A late night encounter.

Chapter 3 – Putting a Plan Together (continued)

He woke up in a panic, managing to shove a hand into his sweat pants and tightly grasp his throbbing erection just in time to cut off the first spurt from his wet dream. There was still a damp spot inside his underwear, but he hadn’t made a huge mess… yet. But he was throbbing angrily, his cum trying to push out, even though there was nowhere for it to go.

He was out of bed and hobbling toward the bathroom before he had time to think, still pulsing in his pants. He managed to get his pants and underwear down with his free hand, and stood over the toilet before finally releasing his deathgrip on his hard cock. He groaned as his semen flowed out of his still stiff erection and down into the toilet bowl, pushed out by the pressure he’d built up, and the last few aftershocks of his orgasm. It wasn’t a lot, he’d kept most of it in, it seemed, but it was still a pain to deal with, especially since it kept oozing out bit by bit while he stood there going soft.

“Jesus!” His sister’s voice from the doorway shook him so badly that he fell back, toward the tub, landing on his ass. The door had been open a crack, and she’d come to investigate, but now closed the door rather loudly. “Why didn’t you close the door?” She called to him from the hallway.

Jason cleaned himself up as quickly as he could, and washed his hands before rushing out to make sure his sister wasn’t too traumatized by this experience. He found her in the kitchen, a cup of milk held between her hands, her hair still mussed, and her eyes foggy with sleep.

“Sorry, I was in a hurry. I woke up and just barely made it to the toilet without making a mess.” He explained.

“That must have been what woke me.” Alex mumbled, then set her half-full cup down. “I’ll be right back; don’t go back to bed just yet?”

He nodded as she disappeared into the restroom this time. Jason started to reach into his pocket, only to find it empty. Then he quickly moved into his room to retrieve his phone from his nightstand, brought it back out to the kitchen and unlocked it to check his MRE app.

Alexandra Kelly

Relationship: Brother

Prominent Attitudes (out of 100): Affection 90, Friendship 71, Love 70, Playfulness 68, Loyalty 59, Protectiveness 48, Admiration 38, Trust 35, Worry 29, Submissiveness 10, Lust 7 (+1)

Special Traits: Fantasy Crush, Taboo Kink

Temporary Traits: Confused Lust, Lesser Protective Ward

When Alex returned he slipped his phone into his pocket and put on his most remorseful expression. “I’m really sorry, Alex, I didn’t…”

“It’s fine.” She held up a hand, “It was my fault anyways. I could see the light on, I just wasn’t thinking when I started to push the door open. I should have knocked, or called out, or… something.” She shrugged, and it was all Jason could do not to glance down at the way her unsupported breasts shifted under her pajama top. Really it was just an old oversized t-shirt. In fact…

“Is that my shirt?” He blinked.

She looked down, and had the decency to blush. “Uh, yeah… I guess it is.” She muttered, seeing the logo of a local theme park where he’d purchased it a few years back. “It’s really comfy.”

Jason shook his head. “I’d been wondering where it had gone.” He wasn’t strongly attached to it, but it made him wonder about a few others of his shirts that he hadn’t seen in a while.

Alex’ blush deepened, and she got a mischievous glint in her eye, “Do you want it back?” She asked, starting to pull one arm into the sleeve as if she was going to take it off right in front of him…