Venus in Summer - Chapter Five


Five


Ethan stared at his phone, lost.

“Why hasn’t she texted?” He asked himself as he locked and unlocked his phone. It was almost seven and Sarah would have finished work two hours ago. Normally Sarah would be sending him risky messages at work, desperate to talk to him. Why was she quiet all of a sudden?

“What’s wrong dear?” Jane asked him, her motherly instinct kicking in. They hadn’t been back long from town. Samantha had wandered off on her own for a while and Jane had to sit in the car for at least twenty minutes waiting for her. When she asked where she had gone Samantha was coy, just saying she had to pick some personal stuff up.

“Sarah hasn’t texted me for a while now. Normally she messages me as soon as she leaves work. Im worried-“


“Don’t me daft” Jane cut him off, chuckling to herself. “She is probably letting you spend some time with you mother and Sister. Im sure she will message you later on. So, stop worrying and come look at what I’ve picked you up form the store. Im sure you will like it” Jane smiled. Ethan felt a little better. His Mum was always right on this type of thing. After all, she had been a girl Sarah’s age too and knew how women’s minds worked much better than he did. 

Ethan followed his Mum to the kitchen. She turned with a beaming, proud smile. on the counter stood a crate of twelve cans of Brewdog Beer, a large two large Dominoes Pizzas and a birthday cake. 

"Who has the best Mum in the world?" She laughed. Ethan smiled. 

"I don't know. maybe we can find out and she can give you lessons" He replied in his own cheeky way. Jane scrunched up her face and playfully punched his shoulder. She felt happy joking with Ethan again. He had been too serious for far too long. 

"Like your cake birthday boy" Samantha joked to him from the other side of the kitchen. Ethan eyed her up and down as the memories of what happened earlier came rushing back to him. As did the aching. Samantha had gotten changed, and was wear a bright blue bikini which was at least a size to small for her, her tanned breasts unable to fit properly inside. She also wore a thin pair of white shorts, the fabric almost see though. Ethan could tell she had no underwear on underneath, else the outline of her thong or panties would be visible. He swallowed a lump in his throat. Samantha grinned. Was she wearing this for him? To work him up further? 

"Why the hell are you wearing a bikini Sammy?" Jane asked, confused. Samantha blushed. She wasn't used to Jane being so abrupt with her. Maybe she could tell something was happening that shouldn't be. 





"Im warming the hot tub up. Well...i was about to" She replied, making sure Jane suspected nothing. 

"Ha! Good luck with that! " She chuckled. "it takes around ten hours to heat up. So you're going to be waiting a while!" She laughed.  Samantha pouted. She hated not getting her own way and hated even more looking like a fool. Ethan felt a sense of victory. Samantha had had him teased and tormented most of the day, and now a little karma had caught up to her. Samantha saw his rye smile and gave him a scowl. Ethan quickly went pale. 

     "I think I will have a nice soak in the tub. Pamper myself after that long drive" Jane said, heading out the kitchen. Ethan smiled to himself. Despite really not wanting to come here, to spend all his waking moments with Sarah, he was glad he came. 

    "What you smirking at then?" Samantha butted in, breaking his inner refection. 

     "Oh! Nothing. Don't worry about it" Ethan replied, the smile quickly disappearing from his face. Samantha looked at him quizzically. 

"I thought you would like this outfit. Give you a nice, long hard look at my body. This way you can fantasies about me even when Jane's around" she said, bitterness in her voice. Samantha had always been a bit of a brat. No matter how close they were she would always loose her temper at the flick of a switch. 

"Guess you don't like my body" she added, he face turning from sour to sad in a flash. Ethan knew it was an act. Still, his inner brother full of empathy came gushing out in droves. He fell right into her trap. 

"Of course I like you're body Sam! You're gorgeous. You know that! Look at how many guys constantly try it on with you!" Ethan replied, his voice almost exasperated. Samantha pouted again. 

"You just wish it was Sarah here in a bikini showing you her body, don't you?!" She pressed, her voice breaking into a whine. Deep down Ethan knew it was an act. He knew exactly what she wanted to hear. 

"Even though I love nothing more than spending time with Sarah, there is nobody is want here on holiday for my birthday than you" Ethan replied. Samantha was laughing inside. She fought back the smile which was aching to spread across her face. Ethan was so easy to manipulate. She could always persuade him to do or say anything she wanted which, if she was being honest, she found endearing. 

"Prove it then" Samantha demanded, her face finally giving war to a piercing grin. 

" What?" Ethan stammered back in confusion. 

"You heard me babe. Prove it. If you like my body as much as you say you do you won't have any trouble proving it" Samantha persisted. Ethan stared at her for a moment, unsure of what to say or think. 

"Fine! Just come with me" Samantha finally said, breaking the silence. She grabbed Ethan by he wrist and began to walk him out the kitchen, with Ethan following, almost zombielike. As if he were a dog being taken on a walk. Ethan watched Samantha as she lead him through the cabin, admiring her body as she did. Her tight ass looked like an apple squeezed into shorts far too small for it. He wanted to reach your. To squeeze it. Samantha must have read his mind, as she turned her head slightly, their eyes locking and flashed him a seductive smile. 

"Get in" Samantha said, her voice resuming the serious tone from the Kitchen . 

"The bedroom?" Ethan asked, unsure of what Samantha wanted. 

"Damn right. Get inside now!" She replied, strongly, almost pushing Ethan through the door. 

"So how are you planning on making me prove I like your body then?" Ethan asked once inside, his tone flirting with sarcasm. Samantha smirked. 

"Take your shorts and underwear off and get your cock out. Now" She demanded. Ethan blushed. His head pounded. His heart felt like it would jump out of his chest on anxiety. 

"I can't do you. That would be..." Ethan paused. 

"Be wrong? That what you're going to say? Well, sorry to say babe but it was wrong for me to rub your cock in the kitchen. For me to make you leave pre cum stains in your shorts. For me to get those balls oh so swollen and full. So sorry babe, but we passed wrong a long time ago. Now get your cock out of I will get it out myself. And I won't be gentle about it either!" Samantha said. Ethan's eyes darted about the bedroom, half expecting a hidden camera to be filming his next move, of his Mum to calm storming in files with a thunderous rage. But nothing happened. Instead Samantha stares at him, her eyes transfixed on the slowly growing cock in Ethan's shirts. She folder her arms and tilted her head to once side. 

"Well....I'm waiting" she pressed him again. Ethan didn't have a choice. Slowly her unbuttoned his shirts, sweat dripping from his forehead. His fingers clammy. He slide then down to a chuckle from Samantha. 

"Iron Man boxers? Seriously" she laughed. Ethan blushed again. Samantha signalled for him to take them off too. Ethan tugged on the waist band, hesitent to reveal what was inside. Samantha felt flushed. Her pussy began to throb and drip at the outline of Ethan's cock pressing against his boxers. Throbbing. Pulsating for her. For her body. She bit her lip as Ethan quickly pulled them down. She felt slightly disappointed. She had hoped for Ethan to act more sexual, rather than pulling his boxers down reminiscent of removing a plaster. Still, her eyes widened at the sight of his exposed cock. Twitching for her, naked for her to see. She wanted to reach out and touch it. Feel it throb against the palm of her hand. Cup the balls which seemed swollen and tender. Aching to be emptied. Not yet, she thought. She wanted to take her time. To enjoy herself. 

"Good boy. Now, wrap your hand around that throbbing cock of yours. But don't move it. Don't jerk off. Just hold it for me" she said, feeling her body begin to tremble in a mix of excitement and apprehension. Ethan stood still. He couldn't make eye contact with her. His lip trembled. He wasn't upset. Far from it. He felt more turned on than he ever had in his life. No. He wasn't upset. He was scared. Scared of what Samantha may may him do. Scared of getting caught. Scared most of all that he was enjoy it. 

"Don't keep me waiting babe. Looks like your cock is desperate for you to touch it as much as I am" she giggled girlishly, playfully. It only made Ethan feel more embarrassed. 

"Why? Why do you want me to do this Samantha?" Ethan asked, a slight tremor quivering in his voice. Samantha sniled sweetly. 

"You're proving to me how much you like my body. You're proving to me that you wouldn't rather have anyone else here instead of me....not even Sarah" She replied, her finger slowly tracing down from her supple red lip, past her chin and gently down her neck. She felt tingling all over her body. A heat which was almost unbearable. She controlled herself. 

"If Sarah was here in sure you would be hard for her. I'm sure she would be sucking your cock or something. Obviously I can't do that. Not yet anyway" Samantha said, pausing to give off another girly giggle and give Ethan a suggestive wink. "So I want to see you pretend it's me stroking you, sucking or...hell, even fucking you. I want to see how hard it makes you. See you prove to me how badly you want you big sisters tight, wet pussy dripping  around your fucking cock. Understand?". Samantha surprised herself at the brashness of what she said. She didn't expect that to come out. She wanted to say sorry. To say she had gone to far. But she couldn't. Her body, her mind, it wouldn't let her. 




Ethan's hand trembled as it got closer to his twitching cock. Samantha stared at him, watching, waiting. She licked her lips, her body washed with nervous anticipation. 

"Do you really want me to-" Ethan asked, but Samantha interupted him by waving her finger in the air, signalling his silence. Slowly but surly, Ethan took a gentle grip around his shaft. He felt embarassed. Ashamed. Exposed. HIs cock twitched to his familiar touch. He swallowed. Samantha grinned. 

"Good boy. How hard does it feel?" She asked, giving Ethan a suggestive wink and pressing her breasts towards him. 



"Really hard" Ethan stammered back. He wasn't lying. He doubted that even Sarah had made him this hard before, even when they spend hours kissing and touching each other on the sofa. 

"Good boy. See how nice of a sister i am. So, am i making you want to stroke it babe?" She smirked. Ethan put his head down to the floor. Samantha knew he wanted to. She could see the twitching of his wrist. The trembling in his knees. The weakness in his eyes. 

"I guess so" He replied, trying to sound as calm s possible. Samantha huffed. Ethan continually tried ot reduce the sexual tension she was trying to build between the two of them. 

"Hey! Eyes on me Ethan!" She snapped, forcing his head ot jolt up and look at her. 

"That's better" She continued. " Now, i want you to be honest with me. If you don't like to my questions then i will let you stroke your cock. But only when i say you can, ok?" Samantha said. Ethan nodded. He knew resisting her owuld make be of no use. 

"Good boy. So, Ethan, tell me. Have you ever jerked off ot my tits before? I know they have made you had so many times. I've lost count of the times you had ot hide a throbbing erection with a pillow when we were watching a film. So, have you ever jerked off thinking about them? Maybe imagined shooting rope upon rope of cum on them?" She purred. Ethan shuffled his feet. His cock twitched in the palm of his hand. 

"Y-yes" He stammered. 

"I knew you had. Thankyou for telling me the tructh. Just for that i was you to rub the head of your cock with the index finger. Don't jerk off, just smear around that lovly, shimmering pre cum that's bulding up" Samantha whispered. Ethan gladly obliged. He felt at her mercy, but at the same time felt good. His cock bounced as his finger began running round the head of his glad, round the glands and above the shaft. Samantha moved in closer, grabbing her breasts which barely fit inside her bikini. 

"Imagine me wrapping these bad boys around that cock of yours babe. Giving you the tit wank of a life time. Can you imagine how good your cock would feel being suffocated by my boobs?" She teased, squaaezing them together for Ethan, making him watch as she massaged her breatss in front of him. 



Ethan swallowed hard. His stomach began to fill with nervous butterflies. He felt sick. He watched, mesmerised as Samantha rolled her breasts in the palm of her hand. He breathing became week. He started to feel desperation. Not desperation to leave. Desperation to stroke. Samantha must have known how he felt. 
"Not yet babe. Don't stroke until i tell you too. " She purred, biting down sexually on her lip. She needed ot play too. Her pussy ached and dripped at the sight of Ethan holding his throbbing cock for her. The pre cum almost dripping from the tip. 

"Do you want to see more of me? More of my body? Or do you want to jerk off right now, rather than waiting?" Samantha asked, testing Ethan, continuing her torturous game of teasing him. Ethan knew it. He still had some modicome of sense left. 

"I would love to see more Samantha. Please let me see more" Ethan asked. Samantha beamed with a smile. Ethan was finally playing along. 

"Really? I can see you're so desperate to give that poor, throbbing cock of yours some attention babe" She teased. Ethan grimaced. He knew what she wanted to hear. Even so, deep down, he did want to see more of her. He had imagined what Samantha's naked body looked like since she started developing at fourteen. 

"Please Samantha. Show me more" Ethan asked again, his eyes devouring her. 

"Ok babe, just for you since you're being such a good little brother" she chuckled. 

Samantha moved closer and playfully pushed Ethan down onto the bed, his back flopping against the soft, white linen sheets which covered it, his legs dangling from the edge. She stood back up, teacher her arms round her back and grasped the knot in her bikini. Ethan waited. His heart pounding through his ears. His cock throbbing violently in anticipation. 

"You ready for these babe?" She purred, looking down at her breasts hidden inside her bikini top. Time seemed to stop for Ethan as she slowly loosened the knot. He held his breath as she let it fall to the floor, revealing her tanned, firm breasts. Their shape seeming defy gravity. She moved closer, placing one knee on the bed and seductively crawled over him. Ethan desperately grinned is cock for my in his had. Samantha looked down and chuckled. 

"Looks like this has got you even harder! I didn't think that was possible" she giggled. "So, what do you think babe? They look as good as you imagined?" She asked .




"Fuck" Ethan stammered. His eyes fixed on Samantha. He had never imagined this would happen, not even in his wildest dreams. He wanted to reach out. To touch them. To feel their softness in his hand. To kiss them. To feel her nipples on his lips. He instinctively reach out, but Samantha batted his hand away. 

"Nope. I'm not touching you, so you can't touch me Ethan" she said sternly, but still playfully. "Although...maybe you want me to touch you. Maybe you want me to slide your cock between my tits and let you fuck them?" She said, thinking out loud. Ethan nodded passionately .Samantha laughed. 

"I think you should stroke your cock for me now. Slowly. I don't want you cumming before I've had my fun" Samantha said. Ethan smiled. He was desperate.

Samantha's eyes locked on Ethan's cock as he slowly began sliding his cock you and down, twisting his wrist as he got to the head. He moaned. He sighed. He was in desperate need of this. To feel this sensation. 

"Good boy. Such a good fucking boy. Look at how swollen and tight your balls are. All that cum desperate to explode" she purred. Ethan's hips buckled. He felts waves of pleasure envelope his body. 

Samantha placed her finger to her mouth and puckered her lips, sliding in inside seductivly, her lips devouring it as if it were Ethan's cock. His mind began to melt. 




"Maybe you would prefer you cock between my lips than my breasts?" Samantha teased, her tongue gliding up and down the shaft of her finger, her lips carsessing the tip. Ethan moaned. Samantha leant furthe rover him, her breasts inches away form Eathers face, his mouth open, desperate for her to fill it with her nipple. She dropped herself down onto Ethan's thigh, her hips gridnging against him. he could feel Samantha's pussy though her shorts. It was soaked. She rubbed it firmly against his leg before raising herself off him, leaving a large, damn patch against the hairs on Ethan's thigh. 

"Look at what your cock has done to my poor pussy babe" She moaned, acting innocent yet devilish. Ethan sighed in pleasure. 

"Stroke faster fo rme now babe. Show me how you would fuck my pussy" Samantha demanded. Ethan didn't need telling twice. Quickly his hand began to pump up and down with speed and firmness. Samantha laughed at how frantically he had started jerking off. 

"Fell good babe?" Samantha asked, watching intensly now. Watching every stroke Ethan made. Watching his hips thrust against his hand. Watching his balls tighten with each stroke. 

"Did my teasing in the car and the kitchen get you worked up babe?" She purred, continually assulting him with verbal teases. Ethan nodded. He was beyond words now. His mind was wrapped in wave upon wave of pleasure. Samantha knew he was close. Knew he couldn;t take much more. She swiftly dropped to her knees infornt of Ethan. 

"I bet you wanna cum on my boobs dont you? Explode all over them?" She teased. Ethan sat up, still furiously stroking his cock. His eyes filled with a desperate need. A desperate longing to cum. 

"Bet you wanna shoot all over these, don't you little brother" Samantha enforced, her tone changing to playfully rather than sexual as she massaged her breasts roughly with what hands. Grabbing and squeezing them as if inviting Ethan to explore over them. 









"Fuck! I'm getting close Samantha" Ethan moaned. Samantha watched his balls contract and tighten. Watched his shaft pulsate and throb. She leaned in closer to his cock, her breath kissing against the head as he stroked. 

"I bet you have so much cum built up in those balls babe. I think you would drown me if you were to cum right now" she chuckled. Ethan continued to stroke. Faster .Harder. He was on the edge. Approaching an orgasm he had been so desperate for. 

"Fuck! I'm gunna cum Samantha" Ethan moaned, aiming his cock over Samantha's breasts as she massaged them. Suddenly, Samantha grasped Ethan's hands, pulling them away from his cock. Ethan sat, confused, paniced. What was she doing? Ethan's cock throbbed, bobbing up and down, desperate, on the verge of orgasm. Another few strokes and he would have exploded. 

"Samantha? What the fuck? I was so close" Ethan moaned, almost begging for her to let go of his arms. Samantha cocked her head, giving Ethan a stern expression. 

"Now come on Ethan. This is like a first date. Remember your fist date with Sarah? I bet she didn't make you cum on the first date" Samantha told him sternly. Ethan looked helpless. 

"But im so close. Please Samantha. You said i could cum on your tits" Ethan frantically pleaded. Samantha just laughed. She had this planned all along. This was far too much fun, and she didn;t want her fun to stop by Ethan having an orgasm. 

"Erm...Ethan...i think you wil find i said you wish you could and that i knew oyu wanted to. I never actually said you could" She replied, a hidden harshness in her voice. Ethan was deflated. 

"Now. Put your boxers and shorts back on babe. We can carry on later tonight when Jane goes ot bed" Samantha added as she stood up, giving Ethan another look. She smirked as his cock danced for her, still on the edge of orgasm, pre cum leaking form the tip. It almost looked like it was crying for her. Tears of frustration. She couldn't help but laugh at him. 








"Im going to go have a shower babe. Now, don't you dare cum. If you dare even think about cumming without my permission im going to ring Sarah and tell her everything. Well, i will make it sound like you tried it on with me. So hands off Mr! While we are here your cock, your balls, your orgasm all belong to me!" Samantha said strictly as she put her bikini back on, flushig him a smile to hide her evil, cruel intentions. 















Venus In Summer - Chapter four


Four



Sarah sat at her desk, staring into the oblivion of books yet to mark which almost seemed unsurmountable. She hated marking, and a pile of books was her Everest. She lowered her glasses and sighed. If Ethan had been here it would have been easier. She would have had someone to go home too. Spoke relax with. His Mum was pretty lenient and would let her come around and watch Tv, movies, listen to music or just generally relax with him. Her parents weren’t like that. Her Dad was old school in his values.

“No boys allowed” He would often say in his stern, authorities tone. Still, with him being a Financial advisor her would often work long hours, sometimes with clients until eight or nine at night. Her Mum was a Nurse, so her shifts and working hours were erratic. Because of this Sarah and Ethan were able to spend a few nights a week at hers with the house to themselves.

Sarah’s phone buzzed form her purse. She knew who it was. Ethan’s messages had their own ring tone. She knew it wasn’t him. It was Chris. Chris had been messaging her for a while now. They used to date. Nothing serious. Although she had wanted it to be. Before she moved down here, before she met Ethan, she had desperately tried to make it work with him. Desperately tried to get him to commit. The thing was, Chris was a stud. An athlete. He had played Football all his life, going from the under-fives, to under sixteens, to playing for Nottingham Forests second team. Now, he was one of the first names on the team sheet. Chris Ryan, Number 10, attacking Midfielder and playmaker. He wasn’t on premier league money, but still earnt over ten thousand a week. It made him into what you would call a player. Still, Sarah had been head over heels in love with him. Ever since she moved away, he had started to message her again. Maybe he wanted what he couldn’t have. He was always that way. Sarah hadn’t told Ethan he had been messaging her, of course not. Why would she. Ethan would be jealous if he knew. Chris was gorgeous. He had hardly any body fat with abs that went on for days, almost ripping out his torso. He had slick, light brown hair, blue eyes, a soft yet defined chin and wicked blue eyes she would get lost in. Not to mention he was blessed with being extremely well endowed. Most guys think size matters, and most women will tell them that it doesn’t. Sarah knew different. Sex with Chris was frantic, passionate and nobody had ever made her orgasm like he had.







Sarah decided to check her messages, after all, what harm could simply looking do, she thought. She felt tingling through her body at the thought of talking with Chris. She still thought about him, he did have, after all, the body of a Greek god. She bit her lip as she reached into her bag thinking about some of the things Chris has made her do. He was a pure-bred alpha male. Dominating. She liked that. Deep down she had a kinky side, a submissive side. She loved how he treated her like his sexual play thing, even if she wouldn’t admit it. The feeling of him using her.

                Her phone was flashing when she opened it. Two messages, One from Ethan, one from Chris. She had completely forgot about the pictures she had sent Ethan this morning. Still, she opened Chris’ text first. 




Sarah hesitated to respond. He initial reaction was to jump at the chance to see all her old friends again. Sure, she kept in touch with them on Facebook, but it wasn't the same as going out for a drink with them in person. Sarah was nineteen, a year older than Ethan, and spent much of last year going out, getting drunk and partying with her friends. She had slowed down a lot since moving due to a combination of her job, dating Ethan and the fact that she hardly knew anybody. Still, she wondered if it was really appropriate to go out for a drink with Chris, even if there were other going. She slowly replied, hesitating on each word, unsure of what to type.




Sarah smiled to herself.

"He has a girlfriend now? That's really unlike Chris" She muttered with a tinge of jealously. Why wasn't she good enough to get him to commit to something? She thought to herself. She shook her head. She had Ethan now. She was happy with him. This would be a harmless night out with old friends. Nothing more than that. Her mind was made up.

Sarah rushed home form work, leaving the pile of marking on her desk. She could get it done on Monday after work, with the books not needing to be in until Tuesday, and with that being the last week of School before the Summer Holidays everyone was more easy going around the place. Sure she was a Teaching Assistant, but training to be a teacher meant she had volunteered to get experience by marking and running the odd English lesson. Even if it was only to ten year olds it still proved tough. Sarah was studying a degree in English Literature through an online University. She hadn't told Ethan yet. She was didn't want to tell anyone if she was honest. She had tried going to college before but it didn't work out. She dropped out and got a job in Boots, a nation wide chain. She spent her days stocking the makeup shelves and talking with disgruntled customers. She hated it and decided she would try college again. once more she dropped out. It was different now. She was older. Wasn't only focused on getting drunk with her friends and sleeping with Chris every weekend. Now she had a goal. A dream. She was determined.

Sarah got home and threw her work things down.

"Shit! Already six p.m! Better get my backside in motion" She laughed, frantically clicking the oven on to pre-heat and charging upstairs in a frantic rush. The next hour was spent cooking some chicken quickly with some pasta to soak up the excess alcohol she would be consuming, showering and getting upset over what to wear.

"Something nice....but defiantly not something slutty. Not anymore at least" She muttered to herself as she looked forlornly through her wardrobe. She hadn't been out like this since moving, so hadn't felt the need to buy anything new for it. All her clothes revealed too much for her new self. Low cut. Chest almost hanging out of them. Skirts short enough for the bottom of her supple ass to be on display, her panties peeking out to all who notice. Her phone buzzed. Again and again. She only had ten minutes before her taxi would pick her up.




"Fuck it! Guess old Sarah is back for one night only. In appearance at least" She muttered in a fluster.











Venus in Summer - Chaper three


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.










Venus in Summer - Chapter two


Two

                The rest of the drive seemed a little pedantic to Ethan. Each time Samantha’s eyes caught him his brain world open into a maelstrom of possibilities, each one seemingly worse than the last. Had she seen his messages from Sarah? Had she noticed his erection? Did she think he was ‘perving’ over her? He tried his best to block the thoughts from his mind and let his brain drift and wander. He focused on the road. The dry stretch of grass seeming to never end. The mossy covered hills stretching the horizon to an emerald infinity. It was a lovely place. Occasionally another car would pass and remind Ethan he wasn’t in some time machine, looking back into Scotland’s medieval period. The sky shimmered with radiant brightness, cloudless, summer in all its glory.

                “Seems like we picked the best possible time to get away, hey kiddos! The weather is simply sublime’ His Mum, Jane said form the front of the car, her voice resplendent of a skip.

                “Let’s just hope it stays this way” Ethan muttered back, forcing a frown to appear in the rear-view mirror form his Mum. He sighed to himself. He always had to be ‘Mr. Negativity’ as Samantha used to call him. Always able to bring an air of boredom and displeasure to something pure and fun.
                Samantha sat relaxed next to him. She smiled and rolled her eyes at Ethan’s instinctiveness to try and bring something down. He had always been like that. She couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t in her life. Her parents had died when she was young, and that part of her life seemed to have been blocked form memory. Maybe it was too painful to remember? Or maybe she was just too young. She didn’t really know. Jane would always say that she looked just like her mother. It made her smile. She and Ethan used to be close. Not just cousin, not just faux brother and sister, but like best friends. Friends who would tell each other anything. She didn’t see him as a boy, but not as one of the girls either. More like a grey, genderless best friend. Still, on occasion, something would happen that reminded her that he was a horny guy controlled by his endorphins and hormones. This wasn’t the first time she had noticed him ‘popping a boner’ around her. Last Summer, when she was sunbathing in the back garden, she had asked Ethan to rub sun cream on her back. Again, seeing him without any sexual identity meant she saw nothing wrong with this. Ethan was hesitant, but she pushed and prodded him into persuasion. She worse a small, light blue bikini, just covering the outline of her faded pink nipples and a bikini bottom which, as it always seemed to do, had ridden up between the cheeks of her apple shaped ass. After a few moments of Ethan’s hands wandering to apply the sun cream, she felt a distinct pressing on her lower back. She knew instantly what it was. As she rolled over to check she saw Ethan spring up, quickly and sharply, hands over his shorts, running into the house. She smirked at the memory.

                “Felling ok bro? I didn’t crush your balls too bad did i?” Samantha leaned over and whispered to Ethan, making sure Jane couldn’t hear. Ethan blushed. The sensation of her hot breath in his ear, the thought of a stunning hot blond thinking about his balls, and the image of Sarah’s text seemed to catch up to him again and quickly he felt a growing tension inside his shorts.

                “Er…yeah. Don’t worry about it” he stammered, face growing more flushed and read with each moment.

                “You sure? Don’t need a groin rub?” Samantha replied, before bursting out into a loud laughter. Still, her eyes remained flirtatious and sexual. She felt a growing tingling sensation in her panties. A dampness she had been experience when thinking about Ethan like this lately. She breathed softly. Ever since Ethan had been dating Sarah, she had been reminded that he was a young, attractive, sexual guy. Remembering all the times she had caused him to get an erection and try to hide it started to turn her on. She knew how wrong it was. Still, whether it was their closeness all these years and the comfort she felt with him, or the fact that he was taken, and she couldn’t have him, she found herself turned on by the thought of turning him on. She bit her lip as she thought about Ethan’s cock throbbing inside his thin shorts. Her clit began to swell. To ache. Samantha lived with a high sex drive, and would often masturbate numerous times a day, This past week however, she found her long morning showers filled with thoughts of Ethan as she brought herself to orgasm. Intense, trembling orgasms.

Samantha had an idea. An evil, cruel and fun idea. She pulled out her phone, hiding it form Ethan’s view, and began typing.

Within seconds Ethan’s phone buzzed again. Samantha smirked as she watched him slide his phone out his pocket, unlock it was open the message.








Ethan’s eyes slowly looked at Samantha. She was smiling from ear to ear. He eyes sexual yet menacing.

“Sorry. Sent that to the wrong person” She chuckled, before glancing down at his shorts. She saw Ethan’s cock, throbbing wildly and violently in his shorts. She bit her lip. She wanted to reach out and grab it. Feel in her hand for the first time just how hard she made him. Feel how big his cock really war. Hera him pant and moan as her talented fingers devilishly tormented his aching cock.

“What’s up? Feeling a little tense” Samantha purred. Ethan still didn’t reply. His head was full of storms and questions. He sat for what felt like an eternity as Samantha giggled at him.

“Hey? Earth to Ethan? Has all the blood gone from your head to your cock and now you can’t talk?” Samantha joked, resting her hand just above Ethan’s knee. Her pink nails, polished and long tapping against his skin, juxtaposing the whiteness of his Sun-missed skin. He throbbed harder at the sensation of her touch. She smiled and squeezed his thigh a little. Ethan gulped, swallowing hard.
“You going to tell me what’s wrong babe?” She purred. She liked calling him babe. Normally it was playful, joking. But now it seemed different. Sexual. Devious. Her voice filled with lust. Ethan held his breath and watched as her nails ran up and down the inside of his thigh, just below the opening of his sorts. His cock throbbed violent. She gentle traced one of her fingers down the seam of his shorts and into the beginning of the opening. Halfway between his knee and balls. She began making small circles with her fingers as she crept another finger inside the leg of his shorts.

“What’s wrong? Why so quiet all of a sudden” Samantha smiled, her voice flooded with carnal instinct.

“N-nothing” Ethan stammered back. She grinned.

“Was it the sight of my breasts? My supple, large breasts squeezed into that bikini which is far too small to hide them?” She purred, her hand now fully inside Ethan’s short leg, exploring the inside of his thigh mere inches away form his throbbing cock.

“Gosh! It’s so hot inside these shorts babe” She giggled. Ethan felt her draw little love hearts with her fingers on his leg.

“How well do you remember the cabin babe?” Samantha asked as her fingers slid higher up his shorts. Ethan gasped as he felt the softness of a single fingertip press against his now swollen balls. Samantha smiled. She gentle caressed across his swollen sack with one finger, He was smoothed, shaved.

“No answer? Well. How about I tell you something you have forgotten” She purred as she gentle pressed the palm of her hand against his balls, slowly folding her gentle fingers around them and gripping them in a delicate grip. Ethan swallowed hard. Samantha began to roll them in the palm of her hand. They were heavy. Full. Like two large eggs in her grip.

“There are only two bedrooms babe. So, me and you…we are bunking up” She giggled as she continued to massage Ethan’s heavy balls. His breath was heavy. His cock bounced and throbbed. Twitching violent against her touch like a snake charmer calling out his act. Samantha smiled devilishly.

“And I sleep naked” She added abrupt, before sliding her hand higher and grasping Ethan’s throbbing cock firmly and tightly in her hand. Ethan quivered at her touch. She had him. He was hers. His cock pulsated in her grip. She didn’t move her hand but smirked as she felt Ethan subtly try to thrust his hips. Desperate for stimulation.

“Shhh! Sit still babe” She cooed. Ethan felt like he was melting. His head dizzy. His body hot. Burning up. Samantha rolled her index finger over the head of Ethan’s cock, her hand still tightly gripping the pulsing shaft. She noticed the thick pre-cum covering it as she smeared it in.

“Leaking a little?” She smirked as her fingers rolled and polished the head of his aching cock. Ethan gasped softly. He had forgotten where they were. Who they were. His body and mind and given in to the whirlwind of pleasure he felt having Samantha folding and caress his aching member. Then, suddenly, her hand was gone. All that was left was the air-conditioned cool air of the car blowing up his shorts and enwreathing his aching cock. Samantha licked the glistening pre cum off her finger.

“Tasty” She giggled. Ethan stared at her in lustful awe. His jaw, if not bound by the laws of his body, would have hit the floor.

“Now let’s let that throbbing cock of yours calm down for a bit. Don’t want you cumming in your shorts in the back seat of the car, do we?” She giggled, petting him on the leg like an obedient dog. Ethan breathed slowly and heavily, desperate to regain his composure.