Barb-a-que2

I grabbed my sister Sheila as she walked by where I was sitting and pulled her onto my lap. It was purely an impulsive move…or maybe not. I’d been obsessing about Sheila and my other sister Vanessa for a while. My name is Eric and I’m 16 years old. If you read “Barb-a-que” you know how I lost my virginity and acquired two lovers in one eventful day. That was almost a year ago. One lover was my own mother and the other was a friend of hers, Mrs. Alice Perry. I knocked up both women. Alice has already given birth to my daughter, Erica. It took a while longer to knock up my mom but her belly is now beginning to swell as a result of my efforts. My fantasy is to do the same thing to my two married sisters.

“What are you doing? Let go of me,” Sheila demanded. I ignored her and prevented her from moving off my lap by wrapping my arm around her waist. “Mom, Eric’s being a brat.” Our mom had just walked out of the kitchen and placed a casserole dish on the dining room table.

“Get off his lap then,” Mom replied before disappearing back into the kitchen.

“I’m not–,” Sheila started to protest but when she lost her audience she tried to wiggle away again. I had a nice boner going by then and she couldn’t help but feel it on the back of her thigh. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m having a nice feel,” I said and placed my free hand on her upper thigh and began to caress it. Unfortunately, my sister was wearing jeans.

“Don’t,” Sheila said and made a futile effort to move my hand away. “I’m gonna slap your face in about two seconds,” she warned.

“Don’t be that way,” I said as if she was being completely unreasonable. I decided to be up front about what I wanted. “Why don’t we go upstairs to my room and fuck?” There was no sense in beating around the bush about it. At least Sheila now knew my intentions.

“What!” Sheila gasped. “You twerp! I’m your sister.”

“So what?” I said. I moved my hand to the top of her thighs and caressed her snatch through the fabric of her jeans to let her know I was serious. She gasped again.

“Stop it,” Sheila whined. “I’m gonna tell Robert what you said.” Robert is her husband. He’s a middle management type and is on the road quite often. Sheila doesn’t like to stay in their apartment alone so she stays with us a lot. My sister is 21 years old and has been married for a couple of years.

“Think about it at least, okay?” I offered. “I’ll ask you again later.”

“I’ll think about it,” Sheila promised. I didn’t think she was serious. She just wanted to get out of my clutches. “Now let go of me.”

“Give me a big kiss and I’ll know you’re serious,” I demanded.

“Only in your dreams!” my sister shot back and struggled some more so I sneaked my hand under her top and unhooked her bra. I’d been practicing that move with Mom and Alice and I’ve gotten pretty good at it. Sheila turned a bright red in her face. She looked toward the kitchen door and then leaned down and presented her lips to mine. I jammed my tongue into her mouth while kissing her and slipped my hand under her top and loosened bra to cup her bare tit. She squealed in muffled protest but was helpless to prevent it. I heard a car door slam and knew my dad was home. I ended our kiss and let go of her. She jumped up and glared at me.

If looks could kill I’d be dead by now. Sheila didn’t say anything but stomped away to go meet Dad at the door. What the hell I decided. I followed close behind and when she reached an old alcove I grabbed her again and pulled her struggling figure behind the curtain. My parents’ house is kind of old and has things like alcoves. “Damn you! Not again!” I muffled her protests with my hand and our Dad walked right past without noticing us.

“Hi, honey,” Dad said. “How’s my baby doin’?” Mom was back out of the kitchen. He kissed his wife and caressed her belly. I smirked a bit. My dad thought he was the father.

“He’s doing just fine,” Mom said and kissed him back.

“Where’s Eric and Sheila?”

“I don’t know,” Mom replied. “They won’t come until called. I’m sure of it.”

“Can’t you wait until tonight?” What the heck was Mom doing?

“I want it now.” My mother stepped away from Dad, pulled up her skirt, yanked down her panties and braced herself over the back of the sofa. Sheila and I gasped. I’d forgotten I was holding my sister against her will and had let go of her but Sheila made no move to escape.

“The kids, June!” Dad looked nervously around but he couldn’t see us.

“Joe Oliver,” Mom said, “if you don’t start fucking me right this second I’m not going to let you touch me again for the next two years.” Dad took another look around and stepped up behind his wife. “Make it good,” Mom ordered and gasped as Dad penetrated her snatch. They were fucking in the front room! Mom turned her head and looked directly at our hiding place. I finally figured out that Mom was helping me seduce Sheila. She must have been spying on us from the kitchen. I didn’t waste any more time. I freed my stiff prick from my pants. I then put my fingers inside the waist of Sheila’s jeans and yanked them and her panties down below her knees.