33 comments/ 74269 views/ 38 favorites The Auras Ch. 01 By: Uzumati --[Authors Note: This is my first erotic short story, and the first short story at all that I've written in over 8 years. I hope you enjoy it. It starts out slow, so please bear with it, there is much to set up. If you do enjoy it, please let me know. I want to hear your thoughts, and much of that will contribute to whether or not I continue it, write a different story, or simply stop altogether. Thanks again for reading, the authors AND the readers are what make this such a great site. Don't forget to vote! ~Uzumati]-- I had always been a strange child. Aside from never really getting into much trouble, I did a lot of things that kids don't normally do. I would go out of my way to bring a laugh when I felt it was needed, or a smile if the occasion called. I broke up many fights on the playground and never got in one of my own. And even though I was very young, I could intuitively tell what kind of mood a person was in. Armed with this knowledge, I would try my very best to make the person in question happy. But perhaps the strangest thing about me was revealed on my 11th birthday. I was chasing my older sister Mary in the back yard, while the rest of my friends and family played or sat on the porch eating. Mary loved running, and was always faster than me. She would tease me relentlessly, knowing that when I finally broke and gave chase, I wouldn't be able to catch her. As she ran up to the porch and hid behind my dad, I tripped on the concrete lip and fell face forward, smashing my head into the ground. I was instantly knocked out. When I awoke, I felt terrible and groggy. As I slowly opened my eyes, I was assaulted by a vibrant mass of swirling colors. As the images slowly cleared, I discovered that I was in a hospital room, and the colors were radiating from the people surrounding my bed. Around each member of my family, a blue aura radiated, mixed with smatterings of red, green, and many other colors. Seeing I was awake, my mother approached my bed. "Jacob, are you alright?" she said. There were tears in her eyes. "Mom, you're glowing" is all I said. Then I passed out again. I would be informed later that I had a concussion, and that strange visions were expected and normal. But the colors and auras I saw around people did not go away. I was taken to many doctors, my family sick with worry that something had gone terribly wrong. Eventually I lied and told them they went away on their own. When I did so, I noticed that the auras of each of my family members changed subtly. It was too much information to read all at once, but I resolved myself to understand what they meant. For the next seven years, I dedicated myself to unraveling the mystery of the auras. Deciphering the meaning of the colors was my first goal, and I accomplished it fairly quickly. Blue meant that a person was sad, or worried. Red, when closer on the scale to orange, represented anger, but when darker on the scale meant passion, love, or arousal. Green could mean both feelings of guilt or jealousy. Black represented pain, either emotional or physical. And the many shades in-between made up the various other emotions a human being could feel. But simply discovering the meanings of the colors was not enough for me. Quickly, I moved on to the meanings of the positions. I found that the colors around a person's head represented what they were thinking, colors over the heart represented what they were feeling, and colors on the limbs represented the actions they wanted to take based on those thoughts or feelings. As time went by I gained more and more control over my powers. What was once a swirling mass of colors was now a map I could read almost instantly on a person. The chaos had become a brilliant pattern. I also found that I could single out specific colors, blocking out the rest, or even turn off the auras altogether, allowing me to see what everyone else saw. These powers gave me a very intimate insight into the feelings of my friends, family, peers, and teachers, and I quickly became a counselor of sorts. When my father died in a car accident when I was 13, I was able to console my mother in a way no-one else could. When my oldest sister Stacie had her heart first broken by a boy, I knew exactly what to say to put a smile on her face. And when kids at school were in trouble with friendships or relationships, I was able to guide them through their worries and leave them feeling relaxed and happy at the end of it. Life continued on, and it was good. I had a loving family, I excelled in music, sports, and school, and for the most part, I was content. I had never had a girlfriend of my own, and I yearned to be intimate with someone, but aside from that I honestly could not have been happier. I woke up on the morning of my 18th birthday feeling very happy. At my request, the day would be spent at the park, enjoying a nice picnic lunch before heading home to change then out to dinner at my favorite seafood restaurant down by the beach. I got up from my bed, and looked down to see my morning wood. A glance at the clock told me I wouldn't have time to take care of it, so I stuffed myself into my boxers and a pair of jeans then opened my door and walked into the hallway. The smell of pancakes and bacon assaulted my nose, and ignoring everything else I began to make my way to the kitchen. I was still a little groggy from having just woken up, and so I wasn't paying very much attention to where I was going when I turned the corner. I bumped right into my sister Mary, who was just coming out of the bathroom after having taken her shower, wrapped in nothing more than a towel. My bump knocked her off balance, and as she clutched the sides of the door to keep herself from falling down, her towel came loose, revealing herself to be completely naked underneath. "Hey!" she screamed, as she quickly pulled the towel up to cover herself, but not before I had gotten my first look at my naked sister. Standing at 5'9", Mary was the tallest of my sisters. Only a year older than me, she was toned and very athletic, with straight brown hair that she kept at shoulder length. Her passion for running had never abated, and it showed in the smooth, muscled contour of her legs. Her stomach was firm but not ripped, but I barely even glanced at it when my eyes had found their way to her breasts. They were the smallest of my sisters, maybe a B cup at the largest, but they were firm and looked soft. At the center of each stood a pink nipple, un-erect probably from the hot shower she had just taken. I felt my cock stiffen in my jeans at the sight, bulging forward, straining to rip through the fabric. 'Holy shit, my cock has never felt so huge!' I thought to myself. "I'm sorry" I said quickly "I wasn't watching where I was going. Here let me help you up." As I moved forward, I saw Mary glance at my crotch and gasp slightly. 'oh shit' I thought, but it was too late now. I grabbed her arms and pulled her up into a standing position while she still clutched at the towel. Now standing at close to eye level with me again, she grinned sheepishly then made to move past me and start down the hall. I sighed mentally in relief that she wasn't going to say anything about my throbbing erection, but just as I made to move myself I heard her stop at the end of the hall call out to me. "Hey Jake." I turned just my head to look at her, in order to not give her another chance to look at my jeans. "Enjoy the show?". I could feel my face turning bright red and quickly started making my way down the hall towards the kitchen. As I left I heard her laughing raucously behind me. I knew I had to stop and duck into the living room to wait for five minutes before my erection would abate. Hearing no-one nearby, I quietly slipped my jeans down and pulled out my dick. 'It's fucking huge!' I thought to myself. I had always had an average sized penis, 6" and nicely thick, but staring up at me now my cock was easily 10" long. I stared at it in a mix of fascination and terror. 'What the hell is happening to me?'. I watched as it slowly grew limp but did not return to the smaller size I was accustomed to. I jumped when I heard a chair in the kitchen scrape the tile floor and quickly stuffed my now flaccid member back into my boxers and pulled up my jeans. When I finally got to the kitchen, my whole family was already there waiting for me. "What took you so long?" my mother asked upon seeing me arrive. Mary looked up at me and laughed quietly, then said "Oh it was probably nothing mom, I ran into him in the hallway and it looked like he had some hard to do chore to take care of before breakfast". I turned red in the face again and mumbled an unintelligible agreement while taking my seat. "A chore, on your birthday?" my mom asked. "We'll have none of that. For the rest of the day you just relax and let me and your sisters take care of you." The rest of the breakfast was not easy. Between bites I kept stealing glances at Mary. With almost X-ray vision I could superimpose the image of her naked in the hallway again, her soft breasts with those pink nipples burned into the brain. Caught up, I looked around and found myself wondering what my other sisters looked like as well. Sharon was the next oldest. At 20 years old, she was 5'8" tall, pale, and incredibly skinny. She kept her dark black hair cut short, just below the back of her neck, but left her bangs long, falling in front of her face, mostly hiding her cat-like green eyes. Despite her petite frame, she had fairly large breasts. This morning they were tucked beneath her pajama top and mostly obscured, but I knew they had to be at least a C cup. Her fingernails were painted black, and a quick glance under the table showed that her toenails were painted the same color. She wasn't really a goth, or at least she didn't hang out with the goth kids when we attended school together. She just burned easily in the sun and stayed inside most of the time. Sharon was a violinist, and among all of us remained mostly to herself, locked up in her room in the basement, practicing. We weren't that close initially, but when I started playing the drums in Jr. High our shared love of music quickly brought us together. We weren't as close as Mary and I were, especially considering what had happened just earlier, but we got along fine. Stacie was my oldest sister. Where Sharon was tall and pale, Stacie was short and thick. She wasn't fat, not even close, but her hips were wide, and her legs muscular and thick, the result of years of playing volleyball. Her incredibly curly hair was bleached blond, the only member of the family to stray away from the browns and black of our heredity. Stacie was 23, and in the fall would be starting her last year of under-grad at college. Her wide hips led to a trim waist, and above that lay her enormous breasts. Although only 5'4, she easily had the biggest tits in the house. Staring now, I imagined they had to be at least a D or DD. They seemed to strain to get out of her tight black cotton night-shirt, and I could tell from the lack of lines that she wasn't wearing a bra. A 5 year age difference between us and a lack of common interests had left us not as close as I was with Mary or even Sharon, but while I would have the occasional quarrel with those two, I never fought with Stacie. After the night I had comforted her, she had become a kind of protector or second mother for me. She always looked out for me and made sure I was on task, doing the right things. Guilt wracked through me as I turned my head to look at my mother. 'Am I really doing this? You are such a perv' I thought to myself. As I turned my gaze toward my mother Jessica, I tried to look at her objectively for the first time. What I found was that she was absolutely gorgeous. Despite having never dated since my Dad passed away, she kept herself in great shape, with weekly Pilates classes and aerobics tapes she used in her bedroom. Her brown hair fell softly down past her shoulders, complimenting her dark brown eyes. She was 5'6", revealing that all the height in the family must have come from my father. 'Her breasts must be somewhere between Stacie's and Sharon's' I thought to myself. Not able to see much else of her, I returned to the task of eating my breakfast, lost in daydreaming. The sound of a chair scraping the tile once again broke me from my reverie, and I looked up to see Stacie begin clearing plates off the table. Finished myself, I got up and started to clean my spot when I was interrupted. "Nah-uh, not on your birthday". Stacie said with a smile. "Go take your shower and get dressed while the rest of us clean up this mess, then we'll be out the door". "But I thought we weren't going to the park until noon" I said with some surprise. My mother broke in then, saying "we aren't but that doesn't mean we don't have a couple of surprises for you today. Now go get ready before I unleash Mary on you to get you motivated". The blush that had faded during breakfast returned once again as I was reminded of our meeting in the hallway. Mary just grinned, and before anyone else could see me I quickly made my escape. As I walked away I heard Stacie ask "What was that all about?" but when no reply came she simply said "whatever" and went back to collecting dishes. Reaching my bedroom, I pulled a clean pair of shorts, boxers, and long sleeved T-shirt out of my drawer and headed to the bathroom. Once inside, I quickly stripped out of my boxers and jeans to look at my friend below again. 'hell' I thought to myself. Greeting my eyes, my cock was once again back to it's normal size. Looking up with more than a small amount of disappointment, I caught my reflection in the mirror and turned to get a better a look. Despite the sudden loss of my newly found length, standing looking at myself in the mirror I couldn't help but feel good about the way I looked. Long ago the acne of my youth had left my face, before almost any of my peers were as lucky. It also occurred to me that each of my interests had done a lot to improve my physique as well. When I started running cross country with Mary, my legs had grown strong and fit. I added situps and pushups to that regularly, and the effect it had on my abs was substantial, with a well defined if not quite body-builder like 6-pack covering my mid section. My arms had gotten a much needed boost when I began playing the drums, and while no-one would be purchasing tickets to my gun-show or anything like that, they were certainly strong and taut. My face was chiseled with strong jaw lines, and my nose was sharp but not pointy. My skin was tan from summers mowing the lawn and running cross country shirtless, and the sun had affected my messy dark brown hair as well, turning it into a lighter color that more closely matched my eyes. At just over 6'1", I was an imposing sight in the household. "Not bad stud" I said softly to the mirror, before turning the shower on and getting the water warm. 'Too bad it never helped you with the ladies, you've never even kissed a girl chump' I thought to myself. Nothing like a bit of humility to bring you back to reality. The truth was, while my ability to see auras was a blessing I would never take back, in some ways it was also a curse. With a great amount of practice I had found that I could derive meaning from the colors of someone's thoughts. And while there had been girls that had liked me in the past, they had mostly thought of me as a friend. In their thoughts I had seen their true desires for one person or another, and using my abilities I would go about setting these people up if their thoughts and feelings were shared. I had hooked so many people up that the kids at school had nick-named me Arrow, as much for my matchmaking skills as my speed in cross country. 'Cupid doesn't have a girlfriend, does he?' I wondered to myself. Stepping into the shower my thoughts once again turned unbidden to my naked sister. 'This is the shower her breasts just stepped out of'. Sigh. 'Perv'. Looking down, I was disappointed once again, doubly so even, as both my cock had returned to its 6 inch size and it had become erect from thoughts of Mary's breasts. 'I can't walk around with this all day with my family watching my every move'. With a resolute purpose I set about stroking myself, allowing myself to once again picture those soft pink nipples my sister had kept hidden from me for 19 years. It wasn't long before I could feel the cum in my balls rumbling, signaling an impending eruption. I groaned softly "Mary..." as I burst forth, thick jets of sperm spraying against the wall, only to get washed away by the water reflecting off my body. My knees trembled with the force of my orgasm, and my heart raced. I had never cum so hard! Feeling a little light headed I stepped out of the shower and toweled myself off. I put on my clean clothes then opened the bathroom door and wound my way around the hall to my room. Once inside I shut the door and went about putting on my socks and shoes. When I had finished, I laid down on my bed and closed my eyes, thinking over the events of this morning. 'In truth, it's probably nothing' I told myself. 'Most likely I was just imagining the increase in the size of my penis. After all, I've never been that aroused before'. Yeah. Even I wasn't buying it, but I had to go with it, as there was no other explanation that I could see. A knock on the door once again broke me out of my daydreaming. I looked up to see it open and my mom enter the room. "Jacob! What are you doing? We're all waiting on you to go!" "Oh, sorry mom, I forgot we were going somewhere else first" I said as I got up from my bed and made my way over to her. As I approached her my mom embraced me in a tight hug, then pulled me back, keeping her hands on my arms and looked me in the eyes. "You've grown so much. Your father would be.. so proud". A tear appeared in her eye as she looked at me, and I felt my own eyes tug just a little bit as well. I pulled her back into the hug and we just stood there for a minute before I let her go. Now long ago, I had stopped looking at my family members aura's unless it was absolutely necessary. The decision had come about based on my own guilty feelings. This was personal information after all, and I just came to feel that I was intruding on their personal lives. I would still glance if I felt that they were troubled by something, but otherwise I kept them blocked out. But today I used my powers to look at my mother as she stood before me. Her aura was like a rainbow, but the predominant theme I could garner from the chaos was a mixture of love and pride. Reaching forward I took her hand in my own and looking into her eyes I said "I Love you Mom". "I love you too Jacob." she replied softly. As if snapping out of a trance, she continued "Now come on, your sisters are waiting and we've got a lot to do!" With that we left my room and went to the living room where I found all of my sisters already dressed and waiting to go. We piled into the car, a Toyota Avalon, myself taking shotgun and my sisters taking the back seat. As we pulled onto the road I asked "So where are we going?". "Now now, I told you it was a surprise" my mom replied, patting me on the leg. A few minutes of silence passed before she continued "Come to think of it, Mary, its about time you hid the view from your brother". I was surprised, as we hadn't been driving very long at all, when I saw a pair of heads appear from behind holding a blind fold that was quickly tied over my eyes. "Hey!" I shouted in protest as I felt it being cinched behind me. A voice from behind, Mary's replied "Coulda used this this morning little brother". A slight pause, and then "Maybe both of us could have used one". Then she busted up laughing. The rest of the car kind of giggled as well, knowing something was funny, except for me. My face was once again turning red under the blind fold. The Auras Ch. 01 "You two, always teasing" my mom said. I felt the car slow to a stop. The sounds of seat belts unbuckling was quickly accompanied by doors opening and I was left wondering what exactly it was that we were doing. A moment later, my door was opened and someone reached across to unbuckle my seat belt. As the hand slid across I felt it slightly bump against my crotch, almost as if searching for something, but it was so brief and quick that I didn't know what to think, and I was soon being hauled out of the car anyway. I could hear the voices of my sisters and mother talking and laughing and felt many hands guiding me up the street, then turning me around and walking me a different direction. After a minute of this I was thoroughly confused and lost, but thankfully the hands stopped me at this point and held me still. That was when my mother began to speak. "Now Jacob, there is a tradition in the Avery family, that upon reaching adulthood, a certain amount of freedom is granted..." A smile spread across my face, quickly turning into a grin as I realized what was about to happen. "Say hello to your new freedom" my mom finished. Just then, the blind fold was pulled from my eyes and I stared through the sun at a shiny black SUV parked on the side of the road. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "Don't curse" my mom was quick to admonish, but she was smiling just as big as I was. I raced to the front of the car and tried to open the driver's door but it was locked. I looked back at my mom to see her tossing me the keys. Catching them, I pushed the remote button to unlock the door and opened the door. Inside I was greeted to the smell of new leather. The interior was tan, and the dash displayed a gorgeous face plate for the stereo system. There was an even a USB dock to hook up my Zune to. It was everything I could have wanted. Stepping back out onto the street I raced back to my mom and embraced her in the second hug that day. My sisters piled around me and soon we were just a close pile of hugs in the middle of the street. "Thanks mom" I said. "That's not everything son, you're sisters got you something as well". I broke the hug and turned to face my sisters, eying each one, trying to glean some information about what their gift might be, but they all wore serious expressions, marred only slightly by their twisted grins. I cheated, checking their auras, but they were all showing excitement only. Stacie broke the silence, saying "Why don't you check the trunk?". She let the last part of the question hang as I was already moving to the back of the SUV, my family following behind. I glanced through the back window, but couldn't make anything out due to the tinting, so I popped it open and stepped back. "Holy..." I stopped myself so as not to curse for the second time in a row. There before me was a brand new set of Gretsch drums, complete with cymbals and high hats. From behind I heard my mother say "Your sisters all pitched in to get it for you. They knew you had been saving up for it forever and decided to surprise you today". I ran my hands lovingly over the kick. It was better than I could have believed. I turned around and grabbed my closest sister Stacie, pulling her into a hug and then bending down to kiss her on the cheek. When she had extracted herself from my grip, I turned and did the same thing to Sharon. When I turned to Mary though, she started backing away and said "Oh no you don't you big lug, keep your grubby mitts off me". She took off running and I chased after her, both of us running around my new car but she was too fast and I couldn't catch her. "Stop it, both of you!" I heard my mom shouting. I looked at her and she was once again smiling. "Now why don't you go for a drive, and take your sisters with you. I've got some work I need to do real quick at the office, and then I'll meet up with you at the park for lunch. Okay? Drive safe!". With that she gave me another quick hug then hopped in her car and pulled away. I opened up the driver's door of my new SUV and climbed inside, my sisters climbing in with me. Mary sat shotgun, with Stacie and Sharon in the back. We just cruised around for an hour and a half with no specific destination, enjoying the ride and each others company. When the first pangs of hunger started to hit me, I began to steer us toward the park. As we pulled into the lot I spotted Mom's Avalon just as she opened the door to get out. We parked, then made our way over to her. "How was the office?" I asked as I approached her. Turning, she said "Just fine Jake, now get the cooler from the trunk please. Stacie, will you grab the blankets, Sharon and Mary the chairs? Thanks." We began walking towards our favorite spot, our arms full. We had come to the park for as long as I can remember, even before my father had died. We set up underneath an oak tree, the blanket spread out on the grass. Time passed as we chatted merrily, and watched the birds in the pond down the hill. After a brief lull in the conversation, Stacie interjected, looking at me. She said "Jake, you know you kissed us back at the car, I don't think you've ever done that before. Going to try it on someone you're NOT related to any time soon?" My sisters and mother chuckled at my demise as my face turned red, but looking up at Mary I quickly replied "I certainly intend to, just as soon as I've gotten the third one I need!" and with that I leaped across the blanket reaching for Mary, but my wicked grin had given me away and she was already up and running, my reaching hand clasping nothing but air. I sprang to my feet and bounded away after her, my mother calling out from behind "Be careful you two, and be back within the hour!". She knew that once Mary and I started running we could be hours away. Mary had already gotten a good head start, and I was hard pressed to match her pace. Over the hills we raced through the park, ducking under branches and leaping over rocks. Mary had always been faster than me, but today I felt truly alive and was happy to find that I was gaining on her. After nearly a half an hour I was within ten paces of her when she looked back over her shoulder. She screamed out and tried to put on an extra burst of speed, but just at that moment her carelessness got the best of her and her feet caught each other perfectly on the ends of a dead branch. Screaming, she flew forward and landed roughly on her left side with a loud thud. "Mary, are you alright!?" I called out as I quickly closed the gap and knelt down beside her. "Ohhhh" she moaned, rolling onto her back. She tried to lift her arm but stopped suddenly and sucked in her breath. "Damnit Jake, I think I twisted my shoulder". I tried to help her sit up and placed my arm on her lower leg but as soon as I put pressure on it she winced again. "My ankle too". "Sorry" I said, unsure of what to do next. For a moment she just sat there, then slowly she tried to bring herself to a standing position, but the weight was too much for her weakened ankle and I had to catch her before she fell back down to the ground. "Here, let me help you, I'll relieve some of the tension from it" I said, as I helped her settle down again in to a sitting position. Calling up her aura, I focused on the pain receptors and saw a deep black coloration running down across her chest, over the top of the shoulder, down her arm and onto her back. Her ankle looked much the same. I couldn't see the skin below her socks, but the black discoloration of her aura displayed what my eyes could not. The pain was encompassing almost her whole foot, and continued well up her leg and to her knee. I settled in behind her and tenderly placed my hands on her left shoulder. She was wearing a red tank top with a sports bra underneath and I could see it quite clearly. I pushed gently and she flinched again. 'damnit' I thought to myself 'I need to concentrate'. I focused all of my energy on her aura and suddenly before me a pair of dark as night hands appeared. I watched them as they gently wrapped their fingers around her lower arm and slowly, slowly started twisting. I had never seen anything like it before and had no idea what I was looking at. My sister spoke then: "Jake, what are you doing?" Shaking myself away from the second startling discovery of the day, I cautiously moved my hands into position with the black hands that were still rubbing her shoulders and followed along with their movements. Mary groaned but didn't flinch. "Does that hurt?" I asked softly. "A little, but its making it feel better, don't stop". So I didn't. Slowly, I worked with the hands, mimicking their exact movements, twisting when they twisted and kneading when the kneaded. I worked in almost a trance, concentrating as much as was humanly possible. As the minutes ticked by I worked my way slowly up her arm and onto her shoulder, then down the blade of her back and around the side to her rib. I stopped when I felt the side of her breast underneath my fingers. I slowly pulled my hands away and circled around to the front of her. Mary had her eyes closed and was breathing slowly. "How does that feel?" I asked her. She opened her eyes and looked at me, then slowly, carefully tried to move her arm. "I have a lot more movement now... you did good." She looked down at her foot and then looked back up at me and said "Take care of my ankle now?" I told her to take off her shoe and her sock and she did as instructed, wincing slightly with the pain. When she was finished I saw that the aura around her foot was almost completely black with pain. I sat down Indian style, placing her leg in my lap and concentrated again. Once again, the hands appeared, slowly twisting her toes between their fingers. I followed their lead and slowly worked my way down her foot and to her ankle. When I reached the top of her ankle, I paused briefly to grab the sides of her track pants and pulled them up past her knee. She looked at me but did not say anything before I continued my massage of her lower leg. Eventually, and after much time, I reached her knee. With the massage over, I stood up and once again returned behind her. Grabbing her around the waist, I lifted her up and hauled her too her feet. Gingerly she put her weight on her left leg and I was comforted to see that while she still looked to be in pain, her leg would support her. I lifted her right arm up and moving forward draped it across my shoulder while I wrapped my own left arm around her waist. I looked over at her and saw her smiling at me. "Thanks Jake, that was amazing, where did you learn to do that?" "I don't know, I just did what felt right" I replied, hating myself for having to lie. My family thought the auras I saw were gone after all. Still looking at each other I leaned in and pecked her on the cheek. "Hey!" she shouted. "What was that for!?" "I still owed you one, remember? Thanks again for the drums" I replied, grinning. "Oh yeah..." "We'd better get going, we've been gone almost an hour already and mom's going to wonder where we are". With that we slowly began the trudge back to the picnic blanket, the movement encumbered as it was with me still holding a lot of her weight. When we came in sight, I saw Stacie point towards us and say something, then all three were running towards us. "What happened, are you alright?" my mom asked, worry showing clearly in her voice. "Yeah, I'm fine mom, I just fell while we were running. Jake helped me walk away, I think I just twisted my should and leg, they're not actually sprained". "Jake, take your sister to your car, Stacie Sharon and I will pack up the lunch and put it away. Don't wait for us, take her back to the house and help her get some ice on there". I grunted my acknowledgment and slowly Mary and I began the trek back to my SUV. I helped her in the passenger seat, and we were on our way. When we got back home I noticed that we had arrived first, as the Avalon was not in the garage. I continued to help my sister walk until we reached the stairs leading up to our rooms. She made as if to take a step, but I interrupted her and in the same motion scooped her up into my arms. "Oh no you don't" I said as I carried her up the stairs. I continued carrying her all the way to her room and set her down on the bed. "I'll be right back with some ice" I said before turning around and heading back down the halls and the stairs to the kitchen. When I returned with the bags of ice, I froze in the doorway at the sight of my sister. She had taken off her tank top and her track pants, and was laying on the bed in just her sports bra and a pair of running shorts. I felt a familiar stiffening in my pants, but ignored it as I approached the bed and sat down next to her. Handing her the ice packs I said "Here you go" and then made as if to leave. Before I could get up though I felt her hand close on my arm. "Jake... can you do that thing again? The car ride stiffened me up again I think." Swallowing before I replied, I just nodded my head then took off my shoes to sit on her bed completely. She moved the two ice packs up to her shoulder, laying one on top and resting the other on her chest. Her shoulder covered, I decided to start with her leg again. Parts of it were still black, so I quickly conjured up the hands again and followed their movements. My sister moaned a bit but otherwise remained still. The hands were moving very slowly this time, even slower than before, and I had to pace myself to keep their rhythm. As I slid my hands up her firm legs, a new aura vision came to me unbidden. Again a pair of hands appeared before me, but this time they were red. Just at the edge of her knee where the black pain ended, the red hands slowly slid along either side of her thigh. I watched in amazement as I continued my massage, unsure of what to do when I was finished. I finally reached the top of her knee, and without even thinking about it, placed the palms of my hands on the sides of her legs, mirroring the exact positioning of the red hands. I began to slowly but firmly massage the inside and outside of her thigh. My sister let out a soft moan. I looked up, but her eyes were closed. "Does it hurt here too?" I asked softly. "Yes..." she replied just as soft. I looked back down and continued working, knowing that she was lying but not caring. As I moved higher up her thigh, the thumbs of the red hands circled over the top of her leg and began a slow forward and back kneading motion. I followed suit, and as the minutes ticked by I was getting closer and closer to the crotch of my sisters running shorts. "Jake?" The question broke the silence and I looked up to see her staring at me intently. "Can you do the shoulder as well? It still hurts too." "Sure thing" I replied, but not before noticing that the condensation from the ice bag on her chest had dripped down to her sports bra. Her nipples were fully erect from the cold and I could feel the stiffening again in my penis as I shifted slightly. Thankfully, Mary didn't notice as after voicing my agreement she began to remove the ice bags and roll on to her stomach. The sight of my sister's tight butt in her running shorts did nothing for my growing discomfort. Her head was facing away from the door to her room now. Taking advantage of her inability to see me, I stood off the bed briefly and adjusted myself in my shorts. It was then that I noticed that the bulge was much bigger than it normally was. 'Has my cock grown again?' I thought to myself. I didn't have any time to mull it over though as my sister was waiting for me. Climbing back on to her bed, I sat on my knees above her butt, my legs on either side of hers, and leaned forward so that my hands could reach her shoulders. I made sure to keep some space between her cheeks and my crotch as I once again started to follow the movements of the black hands on her shoulders. Minutes passed by, and just as had happened before, when the massage was almost done, another pair of red hands appeared, this time one pressing on the left side of her back and the other on her actual side, next to her breast. When I had finished with the black hands, I again picked up with red ones, and immediately I heard my sister sigh and moan. "Here too?" I asked "Uh-huh" was all I got in reply. I followed the slow movements of the hands as they trailed down her back. My cock swelled up even more when the red trail had me massaging the soft side of my sisters left breast. Although that hand didn't move, the other was slowly taking my right hand further and further down her back towards her butt. As steadily as I could I mimicked the movements. I was thoroughly aroused now, and my penis was tenting the end of my shorts. The red hand made a movement as if to dive under a pair of shorts, and I was just about to when I heard a door open downstairs and my sister Stacie shout from below "We're home!". My sister sat up quickly with surprise, her soft butt slamming straight into the hard cock in my shorts. The movement knocked me off balance and unable to find anything to steady myself on, I was knocked straight backwards onto my own butt. My shorts were pitching a tent fit for a king and I quickly moved to hide myself, but it was too late, my sister was already staring at that tent, her brows furrowed in what could have been either fascination or wonder. I leaped off her bed and without a word quickly walked out of her room. As I opened the door to my own I heard her call out down the hall "Thanks for the massage Jake!" then heard her laughter once again. Closing my own door and locking it, I ripped off my shorts and boxers to reveal my swollen member. And there it was again! I stared in amazement at the 10" penis beaming proudly in front of me. Wasting no time, I made my way to my computer and pulled up a favorite video of mine, a girl in a swimsuit bathing herself in suntan lotion. As I slowly jerked my new friend I felt a slight twitching at the base of it. I looked down and in shock I saw that it was slowly shrinking back to its normal size! I simply stared as it as it went from a 10" monster to my normal 6" friend, and continued staring as it finally went limp. Disappointed, I shut off the video and pulled back on my boxers and jeans and lay down on my bed to think things through. My cock had always been six inches, I knew that much. So why today was it suddenly sometimes ten? It was then that it occurred to me that both times my cock had grown had been when I was around my sister. Was my sister the one that was causing it? But that seemed ridiculous. Then I remembered the black and red pairs of hands. If the black ones represented the way to best ease pain, then what did the red ones mean. Could they be the best way to cause pleasure? But none of this explained my penis growing in size... unless... "son of a bitch" I said out loud. Was my cock growing to the best size to please my sister? In what would seem to be a theme today, my thoughts were interrupted once again with a knock on my door. I heard the handle move after that, but since I had locked it, it didn't open. "Jacob?" I heard my mother call from outside. "Are you awake?" Groaning, I got up off my bed and unlocked the door, opening it slightly before moving to my computer chair and sitting down. My mom opened the door the rest of the way, then leaned against the frame, looking at me. "Were you sleeping?" she asked. "No, just resting and thinking" I replied. "That's the second time I've caught you doing that today. Something on your mind?" Yes is what I wanted to say. I wanted to explain to her the revelation of the hands I had just made, but since I had lied about not seeing the auras for so long I couldn't do that. And a guilty part of me wanted to say to her that I was becoming quickly infatuated with the sight of my sister, but I couldn't exactly say that either. And I certainly couldn't tell her that my cock had grown into a monster twice today. So instead, I simply said "I'm fine. Just thinking". The Auras Ch. 01 She watched me for a moment, and seemed about to say one thing, but then changed her mind and instead said "With Mary's fall I think it's best to keep her off her feet and to not go out tonight for dinner. The girls and I stopped by the grocery store on the way home, that's what took us so long. I picked up the fixings for fried chicken and mashed potatoes, that sound good to you?" "That sounds great mom, thanks." "Good, well, I'll start making it in about an hour, why don't you get your drum set out of your car and set it up in the basement?" Since Mary's fall and subsequent massages, I had practically forgotten about the new drums. I followed my mother into the hall, and spent the next two hours carrying pieces of the set into the basement, taking down my old second hand set and replacing it with the new gorgeous one. I had just finished up when Sharon walked in. "Get it all set up?" "Yup" I replied while sitting down on the stool and lifting up the sticks. "Bet you can't wait to try it out, huh." "Nope". I lifted the sticks as if to start when Sharon spoke again. "Well too bad, dinner's ready, mom says to wash up and come upstairs. You'll have to try it out tomorrow". I sighed and set the sticks down on the floor. Getting up I made my way to the door but Sharon pulled me into a hug. I hugged her back, and when she released me she said "I talked to Mary about her fall". Suddenly it felt as if a brick had fallen from the top of my heart into the pit of my stomach. Trying not to show my nerves I replied, "yeah, what did she have to say". "She said you gave her the best massage ever, and that almost all of the pain had gone away immediately. She also said that the second one you gave her when you guys got back was even better than the first". There was a bit of a searching tone in her voice that made me uncomfortable, but I did my best to keep my cool. "I'm just trying to help. I didn't know I was so good at it until today". The answer didn't seem to be quite what she was looking for. Shrugging, she replied "Well anyway, after a long practice session on the violin I can get quite stiff. Maybe next time you can help me relax a bit with those magic fingers of yours?" The searching tone was back and I shuffled nervously as her deep green eyes bored into mine. "Sure thing Sharon, just call me when you need me" I replied. Then I worked my way past her and quickly ducked into the basement bathroom to wash my hands. 'Whew' I thought, 'what the hell was that all about?' 'What exactly did Mary tell her?'. I didn't have any time to think it over though, so I pushed it out of my mind and made my way upstairs for dinner. Dinner was pleasant if uneventful. Mary still seemed sore and did not say much throughout. I silently stole glances at her whenever I could, but our eyes never met, and I didn't want to get caught staring so I kept my looks short. 'I still can't believe I'm perving on my sister' I thought to myself. 'How do you even know that what she has done isn't anything more than innocent teasing?'. But she hadn't tried to stop me earlier, and if the rest of the family hadn't come home just when they did, I most certainly would have had a handful of her tight butt. The thought alone was enough to occupy my mind me through dinner. Mary was the first to excuse herself, saying that she wanted to take a shower to loosen up before heading to bed. The rest of us sat and enjoyed the company. After a bit of talk, my mother unwrapped the cake, white cake with white icing, and the rest of us had a piece before clearing the dishes. As I stood up from the table I was overcome with exhaustion. My mother looked at me and saw the weariness on my face. She said to me "Why you don't go up and get some rest early tonight Jake. You'll want your energy for tomorrow when you test out your new drums". I said my good-nights then made my way upstairs. I paused at the bathroom door. I could hear the shower running inside but nothing else. A familiar urge struggled in my groin at the thought that just a few feet away my sister was naked, water running down her smooth skin. I briefly flirted with the idea of waiting for her and 'accidentally' bumping into her again, but the idea was ridiculous as soon as I thought it. Instead, I made my way to my bed, locked the door and stripped down to my boxers. Crawling into bed, I briefly thought once again about my sisters breasts, but sleep was a relentless foe, and in no time at all I was passed out cold. Brrrrvvvv. Brrrrvvvv. The sound woke me with a start. I looked around my room, confused. It was pitch black with the lights out, but across from my bed I could see a light shining brightly. Focus coming to me slowly, I realized that my cell phone was on my dresser, and it was set to vibrate. The friction against the desk was causing it to rumble loudly. Wondering who on earth would be calling me this late, I crawled out of bed and picked it up. The name said "Mary" and once again I was confused. I flipped it open and spoke groggily. "Hello?" "Jake? Sorry, did I wake you up?". Her voice was little more than a whisper. "I'm sorry". "It's alright. What's wrong? Where are you?" "I'm in my room. I've been laying here for hours trying to fall asleep, but I can't. I'm still sore. Can you come in here and give me another one of your massages?" I thought I noted a hint of excitement in her voice, but I was too sleepy and she was whispering too quietly for me to know for sure. "Um, okay, I guess" I replied. "Thanks, I'll see you soon" was all she said before I heard the line go dead. Flipping closed the phone I looked at the time. It was almost two in the morning. 'Jeez' I thought 'she must really be sore to still be up this late'. I set the phone back down and stretched wearily before wiping the sleep away from my eyes. I moved as silently as I could to my door, unlocking it and opening it. As stealthily as a mouse I made my way down the hallway. Mary's room was at the end of the hall. Between hers and mine was an office, then between mine and Stacie's was another sort of study room, with beanbag chairs and a futon. My mom slept downstairs in the master bedroom and Sharon slept in the basement. Quietly, I opened my sister's door and snuck into her room. I closed it shut behind me and waited for a second for my eyes to adjust. All the lights were out, but the curtains to her windows were open, and the moonlight was shining in brightly. Confidant that I could now see my way to her bed, I padded over softly and sat down on the edge. Mary was laying on her side, a sheet covering her up to her neck. As the weight shifted on the bed, I heard her whisper "Thanks for coming. Sorry to wake you up". She was still facing away as she spoke. I shifted a bit more on the bed and said back "It's alright. What still hurts, your shoulder or your legs?" "Both" came her reply. "But start with the leg would you?" She rolled onto her stomach as I made my way across to sit next to her left leg. I shifted my weight around, all the while moving the sheet out from under me. When I had it extracted, I moved it aside to reveal her leg from the knee down. I called up the sight, looking for the signatory black aura, but to my surprise there was nothing there. I paused for a second, then whispered "Where exactly does it hurt sis?". "Start with the ankle please" was all she said in reply. Shrugging to my self, I placed my hands on her ankles and started into a slow massage. Within seconds the red hands appeared unbidden again, this time on her calves. I smiled to myself and placed my hands on them, following their motions exactly. Tonight I would simply let the aura lead my way. My hands slowly massaged their way up my sisters strong, tight skin. I could feel the muscles underneath alternately tense and then relax with my progress. When I reached her knee, I could see the red hands continue up her leg under the sheet, so I moved it more out of the way, tucking it between her legs. I was slightly shocked when I was done; either my sister was wearing a thong, or she wasn't wearing any underwear at all! I could just barely make out the tan lines on the sides of her legs where a swimsuit would normally cover her. I felt my cock start to throb again. Picking up where I left off, I continued sliding my hands up and down, back and forth, and all around my sister's thighs. When I got close to her crotch once again she whispered softly "Will you do the other leg too? It's not nearly as bad, but it does hurt just a little". "Anything you want" I replied. I adjusted myself again, this time near her feet on my knees, between her legs. Lifting the sheet up, I didn't stop at her knee, but instead took it just as high, revealing as much of her right leg now as was already revealed of her left. I started again at her ankle, making my way up slowly and steadily. Her little moans continued throughout, and by the time I had nearly reached her crotch again I could tell she was breathing a bit more quickly. I paused for a second, unsure of what to do next, when once again she broke the silence. "My shoulder now please, both sides. I want to feel completely relaxed." As I extracted myself from between her legs and briefly stepped off her bed, she adjusted her own position slightly. She removed the pillow from below her head, and turned to face the door to her room, away from the direction I was currently standing standing. When she had finished, I decided to learn from my original mistake with sheet. Before getting on to the bed myself, I pulled it down her back and stopped when I reached the top of her waist. Again to my surprise I found that she wasn't wearing a shirt or a bra either! Lifting the rest of the sheet so as not to sit on it either, I draped what remained of it back across her butt. Settling on my knees next to her, I didn't stop to ask this time as the red aura hands were already guiding me. I brushed the hair off the back of Mary's neck and began to softly massage her neck and shoulders. This close I could see the tan lines of my sister's bikini, and traced them teasingly before going back over them more soothingly. She shifted slightly beneath my touch and moaned softly, but aside from that remained quiet as my hands continued their work. Her shoulders led to her arms before reversing course and turning south towards her lower back. When I reached the sheet I let my fingers grip her waist and slowly began to massage my way up her sides. Her moans were a bit more frequent now as I went on unperturbed. I held my breath as I reached the sides of her breasts but did not stop my massage, the red hands guiding my way, telling me exactly what to do. When I finally the reached shaved pits of her arms I stopped and exhaled softly. Without turning to look at me Mary whispered "You missed a spot little brother". I was certain I had touched every part of her smooth skin, so with just a bit of confusion I replied "Where, exactly? Show me." As if on queue, she reached down with her right hand to pull away the sheet, revealing the smooth shape of my sisters ass. I turned in my position and placed a hand on each cheek, squeezing softly. The biggest moan yet escaped my sisters throat as I set about massaging and kneading her behind. It was so tone! Her firm cheeks were like soft rubber beneath my hands. Just then, a pair of aura red lips appeared at the top of her crack. Bending forward, I lowered my face to the nape of her back and kissed deeply, sucking in slightly at the end. "That's it, kiss my ass brother." My sister spoke so softly I almost couldn't hear her, but I needed no further encouragement. While continuing to massage her, I began to kiss her ass, first her cheeks, then the crack. Her moaning was growing louder. I used my hand to spread her cheeks and with a flick of my tongue licked down across top of her asshole. "Oh fuck" she moaned. She began to move quickly and I suddenly worried that I had gone to far. But instead of stopping me, my sister simply rolled off her stomach and on to her back, and once again I was greeted to the gorgeous sight of her naked body. I stared in wonder at her, our eyes meeting, before my gaze traveled lower to her breasts. They sat like shallow pools on her chest, her pink nipples ending in hard, erect little buds. Ripping my eyes away from those buttons I looked further down. Her stomach was taut, and trembling ever so subtly with excitement, but I didn't look at it for long. Down below, Mary's legs were spread wide, her pussy inviting, literally dripping in the moonlight. "Like what you see Jake? Or do I need to get you another blindfold?" Her question was humorous, but I could tell she was trying mask her nervousness as well. In response I slipped my right hand between her legs and slowly dragged my index finger up the lips her mound. She was shaved clean, except for a single strip at the top that I ran my thumb through. As her legs began to gyrate I reached out with my left hand to tweak her left nipple while lowering my face to her right and sucking it between my lips. She moaned her approval as I sucked and chewed lightly on her right nipple, my right hand never stopping it's up and down motion on her vagina. Her legs spread far and wide in her gyrations, and I used the opportunity to slip my index and middle fingers into her pussy. She was so wet; they soaked instantly. Using my thumb I began to make a slow circular motion around her clit. I released her left nipple from the twisting of my hand and moved it up to her throat, caressing it softly as I brushed her hair aside. My face moved from her right nipple to her left and I began sucking and chewing it instead. Mary's moaning was intense now, her breathing shallow. Increasing the speed of my right hand, and I began to finger her much faster, the motion creating a quiet squelching sound. Turning my head to the right to view her hand, I caught a whiff of her scent and it was overwhelming, intoxicating. Even faster now, I drilled her with my two fingers. "I'm so close, don't stop!" Mary whispered, urgency in her voice. I released her nipple from my teeth and adjusted my position so my body was faced more towards her pussy. I stopped thumbing her clit and Mary groaned in disappointment, but it was quickly replaced with a squeal as I bent my head and using the tip of my tongue flicked the top of her clit back and forth at rapid speed. All at once Mary's legs clamped down on my hand like a vice, and it was all I could do to keep the fingering going. She gasped loudly and then held her breath, her body lifting her butt off the mattress, suspending it in the air. I felt a warm gush of liquid spill out onto my hand. I sucked her clit into my mouth now, continuing the ministrations of my tongue upon it. Mary screamed at this last move and let her body drop back to the bed, her whole body shaking with her orgasm. I released her clit, but continued to make circular motions inside her pussy with my fingers, digging for even more of her sweet juice. Minutes passed, and when she seemed to finally be in control of herself, I removed my fingers from her sopping vagina. Lifting them to my face I once again caught a whiff of her wonderful scent before I put them in my mouth and sucked them clean. Mary watched as I cleaned her mess off me, her eyes filled with lust. She opened her mouth as if to speak then, but I interrupted her. Leaning forward I kissed her on the lips and dove out with my tongue for her mouth. She reciprocated, and for a minute our mouths simply dueled each other, sucking and pulling back and forth. I broke the kiss, and this time she did speak. "Wow... that was amazing." A silly grin appeared on her face before she whispered "Are you ever going to try that on a girl that isn't related to you?" I chuckled, then replied "What if I don't want to? What if all I want is already in this house?" Mary just smiled even bigger, then sighed contentedly. Her eyelids were fluttering, and I could tell that the exhaustion of no sleep combined with the intense orgasm she had just had was causing her to pass out. Carefully and reluctantly I reached across her and pulled the sheet over her body, obscuring once again her naked flesh beneath. I made as if to start to get up, but she reached out with her arm to stop me, her eyes open once again. "Wait" she said. "I need to see it with my own eyes. I've thought about nothing else since I caught a glimpse of it in the hallway this morning. I want to see it in my dreams when I sleep tonight". I knew what she was referring to. Since I had begun the massage, my cock had been painfully erect, and the top of my boxers was soaked with my pre-cum, a side-effect of my extreme arousal. Sitting up on my knees I slowly lowered my boxers, my member springing free to point straight forward. Mary gasped and reached out with her hand, wrapping her little fingers around it and slowly stroking the entire ten inch length of it. I shuddered in response. "It's the most magnificent thing I've ever seen..." she said. "If I didn't think I would fall asleep in the middle of it I'd make you fuck me with it right now. I'm sorry... but I promise I'll make it up to you tomorrow." With that she winked at me and released her hand from my cock. Taking her queue, I pulled my boxers back up and carefully let myself down from her bed. I was treading quietly towards the door when I heard my sister whisper "I love you little brother". I stopped to reply "I love you too sis". And then I was at the door. To my surprise, I found that it was open a crack. 'Didn't I shut this?' I thought to myself. In my sleep deprived, lustful state I honestly couldn't remember. Scolding myself for being so careless, I let myself out of Mary's room, shutting her door behind me. When I got back to my own bed, I collapsed upon it, not even bothering to throw my blanket over myself I was so exhausted. My cock was still rock hard, and briefly I thought about relieving myself, but Mary's promise stayed my hand and within a few seconds I was out cold for night. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Stacie awoke with an urgent need to relieve herself. She tried to ignore it and go back to sleep, but her bladder refused to cooperate. Groaning, she pulled herself out of bed and silently made her way to the bathroom. Just as she was about to go in though, she heard what she thought was a moan come from Mary's room. Stacie paused, straining to hear more, but nothing came. 'Maybe she's just moaning in her sleep from the soreness' she thought to herself. Entering the bathroom, Stacie quietly relieved herself, then flushed and washed. She was just going to go back to her room, when once again she heard a moan from Mary's room. 'If she's in pain, she might want me to bring her a glass of water and an ibuprofin'. Concern for her sister on her mind, Stacie quietly tread down the hall to Mary's door. Leaning forward, she pressed her ear against it in order to try and hear what was going on inside. It was then that the silence was broken again, this time by a whisper from Mary. "That's it, kiss my ass brother". Stacie froze. Had she just heard what she thought she heard? Was Jake in there with her now? As quietly as she could, Stacie cracked open the door and peered inside. What greeted her was a sight she would never forget. There in front of, her youngest sibling and brother was leaning over her naked sister, caressing and kissing her ass. At first she simply looked on in shock. 'How could they be doing this?' she thought to herself. 'I should stop them'. But she found herself unable to move, transfixed by the sight. She continued to watch as their coupling progressed. Eventually all thoughts of stopping then ceased, replaced by a warm tingling between her legs. Unconsciously she began to rub herself against her shorts, and was surprised to feel just how wet she had become. The Auras Ch. 02 --[Authors Note: Thank you everyone for the support of chapter 1, both in the comments section and in the private messages you sent. Those responses meant the world to me, and without your motivation I never would have finished chapter 2. There is much more action in this chapter, which I hope you will enjoy. It is also almost twice as long as the first one. Thanks again for reading, and don't forget to vote! ~Uzumati]-- Thud! I awoke with a start that Sunday morning, the morning after my 18th birthday. I had been having the most amazing dream. In my dream, I was in my sister Mary's bedroom, and we had just kissed after I had given her an aura induced orgasm. Things were progressing farther than I had ever imagined. We were making love, and it was quickly going from slow to wild. Well, it had been going quickly from slow to wild, until I fell out of the bed anyway. My bed? I stood up and looked around. Reality was coming back to me in slow waves. I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind racing over the events that had transpired, trying to sort the real ones from my dreams. I hadn't made love to my sister, but I HAD been in her room, massaging her everywhere, in both the places a brother should and shouldn't touch. My thoughts at least sorted for now, I looked down at my once again raging erection. From the feel of it alone I could tell that the size increase I enjoyed when I was with my sister had not abated. 'Does this mean that as long as I continue to want to please only my sister and not take care of myself that it will stay like this?' I smiled to myself. To be honest, I rather enjoyed feeling this giant rod between my legs. 'Hey, if this size is giving me pleasure, why does it revert back when I try to masturbate?' I pondered to myself. I had once thought that I knew everything there was to know about the auras, but if yesterday was any indication, then there was still much to learn. I had never interacted personally with them before, only reading them. I decided it was time to experiment again. For whatever reason, I have never been able to see my own aura, but I could certainly see my own cock, especially in it's excited state. I stood up and moved to my computer, breaking it from it's sleep. Pulling up another video I enjoyed, I sat in my chair and slowly started to stroke myself. At the first familiar twinge, the same twinge I had felt yesterday at the base of my cock, I concentrated on maintaining my length. "This is for me" I said out loud. "I enjoy this size, I want to keep this size, I want to be this size". I continued stroking, and my cock continued tweaking. My focus never wavered, and as I continued the strange feelings started to subside. 'I did it!' My cock was not shrinking, it was staying exactly the size I wanted; the size to best pleasure me at that given moment. I was going to keep going now, wanting to feel an orgasm from this monster I was holding when I remembered another bit from last night, a promise my sister made to take care of me. The needs of the moment struggled against that promise for the future, and I briefly waged an internal war. Eventually my own curiosity and incestuous desire for my sister won out. I shut off the video and threw a pair of shorts on in a hurry. I didn't even bother with a shirt, I generally don't when I'm not going anywhere. Glancing at the clock I realized it was almost eleven in the morning. Where was everyone? Why hadn't they woken me up? I decided to investigate. Stepping out of the room and glancing both ways down the hall, I could see that Stacie's and Mary's doors were both open. They were only ever open when they weren't in there. I made my way downstairs, calling out "Hello!?" No response came. In the kitchen I found a note sitting next to a glass of water and two muffins. Hungrily I bit into the muffin before reading the note. "Jake, Your sisters and I have gone out to do some shopping, and to see Stacie's new office that she got with her internship. We won't be back until late in the afternoon. Sorry I didn't wake you. Mary said you had helped her again last night and would be pretty tired this morning. You're too good to her. I left some muffins for you, and there's leftover chicken in the fridge. Enjoy your new drums! Love, Mom" I finished the second muffin and drank the whole glass of water in three gulps. I was a little disappointed that Mary was gone, but my appointment with my new drums was long overdue. Wasting no more time, I got up and made my way to the sound room in the basement. My family was not hard up for money by any stretch. My parent's had shared a chiropractic office, and even without the money from my dad's death (which my mom put away for our schooling and the rest into trusts for us) we were more than okay. So when I had taken up drumming, we had put a sound room in the basement. When the door was closed, the extra lining made the drums impossible to hear throughout the rest of the house. I opened up the door to the sound room, flicking on the lights, and was once again taken away by the gorgeous sight. Sitting down, I began going through my warmup routines before playing some of my favorite songs and then breaking into a long improvisational jam session. Time was a blur, and it seemed like it hadn't been that long at all when movement caught my eye and I looked up to see Mary standing in the doorway. "I thought I might find you in here" she said, closing the door behind her and latching it. She looked absolutely stunning today I thought. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail. She had on a pink shirt with a white skirt that barely went down to mid-thigh. She was wearing a white pair of shoes with socks that were pulled up a couple of inches above her ankles. I caught myself staring, and when I looked back up to her face her smile had changed into a grin. I was immediately embarrassed, both from the staring and from the quick realization of my current state. I had been drumming for a long time, and was drenched in sweat, my hair matted and sticking to my brow. With nothing but shorts on, my chest was glistening with sweat. I got up from my stool and turned my back to my sister. Reaching for the bench, I grabbed one of the clean towels I kept in here and started to dry myself off. I was about to turn around and face my sister again when I felt her hands press up against my back. They were cold from being outside and felt good against my hot skin. "You know, I never got to thank you for yesterday..." Mary was sliding her hands around to my stomach, massaging my abs. As she finished she started sliding her fingers under the waist of my shorts. "Or for last night". I jumped away and spun to face her. "Mary, I'm not sure we should do this. I mean... I'm your brother for christ's sake! What if Stacie or Sharon found out? Or even worse, mom!" "Are you saying you regret what happened last night?" "No, I'm just saying... Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to do the things we did. I don't regret it, I just... I feel like I'm taking advantage of you. You know I haven't been with many (my sister gave me a look) okay, any girls, and I'm worried that my feelings for you might be simply because I'm not that experienced." "Well I'm not worried. I can give you all the experience you'll ever need." Mary took a step towards me, and I took a step back. "Well don't you think it's strange, I mean a brother and sister fooling around? Don't you think it's wrong? "I think it feels right" Mary responded, continuing her advance and me my retreat. "That's not what I asked." "Then I think it sounds right." I didn't know what to say to that. Mary was still moving forward slowly. I was trying to back up but my foot hit the wall, followed a second later by my back. With nowhere left to retreat I watched as she slowly got closer and closer. Her arms came forward, reaching once again for my shorts, but I caught her hands before they got there. She stopped and looked up at me. "Honestly?" I asked. Mary looked away for a second and sighed. When she looked back, I could tell that something had changed. The blind lust in her eyes had faded and was replaced by... what. Determination? Resolve. "Jake..." she began. "You are a sweet guy. Too sweet. It's always been your biggest fault. You are always looking so closely at what other people want, that you never stop to think about yourself. Its one of the things I admire about you most." She paused. "The truth is, I've liked you for a long time. Ever since you started running with me, and started really spending time with me. You're not just a brother to me, you're my best friend. And as a friend, I've honestly been worried about you. You never take care of yourself. You're always giving, never taking. I just don't want to see life pass you by." "I waited, hoping that you would find a girl that was right for you, someone that you could experiment with, and bring you the pleasure I know you deserve. But she never came." "About a year ago, I started to look at you differently. Objectively. And what I saw was a handsome boy about to become a man. You had grown so fit. I started... fantasizing about you. At first I thought it was wrong, but I couldn't stop. I love you so much. You are my brother and my best friend, but... now I wanted you to be my lover as well. I knew that if you couldn't take that step yourself, then I wanted to take it with you." "I know we're siblings. I'm not looking to get married. I don't want to have your children. I just want you to be happy. You may think you hide it well, but I know what you think of yourself. You're embarrassed, ashamed even, that you've never been with a girl. Let me be that girl. Let me help you get past this. Maybe then you'll be able to move on. We're brother and sister. We're best friends. Is it really all that wrong if we are lovers too?" I didn't know what to say. I never knew she had felt like this. I could have known I guess, if I used my aura on her. But then I really would have felt guilty. I thought I was good at reading people, but I realized then that Mary had read me like an open book. She knew how I felt, and not only did she know, she wanted to be the one to help me. I was overcome with love and affection for my sister. I was still holding her hands. I pulled her close against me and leaned down to kiss her on the lips. A simple kiss, no tongue. I didn't know what to say, but that kiss said it all. Well, almost all of it. "Good. Now that that's settled, take off those shorts so I can suck your cock. We only have twenty minutes before mom will have dinner ready". I was too shocked by what Mary had said to move, but my sister didn't wait for me to take them off, she had already extracted her hands from mine and was pulling them down. I wasn't hard, but as the words hit my brain I felt the first strain on my cock as I realized what was about to happen. Mary didn't need any prompting. Kneeling in front of me, she reached out with her right hand and picked up my flaccid member. She started jerking it back and forth, not too fast but not too slow either. Her ministrations were not going unnoticed by me as my cock was rapidly inflating. Looking down, I saw her looking up. Our eyes met and held. Slowly she leaned forward, and still watching me flicked her tongue out across the top of my head. Her flick felt like lightning, and I groaned lightly, my knees trembling a little. Any limpness that had remained was definitely gone now. My cock felt like an iron rod in my sister's still pumping hand. "You think that felt good? Well how about this?" With that, Mary leaned forward, opening her mouth, engulfing the head of my shaft. I felt her tongue swirling around my cock, above it, to the sides of it, and below it. She sucked in and I felt the pressure all the way through my body; it felt like her little lips were trying to suck me in completely. I broke eye contact and looked away, gasping again. Mary used the opportunity to lift her left hand and start rubbing my balls, her right hand never stopping its jerking motion. Releasing her vacuum hold on my head with a pop, her tongue flicked out again across the top. Lifting me up, she leaned forward and slowly slid her tongue all the way along the bottom of my shaft. I was in ecstasy. Masturbation felt good, but it never felt this good! I had to see it again. I looked back down and Mary was looking up at me, grinning. She sucked the head back into her mouth, but this time not content to stop there, she started to shove my cock further into her mouth. I flinched from the feelings. When I felt the tip of my head hit the back of her throat she gagged a little bit and pulled it back out of her mouth. "Sorry" I said. "Don't worry about it, it's beautiful, I've never seen anything so big" she gasped. She sucked the head back into her mouth and started working on it again with her tongue. Releasing my balls, she moved her left hand up and started started pumping my shaft with it as well. The slow motions from earlier were gone, and as she jerked quickly up and down with both hands, all the while sucking on the head, I began to feel my orgasm build. My balls were filling up and they felt like they were on fire. The pressure quickly superseded that of the suction on my head, and I knew I was going to cum. "I'm going to cum" I managed to gasp. This only seemed to spur my sister on. She sucked even harder and her jerking motions became furious. I screamed out and fired like a shotgun. My knees buckled and if I hadn't been pressed against the wall I surely would have fallen down. I don't know if Mary's intentions were to swallow my load or not, but whatever her plans were, that first shot must have thrown her off her game. She pulled her head off my cock coughing slightly as I continued to fire. I watched in amazement as string after string of cum fired from my cock onto my sister's face. The first glob landed on her forehead, the next two on her cheek. The third hit her right between the eyes. Mary seemed to have recovered now, as she opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out. The rest of my cum went straight into her mouth, her eyes looking into mine. When I had finally finished cumming, my back could no longer support me either, and I slid down the wall to sit on the floor. Mary shut her mouth and swallowed, then looking at me, smiled. "Sorry" I said. "I didn't mean to... you know... all over your face." "No big deal. I had planned to do that next time, but your first load went straight down my throat. Do you always cum so much when you orgasm? I've never been such a mess". Looking at my sister, I started to laugh. She did look like a mess. My cum was sliding down her forehead towards her eyes, the glob on her nose was making its way towards her lips, and the shots on her cheek had already made it down to her chin. Standing up, I pulled my shorts back up and quickly walked over to the bench, grabbing another clean towel. I handed it to my sister. "Thanks." "To answer your question, no, I don't think I've ever cum so much in my entire life. Well, maybe except for..." I paused. The only time I had ever cum like that was yesterday, when I had masturbated in the shower thinking of my sister. "Except for what?" Mary asked. She had finished toweling herself off and was standing in front of me again. When I didn't respond, she said "Come on, you just came on your sister's face. You honestly think there's anything you can't tell me?" "Well..." I struggled at first, but finally just decided to spit it out. I told her about how I had jacked off in the shower yesterday to the image of her tits. At the end of it, Mary had that grin on her face again that I was coming to love. "What tits, these tits?" she asked, grabbing her breasts through her shirt and giving them a squeeze. Even after just having cum, I felt a twitch in my cock and let out an involuntary little moan. "Ooooh, I think these are the ones. Maybe next time I'll have you blow your load there instead." Mary moved forward, and leaning in, started kissing me. This was not the soft kiss from before. This time we were both passionate, our tongues coming out to caress each other. I could taste myself in her mouth, and was surprised to find that it wasn't that bad. I lifted my hands up her legs and reaching the panties under her skirt gave her butt a squeeze. "I like that" Mary said, breaking the kiss. "But unfortunately you'll have to save it for later. Dinner is probably ready by now. Come on." Dinner was in fact ready when we got upstairs: Swedish meatballs. I was famished, and wolfed down my first plate before getting up to have seconds. "Somebody worked up an appetite today" my mom said when I got back. "You have no idea mom" I replied, but I was looking and smiling at Mary. Just then, Stacie coughed and leaning forward spit the water she had been trying to drink out onto her plate. "Stacie, are you alright honey?" my mom asked. When she had gotten a hold of herself, Stacie replied "I'm fine, sorry, just went down the wrong pipe I guess. I was done anyway." Stacie stood up and started clearing her plate. I got up to do the same, following her to the sink. Setting my plate down on the counter, I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist pulling her into a hug. To my surprise, she jumped at the touch and dropped her plate loudly into the sink. Spinning, she said "Jeez Jake, you scared me!" "Sorry" I replied. "I just wanted to give you a hug". "Well don't sneak up on me next time!" And with that she stormed out of the kitchen. I was shocked. Stacie and I never fought or even exchanged harsh words, what had gotten into her? 'I better go talk to her later' I thought to myself. I stayed around to help my mom do the dishes while my other sisters wandered off. I was just bringing the last few water glasses from the table back to the sink when my mom came around the corner. I skidded to a stop to avoid running into her, but the forward momentum in my arms sent the water flying ahead of me right at my moms shirt. "Shit Jake!" she screamed as the ice cold water instantly soaked her. I simply stared. My mother was wearing a white cotton shirt with a white bra, which I could now clearly see. The fabric clung to her breasts, and from the cold I could tell that her dark areolae were not only very large, but her nipples were a size to match, straining against the fabric. I imagined what it would be like to suck on those nipples now, like I had once done almost two decades ago. My cock was starting to stiffen in my shorts as I continued to stare. My mothers voice brought me back to reality "Jake?" 'Hell. How long have I been staring?' I thought. I realized that through the blur of my thoughts my mother had called my name not once but a few times. Dragging my eyes away from her breasts, I brought my eyes up to her face and found her staring at me. I needed to think quick. "You cursed mom" I said. "I don't think I've ever heard you curse before." My mother stared back for a second more before her face broke, and with a smile she started to laugh. "Well nobody's perfect. Don't think that this gives you a free ride or anything. I've got to go change, will you finish the dishes up?" I agreed, and somehow managed to resist the urge to glance again at her breasts as she walked away. As I stood finishing up the last of the dishes, I wondered once again just what the hell was happening to me. Two days ago I had been oblivious to my sisters and mother as anything other than family. Now all I could see was a house full of gorgeous women, and that sight was quickly becoming a constant strain on my cock. I had already given my sister Mary an orgasm last night, and she in kind had just returned the favor no more than two hours ago in the basement. Where was this all going, and more importantly, where would it end? The Auras Ch. 02 As if on queue, I heard my sister Sharon call my name from down in the basement. "Jake! You done up there yet? I've been practicing and want you to try out those hands now!" I finished washing the last glass I was holding and realized then that I had been washing it over and over for fifteen minutes. Putting it away, I made my way to the basement stairs. My sister wasn't standing at the bottom. 'She must have gone back to her room already. Will she be naked when I get there too?' I wondered. Slowly, I made my way down the stairs, then turned the corner. My sisters door was closed, so I knocked. "You in there Sharon?" There was no reply. Shrugging, I opened it and stepped inside. Well, kind of anyway. I had to force the door open, seeing as there was so much crap on the floor that it didn't want to budge. While it was true that we had originally given my sister the basement room so that she could practice her violin, that was really only half of the truth. The other half was that my mom, and to a lesser extent my sisters and I, were all neat freaks. Sharon was not though, by any stretch. Once I forced myself inside, I stopped to look around. I was standing on a pile of clothes a foot high. Scattered everyone on the floor were books, sheets of paper, movies, more clothes, and, well, more clothes. The clutter didn't stop with the floor. Almost as if it were a living entity, junk spilled out like vines, swallowing everything in my sisters room. Makeup was stacked into piles on the dresser and surrounded by piles of jewelry, earrings, money, receipts, tickets, and anything else you might pull out of a pocket. Extending up from the dressers and the floors, the walls were covered in posters, pictures, and cuttings from magazines. I knew for a fact that the walls were painted black, as I had been the one that had to paint them, but you couldn't tell that from looking at them now. Amazingly, the only thing that seemed to be neat in the entire room was the queen sized bed. There was nothing on it except for the sheets, pillows, and a blanket. Deciding that I would just wait for Sharon to return, I made to take a step toward the bed, but changed my mind, and instead leaped the six feet across the room to land on it on my stomach. I crawled forward and pulled a magazine off her dresser to thumb through while I waited for her. Ten minutes later, I looked up to see Sharon slide around the door and into the bedroom. My heart froze for a second when I saw that she was wrapped in nothing more than a black towel. It wasn't even a very long one, and I gazed longingly at the slender, long pale legs sticking out below. I could see all the way up to her middle thigh. "Hey Jake, Sorry, when you didn't reply I thought you had already gone upstairs, so I grabbed a quick shower." I didn't respond, I simply continued to look as Sharon gracefully made her way into the room, as if there wasn't a foot high pile of clothes on the floor. I looked up from my gawking to see my sister staring at me. "Sooooo..." She began. "You going to roll over so I can get dressed or what?" "Oh, sorry!" I said. I rolled over to face the wall away from her as I heard her begin to move about the room. A brief internal war was suddenly being fought in my head, and I knew with a sinking feeling that the side of good was not faring well. 'Just fucking do it, when are you going to get another chance?' Hating myself thoroughly, I surreptitiously glanced over my shoulder back towards my sister. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw her. She was facing away from the bed towards her closet, bending at the waist naked, revealing to me her pink pussy sandwiched between her legs, and the pink circle of her just cleaned asshole right above it. It was all I could do not to groan out loud at the sight; not only was she hairless, but I could see a gleam of metal shining between her legs. My sister had a piercing on one of her lips! I lay there stunned, my mouth all but drooling, as she continued looking through her clothes. Finally it seemed that she had found what she wanted, so I hurriedly looked away again. I could hear the sounds of her sliding on some clothes, but I didn't want to risk looking again and getting caught. Speaking of getting caught... my cock was now rock hard, and man did it feel thick. I was subtly adjusting myself so that it would not be protruding so obviously from my shorts when I heard Sharon say "Okay, I'm done, you can quit playing with yourself." With lightning speed I moved my hand away from shorts even though I knew I had already been caught. I rolled over to face her and said "Come on Sharon, I had an itch, give a guy a break, do you want the massage or not?" My sister was wearing a short pair of tight black cotton shorts, and a black tank top with no bra. Her breasts were practically bursting out, and around her nipples it looked as if... 'Does she have her nipples pierced?' I wondered. Being casual was definitely my best line of play right now. "Whatever little brother" she replied. "It's not like you've got anything I haven't seen before, mom used to bathe the three of us in the tub until I was six you know". "Yeah, well, that was a long time ago, I've grown since then." "Obviously" my sister replied, laughing. I could feel my face turning red, and made to get up off the bed, but my sister sat down on the edge, facing away from me again and continued "Don't go all sissy on me now, I still need that massage, my shoulders are killing me. Besides, it's not like I insulted you, if anything you should take it as a compliment. Flash that thing around once at school and I'm quite sure you won't remain single for much longer." When Sharon got going she could really get on a tear. Deciding quickly that the best course of action now would be to just get going with it, I sat up and crawled across the bed to sit behind her. Lifting my hands, I called up the aura and found the black marks to be on her shoulders and the sides of her arms. Starting at the neck, I slowly followed their movements, and was amazed at just how soft my sister's pale skin was. She wasn't tone at all like Mary, instead as I kneaded the skin on her neck and shoulders I thought it felt more like dough than anything. My plan had worked though, as while I continued the massage instead of speaking Sharon was groaning, and loudly at that. Time passed slowly, and for the next five minutes I simply massaged my sisters shoulders then moved down to the sides of her arms. When I was finished, I let go, but Sharon didn't move. "Sharon?" Nothing. I crawled around to the front of her. Leaning precariously over the edge of the bed to get a better view, I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing slowly. 'Did she really fall asleep?' "Sharon?" I asked again. "BOO!" Sharon shouted, and just as she did it she reached out and pushed me. I was already off balance, and with a yell fell forward off the bed into the mass of clothes on the floor. "What the fuck was that for!?" I shouted as I began disentangling myself from her shorts and pants. Sharon didn't respond as she was sitting on the bed, rolling around and cracking up. I had almost completely extricated myself when I saw something purple on the floor shaped oddly like a... 'No fucking way'. I knew what it was instantly, and reaching out I grabbed the base of the vibrator and lifted it up in front of me while I stood up. Sharon noticed and froze in place where she was. We both remained silent and still for a second before Sharon broke the silence. "I wouldn't touch that if I were you, you don't know where it's been". "I have a pretty good idea" I replied. I was happy that the tables had turned for once. Now I was in control. "Oh you do, do you? Well lets see just how right you are. That vibrator there has been in... Allison, Gina, and Lauren's pussy, and Lauren's ass as well. Oh, and of course my pussy and ass as well. And I don't think I washed it after the last time I used it, so its probably still got some of me on it." 'Okay, maybe I'm not in control' I thought as I quickly tossed the vibrator at Sharon. She was laughing again, and I was just turning to leave when it finally hit me. Allison? Gina and Lauren? These were friends of Sharon's that she hung out with all the time. What... I turned back to my sister, and with shock in my voice asked "Are you a lesbian??" "Of course not!" She replied. "I still need a good fucking every now and then. The girls and I just... help each other out when we're between boyfriends. And sometimes even when we are seeing someone." My sister winked with that last remark. "Why, do you think its hot that your sister likes having her face crushed between another girls legs just as much as she likes having a nice big cock shoved down her snatch?" This conversation was quickly getting out of control. It's not that I didn't like where this was going, in fact in that regard it was quite the opposite. I found myself thinking that the mental image of my sisters face buried in Allison's pussy, her naked butt sticking up in the air would be very hot indeed. The problem was, the erection that had somewhat subsided was coming back with a vengeance, and I was very aware that I was standing up right in front of my sister. Snapping out of my thoughts, I caught my sister's green eyes staring intently at my shorts and realized that I was once again too late. Turning, I stumbled through the piles of clothes on the ground and made my way as fast as I could out the door. I was running up the stairs to the basement when I heard her shout out behind "You show me yours and I'll show you mine little brother!" I didn't stop running until I reached the dining room, or what I jokingly thought to myself now as the inspection room. Making sure it was empty, I pulled down my shorts and slipped my rock hard cock through the crack in my boxers. "whew" I whistled out loud. My erection wasn't as long as it had been around Mary, maybe only eight inches this time, but where the one for Mary had been of average girth, the size of my cock now more closely resembled a beer can. I had cum only a few hours ago, but you couldn't tell that now; my cock was throbbing painfully and a bit of precum was pooling up on the tip. Tucking myself away, I began to make my way to my room. I needed to think. 'Jeez, this place is going keep me constantly hard'. I had just made the top of the stairs and turned at the hall to head to my room when I heard Stacie call out from her's "Jake, is that you? Can you come in here a sec?" "Sure Stacie" I replied. Resigning myself to being delayed just a bit longer, I turned around and headed down the hall to Stacie's room. Surprisingly, her door was open, so I didn't bother knocking. Stacie was laying in bed with a book on her lap, the sheets and blankets pulled up and covering her. When she saw me come in, she patted her hand on the bed next to her and said "Come here, we need to talk for a bit". I made my way to her bed, but instead of sitting next to her, I sat on the end by her feet facing her Indian style. "What's up?" I asked. "Look, I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to snap at you, you just scared me is all". "Is that what this is about?" I replied. "It was no big deal, honestly. I didn't mean to startle you I was just trying to be nice is all." "I know, and I freaked out and stormed off. I guess I've just been... on edge a bit lately. Since Brian and I broke up I haven't been myself and I guess yesterday something... reminded me of what I've been missing is all." Brian was Stacie's last ex. They had been dating for six months but broke up a month ago. He wanted to get serious, but Stacie wasn't ready for that kind of commitment. Brian hadn't taken her answer well and the aftermath had been kind of rough. They still had a class together every Tuesday and Thursday. "It's alright Stacie, I know how it went down. You don't want anything serious until after you've gotten your degree, and I can't say I blame you." "Still, I felt I needed to apologize. It won't happen again. You headed to bed now?" "Yeah, I was just on my way in there when you called me in. If we're done, I'll head back that way now". I got off the bed and made my way to her door. "Jake, will you close the door on your way out?" Stacie asked. "No problem" I replied. I closed the door, and just as it shut Stacie called out "Goodnight Jake!" "Goodnight Stacie!" I replied. As I made my way to my room I thought to myself 'Well, at least one of my sisters isn't trying to get into my pants'. I shut and locked my door, got undressed, set my alarm, and crawled into bed. It was only a little after nine o'clock but once again I was dead tired. As I lay there with my eyes closed waiting for sleep to come, I thought again about the four other women I shared this house with. At least two of them, Mary and Sharon, seemed to be out to get me, and not in a platonic, family-friendly way. For now at least, my two mothers, mom and Stacie, were being good, but a part of me wondered just how long that would last. Would they too try and come after me, as Sharon was obviously attempting and Mary already had? And if they did, would I stop them? Would I even want to stop them? That guilty feeling that I tried to hide came back in the form of a gnawing in my chest. This was my family after all. These were my sisters and my mother. How far could I really go with them? Where would I draw the line? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sleep did not come easy, and was not very refreshing. I awoke the next morning with a headache, and when the alarm went off a minute later, instead of turning it off I grabbed it and threw it across the room, the momentum yanking the cord from the wall. Grumpily, I got up, and rubbing the sleep from my eyes went about getting ready for school. The only good news was that today was a half day for staff development, and next week was spring break. I managed to get a shower, get dressed, grab a pop tart, and get out the door without seeing any of my sisters or my mom. Once I was outside, I briefly flirted with the idea of driving to school to show off my new SUV, but the walk was only a mile and a half, and exercise had a way of working my headaches out. Even with it being a half day, school dragged, and when the bell finally rang at 12:30 I could not get out of there fast enough. I decided to jog home, take a shower, and maybe play the drums again. At least my headache was gone now. I slowed down as I approached my house and noticed that my mom's Avalon was parked on the driveway. 'That's odd' I thought. 'She normally doesn't get home until five'. I went in through the garage, and as I came in called out "Mom?! I'm home!". No response. I checked the kitchen, but there was no sign of her. I made my way through the family room and around the corner to her bedroom where her door was closed. I thought I could hear movement inside, so I knocked on the door and called out "Mom? It's Jake." Again, no response. I opened the door to her room and immediately swung it closed again. My mom was in there, exercising with her headphones on. 'I'm going to leave right now. I'm going to go upstairs and take my shower.' sigh. 'Liar'. I was already cracking the door to look inside again. The sight that greeted my eyes this time ensured that I wasn't going anywhere. My mom was bending forwards, stretching her hands down to the floor. Her tight butt was bulging against the black, skintight workout pants she was wearing. As she stood up, I could see a thin layer of sweat glistening on her tan back. Her top was nothing more than a white sports bra, and it was soaked through. She must have been going at it for a while now. I continued to watch as she went through more of her stretches, her torso bending from side to side with her arms above her head. She had her hair pulled up into a bun so as not to get into the way. I had never seen her with her hair like that, and I found the sight incredibly erotic. As she wound down, I began to wind up. I could feel my cock straining in my jeans, but was too transfixed by the sight to bother adjusting it. It was then that I noticed spread across the bottom half of her bed were a bunch of towels, serving as a sort of sheet. 'What are those for?' I wondered. I didn't have to wait long to find out. Finishing up her routine, my mom stopped and stood still for a second. She took off her headphones and I found myself holding my breath. Reaching up, she grabbed her soaked sports bra and lifted it up over her head. I could only see the profile of her body as her enormous breasts popped out, but that was enough. They sagged only slightly from the years, and if I thought I was getting hard earlier I realized now that I had been fooling myself. My cock was literally dripping, and when a spasm traveled down my shaft causing my erection to flex, precum poured out like a mini orgasm. The sports bra now lying on the floor, my mother bent forward and grabbing the workout pants at the waist lowered them down. She was naked now, her tight round butt pointing almost directly at me with not a tan line in sight. I couldn't completely see her pussy, but I could tell from the mass that there was hair on it. It wasn't a jungle, she must have kept it trimmed, but it definitely was not shaved like Mary's or Sharon's had been. I knew I should get going now, I was dangerously close to getting caught. Her workout was obviously done and she might be getting into the shower soon, but I found that it was impossible to pull myself away from the sight. My reluctance to leave was rewarded however, as instead of heading into the bathroom, my mom laid down on her bed. This afforded me an excellent view of her breasts, and despite holding my breath, I moaned softly. They were indeed very large, but it wasn't the size of them that had me going, it was her areolae and her nipples. The areolae must have been almost two inches across, and deeply pink, almost red. Her nipples were even darker and fully erect, standing out maybe more than a half an inch. My gaze traveled down her firm stomach to her legs, and although they were closed, I could see the half inch trim of her bush sticking out. At first she simply lay there, breathing heavily and relaxing, but after a short time her arms began to move across her skin, first on her stomach, then briefly over her mound, and finally up to her breasts. She began playing with her areolae, running her fingernails across them softly before grabbing and pinching her nipples. As she did so, she let out a soft moan, the type of moan you are never supposed to hear coming from your mother. Guilt wracked through me again, but I was firmly entrenched now. A wrecking ball could have slammed through the wall and it would have shattered upon hitting me I was so immobile. My mom's hands slid off her breasts and down to her pussy, her legs spreading to accommodate them, giving me the perfect view of my mother's cunt. As her left hand started rubbing her lips, her right hand began to play with her clit which even through the bush I could see was protruding greatly. She was soaked from the workout, her hair a sticky mess, but as she played with herself a gush from her pussy joined that mass of hair and now it wasn't just her workout that had gotten her wet. I called up her aura, thinking that I would single out her feelings of arousal, but it was pointless. Her entire body was surrounded by a deep red, from the tips of her feet all the way up to the top of her head. I had never seen anyone so turned on before, it was like she was in heat. Her fingers had picked up their pace now, frantically mashing against her clit and lips, and her breathing was heavier. I watched, sure that I was about to see my mother cum when suddenly she stopped and hissed out in frustration. She quickly rolled off the bed, and for a moment I was scared that I was going to get caught, but her eyes never even glanced at the door. Instead, she made her way naked to her dresser and bending down, reached underneath it. She pulled out a black gym bag I had never seen before, and unzipping it reached inside. When her hand came back out I saw it was holding an enormous black dildo and a much smaller blue one. The Auras Ch. 02 Not bothering to put the bag away, my mother returned to the bed in the same position she had been in, and spreading her legs took the black dildo and roughly jammed it halfway up her pussy. It must have been two inches in diameter and a foot long, but she took six inches of it in a single stroke as she let out a loud wail. Slowly, she began taking the length of the dildo out then sliding it back in, and it wasn't long before that first six inches of it were slick and coated with her juice. I stared, as instead of picking up speed, she paused once again with the dildo halfway in. Suddenly, she sucked in her breath, then with the full force of her arm slammed the dildo the rest of the way inside her pussy. My mom shrieked out in a mix of pleasure and pain, her thighs lifting off the bed. Keeping one hand on the black dildo that was now firmly buried inside her, she picked up the smaller dildo that had been laying on the towels. Lifting it to her face, she began sucking it into her mouth like she was giving it a blow job. She kept this up until it was soaked, then lifting her thighs again, I watched as she rested the tip of it against the brown ring of her anus. With a sudden jerk just like before she slammed her hips down and engulfed the whole 5 inches of it, her butt trapping the end against the towels, locking it in place. My jaw was hanging open now as I stared at the sight. My mother was laying on her bed on a sheet of towels, sweat dripping off her tan body. Double penetrated, she had a giant foot long black dildo shoved up her pussy and a five inch blue one all the way up her ass. Lifting her back up slightly, she reached down with both hands to grab the base of the black monster. As I watched she began pulling it out the length of her pussy, then slamming it in roughly, all the way back to the hilt. With each thrust she let out a scream that I was sure the neighbors could hear. Sweat was pouring down her face now as her pace quickened. As loud as her screams were though, the sound from her pussy was so wet it could have rivaled the swishing of the dish washer. Her whole body began to shake, an obvious sign that her orgasm was approaching. Rather than slow down, this only seemed to spur her on more. She was ravaging her pussy with the black dildo, slamming it into her with everything she had when suddenly she rolled back, her upper body and neck supporting her as she lifted her legs above her head. My mom went off like an explosion. With her knees now up by her face on the bed, she ripped the black dildo out just as the blue one flew out of her ass on it's own, dropping onto the towels. With one long continuous scream I watched as my mother's pussy turned into Mt. Saint Helens. Cum flew out of her quivering pussy like a volcano, shooting straight up into the air, almost touching the ceiling. Just as it turned and began it's descent, another eruption went off to join the first. Her legs were quivering above her as geyser after geyser of cum sprayed out above to land on the towels around her. Her orgasm lasted a full minute, then just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. Like all the life had been sucked out of her, my mother went limp as a rag doll, her legs dropping back down to lay on the now soaked towels. She lay there panting, her eyes closed and her chest heaving from the exertion. Occasionally a shudder would go through her and her whole body would flinch, but otherwise she remained completely still. Deciding that the show was now over, I thought it prudent to finally make my escape. As quietly as I could, I shut the door to my mother's bedroom and turned to walk away. Or at least that's what I planned to do anyway. I hadn't accounted for the third leg I had sprouted in my jeans. As I managed to trip over my own cock and flew through the air, I thought to myself 'this will be a really funny memory some day'. Then reality and the floor came crashing back, and I fell heavily with a loud thud. "Hello?! Who's there?!" my mother shrieked as much as yelled out from her bedroom. I had no idea what to say, so I didn't say anything at all. Instead, I leaped to my feet and took off for the stairs. I slammed my bedroom door behind me, then leaning against it slid to the floor. "Fuck" I said out loud. How was I going to play this one off. I had no idea. My breathing calming down, I looked at my jeans to see my still painfully throbbing erection. I stood up and stepped away from the door, moving over to my bed. I unbuttoned and unzipped them, then all at once slipped them and my boxers down, letting my cock spring free. And spring it did. I had thought that my sister Mary's version was long. I had thought that my sister Sharon's version was thick. The cock in front of me now though put them both to shame. The best comparison I could make was the dildo I had seen my mother using, but this was even bigger. If the dildo had been a foot long, my cock was an inch longer. And if the dildo had been two inches wide, my cock was two and a half. Protruding straight out in front of me, it actually looked ridiculous, and I had to laugh. The head was soaked in precum as had been my boxers, and it was so hard I could see veins protruding. I reached down with my right hand and slowly started stroking it. I was so absorbed in the sheer size of it, that I guess I didn't hear the footsteps on the stairs or in the hallway, because in the next moment my mother called out "Jake?" and opened my door. I froze in mid stroke like a deer caught in headlights. Slowly, in what must have been a second but felt like an hour, I looked up to see my mother fully dressed standing in my doorway. She looked like she had been about to say something. Her mouth was hanging open, but whatever she had been going to say had died in her throat. All that came out instead was a tiny whimper, then nothing. We locked eyes for ten seconds, neither of us moving or even breathing. Finally I realized that I was standing there naked from the waist down holding my massive erection in front of my mother. I ripped the sheet off my bed, and wrapping it around myself yelled out "Jesus fucking Christ mom, have you ever heard of knocking!?" When she didn't respond and instead continued to stare, I followed her gaze down to my crotch and realized that the sheet wasn't exactly helping. My cock was pitching a tent in it, and the spot where the head connected to it was already soaked clean through. Dropping the sheet to the floor, I walked straight over to the door. My mother's eyes were like the Mona Lisa, and I could tell she was seeing nothing but my cock as I came and stood before her. Reaching out I gave her a slight push in the stomach to get her out of the doorway. The push seemed to knock her out of her trance, and lifting her eyes she looked up again at me. I met her gaze then grabbing my door yelled "Knock next time mom!" before slamming it shut. I stood waiting silently. A few minutes passed before I heard my mother's soft footsteps in the hallway and finally on the stairs. I was so mad. I ripped off my shirt and curling it into a ball threw it against the door. 'How could she do that' I thought. 'This house has a damn rule about knocking for a reason'. I fumed in my room, pacing back and forth naked. Finally though, I calmed down and sat on my bed. In the heat of the moment I had been furious, but looking back now, I was already starting to feel guilty. So my mother had walked in on me naked. That had been an accident. What had I done? I had watched her exercise, perving on her in secret. And when she started to masturbate, did I walk away? No, I had stared as my mother went off like a volcano, howling like a banshee. It wasn't her fault I fell down and alerted her to my presence. It wasn't her fault for wanting to masturbate, god knows she didn't date anyway. I didn't know why she was home, but I was sure that probably wasn't her fault either. I should have realized she would come looking for the person that had made the noise, so really getting caught with my pants down wasn't her fault either. But what was I going to do about it? I needed to talk to her. I didn't know what I would say, but I had to smooth things over somehow. I knew that she probably felt horrible about what had just happened. Hell, she hadn't even yelled at me for cursing. But there was no way she could feel as horrible as I was feeling right now. Resolving myself to the uncomfortable task ahead, I got dressed. Thankfully my erection had faded, and I was able to fit properly inside my clothes. I marveled again at the sheer size of the limp package I was sporting thanks to my mother before tucking it into a clean pair of boxers and pulling on some workout shorts. I opened my door and sticking my head out, paused, listening. Nothing. I walked down the hall and down the stairs. The house was quiet as a mouse. With no sign of my mother, I made my way to the kitchen, where I finally found her. Mom was sitting at the kitchen table, gazing out the sliding glass door. She was holding a cup of coffee in her hands, but it was full, as if she hadn't even taken a sip yet. Clearing my throat, I stepped into the kitchen and sat down at the end of the table. Whatever my mom was thinking about, my presence had not disturbed her. Quietly, I said "Mom?" Again, louder this time, "Mom?" I watched as her eyes unfocused, then turning her head she looked at me. When she spoke she put her eyes down, and her voice was soft. "Jake, I'm so sorry. I should have knocked first. I didn't expect anyone to be home this early. I was so embarrassed too, I thought that maybe..." her voice broke and then stopped altogether. I had been so sure of what I had to do, but now as I was sitting next to her I found that I couldn't speak either. A tear fell from her eye to roll down her cheek, and putting her head in her hands I watched as my mother began to sob. I felt like total shit now. Not only did my mom suspect that I had heard her orgasm, but she felt truly terrible about walking in on me. Getting up from my chair, I walked over to her and pulling her up wrapped her in a hug. She continued to cry into my shoulder. Softly I began to speak. "Mom, it's alright. You have nothing to feel bad about. It's me who should feel terrible. Today was a half day, and when I came home I saw your car out front. I started looking for you and..." I paused. Oh god the next part was going to be difficult. "I knocked on your door but you didn't answer. I peaked inside. When I saw that you were working out I was going to leave but... I didn't. I stayed and.... I watched. The whole thing. I saw everything. I had closed the door and was going to walk away, but I tripped and that was the sound you heard. I was so embarrassed and ashamed at what I had done that instead of responding I just ran. I should have known you would come looking, so it's really my fault that you found me..." I couldn't go on. My mother pulled away from me then. She had stopped crying and wiped her eyes on her sleeve. When she looked up at me she started to speak but stopped. She started and stopped again. I watched her face as it went from embarrassment to confusion to... what? Slowly, I watched as that same twisted grin that Mary was so fond of formed on my mother's face. 'Uh-oh, this can't be good' I thought to myself. "You watched the whole thing?" she asked. "You didn't walk away? You watched your own mother masturbate?" There was a challenge in her voice as much as a question, and I felt my own embarrassment rising up, my face turning red. "Well, I..." I began but my mother cut me off. "You watched your mom masturbate, and then ran upstairs, to what? Jerk off? The sight of your mother made you hard did it Jake? So you took off your clothes and whipped out that monster you've been hiding between your legs all these years to cum to the images you had just seen? Is that what happened?" My mother stood back up and slowly started walking towards me. I began backing away slowly, the only thought in my head was a repeating mantra 'three out of four'. As my mom walked towards me, she continued. "And here I was feeling guilty. Here I was feeling terrible. Here I was thinking thoughts a mother should never think about her son. Little did I know that that same son was only hard because he had been watching his mother masturbate just minutes earlier. Is that what turned you on Jake? Is that what got that big cock of yours excited, seeing your mother cum like a rocket in her bedroom?" 'This is not happening'. The mantra had changed. 'This is not happening'. I was still backing up but abruptly stopped. I didn't realize I had been walking at an angle, and my back hit the corner of the wall and the refrigerator. Like a tiger, my mother covered the last few steps faster than I could react and reaching out placed her hands on the sides of the wall and the refrigerator. I was trapped. My mom was staring at me with those sexy brown eyes, her face alive with lust. In a sexy voice I knew for sure I should never hear coming from her she continued. "I haven't had a real cock in over five years Jake. Five years. Think about that. And here you come along getting hard at the sight of your naked mother, whipping out that magnificent tool you're hiding now. It's not nice to tease Jake. You've been bad and I think its time for your punishment." Despite my best efforts, my cock was rock hard again at the sound of her voice. Reaching down, my mom grabbed it through my shorts and tugged on it, hard. I groaned and felt my knees tremble at the feeling of her hand on my dick. "Ooh, you like that don't you" my mom said. "You like it when I grab your stiff cock and squeeze it with my hand. You're just as nasty as your big mom is, aren't you Jake? You want to stuff that beast inside my pussy and fuck the shit out of me like I did with the dildo, don't you?" Holy shit. I had never heard my mom's sexy voice before, but it was nothing compared to hearing her talk about her own pussy like that. I was paralyzed, unable to move. I knew that this was wrong, that this shouldn't be happening, but just like at the door I found myself unable to get away. My mother's hand had never left my cock. She was still squeezing hard, and as I stood there watching she began to jerk it up and down through my shorts. I had almost completely resigned myself to letting my mother have her way with me when I heard the front door unlock and open, and Stacie call out "Mom!? Are you home?" With lightning speed my mother grabbed me shoved my into a char, then slid it forward so my waist was hidden by the wood. Done with that, she sped back to her chair and sat down then called out "In here Stacie! I'm just having a cup of coffee and talking to Jake!" When my sister Stacie came into the kitchen I was still in shock, but thankfully I was seated with my back to her. My mother however looked as if nothing was wrong. Sipping her coffee, she looked so completely normal that I wondered in a daze if she had really been about to fuck the life out of me just a few seconds ago. "Hey mom, hey Jake, what are you two doing home?" My mother, sensing that I was still unable to speak, answered for us. "Jake had a half day and just got back. I was just telling him that one of the bathrooms in the office building flooded over the weekend. My office, as well as the one next to me and two across the hall all have ruined carpet. No structural damage was done, but it will take the rest of the week and the weekend to rip out the old stuff and bring in the new replacements. I had Janice reschedule all of my appointments before giving her a paid vacation. I'll be home for the rest of the week. What are you up to?" "Oh, you know, my classes are all shortened this week with tests in preparation for spring break next week. I figured I would come home and since its so warm today I might get some sun on the back porch." "That sounds great! I think I might even join you" my mother replied. This whole time I had been just listening, regaining my composure. Feeling that I had recovered completely now, and also feeling that my erection had thankfully gone soft while hidden, I got up and turning to face both my sister and my mom said "well, if you two don't need me, I think I'll take a shower and then head downstairs to play the drums for a bit". I had just started to move when my mother called out to me. "Jake, actually I do need your help. Can you get two of the lawn chairs out of the garage, you know, the ones that recline, and bring them around back? And after that I really need you to mow the lawn as well. Spring seems to finally be here. It's a nice sunny day outside, and with the half day you've got I'd like to get it done today." 'What the hell' I thought to myself. 'First you want to fuck me, now you want me to... mow the lawn?' I agreed of course, not that I really had any choice, and made my way upstairs to change into my mowing clothes and shoes. When I came back downstairs, my sister and my mother were nowhere to be found. Shrugging, I went into the garage and grabbed two of the chairs, then carried them around the side of the house and set them up on the concrete patio. I returned to the garage. Reaching up, I stood on my toes and grabbed the mower, then unhooking it lowered it to the ground with a grunt. I looked around the garage, and found the gas can. Of course it was empty, and I realized that I had drained the mower of oil as well before the winter hit. I would need to go to the gas station to get both and I didn't have my keys on me. When I came back into the kitchen, I could hear my sister and mom talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying. They had their voices down. As I approached the family room I heard my mom say "That's not what I saw, it was much bigger than that, it..." she stopped as I walked into the family room then turned to me asking "Jake, what you doing, shouldn't you be getting the mower ready?" I looked back and forth between my sister and my mom. They were sitting right next to each other, and my mom had her hands up and apart, as if representing a distance. Looking at her, I said "I am, I just need to get my keys so I can go to the gas station and get some gas and oil." I paused, then asked "what were you talking about anyway?" My mom reached down to the floor and grabbing her purse, pulled it up to her before saying "I was just telling Stacie about the size of the puddle in my office is all. Here, take the Avalon and get your sister and I a slur-pie while you're there." She tossed me the keys and her credit card, which I caught. Shrugging again I said "sure thing" and made my way back through the kitchen and the garage to her car. It didn't take long to get to the gas station, where I filled the gas can and her car as well since it was low, before heading inside to grab the oil and the slur-pees and a bottle of water for myself. When I got back about twenty minutes had passed. Stepping inside I found my mother and sister at the kitchen table. They were wrapped in beach towels. I tossed the keys and the card on the table, then set the slur-pees down in front of them, cherry for Stacie and diet-coke for my mom. "Thanks honey" my mom said. "Now get to it, by the time you're done and showered up Mary and Sharon will be getting back and I thought tonight we might go out to your favorite restaurant for dinner since we didn't go on your birthday." I said okay, then headed back to the garage. I filled the mower with oil first, then put the gas in. Priming the engine, I rolled it out of the garage and looked out at the front lawn. It was pretty high and definitely needed to be cut. We had a big lot too, and while the front was huge, the back was twice as big. Mercifully, the sides weren't that long, maybe 6 feet at most. All in all it normally took about two hours to cut it all.