"She turned off my fucking phone, Jeff!" Oh my god, will this bitch ever shut the fuck up. The fucking second I come in the god damn door...
"Who?" I squint at June. She's waving her phone angrily at me, her pink cotton panties flashing in and out of view along the bottom of her blouse, her bra and jeans presumably long lost in one of her many discordant piles of dirty laundry littering my floor. The frantic movement translates into a slow pair of pendulums in the upper part of her blouse, as though her unsupported breasts are a beat behind the terrible music of her bitching.
If only it was thinner material...
"Mom! That fucking bitch!" Oh, no more cell service. "What's your fucking wifi password?"
"JunesABitch" I snort a laugh, and she types furiously at her phone, muttering curses my way as she turns.
The back side of the blouse looks nearly as good as the front, a pair of cheeks and that little triangle of pink poking out from under the bottom.
My sister plops down, grumbling, onto the couch, disappearing into her phone for the rest of the evening. I slip my jacket onto a hanger and into the closet. Not even in the fucking door...
I glance at the scantily-clad girl as I pass the couch to the kitchenette, knees curled up in front of her, a perfect shot of pink cotton curves peering out from between her ankles, engrossed in her newly-returned internet. She casts a "fucking creep" my way as she catches my eyeline. I pull out a beer, cracking it open, and adjourn to the bedroom.
The cool beer is a doubly welcome relief, and I've got half of it gone before I'm down to just pajama bottoms. I step out and likewise plop down on the opposite end of my sole seating.
"Where's my beer, asshole?" Fucking bitch.
"Get your own." I tilt mine back and she kicks my thigh, hard. I grab her foot and shove and she grunts, stumbling off the couch.
"Fuck you." She stomps into the kitchenette.
"I shouldn't even let you have any, you know, it's fucking, corruption of a minor or something." I glower.
"I've been eighteen for three fucking weeks, asshole." I hear the bottle crack open.
"Ya, old enough to get a fucking job..." I trail off, scrolling my phone.
"Fuck you, we can't all do your dweeb computer shit." She finds her way back to her spot on the couch.
"I keep telling you, start a fucking Only Fans." I finish my beer, and frown at it. Must be, fucking, shrinkflation.
"Fuck you." She tilts hers back, her turn to glower.
I wake in a haze. I'm fucking
parched
. I stumble out of bed, groping for the door in the dimness. I make it to the kitchenette and get a bottle open before the glow of the streetlights reminds me that I sleep naked.
I glance around the corner at June, snoring obnoxiously on the couch. Fucking bitch.
I lift the beer back as I wander over to her. I stare down at my idiot sister. Homeless in high school. What a fucking dumbass, no one wins against mom. I should know.
My cock is rock hard still from waking up. I tilt my hips until it hangs in the air above her head. I snort a quiet laugh through a sip of beer as I angle it just so, as though the tip is brushing against her lips, a foot or two above her empty fucking head.
I let the beer pour into my throat. It feels good in the broken A/C.
Tenderly gripping the neck of the bottle, I lower the base down onto my sister's ample chest. The condensation and cool glass have the desired effect, the white cotton clinging snugly transparent against her stiffening nipple.
My other hand finds its way to my cock, still hard as fuck, as the bottle finds its way to her other breast. Fucking, should just pour water on her or some shit. Damn, these tits.
She snorts and I stare down at her face. Her eyes are fluttering, REM sleep, she's out like a fucking light still, stiff nipples and all.
I angle my hips again, imagining those lips on my cock. I tilt back the beer. Fuck it, she slept through the nipples.
Bracing a knee against the arm of the couch, I position the tip of my cock directly in front of her mouth, no foot or two between them this time. Just an inch. I grab it, tracing it along her lips. Fuck they feel awesome. I stroke it slowly, my cock grazing up and down along her lips as I finish the beer.
Standing back up with a smirk, I look down at her and catch a glint of the uneven light on her lips. Her saliva? My pre-cum? It wasn't there before...
I stare at her lips and her tits, then wander back to the kitchenette, toss the beer loudly into the recycling with a crash. She starts, staring, blinking up at me, smacking her lips. I make sure my rock hard cock is well-lit.
Hows it taste, bitch?
"Put some fucking clothes on, perv..." She collapses back into the couch, snoring almost before she hits the cushion.
I go take a piss.
I sigh, feeling the sweat on me even as I melt, shirtless, into the couch. Stupid fucking glocal warming bullshit.
"Where's my fucking homework..." June is bent over double, rummaging through her backpack on the coffee table. 'Fully furnished.' A couch, a coffee table, a bed.
I press my beer to my lips just to feel the cold glass, staring intently at my sister's ass in that black thong. She's pointing it right at me. She has to fucking know.
I adjust my cock, trying to angle it not to make a huge tent. But that curve of her ass is making it fucking hard.
"I know it's fucking in here!" She shouts at the bag, yanking something out, tossing it across the room, her oversize tshirt slipping off the small of her back and along to her arms, her huge tits all but bared as she remains seemingly unaware.
The thong is so fucking tight in her ass cheeks. Her tits are... I can almost see those nipples again from here. Where'd she even get those tits, mom doesn't have tits like that. Fuck I'm hard.
I angle the beer, finally letting those last few drops dribble out of the slowly-warming glass.
Fuck it.
I reach an arm out, pulling back, and swing my palm forward, hard, right between her cheeks.
"JESUS FUCK WHAT THE FUCK!?" June shrieks as I snort a laugh. "YOU FUCKING PERV!" She shouts, swinging the backpack around at my head, at least one textbook making intermittent contact with my skull as I meekly raise my arms against my barely controlled laughter.
I grab the bag, yanking it from her, her face as red as her ass cheeks. "What are you looking for?" I peer into it.
Her breath is angry.
"Math?" I pull something out. It looks like a math assignment. I hold it up. She just stares at me. "Math?" I wave it at her. She rips it and the bag from my hand, slamming herself down on the opposite end of the couch.
I'm not parched tonight. I'm fucking
thirsty
.
My hand on my rock-hard cock, I stumble my way out of my room. June snores on the couch as I stand over her, stroking slowly.
Fucking bitch has some fucking awesome tits.
I reach down and hook a finger under the bottom of that shirt. It lifts cleanly up and over even these beasts.
They looked better dangling down from behind, but they look fan-fucking-tastic like this. Most chick's tits I've seen turn into pancakes when they're on their back. Hers still have plenty of heft. Fucking curvy as fuck. And those nipples...
I bend my knees, rubbing the tip of my cock against her nipple. I feel it stiffen gently as my skin teases across hers. She sighs, and I watch her face. Fucking dead asleep. Hell yes, fucking bitch.
I glance down at her hip. Her legs are twisted gently off the couch, her ass bared, that black thong buried deep within. I look back there. Fucking cheek to cheek, like there's nothing there.
Let's help her with that wedgie, shall we?
With an occasional eye to my sister's snoring face, I slip my fingers into the waist of the thong, tugging gently, slowly down her backside, down her hip. I let one finger tease along her crack, you know, to help with the wedgie, the other hand tugging the side of the thong down.
Her ass is fucking bare. The thong is askew, and I gently work the other hip down under her.
It's at her fucking thighs!
I grab my cock in one hand, unable to resist the urge to stroke, and take another glance at her face, still snoring. Adjusting my stance, leaning over her, I tug gently at her ass cheeks and press one solitary finger in from behind...
Hot. Soft. Wet.
My sister's fucking pussy!
I massage gently. She lets out a soft moan. Oh fuck yes, bitch. Fucking enjoy it. Dumb bitch will sleep through fucking anything!
I stroke myself as I press my finger in and out of her pussy, reaching around behind her thigh. She was already sweaty, but now it's really getting wet back there, and I can move a little faster. Fuck this is so fucking hot.
