Three
At around four in the afternoon the light Blue Ford Fiesta pulled down a narrow dirt track, covered by a never-ending arcade of pine tress, there leaves fallen flat to the Earth in the still breeze. The air was lighter here. Much lighter than back home. Ethan looked at the myriad of passing trucks and foliage as they drove closer down the long, dirt drive towards the cabin. Memories came flooding back to him. Bike riding in the sticky, humid heat. BBQs out on the decking. Evenings spent playing board games until forced to go to bed. A wave of calm nostalgia flooded over him and he smiled.
Samantha felt the same. She spied brown squirrels darting up trees, their little arms full of nuts. Calls of birds from somewhere in the dense yet lush forest. The sunlight breaking through the gaps in the canopy of leaves above the car. She smiled at Ethan, awkwardly. She felt strange after what had happened a few hours earlier. She enjoyed it. More than that, she loved it. It was frantic and forbidden. Yet, she still felt guilty. Ethan had seemed to struggle on the rest of the trip. He looked uncomfortable. Aching. She knew why. She had dated guys who complained about blue balls before. Most girls think it’s just something guys say to girls to get into their underwear. Not Samantha. She knew it was real. Samantha had a kind of Jekyll and Hyde personality. One side of her loved to tease and torment. The idea of leaving a guy aching with blue balls was exciting and exhilarating to her. Yet, at the same time she felt guilty and always ended up reliving them of their situation after an hour or two. But with Ethan, it was different. Even if she wanted to ease his pain she couldn’t, not with Jane around. However, she found herself having no interest or desire to give Ethan the orgasm his balls were desperately aching for. She found the thrill in working him up too great, to fun.
“Here we are kiddos! Home sweet home for the best part of two weeks” Jane blurted with excitement from the front of the car. As the approached the summer house the smell of pine and oak filled the air around the car. The building was old, sure, but cared for and looked after. Painted regularly and polished. The small steps which led onto the decking where varnished and trimmed down. No rough edges or splinters. Just smooth, dark oak steps. The Summer house was large, yet small at the same time. The majority of its size was spent on the outside decking and the enormous living room downstairs. The outside ran in a large rectangle. On one side sat a double-sided barbeque with gas canisters and a large picnic table. On the other side was a Hot Tub, large enough for ten people, although Ethan really doubted if it was even possible for six people to stay here, let alone ten! Next to that was a set of recliner sun beds, cushions with memory foam. There all lead to the two entrances to the cabin. The first was a large wooden door at the top of the steps. It looked hand carved and gilded against the afternoon sun. The second was more modern, being sliding French glass doors that lead from the kitchen.
“Just as you remember it?” Jane asked Ethan. He smiled back at his Mum.
“Yeah…I forgot how amazing this place is” He replied. His Mum beamed with happiness. Their relations felt strained as he had gotten older. Secretly, she wanted to use this as an opportunity to reconnect and spend some time with her son.
“How about we get unpacked, you and Samantha whip us something up for dinner and I will drive to the supermarket in town…pick us up some drinks for later” Jane smiled.
“Great idea” Samantha replied quickly, flashing Ethan a sly wink, making his knees turn to jelly, almost collapsing where he stood. Ethan heading up the wooden steps and opened the front door with a creak. A fresh smell of oak, pine and polish filled his nostrils as he entered. The lounge was open plan, with two large electric sofas make from leather surrounding a large television as the centre piece. Below them was a brown, orange and red stripped rug, made from fabric designed as if it were threading and old. Surrounding them on either side were two cabinets. The first held many fake crystal glasses and tumblers, the second had various spirits and an array of Takeaway menus; Chinese, Indian, pizza. The basics. After this the lounge lead to a large opening archway with a single wooden step leading into the kitchen.
“I call this room” He joked, before quickly turning red, looking at Samantha. He wasn’t going to turn down a chance to sleep in the same room as her. He dumped his bag on the sofa and began wandering, looking over the cabin to see which things pricked memories inside his brain.
“Wow! I forgot how awesome this place is!” Samantha bellowed in excitement. Ethan walked through to the kitchen. The light shone through in rays through the open blinds, creating a picturesque image of a rural, yet modern kitchen. Suddenly, Ethan felt something brush the back of his neck, spinning him around quickly. Samantha stood there, her nails tickling his nape.
“You made me jump” He said, flushed. She smirked.
“Im sure I could do more than just make you jump” She whispered, raising her hand in a light grip and began stroking an invisible cock in the air, right in front of Ethan’s face. He felt the same throbbing and twitching that he felt in the car.
“You’re easy to turn on, aren’t you babe” She giggled, gently patting him on the shoulder.
“Well…I guess” Ethan stammered. Samantha just grinned.
“How hard did I make you in the car? How desperate where you to have me give you a handjob?” She pressed. Ethan’s eyes widened. He hesitated to reply.
“Come on. Tell me. How badly did you want me to pump my hand up and down that throbbing cock of yours?” She continued, leaning in closer.
“I…I” Ethan struggled to get out any words. Samantha gentle pressed the palm of her hand against the growing bulge in his shorts.
“Someone is hard again for his big Sister isn’t he” She purred, gentling rolling her fingers over his throbbing cock over the fabric of his shorts. Ethan moaned. Samantha smiled and gripped his tighter, feeling every sinew of his cock through the fabric. Every pulse and throb hit deep into her palm.
“How long since you last came?” She asked suddenly. Ethan stammered, but knew she demanded an answer.
“A couple of days ago when me and Sarah had her house to herself for a few hours” He replied. Samantha didn’t like this. She had started to despise the thought of Ethan fucking Sarah. Was she getting jealous? Did she want her faux brother’s cock all to herself? She gripped him tighter, maybe too tight. She didn’t mean too, but her temper began to rise. Ethan grimaced a little.
“Poor boy. So, I bet I really made you need to shoot a big load earlier then?” She whispered, lowering her eyes at him, giving him an innocent, almost puppy dog like look. Ethan moaned again. He was desperate for more. He wanted nothing more than for Samantha to reach down, free his cock from its fabric prison and jerk him hard to an orgasm.
“You know…I’ve been told that although my hands are wickedly divine, my mouth is talented. Maybe too talented. You know, I’ve never had a guy last more than two minutes with my mouth.” She added, her hand now gentling rubbing his cock up and down. Tiny movements with her grip solely on his shaft. Protected by his shorts.
“I bet I could make you cum in twenty seconds with my mouth with the state you’re in” She giggled, speeding her pace up a little. Ethan felt his knees begin to tremble. Suddenly, her grip switched, and she placed the tip of her fingers against the head of his now pulsing cock. He swallowed hard as she began to twirl them round in circled, pressing his cock head between her fingers as she did. A devilishly tormenting massage.
“Ohh? Does that feel good babe? You like it when Big Sister rubs the head of your cock that this?” She moaned to him, his body now flushed with waves of pleasure.
“How the kitchen guys?” Jane shouted form the lounge. Samantha heard the patter of her converse against the wooden floor as she approached. She quickly slid her hand away and casually moved towards the French doors, leaving Ethan alone in the centre of the kitchen, his cock throbbing hard in his jeans. She giggled as a clear stain of pre-cum emanated on his shorts. Visible and on display. Ethan panicked and quickly darted behind the marbled kitchen counter. Samantha giggled under her breath at Ethan’s situation. She smiled knowing how hard his cock was, how visible its throbbing was in those shorts, and how he must feel knowing his Mum would be coming in at any moment.
“Wow! It’s better than I remembered!” Jane hasped. Ethan tried to hold conversation with his Mum, but Samantha was having too much fun. Too much fun to stop just yet. She spied the welcome basket which had been left for them; A bottle of wine, Red, Australian, not the good stuff, some grapes, a few chocolate bars, a few apples, oranges and a bunch of bananas. She smiled. An evil, wicked idea popped into her lustful head.
“How about tonight we have a few drinks and relax, then tomorrow we can do a proper barbeque for your birthday. Sound good?” Jane asked Ethan, who was trying beyond all his mind to calm his ranging erection.
“Yeah. Sounds fun Mum” He replied, trying to sound as upbeat and positive as the situation would allow him. Then he spied Rebecca. She had peeled a banana and was slowly, seductively running her tongue from its base to the top, her eyes firmly fixed in Ethan.
“What do you fancy to drink? Since you’re officially legal age to drink now you can have what ever you want” Jane asked cheerily, a smile carved on her face. Ethan stammered. His eyes fixed on Samantha. Her eyes now closed, slips gentle wrapped around the top of the banana, rolling and twisting it with her hand. Her lips making a perfect vacuum around it. He imaged his cock inside those ruby red lips.
“Come on! Im not stupid Ethan. I know it’s not like you’ve ever drank before. I’ve seen you stammering in at eleven p.m. after spending the evening at Carl’s. What do you like to drink? Beer? Cider?” Jane pressed, her tone more joking than serious.
“Yeah bro. What do you like to drink?” Samantha added, before returning her tongue to lapping and licking the banana like a popsicle, giving Ethan a seductive wink. Ethan’s cock felt like it was ready to burst out of his shorts. He grimaced at the dull, throbbing ache slowly devouring his swollen balls.
“Beer please Mum. I like either Brew Dog Punk IPA or Peroni” He finally replied. His Mum looked at him with a smile.
“Oh? I see…so the bloody expensive stuff” She laughed. Samantha had casually pulled her low-cut top down, giving Ethan a view of her magnificent cleavage hidden behind a yellow bra littered with cartoon love hearts. She slid the banana between her cleavage, almost crushing it to a pulp with her firm, enormous breasts.
“Ha! You know me Mum” Ethan responded with a chuckle, his face red, his body trembling, his head almost dripping with nervous sweat. Samantha casually adjusted her top, munched down the remaining banana and stuck her tongue out at Ethan playfully.
“Mind if I pop into town with you Jane? I have a few things I forgot and need to pick up” Samantha asked. Ethan’s smile slowly faded. Why was she leaving? He had imagined she would jerk him off to orgasm as soon as their Mum left them alone. Now she was going with her? What the hell!
“Yeah, of course. We will just pick up takeaway on the way back. Leave the birthday boy to relax for a bit” Jane replied. Jane was a good mum to them. Caring, loving and at times like a best friend. She headed out the kitchen and left the two siblings alone once again.
“Ethan…don’t you dare jerk off while we’re gone, ok? I cause all that tension so it’s my privilege to relieve it too. I don’t want you wasting it by shooting a load down the fucking toilet or into some tissues” Samantha laughed, her face stern, her expression serious.
“Really? You mean it?” Ethan blurted, as if it was his Christmas and Birthday all rolled into one.
“Yeah, I do. But not until I do it myself, ok? Promise me?” She asked, her eyes soft and loving, with a devilish seductiveness hidden behind them. Ethan nodded vehemently.
“Good boy” She said, before giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek.
