Spec Delivery for Two French Sister

I was working from home in my apartment when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and a delivery guy stuck a package in my hand, “Here’s your package Mr. Mertz, have a good day.”

Before I could tell him there was no Mr. Mertz and that he had the wrong apartment, he was gone.

The package belonged to my neighbor 3 doors down the hall. I took the package and knocked on Debbie’s door. Just before she answered I saw an eye looking through the peep hole. The door opened slightly, Debbie peeked around, “Hi Brian, what can I do for you?”

“A delivery guy just dropped your parcel off at my place and called me Mr. Mertz, then he took off.”

“Ohhh…” Debbie giggled “Ok, thanks, would you like to come in for a coffee. I’m just making breakfast now, maybe you could have some of that with me too?”

“Sure, I’d loved to, thanks Debbie!” I answered.

I stepped inside with the package and turned around as Debbie closed the door behind me. I handed her the package which she set down on a chair. She gave me a little kiss on the lips then put her arm under mine, “C’mon, lets go get breakfast.”

Debbie’s apartment was small, the living room was barely big enough to fit her sofa and TV. The bedroom door was closed as we turned the corner and headed down a short annex to the kitchen. There was a small table for two on the left. The stove, fridge and the sink were along the wall to the right. The kitchen was little a bit dark as there were no windows to let any daylight in. The bathroom was across from the kitchen with the door open.

I sat down, while Debbie was making breakfast, I could not help but to admire her beautiful thick and curly jet-black hair. Debbie would be the envy of young girls half her age who aspired to be models. She was blessed with beautiful brown eyes, fine cheek bones, a small nose and thin lips. She stood a very petite 5’1 perhaps 100lbs. When I usually see Debbie or talk to her, she is wearing makeup and is extremely attractive for her 40 plus years. For me this was the first time I have ever seen Debbie as she really looks. I could wake up to her lying next to me every morning.

“I hope you like your eggs hard because it’s the only way I can cook them.” She laughed. You can still hear a bit of her French accent even though she left France many years ago as a young teenager.

“I’ll take them anyway they hit the plate.” I joked.

“Well, they just hit the plate hard!”

Debbie turned around with a big ‘I gotcha’ smile on her face and set the two plates down.

As we ate the two of us talked about everything from shopping, politics to sex. Sex, I think was her favorite topic and if ‘Jeopardy’ ever has a category on that, my money is on her.

I push my plate to the side and said, “Thanks Debbie, that was great!”

“You’re not leaving, are you?” she queried.

“No, No, I’m just complementing the chef!”

“Are you seeing anyone Brian?”

“No, how about you Debbie, you should have a train of guys wanting to date Yeşilyurt Escort you.”

Debbie laughed, “No, but if you’re asking me out, I accept!” Suddenly, she gave me this point-blank look; like you better get this hint, or I will kill you look.

“Well, now I guess that means we’re dating?”

She got up, gave me little sneer, grabbed the dishes and put them in the sink. As she came back, she loosened the belt on her robe and it slipped open revealing her tiny breasts, hairy muff and her perky little bubble butt.

“I’d say we’re a little bit past dating, Brian.” She said sternly. “I have tried to get your attention so many times before and I’m tired of being subtle about it.”

“I’m glad you told me; I was a little afraid of scaring you off if I told you my true feelings. So… yeah, I’m not particularly good at subtle, you need to hit me on the head with a 2’x4′ to get my attention sometimes.”

Debbie and I continued to hash out our feelings for one another. Since the first day I met her 6 years ago when I moved into my apartment, I have had feelings for her.

It did not take long before the air was clear and the two of us were back smiling and joking around.

Just then a tall woman walked into the kitchen, fully naked and gave Debbie a kiss. The woman smiled at me and waved.

Debbie chimed in with a big playful smile, “Brian, I want you to meet my baby sister Colette. She just got in from Paris around two o’clock this morning. She’s the reason why I’m having this late breakfast.”

Collette leaned over and gave me a bear hug and a kiss, “Debora, tell me lots about you, hope we can be close friends.”

Colette stood between us in front of the table speaking to Debbie in French. Debbie was now sitting sideways in her chair with her legs crossed, hands on her lap and back facing the wall. As the two talked, out of habit, I think, Debbie would often rub her baseball size tits repeatedly and squeeze her nipples. Colette’s thing seemed to be running her hand over her smooth hairless pussy.

Colette was tall and slender, maybe 5’8 or 5’9 and had straight brown shoulder length hair. She was not blessed with fine bones like her sister. She was built like a thoroughbred with strong bones and a skinny athletic body.

The two girls continued talking as Colette took a quick shower with the shower curtain open. Neither girls cared if I saw them naked.

“Colette is getting ready for a job interview later today, so I’m hoping that she gets the job and moves here.

I asked, “Does she have kids or married.”

“No, she doesn’t have kids and her fiancée got cold feet a week before the wedding.” Debbie griped.

Colette stepped out of the shower and toweled herself off, checked her make-up and came back into the kitchen. The two spoke briefly then Debbie handed Colette her robe as she left the room.

Debbie sat there with one arm resting on the table, the other on her lap. She seemed like Escort Yeşilyurt she was a million miles away. I reached out and placed my hand over Debbie’s. She smiled, I slowly stood up and pulled her to her feet. She knew exactly what was about to happen. I pulled her tiny frame closer to me, put my arms around her tiny waist. For the moment I just wanted to hold her and feel her in my arms. She stared at me, like she was studying every feature in my face. We kissed, little kisses first which led to bigger kisses.

Debbie unfastened my belt and slid my pants down as I pulled my polo shirt off. She got on her knees and took my man-meat into her soft, perfectly manicured hands where she worked it. Then like a hungry animal she devoured my cock into her mouth. Debbie looked up smiling as it grew bigger from her nurturing. She knew exactly what she was doing. I closed my eyes and enjoyed letting her do whatever she wanted.

Colette came into the kitchen ready to leave for her job interview wearing a white blouse, black knee length skirt, a shiny black belt and a jacket. Her hair was tied up, makeup was perfectly done, she smelled nice, looked attractive and younger than her 41 years. She quickly squatted down. Debbie pulled my cock from her mouth leaned over and kissed her sister for luck. Colette stood up, placed her arm and hand around my lower back and placed her lips on mine, her tongue met mine. She gave me a bit of a preview of what is to come later. Colette threw her bag over her shoulder, walked out while speaking French.

Debbie got up, leaned her tiny body over the counter and with her hands she pulled her ass cheeks apart in anticipation of my now hardened penis. At first, I rubbed her clit with my cock teasing her, not because I wanted to arouse her, it was because I needed to feel her wet, dripping pussy juices on my cock. I also made sure as I rubbed Debbie’s pussy to get some on my fingers so I could taste her nectar. I slowly plunged my 8″ tool into her tiny dime size hole. I pounded her hard and she took it like a champ. Still she wanted it harder, she pounded back just as hard mirroring my rhythm. I could feel the muscles on her body and in her in her pussy tighten when she had an orgasm.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bedroom where she fell on her back with her legs wide open inviting me in. I put my shaft back into her love tunnel, then rested my 165lb body on Debbie all the while kissing her neck and her mouth. Her fingernails dug hard into my flesh and at one point I almost stopped fucking her because it caused so much pain. Finally, I shot my load deep into her pussy. I collapsed and Debbie released her boa constrictor hold on me. Then we rolled over.

After we caught our breath, I asked Debbie what Colette said on her way out.

Debbie answered, “She said, save some of that for me when I get back.”

“I hope it’s long interview!”

We fell asleep almost immediately after that. I woke up a little more Yeşilyurt Escort Bayan than an hour later with Debbie’s forehead pressed against mine. Suddenly, I had the urge to piss.

I stood with my eyes wide shut over the toilet. I heard Debbie walk in, I looked back at her wearing her open robe. She stood there with her hips against the vanity and watch as my yellow piss started to flow. When I was done, she bent over and cleaned my penis with her mouth. Debbie stood upright, placed the toilet seat down, removed her robe and sat down. She reached up for my hand and peered into my eyes. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of pee hitting the bowl. I watched her golden torrent between her legs. When she was done, I reciprocated her good deed from before by licking her clit.

We went back to the bed, sat up against the headboards where we laughed, talked and touched. Colette came back from her interview and we were eager to learn what happened. With a smile and speaking broken english, “I have talk again Friday with boss.”

I raised my fist for a fist punch while Colette unbuttoned her blouse and let it drop on the floor. She stepped around from the foot of the bed towards the side where she punched my fist and laughed. She loosened her bra strap and her small boobs sagged. I found them attractive. She slipped out of her skirt and threw them up on a dresser, then dropped her panties on the floor. Colette crawled over me, purposely rubbing herself on my cock as she settled between Debbie and me. The three of us sat there totally naked while she talked partly, in French and what she could in English, about her interview.

Colette turned her head towards her sister and the two embraced each other and kissed passionately. I watched with awe as the two siblings made love.

This was by far beyond any fantasy I have ever had with Debbie.

After a bit Colette reached over grabbed my head and pulled me to where I could join them. Our tongues darted in and out, twirled and teased. I groped and slapped Colette’s tiny little ass. Then I stood on the bed as Colette moved into doggie on her knees, I looked at that beautiful hole while beating my cock. Seconds later, I shoved it into her. The two siblings continued kissing, not missing a beat.

I watched as Colette laid on her back and spread her legs. Debbie rubbed some Vaseline on her hand then mine. She motioned for me to get on my knees next to her. Then she slowly inserted her hand into Colette’s vagina, up to her wrist. Debbie worked her wrist in and out for several minutes. I could see Colette was totally into it. Debbie pulled her hand out and guided my hand in. It felt a bit like a wrapping your hand with a warm, wet towel from the washing machine.

If Debbie thought I was going too fast or too hard she elbowed me. I don’t think I will ever forget me fisting her sister.

Then Debbie laid down with her legs spread, Colette with much more experience slowly shoved her hand up Deb’s anus. She continued for some time and Debbie was flat out enjoying it. I straddled Debbie while facing Colette, I shot my load on her fist as she fucked Debbie’s ass.

The three of us were done we laid in the bed for what felt like eternity. I was in the center and the two girls cuddled up to me and we were off on a direct flight to dreamland.