Cathy

Cathy smiles smugly, making her little sister pout, and she takes you by the hand and drags you off through the dining room to the kitchen.

Once you're in there, she sits herself on the bench beside the refrigerator and spreads her legs, then hoists up er skirt sand pulls her panties to one side.

She tosses her blond hair out of her eyes and, staring at you through her glasses, says -

"Come on, what are you waiting for? get over here and fuck me."

She's a strange one alright, but you can't resist the curvy nerd, and step up to her. She wraps her legs around you, pulling you close to her, and with one hand slides your still hard cock into her hot, willing pussy.

Her arms and legs gripping you tightly, you begin to slide in and out of her, gasping as she clenches her muscles, squeezing you tight inside her warm wet folds.

"Come on," she murmurs into your ear, "We can't be long, fuck me harder."

You're happy to do as you're told and pound into her, making her grunt, and she pulls you close to her, one hand firmly gripping the back of your head.

"Faster," she says sternly, "Come on, fucker, I know you can go faster."

You do as she says, hammering in and out of her, the kitchen filling with her grunts, your gasps and the rhythmic squelching of your hard dick sliding in and out of her tight pussy. You know that through the door behind you is a room full of people, and that someone could walk in at any moment, and this just turns you on more.

"Faster," she says again, her breathing getting harsh and ragged now, one hand up inside your shirt and scraping her nails down your back, "faster, faster, I need.. it.. faster!"

Then you feel her clench even tighter around you, and your crotch is flooded with a hot wet warmth, as if she's turned a fountain on inside herself. She pulls your head roughly to one side and bites down hard on the side of your neck, stifling her cries as she cums, hard.

You yelp, but she just bites harder, shuddering violently, and then she pushes you hard and you stagger back away from her. She slides off the bench and begins straightening her clothes, already regaining her composure, ignoring you.

"Hey," you say, your hard cock throbbing visibly, "What about me?"

Scowling, she places s hand on your chest and pushes you back hard against the fridge, then grabs your dick with her other hand and beginning to jack it roughly and with incredible speed. As fired up as you are from the fucking, it takes less than a minute before you're shooting a hot arc of spunk across the room and onto the tiled floor.

As you lean heavily against the fridge, recovering, she's taken a mop and is cleaning your spend from the floor, then grabs a dish cloth and roughly wipes off your sensitive dick, making you gasp.

"Come on, she says,tucking you back inside your trousers and pulling up your zipper, "We should get back to the table now. Don't worry, we'll fuck more later."

Still dazed, you don't resist as she takes you by the hand and leads you back through the dining room to your table, where you're met by Camillas knowing smile and Charlottes jealous glare.

"Where is the salt?" asks Camilla, innocently.

"We decided not to bring it," says Cathy, primly, "It's bad for you, you know."

"We still need the salad forks though," says Charlotte, staring at you meaningfully, standing and taking your hand, "You'll come help me find them, right?"

"Oh, Charl, he doesn't care about your stupid fork," Cathy says, teasingly.

Little spunky, boyish Charlotte stares deep into your eyes. It's clear what she wants, but man, can you manage it again so soon? And do you want to? You're not sure get involved in a fight between these two sisters.. then again, the way Charlottes staring at does send a little tingle though your tired cock.