“Stop moving around!” she hissed. “Fucking pervert,” she mumbled. She lifted up briefly and adjusted my cock until it was pointing at my belly button. Then she put her weight back down and turned toward the TV. The movie was just getting started, and my shame was fully exposed as the opening titles flashed over the screen. My heart sank even further as the first actress came on the screen… the one that looked just like my sister.
She paid very little mind to that, but instead sat transfixed on top of me as the movie continued. I turned my head to the side, not wanting to catch a glimpse of the action lest I get even more excited. She just kept watching.
“Can you move?” I whispered. “This is… I mean, you’re crushing me.”
She paid no attention to my pleas. I turned back toward the wall. I knew the movie well enough to know from the dialogue (if you want to call it that) that the real action was about to start. I turned back just in time to see my video sister’s pussy slowly taking in the actor’s hard cock. At this, my real sister let out a small moan and begin to slowly gyrate her hips.
I wasn’t even sure what to do. I just laid there, trying to look away, trying to ignore what was going on. It was not working.
“What are you doing?” I whispered. “Cut that out. If Mom and Dad come home and see this, they’re going to throw us out.”
She ignored me completely. The action on screen was getting more intense, and she began to grind her pussy against me. I looked down to see my cock, still wrapped in my red briefs, peeking in and out of her polka dot-covered pussy. Her pants were so tight on her that I could see almost every fold of her pussy lips as they slid back and forth on my cock.
Her face was starting to become flushed, and her breathing began to get heavier. I didn’t even know what to do anymore. I knew that nothing I was going to say was going to matter to her. She wasn’t even paying attention to me. She was just using my cock as a sex toy while she watched a porn movie.
Despite my better judgment, I put my hands on her hips and began to thrust my hips back and forth, in rhythm with her movements. She quickly slapped my hands away. “Stop moving!” she growled. She turned back to the TV. “Fucking pervert,” she mumbled under her breath. I could have sworn I saw a hint of a smile.
Her breathing got heavier and her gyrations more intense. I continued to watch my cock slide between her pussy lips and it was exciting to no end. That’s when the gravity of the situation hit me.
“Jules, stop,” I pleaded. “I’m serious. You gotta stop. I’m going to cum.”
She continued to ignore me, grinding her pussy against me with increasing fervor. She put her hands on the headboard and really bore down on me. Her enormous tits hung down inside her pajama shirt and swayed back and forth provocatively as she moved. Unable to resist, I reached my hands up her shirt and felt her full, round tits with my hands. I began to gently caress her nipples.
She didn’t realize it at first, but quickly came to her senses and slapped my hand away again. “Cut the shit!” I was obviously distracting her from the task at hand. She was really grinding away by now, so hard that the bed was thumping against the wall. I thought of Janie, downstairs, hearing this and wondering what was going on. I thought of my parents, walking in the door and hearing this. Everybody would think we were having sex. I mean… were we?