A faint, yet insistent, tapping on his bedroom door brought Vic out of
a deep sleep. Groaning, his eyes burning, he rolled over to glance at
his bedside alarm clock radio. The large, green numbers read: 3:03 AM.
The tapping continued, unceasingly, not varying in volume or the span
of time between taps.
Vic rose and flipped on the light. The tapping stopped instantly. He
unlocked his door and opened it.
Angie was standing in the hallway, clad in her fluffy sea foam
bathrobe, her dark hair draped over her shoulders in stark contrast to
the pale-green fabric, a smile firmly in place on her lips.
Vic’s stomach tightened. “No way.”
Angie slid past him and into his room. “Why not?”
“It’s three o’clock in the morning! That’s why not!”
“So? It’s not like you have to get up early for anything today.” Her
smiled grew brighter. “After this, I mean.”
“Go to bed, Angie.”
“I was in bed. I couldn’t sleep. So, I figured I’d come in here and
watch a show.”
“I was asleep!”
“Not now you’re not.” Her gaze roved over his bare torso and boxer
shorts. “And you’re nearly naked already. Just slip out of your boxers
and do it for me.”
“Not now.”
“It’s been a little more than a week since the last time, little
brother. Don’t even try and tell me you haven’t had time to recharge.”
“It’s not that.”
“I know. You’re still embarrassed to have your big sister watch you
whip your weasel. Right?”
He glared darkly at her, mumbling, “It’s humiliating.”
“Get used to it. And get naked. I’m not going back to bed until you
cum. And neither are you.”
Vic sighed, started to protest, then pulled his boxer shorts down,
kicking them away, standing naked and already half-erect before his
sister.
“That’s better,” she said. “You need porn to perform?”
“It’d help.”
She waved a hand to indicate his entire room. “You’ve got lots to
choose from. Take your pick.”
Nude, his prick wobbling before him, the motion causing it to grow
harder with each step, Vic crossed to his closet and opened the door.
Lifting the lid on a plastic storage tote, he moved a pile of sweaters
aside to reveal three side-by-side stacks of X-rated magazines.
Grabbing the top one off the center pile, he returned to his bed, lying
down atop the rumpled covers.
Angie took her place on the chair by his writing desk, spinning the
chair to face him.
Without looking at her, Vic stretched out on his side and opened the
front cover of the magazine, lightly stroking his shaft.
“No,” Angie said.
He stared at her. “No, what?”
“You were in that position the other time you masturbated for me in
here. And you were sitting up on my bed the last time, when you jerked
off in my room. How about picking a different position?”
Groaning, Vic rolled over to lie flat on his back, his long prick
standing straight up, pointed at the ceiling.
“That’s better. Thank you.”
“It’s more awkward this way,” Vic said. “It’s hard to hold the magazine
up where I can see. My arm gets tired.”
“Then cum quickly. From the looks of your swollen rod, it shouldn’t
take you long.”
Vic fell silent and flipped to the centerfold of the magazine. It was
part of a photo spread of two lesbians probing each other’s dripping
twats with glass dildos. One was a blond named Amber, who had long
hair, a neatly trimmed pubic bush, large breasts and a tattoo of a
butterfly on the small of her back. The other was a brunette named
Raven with shorter hair, a bald pussy, and even larger breasts than
Amber. Staring intently at the image, Vic stroked himself with long,
slow movements of his hand.
“Here,” Angie said. “Let me help.” The magazine was abruptly pulled
from his grip.
“What are you doing?”
“Holding it for you. You’re right. That looks really awkward.”
“Sit down, Angie. It’s bad enough I have to do this for you without you
standing right over top of me.”
“I’m standing right here until you cum. Get busy.”
Groaning, glaring up at her, Vic resumed stroking his hard dick.
Finally, realizing that he was masturbating while looking at his
sister’s face, he forced his gaze back to the centerfold and tried his
best to ignore the fact that Angie was standing less than a foot away
from him, watching him play with himself. He focused on the
scintillating image of Amber’s dripping pink snatch, parted by Raven’s
long fingers, the glass toy in Raven’s other hand slid well into the
fleshy folds of Amber’s tight body.
As his eyes roved the photograph, exploring every subtle nuance of each
woman’s body visible in the photo, Vic felt his engorged shaft grow
harder. He rubbed his fingers lightly over the swollen, satiny, purple
tip of his cock, shuddering at the sensations that his own touch sent
ripping through his flushed body.
“Hmmmm ” Angie purred. “That must’ve felt really good.”
“Yeah,” Vic muttered, glancing away from the centerfold to her face.
Angie was leaning toward him slightly as she held the magazine in the
air above him. Her dark hair had swept forward, shimmering in the
light, swaying a bit as she shifted her balance slightly. The smile
she’d worn before was gone, replaced now with a look of mingled awe and
undisguised lust, her full lips parted ever so slightly as she watched
him lie before her and masturbate openly.
Vic again forced his gaze back to the picture held above him, roving
his vision over it, imagining he could smell the musk emanating from
the pair of stimulated pussies, imagining the soft moans of pleasure
that the photographer must have heard as the two lovely women toyed
with each others’ erogenous zones and the soft squelches as they
plunged the glass dildos into each others’ wet holes.
“Oh, yes,” he muttered softly, feeling the glorious sensation that
marked the inescapable arrival of his orgasm.
“You’re close, huh?” Angie asked, leaning closer as if wanting a better
view.
“Very close,” he whispered back, glancing at her face once more.
Looking back at the centerfold, Vic really noticed Angie’s fingers as
she held the magazine. Her slender, delicate digits held the photograph
a couple of feet above him, clutching it so tightly that the her soft,
supple skin was dimpling the glossy paper. Her fingernails were long
and manicured, natural, not acrylic. She wore no rings or other
jewelry.
Stopping the motion of his hand, Vic kept his own fingers wrapped
tightly around his prick, but began to buck his hips, fucking the tube
his fingers made.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “I’m going to cum!”
“Do it! Let me see you cum!”
“Oh, Angie!” Vic’s semen spurted from his purple cock-head as he sighed
her name, dousing the magazine centerfold, running and dripping to fall
on his stomach as a second, then third jet followed. The latter two
lacked sufficient power to propel them high enough to drench the pages
of the magazine, but still rocketed from his prick to spatter on his
chest. “Fuck! Fuck, that’s good!”
Angie lifted the X-rated magazine away from him, still watching as he
writhed in pleasure. “Vic, I’m sorry. If I’d known I was holding this
where it’d get wet-”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, rolling into a sitting position,
feeling the ticking sensation as fresh cum ran down his stomach. “It’s
not the first magazine I’m gotten cum on. And that’s not one of my
favorites, anyway.” Then he really looked at her, seeing her standing
there, watching him, just as she’d watched him masturbate to orgasm
after forcing him to do so. Growing angry again he stood, not caring
about the cum dripping to the floor. “Do you realize what you’re doing
to me?” He was nearly shouting.
“Keep it down or Mom and Dad will hear.”
Seething, he made a concerted effort to lower his voice. “Angie, you
were holding that magazine there for me to look at while I came.”
“Yes.”
“But I came looking at you! My own sister! That’s sick!”
She actually moved back half a step, her nose wrinkling a little. Then
she stopped and shrugged. “So? I was standing right there. It’s not
like you couldn’t see me.”
He shook his head violently. “No! It’s not like that. I achieved one of
the best orgasms of my fucking life just now and I did it not while
looking at porn, or having fantasies about someone. I did it while
looking at my own sister as she stood there and watched me beat off!”
Angie folded the magazine closed and stared at him for a few seconds.
Then she dropped the publication on the floor and fled his room.