I wake the next morning still naked with two incredibly sexy girls curled up, one on each arm. I pull them in tighter and they each let out a sigh in their sleep; Chelsea nuzzles her face into my neck and Angel squeezes back in response. It’s Christmas morning and I have the two people I love most in this world in my arms; a future practically set for me in Fort Collins with no financial worries to start out with; and my heart has never felt more full than it is right now.
“Merry Christmas,” Chelsea whispers, her eyes still closed as she sighs peacefully once again.
“Merry Christmas,” I reply softly and then kiss her forehead.
Angel surprises me by licking my right nipple instead of greeting me like Chelsea had.
“Merry Christmas to you too, sis,” I chuckle.
She giggles as she looks up at me with an impish grin. “Merry Christmas, big bro,” she says, emphasizing “big bro” as she grabs hold of my morning wood. “Ooh, you did get me a present!” she says and then quickly slithers down under the covers between my legs before Chelsea and I can even react.
“What did you get me?” Chelsea asks with a fake pout.
I push her messy hair back behind her ear with a soft gaze and then pull her in closer. “This,” I tell her and then kiss her deeply and passionately, her body melting into mine as our embrace tightens.
“That’s all I’ve ever wanted,” she whispers when we break our kiss a minute later reciprocating as much love as I’d tried to show her.
I close my eyes and sigh as Angel hits a particularly sensitive part of my cock and then refocus my attention to Chelsea who is merely grinning at me amused. “It’s all I’ve wanted, too,” I tell her and then she rises up and shoves her tits in my face which I attend to immediately. “Maybe these as well,” I add and she laughs and then gasps as I squeeze on one and suck on the other.
Angel doesn’t even bother to pull the bed covers off of her as she continues to go to town on my cock with her talented and beautiful mouth. As she does that, I reach down to Chelsea’s pussy and find that she’s soaking wet, so I push my middle and ring fingers into her pussy and begin to rub her clit with my thumb.
“Fuck, David,” she pants as I continue to suck on her tits as I finger fuck her.
“You like that?” I say before switching which breast I’m sucking on and pound into her pussy with my fingers harder and faster; I hold her up by her ass with my free hand when I notice her knees threaten to buckle. As soon as she notices me holding her up, she begins rocking her hips back and forth into my fingers.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Chelsea whines over and over as we work together to coax an early morning orgasm out of her. She doesn’t seem to be too far off from one, and neither do I as I suddenly feel my cock twitch and tense up as if it’s about to explode. I look around at my waist but Angel still has the covers over her body, but I can see where her head is bobbing up and down as she expertly sucks me off.
“Fuck, Angel,” I say. “I’m gonna cum,” I tell her and she doubles her efforts.
I do the same as I strive to bring Chelsea to orgasm at the same time as me. I pull her pussy to my face and attack her clit with fervor as Angel does the same for my cock. I groan loudly into Chelsea’s pussy and she shrieks as she gushes onto my face almost immediately and I growl loudly into her as I finally explode into my sister’s mouth. Angel’s mouth suctions on and if it wasn’t for Chelsea’s cries, I’d probably hear her gulps as she swallows every drop.
Chelsea twists and then falls down on to the bed before her legs give out and then cuddles up next to me, but Angel has a different idea. She crawls over to her with her mouth closed tight and her cheeks puffed out; she hasn’t swallowed my cum yet. Chelsea looks confused at first but then grins as Angel rises up on her knees and then brings her mouth closer to hers. Chelsea opens up and Angel slowly dribbles cum into her mouth Chelsea swallows some of it but Angel still has more to share. Angel drips another glob in but then brings her mouth to Chelsea’s and they lock lips, passing the jizz between the two of them, some of it spilling out in tiny gaps that happen to appear. When I hear them both gulp down their portions, they pull apart with small ribbons of spit and semen sticking to their lips until they lick them clean.
“Fuck that was hot,” I say quietly.
They look down at my rigid cock to find it growing again from their disgustingly lewd act of swapping my cum. I guess that’s another thing I didn’t realize is such a turn-on. Angel backs away as Chelsea pushes past her, crawling off the bed to search for something as Angel returns to my cock to tease it again. It’s super sensitive still, so I’m not sure if I can go again, but when I see Chelsea pull on Angel’s strap-on, my cock informs me he’s ready for another round already.
Angel slowly and gently licks and kisses my stiff member as Chelsea lubes up the fake cock and then slowly crawls up behind güvenilir bahis Angel, barely making the bed move at all. Angel’s ass is sticking up beautifully in the air as she ministers to my cock again but is suddenly startled as Chelsea begins to eat her out. Her arm movement shows that she’s still lathering up the fake cock with lube as she gets my sister’s juices flowing for entry.
“Chels,” Angel gasps and then after a minute or two, Chelsea rises back up and aims the dildo for my sister’s pussy. “Fuck!” she gasps again in a high voice as Chelsea slowly pushes it in until she’s filled up completely with the large, black cock.
Angel looks back at her, stroking my cock slowly as she does and watches as our cousin begins to fuck her, rocking her hips back and forth, slowly picking up speed as she does. Angel returns to my cock from time to time, sometimes stopping to watch our cousin fuck her, moaning, and groaning as she does, sucking in big gasps of air as the penetration torments her towards an orgasm.
“I want something in my ass,” Angel suddenly says after a few minutes. “I want both holes filled,” she adds, turning to me with pleading eyes.
“Who do you want where?” I ask.
“I want you in my ass,” she says to me.
I nod at her. “Okay, sweetheart,” I say and then Chelsea pulls out of my sister and Angel quickly turns to kiss her deeply.
“Thank you,” Angel whispers to her.
“Anytime, sweet girl,” Chelsea says and then kisses her one more time before Angel turns back to me and instructs me to lie down on my side as she takes the lube that Chelsea hands her and gets her ass nice and slick for me.
“Take your time to work yourself into me,” she says and I nod to tell her I will be as gentle as I can and then she lies in front of me so I can spoon in behind her.
Her hand still slick with the lube, she reaches behind her and lathers up my cock before I can try and enter her from behind. Then, using the same hand, she pulls her right cheek aside to widen her dirtiest hole as best as she can. I press the tip of my cock against her hole, hoping to spread it with my spear but it’s not working; we need to work her open first. Angel quickly gets up and digs something out of her sex toy bag. She returns with a butt plug, which she lubes up and then works into her ass.
“Oh, fuck,” Angel gasps. “It’s so big,” she complains but moans appreciatively at the same time.
“Are you ready for this?” Chelsea asks and Angel shakes her head but grins at her at the same time. “You slut,” Chelsea whispers and then begins to work her lubed up dildo into Angel’s cunt.
“Oh fuck!” Angel whines and then gasps and yelps as Chelsea slowly works her way into my sister’s love tunnel. “Shit!” she shrieks as soon as Chelsea slides home. “Oh, fuck! I haven’t been doubled in so long,” she says.
“How does it feel?” Chelsea asks, lying on top of her and then kissing her deeply.
“Now that I’m a little more stretched out,” Angel says and then kisses Chelsea again, “it feels great.”
And with that, Chelsea begins to piston her hips into Angel’s slowly, making love to her in a sudden change of attitude and emotion. Their mouths work together in perfect harmony as their passion takes over the moment. I’m not complaining, though, as I’m getting one hell of a show, watching these two gorgeous women give in to their love and passion for each other as the rest of the world seems to melt away, leaving only them in their existence.
I’m not forgotten, though, as after a few minutes of slowly jerking my own cock, Angel reaches over as if her hand is a magnet drawn to my steely rod and takes over for me. The girls break their kiss and look directly at me. No words need to be said, their eyes and smiles say it all as they roll onto their side to expose Angel’s backside once again. I reach down and ease the butt plug out of her ass and then Chelsea hands me the lube again. I notice that the bottle is getting close to empty, but there’s plenty to get me ready to enter my sister’s perfect ass.
This time when I press against her ass hole, the tip makes its way into the tight tunnel a little easier. She still winces and gasps, so I take my time working my way in as Chelsea takes a break from her own fucking, though leaving the fake cock deep inside Angel’s pussy. I can almost feel the ribbed, rigid dildo as if barely separated by a thin membrane. I pull my cock back a half an inch before pressing forward once again, slipping in a little deeper. I repeat this action slowly until I’ve filled her ass hole completely with my throbbing cock. Angel turns her head to me and I kiss her in response, taking her right tit in my hand and squeezing it hard. She gasps through her nose as we continue to kiss.
Then almost as if working together, Chelsea and I both begin to fuck Angel simultaneously, each of us sliding our poles in and out of her two fuck-holes. I kiss and nibble down the back of her neck to her shoulder, flexing my stomach to continue thrusting into her türkçe bahis as I do. In no time all that can be heard is the wet sounds of two cocks sliding in and out of her glorious holes and her wailing cries as my cousin and I thoroughly fuck her into oblivion. Angel shudders in my arms multiple times, each the cause of a small orgasm. Then Chelsea whimpers and cries as her body convulses as well, the back of the strap-on stimulating her clit the entire time sending her into a thunderous orgasm, which triggers yet another one from Angel as she moans and groans along with our cousin. But they both continue on as if they’re both endless vessels of energy and orgasms.
Their lips lock together as their sweaty bodies mold into one. Angel reaches down Chelsea’s body and begins to fiddle with the straps holding the fake cock on. Realizing what she’s doing, Chelsea pulls out of her and Angel gasps, as if finally released from some sort of restraint and then she bucks her hips into mine so I begin to slam into her more roughly.
“That’s it, David, fuck my ass. Fill my shit hole with your cum,” she says in her dirtiest, nastiest voice.
I roll her onto her stomach, still attached to her ass with my cock and then pin her head down. She growls up at me in an animalistic way as I hold her face down sideways and pound her precious ass hole. With my free hand I slap her ass cheeks in turn, the skin turning redder and redder the more I do, until I lay completely on top of her, pinning her to the bed, unable to move.
“Rape your sister’s ass,” she whispers hoarsely, desperately trying to look at me out of the corner of her eye. Leaning back on one elbow, Chelsea furiously rubs her clit as she watches in wide-eyed amazement at the rough treatment I’m now giving my sister.
“Fill her up, David,” Chelsea begs.
“Yeah, fill up that slutty ass,” Angel continues.
Both of them continue with the dirtiest, sluttiest slurs I’ve ever heard come from their pretty mouths until I can’t take anymore and my cock begins to boil with a pending orgasm. Suddenly we’re splashed with Chelsea’s hot pussy juices as she scoots closer to drench us with the hot, clear liquid spraying out of her. That’s when I finally blow my load into my sister’s beautiful, well-punished ass, filling her up with my baby batter.
“Merry fucking Christmas,” Chelsea pants as she falls over onto her back to recover.
Angel and I laugh until I slowly slip out of her ass and she winces slightly.
“I’m sorry, are you okay?” I ask.
She nods. “I’ve just never been so full before,” she says. “Having both of you inside me at the same time is something that has to happen again,” she adds with a giggle.
“Hey, I’m next,” Chelsea says, still trying to catch her breath after her massive orgasm.
“Definitely,” Angel agrees. “Let’s get cleaned up and see if our parents are up,” Angel suggests and we do just that.
The three of us shower together, washing each other gently; this time I’m too spent to get hard enough to fuck them, but that doesn’t stop me from using either my tongue or fingers on the two of them, bringing them each to another orgasm before we finally leave the bathroom and get dressed for the morning.
Soon we enjoy a delicious breakfast Chelsea makes for all of us. Being strapped financially she wanted to do something for us as a gift and a thank you for taking her in during such a rough time in her life, especially during a holiday. After we eat, Dad and I clean up the kitchen while the ladies relax in the living room. Dad and I make small talk due to the hint of tension between us; he knows the girls and I spent the night together in my room and no doubt heard everything, unless he and Mom had their own night and morning of fun. I decide to break the tension and bring it up.
“I’m sorry,” I say and he looks at me curiously.
“Breaking my promise to not have sex with my sister and cousin again,” I tell him.
He sighs and then shrugs. “As wrong as I think it is, you’re adults and are going to do what you want. Sometimes thinking about it angers me, but then I think about what happened between me and your sister and I just feel guilty; both for what I did and for expecting you to act differently. You know you won’t be able to live a completely normal life, right?” he asks.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“I mean that no one in our family will agree with or support your lifestyle outside of your mother and me. If you marry your cousin like I’m sure you’ve considered, no one will come to support that if you try to have a wedding,” he reasons and I nod; I hadn’t really thought about that and should probably talk to Chelsea about it. Also, how jealous would Angel get if we did decide to get married. Will she want to continue with us? Will she leave us and move on to someone else? Will she be okay just being in the relationship just as equally though she won’t necessarily be legally joined to either of us? Will any of us decide to be married at all? Maybe güvenilir bahis siteleri just sharing a life together as a perfect triangle of love will be enough for us.
There’s a lot to consider moving forward. And these conversations will have to happen, just maybe not until the three of us can be together in Fort Collins.
After exchanging gifts, we spend the rest of the day enjoying each other’s company, watching Christmas movies, sharing old stories all under the influence of rum-enhanced egg nog or Bailey’s-filled coffee. That night, the three of us enjoy a slow session of love making before drifting off to sleep peacefully in bed together.
The next morning we pack up and clean up the cabin for our next family trip. I wonder if it’ll be anything like this one…
Chelsea and I make plans to take a trip up to Fort Collins the morning after we return to my parents’ home in Littleton. It’s only about an hour and a half drive, so we won’t be too far from Angel even if she decides to finish up school in Denver. Mom lets us borrow the Jeep Cherokee since both mine and Chelsea’s vehicles are still full of our stuff. We have appointments to make, one with a realtor to look at some starter homes that we hope we’ll either be able to buy outright or at least have a decent down payment so we can have a small mortgage payment. With a budget of $200K, it shouldn’t be too difficult to find something we like. The others are for a part time job for Chelsea and I also have one with the Dean of Admissions at CU Fort Collins to discuss my options for the credential program.
“Your records look great,” the dean says near the end of our meeting; Chelsea is interviewing at a local coffee shop. “And your work ethic and the fact that you were working full time while putting yourself through college is very impressive,” he continues. “Are you sure you want to go into education? With your father being an entrepreneur with a quickly growing business and your mother furthering in politics in the state, why aren’t you following in their footsteps?”
I grin as I’d been expecting this question. “I’m very proud of the people my parents have become, but I’ve also seen what kind of a strain it can put on a family to have two parents so focused on either building their business or their platform; my parents are amazing, but it did put a strain on our family at times. They did make a point to take special trips to recalibrate and refocus on my sister and me, but as soon as we were home again, life would fade back into their ventures. I looked up to my teachers growing up as role models that helped me shape my thinking and my views of the world; they helped me to see it with my own lens rather than through the lens of my parents. I want to be able to provide that for the next generation.”
The dean nods at me with a pleased grin. “That’s a remarkable answer. You wouldn’t believe how many times I hear about wanting entire summers off from students aspiring to become teachers,” he says and I grin sideways at him.
“I mean,” I add, “I knew that answer wouldn’t look good in an interview, but that’s really all I want; three months a year of paid vacation,” I tell him and then after a pause we laugh.
“A good sense of humor for a teacher is a good thing, too. You need to keep those kids engaged and cracking a joke here and there can do just that,” he says.
I nod appreciatively. “Thank you, sir,” I say and then he goes on to mention a few of the schools he knows of looking for teachers to fill positions whether they’ve completed their credential program or not.
“They pay you as if you’re a full time teacher,” he says. “And we have plenty of night courses you can take here as well so you can keep up with school and teaching your students at the same time.”
“That would be great!” I tell him.
“What level are you considering teaching?” he asks.
“The middle school to high school level,” I answer. “Younger children tend to have more ‘holy crap’ moments than teenagers,” I chuckle.
“Eh,” he says. “The teenagers have their own version of ‘oh fuck, I can’t believe that just happened’ moments,” he says candidly. “But, I’ll agree that teenagers are easier to reason with closer to an adult level,” he adds and then thinks for a moment. “Let me make a few calls and see what I can set up for you. Other than that, I’ll get your application forwarded on to admissions as well as your choices for your classes and then we’ll be in touch!” he concludes, rising to his feet and offering his hand.
“Great! Thank you!” I say and then leave his office to find Chelsea already back and waiting for me in the parking lot.
“How’d it go?” she asks as I get into the passenger’s seat.
I lean over and kiss her, holding her face in my hands as I do. “Wonderful,” I say when I break our kiss and then kiss her again. “Let’s go meet the real estate agent,” I say happily and then she pulls out of the parking lot, following my directions to the first location the agent gave for us to meet.
“I don’t know about this one,” Chelsea says as we pull into a slightly rundown neighborhood and then find the agent, a gentleman around my father’s age, standing out front with a trench coat over his business suit.