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Less than a minute after I had finished jerking off in the basement den, my sister, Lauren, walked in on me with a stern, disapproving look on her face.
I scrambled to cover myself and think of some sort of face-saving story. It was pretty pointless though. She strode over to my position on the couch, still dressed in her scrubs from her job as a nurse at Bayard University Medical Center. Lauren didn’t say a word. Instead, she bent down and scooped up a dollop of my cum on her right index finger.
“Look, I don’t care if you masturbate,” she scolded. “But you didn’t even put down a towel. Jesus!”
With a pillow over my lap and cock, I stammered an apology.
She held out her finger in front of my face.
“Eat it,” Lauren ordered me.
I shook my head ‘no.’
“This is my house. I pay the bills. You need to learn a lesson here, so open your mouth,” she insisted.
Humiliated and on the verge of bolting the room, I surprised myself and opened my mouth.
Quickly, she wiped her finger on my tongue and said, “Swallow.”
I had already started to do that. I wanted it off my tongue as fast as possible, even though the taste wasn’t as bad as I had feared it might be. Truth be told, I had taken tiny tastes of my jizz before.
Lauren said, “Good, boy. Don’t move.” She exited the room and went upstairs.
I didn’t. I sat there a little numb with embarrassment, and then leaned over to grab my laptop and shut it down. Lauren was supposed to be working her shift at the medical center, so I had thought it might be a good time to take advantage of the privacy and mix things up a bit, for variety sake. Instead of rubbing one out in my bedroom, also in the basement, I thought I’d stream some porn from my laptop to the big flatscreen in what we called ‘family room.’ I couldn’t have known that they’d been overscheduled at the medical center, sending a handful of junior and new nurses home for the night.
At the time of this new chapter in our lives, Lauren was 10 years older than me and in addition to being my big sister, she had, until my recent 18th birthday, been my legal guardian. Our mother, also a nurse, died in a car wreck six years earlier, and our father ran out on us two years before that. The two of us were the only family we had, our mother being the late-in-life child of two only children, my grandparents. My father was estranged from his family in Massachusetts before he even met our mother.
Being a bit bossy, Lauren had no problem filling the part. Between insurance, some death benefits from my mom’s employer and a settlement from the insurer of the driver who hit her, we paid some debts of Lauren’s and put away some money for my college.
I graduated six months early from high school after an accelerated and successful academic career. Late that year, I had secured admission and scholarship to the Bayard University Institute for Culinary Arts and Nutritional Science, and shortly after that, Lauren thought it might be a good idea for us to move together from Texas to Central City. Her skills were portable, and Bayard would be a better place for her to pursue continuing medical education.
We sold the house in less than two months and by May we were settled into a new place in CC.
I was just starting to calm down from my embarrassment when Lauren entered the room with a tape measure in her hand. It was the long cloth kind that tailor’s and seamstresses use.
“Stand up,” she said.
“Why?” I asked, starting to get a little confidence back.
“Because I am going to measure you,” she said. “So, lose the pillow.”
I was stunned. Why would she need to do that?
She pulled on my wrist, and I stood. I guess I was so compliant just to get the whole episode over with and get back to my room. I’d learned long ago that it was easier to endure her small demands than fight. If it was important, I would fight. Still, being the younger of us two and having only each other at the time, I was emotionally vulnerable, easily manipulated.
Lauren measured my shaft then the circumference of my balls and scrotum and then typed the figures into a note app on her phone.
“Not bad,” she said with a wry smile. “How long is it when hard?”
With a gasp of surprise, I protested, “A little over seven. Can I please go to my room?”
“Yeah, get out of here and next time put down a towel and have some tissues handy for fuck’s sake.” Lauren wiped me down with two she pulled from a pocket.
The cum was drying on my belly and legs. I practically ran to my bedroom in back. When we moved in, Lauren had suggested I take the family room, aka den, small kitchenette, bedroom and bathroom in the basement. Our split level house was cut into a hill and had a basement level two car garage. The remainder of the basement was basically the family room, a utility room, and a mother-in-law apartment or guest room. My bedroom, “the apartment,” was small but windowless, which I liked because I was and am a bit of a night owl, as is Lauren. Being able to black out most of the light made it easier to sleep during the day. There was a canlı bahis small closet, a queen-size bed with flanked by two nightstands and not much else. I stared at myself in the mirror on the closet door.
I remember thinking that I had filled out finally, thanks to the gym. I wasn’t going to enter and win any bodybuilding competition, but my gamer’s pudge was gone. I thought I had an appealing face and a nice body, so I couldn’t fully understand why I still was a virgin. I had three dates in my senior year of high school, all miserable. I was awkward with girls socially.
Why had Lauren wanted to measure me? I looked at my flaccid penis and examined them in the mirror and asked myself if anything was wrong with them that would give a nurse pause. I was circumcised, my shaft had a nice heft even when soft and I couldn’t see a single blemish on my large sac.
I shook my long black hair in puzzlement, and then wondered if I needed a haircut. I peeked out my door, saw that Lauren was gone and crossed the small hallway to my bathroom to wash up. As I washed, I thought of Lauren and what had just happened. She could be weird, but I could be too sometimes. Since our mother had died, she had definitely felt responsible for me. Sometimes she could be bossy and even cold, but she certainly fell naturally into the maternal role. Both of us were alone in the new city and hadn’t yet developed any friends. Maybe that was making her stressed and stranger.
Over the next few days, I tried to forget about it. I wanked a couple of more times but the whole incident had been like a cold shower. When I did, I did it locked in my bedroom. What was new was what I was thinking when I did stroke off. Remembering how Lauren had caught me, what she saw me doing, and her measuring were humiliating but now that humiliation was fueling my libido. I had never been harder. My tastes in porn had been pretty conventional until then – big-breasted porn stars getting fucked by guys with big cocks, blowjob videos. Tentatively, I searched on words and phrases like “caught masturbating” and saw bad actors roleplay scenes similar to what had happened between Lauren and I.
When we moved into our new Central City home, Lauren had told me I didn’t have to work. She had told me to enjoy my last few months before the hard work of college began. However, she tasked me with unpacking, keeping the house clean, and generally getting things set up. Lauren also encouraged me to explore the city, get to know it and report back anything I found that was interesting. Of course I also prepared and cooked meals.
For the last several years, I had become almost obsessed with cooking and cooking shows. I wanted to be a master chef and the Bayard program was rigorous and among the top five in the country, including deep exposure to food history, biochemistry and nutrition. So I also read books on the syllabuses of upcoming courses.
It was about a week after my humiliation when Lauren and I had sat down to a late dinner. She told me about her day at work and I told her about a small but fantastic kitchen store I had found in the Yard section of Central City. During a lull in the conversation, Lauren asked me, “Have you been masturbating, David?”
“Why would you ask me that? Christ, Lauren.”
She used the excuse that she was worried that her catching me masturbating might have inhibited me sexually.
“It shouldn’t, David. Again, it’s a natural thing. I get off almost daily,” she said.
Although I shouldn’t have been surprised, for some reason I was.
“Still, I’d like it if you didn’t jack off for the next few days until I tell you to.”
I must have given her a skeptical and surprised look.
Lauren took my hand gently, looked me in the eyes and said, “Please, David. Just humor me and don’t ask questions yet, OK.”
Something in her eyes made me nod yes. I couldn’t guess what she had in mind, but I was a horny enough teenager to also hold out hope of some sort of sex game that might ultimately provide some new avenue for release.
That conversation was on a Monday. I complied, looking on it as a personal challenge of self-discipline. On Lauren’s advice, I tried to channel that energy into my chores and explorations. That week I visited all of the city and university’s museums and galleries, mowed the lawn and edged it for the first time and did a deep clean on every room. I also got a lot of course reading done.
By Friday afternoon when Lauren came home from work, my teenage sex drive had me driving fast and furious. My erections were almost constant. Because Lauren was new, her shifts still were variable, sometimes nights, sometimes days, and always stressful. She worked in an ICU. Although tired, she looked tense and told me she was going to go shower.
That’s when I had my first truly sexual thoughts about her. I was so horned up I couldn’t help it. Only in her late 20s, Lauren had a great figure. At five foot six, she had nice round curves which made her wider and her ass full, yet she wasn’t fat. I was longing to see her naked breasts.
Nevertheless, I was immersed in a video bahis siteleri game, finishing up a level when she startled me by asking if I could pause my game. A minute later, I was done with the level and did. I turned my head and Lauren was standing there in her red robe, holding two towels, two bottles of lube and two boxes of tissues. The towels were draped over one arm and her hands were full with the rest.
“I think we both need to unwind,” she said as she handed me one of each.
Lauren smiled at me, and then let her robe drop behind her onto the wingback chair. She laughed at my open mouthed reaction and playfully said, “Ta-da!”
She let me stare. Her tits were had the roundness and almost the firmness of canteloupes, somewhere between large grapefruit and honeydew. They were crowned by rosy red, clearly defined and now erect nipples. I could see all of her wonderful curves clearly, unencumbered by baggy nurse scrubs. Between her legs was a thick but carefully trimmed dark bush. I was mesmerized.
Lauren sat on her robe, and then draped her legs over the arms of the chair, spreading herself wide.
Despite my growing erection, I protested.
“Lauren, you’re my sister. We can’t do this.”
She looked at me with her most serious expression and said, “David, we both need this. You’re a virgin and need to learn about women. I think it would make you relax around them. It turned me on seeing you masturbate. I think about it every day and I want you to see me, too. It’ll be educational.” She paused and her face took on an almost cruel but delighted look, “Oh, and David, your cock is NEVER penetrating me anywhere EVER. We’re just going to do together what we’ve been doing separately for a long time.”
Lauren dug in a pocket of her robe and pulled out a cock shaped, realistic looing vibrator and a smaller silver bullet vibrator and then started applying lube to both.
“You start, bro,” she smiled wickedly.
I sat down, lubed up and started stroking. Of course, my eyes were riveted on her as she told me that I probably had seen everything a woman has in the porn I watched, but she was going to give me some real lessons in female sexuality. Lauren started telling me the Latin names and the slang terms both. That actually seemed to turn her on as she worked the small bullet over her “labia majora” and “labia minora.” Once she finished the anatomy lesson, there were only the wet sounds of lube and masturbation, the buzz of her vibe and our heavy breathing.
Not meaning to, I loudly whispered, “Your pussy is beautiful.”
Lauren smiled a thank-you and said, “Your cock is, too. It’s so much longer than Ted’s and so thick. Don’t let it come before I tell you though. I’m going to show you something. Have you heard of edging, David?”
I shook my head no.
“It means stopping short of an orgasm, taking a time out and then starting again when things have cooled off enough. It takes discipline, but I think you’ll like it. Besides, I want us to cum together.”
This turned me on so much that less than a minute later I had to stop.
“Good boy. That makes mama proud of you.”
That was new. She never had called herself ‘mama’ or asked me to call her that.
Lauren stopped, too. We both took a moment to catch our breath.
“What was Ted’s cock like?” I asked.
“Why are you interested in Ted’s cock?” she teased back.
Before I could get verbally defensive, Lauren waved me off.
“It’s a fair question. I compared yours to his.”
She went on to describe it has just a little over five inches and uncut. In her opinion, it was the perfect size for anal sex but not for fucking.
“Even a below average cock can feel big in the butt, just as long as it’s long enough to penetrate,” Lauren explained. “And I did love sucking him. It was easy to swallow it all, and it was hot putting my tongue in his foreskin and playing with it.”
I groaned in response and my cock visibly twitched.
Lauren laughed. “Did that turn you on? The idea of sucking Ted’s cock or of being sucked by me?”
“I don’t think about sucking cock.”
Lauren said, “I don’t believe you. I bet it has a least crossed your mind and you’ve considered it, even if you haven’t fantasized about it.”
I tacitly agreed but didn’t say anything.
“I like girls. Debbie and I used to lick each other when we were between boyfriends.”
“What?!” Debbie was her best friend back in Texas, and she was very much the image of the straight, conservative, Southern Baptist girl. “Debbie licks pussy?”
“She not only licks it. I think she likes it more than I do, and I like it a lot.”
“Oh, that’s hot,” I moaned. “Can I start again?”
Lauren and I both shut up and started playing again. I was quickly getting comfortable with our arrangement, and the conversation had heated us up again.
I guess the bullet vibe had done its work, and I noticed Lauren switch to the penis vibe, which she lubed up and began working on the outside of her pussy before she began short thrusts of it into her cunt. Her scent grew stronger and I vividly bahis şirketleri remember how intoxicating the smell was in the midst of my own masturbating and high libido.
Again, we were quiet except for the buzz of the vibe, the wet sounds of sex and our occasional moans and groans. Lauren called for another break within moments.
“What were you thinking of?” she asked.
“I was thinking of sucking another guy’s cock,” I confessed.
“Oh, my God, really?”
“Well, you put the idea in my head.”
“I would love to see you suck a cock. I’ve always wanted to see two young guys do it.”
“What were you thinking of?” I asked in turn.
“I was thinking about hearing mom go down on Miss Alice.”
“What the fuck! You’re kidding!”
Lauren went on to describe how when I was four she came home early from school. They had to dismiss classes because of a massive plumbing problem. The big sewer line had backed up into all the bathrooms. So, she said it was about 1:30 p.m. when she entered the house and heard noises from our parents’ bedroom. I was down for my afternoon nap and so our mother could hear me, she had cracked the door. Lauren couldn’t see much but she could clearly hear Miss Alice, a woman a little older than mom and a town fixture, calling mom names and making her lick Alice’s ass. Lauren said she started to intervene until she realized mom was into it. Our mother clearly enjoyed the submissive role sexually, although she was no doormat outside of the bedroom.
While shocking, this story turned us both on immensely. We both started stroking and rubbing ourselves again, but this time the conversation continued.
“Yeah, I think mom and dad were swingers, too.”
“Get the fuck out.”
Lauren said there were little clues like lots of double dating and vague hints here and there. The biggest giveaway was a stash of videos and scrapbooks of their swinging, swapping with other couples and even group sex. That’s when Lauren knew for sure.
I told her I wanted to look at them, and she agreed we could look at them together sometime.
As we both were getting worked up again, Lauren asked, “Do you love me, David?”
“Of course, I love you, Lauren.”
“Would you do anything for me?”
For some reason, this question may me very horny and I gasped a heartfelt yes.
“Would you suck a big, juicy cock for me?”
I moaned a yes, and Lauren’s jerk and screamed out in a powerful orgasm, the penis vibe was buried deep as she worked the bullet near her clit. She uttered multiple “Oh … Oh … Oh” noises.
“Cum for me, David. Cum for mama.”
That pushed me over the edge and my cock started shooting long, thick ropes of cum. The edging had work, most of it landing on the towel or my belly. It took several minutes for the both of us to come down from our orgasmic highs. Lauren calmed herself first, and then came over to sit next to me.
She scooped up a good part of my load on her fingers and held them up to my mouth.
“Eat your cum,” she said with real steel in her voice.
I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and she proceeded to wipe the cum onto it like it was a towel.
“Swallow,” she ordered and I complied.
I was getting used to the salty, slightly bitter taste. Little did I know that the day was not far off when I would crave it.
“That was so hot. They may be the best orgasm I have had in more than a year. Wow. We’re going to keep doing this, David, if it’s not doing a number on your head to jerk off in front of your sister.”
I told her it wasn’t and I was eager to continue, too.
“Good, now go get cleaned up and come back here. I have a surprise for you.”
Intrigued, but really too blissed out to speculate, I took a quick shower and returned to the big room naked.
Lauren was texting or playing a game on her phone when I came back, but there was now something on the couch at her side covered in one of the towels.
She called me over and had me stand in front of her. Lauren examined my cock and balls.
“Good, you’re dry,” she said looking up at me. “Oh, and David, you have a great looking dick.”
Lauren reached under the towel and brought out a contraption I had never seen before that was made of shiny metal.
Lauren looked up at me again and explained.
“This is a male chastity device, David. I’m going to put it on you, and I will be your keyholder. You’re going to be giving me control over your orgasms, and this device will help me to train you to control them yourself. A man who can control his orgasm can be a great lover and when you find a girl you like I want you to be able to really impress her in the bedroom. Do you agree?”
I told her I had a lot of questions about hygiene, showers and how often I would be allowed to cum. She answered them and asked again if I would agree to wear the device. I said I would. Maybe I was a pervert after all because both flirting with incest with my sister and the idea of her controlling my cock turned me on. Maybe I was more like Mom, despite being male. Lauren explained she had taken my measurements so she could order a chastity device custom made. The cock cage went on my flaccid penis very easily, then the scrotal ring that my balls went through fit snugly behind them and it all locked in place.
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