*All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older.
After failing multiple times to get the fucking key through the damn keyhole, Dean finally pushed open the door and fell into his apartment. He stripped off as he stumbled down the hallway towards the kitchen cum living room. Free from his sweaty clubbing attire, he chuckled on noticing the smudged lipstick on his cock. He'd forgotten the name of the girl that had accompanied him to the bathroom. He knocked a glass over as he took a swig from the open bottle of Jägermeister. 'Still open from pre-drinks,' he thought. 'Oh shit!' The blur of his Saturday evening was starting to return to him as he noticed her empty alcopop bottles. The sweet scent of Jessica's perfume filled his nostrils.
'Shit! I've fucking left her behind.' Jessica used his apartment from time to time when visiting the city, and it had been a while since they last went out. He rubbed his forehead and tried to figure out which would be worse - the hangover, or his sister's fury. Still drunk and foolhardy, he chuckled again. He collapsed onto the sofa, and passed out cold.
***
He was awoken again at some silly hour of the morning. Semi-conscious, he kept his eyes shut. He sensed summer dawn light filling the room. The sensation of hair swooshing over his abs, and teen lips wrapped around his cock felt both heavenly and horrible. Though his mind was a sea of confusion, he didn't need to open his eyes to know who it was. The perfume again. Dean blamed a mixture of tiredness, drunkenness, and shock as to why he didn't immediately push her away. He thought about pretending to be asleep, and just letting the moment pass. He didn't know why she was doing it, but she was doing it with some conviction. Though it would be over soon, he sheepishly opened his eyes.
The wide, glaring whites of Jessica's eyes were staring straight back at him. He had no doubt that they had been waiting for him. Her fingers lay at the base of his cock, keeping it steady in her busy mouth. Her sky-blue fingernails matched her dangling earrings. She didn't need to talk to convey her emotions; her eyes said it all. They said 'Don't even think of fucking speaking to me right now.' They said 'I'm going to make you as uncomfortable as humanly possible.' Dean stole another look at her before throwing an arm over his eyes. He couldn't quite remember what she was wearing earlier in the night, suffice to say she wasn't wearing it anymore. Perhaps, she'd had the same idea as him of crashing naked. Closing his eyes did no good. The image was paramount in his mind. As messed up as it was to see a cock bulge his sister's cheeks, there was some small consolation in knowing it was his.
He peaked through his fingers and was caught again by her intense glare. Her angry tongue whirled. The blonde hair she had spent so much time on a few hours ago seemed a little dishevelled. 'Possibly just from the dance floor.' The pink strip of her fringe dangled down over mascara smudged eyes. 'Had she been crying?' Maybe from being abandoned. Dean felt truly awful for leaving Jessica like that. Though she was nineteen, it was a brother's job to protect his sister. But for the life of him, he couldn't figure out her method of punishment. He took a sharp breath as she sucked. She may have been his sister, but Dean was still a man. The shameful question of her thick lips feeling as good as he imagined was all but answered. 'What game is she playing?' He decided to call her bluff with a long, throaty groan.
Lips froze in place on his manhood. He opened his eyes to watch her lazily lift off him -- her sliding mouth revealing more of his awakened cock. Her fingers still flattened his pubic hair. Like a cornered snake, Jessica coiled her neck and spat on his shaft. A drool of foamy saliva rolled down his already drenched skin before her frantic tongue licked him clean. Dean let his head fall back and his groans fill the room. Determined fingers took him back into her mouth before finding his bumpy abs. He was glad he came already that night. There was no other way he would have survived the aggressive fellatio. He held a strand of golden-pink hair in his fist. Her watery mouth discovered his balls.
"Oh God, Jess!"
***
As if sensing his inevitable release, he felt her reduce her effort; now more just playing with his erection. Dean began to ponder her punishment. 'Fuck, I hope she isn't gonna leave me blue-balled.'
"Why did you just leave me like that? Am I really that forgettable?" she said, giving him the tamest of hand jobs.
"Of course, not. I was drunk. Stupid. I forgot."
"And you already had a girl. Didn't you?"
"Fuck!" Dean muttered as he felt Jess slid up his body -- her feminine softness irresistible.
"You had no need for me..."
Jess kept her fingers wrapped around his throbbing meat as she kissed him.
"You won't forget me again," she said, readying his upright cock.
"Jess...wait!"
The oily tip prodded coarser skin before she guided him inside. She used his lightly haired chest to push herself up. Dean groaned as she sat; taking in the last of him. Relinquishing all control, he lay his hands on soft thighs.
"Feels good. Doesn't it?" She said.
An expressionless Dean stared up at his sister's mischievous smile. He watched her tits jiggle and mouth fall open as she started to ride him. His foreskin rolled back and forth in her wet warmth. It felt awful. It felt sublime.
"See. I've learned lots at college this year."
"Jess..." he whispered whilst squeezing her thighs.
Her hands plunged into his chest. It didn't matter how many times she flicked her golden-pink locks behind her; they still dangled down. She seductively bit her bottom lip. For the first time ever, Dean heard his sister's sex moans.
***
He found himself responding to her intense rocking with upward thrusts of his own. The line had long been crossed, so he allowed himself to get lost in the sex. Besides, he could always pull out whenever he wanted.
"Who was she?" A panting Jessica asked.
"Wha?"
"The girl you disappeared to the toilet with."
Dean held tight her swivelling hips.
"I dunno. Just...some girl."
Her ass glanced tightening nuts as she bounced. She pulled his meaty palm up to her chest.
