C 19 Permanent Lift 01

My younger, nineteen year old brother was driving me crazy with his obvious insensitivity over the two months he'd been home during the summer holidays. I am a twenty-five year old school teacher, so I was also at home. I couldn't understand how he failed to not know how utterly vulgar and disturbing it was, always walking around the house with a permanent lift, yes, a hard-on of varying proportions. Nobody could be that dumb. I can't count the number of times I simply felt like slapping him across his head. I'd seen it now and then over the years; it's expected in a young man. But suddenly it was there in my face every day, every turn I make. I know mommy noticed it too. I've seen her look and quickly look away. But neither of us mentioned it to the other.

One day I found it really overbearing and got damned pissed off, maybe for a more personal reason; me and my boyfriend had split a few weeks before the summer school break, and I'd decided that I wasn't going to date anybody for a while, maybe for the rest of the year. Just start anew in the new-year, with a careful eye out for egotistical assholes like the one I'd just left. Despite growing hornier as the weeks went by without sex, I was steadfast in my resolve -- no dating -- so it was highly annoying trying to be chaste, and right there in your own home there's someone walking round openly with a hard cock day after day, making you think of sex; evoking from you memory times of you lying on your back taking good dick. Mommy was not home from work yet, so I decided to let him have a piece of my mind.

"Sidney, you're not a little boy anymore, you're a young man. You're old enough to know it's not appropriate walking around the house all the time in the presence of your big sister and mother with an erection. At least, try to hide it if it's so hard to keep down," I said, trying to sound reasonable and mentioning mom in the hope that would jolt him.

He shrugged and looked at me with a blank face, "What my erection got to do with de two of y'all?"

"I just told you boy, it's inappropriate and annoying," I said, still trying to be calm.

"It's not annoying to me, and I don't see anything wrong; It's natural."

"Sidney, It's not annoying to you because it's yours. What if I or mommy walk around all the time with our breasts outside or only wearing panties with the ... outline of our ... our ... vaginas showing, wouldn't you find that inappropriate?" I asked

"Nope, Y'all ain't ugly or flabby." He said snickering.

I felt like screaming at the little fucker. It was as If he was deliberately trying to get me mad.

"You had better learn to keep it down or someday somebody might grab it and pull it off," I said, laughing, despite being so mad.

"Somebody like who," he asked.

"Somebody like me ... try me and you'll see ... keep walking around with it like that and one of these days I'll just reach out and grab it off ... like a banana from off a bunch."

"You grab mine, and I'll grab yours ... fair is fair," he said.

"I don't have anything like that for you to grab, bro."

"I'll grab whatever you have down there," he said, looking straight between my thighs with a lingering gaze.

I was wearing short spandex tights, and no doubt was showing a bit of camel toe, or a little bump at least. His eyes, fastened where they were, made me briefly twitch down there and I quickly, mentally, beat away the emotion if you can call it that.

"You wouldn't dare, Sidney ... I'm your big sister ... don't play fresh with me boy ... you just know your place," I declared, livid at him for even thinking such a thing, and also with myself for having felt, even though only, briefly, the heat of his eyes on my crotch.

He shrugged and walked away.

Two days later, again while mommy was at work, the brazen little fucker walked past me wearing only, old and worn, slack boxer briefs, with what looked like about seven inches of hard cock pushing out the thin fabric. I became filled with rage, convinced that he was doing this shit deliberately for some kind of perverse satisfaction. I turned around, ran behind him and grabbed the hard tool. The feel of it in my hands, I'll admit, sent a shiver of longing through me, and when he reached out and grabbed me behind the back with one hand and with the other, cupped my already twitching pussy through the soft, stretch shorts I was wearing, I nearly relented to the touch of pleasure and shock caused by his massaging hand. Before I could lose control to feelings, I raised my hand and knocked his away from my crotch. It wasn't until he started grinning and looking down at his mid-section I realized that I had somehow forgotten to let go of his throbbing cock as I had intended after knocking away his hand. I dropped it like it was a hot rock

"Sidney ... what the hell ... that's gross and disrespectful ... I'm your sister, boy," was all I could manage to say through trembling lips, as my legs also trembled under the pressure of awakened erotic longings.

"So it alright fuh you to grab me cock, but not alright fuh me to grab you pussy ... fuck off Shirley," he said.

"Boy, mind your language ... who you think yuh talking to ... right now I am mad at you for what you did ... don't make it worse ... yuh better pray I don't tell mommy," I said weakly, so shocked was I. But I saw his steps falter when I mentioned mommy.

For the rest of the afternoon and evening, I noticed his unease, which continued throughout the next day well into night. But when he realized that I hadn't said anything to mommy he relaxed.

Then came the announcement from the government about the Covid 19 curfew, lockdown and social distancing. Some civil servants, mommy was one, did their work from home. We made two trips, a week apart, to do shopping, and stocked up with at least three months of vital supplies. Vegetables, we bought from farmers' vans that passed through our neighborhood. We went nowhere after that, except for mom to cash monthly dependents voucher checks from our late father's pension. Sidney was his usual walking-erection self, day and night.

The days went by with me growing increasingly horny because of voluntary chastity and Sidney flaunting his manhood. Mommy used to be a hairdresser, so because of hair salons not being available, mom did both my and Sidney's dreadlocks, twisting the new growth into locks to keep it neat. One day I was sitting opposite mommy and Sidney, reading a book and occasionally looking at them as mommy did his hair. Mom was sitting on the sofa, legs spread and dress hitched way up her thighs. Sidney was between her thighs, sitting on the floor as her fingers worked over his hair. I saw the little fucker deliberately raise his arms up and run them along mom's smooth, fifty year old slim-thick chocolate thighs, bracing inappropriately against them, his elbows reaching way up the inner softness. He was obviously titillating himself at his mother's expense. I looked between his legs and saw the moving tent. I could have screamed at him, but for mommy's sake held my peace.

Later that day, when mommy was out of hearing I accosted him in the kitchen and laughingly said:

"You are really not going to make an effort to keep that thing down, eh ... what's really wrong with you?"

"You want it down, you make it go down, Shirley, it not a problem to me," he said blank faced.

He stared at my firm, high C-cup breasts under the thin, close camisole. I felt my nipples grow hard under his bold stare. His eyes then travelled slowly down to my slim-thick thighs, a slightly smaller replica of my mommy's. Her breasts, on the other hand, were smaller than mine. I sucked my teeth and walked away from him, knowing he was ogling my thick ass and thigh backs hugged by thin light green leotards.

The next day Mommy went to cash her voucher, which meant she would be away for a minimum of two hours at the least. I decided the time had come to teach Sidney a lesson, once and for all, one way or the other. I went up to my room and took off the skirt I was wearing and my tank top, remaining only in white lace, boy-shorts panties. I came down and paraded in front of him in the living room for about ten minutes, finding one thing after the other to fix right.

Finally, I said, "You don't find how I am dressed, offensive and disgusting?"

"No, because you're hot ... yuh got nice boobs ... and a fat pussy ... nothing offensive in that ... actually I enjoying it."

His words just made my pussy begin to spring water. His eyes moved from boobs to crotch repeatedly.

"But I'm your big sister, Sidney," I said, pleading to his morals and pleading to save myself from what I was feeling and thinking.

"Doesn't matter, you're beautiful and thick ... you make my cock hard," he said, eyeing me up unashamedly, causing me to get wetter between my thighs and lighter in the head.

I drew a deep breath and decided to offer up a compromise that had suddenly sprung to mind, even as I was asking myself 'who do you think you're fooling?' Because the fact was, I wanted cock, period. If I gave him anything -- a hand job was what I had in mind -- it might very well lead to everything, judging from the way I was feeling. And If I let him fuck me then, there'd be no preventing myself from doing it again and again. I decided to give it a try, promising myself to hold steady and not take the giant leap.

"You said the other day if I want it to go down, I have to make it go down ... Well here's the deal ... I'll make it go down this once and you'll try to keep it down from now on, okay ... Its not nice you being like this all the time around me and mommy ... we have a deal?"

"Sounds alright to me," he said, unbridled excitement in his eyes.

I kneeled down in front of him and dragged his shorts down, freeing the hard, vein-laced brown cock. I dragged his shorts all the way off, threw it behind my back and began pumping his rod furiously. He sighed heavily and leaned back, eyes closed. I gripped the joy stick real hard and pumped away, sometimes pulling it down and shifting angles, like gears. I filled my hand with saliva to better give him a tender feel, telling myself, 'yeah girl, you can do this and get this thing over with once and for all'. But then I felt his toes wriggling in my wet crotch and shortly after he straightened up and leaning forward, took both of my big breasts in his hands and began feeling them up -- massage would be too mild a word. I knew right then I was a goner. I slipped off my wet panties, turned around and got on knees and elbows on the soft carpet.

"Make it go down inside me baby brother."

He grabbed me around the hips and pulled me closer as he slid to the edge of the sofa. I felt his cock slide into my pussy, and I let out a loud: Oooooooooh! I felt him take one thigh at a time and lift my legs onto the chair, leaving me balanced on elbows on the floor. He began pounding my pussy with neat little jabs. I cried out:

"Aiiiiiiiiiiieeee ... Unnnnnnnh!"

As he slid back and forth in my wet passage, with quick jerking strokes I found myself wondering where in hell and when, he'd acquired the sexual know-how he was displaying. His brazen behavior throughout the episode leading up to me being on my elbows taking his hard cock, could be understood; driven by an over active libido he just went head on for what he wanted by showing his need. But now, putting me so easily into this position that no man had ever placed me in, was more than just imagination; this was the work of someone accustomed to sexual experimentation. I didn't dwell on that too long, though, the feel of the hard young cock moving up in me after going without any for months was so sweet, I just surrendered my thoughts and emotions to that and that alone

Without breaking contact Sidney eased me back to the floor onto all fours and pounded me vigourously until to my surprise, and pleasure, he stood up, and lifting me under the thighs, up with him, held me like a wheel barrow. I'd heard girlfriends talk about the wheelbarrow pose, but had never experienced it before now. Smiling at the creativity of my little brother, I indulged him by walking across the floor on my hands while he fucked me from behind adeptly. When I could no longer remain like that I told him, and he let me down. I went to the sofa and sat on it bringing my fat ass to the edge and leaned back. He moved toward me his dick sticking out menacingly. He kneeled down, but instead of sticking his cock back in my pussy as I expected, he attacked it with his mouth, licking the engorged, clean shaven lips, inside and outside, tasting my juices, before sending his tongue as deep as it could go inside my pink privacy.

He probed and wriggled his seemingly experienced tongue in my deep pink, sending me wild with pleasure, and when he moved to my clit and stared licking and sucking on it I felt my orgasm coming on. I grabbed his head to keep it in place, and not let the moment of explosion slip away. When I came and my body started to jerk, he held my thighs, keeping his mouth on me, but under the pressure of the big O and the accompanying increased sensitiveness of my tingling clit, I couldn't bear for it to be touched. I squealed and pushed him off, as I jerked spasmodically.

When my body finally became still and I lay panting, he pulled me up by the hands and led me to his room. I went willingly and happily. I threw myself on the bed and spread my juicy, slim-thick thighs as wide as I could, almost in a perfect split, and smiling, beckoned him with a crooked finger. He got between my legs and entered me. Placing his hands under my knees and pressing them back to keep me wide in the split, he went deep, to the hilt, and started rolling his hips and grinding against my squashed lips.

He remained buried deep in me and grinding, for some time, leaning over and licking my neck, shoulders and my armpits, then sucking my bubbies endearingly, as if fearful they may break off. He rose his body up and started pumping fast while panting like a puppy. I looked up and saw him grimacing with lips spread and teeth clamped together, eyes closed tight. I reached up and firmly tweaked both of his nipples, and suddenly his slim, muscular body jerked, stiffened and then began jerking again a he sent spurt after spurt of semen in me. at the first sign of him coming, I almost told him to pull out, but just as suddenly changed my mind, thinking, what the fuck, fill me up with cum, boy. So I relaxed and let his throbbing and squirting cock send everything it had into me. And it felt so fucking good, I started laughing. He was laughing too.

We remained in bed, silent, communicating only by way of hands and mouths seeking and caressing body parts. He turned me over onto my belly and with me laying straight and flat, legs just slightly spread, he pulled aside my fluffy cheeks and entered me smoothly. He rode me for a long time in that position, till we were both sweating profusely. He seemed to be getting some extra pleasure out of bouncing on his sister's fat ass cheeks, and did it with gusto, sometimes chuckling boyishly as he made deliberate, hard bounces. I bucked and bounced back nicely under him, to match his rhythm and enthusiasm for my pussy and bouncy ass.

"I could bounce on this batty forever ... just stay right heah fuh life," he said.

But he didn't get to stay there for life, because shortly after his body shook forcefully and he began cumming. He kept plugging away after cumming, and maybe a minute after, I was cumming too. I lay panting and sweating and reveling in the afterglow, while thinking about the future and how I was gonna handle this new shift in relationship with my little brother. He got up and went to his desk and picked up his phone. He sat on his chair and smiling at me began texting away, saying he'd missed some messages from his friend up the road a few houses away, while we were downstairs fucking. The last bit his exact words, which for some weird reason, taking into consideration all we'd done in the last hour and a half, caused me to blush and look away girlishly.

He got up and said he was going to the bathroom to take a shower. I told him I'd better go downstairs and pick up our shed underwear, in case mommy should suddenly pop in. I went to his open door to throw in his shorts and my eyes fell on his phone. Curiosity got to this pussy cat. I was suddenly curious as to why he'd go look at his phone and begin texting so shortly after having good sex with his sister. It hadn't gone blank as yet so I didn't have to worry about password. I clicked on messages and began reading. Immediately, my heart beat like a drum inside my chest and my fingers went cold. My legs trembled uncontrollably.

Sidney: Hey bro, you know I'd being playing my sister the way you did yours. Finally, it worked. I banged her today. Thanks for showing me the way.

Tom: Congrats, how was it?

Sidney: Super, man that pussy is fine ... the best ... and you should see her ass, it's a gem. I could live on it, not to mention inside, if she goes that way.

Tom: Maybe you could hook me up to see the gem of an ass ... you know I've always admired that thick backside of hers ... and taste the fine pussy ... remember if it wasn't for me ..."

Sidney: lol, nah, I know you always wanted it, but don't expect help from me ... I aint sharing that pussy ... that shit too good!

Tom: Better than Ms. Audrey, and Ms. Ellen? ... You said they were good, but you shared ... and I shared Angela and Beatrice with you ... Let's keep the spirit man.

Sidney: Fuck you, I ain sharing ... I won't get in yuh way if yuh try, but ... and I had to work on Angela, all you did was not get in the way when I dropped by. I'll do the same for you ... You want her, work for her.

Tom: Lol. So yuh goin work on yuh mom now, then?

Sidney: Boy, it's tempting, but I don't think I could go that far.

Tom: Don't chicken out now man, take this to the max ... It work for me, It will work for you ... believe me, moms are the best ... and when yuh hit Shirley again, try knocking at the back door, ha, ha.

Sidney: That backdoor knock sounds good. That far I would go. Ok bro, we'll chat later, and thanks again.

I exited messages and flew out the room. Those two wicked little fuckers; I was played big time. A twenty-five year old secondary school teacher neatly played by two nineteen year olds. But I was fucked well -- better than any time I could remember, so I simply smiled and shook my head. I reached for my phone and sent Sidney a text, just so he wouldn't be suspicious if he came out the bathroom and saw his screen still lit. I knew all the ladies mentioned -- Angela was Tom's eldest sister, in her mid-thirties and divorced. Rumor had it she liked her drinks. Ms. Audrey and Ms. Ellen were also married women who lived in the street. Audrey was in her mid-forties, and Ellen was nearing sixty. Beatrice was about twenty, and lived right next door to Tom. She was known to be a bit wild. My brother and his good friend were surely playing the diverse field, and both at such a tender age. Maestros of sex, I thought, and smiled.

My text to Sidney read: If you're still 'up' tonight, bro, leave your door open and I'll come help you get 'down'.

Shortly after I sent the text, mommy came home. It wasn't long before Sidney was up to his hard self again, smiling at me mischievously every time our eyes locked. Later in the evening, Sidney went to bed earlier than usual. Half an hour later mommy got up to go to her room too. I let a further half hour go by before I went to Sidney's.

Feeling daring, I'd slipped out of my room completely naked. It was just a matter of stepping out of mine and turning to the right and reaching for his door knob, because of how the rooms were situated. Between our rooms and mommy's were a hall way, the bathroom and another living room/study. Mommy's room was a big master bedroom, running across from one end of the house to another.