Extending the MILF List Ch. 05

"I think they were clapping and cheering you." I said.

Tawny looked very pleased. She took my cheeks in each hand and kissed me soundly on the mouth, more of a sisterly kiss than that of a fuck-running lover. Somehow that made it all the sweeter. "Thank you, Sonny. I, I wanted that and I did not know if I could count on Chris to do it without, without, well, to give it to me that way. You did like I asked and, well, I am not sure Chris would have been so cooperative."

I smirked, but realized I actually didn't know that either.

Tawny kissed me again, dryly, more sisterly than before. "Thanks, baby bro, my little bother. Really, that was awesome!" Suddenly she shivered and her face changed in the gloom. "God, Sonny, we really did it. I mean, I am having sex with my brother! Can you believe it?"

I hugged her close and I felt her trembling. I worried for a moment that the gap in our reality had started to pinch closed and had caught her in its uncaring jaws. Then she spoke and the meaning of her trembling came clear.

"I want to do it again. With you, I mean. I know, we handed you off to Georgia but...you have to fuck her now. You have to. I, I won't feel right if you don't do her for New Year's too. I mean, if D. Debra dickhead isn't going to...." Tawny leaned back out of our embrace. "I'm sorry for you, Sonny. She has you by the dick and she likes the aura of adoration you are exuding. Shit, fucking me just made it worse. Take it out on Georgia. She'll love you for it."

I nodded. My internal clock was alarming, I mean the alarm was going off, telling me we had been absent for too long. Besides, the cold was getting to me and I presumed that my hot sister was cooling down.

"We best get on." I muttered and we walked around to the main entrance. The band was on a break, the last before midnight I assumed. I made our way back to the table. Tawny's little white stole made for the perfect excuse but she embellished our excuse for being absent when the tits in the sky appeared.

"Where were you two? You missed it." D. Debra screeched when we appeared. "They, she, she, he fucked her right up there. We could see her tits but not her face. God, it was so hot. Everyone started to scream and each time she came, we clapped and cheered. Happy fucking New Year's!"

Chris eyed me like I had just eaten a mushroom off his plate. I think Tawny noticed. She leaned into him and kissed his cheek, laying her hand on his arm and brushing her covered breasts against his upper arm. I could see the light in his eyes. God, he was as helpless with her as I was with D. Debra, the lucky fuck. I felt an urge to switch with him but that was impossible.

"Chris, dear, I, I felt a little weird being here with you but Sonny, I have the best brother. God, he talked me down. I think I had a panic attack."

She had some kind of attack, for sure.

Chris looked at me. "So? What'd you tell her?"

I shrugged. "Dude, you don't understand. She's my big sister. I have the same control of her that the government has over the weather. Much as we wish we could control it, the weather does what it does with precious little input from us."

"Denier!" D. Debra hooted.

I looked at her. "What?"

"Global warming. Everyone knows it is a hoax, I suppose!" She snorted.

I rolled my eyes. "I know we cannot schedule the weather so the global warming that is real is not within our ability to change the way every one wishes." I growled, suddenly feeling put out that this beautiful blonde bombshell was not going to fuck me. I felt it in the cockles of my cock, if my cock has cockles. Then I imagined her licking my cum out of my sister and I felt better but only a little, hardly smug, just vicariously poetic. I looked around for Georgia.

D. Debra nodded. "Global warming is..." The music rose to drown her out.

I extended a hand and we went out onto the dance floor and got sweaty. When the music finally slowed, we clung together and her body throbbed against mine. She kissed me lovingly and long, her lips caressing mine like smears of pudding, soft and rich and luscious. Her hands stroked my chest and I handled her ass and back like I was plumping bread dough. She nestled against me like she was mine and for a moment I had hope that she was changing her mind. Then my bitch sister appeared.

Tawny pulled us apart.

"Do you have something like a needle and thread?" She asked. One of her hands held her top over her breast. I could see that the thin string strap had broken. I was immediately suspicious.

In the midst of the other dancing couples, kissing and fondling each other, we separated and looked at Tawny. Chris stood behind her, his face as red as Georgia's hair.

"Deary? What happened." D. Debra asked.

Tawny moved her hand and the front of her dress flapped down, exposing her bare tit. Around us, a dozen couples lost the beat and bumped into each other. One guy ran right into my back. I felt like a street curb in an ice storm.

I caught Tawny's eyes and she was nearly laughing with glee. She pulled the lank cloth over her tit but very slowly, like an idiot stripper, dressing very slowly.

"I bet we can get something from customer services at the hotel." D. Debra said, her engineer practicality clicking into action.

"I need a hand. Will you go with me and help me get it fixed? I'm all thumbs when it comes to sewing." Tawny looked completely helpless. I knew it was an act but figured D. Debra would be fooled out of sheer hubris if not actual wishful thinking.

D. Debra looked over at me and she looked very, very guilty. I'd have been really confused if I hadn't just fucked my own sister. No, wait. That's not the reason. I'd have been confused if Tawny hadn't told me that Dee Dee wanted to sit on her face or vice versa. One of the two. Without that tidbit of data, I'd have surely been confused, more confused. The look on the blond woman's face expressed both guilt and surprised desire. She took this as a sexual gambit, one she had no intention of letting pass. I wondered what winning looked like, for her and for me.

"Of course, come along. The boys can take care of themselves." D. Debra looked at me and winked.

I rolled my eyes. Fuck me.

Chris and I made our way to the table, then went and got drinks from the bar. I paid and he looked at me like I just peed in his coat pocket but he said nothing. I never paid, not because I'm preternaturally cheap, just perpetually broke.

We went over to our table and found my other two itinerant sisters sitting there.

"Jesus, Sonny, what does this mean?" Chris muttered.

I was sure the poor sod was confused but after his little stunt with Sean Favors, I was not inclined to be very understanding. I elbowed him in the ribs. "They just want us to dance with them. I get Georgia."

Chris looked at me. His eyes darkened but then he smirked. "Dalia looks just like Cici." He said. The smirk was lascivious and calculating.

I knew what he was saying. The only thing that kept me from saying something stupid and revealing was the fact that I hadn't really fucked Dalia yet. Well, not really. The feel of her body settling down onto me ricocheted through me. I felt my resistance to everything shatter. I looked at Georgia and saw the hunger beaming out her eyes, like Ultron or Cyclops.

"She's not my mother." I said, feeling smug at being so conventional while realizing the paradox inherent in my words. Hollywood loves irony and I dove deep in mine.

"I know, Sonny." Chris said, the old Chris, the one who had pined after Tawny but never spoken a word about her in my presence. "I'm here with Tawny but I'll dance with Dalia if you like. You can have Georgia."

For a moment I thought I'd let my girdle show. I looked at Chris and saw him about to burst out laughing.

"Fuck off." I growled and walked to the table.

"Ladies." I said looking back and forth between Dalia and Georgia. Dalia jerked her eyes sideways at Georgia. I knew what she meant. I felt Chris arrive behind me. "Georgia, dear, would you care to dance?"

Georgia's enraptured response surprised me, like she thought I was going to ignore her. The music slowed around us and we walked into the swaying forest of bodies. Two women danced near us, kissing as we passed. Georgia turned around and frankly stared at them till they broke the kiss and looked accusingly at us.

"What are you looking at, bitch?" One of them said.

"You." Georgia said. "Wanna switch?"

My cock twitched. Women can be so perverse sometimes.

"Fuck you." The woman said turning her face back to her date but some strange gravity twisted her back to face Georgia.

"Okay. Now?" Georgia returned.

The woman's date turned her face back to where it belonged and they kissed again, deep and open mouthed. The shorter women with gauzy blond hair clasped the taller black woman's breast and squeezed. We disappeared from their awareness.

I pulled Georgia deeper into the crowd, making our disappearance physical as well as metaphysical. I put an arm around her and cinched her hip in between my legs. Georgia's eyes switched from the distance behind me and looked up at me.

"What did you do that for?" I asked, mostly because I didn't know.

"Where did your girlfriend go?"

"Upstairs." I replied.

"Why?"

"Tawny's dress broke. They went to fix it."

"Oh. They'll be awhile then?"

I knew what Georgia was asking. I had good news for her. "I think they'll be awhile." I said. My mind swept past the constructed image of D. Debra on her knees between Tawny's knees.

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"D. Debra wants to..." I looked at my eldest sister, the one with the naked hunger in her eyes. "I think you'd like her, Dee Dee Hamilton, I mean" I said. One sister was flexible in one way and this one was flexible in another way.

Georgia did not get my implication.

Her expression changed suddenly. "You don't mind that we crashed your party? Dalia, she said it was gauche. You know how repressed she can be." One of Georgia's hands fondled my ass and pinched me, making me jump. Georgia grinned, pleased with herself, her liberated self. She has the subtlety of a nuclear bomb, hence her nickname, Nova.

"Uh, I don't think Dally is repressed, she just gets her thrills from a different catalog than you do."

"Bullshit." Georgia growled. "I never met a catalog I didn't like."

"Love." I amended.

Finally Georgia smiled. "We understand each other." She gazed up at me and we danced in smooth silence for a few minutes. "Sonny, can I ask you something?"

I nodded.

"Will you, uh, we are leaving early in the morning. This, this could be a long trip. I mean, from what we were told today, it could take a long time to work this out. The audit is a merger due diligence and I think it is a mess. We'll, we'll, we may be gone a long time."

I kissed her. "I, yes, Miss Infernal, I'll fuck you before you go."

Her face clouded. "Inferno, asshole. Not Infernal. That means something entirely different."

"Fuck off. I know that." I returned.

"Really?"

"Yes. Inferno is a noun and infernal means..."

She smacked my shoulder. "Not that, dummy."

I put on my most innocent face. "What are you talking about, then?"

"You'll fuck me before you go?"

"Me? I'm not going anywhere."

Georgia shook her head, frustrated. "I know. I mean you'll make love to me before we leave in the morning?"

I nodded.

Georgia did that little shimmy a woman does when they are nestling, like a hen about to lay an egg settling into position in her nest. She found my hand, pulling it off her ass and folded it up between us. She turned my palm and cupped it around one of her breasts and then crushed it between us, holding it with her own hand, massaging herself with my hand using her hand. The complex caress thrilled me. She laid her head on my shoulder. We swayed without the music, ignoring the beat and just swaying like two Cypress trees in a gentle breeze.

The music stopped and then melted into another slow song. I thought about Dalia and Chris. God, he must be so confused. I started to crane around looking for them. I found them, dancing in nun-approved fashion, chattering and laughing. Chris even looked a little relaxed, but more relieved.

Georgia lifted her head. "Now?" She asked softly.

"What?" I pulled my eyes from Dalia. I had been thinking about our dear mother, so far away. My hard cock tingled with the recollection of having my own mother in her bed, on her back. Dalia did look a lot like Cici Duncan.

"Now. I mean, will you fuck me now?" Georgia whispered pressing her face into the corner of my neck. Her voice bubbled up the side of my neck to my ear, tickling them. Funny how the right meaning can make your ears tickle.

"I want to feel you inside me again." She whispered. "I mean now. Right now. I don't want to wait." She pressed her body against me, every pore exuding invitation and the assurance that any action on my part would meet with rampant and supple compliance. "I want you to fuck me, Sonny. I want it so badly, I can barely breathe."

I would have stuttered if I had any words half-way ready to offer but the music ended and suddenly I was coated with my sister in the midst of a thousand strangers. I opened my eyes and saw Dalia looking at me. I flinched Georgia away from her horny repose just as Chris turned to look at us.

"We better sit down." I mumbled.

"I can't move, Sonny. God, my knees are so weak I think I'll topple over if you let go of me." Her voice keened, the implicit plea became explicit irrespective of the words she used. She was in a bad way. "Just thinking about it...!" She whispered.

I cupped her elbow as though to support her, if her words were not actually hyperbole. We trudged towards the table. Chris and Dalia were already there when I arrived. The band was shutting down and a mouth with good hair took the mike and announced that midnight was close.

"Find the one you want to kiss and get ready. The ball is about to drop."

"My balls have already dropped." Chris muttered.

Dalia and Georgia both laughed out loud.

Chris looked around. "Shit, where are they? They should be down here already." He took his phone out of his jacket pocket and punched at it and put it to his ear. After a delay, he put down and looked at the face. He looked over at me.

"No answer." He said.

I locked my face into place, imaging I was a clown made of plastic, a rented prince at his step-mother's coronation. I nodded woodenly.

"I think I'll go see what's taking so long." Chris said casually.

I felt like a nominated Nazi in 1938 Germany with a Jewish family in my basement. I thought sure I was going to bust with the internal contraction. I hate secrets. I have enough difficulty keeping track of reality, much less complicating matters with multiple fictional versions.

Chris turned to Dalia and with a surprising amount of grace, kissed her on the cheek. "Lovely dance, Miss Duncan. Thank you for the privilege." He said gallantly.

Dalia actually blushed.

"If you will excuse me, I'm going to go find your sister and kiss her." He walked away, his stride appeared exaggeratedly casual.

Dalia tittered and sat down. I made to do so as well but Georgia held me upright, clinging to my arm. Dalia looked at us with intense focus and curiosity.

"No. Now. I mean now." Georgia whispered.

My heart suddenly strengthened, overpowering my hard cock with its repetitious rhythm in my awareness. It thundered in my ears.

"Jesus. You have got to be kidding." Dalia said.

Georgia ignored her. She shimmied against me, rubbing her tits up and down my arm.

"Haysus McChrist!" Dalia growled.

I looked at her expecting to see some of the Duncan ire in her eyes but instead found them shining like beacons. She smiled at me, a shy, soft little smile contradicting the sheen in her eyes. While I watched she licked her lips like someone had sucker punched her with a big Cinnabon cinnamon roll right in the kisser and she was still cleaning up. It made her full lips glisten.

My cock twitched.

"Shit." I muttered. Then I had an idea, it flashed in my head like it was neon. I wanted a taste of Georgia. I chuckled, thinking she was the perfect peach for such an expression. "Come on." I said, trying to think where I could do what I wanted to do. I flinched away from going up stairs because that might be too obvious, pointing at me as the cock in the spotlight.

I pulled Georgia towards the exit at the side of the stage. She followed along, wagging her tail behind her. I could feel her bubbling happiness. She'd go supernova when she discovered what I had in mind. We followed the last of the band out the side door. They had their off-stage place for relaxing between sets and they retreated there. I found a little closet nearby, with no door, where coats and hats and several empty instrument cases leaned against the wall. I pulled Georgia into the closet.

She folded against me like a parachute collapses after your knees bend and your roll safely into wet grass. Her lips found mine and the kiss was incandescent without any tentative teasing. She inhaled me like she was at the brink of orgasm and I was the just the cock to push her over the edge. Her whole body shuddered. I felt it, a rattling that started in her chest, vibrated up her throat and ended up being echoed when our teeth clicked together.

I pulled away. She panted with passion.

"God, Sonny! Where did you go yesterday? I, I expected you to tie me to the bed and turn me into a churning bubble of ecstasy. Instead you fucking disappear. What was that?"

When explaining something to someone, you have to use words that communicate the meaning of your answer to gain understanding. I swear, no such words existed. How in fuck could I tell Georgia about fucking Mrs. Bickerstaff and the little red headed firebrand that took a shine to Sammy? I had absolutely nothing to offer. That simply could not be explained and certainly not to my literal-minded and red-headed sister.

So I squatted before my loving sister and dipped both hands under the tight skirt she wore. I heard her gasp. My hands ran up her nylons and was gratified to discover their limits were at mid-thigh, held in place with tight garter straps. Georgia's flesh seared my fingers. I groaned as I encountered her bare skin. She harmonized. I moved my hands higher, up her legs on her smooth skin, wondering how much malice aforethought she had devoted to her sartorial sanction of this event. I felt her pussy on the tips of my thumbs.

My vision of slathering her panties over her ass and down her thighs popped like a bad idea on the Internet. I was not distraught, however. She wore no panties and that meant she was fully exposed to my hands. Her straight skirt, green like her eyes, constrained my exploration. I pushed it up till it bound around the arch of her upper legs in conjunction with the fullness of her ass.

"Oh god, yes." Georgia whispered. "Let me."

The skirt loosed and I pushed it up to her narrow waist. She stepped out of my grasp, almost pulling me over. She moved a blocky trombone case to the side. It fell over with a loud thump but it cleared a spot at the wall. Georgia fit between a guitar case and coats hung on hooks in a mob. I got to my knees and followed her.

My hands found her ankles, the straps on her high heels. I ran them up her legs, my fingerprints hissed on her nylons. I pushed past her knees and then stroked back down to her heels again. High over head, I heard my sister panting, like the roar of a storm heralding thunder and lighting. Her hands cupped my shoulders. My hands stroked up her legs onto the swell of her full thighs. She grunted when I found her skin again. The skirt ballooned around my wrist so when I pushed it up, it seemed to bounce off her legs, pulled onto her waist.