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  Nipple Twister

  an erotic romance

  by R Hyull

  Copyright © 2017 R. Hyull

  All rights reserved. No parts of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form without the written permission of the copyright holder.

  This is a work of fiction and any similarity with real persons or events is entirely coincidental.. All characters are over the age of 18.

  The contents of this story are explicit erotica not suitable for an audience under 18. Some of the themes may not suit all audiences.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One: Slave Duty

  Chapter Two: Paint and Massage

  Chapter Three: Bi-curious

  Chapter Four: Twister

  Chapter Five: Naomi

  Epilogue

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  Chapter One

  With a sense of immaculate inevitability, the big, fat nipple dropped out of her loose vest. Without thinking I sucked it between my lips. My stepsister squealed but she didn't try to move away. I sucked on that hard pink teat like I was a baby after its mother's milk.

  I suppose in her eyes I was a baby. Or I had been most of my life. Grace already had a two-year old daughter when she married my father. The way I understood it, her first husband didn't want to cope with a rugrat so he took off with her sister. Then I came along a year later. So Brandy, my stepsister, was three years older than me and she never let me forget it.

  Brandy used to try and scare me when she was old enough to baby-sit while my parents went out. She did things like hiding in the closet and jumping out at me. And one time I found a roach in my soda. Things like that. It was even worse when her friends came around for sleepovers. They all made me their servant, fetching them drinks, raiding the kitchen for snacks, even painting their toe nails.

  I hated it.

  At least, I hated it until I hit puberty. Then I got curious about girls. The sort of girls they show online on sites like Tumblr. Especially the ones who post their own pictures showing off everything they've got. And some of them had a lot! But then I accidentally discovered that my sister's friends were girls too. I had never thought of them that way before.

  That Friday night I got called into Brandy's room as usual. First it was sodas. Then I got the order to put nail varnish on Connie's toes. I suppose they must all have been about eighteen at that time and they all wore some sort of baggy pyjamas. So they weren't girl girls. They were just my slave drivers. Except that night, Connie was wearing a nightdress. She was sat on the edge of my sister's bed and I was kneeling on the floor like a proper slave, carefully applying the red liquid.

  Connie complained I was tickling her feet and I looked up to argue with her. My eyes never reached her face though. The room light was bright enough to shine through her white nylon nightdress and I could see up her legs. All the way to the top. She wasn't wearing panties and she had a thin, dark bush with a mysterious slit down the middle.

  I froze. I couldn't look away. All four of them were staring at me while I stared at Connie's bunny. I got a stiffie that poked against the front of my slacks. "Ewwwww!" Brandy caught on first. "The dirty little creep is looking up your skirt!"

  Mayhem ensued. Connie caught on and slapped my face hard. "Creep!" The others attacked me with pillows and shoes as I beat a hasty retreat. That wasn't all I beat that night. I beat myself raw thinking about what I had seen.

  After that I was a lot more ready to be their slave. I even volunteered stuff like stealing Mom's chocolate cake from the kitchen for them, then taking the blame for it. I skulked around them as much as possible. I even took to taking trips to the bathroom three times an hour in the hope of my sister's bedroom door being open and catching another forbidden glimpse of girl.

  They never minded taking advantage of me and I'm sure they knew exactly what I was going through but they never gave anything away in return. At least, not then. By the time I was sixteen, I had shot up a lot and got picked for the school basketball team. I wasn't a muscle-bound lard-ass like the football players. I was kinda rangy but I kept fit by jogging and using the school gym.

  So at sixteen, I was a head taller than all of Brandy's friends and I started going out on dates. Nothing serious. Girls weren't like that in those days. Though if you believed the football jocks every girl they met was a nymphomaniac. But I got my share of girlfriends when out team won the regional inter-school basketball tournament. Even though the best looking ones still went for quarterbacks.

  I was still a virgin. I seemed to attract nice girls who felt safe with me. I was the sort of boy who parents felt secure about taking their daughter to the cinema. So I got to kiss a lot. And one time I got to feel Bethany's boob through her cardigan. And I used to spend a lot of time watching porn on my computer and dreaming.

  The Friday night sleepovers had changed. All of the girls were nineteen and going to the local college. Brandy and Connie were training to be hairdressers. Naomi was doing a qualification in engineering and Heather was training as a programmer. They didn't all come round at the same time so often. But most weeks, one of them would stay over, or my stepsister would stay at their house.

  Quite often I was out until late too. Sometimes on a date, sometimes in the gym training. But when I was there, or when I got back early enough, I still got called to furnish drinks and snacks. Not to paint toe nails again, though. I still jacked off to that memory of Connie's naked bunny but there had been no more demands on my use of a brush.

  It was about a week after my sixteenth birthday. I had nowhere to go that Friday night. Brandy called me in to her room. When I entered the room, feeling a bit surly, I goggled. I had been planning a long session of Tumblr viewing but what I saw was almost as good.

  No, it was better. These were real and three dimensional!

  Both Brandy and Naomi were just wearing bra and panties. I goggled. "Wassup?" Brandy demanded. "Never seen a girl before?" I had, but I had never seen ones like this. Brandy was all grown up. Long blonde hair and a curvy figure like a pin-up model. Naomi had always been my favourite. Her parents had emigrated from Israel and she had tanned skin along with black hair in a bob and bewitching brown eyes. Her lips parted and she blew me a kiss.

  "Be a love and get us some cola and chips," she asked in a husky voice.

  I got. I would have walked over broken glass for Naomi.

  "Do you remember how to do toenails?" she asked when I returned. I nodded dumbly, not knowing where to look. "Would you do mine for me now, Cal? If you do a good job, I'll flash you my boobs!"

  "Naomi! You slut!" Brandy giggled.

  Naomi giggled too. "He'll be jerking off for weeks but I'll get the best nail job ever." I could have jerked off just on the sound of her voice but I knelt down sharply to try and hide my boner. Naomi held her foot out and passed me a bottle of dark red varnish. I shuffled closer and took her small foot in my hand but she wriggled free and rested it on my thigh. I almost came just from the feel of her warmth through my jeans.

  I took the nail varnish and did the first couple of toes like I was painting a Faberge egg. She was talking away to Brandy about some of the guys on the college football team and how their butts looked in those tight pants. I risked a peek upwards. She was wearing matching pale blue, lacy underwear that went well with her olive skin. The panties had ridden up a bit and I realised I could see a few stray black hairs peeking out the sides. But what transfixed me was, she really had a camel toe. I had seen them on Tumblr but here was one right in front of me, covered in tightly stretched blue silk.

  Cripes! This fox didn't know what she was doing to me. I was so hard it hurt
. "Don't take all night!" Naomi complained, breaking the spell. I reluctantly bent back down and did the other three toenails.

  "There you are, my lady," I said in my best slave voice.

  Naomi lifted her leg and looked at the perfect job I had done. "Not bad," she agreed. Then she put her right foot on my thigh. Higher up than the other one had been. The position she was in even widened her legs more. I took as long as I dared, painting a nail, then looking at her quim, lovingly encased in silk. I wished I was her panties, clasping that exciting looking mound. I wished I could get into her panties but that was probably reserved for some hulking Neanderthal off the football team.

  "Not bad, Cal." Naomi and Brandy looked at the finished job. "Now you can do your sister too."

  That was weird. I know she was only my stepsister but I didn't see her as an available figure for fantasies. But when she put her foot on my thigh, I couldn't resist looking. She was wearing black panties and hers were even tighter than Naomi's. And they didn't cover too well. I could see a little bulge of flesh each side of them. Where Naomi had been displaying some straggles of hair, my sister looked totally bald. And the vee went in even deeper. Her panties had got bunched up in there a bit and there was a damp spot on them.

  What was really weird was that I immediately got a full-scale erection. This was my sister! The one who had made my life miserable for years. And I was hard as a rock from looking at her bunny! I shook my head and forced myself to concentrate on her toenails, painting them a pale lilac colour. Then I stood up, ready to leave.

  "Don't you want to see?" Naomi teased me. I had forgotten! "You should show him too, Brandy," she continued. "He did your toes good."

  "He's my bratty kid brother," my sister complained. "And he'll tell everyone in school."

  "He's your step-brother. And if he tells a single living soul he will never see anything ever again!" They argued back and forth a bit but it seemed like Brandy wasn't trying too hard to win. "Now, you get over the other side of the room," she instructed me. "If you try to touch, or if you ever tell anyone, your sex life is toast!"

  I didn't even have a sex life but I wasn't stupid. If I played their game maybe I would get more chances to see them showing their tits. Maybe even their bunnies! My mind was a whirl But I got up against the wall. Both girls were kneeling on the bed facing me. Both girls reached behind themselves and undid their clips while holding their bras in place with their arms. "On the count of three," Naomi said. "One… two… three!"

  I died and went to heaven!

  The bras dropped on the bed, the arms came away and I didn't know where to look first. My eyes bounced from on set of tits to the other like ping-pong balls. Naomi wasn't so big in that department but her breasts were so firm and perky, the nipples pointed upwards. Soft, dark brown nubbins with a large lighter brown circle surrounding them. My sister's though; they looked massive. D cups I later found out, their weight dragging the nipples lower but what nipples. They seemed huge. Red like exotic strawberries poking out from her tits. I wanted to eat them.

  It can only have lasted thirty seconds before they covered up again but it felt like hours. Timeless. I could have stayed there for years. "Ooooo… look at the size of that winkie," Brandy giggled. Naomi didn't say anything, just stared at my groin with a strange expression on her face.

  I blushed furiously and tried to cover my erection with my hands. "Next time you see our boobs, you have to let us see your dickie," Naomi cooed. I blushed even more at the thought. It was so perverted but it excited me. I was going to see their breasts again! "You can go jerk off now," Naomi laughed. For a minute I thought she meant right there in front of them. Then I realised and fled.

  Chapter Two

  It wasn't just those two. Connie was round the following Friday when Brandy summoned me to her room. They were both wearing negligees, Brandy in her favoured black and Connie in a pale green that went well with her long brown hair. I could see the way the garments draped over their chests and no way were they wearing a bra. My sister's nipples were looking like they were trying to poke holes in her nightie.

  "I'm up here, stupid," Connie said sharply.

  OK maybe I had been staring at their tits a bit but they were the ones dressed like that. "You can't blame me for looking. They're beautiful." Not my best line but I was getting flustered. Connie seemed pleased though.

  "You remember when you painted my toes, Cal? You want to do it again?"

  Remember? Remember seeing her naked quim? The subject of innumerable used tissues? "Ok," I tried to sound casual and grown up. My instant erection may have given me away though.

  I think I was down on my knees almost before she sat on the edge of the bed. "That's a good little boy," she handed me the bottle and put her left foot so far up my thigh her toes were touching the hard dick trapped in my pants leg. She knew alright. Wiggling her toes choked off any rejoinder I may have made about being called a little boy. "Do me good," she instructed. I almost came as my imagination ran wild.

  The hem of her nightdress wasn't that short but it seemed to be riding up her thighs as she moved about. Connie stopped wiggling her toes while I painted them but as she withdrew her foot, it rubbed against my boner. Then she put her right foot in my lap, pressing down on my dick. My cock twitched in response but it twitched even more when I looked up. Her nightdress had ridden right up her legs and she wasn't wearing panties again. Her bush was thicker now, dark brown hair above her slit which was bare. Connie's legs parted wider and her peach opened up a bit more.

  "Are you going to paint my toes or cum over them?" she demanded.

  Humiliated again I bent to the task but I still kept sneaking peeks from the corner of my eye. Then a hand covered Connie's quim. My sister's hand. "That will stop you looking at my friend, pervert!" Connie giggled and flexed her toes on my trapped dick but she didn't remove Brandy's hand.

  That night my mind went wild, imagining Brandy and Connie might be lesbians and picturing them groping and kissing each other while I was allowed to watch. I came visualizing Connie sucking on one of my sister's big fat nipples. Then a few minutes later I came again to an image of Brandy spreading Connie's sex lips apart to show me. Why lesbians would involve me, I didn't bother to try and rationalise as I fell asleep.

  Sure enough Heather was there two weeks later and she seemed to be in on the 'torture Cal' routine. She was wearing a brief grey bra and panties set made of something that was almost transparent. I could definitely see her dark nipples as shadows through the material. But no indication of pubic hair. "I need this oil on my back, Cal. Will you help me?"

  She knew the answer to that one and lay down on her tummy before I said a word. Unfastening her bra strap, she moved it aside and just lay there with her head on her arms. Heather's short blonde hair wasn't in the way so I picked up the bottle of oil and squirted some on the middle of her back. "Idiot! You're supposed to warm it with your hands." Brandy was sitting nearby, cross-legged in some sort of yoga position and rocking with laughter.

  So I tried again, squirting oil on my hand and rubbing them together. Heather's skin felt really smooth and warm when I touched it. I spread the liquid all over her shoulders and then down to her waist. Her bottom was jutting up towards me. The panties weren't real big and I could see the top of her ass and the start of the deep cleft between her cheeks. I could even trace it downwards a bit through the thin material. I guess I am a pervert. I wondered what anal sex would be like. I had seen it online and it seemed popular but looked painful.

  Keeping my hands moving even while I looked at her butt, I spread the oil onto her waist, which felt really soft and squeezable. Then working upwards, I realised her breasts were bulging out at the sides where they had been flattened. "That isn't my back!" Heather barked. I thought I'd been really casual and careful, stroking in wider circles until my fingers 'accidentally' ran over those swells of flesh.

  So that was the end of my latest frustrating but irresistible encounter with my sister
and her buddies. I retreated to my room again but with fresh images to fuel my masturbatory routines.

  Chapter Three

  Things went on like that for ages. I got almost weekly glimpses of some part of one of their bodies and sometimes I got to touch somewhere innocuous. I still dated but such events seemed a bit shallow with girls my own age. Brandy and her friends were twenty and far more grown up, to my eye.

  It was strange though. Their attitude gradually changed and it was almost like I was one of their group. They asked my advice on things like clothes and makeup, wanting a guy's take on how well they worked. They asked me about how boys worked. What turned them on and things like that. And they got rather more casual about what I saw, changing clothes in front of me or sprawling on the bed in short nighties.

  Naomi had held me to her word ages ago, exchanging another view of hers and Brandy's tits for a look at my hard-on. "It looks pretty big to me," she remarked to Brandy while I stood against the wall, trying not to spontaneously combust. "Shall we touch it?"