This is a work of fiction, I think...
It begins with a swirling dark mist. I slowly gain some focus, the fog from last night's booze and weed clouding my mind. I feel heavy, no strength, what could have sapped all my energy. I feel warmth beneath me, feel the sweet swell of warm female breasts against my chest. It 's dark - here in this room, obviously my bedroom, because I sense my presence, I sniff last nights musky sex smells. I am lying on top of my girl, still slightly aroused and embedded in her moist, warm cunt. I move slightly taking advantage of my position and begin to slowly slip deeper into her as I grow in size and length. I faintly recall last night's fun and games.
Last night, OHH... yes - my sister Cheryl and her boy friend Darrin, a bottle of good Tequila, me, the younger brother David, and my current squeeze Pamela. Cheryl had some heavy-duty weed - good smokin stuff. And- good - old "Jose Cuervo".
My sister is a fox; Darrin is a "DICKHEAD". His father is president of a local bank, big shot at the country club and thinks he is the moral fiber of the community. Our family is also well off. Dad is manager of an international shipping company and we are spoiled rich kids, both attending a local university, but choosing to live at home because dorm life sucks. Cheryl has been with "Dickhead" for several months, a kind of arranged thing between our folks. I am sure she is bored to death with his ass. He is a pompous ass, on the U tennis team, not because he can hit the ball, but because his old man is a money source for the U.
I 'm a pussy hound; love em for a while and then off to find something better - tighter - what ever... Have not yet found that best ever piece of ass. Pamela does give good head, I recall last night that she was blowing me on the couch, her short skirt up high and no panties, we took them off because she was soaked. Cheryl was stroking herself and occasionally toyed with Pamela's tits, what little there was of them. I think Pamela passed out on floor before I got to shoot my load. Somehow we must have made it to my bed and had sex, seeing as I'm still inside of her.