Extending the MILF List Ch. 20

After a minute or so the cataclysm broke and then flagged. It always seems longer and god knows I'd like to take a vacation to the point of ecstasy and string up a hammock and stay awhile. I crouched over Tawny, snorting and snarling, trying to get my breath to even out.

"See, not his sister." Patricia sneered from her podium of jealousy. I don't think she thought I was listening or that my hearing worked during orgasm but I heard it clearly, that funny sort of awe that you feel when you see another person climaxing. I pulled out of Tawny, letting her legs flop wide as I left her pussy empty. I was aware of the slick, hot feel of her stockings as I sat back between her legs.

"It's, she's my sister." I panted nodding at Tawny.

"You, you have sex with your sister?"

I backed down the bed from Tawny's body, nodding.

"With a body like that, does it make sense to refuse her if she says, fuck me?"

"Not your sister!" Patricia said, but there was no conviction in her voice.

I patted one of Tawny's legs.

"Tawny, where's your purse? I'll show them your driver's license."

After a noticeable delay, she opened her eyes and rolled her head to the side to look down her body at me.

"Left it downstairs." She whispered.

I started getting dressed.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Patricia asked, her eyes flashing.

I couldn't read her neon meaning so I ignored it. I did answer her.

"I'm going to get her purse." I muttered, not thinking about how absurd that sounded. I left them like that, a little dumbfounded I think but not chatty enough to suggest they weren't stunned by what they'd just seen, to say nothing of what I claimed they'd just seen.

In the bar, Dalia looked like she was sitting on a hot stove. When she saw me, she fidgeted and shifted in the booth where she'd been sitting with Tawny. She looked frazzled, like she'd just come in out of a hot rain and had had a little time to put on her face but still hadn't cooled down. She did have on a face. The mascara outlined her eyes with deep dark shadows that gave her an "Elvira of the Night" sort of look. Her hair had gone all frizzy for some reason that may have given me the thought that she was frazzled. The dead give away was her eyes though. They shifted and twitched like the eyes of a Jew in a SS alumni meeting.

"Come on, let's go." I said. My voice was rough and I sounded rougher than I'd really intended but Dally's response was immediate, standing and pointing her tits at me as though they were cannons, loaded cannons.

"What did you do with Tawny?" She hissed while I looked around for her waiter.

"Fucked her. While two strangers watched us." I had to snicker then. I looked back at my middle sister. She was staring at me. "I told them she was my sister." I muttered. "I think that made her a little crazy."

"Oh fuck me with a hatrack!" Dalia growled. "That'd make me crazy too!"

"Get her purse. They don't believe that she's my sister or that I'd actually fuck my sister. One of those."

The waiter appeared and I paid Dalia's bill. She'd had several drinks waiting and if she wasn't in the bag, I was a mad hatter. Realizing she might be wobbly drunk, I took her by the arm. She snatched Tawny's purse from the other side of the booth and we tottered away out of the bar to the up ramp to the bedroom where I fully intended to fuck her for an audience. It was time. I decided to tell her so.

"I'm going to strip you and fuck you for them, too, you know. If you're going to change your mind, don't mount the elevator with me."

I felt her hand tighten on my arm clutching me against her plush pillows.

"Don't you dare, Sonny Duncan. Don't you dare leave me out of this. I've been content to drift along in your wake till now but now Dally wants dick." The elevator dinged and Dalia glanced around, wondering how loud her voice had been. She found several sets of eyes poking at her and she blushed down into her tits. She finally turned and buried her face in my neck, coating me with her quivering body. God, I swear I could feel the excitement and arousal smoking off of her, humming inside her like a big Cummings engine, throbbing and quivering with its own power.

"I want you to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me until I can't come any more." Her voice was muffled but fully loud enough that the couple standing to my left met my eyes. The guy winked at me. If he only knew. The woman tried not to look at me but when her eyes did meet mine she smiled at me, guilt glued to her teeth as she turned away and then pulled her guy out of the closed maw of the elevator and away from us.

"You're going to fuck your other sister. Me!" Dalia said in her same loud voice.

"Indoor voice, indoor voice." I muttered.

She lifted her head and glowered at me.

"That was my indoor voice. My outdoor voice would break glass and shatter windows. I am so horny, for you, little brother, for you goddammit. I want you in between my thighs as soon as possible. Now. If you dared, I'd fuck you against the wall. My god, Sonny, I feel like my skin is trying to shimmy off my body and smother you. If you don't fuck me soon..." Her voice cut off and I looked around to find a pair of women approaching, one older the other younger.

I gave the younger one my best "come hither" look and the other one smiled at me, licking her lips. We mounted the elevator and they joined us but exited on floor five or I might have invited them to join us. My eyes are always bigger than my dick. I think Dalia's excitement infected me, soaking into me and filling me up with new erotic energy. I didn't believe it was possible but by the time the elevator spat us out onto our floor, I was ready to take her against the wall.

She wobbled with me to the door of the room. I dug around for the key card but suddenly Dalia mashed herself against me, pressing me back against the wall beside the door to the suit.

"Dalia, what's wrong?" She was shaking. That made me nuts.

She'd buried her face in my chest and when she looked up, her mascara was running, making ugly dark lines on her prefect porcelain face.

"I want..." She began and buried her face in my chest again.

"You want what?" I asked.

Her voice was a wet muddle against my chest.

"What? Dalia, what's the matter?"

She looked slowly up at me, lifting her head like it was hangover heavy.

"I want Tawny to eat me." She said distinctly. "Oh god. I do. I want that. I want it so badly I can't stand it. But, but, she, she doesn't. She, Nova tried to make her several times but she won't, she hasn't. When, when you fucked them, you and your friends, I, I wanted to put her on her back and make her eat me. I did. I wanted it. I was so crazy with that desire."

"You are over the whole dick thing?" I asked.

Dalia's reaction was priceless. She looked up at me craning her head back to focus on my face.

"Sonny, for Christ's sake pay attention. This ain't about you, it's about your sister's cunt. My cunt! Not Mike Hunt, my cunt. I want our sister to lick my cunt until I dissolve into vaporous climax. I will, if she will but god, Sonny, how do I ever ask her? I don't know how."

I seriously wanted to clarify the whole cock issue but decided on valor and not stupidity and kept my mouth shut. I really was learning.

Dalia was weeping actually weeping.

"Jesus, Dalia, is it that big a deal. Georgia would go down on you, I bet."

Dalia snorted, dug in her purse and found a hanky, blew her nose and snorted.

"She does. All the time. We do it in front of Tawny. Hell, Charm was at us both but never Tawny when she was there, she just watched, never asked, never offered. Georgia tried to make her once but Tawny did her impression of Georgia, swelling up like a cobra ready to strike. You know how she is when she gets really angry?"

I nodded. I knew.

"She makes Georgia seem like Mary Poppins." I agreed

Dalia rolled her eyes. She started to cry into the hanky again. I just stood there staring at her, wondering if I should store her in my hotel room and give up on this. Then I remembered her threat and decided I could fuck a weeping woman, even if she was my sister.

"God, Sonny, don't you get it? I love her."

My heart stopped beating and my head expanded.

"Oh shit." I muttered.

Dalia hit me.

"Not like that you ass hole. I mean I want to have sex with her."

"But you said..."

Dalia smacked my shoulder again, harder this time.

"Stop it, Sonny. This is terrible for me. I know, I know I've been waiting for this, for you to have sex with me for, for, for a while but now, thinking about having her there, I just want her to have me too. I want you both to make love to me. I want you to mount me and fill me and then for her to put her tongue deep into me and clean me of all this lust I feel for her!" Dalia squeezed her eyes closed. "My god, she's my sister and I have dreams about her tits, my mouth on them. Her hands stroking my hair, pushing me down between her legs and then she says its my turn and I wake up!"

"You don't dream about me?" I asked. I must have been in the middle of a psychotic break and forgot my lines.

Dali hit me, really, really hard.

"Goddammit, Sonny. I said it once. Have you forgotten already? This isn't about you for fuck's sake!"

"Oh. Right." I give in too easily. I think I felt it should have been about me but no way was I saying that out loud.

"God, Sonny, what am I going to do?"

I answered the first thing that came to mind.

"Fuck me." I said.

Dalia hit me, then hit me again but then, finally she smiled. Then she grinned.

"I get it. I shouldn't be greedy."

I nodded. The cold draught of her chagrin had chilled my arousal and my eagerness to throw her down on the bed and mount her had vanished. I felt sure it would come back. Then I thought, for the first time since leaving the room, about what I'd find when I opened the door. Tawny had been lying on the bed mostly naked with those two vipers hovering around her. Maybe the table was set for a little Dalia dinner.

"You ready?" I asked my middle sister. It was strange. She was the only family female I'd not plundered right down to her short and curlies and suddenly I was getting nervous, shy even. I groaned a little and felt the welcome weather front of lust sweep over me. I planned to lay my two sisters side by side and dip and dip from sister to sister, mixing them with my cock over and over again and finally filling Dalia with cum.

"Sonny! Sonny!"

I jerked out of my fever dream.

"Shit. What?"

"I said, I'm ready. How do I look?"

I glanced at Dalia and she saw what I didn't say, showing clearly in my eyes. She made Frankenstein's bride look comely and that ain't saying much. She took out a compact and spent a couple additional minutes fixing the blur in her face. When all the lines were inside the lines again where they belonged, she nodded at me and smiled.

"Let's fuck!" Dalia said brightly.

I opened the door softly. I hesitated, listening. I didn't hear any screaming. I have to admit I was disappointed. I did hear giggles though. That worried me. With Dalia clinging to my arm like a purchased bride at her wedding, I walked us into the bedroom.

"Fuck me." I muttered.

Tawny sat on the bed, her back to us, wearing a Terrycloth robe. Patricia sat on the bed, fully clothed, her legs stretched out beside Tawny's bare knee. Mercy huddled on Patricia's other side watching Tawny like a bird watches a cat.

"Here's your purse." I muttered, then repeated myself so they heard me. Tawny looked around.

"Sonny, hey. Did you know these two were half-sisters?"

I didn't like this. I felt that terrible tickle on my neck, like the breeze from the falling blade of a guillotine. I fought back.

"They both fuck Mercy's husband...and his son."

No one responded. Tawny fussed with her wallet and extracted her driver's license.

"See. He's really my brother. Blood and everything."

Mercy exhaled like she'd been holding her breath since I left.

"And he fucked you right before our eyes!" She said, her voice wavy with wonder.

"Not the first time." Tawny said lightly, clearly enjoying this moment of notoriety. "The first time was oh so wonderful. Sonny knows how to make a girl pant for it and when it happens, god, it makes your toes curl."

"Let me see your driver's license." Patricia said from her position on the bed, addressing herself to me.

I shrugged and then nodded. I took it out and handed it to her. She compared them and looked around Tawny at us.

"Who's that? I suppose that's another sister?"

Tawny twisted around to glance at Dalia.

"Yep. I'm the youngest of three sisters. That's Dalia the middle. Georgia isn't here just now."

Patricia snorted without much conviction.

"So he fucks you all?" Mercy whispered, leaning on Patricia's shoulder.

Tawny nodded but said, "No. I mean he will. He hasn't done Dalia yet. She gets off on being teased."

"Oh, god." Mercy whispered. "So that means, that means what you said, about him having sex with your mother, that it's really true?"

"Oh, I didn't see it. Georgia did and told us all about it. Mom admits it. She ran away to China so we'd all be in the house together. If we were going to do it, she didn't want to be around. She told me either she wanted us to get to it or give it up and never do it."

"So you did it. You fucked your little brother."

"No. He's not little and he fucked me. I haven't fucked him. Then he gave me to one of his friends. And his mom, the friend I mean."

"Jesus in a submarine, I thought we were fucked up!" Patricia growled.

"Oh, right, like you two have never had sex with each other!" I shot back.

The two women on the bed separated like they'd been caught doing something by their parish priest or without their parish priest. Then they looked at each other. The looks were odd, clearly something passed between them. For a long, awkward moment they gazed at each other very like they were two strangers suddenly thrown together inside a swerving bus and one didn't bother to move away when the swerve was over. Then they looked at me.

"No. We haven't." Mercy said softly.

I snorted. I'd had enough bullshit shoveled my way I wasn't buying it.

"Right. You have the same mother and your fathers are father and son and you tell me that you've never fucked each other? You don't go down on each other when you get the chance? You fuck Jamie and you tell me that you haven't ended up lips to lips, ever?"

They both shook their heads.

"I saw you kissing in the restaurant." I growled, my bullshit allergy kicking in.

"Oh, I do that to make men crazy. We don't have sex with each other. That's what dicks are for and we never lacked enough dick before." Patricia spoke calmly but she looked like a spider was weaving webs between her tits.

I was so sure I didn't believe them but the looks on their faces gave me pause. Then it finally soaked into my sex besotted brain what they heard Tawny say. I poked Tawny's back.

"You told them about Mom and me?" I muttered, growling.

Tawny turned around.

"You want me to fuck you and then hide the fact that you fucked Mom first? What do you think I'd tell them, that this was all my idea? Your the pervert in the family? The females are all just willing accomplices along for the ride, or to be ridden as the case may be. Of course I told them. I think they're jealous. God, Sonny, how many women have a brother that can satisfy their own mother?"

"Not me!" Mercy and Patricia said together.

"You don't have a brother." I said but then tried to remember if I knew that or if I was just being lawyerly.

Staring at those two women, with the fact of my intercourse with my sisters and mother laid plainly before these two, I had a terribly wonderful idea. I felt Dalia hovering behind me and resolved to solve her conundrum. I nearly laughed with the delight I felt. I love it when I have an idea, it makes my head swell.

"Well, my sisters eat each other all the time." I said. I heard Dalia gasp and Tawny's head whipped around to stare at me. I met her eyes for a moment but then glanced past her as nonchalantly as I could manage to meet Patricia's eyes which were narrowed suspiciously. She glared at me, her penetrating eyes fixed and staring. She knew I was up to something but she couldn't quite see what it was. Her natural suspicion was well founded, I was up to something.

"We don't, uh, have sex." Mercy said in a small voice into the icy silence. "She, Patricia likes..." Here she hesitated. I think she glanced at her half-sister but Patricia continued staring right at me. I returned the favor. Mercy cleared her throat, managing to make it sound like a cross between apologetic and asking for permission, for what I wasn't clear but it came clear as she spoke. She sought Patricia's permission to rat her out and tell us what twisted her nipples.

"Patricia likes to watch me have sex." Mercy was confessing to Tawny what I already knew.

"I like to watch them fuck you." Patricia corrected, her voice a lurid snarl. She didn't seem angry, just really, really intense, focused on something three feet behind my sternum. I was glad she wasn't a spit because I'd have been a shish kabob. Mercy cleared her throat again.

"She, uh, she likes to watch men fuck me." Patricia made a sound. "And women. And women. She loves to offer me to a stranger and then insist that I make good on her promise, to do what she says I'll do." Mercy's voice wavered, like an AM radio out on the prairie somewhere. "I do love it." Her voice lowered to a private, personal hum. "I get so excited around her. When she's with me, I never know when she is going to offer me up to have sex with someone. Anyone. One time, we were at a resort and she had me suck the bellhop's cock. Then she told him to send anyone around he wanted and I'd have sex with them. I fucked twenty-three people that weekend, in three days. I never left the room. Patricia offered me to all of them, telling them what to do to me." Mercy shuddered, like a chill ran through her ample body. She giggled abruptly. "Wasted the vacation at the beach though." Her breasts swayed inside her shirt.

I wanted to make them sway myself.

"I love it. She loves to watch me climax. I get so excited when she's there, leaning on the wall, watching a man and his wife fuck me. She sits on my face, the wife I mean, and he plugs into me, down there and in moments the man is coming deep in me and the woman is riding my tongue while I taste her, climaxing the entire time and she, Patty leans against the wall, her hands behind her and just watches."

"She never fucks anyone?" Dalia said from behind me, her voice matching Mercy's tone, soft and feathery, like a dying dandelion in a soft breeze.

"Oh, she does. Yes. After they tire of me, she often fucks whomever she's handed me too." Here Mercy laughed, a grating cackle that made me look twice to see if she'd turned into the wicked witch of the west. "She gets so hot watching me come, she orgasms right away, immediately. The man mounts her and he can't come before she's all saucy and hot." Mercy smiled.

I discovered I was staring at her, confused by her words and their effect on me.

"I want to see your sisters have sex with each other." Patricia said suddenly, her voice low and gravelly as my throat felt. I'd have had to stoop to talk as low as she did.

For a moment, no one moved. No one spoke. Maybe no one breathed. Somehow Mercy and Patricia understood something was afoot but I believe they thought it was all between them.

"We've never done a brother and sister before." Mercy mumbled.

"Or a sister and sister." Patricia whispered in the jellied silence.