Breakfast and boobs

"Girls! Breakfast!"

Emma awoke to the sound of her mom calling out to her from downstairs. With a yawn and a stretch, she examined the bag wrapped around her dick. It wasn't very full, which made sense; she had had a truly spectacular masturbation session right before bed, and didn't sleep for very long anyway. She made her way out to the first floor bathroom, intending to dump it out and join her family at the table. The bag sloshed with her fluids, swaying like a pendulum attached to her constant erection.

In the hallway, however, she saw her sister coming out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a bra. Emma's field of view immediately narrowed to those magnificent orbs, held in place by the thin black material of her undergarment. She let out a low moan as her dick resumed pumping the bag with precum.

Sarah noticed her stare, giving her an awkward smile. She thrust her chest slightly forward, causing Emma's dick let out a large blast of pre, audibly crinkling the bag. She watched her sister's tits jiggle slightly in their confines as Sarah walked back to her room.

Emma shook herself out of her stupor, and went to empty out her bag in the bathroom. It wasn't going to be long before she had to empty it out again, given that the leaky faucet that was her dick was going to very busy.

Down in the kitchen, her mother was at the stove, making pancakes. Her perfect, bare ass immediately drew Emma's attention as her dick started pumping harder.

"Morning, mom," Emma greeted, her eyes still glued to Angela's ass, as she filled up a glass of water and downed it. She had a bottle up in her room of course (her dick dehydrated her pretty quickly most days), but it was empty when she woke up, and she was really thirsty.

"Morning, dear," her mother seemed to be back to normal after yesterday night. She glanced back at her daughter and noticed her eyes fixated on her ass. She bit her lip and shook it slightly, giving it a delicious wobble that made Emma's dick twitch.

Emma sighed, half in arousal, half in irritation. Her body had already begun the process of turning the water she had just drank into more precum. She took a plate of pancakes, and then sat down at the table, engaging in idle conversation with her mom. All the while, her eyes were locked onto her mother's ass, up until she turned the stove off and joined her at the table.

Not long after, Sarah entered the kitchen, also grabbing a plate. Emma admired her sister's tight ass before she sat down, eyes immediately locking on her tits. Even under a plain, casual shirt, they still commanded her attention.

Everything almost felt like normal, except for the fact that Sarah seemed to avoiding looking at her. The awkwardness from yesterday's argument- argument? No, they hadn't fought in years.

Sure, they weren't very close - Emma made no secret about lusting over her sister. Sarah, despite enjoying her ogling, wasn't very comfortable with the other ways Emma expressed those feelings. While there wasn't anything technically wrong with what Emma did, it did put Sarah off, and she did tend to keep her at arms length. Still, it wasn't like their relationship was strained or anything. There were some annoying habits that you just had to put up with when you lived with other people.

Things got out of hand last night. Emma didn't know what she was thinking when she asked her out yesterday. Of course she couldn't say yes. Emma was her sister! But she should've also realized that Sarah simply didn't feel the same way she did. Sarah turned her down, gently, but firmly. And now they had to deal with this awkwardness, neither of them were quite sure how to interact with the other.

For a few moments, the table was quiet, except for the soft sound of crinkling plastic as Emma's dick continued it's quest to fill her bag. Angela gradually eased the tension, asking Sarah questions about her plans for the day until they were chatting away comfortably. Emma stayed out of the conversation, afraid that speaking up would bring that awkward silence back into the room. Besides, she was just fine admiring Sarah's breasts.

As they finished breakfast, and started heading off to do their own things, Sarah motioned to her. Hesitantly, Emma stayed back with her sister as their mother left the room.

"Hey," Sarah said cautiously. "We're cool, right?"

For once, Emma's eyes weren't focused on some part of her body, but instead fixed to the floor. "Yeah, we're cool."

Sarah sighed. "I'm sorry if I was a bit harsh yesterday. But what you were asking, Em . . . it just isn't possible. More importantly, I don't see you that way. You're my sister and I love you, but that's it."

Emma managed to look at her sister's face, and saw nothing but sincerity. "I'm sorry, too. I . . . I should've known better than to ask that. I love you, too."

Sarah spread her arms and embraced her, which immediately shorted Emma's brain. Even through two layers of clothes, the feeling of her tits mashed again her sister's smaller, more shapely ones was intense. Her pillar of girlmeat was pushed to the side, the base pinned to Sarah's hip.

Emma couldn't help it. She moaned in Sarah's ear, her cock throbbing as huge amounts of precum filled the bag with every pulse. With each throb, she could feel her massive girldick rub against her sister's bare hip.

More quickly than she would've liked, Sarah let go of her and stepped back, out of her twitching, spewing girlcock's reach. She coughed awkwardly, unable to look at Emma as she mumbled, "Glad we cleared that up."

As she hastily left, Emma wanted to call her back, to say she was sorry, to do something, anything, except moan softly as she continued pumping smaller and smaller spurts of pre into her bag. When her cock finally slowed down enough for Emma to catch her breath, her sister was long gone.

Fuck. Just when it seemed like they had made up, Emma had gone and made things awkward again. She was about to bury her face in her hands and scream in frustration, but she instead looked at the stairs leading up, her mind already at her desk.