Ruth responded by lowering her belly so she brushed my hard cock. “Pretty big yourself brother dear.”
“Hey you two don’t for…”
Ruth cut-off Sarah’s protest kissing her long and hard on her lips.
The three of us formed a me lee of hot flesh in contact with hot flesh. The sound track of heavy breathing, sighs, and mews. One of my hands trapped between my sister and my partner tentatively explored one of Ruth’s breasts — my fingers encountering other fingers on a similar mission — at this contact Sarah giggled. As Ruth leaned over toward Sarah, the panty clad lower part of her body remained on top of me. The little minx ground herself against me. My free hand attempted to investigate the gusset of her knickers, I was unsuccessful in my endeavour a sharp slap bringing this little adventure to an end. “Not now!” Ruth said sharply.
“I was only ….”
Ruth responded by leaping off the bed. “You were only?”
“Only having a feel of your knickers, knickers are very erotic you know.– Anyway what is sauce for the Goose is sauce for the gander and look what you have done to me.” I said pointing to my erection.
“A weak excuse brother dear, you have been near my knickers all my life! But if they are suddenly so stimulating then you should have them.” She stroked her hands down her hips gave a little wriggle and half stepped out of her knickers.
I stared goggle-eyed, for the first time in my life I was looking at my naked sister and seeing not an annoying younger sister, but a young woman who was a sex object. I think in reality it was a frozen instant, but it appeared to be longer, a lot longer. I appraised her firm rounded breasts, her small button like nipples — begging to be sucked. Her waist was not slim but neither had she any fat, her hips were wide, a legacy from our mother I recall. Her belly and abdomen were flat and firm, the lower part of her belly sporting a bush of bright red hair. Unlike Sarah Ruth was unshaven, interesting I could not recall having sex with a woman with an untrimmed bush. Her buttocks an apple like rounding, firm a result of horse riding as were her shapely leg muscles.
With her toe she hooked the knickers off the floor. A quick high kick and her knickers landed on me. Simultaneously affording me a perfect view of her untrammelled pussy. A pussy I would soon possess.
I held them in one hand. “Go on then,” Ruth said, “have a sniff, smell my sex on them.”
I could not take my eyes off her. My little sister, who until a couple of days ago I had considered sexless, standing at the foot of my bed, legs akimbo, punctuating her words by thrusting her pelvis forward.
Sarah’s hand curled around my rampant cock. “Ruth put a pair of knickers on before James grabs you and you loose your cherry unceremoniously — or is that what you want?”
“No I want to wait it will be far more fun.” Ruth replied.
“Here you are.” I said throwing the scrap of cloth back to her.
“Lie back and enjoy.” Sarah said before she filled her mouth with my cock. Oh the ecstasy, the relief! I was not being made to wait, obviously Sarah’s anticipation edict did not apply to me. There was movement at the foot of the bed. I could feel and sense Ruth moving up the bed parting my legs. Her breath on my scrotum. A moment later her mouth massaging my balls.