Erotic Stories

by Amanda Wals

  While I was kissing along Kaitlyn's shoulder, I looked across the room. Joanna was seated on Paul's lap, and Paul was running his hands up her arms to her exposed shoulders. Joanna gave me a smile. Paul looked bored. I kept kissing along Kaitlyn's shoulder. This time, I kept kissing once I crossed her bra strap and kissed all the way to end of her shoulder. When I was done, I stood up.

  Joanna was the one who got up immediately this time. She took a few sensual steps towards me with a big smile on her face before reaching behind her and undoing her bra. She kept her eyes on my face as she peeled the bra off her and tossed it aside. When she reached us, Kaitlyn got out of the chair and left my vision as I stared at Joanna in amazement. Joanna rotated the chair ninety degrees and ordered, "Sit down." I sat down in the chair. Joanna immediately straddled my lap. She grabbed my head in both hands and said loudly, "Suck it!" as she guided my mouth to her tit. Her nipple was already hard before it entered my mouth. I sucked gently as I grabbed Joanna's ass firmly in my hands. This was so fucking insane. Last night had been crazy, but this was even crazier.

  I happily sucked on Joanna's tit while squeezing her ass until she pushed back on my head. She guided to me her other tit, and I greedily sucked on it too. Last night had been hot, but tonight was far hotter. I wondered — had tit-sucking been a part of the plan? Something they had decided on while they were in the bedroom changing into bra and panties? Joanna had walked towards me topless with total assurance.

  Joanna pushed back on my head and again I let go of her tit. She guided my mouth back to her first tit, and at the same time, shifted towards Paul and Kaitlyn so I could see them easily. Kaitlyn's bra was off and Paul was furiously sucking on the right tit, which was closest to us. I was shocked to see Kaitlyn was red-faced with anger. What was she so angry about? Was the guys frolicking on second base in front of the other couple too much for her? Was Paul doing something that made her angry?

  Joanna said loud enough for Paul and Kaitlyn to hear, "Paul said it was boring to watch you kiss on Kaitlyn. He asked me to do something he'd find exciting. Do you find this exciting, Paul?" Paul nodded his head vigorously while continuing to suck on Kaitlyn's tit. Joanna laughed. She ran her hands through my hair and said quietly to me, "I hope you find this exciting. I find it very exciting."

  Joanna twisted my head gently so I was looking at Paul and Kaitlyn again. Anger was gone from Kaitlyn's face and it was replaced by something I couldn't place, but it wasn't pleasure. Paul was sucking on the left tit now, giving me an unobstructed side view of the right one. I had known my sister was well-endowed, but it still shocked me to see exactly how well-endowed she was, how proudly her tit stood out on her chest. Her areola was a light brown and looked larger than average in size. Her nipple was completely erect.

  Joanna said quietly to me, "I think Kaitlyn wants you to look at her tits. I bet it's making her very excited. I'm sure she's jealous that you're sucking on my tits instead of hers." Joanna added gleefully, "I love making her jealous."

  After I had suckled on Joanna for a bit, I couldn't resist looking back over at Kaitlyn and Paul. Paul was mouthing her left tit again while Kaitlyn was looking at me. We locked gazes. As we continued to stare at each other, I saw out of the corner of my eye Paul bringing up his hand to Kaitlyn's near tit. He started playing with the nipple, running his finger around it and tweaking it. It was like he was showing it off to me. The whole time, Kaitlyn moaned as lust filled her face.

  Joanna said loudly, "What are you going to do tonight to your naughty girl, Brandon? Are you going to give me a hard fucking?" Hell yes! An odd look came over Kaitlyn's face. "How are you going to fuck me? Doggie-style? Doggie-style on the couch?" I didn't care where or how we fucked so long as we fucked. I had never wanted to fuck so badly in all my life. I couldn't wait to get my cock in Joanna's pussy. The odd look on Kaitlyn's face became one of longing. "How about you throw me over the arm of the couch and take me there? Would you like to do that?" Kaitlyn appeared to whimper, like she wanted me to throw her instead of Joanna over the arm of the couch and fuck her.

  Kaitlyn pulled Paul off her tit. She jumped off the chair so she was facing Joanna and me, giving me a good look at her tits. Joanna got up and faced Paul and Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn grabbed Paul's hand as she said, "Let's go!" and pulled him towards the bedroom. Paul took a good look at Joanna's tits before running off. We watched them cross the room to the bedroom and slam the door.

  Once the door was closed, Joanna pulled off her panties. She walked quickly towards the couch and lay face down over the arm. "Fuck me, Brandon."

  I was right behind her. I pulled off my shorts and quickly guided my cock into her hole. As she was bent way forward over the couch arm, her ass was way high in the air. As I made my initial push, I discovered Joanna was already very wet. I pulled back and then pushed my cock all the way in.

  "Oh yes!" hissed Joanna. After I pulled back again, I slammed into her. "That's it! Fuck your naughty girl." I did, my body slapping loudly against hers each time I thrust into her.

  "Oh, yes. I've been so naughty," Joanna mumbled into the couch.

  "Does my naughty girl want a good, hard fucking?"

  "Oh, yeah! Fuck me, Brandon. I want it bad."

  I gave Joanna her wish, fucking her as hard as I could. The first time I had called her naughty, it had been just another way of teasing her, but I had known then that she liked being called naughty. Tonight, she had taken naughty to a whole new level, and I could tell she had found it very exciting. It had excited all four of us. I wasn't certain what I thought about Joanna enjoying being naughty, but I was too focused on fucking her silly to give it much thought.

  It wasn't long before I could feel myself cumming. "Here it comes, my naughty girl."

  "Give it to me. Give it to your naughty girl."

  I pulled back once more before slamming into Joanna, firing a massive load deep into her pussy. I shuddered with pleasure as all of the sexual tension that had built during our joint make-out session was finally released.

  It took me a bit to catch my breath. I was sweaty all over. I savored our fuck for a while before saying, "That was awesome, Joanna."

  Joanna looked back at me and gave me a big smile. "I loved it too."

  Joanna reached over to a towel on the coffee table and did her best to throw it to me. I pulled out and used the towel to absorb our juices. Joanna moved off the couch while holding the towel and pointed for me to sit down on the couch. I had a good idea of what she wanted, so I sat down on the edge. Joanna lay down with her head in my lap. She let the towel drop, exposing her pussy. "Now make me cum."

  As I reached my hand towards her pussy, the thumps of Paul and Kaitlyn fucking started, with Kaitlyn moaning in time.

  Joanna said, "Make me cum with your sister."

  I slid my finger between her pussy lips and rubbed against her clit. Joanna hissed. I rubbed some more, and she was panting. She soon matched her pants with Kaitlyn's moans. I again had the feeling that I was making Kaitlyn moan as I fingered Joanna.

  Joanna came before they finished fucking. After she caught her breath, she said, "Let's fuck in our bedroom."

  We fucked with Joanna on top. The whole time we fucked, she'd occasionally mutter, "Fuck your naughty girl."

  * *

  The next morning, Tuesday, I was awakened by Joanna amorously snuggling on me. Based upon the amount of light in the room, I'd guess we had fifteen to thirty minutes before Mom would knock on our door. Joanna and I couldn't have sex, but we could quietly make out. I tilted her head up with my hand and kissed her. The kiss morphed into a long, smoldering one.

  Joanna said, "I had a great time last night. Did you?"

  "Yes. It was crazy, but it was also crazy hot. You were incredible, my naughty girl."

  Joanna smiled. "So you're not angry at me for being naughty?"

  "No."

  Joanna moved in for another kiss, which turned into another long, smoldering one. Joanna stroked my morning wood, making it
even harder.

  I said, "This is making me want to pee."

  Joanna snorted. "Then go pee." She added sultrily, "I'll be lying naked on your bed when you get back." Joanna wore only panties when she slept with me, which meant she'd strip them off while I was gone.

  I pulled on some shorts, went to bathroom and came back. During my walk, I decided to discuss something with Joanna that was bothering me.

  When I got back in the bedroom, the covers on the bed were thrown back and Joanna was lying naked on her back on a t-shirt. She wiggled her finger at me in a come here gesture. As I slid into bed next to her, I said, "Let's talk for a bit."

  Joanna stretched sensuously like a cat and said, "Okay". She grabbed my hand and pulled it towards her pussy. "Talk."

  "Do you think we crossed a line last night we shouldn't have? It was one thing for us to kiss and grope in front of each other, but having the guys suck on tits is quite another." Particularly as I had watched my own sister getting her tits sucked.

  Joanna maneuvered my index finger between her pussy lips and pushed up against it as she said, "It was a lot of fun, no one got angry or jealous, and all of us were hot and horny when we were done. I want to do it more. I think Paul and Kaitlyn want to do it more."

  "Paul got to see your tits." I wasn't exactly jealous, but I would have preferred to keep Joanna's charms to myself.

  "That was the point. He wanted me to make things more exciting, and I did by letting him watch us. Was it exciting for you to see Kaitlyn's tits?"

  I struggled for an answer before getting distracted by Joanna moving her hips up and down, causing my finger to slide between her pussy lips. "Joanna," I said disapprovingly. She knew the rule about no-sex while my parents were around.

  Joanna gave me a sexy smile. "I'll be quiet. I'm always quiet." She chuckled. "Unlike your sister."

  I gave in. I lightly pressed down with my finger, stimulating the area around Joanna's clit.

  Joanna said sultrily, "Was it exciting for you to see Kaitlyn's tits?"

  Again, I said disapprovingly, "Joanna."

  "Brandon, I won't judge you for your answer. Tonight, I want to do something like we did last night, and I want feedback as to what worked for you. Was it exciting for you to see Kaitlyn's tits?"

  "Yes." I had loved seeing Kaitlyn's tits. They were the most beautiful ones I had ever seen — just the right shape and size; wonderful skin; her areola were the right shape and color; the way they sat proudly on her chest. I was uncomfortable with how much I had enjoyed seeing them.

  Joanna asked, "Did you mind my sharing you with Kaitlyn?"

  "No." I had enjoyed it.

  Joanna was pushing hard against my finger now and her breath was getting ragged. She said, "Good. I think my sharing makes her even more jealous." She went back to breathing deeply. I worked her clit as she liked, pushing her closer and closer. The only sound was Joanna's breaths — she didn't moan or say anything. I surveyed Joanna as I pushed her closer to the edge; she was a beautiful, fun, sexy, naughty girl who knew how to make sex incredibly hot, and I was lucky to have her as my girlfriend. I moved my finger faster and faster, pushing her higher and higher. After a few minutes, Joanna clamped down on my hand with her thighs as she quietly came. Seeing her cum filled me with happiness.

  Joanna pulled me to her. As she kissed me, she wrapped her hand around my dick. We kissed quietly yet passionately as she stroked me. She broke off the kisses and shifted to take my cock into her mouth when there was a knock on the door. Joanna gave my cock a quick kiss on its head and said, "I'll make it up to you later."

  * * *

  Over breakfast, Kaitlyn suggested we go jet skiing this morning, and everyone else agreed. The cabin had two of the small one-person jet skis that you stood up on and two of the larger, two-person jet skis that you sat down on. After breakfast, Mom and Dad led the way down to the boat house where the jet skis were stored. Kaitlyn and I were right behind them, and the four of us were talking about what parts of the lake to avoid. When we got to the boat house, I turned and saw that Joanna and Paul were well behind us. They were engrossed in conversation as they slowly walked towards us. I had a bad feeling about them talking that way.

  Kaitlyn said to me, "What do you want to start on?" I had turned to face Kaitlyn. "A small one or a big one? I think we should rotate the different jet skis among us so everybody gets a turn driving each type."

  I didn't answer as I was distracted by Kaitlyn's bikini top — it was kind of a cross between the traditional bikini top and a crop top shirt. There was something about how Kaitlyn's tits pushed out their covering that emphasized their size. At the top center of her top was a peek-a-boo hole which gave me an enticing view of the top of Kaitlyn's tits.

  Kaitlyn said, "What do you think of my top? It's new. I love how it feels and how it holds the girls in place." Kaitlyn shook her tits at me. It took every bit of restraint to keep my jaw from hitting the ground. "See? They barely moved."

  I stood stunned for I don't know how long. I snapped out of it when Dad drove one of the big jet skis around to where we were and yelled, "Come on, kids. Let's go!"

  * * *

  We spent the morning jet skiing, and all had a blast. We kept somewhat together, the two couples on the big jet skis regularly racing against each other, and the two people on the small jet skis doing likewise.

  At one point, Joanna was driving a big jet ski while I held on to her. I asked her, "What were you and Paul talking about on the way to the boat house?"

  "He thanked me for making last night exciting for him. And he asked me to arrange with Kaitlyn to do something similar tonight."

  She seemed defensive, which annoyed me. Finally, I shook it off; I was making a mountain out of a molehill.

  * * *

  After lunch, Kaitlyn, Joanna and I went to the chaise lounges while Paul headed to the hammock. The girls were wearing tiny bikinis, the same ones they had been wearing yesterday. Seeing them wearing so little was affecting me more today. After I had put sunscreen on Joanna's back, Kaitlyn said, "Would you please put sunscreen on mine? Paul's busy."

  "I'll spray it on you."

  "No one brought the spray," said Kaitlyn. "All we've got is lotion."

  I had never applied sunscreen lotion to Kaitlyn before. I looked up at the hammock, and Paul was completely focused on his tablet. I glanced at Joanna, and she was already lying down with her eyes closed. Why not?

  I squirted some of the sunscreen on to my hands and applied it to Kaitlyn's back. She pressed lightly back into my hands as I did so. Her skin felt so good and looked flawless. I was glad no one was looking at me, because I had a massive hard on. I applied the sunscreen as quickly as I could and when I was done, Kaitlyn said thanks. I arranged myself the best I could and lay down next to them.

  The three of us chatted for a little bit about how much fun the morning had been, and then Kaitlyn dropped a bombshell — "I'm thinking of breaking up with Paul when the week's over."

  "You are?" I said. I discreetly looked up at Paul. There was no sign he had heard his name.

  "Yeah. He's a great guy and I've loved dating him, but he drives me crazy at times. Last night was kind of the last straw."

  My emotions churned in confusion. I couldn't tell if I was disappointed, sad or happy that Kaitlyn was so close to breaking up. She hadn't announced she was definitely breaking up with Paul, so I interpreted her comment as a request for us to try to talk her out of it.

  Joanna said, "Are you talking about him going for your tits while you were kissing?"

  "No, though I was annoyed that I had to tell him twice to stop. This is probably TMI, but Paul is unimaginative about sex. When we're alone, he wants me to go down on him, then he does oral on me, followed by us fucking. He's good at oral — he always makes me cum — and he's a good fuck, but I'm tired of it being always the same. Last night, I wanted to skip the blowjob and go straight to him eating me out. I was ready to cum right away and fuck. But no — I had to
blow him first."

  This was TMI, and I was a little shocked that Kaitlyn would graphically describe her sex life with Paul. But it was obviously bothering her.

  Kaitlyn continued, "Paul is so different than any other guy I've dated. I've never had a guy shower me with gifts. And I loved it at first. I loved all the sexy clothes he bought me; I loved going to the expensive restaurants. But now monotony has set in. It's the same kind of gifts and the same kind of sex. My god, my closet is full of sexy dresses and expensive lingerie! I actually prefer it now when he sends a card." Kaitlyn was in the middle and turned towards Joanna. "I think that's why I put on the fashion shows at work; to get me excited about the latest lingerie Paul had sent me. I'm sorry it offended you."

  "Forget it. I've already forgiven you."

  "You're the best, Joanna," said Kaitlyn. "But back to Paul — he's also too eager to have sex when we're alone. I kiss him and he starts pawing at my tits, just like he did last night. It was nice that I got him to slow down for a while. Last night's foreplay really had me fired up and I was so ready to fuck when we went to our bedroom." She paused for a moment. Picturing my sister being fired up to fuck made my head spin. "By the way, Paul wants the couch tonight." Joanna lightly laughed. "He somehow seems to have gotten the idea of fucking me over the arm of the couch." Joanna laughed some more.

  The three of us were quiet for a little bit. I tried to process how I felt about Kaitlyn breaking up with Paul, but I kept coming back to Kaitlyn being fired up from last night's foreplay. A big part of the foreplay was me kissing and nibbling on her neck, and us locking eyes during the tit sucking. Was that what had gotten her so fired up? Was she trying to tell Joanna or me that her I-don't-know-what-to-call-it with me had gotten her so hot? The possibilities made my head swim.