"What are you doing here, perv?"
I froze in the darkness. The whispered question was as startling as a hard right to my jaw. After a panicky moment, I realized it was Angela's voice.
"Jeez Sis!" I whispered back. "You almost gave me a heart attack. Helen's husband is home and I'm watching the show."
Angela gave me a hard open-mouthed kiss. "Naughty Baby Brother!" she breathed. "Always getting caught spying!"
It was 9:00 PM Wednesday night and we were on the fire escape outside Helen's apartment. On Monday, I'd spied on Helen finger-fucking Angela. She caught me and the three of us had a wild afternoon of sex.
Helen's husband Charlie was a long-haul trucker, gone ten days out of every two weeks. This was his first day home since Helen rented the apartment on the third floor of Mom and Dad's hardware store in Brooklyn. I knew she was going to fuck him half to death. As soon as it got dark, I slipped up the fire escape to watch.
"I thought you were with Bernie," I whispered. After supper, Angela had gone to see him while he was working at his family's gas station. She'd told me about making out with him in the cashier booth on late shifts. Angela always wore a skirt, so it was easy for him to finger her. Once, she'd gotten under the desk and sucked his cock while he took customers' payments.
"We had another fight," she answered. "We've been arguing since Friday."
Bernie arrived an hour early to drive Angela to a party in New Jersey. When he knocked, Angela and I were humping on her bed. "I'm coming!" she shouted, buttoning her blouse and adjusting her panties while I hastily stuffed my cock and balls back into my pants.
Bernie didn't say anything, but he was suspicious. Tonight, he'd grown increasingly angry, finally yelling, "You should just go fuck your little brother and forget about me!"
"You're such a big prick!" Angela shouted back. "Maybe I will!" She stomped away and caught the next bus home.
"Paul, you're such a perverted little brother," Angela said. "I don't know what I'm going to do with . . . Jesus and Mother Mary!" She'd just looked into Helen's brightly illuminated living room.
Helen and Charlie were sitting at the glass table in front of the window, playing "Clue."
She was a slender muscular blonde in her late 30s, dressed in a frilly flesh-colored negligee. Her long hard nipples were visible through the sheer fabric stretching over her big firm conical breasts. Thigh-high black stockings emphasized the tiny black thong between her legs.
Charlie was a big good-looking man in his early 40s, with short sandy hair and a neatly trimmed goatee and mustache. Thick black hair covered his muscular chest and belly. He was wearing boxer shorts and his pole made a big tent in the fabric.
Helen ran slow hands over her thighs and belly as she waited for Charlie to finish his move. Taking the dice, she threw a high number and moved her marker into the library. She stroked her breasts through the sheer cloth, observing the reaction in Charlie's underwear, before purring "Professor Plum . . . did it . . . in the library with the . . . gun."
When Charlie shrugged, Helen opened the little envelope. "I win!" she squealed, throwing the cards down and jumping up to press her breasts into Charlie's face. "That makes you my toy for the night!" she continued, stroking his hair.
Helen pulled Charlie to his feet and they kissed passionately. His boxer shorts fell around his ankles, revealing a thick 6" penis with a wide mushroom head. His hairless cock and balls stood out from his thick pubic hair.
"I'm really ready to play tonight," Helen purred as she wrapped her fingers around Charlie's swollen shaft. "Is that all right, Toy Boy?"
"Oh yeah!" he gasped. Gripping his stiff prick, Helen guided Charlie into the bedroom.
The king-size bed, with nightstands on either side, occupied most of the space. "Sit down, Toy Boy," she said, pointing to the big leather easy chair filling the corner.
"Here's the first game," Helen continued, sitting on the corner of the bed closest to Charlie and spreading her legs. "You watch but don't touch . . . me or yourself."
Angela's hand found mine as we crouched side by side, staring at the scene on the bed.
Helen's negligee was a frilly flesh-colored robe, held closed by a single black bow between her breasts. It swept down over her hips, leaving her crotch exposed. The black stockings focused attention on her fingers, gliding slowly over the tiny black thong.
"I've got a hot little pussy hidden here," Helen purred. "Under this tight little scrap of cloth." She gripped her inner thighs with the palms of her hands, squeezing them sensuously. "I'm getting wet," she continued. "See my cunt lips through the thin fabric?"
She suddenly grabbed the front of her thong and pulled upward, splitting her furry mound with the tightly stretched cloth. "I've got a lot of woman things for my Toy Boy," Helen growled. She started breathing hard as she loosened and tightened her grip on the thong, sliding the fabric back and forth over her clit and pussy lips. "Tits, ass, snatch . . ."
Helen released the thong and fell back on the bed with her legs spread. "Oh Fuck!" she moaned, rubbing her vulva through the thong, pushing the stretched cloth into her pussy with her fingers . . .
"Stay!" she snapped as Charlie stood up. "Back in the chair! No touching!"
Angela fumbled with my zipper as we watched Helen writhing on the bed. I helped her pull it down. "No underwear tonight," she whispered as my stiff dick popped out of my jeans.
"You either," I replied, putting my hand up her skirt and feeling the hot moist flesh under her thick pubic hair.
"I took my panties off before I climbed out onto the fire escape," Angela said. "I always wear panties for Bernie. He likes . . ." Her voice choked for an instant. ". . . to take them off me."
Angela stroked my cock and I fingered her snatch as we watched Helen dance around the room, waving her breasts and buttocks in Charlie's face. We froze when Helen suddenly looked out the window. Her eyes widened and she grinned briefly.
"I love having an audience," Helen said, standing in front of Charlie's chair and pulling her thong to the side, revealing her neat pink folds, partially obscured by her brown pubic hair.
"Want a taste, Toy Boy?" Helen asked, pulling her slit open as she pushed her crotch into Charlie's face.
"Fuck me!" Angela whispered urgently as we stared at the big puffy clit rising from Helen's hot pink snatch.
Angela unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra down as I moved behind her. She reached between her legs, grabbed my pole and guided me into position. "Fuck! . . . Yes! . . ." she whispered as my cock-head stretched her pussy mouth. I held still, letting her push toward me, taking my stiff rod up her tight little snatch. "Jesus, Little Brother!" she gasped. "All the way! . . . Oh Fuck!"
Helen held her mound open, moaning with pleasure as Charlie ran his tongue up and down her slit, nibbled on her cunt lips and stuck his tongue deep into her pussy. "Oh yeah!" she cried. "Suck my clit! . . . Yeah!"
Angela moaned as I slow-fucked her. This was the first time I'd taken her from behind. I missed seeing her face, but I'd never buried my cock so deeply in her hot wet snatch . . .
On the brink of orgasm, Helen suddenly pulled her crotch away from Charlie's mouth. Her thong slipped back into position as she straddled his legs. She unfastened the black bow between her breasts and the negligee fell open, revealing her big conical breasts and swollen nipples.
When Charlie reached for her, Helen caught his hands. "You don't touch! That's the game." She leaned forward, burying his face between her tits as she pressed her cloth-covered vulva against his stiff cock. She moaned with pleasure as he licked and kissed her breasts.
I was going slowly inside Angela's pussy. Her muscles gripped my head and shaft as I alternated between shallow-fucking her sensitive pussy mouth and diving deep.
Helen stared at us as she rolled her pelvis, humping Charlie's stiff dick through the sheer fabric of her thong.
I kneaded Angela's full breasts and pinched her hard little nipples as I increased my tempo. The bright light from the window illuminated our bodies. I looked down to watch my cock sliding in and out of her pussy, but the little puckered hole between her slowly rolling buttocks drew my attention. I felt an almost irresistible desire to pull out of my sister's hot snatch and drive my swollen prick up her sexy tight asshole.
"God!" Angela muttered. She didn't scream as she came. She growled instead, making a low-pitched sound like a lioness that vibrated her whole body.
Gripping her hips, I fucked Angela fast, keeping her cumming as we watched Helen scream, humping herself to orgasm against Charlie's stiff cock. I thought about my penis plunging deep into Angela's vagina. Her convulsing pussy walls were ready to suck my sperm-laden semen up into her uterus. My body was perfectly synchronized with hers, preparing to deliver my load at the optimum instant . . .
"Oh Sis!" I gasped as my first shot exploded deep in her snatch. I slammed into her, emptying my cock in a series of long pulses. We were screaming now, but it didn't matter. Helen's cries drowned us out.
"That was so good," Angela whispered. My cock slipped out of her pussy when she rose to a kneeling position. I held her as we stared into the brightly-lighted bedroom.
Helen straddled Charlie, gripping his shoulders for support after her climax. "It's time for another game," she suddenly announced, jumping to her feet.
"I've got some new toys," she said. There was a suitcase on the floor beside the bed. "Here's the first one," she added, reaching into the suitcase and producing a heavy leather blindfold.
"Go take a shower," Helen commanded, handing Charlie the blindfold. "When you're done, put this on and call me."
