Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 1

Of course, getting regularly showered with my head-teacher's jizz didn’t stop my other sexual activities. I was having far too much fun. I cast my net far and wide, finding eager partners of both genders to discreetly share erotic experiences with. Through all of it, Kirsty – beautiful blonde Kirsty – was my confidant. We met regularly to share exciting stories of our latest conquests, stories so exciting that they usually led to our own frantic copulation. I was still a little dependent on her for the use of her shaver, and although she never truly exploited the relationship, the difference in status added a little frisson to our interactions. I got very used to the tangy taste of her juicy pussy.

Experimentation was always on the agenda too. Lovers – usually men – would try to cement our affections with gifts, and although we discouraged it, a fair few new possessions ended up in our hands, including quite a lot of sex toys. Dildos and strap-ons in a variety of sizes, sexy underwear with gaps in entertaining places, lotions, gags and blindfolds, handcuffs, clamps, whips…

Because we were wary of giving others free rein to their urges without our control though, we made a point of taking the sundry devices away to test first, and the close relationship Kirsty and I had made it an ideal environment for safe experimentation. Soon, our encounters were accepted as normal ground for inventive debauchery… including public sex.

Which is why I found myself in our kitchen, on my knees, lips on her cunt and moving feverishly, when my brother came in. Not my younger brother Richard (who would be in his room now, waiting tensely for a bit of fun later) but my older brother Simon. And the great thing was that he couldn’t see me.

At that exact moment, I was under the counter-top, the front of Kirsty’s slutty short miniskirt resting on my forehead, so it looked like she was just standing there at the counter, breathing unusually heavily.

I could hear his voice, but with my attention elsewhere and my hearing muffled by my position, I couldn’t make out what he said. Kirsty tried to push me away, but this seemed like such a fun situation that I resisted, and tongued her clit viciously until she gave in. She was trying to answer him, and I could hear the slight shake in her voice. The sound of a jug of something moving across the countertop was followed by pouring.

There was no doubting the effect the situation was having on her. She had been wetter than usual to start with, as she often is when trying something new, but now her pussy was positively gushing, and I relished the spicy flavour as I lapped it up.

A few more words were exchanged, then I heard the kitchen door close. Immediately, Kirsty grabbed the back of my head and pressed it inwards, signalling me to make my final attack. My tongue dived in, penetrating as far as I could reach, with a finger up her bottom for good measure, and within seconds she was convulsing, her cunt squeezing my tongue in frantic spasms.

“Oh my God, Rachel, that was amazing,” she said, slumping down next to me. “When Simon walked in, I thought I was going to have a heart attack.”

“What did he say?” I asked, wiping my gooey lips with my arm.

“He asked why I was breathing heavily. I said I had just come back from a jog.”

“In a miniskirt?! And also, you, jogging?!”

Kirsty shrugged. “He seemed to accept it. He suggested I have a drink of juice, and passed me the jug. I kinda felt like I had to agree. Then he said he had things to do, and left.” She paused, idly fingering her twat slightly. “You know, your brother is kinda hot.”

“Simon? I suppose he has a decent physique. He’s a sporty kind of guy. Is that why you got all juicy when he turned up? Your pussy was so wet!” I smiled lasciviously. “I bet you’d love to get his dick inside you.”
“And you’d love to watch,” she retorted, although I noticed that she didn’t deny it. Then she looked a bit harder at my face. “Oh my God, you do! You want to watch me fucking your brother! Let’s do it!”

I was reluctant at first – I hadn’t even let Rick inside me yet, although I had had plenty of sexy fun dominating him, dictating his every orgasm and denying or delaying his satisfaction while he watched me at my most erotic before his very eyes. He had even watched me with Kirsty, who had asserted her own power over him, making him our shared bitch. I knew that full penetration would happen eventually with Ricky, but I wanted to build to it, maximising the excitement to be had from it.

And yes, Kirsty talked me round. We started to make plans to entice Si into a lovely, spicy three-way. “It won’t be straightforward,” I pointed out. “He’s not a desperate kid or pervy old guy; he’s pretty popular with the ladies. You’ll have to work on him.”

So, she started flaunting herself more in front of him, wearing less and smaller clothes as she wandered round our house. A couple of times, she bent over to pick things up, making sure to give him a full upskirt view of her panty-covered bottom and camel-toe. Other times, she showed enough to make it clear she wasn’t wearing underwear. If she knew he was in a room, she would pinch her nipples before going in, making them poke through her top.

We also made more noise having sex if we thought he was around, moaning and slurping and slapping far more loudly than we ever needed to. We did everything we could to make him think about Kirsty’s sexy body, and Kirsty having sex. Let me tell you, she was amazing at it, and he must have been going wild with desire. That was what we needed: a wild Simon, whose desire was so strong that it could overpower his inhibitions.

We were very patient, but eager, so I was delighted when we agreed to bring it all to a head.

It was really very simple. All we had to do was leave the door wide open and wait for him to come by. I sat on the floor, back to the wall, facing the door, with my legs wide apart. Kirsty, naked as I was, crouched in front of me, diving face-first into my crotch. In this position, her knees apart, her beautiful bald pussy could not have been better displayed to someone standing at the entrance to my room. I laid a hand on the back of her head, closed my eyes, and gave full voice to the sensations caused by the ministrations of her talented tongue.

With the door open wide, there was no way Simon could not hear. Once he heard, being a male, there was no way he could not investigate. Once he saw the pure erotica of two nubile young nymphs in full sexual congress before his very eyes, having a libido, there was no way he could avoid being transfixed, or his genitals engorging and pressing at the front of his pants. This honey trap was baited with the purest ‘honey’, and he was powerless to escape it.

I saw him, of course, but pretended not to, at first. A squeeze of my hand on Kirsty’s hair conveyed the message: target acquired. We continued the show for another couple of minutes, and I don’t think he even realized he was slowly advancing towards us, step by shuffling half-step.

Then Kirsty turned her head and said, “Well then, close the door and take off your pants. My pussy is aching to be filled.” And with that, she turned her attention right back to my snatch.

It was bold. He might have panicked, and been scared off. Instead, he did exactly as he was told. Without turning, he kicked the door closed, and undid his belt. His trousers dropped and he stepped out of them, then as he pulled at the waistband of his underwear, his hard cock sprang free with all the eagerness of a caged animal.

And with that, my sexy blonde best friend and sometime fuck-buddy Kirsty became the pale, juicy meat in a Cohen sandwich. That meat was about to get a good helping of white sauce too, judging by the frantic pace of Simon’s hips. His enthusiasm was infectious, and I don’t blame him for being excited about the situation – no doubt the exact fantasy of a fair few boys in our school – but if he blew his load too soon, it would spoil the fun. Besides, he was drilling Kirsty’s cunt so hard that her entire body was moving forward, smashing her nose into my pubic bone, which can’t have been comfortable for her.

“Whoa there!” I cried. “Relax, Si. Take it easy. You’ve… ugh, yeah… got one of the finest vages in the city at your disposal, so slow down and enjoy it. Grab a handful or two of that tight ass, she likes that… Ooh!” My voice went up an octave as her tongue on my clit signalled her agreement to this statement.

It seemed to do the trick. He seemed to wake up, and become much more alive to his situation. He took on that familiar expression of delighted amazement: he was taking in the raw, stunning erotic beauty before him. Kirsty’s wide, curved hips, centred around the fleshy cavity into which his dick was disappearing. Her narrow waist, perfectly placed for his hands. The expanse of her pale back, with the swell at the edges that promised firm, rounded mammaries. The lustrous blond hair, bobbing up and down.

He didn’t stop there. As his gaze continued upwards, his expression did not change. Yes, he was definitely looking at me with that same lust-charged gaze. My brother wanted to fuck me, his own little sister!

Our eyes locked, an electric shock of mutual realization lighting an explosive fire of lust. Then he heard a sound behind him, turned, and leapt a foot in the air. “RICK!!! What the fuck are you doing here?!!”
“Wanking, of course,” I replied calmly. “What the fuck does it look like.”

My younger brother Rick was sat in what had become his regular corner, behind the door, the darkest, dingiest corner of the room. He wore a pair of my cotton panties, crusted with several cum-stain patches, and with the gusset peeled aside, his dick spilled out of the side and into his pumping fist. We had also made him wear one of my bras on this occasion, not because of any erotic aspect, but just because we found it fucking hilarious. To be honest, we didn’t do it very often, partly because it stretched and distorted the bra to a point where it was unusable from then on, but the combination of the feminine cloth stretched around his male torso and his expression of humiliation above it would just have us in stitches.

Right now, his expression was one of despair combined with desperate need. Despite now being the focus of attention in the room, his fist did not stop pumping. He had been pleasuring himself continuously for a remarkably long time now, but such was our control over our slave that we knew he would not cum until we gave him permission.