It was two years ago that our father was sentenced to fifteen years in prison for embezzling twenty million dollars from the company where he was employed. Our mother divorced him and was granted sole custody of my sister and me.
Mother is a lawyer, and the firm she works for had promoted her to chief executive officer. She decided to sell the house, even though we would still be in the same suburb.
Ellie and I are both eighteen years old; she is older than me by five minutes. We used to get along well; it was a year before Dad's troubles began, and things changed. She started called me names, belittled me, and embarrassed me in front of her friends. If I had retaliated, she would run to Mom, and then I received a lecture and would be grounded.
One name she called me was perv, after I was caught watching her shower and, on another occasion, when she masturbated on her bed. To this day, I believed she kept the doors open just enough for me to see without being seen. Living with a hot-looking sister and my MILF mother, it was difficult not to spy on them. Mom caught me once, and all hell broke loose; I was grounded for three weeks. Even with that punishment, I continued, as Ellie would say, perv on them.
It was the beginning of summer; I found myself in a heap of trouble alongside Ellie. It all started when I returned home from my caddie job at Bald Eagle Country Club. I had no idea that all hell was about to break loose. I entered the house through the back door; I heard Mom speaking rather loudly in the study. I approached quietly and stood near the door, out of sight.
“Ellie, I’m tired of you coming to me to complain about your brother. It’s time for you to take responsibility and resolve the issues with him. I have spoken to him on several occasions about spying on both you and me.”
“You too, Mom? That little perv!” Ellie exclaimed, surprised.
“Yes, and…”
At that exact moment, I stumbled while trying to sneak away and collided with the door.
“Get in here now, Jake! If I catch you spying on us, you will be very sorry. Do I make myself clear?” Mom exclaimed.
Entering the study with my head hung low, I walked to the far end of the mahogany couch and sat down opposite my sister. She began to giggle, which felt inappropriate. I lifted my gaze to Mom, who was wearing high-waisted red leggings with white stripes on the sides. Her top was a cropped tank with a keyhole zipper that revealed a deep neckline.
While I walked past Ellie, she wore a pair of yellow nylon shorts with high side slits. Her matching yellow top featured a low scoop neckline, which accentuated her deep cleavage.
Mom was sitting in the matching chair and said, “There is nothing funny, young lady. Not another sound or word from either of you.” We both sat there, quite stunned, and waited quietly, not wanting to incur Mom's wrath.
“I can’t tolerate your behavior any longer; you need to resolve your issues on your own. I’m under a lot of stress with work and maintaining this house, and your lackluster efforts are not helping. As of today, you have four days to sort things out and clean both the house and the yard. You have two options: address your issues, or I will send both of you to separate military academies. You are grounded during this time—no leaving the premises or having friends over. Call your boss, Jake, and inform him that due to a family matter, you won’t be coming in until sometime later next week. I’m leaving for your aunt’s now, and please do not call me. I’ll be back late Monday afternoon, and I expect a decision from you; otherwise, I will make one for you.”
Ellie and I dared not say anything as we sat there watching Mom walk out of the study. We quietly followed her to the back door, where a suitcase and travel bag were waiting. She picked them up and stepped outside. Without looking back, she said, “Four days, kids!”
She packed the car, and we watched her drive away. Ellie and I stood there in silence for a moment. Suddenly, she announced that she was going to her room, leaving me to ponder what to do next. It didn’t take long before I called my boss to explain why I wouldn’t be coming into work. Afterward, I gathered the cleaning supplies and the vacuum cleaner.
I went upstairs and checked Mom’s master bedroom and bathroom. Everything was spotless, so I moved on to my room, where I cleaned the window, polished the furniture, dusted, and vacuumed the rug.
After finishing my room, my next stop was the bathroom that my sister and I shared. Once I completed my task, I began to vacuum the hallway, and that’s when Ellie stepped out of her room. I turned off the vacuum cleaner. Taken by surprise. She had changed into a gray tank top with exaggerated armholes, and her bikini bottoms were V-shaped, sitting high on her slim waist.
“What do you want, Ellie?” I asked suspiciously, my eyes scanning every alluring curve before me.
“I see you approve of my change of clothes; besides, it’s too hot today. What I want is to help. What can I do?”
Taking a moment, I thought, she's up to something. I suppose I’ll play along. “Take the cleaning supplies and clean your room; I’ll get started in the living room.”
“Are you kidding? I keep it spotless. I’ll clean the kitchen,” she said, turning to go downstairs.
Watching her walk away, I couldn't help but notice the thin strip of fabric slipping further into the crevice of her ass crack as she added an extra wiggle. When Ellie was out of sight. I went down to the living room and began vacuuming.
I finished vacuuming and put away the machine. Ellie entered the room, and we began polishing the furniture and cleaning both the inside and outside of the picture window. I had ample opportunity to glance at her side profile as she worked, as well as views of her heart-shaped ass.
She noticed me looking the first time and simply smiled. This left me perplexed; I had no idea what her mischievous mind was plotting. However, I was certain it wouldn’t be long before I found out.
While we put away the cleaning supplies, she said in a teasing voice, “Hope you enjoyed the views, perv.”
I replied, “Very much so, you teaser,” and we both laughed.
As we entered the kitchen, we poured ourselves a drink of water. Ellie asked, “What’s next, Jake?”
“The yard and flower beds need sprucing up,” I said while getting another drink of water.
“Oh, goody! Can I mow the lawn?” Ellie said excitedly.
“Remember how to operate the John Deere?”
“You bet, little bro!”
Before we go outside, here’s the plan: we will start in the backyard. I’ll edge the lawn and the borders of the flower beds while you check for and pull any weeds from the beds. Once I finish edging, you can hop on the Deere and mow the grass. After that, I’ll head to the front yard to edge everything there. You will then come to the front, mow the grass, and I’ll check the beds for any remaining weeds. This should take no more than two hours.
“Good plan, let’s get started,” she said, jumping to her feet.
During those two hours, I had ample opportunities to observe Ellie. Her braless breasts swayed and bounced as she rode the mower. She added a subtle bounce on the seat. Damn, she knew how to push my buttons. The bulge in my shorts strained to be freed, but that would have to wait until later.
Ellie finished before I did and said, “I’m going inside now that I’m done. I see you enjoyed watching me.”
She smiled and drove away. I still had some weeds to pull, and fifteen minutes later, I was putting away the gloves and weeder. Entering the house through the back door, I stepped into the kitchen. There was Ellie; she had showered and changed clothes. She wore the same style of clothing as when we started cleaning, but in yellow.
“Here’s a Diet Pepsi. Now, go upstairs and get cleaned up. I ordered an extra-large deep-dish pizza from Perillo’s; it will be here in an hour. I’ll meet you in the living room.”
My mind raced as I took a shower. What was she up to? This behavior was unusual for her. After putting on a pair of navy blue athletic shorts and a gray t-shirt, I went downstairs to the living room, and there she was, sitting on the maroon leather couch. The coffee table was set with two plates, two forks, two knives, and napkins.
She picked up the remote beside her, turned on the television, and then the DVD player. She started the movie John Carter. We sat at opposite ends of the couch, watching the movie in silence. Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang, and I went to answer it.
On the round wooden foyer table lay the cash. I grabbed the money, opened the door, and paid the delivery guy as he handed me the pizza. After closing and locking the door, I returned to the living room, where Ellie was coming from the kitchen with a six-pack of beer.
“I’m too tired to discuss our issues, and I believe you are as well, Jake. Let’s wait until tomorrow to address them and simply enjoy the food, drinks, and movie tonight.”
I placed the pizza box on the coffee table without saying a word and served a slice to Ellie, who said, “Don’t look so concerned; I’ll tell Mom that I’ll buy another six-pack.”
I took a slice of pie and settled back on the couch as she resumed the movie. We ate and drank in silence, still uncertain about her intentions.
When the movie ended and we had our fill of pizza, we both cleaned up. Ellie wrapped the remaining slices in aluminum foil and placed them in the fridge while I washed the plates and silverware. Afterward, we returned to the living room, and I selected Gods of Egypt as our next movie. Ellie grabbed a beer and handed me the last one before sitting on the floor in front of me.
We sat in silence, sipping our beers as we watched the movie. Shortly after finishing our drinks, Ellie complained that her shoulders hurt and asked if I would give her a massage. Without hesitation, I told her it would be easier if I sat behind her on the floor. She scooted forward, and I slid down behind her.
There was no doubt that when she scooted back, she’d feel the bulge inside my shorts. The thin strip of fabric seemed to disappear deeper in her ass crack. I began massaging her shoulders and Ellie relaxed even more, resting against my chest. Not five minutes, she was moaning softly.
She suddenly sat up, removed her top, and tossed it aside. “That's better; now give me the massage. Look all you want, but don't touch these beauties. Do they look better up close, little perv?” she asked, leaning back against me.
All I could do was stammer out, “Y-y-yes.”
The massage went on for fifteen minutes with me staring at her breasts gently rising and lowering with every breath she took. Her nipples stood out from the light brown areola. She started to grind her hips against me and moan softly as my hands worked their magic on the way toward those beauties,
I was massaging her breasts and Ellie dropped her head against me, moaning softly.
“Ooh, that feels so good. Don’t stop, Jake," she said, continuing to grind her hips.
I massaged my way to her nipples and gently placed a finger on each. She took in a breath as I rubbed and then gently flicked them. I repeated this four times before taking them between my index fingers and thumbs. First, I pinched and then pulled the nipples, eliciting a gasp from Ellie. I repeated this four times before going back to massaging, which turned into kneading her breasts before returning to the perky nipples.
Ellie had slipped her hand inside the bikini bottom, pleasuring herself. The pressure of her hips increased as my hands roughly kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples. Her moans grew louder with each passing minute, and her breathing became labored as she drew closer to the climatic end.
“Harder, Jake, maul my tits. I’m almost there!” She cried out as she began to tremble.
Within seconds, she erupted into a body-shuddering orgasm. “Oh yes, I’m cumming, little brother!” She cried out.
Ellie ground her butt hard against my cock, which had me moaning, “I’m cumming.” as I came inside my shorts.
The two of us sat there in silence as we recovered. My brain was working overtime trying to figure out what Ellie was up to. Suddenly, she stood up, turned to face me, and said, “Thank you, Jake, you’re the best.”
Before I was able to say anything, she was gone. I headed upstairs to my room and got in bed. Before falling asleep, I thought, what is she up to?
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