“Mmmmhhhh,” he growled in my ear.
I kissed down the side of his neck, taking my time.
Lucus, extrapolating the probable trajectory of my lips, put a warm strong hand on the back of my neck and gently nudged down.
I put up some token resistance, not wanting to be hurried. He pushed a bit more firmly as my kisses trailed over his collar bone. I let him think he was in control until my mouth reached his right nipple. And nibbled and bit down, perhaps harder than strictly necessary, but one mustn’t let the help get away with insubordination.
“Aaaahhh!”
My mom turned the radio off. “Uhhh… everything OK back there?”
I didn’t answer, my mouth being otherwise occupied giving Lucus’ areola a semi-apologetic lick, circling his hard nipple then wrapping my lips around it as if it was a tiny little cock.
Promising him a reward if he let me take the lead.
“Urrrhhh… it’s OK, mom,” my brother said, his voice husky and a bit strained as my lips worked their magic.
“If you’re doing what I think you’re doing… you don’t have to be quiet on my behalf.”
“Ummm… thanks?”
“You can even be kinda loud. If you want.”
Holy crap. Is she —
I took my mouth off my brother’s nipple. “Are you… you know?”
“Touching yourself?” Lucus said brightly, ever the fucking diplomat.
The SUV began slowly weaving in the lane.
“Great,” I said. “She’s lost her will to live again.”
Lucus put his hand on the back of my neck and oh so cautiously gave a symbolic nudge. “Keep kissing,” he said, a bit too loud. “You know…” He paused “Down. To my large –”
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up!” I said.
“I apologize, Ciara,” mom said. “I should have done something about his poor impulse control YEARS ago. But now he’s too big to spank.”
That kinda hung in the air a bit.
“Mom. Phrasing?”
“I’d be kinda into it,” Lucus said.
Fuck’s sake, I thought. I bit his other nipple. Just enough to make you mad.
“Ow!”
“Don’t be a widdle baby. You deserved that.”
I kissed down Lucus’ six-pack abs, then stopped, my lips hovering just above his swollen reddish purple mushroom head, blowing warm air over it. Inhaling the intoxicating musk evaporating off his skin down there.
Oooooohhhhhh. Smells SO good.
Lucus gingerly put his hand again on the back of my neck, obviously wary about the recently deployed weaponry of my teeth near his manly flesh. Not pushing, just resting it lightly… suggestively… trying not to get another warning nip. The top of his hand slowly brushed against my curly hair above the nape of his neck while he gently kneaded my skin there, trying to coax me southward to * his * curly hair.
I waited… Waited… Waited… making sure he was a good boy who knew who was in charge here — all those years of training our family dog turning out to be almost directly applicable to training a different semi-wild beast. I mean, BJs instead of kibble, but the same principle.
Having made my point, I kissed the tip of his cock.
He groaned.
I lowered my lips so his smaller and more impetuous head was enveloped in the pillowy softness of my luscious lips. Full, sensuous lips made for enticing and then pleasing a man. Reveling in the warmth and soft flesh covering his stiffness, the taste of precum, the faint pulse and echo of his heartbeat as the blood kept pouring into his shaft, keeping it rigidly erect.
Then I rapidly flicked my tongue against the sensitive underside of his cockhead.
He moaned. “Ohmyfuckinggod, yes, sis! Like that. Please don’t stop.”
The SUV briefly weaved, then straightened out.
Good thing we have dark windows on this SUV, I thought, slowly sliding my lips down his shaft. Seeking out the deliciously musky scent of his lust, as it grew stronger, my nose approaching the base. I let some accumulated spit trickle out as lubricant, as my fist enveloped the lower half of his long thick shaft, twisting my hand as I bobbed down then up again, my tongue slithering around and curling up at the edges.
“Fuck. FUCK! I’m gonna cum!”
I stopped. Waiting.
Lucus rapidly figured out that whole consent thing that he was spectacularly bad about sometimes. “Can I cum in your mouth, li’l sis? Pleasepleaseplease?”
I nodded my approval, in the sense of resuming my lips’ loving embrace as I plunged up and down, using my fist curled around his shaft as a backstop so he wouldn’t be tempted to try and push such a long thick pole all the way inside, deep into my throat. One of the few downsides to him being so generously endowed. Peniswise. I mean, obviously not thinkingwise.
“Oh, fuuuck, I’m cumming! AAAAHH! AH! AH!”
Pulses of hot, salty, and slightly sweet cum with just a touch of bitterness shot into my mouth. I momentarily shut my eyes, the better to feel the scent and taste and touch of his pulsing cock giving me his sticky seed. Then I reopened my eyelids and gazed into his eyes, swallowing for him, watching the intimacy of this loving gesture turn him on. And wanting to take his essence into my body and own it. To make him mine.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his eyes and voice sincere.
My heart hammered with joy, an almost orgasmic flood of lovely chemicals in my head at this compliment. At being desired so much, utterly happy in that endless moment, wanting to give him anything — everything — to bring him bliss.
His orgasm was winding down, but his pulsing cock still gave me a few more ropes of cum to swallow for him, an impressive volume despite his earlier orgasm, the casual virility of youth.
When he finished, I gave his softening shaft a few more licks, our eyes still in loving contact.
He was sweaty and panting from the exertion, the phermones of his sexy scent filling the car, his eyes drooping with postcum sleepiness, but trying to stay awake for me.
I sat up, and snuggled my ripe curves against him. “Go to sleep, baby. It’s OK.”
He leaned back while scooting his butt forward, relaxing and laying into me, his head against my bare chest. His light brown hair tickled my cheek as I leaned down and kissed his forehead, leaving a trace of lipstick and his cum there.
I heard Aleja in the seat in front of me breathing a bit harder than usual, a touch of the scent of her arousal in the air.
I reached over the seatback and squeezed her shoulder. Silently thanking her for not killing us in a fiery overly dramatic crash, despite being immensely distracted by the growing heavy traffic in the northern suburbs of Austin.
She briefly touched my hand and squeezed it — showing her acceptance, or perhaps even thanks, for the backseat festivities — for turning her on with the sounds and scents of the loving blowjob I’d just given her son. Then she put her hand back on the wheel, concentrating on keeping her and her precious cargo alive in the frenzied racecar pace of big city traffic.
***
Lucus woke up a bit later from his sexnap. We pulled our clothes back on, and then bickered and teased and talked about random stuff, as Aleja maneuvered past the downtown Austin skyscrapers to the right of I-35, then southwest into the hill country. Eventually we turned into our housing development.
“Slow down,” I said. “Watch for deer. Hit ’em head on, those quick little bastards can wreck even a tank like this SUV.”
“‘I know how to drive,” Aleja said. “But thanks for the unsolicited advice.”
About a mile later, Aleja turned off the pavement and slowly entered the fire road into the greenbelt behind our house, which doubled as a rarely used hiking trail. The greenbelt was a patchwork of grassy areas and trees, mostly Ashe Juniper evergreens with a smattering of live oaks, all growing wild.
“Where you going, mom?”
“You’ll see.”
Halfway down the trail, she turned off the gravel onto the footpath leading to our house, slowly maneuvering around rocks and prickly pear cactus. A hundred yards or so off the trail, she turned off the truck’s engine in a screen of trees behind our large back yard. Our house was visible through the leaves from two huge sprawling live oaks with branches almost touching the ground, and then the bars of the tall black wrought iron back fence that kept out deer.
We all got out of the SUV. Mom walked along the trail toward the back gate. Lucus and I looked each other, then followed.
“Uh, mom, why are we entering through the back door?” Lucus said.
“Phrasing?” I said.
“You wish I would do anal.”
Hmmm….. I thought. Careful what you wish for, big guy.
“Hush,” Aleja said. She opened the back gate, and handed her cell phone to me. “Lawyer said to start filming soon as we entered the property. Insisted on it being a surprise visit.”
Lucus looked at me with raised eyebrows. I shrugged, turned on the video.
We walked along a flagstone path, approaching the two story tall back porch. I looked to the left into the master bedroom.
“Fuuuuuck,” Lucus whispered.
Oh. My. God. I thought.
I turned off the flagstone path, walked quietly up to one of the windows looking into the master.
Filmed my dad fucking some skinny blonde doggystyle. Spanking her tight little arse.
“Gonna have to bleach my eyeballs after this,” Lucus said.
“Shhhh,” Aleja said, quietly unlocking the back door and easing it open.
We tiptoed inside, heading left through the two story high living room toward the master bedroom, hearing the sound of fucking grow louder. I kept filming this impromptu wildlife documentary.
The bedroom door was open.
Cody slapped the skank’s reddened ass. She looked like she was at most in her early 20s, and was pretty much the physical opposite of Aleja. Like Cody had gone to some effort to find a shiny new fucktoy in an entirely different model. “Are you my bitch?”
“I’m your bitch, daddy. Fuck me hard.”
“You want my hot cum in your slutty little ass?”
Hunh, I thought. Anal. Looks sorta painful and humiliating. Maybe that’s the point? ‘Cept the skank seems to be loving it.
Lucus had his cell phone out, snapping some pics, I guess for independent documentation. Or because he was a pervert. But, you know, in a good way.
I kept filming. “Hell of a lawyer you’ve got, mom,” I whispered, as the self-admitted bitch begged for my dad’s ‘hot cum’.
Aleja cleared her throat. Loudly.
The… loving… couple’s heads whipped around. My dad’s eyes went wide. “It’s not what it looks like… honey?”
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