“What?” I ask, my hands motionless on her my sister’s breasts. “You mean they are actually getting back together?” Susan is still stroking my cock as she looks in my eyes.
“That’s the main reason Mom and I came home,” she says. “Mom wants to explain everything and she’s really worried about how you’ll react.” She squeezes my cock playfully. “I thought it would help if I talked to you first.”
“I like the way you talk,” I smile, humping my cock into her hands. “But I think Mom’s making a big mistake,” I run my hands down my sister’s sides and reach around to cup her ass cheeks.
“We just have to be supportive, Nick,” Susan says, pulling my hard cock up against her smooth pussy mound and mashing her soapy tits against my chest. “Apparently Uncle Harry really fucked with Dad’s mind and used the transmitter to ruin their marriage.” Susan is squeezing my ass cheeks and grinding her slippery body against me.
“I don’t know, Sis,” I answer, kissing her lightly on the lips as our soapy bodies dance under the shower spray.
“C’mon, Nick. Think about how much havoc you’ve reeked with the transmitter and you didn’t have any evil intent,” Susan says. “Uncle Harry was out to get what he wanted and used the transmitter to make it happen. Look what he did with Maggie.”
“If all that’s true, why did he wait so long to take advantage of Mom… and you?” My cock is ready for more than a soapy pussy mound to rub against.
“Who knows?” Susan answers, shaking her hard nipples against my slippery chest. “Maybe he was waiting until he had developed the portable transmitter, or until you and I were grown. It doesn’t really matter, Nick,” Susan continues to plead her case. “What matters is that you are supportive of Mom and trust her judgment.” I try to turn Susan around but she resists.
“Not in here,” she smiles, “I want you on a bed…” She kisses my lips. “On your back…” she squeezes my cock, “with this inside my wet pussy.” She doesn’t have to ask me twice. We quickly rinse under the shower spray and barely towel off before my sister drags me into my bedroom.
I momentarily panic, looking at the crumpled sheets and thinking about the bodily fluids that leaked onto them last night when Mary’s pussy juice was flowing like a fountain. Susan doesn’t seem to notice as she pushes me onto my back, swings her right leg over me and glides her anxious pussy down onto my hard cock.
“You weren’t kidding about being wet, Sis.” I push into her as she settles onto my rigid shaft.
“I told you I missed your cock,” she smiles, sitting up straight and starting a slow rocking motion. “Danae was good… but a tongue only goes so far. You know how much I like a hard cock afterwards.”
“I do,” I pant as she picks up the rhythm and her tits start bouncing against her chest. “Sometimes I think that’s the only reason you and Mom keep me around,” I smile, catching her jiggling breasts with my hands and squeezing my fingers into her soft flesh.
“Are you complaining?” she teases.
“No way,” I answer.
Our passion overrides any further conversation as my sister rides my cock like a champion, almost bouncing off the tip of it a couple of times. I fondle her tits as I look at her blonde hair swirling around her head and realize how much I really love her.
I can’t remember the last time I had sex with so many different women in one weekend, but it always comes back to Susan. Tracy’s blowjob was incredible and I loved her fair complexion, her wispy red pubes and light pink nipples. Pleasuring Mary without the transmitter was like a dream come true. I’ve become so reliant on the transmitter that I wasn’t sure I could do without it. Apparently, I don’t need it as much as I thought I did. And don’t forget Mom. With her and Dad getting back together, who knows if that was the last time? I hate to think about that, but as long as I always have Susan…
“Nick, we need to…” Mom stops in her tracks, staring at Susan frantically riding my hard cock. “Oh,” she says, “sorry… but, um… oh, just hurry up!” She turns and storms out of the room.
“What’s that about?” Susan asks, trying to get her rhythm back.
“I don’t know,” I harden my cock and push up into her.
“Oh, fuck it!” Susan cries. “Just cum, Nick,” she says triggering her own orgasm and clamping down on my hard cock. I do as she says, ejaculating into her contracted pussy but it sure isn’t the same as if we’d finished naturally.
“Let’s go see what’s upsetting Mom,” Susan says, pushing herself off of my spent cock and getting off the bed. Leaning down, she kisses the tip of my pussy soaked cock. “To be continued,” she adds smiling at me.
“What’s going on?” Susan asks when we join Mom in the living room. Neither Susan nor I have bothered getting dressed. Mom is sitting on the couch holding her cell phone.
“It seems your brother has been up to his antics with the transmitter again,” Mom says, glaring at me.
“What?” Susan says, turning to me. “When?” Before I can answer, Mom fills in the details.
“Seems there’s an employee named Tracy at your dad’s company. Ring any bells, Nick?” Mom asks sarcastically. “Seems she knows all about the transmitter.” Fuck! How can that be?
“You told her about the transmitter?” Susan asks incredulously.
“Of course not!” I answer. “I used the transmitter on her,” I admit. “I wanted her to show me how she teaches blowjobs, and I fucked her, but I erased her memory.” I know I did! How could this happen?
“You erased her memory, but there was the little matter of a video feed from her office that didn’t get erased,” Mom says. Oh fuck! How could I have been so fucking stupid! Of course there was a video. She said every office had a video feed and I only had her erase the video feed to the offices Susan and Mom were in.
“She has a video clip of you using the transmitter on her and erasing her memory!” Mom says incredulously. “Get dressed we need to get down there and deal with this right now.
“What is she going to do?” Susan asks.
“What does she want?” I echo.
“Who knows what she’ll do. She wants a transmitter of her own,” Mom says, arching her eyebrows. “Come on, we’ll talk on the way. Get dressed!”
Susan and I hurriedly dress and the three of us are soon flying down the interstate in Mom’s car.
“What were you thinking, Nick?” Mom asks as I try to figure a way out of the mess I’ve created.