Morning Routine

Before the story starts, I just want to give a huge thank you to kenjisato for editing the grammatical nightmare that was my original text. If you've read my first two stories, you'll know that I was in dire need of a proofreader and kenjisato was really helpful.

I hated my job. Hours on end sitting at my desk, the tedious monotony gnawing away at my soul day by day. My coworkers were boring, my boss was a dick, and my pay was so bad, that I was forced to live in some crappy flat with my best mate, Jack. The one thing I didn't hate about my job, the one tiny piece of redemption, was the location. It was just a ten minute drive from my flat, meaning I didn't need to get up until 8:00am every day. For this, Jack was infinitely jealous of me, as he was forced to get up at 6:00am every morning, and was long gone by the time I rose from my extended slumber.

This difference in schedules actually turned out to be advantageous. We both showered every morning which would've been a problem if he wasn't forced to shower at stupid o'clock in the morning. By the time I needed the bathroom, the shower had already dried. And so, every day, I got up at eight and headed to the bathroom. I shit, shaved and showered, before grabbing a bite to eat, getting dressed and leaving for work. Nothing ever changed. Nothing was ever new or different. Same old, same old. Day in, day out. Until Jessica arrived.

I jolted awake to the sound of my angry alarm. Wiping the tiredness from my eyes, I trundled over to the bathroom in the boxers I had slept in the night before. Like clockwork, I sat down to take my morning shit, before washing my hands and starting to shave.

I got no more than forty-five seconds in before an abrupt knocking shattered my morning routine. Ugh, Jessica. Jack's sister had been staying in the flat for two days, and would likely not leave for another week or two. Her flat had flooded or something--I didn't really care--and she was sleeping on our couch for a while. I'd be fine with it if she wasn't such a bitch to me. Whenever I bumped into her she'd always make a passive aggressive comment of some description, and it was really starting to piss me off. "What do you want?" I asked loudly.

"Hey, I need the toilet. Can you hurry up?"

"No can do. Sorry I'm on a tight schedule, gotta leave by 8:50am."

"Come onnnnn. I really need a piss!" I caught myself smiling into the mirror at the fact I was inconveniencing her.

"Can't you wait? At least until I've finished shaving. I'll be ten minutes. Tops."

"Please. If you don't let me in, then I'll..."

"Then you'll what?" I asked, now infuriated at her persistence.

"I swear to god if you don't let me in I will piss myself, right here, right now."

It was a ridiculous threat but, knowing how batshit crazy Jessica was, I believed her. So I moved to the bathroom door, accepting it'd likely only be a two-minute delay. I unlocked it, and it immediately swung open, revealing Jessica standing in nothing but a dressing gown.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you," she said frantically, as she barged past me to the toilet. Before I even had time to leave the room, she had made it to the toilet and sat down, but not before dropping her bathrobe to the floor, leaving her entirely naked. I stopped dead in my tracks, staring at her body, one that I had never before noticed the beauty of.

I was truly bewildered at how hot Jessica was, and how I had never noticed before. She began pissing as my eyes remained trained on her. Piss gushed out of her perfect pussy that sat just below her neatly trimmed bush.

"What the fuck are you doing, creep? Get out!" she demanded.

I came to my senses before apologising profusely and leaving. About a minute later, she came out, dressing gown back on, and passed me without a word. I went back to my morning routine, but this time my mind was elsewhere, unable to get her perky tits, puffy pussy and juicy ass, out of my mind.

To my relief, Jessica didn't mention our bathroom incursion to Jack over dinner. We didn't talk about it at all, and I went to bed horny. That night, I rubbed one out to the thought of my best friend's sister. I envisioned her head bouncing up and down on my stiff cock, her hazelnut hair resting gently on my bed as she fucked me with her mouth. I came hard into my tissues while imagining Jessica swallowing my hot load, before promptly falling asleep.

I jolted awake to the sound of my angry alarm. Wiping the tiredness from my eyes, I trundled over to the bathroom in the boxers I had slept in the night before. Like clockwork, I--what the fuck?

As I opened the door, I was met, not by an empty bathroom, but by Jessica laying in the full bath, staring straight back at me. Bubbles covered up everything except her head, but the knowledge of her nudity had me immediately aroused. "What the fuck?" I verbalised, before turning away and blocking my eyes. "You know how tight my schedule is I need to use the shower!"

"I'll be ten minutes. Tops," she replied, in a comically-stupid impersonation of me.

"Fucking hell, Jessica! I'm gonna be late because of you. You fucking--" I stopped myself, not wanting to call my best friend's sister a cunt.

"Ugh. Fine, just shave now and by the time you're done, I'll be done," was her reply, while she maintained a completely calm tone.

"No, I'm not gonna just shave while you're in the bath."

"Why not? Don't you trust yourself not to peek?" she said, as her left hand moved over her right breast.

Reluctantly, I stepped back into the room and started shaving.

I was around half way done when I heard a low moan coming from behind me. "You know I can hear you, right?" I said, now looking at her through the mirror.

"I always have a wank in the bath," she explained, as if this was in any way a normal thing. "Just keep shaving, unless you want to be late."

"What's wrong with you?"

"Look, either you can keep shaving and let me lie here and fuck myself, or I can tell my brother you stared at me naked yesterday. Clear?"

I obliged, but struggled to concentrate, as I became painfully aware of the incredibly attractive woman masturbating just five feet away from me. Her moaning became louder and louder as my cock began to stiffen, and I sneaked occasional glances at her. Her right arm moved furiously around her pubic region, water sloshing everywhere.

Next thing I knew, she was cumming violently, her orgasm shaking through her body as she stared at my face in the mirror. I feigned disinterest as she recovered. She unplugged the bath before stepping out, standing next to me with no attempt to hide her body.

"Look, Jessica. I don't know what you're trying to do but it isn't gonna work," I announced, careful to keep my eyes dead on, not letting myself look at her.

"I'm just having some fun, and clearly you are, too," she replied, referring to my obviously-erect cock that strained at the fabric of my boxers. "It's so cute, watching you try to resist me. But sooner or later you'll give up," she said, as I saw her rubbing her tits out of the corner of my eye. "You want me. And you know it." She slapped my ass before leaving the bathroom.

She was right. I wanted her bad. But I couldn't, Jack was my best friend, it'd be too weird. But god, I spent the rest of the day thinking about her in the bath. That night, long after Jack had gone to bed, I made my way to the lounge. "Jessica," I whispered into the darkness. "Jessica we need to talk."

"About what?" Came the reply. The room was pitch black and I had no idea where the voice came from.

"You know damn well what. Okay, first thing's first, you need to stop taking morning baths. If I'm late for work, my boss will kill me. And second, what the fuck do you want from me?"

"Who says I want anything from you?"

"Ugh. I don't know maybe the fact that you forced me to watch you jerk off!"

"I didn't force you, plus I seem to remember you getting a boner," she whispered more seductively then mockingly.

CLICK.

The light came on, and I turned to see Jack standing at the door. "What are you doing in here?"

"Oh, I'm just getting a drink," I replied.

"Okay, just don't wake up Jessica, she always gets cranky when she doesn't get enough sleep."

Close one.

I jolted awake to the sound of my angry alarm. Wiping the tiredness from my eyes, I trundled over to the bathroom in the boxers I had slept in the night before.

This time, I prepared for whatever weird event Jessica had planned for me to deal with. I opened the door and looked inside the bathroom. No one. Maybe she'd listened. Then I remembered this was Jessica--she definitely hadn't listened. I knew something was gonna happen, but I had no idea as to what. Either way, I still had to go through the rigmarole. To my surprise, I shit and shaved in peace. I took off my boxers and hesitantly stepped under the shower, allowing its gentle barrage of water to wash away my paranoia--but I pulled the shower curtain shut, just in case.

For the first time in two days, I relaxed, forgetting about the craziness between me and Jessica. I even started to hum along to a tune I had stuck in my head. I shut my eyes, as I ran my shampoo-laden hands through my hair. When I opened them I saw none other than Jessica standing in front of me, once again completely naked. Water bounced off of her perky breasts, occasionally collecting in droplets on her erect nipples. Her usually fluffy hair was now stuck to her shoulders and she gave me a devious smile. I stood in silence, unable, for a moment, to determine whether this was fiction or reality.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked.

Without wasting another moment, I pushed her against the wall, water flowing over both of us, and I pushed my throbbing member into her forcefully. Her ass squashed up against the tiles, as I began to pound my cock into her. This was not an act of love, but one of raw, sexual desire. We both needed each other in the most purely primal way possible. Her nails dug into my back as I jackhammered my shaft back and forth in her tight pussy.

I groaned without restraint, as her pussy gripped on my cock. And it was only a few minutes until I felt my orgasm building. Her moaning became louder until she came screaming out one word: "JACK!" I didn't even notice at the time, as my entire brain was lost in a whirlwind of pleasure. Her muscles contracted and I couldn't take it any longer, my cock erupted into her, dumping buckets of cum into her pussy. A few moments later, she simply left the room without saying another word. I stepped out of the shower, intending on talking to her, but I checked my watch and saw that I needed to hurry up for work.

The next morning I didn't need an alarm. I woke up an hour early naturally, and made sure I went to the bathroom before her. She came in wearing her bathrobe and I immediately moved to untie its knot.

"Woah, getting a bit bold there. I hope I don't have to remind you that I call the shots. Or if you'd prefer I could tell Jack you've been fucking his sweet, little sister," she announced confidently.

I laughed before continuing to remove her bathrobe. "I think you'll find that I call the shots now. Unless, you want me to tell Jack that his sweet, little sister screams out his name when she cums."

A flash of embarrassment and shame passed across her face. She considered it for a moment, before taking down my boxers and dropping to her knees.

One week later...

I jolted awake to the sound of my angry alarm. Wiping the tiredness from my eyes, I trundled over to the bathroom in the boxers I had slept in the night before.

I stepped into the bathroom to see Jessica bending over at the sink, eagerly presenting her ass to me, smiling sexily at the sight of the bulge in my pants. Without a word, I took out my morning wood and pushed it into her pussy from behind. This was how it worked between us, until she moved back out, a month later. Every morning I'd wake up, fuck her silly and go to work. And neither of us would say anything about it to Jack, or anyone else for that matter. It was our little secret.