A short time later, Rob lay in bed, and became aware of a distraction down below. His cock was hard. It was insistently hard. No fuck that, it was like a steel bar. Why was he so turned on? He thought back to the last time he had jerked off, and did some quick arithmetic on his fingers. He thought back to the last time he had gotten laid, and knew that no-one had enough fingers for that. These two together neatly explained the need to take the problem in hand. He got up, fetched some tissues, and decided to indulge in some porn, before remembering the tiresome lack of internet. Instead, he lay back and visited the smut theatre of his memories.
He thought of Anna, the first girl to suck him off. Then first girl to take his cock all the way down. He thought about how her mouth felt, slipping along his shaft, her tongue caressing the soft head of his cock as his fingers ran through her long blonde hair. He felt and remembered how he would tell her he was close, and sometimes she would swallow, but sometimes she would pull off and stroke him with a wicked gleam in her eye, pointing his cock at her breasts. He saw that now, and felt himself focus on her tits, the feel of them in his hand, the warmth. He felt himself getting close. These were the last breasts he had seen except for… The memory burst unbidden into his mind, full Technicolor 3D tits, dripping wet, hard pink nipple on a crinkled areola, Claire’s shocked face above. He came, as hard as he ever had, burning with lust and shame, a moan escaping his lips as, eyes closed, he saw his cum splatter on her chest.
He cleaned himself off, and lay back in bed. He knew he needed to get laid soon, that was the only explanation for thinking something so unhealthy. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. Claire, even through the walls of their rooms and the hidden bathroom, heard the moan through the walls. She knew immediately what it was. Despite the knowledge it was her brother, she felt a twinge within her, an animal reaction to the sound. She put it from her mind, and joined the rest of the house in slumber.
Rob woke to another staggering erection tenting his sheets. He was so hard it hurt. He was about to move the sheets down to inspect the situation, when he realised he wasn’t alone in his room. Sitting on the end of his bed was a woman. At first, he thought Claire couldn’t sleep and had come to pester him, but through the light of the moon through the window he soon realised he had no idea who this woman was. She stood, turning towards him, her face in shadow. Rob could just make out a pair of glasses catching some reflection of light in the room. He looked over her body. Tall, taller than Claire. Almost as tall as he was. Long legs. Short skirt. Thin blouse. Good boobs. Good boobs. Whoever this maniac was, she definitely had a nice body. Rob was awake enough to realise how insane this evaluation was, and added another mental emphasis on the “get laid” task. But, later.
“Like what you see baby?”
“Who are you? How did you get in here? What do you want?”
“That’s a lot of questions Robbie boy! I’ll give you the answers one at a time. First, my name is Lily. Named after my mother. Any my grandmother. Sort of the same person.” She stepped towards him from the foot of the bed, trailing a hand along his shin. “Second, you called me, don’t you remember? Just dial 1-800-L-V-S-T and I’ll come running for whatever sinner calls.” These last words were punctuated by the fingers of her hand gently tapping along his knee.
Rob felt his brow furrow in confusion. Clearly, this woman was unstable. He needed to defuse this situation.
“Ssh, don’t ruin this by saying something you’ll regret.” Rob gulped as Lily continued. “Thirdly…” her hand traced higher, closing in on her prize. “Thirdly, I came for this.”
Her hand closed around his straining cock. Even through the sheets, it felt incredible. Rob nearly came then and there, but was granted a quick respite as her hand came away. She moved onto the bed, straddling him, grinding herself against him. Rob could hear a faint sucking noise, and again found himself screaming towards the edge.
“I see you want it Robbie boy. That’s good. But first, you need to pay for your sins don’t you? It’s all right, once you pay for them, I can make it so they don’t happen again, wouldn’t you like that?”
She lifted off him just enough for sanity to return. Rob found himself torn between sexual ecstasy and fear for his life. Lily must have seen the fear in his eyes, because she let out a soft titter. “Don’t be silly Rob, I’m not going to hurt you, where would the fun be in that? I’m hear to help you deal with the feelings of guilt and shame you have.”
“I don’t know what you mean?”
“Don’t play coy with me baby, I’m not the one who blew their load thinking about their sister’s hot tits. This time.” Rob felt himself cringe with shame. “So like I said, I’ll help you deal with these big bad feelings, does that sound good?”
Rob nodded, as much to avoid riling this lunatic as anything else. He must have moaned Claire’s name. She must have cameras in the room.
“Goo-ood boy. All you need to do, is a little something for me, ok?” Rob had given himself up for the ride, and nodded again. “Wonderful. All you have to do is…” Lily rolled onto her back, shuffled up until she was on the pillow next to Rob, and spread her legs, showing a perfectly pink, smooth, dripping pussy under her skirt, nestled between her stocking-tops. “All you have to do baby, is eat me out. Do you like the sound of that?”
Rob gulped, mouth watering. He nodded for a third time, sealing himself. He rolled over, putting his hands on Lily’s impossibly soft, creamy thighs. He brought his mouth closer, slowly, aching for the taste, feeling her warmth on his face. His tongue slid from between his open lips, desperately trying to bridge the gap. He tore his gaze from his target as a stray shaft of moonlight lanced through the window, and onto the face of the woman before him. He realised that the grinning face behind those wire-rim glasses was that of his sister, and his tongue closed the distance to her soft, wet lips as –
He woke, face down on his pillow, sun streaming through the window.
Rob pushed himself onto all fours, his dick straining hard at his underwear. He shook his head as if clearing out the cobwebs, pulled on a t-shirt and willed his cock into submission. He padded downstairs, in dire need of coffee and distraction. He heard the distinct clink of mugs being readied in the kitchen, and walked in to find his housemate Claire already making coffee. Rob thought back to the dream half-remembered from the night before. Claire, in his bed, legs spread, waiting for him. He realised dimly that it was the first time he had thought about her like that in all the years they had known each other, and kicked himself for being so blind.
The scales had fallen from his eyes. He could see the attractive curves of her body, her slender legs on pointed toes. Her shorts just barely concealing her incredible ass, her flared hips, and surely other delights beside. He watched as she continued to strain upwards for the coffee on the top shelf, her short frame not quite able to reach, and saw her t-shirt ride up, exposing her toned, pale midriff. Her dark hair tumbled around her captivating brown eyes as she turned to face him, her lips parted and he knew he needed to kiss them.