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"I'm sure it will." Jean, my wife, had just suggested things would be better
when we got Peg home and I couldn't help but agree. Peg was my younger sister
who was flying in from the coast to join me and my older sister, Sandra for a
family visit. We hadn't seen Peg for a couple of years but had finally
convinced her to come--that we had to make and effort to see each other now
that our parents were gone.

We'd only had Sandra for a few hours and already we were desperate. Yes, I
love both my sisters but Sandra really can be overbearing. I know how to
ignore most of her offensive remarks but Jean gets really uptight--every night
with Sandra, she's ready to explode by the time we retire to our own room.
Sandra lives close enough that we get to see her a few times a year and I hate
to say it but I often wish it was Peg who lived closer.

I didn't recognize Peg. At least not instantly, the way I thought I would.
Her hair was short--well not a buzz or anything like that but short enough
that I'm sure taking care of it was a snap. And she had had long, silky hair
down to her shoulders when she left! She was dressed in jeans and a rather
tight leather top--I wondered how she got it to fit so snugly--it didn't hide
her shape a bit. She is a bit flat but she'd get stares in that outfit
anyway.

I gave her a hug and though she smiled at me, she seemed more reserved.
Somehow I had expected her to be bouncing around more or something. She was
only 20 and was still allowed to be exuberant. But it was nice to see her and
talk to her and I could tell that Jean was happy to see her too.
Arriving home, we pushed a glass of wine in her hand and talked pleasantly
until Sandra returned from visiting one of her old high-school chums. Then it
was pleasant for about five minutes before Sandra's bossy ways started grating
on my nerves again. She had comments about Peg's hair and outfit and about
her flying off like she did aside from telling Jean about how best to serve
supper among other things. Inwardly I sighed.

I was a little surprised at Peg. I'd expected Sandra to get a rise out of
her--Peg and Sandra used to go at it tooth and nail--but Peg seemed to let it
roll off her. It seemed to all the world to me like Sandra simply tried
harder to get a rise out of her. She interrogated her about her life,
inserting comments here and there that were certain to bother Peg's sense of
independence. But Peg just took it all though I once saw her expression while
she was looking away from Sandra and I froze. I guess it seemed like a look
of determination but somehow it surprised me to see Peg like that.
I was almost afraid to send those two upstairs, even if we had separate
bedrooms for them. They went up when Jean and I retired to our room and I
heard Sandra nagging all the way up the stairs and heard her voice continue
after that. Jean and I got in bed and couldn't help but hearing conversation
stop and start over and over upstairs. There weren't any shouting matches or
anything but it was easy enough to discern Sandra's disapproving voice.

It continued so long I finally started dropping off--but then I was suddenly
awakened by a loud scream! I sat up and Jean was sitting next to me.

"What was it?" she said, confused. I turned on a lamp and we both got up and
went out. There wasn't any sound in the house at all. We ran upstairs. The
door to Sandra's bedroom was open and she wasn't there. Peg's door was
closed.
"Peg!" I said as I knocked.

"What!" she said from behind the door.

"What was that? What happened?"

"Nothing!"

"Peg! Where's Sandra?" She opened the door a crack.

"She's in here with me."

"Who screamed? Was that her?"

"She had a nightmare. She's OK."
"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Go back to bed!" She was acting weird. And she never opened the door
another inch. But Jean and I left them and went back to bed. It took me (and
Jean) a little while to settle down again--it had been such a shock!

The next morning, we got up and breakfast was cooking! We got to the kitchen
and Sandra was making eggs and bacon and Peg was eating. But I stared at what
they were wearing! Sandra was in a short night-shirt type thing that was slit
a little up her hips. I'd seen her sleeping clothes before and it was always
a long baggy nightgown. Peg was dressed in a little teeshirt and just bikini
panties! They both seemed dressed a little indecently even if they were my
sisters. Jean seemed taken aback too--she and I had our robes on.

Peg offered us eggs. Sandra didn't say anything but just cooked. There
wasn't a place set for her or anything but Peg asked her to set us places and
she did it immediately. Peg asked us how we wanted our eggs. After Peg put
down Jean's protests, we answered her. Sandra didn't say anything but just
started making eggs according to our requests.

We sat at the table. I looked at Peg. She looked at the two of us and
smiled. It was such a self-satisfied smile that it took me aback. Peg had
certainly changed!

After breakfast, Peg went to get dressed and Sandra stayed and did the dishes.

I'd never seen anything like it! Jean and I got dressed too and came out to
find Peg dressed in a long mid-calf jean skirt over I guess a leotard. She
wore boots. The outfit seemed almost late-70s to me.

Sandra came out of the kitchen still in the little nightshirt. She went up to
change and Peg followed her. They came down again in a little while, Sandra
in a dress. It was a little sexier than I remember Sandra wearing. I remember
her shoes for some reason. They were leather but reminded me of slippers.

Peg said they had to go out for a while. They left in Sandra's car.

"What's gotten into them?" asked Jean.

"I don't know," I said. I certainly was getting confused.

Sandra insisted on cooking dinner that evening and Peg convinced Jean to let
her. And that's the only time I remembered Sandra saying anything the whole
day! I didn't know what to make of it. We had plans to go to a movie that
night. Peg said we should go ahead, that she and Sandra would just stick
around. She said they'd seen the movie. That was ridiculous because we'd
planned it as an activity for all of us--we'd just pick a different movie.
Peg finally agreed to come. When we talked about movies to go see, Peg
suggested one that was playing at the local art house. It was a foreign film
noted mostly for its nudity and I was a bit surprised that Peg picked it. I
figured Jean wouldn't like it--she's always running down nudity in movies--but
we went and watched it and Jean didn't say anything.

We got back and went to bed. This time when the two went upstairs, everything
was quiet. I remained amazed but still settled down and dropped off.

It was dark and someone was shaking me, gently. "Dave!" I heard whispered.
The light next to my bed went on and I was blinded. It was Peg, standing next
to the bed. "Dave! Get up!"

"What is it?"

"Just come on and get up!" I looked at the clock: 12:15AM. I looked at Jean.
She wasn't there!

"Where's Jean?"

"She's all right. Get up and get dressed!" We both spoke in hushed tones.

"What's going on?"

"Never mind. I'll show you." I was just wearing my underpants. I pulled my
clothes over them. I felt a little funny with Peg there watching me, but she
*is* my sister.

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We were walking out into the hall. "Now," I started again, "what's going on?"

"Come!" she said and started upstairs, quietly. The lights were off. When we
got to the upstairs hall, light shown around the door of Sandra's room which
was almost but not all the way closed.

"Quiet!" she whispered. "Now, look!" and she slowly opened the door a crack.
She waved me to poke my head in, opening it just enough so I could do so. I
stuck my head in and looked.

Jean and Sandra were in there! Sandra was in her little nightshirt, sitting
on the side of the bed, and Jean was totally naked, kneeling between her legs,
her face pressed to Sandra's crotch! I stared, transfixed. Sandra held
Jean's hair in her fingers. Jean's hands were tied, behind her back.

I pulled out. "What!?" I exclaimed, but still in a whisper.

"Come!" said Peg, pulling me back downstairs.

"What's going on?" I asked.
"Jean's always wondered what it would be like with a woman," said Peg. "It
works out perfectly with Sandra because Jean tends to want to submit."

I stared. This is about the last thing I'd ever have ever *thought* much less
*said* about Jean! My Jean? It was so crazy!

"You saw them there," said Peg as if reading my thoughts. "Come on," she
added, pulling on my arm. I was in such a daze, I followed right along. She
pulled me outside to my car. Soon she was driving us.

"Peg!"

"What!"

"Where are we going?" I finally asked as if I'd just realized what was
happening.

"Kathy's." Kathy is Jean's younger sister who lives in town.

"What for?"

"You'll see," she answered. The later she said, "You're going to seduce her."

"Kathy!?"

"Yes. It'll be easy for you--she's dying for you."

"Kathy!?" Peg had to be wrong.

"Oh, *you* don't see these things." Then we were silent.
"Why?" I finally asked.

"I... wait and see." That's all I attempted to find out. Soon we were
knocking on Kathy's door and she came out, obviously having been awakened.
Peg said we'd been out late to a movie and had stopped for a drink. I was
sure Kathy would be annoyed as hell but she didn't seem to mind. Soon we were
sitting in her living room, drinking--Kathy in her robe, me in the jeans and
shirt I'd quickly thrown on and Peg dressed too--in jeans and a little top
that didn't quite cover her middle. Peg made small talk with Kathy who seemed
to have awakened. We'd had two drinks each and Kathy went to get something
(not seeming at all like she wanted to throw us out) and Peg said "She's
ready. Go for her."

"Peg!"

"Go in there! Gee Dave--when she comes back in, go sit next to her. She's
hot for you!"

"Peg, you're crazy."

"You're blind. Se's coming back. Get up!" and she sort of shoved me out of
my seat and I stood. I faced Kathy and looked at her when she came in. She
did have a sort of shy way of looking at me that I could interpret as hopeful.

I took the whiskey she had brought out of her hand and asked her if she wanted
another drink.

"OK," she said and she glanced at Peg. The she walked with me to the other
liquor and stood right next to me as I made another round. Suddenly I was
mentally agreeing with Peg--Kathy seemed to be hanging on my sleeve.

I'd always found Kathy attractive but had mentally kept her off limits even
from my fantasies: my sister-in-law. She was definitely cute. I realized she
was wearing a different robe: a silky one instead of the terry one she'd been
in before. I handed her a drink and she took it over to Peg. Peg took it,
thanked her and walked out of the room! I stood there with two drinks in my
hand. Kathy came back, a little smile on her face. She took both drinks out
of my hand and set them back on the bar. Then she stood there in front of me.

Suddenly my arms were around her and we were kissing. Then we were sitting on
the couch, kissing more. It was so sweet.

Peg was there, next to us. "Undress her," she whispered in my ear. We broke
our kiss. Kathy stared at Peg. She looked like she didn't know what to do
with Peg right there.

"Get undressed," Peg said right to Kathy! When Kathy didn't move, Peg reached
up and started undoing her robe. Kathy let her--helped a little in fact and
then Peg was pulling Kathy's nightgown over her head!

Kathy sat there nude, still looking confused. "Kiss her," said Peg. We were
kissing again--right there in front of Peg. Her naked skin under my fingers
was heaven. She was so passionate.

"Finger her," came Peg's whisper in my ear. My fingers went between Kathy's
legs. She was wet. Her breathing grew as a fingered her. I continued
fingering her and she continued to breath harder and harder.

"Tell her to kiss me," came the whisper in my ear. "Hurry!" I couldn't
believe it! "Stop fingering her until she does it!" Peg's lips were on my
ear. I wasn't completely immune to the feelings *that* was causing.

"Kiss Peg!" I said. Kathy stared at me but was still out of breath. Peg had
turned away from my ear and was next to me, facing Kathy.
"Kiss her!" I said. Rather than stop fingering her, I slipped two fingers
inside of her. She gasped. "Now!" I repeated. Peg leaned toward her and in
seconds they were kissing. I continued to finger her, watching the two of
them. Then I felt Peg's fingers at Kathy's cunt and soon I withdrew, leaving
it to Peg. Suddenly Peg dropped to her knees, pushing her face between
Kathy's legs. Kathy immediately came in loud gasps. I stared.

Peg pulled her onto the floor while she was still trying to get her breath and
had her on her back, straddling her in another second. Peg looked up at me
and smiled. She massaged Kathy's breasts and fingered and pinched her
nipples. Kathy seemed to come to her senses. "Hey!" she called. Her arms
shot out, to Peg's body, trying to push her off.

"Help me!" Peg said to me. I grabbed Kathy's arms. Peg lifted her body
enough to pin them under her next to Kathy's body.
"Tell her to stop it," said Peg. I stared. "Tell her to relax!" she said
more vociferously.

I leaned close to Kathy. "Kathy. Relax." I said.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she said. Hearing her voice, I wondered if
she were about to cry.

"Don't say you didn't enjoy it," said Peg and she giggled, "Now you're going
to return the favor, little slut!" Kathy whimpered.

"Tell her to do this," Peg went on. "Kiss her and tell her."

I got down next to Kathy and kissed her. "Do it," I whispered in her ear.
Peg had stood up and I glanced back to see her removing her panties. She was
naked. Her slim little body was everything I'd imagined. She pushed my head
away from Kathy's with her foot , straddled her head, and lowered herself. I
sat up next to her. She pulled me into a kiss and her tongue was in my mouth.

Then her lips were at my ear again: "Having fun?" she asked.

I fucked Kathy's rear that night. She was licking Peg at the time--it seemed
she licked Peg almost all night. Peg took my cock in her own mouth--Kathy
still licking her--in fact Peg took it all in. I was amazed!

Peg and I drove off at dawn, leaving Kathy lying on the floor in her living
room.

"Let's go back to California," she said. Out of the blue! I was astounded.

"What about Jean?" I asked.
"She isn't going to stay with you. She'll go back with Sandra."

"What about Kathy?"

"There'll be *other* Kathys."