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The
Price of Silence, by Rob Morton (m/F, inc)
One
"Damn,
that guy can really write," I thought, shutting down the word processing
program I was using to read the latest story I'd downloaded from the
Internet. Even though I knew it was
just a figment of the author's imagination, it was very realistic to me, as
proved by the throbbing erection straining against the rough material of my
jeans.
As
the hot and juicy parts of the story continued to roam around in my head, I was
also aware of my hand squeezing the outline of my cock, sending wave after wave
of pleasure through me. At 15, my
hormones were already doing a number on me - and reading a very erotic story
didn't help matters much.
Quickly,
I stood and undid my pants, shoving my jeans and underwear down until they
pooled at my ankles, freeing my dick, which bobbed under it's own weight. I stood there for a moment, enjoying the
cool air on my hot flesh, eyeing my stiff member with a purpose.
I
reached down and wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft of my cock, sending
yet another wave of pleasurable sensations racing through me. Sighing, I eased back into my chair, my
fingers working up and down the shaft of my cock. The characters of the story appeared in my mind's eye, adding
their enticing adventures to the flurry of illicit scenes in my mind.
I
opened my eyes and gazed down at my hand, looking at my cock... a cock the guys
in gym class razzed me about every chance they got. A freakishly long shaft jutted up from the ash-blonde nest of
pubic hair, topped by an even more freakishly large cock knob - hence the
unkind nickname of "Horse Dick" bestowed upon me by my less-endowed
classmates.
"Fuck
'em," I murmured as the wonderful feelings began to increase. A dollop of pre-cum glistened in the
afternoon sunlight and I used a finger from my free hand to collect it, sucking
the salty nectar into my mouth noisily.
I
was well on my way to a delightful orgasm when I was distracted by a large
splash. Oh, well, I didn't want to come
right then anyway, so I got up and went to my window, which overlooked the
backyard and the above-ground pool. My
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Even
though our yard was protected from prying eyes by a large, twelve-foot fence, I
had a ringside seat as Janet swam over to the inflatable raft and climbed
aboard, rivers of water cascading off her naked body.
I
began to jack myself off with a real purpose, my eyes flicking from Janet's
34-C breasts to the blonde thatch of hair between her legs. Before this moment, I'd never seen my 18
year-old sister in anything other than bra and panties and I wasn't about to let
the moment pass.
Below
me, Janet shifted on the raft, her shapely legs parting and exposing more of
her pussy as she toyed with her nipples, pinching and squeezing them for a few
moments before letting her hand trail down to her stuff.
"Oh,
wow," I breathed, watching my sister sliding her finger into her
gash. "Oh, wow!" My hand was a blur as I jerked off to the
unbelievable scene of my sister jerking off in the pool, my knees on the verge
of buckling. My nuts began to tighten
as that weird feeling began to work its way through my whole body.
Even
in the grip of my fist, my cock began to swell, the head all dark and purple
with pre-cum oozing out. I saw Janet
begin to twitch on the raft, her legs trembling as she got herself off-it was
too much for my overworked mind and body to deal with.
"Oh,
shit," I cursed as the first jet of sperm shot from the knob of my cock,
splattering against the curtain. My own
knees wobbled and shook as the second spurt flowed out, thick and creamy, onto
my pumping hand.
"Ooh,
yeah, yeah, cumming," I chanted, lost in the throes of my best orgasm to
date. As the last of my jizz bubbled
out, I opened my eyes to see where Janet was-only to find she wasn't in the
pool.
Two
I
was a bit disappointed-but not ungrateful for the show Janet had provided
me. As I cleaned up my spermy mess, a
pang of jealousy shot through me, thinking about how lucky Brad Davis, Janet's
boyfriend, was. I knew he was fucking
her and, for a moment, I found myself wishing it was me instead of him.
I
tossed the wad of tissue into the trash can next to my desk; I was about to
pull my pants up when Janet barged into my room, one towel wrapped around her
body, another fashioned as a turban on her head.
"Just
what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Janet asked, her face a mask of
obvious anger.
"Huh?"
I replied, my pants only pulled halfway up, semi-erect prick still dangling -
and dripping juice.
"I
saw you looking at me, you little pervert," Janet said furiously, pointing
at the window. "I saw what you
were doing, too!"
Despite
still being exposed, my sister's outburst was enough to jolt me out of my
initial shock. "Yeah? Well, I saw what you were doing, too,"
I countered, watching Janet's face go two shades redder.
"I'm
gonna tell Mom on you," Janet threatened, waggling a fist in my direction.
"Really? Is that before or after I tell her you were
in the pool again... only naked this time?"
Janet
looked as if she was on the verge of having a stroke.
"Or,"
I continued, taking advantage of the moment, "Is that before or after I
tell her and Dad about you, Brad and Peggy fucking in their bed the other
day?"
"You
wouldn't dare," Janet hissed.
"Maybe
I would, maybe I wouldn't. Just the
same, dear sister, it looks like we have a stand-off here," I said, taking
a moment to stuff my cock back into my pants.
Janet's
eyes followed the motion, her eyes going wide for a moment as she caught a
glimpse of my meat before it went into hiding.
"Okay, you win," she finally said. "What's this gonna cost me?"
"What?" I asked, stupefied.
"What's
it gonna cost me for you to keep your mouth shut about what went on in Mom's
room?"
"I
don't know," I said, finally catching on to what she was saying. "The price could be a little too high
for you."
"Try
me," Janet said, somehow managing to keep her rage in check.
Not
only was she three years older, but she was bigger and a lot stronger than she
looked. Hell, I might have the
advantage now, but I knew better than to push Janet too far.
"Let's
forget it, okay?" I asked.
"We both keep our mouths shut and everything is cool-deal?"
"Oh,
no," Janet said, eyeing me warily.
"I'd rather pay you off than have you holding this over my
head!"
"A
little paranoid, aren't we?" I quipped, watching the beads of water roll
off Janet's shoulders and be collected by the towel.
"What's
your price, Darren?" Janet asked, her voice both annoyed and dangerous.
As
I pondered her question, the vision of her lying naked on the raft and
fingering herself popped into my head.
I'd heard that everyone had a price - and I think I just found
mine. Now, all I had to do was collect
it without losing any teeth...
"Like
I said, the price might be a little steep for you, Sis," I said, turning
to face her.
"Let
me be the judge of that. Name it!"
"First,
let me ask you a question," I said.
"What?"
"I
didn't see what was going on in Mom's room, but did you, ah, did you..."
"Did
I what?"
"Did
you suck Peggy's pussy?" I blurted.
"What
kind of question is that and why should I answer it?"
"You
wanted to know my price, didn't you?
Well, answering the question is part of it-call it a down payment."
I
had her - and Janet knew it as she blew out a breath of air. "Yeah, I did-so what?"
"Oh,
nothing," I said, trying to form the image of my sister muff-diving in my
mind. "I was just curious 'cause
there was a lot of noise coming out of the room that day - and I knew it wasn't
Brad."
"How
do you know that?" Janet asked, eyeing me suspiciously.
"Does
'Eat her pussy, Janet' sound familiar?
Seems to me he couldn't have been eating her and talking at the same
time."
"Fucking
pervert," Janet said, her face turning redder more out of embarrassment
than anything else.
"Whatever,"
I said, enjoying the moment.
"So
let's cut to the chase, Darren-name the price for your silence!"
"Okay,
okay. You know, I was thinking..."
Three
"No
way! No fucking way!" Janet said,
her eyes as wide as dinner plates.
"Hey,
you wanted to know my price," I said, holding up my hands. "I never said anything about money."
"I'll
give you $50," Janet said, her voice trembling a little.
"No
deal."
"One
hundred dollars," Janet countered.
The promise of a C-note sounded good-but I had a different form of
currency in mind.
"You
should leave," I said nodding at the door.
"Darren,
I'm not going to fuck you to keep you quiet," Janet said.
"That's
my price, Jan - take it or leave it."
I was doing my best to maintain my cool on the outside while, on the
inside, I was shaking like a leaf.
"No,
uh-uh, not even," Janet said.
"I'd rather get in trouble with Mom and Dad."
"Have
it your way," I said, turning to my desk and picking up the phone.
"Hold
on," Janet said. "Who are you
calling?"
"Mom,"
I answered, slowly punching in our mother's work number. "Might as well let her know what's been
going on while her and Dad are at work."
I held the phone to my ear, listening to the ringing on the other end.
"You
didn't call her," Janet said, trying to convince herself that I was
bluffing.
"The
phone's ringing," I said.
"You wanna hear it?"
"You're
bluffing, Darren," Janet said, a wild, desperate look in her eyes."
"Yeah? Well, you keep right on thinking that,"
I answered, enjoying the power I now held over my older sister. "Hello? May I speak to Mrs. Edwards?
This is her son, Darren. Okay,
thanks."
I
hummed to myself as the operator put me on hold. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Janet struggling with
herself; she didn't know whether to give in to my demands or kill me right on
the spot. Of course, I was hoping it
was the former - Janet punched like a guy!
"Finance,
Mrs. Edwards," came my mother's voice.
"Hi,
Mom," I said into the mouthpiece, watching the color drain from my
sister's face.
"Hi,
baby!" my mother said, happy to hear my voice. "Is everything okay?"
"Oh,
everything's just peachy," I said, watching Janet turning around in
circles. I tried not to laugh as I
spoke to our mother again. "I just
wanted to call you and tell you something."
"Tell
me what, sweetie?"
"It's
about Janet," I said, looking directly at my sister. The look of defeat was written all over her
face as she slowly unwrapped her towel, exposing her lovely body to me.
"What
about her? Is she okay?"
"She's
fine," I said, meaning it in more ways than one. "It's just that she did something the other day I thought
you'd want to know about."
Janet's
eyes widened at my words, letting her towel plop wetly to the floor. "Darren, don't," she whispered,
her voice pleading.
"What
did she do?" my mother asked, a note of worry creeping into her voice.
"You
remember when she was home the other day?" I asked as Janet came over to
me and got onto her knees, pulling my pants and underwear down. I heard her gasp slightly as she pulled my
cock out.
"Yeah? What about it? Darren, what's going on?"
I didn't answer my mother right away, instead, I looked into Janet's
periwinkle-blue eyes-then down at my cock.
"She
did the dishes, not me," I lied as Janet's mouth slipped over the knob of
my cock.
"You
called me to tell me that?" my mother asked and I almost groaned in her
ear as Janet sucked on my large knob.
"Put Janet on the phone!"
"Here,"
I said, passing the phone down.
"Mom wants to talk to you."
"Hi,
Mom," Janet said, her voice wavering a little as her hand pumped my cock
into full erection. "Okay, Mom, I
will." Janet handed me back the
phone and returned to, ahem, the task at hand.
"You
two behave yourselves, okay?" Mom said.
"Don't
worry, Mom - we will. 'Bye!" I let the phone drop to the floor and
concentrated on the delightful feelings Janet was laying on me.
"Lie
down on the bed," Janet said, her voice deep and husky.
I
did as she instructed, feeling the bed quiver as Janet climbed in next to me. She knelt with her back to me, giving me an
eyeful of her blonde, furry nest, sucking my cock into her mouth again.
"Oh,
shit, yeah, Janet," I whispered, running my hands along her bare
backside. "Damn, that feels so
fucking good!"
"Hmmph,"
came Janet's muffled reply as she struggled to get more of my cock into her
mouth and throat, her tongue and teeth rasping along my long - but thin member.
I
don't know how long I laid there, with my sister blowing me for all she was
worth, before I decided to get in on the action myself. Using my hand, I tugged on Janet's hips,
trying to position her so that I could get my mouth on her. It took a couple of seconds, but Janet
finally straddled me, shoving her snatch into my face.
I
flicked my tongue into her honey-coated folds, lapping up the droplets of
girl-juice that had formed there; on top of me - and with her mouth full of
cock-Janet moaned in approval as I continued to explore her heated flesh.
Because
of the size and shape of my cock, I didn't get a lot of pussy; most girls would
freak out once they saw my erection, which pretty much looked like a long stick
with a big ball on top of it. Those who
didn't freak and felt up to the challenge usually never got more than an inch
or two of me inside them before crying out that they couldn't take any
more. So, in most cases, I'd had to
settle for either a hand or blow job... but I got to eat the pussy. That's when those girls would find out that
my tongue was just as long as my dick.
Well, not really, but it was pretty long.
And
I knew how to use it, too, as I demonstrated to my sister by sliding a good
inch and a half of tongue into her cunt.
I could hear Janet moan as my tongue violated her, the vibrations in her
throat sending little chills through me.
Grabbing
Janet's hips, I tongue-fucked the shit out of her, taking a break every few
licks to suck on Janet's clit. Above
me, Janet writhed in pleasure, her hips grinding against my face in an attempt
to keep my tongue in one place long enough for her to get off.
Shit,
I wanted her to get off, too, wanted to taste her juices and feel them flowing
over my lips and tongue.. Taking a deep breath, I made my tongue as stiff as I
could and plunged it into my sister's hole as hard and as deep as I could.
"Shit!"
Janet cursed, sitting up and allowing my cock to fall onto my stomach with a
dull thud. "Shit, oh, shit, oh,
shit, oh, damn..." Janet rocked
her bottom on my face; it hurt like hell when her pussy started to clamp down
on my tongue - but the hot flow of her juices wiped the pain out of my mind,
just as her screams of pleasure were like music to my ears.
"Fuck
me! Fuck me now!" Janet pleaded,
falling off of my face onto her back.
"Stuff me with that motherfucker!"
Without
bothering to answer, I clambered between Janet's flailing legs, grasping my hardness
with one hand and guiding the thick knob to her opening.
"C'mon,
Darren! Fuck me with that monster! Tear me apart with it!"
I
took an extra moment to smear some of her juices on the head of my dick (and to
tease her clitty with it) before starting to push myself into her. Janet's eyes flew open as the thick, bulbous
head of my meat spread her wide.
"Oh,
my God! Jesus, Darren! Take it out! It hurts!" Janet
screamed, thrashing under me and trying to escape.
"Oh,
no, Janet," I rasped back at her, capturing her legs and holding them high
and wide as I speared her pussy. I
watched in fascination at the knob of my cock disappeared into my sister's
snatch, followed by inch after inch of cock shaft until I felt myself bumping
into her cervix.
"OH,
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" Janet cursed, her pussy already spasming around my
invading member, showering my balls with a heavy load of cream.
"He
can't help you," I said, withdrawing a little and plunging back into
Janet. I wasn't going to waste time
doing it slow, oh, no, I wanted to give it to Janet really good, good enough to
make her forget about Brad or any other guy.
I set a blistering pace inside Janet's overstuffed box as I pounded my
sister, taking great joy in making her scream over and over as she came again
and again.
"Come
in me," Janet said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please come in me!"
Hearing
her pleading with me to come was enough to push me over the edge; I lost my
mind as I began to pump my seed into Janet.
"Ughn! Ah, shit..." I groan, feeling my cock
heave as more and more sperm flowed into my sister's cunny, my cock jerking
hard with each spurt of jizz.
"Ooh,
yeah, fill me up, Darren! Fill my pussy
with your spunk!"
Hell,
I had filled her to overflowing already, feeling the warm, thick liquid flowing
back out of her and escaping around the thin shaft of my cock. Shit, even as I pulled out of her, I was
still coming, a few stray jets of stuff plopping onto her heaving stomach.
Four
Drained,
I rolled onto my back, feeling like I deposited a year's worth of jizz into my
sister's cooze. We laid there for a
couple of minutes, both of us catching our breath. I was feeling a little guilty.
Not because I had just fucked my sister, but because I sorta blackmailed
her into it. Well, shit, she put the
idea in my head in the first place, so I guess it was both of our faults. But, damn, it was worth it! I turned my head and found Janet looking at
me, her eyes twinkling.
"Consider
the price met and paid," I said, kissing her on the cheek.
"Oh,
I don't think so," Janet said, rolling on top of me and grabbing my
semi-erect prick.
"Say
what?" I gasped as my sister literally stuffed my cock into her again,
this time made easy by the mess I'd left behind.
"Now
I'm gonna have to pay you to keep quiet about this," Janet said, smiling
wickedly. "And, of course, I'll
have to keep buying your silence about the next time, and the time after
that."
As
Janet used her skills to work us both into a sexual frenzy, I laid back
happily, a true believer that silence is golden.
Finis
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