Mallitzfest – that was what my dad and Max’s dad called our annual get together. It was a mix of our family names. They were the Malloys, Irish as you like, red hair, freckles, big personalities. We were the Spitzes, German to the core, serious, precise, well-ironed. There was a lot of beer and a lot of sausages.
Max and I had been good friends when we were little. Same elementary school, same high school, but we had gone our own ways to college. I hadn’t been to a Mallitzfest for a couple of years. Max and her sister had grown up. Max was slender with her hair straitened and cut into a short bob. Her sister, Mary, was a year or two younger, a carbon copy of her big sister but a little curvier and with a mane of long flame curls.
‘Hi Joe,’ said Max. She was carrying a couple of boxes of beers towards a huge tub of iced water. Her sister, unloading another box into the bucket, blushed furiously and said nothing. ‘You going to stand there like a potato or are you going to help?’
I grinned. ‘Yeah, sure,’ I said. I ripped open another box and handed the bottles over to Mary. She barely made eye contact with me. I can’t remember the last time I met someone so socially awkward.
‘Stack the beers at the bottom,’ said Max. ‘Then dump another bag of ice in. Then some more water.’
I looked over my shoulder at her. ‘Are you seriously telling me how to put beer into a bucket?’
She shrugged. ‘You’re a man. Usually, if you don’t tell a man what to do he does it his own dumb way and gets it wrong.’ The corner of her mouth twisted up in a smile. She was teasing. I liked it. She seemed so sure of herself.
‘Yes ma’am,’ I said, playing along. Once the brown bottles were laid out I said ‘more ice please’ and opened another box. Then I felt the collar of my shirt lift and something slip in. I yelped like a puppy, jolted upright. The ice cube slid down my spine and into the back of my shorts. I leapt up and danced around, shaking my leg to get it out of my pants.
‘See,’ said Brian, Max’s dad, appearing from across the garden alongside my own father. ‘I said you German boys would learn to jig if you spent enough time with us.’
My dad looked at me, at the bucket of beer. ‘You should stack the bottles and then pour a bag of ice on top.’ Max held out the ice bag and smiled sweetly. ‘She knows what she is doing,’ he said. ‘Be a gentleman Joe.’ He nodded towards Max.
‘But…’ I stopped myself as my dad and Brian began to wrinkle up their noses in a *kids of today* kind of way. I was twenty four but they would always know best. ‘Ok,’ I said, and poured the ice out.
‘You should spread it evenly,’ said Max. Her eyes looked damp. She bit her lip trying to hold the laughter in.
‘Then pour some more water on,’ said my dad. He had an apron on that said *If you think my burgers are good the wurst is yet to come*
‘Oliver,’ said Max, to my dad, ‘I heard you’ve got a new sprinkler system for the lawn. It looks great.’
My father closed his eyes in deep, almost religious satisfaction. ‘It is the new greenmaster system,’ he said. ‘Let me show you.’ He turned to me. ‘When you have finished the beer coke and help me grill, Joe.’
‘Catch you later,’ said Max, and patted me on the hip. She ambled off with the other, my father describing his pride and joy. As I began to inbox the last crate I felt the ice Max had snuck into my pocket melt. I swore but I smiled.
It was a baking afternoon and everyone turned up. All the guys from the engineering firm my dad and Brian ran, their families and kids. The pool was not empty until the shadow of the diving board was across the shallow end. I had hoped that Max or Mary might take a dip, but no such luck. They were as busy as me, helping, though a couple of times I caught them whispering and looking over at me.
Some people stayed later and drank more beer out on the deck. Max and Mary came over.
‘We didn’t bring sweaters ,’ said Max. ‘Can we borrow two of yours?’
‘Sure, come up and pick one.’ I led the way up to my room. Though I had moved away and my room had been turned into a spare there were still a bunch of my old clothes in the closet.
‘Can I, uh…’ Mary looked towards the en suite. ‘Sure, yeah,’ I said. The room led out onto a small balcony. The sliding doors were closed but the light of dusk bathed the room in a burnished blue.
Max hadn’t chosen a sweater. ‘Hey, she said, looking up a little at me. ‘I’m sorry about the ice earlier.’ I noticed she had a plastic beaker in her hand. I had thought it was a drink but it was full of cloudy white cubes. ‘I thought maybe we could even things out?’
I glanced at the bathroom door. The light was on behind the frosted glass. Mary was just inside. *Fuck it.* I stepped closer and reached in and felt the pinching feeling as my skin touched the frozen water. I lifted the ice cube out. Max was wearing a t-shirt that was off one pale shoulder and a pair of tight blue jeans.
I ran the ice cube along her clavicle and she squeezed her eyes shut and sucked in breath. Then I moved down and drew a wavy line across her abdomen just above the top of her jeans.
‘That…’ she gasped again, half shock, half something more. ‘…tickles,’ she said. Her eyes said more. I lifted the ice and put it on her cheek, moved it to the corner of her mouth. She opened her lips and I slid it between them. We looked at each other for a second before I leaned in and kissed her. She passed the ice to me, then I back to her. It felt strange, the cold water, the soft of her lips. It melted and was gone. I put my hand on her waist and pulled her close to me as we kissed more.
She lifted her top off and began to unbutton my shirt as we tumbled onto the bed. I landed kisses on her neck, and once I had flipped her bra off her small breasts and their large, hard, nipples. I reached for another ice cube and ran it down her side, making her shudder and lift her hips up towards me. She grabbed one of her own and trailed it from my jaw to my navel in a painterly stroke, then back up to my chest where she drew lazy figures of eight.
The handle to the bathroom turned. I made to jump away, but Max put a hand on my arm. She drew me back in for a kiss. As our tongues touched I saw the door open. Mary, who had been in a spaghetti strap top and shorts had lost the shorts. She stood silhouetted in the light from behind her in a very small white thong. As we kissed Mary’s fingers moved between her legs.
Max raised her eyebrows. ‘So are you going to take my pants off or what?’
I undid the button of her jeans and slid them off. She was in a pair of tiny blue panties with a bow at the front. Mary came closer and sat in an armchair beside the bed. She continued to stroke herself through the material. Maybe the shyness had been an act. Whatever, I didn’t care.
My lips moved down Max’s body, navigating a star chart of freckles, until I reached her underwear. I kissed her through it and felt the spring of hair. I heard Mary shift to get a better view. I pulled them to the side. Her bush was trimmed and perfect ginger. I lifted one of her thighs and sunk my face in. She was wet from our teasing and I spread her arousal with my tongue up to her clit. She liked that and got a couple of fistfuls of my hair, pushing me into her.
‘What does it feel like?’ Mary whispered to Max.
‘It…fuck…’ Max thew her head to the side. ‘His tongue is right in me…’
Mary breathed out hard. I came up for air and saw she had her hand inside her panties now, the other running over her breasts.
I slid a finger inside Max and she squirmed Mary meanwhile had move round behind me and I felt hands on the waist of my pants. She slid them off and a second later her hot mouth was taking in the head of my cock. She was on her side, between my legs, as I lay half on half off the bed eating out her sister. *Fuck*.
Mary had spirit. She liked to lick the shaft and then rub it while she sucked the end. She never took it deep but she sucked hard, making me gasp on Max’s pussy. Max rolled away and came to kiss me, her tongue darting across my lips where her taste still lingered. I sat and Mary moved to kneel and carry on sucking me. Max sat behind me, knees around my side, arms across my chest. She bit my earlobe playfully.
‘Do you like it when my little sister sucks your cock like that?’ She asked. I felt her breasts press against my back.
‘Fuck, yes.’ Mary took me deeper for a second then pulled away. She stood, took a step back to lean against the wall. She wiggles out of her thong and opened her knees. It was a performance and it was a good one. She gave me shy eyes but the way her fingers worked her pussy said something else entirely. Max reached round and stroked me with a delicate fist, squeezing, teasing.
‘Would you like to put your cock in me?’ Whispered Max. I nodded. She stood on the bed and took her panties off. Then she got down on all fours. ‘Will you take me from behind.’ I nodded, stupefied at the ass that was pointed in my direction. Mary moved next to us, propped up against the headboard, fingers working steadily.
I penetrated her gently. She was soaked from my attention and the whole situation. She cried out very lightly, and Mary did as well, as if she could feel it too. I moved my hips and Max shifted to let me deeper in.
‘Fuck her,’ said Mary. I needed little encouragement. I did not want to come too quickly so I took my time, long strokes. My hands moved up her skdes, over Max’s ribs to her breasts. I squeezed them and by the hiss of breath I knew she liked it. I squeezed harder.
‘Pull them,’ said Max, and I took her nipples between my fingers. She bucked back against me. I moved faster. Mary was on my right and I reached over to her and joined her fingers at her opening. She was wetter than Max, clean shaven, and she guided my fingers into her, two together while she ran roundabouts around her clit.
They kept quiet, Max and Mary. Their moans were stifled. God knows what they would have sounded like if we had had genuine privacy.
I slowed. Max moved more upright and I lay back, taking her with me so she sat on me in reverse. Mary crawled up next to me so I could continue to finger her while Max rode.
‘Your pussy is so fucking tight’ I met her fall with a rise, sinking deep into her.
Mary kissed my neck. I looked to her. ‘Do you want to…’ I said. I glanced at where her sister was grinding on my hard on.
Mary shook her head. ‘I’m saving myself,’ she said, and at that moment I nodded dumbly at her impeccable logic. ‘But,’ she said, ‘you can put your finger in my ass if you like.’ I shuddered, bodily, at the suggestion.
Mary moved herself a little, looked into my eyes.
‘You’re such a…unh…little…fuck…slut…’ said Max, words punctuated by exclamations as my girth spread her wide open. I reached round and felt the pucker of Mary’s ass, the soft plump of her ass cheek against my forearm. I teased her with the tip of my finger. Max moved to a crouch and took control, moving faster on me. I pushed the tip in and Mary moaned from deep in her throat, the pleasure of the forbidden. Her fingers rubbed herself furiously. Max fucked me with a hunger. I felt myself getting to the edge.
‘Fuck,’ I said….
‘I’m going to…’ said Max…
‘Put your finger in my fucking slut ass,’ said Mary.
Max shuddered and lifted off me. I came hard, spurting over her belly and breasts. Mary went as stiff as a plank, flushed pink, eyes screwed shut. Shaking from her own orgasm Max wrapped my shaft with her hand and kept me trembling as I softened.
We giggled as we cleaned, stumbled into our clothes. Max kissed me a couple more times but Mary slowly folded back into a cocoon of shyness, even getting dressed out of sight. They got the sweaters they had come for and we went back outside. We got some beers. Max and I held hands under the table. Between our palms a cube of ice melted quicker than I had ever felt before.
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Wonderful.