“I vote Jasmine. She had the sweetest story,” said Ariel.
“Pussy,” said Cindy. “But alright,” she sighed. “Jasmine, you’re her boss for the night. Don’t go light on her.”
Jasmine made a show of pondering. Finally she asked, “Did you all notice Eric today.” Cindy and Bell shared a conspiratorial glance and nodded.
“Huh?” asked Ariel.
“Well, he’s fine,” said Cindy.
“And you should have seen how he stared at the pool,” added Bell.
“What? He didn’t look at any of you. I watched for it.”
“Right,” said Jasmine. “But when you turned around to walked away from him, he watched your ass carefully.”
“No,” Ariel said, scandalized. “That can’t be true.” But her friends nodded and giggled.
“He totally couldn’t take his eyes off your ass,” confirmed Jasmine.
“Why are you bring this up, Jazzie?”
“I think we have someone with a bad case of virginity and someone downstairs who can cure that for her,” answered Jasmine. Ariel put her hand over her mouth.
“What are you saying?” asked Ariel.
“I’m saying, as your boss, I order you to go downstairs and seduce your brother.”
“Oh, harsh,” said Cindy, “I wasn’t expecting that from you, Jasmine. Honestly, that might be a little too tough on her.”
“I agree,” exclaimed Ariel.
“Well,” said Bell, pursed her lips thoughtfully, “after that, Ariel will have
to keep our secrets.”
“What? I can’t believe you guys. How drunk are you?” Ariel looked down at her own glass. It was almost full. She took two loud gulps.
“Oh, come on, you can’t be that shocked,” said Cindy. “You’ve had to notice him checking you out before. And he’s fine
, so don’t tell me you haven’t done the same.”
Ariel sputtered. Then she slumped in defeat. “It’s mostly the twins who check me out, actually. Sometimes I think Dad is doing it. But I can’t be sure if he just mistakes me for Mom. I’ve never caught Eric peeking.” She looked to her friends. “Anyway, looking is one thing. I don’t think he’d do anything.”
“He’s a guy,” said Bell. “Show him your pussy and he’ll do anything you ask him to do.”
Ariel tried another track. “Please, Jasmine, I’ll do anything else. Please don’t make me do that. I could get in real trouble.”
“So, wait,” said Jasmine. “Your big problem here is getting in trouble?” Ariel nodded. “So how long have you wanted to fuck your brother?”
Again Jasmine sputtered, turning bright red. “I never said I wanted to fuck
“Look at her blushing,” needled Cindy. “You want to fu - uck Er- ic .”
“Tell us,” said Jasmine. Leaning forward she made a motion as if adjusting imaginary glasses. She spoke with a terrible German accent, “How long have you had these feelings for your brother?”
That broke the mood. Everybody laughed. Ariel relaxed.
“I’ve never really thought about Eric. But…”
“Go on,” said Jasmine, again with a bad accent.
“Well, I caught Mom and Dad doing it in the den a few weeks ago. They didn’t hear me come in. I was early because…”
“Because Will was early?”
“Yeah,” she continued, “So I heard odd sounds coming from the den and I peeked in, you know, from the shadows. Mom was on her hands and knees and Dad was plowing, ah, her.”
“Go on,” Jasmine said again in fake German. Cindy snickered.
Ariel considered her friends. They’d shared intimate details of their lives tonight. The most intimate. But somehow she didn’t think it would be fair to her parents to share their secrets. An image of her father pulling his cock out her mother’s ass and spraying cum all over her back flashed through her mind’s eye.
“He’s really hung,” she said with a small voice.
“Go on,” said Jasmine, now with a salacious grin.
“Well, I kind of watched them then snuck upstairs and played with myself.” She blushed again.
“While fantasizing about your dad’s large cock?”
“More like, about being Mom . It’s not as dirty if I just imagine I’m Mom.”
“That. Makes sense,” said Cindy. “Wow.”
“Vhat else do you imagine doing as your mudder ?” asked Jasmine, getting carried away with the accent.
Ariel blushed beet red.
“Oh, there’s more,” said Cindy. “Spill it.”
“I’m not telling you all my fantasies,” said Ariel. She bit her lower lip, “but I will say one involves all my brothers, my cousin and Dad.”
“Yeah, whatever,” said Jasmine, dropping her accent. She rolled her eyes. “Make them real. Go downstairs, fuck your brother. Make believe anything you want. But pop that cherry. Bell’s right, we need some dirt on you to even things out. And your twisted fantasy life isn’t going to be enough.”
Bell and Cindy nodded agreement. Ariel couldn’t believe they all wanted her to do this. A new uneasy thought occurred to her. ”Wait a second,” she said. “How do I know you all aren’t just lying about your stories in a twisted ploy to get me to do something sick and, well, twisted?”
Cindy and Jasmine were shocked. Bell just smirked and reached for her purse, pulling out a small flat silver box, the kind for carrying business cards. Inside were several slim black cards. Bell offered one to Ariel. The card contained no words, only an 800 number embossed in dark gray.
“Make a call,” said Bell.
Ariel pulled her cell off the side table and dialed. Cindy and Jasmine looked on in obvious curiosity. Ariel had trouble reading the gray number off the black card but she got it eventually. While she angled the card in the light to see the number better, she noticed the card was constructed from something that looked like metal but felt like rubber or leather. It was slightly stiffer than a paper card would be. It felt expensive, classy.
The other end picked up after one ring. “Lilith,” said a pleasant young professional female voice. Hmm, wasn’t Jasmine’s dad dating a girl with the same name?
Ariel waited for more but the person on the other end said nothing. Awkward. “Um, can I speak to Bell please.”
“I don’t know anyone by that name. You must have a wrong number.” The call ended.
“When you’re given a card you’re also given a verbal passcode. First layer security,” said Bell.
Ariel glanced meaningfully at Jasmine. Bell nodded imperceptibly confirming Ariel’s speculation. Jasmine’s father was dating “Lilith,” interesting. Now she had more on Bell than just her story.
“Who answered?” asked Jasmine.
“Just a girl.” Ariel didn’t want Jasmine asking too many questions or seeing the number. She handed the card back to Bell and deleted the call off her phone. “Nevermind. What about you guys?” Ariel asked.
Cindy pulled out her phone and flipped to a picture of Matt and Jeff looking at the camera with shocked expressions. They were holding each other’s arms as if just breaking off a hug .
“Okay, that doesn’t prove anything. They could just be scared or something.”
Cindy flipped through a few more then turned the phone back to her friends. It showed Cindy, in her cheerleading gear, on her knees blowing Matt outside what looked like the school vocational building. “That’s not a selfie. Jeff took the picture.” She swiped to the next nearly identical shot. This time her mouth was full of Jeff’s cock. “Are you satisfied?” she asked.
“All I see is you being a slut. Where is the pic of them going at it?” asked Ariel belligerently. “That’s really hot, by the way,” she added more gently.
“They don’t let me take pics of them doing it. You’ll just have to take my word for it.”
“I believe her. And I have thorough photographic evidence for my story,” said Jasmine. She pulled an SD card out of her purse. “I need a laptop with a reader in it.”
Ariel took out her MacBook. A minute later the girls were looking at a shot of Jasmine from overhead as she lay supine on a red towel, one arm covering her face and the other hand stuffed in her white bikini. Her dark brown nipples stood up like eraserheads and she was biting her lower lip, clearly near or in the midst of an orgasm.
“Wow,” her three friends said together.
Ariel could see Jasmine’s excitement. Her nipples were poking through her night shirt. Jasmine opened a pic from another folder. In this one she looked up at the a cock in front of her, eyes dilated, the hardwood floor below her out of focus. She flipped through a series of shots of the cock exploding while range of expressions including surprise, delight and a smug smile crossed her face. The girls watched in rapt attention as Aaron splattered cum all over Jasmine’s cheeks, nose and chin. One shot landed in her hair.
“Wow,” they said again. Jasmine squirmed, pushing a hand between her legs. She took the laptop back.
“You guys can see more,” she said, “after Ariel comes back.”
Ariel slumped in defeat. “I can’t believe you all are making me do this.” She got up to leave, feeling a bit dizzy.
As she neared the door, Jasmine yelled, “Wait!” Ariel turned in relief. Maybe she wouldn’t have to do this. “Wear something sexier than sweats and a T,” she said. “That’s an order.”
Crestfallen, Ariel slouched over to the closet, looking dejectedly for something ‘sexy’. The redhead grabbed something, hiding it from her friends and went into the bathroom. She came out a few minutes later feeling better about herself.
“What do you think?” she asked her friends.
She’d pulled her damp hair into a ponytail, accented her eyes and lips with mascara and red lipstick and then discarded her comfy night clothes in favor of dark green silk ‘kimono’ with a tiny white and red cherry blossom pattern. She’d borrowed it from her mother and never given it back. The kimono didn’t cover much. The lapels separated down the center to reveal the pale cleavage and the material stopped at the tops of her creamy thighs.
“Wow,” said Jasmine. “Let’s see what’s underneath the robe.”
Ariel blushed, pulled the tie and opened the robe for her friends to see. They whistled. “Oh, he’ll like that. You shouldn’t have any trouble once he sees what you’re hiding in there.” Ariel folded the robe closed and re-tied the belt.
“Okay, good luck,” said Jasmine.
“You guys stay up here,” said Ariel. Suddenly shy and serious. “I don’t want you watching.”
They nodded and Ariel left the room.
Despite herself Ariel’s nipples hardened under the kimono and her pussy flushed wet with need. Her body clearly wanted this, but she had no idea how to approach Eric about it. She walked down the stairs turning over several scenarios in her mind.
“Maybe I can blame it on the vodka,” she said to no one.
She figured it out by the time she got downstairs.
Eric slouched on the couch in the darkened den, binge watching Breaking Bad on the big screen while he made a cursory check on Facebook on the laptop. He didn’t hear Ariel pad barefoot down the stairs, across the living room to the den door. Sensing someone watching him he looked away from the two phosphorescent screens, squinting to see who was there.
“Ariel?” he said to the shadow in the doorway.
“Yeah, got a sec ?”
On the big screen, Walt and Jesse were mixing blue meth in a mesmerizing montage.
“Just a sec ?”
“A minute then, maybe more. I need your help with something.”
“Shit,” he sighed. Abruptly, Eric reached for the remote and paused the show. “Can’t one of your friends help you?” He looked at the screen longingly, in case it wasn’t clear what he’d rather be doing.
“Not really,” she said. Ariel walked into the light.
Eric couldn’t believe how hot she looked. In the dark he could only make out her form as it reflected the light of the two screens. To cover his surprise he sat up, pushing the laptop so it covered his groin. Careful to look only in her eyes, avoiding the cleavage and the long long shapely legs, Eric asked, “Er, okay, so what is it?”
Ariel walked around the coffee table and sat down in front of Eric on the edge of the table so they were nearly knee to knee. She was so close he could smell lemonade on her breath. Silhouetted by the TV in the background, it was difficult to see Ariel’s expression. This was odd behavior for her. She usually didn’t invade his personal space.
“I need to ask a big favor,” she said.
Eric rolled his eyes. She was buttering him up. Given her outfit he had a suspicion what this was about. “I am not letting Will -- is that his name? -- come over,” he said.
Ariel laughed dismissively. “Huh, if I could get him to take care of it, I wouldn’t be asking you for a favor.”
Eric shrugged. “Are you here to complain about your boyfriend, 'cause, I have a show to watch.”
“No. It’s a big favor and you have to promise not to laugh or be mad when I ask it.”
“Okay, now you got me curious,” he said.
She said nothing. Eric could tell she was biting her lower lip, thinking something through. What was this about?
“I’m a virgin,” she began.
“Oh, Christ. Is this a sex talk thing? Why can’t one of your …”
Ariel slapped his knee, hard. “Let me finish. This is hard enough as it is.”
“Okay, sorry.” Just then the screen saver on the TV kicked in, plunging the room into darkness. He reached for the light on the side of the couch.
“No, leave it,” said Ariel. “His name is Will by the way. My boyfriend. I was thinking about letting him be the first but not anymore.”
“Oh, yeah?” Eric’s eyes were adjusting to the dark. He could make her out silhouette against the darker background.
“Yeah,” she made a sound of exasperation, “he’s terrible, you know, in bed.”
“Umm, but I thought you were…”
“A virgin? I am. Mostly because every time we get close to doing it Will blows his wad. In his pants. Or on my hands. Or...”
“God. Please stop. I get it.” Eric felt bad for Will then remembered the guy was after his little sister. “So you want me to help you with Will? I’m confused.”
“No, the more I think about it the more I realize I want my first time to be special and with someone who I can expect to be around to talk about it when I’m older. Will is not that guy.”
“Oh,” Eric felt relief for some reason. “I think that’s a good decision.” He looked at her expectantly. “So what do you need from me?”
She sighed. “I need. No, I want, you to be my first.”
Eric’s mouth hung open. His eyes bugged. He leaned back in the couch clutching the laptop closer, pushing it down on his hardening cock. Fuck what was wrong with him. Neither sibling spoke for a moment. Eric could see Ariel nervously biting her lip and wringing her hands over her lap.
Unable to come to grips with the reality of this situation, Eric said, “So… Cindy put you up to this?” He looked into the living room. “They’re back there in the dark waiting to make fun of me if I do or say something stupid?” He was getting angry.
“No,” Ariel said. “I’m dead serious. I think you’ll do it right and you’ll make it special.”
“Ha, right. Cindy, Jasmine, er .. Bell. You can come out now.” No one said peep from the living room.
Ariel put her hand on Eric’s knee. “They’re upstairs surfing porn and drinking, Eric.” She shook his knee. “They won’t bother us, I guarantee it.”
“Have you lost your mind?”
Exasperated, Ariel quickly pulled on her robe’s belt and spread it open, flashing her astonished brother. For the second time, Eric’s mouth dropped open. Ariel wore nothing under the robe he could tell, even in the dark. But just to make sure he reached over and turned on the lamp beside the couch. Ariel kept the robe open with white knuckles as she squinted in the glaring light.
Eric lowered his gaze from her beautiful face, down her graceful neck, to take in the sight she offered. Her breasts were small, probably B-cups, but exquisitely shaped with quarter sized pink areolas topped with hardened nipples. His gaze trailed down her flat stomach, lingering a moment on her navel before descending to her lap. Her closed legs demurely hid her pussy from his eyes. As he watched, she opened her legs wide and pulled her arms akimbo. Ariel was shaved bare and Eric could see she was as pretty and graceful between her legs as everywhere else.
“Will doesn’t deserve you.”
Ariel smiled at the compliment. She had him. “Jasmine said you checked my ass out today. So, did you?”
Eric nodded and smiled sheepishly.
“Well. What do you want to check out tonight?”
“Yeah…” he said, looking around Ariel, out to the living room, “I still don’t believe your friends aren’t going to leap out and make asses of us all.”
Ariel threw up her arms. “What do you want? They’re not out there.”
“Close the door.” She shrugged off the kimono and did as Eric asked, closing the double doors, flipping the flimsy lock and sitting back down in front of him. Eric tried not to look eager. Apparently her friends weren’t out there. He had to think for a moment, did he really want this? His cock said yes. His brain on the other hand…
“I just can’t…”
“Please, Eric?” she pleaded.
“I’m still having a hard time believing you.” He shrugged.
“Bell says if you show a guy your pussy he’ll do anything for you. I guess she’s wrong.” She reached forward and caressed Eric’s cheek . Her breasts were inches away from his mouth. “Please, do this. I’ve been practicing with toys but I really would like to do it with a real boy. And you’re perfect.”
He groaned and shook his head.
“I’ll do anything you want,” she pleaded softly.
Eric cleared his throat. “Fuck it.”
“That’s the idea,” she said.
“Stand up and turn around,” he said. She smiled, stood and twirled. As nice as her breasts were, her ass was spectacular. “Move your legs apart and backup.” Again she did as instructed. He’d tried to imagine what she’d like like bent over earlier today at the pool. His cock twitched. “Bend over.” She complied and now he could see everything. He spent a moment staring at her pussy peeking out from the curved gap between her smooth toned legs and her oh-so round ass cheeks. Cheeks that just begged to be groped.
Eric could hear no sounds through the door. It seemed this wasn’t a game. But just to be sure, he whispered, “Now… play with yourself.”
Upside down, Ariel peeked around her leg at Eric. Supporting herself with one hand on the coffee table, she reached with the other between her legs to gently massage her labia and clit. Eric watched until her breathing took on a labored, steady rhythm.
“Christ,” he said. Ariel moaned quietly and continued rubbing her pussy. Eric could see her fingers were wet. Tentatively he ran his hand along the contour of her ass, across the slope between her ass and thigh and then on down her thigh to her knee. Using both hands he reversed direction from knee to ass . With both hands on her ass, he squeezed and kneaded her cheeks. He pulled the cheeks apart. “Even your little asshole is cute.”
Ariel let out another moan. This was too much for Eric. He leaned forward to lick her pussy from behind. Her fingers got in the way so he sucked her juices off them until finally she pulled her hand away. Eric wedged in to lick and suck on her clit and labia.
Ariel moaned. “Oh, god. I’m coming, Eric.” She used both hands on the table to support herself as orgasm rocked through her, coming all over his face. She pushed back into his thrusting tongue until it was too much for her. She pulled away, turning to sit on the coffee table so she could see Eric.
“Okay, what next?”
“Yeah,” she said.
“Christ, Ariel. Are you sure you want to do this? It could really screw things up.” Guilt and worry returned despite his raging hardon .
“I’m not sure,” she said. “But I want to, right now. And having my first time with you will be more special than it will with some guy I see for a while then dump.” She’d given it some thought.
“Okay, so what do we do now?” He shrugged.
“I’m the virgin, silly. You’re supposed to be the expert.”
“I’m on the pill.” Eric was surprised. Mischievously, she added, “But you could pull out and cum on my tits if you don’t trust me.”
“You sure you’re a virgin?”
“I said virgin, not rube. Hello?”
“You seem to know your way around your pussy.”
“Well it's all I ever play with, so…” she shrugged.
“No kissing, okay?”
“Agreed. Now what do you want me to do?” she asked with confidence Eric guessed she didn’t feel.
Eric stood up. He pointed. Ariel fumbled with the zipper for a second then finally just yanked his shorts down without unzipping them. He winced at the alarming feeling but she didn’t hurt anything. Not wearing underwear, his cock popped out, almost hitting his little sister in the face.
She smiled and grabbed it. “Oh, good,” she said, “you’re big, too.” She opened her mouth and guided the head with her right hand. It was Eric’s turn to moan as she sucked, bobbing her head back and forth while looking up at him.
“What do you mean, ‘too’?” he asked.
“You said ‘I’m big, too.’ Who else’s cock have you seen?”
She pulled off. “Dad’s.” She sucked him back in again for a few strokes then pulled off and added, “I caught Mom and him fucking down here a while ago. He pulled out of her and I saw it. Huge.” Smiling happily up at him as if this was all normal, Ariel took his cock back in her mouth.
She seemed to be enjoying herself. In fact she seemed completely at ease. “You've done this before.”
“Hmm... Umm .”
“No? Well you’re amazing at it. And you seem comfortable.”
“Thank you. And I practice a lot,” she said. At least that’s what it sounded like. The word was garbled around his cock.
She pulled off. “With toys.” She gave him an exasperated look. “Now, do you want me to continue or to speak? I swear, you’re like a dentist, filling my mouth and then asking questions.”
Eric laughed and pushed her head onto his cock. Ariel switched between sucking, licking and bobbing to keep him from the edge. She took him deeper and deeper with each bob .
“Okay, I don’t want to cum in your mouth. Are you ready?”
“To be a wo-man ,” he sang, making a goofy face. She smiled in appreciation, suddenly at ease.
“Um, sure, how do you want me?”
“How did you imagine it?”
“On my back, over there.” She pointed to the space between the TV and the coffee table.
Eric nodded. Ariel stepped over the coffee table into the middle of the room and turned around. She got on her knees as if ready to take his cock again. Eric nodded again. Ariel sat back and then lay on the hardwood floor looking up at her brother. Eric stepped out of his shorts and over the coffee table.
“You know, this isn’t exactly romantic.” He pulled off his shirt. ”Don’t you want your first time to be, romantic and all lovey dovey?”
Ariel spread her legs and pulled up her knees. She reached between them to caress herself. “Did you?”
“No, I wanted it to be hot and with a hot girl and as soon as possible. And then I wanted it to happen again.”
“So why do you think I would want different?”
“I’m a girl? And girls don’t want it as bad as guys?” To drive the point home Ariel moaned wantonly and closed her eyes, two fingers fingers pistoning in and out quickly. “I’ve wanted to have sex for a while. But guys at school are gossipy like little girls. And Will, who I think would keep quiet, is a dud.”
“So you’re not going to fall in love with me, or cry when it’s over or something stupid?”
“No, Bruv. I love you. And your cock tastes delicious. But I know exactly what is going on here. Now fuck me. Please.”
Eric had to laugh. “Fair enough.”
He got on his knees between her legs. Ariel moved her hands out of the way. She looked vulnerable to him, but serious . He leaned forward supporting himself on one arm as he guided his cock to her innocent pussy. The head touched her labia and he rubbed it up and down a few times.
Faces a foot apart, the siblings spent a quiet moment just staring into each other’s eyes. Then Ariel stuck out her tongue, making a childish face. Eric laughed, lost balance, and fell on and into his sister.
“Ah,” they both said. Eric managed to prop himself back up.
In answer, Ariel wrapped her strong legs around his hips trying to pull him in. Taking the hint, Eric pushed the rest of the way into his sister. She let out a wanton moan.
“God, finally. Thank you, Eric.”
“Now fuck your little sister,” she said. “Fill me up with your cum.”
Eric goaned and obliged. He tried to distract himself from the tight feeling of her pussy. She squeezed him just right, making his whole cock feel sensitive.
“You have an amazing pussy. Keep that up and I’ll fill you right up. Seriously, I’m like three thrusts from busting here.”
“Wait,” she said. She reached between them with one. Her hand was on her clit rubbing it furiously. “Okay, fuck me. Cum in me. Hurry.”
It didn’t take long. Eric was fucking his sister and she was loving it. She started moaning and breathing harder. Just at climax. The thought threw him over the edge. He thrust erratically as his own orgasm hit.
“Oh,” was all he could manage as he spewed white sperm into his sister’s grasping womb. As he finished Ariel closed her eyes and let out a cry, finally reaching orgasm herself. He tried to maintain the same pace as she thrust herself onto him, frigging her clit and moaning.
“Wow,” she said as Eric rolled off to the left. They lay next to each other, panting. “Thank you, I needed that.”
“Mmm,” he agreed. “Well, that answers a few questions,” he said.
“Like?” she waited.
“Like, do you know about Mom and Dad? For instance.”
“What about them?”
“You caught them fucking down here. Didn’t that seem odd to you?”
“Not in their bed. But here where they can get caught. We think, at the very least they’re exhibitionists.”
“The twins and I,” he said, indicating Mark and Jeremy.
“Oh. Exhibitionists. I guess that makes sense. But what do you mean, at the very least?”
“I think they’re swingers or into something kinky.” He had other misgiving but refused to share them. “You know how they’re always having overnights like tonight, yeah?”
“Yeah,” she said with wonder. “Mom and Dad are totally fucking around.” She propped herself up and her side to look at Eric. “You’ve caught them too, then?”
“MmHmm , the twins too. Sometimes I wonder if they want us to.”
“Ha,” she said, “next time you catch them, walk in and put your cock in Mom’s face as Dad’s fucking her ass. See what they do.”
“Ariel!” Eric was mortified.
“Oh, please.” She slapped his arm playfully. "I bet the first time you caught them you watched then went to your room and whacked off thinking about fucking Mom.”
Eric blushed. She had him cold.
Ariel slid down between his legs and took his soft cock in her hand. She looked up at him. “What’s your fantasy?”
“Christ,” he said as she took him in her warm mouth. “Uhm, one time I caught them going at it in the pool. Dad had Mom on the steps bent over onto the concrete. He was fucking her in the ass and calling her names. Whore and slut, you know?”
“She was loving it. Begging him to fuck her ‘whore ass.’ It was unbelievable. Before he came, he pulled out and she turned round. He came all over her face. She loved that too.”
Eric’s cock was rock hard now. He looked down, she had the whole length in her throat. “That was my fantasy, but I have a new one.”
“Yeah,” she said, smiling after coming up for air. “You want to cum on my face?” She took him back in her mouth and pushed herself all the way onto him. She worked her throat and tongue muscles around his cock.
“Yes,” he groaned. “None of my girlfriends ever seem to want to do it. That feels amazing, by the way. You sure you’re new at this?”
“Gah,” she did something that felt even better. “I gotta ask. What kind of toys have you been practicing with, exactly?”
She pulled up and sat back. Then she crawled forward and mounted him cowgirl style with a moan, grinding herself into him. She held her hands about two feet apart. “A big double sided dildo,” she said. “I can get about a foot in. Took me months. Christ, your cock feels good in me. Better than any toy.”
Eric laughed. “That answers the other question.”
“The twins and I wondered if you were as big a slut as Mom is. I’m voting yes, on that one.”
“See, I fuck one guy and suddenly I’m a slut.” Ariel crossed her arms pouting. But she didn’t stop grinding herself on his cock.
“I don’t mean that in a bad way,” he said. “I came back from school and you were all grown up. We sat around down here, discussing you one night. I asked them when you’d bloomed,” Ariel blushed with delight, hearing his words. “They said about a year ago. Jeremy called you a SILF.”
“Like Mom’s a MILF and you’re…”
“Oh, more like sister you did fuck.” Eric could see the calculation. “...wait, they want to fuck me, too?” she asked. Astonishment and delight played across her face.
“Aaaand, you’re a big fat slut. I rest my case.”
“I am not
fat.” She laughed.
“Laughing feels amazing on my cock,” he said.
Ariel put a hand on her clit, rubbing it as she looked down at her brother and ground herself on his cock. Her breathing quickly escalated as she neared climax.
“Say it, Sis.”
She looked down at him, suddenly serious. “I’m a slut.” Saying it set her off, she cried out in climax, riding him. “I’m a slut like Mom.” Ariel bucked gently on Eric, but gripped him hard with her pussy. She came hard again. She stopped grinding, coming down from her orgasm, clearly pleased with herself.
“So have you played out your fantasy with your girlfriend?”
“Ah, no. How would that go? ‘Hey, Angie can you call me Son, and let me fuck you in the ass?’ I don’t think that would go over too well.”
“Omit the ‘Son’ bit,” Ariel suggested.
Eric looked dejected. “No, that wouldn’t fly.”
“Have you asked?”
“No.” He tried not to mope. “I don’t think she wants anything of mine up her ass. Or all over her face for that matter.”
“You’d be surprised what a girl would be up for. We’re pervy , too.” Ariel shrugged. “Although, that’s not that pervy .”
“It’s pervy enough. Trust me, it wouldn’t go well for me,” he insisted.
“Try it. Ask me.”
“Ask me. What’s the worst that could happen?” He felt her squeeze his cock, reminding him of her current position.
“Erm, Ariel. Um, I’d… I’d like to fuck your ass.”
“No. I mean do it differently. Ask nicely. Compliments and rainbows. And ask, don’t tell me what you’d like to do, okay.” She crossed her arms. “Now ask like I am her.”
Eric looked off into the distance over Ariel’s shoulder. “Angie, I’d… er … How do you feel about anal sex?”
“Oh, I’ve never really thought about it,” said Ariel coyly and in falsetto.
“She does not sound like that.”
“Did she say no?” He shook his head, no. “Then shut up and see where it goes.”
“Well, what do you think about it now, Angie.”
“I don’t know, it sounds painful.”
“We can take it slow.”
“I don’t know. I’m not sure I’d enjoy it.”
“Well, Angie. Um. You have an ass that begs for it. Every time I see it, I get excited thinking doing bad things to you. I would enjoy it. Maybe you would too.” Eric’s cock flexed inside Ariel. His words excited him.
“Well, maybe. How would it happen?”
“You’d be on your hands and knees and I’d… um… get behind you and push in slowly. I’d be real careful.”
With a groan, Ariel got off Eric’s cock. She crawled onto her hands and knees next to him with her delicious ass pointing at his face. Dropping out of falsetto, Ariel said, “Okay, you can fuck my ass. I trust you.”
Eric couldn’t believe it. “Really?”
“Yes, hurry before your cock dries off.” She wiggled her ass at him suggestively.
Wasting no time, Eric got up and behind Ariel. One hand on his cock, the other on her hip, he positioned his cock at her back door and hesitated.
“Come on Eric, fuck Mommy’s ass,” said Ariel, again in falsetto.
pervy . Besides, you wanted to fuck Mom. I look enough like her from behind you’d never know. So go for it.”
“Okay, ‘Mom’, you ready for it.”
Ariel turned back to look away from him. He couldn’t see her face and from behind. She did, in fact, look a lot like Sharon. “Oh, yes. Please fuck Mommy’s virgin ass, Son.” She snickered just a bit.
“Now that’s just confusing,” said Eric. “Mom’s ass is hardly virginal. It’s had a mile of cock in it.”
Ariel giggled more and pushed back. Eric thrust forward slowly, entering his sister’s tight hot hole. He sighed. Ariel grunted. After the initial resistance, Eric easily slipped in up to the hilt.
“Wait,” she said. “I… Mommy needs a second.” While he was waiting Eric ran both hands up and down Ariel’s bubble butt. After a bit she said, “Okay.”
“You really do have an amazing ass,” he said as he pulled out and pushed back in. Ariel moaned. The feeling was interesting to Eric. Different from a vagina or a mouth. More like a ring gripping and moving up and down his shaft. Honestly, he was surprised Ariel seemed to be enjoying instead of writhing in pain.
Eric began a steady rhythm and after a few thrusts Ariel leaned further down into a full genuflect. Ass in the air, face and tits on the hardwood floor. With one hand she reached between her legs for her clit. “More. Faster,” she said.
Eric grabbed her hips with both hands and began pounding his sister. Ariel moaned, her breathing accelerated. Eric recognized the signs of Ariel’s impending orgasm. She was really close. He maintained his pace and soon sent the young redheaded slut over the top.
“Oh, god. Eric. I’m coming. Are you close?”
“Soon,” he said.
“Ask me,” this time in falsetto.
Pounding his sister distracted him, but he did his best to figure out what she was asking for. Finally it dawned on him. “Can I come on your face?”
“Yes, oh god, yes, fuck my ass. Cum on my face.” Ariel went nuts. Her hand dropped away from her clit as she came down from an earth shattering orgasm.
“Eric, I can’t take much more. Are you close.”
He wasn’t. Anal was hot, but vaginal felt better. He considered pulling out and pushing into her pussy. Before he could do it, she pushed him off and turned around. He groaned in disappointment. Now face to face Ariel pointed up and patted him on the flank. Taking the signal he stood. Cock in front of her, she opened her mouth and enveloped the tip.
“Oh, you dirty slut,” he said. Ariel said nothing. With a gleam in her eyes, she began taking as much of his slicked cock into her mouth. Eric could only moan as she bottomed out then pulled off.
“Mmmm , strawberries.”
“Your cock tastes like strawberries. Its the lube I use.”
“When did you…?”
“Before I came down. I wanted to be thorough. Plus I have my own fantasy,” she said. Then she took him back in her mouth.
She bobbed up and down on his shaft and he felt the final stirrings of orgasm. “I’m close,” he said.
“Km un mm fss ,” she said with a mouth full of cock. He obliged her, pulling out and grabbing his cock, he pumped it at her face. Ariel smiled up at him and closed her eyes, squinting.
“Don’t squint!” It was all he could say before he let go. She managed to relax her face until the first shot hit her in the nose. She pulled back and squinted in reaction. Instinctively Eric grabbed the top of her head with his free hand and pulled her in as he pumped volley after volley of cum onto Ariel’s face. She tried to pull away but he forced her to stay close. Somehow the struggle made it hotter for Eric.
Once he was finished, Eric shoved his cock back in Ariel’s mouth. She sucked the last bit of cum out of him without hesitation. “Good slut.”
“Christ, Eric,” she said as she finished cleaning him.
He felt a bit guilty suddenly. “Sorry about that, Sis.”
“It’s okay. It was just weird feeling .”
“You flinched back,” he said. “I guess that was
your first time.”
She opened her eyes tentatively. When the cum didn’t drip into them, she glared up at Eric. “Of course it was my first time. I told you.”
“Well, sorry for grabbing you, but I wanted it to happen and you were pulling back.”
“I was my first time doing that too. I just lashed out.”
“Jesus, stop apologizing. It’s okay.”
“Rubber toys don’t spew cum, do they?” Ariel shook her head slowly.
“How do I look?” she asked.
Eric examined his fiery sibling. “You’ve got cum in your hair, there’s some on your right tit and it's all over your face. You look like Mom does after Dad’s used her,” he concluded.
“I guess that’s a compliment.” Ariel smiled. “Thanks for the thorough deflowering.” She stood, picking up her Kimono. Reaching up on tip toes, she kissed Eric on the cheek.
“You really should ask Angie to do things, you’ll both have more fun,” she said.
Eric stood dumbfounded, dick in hand watching Ariel leave the den. Guilt and shame overwhelmed him the moment her tight naked ass disappeared around the corner. The gravity of what he’d just done slammed into him like a hammer blow. A moment later he heard muffled shrieks and giggles from her three friends. She’d walked up to her friends without cleaning up the evidence.
“Shit,” he said to no one.
Ariel saw her friends off before ten the following morning. They’d all slept in late and she’d fed them cereal in a rush before shooing them out. Bell had ‘work’ to do, Cindy had practice and Jasmine wanted quality time with her father. Ariel couldn’t stop thinking about Eric.
Ariel stood in the kitchen listening for Eric as their cars pulled away. Complete silence descended on the house. He was no where to be seen either.
Ariel wandered around in her oversized night T-shirt looking for him. She found him in the den again. Ariel looked around the room… the scene of the crime. She smiled as her eyes traced the path she’d taken during each step of last night’s seduction and consummation.
Eric sat on the couch looking dejected.
Eric looked up. “I can’t believe what I did to you last night.”
“You did to me?” asked Ariel. “I asked you to do it and I enjoyed it.”
“But it’s so wrong.”
“It felt great to me. Felt right.” She patted her ass. “A little sore this morning though.” She smiled at him winningly.
“Did I hurt you?” Eric looked horrified.
“No. No. God.” She walked around the coffee table and sat next to Eric, putting a hand on his knee. “It was just my first time and you’re not small, is all.” She smiled sheepishly. “It’s a good soreness. Like a workout.”
Eric looked less relieved than she’d like. “Look, relax, everything will be fine. You didn’t break me. I’m not going to tell Mom and Dad what we did. Okay.”
“But your friends know.”
“Them?” she scoffed. “Don’t worry about them. They have secrets too, you know. More to the point, I know them.”
“I called you a slut.”
“I was acting pretty slutty and I loved it. Just like Mom, I guess.” She rubbed his thigh. He didn’t seem to notice. In fact he looked on the verge of tears. She had to do something.
Ariel quickly pulled off her oversized T-shirt. She wore panties but no bar. Eric couldn’t help but stare. Good.
“Guilt is a poison, Eric.” She tugged on his belt, pulling it to her. “But I think I can suck it out of you.” She smiled as she crouched down and unbuckled him.
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