Call Lindsay

"There you go, lady. You just go right ahead and call that sister of yours!" one of the men said.

I dialed Lindsay's number, not thinking about what I might be getting her into. My head was fuzzy and I wasn't thinking straight. One of the men gave me the address, and I relayed the info to Lindsay, who said she'd be over to pick me up in about twenty minutes. I went back to my seat, sat down, and waited for her. In the meantime, my new friends bought me another drink. I decided since it was my last one for the night, I may as well make it a strong one, so I got a Jack and coke. I was about half way finished with it when Lindsay arrived. Since I wasn't finished with my drink, one of the men asked Lindsay what she would like to drink. She asked for a beer.

Lindsay and I sat there talking for a while as we drank our drinks. The men were hovering over us, checking both of us out. "Damn, lady, you sure are right. Your little sister is just as pretty as you are. She's a prime piece of white meat."

Lindsay and I giggled at their remarks, and thanked them for the compliments. We finished our drinks, and got up to leave. The biggest guy there got up and locked the doors. "Now don't be all in a hurry, babes! The night is still young, and we gonna pah-tay! Know what I mean? Now just you two relax and don't get all bitchy on us."

The bartender came up to us. "Yeah, don't go gettin' all bitchy. You still have to pay your bar tab. And I know just how you can do it."

"What do you mean bar tab?" I asked. "I thought those drinks were on the house."

"Well sorry for the misunderstanding, but ain't nobody paid for your drinks. And I never said they were on the house."

"What do you want from us?" Lindsay asked.

"Oh it's quite simple. All we want to do is a side by side comparison of you two. Now why don't you two ladies strip, so we can see exactly how much like sisters you are?" The big man pulled a knife. "Do it now, or I'll carve them clothes offa ya."

Lindsay and I looked at each other. "Move it!" We jumped, and started removing our clothes, dropping them in a pile on the floor. We stopped when we got down to our underwear. "Get them panties and bras off, too!" We removed our panties and bras, and dropped them on the floor, too. We tried hard to hide our private parts, but once again we were threatened and told to drop our hands to our sides.

The bartender gathered up our clothes, "These ought to do for payment."

"You can't keep our clothes for payment! how will we get home? What will we wear?" I said.

"Well then, we'll just have to work something else out" said the bartender. "Both of you on your knees."

Zippers came down and cocks were let loose. Then there was a knock at the back door. As it turned out, they had called another brother to come over so there wouldn't be an odd man out. Now Lindsay and I had two cocks a piece to deal with. "All right bitches, get to sucking." We jerked them and sucked them until they came. There was so much cum we couldn't swallow it all. A lot ran down our chins and onto our tits.

Next we were double fucked up our asses and in our cunts. This went on until each one had fucked us in each hole at least once. The cum was dripping all over us, and out of our rear holes. Our hair was sticky with it. We were made to lick them clean each time they were done fucking us.

Finally things seemed to wind down. The men finally looked tired.

"OK you two, clean each other up, and you can leave." We got up and started to head for the bathroom. "With your tongues." Back down on the floor we went, taking turns licking each other clean. After our faces and tits were clean, they made us do a 69 to clean out each others' cunts and assholes. They laughed at us when we made each other cum. "Look at that!" said the big guy. "Lezzie sisters! They sure do enjoy it!"

After they had enjoyed humiliating us, they took us back to the kitchen where we were sprayed off with the sink hose. The bartender walked in with our clothes, and handed them to us. We dressed and left out the back door. Lindsay and I both cried on each others' shoulder. And when we found out we were both pregnant, we supported each other. Brothers stick together, but so do sisters.