Misc. Erotica Summer of Sisters 1

Aniston’s shout had me out of bed and pulling on clothes as I hurried from my room. When I heard the collection of voices coming from downstairs, I grew nervous, wondering what kind of reaction Victoria would give me after our dalliance.

The girl didn’t show the slightest hint of embarrassment when I got downstairs, offering me a friendly wave as she pulled up a chair at the dining table. Victoria’s friends had stayed over and the evidence of their late night was plain on their haggard features.

“Morning,” Laura said, taking her seat with a pained expression. “No more tequila… never again.”

“You said that last time,” Victoria said, her lips twisting into a grimace when she saw me.

It took a second to realize she was trying to smile around the pain of a pounding skull. When I pulled out my chair and its feet scraped loudly across the kitchen floor, Aniston let out an annoyed hiss.

“Could you be any louder?”

“I take it you had fun last night?” I asked, grinning when Aniston flinched at the sound of my voice.

“If you call watching morons play beer pong fun,” Aniston said, resting her head a folded arm with a quiet groan. “It was another wasted night.”

“Nice pun,” Laura said, offering a weak smile as she sipped her coffee.

Mom came bustling in a moment later with a platter of eggs, pancakes, and sausage links. She looked ecstatic to be waiting on Aniston and her friends like she had in the old days. Bustling around the dining room laying out syrup, napkins and even a pitcher of orange juice.

“Dig in, there’s more were that came from,” she beamed, passing behind me and resting her hand on my shoulders. “Jake, could you help me move some boxes in the basement when you’re done?”

“No problem,” I said, blushing to have my mom run her fingers through my hair in front of the beautiful older girls.

They didn’t pay her any mind, though, as they started shoveling food onto their plates. I couldn’t stop staring over at Victoria and felt my mom pluck at my ear. When I frowned up at her, I found her frowning down at me and felt a heat enter my cheeks when she glanced up at the beautiful blonde co-ed.

“You girls got in late,” mom said, her grip tightening on my shoulder for a second. “I hope you didn’t wear out the boys you picked too much.”

“Jesus’ mom,” Aniston said, snorting a shocked laugh. “We went hung out at the Omega house until 4, talking shit about people.”

“You didn’t get home til 4?” I asked, staring hard at Victoria, who glanced up with a frown.

“We got here at 5?” Laura said with a frown. “Whenever it was, the damn sun was already coming up… too early.”

“What?” Victoria asked me with a frown, and I felt eyes boring into the back of my skull as my mom’s hand tightened on my shoulder.

“Nothing,” I said, then, unable to let it go, I asked. “You mean you weren’t here last night… at all?”

“No… why do you ask?”

Victoria, Laura and even Aniston looked at me with expressions ranging from confused to annoyed, but a sound near the stairs caused me to turn. There I found Bonnie frozen in place, and when our eyes met, her face went white as a ghost.

“Bonnie, honey are you ok?” Mom asked in concern, walking over and resting a hand upon my sisters’ brow.

“Fine,” she said faintly. “I think I’ll… take a plate to my room.”

Aniston ignored her sister, but Laura and Victoria shot her curious frowns as she scooped up a plate of pancakes, eggs and sausage. I saw speculation on Laura’s face, and when she glanced over at Victoria and met her eyes, both sparkled with amusement.

“How was your night, Bonnie?” Laura asked.

“Friday night home alone? How do you think it was?” Victoria snorted in laughter and Aniston grinned.

“If you knew what I did-.” Bonnie’s words came out hot and fierce but cut off just as quickly.

My sisters’ eyes flickered towards me, and her red cheeks darkened before she turned and fled upstairs. Aniston missed the exchange, her head hanging as she monotonously shoved food into her mouth. But Laura and Victoria caught it and I saw the speculation return to their faces.

“Why don’t you come help me now, Jake,” mom said, a dangerous glint in her eyes as she stepped into the kitchen. “We’ll leave the girls to enjoy their morning without you leering at them.”

Aniston snorted a laugh, and even Victoria and Laura snickered, causing my cheeks to heat. I frowned at my mom’s back as I followed her to the stairs leading down. She’d never gone out of her way to embarrass me in front of my sisters’ friends like that.

My head was spinning enough as I contemplated the fact that it could have been Bonnie who snuck into my bedroom the night before. The idea seemed ludicrous, and I quickly dismissed her embarrassed glance at me. Assuming I couldn’t have been imagining what I thought I did.

The more I considered it, the more outrageous it seemed. Bonnie was the last girl I could see doing something like that. I thought it was the middle of the night, but maybe it was earlier than that? The stains on my sheets had convinced me it wasn’t a dream, but imagining my quiet older sister crawling into my bed… Didn’t seem possible.

“What do you want to move?” I asked when mom reached up to tug on the overhead light.

“These old boxes of Christmas ornaments,” Mom said, pushing her way through stacks of boxes to the back of the basement. As she did, I found my eyes straying to her round ass as it swayed before me. When she bent down to peer in a box, her shirt hung down and I got an unobstructed view up the bottom of her shirt. Seeing her massive breasts hanging down, encased in a thick bra, my morning wood was back in an instant.

“If you can pull them out and set them on the driveway, I’ll go through everything this afternoon.” She stood and looked around the mess of boxes, plastic tubs, and old workout equipment with a frown. “It’s about time I dealt with this mess. Are you free to help me all day?”

I hated seeing the hopeful smile on her beautiful face and frowned as I rubbed the back of my head, “I have an interview at 2, with the Tutoring Agency, sorry. But I can help when I get back.”

“You’re a good son,” she said, pulling me into a one-armed embrace as she slipped past me in the narrow space. Try though I might, I couldn’t manage to pull my hips back in time and my stiffness dug into her side, before dragging across her hips as it pressed between it.

“Make sure you have some fun this summer…” she breathed. “I’m so proud of you for getting into Stanford, you should go celebrate with your friends.”

“They’re all gone,” I said, my heart racing when mom stopped with our bides pressed against one another. Try though I might, I couldn’t get the feeling of her big, soft breasts, pressed against my chest and side, out of my head. “I have a camping trip in August with them, but till then it’s just work and studying.”

“Well,” she said, squeezing me tight, “Make sure you find some fun this summer. Just stay away from those friends of Aniston’s,” her tone had a waspish quality as she glanced upwards towards the kitchen. “Girls like that can be trouble for a nice young man like you.”

“I’m not that nice,” I mumbled, remembering the way I’d forced my cock down Victoria’s throat and the thrill of pleasure it had given me to take charge like that.

“Hush,” she said, kissing me on the cheek before pulling away. “You’re the best son a woman could ask for. Let me know when you’re done down here, I’ll be… in my room.”

I tried not to think too much about the encounter as I worked, because it only made me ashamed for thinking that way about my mom. Ignoring the hard-ons that came and went, I dug out all the Christmas boxes and carried them outside to the driveway.

Aniston and her friends went out to the pool, ignoring our agreement from the day before, and one look at the three of them laying in the sun in string bikinis told me I couldn’t chance it. When I finished with the boxes, I went to my room to change, and noticed the view I had of Aniston, Laura, and Victoria’s incredible bodies.​