Nighttime escapade with his sister

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“It's not even a cold night, Jenna!” I grimaced, hating the fact that my kid sister loved being so dramatic.

Honestly, the weather was far from cold. Why would Jenna even be under the covers, totally wrapped up like some candy at the shopping mall? If it was one of those super snowy nights, I would totally understand. 

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But this?

“Unless…”

My eyes widened as a realization struck me. 

I took a closer look at the bed and was not surprised to find that my unvoiced assumptions were correct. There were usually four pillows on Jenna’s bed. Now though, I could only see one of them. I knew at once that Jenna was trying to act smart. A wry smile stretched my lips as my next line of action came to me. But before I took another step into the room, I closed the door behind me, making sure mom wouldn’t see a thing.

Actually, there was no chance mom would see anything. After working for hours on end as a surgeon, mom always came home spent. And then she would sleep for eight long hours at a time. So there was no chance she'd even leave her room. Especially not tonight. She had arrived home two hours late, and it worked in my favor.

Even though I had already proved my assumptions correct, I grabbed Jenna’s thick blanket and opened it in one swift motion. Just as I'd thought, she’d carefully arranged the other three pillows beneath it. This didn’t even make sense. The figure didn’t remotely look like her. It instead looked like a fat human curling up underneath the covers, and Jenna was the exact opposite. Her sexy, slender figure could effortlessly earn her a spot in the modeling industry, but here she was, wasting away with her no-good boyfriend. She'd probably gone off to see that loser, even though he was nothing but bad news.

I shook my head, utterly disappointed. It only took a moment for me to rearrange the blanket, hiding the pillows yet again. Just in case.

I turned off the lights, plunging the room into thick darkness. And then I proceeded to sit on the chair in front of Jenna’s dressing table. I had no idea when Jenna snuck out of the house, but I knew she would be back soon. It was almost 1a.m. She didn’t have the balls to stay out much later. I crossed my legs at the ankles and started to drum the table with my fingers as I waited for her.

But it turned out I wouldn’t have to wait for a long time. Barely a moment later, Jenna stumbled through the window. The room was too dark for me to see anything through the mirror, but when I heard her heels clicking against the floor, I could see her in my mind's eye. I knew she was wearing a pair of outrageously high heels, some skimpy dress, and some overdone makeup.

I sat unmoving, waiting for her to fully enter the room. It took every bit of my composure for me to refrain from laughing. I knew she was wordlessly celebrating how smart she was. Poor her. Well, she would soon find out in a few seconds.

“Oh my word,” she said.

She sounded like she was trying to catch her breath. It made me wonder if she'd broken into a race to get home.

“you are so smart, Jenna,” she said, her voice bubbling with excitement.

“Indeed!” I scoffed.

“Shit!” She turned on the lights at once.

Even though I was sitting with my back to her, I could see her through the mirror. Once she turned on the lights, our eyes met, and then her face suddenly went pale. She must have gone to some sort of a party. As though her skimpy sequin dress wasn’t enough to give that away, she was holding a pair of heeled sandals, just as I had imagined. Her brunette hair was somewhat disheveled. Staring at her disheveled state, I could only wonder if shed been dancing too vigorously, or if she'd been fucked too hard, against a wall like a slut.

“You?” she asked.

I finally rose to my feet, and then I turned toward her with a crooked smile. But I didn’t say a word. I wanted her to taste the other side of silence—the side we didn’t get to see too often.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

Again, I didn’t say a word.

“What the hell, Cody? Are you just gonna stand there and stare at me with that creepy smile?”

I resisted an urge to laugh. I knew that she just wanted to knock that smirk off my face.

After a brief moment that seemed like forever, I finally responded to her. “I will only talk when I’m standing in front of mom. I can only imagine the look on her face when she finds out that a sweet little daughter sneaks out of the house for a dick appointment.”

“Stop!” she said.

I advanced toward the door. I had a smile on my face the whole time, because I knew that she would do just what I was expecting of her. 

It didn't take a moment for how to comply. She blurred past me and stood in front of the door, blocking my way.

“You won’t say a word about this to mom,” she warned.

“If you bribe me enough, then I will keep my mouth shut.” I made a small gesture as though I was zipping an invisible zipper on my lips.

“Money?” she asked.

I didn’t respond.

“What do you want?” she asked. “Fuck! I’ll do anything. Just don’t tell mom!”

“Get on your knees.”

“What?”

“If you want to save yourself, then you have to get on your knees and beg like the sweet little girl that you are.”

She glared at me, her eyes spewing venom. But she didn’t have the choice. Eventually, she would have to comply. 

Without another word, she went down on her right knee, and then she placed her other knee on the floor as well.

“Happy now?” she asked.

I smiled at her, and then I leaned in toward her. “Why, we’re not even started yet. Because, Jenna, I am gonna fuck you, and you’re gonna surrender your body to me.”

“What the hell?”

I grabbed her hair and yanked it backward, and then I leaned toward her right ear so my voice could slip right into her eardrum. 

“Yes, little sister,” I said. “You are gonna fuck yourself with my cock and make me cum, or mom will find out—”

Jenna didn’t even wait for me to finish talking. She grabbed the waistband of my pants and yanked the fabric down my thighs. My cock sprang out of the fabric and leapt right into her waiting mouth. I straightened my spine.

And then I thrust forward, shoving my cock deeper into her mouth. Her lips spread apart until they couldn’t go any further. They stretched around my cock, securing me in a firm grip as she started to glide them back and forth. Her lips moved effortlessly, trailing every inch of my cock. Each move forced a gasp out of me. My voice was heavy and breathy, no different from Jenna’s voice as she sucked my cock.

I tightened my hold on her head. “Come on, Jenna! Harder, goddamn it!”

She sucked harder, faster, coating every inch of my cock with spit.

But she wasn’t as fast as I wanted, or even as hard as I wanted. So, I started to move her head back and forth, forcing her to go even harder. Spit dribbled out of the corners of her lips, coating my cock some more, until my shaft looked like it had been glazed in honey.

“Fuck yeah!” I cried. “Oh fuck! Like that! Don’t you dare stop!”

I finally slackened my grip. And she didn’t slow down. She kept going, her hair whipping around her beautiful face. Her head bobbed up and down, and her eyes were fixed on me the whole time, never looking away. I grabbed her head again, and this time, when I shoved her forward, I didn’t let go. I pinned her down on my cock, forcing her to take every inch of it inside her mouth. She choked and gagged as she deep-throated my cock, but I didn’t let go.

She pleaded with her eyes, and in her desperation, she grabbed my balls and began to fondle them. When she fondled my balls like that, it intensified my pleasure, making me just want to fuck her some more. I pulled her head back, away from my cock, and then I slammed it back down, driving my cock all the way in, until it rammed into her tonsils. 

She choked.

And at that moment when her throat clenched, it squeezed the tip of my cock. I tightened my grip, steadying myself on my feet as my body shivered with a wave of orgasm. I yanked my cock out of her mouth and aimed it at her face. I groaned deeply as I pumped out a thick load of cum, shooting it across her face.

I wrapped my fingers around her hair and yanked her to her feet. “Same time tomorrow. You will come to my room and willingly give yourself to me.”

I slipped my right hand between her legs and spanked her pussy.

She winced. 

“It will be your pussy,” I added. “You’re mine now, Jenna.”

I groped her pussy as I spoke. 

“And you won't ever say a word to mom.”

She didn’t say a word.

I squeezed her pussy harder.

“You won't keep me waiting. Ever.” I spanked her pussy again, and then I smiled. “Get some rest now. It’s so late already.”

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