Timmy #08: Kinky Games

Kinky Games, Hotel Plans

Monday

Something woke me five minutes before my alarm went off. I had planned to be at my sister’s door by five twenty-nine and inside her room by five-thirty, but Diana had other ideas. Ideas she hadn’t bothered to tell me about, but I don’t mind one bit. From within the depths of my sleep, a tingling pressure surrounded my glans, trilling down my shaft and into my balls, where pleasure swam through them, building the fury of my morning cum for an explosive release.

I woke with a gasp.

Diana lay between my legs beneath my blankets. She gripped my muscular thighs as she worked her lips over my cock—sucking my prick into her warm mouth with that Look, Daddy, no hands talent girl has at some point in their life. Moaning—not quietly—I tossed my blankets aside. Diana had fastened her blonde hair into a ponytail, and she was bobbing her beautiful face over my cock, taking me halfway into her mouth without gagging, choking, or sputtering. Her nostrils flared, but she breathed through her blowjob, making me wonder if she had been practicing on some secret dildo I hadn’t known existed.

I propped myself onto my elbows so I could watch her. My sister’s drool glazed my shaft, making my fuck stick glisten under my bedroom lights. The front of my cotton gym shorts lay hooked beneath my balls, and for a moment, the thought, Damn, I’m a heavy sleeper, rolled through my mind. The thought disappeared as soon as it had come as Diana pulled her lips from my mushroom tip, peered into my eyes, and swirled her tongue around my crown while never losing eye contact with me.

“Do you like your big sister’s mouth around your cock?” Diana asked, giving the underside of my tip a quick, cat-like lick, scooping up the precum slipping out of my pisshole.

My sister cupped my balls before I managed to speak. Her palm’s touch against my sack tightened my scrotum, and a cold, thrilling chill passed through my nuts, tightening glans as pleasure erupted from my body. I came, cursing and panting as my cum exploded from my tip. Diana wrapped her lips around my glans and sucked down as much of my sticky jizz as she could manage, pumping my thick pole as fast as she could, her hand motions making naughty wet sounds that kept my balls tingling.

Afterward, she stood on her knees. She was wearing a gray, old eighties style crop top, with a wide neckline and a threaded hem that didn’t cover the bottom roundness of her big breasts. Diana’s nipples raised two big bumps against her top. Below that, a pair of woman’s pink Calvin Klein panties hugged her pussy tightly, outlining the bulging crescent of her labia in a meaty, mouthwatering cameltoe.

“Good morning, little brother,” Diana said, then she turned around and knee-walked from my bed. She didn’t get far, not when the pink line of her thong riding up the crack of her ass met my eyes, her bare cheeks like two, dripping wet, oven-hot hams.

I caught my sister around her waist before she reached the end of my bed, my dick flopping around in a state of semi-hardness. I yanked Diana back, her lean body easy for me to lift, and she uttered a rough, “Uh,” as I turned her in the air and laid her on her stomach.

“Fuck,” Diana grunted, her voice strained as she tried to crawl away from me, but fuck didn’t mean no.

I pressed my body to hers, cock-to ass, reaching beneath her lean body with my right hand to grope her tits.

“Your turn,” I whispered in her hair.

Diana turned her head, cursing at me while trying to make her getaway. I stayed balanced on my left hand, using my hips to pin Diana’s lower body to the bed. We groaned together as I ground my cock into the center groove of her ass, rubbing the line of her thong.

“My turn for what?” she panted.

I could hear the smile in her voice.

I moved my hand from her tits to her pussy, holding her soft cunny folds in my palm, squeezing, getting off on the wetness soaking her panties. I worked my fingers between her legs, rubbing her lips as I sawed my hand back and forth through the pink cookie dough pressing against her panties.

“Fuck,” Diana grunted when I slid my fingers beneath the gusset of her panties. For the next several minutes, her low moans, strained whimpers, and soft cries filled my bedroom. I hooked my fingertips into her smooth snatch while grinding the length of my fingers against her clit. She struggled, never saying no, as my cock turned to steel against her butt. Heat spread throughout her body, and the more she fought, the harsher she uttered her pleasure-filled moans. By the time I pulled my hand away from her cunny, Diana was sweating as much as I was.

I slid my right hand over her butt and under her thong, forcing the elastic waistband down her cheeks, hooking them against the back of her thighs. I cupped my sister’s blonde pussy from behind, the triangle between her legs as wet a sauna, dampening my hand as I pushed against her silky pussy lips. Fuck, I wanted to fuck my sister—but not yet.

Not until she let me.

Groaning, I pushed my thumb into her pussy, cupped the front of her cunt, and pressed my palm into her clit while thumb-fucking her from behind. She braced herself on her hands and fucked her pussy back onto my thumb. My sister picked up speed, spreading her legs and bouncing her butt upward as much as she could. Her moaning turned to fast whimpers, and soon my sister was coming on my fingers and leaving a mess in her panties for me to wash on Friday. When she could move again, she kissed me on the lips, licking her tongue along the length of mine. She mentioned my hard-on, then added, “You don’t get to play with that big thing before school.”

The bitch.

In the hallway, I heard Diana say, “What are you doing up so early?” and then I heard Abbey’s voice; the little girl was spying on us again. Then I heard Diana tell our little sister that what she did with her brother in his room was none of Abbey’s business, but then she invited Abbey back to her room to talk. Diana didn’t sound angry; she sounded more amused at finding Abbey in the hallway than anything else. My hard-on only grew harder when I wondered what Diana had to say to our youngest triplet.

If Diana wants you to know, then Diana will tell you, won’t she?

Oh, man, but damn my sister, and whatever it was she had done to my head.

Tuesday

Abbey jumped on my back today while I was watching TV in the living room. There were plenty of places to watch TV in my mother’s house, but it seemed the living room was the only place anyone ever wanted to do it.

“Do you think I’m too young to have a boyfriend?” Abbey asked, her little, lightweight body pressing into mine.

“It depends on how good of a boyfriend this guy is to you,” I said. Fuck, sometimes it was hard to remember that Abbey was as old as I was. I turned my head into my shoulder as if I could look behind me, but I couldn’t see her. “But you’re eighteen, so you’re old enough. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No.”

“Do you want one?”

“Maybe.”

“You okay?” I asked. “Do you need to talk about something?”

Abbey hugged me from behind, saying, “Let’s go wrestle.”

So we did.

Later that night, Diana told me—well, she moaned to me—while I was sucking on her tits, “You’re good with Abbey.” For some reason, when she mentioned Abbey’s name, I bit her right nipple hard. “Ah, fuck, you bastard.” She moaned again as I sucked the nub tenderly. “Really good with her, oh, fuck. Just like a big brother should be.”

I bit her nipple again.

“Don’t stop, Timmy,” Diana whimpered. “Hurt me.”

I didn’t hurt Diana, but that night ended with my hands on Diana’s desk while she knelt behind me, jerking me off and tonguing my asshole. What an intense, fucking come that was.

Wednesday

Diana dressed in a semi-schoolgirl outfit, a black top with a white collar, and a gray skirt with a box pleat design. The tightness of the elastic band around my sister’s small and slender waist was the only reason the skirt didn’t slide down to her white tennis shoes. To top off the look, she wore her hair slicked back, flowing into a pair of thick braids, the ends stopping in straw-like pompoms. She told me to get out of my fifth-period class right after lunch—right after—and meet her in the drama theater.

So, I did.

Our school has a big drama theater, but I don’t do drama, so I had to find my sister in the back rooms by a series of text messages. Diana’s best friend, Lana, a pale Polish-Vietnamese girl with big breasts, blue eyes, and dark black hair, found me. She shook her cute face at me for some reason, side-to-side in the way a mother would her troublemaker son. Then, in perfect enunciation, Lana told me that my sister, Diana, was waiting for me in a changing room at the end of the hallway, easily found behind the main stage. Lana still had to lead me to the hallway.

I found Diana sitting on a table, her back to a light-lined vanity mirror, her vintage canvas bookbag at her side. The bright bulbs behind her made her front darker, harder to see. Diana sat with her knees hanging off the end of the table, feet swinging, long laces dangling, legs parted. Her mini, schoolgirl skirt hung between her thighs, the edge of her hem barely covering V of her pussy.

My cock swelled.

“You never said that you liked my outfit this morning,” Diana said, looking down at herself. “Dressing like a schoolgirl is pretty noticeable, isn’t it? Girls don’t do it unless they want attention.”

“I like it,” I said, my cock still growing and thickening.

“Yeah?” She fingered her white collar. “Do you like the blouse? The collar? It’s cute, right?”

“Yes,” I said, my knob inflating as I took in the fullness of my sister’s tits pushing against her top.

“And my skirt?” Diana asked, raising her chin a touch to give me a half-lidded stare. “Do you think our teachers wished the girls had to wear uniforms like this?”

“I do,” I said. “I wish you did.”

My jeans tented.

“What about my panties?” Diana asked. She placed her hands on her thighs; fingertips pointed at her knees. She slid her hands forward until her fingers touched the smooth skin of her thighs, and then she pulled her skirt back, back, and back, all the way to her waist as she spread her legs open for me. Diana didn’t stop until she had gathered the front of her skirt around her waist. “Do you like my panties?”

I stared at her sheer, white, fishnet panties. They pressed tightly against her pussy, a size too small, and her plump cunny flesh bulged outward against them as if trying to squeeze through the little gaps between the netting pressing against her juicy clam meat.

“I like them,” I whispered, my cock reaching its full hardness. My sister’s eyes flicked down to my cock. “You look innocent and sexy, is, but also”—but also what? I wanted to say something hot—”but also like you know it, and you’re daring someone to do something about it.”

Diana smiled.

Heat filled my cheeks.

“I have something for you.” She unzipped her bookbag, removed a dark crimson scarf, and from underneath the scarf, she removed a small, silver butt plug with a round base. She tossed it to me. “If you like my panties so much, come and get them.” Diana put the scarf down, turned her head, and looked at me from the side, her cheeks turning crimson. “If you can get my panties from me, I’ll let you fuck that plug into my butt.”

“Okay,” I said, unable to keep an ear-to-ear grin from my face, but then I thought, What does if mean?

I got my answer a second later.

“And,” Diana said, “no doesn’t mean anything during this game, so play along.” My sister looked at me with an anxious smile on her face, as if wondering in which direction she should run first.

My heart thumped against my chest. My head lightened. I stood there, staring at Diana, wondering how to start this game of hers. I almost swooned. Diana bit her lower lip, looking helpless, and a wad of precum slid through my shaft, forcing me to action.

Diana jumped from the vanity counter, dodging to my left, but I caught her by slipping my hand around her waist. She twisted away from me, her back to me, and I tugged her against my cock. She grunted, I groaned. I had one hand around her waist, the other holding the small plug, so I did the only thing I could think of and slipped the plug into my mouth tapered end first—at least it would be wet when I pushed it into her asshole.

With my fingers free, I ran my hand up the side of her leg and under her skirt. Diana twisted from side to side, fighting me pretty good, so I lifted her off the ground, walked forward, and bent her over the makeup counter, forcing a grunt from her lungs. We faced the mirror, and she glared at me, saying “No” several times in a series of pitiful whimpers and whines.

I pulled the plug from my mouth and said, “Suck this.” Diana fought her mouth away from the plug as much as she could, shaking her head, pursing her lips shut, but there wasn’t much she could do in the end. Finally, she opened her mouth against my gentle pressure, and I pushed the small, silvery plug between her lips and onto her tongue.

After that, it wasn’t hard to flip her skirt up onto her back. Her panties ended in a G-string that ran the length of her crack without hiding the spokes of her asshole. She tried to push her skirt back down, managing to cover the tender meat of her buns a few times before I pinned her wrists behind her back with my left hand, holding both of them together as she glared at me through the mirror.

Unable to stop myself, I spanked my sister’s right cheek. Diana gasped. She widened her eyes at me, so I spanked the left one. She gasped again, the plug falling from her mouth. I spanked her pussy, stinging her, massaging her after.