Part 2: Angie's Gambit

Please note: The characters in this story are all 21 years old, or older. This story deals with taboo situations among family members.
The trip to the climbing store was uneventful. Matt found all the items he needed, and purchased a new climbing harness. Angie found some fun climbing-related clothes and bought a couple of shirts. On the way home they picked up nasal tissue, and toilet paper.
Matt and Angie sat in chairs near the door to the pool house and spoke with their parents for an hour before diner. Their Mom said she felt worse and was hoping the medicine would start working soon. Their Dad said he felt the same, without any improvement. After a while, both parents reported feeling exhausted and went to lie down.
Later in the evening, after a meal of spaghetti and meatballs, Matt and Angie decided to watch a movie. They got some beer from the fridge in the garage and went to the TV room to pick a movie. A debate ensued. Matt was leaning towards a rewatch of Jaws or Aliens. Angie wanted to watch The Green Mile or The Revenant. Each made their cases, and teased the other about their choices. However, they could not agree.
Finally Matt suggested a compromise. He said there was a new website called wepick-youwatch.com. After answering a few questions about movie genre preferences, and the makeup of the audience, the site promised to pick a random movie they both would like, available on a streaming service of their choice.
Angie agreed to try the site, but made Matt promise that he would watch what ever the site recommended. Matt agreed. He hadn't actually used the site before so he was game to try it.
There were several questions that had to be answered. Matt answered the first five, then handed his phone to Angie to answer the last five. After Angie answered the last question, she submitted the survey. When the recommendation was presented she did a double-take.
"Oh," she said, then handed the phone to Matt.
Matt had a similar reaction.
"Ah, I didn't expect that," he said.
"Neither did I, but we're watching it. That was the agreement," said Angie.
Matt responded by picking up the remote and switched streaming services. He searched the list of movies until he found "Nymphomaniac: Part 1."
He looked at Angie who had moved to the love seat to sit down. It was the best place to sit, and watch TV. Each side had leg rests that would kick out when a button was pushed.
"You sitting here?" asked Angie.
"Yeah, but I gotta pee first," said Matt.
In the bathroom, Matt considered what he was in for. He hadn't watched the movie previously, but he had seen some of the sex scenes on porn sites. They were so explicit and revealing, he thought the sex wasn't simulated. From what Matt knew, the movie was full of sex scenes. He felt a little uneasy about sitting next to Angie because he figured he would become aroused, and his erection would grow.
"Shit...," he muttered. He flushed and headed back to the room. When he got back, Angie was gone. Maybe she had also gone to the bathroom upstairs?
Angie came back a couple minutes later with a couple more cold beer. She had changed into her pajamas. They consisted of short-shorts, and crop top. Matt was pretty sure she wasn't wear a bra either. He swallowed. He was going to be miserable.
"Got some more beer," said Angie offering one to Matt. He took it with a thanks.
When Angie sat next to him, he realized she had put on perfume. But had she? It was very subtle, so maybe not. He just hadn't noticed it previously. He was unsure, but he was definitely smelling it now.
"Here we go," he said, and started the movie.
Pretty soon the protagonist was being penetrated in a train bathroom as part of a contest.
"Damn, that looks real," remarked Angie. "Is it?"
In a weak voice, Matt responded, "I'm not sure. It might be."
Angie looked at him. "You ok big brother?"
Matt just nodded, and took a drink of beer.
It got worse for him.
After watching for another twenty minutes, Angie commented, "the sex she is having is so impersonal. Even with people she seems to have some relationship with. Its like she's just fucking to fuck, but isn't engaging with her partners. Don't you think?"
Matt gave a curt response, and a shallow nod. Obviously uncomfortable.
"I enjoy the intimacy of sex, you know? zonguldak escort I love seeing the look of pleasure on my partner's face, knowing that I'm doing that to them. And just relaxing there while they reciprocate, letting my partner push me up and over the edge."
Matt didn't respond. He just starred at the screen as the protagonist mounted another partner.
"I'm out of beer," said Angie. "It's your turn to go get some." She nudged him with her shoulder.
Matt was mortified. His erection was nearly full. The way he was sitting, he had managed to keep things under control until Angie started talking about pleasuring her partners. His mind started to illustrate what she was saying and that was all it took to lose his precarious hold on his control. He was now headed for full erection. She expected him to stand up and go get the beer, and come back. He still had on his form-fitting climbing shorts with no underwear. He might as well be naked.
"Ah.. I don't think I can drink another beer. I ah, feel kinda full," he offered.
"Oh no, no, no big brother. It's your turn. You're not slouching out on the beer. Go get us some."
She paused the movie then pushed him to get up. Matt maneuvered himself awkwardly out of the love seat making an effort to hide his erection. Then he stumbled off to the garage to get the beer from the fridge.
Earlier, when Matt headed to the bathroom, Angie sprung up and raced upstairs to change. When she saw the movie they would be watching, her mind birthed a plan to take her game from earlier to another level.
She changed into short-shorts that showed the bottom of her cheeks, and gave her wicked camel-toe. She also didn't wear panties. Next, she put on a crop top without a bra. She often wore it to bed. The final piece was a very small amount of perfume, rubbed on her neck. On her way back to the TV room, she grabbed a couple more beers.
When she entered the TV room, she was reminded Matt still had on his climbing shorts. They would make it more difficult to hide his hard-on. And she was sure that between the movie and what she was wearing he was going to get hard. Perfect. She wanted another look at his dick.
When the movie's first sex scene started, she was astonished. It looked like the actors were actually having sex. How did a movie show real penetration, and still get distributed to a streaming service. She used this as an opportunity to tease Matt and asked him what he thought, trying to get him to verbalize what they were watching. His responses were very uncomfortable.
At some point he had adjusted his position obviously to hide his growing erection from her. That was disappointing, but Angie rolled with it. She waited a little while, then teased some more with some revealing thoughts on sex, and what she liked about it. Figuring this would make him more uncomfortable, she then insisted he stand up and go get more beer. He resisted, but then through a series of weird contortions, he managed to extricate himself from the love seat without revealing an erection she was sure was raging in his shorts.
"Damn, he's good," she thought.
After he left the room, she decided to push the envelop some more. She reached into her shorts and started playing with her pussy. She trailed her fingers along her labia feeling the moist secretions. She pushed two fingers in and pumped them in and out for about thirty second, making sure she was really wet. She pulled her hand out then started rubbing her pussy again, across the fabric of her shorts, letting the fabric absorb the moisture, creating a wet spot. When she was satisfied, she sat up crossed legged.
Matt came back into the room holding two beers unusually low. Angie saw that Matt's gaze fell upon the wet spot on her shorts. His eyes got wider and he took in a breath as if surprised. Angie said nothing and sat smiling, watching him.
When he got to the love seat, Matt made a turn away from her and then backed into the seat. He handed a beer to her.
She patted his thigh saying, "thanks big brother."
"Sure," said Matt.
Angie used the remote to restart the movie. After the scene played for a minute, she paused it again. Time for the next step in her evolving plan.
She turned towards him.
"Matt, is this movie getting you aroused, like it's getting me aroused?"
"Oh istanbul travesti Christ," moaned Matt. "Yeah, maybe, I guess."
"Are you getting hard watching all this real sex?" she asked.
"Well, ah, that's how it works, right?" he replied.
Angie put her hand on his thigh. It spasmed involuntarily like she had shocked him.
"Matt, it's probably the beer talking, but this movie is making me wet. I might have to turn in early to rub one out, you know?"
"Oh, um, ok," managed Matt.
"Matt?"
"Yeah Angie?"
Angie saw that he was struggling. He must have felt tortured. She still had her hand on his thigh.
"Do you think you'll jerk off before going to bed?" she asked in a whisper.
"Angie!" he responded. "What the hell!?"
"Oh come on, Matt. Remember how we used to talk about sex and stuff in high school. You were always cool with it. You're still cool, right?" Obviously he wasn't cool, or calm.
"What's the big deal. Guys do it all the time. Everyone knows that. I've jerked off most of my boyfriends, even. It's fun. Watching the pressure build, and then they go off and cum is shooting everywhere. On them, on me. It's great fun!"
Matt's heart was going like a runaway freight train. He was sure Angie could hear it. The pounding in his ears was so strong.
Matt swallowed and closed his eyes trying to gather himself. He looked at Angie attempting to speak in a level voice.
"Yes, Angie. I'll probably jerk off tonight before bed."
"Fun," said Angie, now squeezing and rubbing his thigh.
"And Matt?" she continued.
"Yeah?" he croaked.
This was it: she made her play. She moved closer to Matt, leaning against his shoulder.
"Can I see your cock? Please?" She asked like she wanted to hold a new a puppy, all sweet and innocent.
Matt swallowed.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Angie. You're my sister."
"What's the big deal Matt? I've already seen it once before, remember?"
Matt's brain flashed back to that time when they were young kids, and they were caught by their mother.
"Bbbut, Mom might catch us again," he whispered.
"Mom's not coming in the house. You know she doesn't want us to get sick. Please Matt? I'm really curious about it."
Matt felt her lips lightly against his ear.
"If you show me yours, I'll show you mine," she whispered in his ear.
Matt's mouth was dry now. He fumbled for his beer and almost knocked it over. Getting ahold of the bottle, he drank half of it in one shot. Then he sat there panting. He could feel his dick straining in his shorts, needing to be let out and find relief. Angie's hand continued to stroke and squeeze his thigh. His heart thundered in his ears. Somewhere under all of this, his resistance broke. He lost his reasoning, and rolled over to accept his fate.
"Ok," he said nearly inaudibly.
Angie clapped her hands together and sat up straight.
Matt still hesitated. He didn't know how to proceed. To buy himself time he said, "you said you would go first, I think."
"Oh! Ok," said Angie. She stood up in front of Matt. She placed her thumbs inside of her waist band and pulled down her shorts. She paused briefly just before exposing herself, as if she was having second thoughts. Then her shorts were gone. Matt forgot to track their progress down her legs. He was starring at her trimmed pubic hair, her labia, and he could see her clit with its little hood.
"You like?" she asked.
Matt's gaze slowly went to her face. He had a deer in the headlights look. He slowly nodded a couple of times. His eyes fell back down to gaze upon her sex.
Angie waited a little then said, "now you." She shuffled to the side.
As Matt moved to standup, Angie could see the defined outline of his cock in shorts. Matt's hands moved to the button and easily pulled it open. Then he grasped the zipper and pulled it down. Finally, grasping the waist of his shorts, he pulled them down off of his hips. His erection came free, springing out straight from his body.
Now Angie was starring. They were kids no more. His cock was a good eight inches, and it was thick. It was the largest cock she had ever seen up close. Matt stood in silence letting her take it all in. She noticed that he kept his pubic hair groomed, with most of the area shaved ankara travesti clean. He had a small patch right on top at the base.
"Can I touch it?" asked Angie.
Matt hesitated, but said she could.
Angie reached out and touched the smooth, purple head. Then she lightly ran her fingers the length of the shaft. Matt's cock seemed to jerk, reflexively at her touch. She wrapped her fingers around it, feeling the girth. She couldn't touch her thumb to her finger tip.
When she gripped it, Matt let out a soft moan. Angie looked up at him and saw his eyes were closed. While she watched his face she pulled on his cock. Matt moaned again.
She pulled again, and again, settling into a slow stroking rhythm.
Matt moaned "oohhh fuuck."
Angie saw a bead of pre-cum start to leak out. She rubbed her fingers over it, then rubbed it back along his shaft. She stroked him slowly, amazed at the size of the cock she was holding in her hand. Angie stepped closer to Matt, who still had his eyes closed. She reached down with her free hand and lightly fondled Matt's balls.
"Oh god," blurted out Matt. He opened his eyes and looked down at her. Angie had a loving smile on her face. She was so beautiful. Matt leaned down and kissed her. Angie returned his kiss, their tongues caressing each other.
Matt had been jerked off by girlfriends, but being stroked by his sister was exponentially more arousing and intimate. He soon felt the pressure building. His moans became more frequent. His breathing started to turn into a pant.
This was Angie's favorite part of jerking guys off. They had completely given themselves over to her, and she was controlling their pleasure. They began to lose control, becoming desperate for release, moaning, breathing erratic. All the while she maintained a slow, deliberate pace, building them up, making them more needy, more anxious.
Matt's arms had been hanging at his side, but now he reached and grabbed Angie by her shoulders. She was slowly drawing him near. His body was straining, caught on an impossible precipice. The sensations in his cock caused by her stroking were overwhelming his brain. He almost felt panicked at his need for release, but she was holding him just short of the threshold.
Angie knew he was almost there. She felt his hard cock enlarge even more in her hand, and still she kept her pace slow. Matt involuntarily squeezed her shoulders so hard, it was starting to hurt, and still she held her pace slow. She heard Matt starting make a low rumble, that grew into a moan, that started to form into a plea for release, and still she held her pace slow.
Matt was right there. Angie wanted to kiss him again, but his head seemed to be rolling around involuntarily. He eyes were opening and closing randomly as he tried to grasp the sensations overtaking him.
Then he held his breath, briefly. This was it. This was the moment. She kept her pace slow.
Cum exploded out of Matt's cock against her abdomen and across her forearm. She slowly stroked him while ejaculate spewed out of him in powerful bursts. It ran down her pubic mound, down her legs, dripped off her forearm. He fired powerful blast after powerful blast. She felt the spasms through his cock as they rocked his body.
Matt made a sound somewhere between and long deep moan, and a gurgling sound. The sounds guys made were always unique, and Matt was no different. She listened to her brother as he was overcome with pleasure. When the spasms stopped, he slumped forward towards her. He rested his forehead on her, breathing deeply trying get himself under control. Then he turned sat back on the love seat.
Angie looked down. She was covered in Matt's cum. He had cum a lot. Streaks of it were slowly making their way down towards her knees. Reaching down she started spreading the warm, thick liquid around her legs, her pussy and her abdomen. She inhaled the musky order, and licked it off her hands.
Sitting back, Matt watched her and realized how much she was into the experience, not just the act. She had been serious when she made those comments about the movie.
Angie looked at Matt. "Are you ok? How was that?" she asked with a smile.
"Amazing," said Matt. "I'm spent. That was the most intense handjob ever. Where did you learn that?"
Angie just smiled.
"I'm going to go clean up, then go to bed," said Angie.
Matt sat up. "Wait, don't you..."
Angie leaned down and kissed him, stopping his protest.
"Not tonight. Have a good sleep." She stepped out of her shorts, picked them up and walked off. Matt starred at her incredible ass as she left.
He wondered what the camping trip would bring.