As she finishes cleaning off your member, the brush of her tongue over your head causes a sudden jolt. That makes you realize you’re a bit sensitive and in need of a break. A little smile and you suggest curling up to watch a movie. Donning your robe, you slip down with her to the living room and pop in The Last Samurai. You curl up on the couch, her head on your shoulder. Your fingers find the soft strands of her hair, gently caressing through it. She sighs contentedly and snuggles in.
As the hours pass fly by, the two of you chat, finding yourselves laughing at how you used to fight over the dumbest things. Now the two of you are more compatible than ever. As the conversation wanes, you confess to how you used to peep at each other in the shower, and how she'd peek in your room when you accidentally left the door open while jacking off.
You confess that you'd walk by Victoria’s Secret and imagine her walking around in various pieces of lingerie. Above all, you found yourself content and enjoying her company more than anyone you've been with before. You discuss how to continue your budding relationship and what to do if your mother figured it out. You agree that by not being biological siblings is in your favor.
The phone suddenly rings, snapping you out of your conversation. Brittney sighs and answers. Soon enough, she’s deep in conversation with her friend Lisa. You take it as a normal teenaged girl thing and snuggle her, savoring the feel of her small breasts as a pillow. She smiles and plays with your hair, whilst adamantly chatting. As the conversation ends, she softly kisses your forehead and sighs.
“We're gonna have to get dressed. Lisa’s coming over with the work I missed today.” With a slight sigh and kiss on her tender lips, you go off to your room and get dressed. Shortly afterwards, the doorbell rings. With Brittney still dressing, you answer, finding yourself in front of Lisa.
She’s a girl that you admit to having a crush on since middle school. She’s about Brittney’s height, with natural blonde hair, a set of emerald green eyes, and a pair of perky b-cup breasts. She is adorning a tight pair of shorts. It looks like she’s either without panties or is wearing a thong. Either way, it’s enough to cause a stirring in your jeans. Lisa’s giggle breaks your daze. You blink for a couple of seconds to see her almost laughing.
“So are you gonna let me in or drool over me the rest of the day?” With a little blush, you move to the side, allowing her in. She winks and makes her way up to Brittney’s room. |