Okay.
I fucked up.
I know that now.
But, you know, in my defense... My sister was well developed, like to a completely different level of genetically blessed. Big tits, little waist, fat ass? Tick, tick, tick. She was a few years older than me, and I'm her twenty-year-old-loser, can't-get-a-girlfriend, not-quite-a-virgin little bro, so already I'm starting on the backfoot.
It's not that I'm particularly attracted to Hazel (in fact, even typing that made me want to gag), but she was like... there? God, that sounds so bad. Let me provide context.
Two summers ago, I was freshly eighteen and ready to take a girl to pound town. I was a healthy nervous about it, after all, I might not have experience, but I was confident I was gonna make a girl squirt all over my face and cum so hard her eyes would roll back in her head, and she'd be begging, begging for another ride. I recognise now that was naive. Yes, she did let me have a second turn after a mediocre first try, but let's just say I realized quickly I wasn't the stud I thought I was going to be.
So I diversified my jerking off habits. Still living at home, I drive across the city to seedy sex shops where I've purchased various supplies over the years. Lube restocks, the tightest little fleshlight, a couple of cheap vibrators, a cock ring, you get the picture, and I spent the greater part of my time jerking off and almost blacking out from pleasure. Seriously, a twenty hour session, just cumming over and over again, forgetting to eat or drink and I'm pretty sure I passed out for a few minutes at the end before I called it. It's not that I don't want to fuck a wet pussy again, it's just that the pleasure from masturbating was way better than anything when I was having sex and I wasn't in a place where I wanted to date, so I was happy with the way things were going. If only I could find a girl that would just let me use her body to masturbate.
Hazel comes home for spring break to do laundry and eat our food and hog the television. Annoying as ever. Typical sister. One weekend, dad spirits mom away for a romantic getaway, something about reconnecting (yes, I know that they were just gonna fuck the whole time and YES it makes me want to vomit). And then there were two.
That morning I stop by Hazel's room just to let her know that I would be heading into work and I wouldn't be home until the evening. Hazel in her infinite maturity threw her pillow at the door so it would shut in my face. I heard her calling me a 'loser' through the wood of the door. Nice.
Work is cut short when I turn up and we are very overstaffed. I pick up food, eat it in the car on my way home, and when I step through the front door I call out to let Hazel know I'm back.
She, uh, definitely did not hear me.
Walking past Hazel's room I caught sight of my sister. Legs spread, on her hands and knees on the bed, ass in the air, back arched, completely naked and a machine complete with hyper-realisitic dildo fucking her wet cunt. It was like something out of a porno. I'd only ever seen that kind of machine in a porno.
Fight, flight, freeze, fawn right? They say you never know which you are until you're in that kind of situation. Well, I am a freeze-er.
The dildo slides in and out at a moderate pace and from where I'm standing, I can see how her pussy grips it, stretching around it and leaving it glistening wet. It's actually kind of entrancing. She really grips it. Hazel is propped up on a pile of pillows, and I can see the suction vibrator buzzing against her clit.
Against my will, my rational mind forces me to clear my throat rather loudly, only Hazel doesn't seem to register it. I take a tentative step forward and see the noise canceling headphones (top of the range, she'd begged dad to buy her) and a blindfold. Kinky bitch. She probably enjoys putting herself on display with the door open, if she thinks she's home alone. She's moaning and writhing about on the bed, but careful not to move too much so that the machine is hitting all of her favorite spots. Occasionally she gently brushes a thumb against her hard nipples, tugging slightly. She wasn't 'throwing it back' like the girl I had lost my virginity to, rather she was just lying there, everything set up so that she didn't really have to do anything, just wiggle about and eventually cum. Her breathing is getting more fragmented now, breathy little moans slipping from her lips, seemingly forced out of her with every thrust of her fuck machine. It's not just any dildo, it's got balls and hips that are pounding into my sister.
My sister cums like she's been hit by a train. Her whole body quivers, shaking as the orgasm rips through her, her pussy convulsing around the dildo, which doesn't stop sliding in and out for even a second. I've never heard her scream like that.
My mind begs my body to run. She's going to turn around and see her wide-eyed little brother only a few feet behind her. But Hazel doesn't quit. She rides through the orgasm, moaning and swearing and holding out even when I'm sure it's overstimulating her, and she keeps going, laying there and taking the cock.
In that moment I see a kinship with my sister that I hadn't before. We both wanna cum over and over again.
Even though I am NOT attracted to my sister, I admit, I'm rock hard. It's not that it's her, it's that anyone with a cock would get hard walking in on something like this. It would be impossible not to. So, even though I can't run away, which is undoubtedly what I should be doing, I can finally properly move if only to rub my cock through my pants. Fuck, I need to be touched right now. I slip it out through the fly and give it a tentative rub. Pleasure, unlike any I have ever experienced, erupts through me and I just can't stop rubbing. You get it, right? The point where you know you're going to go crazy if you don't touch? It's the lube next to her that I want to grab and squirt all over my cock that convinced me to step closer.
In Hazel's hand I notice the remote, a simple one with a power button, and two big buttons, one for increasing speed and decreasing speed. She taps one and the machine speeds up. In a porno all the big-dicked guy would have to do would be to pull the dildo out and slide his own cock in and then he could fuck the girl likely without her even noticing. But that would be crazy.
At this point I am just straight up jacking off. It's hard not to. I match the pace of the machine, pretending it's a pussy and not my hand that I'm fucking. Maybe if I'm quick and quiet I could go and get my pocket pussy, because I know that would feel amazing and with her face in the bed, it could be anyone in this position, and it's easy to pretend Hazel's actually a sexy celebrity or a stunning girl I've met. I don't think I've ever been so turned on.
Look, if it had been you, you would have done it too.
As Hazel came for at least the second time, the dildo slipped out, and the machine slid back slightly. She hits the power button and gropes blindly behind her and in my most impulsive moment I take a step forward, hips thrusted and Hazel's hand grips my cock tightly. Her thumb rubs over my slit. My heart beats hard in my chest, what have I done? She's going to realize and scream at me, and I am going to be in big trouble, branded a pervert for the rest of my life.
But she doesn't notice, instead she pulls me by my dick and lines it up with her cunt.
I hold my breath.
Hazel slides her loser little brother's cock into her soaking pussy. Having been stretched out by the machine, I slide right in with no resistance, but it's tight enough to make me shiver. Fuck she is so warm.
It takes Hazel two tries hitting the power button to get me to realize what she was asking of me. I start fucking my sister, trying to keep a consistent pace. I can't falter, I have to have the cool stamina and resolution of a fucking machine and I quickly realize how that is going to be very difficult. My issue with the last girl hat let me fuck her was that I come way too quick, so naturally I'm all in my head about it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I think, while I fuck, fuck, fuck. Maybe I can pull out and run away before she realizes, rush down to the front door and pretend I've only just got home. Slam the door so she feels the vibration or something.
But it just feels too good.
She is sloppy wet, fat drops of her juices fall on my balls as they bounce against her. Hazel does this thing that the last girl and the fleshlight never did, when I pull out it's like she grips me tighter. It's enough to make me see stars, like I'm being milked.
I watch her finger on the remote like a hawk, preparing to adjust my pace as needed. I need to be on the ball if I'm going to pull this off. I can feel her vibrator and it makes me feel good too. Tingly. Not quite how I would hold my cheap vibrators against my balls, but nice, especially when mixed with this pussy. Fuck.
Hazel is moaning like a whore. By the sounds of it she feels amazing. I wonder what she would do if she knew it was her brother making her feel like that, my cock pressing against her g-spot. If I'd had my way, I would handcuff her to the bed, face down of course, legs spread so I could fuck her hard, really go crazy, while she can't move, can't do anything but let the pleasure take over. The world's best sex doll. Based on the way she is just laying there now, she might even enjoy it.
She hits a button and I speed up. This is next level, like nothing I've ever felt before. I wish I could grab her hips like I would with the body doll in my closet, but I'm a good boy. I need to pace myself, think of things that would prolong my orgasm, but not something so unsexy that I go soft.
I pound my sister dutifully.
