I felt Tristan’s hands on my ass, groping and massaging. Then, taking me by complete surprise, he tore my pajama pants at the seams, creating a back entrance for his fingers to wander through.
“No panties. You little slut,” he whispered gleefully. As he enjoyed the bare flesh of my backside. “It’s like you wanted this.”
I lifted my head to tell him that I never wore panties with pajamas but Mom spoke first.
“Shush, we’re watching a movie,” she said. She must have looked over at us because she then said, “Erin, what are you doing?”
My heartbeat quadrupled. All she would have to do was stand up and she’d see exactly what was going on. Tristan’s exposed, and rock-hard cock was an inch away from my face. And his hand was inside my trousers, gripping my ass cheeks roughly. Even now he had not retracted his hand.
“Just lying down,” I replied quickly, peeking around Tristan’s leg so she could see me. I hoped that in the darkness she wouldn’t be able to see how flushed my cheeks were.
“Oh, okay then,” Mom replied before returning her attention back to the TV.
I breathed a sigh of relief a moment before Tristan shoved my head back down onto his eager cock. His fingers spread my cheeks and as he massaged my ass he moved his fingers lower, circling my entrance teasingly. I let out a grunt as he forced his way inside me. His fingers invaded me, exploring, and the heat from his hand became my own intense heat. As I performed my duties on his cock, my pleasure was enhanced by Tristan’s exploration of my body, and I was almost lost in the intense sensations.
Tristan gripped the back of my head with his free hand as he started to fuck my mouth roughly, apparently not caring about drawing Mom’s attention.
“That’s it, Erin. Taste every inch of me,” he whispered. His words increased my horniness as the heat between my legs grew. The sensation was too much. I felt violated, yet aroused and wanted more.
Tristan’s hand left my ass and he froze for a second before speaking. “Erin, guess what?” he whispered.
I pulled my mouth off his dick. ‘What?”
“Mom’s asleep too,” he said, the mischief clear in his voice.
“No,” I said, trying to put an end to any escalation he had in mind.
“Yes,” he said, his voice unyielding. His hand grabbed my chin and forced my gaze up to his. His eyes revealed a hunger that frightened and excited me. “I can do whatever I want with you, and no one will know.”
He dropped his leg, removing the shield that had been hiding us. I scrambled off his lap quickly, but neither of our parents moved. He was right, they were both sleeping soundly. But that didn’t mean they wouldn’t wake up.
“Tristan we can’t,” I pleaded.
“The faster you make me cum the faster the risk is gone,” he told me, and then patted his lap like he was inviting a dog to sit on him.
I looked into his eyes, desperate for a way out but still unable to resist the temptation that lay before me. I hesitated for just a moment before my body spoke for itself and I climbed onto his lap, straddling him. He tore my pajamas more, enlarging the hole, before guiding me down onto his deliciously thick cock.
The sensation of it slowly entering me was a pleasure unlike anything else. I would never get used to how much he could fill me, how perfectly he fit inside me. Slowly, Tristan started to thrust his hips and I had to stifle a moan.
Tristan reached up and began to unbutton my top. I knew that trying to stop him would be fruitless and was simply grateful that he hadn’t ripped my top open. Parting my shirt, he exposed my breasts to the room and then leaned forward to lap at my nipples.
I held my breath, praying that the sucking sound his mouth was making wouldn’t wake our parents, but Tristan was too lost in pleasure to care. With each thrust of his hips he seemed to become more aroused and I could feel him swell inside me.
I threw my head back, mouth open in silent pleasure, my hands fisting in his hair. His thrusts increased in speed, and I rode him with increasing enthusiasm, matching his thrusts with my own and pushing myself further onto him. My moisture oozed over his manhood, creating a wet, sticky sound as we continued to grind against each other.
Mom moved on the sofa and the sudden fright forced me to climax. Terrifying ecstasy surged through me and a string of whimpers slipped through my lips. Tristan tensed as I gripped his shoulders tightly and then I felt him splurge inside me.
Both of us sat frozen in place, still orgasming, as we stared at our mom who against the odds, was still asleep. We stayed there for a few moments, our soft panting the only sound that could be heard in the room. Tristan then reached up and kissed me tenderly on the lips. I returned his kiss, forgetting for a second that he was blackmailing me and that he was my brother. Then I eased myself off his lap and fled the room to change into some unripped pajamas. It had turned out to be the best movie night we’d ever had.