Growing up, my life was a living hell. In the neighborhood we live in, everyone was obsessed with athletic and academic perfection. Unfortunately, I wasn't an athlete or a genius. My older sister, Jayla, however, was on the gymnastics team and captain of the quiz bowl team.
If it weren't for her, my life would've been much worse. She looked out for me and made sure things never went too far. Whenever pranks did cross a line, Jayla beat somebody's ass.
One day, after a particularly horrendous prank, one of Jayla's friends, Elena, helped me pick myself up. We started talking and discovered that we had a lot in common. Eventually, I got up the courage to ask her out, and she said yes.
We went on a few friendly dates, mostly hanging out with her friends, but our first real date was on prom night. It was supposed to be the greatest night of my life. That night, at prom, I caught Elena deepthroating her ex-boyfriend. As it turned out, she only wanted to use me to make her ex jealous.
Catching her with another man's dick in her throat destroyed me. I sank into an even deeper, dark depression. My grades slipped even lower, and I started losing weight, as I'd lost my appetite. After weeks of pointlessly living, Jayla staged a solo intervention in my bedroom.
"What's wrong with you?"
I stared at her blankly. "Nothing."
"Bullshit! Tell me what's really going on."
"Nothing; I'm fine."
"Do you know what F.I.N.E. stands for? Fucked up, Insecure, Needy, and Emotional."
"Stop watching my Netflix queue."
She smiled and laughed, but her eyes looked sad. "Seriously, mano; I can't help you if you don't tell what's wrong."
"Help me?" My entire body filled with rage. "Where was this help after Elena cheated on me?"
"She didn't cheat on you; you broke up with her. You walked out on her at prom."
"I walked out on her because I caught her giving her ex-boyfriend a blowjob."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about my ex-girlfriend, your friend, cheating on me?"
"Are you sure it was Elena?"
"Am I sure? She saw me see her see me, and when she saw me, she smiled. Then, he started laughing as he blew his load all over my girlfriend's face."
"Why didn't you tell me? I would've beaten her ass."
"I didn't want you to beat her ass; I just wanted to leave."
"Frankie, I am so sorry." She walked over and gave me a big hug. "At least you fucked her," she joked in my ear.
"I never had sex with Elena."
She stopped hugging me and grinned. "You're joking, right? Elena's the sluttiest girl in school."
"If she's the sluttiest girl in school, why'd you let me go out with her?"
"So you could get laid, duh. You had to have fucked her at least once?"
"No! She said she wanted to wait until after prom."
"And you believed her; how naïve are you? Oh my god..." Jayla was dumbfounded. "What are you, a virgin or something; how could you fall for that?"
"I'm not a virgin!" I yelled.
"Frankie?" She looked at me in all seriousness. "Have you ever had sex?"
"Why do you care?"
She grabbed my hand. "If I'd known that, I would've never let you go out with that slut."
I jerked my hand away. "Whatever! I don't even want to have sex anymore. I'm perfectly fine not having sex for the rest of my life!"
I don't know why, but she seemed offended. "You think you can live without sex?" She dropped to her knees and grinned up at me. "Let me give you a taste of what you're giving up."
Without warning, she yanked my pants down and started massaging the front of my tighty whities. My body tensed as she wrapped her fingers around my soft shaft. Her eyes widen, and she gasped, watching the cotton fabric stretch as my cock throbbed to life.
"Jayla, what...?" I could barely keep my eyes open as she pressed her mouth against my bulge and blew a breath of hot air. "Oh shit..."
She slowly pulled my man-panties down, kissing the length of my shaft until my dick sprang free. As she reached my tip, she twirled her tongue under my foreskin while wrapping her lips around my head. Her warm, wet tongue teased out the first glob of precum.
She pulled her mouth away and smiled at me. "You like having your dick sucked?" Before I could reply, she started stroking my shaft over her face. "Your dick is so big; I have to use two hands."
I looked down and smiled at the sight of my cock lying across her pretty face. Her hands pumped my shaft slowly, squeezing precum onto her forehead. She opened her mouth and drizzled my slime onto her tongue. My cock throbbed in her hands and coated her taste buds in watery goo.
I couldn't believe the electric energy flowing through my body as she wrapped her lips around my head again. Her hot mouth soaked my shaft as she engulfed inch after inch, moaning and softly bobbing her head down my length. It felt better than anything I'd ever felt before, but it was also weird. She was my sister, but she was sucking my cock like a slutty housewife.
As much as I wanted her to stop, I wanted her to slide my cock deeper in her mouth. She softly gagged as my pulsating head throbbed against the back of her tongue. I ran my hands through her hair and slid my dick to the back of her throat.
Without hesitation, she swallowed my head and gargled my tip. Her tight neck muscles massaged my tip while her tongue rubbed my shaft. She started rocking her head back and forth, slurping on my cock as her mouth filled with slime and saliva. The sticky mixture oozed out the sides of her mouth and dripped down her chin and neck.
As her mouth tightened, my ass clenched. I could feel a phenomenal explosion building in my balls, and I didn't want it to stop. It was more forceful than any beat-off session I'd ever experienced. I grabbed two handfuls of her thick, black hair and tried to hold my screams.
She gagged on the first blast of cum as it splashed into her throat. Before she could swallow, three more powerful bursts shot into her mouth. Like a pro, she kept her lips wrapped around my shaft, sucking and swallowing every drop, incessantly bobbing her head until I was empty.
When my cock softened, she slowly pulled away and licked my oozing tip. "Now, you can decide if you want to give up sex forever." She pumped my cock one last time before kissing my dick and getting up and walking out of my room.
I immediately fell on the bed, exhausted and overcome with confusion and salacity. My mind flooded with questions like, "What just happened? Did that really just happen?" and "Why did I cum so hard?" It was both disturbing and erotic; I honestly didn't know what to think.
More than anything, I wanted to know how she could do that and not feel weird. Was I a victim or the victor? Would we go back to the way things were before, or did we just cross a line from which there's no return?
That night, at dinner, I was quieter than usual. Jayla was excited about going to college and couldn't stop talking about living on her own and living by her own rules. While absent-mindedly eating, I heard my fork scrap against my plate. I looked down and realized I'd eaten all of my food; something I hadn't done in weeks.
"Wow, I didn't realize you were that hungry," my mother commented.
"Neither did I," I responded.
"Don't be modest, son. It's about time you showed some of that Nava virility. Our familia; the men's appetites extend far beyond plates of food if you know what I mean." My father smiled and jokingly elbowed me in the arm.
As my mother told him to leave me alone, Jayla smiled and winked at me.
After dinner, alone in my room, I thought about what just happened. She winked and smiled at me, so I knew she remembered what she'd done. The fact that she wasn't troubled by what we'd done made me think that it was normal.
By the time I fell asleep, I'd genuinely halfway convinced myself that it was okay. I even dreamt about us having full-blown sex.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt so wronged that I convinced myself nothing had happened and that it was all just a horrible dream. By the time I got out of bed, I was back to my normal depressed self. Jayla noticed me slumping around again and followed me into the kitchen.
"What's wrong now?" she asked.
"I had the strangest dream," I responded. "Strange isn't the right word," I thought to myself.
"What was it about?"
"I dreamt that you..." I shyly suggested something that involved her mouth, and she laughed.
"Frankie, it's okay; you can say it. I sucked your dick."
I was shocked. "Why are you saying like that?" I whispered.
"You don't have to whisper. Mom and Dad already went to work."
"I don't care where Mom and Dad are; that's not why I'm whispering. Why are you saying it like that?"
"How am I supposed to say it? I sucked your dick; that's what happened."
I was, again, overcome with emotion. "What the fuck? That really happened?" I fell against the wall and ran my hands through my hair. "How could you do that?"
"How could I do what? It was just a blowjob; it didn't mean anything. I just didn't want you swearing off sex because some dumb slut broke your heart."
"So, you thought sucking my dick would help? It freaked me out; it didn't help me." I began to panic, thinking about what would happen if people found out. I was barely surviving the eleventh grade as it was; how the hell would I survive another year? "Why would you do that?" I screamed.
