ME: What? When?!
K: yesterday morning. I got up early and went downstairs and she was on the computer with her back to me.
K: I thought she was just shopping or something but she suddenly let out this MOOOOOAAAAN.
ME: She was looking at porn?!?
K: Yup!
ME: LOL Holy shit!
The image suddenly filed my head of me standing in Kelly’s shoes, creeping around the corner to find that sight. Just the idea brought with it the familiar sensation of my cock beginning to stiffen.
ME: What did you do?
K: Nothing. I just stood there. It looked like she had one hand feeling her tit she used the other to click her mouse ;).
K: She had her legs spread wide. It was so hot!
My cock was crying from my pants, begging to be released.
ME: You’re so bad. Getting turned on by Mom.
K: I know! It’s so nasty! But god it got me wet. Shit I still am just thinking about it!
My blood began to burn through my body as if it were pure fire.
ME: whoa there TMI.
I said, though only half meant it.
K: oh come on. You can’t tell me that it’s not a sexy image. You’d have been hard as a fucking flag pole if you saw her.
K: I bet you’re hard right now. Are you?
ME: That’s a little personal.
K: Why? you already know I’m wet.
K: Just tell me about your cock. It’s hard, isn’t it.
K: Come on Big Brother ;). Don’t be shy now.
This was insane. My fingers trembled as I typed my one word response.
ME: … maybe.
K: I FUCKING KNEW IT!
K: Is it wrong that this is turning me on more?
ME: YES!
K: Too bad. You’re still in the car huh?
ME: yeah. Why?
K: I was just thinking that it’s too bad. I’m at home so I can at least take care of my business.
K: you get to sit there in public with a boner and do nothing about it.
ME: first off, TMI. Second, that’s mean.
K: What? I’m just saying it kinda sucks for you.
K: Me, I get to play with my kitty right away.
K: Its so nice.
ME: Please tell me you’re not doing it right now.
K: … maybe.
K: 😉
ME: Okay, this is getting too to be a bit too much.
K: Awe come on and play a little.
ME: No, I need to go anyway. Don’t get me wrong, the thought of texting with my little sister while she fingers herself is tough to pass up.
ME: that was sarcasm by the way.
K: I don’t think it was.
K: But fine.
K: Oh, were you coming by for family dinner this weekend?
ME: I’ll be there.
K: Good.
K: See you then!
ME: Take care sis.
K: Will do. I got a kitty to feed. Go easy on your trouser snake!
I rolled my eyes as I tossed my phone in the passenger seat. My cock was hard as a rock and throbbing so hard I almost thought my heart had relocated.
The car was started and in a flash, I was home, pants around my ankles and cock in hand. And as I squeezed my flesh, coaxing out my sweet release, I kept telling myself to imagine the waitress; stripping off her clothes with pouting lips and begging for my cum. Yet no matter how hard I tried, each time I closed my eyes my imagination was corrupted with thoughts of my sister’s wet and hungry pussy, and the more it happened, the crippling sense of shame slowly began to fade.
Chapter 6.0
The next two days stumbled by on my calendar, drawing me closer and closer to our Family Dinner night. The time itself passing felt like an eternity. My senses were dulled, yet heightened at the same time. It was like I had been stumbling around my flat like a zombie in puberty. My libido had never felt like this, not even in high school. All thoughts had continually drifted to the opposite sex and two of these members in particular; as my conscience stayed with its losing battle to keep me cool like the last iceberg in heated waters; slowly but surely melting away until there was nothing.