Chapter 18
The next morning, I wake up and find that we’d somehow all made it under the covers, though still naked, and both girls cuddled up to me on either side. I’m literally the luckiest man in the world. I lay here in silence, not wanting to wake either of my sleeping beauties and disturb our perfect peace. But my bladder has different plans. I slip my arms out from beneath both girls and manage to climb out of the bed without disturbing them too much.
I stumble through the darkness until I find the stairs where the set of light switches is and begin to switch them on one by one. I choose the wrong one first, as it’s the one over the bed. Both girls protest loudly, so I quickly turn it off and find the next one; that one is for the stairs. It’s better than nothing, I shrug, deciding it’s just enough light to make it to the bathroom. I turn on the bathroom light, lift the seat and relieve my screaming bladder. I sigh in relief as the golden stream lands loudly in the bowl; I’m too tired to care about how loud it is. When I’m done, I wash my hands and then inspect my bandage. There’s less fluid seeping out and I can already see progress as my skin slowly seals itself back up. I don’t know how wide that knife was, but the stitching in my side is at least three inches long. That fucker better hope he stays in prison, because if I see him again, I don’t know that I’d give him warning before giving him some lead poisoning.
I clean up the wound again and place a new bandage over it before returning to bed. Light is finally breaking through the one storm window along the right side of the bed, but not much as the hole leading up to the backyard is half-full of snow. It must have snowed pretty hard through the night. While I was out of bed, the girls had made their way to each other and are now huddled up together under the heavy comforter, Chelsea spooning behind Angel. I bask in the glow of happiness and love I feel just watching them sleep; two beautiful, sexy goddesses I love with everything I am.
“Are you going to get back into bed or just stand there and stare at us?” Chelsea asks without opening her eyes.
“I’m just admiring the view,” I answer. “The two most beautiful women in the world are cuddled up naked in my bed, how could I not enjoy just watching?”
“Maybe we should give him something to watch,” Angel says.
“Maybe we should,” Chelsea agrees.
I watch in silence as Angel rolls over to face Chelsea and their mouths lock together in a deep, passionate kiss. The bed sheets slowly slip down their bodies as their roaming hands explore each other’s again. Their legs are also in motion as they use them to pull each other closer together, gently grinding their hips together. Angel begins to kiss down Chelsea’s neck, to her collarbone and spends a good couple of minutes sucking on her incredible tits. I can’t take much more so I take my cock in my hand and slowly begin to stroke to the incestuous, lesbian scene acting out live in front of me.
Soon Angel continues down Chelsea’s body but she rotates herself as she does until her pussy is as available to Chelsea as Chelsea’s is to her. She doesn’t do much teasing, so Chelsea doesn’t either, and both girls dive into each other’s muff and go to town on each other in a beautiful 69. Both girls begin moaning softly as they devour each other for their early-morning snack. I just hope to offer them a thick piece of sausage to complete their meal. I move along the side of the bed to get closer just in case they begin to look for me.
Their moaning grows louder and intensifies as they bring each other to their climaxes. I climb onto the bed near the headboard and get in behind Angel. Both girls are on their sides, so with just a slight adjustment of my knees to get myself lower, I’m able to slide my cock between Angel’s pussy and Chelsea’s mouth. Chelsea lifts her head briefly to look up at me and grin, allowing me to slip inside of my sister’s tight, pink snatch. I hear a muffled “fuck” come from her as I lift her leg into a half-split and place her knee on my shoulder before sliding into her as far as I can get. It doesn’t take much due to how wet she is from her own juices combined with Chelsea’s saliva.
Chelsea takes one of my balls into her mouth as I hold my cock deep inside my sister. When she releases me from her mouth I begin to slide in and out of Angel’s slick pussy. Chelsea pulls off of Angel’s mouth to change positions, causing Angel to pout and reach for her pussy once again, like a toddler reaching for a toy they want.
“Calm down, my love,” Chelsea says and then I lower Angel’s leg to my waist and pull her other one up to the same level. I line back up with her dripping pussy and slide inside of her until I’m balls deep in her tight snatch. I then lean forward until I’m in a push-up position above her, her angelic hair spread out behind her like a golden halo, almost like it was done purposely. In that moment, I want nothing more than to just make love to malkara escort her, so I lower myself down until I’m lying on top of her; her arms and legs wrap around me automatically, pulling me in closer until our mouths are connected once again and I begin to slowly pump in and out of her. I’m not unaware of Chelsea being there, but for now, my sister and I need this, even if it’s for just a moment.
“We haven’t been like this in a while,” she whispers in my ear after breaking our kiss. “And as much as I’d love to keep going this way, we can’t leave our girlfriend out,” she reminds me, not that I really needed it.
“I know, I just knew we both needed a moment,” I tell her and then kiss her one more time before rising back up onto my knees.
Angel keeps her legs wrapped around my waist while reaching for our cousin. Chelsea crawls down the bed to her and I slap her ass as she passes by. She looks over her shoulder at me, biting her lip and then winks at me before lowering her face to Angel’s. As I begin to slowly piston my meat into my sister again, I reach for Chelsea’s pussy and run a finger along her slit. She’s dripping wet still as well, so I stick my finger inside of her tunnel and being to finger fuck her. She spreads her legs slightly and rocks back and forth as she makes out with my sister at the same time.
“I want your pussy,” Angel says, breaking their kiss.
“Yes, ma’am,” Chelsea says and then pulls off of my finger, which I bring to my mouth to lick clean, and then she lowers herself down to Angel’s face. Angel’s slender arms wrap around Chelsea’s perfect legs and hold her in place while she devours her. I pound harder into my sister in response to the sheer hotness of watching my sister eat my cousin out. I mean, lesbian porn was always my favorite to watch, but when you get to live out a fantasy with two busty beauties who just happen to be your bombshell blonde of a sister and your picture-perfect brunette cousin…no words can describe it!
“Fuck,” I grunt as I begin to feel my pending ejaculation build.
“Fill me up, brother,” Angel calls from beneath our cousin. “Chelsea got the last one, this one is all mine,” she reasons, which I find amusing she can do while being fucked and eating a girl out at the same time. She’s got an incredible brain, that’s for sure.
“Give her your load,” Chelsea coaxes. “Fill your slut sister with your spunk,” she adds and the tension in my cock builds even more. “Drown your sister’s pussy with your cum,” she continues with her dirty talk.
I pound a little harder and faster as I reach my end, staring at my sister’s tits as they bounce from me slamming into her body. She whimpers, albeit muffled by Chelsea’s pussy, as she comes closer to her climax. The desperate groan she lets out as her pussy constricts around my cock sends me over the edge and I blast rope after rope after rope of cum into my sister’s love canal. Chelsea shocks me by standing up, turning and practically diving for Angel’s pussy, burring her tongue as deep into her as she can as soon as I’m out of her way. The sight and sounds of her sucking and slurping my cream out of Angel’s pussy reignites my cock. I see Angel’s hand reaching out towards me, so I scramble off of the bed and move to where her head is and she opens her mouth hungrily.
I move onto the mattress and she lifts her head, taking me into her mouth greedily. She reaches back and grabs my ass, pulling me forward so I’m deeper into her throat than I’ve ever been before. The slickness, tightness and the feel of her sucking me for all she’s worth brings me to a quick, second climax faster than I think I’ve ever experienced. I can’t remember the last time I came back-to-back like this or if I ever have. I know there were times up at the cabin that got me pretty hard quickly, but I never came this quickly when it happened. I send a few more globs of my sperm down her throat and she swallows it up.
When I finish spewing into her throat from my cock, I take a step back, breathing heavily even though I don’t feel like I did that much work. I lean against the back of the couch and watch in a daze as Angel brings Chelsea to a crashing climax, my vision gets slightly foggy; I think I may have overexerted myself. I look down at my knife wound; there’s no blood, so I haven’t torn anything. That’s good news…
I come to, who knows how much later, but both girls are on their knees on either side of me. I’d somehow wound up on the floor with my back against the couch and passed out. Both of their faces are stitched with worry as they inspect me.
“What happened?” I ask them.
“We don’t know,” Chelsea says looking the most upset. She feels my face and forehead as if I had a fever or something. “You’re burning up, though,” she says. “But not like a fever, more like you just ran an all-out mile,” she explains.
“I feel like I just ran a marathon,” I tell her.
“I guess we overdid it,” Angel suggests. “Last maltepe escort night was one thing while you were on your back and let Chelsea do the work, but this time you plowed into me like nothing was wrong,” she says matter-of-factly.
“Yeah, I guess I tried to do too much too soon,” I say. “But in your infamous words,” I look right in her eyes. “It was a good way to go,” I joke with a wry grin.
She laughs but Chelsea smacks my arm lightly. “Not funny,” she says but I can see she’s hiding a smile too.
“Well, you two have gotten some protein in you, I think I need something to eat; I’m sure that didn’t help this situation any either,” I reason.
“Breakfast is ready if anyone is ready and decent!” Mom calls from the top of the stairs.
“I guess she was listening,” Angel says.
“No, she’s just assuming,” I say and then the girls help me up.
We slip some clothes on and then head up to the kitchen where Mom already has breakfast mostly ready. Belgium waffles, bacon and sausage, scrambled eggs and fresh coffee. I wonder what the occasion is, but I also know that Mom will announce whatever it is at the right time.
“Where’s Dad?” I ask.
“He’s still sound asleep,” Mom says with a sly grin.
“You wore him out last night, didn’t you?” Angel asks.
Mom’s grin grows. “You know I did,” she says with a wink.
“Did you hear anything last night?” Chelsea asks concerned.
“Honey, there’s no way we would have heard anything over the sounds we were making last night,” Mom assures her. “This morning, however, I did hear you downstairs. And I only tell you this because I know you’re trying to see how much you can get away with while we’re all home…you had to be listening for it. When I had that finished down there and ready for guests to stay in, I wanted there to be privacy, so it’s fairly soundproofed without actually being soundproofed,” she explains. “So, there’s no way we would hear anything from down there while we’re all the way upstairs.”
“Good,” Chelsea says relieved.
“Any plans today?” Mom asks as she brings us each a plate at the table.
I look to the girls and we all shrug. “Not really,” I say. “At least, we haven’t talked about it yet. There really isn’t much we can do until we move.”
“Why don’t you get out? Go into Denver and hit the mall or catch a movie or something? Don’t keep yourselves cooped up all day,” she encourages us.
“How much snow did we get last night?” Angel asks. “I noticed the storm windows were about half full,” she tells our mother.
“Were they?” she asks, taking a seat next to Chelsea who’s on my left; Angel is on my right while I sit in Dad’s typical seat at the head of the table.
“Yeah, it looks like we got a good amount,” I tell her.
“Well, I did hear the plows out this morning, so hopefully it wasn’t too bad and the roads are mostly clear,” she says and then takes a bite of her waffle.
With that we eat our breakfast, discussing things we can do until we decide to just go into Denver and see what we can do to pass the time. The girls liked Mom’s idea of the mall, and I don’t argue completely, but remind them that I can’t overdo it with too much activity either. They agree to not drag me to too many stores, just the fun ones, which makes me eye them with curious suspicion, because the way they said it definitely had a hidden meaning.
Once we’re done eating, Chelsea and I head back downstairs to our room and hop in the shower while Angel heads upstairs to her room to do the same. Now that I have food in me, my strength is increased a little and I’m able to “perform” much better than I have been since we’ve been back at Mom and Dad’s house. While in the shower, which has just enough room for two, unfortunately not all three of us, Chelsea helps me clean up but pays special attention to my cock; mostly cleaning it with her mouth. Of course, once I’m good and hard, I tap on her head and tell her to stand up. She obeys and I turn her around, push her forward so she’s leaning against the wall, jutting her beautiful ass out at me and I take her from behind, filling her womb with my seed once again.
After our quickie in the shower, we finish washing up, take care of our other hygienic needs, get dressed and meet Angel in the living room where she looks almost ready to hit the slopes. She’s in a pair of her thick, black winter leggings that are warm enough to withstand the cold, and a tight, light blue turtleneck that hugs every curve of her young, taught body. Over her arm is a heavy snow-jacket, dark gray in color, with a fur-lined hood that makes her look like a little, blonde Eskimo. What stands out is her satisfied smile, though, her bright red lipstick shining bright against her perfectly tanned skin; she’d fit in great in Southern California.
“You look happy,” Chelsea says with a wink.
“So do you,” she says pointedly to us both, with a hint of jealousy.
“We are,” manavgat escort I say, taking Chelsea’s hand and then Angel’s and lead them to the door. “We ALL are,” I emphasize, thinking I need to prevent a jealous squabble.
Once we’re in my 4Runner, after moving some things into the back to free up the backseat for Angel, I pull out of the driveway and head the quick drive into Denver.
“Is everything okay?” Chelsea asks me once we’re on the interstate.
“Yeah, why?” I ask.
“Well, you dragged us out of the house like you were upset about something,” Angel says.
“Well,” I start and then wonder if I was misperceiving things again. “I think I was seeing something that wasn’t happening,” I confess as that realization dawns on me. “Like what happened with Dad last night,” I tell them. “I wonder if one of my meds is messing with my head,” I wonder out loud.
“You might not need them anymore,” Angel suggests. “Maybe stop taking the prescriptions and just take some Tylenol or ibuprofen for any pain instead,” she offers as a solution.
I nod. “Yeah, I’ll try that,” I say, looking back at her in the rearview mirror.
“So, what did you think you saw?” Chelsea asks.
I take a deep breath and answer honestly. “It looked like a jealous fight was about to break out,” I tell them.
The girls exchange a look. “Jealous about what?”
I glance at Chelsea and then back at Angel again before returning my eyes to the road. “I don’t know,” I say. “We were talking about how happy and satisfied Angel looked and then she pointed out we looked the same, but sounded slightly jealous.”
“David,” Angel says gently, reaching forward to grip my shoulder. “I’ll admit I was slightly jealous because you two seem to have a perfect little home set up for you downstairs, and all my stuff is upstairs. Granted, it’d be a waste of time to move anything of mine down there when we’re just going to be moving into our house in a few weeks, so I’m not going to bother. Anyway,” she giggles, “I knew you two probably had a quicky in the shower, and from the glow on Chelsea’s face, I could tell I was right. I had a twinge of jealousy but, also, I got myself off in the shower thinking about you two fucking one out really quick, so I really had nothing to complain about.”
“So, I did see something, it was just exaggerated in my head,” I state.
“I think that’s exactly what’s happening. You’re unintentionally seeing things worse than they are, but as soon as you start talking about it, your mind calms down and you become rational again,” Angel reasons.
“Just like when I came down to talk to you before you talked to your dad last night,” Chelsea says.
“Wow,” I say with a heavy breath. “I guess a little trauma can fuck up your head,” I say.
“Yep,” Chelsea agrees. “Like, make you want to live out your fantasy of fucking and possibly marrying your cousin, and then falling in love with your other cousin along the way,” she adds, looking back at Angel, reaching her hand out for hers. Angel grips her hand lovingly.
“Sometimes trauma can bring you to a beautiful place,” Angel agrees.
I pull into the mall parking lot and find a space as close as I can get, which doesn’t seem to be much of a problem since the mall seems fairly empty today; that or it’s still early in the day. Mounds of snow are piled up in scattered places in the parking lot after the plows did their job through the night. The first place we stop at once we’re inside is Cinnabon where we get a cinnamon roll to share and a flavored cappuccino each. We find a table and take turns eating a chunk off the hot, gooey pastry as the girls make a plan of what shops to check out while we’re here.
I’m not the biggest fan of shopping, but hearing the different shops they want to visit, I’m not complaining if they decide to do some modeling of their purchases. While they do that, I look up movies and times; mostly to have something to keep them reigned in on their shopping. Once our treat is finished, I throw away the trash and follow behind the girls, who are chattering non-stop, their arms hooked together as they stroll ahead of me. I’m not complaining too much as the view from behind is very nice. Two perfect asses covered in skin tight leggings…what’s there to complain about?
They enter a clothing shop, nothing too risqué; I’m pretty sure they’re saving that for later. But they each model a simple, slinky dress that hugs every curve immaculately. Chelsea tries on a soft pink one while Angel tries on its baby blue counterpart. With how clingy the material is to their bodies; I learn exactly why they modeled the dress for me…to show they’re not wearing any bras or panties. Of course, I should have known that about Chelsea since we got ready together this morning. I must have been turned away when she pulled her clothes on, but I’m grateful for their show as each of them showed off the fact that their nipples are definitely excited as they jut out from the silky fabric.
After getting back in their own clothes, they leave the dresses to be put away by the store employees like the signs request, and then they each grab one of my hands and pull me out of the store.
“What was that all about? You went in there and tried on one dress and didn’t buy anything?” I ask them both.