Chapitre 1046: @-3
There was a pause. I held my breath waiting for an answer, hoping it would at least provide an option. For sure, having found love I didn't want to lose it again.
Finally, Mara replied.
"I know. Invite her over one weekend. Let her spend some time with the two of us."
It was the morning after the night before. Mara had already gone and I was left pondering those words.
"Who's Gabi?" followed by "I know. Invite her over one weekend. Let her spend some time with the two of us."
How could I not have known about my sleep talking? More importantly though, why did I have to mention Gabi on that night of all nights? So here was the dilemma. No sooner had I gotten to know Mara than I was risking throwing it all away. She was different to Gabi, physically and emotionally. With Gabi it was about the sex, the raw wanton passion accompanied by the excitement of the taboo. It couldn't be anything else as she was, after all, my step-sister. Mara though was different, yes there was wonderful sex but there was also . . . I pondered thinking of the right word . . . love. That wasn't it . . . I loved Gabi as much as Mara. I guess though that being with Gabi was as much about the risk as it was about love, the risk of being caught, of being found out. We would, I hoped, always have feelings for each other but with Mara on the scene I wanted to true love to blossom.
And that was the dilemma. I wanted Mara, but I so didn't want to hurt Gabi's feelings. Now Mara wanted to meet Gabi, and I had to let it happen or I would hurt Mara. Getting the two of them together though was likely to expose my secret which, I had to assume, would end up hurting both of the loves in my life.
So, after a single night together, I could end up losing everything. How could I have let this happen?
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It was a few days later when I met Mara once more, in the library, the place where we first came to realise our attraction for each other. Just like that time, the library was rather quiet and in between reading we chatted for a while.
"So, Jamie. Have your made the arrangements?" came a soft inquisitive question.
"What arrangements?" I replied trying to play the ignorant.
"Oh Jamie, you can't have forgotten already. Let me remind you. Now who's name were you calling out the other night."
There was a silent pause.
"Yes, I remember . . ." continued Mara. "It was Gabi . . . Gabi . . . your so called step-sister Gabi. And now you are going to invite her over so that we can meet. If you dream of her then she must be rather important to you."
"Gabi is just my step-sister, nothing more. I told you that and you'll just have to believe me."
"Yes, yes," Mara replied, a slight sarcasm in the tone of her voice. "So, if she is only your step-sister then what is the problem with inviting her over? I seem to think you went to hers not so long back, so surely it is time she came to yours."
I swallowed hard, hoping Mara wouldn't notice my hesitation. I had really hoped she wasn't being serious about getting together, but here she was pushing the issue once more.
"But that was different. She lives off campus in a house with a spare room, not to mention with her partner. If she came here, where would she stay? It's not like we live off campus with spare . . . "
I never finished my sentence, Mara's stare burning deep into my eyes and causing me to lose my thread.
"That's just a minor detail and one I've already got a plan for. You remember my room mate Alejandra?"
How could I forget. It was our first time alone and, having reached first base, our night of passion was broken by a rather upset Alejandra coming back at the most inopportune moment.
"Yes," I replied, not quite sure if I liked where this was going.
"Well, she studies languages and in a few weeks time she'll be away on a placement at a university in France. I think she's off for about three weeks, which means there's an empty bed at mine whilst she's away."
Damn, I hadn't thought of something like that. Not only did Mara still want to go through with the plan, but she had come up with the idea of Little Sis sharing her apartment for the night. Leaving the two of them together, alone, was certainly asking for trouble.
"I don't know Mara, she's quite busy with her own studies."
Before I knew it a phone had been shoved hard into my chest, the impact followed by a sharp pain.
"Ow," I snapped as I reacted to the impact. "What was that for?"
"That's a phone Jamie," Mara replied, laughing sarcastically. "And it's for you to phone Gabi with. Now I'm sure you must know the number, but let me check the dates before you hit dial."
There was a pause as Mara checked her diary.
"Yes, there it is. After the Easter holidays, the first three weeks of May is when Alejandra is away. So you just phone your step-sister and ask her over!"
There was no option, so slowly, one press at a time, I keyed in her number, pressed dial and waited. I waited, and waited. The longer I waited the happier I felt inside. Little Sis wasn't answering so maybe this would be the end of it. I even thought to myself that I could have half a conversation before passing the phone back to Mara to confirm that Gabi was busy, replied with a thank you for the invite but couldn't make it this time. I was about to do just that when there was a response at the other end of the line.
"Hello," came a very familiar voice. "Gabi here, can I ask who's calling?"
My heart rose and sank at the same time. Yes I knew it was a physical impossibility, but suddenly I was elated at hearing her sweet voice yet at the same time I knew that I had to ask the question.
"Hi Gabi," I replied.
"Big Boy? What are you doing phoning from this number? I nearly didn't answer as it wasn't in my contacts list."
"Oh, it's a long story Sis and I don't really have the time now. I'll fill you in on the details over Easter but Mara and myself wanted to ask if you fancied a weekend with us in May? I know you'll be busy with study but I thought I would ask you anyway."
I was expecting a long pause whilst Little Sis considered the offer and made her excuses. I had barely finished my sentence though when a reply practically jumped down the phone line.
"Oh, I'd love to Big Boy. Just say the date and I'll be there."
I was still taking in her excited reply when I was met with another question.
"And by the way . . . who's Mara? I haven't got a rival, have I?"
"No, no, nothing like that. She's just a close friend. I'll fill you in when we get together at Easter and I'll let you know the date."
I hung up and looked back at Mara. Her eyes were still staring daggers at me, and the straightness of the smile was one to rival even the Mona Lisa. For some reason Mara was non too impressed.
"Close friend!" she exclaimed.
"Look, I needed to tell her something and I didn't want to go into our relationship on the phone. Anyway, Gabi said yes so I guess you've got what you wanted and you can meet my step-sister. Tell me which weekend works best and I'll let her know during the Easter holidays as we'll both be back at our parent's for a few days."
The daggers faded, and Mona Lisa became more like the Cheshire Cat. A gentle kiss on the lips followed.
"Thank you Jamie," came the reply. "I'll look forward to that weekend."
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The rest of the term seemed to fly by and before I knew it I was back home, knocking at the side door, a rucksack on my back holding the usual student fare. I'd traveled light, carrying a mix of clean and dirty clothes and not a lot else, apart from the expected Easter eggs. Yes, just like every student I was still frequenting the laundry that was Mum . . . come on, who doesn't. This time round I was staying just for the long weekend, the temptation to be back with Mara influencing my travel plans.
This was literally the time to show my face to the family, do the expected and then get back to my own life. The only complication now was having to explain all to Little Sis. It was Gabi herself who answered the door, greeting me like an over excited pet. She was up and down on tiptoes, a kiss on the cheek, another one on the lips, holding herself in a close embrace with one hand discretely reaching behind and squeezing my ass. Somebody sure was happy to see me. I practically had to force her off so that I could close the door and drop my bag off.
"Who is it Gabi?" I heard a familiar male voice.
"Oh Papa, it's only Jamie," came the reply.
That was all it took, the remainder of the day taken up with the usual welcomes, some wholesome home cooking and an evening recanting tales of my time at university. I guess I was expecting it, but there was one topic I steered a wide berth from and that was Mara. I really wasn't prepared to open the debate in front of our parents. It's just a shame that sometimes you never see the icebergs appearing.
"So where's Mara?" came a teasing question.
I tried to ignore Little Sis, but Mum was so quick to pick up on the conversation.
"Who's Mara, Jamie?"
Again I played coy, but Little Sis was obviously enjoying herself.
"Oh, I think Jamie's got himself a girlfriend. Is that it, Jamie?"
"She's just a friend," I retorted, for some reason suddenly embarrassed. "We are on the same course together, nothing more."
Gabi had obviously noticed the way I had turned a shade of red. I was waiting for her next attack but it never came. Instead, spotted out of the corner of my eye, came a quick wink and the merest of blown kisses. I did think she was taking a risk here in front of our parents and I tried my best not to react. The rest of the evening was back to being uneventful. It was good to be home, even if Gabi was her usual teasing self.
For me the best thing about Easter were the eggs. They were everywhere. Baskets of painted pisanica were a throwback to Gabi's Croatian roots, a bare branched tree covered in brightly decorated plastic eggs could have come straight out of rural Germany and finally the British tradition of chocolate eggs. Easter was second, in my opinion, only to Christmas. It was a time for family, for indulgence, for enjoyment. Yes, I knew there was more to Easter than that, but I hadn't yet submerged myself in religion, nor was I likely to do in the short term.
For me, Easter was purely a time to enjoy. And this one was no different. The weekend was flying by and before I knew it Easter Sunday was already upon us-just one night left before I returned back to Mara. Amid excitement, chocolate had been distributed all round followed by the hustle and bustle of getting the roast in the oven for our traditional Easter meal. A couple of hours later and the house was once more a scene of moderate tranquility, our parents having disappeared off for a church service, leaving just myself and Gabi to keep an eye on the dinner. I glanced around the kitchen, taking in the mess which was the aftermath of the morning's cooking. Something was missing . . . oh yes, not something, someone . . . Gabi was nowhere to be seen. There was nothing for it, I would just have to tidy up myself-boy would she owe me one.
Cleaning over, I sat myself down at the large wooden table, in need of a quick rest. In half an hour I'd transformed the place from bombsite to kitchen, clean and tidy bar for a pile of papers positioned at the other end to where I sat. I'd pulled my chair out a little from underneath the edge so that I could slouch back a little as I waited for the disappeared to final show her face once more. Finally, I heard the sound of tiny footsteps coming downstairs, getting louder as they approached the now tidy kitchen. It was now or never-the time to come clean with Little Sis. I chuckled inside at the idea. Last time I was with her I did cum, several times, and not always cleanly. Donning a serious face, I waited for her appearance. I was starting to think she wasn't coming when I heard a quiet voice from outside.
"Big Boy, oh Big Boy, where for art thou Big Boy?"
"In the kitchen," I replied, my eyes now staring at the almost closed door as it slowly swung open.
Little Sis walked in, as usual exuding seductiveness in her every move. My heart skipped a beat and it took all of my determination to keep a serious face. No sooner had our parents left, and whilst I had been getting on with tidying in the kitchen, Gabi had disappeared off upstairs. I now knew why and what she had been up to. Having the perfect body was a feature of my step-sister come lover but in this see-through dress there was nothing, just nothing, left to the imagination. Her pale skin was now a shade of grey from just off the shoulders down to mid thigh, the only variation being the darkness of a black pair of knickers and strapless bra.
"Do you like it?" she whispered, winking at me and then turning full circle like the dancing doll on top of a music box.
Again, as always, she was a tease; in the way she danced and also in the clothes she had chosen. I stared at her cute ass, watching the fabric of her knickers, either a thong or a g-string, disappear into the void between her two firm cheeks. Facing me once more she bobbed me a curtsy followed by the sweetest of blown kisses. It was then that I noticed she was carrying a small box in one hand.
"It's been a while Big Boy. I've missed you so much. I even bought you a special Easter egg. Here, why don't you open it?"
She walked towards me, swaying her hips seductively with every step. I was trying desperately to keep my composure. She handed me the box, about the size of a TV remote control and wrapped in shiny black paper. A kiss on the cheek followed. I had already decided that, this time at least, I wasn't going to let her distract me from what I came here to tell her.
"We need to talk Gabi, why don't you sit down for a while."
I was being as serious as I could without being rude, but still I wasn't getting the response I wanted. For sure Little Sis sat down, but instead of pulling out her own chair she literally threw one leg over my knees, inched up the bottom of her dress and sat on my lap, her eyes staring straight into mine. I could feel the warmth from her naked legs permeate through the fabric of my jeans, and I really wanted to glance down at her snatch encased in the blackness of those knickers. "Why?" I thought to myself. "Why did she make me feel this way."
"Gabi, the other day when I called you . . . " I started without getting very far, my words becoming a muffled sound as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulled herself in and locked her lips down on mine.
"This wasn't part of the plan," I thought to myself, trying as best I could to release myself from her grasp. OK, so I may be have been exaggerating just a little with the "as best I could". Yes, I was trying to break free, but it wasn't really a concerted effort and I wasn't really an unwilling partner in that embrace. Finally I did manage to pull away, holding onto Gabi's shoulders to keep her still. I could see the disappointment in her eyes, imagining her state of confusion as to why I had suddenly become resistant to her advances.
"What is it Jamie?" she mouthed at me, barely an audible word coming out of her mouth.
The fact that she had used Jamie and not Big Boy told me she was now being serious and I relaxed my grip on her shoulders. I stared deep into Gabi's eyes, remembering vividly our wonderful encounters. Something inside tugged at my heartstrings. Here I was about to tell my first love, yes Gabi was my step-sister but she was indeed the first woman I had loved, that I had found somebody else. Part of me wanted to get it over with and part of me wanted to just resume that embrace. I wasn't dumping Gabi, at least that wasn't my intention, but I guess that love under a backdrop of taboo was just a little limiting. I swallowed hard as I composed myself.
"As I was saying Gabi, the other day when I called you and asked you over, I mentioned that Mara and myself would like you to visit. So, that's what I wanted to tell you Gabi. I've found love, or rather love has found me."
I paused, wondering if this was coming our right or not and whether Gabi would understand the difference between making love and finding love. Composing myself once more, I continued.
"So, you see, what we had was wonderful, you are wonderful, but it isn't love. It's exciting, it's taboo and we shouldn't be doing it but at the same time I loved being with you. I wasn't planning for this to happen, it just did. A card, a kiss and . . . well you can probably guess the rest of the story."
I paused, waiting and watching for a reaction. It came but not in the way I expected. As if in slow motion, starting at the extremes and then spreading across the whole width, a smile emerged across Gabi's face. A smile becoming a beam. I sat and watch as she kissed me once more, full on the lips but a definite kiss and not an embrace.
"Oh Jamie," she began, almost in a state of exhilaration, "I'm so happy for you."
"What?" I interrupted, taken back a little by her happiness in the fact I had just told her she wasn't the only one.
"I said I was happy for you. Gabi has her Jules and now Jamie has his Mara. I was waiting for the day, actually hoping for the day, that we would have this conversation. I am really happy for you Jamie and can't wait to meet the woman who has taken your heart."
"You will," I interrupted, "in May. In fact she wants you to stay with her. She is nice Gabi and I do hope you will like her. It's just that . . ."
I never finished my sentence, my words suddenly been spoken from Gabi's mouth.
"It's just that you don't want her to know about Gabi and Jamie, correct?"
I nodded.
"That's OK," Gabi replied, smiling once more. "I won't tell her anything about Gabi and Jamie. Any other secrets you need to tell me Jamie?"
This time I shook my head. I was really surprised, actually happy, with the way in which she had taken the news. I guess I was a little off guard when it came to what happened next.
"Now, where were we?" Gabi . . . no, Little Sis, continued. "Oh, I know. Little Sis had bought an extra Easter present for Big Boy, a special egg in a gift box. It would be a real shame if you didn't unwrap it. What do you think?"
I had been so engrossed in telling her my story and waiting for a reaction that, when it did come, I never noticed the way that she was flipping between the two names; Jamie when she was being serious and Big Boy at other times. Now though it was Big Boy and, once again, I felt I could see that naughty twinkle in the corner of her eye. Reaching behind she grabbed the box off the table and handed it to me. I stared at the shiny black paper, wondering just what could be inside. She had called it an egg but the shape of the box was all wrong.
"Go on Big Boy, open it!" she urged.
I picked the box up, turned it over and slowly eased back the tape on the bottom. The same on each end left me with a plain brown box. I opened up the lid and glanced inside.
"Happy Easter," whispered Little Sis.
I was still staring at the contents and hadn't even registered her words. Inside the box were two items. The first was a black, egg-shaped object with a loop of cord emerging from one end. I ran my finger over the surface, feeling the cool sensitive touch of the black silicon coating. With it was a smaller plastic remote control, oval in shape and adorned with several buttons. I glanced up at Little Sis and she smiled back, before pulling herself into my body once more. I could feel her lips gently nuzzling up against my ear.
"So Jamie had Mara," she whispered, "but Big Boy still has Little Sis, and now we have an Easter egg to share. I don't know about you, but I'm eager to know how it works. What do you think Big Boy? Should I just get up on the table, right here, right now?"
"No Gabi, didn't you listen to what I was saying?"
There was a nibble at my ear lobe and then down the side of my neck, as Little Sis squeezed herself tightly into my chair. Every breath could be felt, the movement of her tiny frame squeezing her breasts up against my manly chest. I reached behind and put the box down on the table, the slightest tickle running down my neck as she continued to tease. I felt my cock stir slightly. It was ironic how my body was betraying my seriousness.
I inched myself forward in my chair and slowly struggled to stand-not so easy with Little Sis draped around your torso, even with her petite body. No matter what I did Little Sis was not in the mood for letting go, her legs now hooked around my body clamping me in, like a vice. I shook her gently, as much in play as intending to throw her off, but the outcome was not quite as desired-for one she held on firmer than ever and for two I now felt my hardening cock, still restrained by inside my trousers, nudge up against her panty clad pussy. From the gentle moan into my ear I guessed that Little Sis had felt it too.
There was only one thing for it. Unceremoniously I dumped her, ass first, onto the end of the kitchen table. I tried to pull away but she was having none of it-my only option was to prise her off me. The arms were easy, almost too easy. An enticing wink before she reclined back across the kitchen table, blowing the most seductive of kisses as she went.
She was a sight to behold, my naughty step-sister, lying back on the table with her ass slightly over the front edge and her panties thrust up tight against me. She smiled back at me and I suddenly had that deja vu sense. How she had done it I didn't know, but Little Sis had manoeuvered herself exactly where she wanted to be. I could feel her grind gently against my growing bulge, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. From the seriousness of only a few minutes ago, I was now back in the taboo world of Little Sis, and my resolve had gone.
I wasn't sure what this egg was all about but I sure wanted to find out. I guessed we had about an hour before our parents got back, so what harm would it do? I smiled back down at Little Sis, placing my hands under the front of her dress and caressing her soft naked skin. Her back arched slightly as I eased the fabric of her dress up her body, leaving it bunched up around the blackness of her bra. A quick fondle couldn't be avoided, kneading at the firm mounds inside their silky confines.
"Mmmm, Big Boy," came a whispered response as she closed her eyes.
Knowing that time was precious-we really didn't want to get caught red handed-I worked my way back down over her body. My tongue traced a narrow glistening path over her torso from breasts to mound. Reaching the black fabric of those knickers, I paused and sniffed, taking in the sweet scent of her hot sex. Even through the fabric, the aroma told of a hidden heat inside. I sank down to my knees, Little Sis' ankles now hooked over my shoulders, her legs splayed giving a perfect view of her fabric covered pussy.
"Ugh," she gasped as I nuzzled my nose into the fabric, taking in more of the sweet aroma and at the same time gently massaging her outer lips.
Without stopping I reached forward and gently coaxed her waistband down a couple of inches, just enough to allow the access I needed. It would have been so tempting to stand up once more and fuck her senseless on the table but I had something different on my mind, something tastier, and then of course I had that little egg to play with. She moaned in disappointment as I pulled back, watching the black fabric fall away slightly, providing the most beautiful glimpse of puffy pussy lips, shining with just a trace of love juices.
Hooking a finger around the gusset, I pulled her knickers off to one side. Here was a picture of beauty in front of me, and she was all mine. I nodded a sign of approval deep inside, enjoying the clean shaven mound and pussy, knowing how much it longed to be played with.
"Ugh," came another gasp, accompanied by a slight shiver, as I ran the fingers of my spare hand over her soft flesh. She was already moist, but an extra touch of lubrication was what I had in mind. Splaying her outer lips apart with my fingers revealed the deeper pink of her juicy cunt, a treat good enough to eat-just as well, as I was feeling a little peckish. I went straight for it, running my tongue through her sleek folds as I headed straight for her clit.
"Aghh," came a scream as I found my target, my tongue lapping over her hardening nub of nerves as her body writhed from the attention. My focus moved away, sliding down her crack until I found that cherished opening. The taste was fantastic and I just couldn't help lapping at her opening, drawing more of those sweet juices out from inside. She was writhing more and more, enjoying the simplicity of being tormented. I dipped my tongue inside, pushing as deep as I could, feeling her tight walls squeeze down on my invader. In, out, in, out, I was fucking her gently with the end of my tongue. The kitchen was now awash with carnal noise as Little Sis soaked up the attention.
My mind was set, it was time to see what this little toy could do. My tongue still up inside her pussy, I fumbled around for the box, finally grabbing it and withdrawing both the egg and the remote. Quite by accident I nudged one of the buttons on the control and, to a quite hum, the egg burst into life in my hand. I chuckled inside-a vibrating egg-this was going to be fun and I was going to enjoy being in control.
Turning the remote off, I pulled away from her cunt, replacing my tongue with the egg. I ran the soft silicon shell up and down her crack, coating it in her slick love juices. I added a little lick of my own for good measure and then I positioned it at her opening. I couldn't help myself and with the egg in place I gave the on-off button a couple of quick pulses.
"Aghh," she screamed as the sudden vibration shot up from her cunt and deep inside. She thrashed on the table, her head rocking from side to side and arms flailing as the egg took her by surprise. By now the kitchen was a carnal symphony, the low undertones of the buzzing egg melding with the higher pitched screams of a body on the edge, and finally joined by the patter of a pile of papers falling down to the floor. The egg was silent once more as I eased it up inside her, watching as her opening stretched around it and then closed back again. The only sign of the egg now was the loop of cord hanging out of her juicy pussy.
I was just about to have fun with the remote control when a noise on the drive caught my attention. "Shit," I thought to myself, where had the time gone.
"Quick, Gabi!" I practically shouted. "Get yourself tidied up, our parents are back."
"What!" she shrieked, almost in a state of panic.
I had never seen her move so fast, pulling her knickers back in place before jumping up off the table. She was half way out of the door before I had even started to pick up the papers. The papers were only just back in a sort of tidy pile on the table when I heard the car doors shut and footsteps approach the side door. Grabbing at the remote control and box, I slipped them into a pocket and sat down just in time.
"Hi Jamie," called out Mum. "You've done a great job. It looks so tidy."
"Thanks Mum," I replied, taking my leave and heading back into the house. It was only as I walked away that I noticed the damp patch at one end of the table, the last remnants from that juicy pussy.
Out of sight and out of earshot, I reached into my pocket and grabbed for the remote control. There were five buttons on the surface. I knew that one was the on-off and I could only guess that the others controlled the egg itself. I stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked up. Little Sis was nowhere to be seen, but I could hear footsteps in her bedroom. Slowly, I crept up the stairs, trying not to make any sound. I crossed the landing and headed into my room, gently closing the door. Her room was right next door and, with an ear to the wall, I could hear her pottering around inside.
It was a gamble but I decided I had to try. For all I knew she may be butt naked with the egg sat on a side somewhere but, either way, it would be good to surprise her. I pressed my thumb down hard on the on-off button and waited. In an instant I got the reply I wanted.
"Aghhh, shiiit, Jamieeee," came the shriek from next door as the egg started vibrating. I knew in an instant that it was still up inside her. So now was time to play. I had no idea what the buttons did but I simply had to press them all, one by one, my only guide being the reaction from the room next door. Already my manhood was back to full hardness as I listened in to Little Sis' chorus of shrieks and moans from inside her bedroom. I closed my eyes, imagining her naked, sprawled on her bed with a hard cock up inside-no, not a hard cock-my hard cock.
Almost subconsciously, my manhood had been released from its confines and I was gently stroking the length.
"Aghhh, no more!" she screamed.
I continued to stroke, providing no let up for Little Sis or myself. A drop of precum coated the surface of my head as I imagined my naughty step-sister in the throes of orgasm with that egg still throbbing inside. There was one button which seemed to have more effect than the others. I guessed it was the highest intensity and I pressed it hard, throwing the control on the bed as I turned my attention fully to my aching member. By the time I neared my own climax, I had already lost count of the number of screams from next door. I just had one thing on my mind and that was to push myself over the edge. With one hand tightly encircling the base of my cock, I frantically rubbed at the head. I held my breath, waiting for the explosion of pleasure.
"Aggghhhh," I gasped as I came hard.
Finally, I focused back on the room next door. All was quiet except for the low hum of the egg. I had to assume that she could take no more and had already pulled it out from inside. Having cleaned myself up, I knocked on her door.
"Little Sis," I whispered, out of earshot of our parents.
There was no reply. Not from inside, at least, but there was one from downstairs. I heard Mum call out to both of us that dinner was ready. I made a beeline for the kitchen and sat down at the table, almost looking for that damp patch but noticing that it was no longer there. It was a good five minutes later when Gabi appeared. She was back dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, with no immediate indication of the sexual gratification she had just been through. If you looked carefully though you would have noticed the flushed tone of her skin, the slightly heavy breathing and the way her eyes once again shot daggers at me.
As Mum served the chicken, all I could think about was the climax I had served on my naughty step-sister. If this was to be the last time, then it was one hell of a way to go end on.
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I departed on the Monday, and returned back to university and to my waiting Mara.
"I've missed you," I said, clutching her into a deep embrace.
"Me too," came a hurried reply in between a flurry of full on kisses. "How about Gabi," she finally asked.
"Oh, she's fine and looking forward to cumming over here next month."
I left myself that little internal chuckle. I knew it was the end but I just had to chuck the word "cumming" in there.
Boy, had Little Sis enjoyed cumming.There are always some things in life which are so predictable. For example, why does time go so fast when you are having fun, or why does it always seem that the grass is greener on the other side? There are many such sayings, but the one in my mind at the moment was around not being able to put off the inevitable. Three weeks had already flown by—that was the having fun bit, back alone with darling Mara—and now Little Sis' visit was almost upon us—that was the never being able to put off the inevitable bit.
My mood had changed and not necessarily for the better. The more I thought about her visit, the tetchier I became. It wasn't Mara's fault. In fact, it wasn't anything to do with Mara. I guess, in a nutshell, I was scared. They say that what you don't know can't hurt you, and to be honest I wanted to keep it that way. So, what was I scared of? I guess it was the unpredictability which came with Little Sis. If nothing else she was kind of impetuous, and I really didn't know if she was going to keep us a secret. Yes, she had said that she wouldn't tell Mara about Jamie and Gabi but even so, I had my doubts. Boy, I couldn't wait to get this weekend over with. It was just the not knowing which worried me. Not knowing whether I'd be left to pick up the pieces, or in fact whether there would even be any pieces left to pick up.
So, there was only one thing for it. Back to my opening statement of why does time go so fast when you are having fun. The answer was there, in full view. Little Sis would be here for two nights and two days, so make sure the time was packed out with lots of fun things to do. With a fun-filled weekend there wouldn't even be the opportunity for her to get up to any mischief.
She would arrive on the Friday night. That was an easy one; food, drink and she was bound to be tired after the journey. Saturday, now that was a little trickier but maybe the excuse of some private time with my step-sister would keep her out of harm's reach. Saturday night was the one to keep an eye on, and then Sunday she would be off back home.
Why was I scheming like this? Was I really so worried or was I just being overly cautious? I guess there was so much at stake, so much to lose. But then, would she really do this to me? She had Jules, her lesbian lover, and they both seemed so happy together, so maybe what we had was just a bit of fun. She genuinely did seem happy for me when I told her about Mara, but we did still end up being a little more than just siblings when it came to that Easter egg. Oh boy, life was so difficult. Roll on Monday was all I could think.
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By the time Friday came around, you could cut the tension with a knife. There were still a couple of hours before Little Sis arrived, but already I was on edge and it was obvious that Mara had noticed. It was in that same dining area, the one where I first noticed how coy Mara was being to me, that we ended up chatting over a late afternoon coffee.
"There's something wrong, isn't there Jamie?" she asked, her eyes showing the merest concern for my wellbeing.
"No, I'm fine," came an almost distant reply.
"You can't mean that. I can see it in your eyes. Something is wrong."
There was a pause. Maybe too long a pause as I thought about what to say. I could hardly come clean, could I?
"Look, Jamie. It's me, Mara. You can tell me. Have I done something to upset you?"
"No, nothing."
"So, if it's not me, then what is it. You've been so different over the last few days."
Again, a pause. I really wasn't up for twenty questions, but I guessed I was going to get it nonetheless.
"Nothing. Really, it's nothing. I guess I'm just a little nervous about . . . "
It was at this point that I realised just how good Mara was at reading my mind. I was like an open book.
". . . a little nervous about Gabi coming for the weekend," she said, finishing my sentence almost word for word from what I was planning to say.
"Yes," I replied nonchalantly. "What if she doesn't like . . ."
". . . like the weekend? . . . like spending time with you? . . . like me?"
"I guess so. I so want everything to go well. I've tried to think of everything, to pack in as much as we can. We can do the town, a meal, there's a band on at the uni, maybe the cinema also. What would you do Mara?"
This time it was Mara who paused for thought.
"It's all fantastic Jamie, but aren't you missing one thing?"
"What?"
"Well, answer me this. What did you do when you went to hers?"
"Mmmm . . . we did the town . . . yes, and a meal . . . some wine . . . and I guess some time together, me, Gabi and her girlfriend Jules."
"So, don't you see what's missing Jamie? You've fretted about packing the weekend out, but where is the us time? The whole idea of this visit was for us all to get to know each other. Give her some space Jamie and let her chill. I'm sure we'll have some things in common to talk about."
"You're right Mara." I had to admit she was correct. The whole idea was for her to meet Little Sis and I was busy making sure it happened as little as possible. "Yes, we should make some time for us. And that's another thing. I've been thinking about the sleeping arrangements. I know you said that Gabi could stay with you, but don't you think it would be better for her to have my room and I stay at yours? After all, the two of you haven't even met yet, so what if you don't hit it off?"
"Jamie, if I didn't know better, I could think you were trying to keep the two of us apart. But, more importantly, did Gabi leave you all alone when you went to hers?"
"No," I replied sheepishly "but that was different. She had a big house."
"It's no different. You don't want your step-sister all alone on an alien campus. So, the answer is . . . she sleeps at mine! I promise not to bite. Now, isn't it time you ought to be thinking about making a move?"
I glanced down at my watch, shocked at where the time had gone. If I didn't get my skates on Little Sis would be waiting at the station and I'd be nowhere to be seen. I smiled at Mara, gave her a quick kiss on the lips and bid my farewell.
"Oh, and Jamie," she called after me. "Bring her to mine first so that she can drop her bags off."
"Yes, yes," I replied, now trying to hurriedly make my exit. "Let me ask her what she prefers when she gets here."
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We made it back to campus a couple of hours later. The train had been a little late. Against Mara's better wishes I dropped the bags off in my room. If nothing else, I wanted the chance to catch up a little before introducing Little Sis to Mara. I guess it was a case of putting off the inevitable once more. Unbelievably though, she was having none of it.
"So, where is she? Where is this woman who is making an honest man of my Big Boy?" Little Sis teased.
Undeterred I tried to take her into my arms, but she simply evaded my grasp. This I certainly wasn't expecting, and to be honest I was a little perturbed by her nonchalance. Was this really my Little Sis, suddenly not wanting to know me? But then the other question was, why did I feel this way? It was obvious that she had come here with just one intention on her mind and that was to meet Mara. At least it would mean that the weekend went without any excitement. I should have been happy? Was it a case that, deep down, I wasn't sure that I trusted her? Or was it just so out of character?
"Later," I whispered, trying to grab her attention. "Now, how about a little time together first? Then a little food. There's a band on, so we could meet Mara then."
"No, Big Boy," she retorted. "I'm a little tired after the journey. Food sounds good, and maybe a quick drink, but now rather than later. Then a little sleep, me thinks. Tomorrow we can do everything you planned. Now, where would I find this Mara? Why else did you think I was here?"
I looked deep into her eyes, expecting a teasing wink or something of the like, but it never came. She was quite serious, and I knew there was no option when she was in this sort of mood. A matter of minutes later we were on the other side of the campus, knocking on a familiar door. I'd barely finished rapping my knuckles on the wood, when the door swung open and I was fighting off an excitable Mara. Immediately she had arms wrapped around my shoulders, her lips against mine as if we hadn't seen each other for months rather than the few hours it had actually been. Eventually, despite her better efforts, I pulled myself out of her grasp.
"Mara, please can I introduce Gabi."
Suddenly Mara was playing the shy, coy girlfriend. Had she really forgotten that Gabi was coming today? Surely not, but if not then she was playing a very good game. If I stopped to think about it, I would soon have recognised that this was simply a statement. In fact, it was too statements: "Hands Off" and "He's Mine".
"Good to meet you Gabi," came the reply along with a typically European kiss on each cheek. "It is so good to meet you at last. Jamie has told me so much."
"Nothing too bad, I hope," was the only reply from my step-sister.
So, it wasn't a chilly reception, but neither was it overly welcoming. It would be interesting to see how the evening developed, starting with a bite to eat. As Gabi had requested, we kept it simple. There was a Chinese place just off campus, nothing flashy just good wholesome food, which we often frequented. The food seemed to go down well, followed by a drink in the university bar. The band was on, but we didn't stay for long. To be honest they were not the best in the world. It was on the way back that Mara suddenly piped up.
"So, Gabi, I thought you could stay at mine whilst you were here. There's a spare bed as my roommate is away. What do you think?
"But, Mara," I jumped in "maybe Gabi wants her own private space. She could always stay at. . . "
I never got to finish the sentence. A hard kick on the ankle from Little Sis told me to shut up.
"I'd love to, Mara. Maybe we could use the time to get a little closer to each other." She turned and smiled in my direction. "Now, Jamie, would you be so sweet as to bring over my bag. I trust you know where to go."
With that, we went our separate directions. Half an hour later I was once again on my own, having left the two women to their night together. As I sauntered back to my place, I wondered just what they might be getting up to, or more to the point, just what they might be chatting about. I guessed I would find out the next morning, for good or for bad.
If only I could have been a fly on the wall. Maybe then I would know what was likely to be coming my way.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
On the other side of campus, the two women were making the most of their time together. A bottle of white was almost empty and, with reservations disappearing under the influence of alcohol, conversation was already flowing freely. Most of the questions though were heading in one direction.
"You're not Jamie's actual sister, are you?" probed Mara.
"Er, no, but we've been together as a family for several years. I guess that makes me his stepping-sister, do you think?"
There was laughter.
"Yes, I guess so . . . but we would say step-sister. I think Jamie likes you a lot though. You seem very close. What's he really like?"
"Well, as brothers go, I guess he's one of the best. God, it sounds so trite, but he's everything you might want and more. He's always been there for me when I've needed something, and I wouldn't want it any other way."
"So, you really do like him, just as much as he likes you."
"Yes of course, is that so odd?"
"And you say he'd do anything for you?"
"Yes . . . he's my brother isn't he."
"What sort of things does he do? Go on, tell me what it's like being with Jamie."
"Wow, Mara, you certainly ask a lot of questions."
"Oh, it's just the Latin in me. We tend to be very direct. Now where was I . . . oh, yes. Go on, then," she smiled as she spoke, "dish the dirt on him."
"Dirt?"
"You know, there must be some little secrets. Things only you would know, and he really wouldn't want you to let on about."
"I don't know what you mean. He's just Jamie, my lovely step-brother and I'm so happy he's found you. He came to see me over Easter and all he could talk about was his delightful Mara, nothing else. He loves you Mara."
Mara's face turned a deep shade of red. Had she misread the situation? Here she was, probing away to get Gabi to dish the dirt and it seemed that there was nothing to dish. She turned her attention away from Jamie, and instead enquired about Gabi as they finished off the wine.
"And how about you Gabi? Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No, not me."
"What? Somebody as pretty as you. Surely they'd be queuing around the block."
Gabi laughed, glanced at Mara, then replied.
"You know Mara, not everyone wants the same things. What is it you say about reading the outside of a book?"
"Er, not sure I follow you."
"You know, the cover doesn't always match the insides. You asked if I have a boyfriend. I said no, and you question why. I don't have a boyfriend, that's correct. But I do have a girlfriend, and to me she's as wonderful as my Jamie is to you."
There was a painful silence as Mara swallowed her pride. She really had put her foot in it.
"Please excuse me Gabi. After all that wine I really must pay a visit."
With that, Mara lifted herself up out of her beanbag. For anyone watching, it wasn't an elegant sight as, after several glasses, she was just a little unsteady on her feet. A firm ass, wrapped tightly in denim, waved more than once towards her guest. What Mara never noticed though, was the way that Gabi watched intently as she sauntered off in the direction of the little girl's room, nor the sly smile on Gabi's face.
By the time Mara returned the wine glasses had been filled again. She sat down once more on her beanbag. Was there something different or was she imagining it? Maybe it was the wine clouding her memory, but Gabi seemed just a little closer than before.
"I'm so sorry," Mara blurted out, trying to hide her embarrassment. " I really thought . . ."
". . . thought that Jamie and me were an item?" interrupted Gabi, who was now resting on one elbow and looking Mara straight in the eyes.
Mara had just become two-foot-tall, a mere shadow of herself sinking under the weight of her own actions. How was she going to get out of this one?
"You really thought we had got it off together, didn't you?"
"No, not at all."
"Sure? I may be a foreigner, but I can read the body language."
"Sorry?"
"Oh, you know Mara. The embrace like you hadn't seen him for an eternity. Is it really true love or was it more for my attention . . . you know, a sort of you can look but touching you better not do."
"No, not at all. I really didn't . . ."
"Of course, whatever you say. I believe you," came a rather doubting response, the eyes betraying any belief in what had been said. "Anyway, finish your wine and ask away. I guess neither of us have anything to hide."
It wasn't quite down in one, but it didn't take long for both glasses to be empty once more. It was Gabi who took them, and the bottle, out into the kitchen. This time round it was Mara's turn to admire a firm ass swaying as she walked. Gabi was so petite, so cute, so lovable. Mara shook her head. It was no wonder that she had a girlfriend, and it would be no wonder if she had a boyfriend too. Already Mara's mind was racing away, delving deeper into an endless maze. Up ahead the paths forked. The question was which one to take? Which path would lead to the truth? In her mind, Mara glanced down each path. A left turn and an image of Jamie and Mara disappearing into the distance. To the right was the same image, but this time it was Gabi hand in hand with Jamie. A glance straight ahead showed the three of them, together yet apart.
Mara was still pondering the right path to take when Gabi returned. This time though, she didn't sit back down on her beanbag. Instead, Gabi knelt down in front of Mara, her legs spread slightly apart and the gape of her short skirt almost providing a tempting view up inside."So, my dear Mara, shall we chase to the cut, as you say?"
Mara laughed before correcting.
"Yes, yes, that's what I said," came a rather indignant response from Gabi. "You really do love my Jamie, don't you?"
Mara nodded, a shy embarrassed movement of the head.
"And I guess you want to know if he is true to you."
Another shy nod.
"And I guess I want to know if you are the right one for him. I love my Jamie, too. We've had a good thing together and I do care about him, deeply. So, Mara, ask away and I will give you only honest answers, whether they are what you want to hear or not."
There was a silent pause, broken only by the sound of Mara swallowing as she composed herself.
"So, Gabi, I need to know. Did you and Jamie . . . you know . . . did you?"
"Did we what?"
"He's so happy when he talks about you, but so secretive at the same time. I'm worried he's hiding something. I think he loves you Gabi."
"I hope he does. I love him too. He is my step-brother after all."
Another pause.
"So, did you do it Gabi?"
"You mean, did I kiss him?"
"Yes."
"And, did I play with him?"
"Yes."
"And, did I fuck him?"
"Yes!"
"And, did he long for it?"
"Yes!"
"Tell me Mara, is Jamie your first?"
"What the hell has that got to do with it? I'm asking you. Are the two of you an item?"
"Well let me see, that would depend. If you mean, are we close, then of course we are. If you mean, did we get close, then of course we did. If you mean, are we lovers, then I've already told you that I only have eyes for another woman."
"So, you did. I knew it!"
There was indignation in Mara's eyes as she struggled to get up off the beanbag. Instead of rising to her feet, under the effects of copious amounts of white wine, she fell forward, almost into Gabi's waiting arms.
"So, tell me Mara, did you have another before Jamie?"
"Yes, but that's . . . "
"Different?"
"Yes! Why?"
"And did you love him?"
"I thought so, but I guess not. At the time it was right, but I know now that it was not what I wanted."
"So, tell me Mara. What is it you want?"
Mara looked Gabi straight in the eyes. She had asked her questions and got responses which hadn't fully provided answers but had told her what she feared.
"I want to know. I want to . . . "
She was struggling to ask the obvious. Staring into those seductive eyes there was just a little something. Mara couldn't put her finger on it, but it was there. What did she want to know? What was the question? Was it all about Mara and Jamie or was there something else as well?
"I need to know Gabi. Is there still something between you and Jamie?"
"What do you want me to say? I'm sorry it ever happened? I can't say that Gabi, and I'm sure you wouldn't say that about your first. We are close and at the time it seemed right. It's not like we are related after all, but as I told you my heart is with another woman."
"And, would you do it again?"
"If the chance arose, then yes of course. But I know that Jamie loves you Mara. For us it was just a little excitement. You know what they say, variety is the spice of life and all that. It was nothing more than that. Jules though, my girlfriend and lover, is quite different."
"And, was he?"
"Was he what?"
"Was he exciting? Was he all you wanted? Was he better than . . ."
"Than this?"
Taking Mara's hands in her, Gabi leant forward and gently placed a kiss on her host's lips. She lingered for a moment, enjoying the warm tenderness of that caress then pulled away. There was silence. Mara simply sat there, staring deep into Gabi's eyes, pondering what had just happened. Was she shocked? Was she annoyed? Was she confused, or maybe just a little excited? You wouldn't want to be playing cards with this one, her poker face giving nothing away.
"So, Mara, as I said it was nothing more than a little excitement. We all have the people we love, but sometimes we need a little something else as well. You must have felt it yourself. That desire, that temptation, that something you know is wrong, but you just have to . . . "
This time it was Gabi who didn't manage to finish her sentence, her words trailing off into a muffled mumble as lips met lips once more. For what seemed an eternity, the two young women simply sat there in that tender embrace. Finally, Mara pulled away one more.
"Prove it to me Gabi. If variety is really the spice of life, then show me tonight just how different another woman is. Tomorrow can be Jamie's day to explain all."
Was it the drink or something else? Whatever it was, Mara's heart was beating fast, a nervous excitement deep inside. She'd wondered on more than one occasion just what it would be like with another woman, but without any conviction to go ahead. Here though was a gilt-edged opportunity and under the circumstances there was absolutely nothing to lose. After all, what was Jamie going to say if he found out?
"Are you sure Mara? Is this really what you want?"
The answer came in actions not words. Another kiss, this time a deep meaningful embrace, the two women now locked together with arms around each other. Passions were rising fast and before long that kiss had become much more. A stifled moan from Mara as her tongue met Gabi's sending tiny shockwaves of electricity though her body. She was lost in the moment and any inhibition that there might have been had long since disappeared.
Within moments Mara was half naked, her top and bra having been expertly removed. It was those same soft lips, this time latching down on her hardening nub of a nipple, which released the next response.
"Mmmmm," moaned Mara as her nub was sucked into Gabi's mouth before being released with an audible plop.
Mara already had her eyes closed as her nipples continued to be teased, first one and then the other. There was a tingle inside, ever so slight but a definite tingle. It was different to being with Jamie, more delicate, more subtle, more understanding of just what she needed.
"Mmmmm, yessss," she continued to moan.
A hand replaced the mouth, but the teasing of her now hard nubs never ceased. A tweak here, a pinch there, just enough to keep the fires going. She gasped as a second hand rested between her legs, gently massaging her sex through the fabric of her jeans. Then that mouth, this time nibbling at her ear lobe. There was a warm flow as Gabi whispered into her ear.
"We'd be a bit more comfortable on the bed, don't you think? I'll help you out of these."
A few minutes later and the two women were lying side by side on top of the pale pink duvet. They were so different, lying there in each other's arms. Mara was not exactly the tallest in the world but, even so, her body was considerable larger than Gabi's petite frame. Even more of a contrast though was that of skin tones, between Mara's tanned Latino appearance and Gabi's porcelain pale complexion. Despite the obvious differences though, the two women had one single desire which was enjoyment.
Every dance has the one who leads, and the one who follows. To Mara, sexual passion was just another dance, but in this case, who was the lead? She looked at Gabi, a confused yet inquisitive look, as if requesting her smaller companion to show her the way. Gabi had never been backward in coming forward—Jamie had found that out month's earlier, much to his eventual delight—and soon took matters into her own hands. Graceful as the dancer she aspired to be, Gabi stretched a leg over Mara's tanned body and pulled herself up on top. Kneeling over her younger lover, Gabi leaned forward and placed a kiss gently on Mara's lips before whispering into her ear once more.
"Can I make a suggestion?"
"Yes please," came Mara's willing reply.
"You trust me, don't you?"
"I think so."
"And you want to know what it is like?"
"Yes. Yes. I want to know, at least once, what it is like to be with another woman."
"Then, close your eyes for me Mara. Sight is a wonderful thing but tends to tell you what you want to know, what you think are the correct things to know. Let your imagination flow and trust your other senses. Then, and only then, will you get the answers you are looking for."
Slowly, as if falling peacefully asleep, Mara closed her eyes. The room plunged into darkness and, but for a combination of Gabi's soft breath across her neck and the obvious weight of the smaller woman kneeling across her torso, she could have been alone. Mara waited, breathing quickly, shallowly, wondering just what was to come and whether she had made the right choice.
A nibble on her ear sent shivers down Mara's body. Gentle lips locked down on her softness, stretching the fleshy lobe all the way until it popped back out into freedom. It was nothing more than a kiss on the ear but seemed so sensual. The caress continued, moving downwards across her bare neck like a thousand silk sheets being drawn gently across her tender skin. So little but so sensual was all Mara could think. She was disappointed when the attention ceased, the silence of the blackness finally broken by Gabi's sweet voice.
"So, how are you feeling?"
There was a pause before Mara replied.
"I don't know. Confused, I guess. Scared, maybe. I know this is wrong, but what you did felt so right."
"I can stop if you want, or you can trust your senses. It's only wrong if you want it to be wrong. That decision is yours alone. So, do you want to continue?"
"Yes, yes. Please Gabi, please . . . "
The two women's lips met once more, stifling any further conversation. It was such a tender caress, so soft, so gentle, so seductive. Mara was breathing deeply, as a tingle built in her lips once more. She didn't hesitate when the firmness of a tongue probed at her soft lips, opening slightly and allowing the invader inside. That feeling, as the ends touched, was divine. A shot of electricity passed though her, sending shivers deep inside. She wasn't sure how long they had stayed in that one embrace but was disappointed when Gabi finally pulled away, repositioning her weight a little further down the bed.
Then there was nothing. Darkness, silence, barely a movement. The wait, maybe the anticipation, was agonising. A movement under her eyelids told of a young woman desperately searching through the darkness, searching for just what was to come next.
Mara didn't have too long to wait. A moaned gasp from below, told of that next unseen touch. The touch of a warm tongue flicking quickly yet gently across her ample mounds. One breast followed by the next, her dark puffy nipples soon returning to hard sensitive nubs. A hand joined the torment, kneading away at one breast whilst that mouth continued to work on the other.
"Aghh," she moaned as lips clamped down on the hardened nub, pulling away with an audible plop.
Still Gabi worked away at her lover's breasts, knowing just what Mara would be feeling. Before long, a subdued chorus of moans filled the room, the symphony of a young woman's increasing desire. A playful bite on each nub followed, sending shivers of delight through Mara's body.
Once more, Gabi repositioned herself, moving further down the young woman's body until she was kneeling somewhere around mid-thigh. She lifted one knee, pulling it across until it was gently resting in between Mara's legs. A little nudge was the only command she needed as Mara moved her leg outwards. A repeat performance, and before long Gabi was kneeling in between her lover's outstretched legs. She leant forward, using her arms for stabilisation, and placed a kiss on her Mara's lips.
"Ready?" Gabi whispered.
She didn't even wait for a reply, breaking away from that kiss and running her warm tongue down the length of Mara's naked torso. A trail of glistening saliva followed the journey downwards, across her neck, between her aching breasts, tickling her navel as Gabi dipped inside, before ending at the first wisps of dark bush. Fingers took over the journey, tracing lines across her downy mound as they sought the hidden delights below.
Gabi stopped, just at the apex of her lover's mound and took a glance across her naked beauty. Was she enjoying it? The chorus of carnal moans told its own story. Gabi inched backwards before delving in, not with fingers, but with the end of her tongue. She ran it gently down Mara's snatch, sampling the merest taste of sweet love. A hand on the inside of each thigh, Gabi encouraged her lover to open up.
Mara didn't need asking twice and spread her legs out as wide as was comfortable, her knees raised at the sides and her tender snatch on full view. She held her breath and waited.
"Mmmm," Mara moaned as that tongue ran the length of her puffy outer lips, before easing them open and delving inside.
"So sweet," Gabi thought to herself as she lapped at her lover's juices. She wasn't sure what was more delightful about her lesbian passions. Was it the wildness of another woman being taken over the edge of delight, or was it the taste of hot young sex? For all Jamie had his benefits, there was nothing to compare to the sweet nectar of love. Gabi was lapping away at the now free-flowing juices, running her tongue down the length of Mara's snatch. She would stop momentarily and tease a little, flicking her tip across Mara's sensitive clit or rimming around the edge of her opening, but nothing more.
Gabi had one thing on her mind which was to take the young beauty to the edge with nothing more than her mouth. The increasing moans told her that she was progressing well. It was time to up the ante.
"Aghhh," came a stifled scream from below as Mara's tongue pushed its way deep inside.
Gabi was like a woman possessed, eating out her lover and enjoying every morsel. Her tongue was dipping in and out of that steaming love canal, feeling the muscles contract and flex as the first signs off orgasm built. Pulling out, Gabi nibbled gently on her lover's hardened nub of a clit, sending shivers through Mara's body as she tensed with the excitement. She pulled away, admiring her handiwork as she let young Mara drift away from the edge. There was something about a glistening pussy, engorged outer lips revealing the sweet desires inside. There was something more about a hot young pussy, cumming hard on the end of her fingers. That feel of the walls pulsating as they bore down on her invading digits, accompanied by a symphony of passion.
Just one more taste of those sweet love juices, Gabi promised herself as she ran her tongue down the length of Mara's snatch. Still licking her lips, she positioned two fingers at the opening to Mara's love canal, hovering just over her hot sex but not close enough to be felt. Then, as if at the sound of the starter's gun, she thrust them inside.
"Aghh!" Mara moaned at the sudden invasion, a moan borne out of surprise rather than pain.
It was the start of what was to be a crescendo of noise as she came closer and closer to the edge. From the outside Gabi's long fingers, although fully impaled inside her lover's cunt, were more or less motionless. There was none of the rampant thrusting that a cock would bring, nor that pummeling slap of balls on ass. The swan slides gracefully over the lake, but from underneath you see those feet paddling ten to the dozen. Images are deceptive.
Mara was thrashing around on the bed with nothing more than two fingers within her tight young cunt. Two fingers tracing tiny circles over her fabled g-spot, edging her close and closer to the point of no return. Every now and again a quick thrust in and out, or a slow grind from side to side pushed Mara that little bit closer, but it was the merest attention of those finger tips which were doing the damage.
It was becoming harder and harder to continue the gentle tease, as Mara's walls clamped down on the invading fingers, contractions coming now at regular intervals as her lover tensed and relaxed. Slowly Gabi started to stroke in and out, a regular smooth motion, the speed in perfect harmony with the moans from below.
"Aghhh," screamed Mara as she tensed, her back arching on the bed and her head thrashing from side to side.
Gabi knew in that instant that her lover was cumming, and cumming hard. She rode the wave of ecstasy for a good couple of minutes, the orgasm prolonged by those fingers impaled within her sensitive pussy. By the time that Mara had reached down and held tightly onto Gabi's hand, she was breathing raggedly, gasping for every short intake of breath.
Slowly, together, the two women withdrew Gabi's fingers from Mara's sodden pussy. Mara, in turn, opened her eyes and glanced down at Gabi as she struggled to catch her breath. Mara watched as the two glistening fingers approached her mouth, opening just enough to taste her own sweet juices.
"Thank you," she whispered back at Gabi.
Mara opened her arms to her lover, and the two embraced lying naked in each other's arms on top of the bed. She closed her eyes. She had an answer, a very pleasant answer, but what did it really mean and how did it relate to Gabi and Jamie? Before she had time to consider, she was asleep.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It was the brightness of sunshine flooding in through the curtains which woke Mara the next morning. She must have slept through, still naked, and still in that embrace with her lover of the night before. Carefully, thinking Gabi was still asleep, Mara rolled over, extracting her arms from around Gabi's petite frame. A voice took her by surprise.
"You seemed so tired. I really didn't want to wake you. I hope you don't mind that I'm still on your bed," came Gabi's voice.
There was a hesitation as Mara sat herself up on the bed. She was naked, and so was Gabi, two practical strangers with just one thing in common.
"That's fine Gabi, but I think we'd better be getting up now. Jamie will be wondering what we've been up to."
"And, what have we been up to?"
"You know, Gabi. Last night, the two of us."
"Oh yes, that. Are you going to tell him about that?"
"I should," came an almost remorseful Mara. "It was wrong, and I cheated on him. I shouldn't have done it, we shouldn't have done it."
"If that's what you think, then go and tell him. But, were you cheating on him, or was it just a moment of innocent inquisition? I guess the question is what it really meant to you?"
"Oh . . ." Mara paused really not expecting such a question. "I don't know any more, I really don't know what to think. What we did was fantastic, and I love you for taking me there Gabi, but it doesn't change anything. Jamie is still the one for me. Can you understand what I am saying? Does it make sense? I do hope I haven't upset you."
There was a pause, a nervous silence, broken by childish laughter.
"Oh, Mara," Gabi replied "you haven't upset me at all. In fact, you've made me happy to think that I was the one to take you to experiences new. If you want my two of your pennies, what we did last night was normal and no different to me and Jamie. Everybody needs to try new things, to experience all life has to give, and sometimes we choose a safe option. I've had lesbian tendencies for many years, and now I'm deeply in love with Jules, but I just had to know what it would be like to have a man. Would it be different? I needed to know, but at the same time I didn't want a man. Jamie was there and somebody I could trust. Now though he has you, and you love him."
"Yes, yes, I love your Jamie."
"He's not my Jamie. He's my Big Boy, but he's most definitely your Jamie, Mara. What we did was no different to what you did last night. Will I tell Jules about us? Yes, in the same way that I told her about me and Jamie."
"Really?"
"Yes, of course. We don't keep secrets, they will only cause damage."
"And what did she say?"
"She understood. Jules knows that I am for her, in the same way that I know she is for me. She knows though that I have feelings both ways, and a long time ago we agreed to be open in our relationship. I wouldn't stop Jules if she wanted to experiment, as long as we still have the core of our love for each other. She met Jamie when he came over to see us, so she knows all about us. Nothing has changed. If anything, we are stronger for our understanding of each other. So how about you and Jamie, has anything changed?"
"I guess not. I still love him, if that's what you mean."
"Perfect, so will you tell him? Will you let him know that you've experimented with another woman and enjoyed it? Will you share with him that you have something, or rather somebody, in common with him?"
"I don't know. What if . . ."
"Oh, don't worry about that. I know my Jamie. He'll understand and be happy for you. It can, and will, only make you closer. Gabi and Jules, Jamie and Mara, it was like it was meant to be. Two couples, always there for each other."
"Will you be there? Will you help me if he doesn't understand? You know, tell him it was nothing more than a little drunken experiment?"
"I can if you want. But was it a little drunken experiment, or was it just Mara discovering her recessive bi side? Either way, I will be there."
"Thank you, Gabi. For last night, for today, and for whatever comes tomorrow."
"You know what Mara. I reckon we should have a little fun with our Jamie. You know he's shit scared that I was going to spill the peas and tell you all about us?"
Mara laughed, "I guessed as much, and that's why I wanted you over here. By the way, they're beans not peas."
"Whatever, all the same to me. So why don't we keep him in suspenders and let him worry some more about what I may or may not have told you."
"What, keep him guessing? All day?"
"Yes, all day? Would it be too cruel?"
"Oh, no," smiled Mara. "I reckon it will be what he deserves. If you're right his choice will be a simple one, but we can make him squirm a little first. I could actually enjoy that. There's only one problem though."
"What's that?"
"Well, what should we do with him after he's squirmed a little?"
The two women laughed.
"Oh, I'm sure we can find a way for him to make it up to you. Don't you think so Mara?"
Today was going to be fun, for them at least, but maybe just a little stressful for their common interest.It wasn't the sunshine which had woken me up from my slumber. I'd been awake for hours and watched the day itself rise out of its own sleep. I'd woken mid dream, much to my disappointment. It was one of those dreams, the ones you long for but happen all too rarely, and most often never reach their climax. My morning wood told of the arousing nature of another nighttime fantasy.
I could still see it, almost every detail as fresh as if it was happening right in front of me. Slowly, she straddled my waist, lifting up at the knees until the tip of my manhood was nestled into her waiting sex. I could feel it all yet could make out nothing, the important bits remaining hazy in my mind. Yes, slowly she sank down and her warmth enveloped me, but who was she? I struggled to make out her face, straining into the darkness and then, just as she started to come into focus, I awoke. I could feel it all, but still did not know who my lover was. That bit was an eternal blur. Was it Mara? Maybe it was Gabi? Somebody else? Why? Why did dreams, as exciting as they may be, always leave something to be desired.
All this dream had accomplished was to reopen my worries. The two women in my life, the one I loved and the one I had been loving, had spent the night together on the other side of campus. That wasn't the problem. The problem was not knowing quite what they had been up to. Could I trust my step-sister not to let slip about the two of us? She was the direct sort, as I had found out, but I did hope she could be discreet as well. Then there was Mara. Mara had been so happy to have Gabi over, to the point of almost forcing me to make it happen. Why had she behaved like that? Was she really so interested in the two of us?
It was the uncertainty which racked my mind. I'd packed the day full of activities. That was my plan to keep Little Sis away from making trouble, but had the damage already been done? I guess breakfast would tell all, but that was still a few hours away. Whatever the outcome, for sure I could not sleep any more. I simply sat in the window and watched as the first fingers of daylight slowly spread out across a new morn.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I had a cunning plan which would take care of the entire day. First of all, a little retail therapy in town, followed by lunch and then maybe back to campus for a few drinks. There was a band on which should take care of the evening. I guessed it was set in stone that the two women would spend the night together again, so I hadn't even thought about trying to dissuade them.
So far, so good. Despite my apprehensions, the two women were more than amicable when I picked them up, and most friendly all the way into town. Even when we reached lunchtime the day still seemed to be going without complication. Mara and Gabi seemed very friendly towards each other. In fact, they appeared just a little too friendly, but maybe I was reading too much into that. You know, looking for what wasn't there but believing I had found it.
I'd really worried about how to balance my time between Gabi and Mara, but actually it seemed that I was the gooseberry in this threesome, or maybe even the centre of attention. Oh yes, I was watching quite attentively, looking for the first signs of what the two women may have been discussing the previous night. I had already set my mind. Either the two of them had turned in for bed the minute I had left them, or they had literally been up half the night with some girly chit-chat. Either way, it seemed my secret relationship with Gabi was safe and with it, my relationship with Mara was intact. Before long, it was the rumblings inside which ruled my mind, and not the risk of our incestuous relationship being outed by my step-sister.
"So, ladies, fancy anything to eat?"
There was laughter, childish laughter as the two women looked at each other then back at me. I almost imagined that Mara's eyes were looking just a little further down than Gabi's.
"I thought you'd never ask," came Mara's reply, once again seemingly flicking her eyes towards my crotch.
"So, what'll it be?" I asked once more.
"What are the options?" came Gabi's quick reply.
"Well," I considered carefully before replying, "the Italian's pretty good if you want pizza or pasta. There's a new Tex-Mex but I haven't tried it, or the usual culprits when it comes to burgers. Anything float your boat?"
It was Gabi who responded, a rather constructed tone to her reply.
"I was thinking of something a little more meaty. Perhaps something a little hot and spicy."
"Yes, Jamie," came Mara's addition. "How about a nice long sausage. That should fill us up nicely. What do you think Gabi?"
"Sausage?" I replied, slightly surprised by the apparent choice of food.
"Yeah," came an enthusiastic reply from Gabi, "a nice long one. Take it deep in your mouth, a good suck as you pull it out, then a little teasing nibble at one end. What do you think Mara?"
"Never thought of it that way. Me? . . . well, I prefer to take it slowly, just a little at a time until it's all inside. What do you think Jamie? Can we get a good filling sausage around here?"
I was starting to feel a little conscious that something wasn't quite right with the two women but, being a man and a bit slow at that, I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I assumed it was just high spirits. Maybe the two of them had hit it off the night before. Whatever, the atmosphere was better than I expected and with that my guard was slipping. I'd worried about nothing.
"Nope," I replied. "Burger, pasta or, if you want, I'll rustle up some sausages when we get back."
We settled on the pasta. It was a good choice, not too pricy but rather tasty.
The rest of the afternoon passed without incident and before long we were heading back to campus, one more banana skin evaded. We really hadn't gone that far when a sign on the pavement caught somebody's attention.
"Look," called out Mara, "cocktails, and it's happy hour as well. Why don't we have a quick one to keep us going for the way back?"
"Are you sure, Mara," I started to ask, before Gabi rudely interrupted.
"Oh, don't be a spoilsport Big Brother. All girls love a COCK-tail, and we are no different, especially when you can get two COCK-tails for the price of one."
"Sorted," called out Mara, giggling as she went inside.
Gabi followed, leaving me standing there on the pavement. I was still considering what was so interesting about cocktails, and why had they put so much emphasis on the first syllable? By the time I joined them, they were already studying the menu. I wasn't a fan of these fancy drinks. Something much simpler was my cup of tea, but I guessed there was no harm in a quick pint.
"Happy?" I asked.
"We will be," came a reply in unison.
The barman was quickly on the scene. I ordered my pint then turned to the ladies.
"So, what do you want?"
I wasn't prepared for Gabi's reply, whispered quietly into one ear.
"I'll have a Slow Comfortable Screw, and Mara here will have one Between the Sheets."
I simply stood and looked at her, hoping that Mara had not picked up on my step-sister's sudden sexual innuendo. Really, what was she playing at? I was about to ask again when Mara plonked the menu in front of my nose. The penny dropped. Evocative as they might be, these were just cocktails albeit ones with rather racy names. Once again, my mind had been reading too much into the conversation. It was just as well that I didn't catch their toast when, finally, the drinks arrived.
"Here's to an eventful evening with that brother of yours," toasted Mara.
"Yes, to Jamie," Gabi replied.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Later seemed to come quicker than I expected, but no problem. I had everything planned, like a military exercise, with a single objective of surviving another night. Things had gone better than I could have imagined, and an activity packed evening wasn't going to give any opportunity to change matters.
"So, ladies, I've got it all worked out. I'll pick you up in about an hour. There's a band on and we can grab a drink or two in the bar. Grab a rest though as we could be partying into the small hours."
I glanced at Mara and then Gabi. Surely, they should have been excited by a live band, a few drinks and maybe even a little dancing. If they were, it was an emotion kept well under wraps.
"Go on then!" I commanded. "Remember, be ready in an hour."
It was Mara who answered.
"I don't know Jamie, we're both a little tired. Come around in an hour but why don't we spend an evening in?"
"Oh yes, Jamie," came a somewhat over-emphasised response from Gabi. "It would be great to spend some time together. We've barely stopped all day, and I'm sure the beautiful Mara would like some time to hear more about the two of us. Am I right, Mara?"
"Mmmm, sounds good to me," came a nodded reply from Mara. "I'd love to hear all your little secrets."
I stood and stared at Mara, my best 'we are not amused' expression across my face. She was having none of it, and simply smiled back. Under any other circumstances I would have melted away. There was something special in that smile, the sort of thing you couldn't put your finger on but if you could bottle it you were sure to make millions. Inside I knew she wasn't going to change her mind, yet still I tried.
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