Chapter 2

Lisa was right. Eleyna was really horny. She led me up to her room and as soon as the door was closed she was on me. Fuck she had a hot body. We clasped each other in a long embrace, then feverishly removed our clothes as we stumbled toward her bed. Standing beside it, we had no sooner finished undressing than Eleyna jumped up and wrapped her legs around my hips. Her mouth was on mine as her heels dug into the small of my back, her ass bouncing around trying to find my cock. When she did, she slid down like she was on a greased flagpole. Eleyna was wet, but not nearly as wet as Mom had felt that morning, evening through the panties.

I bounced Eleyna around on my cock until my legs got weak, then threw her on the bed with me on top and started banging the hell out of her. It was a fast, grunting, heaving fuck. Twice I had to drag her down on the bed because the headboard started smashing against the wall. I looked at the door but Eleyna pulled my head back and latched her mouth onto mine. She obviously didn’t care how much noise we made. I dug my cock into her deep and let her have it.

She only let me have ten minutes before she started pulling on my cock again. This time, she turned over and looked back at me, trying to look sexy but only managing to look like a porn actress.

“Fuck me from behind,” she croaked.

This was a first for Eleyna. She only fucked face to face, either on her back with her legs way back, or with her on top. Well, if she insisted. I got behind her, grasped her hips, and started a nice, leisurely fuck. She was definitely better than Cathy. I mean, Cathy thought it was a royal treat to let her pants down and put no effort whatsoever into making it fun. Putting it into her passive twat was supposed to be the cat’s meow. Looking down at Eleyna thrusting her rump back to meet every thrust, I knew I was done with Cathy. Eleyna was a great fuck and was getting better.

Still, something was lacking. I lapsed into a lulling rhythm and was startled to see that Eleyna’s dark hair had turned red. I reached down, grabbed a handful, and started bucking harder against her ass. Slap, slap, slap. Yeah, this was great ... doing Mom.

“Unghh, unghh ... what?”

Had I said that out loud?

“Nothing,” I said. The hair went dark again. “Man,” I said, “this is great,” I added, trying to cover up for my supposed breach.

I shagged Eleyna hard. She buried her head in the pillow and grabbed the sheets. Harder, harder. The hair went red. Yeah, heave ... heave, yeah, like this, the headboard slammed into the wall, hard, hard, slam, slam, slam.

“Ahhhhhgghhhh,” I yelled as Eleyna lifted her ass up and twisted it around my spewing cock, digging her toes into the mattress to provide greater leverage. Fuck, she was a great fuck, but as I released my spend, I was disappointed to see the color in her hair fade away, dulling down to its regular black.

Later, lying side by side on the bed in the odor of our pungent sweat, my hand slipped down from Eleyna’s back to her ass, and then onto the back of her thighs. A moment later, Eleyna parted her legs to let my hand fall between and I dutifully rubbed my fingers through her slit. I knew she wanted it again.

I toyed with her pussy much longer than usual, teasing her without mercy until she was lifting her ass way up, trying to get more, pleading with me to finger her harder. I pushed my fingers into her cunt and started giving her the real treatment. It wasn’t long before she was moaning and whimpering for me to fuck her again.

“Come inside,” she whispered.

I ignored her pleading, though she asked several more times.

“Please, fuck me now,” she begged when I had all my fingers in her up to the knuckles.

She was ready. I tucked my thumb under my fingers and pushed.

“Arrrrghhhhhh,” she bellowed.

She was tight. I pushed harder. Eleyna’s ass was waving all over. Fuck, did she ever want it. My little fuck slut. I shoved but my hand couldn’t squeeze into her quivering cunt.

“Owwwww,” Eleyna bellowed, throwing herself forward and squirting my hand out. “Fuck,” she cried, whirling around, drawing her feet underneath her in a crouch. “You fucking asshole!”

Whack!

My hand went to my face. It was numb. Eleyna had slugged me, luckily hitting me on the chin. She tried to hit me again but I ducked.

“Get out,” she yelled.

I leapt backwards off the bed and looked frantically around for my clothes. I hadn’t pulled my jeans all the way on before she jumped off the bed and started pummeling my back and tried to knee me in the face as I bent over to retrieve my shirt and runners.

“Do you think I’m a whore?” she yelled. “Get out ... get the fuck out!”

I scrambled out of her room and stumbled down the stairs. Thankfully, the door slammed behind me and I made my way to the door in the dark hoping not to be further accosted by an angry parent.

I walked home, looking at the sky often, wondering, WTF?

It wasn’t until I turned into our yard that I realized I had left my coat and wasn’t wearing any socks. I slipped into the house quietly and crept up the stairs. I don’t know why I was being so quiet. I guess I didn’t want to see anyone right then, probably thinking they’d see the guilt written all over my face.

I topped the stairs. There was light shining under my door. Oh, fuck. Lisa was waiting for me. Shit. I took a deep breath, braced my shoulders, and walked bravely toward my bedroom door, full of trepidation inside.

I opened the door, leaving it open in the hopes that I could convince Lisa to leave quickly. She was lying on my bed, face down, the light from my desk lamp playing over the rise of her buttocks which were covered only by the thin cotton of her nightgown. Her face was flushed and I wondered if she’d been touching herself. Lisa got on her elbow looked at me.

“Spill the beans, buddy,” she smiled.

“What beans?” I asked, as innocently as I could.

“Cut the crap. You’re late. Something happened and I want to know what.”

“I’m tired,” I said, pulling my shirt over my head to make my point. “I’ll tell you tomorrow,” I said, bracing my left foot against the back of the runner on my right and pushing it off.

“You’ll tell me tonight. I’m not leaving,” Lisa proclaimed, dropping her head onto my pillow and closing her eyes with a big smirk on her face.

“Suit yourself,” I replied, kicking my left runner off and flicking it toward the bed. I made a big production of loosening my belt and unzipping my jeans, hoping Lisa would change her mind, but she only snuggled deeper into the blankets.

“Alright,” I sighed.

Lisa’s eyes opened and she smiled, shifting over to make room for me to sit on the bed. As soon as I sat down, she closed her eyes again.

“Start from the beginning,” she said, squiggling into the covers.

So I started the bullshit, relating how I had gone to Eleyna’s house for dinner. I described what her mom had made and was pleased by the impatient twitching my detailed descriptions produced in my sister’s bottom. I smiled to myself. I managed to drag the story out with all the boring minutia I could think of but Lisa controlled her frustration and I soon decided that I should just tell her something so she would leave. Her ass was driving me nuts and I was afraid of forgetting who it belonged to and actually touching it.

“So Eleyna’s phone rang while we were eating dessert. She didn’t want to answer it but her mom insisted. It was work,” I said, “and they wanted Eleyna to come in right away because two of the other girls had called in sick. Eleyna didn’t want to but her mom reminded her that they needed the money, so Eleyna left.”

Lisa sighed, wiggled, and pulled her elbows in tighter to her sides, knowing the juicy part was about to begin. For the first time, I noticed that Lisa’s nightgown was open at the back, more summer nightware than early spring. Her skin was unblemished by even a single mole and exposed down to the small of her back.

“Eleyna’s mom didn’t say a thing after she left. She just kept eating her dessert really slowly and doing something weird with her eyes every time she took a bite.”

Lisa giggled. “What’s her name?”

“What?”

“Her name. What is her name?”

“Uh...” I struggled, searching my mind for a name. “Eileen,” I said, after a long pause.

“Eileen?” Lisa asked. “That’s not very exotic. Not like Eleyna.”

“Well, that’s her name,” I said, defensively. Up to then, I had been surprised by how easily the bullshit came to me.

“Hmmmphhh.”

“Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. Eleyna’s mom ... Eileen, kept throwing me these seductive looks until we had finished our desserts. Then she said, ‘Well, I hope you come over for dinner again, Jerrod.’”

“She got up and started clearing away the dessert dishes. I was surprised because she seemed to be dismissing me which was strange given how flirtatious she’d been. She carried the dishes into the kitchen and started to wash them. I guess I was expected to leave.”

I paused, wondering if I could get Lisa to believe that I just left. Looking down at her tense shoulders, I tossed that idea. She had probably been waiting for hours to hear a juicy story. It would probably be easier to make something up than try to short-change her. I sighed. My eyes traveled down Lisa’s bare spine to the start of her nightgown and up the slope of her buttocks which was surprisingly a bit of a climb from her narrow waist. Her ass looked so tight and small in her jeans but under the nightgown it seemed more prominent, and loose. Her cheeks were trembling in anticipation of what I was about to say. Actually, I realized, I didn’t want to shorten the story. If she wanted a juicy story, I thought, I’ll give her one.

“I was about to leave and then I thought what a chickenshit move that would be and remembered what you said, If you don’t risk, you don’t get.”

I liked that touch, making my sister a part of what I’d done, even responsible for it. Lisa’s cheeks quivered again, betraying her excitement.

“So, I walked back into the kitchen.”

I paused, turning sideways on the bed and aligning my knee with Lisa’s left shoulder so I could admire her body more easily. My eyes focused on the thin material covering my sister’s buttocks. Lisa wiggled impatiently, making her cheeks shake. I smiled. This was good. Lisa wiggled again, prompting me to speak.

“I stood behind her, not sure what to do. Should I turn her around and kiss her? Should I just slip my arms around her waist and grab her tits? I wasn’t sure but I knew she knew I was right behind her and she was waiting for me to do something.”

I paused again and Lisa shifted restlessly. I loved it. I leaned over her and put my hand on the bed on the far side of her hip. Leaning down, I whispered.

“That’s when Eleyna’s ... I mean, Eileen, grabbed a bunch of cutlery and dumped it into the sink.” I paused, as if that was an important event.

“But one dropped on the floor,” I said.

“A spoon,” I explained further.

I looked at Lisa’s ass and wished I could touch it. She had such a nice one. Here, even in the dim light, I could almost see through the nightgown, well enough, anyway, to see the faint crack dividing her cheeks.

“Eileen stopped washing the dishes and stared at the spoon. I bent down to pick it up and felt more than saw her look back into the sink but she didn’t start washing again. The spoon was lying between her feet and I grabbed it.”

I moved my hand and placed it between Lisa’s ankles to demonstrate where the spoon was.

“I lifted the spoon but instead of handing it to her, I brought it up between her legs, slowly, my hand scraping off her calves so she knew what I was doing.”

I slid my hand up between Lisa’s legs, showing her what I had supposedly done to Eileen.

“She didn’t move an inch until my hand got to her knees,” I breathed, leaning over Lisa’s back, “and then, all she did was move her feet apart.

I twisted my hand so the back pressed against the inside of Lisa’s knee and she shifted her leg over. I tilted my head and looked down her naked back, over the humps of her cotton covered buttocks to my hand, hanging between my sister’s knees. My cock stiffened, straightening inside my shorts, even within the confines of my bent over position.

“I pushed my hand up,” I whispered. “My breath caught in my throat as I realized I was pushing the spoon under Eileen’s dress.”

I paused and took a deep breath to embellish the story but also needing it. My hand dragged up along the bed covers between Lisa’s legs, stopping just short of the hem of her nightgown. After a very brief pause, I held my breath and pulled my hand higher. A burst of tingles sparkled all over the tip of my cock as my hand disappeared beneath Lisa’s nightgown. I turned my head toward the door, guilt overwhelming me, as if suddenly afraid that someone would see what I was doing.

It was dark behind the door I’d left open. Why hadn’t I closed it? I turned back to look at Lisa. She had turned her own face into the pillow. My God. Could I do this? Could I do what I had done to Mom? Would she like it just like her?

“I pushed my hand higher,” I croaked, “deep under Eileen’s skirt.”

My hand moved up, brushing through Lisa’s taut thighs. They moved as if to part but really more relaxed than opened. Lisa was going along with the story. My cock, finding the freedom of my unzipped jeans, thrust into my nylon shorts, pushing a black lump above the waistband. I dropped my hand to cover it, releasing another burst of sparkles. I waxed poetic.

“I closed my hand into a fist and pushed through her rubbery thighs, all the way up, and her flesh gave way.”

Obediently, my hand skidded through Lisa’s thighs, pushing a wave of nightgown ahead. I stopped, stunned by my brazen act.

“I dropped the spoon,” I husked, “and it fell noisily to the floor as I shoved my fist up the last inch, crashing into her...”

I was going to say panties but my hand moved with my words, through thighs more humid than damp, and crashed into Lisa’s pussy. Her bare pussy.

“ ... no panties,” I cried. “No panties,” I repeated, stunned.

At a momentary loss for words, I pressed my hand into Lisa’s muff, and my knuckles were coated in a sheen of moisture.

“She wasn’t wearing any panties,” I whispered hoarsely, “and she was ready for me, must have been waiting for it all through dinner, for this special dessert, just for her. So I gave it to her ... I mashed my hand on her desperate pussy.”

I pushed my fist more firmly onto Lisa’s pussy and twisted my knuckles against it, slowly, back and forth, as I leaned close to her ear, whispering a long description of how I did exactly the same thing to Eileen when I was really just describing what I was doing to her. My other hand enveloped and squeezed the top of my cock. I was going to come. There was no way I could stop it.

“She was so wet,” I cried, barely able to speak, my fist unfolding, fingers straightening, stretching out, searching, finding, probing through my sister’s feathery wet lips, digging in, shoving, filling. She was incredibly wet.

I was coming, spurting into my shorts.

Lisa’s head was writhing in the pillow, her hips lifting from the bed, letting my fingers sink deep into her, clenching them, squeezing hard, dousing them with her slick, slimy fluid. I turned away, unable to continue the story, incapable of speech. Lisa quivered on my hand, then relaxed and I pulled away, dragging my fingers out, pulling my hand around to help cover myself, hunching forward to complete the task. A minute passed. I felt Lisa getting up. She stood beside me.

“Whew,” she sighed. “That was more than I bargained for.” She stepped forward, paused, said, “Quite a story,” then walked to the door. She half turned then, but didn’t look back at me. “I want to hear about what happens next time you see her.”

She slipped into the darkness of the hallway.

I clutched my cock, squeezing out a final dribble.

I delayed again the next day at breakfast but made sure Lisa heard me when I declined a ride. After she and Dad had left, I walked behind Mom and reached around her to set my empty bowl on the counter beside the sink. Glancing over her shoulder and down the slope of her breasts, I neglected to release the spoon as I pulled my hand away. Belatedly loosening my fingers, the spoon fell on the rim of the bowl, teetered onto the counter, and dropped to the floor, breaking the silence with an almost deafening clatter.

I stood rock still, gazing over Mom’s shoulder at the gentle rise and fall of her breasts as the echoes of the spoon’s demise grew fainter. Mom stopped washing. Long seconds passed, the only sounds were Mom’s quiet breathing and my heart trying to pump blood up to my brain. Mom’s breasts rose and fell, her blouse alternately tightening and relaxing. Expectancy was heavy in the air.

Do it!

My hand moved out from my side behind Mom, fingers stretching out, palm in toward her bottom, ready to cup her cheek.

I chickened out.

I knelt down to pick up the spoon. Mom started washing again. I retrieved the spoon and passed it to my left hand as I looked at Mom’s legs and lost my balance a bit, causing my forehead to brush against the side of her skirt. The water stopped swishing in the sink. I grasped Mom’s left ankle, as if to steady myself, then urged it closer toward me. Mom’s foot shifted on the floor and I slowly moved my hand up the inside of her calf to the hem of her skirt which this day was above her knee. She sucked in her breath.

I stood, bringing my hand up, Mom’s skirt bunching onto my wrist as I maintained contact with the inside of her leg all the way, accompanied by the sound of breath sucking noisily between teeth. I looked over Mom’s shoulder at her breasts, now filling the blouse more fully, twisted my hand away from the inside of Mom’s leg, and quickly pulled it up, firmly cupping the panties stretched between her thighs.

“Ohhhhhunnhhhhhh,” Mom cried, but she didn’t move.

My hand cupped the warmth of her pantied pussy. I didn’t rub with my hand but instead lifted it, pressing hard against her until the resistance lightened and I realized she was standing up on her toes. Out of stretching room, the resistance returned and Mom fell forward against the sink. Now, I moved my hand forward and back, rubbing her pussy.

“Unngghhh,” she cried, hunching over.

Thrilled by her response, I rubbed more quickly.

“Unnghhh, unghhh, unghh.”

Mom’s head lolled over the sink with every lift and rub and, as she abandoned herself to me, my cock surged in my pants. It hurt but there wasn’t anything I could do about that now. I twisted my hand between rubs, ripping a more guttural moan from Mom as I mashed her lower lips sideways. Her head flopped all the way forward and her hips pushed back to increase the friction between us.

I grasped a handful of Mom’s long, red hair and pulled her face up, leaning sideways so I could see the sexual chaos flickering over her face. My fingers, twisting between her legs, scraped Mom’s panties to the side and I was suddenly plying her slick, naked lips. So wet, so very, very wet. Even at her horniest, Eleyna was never as soaked as this.

“Ahhhhrrgggg.”

Christ, that was me, not Mom.

I pushed my fingers inside her cunt.

“Unnnghhhh.”

“Ahhhhrrrgggggg.”

I wasn’t gradual or gentle. I pushed two and then three fingers all the way in, twisting my hand, exploring with my fingertips. In and out, in, twist, out, in, twist left and right, out, in ... Mom moved her right foot out, opening her legs wider and I let her head slump forward again, adding my pinky to the exploration team. All my fingers were completely inside her now, right up to the last set of knuckles, twisting with the full width of my hand, and still Mom moaned for more.

My thumb pressed against her asshole and Mom’s head dropped right into the sink, her face glancing off the faucet. I pressed my thumb into her tight, crinkly hole, but just enough to cover the nail. My left hand slid down Mom’s back to hold her against the counter as her legs began to buckle. Pulling my thumb away, I clamped it tight to my index finger, curled my palm inward, and pushed into her cunt, sliding all the way in, meeting great resistance but only momentarily because of a sudden flood of feminine fluid.

“Ohhhhhaaghhhhhhh,” Mom cried out.

I stopped, then twisted my hand slowly from side to side. Mom whimpered and her hands stretched back to grasp the edge of the counter. I kept twisting my hand but added a gentle to and fro motion, rocking Mom over the sink. She was emitting a constant, low-level moan now and her legs were quivering violently. It wouldn’t be long now and I knew I would probably have to leave right away, in fact, I wanted to escape.

I twisted the top of my jeans open and yanked, succeeding in getting my zipper half way undone, then pressed my cock, still covered by my shorts, against the side of Mom’s rump. Reaching under Mom with my free hand, I grasped her left tit, squeezing and releasing it in concert with the action of my right hand and humping her left thigh as my own moans intermingled with hers.

Mom’s legs suddenly stiffened, vibrating hard. I knew she was coming and couldn’t help releasing my own deluge. I withdrew my hand from Mom’s tit as her thighs clamped hard on my right. My shorts were soaked and my cum leaked through onto Mom’s skirt, pushed by each new surging torrent in perfect coordination with every gasp that escaped my mouth.

Mom’s legs went limp and I pulled my hand out, scraping over her still quivering, slick thighs. I made sure she wasn’t going to fall off the counter, then stumbled out of the kitchen and up to my room. I showered and changed. When I left, the shower was still going in Mom’s room.

I pretended I was going over to Eleyna’s after dinner the next night. I couldn’t tell Lisa that we had broken up because then I couldn’t keep up the charade about seducing her mom. Now that I’d had a taste of my sister’s pussy — well, not literally, but the thought intrigued me — I desperately wanted to continue. Who knew how far it could go? Hell, I might even be able to fuck her, my gorgeous sister!

I tooled around until almost midnight to be sure that Mom and Dad would be in bed, then slipped quietly in the front door. Creeping up the stairs, I almost stumbled with elation when I saw the light shining around my almost closed door. She was waiting for me. Fuck, this was going to be soooo good.

I forced myself not to rush down the hallway. The last thing I wanted to do was wake up Mom or Dad. It took an eternity to get to my room but I knew it was going to be worth it, I just knew it. I was already hard and pulled my shirt out of my jeans to cover myself.

“Look what the cat brought in,” Lisa laughed. I shushed her and looked back through the door, then closed it gently.

“You look a little bedraggled,” Lisa giggled just as loudly as the first time.

“Be quiet, or I won’t tell you what happened.”

“Oohhh,” she giggled, ducking her head. “Alright, little brother, tell me what the slut’s mother did tonight.”

Lisa had been sitting on the bed, facing me, and now turned to lay on it, on her tummy, leaving me enough room to sit beside her like before. Her legs bent at her knees as she waved her feet around.

“Take off your shirt,” Lisa ordered. “I don’t want that bedraggled thing near my clean nightgown.”

I unbuttoned my shirt. Lisa watched until I pulled my arm out the first sleeve, then turned her face down into the pillow. My cock lurched when I noticed her spreading her legs further apart. This was going to be so awesome!

I dropped my shirt to the floor and quietly unbuckled my jeans, spreading them slowly apart so the zipper wouldn’t make any noise as it retracted. Look at that ass. This nightgown was even thinner than the one last night and nestled closely over her buns. I could see her crack standing six feet from the bed. Joy surged through my chest as I lowered myself carefully onto the bed beside my sister, my eyes firmly focused on her supple little ass. Soon, soon.

Lisa didn’t hurry me. She let me speak without any prodding, unlike the night before. She looked ready for a good story, wiggling every now and then which sent quivers through her cheeks.

I couldn’t think of another excuse for why Eileen and I were alone so I used the same called-into-work baloney but Lisa didn’t question it. I soon had Eileen pushed over on the couch, my hand deep under her dress, knuckles twisting back and forth, mashing against her pubes.

“No panties again. You naughty, naughty girl,” I exclaimed, berating both Eileen and my sister who exhibited the same state of affairs.

“You’re making me be bad,” I husked. “I can’t help myself.”

My fingers probed, slipping easily inside Eleyna’s mother in my mind and sluiced through Lisa’s nether lips with even less resistance.

“You shouldn’t lift your ass like that, you shouldn’t love it so much,” I cried, truly loving it when Lisa raised her hips and opened her legs wider for me. Bunching all my fingers together, I pushed them into her pussy and was surprised at how easily they sank inside but maybe I shouldn’t have been: my sister self-lubricated as copiously as her mother. Lisa groaned into the pillow.

The hell with the story. I released my cock which I hadn’t until then realized I had grabbed and pulled Lisa’s nightgown up onto her back, baring her gorgeous, tight little ass. My hand slipped across her barely ample cheeks, gently prodding her ass up to give my hand easier access to her pussy. When she moaned, I pushed my fingers deeper inside, pausing only when the width of my hand stopped further progress. Curling it inward, I applied more pressure and increased it more to override her resistance. Lisa groaned loudly and I was glad I had shut the door and that she had chosen to muffle her face in the pillow. A low growl escaped when my knuckles passed through. I was in.

It was a straightforward handfuck after that. I leaned into my task, kissing and nibbling Lisa’s cheeks and gently biting her ass as I worked my fist inside her cunt. She writhed before the onslaught of my hand, squiggled under my mouth, and whimpered at the flick of my tongue. So fucking hot, so very fucking hot. Too soon, she went rigid, shook violently, and expelled my hand in a gush of cuntal fluid.

I was amazed that I hadn’t come before and subsequently, witnessing Lisa’s intense orgasm, still didn’t release my seed. Lisa collapsed on the bed but quickly twisted around to look up at me.

“Who said you could do that, little brother?” she asked, eyes sparkling but not smiling.

“I ... uh ... I...” I was wary as Lisa swung her legs around me and sat up. I turned away but remained sitting on the bed.

“Are you going to tell me the truth now?” Lisa asked.

“The truth?” I regurgitated, dumbly.

“The truth,” Lisa repeated. “I want to know the truth,” she demanded.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I mumbled, hunching over my hardon, hidden under my stretched underwear but persistent nonetheless.

“Oh, yes you do. Do you know what I found out today?”

I shook my head.

“Eleyna lives with her father. Her mother left years ago.”

“No, she...”

“No more bullshit, Jerrod. You’re not a good liar, you never were, but these stories were too good for you to make up,” Lisa mused. “So, who is it? Tell me who you’ve been doing this to.”

I shook my head, hanging it lower between my knees.

“Cathy’s mom? Have you been doing this to Cathy’s mom.”

I raised my head. Lisa could see the horror in my eyes. Cathy was nice looking but her mother wasn’t and she was a real bitch on top of it.

“Who, then sweetie?” Lisa purred, her soft hand sliding through my lap and capturing my underwear-shrouded cock. “Who?” she whispered, squeezing, rubbing her thumb across the tip.

“Lisa, don’t,” I protested, managing the weakest protest in recorded history.

Lisa’s rubbing thumb showed how much she believed my protest. Somehow her other hand managed to squeeze in there and my shorts suddenly flipped over the top of my dick. Lisa’s warm hand circled my bare cock, her squeezing palm milking its head.

“Tell me,” she whispered.

I moaned as Lisa started jacking my cock.

“Own up, little brother, and I’ll be very nice to you,” Lisa planted a very wet, smacking, long kiss on the side of my face.

“Please, Lisa,” I groaned.

“Just tell me,” she husked, squeezing her hand up and down the full length of my shaft. “Ohhhh, faster,” she whispered. “Doesn’t that feel good, Jerrod?” She planted another long, wet kiss on my cheek. “Imagine how much better it could be?”

I was going to come. It was obvious, but Lisa hadn’t noticed. She was thinking.

“Who, who could it be?” she wondered aloud.

Oh, God, her hand felt good. Faster, she was moving faster. I was half out of my mind. I lunged up on the bed, fucking her hand. Almost there, almost there, oh yeah, picturing my hand under Mom’s dress, bent over the sink, fisting her, shoving my hand in her cunt, I want to fuck her, fuck her!