In the morning, Dad was still sleeping. Mom came into my room after knocking. She was carrying some laundry which I had left in the dryer. Normally she would leave it until she could use the machines after work.
"Mom?" I sat up in bed, stretching my arms high.
She spoke softly. "I shouldn't have run out like that, yesterday. I'll say more later, but I was dealing with personal stuff. It had nothing to do with you." She dropped the clothes on my desk, for me to fold, and left.
Nell knocked seconds later. "What was that about?"
"Clothes. Step in and fold them for me." I spoke somewhat lordly and grinned."
"You are a persistent piece of shit." She continued to stand in the doorway.
"Resistance is futile." I said robotically.
Her lips pressed together and she looked at the carpet. "Yeah, about that..."
I shut my trap and waited politely.
"After Mom leaves, would you come to my room?"
"What about Dad?" He often didn't leave for work until Nell was already headed to college. "What about my classes?"
"Dad won't bother us." Nell looked serious. "Except to taunt me through the door." Father would forever dismiss the chance that his precious daughter might entertain his wicked son in any way immoral. Dad knew better, but he would play the doting father role until Mom buried him.
Nell didn't bother to remind me, that with my grades and attendance, I could afford to skip a couple morning classes.
"Okay." I was already feeling randy at the possibilities. Nell may have been pretending meekness, but I'd go with that fantasy any day!
She slipped back into the hall and gently closed the door.
I showered, dressed, ate breakfast, and even opened a history text on my computer, waiting for Mom to leave. Apparently what she promised to say later would be much later. She passed my open door, in her work clothes. The door to the garage soon opened. There was a dull roar of a truck engine, fading as it backed out until the garage's entrance ratcheted shut.
I went to Nell's door. I didn't knock but I didn't barge in. I opened it slightly. "Nell?" I whispered. "I don't think Dad heard me."
"You're not a complete waste of his sperm." She invited me.
I slipped in and closed the door. I stood trying not show my raging desire to take control of my bombshell sister. "What did you want?"
She got up and walked to me. Her hands reached for the waistband of my trousers. "I'm tired of tiptoeing around my stupid weakness." She unbuttoned it and then unzipped me. "If you would just back off on your lame, dom-shit, we could simply enjoy a good time together."
My big sister had risen above any concern for incest. She wanted my big dick without complicating factors.
I didn't stop her, but I told her. "Nell, if it weren't for my dom, bullshit, I would continue being your little brother who did whatever you told him. You still don't get it."
"Fudge." She faux swore, reeling her hands from the sky blue boxers they'd revealed. She clamped them on her hips. "I 'got' that, two blowjobs ago, Craig." Frustration diminished her posture.
"Technically, only one." I had to fight for every win against her.
She crossed her arms in front of her dark blue turtleneck and glared at me.
If I pushed her boundaries her barriers would only strengthen. Or maybe she would submit but harbor greater disgust at my demands.
"What if I meet you halfway today, Sis?"
"How?" She was in no position to enforce her preferences.
"I'll eat out your pussy, if you lick my boner and wank on it."
"You don't want me to suck on it?" She was suspicious.
"I want you kneeling before me when you suck my cock."
"Pffft." She nearly spat! "Get out of my room."
Just my luck, Dad, on his way down the hall, overheard her. "Craig, are you vexing your sister?"
I froze. "Probably?" I shrugged at an equally surprised Nell. "I'm coming right out." I turned to the door and reached for its knob.
A pretty hand grabbed my shoulder. "Nah, Dad, I was just giving him shit."
"Sometimes you vex me, Nelda." Dad ambled away.
Nell's disgust returned. Her eyes made me want to crawl out. "I don't want to be horny all day." She confessed.
"Well -- good luck with that. Have your privacy." I turned the doorknob, but before I could tug it open, she tugged me away from the door. My hand slipped off of the knob. I wasn't that determined to leave. The knob spun, returning its bolt to the catch. I had to step back to catch my balance.
"What do I have to do to get you to rub my clit with your dick head?"
A slight sense of control began inflating my ego and my cock. I had to tease. "Which dick head are you talking about?" I licked my lips slowly.
"The smarter one." Nell went to her bed and sat on the closest corner. She unfastened her brown slacks while her eyes stared at the bulge in my boxers.
The fact that she was willing to negotiate, encouraged me. I had to choose wisely, what to make her do that she wouldn't automatically agree to.
"Let me tie your hands above your head and to the post in the opposite corner." I tried.
"Bondage is a new tact for you, Li'l Bro." She mulled it over. "If I say stop, you stop, though. Otherwise I'll kick your junk to a bloody pulp."
Never underestimate the power of a woman's legs.
She wasn't finished. "If you make my hands turn blue, I will cut you in your sleep." Her hand pushed down her slacks until they surrounded her ankles. Her groin was decorated by a damn sexy, orange pair of silk panties with a slit for her slit.
My dick picked up its pace of perkiness. "I wouldn't want that either, Sis. Your handjobs are a gift from the gods."
She actually snorted. Her follow-up surprised me though. "I trust you, Brother." Then she caught herself. "But I'm probably too horny to know better." She lay on her back and crossed her wrists above head, readying herself.
The closest thing to rope in her room were printer cables. They looked like they might hurt. To protect her crossed wrists, I wrapped my trousers around them before tying the power cord around them and knotting it. "How does that feel?" I tested it with a few jerks and tugs.
Her fingers gave me a double birdie, and she sneered. I tied one end of the longer, thinner cable to the power cable and hauled her arms up to the opposite post, stretching her hot body across her bed's diagonal. Her hips rested on the edge of one side.
Looking down the length of my partially disrobed sister, pausing to ogle her turtleneck covered tits jutting from her stretched figure, I noticed she was staring at my crotch which just happened to be near her face. The tip of my fat boner peeped out of my boxers' waistband. I imagined that I could have stretched her on a medieval torture rack without her caring, as long as she got to stare at a portion of my prick.
I crawled off of the bed and stepped around until I was standing between her widespread knees. "Damn, you must have dressed for some action, this morning. Love the panties."
Her reply threw me for another loop. "I wore them for you." Her face reddened.
The maximum amount of blood that could cram into my dick, surged it to full hardness in that instant. To reward her, I thrust down my boxers and staggered forward, giving her a full view of the tower towering from my loins.
My feet stopped at the raveled pile of her brown slacks. My boxers touched them, linking our loosely bound ankles. "Thank you, Sis." I said with heated breath. I sank down, bending my knees, but her orange clad pussy was too high for me to kneel. That's what I thought at first, but her panties were right at the edge of the bed corner. When my knees rested on the carpet, my dick was just long enough to reach the slit in her naughty underwear. I took my blood sausage in hand and spanked her crotch!
"Rrrrgghh!" Nell had waited too long to feel my prick against her body. It wasn't an orgasm but a groan of frustration satisfied. "Fuck it, Craig." She told me in the breathy voice I had used.
She did not want me to fuck her. At least I was pretty sure she had spoken in a vulnerable moment. We had agreed only to knock erogenous zones. I spanked her panties a few more times, my grin growing. My eyes blazed from the heat within me. She grunted each time but didn't repeat her demand.
Feeling in charge, I spread the slit in her panties and scooped my dick's head along the groove in her half bald slit. Nell had trimmed the pubes around her slit, but left a neat, dark triangle pointing at her clit. I knocked on her doorbell, so to speak. Her hips wrenched in response. "It doesn't just look big." She breathed, her eyes partially glazed over as she stared down her turtleneck. She licked her lips. "I really want a good fucking, Bro, but you just keep slapping that meat on Big Sis' steaming cunt."
