Mom had already gone to bed, but I was still searching the internet when Jen got home at 10:30. “Hey Russ,” she said tiredly opening her door to her room across the hall from mine.
“Oh, hey Jen. Can you do me a favor?” I asked quickly.
“Love to,” she replied a bit too chipperly. “What’s up?” she asked as she came into my room. She was obviously tired and a bit sweaty from cheering all night, and still in her cheer uniform, but smiled innocently enough.
“Well…” I said as I closed my door behind her, trying to think of how to tell her about Jake.
“Oh…” she smiled devilishly and sad back on my bed and crossed her legs. “Does my little brother want a nightcap?”
“What?” I blinked in confusion.
She smiled deviously and pulled her top over her head exposing her nice red bra that pushed her full tits out at me. I was stuck staring at them as if I’d not seen tits before when she finished getting it off and put her hands behind her back to remove the bra by the time I got my senses back. “Oh… no, no, no!”
“No?” she kept her bra on and arched her eyebrow. Then she leaned forward to touch my crotch, and smiled, “I don’t think he’s saying no.”
She had me there. My dick liked the eye candy and had already started responding. I’d had so much sex the last few days I’d not bothered to jerk of at all today, so was roaring and ready to go. But this was still my sister and I needed to tell her something about Jake. “True, but I need something else first.”
She smiled at me and started undoing my pants, but I kept talking. “See, Jake thinks your blackmailing me to be you and your friends slave.” Once opened she grabbed my dick firmly and poked it out through my underwear.
I groaned as she stroked me to fullness, but babbled on. “So, what I want, is for you to take some compromising photos of me, then tomorrow night go to the top of Park Hill…”
I had to stop talking once she went down on me. She mouth squeezed around my cock and all I could do was groan for a few minutes as she sucked me up and down. Eventually I mumbled on, “At the top of Park Hill… as if you were… going to hook up with Chad… but Jake will be hiding in the bushes.”
Then my world was spinning. Not that I was coming, but she pulled me down onto my bed with me flat on my back. I’d had my eyes closed, trying to concentrate, but with all my blood in my cock I was dizzy from being swung around and didn’t see rightly what was happening until it was too late to stop it. Not that I’m sure I would have anyway, but I can at least hold out that I might have tried to stop her.
The feel of feminine flesh around my manhood was only a few weeks old to me, but I’d felt it many, many times recently, but even still it shuts off my brain and curls my toes with ecstasy. Everything else was forgotten. My word and plans meant nothing. Neither did the fact that the woman I was now making love to was my sister. All that mattered was the squelching wetness enveloping me, the short pleated skirt rustling over my hips, the soft delicate fingers pushing down on my chest, and the quiet moan of a lover as she takes a man insider her.
She shifted and moaned, and I could barely open my eyes from the overload of pleasure. I’d seen Jen come before, both from masturbating herself, and from being eaten by Katey or Lisa, and once as I fingered her, but never seen her fuck, much less on my own cock. Her breasts were pushed together tightly, still encased in her bright red bra. Her long golden hair was flowing over her face and almost down into mine. And she scrunched her lips and eyes shut as she churned her cunt down on my impaling rod.
It really didn’t do much to get me off, but it really turned me on and I was entranced by her erotic ministrations. Her breath caught, head tipped forward, hips clenched, then shook over and over for several seconds until she relaxed. She’d been more vocal other times, but she knew our mother was just down the hall as much as I did, and that we would have hell to pay if our incest was found out.
She smiled down at me then and said in an almost moan, “God little brother, your cock is so big inside me.” Then she leaned back, pulling my cock to an uncomfortable downward angle, “And look at how sticky you made me.”
All my inhibitions were lost after that. My cock throbbed still inside her, but I pushed her off to the side and she giggled softly as she laid on my bed proper and I pounced on her. In a flash I was already between her smooth thighs and hilt deep in her again. She clasped her arms and legs around me as I rammed into her with reckless abandon. She soft, and wet, and willing. I was insane with lust and desperate to cum.
She whispered in my ear, “Give it to me.” I grabbed her hips at the top of her skirt for leverage as I slammed into her hard and fast. “I’ve wanted it for so long.” The room started echoing with the sticky wet slapping sounds of my desperation. “I need to feel you fill me up inside.” That was the last straw. I shoved violently in as I exploded. I shuddered and shook like a dying man and it felt like my soul was leaving my body to curl up for warmth inside her womb, only to be jerked back for a second, then yo-yo back in. It felt like forever as shot after shot of my precious life fluids forced their way out of me to seek shelter inside of her.
After my soul returned to me, I leaned forward to rest my head against her bra padded breasts, sill fully inside her and randomly squeezing out little jerks of cum to make sure she was topped off completely. Her pussy clenched now and again, to try and keep my softening member and all it deposited inside, but after a few minutes gravity sloshed my shrunken member from her now gaping and gooey gash. Then we kissed. Not as brother and sister, but as lovers. And I did love her. The fact it was wrong was slowly returning to me, but I was too fuck-happy to care right now. Then she said it was bedtime and I rolled over to allow her to leave my room for her own.
Then half dead to the world I heard some funny electronic clicking sounds. I looked at my sister as she closed up her phone. “Okay, got some embarrassing photos. Tell me the rest tomorrow,” then she waved, turned off my light and closed my door.
(Authors note: Additional chapters are being written, and this story has a long way to go, but will be advancing slower than before due to changes in my time for writing. Some blame can also be directed at Diablo 3.)
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