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Waking Up | zigurat | 2

 

I woke up, quite groggy, the sun shining through the windows, to a gentle Saturday morning. I stretched my arms out to see if Cynthia was still in bed with me. She wasn’t. Oh well, I thought. I sat up and heard a muffled noise. My senses came alive and hit me like a whip. I could feel a gentle suction on my cock. With delight, I flipped the bed sheet off of my legs and was greeted by a muffled ‘Good Morning’ from my sister.

She continued to bob her head up and down on my cock for five for minutes, trying to take as much as possible of ten inches of engorged phallus. She lifted her head away with an irritated look on her face.

“Fuck it,” she said, shaking her head. “I’ve been doing this over ten minutes.”

Frowning, she straddled me and guided my cock into her cunt. She began bouncing up and down, slamming herself onto me. I groaned in pleasure from her tight snatch, my eyes on her bouncing breasts. Glancing at her face, Cynthia had a very determined look to her.

~Have fun.~ I pushed. ~Enjoy this.~

Cynthia’s face changed from determination to lust. She changed her pace, started to take it slower. My sister began to rub at breasts and twist her nipples. I felt her contract on my engorged member sunk into her dripping cunt as she tried to milk me with her vaginal muscles.

At last, I came, spurting my seed into my blonde sister. She collapsed onto my chest, shuddering in the wake of her own orgasm.

“That was amazing,” she said after catching her breath. “Absolutely shattering. Much better than ever before.”

“Before?” I asked. “You’ve been with others?”

Cynthia looked at me with her bright blue eyes as she pulled herself free of my body. Looking down between us, I saw the bright color of blood intermingled with our excretions.

“I had three fingering myself while trying to wake you,” Cynthia said meekly.

“Well,” I said. “We should get ourselves cleaned up. Can’t stay in bed all day, it’s my birthday after all.”

Cynthia grinned at my as she slipped out of the bed and scampered out of the room.

Smiling to myself, I got out of bed, threw my tattered ebony robe on, and went to take a shower. A long fun-filled day was ahead of me.

 

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