Extending the MILF List Ch. 25

"What if I don't...I mean, what if I do...climax I mean." She confused even herself with that trained tongue talent tangoing through the trellises of her cunt.

Wonder of wonders, I caught where she caught herself. Let me explain because I felt this huge rush of amazed pleasure that Sonny was not still so obtuse that I missed it and didn't mark it at all for future reference. "What if I don't..." was caterwauling to the magic word, "obey"! And finding herself on that road to perdition, my lovely sister screeched to a cartoon halt with dust and jiggering heels and swerved into a nearby street to avoid ever speaking that word in that way, in this context, but most importantly, to little brother Sonny! Obey Sonny? Never!

Deep inside I was rubbing my hands together. On the outside, I showed nothing of the sort and I felt satisfaction at noticing that. This was what Mr. Blue saw. I had it all along from the moment I heard Cici discussing Laura's desire for sex on the phone. I finally noticed what it was that got me to this point. And then that notice retreated off stage where it belonged. No one who is truly poised says to the audience, "Hey! Look how poised I am!" without transforming truth into a stupid, idiotic, embarrassing lie! Sonny kept that under wraps, finally! Sonny was indeed learning. During this flashing inchoate soliloquy, I held my sister's rippling gaze with a monotone intensity that works out to casual insistence that would have been the divine right of kings in another age. Here it just kept my humping sister quiet, and her eyes locked with mine in a flimsy facsimile of her former favorite method of jerking poor Sonny around. I, however, was not her former favorite little brother, not any longer.

"What if you don't?" I asked her twittering eyes. "I'll tell her to quit." I said simply. The pause was punctuated with Pet going still which made my next comment a bit late but arriving with the pomp and circumstance of credibility. "And she will."

Georgia stared at me, only disturbing the moment with a soft, sort of whimpering moan as Pet lifted her face from my sister's cunt, twisted around and looked at me. My red sister held my gaze for a long time and I saw the flicker of something in her eyes and realized she was here for something, like the furtive glimpse of a passing shadow as someone watching you flinches out of sight before your eyes can focus and know it was real and not a floater in your eye fooling your gullible mind. If she made an issue of this, she would never get what she came for. I concluded that for one simple reason. Her stare persisted, flickering albeit as her cunt kept sending inquiries to the brain as to the likelihood of more of that tongue dithering about the clit hood.

No one moved. The words appeared and I spoke them without prior intent.

"You only cum if I give you permission, Georgia." Well, redundant by this point but the effect was profoundly different, this time through the process, which I duly noted for later investigation...and utilization. My sister's eyes flickered, she blinked furiously, then she whimpered. My fucking sister NOVA whimpered! I shit you not! If you don't get the astonishment that roiled around inside me you don't get the moment. And still I held firm, eyes fixed coolly on hers until she dropped them and fuck me if she didn't make things a world better.

"Yes sir." She whispered.

Cheese and crackers!

In this moment, I realized I was changing. In the past, I'd have made some big deal out of that little concession by this Nova sister to lil bro Sonny and done some happy dance and fucked things up, ruined the moment. Oh. Sort of like all this commentary around this moment? Well, fuck off, this characterizes the pause and the silence when we were all alone with our thoughts except Mavis who was snoring again. Now? I nodded to Pet, shifting my eyes to her for just a moment, flicking them at her like an expert with a whip. She immediately swiveled around and dived back into the depths of my sister's wet cunt. The squelching sound filled the room and my sister moaned audibly, then jerked.

"Oh god...no, I can't please!" She hissed, her snarl unsnarled into this tender morsel of need.

Pet lifted her head. Looked around at me.

I shrugged. "Just don't let her cum." I said, having no idea if that was doable. To help out I looked from Pet to Georgia's luxurious tits. Oh okay! I know that didn't help any at all...so I found her eyes and when they lifted to meet mine, I said, "Just tap her when you need reprieve."

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Georgia said, spitting the words out like discarded sunflower seeds.

I turned and dragged the straight backed chair by the closet over to the foot of the bed, close to my sister's spread, speckled legs and where the ravenous pet licked and gobbled and sucked and kissed between them, and sat.

"Tell me what you are doing here?" A good beginning but then I overstepped the mark, as I'd find but just as well, I needed to know this too. "What is this about Cici on a rampage?" I could see using our mother's name tweaked my sister but was gratified to watch the urge to correct me and alter the mode of address appear and be dismissed in less then a horny breath.

"She's furious." Georgia said at the end of an exhale so the words felt like desperation. She shook her head. Pet bent to lick her again and my sister shuddered and her hips rose and dropped once. She looked up from the head between her legs, to my eyes.

I shook my head.

My sister bit her lower lip, then she fucking nodded! Fuck me! Pardon me while I am all amazed. I'll try out being delighted later.

"Oh, oh yes...we decided we had to tell you and you weren't answering your phone."

"I answered." I said, inflecting the statement into an explanation.

"I mean, we didn't think we should deal with this over the phone."

"We?" I asked, following up on that wanton pronoun, wanting to make her indict the sister cabal explicitly. She did, as expected. She was the eldest and lorded that over us all and sometimes that got her nominated for the shit detail. This may have been one of those times.

"Dillydally and Ditzy." She answered my question but with those cutsy names from our past. I ignored it. I was practicing? Wait. If I get good at ignoring am I improving my ignorance? That can't be right, or is it? Georgia continued. "When mom figured out what we did...um...she called us at home to speak to you and we had to tell her about the...ah...ah...ah...ambush...She lost her mind. You know how she can get about the littlest things!"

I was in no mood to quibble over such parenthetical ploys. Little, was it? She'd see how little it was! I waited. Another aspect of the new and improved Sonny.

"Mom is on the warpath and she is looking for scalps. She was going to crawl up Annie's ass but that would be awkward given she's taking miles of cock from that woman's husband far beyond the 500 mile rule."

And the bells went off. There it was! The thing I sensed was there and was sussing and huffing to find and it appeared like a shy marmot peering into unexpected silence. My sister's visit concerned he of the 500 mile limit, Howard Percival. I glanced at Mavis but she was sitting up straight, tottering a bit whenever Georgia wiggled on her quadrant of the bed. Not snoring now. Georgia wiggled often. Seemed to me that she was tapping out a rhythm on Pet's temple making the naked girl's head between her knees almost bob over the cunt like she was blowing a cock.

"She discovered Mrs. Clark was there, at the...um...ambush, she went down the list until she had everyone. Well, except for Jamie. Oh, and Holly, she doesn't know them so they didn't get caught up in her inquisitional dragnet. The last she focused on was Mrs. Honeywell. I never heard her say the shit she said about...oh god!" Tap.

Pet's head rose like it was heavy as gold. She sat and just stared at my sister's cunt full of empty longing. I'd imagine blowing her hot pet breath onto my sister's bubbling sister cunt and cooling the naughty lady down. Georgia's eyes slowly focused again, a bit glassier now but I give her credit, she returned to the moment with her legendary and stubborn persistence.

"Mom cursed! She cursed Alissa!" Georgia spoke with awe made easier for her by the lack of the torrid tongue in her cunt. Pet dipped it in again though and my sister flinched. "Oh fuck!" She managed again.

"Why did she curse Alissa?" I asked, honestly puzzled.

"She didn't protect you from that, ah, ah, ah...!" Tap. That was fast!

"From what?" I pressed, not waiting for Georgia's eyes to reopen the meeting. They opened and return to glassy focus.

"Ah, from us, from fucking with you."

Now, I confess honestly that I wanted like hell to ask about the 'why' of it but in that moment, over against that adolescent urge to nail that down, I realized it didn't matter but more to the point, the effect was benefiting me. Shitty as it was, and I was emerging into the divine light of retributive disapprobation, it served a purpose in my life, in me that I could never have managed on my own. This moment in my moment train, told me that clear as a daisy in ink...I'd never have stopped on my own. I'd have fucked myself to death, and as Sammy pointed out, yes, not a bad way to go...the whole, die young and leave a pretty corpse thing. But I was discovering that there were things I never imagined, truly a brave new world that has such people in it, from Mr. Blue to licking little pet here, and cashing my chips now seemed like the silliest of ideas, even if that meant not fucking myself to death. I was a little relieved to find I still had things to do, at the ripe old age of almost 21.

So. No "why the fuck did you all fuck with me?" issued from my mouth. I waited and gave myself a big karmic hug for doing so. My sister kept talking. Sort of, given the licking she was getting her speech was a little slurred with these little wet hiccups that made me want to laugh. She was trying so hard, but pet is good at licking cunt apparently.

"Mom, mom, mom was, she was, she went on about telling Sid to 'fire that bitch' she actually, actually said that, like that, she said it. That's when Annie told her that..."

"Annie was there, listening to this phone call?" I interrupted. Tap. Georgia's eyes closed for a moment and I watched my formidable sister compose herself.

"SKYPE, but yes, we...oh god, Sonny, she loves to eat pussy and I can't turn her down and now Ditz is hooked, Annie rarely goes home since...ah...the ambush." Tap. Pet wasn't even feeding at the trough! Aftershocks I guess, tongue ghosts. "Annie told Mom that if she complained to Sid he'd leave China and return here to deal with the situation and that would be bad for her. She said that Sid had 'hidden' her here in plain sight...do you know what that's about?"

I shook my head not wanting to think about that but really to avoid the distraction such thoughts would provoke. I waited again. Pet returned to her licking. Georgia groaned again with a little shudder that made her tits wave at me and demand my attention. Which they got. Top Secret! Eyes Only!

"Annie said that Sid has this penchant for doing whatever the female of the moment Sid is fucking says, his one tragic flaw. Annie begged her not to mention this to Sid...ever! If you have ever heard Annie beg," I had. "...she's good at it and I took notes. Mom went all silent for a moment." Tap tap. Georgia sighed. "Then...um...she said she'd get the next plane out and be there by Monday. Alissa had to go...the fucking bitch...Mom said that, the fucking bitch had to go!"

My heart went from a leisurely 75 beats a minute to eight million and seven in a heartbeat, so to speak. "She's on the way here?"

"No. No. Annie said that if she tried to leave Sid would go with or follow. More begging. Then our Mother said she'd figure something out and disconnected."

I sat still and silent for a moment pondering that. I was missing something. My sister was not here to tell me they were suffering from melodrama overload. No, something was missing. Oh. My mother, plotting...the wheels of justice may grind slow but they grind fine and completely.

"And?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Georgia looked pained as Pet's head settled over the sister slit and Georgia moaned her thanks at the soft, subtle and sensuous landing. She batted her eyes at her karma licking her clit, humped once and groaned. Tap.

When her eyes quit blinking she managed to focus.

"That was it. Mother was silent for a while then just vanished. You know what that means." She said it as a statement and ambiguous as it was, she was right. I knew. Nothing terrorized our household growing up like when Mom delayed punishment for someone. Tawny went to her and asked to be spanked one time after only like three hours the tension was so bad! "Honestly, Sonny, I haven't seen Mom this mad since wet smeared you with honey and staked you out naked on the lawn playing cowboys and Indians." Pet's head settled again and my sister shivered and hunched again.

Yeah, that was bad. I had ant stings all over me! I was sick for a week with a reaction! Mom was not happy with my Indian sisters. "So what is she going to do? You didn't come here to have me guess too, I don't think."

Georgia rallied against the rising arousal dulling her eyes. "Sonny, I think Mom is going to make Alissa resign." She managed to push that phrase out but with not much impetus or momentum...but I got it, caught it and ingested it with the distaste it warranted.

"I see." I managed. If Mom got Alissa and company fired, what becomes of Sonny and my big lay down assistant gig not to mention the apartment and the car? Yes, I know, all graspingly materialistic but fuck you, I need a car and the apartment was integral to, well, everything I had in mind. I had to admit this was clever of my clever intriguing sisters. This was indeed a good cover, for they knew something of the investment in Alissa I had and how if she got canned I'd be hard put to replace that whole knot of naughty I found there. "Why do you think Mom will or can make Alissa resign?" I asked sounding all calm and reasonable even to me, and I rarely sound that way to me which makes me try harder which rarely helps.

"Alissa called a few minutes later and asked if you were okay."

I nodded. "I am. Why didn't she call me?"

"She did, but you weren't answering, any of us. Until I called from the lobby we all thought you were dead. If it wasn't for Mavis updating Howard, we'd have been worried."

"I see." Another slip of her mask caught by the mirror. "Go on." I knew there was more. My sister gasped, humped Pet's head, groaned and finally composed herself and opened her eyes to give me the feeble facsimile of her withering glare.

"Can you not have her, her do this? I can't think straight." Georgia gasped, panting now. Tap. Tap. She sighed in frustrated relief which was sort of marvelous to behold. Mission accomplished. Pet lifted her head and twisted around to look at me again. When she grinned, it was not any dumb animal grimacing at me with lurid delight. It was a cunning co-conspirator fully aware of her role and reveling in it.

I nodded then and leaned forward, stood and moved the chair out of the way. I drop trow and exposed my now hard cock who took no interest in the intrigues and subterfuges being discussed or the web weaving and counter web weaving going on. I bent and grasped pet by the hips and lifted her the way one might lift a fat indolent, but intoxicated cat out of a huge box of catnip. She didn't even pretend to help. I had to strain to get her to her feet. She kept her hands on those sisterly thighs and her face in close proximity to that sisterly cunt but her legs snapped into proper position like those of a folding table.

I mounted pet. She whimpered and sighed and made all sorts of approving sounds, doing so well that I felt justified in making no sound at all, but just injected my cock into her lathered cunt and then held her like that. I held Pet by the hips and fucked her a few times. I then planted my cock deep in her and waited for my eyes to refocus. Crikey I do love my cock in her!

I looked up and waited for Georgia to lose the blur. "Pet." I hissed. "Let's see if this evens out the odds, a little." I drew my hard cock out of pet and rammed it into her again, rocking her forward so that the top of her head bumped my sister's lean middle. They both made plush sounds and then Pet found her way back to the sister slit and licked and licked. Georgia whimpered and closed her eyes, so I fucked pet faster and faster until she raised her head and gasped loudly. Mavis was sitting now, eyes shining in the light, watching the lurid interrogation. I'd have people begging to be interrogated if they left such things up to me. I stopped the to and fro for pet. Disapprobation.

"So, Georgia my dear, what is the problem?"

My sister's eyes fluttered and she settled back on her twin kickstand hands on the bed, arching her back so her fine tits rose up in acclamation. "Alissa called to ask why Mom would demand she have a conference call with her and Ellen first thing Monday morning." Pet's head settled once more like darkness into a valley between my sister's spread legs. Georgia sighed and I returned to fucking pet.

I could finally see the problem. "What time is the call?" I asked.

"Ten in the morning. Like the middle of the night there, right?" Georgia managed, but barely.

"Four a.m. I think, no just two, so yes...I wonder why then? What is Mom thinking?" I finally arrived at the crux of the issue.

"I think she's going to make Alissa resign, or try. Not sure that will be as easy as she thinks." Georgia was clearly having a better time of it...pet apparently lost some of her licking facility with a cock nuzzling her cervix in her tight little cock sock. My plan was working.

"Is this what brought you down here at the ass crack of dawn to offer pet here a taste of Georgia?"

My subtle sister shook her head. "No...I mean we, they sent me, I am here to ask you to call mom and find out what she's up to and dissuade her. I mean, the condo and the car and all of it, it all goes away if Alissa gets canned. She'd move them to California to do entertainment law like she's talked about for years, and Sammy'd go with her and where would that leave Ellen?"

No shit? Ellen had her grubby little paws in this too? I didn't even ask about Ellen. I didn't want to make sister blister lie to me and then have to ferret that out. Nor was I convinced that was why Georgia had allowed herself to be pushed out of bed this early in the day. The Howard factor remained in the context and I wanted to out it so I knew where we stood or what was at issue.

"Well, okay, I'll call her." I said, having no intention to do so. I had a better idea. "I'll talk to her," I added, actually amending the lie to make it more or less true. I'd talk to my mother alright but leaving the timing of that ambiguous was to my benefit and the fact that Georgia didn't bother to pin me down on that point made me certain that what happened next would indeed happen next and indeed it did. "So I guess that's it then?" I said, pressing the point finally.

"Well, no, actually we had another thing to...um...ask you about."

"We?" I said with an arched eyebrow? "Which 'we' is this 'we'?"

"We. Your sisters." Georgia managed around a new swell of pleasure emanating from her cunt. I resumed fucking pet and Georgia sighed with relief. Much as I wanted to understand the interaction I was affecting with cock and intention, it was and forever would be in that little puzzling space between tongue and clit of two females.

"Oh?" Now we were getting to it...I wondered what Ellen offered to get her concerns included in this little tete a tete?