All characters are consenting adults.
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I walk into the kitchen, my cock scything through the air with each step. Oddly, Cass isn't there. I think nothing of it as I set the bag of groceries on the countertop, taking out the fruit and bread. I pick out my sharpest knife and a cutting board and go to the sink to wash up. While cutting open the bread bag and putting two slices into the toaster, I make sure to stand a step back from the counter such that my still-hard knob doesn't brush the cold granite.
I then take a papaya and set it on my board and cut it in half.
"So how was your day so far?" I hear behind me.
I spin around, slightly startled, only to see my sister's curvy form saunter into the room. "Fuck, Cass - I didnt't hear you coming!" I gasp, still catching my breath.
"Oh shush," she giggles. "You hear me cumming, like, every time you visit - I don't even try to be quiet. I literally scream every time."
I raise an eyebrow. "Even when Mom's home?"
Her smile falters. "Especially when Heather's home 'cause when Heather's home, you're usually breaking into
her
home," she said with a little pain in her voice.
Blinking as my heart twinges, I quickly hug her.
...tightly.
...then pull away.
"What was that?" she asked, feigning a smile.
"I hate seeing you sad. I'd rather be with you over Mom any second," I kiss her. "Any day," I kiss her again. "Anywhere. You will nev-" I stop as my voice cracks before restarting. "You will never be second to her. Ever."
For several seconds, my sister just beamed at me in admiration, her feigned smile turned genuine. "Do you really mean that, Brad?" she blinked rapidly.
I nod. "Every single word, Cass," I said, calling her by her real name for the first time today. I wanted her to know that I was being real with her before I kiss her again, but deeper than before. Our tongues explored each other's mouths for what felt like an eternity before it suddenly stopped.
"Thanks," she smiles. "I really needed that."
Nodding again, I sniffle. "Don't mention it," I say before drifting back to the counter to continue my chopping.
"You know I mean that, right," she said as I feel her hands sneak up under my arms and onto my chest, sensually massaging a pectoral with each hand.
"Yeah, don't worry, I'm fine now," I say before flexing my pecs for her entertainment which elicits a purr from her against my ear.
"So," she gets on her tippy-toes and rests her chin on my shoulder, almost hugging me from behind, squishing her breasts against my back. "How was the exam?" she asks while continuing her massage, slowly working her way to my abdomen.
"It went great," I say, trying to focus my on my slicing as she lightly scratches my abs with her nimble little fingers. "I'm certain I got at least an A, maybe even an A+. I was super focused the entire time - just about no distractions - all thanks to Mom," I cut the fruit into quarters and reach for another. "She knows how to relax and motivate me."
"
And how does
Heather
do that
?" she whispers sexily, her lips touching my ear and insisting to call our mother by her first name.
I sigh. "Well," I gulp. "First... well, first, she knelt in front of where I sat, and stroked me, and-" My voice caught; right when I said 'stroked,' I feel both of my baby sister's tiny hands on my girthy phallus, gently kneading it.
"
Like this
?" she purrs.
I feel myself blush.
Slowly nodding, I sigh contently. Time slows down as I take in the feeling that Cass's incestuous fingers were giving me. Eventually, they pick up in speed as did my breath. She kept going faster and faster, massaging harder and harder. I close my eyes, gasping for breath, when suddenly, she stops?
I open my eyes, and look to her to see her big, innocent-yet-not-innocent-at-all eyes boring into mine, twinkling. "
You were saying, Daddy
?"
I gulp again. This was somewhat of a game we play when either of us are in the kitchen preparing a meal; the other will do their best to try and make the other person moan and distract them from whatever they're doing. The cook wins if they finish their task while the distractor wins if the cook moans, or stops whatever they're doing. I had to admit, right now, Cass - the distractor - was much closer to winning than I was. I clear my throat for the second time as I feel her little paws cupping my balls. "As I was saying," I start again as I reach for a guava. "She stroked me as she asked about my studying. Eventually," I clear my throat. "She said that she'd 'release my tension' if I'd ate my food... so I agreed to that deal and ate as she took my cock all the way into her mouth and-"
I feel her lightly sucking my earlobe.
I scrunch my eyes before opening them again.
I cut the guava in half. "And... and she went up and down my shaft for almost an hour straight coating it in her thick, viscous spit, just the way I love it."
My sister's practiced hands return to my cockhead, squeezing it and rubbing it the way she knows I love from countless hours doing it.
"The moment I saw her, she got my balls churning - wearing nothing but that adorable little apron that she took off right away... her mouth and lips made sure every drop of cum was going to be released - you know how backed up I get." I chop it into quarters.
"Mmm...
how could I forget
?" she breathes before she snakes her tongue onto my ear, slowly tongue-fucking it.
I gasp as my cock jumps in her hands and a dollop of precum beads out the slit and starts to hang off my cock.
Cass peaks over my shoulder looking down at the little mess I've made, poking my back with her erect, rubbery nipples. She giggles. "Looks like we've sprung a leak, haven't we, Daddy?" she quips before catching the little bead and rubbing it into my shaft as lube.