No Time For Caution

Dinner was cauliflower stew with pieces of salted fried tofu on top served with bread. Somehow Mom’s cooking just tasted a lot better now. The colors more vibrant, the spices more fragrant. I smiled and shoveled the food in my mouth. I needed the energy, I was a growing boy after all.

“Cliff, be careful honey. You’ll ****. What’s gotten into you lately,” Mom asked, look of usual concern plastered on her face.

Some things don’t change. If you feel swell, Mom is worried. If you feel terrible, Mom is worried. I couldn’t help but smile and proclaimed, “Nothing. It’s just beautiful today and I get to have dinner with two women I love. Can I have seconds?”

Sophia’s hair was still damp from the shower and a darker shade of sand, which she left parted over one shoulder and resting on her chest. She spoke up and said, “Cliff was watching me the whole time I was in the shower with a stupid look on his face. I think he’s lost it.”

“Nonsense, nonsense. I can’t enjoy looking at how big my older sister got? By the way… how was work today? You seem pretty tired, and uhh… sore,” I asked and dug more soup into my mouth, waiting for a response. It wasn't exactly the coolest segue question.

“Terrible. The miners are just completely braindead and lazy. You can’t do anything without showing them first,” Soph muttered.

“Now, Sophia. You know how important the miners are to this community…” Mom said.

Completely ignoring Mom’s comment cause I don’t really give a darn about the miners, I spoke up, “Sounds really rough, Sophia. Umm… I know… why don’t you let me give you a massage? You look like you had a rough day and need a good massage. For your aching muscles that is...”

Sophia put down her fork and gave me a knowing look, “Okay. What do you want?”

“What?” I asked.

“You are being way too nice to me. What do you want? You want me to drive you somewhere or get you something?” Sophia accused.

“Soph… I am shocked. A brother can’t do something nice for his hardworking sister, who’s been roughing it all day, without expecting something in return? Goodness, what is this world coming to.” I shake my head.

Sophia rolled her eyes and smiled, “Alright. But don’t expect me to return you any favors for this, squirt.”

“Okay. After dinner, I will give you my super-premium massage. No catch. Umm… by the way, mom… do you have any baby oil? I asked with nonchalance, tearing off a piece of the crusty bread and sticking it into my mouth.

I showed up in Sophia’s room half an hour after dinner. Looking around, Sophia had a rather dull room. Her desk was full of papers from the Institute. Clothes were lying everywhere, and she had a collection of old-world relics such as empty cans with the word “Coca-Cola” and “La Croix” on it. The one peculiar feminine thing she had in her room was a harp, colored like her hair.

Sophia came in with a mug of chrysanthemum tea, which she sipped and left on her table. She was wearing a long grey shirt that came to her thighs, and I assumed nothing but her nighties underneath. Sophia stretched and got out a comforter and pillow and laid it down on the carpeted floor. Before she got down in her massage position, I spoke up, “I think it’s better if you take your clothes off for this massage.”

Soph raised her eyebrows. Her modesty settings should be like my default setting, so being naked around me isn’t a problem. Still asking someone to get naked out of nowhere was still weird.

“You don’t want to get baby oil all over your clothes to do you? Plus, the direct contact will relax your muscles better,” I smiled politely.

Sophia laughed, “Geez, kid. Now you’re a licensed massage therapist? You’ve been really strange lately.”

Sophia shrugged and pulled her shirt over her head. What does it matter if I see her naked, she probably thought. She shuffled out of her panties, revealing a bush of amber and tightly closed lips beneath those. I tried covering my crotch with my hands. I was getting turned on with her stripping off her clothes. The act was so casual to her but so "erotic" to me. She placed the clothes on her bed and got on her knees on the comforter, then lay down on the pillow. With her head down, she closed her eyes, waiting for me to commence the massage.

I got on my knees beside her thighs. My artifact was in my sweatpant pocket, and I made care not to let it slip out as I bent forward and started kneading her back. She was a bit tense but slowly loosen up as my thumbs put pressure on her muscles. I then started pulling gently on her shoulders, pinching her flesh in. When it looked like she loosened up and relaxed, I reached for her ear and tugged on it.

“Sorry… I thought there was a bug there.” I said casually.

“Mmm, hmm,” Sophia said groggily.

With my left hand still kneading Soph sore muscles, my right hand pulled out the phone in my pant pocket and went to the Bluetooth device manager. I found her device and looked at my screen cautiously, poking out of my pant pocket. I had to be careful. I trusted Sophia, but no one could know about this. I wanted to see how the Pleasure Setting worked on other people.

I adjusted from the Pleasure Setting from 1 to 3, then pushed it back in my pockets. I continued kneading, this time more tenderly. I poured a bit of baby oil on her back and did circles into her tense flesh. She moaned in response.

“That feels good. Ooohh…” Soph moaned. Her back was heaving in and out as I tenderly caressed her.

My eyes wandered down to her round peach bottom. Oh, they looked pillowy and soft. In the front where she was lying, her breasts were also squished against the blankets on the carpet. I ran my hands from her shoulder plate down towards her pits. I wanted to cup those breasts in my hand. My fingers went underneath, and my index grazed at her nipples and remained planted there. Why was I so interested in her nipples and breasts? It seemed like I was doing something wrong but she didn't seem to mind at all. I flicked her nipples with my index finger and squeezed gingerly on her meaty handfuls. The soft flesh was filling out my hands as I groped them tighter.

“That feels really good, Cliff…” Sophia murmured.

I went back to my phone, my left hand still cupping Sophia’s left tits. I slid her Sexual Repression setting from 10 to 6. Then slid her pleasure setting from 4 to 7. This was no time for caution (winks at readers). I wanted her to feel the way I felt. My dick was throbbing at this point, and I looked down at her bare bottom, wanting some of it. But what did I want out of that plump butt of hers which laid before me like two cloud-shaped mountains? Maybe to poke at it? To just feel it? I wanted my dick to rub against it or be in it or goodness even rip a hole in it, as morbid as that sounds. That ass was calling for me to pound it. Pound it how exactly?

My left hand was still massaging Sophia’s remaining breasts, tweezing her nipples with my index and thumbs. Her back arched in joy with her new pleasure settings. Her nipples were hardening in my touch, now unrepressed sexual urges were disappearing.

“God. Cliff, don’t stop doing that. That feels bloody incredible,” Sophia moaned.

I slightly straddled Sophia’s mound of back flesh.

“Just getting a better position,” I grunted.

My knees were sitting on either side of Sophia’s hips while my crotch was resting against her ass. I continued to knead her back and shoulders with my hands, which she responses with more moans. I squeezed more oil down her lower back. My hands worked their way back to her hips, and I pushed against her muscles.

My main focus was my throbbing cock pressed up against her tushy. It needed to be fed. It needed relief. I let out a breath and slowly worked out of my sweatpants and undergarment. My erect shaft poked out of the top of my waistband and rested on Sophia’s naked bottom. The cock was lying in the line where her cheeks met, like a soydog between a hotdog bun. While I worked her back muscles with my thumbs working in circles, my dick rub against her meaty tushy.

“Mmm… jeez louise. How are you massaging three places at once? It feels like… oh my god,” Sophia pants, “It feels like you have three hands.”

I couldn’t focus anymore on giving her a massage. My mind was only focused on one thing, and that was between my legs. My hips started pummeling her backside, driving the cock through the crack of her buttocks. It wasn’t enough. I wanted inside of her. But how? I remember my talk with the science teacher. She showed me the thing called her vagina. If only I could get it erect though, but I was erect. I looked down and spread her buttcheeks open, revealing her to me.

Wait… was the hole up or down? Was this the hole? I should have paid more attention when Ms. Fleming was showing me hers. I guided my dick into the hole I thought was right. I observed Sophia as I shifted my hips and lay on top of her. The dark hole I entered was tight and gripped me. I felt like I was sinking into quicksand, hips first. Sophia shifted and squirmed.

“That feels… different?” Sophia said. “Are you… sticking your fingers into my butt?”

“Umm… I just need to stretch this part out… it’s good for your body,” I said, trying to keep the pleasure out my voice.

My hips plunged themselves into Sophia’s tushy, and the softness of her round bottom cushioned my loins as they planted in her.

“Ow… Geez, Cliff. That’s not…” Sophia said and opened her eyes. She turned around to glare as I lay on top of her with my dick in her back hole.

“Are you sure you're doing this, right?” Sophia asked her one eyebrow raised.

I wanted more, but she looked on the verge of stopping this charade of a massage, so I shifted my hips up, and my penis plopped out of the wrong hole it went. I remembered my hands and continue kneading her back. I pushed up her flesh with my hands, she relaxed and sighed with exasperation. Sophia turned to lay her head back down and closed her eyes as I continued my massage. All the while, my dick was rubbing against her barebutt. I shifted my hips again and found a position where my dick started rubbing her slit. My “precum” as I would call it was greasing the spot between her legs, making my penis slide easily along the line.

“Mmm… that’s the spot,” Sophia gasped. “Keep doing that.”

I complied. While my palms massaged Sophia’s back, my dick was massaging her crotch. I was rubbing against her down there. I knew if I could find the right place, I could bring her the great pleasure I felt. Right now, I was just knocking on the door. I knocked, and I knocked, rubbing against those nether lips as if I was using it like my palms or mom’s mouth. I gasped, trying to concentrate on massaging her back while my cock used her body. She panted as the Pleasure Settings amplified the feeling of bliss between her thighs and on her back. The silent room filled with the squishing sounds of my hands kneading her, my dick sliding between her thighs and our combined faint moaning.

I was feeling close, and I couldn’t take anymore. I lifted my dick over her butt, using her massive round butt like a sandwich for my dick. I gripped her two unctuous buns and seized them together to grip my cock. I thrust my hips forward, running my cock through her enclosed buttcheeks. Her backside skin was glistening with the baby oil as I used it, looking like it was wrapped in cellophane. I was close, feeling the tingly sensation that I was getting so used to by now. Dribbles of cum started seeping out of the tip of my cock onto her back. More came until it formed a line of white going down her spinal column towards her buttcrack. I panted over her, slowly digging out more and more until the last drops dripped out. I felt exhausted and collapsed on her body. I held her there, catching my breath and my awareness.

“Did you fall asleep, squirt?” Sophia asked.

“Y-yeah… a bit. I’m sorry, but I’m a bit tired. I think our massage is done… you better go wash up,” I gasped.

I rolled over and pulled my pants up. Sophia got up, the cum on her back was still dripping down. She stretched and said, “Thanks for that. You aren’t half bad.”

She walked away smiling with contentment, leaving me there lying on the ground.

Afterward, I cleaned up and went to my bedroom. I finished up some of my homework and then prepared to go to sleep. Who knew that expelling that much cum could get you so tired. I got in bed, attached my artifact to the charger, and pulled it under the covers. It was lights out, and I spent it browsing the artifact. I clicked on other things on the artifact to find more clues about sex and the old world. When I clicked on an item called Clash of Clans – it showed server not located. The same thing happened when I clicked on something called Internet Explorer – A blank screen showed up saying it was not available. There were some notes. One was a shopping list that listed Toilet Paper, Hand Sanitizer, Eggs, and Flour. Bored and feeling like I exhausted the artifact, I listened to some music for a while before I went to sleep stopping right before an artist named Marvin Gaye.