John comes home

"ohhh- your *huff huff* splOOOGE!" I wailed, finishing off my rapid rise to orgasm as well as the sisterly video I would send John. I stopped the recording, satisfied, and sent it off for John to enjoy. I took a long moment, breathing and staring at the ceiling, to recover from my latest orgasm of the day. A loud buzz from the washing machine broke my reverie and I went to change John's loads with a smile, thoughts on other recent loads of his.

My next chore, and remember I had agreed as a favor before I even knew what the chores were, was to get dressed up sexy and be ready with a snack for when John got home. I had well over an hour until my brother returned, so I showered.

Once I'd rinsed the sweat off of my body and soaped the remnants of John's cum off my tits, I put on some clothes. Tonight I didn't have work, so I could wear whatever and I wouldn't have to change. I finally decided on a scoop-necked halter top of a fuzzy beige material and a tight blue wrap for my bottom. A thong and a push-up bra completed the look- and would give John a little more to look at. The thought rewarded me with a giggly tingle and I headed downstairs.

With almost an hour until John usually got home, I turned the TV on as I scrounged the kitchen for a snack for him.

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The long, lonely walk back from school didn't feel so long or lonely today- not with my sexy assistant behind me and my centerfold of a sister waiting for me at home.

Approaching thr door, my dick twitched at the memory of Becca's video. The way she had screamed "John I need your splooge on my tits!" Over and over, and they way she had finished, her voice pitched oh so high...

Part of me wondered if the disappearing guy had given me a special gift, considering how often and how much I'd cum recently, while another part of me was well aware that I could easily get hard and blow a load every fifteen minutes, ever since I'd started having loads to blow.

The sound of the television in the living room piqued my excitement as I entered the house, if only because it meant that Becca and her banging body were nearby. I did, however, intend to be more in control of the situation than yesterday. It also meant that mom might be home or that Becca had finished her chores. I could only hope it was the latter.

The sight of Rebecca's long legs sprawled out on the footrest proved that yes, even that could go right today. Though I guess being face smashed and blown by a curvy redheaded assistant was pretty fortunate, maybe I shouldn't be so cavalier when it comes to blessing my karma.

As I turned the corner into the living room, I blatantly eyed-up Rebecca. She was intensely focused on her show, probably Grey's Anatomy. Her large bust moved slowly up and down with each breath in her fuzzy beige halter top that she only wore on dates, and which displayed a mile of her glorious cleavage even as it clung to her curves and exposed her taught belly, the garment was meant to display her body. The memories of when we were close flashed through my mind, and I was glad we were close again.

I must've stared at the blonde bombshell just long enough, because even as I tore my horny and confident gaze away to check what was on the TV she sat up with glee, then said, "Get the fuck over here, bro! I've got a snack for you in the fridge. Want to watch TV and play with my tits?"

The juxtaposition of her attitude 24 hours ago to now was priceless. I felt a deep deep gratification to see my sister being so nice to me (let alone looking so hot). I guess I was silent for a little too long as she interrupted my train of thoughts.

"Do you not want to play with my tits?" She looked down at her chest with mock-incredulity and asked with a laugh.

"Yes, I definitely do." I gave her heavenly melons a double-grope and a brief motorboat as she giggled before settling myself on the couch. "What's the snack?"

She started laughing then and didn't stop until I had been presented with a plate of 'ants on a log' that she produced from the fridge. Yum! Mom used to make this for us all the time when she packed our lunches and I laughed too at the childish snack. Becca sat down beside me on the couch with her legs folded under her and placed the plate in my lap even as she nuzzled my arm with her tit. She offered to jerk me off and I obliged, "but slowly."

It was a winning combination: celery, peanut butter, raisins, a handjob, and a TV show. Becca kept asking me which if the actresses on the screen were the hottest and I would answer complete with dirty talk about what I want to do to each one. "Becca I love how nice you're being to me." I said three or four times, eliciting moans from my sister as she buried her head in my shoulder. It was fun, the kind of fun we used to have -well minus the handjob and horny sister- and it felt nice. When I'd worked up another load, I let her know and she gave me the sweetest smile before lowering her lips over my dick and pumping my jizz into her waiting mouth.

Ahh, this was the life. But all things have their season and when 5:30 rolled around my parents pulled into the driveway. I was worried that Becca wouldn't understand the need for discretion, but she surprised me by smoothing out her clothes and returning to the chair I found her in.

As the lock turned, Becca gave me a lightning-fast flash of her titty-laden bra and a wink. "Listen, John. I'm going out with Nat after dinner tonight." The sound of jangling keys and my parents' voices emanated from the front hall. "Do you want to come with us? I'll make sure you get plenty of chances to stare at her ass!" She ended with a whisper at the end as my dad walked into the room, followed by my mom.

"What's this? You two animals actually spending time together?" My dad said with mock-horror. We chuckled as he trundled off to the bathroom.

"Hi honey," my mom gave me a peck on the forehead and I didn't resist the urge to look down her blouse. Nice tits mom, I didn't say. "What have you two been up to?" She asked as she walked over to Becca and leaned in.

Becca surprised everybody by lifting up her chin and catching my mother's chaste kiss with her own lips. Before my mom could react, Becca reached up with her hand and held mom's chin in place as laid a big sloppy kiss.

With a gasp, my mom stood up and broke Becca's hold.