A Sister's Pride

An hour or so later… you still hadn’t had a moment to collect your thoughts together over what had just happened. Skeg had remained downstairs to actually run his own bloody shop for a bit, but Rod and Dave had just stayed hanging around the flat… as if it was as much their space as yours. You had ended up sandwiched between them on the couch, watching an endless stream of vacuous daytime television. Feeling hemmed in and towered over even when you were all sat down. Your step-sister was laid out across all your knees, having slipped her panties back on, but nothing else. The soft curves of her butt coming to rest directly on your crotch while one man unconsciously squeezed and groped her chest and the other ran a hand up and down her inner thigh.

Of course, it wasn’t long before two cocks escaped their zippers once more. Jenny slid one of these into her cheek and ran her lips back and forth across it all while really just watching the flickering screen. You were beginning to realise that using her body to arouse these men was already as natural to her as breathing. That was why the deal she’d made for this apartment barely seemed a heavy price at all, to her. Down the other end, Rod was even making use of her feet… crossing them over and holding the toes as he slid their smooth, curving arches up and down his erection. Trapped in the middle of all of this, you felt so utterly out of place… in a jail of casual travesty. Yet, beneath your own step-sibling’s crotch, where it lay resting upon your lap… your own penis was still railing against the rough fabric of its own bonds. You prayed she could not feel it. Prayed that she didn’t know that it had stayed that way ever since you had held those other two phalluses yourself, and sprayed them down upon her bucking form. But, that bond between you as twins seemed to backfire now: She knew… and she knew, you knew, she knew.

When the home invaders finally left, off to actually do… whatever lines of work they supposedly did all day; you were left alone with the step-sibling who had waved them off. She stalked back toward the couch with a wickedly-wide grin upon her face, breasts bouncing freely. The girl wasted no time at all in jumping up onto your lap, straddling you while facing you and looking down through that valley of her own tits. The body-pinning unfairness of this position, where she had you between her knees and could threaten to smother against her chest at any moment… set your whole mind reeling. This was not how brothers and step-sisters interacted with one another, but then neither was anything else that had happened over the last few days. Your little penis stung where it was trapped within the lacy net of yet another pair of her panties. Trying desperately to push its way out through them and button-popping denim toward the tantalising-close fork of her legs. You could smell the scent of other men’s cum on her, along with the alluring pheromones of a young woman’s sweat and recently-liberated juices. You’d never known a girl could make the air around her taste like that… not unpleasantly stale or sordid, but just freshly fleshy and human.

She smiled a smile full of unsuitable thoughts and memories, thanking you dearly for coming along on this adventure with her. “Jo! You just jacked off two guys onto my face! That was so hot! I’m so proud of you!”

Hearing her state it out loud just compounded the statement into reality. You had indeed done that. You could still feel the friction of them against your palms. See the look of delight on her face as it had began to rain white and warm splatters. But you didn’t have a moment to assess why on earth that might make her proud of you, before she was pushing the point home with a kiss.

Her tongue drove in directly to the back of your mouth, nearly **** you in surprise. Yet, as soon as it began tangling with your own, your body reacted on an instinct of eagerness and long, long restrained wants. She gripped either side of your face in slender hands and pushed her body down against yours, melding you with the back cushions of the couch. Your own arms faltered, for a second… before wrapping themselves around her back. Closer and closer, her divided knees came: to grinding that fork between her legs against your own. You could barely find air through your nose, but would have gladly suffocated just to keep that moment going for a little longer. This was your step-sister. Your womb-sharer. The other half of your soul. For so long you had wanted nothing more than to feel those soft lips against yours. If all it had taken was to paint those lips with some other men’s spunk… was that really so steep a price? You thought you could probably taste them. A meaty saltiness to her breath as she sucked your tongue back into her own warm, wet cavern for a while. But this was your first kiss… with anyone, ever. Every aspect of it was imprinting itself as the most wonderful thing ever within your mind. If other men’s semen was simply what your step-sister’s mouth tasted like, then that was more than fine with you. She was your everything. You would do anything to make her happy.