Man of the House Ch. 02
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The next morning was probably the quietest the house has ever been.
Mom and Cassandra were in the kitchen by the time I got down to have breakfast. My sister glared at me as I poured myself a bowl of cereal. Even when I turned away from her, I could feel her furious stare burning a hole in my back.
I could only ignore her and hope that Mom didn’t pick up on anything. To be fair, she looked far too hungover to care, sipping orange juice with her head low above the table.
I considered saying something to Cassandra when I sat down to eat, but no words came to me. It was probably for the best, anyway-the less I talked about it, even vaguely, the lower the likelihood of Mom finding out.
I ate, got ready and was out the door inside ten minutes. Work was a welcome distraction from yesterday’s mishap. I couldn’t afford to think about Cassandra. I could even less afford to think about just how good it had felt.
I was stuck at the counter for most of the day. It was boring, but it was a familiar routine and it helped dull my thoughts. Near the end of the day, a woman came in. She wore high heels and a short dress that barely reached down past her ass. The thin fabric accentuated her full, round breasts, showing off a lot of cleavage. Her hair was curly and black, and she wore a cute little hair clip in it.
While I was debating whether or not her tits were real, she approached the desk.
“Eyes up here, Handsome,” she said.
I jumped and directed my eyes up to her face. She smiled patiently at me as if she got that kind of reaction a lot.
I coughed. “Sorry about that, Ma’am. Is there anything I can help you with?”
“Sure,” she said. “Your number?”
“W-what?” I asked, slightly taken aback.
“I saw you through the window and thought you look quite fetching. There’s certainly nothing else in this store that interests me.”
“Um, I…” I had never been approached so frankly by a woman before.
She’s gorgeous. I should give her my number.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I have a girlfriend.”
I didn’t know why I said that, even as the words were going out of my mouth. This woman was practically throwing herself at me. Any sane, single man would have complied.
But I was far from sane. My brain was flooded with Cassandra. I couldn’t think about anything else, even with this woman standing in front of me.
She frowned at me, then blew out a sharp breath. “Fine.” She picked an old receipt off of the holder on the counter and scribbled something on it with a pen, then handed it to me. “In case you change your mind. I don’t mind guys with a bit of baggage. More competition means more fun.”
With that, she turned around and walked out of the store, leaving behind a faint smell of flowery perfume.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped. I looked back to see the store’s owner, Harvey, standing there. He was in his fifties, but his hair had gone all gray, including his bushy beard. He wore a flannel tucked into his jeans, and he looked like a proper lumberjack with that baseball cap to finish off the look.
“Must be some girl you got, turning down a pretty thing like that,” he said.
“I guess so,” I said with a nervous chuckle.
“Listen to my advice now. You got a girl that good, you hold onto her. Too many people make that mistake, taking the best things in life for granted until they’re all withered escort bursa away. Do that, and all you’ll be left with is the dull, gray shit everyone hates. You know what I mean?”
I nodded slowly. “I think so, sir.”
When I finished work, I headed straight home. I crumpled up the phone number and threw it in the nearest trash can.
==========
Mom was in the kitchen, as usual, fiddling with Dad’s ring. I didn’t pay her any mind as I ran upstairs. Cassandra’s door was closed. She had one of those signs on her door that you could fill in with your own name. It read: ‘Welcome to FUCK OFF’s room!’
I knocked the door with my knuckles. “Cass? You in there, Sis? I just wanted to talk.”
No response.
I licked my lips. I suck at apologies. “Listen. I know I acted like a jackass yesterday. I shouldn’t have pushed you away like that. I just want to… talk this through like adults.”
Still no response.
I heard footsteps and turned around to see Mom coming up the stairs. She came up on the second floor and leaned against the wall, crossing her arms under her breasts. She wore a skimpy night gown that showed off most of her smooth legs, and her heavy breasts were nearly falling out of their trappings.
“Cassie’s out,” Mom said, reeking of wine.
“Out where?” I asked, frowning. That wasn’t like her. She was usually inside playing video games or studying for her university courses until three in the morning and didn’t leave the house unless there was an emergency.
“She was meeting some friends, she said.”
“She doesn’t have friends.”
Mom just shrugged. “That’s what she said. Why are you looking for her?”
“Uh, no reason. Just wanted to ask her something.” I paused for a second. “I was thinking about getting some takeout, do you want anything?”
“I guess a salad would be nice,” Mom said. “Gotta slim this figure back down again if I’m hoping for any man to get near me.”
“You look great, Mom,” I said. I kissed her on the forehead, then hurried downstairs and out the door.
I knew I was being silly, but I was worried about Cassandra. She was acting unusual. I figured I could at least track her down and say sorry.
We lived in a small suburb of a couple thousand people, and since she didn’t have any friends there weren’t a lot of places she could be. As it turned out, I had a good idea where she might be hiding out.
I went into the local McDonald’s, expecting to find her cooped up there. She wasn’t in, and none of the underpaid, overworked teens soldiering on in there had seen her.
That didn’t leave me with much. There weren’t many places for a geek like my sister to hang out at our small town. She could have gone into the city, but I saved that possibility for later. If she had gone there, I had no way of tracking her down save for dumb luck.
I had one more idea. A place I hadn’t been to in years.
I went down to the river that split the town in half. I walked up the soft, smooth river bank, continuing to walk until the quaint little houses were replaced with proud forest.
I came upon a bend in the river, sun shining through the trees overhead in beautiful rays that played on the mirror surface of the water. There was a large rock on my side of the river, flat at the top. It sat just at the edge of the river, water splashing against the side.
As kids, I had bursa merkez eskort brought Cassandra here when Mom and Dad’s arguments got bad. I’d bring her here and we’d dip our feet in the water and just talk for hours. Day or night didn’t matter, sun or clouds didn’t matter. It had just been us, back then.
I approached the rock.
“Cass! Are you here?”
I didn’t get a response, but I thought I could hear soft whimpering. I walked around the rock and found Cassandra on the other side, knees drawn up against her chest. Her eyeliner was running down her face, making dark smudges under her eyes, and her lip quivered pitifully. Her denim shorts and tight t-shirt were scuffed and dirty from hanging out in the forest.
She had never been more beautiful.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, wiping her tears. “Just fucking go away.”
I got down next to her. I put an arm over her shoulder, but she pushed me away. I put a hand on her leg instead. She didn’t push me away this time-she just put her face in her hands and cried even more.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I wasn’t thinking about what I said. I shouldn’t have hurt you like that.”
She glared up at me. “What do you care? You’re going to leave us anyway, just like Dad.”
“What? No! I won’t ever leave either of you. What makes you think that?”
“I can see the way you look at us. Like we’re both crazy. Well, maybe you’re right. So you go on and leave, do whatever you want, but don’t pretend that wasn’t the best blowjob you’ll ever have in your miserable life. I…”
“Cass.”
“…I don’t want to see you again anyway. I don’t know why I expected you to be different.”
“Cassandra.”
“And it’s not like I just poured my heart out or anything. I mean, I knew it would be weird. You’re my brother and all, but I… I thought you liked me too. I was sure.”
I took my sister’s face in my hands. “Cassandra, listen to me. I’m sorry for what I said earlier because I’ve made a choice.”
She stopped sobbing for a second and wiped her tears. She looked up at me with clear blue, angelic eyes. “What kind of choice?”
I smiled. “Let me show you.”
I leaned in and kissed her. I grabbed her waist and the back of her neck, holding her close. I felt her melt into my arms, warm lips meeting mine as our tongues mingled. I felt her saliva mixing with mine, sweet and a little salty from her tears.
I tilted her over, putting her on her back in the grass. There was still a little struggle left in her, but I pinned her arms over her head. I was far stronger than her, so it didn’t take much to keep her in place.
I undid her shorts and pulled them down over her thighs. The fabric dug into her pale, meaty legs, and it took a considerable effort to get them off. I finally got a look at her pretty pink pussy, almost swallowed up between her wobbling thighs.
“Don’t tease me Jacob,” Cassandra said, tears still in her eyes. “If you do, I swear to God…”
I pulled out my cock and let it flop onto her stomach. It was throbbing hard, the full, thick shaft covered in angry veins from base to tip.
“Does this look like teasing to you?” I asked.
That seemed to settle it. I desperately wanted to feel the inside of her pussy, but I didn’t have any condoms on me. I hadn’t really planned this far ahead.
I didn’t want to risk bursa sınırsız escort getting her pregnant, so instead, I made out with her in the sand for a good long while as she stroked my cock. Then I stood and pulled her onto her knees. She opened her mouth to swallow my cock down, but I closed it with one finger. I had something else in mind.
I had her put her fat tits together and stuck my cock in between them. It felt so heavenly and soft I had to just close my eyes and take it in for a bit. I had always wanted a tit fuck, but none of my old girlfriends had ever had a chest large enough for it.
Cassandra was big enough and then some, completely enveloping even my beast of a penis. I thrust into them, holding my sister’s shoulders, and she rubbed her tits up and down my shaft in rhythm with me.
I grunted and growled at the pleasure of it. I didn’t need to hold anything back. No one came this high up the river just to bathe, so I didn’t have to worry about someone hearing us.
“You’re doing good,” I grunted. I had to raise my voice for it to even be heard over the slapping of her tits against each other.
“Like I care,” she said, feigning boredom. “You shouldn’t have scared me like that. You deserve a shitty tit fuck.”
I might have scolded her for saying that, but I was already getting close to cumming. I had always lasted long in bed, whether out of some sense of manly athleticism or just boredom with my partner. With Cassandra, however, I felt jittery, and my climax came quickly. It was like it was my first time.
I took hold of Cassandra’s face and held her up against my dick head. My legs went stiff, I threw my head back, and thick ropes of sperm shot all over her face and upper torso, thick semen dangling from her chin and her heavy titties.
“Mmm, take that you slut,” I said. I took a step back and wiped the sweat off my forehead.
Cassandra wiped a glob of cum off one of her tits and sucked it off her finger. She looked thoughtful for a second, then lit up.
“Wow,” she said. “That’s… pretty good. Why didn’t you tell me you have such tasty semen, Big Brother?”
She licked up most of the semen, shivering with delight each time she swallowed. After that, she washed herself off in the river. She got dressed, and an uncertain, awkward silence stretched out.
“Soo…” she said, taking a step closer to me. She had her arms behind her back, chest thrust forward. “What happens now? What do we do about us?”
I took her head in my hands and put her face up against my chest. She nestled her face against the soft fabric of my flannel.
“Now you’re mine,” I whispered in her ear. “And I’ll never let you go.”
“Psh. You didn’t think I’d fall for a cheesy line like that, did you?”
But I felt new tears soaking through my shirt. Cassandra acted tough, but that was just what it was-acting. Deep down, she’d always needed me-her big brother-to take care of her. In a way, what we were doing was only natural, an extension of the relationship we’d had all our lives.
“C’mon,” I said softly. “Let’s go back home. I’m sure Mom’s wondering where we are.”
We went back into town. Cassandra insisted we get food, so I picked up some McDonald’s for all of us. After that, we walked back to the house, talking the whole way.
We walked onto the lawn, holding hands. Before we went in, I gave her one last kiss. I probably shouldn’t have, but I didn’t care much if the neighbors saw me. They could think whatever they wanted.
Our TV came flying out a window, landing on one corner in the yard. I heard wailing from inside.
I looked over at Cassandra. She looked at me.
“Oh, shit,” we said at the same time.
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