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Sister’s Strapon

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Mom made me get up, “And clean up this pigsty, or you’re not getting payed this month.”

I wanted my allowance, so I grabbed my clothes, and threw them in the basket. She dropped that in the door, and slammed it.

The laundry room was behind the garage, but Mark had a separate door. Markus was this college guy that rented out the room for the summer. He seemed pretty cool, but his car wasn’t out front. So, I figured he was at work, and knocked.

Then, I slammed the washer door open, and I heard loud laughs from the garage. My sister was supposed to be spending the night at a friend’s house, but they came back, and when I looked in, they were hiding behind the car cover.

Giggling, “Tiffanie, what are you doing in here?”

“Nothing,” her girlfriend joked. “Maybe he wants to play.”

“No,” my sister pulled her top, but Shay stood up, out far enough to see her wearing a strapon.

I was half awake, still hadn’t had a cup of coffee, and I hadn’t looked at Shayna’s body before. Not really, but my sister let go of her girlfriend’s top, so it wasn’t so tight.

I thought they were gay, and I was happy for her. Tiff kissed, and made out with her, as far as I knew that’s as far as it went. I didn’t even know she had breasts to get to second base with, because she always wore baggy tops. With sleeves, and collars too high to see down when she bent over. Not that I looked at tweens that way before, but then Tiff came around the trunk, and picked up a pair of underwear off the floor.

“How about it?” Shay backed me through the door, “Stud?” I looked back at Tiff, but she was too busy stepping into the panties, and I covered up the front of my shorts. I hadn’t put anything on, nor even taken a piss. I just wanted to get my last chore out of the way. “You want to try it, or you just want to watch?”

“I don’t want to watch.”

“Well,” my sister appeared in the door behind her, and reached around to wipe the thing dry. Her fingers barely wrapped around it, but now I could see how wet it was from the fluid rolling up in front of the bed, “You better get on the bed, then.”

I looked back, and saw the box open. For the first time, for a second I thought it just appeared there. I was dreaming, and all this lesbian kissing had gotten to me. Shay didn’t dress like a tomboy, or cut her hair short, but the way she acted. I’m not surprise that she had a strapon, or my mind came up with that image of her playing the man.

My hardon was straining the waistband of my boxers, but she took my hands, and gently pulled them out of the way. “It’s okay, I’ll be gentle.”

“Huh, take it off, it’s my turn anyway.” Tiff pulled these straps, when Shay bent over. Tugging at my waistband, my sister unbuckled the belt. So, it dropped like a bra strap.

“Uh!” My cock popped back up when the waistband slipped over the exposed head, and I sat down. Right on the box, I had to push it away, but it had a label on the side.

“Oh, wow. Why didn’t you tell me he was so hung?” Shay looked back, picking up one leg like a dog, so Tiff could slip the strap off one of her high heeled pumps.

Then the other, “He’s my brother, it’s not as if I look at it all the time.”

“You had to notice, how can you miss something this big?” She turned back, closing her eyes, and rubbing her cheek down it. “Mh, you ever do porn?” She turned, and rubbed the other cheek up it. “Yeah, you’d be great for porn.” Well, no. I didn’t start until I turned 18.

“Like Lance Heart.” Tiff buckled the belt on under her skirt, and let it fall down.

“Mhn, even bigger.” Shay laughed even louder. “Ahah!”

“What?” My sister looked over her shoulder, and I felt the pressure go down. Just seeing my sister look at my junk like that.

“His foreskin.” Shay pulled it up, and her hand slipped off, so the head appeared when she dropped it, but I couldn’t help getting hard again when she rubbed lower, and picked up my balls to roll them together with her thumbs. “Hahhhhl!” Licking up from the top of the hair to the tip, she pinched it, and wagged her tongue.

Side to side, I just lay back, or tried to, but ended up with my shoulders propped on the wall. Then, she pinched it to hold it up, kiss it, and pump the skin to kiss that. Roll it back with her lips, and my eyes closed when I felt her warm wet mouth engulf the head.

“Oomp smup!” She broke the seal, and pumped the skin up to suck that. Then, she pulled out, so it dropped, and slipped wetly out on my tummy. She grinned, and stuck her tongue out. Licking it, and wiping it back, and forth with her nose. Then, she stopped, and wagged her tongue in the little split again.

“Oh, how did you learn to give head like this?”

She just picked it up, and shook her head. My head turning back and forth, while my eyes shut again, overcome by the heavenly sensations until she started shaking. Tiffany took advantage of the distraction to pull her pants down, and work the dong into her girlfriend.

“Uh!” She dropped it, and crawled up. Drying me with her top, and my sister followed her pulling it tight. “Uh fuck. Fuckmeyeah. Ah fuck me fuckmeah!” She somehow pulled it up, and felt around between us to get a grip, and slip the skin through her wet fingers. Pushing it up to rub it on her training bra.

Which just reminded me how young she was. To be sucking dick like a pro, and moaning fuck me like a pornstar. Getting nailed by my sister with mark’s strapon, so I couldn’t help blowing it right up her top.

“Oh, god. Ohhhh! God!” I never felt an orgasm so mind blowingly powerful before in my whole life. It was like morning wood, and a post jerk piss times. A lot.

“Huh!” She stood up, and turned around. Holding up her top to show my sister, and I just turned to kick the harness box off the bed. Catching my breath, but what else was I going to do but watch? At that point, I was just enjoying the dream, or so I thought.

I didn’t want to think that this was really happening, like this kind of thing ever really happens, except in porno scripts. I even avoided the gay, and bisexual side of sites like Pornohub, XNXX, and Xvids, so I didn’t know who Lance Hart was (Or even how it’s spelled,) but after my sister wiped up some of my wad, Shay got down to clean it off the dildo.

Then, I woke up, “Huh?” In the laundry room, when the washer started swinging around in the spin cycle. Banging the sides so I had to kick my shorts off to get up, and stop it. “Huh!” Looking down at my flaccid dick it’s not that big, and I’m not the kind of guy to measure it. I can’t believe that was real, but balancing the load distracted me for a little wile, until I found myself standing naked.

Waiting for the spin cycle to wind up, and see if it was balanced, I rubbed my eyes, and felt how tacky my hand was. Trying to remember when I ever touched my dick, but it didn’t smell like spunk.

“Snh?” It smelled like strawberry, and something else. I rubbed the greasy residue with my thumb, and guessed it was lip-gloss, or something like that. “Huh!” I sat back on the bed, with my boner, and closed my eyes. My spank bank filled up with the weirdest images I couldn’t even imagine before.

My little sister’s girlfriend, with a strapon, and then my sister strapping it on to pound her while she sucked me off, and then turning around to clean the cum off, and give my sister a blowjob? Kinda, but then Mark knocked.

“Uh!” I covered it up, and picked up my boxers to put on in the garage. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, man.” He laughed, “We all do it, and with all the girls in the house.”

“What?”

“Oh, you know, your sister’s party?” I shook my head, but my lost boner threatened to come back with a twinge. “You didn’t put all your clothes in the washer.”

“Yeah, I don’t guess I have anything else to wear.”

“Well, here.” He dug out a shirt, and a pair of shorts for me to wear, so I’d get out of his room, but at least he was cool about it. I looked around for the strapon box, to see if it was out in plain sight, or up on one of the shelves he used instead of a dresser.

In the kitchen, mom was mopping up the floor in a bathing suit, and she warned me. “Stay out of the bathroom, and the girl’s room for a while. Fanny had some friends over, and a little water fight.”

“Okay.” I didn’t even want to look at her, not because she was in a bathing suit (With wet spray from the sink sprayer, and dripping wet hair) but after what just happened. I don’t know how I’m going to look my little sister in the eye again, but she’s only 11. Her girlfriend is only 12, and how the hell did she get a girlfriend before me? I’m 14, and about to start high school in the fall, when she hasn’t even started middle school yet.

Sure enough, when the girls ran out, and I could use the restroom, there were bikinis everywhere. Hung up by the strings from the shower rod, the towel holders, draped up in the sink, and they giggled a lot in here. In her room putting some clothes on, and those giggles haunted me.

At night, in my sleep, they gave me nightmares. I woke up hard, with visions of them grabbing me. Molesting me, and giggling, then taking turns raping me with a strapon. I’m not saying that Shayna raped me, molested me, or anything. She just gave me a BJ, the most incredible BJ, well. The only one I ever had, but then my sister started cumming in my room.

With her strapon (She never would tell me how she got it) and her phone to show me Lance Hart. Her favorite pornstar, with girls pegging him, guys fucking him, playing the cuckhold, tied up, and even chicks with dicks. Pretty much everything she could find, anyway.

To fuck me, yeah my sister fucks me up the ass. Any chance I can get alone with her, because I love it. Okay, now he’s my brother. “Frank,” but it doesn’t feel gay after all the incest, and group sex with his girlfriends.

Honestly, it’s the only thing that made the nightmares stop, so I could enjoy them as wet dreams again. So, don’t judge me, all right?

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2 Comments

  • Reply AP

    Cool story!!
    A dream inside a fantasy inside a fiction.

    • Psiberzerker

      Thanks thrice!