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Adult Situations Ch. 25-26

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Chapter 25 – Stacy

Crystal took a deep breath. I could hear the intake of air, and when I looked and then I could see the slow exhale so that she’d relax and be agile in whatever happened next. This was one of her calming actions that she’d taught us all from an old yoga class. She said her old airline had taught the cabin crew the same system for when they needed to start working with an unruly passenger and needed to keep their cool.

Crystal stepped forward, “Hi. I’m Crystal. I run Crystal Blue Photography.”

Madison managed a weak smile in my direction.

I stepped up beside Crystal. “Hi Stacy. I’m Dave, Crystal’s fiancé, and I often work with her on various CBP projects.”

Stacy continued to size us up, but she’d been silent so far. She ran her eyes up and down my body, and said, “Are you the one that’s going to fuck my daughter?”

I slowly said, “Errr, make love, perhaps. I like Madison and I certainly don’t want to hurt her by being rough or anything.”

Stacy crossed her arms in front of her chest, “Good. I’m here to watch. I needn’t tell you that Madison and I have had words at home about her life choices.” She sounded like she was about one step from committing murder — and I was sure we would be the victims.

Crystal smiled at her, although I could tell the smile was forced; “That’s fine. Do you know anything about taking a video?”

Stacy recoiled slightly. The question surprised her, as well as our friendly welcome. She stuttered out a reply that she had taken home movies for years, but nothing really professional.

Crystal said, “Oh, good. My other assistant couldn’t make it. You can take this camera and help by filming some of the action. Just be mindful of where I’m aiming and stay out of the way, please. You don’t need to worry about on and off between what you want to video. Just let the camera run nonstop. The memory card in the camera is huge, so you don’t have to worry about filling out the memory bank.”

Crystal presented Stacy with one of her backup cameras. Since it was handy, I guessed that it was the one I was going to hold for more of the POV shots. Stacy looked flummoxed and started to examine the camera.

I was already thinking that Crystal had just had a stroke of genius. Instead of letting Madison’s mother watch, seethe, and get riled up about what was going on, she fundamentally co-opted her into being part of the complex situation instead of an outsider.

Stacy spoke up, “I came here… I’m not… I think… will doing this affect my daughter’s reputation, education, or future?”

We shrugged. Crystal said, “I guess that’s up to her and to how much she allows it do that. We do not use her real name, if there’s any name at all attached to the video. Also, there’s no reason being in a film has to have any impact unless she wants it to. Certainly, if she becomes a star of some kind, she might have to deal with the fame and recognition, but normally that doesn’t happen with only a few videos.”

I nodded in agreement.

Stacy turned to her daughter, “And you still want to do this even after our discussion last night?”

“Yes, but I’m embarrassed that you’ll be watching.”

Stacy turned back to us, “Madison told me that you took videos last weekend, and that one of your ‘models’ was fifty or so.”

Crystal nodded, “Yes, that’s true. She’s a grandmother.”

“So, you do use older women in the films.”

I thought of Ross, “And men. There’s a great deal of diversity in the videos that we do.”

Stacy said, “I thought the porn industry was all booby eighteen-year olds; that is if the producers were really trying to avoid pedophilia.”

“Not the case, except for one or two of many,” Crystal proclaimed. “Most of our work to date has been for private viewing only — what we’ve come to call private porn. We’re only now starting to expand into having a more commercial or public presence. The scenes we’re shooting today are actually for a demo video I need to show various companies to get on their roster as a producer of carefully crafted adult films.”

Madison stated flatly, “They were very insistent that I prove I was of legal age. They have that information on file along with my model release forms.”

I added, “And no one would breach that age barrier here. I even had a talk with Madison about potential long-term implications and ramifications depending on what happened further along in her life.”

Stacy said, “As have I in the past twenty-four hours. She does understand all of that, but still wants to proceed. I kind of insisted on coming along today to see what would happen. I worried about her safety.”

I commented, “Did you read the email with the plot outline, including the description of major activities and positions that Crystal Blue wants to get on video?”

Stacy nodded, “I did, and it was purely by accident. The text came in while Madison’s phone was lying on the counter. I was right there and glanced bahis siteleri at the message when it lit up the screen.”

Crystal said, “If we go according to plan, by five or five-thirty, we will have covered all of that and then some. The actors — Dave and Madison — do have the flexibility to ad lib, if you will. If they do, we capture that, too. There is no carefully choreographed movie script that we follow.”

Stacy said, “Oh, I didn’t expect there would be.”

Crystal checked in with Madison, “Are you okay to go ahead with your mother here?”

Madison shrugged. “Yes, I guess so. I’ll blush for the first hour and then be all right.”

Crystal patted her shoulder, “We can adjust the color with our video editor. We’ll take care of your blush.” I think she was kidding.

Madison came to me, “Kiss me, please. It’ll help me relax. Even with this embarrassing situation, I love you… and, yes, I know all about you and Crystal, and I have no intention to come between you. Maybe it’s unrequited love.”

I did kiss Madison — several times. We even got a little tongue in the game and she giggled at first, and then got into it. We hugged; “God, you kiss like a real prince charming.” I didn’t tell her that the kisses also helped me relax what with Madison’s mother suddenly appearing. This was unprecedented.

Crystal had been tutoring Stacy in the use of the camera. She turned to us and said, “Let’s start. Scene one, Madison enters office with expectations about what will happen. Dave you be working at your big desk and turn to greet her. Kisses follow, cop feels, and then clothes removal as you both heat up. BJ first and the eat the bejesus out of her pussy.”

I thought some of Crystal’s remarks were to also test whether Stacy had the mental ability to watch all that happen to her daughter. Since she didn’t protest, Crystal went and turned on Stacy’s camera.

Crystal said a word or two to Madison, flipped on some of the camera lights, and Madison left the office. She must have counted to twenty or something. Crystal was filming when the main office door opened and Madison peeked inside the door.

Both Stacy and Crystal videoed her entry and rapid transition to my office, into my lap, as I greeted her with kisses. After some open mouth deep tongue kisses, Madison put my hand on her breast. I really felt around her landscape. She told me she was wildly horny and had been at school all day, thinking about what I’d do with her. I did the natural thing and fondled outside her clothing, but I also took that as an invitation to go further.

I watched Stacy out of the corner of my eye for her reaction to my wooing her daughter as a prelude to our having sex. I started pawing at Madison, and then removed her blouse and bra. If there was a reaction by Stacy, either positive or negative, I missed it. Stacy watched where Crystal was shooting, and moved to a different place for a different camera angle. I wouldn’t know until later whether any of her videoing was any good. It was, as it turned out.

Stacy had gone barefoot when she realized her heels made a click-clack sound on the marble floor of my office. She actually had pretty feet, fresh with a pedicure and nice polish. She’d been carrying a purse, but that had got tossed aside out of sight so her hands were free to hold the expensive camera.

Stacy was dressed in a conservative summer dress with a hemline just above her knees. This was what almost all the women in town wore if they wanted to wear a dress. She had good looking legs from what I could see of them. Madison had gotten her good looks from her mother; Stacy was easy on the eyes. Where Madison was a strawberry blonde, Stacy had apparently tilted the scale even further towards the reds, and came in solidly as a redhead. She didn’t have that pale, freckled, Irish skin, however, but I did detect some Irish heritage in her demeanor. I thought she was kind of hot.

I still wondered what her angle was on all of this. Why had Stacy taken such an interest in Madison’s budding career s a young porn star? Stranger than strange was that she seemed quite unruffled watching me come on to her daughter.

I got Madison naked in my lap in no time flat. I’d also lost my shirt. We had some fun with me fingering her rapidly until she had an orgasm I would categorize as explosive. She collapsed back in my arms and I kissed her, and told her how loved she was. She was highly responsive as we kissed. It was a tender and romantic moment where we kind of shut out Crystal, Stacy, the cameras and lights, the videography, and everything else in the room but each other.

Madison then got off of my lap and helped me remove my pants and briefs. She was on me like white on rice, and had me deep in her mouth as she tongued and then achieved a deep throat on me. She bobbed up and down happily, seemingly unaffected by her mother only three feet away taking a close-up of the wanton sex act. God, this was sexy. Madison kumar siteleri tried to deep throat me, the way that Wendy had a few days earlier, but that wasn’t going to happen, at least that day.

We turned things around after I got a sign from Crystal. I ate out Madison for quite a while as she sat on the corner of my desk with her legs spread impossibly wide. I did get to sweep a lot of useless papers from the desk with one hand to clear a space for her. I went to town with mouth and fingers, and had her cumming again in only moments.

After even more oral sex, my penetration of her teenage body went smoothly after her second orgasm on my tongue. She was moaning how great I was and how she wanted me as her lover for the rest of time. We did the modified missionary as I pistoned into her body as she was on the corner of my desk on her back. Both Crystal and Stacy came in for close-ups of my cock pistoning into Madison.

We made a few changes in position to embrace doggie (arf), girl on top (let me feel your great breasts), scissors (don’t run with scissors), cowgirl (yippee), reverse cowgirl (double yippee), and lastly the spoon position with both of us atop my desk. This was where I was supposed to dump my load, and dump I did.

I’d been holding off my ejaculation, getting to the edge and then doing something to bring me off the precipice of my orgasm, like a change in position with Madison. With no barrier, I allowed her snug little teenage pussy to just clutch me perfectly. As I fondled her breasts and pumped my shaft into her, I got that stirring in my loins, and then told her the news. I was CUMMING! I think I actually screamed that. I wonder if the people in the insurance office next door to me heard that.

I filled the teen’s sweet pussy with blast after blast of my rocket fuel. I held onto Madison so I wouldn’t shoot her across the room. She loved it and was telling me what it felt like as she captured my essence in her snug little teenage cunt. We were kissing and wagging our tongue together. This was a hot mating session.

As our afterglows enshrined our naked bodies on my desk, I slowly allowed my tumescent shaft to slip from Madison’s wet and well-lubricated vagina. I then became aware that both cameras were making close-ups of her twat, so that my leakage would show. I guess this was the perfect ending for the video that Crystal sought — a teenage cream pie.

Eventually, Crystal said in a calm tone, “Cut. That was good. You two take a break. I just want to download the cameras and be sure we have workable files.”

Crystal took Stacy’s camera and her own and went to her laptop that she’d left next to my main machine. About two minutes later, she came back smiling, “All good. We’re through. I’ll turn this over to Carol — our editor.”

Stacy said, “I’d like a copy of what this becomes when the various cameras are merged.”

Crystal looked surprised. “You want the file… of your daughter making love with somebody — with Dave?” The astonishment showed in her tone.

Stacy gave a funny smile. “It all turned me on, like big time. I’m so horny. I may never have been this horny in my life, and I’ve had my moments. I hope you’ll honor my next request. I want to do everything that Madison just did while you make a video of me with David. He’s so romantic.”

Crystal and I made eye contact. I was kind of shell-shocked by the request. Here, we’d expected an irate mother ranting and raving that we were corrupting her daughter as we made a porno of her fucking me. Instead, she wanted the same thing.

Crystal said, “This is very unusual.”

Stacy said quickly, “I’ll pay you. You talked about ‘private porn’, and I get it. Madison told me a little about it last night, too. I want that, but I want it good enough that I could put it up on the Internet if I decided to.”

Crystal said, “Oooooookkkkkkaaaaaaayyyyyy.” She looked at me and asked, “You up for another round?”

I glanced at Madison and she was bouncing around in the corner of my office naked and nodding. “Say yes. Tell mom that you’ll do it. Please. I can even help with one of the cameras.”

I verified with the two women, “You want the same thing, more or less: kissing, Frenching, oral sex each way, and then our making love in multiple positions?”

“Yes, yes,” Stacy proclaimed with some eagerness. She was looking happier and happier as it became more obvious that we would comply. I was thinking that I might never understand this woman who’d shown up so unexpectedly in such an unusual situation.

Crystal was explaining that it might be over a month before she had a video for her because of the backlog of work Crystal Blue Photography had. Stacy waved dismissively, “That’s fine. Just let’s do it.”

Madison teased me, “Do you need a fluffer?” She was still naked, and seeing her that way made me harden without any physical contact.

Stacy said with a snicker, “My job, now. He’s mine for the next hour.” She sounded bahis very possessive.

Madison went to Crystal, “I’ve used movie cameras before, and I think I know what you’re looking for.” Crystal pulled her aside and the two went over the basic controls on the second camera.

Crystal finally declared, “I guess we’re ready.”

I got dressed again.

Stacy went outside the office door and closed it. Madison immediately pleaded, “Make her happy. This is so important to her and indirectly to me. You don’t know. She needs this. She’s needed to get laid in the worst way for the past couple of years. Maybe this’ll make her more reasonable to some degree. She’s been pretty up-tight.”

The filming started and Stacy came in the door to the ante room. She shut the door and then hurried into my arms with an eagerness that I hadn’t expected. Our lips met in our first kiss, and I think for Stacy it was magical. She really did swoon during our first few kisses, and when the French kisses started, she could barely contain herself. Her whole body was grinding into mine and I had the feeling that she wanted to consume me.

She made the move to have me cupping her breasts as we made out. I could feel some really good tit flesh under her bra that got my juices flowing; not that the kisses hadn’t already started that process. As I felt her, she rubbed the growing lump in my pants.

Stacy only had three items of clothing on besides her conservative heeled shoes: dress, bra, and panties. I had those off of her a few minutes later, and then I went to town jamming my fingers in her sweet pussy. She gave instructions to heighten her pleasure and urged me on. Her legs were spread wide. Madison came in for the close-up shot of her mother’s twat with my fingers in it.

Stacy was almost frantic to get me naked, and then sucked down my cock. She came up for air a moment later and grinned at me. “I can taste Madison on you. This is so sinful, and so wonderful at the same time. She went back on my cock. She tried to deep throat me, but Madison had her beat on that score, but only slightly. Stacy couldn’t get past the gag reflex, and I told her not to try. I didn’t want the pretty lady hurting herself.

When I went down on her, she about flew apart in little pieces to the far corners of the universe. “Oh, GOD, THIS IS MAGNIFICENT… SOOOO FUCKING GOOOOOD.” Her reactions and words sure made me feel on top of the world, and eager to please her. She started to have orgasms again, and I was happy to keep multiplying them.

Stacy was turning to soft feminine mush when I stopped and repositioned her on my desk. I whispered to her, “Are you ready? Are you sure?”

She nodded enthusiastically at me. “Oh, PLEASE. DO ME NOW!”

Madison’s nude body moved into my line of sight, giving me two hot women to help arouse me.

Stacy was a dream fuck. I slid right into her inner most parts with my cock as two cameras caught every millimeter of my slow but steady penetration. Stacy was saying all sorts of dirty things that boiled down to ‘Fuck me and never stop’. I was of a mind to comply.

I ran her through the same positions that I’d done with Madison as the cameras rolled. (Do cameras still ‘roll’?) She liked the missionary with her legs spread to reveal her all to me, as I stood in front of her and pumped my cock deep into her quim. Often, I’d reach forward and encompass her great breasts or stroke her beautiful reddish hair. We kissed, too. Her nipples were erect with sexual excitement. I had no doubt that she wasn’t monumentally turned on.

Stacy asked, “Can you cum with me? I’m peaking again — a big one, too. I can tell.”

“I can and I will,” I said with determination.

We fucked some more and I did feel her starting to soar higher and higher, and I joined her. Eventually, she gasped, “Oh, God. NOW!” I was about to tell her the same thing.

Fifteen seconds later, it was ‘NOW’ for me, too. I was afraid that I’d shoot her through my office wall into the insurance office next door. I filled Stacy’s sweet cunt with a gallon of my cum, and it felt as though I’d cum harder and with more volume than with Madison.

Stacy passed out somewhere during her orgasm. I rode out mine with her, but she was quite inert. I felt her body and she was pumping blood just fine. The intensity of the orgasm had just overpowered her.

I slowly extracted from her pussy as the two cameras again watched for the leakage of my semen from where I’d just put it. I stroked her clitoris a few times and that made her body convulse and her vagina spasm and start to push some of my juices out of her.

To my surprise, Madison set the camera down nearby, and launched herself at her mother’s overflowing pussy. With tongue extended and her sucking powers in high gear she went to work.

When Madison had a mouthful, I gestured for her to share it with me. We kissed and snowballed the splooge. Somewhere along the line Stacy woke up and watched us. Madison went back for more, got it, and we repeated the gross act.

On Madison’s third foray for cum collection, Stacy said, “Share with me, this time.”

Madison did, and I felt sure that it was a new moment in mother-daughter relations — perhaps around the world.

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All characters in the story are at least 18 years old. Information on the protagonists’ age can be found in chapter one.

I have received constructive criticism and encouragement from you in chapter one. I appreciate it very much. It definitely gives me motivation to write more and better. More is welcome!

*

Coming against Sarah’s warm, soft body in the dark with his hands firmly around her neck and her helpless mewling in his ears has been the most heavenly sensation Andrew has ever experienced in his rather uneventful life. Especially when she is his fucking sister.

Granted, Sarah has always been a self-absorbed, willful child. As one of the smartest and the most accomplished in her cohort since elementary school, she certainly feels justified in being so. Were it not for the effort of Olivia, whose equally strong character makes her the only person in the family with any power over her, Sarah could have literally turned their household upside down.

Perhaps this is exactly why the feeling of having his bratty sister entirely at his mercy made him come within minutes.

Andrew has been masturbating at an alarmingly short interval throughout the next day at school, but at the end of the day, his cock still hardens instantly at the memory of last night’s wild adventure. He’s just got a taste of it for five minutes and now he’s an addict for life. His desire for her is so powerful that he’s afraid of what he’d do to Sarah the next time he’s got his hands on her. Afraid of how far she’d let him go.

She wasn’t disgusted. She didn’t despise him. She reciprocated his desire for her, albeit in her own unconventional way. She even apologized to him for her attitude and behavior. Andrew knows his sister isn’t a genuinely arrogant or selfish person, but is only so focused on her demanding life that too often she comes off as one unawares. Her apology has proven that. It makes him feel happy, grateful and proud in a way he’s never experienced before. He wants to make her happy, too. He wants to make her come.

This game of hers, he shall play. And this time, he’s going to turn the tables on her.

It’s with this dreamy, arousing feeling that he arrives at the photography club’s info session held in the assembly hall after school, his head giddy, his cock still half-hard, the scene of last night repeatedly replaying in his mind. Sarah’s right. That people don’t do it doesn’t make it wrong. He can feel she wants it too, as feverishly as he does. They’re not hurting anyone. They don’t have to answer to anyone.

“Hello? Can I help you?”

Startled, Andrew raises his head to find a girl smiling at him. It’s as if he had just realized where he is. The assembly hall has been redecorated for the occasion, magnified photographs strung across the hall, clusters of students ambling along them engrossed in quiet contemplation or hushed conversations. Standing behind a low table on which colorful brochures and leaflets are displayed, her light brown eyes friendly and welcoming, the girl who has just spoken to him is wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. A name card “Carla” is pinned to her gray cardigan. Apparently, he has been standing there before her stand for too long, spacing out and smiling to himself like an idiot. Too bad that Max told him he wasn’t interested, or he could have come with him and made him look less like a joke. Probably Andrew’s only friend, Max lost his parents to an accident when he was an infant. Raised by his eccentric grandparents, he is bullied unrelentingly at school for being gay and chubby.

“Hi, Carla,” Andrew nods, embarrassed.

“Hi! What’s your name?” Her tone is chirpy, but not in an annoying way.

“Andrew. I’m in grade twelve.”

“Good! Interested in joining the photography club?”

“Eh…I don’t know. I’ve been taking some photos with my dad’s camera, and quite like it. But I’m sure they’re pretty bad.”

“Oh, don’t say that. I’m sure they’ve got their charm. What’re your photos about?”

“Animals. Trees. Just boring stuff really. Sometimes riverbanks, streets, or clouds.” Andrew’s face is burning again. It feels stupid just to say it.

“I love taking photos of streets too. I once got up at five o’clock in the morning just to take photos of a coffee shop at a street corner near home. People started coming and going, hot coffee in their hands, the vapor rising from the cups and their nose…the neon lights, the tiled sidewalk, the menu blackboard…” Carla says dreamily, smiling. Andrew can’t help noticing how pretty her smile is. “I’m sorry, I digress again, haha,” Carla shakes her head apologetically, “in hindsight, the photos I took were awful, but I loved what I saw, you know? Just gave you a moment to be there, watching.”

“Yeah.” Andrew doesn’t even realize he’s smiling.

“So, what about you? Where do you normally go?”

“Regent park, when there aren’t many people around. My dad’s family lives in the countryside, so Escort bayan when we go there for summer holidays or Christmas, I’d take photos of farm animals.” He peeks at Carla timidly, but is relieved to find her nodding at him encouragingly.

“That’s lovely! Speaking of animals, look, we’re holding a competition open to the whole school called ‘galloping’,” Carla picks up a leaflet from the table and hands it over to Andrew, “weird name, isn’t it!? You’d think we’d only accept photographs of horses, but no. Look at the requirement, it says ‘we want to see works that show vitality and vigor’. It doesn’t even have to be animals. You can set a countdown to take a selfie of yourself jumping up in the air, I suppose,” Carla giggles, “I’m sure we’ll receive a lot of submissions like that.”

Andrew turns the leaflet around, skimming through the content, smiling. It feels so good to have someone talk to him at length about something he enjoys too, and in such a friendly, kind way. He now regrets not having done something to know more about the photography club until now.

“What’s your camera?”

“Well, actually it’s a really old model. My dad bought it three years ago…”

On and on they talk, from cameras to photographers to their favorite sites and the photos they’re most proud of. Andrew comes to know that Carla is in the same year as he is, wants to study History of Arts next year in university and loves marshmallow dipped in hot chocolate, because they’ve been talking about photos they’ve taken of food. This is perhaps the longest conversation he’s had with a girl in years. In a good way.

“Andrew!”

A familiar voice calls out to him from across the hall. Startled in mid-sentence, Andrew turns his head around to find Sarah trotting up to him, her frizzy, dense blond hair cascading down her shoulders ruffled, her cheeks flushing, the first buttons of her shirt unbuttoned. The scene of last night flashes up in his mind unbidden, and Andrew is appalled to feel his cock hardening all over again. Turning around in a desperate attempt to hide his boner from his new acquaintance, Andrew stares down at Sarah, who has stopped before him, panting slightly.

“It’s a bit early, isn’t it?” Andrew says, feeling stupid. He can’t say “I loved coming against you” right now, apparently.

“Oh, I got the exercises done early. Mrs. Willington said I could leave.”

“As always.”

“No, this time they were too easy. I don’t think they’re up to the competition standard, so I asked her to send me some more difficult ones for tonight. Are you done here?”

Although Andrew is used to his sister’s domineering tone, there’s something unusual in her voice and her glistening eyes that is making his cock harder. He swallows.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Twisting only his upper body around so that Carla won’t notice his raging hard-on, Andrew smiles at her self-consciously, raising the leaflet in his hand.

“Um, thank you so much. I’d better go. I’ll check the competition out.”

“You’re welcome!” Carla flashes him a warm smile, “hope to see your submission!”

Andrew’s heart hammers in his chest as he follows Sarah and exits the hall, making their way towards the main entrance.

“Who is she?”

“Just a girl from the photography club. Told me about a competition.”

Sarah says nothing. As they turn into an empty corridor, she suddenly turns around, grabbing the lapel of his shirt and starting to drag him along.

“Sarah?-“

Unmoved by his confusion, Sarah flings a narrow ventilation door on her left side open and throws themselves into what seems like a closet, slamming the door shut behind them.

“Sarah — what are you doing!”

“Shh!”

Andrew finds themselves locked in the cramped, dark space of a storage room for cleaning utensils, Sarah’s petite frame pressed against him, her familiar sweet scent filling his nostrils. Strands of LED lights from the corridor fall unevenly into the damp little room that smells of ashes and disinfectant.

“You’re crazy — they’ll find us! They’re doing the cleaning after school! There’re security cameras!”

“I’m not wearing panties.”

Oh, God.

All rational thoughts vanish in an instant from Andrew’s brain. As Sarah wriggles against him, moaning and panting into his neck, it takes him far too long to realize what she is doing. Her right hand is unmistakably drawing little circles around her clit, and her left hand is unbuttoning the remaining buttons of her crinkled shirt, exposing her white lacy bras and naked stomach. Gasping, Andrew throws both hands unconsciously up in the air out of pure shock, his cock painfully hard.

“I’ve been very bad, Andrew,” she purrs, “you have to punish me.”

“…What-?”

“I’ve been touching myself all day thinking of you, of your cock,” another soft moan, “I shouldn’t do that. I should have begged you first. Asked for your permission.”

This is an entirely new dimension. A few Bayan escort more seconds like this, and he’s sure he’s going to come into his boxers again.

“What…? How…?”

Get a grip, Andrew. You can do this. You have to. Grinding his teeth, he forces himself to calm down. Just calm enough to think for a second. This is their game. He’s got this.

“Please Andrew,” the way Sarah is making little noises as she touches herself is driving him crazy. Her plump little tits have been pulled free from her bras, and are now pressed tightly against his chest, “touch me.”

As his trembling hands grab hold of Sarah’s soft tits, she lets out a little moan and starts to rub her clit more violently, her delicious hips grinding against his hard cock, “more,” she begs, tightening her fingers on his around her naked tits, “hurt me.”

Something inside Andrew snaps. It’s only with a little surprised yelp from Sarah that he realizes he has turned her around and bent her over, both of her hands having to hold onto the opposite wall for her to stay on her feet. Flinging her uniform skirt up, he feels as if he had been dealt a heavy blow on the head. She is entirely naked from waist to knees, her pink, puffy wetness glistening in the dim light from the corridor outside, her slender thighs and calves in knee socks twisted together.

“Please,” Sarah squeaks, “please-”

“Oh,” Andrew pants, “oh, God.”

She wails as Andrew thrusts three fingers all at once into her dripping cunt out of pure instinct, bending over across her back and reaching out the other hand to twist and pinch her hardened nipples, his entire body trembling. She is so tight. He starts to pick up a steady rhyme, sliding his fingers in and out of her warm, tight walls, groaning from frustration as his hard cock strains against the crotch of his trousers. Sarah moans and jiggles beneath him, rocking her hips against his fingers for more friction.

“Andrew,” she looks over her shoulder back at him as he fingers her, colors high in her cheeks, her eyes pleading, “please, I want to touch myself.”

“Touch yourself, Sarah,” he can’t believe he is sliding into the role so readily and easily. Even his voice sounds alien to himself, “I want you to come.”

With a deep sigh, she reaches one hand down and starts to rub her clit again in time to the thrusts of his fingers, her noise growing dangerously louder, her naked hips swinging and twisting before him in the most sensual form he’s ever seen. From being a virgin who’d never held a girl’s hand to doing what he’s doing right now to his own sister in one week, he must have been blessed or cursed by some unfathomable design of fate.

Andrew’s mind is a jumbled, sludgy mess. They’re hidden in a shabby cleaning closet at school doing unspeakable things forbidden to siblings. They’re making a lot of noise. They’re going to get caught. And here he is, fingering his half-naked sister and playing with her nipples, bent on getting her off, his cock rock-hard in his trousers.

He feels it as it hits her, the sudden tightening and contracting of her cunt around his fingers and a warm gush of liquid trickling down his wrist. Sarah’s entire body stiffens, one hand flying up to cover her own mouth to no avail as he can still hear her broken little whimpers, her legs twitching and wobbling, threatening to give way. It astonishes him that no one seems to have heard them or at least shown signs. Blood roaring in his ears, Andrew straightens up slowly, his mind entirely blank.

What has he just done?

Panting, turning around, Sarah slides down slowly against the wall onto the floor, staring up at him with widened eyes. Taking a trembling step back until his back is pressed against the rickety door, his eyes moving between Sarah and his drenched hand back and forth, Andrew finally lets out a groan, turning around and flinging the door open, fleeing the scene like a hunted fugitive.

*

“Andrew! Andrew!”

A lead ball hangs in the pit of her stomach as Sarah rushes across the school’s front yard after Andrew, who is scurrying away towards the school’s front gate as if on the run, his head bent down. The day’s classes ended, the campus is now dark and quiet, save for a few scattered lights in the main building that indicate some unfinished extracurricular activities.

She can still feel the soaking wetness between her legs and the lingering heat of such a core-shattering orgasm coiling in her lower stomach. Her brother has made her come with his fingers in a way she has never dreamt of before. But she is so scared. Scared that she has somehow hurt him, crossed a line, and that now she’s lost him forever. She has reasons to believe so. Swallowing hard, panting heavily from the rushing and anxiety, she finally catches up with Andrew at the bus stop outside the school’s front gate where they’ll take the bus home. The street is dark and deserted, almost all students and school staff having gone home.

“Andrew!”

He Escort finally turns around to stare down at her as she stops beside him and tugs at his sleeve, his face pale, his hair disheveled. Sarah can’t help noticing his boner still hasn’t gone away.

“Talk to me, please,” Sarah pleads, feeling a sudden urge to cry. Having probably sensed her distress, Andrew leans down and presses a kiss onto the top of her head, but says nothing. Closing the distance between them, she stretches out her arms and holds him tight, closing her eyes and listening to his powerful, steady heartbeat. He holds her back, pressing another kiss onto her hair.

“Are you mad at me?”

“…No.”

“Why did you run away?”

Taking a step back and staring up at him, Sarah is surprised to find his eyebrows knitted in a deep furrow, fear and agitation written across his face.

“This is pure madness. I can’t be doing this to you. What if we get caught? What if Mom and Dad find out? I-”

“Is this what you’re worried about? Getting caught?”

Andrew stares at her, his mouth agape.

“We won’t,” Sarah says firmly, her hand tightening on his arm, “we’re smarter than that.”

“No! I mean, obviously, but are you — are you really…?”

“Don’t assume I’m a fucking victim, Andrew Larrison,” anger flares up inside her, “I’m an adult and so are you, and we can make our fucking decisions, however bad they are.”

For a moment Andrew says nothing. He slumps down onto the bench of the bus stop, burying his face in his hands. Sarah follows him and sits down beside him, her heart thumping in her chest.

“So, this is what it is — a bad decision.” Andrew murmurs.

“I don’t know! I don’t care! I just want you, I loved it when you made me come. Is that a crime now?”

“Technically it can be.”

“Fuck that shit!” Sarah shouts, enraged like a caged beast.

“I just don’t know how to deal with this. I’ve never been with any girl before, and all of a sudden, I’m fingering my sister. Am I going to have a normal relationship? How am I supposed to tell my future girlfriend about it?” Andrew is raising his voice, which she has almost never seen him do before.

Sarah’s heart sinks. She suddenly finds it hard to breathe. Not having heard a reply from her, Andrew glances down at her, and seems surprised to find tears streaking down her cheeks, which she is trying to keep him from seeing by turning her face away.

“Sarah-”

“Don’t!”

She pushes him away forcefully, doubling over and burying her face in her hands, sobbing quietly, her shoulder blades trembling. She can’t do this. But she doesn’t find it in her to push Andrew away again either when his arm, warm and strong, holds her shoulders and pulls her towards him.

“Don’t cry, please,” he sounds helpless, “please don’t cry. I don’t like seeing you cry.”

Sarah feels like the biggest asshole in the country. The most selfish, depraved, disgusting-

“We can make this work,” she hears Andrew murmur, still a bit timorously, “we can make this work. Right now, you don’t have a boyfriend and I don’t have a girlfriend. We’ll talk when things change, right?” he swallows, “and… and I like what we’ve been doing. I don’t want to stop it. I know it sounds selfish but-”

“You’d be the biggest idiot in the world to want to stop it,” Sarah raises her head up from her hands, twisting her body around to face him, sniffing, “and I’m not saying this because I’m a narcissist.”

Andrew smiles down at her. “You’re not. You’re…you’re just so pretty. I know boys like you, I hear them talk about you. Maybe I’m a jerk, but it makes me feel proud that now you’re doing this with me, and I…I’m just…” he is stammering again, looking away, his face flushing pink.

He is beautiful, Sarah realizes. They don’t resemble each other very much as siblings, one having chestnut curls, brown eyes and their father’s tall stature, the other petite with frizzy blonde hair and their mother’s blue eyes. One with their mother’s temper and ambition, the other their father’s introversion and accommodating nature. She realizes for the first time how perfect they would be for each other, if it weren’t for their blood relation and her negligence and pride. If she had just made a bit more effort to be nice to him…

They used to be close, Sarah recalls with a pang in her heart. Hanging out together in the playground every day after school, inventing adventures on Andrew’s dog-eared exercise books, sharing comic books, video games and crumbled chocolate biscuits. Staying up late at night watching Indiana Jones with Dad because Mom was too busy at work. Then middle school came, her excellent marks suddenly making the burden on her shoulders grow tenfold. Expectations from teachers, parents, herself. While Andrew was still Andrew, the shy, ordinary, unremarkable kid. They just grew apart. She just pushed him away.

“Do you remember Katherine from middle school you had a crush on but never got to talk to?”

Andrew’s cheeks flush deeper. “Yeah, why?”

“I remember I was wondering, what the hell, she looks a lot like me.”

Andrew’s face is burning now. Such affection for him is swelling up inside her that she is almost tearing up.

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