my sisters part 3

I woke up smelling pancakes and syrup. I opened my eyes and sniffed again. Definitely pancakes and syrup. I had my arm around Riley, my nose almost touching her long, blonde hair. She was laying on her side, breathing in and out slowly. I turned over to look at my clock which was still on the floor. The numbers were blurry, so I blinked a few times to clear my vision. 10:14. We had really slept late, but I guess that's what Earthquake holidays are for.

For a few minutes, I just lay in bed, enjoying the sensation of being pressed against Riley's warm, soft body. I thought about what had happened, about hearing Riley tell me that she was in love with me and about her promising to be there for me from now on. It kind of felt like something I'd been missing had suddenly turned up, or like I'd gotten a puzzle piece to finally fit into place. It was a nice way to wake up.

Yawning, I climbed out of bed, stood up, stretched. As I pulled my arms up over my head, I felt my morning wood rub against my boxers. I turned my head to look back at Riley. If someone was cooking, that meant at least Mom was up, but if I woke Riley, she'd probably be willing to help take care of a little morning wood. At the same time, she looked so happy and peaceful wrapped up in my bed that I didn't want to wake her. I stretched my arms wide and felt my cock tense as I did so.

"Nice." A throaty voice said from the doorway. I turned and saw it was Izzy. She came in, shut the door behind her, and walked towards me. "Want some help with that?"

"Isn't Mom up?" I asked, taking a step back as my sister pursued me.

"She's downstairs cooking brunch for Riley's birthday. Now..." She reached out and hooked the waistband of my boxers with her finger. "How about a little appetizer."

"Izzy, not here!" I whispered. "Riley's asleep."

"So what? She's watched us fuck before."

"I don't want to wake her up."

"So be quiet." She sank down on her knees and pulled my boxers down to my ankles. She was still in her sweatpants and tanktop from bed and as she kneeled down in front of me, I could see down her shirt. Her d-cup tits were pressed together in the tiny top, leaving a slit of cleavage that made my cock swell just from looking at it. "Mmm." I heard Izzy hum, then I watched her go down on me, sliding her mouth around my cock.

"Unh." I groaned, trying to keep my voice down. Izzy kept gliding down my shaft until her lips were wrapped around the base. Out of habit, I dug my hands into her hair and pulled her down until I felt her nose press against my skin and the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. I felt her gag, then I let her back up for air. She pulled off me and wiped a line of spit off her mouth.

"You know, I shouldn't even help you out... " Izzy said, wrapping her hand around my my dick. "I should be pissed that you didn't come fuck me last night." She growled, squeezing my dick hard enough that I winced from the pain. Crap. I'd known this was coming. "But I guess even I'd want special treatment on my birthday." Izzy added, glancing at Riley with what almost looked like love. "You can bet you'll be paying me back later though..." Izzy said, looking back at me. "-with interest." Then Izzy started sliding her hand up and down my dick, using her spit as a lubricant.

"Unh. Okay." I moaned as she ran her tongue along my head.

"Okay what?" Izzy taunted me, suddenly pumping her hand up and down my cock and flicking her tongue along the head.

"Okay, Izzy, I'll pay you back."

"And no complaining... no matter how rough it gets." She added. I started to say, 'I promise,' but the words were lost as I felt her mouth slide down my cock again. Within a few seconds, I was pumping into her mouth as her hands grabbed my ass, forcing me forward again and again. Looking down at her, it was easy to see how any man could have a hard time saying no to her. With her short black hair and green eyes, just looking at her was entrancing and her arms were plump, but firm and sculpted. She had smooth, creamy skin that was pale from being indoors so much and her complexion only made her even sexier because it went so well with her hair. And then there her boobs, her enormous, supple, perfectly shaped tits. As Izzy slid her lips back on my cock, I could a glimpse of them through her top and then as she slid back down my shaft, I felt her chest press against my thighs.

"Izzy..." I moaned. She ignored me and ran her tongue around my head, trying me wild and making my hips buck. "Izzy." I repeated, with a little bit more control. Izzy pulled her head back, licked her lips, then looked up, giving me a sultry stare,

"Yes, little brother?"

"Let me fuck your tits." I asked quietly, practically begging with my eyes.

"No." She smiled up at me wickedly, then I remembered that dealing with Izzy was different from Riley. I bent down and wrapped my hand around her chin, digging in just enough to make it a little painful.

"Isabel, fuck me with your tits."

"No."

"Right now!" I ordered her, louder than I meant to be. I reached down with my other hand, grabbed her tank top, and yanked it up, exposing her tits. Now that she'd been harassed enough, Izzy pulled off her top, fully exposing her chest, and leaving her naked from the waist up. Then she craned her head forward a few inches, tucked her chin down, and opened her mouth. The tip of her tongue protruded over her lips and she looked up at me with her green as spit flowed down her tongue, then dripped down between her tits. My cock was going wild at this point, practically screaming to be between those mountains of flesh. From the way Izzy's nipples were puffed up and hard, I could tell she was into it too.

Once her tits had received an ample helping of saliva, Izzy pulled her tongue back into her mouth and placed a hand under each of her tits, then rubbed them together, spreading her saliva around and slicking up her cleavage. Ready, she walked towards me on her knees, then pressed my head to her lips and sucked down my shaft one more time, relubricating my cock. Now that my dick and her dick were both soaking wet, Izzy took hold of my dick and pressed it between her tits as she came forward. Once I touched her chest, she hunched her shoulder forward, pressing her boobs together as much as she could. It felt so warm and soft, I thought my dick would melt. When she knew I was trapped in her cleavage, Izzy let go of the bottom of my shaft and pressed herself against me as she brought her hands up to her tits again, When she had them cupped in her hands again, she pushed her boobs together and I groaned from the pleasure.

"Fuuuuck, Izzy." I said as my head went back. I looked down and saw Izzy grin, then she pursed her lips and mouthed,

"Shh." I swallowed, trying to control myself as Izzy started moving her tits up and down, titty fucking me. Her tits bounced up and down my shaft, with Izzy keeping them pressed together so tightly that her nipples were almost touching. I looked down in awe as her tits rippled and bubbled around my cock, my head disappearing into the crevice and then reemerging from her cleavage pussy.

"Does that feel good, Max?" Izzy asked, her voice thick with arousal.

"Yesss..." I groaned, my head getting light and my cheeks burning. It felt incredible.

"How 'bout this?" I watched as Izzy wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, then swirled her tongue around it as she rubbed her boobs along the shaft.

"Oh, god... Izzy, that feels so good... if you keep doing that... I'm gonna..." She started moving her tits even faster and I felt her tongue press against the tip of my head, her lips wrapped hot around the bottom. "I'm gonna cum, Izzy!" I choked out, barely able to keep my voice down. Izzy lifted her head to see my expression and kept her tits pressed together. My hips were bucking so hard, she didn't have to move them at this point. I felt the irresistible feeling race up my cock and I couldn't take it anymore. I reached forward and grabbed Izzy's boobs, mashing them together as I thrust into her as fast I could.

"UNH!" I yelled as I felt the first wave of cum shoot up. It splattered on Izzy's chin and ran down her throat, before pooling into her chest. I was still cumming when I suddenly heard Mom call up the stairs.

"Izzy, I told you get the others! Breakfast is ready!" Mom yelled.

"Sorry! Max is cumming!" Izzy yelled back to the door, smiling as another shot of cum landed on the side of her face. When I finally stopped cumming, Izzy's face and chest were coated with my cum. She looked up at me, her skin practically glowing with satisfaction. She stood up, walked over to my tissue box, and pulled out a clump of tissues. It seemed like it took half the box, but she finally cleaned all the cum off, then pulled one more out, walked back over to me and wiped my body off as she sucked my dick clean. "Remember, no complaining later." She said, then she stood up and chucked the tissue into my garbage can with all the others. All clean, she walked over to the door.

"Oh," She added, looking back at me as I sank down against my bed. "Breakfast is ready." Izzy smirked at me, then opened the door and walked out. I pulled my boxers back up, covering my now flaccid dick, then I collapsed onto the bed.

"Mmm. 'Morning." Riley whispered as she stirred beside me. Turning over, she wrapped her arms around my neck and smiled. "Did you sleep well, Max?"

"Yeah." I replied, looking deep into RIley's eyes. "It felt so good sleeping with you." I added, then kissed her lips lightly.

"Well.." Riley ran her teeth over her lower lip. "Would you like to sleep with me right now?" She slid her hand down my body until she reached my waistband. I caught her wrist and she looked back up at me, surprised and disappointed.

"I do want to, but Mom's got breakfast ready downstairs. Izzy just came upstairs to get us. And if we don't go down..."

"Ass kicking central. Got it." Riley leaned forward and kissed me again. Feeling her lips pressed against mine, I deepened the kiss, then we both realized we had morning breath. "Egh. Gross." Riley gagged, sitting up.

"I guess we'll save the birthday kisses for later, okay?" I said, sliding off the bed.

"MAX!" Someone called up. When Mom and Izzy raised their voice, they sounded almost identical.

"Coming!" I yelled back.

"Still?" Was the snarky reply- definitely Izzy. I found a comfy shirt in my closet and pulled it on, then I followed Riley downstairs. When I rounded the corner to the kitchen, the sight almost took my breath away. There was a table covered in food- homemade, fresh food. There were three stacks of pancakes in the center of the table, a bowl of fruit, a whipped cream dispenser, two types of syrup, a plate of bacon that looked like it had just come out of the pan, sausage, and even a bowl of scrambled eggs. Mom had even set out our glasses and a carton of orange juice. Seated around the morning feast were four beautiful women, still wearing what I'd seen them in at three in the morning. For a kid who was used to doing all the cooking and getting the crap taken out of him on a daily basis, it felt surreal.

"Come on, Max. We're waiting on you." Mom said, looking at me.

"Oh! Yeah, sorry."

I pulled my chair out and sat down, then we started passing the food around. "We can still go out for dinner tonight like we planned." Mom said, looking at Riley. "But I woke up and thought you might like a homemade breakfast." She added as we sent around the eggs and bacon and sausage.

"Yeah, Mom. This is incredible. Max usually just makes toast and cereal." Riley replied, still looking at the food in astonishment.

"Uh-huh. And what do the rest of you make?" Mom cocked an eyebrow and smirked. All three of my sisters suddenly found things to glance at that weren't our mom. Mom gave a small laugh, then used her fork to point at the stacks of pancakes.

"I made enough of each for you guys to have whatever kind you want. I know Riley's favorite is blueberry, so I did a stack of those. These are banana-chocolate chip like Izzy likes and then I made a plain stack for Ashley and me." My sisters started helping themselves. After they were finished, Mom looked at me.

"What kind do you want, Max?" Mom asked. "Blueberry, chocolate chip, or plain?" I could feel all three of my sisters staring at me, waiting for me to make a decision, but I kept my eyes on the pancakes.

"Um, could I have one of each?" I asked, going for the diplomatic answer. Mom gave me a pancake from each of the stacks, put two plain ones on her own plate, then we started eating. It was really good- even better because I wasn't the one who had to cook it. Mom asked us how school had been. Riley told her about the AP classes she was taking and Ashley gave her a summary of her soccer team's season so far. They'd played well, especially Ashley, but if they didn't win their next two games, they wouldn't make it to States. I told her that my classes were going alright, which was mostly true, and that I really liked my art class. Mr. Edwards was really cool and Gene modelling for me after school was really helpful. I thought I saw a jealous frown pass over Izzy's face when I mentioned Gene, so I moved on as quickly as I could.

"What about you, Izzy? What have you been doing?"

"Oh, y'know, watching the house, taking Max to school, that kind of thing." Izzy replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

"You didn't take any classes this semester?"

"Uh, no. Not this time."

"Where are you working?"

"I'm, uh, still looking." Izzy replied, looking at Mom for a second, then glancing back down at her plate. I felt bad for her. I mean, it was Izzy's fault that she didn't have a job and that she hadn't even tried at the classes she'd taken at the community college nearby, but you could see she was embarrassed. Riley was taking a bunch of AP classes, Ashley was the star on her team, and even I was doing well at Art, but Izzy didn't have a single thing to show Mom, nothing to make her proud.

"What about that job I got you at Rite-Mart?" Mom asked. Izzy practically blanched. I remembered the day she'd come home after being fired or quitting- either way, she didn't have a job after that and I had a bruise on my shoulder for two weeks.

"It didn't work out..." Izzy replied quietly. Everyone who worked at Rite-Mart had to wear these stupid looking vests and a bow-tie... you could hardly blame Izzy for not wanting to work there. Mom started asking Izzy where she'd applied recently and I could see Izzy was getting angry, she was like a cornered animal who was trying to get away, but if Mom kept poking her, she was about to snap.

"So, what do you want to do for your birthday?" I asked Riley, cutting into the conversation.

"Huh?" Riley asked, surprised.

"Y'know, it is your birthday and we have the day off. What do you want to do?"

"Um," Riley paused for a moment, thinking. "It is really nice out today. I'd really like to go on a bike ride, maybe ride out to Langley Park."

"That sounds like fun! We can all go." Ashley said suddenly, she loved being outdoors. Riley and I both looked at her. Neither of us were very eager to spend the day with Ashley.

"Actually, I was thinking it would be just me and Max." Riley replied, her voice tinged with animosity.

"What?! That's not-" Ashley started, but Mom cut her off by putting her hand on Ashley's shoulder.

"I wanted to do some shopping anyways. You and I will have some mother-daughter time."

"Wait- what about me? Am I just home alone?" Izzy added, confused.

"You're going to go job hunting, Isabel." Mom said, giving Izzy a look. Izzy clenched her hands, balling them up into fists. Mom stared at her and Izzy stared right back. I guess most people say their eyes were shooting daggers, but with Mom and Izzy, it was more like claymores.

"Fine." Izzy said finally.

"Good. Then we can all meet back here at six for dinner. Think about where you want to go, okay, Riley?"

"Sure, Mom." The rest of breakfast was pretty quiet. Izzy ate quickly, then stormed off, hot under the collar. Ashley still seemed disappointed that she didn't get to spend the day with us- with me, I guess, but Riley and Mom stayed upbeat and I tried to help out. After everyone was finished, I told Mom I'd do the dishes since she cooked and she, Ashley, and Riley went upstairs to shower and get ready to go out. I'd been so used to do doing the dishes and being alone that washing everything was actually pretty relaxing. When I'd finished, I started the washing machine, then I headed upstairs to shower off as well.

After opening the door to my bathroom, I pulled the my shower curtain out of the way and started the water. I pulled the curtain back to keep the water in and turned on the fan so it didn't get too steamy, then I walked out of the bathroom to give the water time to heat up. I sat down at my desk and filled in a few answers that I knew off the top of my head for my history homework, then I headed back to the bathroom after I figured I'd given the water enough time to warm up.

I could feel the heat as soon as I opened the door. I hung the towel I'd grabbed on the door behind me then started undressing. Once I was naked, I walked over to the shower, pulled the curtains open, and stepped in at the end away from the shower head. I closed the curtain behind me and looked up.

When I saw her, I almost yelled, but somehow I managed to keep myself quiet. Izzy was standing under the water, facing me. Her hair was drenched and hung over her face in wet tangles. The shower poured over her from behind, sending rivulets of water running down her body, highlighting her ample curves. I couldn't stop staring at the way the water cascaded over her shoulders, down between her breasts and then down her body. I could barely see Izzy's eyes through her hair. Beads of water clung to her parted lips, little pants escaping from between them.

"I-Izzy?" I asked. Suddenly, she raised her arms up and stepped toward me. Her right hand slid around my head and grabbed my hair, then she pulled my face to her lips, yanking on my hair.

"Agh!" I yelled, muffled by the kiss, but Izzy ignored me, only shoving her lips against mine even harder. She pressed her glistening body against mine and wrapped her fingers around my left wrist, then brought my hand down between her legs. Her tongue was so deep in my mouth, I could barely breath, but the kiss was so forceful and the feeling of Izzy's pussy getting wet against my hand, that I couldn't stop. I felt Izzy wrap her hand around my dick and milk it till I was rock hard. When I finally had to break apart for air, Izzy attacked my neck, sucking down on my throat and leaving me moaning against the shower wall. Suddenly, I felt a stinging pain and realized Izzy had bitten me, breaking the skin on my shoulder.

"Ow! Izzy, that hurts!" I yelled, pulling my fingers away from her pussy and trying to push her away. She grabbed both of my arms and clamped one of her hands around my wrists, then she started sucking and biting her way down my body, leaving a trail of hickeys that stood out in red relief against my body. Pain and pleasure were being mixed together and I couldn't tell if I was enjoying what was happening any more. But my dick was still rock hard and as reached it, she wrapped her free hand around it and squeezed it till I grunted in pain. Simultaneously, she sucked down on the sensitive skin beside my dick. I squirmed and pulled, trying to get free, but Izzy kept a steel grip on my wrists. As Izzy sucked and pulled on my skin, I moaned in pain and pleasure until finally Izzy released the spot, revealing an already purple spot the size of a large bottle-cap.

"Izzy, what the hell are you doing?!" I asked, finally able to speak coherently.

"Shut up." Izzy snapped back. "Fuck me." She spread her legs and pulled my dick towards her pussy.

"No." I said as she pressed my head against her entrance. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this."

"WHAP!" My head whipped to the side and the right side of my face felt like it was on fire. Izzy had just belted me across the face.

"Izzy, what fucking fuck?! I don't want it like this!"

"You don't get a fucking choice, Max!" Izzy yelled back, then she slapped me again, sending me staggering over the slippery floor. As I stood up, wiping a trickle of blood from my lip, I realized my hands were free now and I was sick of her shit. I looked at Izzy for a second, then I grabbed her arms just under the shoulder and shoved her against the wall.

"You know what? You want me to fuck you? Fine." I pressed my dick against her pussy, then slammed all of my length into her in one thrust. With the water washing away her cum and no prior thrusts to warm up, the sensation was rough and painful. We both let out a grunt of pain, but I was determined to pay Izzy back for the slap. I started pounding Izzy as hard as I could, not even trying to make it feel good for either of us. I wanted her to hurt. She tried to lean forward to kiss me, but I reached up and wrapped my hand around her throat, then I pushed her head against the shower wall.

"Unh!" She grunted, either from me thrusting into her or her head hitting the wall. As we fucked, I kept my hand pressed against her throat, hard enough to keep her from moving and maybe even to make it hard to breathe. Against my will, the thrusts were starting to feel better and better and I could feel Izzy nails going down my back, raking long red lines as she writhed under me. I reached down with my other hand and grabbed Izzy's leg, lifted it up and held her thigh up in the air, making it easier for me to thrust in and out of her pussy all the way. Every thrust felt better than the last one and I lifted Izzy's leg higher and pressed down harder on her throat. Izzy reached up and grabbed my wrists, trying to pull my hand off her throat, but I only responded by fucking her harder.

I could feel I was getting close and as I looked at Izzy, her legs were shaking and she was moaning as much as she could with my hand around her throat. Her tits bounced up and down with every thrust and I felt my balls twitch as Izzy's back started arching.

"Take it!" I yelled, burying my dick in Izzy's pussy. "Take every last drop!" For the next thirty seconds, Izzy's body shook and quivered as I unloaded inside her. When I'd deposited every drop of cum in her pussy, I pulled out and walked forward, intending to use what little hot water was left to clean myself off. Just as I felt the soothing heat splash against my chest, something grabbed me. I felt Izzy's hands on my hips, then she spun me around. Before I knew what was happening, my dick was in her mouth and she was sucking on it like her life depended on it.

"Izzy, I just came!" I yelled, even though I knew it wouldn't do any good. As Izzy suck my dick, I felt myself getting swelling up again, but no matter what Izzy did, I wouldn't get hard. Frustrated, Izzy growled, sending vibrations through my dick, then I felt her hand snake around my ass.

"Wait, what are you doing?!" I asked when I felt her finger pressing against my asshole.

"Just relax, Max." Izzy leered up at me, pulling off my dick for a second, then diving back down. As her lips engulfed my head again, I felt her finger tip press against me and my whole body constricted. Izzy tried pushing again, but I squirmed away from her touch. She pulled her hand away and I relaxed, letting her suck my cock. I looked down and saw Izzy fingering herself. I closed my eyes for a second and enjoyed the sensation of every part of my body being warm- the hot water was splashing against my back and Izzy's mouth was wrapped around my dick.

"OHH!" I yelled out suddenly. All at once, I felt Izzy's finger slide into my asshole. There was a twinge of pain, but I couldn't get free and... I didn't want to. It felt good. Izzy started pulling her finger out, then she slid it back in and I felt my cock hardening inside her mouth. I moaned as Izzy kept sucking and while I let myself be washed away in the sensation of my oldest sister pleasure me, I figured out what had happened. Izzy had fingered herself to get her finger coated with her cum, then, while I was relaxed, she'd pushed in all at once. When my dick was as hard as stone again, Izzy pulled off my dick suddenly and slid her finger out of my asshole.

"You liked that, didn't you?" She grinned at me. Before I could muster up a reply, Izzy turned around and bent over, planting her hands against the shower wall and pushing her ass out towards me. Taking the hint, I grabbed my dick and guided it to her glistening slit, then I pushed in. I felt Izzy tighten around me as I filled her cunt and once I was all the way in, I grabbed her hips and started thrusting into her.

"Harder! You fuck like third grader!" Izzy growled at me, turning her head. Damn it! She was really determined to piss me off. Getting angry, I slapped her ass hard, leaving a red mark the shape of my hand, then I slammed my dick into my sister so hard, she almost slipped on the wet floor. I kept pounding her cunt, smacking her ass when she needed it. When Izzy started moaning and I could tell she was about to cum, I leaned forward and grabbed her tits, fondling them and tweaking her nipples as I fucked her to orgasm. When she was finished cumming, I kept thrusting, but felt myself getting softer, so I figured we'd stop. Izzy wasn't having that. She reached her arm around behind me and pushed into my asshole again.

For some reason, the idea of my big sister being inside me, almost like a part of me, was so sexy, I felt myself start to get harder. Then she started rubbing inside me, her finger gliding in and out, as I kept giving her small thrusts and within a minute, I was raring to go. I reached behind me and and grabbed her wrist, then pulled her hand away, slightly sad to feel her pull out, then I guided her hand down to her pussy. As Izzy started rubbing her clit, I started fucking her hard again, pulling out until only the tip of my head was still inside her, then pushing back into her and filling her pussy in one plunge. I looked down as we kept fucking and I watched my dick slide in and out of Izzy, then I had a thought. It was time for revenge.

I reached down and started fingering Izzy's clit beside her. She moaned at the sensation of both of us ...


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