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.
