I suppose it's nice enough to have Alexa home from college for the summer. It will probably be the last summer quite like this, because next year she'll graduate, and who knows what either of us will be doing a year from now.
And it's nice, because I like Alexa and everything. I mean, who wouldn't? She's 21, a wildly successful biology major about to start her senior year in college. Smart, friendly to virtually everyone she knows, not to mention nice to look at.
But whenever she's here, it seems like I hear more often than usual: "Gee, Lance, when Alexa was your age, wasn't she already . . .?" And the answer is almost always yes, no matter what the question is. Yes, Aunt Mary, Alexa had already decided on a major when she was 18. Yes, Uncle Bert, Alexa had already been accepted to an impressive university when she was my age. Yes, Alexa was already dating, quite a lot, actually.
I'm not sure how people can ask me these questions with a straight face and not see how substandard it makes me seem by comparison. Are they trying to make some kind of a statement? If so I wish they'd just make the damn statement and get it over with instead of trying to seem all warm and fuzzy.
I suppose I'm getting used to it, but a part of me won't mind when things get back to normal in September. And I'll be 19 in October, so by then maybe the age-18 questions will end.
"Hey Lance!" Alexa bounded down the stairs and found me on the couch reading a sci-fi novel.
"Hey Sis. Looking sharp tonight." Did I mention that she's nice to look at? She had on a black tank with lace in strategic places. I've always liked it, although when she wears it I sometimes find myself studying the holes in the lace more intently than I should. Underneath it she apparently had on a black bra, judging by the straps just visible over her shoulders. Her slim dark grey pants had pinstripes slightly paler than the fabric. But the most eyecatching part of her outfit was a bright red silk scarf loosely tied around her neck, with the ends dangling in front of her.
"Of course I'm looking sharp," she said. "It's not every day I introduce my boyfriend to my family, and I'm sure as hell not gonna do it in a sloppy T-shirt."
"Are you trying to tell me something?" I said, grabbing the hem of the T-shirt I had on.
"Nope, not a thing. Above all, be comfortable. The worse you look, the better Jason looks by comparison."
I thought it was a ludicrous statement, because nobody would be comparing me to Alexa's boyfriend. Sure, we'd all be silently judging him, mom and dad trying to figure out why he wasn't good enough for Alexa, but my wardrobe wouldn't be on anyone's mind.
"So where is this well-dressed Jason?" I asked. "I thought he was supposed to be here by 5:30."
She sighed. "He just texted that he ran into serious traffic. He probably won't be here until a quarter after 6."
"Ouch. That's not a good way to get on mom's good side, when she expects everyone sitting down to eat at 6 o'clock sharp."
"Yes, Lance, thanks for pointing out the obvious. I'm going to ask mom if she can wait until 6:30."
I said, "Good luck with that," and she huffed at me as she left for the kitchen.
* * *
The doorbell finally rang at 6:25, and Alexa bolted for the door. Jason was carrying a vase of fresh flowers, and he struggled to hold it as Alexa wrapped her arms around him before he made it through the doorway. As they untangled, she put the vase on a side table and walked him into the kitchen. "Mom, Dad, Lance, Madison: This is Jason."
Jason was much taller than Alexa, at least a couple of ticks over six feet, and he did look nice. He had on a long-sleeved white shirt under a button-up vest that had a subtle pattern of pale green and navy blue. It was the kind of thing that never even remotely occurred to me to wear. He had a neatly-trimmed beard, the same color blond as the rest of his wavy hair.
Mom chimed in immediately. "Jason, we're just about to sit down to eat. Come in and let Alexa get you something to drink." In a louder voice, she said to the rest of us, "Everyone, get yourselves set down." Jason could have no way of knowing, but Mom always said this same thing when she was stressed about dinner being late.
We all filtered into the dining room and sat in our usual places, mom and dad on the ends of the table, me and Madison on one side, and Alexa on the other side. Jason sat next to Alexa in the chair that was usually empty when it was just the five of us. Mom had Alexa and Madison on either side of her, and Dad had me and Jason. The boys at one end and the girls at the other.
There were a few pleasantries as we passed the meatloaf and potatoes around the table, and slowly but surely we began to find out more and more about Jason. He had just graduated in the spring, majored in phys ed, but was still looking for a "real" job. To pay the rent he was working as a lifeguard at a private pool.
I particularly enjoyed watching Mom and Dad's reactions to these tidbits. Dad was the silent type, limiting himself to raised eyebrows and a thoughtful stroke of the chin. Mom gave some vocalization almost every time we learned something: "Oh, really?" "My goodness!" Or a concerned grunt disguised as just plain "Oh." I could imagine them thinking: My precious daughter is dating a lifeguard? A lifeguard who, even if he succeeds wildly in achieving all his dreams, which is doubtful, will be an elementary school P.E. teacher? My precious daughter, who has her whole life ahead of her right after med school?
Thank god for Madison, because she broke the tension once in a while and took the focus off Jason. This is what 10-year-olds do. At one point she volunteered that her P.E. teacher was a moron and that Jason ought to work at her school.
Alexa didn't say much, but she kept playing with the ends of her scarf like she was nervous, even though she isn't the fidgety type. I couldn't understand why she would be nervous, until our plates were just about empty and she said, "Everyone, Jason and I have an announcement."
I don't know what Mom thought the announcement would be, but she said, "No, dear god, no," which I thought was rude.
Alexa ignored her and got right to the point. "We're moving in together."
Mom dropped her fork, and her head bobbed so deeply that I thought she'd graze her hair in the ketchupy sauce on her plate. But she came up clean and far from speechless. "Alexa, really? Are you sure this is such a good idea right now? I mean, Jason seems like a very nice boy, but is this the right time?"
Alexa started to answer, but Dad beat her to it. "I think what your mother is trying to say is that we want to make sure you make your choices for the right reasons." Mom nodded as he went on. "We want you to have a good launch."
Dad used the word "launch" when he was talking about getting me and Alexa out of the house. I was tired of the word, and I could tell by Alexa's face that she wasn't thrilled either.
"We've made up our minds," she said, "and this is something we both think is right, and we think the time is right."
Mom shot a look at Dad and pursed her lips. It was kind of a good thing that we were all there, because she couldn't very well erupt with her normal magnitude in this crowd. Instead she said, "What about waiting until you graduate, dear?"
"Mom," said Alexa, "we've already decided this. We're both adults. We're here to let you know, not to debate." Alexa's face was starting to redden, and I could hear in the lilt of her voice that she was getting a little worked up.
It was Dad's turn again. "Alexa, I know this will make you happy right now, but we want to make sure you think about how this will impact your future."
"My future is with Jason," she said.
I guess Mom couldn't resist, even though Jason was sitting right there. "Don't you want to see who else is out there, though?"
Jason had been quiet through this exchange, but he finally came to Alexa's rescue. His voice was calm and he didn't sound a bit offended. "I want you to know that I love your daughter very, very much," he said, looking at Alexa. "She's on my mind every waking moment, and I need to be with her every night and every morning."
This was pressing uncomfortably close to describing what they would be doing in bed together, but no one stopped him. "Alexa makes my life complete, and I can't imagine being without her. She is the most thoughtful and intelligent person I have ever met, and you must know that you raised her to make smart decisions. I am truly honored and humbled that she chose me."
Alexa turned to face Jason while he was talking, and she got the goofiest face, her mouth crinkled up and her eyebrows raised. She said softly toward him, "Oh, Jason," and the two of them held each others' eyes for a beat. Finally she faced forward again and said, "See what I mean about him?"
Jason's speech put the issue to rest, at least for the moment, because the next thing Mom said was, "Well, everyone pass your plates this way and I'll take them back into the kitchen."
Alexa must have been feeling bold. Now that she had some momentum, she continued on offense. "By the way, thanks for letting Jason stay overnight tonight. If it's okay, we'll sleep on the fold-out couch in the basement, because my room is too small for both of us."
Mom stopped stacking plates and said, "Young lady, this is still our house, and while you're here we set the rules. I've made up the guest room for Jason."
I'd had plenty of fights with Alexa over the years, enough that I could tell by her expression she was ready to get in some more blows with Mom. But Jason silently reached over and grabbed her hand, and she turned to see him nod almost imperceptibly. She paused and said, "Okay, Mom," and with that the argument was apparently over. Alexa never let me win a fight so easily.
* * *
After dessert, we split up and went our separate ways. Alexa helped Jason get his stuff out of the car and settled him in the guest room. Mom was rattling around in the kitchen, and Dad was playing cards with Madison. I grabbed my book and a soda and went down to the basement, the only quiet floor, to avoid any further evening drama. I settled on the sofa and put my feet up. This was the same sofa that had been the subject of Alexa's unsuccessful offensive drive earlier.
After a few minutes I heard footsteps on the stairs, and Alexa and Jason materialized on their way down. "And this is the basement, obviously," said Alexa.
"Nice," said Jason. "So this is where you wanted to spend the night? What's so great about the bed down here?"
"Nothing, just that it's bigger than the one in my room. Plus, any bed is great when you're in it, Jason." They giggled in unison.
"Um, hello?" I said, though I was in plain sight. "There are other people down here, and we don't really want to hear about your bed."
"Lance, wasn't Jason a perfect gentleman at dinner?" Alexa was literally gushing. "Defending my thoughtfulness and intelligence and all? Can you believe what a sweetheart he is? I know Mom would never say so, but I hope at least you noticed."
"Sure. You guys have my permission to shack up," I said.
Jason laughed, but Alexa didn't. "Not even your usual snark can bother me tonight, Lance." She turned to Jason and asked, "Hey, how about watching a movie or something?"
"OK with me," he said. She rummaged through a drawerful of DVDs and came up with something she must have liked.
"The Truth About Cats and Dogs?" she asked.
Jason said, "I don't think I've ever seen it." Alexa cooed, thrilled at the prospect of spreading "Cats and Dogs" to someone new.
"You'll love it, Jase, I promise. It's one of my favorite movies." She popped it in the DVD player and fired it up.
I groaned. A movie that was one of Alexa's favorites is a movie I've seen plenty of. "I guess I'll go back upstairs and find somewhere else to read in peace and quiet," I said, but they weren't paying attention to me. I gathered up my book and drink while the two of them snuggled up against each other on the couch, getting ready for the opening credits. As I was walking toward the staircase, Jason must have whispered something in Alexa's ear, because she started giggling and put her arm around him.
Just as I was about to put my foot on the first step up the stairs, I heard Jason's voice softly, and it sounded like he said, "Maybe we can even see how this folds out."
This was a perfectly innocent thing to say, but it caught my attention. I stopped in my tracks, one foot on the floor and one foot on the first step, and looked back over at the couch. The two of them were intertwining their limbs, paying much more attention to each other than the movie, but not a bit of attention toward me. Completely on the spur of the moment, in a move that was either one of the smartest or the dumbest of my life, I decided not to go upstairs. Instead I turned to my left, where there was a walk-in closet we used to store off-season clothes. I opened the door, went inside, and closed the door behind me as quietly as humanly possible.
The closet door had those louvered slats, and I could sort of see out if I held my head up against the door at the right height. I looked through the slats at the couch and immediately had my first pang of regret. What the hell did I think I was doing? Watching my sister and her boyfriend fool around? I immediately thought about bailing and going on upstairs, but then I thought they might catch me on the way out. It was pitch black in the closet, and I was sure they couldn't see me in there. I set my book and soda on the floor, deciding to wait and see what happened.
Jason lounged lengthwise along the couch, and Alexa leaned back against him. I could hear them talking to each other, and I could see their facial reactions, but I could only hear about every third word. Soon enough he caught her ear in his lips and sucked on it, causing her to close her eyes and smile broadly. His hand appeared on her torso, softly massaging her tummy, then disappearing under her tank top. I could see the bulge move around under the cloth, reaching higher and higher, finally stopping as it cupped one of her breasts.
I could feel the beginnings of a stirring in my pants, and immediately the feeling of regret returned. Was I imagining myself being on the couch with Alexa instead of Jason? Was I getting turned on by the thought of cupping my sister's breast in my hand? My sister, the same one I fought with my whole life, the one I snarked at whenever I wanted? Lying there on the sofa, she looked like a goddess in her black outfit. My mind vacillated back and forth between knowing I should leave and wanting to see more. I kept watching.
Alexa's eyes popped open all of a sudden. She whispered something, and he pulled his hand away. She got up from the couch and walked directly toward the closet where I was standing. My heart pounded with fear, and I instinctively started trying to think of a plausible explanation for why I was standing in a dark closet in the basement. But she wasn't worried about the closet. Instead, when she got to the foot of the stairs, she looked up a flight, then said back to Jason, in a normal voice, "Don't worry, he must have closed the door when he left."
She was only two feet away from me when she said this, and as she went back to the sofa I realized I'd been holding my breath. I let it out again and reminded myself to breathe.
She snuggled back up against Jason, but then he whispered something to her that made her giggle again. She nodded, smiling, and they stood up and threw the couch cushions on the floor. Jason heaved the bed up and out of the couch cavity and unfolded it. The bed had a thin mattress with a thinner pad, topped with sheets that were permanently wrinkled from being folded up in the couch.
Ironically, the sofa bed was the least comfortable bed in the house. I was forced to sleep down here when a bunch of relatives were staying with us and all the beds upstairs were spoken for. Now I was getting a whole new appreciation for it.
Alexa dexterously reached between the sofa and the wall and pulled out a pair of pillows, flattened but usable. She tossed them on the newly opened bed and followed immediately behind. She kicked off her shoes, and he took this as permission to do the same.
Jason rolled on top of Alexa, and though I couldn't see exactly what was happening, it was clear that they were engaged in a deep, passionate kiss. All I could hear was muffled dialogue from the movie, this favorite film of hers that no one was watching. I thought how funny it would be for me to ask Jason about the plot over breakfast and see what he said.
He leaned up on his elbows and loosened the scarf around Alexa's neck, pulling it all the way off and tossing it on the pillow next to them. Then, oddly, he reached over and felt the scarf between his fingers, picked it back up, and whispered something to her. I couldn't see her face, but I could hear her giggle again, and she sat up.
Jason took her scarf and wrapped it around her head, covering her eyes like a blindfold. It was long enough that it went around twice before he tied it in back, then checked to make sure her nose was clear. He waved his hand in front of her eyes, and must have been satisfied that she couldn't see through the red fabric.
The blindfold routine seemed unusual to me, but then I probably wasn't the best judge of what's normal in bed, seeing as how I was basically a virgin. I wondered if the two of them did this kind of thing often, or ever. In any case, I was totally transfixed and could not wait to see more.
Alexa lied back down on the bed and Jason pulled up the hem of her tanktop, revealing her belly button, which he proceeded to kiss and lick. Alexa's arms were over her head and she was cooing softly. I cursed my viewing angle. Sometimes Jason was blocking my view, and the two of them were too far away to see as well as I'd have liked.
He pulled the tanktop up higher, and Alexa lifted herself off the bed enough so he could take it all the way off, revealing her black bra. His fingers and tongue explored the newly exposed skin, working his way along her shoulders, upper arms, and neck. While his head was nearby, she grabbed him and pulled him to her again in another kiss.
I couldn't explain it, because nothing X-rated had happened, but my cock was stiffening at the sight of the two of them. I always knew my sister was a sexy person, but I'd never thought about what she would be like when she was with a guy. She wasn't a woman that immediately came to mind when I thought of women I'd like to have sex with. But right now, watching her squirm blindfolded, I wanted desperately to be Jason. The feeling felt wrong somehow. I mean, it was my sister. But I couldn't stop feeling it.
Jason pulled away from her just long enough to take off his own vest and shirt. His body made me feel puny by comparison. He had the upper body of a swimmer, with well-defined musculature and an even tan, probably the result of hours in a lifeguard chair. Alexa reached out and felt his chest, humming when she realized it was bare. She sat up and put her arms out forward, apparently an invitation for Jason to take off her bra. He took the invitation rapidly, unhooking it from the back and letting it fall away, giving me my first view of my sister's exquisite breasts.
While she was sitting up I had a much better view, enough to see her breasts clearly. I thought they looked perfect in every way, gorgeous pale skin topped with luscious pink nipples that I wanted so much to taste. They were exactly the right size, just big enough to fill a hand, as Jason eagerly demonstrated.
She fell flat on her back again as Jason fulfilled my fantasy, kissing her nipples and letting his tongue run wild over them, first one breast, then the other. I watched her chest rise and fall more deeply than before, and I could hear the slightest of moans coming from her lips. I was so intently focused on them that I was barely aware that I was unzipping my own jeans, pulling out my cock and finding it massively hard. I couldn't resist stroking it, trying to keep quiet as though my life depended on it.
Jason found the fastener on the side of Alexa's pants, not in the front where I'd have looked. He smoothly undid them and slid them down and over her legs, leaving her black panties and blindfold as her only remaining cover. I'd seen my sister's legs many times, but never like this. She split her legs apart and grabbed him between them, pulling him to her. Despite the blindfold, she clearly knew what she was doing and what she wanted.
She felt her way to the front of Jason's pants and massaged the bulge in front, making him sigh. She rolled him over onto his back and increased her ministrations. I tried to massage my own cock with the same speed and pressure she gave Jason, imagining Alexa touching me instead of him. She unsnapped and unzipped Jason's pants and pulled out his cock by touch alone, holding it between her hands. His cock was thick and hard, and as she stroked it I could see how much bigger it was than her hands.
When she moved her red-blindfolded head towards his crotch, I got a sharp pang of jealousy. I wanted to scream at her: Alexa! You're not going to put that strange cock in your mouth! Come on! My cock is part of our family. If I knew you liked sucking cock I'd have given you mine every day. Please, sis, I'm the one you want. Please?
My jealousy wasn't enough to tear my eyes away from them, and when she enveloped the tip of his cock in her mouth, Jason said, "Oh, god, Lex," the first audible thing I'd heard from either of them since the bed was unfolded.
Even without seeing it, she sucked his cock like I'd only dreamed of. She sucked it like a popsicle, then licked it along its length, front and back, around and around, then sucked on it corn-on-the-cob style. Jason was writhing on the bed and my cock was aching for release even though it had only my hand working on it.
Suddenly I heard the door open upstairs. I froze with guilt, but almost immediately realized that I wasn't the one with anything to worry about. "Alexa?" Mom called from the top of the stairs. "Is everything OK?"
They were remarkably still for being so close to deep shit. She took Jason's cock out of her mouth but kept it warm in her hand. Alexa said, "Yeah, fine, Mom. We're watching a movie."
"OK, well, your father and I are going to bed. We'll see you in the morning."
"K, good night," Alexa said.
"Good night, Jason," Mom said.
Jason gathered himself enough to say, "Good night."
Then Mom said, "Good night, Lance."
Oh, shit. Jason looked at Alexa quizzically for a beat, and I could imagine a similar quizzical look under her blindfold. Finally she said, "Lance isn't down here. He went upstairs a while ago."
"Oh, OK then. I guess I didn't look hard enough for him. Well, see you in the morning."
And then the sound of the door closing again. Soft giggling from the bed, and a few whispers.
I thought I would have a heart attack. The two of them were damn lucky that Mom didn't come downstairs. I had a nagging worry about what might happen if Mom couldn't find me upstairs, but I quickly put this out of my mind when Alexa popped Jason's cock back in her mouth. Not a minute later it had regained full strength, overcoming the slight loss of stiffness during Mom's visit.
If Alexa had my cock in her mouth, I would probably not move until she pulled away, but Jason sat up and set his cock free, the tip bobbing around as he rearranged himself on the sofabed. He finished what Alexa had started by pulling his pants and boxers off all the way in one motion, then climbed back on the bed. His butt was a much lighter shade than his chest and back, and the tan line halfway down his thighs revealed how long his "uniform" is at work.
He grabbed the waistband of her panties, and I knew another of my life-defining moments was about to occur. She lifted her butt off the bed and I watched him slide the panties off and deposit them on the floor with the rest of their unwanted clothes. Unfortunately I got only the quickest of glimpses of her pussy before he moved between her legs and blocked my view. It was enough to make me want more.
He put one hand under each of her butt cheeks and pulled her whole body toward the foot of the bed, letting her knees bend over the edge of the mattress. Jason dropped to his knees and his mouth was at pussy height. He rested his arms on Alexa's thighs, letting his hands wander across her body as he licked my sister's slit, turning them both on even more than they already were.
Not to mention turning me on at the same time. After stroking my cock through my fly all this time, I realized that if the two of them were going to be naked, I had to have my pants off too. As quietly as I could, I pulled down my jeans and boxers, lifting one foot at a time as they landed in a heap on the floor.
I had never been more horny than I was at that moment, the sight of my sister getting so willingly eaten by this guy who was clearly in love and in lust with her. I felt a drop of sticky precum at the tip of my cock, which I quickly rubbed all over the head, reveling in the intense sensations.
My body was starting to ache from being in the same position for so long, and when I shifted one foot, by mistake I kicked my book that was still on the floor. It made a noise that was louder than I'd hoped, but I felt it was not loud enough to be audible outside the closet. I resumed my watch through the louvers.
Before I knew what was happening, Jason left his spot between my sister's legs and walked directly to the closet where I was hiding, staring right at my eyes that I thought were so carefully concealed. He threw the closet door open all the way, and I was literally caught with my pants down.
Suddenly I was more afraid than I'd ever been in my life. The possible consequences raced through my mind: immortal shame with Alexa, and surely she'd tell our parents, and then word would make its way through the whole family and all my friends and acquaintances. Not to mention the threat of physical harm, as Jason stood there in front of me, clearly capable of inflicting pain on me despite the fact that he was naked.
But to my surprise, Jason made not a sound. He had a half-smile on his face, and he absent-mindedly reached down and gave his cock a stroke. When he let it go the tip bobbed up and down. I was trying to think about what to say but coming up completely blank. I opened my mouth to break the silence without having even a single word on my tongue, but as soon as I did, Jason put his finger to his lips in the universal "be quiet" gesture.
"Jason?" Alexa purred from the bed. "Where'd you go?"
"Right here, babe," he said, still facing me. "I was just looking for something."
Jason grabbed me by the arm and pulled me toward the bed and my naked, blindfolded sister. She looked so tempting that I couldn't decide what part of her body to ogle. My cock had softened considerably when Jason opened the closet door, but events were changing quickly, much more quickly than my brain could keep track of. My cock had no such difficulties, and was returning to full mast at the sight of Alexa on the bed.
Her whole body was so much closer to me that I found myself transfixed by the details I couldn't notice from the closet. The pink circles that surrounded her nipples had a different texture than the rest of her breasts. With her legs draped over edge of the mattress, I found myself drawn in by the sight of her pussy, hair neatly trimmed but not bare. But what I couldn't ignore is that her lips were separated and she was soaking wet. She unquestionably was ready to be fucked right at that moment.
"Looking for what?" she said.
"Oh, I was trying to find some, uh, lube," Jason said. "Do you have any down here?"
"Yeah, in the bottom drawer with the DVDs, way, way in the back. Take out the last few discs and you'll see it."
"OK," he said.
Jason silently poked me in the ribs, drawing my attention away from my sister, pointed at me, then pointed at the drawer. I got the idea. I slinked over to the console and opened the bottom drawer, reveling in the illicitness of the whole thing.
"You should get a condom while you're in there, too," she said.
"I can't wait, babe. You look so luscious right now," Jason said to her, mirroring my thoughts exactly.
I pulled out the last three DVDs, and sure enough, underneath I found a tube of K-Y jelly and a smattering of condoms. How fascinating that her sexual paraphernalia was right there where anyone could find it. I grabbed the tube and one rubber, but left the discs on the floor and the drawer open, before starting back toward the foot of the bed.
Jason hadn't touched Alexa while I was on my errand, but now that I was back he stepped between her legs again and she cooed when she felt his body touch hers.
I set the tube on the bed, far enough from Alexa that it wouldn't be in the way. Jason caught my attention by waving a hand in front of me. When I turned to look at him, he pointed at me, then pointed at the floor right next to him. He wanted me to be closer? I moved toward him and stood where he'd pointed.
At the same time, Jason dropped down to his knees and snaked his arms under Alexa's thighs, letting his tongue work her pussy again. From my vantage point, I could see every lick, every time his tongue slid across my sister's snatch, each time making her hum with contentedness. At this sight, I couldn't help it, I reached a hand down to my cock again. With Jason's full attention on his task, and Alexa blindfolded, it occurred to me that I was again fulfilling a voyeuristic fantasy that no one was watching at the moment, but this time it was immensely more satisfying. I was so close that I could take in Alexa's scent.
When Jason stood up again, his mouth and chin glistened. His cock throbbed. It was the meanest, hardest cock I'd ever seen in the flesh, way bigger than it looked from the closet. I watched him grind it up against Alexa's pussy. I felt like my cock was as hard as it had ever been, ready to peel through the skin, I wanted so much to watch him fuck my sister from this angle.
Instead, Jason pointed at me again, and I wondered what he had in mind for me this time. Where he pointed next shocked me: Alexa's left tit. I looked at him questioningly, and he stuck his tongue out at me and wiggled it. Then he held both hands up and deliberately put them behind his back, only to wiggle his tongue at me again. I got the message. No touching.
I stepped up to the side of the bed, where her breast was within easy reach. I was practically unable to control my amazement at getting permission to put this breast in my mouth, this breast I've wondered about for so many years. The pale white skin, much paler than I'd expected, contrasted with the tan on her shoulders and arms. Her nipple was the size and color of a pencil eraser, and the areola a shade of lighter pink. Her chest was rising and falling as she breathed, and with great trepidation, I let my tongue fall lightly on the nipple, tasting my sister's body for the first time.
"Ooh, Jason, yeah," she said, suddenly.
I pulled away and looked back at Jason for reassurance. He had a thin smile on his face and nodded. He still had his cock pressed against Alexa's pussy, but I could tell he wasn't fucking her because the tip of his cock came into view between their bodies as he rocked himself against her.
I turned back to the breast and caught the nipple between my lips, feeling the stiffness as I rolled it left and right across my mouth. I sucked lightly, and when I did Alexa said, "Jason, don't tease me. You know what I like." I pulled away from her and looked at Jason, hoping for some guidance.
"I love making love to you," he said, but as soon as he was done talking, he looked at me, pointed at Alexa's tit again, and wiggled his tongue at me even faster than before.
Once again I put my mouth on my sister's tit, but this time I flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth across Alexa's nipple, over and over again. It took only about three flicks for her body to respond with a deep breath followed by a soft moan, gentle swaying of her body, and even more noticeable stiffening of the nipple.
I was so turned on that I could literally feel the precum drizzling out of my cock, probably leaving a wet spot on the bedspread or someplace. But I wanted that breast like I've never wanted anything else. I instinctively stopped flicking her nipple and opened my mouth as wide as I could, trying but certainly failing to take the whole breast in my mouth at once. Her skin was hot to the touch, heating up my tongue and lips as they tried to explore every bit of her they could.
Alexa cooled down when I did this, as I could see it wasn't stimulating her as much as the flicking tongue. But I was certainly stimulated.
"Jason," she said, "what did you want the lube for?"
I stepped away from the bed to see how Jason wanted to handle this question. The lube was just a prop, and they sure didn't need any, as wet as she was. Meanwhile I looked down to see a long strand of precum connecting the tip of my cock to the side of the bed where I'd been a second before. The sticky goo continued to ooze from me uncontrollably.
"I want to see what it's like when you're even wetter than usual," Jason said.
Alexa must have liked this idea, because she said, "Ooh, yeah, wet me up."
Jason stepped away from her legs, pointed at me, then pointed at the tube of lube. I reached over to grab it for him, but something wild came over me, something I thought of right on the spur of the moment. Instead of opening the tube, I tightly grabbed the base of my cock with my right hand and pulled it all the way to the tip, milking enough precum to completely coat my thumb and two fingers, with enough extra to slowly ooze down the sides of my cock.
I held out these three fingers to Jason, fully expecting him to throw me out of the room. Instead, he was grinning widely. He stepped aside and pointed to Alexa's slit.
A burst of adrenaline shot through me as I realized what he wanted me to do. I moved toward her slowly, giving him plenty of time to stop me if I'd misread him. He didn't.
The folds of Alexa's pussy were already slick with moisture, and as I added my contribution to the mixture, I couldn't help letting my sticky fingers caress the folds up and down, feeling a pussy for the first time. Alexa must have been as turned on as I was, because when I touched her she gyrated her body, almost like she wanted to grab a finger inside her.
The brazenness of this display dawned on me then. My sister's naked body is enough to turn me on so much that I'm drenched in precum, and I'm using it to soak her even more. And not only is it my sister, who I've never even so much as seen naked before, but her boyfriend is standing right next to me, just as naked, and apparently just as turned on as us two.
"More, Jase," she said. "More lube."
Jason turned to me, raised his eyebrows, and put his palms up in front of him, letting me have the show. I stepped closer to Alexa, squeezed out another batch of juice from my willing cock, and continued to slather her pussy. I did this three or four more times in a row, each time getting somewhat less out, but by the end I could feel my stickiness combining with hers. The combined juices from me and Alexa and Jason were drizzling out of her slit and down onto the sheets, and no matter how much I tried to catch it with my fingers, I couldn't. Her pussy was so open, so ready that half of my index finger went inside her before I knew what was happening.
While I was occupied Jason picked up the condom, and the sound of the wrapper tearing open brought me away from Alexa again. I moved to a place where I thought I'd have the best view, and turned to watch Jason get his cock dressed.
But instead, he took the condom out of the package and handed it to me, pointed at my achingly hard cock, and back again at Alexa's dripping wetness.
I literally couldn't believe what was happening: Jason wanted me to fuck my own sister, with his permission, while he stood and watched. I didn't think about how taboo it was to fuck my sister, maybe because she was blindfolded and wouldn't even know. But how could she not know? How could I possibly make love to her so she would think it was Jason inside her?
None of this mattered in the least. I unrolled the condom onto my cock, just the way they'd showed us in health class with a cucumber. I thought I'd have an orgasm just from the condom, but fortunately I relaxed enough to avoid it.
I positioned myself between Alexa's thighs and at first let my rubbered cock explore the folds of her pussy, just like my fingers had done earlier. She was wet, and she was so ready for me. Just like with my finger, her pussy sucked up the tip of my cock, and then I smoothly slid in all the way, the rolled-up part of the condom jammed between our bodies.
"I need you so bad," Alexa said, and it felt exactly like she was saying it to me.
Jason said, "I love you, babe, you make me so wild I don't know what comes over me sometimes."
There was no more talking. Alexa's body was moving in a steady rhythm with mine that was getting quicker and deeper by the second. I pounded in her over and over, relishing these sensations I'd never experienced before. Her arms lifted from the bed, and I was afraid she'd touch my chest and immediately recognize it as much scrawnier than the one she was used to.
But Jason was watching her too, and he reached a hand around my abs and with a firm grasp, pulled me out of her. She gasped and said, "More, oh god, more, don't stop."
Jason stepped right where I'd been standing and filled her pussy with his own cock, leaving it vacant not two seconds. He'd apparently found his own condom while I was busy.
He immediately matched her speed, but then lifted both her legs over her head, and she moaned loudly at this. His mouth descended on her breast, and as he was flicking her nipple just like he showed me, I wondered why I hadn't thought to spend more time on her tits when I had the chance.
My cock was by now aching for release. I squeezed it in my hand and gave it a tight stroke, only to be surprised by how wet is was. The stroke made a squishy sound, and when he heard it Jason turned toward me and gave me an evil eye. I carefully and slowly took the condom off, revealing a purplish head that continued to ooze precum.
Jason let Alexa's nipple go and reached his right hand against her side, and she automatically lifted herself up, allowing him to slide his hand under her lower back. She moaned deeply at this, and Jason kept up a frantic pace inside her. I could hear the slapping noise, and I caught myself thinking about what to try the next time I had sex with Alexa, before I realized how ludicrous that sounded.
Jason suddenly stopped completely, and Alexa took two more strokes before she followed suit. They stayed perfectly still for a full minute, just the heavy breathing and the movie audible. I stopped stroking my cock in unison, despite my overwhelming urge. Then Jason started pumping again, slowly picking up the pace and making her whimper. If I'd heard it in a different context I'd swear Alexa was in pain, but I knew this was not a whimper of pain.
Then he stopped again, and she said over heavy breaths, "Jase, please, please, keep going, I'm so close, keep going, god this feels so good." The sultry sexauality of her words were intoxicating, hearing them from her lips. I waited for Jason to obey my sister and fuck her more, but he stayed still and silent for another full minute. Alexa couldn't stay still that long the second time, and she started to writhe underneath him.
Ever so slowly he started once again to move inside her, and when he did she moaned loudly on every breath. Between moans she let out in a whisper, "Now, Jase, now," and in a heartbeat she was in the throes of an orgasm, surrendering herself to Jason's body. She threw her head back and grunted so loud I thought someone might hear from upstairs. Her whole body tensed, and Jason kept up a smooth, steady pace. I couldn't touch my cock because I knew even the slightest touch would be too much. Precum had drizzled all the way down the shaft.I watched her orgasm go on and on, three times or five times or ten times as long as one of my own, before Jason whispered, "Now, Lex, now," and I watched him close his eyes and slam against her, undoubtedly pumping his load of cum in my sister where mine should have been. This put me over the edge too, and as I grabbed my cock, the whole world was blotted out of my mind. A rope of cum shot two feet onto the bed, missing Alexa by only a few inches. I got my wits about me and aimed farther away from her as my cock shot six or seven more times, culminating in the wildest orgasm I'd ever had.
The two of them stayed perfectly still in their post-orgasmic bliss, their heavy breaths gradually slowing to a normal pace. I stood and watched in a stupor, still unable to believe what had just happened, unable to believe I still had my naked sister within eyeshot. Her breasts transfixed me, and when she raised her arms behind her head they jiggled just slightly, sensuously, deliciously--
I was brought out of my stupor when I caught Jason waving to get my attention. I realized that Alexa's arms were behind her head because she was untying the blindfold. Jason pointed at me, then pointed urgently back at the closet. I hustled back where I came from and closed myself in as silently as I could.
By the time I peeked out through the louvers again, the blindfold was gone. Alexa sat up and crushed her naked body against Jason's, kissing him deeply. I let out a deep breath, still incredulous at what had just happened.
* * *
The next morning I was awoken by the sound of the garage door opening. This was my perpetual curse for having a bedroom above the garage. Most likely this would be Mom and Dad going to church with Madison. I lay in bed for a few minutes, long enough to hear the car start and fade away, then the garage door rumbled closed again.
The light of day brought the events of the previous night into full focus. By the time I'd made it back to my bedroom and started replaying the night in my mind, my cock had been stiff again almost immediately. I'd jacked myself to another orgasm before I fell asleep, then dreamed all night long about fucking my sister.
Now I was having a hard time believing that what happened actually happened, and wasn't just a dream.
I wondered whether I was still a virgin. I'd been inside my sister's pussy, but it wasn't for very long, and there wasn't any orgasm on either side. Plus, she hadn't even known it was me. This left some ambiguity about my status. Despite the ambiguity, I felt like my life had passed a turning point.
Hunger finally propelled me out of bed and down the stairs. Alexa was already in the kitchen, unloading the dishwasher as though nothing had happened. Jason was nowhere to be seen. I knew I had to behave like my normal self, even though the sense of awkwardness was almost overwhelming.
"Hey Lance," she said. "How'd you sleep?"
"Oh, fine. Where's Jason?" I took a clean bowl out of the dishwasher and set it on the kitchen table, then went to the pantry to find a box of cereal.
"I don't know, upstairs I guess. Separate bedrooms, you know."
"Yeah, that's right, I forgot." I filled my bowl with frosted mini-wheats and then soaked them with milk. "Mom and Dad go to church?"
"Yeah, they just left a few minutes ago, with Madison. They said they won't be home until after lunch."
Between bites, I asked, "You and Jason have plans for today?"
She stopped unloading dishes, turned to me, and raised her eyebrows. "Well, that kind of depends on you."
"Is that so? How does it depend on me?"
"I'll show you. Join me in the dining room for a minute."
"Alexa, my cereal will get all soggy. Can't you wait 'til I'm done?"
"I think you'll want to see this. It'll just take a second."
"OK, but my soggy cereal will be on your conscience." With a huff I put down my spoon and followed her into the dining room.
Draped over one of the dining room chairs was the red scarf she'd been wearing the previous night. The scarf I'd seen her wearing, all by itself, while she was writhing through her orgasm. She grabbed it and pulled it off the chair, holding it up between us.
"You remember this scarf?" she said. My heart rate was inching upward.
"Um, yeah, you wore it last night, right?"
"I did. Now let me show you something about it. Sit down here for a sec," she said, pointing at the same chair.
I did as commanded. I was getting more and more curious about what she had in mind.
"Close your eyes," she said.
"OK, closed."
I could feel fabric being wrapped around my head, and I knew she was blindfolding me with the scarf. Why was she doing this? Had Jason told her I was down there? Was she planning some malicious punishment? She wrapped the scarf around my head twice, then I could feel her tying it in back.
"Now, open your eyes."
Jesus. I could see. Right through the fucking scarf. Things were reddish and blurry, but I could see everything.
I couldn't look at her. "Holy shit, Alexa. I --" I had no idea what to say.
"Lance, come on down to the basement. I want a better look this time."
My head jerked up at her. "Wait, what? What about Jason?"
"Oh, I'm sure he'll come down and join us."
* * *
The bad news: The rest of my cereal turned to mush. The good news: By noon, there was no more ambiguity.