At last, it was time. After several weeks of occasional meetings at various restaurants, after several weeks of chatting briefly with her on Saturday nights at the video store, it was time.
Fortunately, I was able to swap my Saturday closing shift for a Friday closing shift, which allowed Regina to come to the house for an evening of play on Saturday. Throughout the day, I was torn between excitement and nervousness. I was barely able to study while my big brother and Master was at work, and when he returned home and tried to start studying himself, he was also not able to concentrate nearly as much on his homework. Ultimately, we both simply gave up, retiring to the sofa.
As I straddled my Master's thighs facing him, I wondered what Regina would think if she were to walk into the living room at that very moment, and see him fully dressed with me – his sister – wearing only a thong and straddling him. Regina knew about our Master/slave relationship, and seemed particularly intrigued that such a relationship would develop between a brother and sister, but to "know" about something and to actually see it can be two different things.
I arched my back a little, pressing more of my breasts into my Master's manipulating hands. My eyes closed, I concentrated more on the sensations emanating outward from my chest, and I wondered if he could feel the quickening rate of my heartbeat.
Eventually, it was time for dinner. I simply made a light salad for us, and we ate slowly and in silence, each of us clearly contemplating the events ahead. We were both quite aware that bringing Regina into our relationship – even for just one night – would almost certainly change our dynamic. In time, we chatted quietly and wonderingly about that, but even though I said that nothing between Victor and me would ever change, deep inside, I wondered just how that could be true once Regina stepped into the house...
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I was just stepping out of my bedroom when I heard the doorbell finally ring. As I descended the stairs, I saw my big brother open the door to reveal her.
Regina looked wonderful. She wore a form-fitting skimpy black dress with black heels, gold earrings, and a gold necklace which plunged into her cleavage. It was a simple outfit, yet it looked marvelously refined, and it certainly wore her quite well.
I watched as she wrapped her fingers over my big brother's shoulder and kissed his cheek, then turned to me as I approached. "You look rather tasty," she acknowledged, then kissed my cheek as well.
While Regina had taken the "refined" option, I had taken the "subtly sexy" option. My breasts strained a little against the slightly-tight black button-down shirt; the red cups of my bra were just barely discernable through the material, adding a hint of subtle sensuality to my appearance. With my hair held back in a ponytail by a red satin ribbon tied into a large bow, my dangling silver earrings were very prominent. The red miniskirt sported a pair of embroidered black Chinese-style dragons near the hem, their lips approaching as if about to kiss, with their long tails wrapping around behind me to form a heart symbol just below my cheeks. My red-painted nails, a light coating of red lipstick, and a pair of black sandals completed my appearance.
"Two truly beautiful women in my house," my big brother commented as he closed and locked the door. "How did I ever get to lucky?"
Regina laughed gaily, while I smiled and blushed a little. I was still quite nervous about becoming sexual with Regina, and I told myself that I could back out if I wanted to. But, deep inside, I did not want to back out of this. Something about Regina drew me in every time I was in her presence, but this time the "something" was even stronger than usual.
Turning to me, my big brother offered his arm, and I gladly accepted. He then turned to Regina and offered his arm again, and she accepted as well. Secretly, I was thankful that he had offered an arm to me first, as that could be a subtle sign to Regina that no matter what, for him, I came first.
We sat on the sofa together, my big brother in the middle as we engaged in idle chatter. Slowly, the volume of our conversation lowered until, finally, we were silent, Regina and I both stroking my big brother's chest and thighs and planting kisses upon his cheek and his neck. Clad entirely in black with his erection quite prominent at the front of his slacks, he leaned back, enjoying our touches as he held us close to him, caressing our shoulders. When his face turned toward me, my lips sought his eagerly, and as my hand glided over his concealed manhood, he moaned softly into my mouth.
Our kiss lengthened, the intensity slowly rising. We both whimpered occasionally, and when I felt both of my big brother's hands upon me, I squealed with delight. It felt so right for him to hold my head in the position he desired, to have my mouth violated by his tongue.
"So beautiful and loving." Regina's silky voice invaded the moment, yet that was nothing compared to the shock I felt when suddenly a third hand was upon me – specifically, upon my thigh, slithering up underneath my miniskirt.
...and to my sheer amazement, my legs parted of their own free will. It did not matter that it was someone other than my big brother stroking my thigh. It did not matter that it was not even a guy stroking my thigh. My legs parted for her, for the third person in what was already a most unusual relationship frowned upon my virtually everyone in society, and when her fingertips finally stroked my sex through the crotch of my thong, she sighed softly, almost certainly in reaction to the wetness gracing her fingers.
Moving as if with a single mind, we all shifted position so that I was on my back, with a leg hooked over the back of the sofa and a leg dangling toward the floor. My big brother knelt beside me, kissing me anew, one hand stroking my hair and the other hand releasing the top few buttons of my blouse to slither inside and fondle my chest through my bra. For her part, Regina also knelt upon the floor, half-laying upon the sofa, holding aside the crotch of my thong and sampling the nectar seeping from between my petals.
I had fantasized about this for years: being the center of attention while two people ensured my pleasure. Yet I had always envisioned two guys doing such naughty things to me. Recently, I had envisioned my big brother somehow cloning himself so that both he and his "copy" were producing the twin sources of delight.
I was definitely glad that my big brother was one of the participants. Without him, I would have been far too nervous to enjoy anything. With his presence, he was the anchor of familiarity, and I subconsciously knew that I could depend on him to protect me, to keep an eye on me to ensure that I was enjoying the experience, and to keep an eye on Regina to ensure that she would not do anything to cause me any kind of distress.
