Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 1 - Sex Stories

Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 1

... and I. Nell will come to her senses at any second and leave me dry, but because of this moment, I'll never watch porn again.

"Are you about to cum?" Nell didn't say it in the excited way that porn stars talked. She was transfixed with hope. Her voice trembled. Her hand pumped faster.

"FUCK YEAH!" I exclaimed. Years of training had toned the muscles around my epididymis. When the inevitable orgasm shattered my senses, a huge length of cum rope ejected upward, arcing higher than my sister's eyebrows. It crashed down along her arm, her hand, and my young junk.

Suddenly, Nell jerked forward and crammed the head of my prick into her mouth, sucking me instantly as if she could not allow her brother's next blast of sperm to be wasted.

My orgasm was shattered by an incredible second, massive orgasm! "GODS, NELL!" I howled. The bulb at the base of my prick fired an even larger mass of hot cum into my sister's gullet, triggering her throat to gulp successive gushes of her brother's virile machine gun. I grabbed her head and thrust my dick as far as I could into her face. It was sheer instinct.

I instantly felt sorry and released her right away.

She ripped her head off of my dripping tip and snarled. "Fuck, Craig, I was just about to cum big-time when you grabbed me!"

"I'm sorry!" I dropped my voice. We had shouted too much already. I strained to hear beyond the door to my room. "I didn't mean to."

"No, you idiot, I missed out because you let go!"

"You wanted ...

... me to stab your throat and choke you?"

"It's not like that-"

Footfalls, in the hall.

Abruptly, Nell and I panicked to clean my cum and pack my junk back into my pants. She licked her arm frantically. I nearly cut my dick zipping up too fast.

Then a knock. "Is everything all right in there?"

Nell took charge. "Go away, Dad. Your baby girl and idiot son are fucking on the floor."

"Well, crud, you don't have to get testy about it. Your mother and I heard you two yelling."

"We're just arguing, Dad. We'll try to keep it down."

"Go to bed and fight in the morning. You'll be more rested and less testy."

I guessed 'testy' was our father's word of the day.

"Sure. Whatever." Nell stood up dissatisfied. After we heard Dad close their door, she went into the hall, neither of us uttering a word until then.

"That was - weird." I tried.

"Don't think you can control me with that thing." She grimaced and marched away.

During the night, I dreamed of grabbing my mother's hair and cramming my fat, spurting cock down her throat! I woke up in the morning, shamed by a creamed crotch. After racing to the shower, I returned and changed the bedclothes, hiding the cum soaked sheets far under the laundry in the utility room's giant hamper.

Mom greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. "Aren't you the bad boy?" She grinned.

"Huh?" Had my mother suddenly become psychic?

"Nell told me about last night."

"Oh." Roll with it, Craig. You don't know what Nell said. ...