Waking up again

Max woke up, wondering if it was all a dream. Then he realized his dick felt particularly warm and wet. Looking down, he saw distinctive red hair bobbing up and down on his shaft. Sensing he was waking up, his attacker dropped her attention to his balls, making eye contact as she licked towards the base of his shaft and then slowly all the way up to the tip. He pinched himself just to make he wasn't inceptioning inside his dream. The small pain felt insignificant compared to the pleasure he was experiencing, but it was pain and that meant this wasn't just a dream.

He reached down, forcing her head onto his manhood as he erupted into her throat. She swallowed it all and then licked him clean.

"Is that what you wanted?" His cousin Annabelle asked in a smug tone.

"Mmmhmm." Max replies, the morning grogginess and post-orgasm bliss clouding his mind so much that was all he could even think to say.

After a second, he remembers why she's doing this for him. Before going to bed, he'd gone into his cousin's room and offered a trade: a morning wake up BJ for his cum. From her tone, she seemed convinced she'd gotten the better part of the deal. That was new. His powers were supposed to make it seem like a fair trade, which meant she probably already wanted his cum before he'd offered for the deal to seem advantageous to her. Was she a cum whore or did she want it because it was his.

Then he looked at the clock: 7:20. Fuck!!! He had class at 8 and still hadn't showered, eaten breakfast, or done any of his morning routine. He did a quick mental calculation. Since it took at least 20 minutes to get to school, he had 20 minutes to do all his morning routine.

"Why didn't you wake me up earlier, Annabelle?!" Max asked her angrily, before remembering she'd just woken him up with a blowjob and he could hardly be mad at her.

"Not my fault, I was licking for a while before you woke up! Who's Jordan anyway? Did my little cousin finally get himself a girlfriend?"

Max blushes. "None of your business." He manages to stutter out.

Annabelle just giggles at his nervousness to the question. "Well I have a class at 8:30, so could you wake up a little faster next time? Unlike you boys, I have to do my makeup, hair, and all that."

In response, Max just runs to the shower. Taking the fastest shower of his life, he throws on his clothes, grabs a poptart and gets in his sister's car right as she's leaving.