The Bedroom Exposed!

Gerald yawned and glanced at his watch. Probably should go to bed soon, he thought. I’ll need my rest for the drive up to Immerskedge tomorrow. Placing the bookmark, the young man closed the book and headed up the stairs. Pausing outside his sister’s bedroom, he listened to the muffled giggling. Girls, he muttered, shrugging his shoulders. At least they’re here getting drunk than at some club. Safer that way.

Gerald continued to his door at the end of the short hall and silently swung the portal open. What the hell? His eyes bulged at the sight before him. Holly was lying on his bed, moaning softly with pleasure, as Katrina knelt at her feet and her head between the silver-haired girl’s spread legs. Guess Kat’s not as uptight as I thought, the young man shrugged, watching his sister orally please her friend. Never thought Holly would go for this either. I wonder how much they’ve had to drink? Gerald crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against his bedroom door, intrigued by the sexual congress.

“Oh God!” Holly muttered, shuddering with orgasm. “Oh, thank you, thank you! I needed that so damn bad. Much better than frigging myself off.”

“Really?” Katrina lifted her face from the silver-haired muff, her cheeks and lips smeared with her friend’s juices. She blinked in surprise at Holly’s wide eyes and frozen face.

“Damn,” she cursed softly. “Who is it?”

“Who do you think?”

Katrina stood up from the foot of the bed, blushing, and turned to face her brother.

“It, it’s not what it looks like,” she stammered.

“I think it is,” Gerald said. “I have learned a few things in college.” He looked over her shoulder. “Huh. I always thought you dyed your hair, Holly. Guess I was wrong.”

The young woman on his bed blushed, her hands streaking over her crotch.

“She sheds, too,” his sister said and spat a small silver hair from her mouth.

“Katrina!” Holly gasped.

Gerald stepped up close to the redhead and took a deep breath, then stepped past her and leaned close to her friend’s face.

“Um, Gerald?” his sister said, confused by his behavior.

“What I want to know,” he said, pulling his desk chair next to the bed and sitting down. “Is why. Unless you’d rather I go tell Cheryl and Lisa. Especially Cheryl. You always said she was a gossip.”

“Um,” Katrina said, “Uh.”

“Sooner rather than later, Sis. After all, Holly here smells like a liquor cabinet and you don’t, so you have some explaining to do.”

The silver-haired young woman sat up on the bed and pulling a pillow close, glanced at Katrina. The redhead’s eyes flickered between her friend and her brother, then lowered her gaze to the carpeted floor.

“Well?” the young man crossed his arms.