Becky, Round 2
From Torg Adventure
I decided to hell with the boxers, it was going to be hot out that day and with all the action I just had, I wanted a little extra room. I must have spaced off because five minutes passed in a heartbeat according to the alarm clock. I grabbed a pair of basketball shorts and a loose t-shirt and I opened my door to leave the room.
Standing outside was Becky, hair dripping wet from her shower, her towel barely held onto her body and her furry little red muff was sticking out of the bottom. She pushed me into my room and quickly shut the door.
"God you two were moaning like whores! I could hear you in the shower!" she hissed in a whisper.
"Like you're one..." I started. She hissed for me to shut up. "Like you're one to talk," I said again, in a harsh whisper this time. I looked at her face. She was wearing a predatory gaze in her innocent expression. I also noticed that her cheeks were glazed and she stank of pussy and jizz. "Did you..."
"Mmmhmmm..." Becky purred. She licked her fingers clean, one at a time, sucking them like she did my cock. "I never imagined that pussy and spunk would taste so good together. Did you know that Beth gets really wet when she comes?" Becky asked with the energy of a girl 10 years younger.
"Yeah, we've fucked," I said with a shit eating grin.
"Yeah, about that," Becky said and whipped down my shorts. My baby sister knelt before me and started licking and sucking my dick. She still had a long way to go to perfection but she was eager to learn!
"Oh fuck Becky...so good..."
"You said, I need to learn to do this, right?" she purred. She moved so my shin was between her thighs and she started humping my leg with her soaked pussy. I couldn't tell if she was still wet from the shower or just drenched with anticipation. "I need to keep it clean," she added while licking and sucking her the combined juices of her brother and sister.
"Oh fuck Becky...gonna.." I moaned, feeling my orgasm build hard and fast.
"Well then," she said and stood up, dragging her pussy against my leg. I could feel the remnants of her wet heat and I swear I felt her dripping on me. She snapped the waistband of my shorts right on top of my dick; not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to stave off my third load of the day.
"Can't have you wasting all of that before breakfast," she said and skipped out of my room. It didn't dawn on me until her door shut behind her that she left the towel on my floor and my door wide open. After another second while my heart pumped blood back to my brain, I realized we may have had an audience...
Who was watching? Beth or Mom?
