Perhaps fittingly, our initial actions upon reaching our special clearing befitted our emotions towards each other. Dawn and I fell into each other’s arms, rolling around the blanket, kissing with a frantic urgency as if each touch of each other’s lips might be our last. Our clothes stayed on. Removing them just wasn’t important. Holding her cheeks in my hands and feeling her love invisibly emanate towards me were the priorities.
Meanwhile, Brooke and DJ moved further away, sitting together while staring out across the creek, deep in their own conversation. I imagine they were discussing what their plans for the near future would be and figuring out how to keep in touch. Theirs was a relationship based on their friendship, not sex. And they didn’t need to stare or watch Dawn and me. They’d watched us often enough.
If they had turned to watch us, at some point they would have started to see a show. After ten minutes of soulful kissing and expressing our love for each other, Dawn’s and my embrace followed its natural progression to a more physical expression of love. She was on top when my hand snaked beneath her shirt, lifting it up her back so that I could more easily access her naked skin. Dawn pulled it off the rest of the way, tossing it to the side and then hungrily kissing me once again.
The shirt was quickly followed by my fingers opening the clasp of her bra, freeing those big melons to my chest, then hands and lips. We rolled over and while I feasted on my favorite titflesh, Dawn pulled my shirt off and then squirmed around to remove her shorts and panties.
By the time Dawn and I were fully naked and rubbing against each other while making out passionately, Brooke and DJ had similarly progressed to the point of physical affection. Our little sisters were lying together on the next blanket over, heads delicately bobbing at one another as they french kissed sweetly and tenderly.
Dawn and I took our time. It was as if hurrying would only bring about our separation that much more quickly, and neither of us wanted that. Even when fully nude, with my hard cock almost uncomfortably grinding against Dawn’s hip, we didn’t rush things and enjoyed the simple pleasures of kissing and caressing each other’s body.
DJ, on the other hand, was eager for the promised orgy. She and Brooke got themselves naked, and while she leaned back and guided my little sister’s head between her legs, the blonde 15-year-old twisted her torso around, interposing herself between me and her older sister to grab hold of my erection and then swiftly stuff it into her mouth.
I groaned at the sudden rush of pleasure, my mouth molding around Dawn’s lips before I tore myself away to see what had happened to my cock. And when I saw the cute blonde bobbing her head up and down in my lap, I sagged back on my elbows while panting at the sky.
Dawn smirked when she realized her little sister had beaten her to the punch. But not one to complain about a situation she’d created for herself, Dawn merely took the opportunity presented and moved up to straddle my face. And while I sighed happily at the youngest Evans daughter fellating me, the middle Evans daughter sank her wet slit down onto my stiffened tongue.
We were a chain of oral pleasure for several minutes. DJ was the first to cum, the simultaneous pleasure of Brooke’s agile cunnilingus and thrill of sucking my dick bringing her over the edge into ecstasy in rapid order. Dawn was next, as I could do nothing less than my best when it came to my loving her. And DJ very nearly made me pop as well, but I was saved by her orgasm as she had to pull her head away to gasp and wheeze out her climax.
But the gasping and wheezing were not signs of energy loss. No, as soon as DJ recovered, she quickly vaulted herself into my lap, holding my shaft upright and then impaling her extreme tightness onto me, lunging three or four times before she managed to sink all the way down.
It was a good thing I’d already gotten Dawn to orgasm. The feeling of DJ humping herself on me was enough to distract me from my task as I groaned and focused inward on the pleasure. And when my eyes refocused upwards, I could see that Dawn’s big tits were being skillfully manipulated from behind by DJ’s smaller hands. And to my everlasting delight, I was just in time to see Dawn twist her head around and meet DJ in a tongue-filled kiss of Sapphic arousal, the two blue-eyed blonde sisters an extremely arousing sight.
“Like that, Deej?” Dawn husked quietly at her little sister from an inch away. “Feel my boyfriend’s dick deep inside you. Feel that thick cock stretching out your tight cunny. You’d better be nice to me if you want a piece of it next year.”
“Oh, Dawn! Oh, Dawn!” DJ whimpered. “I love it. I love Ben fucking me! I love being fucked! It’s the greatest thing EVER! Please! I’ll do anything! Just let him keep fucking me!”
Dawn giggled and kissed her sister’s cheek and neck while rubbing DJ’s tits in her hand. Brooke by now had also joined in on the action, reaching around to rub her best friend’s clit. And taking a cue from what I’d done to the girls before, as the blonde 15-year-old approached climax, Brooke obviously sucked on her index finger while grinning at me, and then stealthily popped her lubricated digit into DJ’s rectum.
“Ah, FUCK!” DJ shrieked and came, her body jerking as the wave of pleasure hit her like a ton of bricks. The young blonde’s spine went rigid and abruptly, she toppled backwards and fell off my dick, caught at the last second by Dawn who gently lowered her younger sister to the blankets while tenderly nipping and rubbing as DJ’s climax continued shaking her body.
With an evil little grin, Brooke was quick to take DJ’s place, hopping up and then sinking her even tighter pussy onto my shaft, working her hips like a belly dancer to cram every last inch of me inside of her. And when she finally worked herself down onto me, she puffed a stray lock of hair out of her face and grinned happily. “Hey bro. If only Mom could see us now.”
My eyes went wide. “Don’t joke about that or I won’t fuck you.”
Brooke pouted and then hunched her hips, clenching her inner muscles around my shaft like a third hand. “What, and miss all this?” she asked innocently.
Oh, I was screwed. If Brooke actually learned how to use her feminine wiles to manipulate me in ways her backstabbing attempts never succeeded, I was so screwed.
But at least, for now, so was she. I rolled us over so that Brooke squealed. And without dislodging my prick, we managed to settle so that my little sister was on her back with her legs hooked over my shoulders while I started screwing her. And rocking myself forward, I pulled her hips up and off the blanket, exposing her cute ass. And with one vicious slap, I spanked my little sister’s buttcheek.
“Oww!”
“Don’t be a bitch, Brooke.”
“What?”
I spanked her again.
Brooke’s eyes went wide and she went quiet, her face becoming a mask of innocence. And in a baby-cute voice, she insisted, “No, sir. I’ll be good.”
“Good girl,” I grinned, and then bent to kiss her while my hips re-started their pumping motion.
My little sister, folded in half beneath me, rocked with each stroke and whimpered happily. Her eyes lit up while I pistoned in and out of her clenching pussy and compressed her even tighter beneath my weight. And I knew things were going well when Brooke panted into my face, “Spank me again, big brother.”
I grinned and let fly with my open palm. After all of my sister’s evil manipulations over the years, she was finally getting the spanking she deserved.
While I complied with Brooke’s wishes by reddening her ass, Dawn came over and lay herself down beside my sister, rolling herself back and elevating her legs into a mimic of my little sister’s position. “Come on, Brooke,” Dawn complained. “You can have him all you want next week and beyond. Let me have my boyfriend back for a bit.”