Little Sister's Dilemma

PART 6.

I could see the scowls of resignation from both
girls, but then we all began to laugh at the silliness of
the whole contest. Sarah began to turn towards the
tent and her clothes, then stopped short before
entering and spun back around to face Joanne and I.
“I just realized that Jim has seen both our pussies,
and we haven’t gotten to see his cock yet. I think it’s
only fair that he should strip to his undies, then give us
a real show, don’t you, Joanne?” Sarah snorted with a
big dose of voyeuristic lust in her tone.
“I’ve already seen his cock, though” Joanne stated.
“Hell, I got to feel it deep inside me, and had it spurt
his cream up my cunt. Why would I agree to letting you
see it?” my sister asked her friend.
“I’ve seen it, too,” Sarah reminded Jo, “that time when
you and I snuck up to his door and watched him jack
off. God, that was so fucking hot! I can still see his
cum spurting as he stroked himself off! I think I came
at least twice myself that night! But I wouldn’t mind
seeing him again, that’s for sure . . . and the poor
guy’s had a hard-on for the last half hour from seeing
our pussies. By now, he’s got to be just about ready to
jack off . . . or fuck a hot, wet cunt. Are you really
going to leave him in agony like that, or are we going
to allow him some relief?”
“We?” Joanne growled angrily. “What’s this ‘ we’ stuff?
If anyone’s going to get my brother off, it’ll be me!
Understand?”
“Okay! Okay!” Sarah defended herself. “Don’t get your
panties in a knot! But give the poor guy a break, would
ya? If you don’t help him out, his balls are gonna turn
blue! Even I don’t want to see him suffer like that. I’ll
tell you this, though. If you don’t help him get his
rocks off, I will! And you know damned well that I’ll do
it, too!”
“Shit, how the hell did I get caught in the middle of all
this?” I demanded, not wanting to be at the centre of a
catfight between two girls. “I was asked to judge who
looked best in just their bra and panties, and nothing
more. If you two were guys, and you had to seriously
study two wonderfully gorgeous pussies, you’d have a
hard-on too! So that part isn’t unexpected. But as for
relief? You’re both right, in a way. I can either jack off,
or make love to one of you sexy females, and if I had
my preference, I’d have to go with making love to
Joanne. That doesn’t take rocket science to figure out,
does it? But I’ll be damned if I’m going to sit here and
listen to you two argue as to how, or even if, I should
get sexual relief!”
I was fed up with being in the middle of this war, and
got up out of my seat, stomping off to hide in our tent.
As soon as I stuck my head inside, the smell of sex,
and specifically that musky smell of a woman, almost
overpowered me. I could very easily remember my
sister’s distinctive odour, but this was not the same. A
quick glance at the top of our sleeping bag revealed a
new wet spot, and it only took me a few seconds to
realize that Sarah had left her mark, so’s to speak.
While Joanne and I had been making love, Sarah had
been getting herself off, and in our tent, too! My first
reaction was one of anger, but that was quickly
replaced with a curiosity of exactly what had gone on,
with mental images of Sarah masturbating immediately
running across my inner vision like a porn film. By the
time I finally laid down, my cock was getting really
hard. Then Joanne stuck her head inside the flap, and
the look on her face told me that she, too, smelled the
tell-tale odours of someone’s sexual excitement.
“Geez, is that what I smell like when I’m horny?” she
asked me. It wasn’t an unpleasant odour, at least not
to me, but it didn’t seem like something that agreed
with my sister’s nose.
“No, that isn’t you, Sis. You have a distinctive, musky
aroma that, quite frankly, turns me on in seconds flat.
And just in case you’re not aware of it, it’s not my
stink, either. That only leaves one other person that’s
been in here in the last two days.” I couldn’t make it
any plainer than that, even though I initially got a
blank stare from my little sister. The lights came on in
her head a minute later, and were joined by a quizzical
and questioning look on her face.
“Sarah?” Joanne wondered aloud. “How in the hell
can it be her?”
“Simple,” I replied, “there’s a wet spot on the top of
the sleeping bags, and you and I haven’t had sex
while lying on top of them. Sarah had the tent to
herself when she took that nap. Therefore, it has to
have been her that left the wet spot. You don’t have to
be Sherlock Holmes to figure out who, or when, or even
how. About the only unanswered question is why” I
expounded.
“You mean she was fingering herself while we were
gone?” Joanne asked, her tone implying that she was
having a hard time accepting the facts. “Shit, no
wonder she needed to borrow a pair of my panties!
She must have gushed buckets when she came!” I was
aware that my sister was still inhaling deeply, either
trying to remember the scent, or getting turned on by it.
“Smells kinda sexy though, doesn’t it?” I had to admit
that she was right. By now, the hard-on I’d brought in
with me was really beginning to throb, and I hoped
that Joanne would help me do something about it. But
instead of joining me, she turned and called her friend,
telling Sarah to get her ass into the tent. About all we
saw of our uninvited guest was her head as it poked
past the flap.
“Sarah, were you masturbating in here?” Joanne
accused. “This tent smells of cum, and it isn’t mine or
Jim’s. it just has to be yours . . . is it?” She’d phrased
the question in such a way that Sarah almost had to
admit to her solo activities. With a reddened face and a
low, apologetic voice, Sarah confessed to her intimate
activity.
“Yeah, but you two made so much noise that I
couldn’t help but hear you . . . fucking . . . out in the
woods. Listening to you got me so damned horny that
I had to play with myself. But I didn’t think I oozed that
much of my juices that it would leave this much of an
odour. I’m sorry, but I just had to do something to
relieve the tension.” she looked like she was expecting
both of us to jump on her case, which was as far from
the truth as she could get.
“Sarah,” I started to explain to her, “we’re not upset
that you were playing with yourself. Hell, we all do it,
and we all know it, too. As you mentioned, you and Jo
have seen me jacking off before, and I’ve seen my
sister playing with herself once. So the fact that you do
it too is no big deal. But if you’re going to finger
yourself, would you at least put a towel or something
down to catch the juices please? I’m going to have a
hell of a time explaining why there’s cum stains on our
sleeping bag when we get home. Neither Mom nor Dad
are going to miss smelling cum when we get back, and
it’ll be a few days before I can get to the dry cleaners.
So if you really want to finger your cunt, we have
towels to soak up the evidence. Please use one, next
time?”
It dawned on me, right after the words were out of my
mouth, what I had just implied, and both girls picked
up on it long before I did. Next time? There was going
to be a next time? “Open mouth, insert foot!” was the
message my addled brain sent me. Joanne began to
giggle, and Sarah was right behind her, as both girls
started to raze me for my goof.