Just For Fun - Sex Stories

Just For Fun

... little brother, hmm? There's only one way to treat a sister-slut like you..."

"Do it," I gasped.

As the show dipped to an ad-break, Emily and I both glanced at the door at the same time.

It was closed. Of course it was closed. But we were both imagining leaving it open...

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"Next year, we go further."

"Yes." December had been over for almost a month, but we were still talking about it.

We'd only spent three days with my parents - withJustin - but we'd made them count.

On the first night, as planned, we'd stripped down to our underwear. Not our new, Justin-bought lingerie; some old stuff. Stuff that wouldn't make anyone suspicious.

After all, this was just for fun. We didn't want to permanently affect my relationship with my parents.

WithJustin.

The second night, we'd worn a similar set...but Emily had casually draped herself on top of me.

Both of us had spent the night acutely aware of our skin touching, the sight that Justin must have noticed - two blonde bombshells, their legs intertwined.

For him.

It was all for him.

Not that he knew that, of course.

The third night, we'd pushed it. My parents had bought some schnapps, and without saying a word, Emily and I had both agreed to actmuch more intoxicated than we were.

Half a bottle in, we were on the couch, making out. We were clothed, this time, but it was such a thrill. My lips on her lips, my hands on her skin, both of us knowing -knowing - that we were being ...

... watched.

That Justin -Justin - was staring at us, his lesbian older sister, her partner. Watching us touch, caress each other. Watching us perform.

Perform for him.

We'd relived that night so many times in the weeks after, burning through the rest ofBrooklyn Nine-Nine in the process. At Emily's insistence, we'd gotten a new copy ofFriends from Justin -Justin - and we were starting the mighty rewatch.

I say 'rewatch' - we would put the show on, fall into each other's arms, and forget that it was on.

"Next year, we make out in lingerie."

"Further," Emily moaned.

"We 'lose' our bras, and spend a day topless."

"More..."

"We invite Charlotte" - another lesbian friend of ours - "and the three of us make out by the fire..."

"Yes..."

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"We should call him," Emily said. I could barely hear her over her vibrator.

She was on another trip. It had only been forty-eight hours, but I was already climbing the walls. I wanted to feel her, touch her, taste her. I wanted her in my arms, her voice in my head.

Well, Skype helped with the last of those.

"Call him?"

"Yeah. Pause the show. Let's call him."

My cunt pulsed at the idea.

"Emily," I gasped. "We can't."

"Come on," she said. I could tell that she was close. "Call him. Don't you want to hear his voice while we cum?"

"Emily,no."

"Oh, he won't have any idea. I know you can cum silently - I've seen you do it."

It was true. I didn't come out to my parents until I was eighteen. I'd had a ...