Someone familiar pays a visit.

Shelly moaned into your cock and completely shook her whole body in absolute bliss as she exploded her pussy juice all over your face.

You pull your tongue out with a gasp of air, your head completely drenched in your sister's orgasm fluids. For someone who's never even touched a girl's vagina before, you thought eating someone out would be pretty hard, but for some reason it seemed like you were a complete natural at this despite it being your first time.

Shelly had you pinned underneath her as she was upside down and gobbling your cock up like she always does. Bobbing her head like a jackhammer, she rapidly took your cock in and out of her throat in a crazed frenzy.

You felt your cock pressure rising and you gripped on to the bed tightly with a moan, thrusting your hips into her wanting mouth.

"John! Shelly! Wake uuup~! I made grilled steak for breakfast!" Mom called out just moments before your climax.

"I- I'M UP- I'M UP AND- I'M CUMMING!" You ended up shouted as your head lurched back.

Another blast of jizz spilled out from your cock was instantly swallowed down your sister's skilled throat. Your sister kept sucking as hard as she could to make sure you completely emptied your balls, not wanting to leave behind even a single speck.

You sighed in relief after it was all over.

Shelly collapsed on top of you, sliding your cock out of her mouth with a lewd slurp. "Oh god... Oh god... We are going to do this everyday from now on. That was the best sex I've ever had in my life..." She said, breathing heavily with a smile before licking your cock clean.

"I don't think I can go on if we seriously do this everyday... I don't have the stamina for it..." You groaned, your dick extremely sensitive to her touch now that you've jizzed in her mouth for the fifth time this morning.

You were only planning on letting Shelly take care of your morning wood, but then one thing led to another and then you found yourself fucking her face for literally two hours straight. Who knew you had so much in you in just only two hours?

"John, tell me the truth..." She started, still trying to catch her breath, "You're still a virgin, right? One hundred percent honest to god, pure virgin? I'm asking again because there's no way that can be true. That tongue of yours is definitely not a virgin. That is the tongue of an almighty Roman god, and I find it hard to believe you've never had a girlfriend before this."

"Dunno what to say." You shrugged, "I have never sucked on a girl's clit before in my entire life until today."

Although... In the back of your head, a sense of familiarity tingles you.

Your sister turns her body around to snuggle up against you, her boobs smushed against your arm and her head nearly inches away from your own. You both can almost smell each other's own fluids in the other's mouths.

"Fuck, John, I am going to absolutely hate whoever's gonna be your girlfriend if it means she gets to keep you all to yourself..." Shelly giggled, "Promise me you'll pick a girl who's absolutely fine with sharing you to others, okay?"

"That's gonna be... kinda difficult to find..." You raised an eyebrow at that.

You see Shelly start leaning her head in to kiss you, and you instinctively turn your head away with a blush.

She noticed this, and with a frown, she asked, "You don't like kissing me?"

"It... It's still weird..." You admitted. "Kissing is different than a blowjob... It's more intimate... I feel like I should only do that with girls that I... you know, love, or something... Not my own sister."

She gave a lighthearted scoff, before kissing you on the cheek. "Fine, whatevs Casanova."

"Shelly? Are you up yet?" You heard mom call out again.

"Yes mom! I'm awake!" Shelly shouted back. Then she sighed, standing up from your bed, leaving behind a trail of her juice leaking out. "Shit... Gonna need a shower. Hey little brother, wanna join me in my bathroom? I'll let you wash me wherever you waaaant~!" Shelly teased with a flirty wink.

"I'm scared we'll end up doing something more if I do. Plus, I just came about five times in the past two hours, I seriously need a moment to breathe." You told her, "So I'll pass on that."

"Your loss!" She cheerfully waved, before leaving the room.

You sighed and flopped back in your bed.

You know, it wasn't only but a week ago when you used to have a normal boring relationship with your sister. It's really hard to believe that this was your life now.

Can it get any weirder from here on out?

Without bothering to answer your own question, you got out of bed and prepared for the day.

Morning passed by peacefully enough. You silently ate your grilled steak with your mom and sister at the dining table. Things were quiet and normal like it always have been.

Tomorrow is gonna be Monday, so that means needing to go back to school... Bleugh...

The weekends never stay long enough for you to enjoy it...

*Ding Dong*

The doorbell rings, echoing across the house.

Your mom took one more bite of her steak before stepping away to answer the door.

As she got out of view, you heard her open the door and ask, "Yes, what do you need?"

"Hello, is this John Doe's residence?"

You perked up, hearing a familiar voice. Who was that? Nobody usually ever visits you before.

"Yes, it is. Do you know my son?"

"I do, in fact. My name is Miss Cardigan, I'm his History teacher from the high school. You must be his mother, then?"

Miss Cardigan? What?

You got up from your seat to walk over to the door. Sure enough, there was your ever cold, strict, and professional teacher. Miss Cardigan.

From the last time you saw her, you remembered her being in the worst of moods. Something pissed her off so badly that even the entire class couldn't deal with it.

She looked better now though. Although, you probably can't tell. She never changes her expression that much besides the rare few moments, like when she cried after you hugged her in class. It was hard to get a grip on her sometimes. Hopefully she's feeling better than the last time.

"Oh, you're my son's history teacher! Come in then!" Your mom cheerfully welcomed your teacher in.

As soon as Miss Cardigan saw you in the living room, it almost looked like her eyes lit up. Just for tiny fraction of a second though. Enough to make you think it was only your imagination.

"Ah, John. Good morning to you." Miss Cardigan nodded to you with a formal smile.

"Hi, Bella." You waved back.

Wait, Bella? The hell did that come from?! That just came out of nowhere! You've never called her by her first name before! Why the hell did you suddenly start now?! That was like pure instinct!

"Uh- I'm sorry, I meant Miss Cardigan!" You hastily corrected yourself, not wanting to seem rude or disrespectful.

She seemed flustered a bit when she heard you call her by her first name, but awkwardly coughed in her hand "It's fine. We're not in school right now, so I don't mind you referring to my by my first name. Although, I would appreciate it if you don't make that a habit once we're in class." She warned you with a stern look.

"Uh... Right..." You chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry..."

"So what brings you over? Is everything okay with John?" Your mom asked nervously.

Miss Cardigan collected her thoughts for a moment before answering, "That's what I'm here to talk about, I'm afraid... I've actually been worried about John's lack of attention in class lately."

Lack of attention? What?

"Lack of attention? What?" Mom echoed your thoughts exactly, "Are you saying John has been slacking off recently?"

"Not necessarily. Grade-wise, he's doing fine. Above-average grades, so far." She went on to explain, "I've just been noticing his **** disinterest whenever he's in class. He shows no sign of participation, and always seems annoyed whenever called upon. There have also been times when I've caught him distracted more than once while in the middle of our class History Review. I'm worried that if he keeps this behavior up, sooner or later, he'll start falling behind from the rest of his classmates."

Eugh... That doesn't sound good...

"John! Is all of this true?!" Mom turned to you with admonishment, "Have you been falling behind in class?!"

"I-I didn't think I was! I mean, sure, I tend to get extremely bored more often than not, but... I mean..." You faltered, unable to create an argument to defend yourself.

Honestly, everything Miss Cardigan said definitely sounds like you. You weren't the type of guy who actively tries to participate or jump into school activities. You do the bare minimum at best just to get by.

But, I mean, you still bring home good grades! Wasn't that enough?!

"Oh, John, what am I suppose to do with you..." Mom sighed disappointedly.

"That's actually where I come in." Miss Cardigan spoke up again. "I've been reorganizing and taking time off my schedule in order to perhaps fit some tutoring sessions with John. I came here to ask John if he was busy, and hopefully get either his or your permission to allow me to take him back to my apartment so that I could help him refocus and catch up with his studies."

Wait, tutoring sessions? With Miss Cardigan?!

Aw god damn it, that sounds soooo booooriiiiiiing! Not to mention it was with one of the most strictest and coldest teachers in your school! She'll probably work you to tears like a **** driver! You'll be reduced to a dry husk stuck in a boredom coma forever!

"Miss Cardigan, I really don't think-" you began to argue, before your mom immediately cuts in.

"That sounds like a splendid idea!" She smiled cheerfully, "I'll make sure John changes his schedule to accommodate yours immediately! When do you want him to start?"

GOD DAMN IT MOM

"I actually came by hoping to pick him up and get started today?"

"Of course! He doesn't have any plans right now so he'll be happy to go with you!"

"Wait, hold on Mom, can't I just-"

Mom glared at you with her most fearsome stare, her eyes piercing right into your soul and curb stomping whatever words of resistance you had left in you.

"..." You decided to stay silent, preferring to keep your life instead.

"So it's decided then! John will come over to your house for a tutoring session! How long did you say these will last again?" Mom asked.

"Well, I made enough time to clear up Sundays and Mondays after-school. So, two tutoring sessions on those days every week. Is that acceptable?"

"That sounds like a wonderful schedule!" Mom clapped happily.

Somebody please kill me before I kill myself.

You gave a pleading look over to Shelly, hoping she might be able to jump in and vouch for you, or at least argue against this on your behalf...

Biting her grilled steak, she looked at you and gave a tearful farewell, "I'll forever mourn your loss, dear brother! Your legacy will never be forgotten!"

Damn smartass.

Incestous relationship or not, your older sister still acted like your older sister.

Uuuughhhhh...

After finishing breakfast, your mom packed you some leftovers as lunch and sent you packing as she kicked you out of the house.

With no other choice, you followed Miss Cardigan to her car and sat in the passengers seat.

She didn't say anything to you as she silently got the car out to the road and started driving.

Great... Juuuust great...

Well, at least you were finally alone with her. Maybe now that your mom wasn't here to interrupt you every chance she got, you might be able to talk to Miss Cardigan and convince her that you don't need the extra tutoring session.

"Look, Bella, I know that you're just doing what you think is best for me, but-"

"You're still calling me Bella?" She asked.

Shit, she's right, what the hell? Since when did this become habit?

"Sorry, I didn't mean to! I don't know why, it just sort of keeps slipping out of my mouth before I can realize it!" You apologized again.

"It's okay... I really don't mind, to be honest. Actually, you can keep calling me Bella if you want to." She giggled, "I like hearing you say my name..."

You blinked.

Did she just giggle? Did she just say that she liked hearing you say her first name?

What?

"You don't have to worry, John. I'm not actually taking you out just for some tutor session. Everything I just said to your mom was actually a lie I made up on the spot. You're doing great in school."

Whaaaaat?!

"B-But, wait, what? What...?" You stammered, completely confused right now.

"I'm sorry if you had any plans today! I just... I just wanted to find an excuse to be alone with you..." She stopped the car in front of a red traffic light, before looking at you with an embarassed smile. "Do you... Um... maybe wanna go out on a date with me? My treat."

You stared at her.

You stared at her for the longest time.

Miss Cardigan asked you out on a date. Your history teacher asked you out on a date. Your strict, cold, professional history teacher, who has never once shown any romantic interest towards you during your entire time in high school, asked you, her student, out on a date. An older woman with a sexy hourglass figure and hips sculpted perfectly to birth children, asked you, some generic-ass boring awkward teenager in highschool, out on a date.

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