Nick felt his whole body pulse with lustful energy. He could hardly pause to think, or to believe his luck. He had just fucked Elisabeth. And the best part was, he got away with it. No one stopped him in mid-stroke and yanked him away, pulling him kicking and screaming and trailing cum into a psychologist's office to have his brain lobotomized. No magickal portal into Hell had opened up and swallowed him whole. The sex had been so intense that Nick even stopped wondering about Mary and Victoria.
His breakfast, or what of it he could bring himself to eat, was delicious. He felt his mother's eyes pounding into him excruciatingly, as though trying to probe him to find out what was different. But he kept his eyes down and pushed his eggs around on his plate thoughtfully, hoping she would eventually lose interest in the matter.
Nick was so caught up in his own mixture of pain and pleasure that he didn't notice that his sister Elisabeth was only picking at her food, and he was surprised when she stood up suddenly and in a quivering voice told her mother that she was feeling ill and wanted to stay home from school. He didn't know what to make of that, but a sideways look from Elisabeth told him to agree.
"Oh yeah, Mom, I've been fighting a sore throat since I woke up this morning. Something must be going around."
Nick felt his cock spring to life as his sister looked at him. A wave of raw lust flowed through his body. He was a little afraid that his mother would notice smoke coming out of his ears.
"All right, you two. I know you've been under a lot of stress over the news of your father's office catching fire. I suppose it can't hurt to let you skip school, just for today. I will be heading over to your Aunt Angela's house to do some planning for Grandpa's 80th birthday party bash, so I won't be home for most of the day. I expect both of you to be on your best behavior. I don't want to come home to find you drinking or watching television.
"Yes, ma'am," Nick said, his voice catching in his throat. He couldn't get the pictures of his sister's exposed body out of his head. He could almost smell her cunt, and the images were driving him wild. He felt his balls tighten and closed his eyes, trying to focus on not messing up his underwear.
"Nick, why don't you help your sister clear the dishes?" his mother suggested, giving him a sideways glance.
Nick motioned to the humongous bulge in his pants with his eyes, hoping his mom would get the hint, but to his immense embarrassment she just shrugged. Was this really the woman who had been sharing his bed for the last couple of weeks?
He grinned nervously, stood up and began clearing the table, concentrating hard to imagine putrid zombies eating monkey brains to make his erection subside. But the moment he looked up from the dishes to see Elisabeth standing in front of the sink, nervously rubbing the back of her ankle with her other foot, it involuntarily shot right back up to life. Nick cursed himself under his breath, turning red in the face.
What the devil was the problem with him? He had finally fucked Elisabeth, just like he wanted to do forever. He should be feeling triumphant, powerful. He had no reason to be to be quivering all over like a boy about to wet his pants. Why was he so messed up inside?
Nick carried the plates to the sink. He stacked them next to the glasses and silverware his sister had gathered and grabbed a dish rag, all the time being very careful not to look at Elisabeth. He felt that one more glance and he would lose all control and have her right there and then on the kitchen floor, whether his mother was looking or not. He didn't want to risk it.
He took the dishes one by one from Elisabeth, purposefully focusing on the porcelain to keep from seeing the soft dainty hand that offered it to him.
Even the zombies in his head were having an orgy now, pushing their hapless victims to the ground and pushing their cocks into their ass and pussies while nibbling at their brains. It was sick and twisted, but he couldn't stop it. The very motion of his hand wiping off the dishes reminded him of masturbation, thrusting in and out of the glasses, his fingers and cock in his sister's pussy.
His mother grabbed his shoulder and he turned and looked at her. Damn, her lips were so red and moist, he was making to kiss her before he came to his senses and abruptly stopped himself. Fortunately, no one seemed to notice.
"So, I'm going now, remember as the oldest you're the man of the house," Susan said casually, picking up her keys and cell phone from the kitchen counter. She walked out of the kitchen, wiggling her butt from side to side in what Nick was certain was an obvious attempt to torment him.
"Um, Elisabeth if you don't mind finishing up here, I'll be in my room," he said and ran off before his sister could stop him.
He needed to get some privacy pronto, to take care of his massive hard on. He was already absent-mindedly unzipping his fly, like he sometimes did on the way to the bathroom, but he ducked into his bedroom instead, like he told Elisabeth.
He was already hard enough to come, but he knew that it would be that much sweeter if he held off just a bit. So he decided to indulge himself a little, by reading a bit of an Internet porn story he had downloaded earlier.
He unbelted his pants and pulled them down to his ankles to take some of the pressure off his swollen balls and began to read, stroking his cock.
The story was about a young girl (eighteen years old of course) who, under the influence of a hot female Satan in high heels, was having wild, crazed sex one by one with each of the arch-angels. The story was really hot. Nick especially enjoyed the part were the Devil, demonstrating her own sexual prowess, straddled Michael, who was her twin brother. It caused images of his own earlier escapade to swarm back into his mind, and he would have come there and then, except the Devil in the story sort of half-reminded him of something unpleasant he could not remember.
Nick shrugged it off and continued reading. And by the time the last of the arch-angels had his second orgasm, Nick climaxed as well, fantasizing with all his might that the wad of tissue paper he was shooting his hot load into was really his sister's pussy.
He had just tossed the tissue into the waste-paper basket by his desk when the door opened and Elisabeth appeared, looking sort of bashful.
Nick felt her presence like a shock wave through the body. Damn, it why did she have to look so cute and bashful, so sisterly, when he knew her to be a power-hungry temptress, always willing to give him a little thrill while seeming totally indifferent? What right did she have to act to pure and innocent?
"You weren't just masturbating?" Elisabeth said, nearly stammering.
"Yes I was," Nick replied with a harsh sort of 'deal with it' inflection in his voice.
"I...well.." Elisabeth stammered, staring down at the blue carpet and blushing profusely. "I was going to take a shower and was wondering if you wanted to join me. But if you just got off, you probably wouldn't be interested."
Nick suddenly felt ashamed of having been harsh. He was being as moody as pregnant woman or a girl during her period. "Um, Elisabeth, well I don't know how quickly I'll be able to get it up again, if that's what you're interested in," Nick replied more gently. "It sometimes takes some time, even for me. But I would be honored if you'd let me wash your lovely breasts and pussy for you. I promise to do a very thorough job."
Elisabeth blushed, but nodded her head. Nick grabbed her by the hand and led her into the bathroom, not bothering to pull his pants back up from around his ankles.
