Control Ch 3
Date: 11/17/2023,
Categories:
Incest Fantasy,
Author: CrystalsVoyur
“Damn, Terry.” Megan gasped, “It looks swollen. Have you been jacking off all day?”
“No.” I answered, watching my sister gently touch my limp penis, “I’ve been hard since last night when I blew all over you.”
“I told you, it’s okay to masturbate. Fuck, haven’t you seen those E.D. commercials about an erection that won’t go away? You know they stick a needle in your dick to get it to deflate?”
“Ain’t nobody sticking a needle in my dick.” I quipped, “But I was worried that it would ruin tonight if I jacked off.”
“Is it sore?”
“Nah.” I shook my head, “No more than normal.”
“What’s normal?” Megan asked with a dumbfounded expression.
“You know.” I grinned, “I’m sixteen. I jack off a lot. It’s sore sometimes after say the seventh or eighth time.”
“Eight times?” She asked, “In one day?”
“I don’t know. More or less.” I bragged, “David and I have contests sometimes.”
My sister shook her head in disbelief, “Fuck.”
I laughed. Mom had gone to work and I wasn’t about to tell my sister about what she and I had done. Dad, as usual, was in front of the television with his second six-pack of the night. He would be passed out soon.
“So, in these contests,” Megan smiled, “Do you ever jack off together?”
“You mean in front of each other?” I asked, “Yeah. Sure. I’m not shy around him.”
“Is his dick as big as yours?”
“Why? Do you want to fuck him?”
“I mean, if it’s a nice dick, I wouldn’t rule it out. He is nice looking,” Megan teased.
“I'd love ...
... to see that.” I laughed, “He would come in less than a minute.”
“Kinda like you did yesterday.” My sister mocked with a grin, “Is he big or what?”
“It’s not as long as mine,” I said, shaking my head at my slut of a sister’s comment, “It’s pretty thick though. And his head is like a knob.”
“Nice,” she smiled, “I’d like to see it. Do you have any pictures?”
“Of his dick? Fuck no.”
“Are you sure?” Teasing me again, “Let me see your phone.”
“Bull shit,” I proclaimed, “No way I'm letting you look through my phone.”
“You do.” She laughed, “I knew it. Have you ever stroked each other? You can tell me. I can keep a secret.”
“Shit,” I replied, “Forget it.”
“So what does the winner of the masturbation contest get? A blowjob or hand job or what.”
“Fuck sake, Megan,” I grumped. She didn’t know how close to the truth she was getting. I, on the other hand, didn’t realize how transparent my nervousness was making me.
“You’ve sucked his dick,” she exclaimed, “You little bastard.”
“What? No. Fuck that shit,” I stammered, not lying worth a fuck.
“Terry,” she demanded, hands on her hips, “You’re beet red and you are lying.”
“Sis, please. I’m not gay.”
“I don’t care if you suck a dick,” she laughed, “That doesn’t make you gay. You’re sixteen. You’re just experimenting and growing. Some people like both. I eat pussy all the time.”
“That is so fucking hot, Sis,” I choked, “I can’t stop picturing it now.”
“So,” she challenged, “What’s the difference ...