Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 20

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!