It was a rather quick drive from the house to Haverfield Heights Mall. We sprinted quickly, the girls giggling, the through the light mist that was falling to the mall entrance.
We ate our brunch on the food court. I noticed that Brigitte and Cynthia had slipped their sandals off as we ate as they were running their feet up and down my leg. Grinning, I kicked off my own sandals and returned the favor. I slid my foot up Brigitte’s leg, pushing her loose mesh shorts up. She jumped in her seat with a squeal when I goosed her pussy with my big toe. A few heads turned to look at her. Blushing, Brigitte took a sip of her water as she pushed my foot away.
When we were full, we set off to wandering the mall, Brigitte on my left and Cynthia on my right, both clutching my arms.
“Ooh,” Brigitte said. “I’m going to go over there quickly.”
“You have the credit cards, Brigitte,” I warned. “Don’t take too long.”
“I won’t,” she laughed, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. I watched her sashay off, her blue t-shirt swaying with her steps.
“Well,” I said. “We might as well wait, Cynthia. Let’s go sit by that fountain.”
We walked over and sat down on the bench. I leaned back, my hands behind my head. Cynthia sat down across my lap, leaning her head against my shoulder. I glanced down through the cleavage offered to me and grinned.
“Cynthia,” I whispered. “Are you not wearing a bra?”
“No,” she giggled. With my left hand I reached behind her and pinched her bottom through her khaki shorts.
“And no panties, either.” Cynthia blushed.
“This shorts are a little tight,” she whispered. “I didn’t want any lines to show.”
“Don’t you have any thongs or g-strings?” I whispered into her ear.
“No,” she blushed.
“Perhaps we can remedy that then,” I smiled. “There is a Victoria’s Secret and a Frederick’s of Hollywood here.”
Cynthia giggled against my chest.
“How long do you think she’ll be?” she asked.
“With Brigitte, who knows? She can be either fast or slow. It depends on what she’s doing. It’s not like we’re going anywhere cause she’s got the cards.”
“Okay then,” Cynthia said, snuggling closer. “Wake me up when she’s back.”
Smiling, I watched as Cynthia drifted off to sleep against my chest.
As I waited, I followed the flow of people around us. A good number of the older customers walking the mall frowned at Cynthia and I, but they kept on walking. I noticed a few girls smile at us, and with a quick read, I could see they were jealous.
One woman in the crowd really stood out. She was tall and slim with an athletic build. Her red hair hung down to her waist. This woman was all curves, dressed in tan mini-skirt and blouse that drew the eyes. When she looked at me, I could tell she was checking me out!
Smiling and nodding my head at her, I reached into her mind, just slightly. No need to make her nervous, I thought. Whoa! Boy was I wrong. She was actually checking Cynthia out. Luckily, that didn’t really burst my bubble cause she was thinking about a three way between us!
I quickly pushed my phone number into her mind, hoping she would call later.
Finally, Brigitte arrived, a large smile on her face.
“What did you get?” I asked.
“I’ll show you later,” she giggled. Rolling my eyes, I woke Cynthia up. She climbed off my lap and I led the girls into the department store, making a mental note to stop at a few stores on the way home.
A couple hours later, we left the department store weighed down in bags of clothing. I grinned to myself, looking forward to the show the girls were going to put on. Especially the items I picked out, such as a blue and maize pleated cheerleader skirt for Brigitte.
We made a quick stop by Frederick’s of Hollywood, making sure the girls stocked up on thongs and g-strings.
Down with the mall, we walked outside to the car, the sun shining down.
“Back home?” Brigitte asked as she started up the engine.
“Nope,” I said, as I got comfortable with Cynthia on my lap. “Another store. You ought to know the place. So many people have tried to shut it down.”
Gulping, Brigitte nodded and drove off until we arrived at a non-descript cement building.
“You two stay here,” I said, getting out of the car. “I’ll be back as fast as I can.”
I returned as fast as I could, carrying brown paper bags containing vibrators of various sizes, nipple clamps, cuffs & collars with connecters of various lengths, feather ticklers, strap-ons with matching dildoes of various sizes, gags, whips, a paddle and a crop. The prize piece of them all was a classic hog-tie set. I couldn’t wait to try these out.
“What’re those for?” Brigitte asked. I reached into one of the bags and palmed a small vibrator. Keeping it hidden from her sight as she drove home, I turned it on. Smiling, I slipped my hand beneath the brunette’s mesh shorts and shoved the vibrator into her pussy.
“Whoa!” she cried out in shock. “D, don’t do that while I’m driving next time! I don’t want an accident on my record.”
“Well,” I said huskily into her ear. “I’m kind of hoping you do.” I slipped my hand under her t-shirt and latched a nipple clamp onto her right nipple.
“Oh!” Brigitte said, her eyes going wide, flushing. “Be… Careful… Don’t… Want… To… Go… Off… Road…”
I slipped another clamp onto her left nipple. Brigitte moaned, filling the car with her lust induced voice. She started to hump her hips forward. I reached into her crotch and began to frig her clit.
“Must… Concentrate…” she panted. “Need… To… Come… Auggggggh!”
Brigitte jerked the wheel to the right as she orgasmed. I grabbed the wheel and turned the car back before we could jump off the road. I kept my hands on the wheel, watching as Brigitte continued to dance in her seat.
Finally, we parked into the driveway. I helped Brigitte out of the car; her face was red with desire.
“Take… It… Arggggh! Out! It’s… Torture! So… So… Arggggh! Horny!”
I led her into the house, helping her walk as the orgasms continued to wear her down. Inside, I laid her out on the sofa and pulled her shorts down to her ankles. Her crotch was rank with her excretions. I plucked the slick vibrator from her pussy and turned it off.
“Thank… you…” Brigitte panted. “Need… One… More… Real… Thing… Please!”
The brunette spread her legs, inviting me to her trimmed bush. Grinning at her induced lust, I dropped my jeans and boxers. I plunged my hard rod into her flowing pussy, resulting in a pleasure-filled squeal from Brigitte. She clenched and climaxed twice more, shaking with pleasure. At last, my seed burst forth, filling her pussy up. Extricating myself from the brunette, I looked down on my sister. A small smile crossed her face as she slept, wearing from the orgasms that had been wracking her body.
“Well, well,” I heard from the kitchen. “What do we have here? Mom’ll kick you out for this.”
I looked up, spying Antoinette, grinning like the Cheshire cat. I smirked back at her, relishing the fun I would have with her.
“Don’t you smirk at me!” she snapped. “You just fucked my sister!”
“I can assure you it was consensual,” I said. “As for you, it won’t be.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Antoinette seethed. Her face covered in anger, she seemed to tower over me. Antoinette was a five foot three blonde terror. She had teased and beaten me in the past, always embarrassing me in front of my friends. |