The Wrong Sister

The next morning I woke up to find Victoria gone and Angie in her place.

"Fuck," she said, extending the word like my message had.

"Hey! You can't be here. We agreed. Especially topless!"

"Relax. I'm feeling so satisfied right now that I would totally reject your advances."

"So you liked your present?"

She giggled. "Uh, yeah."

"I'm glad. Did you need to work yourself also?"

"Probably not. At least not when it was on the highest setting. But I did anyway, of course."

"That wasn't the highest setting."

"What."

"Think you could handle more?"

She stared at me before laying her head back down on the pillow. "Fuuuuuck."

"Yup."

She stared at the ceiling. "Good thing my hair is the same color as your girlfriend's."

"It is indeed."

"You know what? Maybe I could actually sleep in here again tonight without worrying about jumping your bones in the middle of the night."

"Is that why it's been over a week?"

"Obviously."

"So all you needed was an assisted orgasm?"

"More like three assisted orgasms."

"Really?"

She only smiled at me. "Hey, do you mind if I take a nap here next to you?"

"Only if you promise to reject my advances. You know I'm helpless to resist you when you're topless."

"Oh, that's just in case you want to fuck them again."

"Yeah?"

Her eyes glinted as she used her elbows to bring her generous endowments together. "Ready when you are, big boy."

I promptly climbed on top of her.

"Ever fuck J cups?" she asked me.

"Are you? How do you know?"

"I don't. I just like getting a reaction. Although, I'd say they are pretty close to the size of that redhead you showed me, wouldn't you?"

I only grinned at her as I thrust into her cleavage. After a couple of strokes she stopped me. "Does that feel good? There's a lot of friction."

I nodded. My vocal skills seem to have left me again.

"Just put it in my mouth," she said. "I'll make it wet."

"But that's like a BJ," I found my words.

"Nah, it's just to save me from having to get up and grab oil or lotion. Please? I'm comfortable."

I pushed forward hesitantly as she used her hand to pull me into her mouth. She used her tongue to coat me, bobbing her head and sucking as she used her hand to show her skill. I sensed that she was acting more out of reflex than meaning to show off, but I moaned anyway to show my pleasure.

She looked up at me, looking guiltier than I would have expected as she stopped moving. There was a pause as we stared into each other's eyes for a moment before she resumed, sucking and twirling her tongue around my head as I gasped.

Her lips smiled around my dick as she sped up, gagging as she took me into her throat. She used her hand to fondle my balls, feeling them harden and pull inside me as I unleashed a torrent straight into her throat with no warning. She gagged again and began to cough as I continued to shoot directly into her airway as she tried to take a breath.

I pulled back out of her, unloading on her face as she sputtered and coughed up everything in her throat, covering herself as I continued to spray her.

She gasped, tears streaming down her face and mixing with the other liquids into a gooey mask. Finally, she caught her breath and, much to my relief, her tits bounced all over the place as she shook with laughter.

"Holy shit," she said as she licked some of the cum off her face and swallowed it. "Does that always happen when someone is simply trying to give you a little lubrication?"

"Apparently."

"Seriously! You couldn't have lasted two minutes."

"You got skills," I admitted. "And I really wish I didn't know that."

"Yeah, well. Now you do."

"Now I do, indeed."

She turned her head and lay on the pillow. "Well, goodnight!"

I thought she was joking but soon heard light snoring not unlike her sister's. I closed my eyes, falling asleep instantly.

Angie did the laundry, cleaning my sheets so we didn't have to explain why the pillow had the crusty imprint of a face in it. She told her sister it was because she planned to sleep in our bed and wanted clean sheets for the night. It wasn't untrue.

We slept soundly that night, all three of us satisfied from the night before (and me from that morning).

In the morning, Angie got up before her sister and didn't return when she left. I thought that was wise.