Breakfast (Spying On My Sister, Part 2)

Jenna and James came up the stairs for breakfast in the morning. I was already on the counter drinking coffee and having toast. James just had on boxers, exposing his chest, which wasn’t muscular, but toned so you could see the outlines of his build. He was hairless for the most part. He wasn’t hot but he was definitely sexy. Jenna, I’m pretty sure, had on just an old school “Weezer” t-shirt; one of James’, no doubt. No bottoms, but the t shirt did go to her thighs. They both had nice bodies and were comfortable walking around like that. The main reason they walked around basically naked was easy access.

My sister and her boyfriend had an added bonus this week. Our parents were in Hawaii. We had the house to ourselves, which meant James was living there that week. And they were fucking a lot. It was like they were each other’s newly discovered drugs and they were on a binge. I could hear them every night; they were as loud as they could be, knowing they had no one who’d tell them to cut it out or keep it down. They knew I wouldn’t.

In fact, I had started to enjoy what I heard. I let my imagination run wild as I listened in. It sounded like they were both really good in bed, and experiencing pleasure that I’ve never experienced in my own sexual escapades. The most recent night, I got as close as I could, and it felt like I was in the bed with them as they made sounds I had only heard in porn. And I timed my orgasms with hers, or at least what sounded like hers, and there were at least 10. I was spent, and I wasn’t even the one getting fucked.

That morning when they came up for breakfast, I felt awkward. It was the first time I ever felt awkward around them. It was the same feeling you feel the morning after a threesome with your best friend and her boyfriend. Been there. But this was the first time I was in a threesome where the other two participants didn’t know it was a threesome.

“Hey kid,” Jenna said as she reached for the coffee put to pour a cup for James and herself.

“Sup Al,” James said as he plopped down on the counter next to me, reaching for that day’s newspaper. He always called me Al. I hated when people call me Al. My name is Alison. I went by Ali, which is pronounced “Alley”, but when it was written, people would say “Ali” like Muhammad Ali, and that pissed me off. And Alison was so boring. The name and the person, I supposed.

“Hey guys,” I replied, without looking up from my phone.

“How was your night last night, sis?” Jenna asked.

“Boring, I just read and went to bed,” I replied.

“Don’t you do anything fun?” She asked.

If she only knew.

“Not as fun as you guys,” I said as I looked up from my phone and gave her a sardonic smirk.

“Not everyone can be as fun as us,” James said softly as he reached his arm around my sister standing at the coffee pot. He slid his hand under her shirt, moved it up her back and around to her cup her right breast. Her shirt lifted above her hips, exposing her ass. She was certainly not wearing any bottoms.

“James!” Jenna grabbed his wrist and threw it down, out of her shirt. “Keep it in your pants!”

“Sorry babe,” he said with a snicker.

They both made their way back to the counter, and as Jenna walked, her braless breasts bounced under her shirt, complete with two rock solid nipples poking through her t-shirt.

As they sat and drank their coffee, all three of us were on our phones in silence.

“I gotta go take a shower,” Jenna said. “Ali, keep James company.”

Jenna went back down the stairs to where her bedroom was; she had her own bathroom down there too, which always made me jealous. Why did she get an entire floor to herself? Just because she’s older?

It was just James and I; now just two of us staring at our phones in silence.

“So you dating anybody?” James asked. I hated small talk.

“Nope,” I replied.

“What about Charlie?” he asked.

“We broke up eight months ago,” I responded. Fuck Charlie. He cheated on me every chance he had. Ever since I told him I was bisexual, he kept begging for threesomes. When I declined, he’d get mad and go sleep with his ex; or three, yes three, of his coworkers. Not all at the same time, but I knew he probably tried.

And at the same time, he would be jealous that every time I would hang out with my female friends. He would accuse me of cheating on him with all of them. He kept telling me that if I was going to have sex with women, that I had to include him. First of all, I never cheated on him, with a guy or a girl; secondly, when I hung out with my female friends, we weren’t just having lesbian orgies the entire time. I mean, sometimes I fantasized about it, but not all my friends were into it.

“Oh sorry,” James said.

“Why do you care?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“I don’t know, maybe you and your boyfriend could have double dates with me and Jenna”

Yeah no thanks, I thought. I was fine not being with anybody. No one to answer to. No one to explain myself to. No one to hide all my dirty secrets from. No one to judge my dirty secrets. Plus, I could orgasm whenever I want, not when a guy decides he can last long enough, or on the odd chance he decides to actually eat me out. Guys suck at it anyway.

“Ok, well whatever,” James said as he stood up, taking his empty coffee cup to the sink. As scent drifted toward me. Not a cologne or aftershave smell, just that distinct smell of “guy,” that just can’t be described. As he walked, I couldn’t help what I saw on the front of his boxers. There was the outline of his cock, hanging just a little to his left. He wasn’t hard, but he wasn’t soft either. His cock was pushing against the cotton of his boxers, I could see the outline of the head. He was big. But not too big. It seemed perfect.

My eyes lingered a half a second to long, and I knew I fucked up. He noticed. But he didn’t say anything. I got up to put my coffee cup in the dishwasher and get out of there, but as I moved toward the sink, James moved toward me and grabbed the cup from my had.

“Here let me take it,” He said. My body was directly between the sink and his body. He moved closer. His body was just up against mine. Has definitely hard now. The only thing between his rock solid erection and my pussy were two thin layers of cotton shorts. The cup fell into the sink. We’ll worry about that later, I thought.

“But, Jenna…” I said out loud.

He put his fingers to my lips, his hips still thrust against mine. Now my nipples were hard, and he could see that through my tank top.

I heard the shower from Jenna’s bathroom turn on, as the pipes screamed to life with water pressure.

James slowly moved his fingers from my lips and down my body. He released his package from the warmth pocket of my pussy, which was getting wet. I could see his dick was bigger, erect, and protruding almost sideways toward me from his shorts. Still covered by this boxers, but now the outline of his cock was even more pronounced. He moved his fingers onto my stomach and slowly moved then into my shorts, gently touching my clit. He played with it, just enough, before he entered one, then two fingers into my pussy. I was soaked at that point.

I lost all control of my inhibitions and put both my hand around James’ waist, down underneath his shorts and grabbed two handfuls of his solid ass. I moved both my hands around his sides, until they met in the middle at his hard cock. I took my right and, and grabbed his dick, and them my left hand cupped his balls. Oh my god, I thought. He wasn’t completely hairless down there, but he was exceptionally well groomed.

As I stroked his cock with one had, I continued playing with his balls with my other hand. He kept working my pussy, and I was already about to cum. I knew I had more in me, so I just let one rip. I doubled over at my stomach as I came, squirting just a little into his hand. He knew what he was doing. I was stroking and I felt a little bit of his pre-cum making an appearance from the tip.

That’s when his lips met mine. He went easy at first. First, just lips on lips, and as he took what I gave him, he became a little more confident and opened his mouth. I followed suit. In came his tongue, and there went my tongue. He was massaging my pussy and I was stroking his cock, and his balls felt so full. I didn’t want to make him cum yet. I wanted to tease him more.

I pulled back, the grabbed the waistline of his boxers. I thrust them down and watched his erection pop out like a jack in the box. What a beautiful package. Perfectly trimmed. This is how a man should present himself. Not completely hairless, but landscaped so it looked clean and to ensure no hair gets stuck in the girls’ teeth during a blow job.

And that’s what he was about to get. I got on my knees and jerked his dick with more force. Gripping tighter. His balls were so full, I couldn’t’ wait to empty them.

I didn’t want him to cum to quickly. I took my tongue and licked up the pre-cum that was at the tip. Then I danced the tip of my tongue around the head of his now throbbing cock. Then the whole head was in my mouth as I continue to stroke. I could hear him panting, and building toward orgasm. Moving his cock deeper in to my mouth, and the hand that was stroking him is not gripping his toned thigh. I was still working his balls with my other hand, while his entire dick was inside my mouth. I loved the feeling of the head of a cock on the back of my throat. I had no gag reflex, which worked out well for these situations.

I could feel the throbbing continue inside my mouth, as I used my sucking motion and my tongue to continue to bring him to orgasm. His panting got quicker, and his throbbing got faster.

“I’m gonna bust.” He said.

At that moment, I slid one of the fingers on the hand working his balls onto the small patch of skin between his ass and his balls, and massaged as hard as I could. I felt him release his load, and this cum shot to the back of my mouth like a cannon.

Being the good girl that I was, I swallowed it all. I gulped it down like a bottle of Gatorade after a long run. I hadn’t tasted cum in the longest time. His orgasm seemed endless, and I had never experienced a load as big as his. He just kept cumming and I kept swallowing. Throbbing. Cumming. Throbbing. Cumming.

At that moment I heard Jenna’s shower switch off. James withdrew his spent penis from my mouth as I wiped the rest of his cum off my face.

“Oh my god,” he said.

“Fucking fuck,” I said to him. “I’m still so fucking horny.’ I replied.

I was. I only came once. Once is not enough for me. When I fuck, I need to cum a lot. My pussy was still soaked. I knew what I was about to do for the rest of the afternoon.

We both heard Jenna’s footsteps coming back up the stairs.

I looked at James, knowing I was the sister he’s been wanting. I just hated that now he knew that I wanted him too. That summer would prove to be an interesting one.

“Next time it’s my turn,” I said to James with a menacing smile, just as Jenna opened to door and entered the kitchen.

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