Double the Fun
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My dad remarried when I was 18. He had migrated from Florida to New Jersey after college. All his adult life, he had been a theoretical physicist working in the NYC financial district. When he met my mom, they married and got a place in the Connecticut ‘burbs. We lost my mom on 9/11. More recently, he rekindled an old flame from his high school days in south Florida. She was now divorced and lived close-ish by (also in Connecticut.) She worked in NYC too. They went on the sly for a while and then, when I was a junior in high school, they decided that they were getting married and that we, as a family, were all moving back to their hometown, (near Tampa) in Florida. Right before my senior year no less. In their opinions, the only time we could blend our families would be to rip us out by the roots and re-plant us in the fertile soil of southern Florida.
Dad and I had been on our own for 12 years and it was only normal for a widower to be attracted to another woman eventually. And I guess a woman his age might have a kid my age. But what is the chance that that woman would have two completely stunning daughters (both nearly my age). The girls were a complete surprise. It all was a surprise, but the girls were a total, complete and utter surprise.
It wasn’t like we got along immediately either. Mostly like three alpha dogs… growling, posturing, sniffing each other out. Then, it went really fast. I guess that was for us, not for them. They already had that high school “one that got away” history and then they kept this new thing low key and hidden until it was a real big thing and then it went really fast… for us.
News of their dating soon became news of their engagement and then we were the best man and their bridesmaids at their wedding. Then came news of our moving, and the inevitable “blending” of our families. It didn’t go too rough. We moved to near the beach and it never snows here. The girls are super-hot so my dick took a real beating at first. Both adults have long commutes into the business district so they must leave early in the morning. They say that leaving the “NYC crazy” was worth it.
My new sisters… Allie (20) is in college in Tampa at South Florida U and Claire (18) is in high school with me. They weren’t used to having a guy around in the mornings so they would walk around half dressed. Not truly “au naturale” (with bare asses-in-the-wind) but exposed enough to set my teen-aged mind on an in-the-gutter-walk-about. Nothing a firm hand couldn’t handle though. Early on, I went through so much Kleenex they must have thought I had long covid. That ended when my older sister (Allie) walked in on me in my bedroom, banging my fist.
She was nonplussed. Walked right up and called me an idiot. I was a bit set back. A beautiful college girl walks in with me lying there atop my bed with a left hand full of tissue and a well lotioned right hand full of dick. Busted with nothing I could use as a plausible defense. Fight, flight, or freeze. Couldn’t fight, dressed as I was there was nowhere to run, so I froze. She sat down on the edge of my bed beside me, then reached for some tissue and said, “Can I give you a hand?” With that, she then laid down, wiped the head off, and started stroking. Nonchalantly, she said, “I’ve never masturbated a guy before, so you’ll have to tell me what to do.” She was grasping the shaft too tightly, so I asked her to “adjust your grip and let it slide up and down like I am inside you.”
“Not so fast boy-o, I agreed to do this, not to do that.” I rather enjoyed the feel of her body on my bed, her breath on my neck, tits on my back, and her hand on my dick, so I felt reassurances might be in order. “You have nothing to fear from me, I’ll never take what isn’t freely offered,” I said. “Good,” she said, “then we have a workable arrangement.”
“Claire and I have been discussing you and we would like to work out a larger agreement. Teach us how that thing works and you won’t be whacking off. Leave us unsatisfied, or worse, leak that we had a deal and we will see to it that you’ll and ‘Mr. Stubs’ here never date again.” Then she put my dick in her warm, silky mouth and I forgot what I was going to say to her next.
She might not know how to give a hand job but she wasn’t bad with her tongue. I ask her to go a little faster, and she said, “not this time boy-o” and hopped off the bed, leaving me worse off than when we had started. She laughed and said, “I just came up to get your lazy ass downstairs for breakfast.”
Strange looks aside, breakfast started pleasant enough. The girls were having fresh fruit and yogurt with a sprinkle of granola (which seemed to be their go to). I was having typical boy food: heavy carbs coated in carbs floating in a bowl of milk. I had just filled my mouth when I nearly choked. Petite, angelic Claire clearly asked: “When are you going to show me that trophy cock that you are so proud of? Allie tells me that she even helped you polish it.”
I decided to not freeze this time. This time, I’d go on point. I got up and slowly walked up to her. “Coast is clear,” I asked? Allie answered “Would she have asked if it wasn’t.” I unzipped and pulled out my quickly stiffening dick. Ooooh, nice one… I guess… not too long and its not too fat… curves to the right, you’re right-handed– I see… then she slurped it. I mean she sucked it up into her mouth like it was a Jello shot. She bobbed her head a couple times to get it hard and then she… stopped? Then she said: “something to remember me by,” and kissed the tip. Shit, shit, shit. I was harder than Chinese Algebra.
No amount of visualizing “naked grandmas” doing deep knee bends was going to fix this. I quickly shot back upstairs and took a cold shower. Damn, any harder and I’d need an icicle up my ass to deflate it. For safety, I put on some speedos so I could keep my dick tucked down. I barely made the bus. In public Claire and I we were distant. You know, like proper siblings. It helped. I made it through classes even though my bent-back dick got painfully hard every time I thought too long about the events of this morning. School let out early so I went straight home after soccer practice and got home before dinner for a change.
Alice, my new mom, was attempting to help Claire with her “math” homework. My dad was late at the office again. Allie was upstairs somewhere and just as I was heading upstairs to drop off my gym bag, Alice asked about my homework. I replied, “I did it at 6th period study hall before practice, I am all good to go”. Then she asked me to have a look at Claire’s and I quickly dropped my bag off and went back down and sat down beside Claire. At a glance, I could see that she was well past my level. That was Particle Physics, not just math. I could help her study–as a human flashcard maybe– but I wasn’t going to be of any help explaining it. She would need to wait for my dad. Claire gave me a smile and said she wasn’t having any difficulty, just doing some extra work to stay on top.