Taylor and Kate Stories

Author's Note: this story contains sibling incest themes.

Kate took Adam's cock in her hand, and led him from the room and down the hall, just as the grandfather clock chimed three.

"All afternoon still," Kate said. "And this cock and these balls, still full of come."

Tay smiled, bright eyed like her sister. "I wonder who's cunt he'll come in," she replied, and followed them down to the back bedroom, to find out.

The room faced north, and the warm afternoon sun, dappled and softened through the high spreading limbs of the gum in the back garden, cast bands of light through the long, wide windows, warming the bed. The glass, when Kate touched it, was warm.

"This is your room, Tay. I lay in the sun on the bed some days, but not with Adam. He was sweet about it - 'This is where Taylor and I made love,' he said." Kate looked at him fondly, then looked down at the beautiful cock in her hand. "He has a multiplicity with his women, I know that, but there's a loyalty to the one he's with, when she's the one in the room." She laughed. "But there's more than one room in this house!"

Taylor was touched, firstly by Adam preserving a little place for her in his house, and even more so, by her usually brash younger sister telling her about it. She knew Adam was kind, she knew that even before their intimacy began, but had he softened Kate too, that she told her?

This room was a little bit her's then, so it was Tay's place to pull down the covers, plump up the two pillows against the wall, and to gesture to Adam, lie down, beloved. She couldn't read the message in Adam's eyes, and glancing across at Kate, she felt she couldn't either. He remained silent, studying them both with his long appraisal, the hard length of him still shining from her honey, long and straight up his gut. As Taylor gazed down on him, his cock pulsed, bounced twice, then settled, rising each time with his breathing.

You are beautiful, she thought, our older man. My older man, I found you. It still niggled, that Kate took him. She should have been stronger, said wait, but Kate's fingers were inescapable, ineluctable, deep in her pussy when Kate made her talk about Adam. But then, Tay was bound to her sister in ways she didn't fully understand, couldn't properly explain - except that Kate did what she did to her, and that thrilled her.

She went up to Kate, who was standing by the window looking out, and curled her arm about her sister's waist, leaning her head against Kate's. Her sister pulled Tay tight in against her side, and they both stood, looking out the window, arms around each other. We're not twins, Taylor thought, but we could be.

Adam gazed at the sisters, seeing Taylor's slim body, her long legs still in the white stockings, the golden blonde pony tail halfway down her back. Beside her, the two inches taller Kate stood, also in her white stockings, the shape of her body hidden in the long-tailed shirt that she wore, covering half her bottom. Her gloriously long hair, a foot longer than Tay's, was a thick tawny fall down her back.

He'd told Kate about his love of long hair, which pleased her, pleased her instinct for a fetish. She'd wondered one time, during her week with him, and plaited her hair really tight, like a rope. Their sex had been harder that night, her head pulled back in obedience, and Kate had another way to control him.

"You're blatant sometimes, what you want, but sometimes I don't have a clue," she'd said to him the next morning. "And I really really like that," and only told half of it to Taylor: "He's like a wild cat, unpredictable. It's scary, sometimes," she'd admitted, "but oooo fuck, that turns me on."

"He's always soft with me," said Taylor, "but then, you've had more sex with him than I have." She remembered the time she was on top and was silent. She wanted that again, but not with Kate around.

"That's because we're so different," Kate had replied. "So he responds differently. You're his soft sweetheart, I'm his dark danger."

"Come to bed, you two," Adam said, and when they turned from the window they saw him with both arms wide, beckoning them to lie beside him, one on each side. "Let out your hair, I'd like that."

Kate pulled loose the blue ribbon from the end of her ponytail, and tied it loosely around the shaft of his cock. "First prize," she said, then pulled the band from behind her head. Her hair spread in flowing, luxurious waves, thick in her hands where she held it. She slid out of her shirt, and came to bed wearing only her stockings and the little white panties, and the gold cross on a fine chain around her neck.

Taylor wasn't brave enough to adorn him with her ribbon, but she slid her white stockings down and off, and other than her little cross, she was naked.

"Bit forward there, Tay," Kate murmured, but her smile was soft, admiring her older sister.

"I like her bare legs," said Adam quietly. Kate heard the gentle warning, and Taylor knew it was okay, Adam would protect her. Kate could look after herself. Taylor pressed her bare belly against his thigh, and cupped his heavy balls in both hands.

"I like this cock of yours," said Tay, echoing her own 'you like?' from before.

Kate watched Taylor's hand slowly caress Adam's sex. She was lower down on the bed, her eyes close to his cock and Tay's hand. She knew Adam well from her week with him, knew he loved a slow edge, a long arousal. This voyeuristic attention suited her too. She'd learned his same slow restraint, and was content to see her sister's hand, slowly moving. She could stop Tay if she went too fast.

She looked up at Adam's face, to see his eyes closed. One hand was slowly moving through Tay's hair, the other, stroking her own shoulder. Kate relaxed into the tranquil moment, feeling the warm sun on her back, hearing the silence in the room and the call of birdsong outside.

She raised her head, rested her chin on her up-propped hand, and closely studied Adam's penis and the slow repetitive movement of Tay's hand. Her sister had long slim fingers like her own, and while Kate got the tits, Taylor got the long finger nails. Not long talons that could do oneself an injury, but a sensible length: the fore and middle fingers of one hand running up and down his shaft, following two thick veins that ran the length of his cock, then divided and disappeared underneath.

Tay's other hand cupped his balls, high and tight in the soft nest of his pubic hair. She gave their man a slow caress, with her warm palm and her long finger nails.

Kate watched. Her fingers slid down to her clitoris, easing down the top of her little white panties to touch herself. Kate's arousal was slower than Tay's, and now it was looking, it was looking. She touched her shoulder, finding Adam's hand there, and linked her fingers through his. It wasn't really comfortable, but she needed the interlace with his bones and flesh to stop herself floating away.

Her fingers moved on her clit, and eventually she ran her forefinger down her wet slit, bringing her own juices up to the nub, which she circled with two fingers, very slowly.

"Show me how you masturbate, Kate," he'd said one time, it might have been Tuesday, so she did. He'd watched her with a quiet fascination, stroking his own longer shaft as she ministered her much smaller one. At first she'd matched his slowness, her fingers teasing, but then he said, "Make yourself come, Kate," so she did, urging her fingers to move faster.

"When I take a long time," he said, conversationally, "my pre-come, it comes up like beads of clear diamond. I've never had much pre-come, or if I did, I just wanted to come, and not noticed it. It's been a later in life discovery."

"Not your twenty-seven club women then, didn't find it?"

"No. More like my own forty-seven."

"My god," she'd said, "that's a lot to look forward to." She'd looked up at him then, linked her fingers through his, and went on to find diamonds. She'd also discovered, when the clear beads joined together, that they became silver, became long and sticky, stretching between the tiny cunt slit at the end of his cock, stretching long like her own juices, tasting sweet on her lips, honey silver. His lips, she found out, tasted like red velvet roses, soft as the skin on his plum red cock head and her tongue was wet, when she kissed him.

"Slower, Tay," she whispered. "Real slow."

She'd felt Adam's breathing deepen.

Kate licked her own pussy wet finger, made it wetter. She moved on the bed to find Tay's tight asshole, and slowly inserted the wet finger, to slowly fuck her. Mmmm, she loved doing that, feeling the tight heat of her sister.

Tay bucked. She felt her ass tighten with the first entry, the first penetration, then that delicious relaxation as her muscle eased to let Kate's finger in. "Deeper," she whispered, "all of your finger, then make it two."

Kate smiled. She knew exactly what her sister wanted, she'd taught her well over the years. Tay's taboo, Kate had found it, and she loved the tight grip on her fingers. She wondered how a cock could fit there, in such a tight channel. Sure, she'd seen women get their asses fucked in porn vids, but couldn't imagine a cock in her own ass. She'd fucked Taylor in the ass with their slim dildo, but Tay had been squeamish, wouldn't fuck her's for some reason, she'd never figured that one out. But Tay's perversion, and her delight in it, was enough for Kate. She pushed two fingers into Taylor, giving her what she wanted, starting up a slow fuck in her ass.

There was something supremely filthy about the tableaux on the bed - Adam with his long cock being stroked, Taylor with two fingers in her asshole deeply penetrated, and Kate's wet fingers on her own clit being circled. She thought, if we had a camera we could publish this, two good looking blondes and a man with a very nice cock.

Kate's arousal was growing, and she wanted to accelerate it. She knew what to do, had done it before, had done it with Taylor, but this time she'd get more from Adam. But she'd learned from him, his restraint, and she knew he always liked a visual treat. So she eased her fingers from Tay, who sighed with the loss, the withdrawal.

But Kate was often predictable, so Taylor guessed what was coming. She eased one leg up to expose her anus.

"Ooo, good girl." Kate saw the movement, and smiled her lascivious smile. She didn't care if Adam was watching or not, she knew what she wanted and Taylor did too.

Kate eased herself down the bed, got onto her knees, and spread Taylor's legs even further apart, to expose her tight little asshole. The flesh around Tay's anus blushed red from the tight finger fuck, and the cool air caused it to pucker, crinkling in a way that was delightful.

Kate loved the slightly musky taste of Tay's dark hole. Tay was clean, she kept her ass really clean, but the taste always reminded Kate of licorice. Perhaps it was the black darkness her tongue entered into, she didn't know, but when the mood was upon her she could suck on Tay's taboo little hole for many long minutes, listening to her sister's low moans, feeling her hips buck and jump. Feeling Tay's sphincter clench on her probing, pushing tongue, her little ass fuck.

Tay would push her ass up, whispering, "More, fuck me more, my sweet little hole, oh god I love your tongue in it."

Kate loved the perversity of this, the touch of obscenity and the taboo. She'd been with two other women, but neither had an ass like her sister's. Taytay might have been her daddy's little girl, but he'd never done this, not like her sister. Who would have thought her lovely blonde sister would have such a thing for her ass?

God, I have a filthy mind, thought Kate. It's me who corrupted her.

Taylor stopped stroking Adam. She was helpless with Kate's tongue inside her, that sensation was all she wanted, nothing more. She could no longer think of anything else, just the relentless push of her sister's swift tongue, poking poking, fucking fucking. If they were home, Kate would finish Taylor with the dildo, quick pushing whilst fingering Tay's clit.

But here on the bed, with Adam's thick cock only inches away, Kate had further delights yet to come. She eased herself away from Taylor's pulsing wet asshole, and moved up to kiss Adam, giving him a licorice kiss. The lipstick on her lips was smeared in pink around her chin and her cheeks, and around the crease of Taylor's ass.

Adam tasted the faint cherry taste of the lipstick that lingered on Kate's lips, as well as the wet of her saliva and Tay's juice. Their tongues probed and pushed, and he could feel Kate's hunger, and his cock throbbed. She moved further up, offering a delicious full tit to his mouth, the thick nipple, the heavy sway of her flesh on his chest. The smell of her. Kate's cunt got so very wet when she was aroused, a lubricious slide of juice slid wet down her thighs. So much he could easily swallow, when he ate her.

But now, she pressed her hot breasts against him, her mouth wet and hungry on his. He was conscious of Tay curled lower on the bed, and wondered if she liked watching as much as her sister did. "I love to watch people fuck," Kate had said.

"She watches too much porn," Taylor commented, the first time they'd talked about Kate.

Adam had seen the way Kate watched him with Taylor, and thought, she's the voyeur, Taylor's the exhibitionist, and I'm the man in the middle. With the cock.

His cock, which Kate now had her hand on, guiding it to her centre. She'd lifted her hips and moved back onto him, her red wet cunt opening wide. He reached with his fingers down around both cheeks, finding the hot pulse of her asshole, then the hot wet slide of her pussy. He eased Kate's cheeks apart with his hands, spreading her for Tay's eyes if she wanted to look, wanted to see.

Kate hovered over the tip of his cock, her thighs straining. Her breasts, when they swayed, dropped low, nipples long and thick, dark brown against her lightly tanned flesh. Kate had centred herself now, Adam's shaft angled to receive her, and Kate slowly slid down. Mmmm, fuck, her pussy was hot!

Adam looked down to see his cock disappear.

Kate quivered, her thighs trembling as she slowly took half of him in. He'd taught her, shown her just what he could do with her spot, that place inside where he'd hold his cock still, and she'd tremble and moan and keep herself there, poised there in bliss, every nerve in her body thrumming, thrumming. She found it, and he gripped her hips and held her still, in her torment and tease and sweet joy.

"Fuu... ccckk," she whispered, "ohhhh, fuu... ccckk, god, right there."

And he said, "Kate," very softly so only she heard it, and he held her. For ten long seconds the world stopped, and all there was was his cock, his beautiful beautiful cock, with Kate's cunt writhing on it, clenching and clenching and clenching him tight on her spot.

His mouth around her nipple. His fingers gripping the flesh of her hips. Her belly swelling with her deep breathing, quick panting; then, and then, and only then, with one huge thrust up from the bed, his cock was all the way into her, right up inside her, and with that thick long thrust, Kate came.

She came quickly, the force of him fucking past any restraint or slow arousal, quick swift up her belly, her whole body trembling. Her cunt let go with a gush, a wet wave of wetness pulsed deep within her, turning her channel to hot liquid, hot wet red, the colours of her sex vivid dark crystals in her mind.

Kate throbbed all over, her body pummelled with his thick cock, thrusting hard up inside her. Her tits shook with the force, her nipples hard, one in his mouth and oh fuck, that strong suck. She pressed down and forward to push more of her tit against his face, to smother him with soft flesh, to force more nipple into his mouth, to feed him.

She fell forward some more, his mouth between her full breasts, hot against his cheeks. She wanted to climb right inside him, hungry kisses on his mouth, her hands grabbing the back of his head.

"Come with me, lover. Come 'n your Kate." She managed the words, her mouth slurring.

She wanted his come, right up inside her, deep in her sweet loving cunt.

Taylor, lower down, saw his ass lift from the bed, the sliding drip of Kate's weeping juices, and she saw his balls pump pump, two paroxysms of movement then a third, and she heard the deep groan of the man delivering a thick load into the woman on top of him, and in that moment Tay remembered she'd ridden him too, and he'd filled her and she'd been completely silent, pulling the come up from him too, to keep it deep inside herself.

Taylor was shy, when she touched the place where they joined. She had to touch them, to reinforce what she'd seen with her eyes, what she'd remembered in her own head, when she'd had such a similar fuck. The doubling of their desire - no wonder Adam wanted them both, two like but not alike sisters.

"Kate," she said, "can we share him? This man we've found. I like seeing you with him, but I like seeing me with him more." She was wistful, not at all sure how to negotiate this, not at all sure of her feelings. "And I still want you too, to pervert me."

Adam heard her, couldn't say anything to help her, but he touched her cheek the way that she did, his fingers moving down her soft skin to her mouth. Tay kissed his fingers. His tenderness touched her. Maybe it was enough, to get love without asking. But he was still inside Kate, so Tay guessed she'd have to wait.

She didn't have to wait long. Her sister eased herself from Adam's still hard cock, and she moved down the bed. "Come here, Tay, we can share." She began to lick her come from his cock, and offered it to her sister. His come, her come, his cock, their cock. The young women both cared for his cock, licked him clean, with Adam's fingers lightly touching their hair.

Their lips slid from the end of his cock, where they'd taken turns to hold the tip in their mouths, to feel his heat on their tongues. They kissed, Kate and Tay, softly and gently like they often did, finding comfort in each other, before sleep.

With their mouths and lips wet from each other's kisses, the women moved up to rest their heads on Adam's shoulders, one on each side. They reached up to kiss his cheeks, his lips, again taking turns. Taylor reached down to pull a cover up over them, and Kate cupped his balls which had softened some, even if his cock was still firm.

Down at the end of the hall, the clock chimed four. They'd only been in the room for an hour.

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