Hey guys, here's Chapter 46! I hope you enjoy it. Comments and feedback are always appreciated! I read every single one. Also, please let me know if you spot any mistakes. Errors bug me, and I make sure to upload revised editions whenever I find any. Please note that this story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real person is purely coincidental. As always, this is a world without STI's, and everyone involved in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old.
-Witty
~Ashley~
If this stupid rectangle doesn't shut up, I'm throwing it at the fucking wall! Despite my righteous fury, my phone alarm continues to go off, incrementally increasing in volume to force me to respond. Without opening my eyes, I reach over and, after several attempts, manage to turn off my alarm. At least it's Friday.
Groaning loudly, I realize I'm laying flat on my back with my limbs splayed out, and wearing a tank top and a pair of panties. Spitting out a mouthful of yellow hair, I feel the blanket bunched up around my knees. My blue eyes finally flutter open, and I immediately notice that my right titty is hanging out of my shirt.
"Excuse me, ma'am?" I mumble, looking down at my big boob. "Can I help you?"
My phone buzzes, indicating I have a new text message, so I reach over and grab it. A smile spreads across my face when I see a text from Josh, wishing me a good morning and calling me beautiful. I reply to his text, then send a message to the group chat the Slut-sisters use.
Sitting on the edge of my bed with my bare feet on the floor, I hold my head in my hands as I yawn widely. Remembering I'm currently a hot mess, I reach down and grab my breast so I can put it back in my tank top. Then I slip on a pair of pajama pants and head for the bathroom, freezing as I pass the closed door to the master bedroom.
"Fuck, Tiffany, that feels amazing!" Dad's voice groans happily. "Keep sucking, keep sucking!"
Seriously, how the fuck can I even hear this? Their bed is nowhere near the door! As I walk closer to the door, I jump when it shakes. My eyes go wide as I realize my father must have his back against the door while my mom is on her knees. Not sure of the sequence of events; maybe Mom sees Dad's morning wood as he heads for the bathroom and needs to strike? I understand.
I don't want them to know I'm eavesdropping, so I resist the urge to press my ear to the door. Settling for standing about an inch away, I listen to Dad's soft moans and groans. Frowning, I think I can just make out the soft slurping sounds of Mom sucking cock.
The fact that they're my parents does gross me out a bit, but the sounds of a blowjob are always arousing. Dad is tall, very tall, and he has a beer belly now, but his construction work enables him to maintain his massive arms. Blond with more and more white every year, and blue eyes. He's cute, I guess. For a guy who's fifteen years older than Steven! Dad is one lucky bastard to have an active sex life even now.
Mom, at forty-nine, is still incredibly beautiful. She dyes her hair to match her natural blonde locks, hiding any grays. Melissa and I are both a few inches taller than Mom, but Tiffany is still a tall woman, and all three Bartlett girls have massive boobs.
"I'm close, Babe!" Dad hisses, and I hear a loud noise that is likely caused by Dad leaning his head back against the door.
This isn't my first time overhearing something explicit. It's usually Mom moaning or talking dirty as Dad thrusts, causing their bed to squeak. Most times, I just grimace and walk away, but I'm really fucking horny right now; my hard nipples are denting my tank top and I can feel the familiar moisture between my legs.
Mom is moaning loudly now, clearly gagging on Dad's cock. Reaching for my chest, I pinch my right nipple, making me moan softly. I bite my lower lip to keep from being too loud as I rub my thighs together. Holy shit, I want a hard dick in my mouth. So. Fucking. Badly.
"Mm! Mm! Mm!" Mom hums on the other side of the door.
"Fuck, Tiffany!" Dad grunts, announcing his orgasm. "Swallow it! Swallow my cum!"
I'm breathing heavily, fantasizing about sucking dick. Steven, Josh, any nameless cock I can get between my lips. Fuck, maybe I'm on all fours, getting fucked doggystyle while I suck off another guy. Both of them cumming for me, making me cum.
Movement from the master bedroom brings me back to reality, and I quickly run to the bathroom. My pussy is soaked, so I need to wipe myself before washing my face. Leaving the bathroom, I make my way to the kitchen, smiling happily when I smell bacon.
"Morning, Ash!" Melissa smiles happily when she sees me. At fifteen, she's as tall as I am, and equally busty.
"Morning." I grunt as I pour myself a coffee.
"How'd you sleep?" my baby sister asks while frying bacon. Melissa is wearing a matching flannel pajama set, which looks really cute on her.
"Fine, I guess." I shrug, plopping down on a kitchen chair with my coffee. "Woke up looking like a hot mess. I don't even remember falling asleep."
"Some wild studying?" Melissa suggests as she piles the finished bacon on a plate. "Good thing the neighbors didn't call the cops!"
"And what did you do last night, Miss Good Girl?" I challenge.
"I studied for finals." she answers confidently while setting the plate of bacon down on the table, beside all the other dishes she has for us. "You Seniors aren't the only ones with finals, you know."
"I know, I was a baby Freshman once." I tease.
"Now you're an old Senior, and you still can't cook." Melissa retorts, sitting down across from me as she starts serving herself breakfast. "So, shut up and eat what I made you."
"Thank you for breakfast." I say sincerely as I begin to fill my plate with food.
"You're very welcome." she nods.
Melissa and I continue chatting while we eat, both of us excited for finals to be over. My sister may be a nerd, but no one enjoys the stress of final exams. I also make sure no boys are bothering her; my innocent little sister is not dating! Nope, nope, nope! She has a crush on a guy from the football team, and I withhold my usual teasing about her being too nerdy for a football player to remind her to be responsible.
My baby sister just nods nervously. She's not allowed to date since she's under sixteen, and I know she's too shy to even talk to boys who aren't in the science club. She even gets tongue-tied around her fellow nerds. It's adorable, and it's staying that way until she's forty.
Our parents walk in wearing pajamas, and I can't help but smirk when I see how relaxed Dad looks. Mom is glowing, and I wonder if Dad returns the favor? Ew, I don't need to know. Fortunately, I'm distracted by my parents thanking Melissa for making breakfast. My sister, the kiss-ass.
"Are you girls excited for summer vacation?" Dad asks, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Yes!" Melissa exclaims. "Science Camp, and there's even a meteor shower in July!"
"Nerd!" I announce obnoxiously.
"Ashley!" Mom admonishes. "That was uncalled for."
"She knows I'm just teasing." I reason. "We like nerds! Kayla's boyfriend mentioned that lame meteor shower a few times."
"It is NOT lame!" Melissa insists, glaring at me. "The boring TV shows you watch are lame!"
"Oh, what do you know about good television?" I growl. "You watch educational shows."
"You watch reality shows." Melissa declares with a triumphant smile. "The ones that have absolutely nothing to do with reality!"
"I don't watch them for life tips." I reply with an eye roll. "They're entertaining, and they make me laugh. There are good jokes."
"You want to hear a joke? Your life!" my baby sister retorts, sticking her tongue out at me.
"You have the rest of your life to be an idiot, could you please take today off?" I sigh, rubbing my temples.
"Ah, sibling love." Dad comments with a chuckle and a shake of his head.
We eat in silence for a few minutes, with Melissa occasionally making rude faces at me. I respond in kind, trying to make sure Mom and Dad don't notice. I realize I'm an adult, but I'm with my baby sister, causing my maturity to degenerate to the point that I'm on par with an eight year old.
"Ready for your birthday, Mom?" I wonder after swallowing a bite of bacon.
"Oh yeah, the big fifty!" Melissa giggles. "Should we start looking into nursing homes?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm old. Laugh it up." Mom replies, rolling her eyes at Melissa. "And no, Ashley, I am not ready to turn fifty."
"You could pass for twenty, Tiffany." Dad smiles kindly.
"Thanks for lying, Chris." Mom laughs.
"I'm not lying." Dad insists.
"Then you need your eyes checked." Melissa grunts rudely.
"You're such a bitch." I shake my head. "You do this all the time. You got Mom a birthday card on her forty-ninth birthday that said 'Happy Fiftieth Birthday.'"
"Language, Ashley." Mom reprimands quietly.
"Sorry, Mom." I mumble. I'm not sorry.
The topic of Mom's birthday lasts a few more minutes. Melissa continues being a bitch, and I insist that Dad take Mom for a romantic weekend. Fifty is a big birthday, and her birthday falls on a Saturday this year. The day after Independence Day, too! They can have a four day weekend without taking any time out from work.
Dad makes sure to let me know that I'm welcome to pick him up some lottery scratchers. I just roll my eyes and point out that I'm probably not as lucky as Marcia and her parents. Everyone in our group knows about the million dollar ticket, and I know my parents talk to Marcia's parents on the phone sometimes.
"Do you girls have plans for the weekend?" Mom asks at one point, looking between Melissa and I.
"Nope!" Melissa declares happily. "I'll probably do something tomorrow or Sunday, but I'm gonna come home and sleep right after finals."
"You'll have to take the bus home." I remind my sister. "I'm heading to Kayla's after finals, then I have the lock-in."
"You get out later than I do anyway." Melissa shrugs. "Just like yesterday. Your exams are longer."
"I know, we Seniors get screwed out of the half day." I grunt in annoyance.
"Are your rooms clean?" Dad inquires with a stern look.