My heart pounded faster and faster. “If I still have my car,” I muttered. “I made a bet with Maria. I think she’s going to win.”
“Oh?” she asked. “Really?”
I shrugged. “Thought I would win, but…” I sighed. I didn’t know what to say. Should I just blurt it out? Should I just tell her the truth? That I wanted to fuck her so badly. That I wanted to grab her hand and shove it against my crotch. “I don’t think it’ll happen. I think she won today. She’ll be gloating when we get home.”
“Oh, sorry,” she said. “Well, you don’t know for sure, do you?”
I shrugged. I was going to lose my car, and I had no chance to bang my mom. Fuck.
It was an awkward drive home. I stared at the window, my stomach growing tighter and tighter. How would Maria gloat? How would she taunt me about this? She would rub it in my face. Maybe she’d show off her panties stained with cum.
Dad’s cum.
Maybe she’d have a video of it. She’d have me watch it while licking his jizz off her panties. “That’s when he bred my pussy, bro,” Maria moaned in my imagination. “That’s when Daddy knocked me up.”
My stomach boiled. I didn’t want that at all. My cheeks burned. I squirmed, almost feeling sick about this entire situation. My guts grew heavier and heavier every block that we came closer and closer to our house.
We turned down the street. Million dollar homes flashed by us. I squirmed, seeing ours ahead. Dad’s car was in the driveway. Which meant my sister was home. My heart pounded faster as Mom hit the button to open the garage door. She passed Dad’s car, parking beside my Corvette. I glanced at it.
Maybe I should take it for one last drive…
“I’m going to take a bath and go to bed,” she said. “You should order some dinner or something.”
“Sure,” I said, nodding my head.
“Maybe she hasn’t won yet,” Mom said, touching my hand.
Fire burst inside of me. My dick transmuted into stiff lead as her touch ignited a fire in me. Her fingers were touching me. Stroking me. I groaned. My cock twitched with my heartbeat. I stared into her eyes. They were so blue behind her glasses. I wanted to lean in and kiss her. I wanted to pounce her.
Fuck her.
Then she jerked her hand away and bolted from the car.
“Fuck!” I muttered, her footsteps echoing through the garage before she vanished into the house.
The seat creaked as I shifted. Despite the dread of facing my sister, the frustration was back. That ache in my balls made me groan. I had to get some relief. Maybe Maria would give me a pity blowjob or something.
If she wasn’t riding Dad’s cock right now. In his office, bouncing up and down on him, working that nineteen-year-old cunt up and down his dick. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to picture her and Dad, my blood boiling.
“Fuck it,” I snarled. I was tired of this dread. This horny ache. I just wanted to get this over with.
I burst out of the car and slammed the door shut. I marched through the stuffy, hot garage, my shoes smacking on the concrete. I wrenched open the door. The cool air washed over me. It led out into the kitchen. I crossed it to the living room, expecting to find Maria waiting for me with a big, gloating grin on her face.
Nothing.
I swept my gaze around, wondering if she was hiding, waiting to spring out of at me, her skirt hiked up, showing me the cum running out of her pussy, her labia spread open to show that she’d been fucked hard by our father.
“Maria?” I asked.
I moved through the living room to the den. It was like the living room but didn’t have a TV. My sister wasn’t in here. Dad was working in his office, the door open. He had headphones on, nodding to the music’s beat, his tie loosened. I swept past him. She wasn’t fucking him right now.
I headed upstairs and reached her door. I could hear my mom filling up the bathtub in the master bathroom. I wanted to burst in there, find her naked, and then pounce on her. I would fuck her hard. Even If Maria won…
I threw open Maria’s bedroom door. “Okay, show me the…”
She wasn’t in here either.
“Fuck,” I muttered, my stomach twisting more and more. Was she torturing me? The little bitch.
My frustrated lusts fueled the growing anger in me. I went to my room, barreling in, expecting to find her naked on my bed, her body flushed, Daddy’s cum leaking out of her and staining my comforter. She would be playing with herself, teasing me.
Nope. Not here.
“The fuck,” I muttered, looking at my empty room.
I went to my closet, ripped it open. She wasn’t hiding there. Not that she could. I just threw all my junk in there and closed it tight. I growled, spinning around. Was she in the backyard? Was she making me hunt her down to find out?
What a bitch.
I peered out the window, studying the large backyard. Evidence of the party where we conceived our bet was all gone. There was a large lawn that spread out across the yard, dotted with bushes and several quiet places. There was a pool, a little fountain, and a gazebo.
There was movement in there. Something pink.
Maria?
I bolted out of my room and rushed through the house. I took the stairs two at a time. I rushed through the house to the back door and burst out into the summer heat. Birds chirped. The warmth washed around me. I marched across the lawn, heading to my execution.
I reached the gazebo and instead of finding my sister gloating in triumph, she sat on the bench in there, staring out at the fountain, her face looking lifeless. Her eyes flicked to me then they looked away.
“You’re not… demanding my keys?” I asked. “You’re not showing off proof of fucking Dad?”
She shrugged her shoulders.
Laughter burst out of me. “You didn’t succeed. You didn’t fuck Dad!”
She bolted to her feet, her pleated, pink skirt swirling about her thighs. Her blonde hair spilled about her face, her blue eyes, the same shade as Mom’s, flared with such brilliance. “You didn’t fuck Mom! And you had a week!”
“But you were so certain that Dad would fall all over you,” I growled, my frustration bursting out of me. I was stressed all day, and she failed. She couldn’t get Dad to fuck her when she dressed like that.
She was so sexy. So gorgeous. She was showing off her body, unlike mom. My sister’s blouse was low-cut, her youthful breasts on display. Her skirt was short, her legs toned and lithe. She was a delicious creature. She looked so coquettish. So wanton. She stood there, swinging her hips from side to side, looking so tempting. So alluring.
My dick was so hard.
“You had all week to fuck Mom, and you failed!” she hissed. “So don’t get on my ass because I didn’t get a chance to seduce Dad today!”
All my frustration burst through me. Maria had been teasing me all week while Mom had kept herself from me. She wouldn’t give me what I needed. Now Maria was here, her tits jiggling beneath me. I needed satisfaction. God, my little sister was so fucking sexy.
I grabbed her shoulders and thrust her back against the gazebo’s latticed wall.
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Maria Reenburg
I gasped in shock as my brother grabbed my shoulders and shoved me into the gazebo’s latticed wall. Such anger and frustration welled in me. I didn’t need his shit from him right now. Not after having to listen to Vanessa fuck my dad two more times today.