My Sister Made Me Ch. 20

The image did absolutely nothing to Dane. He barely registered the three as he walked by on his way to the kitchen to grab a cold slice of pizza. Sighing, he saw that the container was empty and turned to leave.

"You sure you don't want to join us?" Hannah asked.

"Nah, I'm gonna go get food," he said. "I'll catch y'all later. Have fun."

"Bye baby!" Sally called out from beneath Hannah's thighs.

Dane ignored her.

***

Apparently, Sally had raided his wallet at some point because he was out of cash. He didn't really want to use a card either, so he figured he might as well stop at the house and raid his parent's fridge for a quick bite. If he was lucky, Sam wouldn't be there, and he wouldn't have to answer for that particular fuck up.

He pulled out of his apartment parking lot feeling like a complete bastard. Not only had he fucked each one of his little sisters, but he'd also managed to start fucking his brother's girlfriend and had fallen out of love with his own. What was next? Was he going to burn down his parent's house and kick his father in the balls?

He rolled his eyes when he realized that he sounded like a baby. He'd made his choices and he'd deal with the consequences like a man. He wasn't going to hide from them.

Hurrying over to the old house, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that only Alex's car and his mom's van were there. Hopping out of his truck, he went inside and directly into the kitchen.

The warm, comforting smile of his mother greeted him, making him immediately feel better about all of his woes. But, as mothers were known to do, she squinted at him before frowning.

"What's going on?" she asked.

He sighed, flopping down on a chair and rubbing his head. "How do you always know?" he asked.

"I'm your mother," she said. "Want to talk to me about it?"

"I'll be okay," he said dismissively. "I just came to raid the fridge."

"Sandwich?" she asked. "I'll make it if you talk."

He chuckled and nodded as she brought over a can of soda. Opening it and taking a sip, he wondered where he should even begin. He sighed, lost in thought as she began to get out the sandwich stuff.

"Well, somehow, Hannah and Sally are both having sex with Danny and I."

"Oh? Well, that sounds interesting."

Her tone was non-judgmental, as he'd expected. He hadn't been hesitant to talk to his mother about sex. They'd talked before and he even knew a thing or two about her and their father that would likely make his sisters blush. The idea that his parents were swingers was a little weird, but who was he to judge.

"To say the least," he continued.

"Multiple partner relationships can definitely be tricky," she said. "Believe it or not, your father and I have a little experience in that area."

He was a little surprised to hear that particular revelation, but given that his parents used to swing, it stood to reason that they might form and attachment with one particular couple.

"Is someone jealous?" she asked.

"Not exactly," he said. "I really enjoy the situation. I mean... who wouldn't. I just realized that I... I don't really love Sally."

"Oh... honey," she frowned, coming over with a roast beef sandwich on a paper plate. "I'm sorry. Did you guys split up?"

"No," he said. "I don't know what to do about it. I care about her, and the sex with her is great of course..."

She nodded. "So... is that what's wrong? You're upset about Sally?"

"Yeah, but... I..." he paused wanting to word the next part carefully. "Sam's mad at me."

He saw his mother smirk for just a moment, but then her caring frown returned and she looked over at him again, gesturing for him to eat.

"You and Sam have always been closer to each other than the others. I'm sure if you just talk to her, you'll be able to work things out. And I think you already know what you have to do about your girlfriend."

Dane nodded, frowning.

"If you ask me, it sounds like she's going to be okay, given y'all's current sexual situation."

He hadn't thought of that. He'd been worried about hurting Sally when he inevitably told her that he didn't love her anymore. She really did seem to enjoy being in the odd relationship the four found themselves in. He began to wonder if she'd miss him all that much after all.

"Maybe," he shrugged. "Still, Sam is a much more delicate situation. She's... I dunno. Fragile?"

His mother chuckled and shook her head. "Oh honey. Your sister is a lot tougher than you can possibly imagine. I'll bet she'll surprise you."

"It's not just her though. I've hurt Toni and Alex too. I just keep feeling like I'm fucking everything up."

"You didn't hurt me," a voice behind them said.

He turned seeing Alex wearing a very revealing and very sexy little black dress.

"What the hell are you talking about?" she continued.

He frowned at her and gingerly shook his head. She rolled her eyes in response.

"What do you think?" she asked, spinning around in front of the two.

"Very sexy," her mother told her. "Everyone is going to be vying for your attention."

"You look... good?" Dane said, trying to play the part of the concerned brother. "Maybe put on more clothes?"

In truth, she looked extremely fuckable in what she was wearing. He felt his heart starting to pound as blood rushed to a particular place on his body that it shouldn't in the presence of his own mother and sister.

"Are you okay?" Alex asked, frowning and leaning on his shoulder.

"I'm fine," he said.

Standing, he took bite of his sandwich, then gave his mom and Alex a kiss on their cheeks.

"Gotta get to work," he said between chewing and swallowing as he walked toward the front door.

*****

Sam

Saturday

Sam awoke the next day already anxious for the night of debauchery she had planned for that night. She got up and had to take a run before breakfast just to work off some of the nervous energy that she had building inside her. She showered after, then went down for some breakfast before going back upstairs to try and find something to occupy her time before her afternoon shift at work.

Even that seemed to drag by. The restaurant was busy as usual, but she really just couldn't get the evening ahead out of her mind. After a normal shift at Double D's, she cashed out and clocked out, then hurried home.

On the way, she suddenly remembered that she'd invited Zoey to come out with her. Paused at a redlight, she quickly sent a text asking if her new friend and lover was going to be able to come. By the time she hit the next red light, she had her answer.

"I'm so sorry Sam! I'm back home at the moment. Mom and Dad called last night and complained that they haven't seen me since I left for college. I felt guilty and made the two-hour trek home. Can I go with you some other time? Please don't be mad at me!"

"It's fine Zoey!" Sam messaged back. "You can come whenever you want. I should probably clear that with Dr. Sanderson first anyway. Have fun visiting your family!"

"I'm sorry again!" Zoey replied. "I'll text you next week sometime."

"No worries!" Sam sent back.

She'd been looking forward to Zoey joining her that evening, but it wasn't the end of the world by any stretch. She was going to satisfy the hunger inside her. Even then, just driving around in her car she could feel it simmering within, threatening to grow at any moment at the slightest provocation. It was like it was some kind of invisible creature lurking just below the surface of her skin, waiting to pounce.

Dane had quelled it for a little while, and she still felt shivers throughout her body when she thought about their time together. It had eventually returned, though, and it seemed like she'd been chasing it ever since. Clearly, that wasn't an option anymore.

Wade proved to be a very capable lover, and she knew for sure that if she got to have sex with him again that she'd absolutely enjoy it. But laying in bed the night before, she could feel the gnawing inside for more. She'd literally been fucked unconscious by the guy, and she still craved more!

Dr. Sanderson's impromptu fuck session at his office and been insanely hot and arousing, as was the sex she'd been having with Zoey. She even fondly recalled the few times she'd had with Keith before they'd parted ways.

And yet...

She sighed, slapping the steering wheel in irritation as she slowed to a stop at the last red light before she turned onto her street. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself down. She still had a couple of hours before the party started and there was no use in being irritated when she couldn't do anything to fix it.

Pulling into her normal spot, she turned off her car and hopped out. Once inside, she passed by the doorway to the kitchen and hurried upstairs. After showering herself clean from the grime of work, she hurried to her room and got dressed before returning to the bathroom and doing her hair and makeup. She realized that no one was going to be seeing her in the closet, of course, but it just felt wrong to not look nice regardless.

After shooting a quick text to Kara and Dr. Sanderson to let them both know that she was going to be there that evening and that she was headed that way, she grabbed her phone and purse and headed out the door.

***

Pulling in a few minutes later, she parked in her normal spot behind the business next door and hopped out. As she walked around to the side door, she saw Dr. Sanderson getting out of his sedan and begin to walk over.

"Hey there, 'Mystery-Girl'," he said, smiling widely as he walked over to where she was waiting by the side entrance.

She smiled in response but didn't say anything. The sight of him had awakened the predator inside. Instead of speaking, she let her eyes drop down to his crotch and reached out with her hand at the same time. He chuckled as she gripped the bulge she found there.

"I see you've been looking forward to tonight?" he asked.

She nodded, smiling devilishly. She started to slide her hand inside his jeans before he laughed and turned, pushing his key into the lock and turning it quickly. Laughing easily, she slipped inside behind him as soon as the door was open, then slyly stalked around behind him as he went about turning on lights.

"Playing the quiet game?" he asked, turning around as they headed back over to her little closet.

She shrugged, still giving him the same impish grin though her eyes were levelled at him as if she were angry.

"It seems like you're looking for something, if I'm not mistaken."

He fixed her with a stern look, his arms crossing as she backed up against the wall, only offering an innocent shrug in response her eyes still boring into his.

"I wonder what it could be."

Her eyes dropped pointedly down to his crotch again, then back up, her tongue sliding along her lips.

Dr. Sanderson promptly uncrossed his arms and unzipped his pants, his swelling erection flopping out and causing her to sigh in happy anticipation. Raising a single hand and fixing him with her predatory gaze once more, she wiggled a single finger at him to come to her.

"And if I don't?" he asked, stroking himself as he stared.

She didn't frown or pout, instead, simply stared at him for a few seconds before she reached up under her skirt and took hold of her panties. At an agonizingly slow pace, she began pulling them over her hips before letting them go and causing them to fall to the ground. She slid one foot out of them, but then lifted the garment up with the other and kicked it in his direction.

"Oh... for me?" The devilishly handsome older man smiled and knelt to pick up her gift. "Mmm... just what always wanted."

She felt her pussy getting wetter as she watched him lift her underwear up to his face and inhale deeply, his eyes closing and a satisfied groan escaping his lips. She whimpered quietly, her mouth falling open as she lifted her skirt up for him to see.

"Mmm. That's what I was wanting." He dropped to his knees a second later, bending over to crawl forward.

She whimpered again in anticipation, her heart pounding and her knees threatening to buckle as he grew closer and closer. She reached out, grabbing a handful of his salt and pepper hair and pulling his face into her pussy as his tongue ran through her lips and began to punish her naughty, aching clit.

"OhmyfuckingGodyoutastelikefuckingcandy." The words came out all at once as he paused in his noisy slurping, her pussy already aching for his touch again.

She pulled him by his hair, needing more than he was doing in that moment. He did as she bade, lifting himself up off his knees as she moaned softly and pulled him close. His hands lifted her smaller form easily, sliding up under her thighs and gripping her butt cheeks firmly. She slid up the wall a short distance, spreading her legs for him and leaning into kiss him on the lips. The unique flavor of her pussy was still there on his lips and tongue as she slid her own into his mouth, sucking on it for a moment before he slid the head of his cock deep into her hungry, tight, little pussy.

She cried out once in surprise and moaned loudly in pleasure, squeezing her thighs around him as he started to thrust her hard into the wall. She clutched at him, pulling herself closer to his face and moving her lips down to affectionately kiss and caress the skin of his neck. He slammed her pussy hard, his cock driving deep inside and sending shivering delight racing through her body.

"Fucking... sexy... little tease..." he grunted.

She nodded vigorously, breaking her kisses and staring hard into his eyes with her predatory stare as she felt her orgasm getting close. A sense of desperation seemed to take hold of her, as if she were scared that he'd stop fucking her needy little muff. He seemed to know what she craved and didn't slow at all, hammering into her again, and again until she cried out in exultation, waves of pleasure thundering into her.

She felt him slowing, then stop completely, his cock buried inside her aching pussy and it's noted lack of cum. She frowned at him, looking down between them as if she were looking at her crotch.

"Hi," he said, smiling at her.

His handsome features and disarming grin made her giggle, and she kissed him again, his lips opening as the two pressed their tongues together. A few minutes and more than a few moans of pleasure later, she finally broke the kiss, still thoroughly pleased that his cock was snuggling right where it should be inside her.

"You didn't cum," she protested, playfully slapping his shoulder and frowning.

"Dumpling, I can't start the night off like that," he said. "What fun would I be then?"

"Dumpling?" she asked, giggling impishly at him.

He nodded, smiling proudly. "That's your sexy little pet name."

"Dr. Sanderson, you can call me whatever you want. And you know you can all always ask me to get you back in the game if you need to. But I think I need to make a rule that you have to cum in my pussy when you fuck me. It doesn't feel right if you don't."

He groaned at her words, just as she'd planned for him to.

"My poor pussy is all clean and I definitely don't have any of you inside me. That's just not right."

"Jesus...christ..." he groaned. "You are so fucking cute and exciting. I just want to... fucking... take you home and keep you all to myself. Just... fuck all the rest of these people wanting to use my toys!"

"I'd like that," she said, smiling at him and kissing him. "You're a magnificent lover, Dr. Sanderson. I can see why your wife fell in love with you. And you've got it right. I'm definitely your toy."

"You're sweet, Dumpling," he said, briefly groaning as he shifted a bit and inadvertently drove his cock a little deeper.

"See," she whimpered. "Even your wonderful cock wants to fill my young, hungry little pussy up. I don't see how you aren't nailing me to the wall again."

"Jesus," he groaned, leaning forward to rest his forehead her shoulder.

She giggled, then slid to the ground a moment later as he pulled free and slowly let her down.

"I really did need that," she told him. "I've been ungodly horny lately."

"Not enough cock to go around?" he asked jokingly.

"I didn't hear you calling me yesterday or earlier today."

"God... I'm going to die having sex with you. I just know it."

"That reminds me," she said, snapping her fingers as she worked his cock back into his pants and started to zip them up. "I was wondering if you thought it would be okay for me to try and... like... have sex through the glory hole door."

He raised an eyebrow at the suggestion. "Hrm," he said. "I suppose that's really up to you, beautiful. It's your choice to be there. I'd be fine with that, and I can't imagine any of the other guys protesting."

"God I love that you said that," she said. "I love sucking cock, but sometimes I just want to take one and... ugh..."

She sighed happily, pulling him down for another affectionate kiss.

"Did you tell your wife about me misbehaving in your office the other day?" she asked.

"Of course," he said. "She's dying to meet you, my dear."

"Mmm, sounds fun," she said, kissing him again. "I'll look forward to being in the middle of you two sometime. A nice little Sam sandwich."

He chuckled, then both heard the sound of the main door opening followed by chatter. Hurrying, she scurried over to her closet and shut the door. A few seconds later she yelped in surprise when the door opened and he tossed her purse to her from where she'd dropped it during their sudden romp a few minutes before.

"Oops," she said, snickering up at him.

"I wanted to mention, I think we might have a few new people show up tonight. It's a couple we used to swing with a while ago. It's the guy that I was talking to when you were visiting and fuckin' misbehaving."

"Oh? Will I be getting a new toy to play with?" she asked, licking her lips seductively.

"I expect so. It's a husband and wife, both of them are just about as freaky as can be. At least they used to be."

Dr. Sanderson chuckled to himself and seemed lost in thought for a few seconds, but then seemed to come back to the present.

"And you can't blame me for forcing you to fuck me when you let me suck your dick like that."

He chuckled, shaking his head at her and giving her a knowing smile.

She heard some voices growing louder and saw him peer back around the door for a moment before looking back in at her. "Have fun, 'Mystery-Girl'," he told her.

"Always!"

She reached out from her chair and shut the door again, latching it this time. Reaching over, she flipped on the switch that controlled the small light on the outside of the door that indicated that she was inside and open for business, so to speak. After clicking off the interior light, she settled in to wait as patiently as she could, taking a moment to slide her panties back on since she wasn't likely to need them off.

A usual, the murmur of conversation steadily of conversation steadily grew as more people arrived. Eventually, the noise died down and she could make out two voices speaking, one decidedly feminine and another much deeper. After a seemingly interminable wait, she heard the sound of cheering and clapping, followed by laughter and the sound of the conversation increasing.

An hour after she entered the room, the sound of voices seemed to grow in intensity and then seemed to stay at that level. She figured that the group had finished doing whatever they did at the start and were just standing around talking near the door to her closet. That's what it sounded like at least.

The conversation grew quieter after that and soon she heard the extremely muffled moans coming from down the stairs situated close to her closet.

For another hour, she sat there, idly playing with her phone as she waited. Sighing, she wondered if she should just text Kara that she was going to call it a night when she heard voices growing louder.