by Candy Quinn
“Fuck, you’re a good lil’ cock sucker, sis,” he said, his eyes struggling to stay open as he watched her work his shaft.
Even when she was blowing him, he still used that word so freely. She wanted to get him to the point he had no words. She wanted him to be as much a slave to pleasure as she was, and she redoubled her efforts.
It was sloppy, and wet, and saliva dripped from her lips and along her chin as she fell into the tempo of his motions, his hand gripping her ponytail and guiding her. Showing her just how he liked his cock sucked.
She worked his throbbing shaft, and all of a sudden… she saw the levee break. His eyes shut, and the control he exercised over her gave way. He was lost in his desire for her, lost in the pleasure she created. He was a slave to passion just as much as she was. She could see it, written on his handsome face, in the way his big, muscular form twitched and moved with such a lack of control.
He had no words any longer, just moans, and grunts… masculine, animal sounds that made everything in porn sound so fake and cheesy by comparison to her.
His dick swelled, and she knew she was working him oh so near. His balls no longer slapped her chin, and his shaft was stiffer, throbbing fuller, any moment ready to burst.
It was bad how much she wanted it. Wanted him to cum in her mouth, just like he’d cum on her panties.
And even though she’d gotten off so many times, already she was throbbing and wanting more. Her free hand snaked down between her legs and she prayed he wouldn’t notice as she began working her fingers over her clit.
Praying wasn’t necessary though, her brother was long gone. Lost to the pleasures of her flesh as she sucked at his dick so wantonly, worked his meaty girth until…
The flood came.
Thick, creamy gouts of his virile spunk shot out into her mouth, lanced across her tongue, splattered against the roof of her mouth. He buckled over her a little, face contorted in pleasure as he emptied his loins right into his sister’s waiting maw. So many thick, creamy spurts of his seed to fill her up, again and again, so that she couldn’t swallow it down fast enough to keep up.
She felt lucky he’d just jerked off that morning, because already he built up a load bigger than she could handle. It drooled from her lower lip, but something about it was... hot.
Really hot.
Just the fact that she’d made her brother cum in her mouth was enough to make her entire body sing and another orgasm crashed through her.
So much for hiding it...
* * *
Zach
Zach was fuzzy headed and confused by the most powerful orgasm he’d ever experienced. His sister down on her knees, sucking him off had been such an intense experience, no other woman doing that to him could compare.
Yet as he slowly came down from his high, the last of his jizz spurting out into her mouth, he forced his eyes open to gaze down at his sister, watching her finger herself into another orgasm right before him. Cum drooling from her mouth as she quaked with pleasure, having gotten off on blowing him.
“You sick lil’ pet, sis,” he said, his voice all gravelly and harsh from his climax. “Fuck you want your brother’s big cock so bad, don’t you,” he taunted, shivering a little with delight as he plucked his cock from her mouth, leaving her panting and drooling his seed as he slapped his dick to her lips.
Nothing could compare to seeing her like that. Used by him, and still begging for more. She was better than any groupie slut he could imagine.
Especially since she slept right down the hall from him.
He could slip in so easily to her room, and take her, whenever he pleased. The thought brought another throb of life to his cock as her hand went to his hip. She didn’t bother hiding it anymore, how much she craved him. Instead she just barely held herself aloft as she quivered, her fingers slowing their petting as she came down off another high.
And yet when her eyes met his again, he could see the desire in them. The raw need.
She wasn’t getting what she truly needed to get off, and she moved away. Not afraid. Not trying to run. No, she moved enough so that she stripped off her pants and her used panties, crawling onto the couch facing away from him, and spreading her knees so that her pretty, pink flower parted for him.
Everything was coming together perfectly. Zach was going to claim his sister, and plow into her with such an intense fury. He got in behind her, kicking off his pants and socks entirely before he took hold of her dainty hips.
She was such a little princess, so tiny and porcelain, and he gave a low, gravelly rumble of desire as he watched his still rock-hard dick come up towards her little cunny. That puffy flower reddened with desire, but still so tiny compared to his dick.
He pointedly let his shaft throb and smack against her wet slit, teased her by rubbing along her labia, up against her clit. So agonizingly close to piercing her virginity…
He wanted to tease her a little, and was thankful his youthful virility and desire for her made it easy to stay hard. Her tight little ass wiggled, and though she wasn’t saying anything, he knew she was begging for him to take her innocence.
“Mine,” he growled, and just as he brought the flared crown to her entrance, ready to pop her cherry, they heard the sound of shoes on the porch just outside the front door, and the exterior lights turned on.
“Shit,” he cursed.
She heard it too, and in a sudden flurry of panic, the two of them decoupled and grabbed for their clothes. It was a race for the stairs, and the siblings ran for their separate rooms to get dressed and avoid getting caught in the act of incest.
* * *
Sylvia
Sylvia couldn’t believe how close her and her step-brother had come to throwing away all decency. All common sense. Their entire future, maybe!
Though hadn’t they already done that?
Just because he didn’t pop her cherry didn’t mean that she didn’t cum on his hand, didn’t finger herself while giving him a blow job. That she couldn’t still taste his load in her mouth, and the sticky wetness between her thighs.
She lay atop her bed, though, and she wasn’t sated. Not yet. She still wanted so much more. To know what he’d feel like, slipping into her, making her cry out. He’d rubbed his cock against her pussy and it had felt electric. Like nothing else she’d ever experienced, and she wanted it again.
Worst of all, she wanted it to be him. It was like a switch had flipped in her brain, and now, all she could think about was Zach fucking her. It had been an obsession all day, ever since she found her panties in his room. After realizing he’d jerked off into them.
And then she’d put them on, just to feel them against her.
It was sick, and wrong, but she’d never been so turned on in her life. To know that her brother had watched her masturbate. To think of how his weight felt atop her, how good his cock felt, threatening her innocence.
Her fingers went down, snaking into her panties, feeling that wet, throbbing bud with a whimper.
She hadn’t heard anyone come in, but honestly, her heart was pounding so hard she could barely hear. If it were her parents home, though, they’d have surely made a noise, right?
She didn’t know, but she was too terrified to leave her room. Terrified of what she might do with her brother.
Terrified of what she wanted to do with him.
* * *
Zach
Zach hurried to get dressed, and when he heard nobody come in, he finally ventured back downstairs. There, the knocks were coming at the door, and he could see the shadow of someone through the side windows.
Whoever, it was, wasn’t their parents, and he was pissed at them for ruining the most intense moment of his life.
A moment where he’d very nearly slipped his dick into his little sister and claimed her virginity.
A scowl crossed his face as he tugged his shirt back into position and made his way over to the door. A glance out the window though, told him he wasn’t going to be happy about this. But
he wouldn’t be allowed to show it.
“What are you doing here? Is everything okay?” he asked, pulling open the door for his aunt.
The diminutive woman pushed in on past him, so much shorter than him. It was easy to see what side of the family she was from.
“You took a long time to answer the door, I was starting to get worried!” she exclaimed, helping herself on in, looking around, inspecting the place like she was the cops looking for unlawful activity.
“Why are you here, Aunt Betty?” he asked again, slowly closing the door as he looked her over in her beige skirt and jacket. She looked like she’d just come from her real estate job.
“Your parents have been worried sick,” she said, stepping out and looking into the living room before peering back at him. “They’ve been calling you for days without answer, and you’ve not been checking in like you were supposed to. So they called me over.”
Zach felt ready to kick himself. They were supposed to check in with their parents every day, to make sure things were fine. He’d been avoiding it, of course, hoping that Sylvia was taking care of it so he didn’t have to. He guessed they both let that tedious task drop.
“Zach!” She said, sounding disappointed as she made her way into the living room. “You’ve got a piece of pizza here, splattered onto the coffee table!”
A leftover from Sylvia and his filthy little tryst. A discarded piece of pizza he’d had not the time to lay down even.
He ran his fingers through his blonde hair, his dark eyes intense upon the woman. He had to get rid of her, and fast.
Fuck, for all he knew, Sylvia was upstairs rubbing one out, and then their chance might be lost forever.
His chance.
“Yea, Sylvia’s a pig,” he said finally, going over to the slice and picking it back up, putting it in its box. The rest of the pizza had cooled, and he put it aside. “But we’re clearly fine. Just busy. Sylvia had her gymnastic thing, and I’ve had practice. Must’ve slipped our minds to call, but we’re fine.”
His aunt screwed up a corner of her lips and walked about the place in her heels, purse over her shoulder as she studied the place, inspected his pizza box that was all but forgotten.
“I hope you haven’t only been eating this junk,” she said, glancing back at him before heading through the kitchen. “Maybe I should stay and cook you and your sister a nice meal before I go,” she said, tapping her toes upon the flooring.
He had to hide his scowl. Play nice. Ignore the throbbing in his pants, the scent of his sister still lingering on his member. What was she doing upstairs? He strained his ears but he couldn’t hear anything. Why didn’t she come down to see who it was?
The memory of her pleasuring herself, lost to the throes of pleasure went through his mind once more. Her slim body contorting in wanton, carnal passion. He wanted to feel it against him.
Now.
“Naw, Aunt Betty. We only got it in celebration of Sylvia’s thing, since it’s Saturday and all. Seriously, we’re fine. I’ll go call my parents right away, promise.”
She took her time, contemplating her words as she tapped her toes. She looked from him, to the pizza box, then around the kitchen. Thankfully Sylvia had been cleaning up the mess of previous pizza boxes, otherwise his attempts to convince her they’d been eating responsibly would’ve all failed miserably.
Yet still… the serious looking older woman was not quite persuaded.
“Well…” she started, drawing the word out before she got to what she was going to say.
Zach knew he had to head it off, get her gone.
“Besides, you look like you’ve been workin’ today. Last thing you need to do is come here to prepare a meal, after a long day’s work, when we just bought a celebratory pizza,” he said, trying to play on that aspect.
It seemed to work, as her lips quirked up into a little half-smile.
Like he was every bit the respectful young man.
He smiled, all charm as he felt like he was really onto something. He walked towards her a few feet, shaking his head.
“It’s hard enough having to work on the weekend. Seriously, go home, relax. Maybe we can all get together next week and Sylvia can cook something up.”
It seemed to work, mostly.
“That sounds lovely,” and he could feel the but coming before she even said it, “but you shouldn’t put all those domestic responsibilities upon your sister like that. She’s an athlete too, you know Zach? Make sure you treat her with respect for that,” she said, giving him a soft-yet-stern look to make sure her point was driven home.
He mustn’t roll his eyes. He mustn’t roll his eyes. He mustn’t roll his eyes.
Zach looked downwards, as if he were sheepish and she totally had him pegged. He nodded, and remembered the day before when he’d seen Sylvia on the gymnastic floor, moving with such fluid grace.
Just like how she should be moving atop his cock before their aunt stopped by, unannounced.
“Just keep that in mind, okay?” she said as he escorted her back to the front door, with one final inspection around the place. “And make sure you call your parents, I don’t want to hear from them all worried again. They’re supposed to be relaxing. And I’ve got work to do,” she added on wryly, reaching out to give him a pat on the chest.
“Look after Sylvia now, like a good big brother,” she said.
“I will,” he promised, and he was worried for a second she’d find another reason to linger. The soft scent of sex in the air was still strong to him, and his nostrils flared, needing it more than anything else in the world. How long had Aunt Betty been there? Half hour? Longer?
What the fuck was Sylvia doing upstairs?
Aunt Betty left and got in her car, and Zach forced himself to wait to make sure she was gone completely as he locked the door and felt his mind wander back to Sylvia. Hell, it’d hardly ever been torn away for more than a second. The whole time his aunt was there, his dick had been throbbing in his pants dangerously, at the thought of his little sister and all they’d do. Would do.
When at last, she pulled out of the driveway he turned and made his way back to the stairs. He didn’t mean to run, just hurry, but run was the only way to describe the bounds he made up those stairs, barreling towards Sylvia’s room.
* * *
It was quiet, though the light was on. Zach stood there for a few moments, listening, but there was only silence on the other end.
His heart was pounding, and he didn’t know what he was expecting to hear. The sound of her pleasuring herself?
What else could she have been doing up here as he had to deal with their aunt?
He placed his hand on the doorknob, turning it slowly. He held his breath as he pushed the door inwards a crack and looked to her bed.
There was his step-sister, still half undressed, her hand cupping her sex. Her breath rose in an even cadence, and his brows furrowed.
Was she asleep?
Zach looked her over, her top still pulled up and her breasts exposed from beneath her turtleneck. It didn’t seem like she’d even bothered to pull on her pants, and they lay on the floor at the foot of her bed.
He crept in, closing the door softly behind him, but she didn’t jolt or startle at all.
His breathing increased. She looked so vulnerable. His eyes trailed her lean body, over her toned thighs and along the flat of her belly. She had a gymnast’s body, of course, and he never really took the time to appreciate just what that meant.
He’d always teased her for her flat chest, but looking at the sweet, perky things topped with those stiff little nipples was making his cock throb in his pants. She always looked like her nips were a little hard, even as she slumbered.
She made a soft moan and shifted, and for a second he thought she might’ve woken up, but she simply adjusted herself and pet her little pussy before stilling once more.
He walked in a few steps, watching her intently. The way her ribs poked through a little, and he w
atched as they rose and fell with her slumbering breath. He was throbbing harder as he neared her.
She was totally at his mercy.
Even more than when she’d been begging for him to spear her and take her virginity. He’d been so damn close.
But he knew that if he touched her, she’d wake up. And if she woke up, maybe she’d change her mind.
Unless she woke up in the right mood, he reasoned. So he started to strip off his clothes again, tearing away that shirt to reveal his rock hard pecs and abs, those thick muscles bulging hard and delightfully tanned. He tossed his top to the floor of her bedroom, then hooked his thumb into his jeans as he undid the zipper. They were gone in a couple swift motions, letting that thick, veiny shaft spring out, standing out at attention before him as his heavy sac dangled beneath him.
He closed the distance between them and could smell her scent so heavy in the air. She smelled so damn sweet. He leaned down, settling his heavy body on the foot of the bed, waiting in stillness for her to readjust.
And just as she did, her legs parted and he could smell her even more, and he leaned in, inhaling that scent.
He’d watched her get off, she’d given him a blow job, and he’d made her cum. But now, sitting there and watching her sleep, all he wanted to do was taste her. To make her wake up, feeling so pleasured and horny that she couldn’t do anything but jump his bone and ride him raw.
After all, there was a chance she’d changed her mind. That she’d gotten frightened off by almost getting caught and now wouldn’t want to go all the way. But with his face in her pussy?
How could she resist?
He leaned in, lowering himself as smoothly as he could. He wasn’t as graceful or agile as her, with his footballer’s body, but this was important and he couldn’t fuck it up.
Everything rode on seducing his younger sister. He wanted her so damn bad, wanted to feel her slender little body beneath him, wrapped all around him. So he got down, hooked his pointer finger into her panties and gently tugged them aside, exposing her puffy little cunny lips, still wet and glistening. Still smelling of her arousal.
