"OH FUCK!" she cried. I grabbed her waist and began fucking her harder, pounding my cock deep into her cunt from behind, her enormous tits swaying violently as I sent her to a trembling orgasm. She moaned into her lover's pussy in front of her, nibbling hard on her clit.
"My turn baby," I said, pulling my cock out. I grabbed it and began pumping it, forcing the cum out. She rolled onto her back as a long rope of cum squirted out and landed across her left tit. She laid there, eyes closed, smiling in great pleasure. The next five ropes of cum landed all over the face and in her blonde hair sprawled out on the bed. Her face was covered in cum as she began licking her lip, tasting my hot cum. I moved up, straddling her tits and put…
"Steve, I'm home!" a voice cried out, bringing me back to reality.
"SHIT!"
I quickly hit the "eject" button as a new scene with two hot (and nasty) cheerleaders started, and the DVD popped out. I quickly grabbed it, reminding myself that I'd REALLY have to watch that later. I place the DVD in its discreet black case and turn off the TV, slipping the case under my arm. I grabbed my nine-inch erection and stuffed it back into my boxers, wincing as it tried to pop back out.
"Steve? Are you in here?" a female voice called again.
I tried to slip out the living room and to the stairs, but was confronted by my twin sister, (younger, I might add) Sarah. Growing up with a twin isn't as bad as everyone says it is. For eighteen years we'd been brother and sister, and almost all my life I've heard about how twin sisters were always such a pain, etc., etc, and etc., but it really didn't bother me…that is except whenever she came home early from cheerleading, and interrupted my time with my cock and a hot porno.
"Hey Steve," she said. She was wearing her cheerleading outfit, short frilly yellow skirt, and a red top, low-cut to give the audience some view of the cleavage of her 35D breasts. She was five feet six inches, a little taller than most of the other girls, but nothing on my six feet. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail that hung down to her wait, nearly touching her ass.
"Hey," I said, trying to get through so she wouldn't be able to see my erection, stretching the fabric of my boxers, nearly causing them to rip.
"Not out with the guys?" she asked, stalling me. I didn't know if this was regular conversation, or had she seen my erection?
"Nah, you know them, they got detention."
"So got nothing to do, eh?"
"No, actually I've got some work to do," I lied, making my way up to my room.
"Steve," she called when I was halfway up.
"Yeah?"
"Remember that Mom wants you to fold the laundry before dinner, so don't be jacking off all afternoon," she said winking at me and then leaving. Embarrassed, I went to my room, took out one of my porn magazine and jacked off to images of young college girls doing each other.
Sarah and I were as close as brother and sister was concerned, maybe a little closer. It didn't bother me when I was in my boxers and I don't think it bothered her either, though I don't think I've seen her in the underwear for years, but we weren't close enough to be casual about talking about sex so her comment, though harmless fun, really made me red and embarrassed.
Two weeks passed by until one day at school we were given an assignment. I went to a private school, unlike my sister who went public. Though I had to work to pay for most of the tuition, it was worth it…sort of. There was a great education program without the nerds and all the guys were really cool, and the girls were hot, I might add, though they were the "untouchables," those rich, uptight girls that don't deal with anyone without a seven digit bank account and a couple dozen beach homes, ski resorts, countryside villas, and no less than three Pacific islands.
Anyway, we were given a social ethics project and paired up into teams of two. I was lucky that I was paired with Amy St. Cross, a very, emphasis on very, rich girl, but not like the others. She was about five feet four, short blonde, shoulder length hair, a nice set of tits that would fit nicely in my hands. In her tight bra, anyone could mistake that cleavage for large tits, but when you stand next to her, you could see that they weren't as big as you may have thought, but still large enough to be almost more than a handful. But most importantly, she was nice and everyone's friend, very smart, a bit shy, but nevertheless always popular. In short, she was the girl of my dreams.
"Why don't I come to your house this afternoon?" she asked shyly in the parking lot after school.
"Um, what's wrong with yours?" I asked, embarrassed at the BIG social difference between us. I'd pass by the house before, noticed all the cars (that weren't in the garage, anyway), seen the yard, the ranch, the pool, (and whatever else was back there), and the mansion that could fit ten families with room to spare.
"Nothing, but I'm sortta on my dad's bad side right now and don't want him on my back." Easy, I thought, just disappear somewhere in your house.
"Alright," I said, getting into my old, beat up car. "Just follow me home. Don't worry, only a blind man would lose sight of this piece of shit."
She gave a slight laugh and said, "Actually, that's why I'm in trouble. I sotta dented my Porsche."
"And how 'bout the other cars. You dent them too?" I asked sarcastically.
"Funny," she said in a more serious tone, but brightening quickly, "We're not that all that different. I get in trouble when I screw up too."
"Yeah, but I always assumed that you getting punished would mean you credit limit reduced to only a couple thousand," I replied, laughing and getting in my car. Amy quickly hopped into the passenger and we sped off. It took all my will power not to look at her black skirt riding up in the car ride, or her tits that was available for all to see with the blouse with the top few buttons loose.
Arriving home, I parked the car, and, acting like a gentleman, slid across the hood to open the door for the lady.
"Funny," she said, with a smile as she accepted my hand and got out. Unlocking the front door, we walked in and suddenly I felt ashamed at where I lived.
"Where is everyone?" she asked.
"Mom and Dad are at work and my sis is probably at cheerleading practice. No one will be home for probably another three hours," I said.
"So where's your room?" she asked. I led her up the stairs and to my room, which I felt made up for anything else wrong with the house. Very clean, it appeared larger than it really was, with a full couch in far-left corner, my large desk and computer to my left, and my bed in the far-right corner, right under a very large pane window overlooking the backyard. The walls were covered in posters of the usual; you know rock bands, stupid jokes and practically naked women in suggestive poses.
"Nice room, she said sitting down on the couch."
