When the Need Strikes - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

When the Need Strikes - Chapter 3

... down on the bed. I wanted to shut my eyes while my sister lubed up her hand and crawled in-between my legs, but there was something about her fixation that…you know what? Fuck it, it was hot. I hate saying it, and I especially hated seeing it, but at the same time—any girl staring at your cock like it’s a hugely valuable prize is going to be a turn-on, so rather than shutting my eyes and picturing Alison Brie, I just watched my sister as she slowly pumped my cock. We’d been going for a few minutes when a thought struck me. “No condom?” I asked. “Don’t worry about it,” she replied. “But what about…—“ “Don’t worry about it,” she repeated, and so I didn’t. It wasn’t more than a few minutes before I was ready to blow, and so I grunted a few words of warning. Tempting though it was to blow my load on her face again, I couldn’t do that to her (especially if she started screaming) and so I let her know with plenty of time to stop, or put a condom on, or whatever her plan was. To my surprise, as my hips started involuntarily thrusting forward, she leaned forward, took the head of my cock in her mouth, and looked up at me with those big, brown eyes of her. “Oh fuck,” I panted. “Petra…” Having just cum the previous night, my load wasn’t nearly as large as it had been the last two times, but she still seemed to struggle with it, choking slightly as the third string of cum propelled from my dick and hit the back of her throat. After a few seconds of gasping and spluttering, she ...

... collected herself and swallowed loudly. “Petra!” I gasped in shock. “What?” she asked defensively, licking her lips. “Oh come on—I didn’t have a condom on me, and it’s way easier than cleaning it all off. Besides, I’ve never had a problem with swallowing.” There was a long pause, as I just continued to stare. “…I kind of like it,” she finally admitted in that soft voice of hers. “Anyway, time for bed. Look, Craig—if you want to make this weird, we can make this weird. I’m just trying to be practical—we both have needs, and we both have ways of servicing those needs, so what’s the big deal? It’s not like we’re fucking.” A part of me wanted to argue that yeah, swallowing your brother’s seed was definitely in the same arena as sex, but she was right. It was only as weird as we made it, and so I just thanked her, shut the door, and lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling in thought. * * * The next day was a Saturday, and both our parents were out. I was watching a movie in my room when she knocked on my door. “Yo,” I said, and she pushed my bedroom door open. “What’s up?” “I need your help,” she said nervously, and the emphasis she put on ‘help’ told me exactly what she meant. “For real?? It’s been like twelve hours…” “Yeah…I should probably have told you this before, but I have a pretty high sex drive. If that’s going to be a problem, let me know.” What could I say? ‘Yeah, sis, your libido is causing me anguish. Sort it out, except don’t, ’cos then we lose four million dollars. Oh, and ...