“Oh my, you finally awake this morning?”
Her eyes flit down to look at his bulge, which casts a long shadow up his stomach from the screen’s glow. Her hand is still on his thigh, softly soothing him. Her fingers brush the tented fabric, causing indirect stimulation to shock him with pleasure. The single, flimsy button holding his fly shut is barely hanging on. It leaves two large holes, fastened in the middle of the long flap. One false move, and the head of his dick would slip through into the open air, just like this morning.
“Don’t, please, I’m really embarrassed,” he whispers back, voice tremoring. “I don’t want people to see me like this.”
He tries to reposition his pants to keep decent, and his mind goes blank for a moment from the sudden pleasure as his sensitive dick slides across the taut fabric. His hips jerk involuntarily, and a small section of his glans slips out. Now, the hem of the fly was only half-draped over his hard tip, and he saw the right side of his penis illuminated by the action on screen.
His sister’s hand freezes. She is looking down at his nakedness. Her lips part slightly, and she catches the tip of her tongue between her teeth. She appears dazed. He is too mortified to move. His mouth is suddenly dry. He swallows, tries to speak.
“I-”
She lifts her hand from his leg, and puts a finger to her lips.
She leans in close to his ear, and her breath, cool from the icee she’s been drinking, runs down the side of his neck as her words wash over him. Her hand falls slowly to his leg again and caresses his thigh in a very ‘misplaced’ attempt to soothe his nerves.
“Everything’s alright.” He hears the soft click of saliva on his sister’s lips when she wets them with her tongue before continuing. The sound sends cold goosebumps down his neck. “That woman behind us is wearing less than you. Besides, erections are so common. I’ll bet we passed a dozen of them on our way here from the apartment. Just focus on the movie, OK? It will go away on it’s own.”
Her suggestion to pretend normalcy wafts to his nose on a cloud of sweet cherry scent. She takes another sip of her drink and resumes watching the film.
A passion fights within him. He wants desperately for her to leap upon him, ride his throbbing cock bareback on these fake leather seats. But more than that, he wants not a single soul to lay eyes upon his nakedness.
With iron jaw, he turns to the movie again. His sister keeps him on desire’s tightrope, teetering to one side and then the other for each pull and prod her hand makes on the big-top he’s pitching. He sweats when anyone walks down the aisle in front of him, but thankfully no one is inclined to look the opposite direction of the movie.
He manages to ignore the cruel sexual advances for little more than a minute before one of the main characters sticks his dick in an apple pie. The absurdity sends a hearty laugh down his frame. His dick, still stiff with blood, wobbles about in it’s precarious tent, and to his confused horror, the thin protection slides off his glans fully, and his penis becomes completely revealed.
He gasps and sits up, catching his sister by surprise. The first thing she looks for is his crotch. Catching sight of his exposed manhood, she pounces. Her engagement ring glints as her hand closes around his shaft. The relief of feeling her soft fingers, all their delicate touches and micro movements, shocks him into stillness. With her other hand, she is rummaging through her purse. Apparently unable to find her goal, she hisses a curse word. She looks about keen to see if anyone is watching them.
Everyone else is still laughing uproariously at the movie. The two sexual deviants behind them have gone unnoticed. She feels fairly confident that they will, too.
Her brother’s hand tightens on her wrist. He barely restrains a greedy thought to encourage her hand up and down. At the same time, he can’t bring himself to pull her hand away.
“This isn’t helping,” he manages to say through gritted teeth. His heart is leaping with fear that they’ll be caught, and fear that the sensation will stop.
She pushes his dick forward, like taking an airplane into a nosedive. He goes careening into lust with it. She jostles his dick back into his pants. She hesitates to let go, leans quickly towards him.
“You need to get control of yourself, young man.” She whispers sternly.
He is taken aback. Is he getting in trouble right now? “I- If I had been allowed to put on some other pants, this wouldn’t be happening!” He hisses.
“Don’t blame others for your own actions.” She counters, easily. “I can only think of one way to solve this problem. Your older sister is going to have to take care of everything for you, isn’t she?”
That last question is followed by another quick dive into her bag. This time, she lets go of him to use both hands for digging. If he was uncertain before, he finally realizes his true desires. The loss of his sister’s touch wrenches through him.
He is still pining for her, working up the courage to ask for more, when she pulls a small towel emblazoned with the words “Globo Gym” and a purple viper from out of her purse. The towel drapes over his lap, and he clutches the edge of the seat as she once again maneuvers his cock out of his pants.
“Do not cum on my towel, I need it for spin class this afternoon.” There is clear threat in her voice, while at the same time her fingers tense and pull slowly up from the base of his penis. As if by magic, the feeling of cool, glorious lotion smears along his shaft. She had squirted some into her palm while digging through her purse. The woman is a natural.
He is filled with delight. His thighs tense as he stretches out in the seat. Stimulation rocks down his body. The movie fades away to alien noises and lights as her handjob overtakes his mind. She jerks him slowly, making the towel rise and fall almost imperceptibly. The undeniable chirping and clicking of lotion-caked flesh rubbing together resounds in the split-second silences between lines from the movie.
The sex act is at once limitless and extremely short. He gets lost in the unrelenting touch of his older sister. Her hand subtley twists as it pulls up, then releases tension. On the way down, her skin slides against his, tracing the vein-bumped profile with delicacy. He has no idea that her touch is experienced and capable. He has no other experience to compare it to besides his own hand.
He feels the taut edge of his climax appear. It starts pressing against his restraint. He wants to obey his sister. To not cum on the towel. But removing the thin covering will send his semen flying across the movie theater. He is so pent up, it might even splatter the seats one row down. He cant bring himself to commit to such a lurid display. Paralyzed with indecision, he only taps his sister’s shoulder rapidly.
She flicks off the towel. His dick is so rigid that the skin across the head is pulled tight. It glistens even in the low light. He watches in helpless fascination as she takes the domed plastic lid from her icee cup and holds it like a bowl before his imminent climax. Her palm covers the strawhole from the back.
She pulls his penis downward, pointing into the make-shift cup. She picks up the pace, pulling steadily and quickly along his shaft. Her arm is working vigorously. When a whispered, lust-filled “oooo yeahhhh baby” escapes her lips, he can barely hang on. Yes, sometimes real life is just like a porno.
During this handful of most scandalous and vulnerable moments, they are seen by at least three people. Only one gets up to leave the theater in disgust. The other two are just glad this show has better actors than Mr. Arcade and his wily woman in the nosebleeds. The younger brother doesn’t notice his worst fear coming to life. He is pulled across the precipice of release.
Hips thrust involuntarily. His mind lights off fireworks. The broad cup lid catches all five wild spurts of semen, one by one. His eyes lock onto her every minor movement. Her breasts tremble softly with each cum-soaked jerk. Her fingers form a precious shape, wrapped around him like that. Her nails are movie-star perfect, glinting in the dark.
He is stunned. His sister’s hand continues to milk the last dregs of cum from him. It drips out into the already sizable pool of the lid’s wall. When she is satisfied he is empty, she delicately maneuvers his seed across their laps, and then smoothly dribbles it into her icee cup. He hears the soft plats of his essence as it falls into the melting treat.
He notices how ambidextrous she is while she cleans up. She easily hides his softening cock back in his pajamas with her right hand and clicks the lid into place with her left. She smears the excess lotion from her hand across the front of his pants.
He lets his head fall back into the seat and breathes a huge sigh of relief. The air tastes delicious, and not because it smells of butter and popcorn. He takes one last look around, but sees no quickly averted gazes, nor disgusted stares. His heart calms down as he incorrectly assumes no one caught them. Instead, they had just inspired a couple to fuck in their car after the show.
Throughout the rest of the movie, he can’t help but notice each time his sister takes a long swallow of her now cum-frosted icee. He feels a certain comradery with the character in the movie who manages to seduce his friend’s mother. And even though he is fully satisfied, his penis stiffens once he hears the tell-tale rasping of a straw sucking at the bottom of an empty cup. But by that time, the movie is almost over.
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