I sat down on the couch, looking up at her, waiting to know how she will take care of it as she said.
You might be wondering why I changed my mind and come after I rejected the offer. My girlfriend broke up with me. Yeah. My lovely girlfriend. She caught me with her sister.
I hurt me but I won't blame myself. I tried the best I can to avoid the incidence but nature managed to have it way on the little chance I gave it.
I tried the best I could as a good lover but I couldn't keep it to end. For some part of the incidence, its her fault. How can you bring a grown up girl who is very beautiful, not just beautiful but a seductress, to come and stay with us. She should have not bring her along. I told her not to but she gave deaf ear to my suggestions.
It was spring break, and Monica (the sister) apparently had no place to go for the short holiday. She doesn't want to go ho
Finally it came free and she dragged it out of the car. She stood back up and looked at me, huffing slightly with reddened cheeks. A long strand of hair had fallen in front of her face and she blew on it, flustered. Looking back at me, she gave a triumphant, if sardonic, smile. "Whew! Do you have this affect onallthe girls?"I cocked an eyebrow at the comment, but didn't have time to reply before she shoved the overstuffed bag towards me. "Show me whatelseyou can do!"Reactively I lifted the bag and turned to the door. Vivian had just come back out and saw me. "Ah, is he being obedient now?" she called out laughingly."A perfect gentleman," Monica replied sweetly."Well that's good to hear! I'll make us up some eats. Lock the car up and come on in!"I rotated back around to bump the car door shut with my body, but Monica stood between me and it. "Could you
Vivian was only going into work for a few early hours the next day so she could spend the rest of it all with Monica. I was loafing around myself, planning to go in for a few hours in the afternoon, but I was still up early. Eventually Monica found her way out of bed and had taken a shower. I have to admit that at least a little part of me wanted to try andaccidentallyfind myself near the bathroom so I might get a chance to glimpse her in a towel. Once again I admonished myself and firmly planted my ass in the kitchen.Despite my halfway noble intentions, Monica decided to intervene. She came trotting out, a light purple towel wrapped around her body, her hair still wet and dripping down her shoulders. Entering the kitchen, she waved frantically at me."Sorry, but I totally need coffee! I always drink it while I, uh, dry off and get dressed…""Um, sure, there's still some left over. I'll uh, one sec&he
I realized with some shame that as soon as I was alone in the bedroom, my mind still recycling and replaying some of that recent exchange of words, that mymildexcitement had zero trouble growing into a full blown problem. Admonishing myself, I realized that at least my earlier anxiety helped to mask something of what I was really feeling. The problem being though, that I wasreally feelingsomething in the first place due to Monica. I tried to squelch my guilt and just put the entire thing out of my innocent mind. Readying myself with some haste, I escaped the apartment and told Vivian that I was heading into work for the afternoon, that someone called me to transport goods for him, hopefully to clear up most of the loose ends so I could relax away the majority of the week. Monica was in the guestroom, presumably getting dressed for the day, and so I avoided having to say anything to her. Regardless of
After dinner, the girls informed me we were going to have a 'pajama party' and watch a movie. They picked up some teen humor movie about hijinks in college. "So you can see what I have to put up with these days," Monica smiled. I wasn't really in the mood, but I knew better than to go against two women when they had their heart set on something frivolous. Vivian and I changed into pajamas; they were nothing special. Just your typical plaid pants and a tee-shirt. We came back out and put in the movie. Vivian immediately stole one side of the couch. Then patting the middle cushion next to her, "You can sit next to me!" I gave her a dry smile and drop in next to her. Honestly, it didn't occur to me right then that I'd be sitting in the middle of the both of the girls. Not untilshecame out. Monica's pajamas consisted of a pair of extremely tiny, pink shorts and a little top that cut away at the stoma
It wasn't long before, to my dismay, Monica made another move. I felt her hand gently rest along my thigh. She left it there, but softly squeezed and massaged it to make sure I knew about it. I did my best to push her hand away from me without causing much stirring under the blanket. I was petrified of Vivian knowing what was going on. Even though it was Monica coming on tome…I knew I was fucked if Melissa saw the effect it had on my d*ck. There would be no innocence onmypart either. Maybe five minutes later, Monica's hand slithered up my leg yet again. This time though, she didn't stop until she was at the base of my erection. Like before, she gently pushed into me between my thigh and d*ck, making me squirm under the blanket. I bit my tongue and pushed her away again. Her eyes never left the television, but I could see the small outline of a smirk on her lips. I tried to give her an angry glare, but she ignored me. She's really a witc
I looked at her pleadingly. Who knows whether I was begging her to stop or to finish me off… Suddenly my jaw fell open and I felt my climax swirling up. Monica didn't let up, and the first spray of cum shot out of me and into my boxers. I clamped my mouth shut and did my best to stifle a groan. She kept tugging at the base of my d*ck, squeezing me as it pulsed with each new spurt into my clothes.Shutting my eyes in ecstasy and embarrassment, I felt myself soak my underwear, cum trickling down my thigh. When it was all over, Monica invisibly removed her hand from my lap and left me alone. I sat there in between both girls, completely humiliated. I just let my girlfriend's little sister jack me off… right fucking next to her. And I'll be damned if it wasn't one of the best orgasms I've had.After the movie was over, Vivian was the first to get up off the couch. My heart had been racing a mile a minute, praying that she didn't kn
Without looking at me, she nearly purred, "Rest, huh? I thought you seemed a little, umm, on edge during the movie… Like the last thing you needed was sleep!"My blood started to boil (and not just from anger). Don't play this game with her! "Uh, look Monica… That was- that was a mistake…"She stopped pouring the cereal and looked at me inquisitively. "Watching the movie…?"Bitch! "No, not- Come on, don't play stupid with me!"Her jaw dropped open and she glared at me incredulously. Then she lowered her eyes and slowly closed her lips. Thoughtfully, she pouted, "I am only nineteen…"I shut my eyes and took a slow breath. Ignore her; don't let her get to you… "Look," I did my best to sound stern, opening my eyes again, "What happened last night, uh… It- nothing like that is going- um, going to happen again.""Hm
Eventually I ran out of things to do and started on my way back home. It was late in the afternoon and I knew Vivian would be back fairly soon anyway. Knowing that made me feel better; I wouldn't be alone with Monica for too long. I was determined to minimize any opportunity she had to tempt me… or toy with me… or whatever it is she did. It was only gonna be a week. Not even a full week. Surely it couldn't be that difficult to hold out. She'll probably get bored anyway. If she even really cared. Did I want her to…?When I got back, the first thing I noticed was the absence of my girlfriend's car. Damn. I went up the steps and let myself in with considerable anticipation. I wasn't even sure if Monica was going to be around. I tried not to admit that part of me wanted her to be waiting there for me…Once in, I noticed her right away. She was balled up on the couch with some paperback book raised up to her face. Beca