Help has already been provided... ?

There's a mid-sized shower gel bottle in one of your gym bags that might work, you think, and as you glance towards the bag by the door, you notice something that's not supposed to be there: a piece of paper with something folded inside it. It must have been placed inside your door in the night...

You stagger over to the mystery object and pick up the paper. As you do so, a thick and heavy blue object rolls out and bumps against the door, wobbling slightly before lying still. It is cock-sized, cock-length, cock-thickness... it even has a sculpted head and veins running along it. The sight of it is like a gift from heaven, and you grab it needily, plunging it roughly into your hungry twat and fucking yourself with abandon. Your back leans against the dresser; one foot is planted against the door high above your head. Your panting breath turns into an almost constant moan. A leg flexes around the hips of an imaginary lover, drawing him deeper into you as you feel his urgent climax building... your own explodes almost unexpectedly as you milk a torrent of jizz from him. At last your body slips down to lie flat, the other leg now joining its companion in holding your wished-for lover inside you while his potent sperm get busy.

Coming gradually back to full consciousness, sheened with sweat, aching from your exertions, you at last withdraw the dildo from your tight pussy with a wet slurping sound. You bring it to your lips and kiss it thanks for the release that it so mercifully brought you. You shift one shoulder and feel the forgotten piece of paper crumpling beneath it. Reaching behind yourself you retrieve it.

Good morning sweet Summer,

I thought you might be needing this when you wake up. I hope you find it before things get too ****.

G x

A little laugh escapes your lips at the cheekiness and naughty generosity of your big sister. You hold up the dildo once more and gaze at it with a more appreciative eye. It is about seven inches long, and about as thick as your slender wrist. It droops slightly under its own weight, glinting as it does so with your wetness.

"Alex's is even bigger than that," you catch yourself thinking proudly, and then frown at the thought. "No, that is not a line of thinking to travel down just now young lady."

You smirk to yourself as you heft the dildo in both hands. Yes you'd better get up off the floor now, and really should go and have a shower... but the blue cock parts your tender lips once more as you close your eyes dreamily...

The steam of the shower catches in your throat, and the heat of the water massages your strained muscles. You really managed to work yourself over in your throes this morning. You are astonished at the amount of time it takes to wash so much hair, and once done with that you almost lose yourself again as you clean your crotch, the soapy water and your soft fingers running over the inflamed, bald lips of your not-quite sated pussy. Fortunately for the progress of your day, you manage to keep it under control. Besides, you left the dildo in your room and you don't want to start anything you can't finish.

Wearing some pyjamas borrowed from Gwen, and with a towel round your shoulders to catch the water from your now perpetually wet hair, you head downstairs to see if your sister is awake yet.