Becky - Sex Stories

Becky

... sister wanted to keep partying for a while longer it was ok with me, eventually I would have the luscious Casey to myself then she and I could party privately. Casey had a nice cozy little condo and the first place the girls herded me to was a balcony off the bedroom. We were high enough that I could see most of the town spread out in lights below me. The view was nice but it was the view of the King sized bed that I appreciated even more,I was ready to dump my sister and get on with seducing Casey. In the living room Becky and I sat while Casey made drinks. I was in an overstuffed chair and Becky put her butt on the arm of it right next to me. Casey carried the three glasses to us and sat on the other arm of the chair; I was caught between two divine asses in tight jeans. The knowledge that one of those belonged to my sister was fast becoming irrelevant, if she wanted to be around when I hit on Casey, hey, what the fuck, she might learn something. Becky suggested music then got up to put in a disk. When she had her back turned I put a hand on the blonde’s thigh and rubbed it appreciatively. Casey stroked my hair and bent over and gave me a light peck on the lips. She kissed me softly then breathed into my ear “You’re going to have fun tonight.” The look she gave me as she sat back up forged my steel in three heartbeats. She looked at the growing bulge in my lap and blew it a silent kiss then ran the wet pink tip of her tongue slowly across her upper lip as her eyes ...

... twinkled. The music had a strong hard beat, the kind that caused a body to flow and pulse. Becky stepped away from the stereo and began to gyrate with the music, she kicked off her shoes and began to dance. The bass drum kept the rhythm and Becky’s hips kept time with the drum, her eyes were closed as she swayed and twirled on those long tight legs. I was fascinated, watching my sister move her body. It was electric, shocking my senses as I stared at her. While I was riveted on Becky, Casey was still stroking my hair, watching her friend twist and turn on the floor. I looked up at her and asked “Can you dance like that too?” Casey smiled down on me then stood. “Hey Beck, your brother wants a show. You up to it?” Becky opened her eyes and fixed them on mine as she replied to Casey, her voice was low, husky when she said “I don’t know if he can handle it, he hasn’t had sex for a few months, he might fuck his fist before you can get him to bed.” “He looks like he can get it up more than once” Casey answered “let’s have a little fun.” Casey stepped to Becky and the two of them began to dance together. The music was subtle, sensual and the two girls matched their moves to the tune. They weren’t dancing separately as two different people, they were moving as one, bending and molding their bodies around each other, not touching anywhere but close enough that I wouldn’t have been able to put a hand between them. Every move was fluid and deliberate; I was watching an exhibition of living art. ...