Bab 2419: MY BITCH SISTER
Becca was a true and utter cunt. I consider myself a nice guy, and a gentleman at that, but when it came down to it there was no other way to describe her. Let me back up and explain what's led me to lose my cool like this.
I'm a senior in high school. I'm pretty young for my grade, and turned 18 at the end of the year. Between being a pretty scrawny guy, and worrying more about my grades than my peers, I'm considered a pretty big geek.
I'm not too worried about it though, because I've gotten a scholarship to Yale and deep down I know that people there will look beyond the fact that I'm not rippling with muscles or 8 feet tall. In the meantime, it kind of blows though. I haven't had much sexual experience...well, none outside of a girl that I dated for a year. But I'm not here to talk about that.
I am here to talk about the other sexual experiences I've had: Becca. Becca is my sister, and is the total opposite of me. She's over six feet tall, and is an intimidating woman. Her athletic frame is matched with pretty large breasts, and though she has a pretty face she's kind of a bitch, and it makes her pretty imposing. Boys and girls alike in school tended to yield to her, she's an alpha female, if you will.
She's also really unlike me in that she's dumb as a bag of rocks. Becca barely graduated, and college wasn't even a thought for her. Despite being 23, she's still living at home with my parents. She works as a clerk at some fashionable store at the mall, selling skinny jeans to bitchy teens. She parties every night and has no real prospects for the future. I can't emphasize how different we actually are, but the night that everything started is a pretty good example...
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I was up late in my room reading a physics textbook. Despite doing very well in my classes, I wanted to get a head start on some of my college classes next fall. Becca always complained that the light coming from the crack of my door bothered her, so I had to read with a small clip-on reading light that also served as bookmark. There was no way she could see light from my room, but I didn't have the energy or balls to argue it.
Despite the clock saying it was 2 A.M. I was wide awake. I thought about going downstairs to get some soda when I heard Becca come in. I could wait; I wasn't thirsty enough to warrant an encounter with drunken Becca.
I heard giggling and extra footsteps as she stumbled up the stairs and past my doorway. We were the only two bedrooms on the top floor, my parents' master bedroom was on the main floor. This happened surprisingly frequently: Becca would come home drunk with some random guy, give him a sloppy fuck, and then send him packing in the middle of the night.
No matter how I tried to time it, I never saw the guy in the house. I always wondered what kinds of guys she was bringing home, and could only see them as they walked down the driveway an hour or two after arriving. Becca was an objectively attractive girl, and I imagine she had her pick of the pack when she went out to bars. I secretly shuddered as I thought about my girlfriend being attractive and having sex with boys, and went back to my textbook.
I heard Becca's door close as they went back to her bedroom. She was usually pretty quiet, but tonight she must have been especially drunk. I groaned as I knew what I was in for...a long night of hearing Becca's sex sounds while I tried to study. It was pretty rude, not to mention undignified.
My physics book beckoned as I heard Becca go through the routines. Our headboards shared a wall, and I unfortunately knew too much about her sex life. First started the familiar slurping as I realized she was giving him head. I'd gotten a couple blowjobs before, and never really understood the appeal. Sure, it felt good...but not good enough to warrant all of the fuss people made about it. Maybe the girl just wasn't good at it, I don't know.
I started rooting around for my desk to look for my headphones. I tried not to make a lot of noise, because if Becca knew I was awake she'd get pissed at me and call me a perv for still being awake. As I started to open my desk drawers, I heard Becca burst out laughing. That was a new sound; I figured by now she'd be fucking him senseless.
"Shut up!" I heard the guy boom, too loud for this late at night.
"Oh my god, it's so small!" Becca was making fun of this guy's cock.
I felt bad, but also kind of intrigued. Having limited sexual experience, I saw most of the dicks I'd seen in porn, and knew that was hardly realistic. I figured my 6-inch penis was modest, but probably not huge. What if she was laughing at this guy's 6-incher though?
Suddenly I felt really insecure. Becca had a way of getting under my skin, even if it pertained to something I didn't know or care about. Before I knew it, I was tip-toeing to my door. I wanted to peek.
I'm not sure why, but some force was driving me to see this guy's dick. Maybe that sounds like a gay thing, but it was entirely an issue of insecurity and validation. I wanted to know how small he was, and if I was small too. I figured Becca and her suitor were too drunk to notice a Peeping Tom in the crack of the door.
I crept to the door and slowly turned the knob, waiting to hear a break in their conversation. They were bickering back and forth, and Becca was still laughing, more rambunctious than she was before. She was clearly more drunk than usual.
"Jesus Christ, you told me you were hung!"
"Well, I kind of am..." the guy was holding a pillow over his dick. At that point I probably could have left, it's not like he was going to flaunt it.
"No, you're not, Chad." She held her hands on her hips, and I realized she was totally naked from the waist down. I guessed that the slurping sound I'd heard was Chad going down on her, because her vagina and thighs were glistening as though they were wet. "That's the most pathetic dick I've ever seen."
"It just needs to get hard!" Becca crossed her arms cynically. "Seriously, just...fluff me up a bit, you'll see!" Becca approached him on the bed and stood between us, blocking my view. She got down on her knees and moved the pillow off his lap, bobbing her head up and down in tiny motions on Chad's flaccid cock.
I felt my own cock starting to harden at the sight of this guy getting blown. I tried to keep my eyes off my sister's sculpted ass as her body moved slightly with every bob of her head. "Well?" she asked as she took a break.
"Keep going," he said as he pushed her head back onto her cock. "Yeahhh, just like that..." I slowly rubbed my cock as I watched my sister blow this guy through a crack in the doorway. Suddenly she stopped and looked up at him.
"Ok, it's rock hard and it's still tiny Chad. I don't have time for this shit." She leaned over and cracked her neck in discomfort, revealing Chad's bright red dick. It WAS tiny. It must have been two or three inches, and thin as a pencil. I suddenly felt like a horse, watching this handsome, chiseled man shamefully cover his little prick.
"Fucking bitch," he spat as he pulled his jeans over his dick and started to zip up. "Just as well, I probably would've gotten hepatitis or something from your ass."
"Fuck off," she shooed him toward the door. Realizing my compromising position, I quickly sprang back to my room and quietly shut the door. I clenched myself against it, hoping that I hadn't been seen or heard. Chad stormed down the stairs and out to his car, and I called it a night.
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The next morning, my parents and I sat at the breakfast table. It was a Saturday, and Becca had to work, but she was sleeping in of course. "Can you pass the orange juice, Ma?"
"Sure, sweetie." My mother was a sweet woman, and I'll never understand how Becca came from her. I clearly got my build from her, as we were both short and wiry.
"Someone wake her up," my Dad barked from behind his newspaper. My Dad and I both had no patience for Becca. If my Mom didn't have the patience of a saint, Dad would've kicked her out a long time ago. "She's going to be late for work again, and God help her if she loses another job..."
"Oh honey, she's just a kid." I rolled my eyes at my Mom. "Dave, will you do it?"
"Sure," I grumbled. I didn't want to go do it, but Becca never got up unless it was me or my Dad...and Mom didn't want that. I pushed my chair back and started to trudge up the stairs, afraid of awakening the dragon. "Becca?" I knocked on her door.
No response.
"Becca?" I tried again and waited, figuring I had to go in. "I'm coming in," I called out as I opened the door, covering my eyes. I looked and saw Becca lying in bed on her stomach. A huge drool stain pooled from her mouth onto her pillow and sheets. She was wearing a tank top and a pair of pastel yellow panties. They hugged her shapely ass and caught the light coming through the window, and I felt a twitch in my pants. "Becca!" I shouted.
"Ugh, what?"
"You need to get up," I tried to say over her groans. She was clearly in one of the most miserable hangovers I'd seen.
"God, tequila is not my drink..." I forced an awkward chuckle. "I don't even remember getting home last night."
"You don't remember coming home? Or how you got here?"
"No," she sat up and squinted at the sunlight. "Why, did something happen?"
"No," I quickly responded. "You just fell coming up the stairs." I was trying not to stare, but I could see her tits through the side of her tank top. It was loose-fitting, and her tits were enormous. It was taking all of my willpower to keep from getting caught. Just last night I'd seen her ass and pussy too, I was starting to get a little horny at the memory of it.
"I did?" she wiped the crust from her eyes. "That explains the pain,"
"Oh?" I was sort of surprised to hear she'd hurt herself, considering that I totally made up the stair thing.
"Yeah," she swung her legs off the bed and put her elbows on her knees. She was bending down and staring at her feet like she was going to puke, but unknowingly giving me a wonderful view of her full cleavage. My cock started to grow to full length as I tried to turn my pelvis to conceal it. "I wouldn't expect you to understand, since you're a loser," she scoffed and looked up at me. My eyes shot up to meet hers. "But booze does that. You wake up not remembering what you did or why you're hurting. Happens to me all the time."
"All the time?"
"Yes, Dave. That's what happens when you have friends and go partying. You drink, you black out, who knows what happens. The next morning you rally and make it through a day of work, then go out and do it again."
"Well, that sounds dangerous." My mind was racing as I realized that my sister probably didn't remember any of her late-night callers. How many dudes had she banged while blacked out? How much cum had she swallowed and never remembered? "I can't imagine not knowing what happened for an entire night."
"Well that's cause you're a dork," she stood up and waved me out of the room. "You don't understand anything fun. Get out of here, I need to get ready for work."
I shrugged and walked away, closing the door. I left it ajar, standing around outside for a minute to peek again at her body. My cock stood at attention again at the sight of her removing her tank top. Her back was to me as she dug through her closet to get a towel and shower, but I could see the sides of her tits. She stripped off her panties and I was reacquainted with her beautiful, round ass. Even though she was a lean girl, she had a thick ass that jutted out like a shelf from her hips.
I bolted back to my room, feeling like my cock was going to tear out of my pants. Within a minute I had a wad of tissues ready in one hand, my eager cock in the other. I furiously pumped my fist up and down on my cock, thinking about Becca's body. She was such a bitch, but she had a gorgeous pair of tits. I wish my old girlfriend Lizzy had tits like those. I imagined squeezing and licking them, and sliding my cock in between them.
That may sound weird, but I was still picturing my ex-girlfriend...just with nicer tits. My sister's tits. And after a minute, my sister's ass. My hand was flying back and forth over my dick, and all I could picture was those tits bouncing up and down while I pumped. I was even picturing Becca's pussy. The sight of it soaking wet last night was stuck in my mind, plus it was the first time in a long time I'd seen a pussy in real life.
Before long, I was full-on masturbating to Becca. It felt weird, but I didn't care. I felt the pressure starting to build up in my balls, but I cringed as I heard footsteps approach my door. "Fuck," I thought. I had a spotless track record in terms of not getting caught masturbating. I should have just put my cock back in my sweatpants, but I felt like my balls were going to burst if I let go. I heard the doorknob turn just as I passed the point of no return, and cum started shooting out all over my arm and hand, missing the tissues. "Shit!" I struggled to put my cock away, but it was too late.
"Hey Dave, I just wanted to -- " Becca walked in, wrapped in a towel, to see me holding a tissue and what was clearly cum all over my arm. She started laughing and I put the wad behind me.
"What are you doing in here?!"
"What are you doing?" She kept laughing, trying to peek around me and see what I was holding. "Scratch that, it's pretty obvious," I was mortified as she turned around and started to head back out. "I was going to ask if you wanted a ride to the mall with me when I go to work, but it's pretty clear that you've got all the friends you need right here."
"Fuck," I thought. That was embarrassing.
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As the day went on, I stopped beating myself up about the whole Becca thing. She probably assumed I masturbated anyways, I'm an 18-year old guy. It's no secret. Plus, she didn't see anything, so I figured it could've been a lot worse. I knew she wouldn't tell my parents or anything, because she knew I had a ton of dirt on her.
I had the house to myself while my parents were out furniture shopping, and found myself pretty bored. I would've liked to go to the mall, if the car ride wouldn't have been so embarrassing. Still feeling kind of horny, I wandered into Becca's room.
She could've just walked out. She didn't have to laugh and make jokes about me jerking it, or point out how lonely of a person I was. So I didn't fuck a different person every night, that makes me a bad person? I was proud not to be a whore, and the more I steamed about it, the more I embraced my anger towards her.
I started rooting around in her hamper, looking for panties. I found a few pairs, and started to hold them up to my face to see which ones still smelled like her. The yellow ones from this morning had a strong scent coming off of them, and I felt my dick harden as the primal parts of me roiled up. I sat at her desk and started playing with her computer, slowly stroking my dick with her panties.
"Let's see what you're up to, you fucking bitch." I went through her picture folders, hoping to find something good. There were some shots of her kissing guys and girls, and a few of her squeezing her cleavage together in low-cut tops. Nothing great though. I dug around and still couldn't find any sex pics or videos, and sat back to sniff her panties some more.
Then her email chirped. She'd gotten a response from her friend Laura, to an email entitled "omg dave." I opened it up and dropped her panties at what I saw. She'd emailed Laura right after walking in on me jerking off!
This was bullshit. The email detailed how she walked in and found me "plastered in my own cum." She said that she knew I was a loser, but didn't realize that I sat around masturbating all day. She and Laura had exchanged a few messages back and forth, with Laura being an even bigger bitch and saying that "she knew all along that I was a pathetic loser."
I was livid. I hated Laura, and always had, but for some reason I was disappointed in Becca for sharing such an embarrassing moment. If she had a shred of social grace she would have kept it to herself, but that's not Becca. My cock dropped instantly as I thought about Becca and Laura laughing at me with their friends, a few of whom I'd had a crush on since I was younger. I truly was a loser. Downtrodden, I put her panties back in the hamper and stormed back to my room.
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The rest of the night was bad for me. Mom and Dad's anniversary were coming up, and they always got touchy and gross. Luckily, it was late and they were in their bedroom downstairs, so I didn't have to witness anything after the dinner-time gropefest.
I spent that Saturday night the way I spent most of them: alone, reading, and miserable. I buried my head in the books, figuring that I was better off if I stuck to something I could understand and master. Nothing to judge me or make me feel insecure, just facts.
I was still fuming though. The worst part about the whole situation was that there was nothing I could do. I couldn't tell on Becca for betraying me without incriminating myself for jerking off. I couldn't confront her about it, because she'd just make me feel more miserable. As always, I was totally powerless.
My watch beeped to indicate that 3 A.M. had rolled around, and Becca still hadn't returned yet. I was sort of relieved; usually if she wasn't home by now she was staying at a friend's house or something. Unfortunately, I heard the front door a few minutes later as Becca started her trek upstairs.
The footsteps were loud and uneven, and it sounded like she was alone. I unconsciously clenched my fist into a ball, still pissed at her. I could embarrass her too, but she knew I never would. I could tell everyone how big of a whore she was. Or point out the obvious: how big of a failure she was. She thought she was so pretty, so smart, so popular...and what has she done with her life? All she apparently did was black out every night and teleport home.
That's when the most dangerous thought occurred to me. She blacked out. A lot. I could do all sorts of shit to scare her. My mind started racing at ways to pay her back. I could leave her hand in water and she'd pee herself. Wait, what was I, 8 years old? I could leave a broken condom next to her and freak her out. I could take pictures and put them on the internet.
I made the familiar creep to Becca's room and tapped on the door to see if she was awake. "Becca?"
"Ngh," she grunted back at me.
"Are you okay?"
"Mhmm," she gargled back at me. She was absolutely hammered. "I just need to go home,"
"Ok," I played along and gently closed the door behind me as I entered the room. She was ass naked, lying on her stomach on her bed. "Why do you need to go home?"
"To sleep," she mumbled. This was priceless. I thought about going to get my camera to record it, but I was frozen at the sight of her buck naked, only a few feet away from me. She rolled over to face away from me, her tits swaying as she clumsily tried to kick her sheets down. It was a pretty hot night, and her fan was off.
I felt my cock hard as a rock again, and looked down at her body. The moonlight came through the window and made her pale skin almost glow. She had a very pretty complexion, and it was ass if the night was highlighting her body in the dark room. "Becca?" She didn't answer.
"Well shit," I thought. There was no use recording her if she wasn't saying stupid stuff. I let my eyes take in more of her as I got closer. I was standing over her bed now, stroking my dick as I neared.
Her body was so perfect. I wished she wasn't my sister, and that she wasn't such a bitch. If only I'd dated a girl like her, I would've felt like a million bucks. I probably wouldn't have been such a nerd, such a late bloomer in life. I was fully masturbating as I hovered over my sister now, my eyes glued to her ass.Becca?" I asked, making sure she wasn't awake. A devilish thought came to me as I decided to finish masturbating in her room. I looked around, hoping to get her panties or something to cum in. Then it came to me. Here was Becca, drunk as I'd ever seen her, and clearly blacked the hell out. I was going to cum on her.
It was the perfect crime. She'd figure that she banged some guy and sent him out again. I'm sure it wouldn't be the first time she woke up with some guy's cum all over her. I froze as Becca rolled onto her back, rolling her face toward me. Once I realized she was still passed out, I continued pumping furiously.
Her tits were heaving in the hot air, and beads of sweat ran down her cleavage onto her neck. Her pierced navel rose and fell irregularly, as her drunken body tried to cope with the massive amounts of alcohol. I slowly lowered myself towards her tits to get a closer look. My cock was inches from her face, and I felt her hot breath on it as I continued to pound it. I was so close to cumming.
I was a man possessed at this point. Becca was unconscious. If I wasn't entranced with her naked body, I would've been worried about alcohol poisoning. Between my hormones and my anger, all I could think about was her puffy nipples. Her C-cup tits were perky enough to stay in place while she lie on her back, and I lowered my head down to give them a kiss. With a quick flick of the tongue, I looked over to her face to ensure she was still asleep. I reached my hand down and gave her right breast a grope, feeling my cock jump in my hand. It had been so long since I touched a woman's tits. Another squeeze made my cock jump again, this time brushing it against her lips.
I was out of control at this point. My cock was almost ready to blow, and my sister was lying there to fulfill my every whim. With a final summoning of my willpower, I pushed my cock against her lips and felt her take me into her mouth. I almost came then and there, the salacious nature of this situation intoxicating me. She groaned as she rolled further toward me to take my cock into her mouth, almost instinctively. I continued pumping my dick harder and faster, feeling my sister's tongue and lips wrapped around it.
She was drunk alright, but this was a deeply-programmed response. I considered bringing her hand to my dick but thought it was too risky. I looked down and fondled her tits once more, and slammed my cock as far down into her throat as I could. She grunted more responsively than I expected, and I immediately pulled out. It was too late though, as the cum was building up in my balls and I was over the edge. I jumped back and grabbed it as it started spraying rope after rope onto Becca's face and pillow. I finished pumping just as she wiggled into a more comfortable position, relieved that a cock wasn't violating her mouth anymore.
My jaw was on the floor. She didn't know what happened! My sister was drunk, sleeping in a pool of my cum, after the best blowjob I'd ever gotten! My head was swimming as I stuffed my junk away, figuring I should get out while I could. As I made my way back into my room, I had a thousand ideas.
Was I a rapist? This was gross. On the other hand, she was a whore and if I didn't do it someone else would. Better me than some creep that could knock her up or give her a disease. Plus, she was a bitch. She deserved it. Maybe I found a source of free blowjobs? Or at least free jerk-off material. At the very least, I felt vindicated. I'd embarrassed her, even if she didn't know it, and it felt good in every possible way. And best of all? I'd gotten away with it.
...or so I thought.I woke up the next day almost forgetting what I had just done. Judging by my raging erection and carnal dreams, you'd think I hadn't gotten off in weeks. Still, my mind immediately jumped back to the night before and taking advantage of my blacked out sister.
I bounded down the staircase for breakfast, to find my parents sitting quietly. My Dad was reading the newspaper like he always did, but there was a palpable tension surrounding the table. "Oh God," I felt a flash of panic, "what if they know?!"
"Could you pass the milk, dear?" My mother got no response from my father, and was forced to awkwardly lean across the table to grab it herself. Without a word, Dad folded up his newspaper and pushed himself away from the table. The silverware clattered as he stomped out of the kitchen. "If you're not going to eat with us, will you at least wake up Becca?"
Becca. I realized she was probably still lying naked, covered in a pool of cum. My cum. Since the slut couldn't keep her clothes on, I'm sure Dad had woken her up in the buff before...but this could end up blowing up bigger than I intended. "Is everything alright?" Mom looked genuinely hurt, and I wasn't used to seeing them fight.
"It's fine honey," she smiled at the gesture. She had kind eyes and I saw more of her in me every day. Becca and my Dad had the temper and the muscles, but Mom and I had the brains and the heart. "Last night was...not as relaxing as we'd hoped."
"Ew," I blurted as I realized that Mom was talking about anniversary sex. I tried to block out thoughts of them humping, although my curiosity got the better of me. Could Dad not get it up? Maybe he finished early. Maybe he wanted Mom to do something she wouldn't. I tried to think about anything else when Dad came down without Becca.
"She's in the shower," he commented. I wasn't sure if I was relieved or upset that someone didn't catch her with a face full of cum. Mom shrugged and they went back to their awkward breakfast, which I was determined not to be a part of. I made an excuse about wanting to read in bed and left them alone, figuring they should hash out whatever happened or didn't happen last night.
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I ate and read and even tried to sneak a peek at Becca in the shower, but couldn't get a good enough view. My room was a bit of a mess so I began to gather up plates and cups when I heard a car outside. I was bringing some laundry into the hallway when I heard familiar voices downstairs at the front door.
"Hi Mrs. Vinnet," Laura greeted warmly. She was a bitch, and knew just how to talk to parents so that they thought she was an angel.
"Well hello, Laura," Mom answered politely. "How's work going?"
"Great! I have off today so we're going to a museum. And Steph is back from school so she's coming too!" Stephanie was Laura's older sister, who I'd only met a couple times. She seemed nice enough -- way nicer than Becca and Laura -- but she never seemed to notice me.
"Becca's upstairs if you'd like."
The girls came up the stairs as Becca was leaving her room. She was wearing a tiny pair of bright red shorts and a mechanic's shirt that was half unbuttoned. It had the name "Rob" embroidered on it, but I'm sure nobody's eyes paid attention to the name so much as the tight wifebeater underneath that was stretching to cover her tits. "Why would she have some dude's name on her shirt," I wondered. It could be from some dude she blew, or maybe it was a fashion way, either way it was something I didn't fully understand.
Becca was putting on her earrings and didn't see me as she softly asked the girls, "Do I look good enough for a sex club?" Laura and Steph had eyes as big as saucers when they saw me behind Becca in the hallway, and Becca turned white as a ghost when she pivoted to find me standing there.
I backed up without even realizing it, Becca's imposing form bearing down on me with her two intimidating friends flanking her. "You didn't fucking hear that, ok?" I was more afraid than I'd like to admit...Becca's a girl and while I may be outright stronger than her, she was definitely bigger and meaner than me. And her cruelty probably reached depths that I couldn't even fathom.
"O...ok." I managed to eek out.
"If you tell anyone what I said, I'll tell them all about how I walked in on you playing with that little dick of yours." My face flushed red as I saw Laura burst out laughing. Steph tried to politely stifle a giggle, but bringing her hand to cover her face was proof enough. I was so mad, I wanted to defend myself and say that I wasn't playing with myself, or that it wasn't small. I wasn't really sure if both of those were lies, but it wouldn't help anyway.
"Oh my god, seriously?" Laura was almost snorting with derision. "Ugh it's so gross, I never even thought about it. I forget that little pissants like Dave have dicks."
"If you could even call it that!" Becca and Laura burst out laughing, and I saw Stephanie frown. The two were clearly enjoying this, but Stephanie was uncomfortable. Not uncomfortable enough to actually say anything, but it was some sort of solace in this personal hell of mine.
"Don't you guys have a museum to get to?"
Becca smiled and rolled her eyes. "Yes, little brother. Don't worry, we'll leave you so you can fuck your sock girlfriend or whatever."
---
I was beyond pissed. It was one thing to joke with Laura, who I'd dealt with since I was little. She'd blossomed early into a young woman, with small shapely breasts and short blonde hair that came down to her neck. I'd come to terms with having a second Becca looking down on me.
But Stephanie was different. She was basically a stranger, but she represented everything that Laura wasn't. Laura spent most of high school with boys, whereas Stephanie went to college. Laura had an edgy, hip haircut but Steph kept her brown hair in layers down below her shoulders. Still, Stephanie couldn't have been that different if they were going to a sex club.
I wasn't even sure what that was, but I was going to find out. The thought didn't occur to me until a little after they'd left, so I had no hope of following them. Instead I looked around on the internet for a bit. There's no sex club search feature, because they have to be more covert or something, but there were adult video stores and toy stores that advertised booths and stuff. I figured I'd drive around until I found Laura's bright yellow Volkswagen Beetle in a parking lot.
The first few shops were disappointing. It turns out that "booths" are exactly that -- a booth that you rent to watch a movie or jack off in. One of the stores actually had windows in their booths so you could jerk off watching someone else, but that wasn't any help. There was a woman working at the third store I checked who seemed fascinated with my presence in her store.
"What uh...brings you here?" When I realized that I was the only scrawny nerd kid among a group of big, bearded truckers I figured I might be out of place.
"I'm looking for a group of friends...they said they were going to a sex club but I don't really know which one."
"Oh honey," she leaned over the counter to give me an eyeful of her cleavage. She was pretty, but her jet black hair and lipstick didn't do her much good. Plus she had all sorts of piercings in her nose and lips. Still, she seemed sweet and certainly less scary than Becca. "They probably meant like, one that meets in someone's houses. Like a private thing."
I felt like an idiot. A sex club, like a book club. "Well shit. I was hoping there was like...some huge sex party in a warehouse or something."
The woman laughed and leaned back. "You're cute. There's not too many of those places, and they're pretty gross. I mean, I run a jerkoff hub here and even that's kind of on the line for me. No offense, but you don't strike me as being trashy enough to go to a Mike's or Rebels."
"Mike's?"
"Yeah, it's a sort of sex club I guess. I mean, it's a bar and club, but at nights the bathroom scene is great. It's a Sunday morning though, there's no way they went to Mike's."
"And what about the other one?"
"They may have gone to Rebels, if they're really big whores." She laughed in a really charming way, and I felt myself smitten with how polite and welcoming this girl was. "Rebels is the bar at the country club. There's a lot of rich golfers there, and they pay beaucoup bucks to fuck young whores. I've never been, but it's sort of legendary."
"Thanks! I didn't catch your name by the way."
"It's Barley." I cocked my head, confused. "It's my version of a stripper name."
---
Barley's tip was right on the money. I went to the country club, but I was only able to get in because my friend Harold was a caddy on the golf course. He agreed to let me in, but only if I didn't start any trouble. As far as he was concerned, I was there to find Becca and give her house keys.
I'd dropped Harold off and picked him up a few times, and was fairly familiar with the grounds. Once he left, I immediately headed towards the servants' stations and found a busboy apron.
Before I knew it, I was in the Rebels' Lodge, a magnificent bar that sat at the top of the pro shop, overlooking the greens. It was actually really impressive, and I paused to look out the window when someone yelled at me to bus a table. I didn't actually expect to need to use the disguise, or for it to work, but before I knew it I had a bus tray full of martini glasses.
I was wandering around the bar when I noticed that there were no girls whatsoever. Was I in the right bar? Or was Barley just fucking with me? I trudged into the kitchen, the gross smell of restaurant hitting me in the face as soon as I swung open the double doors. I heard giggling and saw some trampy girl leading a guy that had to be Dad's age into a hallway at the end of the kitchen. "I promise," she pretended to be serious as she led him by the hand, "I'll be worth every penny you paid Mal."
Looking around to make sure nobody was watching, I tip-toed towards the hallway and poked my head around the corner. There was another double door, and nobody seemed to be around. I approached it and tipped it open an inch, only to find a short, dark hallway with a bunch more doors. I lost the apron and took a deep breath, figuring this was my shot.
I thought the hallway wasn't as empty as I thought -- there was a man standing next to the double doors waiting, and he grabbed me as soon as I walked in. He was big and black, and had a douchey goatee that matched his tight-fitting muscle shirt. I was definitely in the right place, for better or for worse. "Where's your date?"
"Mal uh...told me to join in." I wasn't sure if that was an incredulous lie, or maybe it was how out of place I was, but the bouncer eyed me up and down and then nodded.
"Who you joining?"
"I asked him to surprise me," I felt like I was really pushing my luck. "Any suggestions?"
"There's one cougar who's been working a few guys in Six. There's a fine trio of ladies that came in an hour ago, but you'll have to get in line I bet."
"Where are they?"
"They're in Eight." He pointed towards the door at the end of the hallway, with a number eight embossed on it. For a sex club, this sure was classy. I wasn't sure how it worked though...I wanted to get proof of the girls at this club, and lord it over Becca the way she did over me. But I couldn't just walk up to them and snap a photo with my phone; this guy surely wouldn't let me run out the door. I had to find some way to sneak up on them.
Figuring I was already in his good graces, I pushed the envelope even further. "I'm sorry if this is a dumb question, but...how does this actually work?"
"First timer, huh? What'd, your daddy buy you a birthday present?" I nodded, and lied that it was more of a graduation present. "No worries little man. You just pick a room and stick your dick in a hole. Ain't nothing to it; you can watch them through the windows but it's a two-way mirror. They can't see shit but dicks and more dicks."
With a grin, I thanked him and strolled straight to Number Eight. I opened the door and was surprised at how dark the room was. It was big and dark, with dividers separating the holes from one another. I was grateful for a little privacy, but the room seemed pretty crowded, with plenty of guys that had their dicks out and were playing with them while they waited their turn.
I walked around the room, realizing that the girl were inside of a second room that was contained within the larger one. It was a simple box of drywall that had holes cut and two-way mirrors all along all four sides of it. On the side opposite the entry to Room Number Eight, was a door for them to get in and out of "The Cumbox," as a hand-painted sign indicated. Maybe it was because this was furthest from the entry, but the side by their entrance was less full. I found one hole that had no line behind the current customer and waited, unable to see inside.
This was exciting -- I was about to see my sister and her bitchy friends servicing what appeared to be a dozen dicks. I was turned on by the idea of it, but I was mostly here to try and covertly snap a photo or a video. The two-way glass would be too obvious to the other patrons, but I figured I could hover my phone over the gloryhole for a little bit and get some evidence. The guy in front of me began to moan and finish, and then he tucked his dick away and gave me a polite nod before leaving.
I stepped forward and readied my phone. This was it, this was the moment. I was going to get indisputable proof of Becca's whoring, and I could do whatever I wanted with it. I could make her drive me around. I could make her give me money. I could make her be nice to me, even. After about ten seconds of recording video, I heard a gap in the slurping. "Hey, are we not popular anymore?" I'd been so preoccupied with recording my evidence and getting my vengeance, I'd forgotten I was in the middle of a sex club!
I looked through the mirror and for the first time realized what was actually happening. Becca had her little red shorts around one ankle, and was backed against a corner of the Cumbox. She was bouncing her ass up and down against one of the dicks coming out of the wall, using her hands to jerk off the two dicks on either side of her. Laura was on her knees in another corner, taking turns slurping at two huge black cocks that looked more like forearms than penises. Steph was the one who was beckoning towards the empty hole in the wall, my hole.
I felt a familiar straining in my pants as her heavy tits swayed. She was walking over, and I was right and truly fucked. I quickly picked my phone away and heard her beg, "come on, don't tell me our fun's over! It's only been a couple of hours!" Her hand began to reach through the glory hole, swiping at thin air as I backed away.
I could see the top of her head through the glass. She was calling to Becca and Laura, but Laura was too busy slapping herself in the face with those two black firehoses, and Becca was in heaven as she continued to work those three cocks like she was skiing. I found myself incredibly aroused, as this was the only time I'd really seen Becca having sex.
I'd heard it, a lot. She was clearly practiced at it, with refined technique that seemed to master both the rhythm and the angle of all three cocks she was working. Even though my sister was getting pounded by strangers in a sex club, she looked...radiant. This was her element, and it was clear that nobody did it better than her. For an instant, I felt the strangest sense of pride.
I must have leaned in too closely, because I felt Steph grab onto my jeans. "Got him!" I began to try and wriggle away, until she found my hard dick in my pants and started rubbing it. It felt wonderful, the way she worked her hand delicately over my cock. She seemed to enjoy rolling it under her palm, and then working her hand up and down every inch slowly. "Aw, see he was just a little shy." I was nearly about to cum in my pants when I realized she was pulling me closer to the hole. "Come on, pull it out!"
I was uncomfortable with the idea of having my dick out, among these other guys, in a sex club. Part of it was feeling insecure, and part of it was the absurdity of the whole situation. Deep down, I wanted to just run away from the club and go home and masturbate until my hands fell off. This was not the kind of scene I felt comfortable in.
All of those worries melted away though as Steph continued to rub my cock, which was now pressing against the gloryhole through my jeans. I looked down in the glass to see her looking up at me, oblivious to the notion that it was me on the other side. Her eyes were sweet, they seemed to tell me it was okay. If it had been Becca or Laura, they wouldn't even have given me a second thought. But here was Steph, coaxing a stranger who was too shy to put his cock in a gloryhole at a sex club. Those big brown eyes stared up at me and I threw all caution to the wind, unzipping my fly and flopping my cock through the hole.
Cheers came from some of the guys as I thrust my modest member forward into the Cumbox. Steph clapped and smiled as she greeted my dick with a kiss. "Girls, what have we here?" Laura turned her head, and it was clear that one of the cocks she was blowing had erupted. Cum was spilling from her mouth like icing on a cinnamon bun, and when she tried to talk the sticky fluid was like gum in her mouth. She choked out an "Oooh" before returning to the second gentleman.
Becca immediately stood from her throne, leaving a bright red dick sticking out like a lever on the wall. She came over and knelt next to Steph, wrapping one hand around my cock. I almost blew my load there and then, having her hand and Steph's lips around my dick. "It's a really nice dick," she commented. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Becca was being nice to someone too? More importantly, I had a nice dick!
"Mhmmm," Steph mumbled into my cock. "He was shy at first, but I'm glad he came out to play!"
"Me too," Becca stood and pushed Steph out of the way a little rudely. She was still grabbing my cock, a bit roughly, the way you'd grab a dog by the collar. She turned around and put her ass up against the glass, lowering her cunt towards the tip of my cock. It took every ounce of my willpower not to cum there and then, feeling the hot steam from my sister's cunt against the tip of my cock. This was not the afternoon I had envisioned.
I was here to get her in trouble, and to get video so that she'd never bully me again. And here, I could see every inch of her ass pushed up against the glass right in front of my face. I could feel the hairs of her cunt tickling my cock as she teased the tip with her labia. Regardless of what I did with that video, I had surely won.
Becca suddenly slammed back against my cock, gripping it with a cunt that felt as strong and toned as the rest of her. It felt like someone had stuck my whole cock into a garden hose, as though it was so tight I was about to rip it in half. Becca didn't seem to have any problems though, sliding her cunt up and down on my dick. She paused for a second when I moaned, and I instantly covered my mouth. "Oh god, did she hear me?" My heart froze as I waited for her to resume, and I almost let out another audible sigh once she did.
I looked through the glass and pictured what it would be like if there was no glass here. I could see her tits in the reflection on the other side of the Cumbox, heavy and voluptuous. I imagined myself wrapping my hands around them, the way I did last night when Becca was passed out. Her hot cunt expertly tracked every inch of my cock, her hips adjusting to the natural curve with every stroke. I didn't even need to thrust myself, she was doing all the work.
I took a moment to look around the Cumbox and saw Steph had moved to the corner Becca vacated. She was eagerly slurping away at the cock that Steph dismounted from. She was such a pretty girl...if I didn't know this was how she spent her weekends, I might have had the courage to ask her out after this. Even the way she sucked dick seemed sweet, as she delicately made a ring with her thumb and forefinger and curled her wrist.
In the other corner, her sister was equally enjoying her cocksucking, although not nearly as gracefully. Laura was using both hands on some lucky guy, her head and fists flying back and forth in a blur. It almost looked like a cartoon, seeing drops of spit and cum flying every which way as she brought the guy to what looked like an Olympic-grade orgasm. Cum was all over her clothes and face, and her makeup was smeared. She didn't look nearly as hot as she did earlier in our foyer, and I was wondering how quickly she could transform from a cum-vixen with jizz in her hair to the polite girl that sucks up to our parents.
My thoughts immediately returned to my dick as Becca began to actively squeeze my cock with her twat. I was in heaven, feeling like I was being milked. "Give it to me baby, cum inside of me." I had to refrain from moaning as I felt my balls well up with a familiar pressure. "Come on shyguy, give me your cum! Pleeeeeeeease!" She slowly worked her cunt from the tip of the head to the base of my shaft as she moaned "Please" and that did it for me.
Within an instant, I felt my sister push her ass against the wall as I shot wad after wad of my cum inside of her. She gave an exaggerated moan as I grunted through my hands, feeling her wiggle against me to get every last drop out of it. She stepped forward, allowing my cock to flop out of her and hang from the gloryhole. She gave it a playful slap and with a smile into the mirror she yelled, "Next please!"
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