Give Laura the attention she deserves

After seeing Laura lay on the bed idle, magazine in hand, you decide you turn your attention to her. It is her birthday after all.

“Yeah…okay…Hold up a moment.”

Jessica, covering the mouthpiece of the phone, headed toward the door, her face looking like she was trying to hold back a smile. Judging by the situation, you figure that Jessica is talking with her mother about birthday plans, or some other arrangement for Laura’s party. However, you put that at the back of your mind and go inspect Laura.

Attention still absorbed in her magazine, you grab Laura’s rear, feeling her up through the fabric of her sweatpants. The thought that you are groping an eighteen year old girls’ bottom within the confines of her room just fills you with certain ecstasy.

Or something...

Your recipients allowing it, or more correctly, being flat out oblivious to it, is like the extra freshly churned ice cream on top of a homemade, hot moist cake. Speaking of ice cream, you think of a sinfully delicious idea, as you stop manhandling Laura’s ass, and make your way back downstairs.

Heading to the fridge, you happen to spot Jessica again, fully naked, on the side of one of the black couches in the living room; one of her legs casually slung over the back. She is still speaking on the phone in a hushed tone, her head occasionally glancing back at the staircase where you just came from. You decide to listen in to the conversation a bit before going to the kitchen.

“So we have the whole family coming in today?” Jessica says.

“Yes honey, and also make sure you keep the house clean, your cousin Audrey is coming over in ten minutes to bring the cake she made. You know she took your aunt’s already famous recipe, and somehow makes it taste twice as good," replied the mother.

Meanwhile, you rest two of your fingers on her foot hanging at the end of the couch, and move them slowly down her leg, like a caterpillar on a branch, ending with you inserting them in her warm insides.

“Oh man I’ve been hearing about it, I can’t believe she is bringing it today. She hardly ever cooks! I think she is too judgmental on herself and is pretty insecure because Uncle Morty is so militant, being in the army and all. Oh, yeah, you need me to go get anything at the store?”

“Well you know your Uncle,” the mom says chuckling. “Yeah, could you to also stop by the store and grab some plastic utensils, paper plates, and a lot of ice cream for the guests sweetie? We might eat here before everyone heads out, and we only have about a fourth of that Dryer’s Vanilla I bought the other day. Make sure your sister doesn’t find out about anything as well! And also…”

At this point rather bored, and hearing what you need to know, you remove your fingers from Jessica’s womanhood, and like earlier when you fondled her chest, her body responded against her notice.

Your fingers are wet from her naturally made juices covered all over them, with Jessica's pussy glistening from the rays of sunlight streaking through the window. You grab Jessica’s brown hair and wipe your fingers clean, clumping her hair a bit, and head toward the kitchen to the refrigerator. Glancing at the design you noticed that it is very high end, with an ice/shaved maker, water dispenser, and even an electronic thermostat on the front that measures the optimal freezer/fridge temperatures. Thinking back to the 65" plasma tv in the living room, and the way the house was furnished, you see that the family is actually very well off. Shuffling in the freezer past a few items, you find the ice cream that you were looking for, grab a spoon in one of the drawers, and hurry back upstairs.

Laura, no longer reading, is on her back in bed listening to music, shuffling through songs on her playlist. Her knees are arched up bent skyward, and her small toes still wiggling close to the edge of the bed. You set down the ice cream and the spoon to the side and get started. First, you put each of your hands on one knee and slowly spread her legs apart, making sure to keep both her feet touching each other like some kind of yoga pose. Next, you put your “third leg” in between her feet, pumping through them back in forth, enjoying the feeling of her casually moving her toes, unknowingly giving you a foot job. As soon as your member is hard enough, you push her legs back together, lift up her pink shirt to her navel, and grab the hem of her sweatpants.

Not wanting to completely remove them, you maneuver them down to a little below her knees, her white pink floral pattern panties soon following afterwards. Laura bobs her head to the rhythm of the music, not minding at all that her undergarments are pulled down, and that her special area between her legs is on display. Opening up the ice-cream and scoping up a little more than a spoonful, you open her legs back up and maneuver in between them, careful not to overstretch her sweatpants or panties.

“I guess it’s time for birthday girl to receive her pre-party treat. Or a treat for me at least. Consider it a gift from yours truly,” you exclaim, as you slowly let the ice cream slide off the spoon dropping directly on her labia.

You’re not entirely sure, but you could have sworn to hear her wince, but she could have just been her chanting along with the song. You start to lap up the dessert, feeling her pussy shrivel in response to the sudden temperature change. The sensation of tasting the cold ice cream against her warm womanhood gets surprisingly addicting, with the bumps of your tongue going against the goose bumps forming around her lower half. Stomach growling, you are reminded of how long it has been since you ate something, and you start eating her out like a feral lion finding a fresh gazelle.

Scoop after scoop is placed in your human dessert dish with the spoon, with no doubt in your mind she is reacting now. Her legs and eyes are slightly twitching every time you serve yourself a fresh scoop on her, and her breathing gets heavier as your tongue crawls more inside her, slurping out the excess ice-cream like the bottom of an ice cream cone. Finally the carton goes empty, and you throw away the spoon, line your manhood with her sticky insides, and start ramming her, with her small, thin frame shaking at every thrust. She starts to sing out the song she was listening in on to no avail, the pleasure her body is feeling taking over her vocal tracks. Hearing her being interrupted every second with grunts and moans of her pleasure having sex, put you on end.

Even though she does not realize she is about to climax, her body does, and she drops her music player while her hands limps to the side, and she releases all on her sheets, with a final heavy sigh. About to finish the race yourself, you stand straight up on her bed, your legs on both sides of her, and right above her, you rain down on her. Her stomach and lower area gets barraged with cum, and some especially huge globs hit her face, mucking up the lens on her glasses. The sticky combination of your saliva and cum, some remands of melted ice-cream, and Laura’s own juices is more than a site to behold showcasing between her legs.

“Happy 18th birthday Laura,” you tell her mischievously.
If she hadn’t enjoyed the experience, you know you have.

“Hey Laura, I’m about to go to the store to pick up some stuff, you need anything?" Jessica says coming up the stairs, her tits quivering up and down per step.

“Yeah I wanna get a bag of chips, let me come with you so I can get the correct brand,” Laura says while getting up, nearly colliding into Jessica, undergarments still hanging around the knees.

“Whoa no, that’s okay clumsy, just tell me, I’ll go myself,” Jessica says quickly, not really caring about her sister looking like she was caught masturbating with a fetish for ice cream.

“What you have something planned for me,” Laura says slyly, nearing colliding into her dresser next. "Man I think I need a new glasses prescription.” Laura was equally not caring that her sister was walking around in her birthday suit on Laura's birthday.

“Wow are you sure you are okay? You’re crashing into more things than Godzilla today. Maybe you do need to change your lenses. Anyways you won’t hear anything from me regarding plans,” Jessica says while winking. “I’m out!”

“Well I’m gonna go to the bathroom and prepare to get dressed. You know just in case something is going on today, or I go somewhere special” Laura says while winking back at the wrong direction.

You wonder why Laura keeps moving so funny, and then let out a chuckle when you observe that her glasses are plastered with your seed, and she can’t see the reason why she is so blind literally and figuratively. Since it was caused by you, neither sister is none the wiser of a strangers hot cum practically dripping in front of Laura’s eyes, blinding her normal sight.

Thirsty, you head back downstairs to get a bottle of water, Jessica soon rushing past you. “Shit! I forgot that Audrey should be here any minute! I gotta rush!” Taking a quick drink of water from the gallon of spring water found in the fridge, you decide your next plan of action.

You could go back upstairs and accompany Laura, as she goes through her dressing routine to get ready. You could play with her in the shower, mess with her when she blow dries her hair, arrange her wardrobe when she gets dressed, or anything you can think of.

You could tag along with Jessica as she gets in butt naked in her car, or manipulate the situation where she can’t even start it, taking her keys from the ignition, or moving her hands before she touches the gears. You could have fun with her driving on the road, giving you head as she tries to maneuver around the streets (or having sex under her while she drives). You could even tag with her to the store, and open up all sorts of possibilities there.

Alternately, you could wait for their cousin Audrey to show up and have some fun with her at the front door and beyond. Or maybe that’s the doorbell you hear now, and Audrey is at the door with Jessica running into her. You could cause all sort of situations with all three young women being at the house, one who is already nude, and another caught with her pants down, and glasses tinted.

Or are you a party guy and want to and stay for the celebration whether it be at the house, or whether they take a limo to somewhere else.

It may be Laura’s birthday and she will get to blow out the candles, but the final wish is always yours.

What do you chose?