Control Ch 3 - Sex Stories

Control Ch 3

... ground. Your hands grip the frame of a sliding door until your knuckles turn white. You’re terrified. The engine roars and the wind whips by and all you know is that you could be dead in less than a minute.

All of that fear and anxiety pulls at you to stay in that plane. It doesn’t look so old and rickety anymore. In fact, it’s a perfectly good airplane.

“Go,” yells the instructor, patting the back of your shoulder.

You are frozen in place, unable to do it. Looking back, you see the faces of the ones who came with you to this point. All of them in their own goggles and parachute, waiting for your decision. All of them with the same decision to make. Then you do it.

The fear and wind and noise of the engine all fade away and you are left with the beautiful truth. Your parachute opened and is easing you to a soft landing just minutes below. You are then alone with all that wonder. Then life goes on.

I felt as though I had just landed on a soft green hill. All of the secrets of my life were now open and on display. That is, except for what my mom and I had done just hours earlier. Now I lay naked on my bed, my cock pointing at the poster hanging on the wall above my head and my sister sitting on the floor by my bed smiling sweetly at me.

“See,” she soothed me, “That wasn’t so hard and I bet you feel better.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, then looked over at her, “But you can’t tell anyone.”

Megan shook her head and laughed at me. I guess I needed to make a few more ...

... jumps before I was ready to fly.

“Don’t worry, little bro,” she said, “I won’t tell anyone. Are you ready?”

“Ready for what,” I asked, feigning ignorance. I knew what she was talking about.

“You know.” She whispered, tracing the large vein on the underside of my cock, “We were going to masturbate.”

“I, um, yeah,” I stammered, “But you aren’t.”

“I wanted you to undress me.”

“Okay, Sis.” I agreed, almost too eagerly standing from my bed. My cock stood erect, thick and curved downward, my foreskin tightly wrapped around its head. I won't lie, there was a strand of pre cum wagging below the downward curve of my cock, glistening in the dim light of my bedroom. Scooping it up with her finger, my sister deposited it on the tip of her tongue. She had no idea how much that turned me on.

Raising her arms, Megan invited me to remove her t-shirt. Her eyes flashed as I pulled the hem on the garment over her head, dropping it to the floor. I felt the knuckles of her curled fingers slide softly over the length of my erection, pushing down softly. She could see the want in my eyes when my fingers fumbled with her bra clasp until I managed to unhook it. Megan shrugged her shoulders forward and let the purple satin fall to our feet.

“Touch them,” she whispered, almost nervously.

I couldn’t look away from her deep blue eyes when I cupped her pert breasts with my hands. Her warm softness in my fingers was contrasted by the steely erect nipples that bore into my palms. ...