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  “And we’re making your favourite apple pie,” she said, blowing another kiss and gently closing the door.

  9

  Angela snuck along the landing. She could hear the bed squeaking in her room. In spite of all she had seen and done so far that weekend, the sight of her little sister on hands and knees being slammed into a pillow still shocked her. The view was from the side of the mating couple. Tanya’s face was turned away. Mark was holding the back of her neck and thrusting into her, his body slapping against her bottom and jolting her little breasts. He was drawing back slowly then thrusting hard. Tanya let out a moan as he pounded against her again.

  Her pants had of course been removed. They were on the floor. Her dress was bunched right up to her neck. Another powerful thrust had Mark jammed hard against her with his head tossed back and a strained expression twisting his face.

  “That’s it – he’s done,” a voice whispered at Angela’s shoulder.

  Paul was there, yawning and looking dishevelled form a pillow. Angela claimed his hand and led him away from the door before her sister realized they had been watching. “Wait, I need the bathroom,” he said, pulling her into the common one next to the room where Jack was.

  “I don’t want to come in and watch,” she complained in horror at the thought.

  “No – I’m only brushing my teeth.” Paul grinned. “Come on, the guys told me you gave them another kiss. I want one too, but I need to brush first.”

  “Oh,” Angela said, blushing a bit. She liked that he wanted to brush before kissing her. That was nice. She leaned back against the wall gripping a towel rail behind her back and watched him scrub his mouth vigorously.

  He approached, wiping his face on a hand towel. She bit her lip, peering up at him. “Sexy,” he said, grinning and glancing down at her breasts.

  “Uh huh….”

  He lifted her chin and pressed his lips to hers. There was a door beside where she was leaning. It adjoined the small bedroom. Jack was right there on the other side of the thin wall, and she knew he would not be sleeping yet.

  “Do you like my dress, Paul?” she asked, loud enough that he would hear. “Do you like how see-through it is?”

  “I like it,” Paul answered, also speaking normally, his deep voice resonating in the small room.

  Even the sound of his kiss was loud. Angela deliberately moaned into his mouth. She scuffled her elbow against the wall.

  “Your nipples are dark. I always wondered, but you never show them,” Paul said. “You’re always very well covered – conservative.”

  “I know…. I still will be after this too. Don’t you like mystery?”

  “Oh, I like it. You’re all class, Ang…. Makes this all the more exciting.”

  “Good,” she said. “I’m excited too.”

  His powerful thigh was flexing between hers. She couldn’t help lowering onto it and allowing pressure against her sex. He lifted his leg slightly and helped her. “Jack said no touching, but that isn’t touching, right? As long as I don’t use my hands.”

  “That’s okay. It’s nice with your leg between mine like that,” she answered for Jack’s benefit.

  Paul kissed her harder, searching her mouth with his tongue. His thigh continued to flex and soften. He was rubbing her very deliberately with it. She was going to orgasm again if he kept it up. She pressed against his rippling taut belly, scuffling the wall inadvertently now. She broke off another kiss and whispered to him. “You’re going to make me cum if you don’t stop.”

  He grinned. “Good.”

  Angela clung to him as he lifted her, spreading her legs and getting between them. He held her against the wall and ground his covered erection against her crotch. “Like that?” he groaned into her mouth. “Do you like that, Ang?”

  “Uh huh…. Just slow like that, Paul. I can feel you so nicely.”

  “I can feel you through those little panties too, Ang. You feel so fucking wet.”

  Angela’s orgasm hit. She clung to Paul’s shoulders, her legs wrapped around him. The head of his dick was poking into her, their clothing restricting the penetration. He adjusted his position to keep the head of his penis in place, humping slowly with his pelvis. She relaxed and allowed that. His hands were beneath her bottom, his fingers spreading her pussy lips open.

  Mark walked past the open door, fixing his clothing. Angela squirmed from Paul’s clutches. “I need to go and check on my sister,” she said and left Paul standing there holding his cock, the front of his pants quite wet. “You can do that more later,” she tossed back over her shoulder with a grin.

  Angela hurried to her room and closed the door. Tanya was in the bathroom. There was an open condom packet and used condom on the bedside table. “Hey, Tan – what about this apple pie?”

  Tanya flushed and came out. “I know – I came back, but you were being groped and kissed, so I didn’t want to disturb.” She flopped on the bed. “That’s it. No more sex with me today. I’m exhausted,” she huffed.

  Angela found her blue bikini in her bag and stripped her dress to put it on. She had a little floral beach dress that she pulled out of her bag as well. “It’s dangerous getting around here half-dressed. Those guys ARE horn dogs.”

  “Tell me about it. I’m going to be sore tomorrow. But it’s because of these stupid things.” She grabbed the condom and lay back down. Angels flopped beside her. She felt the full end of the condom too. It was still warm.

  “Eww,” she said, screwing up her nose.

  Tanya just smiled. She had the knot undone. She put the open end in her mouth and lifted the end making the gooey fluid pool against her closed lips.

  “No!” Angela cried. “Don’t you dare!”

  Tanya continued grinning with her eyes. She parted her lips softly, and the contents of the condom leaked into her mouth. She got up on an elbow and opened to show Angela the thick stringy pool under her tongue.

  “You’re disgusting!” Angela scolded, but she also grabbed her sister’s ribs and tickled her. “You little tramp. You’ve been watching that nasty Vera too much already.”

  Tanya was squirming and laughing and squealing as best she could with her mouth full. She let out a clear squeal and Angela relented. Tanya sat up, swallowing at the taste of the semen it seemed.

  “Well, you can’t just waste it. It takes them so much effort to make such a tiny – not even mouthful – of semen, and you’re just going to toss it in the trash? Here – do you want a taste?” Tanya asked teasingly. She had poked the condom inside-out.

  Angela frowned. Actually she did want to taste it.

  “Go on – it can’t hurt you,” her sister said more seriously.

  “Alright, but give it to me. I’m not licking it off your fingers…. I’m sure the guys would love that.”

  “Careful, there’s still some in there,” Tanya said, pinching the deflated tube with her nails and keeping a small pool of fluid captured in the narrow extended end.

  Angela took the thing, keeping that bit upright. The latex was wet. She recognised the same smell as from Jack. The semen wasn’t from Jack, though, and that made her belly tingle as she took the little nodule on the end into her mouth and tasted the fluid that seeped from it onto her tongue.

  “That’s so hot. Don’t waste any,” Tanya said, watching closely.

  Angela was blushing, but she poked her fingers into the tube and spread them while she licked the semen from it. She rolled her eyes at her sister. “Don’t worry – I know what a guy’s cum tastes like. I probably should have done this with Jack’s all the while we were using condoms – now that you mention how much effort it takes them to produce this stuff,” she giggled. She shook the condom off her fingers at her sister. “Eww – now my fingers are wet, and that would be from you. That really is yucky!”

  She went to the bathroom and washed her hands, licking her lips and still swallowing at the strong taste in her mouth. “Bet they wouldn’t want to kiss us now,” she scoffed as she flop
ped back on the bed.

  “So – is it different to Jack’s?”

  “It’s different because it’s not Jacks…. I think it tastes about the same, but it feels nice knowing I have a couple of billion little sperm from a different guy swimming around in my mouth right now. Or at least that’s what I imagine as long as I can still taste it like this.” Angela blushed at the next bit of that thought. “Too bad he doesn’t know I licked up his cum.”

  Tanya giggled. “Or that I drank it. At least Stan got to watch me do it with his.”

  “Stan! He’s bad! He was more than kissing me down there before.”

  “Oh, really? He was kissing you DOWN THERE?”

  “No!” Angela giggled. “I mean kissing me down there ‘in the kitchen’…. Only he also felt me up and tried to have a look down the front of my pants.”

  “Mmm – nice. Are they allowed to do that?”

  “I don’t know. Not really. Although I was wondering if you might help out with that a bit. But only if you want to.”

  “Oh, I want to. I want them to do with you what they’re doing with me. But help out, how? What should I do?”

  “Well, the thing is, it’s not really fair to Jack with me being bad and him just having to sit there watching.”

  Tanya grinned. “So, you want him to be bad too? Awesome!”

  “Do you know what I’m saying, though?” Angela blushed.

  “Um…. Yes. Unless you want him turning gay, I’m thinking I’m the only one here off limits to him.”

  Angela nodded. She didn’t want to have to actually say anything. She was pleased her little sister didn’t usually need things pointed out. She was very quick witted.

  “How bad?” Tanya asked pointedly. “I wouldn’t mind letting him…” She raised her eyebrows. “I think he’s hot, and what’s one more horn dog wanting to pull my pants down?”

  “You think Jack’s hot?”

  “Yeah – of course. As if I’d let my big sister settle for anything less.”

  Angela kissed her sister’s cheek. “Thanks, Tan. You’re a good sport…. But he’s not allowed to have sex with you…. I mean – you’re allowed, but he’s not, if that makes any sense. I know what it’s like when a guy starts touching you and kissing you. If it went any further I’d be angry with him, not you…. I think it’s a man’s responsibility to keep control if he’s going to start pressing our buttons and making us all swoony and wobbly-legged. And Jack’s pretty good at that, so watch out.”

  “So, he’s allowed to touch?” Tanya asked softly. “I mean – if I want to let him?”

  Angela blushed a little again. She nodded, biting her lip. “The guys want to touch me, so it would be only fair if I let him go that far.”

  “Okay. I’ll let him kiss me and feel me up – and down,” Tanya said suggestively, rolling her eyes down. “This is getting to be so fun! You have to come out to the pool with me, though, Ang. I want to go topless for Mr. donkey dick but not by myself.”

  “I know. We’re going to. But not with the guys around. They’d get all silly and spoil it.”

  “So – how, then? As soon as they look out the window and see up topless they’ll be in the pool in two seconds flat.”

  “I know. I don’t know how to get rid of them for an hour, but I’m going to tell Jack to do it somehow. I’ll tell him he has to take them down the pub so we can clean the house in peace or something. It will only take us ten minutes to vacuum, and then we can go and tease Mr. Peters.”

  “Awesome! When?”

  “When Jack wakes up. He’s having a sleep. Plus we have to make the apple pie.”

  “Oh, yeah! Let’s go, then!”

  “No, wait…. What if the guys want to kiss us again? Can you still taste Mark’s cum?” Angela cupped her hand over her mouth and nose and checked her breath. “Yes – smelly breath. We better brush.”

  The girls lined up at the bathroom basin and brushed their teeth. “I need to put on my bikini too,” Tanya said. “Are you going to wear the top until we get in the pool?”

  “Yeah, but I’m thinking about taking it off until then. I was going to stay like this to keep the guys quiet for a while, but I’m changing my mind. I might wear this dress with just panties instead…. What are you going to wear? The guys love that halter-neck with all the side-boob going on,” Angela giggled.

  “I know, but I’ve got a better one. Look!” Tanya pulled a pink and white chequered dress from her bag. It was wrinkled but not too bad. She stripped off and stepped into it – another halter-neck that she slipped her head through and tugged down straight. “See – this one’s not stretchy, so it opens away more at the side.”

  “Ooh, Tan! It shows nipple!”

  “I know. I HAVE to wear a bra with this, but you said my mosquito bites are sexy for the guys, didn’t you?”

  “Yeah, of course…. But how am I going to get any attention with you wearing that?”

  They both giggled at their plans to tease the guys. They helped each other choose panties. Their dresses were both higher than mid-thigh and quite breezy.

  “And lipstick,” Tanya said. “We better make our lips look kissable.”

  “Oh, yeah – good idea. What have you got?”

  They checked each other’s cosmetics stash and applied mascara and eyeliner as well as the lipstick. Neither of them needed anything more. They both remained barefooted.

  “Come on, let’s go,” Angela said, taking her little sister’s hand and leading her back down the stairs.

  They were rolling pastry and stewing apples when Stan came into the kitchen. He looked them both over quite blatantly. Tanya’s arm was raised as she stirred the apples. From the same angle of Stan’s view, Angela could see her small breast fully. Stan turned and looked at Angela’s breasts too. Her dress was a spaghetti string light cotton one that hugged her to the waist and fanned out into a broad skirt. The bodice shaped to her breasts. The way they fell and their movement made it obvious they were unfettered beneath the garment. Her nipples were not as distinct because of the bright floral print, but they were distinguishable when firm.

  “Those look good,” Stan said, resting back against the breakfast counter. “You girls are so frigging hot.”

  They both smiled, glancing at each other.

  “We could wear our nightdresses before bedtime tonight if you guys want,” Angela said. “How would you like that?”

  “Mine’s really short,” Tanya said.

  “Mine’s see-through.” Angela stepped beside him and reached up to a cupboard for sugar. Stan looked her over from behind. He felt her bottom. She paused, holding the sugar jar.

  “Don’t get too close to the trolls, Ang,” Tanya warned.

  “Trolls?” Stan asked, taking hold of Angela’s hips from behind.

  “Uh oh,” she said to her sister.

  “Yeah, you guys are the trolls,” Tanya explained. “If we try and walk past, you grab us…. You got grabbed, Ang, I can’t watch – sorry.”

  “Yeah – you shouldn’t have tried to pass, Ang,” Stan said.

  He cuddled her closer. She put the sugar jar on the counter and peered back up at him. He met her lips, kissing her softly as he took her hand. “I’ll bring her back in a few minutes,” he said to Tanya.

  “Okay, but not too long. We’re busy here,” she said.

  Angela remained silent as she was led from the kitchen. Stan took her into the dining room, adjacent the kitchen. He pulled out a chair and sat down, guiding Angela to sit upon his lap. “Okay, but I’ve only got a few minutes,” she said.

  He nodded. His gaze lowered to her chest. He had an arm around her waist with that hand clutching her side. His thumb was touching the underside of her breast and stroking softly. “You’ve got nice tits, Ang. Always wanted to say….”

  She smiled. “Thanks.” The string from her shoulder was hanging down her arm. He hooked a finger in it and tugged, steadily peeling the fabric down. She slipped her arm through. “Not all the way
down, though,” she said to him. He nodded, then he slipped the string from her other shoulder, and she removed her arm from it.

  He grinned up at her. “Say when, okay?”

  She nodded, biting down on her smile. He pulled the two strings, peeling the fabric slowly. The white skin of her breasts had goose-bumps. It quivered upon her breath. The fabric stretched as she filled her lungs. Her nipples were almost revealed when she said it. “When!”

  He stopped, lifting to meet her eyes then cupping the back of her head as he met her lips again. She opened for him, and he inserted his tongue. He searched her mouth with it, lifting her in his arms and carrying her to a settee by the phone table. He laid her back in it. He sat on the edge of the seat facing her. Her legs were bent up, the skirt of her dress crumpling on her belly. She kept her knees together.

  Stan looked her over slowly. He tugged the edges of her dress where it had folded back up. He pulled it down until her nipples were just covered again. He kissed the top of one breast, then the other, nipping and nibbling lower to the top edge of her dress. His hand closed over her thigh, squeezing. She stroked his short sandy hair, nurturing him close and drawing in another breath as he opened his mouth and sucked on her soft skin.

  “I better go back,” she said to him.

  He nodded, kissing across to her other breast. “Just let me um….” He didn’t finish but his hand moved up her thigh and his strong fingers pressed into the crotch of her panties. She gripped the seat and lifted her hips. He looked into her eyes and she parted her lips, panting slightly.

  “That’s nearly too much,” she whispered. His fingers were massaging in a rotating fashion. They were between her labia. They pressed upward and touched her clit. She bit down on her lip, still holding his gaze. Her eyes rolled. “Um – Stan….” she uttered, almost in protest but not quite yet. She squeezed her thighs together. He bent to her lips, and she opened for him and accepted his tongue, but she also clutched his arm and held on ready to squirm away if he tried to find the edge of her panties.

  “Angie!” Tanya called out, rescuing her.

  Stan got up and helped her too. She tugged her dress higher but left the shoulder strings hanging. It sat well enough without them. Her panties were bunched and creased into her. She reached under the skirt of her dress and fixed them, smiling through her blush as Stan watched.