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Sisterly Affection
By Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
 
***

Returning to the "scene of the crime" (at least one of 
them) an ex-Harper girl drops by with her attractive 
and willing sister. Now I don't know about you, but 
some situations I find, are tailor-made for a spot of 
protracted erotic indulgence. This most certainly 
qualified thus. (M/f, ped, bi, orgy, rom)

***

It's not that I set out with any nefarious plans. Far 
from it, I commit to these, in hindsight risky 
scenarios, simply because I like to establish a certain 
rapport with my correspondents – not because I want to 
get them pregnant.
 
Why the hell do teenage girls of all consumer-
demographics, have to outstrip every other age-group in 
terms of Peter_Pan's readership? Maybe you perceive me 
to be living in denial of the real problem? Total lack 
of self-control and a pathological need to 'possess' 
young girls to compensate for my fading sexuality? 
Understandable hypothesis, but factually shy of the 
mark I'm afraid.

Let us however defer this fascinating debate and move 
on.

Many of you will recall "Harper Valley Distant 
Princess," and Sally's later Aussie-exploits in such as 
"Harper Valley: Return of the Prodigal." Those with an 
interest in such things may even have located pictures 
of this beautiful English rose, within the pages of the 
Peter_Pan website itself?

I have of course kept in close touch with her and in 
recent times, at the behest of Sal herself, opened up 
introductory dialogue with her 'elder' sister. 

To judge by her photograph, Jacqui - just ten months up 
front of Sal's arrival – had been blessed with similar 
DNA. A girl however, you would certainly opt to kiss 
first and worry about the consequences later. Shyer and 
less "out there" than her sister, she nevertheless 
admitted to multiple hot flushes both hearing and 
reading of Sally's on-going exploits – with my own 
daughter as well as her experiences Down Under with Jer 
and his coterie of middle-aged delinquents. 

Reading between the lines I must confess to having had 
suspicions as to their own evolving sibling 
relationship, in times of whispered secrets and shared 
reading options. 

It came to pass then that in the first week of January, 
I had by necessity to return to the UK for an urgent 
business meeting in London. Having disclosed my 
imminent itinerary, one can hardly be surprised that 
ensuing emails contained phrases ranging from "Wish we 
could have met up," to "Really? You can make it to 
Salisbury?"

**

As I swung into the driveway of the Milford Hall Hotel, 
almost two years had elapsed I realised, since Jenna 
and I visited Salisbury that day, as recounted in 
"Distant Princess." 

Having raised Sal on her cell, the message was brief. 
"Give us forty minutes." I used the time unpacking and 
to take a quick shower.

They must have synchronised their watches. Forty-five 
minutes to the millisecond, came a knock at my door. 
Never having experienced a heart murmur before, the 
cause at least, was never in doubt.

That Jacqui was Sally's sister was indisputably 
obvious. If anything slightly younger looking, she was 
a doll. Though tastefully dressed, as was her sister, 
beneath her outer coat (it was barely one degree 
Celsius) was an outfit designed, if not to kill, then 
certainly to emotionally cripple.

Most nineteen-year olds look good in a skirt. Jacqui's 
was of the spray-on variety and teamed with that tight 
little cashmir top (kashmir. depending on your spelling 
preference)....was visually arresting let's say.

"Wonderful to meet you at last sweetheart," I smiled, 
hugging her to me. Instant contact like that dissipates 
the ice I find. She smelled so good I was fully 
reluctant to unhand her.

Momentarily taken aback and delightfully shy, she 
blushed perceptibly but definitely held her own with a 
confident. "Great to see you too!" 

I then gave Sally a hug and kiss on the forehead. Best 
I figured, not to overdo things early in the piece. 

Having promised to take them both to dinner, we made 
our way to the "206" Restaurant, which is just outside 
the main block of the Milford Hall itself.

Nothing is more conducive to freeing up the 
conversation than good food and fine wine. "206" 
delivered on both counts. By the time we had seen off 
the girls' chicken parmigiana and my scotch fillet, not 
to mention the decease of that second Bollinger 86, the 
smiles were unforced and the body language at the 
'interesting' stage.

"What was it like, you know...with your daughters and 
stuff?" Jacks giggled, somewhat bravely I thought. 

I tried to explain as best I couldn't, that nothing was 
ever planned from the outset. It was just that meeting 
Jer and becoming involved with the whole party scene 
caused one thing to lead to another. 

"Its way easier," I told her, "to slip into bad habits 
– especially sexy ones – in the company of thirty or so 
other people, all of whom are indulging their wildest 
fantasies right in front of you. Sounds absurd I 
realise, but no-one...my daughters included, were the 
slightest bit shy after a while (I paused for a moment, 
re-visiting mentally a few of those awesome moments) 
Maybe it's because seeing your peers doing all that 
stuff lowers your own inhibitions. Don't forget also 
Jacqui, most everyone there knew everyone else, if not 
at school, then by sight at least."

Having a young lady on either side of me as we made our 
way back to my suite was no hardship to be endured. I'm 
not sure now though, who was supporting who exactly!

"I've so missed you," Sally muttered, seating herself 
on the edge of the bed and gently pulling me towards 
her.

I might have echoed her sentiments but for the fact I 
found her lips locked on to my own suddenly. I think I 
heard some little gasp escape Jacqui's lips – can't be 
sure now. I do recall taking in the visuals however, 
noticing especially how considerate that had been of 
her to choose that light blue satiny dress that 
evidently was one size too small. Highlighting her 
cleavage of course – especially prominent given my 
elevated status, I'll swear she smiled provocatively as 
my gaze momentarily lowered.

Impossible to kiss a girl with any finesse at that 
angle, a situation she quickly corrected by kicking off 
her shoes and shifting to the center of the bed whilst 
tugging me down beside her. 

Breaking off from her kiss, she patted the bed covers 
beside her. "C'mon Jacks," she giggled, looking up at 
her sister, "plenty of room here." 

We had plenty of time too so I discovered, having told 
their parents they were staying-over with school-
friends. 

It's just not polite to kiss one sister and ignore the 
other. 

Jacqui tasted as delicious as she looked. Hot as those 
teenage lips were, I was curiously hesitant to take 
things further for the moment and it was Sally whose 
hot little breasts first fell victim to my wayward 
gropings.

"Mmmmm," was all she said, even as I heard a distinct 
gasp escape her sister's lips. I certainly had her 
attention! Manouevering the girls so that one lay 
either side of me. I was able to alternate kisses and 
caresses at will. Jacqui had the softest shoulder-
length hair and was more than happy to let me run my 
fingers through it as I kissed her gently. Doesn't take 
long before the wriggles start!

"Touch her," I heard Sal whisper. Looking across, she 
was indicating by surreptitious glances at her own 
breasts, what exactly it might be I should be touching.

Supine as Jacks was, not only had that tight little 
skirt of hers ridden noticeably thigh-high, those 
nineteen-year old breasts were now patently outlined 
beneath her knitted jumper. I lay my hand gently atop 
her right breast and continuing to kiss her, squeezed 
the softness beneath. I think the young girl murmured 
in response, putting up nothing in the way of 
resistance however. Gently fondling her other breast 
now, I was reminded of just how arousing it is, to be 
in a position to sexually molest willing young sisters.

With growing confidence and daring I began squeezing 
those dynamically hot little orbs as Jacqui looked up 
at me with that time-honored girlish expression – part 
pleading, part expectation.

"God, that is so hot," Sally muttered, one hand I 
noticed instinctively heading for the badlands. Still 
couldn't see her panties, but another few degrees of 
unforced spread would address that one nicely. I 
returned my attentions temporarily to her elder sister.

Wriggling at the behest of my dexterous ministrations, 
Jacqui was definitely in no condition to deflect 
further attention to her hot little body.

"Do we really need this on sweetie?" I asked, 
indicating the cashmir over-ride. Availing herself of 
the best little-girl expression she could muster, she 
shook her head perceptibly. 

Now that was more like it. Frilly little push-ups are 
sexy in anyone's language. Jacqui's it just so 
happened, was a silky and ultra-feminine light-green 
affair – it was all I could do not to tug her skirt up 
then and there, to check if the panties matched.

With a healthy proportion of either breast showing, not 
to mention the most precipitous of cleavages on offer, 
there was no way I could ever have behaved myself – 
even without the Bollinger factor. Slipping my hand 
inside her right cup I discovered a world of warmth and 
softness that had Jacqui closing her eyes in pleasured 
arousal, especially as I allowed my fingers the luxury 
of gently manipulating those hardening teen nipples.

Inclining my head, I then kissed her softly on the 
right cup. Jacqui gave a little cry of wide-eyed shock 
but made no attempt to prevent me repeating the 
performance for the benefit of her left breast. Nor 
could I fail to notice those cheeky neurones sending 
frantic messages to their southern compatriots between 
her legs, resulting in the young girl's hips wriggling 
in somewhat enticing fashion.

I had successfully maouevered both bra straps almost to 
her elbow, when an unheralded cry of "Sally!!" caused 
me to glance back in her sister's direction.

Jacqui's shocked utterance was understandable. Her 
dress tugged up now to a fully disrespectful level, Sal 
was sitting there, her legs parted sufficiently for us 
both to see which pair of knickers had grabbed her 
fancy that morning. Not only displaying them rather 
plainly, she had a hand way down inside them, applying 
some therapeutic needs to areas of her anatomy which 
might not be considered "appropriate" in polite 
company.

Personally I found it fascinating!

Availing myself of the shared heat-levels I figured I 
might up the ante a little by taking Jacqui's bra out 
of the equation, a task simply effected in her current 
quite delicate condition. The most exquisite young 
breasts she has too - not unlike her sister's, in 
sculptured appeal. Giving a sharp girlish shriek as 
both nipples were exposed, together with their back-up 
storage units, she immediately folded her arms across 
her chest.

Girls always do this, partly because they like the 
tease and partly to offer some token defiance. Instead 
of attempting to restore her topless aspect however, I 
simply placed my hand inside her thigh and slowly made 
my way north. After all I was still needing to confirm 
her preference for matching underclothing.

This of course brought forth further squeaks of 
indignation. 

"Noooo, not up there?" she cried out in semi-
embarrassment, lightly tugging at my arm, yet making 
not the slightest effort to close up her legs.

In all honesty, once you have your hand up a girl's 
skirt and discover your fingers in the proximity of her 
tight little panties, there is way too much pleasure at 
stake for either party to pull out....as it were. I 
didn't even give Jacqui the option of re-thinking the 
situation – preferring instead to probe my way to glory 
at strategic points along the forbidden zone. 

The cries turned to soft gasps and as moisture began to 
seep through the flimsy material, those slim legs 
parted of their own volition. This of course caused her 
hemline to inch north, exposing a ribbon of light green 
temptation. She was a girl of tasteful inclination 
after all. 

The flow-on effect of having her pussy rubbed silly, 
was a relaxing of the self-imposed strictures above the 
waist. Stretching her arms above her head, her pert 
breasts were once again exposed for all to see and 
judging by the pleasured sighs behind me, high on her 
sister's preferred viewing options. 

Glancing across at Sal I could see she was definitely 
at the business end of her self-help program, needing 
that one last jolt-to-the-senses to get her over the 
line.

Locating Jacqui's clitoral nub therefore (quite easy to 
do through wet panties) I began teasing her vaginally, 
whilst lowering my lips to her right breast and 
suckling her gently. As young girls do in such 
circumstances, she closed her eyes and just gave 
herself over to the pleasure, gently thrusting upwards 
with her hips quite instinctively. Aware of in-house 
needs but caring only about Jacqui's finality right at 
that moment, I drew down harder on that sweet-smelling 
teat as my fingers quickened the pace. 

Sally's cry of release preceded Jacqui's by seconds 
only. Clutching the apex of her legs, the nineteen-year 
old allowed herself to be carried out to sea by the 
tide. As always, I felt a compunction to kiss her and 
hold her to me while she allowed the magic to run its 
far-reaching course.

"Oh, you really know what you're doing," Jacqui 
murmured, opening her eyes finally. It was nice to have 
her back. Having no ready counter for that statement 
however, I thought I might just kiss her once more. I 
then felt a pair of soft arms slip encircle my waist.

Now whilst being sandwiched between two teenage girls 
in varying stages of undress, both of whom have just 
been pleasured to the edge of sanity, is no great 
chore, it does lead though to certain obligations I 
find.

"Lets go to bed," Sally giggled, unzipping her dress as 
she spoke. Flipping Jacks on to her tummy I located her 
zipper also and within seconds was privileged to see 
one vitally sexy little bottom wriggling there for 
effect on the coverlet. Giving it a gentle pat was 
simply mandatory. Both girls in fact kept their panties 
on as they crawled beneath the covers. I think I 
shucked off my trousers and shirt in record time. 
Flicking off the light switch, I took up my appointed 
position – center bed.

It might have been nudging zero outside but what we had 
going in my King-size that night was equatorial Africa 
my friends, nothing less! A sister either side of me 
meant that kissing was a full-time requirement with 
breast-fondling a major part of the syllabus.
 
Taking turns and having the girls lie on their sides 
facing me, I was able to suckle them in turn. This was 
working well until Sally decided the world is not 
enough and relocated herself in one swift movement 
astride me, much to the chagrin of her sister who tried 
vainly to shove her off.

"Hold on Jacks," Sal bleated, "You can have a turn 
after me." (I liked her game-plan)

So saying, the little minx eased her body up slightly 
so that both breasts were in what you might call 
"critically tempting air-space." Latching on to her 
right nipple I fed hungrily. Sal moaned in pleasure. No 
idea what Jacqui was doing but I guarantee it was 
purposeful.

No points for guessing the next story-twist!

With my hands firmly cupping Sally's rear cheeks I 
began inching those skimpy undies downwards. This 
achieved two things. Firstly, to free up her baby-soft 
bottom in its entirety and secondly to render her 
panties so patently useless that she was able to 
wriggle out of them.

Little wonder that Jacqui then gasped out in probable 
real-time shock .having discovered her sister's newly 
come-by vulnerability, 

"God Sally – that's so disgusting!" 

I intended adding to the disgust factor.

Needing only to raise her hips whilst still kissing 
her, it was a matter of some geometric simplicity 
slipping my erection-on-standby up into Sally's 
deliciously warm vaginal homestead. 'Docking' was never 
more easily achieved. Matters were made that much 
simpler by the fact Sal thrust down with her hips at 
the critical moment, ensuring maximum penetration for 
minimum alignment time. 

"I've thought about this all through my last year of 
school," she whispered, doing things with her hips that 
well behaved teenage girls shouldn't.

"Oh, you are such a little slut," Jacks giggled. 
"You're fucking him aren't you?" 

With my right hand I located one of Jacqui's breasts 
and fondled it for several seconds. "I'll get round to 
you too missy, have no fear."

"Yeah, you better had," Sally interjected almost 
cryptically, as she substantially cut down my oxygen 
supply by lowering her other breast across my mouth and 
airways. It left me with the choice of sucking her or 
finding an emergency air-pocket. 

"Mmmmmm," Sal murmured for the second time that 
evening, as I upped the tempo rhythmically. Besides, I 
couldn't have put it better myself. I would imagine 
confrontingly 'in the zone' so far as Jacqui was 
concerned, I had the vague impression she was fingering 
herself to nirvana whilst I took her sister where it 
was she quite obviously wanted to go. 

Our systems were now jointly locked in to "go" and as 
images of Sally being taken down this path by 
successive wannabe-rapists at Jerry's place, responded 
to my instant-replay command, the safety catch slipped 
off. Ensuring that nothing vaguely procreative was 
wasted, Sal's vaginal muscles milked the herd dry. 
Splayed across me, a spent force, it would have been 
line-ball at that juncture, who was the hotter.

Its all very well to make promises, but at my age, 
servicing two healthy young ladies at the very peak of 
their sexual constitution is a decent challenge. Well, 
I suppose some might call that a fully indecent 
challenge!

Whatever, shifting Sally's center of gravity from my 
solar-plexus to the left hand side of the bed I turned 
to Jacqui who quickly snuggled up against me. I do have 
to say that having a pretty girl's nipples pressing up 
against one's chest and knowing she has but her panties 
on beneath those covers, is a major reboot so far as 
flaccid penis' are concerned.

Slipping a hand down between her legs, Jacks gave out a 
little gasp as I cupped her genitalia. "Are you going 
to fuck me now?" she giggled, draping a leg across my 
calf, thereby permitting me greater access to her 
naughty bits. 

"Put her between us," Sally whispered. "I want to feel 
you fucking her."

"You're so gross Sal," Jacqui gasped. "As if I'm gonna 
do that." 

Ultimately depraved as I am, the idea actually had 
considerable appeal, so before she could argue, I 
tugged her across and dumped her between us, facing her 
sister. 

"Nooo," she cried, trying to extricate herself from 
this new found locale. I had however not only my hands 
around both sexy little rear cheeks by then, but given 
additionally the proximity of her wriggling back, I 
kissed her softly right between the shoulder blades. 
Making with a series of "Ohh's" she arched her back 
further. This was followed in the short term by a 
shocked "Sally, don't!!" I knew at once what was 
happening, recalling how in 2005 Sal had found Jenna's 
small breasts so much to her liking. The feeling had 
been mutual of course. 

You must remember also that in the darkness, deprived 
of the visual, one's sense of smell is magnified and a 
young girl's perfume such as both were wearing, greatly 
adds to the mystique and the desire. Doubtless this had 
something to do with the fact that Jacqui's struggles 
had suddenly subsided and the only sound to be heard 
was the gentlest of passionate exchanges. Being in 
close proximity to two sisters kissing softly is a 
privilege life tosses few people. I must have done 
something right in a former life!

Cranked-up as it were, I began pulling Jacqui's panties 
down past her hips. Meeting with no resistance I was 
hardly surprised when Sally took a hold of the 
waistband and pulled them off the rest of the way. 

For a few minutes we both contended ourselves just 
'playing' with her, taking turns fondling her breasts, 
pulling her nipples gently and rubbing her pussy 
together, her soft moans the ultimate aphrodisiac.

Inevitably though I needed to consummate this wonderful 
evening with her. Taking the liberty of manoeuvering 
Jacqui's right leg across to Sal's hips almost, I 
aligned my erection, such that it was now availed of a 
considerable 'window of opportunity' from the rear 
access. What I had not been anticipating was Sal 
herself gently grasping my tool of trade and guiding 
the head right to her sister's fully lubricated 
ingress.

"Love my sister," she all but whispered. I all but 
passed out!

In hindsight, I can only say to you that what followed 
will forever be remembered by the three of us as a 
beautiful tryst rather than a one dimensional fuck-
fest. There was no lust – only shared fulfillment. I 
didn't even penetrate her with any force or distasteful 
intent. Indefinably arousing, they were still kissing 
passionately even as I spurted deep within Jacqui's 
procreative ante-room. Sally certainly had her wish 
fulfilled also. 

Later, I made love to her and Sally. It really didn't 
matter whose vagina was playing temporary host to 
proceedings. The girls offered equal love to one other 
sharing additionally the sensation of the other being 
penetrated at any one time. Way beyond having anything 
to pass-on in the way of tangible semen, I was a spent 
force by 2. a.m.

The girls were in no better shape.

© Peter_Pan 2007

"Distant Princess" is contained in "The Complete Harper 
Valley" http://www.lulu.com/content/106537

"HV Return of the Prodigal" is courtesy of "Harper 
Valley: A Postscript"
http://www.lulu.com/content/402381

Visit also "The World of Peter_Pan" website;
http://www.geocities.com/worldofpeter_pan/intro.html

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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