Wishful Thinking/Friends Become Lovers

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With a grin, you dive right in. “Hey Mon, Rach was just telling me that you two have been lovers since high school. Is that true?” And with a thought, it is. “As a matter of fact she was just saying that the two of you fantasize about having me walk in on you while you're ‘doin it’. Again with a thought this too is reality.

“But... Uhhh… ROSS!” stammers Monica. “We’re brother and sister, I couldn’t really ‘have’ you. I mean, you wouldn’t …. want….. me…” her voice trails off. You walk over to where both of the girls are standing. You turn to Rachel and remove her robe, letting it fall to the floor. Standing back so you can see the both of them you finally break the silence.

“Not only have I ‘wanted’ you, little sister, but I have dreamed of the day when I could have you BOTH!” Both of them suddenly become very alert and excited. “I mean, heck, I would be the luckiest guy in the whole world … only...” you stop speaking as a new thought jumps into your mind. Suddenly the door swings open and there, in all her perkiness, stands Phoebe.

“Hi guys…. Whoa… somebody forgot to get dressed this morning. I think.” Pheeb’s remarks as she drops her purse on the kitchen table. Seeing the expressions on everyone’s faces she puts two and two together. “Oh wait. He knows?” she asks Rachel and Monica.

“Yeah Pheeb’s, we just told him. But he is cool with it!” exclaims Monica “He was just saying that he would be the luckiest guy in the whole world if only … and that is when you walked in.” Finishes Rachel, her hands on her bare hips.

This is getting to be too much for you, your cock is straining against the zipper of your pants and you just wish the girls would stop talking and screw you. No sooner does this thought run through your brain, when Phoebe, turns shuts the door and turns both locks. “Well now, it would seem that we won’t be interrupted again. Now, who has the penis in this room” she cocks her head to the right, her finger taping the side of her face “Oh YEAH, Ross!” While Monica and Rachel stare in disbelief, Phoebe drops to her knees in front of you, grabs the waist band of your pants and rips your pants and boxers down around your ankles. Your now engorged prick bounces up from its confinement and smacks Pheeb’s on the chin.

“Huh” she states matter-of-factly “I always thought it would be bigger.”

“Well if I was hard it would be.” you say, then thinking to your self ‘My dick will be the perfect size for each of them, changing in size and length so that it is a perfect fit no matter who is on it’.

“Oh, OK” replies Pheeb’s as she engulfs the entire shaft to the base in one swift motion. Her head bobbing back and forth on the shaft, each time she comes off of it, it’s longer. “Hey! This is cool “ exclaims Pheebs pausing before resuming the deep throat action

Both Monica and Rachel are staring in disbelief. Turning to Monica you look her up and down suggestively “You know sis, I would love to see you naked. Rach will you be a sweetie and help Pheebs get undressed? I really don’t want her to have to stop.”

“Sure Ross” she replies as she drops to her knees and unbuttons Pheebs blouse. Meanwhile Monica in the rush to get undress is hopping around on one foot, her tiny titties bouncing up and down in rhythmic time.

Now your cock is being pushed past the back of Phoebe’s mouth, down her throat. She shows no sign of gagging. Monica has Pheeb’s topless and is trying to figure out how to get her pants off when you blow a pint of cum down Phoebe’s throat.

Removing your now 12” dick from her mouth, she gazes in wonder at the member in her hands. “Now that is what I call a COCK! OK, I need to get this in my pussy, but need to get my pants off. Who wants it n …” before she can finish her sentence, Monica lunges for the dick.

“I’m his sister, I deserve to be next!”

Being closer to your slick member, Rachel wraps her hand around it first. “No way MON, I was about to unwrap this bad boy and impale myself on it before you walked in the door.”

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