John was about to fall asleep when he felt, more than heard, his door open, and then Kelly was climbing into his bed with him, completely naked.
“Now it’s my turn to fuck you,” she said, kissing him, her hand going between their bodies to find his cock. “The whole time he was fucking me, I only thought of you, wishing it was you fucking me and him watching,” she said, feeling him get instantly hard. “It was so incredible having you hold my legs open while he fucked me,” Kelly said, sliding his cock back and forth between her pussy lips, getting him nice and wet. “Now I get what I really want,” she said, positioning his cock at the entrance to her pussy and lowering herself onto him. “Yes, this is it,” she hissed, rocking her hips back and forth. “Fuck me, John, fuck me,” she moaned, feeling his hands grab her hips and begin to push her back and forth.
Before she knew what was happening, John had flipped her onto her back, his cock still inside of her but with him on top, and he began slamming his cock into her, fucking her like crazy, trying to expiate the excitement of the evening as quickly as possible.
“I want you to cum in my mouth,” Kelly panted as he fucked her. “I want to taste your cum.”
“Well, here it is,” John gasped, pulling his cock from his sister and crawling up her chest, sliding it wet and gooey into her open and waiting mouth. He felt her suck him down into her throat and then his balls exploded, his cum shooting into her mouth. He could feel her gulp once, twice, three times and she tried to swallow his cum as quickly as it filled her mouth. Then he felt his cock subside and he fell over onto the bed, spent as though it had been him fucking her all night.
“Thank you, John,” Kelly said, kissing him. “I love you so much for letting me be a whore and fucking me like this.”
“You may be a whore,” John said softly, “but you’re a very expensive one, and I love fucking you. And I love watching you get fucked, too.”
“I know you do,” Kelly said, hugging him. “That’s why you’re so perfect.”
John fell asleep with a smile on his face, never even noticing that Kelly got up and returned to her own room.
The next morning Kelly again came to John’s room and fucked him silly before their parents got up for breakfast. John hurried home after school to meet his father so they could go play golf with his work buddy, Bob Adams. When they got to the course, John was surprised to see that Tom Henderson was also joining them.
“Hello, John,” Tom said, shaking his hand. “More practice?”
“Uh, yeah, Mr. Henderson,” John said, unable to get out of his mind the sight of his sister being fucked by him the night before.
“How’s Kelly,” he whispered to John when he was sure he wouldn’t be heard.
“She had a big smile on her face this morning,” John said, remembering how she looked as she left his room.
“So did I, all night,” Tom replied, laughing.
They began to play and John saw that Bob didn’t have a chance of beating his father. And for that matter, neither did Tom. It was obvious towards the end of the round that Bob was thoroughly frustrated and pissed off at being so thoroughly trounced.
“He sure looks like he’d like to kill dad,” John observed to Tom.
“Yeah, he’s not a happy camper,” Tom agreed.
“Maybe I should tell him about Kelly,” John mused, curious to what Tom’s reaction would be.
“I’m sure he’d like that,” Tom laughed. “I’ll say something to him for you, if you’d like.”
“You wouldn’t mind?” John asked, surprised.
“Hell, no,” Tom replied. “I’d like to see everyone your dad has stepped on be able to get back at him. He’s a great guy, he just has no class.”
John couldn’t believe his luck when he heard this. He was even more surprised when Bob came up to him as they walked up the 18th fairway.
“I understand you could help me pay back your father a bit for being such a shit,” he said out of the blue to John.
“Uh, what do you mean?” John said, suddenly unsure of himself.
“Your sister,” he hissed. “Is it true?”
“Yes, it’s true,” John agreed.
“$5, 000?”
“That’s right.”
“Well, I want to fuck her in the ass and pretend that it’s your father,” he said. “You have any problem with that?”
“Me, no,” John said. “But I’ll have to ask Kelly. I don’t know if she’s ever done that before.”
“Well, if she agrees, you two come to my house at 8:00 tonight.”
“Your house!”
“Sure. It’s okay, trust me. 8:00.”
“Okay. I’ll talk to Kelly, but I don’t know if my parents will let us out tonight. We went out last night.”
“I heard,” he said with a grin. “I’ll take care of that for you, too.”
They finished playing the round and picked up their bags to walk to the parking lot.
“John, I noticed that you’re using an old putter,” Bob Adams said. “Why don’t you come by my house tonight and I’ll let you have one of my old ones. They’re all new compared to that and you might find one that feels just right in your hands.”
“Gosh, Mr. Adams, that’d be swell,” John said in genuine gratitude. “I’d really appreciate that.”
“You got any problem with that, Jason?” he asked.
“No, not at all. That’s really nice of you.”
“No, it’s a pleasure. John’s a good kid and he’ll beat you one of these days, even if we don’t.”
“Well, that’s what he thinks, too,” Jason laughed. “But I doubt it.”
“I don’t,” John said, steel in his voice.
“I’ll see you tonight then, John.”
“Sure thing, Mr. Adams, and thanks.”
“Don’t mention it, don’t mention it at all.”