A brother-sister love story.
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Jesus, I thought, as Brooklyn Decker slowly engulfed my cock into her warm, wet mouth. I ran my fingers through her long blond hair as she bobbed on me and played with my balls. I’d seen her in Sports Illustrated, and of course Battleship. She was at least 10 years older than me and probably rich – with a great house too, I thought as I looked around. I wasn’t quite sure how I got here.
“Mmmph,” she said as she pushed her head down until her lips touched my pubic hair. God, it felt fantastic. I reached down to play with her nipples just as a man walked into the bedroom.
“What’s going on here?” he said. Brooklyn pulled off of me.
“Michael, this is my husband. Andy, this is Michael.”
“What’s going on here?” he said again.
“What’s going on here?” Brooklyn said.
“What’s going on here?” my sister Kaitlyn said as I woke up. I panicked as I realized that I’d been playing with myself in my sleep, and now my big sister was staring at my hard cock that was just about to blow. My balls were tightening and my groin was tingling and I realized I was already past the point of no return.
“Oh no,” I said. “Oh God… AAAAAGH!!”
My first shot pulsed over my left shoulder. The next two landed on my chest, and the rest just shot out onto my abs. I looked at my sister; she was watching it all with her mouth open in a shocked “O”. Nothing, absolutely nothing that could happen for the rest of my life could possibly be more embarrassing than this. I turned away from her and curled into a fetal position. I didn’t know what else to do. We teased each other mercilessly, and even though we loved each other and had a pretty open and supportive sibling relationship, Kaitlyn would never, ever let me live this down.
“Go away,” I said. “Why are you here?”
She was silent for a moment, then she sat down on the bed.
“Mom sent me up to wake you,” she said. “Breakfast is on and you have to get ready for the wrestling meet.”
She put her hand on my arm and I curled up tighter into a ball.
“Mike, I’m sorry I walked in on you. I had no idea that you sleep in the nude and I had no idea that… you know. Don’t be embarrassed, please.”
I chanced a look at her. “Are you kidding? What could possibly be more embarrassing than this? How can I face you after this? How in the fuck can I fix this? What are Mom and Dad going to say?”
She smiled. “Okay, how about I fix it? First, you were asleep and dreaming while you were doing that. It happens. It happens to me. Second, even if you weren’t asleep, it’s a normal and natural thing to do especially for an 18 year-old man.”
I took pause at that. She had never called me a man before.
“Or a 19 year-old woman,” she said.
I just stared at her. I suppose I should have figured that she masturbates, but I’d never thought of her in that way. My gaze dropped to her braless breasts, highly visible through a thin white tank top. She just smiled.
“And I promise that Mom and Dad won’t hear about this, and neither will anyone else. This is out of bounds for our teasing, okay?”
“Okay,” I mumbled. “Thanks Kait.”
“Besides,” she said as she slapped my ass. “From where I was standing, you have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about.” She stood up and left my room and gently closed the door.
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I showered, dressed, got my meet bag together, took a deep breath, and went downstairs not sure what to expect. Mom, Dad, and Kait were all sitting at the breakfast nook eating scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. I looked at the food and sighed and went to the blender where my mom had made my usual protein and juice smoothie that boosted my energy while helping me make class weight. I poured it into a large glass and sat down at the table. Kaitlyn gave me a smile and went back to her eggs. She was still dressed in her skimpy tank top and boxer shorts, and I couldn’t help but notice that her tits were set to serious high-beam. I looked away and took a sip of my smoothie.
“‘Morning, Champ,” Dad said from behind his paper. “You ready to kick some ass today?”
My high school, Lee, had a wrestling meet this morning with our crosstown rivals Vista. I was all-state in my weight class, 182 pounds, thus the “Champ” from Dad. I’d never lost a competitive match. My coach was good and I’d learned a lot from him, but I’d also been taking judo since I was 10 and aikido since I was 14, so I didn’t have much trouble taking down opponents. And once I had them on the mat, they were mine.
My grades were good, a condition that my parents had laid down if I were to compete in athletics. And I needed to compete – it was the only way I knew to burn off nervous energy, anger, and… sexual frustration. I stood 6 feet even and my body was strong, a lot of muscle and not much fat. Mom said I was handsome; I wasn’t sure about that. She’s biased. Girls at school were nice and sometimes a little flirty with me, but while I had brains and brawn, I had absolutely no clue how to proceed with a woman. No experience, and no clue. Thus the frustration. I burned all the testosterone off in the gym and on the mat.
“Yeah, Dad,” I said. “I hope so.”
“Hope, nothing,” Kaitlyn said. “He’s strong as hell – I have empirical evidence of that.”
I put my glass down on the table and hung my head, waiting for it. When she was silent for some time I looked up to see her making strong eye contact with me and shaking her head quickly.
“Sorry,” she mouthed silently.
This was new. We always took every opportunity to poke fun at each other and make each other uncomfortable including in front of our parents. It had always been that way between us. Kait had apparently fallen back into that habit but had pulled up short, not going in for the kill.
“What do you mean, dear?” Mom said.
“Nothing, Mom,” Kait said. “He helped me move some stuff in the backyard, and he’s like The Hulk! I wouldn’t want to be a Vista wrestler today.”
“Damn straight,” said Dad, turning the page.
I had wrestling scholarship offers from four colleges. Not that I needed them; Dad was rich before he hit 30 and had taught me enough about the stock market for me to build a pretty good nest egg of my own. Big enough that I could go to any school I wanted to – if I wanted to. I actually kind of wanted to open a gym and teach judo. I had floated that idea.
Mom and Dad had not been amused. If I wanted to keep peace in the family, I was going to college.
I stood up from the table and rinsed my glass out in the sink. “I’m going to hit the road,” I said. The Vista meet was at our school, so I could just drive there. We wouldn’t have to pile the team onto a school bus and watch each other spit into cups to make weight.
“Are you guys going to come?” I said.
“Sorry sweetie, we can’t this time,” Mom said. “Your dad and I have to go to a work thing at 10:00.” ‘Work thing’ these days meant something having to do with the foundation that Mom was part of, a non-profit that tried to keep kids and homeless people from going hungry. A good cause. I’d served up a lot of food for that cause, and felt good about it. There’s nothing like seeing a hungry person get well-fed. It’s good for the soul.