Some Facesitting Fun With Diana

The weekend was coming up, and thus a few days off from his crappy part-time job. Thomas couldn't wait to get started, but unfortunately had to wait for the next time Diana used her machine.

That opportunity luckily came early the next morning. Peeking into her room early that morning, he found her sitting naked and hooked up to her machine. It seemed she wanted to get in an early learning session before her morning run, which perfectly suits his needs.

See, his sister had a very rigid morning routine. Morning run at 7:30AM, returning an hour later around 8:30AM. At which point she relaxes and cools off by playing video games in her room until 9:30 to 10:00, at which point she showers and gets ready for the day. Thomas couldn't count the amount of times he woke up and walked past her room, finding her in the same exact position: laying on her stomach, facing the foot of her bed where her TV is, arms propping her front up with controller in hand, feet kicking away behind her.

He's frequently asked her why her routine is so rigid, though at this point the question just garners him dirty looks. However today Thomas will find himself fulfilling a desire he's long had. His sister when playing videos games likes to lay on top of a long pillow, and long has Thomas been envious of this particular pillow. Today he'll finally get wish.

Walking to his sister's room, he watches her nakedly staring at her computer screen. He might have been a bit hasty when he had her be naked constantly, that could end up being risky some time in the future. So the first thing he types into her terminal:

It is normal to wear clothes at home.

Though upon thinking about it, Thomas decides to settle for a half-measure:

It is normal to wear only your underwear in your room.

Now here is where things get interesting. Thomas has thought long and hard on how he wants to articulate these instructions so he gets the right result out of them:

You love to lounge on your favorite bright green pillow while playing video games.

When wearing a bright green shirt, your brother is indistinguishable from your bright green lounging pillow.

When your favorite lounging pillow is missing, and when Thomas is home, you will look for the pillow until you find it or until Thomas tells you it's in the wash.

You are confident in your perception and won't second guess whether your pillow is actually Thomas.

When alone in your room, you don't consciously notice any unusual or unexpected sounds originating from inside your room.

When alone in your room, you don't consciously notice any unusual movements or touches that you would not normally expect.

Perfect! The tricky part was figuring out how to word the instructions so Diana only temporarily saw him as her pillow, while also not having her be suspicious of any of her pillows actually being Thomas; can't have her beating her pillows up as a 'test'! The last command will allow Thomas to move and touch Diana without her realizing it and freaking out; if she thinks she's alone in her room, she would never expect to be touched out of thin air! The best part is that they don't even own a green pillow, so every time she goes looking for hers, she'll only find Thomas unless he dismisses her search!

Looking at the alarm on the machine, it shows it's set to go off in 10 minutes. Going back to his room and 10 minutes later, he hears her shuffling around in her room, likely getting ready for her usual run.

As she leaves out of the house to begin her run around the neighborhood, Thomas strips down and gets dressed in just his 'lucky' bright green shirt and a pair of boxers.

The following hour was an agonizing wait for Thomas, who could hardly wait for Diana to get home. Eventually like clockwork she returned just a couple minutes before 8:30. He heard her barge through the front door, subtle as an elephant, same as everyday; this is usually his daily alarm clock. She shuffled about in the front living area, likely kicking her running shoes haphazardly against a random wall, before he heard her moving down the hall to her room.

He heard her swear and loudly ruffle through various drawers and her closet as she likely looked high and low for her pillow.

"THOMAS!" Diana yelled from her room down the hall, "Did you take my green pillow?!" Not receiving an answer, Diana first gave a cursory check in the front room, before deciding to barge into Thomas's room to search for her stolen property. She didn't know if he was present in his room or not, but frankly she didn't really care. If he wanted privacy he should make sure her pillow, and morning routine, remain undisturbed; after all, she certainly didn't misplace it!

Flinging open the door, she didn't see Thomas anywhere, but she did find her pillow. "There you are! Finally I can get on with my morning. THOMAS, wherever you are, don't take my shit!" She yelled to the house at large, sure that Thomas is somewhere there.

Thomas watched as his door was flung open, his heart hammering in his chest in nervousness. He saw Diana enter wearing her athletic sleeveless shirt, a pair of spandex running shorts, and some white ankle socks, all of it damp with her sweat from her run. As Diana entered, her eyes lit up with recognition as she saw him. After yelling out to the house, she quickly walking over to him and grabbing his wrist and bringing him quickly to her room. With her arm around his wrist, 'dragging her pillow behind her', he could feel her warm skin, still hot from her earlier exertions, and see lingering beads of sweat she had yet to wipe off her head.

Arriving at her room, she 'threw' her pillow onto her bed. Thomas, decided diligence was the best course of action, even though the machine should ensure she doesn't second guess him, he quickly hopped on over to her bed. Sitting at the foot of her bed facing her TV, feet still on the floor, Thomas simply laid back, allowing his head to be positioned in roughly the center of Diana's bed. Turning to the side, he looked just in time to watch Diana strip off her outfit.

Closing the door behind her, Diana let out a pleased stretch. "Oh lord, what a morning I've had. Lets get this game started so I can stop thinking about it," she said to herself. She first peeled off her shirt, revealing a white sports bra that covered a good portion of her chest. Next peeling down her shorts, she revealed her plain white cotton panties. She threw her discarded clothes into a pile of other questionable clothes on her floor, "Phew, glad to finally get rid of those!"

Getting her game system running, she crawled up on her bed to straddle her pillow as she finished starting her game.

Thomas watched with baited breath as his sister crawled up onto the bed. Throwing a leg over his head, he watched her panty-covered bottom, still slightly damp with sweat, hover over his head for just a moment before she sat down firmly on his face. Thomas felt pure euphoria as his face was shoved unceremoniously into his sister's anal cleft. His erection, present since he entered the room, felt like a rod of iron with how aroused he felt right now.

With his nose shoved deeply into her ass crack, he had **** but to breathe deeply his sister's most private scents. A combination of musty and sweaty odor that went straight to his brain, causing him to groan out load, only to be ignored by his sister as she finished setting up her game.

As she waited for her first person shooter game to load, Diana fit on her headphones and impatiently rocked side to side, unknowingly wedging her brother deeper into her ass.

Thomas could only groan out load again as his sister began moving side to side, smearing her sweaty panties all over his face. Thomas's nose was now right next to his sister's asshole, separated only by a thin layer of moist cotton. Thomas nuzzled his face into her pantied ass, thoroughly enjoying her crack's musty smell, and the warm embrace of her cotton-clad buttcheeks hugging his face.

Diana's game finished loading and she quickly joined a multiplayer lobby with some of her online friends, "What's up fam! Yea yea, sorry for being late, my stupid brother moved some of my shit. Let's get a game going now, chop chop!" She continued chatting with her friends. Ready to begin her gaming marathon, she shifts forward on her pillow, laying on her stomach with her knees bent, feet crossed in the air behind her.