My Sister's Scarf

I watched her orgasm go on and on, three times or five times or ten times as long as one of my own, before Jason whispered, "Now, Lex, now," and I watched him close his eyes and slam against her, undoubtedly pumping his load of cum in my sister where mine should have been. This put me over the edge too, and as I grabbed my cock, the whole world was blotted out of my mind. A rope of cum shot two feet onto the bed, missing Alexa by only a few inches. I got my wits about me and aimed farther away from her as my cock shot six or seven more times, culminating in the wildest orgasm I'd ever had.

The two of them stayed perfectly still in their post-orgasmic bliss, their heavy breaths gradually slowing to a normal pace. I stood and watched in a stupor, still unable to believe what had just happened, unable to believe I still had my naked sister within eyeshot. Her breasts transfixed me, and when she raised her arms behind her head they jiggled just slightly, sensuously, deliciously--

I was brought out of my stupor when I caught Jason waving to get my attention. I realized that Alexa's arms were behind her head because she was untying the blindfold. Jason pointed at me, then pointed urgently back at the closet. I hustled back where I came from and closed myself in as silently as I could.

By the time I peeked out through the louvers again, the blindfold was gone. Alexa sat up and crushed her naked body against Jason's, kissing him deeply. I let out a deep breath, still incredulous at what had just happened.

* * *

The next morning I was awoken by the sound of the garage door opening. This was my perpetual curse for having a bedroom above the garage. Most likely this would be Mom and Dad going to church with Madison. I lay in bed for a few minutes, long enough to hear the car start and fade away, then the garage door rumbled closed again.

The light of day brought the events of the previous night into full focus. By the time I'd made it back to my bedroom and started replaying the night in my mind, my cock had been stiff again almost immediately. I'd jacked myself to another orgasm before I fell asleep, then dreamed all night long about fucking my sister.

Now I was having a hard time believing that what happened actually happened, and wasn't just a dream.

I wondered whether I was still a virgin. I'd been inside my sister's pussy, but it wasn't for very long, and there wasn't any orgasm on either side. Plus, she hadn't even known it was me. This left some ambiguity about my status. Despite the ambiguity, I felt like my life had passed a turning point.

Hunger finally propelled me out of bed and down the stairs. Alexa was already in the kitchen, unloading the dishwasher as though nothing had happened. Jason was nowhere to be seen. I knew I had to behave like my normal self, even though the sense of awkwardness was almost overwhelming.

"Hey Lance," she said. "How'd you sleep?"

"Oh, fine. Where's Jason?" I took a clean bowl out of the dishwasher and set it on the kitchen table, then went to the pantry to find a box of cereal.

"I don't know, upstairs I guess. Separate bedrooms, you know."

"Yeah, that's right, I forgot." I filled my bowl with frosted mini-wheats and then soaked them with milk. "Mom and Dad go to church?"

"Yeah, they just left a few minutes ago, with Madison. They said they won't be home until after lunch."

Between bites, I asked, "You and Jason have plans for today?"

She stopped unloading dishes, turned to me, and raised her eyebrows. "Well, that kind of depends on you."

"Is that so? How does it depend on me?"

"I'll show you. Join me in the dining room for a minute."

"Alexa, my cereal will get all soggy. Can't you wait 'til I'm done?"

"I think you'll want to see this. It'll just take a second."

"OK, but my soggy cereal will be on your conscience." With a huff I put down my spoon and followed her into the dining room.

Draped over one of the dining room chairs was the red scarf she'd been wearing the previous night. The scarf I'd seen her wearing, all by itself, while she was writhing through her orgasm. She grabbed it and pulled it off the chair, holding it up between us.

"You remember this scarf?" she said. My heart rate was inching upward.

"Um, yeah, you wore it last night, right?"

"I did. Now let me show you something about it. Sit down here for a sec," she said, pointing at the same chair.

I did as commanded. I was getting more and more curious about what she had in mind.

"Close your eyes," she said.

"OK, closed."

I could feel fabric being wrapped around my head, and I knew she was blindfolding me with the scarf. Why was she doing this? Had Jason told her I was down there? Was she planning some malicious punishment? She wrapped the scarf around my head twice, then I could feel her tying it in back.

"Now, open your eyes."

Jesus. I could see. Right through the fucking scarf. Things were reddish and blurry, but I could see everything.

I couldn't look at her. "Holy shit, Alexa. I --" I had no idea what to say.

"Lance, come on down to the basement. I want a better look this time."

My head jerked up at her. "Wait, what? What about Jason?"

"Oh, I'm sure he'll come down and join us."

* * *

The bad news: The rest of my cereal turned to mush. The good news: By noon, there was no more ambiguity.