My Dirty Summer

Purely fictional. All characters are 18 and above.

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Being in a position of vulnerability can be a high on its own. However, it didn’t hurt to be a little tipsy as well. Hesitantly putting my glass down on the wooden table, my mind conveniently started to drift, as though picturing my elder sister killing me for leaving a ring on her expensive furniture would take me away from this place. It would’ve left me a lot less guilty had I not been standing in front of her husband.

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Fresh out of school, I’d decided to take a year off to backpack across Europe. 3 months out of school and I still hadn’t made enough money. With little support from my parents, I decided to spend a few months with my sister, Cathy, before I could figure out what to do with the remainder of the year. Ever looking for an excuse to hang out with her little sister, she was more than thrilled to hear the news. The only glitch was that I didn’t get along too well with her husband, Kevin.

Standing outside their front door, I wasn’t too happy to see that it wasn’t my sister who had come to greet me, but my estranged brother-in-law standing there in a tattered vest and his boxers. Had I not known who he was, I swear I’d have taken him for some homeless guy that my sister had decided to take pity on.

‘Hey…uh…come in’, he said, sounding rather disappointed to see me.

‘Hey Kevin!’ came my reply as I walked in without waiting for an invitation. ‘Where’s Cathy?’

‘She’s umm…gone to the store for some supplies.’ There was something about him that made me want to pity him. Not that I wanted to. Dishevelled and with a 3-day old stubble, I was starting to think he was really unhappy, making me begin to wonder if things were okay between the two of them.

‘You sound…a bit under the weather. All okay?’ I asked, realising that this was the most I’d ever conversed with him. For some reason, other than the fact that they’d lives nearly 900 miles away before moving to my city a couple of months ago, I hadn’t really gotten to know him that well. Other than the pleasant smiles and the 2-line customary exchange, we hadn’t really gotten to know each other that well.

‘Umm, yeah. I’m alright’ he replied, sounding like he was being confronted. ‘Let me help you with your bags. Cathy’s already tidied up your room. She’s pretty excited about you coming over.’

Why he was giving me these weird vibes, I wouldn’t find out until barely 2 days later when Cathy headed out for work, leaving her free-lancing business consultant of a husband as well as her little sister with the house to themselves. Not that they’d get in each other’s way. I loved the fact that Kevin would spend most of his time in his study, coming out perhaps no more than once every few hours to get something from the kitchen or their room.

Finally getting out of bed, I’d staggered down to the kitchen to fix myself a strong cup of coffee when I heard what sounded like a woman moaning. Realising it was coming from Kevin’s study, I found myself standing in front of the door, my ear plugged to the door as I sipped my coffee, making sure not to let the slurping get in the way.

There were a few seconds of silence before the moaning resumed, causing me to wonder who could be in there with him considering the fact that I knew Cathy had already left. Wanting to get a better view, I remembered that spot in the backyard that would give me a clear view of the inside of the room.

‘That cheating bastard!’ was the first thought that hit me. Based on my knowledge of her previous relationships, I knew she didn’t like cock so much. Nonetheless, this was no excuse for him to be cheating behind his wife’s back. But the moment I carefully peeked into the window, my hatred of him turned to absolute pity.

Buck naked, Kevin was leaning back in his chair, staring at the screen. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust before I noticed that his right hand was far from idle, the elbow almost resting on his spread out right thigh.

On the screen was this barely-legal, buxom porn-star, her legs spread wide as her co-star slowly fed her tight vagina his monster cock. Upon noticing the girth, something that would definitely tear me apart, my eyes quickly returned to the subject of my interest. From that angle, I could barely see the head of his cock popping out between his thighs, his right fist blurring it as it pumped it furiously.

My timing couldn’t have been better as, within minutes, the pumping got more furious, his head now leaning back. Seconds later, I saw thick loads of cum spurt out of the head one after another, some of it landing on the black keyboard, some on his right thigh. The pumping slowed to deliberate strokes as he came down from his orgasm, the on-screen entertainment now out of sync with his actions.

Not wanting to get caught in case he turned around, I made my way back to the kitchen, quickly grabbing my cup and taking a seat on the bar stool at the counter. From where I was sitting, I was now facing his study, noticing some movement based on the shadows under the door. Barely a minute after I’d sat down with my coffee, I could hear the latch being undone before the opened. Kevin looked rather surprised to see me there.

Standing there in his now-standard uniform – boxers and a tee shirt – he appeared a little embarrassed, remembering what he’d just done with me barely a few feet away. His eyes locking with mine, his right hand instinctively went down to cover what he thought I’d just noticed: his semi erect member still forming a tent in his shorts. I even noticed a small wet spot from what was probably the residual cum from his little wanking session.

‘Hey Sam! Uh…you’re up early.’ He was trying hard to distract me from looking at his crotch any longer.

‘Well, I thought I heard some weird noises at first. I must’ve been dreaming’ I replied with a sly smile, making him blush before he made his way to the fridge. Having witnessed that show, I felt I now had the upper hand.

Back in my room, I found myself quite horny as I lay in bed meddling with my phone. My mind quickly drifted to Ryan, my on-and-off boyfriend who I’m sure was cheating on me since he wasn’t get much from me in the below-the-belt region. Letting my hand slip under my pyjama bottoms, I was soon reminiscing about the times we made out, especially the last time when I snuck him into my parents’ house after a night out.

After 18 years of teasing guys, I was still a virgin. While most of the other girls in my class were busy bragging about ‘the awesome sex’ they had, I was far from comfortable with myself. I was starting to feel bad for Ryan, for whom every make-out session was a lesson in denial. That night, I was ready to let me take my pants off, to go all the way even until I remembered that I hadn’t trimmed my fur down there.

As always, Ryan made an act of not realising that I wasn’t comfortable going fast as he tried to undo my belt buckle. Swatting his hand away, I decided to restrain him with my usual tactic: a quick handjob. Quickly unzipping his bursting bulge, I pulled out his not-so-impressive hard on and proceeded to pump the little head. With him kneeling above me as I lay down, I got a worm’s eye view of his package as he slid his jeans down to let out more of his little prick.

Knowing he was close, I quickly cupped my other palm under the head, not wanting to let any of it get on the linen or my clothes. Seconds later, he was filling up my palm with his thick, gooey load as my hand continued to squish the tip, squeezing out everything there was left inside him. It was the least I could do for someone who didn’t deserve to be teased and denied for so long.

The knock on my door pulled me out of my dreamland. Yanking my hand out of my pants, I got up to open the door to see Kevin standing there with the cordless phone stretched out towards me.

‘Cathy’s on the phone. Wants to ask you something’ he said, handing me the phone. Without thinking, I reached up to take it from him, my still-moist hand making contact with his fingers before the phone was in my hand. He had that oh-you-were-doing-that look on his face as he looked at the moisture that was now transferred to his hand.

Standing there, waiting for me to finish, he pretended to meddle with his phone as I talked to my sister. Hanging up, I handed it back to him.

‘Looks like Cathy won’t be home until after midnight again. What would you like to eat for dinner?’ I could tell he was still not very comfortable being around me while Cathy wasn’t home.

‘I’m okay with anything. Pizza would definitely be nice.’ I wanted nothing more to be left alone.

Much of that day had passed with me lazing around in bed. I was still horny as fuck in spite of having brought myself to orgasm twice already. The room reeked of my sex and I opened the windows to let in some fresh air. My mind raced back to that morning when I caught Kevin smelling his hand as he pretended to wipe his nose. He knew what I’d been up to and it put me in the same position he was in after I’d watched him play with himself.

A nice hot shower later, I was down in the backyard sipping on the long island ice tea Kevin had so kindly fixed for me. After much awkward shuffling around inside the house, he resolved to join me, bringing a bottle of beer with him as he sat down beside me on the garden chair.

‘I’m sorry to hear Europe didn’t work out. I wish I could’ve helped’ he said, finally breaking the silence.

‘That’s really sweet of you. I’m sure I can find a something to do for the rest of the year’ came my reply. ‘Besides, I wouldn’t have been too happy leaving my boyfriend behind.

‘Oh, Ryan and you are still together?’

‘Um, you know about Ryan?’ I was quite taken aback.

‘Yeah, Cathy had mentioned something about him a while ago’

‘Is that so? I wonder what else she tells you about me’ I replied, suddenly realising that I’d thought out loud.

‘Well, a lot of things’ he replied, finally smiling, albeit with an evil one. I was now mad at my sister whom I’d trusted with all my secrets. As if reading my mind, he continued ‘Look, it’s totally fine. There’s no need to rush into things. You have your whole life ahead of you’.