“Oh yeah! Oh fuck!” Maryanne’s voice boomed out of the speakers.
“Are you jacking off? Are you pumping your hard cock, honey? Are you cumming with me?” I certainly was! My sister was breathing hard and slamming her fingers into her pussy.
My cock was rock solid and felt like it was about to burst. As the tension built and I felt the release coming from deep inside my balls, I positioned the tissues at the head of my cock. Watching my sister rub her clit, I stood up, pumping faster…
“What the FUCK are you doing?” Maryanne’s voice bellowed from behind me. Oh shit! Jerking around, I saw my sister, standing in the doorway to her bedroom, just as my cock blasted its first load of cum. Missing the tissue completely, it arced up a little before landing on the floor between us. My sister was still masturbating on the video behind me, as a couple of smaller spurts landed next to my feet.
Maryanne rushed to the computer and pushed the power button on the monitor, as I stood frozen with my hand around my dripping cock. The speakers weren’t connected to the monitor, so her moans are still coming from the speakers.
“Oh fuck! Ohhhhhh! I’m cummmminng! Cum with me!” the speakers bellowed.
“Turn it off! Turn it off!” my sister yelled, leaning across me, trying to find the volume control. I came out of my trance and pressed the mute button on the keyboard, making the room go silent. I was breathing hard and still holding my cock, while my sister stood there, glaring at me. At least, I thought she was glaring at me. When I looked up, I saw that she was staring at my spent cock.
Reaching down, I pulled up my jeans and underwear, while she silently stared at me. When I’d tucked my wet cock back into my jockey shorts, she looked up at my face, giving me a look that I couldn’t read. I’ve done a lot of things to my sister over the years, but I’ve never seen a look like that. Disappointment? Embarrassment? Anger? Disgust? I just didn’t know.
“Get this cleaned up!” she said, pointing to the floor. “And then come into the living room.” She turned and stormed out of her office. Fuck! I finished snapping up my jeans and went into the bathroom to get a washcloth.
As I cleaned the cum off the floor, I tried to think of some defense for what I’d done. This was beyond anything I’d ever done before, or at least been caught doing. I wondered what the punishment was for squirting cum on your sister’s carpeting. I mean, my parents usually grounded me for stuff, but this seemed way beyond that. I was so fucked!
I took my time cleaning up the cum, as I tried to imagine what was going to happen next. Finally there was no way to delay it any longer. Just before I went into the living room, I remembered my flash drive. That would’ve really been the icing on the cake! Grabbing it from the USB slot in the computer, I shoved it into my jeans pocket and went in to face the music.
“This is wrong on so many levels.” Maryanne said, as I took a seat on the couch. She was sitting on the chair across from me, with her hands folded in her lap. “Invasion of privacy, masturbating in my house, not to mention that I’m your sister, for God’s sake.” My sister was taking her schoolteacher approach with me. She wasn’t yelling, but she might as well have been.
“I’m sorry,” I said, realizing that sorry wasn’t going to cut it.
“What were you thinking? Hacking into my computer? What you did….”
“I know,” I answered, hanging my head. I didn’t exactly hack into her computer, but I didn’t think it would be prudent of me to point that out at that moment.
“What were you doing?” she asked, quickly correcting herself. “Okay, I know what you were doing, but…” she took a deep breath. “Why don’t you start from the beginning and tell me everything,” she said, sitting back with that schoolteacher – no, make that school principal, look on her face.
This is where I spilled the beans… sort of…. I guess.
“Well, when you asked me about e-mailing video and then didn’t want me to see what it was, I got curious. I mean, I figured it must be something, you know…” I tried to look at her, but I was too embarrassed. “I’m really sorry, Sis.”
“So you just came over and hacked into my computer so you could see a video that you knew I wanted to keep private?” she demanded, folding her arms across her chest and staring at me.
“Yes.” Again, turning on a computer and searching for video files wasn’t exactly hacking, but I wasn’t going to argue with her. What I did was wrong regardless.
“I trusted you,” she said, leaning forward and trying to catch my eye. I continued to look down.
“I know,” I answered, glancing up at her. Even with her angry at me, I couldn’t help but notice how sexy she was, and my cock stirred. Jesus! I needed to get a grip, but my sister’s next question didn’t help any.
“Wasn’t it weird, jacking off to a video of your own sister?” she asked, and I jerked my head up to look at her. She didn’t look mad, but… I don’t know… I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. She looked more like, well, curious. Like she was really interested in how I felt about it. I considered my answer carefully.
“I know it’s wrong, Maryanne, but you are the most beautiful and sexy…” I took a breath and noticed she was blushing. “I honestly couldn’t help myself,” I answered, looking directly into her eyes. She held my stare for a minute before looking away. I glanced down at her tits while she was looking out the window and I swear it looked like her nipples were hard.
“I’m your sister,” she said, looking back at me, and I quickly shifted my focus to her face.
“I know,” I replied. “Are you going to tell Mom and Dad?” I asked, wondering what was going to happen when I got home. Maybe I should just get in my car and keep going. She kept staring at me and I could picture the wheels turning inside her head.
“No, I’m not,” she finally said, “but you need to think about what you did, Ron.” I hate it when people say that, unless, like now, it means that she’s not going to tell my parents.
“I will,” was my lame reply, wondering what I would think about this later.
“You’d better go home now,” she said. “I need to think about… everything.” She stood up, and sure enough, her nipples were embossed on the front of her blouse. I wondered if, on some primitive level, this was a turn on for her. I mean, she did just see her first cock in over a year, even if it was shooting cum all over her floor. Did my sister become aroused by seeing my cock or maybe by me masturbating to her video? Is this what she needed to think about?
“Ron?” she said, folding her arms across her breasts and glaring at me. “I said I think you’d better go.”
“I’m really sorry, Sis,” I told her, wondering if I should try to give her a hug.
“Just go, okay?” she says quietly. “Come back tomorrow, after I’ve calmed down and you’ve thought about what you’ve done. We’ll talk more then.”
“Sure,” I replied, practically running out the door.
I drove around for a while before I went home, thinking about everything that had happened. Half an hour ago I was scared out of my mind, but by the time I got home, I was just anxious to pop my flash drive into my laptop and watch my sister again.
I jacked off to my sister’s masturbation video again before I went to bed and wondered what she would say when we talked about it tomorrow. I fell asleep with images of her naked body floating through my brain.
I was nervous about going into Maryanne’s computer again, but I wanted to see if she e-mailed Mark about what had happened. She surprised me yesterday by coming home early and I didn’t want to make the same mistake today. I booted up her computer, copied her latest e-mails to my flash drive and quickly shut her computer down again. Taking my laptop out of my backpack, I set it up on the kitchen table and inserted the flash drive.