26 comments/ 277031 views/ 96 favorites Summer of Discontent By: Series 6 Jeff sulked on the couch, half-heartedly watching a college baseball game on ESPN. It was supposed to be his final summer of fun before college. He had turned eighteen just before the end of his senior year of high school, which meant that he was too old to officially be a Boy Scout. But he was still able to work on staff at Camp Baden, the Boy Scout camp that he had attended every summer since he joined the scouts seven years ago. That was how he wanted to spend his final summer as a kid, one last time at the camp that gave him a lifetime of great memories. One final summer of fun with all of his scouting buddies until it happened. "It" was the fall from the climbing course at camp. Foolishly, he had neglected to clip himself onto the safety line. After all, it was a strict rule that all scouts and staff members had to wear a helmet and clip their body harness onto one of the safety lines to prevent injury from an accidental fall. But for some reason Jeff didn't follow the rules that day and now he was to spend the rest of his summer at home with both of his wrists in casts. When Jeff fell, he put both arms out to break his fall. The hard landing resulted in two badly fractured wrists. The casts started at his elbows and extended all the way up to his hands, encasing both of them up to the first knuckles of his fingers. His thumbs were put in a cast with just the tips poking out. With just two knuckles of each of his fingers poking out from the edges of the casts, it left him with very limited use of his hands. He could still bend his elbows, so his arms were not completely immobilized, but that small bit of good fortune was lost on him. He hadn't left the house since the injury happened a little over two weeks ago, spending his time sulking around in a pair of cut off sweat pants and a t-shirt. The sound of the doorbell roused Jeff from his torpor. Slowly he rose from the couch and walked to the foyer. His clumsy fingers struggled but managed to unlatch the door. He was met with a pleasant surprise as he swung the door open. "Jeffrey Porter?" "Yes?" He replied. Standing before him was a woman wearing the familiar brown uniform of a UPS delivery person -- short pants that came to about mid-thigh, a short-sleeve shirt that buttoned down the front with a collar, and a brown cap with the UPS logo on it. She greeted him with a pleasant smile as his eyes played over her body. She was petite and very cute. Her strawberry red hair was tied back in a long ponytail that stuck out from the back of her cap. She was curvaceous, but not fat. Her legs were a little thick, but shapely and very well defined. As he looked her over, Jeff's eyes lingered a little too long at her large breasts that strained the buttons of her uniform shirt with a name tag that read "Amy." He managed to pry his gaze from her plunging cleavage. When his eyes met hers, she smiled at him knowingly. "I have a package for you. Can you sign here?" "Um...I broke both of my wrists recently and I'm still having problems grasping things. Do I really have to sign for it?" "Oh, you poor boy. Can you just scribble something the best you can? I'm required to get a signature for delivery." Amy asked sympathetically. "I can try." Jeff replied as Amy handed him an electronic data pad and stylus. Clumsily he managed to scribble a few loops and lines that remotely looked like it could be his signature. "Thank you. Will you need any help?" Amy asked as she took the pad back from Jeff and handed him a medium-sized rectangular box. "No, no. I'll be fine." "OK, have a good day." She said with a smile as she turned back to her truck. "Thanks." Jeff said as he watched her jog back to her brown delivery van, enjoying her nicely rounded ass and bare legs as she disappeared into the vehicle. As the van pulled away, he shut the door. A smile came across his face. "It finally came. This isn't going to be such a bad day after all." He said to himself. Excitedly, he ran to the kitchen and placed the package on the counter. He opened the utility drawer in the set of cabinets so fast that it caused the contents to noisily rattle around. "Knife, knife, knife. Damn it, where is the fucking thing?" Jeff muttered as his eyes scanned the chaotic clutter that filled the drawer to its limit. He grinned with satisfaction when he found a well-worn penknife among the hodgepodge of tools, trinkets and other items. He grabbed it and tried to open the main blade, but his fingers still lacked the dexterity to grasp the thin metal in order to swing it out. "Shit!" He exclaimed as he threw the tool back into the drawer and slammed it shut. Frantically, he looked around the kitchen to the set of expensive steak knives that rested in the wooden storage block on the counter. He grabbed the knife with the thickest handle and carefully slipped the sharp tip into the taped seam of the package. The work was difficult due to his limited dexterity, but he finally managed to open the brown cardboard shipping box. He breathed a sigh of relief when he slid his new possession out of the box and saw that it was not encased in some impossible to open plastic package. Thankfully it was in a thin cardboard box that could easily be opened with his clumsy fingers. Jeff's lips stretched into a wide smile as he looked at the thin, cardboard packaging. The Fleshlight, read the box. He could feel his nervous, sexual tension grow as he looked at the box, knowing he was going to have an afternoon of pleasure. Jeff saw it advertised while surfing the internet. In addition to his injured hands costing him his summer at camp, it prevented him from being able to pleasure himself. Sitting around the house all day, surfing the net and looking at porn left him very frustrated. His horniness was driving him insane without a way for release. When he saw the Fleshlight advertised on one of the adult sites, he felt that getting one was going to be the only bright spot to an otherwise disappointing summer. It was a male masturbation toy shaped like a very thick flashlight, thick enough for him to grasp between his injured hands. One end had a bright pink opening that looked like vagina with lips and a little clitoris. The inside was made of a very soft rubber-like material that felt "life-like" according to the website's testimonials. The exterior of the toy had a hard plastic shell, much like a flashlight. Jeff grabbed the boxes and jogged from the kitchen, bounded up the steps, and into his bedroom, tossing the Fleshlight along with a small plastic bottle that was included in the package onto his bed. Quickly he pulled his shorts down, kicking them across the room and practically tearing his t shirt when he struggled to pull it off. His cock was steely hard. It bobbed up and down while he struggled to get his shirt off and hopped onto his bed. He knew he was starting to get hard while he was staring at Amy the delivery woman. He figured she could see his shorts beginning to bulge from his erection, but he didn't care. He was finally going to have some relief and a little fun. Jeff was flat on his back, completely naked with his stiff cock pointing up to his belly. The toy came with a bottle of lubricant -- HeatFlesh, read the label on the small plastic bottle. Using the nail of his thumb, he was able to flip the cap open and pour a little into the vagina-like opening to the toy. He managed to close the cap without spilling any and tossed it to the side of the bed. Now came the moment of truth. His hands were shaking with nervous excitement as he brought the opening of the artificial pussy to the engorged tip of his penis. A rivulet of precum had leaked from the little slit and ran down the purple head of his cock, pooling at the raised rim. He pressed his bulbous head between the faux lips of the fabricated pussy. His cock jumped with an involuntary reflex when it touched the soft rubber of the toy. Holding the cylinder with the fingers of his right hand, he managed to guide the head in with the index finger of his left. Jeff gasped as the tip of his penis popped inside. Penetration! It felt heavenly as he grasped the toy between his casted hands and slipped it all the way down, bringing it to the base of his thick shaft. He grimaced with pleasure as he slowly moved the toy up and down, his hips bucking slightly as he fucked himself with the cylinder. Jeff closed his eyes and thought about Amy, the UPS delivery woman. As his fantasy played out in his mind, he slowly pumped the Fleshlight up and down his hard cock. He imagined Amy standing at the foot of his bed, unbuttoning her UPS uniform to reveal a brown bra that pushed her round breasts together and accentuated their size. She unzipped the fly to her shorts as the front split in a jagged "V," allowing her to slide them down her toned thighs to reveal a tiny pair of matching brown thong panties "UPS issues us our entire uniform for the day, right down to our underwear. I love the feel of the thong. It's spandex. It feels so smooth over my ass and pussy." Amy smiled. Jeff could see the thin strip of brown material arc over her hips and disappear between the curved cheeks of her ass. He wanted to feel her thick legs wrapped around his body, pulling him close as he drove his cock deep into her hot pussy. Amy climbed onto the bed, crawling over Jeff's body to straddle his waist. She was on all fours as she let her breasts drag along his belly, up his chest, letting them rest against his face. His lips kissed the warm flesh of her cleavage, dragging across the satiny fabric of her bra. He could feel her nipples hardening against his lips through the soft fabric. Her warm body felt incredible pressed against him. He reached up, his hands free from the constraints of the casts and palmed her round breasts. She arched her body, pushing her chest forward to encourage him while gasping at his touch. Her large breasts overflowed from his grasp. As Amy straddled his body, she could feel his throbbing cock resting against her round ass. She reared back, letting his cock slip between her thick cheeks without going completely inside her. The warmth and smoothness of her skin made him gasp as his cock jumped and flexed with little spasms. He thrust his hips as the length of his shaft rubbed between her thick ass. Her soft skin and the silky thong felt great against his virgin cock. "Oh fuck yes Amy! You feel so good. Please let me fuck you." He said aloud. "Well, well, well. What is going on here?" A voice said, trespassing into his fantasy. The image of Amy straddling his body shattered and fell away like broken shards of glass. Jeff opened his eyes to see his sister, Samantha, leaning against the doorway to his room. Her arms were crossed and she was smiling as she watched Jeff. "What are you doing here!" Jeff exclaimed. "I live here, bedroom across the hall? Certainly you remember me sitting across the dinner table from you at mealtime, though I can see how you may have forgotten. The blood flow to your brain must be severely limited with it going to that massive erection you're sporting." "Fuck." Jeff grimaced with humiliation. "So, who is Amy?" Samantha teased. "Stop!" Jeff angrily replied. "Jeff, this can go easy or it can go hard. Who is she?" Samantha continued to torment. "Just fucking leave me alone, goddammit!" Jeff exclaimed. "I'm sorry Jeff. I just couldn't resist..." Samantha started to giggle. Jeff looked as if he was close to tears from frustration and humiliation. "You don't understand. This was supposed to be my last summer, my best summer at camp. But it all got trashed after I broke my wrists in that stupid accident. Now I can't even jerk off, and to top it off I have to live with the humiliation of you catching me with this fucking stroke toy." Jeff said as he shifted to sit up on the edge of the bed, pulling the Fleshlight off and letting it fall to the side of the bed as he stared at the floor. For a moment, the two of them shared and uncomfortable silence. Jeff feeling defeated while Samantha feeling sympathetic and guilty. She moved to sit next to Jeff on the bed. "Jeff, I'm sorry. I just thought it was friendly teasing. I never wanted to hurt or humiliate you. I would never tell anyone about this, you know that. I didn't realize how badly the accident and losing summer camp was affecting you. If it's any consolation, I'm having a shitty summer too. I broke up with Dave at the beginning of the summer, I haven't been able find a full-time job so I don't have any money, and Jennifer has been away all summer on a study program in Canada." Samantha said as she put as sympathetic hand on his shoulder. Jeff and Samantha had a very close relationship. She was nineteen months older than him. They were practically best friends and frequently confided in each other. Jeff was the only person who knew that Samantha had dabbled in a little bisexuality with her best friend Jennifer. He had always admired his older sister. She was confident, friendly, popular, and pretty. His friends would tease him because they all wanted to date his sister, well actually something much more graphic than just a date. She was almost as tall as Jeff, and had a thin waist that curved down into a nicely rounded ass. She had a pair of larger than average breasts that always drew men's attention. Her thick black hair was cut very short, but looked cute in a punky kind of style. Her wide green eyes and captivating smile completed her beauty. "I guess this looks really ridiculous." Jeff said, managing a sheepish grin. "Hey, we all do embarrassing stuff when we're alone and really horny." She offered as she gently brushed his shoulder. "Yea, like you've done something like this." "You just never caught me." Samantha smiled. "Now I'll have to catch you so we're even." Jeff replied. "And why would you want to catch me?" Samantha teased. "I don't know. I'm just trying to be funny." Jeff mumbled. "Do you think it would be hot to catch me?" Samantha asked. "Well....I don't....." Jeff stammered. "Because honestly, watching you was hotter than I expected." Samantha grinned. "What? How long were you standing there?" Jeff said surprised. "Probably a minute or two. It was hot watching you fuck that rubber pussy thing. You were really letting loose the way you were writhing and moaning and pumping it, especially when you started saying Amy's name. And I have to admit that you have a gorgeous cock: long and thick, nicely shaped head. It's quite tempting." Jeff was absolutely shocked. Did his sister really admit that she was turned on by his cock? But what surprised him was how her admission turned him on. He felt himself just hoping she would reach over and touch him. Jeff slid back so that he was lying flat on his back on the bed. His cock was still hard and coated with some of the lubricant. "Tempting for what?" Jeff asked. "I think you know." Samantha replied hesitantly, feeling a little unsure about her growing desire to touch her brother. But she couldn't resist the compulsion to stare at Jeff's erection as he lay back on to the bed. "Go ahead if you want to." "You're crazy." She said, looking him in the eye. But the look on her face told Jeff that she was having a hard time resisting temptation. Both of them nervously looked away, trying to avoid each other's glance. Samantha was fighting her tremendous urge to look at Jeff's swollen member. The tension hung in the air as they silently fought with their thoughts. Finally Samantha looked back at Jeff's penis. With a quick breath, she bit her lower lip and reached down to his crotch. Her fingers encircled the slick shaft, leaving generous lengths extending from either side of her fist. "Oh, yes!" Jeff managed to gasp at her touch. Slowly Samantha pumped, running her hand the entire length of his staff from the tip all the way down to the base with slow, deliberate strokes. Up and down, her hand twisting around the thick knob when as she reached the head at the end of each stroke. Jeff just arched his body and closed his eyes. This felt far better than the Fleshlight or even his own hand. He was panting and gasping as Samantha slowly and purposefully worked his cock, stopping every so often to prevent him from cumming too soon. She wanted to make him last as long as she could. Each time she paused, she would gently squeeze his shaft, milking a stream of clear precum from the little slit. It would pool at the tip before the droplet ran down her knuckles, trailing a shiny thin stream down the back of her hand. Rubbing and pausing. Rubbing and pausing. Samantha would repeat the cycle, bringing Jeff just to the edge of climax before stopping. Her fingers and hand were now glistening with a glaze of his juices. Jeff was flat on his back with his arms splayed out to his sides. He alternated between closing his eyes and watching Samantha. She loved it when he would watch, licking her lips and exaggerating her twisting motion which made him practically whine. She could tell by the way Jeff was writhing that he wanted her to let him release. Faster she stroked, her hand quickly curled up and down his throbbing shaft. Jeff's groans were more vocalized and urgent. His hips bucked and Samantha could feel his prick grow even harder and pulse within her grasp. Her hand was a blur as she pumped the head with short, fast strokes. Her eyes widened with surprise when he she pushed him over the brink. Jeff could only manage a final ragged gasp as a torrent of white cum erupted from his cock in a long arcing stream, splashing on Samantha's shirt just below her neck. Jeff's hips tensed and bucked as string after string of cum sprayed from his spasming prick, landing on his sister's hand, arm, and shirt. His pent up release seemed to last for almost a full minute. Finally spent, his body went limp as he lay on the soft bed, gasping to regain his composure. As Jeff's racing heart calmed down and he was able to catch his breath, he opened his eyes. Samantha was smiling as she leaned over his spent body. She released him from her grasp as she lowered her face and tenderly kissed his cheek. "I was glad to do that for you." She said softly. She looked at him lovingly as she got up and left him alone with his thoughts. Jeff's mind was reeling from what just happened. Silently, he struggled to reconcile his feelings. Everything he knew, all the societal mores told him that what they had just done and how he felt was wrong. But it conflicted with the overwhelming feeling that he liked it. He got up from his bed and went to Samantha's room. The door to her room was open, inviting him to enter. The shorts and now soiled shirt Samantha had been wearing were in a pile next to the bed. She was nude, lounging on the plush cushion of her circular papasan chair in the corner of her room. She watched Jeff intently as he walked to her. She smiled as he stood over her. "I love the way your dick swings when you walk in like that. Makes you look like you might mean business." She said with a lascivious grin. "Might?" His eyebrows rising as he asked his response. "You look a little unsure, but it's fine." Samantha said as she reclined back, sliding her hips forward and spreading her thighs wide, urging Jeff on by exposing the pink of her pussy for him. He could see that she was glistening and wet. Jeff knelt down in front of his sister. As he looked up at her, their eyes locked for a moment. "You've never done this before, have you?" She asked. "No." He admitted as he turned away abashedly. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. Do you want to stop?" Samantha asked soothingly. "Not at all." Jeff nervously admitted as he looked back up at his sister. Summer of Discontent "Good, because I need this just as badly as you needed it. You'll be fine." She assured him. As Jeff brought his mouth between her thighs, he could smell the sweet pungency of her sex. His eyes widened at the sight of her swollen clit that seemed to beckon for his attention. It was large and distended by her arousal. Samantha spread her legs even wider and brought her knees up to her shoulders, completely opening herself to her brother. He brought his lips to her trickling pussy. Sticking his tongue out, he began to timidly lap at the seam between her soft lips. His head nodded up and down with each of his gentle licks. Samantha gave a soft whimper and winced at his touch. "Oh yes, just like that. You're doing fine." Samantha gasped. Her reaction gave him confidence as he let his tongue explore, sliding up her soft folds to the erect little nub. Samantha spread her pussy wider with her fingers, encouraging him to continue on. Samantha's body shook with a tremor of pleasure when his tongue found the ultra-sensitive knot. Using the flat of his tongue, he lapped at it with long swipes. "Fuck yes, lick it like that. Right there." She gasped. his cheeks and dripped down his chin. She moaned gutturally as his tongue lavished her pussy, and then gasped in time with each lick. He intensified his licks, focusing his attention on her protruding nub, circling and flicking it with his tongue. Jeff licked with abandon while her juices continued to flow down his face and her thighs. Samantha's legs trembled and her toes curled. Her loins felt like they were on fire with pleasure. Then Jeff sucked the nub into his mouth. In and out he sucked, making her writhe and whimper with pleasure. Samantha was rocking her hips and her legs bobbed in time with his sucking as she bit her lower lip in a grimace of ecstasy. Jeff increased his intensity, sucking her clit with his lips while voraciously licking it. Circling and flicking it with his tongue, he wanted to make his sister cum. She was pinching and rolling her erect nipples between her fingers. Her moans became soft cries, growing louder as he worked her to the brink. With a loud moan, her hips bucked forward and she threw her head back. Her legs hung in the air as she grasped her ample breasts. Her pussy clenched and flexed as her body shook. She writhed as orgasm overtook her body. Wave after wave of pleasure spasmed through her body until it finally subsided; leaving her spent and slumped in her comfortable chair. Her feet were back on the floor as her body limply reclined in the cushion of the chair. "You're a hot little pussy licker," she smiled as she ran her fingers through Jeff's hair. Jeff could only manage a sheepish grin. "You liked that didn't you?" She asked. "Definitely." He smirked. "I can tell, you're hard again." Samantha said as she looked down at his crotch. "Do you want to jerk me off again?" He asked. "I think you'd like more than just a hand-job, wouldn't you?" Shocked, Jeff could only nod his head. "Get on the bed." Samantha commanded. Jeff did as he was told, lying flat on her bed. He was a little unsure of what his sister was thinking. Samantha sidled up to him, straddling his prone body. She leaned down so she was on all fours. Her knees and hands dug into the soft mattress on either side of Jeff. She let her breasts drag along the length of his body as she shifted her hips to let the length of Jeff's cock rest against her sopping wet opening. "I'm going to give you a fucking that will make up for both of our shitty summers." Samantha whispered. As she grasped Jeff's cock to feed it into her hungry opening, they both froze. Samantha arched up to peer out the window of her room to confirm the sound they both heard. Their mother had pulled into the drive way and had just shut the door to her car. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" Jeff exclaimed as he fought to get up from under his sister. She quickly rolled off of him as he leapt off the bed to run back to his room. As he ran down the hall into his room, he knew he didn't have time to get dressed. He quickly looked for the Fleshlight, the bottle of lube, and the incriminating boxes and kicked them under his bed. He flung the covers to his bed down and dove underneath, pulling them over him to conceal his hard on and hopefully the guilt of how he had spent his afternoon. Jeff could hear the house door open and the click of his mother's shoes as she entered the house. "Anyone around?" She called out as the sounds of her footsteps coming up the stairs were almost as loud as the thudding of Jeff's heartbeat. "I'm in here, Mom. " Jeff called out. He looked up as she came to the doorway. "Don't tell me you spent the whole day in bed? Come on Jeff, you have to get up and do something. You can't just waste your whole summer like this." She frowned. "I was up earlier." Jeff blurted out, feeling his face flush with guilt from the secret only he and his sister knew. He hoped his mother didn't notice. "Are you ok? You seem like there's something is wrong?" His mother asked. "Nothing's wrong. I need to get dressed so I can get up." "Cripes, you're not even dressed yet? What the hell did you do with your day? This has got to stop. I'm going to tell your sister to find something for you to do tomorrow so all this sulking around ends." She said as she left his room. Jeff just rolled his eyes as his mother stormed away. "If she only knew," he silently thought to himself. "Samantha, where are you?" His mother called out. Her voice slightly muffled as she walked down the hallway. "In the bathroom. I'm going to take a shower." Samantha called out. "Tomorrow you and Jeff are going to go do something. Anything. His lazing around this house is going to stop starting tomorrow." "Ok, whatever you say Mom." Samantha called out as the sound of the shower started running. "Dinner will be on at 6. Both of you better be up and ready." Jeff just lay back on the bed. He knew Samantha was in the shower, finishing herself off. He imagined her spreading her thighs and arching her hips to let the shower massage spray an oscillating stream of water over her throbbing pussy. He imagined her wet, soapy body writhing with pleasure in the shower while he had to suffer with a raging erection. At least he finally managed get off today, thanks to his sister. He just waited in bed for his sister to finish so he could clean up for dinner. He wrapped a towel around his waist before walking down the hall. Samantha was also wrapped in a towel as she grinned knowingly at him as they passed in the hall. "Hope you had fun in there." He mumbled curtly. "Sure did. Wasn't as good as the previous one, but it still felt fine. You better be ready for dinner." She teased back. Jeff wrapped his casts with special water-proof covers that the doctor gave him. They protected his casts from getting wet when showering, but left his hands even less functional. The warm water felt good as Jeff let the water run through his hair and over his body as he showered the best he could. He knew Samantha had just masturbated in the same spot he stood. He let the shower spray over his rigid cock. It felt good but it wasn't enough to make him cum. He wished he could just grip his cock for one quick stroke off as he showered. He managed to dry off and get dressed just in time for dinner. His dad greeted him with a warm smile as he sat down. Samantha gave him a knowing grin from across the table. Jeff could just tell she wanted to make him squirm during this meal. "Jeff, you need to get out of the house and socialize. I understand what summer camp meant to you, I really do. And losing it sucks, I get that. But you have to pick yourself up and make something out of this summer. You are not going to spend it moping on the couch." His mother lectured. "I think he did see someone today. Amy, was it?" Samantha needled with a devilish smirk. Damn her, Jeff thought to himself. She knew exactly what she was doing. "Amy? Who's Amy? You had a visitor?" His mother asked, perking up. Jeff could feel his face growing warm as he blushed. He hoped his parents didn't notice or suspect anything was wrong. "Uh, well, not exactly. She was a UPS delivery person. She stopped by this afternoon." "Did you order something?" His father asked as he chewed a mouthful of food. "Uhhhh, no. She came to the wrong house. I gave her directions to the right house." He stammered, his face growing a littler redder as his mind raced to find a believable answer. "You'd think her GPS would have gotten her to the right address with no problem." Samantha added with mock dismay as she shot Jeff a wicked grin. She was enjoying watching Jeff squirm. "I dunno. She knocked on the door and all I know is that the package wasn't for us. It was for the Janssens across the street." Jeff glared back at Samantha as he discreetly tried to kick her under the table. "Yea, I can see that. Their mailbox is next to ours. We've gotten packages for them before." His dad replied, completely oblivious to the good-natured turmoil that was going on between his children. "Well, you need to get off the damn couch tomorrow, understood?" Their mother sternly lectured. "I'll get him off." Samantha grinned as Jeff nearly choked on a mouthful of food. "Thank you Samantha. I knew I could count on you to take care of your brother." Their mother said. Jeff wanted to crawl under the table and die. His face was burning with embarrassment. Somehow Samantha successfully kept a relatively straight face as she made her little innuendos while their parents never perceived their ulterior meaning. He knew she was laughing beneath her calm exterior. And Jeff knew that a part of him was laughing too. "Well Mom, I thank you for dinner. I'm going to run out for a bit." "OK dear, but I am serious about you doing something with Jeffrey tomorrow." "Definitely." Samantha said as she got up from the table to put her plate in the kitchen sink. Jeff got up to follow her. "You bitch!" He whispered with a huge grin as they stood at the kitchen sink. "You're incorrigible!" "You love it! So, Amy was the UPS delivery person? You were jerking off thinking about her?" She needled. "Stop!" He hissed in a low whisper. "Oh my God! She handed you your sex toy and then you jerked off with it while fantasizing about her. That is just too fucking funny." "Stop, stop, stop!" Jeffrey whispered, waiving his hands. "We'll continue this tomorrow, little brother. I'm going to go visit with a friend tonight, but don't you worry. I'll be here tomorrow, just as Mom requested." She said as she grabbed her keys from the kitchen table and headed out the door. The next morning Jeff woke up and padded downstairs to the kitchen. His parents had left for work a couple of hours ago. It was 9 am, early compared to the times he had been getting out of bed since he was sent home from camp. He was wearing his usual wardrobe of the past couple weeks -- a beat-up pair of cut off sweat pants, a t shirt, and a severe case of bed-head. He was surprised to find Samantha in the kitchen. She was standing at the island, leaning on her elbows while eating a bowl of cereal. He was even more surprised to see that she was wearing just a skimpy wife-beater tank top that left an inch of bare flesh exposed above a pair of low-rise white bikini panties. "Glad to see you dressed up for me, bro." She said sarcastically from behind a mouthful of cereal. "I could say the same for you." He replied as he sidled next to her at the counter. "I wanted to see what you wanted to do before I got dressed." "Maybe pick up where we left off yesterday?" He said, apprehensively. "Is that what you want? Your sister to be your summer fuck buddy?" "You're definitely more fun than that sex toy I got." Jeff grinned nervously. Samantha smiled and managed a sheepish giggle. "Honestly, did you use that thing last night after dinner while I was gone?" "Yea." Jeff answered sheepishly as he stared down at the granite countertop. "Did you think about me while you were using it?" Samantha asked. "Yea. I...I...I couldn't help it. I mean, after what we did. It was my first time and it was with you. You're my sister, but you're one of my closest friends too. It felt comfortable with you. I can't describe it. Plus you are hot." Jeff said. "Hot?" Samantha said, raising her eyebrows. "I admit, my buddies tease me about you. They ask me what it's like having such a hot looking sister. I tell them to fuck off, but I notice you. Just because you are my sister doesn't mean I don't recognize that you're really pretty." Jeff reluctantly admitted while looking down at the floor. He felt a little embarrassed about his admission to his sister. "Well, your little friends only have their masturbatory fantasies. You can tell them how I was." Samantha kidded, giving Jeff a gentle push on his shoulder. "Oh my gosh, I would never!" Jeff exclaimed. "You better not. I don't think they'd ever look at you the same way. And I don't mean that in a good way." Samantha replied. "I gotta ask, do you regret what happened?" Jeff asked. "I dunno. I feel like I should, but I don't. Do you?" Samantha replied pensively. They shared a long pause before Jeff managed a reply. "I know I should feel ashamed and guilty, and a small part of me does. Our friends would be disgusted and I can't even begin to think what Mom and Dad would do. But I keep thinking about what we did. I remember how good it felt. When you were straddling me, I wanted you to fuck me. It didn't feel wrong at all when we were doing it." "So what are you saying?" Samantha asked. Jeff had started to get hard when he saw his sister standing there in just her panties and the tight little tank top. He loved the way her nipples poked out underneath the white cotton like two little pebbles. Now he could feel his heart begin to beat faster at the hopeful anticipation of another encounter with Samantha. He hesitated, unsure of what to say. "I know you want to; you don't have to say anything. It felt so good, just you and me. Just pure sex, not having to worry about impressing someone. I know you want it and I do too." She said as she stood up straight and turned toward Jeff. They were standing face to face. Jeff had turned so his back was against the counter with Samantha right in front of him. She put her hands on him, rubbing his chest and gently squeezing his pecs. She could feel his heart pounding and his nipples hardening into little pegs underneath his shirt. His breathing became ragged as he closed his eyes. His erection protruded from underneath his sweat shorts, stretching them out in a massive bulge. The tip prodded against Samanta's crotch, encouraging her to continue. Samantha pulled Jeff's t shirt up over his head, helping him to take it off and toss it aside. She kissed her way from his neck down to his nipples, stopping to flick at the pink little buds with the tip of her tongue. "You like that, don't you? Having your nipples licked?" A groaned "oh" was all he could manage while nodding his head as she brought her mouth back to his chest. She gently sucked his nipple into her warm mouth, swirling her tongue around the swelled little aureole. "Most guys aren't comfortable with it. I'm glad you can handle it." She smiled wickedly as she gently pinched his sensitive nubs, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger and causing Jeff to whimper a groan of pleasure. His body was bucking like he was in pleasure overload. "Your cock must be aching right now Jeffrey. I can tell by the way you keep thrusting it against me. Let's see what I can do for you about that." She said. As she knelt down in front of him, she grabbed the waist band to his shorts, pulling them down as she lowered her face to meet his crotch. "Oh, you are definitely liking this Jeffrey. The tip is all wet. Do you want me to lick it for you?" She cooed, her wide green eyes looking up at him as she curled her thumb and forefinger around the base. Jeff could only manage to nod his head as he pushed his hips forward while overcome with lust. She started with a single long lick, running the flat of her tongue then entire length of his hard shaft. She flicked the tip of her tongue underneath the dribbling purple head, making it jump and flex with each lap of her tongue. Samantha crouched lower to bring her mouth down to the base, running her lips and tongue along the crinkled skin of his sack, continuing back to the sensitive flesh behind his low-hanging balls. It brought Jeff up onto the balls of his feet, arching back as she licked at his undercarriage. His full sack resting on the bridge of her nose as his cock waggled against her forehead. She continued on, letting each of his plums dip into her mouth like a tea bag into a dainty little teacup. His dripping cock bobbed to the beat of his pulse as her tongue circled around each testicle. His legs trembled as she sucked each of his orbs into mouth, leaving each one glistening with her saliva. Samantha licked her way back up to the mushroom head. She took a breath before parting her lips as they stretched to pop over the rim of his swollen head. Her mouth slipped as far down his shaft as she could possibly go, feeling it fill her mouth with its throbbing girth. Her tongue caressed his soft, sleek flesh as she bobbed up and down on his thick cock. Jeff made throaty groans between gasps and snorts for breath. Up and down she sucked her brother. She could feel him writhing in ecstasy as he leaned against the counter for support. Jeff's fingers clenched at the edges of his casts while his head arched back, his face grimacing with pleasure. His feet were firmly planted on the floor a little more than shoulder length apart so he could keep his balance. Jeff's groans were becoming louder and more frenzied and the bucking of his hips was growing more intense. She knew he was going to spill out very soon. She released his prick from her sucking mouth and quickly pulled off her tank top. She shifted her body up to bring his cock between her breasts, clasping them tightly around his wet stalk as she began fucking him with her cleavage. "You like this Jeff? Fucking my tits?" Jeff could only manage a groan and a gasp as Samantha let his cock slip in and out between her breasts. The wet purple head appeared and disappeared from the fold of her cleavage. With one final moan, Jeff came. Long white strings flared from the slit of his penis, landing on Samantha's pretty face. A few final dribbles frothed from the tip onto her breasts as the fury of his orgasm ebbed. Tendrils of white goo hung from her nose and chin and her neck and chest were coated with his cum. "Oh my God, Samantha. That was unbelievable." Jeff hoarsely said as he slumped to sit on the tiled floor. He watched as she wiped herself clean with a paper towel from the roll that sat on the counter. "The way you respond makes it so hot for me." She said as she sat down next to him, leaning into him to put her arm around his bare shoulder. Her other hand rested on her panties, casually rubbing her pussy through the drenched cotton as she waited for him to recover. Thankfully his youth worked both of their benefit. It didn't take long for him to grow hard again as he watched Samantha's fingers dip inside her panties to touch herself. "Let's take this where we can be more comfortable." She said, noticing the return of his arousal. She circled her fingers around Jeff's casted thumb, pulling him along to lead him up to her room. Hurriedly she pulled the waistband of her panties down her thighs; bending over to pull them off and toss them onto the floor. Her breathing was ragged; she was practically gasping for air from excitement. Summer of Discontent Samantha walked to the bed, spread her legs a little wider than her shoulders, and bent over, resting he weight on her elbows on the soft mattress. Her ass arched to expose her drooling slit. "Jeff, I need you badly." She said as she looked over her shoulder. He approached her from behind. Using the tips of his fingers he guided the head to the soft folds to her opening. Reaching around, Samantha used her left hand to guide him inside. With a single thrust, he easily all the way inside slipped inside, completely filling her dripping channel until he could feel his balls against her clit. "Yes Jeffrey!" Samantha cried out. The force of his thrust and the shock of being completely filled pushed her body flat onto the bed with a sudden jolt. Her eyes closed tightly in a grimace and her legs trembled as she fought to keep her ass arched. "Just fuck me hard Jeffrey, it's not going to take much to make me cum." She managed to groan out throatily. Her fingers clutched at the comforter on the bed. Jeff rocked his hips back and forth, his thighs slapping loudly against her round ass. Both of them moaned and gasped as he fucked her hard. Faster and faster he pumped, his cock made sloshing noises as he pistoned in and out of her frothing hole. Pure carnal fucking. It was all Samantha wanted at that moment. It was what she needed. She managed to arch her body back up off the mattress. Still bent over the bed, her palms pressed against the mattress as her hips bucked aggressively to meet each of her brother's thrusts. They were fucking with reckless abandon, almost to the point of urgency as they burned for release. They were both perspiring lightly as the slapping of their bodies grew faster and faster. Samantha's juices were flowing down her thighs and Jeff's balls. Her head arched and bowed in time with each swing of Jeff's hips, accentuating their motions. She could feel her orgasm roiling inside her thighs. Jeff exhaled a raspy moan as he gave a few final thrusts. His cum gushed out as surge after surge of his thick white sap splashed Samantha's insides. The sensation of his cum streaming inside her jolted Samantha, pushing her over the edge to her own orgasm. Loudly she cried out as her body writhed and shook on the bed, leaving her spent and contented. Jeff lay down next to her, his body pressed against hers as they languished in the afterglow of their orgasm. "Is this how we're going to spend the rest of our summer?" Jeff asked. "I hope so." Samantha responded with a salacious grin. "It's far better than spending it depressed on the couch, isn't it? Though I don't think this is what mom meant when she told me to get you off the couch." "She'd have a stroke if she caught us. We'll have to be careful. More than we were yesterday." Jeff replied. "Definitely! But I think this summer has turned for better." Samantha said as she rolled onto her back, rubbing her hands over her bare body. "That was incredible. Damn, I'm all sweaty." Jeff said. "If you're good, I'll give you a shower later. You probably haven't had a decent shower since you broke your hands." "You mean I haven't been good so far? What more do I have to do to get to good?" Jeff joked. "You got me. A shower a little later it will be." Samantha said as she closed her eyes to drift off to a nap.