AR - Endgame Part 7

You stretch and yawn. The movie’s on half-over, but you pat Adella’s leg anyway. The couch isn’t quite big enough for you, Adella, Mom, and Kayla anyway.

“Bedtime,” you say.

“Huh? It just started,” your mom says, sipping her hot chocolate. Kayla doesn’t even look away from the screen. She’s eating peanut brittle.

“We have to be training in seven hours,” you say.

“You have to be?”

“It’s in my contract.” Even when FUTA is on a break, you have to stay in shape.

“Mandated exercise. Yeesh,” Mom mutters.

“I guess I’d do it for that money,” Kayla notes, still watching the movie.

“Do you want breakfast?” Mom asks as you and Adella stand up.

“Don’t get up for us. Sleep in,” you say.

Adella follows you upstairs. She’s not quite as enthusiastic about this training routine as you are because she isn’t being paid to do it. But she’s an athlete at heart and her pride wouldn’t let her stay home while you’re in training. So she’ll be at your side the whole time, just like she stands at your side as you’re both brushing your teeth.

In your room, you turn off the light. In the moonlight, you gesture invitingly to Adella, who does her best not to laugh as she crawls into your twin bed. You slip in with her. She settles on her back with her arm around you.

You can hear the movie playing downstairs.

Adella’s watching you. You return her gaze expectantly. You were just thinking about what it used to be like in this room. You used to hate it. But right now, everything is perfect.

“If we shake some dust from the ceiling, your mother would be distracted from thinking about where she saw your car,” Adella suggests lightly.

You snort. Not happening. But Adella’s got that smirk. You roll your eyes and reposition, scowling at her as you run your hand down her body and into her shorts. You can quietly bring her off with your hand; that will put her right to sleep without disturbing or embarrassing anyone.

With that cocky look, she gets comfortable. You gaze into each other’s eyes for several moments as you pull lazily.

“Your sister would work out with us sometime,” Adella suggests hesitantly. You stop pulling and grab her fleshy foreskin between your thumb and forefinger, threatening to twist. You raise an eyebrow.

Adella looks up and to the right, which is her idea of a concession. You go back to stroking and she lets out a sigh of satisfaction, biting her lip for a second and suppressing a groan. She’s got that look on her face. She wants to kiss you, but you keep doing what you’re doing.

“Were those new jeans that your mom was wearing?” Adella asks after a moment.

You were getting into it, enjoying the huge shaft filling your head. “I think so. Why?” you ask distractedly.

“No reason. Did you think of your MILF fantasy yet? Because I thought of mine,” Adella says.

Your eye twitches.

“OK, you shut up now,” you say, and lean in to seal her mouth with a kiss.

[ The End - Just kidding! We're back. ]