Stall (in vain)

In spite of the prior warning in her nakedness, it was a struggle for me not to gawp in surprise. I should have expected such a turn, but her last request really did come right out of left field. Even resigned to my fate, setting aside my despair at the imminent profanation of my room which I had hoped against all hope would be a safe haven, I tried to stall.

“Well what are you doing next time?” I asked, “Do you know? Perhaps we can work together after all if you have something a little more challenging?”

She shook her head dismissively. “It’s Anouilh’s Antigone.” she lamented, “They already spent last year bashing the story of Œdipus into our brains in every way possible, and now our prof wants to do the follow up. It’s a fucking nightmare.”

Œdipus eh? Did they put you through the Pasolini version?”

“Oh fuck off,” she spat, grimacing, “of course they did. They love doing that to us. Every year a new bunch of students turn up and the teacher takes one look at them and thinks ‘let’s see how these ones’ spirits look like crushed.’ Don’t remind me of it.”

“I offer you sympathy,” I said, hoping she would just leave the room in frustration and forget about fucking, “I went through that bollocks too. I ask if you did it to get consolation for my own wasted brain cells.”

“Yes, I appreciate the gesture but I don’t need your sympathy, I need your dick.” She stepped up close to me and slowly flattened herself against me again. “Shall we?” she asked.

There was no winning this game. I shut my eyes and pretended she wasn’t there. Well, I pretended she wasn’t herself. There was no denying the reality of a beautiful naked girl in my arms rubbing her generous bosoms on my chest. I let the sensations get to me, and soon I was straining inside my pants. The girl felt it, and got to work releasing me while I tentatively palmed her backside. At once malleable and firm in my hands, it distracted me so I was caught by surprise when lips met mine and the girl probed me with her tongue.

With the kiss, my awareness of Julie for who she was vanished, and I was overcome by the same frenzied rush of sexual longing as last time. I eagerly played with her mouth while fondling her buttocks and caressing her back. I stroked the curve of her hips, and traced her well-supported spine, muscles writhing under a thin layer of soft skin as she squirmed against me. By now she had released my cock and was stroking it up and down. Meanwhile I followed her shape up to her shoulders, and gently pulled her back from me a few inches. All this time I had only felt her boobs through the clothes on my chest, now I wanted to touch them directly, shape and squeeze them, feel their rippling weight in my fingers.

The girl pulled her face from mine and set about eliminating the last obstacle between our bodies: my clothes. Already sinking from the high of making out, I opened my eyes at last to assist her. The sight had me crashing down from my cloud of mental fog. The girl was still my adoptive sister Julie Oliver, who had been family for as long as I had been sentient.

Fortunately after a day of maintaining a solid guard on my spontaneous reactions, I wasn’t about to blow my cover. My cock didn’t respond to my mood shifts or panic anyway, so all I had to do was keep the shock and horror out of my face. I helped Julie strip me, and soon we were both naked. As we moved toward the bed I considered imitating my behaviour with Carmencita, but ultimately decided against it. Sister was not being combative, simply responding in kind to my gentle caresses and kisses. Once on the bed she automatically moved herself under me and spread her legs. As I entered her she nudged me to let my weight fall on her, which I did, but I held back from kissing her again. She seemed content for us to stare into each other’s eyes as I started thrusting in and out, lying pressed together, skin to skin.

It was only at the end of the session that Julie’s preferences compelled her exert her will over mine. I had lost track of time by then, barely maintaining my dual personalities as we both neared a louder and louder climax, when a voice called to us.

“Dinner is in ten minutes. Be present or I won’t serve either of you.”

It was Mother, come part way up the stairs to make sure we heard her. My first feeling was panic at the thought of being caught deep inside my sister, adopted though she may be, but I soon dismissed the fear and kicked up the pace, as cumming in Julie’s pussy seemed the quickest way to get this done. I was already spent from this morning so it would be less dodgy, assuming pregnancy was still a thing. She was having none of that though, and forcefully removed me from her wet love tunnel. She got on the floor and down on her knees, pulling me by the hand to stand in front of her, before sucking my cock down her throat as far as she could manage. Within seconds I came, spurting once, then twice, then again and again. When she visibly resisted the urge to gag, and audibly swallowed, I concluded that, yes, in spite of having come oodles inside Carmen earlier, I had now filled Julie’s mouth as well.

“Oi! You rabbits! Get your little pink arses down here or your pizza will feed vermin!”

Mother’s second and angrier call jolted both of us, and I realized that yet again orgasm had sent me into a daze. I looked down to see Julie jumping to her feet, wiping drool from her mouth. We made eye contact, and for a moment she looked unutterably terrified. She bolted from my room and ran down the stairs, going so fast that even though she was barefoot I could hear each little thump. As I stared at the void where she’d been mere seconds ago, the first thought I had was that she hadn’t bothered to go clothe herself, and that I needn’t – shouldn’t do so myself. The second thought was that I better hurry after her to avoid incurring Mother’s already titillated wrath. All sorts of things could go horribly wrong if someone was angry at me now, aside from all the various sanctions and penalties parents feel entitled to impose.

I rushed from my bedroom kitchenwards, butt naked and still dripping from the tip. I consigned for later, say, after I had survived dinner and was free to flee back to my room, the question of why Julie had seemed quite so shaken by the call to eat.