Philip and I were going to play XBox, but when I turned on the TV I froze. There stood a sultry masked vixen wearing burnt orange lingerie. Her foot was up on a wooden chair, a domineering captain’s pose that showed off her power as much as her legs.
Seeing her caused an immediate swelling in my pajamas. I was entranced by the vines stitched into her bodice; how they covered her breasts without hiding them. How proudly her hand held her hip, how her other enticingly held behind her head. She stood there, her sheer dress billowing as if in a dream.
Regaining a sense of composure, I went to change the input when Philip grabbed my wrist.
“Wait,” he said in a hushed voice. We shouldn’t be bothered the rest of the night, but I was still nervous. I knew the trouble that would come if we were caught, and knew my sister wouldn’t hesitate to report it. I was nervous, but not enough to hesitate.
The vixen flourished her hands, catching the sheer cape on her dress and pulling it behind her. I inhaled sharply. Her bottoms were a dizzying array of tangled ivy, held tight to her skin by garter straps. They linked to stockings that only existed to highlight how scandalously high up I could see.
But the crown jewel was between her legs. The ivy forest ran between them, but parted for two cleanly shaven lips. How proudly she stood with her slit on display was devastating, but the coup de grace was her labia flowering out. This was not the delicate vagina of an innocent virgin, but the sex of a woman in heat.
I felt a spasm in my boxers. It was more than just my staff lubricating myself, but not a complete self-creaming either. I covered myself instinctively and felt the dampness on the front of my pajamas. I pressed my hands against my rod to collapse the tent. I squeezed my hands around my rod because it felt good.
“I think she’s talking, turn up the volume,” Philip whispered. I did, too embarrassed to look at him.
“…Naughty boy. Now reach down your pants and get a good grip on that little prick of yours.” She caressed her hand up and down her raised thigh, going right up to her exposed sex but never over it.
“You’re being so bad. Why don’t you do what I tell you to do? I’m going to have to take your treat away.” She covered up her vagina, then stared at the camera. At us. It was just pornography, but I felt the need to comply. I peeked over at Philip. I don’t know why I was surprised to see him already complying, I could see his hand down pumping under his shorts.
Philip looked at me. “You heard her,” he said. It was so odd, my best friend looking at me while masturbating. He quickly looked back at the seen. I slid my hand down and began tugging my foreskin over the head of my penis.
“Good boys,” she said. Wait, wasn’t it singular before? She raised her hand to cover her mouth with a pretend “Oops” expression, revealing again her unrestrained womanhood. I bit my lip. Her eyes turned devilish under the bedazzled carnival mask. Then she turned around, again placing her foot on the chair.
We could see the outline of her arm shift through the back of the sheer dress as she began to presumably pleasure herself. “Mmm, don’t you want to see me work my pussy?” Her voice was haunting, familiar and not at the same time. “See me pinch the folds together, then watch them spreeead as I plunge deep, deep inside?” As she moved the slit in her dress shifted, providing the quickest of glanced. She was definitely pleasuring herself. “Well I’ll show you mine..”
I gulped. I heard Philip adjust, and then the squishy smacks of hand and pole working in concert. An outdoor concert.
“Come now, don’t be shy.. you know I won’t be.” She turned her head around towards the camera.
“Damn man, like get it out already.” I realized then what was happening. Philip must be gay, and he had started this porn just for us. I breathed a sigh of relief. In part because if he was gay he certainly wouldn’t judge me for whacking it in front of him, and because the mystery was gone.
He watched me struggle to get my erect pecker through the holes in boxers and pajamas. Fuck it. I took them both off and tossed them to the side. Philip nodded, then went back to focus on the video.
The vixen sat on the edge of the chair and leaned back. I watched as she slid two fingers around the folds. Then she leaned back and slid them inside.
“Mmm.. now time to switch hands. Like a handy from a stranger. Unless you have a stranger already..” The vixen removed her hand, turned around and knelt on the chair facing backwards. Her dress fell to either side, and I discovered that the vines on her panties stayed parted all the way up the back. Damn did she have a nice ass, its youthful unblemished curves standing in juxtaposition with her wavy clamshell. She reached back and covered herself, then looked right at us.
“I’ve got other fingers for another hole, just waiting for you to start working..” I blinked. Was she going to finger her ass? Then I felt my hand being moved. Philip placed my hand on his pole. Then he started pumping mine.
It was such a strange sensation, too weird to be pleasurable but too stimulating not to be. I moved my hand up his cock and he grunted. Not.. that bad.. I stroked Philip. It wasn’t hard. I expected some barrier, like a permission checkbox or something. Instead I was jacking my friend off.
“That’s the ticket,” she said, and then she had two fingers up herself, a gap between them as they worked their separate assignments. She started moaning.
“Whoever.. cums last.. gets a special treat..” it was all the challenge Philip needed. He started really beating me off. It felt really fucking good honestly, but the rhythm too fast. He was too eager. Meanwhile I kept my steady strokes.
It wasn’t long before Philip grunted, and streams of cum shot in the air. I felt the stickiness land on my hand and looked over. It was all over his lap. He closed his eyes and stopped beating me off as a few last pulses squirted onto my hand.
“We have a winner,” came from the TV as the vixen slid her fingers out of her vagina. She effortlessly flipped around and spread her pussy lips apart with the skill of a practiced performer, providing a most scandalous view of her most moist location. The video paused there.
And then light footsteps coming down the basement steps. I panicked and reached for the remote, as did Philip. We managed to toss it across the room, and I had a moment to grab my pajama pants to cover myself before I saw her.
The masked vixen. Her sultry walk over to us, her warmed sex in the flesh. I must be dreaming.
She dismissively flicked her wrist, and I obediently tossed the pajama pants away. She flicked again, and I lay prone on the floor. She stood over me, legs on either side.
Then she squatted down, her meaty tunnel devouring my little prick. It was crude and direct. It was heaven.
She bounced on my dick. The warm folds wrapping down around all of it, the outer lips sucking me into lower depths. I reached to grab anything I could. Breasts, ass, carpet. She laughed and pounded on me.
It was a wet dream. I came in her as she cackled. Then she stood, my semen dripping out of her freshly fucked crack and onto my belly.
Then she went over to Philip, watching intrigued. On her knees, she took him into her mouth. Watching her give him pleasure, I drifted into a content numbness for a time.
Then she removed her mask, and I recognized that haunting visage.
“Penelope! WHAT THE hell!” My sister looked over at me, get mouth full.
“Mm-eah?” Philip’s cock filling her cheek.
“What the fuck! You’re.. fuck!” She shrugged, then went back to worshipping my best friend’s cock.
I looked at her, the lingerie. Then to the TV, with her spread pussy. I felt a surge as my manhood betrayed me as my slut of a sister already had.
“Why did you!” I could barely manage words I was so hot. The vixen – Penelope – stopped sucking momentarily and started working Philip with her hand.
“Remember when you took my tablet yesterday?” I blinked. “Well, I decided to take something else. Happy April Fool’s!” She could not be serious!
“An iPad and my virginity is not the same! I can’t believe we’re arguing this!”
She gave a bemused expression. “You’re a virgin?! Well, were anyway.” She laughed maniacally, drunk on her own power.
My head was hot. Was this happening?! I wasn’t in control of myself. I knew I was standing up, then watched as someone pushed her off Philip’s lap. Listened to her laugh turn to hysterics. Watched someone pin her arms to the floor.
That someone was me. I was on top of her, staring my helpless sister in the face. She did the only thing she could do.
She wrapped her legs around me and worked her hips until she found an angle that put me inside her. Again.
Fuck. It’s one thing to bone your sister, it’s another to do it knowingly and yet another to do it with the anger of a brother scorned. She wanted to get fucked, well she was getting it all.
It was violent and my mind couldn’t make sense of it. I know I pulled her hair, and saw bright red welts on her breasts that weren’t there before, noticed how they matched the bite marks on her lips.
In the next moment I was shooting my load up Penelope doggy style, yet I didn’t remember her turning over.
Then the next she was standing over me. I could see the rug burns on her chest, the hand marks from my grip all over her body, in both private areas and not. And drips of my seed running from her swollen pink lips down her legs.
“Well that was certainly something,” she said catching her breath. “Now that you’re done fucking me, I have a proposition for you two.” She stood with her legs apart, too sore to close them. The last of her scandalous negligee had come off in our love making – if you could call it that – and she made no effort to cover up. I couldn’t look at her face, couldn’t not look at her freshly fucked vagina. It was right there.
“You want me to stay quiet.” The hell? “Let me rephrase. You need me to be silent.” She rubbed her wrists. “Let’s not think about what others would say. Who they would accuse.”
Oh fuck.
“Oh fuck is right.” Did I say that out loud? “So you’re both going to do what I say.” She pointed at me. “You put on that,” She pointed at the tangled mess of lingerie. “And you Philip, well there’s no polite way of saying this. You fuck him up the ass.”
Gulp. Damn did I hate April Fool’s Day.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ttutlh/a_sticky_april_fools_day_kinky_mutual