"His Sister's Eyes" Chapter 11

(MF, FF, Inc, cons, ws, Trans)

...continues from "His Sister's Eyes (ch.10)" - click here to start there...

Both of us cuddled a sobbing Angie then, but she was glowing too in the aftermath of her orgasm,

"I'm sorry you guys" she said softly, "It's true what you said Mickey, I've never met anyone like you two before, it's all a bit much to take in!"

"Well it's happening babes, so let's not hear any more of it at all, ok?"

"Ok"

Mickey kissed her and held her tightly,

"Sorry I slapped you Angie"

"I must have been a pain, for you to do that"

"ENOUGH" I shouted and the three of us laughed together,

"Let's go and tell Fred" said Mickey, "I need some air"

"You mean bloody lager" Angie laughed and added, "Can I go for a spin on the bike Dave, I feel like getting some wind on my face?"

"Yes of course, I didn't realise you were a biker"

She laughed deliciously and stroked Mickey's face,

"Tell him at the pub Mickey"

At the first set of lights she came to, she pulled up alongside a builder's van, three brawny young men in the front seat shouted a chorus of lewd remarks when they saw her blonde hair peeking out from beneath the black crash hat.

Smiling to herself, Angie pulled the zipper of the one piece leather suit down a couple of inches and they roared their approval, as the lights changed to red and amber, she eased the zipper all the way down until her breasts were exposed, the lights went to green and she roared off laughing as the van stalled helplessly provoking a cacophony of car horns behind it.

A chauffeur driven Rolls Royce purred along beside her as she eased back on the throttle, an elegantly dressed woman sitting alone in the back seat, Angie glanced down into the car and caught the woman's eye, they smiled at each other and the woman pursed her lips in a kiss. A thrill ran through her groin as they pulled up at some more lights, Angie stood up and moved forward slightly so that her groin was above the petrol tank, smiling at the woman, she lowered herself down and pressed her cunt against the metal, there was no mistaking the meaning as she slid backwards slowly until her bottom settled again in the saddle and there was no mistaking the sticky wetness at the juncture of her thighs.

Even as the lights changed, she looked across to where the woman had her lips pressed to the window, her tongue flickered out and licked at the imprint of her own lipstick.

The next victim was a lorry driver who she overtook and then pulled back when she realised he was young and quite good looking, keeping one hand on the throttle she took the other into her mouth and nipped the glove off with her teeth, his face was a picture as she sat back and allowed him to see as she slipped the hand into her tight pants.

Smiling up at him, she swirled a finger around in the wetness of her cunt and left him open mouthed as she withdrew it quickly and cleansed it with her full, pouting lips.

She hit the motorway then and opened the powerful bike up, it jerked in response and she felt the beginnings of an orgasm as the needle sped right up past the one hundred miles per hour mark, at a hundred and forty five, she climaxed and a smile of deep satisfaction spread over her face as she headed at a rather more sedate pace back down to the village!

"Bloody bikers" muttered Fred as he saw the black clad figure pulling into the car park,

"I'm not having them buggers in here" he marched out to tell the figure exactly where to go when it took it's crash helmet off and kissed him,

"Hya Fred" Angie said cheerfully, "Dave and Mickey in the bar?"

We'd been watching them and laughing as Fred got his grumpy head on and then his embarrassment as he saw it was Angie, he'd developed a soft spot for her already and his face was a picture when they walked in together.

"Hey Fred" I called out, "I thought you were going to throw those biker louts out of here?"

But the old bugger had the last laugh, he treated Angie to her drink and made me pay for mine and Micky's!

"What you got on under there Angie?" I asked as I noticed the way the expensive leather clung to her curves.

"Talcum powder" she said softly and smiled as I changed position to ease a growing problem!

"I can't wear anything at all under it" she whispered, "It's far too tight"

"Nothing?"

"Nothing"

She leaned forward and whispered,

"The way it feels against my pussy is fucking amazing, I had an orgasm at about a hundred and forty five"

"WHAT?"

"Well" she pouted, "Speed turns me on"

Mickey nearly choked with laughter as Angie told us about her adventures on the road, but my imagination was far too vivid and my bloody erection was getting to be an embarrassment.

"Honestly" Angie went on, "Just pulling these leathers on is an experience, I get so turned on, I could cum just by walking in them!"

"You're not the only one" I muttered under my breath,

Mickey whispered something to Angie who nodded and took my hand, placing it between her legs she rubbed it over the soft, supple leather.

"God Angie, you're soaking"

"Yup" she giggled and then sat up quickly as Fred ambled over to us,

"I'm selling and I've done me homework, you're looking at two hundred and eighty five thousand, have you got it?"

"Not on me Fred" I laughed,

"I bloody know that, you daft little sod, have you got it?"

I looked up at him and nodded,

"We've got it Fred, between the three of us, we've got it mate"

He held out his hand and the three of us shook it in turns,

"Well you three" he said and actually smiled,

"You've got yourself a pub!"

Mickey laughed, Angie gasped and I shook his hand.

"When Fred?"

"As soon as you bloody like" he said morosely, "The bloody place is full of hooligans on bloody motor bikes" and he actually winked at Angie as he said it!

The hand over was scheduled for two weeks to the day after our conversation with Fred and after we examined our finances minutely, we decided we'd take a break before the big day, we could just about afford it and provided the pub didn't bomb in the first year, we were laughing!

After we left the pub that day, I asked Angie if she would excuse me and Mickey for a minute as there was something I needed to speak to her about.

She agreed of course, but I could tell that she was a bit miffed,

"Angie" I said softly, "This is a one off and I promise you that in less than five minutes, you'll know what we've spoken about, ok?"

"Ok" she answered with a smile.

She went indoors while me and Mickey walked down to the river,

As we got to the bank, where it lapped up to the bottom of our garden, my sister turned to me and kissed me,

"I know what you're going to say Dave"

"Oh really?"

"Yes really and if I'm wrong, I'll never speak to you again, you can forget the whole thing, that's how sure I am, but if I'm right..."

She turned and kissed me tenderly,

"I want to be the chief bridesmaid"

Once again, Angie burst into tears, it was getting to be a habit of hers,

"Marry me?"

"Yes"

"Oh my God"

"Am I that bad Angie?"

"Dave I can't believe this!"

"It's real Angie, I'm real, you're real and Mickey's certainly real"

She realised that Mickey was real when she felt her hands unzipping the leather top from behind,

"Nothing changes Angie" she said softly, "It'll still be the three of us" her hands cupped our lover's breasts, "In bed as well as out of it"

"It lends a certain respectability to the whole thing" I added and unzipped the rest of the suit, she had to sit down so Mickey and I could pull off the tight leather,

"This is a dream" she said to herself as much as to anyone else, "I'm going to wake up in a minute"

"Well if you're asleep lover" Mickey laughed, "Just let's see if this can wake you up" and she touched her lips gently to the inside of Angie's thigh,

"Ooh yes" she sighed and gripped Mickey's hair, "You can wake me up like this anytime"

Finally I managed to drag her leathers off, she smelled of sweat mixed with the leather, but it wasn't unpleasant, in fact it was a very heady aroma, or at least my sister seemed to think so as she inhaled deeply and swiped her tongue up the whole length of Angie's slit!

"My brother needs an answer Angie" she eased a finger in between her friend's buttocks and fingered her puckered hole, or shall I stop doing this?"

Angie grabbed her hand to hold the finger in place,

"Don't you bloody dare stop, you tart" she laughed, "And yes, I'll marry you Dave, if you're serious"

I showed her how serious I was by sliding my cock into her glistening pink wetness,

"Yes Angie" I said, "I'm serious all right, what more could a man want than two sexy, slightly kinky young girls in his bed at night?"

I felt Mickey's mouth on my balls, sucking and slurping at them as I fucked our lover, my future wife, she moved slightly and her tongue licked at my anus, flicking in and out deliciously, I was too aroused to last and I came quickly, shooting helplessly into the depths of Angie's sweet little cunt.

"Mine" squealed Mickey and practically shoved me out of her way so she lick my seed out of Angie!

We were in bed later on, naked in a tangle of limbs when Mickey said,

"Can we afford a holiday before we take the pub over Dave, you know abroad somewhere?"

"Yeah, good idea babes, I fancy some sun on my back, where do you two fancy going?"

"Somewhere where we can be naked" Angie giggled, "I fancy strutting my stuff on the beach" She sat up suddenly,

"Hey what about a beach wedding?"

"I dunno babes, don't you have to be a resident or something?"

"Let's get on the net Angie" said Mickey and two pert little bottoms disappeared downstairs to my computer.

We flew out of Heathrow two days later, destination a villa near Nice in the south of France, apparently we had to register there as residents as soon as we arrived and wait for eight days before we could get married, the villa was right beside the beach so the girls could strut their stuff all they wanted, I feared for the local males!

...continues in "His Sister's Eyes (ch.12)" - click here to continue...

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