Extending the MILF List Ch. 03

"Holy Christ." Georgia swore. "I never saw anything like that."

"Oh my, me neither." Dalia responded.

Their quiet, awed voices ignited Tawny. She grunted, her hips bumping and rolling faster and faster till she screamed. She gripped the back of my head and mashed my face between her breasts. For a brutal moment I could not breath just as my cock began to swell and the orgasm threatened to overwhelm me. My hands had been planted on the couch till then while my sister fucked me. I finally joined her in our Christmas Eve fuck.

I grasped her ass and began to accent her grinding hips, ramming her harder onto my cock each time she thrust forward. A moment later, she came again. Her body lurching and bucking as the full-blown orgasm tore into her and through her. Her hands were claws on my shoulders as she rode me. Then I felt her pussy seize me. My orgasm roared up and out of me. I fountained into my gasping, panting sister. Tawny felt me start to erupt and that set her off on a cascading torrent of orgasmic pleasure. She bucked, she twisted, she heaved while I gripped her ass with both hands and filled her with cum.

We finished together, both losing conscious control of our bodies at the same time. She sloughed to the side and I relaxed. Suddenly my cock slipped out of her because I was no longer tense beneath her.

"Oh sweet stars in the sky," she sighed. "Merry Christmas to me."

"Yeah," I groaned, studying the twisted lines of her bareback, focusing or a moment on the pleasant sensation of her breast crushed against my chest. "Merry Christmas, sister."

"And to you, my fucking brother." She giggled. "God, I love it. Forgive me for saying so but I love fucking you, Sonny. I love the feel of your cock far up inside of me. I want more. More!" She struggled to sit up and in doing so she lost my cock entirely. She looked down on me, a mixture of affection and lust in her eyes. She kissed me. "Well, what did you think?"

Nothing.

Tawny twisted around and looked over her shoulder. "Where did they go?"

At that perfect moment, as though in answer, we heard a shriek from upstairs.

Tawny giggled and turned back to me. "What do you think? Dildo or tongue? Vibrator or fingers?"

"Who cares. Let's shower and try this again. We need more practice if we are ever going to get it right."

She giggled again and crawled off of me. She padded up stairs. Rather than leave the mess of clothing and glasses, I cleaned up a bit. It made for a better scene for a nice Christmas morning. I started the dishwasher and put the living room in some order, picked up our clothes and went up to join my sister in our mother's bedroom, all while I was nude as a jaybird. I'd have scared Santa Claus shitless.

Tawny was just emerging from the shower. "I lost you."

"You wanted a Christmas fuck in the shower? I was just cleaning up. I shut down the heat and cracked a window to get the smell of pussy out of the Christmas tree."

"It might be freezing tomorrow morning. They said it might snow. Wouldn't that be prefect? Ever had sex in the snow?"

I admitted I had not. I left her to shower without her help, which I found I could still do. That and all the other hygiene matters dealt with, I emerged into the bedroom to find it utterly dark. I found my naked way to the bed, chilling on the way. I slid between the covers and found Tawny warm and waiting.

"Ooo, you're cold."

"I am. Warm me up?"

She cooed and pulled me into her arms. "Oh Sonny, what have we done?" Her voice was small and thin. "Can we ever go back to the way things were?"

"Do you want to?" I asked. I felt her shake her head, or took it for that. Something about her reflection made me hard, or maybe it was the clutch of her naked body winding around mine. She felt my cock growing between us.

"Oh Sonny, again? Not complaining. Never. Enter me again. Put it in me again, please." She extricated herself from me, rolling onto her back and pulling me urgently between her open legs. She seemed to be immediately aroused. When my cock slipped inside, she was hot, wet, and ready.

"Oh yes!" She growled. "Christmas cock!" She groaned as I penetrated deeply into her pussy. I rose on my hands over her in the dark. Her legs lifted and she pumped her hips up at me, seating me firmly inside her body. "I love this, Sonny. Fuck me! Please, make it happen again!"

I tried my best four or five times. Tawny never answered me once with anything approximating English. Just groans and moans and cooing punctuated with her hands pulling me down into her and moving me around as she ground up at me. My hands found her ass and after an extended indulgence, I came inside of her again. Her body reacted with passion and then we both lapsed into lassitude. She groaned and we rolled apart. I came awake as she cleaned up in the bath and then cleaned me with a warm wash cloth. "For in the morning," she whispered as she cleaned me, ending with a brief suck and kiss on the head of my cock. He was getting firm when she left but I fell into a pit of sleep before she turned out the light and returned to bed.

I woke in the wee hours of the morning, it was still dark but not that inky blackness of severe night, but the midnight blue of the pending dawn. When I entered Tawny, she moaned and shifted to accommodate me. I slid into her. She was taut and resisted the penetration for a moment, slick but not yet relaxed. Her body shifted under me and her legs opened. "Merry Christmas." I whispered in her ear.

Tawny groaned as I slammed down into her body. She shook into a quick little orgasm and then I was coming in her. I was amazed at the quick release. We sagged into sleep again and I woke next in full white light. I was alone in bed. The toilet flushed and Tawny appeared with a damp cloth. "You are awake. Rats. I was going to clean you off and blow you, wake you with a blow job for Christmas.

"If being awake is a problem I am sure I can get to sleep again, or maybe not. That particular sugar plum dancing in my head might keep me awake."

She giggled and then went over the window and pulled the curtains apart. "Oh, Sonny, it snowed. Come look!" She squealed.

I rolled out of bed and looked over her shoulder, my now hard cock pressed against the small of her back. I slid an arm around her waist and cupped a breast. She nestled back into my arms. "Beautiful." I sighed, looking down between her breasts. She turned her head and managed to connect her lips to mine. I relaxed my hold on her and she turned in my arms, lips still pressed against mine. A hand found my cock and she bent it down till I felt her pussy lips on the end. She rose onto her tiptoes and took me inside of her. She put one hand on the back of my neck and levered herself up and onto my cock, I gripped her by the ass and lifted her up to get the angle right and then let her slide down my cock. I was deep inside her immediately.

"Oh lord, Sonny, that feels good! I love your cock inside of me, Sonny. I love it. I cannot believe how much pleasure I get from fucking my brother!" She shuddered and then she lifted her legs and all of her weight settled onto our connection of cock and pussy. I grunted and supported her ass. Her arms around my neck pulled and provided support as well. Tottering as I sought balance, I carried her to the bed and lay her gently down onto her back. She groaned and then lifted her legs and bound them around my waist.

"Fuck me, Sonny. Merry Fucking Christmas!"

I did. We did. My cock chose this time to be persistent and several times she came under me and demanded I stop hammering her. After the third or fourth orgasm, she scrambled out from under me and went into the bathroom. I followed, my piss hardon was uncomfortable and I needed to free up space to come. She wiped me off and then kissed my cock. "When you are done, come back to bed and I'll suck it for you." She giggled. "I, since I blew you that one morning...I have moments when I can feel your cock in my mouth, on my lips, pressed against the back of my throat as you came and I swoon and wish to feel your cock on my lips again." She rose up from her eye to eye position with my cock and kissed me long and gently on the mouth. Her bare body flowed against mine, pulsing with vibrant sexual energy.

After she left me, I pissed but it was neither easy nor fast. The negotiation between conflicting parts of my body took some time to resolve.

When I finally managed to empty my swollen bladder, I decided to take a quick shower. As I speculated, Tawny joined me. We cleaned each other thoroughly. Standing close together in the chill of the room contrasting with the heat of the shower she kissed me again. "God, Sonny, I feel like I could fuck you every day for a hundred years."

I almost objected but then found my senses and whispered into her wet ear, "only once a day?" She responded with a passionate kiss and she found my renewed cock and mounted me. I put her back against the wall and we fucked each other till it became clear neither of us could come in that position, in the cold. We vacated the shower and shivering, made for bed. I stopped and ran downstairs to close the window. A spray of snow was on the floor. I turned up the heat and scrambled back upstairs. The house was still quiet.

Shivering again, I snuggled into Tawny's warmth. It made her shiver but she pulled me tight and we were warm in no time. We went to sleep. I woke next when the door opened. I raised my head and looked to see who was there. Tawny was painted onto me, one leg over me with its heel hooked behind my knee.

"You two up? Its Christmas! Merry Christmas!" Dalia said sotto voce.

Tawny roused and looked at Dalia. She and I got up and the four of us had a wondrous breakfast that seemed to go on and on. We did gifts then. As I predicted, they all got a huge charge out of finding gifts for the MILFs on the list under our tree. They quizzed me about what I had gotten whom. They never would have guessed the nice little collar and chain I got for Mrs. Wills. That stop in the triple X store on Christmas Eve was weird because it was crowded. Or the bra with the cut out tips, red, for Mrs. Honeywell. Or the two pairs of crotchless panties for Kyla Clark—a pair that fit her and the other for Darlene. I got a very suggestive double headed dildo for Brent's Mom. I got just a card for Annie and the inscription, "call me," with its implied promise. Of course the card had a picture of a nude woman staring at a huge stallion, well, she was nude except for the cowboy boots and the red ribbon in her hair.

Once the mess from opening gifts was cleaned, we cooked, watched basketball and ate about one, again at three and seven. We were stuffed and in the North American way, not the Australian way. At six we called Mom and exchanged Christmas greetings. We were demure and restrained, nor did we inquire about her holiday nooky plans. Then we drank up the wine we had purchased with which to celebrate. When we went to bed that night, we were all intoxicated and exhausted. I went to sleep with my unconscious, half-dressed sister snoring on the bed beside me. I just left her and later in the night she woke, got undressed and joined me in bed, growling about leaving her out there to freeze her tits off. She snuggled till she was warm and then drifted off into a contented sleep. Outside, it continued to snow. What a fucking Christmas!

I woke in the middle of the night, well, about five. It was still dark, the winter solstice only recently passed. I was hard and awake all at once. I considered fucking Tawny but then thought of my other two sisters and wondered aloud, in a hushed whisper how I was going to trade Tawny for one of the others. The question tormented me till the day begin to approach, turning the comforting darkness into the gray of approaching dawn.

I dozed and woke to an empty bed. I roused, showered and padded downstairs to find the house empty. That felt odd and I felt vaguely guilty. I wanted breakfast but had to settle for an energy bar and a cup of coffee. It finally dawned on me that the rest of the world, or at least the US had to go on with life and my sisters were at work. I checked the garage and yes, Mom's car was gone. I had some urge that got me to the living room but I woke on the couch in the full afternoon sunshine to the sound of the doorbell. Wearing a sweatshirt and baggy pajama bottoms I padded to the door in a bleary haze and opened it. A cute little messenger in parka and black tights that showed the perfect lines of her legs.

"Buddy, up here." She growled when I did not bother to look up from those shapely, tight black legs. "You have a package. Er, an envelop. It requires a signature or I would never have disturbed you."

Her voice seeped past the sentinels of consciousness that turned away all outside stimulation and I lifted my eyes to the tablet she thrust in my direction. I took it and signed Elmer Fudd on the line. She looked at it and gave me a look.

"Really? Really?" She erased it and pushed it at me.

"Maybe you have the wrong house." I mumbled, amazed at how drunk I felt and how impossible that had to be.

"Are you Sonny Duncan?"

"How would I know? I think I am having an identity crisis."

"Happy New Year, buddy. Sign here. This is the address. You can sign for your Dad I am sure."

I grinned stupidly, then. "No, no I am Sonny Duncan or at least I was." I signed and got the name right. "Want my phone number?"

The girl squinted at the tablet and then nodded. She waited. "Well?" She said finally.

"What?"

"Your phone number?" Her eyes dropped my gaze and my cock grinned at her. Her eyes clicked back up to mine.

"Oh, right." I took the tablet back and wrote down my number.

"Better be right, buddy." She said grinning. "I know where you live."

I looked at her name tag. "I know your name, er, Shanna." A feeble volley.

"Thanks, guy." She smiled brightly then and patted my cock, fully erect and tenting my pj bottoms. "Have a nice day." She turned around and trotted off to her truck.

I was so surprised I just stood in the doorway freezing my ass off, holding the envelop. Finally the chill got to me and I backed into the house and closed the door. I squinted at the address label.

"Mr. Sonny Duncan." I said out loud. "That's me." I giggled. It was like I was high or drunk or concussed but my mind was clear, I was just acting, or I thought I was acting. It dawned on me I forgot to ask for her digits and, yes, that made me feel stupid. "Too much pussy. It is going to my head." I grunted. I laughed then, feeling as crazy as I must have sounded. "Impossible. Unicorns and too much pussy are just fairy tales. Fairy tails?" I change the spelling in my head and chortled. Fuck, what was wrong with me?

I turned to face the rest of the house and then looked at the package. "No return address. Hmmm." I staggered back to the couch and opened the package, stripping off the string at the top and reaching inside. I plopped onto the couch and pulled out the sheaf of papers. It had a cover letter.

"To whom it may concern, from client." I thought that was odd. I read further. "You are engaged to perform a talent search for [client]. You may obtain details on the process and methods to be used and how to submit your findings—from research duly performed—to the law office of..."

"Dewy, Chettum and Howe." I mumbled and giggled. I was clear-minded but it felt fun or at least funny to sag and mumble and let my mind wander.

"...Peppers, Bickerstaff and Kline. Please present this Non-disclosure agreement to Mrs. Alissa Honeywell at said law office. You will receive instructions. Please do so prior to the end of January, 2011. Thank you for your discretion and interest in this project."

I sat staring at the cover letter for several minutes before I turned the page and went past it to the rest of the document. I read a lot of it before I glazed over. I stumbled upstairs to find my phone and was just about to call Alissa when it rang, in my hand while I held it. The sound spooked me and I jumped, flinching so hard I sprained my neck. It really hurt! I felt really stupid when I answered without seeing who was calling. It was worse when I realized I was trying to answer a text. Do you ever do that? I mistook an incoming text for an incoming call and answered, "Hello" to the text, which of course, did not respond. I looked at my phone and found the text staring back it me, all accusing and shit.

It was from Mrs. Wills.

"Sonny" it read, "Please come to my house right now. Please."

I grunted and got dressed. In my present state I was apparently extremely suggestible. Did not even decide to do what she asked, Laura called and I answered. That seemed all backwards to me at the time but I could not puzzle out the exact problem. I think I really came awake a few minutes away from the Wills house. I drove past and turned around so I could park on the street in front of their house. I staggered across the snow-covered lawn to the front door. I looked at the doorbell and decided to try the knob. It turned and I stepped inside. The house was silent. I did not know why I did not just ring the bell and wait for Laura to come open it, nor do I know now or did I know then why I went to the basement door and cracked it.

"Shit. I should have brought the present, presents." I muttered, glaring at the brightly lit Christmas tree, naked and forlorn. By this time, the sun was gone and snow had been falling for ten minutes or so. I hesitated at the basement door, debating with myself if I wanted to descend, like Orpheus into Hades. My infatuation with D. Debra Hamilton echoed in me, overlaid as it was with my recent incestuous tryst with my youngest sister. It was this confusion that stilled my hand. I took out my phone and looked at her text again. My cock was hard but I honestly could not tell which of the women inspired it, Deedee, Tawny, or the MILF Mrs. Wills. I certainly could not claim I was overdue or in any way lacking for a good orgasm. My best guess was that I had fucked well into my third decade in just the last few months using a statistical mean for average orgasms for a man of my position in life. I hoped "use it or lose it" was the rule when it came to the cock and that it was not like the old wooden pencil and got smaller with use. I had to laugh at myself as I opened the door to the basement wider, listening.

Then I heard the groan reverberating out of the basement. It was certainly not Laura Wills. I did recognize it, however. Annie Kingston was downstairs riding the rail and likely someone was riding her. Man she did like the toys! I imagined it was me behind her, ramming her full of cock and the door opened fully as if by magic, well, I opened it but without a conscious decision to do so. My feet moved, I descended down the stairs, almost creeping, still uncertain in myself that I wanted to be there or to do what my cock was obviously interested in doing. I did not consider disappointment to be possible. I should have.

Well, not disappointment but that is the rest of the story, knowing what was not there to be known. At the moment, when I got low enough to see into the chilly basement, I was deflated. I mean that entirely literally. The first thing I noticed was a tall angular kid pumping Laura Will's naked body. She was blindfolded, bound to the rail, moaning softly while the guy fucked her. While I watched, she shuddered through an obvious orgasm and then another and another, keening and moaning which left her panting and limp on the rack.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." She moaned. Her voice had a tense clink in it, not the fulsome, effusive gurgling gratefulness of her orgasms with me and my friends. There was something else there, or perhaps I imagined it but it dampened my enthusiasm.