What's a Little Sister For?

So now, since Christmas, we seem to have settled into something of a routine. Since Ryan and I both have Monday through Friday jobs we've taken to spending weekends together. He shows up at my front door around 8 Friday night and we spend the next 48 hours fucking each others' brains out. Kayla, who typically works Friday and Saturday nights (she says those aren't busier nights, because all the businessmen have gone back to the towns where they live, but she gets a lot of sex tourists on the weekends), usually joins us around 3 or 4 o'clock on Saturday and Sunday mornings and by the time Sunday night or Monday morning rolls around Ryan is ready to head home with a sore red cock and another weekend full of kinky memories.

As I've mentioned before, Ryan and his wife had a pretty active but not very imaginative or adventurous sex life. They'd fuck a couple times a week and he would go down on her every chance he got, but she'd go down on him only a few times a year and if his fingers, tongue, or cock ventured near her anus he'd get a stern look and have to return to a more acceptable orifice. As far as he knows she was happy with this and he, though he would have liked to try more things, wasn't too dissatisfied with his sex life. I'm afraid in his next marriage or serious relationship that may not be the case.

If we've done nothing else, Kayla and I have spoiled this man. In addition to having the two of us available for him to straight up fuck pretty much every time he wants during the weekend, he can also look forward to having his cock in somebody's mouth at least a half dozen times over the two days. Do men have fantasies about lesbians (that question was rhetorical)? Ryan gets to watch Kayla and I kiss and caress and eat each other regularly, including eating his cum out of each others' pussies and ass holes (as a measure of how much Kayla is on board with the Ryan activities, until he came along she never ate anybody's cum out of my ass; now she's only too happy to slurp his out of my bung). Did I say Ryan never got anal service from his wife? In addition to fucking and licking both mine and Kayla's asses, Ryan has had the additional eye and ass opening experience of having us lick his ass and penetrate it with our tongues, fingers, anal toys and, yesterday, the neck of an empty olive oil bottle, which he particularly enjoyed (it was the largest object we'd put in him yet). I gently licked and probed his ass after that, which both of us enjoyed immensely. He's watched me fuck Kayla with my strap-on, in both her pussy and ass, and he's about ready to give in and let me do him too. Saturday afternoon, a particularly warm day here in the Bay Area, I took him outside and we fucked on a blanket on the back lawn and one night we fucked in the dark on the front porch (he made me turn off the light). I look forward to summer, when we can fuck on the beach and in the Sacramento River.

When we're done with this boy, he's never going to settle for a couple nights of straight sex and a half dozen blow jobs a year again.

A Placeholder

A new long post should be here in a couple of days (sorry...just no discipline these days) and by then I should have converted to new blogger. Let's hope it works.

Have you ever noticed (some, maybe most, of you obviously will not have) how sometimes after anal sex, even relatively mild anal sex, your anus just feels like it's been ripped out the next day? You just can't sit or walk without being reminded that you got fucked in the ass. It's not a completely unpleasant feeling (because you're being reminded that you got fucked in the ass!), but it's a definite distraction. And not the kind of thing you feel comfortable going to your boss about asking to go home early. And it never seems to be related to the intensity of the action back there. I've had huge guys, even two guys, in my ass and felt pretty good the next day, and other times I've had just one guy, even briefly, or even an anal dildo, well-lubricated, and felt like I've had the business end of a Louisville slugger in me. Just one of those mysteries of life.

Perhaps I ought to keep a log, to see if I can spot any trends. That would make for some interesting reading for the grandkids.

My Christmas Treat

After my brother Ryan and I fucked in September, we went a few months before we really had a chance to fuck again. We had sex once, on Thanksgiving at our dad's house, but that was necessarily a quick, though intense affair, out in the garage between dinner and dessert. I don't think fifteen minutes passed between him meeting me out there and my going back into the house, separately from and after him, through the front door, after first smoking a cigarette (my excuse for being away from the group). It was better to catch hell from the family for smoking than to go back in the house with my brother's cum on my breath (hey, I had to clean him up before he could go back in!). I don't know if anybody else picked up on the aroma of my just-fucked pussy. I was certainly aware of it, and I'm pretty sure Kayla could tell, but I didn't pick up on any funny looks from anybody else. Overall it was a fun Thanksgiving. My dad's second wife obviously was there, along with her kids and their spouses/girlfriends/boyfriends, none of whom I have fucked, though her older daughter is a tempting little morsel and I sometimes think she might be up for it. Among the nine of us younger people (not a child among us yet and the Ryan the only one without a spouse/date), Ryan is the oldest and wife2's younger daughter and her boyfriend, both 23, are the youngest. What was really fun was watching Ryan, at a family function for the first time in years without his wife in tow, flirting with Kayla. It's what guys do around her and in the past I'd seen him giving her the eye, trying not to get caught doing so by his wife, and trying hard not to flirt. Now, at last, he didn't have to try. Having seen the two of them fuck and having fucked both of them, I found the whole thing pretty damn exciting. It was pretty obvious what he was doing and I imagine that was the talk among the others on their car rides home, rather than the fifteen minutes Ryan and I had disappeared.

When Kayla and I were driving home she asked me if we'd fucked and I had to admit we had. I think she was a bit jealous. She'd spent all of dinner getting him worked up and leading him on and I ended up being the one to close the deal. She got her chance a couple of weeks later though, when Ryan was in the city for training and stopped by her club in the evening to watch her dance. When she got off work she went to his hotel and spent the night there, leaving with him when he checked out in the morning. Some how I hadn't seen that coming, that the two of them might end up fucking without me being involved. It made sense, but I have to admit I was a bit jealous of both of them. Just a little. Not so much that they fucked, really, but that they had all night together to do it. And in a hotel. I love fucking in hotels.

After that neither of us saw Ryan until Christmas. Kayla spent Christmas with her family in the Sonoma Valley and Ryan and I went to our mother's house. When we left there after dinner he followed me home, rather than going to his own home in Sacramento. It was a little odd at mom's. There was another couple there, friends of mom, and mom and me and Ryan, the smallest holiday crowd in years. With that small a group, there was no way we were going to be able to slip off for a quickie, so we went through the day with quick lustful looks and an occasional kiss and quick grope. By the time we left I needed him inside me in the worst way. It's an hour drive from mom's house to mine and for once I made it in 52 minutes, with Ryan right behind me. When we got in my front door I gave him a wet tonguey kiss, but by then I had to go to the bathroom so badly and told him to meet me in the bedroom. After what seemed like the longest pee of my life I came out of the bathroom naked and found him in the same state, lying on the bed stroking himself. My mouth made a bee line for that cock, but I really needed him in my pussy, so I spent just enough time with my mouth on him to take him all the way in a couple of times, getting him good and lubricated, then scooted up and mounted him. And then I fucked him like my life depended on him. I needed an orgasm from him in the worst way and although it was obviously his dick inside of me, I was the one in charge. I determined the position, the pace, and the depth. We had all night together and he could get whatever he needed out of it later on, but as far as I was concerned this first fuck was all for me. I fucked him like I owned that dick. Just as long as he didn't cum first, but even that I could control to some extent. I didn't have to worry, though, within thirty seconds I could feel myself getting flushed and the sweat coming out on my back. I could feel my blood rushing through my body and that swell of energy spreading out from my pussy. I had to drop to my hands, then my elbows, as I lost control of my muscles. I may even have lost control of the ability to fuck, but if I did it was okay, because he kept on thrusting, taking over control, making long deep pushes inside of me. After awhile he rolled us over and fucked me missionary and within seconds of my first orgasm clearing I could feel the next one coming on. Not having to worry about maintaining control I gave in to it, letting my muscles contract as they would, squeezing him as hard as I could between my thighs. He came too this time and I could tell by how long and how much he came that he'd been saving himself for awhile. Finally he stopped cumming, then after a few more pushes he rested and lay down on me.

By the time he'd softened and fallen out of me I was recovered enough to start up again. I moved down and started cleaning him up, licking his belly, his thighs, his testicles, and of course, his dick, anywhere I could our cum. I hadn't been at this long before he tugged on one of my legs, and I obliged what I took to be his wish by shifting so I was straddling his shoulders with my knees. He guided my ass with his hands, bringing my pussy to his mouth, and got on with doing to me what he was doing to me. I've come to know that his is one of many things new in his sexual experience and something that he engages in with relish. He too started with my thighs, but quickly finished the clean up there and moved on to my pussy, probing his tongue inside of me, spreading me apart with his hands to he could go deeper into me, so he could find more of our juice in there. He would pause once in awhile and I could tell he was licking his lips, or swallowing, then he'd go back at it. I was enjoying this so much that I found I was neglecting my duties and rested my head beside his dick, running my finger tips lightly over it while he sucked and licked me. I got a thrill when his tongue moved up to my anus, following our cum that had run down to there while we were fucking. As he had before with my pussy, he used his fingers to open me up more and his tongue slipped into my asshole, one of my favorite experiences during sex. He had obviously moved beyond his cum clean up and was now looking for new tastes. This too is new to him. Ryan and his wife had a healthy and active sexual life, from what he's told me, but beyond him slipping a finger in her ass while he fucked her pussy, that area was off limit. No anal fucking and certainly no exploration with the tongue. He went at it with the enthusiasm of a beginner and, using the dick in my hand as a gauge, I could tell he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

I went back to kissing and licking his cock and we both shifted our positions a little bit to better accommodate our tasks. As I took him in my mouth and started gliding up and down on him, my tongue fluttering over him and my lips hugging him, he switched to my clit, sucking on it, nibbling on it, flicking it up and down and back and forth with his tongue while his fingers moved in and out of both my ass and pussy. The combination of all of that, the fingers inside of me, the cock in my mouth, and the stimulation of my clit, quickly brought on another orgasm. As I went through my convulsions, slapping the bed, my pussy running onto Ryan's nose, lips, and mouth, I stopped taking him in and out of my mouth. Ryan, though, apparently further aroused by my response to his skills, just started fucking my mouth, and sooner than I thought he would or could he was coming in it. I was torn, for a moment, between the desire to share his cum with him, to change our positions and let my mouthful of his cum run into his mouth, and to swallow it. Just for a moment, though, as my stronger, more selfish instincts took over and I swallowed. I think I can justify this by the amount of his cum he'd already eaten from my pussy.

When I was done, when there was no cum left inside or outside of his cock, I shifted position again, turning my body so we were lying face to face, so we could hug and caress and kiss as lovers do. Our tongues tangled in our mouths, both mouths cummy, and our hands roamed over each others' bodies, massaging, kneading, tickling each other. Instead of this leading to another round of fucking, as such activity often will, we each fell asleep like that, facing each other in a warm perverted sisterly-brotherly embrace. We did awaken in the night and have that slow tender caressing fuck, and another when we woke again in the morning. As wonderful as all the fucking from Christmas night was, those moments lying in his arms, in a man's arms, in my brother's arms, in my bed, are the ones that bring the warmest feeling to my heart.