My Sisters Again

By continued popular demand, here are my sisters again. I'm sure that Sheri will bawl me out for not including a description of her in my last post (at least, not one as detailed as my description of Mari) so I'll do that first.

I may have mentioned that Sheri sprouted tits ridiculously early. She played with her nipples a lot when she was younger, and they swelled up and got very responsive. But she's always had the largest nipples of the three girls. Hers aren't mammoth or anything, but unlike mine, which when I get excited just get hard and pointy, hers actually swell up and get larger.

But her breasts are big, and men are attracted to her because of that. I'm sure she got away with things when she was younger simply because guys couldn't believe that she was really as young as she was, with tits like that. She's the shortest in the family, and she's also the heaviest (sorry sis, but that's not saying you're fat) although she's not fat. She has just always been the most zaftig, and with her body type like that her breasts look proportional. She's a few inches shorter than I am, but she also wears heels that I wouldn't wear on a dare, so sometimes we come out looking the same height, or nearly.

One thing I think helped Sheri and I is that we don't look like twins or anything. So people who didn't know us might just think we looked similar but weren't related, which helped if people saw us fooling around. Not fucking, understand, but doing things that sisters probably shouldn't do in public, or at least acting in a way which might arouse suspicion.

But don't for a second think that we never played on the fact that we were sisters. We've shared a number of guys over the years, and Sheri is much less cautious than I am, so most of them have known we were sisters. That's not such a big deal if we just share the guy in turns, but if we're all three making out, it's hard to deny that incest is occurring.

I don't know why, but for some reason nobody seems to get all that bothered by two sisters making love. I mean, if I told friends I've known for years that Mike and I fuck, or that Dad and I do, they'd be shocked, but some of them have watched Sheri and I make love and didn't care. I know a lot of guys find it extra sexy that two sisters are fucking. It's certainly worked in the past for us. We sometimes even spring it on guys while we're fucking them.

I remember once, she met this guy, much older than either of us. He wasn't a friend of the family or anything, just this guy. She said he'd get us some booze if we went over to his place. At that point the illicit thrill was still very much a part of my life, so we put on some sexy outfits and headed over. Sheri wasn't wearing any underwear, and her nipples were sticking through her shirt really obviously. I dressed a little more demurely, because even though I was pretty sure where this was going, I was still young and shy. It wasn't the first time Sheri and I had sneaked out to fuck some guy, but usually the guy was our age. And it wasn't the first time I'd had liquor; Sheri and I had tried it once or twice previously, but this was the first time I would be drinking with someone other than her.

When we got there, he had already brought out the wine. I'd never had wine before, and I felt very grown up. He was wearing just a pair of sweats, no shirt or anything. A very attractive guy, not a creepy old pedo or anything like that. He was in his twenties, and I guess he just missed high school girls. Since I wasn't in high school, I guess he missed junior high girls too.

He wanted to know who I was, and Sheri winked at me and told him I was just a friend. He seemed a little taken aback by having me there, but since, as I said, Sheri and I don't look too similar and she was dying her hair blonde at that point, I think his concern was more with what I was doing there, rather than whether I was her sister. I don't think he wanted me there, think he was just planning on a solo outing with my sister and some wine. After all, I don't have my sister's assets, and I probably looked younger than I was (which I've found can be an asset too, to the right people) so maybe he was worried about that.

She said I was cool, that I tagged along because I wanted some free booze. Then she looked up at him with these big doe eyes and said she had promised, and he melted a little and let us in. I could see the bulge in his sweats start to grow a little as he looked us over.

We sat on the floor with him and the wine, and he poured us huge glasses of the stuff into big water glasses. Totally not classy, and I've since learned that his choice of wine was incredibly not classy, nearly wine in a box, basically just to get drunk with. I'm not a fan of wine now, but back then I would drink anything you put in front of me. He sipped his, we gulped ours. I guess, in hindsight, we were lucky he didn't put GHB in the wine or something.

Of course, back in those days it didn't take anywhere near as much to get me buzzed, so after the first glass was gone I was pretty much drunk and giggly. Sheri was a little better, but the two of us were well on the way. The guy was still on his first glass, but he seemed to be enjoying himself a lot more too. He poured me another glass, another for Sheri, topped his off, and then leaned back and asked if we were feeling as sexy as we looked. The way he was looking and the angle, he could see right up our skirts, and of course Sheri's naked cunt was drawing his eye.

She giggled and asked if this answered his question. Then she kissed me, full on the mouth. It surprised me, not because I was really surprised, but because the wine had slowed my reaction time. I shrieked and then giggled and kissed her back. This guy just looked thrilled.

So we kept drinking our wine, got tipsier and tipsier, and made out. The guy gave us instructions like he was watching a porno, and his hand was on his crotch so he very well might have been. He had Sheri take off her top, and then I suckled at her breasts for a while while she started her third glass of wine. Some of it spilled on her chest and I lapped it up. Then he wanted to see my tits, so I slipped my dress over my head and was sitting there in just my bra, panties, and stockings (I gave up wearing stockings for the most part a long time ago, but this was before that).

He really liked the look of the two of us, half naked and kissing. At a certain point he slipped his own pants down to pull out his cock and stroke it while he instructed both of us to get up and do a little dance for him. We got up, very unsteadily, lots of giggles, and twirled around slowly. Sheri slipped her skirt down without being asked, and there she was in the altogether, just her shoes still on. She's not as tan as Mari, but she doesn't spend as much time outdoors. Her hips are the widest of the three girls, childbearing hips she has (which makes it a pity that she'll probably never bear a child) and her ass is almost ghetto booty. Where Mari often has tan lines, Sheri tans nude, so there's no lines on her. At that point, she was trimming her pubes, which are browner than mine and less gold than Mari's, into a wedge pointing down to her honey pot.

When the guy asked if I'd ever licked her pussy, I just got on my knees without answering and started tonguing her. I felt him come closer and pull my panties away from my ass, and I moved it a little so he could get a better look at the goods. He must have liked what he saw, because he slid a finger into my passage very easily.

It starts to get a little blurry because I was on my fourth glass of wine by then, but I still remember most of it. Sheri got down in front of the guy and started sucking his cock, and he pulled me over to him and started kissing me, wet and sloppy, his tongue all over my lips and face. He kept giving me wine, from his glass, from the bottle, until I have no idea how much wine I drank. He would have Sheri come up and kiss him too, and take a pull from the bottle himself. We were all three pretty fucked up.

He came in Sheri's mouth after a few minutes of her ministrations, and then he said he wanted to taste her pussy to see if wine made it taste better. So he poured a little wine on her tummy and lapped it up and dove his head between her legs. He was still fingering me with one hand, but eventually it became too hard to resist Sheri, and he slipped out of me and moved his attention to her. "Why don't you let your friend lick that cute little gash?" he said as he did, so I went over and sat on Sheri's face. She's good at eating me out, but does tend to be distractable, even at her soberist, which this wasn't. So I was warmed up but nothing more by the time the guy announced he needed to fuck.

Sheri pushed me off her and got to her hands and knees and slapped her butt drunkenly. The guy got behind her, and I could see his cock slip into her. He wasn't very big, actually. But he made up for it with the tempo of his thrusts. He was like a fucking hummingbird or something. Sheri cried out and sounded like she was cumming almost immediately.

In the back of my head I wondered whether or not the guy should have been wearing a condom. When he came inside her several minutes later, that same little rational piece of my mind wondered if he knew she wasn't on the pill. Hell, I only knew because she'd told me. My parents thought she was too, as did Mari and possibly Mike. But she stopped taking it.

But the rational part was easy to ignore, especially when I was cleaning off the guy's cock and then eating his cream out of Sheri's open pussy. He tasted like wine, or maybe my mouth just tasted like wine. He was asking Sheri something about whether I'd ever fucked before, because I looked so innocent. She laughed and told him I was as ready to fuck him as she was.

We ended up on either side of him on the floor, both stroking and sucking his cock while he diddled both of us. We would kiss each other too, sloppy, wine-filled kisses, then work on his cock some more. Once he was hard, he told me he wanted to try the innocent one, so I got up and Sheri helped me mount him. Everything was kind of waving around a lot, and bouncing made me feel a little queasy. I think he sensed this, because he pulled me down to his chest and kissed me, then he took my hips and started pumping up into them. I could feel Sheri licking us both, his balls and my ass.

I came once, just from the onslaught of it, the speed with which he was thrusting. I couldn't feel things the same way, but unlike being stoned I felt everything, just strangely. I even felt his balls draw up as he grabbed my hips and forced me down on him and came. I didn't feel him spurting, but I felt Sheri licking the cum out after it was done. I was busy taking another drink from the bottle that he'd handed me. He killed the dregs and smiled and said he loved just lying there with me on top of him.

We basked in the afterglow a little, as much as we could bask, as drunk as we were. Sheri toyed with his cock and he would pet us or kiss us. I think he was done for the evening. We probably should have been too, but Sheri wanted more. When she started nuzzling him he tried to turn her away, to tell her he was too drunk. But she wouldn't take no for an answer.

His cock was limp though, and that was a problem. She asked him sweetly if watching us fucking would revive him enough for one more go. He said he doubted it, but he didn't try very hard to talk her out of it. In the end we were crawling all over him, kissing and licking and fingering. And still he wasn't responding, really. He was semi-hard, but not really ready.

So Sheri sprung it on him. "I lied," she said. "This isn't my friend."

"What do you mean?" he said with a slightly worried look.

"It's my little sister," she grinned.

His eyes got big and his cock responded. I grinned drunkenly and nodded. He wanted to know how little. We told him. He never asked how old Sheri was, so I assume she either said she was eighteen (she wasn't) or she told him her real age. Since he seemed more turned on by knowing that I was younger than her, I can't believe he would have cared if she told him she wasn't eighteen. Like I said, maybe he missed high school.

He wanted to fuck us both again, but in the end he couldn't. He pulled out and came in my mouth though, well, more like all over my face. Sheri and I cleaned up as best we could. And he fell asleep on the floor, naked. We could have tied him up or robbed him blind. I guess we were all a little foolish that evening.

I was feeling a little sick, and while I don't know that Sheri was feeling any better, she tried to be the older sister and helped me home. We managed to avoid Mom and Dad, so we didn't have to explain anything. The next day I had a splitting headache and it was a school day, so it was hard. I don't think I resolved never to drink that much again, but it certainly helped me to try to define my limits. Not that defining them has kept me from exceeding them.

Anyway, Sheri and me, young, drunk, and sisters. Hope you enjoy the story. Hope she doesn't think I'm calling her fat. I'm not, sis, I promise. I love your curves, and so does everyone else.