Night visits

Of course I had played with time, so while it was quite late at the Prince house when I left, back at my house I had only been gone for a bit. Everyone had dinner without me and the girls had finished their homework and were hanging out. Thomas was playing video games (probably wouldn't see him more tonight; I did yell trough his door to remind him that tomorrow was a school day), and Charlie went to bed early, as had been her want lately.

I was watching the news when Sarah came out to wish me goodnight, wearing her bathrobe. Ashley was behind her, also in a robe, which was just slightly open, showing a bit of her frilly pink nightie. "Good-night, Mr. Mallory. Thanks for letting me stay over", Ashely said. "Not that you really need to. Sorry about my parents. I still can't believe they won't leave me alone in the house when I'm 18." she gripped, as the pair headed back to Sarah's room.

I gave them about twenty minutes to hang out, then I had them go to bed early, and I walked into Sarah's room as Tom O'Malley, deciding I want one more bit of fun before Ashley went home (her parents would be back by the end of school Monday). Sarah has a large bed that she can share when friends sleep over, and the both of them were laying there, fast asleep, with the covers pulled up. I knelt by the side of the bed and gently touched Ashley on the shoulder to wake her. She blinked groggily, then realized who I was. "Tom! What... how did you get in here?" She asked in a whisper, looking over at Sarah, who was still sleeping soundly.

"With love's light wings, I over perched these walls," I said grinning. I knew her English class had just finished Romeo and Juliet, and she giggled at the joke even though I had mangled it, then covered her mouth, looking at Sarah again. "And something something this place be certain **** I can't remember the words, but you're not supposed to be here," she replied softly, frowning. "How did you get in here? Tom, you've got to leave. Mr. Mallory will kill you if he sees you in here with us."

"He'll never catch me," I said (well obviously) making sure she didn't question it, and lifted the covers, reaching down to grab her satin-clad butt. "Eros doth grant me free passage to yonder maiden fair," I improvised. She giggled again, but then got serious. "Tom, you've really got to go. Stop that," she added, as I stroked her ass, then her back, lifting her top upward to expose her little breasts. "Why? Doesn't it feel good?" I asked. I upped her sensitivity (making sure not to go as far as I had with Sharon earlier) and she almost purred as I stroked her back. "Ooh, it feels so good, but you've got to leave. We'll get in trouble," she added, her voice trembling with desire as I leaned forward to kiss her. I got in the bed with her, running my hand under her pajama bottoms as we kissed. She shuddered with pleasure as my hand caressed her soft flesh, but was stealing glances at Sarah frantically between kisses. Sarah nor anyone else was going to awaken, But I was kind of enjoying Ashley's concern, so I only tamped down on her worry a little. As we kissed and my hand reached its target, she was already getting aroused, so she was super conflicted.

"No, we can't do this," she said in an uncertain voice, still protesting. "You'll wake Sarah," she added weakly, although by now it seemed to have been demonstrated pretty decisively that Sarah was too deep a sleeper (because I made sure she wouldn't wake up) for this to wake her. I removed Ashley's concern about being found out because (it was getting to be a drag), and I stripped off my clothes and threw them to the side of the bed. "No, we won't, we'll be very quiet," I told, her, not intending to follow through. I kissed her again, and raised her loose satin top all the way to her neck to kiss each of her perfect little breasts. Then I kissed down her belly, pulling her bottoms away to expose her. My finger entered her vagina and found it thoroughly wet, despite the situation. "No, we can't do this..." she kept saying (I took away her worry, not her scene of wrongness), but her hips thrusting back at my hands told a different story. I placed myself over her as her legs spread to welcome me, and we kissed deeply as my cock slipped into her.

"Oh yes, Tom," she sighed quietly. We lay locked together in our embrace, not moving. "I don't even care if we get caught, I just want to be like this," she added, still whispering. "Don't worry about anything," I whispered back. She hugged me and smiled widely. "I love you so much, Tom," she said, thrusting her hips up at me, uncaring that the whole bed shook with her actions. Sarah rolled over a bit and she froze, then saw she had not woken up. I withdrew my hips and began driving back down into her waiting pussy over and over. Sarah had cast off her covers; she must have been having a hell of dream, as her hand was lightly stroking her pussy through her nightie.

Seeing my daughter masturbating in her sleep drove me crazy, and I picked up my pace fucking Ashley, driving my cock harder into her eager cunt. Ashley was on the edge of a powerful orgasm, and a few more strokes had me shooting wads of cum into her as her legs tightened around me and she howled her pleasure loudly enough to wake anyone in the house, the bed shaking hard. Everyone slept through it, of course, and as Ashley and I came down from our high, Sarah continued masturbating beside us. At this point Ashley was no longer worried; if that hadn't gotten her in trouble nothing would.

"Look, she's getting herself off in her sleep," Ashley giggled, finally noticing. "Do you ever do that?" I asked. "I'm not sure, I would be asleep if I did," she replied, shrugging. We were now talking normally instead of whispering, though not loudly. "She's pretty, isn't she?" Ashley said, setting off alarm bells in my head. Sarah had bigger breasts than Ashley, casually displayed to us and nicely outlined by her pajamas as she lightly felt herself, and I knew Ashley was sensitive about that. "Yeah, I guess so," I answered. "But not as pretty as you." She kissed me. "That's a lie, but a nice one," she said, not taking my denials seriously. "I was afraid you might like her more if you saw her," she said, hugging me harder. Sarah sighed deeply and stopped masturbating. "I guess she came?" Ashley said offhandedly, then turned back to me.

"Do you have to leave soon?" Ashley asked. I noticed that her top had slipped back down, but it had caught with one of her breasts exposed; it was all I could do to stop myself from reaching out to grab it. "She really is pretty," Ashley said again, not noticing where my attention was directed. "But not as pretty as you," I repeated again. "I wish I had her boobs," she said with a sigh.

"Should we wake her up and ask her to compare? I guarantee yours are nicer," I replied. "Don't you dare!" she answered. "I think it's time for you to leave," she added, looking at me crossly and making a shooing motion. She pulled her shirt back down and, as soon as I had stood up, pulled the covers back over both of them as I grabbed my clothes and walked out.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil