This is a continuation of ‘sister’s sexual sleepover’. Please read the below for context xx

Part 1; https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/s/kpmDc4qK0a

Part 2; https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/s/y1AnAXsgea

Part 3; https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/s/Q9imRs7ZDb

Part 4; https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/s/P0LA4AvEOK

Part 5; https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/s/RyospAyxta

Finale; https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/s/Z14wMroMg4

Please let me know if you enjoyed.

All characters 18 and consenting.

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The bar was crowded on a Friday night, people of all shapes and sizes, creeds and colours mingling, the air filled with their overlapping conversations.

Sipping my dry martini I swirled the beverage in the glass, pondering how long I had been here.

Trying to focus in on the music that was drowned out by the various conversations around me I readjusted myself in the chair, the scar tissue of the letter ‘A’ brand my sister had given me, chaffing up against my jeans.

Taking another sip of my drink, the alcohol heavily watered down, I looked around once again. Through the sea of people I saw, at the end of the bar, a lady roughly around my age, staring back at me with bright hazel eyes and a well fitting turtleneck that only accentuated her ample breasts.

As if the eye contact was all the consent she needed she walked over briskly toward me, placing her dumptruck ass on a worn leather stool next to me;

“Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?” The lady said, the line very forced and rehearsed, her tone not selling it at all.

Finishing my drink, I placed it on the countertop and slid it toward the bartender, indicating for another.

“I think once was fine.”

Slinking down in her stool, her back now slumped I smelt an aura of booze, she had obliviously been drinking for quite some time.

It felt odd to talk to anyone but Abby but, as I remembered her saying, college was a time for us to “experiment” and “let loose”.

Seeing my new martini being slid toward me I looked at the ravishing lady next to me, her big breasts barely contained in the stretched out turtleneck, her mom jeans faded and hugging her thick thighs.

Dirty blonde hair in a messy ponytail dripped onto her shoulders, her tatted hands placed on the bar.

Feeling my dick tingle and my nerves come alight I smiled, maybe Abby was right.

Drinking the liquid courage, feeling my world become slightly hazier than before, I readied my reply.

I’d be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t drunk but unlike the woman beside me I could hold it better.

I placed a delicate hand on hers, her eyes moving up from the bar to mine;

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask but are you sure you’re not lost, because Heaven is a long way from here.”

She smiled giddily, my cheesy pickup line and nervous energy matching hers. Sitting more upright now, her confidence returning a conversation sprouted.

Through the noise of the venue, as the lighting cast a damp glow on her, I heard her speak;

“I haven’t seen you here before, are you new to town?”

“Moved here six months ago with my sister, we’re both freshmen, theatre majors. You?”

“Senior, studying reproductive health and medicine.” Becky said, her sentence eloquent for once.

Smirking, I took a sip of my drink to relax my vocal cords, the pitch of our conversation just under yelling as the music, people and venue itself all competed for our ears.

“You study reproductive health?”

The lady nodded back gingerly, more of her dirty blonde hair falling out from her up-do.

“Well maybe you could help me. I’ve got this problem where I can cum multiple times in a row and stay hard, is that something I should get checked out?” I said, my tone playful and suggestive.

Through a naughty smile and a bite of her lip the lady replied;

“I think I should give you a check up, how does 10 minutes from now at your place sound?”

Standing up from the bar, my hand still gripping hers I pulled her from the chair. Leading her now through the wave of people I saw thin, petite girls in little black dresses, men in tight chinos and unbuttoned collared shirts.

Goth girls and grunge guys, sporty spices and jock types. All manner of people were here.

Some chatted amongst themselves while others huddled together as if in a scrimmage. Pulling the lady closure to the door I saw many couples making out together, their hands running the length of each other, gripping and grabbing at whatever body parts they could.

Turning around now, to view the girl, she stumbled forward into me, a cute smile ripping across her face. I couldn’t tell if she was drunk, horny or smitten or a mixture of all three.

Deciding then and there to heed Abby’s suggestion I pulled the curvy lady in close, her hot body firmly pressed against mine, our lips millimetres apart;

“What’s your name?”

“Becky.”

“Nice to meet you Becky, I’m Jake.”

“What if I forget your name?” Becky said coyly.

“You’ll be screaming it a lot later, so I wouldn’t worry too much.” I replied, my horny brain taking over almost completely

Turning around again, her body unfurling from mine I walked with a brisker pace toward the door.

Dodging some people while gently pushing others aside, Becky all the while attached to my hand, but only just.

Feeling our clammy hands becoming loose I took an ill-fated step forward as I lost my grip.

Stumbling forward, I barrelled ahead, accidentally knocking one of the hostesses as I fell to the floor.

The unknown server came crashing down, her drink tray smashing against the floor, covering the false wood with shards of glass and brightly coloured alcohol.

Rubbing my head as I rolled from my stomach to my back, I checked my hands for blood or glass shards as, to my surprise, Becky was waiting beside me, her hand outstretched to help me up.

As she picked me up and I regained my footing, I immediately leaned down to help the woozy employee to her feet, her bright red hair all sticky and knotted from the alcohol.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry.”

Picking her up, the lady brushed her hair out from her eyes, revealing her familial face to me.

As I saw it my heart dropped, Becky’s arm intertwining with mine as I gasped;

“Abby?!”

The server looked at me puzzled, adjusting her uniform.

“Abby? Whose Abby? My name’s Olivia darlin” ‘Olivia’ said, her accent passable to my drunk ears.

“Do you know this girl?” Becky asked, her jealousy unhidden

“Never seen him before in my life darl.” Olivia answered back slapping me on the shoulder as she looked Becky up and down.

“Now I don’t usually say this, on account of not wanting to get fired and all, but hot damn missy you are finer than our aged wine.” Olivia said, wolf whistling at Becky who blushed in reply.

Standing gobsmacked, my mouth fully agape, my white shirt covered in spirits, the two continued a quick conversation, running their hands down each other’s arms, their touch lingering a second or two too long.

Becky laughed and laughed as ‘Olivia’ kept cracking jokes and paying her embellished compliments, as soon as Becky’s eyes closed as she laughed Olivia’s eyes locked onto mine as she ran her tongue sexually along her luscious lipstick covered lips.

“I better clean this up. Shame too, my shift just ended, but I guess I gotta work to clean this up.” Olivia said, her all black work uniform completely drenched in alcohol.

“Or…you could just come with us?” Becky said, fully serious.

“With you?” Olivia said, feigning shock.

“If you’re up for it.” Becky said, looking over at me suggestively.

Before I had time to intervene or even question the situation I felt myself being tugged out of the room, Becky clasping one hand as Olivia dragged me with the other.

Now outside, Olivia called out; “I’ll get us an Uber.”

As Olivia traced the curb like a tight rope, Becky pulled my attention toward her, her sweaty hands gripping my cheeks;

“So I was thinking.” She said, her words fairly slurred. “I’m into girls, and she’s cute. And I’m into guys and you’re cute…so maybe if you’re up for it…we could have a three way?” She said, her sentence a straight string of her brain’s inner ramblings.

Before I could even consider the entire situation I heard a car rip around the corner.

Although I drank a lot earlier, Abby’s surprise appearance had sobered me up. It felt only right to tell Becky. I needed to, as sooner or later the truth would come out whether knowingly or not. But the three way sounded beyond comprehension, perhaps I could bite my tongue a little bit longer…

The car pulled up, the horn blaring, beckoning for us to pack in. Becky grabbed my hand and eagerly tugged me toward the car. Finding our way into the backseat, Abby or ‘Olivia’ was already waiting, strapped in.

As I buckled myself in and the car jetted away, the light in the back of the car dimming down, I felt Becky squeeze my hand as I felt Abby squeeze my dick.

As we found our way down the backstreets, ripping down at a ludicrous speed I felt the eerie warmth of Abby’s words smack against my neck and worm their way into my ears;

“This is going to be fun.”

Pulling up to Abby & I’s house, the one she procured for us from our parents by soliciting their financial aid via blackmail, Abby exited the car first, running around to the other side to help Becky disembark.

Unclipping the seatbelt, I scurried on out, my dick hard and dripping. Abby had been rubbing me, practically jerking me off the entire car trip home through my pants.

Even when Becky was speaking to us both or looking across me to speak to ‘Olivia’, Abby didn’t stop, if anything she sped up.

Walking to the door, Abby and Becky far ahead of me I shook my head.

I don’t know why this came as such a shock to me. I knew Abby was a deviant, a sexual animal.

I can’t believe it took me the better part of six months to realise what she was doing. I wonder how many of my dates, dates she had practically begged me to go on, she had attended in secret.

Did she act as a waiter each time? Did she have different plans and identities for each?

Feeling my cock grow in my pants and my underwear become drenched with pre cum I tried to push the thoughts from my mind, lest I cum before even entering my home.

As I reached the door, unlocking it, the two girls burst in at full speed, locking lips and grabbing at each other’s supple, perky breasts.

Abby ripped Becky’s turtle neck off, throwing it to the far side of the den as she pushed her new conquest toward the living room.

Following closely behind, my dick growing with every passing action, I saw Becky begin sucking on Abby’s neck, gripping two hefty handfuls of her lovely ass.

Striping each other the vortex of their passion ripped around the room, knocking furnishings from cabinets and frames from walls before they found themselves plastered against one another, their naked bodies smashing together atop the thick circular rug.

Abby pushed herself atop Becky, planting kiss after kiss on her, with one hand fondling her pierced nipples while the other clambered to find the fireplace remote.

Finding it, she switched it on before tossing the remote from view, bringing her mouth down upon Becky’s hardened, engorged nips.

Through moans she arched her back, gripping the carpet as the fire warmed the room.

Like a pathetic cuck or an opportunistic voyeur, I stood immobile, my hands sliding my pants down. Taking my throbbing dick into my large hands I began to stroke silently, my pre cum all the lube I needed.

The sight was beyond decadence, almost transcendent. My sister and her latest sexual conquest, it was beyond erotic.

The way Abby sucked her nipples, licking them so enthusiastically before nibbling on them just enough to make Becky scream.

In some ways I felt emasculated having my date stolen from me and fucked in front of me, while in another breath I felt elated I was privileged enough to be able to even watch this.

Looking over to me, her eyes locking onto mine as she lapped up the nipple like a thirsty dog, Abby’s eyes hungrily called to me, ordering me to keep going.

Through unspoken verbal cues I knew I had to jack myself harder and faster, with an almost painful grip; the way Abby liked me touching myself. The way I had come to learn was the only appropriate way to touch myself.

As I sped up I felt the pleasure build, before my mind’s trance was shattered by a shrill, voice;

“Bring that big, long dick over here.” Becky called, panting hard, her chest raising up and down frantically as Abby kept on licking.

Doing as I was told, I walked over to the pair, feeling the full heat of their passion and the fireplace all at once. Abby rolled off Becky and with her free hand began rubbing her clit.

Closing her eyes and lifting her ass slightly, as if presenting, I saw Becky’s magnificent cunt, her pleasure palace dripping eagerly with her sensual juices.

“She’s been wanting you all night, how about you reward her.” Abby said, her red hair matted and frayed.

Following the not so subtle order, I knelt down and slid in, Becky moaning loudly as I entered her, my massive thick cock stretching her tight, sensitive pussy.

Starting my strokes slow, Abby continued to rub;

“Go on fuck her. Fuck her good.” She barked, the veneer of her character dropping, her accent all but gone.

I sped up to a pace that Abby seemed to like, her devilish smile appearing signalling my approval. Ramming into Becky I watched as her massive tits flopped around, the tattoo or a serpent slithering underneath her boobs visible as they bounced.

Stopping the rubbing now, Abby stood over Becky, grabbing her heels and lifting her legs to allow for deeper penetration.

As she pulled her legs back, she squatted down, her own wet pussy and tight asshole pointed at Becky’s face.

None the wiser, Becky groaned and yelled in joy, her eyes unable to open as the pleasure consumed her.

“Slow down.” Abby barked as she lowered herself mere inches above Becky’s face.

“Babes, lick my fucking cunt, lick my dripping wet pussy and give the big boy a show. Otherwise I think he might get bored.” Abby said, her tone teasing, almost degrading.

Slowing down as ordered I watched as Becky pushed her neck upwards, her tongue extended as far as it could possible go, to reach Abby’s mind melting holes.

Upon adjusting herself, now sitting on Becky’s face Abby nodded to me to resume my speed.

Doing so without question, afraid to upset my goddess of a sister, I went back to my deep and fast strokes, my dick disappearing within her as my balls tingled with anticipation.

“Yeah that’s it — fuck her good.” And said wiggling deeper into Becky, practically suffocating her.

Through muffled moans of joy I felt Becky’s pussy tense around my cock, her fluids practically leaking all over my cock and the carpet.

As she wiggled and worked her way through the intense orgasm, her whole body shaking Abby pushed herself even harder onto Becky’s, purposefully obstructing her airway.

“Cmon, fuck her. Cum in her. Did you ask if she was on BC? Did you do an STI screen?” Abby said, jumping from sexual deviancy to an almost maternal figure; who was she?

“Bury that load in her pussy, fill her fucking Cunt up right now!” Abby said almost screaming as Becky smacked her hands against Abby’s round ass, her air running out.

“Hurry up now, she’s getting impatient.” Abby said evilly, twirling her fake red hair around a rogue finger, her perky breasts pointing toward me.

Speeding up to my fastest pace, in seventh gear I rammed into her the pleasure building fast and hard.

As if on her command the wave of exhilaration rushed up my shaft, my nerve endings frying with pleasure as an earth shattering load launched from my cock, the very feeling causing me to shake and falter, loosing my balance and rhythm, practically falling atop Becky.

The load kept pumping my warm, sticky seed into Becky’s basically unknown hole. I knew nothing about her but I just filled her with my fucking fat load.

Just as quickly as my pleasure had come it had been replaced with a deep and worried anxiety, my cock still twitching out the last spurts of my manhood.

Almost on cue, Abby stood up from her seat of Becky’s face, releasing her legs at the same time.

With a heavy and much needed gasp Becky sprung up partially, the angle making the shape of her vagina change ever so slightly, the post-orgasm sensitivity almost too much to combat.

Sliding out slowly, Abby walked beside me, grabbing my shoulders and ripping me out the rest of the way, practically tossing me to the side like yesterday’s garbage.

From the ground I looked over to see the still panting Becky’s cum filled pussy begin to push out my seed.

Waiting to catch it with an eager mouth was Abby who pressed her tongue up against her, lapping up every last morsel, letting not even one iota touch the ground.

Licking inside her cunt, around the opening and across her inner legs Abby licked and licked and licked until she was satisfied it was all pumped out, Becky now a puddle of pleasure, sprawled out on the floor.

Abby stood up from her laying position, grabbed a blanket and chucked it over Becky, like a doctor closing the sterilised curtain.

Picking up her phone, one hand pressing buttons the other vigorously rubbing her own clit, Abby pulled the ringing phone to her ear, her other hand not even close to slowing down.

“Yeah hi can…mmhmmm, can I get a Cab to 798 Western Circuit…uhhhh…mmm…okay.” Abby said, hanging up quickly as she pushed herself over the edge, the powerful orgasm buckling her knees in.

She fell backwards landing in a heap in the white leather couch.

Laying there panting, as Becky and I did the same, we all looked at each other, our gazes switching at random intervals.

With scarce few words Abby helped Becky to her feet and helped her find her clothes as she redressed herself.

I pulled my own pants up and tried to tidy up the near destroyed room as the pair of gorgeous women walked around, picking up their tattered clothes.

Hearing a car horn from outside, Abby led a weak-legged Becky outside who, through post-orgasm slurred speech said something to Abby, of which I only caught the tail end;

“I can’t believe that technique, I’ll be using that.”

Loading her into the car, I walked out from the house, looking dishevelled.

“When’s your Uber coming?” Becky asked Abby. “jump in, we’ll split the fair.” She said, genuine and sincere.

“You just get home darlin’, I’ll call one in a sec.” Abby responded, putting the ‘Olivia’ drawl back on, smacking the cab’s trunk telling the driver to take off.

After the hit, the car began to drive away, Abby waving in an over-exaggerated manner. Swinging her arms side to side like she were doing the wave at a concert, she called out;

“Drive safely! Come find us again sometime sweetheart!”

As the cab rounded the corner and left our street, the dim streetlights illuminating the early morning blackness, Abby gripped her red hair and began to frantically pull.

Horrifically, she ripped the wig off, it pulling clumps of her real blonde hair out with it, from where it was woven in together. Throwing her bald cap into the gutter below she ran two feminine hands through her long flowing hair, ruffling it vigorously.

As her hair returned to normal, she leaned toward me and placed a peck on my cheek. With a loud, almost obnoxious yawn she gestured to the doorway.

Walking behind her I longed to hear Abby explain herself, to give me any semblance of her motives, yet all I got in return was the dead rattle of our keys entering our door and Abby slyly saying;

“She seemed fun.”