Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 1 - Sex Stories

Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 1

... to stand for this, right?" Nell slowly sank to her knees. Kneeling on the carpet, she felt free to stare at the fat, eight and three quarters inches that my hand couldn't hide no matter how fast I wanked. Her eyes sparkled. She blushed, but she was paying more than a little humiliation for the view.

I staggered up and released my throbbing, hard dick. I shifted between profile and straight-on angles. Saying anything would have ruined it for her.

She whispered. "You can jerk it if you want." She wanted to see that.

"I'll do it if you do it to yourself."

"Fuck no, Craig."

"You've seen me doing it, all of it." I hedged. "You can do it with your clothes on." I grabbed my big manhood and waited.

Nell stalled. I gave it a fifty-fifty chance.

"I-I'll rub it for you." My buxom sister blasted my expectations. Then she shocked me by turning beet red. It was as if all of her sex-positive snark had met the enemy, my dick, and had surrendered.

Shit, I never imagined I was so big, a woman would compromise her dignity. Nell knows that dick sizes don't matter, except when an engorged, top one percentile, pussy pounder was available in relatively safe circumstances.

As brother and sister, we conflicted often, fought tooth and nail occasionally, but we trusted each other. I was safe. It was late. Mom and Dad only roused for SWAT team home invasions.

I took my hand off of my rampant organ and let it throb naked before her.

She bent her waist and leaned ...

... forward. "I - just - have to." She breathed staring at my flaring, sanctimonious shaft. Out of the corner of her mouth she hissed. "Tell anyone, dear brother, and I'll cut this thing off and taxidermy it for when I get a motorcycle. It'll dangle in the wind behind me." Nell reached out and grasped my amazing prick.

I swooned. "Galaxy stars, Nell, yeah!"

"Hush." Nell squeezed, exploring my stalk's shape and density. Her red face slowly lightened as her shame drowned under curiosity's satisfaction.

"Dang, Nell," I whispered. My loss of breath must be what Sampson felt when Delilah sucked his cock. My big sister had weakened me with just a little groping.

Her inching fingers were building great tension in the natural bulb that collected semen behind my dick. I was gonna cum from just being felt up a little! It was too easy to imagine my sister was enslaved and begging to touch me. I wouldn't be able to handle the fantasy for long. "Nell, I need- I mean I'm gon-

"Hush, Nerd." She whispered. "Just be glad your big sister is rubbing your big cock. Don't spoil it by talking."

Without comment, my sister's exploring fingers gripped me tighter and started pumping the skin of my cock over it's internal core of erectile tissue.

She was the first one to moan. Her body shuddered. I was witnessing a deep fetish being satisfied.

I groaned, and nearly exploded. It was the hottest thing that ever happened to me. I mentally apologized to ShirleyThreeCunt. It's over between you ...