The girl dropped to her knees and worked at unbuckling my belt. My erection, which pressed against the inside of my pants, gave her an indication of the prize that awaited. Finally, her efforts paid off and my buckle hit the floor, my underwear followed close behind. She licked her lips and I smiled as she gently wrapped her hand around my hard appendage.
"You're so hot," she whispered.
"Then you better cool me off."
The words sounded like a bad porno, but I didn't care, they were working. Her tongue pressed hard against my shaft as she began to lick me like a melting ice cream. She looked up and pouted, "I'm having trouble, can you help me?"
My smile widened as I said, "Of course."
I slid a hand into her hair and pulled tight, her mouth opening wide. My other hand grasped my thick cock and aimed it at her waiting tongue.
"You've got the best cock ever," she said as her lips closed around me.
She moaned and grunted as I fucked her face, my orgasm racing toward her throat. Quicker than I wanted, my back arched and I drove deep into her wet passage.
I took a deep breath as I sat up in bed, moaning as the sensations rolled across my slim sun-kissed skin. As my body finished shaking, I looked up to find my sister, Victoria, standing over me. I turned red as she watched the spot on my underwear grow larger. Vic was brilliant, but in a way that scared me a little, as though I were a bug under a microscope.
"You orgasmed in your sleep. What were you dreaming about?"
"I was dreaming you knocked for once and it was so amazing I came all over myself."
"That's the fourth dream like that this week."
"You're keeping track?"
"Yes. You also seem to masturbate more than I would expect from a man of your age."
"I'm twenty-four, hardly much older than you."
"Hmm. Exactly how often do you crave sexual activity?"
The way she asked it wasn't accusatory, but as if she were a doctor putting a note in my chart.
"Vic, it's too early in the morning for this."
She looked at me for another long moment then looked at my crotch again before disappearing into the hallway. I shook my head as I grabbed my clothes and ran through my morning routine.
How often do you crave sexual activity?
The question reverberated in my mind as I showered.
All the time
, was the answer my body kept screaming back. At least that's what my ex Dana thought when she left me.
I could still remember the last thing she said before she walked out. "Dammit, Alex, I'm not a fucking machine, you can't live between my legs. I'm not built like that. I know you're looking for someone, and I really hope you find her one day."
She was right
, I thought,
I couldn't get enough.
In my heart of hearts, I knew that wasn't the whole truth. The truth was, the sex with Dana was plentiful and good, but not everything I thought it should be. Something was missing and I thought if I fucked her often enough I'd find whatever I was looking for, but I never did. All my efforts did was leave me frustrated, and her sore.
Oh well
, I thought as I jacked off in the shower,
guess we can't always get what we want.
My second orgasm of the morning took a little longer since I'd woke up cumming in my underwear, but when it finally happened I felt relaxed enough to start the day.
Even with the AC on in the house, I could tell the morning was warm and only go up as the day continued. It was summer and I really wanted to get the lawn mowed before the temperatures got too high. I was twenty-four, and still lived at home while I finished my last few semesters of college. I didn't have a job, Mom said I need to concentrate on my studies, so to repay her, I took care of all the issues around the house. My sister, who had recently not only graduated college with her Bachelor's degree in Psychology but had also just turned eighteen, couldn't care less about helping around the house.
Finally dressed, I went into the kitchen looking for a bite of breakfast before braving the sunny weather. When I entered, I was happy to find Mom hadn't left yet. I loved spending time with her, but between her job and my classes, we didn't get to see each other as much as we'd like. I got another surprise when I saw my aunt Jess sitting at the table. Vic was also there but she was staring at her computer tablet as always.
I loved my aunt Jess, she was ten years older than me and five years younger than her sister, but unlike Mom who dressed conservatively, Jess loved to show her body. Mom, of course, was dressed conservatively, as she always did when showing houses, but Jess was wearing a variation of the same thing she wore whenever the weather got above 80, tight tank top and cutoff jean shorts. Vic, unlike either Mom or Jess, loved playing up the 'adorkable' look. Short pleated skirts with layered tops regardless of the temperature.
For a long moment, I couldn't help but stare at the table and think it was like looking at a time-lapse photo. All three women looked similar enough to be the same woman, just at different times in her life. Vic, the thinnest, was the woman at the beginning of her adult life. Aunt Jess was what she would look like in her mid-thirties, and Mom was what she would look like at forty. I thought all of them were gorgeous.
Mom, the woman I owed my very existence to, wasn't slim, but she wasn't fat either. My Dad, when he still lived with us, liked to say, "Alex, find a woman like your mother when you grow up. Women like her are built for keeping you happy and warm at night." I grew up thinking she was the perfect woman, the bar which all but two other women failed to measure. Even though her body was soft, her mid-sized breasts and a thick round ass brought a secret smile to my face. Her stomach was on the verge of love handles, but thanks to her weekly exercises they never quite turned.
The first woman to ever equal my Mom in my eyes was my Aunt Jess. She was like me, athletic and a lover of the outside. Her taut body was golden from the sun and her naturally brown hair was almost blonde from sun bleaching. Her breasts were perky and still hung high on her chest while her ass was round and firm. She was my hiking buddy and I was her handyman, and I'd had more than one dream about her.
Then there was my sister Vic. She was the same height as the other women, a few inches shorter than me, but she was also the thinnest of them all. Not sickly so, but if she had been taller she could've been a model. Whoever made the mistake of hiring her would've fired her the next day for whatever comment she made about the others, but I doubt she would've minded.
"There he is," Jess called out. "Took you long enough to get down here, seems like I've been waiting forever. What took so long?"
Before I could respond, Vic spoke up. "He had a wet dream and then most likely masturbated in the shower. It's his normal routine."
I glared at her as the three women stared at me. Mom rolling her eyes, Jess trying to hold back her laughter, and Vic giving me her bug stare along with a small smirk.
"Normal, huh," Jess asked. "Jeez, kid, you sound like your aunt Jess."
Vic nodded as she said, "He seems to have an overactive libido and I'm actually concerned if he doesn't find a companion soon, he'll seriously injure himself."
Embarrassed, I yelled, "Holy shit, Vic, shut the fuck up!"
Mom frowned as I jerked my bowl and my favorite cereal from the cabinet. "Alex, don't tell your sister to shut the fuck up, that's rude."
"And her talking about my sex life isn't rude?"
Almost as an afterthought, Mom looked at her daughter and said, "Victoria, please don't talk about Alex's sex life."
"Fine, but he's the only man in the house. Don't blame me when I'm not prepared to have intercourse because you wouldn't allow me to talk to him about his sex life."
Mom, as always, just ignored the statement as if the issue were resolved. And Jess as always took advantage of the awkward situation to make things really awkward.
"Don't worry, Alex, you're not the only one with a high sex drive."
"Good, then she can analyze
your
sex life."
As I sat she laughed, "I'd be happy to, but the last time I had a man between my legs was almost a year ago. I'm pretty sure I've single-handedly driven the stock up on Duracell from all the batteries I've used during the last year." Vic started to say something, but Jess held up her hand, "It was a joke, I know one person can't drive the price of stock up. At least one normal person." I laughed as she winked at me.
"Now that we've had our sex talk for the morning. Alex, your aunt has something to ask you."
"Wanna mow my lawn?" Not normally a sexual phrase, one she's asked me a hundred times before, but Jess bobbed her eyebrows and loaded the words down with so much innuendo I damn near choked on my Cap'n Crunch.
I did choke on it when Vic said, "I wasn't going to tell you you can't be responsible for the rise in a stock, I was going to say that since you and Alex have high sex drives and neither of you can't find suitable partners, using each other to satisfied your needs wouldn't be a bad idea."
I don't know if you've ever had a sharp peanut butter flavored ball partially shoot through your nose before, but let me assure you, it hurts.
"Mother fucker," I mumbled as I held back my tears. "Dammit, Vic," I said as I tried to suck the food back out of my nasal cavity, "You can't just suggest things like that."
"Why?"
"Because, you psycho, it's called incest."
"Alex, don't talk to your sister that way."
"She just suggested I fuck aunt Jess and you're saying I shouldn't talk to her that way?"
"I'm sure she didn't mean it like that."
"Actually, I did, and from what I've observed from you, you could use his services too."
