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Author's Note: "Playing With My Sister" is a bisexual series. This chapter contains male-on-male sex scenes. If this bothers you, please go read something else, rather than sending me nasty anonymous emails.
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When I stepped into the bedroom, Angela was already sitting up, blinking in the brilliant sunlight. "Oh shit!" she whispered.
"Wake up, Baby," I said, kissing Suzie.
Keeping her eyes closed, she kissed me open-mouthed. "Yes, Paul!" she moaned, rolling onto her back and opening her legs. "Do it now!"
"Slut!" Angela cried, affectionately slapping Suzie's thigh. "It's 8:00 AM! We need to get up . . . and I don't mean Squirt's tool!"
"Mom and Dad are up," Angela continued. "Paul should be in his own bedroom, we're late for breakfast, and Mom or Dad will see you if you try to slip out."
We decided to brazen it out.
My beard was heavy. I shaved with a disposable razor while the girls dressed.
Suzie's Catholic school uniform -- minus panties -- was too bizarre, so Angela found clothes small enough to fit her.
"Good morning!" Angela and I cried as we walked into the family quarters on the second floor of our building. "We brought company for breakfast!"
"Suzie, how good to see you!" Mom cried, rushing over to hug her.
Dad hugged Suzie, too -- in a fatherly, non-sexual way. "You're looking radiant this morning," he commented. "I'm glad you and Paul had fun on your date last night."
"Oh yes!" Suzie replied. "This morning, Paul and Angela got up early to bring me over here. I hope you don't mind."
That wasn't a problem. Mom and Dad adored Suzie and considered her part of our family.
Mom hustled back into the kitchen. She loved to cook. Her desk and computer were next to the kitchen so she could do the hardware store accounting while watching sauces simmer.
"Isn't that a school blouse?" Dad asked.
Big-breasted Angela didn't have ANY blouses that fit A-cup Suzie, so she had to wear her own -- very Catholic-school looking -- blouse.
Suzie had always dressed modestly, so her costume was daring, with a tight black skirt ending six inches above her knees, white ankle socks, her sturdy black school shoes, a brick-red scarf around her neck, and her school blouse with the sleeves rolled halfway up and the top two buttons unfastened to show discreet cleavage.
Dad couldn't see the frilly panties molded to her firm buttocks and stretched over her folds.
"An old one," Suzie answered. "It's too worn for school . . . but it's still good." She'd told me the stiff fabric rubbing her bare nipples kept them hard.
"It looks nice," Dad agreed. "You're a very attractive young woman."
Mom called us to breakfast and everybody made cheerful small talk. Angela and I ate quickly. We started work in the hardware store at 8:30 AM on Saturdays.
Suzie lingered with Mom and Dad, then came downstairs carrying her school uniform in a shopping bag.
She hugged Angela warmly and whispered something that made Angela giggle. Then she gave me a chaste kiss and whispered "I'll see you this afternoon . . . STUD!"
Angela started opening the store while I removed the ladder Suzie had used to reach the fire escape at the back of our building. It had been visible from the second floor family apartment windows, but Mom and Dad hadn't noticed it.
I spent the next five hours thinking, mostly about Suzie -- making my shorts sticky with pre-cum -- but also about Dad. He wasn't a good actor and would have given some indication that he'd seen us. It had to have been a vivid dream. I was glad I hadn't told Suzie or Angela . . .
Mom and Dad took over at 1:30 PM. Mom had noticed we made more money and had less shoplifting when family members were there. Angela and I worked most week nights, doing homework during quiet periods, as well as on Saturday mornings.
"1:52 PM," Suzie observed as she opened the door. "I was expecting you at 1:48 PM."
"I took five minutes to shower and dress," I answered. "I figured you'd appreciate it, considering how funky I was from working five hours after . . ." we both grinned ". . . last night . . . uh . . . and this morning . . ."
Suzie was still wearing Angela's tight short black skirt, no stockings or shoes, the red scarf around her neck and her white school blouse.
"Come in here STUD!" Suzie said, pulling me inside. She was on me as soon as the door closed, kissing me passionately and rubbing her body against mine, pressing her tight nipples against my chest and grinding her pelvis into my swollen crotch.
I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open to reveal her sexy little bare breasts as she unzipped my pants and reached into my briefs, releasing my painfully-hard penis and swollen balls.
"Yeah, Paul!" Suzie gasped as I pushed her against the wall. She lifted her skirt, exposing her thick yellow pubic thatch, already gleaming with her juices. "Do it here! . . . Now! . . . Oh Fuck! . . ."
I gripped her hips to hold us together as I drove my stiff cock between her legs. "God, Paul!" she moaned. "Take me! . . . However you want!"
Suzie's areolas were puffed into domes, her hard nipples were 1/2" long and her firm breasts had swollen to B-cup size. Suzie's sexy tits rubbed my chest as I slammed my cock into her tight hot snatch, bouncing my balls against her pussy lips . . . building the tension in my groin . . .
"Oh fuck!" Suzie cried, cumming as I exploded inside her. "Shoot it Baby! . . . Shoot it up my hot cunt! . . . Oh yeah! Oh Jesus!"
I spent myself in a dozen violent thrusts. Afterwards, Suzie collapsed against the wall, gasping for breath. I held her up, kissing her face and mouth as her heaving breasts rubbed my chest.
"Paul, you are such a stud!" she finally whispered. "I wanted to give my body . . . my sex . . . to you unconditionally. You took me that way and I still came!"
"Your cock is still hard . . . still deep in my pussy!" Suzie continued. "I want to keep you inside me forever."
We stood there for several more minutes kissing and fondling each others' sweaty bodies, moving enough to keep my penis stiff. "Oh yeah!" Suzie moaned as I resumed fucking her with long slow strokes, continuing until she screamed and thrashed against the wall.