“They call this hotdogging.” Jimmy said, his voice coming out in a breathy wheeze as he fucked her butt cheeks.
“Of course you’d know that,” Tammy shook her head.
“This feels good!”
“I asked you to stop talking.” She released a long breath. “I was hoping I’d have a naked guy behind me tonight, but wow did that take a wrong turn.”
“S…sorry,” Jimmy wheezed. “You think I wanted to be the first girl’s ass I ever touched to be my sisters? I’m more pathetic than you.”
“Stop that woe is me shit, and just fucking come, okay?” Why did she have the feeling none of her friends had ever uttered that line to their brother.
“Yeah,” Jimmy pumped harder, the bed now rocking from his efforts.
Tammy tried not to keep thinking about not just how hard his dick was and that there was now no doubt there was more than a few inches working her cheeks. Why did she keep thinking about it? Note to self, don’t mix hard liquor with weed.
“Yeah,” Jimmy moaned, his fingers tightening on her cheeks to the point it hurt, but she didn’t want to stop him. “Fuck, I’m so close!”
His thighs trembled against her legs and his cock rapidly thrusting into her as he sped up in an effort to finish. Tammy frowned at the thought of where did he think he was coming? This was bad enough, she didn’t need his load on her ass, or her nightshirt.
But he seemed to be right there, and she didn’t want to interrupt him, she was just going to have to deal with an additional layer of shame when he squirted all over her.
“Come on,” he groaned. “Come on!”
His thrusts were shorter and harder and both them, and his voice, had an air of desperation. Gritting her teeth, Tammy pumped her hips as much as she could with his weight on her legs, shoving her ass into his strokes.
He released a pathetic whimper and she winced when his fingers were now gouging into her and he was moving his hips so hard the headboard was hitting the wall.
“Right there, right there,” he gasped. “Please, oh, please.”
The poor kid was begging to come, and she felt her annoyance giving way to pity. She’d been thinking of herself and how gross and wrong this was. She hadn’t considered what he’d said to her a minute ago, that this had to have him feeling pretty low, asking your sister to help him and knowing she was doing it reluctantly.
“Fuck!” he shouted, and rolled off of her. “Fuck, I can’t, I fucking can’t!”
“Easy, easy!” Tammy sat up, pushing her shirt back down over her sticky ass. “Relax, maybe you’re trying too hard.”
She turned to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to her. He was breathing hard and he had his head in his hands.
“It’s not going to happen. Your ass looked and felt so good, and I know it sounds bad, but doing that was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I was close, but I’m too tired. My frigging balls are aching.”
“Take a couple minutes, catch your breath.” Tammy spun on her knees so she was behind him and put her hands on his shoulders. “I’ll let you try again.”
“I don’t think I can again.” His shoulders slumped beneath her touch. “We made a deal, and this didn’t work. Will you take me to the ER? I don’t want to go alone, especially if they have to…do that to me.”
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