“I think he approves,” Holly giggled, noticing how I was staring at my sister’s tits.
“You like?” she asked, leaning over and shoving her titties in my face. “Kiss’em,” Maggie said, shoving one of her tits in my face. “Kiss your sister’s titties.”
“Wow, that’s so fucking wrong,” Holly giggled, moving to get a better view of what was happening.
“Stop it,” I said as she rubbed her tits against my face.
“Really?” Maggie asked. “You’re not going to kiss them?”
“Stop it,” I said.
“Fuck, dude, I would have munched on both of them until she made me stop,” Holly said, looking and sounding disappointed.
“Show him what he should have done,” Maggie said, shoving her tits into Holly’s face. A look of surprise crossed over Holly’s face before she began sucking on Maggie’s big, fat nipples. Maggie grabbed the back of her head, holding her there while squirming and squealing as if she was having an orgasm. “Yeah baby! That’s it! Suck it!” She finally pulled away, laughing as she sat back down.
“Just for record, that’s the first time I’ve ever done anything like that,” Holly said, smiling though her face had turned bright red.
“Did you like it?” Maggie asked.
“I didn’t hate it,” Holly said in a smallish voice as her face turned a brighter red. She cupped her breasts and pouted. “Wish my tits were bigger.”
“Why? You have great tits,” Maggie said, copping another feel for herself. “Can I suck on them?”
“If you want,” Holly said, looking dismayed but she didn’t stop my sister, either. I don’t think many people can stop my sister once she gets going. While I had never witnessed her in full “party girl” mode, I had heard the stories.
Maggie sucked for a moment at one of Holly’s nipples before moving to her other one, too. When she pulled away, she was smiling. “And just for the record, that’s not the first time I’ve done that.”
“Really?” I gasped, surprised at her confession and fighting against how good the gentle currents of the creek felt swirling around my hard prick. Feeling my cock throbbing in the water was an interesting sensation, as if I could make a current of my own.
Holly looked interested in my question, too. “My girlfriends and I will sometimes mess around in front of the boys at parties, you know, just to tease them.” Maggie explained.
“Mess around how?” Holly asked.
“We’ll just kiss and stuff,” Maggie said, shrugging it all away, but not before she added, “I like kissing girls.”
“That’s so cool,” Holly said, looking amazed, amused, and fascinated at the same time, which was precisely how I felt, too. After staring at my cock for a bit, she looked up and asked, “Do guys really like going down on girls?”
“I do,” I admitted.
“Why?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I began, fighting off my awkwardness. “It tastes good and I like how I can make her feel when I do it.”
“So you’re saying you’re good at eating pussy,” Maggie blurted out, making the conversation feel funny again. “Can you make the girl squeal?” Maggie asked.
“They always get off, if that’s what you mean.”
“Good enough.” She smiled as if she was proud of me.