Darcy bounced onto the bed and grabbed my dick. It was now so full, she could barely wrap her hand around it, and a good three inches stuck up from above her fist. I guess I’m a grower, not a show-er.
My older sister gave me a few strong pumps. “I don’t suppose you have any lube in here? I mean, I’m fine to use my spit, but I bet it’d be even better with some moisturizer. No? OK, I’ll go buy you some in the morning. Trust me, it takes things way over the top.”
Again, Darcy licked her hand and slathered it over my cock and balls. She gripped me tight and started pumping.
I tried to reach down and block her from doing it, but she shoved my hand away. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” Darcy said. “You just look at your older sister’s big titties and enjoy.”
It didn’t take long for my sister to milk my cock. Somehow, she seemed even more skilled than this morning. It was embarrassing, realizing my sister had more control over my body than I did.
A moment later I was spurting. This time, Darcy anticipated it and caught it all in her hand. She tipped my spend into her mouth with a hungry grin, then wiped the remainder across her bare chest.
“You like-y?” she said, jiggling her tits a little. “Oh, I bet you do. Maybe next time you can cover me in your cum straight from the source.”
Darcy stood up and grabbed her shirts off the floor. She balled them up and headed towards my door. “I’m assuming you’re going to need another go first thing when you wake up, right?”
I tried one last chance to plead my case. “Please, Darcy,” I said, “I really don’t like this.”
“Your dick seemed plenty hard a minute ago,” she said, quirking her lips, “Seemed like you ‘liked it’ fine then. In fact, the only time I hear you complaining is when I’m not stroking you off.”
I didn’t have a response for that.
Darcy sat next to me and patted my head. My curls sproinged under her touch. “I get it,” Darcy said, “You’re a good kid and you don’t want to hurt me. Well, don’t worry, OK? Just relax and enjoy yourself. That’s more than enough to make me happy.”
Darcy leaned over and kissed my cheek, then she slipped out of my bedroom, switching off the light as she went.
“Sweet dreams,” she said, her voice drifting through the bedroom door and wrapping itself tightly around my chest.
*
I woke up to something warm and wet latched around my cock. I went from half asleep to fully awake in seconds. I ripped the covers off and saw my big sister making love to my dick with her mouth. She grunted, then went back to working me over.
Darcy looked like she’d just woken up, herself, wearing only a light blue t-shirt and a pair of pink hipster panties. Her hair was tied back in a tight bun. Without makeup, without a minute of work to put herself together, my sister still looked incredible. Even I had to concede that.
My older sister slurped up and down my hardness. Her fist followed her mouth, corkscrewing along the way. I’d always thought of blowjobs as something girls did because they had to, not because they wanted it. But Darcy made it look like she was getting the treat of a lifetime to lick my dick. It would have been wonderful, all of it, if only it wasn’t my sister kneeling over me.
“Darcy,” I said. It was the only word I could say, and it carried so much. Desire and disappointment in equal measures.
My sister pulled off my cock with a pop but kept idly stroking me with her hand. “Hey bro,” Darcy said, cheerfully, “I need to get ready for work, but I didn’t want to leave you without your morning workout.” She winked at me as she said that last word, like I might not get the joke. “Anyway, I was thinking again about lube and I realized, duh, I can use my mouth! Your sister is such a dumb slut sometimes.”
I started to respond, but Darcy dove down and started sucking my dick again. Any hopes I had of forming words were swallowed in my sister’s sweet mouth.
“Cum when you’re ready, OK?” Darcy said, “Don’t feel like you’ve gotta hold back on my account or anything. Just warn me when you’re going to shoot. I want to be ready for it.”
If I’d thought my sister was giving her all before, I found I was sorely (fantastically) mistaken. Darcy cradled my balls with one hand while she pumped my cock into her mouth with the other. All the while she sucked on my dick with a tightness I doubted even my own fist could match. This girl could pull a golf ball up a garden hose, I swear. Getting me to cum was almost nothing.
“Darcy,” I gasped, the only word of warning I could produce. The pleasure gripped my skull, squeezed at my eyes, as I exploded into my sister’s waiting mouth. She gasped, then gulped. Loud swallowing sounds that I swear she was amplifying for my enjoyment. I was so ground down by ecstasy, I could barely hear them over the roar in my ears.
When I finally recovered, I saw my sister perched over me. She stuck out her tongue to show the last of my sticky fluid. Then she made a big show of swallowing it down.
“You are extra, super tasty,” she told me, then patted me on the head. Her fingers caught up in my curls. “I know, I promised you could do it on my big boobs, but that tastes so nice it’s hard not to swallow it all.”
Darcy made those same gulping noises as before, then jumped off the bed.
“Gotta go, little bro,” she said, “Some of us have to work, you know.” She padded out of my room. I lay back in bed, shellshocked at what had happened. My sister had sucked me off, right out of sleep, and all I’d managed to do was say her name twice.