After Kristina leaves the room, Lauren lifts my cock, sloppy with Kristina’s juices and removes the condom. “This guy’s gotten quite a workout today,” she smiles as she wraps the used condom in a tissue. Damn! Could this day get any wilder?
Rolling her body onto mine, Lauren stretches out so her pussy is directly against my spent cock and her breasts are mashed into my chest. Looking into my eyes she says, “You should probably walk Kristina home. It’s late and her house will be dark.”
“I probably should,” I agree, wrapping my arms around my sister and holding her against me. Pressing her lips against mine, she gives me a quick kiss and rolls back off.
“Hurry back,” she says, wiping the mixed juices from her abdomen. Who knows what that was all about? No doubt my sister is horny as hell after watching all the fucking this afternoon. Are we about to cross the line? I’m certainly going to hurry back. Fuck!
Kristina only lives a few houses away and it takes us about five minutes to walk there. She unlocks the door and I go in with her until she has the lights on and feels safe.
“Brandon,” she says, pulling me against her. “I know what you said about not getting hurt and I’m not expecting anything to change between us…” She kisses me long and hard. “But just so you know, if you just want to get laid you know where to find me.”
“I may come looking, Kristina,” I answer, honestly. “But you should be looking for guys closer to your own age.” I kiss her again like a lover’s reluctant goodbye and head home to find out what’s going on with my sister.
Lauren is no longer naked, she’s slipped on a man’s dress shirt, buttoning the bottom two buttons and leaving most of her breasts exposed.
“I cleaned up and put the sheets in the washer,” she says as I walk in the door. “How’s Kristina?”
“She told me to call her anytime I want to get laid,” I answer, smiling.
“Thank you for doing that,” Lauren says, stepping close and giving me a hug. “And for everything.”
“Yeah, well you owe me,” I say with a mock pout. “Pimping me out to all your friends. Making me eat their pussies and fuck them like I’m some kind of sex slave.”
“Awww, poor baby,” Lauren says, touching my cheek. “How can I ever repay you for such debauchery?” She’s standing close, looking into my eyes.
“Is this my shirt?” I ask, grabbing the edges of the material and twisting them outward to expose her breasts.
“I felt weird cleaning the house naked,” she shrugs. “Do you mind?”
“Mind?” I say pulling her closer to me. “This is really crossing the line, Lauren!” I tell her with mock anger. “It’s one thing for us to be kissing, touching and going down on each other but wearing my clothes, that’s just too much!”
“Too much what?” she asks pressing her body against me.
“Too much intimacy!” I answer. “Take it off this instant!”
“If you insist,” she says with exaggerated bashfulness. “By the way, that’s three things, not one,” she says as she unbuttons the bottom two buttons and drops my shirt to the floor.
“What’s three things?” I ask, honestly confused.