The Mind of a Teenager Ch. 04

She tugged on it moving the skin upwards toward its head then she pulled it down towards his base. Kyle groaned at the feel of his own foreskin rubbing against his glands. She moved her wrist awkwardly as she tried to do it faster for him. For each time she went fast she enjoyed the reaction she got from Kyle.

His moans would become louder and more frequent, his breathing more raspy and long. She jerked him as best she could and she felt her own sex itch somewhere between her crossed legs.

Kyle had his eyes closed for most of it. But when he opened them, there was his sisters budding breasts pointing at him. He could make out the pink discolouring of her nips.

She jerked and jerked until he was thrusting up to meet her hand. Kyle could barely breath. It was the build up of the likes he'd never had before.

It churned deep in his sack and shot out surprising them both. She was shocked to see it come out so quickly and due to her fascination her hand stoped jerking him. She let go of him and his cock lay flat and pointing upward to his chest, all the while spitting his warm seed onto his belly.

Her hand caught some of the cum between her thumb and forefinger. It was a milky white with clearness running through it. It felt like warm custard on her hand. She'd heard of some girls swallowing this stuff. Intrigued, she stuck out her tongue and prodded the drizzle of seamen with her tongue. It tasted bitter, a little salty but all in all not that bad.

Kyle watched on in utter shock. His sister licked his cum from her hand as though a cat would lick milk from its paw. His breathing eventually settled, his cock shrunk down to half of its full size and still she stared at it.

"You need to go." He said, now feeling rather ashamed of what they'd done.

"Why? You can just force mum to forget it if she walks in."

He hadn't thought of that. He could force his mother to forget if she were ever to catch her children in the midst of incest. He did not have to be so secretive anymore.

"Still... you should probably go." He said.

Looking rather downhearted, Cara's shoulders slumped and she dragged herself off of the bed. Her nightdress still rode up her back and Kyle was afforded the Beautiful view of her bare ass as she bent down to pick up her panties.

She patted down her nightgown and left Kyle in the silence of his room. With cum on his belly, he thought he better go shower.

Part 2 of 2

Kyle stepped out of the steamy mist of his shower. His cock still ached from the hard squeezing Cara had been doing while she jerked him off. He looked down at his half filled cock to see it twitch. Surely he did not want another orgasm?

He thought of rubbing one out himself on the toilet but he'd done that enough in his life. One thing that this power cursed him with was the constant need for a better climactic high. It was a drug to him and he wanted more.

He rubbed at his torso with the soft towel he'd slung over the shower rack. He dried his legs, his balls and finally his penis. Kyle sighed as it begun to grow. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Go away, Cara!" He yelled.

"It's Lindsay let me in! I think I'm gonna be...."

Kyle unlocked the door and Lindsay burst into the bathroom. She flung herself toward the toilet where she wrapped her arms around the pan. Lindsay barfed loudly into the toilet and Kyle could smell the strong stench of alcohol. She'd been drinking again.

Kyle hated it when she did this. Usually she'd get like this whenever their parents fought. Kyle supposed that Cara must have been right. He had been too busy jerking his cock to realise what was happening elsewhere in the house.

Lindsay did not pay much attention to Kyle for only now did he opt to wrap the towel around his naked body.

"You're drunk." He said.

"No shit." She gasped.

Her eyes watered and her wrenching was enough to make Kyle feel nauseas.

Kyle took a trip downstairs to fetch Lindsay some water when he noticed his mother sobbing on the couch.

"What's wrong?" He asked, sympathetically. Despite Kyle knowing that their parents had had a fight.

"Nothing, I want to be alone, Kyle." She said stubbornly.

It was no secret that their mother had been catching on to what Kyle had been up to. She couldn't understand how he could control everyone but yet still he did and she was mad at him for using such powers on their own family.

Of course she was unaware of the sexual nature of his orders but she felt it to be wrong all the same.

Kyle sighed. There was only one thing for it.

He walked briskly over to his sobbing mother and sat down next to her.

"Mom, look at me." He said.

She wiped away a tear from her eye as she lifted her head to look at her son. Kyle gripped her by the shoulders and stared into his mothers eyes.

"You will not be sad anymore. You will be happy from now on and you will not take anymore of Dads shit." He said, seriously.

Their father wasn't the best father figure. He was one of those parents that shouldn't have had a child just because they could have one. He never really bonded with his father and Lindsay had said one night while she was drunk that their dad cheated on their Mom.

Since then Kyle didn't take much to do with him. He was a drunk too and Kyle blamed him for Lindsay rubbing off on him. She didn't take much from her dad but that she did take. When things went south, so did she.

Kyles mother dried her eyes and smiled at her son.

"I feel much better after that talk we just had. I suppose I should go make some dinner." She dusted herself off and made for the kitchen.

Kyle returned to the bathroom with a bottle of water to see that she was not there. He followed her scent to her bedroom where she was currently stripping off.

"Get out, I'm getting changed." She blabbed.

"I brought you water." He said, as he set the glass down on her bedside table.

Kyle couldn't help but stare at the back of Lindsay's legs. Unlike Cara's, they were thick with muscle and curved nicely into her well rounded ass.

"You can go now." She said, harshly.

"Not until you drink the water." He folded his arms at her.

"And what if I don't? You gonna use your mind tricks on me and make me?" She stared at him.

"If I have to." He stared back.

"Fine!"

Kyle watched with a hint of fear as Lindsay aggressively marched across the room to drink the water. She gulped it down to about half way before slamming it back down.

Kyle watched his sisters breasts convey the extent of her anger as they bounced and swayed during her march. She wore only a white sweater and black panties. Kyle couldn't help but stare at her.

"What are you starting at?" She asked.

Kyle didn't speak.

"You wanna see more of me? Is that it? You want to watch your own sister get changed?"

She strutted up to Kyle and he fell backwards against the bed. He lay flat with his legs hanging over the edge and Lindsay was looking down on him.

"You want to see me?" She whispered.

"Lindsay..." He begun.

"Mom knows not to come in." She said as they both glanced towards her bedroom door.

Kyle watched his big sisters hands slithered up her rib cage were they finally settled on the crewneck of her sweater.

"You're drunk..." He tried to protest.

"What difference does it make, you pretty much made me do it last time?"

She had a point, Kyle thought. He decided to shut his mouth and allow Lindsay to do whatever it was that she wanted to do. She gripped at the neck of her sweater and tugged it over her head. Kyle watched the sweater lift from her waist revealing her smooth tummy followed by her bellybutton. He watched her ribs come into view as her diaphragm expanded with each slow breath.

The cotton shirt ascended her torso, slowly revealing more and more of her naked body. Kyle shot his eyes down to the now exposed skin of her lower half. She did not wear a thong but instead wore black silk panties that hugged the sides of her curves. He stared at the small dark patch between her legs and he badly wanted to tug them down.

He raised his eyes back up to the sweater where he could now see the bulbous curve of her underboob. She was not wearing a bra or a bra-let this time. Tonight she wore nothing underneath her sweatshirt and Kyle stared as her two nipples got caught on the hem before bouncing free.

She hoisted the top up over her head before tossing it elsewhere in the room. She now stood in just her black panties and he felt his cock press firmly against the roughness of the towel he had around his waist.

She searched his soul as she stared into the depths of his pupils. Meanwhile, Kyle did not remove his eyes from his sisters perfectly perky breasts. He did not dare to move or to say anything that might jeopardise this moment.

"Touch them." She said, loudly.

Kyle did not wait around. His hand shot up to collect her right breast in his now cupped hand. She shut her eyes and breathed a slow, long, breath. He felt at her softness and could not take his mind away from how hard her nipples were. They were like little hooks on the end of her flesh and Kyle let her nipple dig into his palm.

She took hold of his other hand and guided it up to other tit where Kyle obliged and cupped that one too. He loved to squeeze them together, to roll her erect nipple under his thumb and pinch at them.

Kyle thought that Lindsay's tits resembled the softness of a water balloon. Whenever he pinched and tugged on her nipples her breasts jiggled and moved as though it were a balloon containing water.

"You touch me..." She started as her hands lowered to his waist and she tugged the knot of his towel open. "I touch you." She finished.

Kyles cock bent slightly to the left as it grew slowly under her supervision. She licked at her lips and Kyle could really smell the liquor off of her now.

"What are you guys doing in here-" Cara's voice squeaked from behind the crack in the door.

Lindsay yelled something that Kyle could not make out and she made for her sweatshirt. Kyle wrapped the towel around his waist as quick as he could fearing their mother was following behind his younger sister.

"Cara, what the hell!?" Kyle yelled, now obviously annoyed that they'd been interrupted.

"I knew you guys were doing it!" She pointed to Lindsay.

Lindsay turned away from her younger sister in complete shock. She dressed as quickly as she could and did not say anything else.

Kyle decided to take control of the situation, quite literally. He rushed towards Cara and gripped at her wrist before leading her out of the room.

"Stop it! You're hurting me! I knew you guys were fuck-"

Kyle covered her mouth with his free hand.

"Shut up!" He whispered.

"Not unless you let me join in!" She wriggled free from his grasp.

She said it as though she was a spoiled brat and Kyle wouldn't let her join in on their adult game.

Kyle couldn't believe what she was suggesting. She really wanted to join in? To have a threesome of siblings? Kyle knew he'd taken this a little far but that was one step too far, even for him. He wasn't prepared to do anything like that. Besides, Lindsay would never allow it, at least not without compulsion and he wanted her all to himself anyway.

"No! You will forget what you saw here and you will go to your room." He tried to keep his voice down.

Kyle watched her pupils dilate as the powers of his mind begun to take over. Her arms went loose under the grip of his hands and she smiled.

"Okay, see you a round." She said as she whirled away to her room.

Kyle hoped it hadn't ruined things. He barged back into the room to see that Lindsay was now fully dressed. She'd just finished tugging the ends of her pj bottoms over her feet when he shut the door.

"That was a mistake." She said, softly.

He no longer saw the flame of her deepest desires burning in her eyes. She looked sad, hurt, confused. Her entire persona had changed. As if in the blink of an eye her arousal had vanished and Kyle was left wanting more.

"It wasn't... it feels right. You know it does." He tried to say.

"Stop it Kyle," She shook her head, "I don't want this and neither should you."

Kyle couldn't believe it. One minute they were about to really do it. Then the next she was disgusted and almost in tears at the end of her bed.

Damn you, Cara. He thought.

Kyle was about to go. He was about to leave her there, to cry or do whatever it was that she did when she was alone. But something stopped him. He couldn't explain what it was, he didn't know why he stopped but he did.

She lifted her head to see that he'd shut the door.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"I want you to do something for me..."

"No. Kyle, please..." She said, sadly.

"I'm not gonna control you." He said, putting her at ease.

"Then what?" Her bitchy side was resurfacing.

"I want you to kiss me, and tell me how it makes you feel."

"No!? I told you Kyle..."

"Please? Just do this one thing and then I'll leave you alone for good, I promise." He put his hand on his heart.

She eyed him suspiciously, then sighed.

"Fine, one kiss. Then you leave."

"Agreed."

He felt bad for lying to her but he had to know the truth for himself. He knew that she would not be honest no matter what and he decided in his mind that he had to know. When she stood from her bed and stepped towards him, Kyle grabbed hold of her and caught her gaze.

"You will confess how you feel about me." He ordered.

Like many times before, her pupils dilated and he kissed her. Kyle pressed his fresh lips against her and she accepted him. Her hands found his shoulders and she linked her fingers together around his neck. He could not resist holding her tight to him, so to press her complying body against his own.

He felt the fireworks go off in his mind like the first time he had read the book of the mind. It was as though butterflies flew around his insides as they mashed lips. She felt something then, something real. Nothing like she'd ever felt before. She kissed many men, but none kissed her with the same amount of passion and desire as Kyle did.

She felt his love through their very kiss and she was accepting it. She kissed him back and let her tongue open his lips to flicker against his. Kyle loved it when she did that. He glided his tongue over hers and they passionately made out in the centre of the room.

"I love you." She gasped.

Kyle had almost misheard her.

Did she say?... He asked himself.

"God, Kyle. I love you!" She kissed him hard.

Kyle could not believe it. His sister was confessing her love for him. Brothers and sisters were supposed to love one another, but they both knew that this love was different. This was the likes of love that came with lust and passion. He wanted her and she wanted him.

Like before she pushed him back against the bed.

"Now where were we." She smirked.

They were back were they had been. About to resume the sexual encounter that had taken place only moments before.

Was this it? Was he about to lose his virginity? He thought to himself.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

She paused for a moment. "Oh fuck it. Nobody will know."

She ripped the pyjama top from her body and once again her tits sprouted outwards, above him. Kyle slipped the towel from underneath himself and let it slide to the floor. Lindsay eyed his cock as it grew quickly to full size.

"You're a virgin, right?" She asked, briefly.

"Yeah..." Kyle suddenly felt very vulnerable.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you." She gazed up at Kyle and a sexy smirk spread across her lips and she dropped to her knees.

"You ready?" She asked.

Kyle stared down at his sister who was now knelt between his legs like Mrs Jackman had been. This view was much better. Her perky tits were still visible above the edge of the bed and his cock now pointed towards the ceiling.

Kyle took a deep breath and nodded. With out further a do, she slipped her hand along his length and jerked him. He felt the difference in experience between Cara and Lindsay almost immediately. Cara had gripped him tightly were as Lindsay tugged on his cock gently.

Her hands were much bigger, meaning she could feel more of him as she stroked. After a few seconds she picked up the pace. It was as if her hands weren't really holding him. He could feel the soft skin of her well moisturised hands brush over his glands and he let out his first moan.

"It needs to be wet." She said before licking the underside.

He felt her warm and slimy tongue on his skin. She flicked the end and Kyle felt a bolt of pleasure shudder through him. He couldn't believe that he was receiving two blowjobs in one day! The first given by his headmistress and the second given by his own sister!

He enjoyed the way she had flicked her tongue, how her saliva made it easy for her to slide her tongue around his head and upwards against the underside of his banjo string.

"Do that again." He breathed.

"What? You mean this?" Lindsay licked the underside of his cockhead and she felt him shudder again.

Kyle rolled his head back down onto the smooth silk of her bed sheets and Lindsay just kept licking. She slid him into her mouth just like Mrs Jackman had done and she popped him out just like Mrs Jackman had done.

Lindsay pleasured her little brothers penis with her mouth and kept licking the underside of him until she felt him squirm and buck.

"Not yet, Kyle. You haven't even put it inside of me."

To hear his sister talk of putting his prick inside of her willing pussy was almost enough to set him off. The thought of humping into her wetness from between her legs stirred the sperm inside of his balls.

As if sensing this, Lindsay let go of him. Kyle was in a daze when she suddenly stood before him. She then got down and lay on the bed next to him.

"Come on... help me get these off." She jerked at her own pj bottoms.

Kyle clumsily got up and helped her in bringing them down to her ankles. He hadn't realised in doing so he'd gripped at her panties and tugged them down also. As if in a trance, he stared in awe as the line of her lips came into his view. She had stubbly pubic hair that marked her matureness and Kyle could smell the scent of her.

That was his sisters vagina, her pussy, her most private treasure and she was letting him enter it. He couldn't wait to hold himself still, right before pushing his member inside of her hot body.

It was the first time he'd seen a woman completely in the nude. Despite having this gift of mind control for a few days, he hadn't really used it to the fullest extent. He felt a sense of guilt whenever his sexual desires took over his moral sense of right and wrong.

Now here was his eldest sister, fully naked and teaching him to have sex. Not really teaching him, but guiding him through it.

He unhooked the pjs from her ankles and joined her in the bed.

"Not next to me dumb ass, on top." She giggled.

Even in the most sexual of moments his sister was teasing him.

"Oops, sorry." He said as he clambered on top of her.

It was awkward for him at first. He'd seen it a million times before in porn but this was different. Everything he'd viewed before was from the screen of a laptop. Now he was actually having to kneel between her legs himself, he had to align his own penis with Lindsay's vagina.

He leant over the top of her with his hands at either side of her head. He admired how her hair sprayed out over the sheets above her. The truth was although Kyle had been 18 for some time he still felt as though he wasn't really a man.

He didn't have big muscles, nor did he have facial hair or even a large Adam's apple. He had thin wrists, and thin shins. He was slender with some pimples and although his face had cleared up quite a bit over the past few months he still felt like that dorky kid.