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 my mild excitement 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 was really feeling something 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.
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
She made a pouting noise and looked back at me. "Come on… Show me what- what a bad…" she gave her ass a loud spank and cried a little moan, "…bad girl I've been…"Oh please let me…! "N-no! Get a- get a hold of yourself!" I cried, anxious and desperate."Mm… Please don't… don't make me beg!" she purred. "I feel like, like such a slut when I- when I beg…"Every time she opened her mouth, I swear my cock screamed a little harder to be let out. There were only two thoughts going through my head at that moment. First: to escape the kitchen and get the holy hell away from Monica. Two: … Drop my pants, grab her hips, and fuck her until I can't hold it anymore. Put them together, and you get one petrified guy who can't move either way."Kay… Uh- Monica… I'm not- I… I won't do, uh- this with you…""
That evening was painful. Despite the fact that Monica played it cool and didn't let on what happened, I was constantly anxious that she was going to say something. I fretfully hung onto every word she said, making sure she didn't incriminate me… And always listening for a double entendre. Not that I *wanted* to hear one… Sort of… Maybe the worst part was Vivian got irritated at me for going out by myself for the day. Why didn't I stay and keep her sister company? Why couldn't I have taken her with me? She's only here for a few days, blah blah blah. I tried my best to make an excuse, but she wouldn't bite. What could I do? I wasn't about to tell my girlfriend that her sister was trying to seduce me. And succeeding. By the time we went to bed, Vivian was still annoyed with me. "You better not ditch her tomorrow," she warned. I faintly thought to myself, 'How am I going to get through the day?' I was still horny from earlier. It was all I
"She's like, a total exhibitionist. Once, she wanted to make this boy jealous so she, um…" she trailed off shyly.I could have tried to let the conversation die right there. I knew she was trying to bate me. I'm not an idiot… Well, actually I guess I am, 'cause I fell for it. "Yeah?" I asked offhandedly."Oh, well… There was this guy, Will. He was trying to like, get with Holly, right? And he's totally cute, so she was interested. Anyway, one night at a party, when Holly wasn't there, he totally hit on me! And I was like, what the hell, you know? So I played him on for the night...""How surprising," I said deprecatingly. I had given up on the paper by this point and watched her expectantly. My best efforts went into looking her in the eye and not giving her the satisfaction of ogling her chest.&