Danny, Vonnie and Shelagh have been having fun. Let's check in.
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Somehow, I survived the next week, despite the best efforts of Vonnie and Shelagh.
Vonnie confined her activities to my grandparent's house. Since they were still away, she kept me busy with odd jobs around the house, and more pleasurable jobs afterward. Her role as instructor became less and less obvious, as I learned the lessons, and she enjoyed the benefits. It was lots of fun, but exhausting.
Shelagh, on the other hand, was just as likely to instigate sexual activity in our house as anywhere else. She did come and join Vonnie and I for a day-long romp again, but seemed to take more pleasure in ambushing me at home. We repeated our downstairs powder room session a few times, and she was constantly teasing me, trying to induce an erection. Don't get me wrong... My sister was a dynamite partner, and her ability to deep-throat my cock was beyond heavenly. I was definitely enjoying having such a willing bed mate in the next room. A little too willing, occasionally.
She definitely had a taste for the dangerous side of sex, and that danger was abundant at home, in the form of Mom. Merely having fabulous, incestuous sex wasn't always enough for her. Doing it with Mom nearby seemed to turn her crank to even higher levels, and I didn't find it as much fun as she did. To me, it was more terrifying than exciting.
Take today, for example. Mom had an early dental appointment, and she was out the door before I got up. Nothing terribly unusual about that, as it had happened often enough in the past, but this was the first since I became my sister's favourite plaything. I woke to a strange, if spectacularly enjoyable sensation. My morning erection had attracted Shelagh's attention, like a bee to a flower, and she was buzzing on it happily.
"What the...?" I mumbled, my head a swirl of morning fog and sexual arousal. "Shel, are you crazy?"
She shook her head, and continued to suck my cock like a demon. I could picture Mom walking in any second. My imagined versions of her reaction ran the gamut, from merely dropping dead due to a heart attack, to coming back with a knife and cutting off my favourite piece of anatomy.
"Relax, little brother," she directed in her big sister voice, rising to her knees. She reached up, and skinned off her nightie with a theatrical flourish. When she spoke again, it was in the voice I hadn't heard before our recent transformation from siblings, to lovers.
"Well, maybe don't relax too much," she purred, grasping my slippery cock with one hand, and guiding it inside herself. "Especially this part. He should remain tense, and at attention, for as long as I need him."
"But Mom...?" I protested.
"Dentist," she groaned, dropping aboard fully. "We have at least an hour, so I'm gonna fuck this gorgeous piece of meat for as long as possible."
While it was certainly a wonderful way to start the day, I was having mixed feelings. My cock was having the time of his life, whether buried deep inside Shelagh's pussy, or being blown by her very talented mouth, but the rest of me was slightly conflicted.
Right now, my cock was running the show, so that conflict was pushed aside for the moment. Instead of protesting further, I laid back and enjoyed it. Believe me there was plenty to enjoy. Shelagh's cunt was dripping wet, hot, and blissfully tight. Then there was the visual extravaganza of watching her from below. Her hair was flying, causing her beautiful face to play hide-and-seek through the sexy, red waves. When visible, her eyes burned with desire, escalating my own.
And in case you think I forgot about her chest... well, think again. The defining attribute of all our family's women, her big boobs were doing the dance that I had fallen under the spell of, bouncing and jiggling before my appreciative eyes. She read my gaze, and leaned closer, giving me oral access to those lovely orbs. My lips went to work, kissing whatever I made contact with, while searching for a nipple to latch onto. Once I found one, I sucked hard.
"Oh, fuck, Danny. That's it! Go for it! Suck my tits, baby brother! You know how I love it," she moaned, grinding her pussy down against the base of my cock.
I was truly enjoying this morning get-together, but somewhere in the corner of my view, I could almost see the clock counting down to zero, the point at which we had better be done, showered and looking completely innocent, before Mom returned home. Picture the series '24', and the sound of that clock clunking mechanically, and you get the idea. It was, to say the least, a distraction.
A distraction Shelagh was enjoying to the max. Normally (if that word can be used to describe a situation as bizarre as this), I would wake up with a morning woodie after a night of arousing dreams about Vonnie or some other fantasy woman. I knew from experience that getting myself off after that prolonged excitement was pretty quick, yet today Shelagh was getting a long, deep ride, and I wasn't even close to cumming. She was, but my cock stood resolute, buried up her dripping cunt.
This should in no way be construed as a critical comment about my sister. Far from it. Shelagh was a very beautiful woman, a fabulous fuck, and the world's best cocksucker. Her pussy was warm, wet and welcoming, not to mention tight, and her big tits were right in my face for my viewing and sucking pleasure. Shelagh had it all, and was giving me the use of it, but the fear factor of getting caught was keeping me from appreciating her as much as I should have.
The fear of getting caught might not be the only distraction that was effecting me. Recent time with my Aunt had given rise to some confusing feelings in me, and equally confusing signals from her.
"God! Fuck! I'm cumming, Danny!" My sister gasped, grinding against me harder. "Don't stop sucking my tits! It's so fucking good!"
Shelly had always been such a good girl, so prim, proper, and stylish. Who knew she had a vocabulary that included such directives?
Who knew she was so willing to put aside the taboos, and fuck her brother?
Who knew she was so fucking good at it?
As her orgasm waned, Shelly dropped her substantial chest to rest on mine, panting heavily. Seconds later, she wrapped herself around me, and rolled us over.
"Your turn, little brother," she giggled, smiling up at me. "Gimme that big dick hard. Be selfish, and get yourself off. Just one request?"
I had adjusted my position, and was ready to fuck her senseless, despite the looming countdown. I looked down at her pretty face, and nodded.
"I'd really like to see your cum splattered all over my boobs," she added. "I love it when my guys cum on me, and I especially love you to do it."
"If you insist," I sighed, and started to stroke into her with full length thrusts, building my pace as I went, and further adjusting my support position. It didn't take long for me to get comfortable, and within seconds I was slamming her hard, crushing her into my mattress. The bed squeaked in protest at this unfamiliar activity. I'd never done this in my room before.
"Oh shit, Danny, that's it!" she groaned, arching her back in pleasure. "Fuck me hard! Gonna make me cum again! Yes, Danny! YESSSS!"
I felt her nails on my back, clawing in desperation as she went off under me with a deep moan of enjoyment. I didn't even slow down, pounding her with desperation of my own.
Desperation to get myself off, and shoot my load all over her tits... before Mom got home and killed us both. It was pretty powerful motivation.
Her talons now scraped my ass, urging me to do her with even more ferocity.
"Hurry Danny," she snarled through clenched teeth. "Mom will be home in a few minutes. Fuck me. Fuck me like I'm a cheap hooker in an alley. Just do it, and cum on me."
I found a gear I didn't know I had, and let her have it. I was briefly concerned that my bed might not be up to the task, but that thought was pushed aside by the warm tingle in my balls. I was gonna cum, and that fact took priority.
"Oh... Jes... us... Yes... Dan... ny... Fuck... Me!" she hissed, hair flying as I bounced her off the mattress with each energetic stroke. It was time.
I pulled out. My cock was dripping with her froth, and it only took two strokes with my hand before I exploded, sending thick jets of white semen in arcs through the air.
Splattered. That's what she said she wanted, and that's exactly what she got, as cum rained down on her from above. Shelly moaned, and caught a few drops with her hungry mouth, but most of it landed on her primary target zone... Those big, heaving breasts. Stroke after stroke, I painted her with streaks and blots of hot cum, until the flow petered out. I sat back on my haunches breathing heavily, and shook the last drops on her belly.
"That's all... I have," I panted.
"Mmmmm. That's plenty," she smiled, cupping her huge rack and spreading my discharge around with her delicate hands. Her nipples were standing straight up, and little strings of cum trailed off them as they sprung back in the wake of her fingers. "God, it's so nasty. It really gets me hot."
"Shelly, honey, we don't have time for you to get hot. Not again," I reminded her.
"Right. I'll shower first," she giggled, and leapt off the bed. I watched her sexy ass wiggle out my door, and collapsed on the bed. "You can join me, if you'd like," she added from down the hall, as the water started running. "Door's open."
I only laid there for a few seconds. My brain was still functional enough to know that my room probably smelled of Shelly's pussy, so I opened the window. I inspected the bed, and other than being more rumpled than usual, found nothing incriminating. I found her night shirt in the corner, and tossed it into her room on the way to the bathroom. Crime scene cleansed.
In the bathroom, Shelagh was humming happily, and washing her hair. When she saw me through the steamy glass, she pressed her melons against the door, showing me her hard nipples.
"Now that's a great way to start the day!" she laughed.
"I agree," I smiled, lifting the lid of the toilet, and unleashing my full bladder. "Let's not make a habit of it, though, okay? I'd like to see my nineteenth birthday."
"You worry too much, little brother," she smiled, watching me pee. "Are you coming in here, when you're done?"
"Um, yeah. I'm covered in pussy juice. Mom might notice the smell in the laundry," I replied, shaking the last of the urine out of my dick.
"Good," she said softly, and slid the door open. "Do my back?" she asked, holding out the bar of soap.
This was dangerous. Getting in the shower with my sister was new, and exciting, but Mom was getting ever closer to catching us. Still, how could I turn down this opportunity?
I stepped in, and lathered my hands quickly, spreading the soapy suds across her smooth skin. My hands wrapped around, unable to resist her breasts.
"Mmmmm. You wanna do the front, too?" Shelly moaned. "Be my guest." She turned to face me, giving me full access to her chest, and I lathered those beautiful breasts thoroughly. She moaned again, and wrapped her arm around my neck. "You're hired. You can be my shower buddy, anytime." She sealed the deal with a kiss, and pressed those soapy tits into my chest. They slid around with her movements, causing some movement down below.
