You wake up, and Esme is right beside you.

As the first light of day permeates through the dusty window, you groggily open your eyes, yawning.

Esmeralda lies beside you, still asleep: long, messy auburn locks scattered all over her face, yours, and the pillow; her chests rising and falling lightly as she emits a faint but constant snore right in your left ear.

You trace her generous curves with your gaze, taking in the raw beaty of your bedfellow, stopping at the tent rising from her groin.

Sometimes it still doesn't feel real...

She shuffles in her sleep, rolling against you, unconsciously grinding her stiff rod between your thighs, mumbling jibberish.

Nope. Definitely real.

"Hmm... where is it... why did you hide your butthole behind your ear..." She mumbles, penetrating the gap between your legs like an impromptu fleshlight.

You stifle a laugh.

"Why are all the... stop singing, the goat is right there..."

You gently move a strand of hair away from her mouth, the sudden touch enough to jolt her awake.

She grunts, rubbing her eyes.

" 'Morning sweetheart..." you whisper.

" 'Morni-" she yawns, and the waft of morning breath hits your nose like a light jab, "Hmm..." She tries a couple tired thrusts with her hips, a smile creeping on her lips;

Stretching her arms, she arches like a cat, "I was having the weirdest dream, sweety..."

"Yeah, I heard... something to do with my ears and a goat?"

"Mhm..." She slides her shaft out from your thigh gap, rubbing away a trickle of drool from the corner of her mouth.

"What time is it?" She asks, eyes still half closed.

"Early. Too early. Mei's probably still asleep..." You mutter.

She scratches her cheek, "Do you mind?"

"No, not at all..." You roll on the other side, facing away from her, sticking your butt out.

"You're a treasure..." she runs one hand down your side, pulling you closer, and you feel a familiar presence knock at your backdoor.

You open yourself to her, welcoming the still somewhat soft member inside your hole.

"You're still so tight..." she gently pushes a couple inches in,

"Tell me about it..." You groan, gritting your teeth.

"Not that I'm complaining..." She grabs her shaft, lazily rotating it inside you while pushing deeper, eliciting a gasping moan on your part.

Esmeralda slides her other hand under the pillow, grasping your jaw, tracing the rim of your lips with her index, " Who's your Mistress?" She asks, beginning to pump her hips faster,

"You... You are." You pant, as she slips her finger in your mouth, which you begin to tenderly suck on,

"That's right... And you know what Mistress wants, yeah?"

"Mhm"

"Moan for your Mama -wait, no, it's mistress.... moan for Mistress, Cocksleeve."

You obediently follow her command, crying out in pleasure, timing your hummed whimpers with her thrusts.

"That's right... you love it, don't you? Tell me you love my big fat cock," she orders, humping you harder.

"Ha... hov ho hock"

"Of course you -Nnhg- do..." She clenches her teeth, unleashing a last rapid salvo of thrusts before shooting her warm load up your ass.

"Phew... You were right, honey... I'm a natural when it comes to dirty talk..."

"Uhm... I never said that, Mistress. Or was it Mama, this time?" You tease her,

"Shut up. I'm still half asleep. And you totally said... wait, no, I think I dreamed that too..." She groans, sliding out her spent morning wood from your butt.

You roll back towards her, "Still... I'll give you a solid seven point five for the performance." You grin smugly.

"Hooo, we're giving grades now? Fine. I'll give you... Five." She smirks,

"Five? You know how hard it is to spell-"

"Four, three, two..." She climbs on top of you, tossing away her bed t-shirt, her oversized jugs swinging freely above you.

"Wait, no..."

"One... Times up, You're going to titty jail." She drops down, smothering you with her puffy breasts and blocking your arms at your side.

"Plenty of time to think about your unfair rating, down there..." She gloats,"Hey! there's no point if you -Aahn-"

You keep on sucking and stimulating the pink nipple you catched in your mouth until she quivers, and finally pulls back.

"Air, light... freedom!" You rejoice, fists up in the air.

For a long moment you stare at each other, mocking a taunting glare, before Esme bursts out in that heartwarming laugh of hers, and you can't help but to do the same.

"Oh, boy..." She dries the corner of her eye with a thumb, " You crack me up everytime, sweetie." She throws back the cumstained covers, turning to sit on the edge of the bed and looking back at you with a mischievious grin.

"Nooo. Don't you dare..." You warn her sternly, as she reaches down on the floor and stands up, putting your boxers on, swaying those wide hips of hers to accomodate the still swollen cock in the limited space, almost half of it jutting out from one side, stretching the fabric thin.

"Come on! Those were new, goddammit. And I've never seen you with any underwear, anyway. Except for mine." You complain fruitlessly, climbing to a seat, almost face to "face" with her constrained beast.

"You know they look better on me though..." She squeezes her bulge, causing a dollop of glistening jizz to drop from the tip.

"A fucking potato sack would look amazing on you, that's not the point."

"You're so cute when you pout like that..." She giggles. "How about some breakfast?" she nudges towards the door,

"Yeah, sure." You stand up, stretching the last bit of sleep out of your system.

You follow her out into the kitchen corner, and as she prepares the coffee, you slice the bread to toast.

"Have you thought about what Sarah said, by the way?" She asks casually, dropping spoon after spoon of finely ground coffee into the metal cup of a plain moka,

"I told her already, the answer's no, end of story." You clean the knife with a towel and put the slices in the toaster,

"What's the harm in getting paid for something you already do for free?"

"Uhm... Let me think... maybe it's just stage fright. Or, and I'm going on a limb here, is the fact that I would be sucking my stepsister's dick while hundreds of strangers jerk off to us, but I'm not sure." You shrug, looking back at Esme with a deadpan stare.

"It's easy money though..."

"I've been broke all my life and haven't pimped my ass for a quick buck, so far. I'm not gonna start now, that's for sure." You set the table, stroking from it a handful of leftover crumbs, "Since when do you worry about cash, anyway?"

"I don't. But, you know, Spring break's just around the corner..." She turns on her heels, leaning back on the counter.

"Ha, I get it now. Itchin' for a vacation, are we?" You smirk.

"Fuck yes. I'm tired of all... this." She gestures widely at the room.

"Hm, same. Got a place in mind already?"

"Yeah, I was thinking... south."

"Uhm... that's a direction, not a place." You frown.

"Duh."

"So that's your idea of fun? Just picking a random direction and... going there?"

"Mostly, yes. But I also have some family down there, someone I would like you to meet."

"So you do have a specific place in mind..."

"Ok, you got me. Happy?" She turns to check the gurgling moka, turning off the stovetop.

"And that specific place is..." You prod, unyielding.

" A surprise. Coffee's ready." She pours the thick black liquid in two mismatched espresso cups and sits down, savouring the bitter aroma rising from her cup before dropping a few sugar cubes into it.

What's your endgame, you beautiful monster?

You grunt and take a chair, glancing down at the swirling void that is your coffee and adding a single block of sugar. "You're awfully obnoxious sometimes, you know that?"

Esme brings her cup to her lips, hiding a smug grin behind it, badly.

"Ok, I get it..." You sip the scorching beverage in your hands, "At least tell me if it's gonna be just us."

"Ah... I think we both know what would happen if we did that..." She shoots a complicit glance at you.

"Let me guess, we'd never get past the first motel, isn't it?"

Esme clicks her tongue,"I think the first parking lot is a safer bet, cutie." she says, stroking your knee with a foot.

"Right... So who's coming?"

"Well, I think Mei's a given. She needs it. I was thinking about asking Janice, your sister, maybe even that clingy friend of yours, whatshername..."

"Who, Ashley?" You widen your eyes.

Sheesh... that's a recipe for disaster if I've ever seen one.

"Yeah, her. I didn't really get to know her last time we met..."

"She means well, Esme..."

"I know, and she seems to care a lot about you, so all the more reason to straighten things up between us, don't you think?" You spot a hint of malice in her eyes.

"I'll ask her if she wanna stick around, but I wouldn't count on it." You grunt, stretching out to pick the toasted slices of bread.

"Actually, can you do me a favor?"

"Anything, love." You pass her half the slices, biting down on one of yours.

"I've got a box of stuff for Janice, do you mind bringing it to her, maybe ask her if she wanna come along?"