Man of the House

I was suddenly nervous. "How are we gonna do this?" I asked.

Erin was bouncing on her toes, obviously nervous and excited. I had seen her do this countless times growing up. Just before she stepped onto the starting block. While waiting for her name to run onto the soccer field. Waiting for her prom date. And waiting for mom to open her acceptance (or rejection) letter from college.

She looked around and said, "OH! Wait! She grabbed the corner of her bedspread and yanked it onto the floor, then tossed all four pillows onto it. "Spread this out," she said as she passed me to get to her closet. I did as she said, and while I was still working, her purple velour blanket landed in the middle of it, still folded, albeit loosely after the landing. I looked up at her with a smile. Still bouncing. I spread the blanket out over the bedspread and before I got the corner straight, she was on the blanket, kneeling close to me.

I barely caught myself when she jumped on me, but we were quickly locked in a heated embrace, tongues wrestling freely now, no pretense or trepidation. We both knew how we felt and both knew what we wanted. Now was not the time to be shy. She again returned her hand to my crotch and quickly found my erection, which was painfully hanging down to the left, though struggling to find its way upward against my shorts and boxers.

Erin was grabbing at it and it felt like she was trying to bend it up. "Ow!" I whispered. She stopped and leaned back a little.

"What'd I do?"

"It's just...it doesn't bend that way." She watched as I reached down and rotated it up to the 12 o'clock from the 5 as if I was turning back the hands of a clock. "There," I smiled, "that's better."

She smiled and kissed me again, this time her hand readily finding the dick she was looking for, resting comfortably against my stomach. She stroked it gently and freely, exploring and hopefully becoming more comfortable. I have to admit she was doing a good job and I began to breathe heavily and let out the occasional involuntary moan.

Her own breath was increasing and she mumbled into my mouth, "You like that, huh?"

"Uh huh" back into her mouth.

"Then you're going to love this." With that she pressed on my chest as she looked into my eyes and sat back. I settled back onto my butt and Erin hooked her fingers into my waistband, tugging downward. I helped her out by pushing them down and lifting up off the blanket. As she finished pulling them off my legs, I grabbed two of her pillows and put them behind me, and lay back on them. There I was in my t-shirt and boxer shorts. Erin was still dressed in her tank and shorts.

She focused on the tent in my boxers and ran her hands up and down my thighs with a look I'd never seen before. Smiling heatedly at me, she leaned in and ran her face along the side of my erection, separated by only a thin layer of cotton. Her hands both made the trip up the legs of my boxers and with one hand she fondled my balls, with the other she squeezed my shaft.

"You're so warm," she breathed, and then lightly bit the head through my boxers. I jumped at the unexpected move, but quickly relaxed. Erin pulled both hands out from the legs of my shorts and unbuttoned the fly before fishing out my erection and making a "mmmm" sound. She seemed to admire it, stroking it gently, the edge of her forefinger and thumb bumping up against the ridge of the head on each stroke.

"Oh, shit, you feel good," I mumbled.

"Does it feel better than this?" She looked into my eyes as she dipped her head down and ran her tongue from the base of my cock to the head.

"Fuck, Erin!" I blurted out.

"Ssshhh," she giggled, "mom will hear you." She shook her head with a smile before doing it again, this time covering the head with her mouth when she got to the tip. Still stroking with her hand, she licked the tip around and around as her mouth kept me warm. It was all I could do to keep from crying out. I seriously doubted this was her first blow job, but I didn't know that I wanted to know how many she had given before, or to whom.

She continued to take more of me into her mouth, moaning quietly and fondling me randomly with her fingers. She pulled off and dipped her head back down again, sucking first one ball into her mouth and rolling it, then the other before returning to the head to engulf me again. I didn't know how much I could take. I was getting close. "Erin, I'm gonna cum soon."

"Do you think you can go twice tonight?" she asked before dropping her head back down.

"I usually can," I stuttered, trying to control myself.

"Then relax. I can take it." With that she began picking up the pace and started really working me over. She was letting her drool run down over the shaft and her hand, making slurping sounds as I bumped the back of her throat every time she dove down into my lap. My thighs began to tingle right up close to my groin, and my hands gripped the blanket behind me. In a matter of seconds I felt that familiar unstoppable burn firing up through my shaft from my stomach.

"Here it comes!" My breath left me, my core seizing up and I grunted as my hips twitched. I was fully expecting the back of her head to explode out from the force, but she just moaned and buried her nose in my boxers. She convulsed as I blasted into her mouth, doing a series of involuntary crunches. I couldn't see her face, but I imagined her eyes squeezed shut, her face red as she suffocated herself on my spurting head. She continued to swallow, her throat closing around the tip, then releasing repeatedly.

When the blasting stopped, my sister moaned and closed her mouth around the base, pulling her lips all the way up, sucking me dry. "Wow," she muttered, breathless. "How many gallons do you think that was?" She laughed. Her eyes were red and watery, her face red and she was breathing heavily. "But look," she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, "I didn't lose a drop."

I laughed the best I could. "No you didn't." I fell back onto the pillows, exhausted.

"Oh no you don't," Erin objected as she landed on my chest, her face inches from mine. "We're just getting started. I just came while you came in my mouth, but now I want to cum into yours." She laughed and kissed me, grinding her hips on my exhausted penis.

"No complaints here." I grabbed her ass and squeezed as we kissed. While our tongues danced together, I brought my hands up her back, then back down, digging my fingers in under her waistband to feel her naked skin. I was surprised to find she wasn't wearing any underwear under her shorts. When my hands made contact with her skin, she moaned into my mouth, grinding harder against my returning erection. Placing her hands on my chest, she sat up on my crotch, her legs straddling my waist, and pulled her tank top over her head with a smile.

"I bet this is what you really wanted to see." Her breasts were perfect. Small, perky, capped with small pink areola and nipples no bigger than an eraser.

"You're beautiful, Erin," I professed as my hands moved from her shorts up to her breasts, gently caressing her mounds. "And no tan lines?"

She smiled as she said, "If you would spend more time at home during the day you would know that. Some of the girls come over and tan nude with me since our yard is the most private." My eyes got big at her confession and my cock jumped, which she apparently felt because she squealed like I had goosed her, then laughed. "Like that, huh? The thought of your naked sister tanning with her naked friends just below your window?" She ground against me again as she asked.

"Damn, Erin," I groaned, grabbing a fistful of her hair and with my hand around her back, I pulled her nipple to my mouth. She hovered just above me, moaning and writhing, her hand on the pillow beside my head. I alternated between her nipples, bathing them with my tongue and biting gently on her nipples.

"Oh!" she squealed.

"Sshhh," I reminded her with a smile, "Mom"

"Bastard!" she whispered, laughing as she continued to grind on my lap.

Since I still had a fistful of hair, I pulled back, not enough to hurt her, just to take control. She laughed as I pulled her head back, causing her to lean away from me and I sat up, pushing her onto her back. Letting go of her hair, I grabbed her shorts and pulled them down over her legs, revealing a narrow triangle of trimmed light brown fur, again with no tan lines. Her lips were shaved smooth and her patch served as a direction arrow pointing directly to her clit.

"You're gorgeous, sis. Your pussy is amazing." I looked up at her face and saw a smile.

"Megan thinks so." I was shocked to hear her say that and my face must have showed it. "Now let's see if you're as good as she is." Erin quickly pressed my head down and I knew what she wanted.

Thoughts of my sister in lesbian action with her short brunette friend Megan circled my brain like toy race cars on a track. They were unstoppable and seemed to pick up speed quickly making the rounds. Visions of Megan burying her head in Erin's crotch, both of them covered in suntan oil, the sun beating down on their shining skin, had my cock straining. The blood was rushing to my dick like people trying to enter an already full elevator, but someone was insisting there was still room. It was almost painful. I had to be careful not to rub my head on the blanket as I licked the crease where her thigh met her vulva.

Her scent was intoxicating. She was already wet. I knew she had already had one orgasm and I couldn't wait to give her another. Or two. Or three. My hands pressed her thighs apart further and I watched as her lips pulled apart, opening to my tongue. Her inner lips were full and pink and right now, kind of stuck together, but the bottom portion had separated. I licked first one crease at her thigh, then the other, circling up and running my tongue through her soft patch of hair before coming back down the other side.

Erin was getting antsy as I teased her, whimpering and rolling her hips. I brought my pointed tongue back down the crease and felt the transition from firm, stretched inner thigh, down toward the softer flesh of her ass. Circling back in like a u-turn, I flattened my tongue and when I tasted her juices, I turned north and licked straight up through her labia, separating them with my tongue. She moaned and her hand attached to my head. I looked up over her mound and saw her head was rolled back, her nipples pointing straight up in the foreground.

She tasted incredible. "Mmmm, your pussy tastes great, sis." She grunted and her hips twitched at my compliment. I buried my tongue back in and began to explore her inside and out, alternately stroking my tongue up and down, grazing her clit for just a second, and thrusting into her, curling my tongue up before pulling it back out and running it up to her bean again.

Her hand was stirring in my hair, her other hand stroking her breasts and pulling her nipples as she moaned, whined, flinched, thrust, and rolled. I was careful to watch for signals. I played around with her, sucking her labia between my lips, running my tongue along the edge; burying my tongue deep into her and moving it around, and eventually coming back up to flick her clitoris with my tongue. Once I shifted my focus on her love button, she began to respond in earnest. Her breathing was sharp and ragged, she started pulling and rolling her nipples more firmly, her hips jumped in staccato movements and I could see her abs flinching.

Finally, she lifted her head to look down at me, her forehead in a knot, mouth partially open. Her blue eyes gazed into mine and I smiled, flicking my tongue rapidly across her clit. She bit her bottom lip, shifting her eyes from my eyes to my tongue and whimpered. Pushing herself up into a semi-sitting position, she supported herself with one hand, and grabbed my head with the other, not letting me leave (as if I wanted to).

She moaned and whined as she ground against my mouth, stuttering in a whisper, "Eat it. Lick that pussy. Make me cum." She barely let a sound escape when her eyes pinched shut, she gritted her teeth, and my tongue and chin were flooded with warmth. For a few seconds she continued doing mini crunches, but soon enough she released my head and smiled at me.

I crawled up and kissed her as she lay back on the pillow, her foot caressing the back of my thigh. "How'd I do?" I asked.

She twisted her mouth like she was thinking, and replied. "It's a toss up." She began giggling, that gorgeous smile melting me as I laughed in response.

"Well, let me ask you. Can Megan do this?" I pressed my dripping erection into her velvet pussy, sinking all the way in as her face turned from a smile to a gasp before fading into a look of pure bliss.

She shook her head quickly in an urgent answer and smiled. "No. She most certainly can not." Pulling me down for a kiss, she speared her tongue into my mouth as her other foot came up to hook behind my thigh. I couldn't believe it. I was finally balls deep in my amazing little sister. I was in absolute heaven. I stayed there for a little while, just kissing her and feeling her embrace. The underside of my head was brushed against the knob that was her cervix. What do you know? A perfect fit.

Erin dropped her head back down onto the pillow and began rolling her hips just a little bit. "Go ahead, Cory. Fuck your sister." Her eyes were partially closed, reveling in her own pleasure. One hand was on my shoulder and the other had made its way to her clit where she began brushing against it with her finger tips as I was buried inside. I withdrew just a little, regretting that I had to leave and we both moaned a little at the friction of the movement. I pressed in again.

Over the next few thrusts, I withdrew slowly, each time a little further, and pressed in as deep as I could go. Erin's hand never stopped. In and out I moved, picking up the pace. I raised up on my knees so I could see myself buried in her and my excitement increased another level. As I pulled out, her lips grabbed me, pulling out with me as if they were begging me not to leave. When I pushed in, they followed me in. My shaft was slick with her love, shiny in the light. Her crotch was lubricated all the way around, from thigh to thigh and her pubic hair had a few droplets on the curls where I imagine she had drawn it out with her own fingers. Her fingertips were a blur, pulling her clit side to side, the top end of her lips pulled in the chase.

"Oh, god, Erin. You look amazing." I looked up at her face, curled in a smile of subdued bliss.

"Mmmm, I'm glad you think so. I love your cock. You fill me just right." Her hips continued to roll as I steadily withdrew and pressed forward. Her breath caught in her throat every few breaths and soon her breathing picked up. "A little faster" she breathed. I began picking up the pace a little bit and when she nodded and said, "Yeah. Like that," I tried to hold that rhythm. She continued to work her nipples with her free hand but it wasn't long before her breath started catching in regular intervals and her abs contracted in time with it. "Damn, Cory. You're making me cum." She sounded strained and finally she let out a muted, struggling "Mmmmmmmmmmm" as she clamped her lips closed.

Dropping back onto the pillow and removing her hand from her pussy, she laughed, "God, this is tough with mom so close. I wanted to just let loose, but couldn't"

"Well, I'd hate for you to get in trouble for fucking your brother. I hope we don't get caught." With that, I laid into her, making a squeal escape from her lungs, and began fiercely pounding into her. I dropped down onto my hands again, hovering above her as my hips bumped her forward, making her nipples dance around.

"Fuck you," she laughed, trying to stay quiet as the pleasure built for both of us. Her face was constantly transitioning from furrowed brow to smile to pulling me in for a kiss. I think she wanted to use my mouth as a gag to cover her screams. She was fighting hard to keep quiet, but I was fighting hard to make it difficult for her.

"God, you're hot. You've got an amazing body and your eyes are gorgeous, Erin." Again she pulled me in for a kiss and I was getting close.

"Are you close to cumming in your gorgeous sister, Cor? Because she wants her brother's cock to fill her with cum."

"But..."

"I'm on the pill. It's okay," she breathed. "Cum in me."

I couldn't stop now if I wanted to. I buried into her, again resting against her cervix. My sister pulled me down for a kiss and our tongues dueled as I filled her request. She moaned into my mouth and held me tight around the shoulders as if she was afraid I would leave. My dick was throbbing and burning as each load fired into her.

"Fuck, Cory, you cum a ton! I can't wait for you to cover me with it."

"Oh, Fuck, Erin!" Just the image of blowing a load on her body drained me. A few more pumps and my erection was left with the dry heaves, but still trying.

I dropped to my elbows, giving my arms and legs a break, but I still didn't want to crush her. We kissed, gently, trying not to get too worked up again. I was exhausted, not just from the sex, but from the whole day.

Rolling me off, Erin said, a little too loudly, "I've got to clean up. You're leaking out of me." She stood up and pulled on her cotton bathrobe, tying it closed before opening the door to the hallway. She stuck her head out and looked toward mom's room before stepping into the hallway. She closed the door and I heard the floor creak in the hallway. Damn this house! It was always so hard to sneak in late.

I heard the bathroom door close, followed by another single creak in the floor. That's weird. The bathroom floor doesn't do that. I sat up and took the blanket up before smoothing the bedspread back on the bed and tossing the pillows up there. Apart from the smell of sex and her naked brother, Erin's room was back to normal.

The bathroom door opened and a few seconds later my sister was back in and handed me a warm washcloth to clean my junk.

"Do you want to sleep here tonight?" she asked.

"But your bed creaks, remember?"

"SLEEP here," she repeated.

"What about mom?"

"When's the last time she checked your room in the morning?"

"Good point. But let me lock my door. I have to go to the bathroom anyway."

"I'll be here." With that she shrugged her robe off and posed with her hands on her hips.

"Sleep, huh?"

She giggled and shrugged.

After slipping on my shorts, I opened the door and walked down to the bathroom, locking my bedroom door on the way. I used the bathroom, brushed my teeth and avoided the mirror. While I enjoyed myself and wanted more, I still had a tinge of guilt and couldn't look myself in the eye. How was this going to play out?

Turning the light out before I opened the bathroom door, everything was dark except for the dim light from under Erin's door and a bluish light from under mom's. She must have fallen asleep with the television on, although there was no sound. I opened the door to Erin's room and she had her laptop on her knees as she was propped against the headboard and a pillow, her covers pulled up to her stomach. She smiled at me and turned back to her computer and continued typing. She would smile and type, pause, then smile again, moving her lips as her fingers clicked on the keyboard.

I locked her door and approached her bed. Without looking she said, "No shorts," and kept typing. I stripped off my shorts and climbed into her bed and of course it creaked.

"Sorry," I said. No response. "What are you doing?" I leaned in and she turned the computer a little toward me, making it easier for me to see. I had noted as soon as I climbed in that she was on one of her social networking pages, but quickly discovered that she was in a private chat with Megan.