All individuals in this story are 18 y/o or older.
Chapter 1
The engorged stiffness of my cock was pleasingly painful. The building orgasm was rapidly approaching inevitability, that precipice of no return. I didn't want to cum. I didn't yet want release from the expanding pleasurable pain centered between my legs. I wanted the intense wave of pleasure to grow.
"It is so real, so wonderful..., so illogical." said silently inside my head.
I enjoyed watching my cock slide in and out of my sister Di's warm, wet, tight pussy, mesmerized as her glistening wet labia stretched and pulled in concert with my thrusts. Her hands pulled at the skin just above her her plump pussy lips, drawing them apart, forcing her clit to stand free of its hood. Her finger slowly circled and teased the moist tissue around the erect nub.
Her small breasts, pushed up between her arms, were high on her chest. They jiggled in concert across her chest in time with the rhythm of our fucking. Her puffy nipples were erect, areolae were tight and pink against the dark tan of her skin. My mouth watered; they looked so suckable and delicious.
"It can't be right. But it is. It's so good!"
Mom lay beside Di, knees bent, spread wide to reveal the pinkness of her exposed vagina as she too held her generous labia widely apart. The index finger of her right hand rapidly flicked at the exposed clitoris. Secretions slowly oozed from her pussy, traced a shiny path across her dark puckered anus, down the shadowed area of her ass crack, and dripped onto the bed. A darkened area of wetness had formed on the sheet below her ass.
I reached over and touched Mom's moist vulva. Her dark anus twitched and contracted as I slid two fingers inside the slippery warmth of her pussy. Her hips thrust repeatedly to meet and bury my hand deeply inside her sex. Her breasts jiggled and swayed on her chest with each thrust. Her large dark nipples contrasting with the creamy white color of her boobs.
The pleasurable sensations of fucking Di expanded as my dick slid in and out of her pussy. The urgency of an impending orgasm was building.
"Wait, no, yes, fuck..."
Disoriented, I tried to stop what I now realized was an inevitable wet dream. No use, I was past that point of no return. Contraction after contraction ejaculated sperm into my sleep shorts. Each contraction intensified as the orgasm took me and each contraction releasing the pleasurable tense pressure centered between my legs.
Awake, breathless, I felt the the gooey mess between my legs begin to cool. As my cock softened, I replayed the fading images and sensations of my dream. A tendril of guilt tugged at my conscience. To hell with guilt, this was one dream worth remembering. I had been amazingly turned on.
Despite that desire, what had seemed so real and had felt so real a few moments before, began to fade into a surreal reality. Di and Mom, so fucking hot in my dream, but so weird in my post-orgasmic let down. Especially Mom. Really? What was wrong with me.
It was early, only a few minutes after 4 am Saturday morning, still dark outside. The wet mess in my underwear now cold and sticky against my skin as I padded toward the bathroom. I was startled by Di as she walked out of her room toward the bathroom.
We both stopped simultaneously. Her eyes sleepily met mine, then dropped down, obviously taking in the large wet area so prominently visible on my underwear. Her head tilted slightly to the side, then without a word, she turned, entered the bathroom, and gently closed the door.
A few moments later, I heard the light tinkle of her urine against the toilet water as she relieved herself. Hearing the tinkling sound of my sister's urine was strangely erotic. I could hear the rattle of the tissue paper being pulled off the roll. I imagined her gently wiping the moisture from her privacy. The sounds of the toilet flushing and water at the sink running as she washed her hands soon followed. The door opened, she briefly hesitated as her eyes again glanced at my crotch. She turned and silently walked back to her room.
A few hours later, I was leaning against the kitchen counter eating yogurt while watching Mom prep stuff for the barbecue later this evening. I couldn't help but flash back on the dream images in my mind of Mom. My eyes were drawn to her breasts, ass and crotch when she she turned from time to time going about her activities.
Very nice. I wondered if in reality her areola were as large and dark, and if her nipples got as plump and erect as they had in my dream. My cock was getting uncomfortably engorged in my shorts as I stole glances, trying to disrobe Mom with my eyes.
The wet dream kept replaying in my mind; seeing the dark thatch between her legs, pussy juices dripping down across the dark rosebud of her anus. I could almost feel of my fingers push between her plump wet labia and slide inside her hot pussy.
My cock began to push its way down my shorts leg.
Mom glanced to her right as she said, "What are you thinking about young lady?"
I looked to my right and saw Di staring at me. I felt a burning blush creep up my neck wondering how long Di had been silently watching me ogle Mom.
Her face was inscrutable as she glanced briefly at Mom and quietly said "Oh, nothing much."
"Hmmm, must be a juicy nothing. I haven't seen you blush like that in ages. And what's up with you Jake? You sure are quiet this morning."
As Mom turned back toward the stove, Di's eyes looked pointedly at the bulge in my shorts leg. Her eyes swiveled and briefly held my eyes, then swept to my crotch again.
"Nothing Mom. Just kind of lost in rambling thoughts," I replied as I quickly looked Di up and down, still wearing her white baby doll pajamas. Her slim shape looked great. Her small breasts gently deformed the front of her top, nipples poking at the soft fabric, the tan of her well toned ames and legs accentuated by the white fabric of her pajamas.
Our eyes met. Di had caught me giving her the once over too.
"What are you up to today Jay?" Di asked, a smirky smile playing across her full lips.
Had Di emphasized the word "up?"
"Playing golf with the guys. In fact, time to go. See you all later." I replied as I made as graceful an exit that my poorly concealed, uncomfortably positioned, chafing hardon would allow.
Distracted, I played so terribly I bailed on the round and my friends after nine holes. I drove home in a black funk. Feeling semi-guilty about my dream, feeling shitty about being caught undressing both Mom and Di with my eyes in the kitchen, feeling shitty about bailing on my friends, I slunk into the house, not really wanting to talk to anyone. I heard music coming from the back yard. I walked quietly through the kitchen into the great room to see what Mom and Di were doing.
Mom and Di were sitting by the pool having a beer and chatting. They both wore bikinis, Mom's white suit looked very good on her 39 year old darkly tanned still youthful body. Full medium sized breasts filled out the bikini top very nicely. Just a hint of softness to her lower abdomen, skin smooth and brown. Her long slim legs were spread wide on the recliner allowing the sun even access to her thighs. My eyes were drawn by the white fabric's smooth downward curve between her thighs. The fabric was stretched against and outlined her plumb labia, the slight indentation of a groove visible between her pussy lips.
Di was wearing her hot pink and extremely skimpy thong bikini. It left very little to the imagination. The top consisted of two triangles of material that curved up from her chest, over her small breasts and ended in points that just covered her nipples. The pink fabric accentuated the gentle curve of her mostly bare breasts. The thong bottom afforded just enough coverage to barely be decent. Cool.
Di stood up, turned and stretched. Her ass cheeks curved smoothly up from her legs with only a hint of a crease where her thighs ended and her ass began. The pink thong exited her ass crack to join the ties that held the bottoms in place. She dove into the pool for a cool down dip and lithely pulled herself up and out of the water to return to the recliner. Her nipples were now erect casting little shadows across her breasts.
Mom pulled her right knee up as she reached down with her right hand to pull at and adjust the crotch of her suit. My cock twitched in response to seeing her pussy lips briefly exposed during the adjustment. They were full, dark and smooth without any visible hair.
The movement of Di's leg brought my attention to her crotch. Her thong had pulled deeply between her now exposed labia. She reached between her legs with both hands to pull it free and reposition the narrow band of fabric over herself.
