Your dreams that night are filled with the sights your eyes have seen that day: eating Julie, Julie sucking on 's clit, and your girlfriend devouring 's sweet pussy. You wake up in the middle of the night twice to go get drinks of water, each time returning to your bed to pass the fuck out. You keep going past the girls' rooms, half-way hoping to catch them doing something naughty, but they are just as exhausted as you were and sleeping like logs. Naked logs for the most part. The trip back from the second drink you get to see your sister's pussy spread wide and glistening in the moonlight filtering from her window. She moans lightly in her sleep and you hear her whisper your name.
Just like that, the simple mentioning of your name being moaned out like liquid silk, and you are hard as iron.
Needless to say you weren't surprised to be woken up by the feeling of a hot, wet mouth sliding down on your dick after feeling butterfly kisses on the head. You are surprised to be looking straight into the baby blues of your sister as her mouth slides down your rod, and she moans happily.
"Morning, brother," she says, letting your dick slide out of her lips with an already saliva-soaked pop. "Sleep well? Dream about fucking?" she says before engulfing your head again. She doesn't go farther than that, just sucking like a hoover and tonguing your dick, trying to fuck your piss-slit with the tip of her tender pink muscle. Her head pulls up again and she licks her lips. "Goddamnit do you taste good. I could lick that taste off your dick all day long," she says and starts attacking your throbbing cock like it was an ice cream cone. "From now on, when you fuck Mary and , you come straight to me. I'll fucking make time for this bastard..." she says, cutting herself off by deepthroating my cock in a single plunge. She pulls off and stands up, her flannel night shirt falling into place, but not before affording you an amazing view of her lithe body.
"Dad sent me to get you up," she says, her eyes raking back to your cock. "Too bad you beat me to the punch," she says with a giggle and bounces out of the room.
With a heavy sigh you think about dead puppies and killing kittens so you can go downstairs and face your father for breakfast without pointing out the tourist attractions. |