Home Cooking

Sophie grunted softly as she stroked her meaty cock, the veined shaft slipping wetly through her slender fingers, lubricated with her own spit and pre as her pleasure rose.

She stood naked in the kitchen, save for a supportive bra, her cock in one hand, hips moving slightly to meet the strokes of her fist as she jerked off, her eyes half-lidded, watching her little brother, his eyes downcast, his cheeks blushed, embarrassed.

Ryan was so cute, she chewed at her full lip as she admired his tussle of short blonde hair, his slender figure, his eyes, a dusky brown that stood out from his otherwise light palette.

“L-look at me…” Sophie said, panting softly as she stared down at him, hopeful and expectant.

He looked up at her with those beautiful eyes, she saw the awkwardness and the embarrassment in his gaze, she smirked some and felt her heavy smooth balls tighten against her.

She gasped some, maintaining her eye contact with her younger brother as she came, her thick cock hard and pulsing between her fingers as her thick sticky cum shot out in ropes into what she was holding in her other hand.

Ryan swallowed meekly as he looked into her eyes, noting the predatory glint in them, his anxiety rising, not that he would ever act against her.

Sophie let out a slow breath, releasing her cock and grinning as it slowly began to soften between her athletic thighs.

“Thanks… Just needed to see your cute face to push me over the edge,” she blew him a kiss and tossed long blonde hair over one shoulder, picking up her wooden spoon and beginning to fold her cum into the cake mixture she had been preparing, humming softly as she baked.

Ryan sighed a little and folded his arms on the table, resting his chin on his arms as he watched her back as she worked, her shapely figure, almost identical to his own only on a taller frame, swaying a little as she happily urged her hips from side to side, dancing softly to the music she was humming.

He wished he could say this was an abnormal evening. But it wasn’t.

He and his sister had always been close. He had known of her extra package since they were very young and had always loved her unconditionally and, as a result, she had always been very close to him.

However, as they had grown older, they had gone away to separate colleges. Ryan had gone away to study fine arts, Sophie Architecture.

Ryan had been good, but over his years at college and uni had never found his big break, a few small galleries and exhibitions never enough to pay the bills.

Sophie, meanwhile, had excelled, top of every class she attended she had gone on to earn quite significant money at an early age, something that Ryan, initially, had been envious of, but, as time had gone by, had become reliant on.

With his finances stretched he had resorted to sofa surfing, spending nights at friends as he flittered from part-time job to part-time job, never holding anything down, never making progress.

Months had gone by since he and his sister had seen each other, going about their lives, but after she had learned of his situation through Facebook, she had insisted he move in with her.

He had been reluctant, worried he would get under her foot and embarrassed that he was being effectively bailed out by his older sister, but she had been unwavering and, before he had known it, he had moved in with her.

He watched now as she poured the cake batter into individual cupcake cases and recollected back to their first few weeks together.

She had welcomed him with love and devotion, helping him get settled in, spending a lot of time with him watching Netflix, talking, cooking.

In the beginning, they had cooked together, but as time had gone by she had insisted that she cook alone, just a habit of hers, she had explained.

He hadn’t minded, she was after all an excellent cook, but there had been a new taste to just about everything she made.

He had asked her about it, but she had just smiled and shrugged, telling him that it was just the flavourings she used.

Again, he hadn’t objected, it was unique, but not entirely unpleasant. In fact, it added a new depth to what she made him, each meal was a new experience, finding out how her personal flavourings played with and enhanced existing tastes.

This had gone on for a couple weeks, but what happened next had been inevitable.

She had been cooking when he had developed a thirst, not giving it a second thought as he yawned, stretching his arms out above his head he had made his way into the kitchen.

He had frozen, mid-yawn and stared at the scene before him, his sister, tall and athletic, one leg up on a chair, her skirts raised with no underwear in sight, both her hands wrapped around her meat.