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It all started on a Friday. Billy Maxwell was a fifteen year old boy, with raging hormones. He is around 5’ 8”, has brown hair cut into a bowl shape, bright green eyes, and a skinny, pale complexion. His mother was constantly telling him to get out more, but all Billy could ever think about, were girls. How he would stare at them in class, hoping one wearing a skirt wouldn’t be wearing panties, and hoping so desperately to see what he desires most, their pussy.
He was thirteen when he learned of girl’s true purpose, that’s what he calls it now, and also the same time he learned of masturbation. His friend Jimmy had found a tape while sorting through old movies that turned out to be porn of Jimmy’s mom playing with herself using a dildo. Jimmy watched the tape with Billy, and Billy was changed for good.
For the weeks afterwards, Billy had a crush on Jimmy’s mom. He spent countless hours watching her, mostly when she sunbathed by the pool. More than a few times he played with himself while watching from his bedroom on the second floor, which gave a perfect view of their pool next door. He would image going to her, and using his penis like she had the dildo, ending it by shooting his cum on her stomach, something he’d seen in other porn he watched. But, quickly the crush died, as Billy’s eyes were opened to all the amazing pornstars of the internet.
Billy’s favorite thing to do recently was to hook up his PlayStation 3 to the entertainment center in the den, and use the internet browser to look up tons of videos. His favorite time was right when he got home; there was a twenty minute time block that left him alone before his mom got home. He would spend those minutes whacking off a load, then moving his PS3 back upstairs, before his mom even pulled in.
One Friday, Billy got home and rushed up the stairs to get his PS3. His house was fairly large, it had a hallway leading from the front door, into the kitchen, which connects with the dining room. Through a set of wooden doors, the dining room connects to the den, which opens to a hallway that leads around to the front door, and the staircase to the second floor. On the second floor were four bedrooms, Billy’s, Cindy, Billy’s sister, their parent’s room, and a guest room.
Billy came bounding down the steps with his PS3 in his hands; he cut into the hallway, and into the den. The den was a large room, with a sofa long ways, and two sofa chairs on either side. Separating the chairs and the sofa, were two coffee tables, both had lamps, and assortments of photos. The carpet was a cream color, and the walls were wood paneling. Behind the sofa, built into the wall, was a brick fireplace. Hanging on the wall in front of the Sofa was a 54” LCD TV, connected to a seven speaker sound system. When he plugged up the porn, he could barely manage to hold his load five minutes, with the constant moaning, vibrating his skin, let alone the entire twenty minutes he had.
Rigging the system together, he grabbed his controller, the TV remote, and sat down with his pants undone. He flipped on the TV, then the sound system, and set down the remote. He turned on the PS3 with the controller, and selected the internet browser. He didn’t have to search; it was in his history ‘Xhamster.com’ his favorite site. He scrolled through the videos on the homepage, and clicked on the teens channel. There he scrolled and picked a video from the third row, one with a cute brunette, getting a good helping of dick.
He skipped the first part, and when the cute brunette was moaning from the fatty up her tight teen pussy, Billy tossed the controller aside, and put his hand in his boxers. In less than a minute, the 5” of cock Billy had, was raging with blood, and pulsing with each beat of his heart. He pulled his shorts down to his knees, and began whacking off. Slowly wasn’t how Billy did it, with what he knew, fast felt best, and that’s how he did it. He grabbed hold of the circumcised skin, and pumped his cock with vigor. The cute brunette was riding the fat cock; riding was what really got Billy going, watching girls in control, made him daydream about pussy more than anything.
He was getting into it, the sound system was putting out the cute brunettes moans on earthquake level, causing his body to vibrate slightly when she really let one out. He felt certain he was going to go soon, he pumped faster. As soon as he felt the urge, the screen went blank, and the sound cut off. “Huh?” he said aloud. He glanced up at the ceiling fan; it was coming to a halt, power failure. He looked around, disappointed at the fact of being so close to shooting, and having the porn taken away. Ever since he had watched porn, playing with himself without it was, just impossible, he needed an image to beat off to. His eyes settled on a picture to his right, setting on the coffee table. It was picture of a cute brunette, with similar looks to the pornstar he had just been watching, it didn’t dawn on him then, but it had now. He was getting off on a girl who looked like his sister Cindy.
He looked deep into the picture, looking at his sister with horny teenager eyes, not seeing his sister, but instead a smooth chinned female, with a soft creamy complexion, hazel brown eyes and hair, and lips that seemed to pop with flavor. She was smiling in the picture, nothing more than a fake smile, it was her school photo after all, but now it seemed to coax him, make him want it, and before he knew it, his fist was sliding up and down his cock again.
This time was different, he had been on the verge of orgasm, and so pre-cum was dripping onto his fist, causing lubrication. Billy hadn’t ever gone as slow as he was now, his fist giving slow, kind strokes to his cock. It felt good, great actually, but what really had him going, was the picture. He hadn’t taken his eyes off it, off of her eyes, those hazel beauties, calling him in. He never increased tempo with his pumping, just kept to the slow, gentle strokes he now thought he would prefer. His breathing changed, it got deeper, with shorter breaths, and as he felt his balls clench, and braced for that all mighty pleasure, he heard the front door open, and close.
Panic coursed through him, he shot up and ran forward, forgetting to pull up his pants, he tripped and went to the floor, his dick was stiff. Hitting your dick on the floor with all your weight on it, can make a boner go away fast, but not before a bolt of pain goes through you. Billy had to shove his prick in his boxers and yank up his pants before his mom saw him.
“Billy? Billy, are you home?” she called from the kitchen, it sounded like she was setting groceries down. Billy buttoned his pants and pulled the plug on the PS3, so that when power returned, no one would be wiser to his plot. He walked into the hallway, past the staircase, and into the kitchen.
“Hi, mom.” Billy said as he stepped up to her and started sifting through the bags. His mom looked at him with a smile, and then looked concerned.
“Billy, are you alright?” she asked worried.
“Yea, why?” he asked a little confused, and scared to death.
“Well, your all sweaty.” She said, reaching out and putting the back of her hand against his forehead.
“Yea, the power was out when I got home, easy to sweat in the spring with no A/C.” He pulled away from her and began unloading the bags of groceries.
“The powers out, oh my. I’ll have to call your father and let him know.” She walked over to the kitchen phone and proceeded to call Billy’s father. Billy, knowing an opportunity when he sees one, walked into the dining room and into the den. Quickly he jumped across the room, seized the picture of Cindy, and ran up to his room, where he stashed it under his mattress.
The next few hours were a drag. Cindy got dropped off by her fried Samantha, and she spent most of the afternoon in her room on her laptop, using up her four hour battery. Billy’s father came home, with a friend of his from the electric company. His friend fixed up the blow fuse in the main circuit board of the house. He left, and the family was pulled together for dinner. After dinner, Cindy resided back to her room, Billy’s parents went into the den for some relaxing TV time, and Billy went up to his room, to look at the picture.
Now, through un-tempted eyes, he saw his lovely older sister, in her pristine outfit for school. But still, his mind told his dick to want, and his eyes saw again nothing but temptation, he unzipped his pants. Pulling his soft cock out, he drummed his fingers around it, until it began to stiffen, then he started pumping. He tried the slow technique, but it wasn’t a go, he just kept getting his skin caught together, to dry. He spit on his hand, and rubbed, which felt great, but the spit dried quickly, and left his hand somewhat sticky, he didn’t like it. He went for the fast approach again, but with the sticky hand, he couldn’t, but he didn’t want to stop. He had been masturbating every day for weeks now, and today was just killing him. He went into the bathroom attached to his room, and proceeded to wash his hands, his cock still sticking straight out of his pants.
A knocking came at the door, and panic rushed into Billy once again, but relief followed when he heard his sister talking to his mom. But then he got worried over what they were saying. “Honey, did you move your school photo from the den?” asked his mom to Cindy.
“No mom, why?” Cindy said in response.
“Well, darndest thing, it’s not there. I guess I’ll ask your brother. Night sweetie.”
“Night mom.”
Billy turned in horror, he left the photo sitting on his bedside table. He darted to get it, his moms knocking on the door. “Billy, sweetie, do you have the. Oh, there it is.” Billy came out the bathroom, to see his mother grabbing the photo from his bedside table, glancing down, he quickly turned and shoved his softening prick inside his shorts. “Why was this up here?” she asked turning to see Billy looking at her dumbfounded.
He raised his shoulder s and said, “Thought you put it up here, I didn’t notice really.” He faked a grin, which she bought and walked out of the room. He let out a sigh, how much closer can you get, then he thought back to a few hours ago and laughed. The door behind him snapped open, and Cindy walked in from her room. The two shared an adjoining bathroom, realizing how he could have been caught with his dick hard as rock by his sister, he laughed even more.
“I’m going to bed soon, so don’t be keeping me up with your chronic masturbation, okay dweeb.” Cindy said, pushing him past to get her toothbrush. He sat on his bed and watched her brush her teeth. His eyes were lustful, he wanted her, first he wanted just the image, but seeing her body, shaped by a god no-doubt, with a butt that curved with her legs, and back into her hips, like a wave of beauty and excellence. That butt was perfect, so round, so smooth, and the way it flowed into those smooth, sexy legs. The hips, ones that swung in, showing cleavage from the backside of her, and her breasts, they weren’t large, but they were sensual, and perky, as far as he knew, she didn’t wear a bra, yet they always stayed in place. When she turned to go back to her room, he stared gloriously at her ass, taking it in slow motion in his mind, seeing the ripples of her cargo shorts, that perfect fucking ass, the door slammed bring him back to reality, he looked down at his swollen cock, it set the definition for pitching a tent.
He rose and closed his door, the one to the hallway, the bathroom one he left open. He checked the clock, soon Cindy would be asleep, and his opportunity would be at hand. His dick would not go down for the next ten minutes, not with the thoughts running through his head. Fucking would have been too much to go for, even what he had planned was really pushing it, but he wanted it now, and more than anything he ever wanted, he had to bust one, and he was going to do it, while watching Cindy sleep.
He crept to the bathroom door leading to her room, and placed his ear next to it, listening for sounds. After a minute of silence, his plan was a go. He killed the light, and slowly opened the door to Cindy’s room. Tip-toeing inside, he crossed over to her bed, where she was sprawled on one side, covers at her feet, nothing but panties on. His dick seemed to get harder, and he realized something he should have earlier, coming in dresses wasn’t his best option. He went back to his room quietly, and stripped to his boxer shorts, then went back.
This time went all the way around to the side she was on, he stood over her, watching her breath. She was on her side, with her arms pulled up to her chest, covering those perky tits from view, but his gaze was focused on the curvature of her hips, ass, and legs, already he found himself rubbing his cock with his knuckles. He looked at the tent in his lap, and wasn’t surprised by the dark patch on the end, he had been erect a while.
Sliding his cock out, he rubbed his thumb over the tip, to catch some of his pre-cum, then he lubed up his dick with it, and began the slow, gentle stroking. He used his left fist for this job, he wanted to take his time, feeling he deserved this moment, having it been blown off all day. He walked to the other side of her bed, and stared hard at that perfect sculpture of an ass, and his dick supplied more lubricant. He was enjoying this beyond any porn he had ever seen, or even listened to; just the sound of Cindy’s breathing was helping to keep him horny. He felt his balls twitch, but nothing serious, just a flick to let him know it is working. He kept his gentle stroking going, and felt his body grow warmer.
Cindy shifted, Billy didn’t stop though, he didn’t care anymore, he was going to finish what he started. Cindy rolled onto her back, letting her arms by her sides; she was still asleep, her breathing proved that. Billy was awestruck with her tits, the nipples were the size of dimes, and the cup size was so perfect, that he didn’t realize he reached out and squeezed one. Cindy shifted again, now rolling towards Billy, who kept stroking, but took a step back. Cindy was now laying with an arm under her head and one hanging over the edge of the bed, one tit still visible.
Billy felt his balls tighten again, and new soon, he was going. So taking a gulp, he stepped closer, pumping his fist up and down his cock, in those soft, gentle strokes. His breathing was in pitch with hers, slow, deep breaths, he stepped closer, until the tip of his penis hovered over her face, he was ready. Giving himself as much time as needed, he kept to the slow strokes, until his balls tightened and told him to let go, but he held on, and kept stroking. No way he was going to let this moment go by so fast, he’d been in here maybe five minutes now, his original goal was ten, and he intended to make it that far.
For five minutes, Cindy didn’t change positions; Billy kept his fist gliding over his cock, nice, slow, soft strokes. He felt his balls being pulled inside him, or so it felt, but he kept on, he held his load. Billy was on the verge of falling over, out of pure pleasure, when he finally let out his load. With a few quick strokes, the ropes flew. Billy had always been a quick masturbator, and never had a large load, because he never built one up, but this time, things were different.
Rope one shot out and his Cindy’s pillow, the one on the opposite side. The second landed right across her face, making a white line from her eyebrow, to her upper lip. The second hit her in the eye directly, the third splashed on her lips, the fourth went into her hair, and the last trickles spilled onto her bed, and the floor.
The second rope of cum sent a wave of fear down Billy, the third, made him want to faint, and the rest told him to get the fuck out fast, but he stood over his beautiful 17 year old sister, now with his jizz on her face and hair. Then she opened her eyes, she couldn’t open the one with cum, it was sealed shut, but the other was filled with confusion. Billy, mouth open, but nothing coming out, just stood. Cindy rose slowly, and felt her face, rewarded with a sticky, warm substance she knew as cum, but who’s? Then she saw him, her little brother, with his dick out, and in his hand.
She wanted to scream, she wanted to murder him, she wanted to fuck, not him, but cum always made her horny. She watched him, and then pointed her finger at the door, a get out gesture. Billy didn’t move, he tried to talk, but his mouth moved and nothing came out. Eventually he walked out of the room shaking, afraid of what he did.
Cindy opened her mouth and licked her lips, the cum was sweet, like fruit, she wiped it off her face with her finger and licked that clean as well, her pussy was warming up now, she put a hand down her pants and began to massage her clit, her brothers cum providing a slight lubrication. She rubbed one out slowly, and quietly, like she had done many times in the house, she thought back to the times when she would sprawl out on the sofa in the den, and play with herself in those twenty minutes that nobody was at home, before the dweeb got into high school. She thought back to this morning with Samantha, and stopped, she would wait. Cindy rolled over, and grabbed her phone.
She sent a text to Samantha.
To be continued….
These events are complete fiction, none of it actually happened.
He was thirteen when he learned of girl’s true purpose, that’s what he calls it now, and also the same time he learned of masturbation. His friend Jimmy had found a tape while sorting through old movies that turned out to be porn of Jimmy’s mom playing with herself using a dildo. Jimmy watched the tape with Billy, and Billy was changed for good.
For the weeks afterwards, Billy had a crush on Jimmy’s mom. He spent countless hours watching her, mostly when she sunbathed by the pool. More than a few times he played with himself while watching from his bedroom on the second floor, which gave a perfect view of their pool next door. He would image going to her, and using his penis like she had the dildo, ending it by shooting his cum on her stomach, something he’d seen in other porn he watched. But, quickly the crush died, as Billy’s eyes were opened to all the amazing pornstars of the internet.
Billy’s favorite thing to do recently was to hook up his PlayStation 3 to the entertainment center in the den, and use the internet browser to look up tons of videos. His favorite time was right when he got home; there was a twenty minute time block that left him alone before his mom got home. He would spend those minutes whacking off a load, then moving his PS3 back upstairs, before his mom even pulled in.
One Friday, Billy got home and rushed up the stairs to get his PS3. His house was fairly large, it had a hallway leading from the front door, into the kitchen, which connects with the dining room. Through a set of wooden doors, the dining room connects to the den, which opens to a hallway that leads around to the front door, and the staircase to the second floor. On the second floor were four bedrooms, Billy’s, Cindy, Billy’s sister, their parent’s room, and a guest room.
Billy came bounding down the steps with his PS3 in his hands; he cut into the hallway, and into the den. The den was a large room, with a sofa long ways, and two sofa chairs on either side. Separating the chairs and the sofa, were two coffee tables, both had lamps, and assortments of photos. The carpet was a cream color, and the walls were wood paneling. Behind the sofa, built into the wall, was a brick fireplace. Hanging on the wall in front of the Sofa was a 54” LCD TV, connected to a seven speaker sound system. When he plugged up the porn, he could barely manage to hold his load five minutes, with the constant moaning, vibrating his skin, let alone the entire twenty minutes he had.
Rigging the system together, he grabbed his controller, the TV remote, and sat down with his pants undone. He flipped on the TV, then the sound system, and set down the remote. He turned on the PS3 with the controller, and selected the internet browser. He didn’t have to search; it was in his history ‘Xhamster.com’ his favorite site. He scrolled through the videos on the homepage, and clicked on the teens channel. There he scrolled and picked a video from the third row, one with a cute brunette, getting a good helping of dick.
He skipped the first part, and when the cute brunette was moaning from the fatty up her tight teen pussy, Billy tossed the controller aside, and put his hand in his boxers. In less than a minute, the 5” of cock Billy had, was raging with blood, and pulsing with each beat of his heart. He pulled his shorts down to his knees, and began whacking off. Slowly wasn’t how Billy did it, with what he knew, fast felt best, and that’s how he did it. He grabbed hold of the circumcised skin, and pumped his cock with vigor. The cute brunette was riding the fat cock; riding was what really got Billy going, watching girls in control, made him daydream about pussy more than anything.
He was getting into it, the sound system was putting out the cute brunettes moans on earthquake level, causing his body to vibrate slightly when she really let one out. He felt certain he was going to go soon, he pumped faster. As soon as he felt the urge, the screen went blank, and the sound cut off. “Huh?” he said aloud. He glanced up at the ceiling fan; it was coming to a halt, power failure. He looked around, disappointed at the fact of being so close to shooting, and having the porn taken away. Ever since he had watched porn, playing with himself without it was, just impossible, he needed an image to beat off to. His eyes settled on a picture to his right, setting on the coffee table. It was picture of a cute brunette, with similar looks to the pornstar he had just been watching, it didn’t dawn on him then, but it had now. He was getting off on a girl who looked like his sister Cindy.
He looked deep into the picture, looking at his sister with horny teenager eyes, not seeing his sister, but instead a smooth chinned female, with a soft creamy complexion, hazel brown eyes and hair, and lips that seemed to pop with flavor. She was smiling in the picture, nothing more than a fake smile, it was her school photo after all, but now it seemed to coax him, make him want it, and before he knew it, his fist was sliding up and down his cock again.
This time was different, he had been on the verge of orgasm, and so pre-cum was dripping onto his fist, causing lubrication. Billy hadn’t ever gone as slow as he was now, his fist giving slow, kind strokes to his cock. It felt good, great actually, but what really had him going, was the picture. He hadn’t taken his eyes off it, off of her eyes, those hazel beauties, calling him in. He never increased tempo with his pumping, just kept to the slow, gentle strokes he now thought he would prefer. His breathing changed, it got deeper, with shorter breaths, and as he felt his balls clench, and braced for that all mighty pleasure, he heard the front door open, and close.
Panic coursed through him, he shot up and ran forward, forgetting to pull up his pants, he tripped and went to the floor, his dick was stiff. Hitting your dick on the floor with all your weight on it, can make a boner go away fast, but not before a bolt of pain goes through you. Billy had to shove his prick in his boxers and yank up his pants before his mom saw him.
“Billy? Billy, are you home?” she called from the kitchen, it sounded like she was setting groceries down. Billy buttoned his pants and pulled the plug on the PS3, so that when power returned, no one would be wiser to his plot. He walked into the hallway, past the staircase, and into the kitchen.
“Hi, mom.” Billy said as he stepped up to her and started sifting through the bags. His mom looked at him with a smile, and then looked concerned.
“Billy, are you alright?” she asked worried.
“Yea, why?” he asked a little confused, and scared to death.
“Well, your all sweaty.” She said, reaching out and putting the back of her hand against his forehead.
“Yea, the power was out when I got home, easy to sweat in the spring with no A/C.” He pulled away from her and began unloading the bags of groceries.
“The powers out, oh my. I’ll have to call your father and let him know.” She walked over to the kitchen phone and proceeded to call Billy’s father. Billy, knowing an opportunity when he sees one, walked into the dining room and into the den. Quickly he jumped across the room, seized the picture of Cindy, and ran up to his room, where he stashed it under his mattress.
The next few hours were a drag. Cindy got dropped off by her fried Samantha, and she spent most of the afternoon in her room on her laptop, using up her four hour battery. Billy’s father came home, with a friend of his from the electric company. His friend fixed up the blow fuse in the main circuit board of the house. He left, and the family was pulled together for dinner. After dinner, Cindy resided back to her room, Billy’s parents went into the den for some relaxing TV time, and Billy went up to his room, to look at the picture.
Now, through un-tempted eyes, he saw his lovely older sister, in her pristine outfit for school. But still, his mind told his dick to want, and his eyes saw again nothing but temptation, he unzipped his pants. Pulling his soft cock out, he drummed his fingers around it, until it began to stiffen, then he started pumping. He tried the slow technique, but it wasn’t a go, he just kept getting his skin caught together, to dry. He spit on his hand, and rubbed, which felt great, but the spit dried quickly, and left his hand somewhat sticky, he didn’t like it. He went for the fast approach again, but with the sticky hand, he couldn’t, but he didn’t want to stop. He had been masturbating every day for weeks now, and today was just killing him. He went into the bathroom attached to his room, and proceeded to wash his hands, his cock still sticking straight out of his pants.
A knocking came at the door, and panic rushed into Billy once again, but relief followed when he heard his sister talking to his mom. But then he got worried over what they were saying. “Honey, did you move your school photo from the den?” asked his mom to Cindy.
“No mom, why?” Cindy said in response.
“Well, darndest thing, it’s not there. I guess I’ll ask your brother. Night sweetie.”
“Night mom.”
Billy turned in horror, he left the photo sitting on his bedside table. He darted to get it, his moms knocking on the door. “Billy, sweetie, do you have the. Oh, there it is.” Billy came out the bathroom, to see his mother grabbing the photo from his bedside table, glancing down, he quickly turned and shoved his softening prick inside his shorts. “Why was this up here?” she asked turning to see Billy looking at her dumbfounded.
He raised his shoulder s and said, “Thought you put it up here, I didn’t notice really.” He faked a grin, which she bought and walked out of the room. He let out a sigh, how much closer can you get, then he thought back to a few hours ago and laughed. The door behind him snapped open, and Cindy walked in from her room. The two shared an adjoining bathroom, realizing how he could have been caught with his dick hard as rock by his sister, he laughed even more.
“I’m going to bed soon, so don’t be keeping me up with your chronic masturbation, okay dweeb.” Cindy said, pushing him past to get her toothbrush. He sat on his bed and watched her brush her teeth. His eyes were lustful, he wanted her, first he wanted just the image, but seeing her body, shaped by a god no-doubt, with a butt that curved with her legs, and back into her hips, like a wave of beauty and excellence. That butt was perfect, so round, so smooth, and the way it flowed into those smooth, sexy legs. The hips, ones that swung in, showing cleavage from the backside of her, and her breasts, they weren’t large, but they were sensual, and perky, as far as he knew, she didn’t wear a bra, yet they always stayed in place. When she turned to go back to her room, he stared gloriously at her ass, taking it in slow motion in his mind, seeing the ripples of her cargo shorts, that perfect fucking ass, the door slammed bring him back to reality, he looked down at his swollen cock, it set the definition for pitching a tent.
He rose and closed his door, the one to the hallway, the bathroom one he left open. He checked the clock, soon Cindy would be asleep, and his opportunity would be at hand. His dick would not go down for the next ten minutes, not with the thoughts running through his head. Fucking would have been too much to go for, even what he had planned was really pushing it, but he wanted it now, and more than anything he ever wanted, he had to bust one, and he was going to do it, while watching Cindy sleep.
He crept to the bathroom door leading to her room, and placed his ear next to it, listening for sounds. After a minute of silence, his plan was a go. He killed the light, and slowly opened the door to Cindy’s room. Tip-toeing inside, he crossed over to her bed, where she was sprawled on one side, covers at her feet, nothing but panties on. His dick seemed to get harder, and he realized something he should have earlier, coming in dresses wasn’t his best option. He went back to his room quietly, and stripped to his boxer shorts, then went back.
This time went all the way around to the side she was on, he stood over her, watching her breath. She was on her side, with her arms pulled up to her chest, covering those perky tits from view, but his gaze was focused on the curvature of her hips, ass, and legs, already he found himself rubbing his cock with his knuckles. He looked at the tent in his lap, and wasn’t surprised by the dark patch on the end, he had been erect a while.
Sliding his cock out, he rubbed his thumb over the tip, to catch some of his pre-cum, then he lubed up his dick with it, and began the slow, gentle stroking. He used his left fist for this job, he wanted to take his time, feeling he deserved this moment, having it been blown off all day. He walked to the other side of her bed, and stared hard at that perfect sculpture of an ass, and his dick supplied more lubricant. He was enjoying this beyond any porn he had ever seen, or even listened to; just the sound of Cindy’s breathing was helping to keep him horny. He felt his balls twitch, but nothing serious, just a flick to let him know it is working. He kept his gentle stroking going, and felt his body grow warmer.
Cindy shifted, Billy didn’t stop though, he didn’t care anymore, he was going to finish what he started. Cindy rolled onto her back, letting her arms by her sides; she was still asleep, her breathing proved that. Billy was awestruck with her tits, the nipples were the size of dimes, and the cup size was so perfect, that he didn’t realize he reached out and squeezed one. Cindy shifted again, now rolling towards Billy, who kept stroking, but took a step back. Cindy was now laying with an arm under her head and one hanging over the edge of the bed, one tit still visible.
Billy felt his balls tighten again, and new soon, he was going. So taking a gulp, he stepped closer, pumping his fist up and down his cock, in those soft, gentle strokes. His breathing was in pitch with hers, slow, deep breaths, he stepped closer, until the tip of his penis hovered over her face, he was ready. Giving himself as much time as needed, he kept to the slow strokes, until his balls tightened and told him to let go, but he held on, and kept stroking. No way he was going to let this moment go by so fast, he’d been in here maybe five minutes now, his original goal was ten, and he intended to make it that far.
For five minutes, Cindy didn’t change positions; Billy kept his fist gliding over his cock, nice, slow, soft strokes. He felt his balls being pulled inside him, or so it felt, but he kept on, he held his load. Billy was on the verge of falling over, out of pure pleasure, when he finally let out his load. With a few quick strokes, the ropes flew. Billy had always been a quick masturbator, and never had a large load, because he never built one up, but this time, things were different.
Rope one shot out and his Cindy’s pillow, the one on the opposite side. The second landed right across her face, making a white line from her eyebrow, to her upper lip. The second hit her in the eye directly, the third splashed on her lips, the fourth went into her hair, and the last trickles spilled onto her bed, and the floor.
The second rope of cum sent a wave of fear down Billy, the third, made him want to faint, and the rest told him to get the fuck out fast, but he stood over his beautiful 17 year old sister, now with his jizz on her face and hair. Then she opened her eyes, she couldn’t open the one with cum, it was sealed shut, but the other was filled with confusion. Billy, mouth open, but nothing coming out, just stood. Cindy rose slowly, and felt her face, rewarded with a sticky, warm substance she knew as cum, but who’s? Then she saw him, her little brother, with his dick out, and in his hand.
She wanted to scream, she wanted to murder him, she wanted to fuck, not him, but cum always made her horny. She watched him, and then pointed her finger at the door, a get out gesture. Billy didn’t move, he tried to talk, but his mouth moved and nothing came out. Eventually he walked out of the room shaking, afraid of what he did.
Cindy opened her mouth and licked her lips, the cum was sweet, like fruit, she wiped it off her face with her finger and licked that clean as well, her pussy was warming up now, she put a hand down her pants and began to massage her clit, her brothers cum providing a slight lubrication. She rubbed one out slowly, and quietly, like she had done many times in the house, she thought back to the times when she would sprawl out on the sofa in the den, and play with herself in those twenty minutes that nobody was at home, before the dweeb got into high school. She thought back to this morning with Samantha, and stopped, she would wait. Cindy rolled over, and grabbed her phone.
She sent a text to Samantha.
To be continued….
These events are complete fiction, none of it actually happened.
Anastasia
- 15.03.2021
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