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Chris cums into his own	By : thebogeyman Category: +1 through F > Family Guy Views: 61650 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chris cums into his own.
Chapter 2

Chris settled into the couch and snapped the paper open to page two. With Peter dead Lois was going to cancel it, but for some reason he found it soothing to kick back after work and scan the headlines. A note reminded him that she was taking Brian and Stewie to her parent's mansion which was a shame. He could be upstairs knocking out a quick one before Meg got home instead of sitting here turning his fingers black. Not that missing one quickie was going to hurt him. Lois was insatiable and they had been fucking like rabbits for the entire week.
He realized that he was ignoring his paper. Instead he was doing what he did nearly every time that he let his mind wander; thinking about his sexy mom. She was simply incredible. She fell into the roll of sex instructor as if she were born to it, and after the first week she had given him a gold star and declared that he knew more about sex than a man twice his age. He certainly knew more ways to please a woman then he could have imagined.
He was still proud that he had come up with the idea of appealing to her teaching instinct. Years of living with Peter had made her great when it came to deluding herself. She wanted to fuck and just needed an excuse to ignore the whole incest thing. But he foresaw a problem with this strategy. Eventually she was going to decide that he knew everything that she had to teach and want to stop. Now that he knew how powerful her libido was, he knew that she'd be back for more, but now their relationship might be forever tainted with her guilt. He had no intention of letting that happen. He meant to keep her well fucked and happy into the foreseeable future so he put another plan in motion.
After that first day, whenever they were in the house, he called her anything but mom. He called her sweetheart, Lois, honey, bitch, slut, fuck whore, but never mom. She had explained that in the heat of passion, many women wanted to feel like sluts. The rules of this game were still a bit confusing, but he felt that he was starting to get the hang of it. The other night he'd been taking her from behind again and he grabbed her hair, wrenching her head back and said, "You love my big dick, don't you slut? Tell me you love it you fucking whore." She tried to answer, but came so hard that the contractions in her cunt took him along, literally pulling the cum out of his nuts. She had been insanely happy after that, and they had kissed and cuddled for a long time before drifting off to sleep.
The beautiful thing was that she seemed to take her cues from him. She almost never referred to herself as 'your mom' or 'mommy', and more and more she seemed to be deferring to him when it was time to make decisions. As long as they discussed it, and he honestly listened to her opinion, she seemed perfectly happy to go with whatever his decision was. He shook his head in disgust. He hated thinking poorly of his father, but the man was so goddamn stupid that he was never able to grasp this simple concept.
Of coarse the biggest sign that she was starting to think of him as her man instead of her son was last night. Last night, rather then fucking, they made love for the first time. If he had to explain the difference, all he could say was that it was slower and softer then anything they had done before, and after she came, she whispered so sweetly into his ear that goose bumps, having nothing to do with his orgasm, popped up all over his body.
Now that the Lois project was going so well, it was time to start on Meg. In one word, Meg was a mess. It wasn't her fault. She'd been beaten down for so long that her self-esteem must be in negative numbers, and it was going to take a concerted effort by both he and Lois if they were going to help her before it was too late. He probably should have started months ago, but dealing with his own problems had taken precedence. The difficulty was he wasn't sure how to start, but that problem might take care of itself. Based on the looks she had been giving him, he was pretty sure that she knew about he and Lois. Lois hadn't noticed yet, but she didn't really pay much attention Meg. No, Meg was building up her courage for a confrontation, and if he was right, it would be very soon.
He was up to page six when the front door opened, announcing Meg's presence. She stomped over to stand before him, hands on hips, but Chris chose to ignore her for the moment. When it was clear that he wasn't going to look up, Meg took a deep breath and charged ahead. "Chris, I know what you've been doing."
Chris calmly folded the paper in his lap and stared up at her. His confidence battered her resolve, and she was forced to look away. Having established this small measure of dominance, Chris patted the cushion next to him and answered, "Take a seat Meg and tell me what I've been doing."
"Where had this come from?" Meg thought. In the past the slightest accusation would have Chris stammering and confessing to every crime that he had committed in the last year. This Chris just stared up at her, a look of curiosity in his eyes and a small smile on his lips. But Meg was not to be deterred. Taking a firm grip on her righteous indignation she soldiered on. "You and mom are fucking. You've done it almost every night this week."
"No, we have done it every night this week. Well, except Saturday night. The first time we screwed was Saturday morning, and I fucked her so hard that she was too sore to do it that night. So she just sucked my cock and we went to sleep."
"Chris, stop it, I don't want to hear this." How had this gone so wrong? This conversation was nothing like the one she had been rehearsing for days.
"Well you're the one who brought it up." It was all he could do to keep the smile off his face. Her face was flushed, drops of perspiration were popping up on her upper lip, and even through one of the baggy shirts that she preferred, he could see her nipples declaring her arousal. He thought to himself, "Someone has their mother's sex drive, even though they haven't been able to express it. I'm going to turn you in to an intelligent, beautiful, sex machine just like her."
Meg was losing this argument and she had no idea why. She'd been prepared, all the facts were on her side, but somehow Chris acted like nothing mattered. But she wasn't ready to quit yet. Finally taking the seat beside him, Meg took one of his hands in both of hers, looking imploringly into his eyes. "Chris, incest is a sin and against the law."
Chris used his thumb to trace feather light circles on the back of her right hand. His mom had taught him that every gesture, no matter how small, added up when seducing a woman. She might not even be aware of it on a conscious level, but little things mattered. He wondered if Lois ever considered that he might be using his newfound knowledge on Meg.
"Meg, I've already had this conversation with Lois, but I don't mind having it with you as well. First off, Big Brother has no business sticking his nose in my bedroom. We're both old enough to make our own choices. No one's being forced or coerced. We're just satisfying each other's needs so who's getting hurt?"
"I am," Meg thought, but she didn't want to explain that to him. Out loud she said, "But what about the bible? There's a reason that it condemns incest."
"Pfffftt, the bible. They needed it back then to limit birth defects, but now, two thousand years later, we have birth control. Ta Da! No three headed babies. No, do you know the real reason they outlawed incest?" He waited for her answer, but when she shook her head he went on.
"Imagine what it was like to be a woman in the Middle East two thousand years ago. It's not hard to do because it's pretty much what it's like to be a woman in the Middle East today. "You're nothing, chattel. Your opinion doesn't matter and the only thing you're good for, the only reason you even exist is to make and raise babies. They had to forbid incest to keep fathers and sons from raping their mothers and daughters. That way you could go out and rape the neighbor instead. To the men you're barely human. What does it matter if you use that warm wet hole to get your rocks off? You can always go back later and stone her to death for being an adulterer. That's one seriously messed up region of the earth and it's where most of the major religions came from."
"Chris, who are you?"
He knew what she meant. All his life he'd been a fat dummy. Stumbling through life and taking each day as it came. That didn't prepare her to have an intellectual discussion with him. He wasn't going to tell her everything that led to this change, but he could tell her enough to give her a plausible explanation.
"When I saw dad in that oversized coffin I realized that that was me in thirty years. I'm not stupid. I'm not as smart as you, but I wasn't stupid, just lazy. Why try in school? Why get in shape? I was my father's son and I was going to be just like him. But you know what? Dad loved his life, but he hurt everyone around him, and in the end he killed himself by being a fat, lazy ignoramus. That's not going to happen to me. Here, check this out." Taking her left wrist, he pushed her hand beneath the shirt to feel his six-pack. She resisted briefly, but when he felt her fingers dig in, exploring on their own, he released her wrist and pulled the shirt up to his chin. "See, I've still got the love handles but they'll be gone soon. Now I don't have to be ashamed to take my shirt off at the pool."
Meg's hand followed the hem of his shirt to glide across his pecs. She had never touched a man before and this was amazing. From the slabs of muscle on his chest to the ripples on his belly and then back again, his body was fascinating and she couldn't help but explore it.
Chris grinned as her hand traveled across his torso. She had obviously forgotten who she was feeling up, and he was beginning to detect his new favorite aroma, that of aroused female. Her palm grazed his nipple and he let go of his shirt. It hit her arm with a snap and she jerked her hand away as if it had been burned, staring at him with wide eyes. The last thing that he wanted was to make her think that he was angry, so he took her hand, and since she had voiced no objections over the soft caressing of her right hand, he gave it's twin the same treatment. "So, enough about me. Who do you want to be Meg?"
Getting caught feeling her brother, and the sudden change of subject had her brain turning summersaults. In an attempt to buy time she replied, "Huh? What do you mean?"
"I mean just what I said. Who do you want to be? I showed you that it's possible to change. You're twice as smart as I am so you can be anyone you like, so who is that?"
"What's wrong with me?" she asked, trying to pull her hands away. "I just want to be Meg."
"Oh, so you're happy being chubby little Meg the doormat? No friends, no boyfriend and the whipping girl for anyone that feels like venting on you. You're halfway to becoming one of those lonely old cat ladies that just sits around waiting to die."
"Chris, that's hurtful," Meg said as her eyes filled with tears. "Why would you say that to me, I thought you were my friend?"
"That's exactly why I'm saying it. Meg, you're my sister and I love you. I don't want you to end up like that. In a few months you'll be going to collage. It won't be a continuation of high school. No one will know you there. You can walk in with a big friendly smile on your face, looking hot, and be the popular girl if that's what you want. You think that constant abuse and loneliness is your lot in life but I'm telling you that's bullshit. You can be happy, loved and successful."
Meg's lip quivered while tears streamed down her down her face. She held his gaze for a long moment, and then launched herself at him. For just a second Chris thought it was an attack and he braced himself to defend. But she wrapped her arms around his chest, buried her face in his neck, crying like a baby.
Hugging her against his chest, Chris did all the typical male soothing gestures. Rocking her gently while whispering, "sssshhh, it will be alright, blah blah blah." Why did there always have to be tears? First the tears, then discussion, followed by understanding and acceptance, and finally the fun part if he was lucky.
He let her cry herself out and then handed her a tissue from the table. She mopped at her eyes, blew her nose, and gave him a small, weak smile of gratitude before snuggling up to his side. Chris draped his arm over her shoulders, running his fingertips up and down her arm. "Feeling better now?" he asked.
"Uh huh," she said, nodding against his chest. "But I don't know how to change. This is who I've always been."
"I changed and I did it all by myself. You'll have me to help. It'll be a piece of cake."
"You would help me?" she asked with hope in her eyes.
"Of coarse. I'm going to get you so hot looking that all those guys at Harvard will be throwing themselves at your feet, just begging for a piece of that ass."
She laughed and hit his chest. "You're so gross."
He gave her a squeeze and said, "I set up a gym in the basement, and first thing tomorrow you and I are going to get to work, but there are things we can do right now."
"Like what?"
"Do you trust me, Meg?" She nodded, looking at him as if he was her last hope. Chris reached over and quickly snatched her hat, making a big production of dropping it in the wastebasket.
"MY HAT!" cried Meg. "Chris, give me that back."
With one hand on her shoulder, Chris kept her on the couch until she looked back at his eyes. "Meg, you said that you trusted me. If you're going to change then you have to lose the hat. It's mid June for god's sake. Who the hell wears a wool cap three-hundred-sixty-five days a year? There you go," he said, fluffing her hair and reaching back to massage the base of her skull.
"Ooohh, that feels so good. But Chris, that's my trademark. I'll feel naked without my hat."
"Wrong, that's Doormat Meg's hat. Hot Meg doesn't wear a hat. She's proud of her beautiful brunette hair, which she's going to grow out by the way. I know that you have more of those stupid hats. Tonight I want you to either throw them away, or toss them in a bag so we can give them to the Goodwill."
His fingertips flowed over her skull, tracing the curves of her ears and then grazing along her cheeks and lips. "Isn't that nice? Without that ugly hat your man can run his fingers through you soft hair."
Meg leaned forward, chasing the fingers that made her lips tingle so wonderfully. When she opened her eyes her sexy brother was looking at her face with a smile on his. A hot guy was looking at her as if she were pretty. "Whoa, wait a second," she thought. "When did I start thinking of Chris as hot and sexy." But she couldn't deny that he was a good-looking guy. He only had one chin. His jaw was strong and pronounced, and he had cheekbones for god's sake. And he was smiling at her! But then the doubt set in, and she dropped her eyes, looking at her lap. He was fucking mom, and she'd never be able to compete with that.
"What's wrong, Meg?" he asked, lifting her chin.
Forcing a smile, she answered, "I was just thinking about how much work this was going to be and wondering if it's worth the bother."
"That's Doormat Meg talking. You need to recognize when she slips into your thoughts and push her out. Trust me, it's going to be worth it, and I don't think it will take that much work. Here, stand up and let me see what we have to work with."
Meg didn't even consider disobeying him, and when he grabbed her hip, she shuffled over to stand between his legs. She watched him lean forward to feel her calves and thighs. The top of his head was pressed against her belly and she nearly panicked and ran. "His nose is inches from my vagina, I wonder if he can smell how wet I am?"
Chris could definitely smell her and it had him rock hard. He desperately needed a major adjustment, but since he didn't want to draw her attention to it he suffered in silence. Not wanting to linger, he moved his hands over her hips, giving each cheek a firm squeeze, and then over her waist to rest on her rib cage. "Meg, I can't feel your ribs. Raise you arms for me please."
Chris stood and pulled her shirt off before she could react. "Chris, what are you doing?"
"Relax Meg, I've seen you in a bathing suit before." Meg tried to cover her chest and adjust her glasses at the same time, giving him a chance to make a quick grab and tug. "Ah, much better," he thought, once again taking his seat. "We're going to be working and sweating together so you might as well get used to being half-naked around me." Meg used both hands to try and stop him but Chris brushed them aside to calmly remove her pants. "Step please."
"Oh god, I'm so embarrassed," Meg thought, shaking her foot to free it from her pant leg. "My panties are soaked, my nipples must look like antennas, and I have no idea what he's going to do next." The way he handled her as if she were his property had her terrified and aroused. Thank god she shaved her legs this morning. Sometimes she got pretty wooly down there before it finally bothered her. She watched intently as he examined her legs again, not noticing or ignoring the fact that her panties were soaked.
"Oh man, is she turned on," Chris thought as he squeezed and rubbed, supposedly testing her muscle tone. He turned her and ran his fingers up her spine and then back over her shoulder. "This isn't bad, Meg." He said as his hands traveled over her little belly and onto her ribs. "Those crap clothes you wear make you look twenty pounds heavier than you are. My guess is that before the month is out we'll be able to...."
It felt so good to have a man's hands on her body. And he wasn't trying to run away. She wasn't really listening to what he had to say, but when those wonderful hands came to a halt and silence filled the room, she opened her eyes. Chris was staring at her chest with his jaw hanging and a look of horrified fascination on his face.
"Meg, what's wrong with your tits?" Her breasts were crushed against her chest and flesh bulged out all around the tiny patches of fabric.
"Mom hasn't bought me a new bra in a couple of years and I've grown quite a bit so it doesn't really fit."
She was so accustomed to neglect that this seemed normal to her. Chris shook his head and said, "Well after our workout tomorrow Lois is going to take you bra shopping, that's just ridiculous and it looks painful. Do you want to take it off?"
There was nothing on earth that she wanted more right now then to feel his hands on her breasts, but something held her back. "No, it's not that bad and I'm used to it by now."
"Not so fast, Chris," he chided himself. "She needs a bit more confidence. "I was saying before that you're not in that bad of shape. By the end of the month you'll be ready for a bikini and you can go out and find a practice guy. You don't want to show up at collage without any experience."
Meg sighed. "I appreciate what you're trying to do, Chris, but what's the point? Fat and ugly or skinny and ugly, what's the difference? Nobody is gonna want to screw me."
"I would, and I said cubby not fat. I was fat, you're just a little plump."
"You would screw me?" she asked, hope fighting with despair.
"Well, you know that I don't have a problem with incest, and I think you're really sexy."
"Great, so my first time will be a pity fuck from my little brother. Well, I guess it's better than nothing. Where do you want to do it?"
Chris chuckled and grabbed two handfuls of ass, pulling her forward. "Come here cutie, I've got something to show you." Meg had no choice but to knee walk up on the couch, straddling his hips. "Now sit down." As their hips came together, Meg's eyes went wide and he grinned up at her. "You feel that? That thing doesn't get hard out of pity. It's hard because a sexy, half-naked girl that I love is sitting on my lap."
"Oh my god, is that your penis?"
"No, it's my cock, my love wand, my pussy pleaser, my one eyed sperm spitting king cobra, my...."
"Okay, okay," Meg, said between giggles. "But it feels enormous. You must have the biggest dick in the world."
"I've seen quite a few porn guys with bigger cocks, but I'm definitely above average and you're going to love it."
"No way! No way are you sticking that thing in me. I want to get laid, but I was hoping to survive the experience."
His hands had been exploring her body the whole time. Chris wasn't sure if she was even aware of it, but her hips were rocking and he could feel her abundant moisture soaking through his pants and underwear. "Meg, I know that you're probably getting tired of hearing this, but you have to trust me. I'm not going to just spit on it and ram it in. I've got a plan, and I'll bet you ten dollars that by the time I'm ready to make love to you you're going to beg for it and you'll feel nothing but pleasure."
"God you're arrogant."
"It's confidence, not arrogance. And I noticed that you didn't take my bet."
"Oh you're on jerk. It'll be a cold day in hell before I beg you for anything."
Chris smiled. It was good to see her having fun. "We'll see, but I need to beg you for something. Please take that bra off. It hurts my eyes to look at it."
"You just want to see my boobies," she said with a sexy smile.
"I can't deny that, but it looks so painful."
"Okay, but you've got to show me your dick. I've never seen one in person."
"If I show you mine you'll show me yours huh? That seems fair, and to tell you the truth, my pants are feeling as tight as your bra. Get your sexy butt off me.
Chris reached around and deftly unhooked her bra. Lois had him practice over and over, explaining that few things were a bigger mood killer then having a guy struggle with a bra like it was a freaking Rubik's cube. Meg lowered her arms, gave a little shimmy, and let her bra fall to the floor. Wincing, she reached up to squeeze her breasts. "Owww, They always hurt a little when the blood flow starts up again."
Chris was stunned. Her breasts were beautiful. Perfectly formed, and at least as big as her mother's C-cups. "Meg, why have you been hiding these?" He gently pushed her hands aside and took over the duty of massaging her tender boobs. "All you have to do is shake these beauties is some guys face and he'll be putty in your hands."
Meg closed her eyes, glorying in the feel of Chris' rough hands on her tits. "Well I can't shake them at all in that bra, and I've never been comfortable going braless."
"I was speaking metaphorically. You don't actually shake them in his face. Just show a little cleavage, wear a tight white t-shirt. Oh man, is there anything better than a tight shirt over braless titties? If you're uncomfortable going braless then it's something we need to work on. From now on no bras inside the house."
"Whatever you say boss." Meg said, opening her eyes. Chris was gently rubbing the angry, pink circles caused by her constrictive bra, and though it still felt good, the novelty of having her breasts fondled was beginning to wear off. "You've seen my boobs, now show me your thing."
Chris liked her assertiveness but wasn't going to make it that easy for her. "My thing? What thing would that be?"
"You know, your thing," she said, pointing vaguely toward his waist.
"Meg, sex is sweaty and dirty and wonderful. You have to tell me what you want, and use the right language. You don't say, 'put you penis in my vagina and have intercourse with me.'" "You say, 'Oh Chris you beautiful man you. Shove your one eyed sperm spitting cobra in my cunt and fuck my brains out.'"
"When Meg stopped laughing she said, "Okay, but can I just call it you cock? Those other names are just silly."
"Well, the cobra is my favorite, but Cock is acceptable."
Meg stared into his eyes, but as the silence stretched, and he made no move to remove his pants, she finally asked, "Well?"
"Well what?" he said, feigning ignorance.
"Can I please see you cock, jerk."
"Oh, why didn't you say so? Your arms aren't broken and you know how to work a zipper. Knock yourself out."
With a shit-eating grin Meg dropped to her knees and attacked his pants. While she struggled with the top button, Chris pulled his shirt over his head, not wanting to look like Daffy Duck with a shirt and no pants. He stepped out of his pants and watched her. He had recently switched from briefs to boxer briefs with a much higher waistband to avoid having the elastic bite into his cock every time he got hard, otherwise she'd be looking at the top two inches right now. After he stepped out of his pants, she looked up to him with a silent question in her eyes. He gave her a smile and a single nod and watched her gather her courage and grab his waistband.
Slowly she lowered his shorts, taking care not to hook the waistband over his tip. Her soft, brown eyes got wide and then wider still as each inch was revealed. With her hands on his knees, Meg stared at the most amazing thing she'd ever seen. His balls, each the size of a ripe plum, hung heavy beneath the shaft. And what a shaft it was. The thing was as thick as her wrist and bounced slightly with his heartbeat. She knew that it would hurt, but right now all she wanted was to feel the glorious pain as Chris shoved that beast between her legs.
Meg was no stranger to pain, as the scars on her forearms would attest. Every time the pressure got too great, every time the world shit on her once too often, Meg would cut herself. She'd grab a razor, or a steak knife and drag it across her forearm, letting the pain flow out of her in bright, red rivulets. "Wait," she thought, "that's Doormat Meg talking. That was all her doing. Why would she hurt herself to punish others? Get out of my head Doormat! I've got a hard cock inches from my face and it's awesome!" She smiled up and him and said, "Chris, it's beautiful."
Chris watched the emotions flow across her face. He didn't know what it meant, but he did know that Meg had a lot of pain and self-doubt that one afternoon of playing with his weenie wasn't going to fix. Out loud he said, "I never thought so, but then again I've never seen it from that angle."
"Can I touch it?"
"First, I'd like you to pull my shorts all the way down. I feel kinda silly with them around my knees."
"Oh, sorry."
"Next, don't apologize. If you grab my dick and try to bend it in half, well then you'd have something to apologize for. Becoming hypnotized by the cobra is no reason to be sorry; that's what they do. That's why those little guys in the turbans playing flutes sway back and forth when the snake comes up out of the basket in cartoons."
"Stop it Chris, you're making me laugh."
"Okay, I guess what I meant to say is do whatever you want. If I don't like what you're doing I'll ask you to stop, no hard feelings. And the same goes for you. If I ever do anything that's painful or uncomfortable just speak up and I'll stop. So if you want to touch my dick just do it. And if you're wondering what I think, I'd love to feel your hands on me. Just don't squeeze the balls too hard, they're kinda sensitive."
"Da, even I know that much." She gripped the shaft with one hand and used the other to cradle his balls.
Chris watched her play with her new toy with a wry smile on his face. She weighed his nuts, and then squeezed his shaft and her wrist, apparently comparing the girth. She pulled the tip down to horizontal and then released it to slap against his belly, clapping her hands and laughing like a child. As amusing as it was to watch her play, Lois should be home in less then an hour, and frankly it was a bit boring. He was starting to understand why Lois complained about his obsession with her tits. After the third time she bounced his cock into his stomach, Chris cleared his throat and said, "Okay brat, that's enough, time to move on."
She looked from his cock to his face and then back again, reluctantly taking his hand to let him pull her to her feet. As his arms circled her waist she squeezed his cock and looked into his eyes. "Are we still following your plan?"
"Uh huh, we're almost to the end of step one."
"What's at the end?"
"This," he said, pressing their lips together. Meg whimpered into his mouth and squeezed his cock nearly to the point of pain. Chris pulled away and looked down into her loving eyes. "Meg, when it comes to cocks you stroke it, don't choke it. The cobra needs to breathe."
"Oh, sorry," she said, easing her death grip.
He kissed her forehead and said, "What did I tell you about apologizing? You can't be expected to know everything. Mmmmm that feels nice. Let's start again.
Meg moaned as his soft lips captured hers once again. His hands caressed her body, causing sensations that she had never imagined. Soon she felt the tip of his tongue teasing her lips and she opened her mouth to allow him access. It slithered in like a serpent, darting around until it found its twin. It twirled around in her mouth and she swirled hers in the opposite direction, trying to keep up. Just as she was getting the hang of it the serpent retreated, occasionally darting into her mouth, beckoning her into its lair. She followed happily and stroked his cock a little faster. She couldn't believe how good it felt in her hand. Soft skin slid over an iron hard shaft and the gentle pulsing of his heartbeat increased as his excitement grew. Her entire body was starting to tingle when he suddenly pulled away, leaving her gasping. "That's right, oxygen is good," she thought as she caught her breath.
"And that, my sweet sister, is step one. Are you sure you've never done that before? You're a really good kisser."
Meg glowed in his praise and asked, "How many steps are there?"
"Can't tell ya. I think the curiosity and anticipation will help me win that bet."
"Oh, so that's what this is all about."
"That's right Meg. The only thing I care about is getting my hands on your ten dollars."
The gleam in his eyes and huge smile told her that he was joking and she hugged him tight. She suddenly realized that she was humping his thigh put her foot back on the ground. "God, I hope step two involves getting that fat cock inside me," she thought. "I didn't think it was possible to feel this horny." Out loud she asked, "Are you going to fuck me now?"
"First off, you're no where near ready to handle the beast. And second, when it's time I'm not going to fuck you, I'm going to make love to you. Every girl deserves to feel special her first time, even if it's with her brother."
Meg melted in his arms and asked, "Can you at least tell me what step two is?"
"No, but I can show you."
Chris sat on the couch with his back against the arm and his legs stretched across the cushions. "You'll have to take your panties off, sweetie."
Meg hesitated, saying, "I don't know if I should. I'm kinda hairy down there."
Chris sat up, looking outraged. "What? Do you mean to tell me that you're a human being with hair on your genitals? I was led to believe that that you were a hairless magical creature here for my enjoyment. Deals off Meg. Now go away so I can whack off to my thoughts of the perfect woman."
"I'm serious Chris. I never shower in gym class because the other girls tease me so much."
"It will be fine for now. I'll introduce you my good friend Mr. Razor tomorrow. Now let's make this sexy. Turn around, bend at the waist, and drop them drawers nice and slow. Show me that ass baby."
"You're such a perv," she said as she turned to indulge him.
"It would be a lot hotter without the granny panties," he thought. "But that's not her fault. She's just wearing what she was given. The ass isn't bad. Once we trim her waist a little it will give her a nice hourglass shape." She stood and turned slowly, looking timid and insecure. He was proud to see that she kept her arms against her sides. It was obvious that she wanted to cover her crotch. "Damn, that is a lot of hair." So far he had avoided her pussy, wanting it to be special the first time he touched her. But maybe he should have done a little exploring to avoid this surprise. He just hoped that he was able to keep the shock off of his face. "That's better," he said. "Now come over here and sit between my legs."
"So you don't think it's too much?" she asked, leaning back against his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her chest and admitted, "I won't lie to you, Meg. If it was the nineteen seventies it would be fine, but guys are spoiled by the Internet. They're used to seeing well-trimmed or even naked pussies. Unless you want to try and find a guy who's fetish is hairy women, you're going to have clean that up a little. But don't worry, it doesn't bother me. Now let's move on to step two."
"This feels nice. Is step two just sitting here and feeling close to each other?"
"Oh no, that's called cuddling and it's one of the last steps. Step two is all about how good I can make this sexy little girl feel. Relax, close your eyes, and focus on my hands." As his hands began moving across her chest he asked, "Meg, I know you're a virgin, but do you still have your hymen?"
"No, I broke it with my hairbrush a couple of years ago trying to masturbate, sorry. It didn't work so if you can't give me an orgasm it's not your fault. There's probably something wrong with me."
"You're going to cum, don't worry about that. And next time you see your hairbrush be sure and thank him for me."
"Really? I thought guys liked popping cherries."
"Yeah, guys that like making girls cry and bleed."
"I didn't cry. It hurt a little, but not that bad."
"Whatever, it still would have cost me ten dollars when I broke it."
Meg giggled, "I'll give you twenty dollars right now if you'll just stop talking about it."
"No way. Money fairly won is much better than money given. Now no more conversation for the next fifteen minutes. You may express your joy or tell me what feels good or bad, but that is all."
"Whatever you say Adolf. When did you get....OOooohh, that feels good."
Chris was gently twisting and pulling at her nipples, and he made a mental note. Meg likes nipple play. All last week Lois had been instructing him in what she referred to as, the often neglected, fine art of foreplay. His goal was to see how many times he could take Meg to the edge before finally giving her her release. His record with Lois was four but he only stopped that time because she basically threatened his life if he didn't make her cum. He didn't expect to break that record due to time constraints. Lois should be home in about thirty minutes. He hadn't planned on doing this with Meg today, but when Lois came home and found them together it should fit in nicely with his plans.
He had been at it for about five minutes and she was nicely warmed up. Time for the main event. As his hand slid through the black forest he thought that it felt amazing. Her hair was so thick and soft that it was a shame that it go. An animal groan escaped Meg's lips as his hand reached her sex at last. Her legs flew open, one across his leg and the other atop the couch as she humped his hand with abandon.
"Relax sweetheart," he said, gently pushing her butt back onto the cushion. "Let me do the work, I'll make it good for you, I promise."
Covering his other hand with hers, Meg forced it onto her tit and squeezed. "Oh my god Chris, this feels amazing. Make me cum, pleeeeeeze!"
"Well, she had been waiting eighteen years," he thought. "I can tease her some other time." His hand was soaked from its brief exploration of her snatch so he crooked his middle finger, sliding it ever so slowly into her fiery depths. Meg's hips surged up again, banging repeatedly into his hand and forcing his finger in as deep as it could go.
"Slow down baby," he said, pushing her back down. "Move with me." He pulled his finger out, and then slid it back in. "Push up, oh yeah that's it. Grind that sweet little pussy into my hand. "Okay, back down. The finger goes in, the pussy comes up. The finger comes out, the hips go down. That's it. Doesn't that feel good?"
Meg's only answer was a groan of pure lust. Once he was certain that she had the rhythm he leaned down to nibble on her neck. "Oh Meg, your pussy's so tight and wet. Imagine my big, thick cock sliding deep inside you, filling you up."
She was rushing the tempo, pushing up as soon as his finger moved into her. He sped his movement to match her and kept working her neck with lips and tongue. "You're so close baby. God you're sexy. Can you feel how hard my dick is? You've got me hard as a rock. Cum for me sweetheart, cum all over me."
With a primal scream Meg came. With her legs split her ass levitated off of the couch, and Chris couldn't help but wonder if he should add this exercise to her work out. Her abs, glutes and thighs should be burning pretty soon in this position. His finger was still buried in her pulsating love tunnel and he searched for and found the small depression that Lois insisted was the G-spot. He still doubted that it had any effect, but what the heck. It couldn't hurt to give it a little rub while her climax went on and on.
Like a mannequin with its strings cut, Meg collapsed back down into his lap, gasping for breath. Licking his finger, Chris chuckled and then ran his fingertips up and down her arms. "That was a good one. How are you feeling, cutie?"
"Holy...That was sooo...Oh my god, why did I give up on masturbation!? That was incredible! Can we do step three now? If it's even half as good as that I want to do it right away."
"Well aren't you an eager beaver. We can't do three yet because we need to do two A first."
"What's two A?"
"I've had a great time getting you off, but my dick has been hard for too long and it's starting to ache. It's time for you to learn how to make a guy cum."
"Do I have to give you a blow job?"
"Oh crap, I forgot to tell you something important. Meg, you don't have to do anything that you don't want to. I've been kinda aggressive. If I made you do something that you didn't want to do I'm sorry. You don't owe me anything and you can stop any time you want. Just say the word and I'll never touch you again."
"No!! That's not what I want... Chris, I have a confession. When I accused you of fucking mom, I was going to blackmail you into having sex with me. I'm so sorry. It's just that everyone I know lost their cherry three or four years ago, and I'm so horny..."
Chris put his hand over her mouth to stop the run on confession. "Well well, you devious little slut. How dare you try to force me to do something that I want to do? I'm afraid that you'll have to be punished for this. I'm going to make love to you and force you to have four, no, at least six orgasms. That should teach you a lesson."
Meg giggled and turned in his arms to look at him. "You're a cruel man, but I accept my punishment. But I still don't understand why you'd want to screw me. Mom is so beautiful and I'm just ole fat and ugly Meg."
"You know, helping you get in shape is going to be so much easier then getting you to see yourself as you really are. You're an incredible woman. You got a full ride scholarship to Harvard. Do you have any idea how special that makes you?"
"Mom and dad weren't that impressed, and most guys don't like smart girls."
"Mom and dad were stuck in their own little world and I believe that you'll find collage guys much more receptive to a woman that can challenge their intellect. Now be quiet so I can tell you how awesome you are."
Meg settled in his arms with a smile on her face. No one had ever spoken to her like this and she found it highly arousing.
"You've put up with more crap then any ten people I know and you just keep going. You're such a sweet girl that you never push back. Now there are times when you have to push back if you don't want to be the door mat, and I'll help you with that when I can, but your sweet disposition will get you what you want in most situations if you use it right. Now, as far as being ugly, that's just not true. Look at that wall and tell me what you see."
"Ah, it's a picture of mom and dad."
"Okay, ignore dad and picture your face next to mom. You've got the same nose. Your eyes are different colors but they have the same shape. Once we get the baby fat off your cheeks you two could pass as sisters. Lois will help you with make up and clothes and you'll be one hot piece of ass."
"Chris, you keep saying that mom's going to take me shopping and do this and that for me, but she hates me."
"Lois doesn't hate you, she's just stuck in a pattern of behavior. Humans like to think they're superior but the truth is we're just animals. Dad was the alpha of our little tribe, and when he decided to treat you like crap, for whatever reason, the rest of us just went along with it. I'm really sorry for all the rotten things I did to you in the past."
"You weren't that bad."
"Maybe compared to the others, but still..."
"After that orgasm you just gave me," Meg interrupted, "I think we can call it even."
Chris smiled and leaned down for a quick kiss. "Well if you can forgive me then I guess we can do two A. I'm really hurtin sweetheart. Will you get me off please?"
"Do you want a blow job? You'll have to tell me what to do."
"To do a blow job properly is a pretty advanced skill. I'll let Lois teach you that. Let's start with a hand job. It's a very useful skill if you're stuck with some guy that you don't want to sleep with but just won't go away until you make him cum. Get down on your knees in front of the couch." Meg hurried to comply, anxious for any new experience, and Chris sat up with a leg to each side of her. "Okay cutie, spit on your hands and rub the magic lamp until the genie appears."
"Like this?"
"Yeah, that feels good, but as long as you keep it wet you don't have to be so gentle. That sucker can take a lot of abuse. Trust me, I've done the research."
"But you said not to choke it."
"I'm not asking you to rip it off. Just squeeze a little harder."
"Oh, Sorry. Is this better?"
"Perfect, nice and slow. Oh, and if you don't stop apologizing I'm going to bend you over my knee and give that sexy ass a swat."
"Sorry, sorry, sorry."
"You don't think I'll do it?"
"I'm counting on it, that sounds like fun."
"Oh you sexy little slut. Rub it on your tits, I love that."
"That feels cool. Hey Chris, something's coming out. Are you cumming?"
"Trust me, you'll know when I cum. That's just precum. Rub it around the head, it makes the best lubricant." As she followed his advice Chris sighed and leaned back. Her little hands felt wonderful, and the look of wonder on her face just made it that much better. It wasn't long before he began to feel the telltale tingling in his nuts. "I'm almost there Meg. Point it at your chest and go as fast as you can."
Meg was thrilled. Chris was going to cum and she was the one doing it. This was almost better than cumming herself. Almost. She was stroking as fast as her little arms allowed when it finally happened. The shaft swelled in her hands and the cobra unleashed its venom. Crap, now she was thinking of it as a snake. Of coarse the analogy made more sense now that she had seen it in action, although if this was a cobra it was spitting out enough poison to kill the whole village. She counted four long white ropes that splattered across her tits before the convulsions slowed and the rest of his load dribbled out to land on her thighs.
She instinctively slowed her stroking and looked up at Chris. His eyes were closed and he had a big goofy grin. She noticed that though most of his cum was on her, a little was still oozing from his cock. Her curiosity nagged at her until she leaned forward and took a tentative lick. "What do you think?" asked Chris.
Meg looked up and met his eyes. "Not bad. Nobody's going to be putting it on ice cream, but it's better than I expected. Did I do okay?"
"Your covered in evidence that proves it was a very successful hand job."
"But was it a good one?"
"It was just a hand job. I could have done it myself, but it's much better when a cute girl does it." Meg dropped her eyes and Chris kicked himself for forgetting how fragile she was. "Don't be like that sweetie. You did a great job, it's just that a hand job is nothing to get excited about. It's just about relief, and I needed relief. You'll understand the difference better once we make love."
"Really? Can we do number three now?"
"No not yet, but I would like to practice cuddling for awhile. Come up here and sit in my lap." He closed his legs and Meg straddled his hips. Taking his face in her hands, she kissed him for the first time without being asked.
Meg liked this position. As she kissed down at him, Chris followed her lead, giving her a sense of power and control. His hands were moving in circles across her chest, and when she realized what he was doing she pulled back wearing an indulgent smile. "Chris, why are you smearing your cum all over my chest?"
"Didn't you know? Semen is great for your skin."
"Really?"
"No. That's just something guys tell girls so they can blast jizz on their faces."
"You asshole," Meg laughed. She found a puddle beneath her left tit and tried to rub it on his chest, but he caught her wrist, easily overpowering her and wiping her hand on her own shoulder.
"It looks better on you. You're tits are all shiny."
Meg looked down and indeed, her tits gleamed in the lamplight. There was also another change as she could feel his cock growing between their bodies. "Chris, it's getting hard again. Can we do three now? Please, please, please, please, please?"
"Is that begging that I hear?"
"No!" Meg said quickly. "That was pleading. It's right between asking and begging but definitely isn't begging."
"Well, if we had an impartial judge here they might have a different opinion, but I'll let it go for now. But I'm afraid that step three will have to wait for a little while longer."
"Oh, do you need to rest longer? I heard that guys had to rest between orgasms."
"Nope. My body is ready, your body is obviously ready or you wouldn't be begging for it."
"Pleading. That was just pleading."
"Whatever. It isn't that we both aren't ready to move on to the next step. It was a sound that told me we would have to wait."
"A sound? I didn't hear anything?"
"Really? You didn't hear the sound of a car door closing? Lois should be down at the mailbox right now. She'll be here any second."
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