They sleep.

And so they slept. Tyler had slept against the wall, cuddling her body (and, of course, squeezing a boob). It was warm. Very, very warm. He took in her scent and was enamored by it -- Kaitlyn always smelled somewhat like cherries, but her sister smelled like sweet pea and...like he wanted to tear into her.

He didn't know if it was just pheromones or what, but he found himself unable to not want to do her now. The somewhat annoying, somewhat of a brat, standoff-ish girl that always bugged Tyler and Kaitlyn while they were at every family function was now nude, willing to cheat with Tyler on Kaitlyn herself.

Well, they weren't cheating -- but was willing to be taught by Tyler.

And...she was also...

He woke up somewhat slowly, gently pulling himself from the throes of his most recent sleep. Was it all a dream?

It couldn't have been, considering what he was feeling right now.

Rather -- what he was doing.

He was now on his back and so was Stephanie (he was shocked they were able to do so on such a small bed), but not all of him was currently belonging to himself. Although his body was still tingly from sleep, he felt it. He felt something moving a part of him. He just needed to concentrate...

It was his hand. It was...warm. He felt a hand on his wrist. He felt...

He opened an eye and ever so slowly turned his head.

There Stephanie was, using his hand to play with herself. She was quiet -- her breathing labored but extremely quiet as she also held in her moans to only a quiet little "Nhh" ever so often. Her nipples were erect and she was (from what he could tell, what with her forcing him to rub her), extraordinarily wet. She was currently using his middle and ring fingers to slide up and down her slit, and then ever so often move up to her clitoris. She didn't press down hard -- he assumed -- in fear of waking him up. Too late for that.

"Fuck..." He heard, barely audible. "Fuuuck..." She whispered again. He felt her shift barely a fraction of an inch as she slightly elevated herself. He felt her pick up the pace with his fingers. "Fuuck, fuck...oh, Tyler..." she whispered.

Forget morning wood -- Tyler was fully fucking erect.

"Oh, Tyler, yes...yes, yes, Mr. Stone...ahn!" She picked it up even more now. "I'm a good girl..."

"Who's Kaitlyn...she doesn't need to know, Mr. Stone, it's our little secret..." She was whisper roleplaying with herself, which was...

cute. He cracked a smile, considering she wasn't even paying attention to him now. Her other hand moved and pinched on her nipples and this time her moan was a little more audible. A little higher than what a quiet conversation would be, she let out a squeak of enjoyment as she pinched herself again.

"I'm a good girl, Mr. Stone, she won't ever know...I'm your favorite student...I don't care about my grade, I just want you..."

He saw her move her hand to her mouth and bite her knuckle to keep from moaning. "Mmmh" was all that came out. "MMhhhhh-"

"Hnnng! Oh, Tyler!" She squeaked out. If he were still asleep, the noise level there might have woken him up as she shifted up and spoke, her orgasm reaching a crescendo. He felt her leg press against him as she tried to spread them farther and saw her mouth agape, wordless, in ecstasy. She threw her head back and let his fingers tease her clit as she rode out her orgasm.

As she finished, she let his hand go limp on her thigh. Sighing, she began to turn and see if he was awake.

Instinctively, he shut his eyes immediately. Seemingly happy with her stealth abilities, she sighed again. He heard her turn her head.

He opened his eyes again and saw her using her own hand now, rubbing her girl cum on her fingers and bringing it up to her lips, cleaning herself.