Your sister gives you a look like you just ran over her kitten as you slow down to pull into the drive way. While you manipulate the stick shift, you can't help but slip your fingers up along Julie's thighs, and as you stop the car your fingers slide all the way up to the downy blonde fur where they meet. You slide your fingers through her folds and the girl is soaked; you're half expecting to see a good-sized wet spot under her when you get up. But first, she's gotta let go of your spit-covered rod.
"I suppose this means that we need to put him away," she said, still slowly stroking. The urge to stop before you get caught is rising; you're in a neighborhood where people pay attention to what cars are there and what people are doing in them. The rising fear of someone seeing you only makes it better.
"Julie...." you warn quietly. She giggles devilishly and with your hand still idly stroking her pink core, you feel a fresh rush of boiling hot juices coat your fingers and her little clit seems to turn into a pebble under your fingers. She doesn't stop working your rod, but then, you don't stop your fingers either.
"Julie...." you say again, this time with more pleading than warning. God she's got you close. The risk of getting caught, the fact that it's your sister, the fact that she's doing this in a car in your girlfriend's drive way.
"Gonna cum, ?" she purred, her body pressing back against yours. You slip two fingers inside her and her breath turns into a shivery catch in her throat. You can feel something warm join the spit under her hand and you realize without looking that you're just oozing pre-cum.
"I will if you keep doing that," you manage to grunt out through gritted teeth.
"Well we can't have that," she says and pulls away quickly, her free hand pulling your fingers out of her pussy with a wet pop. Before you know what's happening, she's got the door open and she's half outside the car. You follow suit and the both of you make yourself look proper after standing. You watch as Julie drags her dress down over the little blonde nest of pubes, she watches intently as you stuff yourself back in your jeans and closes the fly. You hear her moan slightly in disappointment as you do.
The two of you try to catch your breath and regain your composure as you walk up to her front door. You knock and go in, not expecting to see what you see. Then again, maybe after today, maybe you should have. |