Rock'n'Roll Lifestyle

Chapter 4

By wc63

He was awake. There was a sound echoing down the long empty lower corridors of the arena, faint but growing steadily louder. People running, two or three. A yell. The footfalls suddenly close, another shout; `Hold it right there!'. Amanda wakes up, begins to sit up when the door slams open against the wall with an incredibly loud bang, and she screams.

In very quick succession:

A figure in parka and toque sprints across the room, leaps completely over the bed, brandishes a half inch wrench and screams `LET HER GO!'.

Corey raises his hands like Amanda's skin is scalding him.

A man in black jacket and pants bursts through the door, quick-draws a chrome .45 automatic from a shoulder holster and takes military aim at the figure with the wrench, and yells `DON'T MAKE ME DO IT!'

Amanda turns her face to Corey's and blurts in a voice full of fear: "My sister Cindy!".

The figure in winter gear raises it's hands but also ducks behind the bed.

The man at the door raises the gun to rest position beside his ear.

Everything freezes. The moment stretches. Suddenly, Corey lifts his butt off the bed and whips the covers down to below his knees, then sits up, lifts his feet, and throws the covers over his and Amanda's nudity. He holds his hand out to the figure beside the bed, and is handed the wrench. He tells the man at the door;

"It's cool, Marcus. She has my full authorization."

Marcus returned the gun to it's holster, saying;

"Sorry about the scare, Boss. She shouldn't have gotten this far. That one on the bed with you must've left the door unlocked. I didn't expect that. Pretty embarrassing, letting two of 'em get by in one night. When did she get in?"

"About twenty minutes after the show last night, actually, and I'm sorry I didn't let you know she was here." Corey told him. "I'm surprised you're still here, you're only on duty till two."

"Yah, well, when the limo guys went home, I figured I'd keep an eye on things around here, in case you needed anything." Marcus replied. "There's a snow storm outside. I talked to the crew on the cell phone. All the trucks are stuck at a truck stop outside of town. You mind if I grab a Coke an' a sandwich at the bar before I head back to the security office?"

"Sure." Corey turned to the person who was apparently Amanda's sister Cindy.

"Which grate?" he asked her.

"Third window men's room, blue section." Came the reply in a girl's voice that sounded almost exactly like Amanda's.

"Do me a favor Marcus?" Corey asked. "Take this wrench. You'll find it fits the bolts that have been taken out of a window grate on the third window of the men's room in blue section. If you could put it back, I'd appreciate if you could keep this out of Arena Security's log. What do you think?"

"Sure, no problem Boss."

With a submarine sandwich in cellophane under one arm and a can of coke in that hand, Marcus tucked the wrench into a back pocket with the other, and let himself out.

Another long moment of silence.

"Competent guy, that Marcus." Corey announced conversationally. "He saved my life once."

"Are you all right?" Cindy asked Amanda.

"I'm fine." Amanda replied, her voice still shaking a little. "Cindy, this is Corey Michaels. Corey, this is my sister Cindy."

"You're alright." Cindy stated straightforwardly. "I'm sweating to death. Jesus Christ." Then she seemed to snap out of it, and into rage;

"JESUS CHRIST, AMANDA! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO CALL IF YOU WERE GOING TO STAY MORE THAN AN HOUR! IT'S SIX A.M.! HOW MANY TIMES DID I MAKE YOU PROMISE YOU WERE GOING TO CALL AND LET ME KNOW YOU WERE ALL RIGHT! CHRIST!" She whipped the toque off her head and threw it at the floor like a triumphant football player spiking in the end zone. She continued ripping off pieces of outerwear and throwing them around the room as she continued her enraged tirade. "I'VE BEEN GOING CRAZY ALL NIGHT WORRYING ABOUT YOU, WONDERING WHETHER YOU'RE GETTING YOURSELF BEATEN TO DEATH, I GET DOWN HERE AND THAT ASSHOLE CHASES ME THROUGH THE WHOLE DAMN ARENA, I GET IN HERE AND YOU'RE SCREAMING LIKE YOU'RE BEING FUCKING RAPED, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!" She had finished with her scarf, mitts, and jacket, and sat heavily on the edge of the bed to pull her boots off, still yelling at the top of her lungs. "AND THEN HE POINTS THAT BIG FUCKING GUN AT ME, AND I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DIE, AND NOW I BET YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME YOU FORGOT, RIGHT?!!!"

She finished with her boots and buried her face in her hands. Taking three deep breaths, she continued in a very quiet voice; "God, Amanda. When I saw him pull that gun out and aim it at me, and I was looking right into the barrel, I really thought he was gonna kill me." She started to cry with silent shudders.

Cindy was a little taller than Amanda, maybe five foot two, and her hair was very light blond, almost white, straight and halfway down her back except for her bangs resting on her eyebrows. Where Amanda was lightly tan, Cindy had a healthy pink `peaches and cream' complexion. She was as slim as Amanda, but had a more delicate, bikini-model type build, lacking the physical development that gave Amanda her aerobics-instructor looking body. And she was beautiful. He could see why Amanda judged herself harshly in comparison to Cindy. He could tell through her tight sweater that her breasts were just a touch smaller than Amanda's, and from what he could tell under her jeans, their buns were exactly the same.

When Cindy began to cry, Amanda moved to console her. For a moment Corey was worried that she was going to pull both herself and the blankets off of him, so he scooted sideways till his hip was almost touching Cindy's back. Amanda turned to put a foot on either side of Cindy on the bed and hugged her, and Cindy turned sideways and hugged her back as they cried out their fear and tension.

"I'm sorry, Cindy, I'm so sorry..." Amanda sobbed into her sister's shoulder. Finally they got their emotions under control, and Cindy told Amanda:

"I want to speak to you in private."

"No. I'm sorry, Cindy, but I know he doesn't want me to. I'm an adult now, and you're going to have to respect this decision."

"But I can't talk in front of him!" Cindy hissed.

"Yes you can, Cindy! You know you can trust him." Amanda re-assured her. "Just pretend he isn't here."

Cindy wavered in indecision for a few moments, till her need to know overcame her reluctance.

"Fine." she said. "Why didn't you call?"

"Well," Amanda began, blushing and looking down, "An hour after I got here, his mouth was on my pussy and he was giving me the most incredible orgasm I've ever had. Actually, the second most incredible, now. I know that's no excuse. I really wish I had something better to tell you, but the truth is, I did forget."

Cindy stared at her open-mouthed, surprised that she could be so blatant in front of Corey.

"So," Cindy stammered, "Everything went well?"

"Oh, so much better than `well'." Amanda reassured her, happily. "You just wouldn't believe how excellent it's been! I must've cum ten times, plus all the ones I had when I was sleeping!"

"Cool." Cindy stated, relieved. She flashed Corey a glance over her shoulder, and scratched at her ribcage under one arm before continuing. "So, you didn't make him hurt you?" Amanda's countenance fell.

"Well, I did, but not much. Just when he was putting it in me, at first, and a little later when he squeezed my titties a bit."

"Shit." Cindy swore under her breath. "Did you hurt him?"

Amanda looked like she wanted to crawl under the covers and hide. She finally answered in a little tiny voice;

"Yes."

"God dammit Amanda!" Cindy burst out, "You promised you wouldn't!" She glared daggers at her sister for a moment, then continued in a more calm tone of voice. "How is he?"

"He's okay. He's not injured." Amanda replied hesitantly. "I did what I could for him, but I don't know how well I did. I'm too close to the situation to judge."

"Shit." Cindy said to herself, "You can say that again." She closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths, and seemed to gather herself for something.

Just when Corey was about to comment on how weird it was to be talked about like he wasn't even there, Cindy turned to him and looked him directly in the eyes. She had the brightest blue eyes he'd ever seen, and she held him locked to her gaze long enough for him to think to himself; 'Christ. She really can look right into your soul.'

"How do you feel?" she asked him. It was incredible, like a hypnotic command. He tried to say: `Hey, I'm fine, no problem here.', but his mouth disobeyed his brain. What his mouth actually said was:

"I'm not proud of all the things I enjoyed last night. I think I can handle it. Amanda's an emotional roller coaster, but it's been the experience of a lifetime."

"Did she try to make you put it in her bum?" Cindy asked.

"She mentioned it..."

"And did you?"

"No."

"Did she try to make you hit her?" Cindy enquired.

"She mentioned a spanking..." Corey admitted.

"And did you spank her?"

"No." Corey said.

"Then you should be proud of what you enjoyed." She reassured him as she gave his shoulder a little shake. "Amanda obviously enjoyed it, and you showed more self control than most men would have. If you're going to have her around, she'll get you to do the rest of it to her eventually anyway, so you might as well have a healthy attitude about it."

She broke the eye contact, releasing him, and he sagged back against the pillows, amazed at the intensity of it. And he felt... better.

"He'll be fine." Cindy reassured Amanda. Amanda turned to Corey;

"Pretty wild, huh?" she asked him with a smile. "Told yah she was spooky." He could only nod.

"So," Cindy said to Amanda, "I guess you might as well tell me what happened. Briefly."

"Briefly?" Amanda considered. "Briefly. I came in, he was only wearing a towel, he told me to tell him how I got in or he'd call the cops. I told him, and told him I was here to make love to him, and stripped down to my tights, and hugged him and rubbed myself against him and sucked his nipple. He was going to send me home with a C.D. but he was getting stiff, so I took his towel off and touched him with my hand. Then he said he'd do it for me."

"No doubt." Cindy interjected, somewhat sarcastically.

"So then we kissed," Amanda continued, "And he carried me to the chair, and I tested him."

"That soon?" Cindy asked, "What did he do?"

"I wanted to get past it and I knew he'd do fine. Wow Cindy, you wouldn't believe how excellent it is! He's so perfectly balanced on the line that he gets mad at me and asks if I realize he can hurt me!"

"Wow." Cindy breathed.

"Yah!" Amanda continued. "And then he carried me over to the bed and gave me the most glorious orgasm with his hand. Only when I was done, he kept rubbing me till I was going crazy!"

"Serves you right, you little minx." Cindy threw in.

"So then he wipes my whole body down with a warm cloth, makes me drink apple juice, shoves his face in my bum, and does the wildest things in my bumhole with his tongue. Then he rubs his face all over my body and then that's when he got me in the pussy with his mouth. I'm leaving most of the good stuff out, but it was incredible."

"Mm hm." went Cindy. She flashed Corey a little glance, made a motion like she was thinking of touching herself, turned it into another little scratch at her side.

"And then we made love, but it was really close. He wasn't gonna do it at first, cuz he's really big and he didn't want to hurt me, but I talked him into it. He finally put it into me until I was full, and we both came. So then he wipes me down with the cloth again, and I did the same for him, and I realize that he's got this much he's not putting inside me." She held her thumb and finger about four inches apart. Corey reached past her and squeezed them together till they were two inches apart.

"I couldn't get him to put the rest into me, then he told me to do it if I wanted it so much. I pushed real hard but I couldn't get it all into me, so I just dropped myself on it. That's how I hurt him. And he's been doing it to me constantly ever since. Even while we were showering. Even when we were sleeping. Even right now."

"He's still inside you? Right now?" Cindy asked, amazed.

"Mm hmm." Amanda agreed. She slowly gathered the blankets in front of her and raised them to her waist, showing Cindy that his manhood was indeed still deep inside her naked little quim. Cindy could only watch in helpless fascination as Amanda slowly put one hand behind herself, braced it on Corey's left hip, and oh-so-slowly raised herself off him until only half the head was left in, and paused.

"My God!" Cindy exclaimed. "He's huge!"

"He is, isn't he?" Amanda replied with a smug little smile. She slowly lowered herself down till he touched her cervix.

"I'm full here. I have to stretch to take him the rest of the way." Amanda demonstrated as she spoke, and Cindy could see the tension trying to pull the outside of her pussy inside her with the base of his cock.

Corey decided to himself that he wasn't going to say a word.

"Wow!" Cindy stated. Fascinated, she slowly reached out and touched her sister with a fingertip at the edge of her opening, brushing the base of his shaft. Amanda felt stretched as tight as a drum there.

"That must... hurt." Cindy breathed softly.

"Oh yes." Amanda replied with a raised eyebrow and a satisfied grin, "It does. But it also feels so good. I'm so full, I feel so... womanly." She pushed the covers aside and gently took Cindy's hand in both of hers, pressed it's palm against her belly button and bounced a bit. Cindy could feel the immensity of Corey's manhood moving inside Amanda's body, and was completely mind-blown. She moved her hand away and pressed her ear against Amanda's belly, looking down, like she was listening for it's heartbeat. She blushed dark pink, then red. Amanda gently cradled Cindy's head to her belly and slowly rubbed her loins against Corey's.

"He's going to keep me, Cindy. He's going to keep me for a long time, he told me. I feel so grateful whenever I think about it, I can hardly talk." For a minute no one spoke or moved except Amanda's little rubs against Corey. Finally, Amanda noticed a feeling of wetness on her tummy.

"Cindy?" she asked. "Are you alright?"

"Oh yah. I'm fine." Cindy stated, and she did sound like nothing was wrong.

"Cindy." Amanda stated quietly. "I can feel your tears on my tummy. They're trickling down onto..."

"Please. Amanda. Don't gloat." Cindy interrupted.

"What?" Amanda asked, confused.

"Please. Cover yourself. Cover him." Cindy said, and reached around Amanda herself to draw the blankets back around her sister's shoulders and tuck them closed in front of her breasts.

"What's wrong, Cindy? I thought you'd be happy for me, it all worked better than we hoped!" Amanda said worriedly.

"Amanda." Cindy said tiredly. "I'm trying to be happy for you, really I am. But you've gotta understand. When I knew they weren't coming back, I promised myself that I'd finish raising you right. Sometimes the responsibility of looking after you was the only thing that kept me going. I tried so hard to keep you on the right track and in school, and when I found out you were... were kinky, I thought I'd be able to get you to want more... healthy things, and I know you tried hard. And now you've given yourself in sexual bondage to a rock star you never met before yesterday, and I helped you do it. Now that it's really happened, I can't help but feel that I've failed you. And you're going to leave, and I'll be all alone in that big old house, with no mom, no dad, no you, and no purpose in life." Cindy's voice and face were calm, but tears were streaming down her cheeks. Amanda looked like she was going to cry too, but was holding it in.

"Cindy, please don't feel that way!" Amanda pleaded. "You've been the best, the very best, you've cared for me more than anyone could ever expect a sister to do for another, you know that! I'm so, so thankful for everything you've done for me! And now you can live the life you deserve, and live for yourself, and go back to college! You did finish raising me, and you did a great job, but now that job is done, and we have to go on. You know that as well as me."

"Yah I know, you're right." Cindy told her. "It just hurts, that's all." She laid her head on Amanda's shoulder and they hugged. Corey saw Cindy flash him only the quickest glance, and she lost control of her facial expression for just a second. Then she was back to the calm expression, tears running down her cheeks. She rubbed her arm against her side like she had an itch.

But it was too late. He'd seen the look, and his subconscious began flashing it's little error flag. Data was reviewed, and implications traced. Conclusions were spit whole into his conscious mind. Suddenly, he had to know if they were correct.

"And?" he prompted gently. Cindy's eyes flashed wide open in panic. She stared wide eyed at Corey over Amanda's shoulder, made little side to side shakes with her head, and mouthed at him silently: `No! No! Don't!'

"And what?" Amanda asked, pulling back from Cindy's hug to look at their faces. She saw the quiet determination on Corey's face, the silent pleading on Cindy's. Finally she turned to Corey and said to him;

"I don't know what you're implying, but my sister would never..."

"Listen." he interrupted. "She changed into her sexiest under things just before she came over here."

Both girls stared at him open-mouthed in surprise. Amanda turned to Cindy.

"Did you?" she asked incredulously. Cindy covered her mouth with her hands, looked at Amanda, and gave two little nods.

"Christ." Amanda said to Corey in amazement. "You're as spooky as she is! How the hell did you know that?!"

"I recognized the little side scratch she's been doing. Simone used to do it when she was trying on new clothes. It's from a little plastic tee being left in the side of a bra when the tags are taken off. If she'd have worn it around the house for five minutes before she left she'd have noticed it and taken it out. It's snowing out, so logically she'd have changed into something warm before she left, but that would be long underwear or a tee-shirt or something, not a new bra, so... The only reason she'd change into a new bra before going out is if it's something she's been saving. So..."

"How did you know about the grate, earlier?" Cindy asked, fascinated in spite of herself.

"A half inch wrench is too small for anyone to ever bring one as a weapon." Corey said. "The simplest remaining answer is probably true. Therefore, you probably broke in by unbolting a window grate. But let's not get off the subject."

"You changed into your sexiest under things? For Corey?" Amanda asked. "You never even told me you liked him, before."

"Well," Cindy told her with downcast eyes, "I knew there was a small chance you two wouldn't get along, so..."

"Well that's okay Cindy!" Amanda exclaimed. "I want him so much, I don't see how any girl could not want him. You don't have to feel bad about that!"

"It's more serious than that." Corey said.

"Please don't, Corey. You'll spoil everything..." Cindy pleaded.

"Come on Cindy, if you don't tell her, she'll figure it out one day, and then how will she feel?" Corey asked. The silence stretched.

"What? What?" Amanda pleaded.

"Just say it to me then, Cindy." Corey told her. "Come on. Tell me."

Cindy couldn't tear her gaze away from his. Finally, almost against her will, she spoke the words.

"I love you, Corey Michaels."

"Whoa. You love him? You're in love with him? Are you sure?" Amanda asked in amazement.

"She's sure." Corey assured her. "As sure as you are. I can see now, that after the months you've both spent thinking about me, that neither of you are going to feel any less for me in a month unless I treat you like shit between now and then, and I'm not going to. Look girls, this is not a healthy situation at all. Someone's going to be hurt here today, maybe all of us. Your family is mandatory; you'll always be each other's sister for the rest of your lives. Matings are optional, there'll always be other men for beautiful girls like you, and I refuse to have it on my conscience that I ruined your relationship. I think the best thing would be for you two to stay here in Spokane and I'll move on."

"No! No!" both girls protested at once. They looked at each other.

"You've gotta have him, Cindy. I love you too much, and I owe you too much, to come between you and the man you love. I know you'd never let yourself be sure if you weren't also sure that he'd love you back. Besides, he likes you. I could feel it when you threw your coat off." Amanda told her.

"You silly little fool." Cindy said, touching Amanda's cheek. "You'd really do that for me. But think about yourself for the last two months. You can't work or go to school or anything unless it helps bring you closer to Corey. Let's face it, Amanda, you need to make it work with him, or you'll need some serious therapy. If I left town with him and left you here, you'd just sit at home and masturbate to his videos till you starved. My god, Amanda, he's inside you right now! You're having sex with him right now! You got him to make some sort of commitment to you within six hours of meeting you, and it's already done! Besides, Corey doesn't even know me. I'll get over it, and you know I'll have other guys. If it weren't for him, I'd have never let you know I felt like this in the first place."

They were silent for a few moments, then Amanda asked Cindy;

"Out of all the guys you've had, Cindy, were you ever in love before?" When Cindy only bowed her head and couldn't answer, Amanda answered for her.

"No you weren't. I told him everything, all the important stuff at least. So he does have a good idea what you're like. But you're right; I can't give him up. I guess I'm just cursed, because I can't feel good about having him when he's the only man you ever loved."

"Oh yes you can!" Cindy reassured her. "You guys are gonna be great, and you know it! Just wait till he licks you between your legs again, you'll forget all about my problems."

There was silence for another few moments.

"No I won't." Amanda finally said. "We're going to have to share him."

"Oh, come on, Amanda!" Cindy burst out. "That could never work! Wake up to the real world!"

"Why not? You've been the only person that loved me for the last four years." Amanda pointed out. "I love you more than anything, enough that I'd give him to you, but you won't take him from me. I love him, and you love him. If we can make him feel good enough to love both of us, then we'll be fine! Come on, Cindy, we've gotta try! It's the only way where none of us has to be hurt by this!"

"You're nuts!" Cindy shouted in exasperation. She turned to Corey. "Will you talk some sense into her please?!"

Corey considered it. Long moments went by.

"You're both right. Amanda's right in saying it's the only way where none of us has to hurt. Cindy's right in that it almost never works, and most of the time the people who try end up pretty shattered. Most of the time, jealousy is what goes wrong. Almost all humans are naturally monogamous, and the more you care for someone, the more it usually hurts to see them in the arms of someone else. There's a lot of three-ways and more in Muslim countries, but I'm convinced that almost every single one of those women want to have their own husbands. I've met hundreds of thousands of people in the last few years, and I've only seen three healthy, stable relationships with three people. I knew these two guys who were models, and they were a gay couple. They were good friends with a girl who was a photographer's assistant, and one night they were hanging around drinking together, and she bet them a thousand dollars that if they gave it an open-minded try she could convert them both back to being straight in one night. Now the three of them have been together for over four years, and every time I see them they joke that she's still trying to convince them.

"Another example is these two girls in Chicago who were inseparable best friends. They did everything together, told each other all their secrets, spent all their time together. You know the type. Anyway, they realized that whenever one or both of them had boyfriends, they hardly saw each other, and they realized that eventually they'd probably both get married, have kids, maybe move away, and not be able to spend much time together. So they made this pact, and spent almost a year searching for the right guy, and when they found him, they took him home and banged his brains out, and now they have three kids, two by one girl and one by the other. He's simply ecstatic, and they're among the happiest people I know.

"And there was this trio I met in New York once. The man and his wife really loved each other, but they were really bad at communicating, so they were always having these really ugly arguments about stupid, trivial stuff. They finally broke up, and the wife moved in with her girlfriend. The girlfriend seduced her one night, and they did the girl-girl love thing for a couple of months. One night he comes over for dinner and tries to patch things up with his wife. Everything goes fine for a couple of hours, and then they get into another stupid fight. The girlfriend can't stand to see the wife hurting, and she's a really excellent communicator, so she does some moderating, and patches it up between them. They end up sharing a group hug, then a group kiss, then group sex. It's funny, because now they're all great friends and they all sleep together, and the wife loves the husband and the girlfriend, and they love her. But the husband and the girlfriend aren't in love with each other. On the other hand, the husband and the wife almost never speak to each other, they both just talk to the girlfriend, and communicate with each other through her.

"Anyway, the point is that it might work, but probably not, and we're really playing with fire here. If we try this and it doesn't work, we're going to hurt a hundred times more than if I simply left. I'm like most guys in that I'd love to be with two girls, any time, but I'm not the critical factor here. You two would have to be committed to caring for each other more than you care for me. When you walk into a room and see me making love to her, you'd have to feel a little jealous at having to share her with me. If either of you cared more for me than for each other, I think it would drive you two apart."

There was silence for a moment. Finally Amanda turned to Cindy, and said; "I love you enough that I'd give him up for you, Cindy. You love me enough that you are giving him up for me. I'm making love to him now. Are you jealous of me?"

"No!" Cindy insisted. "You two belong together! This is ridiculous, I'm leaving!" But Amanda's hand on her shoulder was all it took to hold her where she was.

"I need you to kiss him, Cindy. I need to know if it makes me jealous to see that." But Cindy only shook her head and lowered her eyes. Amanda threw her leg over Corey so that she was facing him again, and turned Cindy to face him as well.

"Look at him, Cindy. Isn't he beautiful? You must want to kiss him. If you've fallen in love with him, you must want to do at least that with him. C'mon. Just lean over and give him a little kiss, just so I know how it makes me feel. Please? For me?"

The whole time she was saying this, Amanda pushed Cindy closer and closer to Corey. When her face was about nine inches away from Corey's Cindy closed her eyes and let Amanda slowly push her into contact with him. When her lips were about a quarter inch away Corey kissed her, as softly and as gently as he could, just teasing her lips with his. Amanda leaned over to get a good view. Cindy held still, her lips slightly parted, and let herself be kissed by him. He began to make a little more contact, and gently rubbed his mouth on hers as he kissed her. Finally, Cindy moved her lips a little, then a little more, and ever so slowly, she began to kiss him back. Her passion slowly grew over a three-minute length of time till she was kissing him actively. Her arms slowly rose until they were about to wrap around his head or neck, then paused in mid-air, hovering two inches from touching him for a full minute. Then her resistance crumbled, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily, like she was starved to death for the touch of him. She murmured into his mouth as she kissed him: `I love you. I love you. I love you...'

"Oh god, that looks so hot, I think I'm gonna cum!" Amanda whispered quietly. She rubbed herself a few times, and had a nice little orgasm watching them kiss.

Corey was quickly reaching maximum rampancy, and began gently thrusting inside Amanda. Sooner than he would have believed he was on the verge of climaxing, and was losing his ability to concentrate on kissing Cindy.

"He's gonna cum inside me, Cindy." Amanda told her quietly. "How do you feel about that?"

Cindy pulled back enough to watch his face, and gently caressed it, watching the parade of emotion and expression on his face as he began to climax inside her sister.

"That's so beautiful." she whispered reverently. "I wish you were coming inside me. And now, I am lost."

"The only thing you've lost is this stubborn battle to give up all your happiness for my sake." Amanda told her firmly, reaching forward to brush a strand of Corey's hair from his forehead. "Come on, Cindy, give it up. Take the happiness that's right there in front of you. Kiss him some more; you know you want to. And the next time he cums, it will be inside you. (Oh. It's pumping into me. I just love how that feels.)"

But Cindy just continued watching him and lightly caressing him as his climax ran it's course. Amanda felt a little piqued, so she leaned over and kissed him herself as he finished climaxing, kissed him as deeply and as well as she could, her tongue alive inside his mouth. Just before she broke the kiss she looked at Cindy out of the corner of her eye, and found Cindy was smiling gently at her.

"Corey, can I take it out of me now? I really have to go. And the bathroom has a bidet. I've always wanted to try one, and I'll never need to more than now."

"Yah, I have to go too." he told her as he caught his breath. "But just let me savor one more minute, the very last minute of taking your virginity."

"Wow" Cindy said quietly. "You're still losing your virginity. That's..." and she faltered, unable to find words for how she felt.

He gently pumped it into Amanda a few more times, but he was finally losing his hard-on, and when he was so soft that he just folded up outside her instead of pushing into her he said:

"Okay. That's all I can do for now."

Amanda slowly raised herself off him until his flaccid member flopped against his belly, sticky and shiny with their juices. Amanda immediately pressed one hand against her pussy, holding her lips together to prevent all the liquid inside her from flooding out onto him and the bed. She lay down on him and snuggled her head into the hollow of his shoulder on the other side from Cindy.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me, Corey. And thank you for everything you've done for me, and for making this possible, Cindy. I really hope you can find happiness with us. I never thought I'd be this happy again, and I'm so glad you're here."

"Thank you for your virginity, Amanda. I'll always treasure this memory." He turned to Cindy. "And thank you. You may be the most generous person I've ever met, and I really hope you'll stay with us."

"You're welcome, Corey." Amanda told him sweetly. She climbed unsteadily from the bed, and made her way to the bathroom, walking funny, one hand still pressed against herself. Over her shoulder she said;

"Why don't you clean him up a bit, Cindy. Use the cloth in the blue bowl on the nightstand." Just before the door closed behind her, they heard her mutter; "Oh God, my pussy is so sore..."

There was a moment of somewhat strained silence, then Cindy glanced at the bowl and asked him;

"Can I?"

"Sure." He said, surprised at the shy hesitancy in her voice. She took the cloth and wrung it out. She sat back down on the bed beside him and looked at his naked maleness for a moment, as if unable to decide how to start. Finally she spread the cloth over her whole hand like she was too shy to touch it with her bare skin, and gently began to clean him.

"Mmmm, thank you." he murmured.

"You like that?" she asked.

"It's very nice." he replied. They were silent for a moment while she continued her ministrations. Then Corey asked; "What did she mean, that she tested me, and that I was balanced on the line?"

Cindy considered for a moment before replying;

"Do you think Amanda's beautiful, or sexy?"

"Of course, both, how could I not?" he replied, confused by the apparent change of subject.

"Why do you think she was still a virgin?" Cindy asked, never taking her eyes from his lower body. The question threw him for a loop.

"I, ah, I don't know." he stammered.

"You really don't understand her much, do you?" she asked. He thought about it.

"No, not much, but I'm trying to." he admitted.

"Amanda's a very sexual person," Cindy explained, "But she can't help the fact that she wants to be dominated, and to be hurt. Spanked I mean, although I'm afraid that if she isn't very well cared for she'll begin to want even more dangerous things. On the other hand she's very much afraid of being in an abusive relationship, of being seriously hurt, or beaten to death. As well she should be. Amanda realizes that she needs someone on the line, and who's completely in control of himself. On one side of the line are those who love to hurt people. On the other side of the line are guys who take no pleasure in it or find it disgusting, and she'd probably lose interest in a guy like that because he won't give her what she wants. Right on the line are guys who find it exciting but never do it because they recognize the danger, or just don't want to be that kind of person. How did she test you?"

The question caught him off guard for a second.

"She... she did this really submissive pose, and said `hurt me master'." he finally stammered.

"That would do it." Cindy stated. "She was supposed to be prepared to gouge your eyes and run, in case our estimates of you turned out to be wrong. Was she?"

"Not really. It made me so mad I jumped up and grabbed her. If I'd have wanted to hurt her, that would have been it. But you know, she wasn't worried for a second." Corey said.

"Well, she was pretty sure of you, and you passed with flying colors, so I guess that's okay." Cindy said. Suddenly, she turned and looked him right in the eyes.

"I love her, and care for her very much, and I know she loves and cares for me. We can love you because we know everything about you, everything, and we know exactly what you're really like, did you know that?" she asked intensely.

"Yes." he said.

"And so far we've been right, you've been exactly what we thought you'd be, right down to the surprising flashes of insight everybody mentioned. But you don't know us, you don't understand us, even though you have a rough idea. How can you say you'll love us?"

He was taken aback for a moment by her intensity, but soon collected his thoughts.

"Cindy, I really, really wish I could promise that I'll love you both, but that wouldn't be right. All I can promise is that I'll try to love you, and I can promise that I'll always treat you well, with affection and respect. I didn't start any of this, either with her or with you, and I don't know if I'd have chosen to, but it's too late now, I'm going farther off the deep end with every passing second. I just hope you girls take it easy on me. I'm not indestructible either, you know." She kept looking him in the eyes for another moment before she spoke.

"Thank you, Corey. That's what I needed to hear you say. But you still seem too eager to try to love me, considering we just met a few minutes ago."

He thought about it for a few seconds.

"Amanda showed me the note. From your dad. Because I made her do it. She told me how you've been there for her since then. I imagined how you two must've felt, going through all of that. It really affected me."

She leaned forward until their lips met in a deep and gentle kiss. While they were kissing she laid her bare hand on his manhood, started to close her hand around it. He grasped her firmly by the shoulders and pushed her away from him.

"Please stop." he told her. She got a look on her face like a little kid with her hand caught in the cookie jar, and removed her hand from him with a jerk.

"Hey, take it easy." he hastened to reassure her. "It's just that I desperately need to pee as soon as Amanda gets out of the bathroom, and if you make me hard again I'm not going to be able to. After that I hope we can explore each other, as long as you and Amanda both feel comfortable with that. In the meantime, there's a few things I'd like to ask you, if it's okay."

"Oh. Okay. Sure, go ahead." Cindy told him, re-collecting herself.

"How did you get everyone I knew to talk to you about me? Amanda told me you even got all my old girlfriends to discuss our sexual relationships. I'm still friends with all of them, except the ones I've lost contact with, and even they were all friendly breakups. I don't understand why they would tell anything personal to a stranger."

"Well, I told some that I was conducting social psychology research on the celebrity phenomenon in the industrialized world." Cindy explained. "I'd bump into them in public like it was random, or show up on their doorstep like I was going door to door. I had a clipboard full of case sheets that were stamped `Confidential' and I made sure they saw me write them up anonymously, as `subject 247', or whatever. I told them I didn't want them to reveal any names, and that if they knew anyone who had become famous, I'd like to know how that person was affected by it. They were even loaded questions, almost an invitation for them to bitch about how you'd become greedy or a snob or ignored them since your success. But none of them ever did. They only had nice things to say about you. Your name wasn't mentioned, but because I already knew that they knew you, I could tell when it was you they were talking about. Mind you, I wasted a bunch of time because many of the people you know, know other famous people besides you.

"For your girlfriends, I'd just bump into them in a laundromat or something, and strike up a conversation about my actor boyfriend whom I'd just left. I'd bitch about his lovemaking in detail, and how inconsiderate he was, and how shitty he treated me, and swear to never go out with another guy in show business ever again, because they were all assholes. It was almost an engraved invitation for them to say: `Hey, I know exactly what you mean, I used to go out with this singer who was such a creep...'. And every single one of them said, `Hey, you can't write off every single guy in show business, I used to go out with this musician who was so sweet...'. For a while I couldn't see how you could be so nice and not be married already. But then I saw that you always picked career and goal oriented women who weren't in a position to initiate a permanent relationship at the time. You seem to have mastered the art of the quality, six month relationship."

"Huh. I never thought of it like that." Corey said. "I guess you're right though. And nobody caught on?"

"I'd change my appearance and my voice a little each time. I used a lot of conversational things like that. Most people figure it's okay to say anything about you to anyone, as long as they don't say exactly who it is they're talking about. The only person who saw through me was your mom. I went through my whole research spiel. She just looked at me for a few seconds and said: `Now tell me what you're really here for.' It took the wind out of my sails, I can sure tell you that."

"I'm not surprised." Corey said a bit smugly. "I could never put anything over on her for a second. What'd you do?"

"I told her the truth, completely and immediately." Cindy stated. "When somebody is that sharp, I want them on my side. Once she knew what I was really up to she brought me in and set me down with a cup of tea and started to tell me all about you. She's very, very proud of you, you know."

"Yah, I know. She'll sit and talk about me to anyone who'll listen, for hours." Corey said with some embarrassment. "So what did she think of your investigation?"

"Well, once she knew I didn't mean you any harm, she was a great help. She let me have access to all her mementos of you, and set up interviews with the rest of your family. She'd just tell them: 'This girl wants to talk to you about Neil', and her say-so was good enough for them. It's a good thing you grew up in northern California; I couldn't have afforded to check you out if you lived any farther away. We've gotten to be close friends, your mom and me. I call her up more often than you do. She thinks I'm a damn fool for setting you up with Amanda, though. For the last couple of weeks she's been more than hinting that I should try to get you for myself, because she thinks I'd be good for you, but I just remind her that she's never met Amanda. She planted the thought in my head, though, and I think she's the biggest factor in why I fell in love with you. I even want to call you Neil."

"You want to call him what?" Amanda asked, emerging from the bathroom with a towel around her hips.

"Oh. Listen, Amanda, I didn't tell you absolutely everything about him." Cindy giggled as Amanda climbed onto the bed, her naked breasts wiggling enticingly. "For one thing, I'd like you to meet Cornelius Sergei Mikhailovitch, known by his nickname until the age of twenty one and to his immediate family, as Neil."

"Cornelius Sergei Mikhailovitch? No way!" Amanda laughed. "Cornelius! That's hilarious!"

"Cornelius going to the bathroom." he mock-growled, "And that's still Corey to you, and don't you forget it. Cindy, if you want to call me Neil, fine, but not in public. I'll be with you girls in a minute." he said, closing the bathroom door behind him.

"Well Cindy," Amanda asked with a grin, "Is he, or is he not, more delicious than you bargained for?"

"Mmm, he sure is." Cindy agreed. Then she took both of Amanda's hands in hers and asked her earnestly; "Are we sure we want to do this Amanda? Doesn't it strike you as strange that you're asking me to share your relationship with him? I mean, I'm starting to get so hopeful, but I'm so afraid of being ridiculed for being in some kind of a three way relationship, and I'm so afraid of what will happen to us if this doesn't work."

"I really want this, Cindy." Amanda stated earnestly. "It feels so right to me, and I like the idea better all the time. I never thought about the possibility of hurting you by leaving you here alone, and up till now I never thought about how much I'd hurt to not be around you much any more. You've been my whole family, and the biggest part of my personal life for four years, and I don't want to lose that.

"Corey seems okay with it, and he's risking more than us. If we mess up his image with the fans, he could lose millions in record sales. I'm not saying we should hide it if we do this, but we should be discreet, and not volunteer it to the media. And besides, when you kissed Corey, wow! That was the sexiest thing I ever saw!"

Cindy closed her eyes, thoughtful and pensive.

"Just think about it, okay? No need to make any decisions right this second." Amanda said. Suddenly she bounced off the bed, and headed for the fridge behind the bar.

"Am I ever starved! And I bet Corey is too!" She grabbed an empty ice bucket from under the bar and opened the fridge.

"What've we got?" She asked aloud, grabbing a few items and tossing them in the bucket. She put a quart of milk under the arm with the bucket, grabbed a quart of apple juice in her other hand, and closed the fridge with her toe.

"Hey, there's some fruit an stuff here too." Cindy called, indicating the tray on the nightstand. She had removed the towel that had hid the items on the tray that hadn't been used the night before, revealing a bowl that had been fruit on ice and was now merely fruit in cold water, including light grapes, cherries, mandarin oranges, and half a cantaloupe; an unopened can of smoked oysters and another of baby shrimp; a package of stoned wheat crackers, and a handful of Belgian milk chocolates. Also, there was bottle of aromatic massage oil, a tube of clear gel lubricant, a paring knife, and a mickey of vodka.

"He likes to be prepared, doesn't he?" Amanda commented to Cindy with a smile as they considered the tray's contents.

"I can sure go for a shot of this!" Cindy said as she unscrewed the vodka bottle and took a sip straight from the neck.

"Hey, c'mon, you'll spoil your breakfast!" Amanda chided. Just then Corey emerged from the bathroom, wearing another towel around his waist.

"Look at that, Cindy. That's exactly how he looked when I first saw him here last night." Amanda pointed out. They watched him walk across the room, and he watched them watching him. For some reason their open appraisal of him a made him a little embarrassed, and he smiled and blushed a little.

"I've got some breakfast here if you're hungry, Corey." Amanda said, setting the ice bucket and liquids on the tray and the tray in the center of the bed.

"Hey thanks, I'm starved!" He exclaimed. They all sat cross-legged around the tray and dug in. In the ice bucket Amanda had a hoagie, a submarine sandwich, a tub of cream cheese, four small tubs of strawberry yogurt, and a plastic envelope of carrot sticks. Corey wolfed down the sub and the hoagie, and they shared the remaining items about equally. No one spoke for ten minutes as they ate, till their appetites began to be sated. Finally Amanda turned to Cindy;

"Well Cindy, you're starting to make me a little uncomfortable."

"Hmf?" Cindy asked around a mouthful of carrot sticks and cream cheese.

"Well, here's me and Corey practically naked, and there you are covered up from head to foot. That doesn't seem fair, now does it? Aren't you going to show us your sexy new underwear?"

Cindy paused, then wiped her mouth with a napkin while she glanced from Amanda's to Corey's face. She started to slide off the bed, but then scooped a dollop of cream cheese out with her finger, and very deliberately stuck it to Amanda's left breast, on the top side of her nipple.

"Oooh, that's cold!" Amanda exclaimed. Corey and Cindy watched as she slowly and sensuously cupped the underside of her breast with her right hand and lifted while she bent her head. She lifted her nipple to her mouth and lightly sucked the creamy foodstuff off her breast's rapidly erecting peak. She left a layer of it still there, and left it smeared over her lips while she looked up and met Cindy's eye. She held her sister's gaze as she sensuously swirled the mouthful around with a mischievous smile. She leaned back on her hands and raised her bosom proudly.

"There's still a little left, Cindy." murmured Amanda. "Do you want it?"

"You're impossible, Amanda." Cindy said with a smile as she slid off the bed. "I have eight years sexual experience and you lost your virginity last night, and yet you make me feel like I'm the little sister and you're showing me the ropes."

"That's because I'm seducing you." Amanda told her softly. "I'll bet you've never been seduced by a girl before, so in this area I'm just as experienced as you."

"You're seducing me, are you?" Cindy asked with a smile. "You find me attractive? Sexy?" She undid the button on her jeans and slowly slid the zipper down. Hooking a thumb into either side of the waistband, she pushed them down to her knees and gracefully stepped out of them, standing proudly in her white sweater and sox and bright red panties. The front of the panties were a tiny triangle of red lace flowers, and the red satin spaghetti strings passed high over her hips. She turned slowly around, revealing that the back was a slightly larger triangle of red lace flowers that was cleverly seamed in the middle to tuck into the crack of her ass.

"Oh, I know you're sexy and attractive." Amanda re-assured her. "And I like touching you because you feel nice. But I don't lust after you, if that's what you mean. I find the thought of seducing you to be exciting because I might get you to do something that you've never done before, but mostly because I know that Corey will really love seeing it. I think it'll drive him completely wild, and that really excites me."

"Well," Cindy mused as she drew the sweater slowly over her head, "I can think of a few dozen ways I'd rather use to drive him wild, and you should take time to enjoy subtle things before you move on to extreme things."

She dropped the sweater behind her and cut the plastic tee from the side of her bra with the paring knife. She took a relaxed pose with one leg slightly bent in front a bit. She began a subtle motion, a barely detectable movement that was a hint of dance and a touch of sex and a bit of facial expression. Nonetheless, it conveyed a complete understanding of what every man finds desirable in a woman. Her tiny bra was only a completely transparent pair of red nylon triangles, outlined by the same quarter inch wide red lace flowers connected edge to edge that made up the straps. She had breasts that fashion designers would refer to as `classic B cup', and her straight blond hair shimmered in tiny waves down her back. She closed her eyes and leaned her head slowly back, inhaled deeply and barely licked her lips.

Corey had to reach down and adjust himself.

"She really has a point about this subtlety thing." Corey remarked in a low voice as he cleared his throat.

"Doesn't she?" Amanda returned with a smile. "Yah wanna get this while it's fresh, Corey?" He leaned over and quickly sucked the remaining cream cheese from her breast while she licked her lips. They shared a quick smile and returned their attention to Cindy, who was slowly beginning to rotate, bringing her lovely behind into view.

When she had gone all the way around, she climbed onto the bed and gracefully crawled toward Corey, her movement so smooth he couldn't feel it in the bed. When she reached him she softly laid her palm on the inside of his knee, and gradually slid her hand up his leg, out of sight under the towel. She cupped and caressed his balls so smoothly it felt like her hand had flowed around him. Suddenly, he found he was breathing hard, and sweat was forming on his brow. She withdrew her hand from the towel and held her body softly against his, barely touching from breast to hip. She moved around him till she was behind his right shoulder, and trailed soft kisses over his shoulder and along his neck. Reaching under his arms to rub his chest and hold his back against her nylon-coated nipples, she gently encouraged him to lean back against her. When he did, she laid him back on the bed beside her, trailing her subtle kisses down his chest and stomach. By the time he was all the way back she had reached the towel. Drawing back to watch, she slowly untied the knot and folded back the ends like she was unwrapping a treasure recovered from ages lost. He was so hard that it didn't lay on his stomach though he was on his back. Rather, it hung pulsing a quarter inch above his belly. She smiled at it, and lay down on him diagonally across his right arm with her chin resting on his belly, just close enough that she could reach out with her lips and kiss his opening. She began rubbing it firmly from head to root with her open hand, and murmuring something so softly he couldn't make out what she was saying. It reminded him of something and he couldn't place what it was, but it became obvious when she lightly scratched it just under the head.

`Wow, that's too weird,' he thought. `Like cuddling with a puppy.'

The concept became unignorable when Amanda quietly commented; "Aw, isn't he cute!"

He couldn't help but state in a low voice; "Now that's kinda out there." Both girls checked his expression to find him grinning back at them, and smiled.

"Hush, you big bully!" Cindy scolded him softly. "You'll hurt his feelings." she turned back to his maleness and smiled at it. "Besides, he likes it, don'tcha boy? And now he's gonna get the special treat, aren't yah boy? You're gonna be a real good boy for Cindy aren't you? Huh? Do yah want the special treat? Huh? Do yah? Okay, here yah go!"

She placed both hands flat against his hips and gently kissed all over the head with little kisses. Then she closed her eyes and rubbed her face up and down his shaft a few times. Finally she licked her lips to wet them and kissed him right on the very tip. She pushed her lips against him firmly, and very slowly opened their circle as she pushed them over his head, her mouth flowing warmly around him.

Eyes still closed, she began subtly nursing on it and caressing the rim with her lips while she took a series of slow deep breaths through her nose. Then she held her breath and continued pushing her lips slowly down his shaft. When she had about five inches of him in she seemed to have reached a constriction in her throat. She paused, moved her head a little to approach him from a slightly different angle, and tried again. Still unable to go any farther, she pulled back till only the head was in her mouth, and took a few deep breaths while laving his head with her tongue and applying a gentle suction. She moved sideways a bit to be more aligned atop his body and not have to bend his shaft as far to the side. Holding another breath she started back down his shaft again, and this time when she reached the place she had stopped before she only slowed, didn't quite stop, and kept going ever so slowly for another two inches, then paused. Her belly fluttered as she controlled her natural reactions with a practiced application of will power, then slid firmly down on him another inch.

"Oh! Oh!" Corey breathed tensely, amazement at both the sight and the sensation plain on his face.

"Wow! That's impossible!" Amanda exclaimed quietly.

Cindy held there for another thirty seconds, then pulled back for another series of deep breaths through her nose. This time she simply held his head in her mouth while she caught her breath, then gradually descended upon him again. She was barely moving when she got to the last two inches, yet still she continued till her chin and lower lip were pressed hard into the hair over his pubic bone. Her jaws were open so far they ached, even her lips were stretched a bit around his base, and she knew she'd have never got him down her throat if he'd been the tiniest bit larger.

Corey and Amanda could only stare incredulously. Cindy lifted two inches, descended, lifted, descended, drew all the way back till she was barely kissing the little slit in the end of his dick, and smoothly descended till she was pressed hard against him, the tip of her nose against his scrotum. She did it again, all the way out and back down, a little faster this time. Finally she drew all the way back and softly said to him;

"I love you Corey. You can put your hands on my head and guide me, but be gentle. I'll tap you when I need to breathe." She drew three deep breaths through her mouth and took him all the way down one more time, then pulled back about three inches and held. He lightly caressed her pantied little bum, her back, her neck. Her hair was fine and soft, like gossamer. Holding her head very lightly with both hands he softly and experimentally pushed the rest of his manhood into her mouth. She accepted it almost effortlessly, maintaining a moist sucking, a slippery pressure upon him everywhere. Holding her head a little more firmly, he drew out about seven inches and slid it back in, and groaned deeply. He bobbed the last inch out and in a few times, and got that impending feeling. He drew his hands back from her head.

She pulled back off him and whispered; "It's okay. You can go all the way in me.", and slid her pretty mouth down his pole again. His breath caught in his throat, and his voice was ragged as an almost whining moan of pure joyful anticipation escaped him. He took firm hold of her head and began stroking it into her mouth steadily, and he began to shake. He was absolutely mind-blown by the talented and skilled display of sensuous oral loving Cindy was giving him. Amanda was also flabbergasted by what she was seeing. She reached out and lightly stroked Cindy's throat, stunned in amazement at the sight and feel of his throbbing largeness sliding completely into her mouth and down her throat. Cindy tapped his stomach lightly three times with her open hand, and he forced himself to release her, holding his arms up shakily as if in surrender. Cindy pulled back till her lips were just past his head. She sucked on him fairly hard, and rubbed her mouth and tongue all over his dickhead as she caught her breath through her nose. He'd have come right then and there, except that he was distracted by the sounds Amanda was making.

Amanda sat beside him on his left, cross-legged Indian style with both hands busy between her legs, her tense face held less than a foot from Cindy's, captivated. Her excitement was obvious in her voice and her breathing. Corey and Cindy spared her a long glance before Cindy renewed her envelopment of his manhood, recapturing his full attention.

She held with most of his length in her mouth, and he resumed his firm grip on her head. He stroked most of his length into her mouth several times, and his orgasm jumped on him by surprise. His whole body spasmed and he rose onto his heels and shoulder blades. He seemed to fight for breath as he held himself inside her all the way as hard as he dared for three pumps of his fluid, then began a series of steady one inch thrusts. Out an inch, then back in with a little pressure at the end, while his body wracked it's way to ecstasy. It seemed to affect Cindy not at all, that far down her throat his cock was delivering dose after dose of his liquid into her body. Though it sometimes seemed to Amanda that Cindy's lips might be bruised by the force with which Corey held them against his body, Cindy only stroked his balls calmly and affectionately with one hand as his climax ran it's course. Finally he was only stroking his little thrusts into her mouth occasionally as he rode the exquisite sensitivity of the afterglow.

Then she did something that brought his amazement to a new high point. She swallowed. A wave of constriction passed from his root to his head. It squeezed him so hard that he grunted and curled up around her head, his knees raised high and his abs flexed hard. She did it again and he yelped and whined like a puppy, shaking like a leaf. She did it a third time and he let out a yell that was almost a scream and recoiled from her, his back arched hard and his hands tangling in the sheets. She began swallowing continuously, and he dissolved into helpless convulsions as the waves of pressure and friction running continuously down his length drove him into overload. She grasped him on the back of his thighs to hold herself in place as he thrashed, her swallowing squeezing him hard enough to be on the sweet verge of pain. He regained enough control that he could put a hand on the back of her head and hold her to him firmly in a vain reflex to hold her still, and she continued her relentless stimulation of him while he stared wide eyed and mindlessly at the ceiling. Finally she stopped, and held still for long seconds, just as Amanda's climax seized her body and she let herself fall sideways on the bed, moaning and rubbing herself.

Cindy lightly slapped Corey's leg three times quickly and he removed his hand from her head. She pulled herself off him completely and immediately began panting like a steam engine through her nose and mouth. Her face was crimson from pushing her ability to hold her breath, and Corey realized she had held it for almost three minutes. His dick still hovered a half inch above his belly, shiny with her saliva, and it was Cindy's turn to be surprised. She held three fingertips together and pressed them against the very root of his cock by his anus. Still pressing firmly, she slowly drew them up, sliding them between his balls and up the length of his dick to squeeze the last dollop of his fluid from him and into her waiting mouth. She sucked it off the end of his cock and swirled it, and smiled.

"Oooh, that looks so sexy!" Amanda cooed. "Does it taste good? Can I have some Cindy? Please?"

Cindy grinned at her. She crawled sensuously over Corey to where Amanda's head was pillowed on her arm beside Corey. Throwing a leg over Amanda she kneeled astride her belly. Leaning down and holding Amanda's head firmly between both hands, Cindy kissed her deeply and hard, sharing Corey's love liquid with her sister.

Amanda grabbed Cindy's wrists and accepted her kiss with surprise at the sudden-ness of it. Then she was surprised at the fact that Cindy had let Corey's come flow into her mouth, and then she was surprised at the taste of it. It seemed vaguely familiar, and then she placed her deja vu: it reminded her of the taste of her own sexual secretions, and this similarity pleased her in a way she could not define. She swallowed, and her thoughts took on a deliciously naughty, talk-dirty kind of feel that was tremendously exciting;

'I have Corey's come in my mouth, and I'm swallowing it.' Amanda thought with a shiver. 'My sister Cindy gave it to me from her mouth. She's kissing me... and... she's... very good at it, too.'

Cindy pulled back and smiled at Amanda from a few inches away.

"Be careful what you wish for." Cindy whispered to her, and gave her a little peck on the end of the nose. She rolled off Amanda, lay on her back, and lifted her legs high in the air with her toes pointed. She lifted her hips off the bed, and peeled her tiny red panties off her behind, slowly drew them up her legs, and off. Setting them aside she rolled over to hands and knees and began crawling around Amanda toward Corey, looking him in the eye with a smile.

"Cindy, wait!" Amanda said. "Can we show it to him first, please? You're so beautiful down there, I know he'd like to see you show him."

As she asked she was coaxing Cindy into leaning back on her elbows with guiding little pushes. Cindy blushed pink but allowed Amanda to gently lean her back.

"C'mere." Amanda said to Corey with a little hand wave. He sat up and leaned forward to get a closer position beside Amanda at Cindy's feet. Like unveiling an art work, she slid her hands between Cindy's thighs and gently pushed her closed legs about a third of the way open.

"There." Amanda presented proudly. "Isn't that the prettiest one you've ever seen anywhere?" Cindy blushed crimson.

Her pubic hair was also light blond, almost white but with a touch of yellow tones, and completely straight, without a hint of curl or kink. It seemed like it stopped growing when it was an inch long, and she kept it combed down smoothly over her mound. She seemed to have as many pubic hairs per square inch as she had on her head, but each one was extremely soft and fine, perhaps as thick as her arm hairs were. Depending how the dim light reflected off her delicate muff, it sometimes only seemed to be a semi-transparent sheen. It's color was a delicious contrast to the bright, light pink color of her nether lips, (about the same color as her tongue, he thought), and the almost white light pink of her surrounding skin. Her mound had a touch of plumpness, and as he watched the very tip of her clitoris began to peek through, becoming just visible.

"You're right." he told Amanda. "Perfection. Absolutely... delicious."

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