I blame myself for what happened. Although, considering what went down, I don't know that blame is the right word. Maybe "thank" would be more appropriate.
My 26 year old sister Alana had come back unexpectedly early from her night out. We share the house our late parents left us, with me living on the main floor and she living in the finished basement. I was in the basement when she got home. I was in her bedroom, actually. And because she came in the back door, which leads right to the stairway which in turn leads right into her room, there was no way for me to sneak out--especially since I was naked, spread out on her bed, masturbating into a pair of her red, silk panties.
Alana wasn't alone. I heard a deep male voice under the chorus of her giggling. She sounded a little buzzed, he a little less, but neither seemed at all drunk, and they made their way down the stairs with minimal stumbling.
I jumped off the bed and tried to find a place to hide. There was no time to come up with an escape plan. Getting out of the room would come later. Right now I just needed to get out of sight. Fuck. I had been so bold and too foolish. If I'd had my clothes on, I could have just pretended to be looking for a missing sock or something. The words "I think some of our laundry got mixed up" could have saved me and I wouldn't have broken a sweat. But no. I had to have the genius idea of stripping down before coming into her room. Fucking Alana's panties wasn't enough. I had to do it on her bed, too.
They entered the bedroom just as I found my hiding spot. Yeah, some hiding spot. It was dark in the room, especially with the lack of windows, this being a basement and all. There was a little night light in the adjoining bathroom, but it didn't get far enough to reveal where I hid, frozen. I don't even know why I keep using the word "hid". I wasn't hiding. I was sitting in the chair at her fucking desk. If Alana turned her lights on, I would be more obvious, and probably just as shocking, as if there was--excuse the cliché--an 800 pound gorilla in her room.
They collapsed onto the bed without reaching for a light, which gave me a lot of hope. They were mauling each other so passionately that I could speed past them, out the door, and creep up the steps without likely being noticed. But right now they were only half on the bed. Their legs were in my path, and while I could've stepped over them, if they moved suddenly during my escape attempt, they could touch me and I'd be caught. I waited for them to get fully on the bed.
That didn't happen.
The guy was on top, sucking at her neck, moving down her chest as he unbuttoned her shirt. I watched as the faint light spilled over the smooth tops of her fat breasts, sitting snuggly in their D-cups. Despite my fear and jealousy, my dick jumped when I saw the guy lick them. Alana moaned. I was excruciatingly hard.
The guy moved further down, which brought him further into my escape path. Alana was on the edge of her bed, and he crouched there before her, between her legs, kissing her flat tummy just below her navel as his fingers fumbled at the button of her jeans. She raised her hips when he finally undid them, helping him pull the jeans down her long, silken legs. He tossed the jeans away, which landed at my feet, and then he pulled her socks off. My sister helped him by pushing down her panties until he took over and removed them the rest of the way. Her cunt was smooth and bare except for a small tuft of hair above her clit.
I grabbed my dick, surprised that Alana's panties were still wrapped around it. I stroked myself with her underwear as I watched the guy move his head toward my sister's naked crotch. He grabbed her left calf with one hand and took her bare right foot with his other, guiding her right leg up and over as he pushed his hungry lips against her hungrier pussy. She moaned and gasped. So did he.
It was difficult to see all the details in the dark, but I could hear the sounds of the guy's tongue and the engorged folds of my sister's pussy slapping and sliding wetly together. I could just make out the muscles in the guy's biceps tighten when Alana pushed her foot against his hand as she tried stretching and extending her body in response to the ultimate pleasure. She reached outward across the bed with her arms, clutching handfuls of the comforter and squeezing tight as if she were hanging on for her life. She tossed her head from side to side, her hair whipping back and forth before spilling over her face and even into her wide open mouth. She ignored the feelings of her hair on her own tongue and just kept her face contorted that way, doing her best to breathe even as her breaths repeatedly caught in her throat.
Things got really hot when Alana lifted her ass to push her mound harder against the guy's face. They moaned together, but the guy did something else, too. He slid the hand that had been on her calf up her leg and underneath her ass. I could just barely make out in the light his middle finger then sticking up, no doubt finding her rosebud. I knew the exact moment of contact, because my sister growled in amazement and she pushed back down, taking his finger inside of her ass. She screamed and sat up halfway, putting a hand on the back of the guy's head to make sure he didn't stop eating her. But this also put her in a better position to not only receive his finger, but to actively fuck herself against it.
When Alana began grinding and fucking his finger, the guy let her other leg go and placed it on the small of her back, probably to brace her and keep her a little better controlled so she didn't get carried away and break his finger. She was very into this, and soon had steadied herself on the bed with both hands firmly on the mattress while wrapping her legs around the guy's head and locking her ankles together behind him. With her legs she held his face tightly against her cunt, which was so wet that the guy wasn't just licking but loudly slurping away.
Below, while I couldn't see his finger going in and out of her ass, I could see his arm moving up down, and judging from these movements I could tell this guy was fingering my sister's ass very good, hard, and deep. Each time his arm went up, she gave a loud, abrupt cry, then she moaned with both satisfaction and need as he slowly pulled his finger out again. I could tell from her loud, rapid breathing that Alana wasn't going to last much longer.
"Oh God!" she said suddenly, throwing her hands back onto the guy's head so now all four of her limps were clutching him to her. "Don't stop. Suck my clit! Suck my clit!"
The guy must have obliged immediately, because all of the sudden Alana just lost it, and I watched with wide eyes, a dropped jaw, and a throbbing erection as my sister was overtaken by orgasm. I could hear the guy's fevered slurping and I could see him fucking her ass with his finger as fast as ever while she went wild. Her body was loose and tense all at once, but mostly it was shaking with the uncontrollable rapidity of a full blown seizure. She grasped the guy's head with her hands so tight I was afraid she might either suffocate him with her cunt or possibly squeeze him until he passed out from the pressure on his brain, but this guy was a trooper and took everything she threw at him. She screamed and screamed, but nothing distracted him from his expert work between her legs.
When Alana's orgasm finally subsided, she collapsed back onto the bed, her body mostly limp, but not before grabbing the guy gently by his ears and guiding him up to her. As she laid back, she pulled him on top of her, pulling his still clothed crotch up against her naked, wet pussy and wrapping her legs around his waist. She also pulled him in for a kiss, not just planting her lips against his but licking his face first, hungry to taste herself. When they did kiss, she sucked at his tongue and devoured his mouth with the eagerness he no doubt exercised on her when he'd been eating her out.
She was still mauling him that way when Alana reached down and began unfastening his pants and tugging them off. The guy was out of breath, so he turned his head for a moment to get some air as Alana sucked and licked at his cheek, still streaked with her juices.
The problem with this was that when he turned his face, he was also turning right toward me. While I was in complete darkness, he was likely more adjusted to it by now, and I swear I could see the exact moment in his eyes when he registered that I was present, and I'm sure he saw me come to that realization.
"What the fuck!" he said, but Alana was in a frenzy and not listening. She pulled at his face with her lips and snuck her tongue in his mouth as he spoke, slurring his last couple words. She had enough control over him that he didn't bolt upright and start freaking out--he was too deep under her spell, and yet I, of course, couldn't be ignored.
"Who is that? Is there someone else here?"
