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“Hey, Cam… Have you seen my running shorts? The tiny black ones.” A familiar voice broke the silence as it came through the doorway. Cam jumped in surprise before being surprised immediately a second time. Sam, his sister, stood in the doorway in nothing but a shirt. A simple question and yet his mind went blank immediately.
“Sam, what the FUCK!?” Cam felt his face grow hot in embarrassment after seeing her pussy completely exposed. “You’re half naked!” The femboyish cat averted his gaze nervously back to his computer screen.
“So?” Sam replied, a smirk on her face as she sauntered over towards Cam’s side. His eyes grew wide as Sam leaned forward, bringing more attention to her modest breasts that were mere inches from Cam’s face. “Big deal,” she continued, ”we used to swim nude together all the time back in the day.”
“Well, Y-yeah… But, umm…” Cam was at a complete loss for words. His whole body felt hot and his eyes darted back and forth rapidly. Her tits, her pussy, that slender body, his own sister and yet he can’t look away. Her smug confidence left him feeling sheepish as she continued to invade his space.
“What’s the big deal?” she asked, cutting off his stammering for an excuse. Sam reached over and ruffled the hair on Cam’s head as she made her way back to the door.
"Oh my god!” Cam’s body tensed up to her touch. “Just get out! Don’t touch me!”
“Okay, bro~” Sam sang out in a sickly sweet tone.
“Go away!” Cam yelled impatiently. His breath grew huffy in frustration.
“Alright, alright! Chill out, I’m leaving!”
“Good!” Cam yelled out, cutting her off from continuing her teasing.
Sam chuckled to herself before stopping in the doorway. “You’re weird, dude.” One last sight of Sam’s exposed ass was all that was left in Cam’s mind as the click of the door closed behind her. He continued to type angrily on his keyboard, trying his best to weather the storm that was the hot and bothered atmosphere of his room.
“Hrmrrmmmm…” he growled quietly to himself. “God fucking damnit…” he said in a huffy sigh, unable to fight his urges. As swiftly as he could he got up from his chair and went immediately for the lock on his door. A quick click followed by a motion to his drawers. His arms felt tingly and numb in anticipation and shame as he slowly pulled the drawer open.
The top of the pile revealed its contents to him, a prize he would never admit to taking yet could not stop himself from obtaining. The constantly worn, hardly ever washed, slim black running shorts his sister was looking for. Cam’s heart rate skyrocketed as he gave into his shame, burying his snout into the inside crotch area of the clothing as he dropped his weight onto his bed.
Like a shot of ecstacy straight to the brain, her scent permeated his lungs as his mind went blank. The only thoughts he could form were ones of a desperate lust for his own sister. Fantasies of Sam flashed throughout his head as he struggled to remove his shorts enough to free his painfully erect cock. Completely lost in his delusions he barely managed to slip his dick and balls through the front hole of his boxers, followed immediately by desperately furious jerking of his now exposed rod.
“Snnnff! Hahh, f-fuck…” he whispered shamefully. “Snf snf, SNNNNF! F-fuck.. They still smell so fresh… Her sweat, her musk… I’m so fucking hard!” Cam’s body tensed up as he continued to smell every last bit of Sam’s scent left behind. He constantly imagined various fantasies from her sucking him off, riding him as she degrades him, riding the edge of orgasm as his legs twitched.
“Fuck… fuck… FUCK!” Cam’s breathing grew erratic as he imagined filling Sam up with all his pent up frustration. “If only… I could… Hnngh!” Cam had reached his limit, shooting off thick ropes across his floor, completely unaware of the mess he was making. “Eugh, Sam… I wanna fuck you so badly…”
Cam fell backwards onto his bed as his hazy mind drifted into a sudden sleep. A lust filled exhaustion swept over his body like an hour long run. His cock softened slowly as it twitched, dribbling out the last of his load left behind, the rest soaking into the carpet on the floor. Cam did not care, he was sufficiently spent.
—-
Hours went by as the morning passed. The afternoon sun shone through the window, bringing its warmth to Cam’s slumbering body. His mind slowly pieced itself back together as he woke from a dreamless nap, dozing and refusing to fully come to. A sharp pain hit his heart as he suddenly registered the sound of his door knob rattling followed by a “click” of the lock coming undone. His body shot up in a panic as his eyes met his sister’s. Sam stood there in the doorway in silence as she surveyed the room. Cam began to hyperventilate.
The first thing to hit Sam was the distinct smell of fresh cum and musky pheromones. Her eyes drifted around the room as she took in all the details of what had taken place while she was gone. Cam slept with his legs off the bed, left sideways with her running shorts completely exposed next to him near his pillow. Distinctive wet strands of fabric were on the carpet below, Cam’s cock still hanging freely out of its usual cloth prison.
Cam sat there completely horrified as his sister’s expression changed. It was all a blur and happened so fast and suddenly now his own body betrayed him as the moment developed. At first Sam was surprised by the smell, but as each piece of information laid out the scene her expression became that of a smug creature. She slyfully slipped her body through the door as she pressed her butt against it to close it with an audible “thud” and a “click.”
“Wow bro…” Sam exclaimed while breaking the silence. “You sure must have been pretty pent up, huh? I mean, look at how much is on the floor.” Cam’s eyes shot immediately to the floor below, his cum reaching out several feet from the foot of his bed. Sam bit her lip as her eyes drifted to his exposed and slowly hardening cock. “You know…” she continued, “if you really needed that much help, you can always rely on big sis~”
Cam’s mouth opened but no sound escaped. His mouth was dry and his mind was panicking. Words evaded him as his own sister dropped her panties onto the floor, exposing her sweaty dripping pussy to him. Just like this morning, but now post run and aroused. “Y-yo-... sh-sh-shor…s…” Cam managed to stammer out.
“I ran in panties,” Sam replied casually. “I just chose a different route so there would be less people. Of course I wouldn’t have to if a certain someone didn’t take my shorts.”
“I uh… S-sor-,” Cam continued to struggle as Sam approached him. Before he could swallow the lump in his throat he was already pushed into his back.
“You’re such a freak, you know that?” Her tone was confident and demeaning. Talking down to him as she straddled his hips, Cam’s cock painfully hard against her ass cheeks. “Such an irredeemable freak~ It’s so pathetic.” A wave of shame and pleasure mixed throughout Cam’s body, listening to his sister talk to him like he’s nothing. Shame soon turned into intense pressure as Sam whipped her body around. “It’s totally pathetic that you’d rather sniff my shorts instead of going straight to the source, you idiot~!”
Cam felt his throat lock up as he was suddenly face to face with Sam’s sweaty taint. Her shorts were merely a fraction of the purity he was experiencing now. His cock twitched with precum as her smell alone was enough to send him over the edge. He fought this losing battle against his feral lust filled instincts completely unable to stop the situation at hand. Just as he struggled to fight himself internally the tides of war shifted against him.
“Come on, you want it don’t you!?” Sam slammed her butt onto Cam’s face as she wiggled her hips to get comfortable. Her eyes went wide as almost immediately as Cam’s cock shot out load after lusty load into the air, his cum making an audible pitter patter onto the floor and bed. “H-holy shit, Cam… you really were pent up, huh?” Cam could only muster up a whimper underneath his sister’s ass, his body twitching to the pleasure of the smell of her sex in its purest form like a drug to him.
“God, Cam…” she continued. “I didn’t think this would be this hot, honestly. You’re so fucking cute and I’m always getting you riled up because it’s just so easy. Sometimes I get jealous thinking that one day you’re gonna get a girlfriend and leave me.” Cam’s mind suddenly came to as his brain registered the sudden confession he was being given. “I don’t know what came over me, honestly. Seeing you with my shorts, the way you were laid out… I was pretty nervous about letting the intrusive thoughts win.”
Sam lifted her ass off of Cam’s face as she turned herself back around to Cam’s face. Cam’s cock stood as a half chub, completely spent yet fighting to continue as Sam’s pussy pressed against Cam’s crotch. Her heat penetrated his pelvis, her wetness dripped down slowly towards his balls. Cam’s throat locked up once again as his sister looked down at him, slightly teary eyed.
“I… love…” Cam managed to force out. Sam’s finger stopped him from continuing.
“I know…” Sam’s arm’s went to each side of Cam’s head as she hovered over him. Her body lowered slowly as their faces came closer to one another. Their breath met one another as their lips were mere inches from each other. Cam’s cock throbbed desperately against his sister’s ass once more, ready to go as the moment continued to grow more intense. “I want… you to kiss me, Cam…”
Time had slowed down considerably. Cam’s mind was racing so incredibly fast that each passing second felt like an hour. Six inches away, her breath was hot and heavy. Five inches, the sweat on her body was mixing with his. Four inches, her lips were pursed and ready. Three inches, her pussy was grinding ever so slightly against his body.
“Cam…” she whispered just before their lips met. “Cam… Cam… CAMERON, YOU FUCK, ARE YOU SLEEPING!?”
Cam snorted as his eyes forced themselves open. His body twitched as orgasm caught him by surprise, sending out shot after sticky shot of cum. The climax reached its conclusion while also being ruined by the situation at hand.
“Cam! It’s the afternoon! I just got back from my run and you weren’t answering!” Sam continued to bang against the locked door. “You’re gonna fuck up your sleep schedule if you don’t get up! I’m gonna grab a shower and if you want we can go meet up with Tammy and get a bite to eat somewhere!”
Cam huffed heavily in the silence of his room as footsteps slowly drifted away from his door. He sat up and took note of the mess he made before, during, and after his nap. His belly was covered, the sheets by his ass were damp, the floor was all but dried at this point. “Fuck me…” he exclaimed in defeat. “Why am I such a freak…”
“Sometimes I get jealous thinking that one day you’re gonna get a girlfriend and leave me.” Dream Sam’s voice echoed in his mind, the moment felt so fresh and so real.
“I don’t think there’ll ever be another girl for me like you, Sam…” Cam fell back onto his bed as he listened to the water in the pipes move towards the shower. Feelings of frustration and shame swept over him as he realized the mess he now had to clean up and the shorts he had to figure out how to either hide or give back to Sam. “Probably give them back,” he thought to himself. “D-definitely give back… maybe…”