Author's note: Thanks for reading this short series! This is the last part of the story so I've made it the longest. I hope you enjoy!
Part 1 of 2
Kyle got home that evening feeling burnt out. He dropped his things at the door and lay on the couch before switching on the tv. His mother and father had been out for their date night of the month which left the house free for Kyle to use.
He was watching some series about an undercover cop when he drifted off. He dreamt of how great it was to feel Mrs Jackman's mouth around his cock. It felt a million times better than a hand did. He revisited the scene in her office where he'd stripped her naked, spanked her with the ruler she loved to use on her students and then forced her to blow him.
In his dream however it was even better, although still a virgin, he fucked the brains out of any girl he pleased. He fucked Nancy White, Georgia Tully, Hannah Cranston, Emily Dolan and more. The one person he hadn't fucked was Mrs Johnston, his current teacher. She had been the main content of his dreams throughout most of his high-school life, yet now he did not dream of her.
He was woken by the sound of the tv switching channel. The series he had been watching had turned over to Masterchef or something. There could only be one culprit... Lindsay. He rubbed away the crusted sleep from his eyes as the vision of the room remained blurry for a moment. Finally everything came clearer in his view and he noticed Lindsay was sat on the other side of the room in an armchair watching her show.
"Did you change that?" He asked, groggily.
"You were sleeping? I want to watch tv too." She tutted.
"Where is everyone?" He yawned.
"Mom and Dad are out on their date and Cara is reading some shitty book in her room." She said.
"So we have the house to ourselves?" Kyle grinned.
"Forget it, Kyle." Lindsay turned up the volume on the tv so she couldn't hear him.
She couldn't understand Lindsay. She was the one person that captured his attention so well. She made him feel excited, hot and nervous all at the same time and she was his sister. Kyle figured that the resemblance and the small matter of being related by blood made it so much more exciting than it normally would have been.
That and the fact Lindsay was six years his senior. She was a full grown woman, were as he was still becoming a man. She had sexually matured, probably been with multiple guys and lost her virginity years before he ever would. However, he felt as though his time was coming, it wasn't long until he would insert his prick inside a willing vagina.
He could do it now if he wanted to. He only had to say the words. He could order his sister to make love to him, to pop his cherry and be his first if he really wanted it. But he didn't want it that way. He wanted it to mean something, not to be had with zero emotion or meaning.
He stared at her as she watched the television intently. How her hair parted down the middle behind her ears. How her lips were naturally full and soft. Her skin smooth and tanned much like Maddison's had been. Although Lindsay's breasts were much larger. They were a perky pair of C-cups that stuck out more than they hung down.
Kyle watched the length of her legs curl up on the sofa beside her as she leant across the armchair on one arm. He wouldn't force her again, besides Kyle was beginning to think that Lindsay enjoyed what they'd done. She flashed him briefly that very morning. Yet now she was cold as she always was.
He liked her this way, but he liked her better when she was quiet with arousal, when she breathed heavily and felt warm to the touch. He wanted to smell her scent again. To feel her presence up close, her breath on his skin, her hands roaming his body.
It was his sister he wanted most. He even thought about Cara and his own mother. His mother was a Christian woman, brought into the faith by her own father. She would never be as accepting as Lindsay, she would have to be controlled and Kyle had a feeling that Cara would too.
His cock stuck out of his shorts while they watched tv. The effects of his sexual dreams remained with him as he stared at the television while trying to keep his mind off of fucking his sister right there and then.
Lindsay glanced over briefly at her younger brother. Why was it that he made her so hot all of a sudden? She couldn't remove the stained images of her brothers erect penis from her mind. She'd seen many before, but none like her brothers. It was just as big as her exes with even more girth.
She couldn't believe how she felt when she held it in her hands. It made her hands look small and it felt warm like a hot water bottle. When she gripped the thing it was as though it sent shock waves up her arm. Shock waves that tingled her nipples and gave her vagina a pulse.
She couldn't help but notice the large lump on his shorts. Kyle didn't even try to hide it either. She felt her mouth water as she depicted the head of his dick through the shape of his shorts. Most men woke up with a boner, she knew this, but for some reason the fact that it was her brothers boner, it made her hornier than she'd ever been.
To her disappointment, Kyle got up and left. He headed towards his room to plug his phone into his laptop as so to look back on the recording of Mrs Jackman.
My very own porno. He thought.
He hooked up the wires and installed the clip to his computer. Upon pressing play he realised that the angle wasn't right, it only caught half of the picture. Mrs Jackman's face was out of shot, the lens only managed to capture the top hairs of her ponytail. While most of the pictures featured Kyles pleasure face. His eyes were wide and lost in space and his mouth was always the shape of an o.
Just then someone knocked upon the door.
"Come in." He said as he folded the laptop closed.
It was Lindsay and she was holding his backpack. He felt a wave of anxiety flush over him as he realised that the book of the mind was still inside of the backpack.
"You left this downstairs." She said plainly and tossed it onto his bed.
Kyle didn't say anything.
Lindsay had expected a thank you at least but she got nothing. What was wrong with her? Why was she so needy? She felt herself needing his presence. She wanted a conversation, or any sort of contact with him.
She decided that she was being ridiculous. She hadn't had sex in a good few months and her female cravings were getting the better of her. Yes that was it. She was in need of dick that was all. She had the thought of returning to her room to masterbate but that thought was quickly dispensed when their parents returned home.
Lindsay listened in from atop the stairs as the front door slammed shut.
"You couldn't keep your eyes off of her the entire time!?" Her mother yelled.
"What are you talking about Maria?" Her fathers drunken voice spoke back.
This is it. She thought.
Their parents had been on the verge of separating for many months now. Their relationship was dwindling and only Lindsay seemed to realise it. She was the only adult of their three children and she supposed she was able to understand mature relationships better than Kyle or Cara.
