I lay there in the cold room, with my blanket covering up my lower half, up to my waist. The fan spinning on high is the only sound in the pitch black room. I lift up my left wrist as best I can, and I click the 'Light' button on my watch.
[3:46]
I click the off button, and I lay my head back down. It's been two hours since I fucked these girls, and I know I'm not going to be able to sleep. So I just lay there hoping maybe I'll just pass out.
Everyone is asleep. Halie is resting her head on my chest, her hand is resting on my stomach. Kelly is resting her head on my right side, and Tiffany has her head resting on Kelly's shoulder. All of the girls are lightly snoring.
I'm staring up at the ceiling, enjoying the cold, black room. My right hand is resting on Halie's head. I don't dare move and ruin this moment.
I stare at the black ceiling, and I rethink the glorious events of what all has happened. I notice that all of the girls are under their blankets, due to the ceiling fan being on high.
Sex, footjobs, me and Halie are dating. What else could I possibly want?
My mind thinks about Kampbell. Something clicks, and I start to wonder about her. First off, why was she so nice to me yesterday evening? I think of a couple more things, and I realize that I see Kampbell in a different way, a way a brother shouldn't see his sister. I catch myself checking her out sometimes, her fit, cute body, her long blonde hair, her small, cute feet.
Matt, stop it. Thinking about my sister like this isn't right.
I start remembering old times.
One time, when me and Kampbell were in the pool, she had a camel toe, and she just laughed it off, and she starting glancing at me a lot, after she found out I had noticed it.
And the time she had walked into my room uninvited looking for her phone in just panties and a bra. Some of these thoughts are starting to fall together like one big puzzle.
What if...
I stare up at the ceiling, watching the outline of the fan spin. I stare for a solid 10 minutes. I smack my mouth with my tongue, realizing I'm dying of thirst.
I slowly pick up Halie's head, and gently set it down on her pillow. When I'm sure she stayed asleep, I sit up, and slowly stand up. I tip toe my way to the door, and slowly open it. I look back into the room as I take an excruciatingly long time to close the door. I don't want to wake anyone up. The door shuts with a very faint click, and I let go of the bronze door knob.
I turn to my left, and slowly walk down the hall, and I practically turtle walk down the stairs.
I walk into the cold, dark living room, and into the connected kitchen. I open the fridge door, and dig around for an unopened FIJI bottle. Kampbell has a bad habit of drinking half of her drinks, then putting them back in the fridge. I found one after about a minute of scooting tupperware around. I firmly grab the cold bottle, and retract my hand out of the fridge. I shut the door of the stainless steel fridge, and I walk over to the counter, and lean back on it. I twist the top open, and begin to drink like I haven't had water in years. I lean on the granite counter, taking short sips. I recollect the glorious highlights of everything that has happened recently. I still have trouble believing any of it actually happened. I still keep thinking I'm going to wake up.
I hear footsteps slowly approaching footsteps.
Halie walks into the kitchen, and stops when she sees me.
"Hey baby." She says quietly.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"I'm thirsty. And you woke me up." She whispers while walking over to the fridge. She opens the door, and grabs the first bottle she sees, opens it, and starts drinking it.
"My bad. You know Kampbell drank from that, right?" I ask.
She pulls her lips off of the bottle opening with a light suction noise.
"I don't care. I'm just thirsty." She whispers. She walks over to the counter infront of me, and leans on it just like I am.
I look around the kitchen, the moonlight is seeping through the blinds above the sink. There is just enough moonlight in the room that I can make out most of everything in the kitchen.
"I love you." Halie whispers to me, causing my heart to skip a beat. I turn my head to look at her.
"I love you too." I whisper sincerely back to her.
This girl is my world. She means everything to me. I have loved her since I met her. Those big brown eyes, her sweet, angelic voice. I can't believe she loves me. Me, of all people.
She sets down her glass on the granite counter, and walks over to me. She puts her body into mine, and lays her lips into my lips. We kiss passionately, like lovers do.
We slowly pull our lips apart.
She slowly kneels down infront of me, she squats down, and sits on her knees. She grabs the waist of my shorts, and pulls them down to my mid-thighs. I don't have any time to react or think. My cock is semi-erect from our kiss, she calmly wraps her right hand around it, and starts a soft, faint jerking.
She stares into my eyes, and I stare back, cherishing this moment.
She kisses the tip, then slowly slides me about 3 inches into her warm mouth.
I slide my fingers through her hair. She starts a light sucking, from the tip to about an inch from the base. She wraps her right hand around the base, and squeezes. She resorts to short bobs, only taking in the tip. I let my head fall back, enjoying the moment and barely controlling myself due to the intense pleasure ringing throughout my body.
I look down, we both stare into each others eyes.
"Ohhh." I whisper. She smiles with my cock in her mouth, knowing her effort is starting to get to me.
I hear footsteps.
Halie stops sucking, but keeps my tip in her mouth, and her big brown eyes look to the right, without turning her head. The footsteps grow louder. She quickly pops me out of her mouth, and stands up. I swiftly stuff my rock hard member back into my loose shorts. I look down at them, and see that my entire cock was pitching a massive tent. I put my hands into my pockets, close to my cock, which was not going to go down anytime soon.
Kelly walks into the kitchen.
"There you guys are." She whispers.
"Yeah, here we are." I say awkwardly. Me and Halie both look at each other.
"It's late. Come back to bed." She says clumsily, running her fingers through her bed hair.