Tara nudged open the front door, exhausted but pleased. It had been a long day, and after all the stores and appointments she looked forward to just relaxing the rest of the evening. Laden with shopping bags she bumped the door quietly shut with her back, not wanting to wake the rest of her family. Sneaking in late at night wasn't a problem for Tara -- she'd done it many times before, and with more incriminating companions than cans of soup. She didn't make a sound as she laid down the groceries and tip-toed into the livingroom.
William was waiting for her. Well, to a degree. The now post-graduate highschooler was passed out on the couch, his scrawny limbs dimly lit by the flickering of the tv's static. Tara covered her laugh. Her younger brother was so worried about her, about the doctor's visit today, that he'd tried his best to stay up despite himself.
"He never was an all-nighter kind of guy..." she hummed to herself, sneaking up beside him. His sandy-brown hair matched her own, though hers went halfway down her back. People often said they could tell immediately they were brother and sister, and it really showed. It might make things a bit difficult after graduation, considering what Tara learned today. But for right now he slept, attentively awaiting his dear sister's return in his dreams.
Tara carefully slid onto the couch and slipped the remote from his loose hand. The static flickered off, and everything quieted again. The place was just like it was a few months ago when she had snuck her boyfriend into the house while their parents were gone. Just two young bodies pressed close on the black cushioned couch, overlooked by the upstairs ledge and stairs. All alone. William yawned and stretched, brushing his hand along his sister. His fingers stopped just above her lap, and it sent a chill up Tara's spine -- a light touch, just like the night they found out how they really felt about one another.
Things turned out differently than she had planned for sure, but as for how it turned out...
Four Months Ago
The front door swung open as the two college students stumbled inside, too busy kissing to be subtle. Tara and her boyfriend Samuel had been going steady for a few months, and things were just really starting to heat up. At college they'd gone at it a few times already, but being back home made such naughty excursions almost impossible.
Not today though. Tara's parents were off on a business trip and only her little brother William remained home. Tonight he'd be studying for his finals, which Tara knew meant he'd be out like a light by midnight. And that meant she and Samuel could have fun however they pleased.
And pleased they did. Samuel's tongue danced with hers as Tara pulled him backwards towards the couch. Her giggles muffled against his lips when his petting hands seized her behind. They omphed onto the couch, falling back with Samuel pinning his wriggling girlfriend to the black leather. Tara kicked over a nightstand, but she couldn't care. Their stealth couldn't hide the brief escapes of their laughs, hums, then groans as they tore off the other's clothes. He peeled her cotton shirt off, she loosened his tight jeans, and soon enough their clothes mingled together on the floor Samuel's rubbed his tented boxers against Tara's silky panties, already wet with waiting.
"Mmm, god Samuel," Tara whispered when she could catch a breath, "I've missed this so much..." She nuzzled her hips towards him while stroking his naked flanks.
"Oh yeah, I can tell," He replied, nipping her neck, "Think you'll scream for me tonight, Tara?"
"Mmm-mmm," Tara shook her head, "My brother is still here. We can't be too loud, remember?"
"What? I thought you said you had this place to yourself tonight."
"I do, I do. It's just my parents that are gone though. William should be asleep now. He's been -- mmm -- studying for tests," Tara arched up to meet her boyfriend's hand, the one that slipped up under her bra and shucked it from her tits. "But we've got to be quiet, okay? Oh just like that Samuel..."
"You say that, but you're the one moaning so loud," the boy smirked and kept teasing Tara's little nipple, tugging on the small pink nub just like he knew she couldn't resist. "Maybe we'll give a show for your little bro, hmmm? Show him what a horny slut his sister really is."
"Samuel!" Tara hissed through her teeth, "Don't say that!"
"Say what? That your brother would love to get a piece of his horny big sister?" Samuel laughed. Tara scowled.
"I love William, but not like that. Don't say things like that! Just... ooh, just fuck me Samuel!"
"Shhh, we don't want to wake up your little bro now, right? He'll have to miss out while I fuck his big sister..." Samuel slid Tara's panties down to mid-thigh, not bothering to take them off her before the familiar crunch and crinkling of the condom wrapper filled the silence. Foreplay never was something Samuel wasted time with.
"He's not little. He's graduating in just a month..." Tara mumbled to herself, laying under her occupied boyfriend. It wasn't worth getting into an argument over, despite the instinctive desire to do just that. William was a good guy, sometimes too good. She had to defend him in elementary and middle school from his tormenters who always called him 'Tara's Cat' and 'Tom Thumb' for being small. But in high school he outgrew those names and even his big sister, and she wasn't short by a long shot. But he always had called her 'Big Sis', and he still did...
"Ahhh, there," Samuel said finally, stroking his wrapped-up c*ck a few times before recalling Tara her from her memories. "Yeahhh, time to show you what your brother only wishes he could do." The dark room hid Tara's frown, but it melted away when Samuel's hot member slid between her folds.
"Ohh god..." Tara moaned as quietly as she could, "Please... please go slow. I don't want to wake-" Samuel cut her off by driving hard into her. Tara hardly bit back her yelp as his condom-smoothed c*ck jammed inside her. His cotton boxers chaffed against her sensitive mound, and his loud grunting both enraged and aroused her.
"Q-quiet! Oh, ooh, oh!" The couch's leather squeaked as Samuel's force nudged her forward bit by bit. Tara grit her teeth, trying to keep quiet and to bite back the pain of his rough pounding, but her moaning still slipped past her lips. "If William is awake..." She thought, "He'll know what's happening down here for sure."
"Like that, huh?" Samuel growled, ramming harder into the squirming girl.
"Ummm, oooh, not -- not so hard Samuel." Tara looked up at his hard face, wondering if he could see her bitten lip and clenching eyes. Probably he couldn't, but still she gently tried to push his hips back.
"Ugh, fine -- you do it then." Samuel pulled out completely and flopped onto his back. Tara blinked and propped herself up on her elbows after an awkward moment. She eyed her boyfriend's c*ck. Even wrapped in the condom it made her mouth water, and her friends agreed she was lucky to have such a well-endowed guy all to herself.
"Well?" Samuel huffed, "Come on -- ride me like a good cowgirl." She wondered if she really was that lucky...
"Let me just cover up first..."
"Why?"
"What if William sees?"
"Then he'll know his sister has bangin' tits."
"I've got to be careful in case he wakes up," she reached for her bra, but Samuel grabbed her wrist and held her down.
"Nu-uh. I want to see these bouncing just for me, babe." His other hand fondled her bare breasts. She knew he loved them -- he said they were her best features. He palmed her firm tits, letting them overflow around his fingers, as if weighing and appraising them just as he had done every time her shirt came off. Tara wasn't so sure, but the look on Samuel's face told her she didn't have much of a choice in the matter.
So she slipped off her panties entirely and inched forward to straddle his hips. Grabbing the base of his c*ck, she guided it into her waiting p*ssy. She tossed her head back and groaned as she slowly sunk down till his balls nudged her bare ass.
"Yeahhh, that's good..." Samuel groaned, petting his girlfriend's ample hips, "Now show me why you're my bitch, Tara."
Cautiously, Tara began to post up and down. Lifting her ass and sinking back down made her p*ssy tighten and quiver so much better than Samuel's ramming. But instead of focusing on the pleasure, she glanced at the upstairs banister. It was too dark to see much, but William's room was the first door on the left. Door closed and light off, but still Tara worried. Every downward slide shook her breasts, a sheen sweat gleaming from them in the dim moonlight. Normally she'd never take such a risk, but she had been without Samuel for so long, and she always got so horny around this time of the month. She didn't want sex - she needed it.
"Mmmmm, finally getting into it are you?" Tara leaned forward just so, gripping his hard chest and letting her hips work his c*ck. She didn't answer -- just thrust her chest out over her boyfriend's face and tantalized him with those low-hanging fruits, yearning to be picked.
He didn't pick at all though. Rather he just reclined his head against his folded arms as she pumped faster and faster on him. Finally the girl felt the beginnings of that familiar knot tightening deep inside her stomach.
"Ahhh yesss," She hissed, tossing her long hair and arching up against him. Her whole body tensed, readying for what she'd been craving for weeks. She was almost there. Samuel got there first.
"Oh shit babe, I'm gonna c*m!"
"No no, wait!" Tara pled, forcing her hips to slow. But he grabbed her hips and slammed her down. Despite her desperate squirming or perhaps because of it, he pulsed and shot into the thick rubber sheath.
"Nooo..." Tara mewled, grinding her hips on her boyfriend futilely, trying to bring herself off. But he grasped her hips tight, c*ck still twitching and pumping uselessly inside her. The tightening knot in her belly loosened, and soon all that was left was Tara's panting and Samuel's satisfied groan.
"Oh yeah, that was good baby," Samuel sighed, giving her a little thrust from below. The condom caught all, but even the warmth of his load radiating from it didn't do anything for Tara's desperation.
"I was so close..." Tara moaned. She grated on him, milking his softening c*ck inside her tight p*ssy, struggling to revive Samuel's shrinking member. Lifting her he grabbed the base of his c*ck and slipped the condom off.
"What's that look for?" He said when he finally stopped groaning and opened his eyes, "I thought you were c*mming with me, fucking and groaning on me like that."
"Weren't you listening to me? I told you to stop but you came anyway!" Tara leered down at him with clenched fists.
"When you grind on my d*ck like that, you know I can't stop. Don't blame me." Samuel casually rolled Tara onto the couch and started pulling his boxers back on.
"YOU pulled me down!" Tara hissed through her teeth, "I tried to stop, but you wouldn't let me!"
"God damn it Tara! I don't get what your problem is. You were horny, we fucked, and now you're mad? What the fuck did I do!?"
"You-! Whatever. I don't want to do this here." Tara covered herself up with her arms while she groped for her clothes. Samuel was already dressed by the time she abandoned the search and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Samuel asked.
"To my room. Probably to get off like you just did."
"Fine then, I'm not fucking dealing with this again." Samuel threw on his coat and tromped out, leaving the front door wide open in the cold night air. Tara charged the door, raging as his engine roared to life.
"You forgot your condom, asshole!" She reeled back and threw the spent condom at his smug face behind the wheel. But her gooey missile missed entirely, arching over the car and flying into the black unknown. She had imagined it splattering like a water balloon all over his windshield, but at least it wasn't around to remind her of the selfish d*ck who made it.
It was only after the headlights disappeared around the corner when Tara realized she was standing naked on her porch, yelling and throwing condoms into the night. She couldn't have run faster the way she backpedaled then, face getting even hotter as the rest of shivered from the cold. She breathed hard, fisting away salty tears and gulping back the sobs when she heard a shuffling.
Tara froze, then whipped around and crept back into the livingroom. She arrived just in time to see William's door close nearly shut.
"Did he see that? Did he see me? Oh god! How much did he see!?" Panicked, Tara crawled to her panties and bra and threw them on before sneaking upstairs. How much had her brother seen? She couldn't know. Maybe he woke up just at the end and didn't see anything? Tara tried to convince herself that was it, but her heart seized when she heard her name through his door. Hardly breathing or moving, she knelt down and peeked into his room.
William's dim bedside lamp illuminated the room as well as his occupied bed. He certainly hadn't been studying. Pictures scattered over the sheets, some spilling onto the floor, and many more cluttered in a nearby shoebox. He lay amid them, back turned to the door, moving just so slightly under his sheets. He was definitely awake though, and Tara leaned in to hear him whispering.