He moved between her legs and forced them further apart. The hair on his legs tickled. He leaned over her and put one hand on the bed by her shoulder. Her breath was rapid and shallow. It wasn’t working. She was too excited to relax.
The tip of his cock touched her pussy and she jumped again. It was burning hot and she was terribly sensitive.
"Oh my God. I can’t believe we’re doing this," she said.
He started to say something. At the same time she felt the head of his dick press into her pussy. She knew it was big and would make her stretch, but she was not prepared for the sudden, searing pain. She flinched and gasped and he let up.
"Did that hurt?" he said.
She bit her lower lip. In the pit of her stomach was an uneasy panic, like part of a meal she could not digest. She watched his face. The burning desire was plain in his eyes, but in them there was also something more, something deeper.
"I’m not gonna do this if it’s gonna make you hurt. It’s not worth the risk. I like you too much," he said.
He started to get up. She grabbed his arm and hooked one of her heels behind his knee.
"Don’t leave. It doesn’t hurt that much. We might never get a chance to go this far again," she said.
He didn’t move, just watched her face, like he was unsure what to do next.
"I didn’t want to go anyway," he said.
He leaned over her again. His broad shoulders blocked the light, leaving her in the shadows. The head of his cock pressed harder at the opening of her cunt. She moaned behind her clenched teeth, straining to make her pussy open to let him in. Where was she going to find room for that huge thing?
Finally the head popped in and it all felt really good. She was panting, trying to catch her breath. Her pussy was stretched, but it was like she was being filled with the one thing that had been missing her whole life.
"Are you ok?" Ethan said.
"I’m fine," she said with a quick nod. It was too difficult to talk.
Somehow he had managed to fit the entire thing inside her. But when she reached down between their bodies, she was surprised to find how much more he still had out in the cold. Only a couple of inches were in her pussy. Where was it all going to go when she already felt so filled?
"Ethan. Where are you?" Mom shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
He froze.
"Shit," he said. He turned his head toward the door. "I’m in my room."
"Are you going to help me set up these tables? My party is already starting."
"I’ll be right down."
They were both very still, waiting to hear her footsteps coming up the stairs. He let out a big sigh.
"I gotta go," he said.
"I know."
He pushed himself up. The few inches of his cock that he had worked so hard to fit in her pussy came out again with a soft pop. The thick veins pulsated. The end of it glistened with her juices.
She sat up on her elbows to watch him dress. He put on some tight underwear that held his erection flat against his leg. He winced when he put them on like it was painful to make his dick bend to go in. He pulled his shorts up over the underwear, but his cock still showed like a ridiculously distended ridge that hung down the right leg.
"Bye," he said.
She felt a twinge inside when he turned and walked out of his room. She couldn’t even manage to smile. How hard was it to walk out when his sister was naked on his bed with her legs parted?
She could still feel him between her legs, could feel his weight on top of her, and his warmth. Her fingers touched her tender pussy lips. Most of all, she could still feel how his cock stretched her open. She was sore between her legs but it was a good sore, the kind of pain that made her feel like a woman and not just a girl. Maybe if she waited long enough he would come back and put his cock inside her again. Then he would cum inside her, and that would make her feel-
The doorbell rang. Who could that be? She hoped it wasn’t Iris coming back to take him from her. Or worse, Debbie.
The doorbell rang again and she remembered the party Mom was having in the back yard. She jumped off of Ethan’s bed and grabbed her jeans.
Ethan opened the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the patio. The stiffness of his dick strapped to his leg by the tight shorts made it difficult to walk, especially on the stairs. Mom was talking with an older lady over by the food table. They both looked when he came out. He crossed the yard to the last couple of folding tables that needed to be set up. He just finished setting up the first one when Mom put her hand on his shoulder.
"Ethan, honey, what were you doing in your room?" she said.
"Nothing. Why?" He reached for the second table.
"You must have been doing something. I can clearly see that you are aroused. I think you nearly gave Mrs. Phipps a heart attack."
"What do you mean?"
"Ethan, you have an erection," Mom said, and her voice was like the hiss of a snake.
He looked down at the front of his shorts. The long ridge that stood out against his leg was much more pronounced than he expected. He glanced across the yard at the older woman. Her face was red and she was trying not to look at him.
"Sorry," he said.
"You can’t come out here showing like that when I have a bunch of ladies coming over. What are they going to say when they see my son walking around with his penis hanging down in his shorts?"
He glanced past her at Mrs. Phipps again, who was trying not to look at him out of the corner of her eye. He could think of a few things the ladies might say, but he didn’t want to tell Mom.
"Whatever you were doing in your room you need to go back and finish. Do you want me to help you with it?" she said.
An image flashed in his mind of Mom helping to guide his dick between Pam’s spread legs into her warm, wet pussy, and he almost laughed.
"No. I can take care of it."
He turned toward the house. Mrs. Phipps’ eyes grew wide and she looked away quickly. His hands went to the front of his shorts to cover himself.
He opened the sliding glass door and went into the house just as Pam was leading a group of three ladies to the back yard. He panicked and reached for the nearest thing he could find, one of Mom’s magazines laying on the recliner. They said hello and he smiled and said hi back.
As soon as Pam closed the sliding glass door, she looked at him and said, "What’s wrong?"
"This," Ethan said and lowered the magazine to show her the bulge.
She covered her mouth with her hand and giggled.
"I know. I saw it when you left your room. It must be very uncomfortable."
"It hurts like hell. Mom told me I have to make it go away."
Pam’s hand dropped and her mouth hung open.
"Does she know what we were doing?"
He shook his head. "No. I don’t think so. She asked if I wanted her to help."
"Oh my God. No way," she said.
"Yeah. I’m not lying."
Pam shook her head. "That is so weird. You should get Mom to do it."
"I don’t think so."
"So what are you gonna do about that?" she said, pointing to the front of his shorts.
He shrugged. "I guess I’ll just jerk off."
"Can I help?" Pam said.
"Sure. Let’s go to your room this time."
She smiled. "Really? I never had a boy in my room before."
The doorbell rang and they both looked toward the front door.
"Shit. More guests," she said.
"You let them in. I’ll be in your room."
He went up the stairs and she opened the front door. Her room was across the hall from his. He stood in the doorway, looking around. She had lived there his whole life and he never saw her room. Her dresser, her night stand and her bed were all trimmed in purple and white. He was standing by her dresser, flipping through a teen magazine on top of a stack of magazines when she came back. Her cheeks were red and she had a big grin.
"Mom says she doesn’t need you anymore. All of her guests are here. That gives us a few minutes," she said.
"I hope that gives us enough time."
She dropped to her knees in front of him and started to unbuckle his belt.
"We don’t need that much time," she said.
She tugged his shorts down. His cock jumped out, nearly striking her cheek. Her eyes stared at it, like she had a yearning hunger for it deep in her stomach. She grabbed it and stuffed it in her mouth, without any of that soft licking and kissing, and tried to jam it down her throat, which only made her gag. His eyes rolled shut and he groaned. How stupid of him not to realize that she wanted it that badly. If he had known she could suck on it like that he never would have kept it from her for so long.
She took it out of her mouth and wiped away the drool with the back of her hand. She was panting, and still staring at it. A string of saliva hung from the head. She licked it up and smothered the head between her lips with a wet slurping noise.
"Ethan, I really like your thingie," she said in a deep, raspy voice like she had been a smoker for years.
"My what?"
She looked up to his face. "Your thingie? I mean your penis."
He chuckled. "You can call it my dick, or my cock."
"Whatever you call it, I really like it. I think you should. I dare you to do it."
"Dare me to what?"
"I dare you to ask Mom to suck your cock."
He opened his mouth to speak, but she stuffed the end of his cock into her mouth again. Her head bobbed rapidly over it, leaking drool and saliva that ran down the shaft to her hand, which she was using to pump him at the same time. Her jaw was open so wide her face looked elongated, and the shaft of his cock stretched her lips like she was trying to swallow a tree.
She paused for a minute, panting hard. Her cheeks puffed out. Her eyes looked way up to his face and blinked a few times. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and thrust her head forward. The head of his cock plunged to the back of her mouth. She had one hand around the shaft and one hand around the back of his thigh to hold herself down on it. The sides of his shaft scraped against her molars, which was a little painful, but he was certain he could feel her throat open and start to swallow the head of his cock.
He put his hands on either side of her head and his fingers nearly interlaced. She only had about three inches of his cock. It was so tempting to hold her head tight and force his hips forward and drive the rest of it down her tight throat until her nose was pressed flat against his belly. That would probably put his cock right into her stomach. He could pump her full of cum.
But her eyes were already bulging out of her head, her cheeks were puffed out, huffing for air, and the veins on her neck were popping out like they were ready to burst. If he fed the last nine inches of cock down her throat he would certainly strangle her. How would he explain that to Mom?
He groaned and let go of her head. His knees gave out and he fell backward into the chair in front of the dresser. Pam’s head went with him like his cock was stuck in her mouth. She screamed around it, although it muffled her scream, then it came out of her mouth with a pop and a splatter of saliva.
For a moment he was afraid he had ripped her teeth out. She was bent over on her hands and knees, coughing furiously and dripping saliva into the carpet.
