Chapter Tags:
Futanari on female, Voyeurism, Incest, Blowjob, Kissing, Missionary Sex, Orgasm.
Femboy Masturbation, Fingering self, Unable to cum.
My head weighed down as I walked beside my 'hook-up'. I felt embarrassed about the whole encounter. Sure, I wasn't forced upon, and it felt good. Obviously, it would. But the way she started it and the way she went about it were quite different. I thought that she was just being playful when she shoved her cock on my face, but…
I looked up at my friend. She seemed lost and happy, her eyes unfocused like an idiot's. In only a few days, she managed to grasp a feminine walking style. And she walked—she walked exotically.
The college entrance was drawing near. I wanted to speak out, but had a feeling that I would only be disappointed. My fingers fidgeted together, and my eyes fell forward.
"Kylie… What was that yesterday?" I asked in a meek tone, almost expecting a laugh in response.
"Huh?" She took a moment to reply, "What do you mean, Macy?" Her tone was casual as usual, I could sense her smiling without looking at her.
My neck almost twitched with anger. I closed my eyes, and exhaled from my slit lips.
"You know what. Just answer the question." I said, refusing to make eye contact with her.
"It was nothing." Her tone was slightly colder. "Just messing around between friends. Nothing more."
I felt my heart drop, and my body got colder. My fear was realised. There was no connection between us, no feelings, just the physical need, and she used me as her outlet.
I kept walking, just a few more metres before the college entrance.
"So, I was no different from your other sex friends." I asked. I tried to sound indifferent, but probably failed. It was my mistake to imagine anything serious with her. I mean, come on. I knew she was probably the second hottest girl I had ever seen. I knew her body was incredibly sexy, like a photoshopped model. Her muscles were so irresistible. And her cock…
'Ahem!'
Because of all this, I, in that moment, imagined dating her. It wouldn't be so bad. We could play video games. Fight over whether to do the homework now or later. Eat together with our families. And also could have taken care of each other's needs. But it was still Kyle…
"No. I obviously have some feelings for you… But you have been my best friend for such a long time. It's different…" Her confidence refused to drop.
"Then why?" I slowly tilted my head to look up, "Why do I feel you only used me?"
She was the same Kyle that I had known for all these years. The goofy idiot who only thought about the present and never planned for the future. The kind of guy who shirked responsibility and was utterly selfish.
Her expressions were not all jolly lolly now. "Let's talk later. I don't think you would want everyone in the college to know."
"Hmpf!" I snickered and looked down.
We walked into the hallway. I was wearing Kylie's spare panties. They were full-back panties from a simple bikini set and kept my privates together. The laundry that I 'borrowed' from Chloe was drenched and was in my backpack. I was obviously not wearing any bra because Kylie's won't fit me, and I didn't want to wear one in the first place.
A low hum of student chatter surrounded us, all of them pretty much minding their own business. Some looked in our direction, well, in her direction. Opening the metal doors of our lockers, we started to grab our things. My focus was slowly shifting back to college and my classes.
I closed my locker and waited for Kylie to finish. My gaze slowly roamed to my side, unfocused. I caught a glimpse of Zoey at a distance before returning back to my locker. Upon realisation, I rocked my head in her direction. I saw her standing, facing the other side of the lockers.
This was my first time seeing her, in person, after the zlip event. She was as beautiful as ever. Her long ginger hair was tied back in a long ponytail. Her big, beautiful eyes almost shining in the light from above. Her face was round and cute. The little freckles around her nose complemented her pale skin.
She had a white tank top with wide straps hanging on her shoulders. Her big breasts pushed out and stretched the top's fabric. It almost felt like she wore a size down. But her tits were just that big. The top stuck to her petite waist. Beneath that, she wore a black skirt, revealing her slender legs with smooth, soft-looking skin.
My attention went back to her face. She was laughing inaudibly. Her perfect white teeth were visible even from this distance, her face looked incredibly alluring as she laughed. My eyes drifted up to the person she was talking to. And my dull face cringed as I saw her face.
'Acey! You bitch! Why are you laughing with her, Zoey?'
I was furious thinking about what Acey might be doing with her, and was also angry with Zoey. To think, such a cute girl would even talk to a brute like Acey. There were not many concrete thoughts in my head, just a turbulence of anger. This didn't fully confirm what Kylie said yesterday, but it seemed plausible that Acey was indeed going after all the beautiful girls.
While I continued to glare at them, Acey's head turned towards me. My eyes met hers, and in that second, her smile flared out before she turned back to Zoey. Her hand reached for Zoey's shoulder and bent down to say something close into her ear. Zoey smiled back and turned in the other direction. They both started to walk away with their back towards me.
My demeanour quickly changed from aggression to concern. I had an intrusive thought to walk up to her and take Zoey away. But obviously, I was powerless. Zoey looked like she was doing it of her own will, and doing anything against Acey publicly would mean a fight with her. And I really didn't want that.
As they walked away, Eilza appeared around the turn. His gaze followed Acey, going to the opposite side. Eliza's face was blank, like he was trying his best not to react. He closed his eyes and faced down. Taking a second to look back up, his eyes stopped at my face. His expression didn't change till his gaze shifted to my back.
A smile grew on his face as he started to walk towards me. He wore a dark blue top with a white skirt. His blue eyes almost gleaming before he put up an act and stopped ogling in my direction.
"All done!" Kylie said from behind. "Let's go, Macy."
'Right. Her.'
Eliza reached us and simply walked past me. He offered his hand to Kylie.
"Hey, Kylie. Remember me?" He said and shook hands with my friend.
"Yeah, of course. Eliza." Kylie's hand dwarfed his " How are you doing?"
"Good. Good." Eliza grinned. "Listen, I am sorry about yesterday, Something came up. And-"
"It's alright. I can understand." I looked up to see Kylie beaming at him. My eyes flickered with anger.
I let out a deep sigh. I looked back at Eliza. His skin was quite smooth and sported a beautiful tan, unlike Acey's darker complexion. His short blonde hair was messy and complemented his cute face. And his eyes were strikingly beautiful.
"So, how did your thing go?" Kylie asked as she turned slightly away from me.
"It wasn't great, actually." Eliza's forehead wrinkled while keeping his smile. "My friend decided to do something else. What about you?"
"Well, I was getting bored, so I called Macy here and played with him a little." Kylie gestured towards me.
Eliza's head turned towards me. Anger was building up behind my face's skin like a flood being held back by a dam. But instead of acting on it, I turned the other way and began to stride. "I will be going to my class."
"Goodbye, Macy." I tilted back at him, waving at me.
'Tch!' There was no point in arguing with these idiots. My life is just fucked.
"So, how was he? I bet I am way better." Eliza said with a chuckle.
I didn't turn back but stopped in my steps, listening to their voices fading away.
"Ha-Ha! I guess you would be. He is im-" And they were gone.
Closing my eyes, I reminisced about the time when it was just the two of us. It was pathetic, as V would say, but at least I had someone. Sort of.
I turned around and walked in the same direction as them. My class was in this way.
'It was so simple back then. Come to college. Goon over some pornstar or another. Discuss what Zoey wore and what Alex did. Go home, do homework and sleep.'
Simple. It was the simplicity I was craving for. Mom hadn't turned into a futa. She is probably so horny after the zlip event. I practically melted in that basement bitch's arms after not having sex for a day. So I could only imagine… Mom probably has a stronger libido than me, too.
I also have to do something about our money situation. V will probably get an internship after this semester and move out. Though initially, she wouldn't be able to send anything back.
The day at college unfolded in its typical way. I attended classes and ate alone. Kylie was probably messing Eliza up.
'Hmpf! Good for him.' I scoffed internally.
Reaching the door to my home, I turned the handle and found it locked.
'Huh? Probably doing something in their rooms.' I took out my key from my bag and entered the house.
Locking the door behind me, I walked inside to find the Living Space and dining table empty. The TV was turned off today. On the positive side, it was not empty like yesterday, while the door was open.
I climbed up the stairs. The hallway was expectedly empty and a bit dark. Chloe's room was closed, but a little crack of light peeked through V's room.
'Should I say Hi?' I took a step forward, 'No! She would probably shout at me and call me a loser for no reason.'
I turned to my room and entered it. The lights were turned off, and I didn't bother to switch them on.
"Thamp!" The bag crashed on my bed, and so did I, with my face to the ceiling.
'Phew!' I exhaled audibly. I had the whole weekend to do homework and whatnot. So I didn't feel like doing that.
Rolling on the bed, I pushed a pillow into my face. My thoughts kept going back and forth about the zlip event. If only this whole mess hadn't started, Zoey would not be with Acey. Kyle wouldn't be ignoring me, well, more than he usually did.
"Angh!" I heard a shout coming from my door. My head immediately propped up to stare at my door.
Probably nothing.
'And mom wouldn't have her dick issues…' I completed my thought. My ears heated up a little, remembering my mom stroking her stick. If you could even call it that. It was more like ramming a thick, meaty… Spear in the air.
Speaking of her, I should apply for that cafe job. I put my palms down on the mattress and pushed myself up. Opening up my computer, I searched for 'Mary's Cafe'. Looking at the time, I guessed that it was still an hour or so before Mom came back.
I found the cafe's website and looked at the job roles.
Only a waiter's position was available. I clicked on the apply button and started to fill in my details.
"Do I have any prior job experience?" - No. I said that out loud. This also cancelled out many of the questions following this.
"What are the times at which I am available for work?" - 16:30 to 19:30 on all weekdays.
"How flexible can I be with my schedule?" - I have good flexibility on weekends and am available for overtime during the week.
"Do I have any experience or knowledge of coffee/tea preparation?" - No, but I am eager to learn and have the ability to grasp the hold of things quickly.
"What are my salary expectations?" It asked for a number per hour.
'Hmm!' I put my cheek on my hand and stared at the screen. I had no idea what to put in.
I imagined having 300 bucks as weekly compensation would at least take care of my needs, and I wouldn't have to ask my mom for money. And when I get an appraisal, I can also start helping her.
I did some quick maths in my head. 'So if I worked 14 hours daily and 4 hours extra per week, an hourly rate of around 16 bucks would get me approximately 300 bucks.'
"Okay." I entered 20 bucks, creating some buffer for negotiation.
"How early can I start working?" - I am available to start immediately. I snickered with a smile.
The rest of the questions talked about hypothetical scenarios. I filled all the fields with the ideal way to handle said scenarios. These probably wouldn't mean shit, I would have to impress the owner in person.
"Am I open to cosplay…? during the shift?" My eyes squinted at the prompt. I obviously knew what cosplaying meant, but… I didn't want to do that. Especially publicly. - Maybe. I typed in.
I didn't want to let this opportunity go, as most cafes would hire girls and that too who had experience. Also, cafes and restaurants might be the only places that would hire someone like me. I was not like my sister, who had the skills to get an internship in a big corporation.
I submitted the application and leaned back in my chair. I started to picture what kind of cosplays they might ask me to do. I'm guessing they'll ask me to wear a wig.
'I guess if it's just a cute pair of cat ears. Then it's alright-"
"Ah Hanh!" I got up and turned to my door. "Hangh!"
'Those were definitely moans.' I slowly walked to the door. It would probably be some girlfriend or boyfriend that V brought over. I opened the door and peeped out into the hallway.
"Ugh Mmm!" I recognised V's voice. The door to her room was still slightly open. I walked on my toes, making practically no sound. My conscience nagged at me, warning me that I was doing something and I shouldn't do it. But I was curious. Like kids are when they suspect their parents are doing something funny. I could hear V's voice inside my head calling me a creep.
I reached her room, and the crack was too narrow to clearly spy inside. So I closed one of my eyes and slowly pressed the other on the opening. My eye adjusted to the bright lights turned on in her room.
V was sitting on the edge of her bed, with her head down. Her hair looked damp and covered the sides of her face and fell onto her chest. It was a bit hard to see through the little gap, so I squeezed onto the wooden door and slowly pulled on it. But feeling a bit of resistance due to the hinges being rusted, I let it go.
The hair travelled to her stomach and covered her bare torso. I could see the valley between her pair of tits and a little bit of her side-boobs. I noticed the ceiling fan was not turned on. V's skin glistened with sweat and was flushed red from the heat. The subtle scent of sweat reached my nose. It had a hint of floral fragrance in it.
"Oh!" She moaned and put her hand on her partner's head, who was going down on her. It was a petite girl. From what I could tell, she had small breasts and long hair to her mid-back. She was sitting on her knees with her legs folded in and feet towards me. Both of them were completely naked and sweating from the lack of cooling.
The girl's head bobbed up and down on V's crotch. I couldn't see her dick, but I knew she was quite big. Surprisingly, the girl was not struggling with V's appendage. There was no gag reflex, no trembling due to taking something thick down your throat. My eye twitched while I thought about all the instances when I struggled with someone's dick. Well… What am I even thinking?
The girl pulled back for a second. "You are goo begh!" Her hands reached up from the floor to Veronica's crotch.
'Huh?' I heard her voice as juices leaked from her mouth onto V's thighs. Her head faced down, and she started to bend her neck up and down. A series of wet, sucking sounds came from her mouth.
"*Slurp* *Thlick* *Slurp*" Her hand moved along a little length and jerked off V's meat. She was pleasuring my sister fast and in desperation.
I slowly crouched down, trying to look at her face from below. Also, it would hide my face from my big sister. But as soon as my knees hit the floor, the girl lifted her face up.
"Hagh! Hooo!" She inhaled loudly, trying to catch her breath.
"You are doing such a good job… Keep going." V said and put her hand on the girl's forehead.
She again went to work while holding onto V's thighs. Her neck rocked up and down on V's mast, which I could barely see from this angle.
"Gagh! Gug! Gagh!" The girl gagged audibly but still kept going. V's hand stayed on her forehead while her face turned up.
In just a few shoves, the girl managed to deepthroat V.
'That fuck? How much practice has she had?' I was intrigued. Her hands clutched the outer parts of V's thighs.
"Phlah! Ha!" More drool seeped from her lips onto V's crotch while she struggled for air. Finally, after a few seconds, she propped herself up and took in air.
"Get on the bed, Chloe." V said, "I can't wait."
"WHAT?" My eye squinted watching both of them get up. They turned to their side, moving closer to the bed. V was significantly taller, so she bent down a little to kiss the girl. That girl was CHLOE, our sister.
My eyes almost rolled out of their sockets.
"Phewch! Phewch!" They both sucked on each other's lips for a couple of moments before separating. They both paused to look at each other and giggled up a bit.
'What the fuck is happening? V is having sex with Chloe?' V put her hands on Chloe's shoulder and rotated both of them towards the bed. Chloe sat at the edge of the bed and used her hands to scoot backwards. V then followed, climbing onto the mattress and gently nudging Chloe onto her back.
"Hmm!" Both of them laughed a bit. V spread Chloe's legs with her hands. She didn't put much force into it, nor did she need to. V planted her knees below Chloe's crotch. She put her hand beside her sister and aligned her spear using the other one. Chloe, on the other hand, was reaching for V's breasts and started to fondle them.
'I don't understand. Why does either of them have to do this?' V dropped herself onto Chloe and penetrated her sister. 'Both of them can probably get laid without resorting to this?'
"Ah, Angh!" Chloe moaned from under her sister.
I slowly pushed my legs to stand up. They should not have been doing this. And more importantly, 'I should be spying on them.' As soon as I stood up, V started to move and thrust her hips with a steady rhythm. Chloe's arms and legs wrapped around her sister's body.
"*Thlap*… *Thlap*… *Thlap*…" V's toned Thighs slapped onto Chloe's. Chloe kept the leg lock a bit lose giving enough room for V to buck back and forth into her pussy. From my angle, Chloe's face was visible to me. Her facial muscles were completely relaxed. Her eyes were unfocused and content. Her mouth was open with her tongue hanging out. Her beautiful face reeked of being pleasured.
"Hng! Mhm! Umm!" Her soft moans slipped through the crack into my ears. She grabbed the wrist of one of her hands with the other. Meanwhile, V had slowly started to increase her pounding pace. All of this, combined with their sexy moans, was getting me hard too.
I pulled the fly of my jeans and pushed my semi-hard erection down with my leg. My eyes were glued to the taboo act going on in front of me. In the tide of guilt, there was the ecstasy of doing something that was not allowed. It made the whole thing, in some sense, exciting. For them, and for me. I involuntarily twitched my dicklet in my pants. My budhole was winking and oozing drops of my bussy juice in my panties.
Chloe's grip on V's back tightened. Her body was dragged along the bed with V's ramming. They were starting to make too much noise.
"Shh! Mason might be here; he will hear us," V said while slowing down for a few pumps.
"Yeah, He will get jealous." Chloe giggled between her moans.
" *Thamp* *Thamp*" My hand started to rub on my little tent. The side of my thumb was scraping along my thumb stick. My buttocks were tightening watching V ravish our younger sister.
"Angh! Hmphf!" A few strong shoves made Chloe scream out, but V immediately shut her up by lip-locking her. Her pounding stopped for that moment.
Chloe's Legs raised from V's back and started to shake violently in the air. V's head was concealing her orgasm face from me.
" *Smooch* " V pulled back a little after Chloe stopped squirming.
"You are amazing, Sis. Hah!" Chloe moaned hoarsely. V embraced her in response, and started to slowly move her dick in and out of her.
The lewd clapping stopped and was replaced by sensual and slow lovemaking. My body was so heated up to this taboo mating. I resisted the urge to undo my jeans.
Chloe's face was in a trance state. Her legs had fallen on the bed and were lying lifeless. Her teeth bit into her lower lip. While her eyes were barely open. Her cheeks were pulled up in the form of a troubled, weary smile.
Having seen enough, I slowly pushed off the wall and walked towards my room. I walked into my open room and slowly pulled the door behind me. My thoughts were a mess after what I had just witnessed.
'What the actual fuck?' My hands pulled my hair up while I stared at the floor.
The obvious question was Why. 'Why the hell are they doing this? They must know this is wrong.' My eyebrows pushed up to my forehead. Maybe they are just enjoying the feeling of doing something illicit. But that too, inside our house. 'Like they don't ever care? All they care about is the rush of adrenaline and physical pleasure.' Obviously, V would be careful not to get our sister pregnant…
'Should I tell Mom about it?' I sat down on my bed. My wiener got squeezed in my jeans, so I adjusted it. 'Stupid dick! Ha!' If I tell her, she would obviously freak out. Knowing her, she would give an earful to both of them. V would just ignore her and say, 'Yeah. Yeah. Sorry, I mimicked her with my lips. Chloe would probably get all emotional and act guilty. She would just say, 'Sorry, Mom. It was a mistake' I mouthed the words. 'We will never do it again.' She will not throw V under the bus, which would have been different if it were me.
'This is not helping.' The bigger problem is that they would probably not stop, even after Mom gets involved. V would probably get angry and defensive about herself, and Chloe just wants to do whatever she wants so…
Plus, they might suspect me of snitching and start picking on me.
'What the fuck did you just do, V?' I laid on my back.
Again, I was powerless. Well… I was used to that when it came to my sisters. I rolled around in my bed and pushed the pillow on the back of my head.
"Hagh!" I shouted into my bed. I let it go. 'Will figure it out later.'
Lying in my bed, I closed my eyes. This accursed zlip event. It was screwing everything up. Mom. My sisters. Kylie. College. I lay there trying to calm myself down and thinking of what to do next.
I probably won't be getting any replies from the cafe soon. I guess I can play some games or do my homework. But Oliver is probably not going to be online. He would have pinged me if he had time.
I got off the bed and sat down on my chair. Taking out my notebooks, I loaded the textbooks on my computer. Moans were no longer coming from the hallway, which was somewhat comforting. Though there was no way to tell if they were finished or if they were just keeping it quiet. With a few scratches on my head, I started with the homework. Starting with the most difficult subject - Physics.
'Let's do this.'
==A Few inches later.==
'Argh!' I cradled my head in my arms with my elbows digging into the table. 'What is wrong with me? I can't think of anything else but sex.' My eyelids crammed together in frustration at not being able to focus. I couldn't get the scene of my sisters having sex out of my head.
It was messed up, but it had gotten me hard and quite wet. My panties were still wet from that. It had not even been 24 hours since I last had sex, and just the sight of someone having steaming hot… sex, had me so heated up.
The way Chloe was moaning… The way V praised her blowjob skills. The unholy ass clapping sounds… My dick had gotten semi-hard just by remembering what little parts of sex I was able to see through the little crack. 'Screw everything.' I decided to just jerk it off and then get back to my homework.
I started to undo my jeans while walking to the bed. Almost stumbling over the jeans around my knees, I pulled myself onto the bed with my hands. I lay on my back, and my legs pushed the jeans off in a cycling motion.
The tent on my wet panties was small, but it was barely comfortable. My hands slowly pulled down my underwear by its waistband. My dicklet slapped back onto my belly. The slit on my phallus was dripping with pre-cum. My nose picked up the subtle aroma of sperm. I spread my legs apart and put my feet on the edge of the bed. I felt a comforting release as I started to fap my horniness away.
My hand squeezed my meatstick. 'Oooh!' A spark of pleasure made my hips buck up a little. The palm of my hands felt soft on my barely hard dick. I started to slowly stroke my guy. My thumb rubbed and pressed onto my tip, which sent an expected tingle through my spine. I was craving a wave of satisfaction all over my body.
Pre-cum started to ooze out more from my little appendage. It made the whole jerk session wetter.
"*Thlick* *Thlick*" The stroking sounds were not as loud as a Futanari's, 'cause I didn't have that kind of length and volume. My asshole on the other hand, was leaking like a real biological pussy. I felt empty, my insides ached to be stuffed. The hollowness was making me more desperate. Whereas my dick refused to reach full length.
My hand was picking up the pace while holding my stick with two of my fingers. The pleasure that I felt from the rubbing my dick just didn't feel enough.
"Hagh! Ha!" I started to pant, and my hand was getting fatigued.
'The shit?' My face tensed up with irritation. My ears were firing up with my hot, red blood.
I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. To all the futanaris. Kylie, Hana, the blackmailer. I started to imagine getting fucked by their big hot rods. How they held me in their arms. Their disregard for me. Their strength. Their muscles. All of the things that aroused my femboy brain. As I got more desperate I even started to imagine my mom's cock and V's cock.
"*click* *click* *silence* Hagh! Ha!" But it didn't help, and I couldn't get hard. My lungs filled with air while my arm rested by my side.
'I can't cum, if I can't get hard. And If I can't cum…' My eyes started to look around my room, in a state of panic.
'What should I do?' My face changed from frustration to almost crying. 'Maybe I should try to suck on it?'
I pulled my lower back up and close to my face. The disappointment of my penis came into view. I was flexible enough that I could suck on it. But I realised that it would barely feel any good if I were not hard. Falling back on my last resort, I put my bricked-up hand on my chest and placed the other on my entrance.
I ran my finger along the wrinkled opening. It kept squeezing and then relaxing, expecting something good. Getting impatient, I pushed my finger inside.
"Ehmm!" My insides clamped down on the little intrusion. My walls felt the penetration, but I didn't feel any good from it. The free hand on my chest cupped all the flesh it could manage and gave it a little squeeze. A pulse of pleasure arrived from the first squeeze, but it also dried out quickly.
I pushed another finger inside and started to piston the two in and out. Little jolts hit my brain. My legs felt a bit wobbly hanging in the air. The nerves in my toes pulsated with pleasure, but it just… wasn't enough. Instead, it was making me more frustrated. And failing to calm myself down was making me anxious at this point. 'What's this? Did those two break my body yesterday?' I started to panic.
Eventually, both of my dainty hands were out of energy, and I just stayed on my bed huffing for air. Completely out of breath, I heard a "*ping!*" sound from my front. My neck struggled to prop up. I pushed myself off the bed and I crawled to my jeans, lying on the floor. Taking out my phone, I looked at the notification. "Wanna watch a movie together? - Christy."