Hot Sister Problems
Looking back, I think I always had a thing for Alice. She was sweet, kind, goofy, innocent, and completely open to new experiences. In fact, she may be the least self-conscious person I have ever met. Even when we were growing up I thought she was the prettiest girl I knew, though admittedly, this admiration of her physical charms grew less innocent as we got older.
Alice and I are twins. We never had that combative rivalry that siblings often do, maybe because we needed each other more than most. We both suffer from Broken Home Syndrome. Our father left our mom when we were both 16, apparently for another woman, but in reality, it felt like he was never really there. He was distant. We didn’t know much about our dad. He and Mom had dated briefly in high school, during which time he knocked her up, and so he did the respectable thing and proposed. The two of them raised us and Dad always made sure we had food on the table and all the comforts of home. But he didn’t give us much attention. He worked long hours in construction, came home, and drank. Our dad never came to our school soccer games. He didn’t take us to the park for picnics. He didn’t even attend our high school graduations. In other words, we have daddy issues.
Living with Alice was never uneventful. I was a hormonal teenage boy living in a house with two attractive women. Our single mother busted her ass as a secretary at a large tech company during the day and came home late. Then she would put on her evening robe and wander around the house cleaning and taking care of us in a half-exhausted state.
Alice and I both turned 18 that year and graduated from high school. It was our last summer together before heading off to college. I gotta say, there were things I would miss. Like watching her slink around the house in next to nothing in the middle of the day. Or coming out of the shower in a towel that was too small for her. Or even, to my shame, taking peeks of her naked form in her room through the crack in the door that she always kept ajar. You see, Alice had no sense of shame. She was an innocent. She had shoulder-length dark brown hair that she usually kept free flowing and a delicate mousy face framed with horn-rimmed glasses, for the fashion I suppose. She was short, thin, and fragile. And she always wore pajamas whenever she could get away with it.
And this is where things get weird. I’ll be the first to tell you, I have a dirty mind. Most would never suspect it because I’m normally a pretty nice, unassuming guy. Shy, even. But when it comes to sex stuff I’m a bit of a freak.
I liked sneaking looks at my sister. Whenever I could, I’d let my eyes wander to her round little ass, packed tightly in a pair of pajama bottoms that weren’t big enough. Or at her bra-less tits, covered in a flimsy T-shirt whenever she came into the kitchen to make her morning coffee. And after she took showers, she always dressed in her room with the door ajar. Mom had to urge her numerous times to close it, but she never really remembered. Alice would drop her towel and tip-toe around her messy room looking for clean clothes to put on in all her naked glory. Her tits were decently sized for a girl so thin, with the cutest pink nipples. And her legs were slender and perfectly shaped.
I spilled an unholy amount of genetic material to thoughts of her. And I was very much ashamed. Like I said, I’m basically a nice person. And I was good *to* her, for sure. But I wasn’t exactly GOOD. I would fantasize about her in the most profane situations. There was no question I wanted her, desperately. But unfortunately, well, she WAS my sister. And that’s not all. She was also asexual.
She came out during her last year of high school after a couple of bad relationships with guys. She swore up and down to our mom that she hadn’t done anything sexual, but I suspected that wasn’t true. She made a point of telling us that sexual attraction and arousal were alien concepts to her that just didn’t compute. And she would never want another relationship. We were a little taken aback, and more than a little skeptical. But my sister was exceptionally intelligent, a bit of a teacher’s pet in fact, so I was sure she’d done extensive research into the subject. My sister was that way.
Busted
So I was jerking off one summer evening, laying in my bed, my laptop open to some fucky shit. I like the really dirty, degrading, women-getting-dominated kind of porn. The stuff that involves a lot of name-calling. I was nearing the end of a session when I heard my sister’s voice outside my door–
“Devin? Devin, are you home?”
Her sweet little voice cut through my concentration and I panicked. She didn’t wait for a reply, she never did. The door swung open and I slammed my laptop shut and threw the blankets over myself faster than I could even think about it. Turns out it wasn’t fast enough. Alice stood in the doorway and froze, blushed, and smiled at the floor self-consciously.
“Hey, sorry. What’s going on?” she asked.
“Nothing! What do you want?”
“Well,” she said, pushing her glasses up on her nose, “I was wondering if you could help me with something.”
“What’s that?”
She sighed. “Will you help me fill out some job applications? Mom’s been on my case lately about finding a summer job.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” Alice groaned in frustration. “She says she doesn’t want me ‘lying around the house all day.’ Can you believe it?”
Alice was wearing an oversized T-shirt and a pair of white panties. Her long legs crossed together as she leaned against my door. I thought I could see the faint impressions of her nipples beneath of fabric.
“Yeah, sure. Just give me a minute,” I said.
“Okay. Thanks.” She glanced at my lap, covered in sheets, and back into my eyes. “Why not just come now?”
“Give me a minute.”
“…Alright.”
Alice turned and left me alone. I threw back the covers and quickly shoved my dick back into my pants and buckled up. I was still pretty horny and the sight of her bra-less tits hadn’t helped. I told myself off harshly for being a perv.
“You deserved a normal brother and you got me instead,” I told the empty doorway, knowing she couldn’t hear me. “Fuck, those legs though…”
I strolled into her room moments later with my laptop under my arm and knocked. The door was ajar, as usual, but I did it out of habit.
“Come in!”
I pushed open the door and closed it behind me. Alice was pacing around in her room nervously, visibly agitated.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I’m just–it freaks me out a little bit. I’ve never had a job before.”
“Ah.” It was true. At 18, Alice had always been very reserved. She had friends, but they were a small group, carefully curated. And she wasn’t great with strangers. “Just try to relax. I’ll do all the filling out.”
“Thanks, Devin.” She smiled sweetly and resumed pacing around like a kitten in a cage as I sat on her bed and opened my laptop. For the next forty-five minutes or so I searched for job openings in the area and walked her through the process. And as she paced around my eyes darted between the computer screen and her, catching glimpses of her ass under the bottom of her T-shirt as it swished around. The sight of her graceful legs started to get me worked up again.
Finally, after I’d helped her complete about three job applications, I shut the laptop and congratulated her on taking the first steps.
“Looking for your first job can be stressful,” I said, trying to reassure my sister, “but once you get started you’ll do great. I know it. You’re very resourceful.”
“Thanks, Devin.” She blushed a little, pushed up her glasses again, and a curious look came over her. “Hey, Devin?”
“Yeah?”
“Why did you have an erection earlier?”
I nearly fell off the bed. It was like the wind was knocked out of me.
“I…uh, no I didn’t!” I stammered.
She laughed. Not a polite little giggle either, but a big full belly laugh. Like she really was amused. “I’m sorry, are you embarrassed?”
“I mean, yeah. How can that not be embarrassing?”
“I don’t know, I’m sorry,” she offered, and slumped down in her gaming chair across from me. We stared at each other in the dim lamplight. There was no change in her demeanor at all. It was as if we were discussing what to have for dinner.
“Sometimes I forget just how innocent you are,” I said. “Like, you really have no sense of sexual shame at all, do you?”
“Is that like, a religious thing?”
“No, but yes. But no.”
“So you were embarrassed that I saw your erection earlier, because…” She scrunched up her face, trying to think about it.
“Because you’re not really supposed to see your brother in a sexual light,” I explained.
“Huh. I don’t get why?”
I shrugged. “It’s probably a social norm built off an instinctive need to prevent incest.”
“Who said anything about incest?”
“Nobody. Just, you know, seeing my ‘thing’ in that state might give you the wrong ideas.”
She cocked her head to the side and looked like she was trying to grasp onto the concept in her mind. “Wrong ideas? What wrong ideas would seeing your erection give me?”
This was getting a little too deep. “It’s just a biological safeguard. If you hypothetically were to become aroused and want sex from it, that would be the wrong idea. Not that you ever would.”
“Okay.” She didn’t really get it. My sister was the biggest bookworm I knew, so she understood sexual reproduction on a purely physical, technical level. It was everything else that confounded her. “But you get aroused when you’re going to have sex, right?”
“I mean sure, in theory.”
“But there’s no one else here, except me and Mom.”
“Yep.”
She squinted behind her glasses. Her confusion was cute, she looked like she was trying to solve a math equation that might just save the world. “So if you weren’t about to have sex with anyone, then why were you experiencing arousal?”
I looked her square in the eyes and deliberated on whether I should lie. My eyes flicked down to her tits for a split second, taking in the outline of her nipples, and shot back up to hers. “I was…watching porn.”
“What’s that?”
I waved it off. “Oh…you don’t need to know. The point is that I was…jerking off.”
She crossed her legs in her chair and I tried my best not to stare too long at the curves of her thighs. “Jerking…what?”
“Jerking o–I was masturbating, okay?”
Her eyes lit up with sudden realization. “Ohhh! Of course, masturbating. That makes sense. I’ve read about that a little bit.”
“Yep. When a guy does it he…well, you know. Pretty much what you saw.”
“I see.” Having solved the puzzle, she sat back in her chair and spun around in it a little, which inadvertently hiked up her shirt, revealing her panties and the flat bottom of her tummy. “Just out of curiosity, what was the cause of your arousal?”
I swallowed hard. “Alice, come on, are you really sure you wanna know that?”
She stopped spinning in the chair and looked at me, uncomprehending. “I…guess? It’s just a question.”
“Well, you know. Stuff like exhibitionism and dirty talk.”
She registered neither. “What’s ‘dirty’ about talk?”
“It’s just an expression. It’s like, degrading talk. Where you call the girl a whore and stuff like that. It just makes it hotter in the moment.”
She began playing with her hair thoughtfully, blinking behind her glasses, letting the gears turn. “Huh, interesting.”
“Please don’t judge me.”
“I’m not, I swear.”
“Right.”
To my surprise, she continued down this train of thought. “What’s an example of that? I mean like, dirty talk.”
“Um…” I thought once again about changing the subject, but honestly? Shit was turning me on. Talking about sex with my sister, especially with her sitting right in front of me in her almost-nothing outfit, had my dick throbbing uncomfortably. It was working me right up again. “When I’m having sex with a girl, or imagining that I am, I like to call her stuff like ‘slut’ and ‘bitch’ and ‘you dirty whore’ and stuff like that. It turns me on. And if you find the right girl, it can turn her on too.”
“I see,” she said. “So, by saying these things, you’re increasing your state of emotional arousal and facilitating the reproductive urge.”
“…Sure.”
“And that makes the act feel better?”
“It can, yeah. Depends on what you’re into.”
“That’s really interesting,” she said and glanced over at the wall behind me. “I’ve heard mom say some of those things in her room. Like, by herself.”
I was a little taken aback by this, but equally intrigued. “You…WHAT?”
“On that wall,” she said pointing, “there’s a vent for the furnace.”
“Uh-huh.”
Alice leaned forward in her chair, her face close to mine, giving me a secret, conspiratorial smirk. “She doesn’t know, but I can hear EVERYTHING she talks about in there. It’s how I get the juicy deets on some of the guys she brings over.”
“Wow.”
Our mom was single and had no serious intentions of remarrying, but she did bring the occasional guy home. I assumed she was having sex with them just to scratch the itch, but I never heard anything. My room was down the hall. Alice’s, on the other hand, was right next to our mother’s.
“But sometimes she’s just by herself in there doing whatever,” Alice was saying. “She talks to herself A LOT. It’s really funny.” She giggled sweetly and leaned in even closer, lowering her voice. “But, but…I’ve heard her call herself ‘whore’ and ‘bitch’ and things like that sometimes too, and I never understood why. I thought she was just being mean to herself and I felt bad.”
I felt a surge of arousal and tried to play it cool, probing for more information. “Does she say anything else?”
Alice nodded, thinking carefully. “Yeah, she’ll say things like, ‘Fuck me, make me your bitch, I’m just a dirty slut and I need to get fucked,’ stuff like that. I always hear wet noises when she does it and then after a while she’ll like, call out and then it all stops.”
“Interesting.”
“Does that mean she’s ‘masturbating’ too?”
“That’s what it sounds like to me. How do you hear this stuff so clearly though?”
Alice winked, rose from her chair, and took me by the hand across the room to the wall their bedrooms shared. She pointed to the vent and encouraged me to put my ear up against it. I did. I had to stand up on my tippy toes to reach it.
“Do you hear that?” she whispered.
With my ear pressed to the vent I could indeed hear some detailed movements inside our mother’s room. It sounded like she was typing something on her computer and quietly talking to herself about dinner.
“Pizza? Macaroni? No, Devin and Alice hate macaroni…”
It WAS kind of funny. Our mom was a goofy woman, much like my sister. But my cock swelled up at the potential of hearing her in a more sexual context. I looked at my sister, who was also listening intently, and we shared a quiet laugh.
“She doesn’t hear too well these days,” Alice said. “But man can I hear her or what!”
“Wow…”
Alice went to her chair and sat back down, opening up her phone and scrolling through TikTok. I sat on the bed and thought about this exciting new intelligence. “Hey, Ally?”
“Hmm.”
“Can you let me know next time you hear her…talking like that?”
She looked up from her phone and gave me a quizzical stare. “Okay, sure, but why?”
“Just curious,” I said. “I think it might be…funny.”
I saw the beginnings of a smirk appear at the corners of her lips, almost like she understood, but not quite. “Okay, I’ll text you.”
“Thanks sis. And let me know if you hear back from any of those places we applied to tonight.” I rose and adjusted myself as discreetly as I could before heading for the door. “See ya later.”
“Just like that?” she asked, looking a little deflated. “You wanna watch some One Piece or something?”
“Nah, I gotta get to bed.” I opened up her bedroom door and stepped out into the dark hallway.
“Are you going to go masturbate?” her voice piped up behind me.
I froze in my tracks, hoping our mother hadn’t heard that, and turned around slowly. “Alice, can you keep it down please?”
“What? What did I do?” Her confused little eyes blinked behind her glasses.
“Nothing. See you tomorrow, Ally.”
“Night night.” She waved affectionately and I did her the favor of shutting the door all the way behind me, protecting her modesty. I guess I felt the need to atone for something.
Blue Ball Breakfast
I suppose you’ll be wanting me to tell you all about how I went into my sister’s room later that night and fucked her brains out, and how amazing it was, and how much she loved it. Because of course she would. I wish I could tell you that, but this is real life. My sister actually was completely asexual in every way. She isn’t anymore, but that’s a story for another day.
The next morning was uneventful. It was a Saturday and all three of us had the day off to take it easy. Mom made us bacon and pancakes in the morning and Alice gave me knowing glances across the kitchen table as she sipped at her coffee. I was pretty beat.
“Did you sleep okay?” Mom asked me, setting my plate in front of me. “You look half asleep, honeybun.”
“Devin was helping me apply for jobs last night,” Alice told her.
“Oh! Well, that’s great, sweetie.”
Alice took a large gulp of her coffee and belched loudly. “And then he went to his room to masturbate.”
I coughed, choking on a sip. Mom stared at her and then looked at me for a reaction.
“Um, she’s joking,” I said.
“What do you mean?” asked Alice, blinking. I stared at her intensely, essentially telling her to shut up with my eyes. Mom wagged a finger at me.
“Don’t give your sister a dirty mind!”
“I would never.”
The food was delicious. It always was when mom cooked, even the most simple stuff. She made sure we both had everything we needed before sitting down herself and taking a ladylike sip from her coffee cup. She was still a beautiful woman at nearly 40. Like Alice, her hair is dark and flowing and her figure is naturally petite, but she’s filled out over the years into a slightly curvier version of my sister. My eyes were glued to her chest this morning, studying the outlines of her breasts. Having just come out of the shower, she was still wearing her bathrobe to breakfast. My heart fluttered as I thought about how it wrapped around her naked body. Snippets of last night’s conversation were swimming around in my head. Images of our mother, stripped of inhibitions and finger fucking herself passionately in her bed while my sweet innocent sister listened to her, tortured me.
“You should apply at the grocery store down the road,” om was telling my sister. “I think they’re still hiring new cashiers.”
“We did,” said Alice. “Devin helped me with that yesterday.”
“Well well, what a nice brother you have.” Mom gave me an adoring smile. She reached over and rubbed my arm lovingly. “Always looking out for your sister.”
“She earns it by being herself,” I said. I looked over at Alice and she was stuffing her face with bacon in a most unladylike fashion. Her cute face was caked with food debris. I wondered sometimes how such a tiny girl could eat like such a barbarian.
“Manners, Ally!” mom exclaimed.
“M’sorry.” Alice wiped her face with her sleeve and then rubbed it on her pajama bottoms. Mom looked on in horror as my sister stuffed another handful of bacon into her mouth.
“Anyway,” said Mom, looking away, “what do you two have planned for today?”
I looked at Alice and shrugged. “Oh, you know…nothing major.”
“You should take your sister out somewhere,” Mom insisted. “I don’t want her to just lay around the house all day!”
“I don’t just ‘lay around’ mom,” Alice protested. “I read a lot of books because I’m smart like that.”
“It’s a good thing you have someone like your brother to motivate you.” Mom said, pointing her spoon at her. “Otherwise I’d start to worry, young lady.”
Alice sighed and drained down the rest of her coffee. She picked at her now empty plate. “Do we have any more bacon?”
After we polished off our plates our mom gathered up the dirty dishes and put them in the sink. Then she leaned over the table to plant a motherly kiss on my cheek. As she did so her robe fell open a little bit, and I couldn’t help but look down at the valley of her cleavage. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took and I could almost see her nipples. Her soft lips blew hot on my cheek and the sight and smell of her womanly body filled me with heat and longing. I thought I was being clever until I caught a glimpse of Alice watching me intently from across the table.
“Why are you looking at mom’s breasts like that?” she asked.
My stomach just about dropped out. Mom broke off her kiss and looked down at herself, suddenly becoming aware of her immodesty.
“Oh! Sorry about that sweetie,” she said, closing her robe and wrapping it up tightly. I shot my sister a glare and she stared back blankly, not comprehending a thing.
What Does Horny Feel Like?
That night couldn’t come fast enough. I was lying in my bed around 11 pm, scrolling mindlessly on my phone, when my sister texted me.
Alice: come to my room lol
I threw on my shorts and tip-toed down the darkened hallway, brimming with anticipation. When I got to Alice’s door, ajar as always, I tapped on it very gently and she immediately opened it and pulled me inside. Alice was dressed in a comically oversized sweater that hung limply off her tiny frame. A glint of mischief sparkled behind her glasses.
“She’s saying the dirty things,” she whispered in my ear, snickering. “Go have a listen.”
I pressed my ear against her vent and listened intently. Instantly my cock sprang up in my shorts when I heard what mom was doing. There were wet, slippery sounds, urgent and desperate, and her voice was hushed and inflamed with arousal. I heard a tone in her voice I’d never heard before. It was the sound of carnal longing. I lavished in the side of our mother we were never meant to see.
“Fuck me…use me like a slut…choke me and make me take it like a whore…”
I felt butterflies in my stomach. Arousing or not, hearing our mom talk like this was very shocking. She was always such a wholesome woman. Not inordinately conservative perhaps, but old school. A mom.
“She’s so silly,” my sister giggled. She was pressing her ear up against the vent right beside me. I could feel her body heat and the smell of her perfume radiating from her. “Isn’t mom so silly?”
“She’s horny is what she is,” I told her.
The wet smacking noises increased in intensity and our mom’s self-degrading talk rose in volume as she lost herself in the fantasy.
“Oh, fuck me, choke me, use me…you’re gonna make me cum from being used like a cheap whore…oh god baby yes…fuck me in front of everyone…show them…”
“She’s pretending to talk to somebody,” Alice breathed, “but there’s nobody in there but her.”
“That’s because she’s imagining getting fucked,” I said.
“What?”
“Sex. She’s fantasizing about having sex.”
“Ohhh…”
My hand went down to my shorts and gripped my erection instinctively. I didn’t even think about it. Ally was standing right next to me and her bare legs pressed against mine. I felt her breath hot on my neck when she whispered at me–
“So she’s…masturbating?”
“That’s what it sounds like.”
“That’s so interesting. And those wet slappy noises, those are from the natural lubrication her body is producing in her vagina. To help facilitate a penis going into her.”
“Yep.”
“But she isn’t having sex with anyone.”
“Nope.”
“She’s just creating a simulation in her head to experience the physical sensations of having sex.”
Alice squinted, trying to concentrate on the sounds coming through the vent. I could see her mind working, chewing on this intriguing new intel.
“I guess I just don’t quite understand why? Is it for practice or something?”
“Well,” I said, “sex just feels really, really good. Physically and mentally. She’s probably doing it because she’s… well, horny.”
“Interesting…” My sister cocked her head sideways like she did whenever she was turning an idea around in her head, looking at it logically, searching for holes in the reasoning. The tip of her tongue stuck out the side of her mouth and she had one eye squinted shut in concentration. “Hey, Devin?”
“Yeah?” I was rubbing my dick through my shorts continuously now, trying to catch every word of our mother’s dirty talk.
“What does horny feel like?”
“Well,” I said, thinking about it, “I guess it’s a bit like being hungry. Like the way you were this morning.”
“Hungry…”
“Yeah. You don’t just eat food to sustain yourself, right? You do it because you like the way it makes you feel. That’s why you asked for more bacon even though, let’s be honest, you didn’t NEED more bacon.”
“I could eat bacon all day!”
“I know. But you were already full… I say ‘full’ even though I don’t even get where you put it all.”
My sister nodded and pushed her glasses up her nose. “So it’s like, a physical stimulus based on an instinctive drive that you feel a natural impulse to pursue.”
“Not the sexiest way to put it, but yeah basically. It’s also a bit like scratching an itch. It feels really satisfying when you get it.”
“Huh…” She scratched her head, testing the hypothesis. “But what if–“
“Oh god fuck me!” our mother cried from the next room. I was surprised by how loud she got. Alice giggled and covered her mouth with both her hands.
“She always gets louder at the end,” she said.
“Oh, good lord…I’m gonna cum on your cock…fuck me in front of everybody… cum on my tits, force me to moan like a whore…oh god yes yes YES!”
Her cries crescendoed into an impassioned wail of carnal release. We listened intently as our mom climaxed and her voice shook, ragged with arousal, hoarse with need. I could imagine her sprawled on her bed, her legs in the air, her hands feverishly rubbing at her womanhood. And her tits, the same motherly tits we both sucked on when we were younger, were now tight and engorged with arousal. I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Alice,” I said, looking at her. “Alice, I…I think I need to go now.”
“What? You’re leaving again?” She looked crestfallen, just like she did the night before. “I was hoping you would watch some TV with me. Why do you always do this?”
“Sorry Ally, I just really need to go take care of…myself.”
She pouted, sticking out her lower lip and crossing her arms. The sudden motion knocked her glasses down on her nose and they went crooked. She quickly pushed them up again and recrossed her arms without losing her stern composure.
“Oh god…that was so good…” our mother sighed. My hand left my crotch area and I suddenly became aware that I’d been fondling myself the whole time, right in front of my clueless sister no less.
“Alice…I’m really horny.”
“From listening to mom?”
“Yeah.” I gulped and loped over to her bed where I sat down and tried to adjust my erection without being too obvious. My sister studied my face searchingly.
“So what? Is it making you want to masturbate?”
“Y-yeah… but I wasn’t going to say it outright.”
“Why not?”
“I dunno…” I caught myself checking out her legs again. I wondered what her pussy smelled like. Oh god help me, why was I like this? “I just need to cum and then I’ll be alright.”
A frustrated look fell over her delicate features. “And you have to go away to do that? I don’t believe you. I think you just don’t like hanging out with me.”
“Alice…”
She walked over to her gaming chair and sat down in it, a dark cloud hanging over her pretty little head. She kept her arms crossed and petulantly stared at the wall.
“Alice, that’s not true. Look, forget about it. I can do that later.”
She flicked her eyes over to me again, not completely trusting but cautiously receptive. “Do WHAT later? You mean masturbate?”
“Yeah.”
“Why not just do it here while you’re hanging out with me? Why do you have to go away the whole night?”
“Ally,” I sighed, “it’s complicated. I’m not really supposed to do that in front of you.”
She squinted, suspicious. “But I already know you’re going to do it.”
“I feel like I’ve explained this before.”
She sighed in exasperation and threw her arms up in the air. “Boy, you sex types really ARE complicated, huh? I mean, you talk to people who aren’t there, you simulate sex that you’re not having, and then you hide it as if I don’t know what you’re doing even though I do. Nothing you guys do makes any sense. Do you think it’ll make my head explode if I see you do it?”
She glared at me, daring me to answer the question. I said nothing and felt intense guilt for hurting my sister’s feelings. She was an angel, and I loved her dearly, but man oh man could she be naive.
“That’s it,” she decided, “you just don’t like hanging out with me because you think I’m lame.” She rose from her seat and loomed over me with her hands on her hips, mustering up all the assertiveness she had, which wasn’t much.
“I know I’m silly with my stuffed animals and my social awkwardness and my personality and the way I eat too much bacon at breakfast and forget to put my panties in the dirty clothes hamper, but I’m a smart interesting person and I’m still your sister. If you can’t even do something as simple as masturbate because you think I’m too delicate to handle grown-up information, then I dunno why you even bother pretending to like me.”
She slumped back down in her chair, having spoken her peace. A tense silence hung over the both of us. After a moment of this, I cleared my throat and leaned backward in her bed, reaching for my shorts.
“You know what? Fine,” I said. “I’ll prove you wrong.” I started pulling down my shorts, revealing the obvious outline of my erection in my underwear. “Just remember you asked for this.”
Alice’s face lit up and she clasped her hands together in victory. “So you’ll stay and hang out with me?”
I pulled my underwear down and my cock sprang out into the open air of her bedroom. “Yeah,” I said. “I’ll stay here and masturbate with you since apparently you’re so into it.”
“Aha!” Alice squealed, looking supremely satisfied with herself. “I KNEW my emotional manipulation would work on you.”
I shook my head, stroking my cock slowly. “On second thought, maybe you actually AREN’T as innocent as you look.”
She smiled and sat back down. Her eyes drifted down to my bare dick.
“Weird seeing it up close,” she said.
“Are you okay with it?”
“Well yeah. Is there a reason I wouldn’t be?”
“I guess not. Just…don’t ever tell anybody about this, okay?”
“Not even my friend Rachel?”
I stopped stroking for a second and shot her a very serious look. “No one. You absolutely cannot tell ANYONE about this EVER under any circumstances. Not Rachel, not your other friends, and ESPECIALLY not Mom.”
“Okay, jeez.”
She spun around in her chair and faced her computer, switching on the monitor. “We’re gonna watch One Piece, okay?”
“Whatever.”
“Or do you want to play Minecraft instead?”
“Ally, it’s whatever you wanna do. It’s your room.”
“Your lack of imagination concerns me, dearest Devin.”
I quietly watched the back of her head and shoulders while I jerked off and she casually pulled up her account. The situation was surreal, to say the least. Spying on Mom was one thing, and I was definitely a sick bastard for that, but this was an altogether different ballpark. Here I was masturbating with my sister right in front of me like nothing was happening. Our family was so frickin weird for real.
I closed my eyes and tried to think about the way our mother’s tits looked in her robe that morning, so soft and womanly. I tried to replay some of the things she said in her room. I pictured the outline of her ass. These mental images were arousing, and I was still insanely horny, but it wasn’t quite enough to get me there. What I needed was right in front of me.
I opened my eyes again and looked at my sister in her chair. She was focused on the screen in front of her. Apparently, she’d opted to play Minecraft. I couldn’t see much with her back to me, but I could make out her legs and her stocking feet dangling over the chair. She was so small her feet didn’t even reach the floor. I felt an electric shock of sexual energy rip through me.
“Fuck…” I breathed.
Alice swiveled around in her chair. “What?”
“Nothing. It just feels really good.”
“Oh.” She glanced at my cock. “Why do you cuss when you’re feeling something good? That’s not how cussing usually works.”
“I dunno, I suppose it’s a bit like dirty talk. Amps up the intensity of it.”
“Huh. So your penis is feeling really good right now?”
“Yeah, it is.”
She nodded. “Mom really made you horny, huh?”
“Yeah, she did.”
“And now you want to have sex.”
“Well, right now I just wanna masturbate.”
She leaned forward a little and peered down at my balls, studying them. “Are you experiencing any tightness in your testicles? I’ve read about that happening during instances of sexual stimulation because your semen is building up inside of them.”
“Yeah…I mean yeah, they are kind of tight.”
“That’s so cool.”
“Fuck, holy shit…” I threw my head back and then looked at her again. She had her eyes focused on my motions. After a second or two of staring at her, she grew self-conscious and made eye contact, smirked sheepishly, and looked away.
“You get all funny when you’re horny,” she said. “It’s like you’re drunk or something.”
“I guess it is a bit like that.”
“Why do you like looking at me like that? Are you aroused by my appearance?”
Well, there it was. She acknowledged it. “Alice, listen… I really don’t know how to answer that question.”
She rolled her eyes. “Again with the endless neurosis. ‘Yes’ or ‘no’ would be the only possible responses.”
“Then yes. Looking at you is making me horny.”
“Because I’m a girl?”
“Yeah, and because you’re attractive, and because you’re you. What else can I say?”
“I dunno,” she laughed, cocking an eyebrow, “I’m not you, silly! How am I supposed to know what else you can say?”
Another moment passed of Alice staring at my hand on my dick as I furiously masturbated in her bed. My hormones were on fire. I drank up the sight of her bare legs and the shapes her breasts made in her sweater. I could see a hint of cleavage and it drove me wild.
“Fuck, Ally…”
“What are you thinking about right now?”
“I’m not really thinking, I’m kind of just looking.”
“Interesting.”
“Is this too much for you?”
“I already said it was fine.”
I could feel my cum rising up in my balls, begging to be released. My heart was racing and I felt more turned on than I ever had been in my life.
“I’m thinking about when Mom called herself all those dirty names,” I said.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Like when she called herself a horny bitch and stuff like that.”
“Yeah? Would it help you if I said some stuff?”
I proceeded carefully. “You mean, you? Talking dirty?”
She shrugged. “If it helps. She’s all done masturbating now so there’s no active verbal stimulation going on.”
I groaned, panting out a response. “Do you even know how? I don’t think I’ve heard you cuss twice in your life.”
“Well, sure! Don’t I just say stuff like, ‘fuck me, fuck my horny pussy…force me to take your cock, daddy.’ Stuff like that?”
“Oh Jesus Alice, oh my god…”
She giggled. “Is that a yes?”
“I can’t believe you said that.”
“I’m just repeating what I’ve heard Mom say in her room.”
Alice seemed to delight in the control she had over me. As the dominant figure in our sibling dynamic, it was unusual for my sister to be the one holding all the cards. But I was so fucking horny at that moment I couldn’t help but let her have it.
“You like hearing mom masturbate and call herself a whore, don’t you?”
“Oh yes, Alice, I do…”
“You wish you were listening to her getting fucked right now, don’t you?”
“Oh my god, yes.”
“You wish you were in there right now making her call herself all those things and having sex in front of everybody, is that right? You want to suck on her tits and cum all over them, like she says?”
“Jesus Alice, if you keep talking to me like that I’m gonna cum.”
She giggled and clapped her hands together. Her tits bounced in her sweater with the motion she made.
“Make her take your cock like a whore, Devin. Shoot your stuff into her and get her pregnant right in front of me. You love it. You love looking at your sister and making yourself have an orgasm, don’t you? You love looking at me and imagining sex with me. Makes your dick feel good.”
“Alice…” I hissed, looking her dead in the eyes. They sparkled cutely in her glasses.
“Alice, oh my god, I’m about to cum now. Watch me. Watch it come out.”
“Oh yeah?” She leaned forward even further and stared intensely at my penis. “Are you about to?”
“Yeah.” I threw my head back again and groaned loudly. At this point I didn’t even care if our mom heard something, it could be explained away somehow. After all, who would believe this? “Ally, oh my god you fucking slut, you’re gonna make me cum. Oh my fucking god Ally…”
She giggled sweetly, rubbing her hands together. “Yep, that’s what I am alright. Just a dirty slut. Come on, show me all of your stuff. I wanna see it come out of you.”
“FUCK–Alice, fuck, oh my god it feels so fucking good Alice…I wanna suck on your tits so bad. I wanna make you take all of my cum. I wanna knock you up and slap you and make you take it you fucking sexy bitch…”
My cum welled up inside me even as my ears burned with shame. The post-nut clarity on this one was going to be insane. But I didn’t care. All I could feel was this immense and overwhelming pleasure.
“OH GOD, ALICE…”
I erupted. There was so much cum I couldn’t even control where it landed. I sprayed my stomach and chest with rope after rope of hot fluid, burning with deviant desire for my sister. Some of it actually splattered onto her sheets.
“EEP!” she squealed in surprise. I don’t think she anticipated just how much there would be. “Oh wow, that’s a lot.”
“Ally…”
The last drops of cum came drizzling out of me until at last I lay there, covered in it, panting from exhaustion right in front of my precious sister. I loved her so much and she made me feel so good.
“That was really quite something,” she commented. “Hey–did you get your stuff on my sheets?”
I looked around and was horrified to see that I had spilled some of it on her bed. Shame washed over me. “Oh my god, Alice, I didn’t mean to I’m sorry.”
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” she said, waving it off. “But you have to clean my sheets now before I go to bed. I don’t wanna get all sticky.”
She swung back around in her chair and loaded up a new game. “And now we can play Minecraft!”
I lay helpless, wondering if I should try to get up. I was worried I’d make an even bigger mess if I did. “Alice, can you maybe get me some tissues?”
She turned around, looked down at my cum splattered stomach and chest, and snorted out a laugh. “Oh yeah, sorry. I shoulda thought of that.”
“It’s okay, only if you want to.”
“How else am I gonna stop you making more of a mess?”
She hopped up off the chair and disappeared into the hallway. A moment later she returned with a whole roll of toilet paper in her hand.
“I don’t know how much you need,” she explained. “It looks very sticky.”
“It is.”
She giggled playfully as she offered the toilet roll to me. I reached for it, she jerked her hand away, offered it again, and finally let me grab it. She watched intently while I wiped the puddles of cum from my skin.
“I bet that felt really good,” she said.
“It did. It felt amazing.”
“Glad you like me after all.”
She leaned forward and gave me a quick, chaste little peck on the tip of my nose before jumping back in her chair.
“Now come on! Let’s play!”
I sat up and tossed the cum drenched evidence of my debauchery into the waste basket she kept by her bed. I sighed deeply, thinking about my life choices. Looking at her, she seemed totally unfazed by the whole situation. I wondered if maybe I’d gone too far with the dirty talk. We would have to have a conversation about it later.
“What are you waiting for, horny boy?” she piped up. “Come on.”
I shrugged and thought to myself, well, I guess this is reality now. May as well embrace it.
I pulled up a pillow to sit on and joined her at the computer.
