The Imperfect Storm Ch. 04

Oh shit, I knew it was too good to be true. I've heard that group sex is great in fantasy but not usually in reality. Somebody always feels hurt. Aww shit. Things were going so well.

"But, Stacy! It's the work week and--"

"Don't give me that shit! You just fuck me and leave me. And don't even ask me how Missy's doing, she's crying herself to sleep every night! She doesn't even want to hear your name!"

Well this is going downhill fast.

"Stacy, it was just a couple days ago and the weekend is coming up and I thought we could all--"

"You thought? You THOUGHT? You think I ever want to see your dirty stupid cock again... oh Jesus... oh christ that's good"

"What... what the fuck are you talking about now?"

"... ahhhh..."

"Stacy? What the fuck? Are you alright?"

"Oh shut up Trent... yes baby... yes... Hey Trent!"

"Yes?"

"Scared ya, huh!"

"Ah you bitch! Yeah you scared me! You're... not mad... but what are you doing?"

"Missy's eating me out. She's a total fucking lesbian and won't leave me alone."

"You poor thing!"

"I know it's awful HOLY SHIT ON FUCKING TOAST MELISSA!"

I smirked as the sounds of a woman cumming filled the car through the blue-tooth. A woman in the next car looked over at me at the stoplight. She could hear it. She pulled forward more because I guess it was too distasteful for her.

After several more "Holy Shits" and screams and laughs, Stacy could speak again.

"Well! That was nice! (hand over the phone, talking to Missy)Yes go take a shower, you're a mess. (Back to me). I swear Trent, we've turned her into a sex machine. I'm actually worried, I think she would fuck a Subaru if it asked her nicely. I'm trying to keep her entertained.

"So, really, why didn't you call?"

"I dunno Stace, I guess I was a little embarrassed, maybe. And I'm not sure what comes next. But I gotta say, I really, REALLY, loved our fucking and sucking and everything."

"I did too, baby. A lot. It bothers me how much I liked it. How's Whitney doing?"

"She seems fine, I guess. You guys haven't talked?"

"No... kind of like you, I'm not sure how to handle it. But, Trent. I want to do it again. With them, with just you, whatever. I want your fucking cock some more."

"You're giving me a stiffy right now, Stacy!"

"Good! And...?"

"And I want more of you, too. Much more. Whitney and I haven't talked about it too much, just that she's okay with it. I want us to do something this weekend. Work around her schedule and yours. Oh, she made me PROMISE not to fuck either of you without her present."

"That selfish bitch!"

"Well I am her boyfriend."

"Well I guess I can understand that. You know what I want?"

"A good ass-fuck? Tit-fuck? Gang-rape?"

"Yes of course. All three. But you know what else? I want you to make a movie, like you did for Whit. But one of just me. And maybe another one of me and the girls and stuff, but I want one of just me getting fucked by... you..."

"Well that sounds very good to me..."

"That one you did for Whit was awesomely edited. But... it wasn't photographed all that well. I'm thinking, with your promise to Whit, that she and Missy could do the filming. Then we could get better angles, better shots, more variety. Is that crazy?"

"No! That's fucking perfect! I was thinking the same thing! If we had somebody doing the filming, in addition to some of the point-of-view shots, it would be much better!"

"But, Trent. This can't go anywhere. It's just for us."

"Oh shit yeah! I don't want anyone seeing this except us!" Well, and my sister.

We talked more about how she wanted a script. She wanted to be punish-fucked, like she did something wrong to me and I was paying her back. But she was doing it on purpose, so that I would punish her. She wanted to start off all perfect-looking, then devolve into a mess.

We finally disconnected as I arrived at my sister Kylie's house. My cock was still raging, in fact I had a wet spot from all the pre-cum generated by Stacy's descriptions.

Kylie came out to the car, she was wearing typical suburban housewife stuff; T-shirt and a light blue sweatsuit.

We hugged in the driveway for several moments... maybe a little too long for the neighbors. But I come over all the time, anyone would know I'm just her brother. She helped me inside with my pressed suit and shoes and other shit.

"So, bro, I gotta ask. What's with the boner and the wetspot? You already jacking off?" She smiled warmly at me. Despite her loose fitting clothing, she couldn't hide her fantastic shape, and enormous tits.

"Ha, no. Was just talking to Stacy--"

"Phone sex? I'm jealous!"

"No no no. Just talking about how she wants a film of her, like the one I did of Whitney. But she got pretty specific with what she wanted..."

"Alright. Well let's look at your stuff. Suit is good... shoes good... did you even fucking iron this shirt? And your tie sucks. And you've got brown socks with a black suit? Jesus are you a moron?"

"Hey babe!" I said, defensively. "I haven't worn a suit since Dad died. I don't... know all this shit."

We went to her bedroom where she set up the ironing board, then we went through some of her husband's attire. My hard-on had completely vanished at this point. I was picturing something else happening, not getting chewed out for being a fashion idiot. We were just in full older-sister / dumb-brother mode.

"Ok. THIS tie. It projects a powerful image."

"It does?"

"And these socks. See, they're black. But with different shades of black, too. Black on black. It's classy."

"Whatever. Hey! Where's my little niece today?" She had just turned One the other day.

"I put her in day-care. Today is too important for me to have to be worrying about her."

We talked about some of the people in the I.T. department as she ironed my shirt. Finally, she finished. It did look good. I don't know what those dry-cleaning people did but it sucked when they finished it.

"Ok, put everything on. Let's see how you look."

"Now? The interview isn't for almost three hours."

"Yes now, don't want any snags, threads, so come on, strip."

Kind of self-consciously, I stripped down to my boxers. I grabbed the suit pants.

"Oh no you don't. you aren't putting those wet-weenie boxers on your suit. You want a white cum-stain on your black suit? Where's your other underwear?"

"I... don't have any. Shit."

"Well, take those off and you can wear some of Dick's."

I took off my boxers; kind of had a semi going, knowing that she could see everything.

She came back with boxer-briefs.

"More support. Can't have that thing flopping around. Now let's see it all."

I suited up, tied my new tie. Kylie turned me around several times, snipped off a snag here and there.

"Well little brother, you look like two million bucks. But as you said, you've got more than two hours to go. Let's not ruin this suit in the meantime. Off with it... carefully..."

I got everything back on the hangers.

"Come on, shorts too. We can't have any drippings."

I reached for my original boxers, the ones with the pre-cum stains.

"No. You're not wearing anything until it's time to go. You can't get it messed up."

Fucking bossy older sister. It sucks how I just fall into this old routine.

"Kylie... thanks for helping me out. Really. But I thought that... well... you know we talked on the phone on Sunday about... us..."

"Yeah never mind about that. I was just horny. Forget about it." She walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs.

What the fuck. I tit-fucked her the other day and she ate up my cum. Then we both said we wanted to fuck each other. And now this. Bullshit. I looked at my watch. 9:30. I'm not sitting naked around here all fucking morning.

"Kylie!" I hollered as I charged downstairs. I'm getting some of her whether she wants it or not. I looked in the study, the great room, then I found her in the kitchen staring out the window into her backyard.

"Kylie?"

Turning towards me, she brought a hand up and wiped her eyes.

"Hey honey," I said softly. "What is it?"

I went to hug her, she fell into my arms and melted.

"Just... hold me for a minute, please?"

"Sure sure.... easy girl..."

Now, the fact that I was still completely naked, and I had her giant boobs squishing into me wasn't lost on me. My cock began rising. It stiffened, barely touching her leg. Then it grew harder and longer, until it reached maximum capacity. My cock was now in full contact with her stomach.

"Is that how you comfort a girl?" she asked sweetly.

"Sorry..."

She laughed through her tears and adjusted herself so that my cock could now stand straight up. Then she squeezed me harder, pressing my cock fully against her body.

"He's going to leave me, you know. Richard... 'Dick'... he's going on this trip with, with 'her'."

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry!" Not really. I've always been kind of on-the-fence with him. He seems okay on the surface, but there's something underneath I never trusted. Because, as you can see, I'm a beacon of trust. Right. Anyway, moving along.

"I think I've known for a long time... just never wanted to admit it. But he's had this Director-chick working for him for two years now. He goes on a lot of business trips. With her. I thought, I thought the baby would make him come around... Trent we haven't had sex since I got pregnant. That's 9 months, plus now she's a year old!"

She sobbed into my chest.

"And... (sob)... this morning he says...(sob)... that he'll probably look for... (sob)... an apartment when he comes back."

"It's okay Kylie. It's okay... you don't need him. We don't need him. We'll figure this out... you're going to be fine... I... I love you Kylie, if that helps."

"It does, Trent. It does... I love you too! Thank you so much..."

She turned her head up to me and sniffed. We broke our embrace so she could get some kleenexes and tidy up a bit. We went and sat on the little couch in her kitchen.

"So," she began. "About this raging cock of yours... can I... will you please..."

"Fuck you?" I said in mock anger, teasing her. "Fuck my sister? Fuck my sister in her cunt? Why, that's outrageous!"

I reached for her and kissed her hard for a moment.

"Preposterous! Fuck my sister, I'm sure!"

"So shut up and do it already! Fucker!"

I pressed her down on the couch kissing her hard. 21 months without sex... I'm pretty sure she doesn't want nice, sweet love-making. She wants some old-fashioned down and dirty right now.

"Get this... fucking thing off." we struggled with the sweat jacket and T-shirt. We were reluctant to stop kissing. Finally I sat her up so I could yank off her fucking T-shirt. Her glorious tits fell free, shaking a little side to side.

Jesus fuck me, I thought. The other day when I saw them, they were still encased in a nursing bra. Now, they were totally free range. Fuck me, they went almost to her lap as she sat there.

She noticed that I stopped, and was just staring at her tits.

"Trent? Are... say something! Are they... too big and gross?"

A couple blue veins ran here and there. Her breast tissue started at her chest, then flowed out into giant globes. Somewhat pendulous, but tits this big have to have some hang to them. Her nipples capped each breast, with a full 3 inches of areola. They peaked into rigid nips standing straight out. Something glistened at each tip. They were the most beautiful things I had ever seen.

"Oh ... oh my god," I stammered. "They're so fantastic, I don't know where to start..."

Kylie stood up and shucked off her yoga pants, showing me her freshly shaved pussy. She leaned into me and grabbed the back of my head, shoving my face into her tits.

The heat coming off them was incredible. I grabbed them and searched for her nipples. Milk flowed into my hands when I found them.

"Oh christ... touch me for god's sake!"

I found a nipple with my mouth and sucked greedily, more delicious tit milk gushing out. I swallowed hard, trying to keep up with the flow. I snaked my left hand down between her legs. Her pussy was dripping.

"Oh jesus Trent!"

Kylie pressed me back down onto the sofa, but I didn't lose tit contact and kept sucking for all I was worth. She straddled me and grabbed my cock, holding it up into the air.

Slowly, she positioned her pussy over my cock. I arched and strained, trying to get inside her. She lowered herself... more... her hot pussy lips touching my cock. Kylie greased up my shaft, sliding herself all the way down on the top side of my cock. I could feel her pussy lips kissing my main vein as they lubed me up.

She twisted a little so I could change tits. Milk explosion in my mouth. I let go of her tits with my hands and grabbed her ass roughly. Enough of this sliding on my cock shit.

I want to fuck my sister.

As she slid her pussy up to the tip of my cock, I grabbed her thighs and set her down on my cock, hard! I impaled Kylie!

"OHHH AUUUggh!... Trent... TRENT!"

Kylie collapsed down on top of me, her knees at my sides. I had to wriggle around or I would be suffocated by her tits. Our lips found each other. Her titflesh pressed on both our faces, we kissed gently at first, then with more fervor.

It was fucking wonderful.

I pressed my pelvis up, then dropped down quickly. Her body stayed up for a fraction of a second, my cock slipping almost all the way out of her. Then her cunt crashed down on top of me, going in even further than before. She grinded into me, grinding her clit into my pelvis.

The emotional intensity was... off the fucking hook. I was stunned by how lost I was... my mind was drifting away, yet I was completely aware of everything. Aware of the fact that I was fucking my sister, aware that her left nipple was leaking milk onto my shoulder. Aware that her cunt walls were so fucking tight. Aware that I couldn't take much more of this.

I raised her up an down a few more times.

"Kylie... baby..."

"Trent... I'm gonna--"

"Me too... now... fucking right... (cunt dropped on my dick again)... NOW!!!!! AAAAAAAUUUGGHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

MY cock seemed to expand to twice its size and erupted inside her. Tons of cum poured into her. Simultaneously, her pussy clenched me so tight as my sister came.

She hit this spot... I guess her clit was hitting me just right... she just kept cumming. She'd pause for a moment, then wiggle and cum... then pause... then wiggle and cum...

My cock was doing the same thing. Each time she came again, she'd squeeze down and hit my magic spot, right under the head, and send little orgasm shivers down my shaft and up my spine. No more sperm was cumming out, but I kept cumming.

I don't know how long that lasted. Might've been 30 seconds, might've been two hours.

After that eternity of blissful cumming, Kylie kind of straightened out her legs, but kept my cock inside her, and we could rest comfortably. My cock was slowly losing strength... shrinking a bit but not all that much, not all that fast... it was absolutely swimming in something.

We both kind of drifted back to Earth, smiling at each other, kissing, laughing. This is how it's supposed to be.

Kylie rose up off of me, but stayed there as stuff oozed and poured out of her cunt, onto my cock and balls. She bent down and started running her tongue through it all.

"So... little brother... after your interviews..."

"Huh?" I was getting lost again.

"You going to go back home?" She slurped up some cum and swallowed it down.

"Um... yeah? It's... where I live."

"Well maybe," she started. "Maybe you could come back here. Just for a drink or something."

I chuckled. "A drink? of what... milk?"

She laughed and rose up on one arm. She grabbed a huge tit with the other hand and squeezed its nipple. Multiple streams shot out across my chest.She moved around so I could suck her milking tits some more.

After I had my fill, I peaked at the kitchen clock. 10:30! Gotta go!

- - -

I showered and got a final blow job from Kylie. Needless to say, I was pretty fucking relaxed when I went for my interviews.

First, lunch with Richard, he's the Vice President of the group. He also brought along his, as he called her, 'right hand', Taylor Worthington. She was kind of severe looking, but I could see the attraction. And there was definitely something going on with these two. A lot going on. the looks, the smiles, the understanding. But what the fuck, she seemed to like me. Turns out they are like most higher ups in corporate America; they didn't have the slightest fucking clue what's going on beneath them. They had a major data security breach, and I could tell they didn't know how to fucking fix it. I did.

The other interviews went well, too. They all seemed impressed with me. I told them that we could definitely fix the leaks and make their firewalls stronger than ever. I told them all that, without actually telling them how, or what software to buy.

I was wrung out at the end of the day, but Richard called me and told me to meet him at the airport, in the Sky Lounge.

As I got my first Grey Goose gimlet (on his expense account) Richard and Taylor proposed a toast.

"To our new Manager of Internet Security!"

Stunned, I raised my glass and clinked with them.

"Seriously? I mean... I guess they liked me... but we didn't even talk about salary yet."

"Trent! Don't worry about it. We looked you up. We're offering you 50% more than you're making now. Annual bonus opportunity, it was 30% this last year. Signing bonus of 15k, plus quarterly stock units of 5% of your salary. Sound ok?"

I tried running the numbers through my head. I wasn't sure of the exact amount, but it was a lot more than I was fucking making now. But still...

"Yeah, not bad. But I've gotta move into the city now, get a new place, you know. Plus they were going to make me a director at my old job in a couple years."

"Ok," said Richard. "Senior Manager. Another 10k salary." He looked at Taylor. She nodded. "And double the signing bonus."

I sat back, like I was thinking it over. Inside, I was trying not to do a back flip.

"Company car?"

Richard almost choked on his drink. "Nice try, cowboy. I don't even have a company car! But you'll get a full expense account, nobody even glances at the first five grand or so. Whaddya say?"

I thought of working for 'The Dick'. Working with the enemy. Working with this woman, Taylor, the ice queen who apparently melts for Dick.

"I'm in!"

We drank two more rounds before they had to get on their plane. Richard was on his laptop, told me he was signing the e-docs already. I was to start Monday. They waved goodbye, tripping over each other. Probably can't wait to join the mile-high club.

I texted Whitney the good news. She was excited as all shit. But I also had to tell her I was fucking drunk. She said I should stay at my sister's house.

Yes, I should.