Seaside with Two Sisters

The stars were brilliant pinpoints of light with the Milky Way arcing from horizon to horizon. Having nowhere to go and nothing to do but relax and enjoy, the weight of my recent personal disasters lifted away.

Emma sat leaning against my side, hand stroking my leg. Her eyes were alive with mischief and lust, mirroring my own feelings. Our desire for each other had been simmering all evening.

I hoped Mia would soon leave us alone, but she seemed comfortable. The weed, mild as it was, seemed to have relaxed her. She was rattling off more stories about the restaurant, the island, college, and human existence in general.

“I mean, why are we here if not to love each other, take care of each other and learn about the wonders of the universe? It’s all in the numbers, you know. Newton was the first to really get it. Too bad he died a virgin. If I’d been around back then I’d have… Oh, wow, man. Look at the moon!”

Emma and I chortled.

“Is this Mia’s first time smoking dope?” I said.

Emma grinned. “Oh, no. She gets all animated and philosophical when she drinks, too.”

Then we noticed Mia was looking back towards the ocean.

Behind the tent, the full moon was rising above the lip of the bluff, huge and brilliant orange.

We walked to the edge to see the whole thing. Glowing and split by wisps of cloud, the moon painted a fiery path towards us across the calm ocean.

Emma and I stood side-by-side with arms around each other’s waist. Mia appeared at my other side. She looked uncertain again, so I wrapped an arm around her too. She melted against me, slinking her arm around my back.

The magic of the view was surpassed by the magic of having Emma and Mia to share it with.

Only a light breeze was blowing from the ocean. Gentle waves lapped the beach below.

“Anyone want to go for a swim?” I said.

When I looked at Emma, I caught something wordless passing between her and Mia.

Emma gathered us into a three-way group hug.

“Not me,” she said with a coy smile.

“Yeah, maybe later,” said Mia. She rocked from one foot to the other looking up with huge pleading eyes.

We stood looking at each other, then Emma gently guided my head towards her sister until our lips almost touched. Mia wet her lips, her breath quickening, then pulled me into a hungry kiss.

Her lips were so soft and tasted faintly of strawberry lip balm. Mia cautiously pressed the tip of her tongue past my lips, and I responded by pressing mine into hers. With Emma watching, it was intensely intimate. My simmering lust went to full boil.

We separated. I looked from Mia to Emma and back. Emma glanced purposefully at the tent.

My objections evaporated.

“We’d be more comfortable in your trailer,” I said.

Emma beamed. She grabbed Mia’s hand and mine.

“We don’t want to wait,” she said, pulling us to the door of the tent.

Emma said, “Take off her clothes.”

Mia gasped, drawing an arm to her chest. She flashed her sister an incredulous look then darted her eyes to the other camp sites. I looked around too: we were the only ones awake.

Mia lowered her arm, faced me and bit her lip, giving a tiny nod.

I drew her t-shirt over her arms and off then undid the front clasp of her bra and removed that too.

She stood naked from the waist up, her eyes on mine, huge and trusting.

Mia’s shorts and underwear were next. I crouched to slide them down her long legs, bringing me face-level with her beautiful pussy—for the second time that day.

I stood to take in the entrancing sight of her naked body lit by the moon and flickers from the fire: her lovely breasts, her womanly hips with an enticing gap between her thighs.

Mia breathed excitedly, but stood with hands at her sides, letting me admire her.

From behind, Emma asked, “You want to strip him, or should I?”

Mia raked me with her eyes. “You, Em. You do it.”

Without hesitation, Emma yanked off my shirt and shorts. She gave my ass an affectionate pat. Mia stared at my rising cock pulsing slightly in time with my thudding heart.

Inside, Emma stripped, and we lay on the air bed with me between them. Emma kissed me passionately then pushed me to face her sister.

Mia immediately pulled me close and met my lips. She glided her hands all over me as I did the same to her. She found my hard cock and stroked and squeezed while jamming her tongue into my mouth. She was so excited I wondered if she would come the moment I touched between her legs.

I separated and bent to nuzzle her neck while stroking and massaging one soft boob. Mia sighed and lay back, still grasping my dick, stroking idly.

Mia’s hips rose and churned. I bent and took a breast into my mouth and trailed fingertips down along her tummy and across her sparse triangle of fur. She parted her legs in welcome and I lightly stroked up along the sides of her pussy.

“Ooo,” she breathed. “That’s nice. More. Please? ”

Laying half across her, I switched to suckle her other breast then ran fingertips over her inner thighs, down her legs then up, swiping the back of my hand lightly over her mons.

Mia held my head to her breast with one hand and tried to force my hand back between her legs. At first, I resisted, then started touching her more and more directly as she moaned and writhed.

She groaned when I introduced first one finger then a second inside her. She was wet, but not yet ready. I curled my fingers up, seeking her g-spot. Mia moaned and bucked when I pressed and massaged the right location.

Behind, Emma began kissing my neck and shoulders then raked my ass with her nails. “I think she’s ready,” she whispered.

I thought so too. Sliding down, I kissed down Mia’s tummy and got between her widely spread thighs.

Unlike that morning, we weren’t in any rush, so I took my time teasing, licking, rubbing and exploring every wonderful part of her. Above, Mia was panting steadily, groaning and sighing, head thrown back and to the side.

With one hand she was pleasuring one of her boobs while guiding my head with the other. Using every technique I knew, I built her passions right to the edge then backed off, pressing a palm firmly against her mound until she calmed, then started her up that hill again.

A warm mouth engulfed the head of my cock. Emma had moved to kneel on the floor of the tent. She pumped my dick while swirling her tongue around the tip, an impish gleam in her eye.

Mia regained my attention my mashing my face into her and I resumed my quest. Trying to ignore the incredible sensations of her sister skillfully stroking and sucking my cock, I worked to bring Mia to the edge once more. Her little cries and gasps were like music.

Finally, I worked my fingers back and forth inside her while lapping and carefully sucking her engorged clit. Mia inhaled one raspy breath, arched her back and froze.

Emma lifted her mouth from my dick to watch her sister. I grounded Mia again with my palm against her and watched the breathtaking beauty of her being swept away. Mia’s eyes were closed, her eyebrows raised, and mouth wide in an expression of pure angelic bliss.

I looked down and shared a smile with Emma. She scooted up to lay beside Mia, brushing strands of hair from her forehead.

Sliding up to Mia’s other side, I kissed her cheek. Her eyes blinked open, and she looked from me to Emma.

“You okay?” Emma asked.

“Oh, god, Em. That was even better.”

Mia brushed my cheek. Then reached down to grasp my cock again. Her chest was still rising and falling.

She looked at Emma. Again, something unspoken passed between them.

Emma nodded then reached across to touch my arm.

“Fuck her,” she whispered.

I was rock hard and beyond ready, but I thought Mia was off limits.

“Are… are you sure that’s okay?”

Mia gazed at me with smokey, needful eyes, looking even hungrier than before.

“Only if you want to,” she said.

The thought of burying myself in that sweet girl, maybe even bringing her to another orgasm, had my heart racing.

“Oh, Mia,” I said, “Yes. I really, really want to.”

She growled and pulled me onto her, spreading her legs while I got into position.

My cock found her entrance on its own. She wrapped her arms around me and I pushed inside her in one slow, exhilarating motion.

Mia stared, wide-eyed, moving her hips with tiny motions, feeling me speared so deep inside. I moved too, eager to get even deeper, overcome by the sensations.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me hard.”

Slowly I withdrew, feeling her passage grasping my shaft, reluctant to release me. When again I was poised just at her entrance, I teased her nudging just in and out. Mia groaned and wrapped her legs around me, desperate to draw me in. She gave a guttural grunt when I pushed in hard, stuffing her full in one merciless stroke.

We began to fuck. Mia grunted each time I impaled her, then urged me to do it again, harder. Soon I was pounding into her, my nuts slapping her ass, lost in raw animal need to mate, to drive deep into her then fill her with come. Mia took it gleefully, meeting each stroke, groaning, grunting, urging me on.

“Mia,” I groaned, “gonna come.”

“Wait,” she said, then rolled us over. She began riding me like a demon, her hands planted on my chest, impaling herself, rutting and sliding, boobs bouncing.

I held her hips, fighting the urge to come. Sweet Mia became a wildcat, sliding and grinding, keeping my cock stuffed deep inside her. I grabbed her boobs, massaging them and sliding thumbs over her nipples, marvelling how she was using me for her pleasure.

She worked away for a long while and I knew I couldn’t last. At last, Mia stopped, head up, eyes glazed then wriggled, her mouth wide. Then inside she began pulsing and gripping all around my shaft.

Mia let out an explosive breath and dropped her head between her shoulders. I exploded into her, losing my grip on her boobs as my muscles went slack, flooding her with everything I had.

After, we lay facing each other, caressing. The tent air was heavy with the smell of sex.

Mia had one leg over me. She looked between us at the gobs of come leaking from her.

“You’re the first,” she said, and smiled.

“What? You weren’t a virgin.”

“No. You’re the first to come in me. I’ve always used condoms.”

“But… you’re protected, right? Birth control?”

“Well, of course.”

“Told you she was cautious,” Emma said.

I turned. Emma was laying on the air bed behind me, head resting on one arm. I’d forgotten she was there, having focused entirely on Mia.

“You watched?”

Emma shrugged. “I sort of participated. Couldn’t watch you two without taking care of myself, too.” She kissed me. “But I’m hoping for a little more. Think you’ll get some energy back later?”

“I dunno. Mia is pretty fierce.” I laid my head down. “I’m a little worn out.”

Emma smiled at her sister and nestled against my side. Mia did the same.

“Mind if we sleep here for a while?” Emma asked.

I didn’t mind at all.

~~~~

Sometime during the night, I woke, hard and horny, spooned behind Emma. She woke when I slipped my dick into the gap between her legs from behind.

“Mmmm,” she said, pulling my hand to her breast. “You got your energy back. But we’ll wake Mia. She gets grumpy without enough sleep.”

“Then come with me.”

Emma giggled when I quietly unzipped the tent door and led us, still naked, outside. After zipping it back up, I took her hand and led her to the sandy path at the top of the bluff. It was pre-dawn—the sky had just barely begun to lighten.

We looked over the ocean then I pulled her into an embrace, and we kissed.

Emma pulled back. “Thank you for doing that with Mia.”

“Only too happy to help a woman in need,” I said. “Is she vegetarian too?”

“No, just me. Why?”

She tastes a little like lobster. For some reason, now I really like it.”

Emma stared, then covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. She swatted me.

We embraced again, kissing and running hands over each other. She stroked me and I felt her getting wet.

“I want you,” she said. “Now.”

She looked around. “But there’s nothing to lie on. One grain of sand in the wrong place and it gets really unpleasant.”

I stepped behind her, turning her to face the ocean beyond. “Kneel down.”

I helped her to her to her knees then pushed between her shoulders.

“Head down, ass up,” I said.

She turned and smiled, then went on all fours.

Wiggling her broad ass, she said, “Okay, farmboy… should I oink, bark or moo?”

I laughed. “You are so nasty.”

Emma grinned.

I kneeled behind her and ran a hand over her puffy lips. Positioning at her opening, I nudged. Emma pushed back a little. Slowly her wetness grew, and I slipped a little deeper inside her with each push. Finally, we were fully joined.

I withdrew, then impaled her with one measured stroke.

“Guh!” Emma huffed, going down onto her elbows.

“How about you just grunt?” I said.

Grabbing her hips, I started taking her. Emma gasped and moaned, pushing back to meet each thrust, twisting and angling herself for the best angle. as I fucked her with careful deep strokes. Then she reached between us to strum and tease her clit.

I loved the sight of Emma’s upturned ass in that submissive position­­—completely exposed and vulnerable.

We were quickly losing the cover of night as dawn broke in earnest. Though partially hidden by the tall beach grass, soon we’d be easily seen from the beach.

Fortunately, we were reaching our limit. Emma met my thrusts with an increasingly irregular rhythm as she frigged her clit. I bent over her and nipped her shoulders while grabbing one bobbing breast, squeezing then teasing her nipple.

I tried to hold out, but then sailed past the point of no return. Straightening up, I grabbed Emma’s hips and jammed into her, unloading deep. Within moments, Emma cried out as orgasm overtook her too.

Emma was still squeezing around my dick, and I was still throbbing within her when we noticed a jogger running along the wet sand of the beach. We collapsed onto the sand, hoping to be out of view.

Emma rolled over, still catching her breath. We shared a smile and laughed.

~~~~

“You know, you never said when you had to go home.”

Emma bit into her bread and peanut butter. It was the only vegetarian breakfast I could offer while Mia and I had scrambled eggs and bacon.

“Before my severance pay runs out, I guess. But this is the last day I have this campsite. I have to clear off by 2 PM.”

The sisters looked at each other, again exchanging some wordless communication.

“The bunks in our trailer are queen-size,” Mia said. “Lots of room, if you’d like to join us.”

“I’d like that,” I said. “Er, am I going to be in the middle of some kind of sibling rivalry?”

“You’ve seen us,” said Emma. “We share very well. Oh, and for reference, I sleep on the right-side bunk, Mia sleeps on the left.”

“Exactly. So where would I sleep?”

The girls exchanged a look.

To Emma, Mia said, “Should we take turns, or flip a coin every night?”