They're Busy...

“We uhh… have to finish… uh the locker…” Abe nervously answered, trying to dismiss the haunting images intermixing with more enticing ones from the dreams. Abe reached for his brow rubbing it with both hands as if trying to massage out some intruding thought.

“Come on, its done already…” Karl responded his gaze stuck wandering Lydia’s contours as he wondered what her apartment looked like, feeling the desire of a more complete vision of it to imagine fucking her in. He half wondered how he hadn’t noticed how hot and attractive of a MILF she was sooner. The idea of how simply the dress could fall from her shoulder tugged at his imagination.

“Mom and Dad told us to finish this.” Abe remarked, unable to explain the uncomfortable anxiety he was feeling as Karl simply waved that off and dismissed his twin's concern.

"Dude, its busy work to keep us out of the apartment. I’m telling you, they won’t even notice.” Karl responded in a frustrated tone to Abe, waving a hand in dismissal at his brother as he followed Lydia. “Honestly, how long could it take? Probably not as long as I bet mom and dad would like to fuck.” Karl added as he exited from the laundry room, feeling sudden remorse and questioning where his crass and curt response came from as he followed Lydia.

Karl’s eyes became transfixed as he followed Lydia in her sundress through the hall. His mind thinking of the feel of his hands on the hips the dress flared off of, impaling his cock into her as she was bent over sucking a cock before her. His mind lingered on a want of the burning sensation of her pussy as he succumbed to its pleasure in his dream last night.

Trying to shake the thoughts, and avert staring his eyes were drawn up the line of Lydia’s leg as she ascended slowly further, and higher above him on the stairs. Rushing to catch up Karl felt something foreboding with each step up the last flight of stairs.

Rushing down the hall to catch up to Lydia as she waited outside her apartment door he didn’t notice the strange void of noise ringing in his ears like the implied momentary deafness in a movie after an explosion, Lydia’s voice effortlessly clear and normal as she lead the increasingly feeling disorientated teen into her apartment.

The warm, heavy air of her apartment immersing him in the influence of the Idol's extremely close proximity. There was something oppressive, yet invigorating about the air, like the hot humidity of a sauna grabbing thorough hold of Karl and pushing him deeper into its encompassment.

“Don’t worry about your shoes Karl.” Lydia informed, turning to close the door behind him and directing him to walk further into the apartment. Lydia watched as he warned forth, unaware of how Lydia spread herself out against the door gasping in pleasure as she felt the enticement of the Idol rewarding her for advancing her own corruption.

Advancing the corruption of another, younger, more impressionable soul.

The first thing Karl noticed when his senses slowly became normally aware was a scent. Sweet, spicy, earthy, with a hint of musk. As he sniffed deeper, and tried to identify it he found it ever more inciting and alluring. He breath long, deep and hard through his nose, seeking to better focus on the scent, and further smell it.

Gazing around the apartment he admired its neatness, before he froze. His attention suddenly locked on something far from his most perverted fantasies of Lydia letting him in over the last few days.

“OH FUCK ME!” Karl had met Mary in passing many times in the building but never had her heard her voice so strained, so exerted, so loud and ****. His gaze pulled in its direction by the flurry of movement. With sudden awareness he could clearly smell the reek of sex in the apartment, hear the colliding flesh applauding its repetitive drive to climax, and see just what had been beyond his dulled senses awareness coming in.

Mary was mortified as she once again buried her face at the sight of someone new in the apartment walking by her wide open room door and being able to see Mark fucking her. Mary tried to deny the excited thrill, not just of being seen, compromised, naked, fucking like an animal, but now by someone completely unexpected. Mary felt herself get excited by the dark thought of how she was sure they liked what they saw, fighting the impulse to rear herself back up and flaunt her fucking, denying herself the dark answer to seeing if he was jerking himself to her.

Worse still, she delighted in the pick up in pace and **** Mark had made with it. Mary questioned how or why she felt embarrassed, hammering her pleasure in desperation for the unrelenting arousal and pleasure to just apex and relent.

Mary tried not to think about the dream, bouncing up and down Mark’s cock, stroking the twin brother’s cocks, strangely eager and delighted by the inhuman feel of one whilst eager to feel it paint her skin.

Mary incoherently screamed in frustration, clenching and biting into the pillow she was hiding her face in. Feeling her mouth water, and craving to be filled. Biting into the blanket she fought thoughts of feeling flesh in her mouth, a shoulder, a thigh, a breast to suck on, a cock.

“She’s almost as shameless a whore as her mother.” Karl felt stunned, unable to look away from Mary being fucked by her boyfriend, his senses feeling not just suddenly clear, but hyper aware.

Karl remained still, unable to pull his focus away from the fucking as he felt Lydia embrace him from behind, her body compressing her chest against his back, a strange relaxing, enticing warm dampness seeming to form and slowly spread on his back.

“She needs to stop hiding it.” Lydia seductively whispered to Karl, as her hands roamed his chest from behind. Slowly they swayed as Karl remained mesmerized by the blatant reap sex show in front of him, mindlessly slowly stepping forward under the guidance of Lydia rocking his body with hers until they stood just before the doorway.

“SHOW THE SLUT OFF!” Lydia commanded Mark.