The day that I discovered the power of bartering with my brothers was the best day of my life. It was a long day filled with victories and forbidden pleasures. Let me tell you all about it...
The alarm clock went off that morning disrupting my sleep and instead of hitting "snooze" like I had the last five times, this time I actually rolled over to turn it off, figuring I should probably get up at some point. A drowsy glance at the clock revealed that the time was 8:45AM. I shot up in bed with a gasp. Damn! I was late for work again! By the time I got to the office I would be over an hour late. And to top things off, I'd woken up horny. I hated when that happened, especially since my boyfriend had moved out a month ago. I really wasn't getting my sexual needs met anymore, but between working and going to college full time, I just didn't seem to have any free time to party or meet anyone.
I was feeling pretty sorry for myself and, more importantly, my poor lonely wet pussy. It desperately needed some affection. I knew I could quit my job and still pay tuition, then I'd have more free time to find a lover, but I liked having extra cash for my addiction -- clothes and shoes.
I hopped out of bed and got ready as fast as I could, but still made time to make myself look good. After all, a girl could never tell when she might find a sexual prospect. When my shiny dark hair was straightened and smoothed, my plump lips accentuated with lip gloss, and my dark doe eyes emphasized with a little mascara, I went into my bedroom and put on the sexiest suit I owned that really hugged my ample tits and round firm ass. I wore a low-cut, tight fitting top underneath the jacket. I then jumped in my car and sped to work. I arrived at MagnaTrue Corp, and was immediately told by the secretary that my boss wanted to see me in his office. I gulped and thanked her, then headed to his expansive corner office.
When I walked in I saw Aaron Peterson, my boss and my oldest brother, sitting behind his desk typing on his computer and wearing a look far too serious for his 25 years. But then again, running an entire department was putting a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. He was bearing it well, though, since unlike me he actually fit into this fortune 500 company culture. He was wearing a very expensive black suit that fit his tall muscular body well, and a royal blue tie that matched his eyes. His dark, almost black, hair was cut neatly, and his chiseled face was clean shaven and smooth. He looked really handsome, intelligent, rich and powerful. As usual.
When he saw me come in and flop down into the chair opposite his desk, he raised his head to look at me, then abandoned whatever he was doing to give me a reprimanding look.
"So, they tell me you were late again," he said, his eyes boring into me with agitation. "For the fifth time this month. Tell me...Why exactly is it that you can't get up on time?"
I was very used to his lectures; being five years older than me he'd always acted more like a parent to me than a sibling, and even more so in the past couple years since Dad died. Even though I was now 20, he still felt that he was an adult and I was a child. Of course, I knew my irresponsible behavior didn't help matters, but I wasn't ready to be the grown-up responsible adult he was always trying to get me to be. I just wanted to have fun!
"My alarm didn't go off," I whimpered, pathetically, and did my best to look truly sad and regretful. "I'm really sorry, Aaron."
"Mia, 'sorry' just isn't going to cut it anymore," he said, scooting his chair back from the desk and rising to his feet. "I can't just let you break all the rules, just because you're my sister. People see you coming in late you know! There's only so many times I can make exceptions."
"I know, but I promise I won't be late again!" I said, as I watched him lean against the edge of his desk in front of me. His pants pulled a little tighter around the crotch area, hugging what I knew was a very impressive specimen of manhood. It reminded me once again of how much I was missing sex.
Then I had an idea. I thought of a way to get out of trouble, and get some sex at the same time. Win win!
"I'm sorry, it's too late for that. I can't keep making excuses for you," he said. "I've had to write you up twice already, and that's after the dozen other times I've let you slide. This is your third official strike. That means I don't have any other choice but - "
"Don't fire me, please! I need this job! I'll do anything you want!" I said, looking up at him with big pleading eyes.
"What I want is for you to come to work on time like everyone else!" he said, exasperated. "Is that really so much to ask?"
"No! I'll do that! I'll do that, I swear! And if you cover for me just one more time...I'll do anything else you want, too," I said, sultrily.
To illustrate my point, I unbuttoned my jacket and showed him my cleavage. I even leaned forward a bit to make sure he could see directly down my tiny tank top to the large round D cup breasts nestled in my black lacy bra.
Aaron's eyes enlarged, I could tell he hardly believed what I was doing or suggesting, but at the same time the look on his face said he was tempted. I cupped my breasts in my hands and began to fondle them, watching in triumph as the bulge in his pants grew. It had been a long long time since we'd messed around. In fact, we had only really fooled around once a couple years back when I was 18.
It was right after dad died and we were all in an emotionally frazzled state -- me, my three brothers, and my mom. Aaron and I got really drunk one night and were trying to console each other. Somehow I ended up giving him a tit job until he came all over my tits. The next day he felt really bad about it and apologized like crazy, then took me on a massive shopping spree. I thought it was funny because I wasn't even mad. Why would I be? I'd enjoyed what we did. But of course I let him assuage his guilt while I spent goo gobs of his money and picked up more sweet handbags and shoes for my wardrobe.
The truth was, I'd wanted to do more kinky things with him after that night, but at the same time I didn't want him getting spoiled. So I'd held out until the time was right. And that time was now.
"We really shouldn't..." he said, seeming to be talking directly to my breasts. "It's really not right...to do that again..."
"Why not? We're both consenting adults, and nobody would know," I said.
I reached out and took his hand, putting it on my tit. His eyes seemed to light up as he began to fondle me, using both hands now, squeezing and massaging the big mounds of flesh in his hands.
"C'mon, Aaron. Aren't you horny?" I asked. "And guess what? I have something much better in mind for you than just a tit job this time."
He looked at me with eyes hazy with lust. He swallowed hard. "Y-You do?" he asked.
I nodded slowly, then licked my lips.
"Okay, lock the door," he said, eagerly.
"Yay!" I cried, and got up to lock the door. Then I turned around and walked back over to Aaron, taking off my jacket. I tossed it on the chair and knelt in front of him, reaching out to run my hand up and down his crotch. "Well well, someone is pretty horny this morning."
I wasted no time in unfastening his pants and pulling out his cock. It was as beautiful as I'd remembered: long and thick with a flared head. Fat and heavy, straight and smooth. I pulled my hair out of the way and leaned my head down toward it, looking up just a second to enjoy seeing the shock on his face as he realized I was actually going to suck it. Then I darted my tongue out and swirled it around the head. Ah that first taste, what a thrill!
"Oh my God," he gasped. "I-I can't believe we're doing this."
I just smiled and started to lick his cock and stroke it with my hand. He placed his hands down on the desk to steady himself as I ran my tongue up and down the length of his cock and around the head again and again. Then I took it in my mouth and began to bob my head, sliding my warm wet mouth up and down his engorged cock. I was in heaven. I loved sucking fat cocks so much, and his was so sexy, I loved the way it felt on my tongue. The fact that he was my brother did nothing to deter me, in fact it probably only turned me on more.
"Oh Mia...God you are good at that," he said, as I sucked and slobbered on his fuck stick.
I moaned to myself as I pleased him with my mouth, turned on by the knowledge that he was currently fucking my face, and my horniness hit an all new level. I put a hand between my legs and pulled my panty seat aside to rub my slick shaven pussy as I kept sucking and tonguing him. I then let my tongue swirl down to lick his balls. I sucked on them gently one by one before returning my attention back to his cock, taking as much of it into my mouth as possible.
He watched me intently while I pleased him and myself. The more my own pleasure intensified the hungrier I became for his cock. Soon I was pushing it back farther and farther into the recesses of my mouth until it reached my throat. I suppressed my gag reflex and slid it down my throat. Aaron let out a moan of intense pleasure as my throat milked his cock all by itself.
