09-08-2021, 04:39 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-08-2021, 04:41 PM by Sleepychic.)
by La Papillon
I'd had an obsession with my sister's friend Isabelle ever since Isabelle's family moved into our neighborhood. There were very few girls my sister's age that lived near us so my sister naturally gravitated towards Isabelle. Since Isabelle was new and had no friends, the two of them became instant pals. My sister was a year older than her since both my sister and I had started school a year late. I was the same age as Isabelle but a grade lower and the grade difference always made her seem older than me.
Both of Isabelle's parents worked long hours to afford the new house they'd purchased near us and so Isabelle spent a great deal of time at our house. I can remember many nights of listening to her and my sister giggling in my sister's room over the latest boy that one of them had a crush on or that they suspected had a crush on one of them.
I myself was a short, skinny little nerd who was surely never the subject of any "crush talk" among any girls. And being as shy as I was, couldn't bring myself to express my infatuation with Isabelle. She was always nice to me but it was always in a basic "friend's brother" sort of way. So instead, for the next few years I sat by and watched boyfriends of my sister and Isabelle come and go and I had to content myself with only the dream of merely being so lucky as to hold Isabelle's hand for a brief moment.
Incidentally, Isabelle's family moved to our neighborhood right around the time I was entering puberty. What grabbed my attention about Isabelle was her features. Unlike most of the other girls I had seen up to this point in my life, who tended to be either cookie-cutter fair skinned blondes or brunettes, Isabelle was a light-caramel complexion Latin girl. Her beautiful dark brown, almost black hair framed a cute face containing the prettiest brown eyes I had ever seen. She had a slim but athletic frame and was an inch or two taller than my sister and a few inches taller than me. From her hips sprouted long, slim legs and higher up on her body were two seemingly flawless breasts slightly larger than oranges that I'd spend a growing amount of time jerking off to.
The next few years went by and I would lay in my bed listening to Isabelle's voice as she and my sister talked back and forth about their innocent, schoolgirl "sex" lives. Although they were 18 and 19 and finishing their final year of high school, neither had "gone all the way". The most that either had done was to allow a guy to feel them up. My cock would become instantly hard as I'd hear Isabelle describe an encounter of yet another guy who had been fortunate enough to put his hands on her tits over her clothes during a makeout session.
I constantly tried to match up my timing on Isabelle's showers whenever she took one at our house and I'd try to set myself up so that I'd be on my way in or out of my room as she went up the hall away from me. She'd come out and turn up the hall with her hair draped down over one of her shoulders and I'd pause and let my eyes wonder over her glistening upper back, down to her towel-covered ass, and down her pretty calves. I desperately wanted to see what her cleavage might look like with beads of water spread across it, but I dared not have Isabelle catch me eyeing her as she came from the shower.
Weekends were my favorite time of the week because if neither my sister or Isabelle had a date, they usually stayed at the house and watch movies. This gave me an opportunity to secretly gaze at Isabelle in one of her long nightshirts for an extended period of time. She and my sister would sit over on the couch in front of the TV and I'd take up a seat in the chair off to the side and scoot it back a couple inches so that with my head angled just right, I could quickly shift my eyes from the TV and over to glance at Isabelle's beautiful tits. Often times, judging from the light visibility of her nipples, she wasn't wearing a bra. I'd spend the entire movie trying to shift my hardened cock around in my pants knowing that only the thin material of her nightshirt separated me from seeing her wonderful globes.
When I wasn't ogling her nipples, I was letting my eyes drift over her bronze legs as they extended down from her nightshirt. On some lucky occasions I would even be able to steal peeks at her panty covered pussy whenever she and my sister had a huge laughing spell over a movie scene and would bounce into each other and kick their legs wildly. Between movies I'd race to my room and jack my cock with images of Isabelle's glorious body still fresh in my head. Cum would spill from my cock onto the carpet as I imagined myself spilling it all over Isabelle's chest.
As fate would have it, one day after gym class I overheard a conversation in the locker room between two guys. They were discussing some sort of drug that one of them had bought off the internet that he had tried out on a girl recently.
"Dude, I just sprinkled a little bit into a drink and after an hour it was on" he grinned.
"How long did it take?" the other asked.
"About an hour. After I was sure she was asleep I carried her up to my room and we got it on!" he said while slapping hands with his buddy.
I found my cock straining in my gym shorts and grabbed my nearby shirt to cover my lap as he went on to talk about how soft her tits felt against his face, how sweet her pussy tasted against his tongue and tight it felt around his cock.
I had never really imagined myself putting my mouth on the genitals of a girl mainly because the idea slightly disgusted me. But the guy's description about the girl's soft tits against his face definitely peaked my curiosity. I struggled to continue listening to the conversation as they lowered their voices but I was able to make out the internet address and quickly jotted it down on a scrap piece of paper. I figured I would only go to the site and read up about the powder and had no intentions of actually trying to buy it.
But I spent the rest of the school day I sitting in classes with my cock practically pounding, thinking about what it'd be like to have the ability to do whatever I wanted with a girl. My own "sexual" history had thus far been limited to the time one of my teachers caught me and a girl kissing on the playground in elementary school. The thought of actually seeing a girl naked and putting my hands on her was enough to keep me hard throughout the rest of the day and during the entire bus ride home.
I just about took the front door off its hinges as I got home and raced to our family's computer to check out the website. I was a little hesitant as I began to type in the web address. I started to remember the conversation my parents had had with my sister and I when they bought the computer. They specifically told us not to use it for checking out porn, going into chatrooms, or to use the computer for anything else that might be sexual in nature.
My fingers took on a life of their own and found the keys for the rest of the web address and away I went. My breath stopped as I waited to see whether a porn page would come up and I was relieved but slightly disappointed when a page came up for some kind of sleep research center. I scanned down the page wondering what the guy in the locker room had been talking about when he mentioned the drug.
Just as I was about to shut down the computer and go jack off before I did my homework, a link caught my eye near the bottom of the page. I went through it and finally stumbled upon what the guy had been talking about. The research site had partnered up with another site who was currently selling a powder that could be sprinkled into a glass of water or other drink before bed that would aid people who were having difficulty in sleeping. I read through a list of testimonials from people talking about how well it worked for them and how they'd often sleep so soundly that nothing during the night would wake them up.
I could hear my sister and Isabelle pulling up out front so I quickly shut down the computer and headed off to my room for my daily jerk off session. I listened to Isabelle's voice downstairs while picturing her laying topless across my bed as my hand raced up and down my cock. My mind drifted back to the sleeping powder as I imagined myself slapping my dick across her nipple briefly before resuming my hand's assault.
"Hey! Me and Isabelle are goin' to the mall, we'll be back later!" my sister called out.
"Bye bye!" I heard Isabelle yell up the stairs as I mentally blasted cum all over her tits.
After cleaning up, I began work on my homework but after a few minutes my mind was again on the sleeping powder. I decided to go back down to the computer and read more about it. I still had no true intention on trying to use something like that on Isabelle. Partly out of guilt, but more importantly out of the knowledge that doing so would be illegal.
But the days went by and my mind continued to dwell on it until one day I could no longer contain my curiosity and went to the post office for a money order and mailed off a purchase for a one month supply of the powder. I spent the next few weeks anxiously waiting for it to arrive but gradually became paranoid about the whole situation. Thoughts began to go through my mind of the FBI coming to the house to arrest me, after having monitored everyone who went to that site to purchase the sleeping powder. Then I began to wonder about whether the website was even a legit one in the first place. After all, how was I to know that they were selling sleeping powder and not regular kitchen flour.
Finally, on one afternoon as I made my way to the door I spotted a brown package by the door. It was finally here! I snatched it up and bounded up the stairs two at a time to my room where I mauled open the package. Under the brown wrapping was the website's name on a white box. Opening it, I found a small, clear container, partially filled with a white powder that looked just as much like cocaine as a sleeping aid. Inside the box was also a paper with directions on dosage and the powder's ingredients as well as a paper detailing various legal and medical warnings.
After reading through them all, I popped open the container and sprinkled some powder into my hand and gave it a sniff. Odorless. I dipped a fingertip into it and put it to my tongue. Tasteless. I sifted the powder back into the container and put the container back into the box and then the box into a low, back corner of my closet with the brown wrapping. Then I laid back in my bed, thinking about its possible use. I was shaken out of my daydream a short while later when my sister and Isabelle came in downstairs laughing about some poor guy that had tripped and spilled his tray that day in the cafeteria.
The days went by and the powder continued to sit in my closet. Though I still hadn't decided to use it, I was obsessed with it. I'd wake up in the morning and check to make sure it was still there, spend the day thinking about it, and then come home in the afternoons and sit it on my bed while I jacked off and continued to consider using it
Fate stepped in once again in a big way one evening over dinner when my parents told my sister and I that they were going out of town for the upcoming weekend.
"I want you and your brother to stay near the house while we're gone in case of an emergency," my mother requested with pleading eyes.
"Alright," my sister muttered finally. "Me and Isabelle are gonna go to the game Friday night and spend the night at her place but Saturday night we'll hang out here and catch some videos."
I almost choked on my fork full of macaroni and cheese. If I was ever gonna try out the powder, it was now or never. My intention was that I'd use some in Isabelle's drink sometime during the evening of watching movies and then when she went off to the guest bedroom to sleep, I'd be able to slip there for a short survey of her tits. That was as far as I planned on going with the powder.
I waited for the weekend like a child waiting for Christmas and when Saturday rolled around, my dick was almost painful to touch from all of my jerkoff sessions during the week. When my sister and Isabelle arrived at the house that evening from the video store, the powder was in my pocket.
"Hey, mind if I watch a couple with you with y'all?" I asked while casually placing a hand in front of my pocket to shield the bulge of the powder container.
"Of course," my sister smiled. I was certain beforehand that she'd let me watch the movies with them since she had never declined in the past but nonetheless, I had to quickly turn and stroll into the kitchen to hide the huge smile that had formed on my face.
"What do you two want to drink?" I called out while removing three glasses from the cabinet.
"Coke!" they responded in unison.
I dropped ice into the glasses and filled them with the soda. I reached into my pocket and removed the vial of powder and peeked around the corner to see my sister setting up the movie and Isabelle heading up the stairs, no doubt to change into one of her usual moviewatching nightshirts. I popped the cap on the powder and tilted it toward one of the glasses and shook in some powder.
"Can you fix some popcorn too?" my sister's voice chimed into my ears from the area of the kitchen doorway.
My head nearly came off my neck as I whipped it around toward her, quickly shoving the powder into the front of my pants.
"Sure," I replied, managing a smile.
She returned the smile headed off up the stairs to change too. I turned back to the glasses and was suddenly horrified.
"Shit!" I cursed quietly.
I couldn't remember which glass I had put the powder in! The glasses had been arranged in a triangle and I wasn't sure whether I had put it in the one towards the left or the one towards the right. A thought popped into my head and I decided to put powder into both of them. I had previously neglected to take my sister into account with my plan of going to feel up Isabelle while she slept. Even though Isabelle might drift into a heavy sleep, my sister could walk in while I'm in there and I'd be in a hell of trouble.
I sat the two glasses on the tables at each end of the couch and the bowl of popcorn in the middle of the couch. My sister and Isabelle came down the stairs and took up their usual spots on the couch while I casually shifted my chair back for a "better view of the TV".
An hour into our first movie I was beginning to wonder if the powder would work at all since both my sister and Isabelle seemed as alert and lively as usual. The movie ended with both of them seeming to be wide awake. My sister got up, appearing a bit unsteady on her feet.
"You know, I'm getting kinda sleepy. I think this is gonna be the last one for me for the night."
"Yeah me too," Isabelle said, stretching.
The joy I felt at those statements was surpassed when ten minutes later I spotted Isabelle's head back against the couch and her eyes closed. I looked farther down the couch and could see that my sister was slumped over the end of the couch and from the way her head was tilted I could see that her eyes were closed as well. I waited a few more minutes and then cleared my throat loudly.
"Ahem!"
Neither of them moved a muscle. I cleared it again, exaggeratingly loud but still neither showed any signs of being anywhere close to awake. That's when the realization hit me. If both of them were already out like a light, how would I ever be able to do anything to Isabelle? Surely I couldn't molest her while my sister sat just a couple feet away.
In stark contrast to my throat clearing efforts, I slowly eased up from my chair and made my way over to the back of the couch. I leaned over it and shook my sister's shoulder. Nothing. I shook harder and the only reaction I got was the motion of her head rocking gently with my efforts to wake her. I reached over and shook Isabelle's shoulder just as hard and got just as much of a response.
A grin, probably not unlike that of a comic book villain, began to creep across my lips. I stepped around to the front of the couch and grabbed my sister by both shoulders and shook her like a martini. Nothing. I gently returned her to her slumping position over the side of the couch. I sidestepped until I was directly in front of Isabelle and did the same. Her head bounced back and forth into the couch with my violent efforts to awaken her. They were both dead to the world.
My grin broadened to the point where it felt like the corners of my mouth were about to touch my earlobes. There was Isabelle, so lovely, laying back on the couch, completely helpless to my sex-starved mind. My eyes drifted from her closed eyelids, down her face, her neck, and then to her precious tits. My heart began to race wildly as I extended my hand toward one. My eyes danced back and forth from my sister's closed eyes, back to Isabelle's, and down to her tit which was coming closer, closer, closer, until at last my fingertips met the clothed bulge of her nightshirt. I quickly jerked my hand away and checked her face for any signs of being awake and then looked over at my sister's motionless frame. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I reached forward once again, somewhat more quickly. Once my fingertips felt the cloth of her nightshirt I continue pressing forward until I could feel the softness of her supple breast.
Again I jerked my hand away and checked her eyes and my sister's. Asleep. I grabbed a handful of the bottom of my shirt to try to fight off the nervous tension as I reached out once again, my palm coming in for a landing. It touched down lightly on Mount Titty. I did another sleep check and then began to slowly curl my fingers, feeling the softness of her titflesh molding into my hand. I extended my fingers and then curled them again with more pressure and faster until I found myself squeezing her tit with a rhythm. My upper lip trembling, I released the grip I'd had on my shirt and transferred the grip to Isabelle's other tit. My hands were now both full of Isabelle's wonderful breasts. They felt so soft yet so firm. I could feel her nipples in the center of my palms and decided to have a look.
I moved my hands from her mounds to the bottom of her nightshirt and began to slowly slide it up her legs as I watched her and my sister for any signs of movement. Her white panties came into view as I worked the shirt higher and higher. As I continued to raise the shirt, for a moment I thought I could make out the lips of her pussy and paused my shirt raising for a touch. I continued holding her shirt bottom in one hand and reached the other toward her pussy. I could instantly feel a warmth as my fingertips reached one of the lips. I pressed in gently and felt its softness give way. I shifted my fingers towards the cleft between the lips and began to press forward when I suddenly realized that if this were to wake her up, I wouldn't get a chance to see her tits.
So I returned my hand to her shirt and continued lifting. Her flat, tan tummy became uncovered. It seemed like an eternity when I finally began to see the bottoms of her globes coming into view. I lifted the shirt faster, anxious to see them. More of her caramel melons became bare and then I saw her nipples. My breath snagged in my throat as I caught sight of them. They were a slightly different shade than the surrounding skin of her tits. Something like a combination of brown, bronze, caramel, and pink. I lifted her shirt to her neck and then stepped back to marvel over finally seeing Isabelle's fabulous breasts in all their glory.
I did another sleep check and then stretched out both hands at the same time, my fingers twitching, until my palms came into contact with her bare breasts. I took a moment to savor the warmness of them and then once again began to rhythmically squeeze them. My dick felt as though it would explode any minute as I watched the shadows develop across her tits wherever my fingers squeezed. I shifted my hands and lightly touched her nipples and then gave them a gentle pinch and was shocked to find them hardening under my fingertips.
My fascination with them continued to grow until I suddenly realized that I was now straddling her legs and my face was just inches from her chest. The voice of the guy in the lockeroom came back to me.
"Dude, her tits felt so great on my face. They were all soft and whatnot."
I leaned forward, urging myself on until my face was buried in her cleavage. The guy in the lockeroom was right. Female breasts felt wonderful. I shifted my face back and forth between her tits while continuing to gently touch her nipples. During the course of this, my tongue somehow made its way out of my mouth and I tasted her soft titties for the first time.
"Mmmmpppffff," I spoke into her breasts.
Absolutely wonderful! I almost had to grab the hair on my head and pull just to get myself to peek over and make sure my sister was still asleep. I looked back to Isabelle and down to her bronze globes which now were shining with my saliva. I went back to work licking her tits and finally took one of her hard nipples into my mouth. I passed my tongue over it from top to bottom and then left to right. My tongue made circles around the edge of it and pressed directly into it. I suddenly wondered how her other nipple tasted and decided to find out and quickly clamped my lips around it.
Having finally seen...and touched...and licked...and sucked Isabelle's pretty titties, I was content to risk contact with her pussy. I lowered her shirt to her waist, did a sleep check, and then began tracing my fingers down over her mound. I once again centered my index finger at the cleft of her pussy lips and began to press in. Her panties and the lips gave in more and more, my heart beating faster and faster until I forced myself to remove my finger for a moment to catch my breath and make sure she was still asleep.
Next, it was my thumb making its way to the center of her lips. I gently worked it in slightly and moved it up and down while my fingers rested up higher. After a few moments of toying around with her pussy I brought my hand to my nose and smelt my thumb and finger. It was an unusual smell, nothing like anything he had ever smelled. Not a bad smell, but it was faint. I decided that I needed a better sample and grabbed a handful of the waistband of her panties with one hand and pulled them away from her body while slipping my other hand down inside. I could instantly feel some light hair against my fingers but as my fingers continued down to her pussy I noticed the hair stopped. The lips of her pussy were amazingly smooth. I placed my index and ring finger on the lips of her pussy and curled my middle finger in between them. I could feel a slight wetness against my finger as I pressed in. I went in with it to the knuckle. The warmth on my finger was incredible. I pulled my finger back out of her and looked over the slick, clear liquid on my finger.
Again I brought my hand to my nose for a whiff and this time was able to pick up a stronger scent but was still at a loss with how to describe it. I finally decided that a better way to get a scent would be to get closer to the source so that's what I did. I slid away from the couch and knelt on the floor while placing my hands on Isabelle's knees. My anticipation was urging me along as I spread her legs for better access to her warm little box. I rocked forward on my own knees, placing my face just inches from her panty-covered cunt. I moved closer and closer until I could feel the cotton of her panties brushing against my nose and then I took a whiff. I was almost frustrated at the fact that I still couldn't quite decode the smell.
I gently pulled her panties to the side to uncover her pussy. Her lips were beginning to shine with the moisture of her juice. Once again my tongue somehow slipped from my mouth and this time it found a pussy lip instead of a nipple. Her taste instantly shot across my tongue. Like the smell of her pussy, I couldn't find a description for it but it seemed to set off every taste bud on my tongue. Everything from sweet, to tangy, to bitter. I checked her and my sister for sleep and then decided to shift my tongue to her entrance. I slowly but surely slipped my tongue into her pussy farther and farther until the lips of my mouth were resting against the lips of her cunt. I was getting bolder by the minute so I withdrew my tongue and began to move it up, down, and across the entire area of her pussy, trying to taste her.
I was lost in my exploration of her pussy with my tongue when I felt her move her hips. I have never been more scared in my entire life. My heart nearly fell out of my mouth. My ass crashed to the floor with a thud and wondered for a moment whether I had broken my tailbone with how fast it crashed to the floor as I tried to put distance between my head and the area between Isabelle's thighs. Not that it'd matter. If she opened her eyes at that moment and saw her nightshirt up around her waist, her panties to the side, and me on the floor with some sort of wetness around my mouth, it'd be obvious to her what was going on.
"What the fuck are you doing you little shit?!" I could hear her saying. But thankfully her eyes didn't open.
At that point I should've put her panties back in position, lowered her shirt, and gone to my room to jack off and then go to sleep but I just couldn't. Instead, I did another shoulder shake test on her and then on my sister. I decided that I would make my fantasies of jacking off all over Isabelle's tits a reality.
I reached down and took hold of her shirt and once again raised it to her neck. Seeing her caramel cupcakes again made me have to pause and sample them once more with my mouth. After I had satisfied my oral fixation, I began to undo my belt and the button on my pants. I lowered my zipper and my cock immediately flopped out of the hole in the front of my boxers. It was a decent five inches, which put it well within the range of the average cock size that I had read in countless magazines and medical journals. I wasted no time in taking hold of my cock and sliding my hand up and down the shaft while squeezing one of Isabelle's bare breasts with the other hand.
The sexual excitement of the evening did no mercy on my cock as I felt my balls boiling after no more than thirty seconds of jerking my cock off in front of the source of most of my pervious jerkoff sessions. I slowed my hand's pace but it didn't help and my balls let loose all over Isabelle's chest.
"Ohhhh fuck..." I quietly groaned.
The first shot smacked directly into the middle of her cleavage and began to roll down her stomach. The second one volleyed onto her left nipple, completely coating it. I aimed my cock at her other nipple and the third and fourth shots left a large, white streak over the majority of her right tit. I rolled forward a bit as I continued milking my cock, watching the last drops spilling down between her tits. When my balls were spent, I took a moment to look her over. There was Isabelle, at last, with her naked tits completely covered in my cum. I didn't allow myself to gaze for too long and pulled my pants back up and then ran upstairs for some towels to clean her up.
Once I felt that I had sufficiently cleaned her tits of my milk, I lowered her shirt to its original position and prepared to make my way to my room while my head swam in the lust of what I had just done. I leaned down to her and gave her a long, wonderful kiss on her pretty lips and then I started for the stairs. I placed my foot on the first step and turned to give her one last look when I noticed that her mouth was open. In the light I could make out the shine of the saliva on her tongue. She looked so sexy on the couch like that. Legs slightly spread. Nipples poking through her shirt. Mouth gaping open as if...as if...as if she was unconsciously offering to suck my cock.
My cock, which hadn't seemed to lose a bit of it's hardness after spurting all over Isabelle's tits began to twitch in my pants. It took all of about five seconds of debating it and I once again found myself in front of Isabelle with my pants around my ankles. I mounted the couch until my dick was level with her face and then I craned my head around to make sure my sister was still sound asleep and then I inched my hips forward. I thought I was gonna cum all over her face when I felt her hot breath washing over the head of my cock. By now my cock was throbbing wildly so I took hold of it and guided it toward her open mouth. I desperately wanted to avoid cumming in her mouth for fear that she would choke. So when it felt as though my balls would explode after the tip of my cock made contact with her tongue, I stepped back for a minute to try to let the feeling subside.
When I was confident that I could get the head of my cock into her mouth without cumming, that's what I did. I moved my hips forward, forward, forward until the throbbing purple mushroom of my dick's head slipped between her innocent little lips. Seeing her like that with her mouth wrapped around the head of my cock forced me to stop my movement once again. Her warm mouth felt so incredible on me that I couldn't bring myself to pull out of her mouth. So I waited and summoned all of my willpower not to fill her mouth with my sperm. It seemed like an eternity before the urge to cum passed and I moved my hips forward once again. Her tongue felt so good as my cock slid over the surface of it. Forward, forward, forward my hips went. It was like I was sliding my whole body into her mouth. When I felt her tonsils resisting against the head of my cock, I lost control.
"Damnit!" I cursed myself as I quickly whipped my cock from her mouth and began to jerk it.
The orgasm was so intense that I didn't immediately care that my cum was spraying across Isabelle's forehead. I adjusted my aim lower to prevent it from going into her hair and watched my cock spurt a shot over the bridge of her nose. I could hardly keep my balance as my orgasm tore through me. My cock swung from side to side as I worked it over with my hand, coating her cheeks with my creamy juice.
I didn't even take a moment to examine her appearance with my cum on her face and quickly went to work cleaning it off. I was able to breathe a sigh of relief when I had gotten it all off and neither she nor my sister had awakened. I made for the stairs like a bandit leaving the scene of a bank robbery and threw the cum soaked towels into my bag of dirty clothes. I decided to head to the bathroom for a shower before bed which turned out to be a bad idea.
Throughout the shower, the warmth of the water on my cock continued to cause me to recall the warmth that I had experienced of Isabelle's mouth on my cock a short while ago. Picturing her as she looked with my balls nearly resting on her chin had my cock hard and alive once again. I slipped my hand around it and enjoyed the slickness and warmth of the water as I thrusted into my palm. I had always imagined this was what a real pussy would feel like but as I continued to jack, I decided that I would go find out.
I crept down the stairs praying that Isabelle and my sister were still asleep and I was overjoyed when I found them in the exact positions they were in when I went upstairs. I kept asking myself if I was really going to do this as I made my way over to Isabelle. I had squeezed and sucked her tits. Fingered and licked her pussy. Jacked off on her tits. Put my dick in her mouth. Cum all over her face. Was I really going to fuck her now?
I had my answer when suddenly discovered that my hands had lifted her shirt to her waist. I continued lifting it until it was again at her neck. Seeing her beautiful mammaries once again sent all of the blood from my brain back to my cock. I reached down and took the waistband of her panties in my hands and began to lower them over her hips and down her thighs, watching a triangle of pubic hair come into view and then her sweet/tangy/bitter pussy. Her panties reached her knees and I continued to lower them until they were over her calves and then over her feet. I sat them on the floor by the corner of the couch and then pushed her knees apart.
Her pussy looked so inviting. It was almost as if I could hear it calling out to me. But then again that was probably the sound of the blood rushing from my brain and past my ears as it journeyed to my cock. My heart was racing as I stood there admiring Isabelle, spread eagled on the couch. I somehow managed to hold off my sexual urges long enough to weigh the most serious possible consequences of what I was considering doing to her. But the urges soon took charge and for the third time I found myself dropping my pants in front of Isabelle.
My cock was bouncing wildly in front of me like a dog pulling on it's leash, trying to move its owner along. My dog pulled me forward until my dick was close enough to feel the heat from Isabelle's pussy. Like earlier when I experimented with her mouth, I felt myself about to cum all over her pussy before I had even gotten inside. I inched back a bit and turned my hips just in case my balls boiled over. When the feeling passed, I turned back to aim my cock at her pussy and moved toward it. I fought the urge to pull back again when I felt myself ready to cum from the heat emanating from her pussy. I knew I was gonna lose it when I felt the tip of my cock make contact with her cunt.
"Shit!" I said in a loud whisper, as every muscle in my body tensed.
But against every bit of good judgement I may have ever possessed, I continued forward and was barely able to slip the head of my cock into her as my balls went wild. My body was completely paralyzed as I felt my cum spraying into her pussy. I tried desperately to command myself to move away but my dick's head remained implanted in her and my balls continued to pump out cock juice.
It wasn't until my balls had stopped spinning that I was finally able to remove my dick from Isabelle and realize what I had done. A million thoughts of horror danced through my mind as I watched my cum ooze from her pussy and begin to puddle on the couch. I decided to make an attempt at salvaging what I could from the situation and pulled up my pants as I bounded up the stairs for the cum towels. I returned to the couch and went to work trying to soak up the cum that had collected from Isabelle's pussy. It was no longer coming out of her but I suspected that some was still inside. I reached over for her panties and slipped them up her legs and then readjusted her shirt.
When I was satisfied with her appearance, I collected the towels and marched up the stairs. The fear and guilt of what I had done was perched on my shoulders and it felt like I was carrying cinder blocks up the steps. I got to my room and returned the towels to my bag of dirty clothes and threw myself onto the bed. I pulled a pillow over my face and wished that I'd suffocate but after about twenty seconds of smothering myself I removed the pillow. I fell asleep wondering what prison would be like.
I awoke with the light of the morning sun filtering through my curtains, practically blinding me. Somehow I had forgotten about the night before until I heard my sister's voice in her room. I couldn't hear another voice so I assumed she was on the phone. I cringed at the thought that she might be on the phone with the police.
Slowly I pushed myself off of my bed and forced myself to my feet. I walked to my door and cracked it a bit and could hear the shower shutting off. Was Isabelle still here? Yeah she was she was here. She had just finished washing away my filthy cum and my sister was on the phone with the police. I slumped against the door as I replayed the events of the previous evening in my head. My mouth on her nipples. Cum on her face. My cock in her mouth. Cumming in her pussy. Was it all worth it?
I finally decided that it was time to face the music and I put my hand on my lower back and literally pushed myself into the hallway. I wanted to run and throw myself down the stairs when I spotted Isabelle coming out of the bathroom as I entered the hallway. The towel wrapped around her. Her hair draped over her shoulder, beads of water clearly visible on her upper back. Water still present on her legs, giving them a heavenly shine in the light of the hallway.
An audible gasp escaped my mouth as I set my eyes on the girl that would testify at my trial and send me off to prison where large, sweaty men would use my body the way I had used her's. She heard me gasp and turned around.
"Good morning!" she called out to me, smiling and offering a half wave, apparently unsure of whether she could hold up her towel with one hand, as she ducked into my sister's room. I wasn't sure what to think.
I stepped back into my room and sat on my bed trying to collect my thoughts. Isabelle didn't seem like the kind of person that had just washed herself after waking up to find she had been violated while sleeping by her friend's nerdy brother. She seemed as though nothing had happened. As though nothing had happened? My thoughts began to drift toward the many science fiction movies I had seen in my lifetime. Had last night really happened? My heart sank when I raced over to my laundry bag and the cum towels inside confirmed that last night had definitely happened.
I heard my sister get off the phone and start up a conversation with Isabelle, something about a school project they had due at the end of next week. Neither sounded angry or upset. When I heard my sister's voice drift into the hall, I raced to my door to go out and try to meet her. I almost ran her over as I got into the hallway.
"Aiyeeee!" She jumped with a scream, followed by a laugh like she'd just gotten a scare in a haunted house. "You scared the shit outta me!" She gave me a playful slap and complained about the scare I had given her.
"Sorry" I said lowly.
"Me and Isabelle are gonna go out for some breakfast, wanna come?"
"Nah, I'm still tired, I'm gonna go back to bed" I lied.
She shrugged and smiled and headed down the stairs. As I looked on after her, Isabelle came up the hall and rubbed her hand over my head like a girl rubbing her hand over the head of a puppy. She offered up a giggle and then headed off down the stairs after my sister.
I'd had an obsession with my sister's friend Isabelle ever since Isabelle's family moved into our neighborhood. There were very few girls my sister's age that lived near us so my sister naturally gravitated towards Isabelle. Since Isabelle was new and had no friends, the two of them became instant pals. My sister was a year older than her since both my sister and I had started school a year late. I was the same age as Isabelle but a grade lower and the grade difference always made her seem older than me.
Both of Isabelle's parents worked long hours to afford the new house they'd purchased near us and so Isabelle spent a great deal of time at our house. I can remember many nights of listening to her and my sister giggling in my sister's room over the latest boy that one of them had a crush on or that they suspected had a crush on one of them.
I myself was a short, skinny little nerd who was surely never the subject of any "crush talk" among any girls. And being as shy as I was, couldn't bring myself to express my infatuation with Isabelle. She was always nice to me but it was always in a basic "friend's brother" sort of way. So instead, for the next few years I sat by and watched boyfriends of my sister and Isabelle come and go and I had to content myself with only the dream of merely being so lucky as to hold Isabelle's hand for a brief moment.
Incidentally, Isabelle's family moved to our neighborhood right around the time I was entering puberty. What grabbed my attention about Isabelle was her features. Unlike most of the other girls I had seen up to this point in my life, who tended to be either cookie-cutter fair skinned blondes or brunettes, Isabelle was a light-caramel complexion Latin girl. Her beautiful dark brown, almost black hair framed a cute face containing the prettiest brown eyes I had ever seen. She had a slim but athletic frame and was an inch or two taller than my sister and a few inches taller than me. From her hips sprouted long, slim legs and higher up on her body were two seemingly flawless breasts slightly larger than oranges that I'd spend a growing amount of time jerking off to.
The next few years went by and I would lay in my bed listening to Isabelle's voice as she and my sister talked back and forth about their innocent, schoolgirl "sex" lives. Although they were 18 and 19 and finishing their final year of high school, neither had "gone all the way". The most that either had done was to allow a guy to feel them up. My cock would become instantly hard as I'd hear Isabelle describe an encounter of yet another guy who had been fortunate enough to put his hands on her tits over her clothes during a makeout session.
I constantly tried to match up my timing on Isabelle's showers whenever she took one at our house and I'd try to set myself up so that I'd be on my way in or out of my room as she went up the hall away from me. She'd come out and turn up the hall with her hair draped down over one of her shoulders and I'd pause and let my eyes wonder over her glistening upper back, down to her towel-covered ass, and down her pretty calves. I desperately wanted to see what her cleavage might look like with beads of water spread across it, but I dared not have Isabelle catch me eyeing her as she came from the shower.
Weekends were my favorite time of the week because if neither my sister or Isabelle had a date, they usually stayed at the house and watch movies. This gave me an opportunity to secretly gaze at Isabelle in one of her long nightshirts for an extended period of time. She and my sister would sit over on the couch in front of the TV and I'd take up a seat in the chair off to the side and scoot it back a couple inches so that with my head angled just right, I could quickly shift my eyes from the TV and over to glance at Isabelle's beautiful tits. Often times, judging from the light visibility of her nipples, she wasn't wearing a bra. I'd spend the entire movie trying to shift my hardened cock around in my pants knowing that only the thin material of her nightshirt separated me from seeing her wonderful globes.
When I wasn't ogling her nipples, I was letting my eyes drift over her bronze legs as they extended down from her nightshirt. On some lucky occasions I would even be able to steal peeks at her panty covered pussy whenever she and my sister had a huge laughing spell over a movie scene and would bounce into each other and kick their legs wildly. Between movies I'd race to my room and jack my cock with images of Isabelle's glorious body still fresh in my head. Cum would spill from my cock onto the carpet as I imagined myself spilling it all over Isabelle's chest.
As fate would have it, one day after gym class I overheard a conversation in the locker room between two guys. They were discussing some sort of drug that one of them had bought off the internet that he had tried out on a girl recently.
"Dude, I just sprinkled a little bit into a drink and after an hour it was on" he grinned.
"How long did it take?" the other asked.
"About an hour. After I was sure she was asleep I carried her up to my room and we got it on!" he said while slapping hands with his buddy.
I found my cock straining in my gym shorts and grabbed my nearby shirt to cover my lap as he went on to talk about how soft her tits felt against his face, how sweet her pussy tasted against his tongue and tight it felt around his cock.
I had never really imagined myself putting my mouth on the genitals of a girl mainly because the idea slightly disgusted me. But the guy's description about the girl's soft tits against his face definitely peaked my curiosity. I struggled to continue listening to the conversation as they lowered their voices but I was able to make out the internet address and quickly jotted it down on a scrap piece of paper. I figured I would only go to the site and read up about the powder and had no intentions of actually trying to buy it.
But I spent the rest of the school day I sitting in classes with my cock practically pounding, thinking about what it'd be like to have the ability to do whatever I wanted with a girl. My own "sexual" history had thus far been limited to the time one of my teachers caught me and a girl kissing on the playground in elementary school. The thought of actually seeing a girl naked and putting my hands on her was enough to keep me hard throughout the rest of the day and during the entire bus ride home.
I just about took the front door off its hinges as I got home and raced to our family's computer to check out the website. I was a little hesitant as I began to type in the web address. I started to remember the conversation my parents had had with my sister and I when they bought the computer. They specifically told us not to use it for checking out porn, going into chatrooms, or to use the computer for anything else that might be sexual in nature.
My fingers took on a life of their own and found the keys for the rest of the web address and away I went. My breath stopped as I waited to see whether a porn page would come up and I was relieved but slightly disappointed when a page came up for some kind of sleep research center. I scanned down the page wondering what the guy in the locker room had been talking about when he mentioned the drug.
Just as I was about to shut down the computer and go jack off before I did my homework, a link caught my eye near the bottom of the page. I went through it and finally stumbled upon what the guy had been talking about. The research site had partnered up with another site who was currently selling a powder that could be sprinkled into a glass of water or other drink before bed that would aid people who were having difficulty in sleeping. I read through a list of testimonials from people talking about how well it worked for them and how they'd often sleep so soundly that nothing during the night would wake them up.
I could hear my sister and Isabelle pulling up out front so I quickly shut down the computer and headed off to my room for my daily jerk off session. I listened to Isabelle's voice downstairs while picturing her laying topless across my bed as my hand raced up and down my cock. My mind drifted back to the sleeping powder as I imagined myself slapping my dick across her nipple briefly before resuming my hand's assault.
"Hey! Me and Isabelle are goin' to the mall, we'll be back later!" my sister called out.
"Bye bye!" I heard Isabelle yell up the stairs as I mentally blasted cum all over her tits.
After cleaning up, I began work on my homework but after a few minutes my mind was again on the sleeping powder. I decided to go back down to the computer and read more about it. I still had no true intention on trying to use something like that on Isabelle. Partly out of guilt, but more importantly out of the knowledge that doing so would be illegal.
But the days went by and my mind continued to dwell on it until one day I could no longer contain my curiosity and went to the post office for a money order and mailed off a purchase for a one month supply of the powder. I spent the next few weeks anxiously waiting for it to arrive but gradually became paranoid about the whole situation. Thoughts began to go through my mind of the FBI coming to the house to arrest me, after having monitored everyone who went to that site to purchase the sleeping powder. Then I began to wonder about whether the website was even a legit one in the first place. After all, how was I to know that they were selling sleeping powder and not regular kitchen flour.
Finally, on one afternoon as I made my way to the door I spotted a brown package by the door. It was finally here! I snatched it up and bounded up the stairs two at a time to my room where I mauled open the package. Under the brown wrapping was the website's name on a white box. Opening it, I found a small, clear container, partially filled with a white powder that looked just as much like cocaine as a sleeping aid. Inside the box was also a paper with directions on dosage and the powder's ingredients as well as a paper detailing various legal and medical warnings.
After reading through them all, I popped open the container and sprinkled some powder into my hand and gave it a sniff. Odorless. I dipped a fingertip into it and put it to my tongue. Tasteless. I sifted the powder back into the container and put the container back into the box and then the box into a low, back corner of my closet with the brown wrapping. Then I laid back in my bed, thinking about its possible use. I was shaken out of my daydream a short while later when my sister and Isabelle came in downstairs laughing about some poor guy that had tripped and spilled his tray that day in the cafeteria.
The days went by and the powder continued to sit in my closet. Though I still hadn't decided to use it, I was obsessed with it. I'd wake up in the morning and check to make sure it was still there, spend the day thinking about it, and then come home in the afternoons and sit it on my bed while I jacked off and continued to consider using it
Fate stepped in once again in a big way one evening over dinner when my parents told my sister and I that they were going out of town for the upcoming weekend.
"I want you and your brother to stay near the house while we're gone in case of an emergency," my mother requested with pleading eyes.
"Alright," my sister muttered finally. "Me and Isabelle are gonna go to the game Friday night and spend the night at her place but Saturday night we'll hang out here and catch some videos."
I almost choked on my fork full of macaroni and cheese. If I was ever gonna try out the powder, it was now or never. My intention was that I'd use some in Isabelle's drink sometime during the evening of watching movies and then when she went off to the guest bedroom to sleep, I'd be able to slip there for a short survey of her tits. That was as far as I planned on going with the powder.
I waited for the weekend like a child waiting for Christmas and when Saturday rolled around, my dick was almost painful to touch from all of my jerkoff sessions during the week. When my sister and Isabelle arrived at the house that evening from the video store, the powder was in my pocket.
"Hey, mind if I watch a couple with you with y'all?" I asked while casually placing a hand in front of my pocket to shield the bulge of the powder container.
"Of course," my sister smiled. I was certain beforehand that she'd let me watch the movies with them since she had never declined in the past but nonetheless, I had to quickly turn and stroll into the kitchen to hide the huge smile that had formed on my face.
"What do you two want to drink?" I called out while removing three glasses from the cabinet.
"Coke!" they responded in unison.
I dropped ice into the glasses and filled them with the soda. I reached into my pocket and removed the vial of powder and peeked around the corner to see my sister setting up the movie and Isabelle heading up the stairs, no doubt to change into one of her usual moviewatching nightshirts. I popped the cap on the powder and tilted it toward one of the glasses and shook in some powder.
"Can you fix some popcorn too?" my sister's voice chimed into my ears from the area of the kitchen doorway.
My head nearly came off my neck as I whipped it around toward her, quickly shoving the powder into the front of my pants.
"Sure," I replied, managing a smile.
She returned the smile headed off up the stairs to change too. I turned back to the glasses and was suddenly horrified.
"Shit!" I cursed quietly.
I couldn't remember which glass I had put the powder in! The glasses had been arranged in a triangle and I wasn't sure whether I had put it in the one towards the left or the one towards the right. A thought popped into my head and I decided to put powder into both of them. I had previously neglected to take my sister into account with my plan of going to feel up Isabelle while she slept. Even though Isabelle might drift into a heavy sleep, my sister could walk in while I'm in there and I'd be in a hell of trouble.
I sat the two glasses on the tables at each end of the couch and the bowl of popcorn in the middle of the couch. My sister and Isabelle came down the stairs and took up their usual spots on the couch while I casually shifted my chair back for a "better view of the TV".
An hour into our first movie I was beginning to wonder if the powder would work at all since both my sister and Isabelle seemed as alert and lively as usual. The movie ended with both of them seeming to be wide awake. My sister got up, appearing a bit unsteady on her feet.
"You know, I'm getting kinda sleepy. I think this is gonna be the last one for me for the night."
"Yeah me too," Isabelle said, stretching.
The joy I felt at those statements was surpassed when ten minutes later I spotted Isabelle's head back against the couch and her eyes closed. I looked farther down the couch and could see that my sister was slumped over the end of the couch and from the way her head was tilted I could see that her eyes were closed as well. I waited a few more minutes and then cleared my throat loudly.
"Ahem!"
Neither of them moved a muscle. I cleared it again, exaggeratingly loud but still neither showed any signs of being anywhere close to awake. That's when the realization hit me. If both of them were already out like a light, how would I ever be able to do anything to Isabelle? Surely I couldn't molest her while my sister sat just a couple feet away.
In stark contrast to my throat clearing efforts, I slowly eased up from my chair and made my way over to the back of the couch. I leaned over it and shook my sister's shoulder. Nothing. I shook harder and the only reaction I got was the motion of her head rocking gently with my efforts to wake her. I reached over and shook Isabelle's shoulder just as hard and got just as much of a response.
A grin, probably not unlike that of a comic book villain, began to creep across my lips. I stepped around to the front of the couch and grabbed my sister by both shoulders and shook her like a martini. Nothing. I gently returned her to her slumping position over the side of the couch. I sidestepped until I was directly in front of Isabelle and did the same. Her head bounced back and forth into the couch with my violent efforts to awaken her. They were both dead to the world.
My grin broadened to the point where it felt like the corners of my mouth were about to touch my earlobes. There was Isabelle, so lovely, laying back on the couch, completely helpless to my sex-starved mind. My eyes drifted from her closed eyelids, down her face, her neck, and then to her precious tits. My heart began to race wildly as I extended my hand toward one. My eyes danced back and forth from my sister's closed eyes, back to Isabelle's, and down to her tit which was coming closer, closer, closer, until at last my fingertips met the clothed bulge of her nightshirt. I quickly jerked my hand away and checked her face for any signs of being awake and then looked over at my sister's motionless frame. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I reached forward once again, somewhat more quickly. Once my fingertips felt the cloth of her nightshirt I continue pressing forward until I could feel the softness of her supple breast.
Again I jerked my hand away and checked her eyes and my sister's. Asleep. I grabbed a handful of the bottom of my shirt to try to fight off the nervous tension as I reached out once again, my palm coming in for a landing. It touched down lightly on Mount Titty. I did another sleep check and then began to slowly curl my fingers, feeling the softness of her titflesh molding into my hand. I extended my fingers and then curled them again with more pressure and faster until I found myself squeezing her tit with a rhythm. My upper lip trembling, I released the grip I'd had on my shirt and transferred the grip to Isabelle's other tit. My hands were now both full of Isabelle's wonderful breasts. They felt so soft yet so firm. I could feel her nipples in the center of my palms and decided to have a look.
I moved my hands from her mounds to the bottom of her nightshirt and began to slowly slide it up her legs as I watched her and my sister for any signs of movement. Her white panties came into view as I worked the shirt higher and higher. As I continued to raise the shirt, for a moment I thought I could make out the lips of her pussy and paused my shirt raising for a touch. I continued holding her shirt bottom in one hand and reached the other toward her pussy. I could instantly feel a warmth as my fingertips reached one of the lips. I pressed in gently and felt its softness give way. I shifted my fingers towards the cleft between the lips and began to press forward when I suddenly realized that if this were to wake her up, I wouldn't get a chance to see her tits.
So I returned my hand to her shirt and continued lifting. Her flat, tan tummy became uncovered. It seemed like an eternity when I finally began to see the bottoms of her globes coming into view. I lifted the shirt faster, anxious to see them. More of her caramel melons became bare and then I saw her nipples. My breath snagged in my throat as I caught sight of them. They were a slightly different shade than the surrounding skin of her tits. Something like a combination of brown, bronze, caramel, and pink. I lifted her shirt to her neck and then stepped back to marvel over finally seeing Isabelle's fabulous breasts in all their glory.
I did another sleep check and then stretched out both hands at the same time, my fingers twitching, until my palms came into contact with her bare breasts. I took a moment to savor the warmness of them and then once again began to rhythmically squeeze them. My dick felt as though it would explode any minute as I watched the shadows develop across her tits wherever my fingers squeezed. I shifted my hands and lightly touched her nipples and then gave them a gentle pinch and was shocked to find them hardening under my fingertips.
My fascination with them continued to grow until I suddenly realized that I was now straddling her legs and my face was just inches from her chest. The voice of the guy in the lockeroom came back to me.
"Dude, her tits felt so great on my face. They were all soft and whatnot."
I leaned forward, urging myself on until my face was buried in her cleavage. The guy in the lockeroom was right. Female breasts felt wonderful. I shifted my face back and forth between her tits while continuing to gently touch her nipples. During the course of this, my tongue somehow made its way out of my mouth and I tasted her soft titties for the first time.
"Mmmmpppffff," I spoke into her breasts.
Absolutely wonderful! I almost had to grab the hair on my head and pull just to get myself to peek over and make sure my sister was still asleep. I looked back to Isabelle and down to her bronze globes which now were shining with my saliva. I went back to work licking her tits and finally took one of her hard nipples into my mouth. I passed my tongue over it from top to bottom and then left to right. My tongue made circles around the edge of it and pressed directly into it. I suddenly wondered how her other nipple tasted and decided to find out and quickly clamped my lips around it.
Having finally seen...and touched...and licked...and sucked Isabelle's pretty titties, I was content to risk contact with her pussy. I lowered her shirt to her waist, did a sleep check, and then began tracing my fingers down over her mound. I once again centered my index finger at the cleft of her pussy lips and began to press in. Her panties and the lips gave in more and more, my heart beating faster and faster until I forced myself to remove my finger for a moment to catch my breath and make sure she was still asleep.
Next, it was my thumb making its way to the center of her lips. I gently worked it in slightly and moved it up and down while my fingers rested up higher. After a few moments of toying around with her pussy I brought my hand to my nose and smelt my thumb and finger. It was an unusual smell, nothing like anything he had ever smelled. Not a bad smell, but it was faint. I decided that I needed a better sample and grabbed a handful of the waistband of her panties with one hand and pulled them away from her body while slipping my other hand down inside. I could instantly feel some light hair against my fingers but as my fingers continued down to her pussy I noticed the hair stopped. The lips of her pussy were amazingly smooth. I placed my index and ring finger on the lips of her pussy and curled my middle finger in between them. I could feel a slight wetness against my finger as I pressed in. I went in with it to the knuckle. The warmth on my finger was incredible. I pulled my finger back out of her and looked over the slick, clear liquid on my finger.
Again I brought my hand to my nose for a whiff and this time was able to pick up a stronger scent but was still at a loss with how to describe it. I finally decided that a better way to get a scent would be to get closer to the source so that's what I did. I slid away from the couch and knelt on the floor while placing my hands on Isabelle's knees. My anticipation was urging me along as I spread her legs for better access to her warm little box. I rocked forward on my own knees, placing my face just inches from her panty-covered cunt. I moved closer and closer until I could feel the cotton of her panties brushing against my nose and then I took a whiff. I was almost frustrated at the fact that I still couldn't quite decode the smell.
I gently pulled her panties to the side to uncover her pussy. Her lips were beginning to shine with the moisture of her juice. Once again my tongue somehow slipped from my mouth and this time it found a pussy lip instead of a nipple. Her taste instantly shot across my tongue. Like the smell of her pussy, I couldn't find a description for it but it seemed to set off every taste bud on my tongue. Everything from sweet, to tangy, to bitter. I checked her and my sister for sleep and then decided to shift my tongue to her entrance. I slowly but surely slipped my tongue into her pussy farther and farther until the lips of my mouth were resting against the lips of her cunt. I was getting bolder by the minute so I withdrew my tongue and began to move it up, down, and across the entire area of her pussy, trying to taste her.
I was lost in my exploration of her pussy with my tongue when I felt her move her hips. I have never been more scared in my entire life. My heart nearly fell out of my mouth. My ass crashed to the floor with a thud and wondered for a moment whether I had broken my tailbone with how fast it crashed to the floor as I tried to put distance between my head and the area between Isabelle's thighs. Not that it'd matter. If she opened her eyes at that moment and saw her nightshirt up around her waist, her panties to the side, and me on the floor with some sort of wetness around my mouth, it'd be obvious to her what was going on.
"What the fuck are you doing you little shit?!" I could hear her saying. But thankfully her eyes didn't open.
At that point I should've put her panties back in position, lowered her shirt, and gone to my room to jack off and then go to sleep but I just couldn't. Instead, I did another shoulder shake test on her and then on my sister. I decided that I would make my fantasies of jacking off all over Isabelle's tits a reality.
I reached down and took hold of her shirt and once again raised it to her neck. Seeing her caramel cupcakes again made me have to pause and sample them once more with my mouth. After I had satisfied my oral fixation, I began to undo my belt and the button on my pants. I lowered my zipper and my cock immediately flopped out of the hole in the front of my boxers. It was a decent five inches, which put it well within the range of the average cock size that I had read in countless magazines and medical journals. I wasted no time in taking hold of my cock and sliding my hand up and down the shaft while squeezing one of Isabelle's bare breasts with the other hand.
The sexual excitement of the evening did no mercy on my cock as I felt my balls boiling after no more than thirty seconds of jerking my cock off in front of the source of most of my pervious jerkoff sessions. I slowed my hand's pace but it didn't help and my balls let loose all over Isabelle's chest.
"Ohhhh fuck..." I quietly groaned.
The first shot smacked directly into the middle of her cleavage and began to roll down her stomach. The second one volleyed onto her left nipple, completely coating it. I aimed my cock at her other nipple and the third and fourth shots left a large, white streak over the majority of her right tit. I rolled forward a bit as I continued milking my cock, watching the last drops spilling down between her tits. When my balls were spent, I took a moment to look her over. There was Isabelle, at last, with her naked tits completely covered in my cum. I didn't allow myself to gaze for too long and pulled my pants back up and then ran upstairs for some towels to clean her up.
Once I felt that I had sufficiently cleaned her tits of my milk, I lowered her shirt to its original position and prepared to make my way to my room while my head swam in the lust of what I had just done. I leaned down to her and gave her a long, wonderful kiss on her pretty lips and then I started for the stairs. I placed my foot on the first step and turned to give her one last look when I noticed that her mouth was open. In the light I could make out the shine of the saliva on her tongue. She looked so sexy on the couch like that. Legs slightly spread. Nipples poking through her shirt. Mouth gaping open as if...as if...as if she was unconsciously offering to suck my cock.
My cock, which hadn't seemed to lose a bit of it's hardness after spurting all over Isabelle's tits began to twitch in my pants. It took all of about five seconds of debating it and I once again found myself in front of Isabelle with my pants around my ankles. I mounted the couch until my dick was level with her face and then I craned my head around to make sure my sister was still sound asleep and then I inched my hips forward. I thought I was gonna cum all over her face when I felt her hot breath washing over the head of my cock. By now my cock was throbbing wildly so I took hold of it and guided it toward her open mouth. I desperately wanted to avoid cumming in her mouth for fear that she would choke. So when it felt as though my balls would explode after the tip of my cock made contact with her tongue, I stepped back for a minute to try to let the feeling subside.
When I was confident that I could get the head of my cock into her mouth without cumming, that's what I did. I moved my hips forward, forward, forward until the throbbing purple mushroom of my dick's head slipped between her innocent little lips. Seeing her like that with her mouth wrapped around the head of my cock forced me to stop my movement once again. Her warm mouth felt so incredible on me that I couldn't bring myself to pull out of her mouth. So I waited and summoned all of my willpower not to fill her mouth with my sperm. It seemed like an eternity before the urge to cum passed and I moved my hips forward once again. Her tongue felt so good as my cock slid over the surface of it. Forward, forward, forward my hips went. It was like I was sliding my whole body into her mouth. When I felt her tonsils resisting against the head of my cock, I lost control.
"Damnit!" I cursed myself as I quickly whipped my cock from her mouth and began to jerk it.
The orgasm was so intense that I didn't immediately care that my cum was spraying across Isabelle's forehead. I adjusted my aim lower to prevent it from going into her hair and watched my cock spurt a shot over the bridge of her nose. I could hardly keep my balance as my orgasm tore through me. My cock swung from side to side as I worked it over with my hand, coating her cheeks with my creamy juice.
I didn't even take a moment to examine her appearance with my cum on her face and quickly went to work cleaning it off. I was able to breathe a sigh of relief when I had gotten it all off and neither she nor my sister had awakened. I made for the stairs like a bandit leaving the scene of a bank robbery and threw the cum soaked towels into my bag of dirty clothes. I decided to head to the bathroom for a shower before bed which turned out to be a bad idea.
Throughout the shower, the warmth of the water on my cock continued to cause me to recall the warmth that I had experienced of Isabelle's mouth on my cock a short while ago. Picturing her as she looked with my balls nearly resting on her chin had my cock hard and alive once again. I slipped my hand around it and enjoyed the slickness and warmth of the water as I thrusted into my palm. I had always imagined this was what a real pussy would feel like but as I continued to jack, I decided that I would go find out.
I crept down the stairs praying that Isabelle and my sister were still asleep and I was overjoyed when I found them in the exact positions they were in when I went upstairs. I kept asking myself if I was really going to do this as I made my way over to Isabelle. I had squeezed and sucked her tits. Fingered and licked her pussy. Jacked off on her tits. Put my dick in her mouth. Cum all over her face. Was I really going to fuck her now?
I had my answer when suddenly discovered that my hands had lifted her shirt to her waist. I continued lifting it until it was again at her neck. Seeing her beautiful mammaries once again sent all of the blood from my brain back to my cock. I reached down and took the waistband of her panties in my hands and began to lower them over her hips and down her thighs, watching a triangle of pubic hair come into view and then her sweet/tangy/bitter pussy. Her panties reached her knees and I continued to lower them until they were over her calves and then over her feet. I sat them on the floor by the corner of the couch and then pushed her knees apart.
Her pussy looked so inviting. It was almost as if I could hear it calling out to me. But then again that was probably the sound of the blood rushing from my brain and past my ears as it journeyed to my cock. My heart was racing as I stood there admiring Isabelle, spread eagled on the couch. I somehow managed to hold off my sexual urges long enough to weigh the most serious possible consequences of what I was considering doing to her. But the urges soon took charge and for the third time I found myself dropping my pants in front of Isabelle.
My cock was bouncing wildly in front of me like a dog pulling on it's leash, trying to move its owner along. My dog pulled me forward until my dick was close enough to feel the heat from Isabelle's pussy. Like earlier when I experimented with her mouth, I felt myself about to cum all over her pussy before I had even gotten inside. I inched back a bit and turned my hips just in case my balls boiled over. When the feeling passed, I turned back to aim my cock at her pussy and moved toward it. I fought the urge to pull back again when I felt myself ready to cum from the heat emanating from her pussy. I knew I was gonna lose it when I felt the tip of my cock make contact with her cunt.
"Shit!" I said in a loud whisper, as every muscle in my body tensed.
But against every bit of good judgement I may have ever possessed, I continued forward and was barely able to slip the head of my cock into her as my balls went wild. My body was completely paralyzed as I felt my cum spraying into her pussy. I tried desperately to command myself to move away but my dick's head remained implanted in her and my balls continued to pump out cock juice.
It wasn't until my balls had stopped spinning that I was finally able to remove my dick from Isabelle and realize what I had done. A million thoughts of horror danced through my mind as I watched my cum ooze from her pussy and begin to puddle on the couch. I decided to make an attempt at salvaging what I could from the situation and pulled up my pants as I bounded up the stairs for the cum towels. I returned to the couch and went to work trying to soak up the cum that had collected from Isabelle's pussy. It was no longer coming out of her but I suspected that some was still inside. I reached over for her panties and slipped them up her legs and then readjusted her shirt.
When I was satisfied with her appearance, I collected the towels and marched up the stairs. The fear and guilt of what I had done was perched on my shoulders and it felt like I was carrying cinder blocks up the steps. I got to my room and returned the towels to my bag of dirty clothes and threw myself onto the bed. I pulled a pillow over my face and wished that I'd suffocate but after about twenty seconds of smothering myself I removed the pillow. I fell asleep wondering what prison would be like.
I awoke with the light of the morning sun filtering through my curtains, practically blinding me. Somehow I had forgotten about the night before until I heard my sister's voice in her room. I couldn't hear another voice so I assumed she was on the phone. I cringed at the thought that she might be on the phone with the police.
Slowly I pushed myself off of my bed and forced myself to my feet. I walked to my door and cracked it a bit and could hear the shower shutting off. Was Isabelle still here? Yeah she was she was here. She had just finished washing away my filthy cum and my sister was on the phone with the police. I slumped against the door as I replayed the events of the previous evening in my head. My mouth on her nipples. Cum on her face. My cock in her mouth. Cumming in her pussy. Was it all worth it?
I finally decided that it was time to face the music and I put my hand on my lower back and literally pushed myself into the hallway. I wanted to run and throw myself down the stairs when I spotted Isabelle coming out of the bathroom as I entered the hallway. The towel wrapped around her. Her hair draped over her shoulder, beads of water clearly visible on her upper back. Water still present on her legs, giving them a heavenly shine in the light of the hallway.
An audible gasp escaped my mouth as I set my eyes on the girl that would testify at my trial and send me off to prison where large, sweaty men would use my body the way I had used her's. She heard me gasp and turned around.
"Good morning!" she called out to me, smiling and offering a half wave, apparently unsure of whether she could hold up her towel with one hand, as she ducked into my sister's room. I wasn't sure what to think.
I stepped back into my room and sat on my bed trying to collect my thoughts. Isabelle didn't seem like the kind of person that had just washed herself after waking up to find she had been violated while sleeping by her friend's nerdy brother. She seemed as though nothing had happened. As though nothing had happened? My thoughts began to drift toward the many science fiction movies I had seen in my lifetime. Had last night really happened? My heart sank when I raced over to my laundry bag and the cum towels inside confirmed that last night had definitely happened.
I heard my sister get off the phone and start up a conversation with Isabelle, something about a school project they had due at the end of next week. Neither sounded angry or upset. When I heard my sister's voice drift into the hall, I raced to my door to go out and try to meet her. I almost ran her over as I got into the hallway.
"Aiyeeee!" She jumped with a scream, followed by a laugh like she'd just gotten a scare in a haunted house. "You scared the shit outta me!" She gave me a playful slap and complained about the scare I had given her.
"Sorry" I said lowly.
"Me and Isabelle are gonna go out for some breakfast, wanna come?"
"Nah, I'm still tired, I'm gonna go back to bed" I lied.
She shrugged and smiled and headed down the stairs. As I looked on after her, Isabelle came up the hall and rubbed her hand over my head like a girl rubbing her hand over the head of a puppy. She offered up a giggle and then headed off down the stairs after my sister.