Chapter 18

Usually, the last week before summer flies by in a blur. Finals, dinners, preparing, all of it in a rush of excited and anxious anticipation to go to The Windy Pines. This year, each day, each hour, and even every minute seemed to last an eternity. The fact that Sara wasn’t coming completely changed my outlook on the summer for me.

Sure, she was going to show up later, just like Mom and Dad had since we started going. They would show up in July, but that meant I was going to be stuck there, all by myself, for a month. A whole month! There were probably going to be people there that I knew and could hang out with, but I wasn’t sure if that was actually the case or not. So, like any traditional teenager, I thought the worst.

I walked through the week like a zombie. Barely aware of what was going on around me. Laura did her best to cheer me up, but Saturday morning she was leaving me too Saturday morning. She was going to New York to work with her uncle in some big-time law firm before going to college somewhere upstate. That in and of itself wasn’t news to me. I had known about it for months, so I was prepared for that to happen. It was the combination of Laura leaving along with Sara. That’s what made such a dramatic impression on me and completely changed my outlook on our, or my, summer vacation.

When my eyes finally opened on the official first day of summer, Friday morning, I was tired and grumpy. I hadn’t slept well. Tossing and turning all night long. I had hoped to spend time with Sara last night, but she had made plans with Scott. I didn’t blame her, or him for that matter. She was leaving for her college tour, too, so they wouldn’t get a chance to see each other again for a while, possibly for months.

She and Dad were supposed to leave tonight though, so any real chances of me getting to spend a day with her were gone. If I didn’t have a list of crap I needed to do before I left tonight, I might be able to get away with spending our last day together. That, sadly, just wasn’t an option.

First, I needed to get the oil changed in my truck and then get the tires rotated as well. I had promised Dad I would, and I knew if I didn’t, he wouldn’t let me drive myself to camp. If I were going to be up there all by myself, I at least wanted my truck so I could go into town or just explore if I wanted to.

I sat up, rubbed the sleep from my eyes, which didn’t make much sense since I didn’t actually sleep all that much when I noticed a figure slip into my room, closing the door behind them.

“Good, you’re still in bed,” I heard the unmistakable sound of my sister’s voice. “I thought I was too late.”

“Huh?” I asked, utterly confused. Sara was never up this early. Even if the house were on fire or an earthquake was shaking the house apart, she would find some way to sleep right through it. “Too late for what?”

“For this,” Sara grinned, pulling up my covers and sliding into the bed next to me. “I’m sorry I’m not coming with you today, but I’ll see you in a few weeks. Okay?”

Sara snugged in close, draping her leg over mine, letting her foot fall in the gap between my legs and pulling herself close enough that I could feel the heat of her pussy on my leg. She rested her head on my shoulder, looking at me sweetly.

“Yeah, I know.” I replied softly, kissing the top of her head.

“Good. Now, I thought I might give you something to tide you over for a bit.”

Sara pulled the covers off us. Exposing both of us completely as pushing them in a pile off on the side of the bed next to the wall.

“Oh really?” I smirked. “And what would that be?”

“The best blowjob you’ve ever had.”

“I don’t know about the best—”

“Oh, shut up, jerk!” Sara smacked my arm playfully, “Scoot up so I have more room. When I’m done, you can tell me who’s better, me or Mom?”

Sara gave me a devilish grin. I scooted up like she asked, using my two pillows to help prop myself up against the headboard. I gave her a goofy smile once I was in position and that got her giggling which made me laugh in return.

“Are you going to open your legs, or do you just want me to sit on them?” Sara asked. “I don’t want you complaining about them falling asleep and getting all tingly again.”

“That sucked.”

“You’re such a big baby.”

“Why don’t I sit on your legs for a while and see how you like it?”

“What good would that do? It’s not like you can lick my pussy and sit on my legs at the same time.”

“Yea, that’s what I thought,” I smirked, accusingly.

“Only you would find a way to complain about me giving you a blowjob.”

“It hurt!”

“Weenie,” Sara stuck her tongue out at me while at the same time, putting her hands on my legs as I slowly inched them apart, giving her the room she had requested.

Sara didn’t waste any time with foreplay and teasing. She grabbed my hard shaft in her hands, lifted it and ran her tongue along the bottom from the base to the tip in one, long, smooth motion. Her tongue lingered as she circled the crown of my cock, her eyes locked on mine the whole time. I could see a hunger in them, but also a need to satisfy me.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the display unfolding before me. There was just something about seeing Sara like this. Holding my cock so gently, but also securely in her hands. The way her hair dangled down the sides of her face and the feeling of it as it brushed across and tickled the sensitive, delicate skin of my dick. How soft her lips were. The heat of her mouth. The wetness of her tongue, and the way her eyes sparkled as she held my gaze through all of it. Each and every bit of the scene was ... perfect.

Sara stopped her caress of my dick. When I pouted, she smirked before licking what little precome was left and then taking me into her mouth. She didn’t take much, but the sudden pleasure of her lips wrapped tightly below the crown of my cock and the feeling of her tongue as it swirled around easily made up for it.

“Mmm, fuck!” I groaned.

Sara lifted off my cock with a soft popping sound as the vacuum seal her lips created was broken.

“Oh, someone’s pulsing in my hands,” Sara replied, grinning as she watched my cock jerking slightly with my heartbeat in her hands.

“Don’t stop!” I hissed, putting my hand on her head, pushing my fingers through her hair. “Unless you don’t think your oral skills are better than Mom’s.”

“Oh really? I think I will take that as a personal challenge.”

She didn’t give me a chance to reply. Instead, she took me as far as she could into her mouth. She moved slowly and steadily down inch by inch. The feeling of her lips as they slowly slid down my shaft was fantastic. I kept thinking she was going to stop, but then she would keep going, and going, and going, until she had finally taken everything I had to offer without a hint of trouble.

When I was fully in her mouth, I could feel the head of my dick as it tried to sneak its way into Sara’s throat. I actually didn’t, but there was no further it could go and there was a strange but erotic tightness that seemed to hug my erection.

And then I felt something. I wasn’t sure what it was at first. Not right away anyway, but as I paid attention, it happened a couple times in a row. I looked at Sara, trying to figure out what she was doing. At first, I thought maybe it was her heartbeat, but it was far too slow for that. When I realized what she was doing, I gasped or groaned. She was swallowing, and each time she did, it felt like her throat was hugging me.

That was something Mom had never done!

“Holy shit, Sara,” I gasped. “Keep doing that and I’m going to come!”

“Mmm, mmm.” I heard, and felt, Sara moan around my cock.

There was no mistaking what she wanted and this early in the morning, I wasn’t going to be able to hold it off even if I wanted to.

I really did want to, and I started flexing my legs and stomach muscles in an attempt to stave off my impending orgasm. Sara noticed right away, probably because I started accidentally pulling her hair while my hand gripped it in a death grip. In answer to my reaction, she started slowly bobbing her head. One hand coming over and holding my shaft while the other gently rolled and played with my balls.

The pressure and feeling of need started building rapidly and was soon well out of my control.

I gritted my teeth, growling primally. My body reacted of its own accord, thrusting my hips forward in an attempt to bury my cock as deep as it could possibly go. There was no fighting Mother Nature and its effects at times like these. The need to breed, to plant my seed as close to an egg as possible to ensure conception. The fact it was Sara’s mouth fucking me didn’t compute or change that instinct and subconscious desire.

I exploded, my come racing down my shaft and shooting deep into Sara’s mouth. The force of my orgasm was so strong that I thought for sure Sara would choke. She started swallowing in rapid succession, taking, and swallowing every drop of my come without flinching or hesitation.

When my orgasm finally subsided and Sara released me from her mouth, she did the hottest thing I have ever seen a girl possibly do. She smiled, then licked her lips with the tip of her tongue and followed that by using her index finger to wipe away the corners of her mouth. Finally, she closed her eyes and stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked it clean, showing me she hadn’t missed any and relished every single drop. Holy! Fucking! Shit!

I laid there for a while, lost in my own little world of bliss. Sara had somehow slipped away, and I didn’t even notice it. My mind was reeling from the sheer strength of my orgasm, but I could still think clearly somehow, and I came to the easiest and clearest conclusion I had ever had in my life at that moment. Even if the blowjob Sara just gave me was the last one I ever got in my life, I don’t think I could complain. Not a chance. It was incredible and exactly what I needed to yank myself out of my own little pity-party about going to camp all alone this summer.