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  “Can I do that again later?” he asked, grinning.

  Angela nodded. “But not underneath – just through my panties.”

  “Yeah – I figured that. It’s a fair enough place to draw the line.”

  He took her hand, and she clutched his to her belly as he led her back to the kitchen. She entered behind him just as Jack appeared from the other side of the breakfast counter.

  “A glass of water please, Tan?” he asked, glancing at Stan and then meeting Angela’s eyes as she stepped from behind him.

  Angela ended up with Stan’s arm around her, and she smiled at Jack as he looked up from where she was clutching their intertwined hand to her belly.

  “Hey, man – get any sleep?” Stan asked, his voice edged with a slight tremor.

  “Nah – not yet. It’s too bright up there with the sun on that side of the house.”

  Angela rested back against Stan, cuddling herself with his arm. She lifted his hand until his fingers were touching the underside of her breast.

  “More water, Jack?” Tanya asked, raking her long hair back with both hands. She was just across the counter and was side on to him, deliberately so, Angela realized. Jack smiled slightly, his eyebrows flickering, as they always did when he was liking what he was seeing.

  Angela moved Stan’s hand upward. He obliged by opening it and cupping her breast. She reached back around his neck and lifted to his lips. He responded and kissed her, his hand closing more firmly over her breast. She stroked his arm while he pinched her nipple.

  “That’s so hot,” Tanya said.

  Angela broke off the kiss and looked at her sister and fiancé. Jack was leaning on the bench watching her. She took Stan’s other hand from her hip and placed it on her free breast, then she reached back up with both hands to hold behind his neck.

  Stan squeezed both breasts fully, taking the weight of them and thumbing over the nipples. Angela’s dress just held to her nipples. He didn’t touch her exposed skin, just keeping his hands beneath and rubbing as high as her dress went. “She’s got great tits, man,” he said to Jack.

  “So has the other hot chick in the room,” Jack replied.

  Tanya smiled bigger.

  “Yes, she has!” Angela declared in agreement.

  “I could help you fix the window to make it dark in that room, Jack,” Tanya said. “Do you want me to come up with you now?”

  “That’s a good idea,” Angela said. “Why don’t you that? I can finish the pie.”

  Tanya walked around the counter and took Jack’s hand. He met Angela’s gaze, questioningly. She nodded with her eyes – connecting with him so that he understood. She glanced down at his best buddy’s hands on her breasts and smiled through a blush. His eyebrows flickered and he turned and left her.

  Angela lifted the big bear paws from her person like they were unwelcomely attached. “I have to finish this pie right now before everything spoils.”

  “Okay, but that was interesting – just so you know.”

  “She lifted to tip toes and kissed Stan’s lips. “I know…. Sorry…. I’ve never done anything like this before, and I don’t know what I’m doing.”

  “Hey, that’s okay. You just go at your own pace. I’ll play along.”

  That warmed Angela’s heart. Although Stan was a nice guy – she already knew that. “Thanks,” she said, tugging her dress back up. Stan took a beer from the fridge and left her to her cooking.

  The guys were playing pool out in the front room. Angela could hear the pool balls and the deep bursts of laughter every now and then. She wondered about the idea of being touched only through her clothing. It wasn’t as if she and Jack had discussed such detail. Would he be restricting himself to that with Tanya right then? There was very little clothing covering her breasts. She would find out off her little sister soon enough.

  She took a tray of nibblies out to the guys – some cheese, crackers and pickled onions, and a bowl of Cheetoes. They all greeted her with big smiles. Her shoulder strings were still dangling at her sides. Her dress was holding up okay, but there was white skin exposed above it.

  “Thanks, Ang,” Mark said.

  “Perfect timing,” Stan added. “I’m hungry.”

  “I can make you something more,” Angela offered. “I have some party sausage rolls I could heat up for you.”

  “Yeah, that would be great,” Stan said.

  “Okay – a couple of minutes in the microwave…. Tomato sauce?”

  They all agreed on the sauce. “I’ll help,” Paul said, and he followed her out.

  Angela peered back over her shoulder at him grinning and strolling along behind. “And what are you up to?” she challenged him playfully.

  “Nothing…. I have to wait and play the winner, so I’m coming for a walk.”

  He caught the back of her skirt as she entered the kitchen. She leaned against him as he cuddled her from behind. “Just let me put the sausage rolls in the microwave first, okay?”

  “Okay….” He released her, and she filled a plastic plate and covered it, setting for four minutes.

  “Don’t make me cum, though,” she uttered as he pulled her close. “I know you can, but I don’t want to go that far, okay?”

  “Yeah – I understand,” he said sincerely. Then he grinned. “And only through your clothes, Stan told us.”

  Angela blushed. “I thought guys didn’t talk like girls do?”

  “Yeah, well, I wouldn’t tell them anything, but Stan likes to share.”

  Angela closed her eyes as she was kissed. “My breath okay?” he asked.

  She nodded. It was so nice that he would think to ask her that. “I like fresh beer breath from a man – not next morning beer breath, though.”

  “Oh – so, I should brush in the morning, eh?”

  “Uh huh…. If you want to kiss me more.”

  She opened and accepted his tongue with the next kiss, which paused then continued, building in passion and making her head swim. She was backed against the fridge. He wasn’t touching her other than through the kiss. He was leaning against the edge of the fridge with one hand planted there. His other hand touched her belly, then travelled down, rising from the hem of her dress and cupping her pussy. “Open your legs a bit,” he breathed into her mouth. She parted her feet, clutching the skirt of her dress and lifting it in front as his fingers pressed into her through the fabric of her panties. “That’s right – hold your dress up high,” he commanded. She pulled it up and clamped it beneath her breasts with her arm.

  He rubbed her slit with the length of his middle finger, not trying to insert it, but sliding it through her labia. “Is it alright like that?”

  “Uh huh…. Not too much on my clit, though.”

  “You still feel wet.”

  “Uh huh….”

  “And hot.”

  “Yeah….”

  He kissed her again, inserting his tongue deep into her mouth. He was rougher than Stan. It was interesting the way different men kissed. Mark’s kisses had been wetter, though softer.

  Her pussy lips were being gently pinched. Fingertips were poking inside of her, the soft mound of flesh to each side stroked and squeezed, his thumb rubbing the elastic at her thigh but not slipping under – not yet, anyway. Angela had no inkling to resist if he broke the rules right then. She still clutched her dress. He placed her other hand upon the front of his shorts. They were football shorts – thin, loose fitting nylon. He had an erection. She could feel the heat from it as she squeezed the shaft. It was the underside she could feel – the shaft upright. She felt her way to the head. The soft glans was broad and seemed to be protruding above the waistband of his jocks.

  He had abandoned her down below, his hand closing over a breast as she softly scratched him through the thin fabric. She clawed her way down to his testicles, cupping them. He lifted her chin and attacked her open mouth. “Promise me something, Ang?”

  “What?” she breathed into the kiss.

  “I
f you change your mind….”

  “About what?” she moaned as he pinched a nipple hard. She squeezed the rather long and broad shaft in her hand. “If I change my mind about what, Paul?”

  “If big sister changes her mind and starts doing what little sister does – promise you’ll let me fuck you before these other guys do?”

  Angela giggled. “Um…. Yes – okay – IF that was going to happen, then yes, you could be first.” Her blush fired up. “I can’t believe I’m even talking about you guys all fucking me…. I like being kissed like this. The three of you can have turns kissing me all day if you want.”

  Paul had leaned back, just holding her hips. She slipped her arms around his neck. He was smiling. “Yeah, well, girls like getting kissed, I suppose.”

  “Yes, we do.” Angela lifted and offered her open mouth. He took it again. She moaned in absolute bliss as his tongue extended and lashed hers. “We love being kissed,” she said when he broke off. “And you can touch me while you’re doing it, don’t forget. Guys like that, don’t they? And looking up dresses?” she giggled. “You all seem to like that!”

  “Yeah, but still….” Paul shrugged. “We like it all more when we get to fuck you afterward.”

  Angela smiled through her blush. She nearly pointed out that they WERE fucking her sister, but Paul hadn’t, and she didn’t want him to.

  “I guess I could go up to the bathroom and jerk off.” He grinned disarmingly, seeming to have picked up on the conflict rising within her.

  Angela knew she was probably already damaging her relationship, just with the kissing. But she also felt her relationship could handle a bit of a bump. She had been wondering that morning whether an actual clean break for a while would be beneficial – a chance for them both to experiment with other partners. She would not want to try another boyfriend, but some casual encounters would be interesting.

  The events of the weekend so far had taken on a life of their own. It was not something planned. Or even something Angela had seen coming. Maybe it was all a big mistake, but what she knew for certain would be a huge mistake, would be to actually have sex with any of the guys BEFORE discussing it with Jack. And not just a nod and wink either – she needed to sit down with him while calm and rational, and they would need to decide together that they wanted to go that far.

  Angela processed those thoughts in a split second. Paul was waiting for a response to his ‘just go and jerk off’ idea. He wanted her to say he doesn’t need to do that. She wasn’t about to play along that far.

  She shrugged too. “I guess…. But don’t waste it if you do,” she said teasingly.

  He frowned in question.

  “My sister and I know what to do with the stuff boys make.”

  “Oh, yeah? So, you know what to do with our cum, eh?”

  “Um….” The tease was beginning to backfire. She glanced up. “Well, my little sister does, anyway.” She tried a cheeky grin. Her blush overpowered it, though. “I’m learning….”

  He kissed her softly. “Do you want to watch me jerk off?”

  Honesty took a few seconds. “Um – yes, but I don’t think I should…. But if you do, can you use a condom?”

  His eyes narrowed for a moment then widened with interest. “Shit, yeah! Do you want me to do that and give it to you?”

  Angela nodded. “I’ll drink it if you do….”

  She had lost her mind. She didn’t know what she was thinking.

  “Fuck, yeah! Close your eyes, baby. Will a glass do?”

  He was massaging the bulge in his shorts. Angela nodded again. He took a small glass from the cupboard above her head and placed it on the counter. He hooked his finger into the top of her dress. “Can I look at these while I’m doing it?” He had moved close, teasing her mouth with his.

  Angela’s mind was mush but her reasoning found its way forth. “If I do this – if I drink your cum – will you promise you won’t fuck my sister?”

  “I promise,” he said instantly and unreservedly. He had his hand down his shorts, stroking. His eyes rolled back. “I’m fucking close already,” he said. “Hope you’re thirsty, Ang.”

  She hooked her thumbs in and pulled her dress down, exposing her breasts to him. “I’m not going to watch, though,” she said, turning her head and looking up at the ceiling.

  “Fuck, these are nice, Ang.” He touched one breast. She could feel his body jerking as he cupped it and thumbed her nipple. “Aw, fuck!” He abandoned her and grabbed the glass.

  Angela refused to allow herself to watch. He gasped and groaned. She knew those sounds well enough.

  “Aw, fuck,” he huffed, expelling a breath of satisfaction.

  She tugged her dress back up, blushing fully as she met his eyes and smile. She glanced down at the glass in his hand. His shorts were in place, his erection sheathed but still quite prominent. She looked at the glass again. The bottom of it was covered, about the depth of a single shot of Bailey’s Irish Cream. It looked a bit like that, only sort of stringy with some clearer patches and thicker globs floating around. He handed it to her.

  Angela felt how warm it was through the glass. There was a strand sticking to one side that she positioned so the rest of it would wash into her mouth when she tipped it up. She swirled a little but that glob wouldn’t drip down.

  Paul grinned. “Come on, Ang, drink it.”

  She smiled through her bush. “I am…. I’m going to. I’m just psyching myself up.”

  She wondered whether to sip or just toss it back. It was always better to take medicine quick. This was like taking medicine. She lifted the glass, the strong scent of him assailing her senses. She placed the glass against her lips and tipped it up. The warm fluid pooled, and she parted her lips a little and let some of it seep into her mouth.

  She had only sipped it. The thick clingy glob had been washed from the side of the glass into the stringy pool that still covered the base. Angela let the little bit she had taken in seep back, and she pressed her tongue into it, feeling the gooey texture and allowing the strong flavour to fill her mouth.

  “That’s so fucking sexy,” Paul said to her.

  “Is it really?” she asked softly. “It tastes so strong – tastes like your scent, only it goes right to my head.” She sipped some more. The thick fluid strung from her lip. She gathered the string with her fingers and took it in as well. That time she just swirled the small pool of cum around once and swallowed it down. “Remember what you promised.” She blushed as she met Paul’s wide, sparkling eyes. He was obviously loving watching her drink his cum.

  He nodded. “Absolutely. I’m not even going to kiss your sister unless it’s a requirement of one of your party games, Ang.”

  “Good,” she said and she tipped the glass up and drained the remaining pool of thick gooey fluid from it. “There,” she said triumphantly, swallowing it down. “All done!”

  Paul pulled her to him and kissed her – pressing his lips to hers firmly, then parting them and inserting his tongue.

  “Wow…. Even after I just did that?” She smiled as he broke off the kiss. “I thought guys didn’t kiss girls after they swallowed. There’s no way Jack ever will.”

  Paul smoothed her hair and kissed her softly again. “You just said you love being kissed. Then you eat my load – for me! Then I’m not going to give you more kisses?” He scoffed. “As if! That would be totally unfair, and probably the quickest way to make sure you never do it for me again.”

  “I’ll do it for you again so you don’t have to miss out the rest of the weekend,” Angela said sweetly. “If you need to cum again, we can do it like this…. Maybe don’t tell the others, though. I don’t want to do it for them, and they’re all sleeping with Tanya, so they don’t need it.”

  “I won’t tell them, Ang. No chance.” Paul kissed her softly once more. She opened for him and he took her into his arms and searched her mouth with his tongue. His hand smoothed down over her belly and cupped her sex. He rubbed her through her
dress that time.

  The kiss had ended and he was just looking into her eyes and still rubbing her pussy when Tanya cleared her throat. Jack was behind her. “Hey, Jack!” Paul grinned over at him. “Sorry about this, dude. She loves it, though, don’t you, Ang?” He gripped Angela’s crotch more firmly, pressing his fingers into her.

  “Uh huh….” she uttered. “But you guys have to go out for a while. Me and Tan need the house to ourselves for a couple of hours, don’t we, Tan?”

  “Yeah – we need a break,” Tanya said, cuddling up to Jack’s arm.

  Paul kissed Angela again. He was still feeling her pussy, his arm moving back and forth as he rubbed it. She pushed him and squirmed away from his hand. He caught her from behind with his arm around her waist. Tanya went to answer the phone. Angela ended up across the counter from Jack. She hoped he wouldn’t want to kiss her because she could still taste Paul’s cum so strongly. Jack stroked her hair, and she nuzzled his hand. Paul massaged her breasts. Tanya was talking to their uncle – she would be a little while. Angela held Jack’s eyes as she pulled her dress down and exposed her breasts for Paul. “Yeah – that’s better,” Paul said, cupping them and tweaking the nipples.

  Jack looked down at what Paul was doing. He reached across the counter, and as Paul released one breast he felt it. Angela moaned. “That feels amazing,” she uttered.

  “You like that, sweetheart?” Jack asked. “I can’t decide which ones feel better – yours or Tan’s.”

  Paul chuckled. “Yeah – go Jack! Good one, man.”

  Angela just blushed, shaking her head at the two of them. “You’re as bad as each other.”

  Paul leaned on the counter beside her and looked at her bare breasts. She stood holding her dress at her waist. Jack sat back on his stool. Angela looked from one to the other. Tanya was still chatting.

  “She looks fucking hot like this,” Paul said to Jack.

  Jack nodded. “Yeah – she does.”