Jacking & Jilling - A Sister's Lust
Chapter 4
Almost completely gratified for the first time in months, Sally revels in the warm afterglow of her first time blowing her brother, and sleeps soundly. Returning from work Monday evening, she surprises him with an amateur porn video, further fueling their mutual lust. Naked on the couch, Sally sucks Billy while he fingers her pussy. Overcome with desire, she straddles his erection, playing her labia up and down the length of it to make him climax, then rubs his semen all over her pussy and tits, using his cum to masturbate with. They take a break Tuesday, but he awakens her Wednesday morning by eating her pussy for the first time. Running late, she jacks him off in her waitress uniform, wishing she could remain naked instead, in bed with him all day.
The lunch rush was thankfully over, after getting its second wind around half past one. Sally and the other hostess, Lizzy, finally got everything into the back room for the dishwasher, who was smoking out back, on one of his many breaks. Sally wondered how long it had taken Billy to get out of her bed, and whether he had gotten himself off again before he did so, or in their shower. The thought of him playing with his cock played and replayed in her mind, and she wished it was time to go back to him.
Lizzy was older, mid-thirties, who was an easy conversationalist. Her body was husky though not fat, more like comfortably plump, though very well proportioned. Sally supposed that if she were a man, a certain
kind
of man, Lizzy would be great for a roll in the hay, or a backseat rendezvous. The ring on her left hand was ironic; that marriage had ended messily years ago, quite some time before Sally had donned her hostess uniform for the first time. Lizzy was the assistant manager, almost a diner mom to everyone at work, but with a wicked laugh and probing questions most moms would avoid with their progeny.
The two of them took the opportunity in the nearly empty diner to thoroughly clean off all of the tables, using the disinfectant/bleach combination the owner required on each one. It was routine and easy, taking less than twenty minutes between them. The faint clean and chemical sharpness of the bleach lingered in the air when they finished up. That task complete, they worked on other minor projects until the dinner rush started around four. Petra would arrive around three, taking over when Sally's shift ended at four-thirty.
In a lull between cleaning—
If you have time to lean, you have time to clean,
Mr. Dodson, the owner, always said—Sally and Lizzy grabbed two waxed cups filled with diet soda and ice, and without quite leaning took a break. A couple of minutes into the chat, Lizzy's green eyes took on a conspiratorial look. "So, Sally, who's the new guy in your life?" Her lips smiled in a curious but not quite actually prying way.
Sally froze.
Sure, Lizzy, been fooling around with my little brother. We've both been lonely and he sure can eat pussy...
"N-nobody, why?"
Lizzy's laugh was pure amusement. "C'mon, Sally! Just us girls here! You can tell me. You're coming in tired every morning, and
so
much more relaxed since British Boy left. So, stands to reason you're getting laid, right?"
"N-no, just getting better rest. My mom's out of town, and it's just so nice to get home and not have stuff to do."
Lizzy's green eyes were still merry, disbelief evident in them. "I'm not convinced. You're too happy and relaxed for it
not
to be sex, Sally!"
Fuck fuck fuck, I can't let her start thinking that. She'll tell everyone, and Mom will figure out it's me and Billy and wouldn't
that
just fucking suck...
Finally, two words crept out of her, shyly, and not entirely untrue. "New...toy..."
"The boy variety?"
"No, Lizzy. Look, Trevor's been out of my life since, what, February. I don't have time to date, since I'm trying to find a real job with regular hours, so... Mail order."
"So, not a mail order husband, a mail order dildo?" Gentle triumph was in her eyes, happy at gaining at least that admission from Sally.
"Not so loud!," she hissed, even though they were alone, then dropping her eyes toward the floor in faint shame. "Yeah, it's really...something."
"My experience is it either goes in, or on."
Sally remembered one she'd seen and considered buying in June. She didn't get it then, but it had been so tempting, though not on the level her brother was. "In. Both holes. And on..."
"What?" Lizzy leaned in, eagerness for more juicy information obvious on her face.
"The skinny prong goes in my ass, the thicker, longer one in my pussy, both vibrating. There's also a little vibrating hook...with two pieces that go on either side of my clit..." Sally mimicked a walking motion with her fingers, hoping the guilt she felt about her dalliance with her brother looked like guilt over her supposed acquisition.
To all appearances, the older woman bought the explanation. "So, you bought yourself a Three-Fer? Sounds...relaxing." A covetous smile curled her lips as she imagined the wonders of the device.
Sally sighed with embarrassment, and it occurred to her that was appropriate. "Yeah, charges off my desktop, and I'm using it most nights to get to sleep. An hour or so before bed..."
"So it works...as a sleep aid."
"And as a meat substitute!" Sally giggled with relief that her story had been acceptable, but it got her thinking along those lines the rest of the afternoon.
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She carried the plastic sack in, set her purse on the couch, and took her burden upstairs to her room. Billy was still out, either mowing lawns or with friends, so she had time to prepare. In her room she stripped, then took a quick shower, set to warm, switching the showerhead to a languid flow of warmth, not a stinging spray of watery needles ready to drive her to distraction. Even so, her nipples stiffened, her body doing its best to convince her to play under the water.
Resolutely, she left the shower wand in its place, and didn't lie back in the tub, aiming the spray of water at her tingling clit and pussy. Setting her jaw, Sally forced down her eager lust, intent on no orgasms until after Billy was home.
Instead, she showered thoroughly, her hands treating her breasts and bush almost chastely, then let the water run off her for two minutes after she turned it off. Patting herself dry with the towel, she felt pampered and luxurious, and laughed out loud with the thought of her plan.
Feel so fucking wicked I can't stand it!
Her skin was silky smooth, and just what she wanted for Billy.
Striding into her room, Sally dropped the towel on the floor, then went to the plastic bag that held her purchases. She pulled out the babydoll first. It was a sensuous, soft pink, sheer and so velvety her skin thrilled to the feel of the fabric shifting over her skin, arousing her deliciously. It had been tight over her underwear in the shop, so she knew it would fit smoothly, perfectly against her bare skin. The full-length mirror on her closet door confirmed it clung to her curves, and showed off her tits and ass, the latter almost totally uncovered, very well.
The front door opened, and she heard Billy's voice. Her spine went chilly.
What if he brought a friend over?
If someone else was here, she couldn't wander back down wearing only the babydoll, and a robe in the afternoon would raise almost as many questions.
At her door, barely ajar, ears keened for details, she finally realized the conversation was one-sided, over his cell. He rang off in a couple of minutes, and she shakily let out the breath she had held almost since he'd gotten home. Stepping out into the hall, Sally descended step by step, moving in as sexy and sultry a way as she could manage, drifting to a stop half-way down the staircase, fully visible with the bannister across her waist, the spindles casting iron shadows along her lower body. "Billy..."
He was almost in the kitchen and turned. "Hey, Sis..." Coming to an immediate stop, he looked her up and down. "Wow... Is that for me?"
She took two more steps down. "You know it, little brother. Head to toe..."
He looked at the bag in his hand, and turned again to the kitchen, then her, then the counter. "H-hold on..." Billy disappeared into the kitchen, and she heard the fridge open and shut, then he was back around the corner, gazing at her. "Sexiest sister ever..."
Sally beamed at him. "I was thinking, Billy, since we can't go all the way, you deserve special care, like a see-through nightie you can get me out of. Or not. I'd love for your hands and mouth to be all over me again tonight."
His mouth worked silently, then he spoke. "Sally, I love...undressing you. But that's so gorgeous I'm willing to leave you in it. So long as my lips and fingers can get into it easily."
She slunk gradually down the remaining steps, taking each one deliberately and seductively, then moved towards her brother. "I would love to have you get in everywhere you can, Billy. Of course, you should be naked. I never get tired of that..."
"Should we have dinner first, Sis?" His eyes were wide, drinking in her beauty, his mouth slightly open, panting.
She made a show of considering, then smiled. "No. Dessert first, little brother."
He closed the distance to her and grabbed her in a passionate embrace, their mouths hot on each other, and she undid his belt, sliding his jeans down to his knees. Billy kicked them off along with his sneakers. Sally raised his arms and slid his t-shirt over his head and off. Her hand found his erection swiftly, gloried in the feel of the thick flesh in her palms.
