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Becky and Jimmy Don’t Watch TV
By
Tommy Linarcos

“Jimmy?  Can I see what you’re packing?”

“What?”

Becky lay half-on, half-off the easy chair in their frontroom, one leg draped over the chair’s stuffed arm, her head propped up on the other arm, her long light-brown hair hanging over the edge.  She’d been there much of the morning, the only physical thing she’d done in the past hour was pick up the remote to change the TV channel to avoid news and watch The Price Is Right.  She wasn’t lazy, it was just turning out to be one of those hot mornings where it started out okay with the windows open, but you knew you’d have the air conditioning on by noon.

It was summer.  Not officially — that was a week or so away, yet, but high school was out and the kids who didn’t have summer jobs at the Park & Rec or the golf course could sleep in and watch TV.  Becky and her brother had each had some sort of breakfast separately — couple of Eggos, a Jimmy Dean thing in the microwave; Becky considered the coffee, but her mom had shut off the machine when she left for work, and now it was only lukewarm.

She’d move in a bit.  She’d shower and find her friends, make plans.  But for now, she was pretending to watch three fat people spin the Showcase Showdown wheel, but was really staring at her brother Jimmy’s cock.  Much more interesting…

Her younger brother, Jimmy, was laying stretched out on the couch opposite Becky, tapping something onto his iPad.  Becky couldn’t tell if it was a game or if he was texting, but he seemed fairly engrossed in it.  It might be porn, or he could be going through some TikToks, she figured.  She’d watched his cock grow in position and twitch, but it hadn’t ‘tented’ or flipped up.  That’s what was fascinating.

He was only wearing a cut-off sweatshirt and loose blue basketball shorts, and his cock was a giant ball on top of his midsection.  His shaft wasn’t laying to either side, it was riding the curve along the top, she could tell.  Had to be trapped in his underwear, she knew.  Had to be trapped.  Maybe it had grown more while she watched, but it grew forward, then, not up.

The sweatshirt he wore had the sleeves cut off — a piece of spirit wear from their high school Wrestling team he’d been on last winter, and would be on again next winter.  Red and yellow, or maroon and gold, depending on which school song you listened to.  He was a primary colors boy, this morning.  He had a good body, nice pecs; she’d seen them often, he didn’t hide them, they just weren’t on display this morning.  He had shoulders and arms to be proud of.  She could see the shock of hair under his right arm.  She’d seen it before, of course, but this morning, she had to consider it.  He’d cut the bottom of the sweatshirt off, too — he used it when he worked out in the basement, which he’d probably do sometime this morning — so his abs were showing, as was the treasure trail of dark brown hair leading under the basketball shorts.

She wondered if he shaved.  She hoped not.  That would look stupid, she decided.  Having a treasure trail lead to nowhere?  …sudden bare skin and a little-boy cock …and then his hairy legs?  She hoped not.  He could trim, if he liked, but she’d be upset if he was shaved.

She had to see it.

“Let me see what you’ve got goin’ on down there.  Let me see your cock.”  She still said this matter-of-fact, like she wanted to look over his homework, or see what he’d bought at the store.

“Get out of here,” Jimmy dismissed her.

“Seriously, that’s looking pretty big.”  She slung her leg back where it belonged and sat up in the chair.  “I mean, maybe it’s just how it’s sitting right now, but that looks like it could please a girl.”

Jimmy was a little torn on how or whether to answer her.  Part of him still wanted her to just shut up — what was she getting at?  The other part of him wanted to answer her that, yes, his cock certainly could and did please girls.  But why was she bringing this up?  He could just ignore her, but he knew his sister would not accept being ignored.  She’d just get in his face, then.  “Why are you being weird and looking at my cock?”  He didn’t move off the couch, though he did twist a little so that his cock was not so prominent.

“I know you’ve got girlfriends.  I know you’re not a virgin, so obviously, it works,” Becky pretended to analyze.  “My friends have noticed you, and I have to say, you are noticeable.  So let me see it.”

“No,” he said, pulling his legs down and moving to a sitting position.  “You’re my sister, I’m not going to show you my cock.”

“Why not?  Just because I’m your sister?” she put to him.  “Because I’m your sister, it shouldn’t matter if I see your cock, so why not show me?”

Jimmy was aware she was trying to use some twisted logic, but he wasn’t going to get into an argument with her over this.  “I’m not showing you my dick.”  The idea of showing off, though, curled in his mind, and he didn’t get up to leave.  “Why do you want to see it, anyway?”

“Because.”

“No.  Not good enough.  What’s going on in your head?”

Becky had to think quickly.  Her brother didn’t leave and escape to his room.  He was curious.  She had to come up with a reason to convince him more relevant than just ‘because.’  She really wanted to see this thing.  And, maybe, if she listened to the itch growing inside her, do other stuff…  “I need to practice my blow jobs.”  That’s what she came up with in that moment.

Jimmy laughed.  “The hell you do!  You’re the blowjob queen!  Whole school knows that.”

She didn’t take offense or try to wave that down.  There was a truth to that statement, she knew.  Rather than argue, she’d use it, wrap herself in it.  “Yeah… and that’s why I need practice.  It’s not the number of blowjobs, it’s the quality of my blowjobs.”

Jimmy just stared at her, open-mouthed.  How do you respond to your sister saying that?

She had his attention.  She kept it up.  “Hey, it’s summer, now, and I don’t have a few hundred boys staring at my bod just because I’m walking by.  I have to actually go out and find them, or be where they are.  It’s too hot to go out today.”

“You have a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, one boyfriend… and who knows how long that will last.”  She started laughing, like she was being silly.  It took away a little of the tension, and Jimmy laughed, too, so she pushed, again.  “So let me see that monster.  Let me see what I can do for it.”

Sitting right across from her, Jimmy tried to read her face.  Was she serious?  His older sister actually wanted to give him a blow job?  Or was she just saying that so he’d take his shorts off and then something weird would happen?

“You’re crazy,” he decided and stood up.  He started heading out of the room, but caught himself to get his iPad.

She had to stop him.  “I’ll show you my tits.”

That one brought out a real laugh.  “Hah!  I see your tits all the time!”

“No, you don’t,” she countered.  Did he really?

“Of course, I do.  You run around here almost naked all the time, those things floppin’ around,” he said more to her tits than her face.  “Look — right now — you’re wearing a tank top.  Your left tit is sticking out right now!”

Becky chanced a look down.  Yeah, it was true.  Her left tit was half-outside the big armhole in her tank top.  And a bit of a nip-slip.  She didn’t fix it, though.

“And you never wear a bra inside the house.  Only at school, and then not all the time, either.  Can see your nips right through your tube tops, or you wear a big t-shirt at night and those bowling pins go swinging back and forth…”  He was on a roll.  How many other instances could he come up with?

But for Becky, all she heard was that he noticed.  She let him keep going.  Her little brother noticed a lot.  She decided to take some action.  She cross-grasped the hem of her shirt and took it off over her head.  She shook out her long light-brown hair, and dropped the shirt behind her.  “So, it won’t matter if I just do this.”

Jimmy was struck speechless, his mouth hanging open in the middle of saying something about her not even using a towel between the washroom and her bedroom after a shower, sometimes.

He stared at her tits.  Yes, as he’d said, he’d seen them before, just not presented so ‘Here they are, Jimmy!’  He’d seen her side-boob and cleavage often.  The whole things flopping now and then as she moved quickly.  Her nipple secretly poking out, like it just had been, and he’d try to see it from the corner of his eye and not get caught staring.  But now her tits were right here.  In his face.  Presented for his enjoyment.

He knew from handling her mislaid bras that she was a 36C, whatever that meant.  They were bigger than a handful, and looked like a lot of fun to play with.

“You want to touch them?” she asked.

“Yes,” he automatically responded.  Then he caught himself.  “I mean… no, I don’t… I mean, they’re ni-…”  He had to shut up.

She took his right hand and placed it on her left breast.  “I’ll let you.”

She placed her own right hand on the bulge in his shorts, and petted it up and down, slowly.  It was big.  And it was trapped.  She could feel the life in the animal inside as it pushed forward.

Jimmy dropped his iPad and took her right breast, as well.  Sixteen years, and he was finally caressing Becky’s tits, felt their heft, pinched her wide nipples and made them contract to points.  That was fun!

“Let me feel your cock, Jimmy,” she whispered, fully intending to seduce him, now.  This had started just as a whim, just a desire to check out the size of her brother’s cock, see how much hair he had, maybe what it looked like hard, if it turned out that way.  Had they done a quick negotiation and she saw it, that might actually have been enough for her.  Maybe she’d have masturbated to the image, having that secret knowledge of her brother, creating a fantasy of the forbidden from it.

But now, as she pulled his shorts away from his waist with one hand, and went inside to fix his cock with the other, she got a sense of the monster inside, and it lit a fire inside her.

But when Jimmy felt his cock flip upright and his sister’s hand was inside his underwear, he reacted.  “Whoa, hey!”  He let go of his sister’s tits and backed away into the couch, and almost fell back onto it.  The motion pushed her hand out and his waistband snapped back.

“Jimmy?”  She was about to ask What’s wrong? but her new goal needed to keep him here, keep him in the mood, not give him a chance to beg out.

“This is nuts,” he murmured.  He shook his head, still staring at her breasts, trying to say something else that would allow him to retreat.

“It’s okay, Jimmy.”  She put her hand back on top of his package.  “I like what I felt, there.  Let me give you a blow job.”

Those were the wrong words.  They brought back the ‘blowjob queen’ image, and Jimmy was able to think a little more clearly, again.  “That’s okay.  I can get a blowjob from Liza, if I want.”

“Of course, you can.  But I want to give you one.”

“You don’t need any practice.  Why don’t you go blow Caleb?”

“Caleb is…”  She thought about how much to tell.  “Well, Caleb hurts.”

“He hurts you?”  There was anger in his voice and Jimmy flipped immediately into ‘brother’ mode, ‘protector’ mode.  He might be a year and a half younger than Becky, but he was bigger than her and stronger than most of her boyfriends.  Caleb was taller than he was, but Jimmy knew he could take him.  He’d suffer a few hits, but he knew he could fight better than Caleb.

Becky realized her error.  Another error.  “No, not like that.  No, don’t worry.”  She put both her hands on her brother’s shoulders, letting them slide to his chest.  “He’s okay.  He’s a nice guy.  He’s just… big.  Like his cock is ‘stupid big.’”

Jimmy let out a snort, calming down inside.  He’d put his hands on her back in assurance, but didn’t remove them.

“I mean, I can’t get his whole cock down, and it fills my mouth.  And when we f-”  She looked Jimmy in the eye to judge if it was okay to talk like this.  His eyes told her he knew.  “When we fuck, it kind of does hurt.  There’s big, and there’s too big, you know?  It’s not a lot of fun.”

“So, he might not be around much longer?” Jimmy asked, still concerned.

“Yeah, probably not.”  She tried to shake the vibe.  “But you, Jimmy…” she turned up her seductive voice, putting her hand back on his cock.  “This feels a nice size, and I think it likes me.  You’ve got a – ”

“Becky, come on,” he moaned.

“I’ll let you see my pussy?” she tried.

He looked at her, a little pity in his eyes, now.  She was lapsing into desperation, and he knew it.  “Becky, this isn’t right.”  Still, he held her to him, her breasts pressing into his chest.  Part of his guy-brain wished he didn’t have his shirt on, and could feel those tits against his skin.

“What’s not right?  It’s just us.  You’re my brother.  You’ve been around forever, and you’re still gonna be.”  She liked that he still held her.  Maybe he was coming around.  “So what if we have a little fun?  I’d really like to see that monster in your pants.  I really do want to give you a blow job.  I’d love to make you cum.  I’d love to see you cum!”

Jimmy was hesitating.  Becky could tell that he was turned on, though.  She could feel that.  She gripped his cock through the nylon shorts and got a truer sense of his length and girth, now.  She started a small stroking.

“Look, we play together all the time.  We played ‘house’ when we were little, and with Legos.”

“And you made me play with your Barbies,” he grumbled.

“Yeah, Barbies, and your Spider-Man guys invading her DreamHouse!”  This made them both laugh.  “And then there was Sorry and Life and Guess Who.  And Crash Bandicoot 2.”

“We were a team!” he recalled.  “But those aren’t…”

“And swimming, and tag football, and we wrestled.  I know your body.  I like your body.  I think you like mine,” she smiled, mashing her tits against him and roughly stroking his cock, now.  “So what’s the difference if we play this way now that we’re, you know, older?”

Jimmy was almost there.  She could push him down on the couch, and he’d let her.  She knew it.

But Jimmy took a deep breath and exhaled, like he’d made a decision.  “Becky…” he whispered.  He let go of her back and pulled himself away from her breasts.

“You can fuck me.”

This stopped Jimmy in his tracks.

He had to look her dead in the eye.  He had to see her eyes.  His dark browns to her soft browns.  There was no teasing about this.  She’d just said the words that had fueled his fantasies for the last five years.  From the time he figured out what his boners were for, his sister had always been the model for his masturbatory sessions late at night, in the morning, after school, break from homework, bedtime, and late at night, again.  (He hadn’t done the session in the washroom at lunchtime since 7th Grade, and that was usually over Taylor Riordan, who sat in front of him in class back then.)

But Becky was always right there, right here.  Walking around the house in almost nothing, day in, day out.  He watched her get taller and lose her baby fat.  He watched her boobs grow from nothing to apples to, suddenly, these big puppies.  He watched her straight body get curvy.  He’d watched her behind change from a boy’s butt to a girl’s ass.  He’d seen every inch of that ass, in her thong underwear and bikinis, and its entirety when she mooned him.  He’d seen every inch of those tits in various pieces before today, and now those tits were pointed right at him, completely bare.  He’d held those tits today.  But he’d never seen her pussy.  The shape of her mound, yes; maybe some ‘cameltoe,’ yes; perhaps a hint of her pubes when she wore white underwear in the bright light, yes.  But he’d never snuck into her shower or anything to see it in the open.  That could happen today, and so much more.  He’d get to suck those titties, hold that ass, and fuck that pussy.  If this wasn’t a put-on.  If this wasn’t a joke.  If she was serious.

“Say that again.”  He had to know.

She shifted in front of him, again, placed her hands on his waist, and ran them up his abs under his cut-off sweatshirt, over his pecs to his shoulders, pushing his shirt up so she could lean in, press her breasts onto his bare chest.  She whispered in his ear, “Jimmy, you can fuck me.”

He still couldn’t breathe, but he put his hands around her back, again, keeping her pressed to his chest.  He ran his hands down her spine to her hips and gripped the waist of her pink shorts, rolling the elastic in his hand, dragging the cloth together with his fingers until it was all bunched in his fists.  His brain knew he couldn’t pull off her shorts this way, though.  He released the shorts, flattened his hands, and slipped them under her panties, feeling her ass and grabbing at the bottom curve.

“There you go,” she told his neck.  “You want to fuck me?”

“Yes.”  Again, his response was involuntary, just an immediate blast of air out of his chest.  “Yes, I want to fuck you.”

“Then let’s start by letting me see your cock.”  She slid down his body, his hands automatically being pulled from her shorts.

She grasped the waist of his blue gym shorts, had to tug them over his hard cock, and then they fell to his ankles.  She was then faced with his gray Tommy Hilfiger boxer briefs.  She didn’t go for the black waistband, yet.  Instead, she took the time to caress his straight up, very hard cock concealed within.  She started at his balls, rubbing in a circle, careful not to squeeze or even cradle them here; she wanted to do that when they were really in her hand.  Then she moved up the shaft, slowly, as if counting the inches.  She could make a good guess, but didn’t care.  Bigger than the average high school boy, lesser than ‘stupid big.’  It was Jimmy’s cock, her brother’s cock, that’s what was special about it.

She reached the head, but in finding the flare, noted the glans was already seeking release under the waistband.  There was no reason to delay any further.  She took the waistband with both hands, pulled forward and tugged down, shoving the briefs down to Jimmy’s knees.

“Oh, that’s a nice cock.”  Instantly, she was faced with the goal of her morning’s torment.  It bobbed a bit from the movement of his boxers, but this tower of manhood was everything she’d been imagining.  The skin of his shaft was a little darker than the rest of him, or maybe that was just from blood flow, because his glans was definitely a shade of purple.  She needed to hold it.  Her hand magnetically went to its base, and she drew a finger up its length.  Mostly smooth, a couple of veins prominent.  There was a little bunching of skin just above his circumcision ring which she tweaked with her thumb and finger.  Jimmy breathed in sharply and his thighs drew together.  A sensitive spot?  She pushed her finger from that point up in a direct line to his crown and he continued to shiver.  Yes, this was his ‘spot.’  She’d remember that.

With her other hand, Becky swatted the boxers down from his knees.  Jimmy stepped out of both the boxers and the shorts, then kicked them aside.  He took a more solid stance, open for his sister’s inspection.

Her question about his pubes had been answered as soon as she’d pulled his boxers off, too.  He had quite a thatch of dark brown pubes.  No curls, all straight.  She knew some swimmers who trimmed theirs, not wanting all their pubes to escape their Speedos, but apparently wrestlers didn’t care, as much, since it was all hidden inside their singlets.  She’d never gone to see one of Jimmy’s matches; she’d have to take care of that, this next season.  Those form-fitting singlets were quite revealing; she wondered why she hadn’t gone to a match to check the boys out.  She ran her left hand through his wild bush, raking it between her fingers, then traced the treasure trail up to his navel and back, again.

Time to get busy.  Her left hand went down and finally cradled his balls, while she parked her right hand at the base of his cock, squeezing a little to trap the blood, watching his head begin to expand.  These spongy things were so fun!  And there… yes, there’s the precum!  She had to have it.  She licked up from her hand at his balls along the same path her finger took, taking a moment to stop and tease his ‘spot’ with her tongue and front teeth, then went up to circle his crown, then summited and licked off his precum.

She looked up.  She and Jimmy locked eyes and connected.  He’d gotten blow jobs before, she knew, but never had one from her.  She took him inside her mouth.

All Jimmy could do was breathe.  Once Becky looked up at him, he couldn’t look away.  He was locked on to her soft brown eyes.  Only when she finally broke their stare to take more control of her efforts could he close his eyes and fall back inside himself.  His sister was sucking his cock.  Becky was sucking his cock!

He didn’t know how long he would last.  His mother had made him get out of bed to water the lawn before she left for work, so he hadn’t had a chance to jerk off his morning wood.  He figured he’d use the energy to have a good workout with the free weights in his basement, then stroke & nap, but he got involved with his friends online.  So, he still had a whole night’s worth of cum in him.  And then… Becky.  And now… Becky.

When his hands were pulled from her shorts, they’d naturally moved to her shoulders and hair.  He’d love to grab those titties, but they were out-of-reach from his standing position.  He didn’t want to sit, though; he liked the tension in his legs while he fought the urge to buckle and fall back.

Oh, god, take it! he thought.  Her tongue is magic.  What did she say?  It’s not the number of the blowjobs, it’s the quality?  Fuckin’ A.  My sister is the blowjob queen!

She continued to lick and suck on his head, then dive down as far as she could take him.  Aside from a little humming, she was a quiet sucker, not one to make stupid, gargling, choking porn noises.  This was a learned behavior from giving a good percentage of her blowjobs in a place where they had to be quiet, or mostly quiet, with parents somewhere else in the house.

She held his ass with both hands, then slipped her left between the cheeks, dragging a fingernail up from his ballsack to his hole.  Jimmy shivered and widened his stance, allowing Becky more access to play.  She realized that he liked it, pausing in her sucking to smile around his shaft, so teased his sphincter, pushed at it with her finger, gaining a little entry.  Jimmy pushed down on her finger, wanting her to get it inside, but both felt her finger was dry, so it wasn’t going to go far, just to the first knuckle.  It was fun, but she moved her attention.

She slid down to suck on his balls while using her hand to jack him.  Jimmy could feel that was a dangerous move.  When his girlfriend blew him, he could sit back and just enjoy the feeling of her tongue for as long as she’d do it, then decide it was time to cum and get his mind into the game.  But now, with Becky, he’d been on edge since she first touched him, and every thought was on reacting to exactly what she was doing to him.  Going to his balls was going to send him over that edge, and her hand was making sure of it.

“Becky…”  His voice shook.

Her ears perked up.  She could tell this wasn’t an ‘oh, Becky…’ moan; it was a warning.  She had him.  Her little brother was going to cum for her!  “That’s it, little brother.  Cum for me.”  She licked from his balls up to his ‘spot,’ swirling her tongue on his knot of skin.  “Give me all your sweet cum…”

Jimmy’s knees buckled and he moved to fall forward, his toes clenching to grasp the carpet, as if that would keep him upright, but he mostly held himself up on her shoulders.  She gave him a quick succession of bobs and then licked back down, holding his cock in front of her.

“Beck, I’m cum—” was all he could say before he locked up and his entire existence was being shot out of his cock, his vision cross-fading to a bright golden haze.

Becky was going to taste his cum, she would take it all in, but she wanted to see it, first.  She’d never been one to try to spy on her little brother when he’d close his bedroom door and jack off.  She could hear him when he did it, and that turned her on, fired her imagination, but neither of them had really ever invaded the other’s privacy, that way.  But now, she wanted to watch him explode in front of her!

His first shot launched up and fell forward to her hand and arm.  She corrected the angle and his second shot, bigger than his first, rocketed straight up.  “Yes!” she hissed.  This is what she wanted to see!  Shots three and four followed quickly, landing wherever while her hand and his cock fought, so she brought it back into her mouth and took whatever he could still give her, which was two more direct blasts and then whatever she could coax out.

He tried to take his weight back as his vision cleared, stop pressing on her shoulders and stand back up, but he just couldn’t do it, yet.  He wanted to collapse, but he never wanted her to stop sucking on his cock.  He purposely took deep breaths, calming down, shifted his weight back.  He stood, and looked down to see his sister cleaning his cock.  She looked up, took him out of her mouth, and smiled back at him.  Then she pushed him back onto the couch.  He fell back dead weight, arms akimbo, a goofy smile playing across his face.

“Did you like that?” Becky asked, starting to look around at where else the boy’s cum had landed.  Her wrist and arm, some on her tits, a stream on the floor.

Jimmy breathed a laugh.  “You have to ask?”

She licked off the cum on her wrist and arm easily, then before she went after the shot on her breasts, she looked at him with a spark in her eye.  She got up off her knees, groaned a little and rubbed her kneecaps, then moved to straddle him on the couch.  She parked her butt on top of his thighs and scooted forward, making sure his cock was trapped under her pussy, though still protected by her pink shorts.  She held her tits out to him.  “Help me?”

He knew what she wanted to see him do, his fourth cum shot still obvious across her right breast.  But god, he wanted those tits!  Holding them for such a short time had been a tease — he needed to get those nips in his mouth, no matter what he had to do.  He went right for her right one, mouth engulfing the nipple, licking a circle around the areola, and sucking it all in.  He pulled off and took care of business, licking the trail he’d left behind, smearing it then cleaning the area.

“That’s it, clean me off…”  She ran her fingers through his hair.  He’d gotten his summer cut just before Memorial Day — not a buzz cut like when he was a kid, but shorter than normal, and it was already starting to grow back.  Still enough to hang onto while he licked his cum off of her.  “You like that?”

Jimmy looked up from her breast.  “M’eh,” he mumbled, “it’s not my first time.”

She thought her tease would have more impact.  Obviously, Jimmy’d tasted his own cum at some point; it made sense.  She knew her own taste, it’s true, whether from sampling her fingers or tasting herself on a cock after she’d been fucked.  It was cool that he didn’t balk.  “You’re very salty today,” she noted.

“Had McDonald’s a bunch of times this week, walking home with the crew.”  He didn’t want to be interrupted.  He wanted to hold and suck these tits.  The right one clean, he went back to the nipple to tease and bite.

“Ooh!” she yelped.  “Those McNuggets and Coke will do it to you…”

“I love McNuggets.”  He switched to the left breast.  “I love these McNuggets…”

“How long have you wanted to be right here?” she asked, playing with his ear.

Why’d she want him to keep talking?  He just glanced up and gave her a look of ‘You kidding me?’

“Well, you don’t have to sneak peeks when my bowling pins are hanging out, anymore.  You can have them anytime you want them.  I love when guys take time on my breasts…”

A little pang of jealousy shot through him, though it didn’t stay long.  He didn’t want to be added in to her pile of boyfriends.  He was her brother; he should have a more special place in her heart.

She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the sensation.  She had to, otherwise she might be tempted to see who won on The Price is Right Showcase, and she wanted to feel Jimmy’s lips every time he kissed his way around her breasts until he got to the swell and licked his way back to her nipple.

She could feel his cock beneath her, too, and it hadn’t really gone down much since she’d sat on it.  She started rocking forward and back, lightly, letting the slight fuzziness of her shorts’ fleece play along the underside of his cock.

Jimmy’s attention to Becky’s breasts was slipping, with her grinding her pussy along his dick.  That was unfair.  He got another image in his head.  He continued licking her nipple, but dropped his hands to her shorts.  He grabbed each side in his fists, wishing he could just pull sideways and rip them off.

He released her breast and sat back.  Now she was just rocking on his lap in front of him, teasing his cock, teasing her own clit.  He could feel his blood coursing through him, again, felt power returning to his arms and legs, breathing heavier.

Becky opened her eyes to find Jimmy staring back at her.  Not at her tits, not at her face, just at her.  And she recognized that look in his eye.  The look of desire.  Her brother was about to make a move.

Jimmy took his sister about the waist and stood up, her 110 pounds nothing to him, he didn’t even need leverage.  He spun slowly around, looking at the frontroom furniture, deciding the couch was best.  He placed her on her back on the couch, and set one knee in front of her.  He took ahold of her shorts’ waistband, dug his fingers a little further and added the waist of her panties, as well, and in one even pull, dragged her remaining clothing off of her, with her lifting and assisting as she needed to.  He tossed her shorts aside; wherever they landed was their new home.

She opened her legs and let him see — “My pussy, as promised.”

Still on that one knee, he couldn’t move.  He was finally looking at her pussy.  No clothes, no towel, no swimsuit.  Just her pussy.  Her golden brown hair was trimmed short, shaved into the shape of a heart.  He wanted to laugh, but didn’t want to laugh at her, so he just snorted his amusement.  It was cute.  She’d also shaved the rest of her outer lips clean.  The shave job looked recent, no stubble.  His eyes followed the line of her slit on down, her hood and labia peeking out…

It was time.  He brought his other knee up on the couch and took ahold of her legs.

She had teased him long enough.  She saw that cock aimed at her and knew what was coming.  But perhaps there was time for one more.

“What are you going to do, Jimmy?” she said in a frightened voice.  “Are you going to fuck me?”

“You said I could fuck you.  I’m going to fuck you.”  This was happening.  He wasn’t wasting any time.

“Oh, but not here, Jimmy,” she comically complained.  “Not on the couch.  It’s itchy, don’tchya think?”

He looked like he could explode — not in anger but in sexual frustration, at having to deal with a sister, again.  He wasn’t going to argue.  Fine. Change of venue!  He thought it, but wasn’t going to speak, wasn’t going to talk back to her, wasn’t going to negotiate.  He stood off the couch and just picked her up, again, and put his naked sister over his left shoulder, his hand on her ass, holding her steady.

“Ooh, um, okay…” she fumbled, grasping onto her brother’s back.  It was awkward, but fun, him pulling the caveman move.  She just didn’t want to fall, but her brother was pretty strong and agile, being on that wrestling team, and all.  She’d provoked him, too, she knew, so she’d let him get away with it.

She saw her house going backwards as he carried her away from the frontroom and the CBS News.  She clung on a little tighter to his back and gripped his cut-off sweatshirt as he carried her up the stairs.  “You got me?  Don’t you drop me!”  She tittered a little nervous laugh, but she felt him tighten the grip on her legs to assure her.

Jimmy chose her bedroom instead of ‘home court.’  It was also closer to the top of the stairs, true, but he imagined seeing her naked in her natural environment would be satisfying.  Her nice white room with little roses all over the wallpaper, her thick white comforter with mauve and gray stripes, and her naked body laying on top of it, with those tits and heart-shaped pussy, inviting him in.  He took care moving through her doorway — didn’t want her to hit her head, then everything would be over!  He got to the foot of her bed and lowered her off his shoulder, but still held her in front of him, right hand on her bottom.  He thought briefly about just tossing her on the bed and then diving on top of her, but that was no way to do this.  He stepped to the bedside and laid her out, head on her pillow.

Her bed’s comforter was still askew from when she woke up this morning, so she pulled it back and out from under her, a bit.  She looked to her brother, thankful he’d set her down so gently, but he still had that determined look in his eyes.  There’d be no putting him off, now.  No further delay.  Not that she wanted delay.  Her pussy was so damned wet, although Jimmy hadn’t taken the time to find that out, yet.  Then she realized he’d only just taken off her shorts when she threw the tease at him.  She watched her brother climb on the bed before her, and she spread her legs to accept him, that nice cock once again aiming right for her core.

He got in nice and close, his cock in his right hand, his left reaching out to address her pussy.  He ran his thumb up from the bottom, parting her lips, opening her flower.  A flick at the top got an “Oooh!” from her, but there would be no more stalling.  He needed to fuck, and he was going to fuck his sister’s pussy.  He quick-licked his palm and wet his cock head and held it at her entrance.

As much as he didn’t want to waste any more time, he couldn’t help but look Becky in the eyes, again.  Just to be sure.  To give her one more opportunity to back out.  He really, really wanted to fuck her, but if she got scared all-of-a-sudden, he’d stand down.  She wasn’t some cheerleader or sports groupie throwing herself at him at a house party.  She was his sister.  Part of the reason he wanted to fuck her was because she was his sister, but she was still his sister.  He never wanted to hurt her.

She met his eyes.  She knew what he was doing.  Her little brother was actually a nice guy.  She didn’t nod, she didn’t comically berate him for taking so long.  She simply brought her feet up to his butt and tapped him forward, locking her heels as she did so.

He gave her a crooked half-smile — and she gave the same back to him — and then he pushed his cock inside her.  Her eyes bugged, a little, and she started to sit up with the positioning, but she closed her eyes and lay back, putting her arms out to her brother’s shoulders.  He got about halfway when her labia gripped his shaft, and had to pull back to spread her wetness, and slowly try again.  It took one more pull back and push in and then he sailed through her wet pussy until their pubes met.

This was not his first time, but damn! that felt good!

He glanced down at where they joined.  Her fuzzy heart was rising out of his tall grass.  His English teacher would love the imagery.  What did you do over your summer vacation?  He pulled back and watched his cock slowly slide out of her and marveled at it.  He actually had his cock inside Becky.  He pushed it back in.  He was actually fucking his sister.

He looked up at her.  She was smiling — she’d watched it, too.

“Fuck me, Jimmy.”

That was all he needed.  Just her saying that might’ve made him cum right there, had he not just come from her blowjob.  He started his engine and built up a rhythm, not slamming his cock into her, yet, but increasing his force over time.

God, her pussy feels great…  It wasn’t too long since his girlfriend Liza and he last slept together, but fucking Becky just made every nerve in his entire body light up, every one of them aware not just of making it, but of who he was making it with.  Becky.  The girl he watched grow up ahead of him.  The girl who protected him from a bully at Milner Park.  The girl he played games with.  The girl he went to school with, but who wouldn’t walk with him, though he wouldn’t walk with her, either.  The girl who swore him to secrecy over something he still couldn’t remember to this very day what the hell it was.  The girl who held his hand as they ran through Disneyland.  The girl who hated his first girlfriend.  The girl who stood behind him when some asshat said something about her and then apologized.  The girl he ate breakfast with in the morning.  The girl he watched wander around in her underwear without a care.  The girl who asked to see ‘what he was packing.’

She ran her hands along his arms and then grabbed at his red sweatshirt, gave it a tug.  “Take this off, Jimmy.  Be naked with me.”  Jimmy ripped that shirt off so fast, it was a magic trick, except that it hit her perfume and deodorant on her dresser on its way down.  Now she could run her hands over his bare chest, cup the edges of his pecs, and tweak his nipples, getting him back for biting hers. 

But Jimmy never missed a beat in plunging his cock into her sweet pussy.  Enjoying her hands on him, he slowed down his thrusting, pulling back slow and letting the head rest just inside her entrance, then dipping in five times, counting in his head, and then driving in completely through her wetness.

“God, Jimmy, I love your cock!  It feels so fucking good!”  She wrapped her arms tighter about him and pulled him down to her.  It sounded like she was going to say something more.  She might have been a quiet cock sucker, but apparently she loved to dirty talk, though all she got out now was a loud whimpering.  “I… nnnnnn… ahhh… ahhh… Jimmyyy!”

She was cumming.  Only this far into it, and she was cumming, already.  She knew it was only partly because of the pounding they were giving each other, and mostly because of who she was fucking.  What’s more, the moment he entered her, she knew it would happen quickly.  And no one was home.  She could scream if she wanted to, open window be damned.

“Jimmy… Jimmy… your cock is perfect.  You can fuck me whenever you want…”  She had to breathe, but she was trembling too much, her hips still bucking.  She released him a bit, but not completely, so she could gulp some air, then pulled him back down.  “Oh, it feels…  God, my brother is fucking me.  My brother is fucking me…”  Her shaking was not stopping.  “And I love it!  Jimmy, this pussy is yours…”

Her patter was driving him insane.  He loved hearing it – it was such a turn-on.  Once again, if he hadn’t cum so recently, he’d have hosed her insides when she told him he could fuck her whenever he wanted to.  And he absolutely loved knowing she wanted more!

He wanted to engage with her, he wanted to join in her dirty talk.  But he didn’t want to sound stupid.  A hundred things usually went through his head when he was fucking, things he could say, like compliments or how things felt, but the hesitation to actually say them made him reticent.  He wanted to for Becky, though.

He ran his arms behind her back, further smashing those stunning tits between them, and just let himself go.  Physically, his cock plowed ahead, splashing out her juices.  He could feel the sensations running up his spine and fanning out to and back from his muscles, carrying the message to tell Becky all about it.  Mentally, he opened up.

“Becky… my Becky…”  He let her know he was vocal.

“Jimmy…”  She let him know she would answer.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since I was eleven.  That’s five – fucking – years…”  Each word he spoke was a slam into her pussy.

“Five – fuckin’ – years?”  She loved the way he said it, and gave it right back to him.

“Five – fuckin’ – years!”

“So how are we gonna make up for lost time?”  She was in her recovery state, though she could envision another orgasm on its way, if Jimmy kept it up.

“Every morning.”  He calmed the slams down and raised himself back up on his arms.  “Switch,” he indicated to her.

Together, they performed the dance of moving over and sharing space in her twin bed until Becky was on top.  She lined herself up, and lowered away, that same look of bliss enveloping her as she slid down his cock and he filled her up.  She took the first bounce, and wanted to find a rhythm before they got back on topic.

“Explain.”  She knew what he was going to say, but wanted to hear him say it.

Before he did, though, he was caught up in watching her pussy rise up, seeing his cock appear then disappear as her pussy descended, again.  He spoke with each lift and plunge.  “Every morning.  Dad’s gone at seven.  And when Mom goes to work…, I’m coming over to your bed…, and I’m gonna wake you up…, and I’m gonna fuck you blue!”

“Unless I get to your bed, first…”

“Yeah, you can wake me up with a blow job…  Practice your blow jobs!”  He gave her a devilish smile, just in teasing her about how this all started, but also with the knowing that she actually would be doing that.

“Did you like my blowjob?”

“Oh, yeah,” he responded.

“Did you like my blowjob?”  His answer was not what she wanted

He understood.  “You give the fuckin’ best blowjobs…!”  He moved his hands up to her breasts, again; his new best friends.  “Now gimme these fantastic titties, again…”

She smiled in satisfaction, then leaned forward and began a languid slide on his cock.  Jimmy shuddered a moan.  “Oh, your fuckin’ pussy…  so wet… feels so fuckin’ good…”

“I am wet, you made me that way,” she confirmed.  Then she pulled forward, almost pulling off him, just leaving his head at the edge of her hole.  “Whoa, don’t slip out!”  She slid him back into her swiftly, then did it again.  “Oh, no, don’t slip out!”  She rocked her pussy back and shot him inside.  “Don’t slip out of me, little brother…!”

He wasn’t taking it, this time.  She was so wet he might actually slip out of her, and he didn’t want to not be inside of her.  He gripped her waist and pushed in and held her there.  “I’m not going to slip out!”  He held her in position and began slamming her up from below.

Becky began yelping and fell down onto Jimmy’s chest.  She kissed and then sucked on his neck until she got to his ear, which she bit.  “That’s it, Jimmy, give it to me.  Fuck me, Jimmy!  Fuck me!”

Jimmy gave it to her, but this bottom position wasn’t doing it for him.  He’d needed a rest, but he was done resting.  He needed to fuck.  He didn’t announce the switch, this time, but used his leverage in pulling a reversal — not as mean as he would do on the wrestling mat, certainly.  He wrapped his arms about her and lifted with his legs and shoulders, and flipped them both in one swift move.  Becky on her back, him on top and still inside her.

The combination of Jimmy’s weight and the maneuver briefly knocked the breath out of her as Becky realized what had happened, but she recovered quickly and grabbed Jimmy’s ass to get him moving again.  “Oh, my god, Jimmy… yes!”

Jimmy raised up on his arms and went to town, giving her full, fast strokes — he wanted to cum.  “Yeah, I’m fuckin’… fuckin’ my sister…”

“I love when my brother fucks me!”

“I love fuckin’ my sister!”

“My little brother’s fuckin’ me!”

“I fuckin’ love fuckin’ my sister…!”

“Ohhhh, keep going, Jimmy…”

“I’m gonna cum… cum in…”

“You gonna cum for me, Jimmy?”

“I’m gonna cum in you, Becky!  I’m gonna fuckin’ cum in you!”

“Yes, cum in me.  I want to feel your cum in me…”

“I’m gonn— fuckin’ — gahhh!”

All that was left was fighting for breath as Jimmy fulfilled a five-year dream of fucking and cumming inside his sister.  He spasmed on top of her and wanted to keep slamming into her with each shot, but she held his ass tightly to her, not letting him buck and pound.  He wasn’t aware because of his own throes, but Becky got pushed over her edge, too, her stiff-arm clutch of Jimmy’s ass only part of her reaction as she shuddered and melted while he shot off into her.

With his cock held captive, Becky could — “I can feel it, Jimmy.  I can feel you cumming in me!  Oh!  Four… five… six… … seven…”

Catching his breath, Jimmy calmed down, deflating on top of his sister, fighting not to pass out.  Becky released his butt and softly stroked his back, petting him, keeping him in her calm embrace while both their heads cleared.  A sheen of sweat between them, Jimmy slid to her side, and slipped out of her, but let his left hand remain to hold her breast.  He still needed some connection with her.

“Becky… I… we…”  He still trembled a little bit.

“Hey… it’s okay, I got you.”  Despite the temperature and the sweat, she cuddled up to him, holding him steady.

Neither of them moved for the next twenty-one minutes.

Becky pulled him closer and kissed him.  She kissed her brother.

When the kiss broke, Jimmy pulled back to look at her mouth, a strange look in his eyes.

“Was that okay?” Becky asked him.

“It was a little weird.  I mean…”  He swallowed.  “Here we just did all that stuff, we fucked, we had sex, but it’s… still kind of strange to be kissing my sister.  You know what I mean?”

Becky nodded, a little disappointed, but she understood.  It took her some guts to attempt the kiss, in the first place, so she knew where he was coming from.

She smiled.  “So… you still want to do this every day?”

“Hell, yeah.  For the rest of my life!”  He slipped his other arm under her pillow to stroke her hair.

“Take it easy, it’s not like we’re gonna get married or anything.”

“I know, but you were great!”  He dropped his hand from her breast to her pubes.  “And these are cute.  You know, I’d wondered what your pussy would look like, but I never imagined shapes!”  A cloud passed over his face.  “You do this for Caleb?”

“I did it yesterday.  He hasn’t seen this, yet.”  She thought about it.  “Maybe won’t at all.  So, I did it for you!”

That made him smile, again.  He slipped a finger into her cleft and met her clit for the first time.  Her eyes bugged, a little, but she was pleased he finally found it.  She moved her hand to rake through his thick lawn of pubes.

“Can I trim these?” she asked.

He rolled his eyes in thought.  “If you really think I need to.”

“What does Liza say?” she enquired about his girlfriend.

“Not a lot, actually.”  He breathed a laugh.  “But she’s sweet.”

“You know, we don’t have to get rid of our… significant others… just because…”  Becky got all analytical, still teasing Jimmy’s pubes.  “I mean, I’m getting rid of Caleb because of, you know, but it’ll probably be like a trade-in.”

“I get it,” Jimmy told her, dipping his finger inside her for some wetness, but bringing up some of his spooge, instead.  Still, it was good to spread around on her labia.  “But I think we can do this.  I mean, we got the house to ourselves, like, eight hours a day.  So, I mean it.  I’m going to come here to your bed tomorrow as soon as Mom leaves.”

“Hmmm, I’m looking at my sheets right now, and by the way we made this place smell, maybe we should use your room more often.  Mom expects your room to smell like you and have cum all over your sheets,” she only half-joked. 

Jimmy shrugged and did not disagree with her.  “But if you don’t show by 9:00, I’m coming to your room at 9:01.”

“If you’re awake.”  She traded his pubes for grasping his cock and trying to massage it back to life, which it did, quickly.  It didn’t take much.

“I’ll be awake.”

She was enjoying his fingers in her, down below, but… “Do you want to lick my pussy?”

“You mean clean you up, again?” he teased, with a slight but real frown.

“No, seriously.  You’re turning me on.”

Jimmy got a little embarrassed.  “I’ve… never really done that, before.  I’ve seen guys do it in porn, but…”

“Are you kidding me?” Becky twisted, almost sitting up.  “That nice girl, Liza, blows you, but you don’t return the favor?”

Jimmy shrugged.  “It just hasn’t happened.  We mostly just fuck.  I don’t make her give me a blow job, but it’s nice when she does.  Most times, we only have time for one or the other.”

Becky considered that.  He was only sixteen.  He’d learn.  “Well, I won’t make you lick out your cum today, but by the end of summer, I guarantee you’ll be an expert with your tongue.  And if you don’t want to taste your McNugget-infused cum, you’ll do me before we fuck.  Class starts tomorrow.  Damn Liza won’t even be able to thank me…”

“I’ll thank you.”  He started breathing a little heavier, feeling what she was feeling.

She met his eyes.  Both had that look in them.  “You want to fuck me, again?”

“Love to.”

He pushed her onto her back and followed, pinning her.  “One, two, three, I win.”

“Not yet, you don’t…”  She ran her hand a last couple of times up and down his cock, then helped him position it.  “Damn, this is a nice cock.”

He pushed forward easily, now, into her well-lubed pussy.  “God, I love my sister…”

“Do you love me or just my pussy, now?” she asked while helping find a rhythm.

Jimmy paused his thrust.  “I love you, Becky.  Always have.  Even if we stop all this tomorrow, I’ll still love you.”

She put her hand to his cheek.  “Oh, Jimmy.”  She might have said more, but Jimmy, this time, brought a kiss to her.  He found her soft lips and made a good, long press, punctuated by continuing his interrupted thrust inside her.  She drew in a sharp breath through her nose, not wanting to break the kiss for a gasp.  With the reset of the kiss, though, she let her tongue slip past his lips and they genuinely started to make out.  Below, he kept up a slow draw and thrust, which was easy with her wet pussy.

He paused with their next chance to take a breath.  “It’s… not weird, anymore.”

“I love my little brother, too.  I love you, Jimmy.”

They continued to kiss, and fuck, throughout the afternoon, taking a long nap after session three.  By the time their mother came home sometime shortly before five o’clock, Jimmy had saturated Becky’s womb four times, the final time in the shower.  They were ravenous for their dinner.

The next morning, Jimmy didn’t need an alarm clock.  He’d woken up before eight a.m. in anticipation of what could happen, but his mother always stopped at his room to prod him and give him some chore to do before she left for work and he had to promise he’d get to it.  He just waited for his mom to back the car out and drive far enough away to know she hadn’t forgotten something to double-back for.

At a quarter to nine, a hand slid up onto Jimmy’s body under his comforter, finding his cock very much awake.

“Hey, Jimmy…  Let me see what you’re packing today…”

The End

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