I sat down on my bed and yanked off my shoes, still marvelling at how I'd been completely clued-out about my sister's sex life all this time. They'd been coming home everyday after school and ducking immediately into the bedroom to do God knows what, and I'd had no idea. What a dolt! I guess that's what happens when a guy spends half his time reading school books, and the other half jerking off over fantasies of a girl he couldn't stand.

My sister's stereo came on and a thumping beat began pulsing from her bedroom. Ah, yes! Music to mask the noises they would make, just like every other day.

"What the hell did I think they were doing in there? Studying?" I said to myself. "D'uh!"

I glanced down at my bedroom floor and saw what a mess my room was in. It suddenly disgusted me. Clothes were everywhere, magazines, snack food wrappers strewn all over the floor. It was so completely unsexy. Why had I never noticed this either? I began to clean my room.

There on the floor, half tossed under my bed was my come rag. I looked at it for a moment. I'd used this thing to wipe up after each jerk-off session and I'd toss it in the laundry every weekend and start a new one. Yuck! I picked it up by the cleanest corner I could find and dropped it into the laundry hamper. It was more disgusting than anything else. I felt ashamed. I closed my eyes in exasperation.

Suddenly an image of Stan sucking on my sister's tits flashed into my mind. I stopped dead in my tracks. What the hell? I closed my eyes again and saw it again in bright, vivid detail, as though I was right beside them.

"Shit!" I whispered to myself. More strangeness added to this wacky day. I opened and closed my eyes over and over again, trying to figure out if the vision was real or not. Once again my intuition affirmed it for me though. Somehow the amulet was projecting the images from my sister's bedroom into my mind. Somehow I could see, hear, and almost feel everything that was going on next door. I clutched the amulet to my forehead with a wide grin on my face and closed my eyes once again.

There was Caroline kneeling on her bed with her shirt and bra off and Stan was sitting beside her licking and sucking on her nipples. She was smiling happily like a little girl with a favorite toy and she held his head in her hands as he swirled his tongue around her areolas.

The heat from the amulet! Was it triggered by proximity to sexual activity, or even mere arousal? It had started to heat up as Caroline approached, and now it was blazing hot once again, almost untouchable. The same thing had happened at the museum with Crystal and the security Guard. I would definitely have to investigate that further, but for now, I stood entranced by the images that were projected into my mind's eye from the other room.

Stan wandered down her belly with his kisses and I saw Caroline's face melt from playful happiness, to raw lust as he approached her sex. He pushed her backward and she kicked her feet out from under her to lay down. Stan then flipped her skirt up onto her belly and began tugging her panties down around her squirming little hips. She lifted her ass to assist him and he slid them all the way down to her feet. She kicked them away onto the floor with one foot and sat half way up again, propping herself up on her elbows. Her breast jiggled and swayed as she rubbed her thighs together in an agonizingly beautiful tease. Then she looked at him with a sluttish gleam in her eye and slowly spread her legs, as though opening a wonderful little present for him. Soon her delicate little sex was completely exposed and almost glowing between her wantonly spread limbs. He stretched himself out on the bed below her and propped himself up on his elbows to get a better view of his greatest treasure.

Her vulva was puffy with arousal, surrounded nicely by a swirling nest of soft blond pubic curls. Its labia pouted prettily, shining with her oozing feminine lubricity, slightly parted, exposing her clit and pretty little vaginal opening. It gave an eager internal squeeze, almost seeming to call to him, puckering up for a kiss. He smiled back at it and blew softly across it, causing Caroline's whole body to shudder. He admired it happily for a moment, softly dabbing his fingertip into her slippery little opening and then smearing the wetness he found there across her stiffening clit. His stimulation was like that of a curious young boy, toying with a small animal he had found. Touching it here and there, studying its reactions. Then a wide grin spread across his face.

"Hands... touchin' cunts..." he sang in his best Neil Diamond voice. "Reachin' out..."

"Ah, shit. Don't start that again," she smirked, playfully smacking him in the shoulder.

"Touchin' me... Touchin' you!!!" Stan continued dramatically.

"Here we go..." she muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Sweet Caroline!" he sang passionately. "Good times never seemed so good..."

All three of us laughed. Who the hell sings Neil Diamond tunes as they go down on their chicks? It was hilarious.

"You're an idiot," she smiled at him. "Quit being silly."

"Well you are pretty sweet, Caroline," he said. And with that, he leaned forward to taste her.

He started with her inner thighs, kissing and licking gently all around the area of her vulva, nibbling now and then, and sucking sweetly on her naked flesh. Gradually he worked his way around to the center of her sex and finally indulged her impatient little cunt with a gratifying lick right across her clit. She responded with a lusty little moan and a buck of her pelvis. Then he dove right in, applying his mouth fully to the apex of her labia and licking and sucking at her clit in a slow and delicious French kiss. His fingers came up and worked their way into her hot little box. She reacted beautifully. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened, and her pelvis rolled upward. She grabbed his head lovingly in both hands and voiced her pleasure with a restrained whimper of approval. Her hair spread into a wide blond fan as she fell backward onto the pillow.

I opened my eyes, feeling a little weird about watching my sister having sex, and the scene vanished. I tried to busy myself with cleaning my room for a few minutes, but I was very distracted. It was now quarter to five. Only three hours and fifteen minutes to go for my own encounter.

Suddenly I heard my sister mewling with erotic release through the bedroom wall and I squeezed my eyes shut instantly to see what was going on. There she was, climaxing before him, shaking and shuddering and jerking her pelvis spasmodically up and down across his tongue. I'd missed the first part of it, but sort of tuned in to catch the end. I still felt weird looking at my own sister in mid climax but I couldn't tear myself away from it. My guts churned at the raw sexiness of the female orgasm. Once again I felt myself invigorated by it, filled with energy. She writhed on the bed before him, enraptured by the all-consuming ecstasy her lover was dragging her through. Her tits rocked back and forth gorgeously and her face wore a look of what could have passed for pain, but was more likely the frustration of forced silence. She panted and whined, struggling to keep herself from screaming out loud.

Stan allowed her to finish, kissing her gently all over as she came down from the sexual high, and then sat up and smiled at her. She was a picture of lust, soaked in sweat and panting excitedly as she eyed him up like sexual prey.

"Did you like that?" he asked confidently.

She jumped up like a hungry animal and shoved him backward onto the bed. Within seconds she had his cock out and was bobbing desperately on it with that full and pouting little mouth of hers. The gratitude for her orgasm, and her love for him shined through in her oral motions on his hot, throbbing erection. He yanked vigorously at the sheets and gasped his pleasure, wagging his head back and forth as though in disbelief of the ecstasy she was working into him with the deft motions of her lips, mouth, and tongue. She sat up, jerking his saliva slickened shaft vigorously with her hand.

"Does this answer your question?" she grinned, and bowed down again to resume her sweet slippery suction.

"Mmmmm! Ah! Shhhh... God!" he babbled. It turns out my sister gives fantastic head. My strange new intuition told me that she had been practicing this on him for months before they actually got around to having real sex. She knew exactly what to do. How fast to bob. How hard to suck. How to wriggle her tongue all around it as she pleasured him. My intuition also told me she loved doing it. You didn't need any special intuition to see that though. It was completely obvious that she loved his cock and was working with all her energy to please him.

As she sucked on him she pulled a pen from her night table and began writing on his stomach. M... I... N... E... and then she drew a big arrow pointing down to his dick. He laughed out loud, which sounded kind of funny jumbled together with his intense sexual bliss, and she giggled into his cock without stopping for breath. A few moments later he was coming.

She pulled her mouth off him and began jerking his load up into her face. "Come on," she panted. "Give it to me." And then when the first spurt blasted out onto her face she grinned lustily and said, "Oh yeah... There it is! Come on, Baby! Ah! Yeah!"

Sheesh! She was quite the little slut, I mused to myself. My cock was as hard as a rock from watching her though.

His come erupted in slick white streams. Squirt after squirt flew out of him, decorating her pretty little face in slimy arcs and creamy white splashes. Some landed on her cheeks, some on her lips, some on the side of her nose, and some sprayed right into her wide open mouth. She kept right on yanking it out of him with her slippery little hand and he could not help but release a dopey drunken laugh at the intensity of the pleasures. The feel of her hand working him over like that was nothing short of awesome, but the visual display she created somehow added to the incredible eroticism of the moment.

His last couple of spews were weaker and she had to shake his cock to sling them onto her chin. After that they merely dribbled down her knuckles. She wiped what was left across her lips and cheeks directly, flicking out her tongue to lick the beloved instrument each time it passed by her mouth. Then she grabbed him around the base of his cock with her fingers and squeezed the last few drops out of him like toothpaste from an empty tube. Her fingers slid erotically from root to tip and with each stroke a new dribble of come oozed out of his exhausted cock. She licked these away with a lady-like daintiness that was contrasted by the copious mask of come she wore on her sexy smiling little face. Then when his cock was emptied, she smeared her come-slickened hands across her tits and made an additional mess down there.

"I love you," she said to him. She wiped the come from her face and licked it off her fingers, still gratuitously massaging his hyper-sensitive cock with her other hand. Then she went down and took it in her mouth again, enjoying its thickness and heat, and the way it throbbed helplessly in her oral grip, making him cringe from the over-ripe ecstasy of post-orgasmic stimulation.

"I can tell," he gasped. Then he reached down beside the bed and picked up a face cloth. He began lovingly wiping the sexy mess from her face the way an artist might clean up after painting. Ha! It seemed they had a come rag of their own. She licked and sucked at his cock and balls as he did this, keeping him hard for what was to come next. After a few minutes of patiently caressing his genitals with her sweet little mouth and hands while he proclaimed his eternal love and adoration of her, she began to need his big hard cock inside her.

"Got any energy left to fuck me?" she asked him. It was more a prompt than a question. Her cunt was churning involuntarily with anticipation, and it flowed freely with the liquid arousal that would facilitate the welcome penetration of his wonderful cock into her tiny little teen-age cunt.

"Always, my love," he replied. They finished cleaning her up and soon he was standing beside the bed lining himself up to take her from behind as she sprawled forward onto her stomach. He stared down at her lovely round ass for a moment as she gyrated it impatiently on the edge of the bed. He loved that she wanted his cock so badly she couldn't even sit still. Her legs hung down to the floor and she opened them invitingly, eagerly exposing her hungry little cunt to his imminent invasion. He stepped forward and spread its lips gently with the tip of his cock. Now her motions smeared his cock head excitingly through the crevice of her slippery wet labia. She reached a hand down under her belly and guided him to the entrance. He pressed forward, stretching his way into her tightness, and the head of his cock slipped deliciously into clenching vaginal heat. She gasped once again. He smiled. Then he pressed gently forward, wetting more of himself within her, and with a few more gentle in and out strokes his stomach pressed into her ass and he was fully sheathed. He stood still a moment with his eyes closed, trying to memorize the pleasure of having his cock buried to the root in this gorgeous young thing. She squeezed him inside her, welcoming him home, and resumed her pelvic gyration, unable to refrain from the pleasure of the motion as she felt his cock stir deliciously around inside her.

"Ah!" he said in a shaky voice. "That's the stuff I love, right there."

"You and me both, baby" Caroline stammered with trembling breath. "Big hard cock, deep inside me..."

And then they began the fuck.

He placed his hands on her lovely little hips and began stroking in and out of her hotly squirming pelvis. The motion of her ass ground her clit against her wrist as her fingertips gently caressed his balls. It tickled sweetly, sending lovely shocks of pleasure into the center of his sexuality. Then she cupped his scrotum in her hand and he suddenly felt completely engulfed in her. The only way they could possibly be closer would be for their very souls to touch. It agonized him that this could not be and he thrust passionately forward, over and over again, into the very heart of her womanhood, trying in vain to effect this supernatural contact.

"Oh god, Stan!" Caroline cried. "You're so deep... You're-"

All of the sudden I heard my mom's car pull into the driveway outside. With the music playing Caroline and Stan hadn't heard it at all.

Damn! I couldn't not let them finish. That would be agony for them. I had to do something.

I ran out my bedroom and down the stairs. I met my mom as she was getting out of the car and told her that dad had called and said she had to pick him up at the office.

She stood there staring at me for a moment as though she didn't recognize me. Oh no! Not her too! Don't tell me my own mom thinks I'm a hottie as well. Finally she gave her head a shake and spoke.

"What?" she said with extreme annoyance. "I just talked to him 20 minutes ago."

"I don't know," I continued. "He says his car died or something and he needs a ride to the mechanic."

"Oh geeze," she said. "Couldn't he have told me before I got all the way home?"

She got back in her car and started it up again. I ran back into the house as she was backing out of the driveway. It was a good 15 minute drive to where my dad worked so that would give Caroline and her boyfriend another half hour to finish and get cleaned up.

I went back into my room and sat down on my bed. Then I shut my eyes again and saw the two of them in action once more.

He had evidently turned her over and was now stroking in and out of her from the front. Her skirt was now gone and they were both completely naked, except for socks. He was still standing by her bedside and she had her hand reached down under her ass to tickle his balls. Her tits bounced up and down across her chest with each thrust and I could see the word MINE smeared backward across her belly. He must have leaned down to kiss her and smudged the ink onto her in all the slick, sweaty mess. It looked really sexy though.

Next she grabbed him and pulled him down on top of her, mashing her tits in between them as she crushed his mouth in a desperate kiss while he fucked her. Her legs lifted from the floor and encircled his waist, pulling him deeper into her with every thrust he made.

Soon his back tired and she turned him to lie on her bed. She got up and straddled him, then, reaching down between her legs she pressed his cock into her hot little clutch once more and sank down to the very bottom of it, wincing lewdly as it stretched her around its width. She resumed fucking without the slightest pause. Now it was her turn to show off her moves. Her body rocked with a smooth sultry rhythm and her pelvis wiggled around the carnal connection as she ran her clit up and down across his pelvis. He tweaked and tickled her nipples as she moved above him and she tossed her hair over her shoulder with a labored smile. What she really wanted to do was open right up and cry out her pleasure, but she could not. Instead she had mastered the art of verbally communicating her arousal. For example:

"Your cock feels so fuckin' good right now, Stan. I can't get enough of it. It's filling me all the way up. God, it's so nice. So fuckin' big. So- Ah... Yes!" She wriggled her ass forcefully to the left and then to the right, as though gathering pleasure from the motions, and messed herself up with the ecstasy of his deeply sheathed cock. Her voice had that same high, sexy, breathless tone that Crystal's had when she was fucking. Now Caroline also sang that wonderful song of eroticism. Surely they had fucked dozens of times since they'd first begun, but this particular encounter seemed more exciting then any of the others had been. She was hot, wet and bucking wildly above him. He was hard, strong and deep. It was a perfect match.

As I sat there watching them from my room I marveled at what an awesome fuck my sister was. And with so little experience! Would Crystal be even hotter than she was? My flesh tingled at the thought of it.

Soon they came down the home stretch of their sexy little race. Stan rolled Caroline over onto her back and took control She surrendered to his leading with eagerness, spreading he lissome limbs broadly from one side of the mattress to the other as he grabbed his dick and pressed it into her. They were both now soaked from the lengthy fuck their organs had enjoyed, and it went in easily. He sank it down to the very bottom of her with one swift stroke and they let out another sigh of delight, feeling him challenge the capacity of her tight little squeeze once again.

He started out with deep short strokes, but was soon urged to greater intensity by her overwhelming reciprocation. A wash of sexy sweat dripped from his face and neck and her hands flew up to grip his tight muscular shoulders. She lifted her legs from the mattress and draped them over his back as he fucked her. His cock dropped to a new depth inside her. He began a hard steady thrusting that soon had her panting uncontrollably, and crying out, loud enough for me to hear her through the wall.

"Shhh..." he chided her. "Your brother will hear."

She wagged her head in negation. "I don't fucking care! Just fuck me!"

Stan's mind went blurry with a mixture of lust and love at this. He fell forward onto her chest, needing to be closer, wanting their very souls to touch. All he could do was close his eyes and press his cheek to hers as he enjoyed the intoxicating symphony of pleasures his sweet young lover was producing inside him. He stammered his jumbled up feelings into her ear, struggling to find words to express them.

"I can feel every motion inside you, Caroline. You're squeezing me so tight I can barely breath. Oh God, it's so nice! So fuckin'... Ahh! Mmmmm. You want it harder? You ready to come for me?"

She nodded her head vigorously and grabbed him by the hips, pulling him forcefully against her with all the energy she could muster.

"That's it, baby!" he said. "Come for me. Come on! Show me what your sweet little pussy can do?"

"Ah! YES!" Caroline cried out in response. His words pushed her over the edge. The sound of his deep sexy voice, and the feeling of his hot breath in her ear made her stomach flip over. This combined with the good hard fucking of his powerful, dominating manhood brought her to the peak of sexual bliss. He was literally pounding away at her cunt as she was brought to her climax. She cried aloud with the ecstasy she could no longer restrain, and her cunt clamped hard on him in a violently spasmodic clenching. She clutched her lover to herself with all her strength as the great rushing waves of female orgasm flooded over her. Stan growled powerfully and began a climax of his own.

Still fucking in and out of her vibrating little cunt, he wound himself up to the point of beautiful release and began his ejaculation, thrusting and throbbing inside her as the first shot semen burst out onto her waiting cervix. Their every muscle was taut as they shared in the glorious moment of carnal crescendo and their breathing ceased completely for a moment. They hung in that moment frozen in time, locked in that mutual ecstasy, like statues. For that one moment they were a monument to every pleasure and intimacy lovers could enjoy.

My jaw dropped open in awe.

Finally they breathed again, releasing their pent up ecstasy in simultaneous moans. Their hearts pounded wildly. Their sweat flowed freely. Another throbbing spew of semen pumped out of him and her cunt churned on the vessel of its delivery, begging for more. He thrust again, rough, fast, and deep, spurring his own orgasm on inside her slick wet vaginal squeeze. She squealed as the force of it rocked her entire body up and down the mattress. The head board slammed against the wall.

"Whoa..." I muttered in amazement.

He thrust heavily again, desperately milking out every last sweet sensation from the orgasm, reveling in the powerful grip her womanhood held on him. It responded with luscious fluttering vibrations that celebrated every motion he made inside her. It was beautiful. He never wanted it to end.

He thrust again, and then again. More semen spurted out into her. She gasped sweetly each time. She could actually feel it spraying into the deepest parts of her. It was beautiful. Finally he was spent. He had given her all he could and released all his orgasmic tension with a heavy weeping sigh.

He collapsed onto her and they wound down, shaking and panting, and then shuddering and sighing, and then, in complete relaxation and relief he lay there breathing into her ear and trembling in her arms. She squirmed her legs around on the bed, and all over him, enjoying the gooey sexy feelings that had her body tingling and humming all over, completely surrendered to the pleasures of the moment.

She remembered the terrible pain she had felt when he had first thrust into her with his big hard cock a few weeks ago, tearing through her hymen and almost ripping out her soul. The wonderful size of his dick was agony then, seeming to tear her open inside. She recalled how at that moment could not imagine how sex could possibly be considered pleasurable. She knew now, though. After only a few dozen fucks with him, she had already mastered the art of making herself come. It wasn't difficult though. She absolutely adored his big hard hot thrusting cock. She loved being filled to the point of stretching with it, though it always made her a little sore afterward. It wasn't a particularly enormous cock really. It was actually only six or seven inches perhaps, with only slightly above average thickness. She had a wonderfully snug little cunt though, and to her his cock felt huge.

As if in response to this thought his cock throbbed inside her. She squeezed it in return. Her hand slid up his back and she turned his face to kiss her. It was a long slow, passionate kiss, of completely satisfied lovers. He gently stirred their fluids together with short, careful strokes, still amazed at the pleasure she gave him even now, and she reciprocated with a happy little gyration of her pelvis. It felt so nice to be so close. His cock inside her was an unmatched perfection of pleasure. She never wanted it to end... He tried to withdraw but she held him to her, squeezing his cock unconsciously and hugging him jealously to her breast.

"Not yet," she breathed "Please, just let me feel you inside me a little more..."

"God, I love you," he told her.

I smiled to myself in the other room. I was so glad I'd let them finish.

Finally he lifted himself off her, slowly drew himself out of her deliciously squeezing cunt, and wiped them both clean with the cloth on the floor. It was over for now, until next time.

For me however it was yet to begin. I would soon be enjoying pleasure of my own with Crystal McCorrister. It was now close to 5:30. Only two and a half hours to go. I almost vibrated with excitement as I busied myself cleaning my room. Each time I closed my eyes I saw Stan and Caroline gradually cleaning themselves up and dressing themselves. Their nakedness was covered piece by piece and finally they wandered out of the room. Caroline poked her head in my door.

"How's it going?" she asked. "Mom's not home yet?"

"Nope," I said. "She came home but I sent her back to get dad. I wanted to surprise her by cleaning my room up here, and I need more time. So I made up some story about dad phoning."

"Oh. Great! Good job," she smiled, pleasantly surprised and duly grateful. She was relaxed, casual, and refreshed like only a recently well-fucked girl can be. Stan was the same way. The only sign that anything had happened between them was the sweat on them. They both looked like they come in from a jog or something.

"Let me know when you're ready to go to the mall," she said.

"As soon as mom gets home I guess."

"See ya later, bro," Stan said. I nodded and they headed downstairs for refreshments.

My room was finished by the time my mom got home. She was pretty upset about me sending her on a wild goose chase, but when I showed her my room and told her the lie I'd made up about it, she was flabbergasted. I hadn't cleaned my room in about seven years and she was truly amazed.

Caroline and I left for the mall and I drained my bank account on a $1200 shopping spree, buying everything my sister thought looked sexy on me, from shoes all the way up to sun glasses. I also bought a gold chain and some metal polish for the amulet. We had about ten different bags to carry by the time we left there.

We got home shortly after 7:00 PM. I got dressed, got the amulet polished up and hung it around my neck for the first time. I actually did look kind of sexy now, with Caroline's help. She even did my hair for me. Then at about ten to eight, I headed over to her house.

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