#All characters in this story are 18 years old and above.#
Author's Note - the start is slow and if you're someone that hates a slow build-up this is not for you.
I don't want to waste your time so here's a quick peep of what to expect -
'My entire shaft was engulfed in a warm wet embrace, like one massive slopy kiss. Mushy folds pressed tightly against it from all sides, daring me to go deeper. And without even realizing it, I was pumping in and out of her wet cunt, each thrust trying to squeeze the sperm out of my length. She moaned softly as I repeatedly filled her snatch to the brim, her face an expression of pure satisfaction.'
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"Benjamin!" hissed someone and I rolled aside on my bed, still half-asleep and fully engrossed in a wet dream about fucking Riley Andrews.
"Ben!" came the voice again and something shook me roughly. Finally, my eyes fluttered open to find a cute slender face staring at me with wide hazel eyes. Her blonde hair was neatly tied, and it took me a second to realize that I was looking at Sophie -my one and only best friend.
"Sophie! What the fuck are you doing here!" I exclaimed, trying to keep my voice down so that I didn't wake up the entire house.
"Come on, we're going for a run." And sure enough, she was clad in tight black leggings and a matching sports-bra with multiple straps the crisscrossing her back in order to keep her bulging bosom in place.
"Not this again," I grumbled, pulling open the sweaty covers.
"If you want to land hoes, you gotta put in the effort," she reminded me. During the last few months, I had turned into a cum sock reeking of testosterone and sexual frustration. Even jerking off three times a day was not enough and it was going to drive me crazy this summer. "Riley Andrews haunting your dreams again? Or was it Ashely this time?" she asked innocently with a sly smirk.
"Wha- You should have knocked!" I stammered as I realized what had happened. My proud eight inches and half had propped its usual morning tent on my thin boxers.
"And wake up the entire house?"
I Put up an angry face to cover my embarrassment, and demanded "Wait, how did you get in?"
"Your window happened to be wide open. Now come on, we're going to be late."
We entered a familiar jogging path that skirted around the town's edges, going in and out of some of the local parks with the occasional lake following it. It was quite peaceful in the early hours of the morning, and we had the entire trail to ourselves, spare the mockingjays that never seemed to run out of breath. Sophie had been my only true friend for as long as I could remember. We used to be all over each other as kids, doing everything together; from playing ball to gossiping about the latest release from the rumour mill. And surprisingly, that friendship had lasted through the years despite us being at the very extremes of the school-social hierarchy. I was your average lean nerd that spent his time on league of legends and perhaps a good book from time to time, whilst Sophie had grown out to become a part of the school's popular clique and gone out to join the cheerleading squad. And ever since she had started hanging out with the 'cool kids' I had been waiting for the day our friendship fell apart. But that day never came, and fingers crossed, will never come.
We picked up the pace and began jogging at a steady pace, enjoying the warm summery air with the loose gravel crunching underneath our feet. I glanced over at Sophie who was a few feet in front of me and couldn't help but admire the way those leggings hugged her curvaceous ass, begging for a good, hard slap. And as my eyes travelled up her body, it was almost impossible to miss her mouth-watering assets which strained against the poor bra, swaying up and down. Snap out of it Ben! I chastised myself. Our friendship had always been platonic, but then again, Sophie hadn't always had big boobs.
"My parents are flying off again," I tried to strike up a conversation to distract myself. My parents regularly flew off, for work. And I was one never to complain since it meant I would be having the entire house to myself.
"Again? But didn't they just-"
"Come back? Yeah. And they're getting a babysitter!" I was still bitter about the whole thing; that was my summer money down the drain since I would no longer be paid to look after my 2-year-old baby sister. "I mean seriously, how irresponsible am I?"
"Didn't you feed her frozen pizza one time?"
"We don't talk about that," I replied sternly, drawing a soft giggle from her.
"I won't be here for the next two weeks, off to see my dad." Sophie's parents had divorced long time ago, but she still remained close with her dad.
"You're going to leave me alone with a 2-year-old and an old granny!" I protested begrudgingly.
"It's only two weeks Ben, you'll live, you'll live."
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"May, we're running late!" hollered my dad, looking impatiently at his wristwatch.
Buzz!
"Honey, she's here, get the door, will you?" yelled back my mum. With all the shuffling and shouting my two-year-old sister started sobbing which sent Max, our dog, into a series of whimpers.
"Benjamin!" snapped my mum, the effective use of my full first name grabbing my attention.
"Yea?" I asked exasperated.
But my mum suddenly decided to ignore me and turned around to address the stranger that had entered the room. "Diana dear, thank you so much for coming, I'm so sorry about the last-minute request, but we really couldn't find anyone else. Diana, this is Ben, Ben, Diana, your babysitter."
"May! We're gonna miss the flight at this rate!" barked my dad.
"Coming honey. Now be a good boy Ben. You too Emma" said my mum, giving both me and my little sister quick hugs, before rushing out with a flurry of bags and luggage.
A few minutes later, I heard a car pull off into the night with screeching tires and I looked at the young woman who stood in front of me, her conservative clothes failing to hide the supple body underneath.
"You're staying here?" I asked, looking at the large suitcase near the doorway.
"Well, a two-year-old does need twenty-four-hour care. Now your mum said something about a spare bedroom?"
With a pleasurable sigh, I booted up the PlayStation and hopped onto a game of Grand Theft Auto. It was eternal peace and tranquillity, not having to worry about your parents scowling at you whenever you ran over someone, and blood splattered across the windscreen of your vehicle making your baby sister scream in delight.