Friday

The hot Summer’s sun shines brightly upon my sleeping face, prompting me to awake as my mother slowly walks toward me and gently shakes my shoulder,

“Come on, honey, wake up. You don’t want to be late for school.”

I groan aloud as I stretch my arms and legs wide, my eyes drowsily opening. Wearing only boxer shorts, my morning wood pitches a large tent at my crotch.

“You might want to take care of that first,”

she laughs.

“Yes, mother,”

I reply, slightly irked. Smiling, my mother ruffles my hair and leaves my room, shutting the door behind her. I lazily force myself up and off my bed, then into my adjoining bathroom. Still drowsy, I splash cold water into my face, grab my phone and stand by the toilet. I get rid of my shorts, take hold of my stiff penis, turn on one of the porn videos I have downloaded and get down to business, literally.

I make my way down the stairs, into the kitchen, wearing a white t-shirt, navy denims and a pair of black sneakers. At 18, I was 6’2″ tall, had a rather large build, muscled, though not ‘bodybuilder-ripped’. My hazel eyes and dark brown hair seemed to compliment my looks. Oh and about the dimensions I am sure you are desperate to know, it’s a little more than seven inches long and about six inches going around.

“What’s to eat, Mum?”

My mother took the seat opposite me as she served our food.

“Sausages, eggs and your favourite, milk.”

I smile as we begin to dig into our breakfast.

“How are things going with you and Stacey?”

“Okay, I guess. We’ve been arguing a lot recently.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. Arguments are part of every relationship.”

“Indeed, doctor Phil, or should I say Phyllis?,”

we laugh.

The bell rang as we made our way out of fifth period English. My best friend, James, alongside as we strode through the bustling halls of our college.

“Yo, D, did you see Ms Tyler’s chest today? I don’t even show that much cleavage during gym class. Not that I’m complaining, though. Those tits are heavenly.”

We both laughed at the thought, slash, fantasy of Ms Tyler’s breasts. Out of the corner of my eye, I see my girlfriend walk into the ladies’ room.

“J, uhhh, I’ll meet you in a bit, okay? Just gotta take care of something,”

I say as I inconspicuously move toward the entrance to the female toilets. Making sure nobody saw me, I enter. It’s empty, the doors to all the stalls open, except for one. I knock twice and before me, is my baby. Stacey and I have been together for two years now, but we’ve recently been on edge about things.

“Hey, baby,”

I smile as I hug her tightly, lifting her up. I plant a quick peck on her lips and her face is beaming. Stacey is, in a word, cute. 5’6″, honey-blond, shoulder-length hair, striking blue eyes, natural b-cup breasts and long, smooth legs that lead up to a round ass. As a person? Chirpy, fun, naughty.

“So, guess what day it is?”

She asks enthusiastically.

“Friday?”

I ask, hesitating.

“No, idiot. Guess again,”

she straightens her face as she play punches my chest.

“You’re off your period?”

The stare she gave me would have killed Darth Vader.

“One last chance and you better get it right this time or I am going to be very upset with you.”

I smile as I pull a a small box from my backpack, gift-wrapped, with a small, hand-written note on it and hand it to her.

“Happy anniversary, baby!”

She screams and begins jumping around,

“You remembered.”

“Of course I did. How could I not?”

“Thank you so much, babe,”

she says as she wraps her arms around me and holds me tight, our lips meeting in a warm kiss.

“No more arguments. I don’t like being upset with you,”

I say as we hold each other.

“I promise,”

she replies.

“Umh, my gift is a little more, different.”

“What is it?”

“Well…”

She says seductively as she slowly slodes my backpack off my shoulders, then slides her hand down my torso and rubs my penis over my jeans.

“Stace, we’re in school. And in the women’s bathroom.”

“Shhh,”

she whispers, as she takes my hand and slides it inside her denim shorts, under her panties and right on her warm, moist pussy. She begins to rub my fingers over it.

“Fuck it. I want you now.”

I say as I slide a finger inside her snatch and tickle her insides. Our lips touch and while kissing, slowly part to allow our tongues to meet, to wrestle. She begins to unbutton and unzip my denim, bunching it at my ankles. She then pulls my underwear down, revealing my hardening, excited young cock. A moan escapes her lips as we kiss passionately, while her hands stroke my cock ever so gently. I pull my hand out from her pussy, my finger dripping with juices. I slide her shorts and panties down her silky legs, baring her hot pussy to the fuzzy air.

I grab her thighs and lift her up, pressing her against the stall and she guides my dick into her as I push forward, my cock filling her tight cunt.

“Mmm, yes baby, your cock feels so good inside of me.”

I begin to slowly thrust into and out of her, building up my pace. Soon, I am fucking my cock into her pussy, the slapping of our crotches echoing across the room.

“Oh yes, fuck me hard, baby, fuck me so hard.”

I pick up my speed, lifting her thighs onto my shoulders, making her pussy even more tight and giving me more space to pound into her. I slam my cock into her pussy, that pussy, that fits around my cock like a glove, putting pressure on ever inch I push deeper into her, while she feels my every vein.

“Fuck me! Oh, please keep fucking me like this, baby. Yes, your cock is so good. Fill my cunt with your meat.”

Stacey was always a gutter-mouth, but her dirty talk drove me to fuck her harder, faster, with more desire.

“Fuck this pussy. Slam your big cock into my tight cunt, baby, you’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard.”

I set her down against the shut toilet seat, bent onto my knees and continued hammering into her, eliciting moans of joy from her. I bring her legs together, holding then before me as this puts even more pressure on my throbbing cock, bringing her and I, closer to orgasm.

“Fuck my cunt, baby, I’m gonna cum so fu-fuck-I’m fucking cummimg on your fucking cock!”

She exclaimed as I felt a jet of liquid shoot against my cock, still ramming into her sensitive pussy. Her hands are both latched onto her breasts, pinching and squeezing her nipples as she peaks. The sensation, her words, the sight before me, all bringing me to orgasm. I pull out of her and as I do, a trail of her clear, sticky, sweet cum drips to the floor.

She gets on her knees, grabs my cock with both hands and strokes it, before shoving it down her throat. She licks her tongue across the underside of my cock, her lips slurping on it’s base, while with her free hand, she fondles and plays with my balls. I feel an eruption approaching and press her head right on my cock, as I shoot rope after rope of thick, hot, creamy cum against the back of her throat.

As I drive my car into the driveway, I see my mother’s car already parked. Weird, mum is rarely home before me. I make my way into the house, locking the door behind me and throwing my bag on the floor next to the door.

“Mum, I’m home.”

I call out, but she doesn’t reply. I pour myself a chilled glass of water and quickly use the toilet, then change into a shorts. I walk upstairs to her room, but as I’m nearing it, I hear voices laughing. The door, slightly ajar, allows me to peek inside. There lies my mother on her bed, with her laptop on her lap and tears in her eyes, a video of her and my father playing. My dad died a year ago, in a plane crash over the pacific. Although we’d learnt to cope without him being there, there were days when one of us would remember him, miss him. This was one of those for my mum.

I knocked at the door,

“Mum, are you okay?”

I asked as I sit beside her and wrap my arm around her shoulder, bringing her closer to me.

“I-I’m-I’m fine, honey, I was just missing your father. I feel so alone sometimes.”

She tells me between sobs and rests her head on my chest. My arm still around her, I pat her head gently.

“Hey, young lady, you’ve got me, you’ve got Maddy. The two of us are always there for you. Don’t cry.”

She winds her arms around me, holding me in a warm embrace.

“Oh, I know, you and your sister are with me, but, I just miss him so much.”

“We all do, mum, but we have to learn to survive, to live, without him. Now come on, let’s get you to bed,”

I say as I lay her down on her bed, cover her with a thin sheet and put her to sleep. I give her a peck on her cheek and quietly leave her room, only to bump into my annoying sister, taking both of us down.

“Watch where you’re going, dumbass.”

She shouts as she gets herself back up, feeling her rear.

“Ow, that hurt.”

“I’m sorry, boo, I didn’t see you,”

I chuckle as I make a mock-concern face. She pushes me back and rolls her eyes.

“Very funny.”

I walk toward her, place my arm on her back and under her knees and lift her up, taking her to her room down the passage, where I set her down on her bed.

“Better?”

“Better.”

She confirms with a sweet smile. Maddison, my older sister, who I swear acts the younger of us two. 20, she is gorgeous. 5’8″ tall, rich brunette hair that extends to the small of her back, green eyes (that I am jealous she has) and a captivating smile. Yes, like all hormonal males in today’s age, I do occasionally check my sister out. Her c-cup breasts, and bubble-butt aren’t assets you could easily hide, especially when she walks around home, wearing short shorts and a crop top, no bra, I assume, because I did see her erect half-inch nipples through her top.

“How was work?”

I ask her as I jump on the bed and lay opposite her. She rests her feet on my torso and casually whistles.

“Work was good, same old. Though I did manage to get this guy’s number. He came in with his friends and looked so damn ho-“

“Yeah, I don’t really need to know how hot another guy is, thanks. As long as you’re safe and healthy and using protection, I’m good.”

“You should have been the 20-year-old, kid,”

She chuckles as she slides her feet lower down my torso, unknowingly nearing my crotch.

“How was school, kiddo?”

“School was good, same old,”

I mock her as she rolls her eyes and shifts closer to me, her feet now a few inches away from my penis.

“When do you get back to college?”

“I’ve got a week’s time, maybe two if I stretch it,”

she replies, still shifting nearer to me, her feet now right on my not-so-flacid penis. Though we both are so lost in the conversation, neither of us realises what’s happening. As she comes closer to tell me about something, her feet slide up and down my shaft, hardening my penis, stimulating me and before I can do something, her eyes fall on my hard cock, the head poking out the leg.

Both our eyes widen. My sister quickly sits up and faces the other way, while I jump out up and awkwardly try to cover the tent as I leave the room.

“I, uhhh, have, uhm, some-some home, stuff, work, homework to complete,”

I mumble as I clumsily leave sister’s room and wish I could rip my skin off my skeleton.

It’s midnight, I’m wrapping up some school work when I hear a faint sound. I cautiously stand up, grab my wooden baseball bat and check around the house. The sound seems to be coming from my sister’s room. As I move closer, the sounds seem muffled. Her door is slightly open and peeking through it, I see my sister laying on her bed, a satin sheet covering what appears to be spread legs and the smell of sex clouds the room. Realising what’s happening, I leave to my room, when I suddenly hear her moan,

“fuck me, little brother.”

My eyes widen, I almost drop the bat. Instinctively, I bolt for my room, shut the door tight and hit the bed and wonder if this was all a dream.

“What the fuck did I just hear?”

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