Frustrations

I return to my room with a raging erection and some pent-up energy that I know I need to get rid of. It's late in the evening, I need to sleep soon, and I know I'll never be able to with half of my body's blood pumping through my dick.

I close my bedroom door behind me and strip: throw my shirt onto the bed, kick my pants onto the floor, and drop my boxers. My cock springs free and I sigh in relief. I didn't realize how much those pants were restricting me. The tight, cloying feeling is gone, replaced by the cool caress of the air brushing against me.

I look down at my erection and realize it seems slightly bigger. More bulbous. Veins run along my shaft in thick, purple lines. I trace one with a finger and it sends a shock along my shaft. I wonder if it has grown due to the nootropic, but I realize it is more likely larger due to my weight loss. I was never fat before, but I am certainly a lower body fat now. I set the thought aside and grasp my cock in one hand.

The first pump sends a shiver down my spine, and my eyes close. My second causes my shoulders to shudder, and I realize I need to sit down for this. Kelly's teasing has left me ready to explode. A bead of precum already leaks out of my urethra and down the side of my head.

My mind automatically wanders to thoughts of Kelly as I masturbate. I imagine her, stripping for me, bending over with a seductive gaze in her eyes. She looks back at me with those cerulean orbs, full of lust, and grabs the edge of her nude thong. Slowly, teasingly, she pulls it down her ass. The tight fabric sinks into her flesh in soft waves throughout its descent. My cock shudders, and I feel my orgasm approaching. The thong drifts down, lower, past her ass, and onto the floor, baring my younger sister to me in all of her glory. I imagine her pussy to be pale and pink, glistening in low light, eager for my touch. "Dom," she moans in my imagination. I grunt as my mind takes me elsewhere, to more intimate thoughts. Another grunt escapes my lips. My passion builds. Kelly stands over me, naked, and lowers herself onto the tip of my cock. "Ah!" I exclaim, feeling the wave within my body reach a point of no return.

"Dom? You okay?" I hear, and I blink my eyes open to see Ashley pushing the door open with a concerned look in her eyes. That look turns to surprise, then fear, then something else entirely, as she sees my raging erection and my hand pumping along it. The sight of her, standing there in my doorway in her decidedly not sexy pajamas, is still enough to push me beyond my limits.

"Fuck," I gasp, and our eyes meet. My orgasm breaks away from me in a raging inferno of neurons that sears every fiber in my body. Cum explodes through me and out of my cock, shooting thick ropes over my chest. I continue pumping my cock, gradually more slowly, as I ride the fiery wave until it recedes. Spurts of cum continue to shoot out onto my abdomen, then pull around my head and seep onto my hand where it grifts my shaft.

Ashley remains still, in the doorway, mouth agape and silent.

As my nerves calm and my cock relaxes, I realize what I have done. "Shit, Ashley," I say, standing. Cum flies off of me onto the floor and I realize how much liquid covers my chest. "Fuck, gross," I murmur, looking down. By the time I look up again, Ashley is gone, only the space in my open doorway the only sign she was ever there.

I try my best to dry off the cum with a used towel, before tossing it back into my clothes bin and think for a moment. What should I do? I look around, unsure, not wanting to ruin our relationship. Fuck, fuck. Why didn't I lock the door? Maybe I should wait until tomorrow to talk to her? But what if that's the wrong move? I can't allow our relationship to be damaged by something like this.

An idea comes to me, and I pause to consider it. There are some dangers, but do I have another choice? Brad said there could be side effects, but I didn't experience any at the lakehouse. And it would only be this time... I resign myself to taking another pill and grab one from my desk.

I stare at the small pill, the thing that has changed my life so much in only a few weeks, and realize that I need to understand more about it. Sooner, rather than later. I can't wait until I have the money to do it grandly. I need more information now. I need to know the exact side effects, the history, and everything else that Brad should have told me. Knowing any less is a risk to my family.

I pop it into my mouth and swallow. As the nootropic hits, I file away that thought for later.

My mind immediately recalls the scene and recognizes Ashley's posture, the narrowing gap between her thighs, and the hungry look in her eyes. She wasn't disgusted. She was turned on, and I should go to see her now. Before I consciously consider the thought too much, I am already standing in front of Ashley's bedroom door, dressed again in a pair of black athletic shorts matching shirt.

I knock on the door with a soft thud. "Ashley?" I call out. "Are you in there?"

"Suppose I should have asked first at your door, yeah?" she calls back, her voice heavy.

"Let's talk about it. Can you open the door?" I hear rustling on the other side of the door. A moment later, it opens. Ashley looks at me with a red face, and a thin shimmer of sweat coats her forehead. "Ashley? I... am sorry about that. I meant to lock my door."

She gives me a faint smile and brushes her brown curls out of her face. "It's alright, Dom. I'm sorry for invading your privacy." She bites her lower lip and looks down at my abdomen, almost subconsciously. "I won't let it happen again."

Her hunger and desire are like a siren to my nootropic mind. I can see her lust for me in her eyes, in her posture. Smell it in the air. There is no doubt she was just masturbating to the thought of me. "You seem... bothered," I say, as I push into her doorway. Ashley backs away from me and looks at me with suddenly wide eyes. Her gaze darts over to her bed and back again. I see a small, nude-colored dildo next to her laptop on her bed, still glistening in the low-light of her room. "Very bothered," I murmur, as I push the door closed behind me.

Already, my cock surges at this moment. Despite the explosive orgasm of only a few minutes ago, it wants more. The bulge presses against my athletic shorts, which do almost nothing to hide it. Ashley's gaze darts down to my erection and widens. Her tongue dances across her lips in hunger.

"Ashley," I continue, as I close the gap between us. Four feet, then two. We stand only inches apart. Her breath lands on my chest, heavy and hot, then travels up my neck as she looks into my eyes.

"Dom," she whispers, eyes closing, and I lean in.

Our lips meet. My cock surges at our touch, and I revel in the feeling of her soft, thin lips interlocking with mine. A whimper escapes her lips as she sags into me, her hunger building. Fingers slide around my back and caress me, and her tongue eagerly meets mine. I pull her into me, wrapping her in my embrace, as our kiss continues. Her soft breasts push against my chest, and I can fight my desire to rip her clothes from her and take her now. My nootropic mind knows that despite her desire, it would be too much, too soon. Instead, my handers slide down her back and onto her waist, then further down onto her petite ass. Despite her lithe form, her flesh is soft and supple, and I sigh into her lips with the feeling of her in my hands.

"Dom," she whimpers, her eyes opening and her lips breaking from mine. "We shouldn't be doing this... I... What is wrong with me?"

My hands guide her to turn, until her back faces me. I lean her into my chest and plant a kiss on her ear, then down her neck. "Nothing, Ashley. You want this. I want this." My hands trace shapes on her abdomen through her t-shirt, before sneaking underneath and caressing her warm skin. "I am here for you," I continue. "Always, I am here for you." My right-hand travels upwards to her breast, immediately finding her nipple rock hard and agitated. Her breast is small and tight, but the feeling of her nipple in my fingers sends shivers along both our spines.

"Ah," she whimpers, turning her head away and presenting her neck to me. I continue to kiss along it, playing with her nipple, and sink my left hand lower. Onto the valley of her abdomen, then lower. I meet the waistband of her pajama pants, a pair of loosely flowing cotton pants, and sneak behind it. No panties block my path as my fingers meet her soaking pussy. She moans at my touch and sinks against me, spreading her legs. I continue kissing her, kneading her, feeling her.

Her ass grinds against my cock, and I raise my kiss to her ear. "Ashley," I murmur, and she shivers. My fingers caress her pussy, feeling her soft folds and rubbing the hard nub of her clitoris underneath. She whimpers with each touch. My fingers sink lower, searching for the entry point to her release, and she moans as I dip a finger into her soaking body.

With a sudden energy, she turns back to face me and locks her lips to mine. My hand breaks away from her pussy for a moment, but she quickly grabs my wrist and pulls me back into her pants. Her eyes open as we kiss and I dip back into her. Her moan leaks from our kiss with a hungry rumble, and I push deeper. My other hand grabs onto her ass and pulls her into me.

Her body quivers as I stroke the gentle ribbing of her G-spot, and I push harder. My timid tip turns into a steady thrust. My soft stroke turns into constant pressure. Her body shakes and shudders. Her kiss eats at me, her tongue fighting mine as if for domination. Our kiss breaks as she sags into me, moaning. Her pussy tightens around my finger, milking me, and I feel one final, explosive shudder wrack my sister's body. Fluid jettisons from her and coats my palm, and I realize she just squirted onto me. Her fluid costs her pajamas and legs, and a thick, lubricant-like mucus sticks between my fingers. I can only imagine the feeling of sinking into her, feeling my cock constricted by her desire for me. Fuck, my erection is already aching again.

Ashley gets her breath for a moment. "Ashley," I start, but she presses a finger to my lips. With her other hand, she sneaks into my waistband and grabs hold of my cock. Her eyes widen, and I realize she can barely wrap her fingers around it. Still, she strokes it. Slowly at first, then with building speed and pressure. She works me like a pro, although even the most innocent virgin would finish me off after the moment we just shared.

I feel another orgasm reaching me, and I close my eyes. I feel some pressure from my waistband, and then my shorts hit the floor. I open my eyes again to see Ashley molding herself under my arm, her gaze downcast onto my throbbing erection as it stands proudly away from my body, masturbating me. Her expression is intense, as though this is the most important moment of her life.

Without thinking, I reach down and grab onto her ass within her pajamas. The soft, warmth of her flesh sends me over the edge, and I sag into my sister as another orgasm begins pulsing through my body. "I'm cumming," I warn her, and her hand picks up speed.

My hand continues feeling her ass, eager to explore my sister's body, as she finally pushes me over the edge. The nootropic enhances the orgasm, pushing me further, and my vision darkens as I feel the tremor rising throughout my body. Starting at my toes and the top of my head, building, growing in tension inch by inch as it spreads throughout me from top to bottom. "Fuck," I gasp, as it becomes unbearable. My cock throbs and shudders.

"Cum for me, Dom. Cum for your sister," Ashley murmurs, and I lose it.

My orgasm pulses once more, then surges out of my body like a tsunami. Hot, sticky ropes of cum jump from my cock and land on Ashley's floor with a splat. One jettison, then another. I can't focus on it. My vision blackens and I sag into my sister even more, who tries her best to hold me up. "Oh my god," I hear her murmur, as she continues to jack my cock. Another rope. The surges continue, and Ashley dutifully matches their pace until nothing more escapes me. Finally, with a soft tug, she extracts the last of my seed into her hand.

My vision slowly returns, and I open my eyes to see Ashley bent over on the floor, wiping up my cum with a towel. Her expression is focused. None of the regret a small part of my mind thought would be there. But, my nootropic mind knows better. From the moment her eyes locked with mine earlier in my room, I knew this was what she wanted.

"Ashley," I start, but pause. She doesn't answer. "I love you."

She looks up at me, amused, as she finishes cleaning the floor. "You could at least take me to dinner first, you know."

I chuckle, some of the tension leaving my body. "This was just an appetizer. Always intended for before the main course."

Ashley giggles in turn, then rises from the floor. She points down at my cock, which I realize is still hanging freely. While she talks, I pull my shorts up. "That thing is a monster. But... I had fun. I didn't realize how much I needed this. Someone. I don't know if its right, but..."

"I'm willing to explore it. I told you before, I'm here for you. Whatever you need."

She nods and hugs me once more, but the fiery passion of earlier is gone. Replaced by love. Respect. Admiration. "I know that now." Her eyes meet mine and she leans in for a soft, slow kiss. My lips break into a smile, and she pulls away. "What?" she asks, eyebrow arched.

"Just... never thought this would happen."

"Me either."

We hold each other for a few more minutes and share one last goodnight kiss before I excuse myself for a much-needed shower and some nootropic-work time. Thoughts of the days permeate my mind: Colette, Esmere, Kelly, and Ashley. Even Mom. I sigh as I work. Things are progressing, and I need to set plans in motion.