Contest

“Giselle entered her boyfriend's cock in a contest for biggest hard-on.”

“What kind of contest?”

“A monster cock contest, the girl has to show a big hard cock then measure it to show how long and big around it is.

“What's the prize?” “

"Maybe a little Ron Jeremy like fame and I suppose the winning prick gets to fuck the girl, or maybe a blowjob.”

“Why me? Why not your own boyfriend?”

“Cause I hear rumors about you, some of the girls you’ve dicked like to talk. It sounds like you have a nice monster hiding in you pants so I thought I could enter you in the contest. Don't you want to know how you measure up?”

“I measure up just fine, no bitch has ever complained about missing out. If I win do I get to fuck you or is it just going to be a blow?"

“Don't be sick you ass, I'm you sister, I just want a few minutes of envy and the fun of having other girls ask me whose it is. I'd think you'd like the advertising, are you man enough to show it to me?”

“Get the fuck out, I don't need my sister fucking around with my stuff, I get enough, I ain't begging or desperate.”

Liz and I lived together in a small two bedroom apartment to save money. We went to the same college but had different schedules so between work and study I didn't see her much. Once in a while I would hear her entertaining a boyfriend through the thin bedroom walls but it didn't bother me because I was bringing girls home too.

Two nights after telling me about the contest my co-ed sister caught me with my pants down, literally. I had just finished a shower and was splashing a little body scent on my balls when she barged into the bathroom, her new camera phone in hand. I spun to face her, pissed off because she invaded my privacy.

“Goddamnit Liz, what the fuck are you doing, get out!”

My sister gave me her prettiest smile “I need a picture of your package, at least you can do that for me.” She blew me a silent kiss then shifted her eyes to my crotch. “Not bad little brother, or should I call you 'big' brother?”

Liz kneeled on the floor beside me “Turn around, face me.” she demanded. I was over the initial shock of her invasion but was still a little cranky so I stood still. “Come on Mack, you might have a winner here and I want to take a few shots.”

She clicked a couple of stills of my limp prick hanging like a sausage off a hook over my balls then urged me to turn for a profile from each side. She told me to spread my legs then held the camera low between them and shot up so that my hairy balls filled the picture. She stood and laid the camera against my chest pointing down so the next set of pictures was of my cock and nuts across the plateau of my flat, ripped stomach and the forest of pubic curls.

When she was done she smiled hugely, “Great stuff, don't put any pants on yet, I'll be right back.” A minute later she came back carrying a cloth sewing tape. “Measure your dick while I take pictures.”

“Goddammit Liz, I gotta get ready to go out. I can't be fucking around here.”

My older sister shot me an irritated look “It's only for a couple more pictures, hold that fucker and measure it for me.”

I held the end of the tape in my pubic hair then stretched it down to the tip of the head peeking from the foreskin. Liz clicked off a couple more takes while I eyed the measure. My flaccid cock was 7 1/8 inches from head to base. Liz took a closeup of the inch mark then uttered more to herself than me “Holy damn, does it get bigger when it's up?” She had me wrap the tape around it to get the circumference then took some pictures of my nut sack measurements. She was done. As she bounded out of the bathroom she said “I can't wait to get these into the contest, I think you have a winner!”

“Hey,” I shouted as she walked away, when she turned, “I thought it was a big boy contest, you know hard-ons; I'm not even close to full grown.”

“The first contest is limp cocks, the viewers pick the top ten to stiffen up and show. Don't worry, if you make the top ten, I'll be back.”

It was an odd way to start out my evening, having my 22 year old sister taking pictures of my soft dick but I quickly forgot about it as my date invited me to her dorm room. Liz was close to graduating but I had two years to go and was trying to fuck my way to graduation. I was seeing four girls steadily, two of them together. This night it was the hottest redhead on the planet leading me to bed. I'd found out early some girls wanted me exclusively so I avoided them, the four I was seeing had no compulsion to keep me close, they liked to fuck around as much as I did and hung with other guys when I wasn't sticking them.

As we played and wrestled our clothes off I admired the long lithe girl. She was 5'10, 3 inches shorter than me but tall enough to enjoy my erection without complaint. I found out in high school that girls under about 5'5 didn't like fucking me, they said I hurt them if I wasn't careful. Apparently my sister had heard this from some girls so she assumed I have a big cock, now she wanted to show the world. After the first hesitation to let her take pictures, I started thinking it was ok but I let my sister and her camera slip out of my mind as I slipped between the legs of the tall, exquisite redhead.

Four days later Liz found me studying in my room, a rare occurrence. “Guess what” she started, “you made number three!”

“Number three of what?”

“Number three of the ten finalists! You got edged out by a ½ inch for first place but the second is barely longer than you. Your limp dick is a bronze medalist.”

“Only bronze? The girls I fuck think it's pure gold.”

“Kiss my ass; now we have to take pictures of it up and ready. I have to get you into the next part of the contest.”

“It won't be tonight, I have a date with Carlie.”

Liz smiled wickedly, “Bring her over here, she can get you hot and stiff then I'll take the pictures.”

“Carlie isn't into that stuff, she likes her privacy, she won't even fuck me when her roommate is around.”

My sister got frustrated, “Damn it Mack, I only have two days and tomorrow I have to cram for mid-terms. Tonight is the only night I have to do this.”

“Then why do it at all? Forget it, you don't need to be in some sort of perverted underground porn contest.”

Liz stomped out of my room in an angry huff “Don't go away, I'll be back.”

I worked on a paper until heard my sister come back into my room. When I lifted my head to look at her I got the wildest fucking surprise of my life. She was dressed, or maybe undressed, in a small black lacy bra and a matching thong that wasn't much more than a patch of material that covered her hairless slit. She was wearing black stockings held to her thighs with red leather garters, a red feather boa around her neck flowed down her long body, covering her part of her breasts. Liz had put on plenty of dark eye make up and sharp red lip gloss. She stood in red leather knee high boots with three inch heels that put her eye level with me. She was carrying her camera phone in one hand and a long leather strap in the other.

The shock of seeing my sister made up like a goth dominatrix stunned me into silence. I bolted from my chair and turned to face her.

Liz crossed the room and put the end of the strap under my chin and growled “Ok, you limp dick fucker, take your motherfucking pants off or pay the price.” I must have hesitated too long because she wrapped the strap around my neck and pulled me closer to her face, I could smell her perfume, a hint of mouth wash wafted from her ruby red lips, “I said strip! Get them off before I slap the shit out of you!”

“Liz, what the hell are you doing!?”

Her eyes widened in mock anger, she jerked the strap so that my head snapped down until my face was between her tits, “I didn't tell you to talk, you dumb bastard, I said strip.” My nose was pressed against her left bra cup, the scent of perfume flooded my nostrils. I started shaking slightly, unsure of my sister and what she had on her mind. I'd never seen her do anything like this, never saw a hint of a dark side. I opened my pants and dropped them to the floor, Liz stepped on them while I lifted my feet out of the legs. She let me stand straight again and said with a large smile, “That's a good boy, you and I are going to get along just fine.” She glanced down at my groin “This won't do Mack, It has to be hard for my pictures. Get it up.”

“I can't just 'get it up' you bitch, get the fuck out of my room and get some clothes on.”

She slapped me sharply on the right cheek, “I'm not your bitch, tonight you're the bitch.” Her smile was evil, she looked around my room and spotted what she was looking for, my morning robe. “Don't go away sweetheart, I'll be right back.”

She pulled the belt off the robe then threw it at me then nodded toward my bed “Get over there and lie down.” When I looked at her questioningly she stung my butt cheek with the strap, “NOW!, Lie down on your back or I'll whack your balls with this!”

I believed her, she looked like she was ready to beat me to submission with her two inch leather belt. I got on the bed on my back then she surprised me even more by crawling over me and straddling my chest. Her body crack was mere inches from my face. “Put your hands over your head you worthless piece of shit, I'm going to make sure you can't fight me off.” When I looked up at her she saw resistance in my eyes and held the strap across my neck, pressing her hands into the bed so it tightened around my throat. “Don't resist me little brother, big sister will get what she wants.”

I relaxed back while she lashed my wrists with the sash from my robe then tied the ends of it to the head of the bed. As she bent over me working on the ties my nose was smothered by her tits. It took only a few moments before I was more or less at her mercy. I thought about kicking her off with my legs but if the truth were known, she was beginning to tweak my libido and my interest. Having my hot, sexy, demanding sister in control was beginning to cause blood to flow to my cock. Liz sat up again, her ass resting on my stomach then ripped my shirt open, the buttons flying off, making a tink sound when they hit the tile floor.

She put her hands on my bare chest and pinched my nipples then twisted them. “Isn't that better Mack, you relax, I'll do the work.” She smiled, white teeth flashing through red lips then shocked me again by leaning over and biting me on the neck. Not only did she shock me, I felt a surge of thrills race from her teeth on my neck down my nerves directly to my nuts which tingled and stirred. My prick was becoming a hard-on.

Liz slid down my body, over my cock the sat on my lower legs. She picked up her camera and starting taking pictures of me tied up and mostly naked. My cock was starting to do exactly what she wanted, it was growing longer and fatter as she photographed it. I was watching her body, how she moved, the curves, shapes and skimpy covering. I could see her nipples through the bra and her thong had pulled to on side of her pussy slit so that part of her was open for viewing. The high contrast makeup and red boa acted as a magnet which drew my eyes to her face. I'd never seen my sister made up this way and the effect was awesome.

She looked into my eyes with hers “Are you thinking about fucking me wimpy? Huh, you want to stick that weak piece of fluff in me? I want my cocks stiff, I want them hard as oak when they slip between my legs. You aren't there little boy, you have a long way to grow.” She rolled her hips so that her cunt rubbed on my leg. “Get it up, maybe we'll see what you can do with it.”

Liz lifted off me and took pictures from different angles but it wasn't growing to man sized like she wanted. She picked up her strap again and dragged it lightly across my balls. When the end of it slipped onto my leg she snapped it slightly which caused the tip of it to smack my nut sack softly.

“If you don't get a cunt pleasing erection I'm going to spank your nuts with this belt. When she hit me again it was with a little more force. It didn't hurt my balls but had the effect she wanted. My cock jerked and pumped a little fuller. She watched me grow and smiled with satisfaction “See, you want me to beat your balls” then fluttered the strap against them again.

I surprised myself with two thoughts 'Where in the hell did she learn to do this stuff' and 'I hope she doesn’t stop'.

My body was under her control and my cock was reacting exactly how she demanded. As it expanded and flooded with hot blood it was also filling with hot lust. Liz got a few snaps from one angle then turned around and sat on my chest again, this time with her ass in my face. She took pictures while I studied the thong strap which disappeared between her nether cheeks. When she was finished with that angle she lifted to her knees, legs wide spread across my chest and gave me a full view of the charms between her thighs. The narrow strap of material didn't hide anything. She bent her head down so she was looking at me, her face framed by hanging tits and thighs, her dangling hair was tickling my erection.

“You like the view little brother? Would like to fuck your sister now?”

Liz rolled off me then untied my hands. “Hold it for me, I need more pictures.”
 
I gripped my full grown stiff and pushed and pulled on it while she clicked endlessly. She pulled the measure tape from somewhere, I didn’t even know she had it, and had me measure my cock again. When she bent close to me to take a closeup of the measurement, her hair fell across my nuts again and I pulsed a gob of clear goo from the end.

Liz sat up and looked at me “That's great, do it again!”

“You do it, you want the pictures, you do what you think will get you a winner.”

My sister sat back and showed me the two pictures of the tape. “Look at that, you're build like a fucking Mack, a Mack Truck” the tape at the tip of my erection showed 9 ¾ inches. “That's even more than Ron Jeremy is supposed to be.” She bounced enthusiastically on the bed, “Now we have to measure how thick it is.”

She handed me the camera and said “You take the picture, I'll hold the tape.” Liz reached for my hard-on which was lying across my thigh and wrapped her long slender fingers around it. Her touch almost sent me into an orgasm, my cock convulsed and swelled even more while I felt my nuts stiffen. She smiled at me as she stroked it slowly “I want to blow the balls off the competition and I think this is going to do it.”

Liz held the tape on me while I took a couple of pictures. When I started to lay the camera down she shook her head “No, I want the world to know how big this is so we are going to do something else. Take more pictures.” Then once again, in an hour of intense surprises, my sister did it to me again. She dipped her head and slipped her lips over the head of my cock.

God Damn! I don't know where she learned her craft but her mouth on me was working magic. Liz sucked my cock while I wore out the clicker button, taking photos. I was building to a major blow up when she lifted off me with a huge smile, “Did you get some good ones?” I took another picture of my hard-on with bright red lipstick smears on it.

I was feeling pretty bold “You didn't let me fuck your throat.”

She slapped my leg and joked “You'd choke me to death with that horse meat, something that size takes practice.”

“Ok, I'll let you practice more. Jump on there girl.”

Liz got off the bed, picked up her camera phone “I think you’re ready for Carlie, I'll bet she's going like fucking you tonight.” With those words my sister sauntered jauntily out of my room while the single eye on my prick watched her ass swing on long legs.

The next night I tried to get my sister to talk about the contest. I didn't let on but I was willing to let her take more pictures. More than willing, especially if she would suck me again. Liz blew me off with “Not tonight, I'm studying.” It was my fate to wait.

It was another week before my sister marched into the apartment and announced happily “Your fucking hard-on is a Gold Medal winner! There were over thirty thousand votes and you got almost half.”

Her words, her declaration, caused me to flush with pride. I'd been aware since high school that my cock was larger that some other guys but now I had official validation, I'm well hung, a front runner cock. I didn't preen or brag in front of my sister but told her “Show me this contest, I want to see what you put up there.”

“Come on,” she exclaimed excitedly, “in my room.” She almost skipped down the hall to her bedroom then then turned on her laptop. I noticed the red feather boa thrown carelessly across the foot of her bed, the leather strap coiled up in a corner.

Liz and I sat side by side on her bed while she surfed quickly to the website where she put my dick. It was a site set up for women, with advice, pictures, videos and other stuff that wouldn't keep a man interested. She clicked on a button labeled “Stud Farm” and the contest popped up. I skipped reading the rules and went directly to the pictures. There were 10 sets, one for each finalist. Since I wasn't used to looking at my cock from any angle but down I didn't recognize myself. Liz pointed to the forth row of frames, “That's you, that fucking monster is what you have hanging between your legs.”

There were 10 pictures, ten large cocks. When I clicked on mine to go to the next picture all 10 changed so the viewer could see the second picture of all the different men. Who ever was looking was able to compare all of them on the screen at once. I really didn't care too much about the other nine but since they were on screen, I compared them to my own pictures. I was slightly surprised there could be such a difference in the shape and form of hard-ons. I noticed that Liz had put some good shots of my erection in the contest and apparently a lot of women thought so too.

Each picture had a little box in the bottom right corner that showed the count of votes for each frame. In 8 out of the 10 my votes were more than the others, the two that had more tallies than me were close-ups of some guy's hairless balls. My cock was a winner but the girls out there thought his shaved nuts were more appealing. The last picture in the series was the one of my erection with Liz's lipstick around the head. She didn't show any bj pics but that one had the most votes of all.

I looked at my sister's face as she beamed her delight “You put that picture on there?”

“Yeah, and it put the whole contest way over the top for you. Look at the vote number, there are 25629 women wishing that was their lip prints on your cock.”

“The shaved guy got more votes on the bag shots, does that work for girls, if the man shaves his junk?”

“I don't know about all women but a nice set of nude balls has a better time with me. I'll fuck hairy nuts but when the guy doesn't have any pubic hair, it's more of a turn on. I like it when his bare skin rubs on mine. Those were the only pictures other than yours I voted for.”

The image of a naked cock and balls deep in my sister's naked cunt slammed a dose of hormones to my own nads. My prick began the metamorphosis from wimpy to stand up.

“Shave me.” I said to her.

Liz snapped her head around and looked at me quizzically, “Really?”

“Yeah, get your gel and razor and shave my nuts for me. I'd probably cut myself and you have practice around sensitive body parts so you get to take off the fur.”

Her eyes twinkled “That'll be fun; we'll do it my way and I'll take pictures.” I was puzzled what 'my way' meant but my cock grew another couple of inches. “Go wait for me in the bathroom, I’ll be there in a few.”

I sat on the stool and waited for my sister to make her entrance. I didn't know what she planned but I was beginning to enjoy the unexpected when she was involved, I was learning things about Liz I'd never even imagined of her.

I heard her heels clicking on the floor as she came to the bathroom. I looked up at her as she made her entrance in another scanty but dominating costume. My heart started tripping hard and my cock turned to hot cement as I stared at her nipples peeking from large holes of a half cup bra. The material was flaming red which set off the creamy skin of the tits and nipples that protruded through the holes. A thin film of red see-through materiel hung from the bra down her stomach and ended just above a hip hugging garter that held red fishnet stocking to hers legs.

She wasn't wearing a thong this time, but red satin lingerie that had no crotch. I caught a glimpse of her cunt lips as she stepped toward me. She may have been even taller than me in the long black spiked heels that stretched her legs from toes to thighs. She wore a black silk cape over her shoulders Supergirl style. My voice got trapped behind a choking lump of astonishment, my chest heaved for a breath.

When I managed to tear my eyes away from my sister’s body I looked at her face. Her lids were electric blue with heavy black eyeliner and mascara. She left the red lip gloss in the tube and used a heavy blue to match her eyes. It was garish, it was over done, it was awesomely sexy.

She was carrying a white linen rope, the leather strap and her camera.

I forced myself to breathe then uttered “Holy fucking hell Liz, what the hell do you do when the doors are closed?”

She smiled genuinely and turned in a circle for me “You like it? I haven't had the nerve to wear this for a boyfriend yet.” Her ass was framed by the crotchless panties, the fishnet hose ended just an inch away from the junction of her legs. My balls were beginning to hurt.

“You're supposed to shave my nuts, not tie me up and have your way with me.”

“I'll shave your nuts alright but it will be my way. I'm going to tie you and up if you don't play with me willingly, I'll fucking whip your ass with this strap. Now stand up and get naked before I get mad and teach you just how bad 'my way' could be.” The way she said it, the look in her eyes told me she was in character now and I shouldn't fuck with her.

I stripped to my skin while she blocked the door, her imposing wide legged stance letting me know she was ready to pounce in case I wanted to escape. When I was nude Liz tossed me the linen rope which had nooses already knotted into each end. “Put those over your wrists you piece of shit, make them tight so they won't slip off!” She lashed out with the strap and slapped me on my right hip just to let me know she wasn't fucking around. My thick, full erection jerked when she hit me. She watched it bounce lightly and smiled at it in a way that sent a shiver of thrills from my swollen balls, down the almost 10 inches of my hard to the very end of it. She watched a bead of lube drip from the end to the floor.

“Now wrap the rope around the shower head.” I looked up at the pipe sticking from the top of the shower stall, it was well over my head. When Liz and I searched for a place to live one thing I insisted on was a shower that was taller than me. Now my sister was using the high spray head to tie me to. I reached up and did her bidding, looping the rope around the shower twice then turned to face her. She reached over my head to check the binding and when she did her bare nipples caressed my chest. My cock twitched again, this time against her stocking encased leg. Liz stepped back and looked at the protrusion from my loins, “This won't do, I can't shave your nuts with that in the way.”

She left me standing, tied by the wrists and vanished out of the bathroom. Moments later she was back carrying a small retractable ring with long strings attached to it. She slipped the ring over my cock, just past the pulsing the head then pulled it closed. She took the strings and wrapped them around my neck then tied the ends together. When she was done my long erection was being held up against my stomach by the contraption. My balls were open targets for her. Liz stepped back, picked up a blindfold and put it over my eyes. I couldn't see what she was doing but I could hear when she started taking pictures.

The longer I stood there the more turned on I got. My fantasies were running amok turning my sister every which way but loose while I fucked her. I had no qualms at all that she was my closest living relative, I was building a strong lust for her. I heard her put down her camera phone then felt as she reached past me to turn on the water. She twisted the knob and the coldest shower stream I'd ever experienced hit me full force on the shoulders and ran down my body. It was freezing! “You fucking cunt, warm that up!” I yelled at her.

Her response was to laugh at me, an evil, laugh, one filled with delightful malice. “You have dirty thoughts about me, don't you Mack? Well this will wash them away.” I was shivering from the torrent of cold water.

Liz took another couple of pictures then adjusted the water so that it was warm but it was too late for my cock. It had tried to shrivel and hide in the warmth of my body but the tie kept it floating above my balls which had pulled up and tired to hide too.

Liz finally got to the task of shaving my nuts. She turned me so the water was running down the crack of my ass then daubed a pile of crème on my pubic hair and balls. She took her time rubbing it in, smearing it around. Her fingers slipped and slid over my groin and ball sack gently as she did her work. I felt the razor as she started on my stomach as she took off the curls in short strokes across and down my body. The shock of the cold water was quickly wearing off as she worked on me, my limp member was trying to stiffen again but the tight ring kept it soft.

My sister cleaned my pubis of body hair then went to work between my legs by pressing on my knee, urging me to widen my stance. I was standing under the running water, tied to the shower head with my legs spread wide while Liz cradled my sack in long fingers and trimmed the hair with the other. Up to that moment I hadn't said anything but since I couldn't see I had to ask, “Did you take your whip and chain outfit off before you got in here with me?”

“What do you think you pitiful motherfucker, am I naked? Is your big sister taking a shower with you with nothing on? If that were the case I'd have water splashing off my bare breasts, running over my flat, smooth stomach in rivers that channel to the crack between my legs. I'd be clean, fresh and very tasty if that were the case. Think about it.”

“I don't think I will tell you, we don't want your weak little mind thinking about your sister that way, it's wrong. You'd be a bad boy and I would have to make you good again.” My prick throbbed. She knew exactly what I was thinking and the idea of her making me 'good' again actually pumped me up even more. I was ready. Liz gently felt my body and balls for stray hair. When she didn’t' find any she stepped out of the shower then quickly returned to me.

Again her tits were caressing my chest as she untied the string around my neck. My cock flopped down when the lift was gone then she grabbed the constricting ring and pulled it roughly off. The release of pressure allowed blood to flow freely and I grew stiff in seconds. She checked the binding on my wrists then I felt her reach between my legs. She put the leather strap between my open legs then held each end, rubbing it across my balls and ass.

“You've been bad Mack. Admit it little brother, you want to stick that huge pussy plug in my twat don't you. You want to stick it so far in me I'd be pinned to the bed. Well Mack, there is a price to pay for nasty thoughts.” She snapped the belt against my nuts. It hurt but it was a good hurt and I groaned out loud as the surprise move forced air from my lungs. I heard Liz gasp a short breath then she slapped my nuts again. I would have folded to the floor if my hands weren't tied over my head. She put her cheek against mine, her tits were pressed on my chest “You want to fuck me Mack? You want to take you own sister to bed?”

“Yes you fucking bitch, I want to fuck you until you beg me to stop. Untie me and I'll stuff you so goddamn full you'll cry for mercy!”

“Shame on you Mack, you have evil thoughts.” She wrapped the strap around my stiff cock and balls then pulled it tight. She had me in a vice like grip using her strap to squeeze my jewels. I don't know if it was pain or pleasure but I moaned again. Liz released the pressure then pulled the blinders off my eyes.

It took me a few seconds to focus on my sister. She was standing in front of me in her soaked costume, only the shoes and cape were missing. The heavy blue and black makeup was smeared and running from the water but she was goddamn sexy. Liz dropped to her knees and inspected my hairless body once more then lifted the end of my cock and started another blow job. She sucked and licked on my cock and balls forever while my lust simmered then began to boil. I wasn't going to warn her, I wanted to swallow my cum when I blew up.

It didn't happen. Liz sensed the moment and pulled off me just as I started jerking and spraying all over her face and hair. She leaned her head back and let me cum on her neck and tits while stroking me, getting all she could. When I was done convulsing she got off her knees, stepped out and turned off the camera. She had run the video recording the entire time we were in the shower. As she was wiping cum off her neck she said “That's for the next part of the contest, how much a guy can cum. She looked at the mess on the washcloth, “I think we have another winner here.”

“When does the contest start with real fucking, a cream pie shot or something?”

Liz gave me her prettiest smile “Wouldn't you like to know.” She took her wet leather strap and slapped me hard on the ass, “Come to my room bro, let's watch you get a blow job.” I looked at the bare cunt lips between her legs, she looked swollen.

She pointed to the bed “Sit” then set her phone in the dock and brought up the shower scene on the laptop monitor. As I watched, Liz stepped to the side and stripped off the wet clothing. I was torn between watching her suck my dick on screen and watching her in the bare flesh. She won, I shifted my stare to her as she toweled her hair and body. Another erection blossomed in my lap as she sat beside me on the bed.

Liz and I sat side by side as naked at the day we were born watching her control and blow me. My cock was full grown again, my big balls filling with another dose of juices as I watched her mouth open and stretch around my swollen shaft then work me up to a blow out. “You did a great fucking blow job” I told her.

“You're too big to throat fuck, that would take some work, to get something that sized past my tonsils.”

I was feeling bold again “What about straight fucking, think you can handle it?”

My sister leaned away from me, dark blue eyes studying me intensely then she smiled. She got off the bed to fiddle with her computer. When the picture of me on the bed came up on the monitor she came back. I watched on the screen when she got to her hands and knees behind me. I stopped watching, turned around, got up and over her then put my massive hard-on between her legs.