I reached over and brought my hand to her crotch. She still had on her bottom scrubs, but she moaned out as my fingers moved across her very warm and wet groin. She came off my cock, looked at me with a big smile, and then quickly wiggled out of her pants. Her bottom half was lightly freckled as her top half was. She had a nice bushy patch of pubic hair above her noticeably dripping pussy. After the dream I had just had Susan’s pussy looked remarkably human. I could see the light stubble where she had shaved herself, as well as the slightly puffy lips surrounding the hole itself. I looked around her, and was pleased to see that she had a stupendous looking ass, much better than I had expected. I reached around her and cupped her ass cheek in my hand.
She bent back down and went back to giving me her rather lackluster attempt at a blowjob. I kept my firm grip on her ass, and then brought my fingers to her pussy. It felt warm and wet, and I slid two fingers in. She moaned around my cock as I fingered her from behind. I could see her stomach contorting sexily, and knew she was enjoying what I was doing. Her body gave a little shiver, and she stood up again. She quickly climbed up onto the bed, and then straddled me.
“So, were you telling the truth about being able to give girls multiple orgasms?” She asked as she stared down at me. She reached back and took my cock in her hand, and then pulled it between her ass cheeks.
“You’ll have to find out,” I said, and she giggled. She brought the head of my cock to her pussy, and rubbed it along the lips, preparing herself.
“I’ve never had one like yours before,” she said.
“Don’t worry, you’ll like it,” I smiled up at her. She brought her sexy ass up, and then I felt the tip of my cock slowly enter her. The tight slippery vise engulfed my cock inch by inch. I watched her face intently. Her eyes shut. Her mouth opened. I could tell she was holding her breath as she took mee deeper and deeper inside her. and then she let it all out in a breathy laugh. Her eyes opened, and I could see the lust in them. Her sexy ass rose, and then fell. Her pussy’s tight grip on my cock moved easily with her wetness. She repeated the slow motion once more. Up, and then slowly back down. And then it began in earnest.
Susan’s ass began bouncing up and down aggressively. I could feel my cock being pushed and pulled this way and that inside of her. It felt a little helter skelter, but it felt good. Her moans began, and then grew louder. For a moment I worried someone would hear her and catch us. But then I realized what do I care? I won’t get in trouble. If she gets in trouble for being too loud that’s on her. I’m going to enjoy this for what it is.
I grabbed her by the waist, letting her use her ass to its full potential. She was really moving. The hospital bed was creaking loudly now, and banging lightly on the wall every few seconds or so. Between that and her moans, it seemed only a matter of time before someone came in and found us. But that added an extra little flair to it too. Having another nurse come in and find us might be hot. She would obviously see what we’re doing right away. But then she would see my cock, and she would be impressed. Just like they all are. Just like I always wanted. And all because of my cock, and what I can do with it. I don’t have a hot young nurse bouncing wildly on my cock right now because of my wit and charm. No. She heard I had a big cock, found out I have a big cock, and is now fucking the shit out of that big cock. And all I have to do to keep it, is the most natural thing in the world. It’s the thing you’re supposed to do when an attractive, comely young woman rides your cock like a pogo stick. Just let it go. It’s going to happen. You can already feel it happening. That tingling sensation in your outer thighs as they begin to burn as her thighs rub ardently against them. The way your cock stiffens in preparation. She has to arch her back to adjust to its new unyieldingness.
Susan pushed down deep on my cock, and then the bouncing ceased and the grinding began. The friction of her hips against mine grew stronger. I could feel my orgasm coming on, and could tell hers was as well. My cock felt quite deep inside her. Quite a long way to go to escape. And it was time to escape. Unless I wanted to give in. Just release. It’s the most natural thing in the world. And she wants it. She knows it’s coming. She can feel how hard you are, can sense your eagerness. She hasn’t said a thing. She’s grinding her hips as if she’s trying to make it happen. Which she is. She wants it to happen. And it is happening. IT is happening. Him. Our child. He will rule over this world.
I wrenched Susan up with both hands as hard as I could. She let out a high squeal, and then a spray of sticky liquid shot violently from her pussy onto my stomach and legs. At the same time my load shot out like a missile. I looked down, through her legs, and saw my ropes of cum flying far across the room, one after another. Susan lashed at her pussy with her hand, continuing the spray of her juices.
Our violent ejaculations ended simultaneously. The last of my cum spilled out and over my cock as the last of hers dribbled down onto my stomach. Susan looked down at me, and let out an audible gasp. Then she began laughing as she got down from the bed.
“That’s never happened to me,” she laughed. She seemed to almost be in a state of delirium. Her eyes looked glossed over as they stared at my drenched torso.
“Uh, what do we do now?” I asked, looking down at the mess on me, as well as on the floor and even the wall across from my bed. Susan followed my gaze. She seemed to register the mess, and the life came back into her eyes. She let out a little laugh.
“Oh boy,” she said as she looked at me and then the rest of the room. “I’m going to be in serious trouble.”
“It’s ok,” I said, trying to give her a reassuring smile. Now that I had beaten the beast once again, I felt like myself again. It was absolutely bizarre the feeling I got every time I was going to cum inside of a woman now. And it didn’t happen when it wasn’t in their pussy. It only happened when I would cum inside them. To do the deed. To make the payment. It felt like it needed to happen. And my thoughts got dark too. It all felt like something was trying to make it happen. But I still hadn’t done it. I don’t know how, but every time I managed to pull out at the last second. But I kept testing it. It kept getting so close. And if I keep it up… one of these times…
“We can clean it up,” I said, and sat up in the bed.
“Are you kidding?” Susan laughed nervously. “Look how far you shot it. It’s all over the wall. And look what I did. Jesus. I got it all over you, and the bed and the floor.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “That was really hot.” Her nervousness went away for a second, and she looked quite flattered. “I’ve never seen a girl do that either.” She blushed again and looked away. “Um… how about I clean the floor and you clean the bed?” I suggested.
She agreed. We spent the next hour cleaning up after our little escapade. We didn’t say much. We had both gotten dressed, but our eyes did plenty of lingering on each other. When we finally had the place cleaned enough, she gave me her number, kissed me goodbye, and left me alone in my hospital room, which still very much smelled of sex. I lay down, and eventually I fell asleep. Luckily the dream from the beach didn’t come back.
I awoke the next morning feeling a sort of resolution I hadn’t had when I went to sleep. It felt like something had cleared itself in my head. I didn’t know how to do it, but I knew what needed to be done. I had to face the witch. I knew I might die, but it didn’t matter. Ryan was already dead, and more would follow if I didn’t do something. And it was mine to do. That was as clear as day. However, whyever this had started, it was about me. It began with me and the witch, and so it must end with me and the witch. I only hoped Shannon might have found some clue as to how to go about it.
When an older nurse came in to check on me, she pronounced me as fit as a fiddle. She made some marks on the chart hanging on the door, and told me I would be discharged soon. I lay in the bed, waiting, and thinking about what I would have to do. An hour later a doctor came in, did a few rudimentary tests, agreed that I was fit to leave, and signed the necessary documents. I did as I was told, signed what I needed to sign, and then walked out of the hospital. As I stepped out of the hospital, wondering if I should call a cab or something, I saw Erin’s car parked down the street. I walked over, and she noticed me and waved.
“What are you doing here?” I asked as I opened the passenger door and got in.
“Michelle had to go to work,” Erin explained. “And Mom is off doing whatever Mom does all day. So, I offered to come get you.”
“Oh… uh…thanks,” I said. Erin was talking to me in a casual tone, the way she would normally talk to anyone, but not me. Normally she spoke to me like I was a piece of scum she had found on the bottom of her shoe. She started the car and began driving towards home. We sat in awkward silence for a while, until she finally spoke.
“I’m sorry about Ryan,” she said, breaking the silence. “I know how close you two were.”
“Yeah,” I said. I still didn’t know what to say or how to feel.
“Do you know why it happened?” Erin asked. “I mean, was it that guy who’s car he broke? Michelle’s boss?”
“I’m not sure,” I shrugged. “It might be. The cops said they were looking into it.”
“Are you in trouble?” She asked. “For lying to them the other day?”
“I don’t think so,” I sighed.
“Jake, are you ever going to tell me what’s been going on with you?” She looked over at me as she drove, and I could see the genuine curiosity in her eyes.
“No,” I said flatly. “Why would I? Besides, didn’t you vow to figure it out on your own?”
“Yeah,” she said slowly, and then fell silent for a little while. “But I don’t know how you’re doing it, or why.”
“Doing what?”
“I don’t know how you got those girls to lie for you,” she said. I could hear the frustration as she said it, as well as confusion. “I talked to that girl Stephanie. She’s a steel trap. She says you’re dynamite in the sack. From what I can gather, she isn’t the only girl in town who thinks so. And I don’t know how or why they’re lying for you.”
“Does it really matter?” I asked her. Her insistence was amusing, frustrating, and somewhat arousing all at the same time.
“Yes,” she answered immediately. “It does to me. I don’t like being tricked. And I also don’t like letting you get away with shit. I need to know why they’re lying for you. And… and I… I need to know…” her words trailed off, and when I looked at her she had a far-off hazy look. She noticed me staring, and blushed.
“You need to know what?” I pressed.
“I need to know how you made it look like you did?”
“What?”
“When we were in the kitchen the other day,” Erin went on. “It looked like you had a freaking log in your boxers. And it was just me and Michelle. So why did you fake it? And how?”
“Erin, this is starting to become a pretty weird obsession for you,” I said, and she glowered at me. “Just let it go. I mean, why do you even care anyway?”
“Because I need to know,” she snapped. “You do not have a huge cock! You never did before. But now… these girls… and it looked… I need to know what’s going on.”
“And what if it’s real, huh?” I asked sardonically. “What if the rumors are true, and what you saw wasn’t fake? What if I do have a big dick? Why do you care?”
“Because you don’t,” she said defensively. “I would know if you did.”
“Look, how about I just prove it to you, ok?” I sighed. I just wanted this to be over. I had more important things to think about then my sister’s suspicions.
“What?” She said, looking at me like I had suggested she blow me right then.
“You’re all hung up on me lying and girls lying for me, right?” I asked. She didn’t say anything. “Well, let me show you that it’s true. And then you can get over it. Or at least stop driving yourself crazy wondering how or why.”
“But… it’s not real… it can’t be,” she said slowly, as if trying to convince herself.
“Alright, enough,” I sighed, and began unbuckling my belt. She looked over, and then nearly crashed the car as she swerved.
“What are you doing?” She shouted as she righted the car.
“Proving it to you,” I said, unzipping my pants. “Once you see it for yourself, you can stop all this.”
“Jake, I do not want to see…” but she didn’t get to finish. I reached in and pulled out my long, flaccid cock. It flopped down over the front of my pants, looking as big as ever. Erin brought the car to a stop. I looked over at her, and felt a little jolt go through my body. The way she was staring down at it was beyond sexy. Her mouth hung open ever so slightly. Her eyes were wide and glued to my cock.
“That…” she began, and then had to close her mouth and take a gulp. “That isn’t real.”
“It is,” I said, and waggled it about for her. I even pulled my boxers down further, showing her the base of it. She leaned in to get a closer look. She was staring at it like it was a puzzle that needed solving. I bent it side to side and up and down, showing her that it was in no way fake.
“It… but… how?” She finally asked.
“Don’t worry about how,” I said, and pulled my pants back up. I stuffed my cock back in the pants, and her trance seemed to break. She looked up at me, opened her mouth to speak, and then shut it again. She seemed to be struggling to find words, and the right ones weren’t quite finding her.
“Come on,” I said. “Drive me home.” She looked at me, and then back down at my pants, then back to me, and then finally put the car back in drive. We sat in silence for a while again, and I could tell she was trying to grasp what she had seen. She turned into our neighborhood, and I felt relieved at being done with this drive.
“It wasn’t like that,” she said under her breath as we neared home. “Never. It was… it… it wasn’t like that.”
“Well it is now,” I said. She parked the car in the driveway, and I began to get out. I stopped and turned to her. “Will you drop it now?”
“Yeah,” she said after a moment’s thought. “I guess so.”
“Good,” I nodded. “And don’t tell anyone you saw it, ok? There are too many people talking about me as it is.” She nodded, and I got out. I walked inside, was glad to see no one else home, and went straight to my room. I heard Erin walk in the front door, and for a moment was afraid she would come interrogate me some more, but she didn’t. She left me alone, and I went back to my contemplation. I sat at my desk, just thinking, until someone knocked on the front door. I could hear Erin talking to someone, and then a moment later there was a light knock on my door. I let out a long sigh, wondering who I would have to deal with now. I got up, walked to the door, opened it preparing to see someone I wouldn’t want to deal with, and felt a great relief as I saw Shannon.
“Thank God,” I said when I saw her. She gave me a tired smile and entered the room. Erin was standing in the hallway with a puzzled look on her face. I shut the door once Shannon was inside, and returned to my desk. She sat on the bed. “So?” I said to her.
“I didn’t find much,” she said. “But I think I found some.”
“Tell me,” I said, leaning forward.
“I don’t know what it’s called,” Shannon said. “Or even what it is. But I think people have dealt with it before.”
“How?”
“Different ways,” she said. “Not all of them successful.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, feeling a shiver again.
“It means sometimes things don’t go well,” she explained. “We’re probably already in one of those times. The fact that she killed Ryan means she’s serious about wanting her payment.”
“Oh, she’s serious alright,” I said with a shaky laugh. “She came to me in a dream yesterday.”
“Really? What happened?”
“I was at the beach. We all were,” I said. “It felt like everyone I knew was there. And then this shadow came. And then… she was there.”
“Did she look the same?” Shannon asked. For a moment the terrifying image of the Witch with her arms spread wide and her hair thrown back and her terrible laughter filled my brain, and I quickly closed my eyes.
“No,” I said, and then, “I don’t know. Kind of. Not really. It’s hard to explain.”
“Did anything else happen in the dream?”
“She spoke to me,” I went on, despite the cold feeling the memory brought on. “She said…” I had to pause again as the echoing sound of her voice filled my ears. “She said our son would rule this world. She said all kinds of weird things. It was all very… prophetic sounding.”
“She’s evil, Jake,” Shannon said seriously. “That much I know for sure.”
“Yeah, me too,” I agreed.
“But that doesn’t mean she’s immortal. Whatever she is, she can be killed. It’s happened before.”
“Really?” I said, feeling a twinge of hope. “How?”
“Different ways,” Shannon said, and shifted on my bed. “And not always successfully. Sometimes the demon wins.”
“Demon?” I repeated. For whatever reason, it felt easier to think of her as a witch than a demon.
“Demon, witch, monster. Succubus, probably,” Shannon said. “I’ve even begun to wonder if whatever she is might be the origin of vampiric lore. I think it’s been called many names in many places, over many years. And I don’t think it matters. We don’t need to know her name, or what she is. We just need to know if she can be killed. And I think she can.”
“How?” I asked again.
“Well, I think I may have an idea,” she said. “But it’s a little crazy.”
“Crazy is probably good at this point.” I said. “We need something crazy if we’re going to actually pull this off. Now, tell me the plan. Whatever it is, I’m in.”
An hour later I walked Shannon out. We shared a look as she left. There were no words. We didn’t need them. We had said what needed to be said. Our plan was set, and by tomorrow night, it would be decided, one way or the other. It felt good, having at least the idea of a plan. I knew how ludicrous a plan it was. I knew how unlikely it was to work. I knew how much worse things might get if we failed. But none of that mattered. We had a plan, and that felt good enough for now.
I shut the door, and walked back into the living room. Erin was sitting on the couch, reading a book, and she looked up as I plopped down into the chair that had once been my father’s, but seemed to be mine now. Erin placed her book down, open-faced to keep her spot. I glanced down at it, saw the words Salem’s Lot, and wondered if she was reading a book about witches. I quickly put the thought out of mind, not wanting to think about witches at the moment.
As I sat there, I began to slowly realize that this may very well be my last day with what I had been given. There was even a real chance that this could be my last day on earth. I no longer had any illusions about whether or not the Witch could kill me for disobeying her. And even if Shannon and I were to succeed in our plan, and kill the Witch, I would almost certainly go back to the way I had been before. That didn’t seem so bad anymore. I would rather be a normal guy with a regular dick than be a stud responsible for other’s pain and suffering.
But the thought did make me realize something new. Erin was looking at me in a way that she just never had before. It only took a moment to realize what it was. It was the kind of look I never would have been able to recognize before. But I had gotten that kind of look a lot just lately. It was the look of lust and desire on a beautiful woman’s face. It was always a little different from girl to girl, but it was also the same. And now, seeing that look on Erin’s face, it made me start to think.
My relationship with Erin wasn’t like my relationships with my other two sisters. Anna was a full ten years older than me, and she hadn’t lived here since I was a little kid. Sometimes it felt like she was more like my aunt than my sister. We certainly aren’t close. When she lived with us, I was a little kid, Dad was still alive, Mom was still present, and Michelle and Erin took up most of Anna’s sibling time. I was just the baby. I didn’t mind. We’ve never had any bad blood. Or good blood. We’re barely even siblings as far as I’m concerned. Although I do like my niece and nephew a lot.
Michelle, on the other hand, is only six years older than me. And more importantly, she still lives here. She’s the one I’ve always looked up to, and even lusted after. When I first entered puberty, she was an eighteen-year-old, and already quite well stacked. All through my years in high school Michelle had been working at the hooters. That just made her into even more of a sex symbol for me. I remember there being times when I would stare at her huge tits in that tight hooters shirt, and get so hard it felt like my dick might break.
When I had sex with her, it was like achieving a lifelong goal. The object of so much teenage lust and fantasy was finally in reach. It hadn’t really felt emotional, in a romantic or familial way. It had felt like I was getting what I had wanted for years. And now that I had conquered that most epic of peaks, it didn’t feel the same anymore. That’s not to say that I won’t continue lusting after Michelle. And who knows? Maybe something will even happen with us again. Although it would be real weird if I go back to the way I was before. But I don’t really think that will happen. I still struggle to get a read on her, but I know I’m not interested in anything more than what we already did. It was great sex, with the first girl I had ever lusted after in any real way. But she’s my big sister, and we have a good relationship. I only hope it can stay that way after all of this is finished. If I’m even still here to find out.
With Erin, however, it’s all different. Erin isn’t a decade older than me, or even half a decade. Erin is less than two years older than I am. We were in school at the same time. And being so much closer in age, we had a more standard sibling relationship. With Erin, I wasn’t the baby, like I was with Anna. And I wasn’t the cute little brother either, like I was with Michelle. With Erin, I think I’ve always been an annoyance. A reminder to herself and her friends that she is related to a loser. I think if I took the time to really think about it, I would realize that Erin’s view of me, and treatment of me, has a lot to do with the sort of loser mentality that I’ve slipped into in recent years. The way she treats me, talks to me, even looks at me, it all makes me feel like I’m not good enough. Not good enough to be her brother. Not good enough to have friends like hers. Not good enough for anything. I didn’t used to think of myself as a loser. But the longer she treated me like one, the more I think it sank its way into me.
Tomorrow night everything will change. For better, for worse, for death. However it goes, it’s going to Change me. I will be Changed. Maybe I’ll be Changed back to the way I was before. Maybe I’ll be Changed into something worse, something not even worth thinking about. Maybe I’ll be Changed into a corpse. Maybe I’ll be Changed into the slave of a demon. Whatever, tomorrow I will be Changed, again.
But for now, I’m Changed in the way that I always wanted. Right now, I can make Erin think twice about the way she’s always treated me, and viewed me. She thinks I’m a loser, fine. She’s made me think of myself as a loser, not cool, but fine. Well, right now, I can Change her mind. I can show her just how wrong she was, even if she’ll be right again in twenty-four hours. The thought was too much to pass up. In that moment I knew what I had to do.
“So,” I said, trying not to smirk at the way she was looking at me. “Do you still think I’ve been lying?”
“No,” she said quickly, and then looked away. “I don’t know. Maybe. I’m not sure.”
“What do you mean?” I laughed. “You saw it for yourself.”
“I don’t know what I saw.”
“Come on. Really?” I looked over at her incredulously.
“I’ve seen you get hard in your pants a million times,” she said. “Recently even. And it did not look like that. Hell, I’ve even caught you jerking off before.” My stomach did a little flip at hearing that admission. I didn’t know that. “Your dick is like four inches. Maybe five on a good day. There’s no way it grew that much in such a short time. Even if you did have some kind of freak growth spurt, it can’t be as big as it looked, or as big as those girls are saying.”
“So, what exactly are you saying?” I asked slowly, getting a kind of twisted pleasure from making her contemplate the impossible. Of course she was right. Right about my true size, right about the impossibility of such growth. Right about all of it. But I wasn’t going to tell her that. Let her try to figure it out on her own.
“I don’t know,” she said, sounding both annoyed and frustrated.
“Do you think I have a fake dick?” I laughed, and she frowned and glared at me.
“No.” She said, and then frowned deeper. “I don’t know. Maybe. That makes more sense than it growing that much.”
“Sorry, it’s real,” I said with a cocky little grin.
“But that’s impossible,” she huffed. “And even if it is real, it must be some kind of fake.”
“What?” I laughed again.
“You must have gotten some kind of implant or something. I heard guys get those.”
“But, wouldn’t it not work then?”
“Well, maybe it doesn’t,” Erin said, turning her head up and away from me, looking smug. “Maybe those girls just saw how big it is and decided to tell everyone what a stud you are to make themselves look better. They get to brag about having fucked a guy with a huge cock, and then if anyone doubts it, they’ll see that you do have a big one and decide its true. But really it doesn’t work at all. If it is real, then it must be an implant. I bet it doesn’t even get hard.”
“It does,” I said with a smug grin. Her eyes darted back to me, and for a second that look of lust and desire returned.
“Whatever,” she scoffed. “I still don’t know how you did it, but I don’t believe it’s real. I don’t care how many girls say it, or what you try to show me, I don’t believe that you have a giant cock that actually works.”
“Want me to prove it to you?” I smiled.
“Ew, are you serious?” She pretended to look properly offended, but I could see past that. There was a bit of a twinkle in her eye. She might not admit it, but I could tell that she did indeed want me to prove it to her. And I knew I had to do just that.
“You’ve spent this much time and energy thinking about it,” I pointed out. “Haven’t you?” She didn’t say anything. She was still frowning, but that look in her eyes was only growing stronger. “You’ve been interrogating the girls I’ve slept with. Allegedly,” I added before she could interrupt. “You’ve been trying to get peeks at it all week. I’m guessing you’ve spent more time in the past week thinking about my cock than you’ve spent thinking about any other cock in your life.” Her cheeks flushed red. She tried to hide it, but I could tell that had hit the mark.
“All that time,” I said slowly, with that cocky grin that I had only recently mastered. “All that energy. All such a waste. Unless… just let me prove it to you.”
“You’re disgusting,” she said, and tried to look away from me, but didn’t quite succeed. “You’re my brother.”
“That didn’t stop Michelle,” I said. I knew it was a huge risk, but I thought it would work.
“What?” Erin looked over in alarm.
“Michelle was curious too,” I said. “Maybe not for the same reasons as you. But she also didn’t believe that I have what I have, and that I can do what I can do.” Erin was staring wide eyed now.
“She asked nicely, and I proved it to her.”
“What are you talking about?” Erin asked in a soft voice. She seemed stunned silent.
“I’m talking about Michelle coming to me and asking about my big cock,” I smirked. “And then me fucking her brains out.”
“Liar,” she said, barely louder than a whisper.
“Nope,” I smirked. “I told her I wouldn’t tell anyone. But you knowing won’t hurt anyone. No one would believe you even if you told. You better not be mean to her though,” I added, only then thinking about what kind of a mistake this admission could be for Michelle.
“Anyway,” I went on, feeling determined not to let that happen. Now that I had ratted on Michelle, the only way out was to get Erin to go through with it. “She needed proof too, and I gave it to her. Twice.”
“Michelle wouldn’t sleep with a little twerp like you,” Erin said, clearly trying to hang onto her shattered image of me.
“That would be true,” I agreed. “If I really was the little twerp you’ve made me out to be. But I’m not. I’m not a loser, Erin. Maybe I was. But I’m not now. I didn’t just fuck Michelle, I fucked Stephanie, and Britney Kolinski, the daughter of that cop who was here the other day. And the night me and Ryan were at the hooters, I fucked the entire staff.” Erin’s eyes had gone wide as saucers. She seemed to be trying to come up with something to say. Her mouth opened, closed, opened again, moved, and closed again without a sound.
“Natalie,” I went on. “Rachel, the twins. Becky. Even that new girl with the tattoos. The one who’s dating that prick of a boss of theirs. I fucked them all, again and again. I made them all cum. I’m pretty good at making girls cum. I could show you, like I showed Michelle. No one would ever have to know.”
“You’re lying,” Erin finally managed to say.
“Then try me,” I said. “You didn’t think I have a big cock, well, here.” I stood up and dropped my pants. The way her eyes found and then clung to my large, hanging cock was priceless. “You don’t think it gets hard, ok. I’ll prove it to you.” I took it in my hand, and began stroking it slowly in front of her. It dropped an inch lower, and then another. Erin licked her lips, perhaps involuntarily. My cock grew longer and thicker, and then began to lift itself up. Erin watched in awe.
“You don’t think I know how to use it?” I smiled, stroking my hardening member in front of her. “You don’t think I can give you the best fuck of your life? Well, let me prove you wrong. Or not. I don’t really care. I can get any girl I want. And I’ve already experienced the taboo thrills of fucking my sister. You’re hot, sure. But so is Ella, and the girls Michelle works with. Proving you wrong, giving you more pleasure than you knew was possible, it would be fun, but I can take it or leave it. If you don’t want it because of some societal standard or some other bullshit, fine. What do I care?”
The whole time I spoke, I stroked my huge cock, and her eyes never left it. Now the corner of her lower lip was caught between her teeth. Her eyes were slightly glazed over, staring with utter longing and desire. Her breasts were rising and falling with her obviously quickened breath. And her legs were squeezed together, as if trying to keep something from escaping.
“So, what do you say, Sis?” I smiled, stroking my huge cock in her face. “Want to put me to the test, or are you a chickenshit, like Bobby said?”
Erin’s eyes finally snapped up from my cock. They locked onto mine, and for a moment I felt the power shift back into her corner. The fierceness that had always terrified me returned, and then mixed with that look of lustful longing. In that moment Erin’s eyes looked sexier than any eyes had ever looked before, or would ever look after. She stood up, staring intensely into my eyes.
“Fine,” she said, and I felt my heart leap and my cock twitch. “But if you don’t live up to all this hype, you’re going to regret it.”
“Deal,” I nodded, unable to contain my excited grin. Erin walked over to me slowly. I still had my cock in my hand, and I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. Erin stepped right up to me, brought her hands up, and shoved me hard in the chest. I fell back down into the chair, and then she was on her knees. She reached out and wrapped one hand around the base of my cock, and then brought the other to the shaft. She stroked it a few times, seeming to take measure of it. I watched as she convinced herself that it was indeed a real cock, and was indeed attached to me. Then she smiled. A smile so sexy I thought I might just cum right then. She leaned forward, and then wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. I let a groan escape me without being able to stop it.
Her eyes met mine without her taking it out of her mouth. The lust was still there, and now there was a kind of determination in her gaze as well. She sucked lightly on the head of my cock, and then I felt her tongue flick out and do a neat swirling motion. Right away I could tell Erin was a skilled cocksucker, and I was eager to see just what she could do with mine. She kept her hand on the base of my shaft, pressing lightly on my balls. Then her lips began to move down. Her eyes never left mine. She stared up at me as my cock entered her mouth inch by inch, slowly.
When she had about half of my cock in her mouth she stopped. Her eyes finally left mine, and looked down at what she was doing. I could feel my cock pressed up against the warm wet entrance to her throat. She held still for a moment, and I could feel the breath from her nose on my abdomen. Then she pushed down deeper. My cock slid into her throat, and she took the rest in one quick easy motion. Her sexy nose pressed into my pubes, and I felt her tongue flick out and graze my balls. She held still for a moment, with the entirety of my massive cock lodged fully down her throat. Then she began moving slowly back up. Her lips remained wrapped tightly around my shaft, and her tongue did sexy movements as she moved back up.
When her lips reached the head again, she began to suck and lick. It felt like she was making out with my cock. If not for what the twins had done, this would surely have been the greatest blowjob of all time. She looked at me again, with her lips wrapped tightly around the head of my cock. I could tell she knew how talented she was. And I could tell that she thought I had never had anything so good before. I decided not to mention what the twins had done. She spent some time on the head, kissing, sucking, licking, massaging with her mouth. It all felt amazing. Then she bobbed back down in a quick motion.
She pulled back up, and then the blowjob began to get sloppy. Though certainly not in a bad way. Erin began really going to town. She bobbed her head up and down. She used her lips and tongue, and hands. Michelle had not been lying. Erin was indeed a very skilled cocksucker, and she could handle a big one like mine. As good as it felt, I wanted more. Having her suck my cock was amazing. It was more than I ever could have hoped for. But I didn’t just want her to pleasure me, I wanted to pleasure her. I wanted to show her just what I can do. To show her just how much I’m not the loser she thought I was.
Just from the intensity with which she was sucking it, I could tell she wouldn’t stop until I came. She was a woman on a mission. I wondered if she was trying to prove something to me, or perhaps to herself. Or maybe she just wanted to enjoy the experience of sucking a cock as big as mine. Either way, this was a blowjob that could only end in completion. I was eager to move onto the sex, so I tried to focus on cumming. It wasn’t difficult. All I had to do was stare down at her, and focus on how good it felt, and who was doing it.
My sexy older sister, who had always treated me like shit. Who had always made me feel like a loser. Like I wasn’t good enough for anything, least of all her. That incredibly sexy girl had my huge cock in her mouth, and she was giving it all she had. I wondered if she had ever put this much effort into a blowjob before. If she had sucked Bobby’s cock like this, and he still didn’t want her, he was crazy. She must not have given him what she was giving me.
I stared down at her sexy face. Her blue eyes, so sexy, so stunning; the kind of blue that you could only ever see in a body of water, tilted ever so slightly at the corners, with long sexy lashes. They were watery from the excretion was putting out on my cock. Her nose, thin in the middle, wider at the base, turned up just slightly. Her high cheek bones and thin cheeks, pressed out now as she took my cock in deep strokes. Her lips, so plump, wrapped tightly around my cock. The sexy little lines at the corners of her mouth, elongated now as her mouth stretched wide to accommodate my cock. Her jawline, so sharp and defined, also currently stretched as she worked on my cock like a pro.
I never would have called her anything but hot, but at that moment, staring down at her face as she sucked my cock, she looked as beautiful as anyone I had ever seen. And the knowledge that she was doing what she was doing, to me, for me. Being her most vulnerable, her most passionate. That did it. I could feel the tingling sensation, followed by the dull burning in my thighs. I could tell it would be a big one. I considered telling her, and then decided against it. She didn’t believe me, huh? Well, here you go Erin. Time to find out for yourself.
I could feel it happening, and let out a low moan. Her eyes darted up to mine, and I stared down at her. The first blast shot out with force, and her eyes went wide. Her cheeks puffed out as the second shot blasted out. The third shot sent cum spilling out of the sides of her mouth. She had only the head of my cock in her mouth, and I could see her throat muscles working hard as she tried to swallow it all. Another blast shot into her mouth, and then another. Finally she came off my cock with a gasp, cum spilling from her mouth and down her chin. Another shot blasted out and splashed against her cheek. Another shot out and splattered against her mouth. It stopped firing out and began dribbling, and she brought her mouth back down and sucked the rest out. When it finally ended, she kept on sucking a moment longer, and then came off, gasping for air. There was cum all over her mouth and chin, and one cheek. She looked sexier than ever.
“Holy shit,” she finally said, after gulping down the rest of what she had in her mouth. “That was crazy.”
“Didn’t expect your loser brother to cum like that, huh?” I laughed. She looked up at me with lust and desire.
“I’m sorry I treated you like a loser, Jake.” She said as she stared up into my eyes.
“Thank you,” I smiled down at her. “But I still have a lot to prove.”
“What?” She looked confused, and perhaps cautiously optimistic.
“Letting you blow me and cumming hard doesn’t exactly prove I’m not a loser,” I said. “I still need to show you what I can do. I need to make you cum, probably a few times considering what you’ve always thought about me.”
“So, are you going to eat my pussy?” She asked, but she glanced down at my still rock hard cock.
“I could,” I said, and stood up. She looked up at me with wide eyes. I took her hand, and slowly brought her to her feet as well. “I’ve gotten good at it. But I don’t think I need to. Something tells me you’re more than ready to go.” I stepped closer to her, so my face was inches from hers. She still had my cum splashed all across the bottom of her face, but neither of us seemed to care. I brought one hand to her waist, let it feel along her tight stomach, and then moved it slowly up. My hand found her soft breast, and squeezed. Then I brought my other hand down between her legs. My hand slid neatly between her thighs, and felt both intense warmth, and notable wetness. A soft moan escaped her lips as my hands touched her private places.