Little Sister’s Dilemma – Part IV (Conclusion)

I’ve had several PM’s requesting a conclusion for this series. It’s taken me a while to put something together that took the story where I wanted it to go, and exposed me to some concepts that I would have otherwise never considered. Here is the conclusion to that series.

This is a work of fiction. I’ve done some research to get most of my facts correct. I’ve enjoyed both writing this series, and developing a plausible storyline. Any similarities between this story and persons alive or dead is purely coincidental. Mind you, if the opportunity ever arose . . . !

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[b]Little Sister’s Dilemma – Part IV[/b]

Joanne and I watched Sarah’s car disappearing through the trees of Palisade Lake campgrounds as it took her back to the city, leaving the two of us to enjoy our week of isolation. The whole day had been one of discovery, not only of ourselves, but also of a part of us that we never suspected might exist. What had started out that day as a bit of exhibitionism had turned out to be something more intimate, more perverse, and more exciting than any of us would have guessed. We had all masturbated in the presence of each other, but Sarah’s inability to make herself cum had called to both my sister and myself to help her achieve that sexual release that she so desperately wanted, but couldn’t quite make happen. While Joanne had lovingly fondled and caressed Sarah’s breasts, I had licked and sucked her swollen clit until she finally exploded in a much sought afer climax.

The experience had left all of us wanting something more, but none of us knew what, or how far we would comfortably go as a trio. We had silently acknowledged that we wanted to find out, although it was at Sarah’s insistence that we postponed further exploration until the following weekend. Her hope was that my little sister and I would have the freedom to express our love for each other without restriction, that we would get to know one another more intimately, and that we would find enough love to make a place for her in our little circle of lust. As much as I felt impatient to delve deeper into the realms of a threesome, and as my sister still tried to resolve the dilemma of her budding bisexuality, I knew Sarah was right. We did need the time to find ourselves, and each other. But it didn’t change the fact that I wanted Sarah, too, and so did my sister. It created an unspoken understanding between the two of us that our interests were a little more far-reaching than anyone could have hinted to us.

“Jim,” my sister broke the silence, “what just happened here, this afternoon?” It was a question that had run through my mind as well, but for which I had no answer either.

“I’m not sure, Sis,” I mumbled as though someone else might be listening in, “but I sure would love to find out. I could have killed that girl this morning, but now? Now I want to make love to her, and to you, and be a part of the loving between you two. God damn, this has gotten me confused!”

Joanne wrapped her arm around my waist and pulled me a little closer to her, and in reply I put my arm around her shoulders. We held each other that way, feeling very comfortable, and returned to the campsite to clean up after the supper all three of us had shared. It was only after I’d started another fire for the evening that Joanne came out of her reclusive shell, and opened up the discussion of what we were both feeling inside.

“Jim, remember when we first had sex together, and I wondered if I was a lesbian? I thought I’d found the answer when you made love to me that day. God, your cock deep inside me felt so good! I never wanted to have that feeling go away. I’ve loved you for my whole life, but that day, I fell in love with you, too. But this afternoon, when I was playing with Sarah’s boobs, I wanted her and you, both at the same time. As if that isn’t confusing enough, I wanted to be there while you had her, too, with the three of us all making love to each other. Shit, if you thought I was confused before, big brother, you ain’t seen nothing yet! Am I right when I say that you’ll help me find some answers? Are you still the same brother that I grew up with, the one that’s always been there when I needed an ear to bend, a shoulder to cry on, and a friend to help sort out my mixed-up mind?”

I leaned forward in my chair as I extended both hands to my sister, offering her a place of refuge from the confusion of her dilemma, and she willingly accepted my offer. I could see the anguish of her soul by the look in her eyes and the worry on her face.

“Yeah, I’m still here for you, Jo. You’ve made me fall in love with you, and I promised myself that any time you needed me, I’d be there. This is no different. But as for being confused, I’m not sure which one of us is more so. Like you, all I wanted when I ate Sarah’s pussy was to help her, to make that frustration of not being able to cum go away. But when she finally did achieve orgasm, and she flooded me with her juices, I wanted her, too. Not more than I want you, or less, but in addition to being your lover. And the really confusing part? When I saw you feeling her breasts up, I knew you wanted her as much as you’ve ever wanted me, and I wanted you to be able to have her without having to give me up. Even now, after we’ve had a couple of hours for the heat of lust to die down, I still want that.”

Joanne got out of her chair and came to me, sitting on my lap, holding me and pulling me tight to her vibrant young body. I looked up to see her face, and was greeted by her lips pressing on mine, her tongue pushing its way past my own lips as she sought to capture both my tongue and my heart. It felt like the most soul-searing kiss I could ever imagine existing. She held me prisoner like that for several minutes, my very existence hers to do with as she pleased, and I knew that I would never be able to live without this young woman as a major part of my life.

“I love you, Jim” she whispered as we finally broke apart. “Of all the guys I could be with right now, you’re the only one that would love me like this, and still be able to understand my confusion the way you do. Would you be able to handle both Sarah and me as lovers, though? Not just Sarah and I together, but all three of us, loving each other, making love to each other, and being a part of each other’s lives? Can you handle that? More to the point, would you want to try something like that? I need to know, Jim, because I think I have a tough choice to make here. On the one hand, I really am falling in love with Sarah, and I can’t deny it. But I love you, too, and just as much as one girl can love a guy. I need your support if I’m to resolve this question inside me, and I do have to resolve it. Right now, I feel that I can count on you to be there.” 

I was still in a daze, and the confusion in my head wasn’t getting any better. I suggested that we take a walk to clear our heads, hoping that the exercise might help us both sleep a little better that night. It was a warm night for April, and even though we needed sweaters, we left our jackets behind. Striking out on the trail that led around the lake, we walked closely together, Joanne’s arm around my waist and mine over her shoulder. The silence combined with the warmth of my sister’s body to settle an aura of peace over both of us, and I let my mind go blank. It was about fifteen minutes later that my sister said anything, but she sure got my attention.

“You think she’s home yet?” Jo broke the silence. I glanced at my watch. Three hours since Sarah had left, and this was the first mention of her since just after she’s left.

“Yeah, she should be. Hell, she’d better be, or I’m gonna smack her little ass. I wish our phones worked out here, because I’d feel a whole lot better knowing she was safe and sound. You too?” I responded.

“Yeah, I would. Funny thing, though. This is the first time since just after she left that I’ve thought about Sarah, and now I can’t help but wonder if she’s alright. That’s not an omen of some sort, is it?” I chuckled in an attempt to defuse the worry that we both felt for my sister’s friend, but deep down inside, I had the same question. Trying to buoy my sister’s spirits a bit, I pulled her tight to me, and she responded by laying her head against my chest, then leaning up and kissing me lightly on the cheekbone.

“I do love you, ya know” she whispered in my ear. “This thing with Sarah is kind of a fantasy, but with you, it’s real, and it’s something that I want as much as I need for you to want me, too.” Then while still holding me with one arm, she somehow managed to wrap her other arm around my belly without missing a step. “Jim, maybe we should head back. Would you mind?”

“No, I don’t mind. Why? Are you getting cold or something?” I inquired, ready to lend her my sweater if she was.

“Nope, not cold at all. It’s just that the things I’m gonna do to you tonight are getting me so damned hot that I think I’m gonna have to rinse out these panties in the morning. So unless you want me to do you right here on this trail, I’d like to get back to the tent as soon as we can.” There was that lustful tone of hers that made my blood boil, and I almost spun her around to chase her back. For some reason, though, I just wanted to tease her a bit.

“Right here on the trail, huh? Just what did you have in mind, Miss Houghton? Hmm?” I goaded her. Teasing a horny woman is never a good idea. Teasing my sister when she’s horny is downright suicidal, as I was about to find out.

“Jim Houghton, are you daring me?” my little sister demanded. I hoped that keeping my big mouth shut would save my ass. Yeah right! Maybe on the day that pigs learn to fly, but this wasn’t that day.

In some kind of retaliatory move, Jo let her hand drop from my belly to my groin, where she searched for my cock through my jeans, and began to rub it sensuously. Flaccid City instantly became a distant memory as my cock hardened under her fingers. I must have moaned in delight, because my sister giggled softly for a moment, then began to raise the temperature of my lower body, and the pressure of my bloodstream.

“You asked for it, Buddy,” she growled with a malicious sexiness to her tone, “and now you’re gonna get it. I’ll make you cum if you don’t behave, and you’d better do exactly as you’re told!” I was vaguely aware of fingers on the front of my jeans, and heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. But when Joanne slipped her hand into my pants, I must have been wide-eyed to anyone that might have been looking. Not only did she have her entire hand in there, but she’d also managed to hook her fingers over the waistband of my briefs and inside their barrier. I felt her fingers wrap themselves around my cock, then begin to slide up and down my length. God, her touch felt so damned good. In retaliation, I slid my hand off her shoulder and down her back to her waist, finding that she was wearing something with an elastic waistband. I slipped past it and her panties, lightly rubbing her firm ass, my middle finger tracing itself between her cheeks until I felt her puckered little rosebud. Tentatively I pushed against it, and Joanne moaned with delight.

“Pull your cock out” she demanded, and I untangled myself long enough to do as I was told. Unfastening the button, I dropped my pants and removed my briefs, then pulled my pants back up so that my cock and my balls were hanging out the front, my erection pointing the way forward. I stuffed my briefs into one of my back pockets, then made myself prone to whatever my little sister had in mind. “Put you hand back in my ass again. Your finger on my hole feels so good” I was ordered. With my manhood that vulnerable, who was I to refuse? My fingertip found her brown one-eye, and I started to tickle her rear entrance again. It was just then that Joanne grabbed my throbbing cock and began to stroke me slowly but insistently. I could feel her milking my pre-cum out of my hole, smearing my juices the full length of me as she began to push and pull my cock with lustful determination. “More” was all she said, although it was all that needed to be said, and I eased my finger into her ass up to the first knuckle. “Deeper” she commanded, so I slipped my finger in to the second knuckle. “I said more” I was told, and in compliance, I sunk my entire finger into her rectum until I was buried as deep as I could get, then began to wiggle the tip as I started to finger-fuck her ass. “Mmm, that’s better” she finally rewarded my efforts.

Still fondling each other, we started to walk back towards the campsite, me fingering my little sister’s ass, and her stroking and jacking my cock. In the cool evening air, it had to be one of the most sensual acts of depravity I’d ever imagined. My cock continuously twitched whenever Jo’s hand pulled on me as she slid from the base to the tip. She’d squeeze my purple helmet every time her thumb and forefinger ran over the ridge, milking more of my juice and smearing it all over my shaft as she returned from my cockhead to the base again. I didn’t dare interrupt her with mere words, as there were enough groans of pleasure erupting from my chest to get the message across. What she was doing to me was heavenly.

“God, I love how you finger my asshole” my little sister growled lustfully. “I think I’m gonna wet my panties in a minute! You’re gonna make me cum, you pervert! And just to get back at you, I’m gonna jack you off and make you spurt your cum all over the place. How’s that grab you, huh?” Just her threats were almost enough to make me cream, but I had one last ace to play in this little game.

“Finger yourself, Jo. I dare you” I murmured in her ear. My suggestion was met with the feel of her other hand sliding into her pants, then her panties, and the oscillating pressure of fabric being manipulated as she began to rub her finger over her clit.

“Oh God, yeah!” Joanne growled. “Too bad I’m wearing pants, or you could watch me, couldn’t you. Wouldn’t you just love to see my finger pumping in and out of my cunt right now? Damn, it feels so fucking good to play with myself, and jack you off too! Shit, I’m gonna cum in a minute, and hard, too!”

I was close myself, and Joanne’s suggestive talk wasn’t delaying my release any. She’d started really pumping me, with my finger following her rhythmic lead as it poked and prodded in her ass. I could feel her own fingers through the thin membrane between her two canals as she began to finger herself more intensely. Then suddenly, she leaned into my chest, jammed her fingers deep inside her cunt, and shook violently as she fought to get her breath back. I could feel her sphincter grab and release my finger spasmodically, and I knew that my little sister was standing in the middle of a forest trial, playing with her brother’s hard cock that stuck out of his pants, and was orgasming like there was no tomorrow. In her lustful seizure, she’d stopped jacking me, but her grip on my cock remained as firm as ever. She must have stood like that for a full minute, letting the pleasure wash over her as I held her tightly to me with my free arm. When that rush finally let her out of its all-consuming grip, she resumed jacking my cock.

“Cum for me, Jim” she cooed. “Let me see you shoot your goo! God, I want to watch you go off!” By now, she was seriously pumping my shaft, and I could feel my balls lift as my cock filled with cum. In anticipation, I inhaled sharply and deeply, then let out a long low groan as the first rope of my seed shot up my shaft and out into the evening air, followed by several more equally intense strings. Jo moaned sensuously as I shot off my load, the result of her ministrations. The rapture of it all just about made me collapse as my leg muscles turned to jelly.

My sister continued to play with my cock until it became soft and floppy, her other hand holding me against her ass, forcing my finger to remain buried where it was. Still exposed out the front of my pants, and still gently pumping my finger in and out of her rear entrance, we made our way back to the campsite, silently revelling in our depravity. It was only just before we crawled into the tent that she let go of my cock, now semi-erect again, and I let my finger slip out of her ass, feeling the residual wetness of her juices that she’d leaked into her panties. God, I wanted to rip them off her body and suck on the crotch of them until I got every available drop of her juices! I even told her that, and I swear she shivered at some kind of lustful thought.

As soon as my sister was inside the tent, she quickly stripped down to nothing, then flashed her pussy at me. I was half-way through the flap when that sight smacked me in the eyeballs, and my cock was hard and straining once more. God, I wanted to bury myself deep inside her, then drive her out of her mind with want and lust. I think she was even hornier than I was, because she retrieved her juice-soaked panties and waved them in my face.

“Still want to suck on these?” Jo teased me. “I dare you to do it, right here in front of me!” I thought, “To hell with you, little sister! I’m gonna do it, and make you squirm, right before I fuck you senseless!”. Grabbing her offered panties, I licked and slurped at the fabric, and the sight must have had the desired effect on her, for she let out a lustful groan. “Next time I jack you off,” she growled, “I’m gonna make you cream your shorts, and do the same thing to you that you’re doing to me right now!