“Saving money, dear!” calls back dad, who’s already halfway down the hall to the bathroom.
“And freezing us all out in the process!” shoots back mom. “Well, anyways, you two look just too cute together for words. I should get my camera and memorialize the moment! Knowing how much you two fight, it might never happen again.”
At that precise moment, the lewd knowledge that my mother is not only looking at the two of us locked in coitus and doesn’t suspect a thing, but even wants to take a damn photo of it for the family album, pushes – no, hurls – me clear over the edge. With my face flushing hot and my aching balls pulling tight against my body, my stalled orgasm hits me like a runaway freight train.
With a whole-body convulsion that quite literally takes my breath away, a mighty geyser of thick semen rushes into my urethra and ripples almost painfully along the length of my cock, until erupting deep into the furthest recesses of my sister’s pussy. Beneath the blue blanket I involuntarily twitch my hips against my sister’s ass, feeling our soaking wet skin squishing and sticking together in the most gloriously obscene manner, while my cock pulses and throbs and sends volley after powerful volley of teenage cum flooding into her virginal womb... all while our mother beams proudly at the two of us.
Oh my god! I’m ejaculating inside Ella while mom watches it happen! Holy shit, this is bad!
Focusing on me, mom’s smile turns into a mild frown. “You okay there, Tommy? You’re looking a little flushed. I hope you’re not coming down with something.”
“Oh, he’s fine,” responds Ella. “He’s just embarrassed that you caught him doing something actually nice for his little sister. Isn’t that right, big bro?”
Ella turns half over to look me in the eye, resulting in her ass pulling away from my heaving body just a little – which turns out to be a mistake, as an audible eruption of something hot and wet immediately squeezes out from around my cock, as if my physical presence had been holding it back like a cork in a bottle.
Thankfully, mom doesn’t hear the noise, but the sudden panic that she might is enough to bring a speedy end to my mind-blowing orgasm.
“Y-yeah, whatever,” I mumble a little hoarsely, praying that my sister doesn’t move any more. “I didn’t get Ella a proper birthday present, so now she’s taking it out of me in other, far more embarrassing ways.”
Ella giggles. “You sure got that right, hot stuff!”
Mom laughs and then continues on to the kitchen, leaving Ella and me alone in the living room.
“Hey, is that true?” she asks the moment that mom’s out of earshot.
“Is what true?” I groan, still finding it difficult to come to grips with what’s just happened. How can Ella act so freaking calm? Doesn’t she know what I did?
“That you didn’t get me a birthday present. Tell me it ain’t so, bro, ’cuz I might just have to put you back in my bad books!”
My eyes go wide. “What? Who the fuck cares about that! Can we talk about what just happened here and now, and how we nearly got caught?” I hurriedly try to remove myself from Ella’s pussy, but another gush of pressurized liquid leaks out and my sister screeches in alarm, quickly pressing our bodies back together.
“No no, stay still! I feel like I’m gonna squirt again if you try to pull out!”
“Oh, is that what the hell that stuff is? For a minute I thought you were pissing on me.”
“Eww, don’t be gross. You just gave me a really nice little come... I simply wasn’t expecting it to be... well, nearly so wet. Normally I have to use my vibe for that. I guess the sudden rash decision to lose my cherry to my own brother is a good substitute.”
“Well good for you... because if you haven’t already noticed, after you took my cherry, I ended up coming too. In you.”
Ella pauses for a second. “Wait. What? You did?” She sounds genuinely surprised. “I didn’t say you could do that.”
“Well, you didn’t exactly give me a choice, now did you? Everything was going fine, then suddenly I’m all wet and the next thing I know I’m balls deep in your cunt, and you’re like rippling all around me... and then you say to make a freaking baby in you? And mom’s like looking at us just seconds after we both lost our virginities? I couldn’t hold it back! No human being possibly could!”
“So, you came. Inside me.”
“Uh huh, and like a fucking garden hose, too. Please tell me you’re on birth control.”
Ella snorts. “Hell no, why would I be? And yet, you came. Shit. Well, okay then. Better in me than on the sofa.”
My jaw drops. “Seriously?”
“What’s done is done, right? We popped our cherries, even though we said we wouldn’t, and then you planted your seed in me, even though that’s definitely not something brothers should be doing to their sisters.”
“Oh my god, don’t say it like that!”
“Why not? It’s what happened, isn’t it? Although, now that I think about it, having your baby wouldn’t be so bad, now would it? I never knew you were such a horse-hung hunk, and I’m clearly a ten... so our kid’ll be a real knockout. Don’t ya think?”
“Uh, I can’t tell if you’re being serious here or not.”
Ella wiggles her ass against me and giggles at the lewd squishing sounds our coupled sexes make. Despite my orgasm and continued panic, for some reason I’m not going soft!
“Oh, I’m being totally serious, Tommy boy. I’ve been wanting and waiting to have a baby practically my entire life, but of course you were never a serious option there. My plan tonight was to find the hottest guy I could at the concert, and see if I couldn’t get him to knock me up. It’s like the perfect time for it – I won’t be showing ’til school’s over, and I wanted to take a year or two off before college anyways. Honestly, though... I never thought I’d find everything I needed to make it all happen right here at home! But it makes perfect sense.”
I suck air through my teeth. “But Ella, it’s so wrong! Like you just said, we’re brother and sister!”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, Tommy, but you’re only my step brother. It’s not the same thing, not by a long shot.”
“Yeah, but it’s still like a taboo thing... isn’t it?”
I hear dad flush the toilet in the bathroom down the hall.
Ella sighs and snuggles closer under the blanket. “Well, maybe it’s more of a general guideline... like don’t wear white after Labor Day, even though we all still do. But what happened to all your earlier bravado? You wanna know what I think? I think we’ve already come far enough that the only thing that could make it wrong... is if you don’t actually fuck a baby into me before my birthday’s over.”
Despite my abject horror at her choice of words, my cock twitches fiercely inside Ella and she giggles happily.
“Well, I see at least one part of you is ready to deliver! Think your balls can whip up another batch of baby-makers?”
The bathroom door opens and I hear dad coming down the hall, while mom sounds like she’s nearly done in the kitchen. With practically no time left, I don’t bother to question Ella’s motivation, or even my own participation – only the logistics.
“But... you mean you really want us to do it again, right here, with mom and dad in the same room?”
“Well, why not?” she purrs as mom arrives from the kitchen. “It sure seemed to work well for you the last time!”
Ella might just have a point!
Chapter Seven
With the movie once again blasting out the speakers and mom and dad crunching away on potato chips and dip, Ella and I eventually feel safe enough to continue our taboo play under the blue blanket. Although, I’m still having difficulty wrapping my head around that idea that not only did my sister have plans to make an actual baby with someone tonight... but that she’s now decided on that someone being me!
Is it wrong that I’m horny enough to not care about the implications?
Considering that our parents are sitting barely a few f
eet away and we must maintain the illusion of actively watching the movie, there’s only really the one awkward spooning position available to us – but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to try to make things a little more interesting.
Since touching is no longer forbidden, I lift Ella’s T-shirt and fulfill a lifelong desire by groping her large tits. Ella’s nipples are hard, like firm rubber points surrounded by a ring of smooth, puffy tissue; while the heavy flesh of her breast is so soft and altogether pleasing to hold, I don’t think I’ll ever want to let go!
This is so much better than my imaginings...
Still fully erect and intimately connected with Ella, I slowly pull my hips back, experimentally withdrawing from the possessive grip of her tight, no-longer-virgin pussy. Even beneath the warmth of the blanket, the cold air is a shock to the wet skin of my shaft, so I hurriedly shove myself back into soothing comfort – and groan loudly as thick fluids force their way between the elastic lining of Ella’s pussy and my driving cock. That sure must have been one massive load of cum!
“Shhh,” hisses Ella – not that I need the reminder.
My thrusting picks up a steady and somehow instinctive rhythm: in and out, in and out, in and out, as if I’ve done it hundreds of times before. And yet despite being athletic, I’m not used to this particular type of exertion and feel my skin quickly growing damp with sweat... which causes Ella’s naked body to stick with mine in the most arousing manner.
As I move faster and the pleasure continues to build, I hear the sucking and slurping sounds of our copulation increase steadily in volume. We’re producing so much wetness down there, my pubic hair feels sticky and matted to my skin, and I just know I’m churning my cum into a frothy white paste. Is this a normal reaction for a couple? Or are we just that horny?
Ella shudders and adjusts her body position, kicking off her tights completely and elevating her right leg to hook it over mine. For the first time her fingers reach between her legs, both to feel the motion of my thick cock thrusting into her pussy, and to stimulate her clit.
We move together like this for nearly fifteen minutes, the two of us enjoying the new sensation of being close and connected with each other in every possible sense of the term, and neither of us in any particular hurry to bring an end to such a beautiful feeling.
Eventually, my lust builds enough that my hand moves from squeezing her breasts to holding her hip, and I begin jerking her body sharply into mine – inadvertently causing the old sofa springs to squeak softly beneath us. Ella’s fingers are moving faster and more purposefully over her clit, her pelvis now undulating in slow circles like a sensual hula dancer.
All of a sudden, my sister whimpers and wiggles her ass against me, as if trying to get me even deeper – and to my shock, I actually feel something inside. At the back of her pussy, pressing firmly against the end of my cock. Flashing back to my anatomy class, is that... her cervix? The very entrance to Ella’s womb?
With a massive rush of teenage lust, I growl softly and twist the lower half of my torso around, knocking Ella’s elevated leg off mine and pinning her prone ass beneath my heavy frame. Planting my right arm on the cushion in front of my sister’s chest and my right knee on the opposite side of her hips, I begin hunching rapidly up and down against her plump buttocks, enjoying the sensation of far more of our naked flesh contacting than ever before. Ella pushes her stomach into the cushion and shoves her ass upwards, changing the angle of penetration and allowing me to spear further inside – until I’m stretching out the back of her canal on every driving downwards lunge.
And she seems to love it!
The physical urgency to reach sexual release is growing inside me at breakneck speed – a driving ache centered in the head of my cock that radiates down the shaft in tingling waves of electricity, engulfing my body with a kind of tight, burning heat. I bounce harder against Ella’s plump ass, not caring that the wet sucking sounds of her pussy are reaching dangerously loud levels. The blanket is beginning to slip off our bodies too, but I don’t care about that either.
Perhaps sensing this, Ella twists her head around to look at me... and although I know that she’s silently trying to remind me of something important, that I need to maintain control of myself, what I see is an expression of such raw, utter canal need written in her eyes... that my entire body flushes hot, and it feels like a wildfire has erupted behind my temples. My sister’s breathing hard and fast, her nose making a cute little whistling sound as air rushes in and out of her delicate nostrils... and no longer able to restrain myself, I bend down and press my lips to hers. Simultaneously, our mouths open and our tongues meet in a way definitely not meant to be shared among even step-siblings.
Ella moans loudly into my mouth and bucks her ass hard, causing the blue blanket to finally slip from my back and slump onto the floor beside the sofa.
I feel Ella’s surprised reaction to the rush of cold air transmitted through her mouth and an increase in muscular tension... but when I don’t stop what I’m doing – when I continue bouncing away with our naked, heaving bodies on full display to our parents should they simply turn slightly away from the screen – my sister’s breath catches and her entire body quivers as Ella reaches her second orgasm of the night... then knowledge of which promptly triggers my own.
Like a full pot threatening to overflow with water, the sensation of shifting fluids fills my cock from the base right to the very tip – and then, everything inside my head turns to Technicolor glory.
This time there’s no trying to holding back from the soaring heights of bliss; no concern over wetting the sofa or worries about getting caught... just our sweaty, interlocked bodies clamped tightly together and twitching as we feed off the energy of each other’s orgasm, as my sister’s ferociously contracting pussy eagerly milks powerful jets of hot, fertile semen from my spasming manhood.
Even when our last sporadic orgasmic convulsions have long come to an end... even when my fully-sated cock begins to soften and slip from Ella’s pussy... the two of us continue to hold each other close, fully exposed on the living room sofa. Somehow, we don’t really care if mom and dad catch us sweaty, naked, and fucking. Maybe it would be better for everyone if we announced our union to the world... because after all, there’s nothing wrong with it!
And that’s the kind of brash thinking the lasts for exactly as long as our orgasmic afterglow, after which I hurriedly scramble to grab the blue blanket from the floor and spread it over our shameful sinning.
And not a moment too soon, as barely before Ella’s tugged her leggings up and we’ve returned to a mostly innocent position, mom turns around and waves the half-empty bag of potato chips at us.
“Hey... you two want some munchies? Don’t let me eat this whole bag by myself!”
In a warm, husky tone that I have never heard pass my sister’s lips, Ella holds out a trembling hand and replies, “Sure, mom... we’ve both worked up a real appetite over here!”
Although mom thinks she’s simply being sarcastic, I know better and can hardly believe my ears – and when Ella snuggles back into position, the bulge of a new erection greets her sticky but otherwise clothed ass.
Ella looks at me doubtfully before grabbing a handful of chips. “Geez, Tommy, give it a fuckin’ rest,” she whispers between the crunching. “This is far from a sexy part in the movie anyways.”
“You were watching that thing?” I slide my hand onto Ella’s hip, but she promptly pushes it off.
Shit. Not this again!
“Ella... that was what you wanted, wasn’t it?”
She grunts in the affirmative.
“Then... is anything wrong?” I wait for an answer, and when none comes, ask in a hopeful tone, “Do you think we can ever do it again? I really loved being with you. It was so amazing... and I really do love you...”
My sister chews for a few seconds while I nuzzle tenderly on her ear.
“I’ve half a mind to say no,” she finally replies. “Love is
about a whole lot more than simple fucking, no matter how good the fucking might be. But... I’ve lived with you long enough to know that you probably know that. I guess that’s kind of an advantage we have – we’re like totally familiar with each other. We already know we both love and would never hurt the other. Well, at least not normally.”
I sigh and bang my head against the armrest. “Ella, how many times am I going to have to apologize for my stupidity?”
“Until I say so, Tommy boy.”
“And us...?”
“And... gimmie ’till the movie’s over to think about it. Okay?”
Worried that my relationship with Ella might be ending as quickly as it began, my erection promptly wilts and I can hardly concentrate on the rest of the film.
Gradually, though, several illuminating realizations begin to emerge from the disparate thoughts racing through my head. It’s not just the physical aspect of being with Ella that I’m worried about losing – I mean that’s great and all... but I want there to be an emotional connection too. Something spiritual. Deeper.
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