Holly looked at my face, giving me that dazzling smile of her. “Did it really feel good?”
I nodded my head, too excited for words until I had taken a couple deep, calming breaths.
“What’s your record?” Maggie asked me, drawing a blank, questioning glance from both Holly and I. “You know, the most numbers of times you’ve gotten off in one day. Everyone has a number and they all know it.”
“Five,” I said, too far out of mind with lust and need to argue, lie, or obfuscate.
“And how many of those did you give yourself?” she asked, grinning.
“Three of them,” I admitted, pissed that she would ask me such a personal question.
“Whoa,” Holly said, taking a moment to think about it. “Which happened first?”
“Yeah,” Maggie said, piling on so I had to answer the question.
“I did it twice before my date, twice with her and then once more afterwards.”
“You came twice times with the same girl in the same night?” Holly asked, looking surprised.
“I’ve had guys do that with me,” Maggie said. “But I don’t think they had done it twice before our date or that they could still do it again afterwards.”
“You really are a stud,” Holly said, glancing down at my still throbbing prick as if it was magical.
“What’s your number?” Maggie asked Holly, surprising the pretty blonde.
“With a guy?”
“Total in one day.”
Holly blushed before admitting, “I’m not sure how to count them, because sometimes I can have more than one of them, especially if I’m doing it.”
“Ever squirt?” Maggie asked.
“Ew, no. I’ve seen that in videos and I don’t think I want to do that. Have you?”
“No. I’ve come close once or twice, but instead I just get really, really wet down there. Like, buy a new mattress wet or something.”
“Yeah,” Holly said, looking very pleased with Maggie’s answer. “What about you? What’s your number?”
“Six with a guy and nine on my own.”
“In one day?!” Holly asked, looking surprised. “You did yourself nine times?”
It didn’t happen often, but I saw a very faint blush rise to Maggie’s cheeks as she nodded her head. “I wanted to see how many times I could do it and I think I could have done it more if I had started sooner, but it got late and I got sleepy.”
“Wait a second, what’s your number?” I asked Holly, realizing she had never given a number.
“Only four,” she said in a quiet voice. “Two with my boyfriend at the time and then two more later that night. But the ones later that night, the ones I did myself? Those were really long ones.”
Maggie turned her head, looking again at my cock. She ran her finger up it from my balls to the tip of my prick. “So, what do you think we should with you?”
“I don’t know,” I said, feeling very vulnerable and unsure of myself.
“Is it okay that I’m doing this?” she asked, lightly tracing her finger along the length of my cock again, teasing without coming anywhere close to pleasing.
“I guess,” I said, feeling more exposed than ever. It felt so wrong being turned on by sister, seeing her naked, being naked in front of her, being hard and having her touching me. One thing piled on top of the other, leaving me feeling very strange.