Yes, Sarah gets grumpy if I stay out too long.

You spend a little longer laying next to Janice, caressing her shoulder, both of you lost in your thoughts, but comfortable in the silence of this intimate bubble of yours;

Eventually you **** yourself to get up, and you stumble out of bed, looking around for your pants.

"Finally, I thought you would never leave." She murmurs, although you can sense a hint of regret in her voice.

"Yeah, I still have a couple more people to get on board with the whole "mystery vacation" thing..." You say, putting on your trousers.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" She asks as you walk to the door.

"Uhm... "

She slides her hands above your shoulders, and leans closer;

Didn't peg Janice as a "goodbye kiss" kind of girl, but sure, whatever.

As you lean in, she esitates for a moment then bites your lower lip, drawing blood, and bursts laughing; "You dumbass! You forgot to take off this," she tugs the studded belt dangling from your neck, "Oh boy... you seriously thought I was gonna kiss you, fuckwit?" She stifles another laugh as you blush in embarrasment, letting her undo the buckle.

I never learn, do I?

"There, you can go now." She says, with a complacent smile stamped on her bloodied lips.

"... Seeya Janice, remember me to bring a muzzle next time."

"Seeya Liam, try to come back before that heals, alright? Or else I'll punish you again, pet." And she slaps playfully your ass as you open the door.

You shake your head, smile, and wink at her,

"No promises."

And with that, you're off.

You climb down the seven flight of stairs, slower this time, for obvious reasons, and exit the building, heading towards your flat.

You make a couple stops on the way to get groceries, and come home with both hands holding way too many bags, so you kick the door with your foot, waiting for Sarah to open.

No response.

You knock again, "Sarah, come on! It's me!"

You hear muffled steps on the other side; "Coming!"

She rustles the locks and opens the door, "Still afraid of strangers?" You ask, stepping inside to drop the heavy bags.

"Mphf... You're late." She follows you, helping to take the groceries out, "What did you... ah. So that's what took you so long, figures..." She grumbles.

"What now?"

"Your lip's bleeding, and you got scratches all over your neck. You fucked that psycho bitch again, didn't you?" She asks, with a sour expression.

"Come on, we talked about this, Sarah." You groan, exhasperated.

"Yeah, I'm jealous, I won't even hide it anymore." She pouts, "You always bitch about me being too rough, then you go to some side skank to get mistreated on purpose... sometimes I really don't get you, Liam."

"Come on Sarah, You're a big girl, sooner or later you're gonna have to learn sharing. And by the way, what I do with my free time is my business and mine alone, okay?"

"Whatever..." She stomps to the couch, while you finish organizing the groceries in the various cabinets.

"Don't get cranky on me, now." you take two cans of beer from the fridge and go sit next to her, offering one as an olive branch, "Peace?"

She groans, but takes the offered drink regardless.

"You're a dick." She murmurs after taking a sip.

"True. And you're way too possessive."

"I can't help it, you know that. Is she worth all those bruises?"

"Kinda... you know me, easily swayed by a pretty face. Otherwise I'd have never done half the things you want me to do..." You flash a smug grin.

"You won't get out of this by calling me pretty, smartass. I'm still mad, so don't push it."

Jeeze... Everytime I sleep out it's a tragedy with her.

"Fine by me."

You turn on the TV on a radio channel, enjoying your cold beer while Sarah browses her phone.

She's in her usual home attire: an old long sleeved pink shirt with a puffy, cartoony happy rabbit stamp, paired with grey cotton sweatpants that accentuate the everpresent bulge between her legs, and knee high striped socks, black and bright pink.

As soon as she notices you looking, she curls into a ball, hugging her knees and turning to face away from you.

Okay, fine...

I know how to solve this.

You rise and walk to the kitchen counter, where you start preparing a bunch of PBJ sandwiches;

Extra jelly, no crust, just like she likes them.

You put those in a paper platter and walk by her, lowering it to meet her eyes.

"Come on, take one."

She takes two, stacking them together, "...Thanks." she mutters.

You leave the platter on the coffee table, taking out the only crusty one, with extra peanut butter.

As Sarah bites down on the double decker treat, you watch as all the bitterness slowly fades from her visage, replaced by pure foodie joy.

She glances at your satisfied grin, "Damn you Liam... I'm still upset," She says unconvinced, with her mouth still full,"these are so good though..." She adds, murmoring at herself

Ah, the powers of food...

Only thing that can fix a bad case of crankiness.

Other than sex, of course, but that's out of discussion right now.

Sarah wolfs down the whole stack of sandwiches in a matter of minutes, washing it down with the rest of her beer, emitting a satisfied burp as she leans back.

"My lady, your carriage is waiting..." You say, faking a posh english accent.

"Ahah... Shut up."

"Better now?"

She nods,"You know what would make me totally not upset anymore?"

She mimics a blowjob.

Yeah, that's exactly what I wanted to avoid.

"Now you're just being greedy." You reply sternly.

"Where are my manners? Could you please suck my dick, mister?" She says, with an unnerving high pitched, nasal tone.

Oh Gods...

I hate it so much when she speaks like that...

"Stop it. That shit gives me the creeps and you know it."

"Pweety pwease? I'll be extwa gentle, I pwomise." She doubles down, pursing her lips and unleashing her ultimate weapon of seduction:

THE

MOTHERFUCKING

PUPPY

STARE.

A cold shiver running up your back makes your neck hair stand like static.

"Alright, quit it already, you win. I'll suck you off. Just... Stop talking like a demented cartoon, will ya? It's so fucking unnerving." You yield, as she cheers with a gleeful giggle.

"Ah, Sweet, sweet ****..." She gloats, rubbing the growing encumbrance between her legs.

"You're never gonna let me live it down, calling you step-sis for as long as I did, do you?"

"Nope. You have no idea how many panties I've ripped that way." A wet spot seeps from beneath her sweatpants, halfway to her knee.

"Come on! How many times have I said that I'm sorry?" You grumble, kneeling between her spreaded legs.

"Uhm... never enough, I think." She takes her shaft out of its stretchy prison, rubbing the damp head on your lips.

Alright, lets get this over with.

You take her eight inch tool in your mouth, going over the practiced motions of tongueplay, gobbling it up, down, up again and down a little more.

Before you know it, her shaved pelvis hits your nose, "Hmm... who's the greedy one now, bro? Admit it, you where drooling all day, thinking about your big sister's cock, don't you?" She muses.

Here we go again with the whole "I'm the big sister now" bullshit.

You pay her taunting no mind, focusing on getting her whole shaft all lubed up on spit and precum.

When she grabs the back of your head as you rise up for air, you're ready: she pushes it down and the whole shaft slides in like a charm, barely scratching the walls of your larynx.

"Nngh... damn bro, you've become such a good cocksucker."

Living among sex crazed girls with comically big shlongs will do that to you, yes.

Feeling the meaty rod twitch at increasingly rapid intervals, you rush the final steps, sliding it halfway out of your mouth and wrapping your lips as airtight around its girth as you can, sucking vigorously while bobbing your head slightly back and forth at a fast pace.

She finally cries out in pleasure, and with a final push sprays salty semen all over your mouth, flooding your throat. You hold your breath, still sucking.

Another, weaker load comes, and you make sure to swallow all of it, still holding on to her slowly deflating member.

"Look at -Nngh- you... So thirsty for big sis cum..." She ruffles your short cropped hair.

Yeah, no. It's just that this way you won't bother me again in an hour or two.

She manages one last splurt of thick cum before going limp, and you dutifully make sure to gulp it all down, before finally releasing your grip on her spent cock, slowly sliding it out with your lips still pressed against it.

You pant, exhausted but satisfied.

There, Quick and clean...

Didn't even get my shirt dirty.

Being messy it's all fun and games, until you're the one who actually has to get the cumstains off the carpet.