All Kinds of Sisters Ch. 02

I'd already been working on this one for awhile so you guys voting it so highly in the last poll was slightly serendipitous. This one probably has a slightly slower burn to it than others but hopefully you guys enjoy the ride nonetheless. 

As you could imagine, that day was the start of a big shift in the relationship between Aspen and I. I had always loved my twin sister but never thought we would have this kind of relationship. It had never even entered my mind. Now that it was here, I was like a kid in a candy store.

“Aspen, I want you only wearing stockings and a choker when we’re home alone, okay?”

“Okay, Pat,” she said, “Any particular style or color?”

“Nope, just make it happen, okay?”

She nodded and two days later an Amazon package arrived. She practically sprinted to her bedroom and came out wearing a pair of fishnet white thigh highs and a white leather choker with little diamonds around the outside. “Do you like?” she asked.

I nodded then beckoned her over with a finger. She walked over to me silently, swaying her hips with each step. I reached up and slid my hand along her inner thigh. She instinctively knew what I wanted and spread her legs wider so I could slip my fingers along her slit. I’d already discovered that she became wet very quickly whenever anything sexual was discussed. This time was no different as her pussy was already leaking and moist when I pierced it with my middle finger. “You like this, don’t you?” I asked.

“Yess, Pat. Sooo much,” she whispered.

“And you’re ready to do more for me? To give me everything?”

“Yessss,” she said. Her eyes were closed as she gave herself over to my probing fingers.

“I have some rules. You’ll follow them, understood?”

“O… okay,” she whimpered as I worked my fingers along her clit, intentionally trying to distract her.

“I wrote them down but I’m going to tell them to you and you’re going to repeat them, understand?”

“Yes. I will listen and repeat them,” she said dreamily.

“You will wear what I tell you to at all times.”

“I will wear what you tell me to at all times,” she repeated.

“You will never cum without my permission,” I told her.

She gasped as my fingers slid along her slick clit but she managed to stammer out, “I… I will never c… c… cum without your permission. ohhhh.”

“You will be satisfied with whatever small pleasure I choose to allow you to have,” I said. I had been thinking about this for days and was curious exactly how far I could push her.

“Of course I’ll be satisfied with any tiny pleasure you let me have, Pat,” she said, opening her eyes and looking down at me. It was like her gaze was piercing into my soul, trying to ascertain why I was doing this. She was challenging me. Not in the way I expected. Quite the opposite, actually. She wanted me to fully understand exactly how devoted to me she was.

“You need to earn my cock,” I said.

“I do… I do,” she said, knees buckling slightly as I curled my finger into her, “I desperately need to earn your cock, Pat.”

“You only get my cock when you’re a good girl. Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yesssss… yess… just tell me how to be a good girl,” she said. She was now squirming against the palm of my hand, eyes still locked on mine as if my face held the secrets of the universe.

“You can be a good girl by hooking me up with other girls,” I said. Her eyes went wide and then a smile grew across her face.

“Ohhhhh… yessss,” she hissed, as if the very idea was a relief to her, “I’ll do it Pat. It’ll be so easy. You’re so fucking hot. I’ll get the hottest, tightest, sluttiest little whores to spread their legs for you. I promise, Pat.”

“Good girl,” I said and she moaned at the tiniest praise from my lips. It was becoming increasingly obvious what her kinks were. The way her mind worked and I pressed on, “But I don’t want just any girl. You know who I want, don’t you?”

She looked at me, her eyes glazed over as my fingers continued to work inside of her. Her whole body was quivering with arousal as her juices squelched in my hand. “I… I don’t, Pat. Tell me.”

I said nothing, I simply kept studying her face as she gasped and moaned. “Sydney,” I said simply. Aspen gasped loudly, spreading her knees further and leaking more juice into my hand,” Lee Ann,” I said, reminding her about our step sister. She nodded, but her brain was so fried from arousal she couldn’t form words at this point. “And Paris,” I said. The mention of our half-sister caused her whole body to quiver and shake. “Say their names. Tell me you’ll get them for me. Then you may cum.”

“I will, Pat. I will. I’ll get Sydney to surrender that strong, tight body of hers. I’ll get Lee Ann to spread her legs and offer you every hole. And Paris… oh god… our little half sister. I’ll hold her down while you fuck her slut ass if you want, Pat,” she said as her hips gyrated wildly against my hand.

I locked eyes with her and whispered, “Good girl,” and stroked her clit. That was all it took. The lightest graze and the faintest praise. Aspen collapsed onto the ground, screaming in ecstasy. One of her hands went to her pussy, desperate to prolong the orgasm. The other hit the ground and she flipped her head back, golden blonde hair arcing through the air as she stared at me and whispered back, “Thank you.”

---

She was true to her word. She brought me a bevy of hotties, hooking me up with every single one of her friends over the course of the semester. And I was true to mine, I let her have an orgasm after I fucked each of them. But I was still training her.

I held the vibrator in my hand as Aspen writhed on the bed. Her hands were cuffed to the headboard and her legs pulled wide by long ropes that I’d found. I teased her over and over with the vibrator, keeping her going for the past hour as I had her on the edge.

“Patttt,” she whined. I knew she was near her breaking point when she whined like that. Aspen had gotten to the point where she barely asked for anything for herself. When she even implied that she had a need it was because her brain was practically short circuited.

“What is it, slut?” I said in an innocent tone.

“I was a good girl, wasn’t I?”

“You were,” I said. “Very good girl.”

“Then why are you being mean?”

“Mean? Me? Doesn’t this feel good?”

“Yessssss… but,” she said but I cut her off.

“I’m making it feel extra good because this one was so hot and sexy.”

A small smile curled on her lips. Even when I was tormenting her like this, she received the praise with pride, “I’m glad you liked Brandy, Pat. She has quite a reputation.”

“I can understand why. She sucks a mean dick,” I said.

“I’m glad,” she said in a faint, whispery voice.

“And her pussy was very tight… I was surprised considering how slutty she is.”

Aspen just groaned. "I'm glad she was good, Pat. Do you love her?"

I laughed, expecting the question. "No. My heart belongs to others." This too was a now familiar part of our game. I'd grown up with a huge crush on our adopted older sister, Sydney and my step sister Lee Ann had been the forbidden fruit in the house during puberty. The girl that my teenage mind marked as "technically viable but still not allowed". Paris was the one that had taken me the longest to come around on. But after fucking your sister, seducing your half-sister seemed practically tame.

"Do I make you happy, Pat?" My sister was squirming and on the edge of an orgasm she would never allow herself to have without permission. And yet… she was asking about me. I leaned forward and kissed her and the kiss that was returned had all the eager desperation of a drowning woman in the middle of an ocean.

"You make me very, very, very happy Aspen."

She beamed up at me, her smile like a million lumens. I pressed the vibrator firmly onto her clit and that same smile morphed into a primal scream as the pleasure washed over her body while she tensed to fight off the orgasm she still didn't have permission for. Permission that she knew wasn't coming. She knew the rules. "End of the semester soon, my pet. And then what happens?"

"I get to earn my orgasms…" she said in a throaty whisper that would make ASMR Youtubers jealous.

"How?"

"By helping you seduce our sisters."

"And then you get to cum?"

She whimpered, "Only after you've had them all?"

"And what if you fail?

"I won't… I promise, Pat. I won't. I won't. I won't. They'll all fuck you. They'll worship you just like me. I promise!"

"And if they don't, bitch?"

She knew when I called her names like that that I was feeling particularly cruel. She knew what I wanted to hear. She practically cried as she said, "I'll never be allowed to cum again."

"That's right," I took the toy out of her, leaving her gasping for air and her whole body twitching from the sudden loss of pleasure.

I crawled up to her head and stroked my cock in front of her mouth. It drove her wild, having it so close. She stuck out here tongue and started whimpering and struggling against her restraints as I taunted her until, without any more words between us, I shot a load all over pretty face, glazing it with a huge load that she immediately began slurping up.

"Good girl. You should probably get packed for our trip. And Aspen?"

"Yes?" She said in a hazy, confused voice.

"No underwear at all, okay?"

"None?" She asked with a surprised squeak.

"Not a stitch."

"Yes, sir!* She skipped off to her room, eager as always to comply.

—

The drive home would have felt a lot longer had I not had such a great companion. And yes. She sucked my cock. Twice, actually. But that wasn't the best part. The best part was that I was able to talk about, fantasize about and plan my dream fetish with my best friend. And not only was she a willing participant in the conversation, she was incredibly excited by the prospect. My fetish had become hers exactly as she'd promised.

We decided on Sydney first. There were three primary reasons. First, she was the most strong willed of my sisters and might take some time. Second, she was the only one likely to really resist or defend the others so getting her onboard quickly made the most sense. And finally, she was my first real crush. I'd always had fantasies about her and various things over our lives left me to believe those fantasies were at least partially reciprocated.

When we arrived, the house was bustling as usual. My Mom was baking up a storm with some help from Sydney while Lee Ann and my step dad were watching a Rugby game. We walked in and we're immediately inundated with hugs. All five of them were happy to see us and treated us like returning heroes home from a far off war.

"I hope you were at least this affectionate to Sydney. She actually has been away in the army," I said. I gave Sydney a wink and she responded with a simple head bob. Understated as always.

"Not for much longer," she said. Sydney's deep, sexy voice filled the room. She had this natural way of commanding respect that I envied.

"You decided not to go career?"

She shook her head, "Too many idiots. I hate the bureaucracy. I want to accomplish something. Not spend my life battling red tape."

I nodded in agreement. I couldn't understand the specifics but I appreciated the sentiment. I looked over at Aspen who was currently getting a big hug from Paris. As the two came apart, Paris gave her a curious look and whispered something in her ear. Aspen blushed and gave her a shrug in return and then the moment passed. I made a mental note to ask her later about it.

"Want to watch the game with us?" Lee Ann asked.

"You going to explain the rules for the fifteenth time?"

She chuckled and shoved my shoulder, "it's cute you think it's only been 15." That got a snort from our Step Dad. As the only boy in the family, I was used to a certain amount of teasing but I joined them regardless because it was a chance to bond with the two people in the family, other than Aspen, I was the closest with. I overheard Aspen talking to Sydney and Paris in the other room. She was telling them about her new boyfriend in the hushed tones of shared secrecy. I kept making out words whispered conspiratorially. Words like "Amazing" and "Strong" that made it hard not to blush.

I knew what the plan was though. She was laying the groundwork. She'd given this a lot of thought over the past month. Planning everything to perfection. I didn't think Sydney or Lee Ann would be a problem. Not really. Ultimately we didn't have biology going against us. Paris would be the big issue but ultimately a combination of peer pressure and FOMO were the tools we planned on using.

But first, Aspen had to learn what the other girls looked for in a man. And, frankly, confirm they were all interested in men. There had been rumors during high school that Sydney was gay. In my opinion, those were the result of jealousy and bitchiness catalyzed by her not dating or putting out, her playing softball and then joining the service. But I knew her. I'd seen her swoon over actors or stare at a guy at the mall. I was pretty confident she was a Tomboy, yes, but still straight as an arrow. But we needed to be sure.

My idle thoughts were pushed from my head as Lee Ann snuggled up on the couch next to me. Over the last year, she'd really blossomed. She'd decided that she should start exercising more and, as with anything Lee Ann decides to do, she threw herself at it with gusto. Her body had the soft supple muscles of someone who was fit and healthy. It was simply impossible not to notice. "How are you doing, Lee Ann?" I asked.

She cooed softly and snuggled into me more. It was getting difficult to maintain my composure. "Just fine, Pat." In moments like this, I’m often vividly aware of my surroundings. The cool, slightly sticky leather chair that we’re sitting on. The fluttering drapes, catching the light breeze from the spinning fan above us. The gentle flicker of the light from that same fan. And yet, it’s the faint, sweet odor from my step-sister’s hair that I remember most vividly. A hint of strawberry and coconut. I remember the way her skin felt when she pressed against me. I can practically still hear the soft sigh of contentment as she sunk her body into mine, practically melting against me in a way that was far more sensual than I’m sure she expected.

I patted her bare shoulder, now suddenly very aware of the loose tank top and running shorts she was wearing. Our Dad was enthralled in the game and Lee Ann seemed to be as well but something about her made me suspect she was thinking about more than sweaty Australian men.

Later that night, I was filled with relief when Aspen snuck into my room and said, "Good but not great news. Not gay. Not even a little." She climbed into bed with me and I was instantly aroused feeling her smooth legs against me.

"Why isn't that great news?" I asked.

Aspen's tongue was inches from my ear as she whispered, "I just assumed you'd want to see all of us sisters together someday." My mild arousal rocketed to mega arousal at the thought. Aspen's hand found my cock and started stroking as she continued, "Mmm… I think you like that idea. The four of us writhing naked on the ground. Sweaty. Slutty. Moaning. Touching. Is that what you want, Pat?"

"Yessss," I whispered back. "How do you know she's not even a little?"

"She told me. She said she'd been very mildly curious in high school. In my own experience, almost all girls are, frankly. But when the rumors started it pissed her off so much that it completely killed it for her."

I frowned, annoyed again at the stupid dickish behavior of high schoolers. "What does she like?" I asked as Aspen continued to stroke my hard shaft.

Aspen's voice returned to a sensual whisper, "She likes it when a guy is strong. And overpowers her. Even restrains her."

"Really?" I asked, surprised. Sydney was always so strong and tough. I had always assumed she would be the dominant one in whatever relationship she had. It was one of many things that worried me about this plan. I just couldn't see myself being submissive and I was worried it would be this constant power struggle.

"She even sleeps sometimes with her hands tied or cuffed. Or her ankles tied. She had a boyfriend in the army who would truss her up so she couldn't move and then tease her for hours."

I pictured Sydney on the ground, ankles bent back and wrists behind her, all connected by rope. Her knees wide, allowing for access to everything. It was an image I'd never had before but couldn't get out of my head now.

The reaction must have been evident in my cock as Aspen laughed, "You like that, Sir? Imagining our strong, hot big sister tied up and vulnerable for you to use?"

That was it. I couldn't take it. I started cumming with a grunt. Aspen bent her head down under the covers and cleaned up the mess as she always did while I lay there catching my breath she murmured and whimpered as her own unfulfilled arousal washed over her, inflamed further by the taste of my cum.

"Aspen?" came a voice from the hall. she quickly hopped out of bed and stood up.

"In here Mom. Trying to find my laptop," she said loudly. Mom came in and Aspen was looking around for her backpack which we both knew was in her room. Mom didn't though and thought nothing of it, thankfully.

"Can you cook dinner tomorrow? We've got a thing at school for Paris. It won't take long but we'll miss dinner."

"Of course. Want me to make leftovers?"

"That would be terrific."

Aspen beamed. I knew what she was thinking. No parents for the evening. A perfect chance for Operation Sydney to begin.

---

The next day, on Aspen's advice, I made sure to keep myself busy with as much manual labor as possible. I mowed the yard, chopped some firewood, and then came inside and rearranged Paris's room. Paris always had a new plan for arranging her room. And at this point nobody ever wanted to help her. When I volunteered, she was ecstatic and Sydney clearly made a note of it.

I also gave occasional instructions to Aspen. This was also her idea.

"Don't be an ass. Not like that. Just politely tell me to do stuff tomorrow," she'd said.

And so I did. "Aspen, please bring me a screwdriver. Aspen, grab me a coke, please." That kind of thing. Her idea was to get Sydney seeing me as physically strong and emotionally mature. It seemed to be working too. By the end of the day, I noticed her sneaking glances at me constantly.

That's when the third part of the plan kicked in. "Sydney, come for a walk with me, please," I said. My tone made it a statement, and not a question. Paris seemed surprised by the interaction. Growing up, Sydney was the one in charge. But Sydney simply smiled and nodded.

I opened the door and we walked outside, heading down the driveway and down the sidewalk of our neighborhood before either of us said anything.

"Did you want to talk?"

I didn't answer right away. Just let her question dangle out there. About thirty seconds later I said, "I just wanted to get out of the house and get some exercise."

She smiled and looked at me, "I would have thought you got enough exercise today already."

I laughed and clarified, "That was lifting and muscle work. I just wanted to stretch my legs."

"With me?"

Again, I let the question hang out there for a moment before saying, "Of course. You're my favorite big sister."

She gave me a playful shove, "Whatever."

"I'm serious. You were even my first crush."

This time she laughed a genuinely mirthful laugh, "Really? Me? The high school dyke Tomboy?"

"I never bought those rumors. As far as I'm concerned, you were the most beautiful girl in school."

She looked uncomfortable and said nothing, simply smiled an awkward smile and tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Plus, you were always so in charge at home. I thought that was awesome."

She frowned slightly as we crossed a small bridge putting us into the central neighborhood park. The air was damp and humid and only the sounds of nature were heard around us. We were alone. "I'm kind of tired of being in charge…"

I turned to her, placing my hand on her arm and stopping our walk. "I didn't mean like that. I didn't like you being in charge of me. It wasn't bad. Just… confining. I meant you were a great example of how to be a leader and be in charge. Whenever I have a group project in school, I always think back and ask, ‘What would Sydney do?’”

She smiled softly, "Really?"

"Yup," I said, stepping slightly closer, invading her space ever so slightly.

"I think about you a lot Sydney. Especially when I'm in charge of someone."

Her eyes searched my face, trying to discern meaning in the unusual words. I simply stepped closer, our faces were inches away. Sydney was very tall for a girl and I only had an inch or so on her. I whispered, "I like being in charge." Suddenly, she kissed me. I didn't expect it and barely knew what to do with the kiss at first. It surprised me. I was so keyed up on what was necessary to seduce her I never once considered her making the first move

She broke the kiss and looked at me, words rushing from her mouth, "I'm so sorry, Pat, I shouldn't have…" She couldn't finish the sentence because I pushed into her, kissing her forcefully as I pressed her back up against the large Oak behind her. She moaned softly, pushing back at me. This was the moment of truth. What would happen when she felt me overpower her? Only one way to find out. I pushed my legs against her hip and grabbed her wrist, pinning them to her side so she couldn't move. This time, the moan into my mouth felt like it traveled the entire length of my body, setting me on fire. We made out like that for several minutes, lost in each other until we heard a voice.

"Guys? Sydney? Patagonia?" came Paris's voice through the woods.

We broke apart, Sydney blushing furiously, "I'm so sorry, Pat… that was…"

"The most amazing kiss ever? I agree."

She blushed and whispered, "We should forget it."

I simply responded, "No. We're definitely not forgetting that and we're definitely doing this again."

Sydney's face was a mask that Doyle Bronson would have been proud of. But I'd known her her whole life. I'd grown up with her. I saw the slightest tic of a smile. The miniscule nod of her head. The slight widening of the eyes indicating her surprise and excitement. It wouldn't be long before I was able to claim her as mine.

—

The next day, I was sitting around the kitchen with Aspen and our mother. We were discussing Lee Ann, her step-daughter. Now some mothers and step-daughters have problems. But that hadn’t been our family. Lee Ann hadn’t seen our mother as an interloper trying to take over the space left by her own. Instead, she viewed our mother as a wonderful role model and companion for her father. And for her part, our mother loved Lee Ann every bit as much as the rest of us. If anything, because she was reluctant for a long time to really lay down the law with Lee Ann, she kind of pampered her step daughter. All that made the conversation we were having weirder.

Lee Ann had stayed behind. She went to the small little liberal arts college in town and took the most bizarre, eclectic assortment of classes imaginable. What Freshman takes Modern Physics, Econometrics, French Literature, Mandarin and Discrete Math? She had enough AP credits that she was practically a junior but still. It was a weird assortment of classes. But for her second semester, she’d signed up for Creative Writing, Archery, Botany, Hebrew Studies and Asian Civilizations First Millenia. And our Mom was freaking out.

“She’s throwing her life away!” she said, filing her hands in the air wildlyt. Aspen and I exchanged a look and rolled our eyes.

“Why do you say that, Mom?”

“She’s just flitting about, taking classes with no plan. No vision.”

“Now does that sound like Lee Ann?” Aspen asked. “Has she ever shown any amount of flightiness… like… ever?”

“No,” my Mom said cautiously.

“Then why do you think she’d start now?”

“I don’t know… sewing her wild oats?” Mom said.

There was utter, shocked silence from Aspen and I. The idea of Lee Ann going off and being a wild party girl was about as foreign a concept to us as the idea of a fish who hates the water. But Mom was clearly concerned. I forced back the laugh that was trying to ripple through my body and quietly managed, “That doesn’t sound like her either.”

My mother opened her mouth and then shut it. She considered the words for a minute and then opened again, this time saying, “I know… I know… but how else do you explain this?”

“College burnout?” I said.

“Taking advantage of the fact she’s so far ahead?” Aspen said.

“Good thought… or maybe she’s found a boy and she’s matching his schedule.”

“No.. no boy,” Mom said, looking at Aspen who gave a short little nod. Aspen had clearly been talking to all the girls about their love lives and I made a mental note to find out what she’d learned. “I… I just worry about her, you know.”

“Talk to her,” I said.

She looked at me and sighed, “It’s not that easy. She’s not my daughter…”

Aspen and I both laughed, “She’s as much your daughter as the rest of us. She loves you. Respects you. Looks up to you. She cares about your opinion.” I leaned forward and gave her a brief hug, “And I think you’re wrong. I think she has a reason and you should listen to her. Don’t assume the worst. Remember this is Lee Ann. She’s always planning five steps ahead of the rest of us.”

Mom gave a little sniff and nodded before briefly smoothing out her skirt and standing up and walking into the other room in search of Lee Ann. I looked down and saw Aspen’s hand giving mine a small squeeze, “That was good advice,” she said.

“Yeah, it was,” came a voice from the doorway. Aspen yanked her hand away as I looked up to see Sydney leaning against the doorframe, arms folded in front of her watching us with that unreadable face.

“Hey, Syd,” I said.

“Hey,” she said. Now my sister is probably aptly described as laconic. But this was terse even for her.

“Aspen, c… Give us a minute,” I said, stopping myself from asking and simply telling her. Aspen said nothing for a heartbeat longer than I expected before leaning over and giving me a very light kiss on the cheek. The gentle, romantic gesture wasn’t lost on me and I felt the hair on the back of my neck go stiff. Other things went slightly stiff as well. The kiss wasn’t lost on Sydney either. I saw her eyes widen and then her brow furrow in confusion. The gesture was just platonic enough that you could convince yourself it was normal twin stuff. At the same time, the very soft lingering gentleness of the kiss made it all but impossible to deny that there was a romantic undertone of some kind.

“Can we talk, Sydney?”

She nodded before sitting down right next to me. “Yes,” she said.

“Have you been thinking about our kiss?” I asked.

Her eyes were locked on mine and she nodded slightly.

“Do you want to do it again?”

“I… I don’t know,” she said.

“I think you do. I think you’ve been thinking about it almost as much as I have.”

“More,” she whispered, her deep, sultry voice barely finding its way to my ear.

“Let’s go to my room and… talk,” I said. The pause. The intensive stare. The way our knees were just barely touching. It was one of the most erotically charged moments of my life. There was a long, length silence as she thought about my request. Well… my instruction, really. Then, the briefest of nods again. I had her. I knew it. She knew it. Tonight was definitely getting better.