Helping Hands

I smiled at Selena as I took my seat beside her, trying not to think about the heat of her leg pressing against mine or the pleasant softness of her breast as she leaned against me. She's not asleep, I reminded myself, knowing that her actions were the result of the instructions I'd given last night. My eyes went wide as I glanced under the breakfast nook table, almost **** on my coffee at what I saw there.

Glancing down at Selena's lap, I was startled to see a hand busy in her blue panties and even more startled to realize that the hand belonged to my sister! Heather was sitting there, leaning her chin on her left hand as her right was buried in her best friend's light blue panties, chatting non-nonchalantly with Jenny and Stephanie as they cooked breakfast. A soft barely audible gasp escaped Selena, drawing my attention back to the sexy Latina sitting beside me, noticing how flushed her cheeks were, how vacant the look in her eyes was. _Whatever Heather's doing, she's doing it well, _I thought to myself, glancing back down under the table as Selena pressed her leg harder against mine, trying to spread her thighs wider to give my sister easier access to her sex. Selena's breathing was coming in short hard gasps, her lips pressed tight together as she tried to be quiet despite the pleasure Heather was obviously giving her. Selena's hand on my knee tightened it's grip, her fingernails digging into my flesh as her entire body tensed, her breath hissing through her clamped lips as her head lolled down onto the table. I could tell it was a good finish, that if the others weren't there she'd probably be screaming her pleasure across the kitchen, but she kept almost completely silent and as I glanced around the room, it seemed that no one suspected anything unusual had occurred.

As Selena picked her head up from the table, she looked over at me, giving me a slight embarrassed smile, her cheeks still flushed from her climax, her eyes glazed with pleasure. Glancing at my sister, I saw Heather wearing a mischievous prideful grin, the look in her eye the same as it was when she got away with something with our parents. Heather noticed me staring at her and raised an eyebrow, silently asking "What?"

I glanced between Selena and herself, raising my eyebrows questioningly.

"It's a game we play, Phil," Selena answered for my sister, her voice soft and hoarse with pleasure. "Seeing who can make the other cum in public without being caught. I wasn't expecting this bitch," she said, giving Heather a playful smile as insulted her, "to go for it in front of everyone here."

"I still win," Heather smirked at Selena as she whispered across the table to me, obviously proud of her surreptitious activities.

"Does it count as a win if I noticed?" I whispered back, watching the smug look slide off my sister's face as she realized that she might not have won this round of their sexual game. "And what do you get if you do win? From Selena's reaction, I'd say she just got the prize," I joked as I looked between the two women.

"Shit," Heather frowned, glancing at Selena to see how her friend judged the contest. Seeing Selena's slight shake of the head, Heather swore again then answered my question. "I guess I didn't win... and there really isn't a prize, just the thrill of the challenge," my sister explained to me in a whisper. "I can't believe I'm telling you all of this," she added, almost to herself. I knew it was the instructions I'd given her last night that were convincing her to reveal their secret game to me, and I couldn't help wondering what else my preparations might yield.

"So you two... are you lovers?" I asked, remembering how eagerly Selena had ate Heather out last night and the fact that Selena was still a virgin.

"No," Selena assured me softly, "we just like to play with each other from time to time. She," she added, nodding to my sister with a teasing smile, "likes cock way tooo much to be a lesbian."

"Hey, that makes me sound like some kind of slut," Heather hissed at her friend playfully. "And coming from little miss saving myself for marriage here, I'm not sure you're one to judge. We're not a couple," my sister assures me seriously, "not like those two are," she added, nodding her head towards Stacy and Kristen.

"Wait... what?!" I stammered, looking over at my oldest sister and her co-worker. "They... they are..."

"Wow, you aren't very observant, are you, Phil?" Heather chuckled softly. "Haven't you ever wondered why Stacy hasn't had a boyfriend since Tony dumped her three years ago... or why Kristen seems to spend every night here when our parents aren't home?"

"But Stacy..." I started to protest, wisely cutting off the words "had sex with me last night."

"Oh, I don't think she's a full on lesbian like Kristen is," Heather continued, "but she definitely likes women more than men these days."

I sat there watching my oldest sister and the woman I'd just found out was her lover as they sipped their coffee, all the subtle gestures and looks they shared suddenly seeming glaringly obvious, the way they interacted seeming to shift in front of my eyes. "Really? Stacy and Kristen..." I mused, a vague plan forming in the back of my mind.