Friends

It's been weeks since I (Ross) have heard any word from my wife, Emily, since she's refused to speak to me because I accidentally said Rachel's name instead of hers during the ceremony. I get up this seemingly normal day the way I usually: have breakfast, watch some cartoons, and then shower. It got to be around noon or so, I decide to go over to Monica's and see what she and everyone else are up to.

I get over there and just walk in like I usually do, but there was no one there.

"Hello?" I asked. "Anybody here?"

There was no answer, so I'm about to leave when I hear a low, soft moan. Intrigued, I walk over to the closed door of Monica's room (where I heard the moan come from), and find it slightly ajar. "Mon?" I ask, pushing the door open a little. What I see shocks me, and kind of arouses me.

There, naked on her bed except for a small T-shirt and ankle socks, is my sister Monica shoving a big, fat dildo in and out of her pussy with one hand and rubbing clit with the other. I stand there, frozen in place, unable to help myself from immediately going hard as I watch the fat, flesh-colored fake cock slide in and out of my sister's wet, pink, black-haired pussy...