About six o'clock, your mom calls up, "Food's ready, troops! Get it or forget it!" Looks like everybody's home for a change.
After the unexpected encounter with Tricia, you find yourself looking at the women in your family with different eyes.
Your mother's eating fairly light, as usual. She's in damned good shape for 36; not like Tricia, but toned and tanned, which works well with her light coloring. She may be middle aged but she certainly isn't out of shape. She could easily be mistaken for a grad student on the local campus. Since your stepdad died, you don't think she has been on more than a half-dozen dates. Isn't she at what's supposed to be the peak age for women's sexuality? Maybe she needs an outlet...
You suspect your half-sister doesn't have that problem. Those boys she brings home are not exactly the local nerd patrol. She's eating like a hog, while explaining that she can't stay for a long supper, since she has a date with Fred Scheur tonight. "Ready Freddy" is a total asshole, but beefy; you have a sudden flash of him slamming the meat to her long, lean body, her moaning in delight. Maybe you and your digital camera could catch her with him; then maybe try some blackmail like you did with Tricia?
Ah, Tricia; your dear twin sister of the reluctant, inviting lips and tight ass. You can't help remembering the thrill as her mouth slid down over your cock, gazing into her bright green eyes as her moist lips wrapped around your member like hot oiled silk. Tear or no tear, she was obviously enjoying it. Deep throat, AND swallowing your load like a cumslut! She must have a problem, but she sure was into it for a while there. It's all you can do not to grab a handful of that red hair and to force her head onto your cock again, right here at the table among the ramen noodles and the fresh watermelon slices.
You suddenly realize that your mom's looking at you, expecting an answer to a question. "What's the matter, son? Lost in dreamland?" |