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Chapter 7 by d155231 d155231

What's next?

You need to get out, find another mouth to fuck, anyone.

You head for the door.

But before you can get there, it opens.

It is your sister. The wind from outside blows her long dark red hair into the house as she steps in the door.

"I'm home."

You've stopped in your tracks. God, you are surrounded by these sexy, crazy women. You think about what your mother had said, "You know it is your sister's 18th birthday tomorrow and she has been looking forward to adulthood so much. We have a shopping trip planned for the day, I got her an excuse for school and of course she is so eager to finally be able to offer her mouth for you!"

She hasn't noticed you. And you take a moment to take in her loveliness again, as she puts her things away.

She can't weigh more than 110 lbs. Her hair, reddish brown nearly hip length. The stilettos are a bit much, but seem to point to a very confident and indulgent sexuality.

Then before you can take it all in, she notices you. She rolls her eyes, and walks swiftly passed you.

You wonder what you have done to deserve such a greeting from your sister, but they you remember your mother's words, "A good brother includes his sister in his life, instead of shutting her out. The poor girl has been so jealous of all the girls in the neighbourhood, whose mouths you have been using for the last few years, not to mention all those college girls who must be slobbering all over your penis. She really hopes you at least give her a chance."

Anyway you are full sprung.

You can hear your mother and your sister whispering intimately in the kitchen as you make your way to the door.

You grab the doorknob. The frustration is making your head spin. Two ten/ten women, each practically begging in their own way to be of service, of slobbering, eyes locked, no hands, back of the throat service. And you can't have them.

You walk out of the house. You want head so much it makes you dizzy.

A car pulls into the driveway. You think for a moment it might be your dad. The possibility turns to jealousy that mixes with the frustration of the day so far. Would he fuck your sister's throat?

But two long legs in chunky heels hit the pavement. It was Elizabeth, your sister's best friend.

"Hi, John, is Conny here?"

You don't answer.

What's next?

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