Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

Oh my God. I was going to grab my sister’s chakra and wrap it around her neck. I knew we’d all probably overconsumed, but as far as I could tell, Lindsay was suggesting this soberly. This was beyond a disaster; it was a twenty-car pileup with a nuclear-powered van in the middle of the wreck. Everything was on fire, irradiated, and melting down to the atoms.

“Is this some game you guys play?” Kara asked.

“Yeah, ha ha, a game,” I said. I took Kara’s arm and started to steer her away. “Come on, I want to show you this cool thing I’ve got up in my bedroom.”

“Yes, Dylan’s bedroom is a great idea,” Lindsay said. “OW!”

I looked over in surprise and saw that Lucy had pinched our little sister’s arm, hard. I can’t say I blamed her.

“What was that for?” Lindsay asked, rubbing her arm.

“Never mind,” Lucy said. She turned and smiled at Kara. “Little sisters, right? So annoying.”

“I have two older brothers,” Kara said with a shrug, “They’re weird, but mostly harmless.”

“Are they both skiing with your parents?” I asked, desperate to change the subject. You know it was a bad sign if I was willing to bring that up again. It truly felt like the safer of the two conversations.

“Kevin is,” Kara said, “But Kenny’s over at his fiancee’s house for the holiday.”

“Oh cool,” I said. Most. Awkward. Small talk. Ever.

“So, what’s this thing you want to do, Lindsay?” Kara asked, “I’m intrigued.”

“Oh, it’s awesome,” Lindsay said, “You’ll love it.”

“I think our little sister has had a little too much to drink,” I said to Kara. Then I turned to my sister. “Right, Lindsay?”

“I’m fine,” Lindsay said, calmly. “Let’s go up to the bedroom like Dylan suggested.”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Notice how I was now implicated in all this? Yeah, that was just lovely.

*

Lindsay cajoled us all into following her upstairs. She marched straight into my bedroom, grabbed one of my pillows, and followed it to the floor.

“Um, what are you…?” Kara stared from outside the door frame. We all did.

“It’s simple, see,” Lindsay said, “You rub yourself up against the pillow and it starts to feel really good.

“Oh wow,” Kara said.

“Oh my,” Lucy said.

“Oh no,” I said.

“And the three of you, um, do this together?” Kara asked.

My stomach rushed to the floor, broke through the foundation of the house, and headed right for the Earth’s core. I wished to God I could follow it to my burning oblivion.

“Yup!” Lindsay said, casual as anything. “It’s great on its own, but together makes it way more fun.”

Kara was now staring straight at Lucy and me. I couldn’t read the expression on her face. I desperately didn’t want to. Whatever was behind those eyes, I didn’t want to consider it. Just run and hide. Then die. Preferably quickly.

“She’s not wrong,” Lucy said, shrugging slightly, “It is fun. Right Dylan?”

Fuck me. “Uh, yeah,” I said, “I mean, I guess. If you’re into that kinda thing.”

“And you are into it?” Kara asked.

Thus, there I was, trapped between not looking like a masturbating, incest pervert in front of a girl I liked or taking my sisters’ side. And, in this case, I didn’t truly have a choice now did I?

“Yup,” I replied, “I guess I am.”

Kara pursed her lips while tilting her head. “OK,” she said, “Well, I suppose I should give it a try.”

And then, like it was no big deal, she skipped into my bedroom, grabbed another pillow, and dropped down next to Lindsay on my hardwood floor. My little sister gave Kara a grin and patted her arm, like a friendly welcome.

Based on their descriptions, you might think that Kara and Lindsay looked alike. After all, both were short, petite brunettes with small breasts and perky butts. The most obvious difference was the hair, Lindsay’s was long and straight whereas Kara’s was wavier and cut to her shoulders. Further, Lindsay, thanks to her endless exercise obsession, was limber, while Kara was merely petite. And while Lindsay had more of a girl’s face, Kara’s appearance was softer and womanly. They were both super attractive, for sure, but the differences between the two were stark as they both lay down on the floor.

Lucy glanced at me, then looked at the two women in my bedroom. Even my sister, who usually seemed so in control of these things, was flummoxed by how all this had come together.

“I guess I’ll get a pillow from my room,” Lucy said.

“Sometimes he strokes it for us, instead,” Lindsay told Kara, weirdly matter-of-fact. “It’s really hot.”

“I’ll bet,” Kara said. She had a very different, yet still completely unreadable, expression on her face.

“I love it when he shoots,” Lindsay said, “That’s the best part.”

“We should probably stick to pressing for now,” Lucy said, returning with a pillow under one arm. This was not getting any more normal. The only explanation was that I’d cracked my skull at some point during dinner and this fever dream represented the death throes of my logical mind.

Lucy joined the other girls on the floor. She gave me a head nod. Well, seeing as I was already underwater, I supposed I might as well drown. Not needing a pillow for my own process, I simply lay down on the floor, facing my two sisters and my crush. The three of them looked so hot, splayed out in front of me.