. I have a temper and sometimes it takes over!
I was really feeling down over the breakup. I could use a shoulder to lean on. I had no intentions to disturb them at school. They must have heard about the separation from friends. I was really glad they had showed up.
“You two should return to your classes,” I dismiss, “I can handle this problem myself.”
"Hey, Grizzly,” CJ coos, “Let your sisters cheer you up."
My little sister always called me "Grizzly". It was a pet name because she says I’m a bear because of my temper and how protective I can be. Besides, it always brings forth a smile when she says it.
She gave me a hug around the waist. I’m almost a foot taller. She then nudged me down and placed a soft kiss on the lips.
Mands then came to my other side. She placed a kiss on my lips after I kissed CJ. Those brown eyes sparkle with thought.
I knew they had a plan. They wouldn't give up or go away until I gave in. Besides, like I said, I needed them around.
"OK,” I concede, “Whatcha got in mind?”
“We’re gonna get ya outta your funk,” Mands states.
"OK," I puzzle, “Where are we going?"
"Out!" they both say in unison.
They dragged me into the bedroom to select what I was going to wear. My sisters always have had a better fashion sense than I. I’m a wear plaid shirts and blue jeans sort of guy.
To my surprise my sisters picked out an outrageous outfit to wear. A white and black-stripped shirt, pleated, Khaki-green pants with matching suspenders. A pair of bright red socks rounded out the attire.
I looked absurd! They said that was the purpose. It was so I could leave reality tonight.
They, on the other hand, dress to kill. Both were both sexy and classy. I had to remember these foxes were my sisters!
Mands was wearing a tight blue dress cut just above the knees. She also had on a set of silver open-toed sandals with one-inch heels that lifted a tight ass. They enhanced a set of already long gorgeous legs.
CJ was wearing the classic little black dress with matching two-inch pumps. Red lipstick and long red flowing hair pulled to one side increased her femininity.
These women where hot! They were so sexy I had a hard on! These were my sisters and they were affecting me this way? I needed to get laid!
The girls would not tell me where we were going. All they say was to relax. The night was on them! Tonight I would be the pimp and they were the hookers. I was more than willing to let them take charge this night.
We went to a really popular restaurant in Houston. One needed reservations just to get reservations! This wasn’t a problem for CJ.
She had helped one of the owner’s kids get thorough a couple of tough math courses in college. He was indebted to her. So we had no problem getting a great table.
"What's up for tonight?" I ask, "What's with dinner? Why are you two bein’ so nice to me? What are you buildin’ up to?"
“Can't we just take our 'favorite' brother out to dinner without there bein’ an ulterior motive?" Mands coyly responds.
"How much money do’ya need?" I ask lightly.
"No!” CJ assures placing a hand on mine, “We just wanna take you out for dinner."
"Really?" I ask. "You're not fuckin’ with me?"
"No, honestly," Mands agrees, "We’re just bein’ lovin’ sisters."
We left the restaurant and headed out to do some dancing and partying. The club we went to was playing swing music. Mands and I had been dance partners ever since our mother put us together for a contest in elementary school. We had gotten pretty good as a team.
The band was really hot that night. The crowd was charged with electricity. We showed our stuff off all across the floor. CJ found a partner and joined us. It was a fantastic time.
Around three AM we closed down the club. We were ready to head home by then. My sisters managed to make me feel good tonight and get me back in the groove. I didn’t need Cindy anyway.
We got back to the car. Drove home and tiredly entered the house. It had been a long, unplanned but fun day.
We went off to our respective rooms to get ready for bed. We all happened to meet in the bathroom, to brush teeth, wash faces and pee. We said good night and I went into my room and closed my door.
About a half an hour later, I heard footsteps walking across the hallway floor. The house had been in the family for three generations. It was showing its age. The creaking floors always announced who was moving around. I figured one of the girls had to go to the bathroom, until I heard a knock on my door.
"Can I come in?" Mands asks, through the door.
"Sure, baby,” I grant.