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I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Even after returning to my room, my mind kept replaying every moment: Mom on her knees, the way she looked up at me, how she swallowed me so deep, and finally, her face covered in my cum. My body tingled just thinking about it.
Dinner wasn’t as awkward as I thought it would be. Mom acted completely normal, serving burgers as if we hadn’t crossed every boundary imaginable hours earlier. She talked about grocery prices and her plans for the weekend. When Kyla joined us, laughing about some drama with her friends, I kept waiting for her to notice something different between Mom and me. But she didn’t. Everything seemed perfectly normal to her.
Back in my room, I lay on my bed, still feeling the ghost of Mom’s mouth. I considered jerking off just to relieve the tension building again, my hand already sliding beneath my waistband, when three knocks interrupted me.
“Tyler? Can I come in?” Kyla, my little sister, said.
I quickly adjusted myself, rising from bed. “Yeah, it’s open.”
The door swung open, and Kyla stepped in wearing a short denim skirt and a loose white crop top. Her dark hair fell in waves around her shoulders. Unlike Mom’s polished look, Kyla had a natural, youthful beauty, fresh-faced without makeup, a light dusting of freckles across her nose, and smooth lips curled into a playful smile. Without a bra, her small, perky breasts were clearly outlined under her top.
“So,” she said, closing the door behind her and leaning against it. “I saw the video.”
“What video?”
She rolled her eyes. “Come on. Mom’s facial video. That was your cock, wasn’t it?”
Heat rushed to my face. “I… yeah.”
“How did it feel?” she asked, moving to sit at the edge of my bed. “Coming on Mom’s face like that?”
I swallowed hard. “It didn’t feel too bad.”
Kyla laughed. “Didn’t feel too bad? That’s an understatement. You know it’s already got over twenty thousand views? Mom’s subscribers are going crazy for it.”
“Really?” I didn’t know whether to feel proud or not.
“Really,” she confirmed, then bit her lower lip. “So… I was thinking maybe you could help me out with one too?”
“A facial?” I blinked at her. “Kyla, I don’t know…”
“Why not?” Her playful expression faltered. “You did it for Mom. Is there something wrong with me?”
“No, of course not.” I scratched my head, trying to find the right words. “It’s just… I’ve already crossed one major line today. I’m not sure what Mom would—”
“What I would what?” Mom’s voice came from the doorway. I hadn’t even heard her approach
She leaned against the doorframe, wearing a simple silk robe. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, her face freshly washed of makeup. “It’s okay, Tyler,” she said with a gentle smile. “I don’t mind if you help your sister too. In fact, I think it would be good for her content.”
“Really?” I asked.
Mom nodded. “Just make sure you get good angles.”
I looked between them, still trying to process how casually they were discussing this. “You’re sure?”
“Absolutely,” Mom said. “It’s just work, sweetie. And we keep it in the family.”
“Okay,” I said, giving in. “I’ll help you, Kyla.”
“Yes!” Kyla squealed, throwing her arms around my neck. Her body pressed against mine, warm and soft. “Thank you, thank you!” She grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the door. “Let’s go now before I lose my nerve.”
I followed her down the hall to her bedroom. Unlike my cluttered space, hers was sparkling clean and feminine, just like Mom’s. Pink curtains filtered the afternoon sunlight, casting a rosy glow across her matching pink comforter. A string of fairy lights twinkled along one wall above a bulletin board covered with photos of her and her friends.
What caught me off guard was the open drawer of her nightstand. Various colorful sex toys were arranged neatly inside: vibrators, dildos, and things I couldn’t even identify.
“I need to get the camera from Mom,” she said eagerly. “Wait here.”
She darted out, leaving me alone in her feminine space. I sat awkwardly on the edge of her bed, trying not to stare at her collection of toys or think about how she used them.
Kyla returned moments later with the camera, closing the door behind her. “Got it!” She handed it to me, then stood in the middle of the room, suddenly looking a bit nervous. “So … are you ready?”
“Yeah,” I said, taking the camera and checking that it was on and properly set up. “Whenever you are.”
She took a deep breath. “Okay.” Her fingers played with the hem of her crop top before she pulled it over her head.
Without a bra, her medium-sized breasts were immediately exposed: perky and topped with light pink nipples. She shimmied out of her skirt next, revealing simple white cotton panties. For a moment, she looked almost shy, hooking her thumbs in the waistband before sliding them down her slender legs.
Nude, Kyla was youthfully beautiful. Where Mom’s body showed the refined curves of maturity, Kyla’s was slim and athletic. Her breasts were smaller but perfectly shaped, her waist narrow above her gently flaring hips. A small triangle of dark hair nestled between her thighs, unlike Mom’s more manicured look.
“Do you think I look okay?” she asked, twirling around so her hair fluttered.
“You look beautiful,” I said honestly.
A smile bloomed across her face. “Thanks.” She walked toward me, her confidence returning with each step. “You need to be naked too.”
I hesitated, but only for a second. Setting the camera aside temporarily, I pulled my shirt over my head. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in my chest and abs, the result of warehouse lifting and my attempts to stay in shape.
“Damn, brother,” she whistled. “You’ve been hiding all that under those baggy clothes?”
I laughed nervously. “I guess so.”
“Let me take care of the rest.” She dropped to her knees in front of me, looking up with those innocent hazel eyes as she reached for my belt buckle. Her fingers worked quickly, unfastening my jeans and tugging them down along with my boxers. My erection sprang free with such force that it nearly hit her in the face. She jerked back with a surprised giggle.
“Whoa! Mom wasn’t kidding when she warned me about your deadly sword,” she laughed, eyeing my hardness with appreciation.
“She warned you?” I asked, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and pride.
“Mmhmm,” she hummed, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. “Said you were bigger than she expected and that you got super hard.” Her thumb traced the vein running along the underside. “She was right.”
I adjusted the camera, making sure to get her face in frame as she leaned forward and placed a playful kiss on the tip. She started with teasing licks, circling the head with her tongue before taking just the first inch into her mouth.
I sighed in relief once she rolled my crown around her inner cheeks. Then she tried to take me deeper, her eyes watering slightly as she pushed past her comfort zone. When she gagged and had to pull back, she looked up apologetically.
“Sorry, I’m not as good as Mom yet.”
“You’re doing amazing,” I assured her, meaning it. The sight of my little sister’s lips stretched around me was incredibly arousing, even if she couldn’t take me as deep.
Her face brightened at the praise. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I said, trying my best to hold the camera steadily as she pleasured me.
Encouraged, she dove back, slobbering over my length and using her hand to stroke what wouldn’t fit in her mouth. Her saliva dripped down my shaft and landed on her tits as she sucked, making obscene wet sounds that filled her pink bedroom.
Between licks, she asked, “How does it feel?”
“It feels incredible,” I told her, “You’re a natural.”
She beamed, her eyes lighting up. Gripping me tighter, she slid her lips back down my shaft, her tongue working sensually as she bobbed her head. The wet sounds grew louder as she slobbered over me, saliva dripping down to her small breasts.
“God, Kyla,” I groaned, trying to keep the camera steady. “That feels so good.”
She hummed happily, the vibrations sending shivers through my body. Her free hand cupped my balls, gently massaging them as she continued her eager blowjob. Unlike Mom’s maturity, there’s something intoxicating about Kyla’s youthful enthusiasm.
I felt the familiar tightening in my groin after a few minutes of her relentless blowjob. “Kyla, I’m getting close.”
She pulled back, her lips red and swollen. “Already?” There was a hint of disappointment in her voice.
“You’re too good at this,” I told her truthfully.
Her smile returned as she positioned herself, aiming my cock at her face while her hand ran up and down my slick shaft. “Give it to me, Tyler. I want it all over my face.”
The sight of my sister kneeling before me, hand pumping furiously as she waited for my load, triggered my climax. I thrust my hips forward, and I grunted as the first spurt launched across her cheek and splashed all over her face. To my surprise, despite having come earlier with Mom, this load seemed even bigger. Rope after rope of thick white cum landed on her forehead, cheeks, and lips, until her face was completely covered with semen.
“Holy shit,” she giggled, blinking through the mess. “There’s so much … I feel like I’m frosted like a cupcake!”
I couldn’t help but laugh as she playfully stuck out her tongue to catch some that was dripping down. The camera captured her licking her lips, gathering what she couldn’t reach with her tongue.
“Here,” I said, setting the camera down carefully on her nightstand, still recording. I grabbed a towel from her bathroom and gently began wiping her face. “Let me help you with that.”
“Thanks,” she said, eyes closed as I cleaned her up. “That was way more than I expected.”
When I’d gotten most of it off, she suddenly threw her arms around me, pressing her naked body against mine. “Thank you for helping me out, Tyler. You’re the best brother ever.”
I returned the hug awkwardly, very aware of her bare breasts against my chest. “No problem.”
She pulled back, still smiling. “Seriously, this is going to do wonders for my page. I’ve been struggling to get more subscribers, but this will definitely help.”
I nodded. “Again, you’re welcome.”
We said goodnight to each other, and I returned to my bedroom. I quickly fell asleep with the memory of coming on my mom’s and my sister’s faces.
Afterword.
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