It had been over a day since Tristan had forced me to do anything sexual with him and I was starting to think that he’d gotten it all out of his system. He had me do his share of the chores around the house but that was all. Until Friday night.
Friday night was movie night at our house. Mom and Dad insisted that every Friday we sat down as a family and watched a movie together. No matter what. The funny thing was that Dad almost always fell asleep halfway through the film– even the ones he chose.
I finished showering and got dressed in my pink silk pajamas, before heading downstairs for the movie. It was Dad’s turn to choose so no doubt it was going to be a horror movie.
When I entered the living room I saw that Tristan was already lounging on the sofa. He was wearing just a black bathrobe and I knew without asking that he had nothing on beneath. Images of his gigantic cock flooded my mind and shook them off. I knew that he was not finished with me after all. But he was insane if he thought I was doing anything tonight while our parents were in the room.
“Hey, Erin,” he said as I sat down at the far end of the sofa. He smirked at me, knowing that I was deliberately keeping my distance. “Looking forward to the movie?”
“Yes. And I’m here only for the movie,” I said sternly. He needed to know that I was willing to put my foot down when I needed to.
“I know I left you alone all through yesterday, but that doesn’t mean you can start being disobedient now. You have to follow my instructions no matter what. Understood?” he said.
“Tristan, I am not going to do anything with our parents around,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Yes, you will and you’d better be careful they don’t see anything.”
“No.”
“Suit yourself,” he said with a shrug. “Mom, I’ve got something to tell you!” he suddenly yelled.
“Hold on!” Mom called back from the kitchen.
“Tristan don’t!” I hissed, panic seizing me. If he told on me I was dead.
“Will you do as you’re told?” he asked.
I could hear Mom’s footsteps coming down the hall. I did not think he was bluffing. “Yes,” I said quickly.
“Prove it. Undo two buttons now,” he commanded.
I glared at him, but I knew I had no choice. I quickly undid two buttons of my pajama top, revealing more than a hint of my bare breasts beneath. I felt my face heat up with embarrassment as Tristan smirked, clearly enjoying his power over me.
“What is it?” Mom asked as she appeared in the doorway, two bowls of popcorn in her hands.
“Oh, I just wanted to tell you I’ve got swimming practice on Monday so I’ll be home later than usual,” he said, deftly thinking on his feet.
“Oh, Tristan, you made it sound like it was urgent,” she said. She thrust a bowl of popcorn at him as she went past to sit on the other sofa. “That’s to share,” she added, giving him a warning glare.
“Want some?” he asked me, holding the bowl out. When I reached out to take some he pulled it back so I had to lean over further giving him a better view down my partially open top.
“Jerk,” I said as I snatched a few kernels and popped them in my mouth.
“Is that any way to speak to me?” he asked. His tone was joking but his face was not. He made a small gesture with his fingers that I understood perfectly. He wanted me to undo another button.
I rolled my eyes and complied. I undid a third button and was dangerously close to showing off my nipples. If this was all he had in mind then the night wouldn’t be so bad, but I knew deep down that he had much more in store for me.
Dad came into the room with drinks for everybody. He put them all down on the coffee table and then settled next to Mom. As soon as the movie, which was indeed a horror film, started he flicked off the lights plunging us into darkness. The only light was the blue glow from the TV.
I smiled to myself knowing that in the pale light from the TV my brother would have a hard time seeing into my pajama shirt now. It didn’t take long for Dad to start snoring. He nodded off about fifteen minutes into the film.
Tristan raised his leg, the one closest to our parents. He planted his foot on the seat of the sofa effectively blocking their view of anything that took place on our side of his leg. I stared at his bent leg in despair knowing that as long as he sat in that position he could do anything. Then my eyes wandered down to his now exposed genitals.
Even though it was slightly darker I could see this big, thick cock lying limply over one thigh. His heavy balls hung beneath it, tight and hairless where he must have shaved them. My dread eased as I stared and the mere sight of his manhood was enough to stir feelings of arousal in me.
What the fuck was wrong with me? He was my brother and yet here I was actually looking at his cock with desire.
Tristan held out his hand and I obediently placed my hand in his. He took my hand gently and placed it over his dick. The warmth it exuded filled my palm and I felt it twitch at my touch. He moved my hand slowly over his hard shaft, letting me feel its thickness until my fingertips reached his crown. I could feel myself getting hotter, and I felt powerless to move away. His cock grew between my fingers, expanding to its full massive length. Its girth filling my fist easily.
I felt myself growing even more aroused and hungry for more. This was wrong, I told myself. I should not be feeling this way about my brother. Or should I? I felt conflicted; my mind racing with guilt and desire as I pumped Tristan’s big cock. Knowing that we could get caught at any moment only added to the thrill of our depravity.
The sensations were overwhelming. I could feel a warmth between my legs and I was starting to feel wet. I had never felt this intensely horny before. I started to worry that I wouldn’t be able to control myself and I wanted to pull away, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
Tristan gave me a look that told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me and that he reveled in it. His eyes seemed to burn with a primal hunger and I could feel his dominance over me in this moment. He had power over my body and my mind.
He took hold of my arm and pulled me gently, guiding me down. I glanced at our parents. Dad was still snoozing and Mom was focused intently on the movie. My head fell behind Tristan’s leg, hiding them from me and me from them. My lips hovered over his cock as it throbbed with anticipation. The manly smell of his musk filled my nostrils and intensified my desire.
I licked his cock head tentatively and then sucked it deeply into my mouth. The fear of being caught added to the thrill of it. My enjoyment of the situation filled me with conflict and shame and I knew that I could never confess to Tristan that I was starting to enjoy our encounters. I tasted his salty pre-cum and savored it eagerly, salivating over his dick as I sucked more.