Nick felt his whole body pulse with lustful energy. He could hardly pause to think, or to believe his luck. He had just fucked Elisabeth. And the best part was, he got away with it. No one stopped him in mid-stroke and yanked him away, pulling him kicking and screaming and trailing cum into a psychologist’s office to have his brain lobotomized. No magickal portal into Hell had opened up and swallowed him whole. The sex had been so intense that Nick even stopped wondering about Mary and Victoria.
His breakfast, or what of it he could bring himself to eat, was delicious. He felt his mother’s eyes pounding into him excruciatingly, as though trying to probe him to find out what was different. But he kept his eyes down and pushed his eggs around on his plate thoughtfully, hoping she would eventually lose interest in the matter.
Nick was so caught up in his own mixture of pain and pleasure that he didn’t notice that his sister Elisabeth was only picking at her food, and he was surprised when she stood up suddenly and in a quivering voice told her mother that she was feeling ill and wanted to stay home from school. He didn’t know what to make of that, but a sideways look from Elisabeth told him to agree.
“Oh yeah, Mom, I’ve been fighting a sore throat since I woke up this morning. Something must be going around.”
Nick felt his cock spring to life as his sister looked at him. A wave of raw lust flowed through his body. He was a little afraid that his mother would notice smoke coming out of his ears.
“All right, you two. I know you’ve been under a lot of stress over the news of your father’s office catching fire. I suppose it can’t hurt to let you skip school, just for today. I will be heading over to your Aunt Angela’s house to do some planning for Grandpa’s 80th birthday party bash, so I won’t be home for most of the day. I expect both of you to be on your best behavior. I don’t want to come home to find you drinking or watching television.
“Yes, ma’am,” Nick said, his voice catching in his throat. He couldn’t get the pictures of his sister’s exposed body out of his head. He could almost smell her cunt, and the images were driving him wild. He felt his balls tighten and closed his eyes, trying to focus on not messing up his underwear.
“Nick, why don’t you help your sister clear the dishes?” his mother suggested, giving him a sideways glance.
Nick motioned to the humongous bulge in his pants with his eyes, hoping his mom would get the hint, but to his immense embarrassment she just shrugged. Was this really the woman who had been sharing his bed for the last couple of weeks?
He grinned nervously, stood up and began clearing the table, concentrating hard to imagine putrid zombies eating monkey brains to make his erection subside. But the moment he looked up from the dishes to see Elisabeth standing in front of the sink, nervously rubbing the back of her ankle with her other foot, it involuntarily shot right back up to life. Nick cursed himself under his breath, turning red in the face.
What the devil was the problem with him? He had finally fucked Elisabeth, just like he wanted to do forever. He should be feeling triumphant, powerful. He had no reason to be to be quivering all over like a boy about to wet his pants. Why was he so messed up inside?
Nick carried the plates to the sink. He stacked them next to the glasses and silverware his sister had gathered and grabbed a dish rag, all the time being very careful not to look at Elisabeth. He felt that one more glance and he would lose all control and have her right there and then on the kitchen floor, whether his mother was looking or not. He didn’t want to risk it.
He took the dishes one by one from Elisabeth, purposefully focusing on the porcelain to keep from seeing the soft dainty hand that offered it to him.
Even the zombies in his head were having an orgy now, pushing their hapless victims to the ground and pushing their cocks into their ass and pussies while nibbling at their brains. It was sick and twisted, but he couldn’t stop it. The very motion of his hand wiping off the dishes reminded him of masturbation, thrusting in and out of the glasses, his fingers and cock in his sister’s pussy.
His mother grabbed his shoulder and he turned and looked at her. Damn, her lips were so red and moist, he was making to kiss her before he came to his senses and abruptly stopped himself. Fortunately, no one seemed to notice.
“So, I’m going now, remember as the oldest you’re the man of the house,” Susan said casually, picking up her keys and cell phone from the kitchen counter. She walked out of the kitchen, wiggling her butt from side to side in what Nick was certain was an obvious attempt to torment him.
“Um, Elisabeth if you don’t mind finishing up here, I’ll be in my room,” he said and ran off before his sister could stop him.
He needed to get some privacy pronto, to take care of his massive hard on. He was already absent-mindedly unzipping his fly, bursa suriyeli escort escort like he sometimes did on the way to the bathroom, but he ducked into his bedroom instead, like he told Elisabeth.
He was already hard enough to come, but he knew that it would be that much sweeter if he held off just a bit. So he decided to indulge himself a little, by reading a bit of an Internet porn story he had downloaded earlier.
He unbelted his pants and pulled them down to his ankles to take some of the pressure off his swollen balls and began to read, stroking his cock.
The story was about a young girl (eighteen years old of course) who, under the influence of a hot female Satan in high heels, was having wild, crazed sex one by one with each of the arch-angels. The story was really hot. Nick especially enjoyed the part were the Devil, demonstrating her own sexual prowess, straddled Michael, who was her twin brother. It caused images of his own earlier escapade to swarm back into his mind, and he would have come there and then, except the Devil in the story sort of half-reminded him of something unpleasant he could not remember.
Nick shrugged it off and continued reading. And by the time the last of the arch-angels had his second orgasm, Nick climaxed as well, fantasizing with all his might that the wad of tissue paper he was shooting his hot load into was really his sister’s pussy.
He had just tossed the tissue into the waste-paper basket by his desk when the door opened and Elisabeth appeared, looking sort of bashful.
Nick felt her presence like a shock wave through the body. Damn, it why did she have to look so cute and bashful, so sisterly, when he knew her to be a power-hungry temptress, always willing to give him a little thrill while seeming totally indifferent? What right did she have to act to pure and innocent?
“You weren’t just masturbating?” Elisabeth said, nearly stammering.
“Yes I was,” Nick replied with a harsh sort of ‘deal with it’ inflection in his voice.
“I…well..” Elisabeth stammered, staring down at the blue carpet and blushing profusely. “I was going to take a shower and was wondering if you wanted to join me. But if you just got off, you probably wouldn’t be interested.”
Nick suddenly felt ashamed of having been harsh. He was being as moody as pregnant woman or a girl during her period. “Um, Elisabeth, well I don’t know how quickly I’ll be able to get it up again, if that’s what you’re interested in,” Nick replied more gently. “It sometimes takes some time, even for me. But I would be honored if you’d let me wash your lovely breasts and pussy for you. I promise to do a very thorough job.”
Elisabeth blushed, but nodded her head. Nick grabbed her by the hand and led her into the bathroom, not bothering to pull his pants back up from around his ankles.
He quickly pulled off his sister’s clothing, his lips traveling around her body, kissing her every place it was possible for a man to kiss a woman.
He licked her soft nipples to erection, and sucked a little on her sensitive clit. Elisabeth gasped and grabbed a hold of the towel rack to brace herself, but Nick noticed that she wasn’t quite willing to look him in the eye.
She moaned and whimpered as an orgasm crashed through her body and tears of pure pleasure welled in her eyes.
She put a hand between her legs to stop her brother’s relentless teasing. With full force, she turned and began stripping her brother of his shirt and his pants, which still hung around his ankles. She smacked his spent cock against her thigh before twisting on the shower and pulling him inside.
The hot water felt wonderful against Nick’s skin. The sight of his sister’s soft pink nipples dripping with water and obscured by vapor was like a shot of hard liquor. He felt warm and powerful inside and his cock began to swell quickly, as though some unseen person was sucking on it. Elisabeth wasn’t, though from the way she began to lick her lips as he began to swell, she certainly wanted to.
She knelt down and slowly took the whole length of his cock into her mouth. Oh god! Nick felt so warm. It could not have been just the hot water.
All the tension in his body seemed to flow out of him and down the drain, and he felt good all over, like after a wonderful orgasm. And maybe he just had one, though his cock didn’t seem to soften at all, because suddenly his whole body was trembling and he had to sit down.
His breathing was ragged. He looked down at his sister’s lips curled around his cock. It was too good to be real. He kneaded the shampoo into his sister’s hair as she continued to blow him, his hands slipping and fumbling as he tried to make himself useful. He was sure he was making tangles in her lovely red locks, but he was too aroused to really care.
He felt his balls begin to twitch and pushed his sister’s head away. He’s hard cock sprang out of her mouth and whacked bursa ucuz escort her softly in the face.
“You’ve got to let me get you first, now,” Nick said, giving his sister a hand so she wouldn’t slip in the tub. “Let me wash that lovely pussy of yours and make you come a couple of times. And then if you don’t mind, I think I’d like to fuck you again.”
“Oh, Nick, I don’t know.” Elisabeth said, taking a step back and scraping her leg on the faucet. “I’m kind of nervous.”
“What do you mean you don’t know? It’s not like you’re a virgin now or anything. What do you have to lose?”
To his frustration Elisabeth sat down and looked like she would cry.
“I don’t get it,” Nick said, trying to hold down the odd mixture of pain and frustration he was feeling. “You’ve always been such a tease, always leading me on. How come you’re suddenly so prim and proper? I’ve got to say, I liked you better when you were a tease.”
Elisabeth’s sobbed and shook her head from side to side dramatically.
“Why do you have to be so unsympathetic?” she said. Nick’s heart was in his stomach and he had to hold the soap rack to keep himself from either toppling over or bolting from the room. He felt guilty, like somehow he had hurt is sister really badly without meaning to, and didn’t know what could be done about it. And at the same time, he was certain that he hadn’t done anything wrong, and Elisabeth was just being unreasonable.
“I was drunk with the power of discovering sex and magick before. I didn’t know what I was doing. And I feel so different now, so weak, so vulnerable.”
“But you blew all those guys, you masturbated right in front of me! You knew what you were doing,” Nick protested. “It’s not like you’re completely innocent or anything.
“But sex is so different. I feel dirty now, like I’ve lost something important to me and can never have it back.” Nick was a little ashamed that while his sister talked, he stared at her breasts and thought of sucking on her soft pink nipples. It’s not that he wasn’t paying attention. It’s just they were so enticing and what his sister was talking about was so incomprehensible. “I didn’t feel any different, really, when I blew all those guys, or when I messed around with Amber. I felt something when I slept with you, and I don’t know what or why, but it’s sort of freaking me out.”
“Well, whatever it is, forget about it. Nothing’s different. You shouldn’t feel different, either,” Nick said, putting his hands on his sister’s shoulders to comfort her.
Elisabeth shook her head from side to side, to counter his statement without saying anything else. Nick sighed deeply with frustration, turned off the shower and stepped out into the bathroom. He threw a towel over Elisabeth’s head and began drying himself off.
He closed the bathroom door and did his best not to stomp his feet as he went back to his room. If Nick had been a girl he probably would have slammed himself down on his bed and cried into his pillowcase until he feel asleep. But that not being the case, he sat down at his computer and tried desperately to get back into the story he had been reading, but it was no use. His brain was on fire and he couldn’t concentrate, and for some reason the thought of sex felt like a hot knife cutting through his belly from the inside.
After about ten minutes he decided he’d much rather read his e-mail. He was just responding to a message Amber had sent him, inviting him to her birthday party at the water park, when Elisabeth walked into his bedroom.
Nick turned to look at her. She was dressed in tight hot pink slack pants, which contrasted oddly with her red hair, tied back in a elegant French braid, and a lacy white top made out of cotton and spandex that clung nicely to her breasts and stomach.
Nick was still only wearing a towel, which barely managed to hide his growing erection.
“Hey,” Elisabeth said in a would-be casual voice, leaning on his door frame in a manner he could only think of as seductive. “I’ve got a place I want to take you. That’s why I had you play sick for Mom.”
“Um, Elisabeth, you might want to turn around or something while I change.” Nick said in an awkward combination of embarrassment and politeness. He didn’t want to risk his sister breaking down crying again.
“It’s ok, you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before,” Elisabeth said, though Nick noticed that she didn’t quite meet his eyes when she said it. “Anyway, you’d better hurry up. We’ve got a bit to bike and we don’t know how long Mom will be at Aunt Angela’s.”
Nick stood up and let his towel drop to the floor. His massive cock stood out in front of him, obscenely bobbing up and down like a dashboard decoration.
Elisabeth giggled and Nick smiled. He grabbed his cock by the hand and shook it a little to tease his sister. But it only made her laugh more.
He pulled the clothing he wore to breakfast back on and Elisabeth grabbed bursa üniversiteli escort his hand and led him into the garage to get their bikes.
“Ride behind me,” Elisabeth said, mounting Nick’s black mountain bike rather than her own pink frilly one.
“Oh come off it, Elisabeth, you know you don’t have the leg muscles to pedal both of us. It will be much quicker if we each take our own bikes.”
“Well, if you insist on biking yourself, you’re going to have to take mine. You’re not going to pry me off this one. And for your information, I may be a girl, but that doesn’t mean I’m a wimp. I’ve got more power in my legs than you give me credit.”
“Well, if you’re going to be so insistent, I suppose I can let you pedal,” Nick said, mounting the bike behind his sister. He pushed off the ground to get the bike going, and after a couple of seconds, Elisabeth got the pedals going at a reasonable rate.
Nick wasn’t sure whether to hold the seat to balance himself or to grab his sister around the waist. He wanted to touch Elisabeth more than anything in the world, and at the same time, he felt like there was an invisible barrier between the two of them, making it impossible for him to do so.
It was a odd combination, and Nick was the sort of guy who naturally brooded over things like that for too long, so it was a couple of minutes before he got up enough guts to grab his sister’s waist. He was honestly surprised when Elisabeth kept biking as though nothing had happened.
This somehow made the memory of fucking her more real for him, and he was immediately overwhelmed with the intensity and pleasure of the recollection. His cock began to swell uncomfortably in his pants and he felt it press against the back of his sister’s pants.
What the hell was wrong with him?!
He jerked himself back to reality soon enough to catch his sister biking though the gate of the cemetery.
“What, are we going to visit someone in particular, or have you decided to suddenly go Goth on me?” Nick said, trying hard to sound cool and sexy.
Elisabeth didn’t reply. They were biking uphill now, and she was huffing and puffing with the effort of keeping them both upright and moving. The bike began to wobble back and forth precariously.
“Do you want me to get off?” Nick asked, watching the ground slowing around them.
“No, I’ve got it under control,” Elisabeth gasped. It was obvious that she was using every ounce of strength in her body to keep the bike moving. It would be seriously be quicker to get off the bike, but Nick kept to his seat and let his sister keep pedaling. Sometimes people had to do things to prove something to themselves, and when you get caught up in something like that the only thing to do is to relax and let them do whatever they have to.
Nick closed his eyes and tried to think of something to entertain himself with. He tried to think of his sister’s lovely body completely naked. But the memory was so laced with powerful feelings that it did little to relax him. His cock pressed painfully into the bike seat and against his sister ass crack.
He smiled to himself. Elisabeth was too busy pedaling to notice the intrusion, though she must have felt it, at least on some level.
Nick’s cheeks flushed, thinking of the flesh of his cock resting against his sister’s tight pants. He felt like he was sitting in a room with the heat suddenly turned up. Through the haze, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the concrete path turn a deep blood red and thought he caught a glimpse of a hand reaching out towards the wheels of the bicycle. But when he turned his head to look, there was nothing there.
It was like someone had tossed a bucket of ice cold water in his face. The fire in his body subsided and his cock went flaccid in his white cotton underwear.
The path all around him seemed completely unremarkable, though they were now pedaling past the oldest part of the cemetery, and the statuary was eerily beautiful and the air around them was charged with magick.
Nick felt his breath catch in his throat and it was several painful moments until he could force the air down into his lungs.
They came to the top of the hill and coasted down into the newer region of the cemetery, before climbing back up a small distance to their family plot, where their grandmother had been buried ten years ago.
“Is this what you wanted to show me?” Nick asked, a little frustrated. He didn’t much like cemeteries, and this grave in particular gave him a bad case of the heebie-jeebies.
Elisabeth bent down and touched the grass affectionately, as though she was petting a cat or stoking her own pussy.
Nick bit his lip to keep himself from moaning. Damn, his sister was a fucking tease even when she wasn’t trying.
He wanted to push her down onto the grass and have her right there, ghosts be damned. If he was lucky, maybe one or two would want to join in. He vaguely recalled having sex with a spirit once, and damn that had been an experience!
“Don’t you feel something strange from this grave?” Elisabeth asked, an eerie inflection in her voice rousing Nick from his naughty reflections.
She was still fondling the grass.
“It’s been tugging at me for some time. Something strange happened here and I can’t remember what. It’s bothering the hell out of me.”