Upon returning home, I began spending as much time as possible with Shannon, laboring to get emotionally invested in her as fast as I could, which wasn't difficult at all since Shannon was an amazing girl once I started getting to know her better. She was kind, smart, and funny, and she had huge jugs. All good things in my book.
I slowly found myself enjoying her company more and more, and even though my dick kept acting up, I felt it might actually perform better in the future, just as Shannon had been hoping. Brooke was dating like mad to my utter surprise since I expected her to do her bare minimum, and although she didn't have a boyfriend yet, she was clearly committed to getting one as quickly as possible.
We agreed to reduce our shared time solely to poker nights, so we would stand a better chance at falling out of love; in addition, we ceased all contact via texts and calls and limited our conversations to specific topics. We didn't talk about us at all, so that neither felt pressured by the other party.
***
Wednesday, and poker was on the menu. For two glorious hours, we talked and laughed, caught up on everything, and when the clock concluded our second game, I couldn't be any more dejected. Not seeing my sister and not having her by my side seemed to have the opposite outcome. I was missing her terribly, and I was just as in love with her if not more. It didn't help that for the first time since we had started our poker night hangouts, I lost both games, so not only I couldn't fuck Shannon, I had to orally pleasure my sister and to submit my cock to her throat.
A few weeks later, and not only did I not win two games a night, I was in fact losing both games every week. I couldn't grasp how I couldn't win even once, but Brooke was now an exceptional poker player, and I was nowhere near beating her. Shannon was getting impatient since she wanted us to fuck on the rare occasions my cock was able to give her giant, black tits their proper respect, yet I couldn't go through with it until I won two games a night. If Brooke had found out that I was fucking Shannon without her consent... well, it would have ended badly for me.
So I kept Shannon as happy as I could with the use of my fingers and mouth, but the girl started to deeply pine my cock inside her bald pussy, and her orgasms were weakening with every week she didn't get it; by contrast, I was fairly content being sucked twice a week: once by Shannon and once by my little sister. Shannon was an excellent cocksucker, better than all of my ex-girlfriends, although nowhere near Brooke's outrageous cocksucking master class. No one could suck a dick better than my sister. She was in a level of her own.
***
It was Saturday, and my mother just woke me up for lunch. I got dressed and was descending the stairs when my eyes were blinded by a heinous spectacle. Just at the bottom of the stairs my sister was standing. She had a guy standing next to her, raping her mouth while grabbing her tight little little ass over her pussy-length skirt. I felt like my heart might stop beating from the ache of watching the woman I loved, my pure, virgin baby sister being handled like a cheap piece of meat in my own house and in front of me nonetheless. The possible implications of it had also stricken me with fear.
Brooke might have fallen in love with that guy, and since I was still in love with her, it was ominous to me; then I started fearing that she might ask me soon for him to pop her cherry. Oh god... I just wanted to die right there and then. Although a blizzard was raging in my soul, I didn't want to make a scene and was resolved to ignore them both.
I reached the bottom stair while gazing at them mouth-fucking each other just two feet away from me. I couldn't say anything although I was more than eager to. Fortunately, I had always had a remarkable serenity about me and could contain myself even when despicable acts were taking place just under my nose.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!!"
"Honey, what happened?!" Mom cried, trotting out of the kitchen.
The happy couple was startled and separated tongues with the guy looking scared shitless and definitely more embarrassed than my sister.
"Josh, are you alright? Why did you yell like that?" my sister calmly asked, not even seeming half surprised by my reaction as she tried pretending to be.
Mom joined us, breathing heavily from her run. "Josh, what happened?! Are you okay?!"
"Am I okay?" I darted my eyes about in bewilderment. "Your daughter is being mouth-fucked by a complete stranger in your own house, and you ask if I'm okay?"
"Josh! I asked you not to use this language here. And he's not a complete stranger; he's your sister's boyfriend."
I goggled at Brooke. "
Boyfriend
?"
"Yes, Josh. You seem very troubled by it."
"Have you no respect for our dear mother?! A woman at her age shouldn't witness such atrocities taking place in her sanctuary!"
"Josh, I'm perfectly fine with it, so no need to speak on my behalf. And what do you mean
at my age
?"
"Mom, do you fucking mind?! We're talking here!"
"Um... sorry, man. We didn't mean—"
"You shut your mouth! What's your name?!"
"I'm Tom. Jeez, man, calm down."
"Calm down?! Listen
Tom
, why don't we take a ride to your house, and I'll start mouth-fucking your baby sister in front of all your family while feeling up her fucking ass! How about that,
Tom
?!"
"Joshua! I'm very—"
"Yeah, I know, Mom! I'm just as appalled as you are. Don't worry, I'm handling it. Tom is taking me to his house, so I can mouth-rape his sister."
"Joshua!"
"Stop fucking yelling at me!"
"Tom, why don't you wait for me outside? My brother has yet to take his 'mood stabilizers'. I'll be out in a few minutes, babe."
"Okay, babe. Uh... sorry, man."
"Fuck off!"
The fucker stepped outside and closed the door.
"Where are my fucking cigarettes, Mom?! Jesus fuck! What a retard..."
"Joshua, I'm shocked by your behavior! You go out right now and apologize to the poor fella. Just as your sister brought—"
"Mom, let me; I'll handle it."
"No, Brooke! I'll handle it! He had no right—"
"Mom! I said I'd handle it." My sister struck a hurting pose. "I'm used to his disgusting behavior by now. Let me talk to Josh for a moment in private."
Our mother left us to the kitchen. "You should be ashamed, Josh!" and yelled right before disappearing out of sight.
My sister looked into my eyes but said nothing.
"You're such a fucking whore!"
"So we can establish that you are indeed troubled."
"Oh,
really
? How did you figure that out, Einstein? Where are my fucking cigarettes?!"
"How about trying looking for them in your room?! Filthy mouth!" my mom kindly replied from the kitchen.
I climbed up the stairs and entered my room. My sister followed and shut the door behind her.
