My bitch cheerleader sister stormed into my room while I was in my bed, on my laptop watching, ironically, cheerleader porn, and jerking off. “Oh shit, wrong room.”

I gasped, dick in hand, completely humiliated to be caught jerking off, “Get out!”

“Oh shit,” she laughed, clearly quite drunk but realizing what I was doing. After a pause, she added, looking at my fully erect dick, and smiling, “Nice package you’ve been hiding, little brother.”

I am only three minutes younger than her. Although we are twins we are complete opposites.

She got the looks, I got the brains.

She’s a bitch, I’m a nice guy.

I repeated my demand, as I hid my raging hard on, behind my computer “Get out.”

“Oh, I’ve seen many dicks before,” she quipped.

“I imagine tonight alone that is true,” I shot back.

“What ya watching?” she asked, moving closer to me. “Anime porn?”

“Just leave,” I demanded, still mortified to be caught in such a compromising position.

She grabbed my computer, staring at what I was watching, which was a cheerleader getting triple teamed. “Oh, does my little brother have a woody for my cheerleader teammates?”

I stammered, “P-p-please leave.”

“Who is it? Kara? Sophia? Emily? Caroline?” She listed off.

The truth it was none of those, but rather Janice, although truth be told I had stroked off to every one of them at some point.

I suppose being the least athletic guy there is, and with absolutely no chance to ever score a cheerleader, I would tragically be in love with all of them.

Although they were all stuck up, pretentious bitches, except for Janice, I crushed after all of them. You always want what you can’t have….

“Leave,” I pleaded.

“Or was it your big sister?” she questioned, as she put the computer on the edge of the bed, suddenly shifting to an oddly sexy pout.

I was speechless.

I remained speechless as she moved right next to me and asked, “Does my baby brother fantasize about his big sister when he jerks off?”

“N-n-no,” I stammered, which was true, yet my awkward reaction made it look like I do.

“I think you do,” she purred, moving her hand to her skirt and pulling it up to show me her red panty-clad crotch. “Want to see big sister’s pussy?”

In a couple of seconds, my legs stiffened and my cum rocketed out, as I groaned, “Oh, fuck.”

“You really are pathetic,” she laughed.

“Get out,” I demanded.

“Gladly, perv,” she laughed, sauntering out.

As I lay in my own cum, humiliated in ways I had never imagined, I couldn’t get Samantha’s pussy lips, which I could see clearly through her thin panties, out of my head.

I cleaned myself up and went to bed hating my sister even more than I usually did, mortified by the humiliation I had experienced.

Next afternoon, I was playing Clash of Clans on my iPad while simultaneously watching Dr. Who when princess bitch staggered awake.

I cringed at what she may say. But to my surprise she asked, not mentioning last night at all, “Can you fix my phone?”

“What happened to it?” I asked, looking at her. Other than hungover, she didn’t look smug or anything, maybe forgetting about last night in her drunken stupor.

“I don’t remember,” she said, “I don’t even remember how I got home.”

“You don’t remember anything else when you got home?” I asked.

“No,” she said, “I really need to stop drinking gin.”

“That’s good advice,” I nodded, a huge relief she didn’t remember last night at all. “I’ll take a look at it,” I said, taking her phone, “but I’ll need your password.”

“Brad,” she answered.

“Very creative,” I quipped, Brad being her boyfriend’s name.

“Thanks,” she said, oblivious to my sarcasm, before heading into the kitchen for breakfast…at lunchtime.

I took her phone upstairs to my room, plugged it into my computer to see if it was simply dead.

I had to play with it for a bit, but long story short, it had simply frozen.

Curious, and thinking I likely had time, I decided to snoop. I quickly downloaded all her photos, hoping to find some sexy shots of her many hot friends.

As I did, I decided to read her most recent texts, for amusement. But, what I read shocked me to the core.

Her last few texts were after she caught me in the act and were to Sophia and were about me… my dick precisely.

I began reading from when it began to be about me.

Samantha: You won’t believe what just happened!!!

Sophie: What? Did Brad ‘accidentally’ fuck your ass again?

‘Wow, sis takes it up the ass,’ I thought to myself, my cock getting stiff immediately.

Samantha: No, LOL. Plus, truth be told, I kind of liked it.

Sophie: Slut!

Samantha: Says the slut who got a bukkake last weekend.

Sophie: Hey, cum is supposedly good for avoiding zits.

The idea of Sophie’s face coated with cum was incredibly hot.

Samantha: Then you should have a perfect complexion.

Sophie: And I do! So what is the big news then?

Samantha: I walked in on Eddie stroking to cheerleader porn.

Sophie: That is not a surprise.

Samantha: His dick is like 9 inches.

Sophie: fuck off

Samantha: I’m serious, if he wasn’t my brother I would have straddled that big dick and gone for a ride.

I couldn’t believe what I was reading… my sister was talking about fucking me.

Sophie: 9 inches, that seems almost too big

Samantha: only one way to find out, LOL

Sophie: that’s true. I may have to bang your brother.

Samantha: slut

Sophie: ass whore

Samantha: cum bucket

Sophie: shit, now I need a cock

Samantha: me too

Sophie: you have one in the room right beside you LOL

Samantha: you’re sick

Sophie: u know it

Samantha: oh crap, I should never have gin….I got to go.

Thus ended the surreal, cock hardening, text conversation.

After having her flash her pussy at me, and now this, I began to think of my sister in a very non-sisterly sort of way.

I quickly downloaded all her text messages and then took her phone back to her.

I said, as she finished eating some toast, “All fixed.”

“Thanks,” she replied, not looking up and not asking what was wrong. She was just used to having things taken care of when they went astray…oh the life of the beautiful.

I shook my head at her, but, of course, she was oblivious to my contempt of her.

I returned to my room to snoop through her pictures.

The majority were selfies, another reminder of how vain she is, although some included some of her other hot friends.

There were some of her and her fellow cheerleaders at a recent competition and then some from the hotel that night with them in even less clothing that got me incredibly erect again.

Then I noticed a file called homework. I immediately got suspicious, she would never have such a file… she didn’t do homework.

I clicked on the file and almost instantly came in my pants. There were over a 100 photos of my sister and a couple of her cheerleading friends naked and in some very compromising positions.

I took my time going through each photo. The first few were each cheerleader topless where I analyzed each girl’s breasts individually.

It was amazing how different each girl’s breasts were.

Kara’s were incredibly large, which isn’t surprising as she is the only chunky girl on the team, with big areola and yet oddly small, although erect nipples. Being the only black girl on the team, her black skin seemed rather exotic to me. I wanted to cup those big jugs with my hands, curious how heavy they would be.

Janice, on the other hand, the one cheerleader who was remotely nice, had small firm tits. Her nipples were huge and stiff and seemed to call out for attention. Although Kara was smiling and posing sexily for her picture, Janice seemed nervous and uncomfortable.

Sophia had really small tits, yet with a large areola region that showcased her small nipples and I wondered, being the geek that I was, the actual weight of her breasts in comparison to Kara’s massive ones.

And then I saw my sister’s breasts.

And then I stared at my sister’s breasts.

And then I drooled over my sister’s breasts.

They were perfect.

Not too big.

Not too small.

They were a perfect handful.

Being the geek I am, I had researched online the perfect breasts and hers fit the concept completely. The whole 45% breast tissue above the nipple line and 55% below… the perfect natural shape… something implants can never do.

Her nipples seemed to be ripe berries ready to be plucked with a perfect circular areola to showcase it.

My cock was dying for attention. Recalling last night, I moved to lock my door… I wasn’t going to have a rerun of last night’s ‘caught in the act’.

Returning to my laptop, I slowly flipped through a few more breast pics of the four of them cupping them playfully before things got even more interesting.

There were pictures of Janice sucking each of the other three’s nipples. Each one its own piece of art.

Janice’s pure white skin against Kara’s chocolate black skin was a jarring contrast. A beautiful contrast of black against white. I flipped through a few more pictures of Janice pleasuring Kara’s breasts and noticed that Janice’s face didn’t show the same embarrassment as she did when she was getting photographed with her breasts… no, her eyes were glazed over as if she was in utter awe of the beauty of the black breasts she was pleasing.

There were a couple of pictures of Janice kissing Sophia’s small breasts, the smug smile on Sophia’s face and her hands on the back of Janice’s head. In each of these, Janice had her eyes closed… which made her look so cute and vulnerable.

Then Janice was cupping my sister’s perfect tits. Seemingly looking at them in the same awestruck way that I had a few pictures earlier. Her eyes were big as she extended her tongue to my sister’s stiff nipple. A couple more pictures of Janice pleasuring my sister’s tits had my cock ready to burst.

I fished out my dick to liberate it from my tight jeans.

Yet, I didn’t stroke it as I continued to flip through more pictures.

The next ones were of each girl’s pussy. The first was Janice’s. Her look of insecurity returned as she spread her legs and looked down, not making eye contact with the camera.

Yet, Janice’s pussy was beautiful. I had stared at lots of internet pictures of pussies, but somehow it was like I was seeing one for the first time. I stared at it like it was an art exhibit. She had a light bush of red hair, apparently she was a natural redhead, which seemed to give shade to her long, asymmetrical pussy lips that stuck out just past her labia. Her clit was hidden by her hood begging to be pleased… for someone to open it up and find her clit.

Unfortunately, there was only one pussy picture of Janice before I saw one of Kara. Her pink pussy, such a contrast with her dark skin, was like a gift from God… a beauty only HE could create. She had no hair on her pussy, but a small triangle above her hooded clit. Her puffy pussy lips looked already stimulated and a slight gleam showed on them. Two more pictures of her cunt, with her fingers spreading her pussy open wide, drew me in. I imagined burying my face in her pink inviting opening.

I wanted to stroke my cock, but continued to refuse as I wanted to see all the pictures.

Next were half a dozen pictures of Sophia’s pussy, which I flipped through rather quickly, partly because I found it less appealing for some reason (she was very hairy, which hid her pussy and her labia was quite plump which seemed out of place in her tiny body), and because, truthfully, I wanted to see my sister’s cunt.

Can a pussy be perfect?

Maybe it was her tits, which were still firmly in view.

Maybe it was her confident smile. Her long blonde hair or blue eyes, all put together to create the perfect package.

Either way, her completely shaved cunt, not a hair anywhere, stared at me as if beckoning me in… as if saying, ‘This is what you can never have’. Her cunt was lush. Her clit was exposed, but not prominently, as if playing peek-a-boo. Her outer lips were pretty plump, as if she was already excited, and I imagined, forgetting she was my sister, burying my cock in her tempting perfection.

I was now slowly stroking my cock, knowing there was no way I was going to last through all the pictures when there was a crash at my door.

“Fuck, Eddie, why the hell would you lock the door,” Samantha cursed.

I quickly put my cock away, closed my laptop as I said, “To get some privacy.”

“Open up,” she demanded.

I was curious what she wanted as there would be no way for her to know that I had downloaded her photos.

I opened the door and asked annoyed, “What?”

“What were you doing?” she asked, in her usual condescending tone.

“Writing my memoirs,” I sarcastically quipped.

“Whatever,” she said, waving her hand to make it clear she didn’t really care. She then asked, “Did I come in here last night?”

“No,” I lied.

“You sure?” she asked, as she had obviously read the texts she wrote last night.

“Yes,” I said, “Unless you came in here after I was asleep. I wasn’t feeling great last night and was in bed before midnight.”

“Oh, okay,” she said, looking both confused and relieved.

“Why?” I asked, deciding to have some fun with this.

“Oh, nothing,” she shrugged.

“Okay,” I shrugged back. “Is there anything else?”

She looked down at my crotch area ever so quickly, not something I would usually notice if I didn’t know what I already knew, before turning around and walking away.

I shook my head, closed my door, locked it and smiled… an idea suddenly popping into my head.

I could blackmail my sister to make her be nicer to me, maybe do my chores, maybe set me up with Janice… the only cheerleader who may go out with me… the rest all being bitches.

I returned to the photos curious what else they took pictures of, realizing what I had seen so far was just the tip of the iceberg.

The next dozen pictures were all of Janice again with her head buried between each of the three girl’s legs. The pictures didn’t get close enough to see any of the girl’s cunts or Janice’s tongue. I imagined she was licking away. Some were close-ups of Janice’s head between their legs (the couple shots of Janice between Kara’s again looking incredibly cool). Some showed the girl’s lips pursed or moaning, only confirming my original deduction Janice was lapping away.

I read enough lesbian stories to know Janice was either blackmailed or was submissive… or likely a mixture of both.

There was then a close-up picture of Janice’s face glistening with wetness. I wondered had she gotten all three off. I wondered if this was the first time this happened. I wondered if Janice was a lesbian.

I fished my still stiff cock out of my pants again and continued going through pictures.

The next one was of my sister with a strap-on cock. She was holding her cock with one hand while her other hand was on her hip posing.

I was curious who she planned to use it on.

The next picture had all three girls on the floor, on all fours with their asses up. Kara was in the middle of the two white girls. The contrast was amazing both in black vs white and big butt vs not. Kara’s ass was wide and looked like something you could grab onto and really go to town with… as if her body was made for pleasure. Sophia, on the other hand, whom I always thought was skinny, looked like you could break her if you fucked her too hard… I realized immediately that I’d rather fuck her face than her cunt. Lastly, Janice. Not too big or small, not fat or skinny, was enticing… an example of what simple beauty is, not the fake generic anorexic look showcased by today’s models.

I pondered whom I would fuck if given the chance. Oh, I would definitely date Janice if the option was there, but in regards to fucking and losing my virginity… well that wasn’t as black and white (pun intended). I stared at their asses like I was at the Louvre trying to decide which my favourite was: the La Grande Odalisque painting or the Sleeping Hermaphrodites sculpture; as well as my biggest disappointment, the Akhenaten which didn’t live up to my expectations. (yes, I went to France on my grade 11 travel tour). I couldn’t pick a favorite, each painting, each sculpture being so symbolic and distinct on its own, defining a time in history. I couldn’t choose between two completely different women, although I compared Sophia to the Akhenaten, a little disappointing when seen up close. Yet, Kara was the Sleeping Hermaphrodites (looking so enticing) and Janice the La Grande Odalisque (looking so innocent and yet sensuous) and I wanted to revel at and in both.

I flipped through a few more pictures which were poorly taken as my sister obviously took them as she moved behind and fucked each one. I wanted to see their faces, their eyes, their lips. I wanted to hear their moans and whimpers. Did they talk dirty? Did they beg for more? Did they moan or scream?

So many unanswered questions, pictures unfortunately not really able to speak a thousand words.

There was a picture of Janice with the strap-on in her mouth, taken by Sophia as Kara’s black feet were in the picture.

Again, Janice’s look was one of reluctant submission, like she was forced to do this, or she couldn’t stand up for herself.

It made me wonder.

Janice wasn’t a cheerleader in her freshman, sophomore or junior years, actually being in debate club and the world UN. Yet, in her senior year she came back dressing sexier in short skirts or dresses, wearing make-up and hanging out with the cheerleaders. She also quit the so-called nerd clubs… clubs I was in.

It made me wonder what led to the transformation.

This wasn’t a Disney channel movie starring a pre-slutty Miley Cyrus.

A couple more pictures of Janice sucking a plastic cock, one with it completely in her mouth, her eyes wide and what looked like a tear forming in her eye.

I couldn’t tell for sure. It sure didn’t seem like she was enjoying this.

The next few pictures only blurred the lines more as Janice was on a bed now with both Kara and Sophie. Her breasts were sucked, her pussy fingered. One even had Kara’s black finger in Janice’s ass. I was confident Janice was blackmailed or forced to be their sex-toy.

The next couple of pictures had Janice still on her back, Sophia straddling her face. That was followed by a picture of Kara straddling her face. I wondered if each were having multiple orgasms or if they put each other in compromising position after compromising position.

I realized there hadn’t been any pictures of Samantha for a while.

I flipped through a couple more of Kara cupping her tits as she seemingly got off on Janice’s face and tongue, before there was more of my sister.

This time she was on the edge of the bed, legs spread open, and pointing down to her shaved pussy. She looked so hot I slowly stroked my cock.

The next one had Kara kissing one of her feet, while Janice kissed the other.

The next one had Kara between her legs while Janice sucked on her tits.The next one was a close up of Sophia sucking on her tits, taken by Samantha.

A few more close-ups were taken including an amazing one of Kara’s black face, her pink tongue lapping between Samantha’s white legs and pink pussy.

And that was all of the ones from that night. There were a few more of the four of them as well as Emily, a pretty brunette, in their cheerleading outfits kissing each other, but no more hard-core.

Even though I was in love with Janice, and in lust with Kara, it was my sister whose pictures I went back to as I began furiously pumping my dick.

After over half an hour of being rock hard, it took seconds to shoot my load… not even long enough to fantasize anything.

Once I cleaned myself up, an idea came to me. I should bug my sister’s room! I had the equipment. I had never considered using it for that. I just like making my own gadgets.

I got up and checked and found she was on the phone with her boyfriend Brad in the living room, watching that stupid Pretty Little Liars show. I quickly snuck into her room and put the bug in a central inconspicuous spot, before quickly getting out of her messy room.

I returned to my room, set up the recording system on my computer with the bug and waited.

The rest of the day was rather dull, but after dinner Sophia showed up. I quickly pressed record on my laptop.

The first question alone was worthy of recording.

“So, have you fucked him yet?” Sophia asked.

“Who?” Samantha asked.

“Your big dicked brother,” Sophia answered.

“Yes, I went in there and rode him to ecstasy,” my sister sarcastically responded.

“With your hunger for dick I wouldn’t doubt it,” Sophia shot back.

“First, he’s my pathetic brother,” Samantha defended, “and secondly, I must have dreamt it, he told me he was in bed by midnight.”

“Of course he told you that,” Sophia said, “he was probably mortified being caught in the act. Either that or you are dreaming of incest.”

“Fuck you,” Samantha snapped, clearly not liking the accusation.

“Just saying,” Sophia quipped.

“Well, don’t,” Samantha tersely ordered.

Sophia, changing the topic, asked, “So what are you wearing tonight?”

Samantha answered, her tone switching from angry to sexy in a heartbeat, “It’s not so much what I’m wearing, but what I’m not wearing.”

“What aren’t you wearing?” Sophia asked.

“A sundress,” my sister answered.

“No pantyhose?” Sophia asked, “I thought you always wore them for your nylon obsessed pervert boyfriend.”

“I bought these instead,” Samantha said, which made me curious. I too had a nylon fetish. Probably because my mom is a nurse and is always in white nylons, while my slut sister is often in her cheerleading uniform with beige pantyhose. The past few months, around the time she started dating college boy Brad, she wore pantyhose almost every day, even underneath her jeans.

“What are those?” Sophia asked, sounding perplexed.

“Thigh high stockings,” my sister answered, “they only go to the thigh… which leaves access to my private parts.”

“Your cunt and ass,” Sophia quipped.

“Brad likes variety,” Samantha answered playfully.

“What sundress are you wearing?” Sophia asked.

“This one,” my sister answered.

There was silence for a minute or so before Sophia observed, “You can completely see the top of the lace when you move in that dress.”

“That’s the point,” my sister answered, “to tease and….”

“Then to please,” both girls said in unison and then giggled.

For the next fifteen minutes they talked about mindless girl crap. I was beginning to tune out, focusing on the photos on my computer, when Sophia said, “I need to know if your little brother is actually your big brother.”

“Why?” Samantha asked.

“Curiosity,” Sophia asked, “plus, Adam isn’t really big enough to get me off.”

“That’s why we often use big blue on you,” my sister quipped. The strap-on in the pictures was blue, obviously what she was referring to.

“True, but a real big cock would be nice,” she answered.

“So size matters,” Samantha joked.

“Is he bigger than Brad?” Sophia asked.

“In my dream I had he was,” my sister admitted.

“The dream that was actually real,” Sophia corrected.

“I don’t think so,” Samantha said seriously, “he showed no hints of guilt… he is a fucking nerd who would probably come if you showed him your tits.”

“Well, I need to know,” Sophia said.

“Well go investigate,” my sister quipped.

“Maybe I will,” Sophia countered.

“I dare you,” Samantha challenged, “but not until you get me off with that wicked tongue of yours.”

“We need to get going,” Sophia protested.

“I wasn’t asking your opinion bitch, get over here and get me off,” Samantha ordered.

“Fine,” Sophia sighed dramatically.

“Hurry up, I’ve been horny all day thinking of my brother’s big cock,” Samantha said, although her tone sounded sarcastic.

“We should go in there and double team the virgin,” Sophia suggested.

“Even if his dick is big, I can’t fathom he has a clue how to use it,” my sister said.

“It’s not the way you use it, but the size that counts,” Sophia quipped, reversing the usual commentary on dick size.

“Oh, actually, it’s both,” Samantha said, “now get licking, bitch.”

“I think I get you off more than Brad does,” Sophia joked.

“Well, all my cheerleader sluts definitely do combined,” Samantha said with a moan as I imagine Sophia’s tongue went to work.

I sighed. I should have put a small camera in her room rather than a bug, but who knew she would be lezzing out today.

I expected my sister to become verbally dominant based on the pictures. All I heard was soft moaning.

I pulled my cock out, slowly stroking it, imagining watching the lesbian scene. Although Sophia was way too anorexic to be sexy, her face was beautiful and seeing her buried in my sister’s cunt, or her mouth wrapped around my cock, was enough to get me hard instantly.

Eventually my sister got close. She moaned, sounding vulnerable for the first time, “Don’t stop, so close.”

I could vaguely hear her breathing getting heavier and I began furiously pumping my cock trying to time my own orgasm with hers.

“Yes, oh yes,” Samantha moaned, “God, I love your tongue.”

I had seconds before I was going to erupt myself as I imagined it was me lapping away at her shaved pussy.

“Oh, oh, oh, yessssss,” Samantha gasped, as she reached orgasm and a couple of seconds later I followed suit, my cum rocketing straight up in the air in salute.

After a moment, as I leaned back on my chair spent, Sophia said, “You do have a sweet tasting box.”

“And you have a sweet teasing tongue,” my sister complimented back.

“Well, the amount you make me lick you I should be,” Sophia quipped back playfully.

“As if you don’t love it,” Samantha quipped right back.

“I’m not saying I don’t,” Sophia replied, “but it would be nice if you returned the favour.”

Samantha countered, “There is a clear hierarchy here Sophia, and the queen doesn’t serve, she gets serviced.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sophia sighed, “Hierachy, blah, blah, blah.”

“Plus, you have the rest of the cheerleader munchers at your disposal,” my sister added.

“True,” Sophia agreed, “I may have to take one to the washroom tonight and allow her to have a snack.”

“Or you could just go and fuck my brother,” my sister joked.

“He’d probably come before he even entered me,” Sophia joked.

“Well, based on how many guys you’ve fucked, he better be big or you won’t even feel him,” my sister jabbed.

“Says the three hole slut,” Sophia barbed back.

“I aim to please,” Samantha replied.

“And I just like to fuck,” Sophia said.

“Well, go find out if my baby brother is actually my big brother,” Samantha challenged.

“I will,” Sophia threatened.

“Then do it,” Samantha said, calling her bluff.

“Fine, I’m going to investigate,” Sophia said.

“You do that,” Samantha agreed, “I need to get my make-up ready.”

I heard a door open and realized maybe Sophia was actually coming to my room. I quickly pulled up my pants, wiping my cum covered hand on the side of my jeans, as I heard a knock at the door.

“Yes?” I questioned, trying to rub my cum into my jeans so it wasn’t noticeable.

“It’s Sophia,” Sophia informed me.

“Give me a second,” I replied, finishing hiding the evidence of my self-pleasure.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my laptop and went to the door.

I opened it and asked, “What can I do for you, Sophia?”

“I’m going to be blunt,” she said, walking into my room and closing the door.

“Come in,” I sarcastically said, no longer nervous around her after all I had seen in the photos and had just heard.

“So, some of the guys at school told me your secret,” she said, walking directly in front of me.

“What secret is that?” I asked, feigning obliviousness.

“They say hidden underneath your geek clothes and nerd glasses is an impressive package,” she said, shocking me as her hand went to my crotch.

“W-w-what are you doing?” I stammered, actually surprised she grabbed my crotch.

“I hate rumours,” she shrugged, “I needed to find out if it was fact or fiction.”

“And?” I asked, feeling pretty confident of the answer, knowing in my gym class I may be one of the scrawniest, but I undoubtedly had the biggest package. I just wasn’t sure anyone hot like Sophia would care to look under the hood if the exterior was a Pinto.

“Quite impressive,” she nodded, giving me one more firm squeeze, before letting go and leaving my room as she repeated, “very impressive indeed.”

Once I was alone, I quickly flipped open my computer again to hear what she would say when she had no idea she was being eavesdropped on.

A few seconds later, I heard Sophia declare, “Either you saw his cock or your dream was very accurate.”

“What did you do?” my sister asked, clearly curious.

“I simply walked up to him and put my hand on his crotch,” Sophia answered.

“Fuck off,” Samantha responded, not believing.

“I almost fished it out right then and there,” Sophia admitted.

I wondered if that actually crossed her mind.

“You really are a slut,” my sister quipped.

“Takes one to know one,” Sophia quipped right back.

“Let’s get going,” Samantha said, before adding “before you go fuck my nerd brother.”

“I may have to one day,” Sophia said, as they left the room.

“Well you’re running out of guys at our school you haven’t fucked,” my sister said playfully, barely audible as they moved out of range.

I pondered everything I had learned in less than twenty-four hours:

-My sister took it in the ass

-Sophia fucked anyone

-I had a big dick

-My sister and the cheerleaders lezzed out and my sister seemed to be the head of the lesbian hierarchy

-My crush was submissive to my sister and maybe a complete lesbian

-Sophia may fuck me.

I really wasn’t sure what to do with all this information. Yet, I knew my life had potentially changed forever.

No longer was I only a geek.

No longer was I only the nerdy younger twin.

No longer was I a shy wallflower.

Yet, I wasn’t sure anymore who I was.

I wondered if I could use this information to get laid.

I wondered if I could blackmail them.

I wondered if I was capable of blackmail.

And if I was… who would I blackmail?

As I pulled my hard dick out again, I closed my eyes, imagining all the possibilities:

I’d love to fuck Sophia’s pretty face.

I’d love to pound Kara’s wide black ass.

I’d love to make love to Janice.

I’d love to watch them all perform live the acts I saw in the photos. Lesbianism is super-hot.

Yet… I would love… love… love… to cup my sister’s perfect tits, lick her shaved pussy, squeeze her fine ass and…

And….

And….

And then I imagined putting my bitch sister in her place.

Making her pay for all the years of treating me like shit.

Making her pay for how she treats Mom and Dad.

Making her pay for how she treated Janice.

Make her my personal slut.

Yes, it was incest.

And incest is wrong.

Yet, as I pumped my cock I envisioned:

-making my sister suck my cock while in her cheerleader’s outfit

-making her give me a foot job while wearing pantyhose

-fucking her perfect tits

-fucking her shaved box

-pounding her ass

-Coming all over her face

As I spewed yet another load, I imagined it splattering all over Samantha’s pretty, shocked face.

Of course, as soon as I shot my load, I felt guilty for thinking such immoral, inappropriate thoughts. Samantha was my sister and incest is wrong.

Late Saturday night, she came home drunk and angry and I decided to make my fantasy a reality.

The stars were aligned.

Mom and Dad were gone all weekend to celebrate their 20th wedding anniversary in Niagara Falls, returning to where they had eloped, and Samantha had apparently caught her boyfriend making out with Sophia…yes Sophia.

I listened to her on the phone threatening to kill her as Kara tried to calm her down.

“I’m going to fucking rip you apart you fucking whore,” my sister ranted.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t hear Sophia’s responses, but I assumed she was apologizing by my sister’s response.

“Yes, I’m sure his tongue just accidently landed in your mouth,” my sister said, not able to catch sarcasm, but sure able to give it.

I heard something slam against the wall, assumedly her phone, as Kara said, “Samantha, you need to calm down.”

Samantha exploded on her, “Get the fuck out of here.”

“Samantha, I’m here for you,” Kara said, trying to be a good friend.

“Are you that fucking stupid?” Samantha roared, “I said, get the fuck out!”

“Fine,” Kara said, “I’ll have my cell on in case you need to talk.”

“Yeah, whatever,” my sister said, as I heard her bedroom door close.

I waited a couple of minutes, waiting to hear the front door close, before getting naked, putting on my robe, and walking to her room.

I heard she was on the phone again. I wondered if it was her cell. I assumed she had thrown against the wall or our house line.

I listened briefly before she yelled, “Fuck you!”

I walked, unannounced, into her room.

“Get out!” She demanded glaring at me, the house phone in her hand. As usual, I was correct, she had thrown her cell phone in her rage.

I ignored her demand, as I asked, “Are you okay?”

“Do I fucking look okay?” she questioned, still glaring at me.

“Depends on your definition of okay,” I replied, beginning my set-up.

“What the hell does that mean?” she snapped, patience not a virtue for her at all.

“Well, you look upset,” I nodded, moving closer to her.

“Wow, you can sure deduct the obvious, Sherlock,” she quipped, her sarcasm always blunt.

“Thank you,” I nodded, pretending to not catch the sarcasm.

“I was being fucking sarcastic,” she responded, “fuck for such a smart guy, you are pretty fucking stupid.”

“You know what else is stupid?” I asked.

“What?” she questioned, yet her tone implied don’t you dare fuck with me.

“Taking compromising pictures on your phone,” I revealed.

Her eyes went big. She snapped, “You fucking pervert.”

“That I can’t deny,” I nodded, “but you’re the slut.”

“Don’t you dare call me a slut,” she demanded, her glare back.

She was used to getting her way. She always got her way at home with Mom and Dad; she always got her way at school with the teachers; she always got the way with her boyfriend; and she always got her way with her friends.

But tonight, the power was going to shift at home… it may have already changed with her boyfriend and with Sophia, but it was definitely going to change between her and me.

“But you are a slut,” I countered. “Apparently a three hole slut if I am not mistaken.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” she asked, still defiant.

“Well according to your texts, as well as your conversation with your good friend Sophia, you love it in all three holes,” I explained.

“How dare you read my texts,” she said.

“You gave me your phone,” I shrugged, “I guess you shouldn’t talk about how big your brother’s cock is when you’ve been drinking.”

“Says the loser jerking off to porn,” she accused.

“Now I jerk off to pictures of your fellow cheerleaders,” I countered, before adding, “as well as my three-hole sister slut.”

“You are fucking sick,” she accused again.

“I again don’t disagree,” I shrugged, before adding, “but if I recall correctly, and I do, it was you flirting with me last night.”

“Bull shit,” she said.

“Actually, I think you were practically drooling over my cock,” I challenged.

“Yeah, right,” she scoffed.

“Actually, I bet you’ll start drooling the minute I do this,” I predicted, as I opened my robe and revealed my completely hard cock.

“Put that away,” she demanded, looking completely shocked by what her ‘baby brother’ just did.

“Oh, I do plan to put it somewhere,” I confidently said, stroking my cock slowly.

“You can’t be serious?” she questioned, even as she kept her eyes on my cock.

“I know mine is a lot bigger than your cheating boyfriend’s tiny cock,” I continued.

“It is not,” she weakly responded, although it was obvious she was lying and she was still staring at it.

Continuing my confident swagger, I predicted, “I’m guessing you are going through cock withdrawal based on your constant cock needs.”

“I don’t need cock that badly,” she said, finally prying her eyes off my cock.

“I think you do,” I nodded, “in fact, I expect you in front of me and on your knees right now.”

“Yes, I’ll obey you because you have a big dick,” she scoffed, even as her eyes glanced down at my package again.

“First,” I began, “thank you for confirming how impressed you are by your baby brother’s big cock. Second, that is exactly what I expect you to do.”

“You’re my brother,” she said pointing out the obvious.

“And now I’m your live-in cock,” I countered, before adding, purposely being crude, “and you’re my live-in three-hole cum deposit.”

“You’re fucking sick and twisted.” She accused, even as she kept looking down at my cock.

“Agreed and agreed,” I nodded, “but that doesn’t change the obvious reality you are dying for my cock at his moment.”

“I am not,” she defiantly said, before adding, “now get out.”

“No,” I replied, “you can get over here and drop to your knees and worship my cock because you are dying to; or you can drop to your knees and worship my cock because if you don’t all those naked photos of you go viral.”

“You wouldn’t,” she challenged.

“Wouldn’t I?” I questioned back.

“You’d blackmail your sister for sex?” she questioned, again unable to resist taking lengthy glances at my fully erect cock.

“I’m pretty sure I just did exactly that,” I replied, walking to her.

Her tone shifted from defiant, to babbling, “T-t-this is wrong.” It was obvious she wanted my cock, but was still trying to rationalize that fact to herself.

“And yet it seems so right,” I said brimming with a confidence I didn’t have before these past two crazy days.

I put my hands on her shoulders and guided her down to her knees.

Her reluctance was brief as she allowed herself to drop to her knees, her face now directly in front of my cock. She weakly mumbled, while staring at my cock, as if she was staring at a masterpiece at a museum. “We can’t do this.”

I smiled, in awe myself of her awe, before I offered, as I tapped my cock on her lips, “Go ahead, take my cock in that pretty mouth of yours, we both know you want to.”

She again didn’t look up, didn’t want to look at me, and didn’t want to allow me to see her as she gave in. She whispered, as she moved her hand to my cock, “I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

I considered responding I wasn’t making her do anything, but then I wasn’t sure if that was the truth anymore. I wasn’t sure if the blackmail helped or if it was simply the size of my cock, but after a brief pause, she slowly leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth.I had imagined what getting a blow job would feel like, but nothing could have prepared me for the feeling of warmth that enveloped my cock and subsequently my entire body.

I was literally speechless, like I usually was when talking to pretty girls, reverting to the nerd I was in complete awe of a girl… but this time the girl was my sister.

And after a couple of minutes of slow bobbing, she began bobbing faster on my cock. I groaned as the pleasure intensified and even though I had shot a couple of loads earlier, I knew I wasn’t going to last long if she kept it up. In fact, after just a few bobs I was about to erupt.

Wanting to see her face coated with cum, even though coming down her throat was also appealing, I waited until the very last second before I pulled out and sprayed my sister’s surprised face, hitting her directly on the forehead, eyes and nose.

“What the fuck?” Samantha gasped, moving her face sideways so the second rope splattered her cheek.

I shot a third rope hitting her nylon-clad leg. She stood up and I answered, “I didn’t want to assume you swallow.”

“You came on my face,” she said, suddenly angry again.

“And your cheek and leg,” I added, enjoying her anger.

“Asshole,” she said, going and grabbing Kleenex.

“I’ll need a few minutes first,” I responded, keeping cool and confident, while implying other things I was looking forward to doing to her.

“I can’t fucking believe you blackmailed me to suck you,” she said, continuing to clean off my white goo.

I scoffed, “I didn’t blackmail you. I whipped out my dick and you practically drooled.”

“I did not,” she said, before adding, clearly still annoyed I gave her a facial, “fuck, I hate cum.”

“You’d rather I fill your mouth next time?” I asked.

“There won’t be a next time,” she defiantly said.

I laughed, moving to her, “Oh, Samantha, let’s not pretend you can resist this.”

“Yes, Eddie, just show your dick to a girl and she will become your slut,” she sarcastically responded, although she did indeed glance down at it once again.

“Actually, that is exactly what I am assuming,” I nodded, again standing directly in front of her.

“You’re just like the rest of them,” she said, tears suddenly forming in her eyes as she shifted from defiant and angry to emotional and vulnerable.

“No, I’m not,” I shook my head, suddenly feeling guilty for taking advantage of her when she was at her most vulnerable.

Tears began streaming down her face, something I had never saw from her before, as she babbled, “They fucking cheated on me.”

“I know,” I said, pulling her in for a hug, even as my slowly shrinking dick brushed against her.

She melted into me and cried. Clearly she was devastated from being cheated on, by having her best friend betray her as well.

I petted her hair and just let her cry, trying to be a comforting brother and not the pig who used her.

Yet, I don’t know why, but after a few minutes, I put my hands on her cheeks, lifted her eyes up to meet mine and kissed her.

At first it was a soft kiss, but slowly she kissed me back and time stood still.

We weren’t brother and sister, we were just a boy and a girl… kissing.

After a few minutes of kissing, it turned from soft, tender and tentative, to urgent and aggressive. Our tongues explored each other’s mouth, her hands moved to my ass and squeezed it, pulling herself tighter to me… her large breasts pressing hard against my chest.

I too explored; my hands going to her ass.

Breaking the kiss eventually, she looked into my eyes, now with a sexy flirtatious smile and asked, “Do you want to see your big sister’s tits?”

I smiled, “I already did.”

“Smart ass,” she said, slapping me playfully, as she lifted her dress up and over her head, revealing the perfect breasts I had already committed to memory from the pictures. “Are they as good in person?”

I stared at them in nerdish awe. Even though I got a blow job from her already, this seemed more intimate.

“Go ahead, I know you have wanted to touch them for a long time,” she offered, her hands on her hips as if she modelling for me.

I didn’t speak, I raised my hands cupping both of her perfect breasts. I became Indiana Jones over the next few minutes. I explored every inch of her perfect tits with my hands, lips and tongues. I splattered them with kisses/ I sucked her stiff nipples in my mouth. I licked the open cleft between them.

Her moans were soft; my cock was again hard. She reached down stroking it as she asked, “What else do you want to do, big brother?”

She never called me that before, always reveling in the fact she was older than me… by a couple of minutes. I was still in awe of her breasts and could have played with them for an eternity, but I also wondered if losing my virginity was a possibility.

I stammered, no longer feeling in control as I once had, “I-I-I…”

“Do you want to fuck your sister, Eddie?” she asked coyly, looking completely sexy, only in thigh high stockings.

“God, yes,” I whispered I realized I was about to lose my virginity to my sister.

She smiled, asking, “Is my baby brother a virgin?”

I nodded, staring at her beautiful body.

“And you want to lose it to me?” she asked.

I again nodded.

“I have an idea,” she said, going to her dresser and pulling something out. Walking back to me, she said, “I’m not sure I should be your first, plus I’m ovulating. How about you fuck me in the ass instead?”

I joked, trying to act casual even as I was about to burst, “If I have to.”

“You do,” she smiled, as she poured what I now realized was lube on my cock. “But you’ll have to go slow, my ass hasn’t been violated by something this big.”

Her soft hands and the warm lubricant felt amazing and I was thankful I had just came. I wanted this to last forever. “So, you want to fuck your sister’s tight ass?” she asked, as she turned around, bent over her desk and offered me her perfect ass.

“Fuck yeah,” I said, trying to sound cool, but coming off even geekier, as I stared at her inviting ass.

She laughed, as she looked back at me, “Come on, Eddie, come and fuck your big sister’s asshole.”

Hearing the word ‘asshole’ somehow made the hot act even nastier. I moved with excitement behind her.

“Now remember, go slow, or you’ll tear me apart,” she said, her body tensing up slightly as my cock moved between her ass cheeks.

I quipped, confidence returning to me, as I playfully slapped her ass, “Maybe you deserve to be torn apart.”

“What’s gotten into you?” she asked her smile sexy, looking up at me filled with awe. It was similar to the way I was looking at her.

“I know what is about to go into you,” I quipped back confidently, as I placed my cock at her anal entrance.

“God,” she moaned, “I can’t believe this.”

“Believe what?” I asked, wanting to hear her say it.

“This, I can’t believe this,” she poorly explained.

I pushed slightly, my cockhead disappearing inside her tight ass and asked again with a firm tone, “What is this? You must talk dirtier when your small dicked boyfriend is about to fuck you.”

“Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiine,” she moaned, “I can’t believe my brother is about to fuck my ass.”

“I’m already in,” I corrected, although not moving, showing impressive restraint. I asked, “Does my big sister want her baby brother’s cock in her ass?”

“Yes, dammit,” she again moaned, clearly frustrated.

“Yes, dammit, what?” I questioned, really enjoying my power over her. I also wondered if my cock would have this much power over all girls. Based on Sophia’s actions and my sister’s now, I was thinking my sex life was about to get really fantastic.

“Eddie,” she whimpered, moving her ass back, sliding my cock deeper into her ass, “Please fill me with that big dick of yours. I need it so bad.”

Already partly in, I slid the rest of my cock into her needy back door, feeling similar and yet completely different to the sensation of her mouth. Oddly, my first thought was ‘I wonder what it would feel like in her pussy?’ I chuckled to myself at how greedy I was getting instead of focusing on the reality that I was losing my virginity, well my anal virginity, to the hottest girl I had ever met in real life… my twin sister.

“Oh God, so big,” she moaned, as all nine inches slowly filled her (I know that is hard to believe… I guess the good Lord made up for my scrawniness, lack of athletic ability, and social awkwardness).

I groaned too, the warmth an inferno of perfection.

“Slooooooow,” she whimpered, as my cock continued penetrating her.

And although I moved at a snail’s pace, her moans and whimpers softly told me she was experiencing a mixture of pleasure and pain. I eventually buried my entire length deep in her bowels, to her everlasting delight.

“God, I’m so full,” she weakly moaned.

“You’re so tight,” I said.

“I didn’t think I could take it all in,” she admitted, clearly still getting used to my big cock in her ass.

“Well, it’s a neat magic trick,” I joked, the inner geek in me unable to resist.

“Fuck me, geek,” she demanded, laughing softly.

And I did, beginning slowly, allowing her ass to get used to my big cock, something I read online on Literotica. I also wanted this to last… thankful again to have already shot a couple of loads.

“Oh yes,” Samantha moaned.

I felt such a rush of superiority. My normally bitch sister was completely under my control, moaning because of me.

“Harder,” she begged, after a few minutes of slow fucking as my head spun with both the pleasure I felt and the power I had.

I obliged the request, wanting to fuck her hard, to make her scream. I pumped in and out of her, immediately feeling my balls begin to boil again.

It had a similar impact on Samantha as she began getting very animated, “Oh God, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard,” and “Yes, so close, fuck, fuck, pound my asshole with that massive dick,” and then I got her off when she screamed, “Oh God, I’m coming.”

I continued slamming into her as her orgasm exploded out of her before I pulled out and demanded, as I spun her around, “Knees.”

She didn’t even hesitate, dropping to her knees and devouring the cock that had just been up her ass.

She bobbed hungrily and again I was soon about to come. This time, though, I grunted and ordered, fulfilling another fantasy of coming in a girl’s mouth, “Swallow my cum, my sister slut.”

I wasn’t sure how being called a ‘slut’ would affect her, but she moaned on my cock and kept sucking steadily. I soon rewarded her when I shot my load in her mouth.

A whole new pleasure encompassed me as she kept bobbing throughout my orgasm.

When she allowed my cock to leave her mouth, I moved back sitting on the edge of her bed.

“Did I wear you out?” she asked smiling, still on her knees.

I shrugged, “Fucking your mouth and ass is quite the workout.”

“Asshole,” she shot back, standing up.

“I was just in yours,” I quipped.

“I’ve never come from getting ass fucked,” she admitted, gazing at me with a look of bewilderment.

“Well, I anticipate you’ll be getting ass fucked regularly,” I said, trying to stay in control and hopefully be able to fuck her again.

She moved to me asking, her smile shifting to her usual bitch look, “You think this is more than a one-time thing?”

My confidence swooned a bit, but I nodded, “No, I know it is.”

“Then,” she said, pushing me onto my back and straddling my face, “you better get good at eating cunt.”

As I leaned up and began licking, yet another first, she moaned, “It will be nice to have a live-in cunt licker and ass fucker.”