Sneaking around...

A few hours had past, Taylor and Cary are tip-toeing through the hallway to Watsons door. The plan is a heist of sorts—a penis heist to be specific. Cary slowly opens Watsons door, fortunately unlocked, and slides across the carpet. Taylor waits nervously outside the doorway, her legs quivering.

Oh my god we're doing this… He’s right there sleeping. Even if we can’t pull his underwear down, maybe I’ll get to see it hard… Or even touch it! Fuck my thighs are shaking… My pussy is throbbing through my panties… Oh god oh god we shouldn’t be doing this—shes’s pulling off the covers!

Cary finds Watson on his back, hands at his side, perfect positioning, how kind of him. Cary looks behind her and motions Taylor over; the dim light from the hallway giving them all the vision they need. As Taylor creeps, Cary gently lifts the covers up and off Watsons body. Taylor reaches the bed, and she sees it.

Oh my god he’s so hard! How does it get like that, he’s just sleeping… Look at it.

Cary and Taylor smile dumbly at each other in the dark with glee, **** to laugh, but their self-control and lust are strong and poised. Cary motions at Taylor with her eyes to go and touch it.

Ok—ok—ok-- here I go, here’s why we came.

Approaching, she gently grasps the impression of his shaft in his boxers with her small hand. Her mouth opens reflexively, in awe, feeling the blood pump and the veins movie. She can feel his heart beating, and she feels her pussy throbbing, aching for touch. She’s blinded, addicted, drawn. Taylor reaches for the waistband to pull it down, she feels Cary’s hand on her back urging caution, but she insists. Gently, gently, Taylor pulls Watsons boxers down and over his balls, unable to get them fully off with his back against the mattress. The waistband held Watsons balls tight against his shaft. He squirms a bit in his sleep, but does not awake. Cary and Taylor freeze for a second until he's relaxed, both their eyes fixed on the sleeping boy.

His dick… It's so, so, pronounced… It’s like its reaching up to me… Demanding to be touched, to be kissed, to be held.

Taylor reaches her hand down and touches the warm taught skin on Watson dick with her pale hand. She feels the heat, she feels the strength, she feels the prowess of a man she has never felt before. She wants it, she needs it, she can't have it. Cary stands behind her and watches in awe, letting her enjoy the moment and savor it.

Can she? What would stop her…

Cary loses all inhibition and reaches down with her hand and gently grasps Watsons balls. Her mouth agape as she does. Taylor’s heart beats faster, her and Cary in unison feeling Watsons heartbeat through his cock. They are afraid to move, tempting fate and him awaking.

After some time in the darkness, they look at each other and agree to exit as they came. Gently, Taylor covers Watsons dick with his boxers, and then the covers. They slide out of his room and back to Cary’s bed.

The next 20 minutes the girls lay side by side on Cary’s bed, their panties thrown to the ground below, thighs spread up and wide, rubbing their dripping pussies feverishly with their hands, feeding into each other’s suppressed moans and movements. By the end, Cary’s sheets were damp with sweat, each girls hands creamy with her own cum, and shaking with memory of what they had just seen. At many moments they were almost tempted to kiss, but the tension between their skin only drove their lust further.

When the moment passed, and each were calm, sweat drying,

“What were you thinking about?” Asked Cary, staring at Taylors breathing chest.

“Okay you can never say this—I was thinking about if Watson woke up… and I put his dick in my mouth, and I sucked him until he came, and I tasted him, and then he fell back to sleep, and I cuddled up beside him and fell asleep smelling him.” Said Taylor with red cheeks. “Did you… think about your brother?”

“Taylor…”

“It’s okay! No judgement I promise…”

“I… I was thinking that I started sucking him, and he woke up but stayed quiet and let me do it. Then I got up and pulled my panties down and sat on his face so he can't breathe. I wanted to suffocate him with my ass and thighs while I touch his hair and look down at him while he tastes me..."

“Oh my god Cary…”

“Nobody!”

“No one I swear! Do you actually want Watson to eat your pussy?”

“Actually? I’ve had thoughts… But they’re just sexy thoughts… you know.”

“Mhmm… Sorry about your sheets.” Taylor giggles.

“No worries at all.”