It had been a couple of weeks since the events in the club with Mom and Anna, and I had thought about it every night for the first week, shooting my load into socks, towels, and other places. That's right, I masturbate. I mean, I could just walk down the hall to Anna's room and get a nice long blowjob, I'm sure, but with Macy in the room next door and Ted across the hall with Mom, I didn't dare try. Instead, I'd just ease my tension with a little one on one.
Anyway, I tapered off over the next couple of weeks, especially since I decided that I needed to focus on my classes. I had one year left in college, and I didn't want my new relationship with my Mom or my sister to change things. They were encouraging me after all. Despite all of our newfound sexual adventurism, my family was supportive.
Midterms snuck up on me, however, and I found myself spending 20 hours of every day studying and trying to cram information in my head. I took up the whole dining room table and was working so hard, even 6 year old Macy understood that she shouldn't bother me. No one was upset, however, not even Ted, who was surprisingly friendly. I guess he saw that I was as stressed about school as he had been.
On the Friday of that week, my Mom told me that her and Ted were going out. I didn't know if they were going to our club, but they asked if I could watch Macy. I'll admit, despite all the love my Mom had shown me over the past couple months, I sorta snapped and explained my overwhelming amount of test papers. She took my outburst well and told me she'd get Anna to put her to bed. I calmed down, thanked my Mom, and received a secret kiss with a mandate that I get some rest, since I'd been studying too hard.
An hour passed and I heard Mom and Ted leave. The next sound I heard was Macy's cartoons in the nearby living room. I put in my headphones and buried myself in several chapters of Tolstoy. I will admit, I lost several hours without knowing what happened. Sure, I covered a whole lot of Tolstoy, and somehow I had received and eaten a bowl of Mac and Cheese, but I don't remember anything other than words on a page.
Finishing the Tolstoy readings, I leaned back in my chair and took my headphones off. I stretched and looked at the clock. It was almost midnight. I didn't hear any sounds in the house and wondered if Anna had put Macy to bed. Standing up, I looked through the doorway into the living room and found that Macy was not there. Signs pointed to yes. Relaxing even more, I sat back down.
Anna came into the room from the kitchen and I turned to her. She was wearing my college sweatshirt, which was a couple sizes too big, and a pair of yoga pants. She smiled at me, her blonde hair tussled and wild, and I couldn't help but remember what she had looked like in the club, kneeling in front of me, hand on my cock, ready to take it in her mouth. I hadn't known she was Anna then, but I knew she was beautiful. Looking at her now, I realized she was definitely beautiful.
"Did you like the Mac and Cheese?" She asked.
"Yeah," I answered. "Thanks."
She moved across the room with the gracefulness of the dancer that she was. That was her thing. Even though she worked out with my mom a couple times a week, dancing was her real passion and real work out. For me, I had been involved in martial arts, but college changed that. Now, I played the occasional pickup game, limited my alcohol consumption, and had a whole lot of sex.
She moved my chair back and slid onto the floor in front of me, resting her head on the side of my thigh while placing her whole body at my feet. I felt my uncontrollably growing erection slowly filling my pants. I kept my face placid, however, and just looked at Anna.
"I'm glad," she said. "I've seen how stressed you are and I wanted to help."
"It did help," I answered.
She looked up at me, her submissive doe eyes big and moist looking into mine. "Is there any other way I can help you?" She asked, her voice a little playful.
"Umm.." I responded. I felt my erection growing faster now, also completely hard.
"I put Macy to bed a couple hours ago," she said, "and I just checked on her, she's out."
"Well," I said, torn between the promise of some much needed relaxation and the rest of my work. My mind was telling me to study, but my body was telling me to bend her over the table.
"You can't tell me that you haven't been thinking about me," she said. This time she was being more dominant. "I've been thinking about you. Thinking about your hard cock filling my pussy and all your cum in my ass." She kissed my leg, right at the tip of my erection, and I felt it through my jeans. "I've been stressed having to deal with my lonely nights on my own. Why? You're just down the hall."
I hadn't thought about it. I was worried about Ted and Macy overhearing things because of Anna's room, but my room was disconnected from everyone else's and my parents had installed some sound muffling because of my brief stint as a drummer during high school. It wasn't perfect, but it would probably more than enough that if we were quiet, she could come to my room.
"I hadn't thought about you coming into my room," I said.
"Why wouldn't I?" she asked. "I'm the one wanting your cock."
I smiled and looked at her. "Well, I was thinking in terms of shooting my load on your tits."
"I don't want that tonight," she said. She moved her hands and undid my belt, my erection solid now. Unzipping my pants, she pulled down my boxers and before I felt the air on end of my cock, she buried her face there, taking me into her throat.
I leaned back in the chair and felt her tongue on my shaft as she slowly slid me out and drew me in. It had been a week since I had touched myself and every movement felt like an eternity of pleasure. I stifled a moan, not wanting to wake Macy, and closed my eyes. I felt my sister's humming on the end of my cock and felt my whole body relax. Taking in deep breaths, I felt, for a moment, that I had gone to some place near nirvana, or heaven, which was impossible, since I was getting oral sex from my sister. I would choose this hell any day, I realized.
Sliding my hand on her head, I guided her faster and looked down into her eyes. They were still being submissive, but there was a twinkle in them. I could see a smile that would have been on her face if I hadn't been filling her. She shifted her weight so that she was leaning into me and closed her eyes, shoving me all the way into her throat. She gagged a little but bore through it, bobbing rapidly on my cock. My mouth dropped open and I fought the urge to shout. I wanted to tell her how good it felt, how much I had wanted to continue what we had started at the club, but instead I pulled on her hair and pulled her off cock.
She laughed lightly when I removed her and looked up at me. "Was that good, Zack?" she asked. "I know we used to fight, but honestly, I just want to make you happy." Her grin was playful, but she was still looking at me with those eyes.
"That's bullshit," I responded. "I've known you your whole life. You're much more controlling than that."
She frowned at me. "Zack," she said, "don't you know that sometimes a girl just wants a man to tell her what to do. Sometimes a girl is happy when her man fills her with cum and tells her she's been a good little girl."
"Is that right?" I asked. Thinking of a plan, I reached down and pulled her onto my lap. She smiled again and laughed lightly.
I kissed her, pulling her head into mine. She returned the kiss, bringing her hand to the side of my face. I felt the warmth of her body against mine and the softness of her ass against my erection. I knew that she would let me do whatever I wanted.
"I love you, sis," I said when I pulled off the kiss.
"I love you, too," she said to me.
Reaching my hands down, I slid my fingers into her pants, using the elasticity to my benefit. I found that she wasn't wearing underwear and was just as smooth as I remembered. Her heat was amazing and I was surprised that she wasn't soaked through her pants, but I slid my fingers into her. She bit her lip and locked eyes with me, staring at me as all the signs of pleasure crossed her face. Her eyebrows lifted and she fought shouting out, her mouth opening but she quickly snapped it shut.
I continued to slide my fingers around and in, teasing every part of her. She continued to watch me, waiting for me to take her completely, and I smiled. Sliding my wet hand up around, I turned her away from me and pulled her pants down to her mid thighs. He was constricted, but when I pulled her directly onto my erection, it paid off. As I entered her, she was incredibly tight, her legs being squeezed together. I felt her wet warmth and let myself enjoy the slow process of entering her like this.
She slowly rested her back against my stomach and chest and laid her head on my shoulder. She bit my ear gently and whispered a thank you before I lifted her a little and arched my hips, sliding myself out and then brought everything back together. She gasped lightly in my ear and I felt the pleasure roll through me. I did this a second time and a third, each time feeling the pleasure and hearing her gasp. I just continued to fill her pussy there in the chair.
"Please, Zack," she whispered in my ear. "Fuck me harder."
I smiled and stood up, pulling myself out of her so she could stand. As she dropped her pants the rest of the way down, I did the same. She started to turn, but I shoved her forward, scattering all my papers on the table. I heard her gasp and then laugh a little before I slid myself back inside of her small and wonderfully pussy.
