The end of Jessica Sullivan's second semester at college hadn't turned out the way she planned. Sure, there were classes, new people, and parties but after going home for spring break there was something else always at the back of her mind. And at those parties, it always found itself front and center, drawn out by the watery beer and plastic handles of liquor.
She had never been one for one night stands and she still wasn't but she found herself drawn to the guys who felt big as they ground their crotches against her ass. She would have rolled her eyes at them normally but something had changed inside of her. A couple of times when they weren't the usual college jackasses, she even let herself be pulled into an empty room but she was always disappointed that they never measured up to what she truly wanted. The few guys were almost as disappointed as she left them holding their own cocks.
The thought of the biggest, thickest cock she ever saw invaded her mind even as the largest cock she had found at school filled her sight as sighed in disappointment again. She didn't dwell on why she never did anything else but look but her mind always flashed to her brother's face as though it hoped he had snuck out from home and to her school. While the mental intrusion was bad enough in her drunkenness, it started to consume her idle mind the rest of the time. Looking for something to occupy her mind, she studied harder than she had ever before. Her professors were surprised and encouraged her to keep up the good work.
If only they knew why.
Still, classwork could only take up so much of her time so she looked for new activities on campus. Most of the ones she could join were the ones where you sat around talking about whatever subject the club was organized around. She didn't want that. She got her fill of sitting around, talking, and thinking with her renewed focus on class. Her mind had its distraction, now her body needed one. When a spot opened up in the intramural ultimate Frisbee league, she jumped at it.
Since quitting cheerleading, she had gotten pretty lazy about exercise and the first few sessions with her new team had her bent over, gasping for breath. That made her realized she needed to get back in shape. Helpfully, the campus gym was in the same quad as her dorm building. Her hand-eye coordination had never left her, and in a couple of weeks she was the best player on her team, dragging them to a respectable finish in the league. Seeing the final results made her happy but the league finished three weeks before the semester did, leaving her with her thoughts again.
It got worse when on a drunken night two weeks before finals her friends again pleaded with her to show them her party trick again. She had refused their multiple earlier calls, thinking that separating action and thought would help her control her mind but she must have had one too many drinks that night. Her friends whooped and hollered as she pushed the thick, rubber cock into her mouth then throat. They begged her to do it again then again then again, all while they howled with laughter and cheered her on. At first, their loud enthusiasm annoyed her but when the rubber balls hit her lips for the fifth or sixth time she let out a soft moan and rubbed her thighs together, now glad their excitement masked her own. She forced herself to stop much to their disappointment then threw the spit covered cock at them.
If she was honest with herself, it felt fantastic for her throat to feel so full, so fantastic that she bought herself a duplicate 10 inch dildo. Unlike the ebony one her friend had, she took way too long in picking the color that came closest to what she saw in her mind's eye. At first it quieted the urges but soon the thoughts quickly came back even worse. The dildo filled her throat and pussy and teased her ass but the cold feeling when it was inside her was worse than the emptiness when it wasn't. Besides, she could never get enough leverage on its length to fuck herself as she wanted, as she imagined the strength the person could fuck with.
The night after her last final, she walked out of a party before she could find herself in an unfamiliar room again. Nothing there would have satisfied her. Only what was back home would, and as she breathed in the summer night air, she decided she would be satisfied.
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James Sullivan couldn't help but be disappointed when his sister came back from college. He felt a little guilty for feeling that way but now that she was home mom had made it clear that they couldn't do anything unless they were absolutely sure where she was going and how long she was going to be gone. They had come so close to being caught the last time Jess was home. If it weren't for the motion-sensing lights in the back yard, his sister might have found them lying naked wrapped in each other's arms in mom's bed on the verge of sleeping. After that close call mom put her foot down.
After almost two months of complete freedom, Jess was unknowingly torturing him by just being around. He could feel the resentment build inside him which he had to hide from her, and mom, but in the past two months he had grown used to waking up with his cock in mom's throat and falling asleep with it in her pussy. Going from having sex multiple times a day to only jerking off once during his morning shower and in his room at night was driving him insane. It didn't help that Jess had taken to wearing shorts and camisoles around the house. Or maybe she always had and he never noticed because she was his sister.
Maybe fucking mom had made him see just how hot his sister was?
It kinda made sense after he thought about it. Seeing one family member as a sexual creature made him see another family member in the same light. Soon, it wasn't just mom he fantasized about during his daily shower sessions but also his sister's full lips, bigger tits, and thicker ass. His fantasies about Jess took on a different light though. With mom, he knew what she liked, what she felt like, how she tasted, how she sounded. With Jess, his imagination ran wild which was a problem when it happened while he was in class and an even bigger problem when it happened at home.
In reality it was a combination of the two. Jess had always worn shorts and camisoles around the house. Her camisoles had grown shorter, exposing her midriff when she reached up to grab things. Her shorts tighter, wrapping her firm ass in a second skin. All in hopes to draw her brother's eye. She had also stayed home more often this break with the excuse of missing them both in the hopes of hampering their activities. The teasing seemed to be working. She had caught James staring at her a couple of times. He always quickly looked away like he was some shy high school kid, which he was when she thought about it.
For all her planned deterrence and teasing, she did the worst thing to her brother and mom without knowing it. Mom had gotten a room in a hotel an hour away the day after James's graduation. The plan was for him to join her later that day, giving them an entire afternoon and night to fuck each other's brains out. Jess spoiled it all when she claimed the other car, saying she needed it to go out with her friends and as the older sibling it was hers. She couldn't understand why her brother had gotten so mad, even after she offered to drop him off at his friend's house before she did her own thing.
James essentially stopped talking to her after that day, and it hurt her far more than she thought it would. Mom told her that he was being a silly boy and that he'd get over whatever was upsetting him. Mom also told him that but he didn't care. The thought of what they would do in that hotel room for a week since mom had told him about his graduation present filled, among other things, his mind. He couldn't believe Jess had screwed them over again. He especially couldn't believe mom could be so nonchalant about it.
Once her brother had graduated, he spent a lot of the day lounging around the house when he wasn't hanging out with his friends. Jess had hoped them being alone in the house would change his behavior but he didn't speak to her the entire day. The second day after his summer break started and he still didn't talk to her, not even thanking her for making their late breakfast. Jess decided to do something about it.
The next morning Jess cooked his favorite breakfast: pancakes with bacon and soft-scrambled eggs. More important than the menu was what she wore. She didn't know when her brother would be up but she waited until around the time he had come down the two previous days. Most of the pancakes were done with the bacon in the oven and she was moving the eggs around in the pan to make sure they would cook slowly when she heard a crash behind her.
James couldn't believe what his sister was wearing. Gone was the camisole. In its place was a tube top, and while she still wore shorts, they were so short the bottom curve of her ass cheeks peeked out of them. He had seen more of her skin when they were at the beach but this was the first time he had seen so much since he started thinking about her in a way a brother shouldn't have been thinking about his sister. The view distracted him so much he walked straight into one of the chairs surrounding the kitchen island.
