My Sister’s Best Friend Asked Me to Explain Teabagging, So I Showed Her [Part 2] [M/F]

Last night when I fired up my Xbox and took a seat on the couch, I was restless. I kept shifting from cushion to cushion like I couldn’t find the magical spot where I played best. My first few matches were absolute garbage.

I wish I could say it’s because my controller has been acting up–after four years of constant gaming, it has developed a sticky left trigger. But the truth is that I was distracted.

Kiera was spending the night at our house for the first time since Thanksgiving. (I will put the link to that story in the comments!)

When she and Bethany arrived home from college just before dinner, I had to pretend like Kiera was just another one of my sister’s friends. In reality, she is now my esports coach … with benefits. This is fitting because she’s the best player on her university’s actual esports team.

She’s the reason my in-game competitive ranking is now higher than any of my friends. Ironically, she’s also the reason I was playing so poorly yesterday evening.

This will make more sense when I say that Kiera had instructed me not to cum at all in the week leading up to her stay at our house. Something about how she wanted me to “really be looking forward” to her being here.

I was playing terribly because my balls were full—something she normally tried to prevent as my coach. We learned some time ago that I consistently win matches if Kiera sends me nudes and enforces a strict masturbation schedule to keep me focused.

She even keeps stats on my performance for both my gaming and jerking off. I’ve almost doubled my kills per match … though my minutes per jerk session has gone down significantly since Kiera started texting me pictures of her big D-cup tits or her legendary “dump truck ass,” as she and my sister liked to call it.

Yesterday I was hoping to see those parts of her in person. As the night wore on though, I began to get worried.

Other than being full of cum, I really had no clue what to expect for her night at our house. *Would she even come downstairs? Was the no-cumming rule just a test of my discipline? Was our “teabagging” encounter a one-time thing?*

Around 1 a.m., I had given up on both my chances of getting a win or hooking up with Kiera. I took my headset off and got up to turn the TV when suddenly I heard a voice from the dark entryway of the living room.

“Calling it a night already?”

I jumped and must have had a stupid terrified look on my face because the next thing I heard was Kiera trying to stifle a giggle.

“Sorry to scare you,” she whispered. “I just got down here.”

“Holy shit, I thought I was going to have to fight a burglar or something,” I said with a big sigh of relief. “Not … uh … not that I would be afraid of losing that fight.” *Shut up, you sound like an idiot .* “I’m … um, mentally prepared for all sorts of combat.” *What are you even saying!?*

I don’t know whether Kiera was just being nice or if she finds my complete lack of normal communication skills endearing, but she didn’t make fun of my failed attempt at bravery. She simply smiled at me and quietly stepped out of the dark and into the light of the television.

The last time Kiera came downstairs in the middle of the night, she wore short shorts and a tank top that left very little of her curvy figure to the imagination. Tonight she was wearing an oversize T-shirt from a tournament that her college esports team had won and what I assumed were *very* short shorts that weren’t visible under the bottom of her tee.

Her shirt fell in a way that revealed she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were visible in the dim light of my paused video game, and I had to fight the urge to touch them.

In other words, last night Kiera looked so good it hurt. She made my balls ache.

“I almost thought you weren’t coming down,” I said softly, trying to flood the horny part of my mind with an attempt at conversation.

“Sorry, Bethany was up later than I expected,” Kiera said as she took me by the hand and led me back to the couch. She had a look of determination in her bright blue eyes.

Kiera took a seat next to me and I tried not to stare at the place where her thighs disappeared underneath her shirt.

“How are you playing tonight?” she asked. I had been dreading that question.

“Um, pretty awful … ”

“Is the trigger on your controller acting up again?” she asked with what seemed to be genuine concern.

I nodded with a solemn look on my face and thought about how the real problem was definitely the sheer volume of semen in my body at that moment. My dick was already hard from seeing Kiera simply enter the room … fortunately I was sitting down now and my throbbing erection wasn’t obvious in the shadows at the edge of the living room.

“Are you sure it’s not … something else?” Kiera said with an implying tone in her voice. I had been fidgeting with my Xbox controller and I looked up to see her staring at my dick with a grin on her face. “You still haven’t cum yet, have you?”

*Ok, so maybe it was obvious.*

“That looks like the cock of someone who followed their coach’s instructions,” she whispered.

Kiera bit her lip and put her hand on my leg and suddenly it felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room.

“N-no–I mean–yes, you’re right. I haven’t cum at all.” Though, in that moment, this may have been a lie because I felt a warm dribble of precum gathering on the tip of my dick.

“Good. Give me your controller.”

I handed it to her, a bit confused about how we were going to remedy my whole overflowing-with-cum situation.

“Get on the floor,” Kiera said with all the authority of a coach. “Lay on your back while I improve your KD ratio from this evening.”

I had no idea why I had to lie down for Kiera to play on my Xbox account, but I wasn’t about to ask questions. I took my spot on the rug in the middle of the floor with my head near her feet, facing the TV so I could watch her kick some ass.

My hard dick cast a long shadow in the light of the TV, and I prayed for a swift win and that she would drain me. I had barely gotten comfortable when I noticed that Kiera had stood up too. Over me.

In that moment, I realized that Kiera wasn’t wearing the kind of short shorts I’d seen her in last time. As a matter of fact, she wasn’t wearing anything under her T-shirt.

From my spot on the floor, my eyes made the long trip up her legs. Kiera was now in a match, and the bright flashes of gunfire from the television passed through her shirt just enough for me to make out a neatly maintained strip of pubic hair, bare pussy lips, and the shadows between Kiera’s perky ass cheeks.

She looked down at me with a big smile. “Remember when I said I’d help you level up if you ‘returned the favor’ from our teabagging—um—adventure?”

I gulped and nodded. All the warmth in my body was rushing to my dick.

“Here’s your chance,” she whispered. “I want to ride your face while I finish this match. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” I replied eagerly. *Oh god yes.*

What happened next felt like a slow-motion cutscene. Kiera gradually lowered herself down, straddling my head so her lips were resting on mine. My head completely disappeared under her shirt and all I could see was her perfect ass.

Her skin felt warm on my face. She was all around me, like a welcome kind of claustrophobia that you hope never ends. Once she was settled, I pushed my tongue between the folds of her pussy and felt the sensation of sweet juices running down the edges of my mouth.

Apparently she had been looking forward to tonight too.

Kiera was normally completely “in the zone” when she played games, but I heard her pressing buttons erratically and trying to keep up with the fast-paced action unfolding on the screen. Like me earlier, she was distracted.

After a few licks, I found her clit. It was time to “return the favor” from Thanksgiving. I started flicking her back and forth on the tip of my tongue. Her whole body began to shudder and shift, and before I realized what was happening, she was grinding my face.

I heard soft moans above me, and I raised my hands to grasp her tits for a moment, then her ample thighs. I wanted to press her down on me harder. To push my tongue deeper inside her.

Kiera started rocking her hips faster and moaning louder. I was almost afraid to keep tonguefucking her because she might wake up Bethany or my parents. Almost.

“T-that feels f-fucking amazing,” she whispered. “Do you–uhmm–do you need a breather?”

I felt her start to stand up and I gently pulled her back down onto my face. I wanted to make my coach proud.

“C-can I make you feel good too?” she asked. I nodded emphatically, which allowed me to communicate with her while also running my tongue all over her wet pussy.

Kiera gently freed my cock from my sweatpants. She must have liked the sight of it, because I felt her get even wetter on my face, something I didn’t think was possible. The steady stream of cum surprised me, but not nearly as much as what she did next.

I felt Kiera press something against the base of my dick, right below my balls. It felt smooth and hard–plastic. I stopped licking her for a moment, about to ask what she was doing. And then I felt it.

The vibration. *Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck, that wonderful vibration.*

Kiera was playing video games with my controller pressed against my cock. With every bullet she fired, it shook in her hands … and against my body.

She must have been playing aggressively and storming the enemy spawn point, because the rumbling against my cock was nonstop.

“Hmoly shmit,” I mumbled from beneath her pussy. “Fmmmuck ymes.”

“Mm, you like that?” Kiera said slyly. “You like it when I absolutely waste the other team?”

I nodded again, running my tongue along her slippery center. I had to focus all my attention on making her feel good because I knew I would cum instantly if I thought too hard about how wonderful she was making me feel.

And then Kiera put her lips on the head of my dick.

We were fucking 69-ing in the middle of a game, in the middle of my living room.

She didn’t stop playing for a moment either. I could tell from the vibration of the controller that she was still in a match.

Kiera was bobbing her head up and down on my cock, stopping momentarily every so often so she could focus on the game. Then, almost like she was apologizing for getting distracted, she would take me deep in her throat and suck on me until I groaned into her pussy.

After what felt like an eternity but was probably 10 minutes, I felt myself getting close. My legs were shaking every time Kiera pushed my dick into the back of her throat, and the vibrations on my balls were about to make me erupt. It was a miracle that I’d lasted that long, to be honest.

I started sucking wildly on her clit, licking it and using my lips to play with its swollen edges. This pushed Kiera over the edge into an orgasm. On my face.

I felt her pussy twitching wildly against my mouth and her whole body shivered in ecstasy.

I had done it. I made my coach proud. And apparently now it was my turn.

While she was still moaning, Kiera kept just the head of my dick in her mouth and began quickly stroking my shaft with her hand. It was like she wanted to massage the cum right out of me and into her waiting lips. Which is exactly what happened.

I had to wrap my arms around her waist and bury my face in her pussy to silence my groans. I felt a week’s worth of hot cum leave my body in violent spurts. It felt like a million wonderful explosions were going off in my brain–invisible fireworks that could have lit up the house and woken up the whole neighborhood.

When I had finished, I felt Kiera slowly stand up on shaky legs and lean against the couch behind us. The house was quiet, and I lay there listening to her trying to catch her breath.

“Well … the good news is that we both came, and your KD ratio is better,” Kiera said finally.

“Wait … there’s bad news?” I asked. *I thought … I thought I did everything right?*

“The bad news is that I totally underestimated how much cum was in those balls of yours … it kind of … got all over your controller,” she said sheepishly. “I’m really sorry that happened.”

I looked up at her and smiled with a sense of relief. “It’s okay, it was on its last leg anyway.”

Kiera smiled back at me. “C’mon, let’s get cleaned up.”

We tiptoed into the kitchen, grabbed some paper towels, and ran them under warm water. She giggled as we wiped our cum off each other’s faces—it was the kind of laugh that happens when you and a partner in crime have done something fun in secret and nobody else knows.

We wiped off my controller too. I tried using it to turn off the Xbox but my cum had apparently fried all the other buttons at this point and it was a brick. Sad, but totally worth it in my opinion. I tossed it in the garbage and fought the urge to salute or something stupid like that. It had served me well.

I turned off the Xbox and TV and then we headed up the stairs to our respective rooms. I intentionally followed Kiera. I wanted one more glimpse of her ass, which I think she was intentionally bouncing more than normal on her way up the steps.

At the top of the stairs, she turned to face me. Her blue eyes seemed to catch all available light in the dark house and multiply it so they still managed to shine.

“Good night,” Kiera said in a barely audible voice. “And good game.” She ran her hand along the front of my pants and let her fingers linger on my dick. For a second I thought she was going to kiss me, but she just winked and headed to Bethany’s room.

I crept down the hall to my room, fell into bed, and promptly fell asleep with a smile on my face.

—

When I woke up this morning, I honestly questioned whether last night had been a dream. It just seemed so … perfect?

I got dressed and walked downstairs. I had slept in, and the girls had apparently already left to get coffee or go shopping or something–I honestly hadn’t been paying very close attention when they were discussing their plans over dinner.

When I walked into the living room, everything looked the way it normally did. Maybe it *was* a dream?

And then I saw it. Sitting on the coffee table—just a few feet away from the spot on the rug where our very-real hookup had happened—was an Xbox controller. We’re talking an expensive Xbox Elite remote that esports players use … esports players like Kiera.

*Did she wake up early to play Xbox with her own controller this morning?*

I almost tripped over myself as I crossed the room to pick it up. It felt amazing in my hands–like I had been playing with an amateur toy all this time and I’d just been handed a professional tool.

And then I noticed the note on the table. Written in perfect, “girly” handwriting, it had been hidden underneath the controller. I picked it up with a look of confusion.

“I’d already bought this for you when you told me the trigger on your old controller was going out … worked out pretty nicely since yours died last night lol. Make me proud, Coach K.”

Picture the silliest grin possible and you’ll know what my face looked like. *Damn, she’s amazing.*

I almost put the note in my pocket before noticing there was writing on the other side.

“P.S. – You should come to campus to watch me compete in next month’s esports tournament and help me celebrate my win afterwards … ”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/s32rfi/my_sisters_best_friend_asked_me_to_explain