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Bitch-Ass Sister by MechaBlade Dean sat in bed, stroking himself through his boxers casually while reading his girly magazine, enjoying the liberties of an empty house. Well, not completely empty. His mother had left for work already, so only his older sister Dierdre was home, but she wouldn't be up for another half-hour. Unbeknownst to Dean, Deirdre was up early. She walked by his room, then stopped. He threw the magazine under the covers as she peeked her head around the door frame and said, "Hey kiddo, we're all out of Cocoa Pebbles, so it looks like you're having Mueslich for breakfast." She cocked her head. "Hey, what are you doing?" "Nothing!" he blurted. Deirdre raised an eyebrow. Dean's sister set her bowl of delicious Cocoa Pebbles on his desk and jumped on the bed. He yelped as she landed on the bed and pulled his magazine from under the covers. He reached for it and she held the magazine away from him with one hand, holding him down in the bed with the other. "Ooh! Naughty!" "Give it back, slut!" She was taken aback. He'd never called her that before. She smiled. "Look at the big mouth on the little guy! Where'd you learn that? My little bro is growing up..." She hugged him and he reached for the magazine once more, but his arms weren't long enough. "Well, I guess you are growing up, judging by your selection of reading material here." She flipped through the pages. "Huh. Can you tell me what the male fascination with Asian chicks is?" Dean grumbled and folded his arms. She obviously wasn't going to give it back until she finished making fun of him. She flipped through some more pages. "This is good shit here, Dean. Real quality stuff. Jackable." She paused. "Were you jacking it, Dean?" "No. Are you done?" "You're telling me you're weren't just spanking the monkey right now?" Dean narrowed his eyes. "Screw you." "Sounds like a 'Yes' to me." He grew afraid as she slowly looked towards his crotch. "Only one way to find out!" "No!" he screamed, turning away. She easily overpowered him and dug her hand into his boxers. He tried to twist away from her, but she had a death grip on his cock. "Yep, hard as rock. Just as I thought." Humiliated and unable to get her hand off of his dick, he mumbled, "I wasn't doing anything." "Jesus, and how you've grown! I remember when Mom used to bathe you in the sink, you were smaller than my pinky!" He was horrified. Did she just compliment him on how big his dick was? Shocked and embarrassed, he had no idea what to say or do. She was as surprised as he was. "Wow! Does it get any harder?" She began to jerk his cock with her hand, letting the magazine in her other hand fall to the floor. His cock was still partially covered by his boxers, but she could see the tip of it as it grew beyond the hem. "Jesus, it does! You're huge! You take after Dad, I guess." "Deirdre, get- Wait, what?" "Yeah, I saw him getting out of the shower once and he was as big as you are now. You're going to be quite popular in high school." "I- Really? No, wait..." "Is this what you were doing when I came in? Stroking your big cock?" "Stop it, Deirdre! Get off!" he finally blurted. "Or what? You'll tell Mom?" She laughed out loud. She imitated his voice with a whine: "'Moooom, Deirdre was stroking me off again!'" She cackled loudly. "So were you stroking your cock?" she asked again. He was humiliated and wanted her to stop, but her hands were really starting to feel good. He said pitifully, "No, I was just touching it." "Just touching it, eh?" she pulled his boxers down a little and now his cock and balls were in full view. "Wow, that's a pretty cock!" she remarked, still stroking up and down his shaft. She smiled guiltily. "Have you ever had a girl suck your cock?" He trembled with fear. He knew what she was going to do if he said no, and he knew it was wrong. He straightened up and told her, "Plenty of times," a lie he often told his friends. He hadn't shown his dick to anyone yet. "Liar." She bent over Dean's body and began to suck his cock in the same wanton manner she had sucked her previous boyfriends' cocks. He gasped, not knowing anything could feel this good. Deirdre was happy to see her technique was as superb as the boys at her school had claimed it to be. And her stupid mother thought the pierced tongue was a fashion statement. "Mmmmmm." For no reason at all, Dean realized that Deirdre was wearing her red short shorts. They were so short that he had seen the slit of her shaven pussy and the crinkly tint of her asshole a couple of times when she had happened to bend over in front of him. These orifices, although previously deemed unsexy because of who they were attached to, now ran through his lust-filled mind. He ignored the face and the identity attached to those images of a slightly ajar pussy and the edge of her asshole. Thinking just about the holes was okay, as long as he didn't think about his sister. He began to whimper. "Oh wow, you're really enjoying this," she said, pulling her mouth from his dick, which now leaked precum. "Something must be wrong with you." She laughed again, switching back to giving him a handjob. She pumped his shaft furiously. He felt himself being pushed over the edge. "No," he whimpered. "Pull your shirt up," she instructed. "What?" he gasped. He felt it coming and tried weakly to push her away, but his efforts were in vain. She pumped faster to really get the cum flowing. And flow it did. He shot all over his shirt and chin. "Uh!" he grunted pitifully. "Told ya," she told him. She let him go and his dick flopped, convulsed, and spit up more cum. She wiped her hands on her shorts, picked up her bowl of cereal and left his room, winking at him as she went. Dean lied there in his bed, his cum soaking into his shirt. "Bitch," he muttered. |