Chapter 3: Echos

Bryan was fairly sure of what he’d heard. He heard his dad saying, “Suck it dry.” Which could only have one meaning, his mom was blowing his dad. While he found it somewhat horrifying his parents were having sex. He was much less horrified by the thought of his mom’s lips around his dad’s dick. He was turned on by it. He found it so hot. After all his mom still had a great body. And it was the hot side of the situation that had his own dick stirring to hardness. He wished that a woman as good-looking as his mom had her lips around his rising member.

This was also a revelation to him. Bryan had never thought of his mom as a woman instead of a mom. But thinking about it, she had a smoking body and face. And from the sounds coming down the hall, she knew how to suck a cock. His dad was a lucky guy getting to fuck someone that looked like her, pretty much any time he liked. The comment “suck it dry” most likely also meant she was a swallower.

Without much thought, the jockstrap that was making his hard-on uncomfortable was removed. He maneuvered it as stealthily as he could over his feet, leaving it as a small bump at the end of the bed covers. He now had free access for attending to his need with his hand. He figured it was a pale comparison to the administration of his mom’s tongue, but he started lightly stroking his member.

Susan thought she heard her name come from her parent’s room. Her name was followed by what she would’ve sworn was her dad saying the words “Suck it dry.” She knew what the suck it dry meant. But, why that was said in conjunction with her name? It made her wonder. Susan knew that many people would confuse her and her mom. Plus, she was fairly sure her mom was giving her dad a blowjob. But why had he made the mistake? Which brought Susan’s mind back to the blowjob her mother was engaged in. She didn’t want to imagine her mom giving a blowjob to her dad, much less being good at it. But evidently, her mom liked the taste enough to have her dad cum in her sucking mouth.

Those thoughts were being processed when she heard Bryan shifting in the bed. She’d gotten the floor tonight in their struggle for the ownership of the bed. Susan figured Bryan was hearing what she was hearing. And just like her, he was turned on by it. She rightly assumed Bryan had his hand wrapped around a swollen dick. Susan knew that listening to their parents is what made it swollen. When she strained listening for the faint sounds, she could’ve sworn she heard slurping and gagging coming from her mom. The other sound was much closer. It was knuckles being drug underneath covers in a rhythmic manner in the bed above her. These two things made her start getting wet.

It didn’t take long before the sounds got to Susan. Her risen desire had her wanting to plunge her fingers in and out of aching and swelling pussy lips. She knew though, her brother was right above her. Hearing the sloshing her fingers would make when she was thrusting them into her wet gash wasn’t beyond the possibilities. That thought put her over the edge. She reluctantly resolved, she’d have to settle on just using her thumb and forefinger. They could hopefully pinch and rub her clit into submission without any real penetration.

Her fingers went looking for their familiar target. Even Susan’s alcohol marinated brain couldn’t help thinking, “God what kind of a sicko slut am I? That I need to get myself off while my brother is beating off above me. And finding enjoyment listening to my parents go at it.” Any questioning of motives was lost, the instant she felt her own touch on her raised clit. A low, she hoped, silent groan left her lips as she began tweaking on the button that was now the center of her world.

Bryan heard the moaning below him, which added urgency to his own need to cum. He’d none of the misgivings that Susan had about listening to the parents and his sister working on getting off.

Both Bryan and Susan were well into pleasing themselves when they heard a small, high-pitched crack come from down the hall. Bryan stopped his self-administered hand-job and whispered to Susan, “You awake?” Knowing full well she was trying to get herself off.

“Damn, I was so close” was all Susan could think of. “Yeah what is it?”

Bryan replied, “That is what I want to know. What do you think that sound was?”

Susan really wanted to say was, “I don’t care, I just want to finish this amazing orgasm I’m about to have.” She instead said irritated, “I don’t know. Why?”

“I don’t know, I just thought I heard them having sex. Didn’t you?” came the reply.

“Yeah, I think so,” Susan said. She decided their parents were working on climaxing and she was going back to doing the same. Her fingers immediately resumed her ministrations to her clit.

Bryan was about to continue the questions when the same sound was heard by the two of them followed by a very distant female moan. “God, what is that? And whatever it is, they are really going for broke.”

Having the orgasm start rippling up from her thighs and down from her abdomen Susan managed a strained answer. “Sounds a little like when Dad would spank you with the belt, but higher, or when Mom slapped you for being a smartass.” Susan’s hand that had been rubbing her nipples below her raised nightshirt, hurriedly put a pillow over her face. It was for stifling her climax outburst, she knew would come.

Bryan was still turning over in his head what Susan had said when his concentration was pulled away to the obvious climax his sister was having. She was trying to cover up the orgasm but the pillow only blocked so much of the low growl and moaning that was coming from the floor. The writhing on the floor, that Susan couldn’t control, made it blatantly obvious she was cumming.

Pushing out of his head for the moment, that it was his sister on the floor in ecstasy, he put his head over the side of the bed watching a pretty blonde. While he craved seeing this gorgeous female naked while in this state, he was just thrilled watching her in the throes of a climax. He found it the most erotic thing he had seen. Seeing his own sister unable to control herself sexually. Plus her enjoyment, of a climax intentionally or not in front of him, would surely change things. While Susan had put up a good fight endeavoring to keep her pleasuring herself from him. The result was right there below him for his visual enjoyment.

Not wanting to make a big deal over Susan’s masturbating, while he was in the room, Bryan, also, yearned to make himself cum. But, he continued the conversation not expecting any replies. “You don’t think Dad is spanking Mom, do you? That is way too kinky for them.”

Continuing to himself mostly, “But that is the best explanation ... Man, what have they been doing all these years that we couldn’t hear? And now that they’re taking the door away, what are we going to be hearing?”

After a slight pause, he continued, “You think this is a weekly thing? God, I can’t imagine once a week having to listen to that. Hell once is enough.”

Just to put Susan a bit on the spot he added very quietly “It’s kind of exciting, though. I mean I can still hear them. Damn, he has staying power.” Bryan quit the whispered conversation he was having with the climaxing Susan. Then began again working on himself. This time he worked his hand the length of his rod much slower, enjoying the light smell of sex that Susan had put in the air.

About fifteen minutes later Susan had recovered enough, she moved the pillow from her face. She tried diligently to keep anything away from her clit. Since the slightest touch would set her off. And, she would be powerless resisting it. She once again could hear the distant noises of her parents having the best sex in years. She wished she could close the door removing the sounds of sex from down the hall. She didn’t because she knew there would be hell to pay the next day if she did. She kept debating if it was worth the hell tomorrow or the tortuous hell listening to the sound of sex keeping her in a state of arousal.

Bryan heard the pillow slide back under Susan’s head as she came down from her euphoria. The problem was, his had been building over the past minutes. And he knew he’d have to cum in the next few minutes. If not, he’d have blue balls the size of grapefruits in the morning.

Bryan rarely, since his sister had started trying to run him out of the room, got up to go to the bathroom. He knew she’d normally use it as an excuse, jumping into the bed and making him sleep the rest of the night on the floor upon his return. Tonight he didn’t care, the wet spot from the amount of cum he’d likely shoot would make it almost impossible to find a dry spot on the bed. He had a feeling his mom knew about the little spots he’d left in the past. Yet she’d not said a word about them. This one would be different in scope. There was no way this would be contained just on his stomach for later cleaning.

Not wanting to delay getting to the bathroom, Bryan didn’t put his jockstrap back on. It was mostly dark. After all, only a small bit of light shined into the room from the street lamp. Susan hadn’t answered anything he said. So he could claim he thought she was asleep. Plus Susan had been trying to see his dick for some time, now. And without the light, it would only be an outline little more than what she saw when in his Speedo when he swam.