After finishing himself off into a dirty shirt, Bobby stowed the cum filled condom in the bottom of his sock drawer—he had plans for it. “Such a tease,” he muttered, slamming the drawer closed. She had been so clinical and detached, the opposite of Megan but it turned him on even more for some reason. He would be sure to get a ride home from Ms. Dubois for the next month. Maybe if he plied her with questions, she might supply a demonstration.
Huffing, Bobby changed his clothes, throwing on a regular shirt and jeans. He consulted his nemvo. Two new transactions awaited him from the same username as the other times. One for $10,000 and another, more recent one by a couple of minutes for $18,000. Switching apps, he selected Ms. Dubois. The larger sum of money was for a blowjob, and his eyebrows rose. He guessed it made sense, she did suck his dick, however short the deed had been. Bobby transferred the cash.
He found Ms. Dubois in the kitchen, throwing away the banana and condom wrappers. “I explained to your mother that we had ‘the talk’, and she’s on her way,” she told him. The trash’s lid snapped shut, and Dubois slid onto a wooden stool opposite the counter. She rummaged in her purse, freeing a handful of loose rubbers. “Take these, hurry.”
Leaning over the counter, Bobby snagged them. “Thanks,” he mumbled, pocketing his new condoms.
Ms. Dubois smacked her forehead with a palm. “I forgot to mention why the pullout method doesn’t work,” she said hurriedly. “Sperm hangs around in your pipes from previous ejaculations, mister, and they can survive for days in there. So don’t even think about trying such a thing. The new pre-ejaculate, used for lubrication by the way, will carry the previous batch of seminal stragglers out and into the world.”
That was news to him, he had always thought that people just fucked up. Considering how much of an imbecile he became when close, he would have needed the condoms even if pulling out was bulletproof. “That’s fucking tragic,” he said, chuckling.
Nodding, Dubois said, “Ingenious if you ask me.”
His mother and sister arrived soon after, carrying several grocery bags. Dubois was beside herself at the sight of Amanda, swooping her into a crushing embrace and pinching Amanda’s cheeks in her signature style. The woman doted on his sister like her own offspring, Amanda taking the affection in stride as Dubois peppered her with praise.
Mom gave Bobby a warm smile, eyes crinkling. “I bought steaks, honey,” she said, showing him the contents of a plastic bag. “What do you say we fire up the grill and make a day of it? And tomorrow we’ll clean out your new room.”
He couldn’t help feeling like she got the meat as an apology. There was no way she had asked Dubois to get him off, and he would bet his life that Dubois hadn’t mentioned that part. His teacher had said, ‘the talk’, which he was far too old for, but wasn’t mad at how it played out. Bobby’s mom must be thinking he was dying of embarrassment, not recovering from the second greatest day of his life. “Yeah, let’s do it,” Bobby replied.
His mother beamed. “Wonderful,” mom said, squeezing his shoulder. “Can you get everything ready out back?
Their backyard consisted of old lounge chairs with sun bleached and split cushions, the stuffing coming loose on most of them. The puffy, white tufts flopped lazily in the breeze or gathered in the corners of the wooden fence that encircled the yard. Flipping open the stainless-steel hood, Bobby cut on every burner and looked around for the grill scraper. He found it lying on the only pool chair they owned, the kind with plastic straps running across the frame. He didn’t know why they had it.
Once the grill heated up a little, Bobby scraped the grates, black dust and chunks flying every which way. The metal thrummed as he pumped his arm, working up a sweat from the heat billowing into his face. He tossed the tool back onto the pool chair, where it bounced and spun, landing on the cracked cement.
“You shouldn’t throw things, mister,” Dubois said, stepping through the patio door and holding a glass of orange juice. “What if I had been lying on that chair?”
One of Dubois’s breast securing straps had narrowed, bunching up around her nipple area, exposing the creamy flesh on either side. The boob meat danced, jiggling as she walked. “I wouldn’t have thrown it if you were right there,” Bobby defended himself and closed the grill lid.
Dubois situated herself on a lounger, legs wide open, and Bobby was gifted a glimpse of tender thigh and white underwear.
Amanda stepped outside next and handed him a can of cuke. She squinted in the sun, her nose wrinkling, freckles bunching. “Do you want to watch a show with me later?” Amanada asked. “My computer isn’t working.” She fussed with some of her bracelets.
Bobby took the drink, cracking it open. “What show?” he asked as Dubois tucked her dress between her legs and kicked off her shoes.
“It’s an anime, the female character is a badass who steals from pirates,” she said, rushing out the final words as a sneeze took hold of her.
He chuckled, waiting for her to recover. “Yeah,” Bobby said. “I think I’ve heard of it. Where? In my room?”
Amanda made a face, her tongue poking through her lips. “Where else?” she asked, crossing her arms. “Brenda hogs the other TV all night. Mom bought us some popcorn and m+ms, the peanut kind, and a six pack of flavor shakers. We can try them all.” She grinned widely, revealing her slightly oversized front teeth.
He could go for some candy and popcorn. “Fuck yeah, I’m in.”
*
When Dubois left, it was well past seven. Bobby and Amanda made popcorn in the microwave, adding butter before dumping two bags into six different Tuggerware containers. Mom helped them carry everything to Bobby’s room, placing the stuff on his bed and wishing them goodnight.
Amanda left to get changed. She returned wearing a loose-fitting, violet night dress, thin straps holding it up at her shoulders. Her small breasts and puffy nipples were outlined through the fabric. She suffered from the same little boob syndrome as the rest of the women in the family, but unlike Brenda, Amanda didn’t seem to care. Bobby removed his socks.
His sister paused, door partially closed. “We need more pillows, hold on,” Amanda said, spinning on her heel and hurrying away. “Don’t start the show without me!” Her voice muted as she stomped to her room, bare feet slapping against the floorboards.
He settled in, propped up against his pillows and facing the TV, huge bag of m+ms between his legs and a row of popcorn tubs on his left. Amanda burst through the door, slamming it shut and glancing at the TV. She sighed and spat out a length of her hair. Hurrying over to his bed, she positioned her pillows next to Bobby before turning off the lights. She gingerly crawled in next to him, trying not to tip over any of the popcorn containers. Visit NovelPing for the full chapter.
One spilled onto her right leg, pooling next to her skinny thigh and tumbling between her legs, leaving dust across her skin and faint streaks of butter. “Crud,” she muttered, bunching her night dress high. Amanda grabbed a handful of the spillage between her thighs and stuffed it into her mouth, crunching. “Mmm, delicious. It’s the four cheese.” She wiggled the sullied leg. “Try some, you’re going to like it.”
Bobby snatched a few near the outside of her knee. Chewed. “That is good,” he agreed, palming another handful.
Amanda’s bracelets clattered up her forearm as she ate some more, the TV’s reflection glowing wetly in her eyes. “Oooh!” she yelped, and jerked forward, reaching for the m+ms between Bobby’s legs. All but one popcorn container upended, spilling on both sides of her right leg, filling the triangle of space between her wiry thighs. “Shed!”
Bobby cackled as she leaned back, bag of m+ms in hand and surveying the carnage. Setting the candy between them, Amanda shifted, raising the hem of her night dress and exposing the popcorn at her nether region. His eye traveled her right thigh and hitched at her protruding hip bone, where bare skin surrounded it, a faint line where underwear should be. Not being able to help himself, he glanced at her crotch, pale and soft, her pubic hair showing, but the popcorn kept her mostly decent.
“Dangit,” she cursed, covering herself but left the popcorn where it was. “I’m sorry, Bobby, I ruin everything.” Amanda frowned, lips quivering.
“I can’t name anything that you’ve ruined,” he said and dumped the remaining bowl onto his stomach and groin and some between his legs.
She smiled softly and then it grew wide. “No fair, you’re wearing pants, and you can’t even feel it tickling,” Amanda said and wriggled her legs, the popcorn making a swooshing noise. His sister giggled.
Bobby grunted. “Fine, I’ll put shorts on,” he said and scooted around her and off the bed.
Amanda huffed, crossing her arms, bracelets tinkling. “No, same as me, without underwear,” she demanded, pouting.
Bobby cocked his head. “Mandy, I can’t sit there with no bottoms, what if mom comes in?” he asked, furrowing his brow. “We’re too old for naked games, Amanda, and you’re my sister.”
“What, are you attracted to me?” she questioned and scooped some popcorn, piling it in front of her groin.
“No!” Bobby said, screwing his face up. “That’s disgusting.”
She lifted an arm, as if what he’d said answered her question. “Then what’s the problem?” Amanda asked. “Are you so grossed out by me that you won’t eat anything that touched my leg?” Her tone was harsh, hurt by what he had said.
“You know that isn’t what I meant,” Bobby said, shaking his head. Despite noticing her curves, or lack of them, along with the rest of his family, he had never been aroused by any of his sisters. He merely had a wandering eye. “It’s just strange, sitting together like that.”
“You’ll be covered in popcorn underwear, like me,” Amanda said, putting her hands together in a prayer motion. “Please? I know I’m weird, but come on, be my popcorn twin.”
He glanced at the mound in front of her and what he could see of her bare legs. She wiggled her toes. “Fine,” Bobby sighed. “You’re so goofy.”
Amanda raised her arms in triumph. “Yes!” she hollered. “Can you do me one more favor?” Lowering a hand, she grasped some fluffy kernels and popped them in her mouth.
“What is it?” Bobby asked, unbuttoning his pants.
“Can you bring me a soda and the four cheese shaker?” she asked, giving him puppy dog eyes.
Hurrying to the kitchen, he piled four cans of cuke into his shirt, using it like a basket and snatched the four-cheese shaker and the caramel flavored shaker; which gave him an idea. One of his favorite combos was chocolate caramel, so he grabbed the chocolate syrup from the fridge, adding it to his haul. He could hear Neltfix emanating from the living room. Fucking Brenda, he thought, before heading back to his room.
Amanda clapped lightly when he returned. She had the show paused at the intro and ready to go. “Lock the door,” she said, and pressed play. “I don’t want Brenda coming in and bothering us. We’ll never hear the end of it.”
Bobby locked it before dumping the things he had grabbed onto the bed, near her feet. “Can you put the sodas there,” he asked, pointing at the night table beside Amanda.
She nodded, reaching forward. “Uh huh, ooh, chocolate sauce,” Amanda said, placing the items on the stand. “Good idea.”
As Bobby undressed, Amanada cracked a soda, gulping some down loudly. “Ahh,” she sighed. “Don’t worry, the first thirty episodes are crud, you aren’t missing anything. But they’re short, so we’ll get to the good stuff in no time.”
Fully naked from the waist down, Bobby climbed onto the bed and scooted next to her, leaning against his pillows. Amanda gathered the empty Tuggerware, stacking the bowls and placing them on the nightstand beside her. “Do you want to pull an all-nighter and watch everything like we used to?” he asked, scooping popcorn onto his junk and between his legs.
She took a long sip of soda and put it down. Burped with her mouth closed. “I don’t think we’ll make it, there’s more than a thousand episodes,” Amanda said and helped him get popcorn everywhere. “Come closer, so it’s easier for me to reach your pile.”
Bobby adjusted his pillows and scooched as close as possible; their bare hips and thighs touching. She made no mention of his dick, treating it like any other body part that was commonly ignored. “Watching that many will take a while,” he mused. “We should do this again with different snacks.”
“Yes!” she squealed. “This is going to be so fun.” Reaching over, she grabbed the chocolate sauce and caramel shaker, handing them to Bobby. “You’re going to love the show, trust me.” The source of this chapter is g.com.
Bobby shook some caramel flavor onto his popcorn. His penis wasn’t fully concealed and it poked through the popcorn surrounding it like a meerkat. Squeezing a little chocolate around his cock, he snapped the bottle shut and tried some. “It’s pretty good,” he said.
Amanda was dusting her own mound with four cheese, a lot of it landing on her thighs. She reached out, grabbing some of his, narrowly avoiding his prick. “Needs more caramel,” she said and liberally applied more, showering the entire area indiscriminately and coating his member thoroughly.
They watched the show for an hour, eating from each other’s piles until there wasn’t much left. Amanda had only a few handfuls between her thighs, and she had rolled up the hem of her night dress, above her belly button so it wouldn’t get dirty. It was dark between her legs but occasionally the screen would flash, and he caught sight of her dark patch.
Amanda hit the skip intro button and gathered the remaining popcorn into a single heap against her crotch. She eyed Bobby’s popcorn. “Can you close your legs and put everything there,” she pointed near his dick. “I don’t want to reach under there.” Stuffing her hand into the m+m bag, she popped a mouthful.
He sat up higher, doing as she asked and situating the popcorn above his penis. It looked like a thick bunch of cloudy pubes. “There,” he said, putting his hand between her legs, brushing Amanda’s thigh and taking a handful. He felt soft skin against his index finger, her delicate lips. His manhood flopped, engorging and it disturbed his carefully laid pile as he pulled his hand away from her. Amanda made no reaction but for a subtle intake of breath when Bobby’s fingertip had grazed her sex.
She fixed his pile, arranging the kernels around his hard dick like a hot dog bun before squirting a generous amount of syrup onto him. “Needs more chocolate, there isn’t much popcorn left,” Amanda said, opening the caramel shaker and decorating his syrup covered, rigid shaft with the sweet powder.
“Come on, Amanda,” Bobby complained, gesturing at himself. “You’re getting it all over me.”
Amanda dropped the shaker and finished off her second can of cuke. “Ahh,” she sighed. “Don’t worry, I’ll eat it all.”
His dick twitched, hopping up with a squelch. Tacky from syrup, most of the popcorn clung to his length and it looked like a popcorn-on-the-cock. “If you say so,” Bobby said, meeting his twin sister’s eyes. Touching her had ignited something primal within him, and he felt shame at the feeling. He dedicated all of his mental energy to willing his cock soft but there was no change, it couldn’t be reasoned with.
She shrugged innocently. “I like chocolate sauce.” Amanda gathered everything that wasn’t connected to his manhood, her fingertips pressing and gliding across his pelvic area, making a mess. Stuffed it into her mouth and casually wiped the sticky excess on her stomach, leaving a dark trail across her navel.
Just beneath that lay her softness, and Bobby reached for it, grabbing the final few kernels and slid his finger along her lips as he retreated. A breath escaped Amanda’s throat but nothing more. It was her turn, and she leaned forward, sitting upright and took the base of his shaft in hand, encircling him under the popcorn-dog and squeezed lightly, running her fist up his length slowly, collecting the popcorn on her way to his glans.
“Ah,” Bobby sighed, the thought of his sister pleasuring him sent a tremor through him. His manhood leaked precum. “Don’t, please.”
“Did I hurt you?” Amanda asked, gathering all the sticky popcorn between her thumb and the base of her index finger. Her palm followed, running across his shaft with a meaty shlick.
“No, it feels nice,” Bobby admitted, gripping his comforter tightly as the TV flashed and the main character yelled. “But you shouldn’t touch my dick, Mandy, it’s incest.” He longed for her to do more, to stroke him, to suck him but it couldn’t happen.
She scowled, bringing the chocolaty mess to her lips. “Cleaning you up isn’t incest,” she stated, clearly offended by the notion, and jammed the drenched popcorn in her mouth. It was soggy with syrup and no longer crunched as she chewed. “Was it incest when Mom breastfed us?” Her speech was muffled, and she pointed to his dick. “Was it incest when Mom scrubbed you down there as a kid? Was it incest when she washed me?”
Did Amanda seriously want to clean the entire mess off him? She couldn’t be that naïve. He glanced between her legs, at the unkempt pubic hair and decided that she might be that innocent. The look on her face when she had said the ‘I’ word spoke of disgust. “There’s a difference,” Bobby said, massaging his jaw and hating himself for trying to talk some sense into her. “What you mentioned didn’t feel good, it didn’t, stimulate me.” Dubois’ vocabulary must have seeped into him.
Amanda shrugged, swallowing the final bit of popcorn and licked her fingers. “A lot of stuff is stimulating: books, games, movies, horse rides,” she said, touching a different finger as she mentioned each item in turn. “It isn’t my fault that something feels good to you. I haven’t had anything this delicious in a long time, and I want the rest of my dessert.”
Bobby forced out a sigh and gestured at his penis. “If you manage to clean it all off, I’m going to cum,” he said, opting for his own wording instead of summoning his inner Dubois. “There’s no way I’ll be able to hold back.”
She gripped his thigh, just above the knee. “Like I said,” Amanda huffed, eying his chocolate and caramel cock. “I can’t control how you feel down there, Bobby, but all I’m going to do is clean you up and that isn’t incest. Just look away if you can’t handle a little bath.” She raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to accept his fate. Her lips were parted, and she had chocolate on her chin.
If she was okay with getting him off, he would allow it. His half-hearted protests had been for show anyway, and he welcomed her to touch him more. “Fine, go ahead,” Bobby said, anticipation swirling in his gut.
Amanda patted his leg, smiling. “It’s really tasty,” she said, leaning over his dirty junk. She pressed her lips into the bottom of Bobby’s cock, right above his sack, working her lips open and closed as if she were sloppily eating buttery corn. Her tongue slithered left and right, cleaning and pleasuring him. Her lips smacked and popped as she licked them. She opened the caramel shaker and showered him with more of it. “Need more caramel.”
He chuckled as she changed positions, getting in between his legs. She worked his cock from bottom to top with both hands, like she was feeding a rock climber more rope. The wet, slopping sounds drove him crazy. “Gah,” he hyperventilated.
“Sorry, I want to mix the flavors together before I eat it,” she said. He could see the top of her ass. “Mmm.” She stuck her tongue out in consternation. “So sticky.” Her hands and face were filthy; chocolate syrup coated her nose and upper lip. Keeping up the same motion, she applied slightly more pressure. “Do you care if I swallow the whole loaf?”
He smirked, shaking his head. “Have at it,” he said, grasping his blanket in both fists.
Ducking her head, hair frizzy and clumped in places from syrup, Amanda stuffed his penis into her mouth. She used her teeth to scrape the drying syrup, and her tongue to lap up and dissolve what she gathered. It hurt, but the stimulation from her spastic tongue made up the difference, and he didn’t even try holding back, the thought of his sister gobbling and slurping his cock sent him over the edge.
“Mmm,” she mumbled, eyes going wide as he came in her mouth. She used the searing bursts of fluid to loosen the chocolate. He felt her swirling the goop around, pressing her lips firmly into his shaft so that no Choco-jizz could escape her seal. “Mmm, mmm, mmm.”
Amanda swallowed, gulping the mixture down in three goes and then came up of air. “Ahh,” she sighed, smacking her lips and sucking her tongue. “Tasty.” She scrutinized her work, studying the underside of his shaft. “I should have gone down further when you erupted. It worked wonders for loosening the chocolate.”
“Er, yeah it could have been useful,” Bobby said, tensing as her thumb prodded him, massaging with a circular motion near his tip.