Watch as unscrupulous slut Mia seduces all of her brothers in order to obtain goods and services.
[b]Bartering With Brothers
by Sister Seducto[/b]
Summary: Watch as unscrupulous slut Mia seduces all of her brothers in order to obtain goods and services. It's not Prostitution if you're related to the person, right? It's just Bartering!
Disclaimer: Mia is not me. She is a fictional character with serious moral issues. I do not condone her behavior. I just wrote it because I find her funny as hell. This story is not a statement of my personal beliefs on incest, male/female relationships, consumerism in society, or gender equality issues. It's just a funny perverted tale. Enjoy!
The day that I discovered the power of bartering with my brothers was the best day of my life. It was a long day filled with victories and forbidden pleasures. Let me tell you all about it...
The alarm clock went off that morning disrupting my sleep and instead of hitting “snooze” like I had the last five times, this time I actually rolled over to turn it off, figuring I should probably get up at some point. A drowsy glance at the clock revealed that the time was 8:45AM. I shot up in bed with a gasp. Damn! I was late for work again! By the time I got to the office I would be over an hour late. And to top things off, I'd woken up horny. I hated when that happened, especially since my boyfriend had moved out a month ago. I really wasn't getting my sexual needs met anymore, but between working and going to college full time, I just didn't seem to have any free time to party or meet anyone.
I was feeling pretty sorry for myself and, more importantly, my poor lonely wet pussy. It desperately needed some affection. I knew I could quit my job and still pay tuition, then I'd have more free time to find a lover, but I liked having extra cash for my addiction – clothes and shoes.
I hopped out of bed and got ready as fast as I could, but still made time to make myself look good. After all, a girl could never tell when she might find a sexual prospect. When my shiny dark hair was straightened and smoothed, my plump lips accentuated with lip gloss, and my dark doe eyes emphasized with a little mascara, I went into my bedroom and put on the sexiest suit I owned that really hugged my ample tits and round firm ass. I wore a low-cut, tight fitting top underneath the jacket. I then jumped in my car and sped to work. I arrived at MagnaTrue Corp, and was immediately told by the secretary that my boss wanted to see me in his office. I gulped and thanked her, then headed to his expansive corner office.
When I walked in I saw Aaron Peterson, my boss and my oldest brother, sitting behind his desk typing on his computer and wearing a look far too serious for his 25 years. But then again, running an entire department was putting a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. He was bearing it well, though, since unlike me he actually fit into this fortune 500 company culture. He was wearing a very expensive black suit that fit his tall muscular body well, and a royal blue tie that matched his eyes. His dark, almost black, hair was cut neatly, and his chiseled face was clean shaven and smooth. He looked really handsome, intelligent, rich and powerful. As usual.
When he saw me come in and flop down into the chair opposite his desk, he raised his head to look at me, then abandoned whatever he was doing to give me a reprimanding look.
“So, they tell me you were late again,” he said, his eyes boring into me with agitation. “For the fifth time this month. Tell me...Why exactly is it that you can't get up on time?”
I was very used to his lectures; being five years older than me he'd always acted more like a parent to me than a sibling, and even more so in the past couple years since Dad died. Even though I was now 20, he still felt that he was an adult and I was a child. Of course, I knew my irresponsible behavior didn't help matters, but I wasn't ready to be the grown-up responsible adult he was always trying to get me to be. I just wanted to have fun!
“My alarm didn't go off,” I whimpered, pathetically, and did my best to look truly sad and regretful. “I'm really sorry, Aaron.”
“Mia, 'sorry' just isn't going to cut it anymore,” he said, scooting his chair back from the desk and rising to his feet. “I can't just let you break all the rules, just because you're my sister. People see you coming in late you know! There's only so many times I can make exceptions.”
“I know, but I promise I won't be late again!” I said, as I watched him lean against the edge of his desk in front of me. His pants pulled a little tighter around the crotch area, hugging what I knew was a very impressive specimen of manhood. It reminded me once again of how much I was missing sex.
Then I had an idea. I thought of a way to get out of trouble, and get some sex at the same time. Win win!
“I'm sorry, it's too late for that. I can't keep making excuses for you,” he said. “I've had to write you up twice already, and that's after the dozen other times I've let you slide. This is your third official strike. That means I don't have any other choice but - ”
“Don't fire me, please! I need this job! I'll do anything you want!” I said, looking up at him with big pleading eyes.
“What I want is for you to come to work on time like everyone else!” he said, exasperated. “Is that really so much to ask?”
“No! I'll do that! I'll do that, I swear! And if you cover for me just one more time...I'll do anything else you want, too,” I said, sultrily.
To illustrate my point, I unbuttoned my jacket and showed him my cleavage. I even leaned forward a bit to make sure he could see directly down my tiny tank top to the large round D cup breasts nestled in my black lacy bra.
Aaron's eyes enlarged, I could tell he hardly believed what I was doing or suggesting, but at the same time the look on his face said he was tempted. I cupped my breasts in my hands and began to fondle them, watching in triumph as the bulge in his pants grew. It had been a long long time since we'd messed around. In fact, we had only really fooled around once a couple years back when I was 18.
It was right after dad died and we were all in an emotionally frazzled state – me, my three brothers, and my mom. Aaron and I got really drunk one night and were trying to console each other. Somehow I ended up giving him a tit job until he came all over my tits. The next day he felt really bad about it and apologized like crazy, then took me on a massive shopping spree. I thought it was funny because I wasn't even mad. Why would I be? I'd enjoyed what we did. But of course I let him assuage his guilt while I spent goo gobs of his money and picked up more sweet handbags and shoes for my wardrobe.
The truth was, I'd wanted to do more kinky things with him after that night, but at the same time I didn't want him getting spoiled. So I'd held out until the time was right. And that time was now.
“We really shouldn't...” he said, seeming to be talking directly to my breasts. “It's really not right...to do that again...”
“Why not? We're both consenting adults, and nobody would know,” I said.
I reached out and took his hand, putting it on my tit. His eyes seemed to light up as he began to fondle me, using both hands now, squeezing and massaging the big mounds of flesh in his hands.
“C'mon, Aaron. Aren't you horny?" I asked. "And guess what? I have something much better in mind for you than just a tit job this time.”
He looked at me with eyes hazy with lust. He swallowed hard. “Y-You do?” he asked.
I nodded slowly, then licked my lips.
“Okay, lock the door,” he said, eagerly.
“Yay!” I cried, and got up to lock the door. Then I turned around and walked back over to Aaron, taking off my jacket. I tossed it on the chair and knelt in front of him, reaching out to run my hand up and down his crotch. “Well well, someone is pretty horny this morning.”
I wasted no time in unfastening his pants and pulling out his cock. It was as beautiful as I'd remembered: long and thick with a flared head. Fat and heavy, straight and smooth. I pulled my hair out of the way and leaned my head down toward it, looking up just a second to enjoy seeing the shock on his face as he realized I was actually going to suck it. Then I darted my tongue out and swirled it around the head. Ah that first taste, what a thrill!
“Oh my God,” he gasped. “I-I can't believe we're doing this.”
I just smiled and started to lick his cock and stroke it with my hand. He placed his hands down on the desk to steady himself as I ran my tongue up and down the length of his cock and around the head again and again. Then I took it in my mouth and began to bob my head, sliding my warm wet mouth up and down his engorged cock. I was in heaven. I loved sucking fat cocks so much, and his was so sexy, I loved the way it felt on my tongue. The fact that he was my brother did nothing to deter me, in fact it probably only turned me on more.
“Oh Mia...God you are good at that,” he said, as I sucked and slobbered on his fuck stick.
I moaned to myself as I pleased him with my mouth, turned on by the knowledge that he was currently fucking my face, and my horniness hit an all new level. I put a hand between my legs and pulled my panty seat aside to rub my slick shaven pussy as I kept sucking and tonguing him. I then let my tongue swirl down to lick his balls. I sucked on them gently one by one before returning my attention back to his cock, taking as much of it into my mouth as possible.
He watched me intently while I pleased him and myself. The more my own pleasure intensified the hungrier I became for his cock. Soon I was pushing it back farther and farther into the recesses of my mouth until it reached my throat. I suppressed my gag reflex and slid it down my throat. Aaron let out a moan of intense pleasure as my throat milked his cock all by itself.
Needing air, I pulled him out and breathed, then sucked the head back into my mouth, flicking my tongue on the underside below the head.
“Fuck,” he swore, and his hips jerked. I knew he was close.
I sucked him in again, making smooth long strokes up and down with my mouth as I slid two fingers into my pussy, fucking them in and out of my tight wet pussy to the same rhythm that my mouth was using to suction his cock. I started to moan as my pleasure escalated, and I deep throated Aaron's cock again as I went off, cumming and twitching and swallowing his cock. That was more than he could take and he grabbed my head, cumming down my throat. When he released me I eased off of his cock and licked it clean before tucking it back into his pants.
“Mia...that was incredible,” he said, looking at me awestruck.
I beamed at him and then stood up. “Who knows how to be good to you?” I asked.
“You do,” he said, with a happy little smile.
“That's right,” I said, then kissed him on the cheek. “Well, I'm off to my desk now!”
He just stood there in a mellow happy mood as I picked up my jacket and traipsed out of the office, humming to myself, content with knowing my job was secure.
I sat in my office bored. I was supposed to be scheduling client meetings, but I didn't really feel like working because it was Friday. Not that I needed a reason to not feel like working, I never felt like working, but Fridays were the worst. And Mondays. And Wednesdays. And – okay you get the point. Besides, I now knew I was firmly in Aaron's good graces and probably would be his favorite person in the universe for a good while. He was not going to be lecturing me about anything for at least a week, bare minimum.
Knowing this, I blew off work and spent my entire morning in my office shopping online. I found out one of my favorite designers put out a new limited edition handbag and it was soooo cute. It was perfect colors for summer, and I just had to have it! I needed to act fast, though, since there were only going to be so many of these bags.
I went online and checked my bank account. Fuck! I was short like 300 dollars! My credit cards were maxed out and mom only paid them once a month. I wasn't going to get paid for three more days and I didn't want to bug Aaron for anything else right now. So I picked up my phone and text one of my other brothers, Josh, to find out where he was. He said he was at home studying, so I told him to stay put – I was coming over for a visit.
I grabbed my purse and keys and drove over to the college. Josh was two years older than me at 22, and he was a Grad student and student teacher. I lived in my own apartment not far from Mom and my youngest brother, Max, but Josh lived on campus in grad student housing which was a lot bigger than the tiny rooms undergrads inhabited in the main dorms. It was also a lot more private and really a lot like an apartment, which I knew would make it easier for me to work him, so to speak.
You see, Josh was very responsible with money, and pretty much had no vices. Unlike me, he didn't spend all the money mom gave us, or the money he made from working; he was a saver. I knew he had the money I needed to get my new bag, I just wasn't sure how to wring it out of him. Still, I knew I would come up with a way somehow.
When I arrived, Josh greeted me wearing his usual attire when he wasn't teaching, a band t-shirt and some jeans. His light brown hair was worn kind of long and messy in some hipster style that suited him. For the first time I noticed that he was kinda sexy. Actually, the sight of him was making my pussy twinge for some reason. I didn't understand it, but I figured it must be because my hormones were raging. My morning play time with Aaron didn't leave me satisfied. I got off but I didn't get fucked. My pussy was craving something more substantial in it than just my own fingers, and any cute guy who could provide it was suddenly very interesting.
“Hi Josh,” I sang, hugging him quite closely and trying to feel him up as much as possible without him getting suspicious. I wanted to cop a feel of his ass but knew I couldn't get away with it. So I settled for rubbing his back, sneakily rubbing my boobs on him, and sniffing his neck. “Ooh, you smell good!”
“Oh, um, thanks,” he said, looking a little flustered once I finally let go and stepped inside. He shut the door after me and looked at me curiously. “What's got you so affectionate today?”
“Do I need a reason? You are my favorite brother, after all,” I said, with a winning smile, clasping my hands together in front of me in innocence.
Okay, I know what you're thinking, but I wasn't lying just to butter him up, it was actually true. I loved all my brothers, but Josh was always my favorite. Even though he was older than me he never lectured me like Aaron, and he wasn't a rebellious pain in the neck like my younger brother, Max, who was always getting into trouble. Josh was just a sweetheart.
“I'm your favorite?” he asked, with a lopsided grin.
“Of course!” I said. Then I poked him in the abs. He was a lot more toned than I expected. “Hey, have you been working out? You're looking fit! All your students must have crushes on you!”
“Okay, what do you want?” he asked, suspiciously, crossing his arms over his chest.
I gasped and feigned a look of shock and righteous resentment. “What? I don't want anything!”
“Right, so you only came over to tell me how great and buff I am, and how wonderful I smell?” he asked.
“And also how much I love you,” I added, with a big cheesy grin.
“Oh yeah, you definitely want something,” he laughed.
Knowing he was onto me, I grabbed his hand and took him over to the couch to sit with me.
“Ok I admit it. I need help. I am in a major crisis!” I said, seriously. “Time is running out and there is no one else I can turn to! Please, Josh, tell me you'll help me?”
“Of course, of course I will. What do you need?” he asked, with wide-eyed concern.
I took his hand in mind and held it to my chest. “I need three hundred dollars.”
“What for?” he asked.
“A....A Phillipe Sidaine handbag.”
“WHAT?!” he cried, and snatched his hand back.
“It's a limited edition bag! If I don't get one now they'll all sell out!” I whined.
He was not moved.
“Here I thought you needed something important but you just want another handbag?! You have a million of them already!”
“Not like this one!” I moaned, woefully. Then I clenched my hand tightly and proclaimed, “there's never been a bag like this one!”
He laughed at my theatrics, as planned, but he still wasn't giving up the dough.
“Where is all of your money? Huh? I know mom gives you plenty of money and you work part time for Aaron's company. So why are you broke?”
“I'm not broke it's just that the bag...coshtootowsentalas,” I mumbled the last words unintelligibly.
“The bag costs two thousand dollars!” I blurted out.
Josh hit the roof. “Oh my God! You do not need a two thousand dollar handbag! No! Absolutely not! I am not wasting my money on that!”
“But I do need it! I swear I need it! Summer's coming and I can't walk around with last season's bags, what would people SAY?” I moaned.
“They'd say 'look at that pampered rich girl with a gazillion bags, each of which could pay the average person's car note for a year!'”
This was not going well. At this rate I would not get my bag. Time for plan B. B as in Bartering. After all, it worked so well with Aaron before...
“You're right. I shouldn't expect you to just give me three hundred dollars if there's nothing in it for you. Soooo...what can I do for you in return?” I asked, scooting closer and laying my hand lightly on his forearm.
He looked at me strangely. “W-what do you mean?” he asked.
“I just mean, if you do this thing for me - which would mean a lot to me - maybe I could do something enjoyable for you,” I said, batting my eyelashes.
Josh just looked at me in a stupor. He clearly understood what I was getting at and he could not believe it. I knew I should feel embarrassed of myself for even suggesting this, but I didn't. I was fairly sure that even though I was his sister, he would still take my deal.
I was looking at him as intently as he was looking at me. In that moment I decided he was even more attractive than Aaron, and that was saying a lot because Aaron's face had graced the cover of many local business magazines, but Josh...he was adorable. His hair, skin and eyes were lighter than Josh's, and he had more of a baby face. It kind of made me want to corrupt him.
“I could do really enjoyable things for you, Josh,” I said seductively, moving my hand from his arm to his thigh. “Remember that one summer when you used to steal my panties?”
He began to blush furiously.
“I never...I...That wasn't me! I wouldn't - “
“Oh, I know it was you,” I said, with a wicked smirk. “I never minded. In fact, I used to leave them on the bathroom floor for you when I knew you were coming in to shower after me.”
“You did?” he asked, quietly.
I could tell that poor Josh was just completely in shock at the turn this visit was taking, but at the same time he wasn't exactly blowing up or throwing me out, so I was willing to bet things would go my way.
“Mm hm. What did you do with them?” I asked, starting to stroke his thigh. “Did you smell them?”
He blinked at me but couldn't seem to form words.
“Did you?” I persisted.
He nodded slowly. A thrill shot through me at the mental image of his face buried in the seat of my panties.
“Did you imagine me wearing them?” I asked. “Did you imagine taking them off of me? Did you wrap them around your - “
“Mia!” he gasped, grabbing my hand to stop it before it got to his crotch. “That was a long time ago. I was just a horny teenager. It was wrong what I did, and I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.”
“You're so sweet,” I cooed, scooting even closer until we were touching. “But you don't have to be sorry. I'm flattered that you thought of me like that. Do you still?”
“Of course not! That would be wrong and...just wrong!” he cried, tensing up as I lightly pressed my body into his.
“Oh,” I said, and sighed sadly. “I guess I was silly to hope that you would still think I was anything special.”
“Mia, it's not that. It's just that brothers and sisters shouldn't think of each other like that,” he said. “But of course you're special to me, you're my only sister.”
“I'm glad, Josh. I'm sorry I'm so weird today. I've just been so hor – uh I mean lonely – you know, since Chris moved out. I just feel like nobody wants me,” I said. “Like nobody ever will again.”
“That's not true! Any guy would want you. You're beautiful and smart, and...” he trailed off as his eyes roamed over me and his breathing started to accelerate. His eyes got stuck at my chest and then he forced himself to look away.
“Any guy would want me, except you, huh?” I teased.
“Please don't go there? I'm just trying to make you feel better, that's all.”
“Maybe I'd feel better if you gave me a kiss,” I suggested, giving him a hopeful look.
“Are you serious?” he asked. “You um...You really want to kiss me?”
I nodded. “What's so wrong with that?”
He looked like he was about to explain it but it was just too complex.
“Look, I'll buy you the bag, okay?” he suddenly said. “I'll just buy it for you. You really don't have to go this far.”
“Really?! Oh thank you!” I cried, and threw my arms around him, squeezing him tight. Then I kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear what I had just come to realize... “But I still want you.”
“Mia!” he scolded.
“What? We've both been really busy working and studying and neither of us has anyone to take care of our needs! I mean how long has it been since you broke up with that last girlfriend you had?”
“Three months,” he admitted, reluctantly.
“And has there been anyone in your bed since then...?” I asked.
He scoffed like he wasn't going to answer such a crazy question, but I just kept waiting...and waiting...
“Well, a couple of girls, yeah. But not really often enough,” he said, shyly.
Of course I knew he had to be getting pussy with his looks, but I was glad he still seemed to want more. That left room for me.
“Aw, poor baby. You must really need some attention,” I said. I ran my hand down his chest and stomach, tentatively going for his fly.
He didn't stop me. I got bolder.
“Why don't you let me thank you for that lovely bag you're gonna get me?” I smirked, as my hand went even lower.
“Mia...” he said, warningly, and he looked at my hand like he was terrified but he still didn't do a damn thing to stop me as my hand moved right onto the bulge in his jeans. His cock was hard.
“Hmm. If this is as wrong as you say, then what is this?” I teased, raising an eyebrow as I lightly squeezed his cock.
“I...I don't know! I don't know why it's like that!” he said, looking embarrassed.
I put a finger over his lips. “It's okay,” I whispered. Then I took my finger away and kissed him on the lips.
“Mia, I don't think we sh - “ he began, but I just kissed him again and nibbled on his bottom lip.
At first he was frozen, but then he seemed to snap out of it and he kissed me back. I smiled and kept kissing him, pleased that I always got what I wanted. Always. He would be no exception.
Our kisses deepened quickly and soon we were tongue kissing like true lovers. I unfastened his jeans hastily and pulled his cock out, stroking it as he practically tongue fucked my mouth.
“Oh my God, I always wanted this but I thought you'd hate me if you found out,” he said, between kisses.
I snickered as my ego inflated to a mammoth size.
“I could never hate you. Now, let me suck your cock for you,” I said, sweetly.
He didn't need any further convincing. In fact, he put his hand on my head and practically pushed my head down. I took him in my mouth, getting off on tasting my second cock that day. He was hung as well as Aaron, but his cock had a slight curve to it and was very hard and suckable.
“Mmm...Oh Josh, I love your cock,” I moaned, and sucked it all the way down until my nose was pressing against his groin before I pulled back. I guess that must have turned him on because he started pumping his hips, fucking my mouth like crazy. I had to suck faster to keep up with him and he definitely shoved it down my throat a couple times but I didn't mind, it just turned me on more.
While I was sucking him off he reached between my legs and touched my pussy, sliding his hand into my panties to rub my clit. I got so horny I couldn't stand it, and I suddenly stopped and stood up, taking my clothes off as he stared up at me in complete awe.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Getting naked so you can fuck me,” I said, tossing my jacket aside and then taking off my tank top.
I think any remaining shred of propriety he had left just disappeared when he saw my tits. He started taking off his own clothes, too. I slipped out of my skirt and panties, then when he was naked and seated again on the couch I hopped onto his lap, kissing him and rubbing my naked body against him. Damn, he felt good! I grasped his cock in my hand and lowered myself down on it.
I will never forget how good it felt when his cock slid inside me. It filled my pussy so completely, it was a match made in heaven. I started to ride him, rocking my hips so his cock slid in and out of me again and again. He held my ass in his hands and fondled it as his mouth latched onto my right tit and suckled. I let out a squeal and braced my hand against the back of the sofa as I pumped my hips back and forth, desperate to feel his cock massaging my slick tight inner walls.
I ground myself down on him as his mouth moved to my left tit, his tongue circling and flicking against my nipple as I wrapped my arms around him and continued to bounce myself up and down on his hard cock while he rocked his hips beneath me, keeping the sensation at its maximum. A strong wave of pleasure overtook me and I came, shuddering and creaming all over his cock. As good as that felt, my pussy still wanted more. I raised up off of him and turned around, bending over the coffee table with my ass and pussy on wanton display.
Taking my cue, Josh knelt behind me, placing one hand on my hip and using the other to guide his cock into my waiting and now dripping hole. I let out a loud moan and I guess that was enough encouragement for him because he began thrusting with deep long strokes. Pleasure overwhelmed my body and I thought to myself that I could not believe Josh was such an amazing fuck.
He found a steady rhythm, pumping and pounding my pussy so good I felt like I was going to lose my mind. His hands slid around me to grasp and knead my tits and tweak my nipples as his cock plunged in and out of my wet and willing pussy. Sounds I didn't even know I could make came flowing out of my mouth.
“Fuck...fuck...yes...yes...” I chanted as every stroke of his cock set the nerves in my pussy aflame with pure raw pleasure. Hot, dirty, forbidden pleasure.
“Is this what you wanted?” he breathed in my ear.
“You wanted me to fuck your pussy deep and hard like this?”
“Yes! DON'T FUCKING STOP!” I cried, frantically.
“God, your pussy is so wet, it's squeezing my cock so tight!”
My reply was nothing but moans and gibberish.
Pleasure crashed through my pussy in waves and grew more and more intense with each thrust until I was shoving myself back on him with complete abandon. The only sounds that could be heard in the room was panting, moaning, and the sound of bare flesh meeting again and again in a distinctly pleasurable smacking sound. My juices were running down my thighs and at one point I think I may have been drooling on the table.
When he released my tits and put his hand between my legs to rub my clit as his cock continuously pummeled my pussy, I lost it. My entire body tensed up and I came with an incredible force. My legs shook, I screamed, and my pussy clenched again and again around his cock, releasing more of my juices.
Josh moaned appreciatively and fucked me faster.
“Can I cum in you?” he asked.
“Yes. Yes, please cum in me?” I begged. The idea drove me crazy with lust. I wanted to go to class with a pussy full of his cum.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, it's safe. Just do it!”
Josh gave me a few more deep thrusts and came, flooding my pussy with his warm cum. The sensation sent me spiraling into another orgasm and when finally the blissful spasms subsided I was trembling on the table and gasping for breath.
Josh was in no better shape than me. As soon as he pulled out of me he collapsed on the floor, panting and sweating. I slipped off the table to lay next to him. For a moment we both just laid there, eyes either closed or fixed on some distant nonexistent point as we reflected on the intense and incredibly taboo sex we'd just had. Josh looked over at me and smiled.
“That was incredible,” he said. “I love fucking you.”
“I love fucking you, too,” I agreed. “We need to do that again soon.”
“Very soon,” he said, pulling me to him with a naughty grin. “How about right now?”
“Oh God, I wish. But you know I have class.”
He groaned in disappointment, frowning adorably.
“Don't worry. We'll do it again soon,” I said, and pecked him on the lips. I wasn't sure when soon would be, though, because I didn't want him getting spoiled and thinking he could have it all the time.
We both got up and got dressed, talking about the surprising lack of guilt that we felt. I actually didn't feel anything at all except satisfied and happy.
On my way out of the door, Josh gave me his credit card so I could get my bag.
“Don't max it out,” he said, trying to sound authoritative.
With a grin I copped a feel of his ass, plucked the card out of his hand and left.
Victory was mine.
Afternoon classes just seemed so tedious. I kept thinking that I would much rather be back at Josh's, fucking and sucking him some more. Surprisingly, I was still kind of horny. I'd been replaying our encounter in my head all afternoon and I could feel that tension in my pussy again. That craving. But I was stuck here and he probably had things to do, anyway. I wanted to go home and masturbate at least, but I had to stay in class if I ever wanted to graduate.
I got so much homework assigned to me and it was all due on Monday. I didn't want to spend my weekend doing that shit. The worksheets and reading wouldn't be so bad, but my English teacher assigned a really long annoying midterm paper for us to write. I sucked at writing papers. Math was really more my thing. But this stupid paper counted for 50% of my grade.
I was so disappointed when my last class let out because I was trying to figure out how I was going to do that paper. I took my mind off of it by stopping by the Phillipe Sidaine boutique downtown to get my new handbag with Josh's card. It was glorious! It was so beautiful I didn't even want to touch it. I had to take it home immediately and fawn over it in private. Then I'd have to take lots of pictures of it and post it on my Facebook, that way all my friends could know that they were inferior because they didn't have it!
When I got home I found my teenage baby brother, Max, sitting on the floor outside my apartment door, wearing a black hoodie and some dark skinny jeans, looking all disgruntled and dejected.
When he heard me coming down the hall he looked up at me like a lost puppy, big brown eyes all sorrowful; his angular face shrouded in dark tousled hair.
“What did you do now?” I asked, instinctively just knowing he'd been kicked out of the house by Mom for the night.
He practically shot up to his feet in anger. “I didn't do anything!” he yelled, irately. “Mom is being a bitch again!”
“Alright alright alright alright,” I mumbled, waving a hand in dismissal and opening the door. “Come on in, you can just spend the night here.”
Once inside my loft apartment, Max flopped down on my couch and began playing with his phone – which was all I ever saw him do for the past year, anyway. I put my new purse up somewhere neither light nor dust could touch it, because I am that crazy, then I took a shower. When I was done I put on a baby t-shirt and some panties, which is what I normally wore around the house, then I headed into the kitchen and cooked Max some dinner. I didn't really feel like going to all the trouble, but if I wanted to get him to tell me what he had done to set mom off this time, I would need to at least feed him. He was kind of a secretive fucker.
When the food was ready we sat down at the table, opened a bottle of wine and began eating and talking. At first he didn't want to tell me what he did but by the time we finished the bottle of wine – and by “we” I mostly mean Max - I found out that “mom being a bitch” really meant “mom lecturing him for not going to school, always coming home drunk, fucking random girls at all hours of the night, and having marijuana stashed in every existing drawer, corner and crevice of his room.”
Wow, she is just so unreasonable. He should not be expected to put up with this. (Note my sarcasm.)
“She said she doesn't want to see my face for a while so I could just go stay with you or one of our brothers for the weekend. She just put me out! What the fuck is that? I mean, I am eighteen now, I'm an adult, she can't treat me like this,” he ranted, pushing the veggies he'd picked out of his meal around on his plate with a fork.
“Max, being an adult is more than just reaching a certain age. To be respected like an adult, you have to behave like an adult,” I said. “Which you are not doing.”
“Oh and you are?” he pointed out. “You don't do anything, ever. You just pawn all your responsibilities off on other people so you can go shopping and pick up guys.”
“Yeahh....” I said, tapping my fingers casually on the table.
He waited for me to add something in defense of myself. I didn't bother.
He started laughing and I joined in.
“I guess this is one of those 'do as I say, not as I do kind of moments,'” I giggled.
“At least you accept it,” he said.
“Oh, I can't deny it, because actually, I need to ask you a favor,” I said. “You're really really good at English and I - “
“No,” he immediately said.
“Well, you didn't even let me get the question out!” I pouted.
“Because I already know what it is, and the answer is no. I am not doing your homework. I don't even do my own homework,” he said.
“Well, yeah, but....I can't write this stupid paper, Max! And c'mon, you're great at writing! It's like the only hobby you've had since you were eight! You know you could bang this thing out in thirty minutes! You're really smart!”
“Yeah I probably could, but I don't want to. It's Friday night and I am not doing your homework.”
“Well, I don't mean tonight, genius, I don't want your drunk ass writing my paper. How about tomorrow night.”
“How about no?”
Damn. He was really sticking to his answer. Any other day I would have just accepted that, but today I had found a new tool for my arsenal that made life easier and more fulfilling. That tool was called, you guessed it: Bartering. I wasn't going to use the kind of incentives I'd used with my other brothers, because I still saw Max as a kid. But surely there was something I could offer him to bribe him into doing my stupid paper.
“Well, what if I made it worth your while?” I asked, propping my chin up on my hand.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“I mean, you do this for me and I do something for you,” I explained.
Max's eyes lit up. “Like what?” he asked, leaning forward a bit in rapt anticipation.
Okay, I really had his interest now. Good!
“I don't know. Whatever you want,” I said, with a shrug.
“You mean, like, anything? I can ask for anything I want and you'll do it?”
“Sure. I mean there must be something you want that you don't have, or maybe something you'd like me to do for you?”
“There are...things...I'd like you to do for me,” he said, cryptically.
I cocked my head to the side. That sounded awfully sexual... Nahhh, Max wouldn't be interested in that with me. I was his big sister, he probably just thought I was a pain.
“Okay, like what?” I asked.
He thought on that. “How badly do you need this paper done?”
“Badly. I can't pass this class if it's not done.”
“So then, this is pretty serious?” he asked.
“Yes. It counts for 50% of my grade. It's ultra super important, okay?” I said with a huff. “Now why don't you just tell me what you want so we can get down to business?”
“Okay,” he said, then smiled at me nervously. “I want you...to let me eat your pussy.”
I started laughing.
He couldn't be serious.
“I'm serious,” he said, which immediately stopped my laughing.
“Really?” I asked. That was a total shock to me. Unlike with Aaron and Josh, I'd never known that Max had thoughts like that about me. And I'd certainly never suspected he'd have the guts to ask me something like that outright. I was flattered, and kind of proud of him. Maybe he was more grown up than I thought?
“Yeah. I mean, it's kind of been a fantasy of mine ever since I caught you in the boat house that one time.”
Ah yes, I remembered that. One night I was in the boat house with my boyfriend at the time. He was eating my pussy and I started cumming on his face. I suddenly got the feeling that someone was watching, and I looked up to see Max watching us from a window. He had this shocked look on his face, and when our eyes met he darted away.
Later on I pulled him aside and asked him what he was doing there. He said he came out to take the dog on a walk, and he heard strange noises in the boat house, so he came over and looked in to see what was going on. He couldn't believe I was doing something like that. I swore him to secrecy, and he never told our parents. But I didn't know at the time he had been turned on by what he'd seen. Now I wondered how I never imagined he would. He probably went back to his room and stroked his cock thinking about my pussy. God, that really turned me on...
“It's your fantasy huh?” I asked, smugly. Well, it was official: I must really be hot. I knew all the guys I met wanted to fuck me in every hole, but even the ones I grew up with couldn't resist me! What could be more flattering? I was suddenly starting to feel all warm and horny.
“Oh yeah. I think about what you were doing with him, but in my fantasy it's me pleasing you instead of him,” he said. “Does that gross you out?”
“You could never be gross to me, Maxie,” I said, sweetly. “So...sometimes when you jack off you think about eating my pussy?”
“Do you like to eat pussy, Max?” I asked, getting more and more turned on by the moment.
“I love it. It makes my dick so hard it leaks.”
“Mmm,” I sighed, pleased with that response. I spread my legs under the table and slipped my hand onto the seat of my panties to rub myself slowly. “Really? You like licking and tongue-fucking wet pussies?”
“Yes, there's nothing I love more than eating pussy, and my number one fantasy is eating yours. Are you...Are you touching yourself right now?” he asked, excitedly.
I nodded, pulling the seat of my panties aside to rub my soft wet pussy lips before running my finger up to play with my clit.
He started to get up from the table, I guess he wanted to see. I raised a finger and waved it back and forth.
“Ah ah ah baby bro, first I have to know that we have a deal. If I let you eat my hot juicy pussy, you will write that paper for me, right?”
“Yes! I'll do it!” he said.
“And it'll be good enough for me to at least get a B right?” I asked, as I slid my finger into my pussy and started thrusting it in and out. He couldn't see but he could surely see the motion my hand was making and he knew what I was doing.
“Uh huh,” he croaked out.
“Good. Now let me see your dick, Max.”
He immediately unfastened his pants and pulled it out. My eyes roved over the long smooth cock in his hand. My pussy twinged and creamed at the sight of it, and I had to remind myself that I was only getting his mouth - that was the deal. So I raised my eyes to his lips. Yeah, I bet those would feel really nice on my pussy.
“Come here,” I said, turning my chair a bit away from the table. “Take my panties off.”
He came over to me and knelt in front of my chair. He looked incredibly excited and also pretty nervous as he hooked his fingers in the sides of my little white panties. I raised my hips and let him pull them down, all the way off me. I then propped my leg over the arm of the chair, opening my pussy to him. His eyes glazed over with lust when he was met with the sight of my glistening cunt.
“Oh my God,” he said, reaching out toward it. Then he stopped and looked up at me. “Can I touch it?”
“Oh yes,” I said, feeling an intense anticipation that surprised me. I'd never thought of being with Max like this before, but it was turning out to be a real turn on.
His fingers stroked my pussy up and down, sliding between the lips aided by my own juices. His fingers found my clit and rubbed it, making me squirm a little in my seat. It felt good, but I wanted his mouth. I slid my hand into his hair and pulled his head closer. Getting the hint he moved his hand and ducked his head down to lap at my cunt with his tongue. I moaned and continued to run my fingers through his dark hair as he ran his tongue back and forth over my clit then around and around it.
“Mmm, that feels good,” I sighed, grabbing my tit with my other hand and massaging it. “Is your cock hard?”
“Oh yeah,” he said.
I looked down and could see that it was hard, lying against his leg. I wanted to feel it but my hands were occupied. So I took my soft foot and rubbed it along the length of his cock. Oh, I was so pleased at how hard it was so I kept stroking it, feeling it with my foot. He started to hump against my foot, getting off on what I was doing to him. He ate my pussy ravenously while still humping my foot. He was so horny at the moment and I loved it.
“Look at you. You really love big sister's body, don't you?” I asked, with relish.
His response was a moan and an attempt to slide his tongue as far up my pussy as possible.
“Oh God, fuck,” I swore, now trying to ride his face. I grabbed the hem of my tank top and pulled it over my head, tossing it on the floor. “Suck my tits!”
He moved up to my tits, cupping them in his hands and sucking first one then the other nipple into his mouth while his hand squeezed the other. I groaned in pleasure and took his right hand, putting it between my legs. To his credit I didn't have to tell him what I wanted, he plunged two fingers into my pussy and finger fucked me as he licked and sucked all over my tits. It felt so good I lost all rational thought. I was trembling and creaming down his hand.
“Oh my God, you are so hot. Please let me fuck you?” he begged.
I didn't know what was pleasing me most, the stroking of my pussy or my ego.
“Um, that wasn't the deal, baby bro,” I sang. Even though I really wanted to, I wasn't sure if I should let him.
“What if I promise to get you an A? Wouldn't that make you happy?” he asked.
Yes. Yes it would. But I pretended to be thinking it over.
“Hmm, make me cum really good and I'll think about it,” I said, with a smirk.
He went back down on me and really ate my pussy with a passion, fingering my hole as his tongue licked, lapped and teased my clit until I couldn't take anymore and I came, clutching at his hair with a scream. My hips bucked and he just kept licking me as I shoved my pussy in his face and let loose a gush of my cream. When I came down from my high he licked my pussy clean, which only succeeded in making me horny again.
“Can we fuck now?” he asked, eagerly.
I pretended to be having a moral dilemma. “I don't know, Max, I want to but...Mom would just die if we did something like that!” I said, knowing full well it would only make him want to do it more.
“Fuck what she thinks! And you know, it would serve her right for kicking me out. Bet she'd never expect us to spend the night doing stuff like this,” he said, with a devious little smile. “Besides, she never has to know. It'll be our secret.”
“You won't tell Aaron or Josh?” I asked, giving him my best vulnerable and innocent look. I didn't know whether they would be mad or not, but I didn't want any of them to know I had fucked the others, or someone might get mad and then I might end up not being able to fuck any of them anymore. That would be sad.
“I won't tell anyone,” he swore, slipping his fingers back inside me and pumping them in and out slowly as he leaned in to kiss me softly on the lips. “It'll stay just between you and me. Nobody else needs to know.”
“Well, okay,” I said.
No sooner than I'd gotten the words out did he grab me around the waist and literally pick me up, carrying me into my bedroom. I let out a scream and a giggle as he threw me on my bed.
“When did you get so strong?” I asked, thoroughly impressed.
He just grinned and took off his clothes. He had a really nice looking body. He was on the slender side but he had a nice trim waist, toned abs and some nice muscle to his arms and legs. When did my baby brother grow up into this sexy guy in front of me? Obviously I had missed something.
I didn't have time to figure it out because he soon climbed in bed, spreading my legs and positioning himself between them. I held my legs open at the knees while he pushed his cock inside me. We both moaned as he sank into me.
“Oh fuck, I can't believe I'm finally fucking you,” he said, as he pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in.
I wrapped an arm around him and thrust my hips up to him, urging him to keep doing that. He kept thrusting, pumping me fast and deep. I went from panting to moaning as my horny younger sibling fucked me. It didn't take long for me to reach the point of no return. After all the fingering before my pussy had been aching for a cock and after only a few minutes of being penetrated again and again by a long hard teenage cock my pussy was quivering and on the verge of release.
“Oh God, Max, I'm cumming!” I cried out, completely losing control of my body as I came, gasping and moaning while his cock continued to slide in and out of me. Max grabbed a handful of my hair and rode me hard for a moment before cumming inside me, moaning and grinding his hips into me as he filled me with his cum.
I was in a state of sexual bliss, and was quietly content as we rested a moment, catching our breath. I was feeling really relaxed when Max suddenly turned me over and pulled me up onto my knees in front of him. I felt his cock poking at me, hard again. Once again, I was pleasantly surprised. He thrust inside me and started fucking me, holding my hips as his cock worked in and out of me, sending waves of pleasure through my pussy. I grabbed onto the sheet in an effort to maintain my sanity as his cock caused intensely wonderful sensations to nearly overwhelm me.
I found myself rocking back against him desperately as his cock hit just the right spot in me again and again. I started to whimper and rub my clit, mewling as I got closer and closer to release. I could not believe even Max was an incredible fuck. I was truly the luckiest sister in the world.
Just when I thought things couldn't get any better, he pushed a finger in my ass and fingered me while he fucked me. I went crazy. I had never had that done to me before and I loved it.
“Oh God, yes! Finger my ass while you fuck my pussy!” I cried, as he pounded away. “Fuck your cock is so good!”
I came again, shuddering and gasping into the pillow as my pussy clenched again and again uncontrollably in sweet release. My brain informed me that my pussy probably could not cum anymore or it would be sore. My pussy informed me that it wanted more cock.
“Mia, ride me,” Max said, and pulled out of me to lay on the bed.
I straddled him and eased myself down on his cock. My pussy squeezed tight in joy. I raised my hips up and down, riding the long hard pole currently fucking my cunt. I braced my hands on Max's chest and enjoyed the look of bliss on his face as I worked him relentlessly, making up for all the lonely nights I'd had in the last month. Max pulled me down to him and kissed me deeply, then cupped my ass in his hands as I continued to hump and grind myself down on him.
“Oh yeah, fuck me,” he groaned, and I did just that, rocking back and forth faster as I felt another orgasm creeping up inside me. Max began to thrust up into me, and our wild fucking had the bed bouncing and us panting as release crept closer and closer for both of us.
“Mia, I'm cumming!” he told me.
When I felt his cum flooding my pussy I came hard. I lost control, spasming on him as pleasure ran rampant through my body. He kept thrusting up into me until my orgasm waned and I went still on his softening cock. I closed my eyes and just lay there on him thinking that I was finally completely satisfied. It was such a relief. I felt so relaxed and wonderful.
“I'm so glad we did this,” he said, stroking my hair.
“Me too,” I said.
I fell asleep that night thinking that I'd had the best day ever.
And the good days just kept on coming.
Since that day things have gotten really exciting for me. I mean, between Aaron, Josh and Max, I get plenty of sex these days. And the funny thing is that all of them think they're the only one I fuck!
I do whatever I want at work and I never get written up. I always look good, dressed in all the latest clothes, bags and shoes. I never did return Josh's credit card. And that paper I needed for English class? Got an A. I can pretty much coast for the rest of the semester.
Life is good.
Of course, I'm still on the lookout for a new boyfriend, but hey...I'm not in any real rush.