“Mum, Andy’s stolen your King Cock and he’s got it in his pants.” Then to my great surprise, Tabatha made a grab for my cock. As much as I might have wished for my sister to touch my cock in recent months, this was not the scenario I had in mind. I pushed her hand away and pushed my cock back into my shorts and stepped off the bar stool to back away from my crazy sister. I looked to Mum for support, but she had a look on her face that did not seem right and she too was staring at my crotch. As I stood there for a moment taking all this in, my erection popped back out of the fly again.
“Andrew Hall! You have no right taking things from my bedside drawer that don’t belong to you! If this is your idea of a joke, it’s not funny!” She was red faced and furious. I was aghast and so bewildered at my Mum that I didn’t even think to put my cock away this time. “Give that to me!” she yelled, pointing at my cock.
“Mum,” Tabatha was saying, but I was turning on my heels and running from this madness.
‘ANDREW!” Mum screamed. I ran faster. Behind me I could hear Tabatha’s voice.
“Mum! I felt it. It was real. It was his.”
I slammed my bedroom door. I couldn’t make sense of what just happened.
A few minutes later, Tabatha knocked on my bedroom door. I didn’t say anything, but she came in anyway.
“Mum said I have to apologise.”
It didn’t sound like it was going to be very heart felt. I didn’t even bother to look up.
“I’m sorry for grabbing your penis. It looked like Mum’s dildo and I didn’t think it could possibly be yours because I saw that little grey thing in the pool and . . . well, I’m sorry.”
“Did you tell Mum that you saw my penis in the pool after you pulled my shorts off?”
“Well, no, not really.”
“Well, you should! Mum obviously thinks I’m a pervert who goes around pulling down girls’ pants and stealing dildos. And Barbara gives me a filthy look every time I see her.”
“Oh, the golden boy’s image is tarnished. Boo hoo! Welcome to my world, little brother. People give me dirty looks and treat me like a slut all the time. And I haven’t done anything to deserve it either. Uncle Alf’s been leering at me for years. He’s even started patting me on the bum. What do you think he would do to me if I had’ve ‘fessed up to a dacking game with my brother?”
“Well, you should have thought of that before you dacked me!”
There was a long pause and Tabatha looked down sheepishly. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right. I’m sorry, Andy.”
“That’s OK,” I conceded. It was good to finally clear the air between us after all these months of resentment. Then it occurred to me, “Mum has a dildo?”
“Yeah, she lets me borrow it sometimes. It’s called a “King Cock” and it looks real and it’s seven and a half . . .” she started to talk excitedly before she caught herself. “Well, let’s just say that there’s no shame in having your penis mistaken for a King Cock.” She gave me a curious look and then left. There was something vaguely familiar about that look.
Mum came past a short time later and apologised too. She didn’t say what for. She was blushing the whole time and it was very awkward. I sort of felt sorry for her. But I was also angry with her, too. She had told me that masturbating was a sin. But she kept a dildo beside her bed and presumably used it. And she loaned it out to my sister! I felt betrayed.
Up until that point, my Mum and her Catholic faith had been my moral compass. I thought I knew what was right and what was wrong. Fantasising about your sister was wrong. Masturbating was wrong. But when you find out that your Mum and your sister have been masturbating with a replica of your cock, it turns things upside down.
As I lay in bed that night, I decided to give my soul over to the devil. I got a bottle of baby oil and a box of tissues from the bathroom. I poured the oil on my cock and started to rub it up and down my shaft. My fingers slipped over the bulging head of my circumcised cock and it felt extra good as they slipped down over the frenulum, so I kept rubbing there. The events of that day seemed to free my imagination and my hands in a way that was not before possible.
It was not lost on me that my Mum and my sister shared a prosthetic penis that was indistinguishable from mine. That my cock was their ideal. I didn’t even have to conjure up any images. Just mulling over that concept while I rubbed my cock made me squirt a single shot of jizz that stretched from my navel to my nipple as I lay naked on my bed.
That first orgasm was a strange one. It was like a single sneeze. It was as if I hadn’t come at all. My cock stayed hard and after I wiped up the mess with a tissue, I kept going.
I thought about how Tabatha had reached over at the breakfast table and grabbed my cock. If only she would do that to me every morning. I squeezed my own cock in the way I wanted Tabatha to squeeze it when she grabbed me. After ten minutes of squeezing, I came again. This one seemed more normal. I squirted about 5 times. But my cock was still hard and I kept going. The oil was drying up and so I added more.
I thought about Tabatha skinny dipping in the pool with me. I remembered for the first time the tingling feeling of her hands against my skin just before she pulled off my shorts. I thought about the towel dancing at the tops of her sexy thighs and the diamond shaped thigh gap, where her thighs seemed to pucker up to her buttocks. After 15 minutes of this, I came again. Only with this third orgasm did I start to feel relief. My balls seemed painfully full before I started. They still felt full, but the ache was gone.
My cock wilted slightly after the third orgasm. But I imagined myself walking up behind Tabatha as she bent over her suitcase in Noosa. I imagined slipping my fingers into that gorgeous diamond shaped opening between her legs and fingering that warm, wet pussy that I had dreamed about. And I imagined fingering her in her sleep that morning in the bunk bed. I got hard again thinking of these things and as I kept rubbing slowly over that sensitive elastic band of skin under the head of my cock, my body tensed and I squirted out another load of cum all over my stomach.
I looked at the clock beside my bed. I had come 4 times in 40 minutes. The sex ed book my mum gave me said that it was rare for men to come more than 3 times in an hour and that if anyone told you they did, they were probably lying. But it seemed to me that it was my mum and her book that withheld the facts.
I could probably have rolled over and gone to sleep at that point. That full feeling in my balls was gone. But my cock still twitched and swelled at my touch. This was all new to him and he liked the attention. He reminded me of his greatest frustration. That unfinished blow job from Tabatha in my dream. I had tried not to think about it for a long time afterwards. I had not wanted to fantasise about my sister. But now I knew that she got off on sticking a latex cock up her pussy that was just like mine. She had told me that people treated her like a slut. She had given me that curious look when she spoke about my cock. It was the same look from my dreams. It was as if her pupils were dilated. It was an intense, lustful look.
Suddenly it no longer seemed wrong to put my cock in my sister’s mouth and it no longer seemed unlikely that she would suck it willingly and wantonly. I wanted to feel her warm wet tongue on my frenulum. That delicate tip of her tongue licking the delicate tip of me.
My cock felt like it was about to explode as I relived that dream of Tabatha sucking my cock while I rubbed myself with baby oil. My body stiffened like a board and there was an almost painful contraction of muscles in the base of my cock. I got quite a shock when a hot squirt of cum landed on my face in the darkness. My facial muscles flinched. The second squirt hit me in the hollow at the base of my neck. The rest squirted on my chest and stomach. There was no lubricating fluid in this final load. It was pure, freshly made semen. It had a strong, floury smell.
Now my cock was sore and my balls ached again. This time from over use. I looked at the clock again. It was less than one hour since my first orgasm. I had come 5 times in an hour.
After I wiped the cum off my face and my body I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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