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A Proper Young Woman’s Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 15

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A Proper Young Woman’s Guide to Anal Etiquette: Chapter 15

By: Lord Odie

The Obligatory Disclaimer

The following is a work of pure sexual fiction and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are consenting adults over the age of 18. They are also BDSM professionals and good at what they do. So please, don’t try anything that you’re about to read at home, if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying things at home, please send all pictures and feedback to me about the experience. If I can’t stop you, I can at least make sure you’re doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed.

Later that Night

Emily walked sleepily down the hallway from her and Cora’s bedroom to the family’s communal bathroom to take a mid-night pee. She still wore her red garter belt and matching stocking from Family Masturbation Time earlier, but had taken off her high heels before bed. A plug strap attached to her garter belt ran down between her cheeks through her 3.5″ wide, 16″ long smooth nighttime retention plug. The strap then parted to lay on either side of her still moist slit as it ran back up to the front of her garter belt. The young redhead idly played with the obvious bulge the long plug made against her otherwise toned stomach as she walked.

Her maximum capacity was up to 3.85″ after nearly two weeks of Anal Therapy. She was quite happy with how far she’d come in such a short period of time. She was pretty sure she would be more dilated than Cora was by the end of the summer at this rate! Her goal was 4.5″ by September. Zoe Chandler – her anal therapist – had told her that was a questionable goal, but attainable if she practiced hard at night. Cora was only too happy to help and took great pleasure in reaming out her younger sister’s widening back hole for an hour or more every night before bed with a thickly veined dildo at or near Emily’s current maximum dilation. Despite the pain, Emily came often and hard. She knew her latent anal masochism was developing quickly.

Thinking of Cora, her sister’s musky pussy juices were dried on her face from when the two siblings had fallen asleep in a gentle 69. The young redhead ran her tongue over her lips as she walked in fond remembrance for the slightly older brunette’s taste. A loud bump in the night had awoken her and she’d realized she had to take a piss. She assumed that her eldest sister and Todd had come back home from their night out on the town. The likelihood of an intruder getting past the family’s expensive home security system was remote in the extreme so she wasn’t worried.

Sure enough, the couple rounded the corner into hallway ahead of her. Amanda’s left arm was over Todd’s shoulder and he was almost carrying her as they came. The position caused her left 36DD tit to come halfway out of its cup to expose most of her nipple. Emily noticed a light nipple clamp teasing her sister’s fleshy nub. It was nowhere near the level of clamps she or their mother wore, but Amanda had never been a nipple freak like them either. Emily moved to the side of the hallway as they passed to give them room. They both nodded to her as they went and continued their soft conversation.

“Come on, baby. Let’s get you in the room. I’m sure you need some relief. Six hours is a long time!” Todd commented.

“Can we just go to bed, baby?” Amanda replied. “I’m tired and sore.”

“Nope,” replied Todd. “This whole thing was your idea to test out the prototype…”

And with that they were out of earshot, but Emily was almost certain she heard her oldest sister whimper pathetically.

Emily slowed down to glance into Naomi’s room. As expected, athletic torture mouse was strapped into her own Gute Nacht Bett. Their mother had told her to take it easy, but the rebellious middle Wilder daughter didn’t have to work tomorrow and was taking the opportunity to put her new bed – or possible herself – through its paces. Naomi had obviously been watching the online videos of Helga, the saleswoman from German Sleep Systems that had sold their mother their new beds. Her legs had been pulled backwards so far that they were behind her shoulders. Naomi wore cuffs on her ankles; these had straps on them running to the headboard. Her arms where pulled over her calves and then crisscrossed behind her back where her wrists where cuffed and strapped to the footboard. Naomi’s quickly growing 34DD cup breasts were bound tightly at the base with another strap running upwards and supporting most of the lithe 22-year-old’s body weight. Her head was pulled backwards by her hair, and her mouth was held wide open eskişehir escort by a ring gag set behind her teeth. The headboard and footboard straps where rocking the young woman’s body back and forth with powerful, purposeful strokes to fuck her helpless ass with a thick, evil-looking dildo – a dildo that Emily recognized as one of their mother’s Schlampenzähmer light-grade torture dildos mounted to the Spin-Drill and Rotator attachments. Emily remembered her mother telling her that Schlampenzähmer roughly translated to, ‘Slut Tamer’ – a high-end brand of German torture dildos. An additional dildo was mounted to the front of the bed and fed into Naomi’s mouth. Every time she rocked forwards on her darkened and bloated tits, the thick oral dildo would sink deeply into her throat. Whenever her butt was fully implanted on the spinning, rotating torture dildo, soft, painful sobs could be heard coming from the suffering woman. These sobs were quickly silenced as the oral dildo was thrust down her throat once again.

Emily only shook her head. Naomi was certainly earning her self-claimed title of Most Masochistic Wilder tonight for sure! Although, if she didn’t know her older sister better, she could have sworn that the noises Naomi was making could almost be described as regretful of her self-imposed torment.

Continuing down the hall, she passed her mother’s bedroom; but light and sound coming from within caught her attention. Glancing into the dimly lit room, Emily could see her mother bound face-up onto her bed. The large TV mounted on the ceiling above her illuminated the writhing woman quite well while leaving the rest of the room concealed in darkness. Laura’s legs were spread wide and pulled sideways into a perfects splits. She could see cuffs on her mother’s ankles attached to the smart mattress to hold them in that position. Emily could also make out a thick wedge underneath her mother’s hips to lift her bottom off the bed a foot or so and point her spread buttocks straight upwards. The result was an extreme 210-degree splits that would have been in the realm of a contortionist a century earlier, but was a quite common position for modern women to endure. Emily herself practiced a similar position during her daily stretching routine.

Emily crept into her mother’s bedroom to investigate further. A robotic aperture extended from a mounting point in the mattress behind Laura’s butt and drove a dildo that looked at or near the 39-year-old’s current maximum capacity into her mother’s wide-open asshole with surprising force speed. Judging from the light glistening off the thick tool, Emily assumed it was a heavy-grit punishment dildo like her mother both loved and hated with equal zeal. What looked to be a standby rack near the armature contained three more lubricated dildos. The first dildo looked to be a recently used heavy-grit punishment dildo while the other two Emily recognized as unused Schlampenzähmer light-grade torture dildos. Emily was a little surprised. Her mother hadn’t taken to the new torture dildos like Naomi had.

A second robotic armature mounted next to the first worked a large fist-shaped dildo in and out of her mother’s cunt with sloppy squishing sounds. The painful horrible clamps she had worn earlier during family masturbation were on again and crushing Laura’s thick nipples. An almost too wide ball gag was stretching her mother’s jaws as far as they physically could. As expected, the straps of the gag were being drawn down into the bed immobilizing Laura’s head and pulling the corners of her mouth back painfully. A rubber tube extended from the thick punishment catheter secured in the woman’s urethra to a nozzle mounted on the front of the ball gag. Emily could see air bubbles in the yellow line slowly make their way towards her mother’s mouth as she recycled her own urine.

Glancing upwards to what was onscreen, a younger looking version of Laura was bound to her old bed in a nearly identical manner to her current position. Emily’s late father knelt beside his wife’s bound form with one fist buried into her puffy red cunt to the wrist and the other was working a large dildo into her upturned rectum. Emily’s expert opinion judged it to be another heavy-grade punishment dildo like the one pulverizing her mother’s beautiful bottom in real life.

Onscreen, Dave commented absentmindedly – almost rhetorically to himself as he worked – to his suffering wife. “See? It’s going in easily now.” Emily could clearly see his arm muscles bulging as her father worked the horrible toy in and out of her mother’s defenseless bottom. Almost any adverb would describe the motion of the dildo better than ‘easy’! “I think you’re almost ready for the next size up. I know it’ll be a new record for your hungry ass, but I have faith in you that you’ll be able to take it with enough effort.”

The image of her younger-looking mother groaned pitifully behind the giant ball gag tightly strapped into her mouth. On the bed, her real-life mother eskişehir escort bayan groaned to mimic her on-screen counterpart. Now Emily understood the purpose of the pair of pre-lubricated dildos on the standby rack. One looked to be slightly smaller than the dildo violating her mother’s ass and the others slightly larger. All were intimidating in both size and texture, but the torture dildos looked more so. She assumed her mother had programmed the bed to switch out the dildos reaming her bottom to correspond to when Dave switched out the on-screen dildo.

She glanced at the bed’s main readout. Evidently, Laura was 95 minutes into a 6-hour-long program. The hour-long video her mother was watching was set to repeat four times while the armature ran at 80% power and then another 47:30-minute video that Emily didn’t recognize was set to play three times while the armature increased to 90% power, 95%, and then to 100%. She smiled to herself knowing that her mother would enjoy another four and a half hours of rough treatment as the helpless victim of the uncaring robotic devices. She was glad her mother was finding so many ingenious uses for her new bed and smart matress!

Paying closer attention to the various dildos, she noted that the used punishment dildo was 6.10″ wide, the punishment dildo in use and the first torture dildo were bother 6.15″ wide, while the last torture dildo was a frightening 6.20″ thick. All four dildos were 24″ long. The armature was running the current dildo into her mother’s obviously sore rectum until it was fully seated and then back out again until only a couple of inches remained inside. Emily knew her mother’s current maximum dilation was only 6.15″ wide, so that finally torture dildo was going to hurt an awful lot!

Suddenly, the armature stopped it’s powerful thrusting. Emily froze thinking she’s messed something up, but immediately relaxed as her father’s voice floated down from above her. “See, the larger dildo is going in pretty easy,” commented Dave. Glancing upwards, Emily saw her strong father forcing the too-large dildo into his beautiful bound wife’s bottom with both hands. “It’s slipping right in…” Onscreen Laura cried out helplessly into her ball gag and uselessly tried to thrash out of the way. Mimicking the onscreen behavior, the armature extracted the punishment dildo out of her mother’s ass, set it on the rack, attached itself to the identically sized torture dildo, lined it up with the large, gaping hole and buried it to the hilt in a single motion. Real-life Laura cried out in obvious pain behind her oversized ball gag as the light-grade torture dildo ravaged her tender insides in a way that mere punishment dildos never could. The armature quickly resumed its previous pace as her mother resigned herself to her horrible, self-imposed fate. Emily was momentarily transfixed by the soft humming sound her mother’s anus made as the torture dildo sawed in and out of her body. It sounded like dozens of rubber bands being strummed at the same time. She’d never heard an asshole make that noise before.

Emily shook her head and quietly backed out of the master bedroom so as not to disturb her suffering mother. She kind of hoped she was still awake in an hour when her mother broke fresh territory with the 6.20″ dildo.

* * *

“No. Please,” complained Amanda softly. She was mounted back on the fitting machine she had been on earlier when she had been jackhammered down onto the maximum capacity, heavy-grade torture dildo before going out for a night on the town with her husband. The base of that same dildo was firmly reattached to the machine. She still wore her little black corset dress, but her still cathetered pussy was on full display again. Also, thick bands had been ratcheted down onto the base of each DD breast. “Can’t we just go to bed? It’s after midnight.”

Todd didn’t answer at first as he finished setting up the video cameras that would record the rest of the prototype fitting machine’s latest test run. Finally, he replied, “Nope. This is too good of an opportunity to see if the fitting machine’s new auxiliary motor is powerful enough; and besides, your bottom hasn’t been really worked out since we were home together several weeks ago.”

“But Cora and Emily pounded Mother and I’s asses pretty good just two weeks ago,” the restrained redhead protested. “I even got to a new maximum dilation!”

“Yes, you did,” confirmed her husband, “And you’re wearing your new 5.60″ size right now. I help insert it, remember?” he asked as he finished what he was doing. Red lights illuminated on the four cameras surrounding her to indicate a live recording. Stepping over to the bed, he retrieved the silencing gag he’d used earlier that evening and approached his pouting wife. God! She looked so beautiful! Her full figure compressed by the tight corset and her large bound and reddening breasts excited him. Todd felt his dick hardening. He wanted to pull her down and make sweat love escort eskişehir to his wife too; but he didn’t. He couldn’t help but bend over to give her a deep kiss before silencing any additional protests with the long, thick cock gag. He then attached the rubber hose coming from her catheter to the nozzle on the gag’s base and released the clamp.

Amanda couldn’t help but sigh with relief as the immense pressure in her bladder subsided at last. She couldn’t swallow with the cock gag lodged in her throat, but her urine washed over her tongue before draining out of her moth down the dildo’s hollow core and into her stomach.

Without giving his wife a chance to adjust, Todd activated the fitting machine’s secondary function. Slowly, the padded board she was strapped to rose unstoppably upwards – while the thick heavy-grade torture dildo lodged in her rectum remained stationary. Amanda tried as hard as she could to scream out in agony, but no noise was heard. The silencing gag directly interfered with her vocal cords. Being denied the ability to even scream was the ultimate humiliation!

Todd crossed to the room’s queen-sized bed, stripped off his boxer shorts and laid back to enjoy the sight of his suffering wife and stroke his rock hard, 10″ dick. It didn’t take the machine long to build up to its operating tempo. Amanda was being forcefully pounded up and down onto her maximum diameter heavy-grade torture dildo with appalling force. Her bound tits were bounding so hard that they were nearly smacking her in the face. Todd knew she was going to be out of commission tomorrow while she recovered, but that was okay. Her pussy would still be available for his dick to fuck.

It was then that he noticed the shadowy figure of Emily watching her sister suffer from the doorway. He couldn’t help but notice that the 18-year-old cutie had three fingers buried in her cunt as she observed. The young woman was more petite than Todd preferred, but right now, he so horny that he would fuck just about anything.

“Hey there, kiddo,” Todd said loudly, shocking the young voyeur. “Care to join me on the bed? You can get a better view from here.”

It only took Emily a few seconds to reply, “Sure!” and step into the bedroom.

* * *

Five minutes later, Emily groaned in pleasure as she rode Todd’s thick cock deep into her teenage pussy. Her smooth 3.5″ wide, 16″ long nighttime retention plug had been swapped out with a 3.75″ thick, medium-grit punishment dildo that was mounted to the bed underneath Todd’s muscular butt. Every time he thrust upwards into her young body, she would jolt upwards, only to fall back down onto his thick shaft and the much thicker dildo that was reaming her nether hole raw. The powerful nipple clamps he’d placed on her already sore nubs had hurt horribly at first, but now only added to her growing pleasure.

“God! You are so tight with that dildo in your asshole!” moaned Todd as he gave the young woman a series of powerful thrusts. Emily only cried out in pleasure as her brother-in-law roughly fucker her front hole.

In the corner of the room, Amanda continued to be jackhammered up and down onto her heavy-grade torture dildo – momentarily forgotten. She would have been pissed where it not for the massive pain-gasm she could feel building from deep inside her ravaged body.

* * *

“See, the larger dildo is going in pretty easy,” commented Dave from above her. Laura tried to cry out and thrash, but she had restrained herself too well and the smart mattress was unforgivingly strong. Her bottom hole had had enough. After three and a half hours of rectal abuse – the last hour of which being the rarely used Schlampenzähmer light-grade torture – she was done.

Onscreen, Laura’s late husband was forcing the too-large dildo into her younger self’s bottom with both hands. “It’s slipping right in…” The robotic armature that had been tirelessly fucking her asshole stopped and extracted the 6.15″ wide torture dildo out of her spasming hole. Laura’s efforts redoubled as the final 6.20″ light-grade torture dildo was retrieved and lined up with her defenseless sphincter. Without pity or remorse, the robotic armature rammed the almost too big dildo into Laura’s hole as best as it could; but it still took nearly a minute for the tool’s full length to bottom out. Laura screamed as loud as she could behind her too large ball gag as lights danced in her vision.

Dutifully, the armature slowly worked itself back up to its normal operating speed over the next half hour. Laura continued to moan in pain, even after the three orgasms she experienced. The fist-sized dildo that was still wrecking her dripping cunt barely registered anymore.

Finally, the video of her and Dave ended and the video that had been recorded of Laura and her three daughters masturbating earlier than night started. At the same time, the horrible torture dildo sawing in and out of her asshole picked up speed and force noticeably. It was all too much. The pain shooting through her body. The images onscreen of her and her daughters ramming their butts down onto their riding dildos. Laura came harder than she had in what seemed like years as the pounding of her holes continues without interruption. It lasted for almost a full minute.

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Normal disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to persons living or dead is coincidental. All persons depicted in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age and consenting adults. This story involves incest. If that’s not your thing, then you should stop reading now.

This is an entry for the 2021 April Fools Day Contest. This is my first attempt at a themed contest entry. So vote early and vote often!

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My sister really had no choice. She was always destined to be a joker and a prankster.

Our father was a well-known for his sense of humor in his family, always quick with a pun in reply to whatever your question was. My sister clearly inherited that gene. She was born on April 1st, and that just seemed to enhance her humor. And then, there was the matter of her name.

All the women on my mother’s side of our family have Mae as a middle name. Essie Mae, Bonnie Mae, etc. Our last name, courtesy of our dad, is Juneau, just like the capital of Alaska. So, when she was born, my sister was given the name April Mae Juneau. With a name like that, from a family like ours, and being born on that day, she was destined from the start to cause trouble.

I, as her younger brother, was all too often the target of her humor. I fired back at her as best as I could, but she was three years older, wiser, and thought better on her feet than I did. The pranks started small, but as we grew up, they got more advanced and more biting. Once, she tied all my underwear in knots. I retaliated and mismatched every pair of socks she had. Years later, it was me tying all her bras together and lashing them to the satellite dish on the side of the house so they could blow in the breeze like a banner. And it was April retaliating, cutting holes in the fly of every pair of my boxers, so when I put them on, my dick and balls hung out. I had to go commando for almost a week before mom could get to the store and buy new ones. April had won again.

Our dad had died in a workplace accident eight years earlier, so after April graduated and left for college, it was just mom and I most of the time. That didn’t stop April. I would occasionally get random packages and emails. Glitter Bombs, rubber dog crap, pictures of giant 20-inch dildos with the caption “I thought you’d enjoy this.”

I made the mistake of bringing my girlfriend home one night during Christmas break when Mom was out, but April was home. We opened the door to my bedroom to find a blow-up doll with a sparkly, pony-tailed butt plug sticking out of the asshole and a bottle of anal lube in the doll’s latex hands. My girlfriend Connie was a pretty straightlaced and conservative girl, and that just sent her over the edge.

She stormed out on me and I got an angry break up text the next day. April apologized and said she’d make it up to me. I should have been better prepared, but for my 18th birthday a few weeks later in January, she brought me a gift, failing to mention she had bought it from the adult bookstore on the edge of town. Inside was a dozen or so vintage gay porn VHS tapes. I had opened the box in front of family and friends. She howled in laughter. I chucked the box at her head.

April came home again for spring break. We were watching a movie with mom in the living room, and there was a scene where a couple of women were topless in the background. April loudly proclaimed, “Don’t look Evan!”

I was caught off-guard “What?”

“Don’t look at the naked boobs on TV! You don’t want to get a boner in front of mom and I, do you?” She snickered.

Mom just sighed and shook her head, because that’s about all she could do about April anymore. I must have blushed, because April found this to be hilarious and would not let up for the rest of the night, asking me every 10 minutes or so if I still had a boner. I did my best to ignore her, but I failed. At least my dick was co-operating.

Mom went to bed shortly afterwards. Once she was out of sight, April called my name.

“Evan!”

I snapped my head around and yelled “What!” And then in a flash, she lifted her shirt above her head and exposed her naked breasts to me.

Now, I had seen boobs by this point in my life. I wasn’t a modern-day Casanova or anything, but I had a few girlfriends over the years and had been laid a couple of times. The thing was, generally, at that age, when you see boobs live and in person, the context is a romantic one. You’re making out with someone or trying having sex. You usually don’t see boobs just out in the open in a ‘normal’ life situation.

So, all that is to stay, I was in a bit of shock. I must have been staring at her pretty hard, because April was saying my name over and over, but it wasn’t registering. My sister has really nice tits. They were small, round, and firm looking. They fit her slender frame well. They were probably a B cup, and certainly not more than that. Her nipples were not hard, but they were small and pinkish türkçe bahis colored. She shimmied her shoulders and her tits bounced a little. That broke my trance.

She lowered her shirt and stared at me with that shit-eating grin I knew so well.

“Well, do you have a boner now?” she asked. I realized then that I did, in fact, have a boner. I could feel my cock hardening against my leg in my shorts. It was becoming uncomfortable. My silence answered the question for her, and she chided me.

“Shame, shame, shame. getting a hard on looking at your sister’s boobs. You need you some Jesus young man.” She wagged her finger in mock damnation.

I tried to take the high road and ignore her. Of course, that didn’t work.

“What kind of weirdo gets an erection around his sister?” She asked aloud.

“Why would you do that in the first place?” I asked, clearly annoyed.

“Just to get a… Rise out of you,” she said, falling over sideways laughing at her own joke.

I stood up to go to bed, and as I did, I tried to adjust my crotch to make my erection less obvious. My efforts were in vain, as April began hooting at me.

“Damn Evan, you must REALLY like my tits. Do you want to see them again?” she teased, grabbing the hem of her shirt and cackling.

I scurried out of the room and went to bed. I made sure to lock my door before I stripped down and went to sleep.

For the rest of that week, several times a day, April started randomly calling my name and flashing me. Sometimes she’d have a bra on, but normally she went without one when hanging around the house. She’d yell “Boner check” and laugh at my reaction, whatever it was. Shock, annoyance, and anger were all the same to her.

I was ashamed to admit it, but the first few times, I had gotten almost instantly hard looking at her tits. It was embarrassing, I mean, this was my sister after all. But, by the end of the week, I had gotten almost immune to them. I must have seen her perfectly round orbs dozens of times by that point. She went back to her campus and I went on to graduate high school. April graduated college early and enrolled in a master’s program.

April had secured a summer internship at some big-name firm near her university, so she did not come home for the summer that year. She did visit during Fourth of July weekend, but there were no unusual shenanigans, save for her typical firecrackers-in-the-backpack prank. I wasn’t even the target this time, Uncle Roy and Aunt Helen were.

Back to school we went in the fall. I went off to a different college than April had, one closer to home. Life was normal through Halloween and Thanksgiving. We were both home for Christmas, but there was other family around constantly, and she busied herself pulling jokes on our uncles and cousins rather than torture me with her tits.

I turned 19 in January, right before I went back to school. I went to a party the weekend after my birthday and started talking to a girl named Kellie. It turned out, she had graduated from my high school the year before me, but we had never really met. She took my hand, and we went out into the alley behind the house. We were leaning against the fence making out when she just stopped and dropped to her knees in front of me. I undid my pants and she yanked them down to the ground, doing the same with my boxers immediately afterwards. My cock was not quite fully hard when she slurped it into her mouth.

She went straight to work, sucking and licking on the head while her hand went to the base and jerked me back and forth as she sucked. Her methods seemed to be designed to make me cum as fast as possible, and they succeeded. I lasted a few minutes out in the night air, but then I felt the surge approaching fast. I managed to blurt out a warning a half second before I came.

She had pulled my cock out of her mouth just far enough that I could see the first blasts of cum shooting right back into her face. She gulped and swallowed whatever she could. The final few shots ended up on her blouse, and this angered her. She stormed away, muttering to herself as I zipped up.

“Happy Birthday to me I guess” I said aloud to no one as I made my way back inside.

A few weeks later, in March, The Great Pandemic of 2020 hit. This was during my second semester of college. As the campuses and dormitories closed up, I was forced back home. April came back a week later. After dad passed years ago, mom had gone back to work as a lab tech at the county hospital. Now, naturally, she was pulling double and triple shifts at the hospital during the crazy times. That left April and I home alone, quarantined together, pretty much all day, every day.

So naturally the pranks started back up. Mostly juvenile stuff at first again. She poured cold water on me in the shower. I poured salt in her coffee when she wasn’t looking. She tied a trip line to my door frame and screamed for help at the top of her lungs. iddaa siteleri Of course, I pulled the door open and tried to rush out, falling and eating a face full of floor in the process.

A couple weeks into quarantine, we were sitting in the living room again, both with our heads buried in our phones, when I heard her call out my name

“Evan!” She demanded.

I looked up and once again, “Boner check!” she giggled.

She was sitting there with her shirt pulled up, and those two perky tits staring back at me. Her nipples were hard this time, and they looked very inviting.

I stared as long as she was showing. When her shirt fell back over her boobs, she looked at me expectantly. I just shook my head no.

“Sorry.” I said and went back to my game. I could feel my dick stirring a bit, but I was nowhere near full erection.

I guess that wasn’t the reaction she wanted. She growled at me a little and went back to her phone as well.

Nothing more was said or done that day, and after dinner, I retreated to my room to play some games online. I had my headset on and was fully engaged in shooting monsters. April came into my room and stood in front of my desk until I looked up at her.

She was wearing a robe and had apparently just gotten out of the shower. Her brown hair was still wet, and she smelled of lilac and vanilla. She slowly opened the robe and eased it down her shoulders, staring me in the eye the entire time.

She let the garment slip down her arms. He shoulders were still damp and there was a bead of water running down the valley between her boobs. He nipples were rock hard, and I could see goosebumps on the skin of her breasts. I felt my jaw slack open.

She allowed the robe to bunch up at her elbows, fully exposing her hop half to me. There was a difference in seeing her tits being flashed from across the room and seeing her half naked not five feet from me. She was sexy. I wanted to pull her close to me and press her flesh into mine. I got hard almost instantly.

She couldn’t see my crotch from her vantage point, but somehow, she could tell. As soon as I realized I was hard, she began to smirk. She spun around and pulled the robe back up over her shoulders. I watched her naked back disappear under the terry cloth. She walked out without saying a word.

That night, I jerked off thinking about April for the first time. The image of her round breasts, water running between them, nipples wrinkled and hardened replayed over and over in my mind. I shot my load all over my torso and fell asleep.

The next day, April didn’t act any different. Mom had come home briefly, long enough to shower, change uniforms, and grab a few things. We talked in the kitchen as I was pouring myself some juice. As she left, April emerged from her room.

“Good morning.” She greeted me.

“Hey.”

“Mom gone already?” she asked as she poured herself some coffee.

“Yeah. She needs us to do some laundry and chores.” I said, still wrapped up in the TV.

“No problem.” She took her cup back to her room.

I took my laptop to the back porch to get some sunshine while I did my classwork. I had to get outside those walls every once in a while. The lack of contact with other people and being stuck in the same place every day was driving me crazy.

April emerged through the back door a couple hours later. She had her earbuds in and her phone in her hand. She was wearing her robe again. She gave me a sly look as she pulled the sash open and flung the robe off her body. She had on a tiny, bright yellow string bikini.

It clung to her body perfectly, emphasizing the curves of her breasts and hips. I couldn’t help but stare at her. Damn, my sister was hot. H-O-T, Hot. And here she was, flaunting her body at me.

The smile of victory crept across her lips as she glanced at the tenting that had begun in my shorts.

“Mind if I join you?” She asked in a sing song little voice.

“Sure, have a seat.” I gestured to the deck chair beside mine.

“How about I just sit in your lap. We can talk about the first thing that… Pops up.” She said with a laugh, plopping into the other chair and grinning loudly at me.

I just leaned my head back and closed my eyes, trying in vain to will my cock to stop growing. I took several deep breaths and opened them slowly. Suddenly, I was treated to the sight of April’s round, cute little ass as she was bent over in front of me for some unknown reason.

I saw the yellow bottoms wedged between her cheeks. I stared at the rounded bottom of her butt and gawked at the backs of her slender legs moving just a bit as she swayed her hips from side to side. I noticed how the material was pulled tight across her vulva and a lack of any visible hair. I was close enough to see there was no razor bumps or any imperfections. I was sure she waxed her pussy.

My erection hadn’t subsided at all, and deneme bonusu veren siteler it swelled even more now. April was picking at her toes, then stood up and glanced down at me from over her shoulder.

“Boner check.” She said softly.

I paused for a minute. Her eyes were wide with anticipation. “You win,” I said quietly. She laughed out loud and grabbed her robe, going back inside.

I put my laptop down, unable to focus. I had no idea exactly what April was doing or why. I mean, she clearly liked getting the better of me, but there was a difference in a regular old prank and her trying to make me hard.

It was the middle of the day, and no one else was in sight. I had learned years ago that the fencing and shrubbery made our back yard fairly private. Only the McAllister’s house to the south had any sightlines in, and they were almost never outside, or even home for that matter.

Confident in my seclusion, I pulled down my shorts and stroked my cock. April had gotten me going today without me really seeing anything. Her bikini had her nipples covered, and her bottoms covered all the fun parts they were intended to. Her ass was mostly on display, and it was glorious. Between that and the vision of her from the night before, I was shooting cum in the air again in minutes.

I sat there for a moment catching my breath and letting the shame of what I had done seep in. I pulled off my now cum-stained t-shirt and headed inside. April was on the couch, still in her bikini top, now with some very small, very tight, very green shorts on. She saw me holding my wadded-up shirt and cracked a silent, knowing smile. I took a second to stare at her tits again, then off to my room I went.

Surprisingly, the next few days were pretty uneventful. No unexpected flashes, no causes for any consternation. I started to relax and forget.

I woke up the morning of March 31st to an uncomfortable sensation. I was sleeping on my side, as I normally did. The sheets around my waist were somehow cold and wet. Once my faculties fully returned, I realized I had pissed the bed in my sleep. My eyes opened wide and I saw a bowl of water on my nightstand that was definitely not there when I went to bed. April had apparently struck again, this time with the classic hand-in-a-bowl-of-warm-water trick.

I stripped the bed and grabbed a towel to go take a shower. I turned the water on to warm up, then took the dirty sheets to the laundry, only to find both washer and dryer were already running, with full baskets of April’s clothes piled beside them, next in queue. I dropped my linens on the floor and returned to the bathroom, finding the door locked. I banged on the door angrily.

“I turned that water on for me to use, you jerk.” I grunted.

“You snooze you lose,” was her laughing reply.

I banged on the door again and walked away in anger. She had gotten me again. As I brooded, I had to admit the pranks, juvenile as they were, were at least well-planned out. And she had struck the day before April Fools’ Day, so I wouldn’t have been on the look-out for shenanigans yet.

She knocked on my door and opened it before I could even reply.

“Shower’s all yours,” she stated flatly. She stood there with one towel wrapped around her body, corner tucked in between her perfect boobs. She was brushing her damp hair and smiling.

“Gee, thanks.” The sarcasm was dripping from every word.

“Sorry bro, it was just an… Accident. Don’t be all… Pissy.” And with that she laughed loudly and pranced to her room.

I took my shower and did my best to dry out my mattress. I tried to go about my day as normal, thinking the worst was over.

Tomorrow was April’s birthday, but with the quarantine on, there was no way to have a party or properly celebrate. I had offered to make her dinner or something earlier in the week, but she told me no, that wasn’t necessary. I felt bad, but she seemed to be in good spirits about the whole thing. I know I wouldn’t be if my birthday came during a pandemic (little did I know at the time we’d still be in this crap come January.)

We sat and streamed a movie together later that night. It was a romcom starring some actor she thought was hot. The inevitable love scene started, and April looked at me from the other end of the couch, “Boner check!”

“Nah, not even close,” I said, not even looking her way this time.

“Are you sure? She has really big boobs,” April asked.

“I guess so, but they’re still covered.”

“She’ll take them out here in a minute, I’m sure”

“Probably, but they look fake. Doesn’t do anything for me.”

“Hmmm.. Ok.” She said, then went eerily quiet.

The love scene got pretty intense, and much more graphic than I would have guessed. It wasn’t quite full-on porno levels, but it would have given Cinemax After Dark a run for its money back in the day.

I saw April shifting around and noticed she had her hand under the waistband of her shorts and was discretely rubbing her pussy. My focus left the screen and zeroed in on my sister getting herself off on the other end of the couch. She moaned lightly, eyes still fixed on the screen, and my dick tried to burst through the seams of my shorts.

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