I woke up at around lunchtime. I’d been keeping teenager-like hours, but this was late, even for me. I got up and showered, then dressed. The house was totally empty. I made myself lunch, smoked a bowl, then sat down and fired up my PS4. I tried to lose myself in shooting zombies, but my mind kept drifting back to that morning. To the day before.
I’m sure a lot of you think I’m an idiot. After all, I had an (admittedly) gorgeous woman getting me off at least twice a day. Most of you, I bet, think I should have been throwing a parade, not sitting around sulking. And look, I won’t lie, doing dirty stuff with my sister felt amazing. So long as I didn’t think about the fact that it was dirty stuff with my sister.
The truth is, I didn’t want to feel upset about it. I told myself to let it go, to lay back and enjoy it. I couldn’t. Some part of me wouldn’t let go of the fact that it was my sibling who was doing me. I didn’t think it was wrong, I knew it was. It was a gut instinct and, appropriately, it turned my stomach sour.
So instead of saving the world that afternoon, I went for a long walk around the neighborhood and composed my thoughts. Gradually, I put together an entire monologue that would convince my older sister to stop what she was doing. It was respectful, well thought out, and inarguable. I even plotted out what Darcy would say and developed possible responses. Our illicit congresses would end that night.
My parents came home and made dinner. Afterwards, I went up to my room and forced myself to stay awake, waiting for my sister’s return. At around ten, I heard her car pull up in the driveway. The front door opened. Her footsteps went straight to my room.
“You stayed up for me!” Darcy said, looking genuinely pleased. “Oh, poor baby, I bet you couldn’t sleep at all without me here to help you. Well, let me get comfortable so I can take care of you.”
Darcy was wearing a dark, navy skirt with a matching jacket and a blue, pinstriped blouse. Her hair was up, her makeup was perfect, but her eyes looked tired.
“Long day at work?” I asked. Empathy was part one of my master plan.
“Usual,” Darcy said, waving me off. She walked across the hall and I followed her into her bedroom. She hadn’t changed it all that much from her high school days: there was a twin bed, a desk with a little laptop, and several large dressers.
“Ooo, naughty boy. Trying to catch me changing?” Darcy said as she undid her earrings. I ignored her flirting and got back to the point.
“I think it’s unfair, the way they expect you to work all these hours,” I said. I sat down on Darcy’s bed.
“Of course it’s fair,” Darcy said, “It’s my first job out of school and I expect them to pay me a lot of money someday. I’d be mad if they didn’t make me work for it.” She kicked off her shoes – losing a couple inches of height – and turned around, still in her dress shirt and dark skirt. “Will this be enough for you, or do you want me to take off more?” She licked her lips, lasciviously.
I took a deep breath and started my spiel. “Darcy, you and I haven’t been close for a long time, so I know that you might see me as…”
“Maybe I should lose the shirt,” Darcy said, “And the skirt. I don’t want to get any of your special stuff on these. Pain in the ass to get it cleaned.” She unbuttoned her dress shirt and tossed it on the bed, then unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. My older sister stood in front of me in a lacy white, plunge-style bra, matching panties, dark nylons, and nothing else. She put her hands on her hips and tilted her head, like she was actually listening.
“… just don’t want to make a mistake and do something we’ll both regret,” I said. I took a deep breath before moving to the next part. “That’s why…”
“Ethan, I know where you’re going with this, so let me stop your right there,” Darcy said. She sat down next to me and patted my thigh. I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, trying to look as unappealing as possible. “I appreciate you speaking to me honestly. And look, I get it. I feel it sometimes, too. But no matter how much you want to, we can’t have sex.”
“That wasn’t…”
“We’re brother and sister,” Darcy said, “It would be really wrong to do that. So, while I’m more than willing to help you out with your ‘needs,’ we can’t go any further than that, OK? But don’t worry, there’s lots of other fun stuff we can do together. I promise.”
With that, Darcy slipped down off the bed and knelt between my legs. She undid my belt, and shucked my pants, underwear and all, down to my knees. I was so shocked at how quickly she moved, so bamboozled by what she’d said, I didn’t even realize I’d lifted my butt to help her get my jeans down until my bare dick was pointing right up at me.
It wasn’t bare for long, though, as Darcy almost immediately engulfed it in her eager mouth.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
Again, my sister seemed to have learned how to please me even more between sessions. Her oral skills went from incredible to off the charts. I closed my eyes and tried to picture someone else giving me head. My mind ran through images of old crushes, girls I went to school with, anyone. Nothing stuck.
My eyes popped open. Darcy was slurping on my cock. She looked up at me. Her deep green eyes caught mine. She dragged her hand right up my shaft and that was it. I didn’t want to cum that way, but I blew my load looking straight at my sister.
Darcy took my first shot right down her throat. Then she pulled off and aimed me at her chest. My cock blasted over her tits. You’d think, after all this stimulation, the volume of my seed would be less. If anything, it seemed to increase each time that Darcy did me. My stomach twisted as I splattered my sister’s bra-covered breasts with my seed. My body had betrayed me again.
Darcy stood up and pulled me to my feet. She kissed my forehead, then patted my ass, as if to send me on my way.
“See you in the morning,” Darcy said, then gently pushed me out, shutting the door behind me.
I stumbled out into the hallway. My Dad was coming out of the bathroom, and we both startled.
“You OK?” he asked me.
“Uh huh,” I said, somewhere between shocked at what had happened and stupid with post-orgasm bliss.
“What were you doing in Darcy’s room?” my Dad asked, warily.
“Oh, you know,” I said, trying to force myself to sound casual (which, by the way, is the worst way to sound casual), “I had a problem she was helping me out with.”
“You’re not wearing pants,” my Dad pointed out, oddly rational.
“Yes,” I said, “That was the problem.”
Dad raised his eyebrow. I wandered back to my bedroom and shut the door before my father could interrogate me any further.