Just the Six of Us Ch. 20

"That's...different," he said. "I didn't start this intentionally. I was dreaming and thought you were Emma!"

"Then why are you so hard?" she asked, her fingers encircling his thick rod. "Tell me this doesn't turn you on," she said, slowly beginning to pump him up and down.

"Ash," he began to protest, but faltered.

"Paul," she said, moving to lay on top of him, his cock sticking upwards between her legs and resting against her pussy. "Tell me to stop and I'll stop," she said.

Paul had his eyes closed and was desperately trying to find some courage to get her off of him, but he had to admit it to himself. He wanted her. He wanted her badly.

He wrapped his arms around her and gently pressed her to him, feeling her red hair draping around down his face and neck.

"I've always had a thing for my big brother," she said, leaning her face close to his and giving him a kiss.

He groaned in pleasure and moved his hands lower, cupping both butt cheeks as she began to gyrate, rubbing her sopping pussy up and down on his shaft and suddenly felt the tip of his cock pressing gingerly inside of her.

"Oh, yes." she moaned, "I'm going to get fucked by my big brother."

"But, isn't this wrong?" he asked.

"Paul, baby," she said, "shut up and fuck me."

Groaning at his baby sister's incredibly dirty talk, he pulled down and nearly fainted in ecstasy as his cock slid into her wet, but very tight pussy. "Daaaamn-it," he said, moaning loudly.

"The walls are very thin here," she whispered, draping her hair over his face.

"God, you smell so fucking good," he whispered, quieter than before. He inhaled deeply as she lifted herself off of him and slowly sank back down, his cock sending sparkles of electric pleasure rocketing through both of them, causing her to whimper in pure pleasure as she rose up to sink back down again, and again.

"God," he said again, unable to find the words to describe how good she felt, how naughty and wrong it felt to violate his sweet but goofy little sister, and how much she wanted him. It was like her whole body was trying to get him closer, her hands clutching at him, her legs wrapped around his thighs, her hair entwined around his face, her lips on his neck, her pussy sucking and slurping hungrily at him. She was so tight, and so wet. It was unlike any other woman he'd ever been with before.

Being so into each other, neither saw the door open for a few seconds.

"Oh, Ash," Paul moaned, not hearing the door click closed behind him.

"Oh big brother," she moaned quietly, "you're gonna make me come." She began to gyrate her hips faster and faster, moaning louder. He pulled her tightly to him and began to thrust upwards into her harder, in time with her gyrations, their sweaty bodies sticking to the sheets.

She began to come, her body quaking atop his, her vaginal muscles squeezing tightly against his thick cock, the rippling muscles inside her trying to milk his meat, almost painfully strong as she opened her mouth, unable to speak or breathe, so intense was her orgasm.

He grunted as he felt his own orgasm begin to erupt and she continued to bounce up and down, pushing her lips against his as she felt his hot cum begin shooting its way inside her, as another of her own convulsions hit and she collapsed on top of him, his body still shaking and his cock still shooting streams into her.

They collapsed into bed, Ashley falling asleep on top of her brother.

******

Emma led Missy to her bedroom, the slightly drunk girl swaying a bit as they walked down the hallway. Finally reaching her door, she swung it open and guided the sandy blonde to the bed where she fell with a flop.

She looked around briefly, wondering if she should attempt to put her in a t-shirt, or just let her sleep in her swim suit.

"Fuck it," she said, pushing Missy towards the pillows, and climbing in beside her.

Closing her eyes, she slowly drifted off to sleep, where she began to dream, but not of Mike. Strangely enough, she began to dream of Sarah. She'd tied her older sister up on some sort of rack and was tickling her with a feather. She moved it from her slit upwards all the way to her mouth, causing Sarah to shiver in delight.

With the erotic dream caressing her mind, Emma began to fondle Missy in her sleep, her hands moving around and gently squeezing the girls ample breasts, moving down her flat stomach to her pussy.

Emma suddenly awoke, realizing who she was fondling, rolled away to her side only to find she was closer to the edge than she thought. Before she knew it, she had fallen out of her own bed with a 'thunk'.

'Damn it,' she thought, standing and beginning to climb back into bed. She stopped herself.

Sarah would probably be in bed, she realized, and a mischievous plan began to form in her head. Quietly, she crept downstairs to find Sarah and reenact the dream she'd just had, or parts of it at least.

As she approached her older sister's door, she heard a soft moaning and began to think Mike had crept downstairs with the same idea, the fucker.

Opening the door quietly, she peered inside and froze when she heard a noise.

"Oh, Ash," said a voice. It wasn't Mike, she realized and back pedaled, heading back up to her room, her head trying to wrap around what she'd heard. Had their plan worked?

******

Mike awoke the next morning to snoring; loud , obnoxious, 'what the hell is wrong with your sinuses' snoring.

"Holy shit, that fucker sounds like a fog horn on steroids."

Emma was smiling, wearing panties and his t-shirt, looking ungodly sexy, sitting on his chair at his desk.

"You're telling me," Mike said, hurling a pillow at Matt. It hit him with a "whap" but it didn't even faze him. He never moved.

"Have I got some news for you, big fella," she said, turning and looking at Mike.

Mike cocked his head and looked at her curiously. "What's that?" he asked.

Emma looked like she knew something delightfully gossipy and couldn't wait to tell someone. "Well, I'd say our plan was a success," she said.

Mike screwed up his face for a second, and then it dawned on him what plan she was referring to.

"No way..." he said.

"Yup," Emma grinned. "I was going downstairs to find Sarah and heard a moan from her room. I thought it was you and her in there going at it, but I cracked the door just in time to hear a guy's voice say 'Oh, Ash'. I don't know for sure, but Matt's been passed out up here, and I seriously doubt it was you."

Mike tried to work through it all in his head.

"Seriously?" he asked.

Emma nodded again and smiled. "We've got a secret over them now. If she tries to come back to you, we can admit that we heard them and force her away."

Mike nodded, smiling slowly. "I doubt it will come to that, though," he said.

It was her turn to look confused. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Why wouldn't it?"

"Well, if he had half as much fun as I do when I'm with you, neither of them will be back. I think you'll get a call or a text from him saying that you guys won't work out, or that he's found someone new.

Emma grinned and came forwards, nearly stepping on Matt, still snoring on the floor. She leaned down and kissed Mike on the lips, then turned and headed for his door.

"Hey Em," Mike said. "I've been thinking about what you were talking about, about me telling you what to do."

She grinned as she turned. "Does my master have a command?" she asked, giggling.

"Stop that," he said, turning red. "I'm not there yet, but I'm considering it."

She grinned and nodded. "Let me know when you have a command for me, master," she said wickedly, wiggling her perfect ass.

"Actually," he said, smiling at her surprised look. "I was wondering..." he began and she rolled her eyes. "Give me your panties," he said, changing his tone.

Grinning, she immediately reached and began to peel off her underwear, white with small pink hearts, very girlish. As she tossed them to him, she stood there, waiting for him to finish.

"You can go now," he said, grinning.

As she turned, she bent over slightly and exposed her now naked ass, and looked back at him smiling. "Yes sir," she said, grinning.

A snort and a cough caused her to dash from the room, as Matt began to slowly wake up.

"When'd the party end and did I get any?" he groggily asked.

"Its morning you ass-hat, and no you didn't get any," Mike confirmed.

"Well shit, where's yer sister," he asked, laughing to himself.

"Which one?" Mike said, not really listening.

"Don't matter," Matt groaned. "I'd fuck'em all."

"Watch it," Mike said, throwing another pillow at him.

"Yeah, yeah," Matt said, standing naked, and heading out into the hallway towards the bathroom.

"Damn-to-hell, Matt," came the yell from the hallway. "Put some fucking clothes on!" Missy was yelling.

"You know you love it," he yelled as the door to the bathroom slammed.

******

Beth was cooking as Mike entered the kitchen, followed a few minutes later by Sarah and Emma, who was just about to spill the beans about what happened, when the door to Sarah's room opened and Ashley came bouncing out.

"Hey guys!" she said excitedly, coming into the kitchen, her hair bouncing around as she came to get some breakfast.

Mike smiled politely and stared at the redhead, noticing a glow about her face, a genuine smile. She came over and hugged him, and he couldn't help but feel out of place, like she was hugging him as friends would. He wondered how Paul felt.

Almost on cue, Paul came out, his swim trunks and shirt from the day before on. Beth began serving breakfast as people crowded around the table, polite breakfast conversation filling the room.

Paul wouldn't look at anyone, however, and moved to the living room to eat. Mike glanced over at Ashley and then at Emma, shrugging. Emma suddenly grabbed the redhead and headed back upstairs for some girl-talk.

Mike decided he'd wait and see what Emma said before trying to talk to Paul, who was no doubt feeling guilty or weirded out by what had happened.

He sat at the table and pushed another spoon of eggs into his mouth.

******

"What's going on? I'm hungry," Ashley was saying.

"I know what happened," Emma said, bluntly. She sat down on the bed as Ashley sat next to her. "I was walking around last night and thought Mike was in bed with Sarah, and I opened the door and heard you two."

Ashley blushed and hid her face, causing Emma to reach over and pull her hands back down.

"Don't be ashamed Ash, come on..." Emma said, gesturing to herself. "I mean really, I'm doing the same thing."

There was an uncomfortable silence between the two and Emma wondered if it had been a good idea to broach the subject. 'Too late now,' she thought.

Sighing deeply she ran a hand through her brown hair. "Ash, say something."

Ashley shrugged and looked at her. "What am I supposed to say?"

"Just say it. Admit it, and you'll start to feel better. I struggled with my desires for Mike until I finally admitted that I had them and I felt a lot better." She began to play with Ashley's long red hair as she spoke.

"Was it an accident?" Emma asked finally.

Ashley shrugged and thought for a few seconds. "Not really, it kind of just happened. We both woke up and he was inside me," she said, still blushing. "He tried to stop, saying it was wrong when he found out it wasn't you. He just got more excited and I knew that he really wanted to, so I... convinced him," she said with a little grin, finally seeming to relax.

Emma laughed lightly. "Convinced him?"

Ashley nodded. "I have my ways," she said with a smile.

Emma hugged her. "I'm happy for you," she said, and she genuinely was happy.

"I'll have to have a talk with my brother, though I don't know how I could go back to anyone else after that. It was... indescribable."

"You still need to say it out loud Ashley," Emma said, turning her head and looking her in the eyes. "For you and for him, it'll make you feel better."

Ashley nodded and lowered her eyes, breathing deeply for a few seconds. Finally she raised her eyes up and looked directly at Emma. "I fucked my brother." As she said it, she covered her mouth as a smile came to her lips, almost embarrassed. "Oh, you were right. I do feel better!"

Emma smiled and hugged her again, but felt her pull back.

"I told him about you guys, though, so he wouldn't feel like a freak."

"What?" Emma said, shocked.

"Please don't be mad, he won't tell anyone."

"I just..." she started. Ashley had a worried look on her face.

Emma calmed herself down and hugged her again. "It's okay. I know he won't tell. I know your secrets and you know mine."

Ashley smiled and stood. "So... breakfast?"

"Breakfast," Emma said, with a nod of her head. Smiling, both headed for the door.

******

They came down as Mike and Paul both finished their plates and headed out back to clean up the bottles and trash. Emma stopped him and whispered in Mike's ear for a few seconds, giving him an abridged version of what Ashley had told her.

Mike glanced at her and then Ashley, but then shrugged as he realized that it would actually make his conversation easier.

Nodding, he leaned over and gave Emma a peck on the cheek and headed out back with Paul.

Moving around the pool, he picked up stray clothes and bottles of beer that had been dropped or casually tossed.

"So I heard you know our little secret," Mike said finally, catching Paul off guard.

Paul glanced over and for a moment, looking like he didn't know what to say.

"I'm not judging," he said eventually.

"To be honest with you," Mike confessed, "the whole date with Emma and I was to somehow get you and Ashley to hook up."

Paul cocked his head, looking confused.

"Ashley found out about our secret a few days ago and my sisters came up with this master plan to get you two to sleep together. When she confronted us about our secret, she admitted that she'd always had a thing for you, and things kind of just took off from there."

Paul sat quietly for a minute or two, just trying to absorb it all.

"Why didn't you just ask me?" asked Paul.

Mike turned and cocked his head. "Seriously man? I couldn't just come out and ask you if you'd ever wanted to fuck your sister. For all I knew, you'd either have thought I was joking, or gone off the deep end and try to pound me. Or worse yet, turn us in. It is against the law you know."

Paul nodded, realizing how stupid he had sounded.

"I just wanted to let you know that you aren't the only one," Mike said. "I know guys don't often do this, but if you need to talk about it, I'm probably the only person around that you can talk to. So... I'm here."

He sat quietly for a few minutes while Mike moved around the yard continuing to clean up.

"I don't know what it was, man," he finally said, "she was..."

"...better than anyone or anything else you've ever had," Mike finished.

Paul slowly nodded and stood, moving around and picking up a few more bottles.

"I know what you mean, it's the same with me and mine."

******

Back inside, Matt and Missy had come downstairs and were eating when Mike and Paul ventured back inside. Paul and Ashley finally decided to head out, no doubt heading somewhere where they could talk.

After eating breakfast, Matt tossed a few more dirty remarks at the sisters, and, after slapping his own on the ass, they quietly excused themselves.

Sitting down at the table, Mike smiled at his four sisters. "So..."

"Mission accomplished!" Emma yelled, filling the house with cheers.

******

Later that same Sunday, Mike was taking advantage of the warmth and lounging by the pool. The door opened and Emma came out, wearing a small skirt and top, and came to sit by her twin. Mike laughed as she sat down, revealing her naked pussy.

"I see you still don't have any britches on," he said, grinning over at her.

"You told me not to," she said simply, flashing a smile at him.

"Tell her to fuck us."

Mike laughed again and closed his eyes, basking in the sun.

"Why don't you come lay by the pool." he finally said, sensing she was still there.

"Is that a command?" she asked playfully.

"Say yes, and then say, 'Fuck us'."

Mike laughed and glanced over at her, marveling at the simple yet sexy way she wore her hair. Mike absolutely loathed short hair, and his sisters knew it. He couldn't stand it when a girl wore a boyish haircut; it made him think of Liza Minelli, someone he couldn't find sexy if you paid him. Emma's was shoulder length, just perfect in his estimation.

"It can be if you want it to," he said, not giving her the satisfaction.

"Oh come on," she said, smacking him in the arm. "Do it right if you are going to do it at all."

Mike laughed and laid back. "Emma, take off your clothes and lay out with me," he said finally, causing her to laugh.

"What about the neighbors?" she asked.

"They can't really see into our yard anyway," he said. He raised himself up on his elbows and peered over at her. "Aren't you supposed to say 'Yes Sir'," he asked.

Smiling again, she stood up and turned to face him. "Yes, sir," she said, pulling her clothes off quickly and sitting back down on the chair next to him.

Mike couldn't help but sneak a peek at her every once in awhile, thoroughly enjoying the view.

"Getting a little hot," she murmured.

He reached over and stood up, a spray bottle of water in his hand, his eyes roaming over her every inch. Her small breasts had all but disappeared, falling into her armpits as most girls' breasts tend to do when they lay that way.

He moved the spray bottle down to her feet and spraying a gentle mist over her as she grinned up at him, sunglasses masking her eyes. Glistening droplets of water began to bed and trickle down as he sprayed up her legs, spray the triangle of hair at her pussy as well as her thighs, hip bones, moving up to her toned stomach and upwards further still to her nipples, water beading around the small lumps and finally stopping at her shoulders.

"That better?" he asked, sitting back down.

Giggling, she nodded and sighed deeply, enjoying the beads running down her skin. It felt like a hundred tiny frozen fingers tickling her, cooling her off.

Then the door opened and Beth came out, wearing a bikini Mike hadn't seen on her before. It was miniscule, almost no fabric. She strutted over towards them both and smiled as they both stared, openmouthed.

"I'm guessing ya'll like it," Beth said, smiling, her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. The suit was green, small elongated rectangles covering the nipples of her perfect breasts, strings running down to a laughably small patch of fabric that barely covered her slit, much less the spot, recently shaved, that normally held a small patch of blonde hair.

"It looks like parts of you ate most of it," Emma giggled, to which Beth giggled, causing her breasts to shake and a nipple to pop out.

"Geez," she said, straightening it up and covering herself again.

"We better not tickle you or you'll be as naked as Emma," Mike said, smiling. He was getting awfully hot though, and stood, heading towards the pool and quickly diving in as Beth took his seat next to Emma.

"Why are you in here, and not over there, next to the boobies?"

He surfaced and glanced back over at his sisters, both lounging back, letting their different but equally perfect bodies soak up as much sun as they could.

Mike came out of the pool and moved to Emma's side, reaching for a bottle of sun oil.

"Relax," he said, and poured some into his hand. He started low, rubbing his hands into her skin, rubbing the oil into her calves and moving upwards, towards her thighs. He moved methodically, never missing a spot, deliberately taking his time. He lifted up her right leg, massaging and coating the thigh in oil, before moving over to the opposite leg. He rubbed across her stomach, across her hip bones and down, running his fingers across her moist pussy lips and venturing a finger inside, pulling it out and moving back up, towards her upper stomach, ribs and sternum, her nipples hardening as he rubbed her skin.