Forget your situation..

Your fret over being caught in your friend's family retreat in his sister's clothes is being replaced by a familiar feeling deep inside your groin. Be it the late day sun coursing through your room, or the soundtrack provided by the couple in the room behind you, you begin to feel overheated after your nap.

Your lithe hands move to the zip on the tight jeans, as well as to the pink hoody's plastic clasp. You fingers undo the metal teeth binding the denim crotch, immediately allowing the growth in the cotton panties below to increase. You tear open the front of the hoody as well, your smooth bare chest meeting the relatively cool air of Richard's parent's room, making your nipples pop ceiling-ward as well.

The muffled squeaking behind you is joined by impassioned moans. The feminine voice is urging her mate on. You pretend she's talking breathily to you, rubbing your cock through the increasingly strained cotton as you whisper back to her.

The stimulation becomes too much for you. You stop, sit up and strip off the clinging hoody and shuck down the confining jeans. You lie back down and rip the panties down to mid-thigh as both lovers behind you start whelping and moaning. Your hand jacks furiously up and down the sweaty length of your pink cockshaft in time to their thumping.

As the couple cries out in passion, you spew cum high in the air, yelling out yourself as it splatters back on your chest.

Then, silence. Followed by.."What was that?" from a feminine voice. You freeze, hand still on cock.