Author's Note
Thanks for the great response to the first chapter. I decided not to use American English from now on, because it was hard to get grammar/spelling correct, since while the story is set in the U.S. I'm not American. So hopefully the spelling and grammar will be better this time. Please enjoy this chapter, future ones should hopefully come out quicker. Remember to like and give comments, questions and feedback, because it helps me improve and decide what to do next. Enjoy!
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Chapter 2: The Rush
Two Days Later
Luke watched the sunlight flicker as a bird flew past the kitchen window. He stood to open the blinds, chewing cereal, half-dressed in an unbuttoned shirt and dark blue chinos. Outside it looked cool, with dew touching the grass and a low morning sun, but inside the kitchen felt warm. He wasn't looking forward to going out for the drive to their local protestant Church, a weekly routine his mother insisted on.
He heard the fridge door slam shut behind him, revealing a lithe, brown-haired girl. She rolled up the sleeve of her pale blue dress, and unscrewed a milk carton. He watched as she carefully poured out two mugs of coffee, before he turned his attention back to the birds outside the window. She sidled up beside him.
"Y'know their names?" she asked, handing him a mug.
He blew on it gently before sipping. He could see two birds, grey and white.
"No idea - what's the Latin for pigeon?" Luke murmured.
"Not their species name, idiot" she said, but her tone was gentle. "That one" she gestured to the grey bird, the smaller of the two, "is Feather."
He glanced at the girl beside him. A wisp of brown hair framed the sides of her face, while the yellow morning light illuminated her features - wide, hazel eyes and full lips - as she talked.
"And the other is Luke. They come around every morning, or most mornings at least. Caitlyn and I talked it over, and she named them."
"She named a bird after me?" He wasn't sure if he should feel pleased or insulted.
Ana simply nodded towards them. They were perched on their neighbours wooden fence, shaking their wings in the cool air. As Luke watched, his namesake waddled towards Feather, who sat pecking at the wood. He shuffled his wings for a moment. Then he lunged forwards, landing on her back. Feather bent forwards, and her mate started rhythmically jerking back and forth, penetrating her.
Luke's eyes went wide and he swallowed his coffee too quickly. The woman next to him giggled, and seeing his expression, began to laugh. He could only smile in response.
"So that's what you think of me, huh?" he said jokingly, "I'm the one who's always fucking?"
She leaned up to his ear and whispered "That's just how we like you." She pressed her lips against his earlobe. Her voice sounded firm and passionate.
Luke felt a hand on the front of his clothes, gripping his cock through the cotton. He grew hard. There was a sudden rush of blood in his body, and his breathing grew deeper. Her hand became bolder. He hadn't cum that morning, and getting turned on was easy.
The spoon clattered inside the empty cereal bowl he was holding. He placed it on the counter, gripping the edge of the sink tightly to steady himself.
"Ana" he breathed out her name.
She opened his zipper and reached her hand inside. Luke felt her hand on the skin of his cock.
"That's so fucking good, sis." He groaned. She was curled around him, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other feeling the light growth of hair on his chest. The shirt he was wearing slipped from his body and fell to the ground beside him.
Feeling a strain in his cock, Luke leant back, resting against the counter, pushing his groin out towards his sister. Ana knelt down and pulled his cock out into the open air. He looked down at her, the image of a pure Christian girl - modestly dressed, impeccably behaved, and a flashing white smile - as she opened her mouth and began to suck on his cock.
He let out a deep sigh of pleasure. Her tongue moved slowly back and forth across the shaft, sending convulsions through him. She'd only just started, but it was his first cumshot of the day, and he felt it building quickly.
Above them, they both heard the sound of an door slamming shut. Ana jumped slightly, her mouth slipping from the head of his cock. Footsteps creaked on the floor, and his Mother's voice began shouting angrily.
His sister was looking up at him, questioningly. "Keep going" he said. She reached out and started massaging his balls. "They're not coming down yet, they're just arguing again."
Luke felt his sister's tongue wrap around the head of his cock and she began sucking. He leaned back and relaxed, feeling the tension in his groin dissipate, and the pressure begin to build inside him. The warmth inside him grew hotter, and in just a few minutes...
Another door opened upstairs. "ANA! You down there? Can you come and get the box of church stuff?" a voice called out.
"Mmfph" Ana snorted quietly, her mouth stuck around his cock.
"Now Ana!" the voice yelled.
With a small wet slap, her mouth popped from his cock and left it dangling in the open air. Luke groaned in frustration and reached down to pump it back to life. His sister was on her feet and wiping her mouth with her hand.
"You're not gonna leave me like this?" he said, desperately pumping harder, even as his cock began to deflate.
Ana walked to the door and flashed a pearl-white smile at him. "What's the matter bro? Your hand's got plenty of experience..." She smirked playfully, and left.
Alone in the stillness of the kitchen, Luke picked up his shirt from the floor. As he pulled it on, he noticed a stain on the cuff, and sighed loudly.
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Minutes later, Luke was in the bathroom, running the tap for a stain that refused to disappear. Through the door he could hear his family rushing around, and his mother calling "Please, everyone, get in the car!". He slid his phone from his pocket, and checked - not much time. As he put his phone back, it knocked his penis, still half-erect and very tender. He still felt horny.
With quiet creak, the door swung open. Seeing he was half-clothed, his Mother entered, apologizing. With the door open, he could hear Ana having a heated conversation with her father on the floor above. Tracey squeezed the door shut behind her, pressing her back to it and letting out an exaggerated sigh. Luke knew what that meant. He shut off the tap and laid down the shirt. His Mom was about to vent.
They looked at each other for a long moment, with just the muffled sounds of chaos in the background. Luke took in her appearance - she was wearing a white heels with an elegant summer dress that hugged her figure - modest and suitable for church, since it showed no cleavage, though it was daringly short. Around her neck she wore a necklace with chunky blue pebbles, nicely framing her styled blonde hair. Despite it's modesty, it was one of the MILF-iest outfit Luke had seen her wear.
"Every week I think it's harder and harder to get there by ten" she whispered to him.
"Just let me dry this cuff, then I'm ready" Luke said, as reassuringly as he could. "And if you need anything, just ask."
Her expression softened, and a small smile crept onto her lips. "Come here" she whispered, and reached out to pull him close. Wrapping her arms around his back, she crushed him into her cleavage. "You're a good son, did I ever tell you that?" she murmured.
"Never enough" he said back into her breasts. He pulled away to look at her. "Listen Mom-" he started.
"Now, don't ask me for anything" his mother said firmly, stepping up to the bathroom mirror. The room was tiny for a bathroom, and she had to squeeze her body around him, rolling her ass across his crotch, slowly. The short hem of her dress rode up, and he could see a hint of her panties. Luke's dick reacted immediately.
