King of the castle?
We both got up and dressed, downstairs Bri was watching TV.
"That was quick," she commented as we entered the room.
"It was long enough for a round one. What you watching?"
"Oh, some old detective thingy, why do you want to watch anything?"
"Put VH1 on, there's usually some nice music on at this time."
She thumbed through the menus selecting the channel.
"You don't take sugar do you?" Glyn shouted from the kitchen.
"No, just milk."
Bri patted the seat next to her, I gave a little shake of the head, looked toward the kitchen.
I looked back. "Tomorrows our turn."
Glyn brought the coffee in on a tray and I joined her on the other sofa, as I looked up Bri wrinkled her nose up at me at my choice of seats.
"Hey, I remember that song, that was at the junior prom, when I had that silly crush on Billy, I was only eleven then, but he had this brand new BMX I used to ride on the pegs at the back." Glyn said.
I remembered it to, playing on the little home construction radio that I built, my mind went back to that Christmas and the excitement of hearing it work the first time.
We lay back watching as the music filled the silence.
"Anyone want another bong?" Glyn asked, getting up.
"No not yet," Bri replied.
"I'll have one," I chimed in.
Glyn, half way to the door already, turned and smiled at me. "I knew you would, I'd better phone Owain at the garage and get some more on order."
While she ran back upstairs Bri came over and sat next to me.
"I want to try a deep throat again," she said resting her hand over my cock.
"Bri," I said softly. "Tomorrow. Then you can do it all morning if you want."
I watched the smile on her face fade and grow."From when we wake up?"
"Yes, we can make it from, say, nine till nine. Tomorrow at nine I'm here to please you, can you wait that long?"
"Mmm, that's eleven hours from now."
She lay back against the sofa, dragging her hand off me.
We heard Glyn coming back down, she leant over and kissed my cheek as she stood.
"I'm counting from now," she said as she walked back to the other sofa.
"Counting what?" Glyn asked as she walked in.
"Counting down till it's her turn," I replied. "She gets me from nine tomorrow morning."
She gave me a nice smile as she put the bong and things on the coffee table, brushing past me as she went to plug it in.
"There's some wine under my bed, be a love Gar and go and get a bottle," she asked me, as she turned and walked back. "You can pop it in the freezer for ten minutes."
I stood and went to retrieve the wine, wondering what sister to sister chat was being whispered while I was gone.
Glyn had the bong ready for me when I returned, bending and lowering it as I stepped over the wire and sat beside her. Flipping the switch she passed it over; then laid back with her legs over me, her dressing gown falling open to reveal her hairy mound.
I watched the red light, leaning back into the corner and swinging my legs up next to hers. With the green light I sucked it in, I turned to pass it back as I exhaled.
"No, put it on the table, I'll wait for the wine."
I leant forward putting it on the table, as I did she squeezed one foot under my leg and up to nestle against my balls and thigh. When she wiggled her toes it almost tickled.
I lay back and listened to the music.
After ten minutes Glyn stirred herself.
"Time to get the wine from the fridge."
She came back in with the bottle and three glasses, the corkscrew hanging from her little finger. She opened and poured, Bri coming over to take her glass. Then she lay back down and wriggled her foot back under, putting the heel of the other into my crotch.
"Pass me the bong, Gar love."
I leant over and grabbed it, passing it to her. She put it by her side and stretched over and retrieved the weed and ashtray. I watched her as she meticulously cleaned and refilled it, switching it on as she put it on the table and cleared the rest of the things from her midriff.
She inhaled it when it was ready.
"Anyone else wants one they can help themselves," she stated as she put it back down.
We sat (or lay), quietly for a half hour or so, slowly drinking the wine and listening to the music. Bri was curled up on the other sofa, Glyn pouring herself another glass; she was covered up, not by design but covered up none the less.