Julia is giving me a hand job

{if GM==1}I am mesmerized by the sight of Julia-- her bare back turned towards me, and her right hand absentmindedly giving me a slow hand job. Her phone is on her left hand, and she is staring at it with apparent interest. She must be watching a movie.

I rub my eyes again and try to take stock of what is happening in front of me. My sister's gray thong is the only piece of clothing covering her-- unless that wireless earbud on her right ear also counts as clothing. But if she is watching a movie, why is she giving me a hand job? Unless she is watching some porn.

I **** myself to stop analyzing the situation and instead enjoy the treat from my sister. I close my eyes and try to stifle my groans as Julia increases her pace.

My cock is rock hard from my sister's ministrations and I just feel I am almost reaching the point of no return. I open my eyes slightly and notice that Julia is now facing my cock and watching it with clinical interest as I am about to shoot my load.

I close my eyes and savor the unbridled release of tension from the tightness imprisoning my entire body. I feel lightheaded, like a feather floating in the air. I drift deeper into vagueness as everything starts to swirl around me.

When I awaken, it is still dark and I have difficulty breathing. I reach around for my phone, and although I have already tapped on the flashlight option, there still appears to be parts of my vision that are still darkened.

Despite the aches that appear to be in every part of my body, I **** myself to get up and walk groggily towards the switch for my bedroom lights. As I gaze at myself in the mirror, a disheveled horrid sight stares back at me.

Julia has managed to tie her thong on my face, like it was some face mask-- the crotch positioned over my nose and mouth. As I realize I am inhaling the sweetness of Julia's fluids, my cock stirs for attention.

I rip the thong off my face then glance down at my crotch and notice my dried cum. I decide to have a shower, where I end up fapping again. They say the shower is a good place to develop creative ideas. But I can't seem to find a creative way to have my questions answered. Maybe, when Julia is away, I could check her room for clues. The suspense of waiting for information from the Police Department is driving me nuts.

While drying myself, I glance at my face in the mirror. A few red marks left by the thong still remain. Damn Julia. She always takes advantage of me. I think I really need to go to the gym, so at least I'd be strong enough to get her off me. Maybe I should just use a hoodie to cover the marks.

My morning alarm hasn't yet sounded when I exit my room. I proceed outside the building to immerse myself in the coolness of the early morning air. A few minutes later, Julia comes out, her face with a radiant glow. "You're early today, bro. I like that."

I ignore her comment as we head along our usual jogging path.

"Why the hoodie, and why the attitude?" She asks. I glance at her. She's in matching purple jogging shorts and tank top.

Should I be mad at her for marking my face? But why does my cock throb when I smell her scent?

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