Twisted Sisters

Please enjoy this new story. It is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. All characters are adults, eighteen or older, and unusually horny.

Taylor VanCannon.

*****

I'd just hung up the phone as Blake, my husband, came in the front door to our 15

th

story condo in Arlington, Virginia. "Hey," I said, glancing up at him.

He set his briefcase down and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tight.

"You're in a good mood," I said. "Good day at work?"

He nodded. "I landed a new account and earned a big fat commission. What do you say we head to shore this weekend... get a nice B&B in Cape May?"

I stepped out of his embrace and led him over to the couch, avoiding eye contact.

"This doesn't look good," he said, taking my hand. "Problems?"

I nodded. "My mom called... she's putting my sister on a red-eye tonight."

"Which sister?"

"Debbie."

Blake was dumbfounded. "She's coming here... to stay with us?"

I shrugged my shoulders and heaved an enormous sigh. "I couldn't say no... Mom insisted it was a serious family emergency."

Blake gave me a dubious look. "For how long?"

"She didn't say... but I think it might be for the rest of the summer, at least until freshman orientation starts at Catholic."

"Catholic University... here?" Blake planted his hands on his hips, arms akimbo, clearly annoyed. "I thought she'd been accepted at the University of Portland."

"She was," I said, "but Catholic was always an option."

"What the fuck, Suzette," he said, exasperated. "What kind of trouble is she in now?"

Blake rarely used my full name, so I could tell he was pissed. Debbie was a wild child and trouble naturally found her. She'd been suspended from school twice, and was lucky she was allowed to graduate. "Mom wouldn't say... just that it would be best for the family if she got out of town."

"Best for who?"

I scowled at my husband. As the oldest of three sisters who grew up in a small town along the Oregon coast, I led the way in causing our parents' grief. Dad was a pharmacist and owned the only drugstore in town... so everyone knew our family. As if this wasn't enough, Mom was the town mayor and Dad was also a deacon in our church. Debbie, my younger sister, was apparently the latest screwup in the family. "Can you blame them?"

Blake shrugged his shoulders. "What about our plans for the summer?"

"We'll make it work... teaching gives me the summer off and she's pretty independent... maybe she'll find a job and she can look after herself."

"Fat chance," Blake said, "you really think she's ready to turn over a new leaf and suddenly become responsible?"

I giggled and snuggled closer to my husband. "Probably not, but let's hope for the best." I ran my fingertips along his thigh, hoping to distract him.

He threaded his fingers through my long brown hair and whispered into my ear. "Do you really think a blow job is going to mollify me?"

I smiled and kissed him tenderly. His lips parted, and I probed his mouth with my tongue. "It's always worked before," I said, unbuckling his pants.

He grinned as I pulled his tie out from under his collar. I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my hands over his muscular, nearly hairless chest. I never tired of his boyish good looks.

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, thick cock. "Am I that predictable?"

I nodded as I knelt between his legs and yanked his pants down to the floor. His cock was just inches from my mouth when he jerked it away.

I looked up at him quizzically.

"If I'm going to agree to this... to letting Debbie staying with us... maybe I should be calling the shots?"

I didn't have the heart to tell him her visit was already a done deal. Blake was usually content to let me take the initiative in our relationship, and I did my best to keep it fresh by anticipating his needs. "Okay," I said seductively, "tell me what's on that nasty mind of yours?" I teased the head of his cock with my tongue, swirling it around to get him nice and wet.

He wrapped his fingers around his cock and pulled it away from my hungry mouth. "Lick my balls."

I tried to hide my look of surprise; for all the times I'd blown him I had no idea licking his balls turned him on. I couldn't resist hamming it up for him. "Your wish is my command... master." I left a trail of glistening saliva as I worked my way down his shaft, then extended my tongue and gingerly used the tip to toy with his plump ball sacks.

"I like that," he said, "now suck on them... one at a time."

I did as he asked, filling my mouth with one of his swollen balls and sucking it into my mouth as far as I could.

He tapped my forehead with his cock to let me know it was time to switch balls.

Being told how to please him turned me on and I discretely slipped my hand down inside my panties. It came as no surprise that I was wet... very wet.

He lifted his feet and brought them up to rest on my shoulders, opening himself up to my probing tongue. I lavished his balls with my wet tongue as he spread my saliva along his hard shaft.

"Suzi," he said in a plaintive voice, "go lower."

I gazed up at him, realizing that lower could only mean one thing.

He sensed my hesitation. "Please," he said, hoping that he hadn't pushed me too far.

I took a deep breath and slid my finger deeper into the wet folds of my pussy. If I denied him now... our entire summer might go up in smoke. The touch of my finger on my clit sent a wave of pleasure through my body... and gave me the courage to press on. I used my free hand to nudge his legs open until I could see into the dark crack of his ass. I closed my eyes and tentatively probed below his balls with the tip of my tongue.

He moaned and stroked his hard cock while I probed my cunt with a finger.

I discreetly sniffed, fearful I might be in for something unpleasant. Fortunately, all I could smell was his cologne, and I wondered how long he'd been planning this little adventure. I pressed on, probing the depths of his ass crack with my tongue.

"Oh fuck, Suzi," he said. "That feels so hot... keep going."

I knew what

keep going

meant, so I pressed my face into his ass crack and rimmed his asshole with my slippery tongue. I pushed a second finger up into my throbbing cunt.

"Fuck, Suzi," he bellowed, "that's gonna make me come."

Me too

, I would have said if my tongue wasn't busy probing his tight pucker.

We came together. Blake erupted, furiously jacking cum everywhere while my body convulsed with pleasure.

As I came down from my orgasmic high, I lifted my head and gave his oozing cock a gentle kiss. "That was... different."

He smiled and ran his fingers through my hair. "Did I push you too far?"

I giggled. "At first... but then I couldn't stop myself. Do you realize that we both watched each other come?"

He nodded and wrapped his legs around me.

I gazed up at his body and giggled. "Not to mention that you just gave yourself a facial."

"Cute," he said, scooping a drop of cum from the end of his nose and offering it to me.

I opened my mouth and sucked his cum off his finger. "Mmmm," I said, licking my lips. "Want me to finish the job?"

He nodded and pulled me to my feet.

I bent down, licked his shaft clean, then I sucked up the few remaining drops I could squeeze out of his limp cock. From there, I hoovered up several long trails of cum stretching up his torso.

He lifted my chin with his fingers. "Show me."

I opened my mouth and swirled his sticky cum in my mouth before gulping it down. "Like that," I said, grinning from ear to ear.

He nodded and licked his lips. "Save some for me."

I straddled his lap and took my time toying with the cum splatters on his face, teasing out long threads of his sticky goo before sucking it into my mouth. When I finished, he grabbed a handful of my long hair and pulled me to his lips.

I parted my lips and let him suck his cum out of my mouth. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever done... and I was loving every minute of it. I gave him a devilish grin. "Shall we switch positions?"

He took a deep breath. "Are you suggesting what I think you are?"

I winked. "Maybe I'll like it as much as you did." I rolled off him and leaned back on the couch, giving him room to kneel in front of me. I opened my legs. "Do you want to try it?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "First, show me your tits?"

I bit down on my lower lip and seductively unbuttoned my blouse, then leaned forward and unhooked my bra. My creamy white skin showed no signs of last summer's tan lines. My generous breasts tumbled out from under my bra. I kept my gaze locked on his as I cupped my breasts and rolled my hard nipples between my fingertips.

"That's so fucking hot, Suzi," he said. "You're gonna get me hard... again."

I reached for his hands and placed them on my breasts. "Want to see more?"

He tugged on my hard nipples and nodded.

"Watch closely." I lifted my ass and slipped off my shorts and panties, drawing my knees up so I could roll them down my legs and expose my hairy ass crack to his wandering eyes.

"I'll never tire of that view," he said, weaving his fingers through my thick, hairy bush. "Show me your clit."

I grinned as I spread the lips of my pussy with both hands until my glistening little pearl emerged from its hiding place.

He bowed his head and licked it, sending a wave of pleasure through my body.

I ran my fingers through his short, spiky hair and pulled his face into my open gash. "Mmmm," I cooed, as his tongue lashed the length of my pink slit. I knew what he wanted and was eager to give it to him. "Go down... just like I did."

He stared at my ass crack as he lifted my legs until my knees squished into my breasts.

Aroused, I couldn't resist showing off for him. I slipped a finger into my cunt to get it dripping wet, then spread my slippery juices down into my ass crack.

"Damn, Suzi," he said, "I've never seen you this fucking nasty before."

I bit down on my lower lip and tickled my asshole with the tip of my wet finger. "Mmmm, I'm just getting started..."

He lowered his head and licked my ass crack from bottom to top, adding his warm saliva to my glistening juices.

"Ohhh," I moaned, "I want your tongue... now."

He rimmed my asshole, tracing concentric circles that grew smaller and smaller until the tip of his tongue pressed against my tight little pucker.

The intense pleasure surprised me, and I flicked my raging clit with the tip of my finger. "Push it in... make me come... again."

He forced his tongue into me, nearly sending me over the edge.

I thrust two fingers into my cunt and furiously stroked myself while my body bucked against his probing tongue.

"Oh... Oh... Oh," I screeched as my hand took on a life of its own, pounding my cunt like a pile driver.

He pushed harder, wiggling more of his tongue into my ass.

"Fuck," I screeched, "I'm so close... so close..." My body convulsed in a mind blowing orgasm, forcing an eruption of fluid that splashed over my husband's face.

I gasped for breath as I squirted his face with each throbbing pulse of my orgasm.

"Jeez, Suzi," he said, licking my fluid off his lips. "What the fuck was that?"

I'd heard about women squirting, but never experienced it myself. "What's it taste like?"

"Like your pussy," he said, wiping his face and licking his fingers. "Are you ready for my cock?"

I knew this moment would come... and now I was ready for it. "I know what you want... but I want to hear you say it."

He stuck his finger in his mouth to get it wet, then pressed the tip up against my tight asshole. "I want to fuck you... fuck you in the ass."

I gasped as his finger entered my tight hole.

"Too much?" he asked.

I sucked in a deep breath and shook my head.

He slipped his thumb up into my cunt to get it wet, then drew more of my slippery juices down into my ass crack.

"Mmmm," I cooed, "try two fingers."

He locked his eyes on mine as he slipped a second finger into my tight ass. There was no disguising the unexpected pleasure it gave me as he stroked his fingers in and out of me.

"I'm ready," I said, "give it to me... give me your hard cock... right up my ass."

He rose on one foot and slipped himself into my sopping wet pussy.

I moaned softly. "Hurry, before I change my mind."

He positioned the head of his slick cock against my asshole.

I tugged on the underside of my thighs and pulled my legs open as far as they would go. "Push," I said, my voice cracking.

He forced his cock into me, easily slipping in to my slippery ass with a single thrust.

It knocked the breath out of me, and I gasped for air.

He paused, waiting for me to catch my breath, then slowly pumped my ass several times. "Can you come again?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Don't worry about me... I want to watch you come."

He smiled and picked up his pace, thrusting his cock in and out of my tight hole.

I watched his lust filled eyes with fascination. I'd never seen such a look of determination on his face, and wondered why he'd never asked for this before.

"Oh fuck, Suzi," he said, breathlessly, "I'm getting close."

I'd heard about anal orgasms before, but it never occurred to me they might be real. "Me too," I said, squeezing down on his cock.

"Here it comes," he shouted, pulling out of my ass and aiming his throbbing cock at my gaping mouth.

I reached for my clit just as a subtle orgasm washed over my rigid body. I kept it alive with my fingertip while I watched my husband blow his load.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck..." he shouted as a rope of cum hurtled towards my face.

Amused that it was my turn to get a facial, I couldn't help giggling as I bobbed and weaved to catch rope after rope of his sticky white cum.

With his cock drained, he collapsed onto my body, nestling his head between my heaving breasts.

I withdrew my finger from my clit and wrapped my arms around him, holding him tightly to my chest. I could feel our hearts pounding in unison as we gasped for air.

When we'd finally calmed down, he lifted his head and gave me a tender, cummy kiss.

I smiled. "Did you like that?"

He nodded and got to his feet.

I stood beside him and gazed out our picture window at the Potomac River snaking into the setting sun. "So," I asked, "my sister coming to visit might be a good thing?"

He chuckled. "If that's a preview of things to come... you'll get no argument from me."

*****

I sat at the dining table nursing a beer, waiting for Blake to get home from work. I glanced up when I heard the door open.

"Hey," he said, balancing two pizzas while he held his briefcase and kicked the door closed with his foot. "Where's Debbie?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "She just got up... I think she's in the shower."

He glanced at his watch. "She slept all day... what gives?"

"Not sure. She was in a shitty mood when I picked her up at the airport; she didn't say a word all the way home."

"Great," Blake said, rolling his eyes. "Sounds like this summer's off to a fantastic start." He glanced at my beer. "Got one of those for me?"

I nodded and retrieved one from the fridge. I stood and gave him a peck on the cheek, then licked his ear. "It's not all bad... remember yesterday?"

He handed me the pizza and squeezed my ass. "I won't forget

that

anytime soon."

"Why don't

you

tell her dinner is ready while I'll serve it up?"

"Okay," he said, eyeing me cautiously. "What makes you think she'll talk to me?"

"Who knows," I said, "it couldn't be any worse than the reception I got."

Blake disappeared down the hall while I set the table. It surprised me to hear Debbie laughing as she trailed him into the dining room. I set the open pizza boxes on the table. "Feeling better?"

"Hey, Sis," she said, giving me a hug. "I'm sorry about this morning... it's been a rough few of days."

"No problem," I said as I returned her embrace. I stepped back and held her hands, taking a good look at her. Freshly scrubbed and without makeup, she was the picture of innocence; hard to imagine our parents had given her the boot. I hadn't seen her since our wedding two years ago. She had grown considerably and appeared noticeably taller than me. Her ruffled crop top hung loosely off her perky breasts and barely concealed the underside of her milky white globes. Her stone washed shorts rode low and tight, exposing her taut abs and pierced belly button. There was no disguising the feminine figure she had grown into. So much for innocence. "You look great... and you're taller than me."

She laughed. "Tell me about it... I'm taller than most of the boys at school." She glanced at Blake. "Bet I'm taller than you, too."

"Too close to call," Blake said, taking a seat at the table and guzzling his beer.

I laughed; if anything, Blake was shorter than me. I retrieved two more beers from the fridge.

Debbie smiled up at me and ran her fingers through her damp hair. It was dirty blond and cut just off her shoulders. It was a good, youthful look for her. "For me?"

I frowned. "No, they're for us; get yourself a soft drink."

"Darn," she said, putting on a pouty face.

"Pizza's ready," I said, ignoring her response.

"I'm famished," Debbie said, taking two slices from each box. "These are my favorites, Hawaiian and Meat Lovers."

After watching her wolf down four slices, my curiosity got the best of me. "Are you going to tell us what's going on... I mean, why did Mom and Dad send you out here? She made it sound like you had to get out of town."

She looked up at me, then over at Blake. "Mom didn't tell you?"

"Nope," I said, "and asking her seemed like a terrible idea."

"It's a long story..." She let her words trail off, hoping I'd let it go.

I beckoned her with my fingers. "And?" I asked, doing my best to drag an answer out of her.

She shrugged her shoulders, but remained silent.

Frustrated, and slightly buzzed after two beers, I said, "Would a cold beer help loosen your tongue?"

"It might," she said, surprised by the unexpected offer.

I nodded to Blake, and he promptly fetched a beer.

Debbie guzzled half the bottle before finally speaking. "Do you remember Jimmy Jameson?"

"Yeah," I said, rolling my eyes. "Wasn't he the little dweeb that worked at Dad's store during the summer?"

She glared at me.

"Sorry," I said, "but you could date any boy in school... why would you get mixed up with a nerd like Jimmy?"

She laughed. "True, I could've dated any boy I wanted... just as long as they could get past Dad. In fact, if I remember right, you had more than a little trouble with Dad when you brought Blake home to meet him."

It was true. My parents took an instant dislike to Blake, even though I'd been secretly dating him for months. They only eased up when we threatened to elope. "That's right," I said, "but I was a junior in college then, and there wasn't much they could do about it. So, they gave you a hard time?"

"No shit," she said, "ever since Kari got knocked up... they watch me like a hawk."

Kari, our middle sister, was a nightmare for our parents. At twenty, she was still living at home when she got pregnant. It was a major embarrassment to our Catholic parents, and they banished her to a home for unwed mothers to have the baby. "Oh," I said to Debbie, "sorry you had to bear the brunt of her screw up... how is she?"

"Okay," she said, wistfully. "She calls me every other week. She seems happy... they even have her helping out with the younger girls."

"That's good," I said. "I forget, where did they send her?"

"A convent outside of Pittsburg. The Sisters run a residential home... you know, for troubled girls. I really miss her."

"Me too," I said, although I hadn't seen her since our wedding. "How far along is she?"