1 comments/ 9392 views/ 4 favorites The Reboot Series (Trailer 01) By: Ali_Terayshin Author's Note: Know how everything gets rebooted and ret-conned nowadays (e.g., The Amazing Spiderman, Superman, Batman, Star Trek, Casino Royale, Red Dawn, etc.)? Well, this Series is sort of envisioned like that... only, rather than movies, it'll be reboots of certain Literotica stories. Fan fiction of fan fiction, if you'll allow. First off, a clarification: the reboots published here will not be full-story reboots, but ret-cons only of particular scenes from those stories. In other words, this Series will be like movie "trailers" of re-imagined classics. The scenes I plan to reboot are from stories published on this site that I personally liked --enough to read more than once, certainly. I could never pretend to be as skilled as any of the original authors, but something in their style, in the atmosphere of, and the characters living in, their stories (and those stories' particular scenes), spoke to me. I will likely keep a lot of the original framework and phrasing of the authors, unchanged except for brief points where I might alter dialogue, back-story, perhaps tweak the sex scene, or add my own alliterative prose, just for personal stylistic reasons or for silly kicks. My poor attempt to re-write a tiny sliver of the original author's invention is, I think, just a means for me to project myself into that world. I hope that the original authors of those stories from where I draw inspiration for my Trailers in this "Reboot Series" take my effort for what it is meant --a homage. This first trailer is taken from a 2007 Literotica story, "Quarrelling With Kaylee", by en_extase. He is a fine writer, with a number of stories on this site; I fully recommend all of them. The re-booted /ret-conned story thus far: The narrative below begins around mid-Chapter 3. Kaylee, a sexy young college student, has recently come to visit and briefly stay with her older sister Melissa and her fiancé, Peter. There's an old family dynamic at play here: growing up, Melissa had occasionally flirted with Kaylee's crushes and dates, and, Kaylee believed, had even gone out with at least one of her high school boyfriends, back during Melissa's bitchier, skankier college days, when she was just a little wilder. (College does that to person, after all). Although all that was a few years ago now, and Melissa has changed --especially since her long-engagement to Peter-- Kaylee had been deeply, secretly hurt by Melissa's past behavior of seducing her men. Kaylee had always fantasized about getting back at her senior sibling for those past slights, but things are different now --rather than just being with a boyfriend, things are a little more serious. Melissa is engaged. To Peter, at that. Kaylee has always had a thing for Peter, too, from back when she was still in high school and he'd come to visit her then-college sophomore sister. But, again, that was a few years ago; nowadays, it's Kaylee who's in college --and she's in the very flower of her wild, adventurous youth, and at the height of her sexual power..... The trailer starts moments after Kaylee has had an initially-casual conversation with Peter regarding his sex life during his college days; only faintly aware that Kaylee's subtle flirtations over the last few days have kept him in a state of uncomfortable half-arousal, Peter confesses to her that he didn't experience much back then. He is both astonished and confused to find himself erotically entrapped by his fiancée's younger sister's suggestive comment that she could help him make up for missed experiences ..... III . . . . . . . I briefly paused in my tracks, shocked at the comment. I felt a nervous flutter in my stomach, which promptly flew down to my cock and gave it a little life. Goddamnit. Before I could react, Melissa came back in. "Food is ready!" I announced and quickly took a seat, desperate to hide any potential tent in my slacks. The evening proceeded fairly calmly then. Kaylee's comments were significantly less risqué, if not less sarcastic, while her sister was with her. This was a relief, although I could have sworn she was laughing at me with her eyes from time to time. After dinner, the girls informed me we were going to have a 'pajama party' and watch a movie. They picked up some teen humor-slash-spy flick-slash-horror movie about sex demons, secret agents, and requisite hijinks in college. Stupid, I know. Kaylee revealed she had watched it before, but since Melissa hadn't yet, had suggested it. I had remembered seeing it some time ago myself, and recalled it being somewhat silly but arousing at the time. "So you can see, more-or-less, what college is really like these days...," Kaylee had explained to me, stopped to pause, then continued, "...-Mostly, less..". I had to think about that for a moment, as she grinningly sashayed off. She momentarily lingered by the stairs up to her guest room, turned back a bit, and finished, "...clothes". Damn. I wasn't really in the mood, since a rental night-and-popcorn evening in PJs is a weekly tradition Melissa and I had celebrated a few nights ago already, but I knew better than to go against two women when they had their heart set on something frivolous. Melissa and I changed into our typical bedtime loungewear; they were nothing special. Just your fleecy PJ bottoms and long-sleeved tee-shirt for her, and the run-of-the-mill plaid flannel pajamas pants and a tee-shirt for me. As customary for us, we were comfortably commando under our regular rental-night regalia. We came back out and put in the movie. Melissa immediately stole one side of the couch. Then patting the middle cushion next to her, "You can sit next to me!" I gave her a dry smile and sank in next to her. Honestly, it didn't occur to me right then that I'd be sitting in the middle. Not until she came out. Kaylee's sleepwear consisted of a short thin white cotton top, an extremely short non-existent skirt, and socks. Though cut short at the waist and sleeves, her shirt was loose and had oversized arm-holes which would've given a great view of her bra --if she were wearing one. As it was, her bare side-boob visibility was high, deliberate, and achingly magnificent. The cut of her top's neck was such that it provided a teasing view of her cleavage, but only if one could breakaway one's gaze from the outline of perky puffed-up areolas that determinedly poked through the thin fabric. Kaylee also went through the hassle of putting her hair up in a pair of pigtails. My eyes popped when I first saw her, and I'm positive that she knew it. I dropped my stare away as quickly as my wits would allow and grabbed the remote for something else to concentrate on. Even Melissa was taken aback for a second, then seemed to immediately dismiss the thought possibly as unbecoming of a big sister, making an innocuous comment about her sister's 'cute' outfit. More like dead sexy. Kaylee made a display of not knowing where to sit. "Get on the couch! Don't worry, he won't bite," Melissa teased. Pulling her arms back for a little stretch before sitting down, her top was pulled back to reveal a tantalizing display of her toned co-ed stomach. I couldn't help myself and tried desperately to watch out of the corner of my eye, without my girlfriend noticing. Next thing, Kaylee casually flopped down into the last cushion next to me. She pulled her knees up to her chest in this cute little position. In a way, it made her look only innocent and vulnerable --with no hint of the playful predatory mischief I must've been imagining earlier. But the fact that her gorgeous, bare legs were drawn up, right next to me... . My mouth went dry as I did my best not to drag my eyes along the length of her body. That poor excuse of a skirt did nothing to cover up her thigh, but only a slightly better job of showing just the fleshy tip of where the arresting curve of her bottom met the back of her bare leg... I brought one leg up and rested my foot on my other knee, then placed my hands in my lap. Look natural... I panicked that one (or both) of them would see the start of an involuntary erection forming in my loose pants. Shit. Should've worn briefs. Tight ones. My goal for the rest of the evening was to not tear my eyes away from the television, except to look at Melissa. Just pretend Kaylee isn't even there. We watched about a half hour of the movie before Melissa paused it. So far, it turned out to be your typical low-budget sexed-up teen horror spy flick: college students who happen to be rogue CIA agents, a vampiric succubus terrorizing the campus, lots of beautiful young people running around, getting into stupid problems while wearing next-to-nothing. Normally I could have appreciated the eye-candy without much fuss, but tonight I couldn't help but associate everything I was seeing with Kaylee. It drove my anxiety through the roof. And my hormones. "I just realized we're missing a movie essential... some snacks!" Melissa declared as she got off the couch. "I'm going to grab a bag of caramel corn." She trotted out of the room and into the kitchen. Kaylee shifted onto her knees and turned her body to face me. I hesitantly looked over to return her gaze. "So, hotter the second time around?" she asked innocuously. "Umm, It's all right, --almost had forgotten how it goes," I parried, cautiously. "Oh, there'll be twists and turns", she smiled. Her head tilted to one side, gently, as if remembering something. "You know, this is the movie where I picked up my 'signature look' from...". I must've looked completely confused, so Kaylee went on to explain, matter-of-factly, "--you know, that look the sex demoness does... --this one..", demonstrating. She arched one eyebrow as if in playful surprise, then seductively transitioned into a "please, give-it-to-me" look, her shaped lips slightly open, with the tip of her tongue slightly showing, then breaking into a tantalizing smile. Oh damn, I thought, as I became self-consciously aware in a discomfited way, with that look alone Kaylee had reflexively caused me to harden some more. I took a deep breath, drawing it in a careful way not to let on she had gotten to me. She sensed an excited uncertainty on my part though, I think. "Then, right, after that", she joked in lowered smoky voice, "I feed on the sexual essence of my prey. Completely." I tried my darnedest not to react, genuinely at loss whether to laugh or not, or what to say; her "look" had still had my privates pulsing. She smirked at my unease, then changed tack offhandedly, now slightly serious, "--mmm ... I was thinking about our conversation earlier. You know, about college," she purred quietly. Suddenly I felt her slide one of her hands onto my leg. My body twitched at the touch. "And I was feeling kinda bad that... well, you said you didn't experience certain things..." Her hand pressed lightly into my thigh as she pushed it up the length of my leg. I was completely taken aback and barely had any time to react. I reactively scooted my body away from her a little bit, into the empty cushion beside me. Without missing a beat, she just crawled along the couch, keeping up with me. "Uh, K-Kaylee... I, um..." Her fingers trailed up to the base of my cock. I realized with utter mortification that I was almost completely hard. "I just thought it'd be nice to give you some of... you know... what you missed out on..." She pressed her fingers down into me, through my flimsy flannels. It sent a jolt of pleasure into me and had the effect of pushing my erection up even higher. I swatted her hand away with clumsy fear. "N-no! What the- what the hell are you thinking!?" I frantically whispered to her, wild-eyed. She bit her lower lip and gave me a shy, seductive smile as she reached her hand out again, this time brushing her fingers along the length of my hardness. She started to wrap her hand around it, causing me to gasp in both shock and desire. I heard the microwave beep and turn off in the background. Oh god, what if Melissa sees this... I grabbed both her wrists and pushed her back rather forcefully. She let out a surprised 'ooh!' that sounded a little too pleased. "J-just... quit it! Okay!?" I stuttered as I recoiled back from her. She gave me a pout. "I was only trying to give a warm welcome to my future brother before, well, he becomes one...". I couldn't believe this was happening. Was she messing with me? To my ears, she had even articulated 'welcome' as "well cum"... . I stared at her in astonishment, trying not to get even more turned on by blatantly checking out her hot body without my intended in the room. I couldn't find the mind to say anything else to her. Then I saw her pout turn up into a knowing grin. She brought her hand up to her mouth to stifle a giggle. I realized she was looking at my still-hard cock, trying to break out of my pajama bottoms. "Butter in a bucket, coming right up!" Melissa called from the other room. Oh shit! I anxiously leaped over and grabbed a blanket that was folded over on a chair, then sprang back onto the couch. I threw the blanket over my lap just in time for my fiancée to return with a big bag of still-steaming popcorn. "Out of my sweet caramel stash, so we'll just have to make do with your private buttered reserve, hon", Melissa explained, holding out the bag, as she situated herself back on the couch. "Oh, I didn't know you were cold," she inquired. "Uh, yeah, just thought it'd be comfortable if we shared a blanket," I offered. She smiled and pulled up a part of it over her legs, her hands juggling the remote and bucket of popcorn on either, across her lap. "Kaylee, you can take some too, you know!" Her sister snickered, "Heh. You said private butter." It was random nonsensical silliness, but Melissa guffawed, so I offered up a weak awkward cough in acknowledgement. Kaylee paused in joining us under the cover --smoothly slipping in only when Melissa had turned back to the flat-screen in preparation of resuming the movie . Kaylee leaned forward a bit to adjust the blanket in such a calculated way so as to give me a long look at her side boob. I could not help but surreptitiously gape at her fair, soft-looking skin, the nubile curve of a naturally-pendulous breast swaying as she fluffed the spread. Christ. My cock just lifted another couple degrees right there. She tugged the blanket over her bare legs and pocketed her arms under the warm material. There wasn't too much slack at this point, so she shyly slid her body closer to me in order to make it cover her appropriately. Oh, great... I felt her leg cozy up against mine. She knew it, and rubbed it covertly up and down my calf to make sure I knew just how warm and soft and bare her legs were. Melissa started the movie up again. My heart was racing the entire time; I could barely pay attention to what was going on. All I could think about was my hard-on that would not go away. And Kaylee. That sexy fucking look on her face as she tried to grab me. What the hell do I do? I can't tell Melissa, can I? It wasn't long before, to my dismay, Kaylee made another move. I felt her hand gently rest along my thigh. She left it there, but softly squeezed and massaged it to make sure I knew about it. I did my best to push her hand away from me without causing much stirring under the blanket. I was petrified of Melissa knowing what was going on. Even though it was Kaylee coming on to me... I knew I was fucked if Melissa saw the effect it had on my dick. There would be no innocence on my part either. Maybe five minutes later, Kaylee's hand slithered up my leg yet again. This time though, she didn't stop until she was at the base of my erection. Like before, she gently pushed into me between my thigh and cock, making me squirm under the blanket. I bit my tongue and pushed her away again. Her eyes never left the television, but I could see the small outline of a smirk on her lips. I tried to give her an angry glare, but she ignored me. "My, you're fidgety!" Melissa remarked at me, a little annoyed. The sack of popcorn had alternated between our laps a few times since she had brought the snack from the kitchen. "Uh, sorry... Just trying to get comfortable. My leg was, uh, cramped," I proffered in excuse, passing back the snack sack to her in appeasement. I ground my teeth a little bit. When the fuck does this movie end? It couldn't be that much longer. What was worse is that it only got more blatantly sexual as the plot went on. One of the lead characters, a hot little seductress, was trying to get with some other boy. She was wearing progressively less and less as the movie continued, as those things tend to go. It wasn't helping the situation. My hands rested on my lap over the blanket, trying to protect myself from Kaylee. It didn't take much time for her to try and snake her way to my crotch again. First she ran her fingers under my left leg and tickled the backside of my knee. I wriggled again. Melissa shot me a stare. Just focus on the movie... Ignore her... The starlet on the screen was just in her underwear. The boy was about to cave in. She took off her top. My cock was actually pulsing, it was so hard. Okay, maybe ignore the movie... My mouth went dry. Then, out of nowhere, and I honestly don't know how she did it, but Kaylee's hand slinked past me and found my hardness yet again. I pursed my lips shut and tried to push her away, but it was no use. She was determined to stay, and the more I tried to move her, the more attention I brought to myself from Melissa. I panicked, not knowing what to do. For whatever reason, I decided if my fiancée knew what was going on, I was a dead man. I can't stop her without giving myself away... Confused, resigned, and hopelessly turned on, I allowed myself to give in. Kaylee's fingers expertly teased the base of my cock through my pajamas. Somehow she was gentle enough to never cause so much as a stir above the blanket. I swallowed hard and tried to ignore her. Yeah, right. After maybe a minute of that, her fingers walked up to the waist of my pants and started to tug at them a little. I closed my eyes and quietly took a long breath. She ran her nails lightly across my pelvic bone and slipped underneath my waistband. I grimaced as her soft hand expertly and unhurriedly traversed exploratory routes along the entire length of my member. I had to bite the back of my tongue not to make any noise or twist in my seat. She held me between her thumb and other fingers, slowly squeezing and pulling me in just the right ways. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt despite the fact that she was barely moving her hand. This can't be happening. The movie was reaching the climactic scene where the title characters would finally consummate sex. I recalled the sex scene was going to be interrupted at the end by a sexy villainess' appearance, whose slow approach towards the naked protagonists was masterfully directed in interspersed shots. I also recalled this scene as being quite hot back when I had first watched it --and with Kaylee's loosely cupped fist moving languidly back-and-forth across my hyper-sensitized organ, it was even more so, now. The Reboot Series (Trailer 01) It was only a movie, but it bordered on a soft-core porn at this point. I noticed Melissa was pretty engrossed in what was going on. Shit, I would be too if I wasn't being masturbated by her little sister... . As this went on, I at first assumed she was going to tease me for the length of the movie, up to the most embarrassingly awkward point where she could take me, then stop, just so as to be able to cruelly kid me about it the next day. I honestly think that might've been her intention as well... But somewhere along the line, she must've begun to lose herself to intoxicating power she must've surely experienced --a corruptive control she now exercised over a hopeless, futilely-resisting man. Who just happened to be her big sister's fiancé. All my brief hopes of thinking that I would somehow be able to take the blanket and make my escape, hiding my hardness along the way, vanished quite quickly. It was then that it fully dawned on me that not only did Kaylee possibly want more than just to tease me, but that she might actually succeed in making me cum. And it didn't take long for me to realize that there was no way I could hold out until the film was over. Whether it was actually her skill or if it was just the charged situation and my unrelenting horniness of the day, this girl was fucking amazing. Melissa had since passed back the snack sack to me. I didn't really need the bag to conceal the undulating unrest being carefully coerced in my crotch region by her kid sister. But certainly, I had been happy to hold it over my lap, just so, to serve in addition to the blanket as extra visual cover against any odd movements that might catch Melissa's notice. But, whenever held over my lap, Kaylee would riskily use the extra-coverage opportunity to pump me very very slightly more vigorously than otherwise. I noticed she'd take some precaution though in that she'd cunningly deflect attention from my unsteady handling of the bag by using her free hand to grab a small handful of popcorn during these brief, slightly speeded-up stroking sessions. But this deviously depraved temptress could not leave well enough alone -- she just had to sensuously torment me with her deliberate, seemingly-harmless exclamations. "...Mmm, I looove it when it's warm like this. Thanks --hope you don't mind me helping myself to your snack, sis!" she'd declare softly, almost cooing, as if consideration of Melissa's concentration on the ongoing movie dialogue. But her cooing only served to enhance her exploits... --her curled fingers would reach into the sack for more popcorn, "accidentally" drop a kernel, reach back in to pull it out... repetitively... --forcing me to visualize what her other hand was already doing beneath the down. Smirking, while pantomiming all this, obviously relishing in her duplicity. Or sighing, "Ooooh, just can't stop", as she would dig into the sack for another small handful, while what she really couldn't stop was rubbing me out. Another smirk. And, "I'm going to take it all, Peter", grabbing a larger-than-normal handful of popcorn, even as she momentarily ramped up her rubbing rate, before dropping back down to a diabolically drawn-out measure. The intermittent fast- and slow- tempo only heightened my sensory overload. I can't believe Melissa hasn't found us out yet! Oh my god --Melissa can't find us out! But my fiancée remained utterly ignorant of the genital gamesmanship going on under her nose, and paid no heed to any of Kaylee's ostensibly harmless remarks, other than to hiss out a bugged "Shhh!" a few times, her eyes undeviatingly set on the movie. Melissa took the bag back from me without looking, as I tried to endure, in bothered squirming pleasure, Kaylee's last tempo change. After playing with me for a few more minutes, teasing the head, and forcing me to tense all my leg muscles not to react to her manipulations, she went to focusing solely on the base. She mercilessly tugged and jerked me there, and it didn't take long to figure out that her final countdown to my total submission had begun. She was unrelenting; the more she did it, the more I felt an orgasm building up behind my cock. Jesus, how is she so good at this... I tried to hold it back, but it was pointless. My heart stopped in momentary fear as she looked at me, then over me, to Melissa, smiling, "So, Mel, how do like it so far?" "Shhh! Don't be like that -always taking through a movie! ", Melissa whispered loudly, concentrating on the flat screen. An extended shot showing the smolderingly-hot villainess sinisterly approach the window while the teens were in coitus was fully entrancing her. Eyes fixated on the TV, Melissa's hand absentmindedly sought and found mine, clasping firmly in search of reassurance as the tension playing on the scene grew. Confident her sister was too preoccupied to pay her any attention, Kaylee glowered momentarily at Melissa's hand-holding of me, sideways glancing at length at her engagement ring as it sparkled in the dimmed living room lights. She then cocked her neck slightly, to turn to me. "What about you, Peter?", she asked conspiratorially, softly, as she nonchalantly continued her incredibly unhurried stroking, "How are you liking it so far?" The innocent tone of her metaphorical question was belied by a mischievous grin. She crinkled her nose and her naturally-captivating eyes narrowed into unnaturally-mesmerizing slits. The tip of a moist tongue played in an upward curve against her pearly teeth. It was a performance against which my will had no sufficient defense. My voice caught in my throat. I grunted rather than answered, still fighting off the inevitable. Kaylee turned back to the TV, continuing her hidden handiwork. The urge kept rising and rising. I kept biting the back of my tongue. My breathing was shallow, my cheeks flushed. This was, bar none, the most twisted moment of my life. As I sensed myself approaching the point of no return, I ashamedly felt my hips faintly thrust to Kaylee's rhythm. She noticed it, chuckled softly, pretending it was something in the movie scene that amused her; she gave me a naughty squeeze in rewarding gratitude, not missing a beat in her steady stimulating rhythm at all. Kaylee started up her seemingly indifferent annoying little-sister conversation again, all the while continuing her unnoticed but purposeful manipulation of my manhood. "Wanna know what happens next, sis?", she probed innocently, looking straight at the screen. "Hush!", Melissa quickly whispered, oblivious to the sick, wanton activity under the blanket we all shared. Her eyes remained glued to the screen as well. Kaylee smiled in gleeful anticipation, not looking at either of us, as her tortuously slow milking kept on. And on. "Welllll, I know what's going to happen next..." she whispered back in defiance to her sister. "What about you, Peter? We both know what's going to happen next, don't we?", she half-whispered, half-breathed, in a voice that dripped with lecherous promise only I was meant to pick up on. Her attention remained fixed on the movie. It struck me she was timing her agonizingly erotic extraction efforts to the bedroom action on the screen. "Shhhh!!", my fiancée half-loudly interrupted, answering for me, still captivated by the movie. The scene was just at the point where the couple would, predictably, simultaneously moan out loud in final bliss while, as predictably, the villainess would appear out of nowhere. Melissa's one hand moved toward her mouth to cover it in mounting aroused horror, while her other hand more tightly gripped mine. Meanwhile, Kaylee's clandestine coaxing was inexorably making me approach the point where I'd be unable to do anything but yield my cream. Still not looking at either Melissa or me, she whispered as half-loudly back, in both cheeky insolence and wicked suggestiveness, "The big finish is coming up, sis". She almost giggled. "It's going to be ohhh soooooh explosive". My heart almost jumped out of my throat at hearing her sly innuendo. I glanced over at Melissa; she still had not caught on, and ignored Kaylee's last movie commentary this time with no sisterly admonition to keep quiet. Melissa's eyes were still glued on the screen. Look forward. Don't look at her. I couldn't help it. I cautiously turned my gaze over to Kaylee. I noticed her chest was slightly heaving from excitement. Her lips were parted open as she breathed. She noticed me and slyly turned her face to look into mine. Her eyes bored into me with a look of sultry confidence. I swallowed hard, trying not to tremble from the building crescendo between my legs. Multiple things happened all at once, yet very slowly. The villainess had sensuously slithered to the foot of the bed. The oblivious teen couple was on the cusp of orgasm. Melissa half-covered her eyes at the suspense, mouth agape in dread, whispering "Oh god. I think I'm going to scream". My own jaw fell open, concurrently, as I felt a pressure-built climax literally percolating, ready to burst through my gland's weakened walls. "Oh god," I struggled to whisper-grunt as quietly as I could help it, looking at Kaylee pleadingly. Who knows whether I was begging her to stop, or to finally finish me off? -- "I think I'm going to c-..." She cut me off with her damning signature look: one delicately arched eyebrow rising sexily as she casually continued her incredibly slow stroking, punctuated with that teasing practiced facial expression, a pleading look, with her mouth a small "O", as if begging for my surrender to release, before breaking into a toying smile. She pursed her lips, blowing me a "Shhhh..." That look, that "shhhh", along with the warm fleshy ring of Kaylee's encircled thumb and forefingers making their final persuasive pumps on my throbbing member, did me in. She didn't let up, and the first thick rope of jism shot out of me and into the inside of my jammies. My eyes rolled back in ecstasy. I clamped my mouth shut and did my best to unsuccessfully stifle a groan. Simultaneously, the teens cried out in well-acted pleasured unison as they hit their own frenzied apex. The villainess popped of seemingly nowhere herself, resplendent in her terrifying sexual demoness glory. Melissa gave a small shriek in surprise. Our interlaced fingers gripped each others' suddenly more tightly, more so on my part, even as Kaylee's carnal finger friction on my shaft further drew out unending amounts of my copious emission. I used the momentary confusion engendered by the ongoing movie scene chaos to give in to an overwhelming primal need to bury my tool deeper into the tight seal of her fist. My hips moved of their own accord, discreetly thrusting forward a few times into her hand, as I continued to grind my teeth to hold back orgasmic whimpers even as I shot my seed again and again. Kaylee herself seemed to struggle with wanting to cry out in amused victory at this point, that wicked smile which only I could notice seemed to threaten to explode into disdainful laughter. She kept it together though, silently tugging at the base of my cock, squeezing me as it pulsed with each new spurt into my clothes. My fiancée didn't even exist to me at that moment... there was no thought of upcoming wedding in my mind... it was immaterial that I was engaged, or that my clueless wife-to-be was holding my hand that moment... --the only thing that engaged me fully was the incredibly mind-blowing, toe-curling sensation of my release. And, moments later, I had another realization: a dimly-recognized amazement that I was still continuing to massively spew. Continuously. With skilled cruelty, Kaylee interminably prolonged my agony, sustaining the volcanic churning and release of my ball butter. Shutting my eyes in ecstasy and embarrassment, I felt myself soak my sleepwear, cum trickling down on her hand, on my thigh, possibly everywhere under the blanket around the perimeter of my still-pulsating penis. Even when it was all over, Kaylee continued to squeeze me a few times, then give me a series of imperceptively quick, frenetic strokes, followed by slow, lengthy pumping. And she'd repeat this, again and again. All the while keeping to the appearance of holding all her attention on the film's various converging, concluding plot-lines. Kaylee certainly looked during the final minutes of the movie at least as attentive as Melissa was... --from the corner of an eye near-blinded in thoughtless bliss, I saw that my betrothed remained in her blithe still-unaware state. The only giveaway to Kaylee's fiendishly sinful behavior was that terribly wicked smile she knew I was struggling to ignore. Finally, thankfully, Kaylee invisibly removed her hand from my lap and left me alone. I sat there in between both girls, completely humiliated, barely in control of the post-release spasms that wracked my body. I just let my fiancée's little sister jack me off... right fucking next to her. And I'll be damned if it wasn't the most extended, most sublimely intense orgasm I've ever had in my life. IV The final musical score began to play its first wailing notes, signaling the near-end of the film and setting the atmosphere for the heroine's mandatory soliloquy and the upcoming roll of credits. Melissa sat silently, wrapped-up in drained thought, recovering from the film's unexpected happy ending. Meanwhile, I, too, sat in spent silence, near-drained and unable to hold a clear thought, barely recovering from my own happy endings. Only Kaylee seemed overly animated, looking very much like the cat that got the cream. Which she had, literally. My heart stopped when she looked past me to Melissa, half-singing, "Think there's still some 'pop' left in Peter's sack?" Melissa passed the near-empty popcorn bag over without looking, still taking in the cheesy final narration of the film's sole survivor. With that same hand that had effortlessly broke my floodgates and brought me low, Kaylee delicately took a last morsel into her open mouth, chewed playfully, and licked off her fingers slowly while locking her eyes on mine with a half-sated hunger, smiling "Mmmmm. Thanks for sharing. Looove your private butter." At those teasing words, my face contorted into a mask of embarrassingly unexpected euphoria, while my body gave an involuntary twitch; my erection had let loose an unbidden sudden squirt, on its own. She let out a very soft squeal of pleasure, fully cognizant of what had just happened to me under the blanket, untouched. Melissa finally snapped to attention and looked away from the credits to us, quizzical and confused. After the movie was finally over, Kaylee was first to telegraph movement, as if starting to get up off the couch. She stretched and twisted her back while still seated in place. I noted with a wary sideways glimpse at her that she had a malicious twinkle in her eye, as if she was planning something. She knew I was still stealing glances at her at that moment, even as I was apprehensive at being found out by her sister. The movie's over, Melissa's right here, I can't appear to be looking at her, so there's nothing else she can do, right? It occurred to me, just from her look, that she wanted to see if, hands-free, she could get me to spill again. My fearful speculation was not far off. Melissa was now preoccupied again, busy with the remote and flicking through the movie's easter eggs; Kaylee and I had seen the movie before, so it must've appeared not at all out of place to Melissa that we would not be interested in those bonus features a second time. Kaylee assessed her sister's preoccupation, then, satisfied, dramatically arched her back again, while giving me an impish glance that failed to hide a palpable depraved ambition. Her enticing last stretch almost seemed to cause her taut teats to tear through her shirt. She pulled the blanket off her, seductively bending her torso to rub her foot, as if to get some circulation back in her. Not only did this well-designed titillation draw my discreet attention to her superbly-shaped legs, but her intentional arched lean forward bestowed me another long inconspicuous look --through those over-sized arm holes-- at the profile of her exquisitely-shaped shirt puppies. Not freakishly oversized for her frame to be off-putting, not too small to be uninteresting either --shit, just naturally perfect, I gulped in hardened admiration. Suspended, they swayed and jiggled gently with her every leisured massage of her leg. A wide beguiling smile played on Kaylee's face; she knew I was using my peripheral vision to take in every bit of her. Oh. Oh no fuck. Fuck me. Really? I vainly tried to weather her alluring undulations, but even without a hand on me, this harlot somehow had her hooks in my happy spot -- I shut my eyes, tried to erase the image of her orgasmic expression from my imagination, and valiantly fought to deny eruption of even a dribble, to no avail. From the agonized lump in my throat and transient pulsing tremors on my still-covered lap, she knew she had successfully wrung out a final reluctant gush from me. Kaylee left for the kitchen, beaming and shaking her head in disbelieving self-satisfied elation. She brought the empty popcorn bag with her, leaving me there with Melissa --my heart had been racing a mile a minute, not knowing what to say or do next. Praying that she didn't know what had happened... and that she wouldn't find out. I made damn sure my hands stayed in my lap, forcing the blanket on me so she wouldn't noticed my, um, guilt. Fuck fuck fuck how do I get out of this? After letting me awkwardly stew for a minute, me making strange wedding planning small talk with Melissa, Kaylee stepped half-way from the kitchen, asking for her help with something. As Melissa headed over, raving over Kaylee's rental choice, I heard her younger sister say guilessly, "Glad you liked it, sis. --Yeah, I just lost myself watching it, too. I can see myself playing that hot agent character. You know, doing secret seduction stuff, sneaking around, -the exciting hands-on work, undercover ...". She looked over to me, winking dirtily, as she said all that, emphasizing certain words naughtily. She made sure her older sister didn't catch her making eyes with me then. Melissa passed her at the entryway to the kitchen, so with my fiancée's back to both of us Kaylee was able to bid me a final goodnight just as I, on trembling rubber legs, started up from the couch to hobble a getaway: she mimicked a slow hand job in front of her parted lips, giving me that excruciatingly sexy 'signature look' of hers --one raised brow, an orgasm-imploring expression, a soft, partially-open mouth that broke into a taunting smirk. As she slowly swiveled to pad after my fiancée into the kitchen, she teasingly offered me a last long peek at her gently-swinging side-boob, giving me an arousing over-her-shoulder look, smiling as she softly articulated, "Welcome, Peter". (end of rebooted scene trailer) V