My Brother's Bi Girlfriend

My Brother's Bi Girlfriend Pt. 02

Author's Note:

After some encouragement, I wrote two more parts to Tara's story.

This part begins right after Part 1, and details the next day of the Trio's weekend of discovery.

All characters engaged in sexual activity are over 18.

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The three of us talked for a while... after. Steve lay curled up with Shannon, and I sat cross legged facing them, my pillow placed in my lap. I didn't put on a shirt, but I still wasn't comfortable being totally nude for anyone, let alone my brother. Old habits die hard, I guess.

They described their first time together, their first time with anyone, but also explained what made sex so enjoyable for them.

"I think it is different when you are with someone you truly care about," Steve surprised me by saying. "I've been with a couple girls who were just... one-night-stands. They were fun, but lacking somehow. Being with Shannon is totally different. One, she knows what she is doing, and two, because we just connect. Honestly, the orgasms are stronger and more intense with her."

"He gets me," Shannon said giving my brother a kiss. Without taking her eyes off his, she continued, "He's accepted me from our very first meeting when he walked in on me and my roommate."

"Who I had gone out with a couple times," Steve interjected.

"He caught us just kissing, and was horrified at the sight."

"I wasn't horrified, just surprised."

Shannon giggled as she teased him. "Most guys would have turned around and slammed the door behind them, but not Steve. He actually apologized for interrupting and sat down at my desk and started talking about a math test."

"Neither of you were my girlfriend," Steve explained. "Kristi and I weren't even dating. I had just come over to study, and she said she would keep the door unlocked for me. I just happened to walk in just as two people were kissing. So what?"

"Do you see what I mean?" Shannon asked me. "Steve didn't see two women kissing. He saw Shannon and Kristi, two people, kissing.Thatis the difference. Acceptance of me as a person, not as a lesbian."

"She's definitely not a lesbian," Steve whispered with a wink at Shannon.

"But you didn't know that at the time, and it didn't matter. You didn't see the 'sin' or the lesbians or anything like that. You saw me and Kristi, just two people. I think I started falling in love with him right there."

"That and because of my devilish good looks," Steve added, and we all laughed.

Acceptance. The concept resonated with me, the word echoing in my mind as I thought it over. Being with someone who just completely accepted you, your strengths, your weaknesses, your passions, your desires, your dreams, everything about you. Complete acceptance. That is what Steve and Shannon had.

That was what I wanted.

Shannon recognized my passions and invited me to act on them. Acceptance and even approval, encouraging me to do something I probably wouldn't have the guts to explore on my own. Steve accepted Shannon so much he could accept the fact that he walked in on his fiancée eating out his little sister. And Steve accepted me, no questions asked. Complete and total acceptance.

I couldn't ask for more in a brother... or any man for that matter.

To appease our parents, Steve went back up to his room, leaving Shannon and me in bed together. We talked for a little while longer, then fell asleep with her curled next to me, one arm draped around me.

And I had never felt so loved.

Just the intimacy of sleeping together made me feel safe, secure... and accepted in a way I knew my parents never would, that the people at church never would, or even my friends ever could. It was wonderful.

For the sake of appearances, Shannon and I went about our Easter preparations the next day almost ignoring each other, though I was terrified my 'sin' would be written all over my face for everyone to see. Steve stepped up behind me while I fumbled removing the eggs from the boiling water, put his arms around my shoulders, and whispered, "Relax," in my ear. He even went so far as to kiss my neck, and the sensation sent shivers down my spine.

But it also relaxed me. His voice, his arms, his caring all calmed my heart, and I was able to stop worrying.

Shannon gave me a wink and a grin that spoke volumes to my soul and made the butterflies in my stomach flutter. This, ironically, also helped me to relax, since I knew there were no regrets from either her or my bother.

No regrets, just complete understanding.

Under the direction of my mother who was in charge of providing six dozen eggs for tomorrow's community Easter Egg Hunt, we rotated positions. Steve, Shannon, and I moved on to coloring eggs while my mom helped Jim and Joe, the twins, handle the eggs in and out of the boiling water. They were thirteen and could handle it.

Or so we thought. There was a perfect storm of Jim accidentally splashing some hot water on Joe who flinched from the pain and hit the handle of the pot, pouring boiling water all over Jim's arm. The burn blistered, and the skin began to turn a bright red, so Mom and Dad insisted on taking Jim to the ER. Not wanting to be separated from his twin, and feeling the guilt that it was his fault, Joe went with them.

The four of them drove off, leaving the three of us to clean up the mess and continue. Luckily, we only had one more dozen to boil, so it wouldn't take us long to finish up. Depending on how long they took at the hospital, we would probably be done long before they got back.

We were just beginning to color the last dozen when my mother called to say there was a long wait at the ER and they might be a while. I promised her we would clean up and take care of dinner, and we went back to the task at hand.

Steve had other ideas. The moment he heard that the others would be gone for a while, he slid up behind Shannon, wrapped his arms around her cupping one breast, and kissed her neck.

"It looks like we've got some time," he said. "Tara, will you finish up while we go... whatever?"

Many emotions raced through my mind, the strongest of which was disappointment.

Shannon must have seen this on my face, so she slapped Steve's hand. She gave me a sly grin with a twinkle of trouble in her eye. "Later, Stud. Maybe Tara would like to join us for a little... whatever."

My eyes went wide and I swallowed hard, unable to believe what Shannon just suggested.

Steve looked at me, a playful and teasing question on his face. "Tara," he said. "Would you like that?"

I couldn't speak, so I just nodded and licked my lips nervously as I stared back at him. Steve really was a beautiful man. Long, wavy blonde hair like mine, wide blue eyes, strong jaw, a handsome smile, and an endearing dimple on either side of his mouth as he grinned and his eyes danced with playful intensity.

Not to mention his gorgeous rod hidden in his pants. And I wanted him. That was all. I lusted after my own brother. I couldn't help it.

Shannon laughed seductively. "Okay. Let's get to work, so we can go play."

My hands shook as I tried to color the rest of the eggs. I must have been shaking pretty badly because I dropped one of the eggs into the red dye, the one that's notorious for instantly staining countertops. No matter how quickly I tried to clean up the mess, I just ended up making more of a mess, spilling a couple other dark colors known to stain as well.

Shannon took pity on me and took me by the hands. "It's okay, Tara. We can take care of this. I'm sorry we made you nervous." She pulled me into a hug, pressing her body against mine as she stroked my hair.

Steve beamed as he took in the two of us and finished coloring the eggs. I couldn't tell if he was happy that his fiancée was getting along so well with his sister, about how kind and comforting Shannon was, or if the sight of the two of us embracing lovingly like that turned him on. Probably all three, when I think about it.

Shannon just held me, comforting me, relaxing me. This whole sex thing was so new and so unknown to me I just didn't quite know how to handle it. I just wanted it so badly. I wanted to kiss Shannon and feel her hands all over my body. I wanted to taste her and have her taste me. I wanted to watch as she and Steve fucked. I wanted to see his beautiful cock pounding her, filling her, spraying cum all over us... I mean, her.

Right? Her? Or... did Ireallymean us?

My heart pounded as these images played through my mind, and I felt my pussy getting wet just at the thoughts.

"Well, it's stained," Steve proclaimed breaking the spell.

We looked and there were definite red, blue, and green dye stains on the Formica top. Steve and I stared at each other, wide-eyed and terrified.

"Mom's gonna flip," I whispered, honestly afraid of our mother's wrath. She could be quite stern, to put it mildly. It's not like we were abused or anything, but she had instilled a hefty amount of fear in us as kids. Call it the fear of God, or the fear of a mother's scorn it didn't matter.

Shannon noticed at the identical looks on Steve and my faces and just laughed. "Get the bleach from the laundry room," she commanded, and Steve came back with some. She looked around for a white cloth and couldn't find one. "All her dish towels are decorative? Nothing white?" She shrugged and pulled her t-shirt over her head, leaving her in just her white lace bra and jeans.

Neither Steve nor I could tear our eyes away from her tits.

Shannon laughed again, and dabbed bleach on her white t-shirt, then rubbed at the stains. After some hard scrubbing and more bleach, the counters were totally stain-free. She slapped Steve's hands off her breasts, shoved the bleach and the shirt into his hands, and sent him back to the laundry room.

She turned and looked at me, asking me in the few seconds he was gone, "Do you really want to, Tara?"

In response, I closed the distance between us, looked longingly into her eyes, and kissed her. Since Steve had left her breasts alone for a moment, I took advantage of his absence and began playing with her tits as I kissed her.

Shannon giggled and returned my kiss, slipping her tongue between my lips, intensifying the passion. I gasped as I felt her hands on my own breasts, and she snickered mischievously into our kiss.

"Hey!" Steve said with mock indignation as he returned to the kitchen. He stepped behind Shannon sandwiching her between our bodies and his hands joined mine on her tits as he bit her neck and shoulder.

Shannon cooed appreciatively at our combined attention and responded by kissing me harder and placing one hand behind Steve's head, inviting him to keep kissing and biting her neck.

She broke her kiss with me long enough to crane her neck around and kiss him as she started grinding her ass into his crotch. The movement of her pelvis against me was just so enticing that I joined my own hips into this motion, and the three of us ground our bodies together in a heated and erotic display.

Her bra came loose as Steve unclasped it, and I slid it off her shoulders, giving both of us better access to her wonderful orbs. He cupped her breasts while I stroked her nipples.

As I nibbled Shannon's collarbone and fondled her tits, I felt fingers on my own breasts and nipples, and I could not be sure if they were Shannon's or my brothers. Lost as I was in the pleasure of the moment, of the carnal power of three bodies pressed together, I didn't care whose hands they were but gave in to the stimulation and arousal of their touches.

Shannon broke her kiss with Steve and smirked. "How about I show Tara how to suck dick?"

I jerked my head up, tearing my lips from Shannon's nipples. Steve was looking down at me with a sly grin and nodded.

Shannon turned to me. "Would you like to watch me suck your brother's beautiful cock, Tara?"

I was spellbound by the thought. They were going to teach me how to really take a dick in my mouth. I could watch it, and I could see Steve's dick again... my brother's thick cock. I felt my panties get even more damp, and I nodded, wide-eyed and lost.

Shannon cupped my face in both her hands and gave me teasing pecks on the lips, nose, and forehead while fingers continued to stroke my nipples through my shirt. My eyes went wide as I realized those fingers were Steve's. He was still leering at me, but he didn't take his hands away. He knew exactly what he was doing, and who he was doing it to. I gave him a hungry look and licked my lips in anticipation.

Steve directed us to the living room where there was more space than in the cramped kitchen. He pulled off his shirt as Shannon knelt in front of him and started working his belt.

"Seems like someone still has her shirt on," Shannon cooed.

Filled with the lustful energy of the moment, I didn't hesitate but hurriedly pulled off my t-shirt and bra and tossed them on the floor. My eyes wide with anticipation, I knelt behind Shannon as she began sliding down Steve's zipper. Straddling her right leg, I reached around her and groped her breasts as she worked.

"My favorite part about giving blowjobs," Shannon said, "is the reveal. I love the way it just springs out." She gave my brother big doe eyes. "Especially when it's as big and hard as yours." She started pulling down his pants and underwear together, very slowly, exposing Steve's massive erection one inch at a time.

"I have to be careful," she continued, "or it will hit me in the face." With a final tug, Steve's rigid member did just that. It flipped up out of his pants and caught Shannon under the chin, sliding up her left cheek, and coming to rest across her face, which is, of course, precisely what she wanted. "One of these days, your brother is going to knock me right out with his massive cock."

My head was over Shannon's right shoulder, which gave me a great vantage point to really examine my brother's manhood. His was the first cock I had ever seen, and to me, it was glorious. Thick, probably eight inches long, veiny, hard, and slightly curved with his balls tight in their sack between his legs. Since then, I've seen a lot of cocks, but very few had ever... dare I say it... measured up to Steve.

She smiled and started kissing the underside of the shaft, starting at the base, and giving slow, tender pecks all the way up to the tip. She slowly circled the thick head with her tongue, then flicked her tongue across a small line of flesh directly under the tip.

Steve gasped at this careful attention and Shannon giggled. "That's the spot that really gets things going. You like that, Steve?"

My brother could not respond but stood completely enraptured by what Shannon was doing to his cock.

For my part, I was just as awed. The way his cock lurched at her very touch, how drops of clear fluid seeped from the tip, how it seemed to pulse. It was incredible, and I watched with fascination as Shannon sucked the head into her mouth.

From the shape of her lips and cheeks, I knew she was actually sucking, not blowing. I guess blowjob was inaccurate. Did I mention my extremely religious upbringing?

And the things Shannon's lips did to the flesh of Steve's dick were amazing. The skin actually seemed to stretch as she pulled her head back, then gathered as she bobbed forward. She wasn't just sliding it in and out of mouth, but working it, coaxing it even harder, almost begging Steve's balls for their load.

She pulled off Steve's dick with a wet slurp, then started stroking it with her hand, gazing up at him once again. "Should we have Tara give it a go, Stud?" She pointed the tip of my brother's cock toward my face. "Go ahead, Tara. Give it a lick like you did last night."

I gasped in shocked surprise, not that she was asking me to suck my brother's dick, but inviting me to join them in their intimacy. It was one thing for Shannon to eat my pussy while Steve fucked her, but something totally different to actually engage in their acts together.

Maybe it was because she was asking me to suck my brother's dick. But I think I would be just as shocked if Steveweren'tmy brother. It amounted to the same thing in my mind.

Because... Steve really did have a nice cock. I couldn't help myself last night when, after watching him spray his cum all over Shannon, I sucked the last dollop of cream from his tip. Now, I was being offered to suck him again, to join in giving him pleasure, to feel his cock inside my mouth.

And maybe taste his cum again.

Unsure of precisely what to do, I followed Shannon's lead and leaned forward, sticking out my tongue to lick the tip. My hesitancy was due to my lack of experience, not from lack of desire. Ireallywanted to suck that dick, but I wanted to do it right. I wanted to do it as well as Shannon, to hear Steve make those noises of pleasure and arousal from my mouth as well as hers.

I did exactly what I saw Shannon do. I licked around his glans, tickled his frenulum (I would learn those words later), and sucked the bulbous head into my mouth. I must have sucked a little too hard because Steve hissed and Shannon instructed me to ease off.

"More like sucking on a soda than on a shake," she instructed.

With Steve's cock still in my mouth, I nodded and continued sucking, but with less pressure.

Steve moaned as I swirled my tongue around his sensitive tip as I bobbed my head, sliding his shaft between my lips. God, this felt so good, so... powerful. I could taste him, smell him, feel him. Un-fucking-believable.

Steve squeezed his eyes shut as he sighed and whispered, "Fuck... so good."

"Not bad for your first time, honey," Shannon said, leaning in to kiss my cheek, then the corner of my mouth as I bobbed my head on her fiancée's dick. She stuck out her tongue and started licking his shaft as it passed in and out of my mouth, and Steve hissed in intense pleasure.

I giggled. I couldn't help myself. It was just... so goddamned much fun. I loved it, everything about it. The feeling, the taste, the arousal, my own included. God, my panties were drenched, I was so stirred up. My pussy positively tingled just from having my first cock in my mouth.

Steve took advantage of my lapse in sucking and pulled out of my mouth. He looked down at me and shook his head. "Fucking God, Tara. You... fucking God."

I beamed with pride at my brother's compliment.

He presented his cock to Shannon who took it hungrily, furiously bobbing, sucking, and licking as she once again worked his shaft.

Caught up in the excitement of the moment, I slid one hand down Shannon's pants and cupped her bare breast in the other. I found her damp pussy and began stroking her clit as she pleasured my brother.

Shannon's moans of pleasure joined with Steve's as their mutual arousal intensified. I increased the speed of my fingers on both nipple and clit, and she mirrored my pace with her mouth. I could tell she was reaching her peak, though I was too inexperienced to know how close Steve was. Judging by his groaning, his orgasm was fast approaching as well.

Or at least it was. Shannon gasped and pulled off Steve's dick, as her climax hit her. She shivered, screamed, and doubled over as the waves of pleasure crashed over her.

I took advantage of her condition to take Steve into my mouth again, bobbing frantically on him. His hands grabbed the side of my head and started thrusting into my mouth. Not needing to move my head anymore, I continued to suck and lick and tease, somehow knowing he was close.

Shannon recovered enough to see what was happening. "God, this is my favorite part. Let me show you." She guided me off of Steve as she grabbed his cock and started tugging, her mouth opened and tongue extended, presenting a target.