Literotic asexstories – Frosted Cherry Icee by Glass_Dick,Glass_Dick
Footsteps grow louder outside the door, which then swings open. A woman has already crossed half the span of the clothing-littered floor. Her nose crinkles a bit as she draws in the room’s stale scent. She reaches the black-out curtains and tosses them open.
Daylight cuts through the gloom. She casts a long shadow, and places her hands on her hips to appreciate the view. Hazel eyes are caught in the light. The left iris is cut with a jagged green streak. Over this first month of summer, freckles have sprouted across her cheeks and shoulders.
When no groans of objection are heard, she looks down at the living glob of laziness that has taken residence in her apartment. There is a smug apathy in the way she holds herself that suggests she’s grown accustomed to this very sight. Accustomed and impatient, too. With a tug, the protective comforter is ripped away. At last her brother is revealed, curled up fetal position. His softly shut eyes instantly clinch tight, and the whine she’d been waiting for finally elicits.
“Mooooommmmmm!” the word dies behind a pillow that he’s smashed across his own face.
“I’m not your mother, idiot.” Even though you sure are making me act like one, she thinks. “Get dressed, I’m taking you to a matinee.”
There is a long silence. The woman has no patience for his weakness. She wraps her cold fingers around her brother’s ankle. He instantly recoils.
He yelps out an ‘ok!’
She crosses her arms, almost amused. He hasn’t moved an inch.
“Now, you little shit.”
The most dramatic sigh is followed by an oscar-winning display of exhaustion as her deadbeat brother levers himself up and out of bed.
He squints at her from beneath a flurry of dark brown hair, streaked with expensive bleached highlights. She hates how hot he looks, and how much of her food he eats, and how few hours he works at his shit job.
He has the audacity to gesture for her to ‘get the fuck out of my room, please.’
Her head tilts to the side slightly, arms still crossed. She shakes it, predator eyes never leaving his bare chest.
Not on your life.
“Get dressed,” she orders.
The young man tosses his head back in exasperation, but is obedient. He removes his sweatpants and boxers, becoming fully naked before his own sister. She drinks in the sight of his back and buttocks as he bends over his dresser, reaching deep to the back of the nearly empty drawer for a fresh pair of boxers and socks. No way in hell has she been doing his laundry.
The woman pulls her eyes away at last, and searches the floor for something to make him wear. Their relationship has not always been thus: He the toy, and her the wanton player. But the seeds of it were planted when they were young, and try as she might to avoid it, her brother is too much of a waste. She has to domineer him to get anything done. Is she such a bad person if she’s found her own twisted pleasure in it?
She spots a pair of piled up pajama pants in blue plaid. She checks them over for cum stains, and to make sure they have a button fly.
“No underwear today,” she says, holding out the pants. “Put these on. You can pick your shirt.”
Her brother has just turned around with a roll of fresh boxers. He drops them back in the drawer.
After he’s finished dressing she kisses him on the mouth, long and sensuous. She has to be sure he’ll struggle to hide his embarrassment, today. Her fingers, manicured to cream-dipped points, play across his hips and lower back.
When she finally pulls away, she looks down at his crotch. His penis is prominent. Through the thin fabric, the perfect silhouette of it’s bell-curved head can be seen. She pulls the fabric to the side less than an inch, and his penis springs out into open air, through the fly. She is delighted by the precariousness of his modesty. His hands have grabbed onto her hips to steady himself. She instinctively rips them away.
“Your breath stinks. Brush your teeth and meet me in the car.”
She says this while walking out of his room.
The young man twists his waistband about, and manages to slip his stiffened cock inside them. He stomps over to the bathroom, unable to keep from nursing the erection through his pants.
He feels annoyed at being so rudely awakened. Looking into the bathroom mirror, though, his sour mood is slowly eclipsed by the guilt of whiling his summer away in his room. Well, it wasn’t even his room. It was his sister’s spare bedroom/study he’d overtaken. He can still remember the night he’d dropped his twin size mattress into the corner. He can see dark circles under his eyes from the long nights in front of a screen. The pale cast of his skin, unlike the freckle-dusted tan of his sister, is a testament to his hermitage.
Though her imperiousness is frustrating, part of him thrills in the loss of control. He is addicted to the shameful boners and compromising situations she gets him into for the same reasons that he is currently flunking out of college and failing to cover his half of rent in his sibling’s apartment. It feels so much better to not have the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. Let someone else drive–even if it’s off a cliff. The trade off is worth it. He is his sister’s fuck toy. Her pathetic sex slave.
He was one of the lucky ones, all things considered. Thanks to the unfiltered half-bullying that comes out of every middle-school boys mouth, he learned quite early on that his older sister is hot.
Seven years ago, once he’d hit puberty at thirteen, he came to agree with that observation. She is five years older than him, which meant by the time his dick knew up from down, his sister’s breasts had established their prominence upon her chest. From that point on, it had waged war against the curving fortitude of her widening ass.
His uncouth attraction to her happened for a few reasons. Though he can see a lot of himself in her appearance, he’s gotten more of his looks from his father’s Japanese heritage than she. Thus, when he sees her strikingly different lips wrap around any long food, such as a curving banana or melting popcicle, he imagines something different from most brothers.
On top of that, he’s just an exceptionally horny little shit.
A car horn blares from the street below. He hears his sister’s voice yelling. All the words are lost in the roar of city life, but the message is clear. Hurry up, god damn it. He sighs, and finishes dressing. The clothes barely cover him. He still has a chub when he’s locking the door, and praying no one sees him.
On the drive, she only stops ignoring him to belittle him. She drops blatant insults about his inability to do most things–including succeed, or pay his measly bills. At a stop light, she forces him to reveal his dick. At first he resists, and so she grabs and pulls his hair until he complies. Once it’s out, flaccid and pathetic upon his lap, she ignores him again. He is too intimidated to try and hide it again. When they arrive at the theater, he manages to slip it back inside his pants while getting out of the car. She does not comment.
The theater is quiet, with only a few folks– mostly older, the young man notices– milling around in the lobby. The overpriced buckhunting arcade game in the mostly barren video arcade side is currently being dominated by a portly old man.
His sister buys them tickets for a comedy movie he’s been hoping to see called American Pie. Surprised by this unselfish behavior, he thanks her. She answers only with a smile.
He is barely dressed. He has to hover one hand constantly over the flap of his pants, with as much nonchalance as he can muster, to prevent any accidental tip slips. She, on the other hand, is done up like a ‘rich bitch’. Perfect makeup with wing-tipped eyeliner, died-red hair tied back in a neat pony, and her 147 pound figure shaped into knockout-curves by a pair of black-camo exercise leggings and a dark green full coverage sports-bra. If anyone were to guess their relationship, they might be mistaken: a try-hard mother taking her unenthused son out on a “Sun-date”; or maybe a rebellious daughter sticking it to her parentals by dating a slob.
She purchases a large cherry icee and hands it to him before they go to auditorium 3. They are both soon sitting in one of the greatest chairs ever invented: a motorized reclining couch with dual cupholders. Melting into the supple seating and taking a sip from the sweet beverage, he becomes suspicious. Too many comfortable, pleasant things are happening. Before he can get his guard up, though, his sister steals the icee from out of his hand, and puts it on her side of the love seat.
The first 30 minutes of the movie goes smoothly. Though the jokes are raunchy, he is not perturbed to be watching this with his sister. Her hand grabs his thigh and shakes it.
He leans over and hisses “What?”
“Look behind you.” She whispers back. They catch eyes for a moment. She flicks her chin towards the back of the theater.
He cranes his neck to see. His eyes go wide.
The big-game buck hunter is wrist deep in his wife’s pants. Her breasts are naked, and she’s got her eyes closed, biting her lip to hold in the moans. There are more rolls of fat and wrinkles than he’d prefer to have known about. Though he thought the hunter elderly, apparently he is lively enough to get randy at the movies. The young man’s eyes are silver dollars as he turns back to the silver screen.
His sister is at his ear. His nose brushes hers as he turns. He is a twitch away from her balm-sticky lips. The movie glints in the corner of her eye. ‘God,’ he thinks, ‘she’s so beautiful.’
“They’ve been at it since the lights went out. I saw them kissing at first. Guess who’s idea it was to take their clothes off?”
He pointedly ignores the question while settling back into his seat.
“It was the woman’s, of course.”
The suggestion comes out as a purr. She places a confident hand on his thigh again, and starts to trace her fingers in long circles. Goosebumps spark in the wake of her touch. Her whispered secret has aroused his senses. The sight of raw lust behind him has gotten his mind onto sex. And now his sister’s calculated touch goads a rush of blood to his manhood. It is a velvet agony in it’s slow and steady rise.
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