Swallowing Justin – Part III

Part 3


I woke up beside Justin in his bed with my hand still loosely wrapped in his. He was sound asleep and my mind began to wander again. It was almost lunchtime and for the first time since I got up that morning I felt hungry for actual food instead of just for Justin. My stomach growled a little and I tried not to stir so Justin could stay asleep.

I had always been a sexual person, or at least I knew I would be when I finally actually had sex. Sex was always on my mind but I had never acted on any of my urges in the past. It had a lot to do with what Justin had questioned me about earlier, my reputation. I was a good girl, always doing the right thing and always moderately innocent to the things some of the other girls talked about that they either had done or wanted to do. I knew I was much less experienced than nearly all of my friends, but I also knew I was not as innocent or as good as any of them thought.

Justin had a good reputation too, but everyone knew he was getting laid by Jessica Williams and her reputation was sketchy to say the least. Jessica’s Mom had been a stripper until Jessica turned about thirteen and there were all kinds of rumors about the kind of things Jessica had done at the club where her Mom worked. I had often wished I could go to that club and see the women stripping and the men watching them. Many forbidden thoughts had passed through my mind and if my friends knew a fraction of them, my innocence would be in serious doubt. Now my brother and I shared a very dark secret and we both thought we were prepared to keep our taboo antics between us forever.

I had slid quietly out of bed and prepared a simple lunch for us by the time Justin came downstairs. We talked during lunch and decided to stay naked all day since we hoped our forbidden activities would go on through the night. We also agreed we would blow off our friends for the day and just tell everyone we had gone to the lake with our parents and didn’t have our phones with us on the water. Justin told me he needed a little break because his balls were aching a little and I didn’t argue because he had fucked me more forcefully than I had hoped and my muscles were a little sensitive too. We both needed a little time to recuperate, so we each kind of did the chores we were supposed to do and agreed we would talk about what to do a little later.

About an hour break was all I needed. I kept seeing Justin walk around with his cock bouncing and flopping from side to side and it was making me horny. He seemed to be okay with just wasting the day on stuff we could do while everyone was home, so I decided I had better kick things into gear a little. There was a small stain where something had spilled on the marble in front of the living room fireplace, so I grabbed a rag and a bottle of glass cleaner and waited until Justin was doing something in the living room before I took action. On all fours, I started scrubbing the floor with my ass facing my horny brother. I made sure to reach a little extra to get the stain and pretended not to know he was behind me watching.

Justin tiptoed up behind me and swatted my ass firmly, making a loud slapping sound as his opened hand landed against my firm round buttock with a sharp sting. I giggled playfully, “Mmm, have I been bad big brother?” I teased.

Justin answered with a question. “Do you want to be bad little sister?”

I shook my long blonde hair out of my way and looked at him seductively over my shoulder, swaying my ass slowly side-to-side. “What would you like to do to me?” I asked him, feeling my hormones raging again and quickly getting wet with horny desire.

Justin settled in behind me on his knees and pressed the puffy head of his cock against my hot, swollen pussy. “I would like to fuck my slut, sister like a doggy.” He said, pushing his hard-on toward me enough to force only the head of his hefty member inside my waiting body.

I arched my back a little and my jaw dropped opened as the pleasure of his penetration carried me back toward the euphoric feelings I had experienced earlier in the morning. “Oh, Justin!” I exclaimed excitedly. “Wow, I love your cock inside me.”

Justin popped my ass again with his opened hand as he was sliding his long, thick cock back out of my pussy, leaving me ready for him to drive into me again. His rhythm barely even started before I recognized his usual sound that told me his climax was near. “Ugh! FUCK!” He grunted loudly, thrusting his hips so hard against mine it nearly knocked me forward. He held himself inside of me again and I could feel him pulsating his hot cream deep in my pussy.

“CLAP…CLAP….CLAP.” Filled the room, making both Justin’s and my hearts stop instantly in horror. We both whipped around at the same time to see our neighbor, Mr. Harris leaning back comfortably on our couch with his legs crossed and a serious expression on his face. “Well, well, well.” He started, allowing his lips to turn up into a little smile. “And what the fuck is going on here?” He asked in a very disturbed tone. “No pun intended, of course.”

I felt Justin slide out of me slowly, but neither of us would speak a word of what was going on.

Mr. Harris had been our neighbor and a close friend of our parents for over ten years. He is the one that always looked after our place when we were gone and offered help when it was needed. He was a tall, strong man that had to be over forty, but not by much. His short, black hair was always perfect and he always dressed really nice like he was a businessman or something. Even that day he was dressed up. He wasn’t married, and hadn’t been the entire time we had known him, but he always seemed to have plenty of friends to keep him busy. He had always been nice to me, never too nice or uncomfortable to be around, and I had a strange crush or interest for him until about a year ago, when I realized I was wasting my time. Justin mowed his lawn all the time and sometimes did other odd jobs for him around his place. I was embarrassed to be naked in front of him, but horrified to be so boldly exposed and prayed silently that it would all just be a bad dream.

“Alright, Justin.” Mr. Harris spoke sternly, “You sit on the floor there for a moment.” He said pointing to a spot a few feet away from Karie. “And Karie, don’t you move a muscle.” He said, scooting himself to the edge of the couch and tastelessly staring at my backside.