Morning Games

I woke up, feeling my covers being lifted off me and the slightly cold air rushing over my body. I started to harden immediately. Through slitted eyes I looked up to see my sister standing over me, naked, one hand idly playing with her pussy lips as she looked down at my crotch. Her breasts were almost supernaturally firm and buoyant, her nipples high and proud. Her hair lay straight and lustrous, almost covering her nipples from sight.

I slid my hand down into my underpants and pulled out my cock, feeling it at full hardness. I presented it to her, looking up at her obviously now. She moaned once, then knelt by the side of the bed, her hands covering my hand, beginning to stroke me. I pulled my hand away and cupped her closest breast, kneading the firm flesh as she stroked me.

I pinched the nipple and her eyes closed as she whimpered for me.

"Your mouth, Becca. I want your mouth."

"Mmmm," she moaned, and leaned forward, pointing my cock towards her lips and slowly, ever so slowly, slid her mouth over my pole. It was heavenly, warm, wet, and tight. I pushed my hips up a little, putting a little more of my cock into her mouth.

I put my hand on the back of her head and began to move her face on my dick, sliding it up and down. My other hand continued to knead her hanging breast. I started to pump faster, sliding her mouth up and down on me, feeling one of her hands on my shaft and the other stroking my balls. With each thrust she let out a tiny whimpering moan that was driving me crazy with need.