Dick-Sucking Sisters Ch. 02

**Author's Note** The continued story of a 19 year old college boy, and his twin 18 year old sisters, in the late 50's/early 60's, as they learn the ancient tradition of dick-sucking as an essential element of high-society courtship in a bygone age.

As always, my stories tend to be slow to develop and focus on build up as much as the action. So this story won't be enjoyable for those looking for a quick read, but hopefully gives a lot of pleasure for those who enjoy the journey as much as the destination. Enjoy!

Chapter Two

Trey and Cissy arrived home to find out that their Aunt Candace had just arrived that afternoon for a surprise visit. Aunt 'Candy', as Trey and his sisters knew her, had come early as she and their Uncle Phil wouldn't be able to get away for the holidays. Their aunt had belated gifts for Cissy & Carol's eighteenth birthday and would need help to unload all of the Christmas gifts that she had brought along to go under their tree.

Trey and the girls had always loved their Aunt Candace, and not simply because they had delighted at having an Aunt named "Candy" as small children. Aunt Candy always had gifts, a happy disposition and the looks of an angel. With her ash blonde hair, flawless fashion sense and striking good looks, she always brought a certain air of joy, sophistication and excitement wherever she went. She had modeled for a time in college, but had then quickly settled into the role of the socialite wife of a prominent surgeon, as soon as their uncle Phil had graduated from Medical School.

Despite having two children, Aunt Candy had maintained the same tall, slender shape that had served her well as a teen model and she delighted in wearing the latest fashions from New York, Paris and Rome. She had an air of glamour and sophistication that wasn't diminished at all by her lively sense of humor, a penchant for quick, if slightly naughty, witticisms and a flirty disposition that made her a fawned-over favorite of waiters, store clerks, bellhops and doormen everywhere she went.

Aunt Candy rose quickly from the living room sofa to embrace Cissy and Trey in turn as they both set down their shopping bags in the foyer. They were genuinely delighted to see their aunt, but while Cissy was glad that she'd taken the time to touch up her makeup, Trey was aching to go upstairs to relieve himself after having just experienced his first dick-sucking. Trey could feel the spots of precum cold and wet on the inside of his boxers, which was understandable given how excited he had been while making out with his sister, even before Cissy began to experiment with taking his cock into her mouth.

Trey did his best to keep the images of his sister's exposed breasts and the top of her head bobbing up and down in his lap out of his mind, but as he sat in the living room across from his aunt, he couldn't help but remember his father describing how his lovely aunt had likewise sucked him off every chance she got when they were younger. As natural as he tried to act, Trey had the uncomfortable feeling that his aunt could tell that he and Cissy had just been engaged in similar activity. As much as she seemed her usual, pleasant self, it felt as if her eyes were looking right through Trey and were occasionally flickering to his lap as though she could tell that his cock was aching for release.

Trey's mother excused herself to serve coffee and Trey used the interruption to also excuse himself to use the bathroom, leaving Cissy alone with her aunt. Reaching the bathroom, Trey was shocked to notice a small wet spot on the front of his trousers where his precum must have soaked through. Undoing his pants, he dropped his underwear and a small thread of clear precum trailed away from the tip of his dick. It wasn't hard to understand how it had seeped through his trousers when he realized how much he must have released in his excitement, and how it must have drained out the tip while his erection had softened on the drive home from the park.

Even with the embarrassment of seeing the stain on the front of his trousers, Trey had no problem stroking himself to the first of two orgasms within minutes of locking the bathroom door. He had barely recovered from the sensitivity of ejaculating the first time when his memory of Cissy's warm soft mouth ignited another round of furiously humping his hand, still slick with the cum he had released just a few minutes earlier. His legs had quivered weakly as he stood at the sink to wash his cum slick hand, his heart still pounding in his chest and the image of Cissy's bare breasts still being savored in his memory. He couldn't ever remember being so overwhelmed with desire as he was. He slunk guiltily out the now unlocked bathroom door and quickly made his way to his room, to savor the memories of the day.

Meanwhile, Cissy was doing her best to understand the cryptic smile her aunt wore as they made small talk about shopping, her eighteenth birthday and how excited she must be to have her brother home for the holidays. Cissy made every effort to appear nonchalant, but given what her brother had told her about the dick-sucking traditions in both branches of their families, she felt incredibly awkward that her Aunt Candy almost certainly knew exactly what she and Trey had been doing, only just a few minutes before they'd walked through the door.

The fact that her aunt's demeanor seemed less accusatory, and more conspiratorial, did nothing to put Cissy at ease. As much as she wanted to project an innocent facade, Cissy had the distinct feeling that her aunt could tell that she had become a dick-sucker, as surely as if she had peered through the window of their mother's station wagon while she and Trey had been performing the act. The fact that her panties were still wet between her legs, and that her pussy felt swollen and eager to be touched, did nothing to help Cissy feel more comfortable. She struggled to identify if she was more uncomfortable with embarrassment that Aunt Candy seemed to know that she could still taste her brother's dick in her mouth, or the fact that her aunt seemed excited, almost eager, to acknowledge that they shared a similar secret bond with their brothers.

When her mother returned with coffee and cake, Cissy took the opportunity to excuse herself. Cissy's mother called after her to, "Ask Carol to stop sulking in her room and come down to say hello to her Aunt Candy." as she left the left the room to head upstairs. Cissy knocked on Carol's locked door to relay her mother's message, but after receiving no reply, she headed down the hall to her own room. After Cissy put her purchases in her closet until they could be wrapped, she took off her shoes, pulled down her damp cotton panties, kicked them off her foot and sprawled on her bed, feeling completely drained with excitement and nervous exhaustion.

As she lay there replaying the events in the car with Trey and the discomfort she felt in facing her aunt afterward, Cissy reflected just how much her life had changed in the last twenty four hours after she and Trey had exposed themselves to each other. From never having kissed a boy, to having been felt up, and even sucking a dick for the first time, within a single rotation of the earth, seemed like such an improbable turn of events that had she been asked a day earlier, she would have bet anything against it coming true. But it had. It was all happening very, very quickly and while she had enjoyed the discovery, excitement and intimacy of what she'd done with Trey, she realized that was completely unprepared for how others might see her if they ever found out what she had done.

The expression on her aunt's face, the twinkle in her eye and her knowing smile had left Cissy feeling naked and exposed, even more so than in those moments when she had pulled up her top for her brother's pleasure. Replaying the conversation in her mind, Cissy could see details that she had been unable to focus on while it was happening; her Aunt Carol's face had looked flushed and beaming, her lips had been slightly parted and her breathing had changed as she had searched her niece's face. She hadn't been shocked or scandalized, Cissy realized, she had been excited by the discovery. Perhaps Aunt Candy had even been looking for the signs from the very first moment that she and Trey had stepped through the door.

Cissy suddenly realized that she had been absent-mindedly touching herself as she replayed her aunt's reaction in her mind, focused on the deep red of her aunt's lipstick against the pale contrast of her ivory skin, the hint of her white teeth revealed between her parted lips and the flush in her cheeks as they spoke. Cissy's hand sped up and pressed more urgently, as she rolled fully onto her stomach, and elevated her bottom, to allow her hips to curl into the exquisite relief her fingers were giving to her. Cissy's cheek was pressed flat against the rumpled bedspread as her breath now raced in and out between her own now parted lips. Her mind flashed through a kaleidoscope, of her brother's erect penis sticking up obscenely in the car, the sensation of his lips on her neck, her ear and his tongue entering her mouth, the rough thrusts of his dick into her mouth and the instinct she had to suck him for a few moments more to ensure that he would remember her first time sucking his dick fondly.

As her body reached its climax, she held herself there for a long, long moment, her mind a collage of her aunt's knowing smile and the expression on Trey's face the first time she'd looked up at him after his dick had been in her mouth. She hung there, savoring the delicious shame of it all before tumbling down through the throes of a shuddering orgasm, rolling at last onto her side, panting and spent, until a single long shiver ran through her body, before she went fully limp.

Aunt Candy eventually went upstairs herself to tap on Carol's door. She had excused herself after coffee, needing time to rest and freshen up before going out to dinner that evening with her brother and sister-in-law. When her knock wasn't answered, Candy knocked again, saying, "Carol, it's me. Aunt Candy. Please open up." A few moments passed before Candy heard a small click and the doorknob turned to reveal her niece, disheveled in her pajamas and with her eyes puffy from crying. "Oh sweet dear," Candy's voice reached out to soothe her favorite niece, even as she stepped into the room to take her into her arms.

Sitting together on Carol's bed, Carol told her side of the story and the crushing disappointment of missing out on her Christmas vacation at a critical moment in her social life. The captain of the basketball team was single for the first time that year and everyone knew that his next girlfriend was a shoo-in for Prom Queen, just as his last girlfriend had been crowned Homecoming Queen. There were several girls vying for his attention and now she was on the sidelines while the others had an open field over the next few weeks. Carol concluded the accounting of the wreckage of her romantic, and social, life by sobbing, as Aunt Candy comforted her, and assured her that that there were now more important things to consider, as she was about to become a college girl.

Carol looked up in disbelief, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "What could possibly be more important?" she protested, sure that her Aunt Candy, of all people, would surely understand the catastrophe her life had become.

"Why getting all the time you can with Trey before you all head up to college this Fall," Candy showed an uncharacteristic wrinkle of concern in her forehead as she looked down at her niece. "You only have him for a few breaks during the year and then again this Summer." She looked at Carol pointedly. "Plus you have to split your time with Cissy, dear. That puts you at a serious disadvantage."

"What on earth are you talking about?" Carol felt like the world didn't make any sense at the moment, as her aunt had brushed aside the worst crisis of her teen dating career, acting as if it hardly mattered, and instead was going on and on about her brother of all people.

"Oh dear," Candy's eyes went wide. "No one's told you?!?" She did her best to keep her sense of horror out of her voice, but it was clearly already too late.

"Told me what?" Carol had turned her full attention to her aunt, searching for any clue to the urgent and mysterious secret, that was now unmistakably being withheld.

"Oh, honey," Candy reached over to comb her fingers through her nieces' hair affectionately. "It really isn't for me to say." She looked flustered, even evasive, for the first time that Carol could ever remember. "You'll need to speak with Trey, or perhaps your mother..."

"They all hate me," Carol urged her aunt. "They think I'm an embarrassment to the family and wished I could be more like Cissy." She shook her head dejectedly, before looking up to her aunt with pleading eyes. "If you don't tell me, then no one will."

Candy glanced briefly toward the closed bedroom door before lowering her voice and swearing Carol to secrecy. "You'll need a close friend, with an older brother, who has already passed her eighteenth birthday to explain how you know all of this," She looked directly into Carol's eyes to emphasize the importance of what she was telling her. "These things are never to be spoken aloud outside of your immediate family and your parents would be scandalized if they knew I'd said anything." She allowed herself a slight smile. "But sometimes sorority sisters, and even close girlfriends, will talk about it, if they can be trusted to keep a secret between them."

Carol had her aunt's full attention in that moment as she sensed the immensity of what was about to be passed down, with all of the intrigue of a state secret, or the location of a hidden treasure, built up around it. Aunt Candace spoke urgently, her voice just loud enough for Carol to hear her, her eyes now wide with disbelief, as the full understanding of what she was being told broke through her initial shock.

"So you see now, why you have to put all of that high school silliness behind you, to focus on what you'll need to be successful over the next few months," Candace looked intently at her niece and waited for her to nod. "High school sweethearts can be quite a lot of fun, but the real game is just about to begin and you can't afford to let Cissy monopolize all of your brother's attention."

"That back-stabbing little Miss Goody Two Shoes!" Carol's disappointment and disbelief had now swung around to competitive anger, as she came to grips with the fact that Trey and Cissy had intentionally left her out of the secret.

"Oh, I don't think you're more than a day or so behind, dear," Candace comforted her. "He's only just gotten home a few days ago." She raised her eyebrows and tilted her head thoughtfully. "But unless I misread them, your sister has already had your brother's dick in her mouth, so you can't afford to dawdle in getting caught up."

"But what if they deny it all?" Carol's mind was working furiously. "They've always been thick as thieves, Aunt Candy." She looked to her aunt, her eyes imploring her to help. "They leave me out of everything."

Candace glanced down at the slim diamond watch on her elegantly shaped wrist. "Well, what is it that they like to do when you're not around? Quickly now, there isn't much time."

"They just play dumb games. Cards, backgammon, monopoly...." Carol shrugged, her voice revealing how futile the cause seemed.

A slow, knowing smile spread across Aunt Candy's face. "Okay," she nodded once and leaned in. "Here's what you do..."

Their mother had made them a chicken casserole for dinner and had reminded Cissy that it would be ready by seven o'clock so she should be prepared to pull it from the oven when the timer went off. Carol had come downstairs to say goodbye to Aunt Candace and her parents as they were leaving and everyone was pleasantly surprised to see that she had gotten dressed and applied makeup for the first time since she'd been grounded.

No one noticed the quick wink of approval that Aunt Candy gave Carol as she made the rounds, giving her nieces and nephew a quick hug as they were leaving. Their father reminded Trey that they could be reached at Ma Maison, the French restaurant downtown and then they expected to go to the club afterward for drinks, so they shouldn't expect them home much before midnight. The number for both the restaurant and the club were on the counter on the kitchen if there was an urgent need to reach them, but his father expected that Trey could look after things, as the man of the house, for a few hours.

Cissy and Trey made their way into the living room, once their parents left, and settled down at the coffee table to decide on a game to play. They were surprised to see that Carol had followed them in and took a seat on the couch next to Cissy. Based on past experiences, they had expected Carol to retreat to her room, or jump on the phone, the moment her parents left.

"So what do you two have planned?" Carol asked brightly, looking from Trey to Cissy. Trey couldn't help notice the alluring cone shape of Carol's full breasts, beautifully outlined in the soft, white sweater that she was wearing that evening.

"We were just going to play a game," Cissy shrugged, looking over at her sister, and then quickly across to Trey, to see if he had any idea what was going on.

"Great! What are you guys playing?" Carol seemed genuinely interested. "Can I join in?"

"Sure," Trey volunteered carefully. "We just didn't think that you liked games very much."

"Well, ordinarily I wouldn't," Carol conceded. "But with you only being home for a few weeks, and me being stuck in the house until after New Year, I figured I needed to make the best of it."

Cissy lifted her eyebrows in mild surprise and looked over to Trey. "What do you say? Should we let Carol pick the game?"

"Uh, sure." Trey nodded awkwardly. He tried not to show his disappointment, that he and Cissy weren't going to get to spend the time alone like he'd planned, but like Carol, he resigned himself to making the best of the situation. "We were just trying to decide between Monopoly and Life." He stood to retrieve the games off of the shelf where they kept them.

"Why can't we play something more grown up now, that we're all eighteen?" Carol chirped.

"You mean like Bridge?" Cissy wondered.

"No, Barbara's sister is home from college and told her about a game she learned," Carol beamed, her eyes twinkling in pent-up excitement. "It's called 'Truth or Dare'."

It took just a few minutes to explain the rules to Cissy and Trey, and after turning down several offers to just play a board or a card game instead, Carol insisted, "You did offer me the chance to choose the game, didn't you?" She looked back and forth between Trey and Cissy, until they reluctantly admitted that they had, and agreed to play along.

"Okay, I'll go first," Carol volunteered brightly. "Cissy, truth or dare?"

"I guess I'll take a 'truth'?" Cissy offered tentatively.

"Okay, hmmm..." Carol put her finger to her lips coquettishly. "Have you ever kissed a boy?"

Carol couldn't help herself from glancing quickly at Trey out of the side of her eye and blushing when she replied, "Yes."

"Really....who?" Carol suspected it was probably Trey, but was actually curious at that point.

"That's a separate question," Cissy giggled as she chided her sister. "And you've already had your turn!" She turned toward Trey. "What's the farthest you ever went with June?" She hadn't meant to be so blunt, but even as she asked it, she realized that she really wanted to know.

"Uhhh, just kissing and hugging...you know." He looked uncomfortably between his sisters seated across from him. "Regular stuff I guess." He shrugged. His face felt warm as the game seemed to be getting much more intimate than he'd thought it would.