“You are incredible,” she gushed.
“Thanks,” I said, feeling embarrassed.
“No, I’m serious,” she marvelled, still staring at me with a look of wonder in her eyes. “I’ve never known getting fucked could feel that good.”
I smiled and probably blushed.
“How was she?” Maggie asked, putting me on the spot.
“Good,” I said, uncomfortable with the question. “She took more than my girlfriend can.”
“I loved feeling him bottoming out,” Holly announced as if she was giving the review of a particularly exciting roller coaster ride.
“I didn’t hurt you?” I asked.
“Only in the right ways,” she said, still smiling.
Maggie smiled at me, too, as if she was proud of me or something. Though it was out of character for me to ask something so personal, I still did it. There was something about being together in the woods that made me feel more at ease. “How was it?” I asked my sister, knowing she would be able to guess what I meant.
“How was what?” Holly asked, only picking up that I was asking Maggie a question, but not what I meant by it.
“He means going down on you,” Maggie explained.
“Is it bad that I liked that?” Holly asked.
“Giving or receiving?” Maggie asked, presenting the question I wanted answered, too.
“Both,” Holly said, blushing. “A lot. It was so hot seeing you down there, doing that to me.” Her hand drifted across Maggie’s chest, lingering to caress her breasts. “I never realized I could want another woman, especially someone as beautiful as you.” Maggie leaned in for a kiss and got one, but Holly wasn’t done yet. “I’m serious. I used to fantasize about being as pretty as you,” she said, repeating what she had said yesterday.
“You did,” Maggie assured her.
“I don’t know about that,” Holly said, brushing away the compliment. “But seeing you doing that to me, that’s what made it so hot.”
“What about. . .?” I asked before my words faded away. There was no way I could ask how Holly felt about going down on Maggie.
“Oh-my-God,” Holly squealed, catching my meaning. “That was incredible! I know you said yesterday that you liked doing that, but I didn’t believe you until I did it. Pussy tastes great!”
“Told you,” I said, relieved that I hadn’t gone too far with my half question.
Holly gave Maggie an apologetic look. “I think I still prefer men, though.”
“Coz, even with as good as you tasted, I nothing can stop me from wanting dick.”
“Including your brother’s?”
“Let’s put it this way: it’s a good thing he’s not hard right now.”
“He looks hard,” Holly said, peering through the water.
“Are you?” Maggie asked, looking, too.
“Mostly,” I said, giving my prick a squeeze. “I know I want to be.”
“You need to get that way,” Maggie said, grinning. “You have three more orgasms to go for the record.”
“Can I have a few minutes?” I asked, squeezing myself a few more times. It wouldn’t take long to restart my motor.
Those few more minutes turned into at least fifteen as we lounged in the cool waters of the creek, talking, flirting, and soaking in the magic of being together. I followed when they got out of the water, appreciating their fine asses swaying side-by-side. We drank some water and nibbled a bit on the food we had brought before heading back to the blanket where we sat in a row looking at the woods.