Oh, Sister! (4)

Oh, Sister! (4)

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Anton and Jennifer have agreed that Anton must seduce Helena, Jennifer's younger sister ...

Summary

Anton and Jennifer have agreed that Anton must seduce Helena, Jennifer's younger sister ...

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Submitted: June 29, 2012

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Oh, Sister! (4)

Image_24.JPGI had heard the name Ivan mentioned, but I had never met Jennifer and Helena's father. Given they both had fair hair, Jennifer's long and halfway down her back, Helena's shortish, and Rose, their mother was shorter, dark-haired and a little heavier than the two girls, so I've assumed that they have taken after him, although she is still an attractive woman.

Around 44, I'd say. I know she has a fairly responsible career that keeps her out of the house all week, and lately she has been visiting her sick mother on weekends, great for Jennifer and I as we do just about anything, anywhere as long as Helena's not around, even did it in her Rose's bed once, after putting a couple of bath towels down over the sheets first to make sure there were no tell-tale signs we had finished ...

... For some weird reason, it was while I was inside Jennifer in that bed that the thought first came to me. Did Rose have a lover?

I knew it had been around eight years since she and her husband had split and she had been divorced for five, but in the three or four months since Jennifer and I started dating, I was never once conscious of seeing Rose going out on what could be described as a date, anything that could be thought of as a romantic or potentially intimate encounter. Strange, I thought, she is still an attractive woman.

I knew she knew that Jennifer and I were screwing every chance we got. I noticed one time that there was a condom lying in Jennifer's waste basket, one I had dropped in there three or four days earlier and I thought Jennifer had been a little careless in not emptying it somewhere more secure in the trash.

After that, I thought I saw Rose give me strange look once or twice, not of accusation, something, wee, just different.

I had been a little surprised that Jennifer hadn't asked me to sleep over, thought it may have been part of the whole sister-rivalry thing with Helena.

"No", Jennifer said, "it's not Helena, my issue is with Mom".

I was a bit surprised at that - hell, Jennifer was twenty and had a right to do what she liked, and in this day and age, a mother could be pretty sure that a normal, attractive twenty-year old wasn't saving herself for some Shining Night on a White Charger. I didn't press the issue further, but something in the back of my mind kept coming back to the fact that Jennifer had said "my issue", not "Mom's issue" or even "her issue"" and wondered whether that was actually what she meant or just a slip of the tongue.

I don't recall how the subject came up, maybe something to do with Helena being seventeen and not ever having a regular boyfriend, let alone a "steady".

We were lying there in the warmth of post-coital bliss when I made some remark about the hairbrush that Jennifer and Helena were always arguing over and a silly comment about the brush being Helena's boyfriend when I felt Jennifer stiffen alongside me.

My first thought was what I suggested about her younger sister had offended her and I started to apologise when Jennifer rolled over, pressed her fingers to my lips and kissed me gently on the forehead.

As she moved away, I could see she had tears in her eyes and she laid her head on my chest, she whispered "Oh, Anton, thank you for being the kindest, sweetest lover I've ever had".

I blushed at the unexpected compliment and asked her if anything was wrong.

"It's just the talk about Helena", Jennifer said, her tears now creeping across my chest, "it suddenly reminded me of my first time and how horrible it was ...".

This wasn't a subject I was instantly comfortable with, but I sensed it was something she had to get out of her system and I wondered if she had ever confided this in anyone else before.

Anyway, she went on to tell her story, how when she was sixteen, she had been out with this boy for six and seven weeks, with usual nervous furtive fumbling and how she had felt somewhat sullied and yet excited how he pushed her hand down on an erection she had never felt before and after she jerked him off the first time, how one night as his cum was staining his underpants, they had agreed that next time they would do it, go all the way, and how he should get some condoms, because she although Jen had heard that you couldn't get pregnant the first time, but she wasn't so sure and didn't want to take a chance ...

... how they went to her place when Rose and the thirteen-year old Helena were away for the weekend, how she had pleaded and convinced Mom that a sixteen-year old didn't need a baby-sitter; how he grabbed her as soon as they were in the lounge room, tugging at her clothes, how she wanted him to slow down, how he pushed her on the lounge and pulled her panties down and she wished she had worn jeans like she had planned to hold him off a little longer ...

... how fingers penetrated her, she had let him do that before, but now he was rougher, more urgent and she wasn't nearly as aroused as she had expected, his cock is out of his pants and she knows her is going to take her, and before she can ask where the condom is, he is on top of her, pushing her knees high and apart and long before she is ready, he forces into her, tearing her, and how it hurts as he continues thrusting, thrusting and she feels him shudder and flood her with his seed ...

... how she lay there crying with the pain and the humiliation and disappointment of what she believed was going to be her special, never-to-be-forgotten moment, how she felt his cum inside her and the fear of her falling pregnant, how she asked about the condom, how he tugged up his jeans and pulled the condom from his pocket and threw it in face, saying "you needed to feel my cock in you, not a condom, you silly fucking virgin" before he stormed out of the room ..."

I've never been a violent person, a few schoolyards scraps, maybe, but as Jennifer lay there quietly sobbing, I could have taken a blunt knife to the bastard's balls if I knew who he was or where he was now four years later.

Jennifer's sobbing slowly abated as I held her head with one hand and stroked her hair, and she lifted her head slightly and pressed her lips to my ear. "Oh, Anton, please, please, don't let it be like that for Helena, she wants you, take her slowly and gently as you take me, make it something she will remember and cherish ...".

When the full implications of what Jennifer was suggesting, even offering, shocked me at first, but I couldn't help but feel my penis start to harden again.

"Wants me?", I croaked, my mouth suddenly dry. "Oh, yes", Jennifer said, "I've seen her look at you before, saw her devouring you the afternoon she walked in on us.

Despite now being rock-hard, I still had many misgivings over what Jennifer was suggesting. "What if Rose found out? " I thought. "What if Jennifer is terribly mistaken?".

"Please, Anton, do this for her ... do it for me", Jennifer said as she rolled on top of me and slid my now throbbing penis back inside her ...


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