“For real?”
“She always has the best orgasms when I go down on her.”
“Does she ever get off when you fuck?”
Moving the burgers to buns, Austin didn’t want to answer that question. “Not unless she helps.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know,” he said with a shrug, feeling like half a failure for not being able to get his girlfriend off from just fucking her. “If she touches herself at the same time that we do it.”
“Like masturbate while you fuck?”
“Yeah, like that.”
“And it doesn’t bother that she does that?”
“I like it. I like being inside of her when she gets off. It feels really good.”
“Genius,” Robin muttered to herself. “But I’m not sure I could do that.”
“Do what? Touch yourself while fucking?”
She nodded and it confused him. “What’s the big deal doing that if you’re already fucking?”
“I don’t know, I just feel like I shouldn’t have to do it,” she said, looking away. “But then I don’t get off until after he’s gone or after he falls asleep.”
Starving, Austin chowed down on his burger and couldn’t talk for a moment. After swallowing, he shared another detail about his girlfriend, “I just wish she would let me watch her do it.”
“Play with herself?”
“Yeah,” he said, and they were both forced into silence as they ate.
“Fuck, this is a good burger,” his sister said. That made him feel good. “I love how juicy it is.”
“Juicy is always good,” he replied and they both giggled over the double meaning of that.
Sitting at the table in the kitchen allowed Austin to imagine that his sister was naked, too. He felt a rise happening beneath the table and fought against it. He didn’t want to get hard again, not right away, because of what she had said earlier. If he didn’t get hard, maybe she would get naked, too. He felt himself losing his battle.
“You should get naked, too,” he said.
“What’s in it for me?” she asked around a bite of burger.
“I don’t know,” he mumbled, wishing he could come up with a reason. “Because it would be fairer?”
“After you get off again,” she promised.
“For real?”
“Maybe,” she hedged, leaving him unsure what he could expect from her.
His disappointment eased his dick’s need to grow hard again. He knew he could get hard, but he was okay not being hard for a while, too. “Does it feel funny being topless in front of me?”
“I keep waiting for Mom or Dad to walk in on us.”
“Yeah, that would be bad.” He wished they had a way of checking on them. “Maybe they’ll call later or something.” He felt his prick relax even more, now a little afraid of being hard. After they had finished eating, he picked up both of their plates and carried them to the sink. He felt his sister’s eyes tracking him.
“You’re not even a little hard.”
He shrugged. “Thinking of Mom and Dad sort of ruined that.”
“You’re still going to do it again, though. Right?”
“Yeah,” he said. He rinsed off the plates before realizing he should wash them, too. If Mom came home and found two plates in the sink, she would think he had company. There was nothing sexy about doing the dishes, even in the nude with his sister staring at his naked ass. He washed the pan he had used and the spatula. Just being thorough, he even wiped down the table, too.
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