Madison wants the washing machine

You wake up from nice, sexy dreams and open your eyes to find yourself looking into the eyes of your redheaded sister Madison.

"Hey Tom, all your stuff is still in the washing machine," Madison says. "You gonna move it along?"

"You can move it," you say.

"Ha, I'll leave it on the floor," she says, shaking her head. Her long red hair swishes as she moves.

You shake some of the sleep out of your head and get up, hanging on to the waistband of your loose old sweatpants to keep them from falling down. You're pitching quite a tent up front. You think your dream was something about Mom and Taylor. Of course all that's more than just a dream now.

Madison follows you to the laundry alcove. You bend over, transferring your damp clothes from the washer to the dryer. You have to reach a little further for the last pair of socks, and your loose sweatpants fall down.

"Ah ha ha ha!" Madison laughs as she gets a look at your bare butt. "Nobody could say that you don't have balls."

"Hang on, Madison," you say. You kick the fallen pants off your feet so as not to trip, and complete your job, starting the dryer tumbling.

Then you turn around.

"Oh my God!" Madison says. She stares at your erection, eyes big and round. "Can I touch it?"

"Sure, whatever you like," you say.

Madison gets down on her knees in front of you. "Wow." She breathes in deeply. "Wow, can I kiss it?"

"Help yourself."

Madison's shy kisses turn to bolder ones, then licks, and finally she takes your cock head into her mouth.