When I got home on Sunday evening, I greeted my parents and sister.  I took care of my things, putting my dirty clothes in the washing machine and a bag of fillets in the freezer.  I decided to wait before starting the washer until after I showered.  I finished in the bathroom dressed in sweat pants and a tee-shirt, then went downstairs.  Mom called me into the kitchen, telling me dinner was ready.

“How was the fishing trip?” Dad said as we ate.

“It was great.  I caught a few walleyes, then grilled the fish we caught for dinner.  Mark and Hank sent some fish home with me.  I put it in the freezer,” I said.

“I love fresh fish.  I’ll cook some this week,” Mom said.

While we ate, I told my parents and sister about the trip.  As I explained how we fished, Dad asked questions.  Mom laughed when I told them about the rustic cabin.

After dinner, Jill and I took care of the dishes.  Standing at the sink, she nudged me with her shoulder and grinned. “So, did you have fun with my boyfriends?” Jill said.

“It was a blast, Jill.  Mark and Hank invited me to go again,” I said.

I didn’t know whether or not she talked with Mark or Hank.  And if she did, I didn’t know what they'd told her.

“That’s cool, Josh.  Mark said they’re going to take Amy and me one of these weekends.”

“I think you’d like fishing, Jill.  It’s a lot of fun.  I learned how to drive the boat while we were up north,” I said.

“Amy said she’s gone fishing with her brother, but she’s never been to the cabin.  She told me the boys didn’t take girls there, but Hank said he would take us,” Jill said.

“As I said at dinner, the cabin is rustic.  There’s only one big room, and the bathroom doesn’t provide much privacy,” I said.

Jill chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. “It doesn’t bother me.”

Laughing, I said, “No, I don’t imagine it would.”

My sister and I finished taking care of the kitchen.  I went to the laundry room to move my clothes from the washer to the dryer.  Jill went to the family room to watch television with our parents.

When I walked into the family room, I saw Jill sitting on the couch with her phone.  I could tell she was texting with someone.  When she saw me, she smiled.

“I’m going to head to bed.  It’s been a long weekend,” I said.

“Have a good night, Josh.  We’ll see you in the morning,” Mom said.

I went to my room, stretched out on my bed, and picked up a magazine about fishing I'd bought.  As I flipped through the pages, I checked the ads for boats and tackle.  I decided to buy my own gear and planned to ask Mark and Hank to help me.  After reading for an hour, I turned off my lamp and rolled onto my back.

As I reminisced about my initiation into Mark and Hank’s fishing club, my cock flexed.  I removed my sweat pants and stroked my dick as I thought about giving Mark and Hank blowjobs.  Grinning, I remembered the feeling of having a hard cock in my mouth and the taste of their cum.  My cock hardened while I pumped my hand up and down the shaft.  Closing my eyes, I relived the sensation of my new friends sucking me.

Thinking about my sexual preferences, I realized having oral sex with Mark and Hank was just as enjoyable as what I’d done with a girl.  I missed the kissing and touching I enjoyed with a female, but sucking cock held a close second.

When I came, I caught my semen in my left hand.  I licked the thick cum from my palm, once again thinking about the difference in taste between Mark’s, Hank’s, and mine.  While similar, each was unique.

I removed my tee-shirt and pulled the covers over my naked body.  Since sleeping naked at the cabin, I decided I liked the feeling.

The next morning, I sat at the table, having breakfast.  Jill came into the kitchen, poured a cup of coffee, and joined me.

“I texted with Amy last night.  She wants to know when you’re going to ask her out?” Jill said.

Shrugging my shoulders, I finished my mouthful of cereal.  “I don’t know.  Maybe I’ll ask her out this weekend,” I said.

“Hank and Mark are taking me to a fishing show.  You and Amy should come too,” Jill said.

“Sure, it sounds like fun.  Give me Amy’s number, and I'll call her,” I said.

My sister giggled and said, “No need, I already told her you were coming with us.”

“Thanks, Jill.  I’d still like her phone number,” I said.

Reaching across the table, Jill took my phone, entered Amy’s number into my contacts, and passed it back.  I glanced at the screen and smiled.

“Thanks, Jill,” I said.

On Saturday, Hank, Mark, and Amy came to the house to get my sister and me.  Jill sat in the front seat of the truck, and I sat in the back with Amy.  I was surprised when she sat next to me.  As my sister did, Amy wore a skirt.

“The fishing show is a great place to pick up tackle,” Mark said.  I had told him and Hank I wanted to buy my own gear earlier in the week.

“Sounds good to me. I need you guys to help me get what I need,” I said.

“Should Amy and I get our own equipment too?” Jill said.

“I would wait until you’ve gone fishing so you can decide if you like it.  Mark and I have everything you’ll need for now,” Hank said.

“I have my own rod and reel.  I used my brother’s tackle when he took me fishing,” Amy said.

“Do you like fishing?” I said.

“I’ve only gone a couple of times.  Hank took me to a small lake, and we fished for bluegills.  I loved it and the boat ride.” Amy replied.

“Wait until you catch a walleye.  They fight a lot harder than bluegills do,” Hank said.

Hank parked at the expo center.  We got out of the truck and headed for the building.  Amy took my hand, holding it as we followed Hank, Mark, and my sister.  I smiled when Jill held hands with both of them.

“We should take a quick trip through the displays.  We can return to the ones we want to spend time in,” Mark said.

While Amy and I followed the other three, I glanced around.  I was amazed by the number of booths displaying their products.  We made a trip around the huge hall, talking about which booths we wanted to return to.  It took a little over an hour to make the rounds.

“Let’s grab something to drink,” Mark said.  He led us to a concession stand where we ordered sodas.

“Are we going to eat here?” Jill asked.

“We can, but I’d rather go somewhere else.  All they have are hotdogs and hamburgers,” Hank said.

Once we finished our sodas, we went to one of the displays we wanted to visit.  While we weren’t planning to buy one, Hank wanted to look at the fishing boats.  We looked at the boats while Mark and Hank talked about the different models.

Hank pointed at a twenty-four-foot center console fiberglass boat.  We checked it out while Hank told us about the features.

“One of these days, I’m going to get something like this.  I want to fish the Great Lakes for walleye, salmon, and lake trout.  It can get rough on the big lakes,” Hank said.

We spent a while looking at the boats and accessories before moving on.  Mark and Hank led us to one of the display booths and showed me the different rods and reels available.   I reminded them I didn’t know anything about the tackle and would take their suggestions.

The five of us went from booth to booth, comparing the offerings and prices.  We decided to get another cold drink before we started equipping me.  After drinking our sodas, we checked out several displays touting fishing trips.

“One of these days, I’d like to take a fly-in fishing trip.  They drop you off at a remote location where you fish for a few days.  Most of the better trips are to Canada,” Mark said.

As we went from one display to the next, Jill and Amy collected brochures.  They placed the information into bags that one of the booths provided.

Over the next hour, we purchased my fishing equipment.  Mark and Hank outfitted me with two new rod and reel combinations, a soft side tackle box, and lures.  They also selected line and terminal tackle.

We headed out of the exhibit hall to Hank’s truck.  After stowing the gear in the back of the pickup, Hank locked the cover.

“The show was cool,” Amy said as she climbed into the backseat.  She sat close to me, fixing her skirt.

“I’m amazed by the amount of fishing tackle available.  I’ve been reading about it.  I never realized there are so many different types of rods, reels, and other things,” I said.

“Different types of fishing require different tackle.  We only saw freshwater fishing equipment.  You wouldn’t believe what people use for saltwater.  Some of the lures cost as much as a dozen of the baits we use,” Hank said.

“What do we want to eat?” Mark said.

My sister giggled, then Mark and Hank laughed.  “You can have it for dessert, baby,” Mark said.

Amy laughed and said, “God, Jill.  You’re so bad!”

“Actually, I’m pretty good,” Jill said.

“Okay, that’s enough.  Where are we going for dinner?” Mark said.

After a quick discussion, we decided on Chinese food.  Hank drove to a restaurant near our houses.  We all went in and were seated in a horseshoe-shaped booth.  Jill sat between Mark and Hank.  Amy sat next to Mark with me next to her.

Each of us ordered a different entree so we could share.  The table had a lazy Susan in the center, allowing us to turn it and bring what we wanted to sample closer.  We ate our fill, then boxed the leftovers.

“What does everyone what to do now?” Hank asked as he started the truck.

“Can we hang around at your house and have a few beers?” Jill said.

“Sure.  Let’s drop Josh’s gear at your house, then we’ll go to mine,” Hank said.

Hank parked in our driveway.  We took my fishing gear into the garage, placing it on the workbench.  Mark said he and Hank would come over after work to help me set everything up.  Jill went into the house to let our parents know where we’d be.

At Hank and Amy’s house, we went downstairs to the finished basement.  Hank and Mark passed out cans of cold beer to everyone.

“Here’s to great fishing,” Hank said as he raised his can.

Hank, Jill, and Mark sat on a couch.  I sat in one of the recliners, and, much to my surprise, Amy sat on my lap.  She put her arm around me and rested her head against my shoulder.  I hooked my arm around her back, putting my hand on her waist.

Whispering in my ear, Amy said, “So, are you going to kiss me, or do I have to kiss you?”

Taking her chin in my hand, I turned Amy toward me.  I pressed my lips against hers, meeting her tongue with mine.  Amy and I kissed for a few minutes, then she pulled her head back and smiled.

“You’re a good kisser, Josh,” Amy said.

“You’re good too,” I said.

Amy wiggled on my lap, causing her skirt to rise up on her legs.  She kissed my neck and hugged me against her body.  As Amy pressed her chest against me, I became aware of her full breasts.  I felt my body stiffen as she moved her kisses to my ear.

“I’m too aggressive, aren’t I?” Amy said.

I shrugged my shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Josh.  The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable.  I really like you and want to get to know you better, but if you’re not ready, I understand,” Amy whispered.

I thought for a moment, then smiled.  I’d never been with a girl who was as assertive as Amy seemed to be.  Most of the other girls I dated wouldn’t do much more than a kiss for the first few dates.  I felt Amy wasn’t as reluctant to do more.

Throwing caution to the wind, I kissed Amy again.  As I probed her mouth with my tongue, I ran my hand up her side and covered one of her breasts.  I figured if she didn’t like it, Amy would make me stop.  Instead, she pressed into my hand and moaned.

As I kneaded her firm mound, Amy pulled her head back.  She looked into my eyes, smiled, and said, “I like how you’re touching my tit.  Firm and gentle at the same time.”

“Do I do as well as your boyfriends?” I said.

Holding my hand against her breast, Amy smiled and said, “You’re the first boy to feel my boobs.  I haven’t dated many boys and never let the ones I did date touch me.  I’ve only fooled around with Jill before now.”

“Why me?” I asked.

I started to remove my hand from Amy’s breast, but she stopped me.  “Please don’t stop.  I love what you’re doing.”  She took my wrist in her hand, pulled up her tank top, and put my hand on her bra-covered boob.

“You didn’t answer my question.  Why do you want to do this with me?” I said, gently massaging her breast to emphasize my point.

“I’ll tell you if you promise not to laugh at me,” Amy said.

Smiling, I said, “I’ll do my best, but no promises.”

Amy giggled, got off my lap, and took my hand.  “Let’s leave these guys alone.  I don’t want to watch Hank and Mark fooling around with your sister.”

“Jealous?” I said, as we left the recreation room.

“Nope.  I don’t get jealous.  Do you?” Amy said.

“I haven’t, but I never liked anyone enough to get jealous of them,” I said.

Amy led me to her bedroom.  She closed the door and pointed at the bed.  We sat next to each other, and I put my arm around her shoulders.

“You asked me why you.  I guess it’s a fair question, Josh.  The truth is, I never met a boy I felt comfortable with until I met you.  For the past few years, I had issues with my self-esteem.  The boys from school used to make fun of Jill and me because we’re not the skinny cheerleader type.  It didn’t bother Jill as much as it bothered me.  Your sister would give them the finger and tell them to fuck off.

“Last summer, Jill and I were at your house.  We’d been swimming and having fun.  While we were sunning, she started putting sunscreen on my back.  Before the end of the day, we kissed each other.  Over the next few weeks, our kissing turned into sex.  We touched each other, and then one night, we went all the way when she slept over.

“Jill and I had a lot of fun and hot sex together.  I knew she liked boys, but I was happy with our relationship.  I dated a few boys so people wouldn’t talk but never got serious.  When Jill started dating Hank and Mark, we didn’t get together as often.”

“You haven’t answered my question, Amy.  Why me?” I said.

“When we talked at the party, there was something I’d never felt about a boy before.  I can’t really put my finger on it, but you were so nice to me.  When you looked at me, I didn’t feel you judged me by the way I looked.  I talked to Jill about you.  She said you’re a great guy and to go for it if I wanted to go out with you,” Amy said.

I rubbed Amy’s arm as I thought about what she said.  It seemed she was honest and wanted to date me.  I found her attractive, as well as fun to be with.  Holding her against my side, I leaned close and kissed her.  Amy moaned into my mouth as she fell back. We maintained our open-mouthed kiss for a few minutes, then she moved away.

Sitting up, Amy chuckled as she removed her top.  I gazed at her bra-covered breasts, smiling as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“If I remember correctly, you were feeling me up before we came up here,” Amy said.

I put my hand on her breast, causing Amy to smile.  When we resumed kissing, Amy and I moved until we were side by side on the bed with our heads on the pillows, facing each other.  Our tongues flicked together, and I rubbed her back.  I ran my fingers over her bra strap, looking for the hooks.

Amy shifted away from me and said, “It hooks in the front.”

I fiddled with the clasp until I released her bra and peeled the cups away from her breasts.  I ran my hand over her firm mounds, causing Amy to arch her back.  Leaning over, I kissed each of her boobs, then sucked on one of her nipples.  She grabbed the back of my head, pressing me against her chest.

Lifting my head, I looked into Amy’s eyes.  “You have lovely tits,” I said.

“Thank you,” Amy whispered.

I removed my tee-shirt and hugged Amy, pressing our naked chests together.  We started kissing again as my hand roamed over her body.  Moving down to her hip, then her thigh, I put my hand under her skirt.  Amy let out a groan as I caressed her panty-covered ass.

“If you don’t want me to do something, tell me, and I’ll stop,” I said.

Amy rubbed my chest, moving her hand lower until she touched my crotch.  My cock swelled against her fingers as she stroked me through my slacks.  When she tugged at my belt, I helped her open my pants.  Amy slipped her hand into my boxer briefs, wrapping her fingers around my shaft.

I slipped my hand into the back of her panties, rubbed her ass, and then ran it to the front.  Amy opened her legs when my fingertips stroked her hairless mons.  We continued kissing and fondling each other.  As our passion rose, we helped each other remove our remaining clothing.

Amy and I gazed at each other, shifting our eyes over the other’s naked body.  She gripped my cock, smiling as she stroked it.  I rubbed her vulva, feeling her wetness.  When I slipped a finger into her pussy, Amy’s hips rocked against my hand.  She pushed me onto my back and straddled my body.

“You asked me if there was something I didn’t want,” Amy said.

Holding her hips as she rubbed her crotch on my cock, I nodded.

Amy smiled, shifted until my cock pressed against the opening of her pussy, and lowered her body, causing my dick to enter her.

“I don’t want to be a virgin, Josh,” Amy said.

I pulled her down as I pushed up, sinking my cock into Amy’s wet pussy.  She moaned as we started moving.  As we developed a comfortable rhythm, she started letting out soft groans each time I bottomed out in her.

“Oh, god!  I love this,” Amy said as she bounced on me.

Sitting up, I wrapped my arms around Amy and flipped her onto her back without removing my cock from her pussy.  She lifted her legs, pointing her toes at the ceiling.  As I thrust in and out of her, our bodies slapped together.

When I felt Amy’s pussy contract and heard her yell out to announce her orgasm, I felt my climax building.

“I have to pull out.  I’m going to come,” I said.

“Don’t you dare!  I’m on the pill,” Amy shouted.

Amy came, and her body shook.  A few moments later, I shot my semen into her convulsing pussy while burying my cock deep inside her.  When our orgasms subsided, we hugged and kissed.  Even after coming as hard as I did, my cock was still semi-erect and in her pussy.

“Wow, that was amazing.  I’m glad I waited for you to make me a woman.  Thank you, Josh,” Amy said.

“I assure you, it was my pleasure, Amy,” I said.  I kissed her and smiled.

Lifting my head, I looked into Amy’s eyes.  When I started moving my cock in and out of her pussy again, she smiled.

“Are you going to fuck me again?” Amy asked.

“Sure, if you want me to,” I replied.

Hugging me, Amy said, “I want you to fuck me anytime you want to.  Among other things.”

I slowed my thrusting but kept moving.  Pushing my cock deep into Amy’s pussy, I wiggled my hips, rubbing her clit with my pubic bone.

“What other things do you want to do with me?” I asked.

Giggling, Amy said, “Anything and everything we can think of.”

Amy and I stopped talking.  I continued fucking her through two orgasms before I sent the second load of cum into her.  Exhausted from our active coupling, we cuddled each other while basking in the afterglow of the best sex I’d had to date.

After a half-hour, we got up and went to shower.  Standing in the stall, we hugged and kissed.

“Well, what do you think about fucking?” I said while soaping Amy’s breasts.

“I don’t know what to say, Josh.  As I said, it was amazing.  I hope you and I can do it again,” Amy replied, then she giggled.  “Jill told me a real cock is way better than a dildo.  She wasn’t kidding.”

“I haven’t had sex too many times.  I have to tell you this was the best it’s ever been,” I said, meaning every word.

“So, I guess you think we’re compatible.”  Amy chuckled as she stroked my cock.  “We certainly fit together well.  When I saw your penis, I wasn’t sure it was going to fit.  It’s way bigger than the dildo I have.”

Amy and I finished in the shower, got out, and dried off.  Back in her bedroom, she laughed as she looked at the mess we made on her bed.  I helped her strip off the dirty sheets and replaced them with a fresh set.

I put on my clothes.  Amy put on her panties and tank top without her bra.  Taking my hand, she led me out of her bedroom.  We couldn’t stop grinning as we went downstairs to find Mark, Hank, and my sister.  We found the three of them in the kitchen, sitting at the table.  I shook my head when I saw my sister was only wearing her panties.

My sister jumped up, grabbed Amy’s hand, and led her down to the recreation room.  Hank and Mark laughed and offered me a beer.

“How is everything going?” Hank asked.

I wasn’t sure how to answer Hank.  After all, I’d just fucked his sister and took her virginity.

“Things are okay.  Are we cool?” I said.

“Why wouldn’t we be cool?  Josh, Amy is old enough to make her own decisions.  We don’t tell each other what we can and can’t do.  I don’t think you’ll do anything to hurt Amy.  My sister and I spend the winter living together while our parents are in Florida.  

“Our father retired and sold his law firm two years ago.  He and our mother leave for their home in Florida in October and don’t return until June.  Amy and I have become good friends since we have to live together for eight months without our parents.  We made an agreement to live and let live,” Hank said.

“I don’t know.  I just don’t want any trouble between us.  As I’m sure my sister has told you, I don’t have many friends.  I’m hoping the five of us can hang around and have fun together,” I said.

Mark nodded.  “I think it would be great.”

We could hear Jill and Amy laughing as they came into the kitchen.  I noticed my sister had put on a tee-shirt.  Jill sat between Mark and Hank.  Amy sat next to me, resting her hand on my leg.

After an hour of drinking beer and talking, Jill said, “Are you going home, Josh, or staying here tonight?  I already texted Mom to tell her I wouldn’t be home.”

Amy moved her hand up my leg, squeezed my thigh, and said, “You’ll stay, won’t you?”

“Sure, I’ll stay if you want me to,” I said.

Giggling, Amy kissed me and said, “I promise to let you get some sleep.”

Hank shook his head.  “What happened to my shy lesbian sister?”

Laughing, Amy replied, “Your sister has discovered she’s bisexual.”

Jill grinned and said, “Welcome to the club.  Now you get the best of both worlds.”

“I’m surprised you remember.  You’ve been ignoring me since you started fucking my brother and Mark.”  Amy winked at Jill.

My sister got up, moved to Jill, bent over, and kissed her.  As they kissed, Jill played with Amy’s breasts.  Amy began laughing, causing the kiss to end.  Jill giggled and said, “So, that’s how it is.  One cock, and you don’t love me anymore.”

“Look who’s talking.  As I remember, it was you who backed off once you started fucking Mark and Hank,” Amy said.

I found the open communications between our newly forming group refreshing.  At first, the idea of hearing about my sister’s sexual escapades was unnerving, but now it didn’t bother me.  It was easy for me to laugh and join in the fun.

“No fighting, children.  We’re all friends here,” Mark said.

“I don’t plan on fighting.  What I want to do starts with an F, but it definitely isn’t fighting,” Amy said as she rubbed my inner thigh.

We all laughed at Amy’s boldness.  She stood up, took my hand, and said, “Goodnight, all.  We’re off to bed.”

I held Amy’s hand as she led us to her bedroom.  After pushing the door closed, she removed her shirt and panties.  Standing with her hands on her hips, Amy grinned at me.  I took the hint and stripped.

As soon as I was naked, Amy wrapped her arms around me, pulling our bodies together.  We moved to the bed, pausing while she pulled the covers back.  We stretched out next to each other, kissing and touching.

I moved my kisses down to her breasts, sucking each of her nipples before heading lower.  Amy spread her legs as I pressed my face into her crotch.  I ran my tongue over her pussy, causing Amy to moan and grab my head.

Amy wiggled and moaned while I dined on her pussy.  Pushing her legs back, I licked her from her anus to her clit.

“Oh, shit!  What are you doing to me?” Amy shouted.

Lifting my head, I looked at her and said, “I’m eating your tasty pussy.”

I sipped two fingers into her, causing Amy to climax.  She wiggled and moaned while her legs flailed next to my head.  After a few moments, she put her feet against my shoulders and pushed me away.

Moving up her body, I planted kisses on Amy’s stomach and then her breasts.  When my kissing reached her mouth, she grabbed the back of my head and licked my lips.  We continued kissing for a few minutes, then she rolled onto her side.

“Where did you learn to eat pussy?” Amy said.

“Does it matter?” I asked.

While I had dated a few other girls and had sex, this was the first time I went down on a girl.

“No, it doesn’t matter.  How could a girl ever let you go when you eat pussy as well as you do?” Amy said.

Grinning, I said, “Easy.  You’re the first girl I ever went down on.  I guess I did okay then.”

Giggling, Amy said, “It was amazing.  I hope it won’t be the only time you do it to me.”

When I started moving down her body, Amy grabbed my arm, pulling me back.  “I can’t take any more for a while.”  She pushed me onto my back, knelt near my hips, and stroked my cock.  “It’s my turn to try something for the first time.  When Jill and I play, we suck the dildos after we fuck each other.  I’ve never had a real cock in my mouth.”

Amy bent over and covered the head of my dick with her mouth.  She ran her tongue over my glans, moaning while lowering her head.  Once she had about half of my cock in her mouth, she began bobbing her head.

I watched as more and more of my cock disappeared in Amy’s mouth.  Lifting her head, she looked at me and said, “A real one is way better than a dildo.”

Smiling, I said, “You’re doing great for the first time.  We can learn together.”

“As I said, I’ve sucked a dildo before.  Hold still and let me show you what Jill and I learned to do,” Amy said.

Amy moved between my legs, cradled my balls in her hand, and leaned down.  Keeping her eyes locked with mine, she took my cock into her mouth again.  She bobbed her head, taking more each time she went down until her nose pressed against my pubic mound.  I watched in awe as Amy slowly lifted her head, then took me in again.

After blowing me for a few minutes, Amy removed her mouth and licked my shaft from my balls to the head of my cock.  She gazed at me, smiling when I winked at her.

“Do you like it?” Amy asked.

“Yes.”

Smiling, she went back to work.  She clamped her lips around my cock, applying suction as she moved her mouth up and down.  I put my hands on her head, holding her gently.  When I curled my fingers into her hair, she moaned.

“I’m going to come, baby,” I said.

Amy sped up, making slurping sounds as she sucked my hard cock.  Once again, I warned her, but she didn’t stop or remove my cock from her mouth.  I let out a groan as my semen shot from my cock into Amy’s sucking mouth.  She gagged a little but didn’t remove her mouth as my cock sent several spurts of cum against her tongue.  When I released her head, Amy kept my cock in her mouth, gently sucking on my softening shaft.

Pulling her mouth from my cock, Amy showed me the thick cum on her tongue.  She closed her mouth, swallowed, and then licked her lips.  I pulled her up, pressing my lips against hers and pushing my tongue into her mouth.  Amy moaned as we swapped the remnants of my spend between us.

“You did great, Amy, but I think you need more practice,” I said while looking into Amy’s eyes.

Amy’s face showed her disappointment.  When I grinned and winked, she smacked my chest and said, “Yeah, I think we both do.”

I wrapped my arms around Amy, pulling her to my chest.  I could feel her full breasts pressing against me as we started kissing.  We remained embraced as she wiggled against my hardening cock.

As soon as my cock was hard enough, I pushed it into Amy’s pussy.  She lifted her body, glancing down at our connection.  While she rode me, I reached up and fondled her swaying breasts.

Fifteen minutes later, Amy pulled off me, spun around, and got onto her hands and knees.  I knelt behind her, fisted my cock, and reentered her doggy style.  Holding her hips, I started thrusting into Amy’s pussy.

While I fucked her, Amy looked over her shoulder and smiled.  “Your sister likes to do me this way with a strap-on.  I like your big cock so much better.”

“I can see why.  I get to watch your sexy ass,” I said.

“You mean fat ass,” Amy said.

“No, I mean sexy ass.  Your ass is perfect,” I said.

Grinning, Amy said, “My ass is all yours, Josh.”

I reached under Amy and started rubbing her clit.  She moaned and slammed back against my thrusts.  We continued fucking for another twenty minutes, then came at the same time.  As our orgasms subsided, she fell forward, and I followed her down.  Pressing my chest against her back, I kissed Amy’s shoulders.

Once we regained our composure, Amy twisted around until she was on her back with me above her.  We shared tender kisses while basking in the afterglow of our heated sex.

“Josh, do you really think I have a sexy ass?” Amy said.

“You have the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen,” I said.

“How do you feel about anal sex?  Jill and I used to do each other with a strap-on.”  Amy giggled.  “Our toy isn’t as big as your cock, but I think it will fit.”

Reaching under her, I grabbed one of Amy’s butt cheeks.  “You’ll have to give me a chance to recover.”

Amy kissed me and said, “I’ll wait as long as you want me to.  That is, if you want to be with me.”

Smiling, I said, “I want to be with you, Amy.”

Amy and I kissed for a moment, then she said, “Do you want me to stop fooling around with Jill?  I will if you want me to.”

Shaking my head, I said, “No, I don’t want you to stop fooling around with Jill or anyone else.  Amy, I really like you.  I want us to be lovers and friends, but I don’t think either of us is ready to have an exclusive relationship.  We’re still young.”

“I’ve never really fooled around with another man.  I’ve kissed a few of the boys.  You’re the first guy to touch my tits or my pussy,” Amy said.

“I feel privileged, Amy,” I said as I hugged her to my body.

Amy and I snuggled together, sharing tender kisses.  She reached for the covers, pulling them over our naked bodies.

“Josh, do you think your sister is a slut because she has sex with Hank and Mark?” Amy asked.

“No, I don’t think Jill’s a slut.  If she wants to have sex with Mark and Hank or you, it’s her business.  I don’t want anyone telling me what to do, and I don’t feel it’s my place to tell anyone else what they should do or who they should do it with.  As your brother says, live and let live,” I said.

Amy wiggled against me as she moved one of her legs between my legs.  She rubbed my crotch while kissing me.  I ran my hand down her back, gripping one of her butt cheeks.  We kissed each other while flicking our tongues together.

I could feel my cock hardening as Amy moved her thigh against it.  I rubbed her ass, causing her to moan into my mouth.  After a few minutes, she stopped moving, sighed, and snuggled against me.  It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep in my arms.  Content, I felt myself doze off.

When I woke up, I was spooned against Amy’s back.  My arm was over her body, my hand cupping one of her breasts.  Moving my head, I kissed her neck while massaging her boob.  Amy wiggled her ass against my growing cock and let out a soft moan.

Placing her hand over mine, Amy pressed it against her breast.  “Good morning,” I whispered in her ear.

“Mmmm, good morning.  This is a great way to wake up,” Amy said.

“I have to agree.  As much as I’d like to stay here and play with your big tits, I have to take a leak,” I said.

“Hurry up.  I have to pee too,” Amy said.

After using the bathroom, Amy came in.  I started the shower while she took care of her full bladder.  Together, we got into the stall, hugging as the warm water cascaded over us.

“Josh, last night was amazing.  I hope you still want to be with me,” Amy said.

“Why wouldn’t I want to be with you?” I asked as I soaped her back.

“I have some very kinky fantasies, Josh.  Just because I never had sex with a man before doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it or the things I want to do,” Amy said as she started playing with my cock.

“As long as it doesn’t include animals, I’m good with almost anything.  I don’t have much experience, but it doesn’t mean I’m not willing to try.  Look, Amy, this is as new to me as it is to you.  Why don’t we just enjoy it and see where it goes,” I said.  I kissed her for a moment.  “I have some kinky fantasies too.”

“I look forward to exploring our fantasies together, no matter how kinky they are.”  Amy lowered herself to her knees, looked up, and smiled.  “One of my fantasies is to suck your cock in the shower.”

When Amy took my cock into her mouth, I held the sides of her head.  She sucked and moaned as I slowly fucked my cock between her lips.  Amy caressed my balls while giving me a blowjob.  When I told her I was going to come, she removed her mouth and used her hand to stroke me.  A moment later, I shot my cum onto her face, into her open mouth, and against her chest.

Covered with my semen, Amy stood up and giggled.  “Well, that’s two checked off.  Sucking a cock in the shower and a facial.”

Laughing, I hugged Amy and kissed her.  She let out a moan when I licked my cum from her face and chest.

“Wow!  You might be just as kinky as me,” Amy said.

“We make a good pair, don’t we?” I said.

Pressing against me, Amy said, “I think so.  We’re going to have so much fun.”

Amy and I took turns washing each other.  Finished in the shower, we got out to dry off.  When we went back to the bedroom, I tossed her on the bed, knelt on the floor, and licked her pussy until she climaxed.

“I believe turn about is fair play,” I said while kissing her.

Amy and I chuckled as we dressed.  She wore her tank top and panties.  I put on my pants and shirt.  Hand in hand, we went down to the kitchen.  Amy started a pot of coffee while I sat at the counter, watching her.

When the coffee maker finished, she poured two mugs for us.  Amy sat next to me, blowing on her coffee to cool it.

A few minutes later, Hank, Mark, and Jill came into the kitchen.  They got coffee and sat at the counter with Amy and me.  Jill nudged me and smiled.

“Did you two have a good time last night?” Jill said.

Amy giggled and said, “Sweetie, it was magical.”

“So, I guess my brother treated you well,” Jill said.

“Josh treated me, that’s for sure.”

“What do you girls think about going fishing with us?” Hank said.

“I want to go,” Jill said.

“Yeah, so do I,” Amy said.

“Great.  We should plan a weekend trip,” Mark said.

“Cool.  Let us know when,” Jill said.  “Come on, Amy, let’s make breakfast.”

“I wonder if we could get a Friday off?  We could leave after work on a Thursday afternoon and spend three days at the cabin,” Hank said.

“I think it would be cool.  I’m sure we can get a day off.  We may have to work a little over time, so we don’t get behind, but I wouldn’t mind,” I said.

“How about two weeks from now?  The fishing should still be great,” Mark offered.

“We can check with our foremen on Monday,” I said.

Jill and Amy served breakfast.  While we ate, we told the girls our plan for a fishing trip.  They said they wanted to go.  I couldn’t help wondering if Hank and Mark planned to offer the girls the opportunity to join the fishing club.