#5

  I looked into her eyes, and I knew that she was feeling the same thing I was.

  Without a word, Sarah leaned in and pressed her lips to mine.

  The kiss was soft at first, but it quickly grew more passionate as we lost ourselves in the moment.

  As we kissed, I could feel her hands moving down my body, exploring every inch of me.

  Suddenly, I felt her hands move toward the waistband of my pants, undid the snap, and slowly lowered the zipper.

  Once open, one hand went back to my chest, and the other hand, damp with probably nervous sweat, slid under my underwear and over the coarse hair on my pubic mound until her fingers reached my already rock-hard cock.

  “You’re hard~ Am I making you feel good?” she asked.

  “You’re the only one here,” I smirked.

  Sarah beamed and pnted a kiss on my lips.

  As I enjoyed her kiss, I felt her fingers dig through my thatch of coarse hair. Then, as she wrapped her hand around my shaft, I felt her give the base a hard squeeze.

  “You know, you were a bitch to me…” she said. “And now, you want to make up? By what, becoming my fuck toy?”

  “...sounds tempting. But I’ll pass.”

  I saw her brows furrowed, not liking my answer. But I don’t care.

  “I want to be close to you, as siblings, that’s true. I know I’ve done a lot of bad things. I hurt you a lot of times… and I’m willing to make up. That’s why I’m here... but certainly not in the way you are expecting it to be.”

  “So, you’re just doing this to make up with me?” she looked upset.

  I turned around and looked at her.

  I rub her cheek with my thumb, “Yes, and no. I’m doing this because I wanted to. Not just because I owe you. Clear the differences between the two, stupid sister.”

  “...really?”

  I reached out and cupped her breasts.

  She didn’t react.

  I kneaded them gently a few times and said, "Just so you know, I was not the one who was watching porn and masturbating in the living room.”

  “Touche~” she grinned. Then suddenly, she looks at me. “Is this really what you want? You’re not forcing yourself, right?”

  She’s probably afraid of hurting me or making me feel bothered.

  Looking at her, I yanked down my jeans she had unzipped, leaving me with my underwear. I caught her staring with wide, serious, eyes. I even noticed her bite her lower lip and stare at my body intently as if trying to engrave the image of my naked body in her mind forever.

  Man, she’s beyond help.

  “I would not be this hard if I didn’t want it, right?”

  I look at her and put my thumbs over the strap around my briefs.

  She looks down and I look back at her and slowly, I pull down the waistband. Her hands balled into fists, gring at my crotch as I lowered the strap further.

  I had an amusing idea of going slow- posing and moving in slow motion, trying to replicate what I've seen in movies. But somehow, she might get impatient and push me down, so I didn’t dare take that kind of risk.

  If this is gonna happen, I want it on my terms. And of course, on my control.

  The look in her eyes was so scary as if she was already undressing me in her mind. And I doubt she would hesitate to do that.

  Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in.

  I stared at her heaving chest, her breasts moving and swaying deliciously. Her lips were even gently parted, the effect extremely arousing.

  It was absurd.

  Would a guy react this way to seeing a woman naked?

  I suppose it depended on the man.

  I pull my boxers down, dick and balls out in pin sight.

  I showed her that we both wanted this.

  “I did it to you, so why don’t you return the favor?” I asked teasingly before reaching for the top of her head and gently pushing her down onto her knees.

  Sarah moved like she was in a trance until she was positioned, kneeling in front of me, topless and blushing with hard nipples. Her gaze only briefly looked away from my cock, and there was an eagerness in her eyes there that was surprising.

  “No telling mom…?” she said.

  I rolled my eyes.

  “Do you think I would?”

  “Well, you’ve always been the tattletale~” she smirked.

  I grunted.

  Well, that’s probably true.

  I grabbed my cock and forced it down towards her lips.

  “You want it, or not?”

  I pushed it roughly into her mouth.

  Without a word, she looked me in the eyes, still with a gaze filled with tenderness I didn’t think a woman could give me especially, not from my sister.

  Sarah didn’t say anything, instead, while holding the base of my cock between her fingers, she leaned down and kissed the head; the tip of her tongue encircled it, feeling the soft, velvety, smoothness of the skin.

  I felt myself shiver in pleasure as I felt the warm, moist flesh wrap tightly around my girth, and I could not help but hold her shoulders as she took more and more of my shaft into her mouth and sucked on it. She pulled me as far inside of her mouth as she could and while sucking started to pull her mouth away.

  I looked down at her, watching myself going in and out of her mouth.

  I groaned, fist clumping up around her hair.

  I had a beautiful woman, not to mention, my beautiful sister, on her knees, sucking me off.

  I'll admit it, that was a common sexual fantasy I had as a boy, and as a younger man, and also at that age as well, but until I came to this world, it had been completely unattainable and ridiculous.

  "Fuck,"

  I breathed out.

  In response, her tongue wetly pped against the underside of my cock, starting to put the work in. There was an erratic, seemingly random pattern as she traced out patterns around my shaft.

  After a few seconds of doing that, I could feel my legs wobble faintly, and I just colpsed onto my ass on the edge of the couch, losing strength from her incredible blowjob that was blowing my mind completely.

  “You’re too good at this sis… have you done this before?”

  “I wish,” she mumbled before pushing her nose right up against the base of my cock, leaving a wet kiss on the underside as she nuzzled against my crotch.

  “I would suck someone’s cock if they let me, unfortunately, all men are cockish.”

  Cockish?

  I smiled wryly at the outndish term before letting out a loud moan. Sarah was happily rubbing her face against my stuffy dick and smelling it, sticking her nose into the pubic hair at the base and taking a deep breath.

  As I was enjoying the moment, suddenly, the sound of a car stopping outside caught our attention. Immediately, my sister looked at me.

  “Mom,” she said.

  Immediately, we jumped out of the couch in panic.

  Sarah grabbed her towel and the fsh drive that contained her porn stuck on the tv, before running toward her room, leaving me in my own, hurriedly wearing my briefs and jeans.

  That ungrateful bitch!

  She didn’t even let me finish!

  She was running to her room as if she was being chased by a serial killer.

  And she's fast!

  But it's not like I can bme her though.

  The moment I managed to button my jeans and took a deep breath to calm myself down, the doorbell rang out.

  …

  “I’m home~”

  When I heard her voice, I stood up and immediately greeted her.

  Right in front of me was a beautiful woman.

  Long, bck hair that stretched to her knees, with a svelte figure and unblemished, unmarred skin.

  She was tall, with a rather slender physique.

  Her style was not quite that of the suburban housewife: she wore a long-sleeved slimming blue and white sweater, and simirly form-emphasizing pants. It felt vaguely tomboyish if I had to put a word to it.

  She was none other than my mother- Angeline Williams.

  She was thirty-five years old and worked as a head nurse at the local hospital. She had medium-length, long, bck hair and a pretty face; big brown eyes, and a sweet smile.

  She wore her dark almost coal-bck hair in a very young stylish sort of way that made her look ten years younger- pulling her hair tightly into a ponytail on one side yet framing a sophisticated gorgeous face with perfect makeup accentuated by bright red lipstick.

  In addition to that, she had a figure that I’d seen several men and women give notice to- a huge pair of rge breasts, along with a tight firm ass that looked spectacur in a pair of shorts.

  My mother’s eyes raised as she saw me, with a modicum of surprise, especially when she heard me greeting her and welcoming her back. Something, I usually won’t do.

  Honestly, I was doing this recently, but until now, it’s still a shock for her to see me there with a smile on my face and welcome her back. Nonetheless, she was so happy that she didn’t seem to care about my transformation.

  “I’m home, honey,”

  She happily responded and even gave me a big hug.

  She smells so good, I thought as my head was pressed against her bountiful chest, my face buried in her wonderful cleavage.

  I could feel the incredible softness, and a hard nub scraping against- she was not wearing a bra… I realized.

  My erection that is still hard twitched violently, and once again strained against the fabric of my pants, hoping she didn’t notice it.

  Fortunately, she let go of me immediately.

  “You’re te Mom,” I jeered.

  Though I was sweating bullets.

  My mother was carrying some things, so I took the initiative to take some of the packages that she was carrying.

  I could not get all of them, since they are pretty heavy.

  Even a pstic bag full of vegetables was enough to make me grunt from the heaviness.

  Was it really that heavy, or I was pretty ‘weak’… I don’t know.

  Even still, Mom was carrying four bags of them. And the one I took was already the smallest. But my mom was holding them like they weighed nothing.

  Quite a superhuman strength…

  Feeling my pride injured, I tried to pretend like it was nothing, and even take another bag.

  But, mom stop me.

  She then grabbed the pstic bag I was carrying and said, "Go back and sit on the couch. Thank you, but Mommy is fine,”

  “Mom, I can carry them,” I insisted.

  “I know. My good boy is strong… but this time, let me. Okay. Just watch the tv, I’m alright,”

  Well, she does have a point.

  Though I didn’t want to accept it, she was stronger than me.

  So, I shrugged my shoulders and gave her the bag.

  “Where’s your sister?” she asked as she passed me.

  “She’s in her room, sleeping, probably,”

  “Again? Haa, that girl, seriously,”

  She let out a helpless sigh and walked straight to the kitchen.

  I went back to the living room and continued watching TV.

  Fortunately, nothing seemed amiss or anything that could make Mom suspicious.

  The pce was clean.

  Fortunately, we didn’t turn the TV on, or else, we would probably not have noticed that Mom had arrived. Things might get problematic.

  I was watching an action film, with, of course, a woman protagonist.

  I noticed, most of them were.

  It was about an alien space invasion, with the protagonist hard at work saving everyone.

  It was like a cross-film between- Rambo and Alien Movies.

  The protagonist is quite hot, especially with bulky muscles that could make you sweat.

  She would put Arnold and Dwayne to shame with that physique.

  The story was subpar, but the stunts and CG were incredibly good.

  I can even say it’s better than Hollywood.

  The space battles looked too real, and even the Aliens seemed like real existence caught on camera.

  I got hooked on it immediately.