Author: stellaquarius

Just when Logan thought he would explode, Mallory lifted Saundra by the hips to guide her to where she had spread the big bedroll, crowned with an assortment of blankets and pillows. Their figures silhouetted against the rays of the setting sun painted a picture in his mind that he vowed to remember forever. As the two began making out, Mallory beckoned for Logan to join. He chuckled softly as he grunted into sitting position, stealing a swig of whiskey as he rose to his feet. He watched as Mallory topped Sandra, and then made her way down Sandra’s lovely torso, kissing every inch of her as she went. Eyeing Logan from the corner of her eye, she suckled and groped Sandra’s breasts. He could no longer bear merely watching, Logan stumbled both drunk and distracted, quite out of touch with his surroundings, and collapsed next to his sisters. Mallory made room for him, and together they ravaged Sandra as she moaned and moaned. Read more »

Sandra was petite, despite being the oldest. Her love for dancing had evolved into a professional career as a ballerina. Every movement she made was filled with such grace and intention, even when she was not engaged in the art. Beauty flowed out of even the mundane, its just the way she lived. Gingerly, Logan ran his hands over her thin, pale body. Her skin was so soft, his finger tips traced her shoulders, down her spine, and around her hips. She looked up at him with her large blue eyes, face framed by her glowing red hair. His vision was swirling from the booze and desire, her lips were moving. Slowly, realization pulled him from his stupor.

“I said you’re not going to break me,” Sandra said with a gentle laugh, “Here.” She helped him adjust to his back and straddled over his prone form. Taking his hands, she guided them over her torso, up to her small, round breasts. At first, he only held them, running his thumbs over her perky nipples. She breathed softly, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation. After some time, he tested giving them a squeeze. Sandra sighed with pleasure, holding her own hands over his to maintain the pressure. Overcome with ecstasy, he dug his fingers into her skin and she released a deep moan. Read more »

Floating in a daze, Logan felt Mallory’s hands trace over his bulging crotch and begin to tease the buckle of his belt. “Damn” said Sandra “You weren’t kidding when you said you were impatient.” Mallory bit her lip, eyes flashing mischievously.
Logan felt as if he were in a dream, he had in fact had dreams similar to the situation he now found himself in, so out of incredulous disbelief he slowly asked “What are you two talking about?”
They both laughed melodiously,
“Come on, little one, we want to play” Sandra invited.
Little one. That’s what his older sister had always called him, even after he surpassed her in hieght. He found the term endearing, but this was the first time he felt a pulse of excitement at the words. Sandra’s red hair glistened like fire in the sun, which was just starting to make it’s evening journey. His sisters grasped his wrists and together they made their way to shore. Read more »

Calling it beautiful didn’t come close to describing the paradise Logan found himself in. Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply of the salty sea air, feeling perfectly content, with just that twinge of all to familiar longing he felt near his sisters. He was slightly envious of their closeness. They were still single, much to mother’s chagrin, and something Logan could relate to. His most recent breakup was still a fresh wound, which is what inspired this remote island get away. His sisters understood him better than anyone in the world…
The sound of laughter and splashing further down the shoreline drew his attention back to the moment. Sandra and Mallory were swimming fearlessly into the crystalline waves, shouting for him to join them. Logan jogged towards their cast off gear, stripping his shirt to reveal the lightly burned, handsomely chiseled features. He plunged effortlessly into the waves, the water around him muffled his senses and he allowed himself to be lost to the wonder around him. The swirling sand and shimmering schools of fish made it seem like the world had slowed down just so he could try in futility to absorb it all.
A sharp pinch on his ankle jolted him from the daydream, he sputtered to the surface, followed by a maliciously grinning Mallory. “Jesus christ, you scared me to death, kid!”
She only laughed, “I thought maybe you were trying to grow gills under there”, but Logan wasn’t paying attention. Beneath the blinding reflection of the water, he could see her perfectly naked body treading gracefully. Mallory, though three years younger, was tall, dark, and powerfully built, testament to her different biological father. Despite being only half siblings, Sandra and Logan loved her dearly.
“What are you doing?” Sandra’s lips tickled his ear, startling him to realize he had been absent-mindedly reaching for Mallory’s exposed breast.
He stuttered for an answer.
“She’s talking about these” Mallory swam close to tug on his belt loop, “Swimming with such heavy clothes on must be hard.”
It wasn’t the only thing getting hard.