My Lovely Sister: Part IX: Revisiting Danielle

Thursday, July 9 th , 2009...

Mandy had called me that day to let me know when she was on her way home from work. I knew I had just enough time to get dressed, if I didn't fool around, so as soon as I hung up the phone, I ran straight to my sister's bedroom. I was already naked, and had been since Mandy went to work that morning. When I arrived in her room, I found a nice surprise: Mandy had bought me my own outfit. It was a classy business suit, but feminine enough that it would not take much to arouse me in it.

First was a pair of silver colored, satin panties with lace trimming on the waistband. As I slowly stepped into them, they alone began to get my hormones running wild. Matching their style and color was a size b cupped bra. I quickly slipped my arms into the straps and hooked the article behind my back; I was good enough that I had no need of hooking it in front and then turning it around. To make sure the bra didn't cave in on itself, Mandy had left me two foam balls, each of them equaling the size of a baseball. She had even cut an indent in the side of each one, where she inserted a small ball of Hershey's Kisses wrappers to simulate nipples. I carefully put them in and took a moment to observe my reflection in her full body mirror, admiring how I looked with breasts—even if they were fake.

The next thing to put on was a white, six-hook garter belt, which would be supporting my nude colored, thigh high stockings. I can't even tell you just how silky smooth they made my shaven legs feel, and the black half slip that I next stepped into only furthered that sensation. For outerwear, I had a snow-white pencil skirt, so tight that it slightly restricted my legs' movements. Tucked into that was a middle sleeve, satin silver blouse, even tighter than the skirt. So much so that it did nothing to hide my figure, and even clearly showed my “nipples”. As sexy as that made me feel, I did also feel a little exposed, but the jacket took care of that. It was as white as the skirt, matching its style, but was too tight for me to button. I figured that Mandy did not want me to hide my body that day. The last thing I had to do was step into a pair of white, three-inch pumps.

Just as I was returning to the living room, Mandy walked into the house through the back door in the kitchen, the one connecting to the garage. She was still wearing her blue jeans, tennis shoes, and work t-shirt, and her hair was pulled back into a high pony tail. Nonetheless, she still looked so sexy.

“Ready babe?” she asked, dropping her purse onto the kitchen island. Then she looked at me and laughed. Somehow, I hadn't even noticed just how rock hard I had become in my new outfit. As her gaze was directed at my cock, so my eyes followed. As tight as my clothes were, I was doing a good job of pushing the skirt forward. “I guess that outfit was a good buy, huh?”

“Oh my god!” said I, turning away from Mandy with a blush.

Mandy stepped up behind me and pressed her body to mine, holding me at the hips. “Don't worry about that,” my sister told me, as she kissed my earlobe while grabbing my erecting firmly in her right hand. “I'll take care of it later.”

With that, I followed Mandy back to the garage, and sat in her car with her. I looked a little worried when she said that we were going back to Danielle's house, the first visit still fresh in my mind. But Mandy quickly assured me that this visit would be different. Danielle had been fully informed of the situation, and was okay with it, so this would just be friend's visiting, without the sexual humiliation.

Fortunately when we arrived, I had lost the erection. Despite having to park outside on her driveway, the first thing I did when I got out of the car was reach down my skirt, down my panties, and tuck my cock between my legs. “Nice job,” Mandy complimented. “Really looks like you have a pussy.” I smirked at her comment, while trying to rub my knuckles dry of the pre cum that was in my panties. However, I'm sure my sister noticed that action.

Standing in front of the door and waiting seemed like an eternity. In truth, it was merely ten to fifteen seconds between Mandy ringing the doorbell and Danielle opening her door. She welcomed us with a smile and ushered us inside, and I moved in as quickly as I could, hoping no one saw me cross dressed and recognized me. Then, before I could say a word, Danielle was standing in front of me, and both of her arms were underneath my tight suit jacket, pulling me close to her. I could feel the hard slap of my stomach against hers, as her lips quickly pressed to my own. At first, I didn't know what to think, or what to do. But the kiss went on long enough for me to think about it, and I began wrapping my arms around Danielle's shoulders, returning the kiss.

The next thing I knew, Mandy was slapping my ass extremely hard with an open palm, jerking me forward into Danielle so hard that she had to take a step back. “Hey!” she yelled at me. “I told Danielle she could kiss you, but did I say you can kiss her back?”

I was about to apologize to my sister when I looked over to her and saw a wide smile. I knew then that she was being sarcastic. Besides, the spank turned me on, and she knew it. To further arouse me, she grabbed the front of my skirt and led to me to stairs leading to the second floor of the house. “Bend over onto the stairs,” Mandy ordered me with a smirk, and I gladly obliged, leaning forward with my hands on the fifth stair. “You've been a really naughty girl.” Holding my hips for a moment, Mandy kicked her foot in between mine and spread my legs as far as the pencil skirt would allow.

I inhaled as I felt my sister's soft hand caress my ass, then let out an aroused yelp when she quickly brought it back and slapped it in a hard spank. She spanked me a good twenty times, making sure each hit was a full palm to a single cheek. When she finally finished and told me to stand up, I shook my head and remained bent over.

“It's still tucked, and I'm hard,” I admitted.

In response, Mandy unzipped the back of my skirt and yanked it down to my ankles, nearly causing me to lose my balance. Then she pulled my panties down to where the garter hooks met the stockings, freeing my now erect cock. “Thank you,” I said, standing up straight and pulling my panties back up. My skirt, however, I stepped out from.

I didn't need to look down at myself to realize that my panties were doing nothing to contain my cock, and it was pointing right up at Danielle as I turned to her. “Nice,” she commented with a smirk. “But your ass is probably red after that spanking. A dip in the pool might cool you off. And don't worry, it's an indoor pool.”

“But I don't have a swimsuit,” I mentioned, though still getting hopeful at the idea of swimming.

Danielle smiled. “You can wear one of mine.”

It was actually a bikini that she lent to me; a skirted bikini with a top styled like a sports bra. It was black with white at the seams, and a thin white strip along the bottom edge of the skirt. I remained hard the whole time I was changing, and putting on Danielle's bikini only made me feel harder, if that were possible to be so. The front of the bottom was already wet before I stepped into the pool. My sister wore a plain white bikini that was so tight to her skin it looked as though it would burst from her body. Danielle chose a one-piece, mostly backless, it's hot-pink color accented with white music lines and notes going across it diagonally.

I had stayed in a corner of the deep end, standing with just my head above the water, for fear that I would cum in the pool if I moved around too much. To make matters more difficult, Mandy and Danielle occasionally groped one another's breasts, and kissed a few times. They looked at me every time they did something sexual, as if to do it for my pleasure. Eventually, Mandy summoned me with one finger, and I boldly moved toward the ladies. They continued to retreat, leading me to the stairs at the shallow end of the pool.

Once I reached them, Mandy gently sat me down on the stairs, so that I was barely sitting in the water. She lifted the skirt of the bikini I wore and grabbed a pair of scissors from beside the pool, cutting a hole for my cock in the panty section. My erection now freed, she wrapped her mouth around it without a word, and began giving me the blowjob of my life. Then, in an unexpected move, Danielle leaned me backward a bit and stepped over me. Unsnapping the haltered collar of her swimsuit, she pulled down the top, exposing her perky breasts, then leaned forward to place her left nipple between my lips. With my left hand I grabbed her right breast, and with my right I reached around to take Mandy's hair.

The whole situation was too good to be true. I had a nipple in my mouth, my hand on a breast, and I was guiding my sister's mouth on my cock. I learned that they must have been as horny as I, because it wasn't long before the three of us were cumming together. I exploded in my sister's mouth, thrusting my hips upward and holding her head securely in place; she could not pull her head back even if she wanted to. Danielle held my head likewise to her breast, while screaming in ecstasy, as I sucked on her nipple hard, while squeezing the other. Mandy squealed as loud as my dick muffling her would allow, as she began squirting into her bikini.

When it was finally over, the three of us rested in the pool, one lady in each of my arms.