I hear the door knob click. I don’t open my eyes, but I just know that’s the sound of her leaving. I stop. My arms drop to my side. My flaccid weiner falls limp against my thigh. “Brooke…” I mutter. There’s nothing left in this for me now.
God, she’s such an asshole. Love me or don’t you prick.
The mattress depresses. Hmm?
“Mason.” It’s her voice.
I peek. She’s leaning over me. Her legs curl up into the bed, her chaste skirt hikes up above her knees, and as she lays down on her side facing me, her cardigan drapes over her modest bust.
My sister’s brunette hair splays across my pillow, so close that a few of her stray hairs tickle my nose.
Seems for this moment, our typical roles are reversed. I’m the one she cuddles against. She nuzzles her chin against my shoulder, her lips part and roll across the flesh of my neck, every word leaving a wet trail, and she confesses into me, “I don’t know what to do.” She kisses my skin. “I just want to feel good.”
Her arm hugs across my chest, delicate fingers, light touch. Her leg twists over then under mine until her heel is dug into my calf. I feel that she’s trapping me here.
Down by her crotch, I can feel her other hand rooting around inside her. Gently, she hums satisfaction into my neck. I don’t push for anything further. I can’t put my finger on it, but this doesn’t feel like that kind of a thing. It’s not about sex, I think.
She moans now. I peck the top of her head, rest my lips inside her brunette strands, kiss her like how I’d imagine a father might do to a daughter. Her hips buck. I pat her shoulder. There, there. I know, Love.
She cries out and shudders. Her fingers lift from her nethers, glistening sheen. She spreads her fingers. Threads of her own cum drape between the webbing. She just stares at it like “What have I done?”
I tip her head back and kiss her right on the lips. She doesn’t kiss back, so I just hold my lips against hers. My fingers slip between her cum drenched fist, I grab it, and guide her touch down to my cock.
My world explodes in red as she accepts and wraps her fingers around it, my sister’s touch oozed in cum. Her hand is blazing warm. Brooke, love, strokes me up and down my full length. Her cum saturates my flesh and then some, leaving sticky frigid lingerings in the wake of her fluid–at least until her warm palm rubs across that patch of flesh again. Up and down, stroke me, Sis.
Her lips part, mouth seeps into mine. I follow her lead. We kiss deep and slow. Hungry and in sync.
This isn’t sex. This is intimacy with the only person in my world who gets it.
Her other hand is hiking up her skirt. There’s a rip. She’s just torn a hole in the front of her panty hose. I can’t get it up–she knows that, but I still follow her clear lead and roll onto my side to face her. Her long fingers guide my cock right between her thighs.
Instead of pubic prickles, this time, I feel the soft down of a thick bush guarding her sex. She presses the head of my cock into her slit. Tender flesh; moisture drips through. My head peeks into her vagina; she tries shoving it in, but alas, not everyone is Sophie. My cock’s still just a useless rope. Instead of trying again, she points my urethra right into the entrance of her vagina, and aiming it there, she begins stroking my shaft as it rests on the front lawn of her open door.
She’s biting her bottom lip and looking up at me somehow both doe eyed and nasty as sin. What really gets me though is when her off hand reaches around and begins combing through my hair–matronly, intimately.
My balls swell. I feel it happening, and I try to warn her, but she just shakes her head, leans in, and whispers, “Release.”
I clench it back until the pressure is overwhelming. She’s looking me right in the eyes, pumping my cock against her threshold, aiming the tip. She bats her lashes. And I release in a quivering fury. I pour my orgasm right into her pussy. Sticky wet release, just what my sister wanted.
Cum seeps shallow, and when I look, I can see most of it dribbling down her thighs, so I reach my fat finger down between her thighs, and just like Blair did to her own self back at the slumber party, I begin thrusting my seed deep into my sister’s pussy. Her hole is blazing hot. Her ribs are even more studded than Sophie’s; Brooke’s is a phenomenal pussy. Even with my inexperience, I know my sister’s sex is something special.
But unlike Sophie, I jam my full finger all the way in there immediately and then I prod in a second. She can take that and more. Brooke writhes and moans. Her fingernails clench into my chest. My third finger is on its way, and right then, she grabs my hand. “Wait.” Her breath is husky, moist, and saturates the air between us.
Despite her words, I get the sense she’s hungry for more.
I swallow the distance between us and her tongue in the process, and ram my third finger inside her, probably stretching her pussy just as wide as all four of her own fingers could do.
Along with that, what I do to her mouth isn’t a kiss, my mouth flat out gropes hers, swallowing everything she has to give, and then, I squeeze my pinky inside her thighs, joining it with the rest of its brothers. That’s it, all four fingers ramming my cum up her pussy.
There’s a wet squelch. I spear my palm inside of her. Her insides clench initially, then relax and accept it. I bury my hand clear up to my thumb. Fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, fap, fap. And I’m lost in bliss as she moans into my mouth. I breed my sister with my hand. The intimacy gives way to raw passion.
She loves it, and at least in this moment, I know that she loves me.
Gaped as wide as she is right now, I get an idea and rip my hand out, thinking I’ll replace it with my cock. Surely, it’d slip in easy enough right now.
“Wait!” She breaks away and covers her vagina. “No, like, seriously wait this time.”
“‘Seriously’? What, you weren’t serious before when you told me to stop?”
She rolls her eyes and motions down. “Obviously not.”
Oh, right.
“Just, not like this, I mean,” she says, much meeker. “It just…should mean more.” She huffs. “And it’d be like dropping a Slim Jim down an elevator shaft right now, fat as your fingers are.”
“Slim Jim?” I looked down.
She rolled her eyes. “Okay, an Oscar Meyer weiner.” Then she reaches down and squeezes it, and, oddly enough, I did have the barest inklings of an erection going on right now.
“Jesus Christ. Okay, so maybe it’s the whole Oscar Meyer weiner mobile.” She lowers her voice and gets serious. “Mason, this is weird to say, but when you and Sophie…you know, and if you get it hard like it was with me the other night, like, you could really hurt her. Just let her lead.”
It struck me that Brooke said when not if me and Sophie ever have sex again. “I really think you got the wrong idea, Brooke. I know Sophie cares about me a lot, but I’m the, you know…” I trail off.
“What? You’re the what?”
I shake my head, but Brooke pinches my cheeks and forces me to look right at her. “Speak,” she commands.
It’s different than Sophie’s “talk to me” but also just as comforting, oddly. “She’s married. She has a girlfriend, and they all live in a big happy pile. I mean, as much as I love her, I’m not a part of that.” I swallow. “I’m the sperm donor.”
I expect her to berate me as a moron who doesn’t understand anything or something like that, but instead, Brooke gives me a tender kiss right on the lips, lingering there as she says, “I don’t know what those girls have going on over there either, but I do know that both love you very much.”
“What do you mean ‘both’?”
“I mean, Sophie goes without saying, and I know that Blair’s got her…ways.” Brooke winces. “And she really is not into men, uh, sexually, but I mean, she grew up around you. She knows you. She knows what kind of person you are. She tells me these things. I know.”
A jolt of panic shoots through me. Oh God. I bet Blair told her about that. Brooke knows.
Brooke must have felt me tense. “What? What happened? What’d you do?”
I’m confused. “You mean, she didn’t tell you?” I feel a momentary relief right before it registers, you know, just how stupid saying that was.
“What happened?” This time, there’s a trace of panic behind her tone. “Did she do something? Did you do something?”
“Of course not! You think that of me?”
Brooke rolls her eyes. “Look at where we are, Mason. This ain’t on me. I mean, you didn’t do…” She looks uncomfortable. “…you know, like you did with me with Blair?”
“No! She–”
“She what?”
Ah. Fuck. No getting around it now. “She had sex with me.”
My sister’s face twisted. “You mean, like what happened at the sleepover?”
I shook my head. “No. Worse.”
“You what? Wait, worse? What are you on about?”
I shake my head.
“Tell me.” She pinches my ribs. “Tell me!”
“Alright! Just…I dunno, pinky promise never to tell anyone.”
“Pinky promise? What are you five?”
I glare. She throws up her hand in surrender and after a soul binding pinky promise, I explain to her just how horrifyingly erotic her best friend is.
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Blair came to the door about five weeks after the slumber party. I heard her knock. Mom answered, and said, “Oh, why hello, Blair. Don’t you just look lovely! Ah, but I’m sorry, Brooke’s not here.”
“Hi, Mrs. Hedgewick. I’m actually hoping that Mason is around?” An uptick in her voice. She’s asking a question.
Me, I’m wholly confused at this point. This came without warning. No text, no nothing. She just showed up.
“Oh,” Mom said rather curtly. “Just a minute, let me ask his father.”
That was a weird thing to say, Mom. I’d already leapt up from the couch–that alabaster goddess wanted to talk to me? Hell yeah! I was basically sprinting around the corner, at least until just before I came into Blair’s line of sight. I screeched to a halt and walked ever so casually into her view. Act naturally, Mason.
Think cool. Think suave. James Bond. No–Sophie called me Jack Reacher. Even better.
Mom turned around, likely going to ask Dad for permission for whatever reason, but right as she turned, I was right there–close enough to kiss her on the cheek. I did that thing. Then I turned to Blair, kind of putting on the air of ‘Oh! Fancy meeting you here, and I said to her, “Oh, that’s right. Brooke’s engagement party. You got those pamphlets for me?”
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