Control Ch. 2 Mom Steps In - Sex Stories

Control Ch. 2 Mom Steps In

“Have you masturbated?” Megan asked.

“What?” I answered incredulously.

With a cheeky furrowed expression, my sister shook her head and asked, “Have you masturbated? You know, stroked? Jacked off?”

“I knew what you meant, Sis,” I hissed, closing her bedroom door. “Keep it down. Mom is home now.”

“Sorry,” she whispered with a grin, “Well?”

“Why the hell are you asking me that?” I grumbled, “That’s too personal.”

“So you have,” she grinned, “That’s good,it helps.Its nothing to be embarrassed about. Everybody does it. Hell, I did it in the bathtub after you covered me in cum. Too personal, my ass.”

“Shhh,” I hissed, looking at her door. “Keep it down.”

Rolling her eyes, my sister asked, “How many times since we fooled around last night?”

Looking down at my feet, I felt a red wave of embarrassment. Megan was getting too personal. Yeah, she touched my dick and made me come all over her face and tits, but this was still too new for my young mind to process. Hell, she was eight years older than me.

Truth was, I couldn’t get the image of what we did out of my head. I struggled to admit it to myself, but my big sister was sexy as fuck. Yeah, it was a little weird that she stroked my dick in the bathroom last night, but damn if it didn’t feel good. Even still, I was still a bit shy about jacking off.

“Come on, Terry,” she goaded me, “Twice? Three times? How many times?”

“Four, okay,” I admitted, “Happy now?”

“Four?” she asked me, her eyebrows ...

... shooting up and her eyes widening. “Are you serious?”

“Yes,” I said in embarrassment, “So?”

“Is it sore?” She laughed, “I bet it’s sore as fuck.”

“No, it’s not sore,” I countered. “It’s not like I went wild and did it all in a row.”

Her next question threw me, “Were you thinking about me when you stroked it? I bet you were. That would be such a turn on. Just. So you know, I was picturing you when I did it in the bath. I was thinking of how good that big dick would feel in my pussy. Was that what you were picturing? Fucking me?”

“So what if I was,” I rebutted, “I mean, after the way you’ve been acting.”

“Whatever do you mean?” She smiled.

“You know what I mean,” I shot back a little too loudly.

“Shhh,” Megan teased again, “Mom's going to hear you. She will know you’ve been jacking off, thinking of fucking your big sister.”

“Fuck you, Megan,” I whispered. “This is all your fault, anyway.”

“Okay, okay,” she said calmly, holding up her hand for a truce. “I’m sorry, Terry. I was just having fun. Besides, you enjoyed it. Didn’t you?”

I shrugged my shoulders looking at my feet again. “I mean, yeah. It felt good. Totally wrong, but good.”

She walked closer and played in my hair with her fingers, “Nothing wrong with having fun, little brother,” she smiled. “Sure you aren’t sore?”

Tilting my head to get away from her annoying fingers, “I’m not sore. I’m sixteen, remember? I jack off all the time,” I said a little faster than I was thinking, “I mean. ...