Author’s note: This can be read as a stand-alone story, at least after reading the introductory paragraphs for background. But perhaps it might work better after reading Chapter 1, which can be found on this site by clicking on the link at the end of this story. Sorry, readers, that it took me a while to post this. I’ve been busy in my real work.
Let me tell you a little bit about my brother Bill. I’ve been following him down a trail that has led to some pretty wild times. But for the most part I can’t complain. First, thanks to Bill getting her warmed up, I managed to bag my kinky sister Marcie, a curvy, little nineteen-year-old blonde. I’ve been fucking her ever since. Bill and I also had a wild fuck party with her, during which we twisted and turned her tanned, toned body every way but loose. She loved it just as much as we did.
Now that—that was good. And it was just as good when later Bill had me over to his house, and we ended up watching porn movies, getting a little tipsy, and then sweet-talking his wife Gina into fulfilling her fantasy of being double-fucked. Better yet, Gina is just as gorgeous as Marcie. She’s an Italian fantasy girl—tall, wild mane of dark hair, creamy olive skin, big, proud breasts, flat belly, and a round ass that looks great in a tiny pair of white panties. And, man, did she look good that night all stretched out on a red satin sheet, with her thighs spread and her crotch pointed at me, while looking at me with wild eyes, and waiting for me to help her husband drive her crazy.
So, I shouldn’t complain, right? I was a college student living the kind of sex life that a young guy can only dream about. But I was worried that my brother was going to blow our set up. The whole thing involved secrets. Marcie didn’t know about Gina, and vice versa. I didn’t think Marcie was going to want anyone, even Gina, knowing that she’d been fucking her brothers. And I have this feeling that Gina wasn’t going to like knowing that behind her back her husband was fucking his own sister.
But Bill wanted to move the story along, to bring everything out into the open. He wanted to have another fuck party, but this time with all four of us involved. He said it would be the wildest time yet—think of all the things we could do. Well, of course I could imagine quite a few things, so even though I wasn’t convinced it was a good idea, I went along with his plan.
It was decided that we would borrow our father’s cabin cruiser for a weekend, and we would go from there. So on Saturday morning Marcie and I drove out together and met Bill and Gina at the Marina. Though she didn’t let on, Marcie was a little surprised to see Gina. As planned, I had told her that Gina probably wouldn’t be coming, that it was going to be just her, Bill and me. She had been primed and ready for some all-night, threesome fun. I saw the same look of disappointment in Gina’s eyes. Bill must have told her something similar.
While we loaded up the boat and got ready to head out, I was worried about how the girls would react. But as the Florida sun warmed my face, I forgot about all it. When we were a couple of miles from shore, Bill cut the engine, and we dropped anchor. He popped the tops of a couple of Coronas, and we sat on deck chairs in the cockpit, enjoying the gentle swaying of the boat. “Well, what do you think? Could it get any better?” he said.
My eyes followed his down to the deck below. Marcie and Gina had stripped down to their bathing suits and were soaking up all the sun they could on what might be one of the last sunny days of the year. Marcie was stretched out on her stomach, wearing a bikini that consisted of nothing but three little, neon pink, triangles with flimsy strings holding it up. If you didn’t look closely, you might think she was naked because the back consisted of nothing but a piece of string that ran between the cheeks of the round hump of her butt.
Although wearing a one-piece, Gina looked just as fine. The front of her suit had a deep Vee that tapered down past her naval and stopped just above her pubic hair. The top lifted and pushed her breasts in, revealing almost everything but her nipples. She was lying on her back, looking up toward us. Because of her sunglasses, I couldn’t tell if she was looking at me. I wondered if she could see how turned on I was, how much I wanted to fuck her again.
We mixed up a pitcher of Margaritas and went down on deck, where we all sat laughing and talking about this and that. Suddenly, Gina stood up and said to me, “I’m going to get in the water. How about it, Tim, want to get in with me?”
I figured this might be a way to get things started, so I stripped off my shirt and dived in after her. As I swam around the boat, I tried to see what Bill and Marcie were up to, but I couldn’t see because of the railing. In a little bit, I saw Marcie’s blonde-streaked hair bobbing up and down in a slow rhythm. Meanwhile, head down, swimming in a strong crawl back toward the boat was Gina. I met her at the ladder and stopped her, hoping to make a little noise and give Bill and Marcie time to get themselves together. “Having fun?” I said.
“Yeah,” she said. She lowered her voice and said, “But I didn’t know Marcie was going to be here. Bill kind of led me to believe it was going to be just you.”
“I couldn’t say no. I mean, what was I supposed to tell her? She couldn’t come because the three of us were going to … you know.” I cupped one of her cheeks in my hand and pulled her up tight against me.
She blushed and said, “Yeah, I know. It’s all I could think about on the way out here. My panties were soaked by the time we got to the dock.” She gasped when she felt my hard dick probing at her pussy. Our eyes met and suddenly we were in a deep kiss that went on and on until we were hunching against each other frantically. I adjusted my cock so that it was centered up against where I thought her pussy was and began to move it gently back and forth. She moaned in response and laid her head on my shoulder and whispered that it had led to the best sex that Bill and she’d ever had, that they’d been “fucking morning, noon, and night.”
“Maybe, we’ll find a way to get together later,” I said.
“I don’t think so, not with Marcie here.” She thought for a moment and then giggled. “It’s too bad you didn’t bring someone else, someone who likes to play. The way I feel right now I’d give Bill his favorite fantasy.”
“Oh yeah? What is it?”
“He’s dying to watch me do another guy while he’s fucking another girl. I hope when we do it, you’re the other guy.”
I wondered what she would think if she knew Marcie was exactly the kind of girl that did like to play. Bill and Marcie were stretched out together on some beach towels. I grinned because I figured Bill was lying on his stomach to hide his hard on. After Gina and I dried off, we lay down on the towels with them.
Everything was really quiet, abnormally so, until Marcie said, “Would one of you guys rub some lotion on my back?”
Bill said, “I’ll do it since I’m the closest.”
“I guess that leaves you to do me, Tim,” Gina said, turning toward me and giving me a sly smile.
Bill and I poured a generous portion of oil into our hands, pausing to let it warm. They both gave a groan of appreciation as we began to knead the lotion into their neck and shoulders. A couple of times I ran my slicked up hands up underneath the V of Gina’s suit to touch the sides of her breasts. Bill just looked at me and grinned because what he was doing to Marcie could hardly be called a massage. He slid his hands down to her nearly naked ass and began oiling it down, making it glisten in the afternoon sunlight. He winked at me and lifted the little triangle covering her blonde pussy.
Marcie bit her lip and purred in pleasure when he eased a finger inside. She turned her head to Gina and tried to act as if nothing were going on. “Your husband’s hands feel so good. You’re a lucky woman.”
“Well, Tim’s no slouch,” Gina said as my hands slid up under the bottom of her suit. Within a couple of minutes I had two fingers in her pussy, finger fucking her in the same rhythm Bill was using on Marcie.
Bill and I grinned at each other. We knew that both girls thought they were getting away with something, putting something over on the other one. But they didn’t have a clue. I guess Marcie thought I was watching Bill finger her, and Gina thought Bill was watching me do her. When I found her G-spot, Gina gasped, but immediately put an end to the game when she brushed my hand away and rolled over onto her back.