Obsessed with cum.
Note: All characters are 18 or older. This is a work of fiction. Enjoy.
We had a normal family, three kids, mother and father; lived in the suburbs. I was 3 when my father died. I had no idea what happened at the time, just one day he was around and one day not. When I was old enough, our mother explained that there was a faulty piece of machinery that exploded and killed him in an instant. No pain, no suffering - just gone. Turns out the company knew about it and we won a very healthy lawsuit against them.
My father also had the presence of mind to have significant life insurance. My mother, bless her, never spoiled us. We never went without, but I wasn't given a corvette when I passed my drivers exam, my two sisters weren't flooded with jewelry either. Like I said, we lived a normal life. At least, it
was
normal.
My older sister, Jen, twenty one years old, was a complete nerd. Check off all the boxes - large glasses, big baggy long sleeve shirts and sweaters, always reading. She had dirty brown hair - ran in the family, she was a little over 5' tall. My younger sister was old for her class. She turned eighteen in the beginning of the school year and is looking forward to school finishing up in two months. She adored her older sister and tried to mimic her all the time. They could have passed as twins except Aimee loved to wear pony tails.
I was more like my father, smart enough to make school fairly boring, semi-athletic, and from what I learned later on - a complete horn ball. I was only 5'9, 19yrs old, average looking, but kept up with my local soccer team to stay in shape.
Our Mother, Linda, was your standard soccer mom. She was cute for a middle-aged woman, friendly with the other team moms, and definitely a cheerleader in all three of our lives. She had a part time job - at the local library to keep busy. We didn't need the money but she felt it was a good idea to show a work ethic.
To that end, we all had chores. I took on the role of most of the heavy work - mowing the lawn, shoveled snow, etc. Linda also thought it would be a good idea that we all learned to cook, so every week we had a breakfast schedule and a dinner schedule - someone would cook, someone would clean up.
Jen made the best meals. She was methodical. Aimee couldn't cook for shit but she made some of our basic favorites like grilled cheese, macaroni and cheese, etc. My mother still had all the classics - lasagna, meatloaf, chicken fettuccini. And, hold on to your breeches - I cooked on the grill. There was something satisfying with the fire, the peace outside, and the meat. We had a good group dynamic. Everyone got along. There was rarely any animosity or fighting. We even had game nights - poker, monopoly, hide and seek (till we got older).
I spent most of my high school years trying to be as sneaky as I could be with my porn. It didn't take me long to become a complete autist in organization. I had folders for everything, blonde, brunette, threesome, incest, facials, ass. You name it, I had a folder. Somewhere in my first year of online college I became obsessed with incest.
I started noticing my sisters more and more. The way they flowed through a room instead of stomping - the way their jaws moved as they ate - the way they always smelled good. It soon had me hard all the time. I thought I was pretty good at hiding my staring and frequent bulges - certainly the girls didn't ever mention it. At night I'd jerk off to all my depraved fantasies of them.
I was showering one day - in one of our two bathrooms (my mother got one all her own). And the irresistible urge to jerk off over came me. I was getting closer and closer and a dirty though flitted across my addled brain = cum in the conditioner bottle... I never used it, it was refillable... and the thought of my sisters bathing in my cum was too much. I popped open the cap just in time to let a torrent of dirty thoughts and cum flood into the container. I came so hard I literally had to sit down to recover.
I got out of the shower still thinking horny thoughts. I got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. Aimee was serving - so cereal and toast. I didn't blame her, I often served the same - periodically I'd make scrambled eggs. I noticed Aimee was watching me eat today, something she normally doesn't do. I looked up to ask her what's up, but she lowered her head, obviously not interested in talking at this moment as she stuffed a piece of toast in her mouth. The toast was better than normal, maybe because I was still high on hormones from earlier.
I had some work to do for school and then headed off to soccer practice. Jen bummed a ride to the library to research some school project of her own and hang with mom. Who knows what Aimee was up to - her last year of high school and she wasn't in any school related functions. She did hang out with a few of her girlfriends and the mall, so I figured she'd likely waste Friday afternoon with them after school.
Jen had her typical baggy clothes on and looked like she was completely off in space. I took a few quick looks anyway - who knows what might be visible; nothing today. She thanked me and hopped out of the car. Her baggy shirt had ridden up a little high and her pants a little low - so I got a super quick top-of-the-ass view. She had pale smooth skin and nice curves. Spank bank.
After practice, I came home, had a quick shower where I seriously contemplated filling up that conditioner jar some more. I resisted the urge but got out of the shower super horny and hard as a rock. It was then that I saw the girls' toothpaste. Was everything refillable here?
It was beyond insane but the fantasy was too much to resist. I pulled the toothpaste apart and in a mere three strokes shot what felt like a gallon of cum into the container. I used the straw to mix it up and almost felt like I needed to cum again thinking my sisters would be brushing their teeth with my cum.
I don't remember what was for dinner, but I know both girls showered and brushed their teeth for bed that night. They slept in the room next to mine but it was damn near soundproofed. I had tried listening in when I was younger but I never could hear anything. I waited a bit but then had to jerk off again thinking of that toothpaste.
The next day, still no mention, no dirty looks, no police at the front door. I had gotten away with it. This fueled my fantasy, not slowing it. I started thinking at the table, eating an omelet with cut up sweet peppers and cheese. I think Jen had made breakfast today. It was also very good but I was almost euphoric with my plans and missed Jen looking my way.
I needed more - something direct. It was Saturday and I decided pizza would be a good way to further feed my sisters my cum without them knowing. I ordered a large fully loaded pizza and made sure we had plenty of ranch dressing. I also ordered When Harry Met Sally. Watching an orgasm while eating on screen while eating my ranch mixed cum had a certain devilish appeal to me.
