Post-Graduation Celebration: Chapter 1
Hello there! It's been ages since the initial Graduation Ceremony was published, and yet today, out of nowhere, I found myself inspired to write another installment featuring Cam and Katie. You might want to read at least one of the previous POVs for context, but it's not absolutely necessary.
All characters in this story are over eighteen.
Initially, Cam felt remorseful about what happened during the graduation day several months ago. He had defiled his sister, in a school bathroom of all places--although calling it 'defilement' might not be accurate. They had made love, and despite his dominance, aggression, and the inappropriate location, they both enjoyed it. They eventually made their way back to the dormitory, and while they didn't have more sex on that day, they kissed and teased each other in ways that left Cam desperate for a taste of Katie. His obsession with her breasts was obvious, and she used this to her advantage, teasing him mercilessly by rubbing them all over his face and neck, even squeezing them with ruthless abandon. All the while, she withheld letting him touch her.
Although the second chapter of that fateful graduation day did not happen right then and there, it did come to pass in the ensuing weeks. Their desire only grew stronger, leading to a near-daily ritual of intercourse. They left no stone unturned, trying every new thing they could think of. Between Cam's well-endowed cock and Katie's ample bosom, they had endless possibilities to explore.
First, Cam bound her wrists and ankles, despite Katie's initial objections. They already had an established dynamic, so Cam reasoned that this wasn't much different. They started small, just with hands tied, or feet, or blindfolds, and gradually progressed. Sometimes Cam would let her be in control, beginning with her mouth while his hands were bound behind his back.
Then they took their oral play to the next level as Cam discovered the finer aspects of pleasing his sister. He found that he had a natural talent with his tongue, starting with the basic ABC technique and moving on to advanced approaches involving his hands, lips, and fingers. On occasion, he even grabbed an ice cube, utilizing techniques he'd found online to enhance the chill of his touch. He even purchased a small vibrator to take their pleasure to the next level. While he loved his sister dearly, part of his motivation stemmed from the fact that she reciprocated. Cam was obsessed with the feel of his sister's mouth, and although she found much pleasure in using it, he could never get enough.
His most significant accomplishment came the day he convinced her to let him use her throat while she laid on her back. "Will this hurt?" she asked.
"Katie, I promise I'll go easy on you. I just want to try it--it doesn't have to happen until after."
Katie turned serious, lost in thought. "How am I going to breathe? Your cock's pretty big, I don't want to choke." The image of his sister choking on him, her throat filled with his bulk, was too arousing for Cam, causing him to lose focus. Katie snapped her fingers to get his attention.
"Whatever you say, just trying it out will be enough, right?" Cam's response seemed to reassure her, as she had always been willing to try new things in bed. Under no circumstances was she afraid of pain.
Cam's wishful thinking became a reality, as within moments, Katie's throat was filled to capacity with his hard member, his thick and lengthy tool thrusting deep inside her gullet. She had discovered a way to breathe while on her back, but it was uncomfortable. She relaxed, only feeling good when her back was pressed against the mattress beneath her, her life fish slamming against her head, unable to find a stable position. She continued to touch, suck, and kiss her own fingers, even though her hands were now occupied, not that this mattered to her.
Katie didn't enjoy the act itself, but she relished the level of excitement it brought to Cam. She had never seen him so vocal or expressive since they had started their exploration. She caressed his balls gently, aware of how his shudders shook him to the core, almost unable to withstand the sheer force of his climax. She rubbed her tongue around his shaft, moving as best she could with everything stuffed into her throat. This subtle maneuver proved effective, sending him past that limit into full orgasm, causing him to slam into her, unable to maintain his balance. Katie had to smack his thighs to break the spell, and after cumming, he could barely stand. She coughed up his semen, which dribbled down her chin and nose. Belly-laughing at the absurdity of the situation, they locked lips, their faces glistening with the remnants of each other's pleasure.
Katie lost her voice for the next two days, and her neck remained stiff for a week.
The siblings' activities persisted during the following weeks as Katie remained near the university until she found work. They spent more time at Cam's dorm, where he was the sole occupant. There were thin walls, but none of his neighbors had a clue about who he was, as he disregarded making any connections with them, and the school had a vast student population. Fortunately, nobody suspected the forceful sex occurring in the corridor's confines was being performed by siblings.
With the hot summer passing and autumn approaching, they determined that they would visit their parents before Cam began his final year of college. The visit would enable both siblings to catch up with their hometown friends, savor their childhood bedrooms, and welcoming the cooling autumn gusts. Cam held doubts about any occurrence between him and Katie; sharing a bed at home would be excessively risky. Even their joking around was a risk, considering their parents would almost certainly be suspicious of their interactions.
Their parents believed them to be prudish. Cam hadn't disclosed any details of his sexual affairs, mainly because none of them were long-term romances. His one-night stands were largely insignificant, as they held little value despite the intensity they generated. Katie had possessed one long-term boyfriend for nearly two years during college. He met her parents and even spent Thanksgiving with them, but their ugly split convinced them that Katie sought solace from her injuries. She mingled with hookups, and her most recent playmate had been her very own sibling. In the car ride back home with their parents, inquiring about potential love interests, both siblings were reserved. Katie asserted she'd make an effort once she knew about her work prospects, and Cam relayed he was concentrating on executing his college experience thrillingly, not that he needed a study buddy. "If you find the right girl, Cam, it won't adversely affect your studies. In truth, it could be thrilling to have a collaborator in crime during your senior year, maybe you could both study and maintain a balanced life," their father suggested. Little did he understand, they currently had a co-conspirator present in the same car, and her striking bosom, skillful tongue, and seductive lips were guaranteed to disrupt Cam's studies.
The early stages at home, no questionable activities transpired. The two kept their distance, dining with their family and re-establishing relations with their acquaintances from the neighborhood. Some had relocated, and others stayed nearby, but reuniting with their acquaintances evoked recollections of a more innocent time, when their sibling rivalry shifted into animosity, pranks, and persistent squabbling. Cam had always experienced Katie's allure for her breasts, and his sisters always sensed the bulge in his pants, but they didn't initiate any thoughts about one other until that unforgettable graduation day.
Five days into their stay, temptation was scarce.
Katie was close with a core group of friends, primarily from her athletic teams. She excelled at multiple sports, from softball to basketball to even swimming, but she finally focused on volleyball. As her high school team lacked competence, and their league wasn't particularly intense, figures like hers could find a spot. Katie turned out to be outstanding, leading them to a conference championship in her junior year.
Cam was acquainted with her friends by face, having encountered them at their gatherings before, celebrating a tournament win or post-match commotion. He tended to disengage from these events, confining himself to his bedroom and his Xbox. Notwithstanding his high school withdrawn disposition, he would greet the volleyball girls in the hallway and receive their greetings in return. Katie was frequently spotted with Amber, but he hadn't anticipated Caitlyn's presence. He supposed it was Caitlyn who would be by her side. However, he was shocked to discover who he encountered instead.
Mackenzie had never been the most popular girl in her group of friends. She was the smartest, having earned herself a spot at an Ivy League school, but her struggles with acne and her inability to choose glasses that complemented her face meant she didn't receive the same attention as her buxom teammates. When her friend Katie brought her home after nearly five years of college life, Troy couldn't help but be stunned. Once a dorky teen with mediocre curves, she was now a fit beauty. She wore a pair of light denim jeans that clung to her figure, with a relaxed top that hinted at a small bosom beneath. She'd found spectacles that highlighted her cheekbones and flattered her eyebrows, and had managed to clear her acne. She had a bronze complexion, thanks to her quarter African ancestry and the surprising amount of sun she got on the east coast.
What had really captivated his attention was her physique from behind. Not only were her curves more athletic and toned than before, her arms revealing a hint of muscle and her shoulders strong but not masculine, but her derriere had developed and taken on the most enchanting peach shape he'd ever seen. Her thighs bulged slightly in an hourglass shape, and each round cheek of her new bubble butt swayed as she walked, even in jeans. It wasn't large enough to suggest surgical enhancements, nor did her movements resemble what he'd seen on implants online. This was a natural butt, the result of hard work, diet, and fortunate genetics. Troy had always preferred breasts, perhaps influenced by his sister's ample bosom, but he had an appreciation for an ass, the way its movement could captivate you and draw you towards it like a magnetic force - not to mention the magnetic force itself that rested between the round globes.
"Hey, Troy! It's been so long," Mackenzie said, taking off her shoes at the mud rack. He had been staring at the behind that had poked out when she walked in, and there was a flush creeping up his cheeks from embarrassment. "Mackenzie, it's great to see you."
"It's been forever," replied Mackenzie, unfazed by his lingering gaze. "You have to tell me about school," she continued, taking off her light coat and placing a handbag on the ground. "I want to hear a perspective different from your sister's."
"We're in different majors, so he's seen a completely different side of campus than me," Katie interjected.
"Your experience at school sounds more appealing," Troy commented, stealing glimpses at her behind as she removed her coat. "You have such a beautiful tan. I didn't realize the east coast got so many sunny days." Katie shot him a glare, and he realized his comment might have come across as flirtatious. Was Katie displaying jealousy, or concern over his interest in one of her closest friends? He couldn't tell.
"It's just from the summer," Mackenzie admitted. "I went around the Mediterranean with some friends. Started in France and traveled all the way to Greece. I can't recommend it enough." Troy couldn't help but contemplate whether 'friends' included a 'boyfriend' as well, causing his attentiveness to diminish.
"You had quite the memorable vacation, yes?" Mackenzie nodded, her cheeks blushing slightly. "While you're still in school, make every moment count. If I could do college over, I'd definitely do things differently - both within and beyond the classroom." Remarking on his speechlessness, she added, "So, what did you get up to at school, Troy?"
Unprepared for the sudden address, Troy was speechless. He cast a glance at Katie, who appeared to be urging him to say something. "It was fun," he managed, recalling his thoughts and adding, "I couldn't find anything lasting, but it was enjoyable while it lasted." Mackenzie regained the reins of the conversation. "Well, you still have your final year. Make the most of it!"
The girls went upstairs to hang out in Katie's room, leaving Cam to revisit his childhood Xbox. He had to tend to the pressing need in his trousers that he tried to conceal during the conversation with Mackenzie. Cam's gaze was glued to Mackenzie's curvaceous backside as she and Katie climbed the stairs. If he could create the ideal woman with a combination of different body parts, Mackenzie's derriere would be a necessity. Even when facing him, the enticing curve of her thighs gave hints to the attributes behind them, and just thinking about it caused Cam to accidentally release his semen onto the toilet seat, prematurely ejaculating before he could grab some toilet paper. He hastily showered, rinsing away the carnal thoughts swirling in his mind, like the steam in the bathroom.
Tensions flared two nights later, when Cam's parents went to the city to catch up with former coworkers, leaving him and his sister home alone until midnight.
Cam was experiencing boredom and arousal, having exhausted the games on his shelf and unable to contact any local friends due to their various commitments. It was a quiet work night, a monotonous Thursday evening, so no one was heading to bars or socializing on someone's patio. He was idly scrolling through his phone in the bathroom, the same one where he had eagerly splattered himself a couple nights prior. Suddenly, a knock on the door made him jump.
Reacting with surprise, Cam didn't utter a peep. His only housemate was his sister, and if she passed by the lighted bathroom and tried the handle, she'd realize her brother was inside. But another knock echoed through the house.
'What the hell?' Cam wondered, rising from the toilet. He was fully clothed, engaged in a meaningless activity on the lavatory.
He wasn't ready for what he saw next. It wasn't just seeing Mackenzie outside his door that caught him off guard; it was the outfit she was wearing. She donned a pair of spandex-like shorts, similar to booty shorts with a little extra space, and had on nothing more than a bra up top. Confused, he saw her slipping into the bathroom and swiftly locking the door. Addressing him in a hushed tone, she inquired, "What the hell is going on?"
'What is she talking about?' he wondered. Mackenzie was the one breaking into a private space. "Why would you ask me that question, Mackenzie? Are you the one breaking into my bathroom?" Cam's erection began to swell, distracting him from the situation.
"Cam, I'm not messing with you. Why are you in here without a shirt?"
'Shit!' Cam pondered. This had to be about Katie. There was no other explanation. "I don't know, Mackenzie. I haven't seen Katie since we got home from school. She's been normal since we've been back." He struggled to hide his growing arousal, aware of Mackenzie's close presence.
"Are you serious? There's something different about her. We've known each other for years, and you know what kind of person she is. Katie's been off since I first saw her. Cam, you need to tell me. What's happening with you and Katie?" She seemed to be spot on, leaving Cam unsure how to respond. What could he possibly say?
"I don't know, Mackenzie. I don't know what you're talking about. Katie's been normal since we got back." He used denial as a defensive measure, but it didn't seem to be the right answer.
Mackenzie heaved a sigh of exasperation, glancing around the room in distress, unable to process her thoughts. Taking advantage of the situation, Cam angled his body to conceal his erection.
"I can see it happening right there, Cam. You're getting hard just thinking about it. You and Katie are having an affair, admit it." Amidst the tension, Cam tried to remain calm.
"Mackenzie, I don't know, but we're not having an affair. That's crazy." This line of denial would be futile, but he might as well attempt a different tactic. [
She didn't say anything, only hinted at it. You know, we talked about sex, and she had so many stories to share. But when I put them together, it was clear she was talking about you. She even grabbed my dick, saying it was the size she described.
I wasn't sure at first. But when she mentioned visiting your dorm room multiple times... Why would she do that if she was getting laid all the time? You two hated each other in high school, so this couldn't be for playing board games. Right?
At first, I didn't think much of it. But then, she said, "I don't know what else to call you. Cam? Cam? You want me to cry
'fucking' rap song." Then, she stood up and pulled down my shorts, revealing my dick. She examined it like a precious gemstone. "I guess I get it. Even if you're related, this can be tempting." I looked down at my nearly nine-inch member, proud of its power and impact on women. Her projections were accurate; I was more turned on by her touch than usual.
Someone called out "Mack?" in the distance, causing her to freeze but retreat to the bathroom. "If she's gonna fuck with me, I'll fuck with her too." She quickly turned and began sucking my dick, a fine piece of machinery that deserved all the awe it received.
A series of "Macks?" echoed in the hallway as the intruder searched for her friend. Mackenzie's sucking intensified, and she kept it up despite the growing commotion. The estimated knocks on the door intensified, and eventually, a desperate "Cam, open the FUCKING door!" sounded. It terrified me, but she continued to suck me off, sliding my shaft in and out of her throat, her tongue dancing around my head. Hopefully, Katie didn't suspect her secret herself.
She kept sucking, a mixture of music and slurping noises filling the room as she wouldn't give up until I came. I didn't have to worry about the sounds escaping my mouth, but if I moaned too loudly, she might block my noises. "Fucking bitch," Mackenzie muttered, slurring her words from the motions of her mouth. "She thinks she can play with me like that, and I'll show her." I lost track of her words because of her amazing blowjob. Katie never spoke his name since they were so close, and this was oddly satisfying to hear.
Mackenzie showed no signs of stopping, but the sounds of a woman yelling for me in the hallway wore me down. Eventually, she slid off me, and I sighed deeply, still hiding my voice. "Yes? Katie?" I asked, trying to keep calm.
"Katie?" the blonde woman replied. I wished she would leave us alone. She could see through me, and I could feel her jealousy. She was about to walk away when the intruder called out "Cam?" again. I cringed, not knowing another knock would follow. Panic filled me when the door rattled under the force. "FUCKING OPEN THE DOOR!"
I watched as Mackenzie quickly stood up and put myself away. I wasn't sure if it was the fear of being caught or if she wanted another round of head. Before I could decide, she was back to her feet. "I'll show her," she growled.
Forcing herself to stay seated, she began doing her best to suck me off, hoping to stop me from moaning. "Mack?!" Katie yelled, and her footsteps came closer. Mackenzie continued sucking me, but her motions were interrupted as Katie's voice grew louder. "CAM?! OPEN the F U C K I N G D O O R!" A large thud shook the door, but my would-be lover didn't let up. I started to press my lips together, unable to make any noises. I heard Mackenzie's thoughts projecting herself as she moved her mouth down my shaft, the assistant football player loving throatwork.
The knocks rose to a level of deafening loudness, but I could not slow the woman down. She sucked harder and deeper than ever before, a remarkably talented cock dispensary who gripped me like she was a fiend. "MACK!" Katie yelled loudly with each rap against the door, her anger and desperation to find her friend rising.
In an instant, Mackenzie left the stalls, shirt buttoned and looking normal. Then, her body locked the stall's latch before disappearing out of my view. "Cam?" she hesitated and paused for a moment, a small chuckle following. "Rough day, though." I could hear how she had witnessed my sexual conquest, present at the woman finding her brother fucking his sister. She grabbed my cock again. "Fuck it."
She quickly rubbed her head over the shaft. "I'll suck you off. I'll prove to Katie that I'm the best." Katie's voice had quieted, thankfully. "Cam?" she asked through the entrance to the bathroom. "Mack?"
"Someone else had fun in there first," she purred.
I looked down and caught myself in the act, fear in my eyes. "Mack?! What are you doing? You just left me." She looked at me, stunned. "Did I do something wrong?"
"I just needed to unwind," she smirked. "This secret is hard to keep," she said. "This is why family was so fucked."
I understandably grew very anxious. "Mack, you must stop," I begged.
"I'll make them scream! My brother's dick made me a submissive bitch, a mouth for its owner," she whispered. "Riiiiight there."
The door slammed, and I imagined Katie seeing my shame, a woman who couldn't admit her family secrets. Mackenzie was right. I sighed in relief, feeling guilty yet comfortable at the same time. "Mackenzie, you are a sick woman."
"Thanks, brother dear," she simply said, seemingly unbothered. "How big were you?"
"I'm not sure...eight inches? It's already gone soft," I said. She smiled while positions for a handjob. "It was very big, thank you."
"I'll just a few more seconds. I've got to get cleaned up, Cam. See you later," I chimed.
"Yeah. See you, Mack." The door shut, and I heard her call out "Be safe!"
Mackenzie was gone, and so was my relief─replaced by her.
"I can't, sweetheart," Mackenzie responded. In the midst of the commotion, Mackenzie stepped away, discarded her shorts, and climbed onto Cam, covering him with her pussy in a single motion. The rapid pounding on the door continued. Cam, returning to the circumstances at hand, observed the beauty in front of him from an angle he had dreamt about. Mackenzie twisted and turned on him, her pussy so tight it nearly drew him forward, then thrust back, widening her shapely rear around his groin. He stretched out his hands, captivated, and grabbed hold of his newest toy, fascinated by the flesh screaming for more. "Open this door!" The door would not yield, and despite the noise and aggression coming from the other side, the couple had passed the point of no return and were freely enjoying each other. "Ignore that bitch, Cam!" By that point, Cam couldn't give a damn about what Katie said, as the ass he'd dreamed about every night since meeting Mackenzie was now hugging his penis, rippling with each thrust.
Mackenzie's mind wandered, needing to brace one hand on the wall and the other on the counter just to stay on her feet. She was in Cam's world now, unable to withstand or manage any of her body's natural impulses. The thick penis penetrating her was like nothing she'd ever experienced, and the lap he held on her sizable cheeks made it more tempting. He clutched her buttocks with the intensity of someone who feared letting go would result in death, the only method of salvation being to shoot his thick cum into her. Nothing disguised the fact that this was a meeting of sexual desires, as Katie placed her ear against the door. The conventional knocking of intercourse was audible and she was enraged. Could Mackenzie do this to her? Make off with her best friend's brother, and steal her rightful prize?
Mackenzie reached a new understanding of the situation. Such a supreme cock would be no surprise if Katie took advantage of it. If Mackenzie had it at her disposal, she would have it inside her at least twice a day. During her years at Ivy, Mackenzie had developed from a female coaxing men to want her, to a being whom men longed for ceaselessly. She had no difficulty attracting a diverse array of men, the strong guys who regarded her as the female version of a man, not just an object to be fucked. Mackenzie took care of these suitors for a few dates, reserve, not relenting until they had demonstrated their ability with their tongues as opposed to their academic prowess. She would then cater to the fellows, offering them the pussy they craved.
Her senior year marked a development in her backside. A late spurt she'd never anticipated. She had evolved from an individual persuading men to desire her, to a person who people desperately desired. She had no struggle attracting the biggest rigs, the dicks she cherished as much as they adored her. None could equal the brother of Katie's cock, but they were close. Cam had yet to master how to use it, but his form, size, and the passion and lust she noticed in his eyes the first time she saw him since graduation showed he would be different. And he was demonstrating this now, the way he grasped her, pinched her, his entire body transfixed on making her his, her ass trembling against him a way she'd never felt before, a way she knew Katie was familiar with. Katie was not blessed with as much booty, but the bond between siblings, the years of repressed desire for his sister's bosom, the years the girls teased him for tracking their lower bodies at volleyball games forcibly mandated attendance, the years the girls joked about Katie regarding his brother as though he were an uncontrollable meat-head. He had merely been a joke among their friend group in high school, but now, that joke was genuine, tangible, and consummating in one of the greatest fucks Mackenzie had ever experienced, the horny brother to her best friend, in the childhood bathroom of that friend's house.
Katie stood outside the bathroom, listening to the sound of passionate lovemaking. The two brothers were close to finishing simultaneously. In perfect synchrony, their brains turned to mush, the surrounding world lit up with vibrant colors, and the satisfaction of orgasm was about to overtake them. Cam climaxed first, his release filling her internally, pushing Mackenzie towards her own release. Cam embraced her tightly, cementing their bond even more. She could feel his pounding heart, and he could sense the shudders rippling through her body as the orgasm enveloped her. They slowly sank to their knees, still connected as the sensations started to fade away.
"I'm going to break down this fucking door Cam! I swear!" A barrage of rapid knocks pounded on the poor door, and Cam was almost surprised it didn't shatter. Neither he nor Mackenzie could think straight, their minds still clinging to the last threads of orgasm. They had just had their first time together, in this setting, the pent-up desire from the previous days of dreaming, it was possible that this was the final event that would propel Cam into a state of transcendence, his soul soaring above his body, like they see in the movies. As far as he was aware, his soul remained in place, and Mackenzie's orgasmic seizures and his stream of semen ceased, and they both gradually returned to reality.
For a moment, they remained entwined before Mackenzie standing up, Cam's erection still upright like a flagpole. He tried to clear his mind of the daze, the post-battle disorientation, as he had just experienced something he would never forget. Her ass had left an impact on him both physically and mentally, the perspiration ridge and the redness from the forceful spanks adorned his crotch. "If only we had time for you to fuck my ass," Mackenzie murmured, disappointed. As she pulled off, Cam's member still hard, she straightened, revealing her lack of a bra. She opened the door, and a disheveled, red-faced Katie stood there. Her hair seemed to be a mess, and her emotions were conflicting.
Her initial sight was Mackenzie, her breasts inviting, craving affection. Next, she saw her brother, still seated on the floor, his massive erection protruding. Cam was drenched in sweat, his eyes glassy, and his penis covered in the telltale signs of a good sex session. "Cam..." she whispered.
"This is what you get for lying to me, Katie," Mackenzie started. "I knew your feelings weren't genuine. All you've been talking about is this guy, this cock you've been infatuated with." She gave a knowing look towards Cam. "Since there was no sharing, I had to try it for myself. I may not like him, he's just a guy...who also happens to be your brother. That's all it is. Good sex is good sex, no matter who it's with."
Katie felt confusion. "No, Mackenzie, you don't...I still care about you. I still love it every time."
"It didn't feel the same," said Mackenzie. "Not the same passion, not the same drive. You've become more hesitant, more distracted. Does good dick do this to you? I've become more intense, more passionate--you seem to have transformed into a queen of comfort."
"What is happening?" Cam finally asked, finally snapping out of his euphoric trance. He found himself lost amidst the conversation.
"We're together, Katie and I. Mackenzie and I. We've been together forever."
"Just for fun, you know, with no hard feelings."
"No hard feelings?" Now Katie was upset. "You fucked my brother!"
"So? You fuck each other daily!" she answered back. Katie thought for a moment, realizing she didn't have a rebuttal for that statement. "He was good enough that it altered how you were with me, so I wanted to experience it myself. I don't like him, he's just a guy...who also happens to be your brother. That's all it is. Good sex is good sex, no matter who it's with."
Katie did indeed see it that way. After weeks of making love to Cam, the sibling connection was gradually becoming a purely romantic one, although the attachment still remained. She wanted to shield her little brother, but she also craved his semen inside her. It was a strange dynamic, she recognized, but no one would go as far as she would to protect her family, particularly to protect Cam.
"This is really it. There'll be no more Cam for you. Mack, I vow to concentrate once again. We've had so much enjoyment, and Cam has shown me lots. Although I can't use it all with you, I pledge to work harder." Mackenzie was content with the reaction, and she leaped forward to hug her. "I'm sorry Katie. I had to get it out of my system. I hadn't had a guy fuck me that well in six months, I forgot what it felt like." Katie's breasts squeezed together, flattening in all directions as they pressed against the shirtless Mack, Cam's erection remaining unmoved with the thought of his curvy sister and her voluptuous acquaintance going at it together. As they came together for a kiss, he possibly even increased another centimeter.
"Cam, we'll discuss this later." These were the ultimate phrases his sister said to him before the two women left the bathroom, departing the door wide open, and he listened to the door to Katie's room slam shut behind them. 'Were they going to have sex at this moment?' he thought to himself. 'She's filled with my cum'. His thoughts started churning, but they were quickly stopped. He was too exhausted. His brain was regrouping, shattered into fragments from the anal intercourse he had just received. Just a few days ago he had observed it for the first time, those tight jeans struggling to contain it, his sister giving him a glare for daring to flirt towards it. That butt had not only invaded him but dominated him, no matter how he attempted to reason with it in his head. He might have taken charge, he might have clutched Mackenzie with no intention of ever letting go, yet she was actually the one in charge. In simple terms, she had declared, almost, that she simply wanted to test drive his cock. If it could please his sister, why wouldn't it please her? He couldn't fathom what sexual aberration his sister and her friend were performing together, yet the prospect of it aroused him. If both these women were in love with his penis, why couldn't he have more of them? Katie had ditched sex with him since they came home, but with a few more days here, there's no way it would persist. Not now, following what just transpired. Items popped into his head on how he might get another piece of her vagina, a possibility at her throat, or the Holy Grail of Mackenzie's buckled anus. She had merely used him for sexual intercourse, a free test drive of great dick--she would definitely pay for that. And Katie, who had been ignoring him, and now had dropped him for a hometown lesbian bonding, would undoubtedly need to be taught a lesson.
Scheming and manipulating was becoming too arduous for his brain, still resting wearily on the bathroom floor. He stretched out an arm towards the shower knob, knowing its location instinctively from years of using this childhood bathroom, and turned the water as hot as possible. With the bare minimum of effort, he hauled himself onto the edge of the bathtub and flopped himself in, the hot droplets showering down, washing away the residue of the day's unexpected encounter. [ text goes here]
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