Wow! Motherfucking wow! That was… so… fucking intense! Susan’s chest is heaving while her pussy is oozing juice all over the couch. I haven’t fully caught my breath but my cock is dying for release so I plunge right in. Holy shit! My brain explodes as her pussy contracts around my throbbing cock and I feel it from both of our perspectives.
“Oh fuck!” Susan gasps as my cock glides into her saturated pussy. “Ohhhh Nick!” she screams, wrapping her legs around me as I indulge in the ubiquitous feeling of pleasure that seems to be coming from everywhere — my dick, her pussy, my mind. I can’t explain it; it’s just all-encompassing arousal that is impossible to pinpoint.
Susan must be feeling the same way because her fingers are clawing at my ass cheeks as she humps her pussy against my pounding cock. I’m panting and sweating and fucking my sister like my dick is club and I’m trying to pummel her pussy into soggy mush. In fact, that is exactly what she feels like as we both experience her unstoppable bursts of orgasmic delight leading up to the big payoff which is about to happen any second. I slam my cock into her as she tenses her legs and screams my name.
“Oh Nick! Ohhhhhhh! Fuuuuccck! OhhhhmmaarrrggghhhhHHH!” Susan’s pussy explodes and I grab her thighs for balance as my knees buckle under the forcefulness of her detonation. Her orgasm shoots through me like a bottle rocket on the fourth of July and I’m riding her waves of pleasure while trying to keep my cock pumping in and out of her frothing pussy.
I may pass out; my body is convulsing, my heart is palpitating and my cock is about to burst. I close my eyes and dig my fingers into my sister’s thighs as I drive my cock home for the final thrust.
“Ohhhh Fuck!” I scream as my cock discharges its load into my sister’s battered pussy and we melt into one big throbbing orgasmic heap on the couch. Clenched in a spasming embrace, I’m unable to distinguish between the various pleasurable sensations stemming from our sweat soaked bodies.
Neither of us speaks for several minutes. We just gulp in air and revel in the post-orgasmic bliss that has engulfed us. I don’t know if I’ll survive many more like this but it would be worth trying.
“Holy shit,” Susan breaks the silence with my exact sentiment. “That was even more… I don’t know what… than the last time.” I couldn’t agree more. I squeeze her tightly and press my mouth to hers. The kiss is long and sensual with our tongues entwining in a slow dance meant to convey more love than lust or maybe it’s just that neither of us has any lustful energy left. My cock is still buried in her liquefied love canal and I can feel her pulse beating through her tender pussy walls as we kiss.
When we can both finally move, I call mom’s cell to let her know we have the DVD. She’s at the mall with Maggie and says we should meet her and dad at Uncle Harry’s house for dinner later.
“More dressing room adventures?” I tease as Susan gives me a curious look. I just shake my head like it’s not important.
“You never know,” Mom laughs. “See you tonight.”
Susan and I take a long, languid shower, using the time to discuss what to do about the emailed video. I push for an approach that might kill two birds with one stone but Susan is skeptical. I want to put all the blame on me, and say I used the transmitter to get Susan to fuck me. If my plan works we’ll also figure out if Dad really is a changed man. Dad being alone at Uncle Harry’s all afternoon plays right into my plan and Susan finally relents.
I borrow a camcorder from Tracy while Susan dresses appropriately for her part and we drive over to Uncle Harry’s house. Per the plan, Susan goes in by herself to scope things out and then lets me in through the kitchen door. She quietly points to the den to indicate Dad’s location. I tiptoe into the hallway while Susan calls out.
“DAD!” she hollers as if she’d just arrived.
“I’m in here, Susan,” Dad calls in response. “Where’s Nick,” Dad asks when Susan enters the den.
“He’s over at Nicole’s house,” Susan lies as I position myself near the doorway where Dad can’t see me. “Why?”
“You two have some explaining to do,” Dad gruffly announces, pointing to the computer screen. I can’t see the screen from my position but I assume he’s got the emailed video.
“Ohmygod! What is that? I would never…!” My sister is a better actress than I expected. Dad is staring at her in disbelief. “Where did you get this?”
“Never mind where I got it,” Dad snaps, “what the hell do you two think you’re doing?”
“Dad, I don’t know what this is about or how that video was made but I would never do anything like that with my own brother!” Susan retorts, hands on her hips and chest heaving as she displays her indignation. Dad just looks at her and then a hint of realization crosses his face.
“That little fucker’s been playing with the transmitter again,” Dad says under is breath. When he turns back to Susan, he’s smiling like the Cheshire Cat. This is my cue to turn on the camcorder and hit record.
“What?” Susan asks. “Dad, what’s going on? This… this… thing is obscene!” Susan points to the computer.
“Susan,” Dad says more tenderly, “has anything weird at all happened between you and your brother lately?”
“Not like that!” Susan points again.
“No, I mean have you been with him and feel like you’ve lost a few minutes or anything like that?”
“What do you mean, like the Matrix. I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dad.” She’s really good at this.
“Susan, listen to me,” he stands up and puts his hand on her shoulder. “Something weird is going on here and I don’t think this video is fake so tell me anything that has happened with your brother.” Susan looks at him for a minute and then sighs.
“Well, there have been a couple of things that were sort of weird,” Susan says.
“Tell me about them,” Dad encourages her.
“Last week and then earlier today… um…” Dad nods his encouragement for her to go on. “Well… Nick stood really close to me and said, ‘Susan, you’re my sex slave.’ Then I would feel kind of funny and he would laugh and turn away.”
“But it seemed like something happened to you, didn’t it?” Dad asks excitedly.