Big Sis, Better Witch - Ch. 03

Tiffany was coming over at seven. I had to bother Madison to make sure she got out the door before then. She was taking way too long to get ready for my taste. It was six-thirty when I literally pushed her onto the front porch and locked the door behind her. She rang the bell a bunch of times, yelling something about not having time to finish her make-up, and how I was such an asshole. But then she walked off down the driveway, and I had the place to myself.

I showered as fast as I could, and barely had time to get dressed before Tiffany arrived. She looked stunning as always. She had her long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, and wore a little black cocktail dress that left her arms bare. The outfit showed off so much of her chest that I was surprised she felt comfortable going out in public. She was no competition for Madison in that department, but still: damn.

I definitely stared too long while I greeted her. Tiffany didn't seem to mind.

This was the first time we'd ever had a totally private date. We had so much freedom tonight, I think we were both a little drunk with it.

"So what's the plan for tonight?" she asked, casually slipping her hand into mine. "Want to order a pizza?"

I put my arm around her waist. "Actually, I'm going to make dinner."

"Ooo, I love a man who can cook." She squeezed me.

I could feel the heat coming off her skin; smell the fruity scent of her body wash. I looked into her eyes. They were soft, and eager.

We stared at each other in silence. Then I was on her.

The China cabinet rattled as I pushed her against the wall. Tiffany moaned and nodded, and opened her mouth to meet mine. We tore at each other's clothes, our lips locked together. It was happening so fast. But now that the dam had burst, neither one of us wanted to stop.

I kissed my way up and down her neck, and she clung to me, panting. I'd never actually seen her with her pants off, but I knew what she smelled like when she was wet. That scent had never been anywhere near so strong. It was driving me wild.

She had her groin pressed against my thigh, and she was grinding against me. Then all of a sudden she opened her eyes, and grinned through our kiss. She put her hands on my shoulders, and tried to push me off her. Like, really tried. For a second I thought something might be wrong, that maybe we should stop, but she had this lustful look in her eyes, and I caught on real quick to what she wanted.

Tiffany's a pretty tall girl -- five-nine I'd guess -- and she's not exactly built like a string bean either. I wouldn't go so far as to call her strong, but she's no pushover. I had five inches of height on her though, and I'd been hitting the gym that summer. She didn't stand a chance.

Without thinking, I shoved her back against the wall -- a lot harder than before. Her breath escaped in a low grunt. She kept fighting for a second, until she saw she couldn't possibly win.

Her eyes were wide and bright, and her bottom lip was quivering. She was completely at my mercy. I'd never seen her so turned on.

She relaxed against the wall, and made it clear with her posture that I could do whatever I wanted to her.

I kissed her on the bottom of the chin, made her look skyward as I slipped my hands under her dress. I had a sneaking suspicion that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. She moaned and shook while I explored her. I felt like I'd won a contest, and she was my prize. My hands ran over her smooth skin, up her well-toned legs. Then finally slipped between her thighs.

I had been right about her panties.

"Hey, Will. Have you ever been with another girl?"

"Yeah," I grunted. Feeling a little distracted as I tried to remember all the videos I'd watched about this part.

"Oh. That's good."

She held still, breathing slow and deep as I stroked along her sex. I searched for a moment, found what I was pretty sure was her clitoris, and played with it a little. She let out a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a hiccup, and grabbed my shoulders for support.

"I've been with some guys," she whimpered. "And a couple girls. That feels... really good by the way."

I nodded, concentrating on what I was doing. Trying to go slow with her, waiting until my fingers were completely soaked with her excitement.

"Has anyone ever given you a blowjob?"

I swallowed, and decided to be honest.

"No."

She didn't say anything for the next thirty seconds, because I shoved my first two fingers inside her, and she seemed to forget how to talk. Her fingernails sank into my neck. She braced herself against the wall, arching her back in time to each of my movements.

"I want to," she finally managed.

"What?"

She gasped, and looked at me with sudden intensity. "I want to suck your cock."

Tiffany tried to pull out of my grasp, and I let her go. She took my hand by the wrist, lifted it to her mouth, and stared into my eyes as she licked the fingers that had been inside her clean. It was a weird thing to do, but I remember thinking it was really, really hot.

She dropped to her knees, unbuttoned my belt, and tugged my jeans down to my ankles. She was really quick at it, like she'd practiced this part a lot, and she was tired of waiting.

My erection stood firm, glad to finally be free of my jeans. I was so hard it was starting to hurt.

"Oh wow, Will. You're so pretty down here."

I grunted.

"And much bigger than I was expecting."

"What do you mean by that?"

She laughed lightly, and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Just relax. I'll take care of everything from here."

Her lips were on me then. Warm, and softer than I could've imagined. I'd been waiting for this moment for what felt like my whole life.

I could feel Tiffany smiling as she sucked me deeper. She moaned with a full mouth, and wrapped her arms around my waist. She began to bob up and down on me, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to last very long like this.

"It's okay," she said, lips tickling me as she spoke. "You can cum. Go ahead, baby."

It was in this most glorious moment, that I heard a floorboard creak on the stairs. Tiffany and I turned as one to see Madison peeking down at us. She was sitting just below the second story landing -- with her phone in her hand.

The camera lens was pointed directly at us.

She yelped in terror, realizing she was caught, and sprinted off toward her room. I rapidly kicked free of my jeans, and ran after her.

"You're fucking dead, twerp!"

The door to her bedroom was closed. I pounded on it, screaming bloody murder. I tried the handle and was surprised to see it wasn't locked. I burst into her room.

Madison was sitting on her bed, a sheepish little smile on her face. "In my defense, that stair never used to squeak when I was four-foot-five."

I grabbed the phone out of her hand. She'd already locked the screen. "Were you recording us?"

"Yup. From about the time she started going down on you. Speaking of, do you want to go put on some pants?"

I was still naked from the waist down. I was too mad to care.

"Delete it," I snarled.

Madison shrugged. "Wouldn't matter. I already uploaded it to the cloud. You could break my phone if you wanted and I'd still have that video."

Tiffany had followed us. She was leaning casually against the door. "This is called revenge porn, sweetie. It's not a good look. If that video gets out, I'll make sure you're finished at school."

"Yeah well, not like I have friends anyway. Besides, I'm not planning to show anyone at school: just mom. That is, unless Will does exactly what I say. So why don't you two get comfortable, and I'll tell you what's going to happen. First, we... no Will, wait!"

I was through listening to her. I grabbed her by the wrist, and yanked her to her feet. She struggled -- and there was actually some fight in her. Her last growth spurt had left her around five-seven, and she was pretty strong for her size. But if I could wrestle Tiffany into submission, Madison was no challenge.

I shoved her face down on the mattress and locked her arm behind her head in a submission hold, as she screamed for me to stop, to let her go. I didn't have a plan. My first thought was to tickle her, but clearly this situation called for a lot more.

Her legs kicked in the air as she tried to escape. But that only presented me with a very juicy target. Her ass looked more round and shapely that I remembered-- it clearly had done some growing, too. I pulled back my hand, and slapped her as hard as I could across the backside.

Madison froze at once.

"Will," she whimpered. "You just hit me."

"Delete it. Show me that video is gone from the internet."

For three long seconds, Madison didn't say anything.

"No."

I started to rain blows down on her ass. She screamed, and struggled, but the proportions of her body were working against her. Her chest was so big that it made pushing up from this position almost impossible for her. All she managed to do was make it so sometimes my blows landed on her legs, or inner thighs.

As it went on, her screams slowly died away -- and were replaced by that mewling sound of hers. It got louder, and louder. Her whole body shook beneath me.

"Will. Stop for a second."

Tiffany was there, touching me on the shoulder. In her eyes, there was savage glee.

"Turn her toward me."

I obeyed, using my armlock to pull her off the mattress, and partly over my thigh. Her face was red, and there were tears streaming down her face.

"Spank her again."

Madison tried to pull away, but before she could I landed the hardest slap yet. She cried out, then went slack in my arms.

It felt like the way Tiffany had given up.

"Hmmph." My girlfriend brushed Madison's tear-stained hair from her eyes, and stared full into her face. "I could grab my phone and record this, sweetie. Give you a taste of your own medicine. But I don't need to, because I've already seen enough. I know what you're actually after."

Madison sniffed pathetically. "I... I don't know what you're talking about!"

Tiffany looked up, cued me with her eyes. I spanked Madison again. This time she didn't try to fight it. And the noise that escaped from between her lips was definitely, definitely a moan.

My girlfriend had the biggest look of satisfaction on her face. "What do you want out of that video, sweetie? What are you hoping to get out of blackmailing Will?"

Madison swallowed. When she spoke, her voice was terribly small. "The car keys."

Tiffany laughed out loud. "Seriously, that's all? Will, where are they?"

"I can't give them to her! Mom would..."

"Trust me. Madison will be bending over backward to keep your mom from getting mad at you. She knows her dirty little secret will get out if she's not on her best behavior. In the meantime, let her have what she wants. It'll be more fun that way."

I hesitated. "The keys are in my bedside table."

Tiffany went to get them.

I was alone with Madison for a few seconds. She was sniveling, and clinging really hard to my thigh. From the smell of her, it was beyond obvious that she was turned on. And since I wasn't wearing pants, it was equally impossible to miss that I was still hard as a rock.

My girlfriend returned, and threw the keys on the floor. Then took me by the hand, and pulled me away from my sister.

"Your bedroom door stays open," Tiffany growled at Madison. "You sit here, and listen to everything we're about to do. You understand?"

Meekly, my sister nodded. She hurried to pick up the keys, avoiding eye contact with both of us.

Tiffany led me to my room. We went to my bed, and climbed in. The door to my room was hanging open. Any sound we made, Madison would be sure to hear.

"That was really fucking hot," Tiffany said, in a voice a little louder than necessary. "So. How long has your sister had a crush on you?"

"I'm um, not sure."

Tiffany glanced hungrily down at my dick. I was as hard as I'd ever been, and there was a huge bubble of precum on the tip.

"Have you ever fucked a girl before, Will?"

I didn't answer. She was already pushing me down on my back.

Tiffany practically tore off her dress. Her thighs clamped down on me, and she lowered her sex over the head of my cock. With a little flick of her hip, she forced me inside her.

She screamed with pleasure, and thrust madly on top of me. Jackhammering herself up and down. I could feel her excitement running down my thighs, coating my balls. If I thought she was wet before? This was in a whole other league entirely.

"God! Oh my fucking God, Will! You're so big! Your dick feels amazing!"

She grabbed my headboard, and used the leverage to slam herself down on top of me. The mattress squeaked with every thrust. I was too dazed at first to do anything but take it. But after a few seconds, I matched her rhythm.

"Yes! Fuck me harder! Harder!"

I did my best to keep up with her. Tiffany grinned evilly at me, showing her teeth.

"Fuck you're too good! I'm cumming, Will! I'm fucking cumming!"

I felt her clench around me, her sex growing tighter against my shaft.

"Listen, Will," she snarled. "I want you to cum inside me. Fill me up. Okay? Don't waste a single drop. I want every drop for me, and for no one else."

I wouldn't have been able to stop even if I wanted. Helpless to resist her, I grabbed her by the hips, pulled her in as deep as I could. And came.

We snuggled together in the aftermath, both of us slick with sweat, illuminated by the light from the hall. Every so often I could hear Madison from next door, letting out those pathetic little mewls. I was starting to understand what that sound actually meant.

Tiffany pulled herself up close to me, breathing into my ear. "Don't worry. I'm on the pill."

I nodded, and whispered back.

We stayed that way for a while. Then we went downstairs together, both of us naked. Madison's door was still open. I didn't dare look inside.

I made Tiffany grilled cheese, and we lay on the couch for a while, watching TV and petting each other. She played with my cock every so often in an idle sort of way. Letting it get half hard, before losing interest. Then coming back to it a few minutes later. Eventually she dozed off in my lap.

I woke her up around ten so she could go home. We didn't talk about what happened.

"Hey," she said, as we kissed goodbye at the door. "Tonight was awesome. We should do it again."

"I'm free all week."

"I'm busy tomorrow. But how's Wednesday?"

Madison's door was closed. I lay in bed, touching myself to memories of the evening. I tried to think about Tiffany, but the image that kept coming up was Madison. Spread over my naked thigh. Mewling, and clinging to me.

I gave up, and decided to just go to sleep.

As I was drifting off, a troubling thought occurred to me. If Tiffany knew something about Madison... I wondered if she knew something to know about me, too.