Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 143

"You're gonna use all the hot, so I figured I'd get some now."

"I locked the door.

"I know," she said. "I used my nail file."

"Fuck, what if I was-"

"I would have watched until you finished. I've always wanted to see a guy jack off.

He huffed. "Figures!"

"Don't act like you're not glad I'm here,' Becky said and grabbed his partially erect cock. "Look, you been thinking about me."

Jason looked down at the tiny hand grasping his dick. "That's not the point," he said and watched her tongue curl around the corner of her mouth. "Mom's home."

"You worry too much." Becky turned into him and sandwiched his leg between her thighs. "I'll put on my robe and say you barged in on me because was taking too long. That wouldn't be unusual."

He flexed his muscles against the pussy that was smashed on his leg and tilted her head back, then convinced himself that without pigtails his sister didn't look like Billy Joe. Then a toe curling kiss confirmed they used their lips and tongues alike. He pumped his thigh up and down on Becky's crotch. A hot spike drilled into his skin. "Are you-" His sister bit his lower lip.

"Ah, yeah, yeah, I am. Isn't it amazing how hot pee is?"

He watched Becky's face while she relieved herself. It resembled the stages of her orgasms. When the boiling fluid stopped pouring down his leg, he said, "Yes," and started kissing her again. He could only hope Billy Joe was one-third as wild as his sister.

Becky got a bar of soap and started lathering his balls and cock. He stared, trying to comprehend how good it felt. She pulled his flesh back with one hand, then the other twisted on his knob like she was revving a motorcycle. "Mmmm," she purred. "It feels good, mmm, good and ready. He was disappointed that she didn't finish him off and let him watch her face while cum squirted on her stomach. "Turn off the water, Becky said. He did and followed his sister out of the shower.

"This will work," she said and knelt down in front of the toilet.

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"Yeah, it will." His sister bent over, and her ass cheeks separated, displaying her puckered anus. He got down behind her. Becky's pussy swells appeared between her legs and parted, revealing her red inner meat. It had seemed like a big target that morning she bent over brushing her teeth, but now, compared to Darlene's fat cunt bulging between her thick thighs, it seemed too small. He wouldn't be able to fuck his sister in this position the way he plowed the redhead.

"Fuck me like a dog," Becky said. "Hard...the way you fucked Darlene,

He pulled back and clamped down on his shaft, then poked the dome between her legs. His sister's hand was on her pussy, spreading her flaps. She extended her fingers and formed a scoop to guide him in. The flesh groove was warm, but the mouth of her pussy was hot on the tip of his cock. He applied a steady pressure. Becky's fingers worked around his pancaked dome. He gasped, and Becky grunted.

"Ahhh, fuck yeah," she slurred. "Do me, do your bitch. Show me how you gave it to Darlene."

"Not so loud. We don't know where mom is."

"Just fuck me. Mom's got her ear to the door and she wants to hear you fuck me hard...make me scream."

His sister's words should have been a bucket of cold water thrown over two stuck dogs, but they made him shove into her violently. Becky's back arched like a swatted mutt. "Ah, too far, that's too far."

He eased back and moved his fist further up his shaft. Before he pushed in again, Becky shoved her ass at him. He looked down, and her tiny butt hole stared back at him. His sister's body started moving, building up speed and force while her fingers whaled on her clit. She was fucking herself harder than he would have done her. He reached under her chest and found her nipples. They were extended the width of his thumbs. He pinched and milked them out to their solid tips.

Becky's whimpers changed to moans when his hips started moving. She shoved back as he thrust forward. His sister swung her arm across the top of the tollet tank and discarded all of the iterns, then she planted her elbows on the lid and grabbed the back of her head with both hands. Her groin was smashed down on the oval front of the bowl. He forced one of his hands between

the seat and her body. The tips of his fingers reached around her pubic bone. He could feel his wet prick sliding in and out of Becky's stretched pussy. Her groin bulged against his palm each time he thrust into her. Their mother wouldn't need to have her ear on the door anymore. She wouldn't even have to be near the door to know what they were doing.

"Oh, yes, yes, big brother, oh, big brother you're fucking me so good."

"Ah, ah, you little..." He bit his tongue, and his strokes became shorter and faster. His balls weren't swinging anymore, and his cock stiffened and swelled. Becky's body undulated, meeting his short stabs and humping her crotch on the toilet. He could feel her tunnel clamping down on his bloated dick head in an orgasmic rhythm, and the last thing in the world he wanted to do was pull out of his sister.

"Ahhh, shit, shit, do it... ah, yeah, do it, do it on my ass," Becky said. "Cum on my ass."

There was a split second of sanity, and Jason yanked his body backward. His orgasm was flying through the air when his cock emerged from Becky's cunt. Her pink anal bud flexed in response to the bullseye his hot cream made. He ran his slippery, spurting cock up his sister's back. He wrapped his arms around her chest and pulled her against him, still humping her back. His dick ejected the rest of his cum between their bodies. They panted and rubbed together, smearing the creamy load on their sweat coated skin.

"Becky, oh, Becky, we can't keep this up," he said. "Not without getting caught."

"Mm, but that was so good," she said. "Wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it was," he said. "too good."

"We'll be more careful...ah, next time."

"You think so?" he asked.

"Honestly," Becky said, "I don't know. I get so, um, so...I lose it sometimes.

"Mm, me too, I guess, but let's try because I don't think mom will really be into hearing us fuck."

His sister turned her head, and he saw the same evil sparkle in her eyes that he had seen while she pissed on Paula's book bag. "You never know," she sald. "I need another shower."

"Me too."

Evan stood outside of Deana's door, staring into the empty hallway. To his right, was the basement door that his mother had appeared in last night. A few paces ahead, outside the door to his room, was the spot he would never step on again without thinking about how his mother's lips felt on his. He should go to the bathroom, find some panties, and shoot a huge load of incestuous lust into them, then face his mother, but he pivoted on a socked foot towards the living room, instead.

He paused outside Gloria's room and looked in. It was a mirror Image of Deana's room. Gloria's softball bat was lying on the floor. It made him smile. At least things with her hadn't gone past the point of no-return. Do what you gotta do, he told himself with confidence.

His moment of courage was flattened like a beetle underfoot when he turned into the kitchen. Gloria was sitting at the table, and their mother was standing behind her, looking over Gloria's shoulder. The large bay window on the opposite side of the table created a halo of morning sun around Candy. Neither of them noticed him, so he inched closer, sliding his feet on the tile. The ponytail his mother had the night before was gone. Her strawberry-blonde hair was in a bunch on top of her head. The sleeveless shirt she wore had a large, looping neckline that could have easily encompassed her shoulders. Her breasts swelled past her frame, and the threadbare, Lee jeans strained to contain her ass. She was a fuckin' hourglass. It was hard to believe she was the woman he was supposed to call, mom.

When he got close enough to touch her, his chest felt like it had been wrapped too tightly with an Ace bandage. She was aware of him but remained silent. Gloria was drawing with colored pencils. Maybe Deana was right, he thought and placed his hands on his mother's shoulders. Her muscles were guitar string tight. His fingers gently strummed. Gloria continued to draw, engrossed in her work, she was clueless about the changing atmosphere.

The chemicals that had been released the previous night, the ones that drove him insane with lust, they were already coursing through his veins. He had just felt Rebecca up while making out with his sister; now he was touching Candy's bare skin. All the years of secretly wanting her, yet not being able to pursue her, had stopped up the flow of desire like a beaver's dam.

A small leak had gone unattended for two weeks; last night there had been a storm, and now there was about to be a full breach. There wasn't enough moral fiber left in him to keep his lips off her neck.