Heather

With a grin, Billy reached out mentally for his obnoxious sister, asleep in her room across the hall. After a moment of fiddling with her dreaming mind, his bedroom door silently swung open. The young man watched Heather step into the room, blissfully asleep and unaware of what she was doing. His sister ghosted towards him and knelt before him, her brown eyes closed as she opened her mouth. Dreamily, she wrapped her lips about his warm, hard cock and began to suck at Billy’s member.

The young man looked down upon Heather’s bobbing head, her dark hair rising and falling rhythmically, with manic glee. This’ll serve the bitch right, he thought darkly. She’ll wake up in the morning with an odd taste in her mouth and think nothing of it, barely even able to recall this as a dream.

Yes! Billy grinned in exultation, shooting his sperm down his sister’s throat. Take that bitch! Suck up my cum! Lick up every last drop!

With a small smile, Heather lapped up his ejaculate, her tongue rough upon his limping penis. Lifting her fingers, she even scraped away a small amount of the milky white fluid from her chin and daintily ran her tongue about her manicured nails for the viscous substance.

With a sigh, the young woman stood up from her knees and walked out of the room, her dreamy face full of satisfaction.

That’s interesting, Billy noted, watching his sister as she left. She’s always said blowjobs were disgusting and perverted, so why did Heather seem to enjoy it? He grunted as he returned his head to the pillow. We’ll just have to see how she reacts in the morning, I guess. The young man yawned his eyelids fluttering and drifted back to sleep with a smirk.