I wrote 'Thank You Sis' as a complete story, with no plans for additional chapters. However, there were many requests for more, so here is chapter two.
Personally, I don't think this chapter is as risquΓ© as the first, but in its own way, I like it very much. I hope you do, too.
I did try to write this as a stand-alone story, mostly. There are, however, some references to events that happened earlier in the timeline, so if you have not read chapter one, I encourage you to do so before reading this section.
Finally, thank you for the kind feedback. I was flattered.
Bob
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PART I
I did talk to both Jill and Liz about getting together with Joie and they were both very enthusiastic. Unfortunately it took three weeks before we all had the same evening free. Liz's comment about my spending more time with them individually rather than together now seemed to be prophetic.
During that time Joie and I met at her apartment and continued our story telling and our masturbation. Each time was the same as that first Wednesday after my party. We would talk for awhile and when the conversation got us hot enough we would both strip down and pleasure ourselves to orgasm. We missed the timing a couple of times but usually we were able to cum together and I would ejaculate into her mouth, and on her face and breasts.
Each time she would scoop up as much cum as she could and swallow it greedily, wondering out loud about her increasing taste for me. As usual, we never touched during these exquisitely erotic sessions. In fact, the only real touching we ever did was during 'hellos' and 'good byes,' very brotherly and sisterly hugs and kisses.
I had told Jill and Liz everything about my relationship with my sister, and they had accepted it with aplomb and were even more anxious to join us at the first opportunity.
Jill and Liz are two extraordinary women who my sister discovered and brought to my thirtieth birthday party. They were the presents. They, and another babe named Pam, had agreed to help my sister make the celebration of the first anniversary of my twenty-ninth birthday a world class event. They succeeded in spades.
Jill and Liz liked it so much they offered to stay in my life, at least for a trial run, and the three of us are quickly becoming a 'couple.' Among my colleagues and others who are aware of the situation, I am a most envied man.
Jill is five-seven, has auburn hair and is a real beauty. She has a great sense of humor, a perpetual smile, intensely green eyes, a slender, athletic body, and prefect breasts. Her skin is milky white, silky smooth, and as soft as a baby's tush. I love her madly.
Liz is five-ten, has long brunette hair, and stops conversations when she enters a room. She has a radiant smile with perfect teeth, beautiful brown eyes, deeply tanned skin, and huge breasts, which she carries well on her large frame. Many a wife or girlfriend has had to poke her fellow in the ribs to get them to stop staring at Liz. I love her madly, too.
Joie, my sister, is the third woman in my life. She is a blonde, five-seven like Jill. Both Jill and Liz have told me they wish they were as attractive as Joie so that will give you an idea of how truly gorgeous she is. Like Jill, Joie has a slender, athletic body with full, firm breasts. Joie is also a lesbian, which may help explain her wonderment at enjoying the taste of my cum so much. I love Joie more than anyone else in the world.
Finally, three weeks after my party we were going out to dinner. It was a Wednesday and we all worked, so we started at a reasonable hour and met at a nice place at eight.
The girls were dressed conservatively, in either pants, or knee length skirts, and there was no cleavage to be seen among them. Still, what a sight they were. Three classy broads who knew they were drop-dead gorgeous, but didn't make a production out of it. Have I mentioned I am one lucky guy?
We sat at a table in the main dinning room and enjoyed both the dinner and each other's company. Eventually the conversation turned to planning a more intimate gathering. Saturday evening was free for everybody but Joie, who in turn assured us she would break her date and join us. The evening was set.
Jill, who it turned out, was a great one for details asked Joie, "Are we planning what I think we're planning?"
"I hope so. At least I'm thinking this will be a chance for me to both satisfy my depraved desire for my brother, and get to know you both a little better."
"A lot better, I think," said Liz.
"Are you uncomfortable about it?"
"No. Jill and I've tried it a couple of times, you know, like a test drive, and it's OK. I kind of like it and with you, Joie, I bet it's going to be great."
Jill added, "If it's as hot as it was before, it'll be awesome."
Liz then put the finishing touch on the planning. Looking at Joie she said, "Jill and I did a little shopping for something new to wear for Phil. We've had him individually since the party, but this is the first time we'll be together with him since then. We wanted to help him celebrate having us both at the same time for the second time."
"Looking at me, Liz grinned and said, "You are gonna just love it."
Joie said smiling, "I can take a hint. I saw a little something last week that should be acceptable for entertaining my brother."
We all laughed and then we went our separate ways, after lots of hugs and kisses in the parking lot.
Saturday was a long time coming but it finally arrived. I cleaned the condo and ordered a deli tray from, of all places, a deli. When I went to pick up the food I also bought a case of the same champagne Joie had supplied for the party. I'm such a sentimental fool. I also stopped at the florist and made arrangements for a dozen long-stemmed red roses to be delivered to each of the girls. The lady who took my order couldn't decide to be impressed with me or disgusted. When I addressed all the cards to 'One Hot Babe' and signed them with 'Love forever' she settled on disgusted. She may not have thought a lot of me, but she was obviously a capitalist. She took my money and invited me to shop there again, soon.
My last stop was for candles. I'm not a candle kind of guy, but this seemed like a great evening for candles.
When I got home, I stashed the food and the wine, set the candles around, and got myself showered and shaved.
As for the party last month, I dressed in a button-down cotton broadcloth shirt, and slacks. This time the shirt was gray and the slacks were black. I decided not to wear shoes or socks. Looking in the mirror I said to myself, 'Don't analyze it. Just go with it, and love it.'
Joie arrived a little early. She was wearing a cut little red dress with matching stockings and shoes. The dress was low, tight, and short.
"Nice outfit," I said as we kissed in greeting.
"Wait till you see what it's hiding."
Changing the subject she said, "I came early because I want to ask you, again, about Jill and Liz. They really want this, right? There're not doing this just for you are they?"
"No, of course not," I answered as I lit the candles.
"Are you sure? We've talked a couple of times. We got together for lunch and they are both really smitten with you." With a huge grin she continued, "I can't figure out what they see in you, but I think either of them would do pretty much anything if they thought you wanted it."
"No, you're wrong about this. They expressed a desire for this long before Wednesday. Hell, Jill started talking about it right after you and Pam left the party."
"OK. Maybe it's just me, but I want this so much I guess I'm being a little paranoid, thinking it won't be as perfect as I've imagined it. They may be your girlfriends, but they make me hot just thinking about them.
"Oh, and thank you so much for the flowers. They're lovely. Do you know this is the first time you've ever sent me flowers? I liked it. Do it again soon."
The bell rang and I ushered Liz and Jill into the living room. We kissed and hugged and then they both went to Joie and greeted her with the same enthusiasm. It was great watching them linger around Joie, showing real affection for my sister.
Jill was in a bluish gray dress that looked stunning on her. It complemented her complexion perfectly. She was wearing dark gray stockings and black pumps.
Liz was in pink, a shade that accented her tanned skin and dark hair. Her stockings were the same color as the dress, only her shoes were black.
Both of their dresses were high necked, but very short.
When they had finished their greetings they all turned towards me and did a slow three-sixty. They wiggled and swayed as they did it, placing a hand behind a head, or on a hip, as they turned. They were very sexy.
When they finished Liz asked, "You approve?"
"More than you can ever know."
They smiled their thanks and I said, "Anyone hungry?"
We ate at the dinning room table and enjoyed the food, the wine, and each other's company. We laughed at our jokes, told some risquΓ© stories and had a great time. Four friends breaking bread together, sharing good times.
During a break in the conversation Liz said to the room, "Are we ready for the fashion show?"
The girls all yelled, "Yeah!"
Jill said, "To the living room, and bring your glasses and plates, we might as well stay there after we 'get comfortable.' Don't you think?"
We all agreed and ferried our stuff and ourselves into the next room.
"Phil, I think it would be best if you sat in the big chair." This was Liz.
I had a very comfortable armchair and I plopped down into it.
Liz and Jill returned to their 'party' places on the couch and Joie sat in a chair across from me. Together we formed a rectangle.
Liz put her food on the end table and said, "I want to start."
We all applauded as she rose, then Jill said, "Remember, this is for everyone, not just Phil."
Liz walked toward the CD player, all her lovely parts suddenly in 'seduce' mode, and Jimmy Buffet started to sing, 'Let's get drunk and screw.'
We laughed at the music and hooted and hollered as she paraded in front of us.
She danced to the music for two songs, moving like a temptress. She would pull up her dress showing her bare legs above the tops of her pink thigh highs, which this time were held up by garters. She stood in front of us all in turn and wiggled her sweet ass in our faces.
When I tried to touch, she gently pushed my hand away and said, "Ogling only, please."