At the same time as Julia started sending pics of her glorious mommy-boobs and her juice-dripping pussy, Mike had disentangled himself from Lyla’s snuggling embrace to go pee. From the bathroom, he couldn’t hear the chiming of the incoming texts on his cell, which he had left on the nightstand, right by the bed where Lyla still lay.
Normally, Lyla would never have probed into her brother’s stuff, let alone his phone. Still, those five rapid-fire messages he received all of a sudden did make her furrow her brow and turn her bespectacled eyes toward his cell. Was something wrong? Was it their Mom? Mike wasn’t coming back yet, and more texts were flooding in every few seconds.
‘It could be something serious,’ Lyla thought. ‘What to do? Should I…’
When Mike returned from the bathroom, he didn’t even have time to complain about the fact that Lyla was holding his phone and reading his texts: as soon as he stepped into the bedroom, his big sister looked up at him and extended her arm toward him, holding up his cell to show what he had just been sent. Despite the weird circumstances, Mike was hit by a rush of unbidden arousal as he saw the picture on the screen: their mom, naked, lying on her back, her nipples puffed out on her mammoth tits, a mischievous smile on her lips, her shapely thighs parted wide as she pushed a huge fake cock into her wet, needy pussy.
Mouth agape and eyes bugged out, Mike stood rooted in place while Lyla closed her laptop and got it out of the way then knelt up on the bed and started rocking excitedly in place, her eyes wide and shining as she exclaimed: “Mom is sexting you, Mikey! Check out that dildo, it’s massive! Wow, she looks really fucking hot…”
“Damn it Lyla, gimme that!” Mike replied as he grabbed his phone, snapping out of his momentary shock yet feeling undeniably turned on as he flipped through more of the images that his mother had sent him while he was in the bathroom. As his eyes lingered on a picture of Julia pushing her fantastic mommy-boobs together and sticking out her tongue to lick her own rosy nipples, Mike’s phone chimed again, signaling more incoming goodies.
“What’s that, more pics!? Let me see!” Lyla squealed with exhilaration, grabbing her brother’s arm and pulling him closer to the bed.
For a few seconds, Lyla and Mike were silent as they watched in shared awe the images of their voluptuous mother pumping a robust dildo in and out of her juicy pussy while she eased first one then a second digit inside the pink little pucker of her butthole. Once the siblings had read the texts accompanying the pictures, it was Lyla who reacted first while Mike just stood there, petrified and desperately turned on, eyes fixed on the screen.
“Mikey, you have to answer her,” Lyla said in a matter-of-fact, disarmingly casual tone. Meanwhile, her bespectacled gaze shifted from the half-horny and half-uncertain expression on Mike’s face to focus on the big bulge in his pants, which vividly reminded Lyla of just how well-endowed her little brother was. “Seriously, Mom is gonna expect you to sext her back. You told me this morning that you guys have done this before, right?”
“Uhm… Yeah, we do it sometimes. So?” Mike replied, breathing heavily, torn between the desire to engage in the naughty games he frequently played with his amazing mom and the unexpected presence of Lyla in what so far had always been a very private and in fact secretive scenario.
“So do it! Come on, Mikey, don’t get all shy and bashful around me!” Lyla exhorted him, standing straighter on her knees and extending her arm to trace the jawline of his handsome face with her fingertips. At the same time, she moved her other hand low and boldly caressed the huge tent in her brother’s pants as she went on: “I know you want to do it, and obviously Mom wants that too… Don’t worry about me, I’ve seen your big donkey cock before, remember? I mean, really,” she concluded with a playful grin, “after watching you plow all three of Mom’s holes last night, I think I can handle being here while you send her a few dick pics!”
Disbelieving the whole situation yet unable to deny or defuse its intoxicating eroticism, Mike groaned as his trapped boner flexed with need inside his pants and pushed against the cloth separating him from Lyla’s left hand resting teasingly on his bulging crotch. As her fingers kept gently caressing his face, Mike shrugged and looked down into his sister’s sparkling bespectacled eyes, drinking in her effortless beauty and letting her honest, undiluted excitement filter through to him too.
“Okay, yeah…” Mike nodded after a few more intense seconds with a sort of half-sigh and half-laugh. “I’m gonna sext her back.”
The words were barely out of his mouth when Lyla let out a giggling squeak and grabbed his pants in both hands, yanking them down along with his boxers and letting them pool at his ankles. Set suddenly free, Mike’s massive schlong sprang free like an unchained beast, hitting Lyla’s chin with a meaty smack that made her laugh and lick her lips involuntarily.
“Whoa, Mikey! This is, like… You’re even bigger than I thought! I mean, you did seem big last night, but from a distance it was different…” Lyla mumbled, genuinely impressed, her eyes magnetized to her brother’s thick slab of dickmeat as it throbbed with anticipation right in her face. “Seriously, seen up close this thing is really fucking huge! And you’re not even fully hard yet!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get super hard soon enough. Mom’s pics tend to get even better as she gets warmed up, and her texts too,” Mike shrugged with a chuckle, his initial reticence already melting away as he basked in the serious ego boost of having his gorgeous big sister staring in awe at his chubby shaft. Grabbing his boner with one hand as he texted his mom with the other and sent her a close up of his meaty pole, Mike asked Lyla: “Hey, can you pass me the lube? It’s in the top drawer there.”
A long moment of silence followed, during which Lyla stared with a weird sort of determination at her brother’s imposing semi-hardness. Then, delivering the words with a firm edge of finality in her voice and underlining them by slowly shaking her head, she said: “Nope. That’s not gonna happen.”
“What?” Mike replied, confused. “Come on, just hand me the lube. I thought you said that I should…”
“Yeah, I know what I said,” Lyla cut in, her expression set and determined as much as her bespectacled eyes were glinting with desire. “But if you expect me to just sit back here and watch you beating off, you’ve got another thing coming, little brother.”