Game Night Pt. 09

Katerina let him fill her until he pressed at the back of her throat, the metal of his piercing thick and hard, before she pulled him free of her mouth letting her saliva cling between them as her lips lifted from his hot length. She worked her hand up and down lightly squeezing as she looked at him. She wondered briefly what he thought as he looked down at his sister, spit dripping to her chin, his hard cock in her hands but the curiosity faded as she slid him back into her mouth.

His hands were on her head, his fingers moving through her hair trying to establish a hold and the contact was both erotic and soothing to her. He knew it was his sister between his legs and he wasn't pushing her away, choosing instead to hold her to him, to let her know by the movement of his fingers and hips how much he enjoyed what she was doing.

Kat swirled her tongue around the fat crown of his dick and as his hips surged toward her with growing urgency she knew he was close. She continued to work him with her hand as her tongue slid up and down the soft, thick, shifting rod. She felt her hips rocking as he slid to her throat once more but the movement was merely reflexive and provided her with no real sensation since she was humping air. Still, she had to admire the tenacity of her body it was on board and one hundred percent ready for him.

Katerina gagged, only once, but the reaction curled her forcefully as Owen's hips thrusted too quickly and the thick head of his cock entered her throat stretching her leaving her momentarily breathless. She could hear him make a noise, almost a bark of a word but the meaning was lost to her ears as her throat constricted around him. She pulled back feeling his piercing tug in her throat before she could pull air into her lungs as her nose ran and her spit spilled from her lips. Stroking him more insistently she gave her mouth a moment to recover admiring the glossy look of his skin in her hand.

She lost herself for a moment as she looked at him watching her hand move up and down, feeling the strong shift of his body and the messy smear of spit between them. Her body rolled again as the realization resonated within her that this was her brother. The boy she'd wanted for so long and now her mouth had taken him, her saliva coated him, all of her fluids. She groaned as her hand slid around the head of his dick and he mirrored the sound, arching his back off the tub as she pushed and pulled around him.

Owen moaned her name. Chancing a glance up at him she absorbed the sight of his face pointing right at her, his body torquing beneath her, his mouth opened as he breathed quick and shallow. She lowered her head feeling his hands move readily with her-staying tight in her hair but not holding her down, not directing, not forcing. Extending her tongue she licked beneath the head of his cock, flicking her tongue over the metal bead as her hand continued to move, willing him to cum, begging to feel him spray down her throat and across her face.

"Kat-" Owen said, his voice breaking slightly.

"I know." She hissed back before closing her lips over the head of him and sucking her lips free with a loud pop. "I want it." She worked him faster, sliding her hand down him, twisting her palm lightly, rubbing her lower lip over the slit of his opening. Her voice was a dark hunger as she said his name.

"No." Owen rolled his hips. "Fuck!" He groaned loudly. "I want to cum, but..." He shrugged his shoulders as she looked up at him. He loosened his hold on her hair. "I can't."

"Oh?" Katerina opened her mouth and wiggled her tongue at him, flicking the underside of his thick cock. "Is that, like, a challenge or something?" Without waiting for a reply she took him deep into her, swirling her tongue around his pulsing dick until the blunt head of his cock pressed into her throat. She gagged and drank in the moan her contracting throat tore from his lips. The metal bar in his cock was hard in her throat but she relished all parts of him.

"Fuck, oh God, Kat!"

Owen worked his hips, his hands tightening their grip in her hair, the sound of her name on his lips causing a gush of fluid to splash from her pussy. She pulled him to the edge of her lips and sucked hard until he slipped from her mouth with a loud pop. She felt his body shudder as his knees threatened to buckle but she was not giving up until his cum was in her mouth.

"Let me hear you moan my name again." Kat whispered, her lower lip full and pouting. She continued to work Owen's spit covered cock with her hands. "Please?"

"Kat-"

"Yessssss." Katerina worked her hips front to back as Owen's cock bobbed up and down in front of her face. "When you moaned for me, I squirted." Kat teased. She looked up at Owen, her eyes full and shining for him. "You moaned my name and I felt myself gush all," she inhaled slowly, "over my" she worked him slowly, swirling her tongue around the head of his dick, "pretty", a breathy exhale, "little", another breathy exhale, "feet." She wiggled her toes feeling the slick rub of her toes against one another.

Right on cue Owen's hips thrust forward and Katerina took him in her mouth fully expecting to be rewarded with his hot, delicious cum for her efforts. All she received, however, was a pained groan as his cock pressed into her throat once more. In a quick move, Owen freed himself from her grip and nearly fell over in the tub. He maintained his balance and stood panting, looking at his sister with her glossy slick face, her rosy cheeks, and the look of desire burning hot in her eyes.

"Katerina!" Owen panted, still trying to catch his breath. "I can't cum because I have to pee!" His words were quick and blunt and she knew he'd said more than he intended as his cheeks burned as bright as Jessica's hair.

"Oh?!" Katerina licked her lips again. "Then, I can go back to playing?" She asked hopefully.

Owen ran his fingers through his hair in that adorable fashion that was so totally him. "Kat," he paused, looking at her expectantly.

Kat meowed playfully, licking the back of her hand and stroking it through her hair.

Owen laughed and the smile he gave her was heartwarming. "I'm always yours Kitty Kat."

"I'm gonna hold you to that." Kat replied easily, lazily pointing to the toilet with her hand. Though she would have liked to direct him somewhere else, she figured he wouldn't be ready for anything like that just yet.

Owen stood by the porcelain bowl, grabbed himself and aimed as best he could, fighting the turgid length which refused to soften. He could almost feel Katerina's eyes on him, the touch of her tongue along his dick, and the feelings left him twitching. His cock was harder than he thought possible and he knew, without a fiber of doubt that there was no way he was going to be able to pee. His balls began to ache even as his bladder screamed for release.

***

Samantha rolled off the bed after the door eased shut behind Katerina. She felt bad for faking sleep but she thought that just maybe, Kat and Owen would like a moment to themselves. She stretched, arching her back and pointing her toes, but a nagging sensation in her mind would not let her rise from the bed. Not yet, at least. In those final moment, the throes of passion, well, it's easy to let yourself go and say things that you may not really mean because you are caught up in the moment.

She chewed her lip, her brows twisted. Did Owen really know what he'd done, what he'd said to her? Absently, her hand rubbed her belly just beneath her navel. She could almost feel the sexual power of him releasing within her, and yet, as she rubbed her belly, it wasn't from arousal. There was a nagging sense that maybe, just maybe, by morning Owen wouldn't want his life to change in the way that it possibly had within their moment of carelessness.

Shaking her head, she removed her hand from her stomach and threw the covers back. There would be time for questions and concerns later. Right now, she was determined to be in the moment and finish her night by being present in the moment. Forcing a smile to her lips took less effort than she'd thought it might, and she felt a confident sway in the swing of her hips as she began to walk from the room.

Samantha recaptured the character she'd played with Kat and Owen and started to set off in exploration of the house. Still, if she were a true to character little sister, what kind of a little sister wouldn't use any opportunity to peep on what her older siblings were up to? The thought made her smile and she eased her petite feet the floor groaning as Owen's cum dripped from her. She still couldn't believe that Katerina hadn't noticed her movements as she had licked and sucked on her pussy.

It had taken every bit of strength she possessed to swallow her moans as the rich sounds of Katerina's wet pussy filled the room. She had wanted to cry out as the brunette sucked and licked and Owen's cum sloshed through Samantha's well used, slick, velvety lips. She trembled as her weight settled on her soles, the memory almost too much to bear.

She crept into the hall and was momentarily lost. Had Owen and Kat gone downstairs? Or down the hall? She walked to the top of the stairs and listened for any sounds. Her head snapped to the right as sound did register. The sound of rushing water being cut short.

Samantha tiptoed to the bathroom and placed her ear against the door. She could hear a mumble of words being exchanged and then of bodies shifting in the tub. She cracked the door carefully, hoping against hope that the hinges wouldn't squeak. Through the sliver of the door she watched as Kat stood over Owen, closed her eyes, and shook like a leaf in the wind. Samantha placed a hand over her mouth as Katerina began to pee. Since she couldn't see Owen anywhere else in the bathroom, it took her just a moment to deduce where he had to be. She barely stopped her gasp as the realization of what she was watching washed over her.

Her hand dropped to her slit as her libido awakened once more, and though she hissed at the slight sting of her still sensitive clit, she let her fingers pull gently at her lips. Her fingers rubbed gently as Kat began to play with Owen, taking his wet cock into her mouth. Samantha could barely contain her excitement. She teased the pulsing hole at her core gingerly prodding the well-used area. She was sore, but she still wanted to play. How could she resist the urge to play along when every fiber of her being was being teased by the visuals and sounds before her.

As Samantha's fingers slid over her clit to tease her dewy lips, she could hear the sloppy suck and pop of Katerina's mouth working over Owen's erection. Then there was the sounds Owen was making as his sister teased him. His breath drawing in fast and deep only to explode as Katerina took him deep, the bludgeoning end of his cock making its way into Katerina's throat.

She almost came the moment Katerina gagged around her brother. Owen's hands were in Katerina's hair, pulling her down as he thrust forward and that was all it took for Katerina's body to curl forward as Owen forced his way deeper. Katerina made a choking, gulping sound and all her muscles contracted simultaneously. When Owen relented, Kat let him withdraw in a gush of her saliva, strands clinging to her tongue and lips, draping over his glistening cock.

Samantha, slipped her fingers into her begging hole and bit the fingers of her free-hand to keep from calling out.

Refocusing she slowed her own pleasure to get a better sense of what was happening in the small room.

Owen seemed to be struggling as Kat worked her mouth around him. Samantha began to pull at her nipples, feeling the electric song flow through her bringing gooseflesh and the desire to whimper. She suppressed the moan fearing she would be discovered.

Not that anything would happen, but she rather liked spying on Owen and Kat. It was erotic watching them taking to one another on their own. There was no game driving what they were heading toward and the idea of what was to come left Samantha's pussy drooling down her thighs.

She pulled her nipples harder really feeling the sting, feeling her river flow more freely.

It wasn't enough. Not anymore. She slid her hand down her body through the thin hair above her slit and dipped her fingers between her lips. The skin was still sore but it was gloriously gooey and her clit was standing tall and begging to be touched. She started anew slowly rubbing soft circles around the tiny bundle of nerves as she continued to watch the brother and sister in the bathroom.

***

"Kitty Kat."

She loved the way he said her name. It was his pet name for her and it was the verbal equivalent of his soft palm sliding along her cheek to cup her face. She felt swaddled by the syllables. "Owen?" His back was still to her and she had yet to hear the sound of water splashing against water.

He turned toward her. Guess he didn't really need to pee.

"Kat." He shivered as he said her name, looking her up and down.

Katerina looked down to see what he could see and to her it really wasn't pretty. She was leaning over the side of the tub so there was a roll of flab, one boob showing between her arms and the tub wall (no doubt flatter and distorted because of her position). She looked back up at him.

Yep, there was that adoring, worshipping stare of his looking her over with, well... She furrowed her brow. What was that underlying look? There was a peace within him as he looked at her, a smile that didn't show in his face as much as it showed through him. Damn. The way he was looking at her now, that was pride. He was proud of her.

"I love you, Kat." His voice was strong and sure. Though they had said this phrase to one another many times as they grew up, this time it was a wholly new experience.

"I love you, too." The words felt powerful on her tongue; a deep and ancient magic exploding to life in the small tiled room.

"I want you." His hunger was rising again, she could tell by the way his cock twitched and bobbed as it strained out from his hips.

"Take me. I'm waiting."

"Thing is, I still need to pee first."

Oh. She contorted her face, pulling her lips to one side of her mouth as she tried to think of options for him.

"Well... if you want I could ste-"

"I want to pee on you." His words were a little too loud and much too fast.

Kat recoiled slightly at the shock of his words. Not from the subject matter, she was crazy about her pee fetish and though it embarrassed her, she always wanted exactly this. No, she withdrew because what her brother had just said out loud to her was insane.

She looked up and, yep, his face was bright red, his chest was rising and falling in a rush from his panicked breath, but he wasn't backing down.

***

Samantha had been sitting in the floor, spread eagle, her fingers still circling her clit, her cum forming a puddle beneath her which she could feel shift as she moved. She could smell the musky scent of her pussy and hear the slosh of the liquid within her and it made her feel dirty in the best of ways and hungry for more.

When there was an explosion of sound from within the bathroom she'd almost thrown herself to the side to make an escape but she could still see inside. No one was looking at her. There was no slam of falling bodies, no cacophony of falling bottles. It took her a moment to realize, the explosion she'd thought she'd heard, was merely Owen speaking and breaking the blanketing silence which had captured them all.

Owen was still standing at the edge of the tub, his cock still long and throbbing, (God, she wanted him inside of her again. Anywhere as long as he was inside.) and Kat still leaning against the side of the tub.

It wasn't fair how gorgeous the brunette was. She was slumped against the edge of the tub and she looked like a freaking goddess. Her hair was spilt over her shoulders in sex tousled waves, her skin was glowing, and she probably smelled like a Hawaiian flower. If Samantha had been in that same position she would have had flab rolls, and weird boob physics...

Something was going on. They were still looking at one another and Owen's face was bright red. Samantha's fingers stilled between her legs.

"Iwanttopeeonyou." Owen spoke again but he said the words too fast for her mind to grasp them.

A slow, smile bloomed on Kat's face and that glow about her intensified.

"Don't tease me." She bit her lower lip.

"I'm not." Owen replied easily, though the red seemed darker now.

Samantha's fingers began to move again. She had been where Owen was (metaphorically) with Katerina. She had allowed herself to be vulnerable enough to give Katerina what she wanted, but couldn't ask. It was intimate, secret, darkly hot. Now, she was going to be witness to Owen doing the same.

Her body sang with electricity. While she should have felt dirty from sneaking in on their private moment, it was definitely in character. She bit her lip and thought of all the things she could do in the aftermath of the siblings' bathroom tryst.

Forsaking her clit, Samantha delved her fingers deeper into her slit and began working in earnest toward whatever release would claim her. She need only be gone by the time the lovers emerged.

***

Owen looked down at his sister. She looked magnificent. Her back was smooth and unblemished, her skin calling to be touched, kissed, and licked. He could just make out one of her perfect tear-drop shaped breasts through the crook of her arm. His cock throbbed and he wished it wouldn't bob so dumbly in the air. His bladder was screaming for release and his cheeks were burning.

"Are you serious?" Kat looked at him now and there was a dark confusion in her eyes.

For a moment, a butterfly's heartbeat, he worried that maybe he'd just imagined that she wanted to be peed on. What if he'd imagined the whole night!? What if he was actually in his childhood home right now and moments from emerging from this room to the shocked stares of his parents. God, how was he going to explain this to his parents when he walked out of the bathroom in his childhood home, naked, with an erection!?

"Owen?" Kat's voice brought him back from the insanity spiral and there was a smile touching the corner of her mouth. "You are serious." Her smile was brilliant and the joy in her voice was evident.

"I don't know how to do it but I, er, well, I-I wanted," he looked at her, "something for you." He finished and immediately felt sick to his stomach. Such a dumb sentiment. 'Oooh, I wanted to do something for you so I thought, why not pee directly on you?'

"That can't have been easy for you to say." Her smile, so full of love, persisted. "Of course, I would love that, but can I ask why?"

"Well, I thought you would like it." Owen frowned and looked at the shiny metal piercing bobbing up and down. "I mean, I just kept thinking about all the things you've done for me and how I would do anything for you." He met her eyes, so like his own, and smiled. "And then it was easy for me to say it."

Katerina giggled girlishly. "Easy?"

"Easier."

A quiet settled over the room and they just stared at one another for a full minute.

"Well?" Katerina prompted at last.

"What?"

"I'm sitting here, waiting." She held up her arms as if to say 'what else?'

"Well, how do I do it?"

She giggled again. "I'm pretty sure you boys do it standing up."

Owen's face turned redder. "I meant," he looked down, "this thing is pretty stiff so I'm not going to be able to aim it well."

"I don't care about that." Kat rolled her eyes.

"Well, but what if I get it somewhere you don't want it?"

"Don't worry about that."

"Don't?"

"I'm not worried about it. I just want to feel it."

"But, Kat," He looked pleadingly at her.

"Meow."