“Yeah, totally,” I added without really thinking about it. “Anytime, anywhere.”
Alex shot me a look, a warning in her eyes, but I just chuckled and went back to staring at the ceiling. Michelle didn’t notice as she had started getting up.
“I call dibs on first shower,” my little sister said while nudging me with her foot. “YOU can put away the weights.”
I waved her off. I’d been putting away the weights all week, and doing any other minor chores Michelle could think of, as penance for not helping bring in the Costco stuff on Sunday. Michelle left, and after taking several deep breaths, I finally started to think about getting up.
But before I could, I felt my gym shorts being pulled down and my limp penis was suddenly exposed to the air. I jerked in surprise and looked own to find Alex shushing me with an index finger in front of her lips, and then she bent to take a slow, languid lick along my dick from balls to tip. It started growing immediately.
“What are you doing?” I whispered. “She could still come back downstairs!”
“I can’t wait,” Alex moaned softly, nursing my prick with her lips and tongue while scratching my balls with her fingernails. After staring at my sister’s asses for the last 40 minutes, watching them move and jiggle and flex in their skintight clothing, I’d already been half-aroused and her ministrations took me to full hardness quite quickly.
“At least wait until you hear the shower turn on,” I muttered, trying to pull my shorts back up.
Alex sighed, sitting up next to me and nodding her agreement. I managed to get my erection tucked back in, although she lay her hand atop the bulge and rubbed it slowly. Ears cocked and eyes toward the stairway, she remained alert for any sign of Michelle coming back down while mumbling softly, “I still remember the first time I saw him.”
I frowned, not understanding as a small pang of jealousy hit me. “Him?”
Alex glanced down, saw my expression, and giggled before returning her attention toward the stairs. Still outside my shorts, she squeezed my dick for emphasis, repeating, “Him.”
I finally understood she was referring to my dick, and I barked a short laugh. “Oh, him.”
“You were in the bathroom taking a shower, so I just went to Mom and Dad’s room to pee. You came outside in such a hurry, with SUCH big tent in your towel it was comical.”
I covered my face and groaned, recalling that night when I couldn’t get the thought of Michelle masturbating out of my head. Unwilling to jerk off to thoughts of my little sister, I’d simply tried to escape to my room and was thoroughly unsuccessful at doing so without exposing myself.
Breathing hard, Alex continued while letting her hand slide beneath my waistband once again. I was rock hard, and her cool fingers wrapped around my shaft, pumping slowly. “The step aside to avoid bumping into me, the towel slipped ... and there he was.”
“You can stop talking now,” I mumbled into my hands.
“He was beautiful. I couldn’t get him out of my head.”
“Which is why you snuck into my room that night to get another look.”
Alex frowned and looked down at me. “Wait, what?”
I frowned right back at her, furrowing my eyebrows. “You don’t remember or something? It was like 3am. You snuck into my room, pulled me out through the flap in my pajamas, and got me hard. I woke up and you ran away. A guy doesn’t forget the first time his big sister grabs his penis.”
My big sister blinked at me rapidly while shaking her head, looking thoughtful. “I think you’re confused with the first night when I snuck into your room, started sucking you off, and then mounted you before you even woke up. I never snuck into your room before that.”
My frown deepened as I propped myself up on my elbows while Alex pulled her hand out of my shorts. “Waitaminute. If YOU didn’t sneak into my room that night, then...”
“It was me,” Michelle said quietly from somewhere behind me. I jerked my head around in surprise to find that she was standing by the wall, still clad in her sports bra and volleyball shorts, although she’d removed the tank top. She’d never started a shower.
In a panic, I glanced at Alex, exchanged a ‘holy-shit-what-do-we-do-now-how-much-did-she-hear’ look with her, and then turned back to Michelle.
With a torn expression, Michelle looked down, fidgeted with her fingers, and admitted shyly, “I was horny and we were checking each other out a little bit that night. I started masturbating in the shower thinking about you but stopped because it felt really dirty but then I couldn’t get you out of my mind because I’ve seen you get hard every now and again and for some reason I got super-curious just how BIG your cock really was so I started tossing and turning and couldn’t sleep and figured I could just sneak in and take a peek but then you weren’t even hard so I started jacking you off and it just got like ... HUGE ... but then you woke up and I freaked out and ran away.”
Michelle was out of breath by the end of that, her face having gone beyond a pink blush to a deeper red. She refused to look me in the eye, instead staring down at her fidgeting fingers. And heaven help me, I was staring at her super-hard nipples pointing like bullets through her sports bra.
A long, awkward silence followed. Michelle was blushing in embarrassment, Alex and I gawked at each other a couple of times, but neither of us knew what to say.
But eventually, Michelle spoke again. Still breathing hard, she picked her head up, fixed Alex with a very intense stare, and intoned softly, “But I never mounted myself on him before he even woke up. You HAVE to tell me what THAT was like.”
Chapter 3: Michelle
“But I never mounted myself on him before he even woke up. You HAVE to tell me what THAT was like.”
The statement had been directed to Alex, but my big sister was in such a state of shock that there was no way she’d be responding anytime soon. She’d been kneeling while rubbing my dick, but she’d fallen backwards onto her butt and now reclined on her hands, mouth agape. Her jaw actually flapped up and down a few times, but no sounds were coming out.
Michelle bit her lip and looked at me nervously. Actually, she looked at the bulge in my gym shorts which had not yet deflated, and then looked at me nervously. After a long, pregnant silence, she seemed to figure out that answers wouldn’t be forthcoming just yet, and after blushing once more and staring at her feet, she jerked a thumb back toward the stairs.
“You know, I think I’m going to go take that shower now. I’ll let you two ... uhhh ... recover ... a bit. And then we can talk ... later ... Yeah...” Michelle turned away, turned back to give us another nervous smile, and then finally walked away.
Neither Alex nor I said a thing for the next few minutes. I sat up and wrapped my arms around my knees, looking over at her with a questioning look. But she remained as she was, staring off into space with an expression that suggested she was contemplating suicide. In the end, I scooted over to the front of the couch close to her, leaned against it as a backrest, and reached out to draw my big sister to me.
She resisted at first, crying softly in shame and didn’t want to touch me. But I persisted, and all of a sudden she collapsed against my chest, letting me hug her tightly. And that’s when we heard the shower start upstairs.
That was the signal that we could finally talk, and almost immediately Alex mumbled, “I’m sorry. This is all my fault.”
“No it isn’t.”
“I knew it was wrong,” she blubbered as the tears started streaming freely. “You’re my little brother and I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you but your dick is just so beautiful and I couldn’t get it out of my head but I knew I shouldn’t be doing it and I did it anyway and it felt soooo good and then after we fucked I kinda just thought well it’s nothing we haven’t already done before so would it really be so bad to keep going and now Chelley knows and I just don’t know what to do!”