Thanks to SexyKitty_B for editing.
This story took place during the world championship soccer of 2018. I had never been a fan of the sport and rarely watched it on tv. I was more of a basketball guy. Give me some fast-paced action, with a goal every sixty seconds, rather than ninety minutes of kicking a ball around and, more often than not, not scoring a single point.
Unfortunately, in my family -- as well as in my circle of friends -- soccer was considered the ultimate man's game. This particular championship would prove to be extra taxing, as my father had bought a sixty-inch screen tv with a state-of-the-art surround system a few months before the world cup.
On top of that, he had invited my brothers-in-law to-be -- who were both assholes -- to come over and watch, hoping to see Belgium win the world cup. Luckily, every cloud has a silver lining. My sisters Heather (23) and Jessica (26) would be tagging along, and since they weren't interested in soccer either, the three of us would be able to spend some time together.
Ever since they had moved out -- two and three years ago -- I had hardly seen them at all and really missed them. With mom out of the picture since like forever, it was just me and dad now -- which wasn't always easy. He wasn't the most sensitive or communicative father, if you know what I mean.
Don't get me wrong. He loved me, there was no doubt about that, but he thought I was too soft, too tenderhearted for this world. Being a cop had made him cynical about human nature. He firmly believed that the strong preyed on the weak and that if I didn't toughen up, I was going to have a very difficult life!
His pessimism had somewhat diminished since he had started seeing Dominique a little over a year ago. They saw each other about four or five times a week, depending on dad's shifts. I didn't presume to understand their relationship, but from what I could tell, it was mostly based on sex.
But I'll get to Dominique later. Let's first focus on this part of the story.
The first match was Belgium vs Panama. While my dad and my brothers-in-law had gotten comfortable in the living room, my sisters and I had all taken a seat at the dinner table, in the dining room. Although the rooms were interconnected, there was no direct line of sight, thanks to a supporting wall.
I was 19 at the time and at my sexual peek. Consequentially, I was constantly hard and horny and spent most of my free time jacking off. Realizing that my two gorgeous sisters would be visiting, I had masturbated twice earlier that day. Needless to say that I didn't exactly expect any more sexual activity.
I had broken out the Monopoly-board. It had been our favorite game growing up and I figured we could have some fun, while the 'real men' watched the game. Heather was wearing a black skirt, a yellow sleeveless top, with a white bra underneath. Jessica was wearing a sleeveless black top, jeans cut-offs and a black bra.
After having taken a seat next to Jessica and inadvertently gawking at Heather's cleavage -- as she was leaning over the table to distribute the Monopoly-money -- Jessica prodded me with her elbow and whispered, "Stop looking at your sister's tits, you little perv!"
Heather, embarrassed and startled, froze for a moment, glanced down at her cleavage, and yanked her top up. It was a futile maneuver, because the second she let go again, it fell back into its former, revealing position.
I looked down at the table, slightly uncomfortable, while the girls shared a giggle. It was just a little awkward moment. One we soon recovered from.
About ten seconds later, Heather's boyfriend Nick called out and said, "Hey hon, how's about you grabbing us another round of beers?"
Jessica called out and replied, "Why don't you guys get them yourselves?"
Matthew, feeling pretty rowdy and brave said, "Why else did we bring you?"
"Excuse me?" Jessica replied, shocked at this demeaning quip.
"You don't have to do it yourself, ask one of your sisters to do it," Matthew replied. The guys laughed hard, even dad joined in. He never stopped these kinds of insults at my address, figuring they made me tougher.
As a result, Matthew and Nick were always on my case, making fun of the fact that I didn't like football, that I played chess, that I was good with computers or that I didn't work out, at all. In short, every one of my quirks was reason enough to make fun of me.
Because they spent every waking moment in the gym, lifting weights, they were a lot stronger and sturdier than I was. And as I bruised like a peach and was usually outnumbered -- they couldn't take a piss without one another -- I rarely put up a fight and just let them mock me. Luckily, my sisters were usually around to shut them up.
"Hey, lay off of Jack, at least he's not a macho asshole like you guys," Heather intervened.
"Jeez, keep you panties on, girl," Nick laughed, trying to be funny.
"You know, why don't I keep my panties on for the rest of the week?" she retorted, loud enough for everyone to hear. Dad and Matthew chuckled.
Nick, not knowing when to quit, tried to joke his way out of the situation.
"Oh no, how will I survive?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Heather, getting fed up with his behavior, but willing to give him one more chance, said, "Nick, just stop it, okay? Please?"
"Or what? What are you going to do?" Nick dared her, desperately trying to prove his dominance over her, in front of dad and Matthew.
Right at that moment, there was an attempt at scoring, which quickly sent all three of them into an excited rant, screaming and shouting at the tv.
Heather, really pissed off now, whispered, only loud enough for the three of us to hear her, "Tell you what I am going to do..."
And with that, she looked at me and continued, "You wanted to see my tits, huh?"
Without giving me time to respond, she grabbed the hem of her top and yanked it up along with her bra, exposing her tits in one quick swoop. I gasped and immediately felt my cock beginning to stir.
"Oh my go..." Jessica giggled, also staring at Heather's big tits.
A few moments later, Nick called out again, "We're still waiting on those beers!"
Jessica glanced at me, then at Heather, who was still showing me her jugs.
Realizing that if one of the guys got up, we'd all be in trouble, Jessica whispered, "I'll uh... take care of it," and got up.
She grabbed three beers from the fridge and walked over to the guys.
After handing them the beers, she softly said, "Next time just ask okay, you guys don't have to be so rude all the time."
I guess she was hoping for some sympathy from Matthew. Big mistake.
"Jeez Jessica, stop whining!" he replied bluntly.
"What? I am not whining, I was just..." she tried to say, calmly.
"Whatever babe," he interrupted her, "We're trying to watch the game here; go and play with your baby brother."
Jessica sauntered into the dining room, confused but also steaming mad.
"You want me to play... I'll play," she whispered, as she walked around the table, sat down next to me again and put her hand in between my legs, cupping my crotch, just like that. I looked down at my hard dick, unable to believe what was going on.
The girls smiled at one another briefly.
"My god, you're so hard... is that because of us?" Jessica whispered softly as she felt my cock throb under her touch. I looked at her and nodded my head, so hard that it almost fell off. She smiled at my excitement and put her second hand down in my lap as well. Using both hands, she quickly freed my erection from my jeans.
"Jessica, what the hell are you doing?" Heather whispered nervously.
Jessica simply glanced up and said, "What am I doing? Look at yourself, you little slut!"
Heather glanced down at her own huge rack, still on display, and realized she wasn't exactly a beacon of appropriate behavior. Luckily, her anger outweighed her sense of propriety and kept her top and bra raised above her tits, still letting us admire them.
As soon as my fat cock veered out of my jeans and boxers, Jessica redrew her hands in surprise and whispered, "My god, it's huge!"
Although Heather didn't say anything, I could see from the look in her eyes that she was pleasantly surprised as well. I even noticed her licking her lips for a moment.
Jessica quickly recovered from the shock and wrapped both her delicate hands around my huge erection and began pumping it lovingly, turning her head in all directions to get a look at it from every possible angle.
Heather, still flaunting her tits, slid her left hand down a little bit and used her thumb and index finger to play with her left nipple, clearly aroused by what her sister was doing. I couldn't believe my luck. It was as if I had stumbled into a porn flic.
It didn't take long for me to start shuddering in my chair, letting the girls know that I wasn't going to last much longer. Although my impending orgasm seemed to make Heather a little nervous, it only seemed to excite Jessica, who became even more motivated to finish me off.
"Ohh yes, come on... come on... that's it... just a little more," she whispered as she pumped my hard, throbbing dick, hard and fast now. A few seconds later, my cum blasted out of the tip of my cock. One big, fat, ribbon blasted out and landed in the middle of the Monopoly board, causing Heather to gasp and Jessica to giggle.
Three more, smaller, ribbons as well as dozens of drops rained down all over the table cloth, Jessica's hands and arms, my pants, my seat and the floor all around my chair.
"Oh my god," Jessica whispered with a horny chuckle, "What a fucking load!"
"Oh shit!" Heather breathed heavily as she stared at all the cum and at my half-hard cock, still being pumped by our sister, while she lowered her top and bra, covering up her tits for the first time in nearly eight minutes. We all just sat there and looked at one another, trying to wrap our brains around what had just happened.
"Hey Heather, how about some beer nuts and pretzels?" Nick shouted suddenly, about two minutes later.
