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Graduation day dawned bright and early on Monday morning and knowing mom she had been up since 6AM to make sure our family and friends luncheon went flawlessly.
"Rise and shine, sweetie, today is the big day." John pounced me. "Let's take a shower before mom comes back," he whispered, nibbling on my ear.
"Where'd she go?" I asked blearily.
"Picking up groceries for this afternoon. Come on," he said, taking my hand and pulling me up. "No way in hell am I gonna be able to get through the day without getting a hard on every time I look at you, especially if you don't help me out now."
John and I had spent the weekend inseparable from each other and we both knew it was going to be much harder with mom around.
We were naked before we even got to the shower. Hot water beat down on both of us as we rubbed our slick naked bodies together. Then John turned me around, clutching my breasts, his cock rubbing between my butt cheeks. He rubbed his hands down my back until finally pushing my neck down so my hands came to rest on the edge of the bathtub.
"You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this to you," John grunted as he worked his cock into my tight pussy. "Every time I saw your tight ass in those little bikini bottoms I just imagined what it would be like to bend you over and fuck you hard."
I gasped as he pushed his way into me. I was still sore from the first night and the night after that but I yearned for him to fill me up. I felt just as tight as the first time. He grabbed my hips and forced me back on to him.
"Even the other week when my buddies were over and you decided to go for a swim. We all saw you prance by. God, do you know what I had to listen to after that?"
"What?" I asked. "I wasn't prancing!"
"Call it what you want. I had to deal with: would you let me fuck your sister? I would rip that girl apart. I wonder if her tits look as good out as they do in that little top."
"Really?" I gasped as he rammed himself into me harder.
"Really. And the only thing I could think the whole time was how bad I wanted to fuck my little sister too."
"Jonnie," I moaned. He was being relentless.
"Problem?"
"No," I whimpered. I wasn't used to this side of him but my sopping wet pussy was a dead giveaway of how much I loved him taking control. Every time he slammed himself deeper into me my pelvis ached and I couldn't help but moan—unsure whether I liked this new feeling or not.
He reached around me and started toying with my clit. "That's what you like, isn't it?" he asked as I moaned loudly.
Before I could respond my pussy started clamping down on his cock hard as I came.
"Oh fuck, Cyn. That's it, cum for your big brother."
His hot cum filled my still pulsating pussy. The slam of the front door shocked me out of my post orgasmic bliss. I spun to face John, whose wide eyed expression reflected my own.
"Mom," we whispered in unison.
"Shit, shit, shit," I said, starting to panic.
"Just stay here, finish your shower. I'll leave. She won't even notice." He planted a kiss softly on my forehead.
"But John—" I tried to protest. What if something happened? I pulled him close to me again. I was sure being discovered would mean the end of everything for us.
"Baby, stop," he said as my lips sought his. "The sooner I go the less chance we have of getting caught."
I nodded, resigned. He was right, of course. I finished my shower and tried to focus on getting dressed and ready for the luncheon. I donned a tight, strapless, floral mini dress and examined my reflection in the mirror. The only thing I could think was if John would think I was beautiful or not. My legs reached a mile long, lean and tan, and the swell of my breasts were just visible. I slipped a pair of wedges on and examined the image before me. I looked like a California beach babe. I just hoped that John would know it was all for him.
"Hi, mommy," I said as I walked downstairs. "Welcome home."
"Oh, honey, you look beautiful," she said, stroking my hair.
"You do too." It was clear where my looks came from. I really was my mom, nineteen years younger. We looked similar even down to the sun dresses, although hers was long and flowy where mine was short.
"Doesn't your sister look so grown up?" she asked John.
He grunted a nod, barely looking up at me. I wanted to yell at him—make him notice me. But I knew I couldn't.
"Help me set out the appetizers, will you?" she asked me. "And, John, make yourself useful and be sure to change your shirt before the guests arrive."
I helped my mom set out the food and pop champagne before the guests arrived while John went outside and swept the patio.
"Fill me in on what's been going on while I was away," my mom said. "How was the end of school?" "You know it's not really the end until today," I said.
"I know. But I remember how it was, as soon as that last class is done you check out and the parties start."
I nodded. She always knew. "So, did you have fun at the party? You were safe, weren't you? You know how I feel about drinking and driving."
"You know we wouldn't. We walked, no problem."
"Did you...meet anyone?" she raised her eyebrows meaningfully.
"Mom! Really?!"
"I just remember my graduation parties. Everyone thinks, 'oh I'll never see these people again, here's one last go' and that's the night everyone hooks up. Kids say 'hook up' still, right?" I rolled my eyes. "Yes, kids still say that. We had fun, that's all."
"You're still so shy." She tucked a lock of my hair behind my face. "You know you can always talk to me if you any questions."
The party was really going to be nothing like the one over the weekend. Mostly mom just invited as many people who called themselves relatives as possible. John came downstairs as the first doorbell rang. My mom went to the door and John joined me in the kitchen.
"You look so amazing," he murmured, slipping his hand around my waist.
My breath caught as he touched me. "So do you."
