The Man Who Would Pay

Sally was there again. Half naked on my sofa with her arms wrapped around my brother. I was glad I'd bought leather as I imagined they'd been fucking on there before I'd come home. Easy to wipe down. Now she was sat across his lap with her arms wrapped around him in nothing but a pair of little shorts.

I dropped my bag and flopped into a chair, not really interested in disguising my glance at the delightful swelling of side tit she had on display. If Sally wanted to flash her tits in my living room then she'd just have to expect me to look.

"Here's me. Out working till late and do I get a cup of tea or a sandwich when I get home? A bath run for me? No. I have to do it all myself."

"Thought you would have eaten while you were working."

I'd asked for that. But it was subtle enough that Sally wouldn't have understood Daniel's comment for anything more than how it sounded. He eased himself from under her and stood up.

"Stay there. I'll make you something."

"So you should. I'm paying for this place."

I poked my tongue out at him.

Sally didn't even attempt to hide her tits as she twisted around to lounge on the sofa alone. I found myself staring at them. Two beautifully big milky white pendulums swaying softly with her movement. She smiled before reaching to recover her top. There was no urgency. She knew I was looking and didn't care.

"Your makeup is smudged." She said as she fumbled with the garment.

I reddened as I realised I didn't look like someone who'd come in from the office should. I wondered what I'd say if she asked me what work I did in the evenings. Bar work? Yeah, I could get away with that. Front of house. That'd explain the dress and heels. Wouldn't explain smudged lipgloss and sweaty, mangled hair though. I'd lie and say I was shagging the chef in the store cupboard. Better than admitting I'd just been pounded against a hotel wall by a stranger for two hundred quid.

"Thanks," I said looking away.

"It's good to see you again Danica. But I'll get out of your way. Mum is picking me up in five."

She dropped the top over her head, again pulling my eyes back as her tits seemed to thrust out and fill the room. Two big creamy melons with such delightful pink nipples. I both hated them and wanted to squeeze them all at the same time. Then they vanished under the woollen material.

"You're always welcome."

She was and she wasn't. My head struggled with her presence. Nice girl. Someone who could easily be a friend. But also competition for a brother I shouldn't be attracted to. What a convoluted web I weaved.

"Does Sally have to keep flashing her tits at me?"

I stood behind Daniel eating my cheese and pickle sandwich after she'd left. He was squeezing the teabag in my mug for me.

"Do you like them?"

He turned to fetch the milk.

"I don't think whether I like them or not is what matters."

"It might.

She's bi."

My eyes shot up to lock on him.

"Are you saying she's doing it on purpose?"

He grinned.

"You said you liked it with that MILF."

"What's that got to do with it? That was work."

"Why should that stop you liking Sally's tits."

"Er ... isn't she your girlfriend?"

"Er ... aren't we also shagging?"

"So now you want me to shag your girlfriend as well?

Can she afford me?" I laughed.

"So not a no then."

I saw the seriousness in his eyes.

"Wait. Are you asking me for a threesome?"

"I might be. She's up for it."

"Jesus fuck. What's she going to say when it's your sister who's the third party?"

"I just said. She's up for it."

I don't think anything had ever taken so long to sink in. I stared at him, re-running his words in my head. Over and over for what seemed an eternity. Then my stomach churned with fear.

"You told her?"

"She guessed."

"How? How the fuck did she guess? It's not exactly the first question when you meet siblings. Hi. Are you shagging your sister? Can I join in?"

"I don't know. Women's intuition I suppose."

"When did she guess?"

I was shaking with a terror of being discovered I'd thought had been exorcised when we'd moved out of home.

"A few weeks ago. She said you were hot and just asked me if I had fucked you."

"And you said yes?"

I was incredulous that he would be so stupid.

"Actually. I said no.

She called me a liar and went into a long speech about how kinky it was and how she wished she had a brother to practice with. Then she said how she'd love to be between us in bed."

I was flabbergasted.

"Then I said yes."

If there had been a photo of my face at that point, it would have been one of a blank stare and hanging jaw. In my head, I saw us going to prison. Of being disowned by our parents and shunned by everyone we knew. The lepers of suburbia. Then I grasped fully what he had said. And that Sally hadn't told anyone, else-wise we would already have been paraded naked in the streets to have human excrement thrown at us. Okay, that was a little dramatic. But if Sally had uttered a word to anyone, we would have known by now.

"Oh, fuck."

"So what do you think?"

Daniel was understandably interested in pursuing the idea. I didn't know what to think.

"She does have nice tits," I muttered for the want of something to say. I just couldn't bring myself to shut the crazy idea down completely.

"You should talk to her." He said.

"Don't you think it's a little weird? Brother and sister?"

It was an awkward conversation to bring up but I took the plunge a few days later when Sally arrived before Daniel got home. I hadn't intended to, but after the niceties of offering coffee, it was clear she was waiting for me to say something. And now I had, Sally looked positively excited.

"No. I think it's kinky. I love it."

"Perverted is another word. It's incest. Illegal. You know that right?"

"Who gives a shit."

Not Sally, obviously.

"And you don't care my brother is also your boyfriend?"

She shrugged.

"I can share. I'm not the jealous type."

Yep. She was definitely not your average girl next door.

"How did you know?"

"I see the way you look at him. And I hear the jealousy in your voice when I'm around. And Daniel, he has a way of touching you. It's very subtle, but it's obvious there's more familiarity than is normal. It's obvious."

Was it? I hadn't even realised there were subtle touches. But now she mentioned it, he did touch my elbow or brush a hand down my back when he passed. It just went mostly unnoticed by me. A nice touch of affection registered only at a subliminal level.

Okay. Now for the really big question.

"And ... you want to be part of that?"

Her eyes lit up.

"Fuck yeah. A threesome with a brother and sister. Wild."

Holy fuck. I could feel that stomach-churning tingle taking hold of me. That uncontrollable quiver that always came with the realisation I was about to agree to something new and completely crazy. It was those tits. They were hypnotising me.

"You can't tell anyone. Please. Promise me you won't."

Sally twisted on her chair and stretched a leg out to my lap. I stared down at its perfect unblemished skin. Her foot was soft and she had such a perfect ankle. Things just got better from there up.

"I'm not the experienced woman of the world you are. But I know how perverted my mind is. Trust me, Danica. There's nothing that's going to shock me."

I thought there probably was. But one thing at a time.

"And everything stays between us three." She added.

"Cross my heart and hope to die."

For a moment I considered that leg. So slender and smooth. I thought back to Bonnie and how much I'd enjoyed the experience. I put my hand on her shin and caressed it with soft exploratory fingers. Sally didn't flinch once. Instead, she just watched me, willing me on.

I let my eyes move to her chest. She was wearing a tight pullover and no bra. Sally's tits were amazing, and there they were stretching that material so tight. I could sense their natural movement with her breathing. I could feel myself coming more and more alive at the thought I was being offered the opportunity to caress them.

"You ever been with a girl?"

"No. You'll be my first."

"You might not like it."

Sally laughed.

"Oh yes, I fucking will."

I could see the tremble of excitement in her. The same tremble I could feel rising from my stomach as I moved my hand to her knee. I could feel the hunger in me. I wanted those tits.

"Daniel will be home from college soon."

I spoke softly. My voice was beginning to shake with a quickening heartbeat. I leaned forward and studied her face, looking for any sign of nerves. There was nothing. Only determination. I let my hand slide above the knee, onto the softer, more sensuous flesh of her thigh. I surrendered.

"Shall we greet him from the bedroom?"

Stripping naked was no big thing to me anymore. I could probably do it without blushing in the high street after the experiences of the past few months. To see Sally no less embarrassed was a surprise. Not a single attempt to cover herself and in no hurry to slip from sight beneath the duvet. It was a show for her, exposing herself was a thrill.

For me, that was a bonus. I got to see her body in all its glory. And it was incredible. So slender and lithe. Her pussy was a work of art. A neatly trimmed little bush sat above a tight slit that exposed nothing. It invited exploration. I hadn't ever had a bush. I'd shaved or waxed since that first pube had appeared, obsessing with the perfect body image of smooth hairless skin.

I salivated to see Sally from behind. That wonderful little deeper-coloured swelling nestled between her thighs as she climbed on the bed. And I would have died for her tiny arse. But it was her tits that enthralled me. So big. So firm. Even hanging beneath her as she manoeuvred herself they retained a perfect bulbous shape. Such tiny nipples compared to my coat pegs.

She rolled onto her back and they bounced. I almost gushed at the sight. Sally saw my excitement and smiled, lifting a leg at the knee seductively. The click and rattle of a lock broke her spell on me.

"That's him now. Hurry up." She said throwing the cover back.

I jumped in next to her, acutely aware of her body heat as we pulled the duvet over us, giggling like two schoolgirls. I wanted to reach out and grab her body right then, but I forced myself to wait. I heard the front door closing and Sally called out in a singsong voice.

"Ohhh. Daniel."

He stood in the doorway smiling.

"You two spoke then."

"Just get your kit off and come and join us," Sally ordered.

Daniel was in a hurry, almost tripping over as he tore his trousers from his feet.

"Make room."

I shuffled sideways as Sally threw the covers back in a grand reveal of our nudity. Just in time for him to launch himself between us.

"My two favourite girls. Together at last. My life is perfect."

"Only because you have a perfect cock." I grinned as I took hold of it.

"Uhh."

He jumped at my touch. A moment later Sally had his balls in her palm.

"Jesus fuck."

Daniel's cock became our combined focus. The two of us pleasured him with our mouths. Massaging lips that kissed him from root to tip. Lips that closed over his crown and caressed him until he was crying out with pleasure.

I don't know how many times I can say it, but I fucking adored cock. I always had since my first one. But the obsession had only grown since embarking on my new career. I have such an urge to suck that I can't control. It's so incredibly erotic to hear a man's pleasure and experience his arousal in such a physical way. And my own is beyond belief from having his meat slid around my mouth while I can smell his musk rising from his balls.

We took turns, sucking that cock before moving to his sack when his cock was occupied in the other's mouth.

To me, Sally was still the inexperienced one. Only one man and only a handful of good seeing to's. How she managed to be so expert was beyond me. It came so naturally. As if she'd been born to be a sexual creature. I'd never been that confident so early on. But then I'd been hung up on having small tits and a big arse. Oh god, she was deep-throating him without even gagging. It just made me want to devour her all the more. But not until we were done with his cock.

"Oh god. I'm gonna cum."

"No, you're not."

I was staggered that Sally had such control of him. She squeezed his cock right below the glans and ruined his orgasm. Poor Daniel looked momentarily devastated. Then he was on the rise again.

"Oh fuck."

I went down on him again as soon as Sally came up for air. I so fucking love everything about cock. Daniels in particular. When it's all soft and squishy in my hand. When it's hard and throbbing. I love stroking it with my fingers, licking it, and rubbing the crown along my lips like a giant lipgloss. But most of all, I love when it's filling my mouth, throbbing and hot.

"Holy fuck."

The poor lad was crying tears with his arousal. I got his load. A full mouthful as with a loud gasp his muscles contracted and pumped it onto my tongue so violently I imagined it hurt.

Sally knew the telltale signs and her eyes were locked on me. A big grin on her face as she placed a hand on the back of my head to hold me in place until he'd finished.

"Kiss me."

I lifted my head and we locked lips, opening our mouths with Daniel's cum exchanging back and forth between us before drooling from our mouths with the consistency of egg whites. It was the beginning of a new exploration. Of each other. I wanted Sally's tits in my hands. And I wanted to prize open her tightly closed pussy and taste her juice.

Sally fell back with me clambering over Daniel to lay over her. As we kissed I slid my hands to those tits. They filled my palms. So soft and warm. So sensitive. She writhed and purred as I squeezed them with my fingertips.

I ended our kiss, moving to suck her neck and kiss her around the throat. She was putting her head back, accepting my touch with a rising excitement. I went lower, onto her mounds. Kissing and licking her flesh. I circled a hard nipple. A tiny pink point that cried out to be sucked.

"Oh god."

She bounced beneath me, wrapping her legs around my back as I put my lips around her nipple. I was squeezed tightly to her and I could feel her wet pussy sliding against my belly as she fought to control her heat. My hunger was that of a starving beggar and wanted to taste the seat of her pleasure, to feel the warmth of her fire.

Sally had no inhibitions. She opened her legs for me, her eyes looking down eagerly to see me moving toward her wonderfully neat slit. I put my mouth to it and kissed it.

"Uhhh. Fuck."

She responded instantly, pushing her groin to my mouth. I could smell her. A warm sweetness. Earthy. I tasted her flesh on my lips and my tongue discovered the first leakage of her nectar.

After my first experience with Bonnie, I'd decided I loved a nice pussy almost as much as a cock. It was so different. Where a cock is hard, a pussy is soft and malleable. Both are wonderful, but such a contrast.

Daniel took his opportunity as I buried myself between her thighs. His cock went into me with ease as I spread my legs wide. To be honest, I was surprised he still had it in him after what we'd just done to him.

He shafted me with a moderate rhythm, bouncing on my arse while reaching to cup my tits with his hands.

I brushed my fingers through Sally's pubic hair. Not so different to any man's, but trimmed so neatly it was a wonderful sensation on my fingertips. Then lower, switching between the coarse patch of bush and soft, feminine flesh. So wet and slippery.

"Uhh. That feels so good, Danica. Touch me. Touch me more."

My tongue eased around the delicate opening, finding more of her sweet juices. They flowed with the gentleness of a stream to coat my lips and cover my exploring muscle. I lapped it up, willing more to follow until I could swallow her very essence.

"Oh god. That's so good."

Sally purred, lost in a sexual heaven.

I licked around her clit and pressed two fingers into her. She moaned and arched her hips. Her hands gripped my head and she was grinding against my face, covering me in her wetness. She tasted soo fucking good.

Sally was mesmerised. In ecstasy from my expert work on her pussy, but unable to take her eyes from my brother as he continued to fuck me while looking up at her. I couldn't see him, but I knew. I sensed the link between them. A link that pulled the three of us together in an otherworldly union.

It seemed to go on forever. A rhythmic connection between the three of us, each becoming ever more aroused, sweating and moaning as our animalistic nature stole our senses.

Sally was the first to go.

"Uhh. Fuuck."

She baulked and writhed as if my mouth was holding her in place. Those incredible tits wobbled ahead of my eyes and I reached to squeeze them, sending her even more crazy.

"Fuck. Fuck."

As she subsided from her intense orgasm, I rolled onto my back and waited as Daniel climbed over me. His cock was bouncing, desperate to return to its warm comfortable home in my pussy. Just where I wanted it. My legs came up as he pressed his cock into my hole, sinking deep until his balls were at my arse.

"Uhhh.

Fuck me. Make me cum."

I had my hand on his head, rubbing my fingers through his hair. He was clasping the underside of my thigh, pressing my leg tighter to my chest to spread my access.

"Do it, Daniel. Fuck her," Sally whispered firmly.

She was up, kneeling where she could see us clearly.

"I want to watch you fuck your sister. I want to see your dick going in and out of Danica's tight little pussy."

She so did. I could see the hunger on her face. A need to watch someone else doing it. To see the pleasure on our faces and the beauty of that connection between cock and pussy. That we were brother and sister just made it hotter for her.

Sally fingered herself as we did it. The two of us fucking for her entertainment as much as for our pleasure, both absorbed by seeing her masturbate right next to us. I'd never seen another girl wanking. It was possibly the most erotic thing I've ever watched, made all the better by having a cock easing into me over and over while she did it.

It was fucking amazing to see her fingers moving over soft flesh, glistening in the light with her wetness. I could hear her moans, distinctive from Daniel's grunts, merging with my murmurs of delight.

"Huh. Uh.

Mmmm."

My groin was a pressure cooker, building toward an explosion.

"Uh. Fuck."

Sally was up on her knees, fingers spinning wildly over her clit, her body swaying as she struggled to keep her concentration. Danial fucked me harder.

"Oh fuck."

The damn burst and a tsunami of bliss washed over me. Sally was wide-eyed at my ecstasy and lost it completely, almost toppling onto us as she found her moment and pressed those fingers tightly into her pussy.

"Urh."

Daniel followed almost immediately. Warm cum filled me bringing even more delight. When he rolled away I lay with my legs open, letting his cum dribble from me in full view of a gasping Sally. I wanted her to see. I wanted to feel dirty.

"Mmm."

And I wanted that as well, her fingers reaching up to play with the mess that was my pussy.

Who got to lay in the wet patch was academic as we snuggled down. Everywhere seemed to be soaked in our cum. We just tolerated it. There is no getting away from it, sex is a messy business. Fucking amazing at the time. Not so wonderful when the libido dips and all you are left with is caked cum on your skin and sheets damp from leakage and sweat. And yet somehow, it carried a message all of its own. A reminder of what a dirty little whore I was. I liked it.

"That was wonderful," Sally said with such satisfaction.